#I also have to gush real quick about how little things about their relationship are so realistically child like?

[geneviveleocardius]

john “soap” mactavish romantic headcanons

my scottish boy

Soap is a natural flirt, but with someone he truly cares about, his charm becomes more genuine and a little awkward.

He loves making you laugh, often throwing in cheesy pick-up lines with his Scottish accent to keep things lighthearted.

While he’s a professional in the field, Soap is incredibly affectionate behind closed doors. Expect surprise hugs, forehead kisses, and playful shoulder squeezes when no one’s looking.

Soap loves surprising you, whether it’s with your favorite snacks, a handwritten note tucked into your gear, or a quiet evening where he cooks a meal (complete with some trial-and-error dishes).

Soap worries about your safety, especially if you’re also in the military or work in dangerous situations. He’s protective without being overbearing, trusting your skills but always keeping an eye out for you.

Traditional dinner dates aren’t his style. Soap prefers activities like hiking, exploring hidden spots in cities, or even stargazing somewhere quiet. He believes shared adventures strengthen your bond.

His way of showing affection often involves playful teasing. Whether it’s poking fun at your habits or making silly bets, it’s always done with a twinkle in his eye and a reassuring smile that shows he means no harm.

Despite his loud and energetic nature, Soap has a surprisingly quiet side when it comes to your feelings. He’s attentive during deep conversations, offering comfort or advice while holding your hand.

Soap takes pride in you and isn’t afraid to gush about you to others. “Have I mentioned how amazing she is today?” is something his teammates are probably tired of hearing.

Soap thrives on witty exchanges. Your relationship is full of quick comebacks and cheeky remarks that often lead to laughter—and maybe a stolen kiss mid-sentence.

When he’s stressed or dealing with a tough mission, your presence is his safe space. He lets down his walls around you, seeking comfort in your hugs and soft words.

Soap is a tactile person. Whether it’s holding hands, resting his head on your shoulder, or leaning into you when you’re close, he finds comfort in physical closeness.

Being with Soap means never hearing your real name again. He’s always coming up with affectionate nicknames, some endearing, others downright ridiculous (but you secretly love them all).

Life with Soap is vibrant. From spontaneous road trips to karaoke nights where he’s belting out songs with his questionable vocals, he makes sure your time together is always memorable.

[xoxorealitygalore]

When a Woman Loves a Man

Cody Rhodes x Black OC

Previous: When a Man Loves a Woman

Summary: Charm reacts to Cody’s heartfelt praise and sharing their baby news on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon while on Late Night With Seth Meyers.

When a woman love a man

She'll be the first one to praise him

When he's goin' strong

The last one to blame him

When every thing's wrong

The studio lights of Late Night with Seth Meyers bathed the set in a soft, warm glow. Charm had just settled onto the plush armchair across from host Seth Meyers. As she looked around at the bustling crew and the laughing audience, there was an undeniable aura of calm confidence surrounding her, a reflection of the life she led—one that was shared with the man she loved and their growing family.

Charm’s presence on the show had been highly anticipated, especially after her husband’s emotional appearance on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, where Cody had gushed over her and their blossoming family. The conversation began on a light note, with Seth Meyers remarking on the couple’s powerful dynamic, one that had captured the hearts of fans around the world.

“Oh my gush, that man loves him some me,” Charm said, her eyes sparkling as she recalled her husband’s loving words from Jimmy Fallon’s show. “He’s my walking affirmation. Anything I do or say, he is right there being my biggest cheerleader. I love it, but sometimes he overdoes it and I’m like, ‘Okay, Cody, relax,’ but he means well.”

The crowd chuckled at her playful tone, clearly charmed by her warm, self-deprecating humor. Seth smiled knowingly, having seen firsthand the dynamic between the two. It wasn’t just love that Cody Rhodes had for his wife, but a deep admiration that went beyond simple affection. Cody had a habit of putting her on a pedestal, and Charm appreciated it—though, like anyone in a long relationship, she was quick to tease him about it.

“And then he shared the baby news. By the way, congratulations,” Seth added, the grin on his face widening as he acknowledged the news of their growing family.

Charm’s expression softened, her eyes glowing with gratitude and pride. “Thanks. We didn’t even talk about how we would announce our pregnancy, but I think Jimmy caught him off guard so he just blurted it out,” she explained, her voice filled with affection for her husband’s unintentional spontaneity.

She shook her head slightly as if remembering the exact moment Cody had revealed their joyful news on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. It had been a surprise to many, but it was also a testament to Cody’s genuine nature. There was nothing calculated or guarded about him. His words, although unprepared, had been filled with raw emotion and love for his wife.

As Seth transitioned the conversation toward their children, Charm’s face lit up further, her smile broadening as she began to speak about her son, Carter. She described her 24-month-old with such adoration, the proud mother in her bursting forth as she reminisced about Carter’s recent interest in singing.

“He’s starting to take an interest in singing,” she said, her voice softening into a sweet melody itself. “It’s the cutest thing in the world.” There was a tenderness in her voice as she described Carter’s little voice attempting to carry a tune. Charm’s hands, resting on her lap, moved with gentle gestures as if mimicking the way Carter would sway to the music in his way.

Seth, intrigued by this new revelation, couldn’t help but inquire further, “Is it too early to know if he’s got any real talent?”

Charm didn’t hesitate for a moment. “Oh, no, no. He has perfect pitch,” she said confidently, her face glowing with maternal pride. “Absolutely perfect pitch.”

Seth raised his eyebrows, impressed. It wasn’t every day that a mother was so certain about her child’s musical abilities at such a young age. But with Charm’s calm assurance, it was easy to believe that Carter’s musical potential wasn’t just a passing phase. She spoke of him with such conviction, a certainty that transcended the usual early childhood milestones.

“I hope my kids might want to pursue an entertainment career one day,” she continued, her voice laced with enthusiasm as she imagined a future where her children could follow in the footsteps of their talented parents. “I just love that idea of the family business.”

It was clear that for Charm, the thought of her children continuing in the world of entertainment wasn’t just a possibility—it was a dream. But, she quickly added with a touch of pragmatism, “But, if they grow up and say they want to play sports, I’ve got to let it happen.”

Seth leaned in, his curiosity piqued. “And by sports, you mean wrestling, right?” he asked with a playful grin.

“Oh, of course,” Charm answered with a knowing smile, her tone light and teasing. It was impossible not to hear the underlying hint of humor in her voice. After all, Charm knew that wrestling was in her husband’s blood. It was only natural to wonder if their children would one day step into the ring themselves.

The idea of her children becoming part of the family’s wrestling legacy clearly delighted Charm, but she also seemed to relish the idea of them forging their own paths. She wasn’t pushing them toward one destiny over another—only hoping they would find their passion, whatever it might be.

As the conversation moved on, Charm also reflected on her daughter, Cherish, who was now four years old. Cherish, Charm said, was her “mini me,” a reflection of her own youthful energy and natural charisma.

“That’s my mini me,” Charm said with a fond smile, her voice warm with love. “She is already loving the spotlight, and she knows how powerful her last name is already.”

The mention of Cherish seemed to brighten Charm’s entire demeanor. She spoke of her daughter as though every moment with her was an affirmation of all that she had hoped for in becoming a mother. Cherish’s budding interest in the spotlight wasn’t something Charm had pushed on her—it was something that had come naturally, a spark in her daughter’s personality that mirrored her own.

“I love watching her and her brother grow,” Charm continued, her eyes twinkling as she gazed off in thought. “I’m very grateful to be able to have this experience.”

Her words felt deeply genuine, as though the experience of motherhood had enriched her life in ways she couldn’t have anticipated. She acknowledged that raising young children, especially in the public eye, was no easy feat, but she approached it with grace and a sense of purpose.

“I think it’s something that I’ve always wanted in my life,” Charm said softly, her expression becoming introspective. “And even though it has its... I don’t want to even say ups and downs, but it has its challenges just because you want to make sure that you always show up for the babies.”

In that brief moment, Charm’s vulnerability shone through. She wasn’t just a public figure—she was a mother, someone who understood the weight of responsibility that came with raising children in a world where everything felt magnified. Every decision she made, every moment she shared, was carefully considered, because she always wanted to show up for her children, no matter the circumstance.

“It pushes you, in a way, to be an even more precise version of yourself,” she continued, her voice steady and resolute. “And, I think that that’s the process.”

Charm’s words were thoughtful, revealing her sense of self-awareness and personal growth. Being a mother had shaped her, and helped her evolve into a more intentional and present version of herself. Raising children had its challenges, of course, but for Charm, the process had also been one of continual growth and reflection.

Seth, who had been listening intently to her every word, shifted gears to discuss Charm’s latest professional endeavor: her new movie, Vintage. As she spoke about the film, Charm’s face lit up with excitement. She was clearly passionate about the project, which was set to be released in the coming days. It was a departure from her usual roles, and she had initially hesitated to take on the role when it was offered to her.

But it was Cody, her ever-encouraging husband, who had pushed her to accept the role. “Cody encouraged me to accept it when I felt like I wasn’t right for it,” Charm admitted, her voice filled with gratitude for her husband’s unwavering support. “He always believes in me, even when I don’t believe in myself.”

It was yet another testament to the deep bond between them—Cody, the one who was always quick to build her up, and Charm, who responded with equal dedication, supporting Cody in every aspect of his life and career. Together, they were a force, a partnership that seemed to thrive on mutual encouragement, love, and an unshakeable trust in one another.

As the interview came to a close, Seth thanked Charm for joining him on the show, praising her for her warmth and candidness. Charm, ever gracious, smiled and waved to the audience before stepping off the stage.

[mostlyihyperfixate]

WrightWorth Fic Recs II: Legal Boogaloo

I've had some upper respiratory goop for eleven days and I woke up with a pounding migraine, so it's time for this month's fic recs while I wait for my medication to kick in!

I'm sure most of you guys have already read this stuff, so I'm not, like, doing this because I think I'm gonna introduce anything special. I just like to gush a lil' about stuff that makes me happy.

As always, feel free to offer me recs yourself in some capacity!

The Things We Agree to Believe are True by actual_goblin

Rating: Teen Content Warning for amnesia, angst, blood, and implied/referenced suicide Status: Finished

Recommended to me by @starsarestaringatyou.

Someone really said, "Well, if one character with amnesia is good, what if they both had amnesia?" And I love every minute of it. I sat down and read this entire thing in one fell swoop. I could not stop. It's weird, but completely internally consistent, so everything is very easy to follow. I've lost track of the number of times I've reread this. I'm afraid if I say more, I'll spoil things. It's very, very sweet, and if amnesia fics interest you even a little, I highly recommend this one!

This man is not your boyfriend by its_ok_inside

Rating: Teen Content Warning for amnesia Status: Finished

Also recommended to me by @starsarestaringatyou.

A very cute amnesia one shot. This one is a bit unusual in that there's no angst! So if that's what keeps you from this sort of story, I recommend this one. There's just a bit of pining on Miles' end, and the rest is two bros chillin' in a legal office one foot apart because they're definitely gay. It's very fluffy, and I reread this one a lot, too, when I want a quick hit of cuteness.

Legal Partners by Miggy

Rating: Teen Content Warning for miscommunication Status: Finished

This one is a little rom-com-esque, but the characters themselves (especially Ema) are well aware of that. This is the story that first allowed me to think of Klavier as having some depth. It is the level I hold all semi-seriously written Klaviers to now. There's a little bit of Klavier/Ema and Klavier/Apollo in here (both ships I like, and I hardly ever get to see the former), but ultimately Klavier ends up with something he needs more than a romantic relationship, and I love this fic for that. Everybody gets enough attention that their inclusion in the story doesn't feel obligatory. There's also the added bonus of a well-written case for Apollo and Klavier to handle throughout the story!

It Would Feel So Good To Make You Mine by hi_its_ellis and lowbatteryhealth

Rating: Teen Status: Finished

Just randomly picked something from my list last Saturday and wound up reading this throughout the day. Reread it again sometime this week. It's cute. There's established Fran/Maya and Athena/Junie as well, if you're into either of those ships. Words cannot express how wonderfully adorable this entire thing is. If you want something that's got enough conflict to keep you reading without there being any real upsetting tension or angst at all, this for you. There's no big miscommunication; just Miles and Phoenix driving everyone around them crazy with their unique brand of stubborn idiocy.

How to Court A Fool in Under Three Months by snowyrunes

Rating: Teen Content Warning for miscommunication Status: Finished

Pure, 100% rom-com goodness. This has everything you would expect out of a rom-com movie, and it's written spectacularly well. There's some established background Fran/Maya. I love seeing Fran successfully interact with kiddos, so her relationship with Trucy in this especially makes me happy--not to mention I prefer my Frans to like Phoenix in some capacity, and that's here, too. I admit that I haven't been able to get very far into the (unfinished) sequel due to the sheer amount of second-hand embarrassment I feel, but I highly recommend the first story for sure!

Pride & Prejudice & Turnabout by paintedkneecaps

Rating: Teen Status: In Progress Content Warning for Pride and Prejudice AU

On the sliding scale of cynical to sunshine Phoenix, this is firmly at the sunshine end. If you are very, very particular about how people work with Pride and Prejudice and that time period (like, to the point where you can't stand the Kiera Knightly movie, for example), this is not going to be the story for you. It's, as the author puts it, a "vibes only" AU, which I think is really a strength in this case. I've read too many "AU"s that are just slapping Ace Attorney characters names over the originals. This has a lot of thought put into the characters, and the quotes from the original work feel like friendly little winks instead of being awkwardly shoved in. I look forward to every Thursday when I get another dose of this!

[silvervioletvalentine]

❣️! Wildcard!❣️

Pairing : Mick Schumacher X femOC (Cherrie!)

Word count : 5.3k

Summary: Mick has scary dog privileges but instead of a scary dog it’s his girlfriend Cherrie.

Mick couldn't help but smile when the reporter said his girlfriends name, making him sit up straighter in his seat without him even realising it.

Just Cherrie's name already being mentioned made his face light up like it was Christmas , there truly was no one else that he liked to gush more about and he would take any opportunity to do so, not matter how much of a lovesick fool it made him look like.

He just couldn't help it. He was dating the woman of his dreams , who didn't want to brag about something like that?

"There has been a lot of talk online about your relationship with Cherrie Lynn , who is notoriously known as being a 'ice queen' who doesn't seem to be afraid of anything. You could say that the two of you are complete opposites when it comes to personalities , do you agree?" The man questioned him.

Just as confused as the rest of the world as to how the hell a man like mick was with a woman like Cherrie , who was the exact opposite of him in nearly every way.

And mick couldn't help but laugh a little at that question. Because he wasn't exactly wrong.

His girlfriend was known for being a blunt, obnoxious nutcase who came across as though she had no worries in the world and if she did have one, she would simply just eliminate them without batting an eyelash.

