#all the little decisions of whos sitting with who... i will be analysing it like crazy

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THE FULL TEAM PIC AFTER THE SAUNA TRIP OUGHHH

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Pt 4 - Drunk words are sober thoughts.

✩ Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: The one where Pansy organises a dinner party, you’re on the run from Theo, and bad decisions are made. Alternatively: Uncomfortable awkward tension, then smut.

A/N: We aren’t out of the trenches yet. We’ve only dug ourselves deeper with this one.

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Tags: Smut (duh),Drunk sex, PIV, Hair pulling, praise.

Songs: Love survive - Michael Nau

Star Treatment - Arctic Monkeys

The sun filters through the cracks in the blinds, casting an almost heavenly glow on your bed. The warmth was soothing, and you’d almost call it a very peaceful morning.

That is, of course, if you weren’t woken by Pansy yanking the covers off you, tossing them to the side.

You groan sleepily, rolling over as you try to shield your eyes.

“Oh come on! Merlin, you've been asleep for so long! Everyone else is up! I refuse to let you spend all holiday rotting in bed.” She nags, grabbing your arm as she tries to pull you up. You let your body go limp, the dead weight pulling you back onto the bed as you use your free hand to pull a pillow over your head.

“You know Pansy, have you ever considered my idea of a holiday is sleeping in all day?” You mumble and she tuts, grabbing the pillow from you.

“Nonsense. I’ll kill you if we don't make the most of this.”She admonishes, faffing around you like a mother hen as she walks around your shared room with Theodore (who notably wasn't there, his bed made.) She opens your closet and takes the liberty of choosing you an outfit as she flicks through your clothing, speaking again.

“We're going to celebrate the start of this beautiful Holiday I have so kindly provided us with. We’re making dinner and having a small dinner party. Nice clothes, naturally. Mattheo, Lorenzo and Theodore will be making the starters, and Draco, Blaise and I will be making the main, which means you’re in charge of dessert. Consider it a penalty for waking so late.” Pansy explained as she crouched down to sort through your other clothes.

You grumble, muttering childishly under your breath as you sit up, on the edge of your bed as you come to your senses.

“I'm putting poison in yours.” You half-joke, and she isn't phased as she tosses you a floral white sundress and a handful of jewellery. You dodge the assortment of gold sent towards you and you glare at her.

“There. You’ll have to change for dinner but this is good for now. We’re all downstairs, but I sent some of the boys to fetch the ingredients. Chop chop!” She calls out, as she descends down the stairs.

Pansy. She truly tested your patience.

You manage to drag yourself up from the warm confines of your bed as you head over to the bathroom, going to take a shower. You walk past Theodore's bed as you do so, and you see his copy of Little Women lying on his bedside table. Curiosity tugs at you.

It would be bad to take a peek, right? I mean, he did hand it to you that day in the library. Granted, he took it back right after, but surely that implied you could take a look.

You (rather weakly) justify your decision and pick up the book, thumbing through the pages as your eyes scan over the various annotations and underlined passages Theodore had analysed.

One in certain catches your attention. There, messily underlined, is the quote:

“Watch and pray, dear, never get tired of trying, and never think it is impossible to conquer your fault.”

Followed by “No. 4” scrawled in Theodore's handwriting. You frown, confusion etched on your face as you try to decipher what the four could possibly mean. You flick through the rest of the book, trying to spot any other instances.

“You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.”

No. 7

I've loved you ever since I've known you, Jo, - couldn't help it, you've been so good to me, - I've tried to show it, but you wouldn't let me; now I'm going to make you hear, and give me an answer, for I can't go on so any longer.

No. 5

You couldn't seem to find any rhyme or reason for this labelling. It was simply random parts of the text underlined every now and then with a number next to them, as though some sort of list. Your curiosity gets the best of you, and you're itching to look for more when the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs snaps you out of it. You quickly shut the book, placing it back down as you grab your dress and towel, dashing into the bathroom. You just manage to lock the bathroom door when you hear the door to your room click open, and you let out a small breath of relief. Your mind is working tirelessly, trying to decipher the cryptic annotations as you take a shower.

You finish off and get dressed in the bathroom, taking your time to avoid Theodore. By your luck, when you unlock the bathroom door and peer out the small gap, Theodore is not there, and you let out a small sigh as you step out.

You put on the jewellery Pansy set out for you and slip on some socks, combing through your wet hair as you dry it lightly. Satisfied with how you looked (you did feel rather pretty, in all honesty), you make your way downstairs.

The kitchen is empty, save for Blaise putting the groceries away into the fridge. You grin as you walk over to join him, his eyes flickering over to you as you walk in.

“Morning. You got your rest, didn't you?” He teases and you shoot him a mocking smile, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah yeah, make fun of me all you want.” You sigh as you reach for the second bag, helping him put everything away.

“Where is everyone else?” You ask.

“Pansy and Lorenzo went out to get drinks, and I'm pretty sure the rest found some sort of creek or something so I think they went out for a swim,” Blaise says and you hum, nodding.

Come to think of it, you had completely forgotten about the rather surprising development between Blaise and Pansy. You and Lorenzo had bet on it as well. Deciding to pay Pansy back the favour, you begin probing into their little dilemma.

“So Blaise, tell me. What's going on between you and Pansy?” You ask, and he chokes on the coffee he was sipping as he sets the cup down. You open one of the cupboards, storing away a packet of pasta as he looks at you.

“What do you mean?” He responded, and a small grin tugged at your lips.

“Oh come on, don't act all shy now. This whole flirting thing you have going on.” You say, vaguely motioning in his direction as you put some fruits in the fruit bowl resting on the kitchen island.

“There's nothing. Just friend.” He denies, and you turn to him, resting against the island.

“Sure. Just one thing? You're both stubborn fools. Don't let that prevent anything.” You advise, looking at him. You grab an apple, tossing it into the air before catching it as you walk past Blaise, patting him on the back.

“Right now, out. I need to start prepping the dessert.” You say, and for the first time in your life, you see Blaise ever so slightly red.

He playfully grins as he walks out, and you tie your damp hair up as you look through what the boys bought.

You settle on a classic after taking note of the copious amounts of cream cheese the boys had bought (You were reminded to never ever ask them to go shopping, and you'd be sure to remind Pansy the same.)

A salted caramel cheesecake. You decided to make the biscuit base yourself - it would serve as a good way to pass the time seeing as you had the whole day to yourself.

Before you begin cooking, you wander over to the living room. Your eyes settle on a collection of vinyl records in the corner, and you sift through the sleeves, settling on one that doesn't look immediately terrible.

You carefully place the vinyl onto the turntable, the soft crackle of the needle hitting the record filling the room. The sound of a smooth jazz melody starts playing, creating a cosy atmosphere in the kitchen. As the music envelops the space, you begin gathering the ingredients for the biscuit base.

You preheat the oven and begin making the biscuits, sifting flour into the bowl as you work. It's surprisingly relaxing, the villa is empty and you're left to your own devices, humming along to the music as you bake. Sure, you definitely weren't the cleanest baker. A simple biscuit recipe had left you with a white powder coating over the kitchen, stacks of bowls in the sink and somehow, flour on your clothes as well. You huff, dusting down your dress as you place the haphazardly shapen uncooked biscuits into the oven. It didn't matter whether they looked good or not - you'd be crushing them anyway.

It only takes about 15 minutes before the delicious aroma of vanilla fills the kitchen, You're admittedly pleased at just how good they smell, and you can only hope they taste as good as they smell.

Whilst those finish off, you begin making the actual filling of the cake. You reach for one of the bowls when a certain song begins playing, your ears perking up at the sound.

“This is my conquering song

played on a wave so strong

pulled the broke-down ride for far too long”

You lightly sing along to the lyrics, a small smile tugging on your lips as you do so. You had always imagined this song to be blissfully domestic, something you'd willingly play if you were to cook or bake, so the fact you selected it by chance made you oddly happy.

Sometimes it was the little things that count.

With a little pep in your step, you walk around the kitchen as you gather the ingredients. Liberated by the villa having no other occupants, your movements are freer, a small little (unnecessary) spin or a little break to sing along as you cook.

Now, it had been long established that you really did not have the best awareness of your surroundings. This continued to be the case now because you were sure you would have stopped immediately if you had seen Theodore leaning against the doorway of the kitchen, looking over at you.

Unfortunately for you, you did not notice him.

Theodore leans against the doorway, his eyes fixated on you. They always would be, he couldn't not look at you even if he tried to.

A fond smile is tugging at his lips, watching as you lightly sing along to the song. It's offkey, and your impromptu dance moves incorporated with your haphazard baking skills is laughable, but Theodore can only look at you and feel simultaneously so happy yet also so terrified. Terrified because he acknowledges how such a simple sight can't get that smile off his face, and the fact someone has the capability of doing that to him seems daunting. He was scared because, for a brief second, he imagined walking over and helping you. You'd look up at him with that smile of yours.

God, that smile.

You have that little impish look in your eyes, ready to poke fun at him. He does the same with you. The worst thing is if he hadn't fucked up so royally, you could have been doing that.

Instead, he pushes off the doorway to go and help you. The first part goes as expected, you see him and you yelp, spinning around. He knew your ears would turn red, as they usually did when you got embarrassed. Theodore knew you like that.

He knew you'd look at him akin to a deer caught in headlights because your mind would go blank for a second. Theodore knew you like that.

He also knew you well enough to know that, despite his own hopes of your once confused and mortified face breaking into a wide grin, it would instead fall and you would avert your eyes.

Theodore knew you like that.

He hated it.

“Oh. Hey.” You utter, clearing your throat. You berated yourself for always acting so obviously on edge when Theodore was near. He looks down at you with an indescribable look in his eyes before he speaks.

“Hey. Need help?” He asks, and you look around at the messy kitchen, before shaking your head.

You actually did, but you'd be damned if you had to spend more time with Theodore, alone. You'd either end up dead silent or stammering some embarrassing declaration. You couldn't tell which one would be worse.

“Alright.” He mused, looking down at you. He doesn't make any move to leave though, and you're hyper-aware of the fact that he is very close to you.

His hand comes up, cupping the side of your face gently as his thumb brushes against your cheekbone. His hand is there for a second too long, crossing the boundary of what it should have been. Again, it seemed as though everything you and Theodore did crossed that boundary.

“You had flour on your cheek,” he says, and you nod, drawing away your face. You turn around, praying to the gods above that they'd stop torturing you and make Theodore leave. You keep your back to him as you continue cooking, and he seems to finally leave, making you release a breath you didn't know you were holding.

You hasten your cooking after that and you're out of the kitchen in no less than 20 minutes with the cheesecake stored in the fridge as you make your way to Pansy’s room. You absolutely would not go back up to yours, as you were sure Theodore was there.

Exactly how long did you plan on running from him?

Hours have passed lazing away on Pansy’s bed, bored out of your mind when she finally returns.

“Finally.” You sassed, sitting up as she raised a brow at you.

“Why are you waiting here?” She asks, and you shrug.

“Can I not miss my friend?” You quip and she eyes you, knowing there must be another reason. She chooses not to probe further, however, joining you on her bed.

“We ought to get ready. I did tell the boys to dress nicely, we’re dignified people.”She chided as she got up, walking over to her closet.

You giggle at her swift change of actions and lean back on her bed, looking over at Pansy.

Her love for micromanaging you often was a negative, but now it could very much be a huge positive.

“Pans… You always know just how to style me right. Can you run up to my room and choose a look for me? I'm hopeless.” You groan, putting your hand on your chin in an exaggerated display of hopelessness. Her eyes light up, as though she was a little kid playing dress up, and she nods.

“Finally, you've come to your senses! I know exactly what I'm getting, wait here.” She gasps, scampering upstairs. You grin, having successfully avoided Theodore once again.

(The answer to the previous question? You'd run from him for a very long time, seemingly.)

Despite her reassurances, Panys arrives a solid half an hour later, a scarlet lace dress clutched in her hands. An impulse buy, the dress was shorter than what you usually wore. It had a fitted bodice but a flowy skirt, though it only reached your upper thigh. The long sleeves that extended down into flowy bell sleeves had to be your favourite feature of it, alongside the bustier style bodice at the front. She grins as she passes over the dress, alongside a pair of black boots.

“Dressed nicely but not too fancy. Plus I've been dying to see you wear this, so up and change.” She demands, pushing you up. You grin lightly at her antics as you take the dress, disappearing into the bathroom to change. You run your hands down your body as you admire yourself in the mirror. A hell of a good impulse buy, the dress looked incredible. The low cut was far out of your comfort zone but boundaries were meant to be pushed, right?

(No, they were not.)

Pansy gasps as you step out, pulling you over as she admires the dress, words of praise leaving her lips.

“You look so good! Oh my god, wear this everywhere.” She gushes, and you smile shyly.

“Thanks, Pans. Really. And you look incredible too, like positively mouthwatering,” You say and she grins, doing a small twirl in her satin black dress. After styling your hair and doing some light makeup, you make your way over to the dining room, which had already been set up beautifully.

