#SORRY BUYING THINGS ONLINE MAKES ME SO NERVOUS

[skippygoldfish]

i am now gonna speedrun buying some plants cuz i realized that Aquatic Arts has a sale ending today. and i might add in a B-grade nerite snail... just for funsies.... (enrichment for betta that he might not kill? i know they kill shrimp but what about snails??)

i am looking at a java fern on driftwood and a dark red ludwigia for the 5gal, and a red jungle val for the goldfish tank (to root in a jar). they are supposedly hardy fellows. many plants intrigue me, but i know i gotta start small v_v

[awrkive]

tlp jk is def the type to absolutely sob when he sees oc walk down the aisle/when he’s trying to propose to her and it maybe just me but I feel like after that one year anniversary he’s like I’m wifing this girl DOWNN cause I feel like he lich has the ring and everyth ready to go he’s waiting he’s prepped 😭

here it is!!! #thee proposal drabble this is literally the cutest thing ever i wish love was real 😖🥹 hope u enj!!!!!!!!!!

summary: in which jungkook proposes and it doesn't start off well

w/c: 3.7k

warning/s: tlp couple is extremely in love that is a warning. they're also cry babies. listen to something by the beatles for the major feels 😔

“Baby,” Jungkook sighs, matching your pace. “Are we really fighting right now?” 

“No.” Is your stern response, continuing your quick steps without even bothering to look back at him. 

“I guess we are fighting right now.” Jungkook mumbles to himself, taking two big strides so he can finally catch up with you. 

You don’t pay him any attention when he slides his arm around your waist while the other holds the bag of large popcorn you bought a while ago, leaning down to kiss the side of your head. Jungkook doesn’t even care about the people passing by around the cinema; they have lives to care about on their own – he can kiss his girlfriend wherever and whenever he wants. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispers in your hair, enough for only you to hear. 

There’s a crease on your forehead that hasn’t ceased ever since you left the restaurant you had your dinner at. But after a few beats, you let out a sigh. 

“I just really wanted to see the movie in IMAX.” you lament, and Jungkook feels bad. He really does. 

“I know, baby, I really am sorry,” he apologizes once again. “We can see it tomorro—” but he realizes you both have a full-time shift, so he opts for, “–next week?” 

“Jungkook, the screening ends in the next two days.” you say, tone bordering on annoyed now. You reel it back in, gently saying, “I just– I told you to hurry up earlier, but you kept on changing your hair even though– you know what, forget about it. Which cinema were we in, again?” 

Jungkook’s nerves begin to kick in, because you look like you’re genuinely upset now. He can tell it by the tone of your voice, the disappointment and the simmering irritation of having to deal with the situation. You don’t get angry often – no scratch that, you don’t get angry at all. However, it does come in withdrawal-like gestures and behavior – like now. 

And again, Jungkook really does feel bad for having to do what he did earlier. You weren’t able to purchase tickets online so you had to make do with buying on the actual booth – and because Jungkook took way too long in the comfort room of the restaurant fixing his hair, you arrived at the cinema way too late and the tickets for the last IMAX screening of the night ran out. It left you with no choice but to go with the regular one instead, and needless to say, you’re not at all that happy about that. 

Well, shit. Jungkook thinks. This date is not going well at all. The waitress at the restaurant you ate at a while ago openly flirted with him on your table and he was too stunned to do something that you had to tell her off by yourself. That had obviously taken a hit on your mood, and the cinema thing just kind of maybe amplified it and Jungkook thinks he’s beginning to get fucked.

“I’ll make up it up to you, baby–” 

“The tickets, Jungkook.” 

Jungkook purses his lips into a thin line and gives them to you.

You walk alongside each other quietly, but Jungkook doesn’t let go of your waist while you head towards the dark and quiet hallway, leading to the seats. You don’t pry his hand off so maybe – maybe – that’s a good thing. 

But god, this night isn’t going well like he wanted it to be. Suddenly, he’s nervous again. More nervous that he was in the shower awhile ago when you were still prepping for the date back at home. He’s anxious about fucking the whole thing up, and sure, he could trust his track record of never fucking up when it comes to doing big things in his life, but this is different. This will be different. And he’s just so fucking scared that he checks on his watch again. 

8:22pm. 

Eight minutes before the movie starts in your cinema. And eight minutes more before the–

“Jungkook,” You call him, and he’s just in the middle of pushing the seat down for you when you do so. He looks at you. Confused, you ask, “Do you have somewhere to go?” 

“Huh?”

“You keep on looking at your watch. You have been since we were at the restaurant.” 

Jungkook’s eyes widen and he’s thankful there’s barely any lights in the hall.

“I– no. No.” He shakes his head, placing down the bag of popcorn in the middle and takes your hand instead, interlocking your fingers. “I’m sorry, did I keep doing that?” He asks consciously.

He’s really fucking this up, and you’re noticing it. 

“Yes, it’s bothering me a little,” You shuffle in your seat a little, facing Jungkook. Softly, you ask, “Do you wanna go home? We can ditch the movie. I’m sorry for being a dickhead the whole night. It’s not an excuse but I really wanted to watch this movie in IMAX… but it’s fine. I’m not mad at you. I’m just in a… mood. And I know I’m taking it out on you. I’m sorry. I’m being so unappreciative over here – I know you were supposed to work on your research–”

“Hey,” Jungkook stops you before you can even finish that. “No, baby. This is our date. I don’t wanna go home yet and I’m genuinely really sorry for missing the IMAX screening.” He’d add he didn’t mean to take long in the comfort room earlier… but that would be a lie. He intended to do that so you can both arrive here on time like planned. 

You purse your lips into a thin line. “Still… I’m sorry for being a little bitch.” 

“Not true. You’re an angel.” Jungkook says and brings your interlocked hands up to kiss your knuckles. “Love you.” 

You frown. “Love you too.” 

That earns you a hearty chuckle from him. “I love you more.” 

“Not that again.” You sigh, turning sideways to look ahead on the screen but not breaking away from his hold. 

Jungkook contains his smile as his gaze falls to the big screen as well, nerves crumbling down a little at the exchange. You’re the only person who can make him nervous but the only one who can take it away at the same time. 

“Huh,” you utter suddenly in the middle of some trailer playing. “It’s so weird there’s only a few people here.”

At that, Jungkook’s heart rate picks up a bit. “Y-yeah? Well, it’s late at night.” 

“Fair.” 

“And this movie’s not really new, right? Just an anniversary screening thing.” Jungkook continues to add, as if determined to justify your claim. 

You nod. “I guess you’re right.” 

“Yep.” 

His phone lights up and you’re busy sipping on your drink so Jungkook takes that as an opportunity to check the messages he received.

tae [8:28pm]: starting in 2

tae [8:28pm]: good luck buddy

Jungkook swipes his tongue over his lips – a nervous habit – quickly turning it off and pocketing the device. He places his arm on the arm rest and taps his fingers on the plastic surface anxiously. 

It feels like there’s a ticking clock above his head when the trailer finally ends, because he knows the thing should start rolling. 

And Jungkook swears he’s prepared for this for so many weeks. Months for the matter. It’s now May and the ring has been bought since February. What was once tucked away from the depths of his closet is now snugged in the pockets of his trouser, deep enough that you couldn’t pinpoint the bulging outline of the box.

Jungkook originally planned for you both to be out of the country when he does it. But things got really hectic at the hospital and while he personally could’ve still taken a leave, you couldn’t. Jungkook brought up the idea of vacationing a little, “Just for a week,”, he said, but then you sadly told him that you couldn’t even if you wanted to and he understood that greatly. He’s in the same line of work, after all. 

So, with what seemed to be the nth deliberation with Doyeon, Taehyung, and Nayeon, he ultimately decided on this set-up. You know; trick you into going to the mall with him so you can pass by the cinema and he successfully executes the proposal seamlessly. But obviously, it didn’t go as smoothly as that.

After your dinner, you impulsively decided that you wanted to watch a movie in IMAX, but it starts at exactly as Jungkook’s proposal, and so he had to compromise a little bit; the admittedly poor (but effective) solution coming in the form of intentionally staying a little longer in the comfort room of the restaurant just so you two would be lat. 

And Jungkook swears it’s for a good reason! Because everything’s prepped and ready to roll and he can’t have himself waste another perfect opportunity. He remembers almost popping the question three months ago, two months ago, month ago, few weeks ago and heck, even last night – but he’d always get cold feet and think the time wasn’t right. 

Right now, though, is different. 

And he wants it so badly to be different.

Good thing you settled things quickly. Now that his being late is past you, he can be a little more confident in what he’s about to do. 

The next trailer shows up and Jungkook sits upright, knowing what’s coming. He has it memorized, down to each frame. He was the one who edited it, after all, a product of his humble multimedia skills, that is. Jungkook could’ve gone to a professional but he really wanted to do it himself, scared they wouldn’t be able to tell you what he wanted to. And so he did. The gang also told him that it would be better if he did it himself.

And now he’s showing it to you – you, who’s completely clueless beside him. 

It starts as a bit of a misdirect. There’s an intro from a famous movie studio, and a scene from a real movie – and so of course you don’t suspect anything, as Jungkook could say from his peripheral view.

Suddenly, the screen goes black. It causes a pregnant pause, stretched to exactly five seconds (again, Jungkook edited that), and then, a familiar clip suddenly plays. 

It’s a video of you taken from Jungkook’s camcorder back in med school. First year, around the second semester. You were at Moon’s Printing Shop and you were looking down at your notes when Jungkook, behind the camera, called your name. 

You looked up, hair messy from an all-nighter study but Jungkook’s certain the Jungkook behind the scene was still thinking you were the prettiest girl he’s ever seen just like he’s thinking now. 

“Who would you wanna be if you were given the chance to be somebody else in your next life?” 

You grimace. “Hopefully, still me.” 

“So boring,” Jungkook exaggerated, his laughter reverberating in the hall of the theater. “Be serious.” 

You looked flustered in the video. “I’m serious. I don’t wanna be somebody else.” 

In his seat, Jungkook feels the real you sitting beside him tugging at your enclosed hands together, so he looks at you. 

“Jungkook, what is this?” You say, evidently unaware of what’s currently happening, your brows furrowed in that cute confusion. 

“Just something I’ve been working on for the past three months.” he smiles, bringing your hands together to his lips again. He just couldn’t stop kissing and touching you even if he tries.

You stare at him with your mouth agape, but you don’t say anything else, your gaze falling back to the screen once again. 

“Okay, since you don’t wanna play this game I wanna be Darth Vader.” Jungkook said in the video. 

“What? The evil guy from Star Wars?” You frowned. “That’s not… hmm… okay. I guess I wanna be… Spongebob, then.” 

“Oh. Wow. Interesting. Alright, Darth Vader’s out. I wanna be Patrick instead.” 

“I like that. So we’ll still be bestfriends, right?” 

“Yeah. And I still get to stress you out even in the next life.” 

That made you laugh, the warm burst of laughter filling the hall which makes Jungkook’s lips curl up as he watches the screen. He can never get tired of it; your smile, your laugh, your face as it lights up. There’s something so incredibly angelic about you he sometimes thinks you’re not human at all. Or maybe just part-human… nonetheless, he feels grateful. For literally everything. 

Something in the way she moves…

The video transitions to another reel of you taken by Jungkook while The Beatles’ Something plays in the background. 

"Oh my god..." Jungkook hears you gasp beside him, but he doesn't allow himself to break just yet. Instead, he tightens his grip on your hand, feeling your response as you hold on just as firmly.

The screen continues to show candid moments of you from med school. All recorded and taken by Jungkook; the trips you took during that time, that rave party you went to where you got extremely drunk – and when that showed up, you giggled beside him and said, “I told you to delete that.”, which he just laughed at. 

