#happy wille makes me happy! 🥰💜

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

Wille Smiles or his Simon's amazing, I really like him smiles ❤️❤️

[kingofbodyrolls]

BTS fic recs: 2021

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fics post 💜

Also, most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.

BTS fic rec index 💜

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, personal favorites = 💯. 

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💜Yoongi💜

⭐The Landlord 💯 by @ppersonna

// myg x f.reader // landlord!yoongi // 🥵😂

📝 your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave.  good thing your hot landlord, Yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have.

🗨️ HOT HOT HOT, fucking FIRE 🔥🔥🥵

💜Jimin💜

⭐No Strings [completed series] 💯 by @kpopfanfictrash

// pjm x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

⭐Him After All by @mercurygguk

// pjm x f.reader // s2l // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 A guy you’ve never met before scoops in and saves you from a very embarrassing situation and you can’t help but notice how cute he is.

⭐Cherry Flavored 💯 by @ppersonna

// pjm x f.reader // office!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 When a secret admirer begins to leave messages and treats on your desk at work, your mind runs wild with 'who-dun-it’s. you’ll stop at nothing to determine the identity.

🗨️ This is just utterly sweet! 🥰

⭐Physical 💯 by @ppersonna

// pjm x f.reader // fitness instructor!jimin // 🥵🥰😂

📝 You can't seem to escape the sexy fitness instructor that seemingly is everywhere you turn. it’s enough to make you irrational.

⭐Unicorn Ride 💯 by @missgeniality

// pjm x f.reader // s2? // 🥵

📝 Hunting men down at a club is inviting disappointment with open arms. But tonight, your body has been twisted, turned and bent on every possible surface, and you might be willing to reconsider. 

🗨️ I need to take a shower now ‘kay byeeeee 🥵 The dialogue, the writing, WORDS, smut – I… I’m slightly speechless. THIS IS FUCKING GOLD! If you don’t read this gem of a fic, I don’t know what you are doing with your life but then you are missing out.

⭐Chem Miss by @kpopfanfictrash

// pjm x f.reader // university!au, TA!jimin // 🥵

📝 “You’re my TA. I’m in your class. I’m sure you don’t want to spend your Saturday night talking to me about biochem.”

💜Jungkook💜

⭐Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates 💯 by @ot7always

// jjk x f.reader // college!au, roommates!au // 🥰🥵

📝 What do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with Jeon Jungkook - S tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? Fuck him, you guess.

⭐Mind in the Gutter by @kpopfanfictrash

// jjk x f.reader // bowling!au, workplace!au, romcom, s2l  // 🥵😂

📝 Starting over is never fun. Especially not when you decide to take the phrase fully to heart; new job, new city, new coworkers and new relationships. When you are dragged to a happy hour by your new co-worker, Taehyung, you end up sitting beside a (very) cute, (very) shy IT worker named Jungkook. Several drinks later, he mentions he is in a professional bowling league with his friends and you rather enthusiastically invite yourself along. As time passes and you begin to grow closer, you still find it impossible to read Jungkook. Working in the same company and seeing each other so often, it is only so long before one of you snaps. But who?

⭐Banana Milk by @kimnjss

// jjk x f.reader // s2l // 🥵

📝 Sent to the grocery store in the middle of the day, you’d never believe who you ran into in the milk aisle. 

⭐A Date with Destiny by @missgeniality

// jjk x f.reader // idol!au, s2l // 🥵🥰😂

📝 You are a boss lady in the tech industry traveling to world for work. He is a chart-topping artist touring the globe to perform in front of millions of fans. In the cosmos of life, you are not likely to cross paths. Luckily, fate has a different plan for you two.

⭐McD*ckin 💯 by @jinned

// jjk x f.reader // slice of life, fast food worker!jk, customer!reader, s2l // 🥵😂

📝 “So, if I’m so predictable,” you tease, running your finger along his clothed chest, “what am I going to do next?”

🗨️ I’d like to order a McChicken please 🙋🏾‍♀️🥵💦 this was funny, and actually made me laugh like a freak at some points 🤣 also the second hand embarrassment 😳🙈 It really cheered me up. I really liked the ordering menu when reader arrived 🙈🤭 also the ending, which was unexpected for me, but I quite liked it because it wasn’t “super happy and lovey dovey” like most of the stories I read, but still open 😊

⭐Caught Me 💯 by @jeongi

// jjk x f.reader // roommate!au, e2l // 🥵😂

📝 You hate your temporary roommate, jungkook and it doesn’t help that he’s been catching you at the most inconvenient of times.

🗨️ This is a fucking MASTERPIECE 💖 I love the banter and comedy, how JK gets on readers nerves 😂 I love absolutely every fucking thing about this and don’t get me started on the smut 🔥🔥 🔥

⭐Anpanman 💯 by @honeymoonjin

// jjk x f.reader // bf2l // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Your best friend jungkook finally convinces you to seek therapy for your failing mental health. the only catch? the one therapist that’s within your price range is an alternative marriage counsellor, jung hoseok, and the only way jungkook managed to get you an appointment was by saying the two of you were married. will couples counselling actually be useful for your wellbeing, or will something that runs much deeper rise to the surface instead?

⭐By its Cover by @gimmesumsuga

// jjk x f.reader // 🥵

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AN: I am posting this in august 2023, but dating the post back to some time in 2021 😆

Borahae 💜

[forever-rogue]

I don't know if you're still writing for Frankie morales 🥺 but can I request a fic of you getting him flowers? Maybe after he mentions he's never been given them by an s/o, or the reader does it just because? 💜

AN | We always love Frankie in this house🥰 And I realized I read this prompt backwards, so it’s Frankie getting flowers for reader, but I hope you still enjoy!

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Mentions of Pregnant!Reader

Word Count | 3.1k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

Daffodils for new beginnings 

You were practically buzzing with excited energy as you pulled on your shoes and put in your earrings, waiting for Frankie to show up and pick you up for your date. It was only your third date, but you really liked him already. There was something about him that was so warm and inviting; he made you feel comfortable and safe. He was smart and funny, kind, and on top of it all he was extremely handsome. 

You weren’t sure exactly what you were expecting after having been single for so long. You didn’t know if this was going to last until you had sex and then you’d mutually call it a day or if this was something both of you wanted to last. You already liked him a lot, you were willing to admit that, and hoped it would be something that could potentially last. When your friend had set you up on a blind date with Frankie, you’d been vehemently against it, but the moment you saw him waiting for you, a bouquet of flowers in his hand, you decided maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. 

Turns out you were right. As soon as you heard your doorbell ring, you yelped in nervous excitement. You took a minute to calm yourself before slowly walking to the door, listening to your heels click on the hardwood. You opened the door and found Frankie on the other side, a pretty smile on his face - the one you already loved that showed his dimple and made his eyes all crinkly - and another bouquet of daffodils in his hand. Your face lit up with happiness; no one had ever gotten you flowers before and here he was, presenting you with beautiful ones for a second time. 

“Hi Cielo,” you could tell he was nervous as he held the flowers out to you. He looked you over, his eyes widening when he looked at the pretty sundress you were wearing, “you look beautiful.”

“Hi Frankie,” and oh. Your smile made his knees weak as he could see you looking him over, admiring his well fitting jeans and button down. You really liked the salt and pepper that was starting to fleck his beard and hair. It made him look oh so very handsome, “it’s so good to see you again. You look very handsome yourself!”