The table, adorned with a crisp white tablecloth, is set meticulously with polished silverware, crystal glasses, and porcelain plates. A centrepiece of fresh flowers in varying shades of red and white adds a touch of elegance, their fragrance mingling with the soft glow of candles placed strategically around the room.

Pansy's attention to detail is evident in every aspect of the setup. Delicate linen napkins, folded artfully, rest atop each plate. You begin to feel excited for the evening, walking over to the kitchen as you look for everyone else. Theodore, Lorenzo and Mattheo are all in the kitchen, sorting panicking over the starters as they rush around like headless chickens. You step in and Lorenzo spots you, a wide grin breaking out on his face.

“Wow wow wow. Look at who we have here.” Lorenzo says admiringly, calling over the attention of the other two boys. You grin, ironically doing a small little pose to shake away the awkwardness of their gazes on you.

“Stunning!” Mattheo announces, slinging an arm over your shoulder as he ruffles your hair. You groan with disdain as you jab him in the side.

“Ow!” Mattheo complains, letting go as he frowns, rubbing his side.

“The bloody devil, you are.” He mumbles, glaring at you, A small laugh escapes your lips.

You affectionately pat him on the cheek, before turning to Lorenzo.

“What do you need help with?” You ask them, and Lorenzo shakes his head.

“Nothing. You go and rest, we’ll come serve them soon.” He says, and you nod.

You've been avoiding Theodore's gaze the whole time you've been in here, but you stupidly can't resist looking up at him and instantly regret it when he staring at you so intently. His eyes meet yours and he seemingly snaps out of it, swallowing harshly.

You quickly walk back to the dining room.

A solid 4 hours or so later, you're all lounging in the living room, stomachs full with what was a surprisingly good meal. Whilst the starters were good, Blaise, Pansy and Draco had really knocked it out of the park with the main, a mouthwateringly good risotto that you helped yourself twice to. The cheesecake seemed to be a crowd-pleaser though, with Draco having three slices.

With a glass of whiskey loosely held in your hand, you take a sip, leaning back into the couch. Whilst you tried to fit the aesthetic and sip some wine, you couldn't bear the taste and (truthfully) wanted to get drunk tonight.

It was a lazy and subdued atmosphere, and you didn't even notice Pansy, Blaise, Draco and Mattheo all retiring back to their rooms. You yawn as you get up, stumbling slightly (you had drunk quite a bit actually). You sleepily bid goodnight to the remaining two ( as vaguely as possible because god forbid you say Theodore's name) and make your way upstairs (in one piece.)

You walk into your room and kick off your boots, wandering over to your bed as you begin taking off your jewellery. You look up a mere few seconds later when Theodore walks in, seemingly equally as drunk as he looks at you. He shuts the door, yawning as he pulls off his knitted jumper, leaving him with his white t-shirt on. He throws his sweater somewhere to the side as he flops down onto his bed with a sigh, rummaging through his pockets as he produces a lighter. You can't help but openly stare at him as he does so, alcohol freeing you of what little inhibitions you had.

Something about the sight of Theodore laying on his bed, lazily smoking a cigarette with his slightly messy hair and those damn eyes….

You could see his muscles shift every time he brought the cigarette up to his lips, and you didn't realise smoking could be so erotic.

For some awfully stupid reason, really I mean, you had to question your own sanity, you get up, walking over to Theodore. You're alarmingly quiet as you approach him, and don't say a word as you stand there. His eyes flicker up to you, and suddenly you realise:

Alcohol + tension + two rash people

Is not a very good mix.

You reach down, plucking the cigarette from his fingers. Theodore observes you with a small smile, those sinful eyes of his boring into you as you take a drag, before passing the cigarette back to him.

“He was right,” Theodore says after a second, looking up at you, You tilt your head. If you were already slow at making these connections, the alcohol only made it worse.

“Hmm?” You hum.

“Mattheo. You did look stunning today.” Theodore says, voice low.

Instead of doing what you usually did (some awful combination of looking away, panicking or just remaining quiet), a lazy smirk tugs at your lips as you look down at Theodore.

“Yeah?” You question, and you're 100% sure you watch his eyes flicker down to your lips.

Theodore's eyes widen slightly, a mix of surprise and excitement flickering across his face as he absorbs your murmured words.

Tentatively, as though testing the waters, he sits up, back propped up against the headboard as he looks up at you. His hand tugs at the sleeve of your dress, pulling you down, His hand rests on the curve of your hip, massaging light circles, and you go dizzy at the feeling.

You make no effort to move.

Rather, in a bold surge of confidence that quite literally materialised from nowhere, you swing your leg over Theodore's lap, straddling him. His hands immediately find their place on your hips, as though they're meant to be there, and he's looking at you through half-lidded eyes.

You knew this was a bad idea, but the alcohol spoke prettier words than your rationale did.

“You certainly know how to make an impression.” He murmurs his fingers trailing lightly along your thigh. You resist the urge to shudder at his touch, goosebumps erupting on your skin as he touches you. You lean closer, admiring the features of his face as you speak, mere inches away from one another.

“Well, I had someone to impress.” You say. He lets out a small, wry laugh, though he's far too consumed with looking at you.

Close the gap. Do it.

You do.

With a surge of hunger, your hands fist his shirt, pulling him in. His hand cups the back of your head as he meets your lips in a passionate kiss, mouths melding together. He holds you tightly, his grip both possessive and comforting at the same time.

The bulge of his clothed cock presses against your wetness, grinding against you with a desperate need. A small meek escapes your lips and it’s as though Theodore immediately swallows the sound, tongue slipping into your mouth as you continue to make out. It’s simultaneously lazy yet desperate - hungry.

"Fuck," Theodore murmurs against your lips, his voice laced with desire. "You're driving me insane." He mutters, trailing open-mouth kisses down your jaw and neck. You moan, arching your back as you tilt your head back, giving him easier access. He wastes no time in sucking and kissing the delicate skin of your neck, tongue soothing the places he nips at you, your skin blossoming red and purple.

His hand trails down your body, his fingertips tracing along the swell of your breasts. A low groan escapes your lips, hands coming up to thread through his hair. You tug lightly and feel him smile against your neck. With deliberate slowness, he undoes the lace on the back of your dress as he continues to press sloppy kisses to your skin, undoing the top as he tugs it down. He pulls back, eyes hungrily taking in the sight.

He flips you over with alarming ease, pinning you down onto the mattress as he hovers above you, holding your hands down by the side of your head as he begins kissing down your neck to your breasts.

“Beautiful.” He murmurs, large hands coming up to cup one of them, the other holding your hands in place. He squeezes one of your nipples, pinching the bud lightly between his fingers as you gasp, arching off the bed. The sound is music to his ears, and he grins, his eyes remaining on you as he leans down and takes the other one into his mouth, tongue running over the sensitive bud as he pulls away, blowing lightly.

The contrast sends you into a haze, and a whimper escapes your lips. Theodore wants to devour the sound, he simply can’t get enough.

“Do you know how fucking long you’ve been on my mind?” He mutters, voice laced with desperation as he leans back down to kiss you, bulge grinding against your clothed cunt in a way that had you desperate for more. You can’t even formulate a response, because you’re all too consumed by Theodore. Everything about him.

He sits up slightly, hands resting on your thigh as he runs his hands up and down, his fingers disappearing under the hem of your dress.

You feel his fingers brush against the damp spot on your panties and swear that Theodore Nott will be the death of you.

Seemingly satisfied, a small smirk tugs at his lips, observing your reactions as he slowly pulls them down. He throws them to the side, and words cannot describe the look on his face as his eyes hungrily rake over you.

You needed him, every bone in your body ached with a visceral need for Theodore. Your hands come down to his belt, tugging at the buckle as you look over at Theodore, eyes glazed over as you were driven mad with your need for him.

He undoes his belt, the sound of the metal buckle clinking as he throws it onto your bed, unzipping his slacks. You can make out the bulge of his erection against his boxers and your heart skips a beat. You’re filled with this primal need to just have Theodore, you need as much of him as physically possible.

You tug his boxers down, freeing his strained erection from its confines. You swallow harshly at the sight of his cock, the tip glistening. You lean up to meet his lips in a kiss, your hands wrapping around his length as you give him a single jerk. You suddenly realise why Theodore was kissing you the way he was because the low groan that escaped Theodore's lips had you mad for more.

“Look at what you’ve done to me.” He murmurs, pushing you back onto the bed. He hiked the skirt of your dress up over your hips, eyes straying down as he spoke.

“You’ve unravelled every thread of control I have.” He says against your lips, teasingly running the head of his cock between your folds. A low moan escapes you, desperately seeking more friction.

“I’m going fucking crazy for you. I ache for you every second of the fucking day.” He mutters, and you pull back from the kiss, looking up at him.

“You have me now.” You respond.

His lips surge forward and meet yours in a kiss with renewed intensity, slowly thrusting into you.

You both let out a collective low groan as he slowly thrusts into you, and you can feel every inch of Theodore within, stretching you out so good you feel as though the simplest movement would split you open. A plethora of gasped curses escape your lips, but Theodore silences them instantly, coming down to kiss you deeply. He buried himself inside you fully, savouring the way you stretched to accommodate him, clenching tightly. He gives you a second to adjust before slowly pulling out. He rocks back in again, his moments slow and measured, but strained as though it’s taking every inch of self-restraint to not ravage you there and then.

“More. Don’t be nice.” You moan, and Theodores swears he won’t ever be the same again. One look at you, hair splayed out against the mattress, your back arched off the bed. It’s a sight he’d never forget.

“Don’t say shit like that. I’m already close to losing it.” He utters, voice strained as his hand grip your hips harshly, surely leaving imprints.

“Good. Ruin me.” You whisper, a fucked-out grin on your face.

Theodore groans, pulling out slightly before slamming back into you. You gasp, cursing as your hands grip Theodore's sheets. He sets a ruthless pace, fucking into you hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, though you’re sure it had to be muffled by the moans leaving your lips. It was only then that you were thankful for having a room all the way on the top floor. You both were too drunk to realise Muffliato did exist.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. Taking me so well. It’s like you were fucking made for my cock” Theodore groans, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. Your hands come up, running along his back as you lean up (to the best of your ability) to meet him in a kiss.

Theodore's forehead presses against yours, breaths mingling as he shifts slightly, before thrusting back into you. You can feel every inch of his cock brush against your walls, and you can’t help the pathetic plethora of moans and whimpers escaping your lips when he brushes against that spot, stoking a fire in your stomach.

“Theodore- Fuck! ‘m gonna…” You babble, and he lazily smirks, slowing down slightly as one hand tangles in your hair, tugging at it lightly. He experimentally plays with it for a second before harshly tugging your hair, eliciting another moan that felt like it came from the depths of your body, the line of pain and pleasure blurred.

“Hmm? You’ll have to speak up.” He hums, teasing you with shallow, slow thrusts.

You let out a whimper at the loss of contact, frustration gnawing at you as you look up at Theodore.

“Fuck, stop being such a tease. Please just..” You whimper, trailing off and he tuts, his grip on your hair tightening slightly as he forces you to look up at him.

“You have to tell me what you want. I don’t speak in half sentences, sweetheart.” He says, voice laced with an almost animalistic pleasure.

You groan, nails digging into Theodore's back as some slight form of retaliation.

“I’m gonna cum- please.” You say, breathlessly, and a small smirk tugs at his lips, his hand loosening its vice-like grip from your hair as it trails down the side of your face, his thumb running along your bottom lip.

“Good girl. Since you asked so nicely,” He muses, no longer teasing you with shallow thrusts as he wastes no time slamming back into you, cock brushing against your cervix. You moan, eyes rolling back as the heat in your stomach rises rapidly; the sensation of Theodore fucking into you was pure perfection.

“Theo…” You moan, breathlessly. He responds to you moaning his name with a harsh snap of his hips, nails digging into your hips as he grabs them tightly.

“Say it again.” He grunts, his thumb coming down to rub harsh circles against your neglected clit, sending a surge of electricity through you.

“Mmm- Ah, Fuck- Theo-“ You moan, and you’re sure you would have done it without him even asking.

“You close? Gonna cum on my cock?” He groans, and you’re sure you’ve become mush because you can’t respond, can’t think, your mind and body reduced down to one simple thing.

Theodore. Theodore, Theodore, Theodore.

You teeter impossibly close to your climax, nails scratching down his back. The sheer ecstasy was too much, and you felt like you couldn’t handle it but also like you needed more and more.

His eyes take over you, as if even though you're both inebriated, he tried to commit every little detail to memory, the way you moaned, mascara streaked around those eyes of yours.

His thrusts grow more intense, fingers working their magic against your clit as he brings you to your release. His relentless thrusts push you close to the edge over and over again,, eliciting a strangled moan from your lips as you feel his thrusts become sloppier, indicating that he was close. With what little strength you have left you wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer as his lips descend down onto you, ravishing you with messy kisses. It takes one last thrust for you to be sent hurtling over the edge, a cry of pleasure escaping your lips as your orgasm crashes through your body with frightening force. Your walls clench around Theodore's cock, eliciting a low groan from him as he chases his own release, eyes never leaving yours.

