#but! i think he has a deep respect for him too

[sugarcherris]

Headcanon: Captain Price’s Pathetic Pillow

Captain price x fem! reader, suggestive theme, 18+, mentions of uterus and cum, and the whole team clowning price.

Everyone thinks Captain John Price is a hardened man of taste—cigars, whiskey, and tactical brilliance.

Cigars? Expensive.

Whiskey? Aged and neat.

Tactics? Lethal.

Beard? National treasure.

And yet… behind closed doors… lies a secret so devastating, so shameful, so soul-flattening…the single most disturbing artifact known to Task Force 141.

His pillow is the saddest object in the entire United Kingdom. Possible Europe. Maybe the entire NATO alliance.

And not just any pillow.

No.

It’s not just flat. It’s deflated. Like it gave up sometime in 80s and never recovered.

This pillow has seen wars, sweat, spit, cigar crumbs, cum, and the weight of an emotionally repressed British forehead night after night. It’s yellowed. It crunches a bit when you press it. There’s one suspicious bullet hole no one asks about.

The first sighting

Gaz stumbled on it once and physically recoiled like it bit him.

“Cap�� what the hell is that?”

“My pillow.”

“…Is it… alive?”

“It’s broken in.”

“IT’S BROKEN DOWN.”

Soap tried to surprise him with a brand-new orthopedic memory foam one. Price took one look at it, gave it one half hearted squeeze it, and muttered

“Too soft. Doesn’t smell like mine.”

Then flopped face-first back onto his tattered parchment of despair.. the war-torn crêpe he calls a pillow with the weight of a thousand suppressed emotions and let out a groan so guttural it summoned ghosts from WWI.

Laswell once compared it to a flattened Yorkshire pudding left out in the rain.

Ghost swears it whispered something to him once. He won’t say what.

That pillow has no bounce. It’s a sock filled with despair.

But he won’t replace it.

Because in his heart, Price believes if his pillow can survive everything it’s been through…

So can he.

You

You tried.

God knows you tried.

But after three nights of waking up with your spine curved like a question mark and your neck sounding like a glow stick every time you turned your head, you snapped. (Somehow all his pillows were deflated flat and soggy. His remarkable pillow is the worse one, the founder, the disease spreader)

Price, meanwhile, is sleeping like some half-naked forest bear—shirtless, sprawled on his war relic of a pillow, beard glinting like wet oak in the moonlight.

“John,” you hiss. “I swear on your beard—if I have to sleep on any more of this limp, moist rectangle one more night, I will summon God Himself to smite this pillow.”

Price rolls over, glowing in the moonlight like a Michelangelo statue who drinks whiskey and shaves with a knife, He shifts lazily, one thick arm draping over your waist, eyes half-lidded with that glint as he murmurs, voice deep and rough like thunder rolling through and just goes.

“Careful, love. That attitude’ll have you face-down ‘n beggin’ before you even touch the sheets.”

Sir. No.

Your uterus shrieked.

Your spine whimpered.

And the pillow—the goddamn pillow grinned.

The Battle Begins

You steal the pillow.

You tossed the pillow in the bin.

It crunched on the way down

You pray over its resting place like a sacrificial offering.

He came home. Sniffed the air once like a bloodhound.

He finds it. In the goddamn trash.

Washes it. Rescues it.

Holds it like a cradled child. Looks you dead in the eye and says,

“This pillow’s older than half the squad. Show some bloody respect.”

He sleeps like a WWII veteran with his hands gently gripping the corners like a parachute cord.

You���re convinced it’s not a pillow.

It’s a coping mechanism.

Eventually everyone started taking action

Soap starts a betting pool. He names it Operation Flat Bastard.

Gaz calls it Flatline. He salutes it sarcastically every time he passes the room.

Ghost adds it to a list of “Top 5 Unholy Objects I’ve Seen.” (It ranks above a haunted mask from Karachi.)

Laswell mails you a care package with six memory foam pillows. No note.

Price tries one of them once—after you begged. The next morning, he stares into space, grumbling:

“Had a vivid dream about paying council taxes. Didn’t like it.”

New plan

You surrender to fate.

But you plan.

One day, when he’s gone again, you’ll hold a funeral.

Full military honors.

You’ll bury Flatline under a crooked rock in the backyard. Light a cigar. Tap the gravestone twice. Whisper, “Rest now, soldier.”

And when he comes home?

He’ll lie down on a new pillow—one you’ve secretly been punching nightly, stomping with boots, smearing it with your cum, and ironing flat to simulate three decades of war.

He’ll grunt once.

Press his face into it. Inhales it.

And murmur:

“…Finally. Feels just right.”

[disc0kitten]

3 am

(18+ mdni)

it was 3 in the morning and bucky couldn't sleep. nights have always been like this for him. the terrors always kept him up, and tonight was no different. he looked at the clock on his bedside table and growled. he was not going down tonight.

he threw the covers off, swinging his legs off the bed to fully sit up. he craned his neck to the side, needing to pop that one ache that has been bothering him. no luck. he grumbled a string of curses before standing up and making his way out the door.

he knew no one else would be up so didn't bother throwing his shirt on. he only, and i mean only, wore his sweatpants. he walked down the hall, thankful his room was closest to the kitchen. he grabs a glass of water and before it registers in his head he sensed someone in the corner. he grabbed onto the knife nearby and flung it straight at them, or so he thought.

"thought you'd have better aim." bucky breathes a sigh of relief, noticing his knife has hit the cabinet next to y/n's face.

"you could've given me a warning," he grumbled before resuming with his water.

"why? where's the fun in that?" she was swinging her legs lightly as she sat upon the counter, a mischievous look on her face. bucky shook his head lightly, tsking at her remark.

"why are you up?"

"why do you think?" she fell silent, knowing that he struggled with nightmares too. when she looked away bucky took her in. she wasn't wearing any real pants just an oversized shirt that rode up her thigh. if there was anything underneath he couldn't see it, and god he didn't want there to be.

no.

scratch that.

he shouldn't be hoping from that. she was a teammate of his. someone he respected.

but her slender legs could be wrapped around his waist and he wouldn't complain...

stop it.

you're venturing into dangerous territories considering you have only sweatpants on.

bucky cleared his throat, looking away. he downed the rest of the glass before putting it into the sink.

"hope you have a better night," he says to her before shuffling out of the kitchen. it took everything in him not to pop a tent right in front of her. once he was out of sight it was an immediate reaction. at least he'll have something to occupy himself with.

~

he'd been at it for ten minutes now. hand slowly working up and down his cock as he watched video after video. same fake girl with blonde hair and big tits. each one moaning like their paycheck depended on it. he stared at the screen, eyes focused on the way her fingers jammed into her soaked pussy before she "came" once more.

and yet bucky hadn't even once.

he tossed the phone aside, taking a deep breath before it popped into his mind. those long tanned legs of her. the way her hair fell perfectly onto her shoulders and framed her face. it made her seem angelic. especially with how the moon lit through the kitchen to only highlight her body. he has seen her body many times but never in the way he wanted. even her uniform was able to hug her curves and accent her bust.

bucky started to work himself again, to another thought. the mission where she had to be an exotic dancer. sure, he was a bouncer surveying said club to find the arms dealer but he also couldn't help himself to watching you take the stage. how your body moved around like the music was calling you. how you had your back against the floor, stared directly at him, and arched yourself up before resuming your routine.

he laid there, eyes wired shut as he pumped himself. he couldn't help it. he knew he should think of literally anything else but nothing else came to mind. only thoughts of you flashed in his mind. like the pool party they hosted three days ago. your tits almost spilling out of your bikini top and that fabric between your legs barely covering your ass. every time bucky stared for even a second you were already locked in on him. like you knew.

"fuck..." he growled to himself as he grew closer. his hand was pumping harshly, beads of sweat forming at his forehead. he knew he was getting there and felt awful it was to you. but not so awful that he would stop. before he could even finish he heard his door slowly swing open. his movement jolted to a stop. his eyes were trying to fixate who that was in the dark and to his surprise it was the last person he expected.

"need any help, barnes?" y/n came into the room, shutting and locking the door behind her. "i was trying, and failing, to take care of myself next door when a wicked thought popped into my mind. you're here. you're up. why don't you do it." she stripped off her shirt, proving bucky's previous thoughts right. there was absolutely nothing underneath.

"w-what are you doing?" he asked, still holding his painfully erect cock in his hand.

"what does it look like?" she swayed her hips as she walked over to the bed, kneeling on it to get a better look at him. her hand came out, replacing his to stroke it lightly. "you help me... and i help you." he clenched his jaw, eyes fixated on her as she started to pump him. slowly she bent down, extending her tongue to slowly swirl at his tip, gathering what ever pre-cum was there. he shivered at that, still trying to piece together how this even happened.

"we can't do this," he said.

"then why aren't you stopping me?" she said before licking up the side of his cock. he grit his teeth once more, eyes becoming fixated on her. he was doing everything he could to not lose it but that tipped him right over. his metal arm reached out to grab onto her hair, pulling her up. she had an evil smirk on her face, staring right back into his eyes.

"do you know what i am capable of?"

"what do you think i'm trying to find out?" it was his turn to smirk back, shaking his head before shoving her right back down to where she belonged.

"open your fucking mouth." she obeyed, instantly. bucky wasn't gentle when it came to sex. he liked to be in control. he needed the other person to worship him. as he slid into her warm mouth he groaned louder than he intended. slowly he bucked his hips into her mouth, seeing how far she could take him. he was almost there before she gagged. she didn't push him off or slap his thigh. only breathed through her nose to see if she could fit more.

