#I automatically feel good after listening to one of his videos

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pass the happy! 💛 When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications!

Hi anon!

Thank you for the sweet message!

Among the things that make me happy are :

being close to God (lately I've been feeling really relaxed after listening to Surah Ali-Imran)

enjoying the cool summer breeze on the mountains of my hometown

being surrounded by flowers and greenery

historical lessons / lectures (esp Dr. Ragheb Sergani)

enjoying a warm, hearty bowl of pumpkin soup on a cold day

[certaimromance]

𝜗𝜚 Cradle Song.

Spencer Reid x Pregnant!reader

Summary: The situation is complicated when Spencer is trapped in a lab with anthrax and worried about communicating with you and his future child one last time.

Words: 2,4k.

TW: mentions of death, therapy. spoilers for s4 e24 ("amplification"). anthrax. established relationship. angst with a open ending. implication that the baby is a girl. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: I've seen a lot of sad videos of Spencer with kids, so I had to do this to calm my brain. It's dramatic, but if you've read me before, you know how I am (an extra dramatic and a little cruel girl).

Update: I wrote this after posting my first two one shots here (several months ago), and now I just found the uncorrected text and decided to improve it for posting lol for you to mentally decide if it's a happy or sad ending, because I could never write one that I really liked.

♡ Enjoy! ♡

Your phone rang somewhere in the room, but you had no idea where. In the distance, you could hear the classical symphony by Johannes Brahms that your boyfriend had chosen especially for you, with the excuse that it would calm you and the baby every time it played.

Unfortunately, this time it wasn't helping to calm you down.

After tossing and turning around the room several times, you sat up in bed, completely exhausted and hopeless. That's when you felt the noise nearby and realized that the phone under your pillow was vibrating nonstop. You were about to snort with stress from being so distracted lately, but an automatic smile appeared on your face when you saw that it was a call from Spencer. You hadn't heard from him in several hours, the last being his usual call to wish you a good morning every time he was away on a case.

“I think I'd lose my head if I didn't have it attached to my neck.” Was the first thing you said as you tried to tuck your pillow behind your neck to make yourself more comfortable.

“You've lost your phone again.” You heard him let out a small, weak laugh, followed by a cough that caught your attention and made you frown. “Sorry, I got stuck.” He quickly excused himself.

“Are you okay?”

In response to your question, he looked around the lab where he was confined, focusing on the broken vial of anthrax on the floor that had caused all his problems so far. Reid didn't know how to explain that an ordinary case had turned into a national problem that was taking over his life and future moments with you with every passing second.

And he certainly knew even less how to tell you that this would probably be the last time you would hear from him if the team didn't find a cure soon.

“I'm fine.” He lied immediately, feeling his breathing getting harder and harder. “Really, love.” He tried to reassure you, but he lost his balance and leaned heavily on the counter, his free hand gripping it hard enough to turn his knuckles white.

All you had to do was hear him call you that and your whole world would light up, you could even feel the baby in your belly kicking at the sound of his voice. You smiled as you realized that you were both happy to hear from Spencer after not seeing him for most of the day due to the demands of his job.

Although you've never said it out loud for fear of making him feel guilty, you miss him excessively, and you're always trying to multitask and be productive, so you don't think as much about how much you need him by your side. Especially when dinner time comes and his seat next to you is empty, or when night comes and his side of the bed is cold.

Perhaps it was the pregnancy hormones, but you seemed to have a stronger need for him than ever.

“And how did you feel today? How are my girls? Did she kick a lot today?” The usual questions he asked you every time he was on a long case began to appear. “I need to hear everything.”

“She just kicks a lot when she listens to you and you know it.” You replied, stroking your belly out of laziness. “She’s definitely a daddy's little princess.”

The lump in his throat and all of his fears became more intense and uncontrollable. The tears he had tried to keep from escaping to stay strong and focused began to flow unchecked down his cheeks. Hearing you talk like that, knowing it might be the last time, was killing him much faster than the anthrax itself.

“And what are you doing? All your agent stuff?” You spoke again at his silence, trying to ignore the bad feeling something was giving you. “Are you coming home soon?”

“I don't think that's possible, love.” He replied quickly, his voice hoarse and raspy, the lie slipping from his lips almost too easily. “I'm doing some paperwork, it'll take some time.”

It was the second time he had called you by that nickname in just a few minutes. Something seemed a little off, as he only used it when he wanted to calm you down. You knew him too well to miss it.

“Oh, okay.” You said it in a way that showed you were a little disappointed.

Spencer was about to try to comfort you when he suddenly felt the cough return to his throat and he put a hand over his mouth to stop it. It was no use, the cough shook his whole body, spinning him around and making him pant in between. He tried to cover the phone with his hand so that the sounds coming out of his mouth would not be heard, but it was useless. The hacking cough seemed to tear at his lungs, leaving him breathless, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes, and he could only hope you didn't hear it, because the last thing he wanted to do was worry you. He knew it would hurt you and the baby.

“Are you sure you're okay? Maybe you should drink some water. It sounds pretty bad.”

He tried to answer you right away, but the cough took over and prevented him from speaking. He gripped the phone tightly, struggling to breathe, trying to force his lungs to stop spasming. And when he finally stopped coughing, he managed to speak, his voice cracking and rather hoarse.

“Yes, I'm fine. It's probably just a cold.” He lied again, breathing shakily. “But it’s nothing so bad.”

“Take care of yourself, don't let it get worse.”

If only you knew that there was no way to make it worse, that it was already at its worst point and unlikely to improve.

“I will, don't worry.” He tries to sound convincing, but his voice comes out rough and raw, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from coughing again. “Just focus on you and the baby, okay? I'll be fine.”

He spoke again so quickly that it was difficult to think of an appropriate response.

“Could you do something for me, love?”

“Of course, I'll do whatever you need.” You reply, feeling a little perplexed by the urgency in his voice.

There was a long, awkward silence after you answered, and you could feel your mind racing with worst-case scenarios. You had a feeling that Spencer was holding something back from you, and the thought of what it could be made your left leg start to twitch nervously. You didn't even bother trying to make yourself more comfortable in bed.

“Go to my part of the closet, to the top drawer. Open it and take out a box next to the socks.” Finally he spoke and began to give you instructions, which you followed as best you could. “Let me know when you have it, carefully. Don't rush or-”

“I've already got it.” You interjected.

“That was quick.” You heard the surprise in his voice as you looked at the box, curious to know what was inside, after having seen it several times and thinking it was just more socks.

You smiled before speaking again. “What should I do with this, love?”

The mere word coming out of your mouth made him tremble.

Love. Love. Love.

He was your love and you were his. He refused to accept that this would be completely shattered in a matter of minutes if he could not find a way to keep his eyes open and his heart still pumping blood.

“I need you to open it, but be careful. Take your time and don't rush. Don't make any sudden movements.” He said, trying to relax so that when he spoke again his voice would be calmer, softer. “And once you open it, I want you to imagine that I'm there with you, okay?”

You couldn't help but open the box quickly, even though you were careful. You were surprised to find a bunch of envelopes and papers inside. You left them on the bed, wondering what they were about. It had been five months since you knew you were pregnant, and all the envelopes and papers were the same age according to the dates in the top corner.

“Have you seen it yet?” Spencer asked.

“I'm sorry, I don't understand, could you explain what this is?” You asked, carefully running your hand through the neatly organized papers on the bed.

“Could you close your eyes and imagine I'm with you, like I told you before?” He asked, trying to keep a neutral tone as you complied with his request.

He needed you to see him there with you, he needed to say goodbye and at least touch you one last time.

“That's what I'm doing. I'm holding your hand right now.” You said with a small smile, feeling the warmth.

It was like feeling an automatic medicine with your name on it flow through his system and relieve a few aches and pains. His hands stopped shaking automatically as he imagined himself holding yours again.

“Okay…they are notes and letters.” His voice was soft, the intensity of his heartbeat gradually increasing as he remembered each time he wrote those words to you. “I started writing them when we found out you were pregnant. They're for our baby.”

He still remembered the day he found out you were expecting a baby, his baby. He recalled how he felt his whole world stop and turn a different color, his hand sliding down to your stomach, and his breath hitching in his chest as he held your face in his hands and kissed you lovingly, overwhelmed with joy and so in love that he hadn't known what to do with his own feelings.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I...I found myself writing frequently and my therapist said it was fine…I was inspired to write about my feelings for you and our baby."

From the moment he revealed to you that he had resumed therapy with the goal of healing the wounds of childhood and becoming the father he never had, it was clear that his dedication surpassed any commitment. Now you just added to the list of reasons why he was already an exemplary father, one that any child would be lucky to have.

“Spencer, this is so sweet.” You said, completely moved and on the verge of tears, as you noticed all the dedication I had put into each and every piece of paper. “Why didn't you tell me this before?”

He felt like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on him at that moment. It was so hard to explain, to tell you that every thought and every dream he'd ever had included you and the baby now growing in your belly, and his great fear of not being able to be there for you someday.

“I-” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling a bit overwhelmed. “I just wanted you to know now how much you mean to me and how blessed I am that you gave this to me. I've spent the last few months trying to even talk to some kind of God, and I don't even know if exist...” He swallowed hard and closed his eyes, the words lost somewhere in his throat, making it burn and hurt. “I just...I need the baby to know what you and her mean to me, how I see you, how I feel when I wake up next to you. What I want, what I dream for her, what...”

I want to marry you.

The thought almost escaped his lips, his aching heart pounding hard against his aching chest. He felt as if a pair of strong hands were strangling him.

“I don't understand...Tell me what's going on.” You interrupted him with a shaking voice, knowing that there was definitely something more to all of this.

Oh, how you know him and his big, messy, troubled brain.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, though you couldn't see it, knowing that you already read him like an open book.

“Nothing...Nothing's wrong, love, just...” He tried to breathe deeply through the phone, his heart pounding in his chest and his mind racing too fast. “I love you so much. Don't forget that, okay?”

“Spencer-”

He always loved your voice calling his name, and now, in his weak, tired, fearful state, he couldn't stop the words from pouring out of his mouth.

“I want you to know that you'll be okay, that she'll be okay, that everything will be okay, and that I love you. I love you both very much. Please, please...” He kept going. He knew he was babbling, but he couldn't stop. His mind was racing, and his words came out like a confession.

He was an expert profiler, a genius with an eidetic memory and a sharp mind, but at that moment, with his body weakened and his head spinning, he found himself unable to contain himself. He was exposed, open, and experiencing discomfort. All of the things he wanted to tell you, all of the questions he wanted to ask, and all of the concerns, worries, and thoughts in his mind came pouring out, like a dam breaking. He sensed that you could feel it through the line, and he realized that he could no longer deny it any longer.

“I love you. I have to go now.”

“Wait.”

You had a feeling something wasn't quite right, and those letters seemed to confirm your suspicions. They were a precautionary measure, a way of ensuring that everything would be taken care of in case something happened to him.

