#Ong Hung

[totally-not-peter-parker]

I'M LATE 😭😰😩 @robin-5-technically

HOLD ON I'M STILL DOWN FOR THAT TEST IF YOU ARE-

[pastryslutsupreme]

you know your mental is getting bad when you start looking longingly at twilight sparkle in mlp eps thinking “fuck she’s so much better at friendship than me” and getting really sad

[pleaseget-out]

Imagine ur upset that I still wanna kill myself on the day I historically wanna kill myself most bc you didn’t follow thru with a single thing you said we were gonna do together today!!!

[theonottsbxtch]

MADE IT OUT ALIVE | FC43

an: okay so this is so late but this is the thing i asked if you guys wanted to read which is a blow by blow of my situationship but make it franco colapinto lol. had it actually been him ong it would hve lasted longer i swear.

wc: 2.4k

SHE FIRST MET HIM in the humid chaos of Singapore. The paddock buzzed under the relentless sun, and the air was thick with the sounds of engines screaming and the staccato click of cameras. It was just another race, just another weekend. She was there with her usual kit—a clipboard tucked under one arm, a microphone in hand, and that practiced, effortless smile plastered on her face.

But then he walked up.

Franco was late, sauntering into the media pen like he owned the world. A half-zipped race suit hung loose around his waist, his hair a mess of sweat and confidence. The kind of man who seemed to know exactly how magnetic he was.

When she spoke to him, it wasn’t just her voice that carried the questions. It was the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the way she leaned forward just a little too far. She hated herself for it, but it was instinctive—like gravity. And when he answered, smirking at her with eyes that lingered a second too long, she knew she was already in trouble.

For a month after, she said nothing. She told herself it was better that way. Just another fleeting crush; it would fade. But the silence was deafening, and one night, sitting alone in her hotel room with the glow of her laptop casting shadows on the walls, she finally sent the text.

Nothing complicated, nothing vulnerable. Just a joke about his race start and a winking emoji.

It took him eight minutes to reply. Eight minutes that stretched into eternity, her phone burning a hole in her hand. When the screen lit up, her heart raced. And so, it began.

The first texts were harmless. Banter about his pit stops, teasing remarks about his qualifying performance. It didn’t mean anything. Not then. But soon, her phone became a lifeline, each ping a jolt of adrenaline. He wasn’t always quick to respond, but when he did, his charm oozed through every word. And when he called her “trouble” for a particularly sharp comment, she swore she felt her stomach flip.

But Franco didn’t text first. Not once.

It was her who built the bridge. Her who asked how he was doing after a rough weekend, her who sent a meme about the top three at 1 a.m., her who tried to hold on when he drifted too far. And when he answered, when his words carried the flirtatious edge she’d started to crave, it felt like winning. A small victory in a war only she knew she was fighting.

It took weeks of careful persistence before he started calling her a friend. He even said it once, casually, in passing: “You’re fun. I like hanging out with you. You’re a good friend.” She had smiled so hard her cheeks hurt, ignoring the way her chest ached at the word “friend.”

The next time Franco offered to drive her back to her hotel, she tried not to read into it. The streets of Monaco were deserted, the night wrapped in a blanket of stars. He turned the music low, one hand on the wheel, the other drumming a beat on his thigh. She stole glances at him when she thought he wouldn’t notice.

At the hotel, she reached for the door handle, but his voice stopped her.

“You ever wonder how you ended up here? Like, in all of this?” He gestured vaguely toward the brightly lit paddock in the distance, his expression softer than usual.

“All the time,” she replied, her words quiet, like a confession. “And you?”

He just shrugged. “Sometimes.”

The silence stretched thin between them, his gaze fixed on the steering wheel. She thought he might say more, but he didn’t. He never did.

The nights like that came sporadically, each one a thread that bound her closer to him, though he didn’t seem to notice. She would stay awake until 3 a.m., talking to him about everything and nothing, feeling like she’d finally cracked through his armour. But then morning came, and he would pull back, as if they were strangers again.

It broke her in ways she couldn’t describe, the whiplash of his attention. One day, he’d invite her to meet his parents—his parents, for God’s sake—and charm them so completely she’d feel like she belonged in his world. The next day, he’d brush past her in the paddock without a glance, as if she were invisible.

She called him out once, in the heat of an argument after a particularly long day. “Why do you do this?” she demanded, her voice sharper than she intended. “Why do you act like you care, and then…then act like I don’t exist?”

Franco looked at her, genuinely confused, like she was speaking a language he didn’t understand. “I don’t know what I did wrong,” he said, his tone maddeningly casual.

And that was the problem, wasn’t it? He didn’t know.

Now, sitting in her apartment far from the glamour of the paddock, she looked at her phone. His name still sat at the top of her blocked contacts list. She had stopped unblocking him just to read old messages. She had stopped pretending his words still had the power to hurt her.

She scrolled through her gallery, past blurry selfies with drivers and candid shots of pit lane chaos. Then she saw it—a photo of him. Taken on some idle afternoon in Abu Dhabi, sunlight catching the curve of his smirk. Once, she would have stared at it for hours, dissecting every detail.

Now, it was just a picture.

The flirty texts that used to make her heart race were nothing more than hollow echoes. She had given him everything—her time, her patience, her heart—and he had taken it all without a second thought. But she wasn’t angry anymore. She wasn’t sad. She was free.

For the first time in years, she closed her eyes and didn’t see him.

Freedom wasn’t the grand epiphany she thought it would be though. It didn’t come with fireworks or triumphant music. It crept in slowly, like the way morning light slips through the cracks of blackout curtains—soft and almost unnoticed at first. But once it was there, she couldn’t unsee it.

The texts stopped hurting long before she blocked him. She realised, one day, as she was reading through an old conversation for the hundredth time, that his words didn’t have the same weight anymore. The “miss you” he had sent after a particularly bad fight felt hollow, like an echo of a voice she used to love. The nicknames that once made her cheeks flush now sounded mechanical, calculated. She read them as if they were addressed to someone else entirely.

And maybe they always were.

She thought of the girl she’d been two years ago, standing in the Singapore paddock, heart racing just from the sound of his voice. That girl wouldn’t recognise her now. The woman she had become was sharper, tougher, less willing to bend herself into unrecognisable shapes just to fit into someone else’s life. She wasn’t bitter—bitterness was too much like holding on. She was just…done.