"look at this pretty fucking whore take my cock. you're so desperate to fit it all, aren't ya?" once it was all in her mouth is when the real fun started. keeping that tight grip on her hair, bucky started to move his hips. his cock went in and out of her mouth, making the sloppiest noises known to man. all the gargling and spitting caused drool to run down her chin but she was continuing to take his abuse like a champ. bucky noticed her eyes watering at the harsh fucking her throat was receiving and did not let up. she was a big girl so if she wanted it to stop all she had to do was say it.

"you like having your throat used? fuck, if i would've known i would've done this a long time ago..."

once he grew closer to the edge he slammed his cock right into her mouth once more before emptying his load into her throat. she swallowed each drop, not wanting to waste what he had given her. his grip loosened on her hair and slowly she pulled herself off his cock, letting her tongue glide underneath. once more, her tongue explored his tip, not wanting to leave anything behind.

"holy fuck..." he groaned. she adjusted her hair before looking at the time.

"glad you enjoyed yourself, barnes. i expect you to return the favor when i come back."

"w-when you come back?" he said breathless.

"i have a mission with walker and yelena in two hours. i need to prepare."

"shit i'm sorry to have kept you awake."

"don't be. i wanted it."

[the-peak-legend-of-first-gen]

Okay, hear me out (I know this might be controversial but still…) I love both James and Jaegyeon but they are fundamentally different as lovers. Here’s my no-sugarcoating, brutally honest two cents on how each of them would be in a relationship:

Jaegyeon:He comes off like a total bitch on the surface, but deep down? He’s a devastatingly soft, pining, and hopelessly devoted puppy. At first, he won’t act gentlemanly—nope, not even close. Especially during his current blonde era, he gives off that annoying energy of guys who watch YouTube videos about how they're "too tough" to need a girl. But plot twist? He has a massive crush on that one girl who shows up at the same petrol pump as him.He’ll pursue you, but in an incredibly tsundere way. Like:

“Why are you even talking to that guy? He’s totally going to break your heart.”

“And why do you care, Mr. Na?”

Rough around the edges? No—very rough. But gradually, once you start noticing the little things he does—like letting you into his car even though it just came out of service, stocking your favorite drinks just in case, or quietly dropping you home—you realize there’s a tenderness there. He’s not bad. Not at all.

Once you’re actually in a relationship, though? Don’t expect roses and candlelit dinners. Sorry—no flowers and cheesy stuff. Fights will happen. Screaming, shouting—you name it. But in the middle of it all, he’ll catch himself, stop, and try to pull you into a cuddle. Still, he’ll give you space when needed… albeit very, very reluctantly.

You can be completely silly with him too—he’s totally down for theme parks, car cafés, and dancing in the rain.

Now the not-so-pretty part: If you guys ever break up, he will let you go. Not in a “get lost, I’m better off” kind of way, but because he loves you too much to keep hurting you. His maturity will come through here. It’ll hurt—a lot. He’ll be a mess after the breakup. Jealous if you move on. But eventually, when he sees you smile genuinely after a long time, that aching part of him will finally let go.

Now to ......

James: Let’s skip teenage James for now (that deserves a whole other conversation) and talk about adult James—both when he was an idol and now as he is.

When he was still in the industry and you two were together, he wouldn’t even look at anyone from the entertainment world. Not because you were some “special princess” above actresses or models—no. It’s just that the risk was far greater. He already had Charles breathing down his neck, and a relationship with someone inside the industry would be much harder to hide. So weighing on the scale of vulnerability, dating someone outside, someone “normal,” was easier to conceal, protect, and cherish.

That said, James will be a gentleman. Gallant, suave, respectful—he treats you like a lady.But he’ll make it up to you with luxury—gifts, trips, anything you want—except his time.

Even in arguments, he won’t raise his voice. He’ll stay calm and composed. He’s the type who’ll quietly keep track of your preferences, your quirks, your dreams—you’ll feel like the one person in the world he truly sees. And you are. You’re the tiny corner of his heart he protects at all costs.

So what could go wrong, right?

Here’s where it gets dark : At his core, James is a manipulator. He’s soft on the surface but harbors a cold, calculating fury beneath. During fights, he won’t scream—but the words he says will sting deeper than any shout. “Sorry” won’t fix the wounds he leaves behind.

He’ll say: “You don’t need to know everything, sweetheart. I’ve already taken care of it.”

He always thinks he knows best. And when your relationship teeters on the edge, and you want to leave?

He. Won’t. Let. You.

You’re his. The only one who’s ever held his heart—and he expects you to cherish that privilege.

Who are you going to leave me for? Who could possibly compare to "James Lee" or "Diego Kang"—for the world?

He has the looks, the money, the power. And if you try to walk away? He’ll make it painfully hard. You’ll suddenly realize what it feels like to pry something from a lion’s mouth.

Now, I’m not saying he’s some yandere (ew, please no—I hate that trope). But in my interpretation, this is just how things would unfold.

To wrap it up: Being with Jaegyeon is chaotic, rough, and emotionally intense—but the guy’s got the right heart.Being with James? It’s a dream… until it’s not. And if you ever try to end things, be prepared: leaving James Lee is not something anyone does easily.

[bidisasterevankinard]

Do you have deja vu?

Buck becomnes captain. Not everyone supports or rescpect it not Eddie friendly, so don't like don't read (I'm pretty sure it's Eddie bashing fic but I'm still not sure where the line betwen not friendly and bashing/ also bc of the good headcanon about Sal in the bucktommy fandom you can see it as hopeful ending for Eddie)

Taking the role of a captain was a hard decision. Getting to be a captain of a team that is 99% older than you was even harder. 

How the fuck he should make them all respect him than so many of them saw him as a hot-headed probie? But Buck never thought that the hardest person would be his best friend. 

The only one not to congratulate him. The one who constantly makes comments. The one who put his authority under question worse than Hen or Chim ever tried. And Buck is done with him. Especially after what man did today.

The fire was all around the house, devouring everything on its way with loud sounds of destruction. Not possible to save the construction. Just a quick move to try and save the family inside. 

Making commands, Buck orders Eddie, Ravi and Rose to check and get the family out from the second floor, taking first and basement himself with Alex and Alvara. 

Everyone moves in quick succession, getting parents and two young kids out. He takes a deep breath outside, when Ravi confirms everything is clear. No people on the second floor. 

“118, stay out of the house now. Structure is unstable. We’ll fight it from spreading only.”

The worst happens next. 

The piercing, loud, making blood get cold in veins, scream spreads around, when the mother wakes up and starts crying her son’s name, screaming that he’s not here.

“Maybe he left? We checked everything,” Buck comes closest to the woman, kindly talking to her, trying to calm her and talk to him. Teenager might not even be there. He knows his team checked everything. 

With his peripheral vision he sees turn out move, not having time to repates the order to stay outside. He has time to see the name when he disappears in the fire. DIAZ.

Buck nods to Hen to try and calm the woman.

“Firefighter Diaz, you had no c-command to get back, the structure is unstable! Get out!” Buck barks in his radio, but no answer.

Piece of shit.

“Diaz, Get. Out,” Buck roars so disturbingly normal that Ravi looks scared at him. 

The fire intensifies. 

Eddie is not out.

“Mom! Dad!” The voice screams and the frightened teen runs to his parents. 

“Diaz, the kid is out. He was not at home. Get out!”

Surely, he does. Buck comes close to him not to make a scene in front of a poor family, hissing like a snake.

“In the fire truck. Now. You’re s-suspended.”

“Buck, c'mon,” Chim and Eddie say in unison. Buck just glares, “you want to be suspended and possibly fired too, Han? I-if not, I advise you to shut up and let me and Diaz decide it between us.”

Chim swallows and steps back.

The way to the firehouse was silent. Tensed. Buck was looking only in front of him, not reacting to Hen’s and Chim’s two weak attempts to make a conversation between everyone. 

He was thinking about the last night before shift, when he had the same question weighing on his mind and heart.

What should he do with Eddie?

Buck can’t sleep. Not without an answer. 

“Why are you not in bed?” Tommy mumbles behind him, “It’s almost midnight, Evan.”

“I know,” looking in his herbal no caffeine tea Buck searches for answers. Or drowning himself maybe.

Drowning sounds even more appealing. He just hates to leave Tommy hot-not-even-a-widower’ for young hot gays and bis out there for grabbing. Over his dead body.

Tommy sits near him, taking his face carefully in his hands. Buck hopes man would hide him in Tommy’s chest forever and Buck wouldn't need to face the world ever again.

“He’s still being a dick?”

Buck just makes a face. ‘Being a dick’ is not even putting it mildly.

“M-maybe I’m not what the station needs? Maybe he’s right in not trusting me?”

“Bobby trusted you, Evan. LAFD trusts you. Ravi does. Just because Eddie doesn’t, it means nothing.”

Buck wants to say that Eddie has his reasons. But a voice that sounds like Dr. Coupland is screaming about no bad self-talk and boundaries with toxic people.

“What sh-should I do then?”

Tommy kisses his birthmark. “Sleep now. And you’ll know what to do with Eddie when time comes. I know you will.”

Buck made up his mind. Diaz got it on himself.

The second they are all out of the showers and back in uniforms and cleaning, he gets closer to his ex-best friend.

He can’t even say hi to Tommy, because he’s so angry and he wants his anger to the person who deserves it.

“Firefighter Diaz,” he calls with his best captain voice, “come here and explain yourself about the last call.”

He wants it to be in the center of the station. Some lessons for everyone to learn.