She was this cool and untouchable woman , an absolute spitfire , someone that shouldn't have even been in his league , never mind being his girlfriend .

He also knew that most people found his girlfriend to be a little too scary to handle , despite the fact that most of the other drivers had a little crush on her too .

He didn't blame them. She was so fucking beautiful that sometimes he found it hard to catch back his breath whenever she even smiled at him.

She just wasn't afraid to put anyone in their place, and if she had a problem with someone then they would be quick to know about it. Because she didn't mess around, she got shit done and simply got rid of anyone that was standing in her way.

Mick thought she was the most amazing woman in the world , even though sometimes her confidence intimidated the shit out of him too.

It only made him love her more. And everyday thag passed he could feel himself being more outspoken and confident too, as though it was a side effect of being with someone who simply didn't give a shit.

It had started to rub off on him a little , he really wasn't complaining .

So mick simply shrugged his shoulders at the mans question , still smiling at the very thought of her.

"There's no denying that we're very different but I think that's why it works so well.." he mused honestly , while tapping his fingers against the table thoughtfully .

"We balance eachother out. She helps me to be more confident in myself because if she ever see's me putting myself down she would slap me over the head and make me believe in myself till I was crying about it . She won't rest until I do.." he chuckled fondly as he recalled the way that she had looked at him with narrowed eyes when he had called himself stupid for crashing his car again and DNF'ing.

Mick had thought for a fearful moment that she was going to slap him.

She was furious. The most angry she had looked at him in a long time.

That one look had served to shut his mouth up real quick.

She had stood in front of him with her hands pressed to her hips, huffing like an angry bull at him.

And if she hadn't completely scared the shit out of him when she was pissed off, he might have laughed a little at how cute she looked with her cheeks all red and pouty lips being thrown at him. Clearly displeased.

"The only thing that's stupid is the words you're saying!" She had snapped at him.

Tough love being the way she rolled. She didn't lie to him, didn't try to sugarcoat the situation just to make him feel better.

Instead she was blunt but believing as she continued to speak.

"Yes you fucked up. And it's sucks that this has happened but you can't change what has been done." She told him seriously as she reached her hand out to push his sweaty hair away from his flustered face .

"-but what you can do is practice and learn to nail those corners better. You can change what's going to happen Mick . By becoming better and winning. So you can shove it in the stupid faces of those who have doubted you." Her voice was harsh and eyes dark but he felt himself relax at her odd way of encouraging him.

And he knew that she was right , so that's what he did.

Then the following week came by and he won. And so did Cherrie they had sprayed each other with champagne and celebrated on the podium together , Cherrie with a knowing and smug smirk on her face while mick just beamed down at her and kissed her champagne coated lips .

Overflowing with happiness and knowing that he owed his win to his tough love girlfriend who had pushed him into being greater. Who had believed in him without any hesitation even through all of his set backs .

She had his back. She always did.

The reporter smiled "a lot of people like to joke that she's more like your bodyguard than girlfriend. She seems to get herself into a awful lot of trouble over you. She reportedly had a dead pigs head delivered to the door of one of the drivers who had insulted you. Is that right?" He amusedly brought up the insane situation of ... last week.

Mick tried not to laugh, he really did but he just couldn't help it as he recalled how smug Cherrie had been when she returned home to casually inform him of her visits to the local butchers.

Having been beyond fuming when she got word of another driver smack talking her sweet boyfriend who could do no wrong in her eyes.

She knew that she couldn't just go around throwing punches like her first instinct to was, she was already in the shits for getting into a bar fight a couple of weeks ago when some drunk asshole had spilt his drink on Mick and then proceeded to try and pick a fight with him once he realised who he was.

What the asshole hadn't realised was that Cherrie went slightly bat shit crazy when anyone even dared to upset the love of her life.

So with a glare of fury in her eyes, she had simply picked up a barstool and threw it at the asshole's head , knocking him straight out on the sticky floor.

Then she had grabbed ahold of Mick who had been frozen in shock with wide eyes as he gaped at her in amazement , before quickly dragging him out of there before she could get them in to any more trouble.

It was also the night that she learned that her boyfriend found her knocking out guys twice her size incredibly hot.

He hadn't let her leave the bed the whole weekend.

Mick pursed his lips to try and hide his grin at the pigs head reminder .

"That has nothing to do with Cherrie . She wouldn't do that." He blatantly lied .

She would do that.

That was exactly something that she would do. She was beyond petty when somebody pissed her off.

So mick hasn't felt too surprised when she admitted to him that she had bought a pigs head from the butchers and gift wrapped it for the driver who has insulted him so carelessly.

She had been so casual about it too, simply pulling an unimpressed face . Still pissed off as she told him "that if he wanted to act like a stupid pig then she was going to get him one." Then she had smirked like the mean little bitch she was and added.

"Plus it'll be good for him to see what happens to unlucky pigs like him. He won't be saying a bad word about you anymore.." she had wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned up at him like she was an innocent Angel.

Devil in disguise . He had thought amusedly when he gazed down at her Angel like face with a shake of his head .

It always was the prettiest ones that were the most crazy.

"Otherwise I'll turn him into that poor pig." The threat was a casual promise .

Mick had sighed in utter adoration as he picked up his crazy girl and took her back to bed.

She was scary as fuck but holy fuck did she turn him on when she got like this.

Mick then continued to answer the reporter again.

"I think it's funny that they all call her my bodyguard because they're not wrong." He breathed out a slightly shy laugh at the reminder of who wore the pants .

Usually it was the man in the relationship that played the over protective role but Cherrie beat him to that by a long shot.

He was the lover in their relationship while she was definitely the fighter.

He would be the one stood back with his nails between his teeth biting down on them like a nervous squirrel while his girlfriend pushed him back and confidently told him that 'she would handle it.' By that she meant that she was going to go absolute apeshit.

She didn't even let him walk on the outside of the path either .

Instead she would grab ahold of his waist and yank him over to the inside of the path instead , keeping her body closest to the road while he shot her a unimpressed look. Despite the way he would flush red at her protectiveness .

Because at the end of the day all of her actions only

Made him love her more . Because she loved him and she wasn't afraid to show it.. in her own little unique way.

Most couples showed affection by holding hands or saying sweet things to each other.

Not Cherrie.

She showed him her love for him by storming into the hairdressers after they had fucked in his hair so badly that they had left him with a small bald patch at the back of his head.

Mick hadn't complained , too shy and uncomfortable to cause any drama. That just wasn't his thing. He had been ready to just deal with it and spend the next few weeks wearing his hats again till it grew back.

But his girlfriend had took one look at his hair and shook her head in pure disbelief .

Then he had turned around and she had been gone. Poof! Apparently fury made her run like a trackstar.

By the time that he had catched up to her again He had found her in the barbers with a hair clipper in her hands as she threatened to shave off the hair of the man that had done this mess to her sweet boyfriend.

Mick had to actually throw her over his shoulder and haul her away like a naughty child after she refused to stop waving the clippers in their scared face's. Giving a apologetic grimace to them as she continued to call them every curse word under the sun, even after they had left.

Huffing and puffing about how she had it 'all handled' and that 'she wasn't actually going to do it.'

Mick had rose his brows at her in pure amusement , laughing at the blatant lie she gave him before leaning over the car console and giving her a kiss.

So overwhelmed with love for his little psycho that always had his back , no matter what.

"I like that she's so protective of me. It means that I never have to worry about anything because Cherrie will sort it out for me ." He said , grinning happily.

Laughing to himself as he thought about how their date night a couple of weeks ago had gone .

They had been dining at some expensive restaurant that was ridiculously overpriced for the small portion of food that they were given.

The kind of dishes where you would have to order about six of them to actually feel full by the end of it.

Cherrie had ordered a chicken salad while he had went with the pasta without mushrooms , because mushrooms always gave him a rash and made him sick.

So when his plate had finally been put down in front of him after a ridiculously long waiting time , showcasing pasta with plenty of mushrooms throughout it , he had just sighed in defeat.

Not bothering to tell the waiter their mistake before he walked away.

He had started scraping them to the side of the plate with his fork, resigned to just eat the pasta that the mushrooms hadn't touched before Cherrie had finally noticed what he was doing.

Her eyes narrowing in confusion as she looked between his upset frown and then at his mushroom ridden plate.

"What the fuck? You told them no mushrooms!" She had exclaimed . Pulling the plate away from him aa though she was afraid he was just going to get sick from just looking at them.

Mick had hushed at her, telling her to keep her voice down. Not wanting to cause a scene.

Which he should have known was impossible, he had momentarily forgotten who his girlfriend was.

"It's no big deal I'll just-" he tried to calm her down but he should have known better really. Their was no way she would let this slide.

She had merely rolled her eyes at him and called over the waiter again. Ignoring him hissing at her not to do it with panic written all across his face.

"Cherrie- I'll just eat the pasta that the mushrooms haven't touched! It's not a big deal!" He had tried to persuade her quickly .

She had looked at him like he was the insane one. Glancing down at his tiny plate in disbelief.

"What? The last three pieces of pasta that'll be left? You paid a fucking fortune for this shit Mick. It's bad enough that it's only a baby sized portion. I'm not letting you waste your money like this." She had stubbornly shot back at him before plastering a smile onto her face once the waiter had reached their take again.

Mick couldn't meet his eyes. Instead he played with a napkin in his hands, flushing red as he tried to disappear from his seat, slumping his body down and wondering if he could fit under the table till it was over.

"He asked for no mushrooms. He's deathly allergic." She exaggerated to the concerned waiter without any shame . Nodding towards his plate with a deep frown of her own .

Mick had glared at her , more than flustered.

"Cherrie-"

The waiter looked mortified "deathly?" Before quickly picking up the plate from in front of him with a rush of apologies already escaping his mouth .

Mick had grimaced "I wouldn't say deathly-" he had started muttering , hating himself for feeling a little amused at how serious she had made herself look within seconds .

You would think that they had just tried to deliberately poison him from the look on her pretty face. Most of which he knew that she was definitely putting on.

There was nothing that his girlfriend loved more than being an impromptu actor at his expense .

Mick was sure that she just enjoyed making people uncomfortable.

She thought it was funny to see people shit themselves over things she said , because his girlfriend was an absolute menace to society.

"I would. He almost died last time from just touching a mushroom on accident. Never mind being given a plate full of them. " She had cut him off with a dramatic flare of her eyes . Even sniffling for added affect.

Clearly Trying not to laugh As she peered over at him in 'concern' , stroking his arm gently in comfort as though he too was traumatised from an I didn't that never even happened.

Mick could see the way her lips twitched once she saw the annoyed look on his face, shaking his head at the way she had absolutely No shame .

In the end he has been given a new, larger plate of pasta without mushrooms.

Alongside a slice of chocolate cake as the owner came out to apologise and tell them that the whole dinner was on the house.

Cherrie had been more than smug as she ate the free cake with a pleased little hum. Mick just rolling his eyes at her playfully , unable to scold her .

Because at the end of the day she had scored them a free date worth hundreds.

He couldn't even get mad when she started 'proposing' to him in expensive restaurants with a plastic ring she had found on the floor one time while they were out on walk together.

Having learnt that they would give free dessert out whenever someone proposed in their restaurant.

Mick had known that she would pull a stunt like that since the moment he watched his girlfriends eyes light up when her friend had did the same thing . Only their proposal had been real.

Cherrie didn't care though , she just wanted free cake.

Hence the tradition was born of her proposing to him at every five star restaurant that there was.

She got them free cake and he got to play pretend with her for a couple hours as he daydreamed about what it would be like when they finally did get engaged and married.

So, he really couldn't complain.

Despite the short flush of embarrassment he would feel when she got down on one knee and loudly started reading out some disgustingly cheesy poem to him in front of everyone while he tried not to cry tears of laughter and give their charade up.

Mick smiled brightly and tilted his head as he continued to gush about his loca girlfriend.

"Plus I know I'm a hundred percent safe when she's with me. She really isn't afraid of anything or anyone. No matter how scary the situation is , she doesn't ever hesitate to sort it out." He mused fondly to the reporter.

Hearts In his eyes as he recalled their visit to her small hometown.

The night that he realised that his girlfriend really was untouchable to anyone but him.

They had been taking a late night walk around her hometown where she had showed him all the spots that she spent her time at as a little kid. Even showing him the spot where she had broken all of her fingers after punching a boy for calling her a freak .

Mick had been having the time of his life , laughing at all the stories she told him of all the trouble that she got into when she was younger . And about how she had to move to three different schools because she kept getting suspended all the time.

Mick wasn't surprised at all. It seemed that his girlfriend had been a troublemaker since the day she was born.

He could only hope that when they had kids of their own together , that they wouldn't be as much of a nutcase as she was.

They had been hovering by his car , just chatting and looking up at the stars in the sky when he had spotted a man with a balaclava slowly edging towards them. Clearly wanting his expensive car.

He had cursed at himself for parking in such a darkened street.

Unfortunately Where Cherrie had grown up was known for its high crime and terrible violence . As well as plenty of car jacks .

It was why she had grown up to be so fucking tough, she had no choice to be.

He had felt his heart race in his chest with panic as he tried to subtly judge Cherrie to warn her of their impending attack , still keeping his eye intently on the man that he now noticed had a small hammer in his hand as well.

Jesus Christ . Fuck!

He almost passed out right there and then . He wasn't equipped for this at all! He had never even punched someone before! What the hell was be going to do?

"There's a man coming to the side of us with a hammer in his hand. What do we do?!" He had hissed at her underneath his breath in pure panic, sweat already beading at his hairline in fear.

He had almost gasped out loud when Cherrie had simply rose her brow at him before turning around so that she was facing the man as well.

Not even flinching at the sight in front of her .

"Cherrie-" he had almost wheezed. "Don't-"

His girlfriend simply let out a annoyed sigh and popped the boot of his car open casually while mick looked between the man that was quickly approaching and his girlfriend in fear.

Not understanding how she looked so fucking calm when they might have been about to get murdered by some maniac in a balaclava.

But what he had stupidly forgotten for a moment in his panic , was that his girlfriend was also fucking crazy. That she had grown up surrounded by situations  like this.

She also was the youngest of three older brothers and a father who had a career as a underground fighter when he was younger.

She knew how to defend herself . Knew how to scare even the strongest of man.

So he shouldn't have been as shocked as he was when she let out a loud laugh and grinned at the man brightly .

"Don't even try it bitch! Unless you want to lose all the bones in your pathetic body!" She had almost sang. Hand grabbing something from inside his trunk that he couldn't see.

Mick had thought that he was about to have a heart attack then .

Unable to believe that she was crazy enough to square up to a man with a hammer.

The man clearly thought so too as he scoffed out w laugh at them , holding up his hammer threateningly in their direction .

Mick took a step closer to Cherrie till their sides were pressed together , feeling faint and a little like he was going to be sick.