“It’s good to see you too,” he held out the flowers to you, which you eagerly took, “these are for you. Not nearly as pretty as you are, but I hope you like them.”

“I love them,” you promised softly, the familiar prickling of tears at the back of your eyes. You held them to your chest, inhaling their sweet scent, “do you want to come in for a moment? I just want to put these in some water and then I’ll be ready to go.”

“Of course,” shyly following you inside, he padded along to the kitchen, looking around your house with curious eyes. It wasn’t that he was necessarily nosey, but he liked getting an intimate and personal look into your life. There were lots of pictures and other personal touches around and it all worked to make him smile. He hadn’t realized that he’d stopped to study some of them until he heard you calling him from the kitchen. He snapped back into reality and trailed after you, “sorry,”

“No need to apologize,” you grabbed a vase from the cabinet and poured in some water, vinegar, and sugar before adding the flowers, “there we go. They’re lovely. You know, no one’s really gotten flowers for me before. Well, before now. But I…really appreciate it.”

Frankie’s cheeks flushed to a pretty pink as he nodded. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this nervous, more like a boy rather than a grown man, “I’ll make sure you always have some flowers.”

It was a promise he intended on keeping.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

Tulips for devotion 

You hummed to yourself, moving around Frankie’s kitchen as you finished up dinner. Frankie was picking up a few things at the store, promising he’d be back soon. You liked being at this place, spending any time with him you could honestly. Most nights these days he was either at yours or you were at his. These days it often made you wonder if the two of you were going to take the next step in your relationship and think about moving in together. The idea alone was enough to make your heart flutter with happiness. 

“I’m back,” you heard the door open and close followed by the sound of his warm voice. You listened to him kick off his boots before he came down the hall and into the kitchen. You found him holding something behind his back and raised your eyebrows in question, “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Frankie-”

“Ta da!” He pulled out a giant arrangement of tulips, all different beautiful colors. You stopped what you were doing, quickly wiping your hands on the tea towel before turning to him with wide eyes, “some flowers for my Cielo.”

“Francisco,” you took them from him, setting them down before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into you. You heard his warm chuckle deep in his chest as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “they’re beautiful. I love them - I love you. So much.”

“I love you,” his strong arms wrapped around your waist and he hugged you tightly to his chest, rubbing your back soothingly, “I’m glad you like them.”

“You spoil me,” you pulled back before leaning up and peppering his handsome face in soft kisses. He put his hands on top of yours where you had placed them on his face, taking them in his and bringing them to his lips to press soft kisses to your knuckles.

“I like doing it,” he insisted softly, “it’s not like you don’t do the same to me, Cielo. But I am glad you like them. And whatever you’re cooking smells delicious.”

“Yeah?” you asked softly as he nodded happily, “that’s because it’s all your favorites, Frankie. I figured it was the least I could do - you had a long, hard week.”

“You’re perfect,” he playfully groaned as he clutched at his heart, “anything I can do to help?”

“Grab some plates and silverware please,” you patted his chest, giving him one last kiss before turning to put your new flowers into a vase. He’d promised you, early on in your relationship, that he was always going to make sure you had some flowers. He’d made sure to live up to that promise.

You really enjoyed evenings spent with Frankie. The two of you sat at the small table in his kitchen, talking about anything and everything that crossed your minds. Everything came so easily with him; it had never felt like this with anyone else before. That’s one of the many ways you knew he was the one for you. 

“Listen,” Frankie pulled you out of thoughts as he leaned back in his chair and gave you a serious look. A bundle of nerves settled in your tummy as you grew nervous. He sounded so serious that it made you wonder what he could possibly bring up. Your first thought was that he was going to break up with you; but nothing in his actions or words suggested that. He must have read your mind because he shook his head softly at you, “it’s nothing bad, I promise.”

“I wasn’t…worried.”

“Oh baby, you were totally panicking,” he snickered in amusement, gently leaning forward to poke your cheek, “I know you better than you think. You can’t hide your emotions whatsoever.”

“It’s both my best and worst trait,” you admitted sheepishly, “but out with it! You’re making me nervous.”

“I’ve been thinking,” it was his turn to seem nervous as you watched him intently, “we’ve been dating for some time now, and we spend a lot of time either here or at your place. And I think it just doesn’t make sense for us to keep going back and forth between two places, you know. I was thinking that maybe we could start…thinking about moving in together.”

“Oh,” you looked at him with wide doe eyes and he grew worried at your simple response. Maybe this wasn’t something you’d wanted after all.

“Oh?” he repeated, his voice small and anxious, “that doesn’t sound too good.”

“N-no,” you shook your head quickly, “it’s just that…I was thinking about the same thing earlier today.”

“Really?” his pretty brown eyes lit up as you nodded and the most dopey and lovesick smile worked its way onto his face, “and umm…what did you think about the idea?”

“Judging by the fact that we’re both here right now, I think you know,” you teased, reaching for his hand across the table, giving his much larger hand a squeeze, “I’d love for us to move in together, Frankie.”

“Yeah?” his little question was so soft that you couldn’t help but laugh warmly; the sound went straight to his heart.

“Yeah,” you promised, “there’s nothing I’d love more than to make a home with you, Francisco Morales.”

“Me too, Cielo,” he whispered softly, “me too.”

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Calla Lillies for beauty

You groaned as you walked out of the bathroom for what seemed like the millionth that day, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You were tired as you’d ever been and felt disgusting. The women that made pregnancy seem magical and wonderful were a completely different kind of woman, you’d decided. You were barely scraping by most days. 

You dragged yourself into the kitchen, hoping that a cup of tea would settle your stomach. But as soon as you walked in the room, you spotted a huge vase of calla lilies on the counter, causing you to pause as a wave of emotion washed over you. You went over to them, touching over some of the soft blooms as you tried not to cry.

“Cielo?” you turned around and found Frankie standing in the doorway with a worried look on his face, “sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“What are these for?” you sniffled and pointed at the flowers, “they weren’t here this morning when I got up!”

“Do you not like them?” he grew worried that somehow he’d gotten you the one type of flower you didn’t like for some reason. He walked over to you and tenderly put his hands on your shoulders, “I just wanted to get you a little something, that’s all. I can get you different ones.”

“No,” you shook your head, looked up at him with teary eyes, “I love them. They’re so beautiful. I…I don’t deserve you, Frankie.”

“Of course you do,” he let out a small sigh of relief when he realized you weren’t mad after all - just hormonal. Not that he blamed you of course, “if anything I don’t deserve you, Cielo. I love you, yeah?”

“I know,” your expression softened when he tenderly brushed away the few tears that had rolled down your cheeks, “love you too, Frankie. ‘m sorry I’m being like this. I just feel so…horrible right now.”

“I’m sorry,” his voice was tender as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I wish I could make it all better for you. Is there anything I can do? Can I make you something to eat or drink? Bath? Nap? But just so you know, you’re still the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“All of that,” you gave him a little smile as you perked up, “but you don’t need to do anything special - or flatter me. I know you have things to do. I’ll be okay, Frankie.”

“Nonsense,” he tutted lightly as you beamed brighter than the golden sunshine, “there’s nothing I’d rather do than spend time with you. And, if it’s any consolation, you should start feeling better soon. Apparently, at least from what I’ve read, it gets much better after the first trimester. And you’re almost there.”