“I tried to save the kid. What if it was Chris?”

Buck shakes his head. Of course he tries to play this card. 

Not today though. Buck won’t let him.

“But it wasn’t. You should h-have stayed outside till we could have more information about if the kid was actually inside. You, Ravi, Rose, Alex, Alvara and I checked the house. It was clear,” Buck gestures and tries his hardest to talk in a normal voice. To keep his cool like Bobby did. How man tried hard to do it from time to time too.

Ablaze in his heart loves the opponent.

“What does it mean? What teen decided to go AWOL because he's a teen and it’s Friday summer night. And look at that, that is exactly it. Guy ran to get drunk with his friends. And you,” Buck points to Eddie, remembering to keep a long distance. He's not him. “You might have killed yourself and the team members, who’d tried to save you. You could’ve killed all of us."

“Oh yeah, because you know how to save people? Or how not to get your team not killed? Do you have skills to be a captain? Unlikely,” Eddie comes closer and Buck sees fire in his eyes. 

“And you do? Have skills? To think on y-your legs? Leader skill? You don’t even have the temper to be a captain.”

Eddie basically runs on him, losing his shirt he still hasn’t put on on the way, but Chim comes in front of him.

“Okay, okay we got it. You’re angry because Buck was right to order us to stay outside,” then he adds in a smaller voice, “now say sorry and let’s forget about it.”

“What? Apologize to him? To the most selfish captain we can ever have? Never gonna happen.”

Buck can’t believe it was his best friend. Did Eddie ever like him at all? 

Well, at least one good thing from Bobby’s death. Cleaning of the space around him from people like Diaz. 

Buck stops Chim with his hand on his shoulder. It’s his fight. And he will fight and win it. With his words. And power.

“You’re gonna l-learn to respect the chain of command, Diaz or you’re not gonna work here anymore.”

“Screw you,” Eddie rolls his eyes, trying to smirk at Ravi and Alex. 

Both probie and Ravi get behind him. 

Buck smirks. Take it, Diaz.

“I guess it’s your answer,” Buck nods, then straightens and loudly pronouns, “you’re relieved of duty,” Buck looks around to make sure they all hear, “you’re not part of 118 anymore, Diaz.”

Eddie gets into his face like that night in the kitchen. Buck doesn’t flinch. People like Eddie don’t strike in public. If they are not paid anyway. 

“You can fire me! Who do you think you are?”

“Full fire captain who passed the exam, s-several training and interviews, and was appointed here by the fire Chief Simpson. As well as I had a recommendation written in my file by Captain Robert Nash,” Buck straightens in his whole height, but takes a step back from Eddie. He's not him, not going to intimidate someone with it. But show himself proudly anyway. “Unlike you, who had several remarks about you not showing the best leadership skill. More likely always stay a follower,” Buck loves who Eddie gets redder in anger. 

He can be a petty bitch. He knows.

“I don’t want you in my station. Pack your stuff. Get out.”

“Treat all your friends like this and you will have not even one!”

“I took lessons from you, Diaz. For years I was looking up at you. So look close to it.”

When Eddie is out of the doors, Buck turns away to Tommy, Chim, Hen and Ravi.

Ravi tries to smile, but gives up. “Are you sure it’s not too hard, Buck? To fire him?”

Buck softly smiles at him, “I will call Chief Sinpson about the suspension for at least six weeks and then transfer to another station, don’t worry, Ravi. I-I know Eddie is a capable firefighter and can be a good man. But he wasn't one here or with me for a while. Maybe at another station he’d get luckier.” 

Buck puts his hand softly on the young man's shoulder, smiling. 

“I’m trying to be a fair captain, Ravi. Like Bobby was. Respect you all and treat you right. But I demand the same and I will not tolerate the attitude like Diaz was showing.”

Everyone nods with smiles.

Tommy turns to Hen and Chim, leaning to them, “so do you two have some deja vu vibes too or?”

Hen and Chim nod with a scared face. 

“Do you think Bobby possessed him or what? Should we call a hot priest for exorcism?” Chim whispers and Buck just shakes his head. 

“118, clean everything, w-while I’ll cook dinner. I want the truck and engine to look like new ones.”

Everyone runs to do the job. Tommy smiles at him.

“Hello, captain.”

Buck smiles, exhaling all the anger and the weight on his shoulders. “Hi, Tommy. What’s this about deja vu?”

Tommy kisses his cheek, “have you ever heard about how Bobby fired Sal, but actually transferred him?”

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to an older s/o

Request: Hi, Celeste! Just gotta say, it's been months of me following you, and I absolutely live for your content! 💜 I just came across your "Younger SO" for SVT, and I was wondering if you can do the opposite: SVT with an older SO? Thank you for considering!

A/N: Whether it’s a few months or a few years, these boys would absolutely thrive with a ‘noona’ s/o who has a little extra life experience + I think they're very cool with both younger and older s/o. Also, hi hi!! Tysm, I’m so happy you enjoy the content and stuck around this long.

Seungcheol: He is a leader with so many members to handle, so being with someone who’s just a bit older, gives him a sense of calm. Loves when you guide him through decisions or offer wisdom, but also gets adorably sulky when you tease him for being younger. “I’m still oppa in this house,” he’ll say while reaching for your hand in public.

Jeonghan: You being older? He’s using it. Teasing you? Constant. “You should take care of me~” He lives for the dynamic. Always playing it up, but deep down he respects the maturity and insight you bring to the relationship. Plus, he finds older s/o's incredibly attractive; something about the confidence and experience just does it for him.

Joshua: The “age is just a number” kind of guy [ahem, que that fancall]. He’d love having deeper, mature conversations and would appreciate the emotional intelligence you bring. He’s probably calling you “baby” just to balance the dynamic a bit, but when things get hard, your ability to stay grounded makes him love you even more.

Jun: I don't think he actually doesn’t notice the age gap. You’re older? Oh. Cool. Jun is too much of a vibes/personality-first person to really care. He’s charmed by your poise, but also still drags you into pillow fights. If anyone points it out, he’ll just blink and say, “So?” Because to him, your soul feels like it matches his.

Hoshi: He jokes that you’re “the boss” in the relationship, but he adores it. He’s all about affectionate teasing, spontaneous affection, and showing off for you. He also really wants to impress you and is always a little extra excited when you praise or encourage him. You bring out the more grounded side of him without dulling his sparkle.

Wonwoo: He’s so so soft for someone who brings emotional clarity and maturity into his life. He’s not the type to care about age gaps at all, but he’ll note how soothing it is to be with someone who has a stable energy. Will 100% ask for book recommendations and sit with you in peaceful silence like it’s love language gold.

Woozi: You being older makes him feel a little relieved, he doesn’t have to over-explain his workaholic tendencies or emotional blocks. He values how self-aware you are, and he absorbs your perspectives like a sponge. Plus, he finds the way you handle conflict so hot. If anyone comments on the age thing, he gives them the death glare.

Dokyeom: He’s all giggles and heart eyes, older s/o or not, but he definitely benefits from your emotional maturity. When he gets overwhelmed, you know how to help him reset. He’ll call you “Noona~” in the most singsong way, but still treat you with total love, babying and respect.

Mingyu: Will still insist he can carry all the groceries himself. He’s a bit extra about wanting to prove himself, especially if you’re accomplished or confident. Loves it when you guide him but also wants to be the one taking care of you. Over time, he realizes you don’t need “taking care of,” and starts just enjoying how easy it is to be himself around you.

Minghao: Old soul meets old soul 😌😂 He goes the best with someone older anyway. He’s all about mutual growth, and an older s/o is often more emotionally steady, which suits him perfectly. He appreciates the lack of drama and the introspective conversations you bring. He’d never flaunt the age gap, but he would brag about you non-stop.

Seungkwan: At first, he might be shy or overthink things, wondering if he’s “enough” for you. But once he’s reassured, he’s in. Loves having someone who can match his emotions but handle them a bit more maturely. You make him feel secure and loved, which is everything he really needs.

Vernon: To Vernon, age doesn’t equal power; energy does. If you match his energy and give him space to be himself, he’s head over heels. He’ll appreciate that you’ve probably figured yourself out more, and he finds your confidence very attractive. Bonus: he never forgets your coffee order or how you take your ramen.

Dino: He loves older s/o's but can get a little flustered about proving he’s mature enough. You’re a source of motivation for him, so he wants to meet your standards and show you he’s grown. Will occasionally pout if you “Noona” him, but secretly loves it. Your stability + his ambition = power couple.

[reijisteacup]

What are this men looking in a woman's appereance?

Ouuuu noiceeeee I love Love LOVEEEE <3 I made this super long... sorry for having your eyes burn from the screen light lol

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Sakamaki's

Shu Sakamaki:

Shu claims not to care about appearances, and on the surface, that’s half true. He scoffs at glamor or women who try to impress him with designer clothes or heavy makeup. He’s annoyed by loud lipstick, clacking heels, and anything that feels like it’s trying too hard. His ideal woman looks like she just rolled out of bed—literally.

But there’s a deep sensuality to what appeals to him. He’s helplessly drawn to women who look naturally seductive without even meaning to. Baggy T-shirts slipping off one shoulder, messy hair that clings to a sweat-damp forehead, bare thighs curled under on a couch—those accidental intimacies ignite something feral in him. Especially if it’s paired with a low voice or drowsy gaze, someone who can match his energy.

He doesn’t admit it, but sweat—from working out, dancing, or just waking up—drives him a little crazy. The scent of skin warmed by heat, a glistening neck, the flush of post-exertion color across the cheeks... that's the kind of raw, intimate detail that draws him in.