The next time she saw him, it was on her television, a post-race interview in Austin. He was standing next to another interviewer, flashing that same practiced smile he’d once aimed at her. She noticed the way his hand brushed against the microphone, the way he leaned in just slightly, like he was sharing a secret only they were worthy of hearing.

She laughed, quietly to herself. She had memorised every one of his tricks, his arsenal of charm, his arsenal of lies. The thought used to hurt. Now, it just felt like watching an actor on a stage, performing a role he’d rehearsed a thousand times.

The interviewer asked him a question about the race—a tough one, about a strategic error that had cost him a podium. His smile faltered for a second, and she caught the flicker of irritation in his eyes. He recovered quickly, answering with a mix of deflection and humour. But she saw it. She knew him well enough to spot the cracks in his armour.

Once, she would have texted him after something like this. She would have reached out, offered some ridiculous joke to make him laugh. Once, she would have stayed up until dawn listening to him vent about how the team screwed him over.

Now, she just changed the channel.

Months passed, and Formula One kept moving. New races, new faces. She kept moving, too. She started saying yes to invitations she used to decline, let her friends pull her into adventures that didn’t end with her glued to her phone, waiting for a reply that might never come.

At a café in Paris, during a rare off-weekend, she caught herself laughing—really laughing, the kind that left her cheeks sore and her chest light. Her friend across the table raised an eyebrow.

“What?” she asked, still grinning.

“You just seem…different,” they said, stirring their coffee. “Like you’re finally letting yourself breathe.”

She thought about that for a moment, about the weight she hadn’t realised she’d been carrying until it was gone. “Yeah,” she said, her smile softening. “I think I am.”

The season wrapped in Abu Dhabi, as it always did, the desert sun blazing down on the circuit. She stood in the paddock, microphone in hand, interviewing a rookie who had just secured his first career points. The excitement in his voice was infectious, his grin wide enough to split the sky.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to find Franco standing there. The flirt. He looked the same—effortlessly handsome, his hair slightly tousled, his race suit tied around his waist. But something was different.

Or maybe it was just her.

“Hey,” he said, his voice as smooth as ever. “Long time, no see.”

“Yeah,” she said, her tone polite but detached. “It’s been a while.”

He hesitated, as if expecting her to fill the silence with something else. When she didn’t, he gestured to her microphone. “Still asking the tough questions?”

“Always,” she replied, flashing him the same professional smile she gave every driver.

For a moment, he just looked at her, like he was trying to read something in her expression. But whatever he was searching for, he didn’t find it.

“Well, I’ll see you around,” he said, offering her that same practiced smirk.

She watched him walk away, his swagger as unshakable as ever. But for the first time, it didn’t make her heart skip a beat. It didn’t make her feel anything at all.

That night, as she packed up her things and prepared for the long flight home, she caught herself humming a tune. The melody was bright, unburdened. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this light.

She wasn’t thinking about him anymore. And that was the best gift she could have given herself.

She swung her bag over her shoulder, the wheels of her suitcase clattering softly as she pulled it down the quiet hallway of the hotel. The race weekend was over, the desert sun outside already setting, casting long shadows through the thin gaps in the curtains. Her flight was in a few hours, and she was looking forward to the silence of the plane—a reprieve from the buzz of engines and voices that had filled her days for months.

As she turned the corner, she heard it. Muffled at first, but unmistakable: raised voices behind one of the doors.

She paused, her steps faltering despite herself. She wasn’t the type to linger, wasn’t the type to pry. But something about the tone—sharp, exasperated, and yet heartbreakingly familiar—made her stop.

It was Franco’s voice.

Even muffled, she could recognise the rhythm of his words. And then she heard hers, the other voice. The journalist from the interview, the one who had been laughing with him so effortlessly, so naturally, in the paddock earlier that day.

She didn’t mean to listen, but the words cut through the barrier of the door like they were meant for her to hear.

“I’m not ready for something serious,” he was saying, his voice tinged with frustration.

“Then why do you act like you are?” the journalist shot back, her voice trembling. “Why do you text me every night? Why do you call me at 2 a.m. and tell me things you won’t tell anyone else? Why do you—why do you make me feel like there’s something here?”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she was there again—standing in front of him in the parking lot of a Belgian hotel, her heart in her throat, her voice cracking as she asked the same questions.

“Why do you stay up till 3 a.m. with me?” she had said, her words sharp with frustration and hurt. “Why do you only reply to my messages after a bad race? Why do you treat me like everything I want, but never follow through?”

His answer had been maddeningly simple. “I don’t know.”

Listening now, she realised it wasn’t a unique script. He hadn’t given her anything special, anything real. It was the same dance, the same empty promises, the same threadbare excuses. The realisation hit her like a punch to the gut—not because she missed him, but because she had once thought she could fix him. She had believed she was different.

And now, another woman was standing where she had been. Another woman was asking the same questions and feeling the same ache.

She didn’t linger. She started walking again, her pace quicker now, as if trying to outrun the flood of memories. But as she stepped into the elevator and the doors slid shut, she felt a pang of something she hadn’t expected: pity.

Not for herself. For the journalist. For every person who would stand in that hallway, in that argument, hoping for answers he would never be able to give.

By the time she reached the lobby, the pity had faded into something lighter. Acceptance, maybe. Relief. She wasn’t the one standing there anymore. She wasn’t trapped in that endless loop of hope and heartbreak.

For the first time, she realised how far she had come. How much lighter her chest felt now that she wasn’t carrying the weight of him.

the end.

[holyblonded]

consequences of my actions | golden girl

pairings: paige bueckers x black!oc

summary: paige and kenza have to deal with the repercussions of the night before

warnings: none(?)

notes: italics are spanish or Catalan; sorry for the wait i needed a break after the results of the election (we are cooked!) 😍

THE FEELING ON THE SUN AND THE SOFT HUM OF WHATEVER JULIO IGLESIAS SONG WAS CURRENTLY PLAYING, WOKE PAIGE UP FROM HER PEACEFUL SLUMBER.

Paige could tell she was in Kenza's apartment as the distinct aroma of coco butter and lavender circulated the room. The blonde's feet touched the cold floor and she was greeted by the few month old Cane Corso puppy that she and Kenza rescued from a frat house. Paige picked up Draco and carried him to the living area where Kenza was making breakfast. Setting the dog down to eat, Paige snuck up and wrapped her arms around the shorter girl.

"You always wake up so early," Paige complained as she glimpsed at the clock that read 7:24am. "Even on your off days."