“I have to go, I'm...I'm busy, love.” He tried to sound convincing, and he knew he was failing miserably, but if he stayed a moment longer, he would continue to talk and confess more. “I love you both.”

“We love you too.”

If he wasn't already weak and trembling, hearing your voice telling him that you loved him, in that soft tone, would have made him fall to the floor again. He closed his eyes again and leaned against the wall, his own trembling hand going to cover his mouth so he wouldn't say more, because he would tell you everything if you kept talking in that sweet tone.

He wasn't ready to say goodbye.

So it was that he thought of you and your kind way of loving him before he felt his head hit the floor and his eyes close.

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I CAME HOME LATE — Terry Richmond [September Prompts] 🩶

A/N: listen…I’ve been wanted to write for this man since he was Mid-sized Sedan 😆 but he definitely wasn’t being talked about enough then. This isn’t anything big but I’m here to feed the tag a little with this thing so I hope you enjoy it!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using: ²¹⁾ steaming cups of sake + ²²⁾ an airport terminal at midnight.

WARNINGS: language and some angst?

<- check out my previous anthology prompt here.

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Being a night owl wasn’t foreign for you.

You were born when the twilight hit the evening sky and your mother always had a hard time getting you down for the night as a baby. For as long as Terry’s known you—since high school—it was no surprise to learn that night shifts were where you thrived best.

He’s at the airport terminal, not knowing your schedule but taking the risk to show up where you worked. He had the urge to be near you again once it was set in motion that he was selling his food truck to head east to start over with his cousin, Mike. Terry had no issue adjusting to change as long as it has substance in the end. He couldn’t leave without seeing you and although it’s been a minute since you both spoke, he didn’t take it personally.

You were his ex-wife after all but that didn’t mean that the utmost respect for you vanished. Ever. Terry made himself comfortable in the crisp cool of the quiet pale blue airport, sticking to the front of the large building but couldn’t help his eyes searching the area every so often for you. He had a feeling that you would be coming around sooner than later and exactly at 12:03am, he spots you being led to the revolving doors with a man who was dressed in security attire.

Your light laughter is almost childlike, a little raspy and airy as the both of you squeeze each other’s shoulders lightly in farewell for the night before you turn to face Terry’s direction.

“Terry,” your voice is hushed with a hint of croaking in it, which is unusual since you were normally upbeat once the moon shined but from the sound of it, the day at the airport must have been a long one.

Terry says your name with a dip of his head, eye contact always on lock, which you held before slowly closing your eyes, not knowing what to expect of this appearance.

“Everything good?” The security guard asks based on your reaction and you raise a hand up with a nod of your head, informing him that it was.

Terry briefly stared at the security guard underneath his lashes, who must have been a good friend of yours—not that good if he was letting you walk out into the night to your car on your own—sure you could handle yourself if it ever came down to it but it was the right thing to do.

“Y’all take care.” The security guard states as he realizes that Terry is no danger to you.

Terry gives a crooked smile, “you as well, man.”

You step to him, fixing the strap to your backpack on your left shoulder—your better shoulder that didn’t suffer from a extreme tear that took two surgeries to fix—, “what’s happening?”

“Hm…I thought it was a nice night so I took a ride.” Terry smirks at you while you roll your eyes and begin walking towards the automatic doors.

Throwing your head back as you stood on the sidewalk you glance at Terry and begin to walk backwards, “A nice night to throw my mind for a loop? You never did have good timing.”

He would have thought that was a jab, considering that the papers he sent your way two weeks before he got honorable discharge arrived in your shared mailbox the same day your elderly dog died. It’s not like the papers were a shock, it’s been discussed over many video chats but like you said, Terry Richmond didn’t have the best timing when it came to certain things.

He was a marine after all so timing kind of came with the profession…perhaps if you were looking for something to blame it would be that.

“Now we both know that isn’t a hundred percent true,” Terry lightly points, head downwards and a sly smile playing on the corner of his lips, “is it a crime to come see my favorite girl?”

Letting out an exaggerated yawn, you give him an expressionless face afterwards before spinning back around to head to the parking lot, with Terry following you into the foggy low sixty degree night. He’s holding the car door open for you after you unlocked it with your clicker and you’re shoving your things into the passenger side before taking a seat in the driver’s side.

You peer up at him, “Did you need something?”

“Yeah,” Terry starts, “come with me to Liu’s…just to talk.”

Raising your brows you say, “Why now?”

“He hasn’t said anything to you?” Terry questions.

Lifting your once slumped shoulders, you stare back at Terry and he’s never known you to be a liar.

“Should he have?” You press, “He’s never gotten into our shit before so why would he? If you wanted your business told, you should have said something to Ken.”

Terry snorts at the mention of Mr. Liu’s nephew.

He was a good guy but he was crap at secrets and excellent at taking direction.

“You’re not wrong,” The man with the goatee inhales, “look I won’t hold you…yet I’m leaving in the morning and i don’t know when I’ll be back. I just thought I should come by.”

He thought of you in the moment and there’s neber been a day where you didn’t think about Terry, all bright eyed and imagining the what if’s. The divorce had to happen, it was the right decision but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss him.

Terry gave you the space you needed, he couldn’t keep coming around as if the whole trajectory of your relationship wasn’t altered. It never got disrespectful however you were very vocal once you returned home from work, finding every trace of him erased from the home except for pictures. A conversation was eventually had over dinner, a passionate night was shared and just like that he was gone in the morning. You feared that you would run into him in town often, since Mr. Liu’s was pretty popular and Terry’s truck was more lowkey and out the way with a good amount of locals— just how he preferred it.

You did the best staying away from that side of town for a while before you realized how silly you were being. Life didn’t have to stop because Terry was no longer in it. That was your choice. You were never the type of person to be so dependent on anybody before.

So you thought.

Being surrounded by family constantly…you never had to feel alone. Terry was the opposite, an only child raised by a single mother who was a pediatric nurse and worked nights. He found a bonus home with your family and became part of it, no questions asked.

“You’re leaving?” You quiz, “for how long?”

Terry can see you visibly flinch after the words slipped through your lips. You were trying to put up a shield or maybe even a boundary for not caring as much. Like a concerned wife should. Just like he said before, just because you’re no longer romantically involved didn’t mean he didn’t value your friendship.

“Don’t know. Heading out to Shelby Springs for Mike and a fresh start.” Terry states and it’s not like you can feel a way about that.

Inhaling air through your teeth you say, “that bama ass place?”

Terry tells, “I know. It’s a in and out type of thing. Getting a pick up and starting a business from as far as we can get from there.”

You don’t say anything but the look on your face says enough.

“…Don’t worry.” He starts.

Scoffing you reply, “who’s worried?”

“That pretty little face is.” Terry even pokes your cheek with his free hand that’s not holding the door open but you slap his hand away, leaving him smiling softly, “so…are you coming with me?”

“To Shelby springs? Hell no!” You jest with a wink, “I can go for a vegetable spring roll though.”

There’s amusement in Terry’s eyes as he nods, “that’s it?”

“I don’t like to eat heavy at night, remember?” You defend.

A hearty breakfast was always more your speed.

“Yin and Yang,” Terry smiles at a memory you don’t push for him to share because you’ve probably thought about it plenty times before whenever you had breakfast alone, “You’ll lead?”

“Course.” You give a small smile and Terry makes sure you’re all the way in before shutting the door behind you.

He follows behind you on his bike and the airport is a good distance from downtown. It’s not long before you’re trying to pull over but Terry just zooms past you, grinning back at you over his shoulder while you’re shaking your head in disbelief behind the wheel.

This was a challenge for Terry, a norm to not only test himself but you and you never backed down from a competition.

Letting out a low-whistle you comment, “Moving like that and you’re traveling to Shelby in the morning?” You say as you walk up to the doors where Terry is waiting, “you might be taking a long nap instead.”

The both of you were hardly sleepers, you with your hint of OCD and mind racing always finding something to do and Terry was always on military time even before he went into the field. He was the earliest riser and believed in that old saying, “the early bird catches the worm.” Your rest time together involved pillow talk, just breathing the same air either facing each other or you being the little spoon, and of course there were times where you both didn’t mind helping the other go to sleep.

After locking up his bike, he shifts the keys around on the ring to unlock the restaurant holding the door open, “Nah, I’ve got the best stamina in the world.”

Spinning to face Terry after he locks the door behind you two, you’re pushing your lips out with a tilt of your head once his eyes settle back on you. It’s a teasing smile and he’s leans towards you on his way by, “get your head outta the gutter.”

Laughing in between the stools, you turn to rest your elbows on the counter which Terry is behind now. He asks, “You down for some of Ken’s sake?”

“Ah…now I see.” You sigh dramatically, “you brought me here to get me drunk.”

Terry laughs, “no. I just remembered that you enjoyed it a lot back in Japan and Ken’s been experimenting thanks to his dad’s recipe all while offending Mr. Liu.”

Where you got married.

“I can’t even tell you the last time—fuck it! It’s your going away night and you should be honored that I’m here so why not?”

“How did this turn into praising yourself?” Terry jokes as he gets ready to prepare the warm beverage.

You grumble, “Somebody besides myself needs to.”

Terry flicks his spring green hues to you, “so you’re not seeing anyone?”

“It’s not the security guard.”

Terry frowns, “funny how I didn’t even mention him.”

Wagging your finger at him you respond, “I saw the way you were analyzing my friend with that high opacity setting that you call eyes.”

He pauses and snickers, “oh yeah? And what did they say?”

“You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt because that’s just how you are but…you were curious about us.”

“That was a thing then?” He quirks up a brow while you press your cheek into your fist.

“Nope!” You answer as you move to sit up on one of the chairs, “That gorgeous chocolate man is happily taken with four kids, with three of them being triplets.”

“Damn!”

“Terry.”

He laughs and then shrugs, “what? I’m only kidding…kids are blessings.”

You hummed as you watched him work for a while before he’s placing steaming sake in front of you.

“What should we toast to?” You ask, pinching at the glass before finding a safe spot of the cup to hold up, “Goodbye’s?”

Terry immediately furrows his brows, “come on now…you know that’s what I’m actually not good at. Look at this as more of an…until next time.”

Clinking your cup against his as a response, you both slowly sip at the hot sake and its sweetness is felt with its warmth. “Not bad, Ken. Not bad.”

You both share a laugh, letting the silence hit while the sake cools off some. The silence doesn’t last long before you’re both poking fun at each other and falling into more conversation. It flows even when it gets tense, blood burning as your feelings come to the surface with Terry listening to you intently and speaks to you calmly.

“When I brought up divorce the first time it was never to be manipulative…it was to save us both the heartache of this ongoing distance.”

You open your mouth to interupt but Terry stared at you from underneath your eyelashes, which makes you deeply sigh, “We grew apart but we tried. You know it and I know it. No matter how long you would have held me down it happened and I felt like you deserved better than that. I thought you felt the same way when you agreed and signed.”

It’s not like you signed right away! You actually took your sweet ass time, even when he pulled what he pulled.