Later on, the clips got more recent, you in your lilac dress and Jungkook’s white tux… it was a video of you dancing in Nayeon’s wedding. 

“W-wha–… I didn’t – who took that?” You whisper, sounding in awe. 

“Nayeon was apparently recording from the stage at that time.” Jungkook says, looking at you and smiling when he sees that you have your eyes glued to the screen. 

“This is so…” you trail off, but you don’t really say anything in continuation. 

Recent videos of you play, capturing moments from the two years you’ve been together. There’s that clip in Vienna, a few in Florence, Paris, Melbourne... It’s surreal to think that he captured those memories, never imagining they’d be used for something like this. 

Something in the way she knows

And all I have to do is think of her

Something in the things she shows me

I don't want to leave her now

You know I believe and how

The song fades to an end and so did the compilation of your videos. The screen shows Jungkook this time instead. He leaned towards the camera, checked the optics, and then smiled a little. From the background, you know it was taken by the wall of his room, near the window because you can see the Sanrio plushie you put on the table beside there. It’s a little out of frame but you can still recognize it. 

Then, he spoke. 

“Uhm, hi,” He started, and you hold your breath, feeling like you’re on the edge of your seat but not in that anxious way. “I don’t really know where I’m going with this. I’m thinking of doing this video… for my proposal – and ah, my proposal – wait, I really should’ve written a script for this but I wanted this to be natural as much as possible and I’m going off-track so we’ll move on to what I really wanna say,” 

You can’t help but laugh at that, and you hear Jungkook joining in with you. 

“__, you’re the love of my life. You’re my lover, but you’re my best friend most of all. I look back on the times we’ve spent together – a decade. There was no time in those years that I didn’t thank my lucky stars for knowing and meeting you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and I really hope you know how much I love you because no matter how hard I try to put it into action and words, no amount of it would tell you how I truly feel.” A pause. Then he took out something from his pocket. Raising his hand, a red velvet box appeared in the frame. He was about to open it when suddenly, your voice is heard behind the camera. 

“Jungkook?” 

Jungkook quickly pocketed the box, and the camera shook a little, the angle now distorted, probably due to his panic upon hearing your voice. 

“Yes, baby?” The audio played. 

“You were doing something?” 

“Nah. Just trying out my new camera.” Jungkook said. 

“Oh. Lemme see.” 

The camera got picked up, and Jungkook switched the camera to you.

In your seat, you nibble on your bottom lip upon seeing your own face this time, a poor attempt to stop your jaw from breaking apart because you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling watching the whole thing. 

“Pretty girl.” You hear Jungkook say behind the recorder. His hand came up to caress your face in the video, thumb rubbing over your cheek. “I love you.” 

You looked confused at first but then you told him, anyway, “I love you too.” 

You leaned down, and the video gets switched out to another one of Jungkook on a different day. 

“Sorry the video got interrupted by my gorgeous girlfriend.”

You both laugh at that, and as if on cue, your eyes meet – silently acknowledging that you’re thinking the same thing. In that shared glance, it's clear you both understand how things escalated in that moment, that night – how that kiss turned into something more.

“I just wanted to say that, uh, I love her. No, you, I’m talking to you–” He sighed in the clip, and you can’t help but chuckle. “Anyway. I love you. I love you so much, baby. More than anything else in the world. I feel like I don’t say it enough although Taehyung teases me about convulsing if I can’t say it to you for no longer than five minutes – he’s probably right but that’s not the point. What I wanna say is – again – is that, I love you, __. And I want to spend the rest of my lifetime with you. I wanna grow old with you. Spend every day and every night with you. I want us to wake up together every morning, make our breakfast together, go to work together, do laundry together, our taxes – man, I don’t know. Anything. I just want to do anything and everything with you. Maybe adopt a dog in the near future, if you want to, that is. You’re probably gonna be watching this in the theater by this moment – god I hope I don’t fuck the whole thing up, the gang is gonna be so pissed – but I’ll drop the question for you and I know we already talked about it many times before and two months ago you said you were ready if I was also ready. I couldn’t tell you I’ve been ready since the first week we started dating. But I hope… what you felt two months ago is still what you feel right now…” 

Then, the big screen fades to black, and suddenly, a few lights in the hall flicker on, illuminating Jungkook—now on his knees. In his hand is a red velvet box, now open, revealing a stunning ring that’s so beautiful it leaves your jaw slack.

He clears his throat. “__, you’re my best friend. Have been and always will be. You’re my home, my partner. I will love you for as long as you let me and–” Jungkook doesn’t mean it but there’s suddenly a lump in his throat that forms along the way and he has to choke it back, making his voice crack a little bit as he looks into your eyes. “– and I really want to live all my remaining years with you and be yours forever.” He bites his lip, looks up at you with those doe eyes you love so much. Then, the question comes, “Can I be your husband?” 

“Jungkook…” You look down at him, your mouth opening and closing, lost for words. You’ve passed the point of holding back tears, and when your eyes meet his—so full of sincerity and revere—you completely break. “Y-yes. Yes! One hundred percent yes,” you manage to say through your sobs, nodding fervently as your vision blurs from the tears streaming down your face.

As soon as you say that, all the lights in the room turn on and there’s a holler from the direction of the projection room that you can’t help but look at. 

“Congrats!” 

You gasp as you see Doyeon and Nayeon. They’re both waving at you with huge grins on their faces. Genuinely surprised and confused at the same time, you start to look around, and suddenly, you realize that everybody is literally… your family. Taehyung, your dad, your mom, your sister and Seokjin all occupy the front rows, and in front of them are Jungkook’s own family as well. From afar, you see Jungkook’s father coming up to give your dad a hug which he reciprocates as they laugh together. 

Your eyes are drawn back to Jungkook. 

“Jungkook… they’re all here,” you say, struggling to hold back the onslaught of tears. They won’t stop.

And at this point, Jungkook can’t help it. Not anymore. He sees you crying and he can’t help but do it as well. He sniffs, taking your hand and kissing the back of your palm.

“Yes, baby. Everybody is here.”

“Baby, why are you crying?” You ask him despite yourself.

Jungkook chuckles in between his tears, swiping a hand on his eyes. “I’m just so happy. You make me so happy. Thank you. Thank you for saying yes.”

That makes you cry even more, earning another laugh from Jungkook but it’s filled with endearment. Slowly, he takes your hand and you watch teary-eyed as he finally inserts the ring around your ring finger. 

The diamond-encrusted band, with a larger diamond glimmering in the center, fits perfectly around your finger. You stare at it in awe, admiring how gorgeous it looks—trying to recall a time when Jungkook measured your finger to make it fit so flawlessly. But you can't remember, and you don't mind at all, instead looking up at him as he stands to his feet.

"I love you, Jungkook. I really do," you say with all the sincerity in your heart, hoping he knows as much.

"I can't wait to marry you," he replies, his voice full of emotion before he pulls you into his arms and leans down to kiss you gently on the lips. It’s soft and it’s sweet just like the love he’s given you all these years.

A cheer erupts around you, and normally, you'd feel shy about kissing in front of your family. But this time, you don’t feel embarrassed at all.

It’s just you and Jungkook. Bound for a lifetime of unadulterated love.

[puckinghischier]

so the clip of quinn asking the producer if his hair looks good, we’ve all seen it, right? cause i’m just thinking about it and how yeah it was probably a joke, but it’s sooooo insecure!quinn coded. like i’m sure he was nervous, and he really did want to look good for the camera. and it’s got me thinking about what it would be like to comfort insecure!quinn (i didn’t mean for this to be this long but i couldn’t stop once i started so here’s basically a three in one blurb 🫣)

it’s even things as simple as his pre-game outfits. he’s seen all the comments online about how he only wears the same few suits, so one day while you’re on the couch watching tv, he turns to you and asks if you’ll go shopping with him. of course you agree, but you ask him what’s got him so eager to expand his wardrobe.

“just…people keep saying i’m wearing the same thing all the time and it has me thinking i should probably go buy a couple more suits to wear for arrival pictures and stuff,” he shrugs, almost whispering, telling you it’s something he’s slightly embarrassed about.

you reach over and run your hand through his hair, playing with the messy curls. “q, who cares if you wear the same suit every game day? you’re wearing it to walk in the building and out of it,” you speak softly to him, noticing he’s not meeting your eye. “but, if you want to go pick up a few more, i’d love to go with you and help you pick them out,” you tug lightly on his hair to get him to look over at you, bringing your hand down to toy with the tip of his ear.

he gives you a bashful smile, mumbling out a small “thanks,” before looking away again.

you lean over, replacing your hand on his ear with your mouth. “plus, you know how much i love looking at you in a suit,” you let your lips drag over the warm skin. “almost as much as i love looking at you without one on.”

quinn shudders at the feeling of your hot breath on his ear, making him forget what he was even thinking about before the current conversation.

~

of course, quinn’s constantly worried about being a good captain for his team, too. he doesn’t think he’s played long enough to earn it yet, not understanding why they picked him over some of the vets on the team.

so when he comes home after a particularly rough practice or a brutal loss, you can feel the insecurity radiating off of his body. the game that eliminated them from the playoffs, though? god, you never want to relive it.

he laid in your arms for hours, switching between crying and getting angry at himself. he kept telling you it was his fault. he was the reason they didn’t make it. they should’ve chosen a different person to be captain, not him. he clearly didn’t know what he was doing, or they’d be celebrating tonight instead.

you know that most of this is caused by the questions he was asked after the game. one reporter in particular always asking the worst questions and getting under his skin. but you’re sure the group of drunk, upset fans outside of the rink who were yelling discouraging things to him only drove the knife deeper.

the way he talked about himself with so much disgust broke your heart in a way you never knew was possible. you knew he was always hardest on himself, but the fact he truly believes these things makes you worry you haven’t been doing your job correctly.

“quinn, i don’t ever want to hear you talk about yourself like that again, do you hear me?” you sat up, talking sternly but not harshly.

“well, it’s true. if they would’ve just picked someone else then-“

“stop!” you interrupted him, your sudden loudness causing him to pause, looking at you with wide eyes. “i’m sorry, i’m not trying to yell at you, but i’m not going to sit here and listen to you do this to yourself any longer,” you put just a few inches of distance between you and him on the large couch.

“you’re exactly who they wanted to lead this team or they wouldn’t have chosen you. you do have what it takes. hell, quinn, you got the team to the playoffs for the first time in 4 years. that has to count for something,” the tone of your voice is almost pleading, begging him to take what you’re saying to heart.

“your teammates love you. they look up to you. the fans love you. they were excited when you were named captain. i love you,” you take a moment, watching his face slowly change from distress to calm. “and i won’t sit here and listen to you say awful things about the man that i love. not for something that changes nothing about how i feel about you or your value as the captain of your team,” you finish, a knot forming in your throat because of how deeply you feel about the man sitting in front of you.

quinn just sits and looks at you, finally snapped out of his self destruct mode. “i…love you so much, you know that?” he tells you before pulling you into him and engulfing you in one of his ‘huggybear’ hugs.

“you’re right. i’m here because i deserve to be. and if you believe in me, who cares what anyone else thinks? i’ve got the best motivation right here in front of me,” he speaks into your neck, squeezing you tightly to his body, like he’s trying to press you into his skin, knowing he can always count on you to talk him out of his insecurities.