Kenza smiled and she transferred the seasoned scrambled eggs to the plate and moved on to cook the salmon. "You know I need my early morning run."

Paige did know that, as it was a habit the girl picked up from her Mami. Kenza and Diana wake up bright and early at 5am to go for a daily run. Whenever her Diana held basketball camps, the same ones Paige attended, the camp would go on the run and it's safe to say Paige is not a morning person. Paige also knew she kept these runs up in Barcelona when she would send her morning pictures of her running to a cafe to get a drink.

Shaking her head at the thought, Paige kissed Kenza's cheek before going to the record player and changing the vinyl to The Supremes. Kenza laughed when Paige danced her was back to island where Kenza set their food down.

Paige grabbed Kenza's hand and pulled the girl to her before anchoring her free hand on the brunette's waist. The pair danced to Someday We'll Be Together. As Paige looked down at Kenza laughing as they clumsily tripped over their feet many times

The two sat at Kenza's island eating area, the freshly cooked breakfast, and the sunlight that streamed through the blinds and onto their skin. Paige's eyes seemed to unintentionally pierce through Kenza's soul while admiring her.

"Paige, you're gonna piss me all the way off if you keep staring at me,” Kenza said in such a sweet tone, "Wack ass blue eyes."

Paige couldn't help but laugh at the out of pocket comment before standing up and taking their plates to the sink. "I hear you, Kenny but we gotta go to the vet remember."

IMESSAGE

real madrid haters 🦅

pro yapper (jaheem)

gavi lover (leo)

mind witch (erykah)

evil twin (gavi)

lioness

KENZ

DID YOU SEE TSR

evil twin

I WAS JUST ABOUT TO SEND IT

pro yapper

aye kenza you gotta get your

lick back and punch that nigga

evil twin

i’m with jaheem

mind witch

NOT THE CURRENT

CONCERN

lioness

ONG

EVERYONE THINKS

YOU AND PAIGE ARE DATING

.... are you 👀

pro yapper

wait a cotton picking minute

they weren't dating all this time?

lioness

...why are you even the gc 🫥

KENZ RESPOND

pro yapper

y'all know she ain't gonna

respond

she's at the vet rn

check her lo

mind witch

WHY DIDNT YOU SAY

THAT EARLIER

pro yapper

alr y'all gonna piss me off

Kenza sighed as she was on the phone with her manager that was rapidly speaking Catalan. Kenza toyed with a magazine at the vet's office, waiting for Draco.

"Caterina, please calm down. You're in town at the office, right? I'll swing by after the vet appointment and we can get it all sorted out, mkay?" Kenza responded in Catalan and decided not to give the older woman a chance to respond. "Great! Bye, love you." Kenza hung up and threw her head back with a groan, running her hands across her face. She glanced at her phone, seeing the Barcelona group chat blow up, likely teasing the baby of the group about the situation. Kenza looked across the room where Paige stood, seemingly dealing with the same situation with her manager.

"Draco has officially gotten his five month shots," the vet announced to Paige and Kenza. With Paige still on the phone, Kenza got up to grab Draco who was seemingly excited as he got a new toy.

"Draco! Were you a good boy?" Kenza crouched down to pet the overly energetic dog as he basically tried to climb her.

"Just make sure to schedule his next appointment," the vet told Paige, who just got off the phone and was standing behind Kenza and Draco.

The pair thanked the vet and strolled to the Kenza's Porsche Cayenne in the parking garage. Paige opened the door for Kenza before putting Draco in her lap.

"My manager and your manager want to meet together," Paige told the girl as she started the car. Paige always drove when it was just her and Kenza. Mostly because Paige was afraid of the way Kenza drove, but also for safety purposes.

Kenza groaned for what felt like the millionth time that day, "Who even recorded that video? This is dumb."

"You come to America to further your education. Yet somehow, you get into more trouble here than Barcelona!" Caterina scolded Kenza like a toddler who drew on the walls. Caterina has been Kenza's manager since she started at La Masia and started to see Kenza as her first born after a while. That being said, whenever Kenza made poor decisions, she got a lecture not only from Alexia but Caterina too. "Nena, do you need another media training course? Because you might be asking for it at this point!"

Kenza stayed silent ask Paige and her manager walked in, making Caterina take a seat, "After this, you will call Alexia and explain to her."

Kenza's head shot up to look her manager in the eye for the first time since she got there. "Cat, no."

"Paige, Kenza, while the situation that occurred isn't a big deal when you look at it, the media has made it one. But, we have found a way to turn this into positive press." Caterina started, crossing her legs, "Both fanbases seem to like you together and we are going to profit on that. In order to outweigh the negativity of the situation, the two of you are going to fake date."

[paetalks]

yn’s ‘no man’ club except she is the only one not having male friends. and she loves that.

masterlist

fun facts:

yn, maki and nobara met in university, at a guest lecture about intersectional feminism (i love our fem queens!!)

nobara and yn are first years, maki is in her second!

maki is a canon girl kisser i am SORRY you cannot tell me she’s straight ong

maki and nobara basically hang out in the same friend group, they all went to the same highschool but started hanging together only in uni

nobara is bffs with itadori and megumi ofc

even if she pretends it’s against her will or something

yn doesn’t have that many friends yet, maki and nobara are her main.

she has a roommate tho? they sometimes speak but yk they aren’t all that into each other

yn is a communication major

and that’s pretty much all.

oh and has already seen fushiguro around bc he’s nobaras friend but like has not spoken to him once and never hung out even if nobara did invite her a couple of times she just didn’t really care. like she isn’t shy she’s just locked in on her degree and not really into the social part of university yet.

it’s only her second semester in the first year tho so

ok byeeeeyeye

[pengujoon]

WHERE YOU BELONG

cont. gojo x reader, fluff, teeny tiny angst if you squint, finest comfort fic. gojo went outstation for some jujutsu work and reader misses him very much, they hug and cuddle at the very end. living together!au. very very sweet ong

a/n. missing gojo so badly rn ughuhgufh

the apartment was shrouded in darkness when gojo returned. the jingle of keys echoed in the quiet space as he opened the door, and the first thing he noticed was the dimly lit room.

the scent of your absence hung in the air, making his heart ache with longing. he had been away for three weeks, and every day had felt like an eternity without you. he whispered, “love...? are you home?”

as he stepped further into the apartment, gojo's keen senses picked up on the hushed sobs coming from the bedroom. panic surged through him, and he quickened his pace, rushing down the hall.

a faint whimper was his only answer as he reached the bedroom door. with concern etched across his features, he didn’t waste a single second to get to you.

he pushed it open, revealing the silhouette of your form on his side of the bed, draped in his hoodies and clothes. moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on your tear-stained cheeks.