Opposite Turn-On: Surprisingly, very polished, commanding women who walk like they own the room intrigue him too. Not because he wants to chase them—but because watching someone confident unravel in his lazy presence is addicting. The contrast fascinates him.

Reiji Sakamaki:

Reiji is all about elegance and precision. He finds beauty in symmetry, good posture, a perfectly styled appearance. He notices everything: the arch of a brow, the neatness of eyeliner, the restraint in a woman’s smile. He prefers darker, richer palettes—burgundy lips, tight buns, pencil skirts, silk blouses. A woman who dresses as though she were born to manage a royal estate has his respect—and arouses his more possessive instincts.

High heels, delicate jewelry, the swish of a perfectly tailored skirt—Reiji doesn’t just admire these details, he catalogs them. Clean fingernails, polished shoes, the curve of a spine under a corset? All of it feeds into his dominant, controlling fantasies. There's something intoxicating about a woman who looks like she'd never stoop to imperfection... until he peels her apart.

Opposite Turn-On: Reiji is secretly enthralled by disheveled beauty. A woman in a lab coat with her lipstick smudged from biting her lip, reading glasses slipping down her nose, hair tangled from stress—she’s messy in a brilliant way. It drives him crazy because it contradicts his need for control. And yet, he wants to be the only one who ever sees her like that. (I itch for dynamics where Reiji has someone who is completely different from what he thinks he wants...I feel he likes messy and someone differing from 'Beatrix's View')

Laito Sakamaki:

Laito is an aesthete of the highest order. He notices everything—the shine on your lips, the curve of your waist, how your dress clings when you breathe. His ideal is someone who looks delicious—a walking sin. Lace, garters, undone buttons, moles in hidden places, smoky eye makeup, low-cut tops, confident smiles.

He’s especially drawn to femininity as power. A woman who knows she’s hot and enjoys the attention? That’s his kryptonite. He finds pleasure in being seduced and even more in turning the seductress into a mess.

Opposite Turn-On: Laito is secretly obsessed with innocent appearances that contrast with repressed desires. The sweet girl who wears soft dresses, braids her hair, and has a pure reputation—but looks at him for a beat too long or blushes when he leans close? He can smell the secret craving and finds that duality far more arousing than anything overt.

Kanato Sakamaki:

Kanato is obsessed with aesthetic purity. He’s drawn to Victorian-inspired beauty—frilly dresses, curled hair, pale skin, lace gloves, soft voices. He wants you to look like a doll on a shelf—eternally beautiful, unchanging, delicate. Pink lipstick, puffed sleeves, stockings, frilled parasols—he finds eroticism in sweetness that borders on sickening.

But he’s not just looking for innocence. He wants ownership over it. He craves the fantasy of a woman so perfectly fragile that she needs to be held, protected... and hurt. That duality is what arouses him—beauty made to break.

Opposite Turn-On: A woman who’s dark and wild, who wears leather, chains, heavy makeup, and talks back. At first, he hates it—calls it vulgar. But then he becomes obsessed. Because ruining something rebellious is even more delicious than breaking something pure.

Ayato Sakamaki:

Ayato likes girls who stand out. Loud accessories, bold colors, thigh-high socks, mini skirts—anything flashy catches his attention. He’s obsessed with visible confidence: girls who chew bubblegum, wink unprovoked, flash him a grin and walk away. He wants a challenge, someone who makes it impossible to look away.

He has a thing for legs, specifically long legs in short skirts or fishnets. Crop tops, chokers, piercings, bright eyeshadow—it all appeals to his hunger for stimulation. But more than that, he loves the cocky ones. The girls who smirk and say, “You wish,” before turning on their heel. It makes him chase harder.

Opposite Turn-On: Quiet girls who hide their beauty. A modest girl with flushed cheeks and downcast eyes—if he sees just a peek of something sensual under the surface (like a shy girl accidentally flashing her thighs or trembling as she speaks), it hits him even harder. He’ll tease her relentlessly, because knowing he can break through that shell is addicting.

Subaru Sakamaki:

Subaru swears he doesn’t care about looks, but he’s a very visual creature. He’s drawn to authenticity—bare skin, wind-blown hair, flushed cheeks, calloused fingers. There’s something about the imperfection of a person’s real body that speaks to his broken soul.

He doesn’t realize how often he’s staring: at bare collarbones, at thighs tucked under short skirts, at a soft stomach under a tank top. It’s not about fashion—it’s about closeness. If you look like you could curl up against his chest without fear, that breaks him. If you wear something clingy and stretch in front of him by accident? He malfunctions.

Opposite Turn-On: Girls who dress very femme and soft, like pink skirts, ribbons, and flowers—he thinks he doesn’t like it (too delicate, too fancy), but the moment someone like that presses their lips to his knuckles or grabs his sleeve, he’s gone. He can’t handle someone beautiful being gentle with him.

Mukami's

Ruki Mukami:

Ruki is attracted to women who look in control. Sleek black dresses, straightened hair, minimalist makeup, leather gloves. He finds power in restraint. He’s fascinated by visual confidence—someone who walks like a predator, makes eye contact, speaks clearly, crosses her legs with intention. He also loves high cheekbones, dark eyes, red lipstick, long lashes—anything that speaks of maturity and wisdom.

He’s also a sucker for hidden luxury—fine lingerie under business attire, a back tattoo no one sees, bruises in elegant places. He loves women who look expensive and carry themselves like they don’t need anyone… so he can unravel them layer by layer.

Opposite Turn-On: Ruki pretends not to care for cutesy girls, but the moment he sees a shy woman in a sundress reading a book with one leg tucked under her, his mind starts to spiral. He doesn’t want to want her—but he does. And he hates how much he aches to corrupt her innocence.

Kou Mukami:

Kou is addicted to looks. He’s a celebrity—of course he’s shallow. Or so he claims. He loves trendy fashion, curled lashes, big eyes, flawless skin, and coordinated colors. He falls for girls who know what filters make them glow. Crop tops, aesthetic nails, juicy lips, butterfly tattoos? All yes.

But what really hooks him is contrast: someone who looks soft and harmless but can cut him with a look. Someone who looks like a fantasy but swears like a sailor. A perfect Instagram baddie with a tongue sharp enough to kill.

Opposite Turn-On: He’s embarrassed by it, but a tomboy in a tank top, with no makeup and dirt under her nails, fixing a motorcycle? He can’t stop staring. She’s real. And that kind of unedited confidence? It's the only thing that makes him forget his own image.

Yuma Mukami:

Yuma loves thick thighs, strong calves, wide hips, full lips, big hair, sun-kissed skin—anything that feels alive. He prefers women who look like they eat well, move well, and live fully. If you’ve got scars, tan lines, chipped nails, or rough hands, he’s not turned off—he’s turned on. You’re real. You’ve fought. You’re worth touching.

He goes crazy over crop tops, shorts, open flannel shirts, sweat on your neck, calluses from the gym, freckles, stretch marks, back dimples. He’s visually obsessed with the way a woman’s body reacts—muscles flexing when she lifts something, the curve of her waist when she turns.

Opposite Turn-On: Yuma says he likes tomboys, but a dainty woman in lace who offers him a home-cooked meal while batting her lashes? Instant meltdown. His need to protect and ruin you goes off like a bomb.

Azusa Mukami:

Azusa is mesmerized by vulnerability. Pale skin, slow blinking eyes, long sleeves covering scars, trembling fingers, bandages—he’s not looking for sex appeal. He’s looking for someone whose appearance screams, “I’ve been through something, and I’m still here.” He finds beauty in what others fear.

He’s obsessed with necks—especially the soft curve of a throat after crying, or a bruise he left behind. He notices tiny things: a chipped tooth, bitten nails, tearstains, blood on lips. He doesn’t want a perfect woman—he wants someone raw and human.

Opposite Turn-On: Loud girls in bold makeup who seem invincible… he’s drawn to them because he wants to see what lies underneath. When a strong woman stutters for the first time in front of him? He feels something dangerous stir.

Tsukinami's

Carla Tsukinami:

Carla is not swayed by superficial beauty—he’s existed too long and seen too much to care about fleeting trends. What seduces Carla is regality—the kind of beauty that seems chosen by the gods, eternal, and worthy of worship. He gravitates toward women with a composed, timeless appearance: tall or poised stature, long flowing hair (black, silver, or icy blonde especially), pale or smooth glowing skin, and a gaze that speaks of ancient sorrow or quiet wisdom. There is something deeply erotic to him about grace under pressure—a woman who maintains her elegance even when faced with danger or humiliation.

He prefers flowing fabrics, silks, veils, gothic gowns with sweeping necklines or sheer layers that suggest vulnerability while concealing power. He notices wrists, collarbones, and throats—where veins pulse, where breath catches. Carla finds beauty in restraint. A woman whose beauty is obvious but untouchable will awaken something almost reverent in him... and that reverence eventually turns to obsession.

His perfect aesthetic partner looks like she belongs in a cathedral: untouchable, sacred, divine. The kind of woman who would sit silently on a throne, cold and unreachable—until she bends for him. That’s what breaks him.

Opposite Turn-On: Carla tells himself he loathes “wild” or “loud” women—but when a woman dares to wear red leather, smirks at him like he’s just another man, or rolls her eyes without fear? Something dangerous awakens. He’ll crush her pride until she begs, but secretly? That defiance excites him more than elegance ever could. She represents everything he believes is beneath him—and yet he keeps watching.