"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it you little bitch? Flick your hair at me?" He had stupidly mocked her , waving his hammer at them tauntingly .

Cherrie had just laughed even harder and then proceeded to casually pull out a sledgehammer from the boot of the car . One that he had definitely not put in there .

Making his eyes widen in disbelief as he wondered when the hell she had put that in his car. It hasn't been there the last time he had checked!

Holding up the biggest hammer he had ever seen in his life , she took a step towards the man with a amused giggle escaping her when he suddenly started to back off.

Looking rapidly between the sledgehammer in her steady hands and the tiny hammer in his shaking ones.

It was obvious who would win that fight.

"Well bitch my hammer is bigger than yours! I was thinking about using it anyways to see if it works good , so really you'll be doing me a lovely favour!" She had lifted his the hammer at the criminal threateningly .

More than Happy to have the opportunity to hit him with it.

The man ran off before mick could even form any words . Not that he felt like he was able to then, utterly speechless by what he had just witnessed.

All he was able to do was sag against the side of his car in pure relief as he placed a shaky hand over his pounding heart , gaping up at his girlfriend in pure disbelief .

She was still shouting and cursing out the man , even though he was long gone now . Not ounce ounce of fear or worry on her pretty face.

She just looked annoyed . Irritated that their stargazing had been interrupted so rudely .

"Fucking coward! Just wait till I find out which asshole you are! I'll break your legs and then tell your mama about what you did!" She yelled out loudly to the now empty streets.

Her childhood town was small enough that she knew nearly everyone that lived there. Mick had no doubt in his mind that she would figure out who did it by the end of the week.

She always did.

In the meantime he cautiously approached her and then carefully took the sledgehammer from her hands , swallowing audibly as he eyed the furious expression on her face.

Taking in deep breaths to try and calm himself down.

Realising then that if he didn't have his fucking fearless girlfriend with him , who was ready to hammer a mans head in with no hesitation , he would have been absolutely screwed.

He had then kissed her till his jaw ached and his fingers went numb from the cold.

Murmuring over and over again about how much he loved her. Sweet nothings against her lips as his heart finally settled back to peace .

His mind only thinking one thing then.

She was the one .

No doubt about it she was his ride or die.

Which was why he had burst into happy tears when he woke up up one morning with his head lying on her bare chest and a new gold engagement ring on his finger that she must have slipped on him during the night sometime .

Peering up through his wet lashes to see that Cherrie was already smiling down at him affectionally with a matching ring on her finger too.

Gently stroking his hair away from his face as she kissed away his tears , the both of them laughing a little breathlessly when he tilted up his chin and kissed her like it was the first time all over again.

With stampedes of butterfly's and the whole damn zoo filing his stomach and chest as he cried, so utterly in love that he didn't know what to do with himself.

So he just kissed her instead .

"We're getting married during the summer." She whispered to him a little time later after he had showed her how much he loved her without words needing to be spoken.

Sweaty and dazed , with his head back on her heaving chest as they both tried to catch their breath back from their sudden workout .

He had just laughed , smiling like a fool in love as he whispered back a truthful,

"I can't wait." Unable to help himself from teasing

"I'm surprised you didn't do it at a restaurant. We missed out on free cake!" He chuckled amusedly .

Cherrie just smirked mischievously , giggling sweet as she held him close , gently drawing patterns on his back as he kissed at every piece of soft skin that his mouth could reach without moving his body from ontop of her, too lazy to move.

"Reservations at six." She then informed him cheekily , meeting his amused gaze square on.

Unashamed as always. Free cake was free cake.

"You ready to be proposed to again?"

Mick sighed as though it was going to be such hard work sitting there looking pretty in his seat while she got down onto one knee and publicly declare her love for him.

Unable to stop laughing as he buried his face Into her neck with a grin, beyond happy.

"Suppose so. At least it'll be half real this time."

Cherrie smirked "it was always real those were just practice . But then I realised that you don't need me making a scene for the real thing.." she admitted to him, unashamed .

"Plus I already knew your answer." She arrogantly added as an after thought .

Making him snort out another laugh, pinching her side till she slapped his hand away with a giggle.

"Am I that obvious?" He whined a little, embarrassed by how unsubtle he was about his feelings for her.

He still blushed like a teenager with his first crush whenever she was near . Unable to look away from her when she was doing the most simple of things.

She took his breath away and Mick was convinced that with every day that passed by , she was getting more and more beautiful by the second .

Meanwhile the love of his life was the coolest and most unbothered woman he had ever met . The two of them couldn't have been more different if they tried , yet it worked .

It worked so fucking well. The way that they balanced each other out the love between them never faded , never dimmed.

It only intensified . He hadn't known it was possible to love somebody so much until he had her in his arms , smiling her dimpled smile at him like she could do no wrong.

Cherrie just smiled fondly down at him , gently stroking his cheekbones with her fingertips .

Smiling to herself when she watched goosebumps spread across his skin from her light touch.

"every time I touch you your face goes red. Even after all this time." She informed him as though he didn't already know of that fact , utterly flattered by his reaction to her .

Mick just chuckled and shyly shrugged his shoulders , blowing a raspberry between her breasts to make her laugh again.

Then he rested his chin on her chest and smiled . His eyes tracing over her perfect face . The face that he was going to wake up to for the rest of his life.

Kissing down The soft slope of her nose and the freckles across her cheeks.

The way her eyes were so warm and inviting when she looked at him , her perfect lips quirked in a soft smile that she only ever gave him.

"Because I'm in love you and you make me happy. You're the most beautiful woman in the world. Of course I'm gonna go red." He murmured against her skin. Snuggling Into her body , craving her embrace .

Cherrie just tilted her chin down and kissed him again.

No words needing to be exchanged as he intertwined his fingers with hers so that their engagement rings were pressed against each other before he rolled her to be back underneath him again.

All the while wondering to himself how he had managed to get this fucking lucky.

And when his birthday rolled around and he found himself gazing into his girlfriends eyes while he blew out the candles .

He made a wish.

I want our love to last forever.

Then he blew out the candles and kissed her to the sound of their friends cheering.

The both of them laughing breathlessly against each other's lips as she whispered that she loved him over and over again.

Mick promised to himself that he would make sure that his wish came true .

She was his life. His soul and his Heart, he was never going to let their love go to waste.

The kind of love they had was rare , one that came around only once in a blue moon.

And he was going to treasure it like he treasured her.

Forever.

[sanjoongie]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝟚𝟜: ℙ𝕖𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘/𝔽𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

🥀Pairing: Mingi x Reader (f)

🥀Genre: Smut

🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact 

🥀Au: non-idol

🥀Trope: established relationship

🥀Summary: Mingi got all dressed up for you to fuck him with your strap-on

🥀Kinks: pegging, feminization, jerking off, cum eating, slight rough post-orgasm reward?

🥀Word Count: 1,410

🥀Betas: n/a

🥀Day Twenty-three: breeding kink 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Twenty Five: Free use/ Spit Play

“You look so pretty, sweetheart,” You cooed at your boyfriend.

Mingi looked up at you with his big brown eyes, eager for your praise. “Really?”

Your fingers skimmed up his thighs, following the striped stockings that ended high on his thick thighs. The way the rest of his lower half was barely covered by an eensy skirt made your wetness gush into your underwear. You were dying to find out what kind of underwear he had on, apparently it was a surprise. You smiled excitedly. “Really, Mings.”

Mingi’s eyes got lost with how happy he was. He spread his legs as you crouched between them. “I’m so wet for you,” He whispered huskily. 

You reach up to comb your hand through his hair. “ ‘course you are, you’re such a little slut.”

Mingi also preened at that title as well. It was a matter of pride to be hard for you all the time. To Mingi, his love language was showing that you turned him on all the damn time. “Wait until you lift up my skirt.”

You chuckled deep in your throat. “Mingi, you know better!” You stood up, both hands now deep in his hair, holding him in place so you could make out with him. When you pulled away, his eyes were blown and he whined. 

“I’ve been good!” He insisted with a small frown between his eyes.

“You have not been good!” You argued. “You bent over in front of me to pick something up and rubbed your ass against me.”

Mingi tipped his head back, eyes closed in the feeling of your touch. “That is good. I could have pushed my hands under your baggy pants and got you going to the same level I was.”

You groaned in frustration. “You are not a good girl, Mingi.”

Mingi’s eyes opened slowly. “I’m not.” He knocked your hands off of him to remove the sweater crop top he had been sporting with his skirt. Underneath was a simple fishnet bra that had tiny x’s covering his nipples. 

“Goddamn it, Mingi!” You cursed at him. “What is this?”

“This is my ‘I’m about to get fucked real good’ outfit. Do you like it?” Mingi sat back on his hands, legs trapping you between them, gently knocking at your own. 

You pointed an accusatory finger at his lower half, still looking delicious in a simple black skirt and the thigh highs. “What’s under the skirt, Song Mingi?”

Mingi shrugged. “You should find out.”

With swift fingers, you pulled his skirt up and found a cute pair of lacy black underwear, the crotchless type. The flimsy material framed his cock and balls wonderfully. You found yourself biting down on your lip. “Fuck.”

Mingi hummed, low and deep. “How do you want me tonight, lover?”

“Oh, I think I’ll fuck that pussy deep and hard just like you like it, and rub your clit.” You said that all while your eyes were still on Mingi’s rock hard cock. He really was an eager slut and that only made you want him more. 

Mingi rubbed his lips together in anticipation. “Please?”

“Oh, now you know your p’s and q’s?” You lifted an eyebrow at him in question.

Mingi giggled. “Only when you offer what I want.”

You were quick to get out of your clothes, keeping only the high waist underwear that helped with the strap harness. Mingi sat near the edge of the bed, so you had a good chance to balance on the balls of your feet and feed the dildo into his ass. Mingi made lovely noises as you stretched him out and it was one of your favorite things, to be balls deep in Mingi. 

It wasn’t long before you were rocking against Mingi’s ass, a hand wrapped around his rather large cock, jerking him off with the same motions you were fucking his ass. Mingi was a mess already but that was typical of him, of course. He was all seduction and pouts until you were rubbing his p spot. He was drooling with the dual stimulation, moans and cries loud in the room.

“How’s my cock in your pussy, Mings?” You wondered.

Mingi swallowed loudly, another groan peppering the air of the room. “Rubbing the spot deep inside of me, god you’re so deep.”

You spat on the tip of Mingi’s cock and then moved your hand up and down his length, making him choke on his own spit. “Think your tiny pussy can take it, hmmm? I can feel you clamping down on me, you’re so tight, sweetheart.”

Mingi loved the dirty talk. His cock twitched in your hand and you let it go for a moment. You adjusted your angle inside of Mingi and he whined. “Why did you stop rubbing my clit?”

Your fingers traced the tiny material that were serving as panties for Mingi. The black looked so nice against his skin. “I’m appreciating you, sweetheart.” You continued to cant your hips against Mingi. 

Mingi pouted. “I want both.”

You sighed. “You’re such a demanding bitch.”

Mingi smiled prettily. “I wanna come for you.”

Couldn't really say no to that. So, you braced your weight with one hand, and sped up the pace in which you were fucking Mingi. His moans and the noise of the dildo’s balls slapping against Mingi’s skin were all that you could hear now. Your hand raced along his cock. Mingi liked it fast and hard sometimes and he was lucky today you were into it as well. 

Mingi came with a desperate groan, waving his hips so that he could push back against your strap and into your fist. You milked his cock, making sure his cum dripped down his length, over your hands and spurted on his skirt as well. He was a whining mess below you and you knew he had came hard. 

Mingi licked his lips in an attempt to gather himself, his cock still moving in your hands. “That was too fast,” he complained.

“Mingi, I swear to god!” You yelled at him. “I told you!”

Mingi looked fucked out but petulant. “You didn’t even give me a kiss and told me I came prettily for you.”

“You are going to be the death of my sanity,” You threw your hands up in the air. 

You gathered some of his cum and shoved two fingers in his mouth. You grabbed a fistful of his hair roughly. Your cunt, still clothed but dripping from the session, brushed against his sensitive cock and he bucked up into you. The strap-on brushed his chest and he even moaned at that. “I’m tempted to lock you up in a chastity belt for the rest of the day, hmmm?”

Mingi’s eyes were blown from your treatment of him. His eyes were glued to your face and his tongue swirled around your fingers to clean them of his cum. You pulled your fingers out of his mouth and he grinned up at you. “Why would you deny yourself my pretty clit?”

The way Mingi’s plush lips had wrapped around your fingers had you half tempted to shove the dildo into his sweet mouth but that would only reward Mingi for his bad behavior. You climbed off Mingi and began to undo the strap-on.

Mingi protested. “Wait, that’s all the play time I get?”

“You’re the one that wanted to come so quickly,” You said over your shoulder.

“But!” Mingi came up behind you and draped his arms around your shoulders and over your collar bones. He was so damn big. “You didn’t come, lover.”

It was your turn to shrug. “Should have thought about that when you were just thinking about your orgasm.”

Mingi wasn’t one to be put off, and besides, he knew how much allure he held over you. His lips skimmed up your neck and he nibbled on your ear. “We could make a bigger mess of my panties and grind against each other until we come.”

By the feel of him against your ass, still fucking hard, you knew he could deliver too. He came hard and fast but the fact that he still wanted that slow and long grind fest really spoke volumes of his libido. “You’re such a slut,” You couldn't help but laugh.

Mingi kissed the soft spot behind your ear. “It’s all for you, lover. Now get your big cock over here so we can come again.”

🥀Day Twenty-three: breeding kink 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Twenty Five: Free use/ Spit Play

[chikahoshi]

What do you love about the dynamic between Miles and Gwen?

Hi! First of all, thanks for asking! I usually don't get asked about my opinions on things, so it's a nice surprise. :)

Anyways, I feel like https://www.tumblr.com/ironcroft11/721180499802980352/what-are-things-that-you-like-about-the-dynamic?source=share has said most of the things I love about their dynamic, but I think I can add a bit more on my thoughts about them.

Like it's been said before, I love the way the writing has built up their relationship. Even though Gwen was mad at Miles for messing up her hair in the first movie, she was actually still pretty empathetic towards him, and she never hold it over against his head (even though it would have been very understandable of her to do so.) In fact, Miles was the one who would bring up her hair. Plus, I like their little banter at the end and the way Miles was able to create a quick comeback after Gwen told him that she's 15 months older than him. It shows Miles improving his rizz, lol. xD Anyways, that small shift from them having a rocky start to them being friends is so, so important to me. It's really easy to create the big moments such as when couples proclaim their love for each other or when one of them goes berserk after the other one gets hurt, but it's so much harder to create those small moments that build up their friendship in a natural way. I feel like a lot of couples in fiction struggle with this, so it's really nice to see Miles and Gwen creating a real friendship with one another without the expectation of a romantic relationship.