“You know the fact that you’ve done as much reading and research as me during this pregnancy is both incredibly sexy, and heartwarming,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek, watching him blush as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, “I’m so lucky to have you, Frankie. I’m glad…you know, I never knew if I really wanted children before. But with you, I knew.”

“Me too,” he admitted sheepishly as the two of you exchanged shy smiles, “I wasn’t sure either…it kind of seemed like a thing I’d never have myself. But then I met you and….everything changed. 

“For the better I hope,” your little question had him laughing warmly at you. He gave you a gentle squeeze, ever so careful to make sure not to squeeze too tightly, despite the fact that you insisted that he wouldn’t harm the baby. 

“As if that’s even a question,” he playfully rolled his eyes, “now - what first, Cielo? Food, bath, nap?”

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Roses for romance

“Mama?” the small, soft voice of your daughter reached your ears as you turned around to find her peeking at you from behind the counter. You couldn’t help but smile but grin at her little bit of shyness. She was a sweet, sensitive little thing but you adored her gentle nature. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” you crouched down so you were almost eye level with her and held out your arms to her. She padded her way over and let you squish her to your chest. She tried to hug you back as best as possible with her little arms, “what’s up, buttercup?”

“How come you and daddy aren’t married?” she asked softly as you froze and looked at her curiously. She’d never asked you a question like that before and it caught you off guard. Not the question itself offended you or anything, it just came out of the blue.

“Where is this coming from, baby?” you asked her and she shrugged innocently, her big brown eyes wide and nervous. You brushed some of her dark curls out of her face before kissing her cheeks, “we just never got married, that’s all. But that doesn’t mean we love each other any less. Or you. I love you and daddy more than anything in this world.”

“I love you too,” she gave you her best little gapped tooth grin, “would you marry daddy?”

You raised an eyebrow, now extremely curious as to where her questions were coming from, “Daisy….why are you asking me these questions? Did someone say something? Kids at school?”

“No,” she shook her head, giggling softly, “just wanna know.”

“Mhmm,” you shook your head in amusement, “you are something else, kid. But to answer your question, yes, I would marry him. But it really doesn’t change anything, just so you know. We’re always going to love each other, and you.”

“Okay,” she nodded before wiggling her way out of your arms and running back to whatever she had been up before her little interrogation. You let out a small sigh before standing back up to go back to making dinner. But there was an entirely new sight that caught your eye - on the counter was a large, pretty vase filled with different colors of roses. You made a small sound of surprise as you took a step closer and touched a few of the soft petals.

“Hi,” you startled, having been so focused that you didn’t even notice Frankie standing at the other side of the counter. He had a soft smile on his face as blinked back a few tears at the sweet gesture, “surprise.”

“Francisco,” his name fell from your lips like a soft whisper as you walked over to him, looping your arms around his neck before kissing him. It took him by surprise for a moment, but he quickly caught up and kissed you back, not pulling away until you were both breathless. Your smile was brighter than anything he had ever seen, “they’re beautiful. I love you.”

“I love you,” he touched the side of your face, studying you softly, “there’s something else there too. Just have to take a closer look.”

“I…” he put his hands on your shoulders and turned you around so you were facing the flowers. He kissed the top of your head, “what are you up to, Frankie?”

“Nothing,” he was not convincing at all, “nothing at all, Cielo.”

“Mhmm,” but there was a smile on your face as you started to look through the flowers to see what he could possibly be up to, “you’re just as bad as your daughter, you know that?”

“She’s your daughter too!”

“Not right now she’s not,” you jokingly huffed lightly, noticing something tied to one of the long stems. You reached in, careful not to prick yourself as you pick at the small string. When you saw what was attached to it, you felt like your heart was going to stop, “Frankie…”

In your hand was the prettiest ring you had ever seen. It was sparkling and glittering in the light as you turned back to him and held it up in question, as if you didn’t know where this was going. He had the biggest smile on his face as he took the ring from you and gently grabbed your other hand, “well, you told Daisy that you’d marry me, so I think it’s my turn to ask now.”

“Francisco.”

“Listen, Cielo, I know we did things a little backwards with having a kid first, but that’s never meant that I didn’t want to marry you,” he seemed nervous, almost as if he thought there was some conceivable way that you’d possibly say no, “and it doesn’t matter what order we do things in anyway, you know? We’ve always been a family and we’ll always be a family. But I want to do this too, so…will you marry me?”

“Yes,” there wasn’t even a moment of hesitation, “of course, yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He wasted no time in slipping the ring onto your finger, before you pulled him to your lips, kissing him with gentle reverence, “I can’t wait to marry you, baby.”

“Me too,” you grinned and then you paused for a moment and gave him an amused look, “did you put our daughter up to this? Is that why she was asking me all those questions?”

“Maybe…”

“Frankie,” but you were laughing, nothing but affection coloring your tone, “I can’t believe you. Although I suppose I should…it’s very on brand for both of you.”

“It’s because we love you so much,” he grinned as Daisy came back over and hugged your legs, “right Daisy?”

“Right,” she agreed fervently. 

“I love you both too. Endlessly.”

[egg-emperor]

Would you be willing to wear a 1950s housewife outfit for the egg?

Yesss I'd like to dress pretty and get all made up just for him at his command. I'd like to wear the elegant dresses with fun patterns. Eggman would likely want them to be his favorite colors of red and black or another implied enjoyed color of his with pink. He'd probably design some for the colors and patterns he desires, he'd like choosing for me and telling me what to wear. He'd be sure to incorporate his logo in some way, so people would know who I belong to 🥰

Though when made by his design they're unlikely to be modest as they should be because he's really a big pervert about it. So it's certainly not faithful and one of the areas where he doesn't follow the tradition. I mean we've already broken it in the first place, part of the appeal is perverting it in eyes of conservatives by technically living the style they want us but also in the completely wrong way by making it kinky and gay so we clearly already don't mind to not always follow truthfully XD

If I wore more traditional instead of his most desired and designed exaggerated sexy version at times, I can imagine him appearing a bit disappointed when he looks down expecting to see more revealing aspects and pouting because "there's nothing to look at." Until he lifts the skirt of the dress to see something fun under there like lingerie, garter and stockings, thong, etc, as a surprise. Then he's more than okay with me dressing more true to style on the surface

And I have cute matching aprons frills for the dresses to wear, some for cleaning and some for cooking. The dresses have a belt to make my waist look more grabbable to him with his big bear paws when he comes up behind me to check how progress is going when I'm making his food or cleaning the place and to grip when he mounts me. He'd also like for me to wear nylons and would enjoy lifting the skirt and tearing them open to get to me and wouldn't care about having to have buy/make more hehe 🥴

I'd be very happy to know I'm making my handsome husband happy and look the part while he'd be very happy to have trained me to be his perfect housewife in cleaning, cooking, servicing, and looking pretty for him. Fulfilling his fantasy of being the man of the house and coming home after a big day of fighting hedgehogs and conquering the world to an obedient servant who works hard then eagerly awaits, ready to give him all the pampering and intimacy he desires! 💜

[johnica-weeks]

Johnica Week 2024

When is the event? 📆

This year's Johnica Week will start on Thursday 18th January and end on Sunday 21st January! For the first time the event will START on their wedding anniversary and continue throughout the weekend 🥰 But as always, don't worry if you're late! You can keep sending your contributions after the last day, these are simply indicative days to gather all together 💕

Where? 🔎

Here on Tumblr, on AO3 and also on Instagram for visual artists!