“I mainly signed because you pissed me off, sneaking through the house to get your things like a thief in the night while I was at work. I should ask how you managed to do it all but then I remembered who you are.” You exhale, “I’ve got to get some hobbies besides working myself to the bone and constantly thinking about you. I should be over this already. It’s been months.”

“We did put in a solid five years of marriage though.”

Dated since senior year just for him to go off to the military three years later. The love and the effort was there but you been around a lot of military significant others at group meetings and their stories were much worse. So you tried to be thankful of the time shared but that didn’t mean you didn’t have your own sorrow too.

‘It’s not something you can just get over.’ Terry thinks.

“That we did.”

And it’s back to the eye game again and it makes your stomach feel like flipped flapjacks.

You can’t stand Terry Richmond.

He intertwined your fingers once you’re both outside. This was happening, he was leaving again and you chose to be numb about it on the outside but slightly achy on the inside. It was weird really, how you could both live in the same town and never run into each other but it still felt comforting to know that you were both out there carrying on—even if it wasn’t beside one another.

You wish he would hold you instead of your hand but Terry didn’t want to cross that line. Not when you revealed that your heart wasn’t really in it to sign the papers in the first place.

Squeezing his rough hand back before letting go, you’re aware that he’s crashing at the restaurant tonight so it’s closer in the direction he’ll be heading in the morning. Yet there’s still a part of you that wishes he would come home.

It’s early when your eyes peel open to focus on your block out curtains. They were the best investment you made (from a cousin you didn’t like—but no one can say you were never supportive) since it’s always sunny in this town and the only time you preferred light was in your kitchen and living room but you still have a feeling that it’s early morning. You sit up in bed, ears searching for any sound in your bungalow.

Your feet are sliding into your slippers, knuckles rubbing into your eyes as you peek at the clock on the nightstand to see it’s another 5am. As you’re handling your business in the bathroom across the hall from your bedroom, you can’t help that pull in your gut that brings you to the front of your home.

Flicking on the lights, you yelp at the sight of Terry sitting in the dark of the living room staring off in space.

It’s been days since you last saw him.

You pushed him to the back of your mind like you trained yourself to do. Putting your attention elsewhere and even picked up a hobby to keep yourself preoccupied besides just those long double shifts at the airport.

Now he was back and something shifted within him again that didn’t sit well to you. You carefully took a step towards him and his eyes followed you but much slower this time.

“Terry,” breathe his name, “…what’s wrong?”

He simply flips the palm of his hand over that’s resting on his knee and you reach out to place yours right in his while you move to sit next to him. Terry squeezes your hand like his life depends on it and it makes your heart rate spike, it doesn’t hurt—he’d never purposely do so—but it’s strong enough to let you know that he needs you.

“Can I get you something? Water? Those shady over easy eggs you like so much?”

That gets a snicker to escape his lips, always finding your issue with eggs to be humorous. You were not an egg person and commonly called it, “the devil’s snot,” which let Terry know you might have been spending too much time with your granny and great-aunties.

“Maybe later,” he says, “can you just be here with me?”

You don’t hesitate to cup his face once he turns his gaze to you and not this daze he seems to be in. He slowly blinks at your touch, head moving to press a kiss into the palm of your hand. You nod and he moved again to lay in you lap, hands wrapping around your hips tight that you have to remind yourself to breathe.

Something was wrong and you were determined to fix it—if he would let you. You didn’t push him and let Terry rest as you squeezed one of his shoulders being trailing your fingers across his back to the other.

That’s when you felt it underneath his shirt, a bandage of some sorts. You kept it to yourself for now, knowing he would tell you as you continued rubbing circles across his back to soothe him.

It had to have been a half hour when Terry dozed off and your legs were aching. You forgot to put a pillow down for extra cushion but Terry never had any problems using your body as his personal pillow. Some things never change.

Your attempt to weasel out of his hold was a challenge before you realized he was holding onto you on purpose. It was good to still see some humor in him due to whatever happened once he left this town.

“Be for real,” you tell him as he looks back at you, “I’m trying to get up and make breakfast and this is what we’re doing?”

Terry sits up, always the light sleeper but there’s a weight in his chest that won’t ever subside, “wanted to see if you still had it in you to get out of my hold…you need some more work.”

“I lug baggage at the airport that’s heavier.” You sass pushing yourself off the couch, “I didn’t get my stretches in yet so excuuuse me, Mr. Richmond.”

Terry mutters playfully, “sounds like excuses to me.”

“You know what? It’s too early for your irritation so why don’t you take another nap?”

Terry shakes his head as you make your way over to the fridge, “nah, I much rather watch your face while you mentally fuss over the eggs.”

“Ah so I’m your source of entertainment for you this morning am I?” You place your hands on your hips as Terry places his elbows into his knees, “let me go find my flapper dress.”

“…I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a dress again.” He admits, eyes burning into you from across the room.

Rolling your eyes you turn right back around so he couldn’t see how much of an effect that had on you. It shouldn’t by any means but here your insides were acting up!

When you turn around with the carton in your hands, you’re met with Terry’s chest that catches you by surprise. His arms lock over your shoulders as you carefully hold onto the eggs and feel him relax against you. He always smelled like leather and pine and that also hasn’t changed. Slowly you snake a free arm across his waist and lean your ear into his chest, finding his heartbeat. It’s always the most soothing thing, equivalent to your hands on his back.

You’re not sure how long you’re holding onto each other but you don’t question what this is all about or what this is for. You didn’t need to, you knew Terry Richmond and you knew when something was up, regardless of the distance that was between the two of you. He came to you in the middle of night at your job and again in the early morning. The pull was still there and perhaps it would always be that way.

He wants to help you make breakfast, after he lets go of you and you almost tell him to sit his big behind down, sensing that he was injured in more than one way but he’s not exactly a guest in this home. So he puts in the work beside you, just like old times and begins to open up about his time in Shelby springs much to your own heartache for him.

Terry arrived back home after all this time and as you sat from across each other just listening, you realized him being here was better late than never. 

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Continue with my September anthology prompts here.

[theemporium]

idk if you’ve seen it but there’s a trend on TikTok of playing a voicemail of a creepy guy in front of your boyfriend and I feel like brothers bff!reader would have to literally console quinn after trying that prank on him. boy would be murderous.

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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It was just meant to be a prank. 

A friend had sent you it, laughing at the compilation of reactions the video included to the fake voicemail. It was entertaining seeing how these men reacted differently, or seeing how many of them instantly became protective of the woman in their life who played the fake voicemail. 

You thought it looked fun to try out. 

It was some random week in October when you decided to fly out and spend some time with Quinn. It was reading week back in college and you had worked pretty well at staying on top of your classes, so you deserved the treat to fly out and spend some time with your boy. 

And other than the practices Quinn had to attend, he was practically glued to your side the rest of the week which made it easy to pull off the prank on a Thursday morning when you were sitting on the counter as Quinn made you both coffee. 

“Oh god.” 

“What’s wrong?” Quinn asked, his back still facing you but the disgusted scoff gave him a clear understanding that you weren’t happy. 

“Nothing, just an annoying lab partner,” you murmured, pressing your lips together to try and hold back your giggles. “I think he left me a voicemail.”

Quinn didn’t get much of a chance to say anything before the voicemail started. You watched him closely, the way his actions paused as he began to listen. 

“This is the final chance I am giving you. You are being ridiculous, and like most women, not thinking logically. Consider this your last chance to put your emotions aside and think with your brain.”

The coffee was abandoned in seconds as Quinn whirled around, looking at you with an expression mixed between shock and disgust. He placed his hands on the counter, stepping towards you as he continued to listen to the voicemail. 

“I am a good guy, one of the best you are going to find. So, I suggest you stop playing this hard-to-get game because nobody is believing you. You won’t find anyone better than me, not at college and not in bed. I have reservations for Friday night at the Italian place off campus. I expect you there and—”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Quinn gritted out between clenched teeth, a disgruntled scoff leaving his lips as he reached for his phone. “Give me a name.”

You blinked, almost surprised by the expression on his face. You didn’t think you had ever seen Quinn so angry before, not even on the ice. 

“A name,” Quinn repeated as he looked over towards you, eyes darkened and jaw clenched. “That is…he’s a fucking pervert. And a creep. I don’t want him near you. I don’t want him in the fucking college.” 

“Quinn—” you started, but he was lost to his own anger now.

“I’m gonna make sure he’s kicked out and sent somewhere far fucking away from you. Better yet, we can get a restraining order,” he continued as he scrolled through his phone, his eyebrows furrowed together as he searched for something. “I don’t want you going back with him just walking around. Does Luke even know? Does anyone—”

“Quinn,” you said again, a little louder this time as you rounded the counter to gently take ahold of his hands. You slowly pried the phone from his hands, a sheepish expression on your face. “He isn’t real.”

He frowned. “What? Babe, you don’t have to protect him—”

“I’m not protecting anyone, Quinn, I—” You took a deep breath before you continued. “It was a prank I saw on Tiktok. People were posting their partner’s reactions and I thought it would be funny.”

“Oh,” was all Quinn seemed to say.

“I’m sorry—” But you cut yourself off when he launched towards you, wrapping you in a tight hug as he clung onto you. Your arms automatically wrapped around his torso, nuzzling yourself further into his chest.

“You’d tell me if something like that was really happening, right?” Quinn murmured against the top of your head. 

“Of course,” you answered honestly.

“Good,” he said with a small sigh, his arms tightening around you. “I’d kill any fucker that makes you uncomfortable.”

You snorted. “It was kinda hot seeing you get all protective.”

“I’m glad you think as much because even though I know it’s fake, my body hasn’t caught on yet so I am not letting you go for the next hour,” Quinn murmured, though you could hear the smile in his voice.

“I have no issue with that,” you replied honestly, biting back your own grin as he placed a kiss to your forehead.

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[yan-lorkai]

could you do TWST head cannons with a reader who plays the drums and had a more 'rebellious style' but is very polite?

(any characters you like, but maybe ruggie or silver?)

☆*: Silver knows that judging a book by its cover is a fatal mistake, as appearances are very deceiving about a person's real character. So he would never judge you based on what you wear, otherwise he would be betraying his father's teachings and that is something he would never do.

☆*: Furthermore, he knows that you are a very polite and nice person. He hears good things about you from his dad and his classmates all the time, and it's possible he's even interacted with you before if you were part of the music club. Lilia sometimes invites his son to his practices and shows and Silver regularly appears there to show his support for his father.

☆*: Even though drums are a different instrument than the one his father plays, Silver knows a thing or two about caring for it. So he sometimes helps you take care of and polish your instrument, as well as asking you little questions about why you chose to play the drums, how many songs you know how to play. Anyway, he likes your style and the music you produce. If someone ever spoke badly about you around him because of the way you dress, he would give that person an endless lecture.

☆*: At Savanaclaw it's kill or be killed, so your politeness is something that made quite an impression on him the first time you two crossed paths. I mean, you have this rebellious and confident look, he kind of expected you to be like the other beastmen who think they are better than him because they are wolves or lions, or some other strong beast. He expected you to feel superior to him, he's just a hyena after all, but that was a silly thought that he quickly dismissed after you treated him with kindness and politeness.