Tbh, I actually didn't ship them in the first movie for that reason, but I think that's a great thing! I think the writers did a really great job deciding what was necessary to end the first movie on, so that they can use that foundation onto the second. And the second movie shows how much Miles and Gwen misses each other, and it's so, so MUCH more rewarding when they finally meet each other again. Just all the right amount of awkwardness but also attraction towards one another without needing to say I love you or kissing each other. Like when Gwen gets touchy with Miles but being casual about it or when Miles throws his hands towards his face and deflates when Gwen leaves the party. I could go on, but in short, this movie is very great at showing and not telling. I fell in love with how much groundwork the first two movies (particularly Across the Spiderverse) have built their relationship without them losing that momentum.

Anyways, I hope this answers your question, and thank you so much again for asking! It was really fun to gush about them! :D

[dootznbootz]

I know this may seem strange, but I think everyone deserves a kiss from the homies to say good night. I think your head canons capture that very well!

I wish I had a friendship like Menelaus and Odysseus though… Well, I do. But they live so far away :,(

Thank you!🥹 And I feel ya 😔 I so badly wanna send my homies who live far away sweets and nice meals and stuff ;~; (honestly in some ways, I think it's very sweet that people can be very close regardless of distance though, you know? 🥺 Ofc, I wanna hang out irl but in a way, it goes to show that friendship doesn't necessarily need to be irl to be REAL you know?)

I'm not too upset about the "Menelaus and Odysseus should fuck nasty!" Anon (if you're out there anon, as I said, write it if you want, but this is a SFW blog for the most part. don't send stuff like that HERE xD ) I mean, I did find it kind of funny in the "um, okay???" confused sort of way but it IS kind of sad that the fandom is... vERY sexual sometimes. 😅

And I think WAYYY too much stuff puts emphasis on romance/sex in many ways and portrays it as "the most important" and/or the "final step" in any friendship. Or even just "Oh? They care about each other? They HAVE to be fucking then!" Friendship being the "final step" of a relationship doesn't make it lesser!

Like, I know I'm kind of weird in how I'm kind of a "If it's not canon, then it's just friends." most of the time but idk, xD I REALLY care about my friends so with the "Friends don't look at each other like that", I'm confused as "I look at friends like that? and there's nothing romantic about it??? What type of friends do you have if you don't look at each other like that???"

And with Menelaus and Odysseus, they're so fun to write about as they're different in personality but they understand each other. I love them both as they're so similar but so different and lksdj (idk I talk about it more here.) Both being hurt by one another with Odysseus' "I pretended to be mad to not help" and Menelaus having the war in the first place, they're hurt but also are thinking "...I would have done the same if I was in your position." As their wives and children are the most important to them. And they both know that while they care about each other,

"You're my dearest friend but my family will always come before you. I don't feel bad about trying to dodge the draft." "Ditto. I don't feel bad about dragging you to help me. Let's go cuddle and cry."

And they get comfort by knowing the other understands that. They both need their time to ramble and cry about their loves and kids. As they ARE lonely and scared. Friendship isn't less meaningful than a romantic/sexual relationship. I also have them as friends since before they got married so their friendship goes way back as well.

Like I sometimes get worried about scenes I wanna write because "will readers make this weird?" when that's not my intention at ALL.

Idk :P Have mini half-assed snippet anon! (wrote this very quick a while back)

Context: Palamedes said something and Odysseus is drunk and angry and Menelaus is trying to calm things down.

Odysseus scoffed and swayed a bit. Lightweight. "And what about Paris?" He spat. Menelaus snapped. "That is different. He is an enemy-" "AND PALAMEDES ISN'T MINE?!" Odysseus' straining voice hurled itself at him as he was now yelling in Menelaus' face. A baby's wail echoed throughout the camp. The loud little lungs of Greater Ajax's young son, Eurysaces, cried out as he was awoken by loud yelling… The two fathers instinctively whipped towards the sound, stunned still. Odysseus' face, twisted up in anger as tears gushed from his eyes, went slack. The shadow of a woman in the torchlight moved throughout the tent a ways away. Picking up her child, soothing him… It's been so long since Menelaus' has seen his children. Their children. Hermione was 9 and Megapenthes was 5 when Helen was kidnapped. Menelaus used to be able to pick them both up in his arms, lifting them alternatively as they laughed and asked to be taken higher…She was 13 and he was 9 now… Could he still do that? A bush of red-brown pressed against Menelaus' chest, curtaining Odysseus' face as he looked down. "I miss my baby…" he whimpered, leaning on him. "I want my baby…" Menelaus squeezed his friend tightly to him, blinking back tears of his own. Odysseus shook with more sobs. "He's not even a baby anymore but he… He's mine." He weakly slammed a bloody fist into Menelaus' chest and raised his head. "She's not a bitch! ...How could he even call her that…?" Menelaus swallowed a sob, rubbing Odysseus' back.

The Palamedes situation is more complex than this (it's definitely not black and white) but it's a big emotional moment. :')

[dizzybevvie]

apollo. beverly. buddy. omg... please feel free to explain what the easily solvable issue is cuz omg...... Big Deal it seems

OK THIS IS KIND OF EMBARRASSING BUT BEVERLY (15, boy scout, uhhh my blorbo my little meow meow) HAS THIS BOYFRIEND IN THE CAMPAIGN. HIS NAME IS ERLIN, HE IS ALSO A BOYSCOUT (the in universe alt is Green Teen lmao), HES GINGER, I CARE ABOUT HIM VERY MUCH. I care about this relationship so deeply. I love them I literally cannot NOT gush about Bev and Erlin theyre adorable theyre amazing i adore them.

Im not gonna cover everything, but for context when Bev & Erlin got together (~ep 20?) there was a big war going on in their home city. technically the war is still happening but it has since moved. Beverly's house gets bombed etc etc, they have to flee to escape the city. They split up, with Erlin and his family fleeing, Bev's dad and the other Green Teens are sent to a different dimension (THROUGH A KISS FROM BEV AND ERLIN MIGHT I ADD), and Beverly and the rest of the party go somewhere else that isnt important rn.

Since that episode, Beverly has been collecting things for him. A book about his interests, a poster, some drugs?? i think??? Just little trinkets he thinks Erlin would like for when he next sees him. The DM and player of Beverly have said that the relationship was never planned, it just sort of happened, but after that theyve discussed a long standing mutual crush and other stuff that makes me weep.

Bit of a time skip to around episode 50? By this point, theyve had a few more adventures, and have ventured into this other dimension to try to find Beverly's dad and their friends. They do, and after a lot of hardship and other stuff, they have a big celebration. Beverly, in his defense, is a LITTLE drunk, and meets this autumn looking boy. To be perfectly honest they hit it off. At the end of the bit, the boy tries to kiss him, and Beverly very maturely says something to the effect of, "Im sorry. theres someone else." and leaves. at this point im sweating fucking bullets. I am way too invested in Beverly and Erlin to be normal. But im thinking, oh, sweet, a breath of fresh air. And then he doubles back and kisses him.

And there are so many factors to this. I am fully aware that Beverly is 15. I am fully aware it is both his and Erlin's FIRST relationship. I am fully aware that they will probably be fine after a couple of conversations. but the BETRAYAL 😭 I was heartbroken im not even gonna lie LMAO. I paused the episode and I called Raya to rant about this stulid bullshit 💀. Am i angry at Beverly the character? No. Do i think Erlin's gonna be fucking DISTRAUGHT? Yes.

For me, if it was in the moment and then a, 'fuck, sorry, i shouldnt have-" Thatd be more acceptable. but its the fact that he clearly chose not too and then changed his mind. 😭😭😭

And yes. Beverly has gone through a lot in the past couple of days. His dad and friends aged 25 years in a month. His Dad keeps telling him, after being away from him for several months, that if they are to let anyone die, to let it be him. Another one of his father figures is going through a MASSIVE identity crisis. A war is happening. Beings that are as close to gods without being gods are putting expectations and pressure on his shoulders. I fully understand that this is a situation that is not as bad as i have presented it and that it is fairly easily fixed. but I was so fucking sad? We havent seen Erlin in like, 30 episodes. Hes literally a refugee rn. hes going to be so sad. He is going to be sooooo sad. 😭😭😭

TLDR: I have an unhealthily strong obsession with DND boyscout bfs, and one of them cheated, and I am so unreasonably sad.

[garfinkelstingle]

social media au | andrew garfield

pairing: andrew garfield x celebrity!reader

a/n: ok so i feel the whole concept is very much self explanatory but i just want to shoutout @rues-daya real quick cause her smaus really inspired me to do this (or anything, really. there hasn't been that much creative content on here lately lol) and if you want to scroll through some really awesome smaus (with a whole bunch of celebs!!!) i definitely recommend checking out her blog!!! it's truly dopesick.

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bustle for bustle's november cover story, the actor discusses tick, tick, BOOM!, staring as the musical theatre legend, his relationship and more — link in bio.

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andrewfan25 my man's looking too good to be true i-

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yourfan172 the devil may work hard, but no one works harder than yourinstagram, liking any content mentioning andrew the second it comes out

yourinstagram guilty as charged 🤭

andrewfan03 i'm sorry for the person i will become when andrew garfield finally wins his long deserved oscar

andrewfan15 i love how no one mentioned spiderman during the interview and solely focused on tick, tick, boom!... a movie we all know 113% andrew is actually going to be in

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yourinstagram had an absolute blast chatting with jimmykimmel!!! tune in tonight to watch me talk all things kittens and puppies (if you think i'm joking i swear i'm not lol)

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jimmykimmellive we love having you on the show!

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yourfan26 y/n in this dress,,, wait what was i saying?

andrewfan37 andrew is literally the luckiest guy in the world because look at you i mean 😭😭

caradelevingne the smile of all smiles

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yourfan92 no offense to andrew but istg if you'd just give me a chance...

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enews splitssvile! according to close sources the british beau Andrew Garfield and his girlfriend Y/N of nearly four years have officially called it quits... link in bio for the full story

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andrewfan17 i'm calling 🧢 on this one... weren't they just spotted holding hands like two days ago?

yourfan34 the way this is literally the "what's your source" - "trust me bro" meme lol i'm not believing shit unless y/n tells me herself

marvelstan28 not as obsessed with them as most of the people in this comment section are, but tbh i also don't really believe that they're dunzos... he literally just gushed about her in his cover story didn't he?

yourfan52 exactly!!!! this is such bullshit lol

andrewfan94 if this is true it's literally my 13th reason bc then i've officially lost all hope in love :((((

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yourinstagram when he tells you "you look gorgeous, let me take a picture" >>>>>>>

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yourfan27 NOT Y/N SHUTTING THOSE RUMORS DOWN WITH THIS,,, queen behaviour i mean????

yourfan83 new lockscreen alert i mean 😭

yourinstagram that's what he said, too ;)

andrewfan59 ok but if my girlfriend looked like this i'd be obsessed with her, too

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winnieharlow let me guess, he bought you the roses, too?

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[storiesforallfandoms]

she’s a baddie ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1846

request?: yes!

“Hi! I have a request for mgk (if your requests are open still) but I was thinking maybe something like colson’s girlfriend is a total badass and like has a bunch of tattoos and maybe is a rapper herself and he is kind of just gushing over her and tells everyone he can about how cool she is? <3″

description: in which he loves to gush about his badass rapper girlfriend at every opportunity

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

The minute he walked into the studio and saw her, Colson was in love.

Dom had asked Colson to be on a song with him and a long time friend of his, a fellow rapper named (Y/N). Colson agreed - he always loved to work with Dom and he loved to meet new people to collaborate with.

He wasn’t sure what he expected of (Y/N), but it definitely was not what he actually got.

(Y/N) was in the booth recording her verse. Already, her rapping abilities were for beyond even Colson’s. He was extremely impressed with her lyrics. As for her appearance: she was wearing a pair of tight, ripped jeans, a white button up dress shirt that was completely open with the sleeves rolled up, revealing the sports bra she was wearing underneath.

With all that skin exposed, Colson could see that she was nearly completely covered in tattoos. Her arms were covered in tattoo sleeves, all the way down to her hands and even fingers. There was an undercarriage tattoo poking out from under her sports bra, and another poking out from her waistband around her hip. She even had one on her neck!

She radiated badass energy, and Colson was drawn to her.

Dom looked up from where he was sat and got up to hug Colson. “Hey mate! Just in time, (Y/N) is finished her verse!”

(Y/N) had stopped rapping when she noticed the commotion outside. She was looking at Dom and Colson, as if waiting for them to tell her what to do.

“(Y/N), come meet Kells!” Dom called.

She walked out from the booth and smiled at Colson. “Nice to meet you. Dom talks so highly of you, and I’m a bit of a fan.”

Colson smiled and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, too. Dom’s talked you up to me a lot, too. You definitely live up to the hype.”

(Y/N) tried to hide her smile to keep her cool status, but Colson could see the corners of her mouth tilting upwards. She put her hands in her pockets and shrugged modestly. “I’m okay I guess. Thanks though.”

“Her verse is amazing,” Dom said, bringing the attention back to him. “Just wait till you hear it when it’s finished.”

Colson sat with Dom to go over the verse he had written. (Y/N) sat behind them, distracting herself on her phone while the men worked. Every so often he would glance over his shoulder at her, hoping to catch her attention for even just a moment.

“She’s single mate, go for it,” Dom said in a low voice, but certainly not low enough that (Y/N) didn’t hear it.

Colson’s eyes widened and he quickly looked over his shoulder at her again. Her attention was still on her phone, but there was a knowing smile on her face.

When the three had finished in the studio and were preparing to go, Colson finally decided to talk to (Y/N). She was heading out the door when Colson approached her, falling into step beside her.

“Your tattoos are cool,” he said, immediately cringing at how lame the compliment was.

(Y/N) smiled brightly at him. “Thanks! They better be for how long they took and how much they cost. Yours are pretty sick too.”

“Thanks. A few of them are kind of old and I regret a little but that happens.”

“When you have as many as we do, you eventually regret one or two.”

There was an awkward silence as the two continued into the parking lot. Colson tried to wrack his brain for some way to save the conversation, but everything he came up with felt dumb or lame. He felt his heart fall to his stomach when (Y/N) pulled keys from her pocket and unlocked a car in front of them. He knew he’d eventually see her again, but he didn’t want their time to end just yet.

Before getting into her car, (Y/N) turned to Colson and put her hand out. “Give me your phone.”

He was taken back by such a direct request that his mind couldn’t comprehend what she had asked at first. “What?”

“Phone, unlock, give.”

Colson took his phone from his pocket and did as she asked. (Y/N) opened the contacts app on his phone and added her name and number, and even took a selfie of herself to set as the contact photo. She sent herself a text so she could have Colson’s number before passing the phone back to him.

“Let’s get drinks some time,” she told him before climbing into her car and starting it up. The roaring of the engine made Colson realize that even her car was badass.

