#good points all around ty for sharing them uwu

[roykleinberg]

a couple unpopular tron opinions!! lmao

Tron '82 > Legacy, but idk if that's an unpopular thought loll

What that makes Legacy's story go from good to great is all of it's various companion pieces— The Flynn Lives ARG, The Next Day, Betrayal, Evolution, Uprising, etc etc. The best thing about the Tron franchise is how it uses so many different mediums (and technology that viewers interact with in different ways!).

The Flynn Lives ARG, to me, is still the most ingenious thing that has happened to this franchise. Is it a little sad that the deeper aspects of Alan and Sam (and sort of Lora and Roy)'s characters get sidelined to something that average movie-goer isn't going to seek out? Yes, extremely. But the ARG is such a treat for fans that I'm genuinely surprised that Tronblr of the 2020s doesn't pay any attention to it. There's so much character and world building, and so many little, little easter eggs— I think the ARG deserves so much more attention!!!!

Evolution does more for the main program characters of Legacy (Clu2, Quorra) character development than Uprising does 😭The existence of Abraxas makes Clu more sinister because we see him purposefully going behind Flynn's back, and as dark as it was, Quorra's personal losses almost felt more heavy in Evo than Uprising since Anon and Quorra work together through the game. But I'm also very biased because I liked Evo's story so much lmao

—— from @quorras :)

tron confessional with moss

alright let's break this down lol

1. 82 v Legacy

admittedly I have gone back and forth on this one a lot over the years. because I generally (obviously) love 82 to bits and it is my favorite part of the whole franchise. but at times I have questioned if Legacy is narratively the Better Movie(tm). and at the end of the day I think it's somewhat hard to compare because they're telling pretty different stories, once you get past the surface level sucked into cyberspace plot. 82 has a warmer fuzzier view of the potential of technology in the right hands compared to Legacy, which in my interpretation leans more into the idea that family -- human love and connection -- supersedes the more "alien" program way of life. 82 wants you to like the programs and see them as people just like us, whereas Legacy has more of a Basics kinda suck and only the more human ISOs are worth anything approach lol. and I think there's validity in both those takes, and I think the times and environments in which they were created has a huge impact on how they view and approach technology. but. yeah. 82 wins for me on its more optimistic hopeful vibe alone.

2. The Tron EU (extended universe not European Union)

100% agreeeeeeeeee. I sometimes catch myself lamenting the fact that it's such a small franchise, but when you add up all the comics and games and the ARG (Flynn Lives ARG light of my life we will get to you in a moment xoxo) and the show there really is a lot! honestly throw ElecTRONica in there too, there was lore there. half the reason I have such a hard time even recommending the movies to people is because I want to be like okay but you also need to watch/read/play all of this please you don't UNDERSTAND

the way Tron has been handled by some many creators and creative teams is honestly just.... really beautiful and special to me in the most unironic sense. it sucks that the mouse has never given the franchise the trust or the resources to grow, and I hate that so many projects are soured by this air of something being ripped away from people who clearly loved it and wanted to do more. but that love is so undeniable in all these bits and pieces of the franchise. there will always be people who love Tron as much as we the fandom do, and I would rather have a hundred of these one-off passion projects like Uprising or Identity than a bunch of soulless blockbuster movies

3. ARG my beloved <3

42 Entertainment I am kissing you on the mouth

I really can't even articulate everything that the ARG is to me, and I wasn't even involved when it was ongoing. when I was just getting into Tron after Legacy got the home release, a good chunk of the ARG sites were still live, and I remember digging into all of it and being amazed and obsessed. I still have the wiki site where everything is archived bookmarked. there's so much good background in there. and Roy! ROY!!!!!!! and the big reveals in The Next Day? OUR little operation, ISOlatedThinker???? I am not and will neve be normal about it, and it's sad to think the current iteration of the fandom doesn't know about or acknowledge it as much

4. Evolution v Uprising

I feel ya. don't get me wrong, I love the Uprising cast, but I was never completely in love with how the show handled the pre-established characters. like I was saying before I didn't like how Uprising made Clu a more detached / distant villain, so having him be a more direct bastard in Evo worked better for me. and Quorra ugh :( she really loses everything over the course of the game, and I think it makes her character in Legacy so much more poignant knowing that she went through all of that but was still so hopeful. Abraxas was such a good, tragic, fucked up antagonist. and Gibson oughhhhhh. again hard to say what would have happened in a second season of Uprising (pour one out), but Evolution is so deliciously bleak in a way the show never completely got to be. Uprising is mostly dark because we know or can infer what's going to happen, because we know where canon ends up. but Evolution has more of an opportunity to show us the dark and horrible things that went on after the coup, and it's a carries a little more weight as a result. rip Anon you will always be famous

[c-is-writing]

“Star-gazing was a good idea.” with kara?? ty <3

pairing: kara danvers x gn!reader

genre: fluff uwu

word count: 645

warnings: none :)) 

a/n: wahhh ty merle for requesting something with kara!! ahh now she finally has something in my masterlist :’)))

send me a pairing and a prompt from here!! (closed)

An obnoxious beeping brings you out of your dream and into the darkness of your bedroom, barely lit by the city lights coming in from the window. Groggily, you turn over and reach over for your phone, effectively quieting the alarm after a minute or two. You begin to rack your brain for reasons as to why you decided it was a good idea to set an alarm for 3 in the morning. After a few minutes of trying to stay awake, a sudden realization hits you and you quickly bolt upwards. As your eyes widen in excitement, you turn to the sleeping blonde next to you and gently shake her. Trying to grab her attention, you whisper, “Kara...Kara...Kara!!”

“Hmm? Y/N, what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”

Shaking your head, you smile and tell her excitedly, “There’s a meteor shower in a couple minutes!! Isn’t that cool?!”

Kara sleepily blinks at you as you sit there, practically vibrating with energy. Once her brain finally catches up and understands what you said, she asks, “Okay, so why did you wake me up, babe?”

“I..um..well, you see…,” your voice trails off before you can finish your sentence. Looking down at the bed sheets, you begin to nervously pick at them as you hear Kara sit up. Gently grabbing your hands and pulling your attention to her, Kara furrows her brows in concern.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”

“It’s nothing, really..yeah, it’s just something stupid.”

“Nothing you say is ever stupid.”

As Kara says those words, she pulls you into a hug and rubs your back soothingly. You tense up at the sudden movement but quickly relax into the embrace as she continues to comfort you. She looks down at you, pressing a kiss to your head.

“So, what were you going to ask me?”

“Well, I was wondering if you could fly us up to watch the meteor shower together.”

Even though your words were muffled as you burrow into her chest, Kara picks them up with ease and softens. 

“Alright, grab your coat.”

Surprised, your head shoots up from its position against Kara’s chest as you make a sound of confusion. The moment she nods to confirm that you heard the message properly, you scramble out of bed towards your shared closet and pull on a hoodie. Practically sprinting to the balcony, you make your way onto it and turn around to see Kara trailing behind, laughing at how you remind her of an excited puppy. The blonde steps out on the balcony, closing the door behind her, and scoops you up into her arms, holding you in a bridal carry. You wrap your arms around her neck as she bends down to kiss your forehead.

“Okay, well, up, up, and away, Supergirl.”

Your laughs filled with glee fill the night sky as Kara lifts the two of you up into the sky. Looking up, you watch in awe as the space above you comes to life, flashes of blue and yellow streaks painting the sky. The two of you stay suspended in the sky as you begin to point out all of the constellations and planets that you can see. As you���re explaining one of the constellations, Kara glances at you, watching as your eyes light up and how they reflect the night sky. She interrupts your rambling with a gentle kiss and after a few seconds, as you pull away from each other, you let out a giggle. Kara kisses you once more and softly says, “You know, star-gazing was a good idea. Tonight’s night sky was gorgeous.”

Smiling even brighter, you poke Kara’s cheek as you tell her, “Thank you for indulging in my request to do so, despite it being early in the morning. I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N, 3am star-gazing and all.”

taglist (all): @teenwonder @procrastinatingsapphictrash

[lennonknowsmysins]

GooDNESS that gangster George arranged marriage was aMAZING HONEY!!! Loved it uwu . Will there be a pt. 2?

i was going to write some more angst with george but then i wanted to write about girls supporting girls so it turned into this

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You woke up to the sun peaking through the silky curtains of the window and an empty bed. For one blessed moment, you thought that you had dreamed the whole wedding. However, a rustling from the bathroom told you that you were, indeed, still a married woman.

Groggily, you sat up and stretched. You started to brush the hair out of your face but froze when George appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, finishing up the last few buttons of his shirt. He gave you a toothy grin when he saw you were awake. You shifted awkwardly, not sure how you felt about the idea that you shared a bed with this man.

“Good morning.” He chirped, crossing the room to grab a tie on the dresser before sitting next to you on the bed. You smiled awkwardly and mumbled something that sounded like good morning. He continued to talk while tying his tie, “I have a meeting I need to get to but the girls are cooking up some breakfast for you downstairs. Sort of a welcome home.”

You fidgeted with the yellow quilt, anxiety building in you, “Oh, I appreciate it but I’m fine, really, I can just stay up here.”

“You’re not a prisoner, you know. This is your house too, you don’t need to stay cooped up here all day. Cynthia’ll take care of you.” George said, tilting your head up. You stilled when his fingers wrapped around your chin but didn’t try to yank out of his grasp, “Besides, you should eat something. You didn’t have dinner last night, you’re probably starving.”

You just looked at him for a minute, resisting the urge to scoff at him. He had no place telling you that you weren’t a prisoner. It wasn’t like he was being forced to live in your house and be part of your gang. His father hadn’t shoved him into the arms of a notoriously dangerous family.

But he meant what he said. And he was right, you were hungry.

“I’ll head down after I get dressed.”

George flashed you his pearly whites again, dropping his hand from your face. He stood up again, now done with his tie.

“I should be home around noon or so. Feel free to go anywhere in the house. I personally recommend the garden.” He said, leaning down to kiss you before thinking better of it and maneuvering to kiss your cheek. He gave your hand a quick squeeze before whispering a goodbye.

You waited for him to leave the room before finally slipping out of bed and padding over to the closet. Despite having no want to be living in this house, there was something about a walk-in closet that made you feel giddy. You’d spent the entire evening last night putting your clothes away. You’d barely used up half of the space that George had left for you. Meanwhile, George’s side was all filled up. If you were going to be married to a gangster, at least it was a fashionable one.

Hastily, you got dressed and put yourself together before stepping out of the bedroom. Looking up and down the hall, you began to wish that you’d paid more attention to the mini tour George had given you last night but you’d just wanted to take that ridiculously heavy dress off. Except now you weren’t sure which way lead to the kitchen.

You tried to retrace the steps you remembered from last night, treading lightly on the expensive red carpet. You were sure that George had pointed it out as you were walking through the door. The search was short lived as you reached the spiral staircase and heard the chatter of female voices from below. An anxious knot formed in your stomach, growing tighter each time you reached another step, following the smell of pancakes.