It’s positively sinful, but he’s sure he’s never seen a prettier sight.

“Fuck-“ He grunts, his movements becoming erratic as you feel him twitch inside you. your legs don’t give in, though you’re surprised you have the strength as the rest of your body convulses with the sheer intensity of your orgasm.

“So fucking perfect.” He gasps, and with one final thrust, he stalls, burying himself deep inside you as he groans, hands momentarily tightening their grip on your hips before relaxing slightly. He utters your name with reverence like a sinful prayer, coming down to press lazy kisses to your lips as he releases deep inside you.

You reciprocate the kisses, and embarrassingly whimper at the loss of contact as Theodore pulls out of you, collapsing down next to you. You’re both breathless, panting as you come down from a high you've never experienced before. The post-orgasmic haze lingers over you, making you feel impossibly sleepy. Your eyes flicker over to Theodore and it’s evident that he feels the same. Your eyes widen slightly when you see the red spattering along his neck, not realising when you had done that.

In any other situation, you both wouldn’t have done this in the first place. But the effects of the alcohol had you both giving into temptation, and you didn’t fully comprehend just how badly you both had fucked up.

You roll over, pressing a teasing kiss to the hollow of his throat as he tugs the blankets over the two of you, an arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you into him. He rests his face in the crook between your neck and your shoulder, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder with an arm wrapped around your waist. You let out a small sigh of contentment, wrapping an arm around him as his hand massages your back and side lightly, the tender feeling sending you further into that sleepy state. The sheets smell of Theodore, and you find yourself (as you often did) consumed by him.

You and Theodore both fall asleep in each other's arms, holding onto one another as the night passes by.

You had fucked up, truly.

If only you knew the consequences your actions would bring in the morning.

You couldn’t even blame it on the alcohol, for it was a known saying that drunk words are sober thoughts.

The same undeniably applied to actions too.

@llpovi @camille-1019 @lovelyygirl8

[roosterr]

white flag ✹ ch 4

note: i had to rewrite this chapter TWICE. im sick of it so pls enjoy. also forgot to mention on here that I have been away this week on a little holiday. didn't stop me writing tho lol.

pairing: ghost x gn!reader

wc: 2.3k

no use of y/n

readers callsign is 'stingray'

summary: while you're gone on a mission, ghost has time to ponder your relationship, and comes to a long awaited realisation

warnings: ghost's pov, mentions of blood and injury, lil bit of angst

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ghost never knew how to feel about you.

at first, he really did hate you; you were the bright-eyed new recruit with seemingly endless optimism, he simply couldn't help but be annoyed by you. honestly, he half expected you to tap out a week into the job. you were just so… normal, he found it hard to believe you were cut out for this line of work.

of course, he trusted price's decision to hire you, and deep down ghost knew he wouldn't have recruited you if he didn't think you could handle it, but he looked down on you anyway. it didn't matter how good price thought you were, you'd have to earn ghost's respect.

it was infuriating, the way you fit so easily into the dynamic of the team. they all liked you right off the bat, even the captain, who was notoriously hard to impress. he observed you from afar, watching how you easily broke down their walls and fell into place next to them like it was nothing.

if he was honest with himself, he might have even called it jealousy. it seemed that everything was so natural to you; everything that he struggled with, you did with such ease you made it look like child's play. he especially hated the way you could just be a person. you didn't lock up every time someone spoke to you, you didn't need to sit with a visual on every available exit, and you didn't need to analyse every person you met in the fear that the second you turn your back they'll stab you in it.

you pissed him off, but what was worse than anything else about you, is that ghost had to fight with himself not to like you too.

it was the first time he got sent on an assignment with you that he began to understand why everyone seemed to get along with you so well. the ruthless efficiency with which you did your job was almost shocking to see. he couldn't have predicted how well the two of you worked together; like a well oiled machine, by the end of the mission he didn't even need to communicate verbally, you could just tell what his next move would be.

he finally understood why price fought so hard to get you on the one-four-one – and he finally found it in himself to respect you.

but that didn't change the way he felt about you beyond the field. you were soft, too kind, and too optimistic, you weren't hardened by the job like him. so he went out of his way to be tougher on you than he was with the others, and he rationalised it by telling himself he was helping you; that without a little toughening up, this world would break you, and for some reason, he couldn't stand the thought of that.

when you started to resent him back, it made his stomach feel heavy in a way he'd never felt before. it was new, and uncomfortable, and it scared him. he wasn't sure when he first noticed it, but it only got worse when he came to the realisation that you didn't care for him like you did for gaz and soap.

you could joke around so easily with them, but you go quiet when he enters the room. you never meet his eyes, and make sure to never be physical with him. when he addresses you over comms, you answer with a quick 'yes sir' and that's the end of it. ghost would never admit it, but the distance between you hurt – even if it was by design. 

as he lay awake that night, he thought about what it would be like if you treated him the same way you treated the others. he couldn't stop the tiny smile that pulled at his lips as he imagined laughing with you, sitting next to you, touching you.

he imagined you, taking his calloused hand into your own, so gentle and kind like you always were, and the way his pulse skyrocketed scared him into staying up the rest of the night.

after that, the way he saw you changed. where he used to think you were soft – and therefore weak – instead he saw the way you chose to be kind. when once your constant jokes with the others was an inability to take things seriously, now it was your specialty way to keep up morale, and ghost actually found himself chuckling at a few of your quips.

it was like his entire perspective had shifted, everything about you that used to annoy him gradually became something he appreciated about you.

it took him a while, but he finally came to the conclusion that he… liked you. 

but it was bittersweet, because he already knew you didn't want him, and he doubted you ever would. you'd never see him in the same light, he'd ruined his chances before he even knew he wanted one.

maybe it was for the best, though. you deserved better, someone who would treat you right, someone normal. he already knew you didn't want him, and he could never blame you for that. people like you don't fall in love with people like him, that's just the way it is.

so he resigns himself to burying the feelings he harbours for you. you never had to find out, if you did you'd surely be disgusted by someone like him being interested in you. he couldn't handle rejection like that, not from you.

when price told him he'd have to take you in when your house burned down, he was fucking terrified. it shook him to his core, how much he liked the idea of the two of you living under the same roof. he did his best to avoid you, leave you in peace like he assumed you wanted; but you – wonderful, kind you – wouldn't just leave him to his misery.

you were being nice to him, and he couldn't figure out why. he assumed it was because he was doing you a favour by letting you stay with him; he couldn't even trick himself into believing that you might be doing it because you liked him.

every night, he'd go back to that fantasy of existing with you, by your side instead of at arm's length. you were so close, just a single door separating you, his hands started sweating every time he passed by the living room.

he knew he was a goner the morning you woke up before him. he'd scarcely ever seen you in a casual setting, but walking into the kitchen and being greeted by you sitting at the table, the domesticity of it all hit him like a bullet to the chest.

it was exactly what he wanted, and it scared the shit out of him, so he panicked. he needed to stay away from you, for your own good, so he did what the ghost does best.

he ran away.

he didn't even consider what you'd think, he just had to get away, before he said something he'd end up regretting.

when you came through the door, soaking wet, and laid into him – which he knew he deserved – he immediately regretted leaving you behind. seeing you cry, knowing it was because of him, it made him feel sick. he knew he never wanted you to feel that heartache again, especially if it was because of him.

he'd give anything to start again with you, go back to the beginning and do it all right this time, but the only thing he could do was try and make up for what he'd put you through.

the hot chocolate was a peace offering; he knew you loved it – he even knew about the stash you had of it hidden in price's office, away from the other soldiers. he half expected you to just tell him to piss off, but when you accepted it, he felt his heart soar.

it ignited a spark of hope within him. more than anything, he just wanted you to like him, it didn't matter if you never saw him the way he wanted you to.

he intended on waking you up the next evening, before he left for the pub, but when he saw how peaceful you looked while you slept, he couldn't bring himself to disturb you. 

you stayed with gaz and soap most of the night, and he spent the night watching you from the bar and dimly lit corners, assuring himself that you were okay. when it came time to drag you home with him, he had never been so nervous. taking care of people was the exact opposite of his strong suit, especially when they started crying at him.

he almost couldn't believe his ears when you said you liked him.

he'd dragged you home with an arm wrapped around your waist, his head feeling light as a feather. by all accounts, he should've been annoyed at having to look after you in your inebriated state, but he found himself smiling under his mask the whole way home – even when you almost threw up on him.

when you rested your head on his shoulder on the bathroom floor, he might've actually short-circuited. all thoughts except for you evacuated his mind, and a wonderfully warm feeling blossomed in his chest that made his stomach flutter like never before.

he came so close to spilling his guts to you, but then he remembered that you were drunk, and you most likely wouldn't remember it if he did. so he resigned himself to tucking you into bed with an uncharacteristically gentle touch.

the next day, sitting on that park bench with you, laughing with you like he'd wanted to for so long – it was everything to him. it sent his pulse through the roof, it was complicated, and it was so pleasantly warm.

the logical part of him knew that this would only end painfully for him, but found himself willing to risk that if it meant more of these moments with you.

but of course, he'd fucked it all up at the first opportunity. he'd screamed in your face and he had yet to even apologise for it – for any of it. he felt immeasurably guilty, but he was so scared he couldn't even force himself to be around you.

even price had yelled at him for how he'd treated you. you were traumatised, you had a very real phobia as a result of the house fire, and he felt like a fucking fool for not noticing. he swore to himself he'd make it up to you, he'd grovel at your feet for the rest of his life if he had to, and if you never forgave him he still wouldn't blame you.

he regretted it – of course he did. he let his fear consume him; the fear of you getting hurt, of losing you, and not being able to do anything to save you.

almost as soon as the words had passed his lips, he realised what he was doing, he heard himself. the anger in his voice, the fearful look in your eyes as they glistened with tears, it was everything he didn't want to be.

he felt just like his–

no. he refused to even entertain that thought. he'd never be… that. you deserved so, so much better than the broken husk of man that he was. no matter what he did, he would never deserve you; and it was selfish, but he still hoped that you could somehow forgive him.

it's only been a few days since you left on that assignment for laswell, but he's found that being alone in his house didn't bring him the same comfort it used to. the silence never bothered him before, in fact he greatly preferred it, but now it just felt empty. like there was something missing, leaving a hole in the space it used to occupy.

deep down, the rational part of simon knows that it's you, of course it is, but you wanted nothing to do with him right now. he knew he had to fix things, he would never get over the hollow feeling in his chest if he didn't. that's why he was currently standing at the edge of the runway in the middle of the night, watching the ramp of the helo lower to reveal you, gaz, and the captain.

you looked shattered, like you hadn't slept for days – which was probably true – and he was suddenly overcome with the urge to gather you into his arms and not let go. he wondered if the remnants of dried blood that were visible on your hands and face were yours.

he felt his heart rate pick up as you made your way closer to him, his icy stare softening when he sees how you drag your feet across the tarmac.

when you were close enough, he reached his hand out to grasp your arm, opening his mouth to speak, but he never makes contact.

you sidestep him, and he feels his heart break in his chest. any words he was planning on saying die on his tongue as he turns to watch you slip through the doors without a hint of acknowledgement to him.

price gives him a rough pat on the shoulder as he and gaz pass by. "fix it, simon." he murmurs, before disappearing through the doors as well, leaving him alone outside the building.

he will fix it – he'd do whatever it takes because simon doesn't just need you, he's come to the alarming conclusion that he loves you – he just has no idea how.

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

You all have cast your votes and I have received multiple requests for this analysis so come get your present…the wait is finally over!!!

Disclaimer: This analysis is for delusional purposes only. Think about it. Write about it. Have hard thoughts, don’t take it too seriously. 18+

I am using traditional astrology and I am interpreting Lee Know’s house placements as if he is a Gemini Rising, it’s unconfirmed if that is his Rising Sign but it most likely is. 

Word Count: 930

I'm in love with you and all these little things...

Lee Know as a boyfriend is the type who’s heart burns brightly but his love shines quietly and his patient and ‘slow-burn’ approach to love is what makes him a beautiful partner for someone who is a late bloomer. 

There wouldn’t be a lavish outburst of love and affection but instead he loves with his presence, that’s the beautiful part about having a Scorpio Venus is when they love you, you can feel that enduring love and presence by simply having him next to you. 

When you’re sitting next to him on the couch…you’ll feel his love…when you’re in public and he lightly touches your wrist…you’ll feel his love…when he’s spooning you in the early hours of the morning…you’re going to feel his love. 

And when I say Lee Know has a ‘slow-burn’ approach to love…I mean it’s a SLOW-BURN approach and he’d be the type to yearn for you for months before even offering a hint of affection because his Scorpio Mercury makes him prone to over-thinking and over-analysing all your interactions with him. 

He’s the type to ask you out by stating along the lines of…’I have liked you for a long time now and I’ve been trying to show you but you haven’t figured it out and so now I need to tell you’...to which you’d probably say ‘You like me? I thought you were just being friendly’ to which he’d probably say…’I have been trying to flirt with you for the past year now’. 

