#by all reason my brain. IS GONNA BE FRIED

[istherewifiinhell]

okay i think if i keep it smaller ill be able to say words. the movie is a wash in my brain i should probably watch it. oh like 20 more times just to be safe. expect more to come. ofc. BUT ANYWAY

GOD the gestural animation???? like lets be clear. this movie. hmm. concepts, vis dev, story boards, shot direction, matt paintings, modeling, lighting, rigging, so so many things, ALL BANGERS, and are part of animated movies that arent just 'animation'. go talk to ppl who know more than me abt that. BUT. were focusing.

okay. gestures, body language, general 'acting choices' type, animation. (Distinct mainly lets say from like, the fight choreo, and god okay key/special frames?. ARGH. ITS OWN THING)

THE CHARACTERS MOVE SOOOO GOOD AND FUN. lotsa lotsa people (on the subset of the internet that has been hyping up this movie forrrrr 5? month?) have been enjoying mainly the turtles, cause thats what was in the teasers. many gestures of emotion. the ooze clip a particular good example, mikeys fun arm waves, leos little finger waggle, the way you can see them over pronouning the sybalbles with the lip shapes. LIKE LOL. well yes its been so so repeatable. im doing it rn.

posts showing some of their movements of excitement (hand shaking, head nodding, spinning in a chair) and calling it stimming are delightful btw. (overlap btwn die hard turtle fans, this site's users, and stimmers? hmm? pardon? dont worry abt it)

but just point. like it feels so lively and real. the adage that animaters are actors is definetely as true as ever. and additionally wonder how much they got from the young vas or other sources that would show similar, modern teens with that kinda close interaction.

but yeah i wont try and do absolutes but is certainly, UP THERE. for, the most tactile, character to character interaction heavy and just, joyful and characterful movement in an animated feature. like. its up there.

GOOD MOVIE. MOVIE GOOD.

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

mods are asleep time to post o'ravmeric

also, bonus close up of o'ravi because she's adorable 💕:

[giggly-squiggily]

Me: I finished season 4 of Bungo Stray Dogs! Now I have the rest of my weekend to-

Responsable Side Of Squiggily's Brain: Finally do those errands you keep putting off, get back on a proper sleep schedule, and catch up on the half-dozen animes you're halfway through?

Me: *staring in simp at the various pretty love interests in Piofiore* Huh what?

[marciliedonato]

so my phone turns 1 today and i was checking it now and it totally glitched like 2 things overlapping out of nowhere so I closed the screen and when I tried to reopen it it only lets me either enter the code or scan my finger and unlock it anyway I can and the the screen is either blurred or there's nothing on it and I cant open anything the buttons don't respond and I cant even turn it off what the actual fuck I'm losing my mind fr

edit: i was able to force turn it off somehow bc it wasn't working and we're back random indian guys on youtube save the day once again

[gatorbites-imagines]

could I perhaps request some Bucky x male reader where it’s set after the kinktober oneshot and Bucky does realize that he still has an oral fixation until he like instinctively puts readers fingers in his mouth? Or maybe they’re just cuddling. Whatever you want mr gator!

Bucky Barnes x male reader

Headcanons

I miss Bucky, I miss Marvel, it just hasn’t been my number one since endgame. Where my Bucky lovers at? i miss his long hair too, it was such a look.

You two don’t start dating for a long time. Neither of you talk about that evening where you pretty much stole him from Hydra and he slobbered all over your leg and hand, sucking at your fingers like a delicious treat.

When Bucky started healing, he ended up apologizing to you with an embarrassed flush. You just wave it off, telling him to not even think about it. Everyone deals differently with trauma. Tony used to drink, Clint hid away on his farm, you hunted bigots and bucky sucked fingers. He was probably coping the healthiest out of all of you.

You guys probably first start really dating post endgame, unless you stay in Wakanda with him for one reason or another. I tried to place the reader as somewhere in the middle during the civil wars, so it’s up to you which side you were on.

When it takes place after endgame doesn’t matter much. You two are dating, finally getting some time off to just relax and get to be domestic together.

I can imagine Bucky somewhere inside yearns for something domestic, at least sometimes. Theres something so comforting about getting home, you two cooking dinner together, showering together, and cuddling with a movie.

Bucky is also a beast in the grocery store. That man is sniffing out sales like a bloodhound. You just have to push the cart as he places everything you guys need inside. You have a theory it’s because he grew up under the great depression, but you’ve never said this out loud.

This does also mean that you guys sometimes have some, strange… meals… it always tastes great, but Bucky comes up with combos you haven’t ever thought about. Theres very little food waste in your guy’s house, which is another plus.

Bucky would have believed all this time that the whole episode with him sucking on your fingers when you first rescue him, was just a fluke. His half-fried brain looking for some kind of comfort in it all.

So what if he still finds himself chewing on pens, straws, candy, the works. It’s just him needing something to do, it doesn’t mean anything.

It’s only after you guys have dated for a while, and everything is comfortable and good. Bucky gets the chance to heal and start discovering things about himself, that it starts to shine through.

It would happen when you guys were cuddling. Maybe it’s been such a long day that even a super soldier like Bucky would be tired, to the point where he isn’t thinking too hard about anything he does or says. He trusts you too much to be on edge, so he just kinda goes with the vibe.

Bucky would be laying with his head on your chest, your guy’s hands intertwined. You don’t say anything when Bucky brings your hand up to his mouth, just assuming he was gonna kiss the back of it like he does sometimes.

Well, that’s what you thought, before Bucky started sucking on your fingers. He doesn’t even seem to notice what he’s doing for a while.

And he looks too relaxed for you to say anything about it. Honestly, Bucky relaxes even more, sighing out his nose and melting further against your chest. It’s not like its painful or anything, so you just let him do his thing without saying anything.

Bucky is extremely embarrassed when he realizes what hes been doing. Maybe its when the movie ends so he has to focus again, only to notice the pool of drool on your chest and the soft calm sucking hes been doing of your fingers.

Your lover tries to apologize, stuttering and mumbling about not knowing what’s wrong with him. This is where you gotta step in and reassure him that it’s fine, you don’t mind. You like seeing him comfortable, and honestly? Knowing you are part of that comfort only makes it better.

This doesn’t mean Bucky is gonna start always sucking on your fingers, biting at you or anything. But he still feels more welcome to do so when he needs it, or when he feels really comfortable. Having an oral fixation is far from the closest thing you’ve ever met, so you are just happy to help.

[daydreamgoddess14]

Breakfast

My first Thunderbolts* fic!

I am so in love with this bunch of losers. I was already all in on Bucky anyway, but the others are magic and I love them all 🥰

Anyway, I bashed this little Tower Tale out this afternoon. It's probably the first of miniseries, so be sure to look out for any follow-ups!

Thunderbolts* (platonic for now) x F!Reader, no warnings, just some domestic sweetness. Bucky x F!Reader if you squint. It's brewing.

Word count: 1.5k

Under the cut in case of ~spoilers~ though there aren't any, really.

There was no food.

What the everloving fuck were they eating?

You opened another cupboard.

Three boxes of Wheaties, two of them ripped open like they'd been mauled by a wild animal.

In the fridge, a bottle of vodka with less than half a measure left, a single egg, leftover chilli fries with mould creeping into the edge of the cardboard and an apple with a bite taken out of it.

You propped the fridge open with your hip and started launching the contents into the open trash can.

With a final yeet, the egg was the last item. You heard it crack as it made contact with the vodka bottle.

“Who're you?” a voice asked from across the room.

“Oh!” You jumped, the fridge knocking against your elbow as you moved.

“Where's all the food?” You asked the dark haired man. He stared, wide eyed, and tugged at the sleeves of his hoodie.

“Umm…” he looked around, as if waiting for someone to turn up and answer on his behalf. “There's Wheaties?”

“Yeah. And literally nothing else.”

“It's Alexei's turn to shop.”

“Hmm. And when was the last time you ate?”

“Breakfast.”

“Today?”

“Yeah… well, like, 2am when everyone got back,” he shrugged. “We had Wheaties a la Bob.”

“Do I want to know?”

“With water not milk. Because there was no milk.”

Your lips pinched together and you sighed.

“That's… that's gross. So I take it you're Bob?”

“Yeah, the others are sleeping I think. Late night.”

“And you're all grown adults?”

“I mean, Bucky's like, 110!”

“And not one of you thought to visit a grocery store? Or get DoorDash?”

“We get DoorDash all the time, Alexei is like the king of DoorDash.”

“Ah,” you think you're starting to see the problem. The reason you've been hired.

“John always takes the leftovers. And Bucky.”

You lift the heavy grocery bag onto the counter and Bob's eyes widen.

“Right, Bob,” you start unpacking. “You want some real breakfast?”

He's cautious about talking too much.

He fidgets on the stool while he watches you chop onions, mushrooms, bell peppers, potatoes. Mel had been underselling the facilities. You'd found a pantry with every gadget under the sun, brand new pots and pans still in their packaging. Your brain went into overdrive.

The kitchen begins to fill with the intoxicating scent of various foods cooking, of freshly brewed coffee and pancake syrup.

As you're frying cubes of potato sprinkled with paprika and garlic powder, he's inching forwards, leaning over the counter to see what you're doing.

“Who the fuck are you?” Another voice spoke up.

“Who's asking?”

“John Walker. You gonna answer me now?”

“Take a seat, John, coffee's just brewed.”

He stayed on his feet, looking between you, Bob, and the magic happening on the stove top.

“Oi, fucking move, Walker. Why are you just standing in the way?”

“Who's she?” He asks Ava who shrugs.

“Who cares, I smell food. And coffee!”

“You gotta talk to him about the limo, Lena,” another voice entered the room.

“I tried! He won't listen to me, you need to try. Like, soldier to soldier.”

“That's… that's not gonna happen and you know it. What's that smell?”

“Food. Real food,” the blonde woman peered around Walker at you. “What's this?”

“This?” You asked, assessing the selection so far. “Well, starting this end, croissants, fruit, yogurt, then I've just finished the fried potatoes - those are gonna be so good with the shakshuka that's just finishing in the oven, then there's eggs benedict, bacon, mushrooms, pancakes and syrup…” you looked up at the five bemused faces.

“Smells like heaven,” a voice bellowed, “What is this? Who is cooking?” Alexei came to a halt and looked over Yelena’s head. “An angel. An angel is cooking. You!” He pushed his way between Ava and Bucky making his way toward you, and then took your hand, shaking it vigorously. “I am Alexei, Daddy Avenger. You can call me daddy,” he winked.

“Oh, god’” Yelena heaved. Ava grimaced.

You smiled gently, “I will not be calling you daddy. But it is good to meet you. All of you. Food is pretty much ready, so… help yourselves I guess?”

Bob went first, to everyone's surprise and confusion, the others were far more cautious. John warily sniffed each dish before settling on the pre packaged croissants.

“I'll make fresh tomorrow, I wasn't sure what time I'd have today,” you explained. He ignored you.

Ava went for the pancakes with bacon, “and these are -?”

“Freshly made. There's still some batter if you want more?”

Unlike John, she smiled. Tiny and uncertain, but you figured a smile is a smile. Yelena went for the eggs benedict.

“Have you got any -”

“Salmon or ham?” You opened the now full fridge, her jaw dropped.

“Ham, please,” she stared in awe. As you passed her a packet of sliced deli ham, the timer went off on your phone.

You slid open the oven and pulled out a tray, setting it on the counter before it started burning you through the oven mitt.

“Is beautiful,” Alexei sighed happily at the tray of tomatoes with shiny egg whites and sunshine yolks.

“Shakshuka,” you told him. “Fresh bread tomorrow, but have it with potato hash for today,” you handed him an empty plate.

They milled around, taking seconds and thirds but not taking their eyes off you for long.

“You gonna tell us who you are?” Bucky asked, still nursing the singular cup of coffee someone else had passed him.

“Are you going to eat?” You asked.

“Bucky, she is angelic person with food!”