☆*: You even gave him one of your donuts and patted his head! What kind of bad person would do that? Obviously you weren't bad, far from it, you were an angel! Therefore, anyone who makes fun of you because of your style or your drumming skills will mysteriously suffer minor accidents. Each of them worse than the other if they don't learn their lesson.

☆*: After your first interaction, Ruggie found himself interested in you. So occasionally he would show up to your shows and practices to watch you play and wow, you play well. He doesn't know much about drums, but as he wants to spend time with you, he asks you to teach him a little. He doesn't have money to buy a drum or any other instrument right now, but when he can he knows his grandma and the kids would love to hear him play. Even better if you're there to see it, but well, he can always send you a video.

☆*: Lilia saw you out of the corner of his eye for two seconds and automatically loved your rebellious style, floating towards you to talk and ask for fashion tips, after all, he also likes different styles and knows that the two of you together would be quite a duo. Yes, within five minutes of talking Lilia is already making big plans for the two of you as if you were best friends in the whole world. No, nothing you say or do will drive him away now.

☆*: Whether you join the music club or not, Lilia likes to hear you play. He has a talent for instruments and can help you improve yourself or correct small mistakes you may make without realizing while playing, offering tips and fixing your posture. He also likes to just sit and listen to you play as if nothing in the world could stop him from enjoying it.

☆*: He's like a kid excited about a new toy. And he will also cause accidents to anyone who talks badly about you because of the way you dress. You're so nice, so polite, he love how differently you are apart from your style. And people will treat you with respect or they're gonna deal with him! :)

[accio-victuuri]

i just noticed i’ve been v partial lately to zsww fake house and of course our dear lrlg that i forgot about another fake story house 给博肖加点小料bot . the last contribution i posted from them was this — the drawing of them 💋. so for a bit of a catch up, i will share ones from the past dates 2/24, 3/3, 3/26, 4/3, 4/29, 5/21 and 5/29.

enjoy the goods! ^^ everything here is fake/fiction.

2/24/2024:

I have been losing weight recently, and if I crave meat, I will order takeout like beggar's chicken. Once when the meal arrived, XLS used the disposable plastic gloves provided to tear the chicken, and he got burned. Then he put the thick cloth gloves that came with the meal on the outside of the disposable plastic gloves and tried to grab it. We quickly stopped him, and he realized that he should wear the thick gloves inside and the disposable gloves outside. After eating, he called WLS as usual to report today's diet. He acted like a spoiled child to WLS and said that he was burned. Usually you tear it for him, and he didn't know it would be so hot. He also said that he would not dare to do it next time. Later, XLS told us that he ate chicken when he was losing weight, and WLS even made him hand-torn chicken.

ugh. honestly. these two. forget about peeling shrimps for your s/o! it’s now shredding chicken with your hands and then letting them eat it like that is the key. i swear, WLS really spoils XLS! and i like hearing about him acting like this with WLS.

and a background on what is “beggar’s chicken”

3/3/2024:

Once when we were staying in a hotel, we entered the elevator from the first floor. A robot came in with us. We pressed the button for floor x. Wls and xls pressed the button for floor x, but the button for another floor in the elevator was also on. Xls saw that no one pressed the button, so he turned off the button for that floor. It turned on again after he pressed it off. Xls continued to press the button, and it turned on again after a while. Wls said, don't press it, it's the robot pressing it. Xls was very quick and pressed it again while listening to Wls. As a result, it didn't light up again this time: Wls was very exaggerated to say that he was awesome. He deserved to be my leader. Even robots have to listen to you.

i have nothing to say here other than they are such dorks. 🙃🙃🙃

3/26/2024:

WLS wanted XLS to call him gege, but XLS refused, so WLS tickled him. XLS had no choice but to quietly call him gege. After that, his face turned red. WLS still wouldn’t let us see it👀………………Don’t believe the fake news

why do i feel like this is real and not a fake story. 😂

4/3/2024:

They had a pair of Crayon Shin-chan toys, similar to the toys we played with when we were kids, which would automatically swing forward by turning a switch. XX was playing with his own toy, and xxx's toy didn't move. XX's toy swung and swung until it came to xxx's toy. The two toys were face to face, eyes to eyes, mouth to mouth, and then XX exclaimed in a very cute way, and XXX laughed along with XX.

even the toys they are playing with are dating 🤦‍♀️

4/29/2024:

For a while, x liked to watch food shows to find delicious snacks, but he was on a diet and couldn't eat too much. Every time he bought a bunch of snacks, he would taste them and share them with us. Some of them were so delicious that he couldn't finish them, so he would send them to w to clean them up. The courier here always knew the delivery address without telling us.

5/21/2024:

xls mistakenly sent a video of himself practicing kettlebells to the group. It was said that it was originally sent to wls.

OH NOOOOOO! what other workout videos is he sending to WYB??? how about post workout selfies??? 👀👀👀👀 XZ, please check who you are sending stuff to!!!!

5/29/2024:

XZ: I think I have dry skin

WYB: Bullshit, you sweat so much

XZ: Oh! I feel that my skin is still dry after applying body lotion recently, am I going to have dry skin?

👩‍🦳: It may not be moisturizing enough, but it will be summer soon, so I don’t need body lotion

👱‍♀️: The whitening one, the one you mentioned last time, I plan to buy the same one

XZ: Oh, that one is actually good

WYB: Is that one particularly fragrant? I touched it, and the smell is exquisite

XZ: It’s none of your business

WYB: I can’t join you at all

the comments on this contribution was mostly about “straight man” yibo 🤣🤣🤣

-END

[y2klostandfound]

How to win - Jet Set Radio Future on Game Players New magazine Vol.29 (Video game magazine)(Hong Kong)(2002)(06/03/2002)(Part 1)

Translation in English:

XBOX

2002

On sale

ACT - SEGA

6,800 Yen - 1-4 players

Corresponding to 5-1ch audio equipment

Attention!

This game is only suitable for and anyone who may imitate or reference the in-game characters should also avoid touching this game as much as possible. If anyone engages in similar behavior after reading this article, I or the publication will not be held responsible, please pay attention!

JET SET RADIO FUTURE

Hello everyone! I am a DJ PROFESSOR K, the embodiment of beauty and wisdom, and a heroic companion!! Do you feel that life is boring? Looking for something fun to do? Come on! Listen to my Tokyo underground radio station! ! Don't forget the name, yes! ! It's "JET SET RADIO"! ! YEEEEEEEE~~~~HAAAAAA! ! !

Let's start with an introduction to the current situation! Tokyo is now dominated by Gouji Rokkaku , whose "Rokkaku Group" is more powerful than the local government, and no matter what level it is, such as real estate, society, culture or entertainment, it is also controlled by them, and the people have no freedom of choice at all, day after day, month after month, they live according to the meaning of the Rokkaku, without a soul and without their own selves. Recently, Rokkaku succeeded in becoming the mayor, which completely fell to the hands of Rokkaku in Tokyo, even the law can be changed by him at will, of course, the police are not spared, and they have become Rokkaku's Corps and they are fighting against those who are against him, OH MY GOD!

However, where there is darkness, there is light, and a group of young people who are passionate about life are determined to vent their inner grievances with graffiti and to awaken the sleeping people with crazy actions. But there was one thing that surprised them, When it happened, it turned out that "Rokkaku Expo Stadium" was in full swing, and the surrounding vigilance was also strengthened a lot, which made the struggle between these young people and the Rokkaku Group heated up. Although the enemy is a group with great power, fortunately, many capable people have joined in the process of protest, which has ignited new hope for this group of young people. And this class of ideal Stormy Teenagers, they call themselves "GG"! !

Members of GG

CORN

The person who already existed when GG was founded is now GG's leader, very competitive, and often considers himself a genius.

GUM

She is another main member of GG, is responsible for the operation of the organization together with CONE (CORN), she is so calm that the men who have a crush on her automatically give up after ten minutes.

YOYO

The new member of the GG, the typical storm boy, is arrogant and often calls himself a cannon king.

BEAT

The mysterious boy who appeared on the streets of Tokyo, since his appearance, things have changed rapidly.

ROBOY

The robot that CONE(CORN) retrieves, everything else is unknown, only known to be as arrogant as CONE(CORN).

ROKKAKU GROUP

Rokkaku Police

The front-line personnel of the Rokkaku Group, everything that will hinder the people and things of the Rokkaku Group is also their goal.

HASHED (HAYASHI)

The police commander of the Rokkaku Police Force, Division 0 is a very troublesome policeman. If he is targeted by him, he will never have a good life.

Gouji Rokkaku

The chairman of the Rokkaku Group, who dominates Tokyo's economy and culture, is a very authoritarian careerist.

Getting Started

Controller

Buttons MENU In-game

Left Stick Select Walk/Run

Right Stick -- Look around (while standing)/Map

rotation (in PAUSE)

Arrow keys Select --

A button Decide Jump/Decide

B button Cancel Accelerate/Use props during battle

X button -- Continuous TRICK/HANDPLANT

Y button -- Continuous TRICK/TURN

START button Decide PAUSE on

BACK button Cancel Cancel

Left button -- The camera direction is corrected

to the front

Right button -- Spray GRAFFITI/ Dialogue unfolds

Various Actions Basics

Walk/Run

Left STICK is to control the character's movement. After inputting a few directions, the character will make a sprint start and then move forward at an even speed.

Jump

The A button is for jumping, The distance and height depend on the time of pressing the button, if you press it for a long time, you will jump higher, different characters will have more or less jumping power.

Turn

On the way to several directions, press the Y button to make the character turn his back foward and make a backward movement.

Dialogue

Some characters can have a dialogue with the player, as long as you approach the player, the dialogue icon will appear, and you can press the right button

Accelerate

Each time you use it, you need to consume 10 cans of spray paint, press the B button to use it, and you don't need to use it while jumping.

Camera Correction

During the game, the camera will turn with the character's movement, press the left button to correct it to look straight ahead.

TIC Tips

When fighting against the enemy or Rival, the left button can be used to lock the target. When the opponent is in front and the CURSOR is yellow, press the left button, and the CURSOR will turn red. At this time, press the B button to accelerate, and there is a chance to make a straight line to recover the gap, but it still needs 10 cans of spray paint.

TRICK

GRIND

Basically all handrails or fences can also do this action, just walk close to the above facilities, press the A button to jump, the character will automatically slide on the handrail or fence, and is not limited by the slope, even if it's vertical.

AIR

Using speed or an inclined platform, you can jump higher than normal, and the movements you make while flying are classified as AIR.

WALLRIDE

Specific walls (such as advertising boards) allow players to slide on them, and they are not limited by the slope, as long as the character touches the wall, and the speed is faster than that on the ground.

HANDPLANT

In some "U" shaped terrain, it is possible for the character to make this action, and when the character is about to reach the edge of the item, press the X button to make an upside down posture, which has the effect of accelerating.