The kitchen was a clean shade of white, with hints of blue. Two blondes sat at a table while a brunette was mixing something behind the breakfast bar. Your bridesmaids, you realized.

The brunette noticed you standing awkwardly in the archway, a bright smile gracing her face.

“Good morning, love.”

The two other women looked up at you, each of them greeting you warmly.

“Morning.” You said quietly, taking a seat next to the lighter blonde, who was nursing a large baby bump under a black sweater.

“We missed you last night, (yn). George said you had a headache.” Her voice was soft and maybe it was just because she was pregnant, but she immediately struck you as motherly. Cynthia, your brain filled in.

“Poor thing, a headache on your wedding day’s no fun.” The brunette chirped, coming around the bar to set four plates on the table.

“Yeah, but I’m feeling much better this morning.” You replied, fidgeting with your fingers, “So, um, are you all...married to, uh, gang members?”

You cringed as you said it, unsure of how to talk to them. They were all so comfortable with each other and you felt as though you were sticking out like a painfully sore thumb.

“Maureen is married to Ringo and I’m married to John, Linda and Paul have yet to tie the knot.” Cynthia answered kindly. Judging by the way the brunette wiggled her eyebrows at the other blonde, you guessed she was Maureen.

Linda rolled her eyes playfully, changing the subject, “I’m developing your photos later today.”

“I’m excited to see.” You half lied. You really didn’t want to relive the wedding in great deal, but you were curious to see what the ceremony had looked like outside of the thick veil. Plus you wanted to see how you looked in the dress.

“You looked lovely.” Cynthia complimented, patting your hand. You smiled at her, deciding you could trust her.

“We tried to do something with George’s hair, I swear, but it just kept falling back into the bowl cut.” Maureen apologized earnestly, Linda and Cynthia echoed. You chuckled as you pictured the three of them attempting to style George’s hair. Or anyone trying to style the terrifying gangster’s hair.

“I liked it! It looked soft, made him look a little less scary.” You reassured them, sitting up a little more.

Maureen scoffed, “George isn’t scary, he wears socks with sandals.”

“With sweaters. Unironically.” Linda interjected, raising her eyebrows as she took a sip of her coffee. You cocked your head in curiosity.

“But isn’t he supposed to take over the mob? You don’t think he’s kind of scary?” You questioned slowly. You supposed all three of these women were in some kind of romantic relationship with other members of the gang, but you’d heard the stories about George. The man was ruthless.

“...Intimidating, yes. Scary, not so much.” Cynthia said thoughtfully, resting her hand on her belly as she studied you, “I know he can come off as intense at first, especially given your situation, but he’s not a bad man. He won’t hurt you.”

You chewed on her words for a moment, tapping your foot. Before you couldn’t unjumble all your thoughts, Linda spoke again, “If he does do anything that scares you, you can stay in one of our rooms. We’ll set him straight.”

Maureen and Cynthia nodded in agreement and it felt as though a little bit of the weight you’d been carrying around was lifted off your shoulders. You were still unsure of George and you still weren’t happy about being married to him, but you felt a little more at ease knowing these ladies had your back. At least you would have friends.

“Oh, pancakes are ready!”

And pancakes.

[border-spam]

Leech Lord - UwU

"Then perish."

Troy

Slaps to the back, hands resting on top of the bracer, jabs to the ribs under its edge, that kind of intimate playfulness from people he trusts initiates immediate heart-boner mode.

If someone he wasn't close to did that shit he'd twist em in half. He’d 180 their torso before they realised what had just happened, and maybe that's why friends doing it wrecks him so hard. They normalise it. They normalise the rig and the spines and the hollow shell of iron, like it's not terrifying ( when he knows it should be ), and it's not disgusting ( when he knows what's under it ), and it's not sacrosanct to touch ( when he knows it absolutely fucking is ).

Ven playfully punching the blunt front of the bracer, a heavy paw from JK on the top of his empty shoulder, Eli asking how his back is and gently pressing fingers into the edge of his spine? Dude gets shivers. 😔

People offering him help is another "If you were anyone else I'd kill you but I actually really love this thank you" contradiction for him, but it has very specific rules.

Troy is shockingly independent, there were no accessibility tools on Nekro and no prosthetics, he's learned how to do almost everything without assistance and uses his mouth, hip bone, thighs, etc to manipulate things in place of his missing arm. He generally doesn't need help, and that's probably why friends offering it is.. nice.

No one ever offered. No one ever offered, his whole life. If someone close to him asks if they can help as he's opening something or pulling on a glove with his teeth? Yeh 😏. Yeh they can, sure. The little touches they might give him as they do are just a bonus.

Don't offer him help if he's struggling. Don't make it clear you've noticed he can't do something. He'll already be on razor edge and ready to tear himself apart over it, so drawing attention to his shame is a recipe for disaster. He'll ask if he needs help. He'll... he'll ask if he needs it.

Seifa

Someone preparing something for her to eat without asking absolutely generates an internal sob. It's the idea that she occupied a part of their brain that made them think of her when grabbing food or a drink, that her comfort actually mattered enough to someone to consider her despite there not being any gain.

Sei remembers every time this happens and has an internal little checklist for making sure she returns the gesture of care, from Eli handing her some fresh bread that he picked up from the kitchens at lunch, to JK insisting she try the concerning coloured fruit juice they had remembered mentioning before and wanted her to taste. She tries to pay em all back, one way or another.

An arm around her shoulders decimates her. She goes full jelly mode, all stupid grin and slight blush, if she's being pressed against a solid side then even better. Couldn't really explain why if she was asked, probably some underhanded combo of feeling protected and like she mattered enough to want to hold close that way. Gets an emotional chub of intense girth.

Hand touches. It's just so.. out of the norm. It's not something that ever happens in her day to day life, you don't make that connection with other people in her position and role. Friend reaching over to turn her wrist and ask if the tremor they spotted is a problem? Oh no. Partner in crime Ven holding it as he leads her through a crowd so they don't get separated? OH NO. Troy's unmistakable change in behavior when she eventually returns to Pandora, glancing touches against the back of her hand when he's always been so weird about that in general. Slowly lacing heavy fingers between hers as she starts to doze off next to him against the couch pillows, like if he's careful enough she won't notice? OH NO.

Tyreen

Troy sometimes shows Ty security recordings, it's a little known fact that the entire Cathedral and most of the Holy City is under surveillance, though maybe it shouldn't be that much of a surprise.. the Father is all seeing, after-all. There's a specific thing he'll clip from edits and show her because he understands how it makes her feel, and it's people praising Tyreen when she's not there to force it.

Not worshiping, praising. Comments on her great performance last week in a conversation between some dust runners guarding their cabal's alley in the Slums. Some kids playing God Queen, one gap toothed little girl with a coat wrapped around her shoulders shouting about how strong and powerful Tyreen is, how SHE'S Tyreen this round! Start running. Little things, real things that show an affection and care towards her from people who aren't being forced. It hits her. It really hits her, and the smile she beams at him in response is real.

Having her hair being pampered absolutely throbs her ickle heart. There isn't really any of Ty that can be touched, but her hair is pretty safe, long as the stylist is wearing gloves. Those little fluttering tickles and glances of human contact near her scalp leave her hot in the cheeks and smirking to herself as she rests back in the padded char of the Makeup team's portable boutique. She can close her eyes and really focus on how that feels, the little connection to someone else.

She remembers how years ago, she'd sit with Troy in their shared cloister between their ship docks and just do fucking nothing most nights - when Sei wasn't around that is. She'd splay back on the sofa and he'd sit on the floor between her legs, snarking bullshit comments about how cringe what she was watching was as he carefully painted her toenails while her feet rested in his lap.

She'd slap his back and tell him to shut the fuck up, that he just had no taste and couldn't tell a good romance if it punched him in the dick. Ty would wait for him to stop laughing before she returned to pressing experienced fingers into the pain points along the ridge of his scarred shoulder, kneading out twinges like she'd done for as long as she can remember.

They don't do that now though... not anymore.

Asks are open!

[10boys]

MLQC:Kissing/make-out

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*how they like their mouth action

Victor Kissing:

-Victor doesnt do “small pecks”, if your lips are on his he simply cannot just take a “peck”

-Even short kisses are deep and invading, his lips know exactly how to manipulate against yours

-He’ll kiss you where and when he wants and only where and when he wants

-He of course won’t oblige to a request from you

-But you rarely want to give him that satisfaction, he knows if he teases you with almost kisses you’ll start to whine which is what he wants

-His urge usually arises from admiring your face (canon bc of like...all his cards lol), the sunlight hits your eyes perfectly making them a glistening shade lighter, a sunkissed glow making your features appear softer. Your bright eyes accompanied by your long lashes shoot his way , catching him in his trance. He grins as a small blush creeps to his cheeks , knowing he’s seemingly been caught.

-Your tongue quickly made a lap over your lips, drawing his attention downward. Before you had time to wittily joke on him like he does you, his lips are pressed to yours.

-His kisses are deep. they’re possessive. they’re full of all the words he doesn’t say and all emotions he doesn’t show

-Saucy victor loves making you stick your tongue out so he can slowly lick and suck it ;)

-He doesnt think much about it, he just goes in.

- Favorite place to kiss is your lips and ear. He lovesss when you hug him with your head snuggled in his chest, it makes it easy for him nuzzle into your hair and leave small kisses and nibs on ur ear tips

-Loves being kissed on his chest (as tall as you can reach) and back on his shoulder mussels

-Keeps his hand in your hair for his comfort

-Definitely holds your jaw while he sucks

Lucien:

-Lucien loves to give you surprise kisses!

-You two are having one of your guys’ usual library dates

-You’ve been aimlessly wondering through the shelves for a while, collecting interesting finds as you go. After retrieving around 3 or 4 books you venture back to find lucien whos proudly holding down the fort (your guys’ fav spot)

-He leans aginst his seat leasurly holding a wide book infront of him, covering his face from view

-You set down your books and pull out the seat near him, beginning to pry the book away from his face

-“ You can’t see that badly? Did you bring your gla-“

-Suddenly he tugged your face closer to share his behind the book, creating a sensual secret space only occupied by the two of you

-His lavender eyes shares hypnotizing relaxation through with you, his soft smile sent your cheeks a blaze after realizing how near they were to your own. He took a moment sending suductive messages with his eyes, always so full of passion and interest. You watched his delicate eye lashes lower as his lips puckered.

-You instinctively copy his actions, closing the gap.

-Luciens favorite place to kiss is either your fingers or peppered kisses across your face

-Opposite of Victor, sultry lucien likes sticking his tongue out for you to lick and suck ;)

-He’s not afraid of pda, loves leaving kissing on your neck and ears when queued up for a new restaurant or in the line to get coffee

-He loves to build the moment up for your kisses too, sometimes he’ll just stare at your lips bluntly while caressing your face. Being under this intense analyzation brings heat to your cheeks as you try not to grin bashfully, he can’t help to lick his lips, you can only imagine what he’s thinking...