Lee Know masks very well so he’ll probably come off as cool and collected when deep down, he’s all jittery and nervous with excitement because he has thought of every possible outcome of how this situation could end. 

(I’m playing Spotify and Little Things by One Direction just started playing and it’s perfect because it’s so Lee Know coded- it really is the little things with him). 

When you tell him you don’t have much experience or have never been in a relationship, he won’t be discouraged but instead will cherish the connection more because his Sagittarius Moon means he values honesty and transparency.

You have felt that he is important and caring enough to reveal this information too so therefore he'll do his best to keep reassuring you that yes, he is the right person and you made the right decision by allowing him to be your first.

The relationship would start off with timid acts of reassurance like sending you messages asking if you've eaten dinner or sending you pics of the meal he's made.

And then...maybe a month later he'll invite you to stay over in his apartment and you'll take the bed while he sleeps on the couch because Lee Know understands you have to learn to trust him, you have to learn to get used to his presence.

Lee Know's control issues indicate he doesn't like being startled so physical affection will be on his terms, he'll want to initiate the first kiss or the first make-out session because his Virgo Mars means EVERYTHING has to be perfect for the moment.

A service dom (he's a switch technically but heavy dominant preference) to the MAX!!! and a lover of body worship...

He might not be the type to gush and fawn but he'll make sure the bedroom is littered with your favourite candle that you absent-mindedly mentioned to him a few months prior that he remembered.

The corruption kink would then slowly creep it's way into Lee Know's affections for you because he can't help but get off on the idea that it's HIS hands, HIS mouth and HIS words that are marking your soul and that even if the relationship doesn't last...there's a piece of your soul that belongs to HIM, an experience you can't share with anyone else.

'Aww kitten, you're so sensitive...no one has touched you this way before? Then let's keep this all for me then'.

And once you're physically intimate with each other, then that's when Lee Know's obsessive, possessive and jealous traits might pop out because in his mind, he taught you the ways of pleasure...so why would you share that with someone else?

He moulded you for him.

'Oh kitten, you want to go out and find someone else? Then you'll have to learn all over again and you've only just started'.

Lee Know is just as passionate a lover as Bang Chan but it's more expressed through actions which is why sex is an important love language for him as well.

With his Moon in the 7th House, it would be one of the few times where he could drop the mask and just reveal all his pent-up feelings towards you.

It's why I don't view Lee Know as hard dom/sadist material at all because sex would be a way of exploring feelings that he simply just can't verbalise on a regular basis.

When he's inside of you, when he feels the heat of you on his skin and he can see the trust in your glazed eyes and see your skin shivering from his touch...he would just be filled with overwhelming gratitude that it's HIM and only HIM to see you in such a vulnerable state.

And he'd wrap his arms around you, kiss your forehead and gaze lovingly into your eyes as he shows you the REAL Lee Know.

'My sweet kitten, you're the only one for me...I'm the first so I have to be the last...I have too...because there's no else for me but you, there will never be anyone else but you'.

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[elssero]

store bought Katsuki 🙏 mean but when he learned that u didn’t originally plan on getting him sad nd meek I PRAY for this 🙏🙏🙏

i have been waiting for someone to ask about this. fem terms used sorry!

“so your the loser that i ended up with” the tips of his ears are red with annoyance; and confusion. your nothing like what he expected- you don’t immediately jump on him, you don’t seem all that interested in him- but most of all, your very pretty.

it could be worse he assumes, imagines flash in his head and he decides it could be alot worse- however the minimum attention your giving him is beginning to get on his nerves.

“so what’s so bad about you huh?” this seems to catch your attention- turning to look at him you give him a deep look before you speak- “what?”

his words are stolen from his mouth when you look at him for the first time- eyes scanning over his quickly before your gaze lowers, he feels the intensity of your stare immediately- analysing him. you take him in for a moment- eyes rising back up again to meet his.

“w-well if you had to buy me- there’s gotta be a reason you couldn’t get a real partner.” he tries his hardest to calm his nerves, lacing his voice with false venom as he speaks.

“i didn’t.” -confusion, he quickly decides that he isn’t enjoying your short replies “you didn’t what?”

you stand up, facing away from him as you make your way to your kitchen to fetch yourself a drink- he watches you walk away, seemingly unimpressed by him- you take a sip of your drink, turning around to face him again- “i didn’t buy you.”

suddenly the way you’ve been acting makes sense to him, the way you’ve kept your distance from him, the minimum conversation your having with him.

you didn’t want him?-he doesn’t understand why is he here? if you didn’t buy him- was he bought for you? did you find him? he doesn’t understand.

“who bought me?” it’s a lot quieter than his previous brash comments, a disappointed- almost upset tone in his voice.

“my friends” your eyes are still on him, if you moved a little closer to him you would be able to see the dejected look on his face. “you were a gift.”

the feeling in his stomach is foreign to him, your dismissal of him feels like full rejection- he wants your attention- he wants you to look at him, he wants your time. he hates this feeling.

things should be the other way around? it should be you that wants him- that’s the whole point? why is he the one on the outside- wanting nothing more than to be let in.

you don’t seem to notice his non-reply- he observes as you make yourself something to eat, paying no notice to him as he sits in the corner of your space- unmoving.

a frown apparent on his lips, a sour feeling in his chest from your cold shoulder.

a gift? unaware of how to navigate this situation he makes a decision- an impulsive one. deciding he won’t be ignored any longer he begins to work on a plan-

he’s going to prove himself- he will make you want him.

[sepheray]

you should totally write finnick angst!!!! Idk if this makes sense but maybe you can write about how the reader was taken to the capitol along with peeta and johanna and when she comes back she’s terrified of finnick because she was shown and told that he was dead

Reader has trouble distinguishing what’s real and what’s not since she was told everyone in 13 was dead

But Finnick does everything he can to help her and eventually gets her back

I HOPE IT MAKES SENSE ITS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR A WHILEEE

Also you are amazing 🫶🫶

Love you better - Finnick Odair x fem!reader

summary: reader is rescued from the Capitol and brought to district 13, where Finnick lies in waiting to welcome his love back in his arms, only her mind is warped and washed and Finnick must fight to keep her.

Finnick Odair who is down in the weapons defence unit, assisting Beetee with designing a new trident when he catches word of a rescue party returning from the Capitol. Of course his brain scrambles to his love. His poor, sweet love who he let out of his sight in what he, at the time, had no idea would be the last hour of the 75th Hunger Games. When he had woken up in the hovercraft, aching all over from the electric volts, he had a bittersweet feeling nesting in his chest. Everything had gone to plan, right? But no… something was wrong. He remembered his eyes darting around the hovercraft, searching desperately for her. But his sweet girl was not here, and sitting down with Haymitch and Plutarch only confirmed his worst suspicions. The Capitol had her, she was not safe, and even worse he felt an inescapable guilt. This was his fault. Snow had taken her to use as leverage against him, he knew it. He had lost track of the days since he had lost her, lost track of the tears and the amount of times he thought of his lovely girl. His mind had drowned in a haze of the colour of her eyes and the little knots he made in pieces of rope; he made sure there was no room for anything else.

He blinked back into reality when he feels a gentle tap on his shoulder; spinning around, he’s greeted once again with Haymitch. The uncharacteristically sober man is sporting a half-smile, something that clears Finnick’s mind slightly. Surely if Haymitch is glad, it can’t be bad news? “She’s safe, she’s alive,” Haymitch’s tone is decisive as if he’s picking his words carefully, stepping on eggshells to avoid Finnick’s newfound distress. “I thought you’d want to see her.” The bronze-haired man finds himself nodding frantically before Haymitch’s gruff voice even finishes his suggestion. Within seconds, he’s panting outside of District Thirteen’s medical unit. He stood straight for a while, chest rising and falling rapidly as he prepares himself for the moments to come. Would she run into his arms? Cower away from him? He hoped not. He thought his heart would break at the sight. He pushes through the doors before he can double think it, doctors recognising him and leading him to one of the private, solitary rooms. This was it. His sweet girl was in here, either eager to see him or broken and disheartened by the Capitol. Finnick took a deep breath and pushed the door open, stepping inside as quietly as he could, and closing the heavy door. She looked terrible. His gorgeous girl with her radiant skin, bright eyes and vibrant laugh barely looked like herself anymore. Her face was almost gaunt, and her skin draped along her, now, prominent cheekbones. She looked up at him, those eyes he loved so very much miserable but with a certain curiosity that made him hope that what they had between them could still be salvaged. The Capitol hadn’t ruined them yet.

A soft and meek voice spoke up, dull eyes analysing him carefully. “…Finnick,” His lips curl up at the sound of his name. God, how he had missed hearing his boring old name pouring like honey from those lovely lips. He took another deep breath, desperate to not scare her into retreat. “hi, honey.” Finnick spoke carefully, his tone gentle as he stood still, the doctors who had consulted him earlier had advised him to make minimum movement as to not distress her further. She stared at him silently for a second, hesitating as her pretty eyebrows furrowed. “I thought you were dead,” it was his turn to furrow his eyebrows. Hadn’t anyone thought to let her know that he was alive and well? He grimaced at her sadly, he had no idea what to say to her. Finnick had planned out their reunion thousands of times in his head over the past couple of months, and yet here she was, sat right in front of him, and he was at a loss for words. He took a few moments to pick out his words, trying to get his point across as simply as he could without confusing her pretty little head further. The man felt his heart swell with all the yearning he had endured for her recently as she reached out for him, wanting nothing but the comfort of his touch. Finnick stepped forward carefully, taking her outstretched hand in his as he stood near the side of the uncomfortable bed. She mumbled to herself, unknowingly breaking his heart as she did. “S’confused, Finnick. Had no idea whether you were alive, all I wanted was to see you.” He squeezed her hand at her confession, wanting nothing more than to soothe her lost mind. All these months he had been so angry at the Capitol for taking his sweet girl from him. Finnick was not angry now, he knew anger had no use. He had to be tender with his love, patient especially when she could not decipher the truth.

He sat down beside her gently, still holding onto her cold hand. She brought her knees up to her chest, gazing at him as if he was the only one who could rehang the stars for her. Finnick rubbed a comforting thumb across her knuckles murmuring sweet phrases of reassurance. “You’re alright now, sweet girl, I’m gonna get you well again” he meant it. He was willing to do anything to make sure that his lovely girl would go back to the sunshine she had once been. Finnick would stand with her through what was the truth and what was the capitol’s truth, sorting through her tampered memories tirelessly. She surged forward, embracing him tightly, saying a million things and yet nothing at the same time. The embrace meant trust, meant vulnerability but at the same time he knew that it would take time to work through this, time that he was willing to put in. He snaked his arms tightly around her waist, supporting her in a fragile moment that Finnick would not let the Capitol take from them. “We’ll get you better, sweetheart. No matter what it takes” yes, he was going to fix this for her. He was going to make sure his sweet girl could bare her teeth in every smile yet again, that she could squeal and splash him, giggling all the while, as he dunked her under the sea’s surface back home in their beloved District 4. He was going to get her back.

[wilzy-woo]

Ikemen Vampire Suitors ideal type in my eyes 👀 (also sorry if it seems more aimed at girls I tried to make it GN 😭)

Starting off simple with everyone's favourite (or not) sugar daddy COMTE 😍

• Thinks confidence is really hot and he DEFINITELY likes a little bratty type

• Likes independence but LOVES it when they need help just so he gets to look all snug, he doesn't say anything (he might) but just looks at you with his smexy smirk

• Doesn't care much for looks but loves it when they get dressed up OR LIKE THE KIND OF BEFORE SHOWER MAKEUP

• I think that he NEEDS them to be honest like he would hate the "they told me not tell anyone..." Like he doesn't care he would want ALL OF IT spilt to him whether it's serious or not

Next is the love of my life (he wouldn't like me at all)

• He wants an extrovert. I don't care he NEEDS an extrovert. May think he doesn't but Ugh he just does

• Wants someone to stand up for him, he may be able to stand up for himself but he just really appreciates when someone would do that.