“It is really good food,” Bob smiled warmly.

“Great hollandaise,” Yelena agreed.

“We don't know anything about her, she could have poisoned us -”

“You started off with something out of a packet, but you soon made sure you tried everything else, Walker, don't be ridiculous.” Ava rolled her eyes. “And those pancakes were amazing.”

“So I'm the only one who thinks this is weird?”

“Ms. de Fontaine hired me.”

“Great, of course,” he threw his hands up and scoffed. “She micromanages our diets now?”

“If, by micromanage, you mean she considered the fridge contents a health code violation and has had enough of 3am DoorDash notifications, then yes.”

“And you're here to, what? Cook three square meals a day?”

“Pretty much,” you shrugged.

“That's kinda neat,” Bob beamed.

“We do all hate cooking,” John muttered begrudgingly.

“Only because you're shit at it, John.”

“Ava, swear to god I'm gonna -”

“What, what are you going to do?”

“Guys, enough. You're happy with this?” Bucky asked the group. One by one they all nodded.

“C'mon, Bucky. Try some -” Yelena took an empty plate and started loading it with shakshuka, bacon, and potato hash. She put the plate down in front of him and took his coffee away.

You hid your smile behind tidying up, the others filtered away with nods of thanks. By the time you'd finished arranging the dishwasher and turned around, he was the only one left.

You put a fresh cup of coffee next to his plate and for a moment, his knife and fork paused.

“Happy I haven't poisoned you?”

“Hhmph,” he grunted.

You continued the clean up, compiling the (very few) leftovers, wiping the surfaces, and making notes for a full kitchen restock.

With a neat clatter, his cutlery fell silent. You took the plate, added it to the dishwasher and switched it on. Finally, you passed him a paper bag.

“What's this?”

“I like to finish breakfast with something sweet. I made these yesterday so they're still good, I'll make some more for tomorrow.”

He opened the bag to find a chocolate croissant you'd kept warm.

“Thought you told Walker they were from the store?”

“The ones I put out were, this one isn't.”

He looked at the bag, and back at you, “thank you. About earlier, I didn't mean -”

“It's fine, really.” You smiled. “I know it's hard, someone intruding when you were all doing so well on your own.”

His laugh surprised you, warm and rich.

“Yeah, we're uhh… still figuring it out.”

“Well. Now you have some help. You'll have to let me know your favourite foods, I'll see if I can do them justice.”

“Something tells me that won't be too much of a stretch,” he said softly.

“Barnes! We're out, let's go,” Yelena called from the elevator.

“See you later, doll. Thanks for breakfast.” He held up the croissant in salute and disappeared, leaving nothing but crumbs in his wake.

[loverangels]

HRSJIDJE IM BACK HII 🫰😋 I HAVE SOME MORE IDEAS since exams r finally done.

What about percy x cluess!reader that doesnt seem to get all the flirty action percy has been showing and thinks he's just friendly like that. Maybe throw in a hc about reader being in an aphrodite kid, and doesnt think that anyone could like them romantically cause they thinks its just due to them being aphrodite's child, and percy tries to show them that regardless of what god parent they have, he still likes us.

Can you tell my brain is fried?

-🌸

sooner

pairings: percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite!reader

a/n: I'm in love with this request you never fail to serve with your requests nonnie!!! I wish you all the best for your exams and I hope this can be a little treat since I know how horrible exam season can be! Make sure to take care of yourself love!! 🩷🌸

The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden hues across Camp Half-Blood as you walked alongside Percy. He was smiling in that easy, boyish way he always did, his hands casually shoved in his pockets as he glanced at you.

“So,” Percy said, bumping your shoulder lightly. “What’s the latest from Aphrodite cabin? You guys always seem to have, like, ten soap operas running at once.”

You laughed. “You’re not wrong. Yesterday, Drew tried to use a love potion on one of the Apollo kids, but she mixed it wrong, and now he won’t stop declaring his undying love for a watermelon.”

Percy chuckled. “Classic. But what about you? Any love drama of your own? Got your eye on anyone special?”

You tilted your head, considering. “Me? No, no one. Why?”

Percy stumbled a little, but quickly covered it up with a shrug. “Oh, no reason. Just curious.”

He glanced at you, waiting for some kind of reaction, hoping for even the tiniest flicker of realization. But you just smiled at him, completely oblivious. Percy sighed internally. How could you not see it? The way he went out of his way to make you laugh, the way he made excuses to spend time with you, the way he felt like his heart might actually explode every time you smiled at him.

But to you, Percy was just a friend. And no matter how many hints he dropped, you didn’t seem to noticem

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Later that evening, Percy found himself standing outside the Aphrodite cabin. Again. He stared at the door for a moment, debating whether to turn around, but then he sighed and knocked.

When the door swung open, your older brother leaned against the frame, looking completely unimpressed.

“Seriously?” he said, crossing his arms. “You’ve been here so much, we’re starting to think you’re an honorary sibling.”

Percy flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh… I just… I need advice. Again.”

The brother groaned and stepped aside, yelling over his shoulder, “Hey, lovebirds! Seaweed Brain’s back!”

Your siblings erupted in laughter as Percy shuffled in, his face red as a tomato.

“You’re still trying to get through to her, huh?” one of your sisters teased, lounging on her bed. “This is, what, the fourth time this week?”

“Sixth,” your brother corrected, smirking. “At this rate, we’re gonna have to start charging you.”

Percy sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what else to do! I flirt with her constantly, but she just smiles and changes the subject. I even asked her today if she liked anyone, and she said no!”

The group collectively groaned, and your brother flopped dramatically onto a couch.

“She is so oblivious,” one of your sisters muttered. “I love her, but gods, it’s painful to watch.”

“Have you tried being direct?” your brother asked, giving Percy a pointed look.

Percy frowned. “I’ve been trying! I’ve dropped hints, I’ve asked leading questions, I’ve been—”

“No, no, no,” your brother interrupted, waving his hand. “You don’t ‘hint’ at things with her. That’s like trying to teach a rock to swim. You have to be blunt. Like, hit-her-over-the-head-with-it blunt.”

“Tell her,” one of your sisters added. “Straight up. No room for her to misinterpret it.”

“She’s gonna think I’m crazy…” Percy mumbled.

“She already thinks you’re crazy,” your brother deadpanned. “Just own it. March up to her, look her in the eye, and say, ‘Hey, I like you. I’ve been flirting with you for weeks, and you haven’t noticed, so now I’m telling you.’”

The room went silent for a beat, everyone nodding in agreement. Percy groaned. “This is a terrible idea.”

“It’s your only shot, Jackson,” your brother said, patting him on the back. “Go get her.”

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The next day, Percy found you by the canoe lake, skipping stones across the water. He took a deep breath, his heart racing, and walked over.

“Hey,” he said, smiling nervously. “Got room for one more?”

You glanced up, your face lighting up when you saw him. “Of course. You’re always welcome, Percy.”

His heart skipped a beat. You had no idea what you did to him when you said things like that.

For a while, the two of you sat in companionable silence, watching the ripples spread across the lake. Then Percy cleared his throat, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“So,” he began, his voice a little shaky. “There’s, uh… there’s something I need to tell you.”

You turned to him, your brow furrowing in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Percy said quickly. “It’s just… I’ve been trying to tell you something for a while now, but I don’t think I’ve done a very good job of it.”

You tilted your head, confused. “What do you mean?”

Percy took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage he had. “I like you. Like, like-like you. And before you say anything, no, it’s not just as a friend. I think you’re amazing, and funny, and brave, and honestly, you’re all I think about.”

You blinked at him, completely stunned. “Wait… what?”

“I like you,” Percy repeated, his face turning red. “As in, I’ve been flirting with you for weeks because I have a massive crush on you.”

You stared at him, your brain struggling to process his words. “But… I thought you were just being nice!”

Percy groaned, running a hand down his face. “How could you possibly think that? I literally asked your siblings for advice because I didn’t know how to tell you!”

“You talked to my siblings?” you asked, wide-eyed.

“Yes!” Percy exclaimed. “Half the Aphrodite cabin is sick of me because I’ve been driving them crazy trying to figure out how to get you to notice me.”

You blinked again, the pieces finally clicking into place. “Oh…”

Percy laughed weakly. “Yeah. Oh.”

There was a long silence as you stared at each other, Percy’s heart pounding in his chest. Finally, you smiled.

“Well,” you said softly, “you could’ve just told me sooner.”

Percy groaned. “You’re impossible.”

But then you leaned in, pressing a quick, soft kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, Percy’s face was bright red, but he was grinning like an idiot.

“Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “Totally worth it.”

[dixons-sunshine]

No-Nonsense | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

A/N: I am so sorry this sucks. I’m moving in a few days, Saturday to be exact, and I’ve been packing non-stop today. When I finally sat down, my brain was fried and I couldn’t really think of words lol. This was the best I could do. I hope it’s still somewhat okay!

The sound of a disbelieving scoff being let out had Daryl tensing up. His cerulean-coloured eyes trailed over to where you leaned back against the wall, his hard, steel-like gaze resting on your face. “Ya got somethin’ ya wanna say, Sunshine?”

“Yeah, I do.” Your own angered stare rested solely upon the crossbow-wielding archer, T-Dog, Rick and the kid, Miguel or something, not even being on your mind at that moment. “I want a gun.”

Daryl rolled his eyes at your statement. He didn’t even know why Rick had bothered asking you along. If shit hit the fan, you wouldn’t be able to protect yourself, and the archer didn’t feel like dying for some woman he didn’t even care for. Sure, you were a resident at Atlanta General before the world ended and had come along to check if Merle had potentially suffered from heatstroke, but other than that, you were useless. At least, to Daryl’s knowledge.

“Yeah, well ya ain’t gettin’ one. I ain’t ‘bout to have my head blown off ‘cause’a yer shit aim,” Daryl told you defiantly. Truth be told, he did not even know whether or not you could use a gun, but if your hesitance towards even looking at Dale’s shotgun back at the camp was anything to go by, it was best not to trust you with a weapon that could potentially lead to his demise.

Cleverly sensing that the situation would escalate without an intervention, the self-appointed leader stepped forward and between your’s and Daryl’s line of sight. “No need to get at each other’s throats.” Rick sighed, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. The last thing he wanted was for blood to be spilled over something as meaningless as an argument. The main concern was getting Glenn back. Rick turned towards you, an understanding glint in his eyes. “Shane told me you didn’t know how to handle a gun. I’m guessin’ he’s got it wrong.”

“Shane doesn’t know shit,” you spat bitterly, pushing yourself off the wall. “I know how to use a gun. I just don’t like it.”

“Yeah, well s’the way’a life now, Sweetheart. Better get to likin’ it real quick,” Daryl interjected before Rick could respond. He picked up his crossbow and slung it across his shoulder. “‘Sides, how do we know ya ain’t jus’ lyin’ to us?”

“You don’t,” you began, your jaw clenching as you tried to suppress your anger. “I could be lying to you, or I could be telling the truth. Either way, I’m not walking into that place with nothing but my good looks. So we can continue to argue about this all day, or you can stop being an asshole, shut up, trust me, and give me a goddamn gun, or else you can tend to your brother’s wounds on your own if we find him. Your choice.”

If there was one thing Daryl had to give you points for, it was your no-nonsense attitude. Most of the women at the camp seemed to fear him, but you didn’t. Time and time again, you stood up to both Shane and Merle. You refused to be belittled, and he respected you for that. You could stand your ground, regardless of the person you faced.

Swallowing his pride, because he sensed that he could potentially have been in the wrong, Daryl reached forward and grabbed a handgun from the table. He offered it to you, and when you wrapped your hand around the handle, his hand lingered on the weapon for a few moments. “Jus’ so ya know, I ain’t gon’ carry ya when ya shoot yerself in the foot.”

Against your better judgement, you sent him a small smile. “And I’m not gonna carry you when that guy shoots you in the ass for shooting him in his.”