Shin Tsukinami:

Shin is all instinct, all hunger, all dominance—and his tastes reflect that. He loves flashy, bold, and fierce. If you look like you could claw someone’s eyes out and then kiss them bloody, he’s into it. He likes messy beauty: tousled hair, bruised knuckles, intense eyes, ripped jeans, bitten lips. Anything that screams “I don’t give a fuck” is irresistible. He’s pulled toward women with predator energy—strong postures, fast mouths, sharp glares.

But there’s also a primal softness he craves. Someone who’s curvy, warm-skinned, all hips and thighs and wild laughter—he can’t stay away. Sweat-slicked skin after a fight, flushed cheeks, a crooked smile, wild hair tangled in a hoodie or leather jacket—these are the visuals that flip a switch in him.

He especially loves when someone looks like they shouldn't be attractive but somehow are. A busted lip, eyeliner running from crying, teeth clenched in rage? He finds beauty in chaos. You could kick him in the chest and he’d grin through the pain.

Opposite Turn-On: He swears he’d never be into a “prim and proper” girl… but then he meets someone who looks soft, polished, like she bakes pies and prays for stray cats. And when she gasps at his vulgarity but doesn’t run—when she says “I’m not afraid of you”—he’s done. Suddenly he wants to see her cry. Wants to kiss her until she screams. Wants to see that soft exterior burn in his hands.

[unluckilyimnot]

In which you're drunk and you fantasize about Ace and it goes wrong (not really).

Note: first (and failed) attempt for my ace ver. of bed chem. I'll do something sweeter than that. again first time writing with him so he might be ooc. I didn't really like it at first, I wrote that at 3am but my bestie told me it was fine so here it is.

Fluff, mention of alcohol, being drunk and wanting to sleep with someone. Don't ask for smut. ~3k.

m.list | rules (read before asking for anything!)

You knew you shouldn’t think that. It was out of place, you’ve drunk one too much and he’s your superior. And yet there you are, another glass full of rum in one hand, the other holding your head from falling and your eyes fix on Ace, a few steps away.

He looks so hot, it’s taking all the space available inside your brain at the moment. His hair’s falling perfectly around his face – it doesn’t matter how many times he pushed it away, it always falls back perfectly. His hat’s resting on his shoulders, his weight is put on his arm as he holds his drink with his other hand – showing off his muscles for anyone to see. You wished you respected yourself enough to stop there. Stop looking. Stop your train of thoughts from going from his arms to his hair, fantasizing about your fingers dragging their way up his arm to his hair, grabbing it just enough for him to sigh. Your cheeks flushed at the thought.

You drank your glass in one go, receiving cheers from your crew. Ace’s eyes fell on you, a cocky, happy smile on his lips and you caught a light of excitement in his eyes that matches with half of the people sitting in the deck at the moment. The sun has disappeared for a moment now, the night is dark, full of stars and the light reflecting on his face is too much for you. It’s overwhelming, imagining him with you : strong arm holding you like you weigh nothing, pulling you on his laps, whispering things so sweet in your ear when you can feel him hard between your legs. It’s intoxicating. You shouldn't think about that, dream about that.

You shake your head, trying to push it away but it seems like it can only get worse when you think of him kissing your neck all the way down your chest. It’s too much, you shut your eyes, taking a small breath in before getting up.

“They're gonna be sick,” someone laughed, you can’t picture who, and honestly – you’d rather be sick to death right now.

You ran to the other side of the ship, far from the small party, from all the alcohol. Far away from Ace. Holding the fence with both hands, you take a deep breath. The salty air cleans your mind a little before an awful wave of shame hits your face. You bury your head in your arms before letting out a loud groan – they think you're sick anyway, so it doesn’t matter. If they even hear you. Ace is still on your mind, half naked, touching you, grabbing onto your skin harshly as he whispers sweet words to your ears and you sincerely think of jumping and drowning in the sea. Until you hear his voice.

“You’re alright there ?”

At first, you’re sure you’ve imagined it ; he’s everywhere, you can feel him on your skin when he’s not even next to you. Until he grabs your arm at your lack of response. You met his eyes lace with concern, his smile smaller and the fun disappeared in the background. You gulp hardly, almost choking on air. His hand is so hot on your cold skin, it does the opposite of grounding you, now thinking about his hot skin all over yours.

“Yes,” you choked out, pulling your arm away.

You stumble away from him, still holding onto the fence. You can barely stand, he can tell – anyone could. You’ve probably drunk your weight in alcohol tonight, you went too far. You felt hot, too hot. Your vision was betraying you and you failed to dodge his hand as it landed closer to your wrist.

“You don’t seem fine to me,” he chuckles, trying to not go too far when you want to keep your distances so bad ; but he doesn’t want you to get hurt. “I’ll take you back to your bunk, come on.”

Why does he have to care so much ? Why couldn't it be someone else. Anyone ! Thinking that he was the first one to make a move and make sure you were ok made your heart ache. He was so sweet without meaning to, or maybe he does but it never really seemed like it. He jokes around too much, flirts too much. Him doing both so well makes your heart beat faster, only for him. It scares you, so much, because as much as you want him, there's no universe he wants you back. Tears picked up at the corner of your eyes.

“Please, Ace, leave me alone,” you begged, looking around, anywhere, so your tears will go away and you won’t meet his eyes. “You're the last person I need right now.”

You speak quickly, not thinking twice and certainly missing the hurt written on his face. Your head hurts, it's spinning like crazy. Yeah, you could've gotten some help, but thinking about him in your bed was the main problem of the night. Thinking about how good you'll be for each another was the problem. You didn't need him close to your room, let alone inside it. Not until you were sober and could make sense of all of that in your head. He clears his throat.

"Don't move then, I'll get Marco," he says quickly as well, walking away without a second glance or at least you think so.

You can't miss the hurt in his voice, the faux smile he puts on when he's hurt and you hate it. But you know you can't fix that right now, right ? You can't think straight and you're scared you're gonna say something dumb. Your feet can barely hold you up and you can tell your knees are getting weak – but you push it away and follow him.

"Wait, Ace !" you yell out his name, looking for him. You're getting closer to the stairs and, as much as he doesn't want it, he's quickly back by your side before you can reach it. You grip his open shirt, fingers brushing on his chest.

"I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry, I'm–" you struggle to find your words, you don't even know what you're trying to say.

What you know is that you melt under his hot and soft touches. His hands are holding your arms carefully to not hurt you, but it’s still firm so you don’t have to hold your weight alone – you're not complaining anymore. His hands on you are meticulous, not going too far. It costs him at the moment and you're still mumbling nonsense. Your emotions are a mess, the last thing you want is to hurt him, you need to do something about it and it almost made you forget the heat in your core to have him close.

"It's fine," he tries his best to not be cold but he can’t even look at your face. You're flustered and desperately looking for his eyes this time. Your hand ends up on his chest, catching the rhythm of his heart. You want to lean in, hold him close, tell him how sorry you are.

"You're all over my mind, it's intoxicating," you're shaking your head. "It's hard having you around, I'm sorry, but I love you please I never meant to hurt you." You can feel his heart beating faster under your hand and you can tell his cheeks turned pink.

Ace covered his face with one hand, rubbing it before hiding his lips as his eyes fell on you. “You’ll be the death of me…”

You can’t figure what he just muttered but you can’t find the need to care – he’s looking at you, it’s enough. “I’m sorry, Ace.”

“I know, I know !” he doesn’t know what to do with his own body after that, or what he can do at all. “Can I help you then ? Or are you gonna argue agai– Hey !”

Before he could finish his sentence, your legs gave up on you and your vision went dark. He’s left there, with your body in his arms as you passed out – your head gently laying on his chest now. He groans, cursing under his breath before holding you close and coming down the stairs. You’re not really heavy for him, that’s not the problem.

The problem is that he can’t get your words out of his head. You saying ‘I love you’, being so desperate for him to look at you, to say you were sorry… And the hell did you mean he’s all over your mind ?! There’s a lot of things on his mind at the moment, too many for him to keep a track of and the alcohol surely doesn’t help.

Your weight is comfortable in his arms, when he stops beside your bunk he has a hard time letting you go. You seem so vulnerable, he lays you down eventually, staring at you for a second. There’s a small frown knitted on your face, he has to ease it down with his fingers  before sitting on the floor, next to you.

“The hell you meant I’m all over your mind…” he’s not getting over it. He doesn’t know what to do with it but it for sure works him up.

You were all over his mind all night, and it’s not the first time, so knowing you might feel the same felt – strange. The fact that you rejected him probably because of that left a bad taste on his tongue. He wants to talk about it tomorrow, but will you even remember ? He sighs as he thinks about it. It can’t be helped at the moment.

The next morning, you woke up with the worst headache you’ve ever had but also with a huge glass of water next to your bunk and a small note. 

Drink a lot today. Can we talk ?’

You don’t need a sign to know who it is, his bad handwriting says it all. You flush when you read it. You don’t remember well what happened yesterday, but you’re sure you must have said some bad shit to get a note from Ace.

You lay back on your bed, groaning at your blood pulsing in your temple like crazy, but it’s better than to get up and face him for now. What even happened after you left the deck ? You remember Ace coming to check on you, crying a little and running – or at least try to – after him. The rest of the night is blurry, you can’t figure what you did or say after crashing into his arms, and the only reason you’re sure you crashed into him is because you can still feel his warmth around you. It’s bitter sweet, you love it and hate it at the same time. You don’t want to crave it like you do.

You’re so lost in your mind, you missed the knock on your door. Twice. It makes you jump when the door opens out of nowhere in a loud creak and Ace’s face comes out of it. He looks at you with big eyes at first, seemingly lost and you can feel your cheeks turn hot. Pulling the cover closer to your chest, you winced at the pain in your head.