COMBINATION

GRIND COMBINATION

On the railing-shaped terrain, it is possible to make GRIND movements, but in fact, combined actions can also be added to GRIND movements. And the method is simple, just press the X and Y buttons, and press continuously to make a series of actions to increase the score, as for what the use of the extra score is, I will introduce it to you later.

AIR COMBINATION

AIR COMBINATION is almost the same as GRIND, as long as you enter X and Y in the air state, the character will make fancy.

Spray Painting Tips

In the game map, there will be a rotating round plan (GRAFFITI POINT) on the wall, which represents a place that needs to be painted, the player has to make the character approach and then press the right button to spray the pattern. Each GRAFFITI POINT needs to consume a can of spray paint, but one thing to note is that pressing the right button anywhere will also consume a can of spray paint.

Continuous spraying

If there are more than one GRAFFITI POINT side by side on the wall, it means that the spray painting is of a larger size. Players can start from the first pattern and press the right button until the last one.

The type of spray painting

There are five sizes of spray painting in the game, namely SS, S, M, L, and XL.

NEW GAME

After selecting NEW GAME, you will start the main game mode for one person only and in order to spray GG's spray paint all over Tokyo, the player must travel through all the different areas and solve the obstacles in front of you. The game consists of two main parts, "STREET" and "GARAGE PARK", which will be introduced in detail below.

STREET

Based on Tokyo, each "STREET" can be regarded as a level, and certain conditions must be completed before moving on to the next one. As for the conditions, it is different each time, the player can ask other team members at Garage Park or listen to JSR'S DJ PROFESSOR K for information. But there is one thing common to all STREETs, that is, all spray painting must be completed. Another thing that we must mention is that each STREET will have certain hidden things that will not be provided with intelligence, how to find out, you have to look at your skills.

GARAGE PARK

The base camp of GG, all team members will also gather here, players can freely practice here, and listen to the ADVICE of teammates. In addition, if you talk to ROBOY, you can enter the GARAGE MENU screen, which has functions such as game setting change, SAVE, custom spraying, basic skill training, and character rotation in use. And every time you finish a street, you have to come back here once, so GARAGE PARK is definiteky an important place.

GG Handbook

In the GG Handbook, you can clearly understand the "STREET MISSION" of each version, so what is STREET MISSION?

In fact, these are the conditions for the appearance of the hidden "GRAFFITI SOUL" and every time you complete a STREET MISSION, a GRAFFITI SOUL will appear. GRAFFITI SOUL is an optional spray pattern that can be viewed and selected in the GARAGE MENU after obtaining it. However, in order to make STREET MISSION appear, you must first find and get the "MYSTERY TAPE" in this section, then the STREET MISSION can be found in the GG Handbook.

PAUSE Screen Diagram

1.Instruction - Indicates the condition or goal that is currently a priority.

2.The street where you are - Displays the name of the street where the player is currently located.

3.GRAFFITI SOUL/ GRAFFIT in the map -

Top:The number of GRAFFITI SOULS acquired in the same layout.

Bottom: The number of GRAFFITI completed in the same layout, calculated in GRAFFITI POINT.

4.Number of GRAFFITI SOUL - Number of GRAFFITI SOUL acquired.

5.The Direction of the PLAYER - The arrow represents the front of the player.

6.ICON-

CHARACTER CHANGE: Available only at GRAFFITI STOP.

SAVE:Available only at GRAFFITI STOP.

GG Handbook: The conditions in each map and the content of "Mystery TAPE".

Back to the game

Game Screen Explanation

MAIN GAME Screen

The usual game screen, STREET is the same as GARAGE PARK.

1.STAMINA GAUGE - After receiving damage, it will be reduced, and when it is reduced to zero, it will be game over.

2. Number of spray paint cans - It can be collected on the street, and you must have spray paint before you can spray paint.

3.Number of GRAFFITI - The number of paintings on the same layout, the number completed is on the left, and the total number is on the right.

4.GRAFFITI POINT - You must have this logo to spray paint on the wall.

5.SPEED METER - Indicates the current speed of the character.

Use continuous TRICK!

When using continuous TRICK, additional points will appear on the upper left of the screen. The more consecutive TRICKs you perform, the higher your score will be. When you reach a certain level of score, there will be "prizes". Let's work hard! !

BATTLE screen

There is a slight difference between BATTLE and MAIN GAME game modes, so the screen representations are different.

1.TIME - An item that will appear in RACE MODE, which will give the player a better understanding of the current situation when racing with RIVAL.

2.CURSOR - Whether it is BATTLE with the enemy or a RIVAL, CURSOR will also appear. When you approach the opponent, CURSOR will appear on the opponent.Press the left button at this time, and the CURSOR will turn red, indicating that the person has locked the target.

PAUSE screen

Press the START button during the game to enter the PAUSE screen, which is a decisive help for playing the game. You can also enter this screen when you are in BATTLE. Press the left and right buttons to switch map mode and view the entire map. In addition, the "GG Handbook" can also be viewed on this screen.

Continue to Part 2

[shokoppipan]

Miya Osamu | Headcannons | Relationship

» [Meddle About - Chase Atlantic] «

0:43─〇───── 3:23

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ᝰ.ᐟ osamu x gn!reader

ᝰ.ᐟ sfw <33

ᝰ.ᐟ First headcannons so ples dont roast me :b

ᝰ.ᐟ Which Haikyuu character do you wanna see next? Comment down below! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Miya Osamu Headcannons ── .✦

꩜ He’s a good cook (obviously), helps Moma Miya in cooking, he can also bake but not as good

꩜ Gets his cooking ideas from YT videos or something he tried from scrops on a whim

꩜ He’s a deep sleeper, stays up late often, but wakes up early

꩜ Unlike Atsumu, he rarely gets sick, and Osamu takes care of his brother when he has like a cold

꩜ He’s the type of guy to have a short temper, but is not really noticed with his cool demeanor

꩜ As seen of fights with him and Atsumu, he he gets more physical than verbal (abuse) and is hell lot stronger than Atsumu (I stand with that yes, look at how he FUCKED UP Atsumu in their last fight)

꩜ I personally think that him going on a different path than Atsumu is fully supported by their mother, but she did ask him something like “Are you sure?”, since she knows that it also means it will seperate the two, not like she dislikes of the idea of him choosing a different career

꩜ Usually the one following with his brothers antics

꩜ He probs said/says more cuss words than Atsumu

꩜ He probably fell when he was on the top bunk of their bed thats why he now sleeps on the lower bunk

꩜ He’s more of a dog person (He probs like a Husky, Labrador or Samoyed)

꩜ Bro is a SNITCH I tell you, even if he was the one at fault he blames it on Atsumu

꩜ He has a long attention span bro can just sit there and think about food

꩜ Bro is someone who just keeps his feelings to himself because he does not know how to express himself, but pretty sure Atsumu knows when sumthins wrong with his twin

꩜ Listens to Atsumu yap about stuff.

꩜ He has a tad bit inferiority complex due to the fact that he’s always compared to Atsumu

꩜ When they have arguments, he’s the one to initiate first cause Atsumu being the baby he is (even tho he’s older) doesn’t budge, so Osamu lets it cool down a bit and after a while hands something he cooked to his bro then they dont take abt it anymore

꩜ Bro is one to give BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE whenever he hears fangirl comments or whenever someone trashtalks Atsumu (he’s the only one who can)

꩜ Bro only ever goes to the internet to watch cooking shows or Gordon Ramsay

꩜ He doesn’t like the idea of being swarmed over by people (ESPECIALLY FANGIRLS)

꩜ Bro is Arctic Monkeys, Chase Atlantic and The Weekend coded, he probs listens with Suna since they have the same music taste

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RELATIONSHIP Headcannons ── .✦

꩜ Lets start of with his type:

- Ill say this now and I will stand for it, it doesnt matter what body type his s/o have. He loves you for you. But I’m pretty sure he loves someone who’s chubby. I mean just sayin ╮(︶▽︶)╭

- He loves someone who’s also a food lover. Someone who doesnt get embarass on what they eats

- He likes someone who’s more initiative than him, like someone who just randomly pulls him and does spontaneous activities like cooking, baking, hiking, whatever

- I bet he likes someone with a talkative or more extroverted attitude than him.

- Extra points for someone who KNOWS how to cook and can make good dishes

- Someone who’s simple and who knows how to appreciate simple things

꩜ This man? LOVER BOY. No questions

꩜ Probably just had one to none relationship cause he believes that when you date, it automatically leads to getting married in the future

꩜ Is one to watch romantic movies just to learn how to woo a girl (me Im that girl)

꩜ Osamu is the type of person to be very distant when someone tries to flirt with him thats NOT his s/o (like girl get yo ass outta my face) and does his disgusted look

꩜ I personally think he has trust issues because the first rs he had or probably the first person he liked only wanted to date him only to get close to his brother :(

꩜ Bro KNOWS how to sing, like he has this low tone husky voice, and whenever you’re sleepy he hums as he pats your shoulder lightly, or whenever he’s in the kitchen cooking

꩜ Bro is a WHOLE GREEN FOREST trust me like he’s very observant to the little things about you, he would even know you’re favorite flower first before he gives you a boquet

꩜ Love language is quality time or acts of service, sometimes gift giving and physical touch, bro believes action speaks louder than words

꩜ He’s not one to be very good with words, but when it comes to it, he gives you very comforting patts and hugs, his hands drawing circles on your back n stuff

꩜ He might not be academically smart but his emotional intelligence is like high HIGH

꩜ BACK. HUGS. IN. THE. KITCHEN.

꩜ Pet names either “Baby” or “Darlin” sometimes he calls you “Honey”

꩜ Holds your hand everytime he has the chance to

꩜ This man (timeskip) always has you on his passanger seat and grabs your thighs when he he’s focused on driving

꩜ I just know this guy brags you off to Atsumu and annoying him about it

꩜ He takes you out on a date to like shop or sumthin, but trust me, in special occasions like on your anniversary, he wont treat you out, rather he has like a whole resto at home and all your favorite dishes are served there with candles and shi

꩜ Grocery dates? Coffen dates? YES. ITS A MUST.

꩜ Bro can’t keep his hands to himself and almost always touches you everytime he has that change, and he’s so smug about it HELP

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[sminiac]

Hi! First and foremost, I hope you’ve been doing well. 😊

I’ve been reading your xikers fics for a couple weeks now and love love love your writing! Have mostly stayed in the shadows but I thought It’d be fun to break into the sun a little by sending in a rec and becoming a regular anon 🤭 So, with that being said, what are your thoughts on xikers hyung line asking their s/o for a quickie during a video shoot (and succeeding)??

If possible, I’d love to be ☁️ anon. Take as much time as you need, and if you’re unable to get to this, no worries. Have a beautiful day/night!

💌 — Hi friend, I have been! Hope you’re good too <3 I’m so relieved that you like my work🥹 so happy, so smiley !!! your kindness is very motivating and appreciated <3 I’d love for you to stick around and send more stuff in, ☁️ is all yours :b

Warnings — Smut focused, MDNI.