Gavin:

-Gavin gives u uwu kisses

-Usually kisses you when he thinks you’re doing something cute to hide his blushing face

-So yeah you get alottt of kisses

-Its usually a “grabs your whole face and mushes his agaisnt yours” type kiss. Butterfly kisses mixed with full-face

-Loves kissing your hand cause it makes him feel like your gentleman

-Loves getting kisses on his forhead and scars

-Sultry gavin loves getting kisses on his chest and nipples ;)

-He also likes to suck fingers ;)

- You were on your bed taking some last-minute notes off your laptop. Gavins head would usually be laying on your thigh at times like this, making it a bit difficult to focus and write

-Which is exactly why he’s across the room on the couch watching TV until you’re finished. He likes looking through the silly things you watch on Hulu and Youtube. You turn your head and catch a glimps of him, body leasurly laid across your sofa with one airm raised to support his head. The odd position causes his shirt to lift, showing his extremely toned V line.

-The view causes you to bite your lip as a malicious thought arises

-“Wahh~ Officer Gavin~ theirs a bug ~ come kill it ~ save me ~”

-He rolls from his previous position on the couch to foot of your bed.

-“Where? I dont see it”

-“Right there!!” you excitedly point to a corner across you, seemingly containing nothing

-He turns inspecting the area, beginning to confront you about its location

-“It just went under that box !! ewww get it”

-You watch as he bends over, searching between and under for said “spider” , but all you’re seatching for is the heart to stop him

-His shirt swings sways and rises as he bends and straightens out, his muscles tighten everytime he reaches while his thighs thicken with every squat

-“Baby im really not seeing it-” he begins before catching you in the middle of your daze. Your eyes are fixed on him but not his face, nor the so-called spider he was looking for

“You think you’re funny” he replies with a smile as he makes his way to the bed crawling on from the foot

-You playfully tease and squeeze his face, admiring his obedience

-He cups his hand over yours, eyes dazzling over a tinge of pink as you two share this loving and intimate moment. You poke a few silly kissy faces making him laugh, inching closer to close the gap. Your smiling faces press against each other, happiness is all you are with him.

Kiro:

-Wants the most kisses

-Or more properly, verbally and physically requests them the most

-Wake up kiss , good night kiss, ily kiss, you’re cute kiss, thank you kiss, I’ve just been stairing at you for 5 minutes kiss, convincing you not to leave kiss, jealous kiss, and many more

-He doesnt necessarily build up a moment every time either

-Ofc he stares lovingly into ur eyes with a sweet grin and blushy cheeks before he dives in intimately

-But most the time he just dives in wheneverr, He likes seeing you suprised and blushy over him. While you’re preparing a meal or finishing documents he’ll just run up to plant one on u, accompanied by a super hero kiro squeeze

-Loves to give cheek and face-mush kisses

-Loves to receive lip, face and eye kisses

-Loves kisses down his spine, when your attention is on him

-Honestly, sultry kiro will kiss and suck along the way to any and every area

-Give him a surprise lip kiss to unlock ‘weird’ kiro

-You sat across him watching as the food 10x bigger than his mouth goes down with ease, goku is that you?

-It seems he’s caught onto your intrigue, his bubbly blue eyes meet yours as a cheeky grin appears

-“Mmm this is so good! Here, try some!” He extends a cream puff twords you encouraging a bite

-You lower his hand as a respectable “no thank you” guesture, his half aten puff sadly falls back go the plate

-Although he’s easily the cutest boy in the world with squirrel stuffed cheeks, his messy left over just didn’t seem apatizing enough

-You reach out for a fresh puff and get swatted away just as quickly , you raise your gaze to kiros brows in a mighty furrow

-“And what was wrong with my puff?!?!” he exclaims pretending to be overwhelmed with offense. You giggle at his child-like energy and pettyness as you use the swatted hand to squeeze his puff-full cheeks.

-“Nothings wrong ! You were just enjoying them so well i wanted my own” you lie. He’s cute, but he’s no fool. His eyes pour into you, somehow letting you know he’s not biting that foney excuse. He smiles to himself although a lightbulb went off that only shined on him.

-“Of course not chip princess! Whats mine-” he begins placing a puff in his mouth

-“Is yours”. He closes his eyes and leans across the table, his lips wet and pink around the pale colored puff are inviting. His eyelashes cast a soft shadow on his cheeks , which seem to always have the slightest ting of pink when infront of you. His blonde locks shine like diamonds in the corner of the dimely-lit restaurant , you swear there are no circumstances that could make this man anything but beautiful.

-His eyes open, wet and dark as he pleads silently for you to finish the minastration. He knows how to charm you , and his cute ass is making it work, but not this time.

-You lean over the table taking the puff from his mouth, swiflty replacing it with a bold, blunt, but gentle kiss.

-A faint noise escapes his mouth at the sudden gesture, his now wide eyes find yours only inches away. The tips of his ears blush red before he pulls away.

“You’re bold miss chips ! If you thought i tasted better, why didn’t you just say so?”

.....x

Hi its been so long i missed writing :,) I have more shorter blurbs in the drafts so i should have more out soon !! Also requests are open ! Ty - myk

[haikyuuwriting]

so hhhh since u asked for reqs-- oikawa and iwa (separately) trying to surprise their s/o on their bday by trying to make a cake for them? ty :D

hi miyu <3 i hope you like these i had a blast writing them uwu

Oikawa

Oikawa’s mother and sister always liked to tease him in his area of weakness: cooking. He could get by in the field - he made a good egg omelet on his good days. Usually he settled for easy to make ramen or cereal when he idn’t trust his abilities, though. Which is why his mother laughed loudly when she walked into the kitchen one morning to find him sitting at the kitchen table hovering over his phone, various measuring tools and bowls spread out on the table around him.

“Birthday cake? Ah, is it Y/N-chan’s birthday today?” She beamed at him, moving to take the phone from his hands and go through the ingredients.

“Nope!” Oikawa yelped, moving away from his mom, making her frown and set her hands on her hips, “It’ll be even more special if I make it myself from scratch!”

“True. Please don’t poison Y/N-chan, though, you know I’m very fond of them. And clean up the mess when you’re done!” With that Oikawa’s mom left the kitchen, and a few seconds later he could hear the sound of the TV in the living room and her laughter at whatever soap opera was playing.

Left in the quiet kitchen, he got to work, playing music from his phone loud enough for only his ears. He found himself enjoying the process of measuring and mixing things into what he hoped looked like cake batter. He’d made cake before with his sister - but it had been way easier back then since it had been with cake mix. He remained optimistic, though. It was Y/N’s special day and he didn’t want to ruin it.

God knows how long later he was taking it out of the oven and icing it carefully, not even noticing his mom entering the kitchen behind him until she tsked loudly. “Smoother, Tooru. That’s messy.”

“’Kay.” She disappeared to the living room again and Oikawa was sure to smooth his icing carefully. In a separate bowl he mixed in food coloring and with his mom’s piping bag he decorated the edges, feeling immensely proud of his steady hand. He didn’t trust himself enough to try writing Y/N’s name on the cake and a cheerful “Happy Birthday!” so instead he stuck on the appropriate candle numbers and carefully slid the cake into his mother’s plastic cake box he hadn't even known she had until he rummaged through the cupboards.

The walk to Y/N’s house was pleasant enough, even thought Oikawa jumped at anything that moved since he was terrified of a cat attacking him now, in the most important moment of his day (he’d been attacked once and he never would forget it.) Luckily he didn’t drop the cake and made it to Y/N’s house safely and was able to knock on their door before anything catastrophic happened to the cake.

Oikawa had dropped by earlier to give Y/N their present - he hadn’t told them about the cake, since he wanted it to be a surprise and bonus present. The look of surprise on Y/N’s face when they opened the door was priceless in Oikawa’s eyes and worth every second of freaking out about the oven’s temperature or the color of the cake and icing.

“Tooru did you bake this?” Y/N gaped, taking the cake from him and inviting him inside. Y/N had a party hat on even though there had been no birthday party - Oikawa had given it to them earlier and it appeared as though they had not taken it off.

“Yes I did,” he said proudly, following Y/N to the kitchen. He watched as they laid plates, forks, and a knife on the table beside the cake.  Y/N carefully cut them both a slice, letting out an appreciative “ooooo” when they saw the fluffy inside. Oikawa took a bite at the same time as them and both looked at each other in amazement at how good it taste.

“I thought you said you sucked at baking!” Y/N exclaimed, digging their fork in for another bite. “This is great!”

“It was my love for you that fueled my new passion, Y/N-chan,” Oikawa said as he dramatically stabbed his fork into the cake. “No one believed in me but against the odds I prevailed-”

“You’ve got some icing on your cheek.”

“Do I? Where-” he let out a screech when Y/N swiped an icing filled finger across his cheek. He laughed at her pleased expression and dipped his own finger in icing, moving towards Y/N slowly. “A grave mistake, Y\/N-chan!”

Iwaizumi

It was no secret to Iwaizumi’s close friends that he could bake. He made muffins a lot and always shared - and his biggest fan of his baked goods was Y/N. But he’d never made them an actual birthday cake for their special day - only cookies or other special sweets. So he decided to make one this time, figuring it would be pretty fun to try and make one from scratch.

His first mistake was assuming he’d be alone the morning of Y/N’s birthday. When he woke up he saw not one face hovering above his head but two. He didn’t even scream; he was way too used to this at this point.

“Did you forget?” Makki asked, grinning cheekily. “Today’s vlog day!”

Makki and Mattsun, the insufferable duo, had promised Y/N to film a vlog this year for their birthday. Not for the purpose of YouTube, just for their personal memories. It was actually a genuinely sweet idea - but they were narrating, filming, and editing the whole thing. Knowing Y/N, though, they’d love it.

The two waited for Iwaizumi in the kitchen, making small talk with his parents as he did his morning routine. Thank god he’d woken up early today. He could only imagine how early the two must’ve gone to Y/N’s place to film their Happy Birthday duet song (backing vocals by Oikawa, previously recorded since he didn’t get up earlier than 10 AM when he could avoid it).

“We went to Y/N’s at 12AM,” Mattsun informed Iwaizumi as he started getting out what he needed and setting it on the table. “We’d gotten family permission and everything - we’re professionals. And her family adores us so they didn’t mind.”

“Tell us what you’re doing now, Iwa.” Iwaizumi turned to find himself in front of Makki’s phone, the camera pointed directly at what he hoped was his face and not zoomed into his eyebrows or something.

“Getting everything to make Y/N’s cake. Since you guys are here I’m assuming you’ll help.”

His second mistake.

“Ohmygod how do you even turn this on,” Mattsun nearly screamed over the loud mixer noises of an already turned on standing mixer.

“Iwa I sincerely hope you know what you’re doing because this seems like too many eggs,” Makki said from the kitchen counter, expertly holding his phone camera in one hand and cracking eggs and dropping them into a bowl in the other.