“love,” he whispered, his voice filled with worry and tenderness.

gojo moved closer, his footsteps nearly soundless on the carpet. the bag of snacks he had brought back with him from his outstation trip now lay forgotten on the floor.

his hand gently touched your shoulder, fingers brushing against the fabric of his hoodie you were wearing. your trembling form slowly turned to face him, your eyes shimmering with tears as you looked up at him. the sight of your sadness tore at his heart, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

“what's wrong, my love?” gojo murmured, his hand tilting your chin slightly to meet his gaze. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and soothing against your skin. “tell me, i'm here.”

you clung to him desperately, burying your face in the crook of his neck. his scent, his warmth, everything about him felt like a lifeline in that moment. “i missed you so much,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

“i dreamt that you died.” you confessed, tears welling up in your eyes once more.

gojo held you tighter, his arms a protective cocoon around you. he understood the depth of your longing, the ache of being apart for so long. he tightened his hold on you, as if willing to protect you from the lingering fear of that dream.

“i missed you too, my love,” he whispered back, his breath brushing against your ear. “i'm alive, and i'll always be here for you. i promise, i'm not going anywhere. we'll always have each other.”

gojo continued to hold you close, his embrace a steady anchor in the sea of emotions that engulfed you both. your tears stained his hoodie, but he didn't mind. he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips soft against your hair. his soothing touch traced comforting patterns on your back, the rhythmic motion a silent promise of his enduring affection.

you sighed in relief, feeling the tension slowly melt away as he held you close. in the darkness, the two of you found solace in each other's arms, sharing the intimate moments of whispered words, tender kisses, and the feeling of being exactly where you belonged — wrapped in each other's love, with a forgotten bag of snacks at your feet, a testament to his return.

as the minutes turned into hours, gojo continued to hold you close, offering silent comfort. he gently patted your head, his touch soothing as your sobs eventually subsided into quiet sniffles. the weight of your exhaustion began to take hold, and you nestled even closer to him.

the world outside faded away as you lay in his embrace, your breathing gradually steadying. gojo whispered sweet words of reassurance, his lips brushing against your forehead. “shhh, my love. i’m here with you. you can rest now.”

feeling safe and cherished in his arms, you finally succumbed to the exhaustion that had gripped you. your breathing became slow and steady, and your grip on gojo relaxed.

in the peaceful silence of the room, gojo continued to hold you, his love enveloping you like a warm blanket. he brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, gazing down at your peaceful expression with all the tenderness in his heart, .

“i love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with the deepest affection, as if sealing a promise to never let you go. in that moment, the world felt complete, and the two of you were entwined in a love that could withstand any distance or hardship.

urgh my heart. all these posts on pinterest do be making me so lovesick for this man

also felt like if reader had to do what she did after weeks of enduring the pain of being away from her loved one then something big must've happened for her to be shaken to her core so i added in the part where she dreamt he died

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

Hi , its me again , do you think you could write a oneshot or sm about toby ? , like something about toby and the reader fucking while coverd blood during a mission? Like just the smuttiest smut you can make ?

BLOOD - "TICCI" TOBY

Fandom: Creepypasta

Word Count: 1,100

Plot: After the brutal slaying of your victims, Toby can't help but have you.

Warnings: SMUT, blood, oral (male receiving), dubcon, praise

His brown eyes were almost piercing as he looked you up and down. He had that smirk on, the one he wore when he saw something he liked. That something? Well tonight that would be you. The mission had been quite successful, especially for your first one working together. You’d heard Toby had been difficult to work with so you weren't expecting it to go great. You two only hung out when there was a group, so that wasn't exactly often. You'd gotten along for the most part, you'd always thought he was rather annoying but you'd put it aside for tonight.

“C-come c-closer pretty.” His deep voice sang as he moved his blood splattered goggles to the top of his head. You scoffed as you took a step towards the killer, not exactly in the mood for games. You just murdered a whole family after all. It was if you showered in blood with the way he killed the father.

He pulled you the rest of the way to him, his arm snaking around your waist as he whispered a “good girl” against your neck. Toby inhaled your sweet smell mixed with the iron of the dark blood that covered you both, slowly leaving a kiss on the soft flesh.

“Toby what the fuck!“ You tried to push the man off, reminding him that you barely know him and you’re still in the neighborhood, possibly for the eyes of anyone who happened to be near by.

He hummed and continued on, not moving an inch from your push, and certainly not caring about your current location. “W-w-who cares angel? I-it’s nice ‘n late.” He harshly nipped your neck, grabbing your wrist when you went to smack him. "Don't be r-rude. I've waited t-to be alone for sooooooo lo-ong. I've been patient." He growled against your neck. “You know y-you want me t-too.”

“You're fucking crazy.“ You hissed.

A sharp pain shot up your spine as he slammed you against the tree behind the pretty suburban house, biting your neck and slipping his hands under your heavy layers of clothing.

“I'll t-take you whether you wa-ant it or n-not.” He mumbled as he kneaded your soft flesh.

You felt your heart begin to beat against your chest. Were you... Nervous? You didn't really have much of a choice, he made that quite clear. Risk the mission and your life by calling for help, or let him have his way. He certainly wasn't unattractive...

Without giving you any longer he grabbed your hand harshly and drug you back inside the house you’d just left. It wasn't long before he propped you up against the kitchen counter, continuing to ravage your body as he wanted, slipping his hand down your pants and making quick work of your clit.

"Come on Toby- Please-" You begged, half hoping he'd let you go even though his fingers worked absolute wonders.

"Oh angel, y-you're soaked. Y-you really want me t-t-too." He smiled deviously as he continued. You could feel your orgasm quickly approaching. You thought you didn't want him... But your body was betraying you.

"Toby- Oh fuck!" You buried your head in the mans chest as you came. Your heavy orgasm rocking your body and your slick covering his fingers.

"Mmmm... That's rrright pretty. I-I'm not done with y-you yet either." He removed his hand from your pants and slowly licked his fingers, making sure to give you a nice little show which you thoroughly enjoyed even if you refused to show it.