Daryl let out a small huff of laughter. Under normal circumstances, the archer would have still been pissed. However, for some reason, seeing your smile made his anger fade away and be replaced with another feeling, one that unnerved him beyond belief. However, he pushed that odd, fluttery feeling to the depths of his mind. There were far more pressing matters at hand.

Before he could speak up, Rick’s voice flooded the air, making you and Daryl practically jump apart. “Now that that’s settled, let’s get goin’.” For added emphasis, he cocked his gun, motioning towards the kid. “Let’s get Glenn back.”

You spared one last look at the brooding archer. He gave you a small nod, a stark contrast to his previously angered, frustrated state. “After you,” he mumbled, motioning towards the door.

You sent him a playful smirk as you walked past him. “Why, thank you. That was almost gentlemanly of you.”

“Keep up the smart ass remarks and m’shootin’ an arrow into yer behind.”

[bizbat]

He Realizes He Loves You - JJK x Reader

~ Reader is implied to be under 6ft but appearance is otherwise not mentioned.

~ Reader is implied to be fem and is explicitly fem + afab in Toji's part.

~ Including: Toji Fushiguro, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto, Choso Kamo, and Sukuna Ryomen (in order).

~ Feel free to request a character not included!

~ Smut included for multiple characters.

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~ Cw: Creampie (Toji), Slight Anal (also Toji), Pet Names (also also Toji) :( Mild Groping (Choso), Slight Yandere/obsessive behavior (Geto)

He realizes he loves you.

Toji - Explicit Smut, Wc: 315

The way you're squeezing him like you don't want him to pull out, calling his name like a hymn, God he might just cum right then and there. He's losing his mind as his hips slam against your ass, his thumb in your other hole, gripping the fat of your cheek while using it as leverage to pull you pack onto him.

Fuck, have you always sounded so sweet? And have you always been this pretty? He can't remember. All he knows is that he's not sure he's ever felt this good. He knows he's not thinking straight when his hips stutter, his cock throbbing inside you, and instead of slowing down, he speeds up. If he was a bit more cognizant, he'd consider pulling out, but who is he kidding?

You're too sweet to him, he knew it from the day you met. If he was a less selfish man, he'd have walked out of your life the second he felt his pants tighten at the sound of your voice. But, he's thankful he's not less selfish. "Gonna let me cum inside ya, baby?"

But, at the end of the night, he can cum in any broad willing to spread her legs for him. The second he blows his load, he'll be heading out the door. He's done it a million times. Veni, vidi, veni. Sometimes he'll turn a one night stand to a two night stand, but he never does more than twice.

Wait, how many times has he been over to your place again? Nevermind, he's cumming now. He doesn't still his hips as the thick, creamy white substance spills out of your cute little cunt. But his brain is fried, so when your juices coat his thighs, and your fingers squeeze his forearms, all while pressing your glossy lips to his . . . How's he supposed to help himself?

"F-Fuck, love you baby."

~

Megumi - No Smut, Wc: 265

He's never been the type to "jolt" out of bed. He usually slowly comes to consciousness, his body acting as a natural clock. Tsumiki would always say he was the early bird of the two. It was always just his routine.

But today, for some reason, the second he wakes up he snaps up and out of bed, his back straight as an arrow. It takes a second for his brain to register why. It's you. Here you are, peacefully laying in his bed beside him, his sheets covering everything but your face. You must have fallen asleep here after you and the other first years had movie night.

His eye twitches as he considers what to do. He doesn't wanna wake you, you look like a little angel, granted, you have a bit of drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth, but an angel nonetheless! He doesn't wanna tell Gojo, lord knows he'd never let him live it down. He doesn't want the higher-ups to find out and get you in trouble.

His brain moves damn near a mile a minute as he thinks of possible solutions. If you were awake you'd probably tease him about the smoke coming out of his ears. His eyes anxiously dart across his room, as if something in there could possibly fix his problem-

Until you roll over, your arm limply draped across his lap. It's not really a problem, is it? Gojo can handle it, he thinks to himself as he slips back under the covers, letting you hold onto him as you sleep in.

~

Gojo - No Smut, Wc: 334

Satoru doesn't do it for praise. While the sound of his sweet girlfriend's voice thanking and complimenting him is practically music to his ears, it's not his sole motivation. He's not sure what it is.

Maybe it's the sparkle in your eyes when he gives you your favorite type of pastry, he went out of his way to visit your favorite bakery, even though it was out of his way. Or maybe it's how tightly you hold him when he brings you a new bottle of your favorite perfume, even though the manufacturer stopped selling it. Maybe it's the way you squeal his name with joy and surprise when he appears at your doorstep, a cute little kitten in his arms, a bright blue bow tied around its neck.

He's not sure. It could be all of them for all he knows. Don't get him wrong, it's more than enough to get him out of bed every day. But it might actually be the fact that you almost . . . disregard his gifts afterwards. Maybe that's not the right word, but you're so casual about everything (except the kitten ofc). The necklace he got you last month, the one with his and your initials inside of a gold heart? You wear it everyday. Never say a word about it.

The watch he dropped at least a band on, the one that has five sets of hands and tells the time in Japan and your home country? You keep that in its case next to your bed. In the entire time you've dated, he doesn't think you've ever asked him for anything material. Maybe to do the dishes or take out the trash

Maybe that's it, actually. The fact that you'd rather spend time with him. That you see him as the biggest gift of all, it plays into his ego, sure. But there's something different about the way you cherish him, versus how the world does. Regardless, the thought makes him smile, makes his heart swell.

~

Nanami - Mild Smut, Wc: 336

Nanami has a lot of regrets in life.

He regrets every missed opportunity, every untaken chance, every day he's taken for granted, when others have to struggle so much to get half as far. Sometimes, he worries the thing that will finally do him in is grief. He has nightmares about choking on all of his remorse, and his biggest fear is that the second he gets something good, he'll be too distracted to hold onto it. But he has no regrets about you. He can feel it, even when he was still a student. Nanami knows how special you are. He sees it in the way your soft hands hold his face every morning and every night. In the way your lips curl and your hips wiggle in a little dance when you eat your favorite food. In the way your voice always rasps a small "good morning, my love," even before your eyes have opened.

God, you're special to him. And he knows better than to let you get away without knowing that. So when he has you in his arms, naked as the day you were born, your eyes tired and your skin sticky, he lets you know. He leans down, his nose pressed into the crook of your neck, his lips just barely ghosting against your skin. He thrusts his hips gently, your soft smile and tiny moans encouraging him. He doesn't need to realize he loves you, he already knows that, but until now, right this very second, he didn't realize he was in love with you. And it hits him like a truck. He hadn't realized that your laugh is his favorite sound in the world, that he could eat your cooking until the day he dies, that you could scream at him for hours and hours, and he'd still think you had the voice of an angel.

But God, you're special. He mumbles into your collarbone, something he's always ment, but never fully grasped. "Ngh~ God, I love you."

~

Geto - Implied Smut, Wc: 352

You're so blessed. You have his head resting in your lap, his hair loose as your fingers card through it, his robes barely hanging onto his muscled form. He's so beautiful, you can't believe you're only getting to see him up close now. His dark eyes stare penetratingly into your soul, his soft smile making your heart feel like it's on fire.

He has invited you into his personal quarters, the familiar scent of sage, and oils wafting through the air. It wasn't uncommon for him to invite someone to his room, just to keep him warm or entertained, not that it was frequent, but it wasn't like it never happened. To say that this wasn't what you had expected upon first entering, would be an understatement.

You had introduced yourself to him, bowing at his feet as you began stating your name and how long you'd been a member, only for him to interrupt you, listing information you didn't even know he knew about you, information you didn't even know about you. You sat there on your hands and knees, mouth agape in surprise, until he placed a hand under your chin, gently closing your mouth and guiding you to your feet. You didn't think to question it, of course your lord and master knew everything about you.

He pulled you deeper into the room, going into detail about how you had caught his eye the moment you had begun worshiping him and his ideals. He explained his plan for you to lead alongside him, become his bride and second in command, only if you wanted to, of course. It was a big responsibility, hundreds of people suddenly bending to your every whim. Not to mention his two wonderful daughters.

But why would you ever say no? How could you possibly deny the prospect of being his wife- Geto-Sama's wife!? So here you are, your own robes just as loose as his as you carefully stroke his long, inky locks. You're so beautiful, he's truly blessed to have such an obedient, loving little lamb in his flock, finally, all to himself.

~

Choso - No Smut, Wc: 282

He's happy he has you here. Sat in his lap, the glow TV illuminating your pretty face, his hands up your shirt. The only thing that could make this better would be if his brothers were here, though, perhaps it's better if they aren't. He does appreciate the intimacy of it just being you and him.

He can't help himself from looking up at you, paying attention to the way you mindlessly chew on your lip. It makes his own lips part with desire. "Can-can you kiss me again?" He lightly squeezes your chest, his fingers tightening around the black lace bra under your shirt.

His curious, pleading eyes are too hard to ignore. He moans into your mouth, one hand groping your breast, the other gently holding your tummy. He rests his head on your shoulder when you finally pull away, a nervous smile on his face, he's still learning how to do it right, he hopes you don't mind. Actually, he knows you don't.

If anything, you love it. He can tell by the way you hold his cheeks when he does it, the way you giggle and kiss him more and more just to see it widen. He wants to do that for you. He wants to hold your cheeks and giggle when you smile and kiss you to see you do it more.

His heart erratically beats in his chest as he impulsively reaches out, turning your face and holding you still while he presses messy kisses to your lips. He doesn't stop the barrage of pecks when you ask him what he's doing. He just smiles. And that makes you smile. And that makes him smile more.

~

Sukuna - Implied Smut, Wc: 266

If you were to ask him about it, he'd laugh in your face. Sukana cares for no one, he does not love, he does not enjoy anyone's presence, he does not feel warmth in his chest when you kiss his cheek. Absolutely not. Never. You'd be foolish to think otherwise.

You may be his favorite concubine, who he always lets lay with him in bed after he's had his fill. Who he lets run her fingers through his hair during bathtime. Who he makes sure is seated on his lap at all times. But that does not mean he likes you. It just means he finds you tolerable. Yes, that's it.

He finds you tolerable, at most, and that's generous, even, so there you go, there's your answer. Only, you didn't even ask to begin with. You said "Good morning, my lord," and here he is, going on a rant in his head about how much he doesn't love you. Shit. He's in deep. Far too deep for anyone of his standing, and it's too late for him to pull himself out of this eternal abyss.

Curse you, wench, for having such control over him, unwittingly at that. Who do you think you are? With your adorable face, and your soft hair, and your nice smell-Wench! Mark his words, he may be steadfast in making you his bride, and disposing of any other concubines that expresses too much jealousy, and keeping his palace decorated in a way that you would find flattering, but he is not in love with you by any stretch of the imagination.

[secretneverland]

solving problems | kim seungmin

pairing: tutor!seungmin x fem reader

genre: smut - 18+ only, MDNI

word count: 1704

warnings: degradation, teasing, dumbification(?), unprotected sex

disclaimer: reader and seungmin are both adults in college!

smut below line!

you had been trying to solve the same problem for fifteen minutes now, failing to do it correctly with each attempt and it was frustrating you to no end. exasperated, you sighed and tossed your pencil down.

"i need a break or my head is gonna fuckin' explode," you said, rubbing your hands over your face.

when you put your hands down, seungmin nodded slightly. "fine. we can take a short break. maybe you can use the time to figure out how to use your brain."