“I know what I’m doing,” Iwaizumi replied, turning off the mixer and telling Mattsun to preheat the oven. He knew they were just messing around, and he didn’t mind much.

A while later Mattsun was narrating to Makki’s phone the “monstrosity” of a cake that Iwaizumi had produced from the heavens, and then the three of them were off to Y/N’s house with it, their presents for Y/N in tow.

They were the first to get to the party, and Y/N opened the door for them, beaming in a shirt that said “BIRTHDAY ROYALTY” in all caps, no doubt gifted to her by Oikawa. “Hajime it looks great!” Y/N exclaimed, pausing to wave at the camera before ushering everyone inside.

Thankfully the cake lived up to the hype; everyone at the party enjoyed it and even asked for the recipe when he was alone. A few days later, when Y/N’s vlog was given to her and she sat down with Iwaizumi to watch it, she laughed at Makki and Mattsun’s reviews of it with him. “10/10, and we’re not just saying that because we helped but because Y/N wouldn’t stop bragging about her baker boyfriend to us in between present openings.”

[shibalen]

Hi! I’m so sorry about the earlier request! I misread the rules (._. ) I’d like to request from Akatsuki No Yona and Haikyuu. I prefer a romantic type of matchup. I’m a Capricorn and infp. I have a fairly large social circle and quite talkative with others. But there are times I prefer my own time and silence. I trust people easily and am loyal to my friends. I’m a left hander. My hobbies are writing, reading and watching anime. I listen to various types of music. It depends on my mood. (😁)

I’m a literature student and love to learn about technology. I have three cats and one dog. I adore animals, even insects but not spiders XD. I like dark colours and dark themed movies and stories. My ideal type of date is chilling inside a cafe or walking along a forest or a silent place talking with each other. I’m into carefree guys who get serious in the time of need. (😁)

The type of a guy who would dance around with me in the kitchen and jam to songs with me in the car and also be there when I have a breakdown. I’m an impatient fellow and tend to lose my focus easily. I’d like to request music box and dark box uwu. That’s it! Thanks! And sorry again for the earlier request! Love your blog! (😁)

♡︎ matchup for 😁anon

heya howdy doodle doo! how're you? i hope you didn't get too tired of waiting and actually see this. hehe. i gave these results lots of thought so i'm happy if you like them too!

akatsuki no yona: i match you with . . .

jae-ha !!

• you guys match so well i can't— your zodiacs, mbti, personality and your type of person are simply pointing at Jae-ha with a big red arrow!

• Jae-ha is chill and social by nature. that paired with your love for talking with people makes you a really social couple. i can easily picture the two of you being the life of most conversations.

• also when there's a crisis or any more serious situation going on you're both usually the ones to calm others down. your presence makes them feel at ease and honestly Jae-ha admires that so much in you ♡︎

• he knows he can trust you with his burdens and count on you to be there for him. he may not always voice them out loud but you know he needs your comfort when he silently lays his head on your shoulder.

• of course this goes both ways and he will never let you be alone during a breakdown. somehow he always finds the right things to say or do to help you find yourself again. his voice is deep and soothing and he will happily put it to use if it makes you feel at ease.

• though he does have a sharper intuition when it comes to strangers and therefore makes sure nobody takes advantage of you. however there was definitely one time where he let you buy something extremely overpriced just to tease you about it later

• the worse the scam the more poisonous the words he speaks to them with that lazy smile. then he escorts you away while waving a hand.

• "you have to be more careful, flower. i don't want some guy eventually making you give your heart away too, " he flirts

• "too late," you respond. "this one green-haired guy with stupid jokes already has it."

• BOOM

• ahem.

• at first you thought he was the worst case of a womanizer, and you preferred your possible partner to reciprocate your loyalty. unfortunately otherwise he was just your type so you couldn't help but be drawn to him.

• Jae-ha was attracted to you too from your smart and fun personality to your hobbies and taste in music. he loved how you stood your ground yet how flexible you were with your likes.

• obviously he didn't give up on you despite your little façade. he proved his loyalty runs deeper than most when he's fallen for the right person. you're his special, dear person and won't let anything or anyone come between that.

• will wear matching dark outfits with you! claims it's not his style but likes it surprisingly a lot. you might do ridiculous poses just to embarrass Hak.

• can be heckin annoying when it comes to your writing though. "are you going to write me into your story? of course you are ;)" "is the main character me?" don't get him wrong, he adores your writing and that's why he gets so excited about it. other times he does it on purpose to get your attention smh

• overall, light-headed teasing is something he will always do just to see you flustered. it's so adorable he can't help it. leaning in extra close to you while you're cooking together, highkey boasting about you to his friends, starting and winking at you, plus all sorts of cheesy one-liners.

• but Jae-ha is smart and knows when to give you space. when you're ready to interact again he's already prepared for a date!

• Jae-ha is romantic even on daily basis, bringing you flowers or small trinkets that he knows you like. just seeing you smile at his loving gestures makes his cheeks warm and heart beat fast (though he tries not to show it)

• please listen to him playing the erhu, he does it especially for you. when you're out on a rooftop on a moonlit night he'll serenade you with his songs.

• your dates include: walks around the outskirts of towns, moongazing, him leaping through the sky with you securely in his arms, dinner at different inns and travens with music and parties or by a bonfine and you two just being silly. also creative activities like pottery and sketching ♡︎

❦︎ ink box

— this happened before your relationship even started, back when Jae-ha first realised his feelings for you.

— you wouldn't expect it, but he struggled with these emotions a lot. this was the first time he had ever felt this way towards anybody, after all. his natural reaction was to distance himself from you because he was scared, whether he admitted it to himself or not.

— he was afraid of being tied down and tying you down. he knew love required commitment and you valued loyalty. he dreaded he wouldn't be good enough for you, instead becoming the source of your pain. you deserved much more than he was, and he was a coward.

— there was also the problem of putting you in danger because of the group's mission. any injury you'd get would be his fault and that was too much a thought to bare.

— he thought he was being smooth avoiding you, preparing for his leave without hurting you. he thought. but you were smarter, you knew Jae-ha was kind. he wouldn't do this to hurt you—not after all those fun memories you'd made together!

— refusing to beat around the bush, you tried confronting him. however, by that time he'd already set out to the next destination. he had left, without a word of goodbye.

— thankfully, Zeno was the quickest to notice Jae-ha's broken demeanor. it was heartbreak which he himself knew too well. he pulled the green dragon aside the next evening as they were gathering wood and stubly hinted Jae-ha shouldn't do anything he would regret for the rest of his life.

— the rest of the gang was quick to join after Kija happened to overhear the conversation. they all (even Ao) swore to take care of you if Jae-ha wouldn't be able to.

— you were halfway up the mountain chasing after him when Jae-ha landed directly in front of you. he was out of breath and dishevelled but the desperate glint in his eye shone brighter than any star in the sky.

— you embraced and shared a sweet kiss under the night sky. he apologised more times than you could count but after almost shattering your heart you didn't let him off the hook that easily. well, he had the rest of his life with you to make it up to you ♡︎

♡︎ runner up: Hak

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haikyuu: i match you with . . .

rintaro suna !!

• Suna is a little different from the previous match but my instincts told me to put you together regardless! i think your personalities balance each other out while sharing the same core basics.

• you're both laid-back and have no problems interacting with people but still like your alone time. as in infp you seek new knowledge and Suna, being the smartass he is, will never bore you. he can be both silent and talkative, whichever you prefer.

• will definitely join you in being social but in a subtle way. he'll stand/sit next to you with an arm around you while you're talking to your friends. really chill but also knows how to hold a conversation and chime in with a clever comment.

• once he notices you becoming tired he casually steers you away from the rest, saying you two have to go now. how is this guy so smooth? really though he just wants to be alone together with you.

• you guys met when your social groups came together. it's that 'friend of a friend of a friend' chain and thus somehow you ended up going to one of his games because a person you knew didn't want to go alone.

• they knew Kita so y'all went to congratulate him on the win later. he then introduced you the team and therefore, of course, Suna.

• you thought he was pretty and you chatted a bit but nothing much happened. it was through these continuous meetings afterward that eventually pshed you two together ♡︎

• you had so much to talk about! stories, technology, hobbies, music, a little gossip. he liked how opinionated you were and how much you knew, then found it amusing how easily distracted you got.

• his advances were really subtle yet continuous and efficient! though some of them were kind of teasing. made sure you were comfortable with your friendship first before stating his exact feelings for you.

• Suna isn't afraid of pda and if you are too, he'll be holding your hand, having you sit on his lap, giving you kisses on your face and hand. yet although others mifht see, it feels as though every touch is a secret language meant for bust the two of you.

• his advice is quite blunt but he does it out of love, plus his actions are much softer and really patient when you're at rock-bottom. i assure you anyone neglecting your feelings is not safe.

• you're both into dark-themed stuff! y'all go to movies, festivals, bookshops and alike looking so hella aesthetic, i swear. what a beautiful couple (☆ω☆)

• your pets love Suna after they've gotten used to him. sometimes when he comes over the cats will come chill around him. it's like he's one of them and it's hilarious. you have a bunch of pictures on your phone of him and your dog.

• you like showing those photos off to his teammates because they're just that good, but instead of getting embarrassed Suna will either just agree or jokingly ask why haven't you made it your background yet.

• overtime he's learnt how to keep your focus from going too astray, though you can't say he's always vigilant himself. he slacks off during boring lectures and would much rather talk to you. the teacher had to seperate you pfft—

• can and will jam to all times of music with you in the kitchen, even if just ironically. one time his little sister caught the two of you vibing to an opera preformance and homeboy just shrugged it off and continued because you both thought it was funny.