• Someone cleverrr I can't stress this enough he wouldn't be able to stand someone who isn't interested or knows a thing or two about science or anything for that matter. He WANTS the "erm actually" person

• Needs someone who loves snow. It's a weird thing but I can just see him loving a snowy date in his delusions

Pookie bear Vincent (am I the only one who isn't a fan of Vincents route? Like it was painfully slow 😔 I mean don't get me wrong I love him but I didn't feel very attached)

•Loves a sweet girl, needs someone to protect and love omg can you imagine someone timid meeting Vincent UGH IT WOULD BE SO CUTE

• Needs their love language to be physical touch, he just screams it

• Wouldn't mind someone bad at art so he could help them with it if they are interested but would PREFER someone who is good at it so they could do cute little dates together

• Wants a very Smiley person like someone who smiles or laughs at the stupidest thing, broken humour type of person

Now Theodore is different his route WAS SO GOOD I WAS LITERALLY SCREAMING THE WHOLE TIME even if it was a bit weird and k!nky at some points 🤨

(Why does this photo look massive)

• Chill anyways ALSO wants a bratty person, wants pretty much the opposite of Vincent he finds it such a turn on when they give him a dirty look or roll their eyes at him UGH

• I just know he likes a busty person (ass and chest for girlies) 😔 He seems like that type of person to nonchalantly slap their ass (honestly I'm not a huge fan of that but he would probably do it)

• Definitely likes the weird yappers, the ones who get distracted from one subject they were talking about and moved onto a completely different one

• Likes the observers! People who could just analyse someone easily based on the way they are sitting or talking

UGH MY HUSBAND (this might be biased towards me but I'll try 💔)

(this photo makes me do unspeakable things)

• Wants them to be independent but not TOO independent, he wants them to depend on him for things but also have that nice balance of independence

• Also loves yappers, he's the listening type so being able to listen to their voice for hours on end would be so good for him. He doesn't care what it's about just as long as he doesn't have to pitch in much he's fine with it

• LOVES when someone is indecisive and asks for HIS help with choosing something, knowing that you think he has the best decision making compared to the others is such an ego boost

• Loves someone who isn't afraid to share their opinions. Finds it such a turn on when their mouth is faster than their mind and just says stuff that doesn't even make sense

Arthur oh Arthur let down your hair...I'm not even sure if this is accurate I never finished his route I got bored halfway through 💀

•NEEDS someone humorous, CRAVES IT someone who can take a slightly rude joke and give him one back

• Needs someone with 100+ rizz...no seriously he would find it so funny if you went up to him and said some pick up line with that certain face

•Wants someone who would put him in his place when he does something wrong like overworking or doing something risky ass gambling 💀

• LOVES when their love language is acts of service, something simple like bringing him a coffee when he's writing and sitting down with him in silence, every now and then he'd ask you for ideas or something, just being helpful would make him fold.

• (EXTRA) would laugh if you failed your English GCSES

Mozzy Mosquito is that you 🤨 (I've never done his route so I have no bloody idea 💀)

•WOULD FOLD IF THEY COULD SING. Not like one of those strong voices or rapping NONONO he wants a Lana Del Rey, Alex G and the Florence type of singer , someone with a soft sleepy like voice! He would literally be in love

•CRAVES FOR CONFIDENCE he just thinks it's so attractive for someone to be confident. Like for them initiate conversation and WON'T BACK DOWN (even when he's being a bit of arsey introvert)

• Craves praise. Needs it. Needs someone who praises him and supports him all the way, someone who will get him out of music block by just being there to share ideas or sit there with him for hours telling him if it's good or bad

•Would prefer an introverted lover, he needs someone who is calm and collected and loves it if they come home from an outing and go straight to him groaning and ranting about how much they dislike people

I finished the first chapter of Jeans route I'm sorry if this is inaccurate I literally just go from what I saw of him from the other routes I've played (which isn't a lot ,😭)

•Though he's more of a listener he would also want a listener partner, to be able to sit there in comfortable silence in each others arms. However there will obviously be conversation it would be quiet and would last hours, something deep and personal to the both of them

• would love love love someone with soft slim hands. I don't know why he just seems like the type of person to be obsessed with those types of hands

• Needs someone patient and soft spoken, someone to be able to let his tough exterior break but by bit. A soft voice and reassurance looks like it would get him head over heels

I also haven't played Sebs route I'm sorry 😔

•Probably wants someone who is capable of doing what he's capable of, a helping hand and someone he can rely on without messing up

•Someone who wouldn't mind if he was busy a lot doing something for the mansion as he is the 24/7 working butler 😭 someone patient and doesn't mind sitting in silence just holding eachother after a long day

• Prefers an ambivert, definitely wants to be able to have balanced conversations where they can be bothered listener and talker

• that's all I can think of 😭

I'm going to leave it here and do the other six in another part 😭

[bau-drabbles]

hi lia! i don’t know if you write for spencer but i was wondering how he would unpack the trauma after the prison. he struggled so much with his image and i imagine it would be hard for him to see himself how he used to and how the reader could even love him 🥺❣️

i do write for him, love. thank you so much for asking, this is very rushed but it was so so sweet <3 😙

spencer was standing in front of the mirror, currently struggling to compose himself. his cheeks were sucked in as he analysed every single thing about himself. the hollowness of his face, the dark eye bags, the unruly hair, he wasn't sleeping as well these past couple nights. prison had thrown him for a whirlwind he didn't think he'd ever recover from, cat addams had scarred him more deeply than he ever could've anticipated. she had done the one thing that broke him, made him see himself for who he was.

a monster, a killer.

she had ruined him. he didn't know who he was, it felt like he woke up in the body of a stranger. and every day he was trying to find his purpose but it became lost in the hurricane of his thoughts. each one a dagger to his heart, questioning his morals and his sincerity as a person. all he could think about was how horrible he was, how much you deserved a better partner. one that could provide you with all the things he couldn't. how could you love such a horrible person?

under the weight of all these thoughts and his shame, his knees collapsed to the floor. his brows creased with a frown unable to stop his mind, his tears tracking down his cheeks rapidly. you entered the room in shock, seeing your partner a shell of the person he used to be. and it ached your heart, knowing that you couldn't help relieve this infliction.

"hey, are you oka?-" you began but he cut you off shaking his head. his face was covered, with embarrassment or anger you didn't know.

"i'm-i'm fine, just fine" he dismisses you but you don't listen, coming closer.

"i told you i'm fine!" he snaps and you look at him, seeing nothing but a broken little boy clinging to the pieces to try to make himself whole again. to try to make some sense of the chaos all around him. and it pained you that he couldn't let you in.

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to shout i.... she's right. cat. just look me y/n...." the words have failed him and he wipes his eyes but the tears have their own mind. slowly he felt himself spiralling down the rabbit hole he forbade himself from entering. cat had done so much damage than he cared to let on, he thought he was strong enough to handle it. he should have been. hotch had been giving lingering looks all day like he knew something as wrong but he didn't say anything, morgan and jj were trying to get him to speak but he refused. he was fine, he had to be fine. he wasn't going to let cat win this round. he wasn't going to let cat have the last laugh, he was better than that. he'd rise to her challenge and beat her at her own game.

but the niggling voice of doubt constantly berated him, every move was flooded with doubt. every decision had him questioning whether it was the right one. he woke up in cold sweats constantly plagued by the horrific abuse in prison, he didn't think there was ever going to be an end to this misery.

and then there was you, his beautiful partner. you deserved more than he could've ever give you, you deserved to be with someone that wasn't as broken as he was. and he didn't want to but maybe it was easier letting you go, though even that thought was enough to make him unravel.

"you are so beautiful to me, do you know that?" your voice shakes him put of his poisonous thoughts and he looks at you agape, as if you had said the most preposterous thing on earth.

but you gingerly sit beside him, brushing a few stray curls away from his forehead. taking his bigger warm hands between your own, you look at the man who has your heart wrapped around his finger and he didn't even know

"i'm.... what?" his own words are so soft, he didn't even think you had heart. the blood roared over his ears, his heart thundering beneath his chest he feared it would rip through the skin. your heart breaks when you see how much pain he's carrying, his eyes full with his anguish. you gently wipe them away, holding his stubbled face between your warm hands. tracing his skin with the pads of your thumbs, tilting his jaw so he was eye to eye with you.

"you are perfect to me, spencer. i love you, more than you think. more than i even know. you didn't deserve anything that happened to you but baby, you don't have to go though it alone. let me in, please" with a gentle press of your lips against his forehead, he holds you close against his chest. his frame shakes with the sobs he's trying but failing to reel back.

you hold him tight, kissing his head, hoping that he could feel the outpouring love you held only for him. that no matter what, cat would never win this round. you'd help spencer overcome this battle, side by side until he was okay again. it wasn't going to be easy but it didn't matter, you loved this man more than words could ever describe.

he deserved a life full of peace and happiness and you'd do anything to make that a reality

[mydarlingbat]

THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN BATMAN AND HIS ROGUES AND THE JOKER #3

After many weeks of hard work i am finally finished. Now let me just put this out there. This was incredibly difficult to do. I had times that i just thought about giving up on it, because it felt like it would take forever to complete. Plus you must be notify that this can not be the last part to this analyses, especially since i have six hundred panels crop up. The hunt i did to prove their relationship isn't the same as Batman's and Joker's relationship was exhausting. God, i searched my ass off theses last few weeks. It was a challenge but i came through. If you don't know why i made the decision to do this? Well here's why! There's some comments that directly states that Batman sees all his villains the exact same. He treats all of them the same. Batman thinks of them as his friends. When I'm sitting here like what did you just spew out your mouth? Although it is untruthful it's what theses people believe. It's not even a little truth wandering around in there. Now tell me right now who did Batman call his friend that's a so call villain, besides Harvey who was already his friend in the past. The Joker is the only villain Batman has repeatedly called his friend, and his partner. His ally. He even called the Joker his, as well. The Joker is the only villain Batman reaches over to touch his hand, and holds his hand in his own. Letting him know he doesn't want his death on his hands. The only villain who shot a member of the family, nevertheless still shares a laugh with Batman It wasn't later that day. It wasn't the next day. It was in that exact moment between the two of them. After all the Joker's done. Bruce shares a laugh with him. Can you display it before my eyes. Show me a villain that Batman did this with? Right after they injured someone Bruce loved dearly. Show me!!! I want you to prove to me that Batman mourns the lost of people. The innocent lives for months in the cave. I don't want you to say well he thinks about it time from time. No, no, that's not what i want to hear. That's not what i desire to hear when you come at me in my ask box. The one's who are hostile towards me because i am staring at the full picture you refuse to acknowledge. Prove your case to me? Demonstrate it to me the best way you can. If you can prove that Batman carries villains in his arms like he does with the Joker. Not once, but over and over again. If you could prove some of Batman rogues death that caused Batman to be so affected that he couldn't see straight. Tell me a villain who Batman imagine in intimate ways. A man who saw poster's of the Joker in a bubble bath. He saw the Joker in dresses. He saw the Joker as his true love on posters. He imagine the Joker talking about his cod piece. How amazing he was. How nothing can take the Batman down in so many words. A man who imagine the Joker constantly flirting with him. A man who knew the Joker knew his identity. yet you can't even give me a list of comics that even verify what you're blabbing. Now i always said Batman deals with death differently, but look at the first panel. Look at how Batman reacts to theses deaths. How he glances over it quickly. How there's no true emotion present. He can hide it. He can hide behind the mask, however it doesn't eat away at Bruce's soul that he stays in the bat cave. It doesn't eat at his soul that he mourns for months, not hardly patrolling anymore. It doesn't affect him enough for him to stop doing his job for a little while. It doesn't interfere with his mood.

You need to see the difference between Batman and The Joker relationship. You need to swallow the cold harsh truth, instead of lying to yourself. Making up assumption. Batman doesn't even much as check to see if theses people are alive. Then with the Joker he maneuvers around the body, like he have to be absolute sure he's dead. Though you might say that Batman thought they were dead already. Well! News flash Batman thought the Joker was dead too. He even lets Alfred know the Joker is dead twice. Then he goes on to advise that the Joker can't tell him anything because he's dead. Then Alfred affirms to Bruce that he wouldn't have told him anyways. Which i find hilarious, because Alfred knows Bruce just wants to bring this man back to life, and on top of that Batman believes the Joker is dead, yet he still has the Joker in his arms. There's no pleasant smile on Bruce's face. This isn't a simple glance over. You can clearly see the dark Knight is in distress about the Joker's death.

But let's not stop there shall we? because you still won't believe me. The second panel is a man who's wretched by the Joker's death. He can't believe he's dead. I mean do you see all that blood? The third image exhibits the exact same results from the dark Knight. Batman probably thinks the Joker is going to die in his arms, even so he still holds him in his arms, totally forgetting there's people out to eliminate him. The second panel he lowers himself to the Joker's level to see if he's alive, but theses villains here. Batman shows no kind of real emotion. I'm sorry you're dying or dead, but you're not the Joker

Wait don't skip out on it just yet. Harvey falls to his death. There's no yelling. There's no Batman screaming his name out. A man gets stab Batman does not hollar and mourn this person later that day in the cave. A bell falls on top of a man right in front of Batman. He dies right after the incident. Batman doesn't even bat an eye. He doesn't even show a little sympathy. Not even a simple 'no' Batman does feel sorry for Harvey's death though. I won't deny that, although he's not hollering from the top of his lungs. He's not saying please don't kill him.

Wait, but didn't Batman say the exact words that he couldn't save the Riddler because it was too much blood. No one survives that??? You know what's funny though? The Riddler survived it. However the Joker appears to have been shot six or seven times .There's blood all over the floor, despite that Batman goes out of his way to see if this man is alive, and can survive until he makes it to the Lazarus pit.