He placed his hands on your blood covered chest, pulling your shirt down so he could smear it across your beautiful skin, rolling your nipples between his thumb and index finger. The red contrasted so well, it made him so painfully hard as he looked you over. Your beautiful tits smeared with blood, moaning from his touch.

Toby wasted no time bending you over the counter and pulling down your pants. You hear the clink of his belt as he undid it, unzipping his pants and letting them fall. Your heart raced in anticipation, it was so loud in your ears you worried he could hear it. He lets out a chuckle as he looks you over once more. He'd thought about this moment for a while.

He'd wanted you.

So. Damn. Bad.

Now was his chance. He pushed in, giving you no time to adjust as he bottomed out. He was all deep groans as he thrusted. You were so warm, so soft, so wet. It was everything he'd imagined from you. His cock was soaked with your juices, making wet slapping sounds as he ruthlessly fucked into you. He loved how lewd this was. Fucking against their victim's white marble counter, smearing blood against it as he thrusted harshly into you. The family dead into the living room in front of you. Your high pitched moans were like music to his ears. There was no reason to be quiet now and the both of you knew it.

"F-fuck you feel s-s-so damn good!" He moaned as he groped your boobs, smearing the blood further than he had previously.

You gripped the counter harshly as he ruined you, giving all of yourself to him with no more complaint. It wasn't long before you let go once again, covering his cock with your juices, falling limp against the counter as he continued. Soon enough he pulled out, leaving you feeling desperately empty as he turned you around, forcing you to your knees.

"I-I'm close Y/N, finish me o-off." He smirked, practically shoving his dick in your mouth. He let you do the rest with his hand in your hair, moaning loudly as you did.

It was only a matter of seconds before he came, pressing your head down so your nose touched his lower abdomen and his cock was buried deep inside your mouth. You dug your nails into his pale thighs with tears escaping your eyes. You swallowed obediently, hoping he'd quit suffocating you if you did. The proxy pulled you off by your hair, admiring how pathetic you looked. Your nose ran, tears falling down your pretty cheeks, on your knees, and your hair a mess from his hands.

"M-my pretty g-girl~" He hummed as he wiped your lip, picking you up and placing you on the counter. "Let's go h-home and take a s-shower huh?" He pulled up his pants, securing his belt before helping you with a smirk. Wiping your extra tears before picking you up in his slender but strong arms and leaving your bloody crime scene.

Okay this took forever but I'm proud of it. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for your asks, I love seeing them 🖤🖤

[indiweb]

𓋜 SPEAKING UP FOR HIM ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ seunghan. san. soobin.

﹙ 많은 ﹚ de multi 𓇼  ׅ ⋆ ࣪   𓏲ּ genre fluff + she!her 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 , 𝑠ℎ𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. ✶ wc 0.3k ╱ © seunitas

꒰ྀི ´ ٥ ˋ ꒱ྀི ・ notes. first post after my short break , hope you guys enjoy it >~<

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝜗ϱ

�� H. ONG ◞ SEUNGHAN

" can you ask for , more whipped cream. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he was already shy to begin with, being an infp and all. despite his towering height, he clung to you like a lost boy. grasping at the seams of your guidance as if it were his life line. he relished in the fact that you understood him better than anything, being able to sit idly and still have you read him like a crystalline book cover. even when out in public, he’d shield behind you, finger curled around your belt loop with your own head held high as you confidently placed his exact order. he never second guessed your judgement, betting his entire existence that you’d know exactly what he wanted each time you went out. and, you always did. it’s what he loved most about you, the fact that you were not only confident in your own judgment for yourself, but also for him when he was unsure of what to do or how to handle things.

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⭒ C. HOI ◞ SAN

" how much longer , until we can leave. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀when you first met the man, you were convinced that he’d be a handful due to his extroverted personality. however, the moment you hit your six month anniversary, he slowly became quieter. not because he was distancing, but because he could trust you wholeheartedly with knowing exactly what to say for him. his trust in you was as strong as a praying mantis to its lovers head, never faulting. as if he were ever to physically be unable to speak, he could rely on you being the one who could truly read him like a book. san thoroughly enjoyed reading, he especially loved going to your local book store and having you pick out some for him as he watched idly behind you. the skim of your fingers would loosely graze each spine until it landed exactly on the one he wanted. some would call it witch craft, how well you knew him. though, you’d just call it true love. as cliché as it sounded.

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⭒ C. HOI ◞ SOOBIN

" um .. im not really , sure , you pick please. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀even when as indecisive as a small child, soobin could give you a simple glance and you’d do an entire 180 turn to the cashier before you, calmly reading off a special order from the menu that hung above their head. he would stand behind you with your pinkies interlocked, odd glances being tossed his way as his 6’1 self cowered behind his girlfriend. it was a peculiar sight for the locals, but none being bold enough to approach the pair as you shot them demeaning daggers. soobin always needed to be in contact with you, no matter where you were. even if you were shopping for him after raiding his closet to see that only half still fit him, he’d be glued to you like a popsicle on a stick, allowing your essence and sole existence melt all over him until all he ever thought about was you. it’s what he loved more than anything, being with and able to rely on you.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝜗ϱ

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[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Hey pookie if you’re accepting reccs en I’m so thirsty… oh my god. I’m just thinking about how Jayce is definitely HUNG. Like where is he hiding this monster ong….

I feel like he would be the most pathetic bitchboy switch too (having big hands, bigger cock, being 6”2, AND being a fucking bottom is the great greed the Bible was talking about)

I’m just imagining him as the most needy, yearning partner when he gets really desperate. I need him to bend me over the nearest flat surface and fuck me absolutely stupid oh my GODDDD

Hey hon 💕💕!!

So my requests are closed at the moment (you can check my masterlist for updates on the request status 👀), BUT I will be opening them for two weeks starting February 1st for my Valentine's Day event ❤️🩷❤️!!

It will be centered around Viktor and Jayce smut, with a LOT of fun prompts for you guys to choose from 😛. So I'm formally inviting you to send another size kink ask with Jayce during the event, because anon, you are 100% right. That man was crafted by the Gods to be equally as massive and hung as he is desperate and pathetic. I need to make him so hard he cries.

Baby boy fucks like he's going to straight up die if he doesn't and I LOVE that about him 🥰🥰🥰

[minxmut-cafe]

SAILOR LOVE

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Words: 2k

Authors note: this song has been stuck in my head PLAYING IN LOOPS ONG. anyways

Synopsis: "On a rainy night, love and dreams collide. As she leaves for Italy, they share one last kiss, bound by fate’s unseen thread. Though distance pulls them apart, their hearts are destined to meet again. A story of longing, passion, and the ties that bind."