💚 Use the tag #JohnicaWeek2024 in your entries here and on Instagram!

📚 > Here is the AO3 COLLECTION where to post your fics! <

💚 Tag @eileen-crys and/or @johnica-weeks in your works so I can read, see and share them!

📚 At the end of the event I’ll make a Tumblr masterlist with all the works!

2020 Masterlist | 2021 Masterlist | 2022 Masterlist | 2023 Masterlist

The Theme 🎁

The 49th Wedding Anniversary comes soon before the huge milestone of the 50 years together, and it's usually represented by various symbols that I added to the prompts: Zircon, Orchids, the color Purple, and luxurious gifts. The main theme of this year's event is GIFTS, the act of giving the partner something material or abstract as an act of selflessness, that can have various meanings and various reactions.

Like all the prompts, it’s up to you to follow the theme or not, consider it just as a general theme that you could build your entries around. I chose some prompts that might fit this theme, that are about gifts as physical objects or as ideas for situations or alternative worldbuildings.

How? 🖼

You're encouraged to join with your preferred creative media or challenge yourself with something new! Fanfictions, drawings, comics, poetry, collages and photo edits, moodboards, anything you like! More in the RULES below.

Like all Ship Weeks, this is a fandom event to share love and creativity related to a particular couple, so be sure to engage with the entries and support all the artists and writers that chose to join! Reblog, leave likes/kudos and comment on the artworks to keep the fandom alive! 💜💖💕💜💖💕

Day 1 • 18 January (Anniversary!)

Flowers: Orchids are symbols of love, beauty, refinement, fertility, strength and resilience, and mature charm.

Surprise gift!

Handmade by the other

Young, poor and happy together

"I've got a loving wife and a couple of kids at home, that'll do me!"

Day 2 • 19 January

The color: Purple can evoke spirituality, mystery, royalty, imagination, compassion, fantasy, wisdom, creativity and sensitivity.

A kinky gift 😏

Concert tickets

Radio interview

“When you love something, you protect it with your entire life. Right now, my guts tell me to do the same.”

Day 3 • 20 January

Gemstone: Zircon zircon is a talisman of travelers. They count on it to lead to a shelter and show the right way. Plus, it is able to protect from injuries. Women used the gem to ease childbirth, drive away evil spirits, enhance health, get wisdom, and attract good luck.

Rejecting a gift

Torn between options

Dreaming and daydreaming

"You remembered something I’d mentioned a million years ago!"

Day 4 • 21 January

Celebration: Luxury the 49th wedding anniversary is the step right before the big 50, also known as the Golden wedding. All the symbols represent the wealth of experience a couple has after being married for nearly five decades. Two people who are willing to work together and compromise and do all the things that make a marriage successful deserve to celebrate with a bit of Luxury.

Matching pyjamas

Spa experience / Pampering one another

Knowing each other like an open book

"Oh my, this must have been expensive!" "Nothing is expensive enough for you, my love."

What can you do? ✒

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[solomons-poison]

Hi! I read your kiss scenarios with Gojo and I'm hooked! 💗 Could you possibly do kiss prompt #15 for him?

Hi hi, I'm glad you liked them!! 💜 thank you for the follow and your kind comments, and certainly, I'm happy to give some more kisses to Gojo~ This is kind of pre-established relationship/confession, wanted to go a bit of a different route 🥰

(Requests now closed upon posting this, but feel free to check out the prompt list linked below!)

Gojo Satoru x GN!reader

♡ sharing a surprise kiss

The moment Gojo invited you out to the aquarium, you knew he was up to something. Not that the man couldn't have a sweet and sincere moment from time to time, but he was famous for getting on your nerves a little. It was his form of affection, honestly, that you'd grown very used to. And he liked to try to invite you on dates on a weekly basis, but given his joking attitude and whimsical ways, you were always too nervous and wary to accept, rejecting him each and every time. He'd find every possible moment to ask: during battles, while teaching, while [he was] being chewed out by the higher ups.

So this was a first, seeing him show up to your apartment with a bouquet of flowers, arms full of morning glories an iridescent blue like his eyes, only covered in sunglasses today. Something nagged in the back of your mind about the meaning of gifting a morning glory, but you were too surprised to think more on the subject at the time. All you could do was thank him, ignoring the heat in your face as you set them up in a vase. Perhaps it was the sweet gesture that made you cave, or perhaps you knew the ache in your heart was something more serious than you were willing to accept. But you managed a quick yes, rushing off to get ready for the outing and missing the giddy look on Gojo's face.

The date itself went surprisingly smooth, Gojo being his usual self and making little jokes about how some of the fish looked, or making up stories about them. He'd even made a distasteful joke about wanting sashimi after the aquarium, a comment that was quickly followed up with a smack to his arm. But you were finding it easy to unwind, probably the most relaxing day you'd had all year. It helped that Gojo always knew exactly how to make you laugh, like he knew you like the back of his hand.

As you two approached the largest room, the shark room, it was easy to fall quiet, simply absorbing the sheer scale of place and the tranquility of the waters. Despite having many people around you, something about the calming blue and slow speed of the sharks made it feel as if you were the only two there. Gojo sidled up beside you, hand bumping yours. Any other time, you would have turned away, but perhaps feeling like you were alone emboldened you both. Someone's pinky linked with the other's, before eventually your hands came together effortlessly, fingers twined together. Your hand felt hot, almost unbearable, but you couldn't stand the thought of letting go.

As you watched on, out of nowhere, the meaning of a morning glory came to mind: affection. It made your heart start racing, putting together what it all meant, what Gojo was trying to tell you. And perhaps Gojo had some kind of sixth sense about your revelation, as his shocking white hair came into view for just a moment before something soft touched your lips. Your brain took a moment to register, but it was natural the way you leaned into him then, like it was meant to be. You still had to seriously consider what you'd do going forward, but for now, you chose to live in this blissful moment and accept his love.

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Send me a type of kiss and a character!

[soleilnomoon]

Hi again! Still absolutely adore your Kid fic from your last event 💜 Never got around to asking for a Sanji one, so here I am again😅 But seriously, congrats on over 550 followers!! Love seeing your blog grow, cause you’re really talented and deserve them all and legit can’t wait til you hit 1k+ 🥰

For the event order, may I please ask for a #1 with my boi Sanji, with anmitsu, konpeito, and keylime pie and with honey, please? 🥹 i hate this but need some sanji angst 😭

I also dunno if these three would work particularly well together for a prompt, so you can choose whatever! just really feeling angst and sanji rn and maybe comfort if you’d like 🥰

Thank you for all your works you’ve done so far 💜💜

hiiii omg haha i loved that fic fr (i'm obsessed w that man!!!) also ily for requesting sanji i don't write him nearly enough 🥰️ but thank you sm!! 😭 making me all soft and i am so so sorry this took forever, as u know i am so slow but!!! i had fun tormenting sanji w the angst ngl 💓💓💓💓 also those were great choices for the prompt, i wanted to write more but it would've been 8k words before i finished and who has time for that (i do, but listen... that's besides the point) ✨