~

you get the rare moments, too, where quinn starts comparing himself to his brothers. you’d think as the oldest he’d know better, knowing that the two younger boys have always looked up to him, but once the media started trying to pit the three against each other, the seed of doubt crept its way into his thoughts.

it’s not even just about hockey, either. it’s the way jack is always so outgoing, the life of the party. and luke always seems so universally adored, his bashful charm winning him over with crowds.

quinn? quinn feels like he’s just…there. he can’t strike up a conversation as naturally as jack can. and his shyness seems to only drive people away, not draw people in, like luke’s.

and yeah, quinn knows you’re always there with him, keeping him company and being his buffer in all of the various social settings he finds himself in, but he can’t help but wish he was a little bit more like his brothers.

especially right now, when he’s sitting by the fire pit at the family lake house, a few of brother’s shared friends over for the weekend.

he’s sitting in a chair sipping on a beer, watching you partake in a heated game of beer pong with jack, luke, trevor, and cole. all day he’s felt a little…less than. watching you on the boat earlier dancing around to your favorite song with jack, not worrying about who might float by and see the two of you.

or when you were helping prep dinner, and trevor came up to you and struck up a conversation, talking a mile a minute while you kept up with and soaked up every word, adding to the conversation with just as much enthusiasm at the drop of a hat.

or right now, when cole is picking you up and swinging you around after you just won the drinking game, launching into your ‘secret’ handshake the two of you coined a few summers ago.

he wishes he could give you those things. the loud, crazy, fun atmosphere you seem to thrive in. he wishes he could be the guy to parade you around at all of the hockey banquets, introducing you to various people. he wants to dress up with you on halloween in the ridiculous couples costumes you always show him. to be the spontaneous boyfriend that goes diving off of the small cove cliffs on the lake like you love to do with jack.

but that’s just…not who he is. he likes to be quiet, observant, lowkey, private. he likes to listen to other people carry the conversation, and just chime in when he has something to add. he likes to drive the boat and watch everyone else splash around in the water, jumping in for a few minutes just to cool off before resuming his position on the driver’s seat. he hates going to the bar after games with his teammates, but agrees because he knows you like dressing up and going out.

he loves when the two of you spend time reading together on the couch, then order dinner in and watch a movie before bed. he likes the fact that the two of you can sit in silence, both comfortable enough to not feel the need to fill the space with empty conversation. he likes being able to come home to you after the loud environment of the game to the sweet whisper of your voice, because you know how he likes the soft tone after the arena full of screams and sirens.

but he can’t help but feel like he’s causing you to be less for him, seeing how much life you seem to have in times like these.

he’s broken out of his little pity party when you come running over to him. “quinny!! did you see that! we won! i won!” you fling your half-drunk self down onto his lap, beaming your beautiful smile to him.

“i did. looked like you were having fun,” he says with a smile, but his tone is flat.

he watches your smile fade slightly, cocking your head at him. “you okay?” you ask him, always able to tell when something’s not right in that mysterious brain of his.

“yeah, m’just tired. might head in early,” he tells you, drumming his fingers along the tanned skin of your leg, signaling he’s about to stand up.

“okay…well then i’ll go with you. just gotta tell the guys goodnight first,” you respond skeptically, removing yourself from his lap as he stands.

“no, no, don’t wanna ruin your fun. just come to bed when you’re done, yeah? don’t drink too much, sweetheart,” quinn shakes his head, placing a kiss on the top of your head before turning and walking away from you, leaving you confused.

you watch quinn walk up the stone steps, stopping in the dimly lit kitchen to hover over the sink for a few moments, staring out the window looking over the dark lake. you can tell by his body language something is bothering him, so you turn and walk over to tell the rest of the group that you’re heading to bed, ignoring their protests of ‘you’re no fun! quinn’s made you boring!’ with a playful show of your middle finger as you walk away, following quinn’s same path.

quinn’s so lost in thought he doesn’t hear the kitchen door open or the soft pad of your footsteps walking towards him, only breaking out of his trance when he feels your hands make their way around his torso and your body pressed against his back.

“whatcha thinking about?” you ask him, placing a small kiss to the middle of his back through his thin t-shirt.

“nothing,” he tells you, his tone not convincing you. “why aren’t you out there defending your title?” he turns around so he’s facing you, resting his own hands on your waist.

“because something has you locked in that pretty head of yours, and i intend to find out why my boyfriend is sad,” you tell him in that soft tone of voice he loves, not wasting any time getting to the bottom of his odd mood.

quinn’s cheeks involuntarily flush, always having loved when you call him pretty. but before you can admire him too much he closes his eyes and throws his head back, sighing, not wanting to talk about how pathetic he is.

“you’ll just think it’s silly and pointless,” he confesses, knowing you won’t concede until you pry it out of him.

“try me,” you tell him as he looks down at you, seeing the cocked eyebrow and look of determination on your face.

he’s silent for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to explain it to you without making you feel like you did something wrong, because he knows you’ll immediately start picking apart what you could’ve possibly done to make him feel like this. but it’s not you, it’s his problem.

you continue to look at him with love in your eyes, silently encouraging him.

“it’s just…” he starts then pauses again, bringing a hand up to toy with your low ponytail. “do you…ever…y’know, wish i was different? more like jack? or trevor?” he finally gets the words out, shock taking over your features.

he watches your eyes go from loving, to surprised, to sad.

“quinn, what? no. never,” you tell him, shaking your head so vigorously he’s worried you’ll make yourself dizzy.

he brings his hands up to stop the movement of your head, leaving his soft hands there, thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“it’s just…i see how you are around them. how…full of life you are,” he watches your mouth open and close, like you want to interrupt him but thought better of it. “and i can’t help but wonder if you’re missing out because of me,” he shrugs, removing his hands from your face to let them rest in half fists on your shoulders, a sad smile on his face.

reaching up to grab his hands and hold them in both of yours, you shake them a bit to get him to look at you.

“i’m not missing out on anything, do you hear me?” you tell him with such seriousness in your voice he’s almost worried you’re mad. “they’re a good time, yeah, but they’re not you, q.”

still not convinced, quinn let’s his doubt control his thoughts again. “i just know that they’re more your speed. they like to go out and party and have fun and i…don’t,” he can’t meet your eyes, not wanting to see the sadness settled there.

“with them you’re always talking and can be loud and spontaneous like i know you like to do. but with me it’s always whispers and quiet and hiding away in corners or at home. i don’t do silly dances with you in the boat without caring who might see or have a secret handshake when we win beer pong. i sit on the couch and read in silence. i sit in the corner and watch everyone else have fun when we go out because i don’t want videos of me all over the internet,” he continues, his tone growing more frustrated with each word spoken.

“i just don’t want you to wake up one day and realize you’ve wasted all this time with some boring guy who only wants to sit at home and only goes out when he has to or when you want to, not because he enjoys it,” he finishes, nearly shaking with vulnerability.

his words are a knife straight into your heart, not wanting to believe he really feels this way about himself.

“oh quinny,” you bring your hands up to cup his face, wiping at the moisture forming in his grey eyes.

he gives you a weak smile, turning his head to kiss your open palm, closing his eyes at the comfort your skin on his always brings him.

“i need you to know, that i love you, quinn hughes. i love you so much it hurts me sometimes. like, physically pains me. i look at you and i feel like my chest could literally bust open with how deeply i feel about you. and not just when things are good. all the time. every day. even when we’re fighting. even when you’re sad. even when you leave your socks stuffed in the creases of the couch,” you tell him, earning a small, wet laugh, because he knows how much you hate that poor habit of his.

“i love you when we’re sitting in silence on the couch because you just got home from a game and need a noise break. i love you when we’ve been reading for hours, the only sound between us the turning pages of our books. i love you when we’re sitting in the corner of the bar because you don’t want to be the center of attention when someone buys the team a round. i love you when you’re watching me be crazy and drunk on the boat because you want to make sure someone is sober and everyone is safe. i love you when you’re ‘boring’ because to me, you’re never boring,” you confess to him, feeling the small tear slip out of your left eye and down your cheek, matching quinn’s.

“you’re the person that i love with everything that i have in me. the one that brings me home whatever books i’ve been talking about wanting to read during our marathons on a random afternoon just because you were thinking about it. the person that sacrifices his alone time away from his team, and just hockey in general, to go to banquets and events because you know i enjoy those things sometimes. you’re the person that always watches my favorite silly shows with me, no matter how stupid they are. my personal chef, my human teddy bear, my best friend,” you whisper the last words, sniffling, noticing quinn’s eyes are now closed tightly.

“because even though i do enjoy being loud and rowdy sometimes, i enjoy being with you, more. i enjoy the quiet and the slowness of life with you. the time we get to spend together without distractions or expectations. so no, i don’t wish you were more like jack, or trevor, or luke, or cole, or whoever. because you’re like quinn, which is exactly who i want you to be,” your voice finally goes quiet, bringing your forehead to rest against his, hoping your words are enough to convince him that his insecurities are just that. they hold no weight and have no truth to them.

the two of you simply soak in each other’s presence, neither one daring break the intimacy of the words hanging in the air.

when quinn finally opens his eyes and leans his head back, he lets out a shaky breath.

“tell me not to get down on one knee and propose to you right now,” he tells you, a slight joking tone to his voice, earning a small chuckle from you.

“way to do a complete 180,” you joke back, once again tangling your hands in his hair.

he huffs out a small laugh, tilting his head back before brining it back up to look at you.

“thank you,” he breaths out. “i don’t know how i got so in my head, but all day i watched you have fun and i don’t know. i got lost for a bit.”

you lean forward to place a small peck on the tip of his nose, watching him scrunch it slightly in response.

“well, luckily for you, i’ll always be here to come in there and find you, bringing you back out here to me,” you tap your finger along his temple.

“luckiest in the world,” he beams down at you.

[quokkaholic]

Aquarium Guy h.j

Warnings/ tags: Pure delulu fluff, gn reader (if you consider guy neutral, which I do obv), little cussing. Minimally proofed

Synopsis: You work for a hobby aquarium store that offers in-home installation. After Han impulse buys a fish tank online, he sets up an appointment with you to help set it up, which leads to many subsequent appointments definitely for the fish and not to have an excuse to see you. (romance anime style with mutual pining and slight angst that could easily be solved by communicating your feelings with nothing but a sweet confession at the end. where all my romance lovers at? 🙋👋)

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After loading your supplies into the comically large, industrial strength waggon you have to use to carry all your heavy and expensive equipment and lugging it through the halls of the high class apartment complex, you are out of breath as you press the doorbell outside of the door of the apartment number you have written on crumpled piece of paper in your pocket. The size of the tank and location are all the information you had received form your deadbeat manager leaving you to pack way more fixings than are necessary to ensure the customer had options. The lack of details could very well be due to the customers indecisiveness or simply not knowing enough to have opinions yet, but it's more likely that your manager didn’t even care enough to ask about it. In this job, you are more often than not setting up tanks for people with no experience keeping fish, and many don’t even want to learn; they just want living art in their homes. It gives you a job, but you often end up working with snooty people. You have no reason to expect anything less today. As you wait for the customer to answer the door, you go into customer service mode, thickening your skin in case you are to be barked at and ordered around for the next few hours and going over your script in your head.

A chipper but cautious voice comes from the speaker above the button asking of your identity, and your mind races with uncertainty. Are you at the wrong place? As you reach for the paper with the address in your pocket, you nervously answer,

“This is y/n from The Fish Bowl; I’m here for the appointment booked to this address...”

“Oh shi..” is all you hear before shuffling on the other side of the door, and it is flung open. To your surprise, a breathtaking man in casual attire opens the door completely destroying the image of a crotchety well-to-do you had been preparing for. You’re always a bit nervous about home visits, but the fact that he’s got to be around your age, and his casual demeanor mixed with his kind features, puts you at ease.

“So sorry, please come in! Let me help you.”

“Don’t worry I got it. It's my job” you respond, pulling the cart behind you. The place is decorated simply but it's still homey. He lets you know the tank will be in his room as he leads you there. The space is by no means dirty, but it's obviously lived in, which is honestly nice to see when most of the houses you end up at are sterile and maintained that way as a show of status.