The same man who murdered Jason todd. The same man who tried to murder Commissioner Gordon over and over again, Dick Grayson. The same man who started the war. The man same man who made Batman lose all his money. All his gadgets. The same man who tried to murder Catwoman.The same man who paralyzed batgirl. The Joker does all of this to Batman, and Batman refuses to leave him to die in the snow. He refuses to let him die on the boat even though he just try to eliminate all three of them. The man who refuse to let the Joker just die in Batman #100 but gave him a way out.

although Batman leaves a man in the snow who's neck is broken. Who can't move a limb, it appears. He leaves this man in the snow to die all because he tried to murder Dick Grayson? Let's not forget the Joker tried to murder a Robin again. Right after the Joker war. Batman still saves him. You know what people always bragging about now? Batman #100. Didn't you see? Batman left the Joker to die. He didn't care if he died. No, no, go read the comic again. Batman outright informs the Joker how to get out of there. Believe me Batman stares at the Joker, being fully aware that the Joker was going to escape. I just can't picture Bruce letting Alfred burn in the explosion either. Batman has to make a choice. The Joker wanted change. Well, Batman's giving it to him, because at that moment the Joker wants to see what Batman will do, but even after this. Batman saves the Joker not long after. He even tells Gordon that he wants to bring the Joker in safe. If he saves the Joker enough times. Maybe it'd make up for the time he left him. Batman has no desire to kill the Joker even when they're in the cell again. Batman is shocked by the Joker condition he's in right now. He's not even angry. After all the Joker puts him through. He still begs Harley not to force his hand in making this decision. Batman #100. This man in the snow has no way of getting up. The Joker has a way. Batman is aware of this, however Batman let's the other man lie in the snow.

But let's not stop there either. Batman repeatedly tell Harley Quinn she's not killing The Joker. If Batman didn't want the Joker alive. He could've left him to Harley.

Wait! We're not through yet. I mean let's not look over the fact that Batman knew the gun Harvey had would backfire on him. Nonetheless Batman still shows no reaction to Harvey being shot by his own firearm, and not only that Batman does not hold Harvey dent in his arms. Also Harvey is knocked off of a building. Batman goes to save him and doesn't hollar from the top of his lungs. What are you going to tell me that it had a couple of times Batman scream from the top of his lungs for Harvey dent. I can recall a few. Sooooooooooo??? Three or four comics don't matter to me. When hundreds and hundreds prove otherwise. Those few is irrelevant to me. You want to know how much Batman cares about the Joker dying? He got infected with the very thing he ran from, because he wanted to hold the Joker in his arms, and softly tell him to stay with him. Stay with him. You know this sounds like Batman endgame, when Batman tells the Joker to stay with him. There's only two issues Batman scream for two face. It wasn't from the top of his lungs either.

This is a man who cares about someone. You claim he doesn't give a shit about , and don't worry. I have plenty more panels to prove you wrong. He hates The Joker, but he loves him too. This is a man who screaming from the top of his lungs for the Joker. It's not a simple Harvey with his mouth open. It's not a simple 'No' It's more than that. It's filled with emotion. It means more when the Joker died. Bruce and Harvey isn't a bad ship. There's a few moments between them that makes me understand why people ship it, but Batman sees his friend in two face, but with the Joker Batman just finds that friendship with the Joker. It's not from them being friends already. It's a bond. It's a bond Batman can't even explain. That's why it's so special.

I'm really just trying to get people to understand why i ship Batman and Joker. You think if i found six comics that showed chemistry between theses two that i would start shipping it?? The answer is absolutely not. Batman and Joker relationship goes back to the Golden age comics. It's not something that just been presented to us. It's been here. It's been subtle. Hidden in plain sight, even so it was there. Theses panels here gives me life. The fact that the Joker murdered all those people in Batman brave and the bold : winning card, and Batman still doesn't want to hurt him. It says too much. The man tells Batman he'd come quietly. Batman doesn't even lay a hand on him. He takes him in quietly.

Part four next.

[loveinhawkins]

For the made up fic title game "1983 is Calling" bc 1983 by Neon Trees randomly came up on my Spotify lol

god i love this title so much. i think 1983 is calling has a Steve Harrington character study written all over it.

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In the November of 1983, Steve Harrington’s world falls out from underneath him. When his feet finally find solid ground again, everything looks a little different, like he’s an Alice who’s grown just slightly too tall for his surroundings.

And maybe most people in his shoes would chalk that up to finding out that monsters are real, that a kid can come back from the dead. But Steve knows that’s not the whole truth.

What’s really tripping him up is the dangerously quiet anger he didn’t really know he was capable of; he spends many sleepless nights staring up at the ceiling, hearing his father’s words come out in his voice, slipping through clenched teeth, finish the sentence.

It’d be easy to brush it off after the quite frankly insane series of events he’s lived through, to claim that wasn’t me.

But it was. It was.

It’s not a dramatic transformation. If anyone was really looking out for it, maybe they’d notice him being just a touch more reserved in school. Slower to react, more careful with his words.

He doesn’t sit with Tommy and Carol in the cafeteria—and while there’s an ache in that decision which he steadfastly ignores, he finds that he doesn’t really mind sitting alone sometimes.

In the quiet, he has more time to think. He tries to keep his assumptions in check, finds that he cares less and less about cliques—does his best to ensure that his first thought about someone isn’t a judgement.

He remembers the casual indifference he had when watching Jonathan Byers put up a poster for his missing brother. His unbothered drawl, God, that’s depressing.

Never again, he decides.

Above all, he doesn’t want to be cruel.

One lunch, he sits with Jonathan, and they swap pudding cups, Steve trading chocolate for butterscotch.

“I… listen, Jonathan, I shouldn’t… shouldn’t have said what—what I said,” he starts, awkwardly, inadequately. “About. About your mom, and your family, and…”

It horrifies him still, the words that came out so easily, never mind if they were echoes of things he heard.

Joyce Byers is one of the strongest people he knows.

“Thanks,” Jonathan says, delayed. He smiles tightly, but Steve knows it’s not personal, that the guy’s still on edge from… everything.

Steve smiles back.

But there’s still a thorn that he hasn’t quite prised out.

“And I…” He lowers his voice. “I shouldn’t have called you that. Y’know.”

Jonathan’s eyebrows go up. “No,” he says mildly. “You shouldn’t have.”

“I…” Steve rubs a hand over his mouth. “I hate that… there’s nothing bad about…”

Jesus, what’s wrong with him?

Jonathan’s expression softens. He blinks, and he has that pensive look on his face, like he’s seeing the world through a camera lens—like the flash has lit up something unknown.

“I agree,” he says quietly, and then he digs into his pudding and asks genuinely about Steve’s holiday plans, talks about getting Will an Atari for Christmas.

At New Year, Steve is abruptly conscious of the fact that he really, really needs to look like he’s having a good time. He doesn’t want to analyse who the performance is for. If it’s for himself, he’s not convinced.

But drink dulls the anxiety; he laughs a lot, sways with Nancy in his arms because that’s what he’s supposed to do.

Even in the euphoria of the midnight countdown, he can see Nancy smiling too brightly, like her face might crack with the strain.

Do you feel it, too? he almost asks. Are we always gonna be back there? Are we always gonna be running from it?

The semester after winter break starts off reluctantly.

There’s a few classes with mixed year groups: they get an absolute horror of a substitute teacher in second period, one who insists on them copying things word for word from the blackboard. She makes her funeral march down the desks and shouts at a student for mis-spelling ‘January.’

“Psst,” comes a voice, before she reaches Steve.

He looks over to see Eddie Munson in the seat next to him, handing over an eraser.

“Wrong year, Harrington,” he whispers.

Steve glances down at his paper. Sure enough, 1983 stares back at him from the top margin.

Steve scoffs. “Figures.” He uses the eraser and passes it back to Eddie. “Thanks.”

“No problem. I wish we were still on vacation, too.”

“Eddie Munson.” The teacher slams a ruler down on Eddie’s desk so hard that Steve flinches. “Shall I send you outside for talking?”

“Oh, no, ma’am,” Eddie says, without missing a beat, “I’ll surely cry. Profusely.”

As other students stifle giggles, Steve manages to write the date down correctly before the teacher peers over his shoulder.

He can’t help noticing that even with the eraser, there’s still an imprint: 1983 faintly engraved on the page.

Well, Steve thinks wryly, so it goes.

[twistednuns]

September 2024

Being the first one up in a quiet house. Sitting outside journalling, enjoying French sea salt butter and passion fruit jam on toasted pieces of baguette. The view of the sea. Painting, reading, a nap. Vacation mode.

The familiarity of it all. The house, the area, the people.

Snorkelling in Les Issambres with C. Trying to snatch away stones from octopus tentacles. Hanging out on the SUP together. Many cute kisses here and there (C. was in a very good mood).

Learning to communicate a little better. Slowly, slowly.

French supermarkets. The greedy first day haul.

Working on a mixed media painting which turned out useful for Trypophobia exposure therapy. I kinda like the depth of it though and the interesting shapes I created.

A chubby restaurant cat called Patate at Pampelonne Beach. I secretly call her Chonkita. She was very happy about my scritches!

An amusing sight: the lady in St. Tropez who was walking through town with a pack of about ten tiny dogs.

Little intimate moments with C. Analysing my friends and my relationship to them. Also: the realization that a chapter is closing. That I'm ready for something new that'll be so much more what I need.

A trip to Grasse. Walking through the medieval old town, visiting the perfume museum, shopping at Fragonard (I got a hand-marbled oversized shirt in earthy colours). Iced cappuccino with flower petals at Café Fleur. Eating a rich and delicious Galette in Fréjus.

The gorgeous light and shadow pattern on all of us when we were having drinks at the beach.

Driving through the back country to eat at a fabulous little restaurant by the sea. I had a three-course-menu: summer truffle burrata with roasted nectarines, zucchini filled with black olive tapenade (with puree, breadcrumbs, chickpeas and salad) and a delicious pistachio semifreddo with balsamic prunes.

Getting everything I want at the supermarket so I have a few kitchen souvenirs that'll make me smile when I think back to this summer.

Strawberry-flavoured sparkling water. The Maison Perrier x Magnetic Juice water in strawberry/kiwi is such a delight.

And, a final delight on the way back: a large cappuccino and a box of tiny Pocket Coffees at Autogrill.

Desperate measures after a weekend hiding in bed, trying extra hard to pretend not to exist: an evening at Therme Bad Wörishofen with Manu. Drinking a strawberry cocktail in the warm pool. Talking, no pretense.

The jay (Garrulus glandarius) I keep seeing behind my house. I just looked up its meaning and apparently it's connected with accepting responsibility for yourself and mustering up the courage to master a hard test. There are so many signs reaching me at the moment. Teachings about personal responsibility in the Gestalt therapy book I'm reading. Instagram bombarding me with messages about Eclipse Season and that something old has to go in order to make room for the life I've always wanted. It's slowly starting to sink in but I'm still so afraid. Stuck with my insecurity, between different needs and feelings. Inside a contradiction between safety and sensibility on the one hand, taking a risk and stepping into freedom and my full potential on the other.

A hit of nostalgia when I heated up the milk for my cereal. It was soggy and disgusting but reminded me of my childhood.

Realizing that I've never seen the last season of The Umbrella Academy!

I have very cute and supportive friends. Who tell me how talented I am and that something better is waiting for me at the other end of this crisis.

Making a decision. Seeing psychiatrists. Informing my headmaster. This is the beginning of a transformation and it's not gonna feel nice for a while but I'm sure it'll be worth it. I'm excited about what comes next.

Little trinkets: a glass bottle with a round wooden lid, a green glass candlestick holder, and a yellow T-shirt.

Spending a few days at Christian's place. Staying in my comfort zone. Honest communication and support.

Baking a buttery mirabelle cake. Sharing it with a few neighbours at the garden table.

Feline affection: The orange cat who was waiting for me outside the doctor's office. All that crazy Findus energy. And cuddling with Charlie who was sleeping inside the little blanket fort in the garden.

Going on a little bike tour through the forest on a beautiful afternoon with golden light. It smelled of moss and mushrooms. And I couldn't resist squeezing a few Impatiens seed pods, of course.

Reading a great book about the origin of Gestalt therapy. Analyzing my own process.

Spending an afternoon in Munich with C. and L. We went to the Archeological museum and Haus der Kunst where we had a snack at Goldene Bar and then I saw the exhibitions alone. Of course I found an interesting book about Marina Abramović at the bookstore there.

Productive procrastination. Observing myself in my avoidance of hard tasks and difficult feelings. Self-compassion.

Finding a small book about sleep, dreams and the night on a park bench. Cutting out poems and illustrations.

Birthing a chestnut from its spiky uterus.

Meeting Madeleine, a Gestalt therapist who works with somatic techniques, voice and breathing. I felt seen and I think we have a very similar approach to healing. She said that self acceptance might be something she could help me with. I'm curious and excited about working together.

Primavera Energiekick spray. It smells so good. I got it in an esoteric store after my first Gestalt Therapy session along with a tiny golden Om ornament. A few houses down I also discovered a little Indian shop and got two pictures of Kali/Durga. My last treat: three stalks of yellow and dark red Chrysanthemum.