“Headache ?” he asks softly, a small grin on his lips as he walks in. He has another glass of water in hand but he keeps it for himself when he sees the first one barely touch. “Drink,up, it’s gonna help."

You nod and drink it all straight. You can feel the coldness running down your body and sigh in relief afterward. It doesn’t help in a second, but you already feel better. He gave you the second after you gave it a long stare. It’s awkward, you don’t know what to say, neither does he. After a moment, the silence is so thick you don’t know how to break it. So you clear your throat. 

“I’m sorry for last night,” you start carefully. “I don’t really remember what happened, or what I said but I was mean, wasn’t I ? I didn’t mean to.”

“You said that last night already, don’t worry,” It took him a second to answer, his eyes lost on the floor next to your bunk. “It’s forgotten already. You were drunk.”

There’s another silence. You sit up and let your legs hang over the edge, trying to catch his eyes since he doesn’t say anything ; he seems lost in his mind, and it’s never a good sign. Your fingers brush his arm gently, trying to bring him back with you. “Are you alright ?”

He shrugs, trying to play it cool but his eyes say something else. “You said you didn’t mean it… You think it works for everything you said ?” there’s a subtle hope as he stares back at you making you gulp hard.

“I don’t know, what did I say ?” you tried to joke, lightening the mood but you’re scared. What if you went too far and told him you wanted him that way ? What a mess it would be, but you guessed he would’ve been more cocky about it.

Your fingers are now brushing his hot skin without failing, grounding him in with you instead of drowning in overthinking. You wait for him to talk, not forcing him to, but you’re ready to wait for him. “You said you never wanted to hurt me because you loved me? You meant it ?”

Your heart stopped. Of course you said something like this and you want to hit your head on the wall for it, but you can’t back down now. “Yeah, I care for you Ace. You’re important to me."

“Enough for you to love me ? You also said I was all over your mind all night, that’s why it was hard to have me around.”

You flushed at his words, bringing your hand back to your chest as if he just stripped you off all your clothes. Why did drunk you speak so much, huh ? They were talkative for sure and you hated it. Your eyes fell on the floor and it was your time to avoid his gaze. You couldn’t say you didn’t mean it like that, you don’t want to see him hurt even if it breaks your heart.

“Hum, enough to love you,” you whisper, scared it’s gonna ruin everything. Closing your eyes hard, you wait for him to answer but nothing comes. Instead, he can feel his head leaning against yours. His forehead touches yours and you open your eyes, his are shut. A sigh of relief leaves his lips.

“You were on my mind too, you know,” he started softly, his voice low. “I was scared you’d never want to talk to me again if you knew.”

You can’t help the chuckle that left your lips, catching him off guard. He straightened his back quickly, leaving his hands on his lips – a suspicious look on his face. “What was that ?”

“You have no idea what I think of you, so don’t worry. It can’t be worse.”

With that, he laughed and the heavy, awkward mood lifted up by itself. And, without really putting words onto it, you knew how the other felt. It was still new, too soon to start something but you could laugh with each other openly. Ace could put your hair behind your ear without feeling like a creep and you could stay close to him without going crazy.

It’s simple, it feels like you’re already together for a lot. Yet, there’s still a lot on Ace’s mind. He took his time, until he knew he could do it without regretting it. Waiting for you to fall asleep in his arms, for you to hit his arm playfully when he goes too far with a joke without being upset, for you to open up to him – only then did he say it.

It was dark and rather cold outside, but he still found you sitting by yourself on the deck, looking at the stars. He can’t really get cold but he knows you do for sure, so he’s surprised to find you without a thick shirt on.

“Keeping the stars all for yourself ?” he chuckles as he sits beside you, making you giggle.

“I wouldn’t dare, they’re for everyone,” you answer. It sounded more deep than you meant to, but it’s fine. He has people to share them with too. For a while, neither of you talked but it’s comfortable now. He doesn’t have to play a role with you, neither do you and things got a lot easier after you two accepted that.

“You’re not cold ?” he asks finally, worried because of the shivers on your arms.

“Yes, I am.” It was blunt, unapologetic and it made him laugh out loud. Oh, how he loves you.

“Come here,” he grins as he gestures to you to come closer.

He doesn’t have to say it first. You sit up immediately and move between his legs, now resting in the hot embrace you learned to know. You let out a satisfied sigh as you get comfortable in his arms. “I thought you'd never say it.”

You made him laugh again, it happens more now you noted. You like it. His head finds the crook of your neck and he rested his nose there, inhaling your scent before sighing as well. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer. You call out his name softly, but he doesn’t answer. He’s feeling good, safe – at home.

“I love you too.” His voice is low, you barely heard him but your heart would never miss this. It felt like the right moment : under the stars, you safe in his arms as he warms you up during a cold night. He wants this to last forever.

More important, he never actually told you he loved you when you already did and he felt bad for it. He doesn't know why he hesitated for so long when every cell in his body was craving for your soft touches and words, but now it was done and he never felt happier.

“I didn’t even say it…” you argued but your cheeks were flush red.

“You did,” he confirms. “A while ago. I didn’t forget, never.”

Before he can make sense of it, you're turning around and grabbing his face with both hands before your lips rested on his for a second. It’s a small peck but it feels like you’ve been waiting for this all your life. He’s taken by surprise but quick to bring you back for another kiss, longer but gentle, careful. His hands don’t leave your waist, his thumbs drawing patterns on your cold skin before breaking the kiss.

“I love you,” you whisper anyway, not waiting for anything in return.

He nudges his nose with yours, a big smile on his lips as he hears your laugh at the cute gesture. He couldn’t ask for more and he wouldn't dare. He was lucky enough to be loved so gently.

Let me know if you liked it ! ♡

[mackwin]

willmack tarot reading pt. 2 🔮

same disclaimer as last time: this is all in good fun and is not meant to be taken as absolute truth, keep this in our rpf circle, etc. 💞

how does will feel about mack currently/right now?

king of wands (taking the lead/control in love, energetic, charismatic lover)

queen of wands (cheerfulness, confidence, passion, charisma/sensuality, not caring what others think)

page of wands (adventure, excitement, cheerfulness, lively lover)

ten of pentacles (deep bonds, abundance, relationship milestones, stable future)

the hermit (taking time to be alone)

two of wands (setting goals/plans, envisioning future, making decisions)

if you are giggling and kicking your feet rn, so is will. has he emphasized enough how cheerful and happy and giddy he is??? he is feeling so Uber passionate and confident in his relationship with mack and he does Not gaf how others think of him as he’s shooting hearts through his eyes facetiming mack every five minutes. he finds mack just as charming as mack finds him. 😩

ten of pentacles and two of wands in combination allude to mack & will* making plans for their future, whether that be a trip together, training together, living together, etc. and maybe all of the above! also want to note ten of pentacles is a HEAVILY #establishedrelationship card so. Aha…(starts screaming)

also, will’s dramatic ass feels “trapped” (eight of swords) not being in the same country as mack right now. Please get a grip

how does mack feel about will currently/right now?

strength (courage, confidence, strong, caring relationship)

ace of pentacles (abundance, steady, loving relationship, privileged couple)

king of wands (taking control/lead in love, energetic, charismatic lover)

four of swords (taking time alone, relaxation)

the sun 😭😩😭😭😩 (pure joy, happiness, abundance, radiance)

two of cups (special union, perfect harmony, attraction, close bonds)

Well. how do i even start…just like will, mack is feeling completely confident, joyful and stable in his relationship with will. will makes him so so so incredibly happy. will instills strength and courage in mack, and helps him have confidence in himself.

as you can see from both questions, they mirror each other perfectly when it comes to their feelings. i’m gonna do a cartwheel off the moon

how did will feel about mack’s message in the iihf tiktok?

queen of wands (cheerfulness, confidence, passion, charisma/sensuality, not caring what others think)

three of cups (joy, emotional fulfillment, attraction)

eight of cups (running away) LOL

like always, will is down horrendously…and this tiktok is no different for him. all he felt was love and admiration watching mack flirt then fumble with his fake-nonchalance, thinking it was cute how mack clammed up and was shy at the end lol. (groans)

how did mack feel about will’s message in the iihf tiktok?

page of cups (intuitive, emotionally soft/sensitive person, dreamy attraction & infatuation)

ace of wands (intense attraction, flirting, excitement)

ten of swords (disillusionment and emotional turmoil) LMFAO

if you guessed mack was kicking himself for his short message vs will’s, you can go ahead and pat yourself on the back because you’re absolutely correct. he was watching that tiktok like omfg he looks hot as fuck. damn…damn he’s dreamy. wait why is he so earnest and open… damn it that’s so sexy of him why didn’t i do the same FUCK

additional notes:

*although both had the king of wands in their respective questions, based on the other cards it appears will has more control in the relationship/is taking the lead in setting up whatever future plans they have

we have many reoccurring cards and themes from the last reading! (lots of wands, cups, pentacles AND two of cups, ace of wands & king of wands came back)

as we know good and well, mack is usually the needy and lovesick one. well we need to take a moment and rly clock will on this too bc his ass is so emo he can’t see mack irl rn and he’s slow fond cat blinking at mack for all us his teammates the iihf and sidney crosby to see. GET UPPPPPP

once again we have so many cards here that allude to romance it is honestly the most insane i’ve ever seen for two people. and i’ve been reading tarot for three years 😭

anyway hope you all enjoyed reading this derangement!!! let me know your thoughts or if you have any questions for the deck 💞💜💞

[dioslesbianwife]

Can I please request the jofoes with a partner who thinks of the most crazy /stupid plans and it always works no matter how crazy it sounds.

lol yes, thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy :33

Dio

At first? Dismissive. “You what? You’re going to lure a Stand user into a trap using a karaoke machine, peanut butter, and a hamster? Tch. Ridiculous.”