“Sorry it's a mess, I may have forgotten I booked this…” his words trail off with a nervous smile.

“This is NOT dirty; I think your room is very cute and nice, but if you need me to come back another time, that's more than fine. What day would work better for-?” He cuts you off slightly panicky,

“No! No, today is great! Plus you’re already here; I just booked it on impulse and it slipped my mind. I’m sorry, again, but I’m really excited about this!”

“Please stop apologizing! I’m working for you today,” you say as you begin rifling through your supplies, hastily getting to work before you make things even more awkward. Han takes a seat on his bed. You work in silence, removing the basic items to get started with.

“You really think my room is cute?” There's a coyness to his voice.

“For sure! It has a lot of character. I really like that,” you say glazing around the room, eyes landing on stacks of manga, old game consoles, and multiple guitars before landing on the large empty tank resting on a desk along the wall opposite his bed and continuing,

“The aquarium is gonna look really sick in here,” a huge smile spreads across his face,

“That's what I'm saying! My friends think it's just another stupid purchase. I’ll admit, I buy a lot of useless stuff online, but this is not one. It's gonna be legendary.”

Having to help him though the decisions of what style filter and aquascaping he wants, you quickly learn how indecisive Han is. His answers to every question flip flopping back and forth for an eternity with a million questions about your experience and personal tanks and your opinions, often landing on whatever you say you have or like. If he wasn’t so cute and sweet, you’d probably be annoyed by now. His genuine curiosity and lust for knowledge are beyond endearing.

Many of your clients barely speak to you beyond the bare minimum, a lot aren’t even home while you're there, but Han casually lounges in the room chatting away. You can feel him watching your every move; it made you a bit nervous at first, but it quickly became obvious that he is just enthralled by the process, frequently commenting little ‘woah’s and ‘It's just like the video I saw!’

When the set up is done, he helps you fill the tank with water and pack up your equipment. Once the hard work is done, you give him the run down accompanied by the informational pamphlet, and his overflowing excitement is quickly replaced with utter disappointment when you inform him that the tank still isn’t ready, as it needs time to cycle before it's safe for fish. His jaw going slack and eyes bugging when you broke the news.

“I’m so sorry, Sir, I mean, Han,” He had asked you to speak casually with him when he found out you are in fact close in age, causing both your cheeks to slightly heat at you slip of the tongue before you bulldoze right over the awkwardness to continue the conversation,

“My manager should have informed you, I used special substrate and established media in the filter, which should speed up the process, but it could still take up to around 2 weeks,” his big eyes are brimming with sadness, dismay sullying his beautiful face. You just had to do something,

“How about we give it like five or six days and then I can start dropping by daily to test the water, that way we can get you your babies as soon as possible?” at your offer his exuberance returns along with immense gratitude. He tries to be polite and decline your offer, but you can tell it's just a formality, and he's desperate for his tank to be filled. He is a flustered mess when you tell him that what you're offering isn’t a service through your job, but a kindness that you want to provide because he is the best customer you’ve had in a long time, and you are genuinely excited to help him as you enter your personal number into his phone. That evening you receive yet another thanks from Han with details to set up the next time you’ll be over.

Six days later, you are back at the apartment ringing the doorbell. Instead of hearing Han’s cheery voice from the speaker, a more serious and suspicious voice comes out,

“Who are you?”

You weren’t prepared for this. You thought Han would just open the door, as you showed up right at the time he was expecting you. You even got there a bit early and sat in your car to ensure you’d arrive perfectly on time. You weren’t prepared for another introduction; you hadn’t practiced your lines.

“Oh um, I’m the… the aquarium guy?” you stutter out, just trying to say something, so he doesn’t assume you're some freak or solicitor. 

“What?” Did he not hear you, or was he genuinely confused by your answer?

“I’m here to test the water of Mr. Han’s aquarium, he should be expecting me” a faint noise of approval is all you hear in response before a shout coming from the other side of the door.

“Mr. Han-yah, the aquarium guy is here!” the unknown tenant yells naggingly into the apartment. Soon the door is pulled open to reveal Han slightly flustered, assumedly he’d run from his room on the other side of the apartment. He introduced you to his roommate who must’ve been the one you spoke to. He was polite but not particularly interested in making conversation, which you appreciated as you were feeling particularly shy after your interaction through the speaker.

The visit was short. You made quick work of testing the water, putting some water in vials and adding the testing solutions before setting the timers and observing the color changes. The awkwardness that dissipated after spending a few hours together almost  a week ago has returned, maybe even stronger than when you first met as you guys are in that weird phase when strangers become acquaintances. If it weren’t for Han's persistent curiosity, you probably would've spent the whole ten minutes in uncomfortable silence, but thankfully Han’s mind thirsts for knowledge, and he did not allow a single step in the process go by without asking at least one question. Unfortunately, you had to break the news that the tank was in fact not ready, and break his sweet little heart all over again. It hurt to have to break his spirits once again; you warned him that it probably wouldn't be ready for two weeks, but his excitement, and your unprofessional interest in him, has you continuing to show up at his apartment daily for another week, everyday having to crush his dreams of being a fish dad all over again. 

Despite repeatedly dashing his hopes, the visits became something you looked forward to desperately. They were at all hours of the day to meet his complex schedule, but you always made time for him. The quick drive by water tests shifted to prolonged aquaria talks to straight up just hanging out under the guise of work. Even though not all of your meetings were during work hours, a lot of them were; you knew it was wrong to be hanging out on the clock, but one look at Han’s giddy face every time he lays eyes on you makes the guilt disappear instantly. It’s not like you're neglecting any job duties, time you typically would be wasting at the office are now being spent more effectively “building customer relations”. At least that is the answer you had prepared if your manager ever asked what you were doing, but he never did. He could not care less of your whereabouts and was probably happy to have you off his back and out of his hair. 

The day after the levels looked correct you arrived bright and early with bags of colorful fish, you had painstakingly helped Han pick out with the help of Lee know. Even as a three man job, it took hours. After all that you ended up with a selection that looked strikingly similar to the set up of one of your community tanks you have set up at home. Even though Lee know acted uninterested, he sat with Han, watching you work and put the finishing touches on the tank before floating the fish. You all spent time gaming as the fish acclimated to the temperature of the tank. Once the temperature was equalized, you began drip-acclimating them to the water parameters. The drips were excessively slow and some would argue, unnecessary as the fish you all chose were on the hardy side to accommodate Han's inexperience, but you were definitely being extra careful, and not just making excuses to spend all day with them. Han ordered you all food, which you overly thanked him for, but he insisted that you deserved it for all your hard work.

When the fish were added and supplies were packed, you talked to Han about tank maintenance, and offered him the tank maintenance package that your work provides. He seemed extremely on board until he made a joking comment,

“I can’t be a single dad of twenty! You have to help me care for my babies,” he commands with a silly grin.

“Oh han,” you fein condescension “I was promoted beyond sucking up fish poop months ago; I’ll send one of my underlings to do that,” you jest, but it is not as well received as you would have  hoped, Han’s face drooping for a moment before continuing the jesting conversation,

“Underling? What are you an anime villain?”, he asks. You pause for a moment before answering with a mischievous smirk,

“Definitely not…” His acting is on point as he acts out the dramatic reveal of the big bad. The slight disappointment still barely visible in his face as he continues,

“Maybe you could just teach me how to do it myself! I’ll figure out something for when I’m traveling when the time comes; I'll hold off for now. So you just do set ups or..?” 

“Yeah mainly setups and upgrades,” you say trying to maintain familiarity, but it is obvious his mind is slowly slipping somewhere else. You quickly say your goodbyes as it's starting to get dark, and you still have to drop off the equipment back at the office.

The next day, you take some time to yourself and have a bit of a slow morning since you worked late last night. When you arrive at the shop, you settle in checking emails sipping on your fancy latte you actually had the time to make. You deserved a treat. You couldn’t quite pin down the reason, but the day felt a bit lackluster. Maybe you slept weird, maybe it was just one of those days, or maybe you didn’t have a meeting at a cute boys apartment to look forward to. After responding to the miscellaneous messages, you check your schedule to see if your manager booked you out for anything coming up. There were a few installs you knew you had coming up, but a highlighted date for your soonest appointment next week was new. After clicking on it and reading the description, a smile tugged at your lips, your heart raced, and the day seemed a bit less dim. Han was on your books for a lighting upgrade.

You looked forward to seeing him all week. You’ve gotten close enough that you will text about stuff unrelated to work, but neither of you are comfortable extending the conversation, so it usually just starts off with a fish tank questions and goes back and forth a bit before reaching a natural stopping point and then lies dormant until he sends you more questions or update pictures on the fish he insists are your god children, frequently adding that they “miss you very much”.

When you arrive at the apartment you have become all too familiar with, Lee know is once again the one to answer the door, which you have come to realize is the norm, and he shouts that the ‘aquarium guy is back’. He has taken quite fondly to calling you the silly name you gave yourself in a flustered panic, even going as far a s saving it as your contact in his phone. You question if he even knows your real name, yet he treats you like a friend nonetheless. Your lighting install takes little more than an hour, but you end up staying for a few; Lee know cooking you all lunch, before they are the ones who have to cut the hangout short as they have some appointments. 

The next day, you follow your usual routine of checking emails and then schedule to see Han has booked you again to install a CO2 injector. You were very clear in explaining he didn’t need one because his plants are beginner friendly, but you won’t pass on another chance to see him. Despite being more than happy to keep this up, there's a nagging in your head reminding you that it can’t go on forever.

A few days later, you have to go to Han’s house late in the evening, as it was the soonest free time he had that you were available. You offered to push it back a few days, but he vehemently refused the rescheduling. When you arrive, Han is looking a little less put together than usual, sweats and an oversized hoodie with his hair pushed back in a ball cap and barefaced. He must’ve been at practice; he looks so exhausted. Feeling bad for keeping him up, you have to keep reminding yourself that he insisted that you be there. He tried to apologize for his appearance, but you shut him up quickly with a string of compliments that flew from your lips before you could think twice. He just looked so soft and cuddly which is only exaggerated by his flushing cheeks and ears. Yanking yourself swiftly from your admiring trance to avoid getting locked in it for the rest of the evening, you get to work hooking up valves and tubing before dialing in the right amount of gas to be released.

Finally connecting it to the lighting timer system. Usually, you’d take your sweet time chatting Han up while you work or just rush through the install to have more time to purely hangout, but since it was already so late, you opt to work in concentrated silence, only talking to feed Han information about his new system. After double and triple checking that the flow of gas is appropriate and there are no leaks in any of the connections, you hastily gather your stuff hoping to leave Han to get some rest after his ling day. He is already dozing off in a beanbag in the corner, a vintage handheld gaming system resting in his lap still playing idle music. You whisper a goodbye over your shoulder heading out the door, but before you cross the doorway back into the hallway, calloused fingertips wrap around your wrist.

“Wait...” his speech is broken up by a yawn, using his free hand to rub the sleep from his eyes, 

“Let me take you to dinner?” it's less of a question and more of an order.

“Hannie,” a sweet nickname you’ve subconsciously adopted from Lee know, 

“you’re so tired, don’t even try to deny it,” you respond to his ask, accurately predicting his next tactic causing his mouth to close as he swallows his words and contemplates a backup plan,

“Fine, I am tired, but I’m also sooo hungry,” he pleads with puppy dog eyes, dramatically gripping his stomach, trying to pull the sympathy card, but that ends up backfiring, as you’re now concerned that he isn’t taking care of himself.