"sorry that we aren't all genius rich boys like you." you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him.

he quirked a brow at your attitude. "i don't do well in class because i'm rich or magically some genius. it's because i actually pay attention and i study like i'm supposed to – unlike you."

getting up from the table in your apartment, you went to the kitchen to get something to drink and hopefully calm yourself down. you were sure that seungmin was just frustrated from having to show you the same formulas and processes over and over again because for some reason it didn't want to stick in your memory.

that doesn't give him an excuse to be an asshole, though, you thought.

seungmin was an extremely hot asshole, though. and as aggravating as he could be, you couldn't help but be attracted to him. that was another reason you struggled to focus. how could you concentrate on some formula when you had a greek god sitting beside you?

you leaned back against the counter, sipping out of the water bottle you had grabbed from your refrigerator. seungmin came in and took it from your hand and took a big drink before handing it back. "thanks. i was getting thirsty," he said, licking his lips.

you couldn't help but glance down at the way his tongue ran over his lips, collecting a stray drop of water from them. you hadn't really ever paid much attention to his lips, but now that you were, you thought they actually looked pretty soft and you wondered how they would feel against yours—

"y/n..? y/n!" seungmin said loudly, breaking you from your trance. if only he knew what you had been thinking about.

"hm? oh, sorry. this has fried my brain today," you said, fixing your hair to try and hide the bright red color of the tips of your ears from being caught daydreaming.

he rolled his eyes at your excuse. "your brain is always fried," he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck a little. "i don't know how i'm gonna get you to retain this information."

you could try to fuck it into me, you thought to yourself with a smirk.

well, at least, you intended to think it to yourself, but you quickly realized you had announced it to your tutor as well when you saw the corner of his mouth quirk up mischievously.

"so that's what you need. more persuasion... a reward, hm?" he inquired, slowly stalking towards you, making you feel like his prey.

maybe in that moment, you were his prey, and maybe you didn't quite mind that.

you took steps backward until you couldn't any longer, backing into the desk you two had been working off of. as you turned toward him, your nose bumped his.

"what do you say, princess? want some motivation?" he asked, hand trailing up the side of your thigh. once you nodded, he lifted you up onto the edge of the desk, using an arm to sweep your study materials off of its surface and to the floor. "we can worry about those later."

nodding, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a fierce kiss, his bulge pressing against you as he stood between your legs.

his tongue shoved its way past your lips, tasting every inch of your mouth and playing with yours. he sucked on your tongue, pulling a moan out of you.

just one kiss and he already had you weak in the knees for him.

as he started to kiss down along your jaw and neck, his fingers found your clit through your panties and he began circling it gently. "you're so wet for me already, princess. how long have you been thinking about this?"

you bit your bottom lip at his touch, enjoying it but also wishing he would do more. "the- the whole time," you squeaked out as he nipped at your throat. "so many times i imagined this. you between my legs.. fucking me on all of my furniture.."

seungmin groaned, fingers pressing into your nub with a little more pressure. "such a nasty girl.. wanting her tutor to fuck her stupider than she already is," he taunted. "you're not gonna retain anything today other than the way my cock feels inside of you."

your thighs closed around his hand as you were searching for more friction and relief. he was taking too long to get inside of you, and you were going to explode if he didn't hurry up.

"poor thing. so desperate," he chuckled, pulling his hand away from your core. you whimpered and went to grab his wrist when he pulled you to your feet, turning you around before bending you over your own desk.

one of his hands stayed on the back of your head, his other one quickly unzipping his pants and pulling himself free from his boxers. he then flipped your skirt up over your ass, ogling at the way your wet panties clung to your pussy, showing him just how needy you were for his cock. you arched your back, trying to make sure he had the best view and plenty of room to do what he needed. "seungmin.. please," you begged, cheek smushed against the wooden top of your desk. "i need you inside of me."

"patience, sweetheart," he murmured, moving your panties aside so he could push a finger inside of you. seeing how easily he slipped a second in soon after, he decided that he wouldn't waste anymore time. seungmin stroked his cock a few times before he slid himself along your pussy, getting his cock wet with your slick.

when you finally felt the head of his cock press into you, your mouth fell open. you didn't realize just how desperate you were to feel him until that moment. "keep going, p- please.. can take it all, i promise."

that was all it took for seungmin to thrust himself into you fully, the trimmed hairs at the base of his cock lightly brushing your skin as he was pressed flush against you.

he wasted no time, setting an almost brutal pace right from the start. one hand held your hips, the other fisted your hair, both focused on keeping you in place. you were so wet and warm, he almost hated himself for not indulging in you sooner. your arms were stretched out at your sides, holding onto the edge of the desk so that you wouldn't slide around as he fucked you. you weren't even able to fathom words as he pistoned his hips, hitting the same spot over and over again.

seungmin was bigger than you had even imagined, deliciously sized to stretch you out and kiss your cervix with each move he made. so snug inside you, yet moving with ease from how soaking wet your pussy was.

"oh princess, this pussy was made for me, wasn't it?" he leaned over your body, hot breath fanning over your ear and the side of your face. "you're squeezing me so tight. this cunt just can't get enough of me."

blindly reaching a hand back, you managed to snag his tie in your fist, pulling him into the best kiss you could muster with your positions.

he licked into your mouth, the hand on your hip sliding to the front of you so that he could thumb at your clit, wanting nothing more than to feel you cum around his cock.

"you're never gonna learn this formula, yknow. not when all you'll be thinking of from now on is the way my cock feels," he grunted, hips slowing but thrusts getting rougher – deeper, even. "every tutoring sessions is gonna end with you bent over for me from here on out. that what you want?"

you nodded, saliva beginning to pool beneath your cheek on the desk, finding it difficult to keep your mouth closed. countless whimpers and moans were flowing from your lips, the occasional murmur of his name slipped through, too.

"aw, got you so dumb on my cock you can't even speak," he teased meanly, "to think you can get even dumber than you already are is amazing."

the sound of your skin smacking together only got louder as he was getting close, roughly pounding into you. your pussy clenched around him and his fingers circled your clit faster, knowing you were teetering on the edge. "cmon, princess, cum for me," he breathed, trying his hardest to delay his own release, wanting you to cum first.

before you knew it, your thighs were shaking, and the band snapped in your tummy, sending you over the edge with a scream. "seungmin!"

knowing you would be growing sensitive soon, he desperately chased his own release. as it approached, he quickly asked, "w- where?" to which your response was a weak, "inside." thankfully that was your response, as he was cumming directly after the word left your lips.

his hips stilled as he filled you with his hot cum, large hand lightly caressing your side as you shivered beneath him.

seungmin waited a few minutes before slowly pulling out, his cum sliding down your leg and dripping onto the hardwood floor as your cunt throbbed.

you shakily propped yourself up, trying to catch your breath when you felt warm hands place themselves on your ass cheeks. you turned slightly, looking at him as he was knelt on the floor behind you.

"let me help you clean up, sweetheart," he purred, licking his lips hungrily.

you were certain that the only thing you would learn from then on was how many positions he could fuck you in.

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[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

14: A WILSON WELCOME

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Summary: You and Bucky arrive in Louisiana for a weekend of pretend coupledom, but tensions run high as nerves, old friendships, and unexpected emotions come into play. A seemingly innocent bouquet of flowers stirs something in you, and an unexpected conversation with Sarah Wilson leaves you questioning just how much you really know about the man you’re pretending to be with.

Warnings: Mutual pining & emotional turmoil, fake dating, one bed situation, brief angst, but also fluff, Bucky being bad at feelings (but trying!), found family vibes

Word Count: 2819

The drive from the airport to Delacroix had been quiet at first, the atmosphere in the car was one of anxiety and anticipation. The view outside the car was incredible and, it being your first time in Louisiana, you made sure to take everything in. You glanced over at Bucky, his grip on the steering wheel just a little tight as he navigated the unfamiliar roads. He had been rather surly during the flight.

“You okay?” you asked softly, breaking the silence.

He glanced at you briefly. “Yeah. You?”

You nodded, avoiding mentioning how your stomach was doing back flips and your nerve endings were fried from the number of signals that were being sent to your brain telling you to go home. Seeing Sam and Torres again after the fiasco at Bucky’s birthday, meeting Sam’s sister, pretending to be Bucky’s girlfriend for a whole long weekend— it was a lot for you.

“You think Alpine will be alright on her own?” you mused, looking for something to fill the awkward silence and to stop you thinking about the show you and Bucky would shortly have to put on for everyone.

Bucky’s shoulders relaxed a little, having something else to focus on. “She’ll be fine. She’s got her own life; I think I just live in it. Plus, I left her enough food for three cats. She’ll probably actually enjoy having the place all to herself.”

An image of Alpine sprawled across the couch entered your mind, living life like the queen she was born to be. “She’s probably celebrating our absence and our ridiculous antics. Bringing her friends over and showing off her life of luxury!” you smiled.

He smirked. “Probably plotting my downfall. That cat’s smarter than she looks.”

You both laughed, easing the tension you’d both been feeling. The car slowed as Bucky pressed the brakes and pulled into a gas station. “I’m gonna fill up,” he said, pulling into a spot near the pumps.

It was the perfect opportunity for you to get out and stretch your legs as he moved around to refuel. You walked to the edge of the station where there was a florist with a little stand. The warm breeze carried the scent of the flowers over to you and you took a minute to enjoy the sunshine and open air. You ventured a little further afield, taking in your new surroundings and admiring the way the horizon stretched out in front of you.

When you turned back towards the car, you spotted Bucky handing over cash to the florist, in exchange for a beautiful bouquet of flowers, vibrant yellows and pastel pinks wrapped in delicate paper. You froze, watching as he glanced around, as if worried someone might catch him, before tucking the bouquet quickly into the trunk.

A surge of excitement filled your chest. Flowers? Were they for you? A smile crept across your face. When you got back to the car, you tried to act nonchalant, failing miserably to hide your grin. Was this Bucky’s way of trying to apologize for his grumpiness? A kind gesture for joining him for the weekend?

Whatever his reasons might be, you felt a warmth spreading through you and for the first time since you’d left home, you thought that there might be hope for the weekend, after all. Instead of sulking and losing yourself to your own anxieties, you spent the rest of the drive trying to draw Bucky out of his own head by asking him everything from his favorite snacks to the music he used to listen to. His responses were curt at first, but eventually, he softened, rolling his eyes at your music choices and reminiscing about old songs from a jukebox he once loved, his tone lighter than you had heard it for a while.

The two of you laughed together as though you were old friends.  The tension began to creep back in as the scenery shifted, signalling your arrival in Delacroix. Sam’s text came through confirming the address of the hotel he had booked for the two of you and you directed Bucky through the smaller road.

“Looks like we’re in the right place,” you said as Bucky pulled into an official looking parking lot.

“How’d you know?”

“The Falcon on the porch is a dead giveaway,” you answered in a deadpan voice.

Bucky sighed, catching sight of Sam reclined on the porch swing as it swayed gently in the breeze. There was a baseball cap over his eyes and a blade of grass in his mouth. As you stepped out of the car, the humid Louisiana air wafted around you while the symphony of cicadas surrounded you. Sam jumped down the stairs to meet you.

“‘Bout time y’all made it,” he called, striding over to clap Bucky on the shoulder. “Thought you got lost.”

“GPS works just fine,” Bucky grumbled playfully.

Sam turned to you next, welcoming you with a hug. “You holding up okay with this guy?” he asked, nodding his head at a surly looking Bucky

You laughed. “He won’t admit it, but he is pretty excited to be here. So am I.”

“Good,” he said, grabbing your bags before you could protest. “Let me show you where you’re staying.”

You and Bucky followed Sam into the quaint hotel, weaving through the lobby and up a narrow flight of stairs. People called out to Sam in greeting but he waved them off, treating you like the guest of honor. The hotel was old but had a Louisiana charm, with faded floral wallpaper lining its walls and the faint smell of lavender lingered in the hallway.

“Ta-da!” Sam announced with theatrical flair as he threw open the door to your room. He set your bag down inside and stepped back to grin at the two of you like he had just unveiled a gallery masterpiece 

You stepped inside and took a look around the room. It had character— slightly faded floral curtains, a small vintage couch and a vanity which displayed a basket of dried flowers which would have been charming, if not for the room’s centerpiece— the bed.

Your gaze settled on it with a look of horror. In the middle of the room was an impossibly narrow double bed. It barely looked large enough for Bucky to sleep comfortably on his own, let alone squeeze you in. You glanced at Bucky, whose expression mirrored your thoughts exactly— disbelief and dread.