The rain hammered against the window in rhythmic patterns, a steady percussion that filled the quiet apartment. The world outside blurred into a mix of shifting lights and wet streets, but inside, it felt as if time had stopped. There was no ticking clock, no reminders of the inevitable. Only them—Jimin and the reader—caught in the heavy silence of a night that felt like a final breath before everything changed.

“And then she came up to my knees—

Jimin stood by the window, his hands resting lightly on the sill. His face was half-shadowed in the dim light, his expression unreadable, but there was a tension in his shoulders that betrayed the quiet storm brewing inside him. His gaze, like the rain, seemed to drift—lost, distant, as if he was trying to hold on to something slipping away.

"—Begging, 'Baby, would you please,"

She sat on the couch, watching him, feeling the weight of the moment as she traced the rim of her glass. Her own thoughts were a whirlwind, torn between the future she was about to embark on and the life she was leaving behind. Italy. Art school. A dream realized, but it was a dream built on a distance that felt insurmountable when she thought of him.

"—Do the things you said you'd do to me, to me?'”

“I can’t believe it’s really happening,” she said softly, breaking the silence. Her voice sounded too fragile in the quiet of the room.

Jimin turned to face her, his eyes darkened with emotion. He moved toward her, his steps slow, as if he wasn’t sure if he should be walking toward her or away. “You don’t have to go, you know,” he said, the words escaping before he could stop them. His voice was barely a whisper, but it hung in the air between them like an unspoken plea.

“Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?”

She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady herself. She wanted nothing more than to stay, to remain in this moment with him, where the future didn’t seem so terrifying. But she couldn’t. She had her dreams, and they were so close now, just a plane ride away.

“I have to, Jimin,” she replied, her voice shaking slightly. “I can’t turn this down. It’s everything I’ve worked for.”

He looked at her, the flicker of hope in his eyes beginning to fade. He came closer, and for a moment, there was a hesitation in his movements, a moment where neither of them spoke, just felt. He reached out and cupped her face in his hands, his touch soft but insistent. “I’ll wait for you. You know that, right?”

“And when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor?”

She swallowed hard, her heart aching at the sound of his voice. She didn’t want to hurt him. She didn’t want to hurt herself either, but the reality was unavoidable.

“I’ll come back,” she whispered, her voice a soft promise. “I’ll always come back.”

There was a long pause between them, the silence thick and heavy, their breaths shallow. Her chest tightened, and she couldn’t hold back the emotion swelling inside of her. He was right—this was tearing her apart.

“I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior.”

He kissed her before she could say anything else, his lips crashing against hers with a force that spoke of desperation. It wasn’t gentle or tender, but it wasn’t rushed either. It was something in between—passionate, desperate, raw. A kiss that said everything they couldn’t say with words.

Her heart raced in her chest, and she felt like she was losing herself in him, in the sensation of being so close, so entirely surrounded by him. She kissed him back with equal urgency, as though her life depended on it.

“My mom says that she's worried, but I'm covered in this favor.”

Jimin’s hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer, the heat between them growing as the kiss deepened. She could feel his pulse, the steady rhythm of his heart pounding against her, and it made her ache with the knowledge that this could be the last time they were this close—this raw, this real.

She pulled back slightly, breathless. “Jimin,” she whispered. “This can’t… this can’t be the last time.”

He looked at her with an unreadable expression, his fingers trembling on her skin. “Don’t go,” he pleaded, his voice a mix of sorrow and longing. “Don’t leave me.”

“And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, but she didn’t know what to say. The reality was that she had to go. She had to pursue her dream, even if it meant leaving him behind. She didn’t want to, but life didn’t work that way. She couldn’t have both worlds.

“I have to go, Jimin,” she whispered, but the words felt empty. She wished she could change everything with just a single sentence, but it wasn’t that easy.

He leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes closed. “I don’t want you to go,” he said quietly, almost to himself.

“I sleep so I can see you, 'cause I hate to wait so long.”

She closed her eyes, trying to absorb the feeling of his arms around her, the warmth of his presence. She knew they couldn’t stay in this moment forever. She knew the time would come when she would have to walk away, but for now, she held onto him as if it was the last thing she would ever do.

Jimin kissed her again, softer this time, but with an aching intensity. His lips were tender against hers, as if trying to remember every detail of their kiss. She kissed him back, her hands tangled in his hair, desperate to feel every inch of him, to make this moment last forever.

“I sleep so I can see you, and I hate to wait so long.”

As they pulled apart, the finality of the moment set in. She could feel the tears burning behind her eyes, but she fought them back, not wanting to fall apart in front of him. She wanted to be strong, to be the person he believed she was.

Jimin gently wiped away a stray tear from her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her skin. “I’ll wait for you,” he said softly, his voice breaking. “No matter how long it takes.”

“Won’t you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?”

They stood there, caught in the tension of their last night together, but neither of them said a word. There was nothing left to say.

Little did they know, the night had tied them together on the ends of a red thread of fate—though their paths would diverge, they would meet again, when the time was right.

As she stood at the door, ready to leave for the airport, she looked back at him one last time. He was watching her with a look in his eyes that made her heart ache.

With one final kiss, she stepped into the night, the rain still pouring down, the world around her shifting into something unfamiliar, but somehow, she knew that they weren’t truly apart.

Not really.

“Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?”

[earlysunshines]

THE MESSAGE IS SO FUNNY 진짜

IKNOW shes 진짜 silly

the funny thing is this friend is the one who literally taught me korean😭😭like via instagram dms but also irl when we had hung out and she literally

girl she goes like IDEK she says sm she’s always like “on 진짜??“ i’m crying this is like me saying “im so pmo” OMFG i can rant ab this i love misusing acronyms i think it’s the funniest thing ever

are you wtf rn like are you seriously ong rn i dont care but to be honest tbh

[recentadultburnout]

Info for writer in Thai series fandom: Random food

I added some pictures on AO3 but not here, but I tried searching in English, and it did show the correct item, so if you want to know what it looks like, you can look it up.

Breakfast

Actually, anything can be breakfast, but this is some of what is frequently viewed as breakfast.