My first meditation in a while. I actually craved it. I looked into the mirror, moved my hips, felt the need to turn inwards and connect with myself. I felt gratitude, joy, safety, confidence. Now I'm trying to reprogram my brain to get rid of my negativity bias and addiction to suffering.

Being helpful: translating something for a Chinese family at the supermarket. And forgetting about myself for a moment to be there for others: genuinely caring for Lucie, asking about how she felt after her cold - and leaving it at that. Not forcing my own problems on others for once.

Back on track: returning to yoga and choir practice after the summer break even though I already had two appointments in the afternoon.

Waking up energized with a desire to move.

Making coconut rice pudding with chunky mango cubes.

A vision that came to me during savasana: a cluster of luminous white diamond shapes and sparkles against a dark background. I wonder if I could paint what I saw or use it as inspiration at least.

Visiting Becki and Janina in Augsburg. A staredown with their cat Leo. Their gorgeous apartment and the tea book that Becki co-authored.

An evening dedicated to tantric rituals at Lachdach Pling. It was different than expected but a lovely event nevertheless.

Cat therapy. Having Findus lying on my chest, purring. It feels so soothing and nice.

The sickly summer lilac I planted in Christian's garden actually started to bloom again!

[matenrou-fan]

jakurai's s/o got a hospital check up recently and when he was looking at her results, he realized something.., she is pregnant and s/o had no idea!

Jakurai found out his fem! s/o is pregnant and has no idea

such an interesting request!! Here, enjoy... <3

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-OK but let's be honest.. Jakurai never took advantage of his position on the job yet he would totally let you get more check ups then other patients just because.

-He's a kinda overprotective lover, and when he would notice you start feeling unwell for a few days, he of course would drive you to Shinjuku Central Hospital to take a full list of analyses.

-"Honey, you're worrying too much.." - you chuckled, sitting in his car on your way there. Yet your husband nods his head.

"Please, s/o.. better safe than sorry."

-Well, you didn't mind some check up, why not? It's even pleasant to see Jakurai being so worried and caring towards you, so you would have all the tests, examinations and ultrasound.

-You thought the doctors who were checking you would tell you the final word, yet Jakurai asked permission to look at everything himself. Not only as one of the best docs here, but as your husband too, wanting to examine all your results on his own.

-"Don't read it with such a serious face.." - you can't help but giggle, actually enjoying the care in which he looked at the papers. - "I will go and grab something to drink, okay..?"

"Of course, my dear.." - he mumbled, still reading your results. For a moment he looked up at your walking away figure, wondering, then re-read your ultrasound results.

-By the way you're acting so careless he totally can say.. that you have no idea about your own pregnancy..!

-It's such a relief and excitement at the same time to Jakurai. It means you're not sick and your bad well-being was actually signs of a normal pregnancy, yet he can't help but start worrying about all things he, as a good husband, now should do to you.

-All vitamins, a more balanced sleep schedule and nutrition, and, of course, even more check ups.. Small waves of happiness tickle his stomach, getting bigger and bigger, now touching his heart and slowly melting it.

-Yet when you get back, he gets carried away so much.. So when he notices that you actually sipping at cola, Jakurai would furrowed his brows, scolding you:

"Such drinks are bad for babies.."

"Huh?? What babies??" - you almost choked with widened eyes. Oh yes, it seems like your husband owes you a proper explanation..

-Of course he wouldn't insist on his wish to build a family with kids if you don't want to. He's even willing to find a right, high quality doctor himself if you would decide to end up with abortion.

-"It's your body and your decision, after all.. Please don't feel any pressure from my side and don't look at my happiness right now. I will love you deeply anyways.." - Jakurai nod, holding you tightly. After all, you're precious to him no matter what.

-Yet if you would decide to keep the baby, he would be more than happy. Inspired, elated, all his days now seem even brighter than usual as he helps you with toxicosis, buying all needed meds and vitamins, walking around with you in stores, choosing the first things for you baby.

-He will get softer and stricter at the same time. Pampering you and worshiping like a goddess, doing all household chores and letting you stay more in bed, relaxing, yet always making sure you have enough sleep and nutritious food, scolding you if you're slacking off. Don't be mad, Jakurai just wants the best for his wife and future kid, so he tries to make all aspects of your life better and safer right now.

-"Now, now, s/o.. I think you should lay down a little if your back hurt that much.." - he whispers gently, caressing your shoulders with such tender touches. - "I will make you some soothing tea and give you a light massage, okay? Please, don't overstress yourself now, my lovely dear.."

[mh258258-blog]

Navigating Residential Property Acquiring with a Buyer’s Agent in Perth

We Aid You Reveal Perth's Hidden Building Gems

Aiming to buy investment grade properties in Perth? Let’s admit it: the quest can be exhausting.

You'll have to browse an endless sea of options to find that best possibility. Even so, you question if you must save money on costs by doing it by yourself.

Certain, there's a science to it. Analysing the marketplace, doing research, and crunching the numbers. You think that due to the fact that you've constantly had a head for numbers, you could be able to do it by yourself.

But what you might not recognize is that there's also an art. When it comes to residential property investment, it's more than just analysing spread sheets. It's about noticing those subtle information that several may miss.

Like having such a thorough knowledge of the regional realty market that you recognize .... which side of a certain street to acquire residential or commercial property on and which side to stay clear of.

Or the ability to spot covert gems. These are properties that may not look like much currently. However have the prospective to produce considerable returns with the best touches.

Also, determining up-and-coming neighbourhoods prior to they become popular. In this way, customers can buy at a lower rate prior to the location ends up being as well expensive.

Buyers' agents have weathered the storms and have the battle marks to confirm it. With one by your side, you're not just investing in property; you're buying assurance. And even if you're not searching for a financial investment and simply desire an area to call home, they can do that, too.

But in this post, we'll focus on the financial investment side.

A Little Story

Photo yourself sitting at your desk, scrolling via property listings on your laptop computer. Every option you stumble upon claims to be the best financial investment opportunity. The glut of choices leaves you feeling even more baffled than ever.

Everyone speak about exactly how Perth is an excellent place to invest. However no one informs you how frustrating it can be to discover the appropriate fit.

There's a lot to take into consideration. For beginners, area, building kind, and potential growth and rental income. There's also building management, future advancement plans, and so a lot more.

You recall a conversation with a coworker who got shed big time on a financial investment deal gone bad. Your buddy was so sure he 'd nailed it. He did his homework. Approximately he believed.

Unforeseen concerns with the building appeared. The market took a nose-dive, and he had the dreadful tragedy of selecting the incorrect component of community. All these variables combined right into an ideal storm of financial calamity.

The emotional toll of seeing years of hard-earned savings evaporate was ruining. Also even worse, he dealt with stretched connections with relative that had co-invested. The tension started to affect his wellness and job efficiency.

The concern of making the very same mistake taxes your mind. Every click ... every prospective property ... becomes a concern: "Is this the ideal choice... or something I'll regret for the remainder of my life?"

That's why, when getting residential or commercial property, having a knowledgeable overview to rely on is important.

The Power of Experience

Never ever, ever before neglect the power of experience. That's due to the fact that it's the secret sauce in making great investment decisions.

I when had a client that was definitely taken with a home. Theoretically, it felt like a desire.

The area remained in a high end part of Perth. Near to fancy restaurants, quite parks, and a dynamic community centre. To cover all of it off, the property had a price tag that appeared too great to be true considering its prime location.

Yet with my perceptive as their dedicated buyer's agent in Perth, I knew far better.

That apparently postcard-worthy road had a dark side. Frequent auto break-ins and ear-splittingly loud late-night celebrations. Plus, poorly lit locations turned evening strolls into nerve-wracking experiences.

All this brought about overpriced renter turnover. Understanding what I recognized, I guided my client away. That ensured they didn't invest their money in a property that would be a blunder.

That's the power of experience.

Here's the thing: I've obtained 15 solid years as a Perth buyer's agent and 3 from the marketing side. I have actually been through the thrilling highs and the gut-wrenching lows of residential property investment. Those cringe-worthy "what-was-I-thinking" purchases? Existed, learned from that.

Yes, technical know-how is essential. But do you understand what sets a phenomenal customer's agent apart? It's their capacity to adjust methods based upon the ever-changing market landscape. But this ability to 'check out' the marketplace is honed only after years of straight, hands-on experience.

I'm mosting likely to tell you a trick. If you're searching for a buyer's agent in Perth, go for one with a minimum of a years under their belt. Here's why: residential property markets dance to a 7-- 10-year rhythm of booms and busts.

An agent who's ridden these waves for over a years is more than just experienced. They're your best choice for informative, excellent guidance.

The Actual Cost of a Buyer's Agent

Ever really felt that gut-wrenching concern of sinking your money right into a residential property black hole? We've all heard the horror tales. People who believed they struck financial investment gold. Just to understand they've plunked down their money for a money pit.

Look, every financial investment comes with its share of uncertainties. There's no magic crystal ball to anticipate success.

However a buyer's agent is your safeguard. With one, you'll have a better possibility at locating rough diamonds rather than obtaining stuck with unprofitable losers.

Why It's So Important to Pick the Right Qualities

The annual returns on an investment residential or commercial property can significantly affect your long-lasting riches. Put simply, the better the investment possibility, the higher its future value.

Let's simplify with some real figures. Envision you purchase a building valued at $750,000. Right here's a peek at just how that investment could examine thirty years, based upon various development prices:

Yearly Growth Above Rising Cost Of Living

Projected Worth In thirty years

1%

$1,010,886

2%

$1,358,521

3%

$1,820,446

4%

$2,432,548

5%

$3,241,456

6%

$4,307,618

Notification the difference? Simply a little bump in growth can mean a LOT even more money for you.

Below's an enjoyable reality: several buildings in Australia expand simply a little faster than rising cost of living. So, the average $750,000 residential or commercial property today can be worth between $1 million to $1.82 million in three decades.

Now, picture the side you 'd have with a sharp-eyed Perth buyer's agent in your corner. Such an expert can determine buildings with a potential for high growth. As opposed to opting for ordinary or a little above-average returns... you could be looking at lucrative development prices of 5% or even more.

These numbers show that a small boost of 1% in annual growth can make a significant distinction. For example, your $1-$2 million residential or commercial property develops into a much bigger $3-$4.3 million property.

This goes to reveal you that a purchaser's agent can assist you make smarter financial investments, aiding to increase your riches and monetary protection.

Picking Buyers Agent in Perth

To locate a fantastic customer's agent in Perth, ask somebody you rely on for a recommendation. Sure, you can review evaluations on LinkedIn and Google. Yet truthfully, nothing contrasts to a recommendation from a person you know.

Obtained a name? Awesome! Currently, veterinarian them with these essential questions to ensure they're the actual bargain:

Do They Have Their Own Financial Investment Residential Or Commercial Property Profile? Check if they have actually got skin in the game. You want an agent who does not simply talk the talk yet strolls the walk. Somebody who's invested their very own cash is in a much better setting to offer guidance.

Are They Well-Connected? An agent with a Rolodex rupturing with links can uncover juicy, not-yet-on-the-market offers. And trust me, those networks don't turn up over night. So, go for a pro with a years (or even more) of networking magic.

Is Your Expert Your Main Point of Call? Huge firms may reel you in with their star gamer, just to pass the sphere to the novice. Make certain your main point of contact isn't changing mid-game. You desire the MVP from beginning to end.

Is Your Consultant Solely A Purchaser's Agent? Be cautious of representatives who flip-flop in between trading. You require a committed customer's agent, not a person juggling numerous hats and playing both sides.

What Do Previous Clients State About Them? Dive deep right into comments from previous customers.Were they responsive? Did they feel supported? Were there any kind of hiccups?

What Are Your Impressions of the Agent? Trust fund your reactions. Keep in mind, you're not just making a deal; you're constructing a partnership. If something feels off, it most likely is.

Hyper-Local Knowledge Trumps General Know-How

Considering a specific area, like Perth? Then, a local purchaser's agent can be your fast track to success. Imagine having a guide in Perth that's got the inside scoop on all points home. That's what a neighborhood customer's agent is like.

They always have their ear to the pavement. From the most recent buzz on emerging areas to residential property hotspots with great returns... they're chock loaded with indispensable understandings.

Select an Expert Over a Jack-of-All-Trades

Investor-focused buyers agent comprehend the special purposes of investor. That's due to the fact that they're not just marketing a home; they're helping to develop a top quality asset base for outperformance and an earnings stream.

Their specialized expertise indicates they understand what makes a building an excellent financial investment. This is something a generalist may not be able to do.

Agents without spending experience might not understand the information, dangers, and benefits included. This gap can imply suggestions that's seriously off the mark.

Generalists commonly concentrate on the sob story of a home. However an investor-centric agent recognizes their clients are in it for the numbers. They recognize their customers are making an economic choice, not an emotional one. So, when spending, constantly opt for somebody that 'gets' the investor attitude.

Cheaper Isn't Always Better

Most customer's agents will charge you based upon the building's rate or an established fee once the offer is sealed. Now, conserving some bucks with a more affordable agent could sound appealing, but bear in mind, you get what you pay for.