⋆ K. Minjae

He means business, like- you can tell immediately from the way he walks up to you that he’s wanting something, he has this kind of energy that makes you giddy from how serious he’s being, his directing words short and a biting so him and his members can progress through the shoot faster because it meant that “cut!” Would be shouted and he’d be free to get his hands on you. When he approaches you a little breathless, heavy on his feet with unmoving emotion in his face and vaguely explaining to you through his teeth that he needs help with ‘something’ that you shouldn’t entertain it with anything but an agreement.

If the shoot is going slower than he likes or there’s a significant amount of mistakes and he’s running high on rather negative feelings Minjae doesn’t take it out on you, at least not consciously. He doesn’t speak a whole lot, but when he does it’s mainly praise, how good you’re being, how good you’re making him feel, so wrapped up in his pleasure that he doesn’t realize how you’re struggling to keep yourself steady and quiet, but don’t worry, that’s what he’s for!

Remainder of members under the cut!

⋆ P. Junmin

You’ll know, but he isn’t loud about it. I’d say that he wouldn’t be loud at all, a lot of the time he won’t even so much as vocally mention being needy due to how embarrassing it is to have a hard on when he’s working, and having to hide it. The thing is his mannerisms are so distinct and discernible to your eye that within a few minutes you have him fully peeled back by layer after layer, the fact that you’re so reactive makes him twitch with excitement…. And maybe even a lick of shame seeing the way you dissect him so openly yet so accurately.

Occasionally he likes being degraded into tears by your mean words.. until he’s having to go back to get his makeup touched up and they’re asking about it, other times he’s whimpering the sting off, fighting it to show you how good he can be, it all really depends on the day. Junmin isn’t one to be particularly bratty when in public, he complies and listens very well, so much so that it’s hard to not reward him with something a little extra. He can be kind of loud, but it’s so cute seeing him try to quiet himself :(

⋆ C. Sumin

It’s instinctive almost. Either one of you just knows when the other is feeling even a little needy, which automatically makes its way to the other if it hasn’t already. When your hands aren’t on each other your eyes are, sometimes he even gets a little too deep into the (practically) eye fucking game, silently mouthing to you fleeting explicit words that no one else would be able to pick up on so easily. Quickie’s are a very easy, effortless agreement, one of very few words to cut down on wasting time together and avoiding any possible conflict it could cause. When he wants you there’s no stopping him- like a fixation for a lack of better words, once his heads flicking in the direction of an area you know is secluded the agreement is sealed off.

Acts like the two of you have all the time in the world. Sumin has a habit of needing to see what he does to you, hardly can he ever get off by feeling alone, you’re just so pretty and react to his touches and words in just the right ways. Tells you to “keep your eyes open” when he’s fucking into you, even if you’re balancing on a on a thin edge between delirium and unearthly pleasure, it’s hard to pay his instructions no heed when he looks so perfect, all sweaty and exhausted but still putting in his all to bring you to your peak.

⋆ H. Jinsik

Very communicative, he isn’t the shyest about running back to you during their breaks between sets just to plead with you, when he can’t vocally then he’s shooting you knowing looks, he’s especially bad for doing it while someone on their makeup team is right in front of him. Doesn’t like how easily you brush him and his suggestions off- he’ll whine and complain but that doesn’t stop him from coming back. Coolly drops a “Yeah I just need to talk to y/n for a sec.” then runs away to go annoy you with his near constant stream of “please, please, please!” Has to be shut up when you’re giving him what he wants, sometimes the fact that he has to be quiet slips his mind, other times it’s purposefully disregarded which does him no good in the end.

Always says he can take it, swears he can until your skin makes contact with his and he’s clenching his jaw so hard that it makes his head ache, added the strained little thrashes whilst attempting to remain still and quiet for you, tries his hardest to prove to you that he can handle the pleasure, but it always ends up with him all fucked out and sluggish when they return to filming. With a promise of tending to him properly when the days wrapped up he’s suddenly raring to go!

⋆ C. Hyunwoo

Plays the long game. He wouldn’t specifically mention how horny he is- in fact he tries to be coy about it whilst hoping you’ve maybe already noticed, he even has his moments of passing off indifferent comments like: “what if we had sex here, haha, wouldn’t that be so crazy? Haha.” The longer you play along instead of just pulling him away to get under his clothes the more he becomes frustrated with the lack of attention, your clueless facade being the only reason he’s left exasperated by his futile efforts and notably hot in his intricately pieced together outfit. When Hyunwoo realizes that his feigned passivity doesn’t penetrate your resolve quite the way he intended he’s immediately going with another route, shows off all he is and what he has to offer until you’re the one trying to convince him to run off.

Finally having you to himself goes either one of two ways. He sits back and instructs you to do all the work due to his exhaustion or takes his long pent up arousal out on you completely. He doesn't favour one over the other, he enjoys a healthy mix of both, especially when you're rewarding him for putting his all into recording! But like everyone Hyunwoo has his off days, then is when he just wants to take you the way he wants, and allowing him to do so doesn't disappoint in the slightest. He's incredibly good with being sneaky, knows when to slow his movements, when to cover your mouth, when there's no one around and he's free to do as he wants.

[dearlymrme]

Mustache Ride (Copia x Reader)

Summary: What better way to decompress than to go for a nice ride?

Copia x Reader || Cardinal Copia x Reader || Established Relationship || NSFW || Face Sitting || WC: 1726

It was late in the evening. You had decided to spend the night with him. It was no secret that you and your Cardinal were together, when having been caught slipping out of his room one morning, after that you had both decided to give up pretense and subtlety and be open about it.

You lay on the bed beside him in an old, comfortable t-shirt and your underwear, playing on your phone while he laid beside you in his boxers with a book in his hands. A very domestic moment with your head rested against his shoulder and your side pressed against his, soaking in his company and warmth.

A few minutes in, and he shifts, disrupting you, but you quickly settle back in. And then he shifts again and gives a loud sigh, not a good one, an annoyed one.

You put away your phone and turn your attention completely on him, tipping your head curiously and concerned.

“Everything okay?” He reaches up to rub his eyes, brows pinched before shaking his book, the main offender it seems, and closing it.

“You know some light reading will usually help me unwind, but it’s not doing the job tonight.” He mutters and tips his head back against the pillows.

You hum, lifting yourself up with one hand and looking down on him. He smiles at your worried gaze of concern and concentration as you try to figure out some way to help him. He runs a hand up your arm, tickling your skin gently with his skimming fingers. He glances down at your figure. The t-shirt you wear is thin, and he can see the points of your nipples against the fabric. Your underwear is cute with little patterns on them, and seeing you so near half naked starts to pull at his loins.

“Massage? Stupid Youtube videos?” You suggest helpfully.

“I was thinking of some foreplay.” He lifted a suggestive brow and grins as your cheeks break into a flush. You expertly roll on your hand and slide across to sit in his lip, pressing down on his quickly hardening cock. His hands automatically glide down to cup at your hips, thumbs playing at the band of your underwear.

“Are you feeling generous about it, or would you like me to spoil you?” He hums and playfully pulls and snaps your underwear to your hip, groaning softly when the action causes you to give the smallest of jerks and damned friction to his groin.

“I’m happy when you're happy. Either way, we both get what we want.” He smiles and takes one of your soft hands in his, pulling it up to his mouth to lay a small kiss on your knuckles. He is, however, in a mood to please tonight.

“Though if I am being honest, I don’t feel like I spoil you enough.” Your luscious lips turn into a grin as you waggle your brow.

“Well if that’s the case, how do you feel about giving me a mustache ride?” He suddenly choked, his face flushing before his shoulder shook, and a laugh erupted from his throat like a bad cough.

His reaction causes you to grin as warmth fills your bones from the sight of him having been taking off guard and finding humor in it.

“A what?!” He boyishly grins in mirth, and while the confusion is evident on his face he’s excited.

“You’ve never heard of that?” You giggle yourself, his hard cock momentarily forgotten as your cheeks start to hurt from how hard you're smiling.

“I know cunnilingus and sixty-nine. Is that one of them?” An American expression, perhaps? It certainly sounds like one. He watches you bite your bottom lip, imagining taking it into his mouth and sucking it until you're pouty. Your giggles break him out of his stupor, and he listens fondly as you try to explain it. It's a simple enough explanation, but you can’t help but laugh.

“You have a mustache. I ride your face, and you eat me out. Ergo, a mustache ride.” You watch as his face lights up lustfully and his hands slide down to once more grab you by the hips, rocking you once against his hard cock before he starts to drag you up to his chest.

“Then hop up, amore. Let me give you a ride.” Your cheeks stain pink as he sticks out his tongue and suggestively waggles it. Heat rushes down your crotch and you get off him a moment to carefully pull down and off your underwear.

Copia smiles at you and pulls at his boxers to get them down while eyeing your hips and legs and now fully exposed cunt as you resituate yourself. He pulls out his hard cock and spits in his other hand before he starts molesting the head of his dick.

In your opinion Copia’s face is made to be sat on. It’s a believable thing when swinging your bare thigh over his head and pinning your knees just above his shoulder, his nose perfectly lines up with your clit. You’ve sat on his face enough times now that the awkwardness has long since faded and you quickly seek after what you want.

A rattling groan vibrates against your flesh at contact, and your ears and face flush at the following slurp. He groans at your taste, salty yet sweet and a flavor that is distinctly yours and opens his mouth wider. Your sweet nectar is always a nice treat at the end of any hard day. Your skin is clean from your shower previously, and the skin of your legs and thighs are soft on his face from your nightly lotion. Your heady scent causes him to throb in his hand.

He slides his tongue between your folds slurping and slashing against your clit as he spells out a damning prayer, massaging it wetly until you almost drool.  Dragging his tongue up and down, the hand he was using to grasp your hip lowers down and back before grabbing one of your ass cheeks.

Spine bowing, you give a curse and your hands immediately go for his hair as he stuffs his tongue into your cunt and darts it through the tight inner muscles, and then he twists his head to grind his nose into your clitorus. You work through the motions as he forces you to grind harder and faster, slicking your cunt entirely over his lower face.

“Shit! Copia!” You moan, digging your nails into his scalp gently to massage his head, which he gives an appreciative grunt. You brush back his sweaty bangs and watch his eyes flutter upwards. Copia stares hotly at you and peeks his tongue under your mounds, lapping once before darting it back between your folds.

You further bear down on him in slicing motions to feel the scrapes of his mustache more over your quickly reddening and sensitive skin. Copia then shoves his tongue under your clit and takes a big inhale and you worry for a moment he’s going to suffocate himself. His chest expands under your ass and he tears a shriek from your mouth as he smacks sharply at the asscheek he’s gripping.

Every sweet little whimper and moan he pulls from you fill his chest with warmth. Hearing the effects of his mouth on your cunt and tongue in your folds is enough to make his heart throb. Your hot channel is tight and squeezing his tongue like a constrictor and he knows that’s a sign that you're getting close. It never takes you long when you're on his face. He figures it has something to do with the power that comes with it even though you are always hesitant and reach for it at first. It always takes a little reassurance before you give into your base desire and he loves watching you fall.