• your dates include: going on hikes especially after a stressful period (Suna most definitely did not look up the best places near your home and prepared your favorite snacks), cat cafés, staying at home and cooking a meal cause this boy probably only knows how to pour water over noodles, and long drives and blasting music ♡︎

♫︎ music box

— I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys

— Caroline by Crash Adams

— Blinding Lights by The Weekend

— Your Dog Loves You by Colde

— Hey Boy by Sia (what you'd jokingly lip-sync to for him)

♡︎ runner up: Atsumu Miya

thank you so much for requesting and i apologise for the huge delay (ಥ﹏ಥ) still, i hope you enjoyed! have a lovely day and please stay safe ♡︎

[ambivalent-auguries]

✩ for Shino and Jaume (from malibvnghts)

Send ‘✩’ for the following:

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Both lol Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Shino lol Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Jaume oop Who trashes the house? Jaume is trash Do either of them get physical? Both oop How often do they argue/disagree? A LOT bless Who is the first to apologise? Neither they just fuck lol

Sex:

Who is on top? Jaume always Who is on the bottom? Shino always sorry, Shin-Shin Who has the strangest desires? BOTH they are both trash lol Any kinks? Which one don’t they have?? Mostly power play, pain, angry sex, control, breath play, tying up/being tied up, spanking, spitting there’s just so much fuck Who’s dominant in bed? Jaume Is head ever in the equation? Most times lol  If so, who is better at performing it? Shino, Jaume rarely does it lol Ever had sex in public? They’ve already gotten frisky on a balcony and Jaume will fuck Shino in an alley way at some point lol Who moans the most? Shino  Who leaves the most marks? Jaume  Who screams the loudest? Shino lol  Who is the more experienced of the two? They are both experienced Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Fuck lol  Rough or soft? ROUGH AS HELL THEY ARE SO TRASH pls save me from this ship How long do they usually last? Until Jaume is satisfied lol Is protection used? Yeah sure lol  Does it ever get boring? Nah NEVER that’s why they’re with each other lol  Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? Watch it be in a cinema lol

Family: NOPE Do not let these two be parents pls 

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children?  If so, how many children do your muses want/have?  Who is the favorite parent?  Who is the authoritative parent?  Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school?  Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Who changes the diapers? Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Who spends the most time with the children? Who packs their lunch boxes? Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Who cleans up after the kids? Who worries the most? Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Jaume but would never admit it the prick lol Who is the little spoon? Shino gets locked into being lil spoon lol Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? BOTH lol Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Jaume ngl he likes having his hands all around Shino lol How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? 1 minute then Shino becomes uncomfortable lol Who gives the most kisses? Jaume and they’re almost always angry lol What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Talking business, travelling, sometimes partying, fighting lol Where is their favourite place to cuddle? They rarely cuddle but once in a blue moon after sex Jaume will force Shino into it lol Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Both let’s not lie lol How often do they get time to themselves? Whenever they feel like fucking lol But Jaume is super busy and so is Shino so ya know 

Sleeping:

Who snores? Neither If both do, who snores the loudest? N/A Do they share a bed or sleep separately? When they sleep in the same place, they share If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Shino tries to lay apart but Jaume is a lil bitch lol Who talks in their sleep? Neither What do they wear to bed? Nothing loool Are either of your muses insomniacs? Nope Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Nope Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Side by side lol Shino would punch Jaume if he tried to suffocate him lol Who wakes up with bed hair? Jaume lol Who wakes up first? Jaume Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Jaume What is their favourite sleeping position? Jaume’s favourite sleeping position is when Shino doesn’t struggle lol Who hogs the sheets? Jaume selfish prick Do they set an alarm each night? Jaume does Can a television be found in their bedroom? No Who has nightmares? Neither? Who has ridiculous dreams? Shino is the one with the imagination lol Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Again, Jaume is a selfish prick lol Who makes the bed? The maid... What time is bed time? After midnight lol Any routines/rituals before bed? Sex lol That’s it, they fuck each other into tiredness lol Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Shino lol

Work:

Who is the busiest? Jaume Who rakes in the highest income? Jaume is a rich boyyyy Are any of your muses unemployed? Nope but Shino might as well be lol Who takes the most sick days? Neither lol Who is more likely to turn up late to work? They both have good work ethic Who sucks up to their boss? Jaume’s boss is his mum and he hates her and Shino doesn’t give a shit lol What are their jobs? Jaume is a CEO and Shino is an artist - yeah you didn’t see these two getting together huh? Who stresses the most? Jaume  Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? They both enjoy their jobs Are your muses financially stable? Yeah 

Home:

Who does the washing? Jaume, I feel lol Who takes out the trash? Shino, every time he kicks Jaume out abshvf loool  Who does the ironing? Neither lol Jaume has his clothes sent to the dry cleaners and Shino barely has clothes which don’t have paint on them lol Who does the cooking? Jaume, he’s a good cook  Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Shino lol Who is messier? Jaume is a clean freak so Shino, he’s the slob lol Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Shino Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Shino Who forgets to flush the toilet? Shino Who is the prankster around the house? Shino because he likes getting on Jaume’s nerves lol Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Shino lol Who mows the lawn? The gardener... lol Who answers the telephone? Jaume Who does the vacuuming? The cleaner lol Who does the groceries? Jaume Who takes the longest to shower? Jaume but Shino finds himself in the shower because of Jaume lol Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Both, Shino because he’s forced lol

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? Nope How many cars do they own? Jaume owns like three lol Do they own their home or do they rent? Jaume owns, I think Shino rents lol They would own if they lived together  Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Jaume wishes he lived near a coast Do they live in the city or in the country?  CITY Do they enjoy their surroundings? Yeah they do What’s their song? THIS ABSOLUTE TRASH LOL What do they do when they’re away from each other? Probably have less stress lol Where did they first meet? A bar How did they first meet?  Jaume went like: Imma fuck you in the next hours, Shino was like: Pfff fuck off you creep, and then he fucked the creep lol Who spends the most money when out shopping? JAUME lol Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Jaume lol Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Shino lol  Any mental issues? Does anger count lol Does mommy issues count lol Who’s terrified of bugs? Neither lol Who kills the spiders around the house? Jaume  Their favourite place? Spain uwu they are soft in Spain lol Who pays the bills? Jaume loool Do they have any fears for their future? Being tied down  Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Jaume  Who uses up all of the hot water? Jaume because again he’s the most selfish prick Who’s the tallest? Jaume Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Jaume lol He sometimes gets impatient Who wanders around in their underwear? Shino and Jaume takes it off lol Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Jaume loool what a loser lol What do they tease each other about? Shino teases Jaume about everything and anything, Jaume teases Shino about how loud he is and how much he enjoys sex with him lol Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? JAUME LOOOL He cringes so hard at Shino lol Do they have mutual friends? They have mutual like people they know in the business lol Who crushed first? You know it’s Jaume lol weak ass bitch Any alcohol or substance related problems? Jaume just drinks a lot? Nicotine?  Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Jaume lol Who swears the most? They both do, AGAIN do not let these two have kids fuck 

[lordofassgard]

Friend Zone

Requested: | yes | no |

anonymous said: okay wow you are a freaking KILLER writer, you got me in tears bro :,) Could you do one for Jungkook? All i know is i want ANGST but i’m kinda a sucker for a happy ending too uWu ty 💛💛

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader gender neutral

Summary: you’re stuck in the friend zone again and again

Genre: non idol!au, angst, fluff

Warnings: cursing, mentions of drugs

Word Count: 3.6k+

A/N: hello, i’m back :) thank you for the request bb. i enjoyed writing it but it wasn’t as angsty as i wanted it to be maybe i’m finally getting it out of my system lmao also the summary is pretty much heartbreak girl by 5sos. anyway, i hope you enjoy :)

masterlist in bio

gif credits to nochuie

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There wasn't a time where you didn't know Jungkook. He had been there when you were running around in diapers, when you started school, when you started high school or when you got your first tattoo. He had been there and you had witnessed him going through the same things. Your moms were longtime friends and having kids the same age brought them closer and it was only normal that you and Jungkook would be friends, best friends in fact.

You told each other everything and you were there for each other in somehow important moments of each other’s lives. You were there when he had his first cigarette at thirteen, in his backyard one afternoon after school and watched him almost cough up a lung right after. You were there when he drank alcohol the first time and he shared with you, both of you tipsy in your basement on a Friday night when your parents were out of town during sophomore year of high school. You were the first person he told about his first kiss, his first relationship.

In fact, you had been there to watch the rise and downfall of his countless relationships. During and after high school you had been introduced to several different people who were dating Jungkook at the time. It wasn't that Jungkook was a playboy, but people seemed to always leave him and you were left to pick up the pieces of Jungkook’s broken heart. You didn't mind being the shoulder he always cried on, you didn't mind spending nights awake gluing the pieces of his broken heart back together as Jungkook cried in your arms. But it hurt. It hurt because you didn't like to see him suffer, it hurt because you knew you wouldn’t do the same thing to him.

Every time he came back to you, with tear stained cheeks and empty chest you were already waiting with blankets, tissues and ready to hear all about how he was tired of falling in love with people that kept hurting him over and over. So for months, years, you set your feelings aside knowing that you’d always be Jungkook’s best friend. It was something you were proud of, but sometimes you hated it because you were just Jungkook’s best friend. Nothing more.

And then the vicious cycle would repeat itself all over again, he’d get his heart broken and you’d be there like you always were. Your stomach twisting itself and your lungs closing up because he didn’t love you back. It had been that way since that dumb afternoon he smoked his first cigarette when he was thirteen, in the backyard of the house he grew up in and you grew up as well. No one knew about your feelings, and no one could. You didn't want to risk it, you’d rather have Jungkook by your side and be just his best friend than to not have him at all.

So it didn't really come as a surprise to you when he showed up at your apartment one night, hands deep in the pockets of his leather jacket, brown hair messy from running his hands through it way too many times and eyes filled with tears like a kicked puppy. And it didn't really come as a surprise when you felt that old ache that had found its home in your chest so many times before. It didn't come as a surprise that you let him in, ignoring your own feelings and focusing on his until he was okay again.

You didn't ask what happened, you never did. Sometimes he told you, sometimes he didn't, the pain in his chest too strong for him to talk about it and you were okay with it. You were okay with everything because for Jungkook you’d do anything just to see him smile even if it meant ignoring the feelings that you had so desperately tried to push away for the past few years. And it was worth it as you looked at his peaceful face, tear stains still evident in his cheeks as he slept with his head on your chest and arms around your waist after crying himself to sleep.

And you knew exactly how things would play out for the next few weeks, maybe even months. He’d stay at your apartment for a while, or you’d stay at his. You’d listen to him pouring his heart out to you at three in the morning for the first few days. When he finally managed to get a good night of sleep, he’d walk around moody the next day because he had dreamed about his latest heartbreak. He’d become clingy, arms wrapped around your waist and head buried in the crook of your neck as you cooked, legs over your lap when you sat on the couch, arm around your shoulders or intertwined with yours as you walked down the street, face buried in your chest and hands on your hips as you slept and so on. You never complained, but it took a lot of self-control to tame the butterflies in your stomach and the fireworks that seemed to be left behind in wherever part of you he had touched.

After the second week, he’d start to be his normal self again. You’d wake up to the smell of something burning in the kitchen only to find that Jungkook had burned his attempt of breakfast. And no matter how many times you tried to stay mad at him, all it took you was one glance at his sheepish smile and doe eyes and you’d forget all about it.

After the third week, he’d start going out little by little, mostly at night. And he wanted you to tag along, so you’d go to places that you’d never find yourself in if it wasn’t for Jungkook. At the end of each night, once the moon was high in the sky, he’d drive to an empty field and you’d stargaze like you used to do back in your hometown when you were teenagers.

The two of you would sit on the hood of his car, music playing softly from your phone and a blunt in between his fingers. You’d sit in silence, looking up at the sky and in the meantime, his free hand would rest on your thigh as if he was reminding himself that you were there, that he wasn’t alone.

“The sky is dark.” Jungkook pointed out one night, not tearing his eyes from the sky.