“Make yourselves at home,” Sam said cheerfully, clapping Bucky on the shoulder and adding with a wink when he was out of your eye line. “I’ll catch up with you two later, alright? Gotta get back to Sarah before she sends out a search party.”

“Thanks, Sam,” Bucky grumbled.

Sam was already halfway down the hall, leaving you and Bucky standing awkwardly in the room. The large room with the impossibly small bed.

“Well,” you said after a prolonged awkward silence, “this should be interesting.”

Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“You’re not sleeping on the couch,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “You aren’t built for the couch!”

“Yeah, well, that’s—” Bucky gestured at the bed, “not built for this, either.” He gave you a look that was equal parts sarcasm and despair.

The tension you’d been feeling was eased by Bucky���s fatalism and despite yourself, a small laugh escaped your lips. “Chill, Barnes. I’m sure we’ll figure this out.”

He gave you a side glance and a skeptically raised eyebrow. “Not so sure I trust your definition of ‘figure it out.’”

“Oh, come on. I’m not that bad, am I?”

Bucky’s face softened and he murmured. “Not bad, not bad at all.”

The awkward bed discussion was put aside while you unpacked and freshened up in your shared hotel room. Sam had insisted that the two of you come to his home so you could meet his family, so once you were ready, the two of you made your way to the Wilson residence.

The heat outside hit you as soon as you stepped outside the building, the earthy smell of the water on the bayou permeated your nostrils. The house was already decorated for the festivities and the lights outside twinkled in the fading sunlight.

Sam flung open the door to greet you. “Look who decided to show up!” he teased.

The Wilson home exuded warmth and hospitality and they welcomed you with open arms. Almost immediately, Sam’s nephews bolted toward Bucky, grabbing at his arm and begging him to play with them.

“Be right there boys,” he said with a soft smile that made your heart melt.

You could hear laughter and a clatter of dishes from the kitchen where Sarah and another man, presumably her fiancé, were busy preparing dinner..

“Sarah! Dante!” Sam called out. “Get in here; the Yankees finally made it!”

Sarah appeared first, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. Her face lit up when she saw you and Bucky. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the city folk,” she teased, striding over to Bucky and pulling him into a warm hug. He hugged her back without hesitation, his face relaxing into something softer than you were used to seeing.

Dante followed close behind, a warm smile on his face. “You must be Bucky and…” he trailed off, looking at you.

You held out your hand, meeting his with a firm shake and an introduction. “It’s nice to meet you both. Congratulations on the upcoming wedding, it’s so nice of you to have me.”

You were busy greeting everyone when you noticed Bucky shift beside you. Then, to your surprise, he pulled out the bouquet of flowers from behind his back. The same arrangement of pinks and yellows that you’d seen him tucking into the trunk earlier today.

“These are for you,” he said, handing them to Sarah with a sheepish grin. “From… us. You know, congratulations on the big day.”

His words barely registered as you stared at the flowers. Your flowers. Only they weren’t for you. Your mind felt fuzzy with disappointment. The chaos of the bed fiasco at the hotel had all but driven the floral arrangement from your mind. How could you have thought he had bought them for you?

Sarah’s delighted smile and thanks snapped you back to the present moment. “Oh, these are beautiful! Thank you so much, both of you,” she said, squeezing your hand for a second.

Dante chuckled, taking Sarah’s free hand. “You didn’t have to do that, but we appreciate it.”

Your mouth formed a practiced smile, one you hope would hide the sting in your chest. You nodded along politely, letting their thanks wash over you, but inside, the ache refused to fade.

Meanwhile, Bucky had moved on, falling into an easy conversation with Sam and Dante. Cass and AJ bounced on the sidelines, eagerly waiting for Bucky’s attention. As you glanced at him, he seemed oblivious to your plight. Why did it even matter so much?

There was a moment where you were lost in your thoughts, brought back to the present when Sarah hooked her arm through yours. She led you into the kitchen with a warm but curious smile. “Come on, let the boys catch up. I think you and I need to have a little chat.”

You followed her into the epicentre of the Wilson home, a cozy kitchen which was now filled with the aroma of spices and home cooking. The counter was covered with bowls of chopped vegetables, discarded measuring cups and a pitcher of iced tea.

“Make yourself useful,” Sarah teased, throwing you a towel to dry a stack of dishes while she picked up a knife and started slicing lemons for the tea.

“Wow, this is quite the set up you’ve got here,” you said, picking up a dish from the drying rack and getting to work. “Impressive!”

“Well, someone has to do the hard work to keep things running smoothly,” she smirked, glancing over at you. She stopped slicing the lemons to give you a once-over. “So… you and Bucky, huh?”

The air suddenly grew noticeably thicker. Here we go, you thought. You kept your focus on the plate you were drying, wiping it repeatedly even though the china was now bone dry.

“Yeah.” You gave Sarah a tight smile, hoping she wouldn’t press the subject of your relationship.

She raised an eyebrow, humming softly as though she wasn’t done. She wasn’t. “You know, I’m impressed, I honestly never saw this coming. Bucky’s not exactly the… sharing type.”

“Sharing?” you asked, blinking in confusion.

“You know, about his life. Letting someone in. It’s not exactly his strong suit.” Sarah tilted her head and narrowed her eyes, studying you carefully. “How much do you actually know about him?”

“I…” you paused, trying to find the right answer. “I know he’s been through a lot.”

Sarah laughed softly, as though she saw through your vagueness. “Bucky’s been through more than ‘a lot’. He’s lost people, his home, his past. And some days, I think he’s still trying to figure out where he fits in our world.”

The weight of Sarah’s words settled over you like a dense fog and for a moment you felt like you couldn’t breathe. How dare she suggest that she knew Bucky better than you did— oh, right. He wasn’t really your boyfriend.

Desperately you tried to hide the mix of emotions swirling around inside you: guilt— because Sarah’s questions reminded you how little you truly knew about the man you were pretending to be in a relationship with, and defensive— because her comments made you feel exposed, as if the cracks in your charade were already on show to those around you.

“He doesn’t really like to talk about it,” you admitted, the quietness in your voice sounding like a confession of your guilt. As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt ashamed of yourself. 

Why hadn’t you asked him for more? Should you have pushed him to open up? What right did you even have to pry into his life?

You dropped your gaze to the plate in your hand, using the dish towel to trace the pattern around its rim. “I mean, he’s mentioned a few things…” The words tumbled out without you thinking. “But I don’t know if he—”

You stopped as the words practically constricted in your throat. I don’t know if he trusts me enough to tell me. The thought made your stomach drop— not because you blamed him for this, but because it was the painful truth. There had been moments of vulnerability he had shared with you— letting you bond with Alpine, the soft melancholy that had washed over him when he talked about Steve, the rare moments where he let his guard down and you had felt closer to him than anyone else you’d known. Those were the fleeting glimpses into the real Bucky that you treasured.

But you knew there was more… more to Bucky than he had shared. Had you even scratched the surface? Under his sarcastic brooding exterior, how many layers of guilt, grief and resilience were hidden away?

And why you? Why had he chosen you to play this role, when he could have found someone who he wanted to be himself with, someone who would meet Sarah’s expectations, someone who cared for him in the way he deserved? 

But maybe that was the problem. The vulnerability of a real relationship. Maybe this game of pretend you both shared was safer than the risk that came with baring your soul and the hurt that almost inevitably came with it. But what if maybe— just maybe— Bucky had agreed to this because he didn’t expect anyone to show up for him. 

The thought made your heart ache.

“That sounds like our Bucky. He’s not big on opening up. But he’s a good man. Just…” She hesitated, as if she was choosing her next words very carefully. “If you’re going to be in his life… please, be patient with him. He needs someone who understands the weight he carries.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you said, softly.

Sarah’s scrutinizing gaze softened, as if sensing your doubt, and she smiled at you with the same warmth that Sam showed you. “I’m just saying this because I care about him. He’s like family. And if he’s bringing you here, that means something.”

You nodded, still reeling from the whirlwind of emotions she had stirred up inside you. The tension was broken by Cass who ran into the kitchen demanding snacks. Sarah tossed a few carrot sticks to the disappointed looking boy and went back to her cooking. “Well I think that’s enough of an interrogation for one day. We have a whole weekend full of chaos and festivities to get to know each other!”

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Mentor Starscream x seeker!reader (14/?)

First meeting with Sunstorm doesn't go well.

I got the glowing Sunstorm blokee and he's so cool!!! I got to admit tho, I don't know much about the character and I've always had the impression he was overall a chill guy. After reading the wiki and some IDW panels about him... wow was I wrong! Lol. Originally, this story was gonna be mostly funny, but after reading about Sunstorm kind of being a fanatic, I couldn't really swing it that way and got stuck for a long time... TvT Finished, not perfect :,)

I also couldn't decide whether to go with G1 or TFOne references for Starscream's frame. TFO Starscream has been on the brain recently cos I'm just seeing how many qualities I pull from him specifically (older soldier, experienced, leadership, less jumpy...) and I eventually went with his dark grey servos for the symbolismmmm lol

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Starscream had warned you about him.

"He'll appear every few vorns," Starscream groused. "Trying to recruit me to his infernal cause in the name of Primus. Just ignore him."

"Okay," You say, cautiously. "And who is this again...?"

Starscream opened his intake. Then closed it. Opened it again, before an incredibly pinched expression overtook his faceplate.

"Nevermind," You say quickly. Even if it looked like there was a reason he didn't want to reveal the bot's designation to you, you shrug it off at the time, supposing it wasn't all that important.

One random day in the middle of training, you find out just how important it is.

Starscream's in the middle of ranting about the state of your most recent landing when some strange, external energy suddenly prickles in an uncomfortable flare over your plating. You shudder involuntarily, caught off guard.

Starscream stops mid-rant about thruster control to stare suspiciously at you. "...What is it?"

"Did you feel that?"

He frowns at first, but suddenly stills.

"Frag," Starscream mutters. "He's here."

"Who...?"

Did he mean Megatron? Or some other unnamed enemy? Should you be running away?

Before you can voice any of your growing panic aloud, a blinding flare streaks through the sky above you.

Shooting stars during the daytime? You frown. Seems unlikely. The ball of light seemed to be getting closer and closer to you. A meteor? Either way, all of the options were bad - you glance at Starscream, prepared to jet off the second he commanded it - but strangely, he just looks... irritated.

Arms folded and pede tapping agitatedly, Starscream watches with a scowl as the ball of light makes its descent.

You suppose it mustn't be dangerous if Starscream isn't shooting out of there like a bat out of hell with you under his arm. Raising an arm to shield your optics from the glaring light, you squint at the silhouette that's slowly but purposefully approaching you both.

White light gives way to a golden glow as the bot approaches - a pair of wings. A seeker? You narrow your optics. Not just any seeker. If not for the shimmer of his golden frame, you could have sworn that his silhouette was identical to Starscream's.

A smooth, deep voice emerges from the swirling clouds of dust. "Brother. I have found you once more."

You cock your helm, no longer suspicious but just wholly confused. Who was this, and why did he even sound like Starscream? Well... You imagine it would, if Starscream's voice lost its scratchy rasp. You frown again at the sudden question that pops into your processor. Was that rasp normal?

The irritation radiating off Starscream's EM field pulls you back to the present. "I told you to stay away," Starscream hisses. "Or has the radiation fried your audials, too?"

Radiation?

Suddenly, it clicks.

"Sunstorm?" You breathe.

Sure enough, the golden bot himself strides into view. He glances around with an air of superiority before his optics settle on you.

"He's so shiny," You whisper.

Starscream makes a choked sound of outrage, irritation momentarily forgotten. "I wax my plates on the regular-! More than any other bot! Does that mean nothing to you?"

Unfortunately, you're too absorbed in studying the bot before you, and his protests fall on deaf audials. Glimmering golden shades of orange and snowy white, an EM field that radiates confidence in pulsing waves.