A tight coil starts winding up in your lower stomach that warns of your approaching climax. You clench your teeth and finally let loose of your inhibitions as you roughly pull his hair, pulling strands from their roots. You press down hard on his nose, digging it into your clit as you jackknife your hips back and forth against his face.

“Copia!” Your eyes roll back a moment, and you feel his other hand come to join its pair at your ass before he roughly pushes and pulls your hips to ride his face harder. You’re flattered that he would go on to ignore his own pleasure over yours and imagine just how hot and red his dick must be, laying and twitching against his stomach.

Copia responds with a very submissive and pornagraphic grunt, noisily slurping at your wetness

“You’re gonna make me - I’m gonna…” Your warnings cut off as your lower stomach starts to quiver and your thighs burning from the position only accentuates the mounting fire in your loins before it lets go and you scream.

He still rocks your hips before one hand leaves your ass and you turn to look over your shoulder to watch him furiously beat himself off, hand moving fast enough for his fingers to blur. He rolls his thumb across the head and strangles his shaft before giving a growling moan. His cock head turning a deep reddish purple and you know he’s close, chasing after release at breakneck speeds.

You take mercy on him and remove yourself from his face, sitting gently on his chest.

“Come for me, baby.” You plead and run your fingers gently through his locks and earn a quivering moan that borderline sob. His eyes tightly closed and eyebrows pinched. You feel cum splatter against your lower back and feel his stiffening muscles go loose and relaxed. You move to get off of him, satisfied.

Then his hand comes back to grab you again by the hip.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He growls, tugging you by your waist until your cunt is back against his chin. He buries his head back between your trembling thighs and gives them a small nip.

“Sit back down. This ride isn’t over until I say it is.”

Looks like your nice slow ride has now turned into a race.

[rosyjuly]

approximately one million years ago you wrote a little 3 sentence fic about office workers George and Alex and I’m wondering how things are going for them IF you had any divine musings

Wolff finally takes mercy on them; hires three people for social media management. It’s only taken George half a year and two ppt-s to convince him that being under 30 doesn’t automatically qualify you as competent, and anyway his age is a depreciating asset. But they’re here now, and it’s great – they love to feature him, still, but at least it’s not him who has to edit the godforsaken TikTok videos to perfectly match the audio. 

The only downside is that with the new colleagues, they desks no longer fit into the corner of the second floor where George has been withering away for the past two years. It wouldn’t make sense to separate the comms team, so Claire makes them move up to the third. It makes more sense to be with the marketing team, anyway, she says. But now they have got the sales department on the other side, and in the open-plan office there’s just a lot more calls George has to listen to while he drafts the copies for the latest campaign. It makes him miss the data analysts. 

For the first few weeks, it’s not that bad. He either gets lunch with the new coworkers, trying to get to know the boys and girls in the marketing team, or has half a pack of crisps while trying to finish a press release, wiping his hand after every bite to avoid staining his laptop. Then the onboarding finally finishes and he doesn’t need to spend two hours each day to explain the ropes to Frederik. 

All of a sudden, he looks around, watches everyone else type away or nod at their screens with their most faux-genuine face, and he feels deeply, excruciatingly alone. He picks up his phone, opening the WhatsApp thread with Alex. Instead of the steady flow of texts, he can see the date annotated after every message or two. 

He’s told himself that the distance might do them good; that it’ll be healthy to stop looking over at Alex after every joke he cracks, that he shouldn’t be so attuned with Alex’s tea refills. A pint or two on Fridays would still be fine – hunched over a barrel in lieu of a table on the pavement, shoulders pressed together and complaining about the bloody ridiculous prices. But he didn’t expect this. The hollow, tender part in his ribcage that feels half-filled with regret as he thumbs through Alex’s texts about how he didn’t know Quality Assurance could be so bad, and maybe George should still be doing that much overtime if it meant that Alex didn’t have to listen to one more overzealous phone apology. 

You think Sales is much better? he sends back. It’s just past noon. Wanna grab an early lunch? 

YES. You won’t believe the bs Marko pulled this morning, Alex sends back almost immediately. 

George shuts his laptop, doesn’t announce that he’s getting food for once, lest someone tries to join him. Walking back into data analysis should not make anyone feel fond, yet here he is; the philodendron on Patrick’s desk has a new leaf. 

“Here to pick Alex up?” Patrick asks, pushing his headphones back. It makes George’s stomach warm, both with embarrassment and, mortifyingly, with pride. 

“You know how he is,” he tells Patrick, “gets lost in those Excel sheets and I’ll starve to death.” 

“I’m ready, shut up,” Alex says, saving his work with a few efficient motions. “First person to complain about me in the sheets, I’ll tell you that–” 

“And how would I know?” George asks, trying to ignore the hot shiver that runs up his spine. Alex whips around and George almost walks into his chest; when he raises his eyes, Alex is looking at him with his head tilted, like he’s a pattern Alex needs to find in a set of corrupted data.

[eluvvvy]

Randy meeks thoughts...

Thinking about Randy from Scream.

How loud would he be? We all know how much of a big mouth he has, would that mean he's equally as vocal in the bedroom? Or maybe he's surprisingly quiet, that big mouth doing nothing but hanging wide open in pleasure.

"Baby please... oh-oh god-!" Randy threw his head back, his mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure as he is rubbed through his jeans, already sensitive despite just having started. "What's wrong? Cat caught your tongue, Randy?"

What is he into? Would he want to be dominated? Well, that should be obvious, but how far is he willing to go? Is he more of a vanilla type of guy, or is there something else in the back of his mind that he's always wanted to try?...

"Randy~ if you keep disobeying me I'm gonna tie you up. No touching without my permission, you don't want me to tie you up... or do you?" Randy whined at that, dropping his hands from your waist in fear of the punishment that you had threatened. Even though he listened to your command, Randy couldn't help his mind from wandering to you on top of him, tying him up and having your way with him. Maybe next time he wouldn't take his hands away, just to see if you'd go through with it...

Does Randy like PDA? Would he be embarrassed or get flustered? Imagine how cute it would be, to stop by to see your boyfriend at the video store he works at, only to have him falling apart after a small kiss and whisper in his ear. He'll be blushing red the rest of his shift.

"Hey, what're you doing over here?" Randy spoke up from behind you, he was doing his typical run-through of the store, putting movies that were placed in the wrong spot back where they belonged until he spotted you in his favorite section, horror. "What, am I not allowed to come visit my boyfriend anymore?" you teased, turning your body fully towards him and handed him a movie. "I'm picking out a movie for us to watch tonight after your shift, is this one any good?" Randy smiled at you and looked down at the box 'Wes Cravens' New Nightmare'. Randy hummed approvingly. "Yeah, that's a pretty good one, I'll bring this and some snacks to your place after my shift." Just as Randy was just about to head over to the front desk to rent the video you pulled him back by his wrist. Before Randy could question you, your arms were wrapped around his neck and pulling him down into a deep kiss. Automatically Randy's hands went to your hips, Leaning further into the kiss. You pulled at his short hair, disconnecting the kiss in the process. Randy let out a small groan at the feeling of you pulling at his hair "Y/n... I'm at work" he squeaked out already feeling a little hot and bothered by the interaction. You just chuckled, leaning in enough to whisper in his ear. "God, I can't wait to spend all night with you tonight~" And with that you left the store, leaving an extremely flustered Randy standing in the aisle. He went to pick up the movie he had dropped only to be met with an uncomfortable tightness when he bent over. Noticing the growing hardness in his pants Randy groaned. He still had four more hours left of this shift. "Shit..."

But these are just thoughts anyway...

[kaycode1999]

Hey, I’m doing a LMK matchup! :3 I’m not sure how to really do this so please bear with me 😅

Appearance: I have black hair, dark brown eyes and I’m about 5,2 or 5,3.

Pronouns: My pronouns are she/her.

Aesthetic: I would say my aesthetic is dark colors, the colors for example like black and red or even pink.

Hobbies: I really like to draw a lot, I like going out sometimes, going shopping, going to the movies, I like playing video games. I’m into learning about science like biology. Astronomy is also a passion of mine too.

Type: I want my type to understand me, who will be there for me, who can give me affection when I’m feeling down or when I’m in a mood but not someone who’s too affectionate. Not overboard affection if that makes sense. But I would like my type to be into physical affection too, like giving hugs or holding hands, I would like my type to be taller then me and maybe a bit muscular (lol) and maybe have their personality match mine too.

My personality: I’m nice and chill. But I can be sometimes hyper over some topics that make me really talkative. When I first meet someone I’m really shy and quiet but after I warm up to them once we talk more or see each other alot. I’m sarcastic sometimes, either playful or when I’m annoyed. I can get annoyed easily at times. I sometimes have a bit of a temper over things like arguments but I cool down after a few minutes. I care for the people I love and will always be there for them when they need me when they need help or when there going through something. I will say I get emotional too, or get anxiety easily.

(I hope that was a good 😭🥲🥹)

I match you with

The one and only Monkey King

He doesn't mind going shopping with you to get stuff you want. YOU being operative word because he already has way too much junk he has to get rid of.

He definitely likes going to see a movie or playing video games with you MORE though. Because he doesn't like being in crowds where he feels suffocated

If you're in a movie theater he’ll definitely hold your hand and snuggle with you because he feels more calm having you closer to him

THERE IS NO LOVE IN WAR! JK, but seriously he doesn't care if you're his significant other, you mean nothing to him in the context of video games😂😂 If you give him the chance to take you out he will

I think you being interested in science makes him become more intellectually curious so if you bring something up he definitely wants to hear about it

Have a little star-gazing date and he’ll tell you all about the old legends and mythology behind different stars, the moon, and constellations

Any drawings you make for him will go up on the wall right next to the pictures of him and his friends and you

He's been on his own for a really long time so it takes him a little time to get used to giving and receiving affection but once he is whatever affection you want is yours.

He doesn't even have to look at you to know if you're feeling down, he can just feel your aura so to speak so whenever you're down he just automatically says “ Come here” with a smile and holding his arms out to you

He's kind of tall I think so expect the teasing about your height to be relentless because he thinks its adorable

He's very sarcastic and playful just like you and even though it's hidden under fur he's pretty fit and muscular

He understands you being reserved at first, but once you start warming up to him and being more talkative it makes him really happy to know you're comfortable around him

When you get hyper and talkative he really thinks its so cute. He’ll listen to you forever with the biggest heart eyes

There are a few specific things that push his buttons and that causes him to have a temper as well though its rare you would ever do something to upset him. He doesn't judge you for having a temper because he understands it. He’ll give you the space you need to calm down if you get heated.

He admires how much you care for others and cares for you just as much.