Allow's say you're acquiring in a fierce market with few standout residential properties. In that case, an agent charging less could hurry through the procedure. Which indicates buying more residential or commercial properties rapidly. So they're not precisely choosing the best of the best.

Paying a bit much more can indicate your agent puts in the time to select only the best opportunities for you. Think of it for a second: isn't it far better to spend $20,000 in a stellar chance than $10,000 in one that's simply okay?

That added $10,000 could feel like a lot now, yet skimping might suggest missing out on a found diamond in future development.

What to Ask Your Buyers Agent

When advising your buyer's agent, be brief and to the factor. As a residential or commercial property investor, it's vital to set the adhering to specifications:

your budget plan

one of the most engaging basics to drive the property's long-lasting growth possibility.

Remember, investing in residential property is various from buying a home to stay in. Your primary objective is to see a return on your investment. Every little thing else is second.

Fall for the residential or commercial property's resources development prospects, not its place or appearance. Remember, it's a purely economic decision.

The Buyers Agent: The Secret Weapon in Purchasing Residential Property

Thinking of going it alone to save on buyer's agent costs? While it might be tempting, it's also dangerous.

Professional guidance might feel like a pinch on the budget now. Yet think long-lasting. That financial investment paves the way for smarter decisions and even more substantial gains.

Maybe you have actually constantly dreamed of investing in property to protect your monetary future. You know that picking the right buildings translates to a stable capital. Which uses a reassuring covering of financial protection for your loved ones.

But let's not sugarcoat it - getting property is a huge bargain, and it can get overwhelming.

At Buyers Advocate Perth, we're your relied on companion on your residential or commercial property trip, demystifying the process and assisting you make notified decisions. We provide a hassle-free buying process that can mitigate a lot of the threat. What's more, we do whatever for you, from locating the right homes to working out an effective result.

If you intend to dive deeper right into what establishes a high quality residential or commercial property apart and obtain beneficial ideas for a successful residential property purchase, or if you prepare to start your residential property journey, call our specialist buyers agent Perth team on our website.

[thecpdiary]

The Political Detriments of Health

"Looking at health through the lens of political determinants means analysing how different power constellations, institutions, processes, interests, and ideological positions affect health within different political systems and cultures and at different levels of governance." - (Source: BMJcom)

The reason why I bring politics into my writing is because it is interfering with my mental health, with my every day. Since the pandemic started, through the Government’s decisions, lifting all restrictions in the pandemic, I am left with little choice. I am not alone. Many communities are in the same position, particularly those people who like me deal with a mental and physical disability. Also, for those who are immunosuppressed, for those patients dealing with cancer. Also, for those with cystic fibrosis, or anyone with a condition where their immunity is compromised.

Politics is the backbone to problems

Politics is the backbone to a lot of the world's current problems. Those external influences don’t sit in the background while we get on with our lives. Instead, politics is interfering with the way many of us are able to live our lives.

The EU and the UK

When the EU opened its doors to the UK joining in the early 70’s, our lives became better. We had freedom of movement to holiday anywhere in its EU country member states, so long as we had a valid UK passport. With many UK residents who retired out there and who now don't meet the right criteria to stay, having to return to the UK.

Politicians pitting against each other

What is difficult is politicians' pitting against each other, to see who can do the worst damage, without a thought to the consequences of their actions.

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[chaoticxbeast]

"Gulag..?Oh, no, we are glad you´re here. It´s not every day we have an fearless interstellar adventurer in the lair! someone traversing galaxies and risking everything to protect the universe from chaos...." Leo said wistfully, as if he was more focused on some dream rather than Night, himself.

"Interstellar adventurer? Like..Going to space?" Mikey looked Night over, seated right next to him. "I don´t think he´s been to space."

Donnie looked disturbed and tensed as Night rose himself to sit. THIS was a bigger more scarier Raph than the one they already had, or so he assumed at first. To his surprise however, the "clone" didnt toss anything at his face or yell at him.

He still felt his pulse raise a little too high to his liking, and the watch on his wrist gave three sharp beeps, notifying him about his high pulse.

"UH oh. The dork alarm.."

Donnie took a deep breath in, and then out through his nose. "I have this thanks to you, Raph!! He hissed, before calming down, and began to speak softer.

"Okay.. So.... do you have any proof that he is who he say he is? Any ID? "

"its Raph!! He can't get an ID. His ID is his face. "

"Not good enough."

"He's got… a cool, heroic, skin-tight bodysuit on?"

Donnie canted his head, one eyeridge raised, analysing the "clone" and his gear.

"Villains wear black leather. Darth Vader. Rorchach. Sebastian Shaw and the scarecrow, cat woman.. They all wear black leather."

Mikey had to nod in agreement at that, giving Night a look. "You kinda do look like a villain."

"That's not nice, you guys… but look, I'm sorry. I promise you, it's okay. We brought him here because Dad said so." He added extra weight to his last words—after all, in this house, their father's decisions were always final.

"What? This was Dad's idea?"

"And Dad is very wise. You trust him, right?" Leo fixed a knowing gaze on his stressed-out brother.

"He's an old man, Leo," Donnie whispered angrily. "He's confused most of the time. He doesn't know the ipad, his phone—and he gets our names mixed up! He forgets his glasses on his head and leaves his phone in the fridge. He describes the internet in plural and he probably got Raph and… this other Raph mixed up!"

"Dooooonnie... Maybe you're just being gruuuumpy.." Mikey said, melodically, and sent Night a bright smile.

"Please shut up." Raph pleaded to no avail. Nobody seemed to care.

"Okaaaay.. look." Leo paused for effect, and smiled. "Why don't you and I go talk to dad, and then, I make some more pancakes. It's okay. Calm down. Everything is fine." Leo gave Mikey the plate of pancakes, then put his hand around the shoulders of his grumpy brother, guiding him out of the room.

"i really hate you right now."

"i know..." Leo replied with a tone of deep understanding, and apologetically smiled back at the others, mouthing out. "Gonna make more pancakes." And winked.

Mikey in the meanwhile, offered their guest to share Night´s pancakes with him. "He´s gonna make more pancakes. Hungry? MM They're good! I can tell you're Raph by the way. And don't worry about Donnie, he's always moody before breakfast. It´s not personal. He´s like this all the time."

TO SAY THAT Night was a heavy sleeper would be...a massive understatement, to say the least. Of course, when one was raised in a sewer underneath New York alongside three other brothers, it was to be expected. That being said, however, Night and Cleo both operated on a pretty strict ( see: synchronized ) sleep schedule, with Cleo usually waking up pretty early on to get household chores done, and Night would usually wind up waking up alongside her but lay in bed for a while after, usually with Waddles laying on his chest.

WHAT HE WASN'T used to was waking up to arguments -- at least, not anymore, considering everything was relatively peaceful at home now. So when he was awoken to the sound of yelling ( and someone speaking almost directly into his ear, ) the vigilante awoke with a slight grunt, golden hues fluttering open gradually. After a moment to recollect and remember where the fuck he was, the elder turtle sat up and yawned, stretching a bit, careful to avoid hitting the younger Mikey.

REALIZING THE ARGUMENT in question was about his presence in the Lair, Night's eyes bounced from Leo to Donnie before he spoke, tone jovial and lighthearted.

" SO, DO I get a say in dis or am I gettin' sent to da' Gulag ? " Good first introduction, genius.

[mazeinthemiroh]

hey !! can u write something like ‘hot things atz does in a relationship’ ?? hope you are doing well stay safe 💗

hot things ateez do in a relationship

genre: romance, suggestive

word count: 1.2k

warnings: suggestive, some are much more tamer than others. writing mingi's made me rethink my life decisions anyways <3

author's notes: ateez is a group of 8 hotties. that's all i wanted to say. hope you enjoy!

hongjoong

looks deep into your eyes. hongjoong is big on eye contact. it's so easy for people to figure out who he has fallen for because he always looks so involved and engaged in the things you say. it's attractive how much attention he gives you, and how he singles you out every time, like it's just you and him and no one else. his eyes stare deep into yours like he's trying to figure you out. like he's trying to read your thoughts, analyse your gaze, touch your heart. a mischievous sparkle glimmering within his eyes as he lets his mind wander into secret thoughts of his own. and his eyes are so hypnotising. you find your heart beats quicker when he stares into your soul, devouring you with just one look. it doesn't help when he teases you, perhaps maintaining eye contact whilst licking or biting his lip, giving you a little wink. it's almost embarrassing how much power he has on you; how much effect he has on you.

seonghwa

grabs your chin when he kisses you. seonghwa is the type of boyfriend to be sweet, soft, gentle. he touches you with feather-like touches, and his kisses are light and delicate. but not always. there are times when he wants more. when he becomes needy, desperate to feel you, there's not a lot that can hold him back. you can just tell by his attitude; the atmosphere feels cooler, heavier. he looks at you through lidded, lustful eyes. his gaze alone is enough to make you gulp. he will make a beeline to you and grasp your chin in his hand, with both assertion and elegance. a thumb is brought up to run over your bottom lip as he looks deep into your wide eyes. it never feels to catch you off guard how graceful and yet totally, utterly hot he can be. tilting your head up to look at him before placing his lips firmly on yours, closing the gap between you.

yunho

leans over to whisper to you. usually in formal/public events, or when you have people around. yunho can get bored depending on the environment around him. if you guys are guests at a wedding, for instance, and you have to sit through boring speeches, yunho wants to make his own fun. he loves making jokes in inappropriate situations because he knows you can barely hold your laugh in. or he starts gossiping when in a hushed voice to you and you alone. there's something about the way he leans over to whisper to you. you can't help but be a little flustered. from this angle you can smell his cologne, admire his features up close, feel his breath tickle your ear as he shuffles closer to you. he notices the way you blush when he does this, which gives him a bigger incentive to continue. you catch a glint of the mischievous sparkle in his eyes and his ever-growing grin as he watches you stifle a chuckle. how can someone be so hilarious and yet so hot?

yeosang

leaves you voice messages. this usually happens when he is away, perhaps on tour, or any time he is apart from you. this comes as a surprise to you. he isn't usually one to voice messages; he can get shy and flustered when talking, even when in a relationship with you. because of this, he usually prefers texting. but that's why it's so surprising and attractive when he decides to send voice notes to you. in the mornings and in the evenings, he will consistently greet you with voice messages. his morning voice is croaky, deeper than usual, making his voice sound incredibly attractive. he might mumble a 'good morning jagi, think of me today~' or something along those lines. and in the evenings? he will practically whisper how much he's been thinking about you, how he can't wait to have you in his arms again, his words practically sending shivers down your spine. your feel so close to him despite being so far away.

san

uses his words. his big on words of affirmation. he's very in touch with his feelings and is able to articulate them into sentences that make you swoon. it's amazing how he manages to find something to compliment you on every single time. when he feels particularly passionate, he won't hold back. "you look so ravishing in that outfit", "you have no idea how you make me feel when you look at me like that", "if you keep up looking this gorgeous, we might not make it to dinner at all." he's not exactly subtle. he will start telling you the wild thoughts running through his head, even in public. he knows what to say to catch you off guard. make you blush and squirm in your seat. then he will smile at you innocently as if he hasn't just got you all riled up.

mingi

chuckles when he kisses you. gosh. mingi is so passionate when he kisses you. depending on how he wants to kiss you, sometimes he will look at you with eyes full of such adoration before glancing down at your lips, his own pulling upwards into a little grin. he wants you. and as he sinks his lips onto yours, moulding them perfect with his movements, he can't help but smirk, maybe even chuckle into the kiss. he does this when he realises he's so down bad. that he has fallen for you. would do anything for you. of course, a messy make-out session is the only way to go from here. you just drive him crazy he almost doesn't know what to do with himself. so he may let out a breathy laugh in between open-mouthed kisses. and it sends lightning bolts through your body because, you know this is the lead-up to something heated. something raw. something fiery.

wooyoung

always touches you. he's not a clingy person. he doesn't have this overwhelming, suffocating feeling to be with you and near you at all times because he is content with himself either way. but when he is with you, he can't help himself. he just has to be touching you in some way. a hand on your thigh, or an arm wrapped around your shoulder, or a finger lacing through your own. it's something he doesn't know he's doing. it's an unconscious habit. if you were to call him out on it, he would say "no i don't touch you all the time" before realising that he does indeed. but it's hot, you love it. it feels like a reassurance; a protection. feeling his presence always there and giving the visual to others that you are his. your heart swooned at the thought.

jongho

looks out for you. jongho is quite a low-key, chill guy, but there is a part of him that is naturally protective. he finds himself wondering how you are, if you got home safe, if you need him. expect a message from him asking if you got home safe. and don't be surprised if you are walking with him and he guides you gently to the safer side of the path, away from the road. when you comment on his gallant behaviour he will shrug it off and say it's nothing. if you're at a party and you're getting an uncomfortable amount of attention from a guy, he will wrap an arm around you and make it painfully obvious that you are, in fact, his. his assertiveness and protectiveness makes you fall for him all over again.