Sunstorm smirks. It's eerily similar to Starscream's.

"A pet? You've certainly been bored in my absence, brother."

His optics narrow, taking in your frame with an air of disdain. "You, young one. How do you know my designation?"

"Y-you're on the posters. All over the Academy," You stutter. "Lots of my squadmates looked up to you."

Sunstorm cycles his optics, faceplate blank as he takes in the information. A smug smile tugs at the corner his intake as he glances at Starscream - it only widens when he sees Starscream glowering back at him.

"The Academy, eh? Looks like the elders understood my divine mission." The way Sunstorm regarded Starscream was not dissimilar to the way Starscream regarded organics. "Unlike you. Unless you have finally seen the light, and will accept the word of Primus?"

Starscream grits his denta. He'd told the council it was a bad idea. Sunstorm hadn't even been aware of his idol status in the Academy, nor the use of his visage in the motivational posters. Starscream had told them, warned them that Sunstorm was a false idol, how dangerous it could be to present him as a superstar to hordes of impressionable young cadets. But had they listened? Of course not.

Before he can tell Sunstorm to frag off, you beat him to the punch.

"Is it true you can control electromagnetic fields?"

Sunstorm falters. "I... why, yes. But I don't see how that matters -"

"And you have super healing powers?"

"...Yes. But why-"

"That's so cool," You interrupt. Starstruck. "No wonder my roommate looked up to you."

"Yes, well." He sounded like Starscream, too, when he was lost for words. Suddenly, a thoughtful look crosses his faceplate. "And you? Am I your idol, little one?"

Starscream doesn't give you a chance to respond. Oddly enough, you get the feeling that he doesn't want to hear your response.

"Him?" Starscream spits. "An idol?"

Okay, so Sunstorm is weirder than you thought he'd be, but...

"He's got super healing powers!"

"Nothing Knockout couldn't fix-"

"He can control electromagnetic fields!"

"He's radioactive!" Starscream snaps, outraged.

"That's cool!"

"I see greatness in you." Sunstorm smoothly cuts in, as Starscream splutters indignantly. His optics are gleaming, suddenly a lot more interested in the conversation. He appraises you. "You could be the next messenger of Primus."

"That sounds important. What does it mean...?"

So Sunstorm's powers are cool and all - you can have a healthy appreciation for a mech's abilities while thinking he's weird. Starscream, however, seems to have mistaken your interest in his powers for starstruck admiration.

Wings hitched up high, his servos ball into fists as he watches you ooh and ahh over Sunstorm's cocky demonstration of his frame's capabilities. Starscream could do that. They were literally the same. Why hadn't you asked him for a demonstration? It should be him you were admiring of, not this... corrupted version of himself. His optics narrow when you laugh at something Sunstorm says. Starscream snarls softly under his breath.

You do talk to other mechs on the Nemesis - but not like this.

And you always come back to him after.

Because you're on his side.

But as much as he was loathe to admit it, the entire purpose of the clone - Starscream refused to acknowledge any sort of kinship between them - was to replace him. They'd wanted Starscream's abilities, but not... him. Starscream knew he was not an easy bot to get along with. You were the only one who, somehow, seemed to not only tolerate but also enjoy his prickly company.

...Unless you didn't. And when part of Sunstorm's reputation was "Starscream, but better", you... could you really be blamed for...? Starscream tried to reach for anger, but found a hollow emptiness instead. Bots, especially those at war, changed allegiances all the time, and abandonment was a familiar feeling. But surely... surely not you?

Unaware of Starscream's dilemma, you continue to chat to Sunstorm. He seems really intense, but he's been reasonably civil so far. After all, small talk couldn't hurt, right? You wish your roommate could be here to watch him show his powers off - they would have loved hearing about your meeting.

That, and making an enemy of Sunstorm seems like a bad idea. However, he seems to grow increasingly animated as he continues to speak, optics uncannily wide and unseeing. Honestly, you wanted out, but the purgatory of small talk would have to be your defense weapon of choice for now.

"You should join me in my crusade," Sunstorm continues magnanimously. "I can see that you are a loyal follower, and I, after all, am the chosen one - I can bring you to heights that only most can dream of seeing."

"Heights aren't really my thing," You say politely.

Sunstorm snorts. "We're seekers, little one. Heights are our thing."

"Oh," You mutter. "I thought that was metaphorical."

Sunstorm splutters, caught off guard. "It - I was, but - nevermind."

He glares daggers over your helm, where Starscream is standing behind you and making no effort to hide his sniggers.

Sunstorm's optics narrow. "Did you know that your current commander," his voice drips with contempt, "-was replaced by me at the helm of an incredibly important mission? Not for lack of opportunity. He just failed to grasp every single one. Need I remind you, brother, of your years in exile? Need I remind you of Kaon?"

You don't quite dare turn around, but the sudden flare of an EM field burning with white-hot anger sears your back. "That was a set-up and you know it," Starscream hissed. "I gave nothing by my loyalty, and in return they branded me a filthy traitor!"

"Yet all was forgiven, was it not? Struck from your record, even. How generous." Sunstorm's glowing optics meet yours again. "As you can see, I am more worthy of your allegiance than the commander you so blindly swear your loyalty to."

You glance anxiously at Starscream. His faceplate is tight with rage, wings quivering - but when his optics dart to yours, there's something more there. A flash of fear.

"I will not let you corrupt my student with your lies-"

Sunstorm ignores him. His hushed voice drips like poisonous honey into your audials. "Open your optics, little seeker. I know you do not see him as we do. Tell me, do you know of the things he's done in the name of your cause?"

"You are a hypocrite!" Starscream seethes. "You dare to question me after all the energon shed by your servos?"

"Would you like me to start listing the atrocities you've committed?" Sunstorm doesn't even spare him a glance. "Alphabetically, perhaps, to help your darling cadet understand the full extent of what you've done. I'll let you choose whether by the Terran alphabet or the Cybertronian one."

"You would be nothing without me!" Starscream roars. "Know your place, so-called 'brother' of mine. You are nothing but a clone!"

Your processor spins. You take a step back, watching them hurl insults at one another, air around you crackling with the furious charge of their EM fields. Clone? Betrayal? Atrocities?

This was beyond you, a shared history that you clearly had no part in. It was true that you'd never actually seen or heard from Sunstorm himself back in the Academy, so the hero stories concocted by your fellow cadets had been pure fantasy. Given that posters of Starscream and Sunstorm had been pasted right next to each other, it was almost expected that your classmates would have concocted stories about them being seekers-in-arms, two heroic fliers taking down villains together. Sure, without evidence, you weren't surprised that this turned out to be false - but you'd never expected animosity.

Your frown. Back then, you'd respected Sunstorm even though you'd never really been his fan, but something about the way he was trying to provoke Starscream rubbed you the wrong way. At the same time, you didn't really want confirmation of the fact that Starscream was committing war crimes on the regular.

...You reset your vocaliser. Primus be damned. In the end, the need to know won out.

"Is it true?" You interrupt. Your voice is small as you turn to Starscream. "What he's saying."

"Yes," Sunstorm hisses, in the absence of a response. "Every word of it. The energon of countless innocents stain his servos - "

BOOM!

You jump at the same time Sunstorm springs away - split by a crackling flare of pure energy. Both of you look over to see Starscream's null ray smoking, optics narrowed to slits and denta bared in a snarl.

"You see?" Sunstorm whispers, triumphant.

"That's enough," Starscream rasps. His voice is hard, cold. "Leave."

Sunstorm seems unfazed. His searing optics hone in on you as he extends a servo.

"Come with me," Sunstorm offers. "Take your place by my side. In return for your loyalty, I will take you away from this ugly war - you will work towards a higher purpose. You will not have to pray every day for your survival."

You stare at his servo, its size uncannily familiar. You were sure that if you took it, it would be warm as well, just like Starscream's. But Starscream's servos weren't white, and Sunstorm didn't have that tiny dent on the joint of his third digit.

You glance at Starscream. His null rays are lowered, expression hard as he watches you stoically. Yet, there's a defeated slump to his shoulders that you really don't like. You're honestly shocked that he's letting you choose.

In any case, did he really think this was going to be a choice?

"Thank you," You say to Sunstorm, and his optics flare momentarily in victory, "-but no thank you."

There's a moment in which incredulity overtakes his faceplate, like he'd never in his life imagined that rejection would be a possibility. Abruptly, his expression turns steely. Frightening.

"You will regret your choice," Sunstorm states. He rises into the air, looking down at you coldly. He turns his gaze onto Starscream. "This isn't over, brother."

Starscream does not dignify this with a reply. He steadily meets Sunstorm's icy gaze, arms crossed and wings flared, until Sunstorm makes a sound of disgust and turns away. Both of you watch as he transforms, soaring away with a scream of his thrusters until he's nothing but a pinprick of light in the stratosphere.

You speak first.

"You didn't actually think I was going to choose him over you?"

Starscream stiffens. "Of course not," He blusters.

He absolutely did.

"He was kinda weird," You remark, casually.

That seems to knock him out of his funk - Starscream glances at you. "Shockwave made him."

You snort. "That explains it."

Starscream huffs and shakes his helm.

"I told you, he's radioactive."

Even though his plates aren't drawn as tight as before, shoulders relaxed, and his EM field has lowered to a light simmer - it's obvious that the matter still lingers on his processor.

"You really weren't going to...?"

"He could offer to make me Primus and I'd still stay here," You say bluntly. "He's not you."

Now that Sunstorm's gone, though, you're just starting to process all the random bombshells he'd dropped on you. What was the truth? And how long could you keep running from it? Just as you begin to spiral, a dark grey servo hesitantly enters your field of vision, pulling you from your thoughts.

"...Will you come with me, then?"

For the first time, you realise that it's not an order. You'd always willingly followed them, so it was never like you were going against your will - but this was not an order from a commander, but a... a... you pause. A bot who would care deeply about the answer you gave is what you settle on for now.

For a moment, Sunstorm's words flash unbidden across your processor. Atrocities. The energon of innocents. You stare at Starscream's servo, viciously willing away the ghostly mental image of glowing blue energon dripping from his digits.

Your optics meet his. His faceplate is still, impassive - but you see the minuscule tightening of his optics, the tension in his wings.

Looking back down, you find the dent in the joint of his third digit.

His servo is clean of energon.

You take it, and it's warm.

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[granddaughterogg]

men of Modern Warfare VS Initiating Sex

This is but a seed of an imagine, because I haven't slept in 20 hours and my brain is fried. Should I go back to particular men and Divulge on it later?

So. How do they ask you to Do The Do?

Captain Price: With a tilt of his head, a smile softening those hard blue eyes and his low voice at its purriest. That's his special tone that he only uses with you, his girlfriend - or (for some reason) with his mortal enemies. "Come 'ere, girl."

Gaz: Like a regular guy would. "Do you wanna...you know?" Cue some adorable eyebrow wiggling.

Soap McTavish: With a bone crushing hug which quickly turns into him fondling you. Then comes a deep sigh into the crook of your neck. "Awh, lass, my cock is homesick."

Ghost: He's not a romantic. You'll either get a simple "Get over 'ere" or an even less affectionate "Drop them knickers, sweetheart."

König: This lad is a wee bit unstable. He has two modes when it comes to this, actually. It's either pouncing you like a jaguar, panting and growling German obscenities under his breath - or it happens mid-kiss, those downturned grey eyes big, shy and pleading.

"Do you want to make love?"

You're not sure which approach melts you faster.

Philip Graves: He's a cheeky bastard in all areas of his life and this one isn't an exception. You'll probably get a bouquet of roses, a grin and a wink. "So here's how it's gonna be, princess. You go put those flowers in a jar and then you come back here pronto, 'cause I need to put you on my cock."