“You haven’t eaten?! Come on man!” chastising him in a joking tone. His imploring face turns to one of shock as he goes to defend himself,

“I rushed home after we finished to see you! I bet you haven’t had dinner either!” His read is valid, pointing out your hypocrisy. If his comment about skipping out on food to see you wasn’t enough to drain the sternness from your tone, your embarrassment over your sanctimonious scolding was. Sighing, you relent, 

“Fine, but you aren’t calling a ride, I’ll drive.”

Dinner with Han was the highlight of your week. You try not to think about it, but recently he has become the highlight of every week. The conversation is pleasant as ever; Han's silly nature has you sending jokes back and forth filling the nearly empty restaurant with bellowing laughter, even earning some snickers from the older cashier/server you could only assume is the owner or at least related to them. At one point, you even choke on your soda when Han made some offhand, absurd comment causing you to spit the drink, luckily, into a napkin and not his face or food, earning concerned looks from the few other tables and another lambasting from you. He insisted on paying for your meal, making it feel even more like a date, which only made your heart sink more as you laid in bed reflecting on the evening, once the post-date high wore off after dropping him off. There was only one upgrade left that you offer, and you had a strong inclination that the next time you worked, there would be that last appointment made at that cute man’s apartment.

Unsurprisingly, there was a new appointment with the all too familiar address for your earliest availability, but the whole calendar had been cleared after that. You would ask your manager about it, but he wasn’t in the store, which wasn’t out of the ordinary. You asked some of the other aquarium techs, but they hadn’t seen him either. It wasn’t till you entered the customer facing portion of the store and spoke to the cashier that they broke the news that your shit-head manager was finally canned for not completing job duties. While it was long overdue and definitely for the best for the company, you couldn't help but worry that the replacement would be stricter on your scheduling and keep a closer eye on your whereabouts, but that shouldn’t really be a problem after your appointment with Han tomorrow. After a quick phone call with upper management, you realize it actually won’t be a concern at all, as you’ve been promoted, you are the replacement.

You toyed with the idea of cancelling on Han; if you keep pushing it off, there would never be a last booking. You could save the final install for when you were ready to say goodbye, but you knew that day wouldn’t come. Plus if you pushed it off too much, they would probably just give the appointment to someone else so you can focus on your new managerial duties. Han had obviously become more than a client, not even the most delusional, irrational person could deny your growing feeling for him. It would be better to just rip the bandage off and move on. You steel yourself as you ring the doorbell one last time with your stupid cart filled with the supplies for a small brine shrimp hatchery, so he can have live food for his spoiled babies. 

Soon after letting you in, Han had to take a phone call, leaving you alone in his room. You were simultaneously grateful for not having to navigate telling him that you won’t be seeing him anymore just yet and sad that your last hangout with him was sabotaged by some important conversation he just had to have right now when he should be hovering over you gushing about all the documentaries he has been watching or games he's been playing. When he finally enters the room, he finds you gathering your things.

“Damn, you're already finished?”

“No worries, Mr. Han. I’m all done here; you've got the whole shabang. Very jealous. Your fish are very lucky to have you,” you say, trying to cover your sadness with some joking sass, but it comes out a bit more cold than you would’ve liked, returning to formalities trying to solidify the customer and worker dynamic in your mind. The tightness in your chest making your trash acting skills even worse. Trying not to look his way for too long, especially due to the puzzled expression written all over his face as he tries to figure out what has come over you, you keep your head buried in your bag. 

“I’m sorry, I wouldn't have taken the call if I didn’t have to,” he apologizes trying to solve your sour mood. 

“No! It's fine, really! Please don’t be sorry; just feel like I missed out a little…” you confess; you are upset but not at him, and you can’t leave him thinking he had done something wrong. At your words the smile he had greeted you with returns to his lips,

“I’ll just have to bother you extra next time,” he says in a mocking tone. Face scrunching as you search for the words for a moment,

“Like I said, you’ve gotten all the upgrades available…” letting your words trail off, hoping he would put two and two together.

“Oh… well…I think Lee know said he wants a tank in his room for enrichment for the cats, or... maybe we could put one in the living room; that would look cool, right?” He is racking his brain for ideas to keep you around. You force a smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes as you relay the ‘good’ news,

“I’ve actually been promoted again. This is my last appointment as an aquarium tech.” His face drops reminding you of when you denied him fish all those weeks ago, and if you thought it was heartbreaking then, the look on his face is practically earth shattering. He’s done trying to cover his motives, he decides before speaking softly,

“I don’t want to stop seeing you” his words are barely audible. Just as your words shocked him into confession, his do the same to you.

“I’d gladly go back to sucking up fish poop to keep spending time with you,” your admission triggers such a strong grin from him that it pinches his misty eyes causing the tears to gather in the corners threatening to spill down his pink cheeks that match your own. After a deep breath with just the trace of a quiver, he makes a proposition,

“How about you start coming over as my,” he pauses looking for the right word, 

”friend,” he lands on skeptically, like he was planning on saying something else,

“not my aquarium guy?”

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A.n- yes is do keep fish, how’d you know? This was inspired by the Han and Bang chan interview on Jaefriends when Han admits to being a big online/impulse shopper or “pushover consumer”. This took me so long to write; smut remains so much easier for me to write. I guess it's easier to be horny and depraved than to be wholesome and vulnerable. will consult the council on this one.

-mo 🐠

pic creds: pinterest x x

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hi ! ˃ ᵕ ˂ could I req ethan landry? anything cute or headcanons you have, could be anything at all. I miss my boy</3

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Ethan Landry headcanons . . . ♡

- he isn’t on social media that much. he really only made an account on everything because you asked. So he sends you the most outdated things

- his hands are ALWAYS cold. He uses it to his advantage. Either his hand creeps towards yours, telling you that his hands are cold and he just wants to warm them up! (it’s an excuse to hold yours). He’ll occasionally randomly touch your neck or face knowing his hand is cold and you’ll flinch.

- he’s not the most organized. he spends so much time on his work from classes that it doesn’t register to him to ever fully clean up. He gets confused when you randomly start wiping down his desk, putting away his clothes, etc. it looks fine to him!

- he has a small fear of dogs. You can’t convince me otherwise. Big or small ones, he’s a little hesitant to get near them. You make fun of him for it and he hates it. It’s normal!

- on the other hand, he just stares at bugs. They don’t scare him at all. Bees, wasps, flies, grasshoppers. If they come near him, he doesn’t do anything. He’ll find it really funny if you speed walk away or scream. “Theyre just bugs. It’s more afraid of you than you are of it.” He’ll tell you.

- there aren’t many bright colors in his wardrobe. All blacks, browns, reds, and blues. You realize this when you’re laying down with him and his closet is wide open, it blends in with the dark light!

- his music taste actually does vary. he really does listen to anything if it’s on. Even if it’s country! He doesn’t care what you put on. Pop, rock, metal, rap, r&b, indie, oldies. He’ll listen to it happily.

- unfortunately, he’s one of those people to buy very specific things for small issues. A travel blender, passport case, luggage scale. You try and tell him most of it is useless and he’s just over consuming, but he doesn’t budge.

- he’s actually really good at cooking. If you sleep the night with him, you’ll wake up to a small plate of salmon salad, sunny side eggs, fruit and cereal bowl, pasta. Anything you want!

- on the top of sleeping with him, he’s definitely an early bird. he wakes up at 6am sharp, maybe even earlier depending if his day is busy. he’ll try getting into his routine too, but if you don’t want to then he’ll happily just let you sleep in later in his bed.

- but if you do, he’s really happy about it! it motivates him more, way more. he’ll do extra things that weren’t apart of his day before. he’ll go and eat out with you a good breakfast, get a small walk in with you, study for a few hours. Not even a date needed, and his day was amazing as is.

- often enough, he does enjoy his online games. If you aren’t interested in such things, and just want to be with him he’s perfectly fine with you sitting next to him, or even right on him to be closer. he’ll take the teasing from Chad over the game.

- he really likes watching you get ready. he’s aware some guys don’t, and hate waiting. but he’s perfectly fine with it! he likes listening to you explain the steps of your makeup routine, how you curl your hair, what perfumes you like the most and for what occasions.

- no matter how long you’ve been together, he still gets nervous over public displays of affection. If you hold his hand, hug or kiss him out of the blue, he can barely speak.

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thank you so much for reading! sorry if this short but I hope you enjoyed💌 xo

[beatrixst0nehill]

"Daddy, I'm so happy you're finally back!" Jessica approached her dad. "Look, daddy! I transitioned into a girl, I'm Jessica now!" She said, deliberately bouncing her big tits with no bra, hoping for validation.

"I go around the world on the biggest humanitarian effort my company has ever embarked on and come home to see this is how my son spends his time? Let me guess, you're not even in college?"

"But Daddy! I stream online, I make great money, um, doing something called 'OnlyFans', it's a bit hard to describe...."

Her dad groped Jessica's breasts, tugging on them, slapping them. "I know what it is! So my son grows a pair of cow tits when I'm not home, sits home playing games and jerking off in front of a camera for strangers! Is that it?"

"Um, it's a bit more than that, I use my toys and--" Jessica yelped as her dad pulled and slapped her breasts again. He reached into her panties and pulled out her ten-inch, rock-hard cock. Because having her big fat tits smacked around by her daddy made her so hard she almost came.

"Look at this swollen thing, is that all my son is good for, putting on girls' clothes and jerking off?"

"Ummmm, well..... I'm getting good at speedrunning?" She giggled softly, wincing as he raised his other hand, pulling her in by the cock.

"And your cock is getting hard just from my smacking those man-tits of yours, pathetic little cunt."

He let go, and Jessica's cock shot eight loads on the floor. "S-Sorry daddy, I'll clean up!"

"Lick it up."

"Excuse me?"

"You're a dirty little whore now, right? So lick it up."

Jessica obeyed her dad. "Yes, daddy."

"You have two options. Either I sell you to a brothel that specializes in boys like you, or you detrans in front of your beloved audience. I want you to take testosterone and tell them you're really a guy. I want you to work out at least six hours a day, I'll get you some protein shakes and we're going to bulk up that pathetic, girly body of yours. Is that clear?"

"Yes daddy. I'll detrans for you!" she said, getting up, wiping off her lips.

"Good boy, we'll make sure you get nice and strong, than I'll take you to the brothel I was going to sell you to, and you can pick out a nice, fat-titted trans girl to be your bride. How does that sound?"

"Can I pick out two or three trans girls to buy and marry?"

"Don't push it. And by the way....."

"Yes, daddy?"

"I'm SlutOwner633."

"You--what? You're my biggest donor!? Wait..... but daddy!"

"Watching your vids and showing them to my colleagues was the best part of my time away. Watching you fist your ass and moan, cumming like a pathetic whore whenever I gave a big donation. I've been fantasizing about making you detransition in front of your audience for years. I knew you were on blockers, too, before I left."

"Oh.... I thought you found my dresses, I was so nervous...... I guess you did."

He caressed Jessica's cheek, then gave her a hearty slap. "My dumb, porn-brained boy. Don't worry, I'll make you into a man, darling." He groped and squeezed on of her breasts as hard as he could. "I'll schedule you for an appointment to get these things removed right away while I'm at it."

Jessica winced, rock hard once again. "Thank you, daddy...... I can't wait to start T for you and lose my breasts for you! ❤️"

[keylimeextract]

D.A.M.N Crew Headcanons:

(Pets Edition!)

(This ended up being a lot longer than i originally thought it would be, so i'm going to be putting the rest of it under the cut, sorry!)

•Huxley:

Huxley owns a bearded dragon! I think that he would like a pet thats fairly easy-going, something that he can just sit and chill with while he read or writes. it would be spoiled rotten too, of course. Huge tank, multiple heat lamps, plenty of places for it to hide, and climb, and burrow. He'll occasionally take it outside and sit with it in his garden, letting it soak in all the natural sunlight. Damien has also caught him multiple times trying to teach it tricks. Hux read online somewhere that they can be taught simple commands, and he ran with the idea of his beardie learning to fetch. Its going about as well as you think it would. Oh well. they both seem happy.