He never would’ve guessed that that one encounter would’ve led to such a strong relationship between the two of them. Colson took (Y/N) up on her offer to go get drinks and, next thing he knew, he was waking up the next morning with her in his bed after deciding to be in a real relationship.

When the news hit the media, both of their fanbases exploded with excitement, saying how (Y/N) and Colson were perfect for one another. Even the tabloids couldn’t find a bad thing to say about the relationship. In fact, they constantly praised the two and complimented them whenever they were saw out together. As much as Colson hated the vultures that were paparazzi, it was hard to be as angry when they were actually saying nice things about him and the woman he loved.

And Colson couldn’t get enough of hyping his girl up. Even when she wasn’t there, all he did was talk about how cool and badass she was. It eventually got to a point that his friends would have to tell Colson that every time he mentioned (Y/N)’s name when she wasn’t around, they were going to hit him.

On the night of Dom’s album release, which featured the song that had brought Colson and (Y/N) together, Dom decided to throw a massive party to celebrate. Colson showed up with his friends, fashionably late as always. It didn’t take him long to navigate the large crowd to find his stunning girlfriend, who was wearing a skin tight black dress that hugged her body and came down to her thighs, paired with a pair of black stiletto heels and her hair pulled back in a braid. Colson couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over her body as he walked up behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek, bringing her attention away from her conversation to him for just a moment.

“Sorry to steal her away,” Colson said to her conversation partner, “but I just had to tell my girlfriend how fucking stunning she looks tonight.”

A bright smile spread on (Y/N)’s face as the person she was talking to made a fake vomiting sound, but was smiling none the less.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, hot stuff,” she said with a wink. “Wanna grab a drink and I’ll be over in a minute?”

“Sounds good, baby.”

Colson kissed her head as his hand trailed from her waist to her ass, giving it a quick squeeze before walking away. (Y/N) turned and watched him go with wide eyes, but also with an amused smile on his face. He smirked to himself as he made his way to the bar.

Slim and Rook were already stood there, two empty glasses in hand but too distracted by their conversation to get refills. Colson ordered two drinks, one for himself and one for (Y/N), before looking back across the crowded room at her. An involuntary smile stretched across his face as he looked at the familiar tattoos that were peaking out from her dress.

“Bro, if you say one thing about (Y/N) I am going to punch you in the fact,” Slim said, snapping Colson out of his trance.

“What?” he said. “Dude I wasn’t going to say anything about her.”

“You have that look on your face man,” Rook pointed out. “The look that says the next thing out of your mouth is gonna be something about how badass (Y/N) is.”

The bartender passed Colson his drink and he immediately swallowed half of it. “I’m sorry for thinking my girlfriend is the coolest shit since sliced bread, but that’s how relationships are supposed to work.”

“That’s not how they’ve worked with you before,” Slim said.

“Yeah, before it was a lot of sex and PDA and eventual fighting,” Rook added.

“What I have with (Y/N) ain’t like that, guys,” Colson said. “I know I move way too fast in relationships and they all end the same way, but when I say that it was love at first sight for me with (Y/N), I mean it. I mean, look at her, how can you not love her? She’s not just another girl who wants to be all over me and gets jealous or upset when I’m gone for long because she actually understands that this is how my job works. And she likes to drink and smoke weed and party, so she’s actually fun to hang out with. On top of all that...well...just look at her! She’s smoking hot and badass as fuck. I’m sorry that I tend to talk too much about her and all, but I can’t help it. I’m really happy.”

During his speech, Colson hadn’t noticed that (Y/N) had finished with her conversation and approached the three of them. She joined the group just in time to hear how happy he was to be with her, which had managed to bring happy tears to her eyes. She tried to blink them away as to not ruin her makeup, but it was hard when Colson’s kind words were replaying in her head.

“You mean that?” she asked, causing the three men to jump and to look at her.

“Damn, you move quick girl,” Slim commented.

“How much did you hear?” Colson asked.

“Enough of it,” she responded.

Slim and Rook exchanged a glance before excusing themselves from the conversation. Colson held out (Y/N)’s drink to her and she gladly took it. She leaned into his side as he wrapped his arm around her again, fitting perfectly against him like two puzzle pieces.

“I meant every word I said,” he told her. “I think you’re the coolest chick I’ve ever met and then some. Way too good to be dating a dork like me.”

“You’re anything but a dork,” she said. “And even if you were, you’re my dork, and I can’t imagine having anyone else by my side.”

Colson smiled that adorable, goofy smile that (Y/N) loved so much. She mirrored it before leaning up to kiss his lips. His grip around her waist tightened as he held her close, never wanting to let her go.

[ablackfangirlwrites]

Adore you

A/n: the first part of my little project of smut and what better place to start than with my birdy hawks also this one was definitely inspired by the song adore you by Harry styles

The first time Hawks realized he was in love with you was when the two of you were on a mission together. There was nothing special about this particular mission. Yet he found himself in awe of you, how you fought with the villains never missing a beat, and how you working with him so seamlessly. How you didn’t seem to have a care in the world, as you danced around fighting. 

He had always known that he liked you, otherwise, he wouldn’t invite you over his place from time to time. But it was a very specific relationship. Simply it was a friends with benefits deal you had. It worked better that way because real relationships were already sticky and being important heroes who had the time to put in that type of real work? Keigo was always good with that deal you had too. 

But something was different today, maybe it was because earlier that day you had been gushing about the hero Eraserhead and how you thought he was hot despite being way older than you. Or was it how he saw Dabi looking at you when the two of you worked together the other day trying to infiltrate the league of villains? Could it have been from jealousy that he found out that he was in love with you? Maybe, but the end result was him reflecting on you and your relationship with him. 

He saw you laughing as you quipped with the villain you were fighting. You were always like that, he thought. From the very first time he met you when the commission told him you would be working with him, you were all smiles and quips. Always so bright, always finding a way to make him smile. 

“Get your head outta the clouds birdy,” You called after him playfully. 

He hadn’t even realized he was lost in his own head about you. As he was backing you up during the fight.

“You think too much,” You said returning to his side. Keigo only hummed back, He was now focused and thinking about how he wanted to quickly be done with the mission, so he could spend more interrupted time with you. 

The mission went on way longer than Hawks would have liked but now it was done and the two of you found yourselves back at his apartment. He was in boxers standing in his kitchen debating if he wanted something to eat while you were using his shower. 

After a while, you joined him in the kitchen Keigo at first he gave you a nod when he saw you approaching but then had to do a double-take when he saw you were only in a towel. You sighed rubbing your shoulder and rolling your neck, “That was just what I needed.” 

You went to hug Keigo from behind laying your head on his back, “It would have been a much better shower if you had joined me though.” You teased hugging him tighter.

Keigo froze for a brief moment at the feel of you on his back but relaxed when he felt you kiss at his neck.

“You know it’s difficult to be in there with the two of us,” He said with a smile in his voice. That much was true showering with him and his wings was always a task that left you more tired than clean. “Besides,” Keigo turned to face you now. “You don’t have to get me in the shower if you trying to get me naked.” 

You smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips, “You-” 

Keigo didn’t give you a chance to say more words before Keigo took your lips in a kiss now. 

It was feverish the way his lips moved across yours. Like he couldn’t get enough of you You attempted to pull away a few times only for him to take your lips all over again making you giggle.  

Keigo picked you up letting your legs wrap around him as he walked back to his bedroom never letting your lips go. Until finally he sat down and pulled his lips away. 

“I just wanna look at you,” Keigo said caressing your face as he gazed at you. Your face melted in his hand as you stared back into his eyes, “What’s gotten into you tonight?” You asked straddling his lap. 

You knew Keigo to be an affectionate guy, but tonight something felt different.

 “What? I can’t admire how beautiful you are?” 

You giggled as he started to pepper your face in kisses again. “You know I adore you Y/n.” 

“That’s sweet,” You hummed.

“Well, you know I try,” He smiled.

 “Well it’s working tonight, most of the time you’re pretty corny Kei-” you shouted suddenly as he flipped you over and was hovering above you slowly taking the towel from your body. 

“What?” He teases and continued to kiss your face. “Can’t I show you just how much I adore you?” he went to start kissing that sweet spot he knew was on your neck making you squirm under him. You bit your lip holding back your groans in your throat which made him suck harder no doubt leaving a mark there. He knew you hated that, but he didn’t care right now. Keigo was more determined in marking you as his right now more than anything. 

“Kei-” You hissed his name.

“Come on sweetheart don’t hide that voice from me,” He whispered in your ear.

“Keigo don’t be a tease,” You sighed.

He chuckled and sat up a bit watching you try to grind your cunt against his knee that was between your thighs. He pressed it a little harder to give you a little tension that you so craved, which only made you moan in more frustration. “Keiiii!” You whined.

“Ok, ok.” he leaned over to give you a quick kiss before moving down and throwing your legs over his shoulder. “You can’t blame me, babe,” He slowly kissed the inside of your thigh. “You look so hot when you’re like this.” He kissed at your other thigh. You whined again as he dipped his tongue into you. 

“Fucking finally,” you sighed sinfully. Making him smile. You grabbed his hair holding it tight as the sensations ran through you, and he took this moment to move his right hand from around your thigh and inserted his middle and ring finger into your pussy curling them up to hit your sweet spot. He was moving at an agonizingly slow pace, enjoying all the profanities you whispered as he played with your clit. Keigo loves the way he feels you gushing around his fingers and eventually he started to speed up as your cries were only driving him crazier. He knew you were close by the way you arched over the bed and how tighter you held on to his hair.

Until finally you screamed, “Kei!” 

His fingers were pushed out of your cunt as you squirted over his face and the bed. “Fuck..” He all but whispered watching you come undone under him. “You’re so fucking beautiful Y/n.”

He practically rips his boxers off annoyed by how they were restraining his hard cock. He didn’t even give you a full minute to recover before he was hovering over again. 

“Keigo,” You whimpered under him as he gave you a sloppy kiss. You could taste yourself on hips lips while you could feel him lining himself up with you. 

“You still with me babe?” He checked in with you and when you nodded he kissed you deeply with a groan in his throat as he sheathed himself into you. “Fuck, you feel so good Y/n.”

You hummed as he slowly pulled his cock in and out of you, again starting off painfully slow. “You’re so beautiful,” Keigo said watching the pleasure wash over your face. It was his favorite thing to see in the whole world and his chest filled up with pride knowing he was the one providing it for you. No one could fuck you like him. 

No one could love you like him. 

He knew you were close again feeling your pussy pulsing around him. Making him pick up his speed, “You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” 

“Yes-I’m so close-” You whined.

Keigo was grinning at your cries, “I know, I know.” His speed was relentless now chasing his own release. It only got more intense when he felt your hand move from pulling his hair to the patagium of his wings. “Fuck, Y/n.”  It was unexpected but it brought him to the edge and before he knew it you were cuming and he was releasing his seed inside you. 

“I fucking love you,” He said out of nowhere as his body twitch while he was coming down from his high. But he quickly realized what he said. “Shit.” 

Your eyes were dazed, but he could see the hint of mischief in them, “You lo-” 

Too embarrassed from his slip of the tongue and not wanting to face you just yet he flipped you over to your stomach before you could question him. “Kei-” You gasped when you felt him enter you again this time in one hard thrust.  

“Shut up,” He said in a harsh tone. He didn’t want to think about what you were going to say. He wanted to just stay in this blissful moment for a little while longer. But his mind continued to wonder, what if you really didn’t feel the same way? What if you only wanted to stay his friend with benefits, all while you found real affection with someone else?

“Kei, please,” you begged. His thrust were hard and agonizing, there was no pleasure in it for you and you could tell he was in his head, “Come back to me,” you cooed at him. 

“Tell me I’m better,” He demanded. “Tell me I’m the best you’ll ever have I’m better than Eraser, All might, Endeavor or any other hero you can think of,” Keigo’s pace was now merciless, “Hell, That’s I’m better than that prick Dabi.” 

Keigo moved you so you were pressed against his chest, his fingers pinching your nipple, The other hand on your throat; all while never slowing his pace just pounding into you, “Tell me Y/n,” He bit at you’re ear.

“You’re better!” You screamed, “You’re the best. Fuck! I love you,” Finally feeling satisfied Keigo moved his fingers to massage your clit. He barely had to touch you before you were cumming all over him again. Still fucking you through your orgasm Keigo reached his own high. 

You fell to the bed first and him soon after, both of you completely exhausted.

A long silence filled the room. 

Keigo didn’t know if you really meant those words he practically forced out of you a second ago and wasn’t so sure if he was ready to talk about his own with you yet.

But before he had enough time to drive himself crazy with thoughts you had moved closer to him and wrapped him in your arms making him the little spoon. You still didn’t say anything but Keigo could feel your heart still beating fast, he found it both soothing and nerve-wracking.

“Keigo?” You finally spoke.

“Yeah?” 

“You love me?” You asked him tracing your fingers down his spine.

“I do,” He answered, “Is that a problem?” 

You smiled and kissed his forehead, “Why would it be bird brain?” 

“Cause I know how our relationship started isn’t this crossing that line?” 

“No,” You told him plainly. 

“Oh,” was all he said. The two of you went back into silence again, but then you cleared your voice again, “Keigo?” 

“I love you too...Is that a problem?” 

Keigo moved his head so he could look at you, “Of course not,” he kissed you

[otakusheep15]

SFW Alphabet - Satan

I had a really hard time trying to get Satan’s character right, so I hope I did a good job with this one

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s not super affectionate, physical, verbal, or otherwise. Really, that’s just a side-effect of him being born from pure wrath. He simply just can’t express emotions very well. You’ll most likely have to initiate any affection if you want it. However, he does also like when you lay your head on his lap and he reads to you since it doesn’t require much. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’s the mom friend for sure. He helps you with anything you may need from studying to pranks. Of course, he does also make sure you both make it out of any trouble unscathed. I also lowkey see him as the type to carry around random snacks to feed strays he comes across, and he’ll give some to you so that you can also feed the strays. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Like I said, affection isn’t his strong suit, so cuddling isn’t really his thing. The closest he’ll get to cuddling is either you two sitting next to each other on the bed/couch or with him sitting up and you laying on his lap. He may also pat your head like you’re a cat. There might also be reading involved if he’s awake enough to read out loud to you. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He does like the idea of settling down, but he’s unsure if he really can. Yes, he can do basic household chores like cooking and cleaning, but he feels as though he couldn’t handle the more emotional side of settling down. Doing something like that means you truly love the person you’re with and he’s afraid that he might not have the emotional capacity to feel that strongly about someone. Then you came along and destroyed all of that nonsense. Now he wants nothing more than to drag you away and live out a romance just like in his favorite books. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

There would most likely be a lot of yelling. Also lots of things being thrown around in rage. When he’s mad, he’s mad, and a breakup is a great way to get him mad. If he’s the one initiating it, he’ll try to keep a level head, but that solely depends on how the other person reacts. If they’re also calm, then it’ll be pretty civil and respectful, and they might even stay friends after. However, if the other person starts getting mad, that only makes him worse and it does not get better for that other person. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Before you? He never even considered the idea. After you? That’s practically all he can think about. You know that one friend we all have that constantly gushes over sappy romance stories and constantly wishes how that could live them out with their partner? Yeah, that’s him. He’ll never admit that out loud though. The only one who actually knows about all of his fantasies are Asmo because he once walked in on him comparing you to this one character from a romance novel he liked (kinda like Levi with his anime). 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He knows how dangerous he can be. Not only is he a demon, and a powerful at that, but he also the literal embodiment of wrath. Even after years of keeping up his gentlemanly facade, all it takes is the slightest inconvenience to set him off. So he’s extra careful around you. Physically, he tries not to get to close to you, especially when he’s pissed off. Verbally, he tries to watch his language around you because he doesn’t want to hurt you by saying anything mean.  