You weren't looking at the sky, instead, you had been staring at him, a look of adoration in your face. It was so evident that you wondered how he never noticed it. Maybe because he never thought of you that way. It hurt, but doesn't the truth always hurt? With a quick glance at the sky, you acknowledged his words with a small hum before looking back at Jungkook, who was still staring at the starless sky.

You didn't tell him that the reason the sky was empty was because all the stars were in his eyes.

You never quite understood why people left him. Jungkook had everything anyone could possibly want in a boyfriend. Maybe he attracted the wrong kind of people, the ones who used him for their own selfish purposes and then left him with an aching chest at your doorstep not caring if you could put his heart back together or not. Maybe it was Jungkook’s problem for being too näive when it came to love. But if Jungkook was näive then what were you? Being in love with someone that would never love you back put you in the same spot, didn't it? You couldn't help it and neither could Jungkook. You were just two fools in love and unfortunately, not with each other.

He’d end up getting back on his feet after a lot of tears, burnt breakfasts and blunts. Little by little, Jungkook would become less clingy and instead of being with each other all the time, you’d only see him every couple of days. You were happy that he was okay, whatever okay meant for him after so many heartbreaks, but you couldn't help but miss him. It was only when he was dumped that he hung out with you as if to forget the pain in his chest.

“You’re like my happy pill.” Jungkook confessed one night as you walked through the busy streets of Seoul.

The lights coming from shops and restaurants’ signs could’ve overwhelmed you to the point where you had to blink a couple of times in order to get used to them. But not when they were reflected on Jungkook’s features. The same lights you learned to hate ever since you moved to a big city, when reflected on Jungkook’s face, amazed you. They casted a soft glow on his skin, making his doe eyes sparkle and you wanted nothing but to stare at them until the sun came up.

“What do you mean?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.

“Whenever I’m with you I don't have to worry about anything. It’s like…” He trailed off, trying to find the right words to say “I’ve never been hurt before.”

His words, probably meant as a compliment hurt. That was why he came back to you everytime he was hurt. He just wanted peace, even if it was temporary. You fought the urge to say something and only leaned against him as you walked in silence. If you opened your mouth he’d start asking questions and you didn’t want to give him the answers. You didn't want to tell him that you accepted him every time he showed up at your door because you loved him. If you opened your mouth, you’d ruin the night. So you kept quiet and only your night was ruined.

The calls and the texts would stop coming. Jungkook would stop showing up at your apartment and ask you to go to his. You'd start having too much food in your fridge and you’d stop waking up to the smell of something burning. That's when you knew he was okay. Other than the pictures displayed in pretty frames all over your apartment, there was no evidence of Jungkook’s existence. The smell of weed and cologne that hung on his clothes and in your sheets would soon fade away and silence would ring in your ears like loud music at a club. He was okay, he didn't need you to fix him anymore.

So when all of this happened, you weren’t surprised. He was okay, he didn't need you anymore. You were just sad and tired. Tired of constantly putting all your feelings aside just to fix him and then be left alone to deal with your own heartbreak. You had to end that toxic cycle because it was harder to pretend you were okay each time Jungkook showed up at your door.

Three weeks after you last saw him and several failed attempts of giving up later, you found yourself at Jungkook’s door. After spending so many years trying to let him go, you knew you weren’t going to be able to. He was stable enough to handle a confession and even though you weren’t stable enough to handle a rejection, it was crucial. You’d end up hurt whether you ended the cycle or not. You knocked and prayed he was home, scolding yourself for not texting him before you got there. Maybe it was better that way, you’d just say what you had to say without having time to think about what you were doing.

Jungkook opened the door, his face lighting up when he saw you. Your foot tapped impatiently on the floor and your hands, balled up into fists inside the pockets of your hoodie were shaking.

“(Y/N), I was about to call you.” Jungkook smiled “Come on in.”

“I can’t.” You shook your head “But I have to talk to you.”

“Okay…” He trailed off, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

You took a deep breath and looked him in the eye, hesitating for a second.

“I’m in love with you.” You blurted out “I’ve been in love with you since the day you had your first cigarette on the backyard of your parents’ house. And I’ve sat here for years wiping your tears and pushing my feelings aside...and then you leave and next time I see you is when you introduce me to someone new and then I see you when they break your heart. And then I think about confessing to you when I think you’re ready but you’ve already moved on and I know that it’s gonna end badly and that I’m going to end up being the one who takes care of you.” You breathed out “So, yeah. I know you probably don't love me back but...I needed you to know that I am in love with you and the way your eyes sparkle and your failed attempts of cooking breakfast in the morning and when you text me stupid memes at 3 am. And I hope I’m not too late.”

You didn't expect him to yell at you or close the door in your face. But in that moment, it seemed like a better option than just silence. You dared to look at him, his wide brown eyes were already on you, his mouth open as if he wanted to say something but forgot how to speak. A few seconds went by, although they felt like hours to you and the more time passed, the more you were regretting showing up at his door. What were you thinking? You had probably ended your lifelong friendship because you couldn't keep your mouth shut. Reality was starting to hit you hard and you just wanted to disappear. If you could only turn back time, you would’ve stopped yourself from showing up and fuck things up.

Jungkook was still silent and wide-eyed, unable to react as you squirmed under his gaze. And that’s when you heard it, an unknown voice and footsteps coming from inside the apartment.

“Babe, who is it?”

Your eyes widened as you made eye contact with Jungkook hoping, praying that it wasn't what you were thinking. But soon enough, someone else, another face you wouldn't remember and another name you wouldn't memorize showed up looking at you curiously. You were too late.

“I-I’m sorry.” Your voice trembled as you took a step back, ready to leave.

After you turned your back, you heard Jungkook close the door as he was still being bombarded with questions about your presence. You weren't worried about it, he’d figure it out. What you were worried about was the damage you had inflicted on your friendship. What would you do without Jungkook? How were you supposed to live without someone that was like the air in your lungs and the blood in your veins?

The drive home was terrible as you tried to hold in your tears. And the days after that were horrible too. You called him, but he never picked up. You texted him, but he never replied. And after twenty years of friendship, you didn't have the guts to show up at his door once again and apologize. Lie, say everything was just a misunderstanding. Anything to get things to how they were before.

Seoul was starting to suffocate you because everything reminded you of Jungkook. The restaurant you’d get takeout every other night held so many memories of your late night dinners with Jungkook. Every park in town was a place where you had stargazed curled up against each other when life was too much. The streets filled with restaurants, shops, and food stands made your chest ache as you walked past them. The lights overwhelmed you and you could only remember, with a bitter taste in your mouth, how good they looked on Jungkook’s skin. Jungkook’s happy little pill ended up in an overdose and you were the one to blame.

Heartbroken and with guilt weighing on your chest, you decided to go back to your hometown, at least until things settled down. You’d deal with things when you finally got enough courage to get back to Seoul.

“Hi, Jungkook it’s me. Uh, I know you probably don’t want to talk to me but...I just wanted to let you know I’m going back home for a while. My train leaves tonight. Once again, I’m sorry.”

As you waited by the platform for your train with your suitcase next to your feet, cold and alone, you wanted nothing but to stay. Turn your back and walk to your apartment, forget about all your problems, forget about the world and for the first time in a long time feel at peace. Unfortunately, things didn't work how you wanted them to and it was best for you, for Jungkook, for the two of you if you left for a while.

There were only a few people on the platform, who seemed exhausted and also ready to go home. You wondered who they were, where they came from and if they felt as bad as you did. You spotted your train and grabbed your suitcase. You let the other people get on the train first and before you followed them, you stopped. The silence of the station rang heavy in your ears and you took a deep breath before walking up to the entrance.

“(Y/N)” You quickly turned around, fearing that you were just hearing things.

But you weren't. Jungkook ran up to you as fast as his long legs could carry him and stopped a few feet away from you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked surprised.

“I heard your voicemail.” He replied slightly out of breath “I can’t let you go.”

“W-What do you mean?”

You glanced at the train that you should be getting on and back at Jungkook who walked closer to you. You didn't know what you were supposed to do. Part of you was happy that he was there but another part, a bigger part, was scared. Why was he there? What if he was there just to tell you that he didn’t love you back? It was nothing new to you, his silence had given you the answer to a confession you really didn't think through.

“I can’t let you go because…” He hesitated “I have to tell you that I’m in love with you too. And I’m sorry I didn't realize it sooner.”

You didn't know how to react. Jungkook had probably expected you to run into his arms or maybe slap him across the face for playing with your feelings. Instead, he got wide eyes and open mouth as you tried to come up with a sentence, but your brain didn't seem to be able to put words together in that moment. The silence was killing him and it was killing you too.

“I didn't realize that I was in love with the way you look in the morning when you wake up or the way you look under the stars when I take you out to stargaze. Or the way your nose scrunches up when you eat the food I cook. The way you’re there for me and never ask for anything in return. Every happy memory I have, you’re there and along the way, I’m not sure where I fell in love with you.” Jungkook paused “I hope it’s not too late.”

You tilted your head, wondering if that was the way he confessed to all the people who broke his heart and left you to deal with the wounds in his chest. Jungkook closed the distance between the two of you, your chests practically touching as the train started to leave. And without hesitating, you kissed him. You kissed him like it was something you had been doing all your life like it was something you were meant to do. Your heart was thumping in your chest, to the point where you felt like you were having a heart attack. But it was just Jungkook’s presence that made you feel that way. It didn't matter if it’d kill you, it’d be a good way to go. Your hair was being swept by the breeze created by the train and you dropped your suitcase to cup his face with both hands. It was too late to leave, but it wasn’t too late to love Jungkook.

When you pulled away, Jungkook’s hands still planted firmly on your hips as if he was scared you’d disappear, you smiled at each other. Jungkook leaned his forehead against yours and pecked your lips one, two, three more times. It was like he couldn't get enough of you. But to be fair, you couldn't get enough of him either.

“I love you too.” You confessed, the weight of the guilt caused by your sudden confession finally lifted off your chest.

And it was in that empty train station that you realized that all the times you pushed your feelings away hadn’t been in vain, neither were Jungkook’s countless heartbreaks. Everything led up to that moment, it was written in the stars. The two of you were meant to be. Walking out of the train station towards Jungkook’s car, one of his hands grasped yours tightly and the other carried your suitcase, he looked up.

“The sky is dark tonight.”

You looked up as well, noticing that he was right. Only this time you told him why.

feedback is appreciated :) i’d link my ask box but tumblr is a dick

[thewonandonly]

Love Sick

Pairing: Choi San (ATEEZ) x Female!Reader

Genre: fluffy uwu

Word Count: 916 words

Request: “hi, can i request ateez san fluff scenario? you can choose the plot, ty!! ❣️”

Author’s Notes: i love all my atiny followers uwu

When you were called to the dorms, you didn’t know exactly what was wrong, because Hongjoong was trying to get what needed to be said out quickly before the others began yelling for food. So, you hurried there as quick as you could.

Pushing open the door, you kicked off your shoes and pulled off your jacket.