2k words, fem reader (honestly gn too now that i think abt it), sfw (SHOCKING i know), 18+ mdni, a lil bit suggestive but nothing wild, angst angst angst city babey, fluff if you squint, also i gave u comfort bc u deserve it bb 💗(and sanji does too); feat. sanji being in denial forever and ever, mutual pining, fake unrequited love, reader is determined and sanji is a coward; also i made myself sad writing this but a good sad bc sanji deserves happiness and i'll fight oda if he doesn't get it i s2g... (if u see grammar mistakes/spelling errors... no u didn't 💗)

“loving each other began this way: threading / loneliness into loneliness / patiently, our hands trembling and precise.” — yehuda amichai

STEP 01:

what does it take to kill a soul? —

a question that’s posed unironically, without a hint of remorse or tact, the words precise and venomous, slicing through the thick veneer that he’s carefully crafted. he’s never been able to answer that question — not at six years old, not twelve or fifteen, and not at twenty-one. his siblings took pleasure in taunting him with seemingly philosophical questions, ones that clamped down onto his thoughts with heavy shackles.

even after he’s extracted himself from that life, he can’t scrub those memories from his mind — no matter how hard he tries. they sit, still raw and bloody, giving rise to unpleasant emotions that make his stomach churn from so many things left unsaid. he never set out to be a pirate, but piracy has given him the sort of freedom that he could only wish for as a child.

it’s with tender hands, with nimble yet graceful fingers, and with a fastidiousness that puts him in a category of his own, that he creates and creates and creates —

he’s told he’s an artist, which only pushes him to work harder, to be better. and when he asks himself why, he doesn’t have an answer. or, rather, the answer he does have only serves as a punishing reminder that he’ll never be good enough. no matter how many times his crew mates thank him — their emphatic, genuine praise a soft, warm breeze against his heart, gentle caresses that he commits to memory — despair still manages to infiltrate, a darkness choking out what little light he has left inside of him.

STEP 02:

how far are you willing to go to reach the truth? —

when you join the crew, he’s unnerved by your presence, which is wholly unlike him. usually, he’s able to put on his façade of the flirtatious cook, one that’s jovial and sociable, that lives to serve and please those around him. his first conversation with you ends in disaster; he spills the drink he tried to pour for you, despite your insistence that you are perfectly capable of pouring your own drink — and he knows it’s not out of malice, but it cuts into him all the same.

he tries again and again, bringing you little treats that you only agree to eating if he sits and eats with you; confusion eats away at his mind, and when he opens his mouth to decline, you pat the seat next to you and he acquiesces. he sits stiffly, at first, unsure of why he always feels on edge around you — an irritating need to impress you in a way he’s never wanted to for others grows stronger by the day.

you think it’s cute that he always seems flustered around you — that he stumbles over his words, refuses to hold eye contact with you for longer than thirty seconds — you also think it’s cute that the false bravado that he puts on for the world, diminishes immediately the second you come close to him. if he’s skittish, it’s because you always catch him staring at you; despite his quick reflexes, his reactions around you are slow but pure — childish, almost.

lately he’s clumsier and scatterbrained, nearly burning dinner when you decide to keep him company. you lean against the countertop, a teasing smile on your face — the same one that that caused him to bump his forehead against the cabinet door earlier — as you prattle on about a dream you had. he can barely keep up, his eyes drifting from the skillet to your face, gliding around the curve of your cheek, dipping lower in a slow descent along your neck.

he blinks repeatedly when he reaches your clavicle, stunned at his restraint; and it’s only when you call his name loudly that he realizes he’s left the heat on for too long.

“are you okay?” you ask when you see that he’s fussing over how best to save the dish, mouth moving as he quietly mutters to himself. he barely registers your voice, as an insidious one whispers harshly into his ears about his perpetual incompetence and lack of talent.

you can see that he’s retreated even further into his mind, a feat that also leaves you frustrated. you want to shake him but refrain and grab his hand instead. he snaps out of whatever stupor that held him captive just moments ago, lips parting as he sighs softly before glancing down at you.

“thank you.”

the words are quiet, but impactful, as he didn’t think he’d be able to get them out. you let go of his hand too soon, but he doesn’t say anything else, choosing to focus on cooking than embarrassing himself again in front of you.

you take his silence as a silent dismissal, but you don’t fight him on it — it’s bitter, that sort of rejection, and you swallow back your argument with great difficulty.

STEP 03:

what’s the difference between cowardice and self-preservation? —

frustration bubbles underneath his skin when he can’t find where he placed his lighter; he runs a hand through his hair and tugs on impulse, accidentally ripping a few strands from his scalp. they swirl and tumble onto the ground, pathetic in a way — just like me, but he never really says that out loud. he doesn’t hear your footsteps, although you did your best to remain as quiet as possible.

a cigarette sits in between his lips, and he has half a mind to toss it over the railing of the ship, but a warmth suddenly appears in front of him in the form of a flame. you found his lighter on the floor earlier and meant to give it to him, but every time you got closer, he found every excuse to leave. you don’t realize the impact you have on him — not really, anyway — because he’s genuinely surprised that you can’t hear the heavy beats of his heart that grow more intolerable the longer he hangs around you.

always afraid of being found out, he opts to keep his distance. it’s easier this way, he tells himself, better. but he doesn’t quite believe that; the evidence is plain as day when his tongue feels like its grown three sizes in the span of seconds, where his words get lost and forgotten. it’s all your fault, he reasons; you who insists on talking candidly with him, who insists on listening to him ramble about his dreams, who absolutely insists on stubbornly tearing down his walls, steadily chipping away without a care in the world. he looks at you as if you are the source of all his problems, but he also looks at you as if you’re the solution.

the intensity behind his stare makes your hands tremble slightly, it’s a miracle you’ve managed to keep yourself composed for this long. you light the end of his cigarette with ease, as if you’ve done this for him hundreds of times —and place the lighter into his pants pocket afterwards. if he wasn’t so used to you getting in his personal space all the time, he’d retreat immediately. the proximity is almost too much for him, but he doesn’t step back; you take that as a good sign and keep him company for a few minutes.

you don’t care for the smell of smoke, but on him it smells good. you almost tell him that, but instead bite down on your lip and keep your comment at bay, nerves getting the best of you as you nearly choke on the possibility that your feelings won’t be reciprocated.

another time, maybe. cheeks flushed, you turn your face to look elsewhere. although, you wonder if there ever will be another time. with him, you never know.

he’s still trying to figure you out and why he feels a different sort of calm around you; it’s alarming and new, drumming up an irrational fear within him. he doesn’t think he’s deserving of your attention or affection, and he’s convinced himself that you don’t harbor any romantic feelings for him. and why would you?

one by one, his thoughts pummel into him, acerbic and overwhelming. he exhales a sliver of smoke and puts the cigarette out. he gives you a quick, apologetic look before telling you goodnight, the smile on his face is melancholic and barely existent. you don’t dare say a word, keep your lips pressed together stubbornly; exasperated and dejected, you don’t know what’s worse — his inability to lower his guard around you for longer than ten minutes, or your inability to stop yourself from trying to carve pieces of yourself to give to him.

maybe if you helped him fill the gaping holes in his heart, he’d truly understand how you feel.