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Some Surprises

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

NOV 2024 Week 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

Fourever You (Thai Thurs YT) ep 5 of 16 - I love this show, but I absolutely hate the main couple's communication style. Or complete lack of communication style. I really hope the other couples are not gonna be this bad and it’s just because this one is leaning into the worst of BL archetypes. But I’m not confident. Poor Ter dating Hill put a big old target on his back. Earth being a dramatic stressed gay queen was peak comedy tho. Apparently the good kisses are only on WeTV (I am annoyed) so props to the giffers who keep me supplied. You're doing the BL gods work.

I suddenly realized, after the bullying sequence, that one of the reasons I’m liking this so much is it reminds me of early Japanese yaoi. There’s something about the dynamics of the characters and the way they're reacting to situations that’s not very Thai BL feeling. And if I think of this is more JBL, I forgive it. Or maybe that’s just why I’m liking it so much despite its flaws? Difficult to understand my own feels about this show.

Jack & Joker (Thai Mon IQIYI) ep 8 of 12 - I don’t like this new evil-bonkers rich kid character and whatever is going on with Jack and Rose and that whole story. It’s boring. And then my brain short circuited. No further thoughts... just War in a wife beater. 

Love Sick 2024 (Thai Sun iQIYI) ep 7 of 15 - Phun's bitch face really is epically wonderful. I kinda enjoy everybody ribbing the two of them because they have no idea what’s actually going on. I'm chronicling my experience with 2024 as compared to 2014 here.

Kidnap (Fri YT) ep 9 of 12 - Omg cutest boyfriends EVER. I don’t even mind how cheesy their bf era is. Does this lull jive with the rest of the story? Nope. But ya know that’s GMMTV’s thing these days, flailing during the final act.

Perfect 10 Liners (Thai Sun YouTube?) ep 1 of 24 - Pretty standard Thai BL university fair. I am hoping it’s better than ForceBook’s previous offering. Yet another sniff test. Is this the trope of the year? Meanwhile, they also deployed the crash into me trope in episode one. Who do they think they are? Taiwan?

New is directing this uni BL with a massive cast + massive run time. It's an endurance test ya'll - we will be watching this until APRIL of 2025! Su su na.

Every You Every Me (Thai Mon Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - I really like that they had the bandwidth to give us a little side couple with this installment. Fun crumbs. Meanwhile, the thing with the shirt in front of the mirror was extremely sexy. This installment was very sad though. And, of course, I’m not happy about it. To top it all off, next week is musical themed, so you know I’m disgruntled about it. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

See Your Love (Taiwan Weds Gaga) ep 3 of 13 - Aw spoiled neglected rich boy wants to be cared for and spoiled honestly. I do love them. Also tiny idiot syndrome is spreading. 

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 6 of ? - The side couple (teacher student, hyung romance but he’s using em) interesting. Not sure how I feel about them. The subs are so bad it’s largely incomprehensible but I’m still enjoying it for no defensible reason. 

My Damn Business (Korea Sat YT) eps 5 of 7 - I love that our uke can be such a little shit. I love it when a tsundere has some serious snark and attitude to back his petulance up. Also liquid courage. At least we got to the root of the tsundere. Also neck kisses and cuddles! 

Eccentric Romance (Korea Weds Viki) eps 7-8 of 12 - Oooo, cute kiss. Drunken but adorable. I do like it when they use older Korean actors in KBL, they actually know how to kiss. Has the kiss saved this show? Possibly. I’m shallow. 

Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 7 of 10 eps - Our con man is such a good little homemaker. And it’s sexy yukata time! Love this trope. 

Love in the Air: Koi no Yokan (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Same plot as the Thai original, only from Japan. Very similar so far. I hope Rei is a bit more smart and Arashi is a bit less of a sleaze. I still get too much secondhand embarrassment and my mame alert is blaring.  I'm wary.

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days (China Sun iQIYI) eps 1-2 - Triggers for child abuse, alcoholism. Two artists, one an abused rich kid and the other a tough scrappy poor kid, in the same art prep school. I of course adore the side couple of the much younger kid and the older teacher. Oh, I do like it. But it's CBL, I'm very scared as to where it might go.

Bad to Bed (Taiwan Sat YouTube) ep 1 of 10 - Influencer Wan Xiong suffers from insomnia, it’s a physical and mental battle. As he tried to find a solution, he encounters five boys along the way. I'm putting this on the list because it's airing and I just found out about it but I didn't have time to watch it yet. I hear it's v weird.

It's airing but...

The Hidden Moon (Sat WeTV) 10 eps - Supernatural romance (my ghost boyfriend trope) by Violet Rain (I Feel You Linger). A man is hired to write an article about an old mansion. He sees the ghosts of people who died at the mansion, falls in love with one of them. Was substantially recast. I loved IFYLITA except the ending so I think I'll let this one run it's course you can tell me if it's work tracking down... if they managed to land it. I have my doubts.

Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) 10 eps - I DNF'd at ep 7, I couldn't make it. I am weak. Life is hard enough right now, this show is making it harder. It’s not what I want from my entertainment.

Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (Korea Thurs Gaga) eps 4 of 8 - I put this one on pause. It's too heavy for me right now. I'll wait to know if the ending is hard fought happy (and then watch) or not (and won't finish). Sorry all, rough times this side of the screen.

Random I watched it

Vending Machine Sabi Koi AKA Can I Buy Your Love From A Vending Machine AKA Sono Koi, Jihanki de Kaemasu ka? (Japan 2023) - This show is utterly adorable, impossibly awkward, and kinda old fashioned. About a cute nerdy little office worker (he's out!) who has a big'ol crush on the tall hulking vending machine guy. They fall in love. And that’s it. And it’s charming. There’s some first name eroticism, because Japan, and there's emphasis on communication, which is so not Japan, but turns this into an organically loving and talkative relationship. There’s a bit of an age gap, and our office cutie may or may not have a muscles fetish (the hot bod not the shellfish) because (if I’ve told you once I’ve told you 1 million times) Japan always goes kinky. And you know what, I loved it. 9/10

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

November BL:

11/4 Our Youth AKA Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu (Japan Mon Gaga?) 11 eps - Minase was an exemplary high school student who hates Hirukawa, head bully and top delinquent. But then Minase uncovers Hirukawa’s secret and the two get intimate.

11/15 Caged Again (Thai Fri WeTV) 10 eps - Penguin escapes zoo by turning into a human. Gets trapped again and a panther falls in love with him.

11/17 Your Sky (Thai iQIYI) 12 eps - Due to an unforeseen situation, a naive freshman and the campus’s popular senior agree to pretend to be a couple - but their fake deal begins to generate real feelings.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Honor the crumbs indeed. This pair is so much crumbs it's practically dust. (Love Sick 2014)

God he is so stupidly in love.

(lask week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in its infinite wisdom doesn't like too many at-ings.

[bedoballoons]

All of this was amazing and then I saw the cheese stick as the favourite food and went- YESSSSSSS!!! Love this request, love cheese sticks and SUMERU BOYYSS. I miss them :(

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️

{༻~Cheese stickies~༺}

CW: GN! Reader, Slight Tsundere vibes for the reader, fluffy! One mention of Wanderer calling the reader a idiot! One curse word...and yes Wanderer gets it :)

(Includes: Tighnari, Kaveh, Alhaitham, Wanderer, and Cyno!)

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnari sighed as you shut the door tightly behind you, clearly upset that he'd forgotten your date night. He'd truly just gotten to busy with his forest ranger duties and didn't even realise it was today...buuut that still wasn't a good enough excuse to forget a date you set aside every week to spend time together and he knew that.

"How about I make it up to you? I'll take you out to shoot my bow like you've been wanting to?" He rested against the shut door, his ears twitching as he waited for your response..., "Guess not..." He bit his lip, thinking it over and then it hit him.

He smiled slyly and pushed off the door, his tail swaying behind him as he lit a fire, starting the process of making your all time favourite food. "I think I'll just make some cheese sticks then and spend the rest of the night alone..." He spoke loudly, knowing you'd hear him even with the door closed...there's no shot this didn't work.

"You're forgiven!" He jumped as you somehow appeared next to him, tummy growling and your face warm from the pan as you looked inside it happily. You're date night was now the least of your worries, "You're making lots right?!"

𑁍༄Kaveh:

"I'm truly sorry, I was so caught up in my new designs and what was going on with my work that I didn't even remember our date night...We could start now! I'll get out some snacks and we could watch the clouds?!" He smiled at you hopefully, but in return you just gave him a pouty face and turned away, not entertained by the idea in the slightest.

Had it been watching the stars at night like you were supposed to then you'd happily oblige, but no. This was the next day and you weren't gonna let him off that easily.

"Hmm" He touched his chin in thought, looking around your home for any ideas on how to fix the mess he'd made...untill his eyes landed on a picture of you two at the most recent festival. He was carrying prizes both of you had won and you were eating a large cheese stick with a smile he didn't even realise was possible. That was by far one of your funnest dates and it was the first time he'd heard of your favourite food..

Favourite food...

"Ah I know!" You looked at him curiously as he hurried into the kitchen, scrambling to collect your recipe book and the necessary ingredients. It didn't take long till you figured out what he was up to, the delicious aroma of fried, stretchy, yummy cheese sticks hitting you in waves. Any thoughts of the missed date absolutely escaping your brain as you stood next to him hungrily. "Forgiven!! Can I have a big plate! Please!!"

𑁍༄Alhaitham:

"Our date night was tonight? My bad, I thought it was tomorrow. I'm already reading my newest book collection, how about we go tomorrow instead?"

You stared daggers at him, clearly annoyed by his casual calmness over your forgotten date, over the night that was supposed to be the one you shared... "We can't go tomorrow, the reservation was for tonight...I sat there waiting for a hour! Do you not care? Ugh!" You stomped away from him, leaving him slightly stunned...

He closed his book with a loud snap, watching you slam the door behind you and sit in your shared room all alone. He felt bad to say the least, even with all the time he spent with you he still wasn't entirely sure how to handle situations like this one...he stood up and stepped towards the door, pausing once he saw the kitchen.

Your conversation about the restaurant you'd made the reservation at suddenly coming back to him. The only reason you wanted to go to that one was because they had your favourite food for cheap...and it was something that could be easily made..

He switched gears, walking to one of his shelves of books and searching for his recipe books, "Ah, here we go." He flicked through the pages until he found the one he was looking for, "Cheese sticks...not very creative name wise..." He heard movement in the room and pretended not to notice as you peaked out at him.

"No, that would never work. They won't forgive me just because I make them this.."

"YOU'RE FORGIVEN! I mean...ahem, I'll think about it if you make them.."

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer huffed, trying to ignore the guilty feeling tugging at his non existent heart...it wasn't his fault Nahida had added a extra class for him to take care of and in return he forgot your date night. If anything it was you idiot fault for not reminding him more! No...that wasn't far to you, even he could see that he was in the wrong...and you'd reminded him at least four times before the day even arrived..

"Shit." He muttered under his breath. He looked at you as you sat as far away from him as possible, ignoring his existence the best you could with him in the same room as you. How could he fix this..."What do you want...kisses or cuddles or something?" You shook your head and scootched impossibly closer to the wall you were already up against.

He sighed in annoyance, not knowing what else you'd like or want so he could be forgiven. He felt bad, but that didn't mean he'd get on his knees and beg for forgiveness or buy you something worth millions of mora. You probably wouldn't like anything he bought you anyways...your favourite things were always those stupid-

He interrupted himself mid thought, leaving his spot so he could start preparing your food...he never cooked for anyone else and even though he cooked for you it was rare, but he knew this would make you smile at least. "Hey, do we have those cheese things...I'll fry some up.."

You instantly perked up, your attention snapping to him, "You're making cheese sticks??"

"...will you forgive me if I do...and I promise I won't miss another date night?"

"YES!!"

𑁍༄Cyno:

Cyno looked at you apologetically, he felt horrible knowing he'd missed the date you'd been looking forward to and even worse that it was because of a scheduling error on his part, "I'm sorry, I should have been more careful with my planning. How about I tell you a few jokes and we go for a walk, I've learned some really good ones from a book Alhaitham lent me..."