If he notices you getting anxious he doesn't mind just jumping on his cloud and taking you somewhere more calming though he tries to do it as graciously as possible. If he can't get you somewhere more calming quickly he’ll take your hand and do some grounding exercises if you need it

[spelllingandthemysteryschool]

hello! what is your ranking of the rv title tracks, im curious to know, unless you've posted it before im sorry 😭

hi! 🌟 oh my goodness i spent quite a while on this because i am TERRIBLE at ranking things and i also had a lot to say... but here you go! disclaimer that i genuinely love red velvet’s discography to pieces and even the songs that are ranked lower on this list are among some of my favorites. i also decided not to include their japanese singles, solos, subunits, or sm station releases to make things a little easier for myself. you may notice that chill kill does not feature on the list & that’s because it hasn’t been out for long enough for me to ascertain my feelings towards it just yet! okay soooooo with all that out of the way . here are my thoughts 🦢

russian roulette - ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS OF ALL TIME. i got into red velvet immediately after hearing this back in 2016 & showed it to absolutely everyone i knew because i was so completely head-over-heels for it... i adore its playful synthiness and how bubbly and sweet their voices sound here, i LOVE its accompanying music video of course. when i think of kpop at its very best i think of russian roulette by red velvet!

automatic - i’m forever blown away by this song like it is literally perfect to me… smoldering, minimalist, effortlessly beautiful. i can’t believe they put this out so early in their careers, like genuinely what a feat. i love it so much

rookie - i feel like rookie is strangely underrated & i never understood why? it’s fun, it’s cute, it’s silly, it’s extremely loopable. really excellent instrumental imo and it shines even through their vocals… the strong bassline and brassy chorus in particular are highlights for me. also i think seulgi had a lot of fun this era in particular and it was so nice to see!

one of these nights - i absolutely love the creative direction of its music video & the song itself cemented rv as some of my favorite vocalists ever. easily one of their best title tracks, red or velvet. like it’s just perfect… melancholic and soulful and utterly magical

rbb (really bad boy) - i think this is one of their singles that best shows off their vocals… belting, shrieking, breathy whispering, chanting… the harmonization, the adlibs… so cunt, so interesting to listen to, so all over the place in the best way possible! no other group could have done it

umpah umpah - okay i personally feel that this is their best title track of the original festival trilogy in addition to their best summer single… never fails to lift my spirits, like it’s so joyful and unabashedly fun! i love that it sounds like it’s from a musical and i don’t mean that sarcastically at all

dumb dumb - literally one of the most unique kpop tracks like how many other songs can you think of that sound like this. still SO genuinely novel and exciting to listen to for its quirkiness and nonstop momentum that just builds and builds and builds

bad boy - very evocative of a particular moment in kpop but it aged like a fine wine! delicious to hear then & delicious to hear now… swaggering and silky and impeccably produced. i also think that the styling & sets for this music video were heavily imitated afterwards with songs of lesser quality from other groups. rv 🔛🔝

be natural - SO GOOD... sleek and sultry and understated. i also really love the way the music video is filmed and i think it belongs in the criterion collection. i’m ranking this a little lower than it deserves maybe by virtue of it being a cover rather than an original song and also because of taeyong’s rap

peek-a-boo - PEOPLE DIED. i feel like it’s almost impossible to listen to this without thinking of its music video—not at all a detriment because it’s a complete delight to watch. very catchy and clever and cool despite not being particularly upbeat. i feel like… again… it’s one of those songs where i can’t imagine a group other than red velvet putting out a comeback like this. it’s so them

feel my rhythm - love the structure of this song so much… brings together so many unexpected elements so elegantly. the noisiness caught me off guard a little bit when it came out but now i love the way they transition between the pots-and-pans quality of the verses and the orchestral ambience of the choruses. it really does feel like a frenetic, enchanting festival

power up - SO SILLYYYYY i’m a fan! i love songs with video game-inspired instrumentals & power up is one that’s fast and upbeat and summery and impossible not to dance along to. the japanese version in particular does something to my brain

birthday - i really did not like this when it first dropped but i enjoy it a LOT now… it feels like it’s building up to something it never really reaches but despite this i think it’s so catchy and bold & i love the sample the song is built around

ice cream cake - okay honestly very fun and i loved it back in the day but i don’t find myself listening to it a ton now... really enjoyed the collective blonde moment though & how ahead-of-the-curve they were with its noisy instrumentals!

queendom - i do think the lyrics can get a little corny and it’s not among their strongest title tracks, but it’s cute and easy listening vibes to me and there are some really wonderful vocal moments here and there!

psycho - good song but it was super overplayed a few years ago and it’s sonically not as interesting as their other singles. i know some people feel it’s their best but i don’t agree because i feel like i prefer songs with less muddied instrumentals. very quintessentially rv though, if that makes sense!

zimzalabim - was this a bad song… NO. do i like it that much… ALSO NO. the bridge is stunning though, one of their prettiest bridges ever, and i loved the satanism accusations that were flying around when it first dropped

red flavor - super popular, i know, and i do think it’s nice and nostalgic still, but i don’t feel it’s their best summer track and don’t actually listen to it all that much… oops. i love the twinkling sounds in the chorus but it has an empty and echoey quality to it at certain points that i find i’m not the biggest fan of

happiness - kind of a lackluster debut sorry... i do like the refrain and the pre-chorus though so the only time i ever seek out this song is when i wanna hear that bit... like yes joy! exactly joy!

[lunarsun12]

The Meat Thief

Masterlist

The kids were so excited to eat that really expensive meat. Which Yeosnag stumbled upon 2 days ago and Seonghwa promised to make them Korean BBQ.

When Seonghwa gave Yunho meat duty, he noticed the meat was gone and someone left the note with ‘sorry’ with a smiley face at the end. Yunho immediately knew who it was and automatically blamed it on Wooyoung.

Wooyoung couldn’t believe he got framed like that, as he practically saw San carrying outside and got kicked out of the balcony.

Wooyoung refused to let San getaway with this! Why did San steal the meat?

Back at Ateez Family Chat

Today 21:00

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: EVERYONE GET YOUR BUTT HERE. LET ME EXPLAIN!

Yeosang🍗: I should have made Yunho burn your Jimin album. When I had the chance

Yunho🐶: Wooyoung, what there to explain. It has you written over it! You the one who stole the expensive beef and ate it for yourself

Mingi🦄: Wooyoung did? I thought I saw San carrying it to grill outside

Yunho🐶: Mingi, stop defending Wooyoung! It’s obvious it was him

Jongho🍎: Yunho has point, San has never done nothing wrong unless wooyoung put him up to it!

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: Mingi is right!! It is San! He is the one who stole it!

Jongho🍎: Wooyoung bro, I know you hate the fact San is not really yours but you have to accept. He has grown up

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: AISH ASK THE MAN HIMSELF! He will own up, after I talked to him

Few mins later…

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: Remember what we agreed on

San🗻: Remember what? Ohhh yeah, Wooyoungie made me stole it ^_^

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: That not what we discussed!!

Seonghwa🌸: Kids calm down, Mingi is right. It was San who stole it!

Yunho🐶: Say what?

Yeosang🍗: Did wooyoung order him to do it…?

Seonghwa🌸: No wooyoung didn’t order him anything…I just happen to saw San hopping away happily saying ‘I am a smarty pants’

San🗻: Eomma you have no proof!

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: I checked the old man phone. Cause I know he has been spying on us again…I got video to prove it

Wooyoung sends the video…

Yunho🐶: Well this is unexpected…

Yeosang🍗: Never trusted that cute face

Yunho🐶: You thought San was cute?

Yeosang🍗: Huh? I-I didn’t say anything. That other spawn of Wooyoung…

Mingi🦄: YOU SEE! I wasn’t lying and you all started to gang up on me 😭😭

Jongho🍎: We didn’t gang up on you…

Mingi🦄: Huh? I saw San rallying up you all to annoy me…

Yunho🐶: Oh he must misheard the convo, to grab him so we can gang up on San…

Seonghwa🌸: He hasn’t been the same, after Toby is gone. Why did you steal it?

San🗻: Ermmm? Cause I was hungry and prove I can be smart without wooyoung

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: San is a good child, he must want to surprise you all

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: The surprise is in his stomach!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: He means no harm, plus that meat is expired. I forgot to throw it out

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: It wouldn’t have gone to waste, if someone stop snooping into other people business…. so dinner was cancelled

Seonghwa🌸: Hongjong, my bestie calls! I can’t have anymore kids running around (see seonghwa therapy session here)

Yunho🐶: I am now less annoyed that we didn’t get to eat it

Yeosang🍗: Only somone who is this dumb, didn’t see the expiry date

San🗻: My stomach doesn’t feel good now

Jongho🍎: So is mine…

Seonghwa🌸: JONGHO? You ate some of it too?

San🗻: I shouldn’t have listened to Jongho, when he said I should steal the meat!!

Jongho🍎: Yah! It was for good cause!!

Jongho🍎: I deal you with later after my trip to the bathroom

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: I knew it! It always Jongho using my San for his misdeed

Yeosang🍗: You do that as well 24/7 especially against me!!

Yunho🐶: Thanks to Woosan, I have to be on Yeosang + Mingi watch…

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: I think we learn a valuable lesson here. Learn to share and you won’t end up like them

Seonghwa🌸: Orrr don’t be like your Appa and is too lazy to throw things out

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: What about the sharing part?

Seonghwa🌸: Hongjong? Have you been living under a rock. Sharing does not exist in this household after Wooyoung…

[yuri-is-online]

Thank you for the good luck! I'll need it! 🤗

And Oh no you are DEF right with the game assuming you're a Straight Dude. Like the narrative and characters just treat women a certain way (*cough* MISOGYNY *cough*) so when they don't treat the female MC the same way, for better or worse, it's just very obvious the male MC is the default mode.

I also got wu zetian from that banner too and she's some barely covered loli and i literally said out loud "i hate this fucking game" 😒 automatically

*continues to play it*

wu zetian specifically makes me so mad because she HAS an adult design:

look at this bitch. she has a body count, she is the moment, I would do everything she says and listen to her murder and torture discussions GLADLY but no we get loli because the people who make this game are degenerates who I should be allowed to run over with my car.

so when they don't treat the female MC the same way, for better or worse, it's just very obvious the male MC is the default mode.

I feel like what you said should be common sense but the amount of people who I have seen online just not get it hurts. Like no I don't want to be harassed in a video game, but if the male characters are supposed to be here for me how am I supposed to feel when they don't even acknowledge I exist when they are too busy going after Mash, something you ALSO HATE but not for the reason I wish you would. AND IF I AM GOING TO BE FLIRTED WITH BY WOMEN I WANT IT TO BE ACTUAL YURI AND NOT A STRAIGHT MAN'S IDEA OF IT FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!!!!!!!!

I have been riding the high of sassy shin carrying me through the air in 2017?'s halloween event for years now and my one major regret is that I think I missed out on getting his summer outfit because I wasn't playing:

(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡ i abandoned my boy for another boy with the same voice actor. Literally I got so fed up with fgo and I saw Floyd had the same va as Assassin of Shinjuku and since it was Beans Day and he had an SSR on rate up I jumped ship. And I have yet to look back

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(╥﹏╥)(╥﹏╥)(╥﹏╥) i am so sorry i failed you my love