•Damien:

I don't really see Damien as a big pet person to be honest! He would be one of those people that makes a big fuss about not wanting a pet because it would, "destroy the house" or he would try and pull the, "we don't have enough space for a pet" card, but eventually, after some heavyyy convincing from Hux, he gets one (begrudgingly of course). And, not because he likes it or anything, he buys it a cute little collar, and some fancy new bowls, and a new bed. And, not because he cares about it or anything, he lets it sleep with him and Huxley in bed(purely because Huxley likes to cuddle with it, of course). And, it’s solely a coincidence, that when their new pet comes running between their feet during dinner, he just so happens to clumsily drop a small bit of human food on the floor…But yea, no, he's definitely not a big pet person.

•Gavin:

Gavin also doesn't seem like much of a pet person to me! He's less of the Damien type about it though, he won’t feign disintrest in a cute new puppy or a skittish little rabbit. He would like something simple to care for though. I could see Gavin with a cat! Just imagine it, Freelancer coming home after a long day at DAMN, silently praying Gav had already done the chores they have been trying to ignore for the past few days. They unlock the door and step into their cozy little apartment. Finally. The bag gets thrown to the floor, shoes hurriedly come off and. Oh. Theres Gavin. On the couch. Half asleep and cuddled up with their cat. They reach over and gently hold the side of his face, silently asking if they can join them. Ha, as if they had to ask.

•Freelancer:

Freelancer seems like the type of person to own a dog! They love going out with Gavin and walking it around the neighborhood. I can also see them taking Caelum out on walks with them as well! He loves seeing how fast he can run, and tries to race the dog up the sidewalk of the street. He still hasn't won. Yet. Freelancer thinks its funny to watch as Gavin tries not to look insane while running after a child who seemingly isn't there. The walk home is their favorite part, though. Getting inside, all tired and cuddled up on the couch with their little family. It makes the rest of the world feel so small. After all the chaos in the beginning of their little adventure, they love the peace they get to feel running their hands lazily through their dogs fur.

•Lasko:

I think Lasko would be one of those people to be really into collecting things, which is why i think he would be one of those bug collectors. I know in one of the Reductive Audio videos he was assigned as that one picture of the person holding that huge snail (LOL) so maybe thats why, but I just love the idea of Lasko of all people having these interesting pets! He loves them more than anything, you just know. He's done all the research before hand on all of their care needs and he knows all of the exact temperatures and conditions each of his bug children needs to thrive. When Dear first came over, he was a bit nervous that they would be, well, a bit nervous around his pets, but after they got over their initial weariness, they actually think they're kinda cute. Kinda. Seeing Lasko's eyes light up as he nervously infodumped about blue death feigning beetles definitely made them seem a little less intimidating. A little.

•Dear:

Dear is another person I could see having an unconventional pet! I think they would have a snake, specifically a ball python! Dear thinks that their little puppy dog faces are so cute, and is definitely one of those pet parents whose camera roll is full of pictures of their pet doing absolutely nothing. They would carry it around their neck while they're doing simple chores around the house and grading classwork. I can also see them and Lasko bonding over their weird pets and how misunderstood they are! They take turns showing each other their enclosures and trying to get each other more comfortable holding their respective pet(s). Lasko finds it relaxing to stroke their snakes scales; Dear finds it manageable to hold the stick bug...for a few seconds. they're getting there.

(This is my first time writing something like this, I hope that isn't too obvious haha! Thank you for reading!❤︎)

[reeeooohhheehee]

Thumbelina

tags : obey me x gn ! mc , scenario , satan x gn!mc , beelzebub x gn!mc , belphagor x gn!mc , barbatos x gn!mc , solomon x gn!mc , obey me mc harem , sfw

(BEEL AND BELPHIE’S PART IS CONNECTED)

wherein they accidentally turned you into a thumbelina. (oopsies)

SATAN:

He was shook when he saw you on the table. You were staring back up at him. You and he were working on a small project for a class in RAD and the potion you were making spilled onto you. Satan furiously flipped through the pages, having to turn you back to normal before Lucifer gets his hands on him.

“I’m sorry.” he said, smiling anxiously.

“I’m gonna shove my foot down your throat when I turn back.”

BEEL:

Beel wanted you to try eating a new dish that he found online! He didn’t really read the ingredients wherein one of them could shrink a human into a tiny little atom. The moment you laid your head on your bed and from the moment you woke up, you saw the world how a cockroach or a fae would.

Once Beel came inside your room, he tried looking for you up and down. He thought you were with Belphie so he ran up to the attic.

BELPHIE:

Belphie had your tiny body in his palm, blinking. “I could fold my hands and watch you die like this.” he said, smiling as he looked at you. You tried to scurry away only to be stopped by his thumb. “Oh chillax, I’m not gonna do that. Lucifer’s gonna have my head hung outside of the house if I do that.” Beel rushed into the attic, looking at you. “Oh Diavolo, I’m so sorry Mc! Please forgive me, I didn’t know what the food contained.”

Let’s just say before Beel bought anything new for you and him to try, he’d first read all the ingredients.

BARBATOS:

You had a few things to buy in the Human Realm and you asked him to accompany you. Barbatos agreed, no hesitations asked, and held your hand as he went through the portal. But when you guys came out, he was nervous as he held you in his palm.

Apparently, the portal had… a teeny flaw and made you small. “Oh my.. I am so sorry, Mc. Please forgive me.”

“You’re paying for my things.”

SOLOMON:

Solomon decided to laugh at you. He asked you to be the test subject for an experiment he conducted. You were the size of half a pencil because of it. “Stop laughing you shady wizard! Is there a solution?” you ask as he flipped through the pages of his potions book.

“Oopsies.”

“What? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY oOpsIes?” you exclaimed. “Guess who’s gonna stay like that for a week.” he replies. You ignored him for more than a week, even when you turned back to normal.

[newkatzkafe2023]

The BALLADS OF SUN WUKONG

Yandere Monkey king harem x Manipulative Queen Reader

Chapter 5 Youthful indiscretions part 2

The Wukongs were currently back at Flower fruit mountain, each of the men were making plans to impress and improve your opinion on them. Nezha Wukong was doing some online shopping ordering real diamond jewelry and dresses.

(Nezha Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh she's gonna love this😁

(Netflix Wukong) She's gonna look like those big beautiful movie stars🤩

(Lmk Wukong) Are you sure this is a good idea for you to spend all that money??🤨

(Nezha Wukong) Oh please, this is all pocket change. Besides, this is all for our beautiful Y/n🥰

While Lmk, Netflix, and Nezha continue alot of online shopping shopping to impress you🛍. HIB, BMW, MKR Wukong, and the destined one discussing stage two of their plan.

(HIB Wukong).......Did you guys see the ranking?😐

(BMW and MKR Wukong) We did👿

The Destined one nodded, but he was just as pissed off as he and the monkey kings looked at the date rank chart the one we posted for the suitors to see

Jin Zhāng

Fu Gao

Aizen Cai

Ming Li

Kai Du

Rui Bai

Pai Wang

Monkey kings + Destined one

the very bottom of the barrel, the destined one felt the audacity of the ranking board. Making him low-key angry but he remained calm because the group had a plan to better their chances with you.

(BMW Wukong) So we were able get info and made a folder on our queen y/n😌

(MKR Wukong) But we are still missing a few possibly crucial details on her, fruity had did his best but we still need more material😑

(Destined one)(So any ideas on what are we gonna do now???)😥

Meanwhile you had went out to a local park. You looked around in your mini binoculars looking for something...............or someone😈

Across the playground you had gone to for your daily yoga Exercise was Luier and Silly girl, you watched as HIB Wukong went to a park Kiosk to get food when the kids got hungry and that when you made your move.

(Queen Y/n) Bingo😈

You then grabbed your yoga mat and head for a part of the grassfeild, and set up your place and begin your Routine feeling relaxed as you felt the wind in your long fur but also made sure the kids see you

It didn't take long at all for Luier to notice you a tall pretty monkey lady, and Silly girl looked over and giggled at you and started to waddled and crawl to where you are.

(Luier)(nervous) Wait Silly girl Don't bother the lady😥

Luier ran to stop his baby sister but she already reached you, as you went into your child's pose you hear giggling and peaked to see a baby girl.

(Queen Yn)(cooing) Why hello little one🥰

Silly girl giggled as you held her close, she was the cutest thing you have ever seen and reminded you of a baby monkey with how she would climb on you.

(Luier)(nervous) I'm sorry about my sister miss😥

(Queen Y/n)(smile sweetly) Oh don't even apologize she's adorable😇

You sit and and drink some water as silly girl sat and tried to catch your tail, from behind you and that's when you introduced yourself

(Queen yn) My name is Yn, who are you little man???😇

(Luier)(shocked) Oh uhh I Luier, that's Mt little sister Silly girl😮

(Queen Yn) Oh nice to meet you know, are you both alone?

(Luier) No my dad is here he's buying lunch 🙃

(Queen Yn) Oh he sounds like a good daddy😏

(Luier) Oh yeah he's the best father ever😄

(Queen Yn)(smirking) Really tell me more???😏

Then Luier ran his mouth like a wheat-eater on rocket fuel, as he talked about anything and everything. Mostly about his dad, his friends and about the other kids too. You smirked remembering fruity, so they know each other good. Then, after a while, Luier started to ask questions about you, which kinda surprised you, but you were more then happy to answer😈

(Luier) so what's your favorite color?🧐

(Queen Yn) Black😇

(Luier) What's your favorite animal?🧐

(Queen Yn) Cats😇

(Luier) what's your favorite food?🧐

(Queen Yn) BBQ, seafood, spicy food, Etc😇

(Luier) What country did you always want to go to?🧐

(Queen Yn) Fuji😇

(Luier) What do you like to do?🧐

(Queen Yn) I like going shopping, sparring, traveling, spa days, throwing parties, and I hope to one day go to Saturn😇

(Luier) wowie🤩😯........Are we friends now🫣

You pause and smile at him, before Silly girl began to mumble

(Silly girl)Ma........ma......ma........ma👶

You froze and looked down at the human girl

(Silly girl) Ma...ma...mama...mama...MAMA👶

You smiled happily at Silly girl's jumbled words, before you turned to Luier

(Queen Yn) We are more then that Luier☺️

Luier Smiled cheerfully at you before you noticed, that Wukong was coming back with a bag of food. You decided to take your leave as you gently place Silly girl in his back basket.

(Queen Yn) it's time for me to go dear, it was nice meeting you

(Luier) Bye Miss Y/n, see you later

HIB Wukong finally arrived to see Luier by the grassfeilds, looking in the distance

(HIB Wukong) Hey you Two are you both ok?😧

(Luier) Ohhhhhhhhhh yeah Silly girl, wondered off to bother this lady but she didn't mind😀

(HIB Wukong) Oh, didn't I tell you not to talk to strangers🤨😠

(Luier) but Y/n was so super nice to us, and even didn't get mad a me asking questions

HIB Wukong spat his peach soda out at the info that Luier shared

the love of his life was here, just now talking lovingly to his two children. This immediately messed with his fatherly instincts, especially when Luier explained how you happily played with Silly Girl and how you answered every question Luier had with out a problem.

(HIB Wukong)(shaken) Umm it's getting late, we need to go home now

Luier was confused but nodded as him and Silly girl was hastened out the grand park, he needed to know what the conversations were about and why did you choose to approach Luier.

Meanwhile you walked home smirking you knew already that the monkey kings were spying on you, Fruity being a bit of a give away but...