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

His hugs are extremely rare but surprisingly nice. Since he’s scared he might hurt you by accident, and his lack of need for physical affection, he doesn’t hug you very often. However, they are super relaxing when they do happen. He hugs you just tight enough to keep you pressed to his body, but not so tight that it’s uncomfortable. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Out of all the brothers, he one of the last ones to say it. He’s not all the familiar with the concept of love, especially in romantic context. Obviously, he knows how it feels in theory, but he can hardly figure it out in practice. The worst part is that he knows he loves you, but he has no clue how to go about it. When he does finally say it, he seems perfectly calm and collected, but he’s internally screaming the whole time. You’ll never know.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Surprisingly, he’s not one to get jealous easily. One of the benefits of having a poor grasp on emotions maybe? Whatever the case, he always tends to take a more logical approach to things, relationships included. He knows that you’re loyal to him and so he trusts you. If he has any reason to be jealous, then he’ll talk to you and workout any problems or concerns.  

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses can go one of two ways. They can 1) be the softest, most romantic kisses you’ve ever felt in your life, or 2) the most heated and passionate kisses you’ve ever felt in your life. Literally no in between. The former will usually happen during softer moments of bliss. Maybe you two were just in his room and relaxing or in the library studying. The latter only ever happens during more ~spicy~ times *wink wink*. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He hates kids. That’s it. He hates them. They’re such a hassle, they need constant supervision and care, and they never shut up. He is a firm believer in children being the worst creatures in all the three realms. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He always wakes up first no matter what. He’ll go down to the kitchen and make you a cup of tea, but that’s only when you guys don’t have school. If you do have school, he’ll wake you up as gently as possible and help you get ready. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’ll usually drag you to hs room so that you two can spend the evening reading together. Sometimes you end up sitting next to each other and reading your own books, others you may end up in his lap while he reads to you. You mostly end up falling sleep first, and he’ll follow soon after. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

This boy is the definition of closed off. It does not matter how close you are to him or how much he trusts you, he will never tell you anything. Okay, he does tell you some things, but only surface level stuff. If you want the real, honest answers he has, you need to pry them out yourself. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Lmao what’s patience? Seriously though, he actually has a decent amount of patience. He trained himself really hard in order o control his anger, so he can actually be pretty chill for the most part. Obviously, he still gets mad all the time, especially with Lucifer, but he does try his best. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’s totally the type to write down facts about you in a secret journal somewhere so that he can reference it later. He has a great memory, but he loves just writing down everything you tell him about yourself just in case he forgets anything. He will never tell you or anyone else about the journal, but if anyone finds out, they will never be heard from again. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He isn’t one to have any particular moment in mind, but he absolutely treasures those quiet moments when you two are alone. No brothers to bother you, plenty of books and snacks, and just each others presence. It’s quiet, calm and peaceful. These moments don’t happen very often due to the chaos around you, so when they do happen it’s special. Just being able to spend time with you is his favorite thing in all three worlds. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is arguably one of the most protective brothers, and that’s saying something. The second someone even hints at hurting you, they’re dead. They just cease to exist. He will not let a single thing harm his precious human, and he’ll do whatever it takes to ensure your safety. He’d even go so far as to get himself in trouble if it means getting you out of it. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He’s much more casual than most of his brothers, so he doesn’t see the need in planning over-the-top dates. Obviously, he wants you to be happy no matter what, but he knows he doesn’t need extravagant dates to make that happen. I mean, if you like things like that he’ll certainly try for you, but it’s just not his style. He prefers causal, lowkey dates. Coffee shop dates, going to bookstores together, sitting in his or your room and reading all day, and going out to play with the stray cats are all ideal dates for him. He just knows that, as long as you two are together, everything is already perfect. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Obviously, he has some issues he needs to work out. His anger issues are, of course, the main issue, but that also leads into other problems. For example, his daddy issues hatred for Lucifer is something he needs to get sorted out. He also has a hard time expressing his true feelings for fear of letting his anger out as well. Most of his issues are emotional, so he needs a lot of time to work on them. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not so much concerned with physical appearance so much as social appearance. he is highly concerned about how he looks to the public. If he needs to look physically appealing in order to keep a good social standing, then he’ll do it. He’s not vain like Asmo or Mammon, but he’d be quick to put more into his appearance if it means he gains something out of it socially. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Honestly, he’s felt incomplete since being born, so even with you he doesn’t feel quite complete. You definitely help fill some of that void he has in him, but not even you can fix him completely. If you did leave him, he’d be back at square one, so he needs you to be there in order to make him feel even the slightest bit more whole. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

As I stated before, I think he keeps a journal of all of your interests so that he can remember then, but I think it goes deeper than that. I also think he has one for each of his brothers that he keeps on him. Any time one of his brothers mentions something they like, he’ll write it down to keep it for later. That way, if an occasion (birthday, anniversary, etc.) that would require this information would ever arise, he would already have it written down. No one knows about these, and he’ll take this secret to his grave. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He refuses to even acknowledge someone without even the slightest bit of academic prowess. If he deems you to be stupid, you’ll never even hear from him again. He also cannot stand people who dislike cats. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He has a tendency to move around a lot when he sleeps. No one has any clue as to why, but it’s not really a problem. That is until you two start sleeping together. He either ends up on top of you or kicking you out of the bed. In the morning, he’ll apologize, but it’s not something he can really fix. 

[thewritetofreespeech]

hello! can you write scenario for akashi, aomine, kise, and kagami where their s/o is jealous of all the attention they're getting from other girls?

awwww. adorbs! certainly ^_^ 🖤

Jealous S/O

Akashi

It’s not a surprise that he was popular.

Akashi was smart, handsome, rich. Great at academics, and sports, and the youngest student council president in the history of Rakuzan. You didn’t believe in people being perfect, but if ever someone was going to get close it would be Akashi. He really lived up to the ‘Emperor’ nickname.

And what was an Emperor without his court.

“What’s wrong [Y/N]?” You look up from the pavement as you walked to class to see Akashi staring at you. His gaze focused, but soft & concerned. “You seem distracted.”

“Oh…it’s nothing.” You tuck your hair behind your ear. Prepared to let this go. Of course, Akashi wouldn’t let it though. He continued to stare at you until you finally broke down and told him. “It’s just them.”

The red head turned to look where you had jutted your chin towards the girls, huddled behind one of the pillars in the court yard whispering & staring, and your boyfriend let out a sigh. “Ah yes. Them.” He doesn’t seem surprised by their presence. Nor their borderline stalking. You should have guessed that he knew they were there. “I just choose to ignore them. However, if they are making you uncomfortable, I can order them to stop.”

You shook your head. You didn’t want to cause trouble. And although it was annoying, you didn’t want to break another girl’s heart over their rejected feelings. “It’s not a big deal. It’s the burden of dating the ‘Emperor’ I guess.” His lips scrunch. Though the nickname stuck over time, you know he doesn’t actually care for that title. “I just feel a little bit like one of those women in a historical K-drama. You know, like someone is waiting in the wings to knock me off so they can take my place near the emperor.” Sometimes you kind of feel like I should start checking my lunch for poison or glass.

Akashi scoffed a little. Then leaned in to kiss your cheek. “That’s never going to happen.” He assured you. “My heart belongs to only you. And, if anyone were to hurt you, I’d gouge their eyes out.”

Perhaps it’s poor form to giggle at such a threat, but you do. He really was so protective of you. You really had no reason to be jealous, because no one was going to take Akashi away from you.

You continue on your way to class. The ‘court’ suspiciously hanging back more than usual after that day.

Aomine

The street ball court was a buzz as usual whenever Aomine played.

His ‘quick game’ with the challenges on the court had turned into a full basketball brawl that had lasted for hours. One-on-one after one after another.

Not that you minded. Watching Aomine play, and seeing him happy, was always thrilling. He always looked so cool when he played; giving his all, even against weaker players. You chuckle to yourself. He really was a terrible guy to take such joy in crushing people. But then what did that say about you when you were so turned on by it?

“That dark skin guy is so hot! Do you think he’s foreign?”

You turn away from the court to a gaggle of girls, some your age, some older, watching the game as well from the side lines. Some had noticed the game and come to watch. Others had come with their own boyfriends. You frown a little as they continue to whisper and gush over your boyfriend. Getting moodier by the second.

“Yo, what’s up?” You look up from glaring at the lines on the court; just in time to see Aomine place his ball he was holding in one hand against your head. “You look pissed. Are you not having fun?”

“Not really.” You confess, batting his hand away. You weren’t having fun now. He was talking to you, but those girls still couldn’t take their eyes off them. “Can we go now?”

“What?? But things are just getting started.” He lifted his shirt up as he whined to wipe the sweat from his brow and you could practically hear the siren like squeals from those thirsty ass bitches.

“I don’t like the crowd here.”

Aomine seemed to catch on, and looked to the side to see who was annoying you. You have to assume he expected to see some guy making you uncomfortable, based on his expression, but looked surprised when he saw it was just a bunch of girls; totally playing it off like they weren’t staring at him a moment ago. “What can I say babe? I can’t help it if girls think I’m super hot and junk.” His cockiness and smirk were not attractive at the moment.

You continue to pout, but just long enough for Aomine to lean in and give you a peck on said pout. “Let me kick this guys ass and then we can go. ‘Less you wanna stick around and make ‘em jealous back. We can do gross couple stuff until they get weirded out and leave.”

You chuckle again at the offer. Appreciating the gesture he was trying to make. “Go play your game and then we can go. If we’re going to do ‘gross couple stuff’, I’d rather do it in private where we can enjoy it.”

Aomine gave you a big grin, followed by a loud, “yes ma’m!”

Of course, he slaughtered the guy in the next game. Leaving him to sulk off back to his own girlfriend; who was indeed in the pack and not looking too happy about it. You both leave after that to finish your date. Aomine proud as a peacock for the rest of the afternoon from the ego boost.

Kise

It was hard, dating a model.

You knew of Kise’s profession before you started dating, of course, but you had no idea how hard it would be on your relationship.

Girls stopped him every chance they got to ask for his autograph, or gush over his new photobook. He of course was courteous and polite. Turning on that model charm. He always thanked them for their patronage of his work and they promised to always support him. It had been bad before, but ever since his game was televised this past season, it had grown into a circus. Not only was he the beautiful blonde-haired boy they all admired, but now he was also the super-hot jock they all drooled over. You could barely go out on a proper date anymore without being accosted by some female vying for his attention.

“[Y/N]-cchi, what’s wrong? You look upset.”

“This is ridiculous!” You told him, and you weren’t just talking about his huge sunglasses & stupid hat he was wearing to try and be ‘incognito’. It wasn’t working even a little bit, so now it was just doubly stupid. “Why can’t they leave you alone for 10 minutes?!”

“They’re my fans [Y/N]-cchi. I can’t disappoint them!”

“Right. Don’t disappoint them. Why don’t you hang out with them today then?” You mutter sullenly. Prepared to leave.

Kise seemed to realize what was going on, and just how upset you were, as he reached out to grab you hand. “I don’t want to hang out with them [Y/N].” You turn back around when he said your name like a real person. Not the cute little way he did it as part of his act. “I don’t want anyone else but you. They only like me because I’m handsome and a model.” Humble too, you think to yourself. “They don’t really care about me. You do! I don’t want to lose that. Please forgive me.”

He did genuinely look hurt, and you have to believe that he meant it. You sigh. It wasn’t totally Kise’s fault. “It’s alright Ryouta.” You tell him. He seemed to perk up a little at that. “If you could maybe not lay it on so thick for them in the future, I would appreciate it.”

“Of course [Y/N]-cchi!” He cheered with a beaming smile. Already back to his normal self. “I’d do anything for you!”

It doesn’t stop of course. But Kise kept true to his word and politely asked to be left in peace. Most respected that. Some weren’t as understanding of his needs. You just appreciated that he was trying to keep them at bay. Fangirls were weird.

Kagami

After practice, you and Kagami went to Maji Burger, as per usual. And, as per usual, people were staring at your table.

Most of the time they were staring at the loud, tall teen scarfing down his body weight in hamburgers. Amazed at his own personal eating contest. However, more recently, the people staring were girls from your school who had also come here. And they were staring at Kagami only.

He was completely oblivious to it, but Kagami was actually really popular; even before Serin started wining so much. He was tall, athletic, built. He’d come from America, which was so cool for a lot of the students around here. Plus, he had this whole ‘bad boy basketball star’ vibe going. If they only knew how much of a sweet heart he really was. Actually, scratch that. If they knew that would only make it worse.

“Hey, what’s up [Y/N]? You’re not eating. Do you not like your food?”

You look up from your own, normal portion on the tray, then back down as you play with your food. “It’s just hard to eat when people are staring.”

Kagami blinked. Then looked around to see what you were talking about. “I don’t see anybody.”

“Of course you don’t….” You mutter under your breath. He never did.

“What does it matter?” He asked. “It’s not like I can stop people from looking at me. They have eyeballs. It’s a free country.”

“That’s not the point Kagami. It’s not that they’re looking at you. It’s the fact that they’re looking at you.” You’re trying to be discrete here, but subtle or discretion never really got through to Kagami. “They wanna fuck you.”

Kagami choked on his burger halfway devoured in his mouth. “Don’t say that!” He scolded you. Once he’d recovered from his near-death experience.

“Well, it’s true. Maybe that’s a bit much, but they definitely look at you that way, and it’s annoying.”

“How can you even tell?”

“Because it’s how I look at you.” You muttered under our breath again. Fidgeting with our soda straw to avoid eye contact.

Kagami heard you again though and now you were both blushing in the booth. “Well…the only one I’m interested in looking at me that way is you.” He muttered back. “The only one I’m interested in looking at that way is you.” His leg moved forward under the table to touch yours. Simple, secret, intimate.

You smile softly as you realize it was stupid to be jealous. Kagami had no guile. He was honest to a fault, which was another of his amazing qualities. He genuinely didn’t see those other girls because he was only focused on you. So let them stare. There was no way they were going to take him away from you.