STEP 04:

if you had to do it all over again, would you do anything differently? —

sleep evades you after that night, and the night after that, and so forth; it gets so bad that you’re yawning in the middle of the day, falling asleep before you can have a cup of coffee or tea. this does not go unnoticed by the others, and after talking with nami, you feel less out of your element and finally can see the parts of sanji that he wants to keep hidden. her advice is simple: approach slowly and with intent; corner him and don’t let him escape.

you bide your time, full confident that you can find a moment to sit down with him and talk this all out. it doesn’t come easy, but franky mysteriously swaps sanji for the night’s watch — something that should strike you as odd, but it’s a small opening that you take without thinking as you hurriedly climb up to the crow’s nest with a renewed sort of energy.

even with his eyes closed, as he sits lazily on the bench with head tilted back against the wall, he knows it’s you.

“go back to bed,” he says firmly, refusing to look at you.

your stubbornness, unfortunately, wins out. “i’m staying.” at that he sits up, his attention completely on you as his eyes widen at your words. he wants to ask you why, but cowardice wins out — again. as his features soften, a flush crawls along his face, lightly painting his cheeks pink. he closes his eyes again, tries to steady his breathing as he counts backwards, only for his efforts to be obliterated with ease the moment you sit next to him.

as your thigh presses against his, you take his hand and on impulse you trace your fingertip along the lines on his palm. he watches you with a morbid fascination that scares him; but then you start to say things like, “you will live a very long life,” and “you are courageous, and you have a big heart.”

a small part of him wants to pull his hand away, so you won’t say anything else — but he remains put, so still that you almost think he’s stopped breathing. your voice is sweet and disarming, even when you carry on this charade of reading his palm. a belated realization hits him forcefully, making him blink several times; it dawns on him that you’ve always been so kind and gentle with him, even when you teased him. he’s spent all this time overthinking and hiding behind his past, that it never occurred to him that he could have simply let you in. you’ve never given him reason to believe that you’d betray or harm him intentionally.

he takes a deep breath, voice a little uneven, “i—”

you lean in close, adoration dripping onto your words as you interrupt him. “hey, have i told you?” the question glides along his skin, the words seeping into him as you continue, the lilt in your voice a honeyed, melodic spell. “you remind me of starlight and the mysteries of space.” your lips brush against his when you tell him that, and a warmth settles into the middle of his chest, makes it hard to focus. he doesn’t think when he curls his fingers around yours and doesn’t think when heleans down to kiss you — tender yet electrifying all the same.

the move disarms you in a way that doesn’t quite make sense to you, so you simply hum in approval and lean your head against his shoulder. a comfortable silence settles around you both, but you don’t mind that at all; it’s nice, not having to tip-toe around him anymore, and the demons that plagued him for so long don’t seem so intimidating with you by his side.

[fbwzoo]

I can't share the 30-some pictures I did with my FB post, going from last December to this December. So I'll just use this one - which I just took after a quick harness training session in which she bounced across half the couch to meet me & wagged for the first 15 seconds, and before she made me put my phone down for a bout of snuggle scritches. 😭🥰

This is such a long post, I'm going to put it under a cut. But today is the 1 year anniversary of Emma coming home to us, and I am FULL of emotions over this little dog. So if you want to read my rambling & think with me how far my baby has come in a year.... read on!

One year of my Emma. 💙💜 I didn't really expect to love this dog so much, velcro dog and all. She is definitively My Dog, and I never had a choice in the matter. I think that was just gonna happen, ever since I first saw her adoption post 1 year & 9 months ago. Every time I saw her posted again, I wanted her. It was meant to be! 🥰

And now I look back on the year & think about it all. We changed a bunch of things in our household for this little dog, and all year, we kept adjusting & improving where it was needed for her & the other animals. I love my family so much, and I'm so grateful to have found these other people who love animals & are so willing to adapt as needed for their happiness too. Everyone in the house agreed to take on a project dog, and everyone stepped up to help her settle in.

It's weird too, bc it often doesn't feel like we've DONE that much. But when I tell someone new about her, or spell it out for myself, I'm reminded that we've done the work, even if it mostly didn't seem like work. And we gave her what we knew we absolutely could, what she needed most - time and space. We went at her pace, let her lead us, and it's been truly amazing to watch her over this year.

Emma has gone from being very worried to terrified about any & all human movements, unable to be pet or touched, quick to be on guard at any small change in position. Terrified of loud noises and too much activity. Barking at Joel to try and make him go away. Pottying in the house on pee pads because outside is scary. Only laying in a lap if the lap was covered with a blanket.

All of that.... to a dog that spends 98% of her time relaxed, happy, and ready to be involved. She greets us with alert barks instead of guarding barks, tail wags, bouncing, and licks (okay, mostly me for some of that but still). Everyone in the house has been able to pet her. She actively loves to be pet by Jack in bed & me anywhere when she wants snuggles. She plays with her dog siblings and with me. She discovered the joys of yard zoomies early on & never looked back - she potty trained faster and better than Spring!

She knows and likes our household routines. She LOVES food, and it's the quickest way to her heart! 😂 But she's learned some manners too, like not snatching food with any opportunity! She's gotten more comfortable being on the floor. She still likes to chew more than our other two, and has gotten really great at managing big emotions by redirecting to a Benebone!

We're not the best at active training, but even so, she makes us & me look good! She's interested now, when the treats come out, and wants to see what to do to get some. She interacts with new objects, she is doing great with harness training.

She has opinions now!!! And she will tell you!!! Especially if they involve dinner time! 😂 I still can't believe she demand barks now, and it's been too cute for us to bother stopping for the most part.

I've thought about goals for her over the next year, and I definitely have some big ones. Continue harness training until I can put it fully on her & take it off. Leash skills & comfort with them. All of that slowly, so slowly leading up to trips out of the house - to do vet happy visits, check out some SniffSpots, and go visit her sister at foster mom's house. I also want to introduce some pattern games to help with all of that.

And we plan to start having people over to the house again! Not sure how often or how many, and we may have to alter pace based on how she does. But she's so often surprised us with her resilience, so I think we'll do okay! (And obviously all visitors will be required to follow rules around my pup, or face the mama bear wrath 😂)

But mostly....I just can't wait for another year with this extremely sweet, loving, exuberant little dog that is working so hard to find her confidence. We're all so very proud of Emma, and love her so much. 💜💙

I also included a thank you to both rescues & Emma's foster mom, for all of their time, work, and hoops to ensure that Emma would be safe. They genuinely gave us all the information we needed to make sure we were prepared, and I am even more grateful for that after seeing how rare our experience is in my fearful dogs group.

[hergrandplan]

Hi hi!! For the Simon ask game 1, 10, 23, 30, and 34 - happy

So glad you're doing it hehe 🥰

Hi!!!!!! I'm happy to be doing it too I love thinking about my blorbos

1. Canon I outright reject

the time he broke up with wille on his birthday okay I am kidding but, as much as I love my boy, and as much as i know that there's no 'right time' to break up with someone, I feel like someone's birthday right after that someone had a mental breakdown is the worst possible time like you couldn't have waited a day??? he still could have gone home without breaking up!! anyways.

idk if there's any other canon about him I outright reject? I mean, maybe the first scene we see of him, where he sings softly until Vincent tells him to speak up? Because the first time I wathed that scene I thought he was already singing really loudly and feeling confident and then Vincent teased him for that so I sang even louder. And I know he's shy but I like the idea that he's confident when singing no matter what, so maybe that?