Khao Tom (Boiled rice/Rice porridge)

Joke (Rice porridge/Congee)

Tom lueatmu (Pork Blood Soup)

Khaoniao mu ping (Grilled Pork Sticky Rice)

Khaoniao mufoi (Glutinous Rice with Shredded Pork)

Khai kratha (Pan egg)

Namtaohu songkhrueang (soy milk with topping)

Sandwich boran (thai style sandwich)

and everything westerners consider breakfast.

Northern food

Namphriknum (young chili paste)

Namphrik-Ong (Ong Chili Paste)

Khaepmu (Crispy Fried Pork Rinds)

Sai-Ua (a type of sausages)

Kaengho

Kaenghangle (Hung Lay Curry)

Khanomchinnamngiao

Khaosoi 

Central food

Nam phrik long ruea

Nam phrik kapi

Homok (steamed fish with curry paste)

Thotman (a type of fish ball)

Pucha (deep-fried crab meat and minced pork in crab shell )

Kaengchuet

Kaengphet

Kaengsom

Khaophat (Fried rice)

Yam

Northeastern food (E-san food)

Soup nomai (bamboo shoot soup)

Tomsom (fish soup with ginger)

Kaeng Om

Kaeng Proe (Bamboo Shoot and Yanang Soup)

Kaeng Het (Mushroom Soup)

Kaeng Khai Motdaeng (Red ant egg soup)

Somtam 

Southern food

Kaeng Taipla

Kaengsom

*Kaengsom in the central and southern regions have some differences. Recently, there was even a debate online about whose Kaengsom is superior.

Kaenglueang

Kai Tom Khamin

Khua Kling

Phatsato

Phat Phet Kop

Yam Nam Budu 

Nowadays, every part of Thailand eats everything I mention here, but its origin is still very obvious, and the origin can give some impression about what it will taste like for people who try it for the first time.

Popular Foreign food

Chinese food (some kinda Thai-Chinese more than actual Chinese)

Japanese food

Korean food

Mexican food

Indian food

Vietnamese food

Westerner food (Farang food)

Drink

Green Tea

Iced Tea/Thai Tea

Lemon Tea

Cocoa

Nom yen/Nom chomphu (Pink milk)

Oliang

Yok lor

Coffee boran

Butterfly pea juice

Lemongrass and Pandan Juice

Nam daeng (Red drink) (Hale's blue boy sala flavor)

Nam khiao (Green drink) (Hale's blue boy cream soda flavor)

Bubble tea

Chain Restaurants  

Sizzler

KFC

McDonald’s

Burger King

Starbucks

Subway

Taco Bell 

MK Suki

S&P

Barbecue Plaza

Yum Saap

Fuji restaurants 

Katsuya

Yayoi

Ootoya

Chester’s Grill

Pizza Hut

Pizza Company

Narai pizzeria

Hachiban

Mos Burger

Dairy Queen

Swensen

Easy to find dish

There a type of restuarant call ran-ahan tam sang (ร้านอาหารตามสั่ง) (Cooked to order resturant?) which is basically everywhere and this is a basic almost every those restuarant will have.  

Rice top with fried basil

Fried rice

Stir Fried Vegetables with Rice

Garlic Pork with Rice

Stir Fried Chili Paste

Suki->Thai Styled Sukiyaki (water/dry)  

You can select the type of meat yourself, even if the name includes the word "pork," (it's just a place holder) and you can add extra meat (more of the one you select or something else) or eggs if desired.

Eating utensils

The most common choice are just a spoon and fork. In places like noodle shops, it usually has chopsticks as well. and for steak, a knife.

List of online supermarket site

Index

[dizzyjelly]

My Perfect Girl

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: your friends leave you feeling more insecure than you already were, but Ellie comforts you and yells at your dickhead friends

Cw: body insecurity, mentions of feeling/being fat+ugly, troubles eating

You struggled to breathe as you lied in bed curled into a ball, crying your eyes out. Your crying fit had been a result of a rather hurtful conversation with your "friends." Your body faced the wall as tour hands came to cover your face, your palms wetting with tears. Time passed, you didn't know how much, but you'd heard a voice behind you and the bedroom door creaking open.

"Baby? What's going on, what happened?" Ellies voice was laced with concern and worry as she rushed to your side, rubbing your back.

You sniffled as you turned to face her, tears still streaming down your face as you picked up your phone and opened up your grouochat then handing it to her. Your breaths were ragged and quick as you watched her read, hee brows furrowed in worry quickly arched with anger as she did.

Y/n: guys I feel like I look bad today *image attached*

Ryan: wdym

Rosa: yeah u look the same lol

Y/n: idk like I feel ugly and like fat :(

Ryan: I don't see any difference 💀

Rosa: ong you look like u always do

Ryan: yeah ur just being dramatic lmao

Rosa: she probably just wants attention to be really honest

Ryan: omg you're right tho, fishing for compliments haha

Y/n: guys stop I'm not kidding.

Ryan: come on yk were right

Rosa: yeah just calm down bro

Y/n: whatever I'm done talking to you guys.

"What the fuck." Ellie muttered under her breath.

"Ellie, I look terrible and they're just making fun of me." Your bottom lip quivered.

"Baby, you don't. I promise they're just being assholes for no reason." She tried to reassure you, rubbing at your arm up and down.

You turned away from her, facing the wall again as you cried harder. You couldn't believe a word she said, you just felt insecure. It wasn't the first day you've felt like this, but it never got easier. It was days like these where you couldn't even bring yourself to look in the mirror, shower, or take care of yourself in general.

She let out a deep sigh, bringing a hand to rub your back gently, occasionally combing through your hair with her fingers. She looked at your phone again, then stood to leave the room.

"I'm gonna talk to them." She stated before exiting and calling the group.

Your friends picked up and were confused, seeing Ellies face instead of your own. It's not like they didn't recognize your girlfriend, but they wondered why she was the one calling them.

"Oh hey Ellie." Ryan greeted with a smile.

"Hi. So what the fuck is wrong with you guys?"

Rosa laughed a bit, her brows furrowing.

"What are you talking about?" She asked.

"Whyd you guys say that shit to Y/n? Seriously what kind of fucking friends are you?" She asked in return, as if it was obvious.

"Oh come on, she knows we were kidding!" Ryan argued.

"Yeah, she's probably being dramatic anyways." Rosa chimed in.

"I bet you're only asking because she told you to." Ryan spoke smugly.

"Um, no actually I'm asking because clearly she's upset and you guys are just being assholes. And if she knows you were joking why'd I come home to her crying, hm? Terrible fucking jokes by the way." Ellie argued, feeling angrier at your friends poor reactions.