But then it works, and he just stands there blinking like a lizard.

“…Impressive,” he mutters, trying to act like he totally saw it coming.

He eventually starts letting you take the lead, but every time he watches one of your absurd plans unfold flawlessly, he gets this smug-but-nervous smile like:

“Of course it worked. My partner is a genius… a deranged, dangerous genius.”

Lowkey wonders if your Stand is just probability warping.

Kars

You are a riddle he cannot solve. He’s a genius, a god, the ultimate lifeform- 

And you just beat five elite assassins with a bottle of soda and a traffic cone.

“How?” he demands, staring at the chaos.

You just grin and say something like, “It came to me in a dream.”

He starts following you around, watching you like a science experiment. He’s 99% curiosity and 1% fear cause you lowkey remind him of Joseph.

Eventually he stops asking how and just starts prepping supplies like: “Do you require… string cheese and fireworks again?”

He respects your unpredictable brilliance deeply and gets way too invested in your bizarre plans.

Yoshikage Kira

He’s internally screaming every time you explain a plan. “We’ll fake our deaths using water balloons, mayonnaise, and a middle school play!”

Kira: “I just want to live a quiet life. Please.”

But then you pull it off. Flawlessly.

Now he has no choice but to go along with it. And the worst part? He starts trusting you. Like, really trusting you.

“I can’t believe this worked,” he mumbles after the third flawless escape. “What are you?”

He finds your unpredictability both terrifying and exhilarating. Lowkey proud that you’re his partner, even if your plans make no sense.

Diavolo

Absolutely HATES it at first. “You expect me to believe this idiotic idea will succeed?!”

But when you defeat an enemy Stand using bubble wrap, a capri sun, and a feral cat, he just… blanks.

You become the only person allowed to make plans besides him. He pretends to hate it, but deep down, he respects it.

“It is a calculated chaos,” he mutters, pacing. “A controlled instability… Yes… You are terrifying.”

He refuses to admit your success aloud, but he’ll quietly provide anything you ask for- even if it’s 6 pounds of glitter and a fake mustache.

Doppio

“Oh wow! That sounds crazy… You… think it’ll work?”

You: “Yep. We just need a shopping cart and exactly 14 lemons.”

Doppio: “....Okay.”

He’s on board, but definitely keeps a safe distance in case he needs to make a quick escape.

When it does work, he’s very relieved and stops doubting you after a while.

Starts getting more into your plans, even offering ideas like “What if we add balloons?”

Enrico Pucci

He prays for you. He really does. “Lord, I know that You work in mysterious ways, but please grant me the strength to understand how this madness keeps working.”

But after you solve three Stand-related crises with a kazoo, a ladder, and a hot dog cart, he stops asking questions.

“You… are touched by something greater,” he whispers.

He becomes convinced your nonsense is part of God’s divine plan.

Literally starts preaching about chaotic brilliance:

“All glory to the most bewildering genius of our time.”

Funny Valentine

At first: “Absolutely not. That’s ridiculous and un-American.”

After you save his entire campaign using nothing but cardboard cutouts and a kazoo, he’s flabbergasted.

“This… This is the kind of ingenuity that makes this country great.”

He now fully endorses every wild plan you come up with, no matter how absurd.

“Gather the inflatable flamingos,” he orders a subordinate. “She has another idea.”

He frames your weirdest plans as genius wartime strategies to the government and acts like it’s all part of a top-secret tactical manual.

Diego Brando

You’ll say something like, “We’ll trap the Stand user by pretending to be a mariachi band, then have a real bull chase them into a minefield.”

Diego: “What the actual hell are you talking about?”

Then you do it. And it works.

Diego’s suspicious of you for weeks.

“There’s no way you’re not cheating. Is your Stand luck manipulation? Fate distortion? Tell me.”

Eventually he just stops fighting it and becomes your ride-or-die chaos accomplice.

He starts requesting you lead him through the race and help him win 1st with a resigned sigh like, “Alright, genius, what’s the stupid plan today?”

Tooru

He adores this side of you. He lives for it. He finds it hilarious.

“Wait, wait- say that again. We’re going to distract them with a fake wedding and then trap them with a flock of geese?”

You: “Exactly.”

Tooru: “...Alright then.”

He thinks you’re the most entertaining person he’s ever met, and your plans are somehow better than his slow-burn manipulations.

He’ll happily play along, smirking the whole time.

When it works? “I knew it would. You’re terrifying in the best way. We should cause problems together more often.”

[gatorbites-imagines]

Could you please do Boba Fett? With a male reader who wants kids. Or when reader and Boba have kids? I have baby fever right now and Boba is one of the biggest things that helps.

Boba Fett x Male reader 

Headcanons 

Lmao, this has been in my inbox a while... Star Wars has been tickling my brain again finally. 

Its a bit of a stereotype that Mandalorians love kids and hoard them like dragons hoard gold. 

But Boba isn't technically mandalorian, at least in his own eyes. Being mandalorian is more about culture than blood, and seeing as how his only ability to learn about said culture was cut short, well. He wears the armor and respects his father's memory though. 

Doesn't stop him from experiencing the baby fever. Especially if you are mandalorian and share the same baby fever. Boba will claim it's something he inherited from Jango. 

I could imagine Boba struggling in the beginning at the thought of you wanting kids, be they adopted or either of you carrying them if you are able. This also very much depends on when you guys are together. 

If its during his bounty hunting days, then Boba would want kids, somewhere deep inside, but he would not have them. Especially knowing how he lost Jango, there's no way he would want to put his own kids through that. 

After crawling out of the sarlacc and being taken in by the Tuskens, I think Boba starts turning the idea more in his head. Hes not gonna allow it until his status on Tatooine is solid, but, it would be easier to convince him. 

If either of you are able to carry your child, then Boba starts getting very broody. Doesn't matter if its you or him carrying the child honestly, he starts pacing, huffing and puffing. 

Call it protective nature, but the castle is getting suited up for war, just in case anyone tries coming for either of you. 

If its Boba that's pregnant, then he wont say it, but he appreciates massages and being cared for, a lot. Hes already older, covered in a lot of scars, so having to carry a pregnancy really wears him out. 

If it's you, then he gets even worse. Hes never leaving you alone, and there are times where you need to call for assistance from Fennec to get some privacy. Theres no need for Boba to be in the room when you bathe, but he will try it. 

Or, you guys can adopt. Even then, Boba acts like a broody hen, no matter the kids age. If they're a baby, then they are strapped to his chest. Or, inside his armor, which he's loosened enough to hold them. Only you get to hold the baby. 

If it's a kid he tries to be as approachable and fatherly as he can. Sadly, Boba doesn't have too much experience with a stable father figure. As much as Jango tried, being a famous bounty hunter didn't create the safest and most stable childhood. 

If its a teen, then Boba still tries his best to be a solid stable person they can lean on. But no matter what I can still see him struggling when it comes to being vulnerable. He tries though. 

Youll find your kid sat on his lap or the armrest of his throne on the regular when you can't find them. They always try to scowl like Boba, but it just looks adorable.  

Your kid will want to dress up as Boba, so you two end up getting them durasteel armor in a familiar mandalorian shape, like any mandalorian who hasnt become an adult yet. 

Here Din is a bigger help, since he knows the culture more thoroughly than Boba. Din becomes the kids uncle too, where Grogu will become their cousin. Fennec is involved too, of course. 

Being a dad would both stress Boba out more, but also calm him. Some part of him would settle at having your kid relying on him, someone to take him down a few notches. 

It means he doesn't always have to be on the defense, always ready for the worst. Obviously, he allows himself to open up with you, but only in private. 

With a kid, Boba starts being more vulnerable and finds his emotions easier. In the beginning its because he forces himself to do so, as he wouldn't want his kid to think he doesn't care. 

I have a feeling that your kid sleeps between you two at night for a good while. For safety, sure. But also for comfort. Doesn't matter if they are naturally born or adopted, this kid feels the safest between their two dads. 

Having a kid also means Boba actually sleeps more and cares more for himself, since he has to be worth looking up to.  

You catch the two of them taking naps together a lot, the kid draped across his middle. It's always easy to snuggle up beside them, Boba always wrapping an arm around you even when sleep. 

[mironmion]

okay, it looks like i need to clarify my point here.

I don't doubt that the writers were under insane schedules. Any trad author is expected to publish about 1 book a year, even more so for self-publishing. I remember hearing that GW pays per book, too, giving authors an incentive to pump them out even faster, in addition to the speed with HH books.

My criticism is in no way meant to make it seem less impressive than it is. Any book is an insane amount of work and should be applauded.

That does not mean it's exempt from critique.

With over 60+ books, there are bound to be some that are written better and worse and by authors I like and don't, but the lows are much lower than expected, and I bumped into them much earlier than I wanted.

I could go on about how giving different writers each a book to write was a mistake, but that's been said before. I don't think it's controversial to say that they vary in quality, too. I'm alright with that, even if I don't love it.

What I am not okay with is just how much of a dropoff there is in quality between Horus Rising and False Gods. I went from enjoying the story to actively fighting the urge to print out my ebook and go to town with a highlighter.