10. Best moment on screen (or in the book)

Oh he has so many good moments!! also fair warning I haven't watched the show in a Hot minute so I'm probably forgetting one but honestly. that first kiss. like it takes balls to kiss someone when you're not 100% sure on their feelings and then to have the other person say "I'm not like that" and not run away as fast as you can? Like I would have bolted. Left the country and changed my name. But Simon didn't and honestly kudos (side note but if you want to read a fic where this is addressed I highly recommend the latest chapter of @bigalockwood 's Simon's month drabble collection

23. If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?

He'd be a citrussy candle. Like, definitely a bit like satsuma/orange-y, but I think he'd have a very warm, musky smell to him too, one that smells like his abuelita's kitchen in Venezuela. Like a bit of cinnamon or something

30. Sleeping habits

Blanket thief. He's always cold, will always steal the blankets and bundle himself up, but I also think he's a starfish/sprawling kinda dude. Like will lay the enirety of his body over Wille during the night so they also end up in like a tangle in the morning.

34. How they react when they are feeling happy

oooh that's a tough one!!! I find Simon as a character pretty hard to figure out sometimes (there's a reason Suburban Legends is still not updated and the reason is because I can't figure Simon out in it) but overall, I think he's very reserved in most of his emotions. I think when he's happy, he starts grinning like an idiot and ramble about whatever's making him happy when prompted, but I think he tends to keep the real excitement down? But in a way where it's like. He wants to jump up and down and scream it from the roof but he doesn't so hes just buzzing with constant energy

Send me a character + asks 💜

[psychedelic-ink]

🌟。💕。 🍀 。🎁 。🎉 🍾 🌟 ✨。＼｜／。🌺 🎉 Happy 🥰 🎈 🍸 Birthday 🌟 🌟JOELSEPH! 🥂 💜。／｜＼。💎 。🍀。 🌹。🎉。 🤗 。 😊。 🎶

I would love if you'd be willing to make a moodboard off a new Joel series I'm drafting up, here's a little info: It's about 10 years post-outbreak and Joel is a bounty hunter/mercenary. He's assigned to kidnap a lab assistant working on a cure for the cordyceps brain infection. The story follows their cross-country trek with scary infected, different groups of survivors, and eventually their romance!

p.s. I recently joined your discord, I'm so happy to see so many lovely people! have a great day!

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO FREAKING MUCH OH MY GOD

and I'm so happy you're enjoying the server! that makes me super happy, we're happy to have you 💕💕💕

[littlemissmanga]

I decided to be sneaky sneak and go anon 👀

Hello Ms. Yen! I was wondering who you'd pair me with for Valentine's day 🥰

Likes: Art, Knitting/Crochet, Movies, Constant music playing (my life needs a soundtrack), candy, History, driving my friends crazy (lovingly), noodles 😫💜, cuddling and being cozy

Dislikes: mean-aggressive behaviour, partying, veggies, silence, the dark, my thassalophobia 💀🤣, scary movies!

I tend to put a lot of care into my loved ones (friends, family, etc) and try my best to make them happy. I hate when they're upset and will dive in right away to hug them and bring them comforting things. I can be very loud, giggly and bubbly but I can also be very quiet, withdrawn and shy. It really depends on how comfortable I am around an individual but also if I'm in a depressive spell. I have a small to negative tolerance for people being jerks to myself or to my loved ones. Will fight for them on a dime. (Also am totally willing to throw down if someone touches my wheelchair or mobility aid) But I'd rather be happy and cozy and loving than fighting...I just get protective of my ppls 😅

Thank you for your time and I hope you've been having fun doing these lovely matches! The Troops are lucky to have someone like you finding them matches for such a romantic day

😘💜💜💜

P.s.

If you haven't figured me out, it's @moonlightwarriorqueen 🤣

Again, thank you💜

Yen Ori'ken's Valentine's Day Matchmaker Services

Yen: I appreciate the flattery, but I also have to give credit to the full team over at Right to Love. The men of the GAR have their mission, we have ours and we're just as dedicated to it!

But in any case, @moonlightwarriorqueen, thank you for sending in your profile! I believe your match is likely ...

Commander Thorn of the Coruscant Guard.

Don't let the shock trooper title fool you, Thorn knows when it's time to work and when it's time to play. That's his whole motto - work hard, play hard. It may (or will, according to a note from Daria) give Commander Fox a headache from time to time, but Thorn's antics are always well intentioned, well controlled, and in good fun.

Your care for your loved ones and protectiveness of them rises to a level that Thorn previously only saw in his brothers. He's drawn in by that part of your personality and respects the hell out of it. He won't like you carrying all that negativity on your own, though. He'll always offer an ear for you to vent and get your plan of action straight (he will make sure that you do have a plan of action and help you organize your thoughts to better support yourself and others).

But if for any reason Thorn feels he needs to, he will absolutely step in to back you up. No one messes with you and if they're getting too fired up at you, then he will settle them down.

He definitely shares your love of history, though it'll take some adjustments to get him to focus on areas other than military history. Thorn isn't crafty himself, but he will wear any knitted/crocheted item you make for him with so much pride. He will be bragging to every single shock trooper and Senatorial aide he crosses paths with. (Fox is so close to asking you to stop so maybe a knitted mug cozy would be a nice gift for him, too).

He has a tiring job, so the idea of coming home to cuddle with you is heaven to Thorn. I believe an at-home movie night would be a perfect date for you. And don't worry, he'll pick up some fresh noodles and broth from your favorite place on the way over.

I hope you enjoy your date with Thorn, and thank you for writing in!

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

Thinking about forehead touches.. 💜 They comfort each other, bask in and adore the other. When their emotions feel like so much, a moment to breathe the other in and touches, to realize that yes it's real. All is ok because they're here, they're together. More forehead touches to come... it's them against the world now. ❤️❤️

[hughiecampbelle]

Here for the ships!!! Preferably a guy but I’m easy. :)

I’m a 24 year old girl, I’m bisexual, 5’3, and Bri’ish (unfortunately). I’m AuDHD so I sometimes don’t pick up on social cues but oh BOY do I make up for it with my encyclopedic knowledge of horror movies that literally nobody apart from me wants to hear about (I love horror movies…like I really love them 😭).

I’m very much the ADHD stereotype of ‘I will get completely overwhelmed having to put clothes in the washer or do any kind of menial household tour but am completely calm and in control during an actual emergency’ so I’m surprisingly great to have around in emergencies!

I struggle a lot approaching relationships and typically do the whole ‘affectionate teasing/insults to try and hide my feelings’ before eventually opening up and letting myself be very vulnerable (thank you Daddy issues 🙏).