What's wrong with making the ball roll faster😈

Phase two complete On to phase 3😈

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG😈

[accio-victuuri]

Bunny laoshi’s 1005 birthday CPNs Part I 🎂

I am giving it this title cause i’m pretty sure we will have more in the next releases or whatever. So yeah. First, I wanna thank you xiao laoshi for all the shiny presents he gave us for his birthday! we have been so blessed! I mean those photos from XZS? and the biggest CPN of the day which is him featuring the Leica camera we have been screaming about for the past days. Personally, we can skip all of these and that sugar alone is enough. But apparently, there’s more….

I will start with my favorite which is related to the birthday cake he was holding in one of the photos.

The person who designed the cake shared info on their creation. No problem. Anyone would be proud for making a cake for a celebrity like XZ. Yes, it’s camping themed. Which is a recurrent CPN in this fandom since both of them suddenly became camping enthusiasts around the same time.

This time the customer wanted to make a camping model, so I started looking for some pictures from my colleagues. But because Master Fang doesn’t make other store models, He finally decided to use the scene of Xinjiang grassland then add with other camping accessory of ours~

AND THIS CAKE SHOP IS LOCATED IN HANGZHOU. Who is in HZ? Who frequents HZ? Definitely not ZZ. So who had this commissioned??? I’m sorry but as soon as I heard Hangzhou, what came to mind is WYB. I swear. He is that city’s adopted son or something.

Out of all ZZ’s “hobbies” who would decided let’s do camping. I can only think of Bobo. And the delivery fee is 3k. There is really nothing top expensive when it comes to each other.

Next is how photos were with him holding the Leica. Kind of like how the camera was posted in WYB’s photosets in Paris. They are both showing off. Clearly.

When you put the bday messages from their studios side by side — it appears that the theme and pattern is the same. 😂😂😂😂

lament about how time flies >> one year role review >> talk about life >> good wishes

I mean it’s not the most unique format but it’s so cute seeing how similar. even how it’s split in paragraphs.

Tho I have to say wyb’s was very very special. That message made me tear up.

WYB is about to go home, Paris to China and he is wearing Ralph Lauren. Yes, ZZ is endorsing the fragrance but it’s still an interesting choice.

I am cackling tho cause you can see that WYB was online at midnight! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It got some people nervous. Will he greet XZ? Will he comments on XZ’s bday post? I mean what’s going on???

Turns out, WYB posted about his experience with the Chanel PFW. This is the perfect time cause he is literally leaving Paris. What’s funny tho are the people commenting. It’s BXGs. Because come on, who’s awake? It’s us. We are awake cause it’s GG’s bday. I took a screenshot, just look at the pfps. I think by the time I publish this post, it will be overtaken by so/os cause one fan club asked other so/os to comment. Lol.

Some are saying the first words he used to describe the show are actually for ZZ’s photos but i really don’t buy that. and well, he is gonna see the love of his life soon ^^ I really hope they get to spend sometime 1005 or over the weekend 😌😌😌

and well the repost on ZZ’s birthday post on his own weibo is another story too 😂😂😂

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AND SOME LAST WORDS ABOUT ZZ PULLING OFF THIS CAMERA CANDY TODAY. It’s actually a joint effort. Intentional or not, I’m all for it. It goes to show that the way we speculate on things actually make sense and are not too out there. They could easily hide the camera if they want to block all the cpf talk but they didn’t. It was displayed proudly.

It’s one of those things where I think they/their team really listen in on what’s going on in the turtle fandom and they get to decide which ones will be given more fuel or not. Again, their relationship is between them, but imagine them willingly sharing this personal part of their life to us is making me 😭😭😭.

Whether it’s the exact same camera or not. XZS’ posting closed the loop of doubt. It’s not all on WYB’s side, ZZ claimed it too. and that to me is an iron clad cpn. No one can say that “WYB is just trying to feed the cpfs…”. It’s mutual.

It’s a lesson on believing in them. A couple of times this year, I’ve seen people question them. Always throwing tantrums for “lack of candy” and being annoying. Be patient. You will be rewarded if you just wait — appreciate them as people and enjoy the content they put out. It will come to us in time. Trust them. 🤍

-END.

[pablitogavii]

could you write smth where at like an event, people are saying that the reader isn’t rich enough or good enough to be dating pablo and she doesn’t tell him but he finds out and gets mad but the ending is sweet and cute <3

True Treasure

You attended one of the Barça events with Pablo after you finally went public about your relationship after five months of being together in secret.

Most of his fans were very kind to you especially since you weren't trying to use his fame for yourself but lived a normal life even when everyone found out you were his girlfriend.

You were very nervous about the event as it is because you get anxious in large crowds of people you don't know. And to make things worse some haters online really got you self conscious on your way there.

y.n.bebe

Barcelona, Spain

Ready for the dinner. Gracias amor por un foto <;3 @pablogavi

comments:

pablogavi: que guapa <3

hater123: that dress is literally so cheap!!

hatersclub: she looks so simple :/

besthater: nahh gavi buy her some clothes cause she poor!!

You were glad that Pablo put his phone on silent when he drove so that he didn't read any of those comments cause he would go crazy if he knew.

You didn't really care much abut branded clothes or shiny jewelry but when you arrived to the party, that's all you saw.

All the guys were in expensive suits, just like Pablo was and it looked so freaking good on him! All the women were either wearing Dior, Channel, Versace or some other brand I didn't even know about.

"You okay?" he asked snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you close and you just nodded faking a smile not wanting him to worry about this.

You were next to take photos and you never felt more uncomfortable. Everybody was looking at you smiling but all you thought was that they thought your dress was cheap and that you didn't belong here.

"Um..I'm sorry Pablo..I need some air" you said after the photos walking out to get some fresh air suddenly the whole room feeling stuffy and heavy. Pablo of course followed after you worried what happened.

"You feeling anxious princesa??" he said kissing your head and you just nodded your head looking at how beautiful Barcelona looked a t night from the balcony you were at.

"I'm sorry Pablo.." you said tears spilling down your cheek obviously not because you were anxious but because you felt like you didn't deserve him, like you were embarrassing him.

"Amor..que pasa? Tell your Pablito what's wrong please?" he pulled you in closer raising your chin and drying a tear from your face.

"I..don't belong here. I'm not rich enough..and I shouldn't have came" you said unable to keep quiet any longer really wanting to go home right now.

"Amor..where is this coming from huh? Of course you belong here! You're my girl and the most beautiful woman tonight" he spoke kissing your lips afterwards and you sniffled.

"But..but I'm not wearing expensive clothes like everyone here" you said and Pablo giggled pulling you closer into him and kissing the top of your head.

"And why do you think I chose you? Out of all those influencers flashing Versace in my face wanting me just because they want to be Barcelona Wags... I chose you because even in a simple white dress, you look breathtaking to me princesa.." Pablo spoke with his hands on your hips and you smiled blushing a little.

"R..really??" you say looking up and he smiled nodding his head and holding your face and kissing your lips lovingly.

"Mhm..now come with me and let's enjoy the party princesa!" he said and you nodded walking back inside spending truly a magical night together.

pablogavi

Love isn't about expensive clothes and jewelry...love is about connection, laughs, silly arguments and LOTS of cuddles! I can't believe there are people who can hate on such an angel who makes me so happy every day. My favorite thing she wears is my hoodie <3 Te amo princesa!! @y.n.bebe

comments:

gavifan: I read the comments underneath her latest post. some people are so hateful that it's unimaginable! just because somebody's not rich doesn't mean they are worthless. this girl is such a sweet soul and deserves all love that Pablo knows how to give <3

gavirafanclub: i love y.n because she is not one of those fake plastic influencers trying to get famous by being with gavi! she is the real one!!

y.n.fangirl: made me so angry to see them comment how her dress is "cheap" when it looked absolutely stunning on her! she's an 18 year olf girl and is dressing according to her age!

gavi_y.n_lovestory: this picture is soo cute!! she's so precious pablo! protect her at all cost <33

Pablo's post really meant a lot to you and it inspired all of your friends to stand in your corner as well which wasn't what you expected at all to happen.

mikkykiemeney story: people hating on this angel is unacceptable! true value is in your heart! <3 love you hermanita mia!

pedri story: amiga mia! you are more than amazing and we all love you very much! stop hating on good people!!

aurorapaezg story: hermanita mia preciosa! I love you so much and don't let any haters get you down! you're the best thing that happened to my hermano and we love you so much!!! <33

siramartinez story: I'm in complete disbelief that this girl is receiving hate! she's the sweetest human and always there to support her boyfriend! ps. pls let me borrow that dress cause it's bomb girl!!!

[scp230kinnie]

HIII!!I just saw the goth reader head cannons I was wondering if you go to more (or a fic thing up to you😭) with hunter sylvester?‼️ -anon🕷️

I CLOSED AND FORGOT TO SAVE SO IM REWRITING THIS FOR THE SECOND TIME (kill me😻)

Hunter Sylvester x goth! Reader hcs PART 2!!!!

Once again guys I am not goth though I am alternative, so if I get any information wrong or that should be removed, please comment or dm me and I will correct myself as soon as I can

Also sorry if some of these are the same as the other one I’m not rereading it

He honestly doesn’t care how you dress, but I mean the fact that you’re wearing all black is a major bonus

It honestly depends. Sometimes he'd love it, and other times, it'd give him anxiety. Like, on one hand, it's super cute, and he loves how it looks, but it also makes him *noticeably* nervous, since he's worried that people are staring at "his" person. And yeah, there *is* obviously the chance that they're just wearing it to look cool, but he'd still be a tad paranoid, lol.

He absolutely adores you. He loves seeing you in those long flowy black dresses

I’m pretty sure I wrote this in the last one, but he loves to watch you do your makeup

He does complain about how long you take to get ready though

And if he’s feeling REALLY REALLY NICE (rare) he might (KEYWORD MIGHT) let you do goth makeup on him. Makeup here being used loosely. Trad goth.

Only if you let him do corpse paint on you

Sharing makeup with ur boyfriend LMFAO

The movie is set in Oregon, idk if you’re changing that based on ur head or if ur shifting or something, but that place is full of “normal” people I’d say

So before you started dating, if you were in the same school at least, you were one of the only “alternative” people in school, and he noticed that

This guy doesn’t usually get crushes okay.

He’s married to metal

But he liked your look

You can decide how you guys meet/start dating cause there’s infinite ways

He appreciates your individualism, and that’s a part of why he likes you

He’s definitely called you emo a few times (I’m so sorry)

Teach him somethings about goth culture.

He won’t sit down and let you lecture him, but occasionally if you say some comment about the culture he’ll probably retain that information

He doesn’t really care, but he wants you to be happy, so maybe he’ll do a bit of his own research

He loves concerts, so he will accompany you to goth concerts even if he doesn’t listen to the music

He uses his dads card to buy you clothes and accessories

He will come to thrift stores with you.