Like this passage from False Gods:

Sindermann leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Loken saw how tired he looked, his skin the colour of the parchments he perused and his clothes hanging from his body as though draped across his bare bones. Loken realised that the venerable iterator was exhausted. ‘I’m sorry, Kyril,’ he said, also sitting back. ‘I didn’t come here to pick a fight with you.’ Sindermann smiled, reminding Loken of how much he had come to rely on his wise counsel. Though not a tutor as such, Sindermann had filled the role of Loken’s mentor and instructor for some time, and it had come as a great shock to discover that Sindermann did not have all the answers.

"saw" "realised" "reminding" - all filter words weakening the prose, with an additional con of telling instead of showing. And yes, maybe the reader needed to be reminded who Sindermann was, but it could've been done much more tactfully. It's not bad, but's it's a far cry from what it could be.

Which brings me to the matter of an editor. All those could've been caught and edited into a more professionally-looking script. Like, you know, the first book of the trilogy.

Let's see some exposition from Horus Rising:

‘Loken to First,’ he sent. ‘Tenth has entry.’ There was a pause, a brief distort, then Abaddon’s voice answered. ‘Loken, Loken… are you trying to shame me with your diligence?’ ‘Not for a moment, First Captain,’ Loken replied. There was a strict hierarchy of respect within the Legion, and though he was a senior officer, Loken regarded the peerless First Captain with awe. All of the Mournival, in fact, though Torgaddon had always favoured Loken with genuine shows of friendship. Now Sejanus was gone, Loken thought. The aspect of the Mournival would soon change. ‘I’m playing with you, Loken,’ Abaddon sent, his voice so deep that some vowel sounds were blurred by the vox. ‘I’ll meet you at the feet of this false Emperor. First one there gets to illuminate him.’ Loken fought back a smile. Ezekyle Abaddon had seldom sported with him before. He felt blessed, elevated. To be a chosen man was enough, but to be in with the favoured elite, that was every captain’s dream.

It is still telling, obviously, and it still uses filter words. But it's put in the context of Loken's character voice and the setting of the conversation, and underlined with a plot thread of the Mournival, making it less noticeable. Also, the filter words are more spaced out.

Or what of the mortal sin of switching POVs mid-scene:

Erebus shook his head sadly and, for the briefest instant, Karkasy detected a trace of dark amusement in his next pronouncement. ‘No,’ said Erebus. ‘It is not.’ Loken felt his choler rise at this affront to their honour and sensed the anger of the Mournival in the stiffening of their backs.

Notice the -ly adverb too. If you think it's the only one in the book... well. (Also, how does one shake his head sadly?)

The list goes on, but I'm way too tired rn to go into the use of paragraph length and all the overdependence on dependent clause.

Listen, I'm not some writing purist who thinks you have to be either blessed and write perfectly or stop forever. I'm pretty sure Graham McNeil has improved since this book, and good for him. Perfection is a habit, not an art. But those are basic things that an editor should have noticed and pointed out, and the fact that there are so many great books in HH series is proof that they can.

Are those nitpicks? I don't know, are they? Is it a nitpick to criticize mistakes in a professionally published novel by a professional writer? Is it a nitpick to want better from a series you love?

So excuse me if I criticize the books for having worse professional editing than smut on ao3.

I know it's been said to death that fanfiction writers can be better than published authors but it's crazy how I've read warhammer porn on ao3 written better than the mainline books

[lukaskyle-moved]

Baldur's Gate 3 (2023) dev. Larian Studios

[dykedvonte]

I never even considered that parallel, that Anya would have an ignorance to (or at least, vain hope against) Jimmy abusing Curly with his meds. Because they're friends, because she hopes he wouldn't be as callous with Curly as he is with her, because Curly even said himself "I know him." Incorporating that into my world view.

I don't think Anya thinks Jimmy is a good man, but I do believe she would think he'd be reasonable enough not to raise tensions in a situation this bad. She genuinely wants to believe that in their worst moment Jimmy won't be a monster.

Everything has gone wrong. Curly is gravely injured and she is doing everything she can to keep him clinging to life, despite believing he caused this. Swansea has relapsed and is constantly arguing with Jimmy. Daisuke is trying to stay positive but in a way it just reminds everyone of how hopeless it all is. And to top it all off Jimmy is defiantly losing it with all he's trying to do and the responsibility he can't handle.

Anya wants to believe that no matter how angry, how bad and awful he could get with her, he'd at the very least show decency to one person who tried to show some semblance of care to everyone. The one person that always stuck by his side. The person who confided in him and maybe told him how he was struggling instead of her. I don't think it's guilt but she regrets not prying more with Curly, making him admit what's wrong because it was her responsibility to help and she gave him the okay. I like to think even if she never realized Curly didn't crash the ship, Jimmy was the real reason or a big part of why he did and is why she tried to keep Curly from him in death.

It's Curly's worse moment and she's hoping Jimmy will be less of a monster for it. She knows she's hoping on what would basically be a miracle but it's the only thing she has left keeping her going.

[phlegm--princess]

my honest tierlist

[tittyinfinity]

No seroquel means no sleep for me I guess. I've been trying for hours

[kenzan-kiwami]

Can I get uhhh Wagi + 1, 2, 25

ABSOLUTELY

(this got quite long so i'm gonna shove it under a read more)

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

it's so hard for me to quantify what i like about him in broad and general terms, but it had to happen someday i guess so thank you for that LOL

at the most basic and superficial level i just find him pleasing to look at and listen to. absolutely helps that my first exposure this year was ishin kiwami and not yakuza kiwami because he slays the haori look and the little extra sideburn scruff he gets looks great on him. i can't remember what my reaction was to him when i played 0 (we'll expand on that later) but i was clinging hard to inoue well before things happened, and every game i played after the fact only solidified kashiwagi as a fave.

but every little extra thing the games say about him just makes him all the more interesting to me. i still haven't done my Y0 replay but i've gone back and watched most of the scenes he's in, and the way he 1) already tends kamuro castle in '88 2) brings up the way yakuza (don't) cope with expulsion to kiryu and nishiki is interesting to think about after Y3 tells us he's been operating the HLA for some time. how long? was it already on the books during the bubble?

also from 0, the conversation between kiryu and nishiki at the apartment where they mention how tense he was while kiryu was at dojima's office. the last time you see him do anything before this point is when he flips his lid at kiryu and knocks him into the shelf. he has this big intimidating front on as current acting patriarch of the kazama family - rightly so, considering the respect he commands even from awano - but everything about his situation, and kiryu's situation, and kazama's situation, on top of the empty lot fiasco, is stressing him to the bone. he cares so much about kiryu not dying to the point he doesn't eat until he comes back alive, which just makes me worry about how little he ate over the game's runtime. he gets relatively little screentime and development compared to certain other characters in this series (especially playable protags), but in spite of it they manage to make him feel like a person. which i guess is one of the strengths of RGG's writing

there's a lot i've left unsaid, but i don't know if i can put much of it into words without somehow being asked the right question to prompt it lmao. i guess to conclude this segment, i see a bit of myself in him as well. he's the type of man i would like to be, if a bit less temperamental

2. Favourite canon thing about this character?

i cannot for the life of me think of a better way to put this, but i guess how gap moe he is? characters like tsuruno are out here calling him scary, and there's that one story from RGGO where they call him oni kashiwa, and y'know just his whole usual demeanour and presentation. and that gnarly scar across his face. but in spite of appearances, he's... kind of a nerd. dare i say he's just a little bit goofy (especially in 7 when he allows his filter to drop a little).

we've got a man who runs an empty karaoke bar as a hobby, and hires younger women to talk to what few patrons he has for him. he taught himself ikebana and how to make chinese herbal remedies. he's got it down bad enough for his own boss that he allows himself to get beaten to a pulp for as long as it takes for the emergency services to show up after kazama gets shot at sera's funeral (RGGO). i'm not even gonna uncork the fuckin "legend malt" bottle, and i've posted about his posture and ill-fitting suits on ps2/ps3 here before.

i think one of my favourite moments from 7 is still the end of nanba's 4th drink link, where he's like HUH after ichiban says they're organising a birthday party. all of the little breaks in his composure in that game make me feel completely normal ways i promise

also, not sure if i count it as such, but inoue's reimen lines from ishin. the way he starts talking about his favourite dish from his favourite restaurant then cuts himself off because he's gushing too much and ryoma isn't interested like, noooo, keep going please i want to hear it... tell me how you got your hands on reimen 100 years early

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

like i say, it's been so long since i played Y0 that i genuinely don't remember if i had any actual thoughts on him or not beyond this relic i just dug up:

so i'll go from ishin kiwami instead i guess LOL

i'm still not sure what my first first impressions were but i was definitely latching on during chapter 5 at the latest. those cutscenes are soooo juicy, but we all knew that. every time i saw him i was like :) yay inoue is here :) until the start of chapter 10 when i was in straight up denial until they dumped his pale crusty-ass body in the middle of the sparring pit. ishin the only fucking thing delivering both his forbidden tatas and a scar backstory and we stan her for that.. the tibbies less so though because honestly it feels too lewd. seeing fanart of him with his shirt open helps me to understand what sawashiro fans felt when the infinite wealth trailer dropped

and it's all been uphill (or down, depending on how you look at it) from there. seeing him sopping wet, bleeding and pleading in the mud awoke something in me for sure. i understand why tsuruno calls him scary but i legitimately cannot see the dragon engine model that way, especially with those stupid tortoiseshell glasses. he looks like a sad dog & my male high school chemistry teachers at once. he's abashedly goofy and barely speaks above a whisper half the time.

i just know that whatever happens between him and kiryu in 8 is going to very painfully exorcise my own soul from my body.