"She was crying? Oh shit, sorry." Suddenly Ryan seemed to feel bad.

"Yeah you fuckin should be, she's probably gonna be worked uo for days now. Great fucking job you two." And with that Ellie hung up, as she couldn't bear to speak to them any longer.

She shut off your phone and set it at the bedside table, sitting down and glancing over at you as you let out a heavy sigh. You silently cursed as your stomach grumbled.

"Babe, you hungry?" Ellie asked, leaning down to rest her chin on your shoulder.

"No." You lied, shaking your head.

"Ok, well have you eaten today?" She asked, already sure she knew the answer.

"No." You were quiet now, feeling ashamed at your inability to care for yourself, how you know you should be.

"Alright well come on then, let's put something in that belly of yours." She tried to turn you around, take you to the kitchen.

But you wouldn't budge, tears falling from your eyes once again as you shook your head furiously.

"No! I-I'm already fat enough I don't need to eat anymore!" You protested, believing everything you said.

"What? Stop it, that's nonsense and you know it. Come on, just come have something. Please." She frowned as she held your hands in her own, it hurt her to see you so upset.

"I can't." You choked out and she pulled you into a hug.

You immediately leaned into her relaxing touch, wrapping your arms around her back as you nuzzled your head into her shoulder.

"Baby, you can. I know you can, you're stronger than you think. And your body is perfect" She pulled away, holding your face in her hands as she peppered kisses over your face, "I love every part of it, and you. You're amazing and your brain is just lying to you." She reminded you.

"Love you too." You responded, sniffling and leaning your forehead against her own.

You finally followed her to the kitchen, still hesitant but you'd get past that. You sat at the table and watched as she made pasta for the two of you, mainly because she knew it was your comfort food. A smile made its way to your face as she brought over two bowls, giving on to you. Ellie smiled ten times as big as you did, rubbing her thumb over your cheek fondly. It made her happier than anything to see you smiling after you'd had such a tough time that day.

Once you finished eating, Ellie insisted on doing the dishes. You felt bad for not helping out, but she reassured you that she was more than happy to do it herself. She told you to go sit down and pick a movie, and of course you did.

You'd selected something happier, usually you two watched horror together but tonight you just didn't feel like it. You sat with your knees pulled to your chest, a fuzzy blanket engulfing you as you waited for your girlfriend. She was sitting beside you in no time, pulling you into her side. You hummed contently, leaning into her touch with a smile as you leaned your head on her shoulder.

About halfway through the movie, Ellie placed a kiss to your forehead then placed a hand on your chin to make you look at her.

"Is my girl finally feeling better?" She asked.

"Mostly, thank you for helping me." You smiled before leaning in to give her a kiss.

"Of course Baby. You tired yet?" She asked, looking at her watch and noting that it was getting late.

You just nodded before placing your head back on her shoulder and closing your eyes. She chuckled a bit at you, rubbing your side lovingly then letting her head fall against your own as she waited until you fell asleep before carrying you into your shared bedroom. She laid you down then climbed in next to you, pulling you in. You let out a small groan as you hiked your leg over her own, wrapping your arm around her stomach.

A/n: sorry ik it's kinda short! Hope u still liked tho :)))

[ravewing]

flame wings of fire headcanons because i am feeling silly .

hii everypony .. welcome back to my quarterly tumblr post 

- piebald flame wings of fire . it would be so awesome it would be so cool - right handed BUT he would go out of his way to convince everyone else that he was ambidextrous . “noo ochre listen to me i can use my left hand i just dont want to . shut up ochre nobody asked” - transmasc and gay . im not wrong fellas - fatespeaker introduced him to coffee . he tells everyone he hates it but he doesnt - his mom is his best friend . he writes her letters from the hospital he works at - viper gaslit him into thinking that his eyes are slightly different colors . “oh my god pike shut up im serious my eyes are different colors LOOK CLOSER goddamn it” - speaking of pike they r 100% frenemies ,, they argue every night and then they play board games together - speaking of pike AGAIN because i love pike . flame was 100% an older brother figure to him - he probably envied carnelian for her confidence - when he and viper were dragonets they prolly had those dumb matching bff necklaces and then one time he gets pissed off at her and he throws it into the ocean (he cries afterward) - im 100% sure that he was TERRIFIED of onyx . imagine you go to school and then in your winglet theres this grown ass adult - pyrophobic after that one time the nightwings burned down the skywing guard post ,, - scared of being read because then people will think he is weak or sum . idk hes just like me ong - he and viper picked on squid ALL THE TIME . “hey squid truth or dare . i dare you to eat that pile of cow shit over there or we’ll tell nautilus that youre a pussy” - prolly hung out with tamarin a couple times . shes his therapist friend - DEATHLY allergic to red tide . the one time the talons of peace were camping by the ocean he was sneezing the whole time “flame go away youre sick we dont want you here” “SHUT UP OCHRE im not sick its my ALLERGIES” - 100% doesnt know how to handle emotions so he bottles ts up and takes it out on random ass people (usually fatespeaker) - he loves trinkets . when he was younger he’d probably scavenge for whatever he could find and then give it to his mom like those cats who bring you dead animals - cries a lot probably - shiftywing said that flame would wear an eyepatch this one time and i could not agree more - introduced pike to hot topic . “flame are you SURE i can wear a spiked collar in public . queen coral would pull out my teeth” “good i hope she does” - he used to have like one million piercings and then viper told him he looked dumb and then he cried - he was definitely a bug kid . “hey mom look at this cool beetle i found :)” “flame honey what is that get that away from me” - this goes hand in hand with the last one but ochre probably would kill bugs without thinking about it and then flame would get really mad at him and then cry - he blames himself for what happened with viper  - a kinkajou and flame friendship would be so funny . scene and goth duo fr - scared of the dark

ok thats all i have for today fellas ,, im going to seaworld tomorrow and its like a three hour drive so maybe possibly expect a flame doodle dump idk 

[raeceah]

☁️ . . tell a small joy that’s occured to you this week, anything that’s made you feel happy and warm inside! send this ask to the last 10 people on your notifications, so you can all remember how important small joys are in life! wish you a sweet and fun week filled with joy!

i hung out with my school friends and ate out yesterday!! shit was nice ong 🫶🏻🫶🏻

food was quite expensive but it was a fun experience AND THEY WERE PLAYING KPOP SONGS OMGG (they skipped thirsty by aespa though 🤕)