He’ll say he thinks it’s stupid

Something about how he wouldn’t wear someone else’s clothes

Just force him to go through t shirts and maybe he’ll find some good band tees (neither metal nor goth but I have found sws and mcr shirts at thrift stores)

Even if he does buy some thrift store band tees, he’ll probably complain about how he could get them new from concerts or online or something

But he’ll buy you whatever you want

Imagine doing that one tiktok trend that’s like “guess whos outfit is whos 😁” and forcing him into some black dress LMFAO

speaking of tiktok, social media, whatever, he doesn’t like posting. He’ll scroll through and look and metal memes or something, but he doesn’t like posting himself and is hesitant to let you post him

But if you do post videos/pictures of him and compliment him and do couples trends, he’ll say it’s embarrassing but he secretly likes it

I imagine him telling someone about you and the other person is like “goth girl *lip bite*” or something thinking you’re like an e girl

First off, he’s a little possessive of you

Second off, (assuming you’ve taught him some stuff about being goth) he yells at them and tells them off and something about how e girls are weird

If you teach him how to take good pictures, he’ll be your personal photographer, especially if he really likes your outfit

If you actually go and ASK him to take pictures of you he’ll complain and tell you to do it yourself but he’ll do it for you anyway because he loves you

If you wear those long boots, (same goes for emos who wear knee high converse) sometimes he’ll untie them, just pull the laces or whatever just to fuck with you

He’ll go to record/cd stores and see one of the bands you like and he’ll buy it for you

He loves you no matter what you look like. I mean maybe not if ur a country person but… for the sake of fiction he loves you

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Leave sweet home requests if you’re reading this

Also what piercings do you guys think I should get (I already have septum, navel, industrial, and ears)

[zzz-archive]

[Video Description:

A shot of the top of a dresser, with clear, sparkling gems resembling diamonds littered across it, and an untied red gift ribbon. Besides that, there are also a wrapped gift, a makeup mirror, and a mannequin bust wearing Astra Yao's necklace. Dialogue plays over this scene, as follows:

Evelyn: [Knocking.] Miss Yao, you need to hurry. We're running late. We have a nine o' clock online meeting with Odeum's management, and at 2 PM, there's...

Astra: Hmm – coming! Can you grab my going-out stuff first? Pretty pleeease~

Evelyn: Of course. Now please hurry up and get ready. [Footsteps.] Clothes... Hairband... Earrings... Necklace... Hm? This gemstone... Isn't it the same as the others? And this necklace...

Astra: I'm here, I'm here~ You're the best, Eve~ Everything's so tidy and perfect! Ah – um...

Evelyn: *sigh* You know you've got my full support when it comes to buying things you like, Miss Yao, but buying this many identical gemstones... That's... quite something...

Astra: [Nervous laughter.] Hehe, let me explain. I know they look similar, but they're totally different! [Sound of her picking up one gemstone after another.] See this one? Its 108 facets catch the light beautifully, just like the glimmer of rippling water. And this one, it's got exceptionally high clarity, super rare~ And this one, it, um... Sorry... I've run out of excuses...

Evelyn: *light chuckle*

Astra: [Gasp.] Wait! Did you just laugh, Eve? Okay, any gem that makes you laugh must be a good one! See? Their value just went up again.

Evelyn: [Footsteps walking away.] Just so you know, the meeting starts in 20 minutes.

Astra: Plenty of time, plenty of time~ Everything's off to such a great start! I can already see everything falling perfectly into place~

End Video Description.]

[honeyhonest]

honey honest blog my dearest please please please hear me out. old men do almost nothing for me. old women though,,,,

hear me out. fem eric venue. fem crowley oh I'm on my KNEES. curing my mommy issues one old woman at a time. ugh why isn't twisted lesbian catering.

fem eric venue tho. oh. EUGHHHHH I'M NORMALLLLLL

brainrot🧠 anon is brainrotting

(gonna answer all of these asks in one go since they're the same theme)

FEMALE FELLOW HONEST I WILL SELL ALL OF MY BELONGINGS FOR YOU BLOW SMOKE IN MY FACE AND I'LL MELT ON THE SPOT LOOKING LIKE A PUPPY

male idia? amazing. fem idia? perfect. okay I love idia in both variants but idk I've been brainrotting sooo hard about fem twisted wonderland and ughhhh. fem leona would be like why is this loser looking at me so I wistfully while I just instantly snap my eyes away feeling sweaty. I'm so normal. I'm sorry. I love this blog sm I can ramble about shit like this without proper consequences. this is so dear for me. thank you ur the best and the anons are the best and og idia anon ur the best too

fem rook fem rook fem rook FUCK. I LOVE WOMEN SO MUCH. fem malleus is. EUGHHHHH. PLEA SE. SHE'S MY DREAM. MY PRINCESS. MY PRINCESS I LOVE YOUR AUTISTIC RIZZ. ILY AND YOUR TAMAGOTCHI. I'M SACRIFICING MYSELF FOR YOU. *i get dragged away wailing*

I'm gonna bash my head ITS NOT FUNNY HOW MY BRAIN JUST RELEASES CHEMICALS AT THE THOUGHT OF FEMALE MALLEUS. when will my pill fucking work pls I need sleep I can't stop thinking about fem twisted wonderland. FEMALE MALLEUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....... female Leona..... FEMALE IDI *gets shot*

spontaneous headcanons for all!! except fellow I have other things cooking for him in the kitchen of my mind

gn reader for idia-leona-malleus, fem reader for rook

fem!idia who thinks she's such a loser, she buys herself cat ears and thigh-high socks and takes cute pics with her face blurred to post for online validation... it's so slimy but she just wants to be loved (-ω-、) she wants to feel pretty and feminine!!! fem!idia who's so used to pervs in her DMs that when you start talking to her she crushes on you right away. she melts when you call her cute because she thinks she's too tall/awkward/ugly/whatever to be cutesy like the anime girls she idolizes

fem!leona who um. ummm. sorry I started thinking about her and got nervous. fem!leona who likes making you nervous. she really overplays how tall and strong she is and how she'd eat you up if you let your guard down around her. fem!leona who can just pick you up and take you anywhere with her. orz fem!leona who'd tease you about never having kissed a girl before, who'd say it's not serious, it's not like you have to get married or anything. come on, you're making such a big deal about it, how about she shows you it's nothing to be afraid of?

fem!rook who is just... rook. except a girl who's obsessed with other girls in a way that is SO not platonic. her neige and vil shrines should probably indicate that something bisexual is going on with her, but it's really not until she shows you her collection of stolen panties that you really think about it

fem!!malleus who is a perfect princess and deserves the world. fem!malleus who has never felt this way about anyone before and figures it's only her first friendship, all friends feel this way about each other, right? but when you try to fix her tamagotchi or invite her to your events, she finds herself staring at you longer than usual. lilia teases her for it, and she's not quite sure why

[notmorbid]

all the acorns on the forest floor.

dialogue prompts from all the acorns on the forest floor by kim hooper.

you're biting your nails. you're nervous.

you're not old enough to die.

i want to die first. is that selfish?

i never thought i believed in fate, but maybe i do.

sometimes you have to be okay with what i don't want to tell you.

you'll always be my soulmate in another life.

my god, you don't age.

i'm opposed to baby vegetables, categorically.

are you not happy?

i'm starting to wonder if i'll always be disappointed.

i think i want you to respect me.

i said i'm not awake.

you've gotta see the worst in people to stay alive.

tragedies are indiscriminate.

you're allowed to change your mind, if you want to.

making peace with the old demons of adolescence?

strange how you can be so close to someone and just lose touch.

i wanted to call you so many times.

you should start an adventure company called 'on a whim and a prayer'.

irrational hatred is the most potent kind.

i was skeptical at first, but you made me a believer.

i've become such a bitter bitch.

marry someone sane and patient and kind.

i did and do love you.

fear comes with parenthood. it's part of the deal.

it's like i'm in a different world with you.

god, i want to consume you whole.

maybe we've both gone crazy.

i know you've been upset lately. i'm sorry i don't always say the right thing.

it's like you're picking at an open wound, keeping it from scabbing over.

don't touch me, if you can avoid it.

let's just take it one hour at a time.

have you thought about going to a grief group?

i didn't want you to be right, but you were.

i just don't understand life sometimes.

now you've got me crying.

i read this article about people who want to be vampires. they buy blood from strangers online.

our kid selves would cringe.

who could bring a kid into this world?

you seem happy. it's something in your posture.

yes. you are a better, more advanced human being than all of us.

leave me alone. i'm fine.

i've never really been on a date before.

do you think i'm a fool?

my parents can't stand the sight of me.

you deserve to feel love.

i've always wanted to be ordinary.

i'm just curious. i'm allowed to be curious, right?

i trust you to do whatever you think is right.

you pity me. i can tell.

[trannyradfem]

I seriously can't fucking believe the people on this website sometimes I swear to fucking GOD ugh.

I was visiting my grandpa in hospice!! grieving... Sometimes, a block is just a block. and not about you.

Like, please! For your own sake, even. Don't take them that personally. There is no shortage of people who disagree with me on this site, and I'm open to discussion, but I don't have the resources to fully entertain discource with every single person I interact with. Especially as this blog surprisingly grows more popular than any blog I've ever had. I did NOT see that coming. It's absolutely nothing personal.

If you're fighty about it, or I see other comments by you-- after I've interacted-- that indicate you're going to be hateful or cruel back at me, then yeah, I probably will block you. And honestly I feel more validated in my block after being shown said person saying "no debate is a TRA tactic" and "TRA trolls infiltrating radblr" when describing what I did. It's dehumanizing, acting like we can't possibly be genuine. So no, I don't want to interact with you. I do not genuinely have the energy for that.

Do the same-- curate your internet experience more, seriously, it has such a positive impact on your online experiences, and in no way waters down your radfem beliefs. sometimes posts and threads are just not worth ur time. And there is genuinely research out there on how the things you view and scroll on social media drastically influence the way you think and feel in very subtle ways that can compound over time. Seeing shit you vehemently disagree with that upsets you to that extent on repeat would have a negative impact on anyone's psyche.

Activism should be much more than just Tumblr anyways, yes?

Anyways. For anyone who's followed me, some venty updates under the cut. Sorry I haven't been around or checking notifications. I keep telling myself that I'm going to check every single one of them because I truly do appreciate the interactions and love talking with y'all, but lately I've been stretched thin and on heavy pain meds most of the time. And it's been months, even years for some of you, and the list just keeps growing longer.

I don't know when I'll get better, and it's scary. I've been sick and getting sicker for a long time now, and a lot of it is indeed from the childhood abuse and what they did to my body. But there's things happening that those factors doesn't explain, and given what I know about how the nervous system works, it might not be a great diagnosis. I love y'all and hope y'all forgive me for not being active on here. If I somehow recover I will be more responsive, promise.

I've become wheelchair bound, I'm out of work on medical leave, and every single day I feel like I'm fucking dying from my back spasms. My docs don't know what's wrong with me and I'm fucking terrified for my life after this election. My friend's parent tried to strangle her and we're trying to move her into our place to get her out of there. I have the equivalent of a full semester of revamped medical coding content to learn before I return to work. I'm not ready to lose Papa.

I have. So fucking much on my plate. I am. so tired. vhhbvghn. and I'm running out of money and my debt is catching up to me. I feel so fucking stupid now for buying a vacation plan back when I was healthier because holy shit I can't even leave the house now. The monthly payments are suffocating being out of work.

I worked so hard to build my credit score I'm so scared to lose everything I've worked so hard for. I want to be a doctor so badly, I'm already a licensed professional!! But you can't get hired as a doctor if your credit score is fucked!!! You can't get housing if your credit score is fucked... If I ever had to go back to homeless sex work I think I'd just kill myself. I don't want that, I'm not a suicidal teen anymore, like. FUCK. I want to do something meaningful with my life, I want to make this world a better place.

Today, after picking my brain on my career and the ideas I have to fix the medical industrial complex, a doctor told me I have more experience (wrt how the medical system works from several different angles) than most DOCTORS have and I was stunned. Like I squealed out a "thank you..!" and just clammed up.

That meant so fucking much to me. I feel like I have so much potential and being disabled and sick is just so fucking frustrating. Like holy fuck I'm on the right track, there are doctors that barely know me who are impressed with the very little I've been able to accomplish. Like, I gotta keep pushing forward, surviving wasn't all for naught. It's a bit of hope for me.

My nerve ablation is coming up soon, I can't wait. It's been 7 long years of that compression fracture bullshit. I'm so ready to be able to stand and exercise again.