[kkyujikoo]

These are my... 2...? Maybe 50, cents about the whole "freejk" thing. I'm gonna be extremely petty and at some points a whole lot sarcastic and it's gonna be long but I had to say it. As soon as I get my computer I'm gonna make it under read more, but the app does whatever it wants, as we know.

Listen, this ain't my first fan rodeo, and not even the first fan rodeo where I've been directly or indirectly accused of being some sort of pervert or delulu. I've been in fandom spaces since I was a teen, I was shipping mlm couples when queerbaiting in TV shows was still something that was seen as the norm rather than some cheap disgusting trick. I was there when fanfic spaces saw "slash" fics as something "different" and to be tagged with a more mature rating even when they just looked at each other.

I was in BBC's Sherlock's fandom and I shipped Johnlock during the hiatus between S3 and S4, at this point I'm not even feeling it when people call me delulu or a weirdo.

So, yeah, take this with a grain of salt: as a person who has seen thousands of times fandom drama unfolding and has lived too much of it... This whole situation is so ridiculous it makes me laugh. Like, yeah, it's maddening how people will blame anyone and everyone because they don't even see their own bias and homophobia, granted, but like... It also makes me laugh for the sheer dumbassery of the reasoning behind it all?

Like... Y'all are getting mad and for what? Because it sure as hell isn't the invasion of privacy, since y'all are watching the same content we're all watching and you're paying to see it the same way everyone else is. If you don't want to "invade their privacy", you should just... Stop watching content that isn't their music videos, RUN episodes or interviews. Memories and any kind of dvd/video that shows what they're doing behind the scenes shouldn't be part of their job as musicians, and therefore we're intruding in their privacy... Or aren't we?

Or maybe it's more nuanced than that: maybe the content they release on dvd/on their official channels is part of their job as entertainers, and it's been approved, and it's a small window THEY are granting us.

You know what's the REAL invasion of privacy and what REALLY invalidates someone autonomy? When you, who maybe aren't even paying to see that content (which is something I understand, like, dude, I'm not covered in money either), DEMAND what kind of behind the scenes content you want when I swear ABSOLUTELY NO ONE has asked you. Once again: you don't like it? You think it's some huge invasion of privacy? Don't buy it. Don't interact with it. Convince your friends to do the same. For all I care, just go and petition to boycott this kind of content. I know you won't do it, because... That's the thing, isn't it? It's not the invasion of privacy that bothers these people.

Y'all aren't mad because we get into their business or else you would have gotten real mad when we were privy to REAL private moments like people crying their hearts out.

No, no. Y'all are mad because it's "shipping content" and "fanservice" which apparently bothers you because it lacks authenticity.

Pick a side, lovelies: either you DON'T want to invade their privacy, and thus all the content they release should be focused on what fans want to see, or you WANT to know how they interact TRULY in private.

And here's the catch: "shipping content" can be anything. Shipping existed WAAAAAYYY before the word for it was invented, same way with fanfictions. Shipping means, literally, "seeing two (or more) people interact and thinking they would make a good romantic pair". That's it. That's quite literally it. Everything else is just some nuance of the concept of shipping, but at its core, it's nearly impossible to ban all shipping content when it's a group of seven people, because they should for real go in social distancing mode to do so. Most people who have parasocial relationships tend to have "ships" whether they know it or not, because we've all, at least once, looked at a dynamic from the outside and thought "oh man they look cute together". So, even if, o dear ones, your wishes were granted... What the hell do you mean by "shipping" content? Should they just film solo clips, avoiding talking about the other members? But wouldn't that be fanservice, since it's focused on pleasing the fans? (Which, ultimately, is what fanservice MEANS, and I hate to break it to y'all but the whole concept behind entertainment and thus all the content BTS releases it's... For the fans. Like, they're not going out of their way to just meet our expectations but they're certainly doing fanservice by the mere act of releasing bonus content.)

But it's not even quite that, is it? Because no one bats an eye if it's Tae kissing Nj's cheek. I've seen no hashtag against everyone - and I mean literally every one of them - wolf whistling at Nj. It's okay to show intimacy... Because they're bandmates and it's okay to be close to someone who you see basically 24/7, I hear you. And it's also okay when people see that and gush over that closeness, because it's such a nice thing to see.

Soooooo... We've got to free JK from whom exactly? From what?

Are y'all mad cause people pointed out there's very little way a bruise that stayed for a whole ass night could be a quick bite? Because that doesn't harm jk, at most makes fun of him and jimin and their poor excuses (seriously, guys, next time consider using mosquitoes or "I was doing stuff". It'll be equally embarrassing but at least the meme will be funny), and it's literally... A fair observation. Like. It's a hickey, people are gonna make jokes about seeing a hickey and poor excuses of covering it up in the exact same way they're gonna make jokes over jimin falling out of chairs. And yeah, a hickey is AT LEAST something that happens in a sensual context. Like, I could understand "people who are extremely familiar with each other will have different body language/touch in areas where usually you wouldn't see friends touching each other", but that's not. Not a hand on the thigh. It's a hickey on the neck. I don't even know a more stereotypical placing for a hickey. But once again, are y'all mad because someone is pointing it out? Because that's not being delulu or even being a shipper, really, it's just commenting on something that was approved to be shown and discussed in something that was released BY THEM.

Are y'all mad at hybe for showing something that literally fell onto their hands? Cause like, unless someone (I'm counting on Jimin, since as we know Jungkook was busy spinning him round and round and had both his hands busy) called at hybe headquarters to say "yo bang pd substitute, is it okay if I give my friend jk here a hickey? Cause he's being really annoying rn and he has to pay", I highly doubt anyone expected Jungkook to come to rehearsal all neatly marked up. Or idk, maybe someone at hybe asked them "we need Jungkook to come in with a hickey but refuse to say it's a hickey, so that fans will feel reeeeally served." That sounds perfectly plausible too. Or a good marketing strategy.

Now, if you're a big company and your objective is to have some footage of the rehearsals for a concert, and the fandom is too good at noticing stuff for their own good, and one of your artists comes in with a very visible mark, and he and his bff bropal4lyfe come n with a story about how they were playing and a bite happened, you've got three choices: 1. Cut the artist out of aaaaalll the footage. Someone would have noticed the "bite mark" anyway, you best believe that. If you don't want anyone to notice it, you gotta cut him in most of the footage where it's visible. 2. Keep the hickey, discard the explanations. You could do that, but also it would feel a lot more unfaithful to everyone involved. Also they clearly worked their ass off to invent an explanation, come on! They truly tried to do their best inventing something that was not "it's a mosquito bite", they should get some credit! 3. Keep the bite, keep the explanation.

Notice how none of these solutions include the biting never happening because... They couldn't prevent it? The only thing they have any control over is how they're framing each "accident". And that's not an easy job.

I applaud you, people on the editing team.

So... On whom should we cast the blame now? Ah, yes, I think it's finally time for the ultimate scapegoat of this fandom: Jimin. Which is funny, cause... You know... If this were really about privacy, or being "victims" of shipping... This should be about freeing him too, you know? But obviously Jimin does it for attention, while Jungkook, poor angel that he is, doesn't even know what shipping is.

Furthermore, don't we all know how much Jimin imposes himself in Jungkook's life? To the point where he, multimillionaire man feels compelled to share a car with Jimin even if they're both late in the process. And can't you see how uncomfortable he is, draping himself over Jimin, making Jimin drap himself over him?

Oh lordy, truly such an awful eight years Jungkook spent, choosing to have vacations with someone who made him uncomfortable, spending free time with him, even having to suck his ear in public to the point you can see his saliva just because Jimin was sad :( truly an all-around bad time for Jungkook, as evidenced by alllll those times when he said Jimin was pretty, cute, and all-around knowing every little thing about Jimin. I absolutely concur, the dude would be so much more happy if jimin was not in his life.

Did that sound weird and absolutely ridiculous and a really absurd joke? Because that's what y'all sound like to me. Like. Jungkook is out there living his best life, getting hickeys and showered in affection and y'all paint him as a fucking martyr??? I'm sure he's really truly desperate that Jimin holds him in such high regards 😭😭😭 I can see him suffering whenever he starts doing his own serendipity rendition 😭😭 and when he claimed you are me, I am you as his and Jimin's only 😭😭😭 I cannot believe this poor baby 😭😭😭

I've reached a point where every time I hear this stuff I laugh because the levels of twisting reality when it comes to jikook are extraordinary, Jungkook will have a literally blissed out face and people will cry in outrage.

But coming back to my point: let's pretend you're not mad at Jimin and the possibility that jikook are dating: are y'all mad... At the hickey? Because at this point it seems like the only feasible solution. And if you are, do not worry: I'm sure Jungkook's skin was throughly healed by his boo. A kiss soothes even the worst pain, doesn't it?

[hopefulobjectmiracle]

A quick analysis of the puppy scene in 3x15, because my OTP is perfect.

This is honestly just a whole lot of gushing and flailing, tbh. Because Kurt and Blaine and their relationship are wonderful and I love them so, so much. So much so that I can write paragraphs on a scene that is barely one minute long. 

This somehow ended up being much longer than I intended, oops. Hope you enjoy it :)

We start off this scene with Blaine alone at his locker, presumably putting away his belongings from his last class, and you can still see Kurt’s ‘Gay-diddy-gay-gay-gay’ class council election poster on the inside of Blaine’s locker, even months after Kurt lost the election. But Blaine still keeps it up, because he loves Kurt, and if he had it his way, Kurt would win everything. Awww. He appears to be deep in thought, and when Kurt hides behind Blaine’s locker, speaking in the world’s most adorably terrible British accent, it startles Blaine for a second.

And man, does that make me sad. This is a kid that has been bullied, undoubtedly shoved into lockers and pushed here and there just like Kurt was. He hears an unfamiliar voice and immediately flinches back in fear, expecting the worst. 

But it isn’t the worst - it’s the best. Because it’s Kurt, the person Blaine loves more than anything, hiding behind the locker, and it’s Kurt speaking in that cute-ass accent holding a stuffed puppy in front of his face. 

(Side note - I once read that Chris Colfer improvised the dialogue and accent of this scene, as well as coming up with the name for the puppy, which totally checks out since Chris is a huge Anglophile.)

And as soon as Blaine recognizes his boyfriend, his face breaks out into the sunniest smile, and he does his signature “Kurt-made-me-laugh” move, the blushy head-duck (see here for reference). 

Kurt also looks similarly delighted to see Blaine, because Blaine is lovely and Kurt loves him so, so much, and because he’s also excited to show Blaine the gift he got him and help Blaine out with his problems. Kurt really loves Blaine, y’all. He looks so damn proud of the stuffed animal he got for him and equally proud of his own ability to make Blaine laugh with his clever puns. 

Kurt goes on to explain that Finn won the stuffed puppy while out at the amusement park for Senior Skip Day, along with thirteen others for Rachel, and as soon as he says this, Blaine nods along as if to say - oh, of course, that Rachel - because Blaine is considerate as hell and knows his friends very well. And in honest-to-god Kurt fashion, bb stole the puppy from his brother, because Kurt is the definition of Be Gay, Do Crime, and he also recognizes that Rachel does not need 14 different stuffed animals. 

He pouts a little right then, telling Blaine that he wanted to give it to him so that Blaine would have something, since Kurt wasn’t able to convince Blaine to go with them on the field trip. I wonder how that conversation went. 

Also, pouty Kurt is fucking adorable. Protect him at all costs.

Blaine is melancholy again, telling Kurt that he would have just brought the mood down for the group. And when Blaine says this? Kurt stops beating around the bush and gets straight to the point. 

Sweetly stroking the stuffed puppy, Kurt tells Blaine that he understands him. That he gets that family problems are hard, because they’re hard for him too. He uses himself as an example to try and get his point across to Blaine more effectively, and mentions that he and Finn disagree on nearly everything, but at the end of the day, they love one another and are always there for one another despite their differences. 

I’m also getting so many brotherly Furt feelings from Kurt referring to Finn as “the big lug” and talking about how much he loves him. Ugh. I also cry at the line where Kurt tells Blaine that he only has one brother and shouldn’t give up on that, given what happens to Finn. I wish we’d gotten more of that relationship in canon before Cory’s untimely passing, because they clearly had so much love for one another, both on-screen and off.

Anyway, Kurt sees the love he has with his brother and wants Blaine to be able to experience the same thing, because he loves Blaine so, so much and he thinks that Blaine deserves everything great in this world. He also brings back the cute-ass accent, and upon seeing Blaine look upset, bumps Margaret Thatcher Dog against Blaine’s cheek to get him to smile again - which Blaine absolutely does; his face is bright and sunny again because of Kurt’s silliness. Awww. 

Kurt tells Blaine never to give up, and Blaine indignantly responds that Cooper is the one who is leaving for a big audition. Kurt pauses, and tells Blaine that Cooper hasn’t actually left him yet. He says that Cooper is waiting in the auditorium, hoping that Blaine will come and talk to him and make things right. This line very strongly implies that Kurt and Cooper coordinated this, and that Kurt made an effort of talking to Cooper to try and arrange a meeting with Blaine - because in a matter of mere days, Kurt was able to glean how important their relationship was to Blaine and wanted to do everything he could to fix it. Give him all the boyfriend awards, folks.

I’m kidding. Please don’t start the Better Boyfriend Olympics again, lol.

Blaine huffs out that talking doesn’t actually work with Cooper, and that he’s tried it to no avail. And Kurt just nods knowingly, as if he was aware that Blaine would say that. And though it isn’t explicitly mentioned, I bet he did know. He then goes on to say that perhaps talking isn’t the best answer for Blaine. Maybe there’s something else, a better method of communicating his feelings that would work more for Blaine. 

Okay. You know what this reminds me of? Flash back a year, to Silly Love Songs. This is (perhaps unintentionally) a direct callback to 2x12. Back when Blaine was still crushing on someone who is not Kurt, he said this to the Warblers about his idea to serenade Jeremiah. 

Blaine (2011): I'm not really good at talking about my feelings. I'm much better at singing them.

And here are Kurt’s words, from more than a year later. 

Kurt (2012): Maybe talking is not the answer. Maybe you need to show him how you really feel in the best, most honest way you know how. 

Can I just stop right here and squeal a little bit? Because Kurt knows his boyfriend so, so well. He remembers the things that Blaine tells him, even things from over a year ago. He holds onto this key piece of information about Blaine, because Blaine is important to him and the things he tells Kurt are worth remembering. And here, in this scene, he puts his memory to good use to try and remind Blaine of his most effective and heartfelt form of communication so that he can help Blaine mend fences with his brother. 

GIVE HIM THE BOYFRIEND AWARDS, FOLKS!

Kurt is so, supportive of Blaine and just wants the best for him, and it just boggles my mind when people claim that Kurt didn’t love Blaine as much as Blaine loved him, because from even short simple scenes like this one, anyone can tell that it isn’t true. 