You shook your head and sat down at the table, doodling non existent things with your finger...your bottom lip stuck out in a pouty way. "It's to warm out to go for a walk...and even though I usually like your jokes, those don't make up for our date night.."

He figured as much, still he didn't want to just leave it on that...so how could he make it up to you? Suddenly he had a idea and if a light bulb could appear above his head it would have, because this idea was genius. "This might be cheesy...but perhaps we could cook some cheese sticks together instead? I know you love them~"

You tried not to smile at his silly pun, but before you knew it you had a big grin and were hurrying to help him make your favourite food. "I guess I can forgive you, after all, we should stick together. Get it?"

"You're even cheesier than me..."

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

[delewlew]

i'll kick your ass, verstappen: max verstappen x black fem! reader

request: HEYYYYYYY could you do a max x fem reader when he gets jealous really bad over one of your male friends please. Love your stories keep going 🤍🤍

warnings: jealousy, slight swearing, google translated dutch

author's note: i hope you like this, i lowkey fried my brain trying to make sure i was confident enough to post this...still trying to convince myself. also the title isn't as cute cuz my gradient thingie wasn't working so it'll be plain...sorry bout that. as always, reblogs and comments are always appreciated as well <3

you were in second grade when you met your best friend, nikolaas, after he moved to your school. you were assigned to be his class buddy to help him get comfortable at the new school. the two of you attended the same school all the up to university so you weren't ever really apart from one another. the two of you learned to swim and ride bikes together as little kids. he was there when you went on your first date with the cute guy in your calculus class at the ice rink near your home, and he was there to take you to the hospital when you broke your ankle right after. you were there to help him learn to slow dance before he went to his first formal dance with a girl that wasn't you. he was there to teach you how to walk in that pair of So Kate's you bought without realizing maybe there was a reason nobody but zendaya dared to wear those godforsaken heels. you were there to coach him through confessing his feelings to his first boyfriend. the two of you had experienced so much of your lives beside one another that your relationship wasn't shaken when it was time to move away from home. years passed and he was a professional model travelling the world while you were working as an architect, living in monaco.

since living in monaco you'd been promoted, moved to a nicer apartment, completed a huge project with your team, and met your boyfriend. you met max at an event you'd been invited to courtesy of your own personal connections. from the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you there was something different about you from other women he's met in the past. that night, you both exchanged numbers and he'd convinced you to go on a date with him shortly after.

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for the first time since you'd moved to monaco, your best friend had finally been able to take time to come visit you. he'd flown in two days ago and was staying at your apartment for a bit longer before flying out to korea for some event he was invited to. you sat on your bed and he sat across from you painting a fresh coat of nail polish over his nails since the ocean water chipped it off earlier today. his hand shook slightly as he painted his fingers and your voice cut through the silence, "nikko i swear to god if you get black nail polish on my bed i'll kill you." he looked up through his long, thick, black eyelashes and muttered, "je bent letterlijk de meest dramatische persoon die ik ooit heb ontmoet." you rolled your eyes and huffed, "whatever you love me and you know it." he cracked a smile through the focused glare he held while looking at his fingers, "yeah yeah...speaking of love, how's your man?" [you're literally the most dramatic person i've ever met]

you smiled at the thought of max and answered, "he's really good. the season has treated him well for the most part and he's happy with how things are. we're going back home for his next race so i'm excited i'll be able to see both of our families, and i'm gonna try to stop by your place to see your mom if she's there." he shook his head while keeping his eyes on his nails, "m'ma is in suriname until september because she's visiting granm'ma and granp'pa." your frowned and asked, "were you supposed to go home with her?" nikko nodded and shrugged, "it's alright though, i think i'll be able to make it down there for christmas so it's fine. plus you can see her in september when she comes back." a smile tugged on his lips and he continued, "that is if you want to come see me walk at new york, paris, milan, or london fashion week this year." you nearly tackled him into a hug and screeched, "NO FUCKING WAY- NIKKO?! YOU BOOKED ALL FOUR?!" he laughed and wrapped his arm around you in a hug, "yup i'm booked and busy this year!"

you immediately promised, "i'm going to be at every single show." your best friend nodded, "already reserved your tickets for everything." there was a beat of silence before he asked, "wait isn't max still racing in september- i don't want to make you miss those especially because you missed miami for the met gala with me." this was true, you'd flown to new york city to be nikko's plus one for the met gala but max told you he didn't mind and was happy you were going. without a second thought, only thinking of how exciting this was for your best friend, you waved off his worry, "it'll be fine. besides max likes you."

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"i don't fucking like this guy." max huffed as he scrolled though his instagram because you posted something. he looked at his screen and clenched his jaw seeing the post you'd made with your best friend.

therealyn

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therealyn baby's first time in monaco <3

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nikko i wish i could stay longer :(

⤷ therealyn don't forget me when ur famous

sza cuties

⤷ therealyn omg i love you

username1 why is he so close?

⤷ username2 they've been friends since they were 7 and nikko moved to the netherlands from suriname. y/n was his first friend and they've grown up together. don't try to start something out of nothing.

⤷ username3 GET EM SIS

⤷ username4 ngl i kinda see what username1 means...if you look back at some other posts they've made with each other they're way closer than i'd consider to be best friends. i mean i personally wouldn't be that close with my guy bsf knowing i have a man.

⤷ username4 that man is a walking pride flag be so fr rn

⤷ username1 im just saying he's a little close to her. plus she's already missed a race so she can go see him, and i guarantee you she'll do the same again when fashion week comes around.

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reading the comments didn't ease max's mind whatsoever but he did catch a few that did make him realize that maybe you were just being a supportive best friend. he'd had friends go to things to support him in the past and he's done the same for them so why does he feel so...weird when you do the same? he'd managed brush off the feelings he had until he checked your story and clicked on the post you'd shared:

nikko

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nikko but none of them will ever love you the way i do it's me and you

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therealyn and as the years go by our friendship will never die

kendalljenner beauties

username6 ...why is he holding her like that.

⤷ username7 i think they're together? i always saw their posts together and assumed

⤷ username8 NO THEY'RE NOT TOGETHER THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS PLS DON'T START RUMORS SHE IS DATING MAX VERSTAPPEN

username9 this look a little....

username10 yall are so weird. literally every interaction nikko has with a girl looks like this, look it up and you'll see he's holding everyone's hand, wrapping their arms around them. it's just how he is pipe down.

username11 THE CAPTION? NIKOLAAS UR BOLD FOR THAT ONE

username12 ngl i kinda wanna see them as a couple

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max fought to control his facial expressions when you called him excited to tell him about going to support nikko at the big 4 fashion weeks. he watched as your eyes sparkled, "he's already reserved the seat in my name at all of his shows too! this is so great he's always wanted to walk in these shows and now he's got the chance. i want september to already be here." max frowned at the mention of the month, "schat- i'm still racing in september though?" you explained, "well yeah it's just singapore and azerbaijan that i'll have to miss but i'll be at the rest." max bit the inside of his cheek, "didn't you already see him walk in new york back in may? you missed miami for it remember?" you smiled, "babe that was the met gala, that was different. this is actual fashion shows not a red carpet."

when max was still silent you asked, "why don't you seem happy doe nikko?" he took a small exhale to not raise his voice or seem too annoyed, "it's good for the guy i mean this is a big deal as a model. i just...sometimes i think he's just a little too close?" you frowned and you asked, "what do you mean? you've never had a problem with him before?" max sighed and admitted, "i'm just saying there's no reason why other people should be questioning our relationship status when you're with other people. why is he holding you like i hold you?" you couldn't even find the right words for a moment, "i- i- he....max you've seen the way he acts around everyone. he's a touchy guy and he always has been. why are you now bothered that he holds me? it's nothing new."

max let out another annoyed huff and snapped, "just tell him to watch himself." you couldn't even say anything before he hung up the phone on you and left you stunned to a silence. just then your phone pinged and it was another instagram notification:

nikko just posted a story!

there wasn't even a point in trying to ask nikolaas to delete the story because he was on a flight to korea right now which means he just posted it before the plane took off. so all you had to do was hope maybe max wouldn't see it because although you had no issue with the photo, you knew right now your boyfriend would.

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the instagram story made it's way to his eyes in less than 5 minutes after it was posted. so, max didn't hesitate to open his own photo gallery and select a few pictures before posting them himself, he pasted a caption from the ones you'd saved in his notes and posted it before turning off his phone.

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 mijn

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therealyn answer your phone

username13 HE'S MAD HE SEEN THE POSTS

username14 max....

charles_leclerc mate, you posted on your main

⤷ maxverstappen1 i know.

⤷ charlesleclerc oh!

oscarpiastri i feel like i wasn't supposed to see some of these

⤷alex_albon i don't think any of us were...

⤷ therealyn you werent.

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hot tears stung the corners of your eyes as you stared at your phone knowing full well why max posted the photos he did. you knew that he got jealous every now and again but he'd never done anything like this, especially when it came to nikolaas because he knew how close he was to you. max wasn't answering your phone calls or text messages so you had no way to actually call him.

meanwhile max was in his apartment on his sim when he heard a knock at his door. when he opened it he saw lando standing on his doorstep before he pushed his way into his apartment. max asked, "why are you in my apartment?" lando shook his head and countered, "why are you posting shit like this online?" a smug grin tugged at max's lips and he answered, "you know why."

lando sat on max's couch and responded, "i don't know why. what i do know is your girlfriend called me crying asking me why you weren't answering her calls." max huffed, "she's busy playing with that guy." lando ran a hand through his curls, "you're jealous of her best fucking friend? are you being serious right now?" max rolled his eyes and lando continued, "the guy wears nail polish and face glitter and you think something is going on between them?" when there was silence lando continued, "mate he literally flirted with charles and asked for his number when he came to zandvoort last year. then told alex that she had good taste because he wanted to quote 'drink him up and sop up the rest with a biscuit. and you think there's any way that something is happening with y/n? you can be jealous but if your girlfriend says there's no reason to worry then you should trust her. you need to fix this before something actually happens that can't be fixed." lando slapped max on the shoulder before walking out the door and heading back to his apartment.

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it was nearly 3 am when max unlocked the front door to your apartment and slipped in quietly, kicking off his shoes and leaving them by your front door. he pulled back the door and grabbed one of his t shirts and took off his pants before climbing in your bed. he pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arm around your torso. when you moved his arm off of you he knew you were awake so he mumbled, "schat..." you answered plainly, "wat wil je, max?" your boyfriend pressed a kiss to your shoulder and responded, "i'm sorry. i was wrong and i was immature and posting those pictures knowing you had them in our private folder was wrong." there was a momentary silence before you asked, "waarom heb je het dan gedaan?" he let out a deep sigh as he admitted, "i was jealous and only thinking about myself in the moment instead of thinking about how my actions would affect you as well. i never want to hurt you or be the reason for your pain, but i was so i'm sorry." [what do you want, max? // then, why did you do it?]

you felt his hand run over your arm gently as you asked, "wat ga je doen om het te repareren?" max answered, "well i deleted the post first and came here to apologize second. also i'd love to see you go to london, paris, new york, and milan to support nikko in september. i'll be waiting at home for you the minute you get back." you turned to face him and opened your eyes, finding his gaze in the darkness. bringing your hand to his cheek you asked, "i never want you to think that anyone stands a chance at competing with you for my heart, maxie. you are my person and i only love you this way, i only want to be with you. there's only you in my heart and i need you to trust me when i say that, okay?" max leaned into your touch and nodded, before you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, "i love you." he pulled you to his chest and tangled his legs with yours as he replied, "ik houd ook van jou." you nuzzled closer to him and brought a hand to his chest, tracing small patterns over his heart. both of you began to drift off to sleep, your voice cut through the silence, "but do that shit again and i'm kicking your ass, verstappen." max let out a small chuckle and admitted, "i don't doubt that, but you don't have to worry about it happening again." [what are you going to do to fix it?//i love you too.]

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the end.