“Y/N, you’re here.” Wooyoung greeted you at the door, smiling, although it was a little hard to see through the mask he wore, “San’s in the room.” He pointed to the room shared by Yunho and your boyfriend.

Glancing at Wooyoung, you moved your way to the bedroom door, and lightly tapped on it.

A groan emitted from somewhere in the room, and you entered, “San? Are you in bed?” You asked, and shut the door behind you, “What’s the matter?” You climbed the ladder to the bunkbed and pushed back San’s hair, feeling his forehead, “You have a fever.”

Rolling over, you could see San’s face clearly. His skin went pale, his nose was red, and he had bags under his eyes. In his arms, he held his stuffed toy Shiber, frowning, “I got sick, and the boys don’t want to take care of me.” He whined, “They think I would get them sick too. So, I’ve been in bed since last night. Even Yunho left me!” He yelled, before resting his fingers on his throat. “Everything hurts, and I’m hungry.”

You looked down at him, pushing back his hair again, and nodded, “Okay, baby. I’ll get you an ice pack to cool you down and I can make you some soup.”

“You’re the only one who likes me!” He playfully cried, sitting up with the blanket over his shoulders, “I’ll stay here.”

You climbed down the ladder and waved bye to San before walking out of the room. “Okay, get the vegetables out, we’re cooked for San.”

Yunho groaned, “But, he’s sick.”

“And you have a lot of nerve leaving him alone when he’s sick.” You crossed your arms, walking over to the cupboards, “We’re making him chicken soup, and all of you are helping.” Pulling out some vegetables out from the refrigerator, “Mingi, Wooyoung, cut the vegetables please. Yeosang, you can cook the broth. And, Seonghwa and Jongho, you can go get chicken. Hongjoong, you sit there and look pretty. And Yunho, you will go in that room and keep San company. He thinks you hate him!” You ordered them around, handing them cutting boards, knives, and the box of chicken broth.

Tucking the ear loops of the mask behind his ear, he sighed, “Here I go. Wish me luck.”

Pulling out your wallet, you passed Seonghwa the money, “Here’s some money to buy the chicken. Be careful.” You said.

Mingi and Wooyoung used the knives to cut clean pieces of the vegetables off and set them into a small side dish. Hongjoong did his job perfectly, watching as everything unfolded. And beside Yeosang, you boiled the noodles just the way San likes. And once Jongho returned, carrying the chickens and Seonghwa opening the door, the broth and noodles were ready for everything.

Mixing the chicken into the broth and vegetables, you also used a spoon to try some, “Oh, it’s good!” You dipped your spoon into the soup again, and turned to Yeosang to taste it, your hand underneath it to catch any spills.

“It is good. Wow, we’re great cooks.” Yeosang held his chest, smiling.

“Let me try, let me try,” Mingi cheered, standing beside you to take the spoon into his mouth, “We should become a 8 member chef group.”

You chuckled, using a ladle to pour some of the soup into a bowl, “There’s some left if you all would like some. You don’t have to wait.” You grabbed a spoon and some chopsticks, and of course, the ice pack and moved to lightly knocked on the door.

“Come in.” San’s hoarse voice could barely be heard.

Using your hand to open the door, you smiled at San, “Here’s your soup. And your ice pack.” You climbed the ladder, “I see Yunho fell asleep.”

San smiled, “Yea, he came in and talked with me for a while, but after that he fell asleep.” He used to spoon dip into the broth and sipped it, “This is really good! Did you make it all yourself?”

“No, some of the boys helped.” You sat beside him, holding the ice pack to his forehead, “I’m sorry you got sick. It must be hard for you to be sick when you’re working on a new song.”

He nodded, “It is. Hongjoong said that he’ll let me go after everyone else has their parts done, so I have time to get better.” He sipped the broth, and used the chopstick to grab some of the noodles, “Thank you for coming here to take care of me. The guys were all avoiding me, I didn’t know if I would ever get better.” He turned to you, smiling.

You chuckled, “How sweet. I’ll always take care if you need me to.”

San blushed and finished off his soup, pulling you into his arms and kissing your head, “If you get sick after this, I’ll take care of you too.”

[babiewonho]

can u write an essay on kihyun now please don't just saw beat root thanks QUEEN uwu

kihyun’s personality is so funny and contradictory to me lmao like he has such a big personality and um wow i just got distracted bc i put on drew barrymore by sza and it was playing at half speed bc i just played the COME GET YALL JUICE vine at half speed but anyways

first and foremost i think kihyun is very Capable like kihyun is like. so good at being an adult like he just knows how to do everything it’s so weird it’s like he was born just Knowin. like he’s just so confident and he’s good at speaking most of the time and like he said he would go to vocal lessons while working two jobs that weren’t even close to each other like he’d have to take the train and he’s so determined even going to school like he’s been doing while promoting as an idol like he just has a really type a personality and he wants to be good at everything and he has the drive to achieve that as much as any human can it’s very respectable and imo a very attractive quality like i feel like if i asked him how to do anything he’d know for some reason

he’s very charming and he knows it and sometimes it’s greasy LMAO like when they had to do the pick up lines in that video and mx were dying in the bg but it’s very effective i think that’s really good for networking etc and he’s so friendly to other ppl he acts like he already knows them but he isn’t like…overstepping boundaries which is imo the way to become friends with someone wh said one time that to get close with ppl you just have to act close i think and that’s what kihyun does he seems very sociable and friendly and easy to talk to like he makes an effort to keep the conversation going and get on the speaker’s level/help them understand the topic 

tying in with him being rly capable he’s so good at cleaning n cooking like why is he so damn responsible lmao share some of those skills w/ me…wtf…but like wow that’s rly a whole adult i bet he even does his taxes on time but he takes his work so seriously and like he’s not even a dancer but he puts so much focus n energy into dance and it shows he’s so impressive…i…i hate it

so! i think what makes ppl misunderstand kihyun is he has this weird like…sharp outside/soft inside thing going on…coughs tsundere   but by that i mean  he’s not Genuinely mean   but he plays along well with others esp 93 line they have a very cozy n roasty dynamic going on and he’s quick to tease others in a friendly way unfortunately ppl take that as ONE personality archetype the “savage” just like shakespeare invented and that ONE personality trait supercedes ALL OTHERS n suddenly kihyun hates everyone like false…hello he’s just bein a scorpio (he’s born n like the First day of saggitarius but he himself has said he’s a scorpio n the time he was born rly indicates that so im just going with scorpio these   are the Facts) he ALSO…isn’t very comfortable with “mushy” stuff he’s fine giving compliments but when they get into genuine emotional things it’s not that he gets weirded out  it’s more like   it’s okay until He has to get mushy abt his own feelings at least from what i noticed

i was actually surprised bc kihyun is somewhat easily embarrassed and i didn’t expect him to be so nurturing on an emotional level like hugging changkyun when he cried, he sympathy cries w/ wonho lmao, comforting wonho when he cried during that one v live. i thought he’d be more of a supportive but awkward type in that situation but he actually empathizes really well. that’s why i think kihyun’s personality is so like  contrary there’s all these traits that seem to be the opposite of each other but melt together just fine in his personality

but he actually has a very nourishing presence he just seems to have like a different rule for himself and he doesn’t like to get all deep or w/e that’s so scorpio of him…it embarrasses him lol he doesn’t like emotional vulnerability if he thinks it opens him up in a negative way but here he goes again with the contradictions- he’s emotionally open with children and pets. he’s amazing with children and animals n feels a lot of love n affection towards them as well as the members but honestly i’ve practically raised my little brother from infancy to like four years old and i have very high standards for child care but kihyun takes such pride in his work as always n he luvs the Babies so he is very mm meticulous abt it. i got stressed when the kid’s heads weren’t supports while getting sleepy in their chairs n then the moment i got stressed kihyun’s hand wld fly out to support their heads and he held them and esp the sick babie :(( even when he cried kihyun didn’t get panicked as many ppl too and hand him off to one of the more experienced ladies he comforted the babie n held it n also

during mxray season 2 when they met the kids again he got all worried abt i cant remember which kid it was…jongwon! i think he was worried shownu wld hurt him by accident in the bounce house thingie lmao which i was worried abt too so he was like be gentler and my heart…she soared he rly cares abt them :(( in a very genuine way n also! at the batting cages v live there were kitties and he, wonho, and ck were worried abt them getting hurt. he’s just a very caring n loving person and he does engage in a lot of skinship like they said on the psychology analysis part of mxray but i think rather than physical affection he shows love through actions like waking the members up and finding stuff for wonho etc ordering the other members around n leading them in the right direction he definitely has a BIG leadership quality n a desire to be in control but he doesn’t let himself like usurp shownu’s position lmao he just relishes the times when he gets power

i always say it’s more like shownu, minhyuk, and kihyun are three coleaders and i think they all compliment each other extremely well and kihyun is a rly good mc esp in things like mon happy radio he and minhyuk are rly entertaining and work together really well which is rly cool

he rly rly loves the members in a very fond way they make him smile a lot and what i think is so funny is i think kihyun originally has more of a tendency in situations like that there’s something historically in comedy called a “straight man” (i know) where someone else acts like an idiot and this person basically doesnt find it amusing n acts serious or upset kasjfsf and i thought kihyun wld be like that but i think mx just has such a goofy energy and kihyun often engages in the goofiness but that seems to me like something that probably changed when he met the boys i can’t seem him being like that arnd other ppl but i think he’s very fond of their dynamic and embraces it now like he laughs in this Specific way when the members all get Ridiculous like he’s in fond disbelief like when they kept singing the UFC song!!! in no exit like he’s lovingly saying “these idiots” in his head it’s really cute tbh he’s just very often Fondly Exasperated like when mh ate the whipped cream at the end of that one vid/when ck ate food of the plates from other ppl in mxray you can just tell he has so much love for his members 

as for his relationship with 93 line that’s just pure love n friendship to the point of comfortably making fun of each other n i really hate when ppl act like it’s genuine hatred bc you can’t make jokes like that with people if you genuinely dislike them they’re just all three very comfortable with and fond of each others and build off each other very well comedically and the teams switch up as to who is making fun of who and like?? if they rly hated each other things like mon happy radio with mh and kh and the times when mh was absent and hw was the replacement would be possible. they get along fine for that and it’s like an HOUR long of just them together and they make jokes and they compliment each other like anyone with more than 2 brain cells knows they don’t actually hate each other but :) had 2 say that

CAPABILITY ASIDE kihyun has these moments of hilarious like…airheadedness   as demonstrated in aleena’s amazing gifset of kihyun being dumb. he’s so smart but he just lapses on the most ridiculous things aksjfasf it’s so funny  kihyun, staring at a seatbelt: does this go around my neck   is this the Neck Belt  Oh..  just youthful naivete which the other members bring up sometimes n his face when they got their first win :(( cld it be…kihyun is a soft babie!! it Cld !! :D

also vocal wise i’m not a Professional or anything but he’s rly one of the best vocals in kpop like breath support and not singing with strained notes and vocal agility he’s just so good he and shownu are actually different imo than a lot of kpop vocals who just sing n half of it’s like  rhythmic yelling lmao like he and shownu can both sing BALLADS well and with CONTROL they’re so incredible and kihyun has a pretty wide range imo it’s very healthy singing with lots of support 

anyways i wrote WAY more than i thought i was gonna be able to abt him there’s deadass like 1.7k words right here lmao like yall readin this? eyes emoji anyways i hope this makes some sense it’s 4 am…anyways i think kihyun’s personality is fascinating and i feel like i have quite a few personality traits in common with him but also i wanna arm wrestle him so damn bad im not even reading back through this and checking it’s too much LMAO

[chipsandwaffles]

Imagine a poly relationship with Taeyong and Johnny

Anon said: Hey! Can i request how a poly relationship with Johnny and Taeyong would be like? They're both my bias and i love them so much omg Thank you ♡

i hope this is too your liking anonnie ^^ enjoy

This is probably a very, VERY loving relationship. Johnny and Taeyong both have nothing but love to give, so being in the middle of that is just love all around.