After listening to Kurt, Blaine stops, and for the first time, genuinely considers it. Prior to this, all of Cooper’s attempts at talking couldn’t get through to him. Blaine still felt the jealousy and resentment from all those years growing up. But after hearing Kurt’s advice, he puts that aside and realizes that some things, like family, are more important, and so he makes that decision to go see his brother and try and express his feelings in a different way. 

Blaine turns to go meet Cooper, and Kurt watches him go, looking so damn proud of his boyfriend and so, so hopeful...

Y’all know what happens next. Blaine and Cooper, a pair of brothers, sing a breakup song. Yet somehow, it works. Singing manages to communicate all of those emotions that were suppressed before, and opens the doors for real conversation between the two of them. They do successfully patch things up, with Cooper finally recognizing Blaine’s talent and Blaine trying to support Cooper in future endeavors. They are on a path to a close relationship, which is all both of them had ever really wanted in the first place. 

And if not for Kurt’s advice, this may not have happened. Y’all heard that right - Kurt Hummel helped Blaine patch things up with a member of his family because he knew how important it was to Blaine, and he knew how badly Blaine wanted this even if Blaine didn’t let it show. From all the bits and pieces of information we’ve gathered over the years about Blaine’s family, they don’t appear to be all that close, which is why it’s even more important for Blaine that he is able to reconcile with his brother.

(For more of my thoughts on Blaine’s family, feel free to check out this analysis of mine. Yeah, this is a shameless self promo. Deal with it.)

So...what was the point of this analysis? I’m not quite sure. I suppose I just had a lot of feelings about Blaine, Klaine, family, and the way that Kurt shows love. Like I’ve said millions of times, just because Kurt is more subtle in the way that he shows love to Blaine, doesn’t mean that it’s any less powerful. Scenes like this, in which he handpicks Blaine’s own words and uses them to push Blaine towards something he was too afraid to admit he really wanted? Kurt helping reconcile Blaine with his family? This is Klaine at its best, and scenes like this are why I will always, always ship this couple. 

Kurt and Blaine are incredible, y’all. 

Peace. 

[kiribaku-queen]

Let’s gooo! How about Oikawa x reader, but it’s a secret relationship (married) because she’s a trainer alongside Iwa, but she starts getting shipped with Iwa and pictures of them hugging show up... Basically Oikawa isn’t stupid, he KNOWS they aren’t doing anything behind his back but he does get jealous. So roll around to the Olympics and Iwa and reader are being asked about their relationship and bam Oikawas had enough so he comes over, kisses her and is like this is MY wife so fuck off and stop shipping her with my BESTFRIEND HAHAH

She’s Mine

Pairing: Oikawa x reader

Fluff

Word count: 2.6K

A/N: Thank you for being the first requester ever! I hope this is to your liking. I was actually worried that it wouldn’t be long enough but it actually turned out longer than I was expecting! I tried to make it funny and add Oikawa’s personality to give it that flavour. I’d love to know what you think about it anon! Thank you for your support! <3

“One touch!”

“Chance ball!”

“Get it over!”

The gym was loud with calls from their teammates, every player wanting to play their best even if it was just a practice game. You watched from the bleaches, eyes shining with admiration when you watch a certain brown haired boy spike, earning his team a point.

“Yes!” he cheered for himself and then turned to face you. “(y/n) did you see that?! That was for you baby!” he shouted, making the rest of his teammates laugh and you all red and embarrassed. You just signaled a thumbs up and let them continue with their practice game. You didn’t want to interfere, no matter how much your husband was already interfering.

“Oi, Oikawa! Focus on the game, not your wife! You can do that after!” Iwaizumi scolded him. Oikawa waved him off, his attention back on the game.

“This guy…” Iwa said under his breath. You giggled to yourself and looked at the clipboard in front of you. You were still learning how to effectively position people so that they can play their best against their opponent. And Iwa was there to help you. You guess who could say you were his assistant coach. But it was hard trying to stay professional while your husband is on the team you are coaching.

It was no surprise to the team that you guys were married. Your wedding pictures with them in the background drunk was proof enough. But you had to keep your marriage secret from the rest of the world. And this was purely based on your decision. Oikawa has always been popular, ever since high school. When he became pro, he gained even more followers. You saw it first hand. Some fans could be really obsessive and scary. Though, you knew that most fans would be supportive of you two, but you really didn’t want to risk it. You weren’t scared that they were going to come after you. Actually, you have been preparing for it ever since you got together in case you got exposed early on in your relationship. You didn’t want his fans to freak out and then he would lose his popularity over it. You were so scared that it would permanently damage his career. So you both kept it a secret. For now, at least.

“Good work today!” Iwa shouted. The boys immediately fell to the floor, exhausted. But your hubby didn’t do that. Instead, he ran up to you as soon as he finished practice to embrace you in the tightest hug.

“Babe!” you laughed and tried pushing him away. You pushing away only made him hug you tighter. And since you were trying to run away from him, he added in a few smooches just for fun.

“Okay, okay,” Iwa tugged on Oikawa’s collar to pull him away from you. “You can hug your wife later. Go clean up.” He ordered. With a pout, he left but never failed to look back at you and give you kissy faces. You were also cleaning up, putting the volleyballs away and packing up your things in your duffle bag.

“(y/n),” Iwa called to you and to ran up to him immediately. “What do you think about this line up for the game this weekend?” he asked you. You got close to look at the plan he laid out. As you and Iwa were discussing, a photographer snuck into the private gym and hid in the stands.

“Shit, looks like practice is over,” he cursed to himself. How was he going to get a good scoop now? He looked around the gym. None of the players were around. Just the coaches and maybe a few other irrelevant people. He wanted an exclusive showing how practice was going for the big team, but now he never going to get a good picture in if no one was here. The photographer was about to leave, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw you standing next to the team’s coach. You were wearing the team’s colors and outfit. So you had to be a coach if you were standing close to coach Iwaizumi. You were standing a little too close. And you two were laughing. And play fighting? And flirting? The photographer smirked.

“Now this could be a story,” he said as he snapped a few shots of you and Iwa together. Then he made his way out of the gym, looking at the freshly took pictures for his story.

“Honey!” Oikawa came running with his bag hanging loosely over his shoulder. You ran towards him, meeting halfway and you jumped into his arms. “Ready to go home?”

“Mhm!” you hummed, placing a kiss on his lips. He kissed with equal force, if not harder, and gently set you back down on the ground.

“Still up for lunch tomorrow?” Oikawa turned to his best friend.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll meet you guys there,” he said. Oikawa then wrapped his arm around your waist and held you close.

“Let’s go,” he told you. You looked back at Iwa as you left the gym.

“See you later, Iwa-chan!” you waved at him.

“Mhm, good work today!” he yelled back. He wouldn’t have to yell if Oikawa hadn’t kept you from continuously walking away, further and further from him. But Oikawa was always one to be touchy and protective so it was nothing new. And he was trying to be as lovey-dovey as he could because once they were out in public, absolutely no touching.

The next day, lunch rolls around and Iwaizumi is already waiting for you two at the restaurant you picked out.

“You’re late,” Iwa stated. You sat down, apologizing profusely while your husband just laughs it off.

“Sorry! Someone was in the bathroom too long,” you glared at the man beside you. He scoffed and pointed an accusing finger at you.

“I was ready before you! I was waiting so long, by the time you got out of the bathroom, I had to take a shit,” Oikawa explained himself.

“Well you should have just held it in!”

“I can’t hold my shits in!”

“Well I can!”

“That is so unhealthy,” Iwa chimed in, shaking his head in disappointment. “Why are we even having this conversation?”

“She started it,” Oikawa breathed but oh, you could hear it. And you were about to retort back if it wasn’t for Iwa to stop another oncoming argument.

“Okay, okay. Let’s just order. I’m starving,” Iwa stated, looking over the menu. It took the guys a few minutes to figure out what they wanted but you were stuck on two options. Glancing around the room, you saw another table that had the same order you wanted and boy did it look delicious. The only problem? The portion was gigantic. There was no way you were going to finish all that. So you did what any girlfriend would do.

“Babe, can you share with me?” you asked Oikawa, giving him a pouty face.

“Mm, but I’ll still be hungry later,” he said, giving you an apologetic look.

“But it’s too much food!” you stated, trying to reason with him. If they had a half portion, you would definitely take that. But unfortunately, there was no such thing.

“I’ll eat your leftovers, how about that?” he compromised, making you equally as happy.

“Tank you,” you said in the cutest baby voice that you know he loves. He gushes at how cute you are.

“Anything for you, my love,” he says back in an equally cute tone and touched noses with you. Iwaizumi is just watching this all unfold in front of him. And to think they were just arguing a second ago. He pretends to have a disgusted look on his face but on the inside, he’s happy that you two found each other. Of course, he’s never going to admit that and never will he ever mention it…. EVER.

Time flies when you’re with your two best friends. You guys could talk about everything and anything, arguing back and forth, making fun of each other, having deep talks, you do it all. Sometimes its hard to believe that you guys work together and it makes you cringe how professional you have to be with each other because you’re not used to it at all. You’re already finished with your food because you couldn’t even stomach all that. Now, you were just waiting on the boys to finish up. Especially, Oikawa since he also had to each your leftovers.

“I’ll be back. I’m gonna wash my hands real quick,” Oikawa announces and heads for the men’s room. You and Iwa were left at the table together. You lean your elbows on the table and rest your chin in your hands.

“You think we’re gonna win tomorrow?” you asked Iwa. He’s much more knowledgeable that you were after all.

“Even if we don’t, it’s no big deal. But I want you to take charge tomorrow so you can get the feel and practice,” he explained. You internally, and maybe externally, groaned. You didn’t feel like you were ready and now all the pressure was going to get to your head. “So if we lose tomorrow, it’s all your fault.”

“Iwa!” you smacked his hand across the table. He kept poking fun and laughing at you, loving the reactions you were giving him. If no one knew you guys, they’d think you were dating. And that’s exactly what Mr. Photographer was thinking.

He had just arrived at the restaurant you guys were eating at, watching from behind a few trees with a big camera in hand. You were laughing at something Iwaizumi had said, earning him a few, nice shots. The photographer made sure to get the food presented on the table, as well as a few cute snaps of you two play fighting, laughing and smiling with each other. He was going to wait around longer, in case you two kissed, but he was too eager to write this new news story that he left when he got enough pictures of you two. When the photographer left, Oikawa came back to pay the check and you were on your way out.

 It’s the morning of the game and you were fixing up some coffee while Oikawa sat at the dining table, eating the breakfast that you prepared for him. Both of you were minding your own business; you jamming out and singing to your music and your husband reading the news on his phone. Everything was in the ordinary until Oikawa spotted an article that made him do a double take.

[BREAKING] Coach Iwaizumi and Assistant (y/n) Dating!!!

“Honey?” he calls out for you in a questioning tone, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing you. You go over to him, coffee in hand and hug him from behind with your chin resting on his shoulder.

“What is it, love?” you ask and take a sip of your coffee.

“Look at this,” he says and brings his phone up so you can see it as clear as day. “You and Iwa? Dating?! And look at these pictures. What are these?!” You take a closer look and its definitely you and Iwaizumi. But the first picture was from the other day when you were going over positioning. And then the other picture was from yesterday at lunch. Out of context, you guys did look close and lovey-dovey… but it was all false. The more Oikawa looked at these pictures, the more irritated and jealous he got. For heavens sake, he was there both times! And that dumb paparazzi couldn’t see that you and him were together?

“Babe, looks like I’m dating your best friend now,” you laugh but Oikawa didn’t find it funny. He had a big, old pout sitting on his lips and seeing that? You knew it was going to be drama, drama, drama all day.

“Baby, don’t pout. It’s all just rumors. I love you and only you,” you try to cheer him up by giving him as many cheek kisses as you could. Your husband loved that but it didn’t make him feel any better. He should be the one in that article title not Iwa-chan.  “It is kind of funny though, I’ll have to let Iwa know later.” You laugh it off and go back to the kitchen. Oikawa laughs too but it was fake and forceful. The moment you went back to the kitchen, his smile drops and a frown is immediately replaced.

It was right before the game and the boys were warming up on the court. The whole ride there, Oikawa was silent. He was acting like a child but you were used to it already that you paid him no mind. You knew he was just going to let it all out during the game. You were standing next to Iwaizumi, watching them practice their spikes. But let’s be honest, you were looking at your dashing husband the whole time. When you got to the venue, you immediately told Iwa the news but he wasn’t surprised because he had already seen it. You both had a good laugh over it and dismissed it. Because what was there to discuss? The whole news was just ridiculous with no proof as backup.

“(y/n),” Iwa came up to you with a clipboard in hand. “Did you-” but before he could finish that sentence, you were both rudely interrupted by a lady shoving a microphone and camera in your face.

“Iwaizumi, (y/n), do you have time for a quick interview?” she asks you. You look up at Iwa because you weren’t used to the sudden aggression. He felt how awkward you were and was the one to speak for the both of you.

“What is it about?”

“You guys look really good together. Is it true that you are both dating?” she asks and shoves the big microphone right in your face.

“No,” Iwa butts in, giving the interviewer and the camera an unamused face.

While Oikawa was focusing on his spikes, he panned over to you just so he could see you. But what he was left a bad taste in his mouth. Interviewers were all in your face. You had a painstakingly uncomfortable expression on your face and he was so tempted to just storm over there and take you away. But professionalism. Remember that. He’s trying so hard to focus back on the warmups but his ears are listening in on your interview.

His ears perk up when he hears that you and his best friend look good together. He looks back in your direction and you were being peer pressured into telling the truth and just being bombarded with unnecessary questions. That’s it. He’s had it. You were his and no one else’s.

“Come on, (y/n). Give us a statement,” the interviewer was coming into you.

“Uhm,” you felt yourself literally backing up. The answer was said to them multiple times but they kept pushing and pushing. It started to get suffocating. And no matter how many times Iwa tried to calm down the situation, it felt like it was just getting worse. All that seemed to disappear when a hand grabs your waist from behind, spins you around and a pair of lips gently cover yours. Your eyes widen in surprise as you see Oikawa passionately kissing you. In public. And on the big screen. A wave of gasps spread throughout the venue and even the interviewer was in shock. When he lets go, you are just all around flustered and Iwa is standing on the side rolling his eyes.

“Please stop pressuring MY WIFE. And please stop shipping her with my dear friend because she’s mine,” Oikawa said to the lady and straight at the camera with a polite smile but threatening eyes.

“And you!” Oikawa dramatically points at his friend and sticks up both middle fingers. “She’s mine so you can fuck off!”

“I don’t even want her, dumbass,” Iwa informs him of the obvious. Oikawa walks off with your hand in his, proud to finally let the world know that you were his and his alone.