You were probably the one who gave them the idea, because you liked both and couldn’t just date one of them, and Johnny being the American boy he is was probs all for it

Taeyong was probably a little more cautious because he’s possessive? In a sense in where sharing you with someone else makes him get self-conscious because he might think he’s not enough and all that self-depreciating shit.

So after having him think it over and some convincing you do the thing! You get together you make that shit official (as official as one can be when they’re idols)

And thus starts love city

Seriously, Taeyong is this fluffball who just wants to treat whoever he’s with to all the love he can give, which includes kisses and cuddles and hugs at all points he can get his hands on you. And then there’s Johnny who, when dating someone, I’m sure all he wants to do is just have you in his arms so he can hold you and just shower you with affection so you could just be sitting in the practice room and you’re sitting between Johnny’s legs and then Taeyong is probably sitting between your legs or holding your hand or has his head in your lap like.

They just need to be touching you all the time.

The cuddles with these two would be the best, TRULY as well. They’re either both holding you, with Johnny behind you and Taeyong in front of you with his body just pressed against yours. Or Johnny is holding you and you’re holding Taeyong because fuck knows he needs all the holding. Or Taeyong might be behind you and you’re snuggled up to Johnny.

Sometimes you wake up from a cuddle nap just squished between them and you’re like “work? School? Responsibilities? What are those all I need are cuddles” so you pass the fuck back out.

If you’re not squished between these two often, then you must be doing something else that doesn’t involve them. Being squished (with love) is where they would keep you at all times.

And the KISSES would be. Everywhere and constant.

Taeyong would pepper you with kisses daily and Johnny would be that cheeseball that just kisses your head or your hand like all the time so you just get random kisses whenever you see each other because what are lips for if not eating with or giving kisses. You could just be sitting there too doing absolutely nothing and then BAM. Sudden kiss attack.

Speaking of kisses ;) make outs would be all over but probably not together unless talked with beforehand just. because they probably both don’t want you being pulled away to make out with the other. Together time with you is great but one and one time is also needed as well.

Especially when you cuddle together, do shit like go out and watch movies, eating, like all that shit is done together so sometimes they just need one on one time with you which is perfectly okay uwu

Even dates sometimes should be one on one, because you are dating both of them so you probably have a date with each one of them weekly. Gotta get that alone time when they got the chance

There also probably isn’t a lot of fighting? If there’s a fight, it’s probably once in a blue moon or because Taeyong got jelly over something or maybe Johnny left his shit somewhere and Taeyong is like “CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF” and you probs have to break it up because they started throwing clothes at each other like the children they are.

But really fights don’t happen. Johnny is chill most of the time, and Taeyong, unless he gets jelly, is probably chill as well. They’d rather be showering you with their love and affection instead of fighting with you (or each other)

And if there is a fight usually it ends quickly because seriously, why fight when you can be cuddling or something.

Though, I’m sure sometimes there’d also be those bad days when Taeyong gets it in his head that maybe he’s not good enough for you and Johnny is better than him and all that, so then you and Johnny would have to comfort him and tell him that he and Johnny weren’t competing for you or anything it was just you having two boyfriends who were equals and all that.

Taeyong did things you liked and Johnny did things you like and they were different but still equals and no one was better than anyone.

And then cuddles afterwards because Taeyong needed all the cuddles really.

Also, if you wanted, there could be some fun nasty times ;)

Usually, they’d probably like fucking you separately, without the other around, BUT, if you wanted, they would fuck you together.

Which I’m sure would be, interesting considering Taeyong is a secret freak and Johnny is not that much of a freak. It’d just be interesting but of course, pleasurable.

But really, most of the time it’d be separately.

Really, sometimes things are just better one on one.

But, even so, lots of this relationship would be full of love and affection and kisses and cuddles and cute dates

And you’d bring them food at practice and they could pick you up from work or school or whatever you’re doing

Also you’d never go hungry because ty is cook extraordinaire and Johnny knows how to cook if he’s got a recipe in front of him AND ALSO BECAUSE THEY’D LOVE TO TREAT YOU ALWAYS. They would just treat you to your favorite meals always.

This would be such a good and healthy relationship TRULY.

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Please please pleeeaseee I love my girl Tyreen I just want to see some nice things about her uwu just.. ah, idk, just tell me if you got any ideas about nice and kind (or maybe something cute? You can't tell me she's not like that sometimes even if its SUPER rare) things that Ty would do when nobody was around. (Let's give her some love too, pls)

The Tyreen that exists in private or with her brother in earlier COV eras, is a very different being to the persona she fronts for others.

Source : Joseffyne Robinson, check out their fantastic art

Within my AU and early/mid COV:

Ty’s natural speaking manner is well enunciated and smooth, without her lilting singsong habit you hear during broadcasts, or her streameresque emphasis on short, punchy words in a sentence.

She and her twin have a touch of their father’s accent that’s generally only audible during emotional moments like when highly amused or very angry, but her default speaking tone is calm and direct with a slight bite to her T’s.

Leda passed on her enunciation and vocabulary through lessons to the twins as she wholeheartedly believed the family would leave Nekrotafeyo at some point, and thought the kids would do well to be understandable anywhere they visited with neutral and clear accents.

Tyreen’s left hand is damaged from a long term injury since her childhood, and the white glove she wears is more to hide what she perceives as a weakness than to protect others from her powers. Cloth does practically nothing to prevent The Leech consuming what she touches, a lesson she learned the hard way in the childhood trauma that lead to her fingers being crushed.

She has regular mobility but the knuckles and back of her hand are noticeably scarred and can get painful in the joints during stormy weather. 

The only person aware of this issue is her twin, and she often seeks him out on nights when the pain is bad. His hand is big, strong, and practiced at massaging out the burn of the dull ache in her knuckles.

Sitting together watching bullshit on a massive echofeed in their shared cloister while he squeezes and cracks the joints for her is one of the shared unspoken bonding activities that continue all the way till late COV (though extremely rarely).

Ty is obsessed with shitty romcom movies. It doesn’t matter how low their EchoCritic score is, it doesn’t matter how scathing the reviews, she has watched it and enjoyed it. The worse, the better. 

She knows deep down that she’s living vicariously through them, but it’s not something she wants to waste her time thinking about in too much depth.

Has an encyclopedic knowledge of terrible quotes from said movies and enjoys dropping them randomly in streams (much to Troy’s absolute disgust as he gestures violently at the script she’s deviating from while he stands off camera), and then likes to follow up on what viewers are saying online. Who noticed, who watched the crap that one was from, who’s arguing over if she’s doing it ironically or not.

Lives for drama, and it doesn’t have to be the vicious kind. These kind of fun little nods to fans who are paying attention give her a buzz that’s.. nice! It actually feels like being part of something innocent? Normal? It feels like being part of something she’s welcome within as a peer rather than… Well. Rather than being the thing being worshipped.

Ty is very messy and her living quarters are rarely anything but a state. It’s not that she want’s them to be like this, it’s just that no matter how tidy she tries to be, she always seem to somehow end up with more mess. If she spends an hour focusing on cleaning up her bedchamber, she will walk into a living quarter that is somehow worse than before she started, and it eventually overwhelms her to the point of frustration.

(Troy has automated a routine with his ship’s service bots to maintain her personal quarters as well after giving up on her ever breaking out of this cycle, to which she is very thankful for.)

Bites her nails when nervous or worried, and can do so till the point they bleed. She’s never been able to break out of this habit and isn’t proud of it. It’s a remnant of her time with Typhon and a little reminder of him whenever she catches herself gnawing on a nail edge, and she hates that she can’t stop.

Her duties as God Queen take up almost all her spare time. If she’s not live streaming then she’s taking offerings, or doling out punishment to penitent worshippers desperate to be smote by her touch, or sitting in boring ass meetings with corporate sleezebags while Troy works them over. Smirking between fingers as she rests her chin in her hand, watching as her silver tongued twin lets them think they have the upper hand in the dealings, till suddenly they don’t.

In her wind down time she’s either watching movies in comfy indoor clothes, tank tops and shorts, or indulging her actual hobby. Tyreen Calypso spends a lot of time making soap.

The optional luxury of bathing was one of the first things she can remember being shocked by when they landed on Pandora. They had been hygienic on Nekro, as much as possible, but washing there was heating water over the ancient holo stove the family used for cooking, then scouring yourself with that nasty-ass soap Grouse made out of animal fat every few days.

There was nothing enjoyable about it, it was a chore that had to be done, same as cleaning clothes or cookware, so when she had her first bath in a bathroom with three (3) different liquids that smelled great that she could use to clean her hair??? Mind. Blown.

Soon as she had her own ship, she filled the bathroom with soaps, ointments, anything that smelled good and felt good and let her melt in her bath for hours on end. It was only a couple of months later when Troy offhandedly mentioned she “Could just make that stuff yourself, ya know. Loads of echo tutorials on it. Might be fun.” And Ty’s brain popped.

She could do it herself. The herbs, spices, and oils she used were dried or refined, nothing was alive, nothing would wilt at her touch, and it became an enjoyable messy hobby for her to play with when the mood hit. 

She flutters her eyelashes at any comments on her scent ever since, because she made it and damn straight it’s delicious. She gifts Troy little bars based on his own tastes often too, it’s a wordless way to make clear she values the work he puts in for their cause. 

Tyreen sways towards warm citrus. Sharp grapefruit and black pepper, rose and patchouli, pomelo and juniper. She’s inviting and hot to scent. Troy prefers cleaner, spiced smells. Bergamot and sandalwood, ceder and seasalt, lemongrass and witch-hazel. She takes genuine pride in noting when he’s been using something she made for him over what he’d usually buy.

Her hair is naturally a very deep brown as opposed to black like her twin’s is, she doesn’t enjoy the upkeep for her white bleached style but it’s part of her aesthetic at this point, and her God Queen aesthetic is worth any price.

Asks are Open!