I think that’s about it? I hope I that is all in line with your rules. I love your writing. 🥰

Hi my love! I ship you with: M.M.!!! He loves your encyclopedic knowledge of horror movies. Though it's not his favorite genre, and will hold his hands over his eyes at especially gory parts, he enjoys both your voice and the fact that it makes you so happy. He even tries to Google more obscure facts so he can show you 1.) that he's listening and 2.) he might have the chance to impress you. He definitely loves hearing about them and could never grow tired or bored of it. He also pokes fun at your British accent. The Boys all grew used to the way Frenchie and Butcher talk, but since you're a newer addiction, your accent is especially funny and the slang terms you use are outrageous. He means it in the most affectionate way possible when he mocks you, he swears. You love his heart. Marvin cares deeply about his friends, yes even Butcher. He sees the good in all of them even if they don't deserve it. He gives people a lot of chances and, if he ever turns his back on them, it's for an incredibly good reason. He loves all of his friends in their own way and makes sure they know it, even if it is through tough love and lots of yelling. From the moment you meet you can feel how much he cares for you and it only increases when you develop feelings for one another. Your relationship is is complicated. Because of what you're up against, because of the dangers that persist, you both have a lot of anxiety over one another. Especially since Marvin's been taking over The Boys and has been having more panic attacks, more worries, he's been losing weight, etc. it creates a lot of fear. Still, you have one another. You make sure to communicate all the time even if it means having hard conversations. You tell him you're worried, especially when The Boys have to split up and get away as quickly and as far as possible. Your first date is to the movies. Marvin picks the least scary scary movie he can find and gets all the snacks you can eat. Janine told him about this one and promised it wasn't that bad, but it ends up being way worse than he expected. He makes jokes the whole way through, trying to laugh through the worst parts. Instinctively you grab his hand, offering him comfort. The theater is too dark to see and you're busy watching the movie, you don't see the goofy smile he tries to hide. Relationship Headcanon: When you're feeling overwhelmed with tasks, he's always willing to help. A lot of the time, with his anxiety and OCD, things that feel small or insignificant to other people, things that seem silly or easy, are actually incredibly daunting and overwhelming. If he can help you in any way, he will. He'd never make you feel bad about it because he understands 100%. If that means helping with the dishes or folding the laundry, then that's what he'll do.

Hope you like it my love!!! Xoxoxo💜💜💜

SHIPS ARE CLOSED

[egg-emperor]

I know you're a game Eggman fan, but the way you describe your relationship with him reminds me of the way AoStH Robotnik treated his robot wife in that one episode.

I honestly don't remember what AoStH Robotnik was like with that to see the comparison because of how big of a game Eggman fan specifically I am and how I've never been super into any of the shows besides X. XD

But the relationship dynamic for Eggman and I is based on everything that I feel game Eggman would want in a partner. I can see him having a very twisted perception of relationships and marriage + personal conditions for his unique take on them. Because in canon he's like this about all relationship types of lackeys, family members, and everything else too so there's no doubt that the same applies there

In the rare occasions he dabbles in it that is, as he can happily be alone as he is in the games, he likes to live alone only with his creations because of their guaranteed worth and loyalty to him if their programming is right. He must have very high standards for intimate relationships as a result if he's going to be making any exceptions- and just because he feels he deserves only the absolute best for his brilliance, of course!

He wants someone to completely match his energy in terms of his love for himself and to be willing to serve all of his needs. To love him as much as he loves himself, to want everything to be all about him as much as he does, to give him all the attention and love his massive ego and immense greed craves, to give him everything he deserves as the most handsome super genius and powerful superior emperor he is!

To give him everything he wants whenever he wants it, to be obedient and loyal and serve him well, to set an example for the respect and worship everyone else will have to follow in his empire, to show off that he can have any cute guy he wants because he's that great, to show that he's loved and adored, to make him feel like the important powerful emperor he is, and to have control, power and superiority over them.

No commitment on his end, he doesn't have to provide as they vicariously live through his wealth by him keeping them around to serve his needs anyway, and he doesn't lose his freedom, he's not tied down at all. He just gets to experience the joy of being showered in love, the boost in pride and ego, and pleasure of the intimacy without the unappealing parts of the typical traditional roles in relationships

He's The Eggman, he doesn't need to earn or give back, he deserves to just demand it, that's his mindset! So we have a boss and assistant, master and servant, emperor and subject, god and worshipper type dynamic but with extra benefits beyond common servants as his needs are met in intimacy too. I have deep feelings of love and devotion while he just soaks in it. I give it all for him and he takes it, the way it should be

He sees a relationship more as ownership and entitlement to me and he's fully taking advantage of my love and admiration for him in the most selfish ways and using me up for all I have to fuel his ego and selfish greedy desires. But I know and want this so there's no chance of me betraying him, he knows I'm wrapped around his finger and love him unconditionally and accept my life purpose being to serve him

He wants things his way, the only way. He doesn't want to share anything and especially not the world, it's all or nothing. I'd allow him to live the same way he always has, exactly as he wants, in fact it's even more what he wants when I'm worshipping him and giving him a taste of his future ruling the glorious empire! 🥰 Everything he wants for himself, I want for him too, and his happiness is worth it all to me 💜

[singsweetmelodies]

i won't be able to watch the race today but i'm already dreading the result, SO i decided to make this table of predictions to prepare myself for every eventuality*

*that i could think of

i'm only predicting the wins (+ more or less how they came about to be) otherwise i'm going to be here all morning and be late for my event. i might still be late for my event, but... here goes!

SINGAPORE GP 2023: POSSIBLE WIN SCENARIOS

feat. (completely unbiased of course) commentary by katie singsweetmelodies

carlos and george take each other out at the start. charles leclerc wins the singapore gp 2023! 🎆🥰❤️

if this one comes true, i will never shut up about it and will literally be dancing on the rooftops. DREAM SCENARIO BABY!!! (yeah, sorry georgie, i am SO willing to sacrifice you for a charles win.) we want that win #6... we want it SO MUCH 🥹

george russell passes sainz on the start and proceeds to win the singapore gp 2023! 🩵

if this one comes true, i will still be very happy (and not just because it means sainz DIDN'T win.) i love george. a second win for him would be very nice indeed <3

carlos sainz keeps it together and somehow wins the singapore gp 2023 😐

if he actually does this, i may - through gritted teeth - finally utter the words "fine, carlos sainz is a good driver." (i will however also mutter something under my breath about how 2023 is the year of ugly people, and charles is too beautiful and too good to have his name on the list with the likes of the fucking red bull duo anyway. good RIDDANCE that it's sainz who's the only non-RB winner in such a hideous year.)

we have a repeat of singapore 2017, with the top 4 all taking each other out & lewis hamilton proceeding to win the singapore gp 2023! 🎆💜

if this one comes true, my ferrari heart will be in bits BUT i will simultaneously be fucking ecstatic for lewis. i WILL yell "get in there lewis" an inordinate amount of times, and celebrate that 104 with everything in me.

lando somehow wins from p4 (🤔) and gets his first win in spectacular but chaotic style. lando norris wins the singapore gp 2023! 🧡

if this one comes true, i will be... baffled, first and foremost. but then also pretty happy. i have no idea how this one could reasonably come true, but it would be low-key iconic if it did, tbh.

the chaos at turn 1 is even more chaotic than in singapore 2017, which means that fernando alonso from (wherever he qualified, i forgot lmao oops) wins the singapore gp 2023! 🥶

if this happens, i... will celebrate that it's not a red bull? i'll celebrate it for exactly 14 seconds and then turn off the tv. i'm not an alonso fan. to me, he's barely a step up from another rbr win. yes, it IS a step up. but like, the step is 1cm high.

*dutch national anthem starts playing in the background* AND MAX VERSTAPPEN WINS THE SINGAPORE GP 2023! the eleventh fucking race in a row, hoo-fucking-ray.

if this one comes true, i will shake my fist at the fia and insist that it's all their fucking fault for not GIVING MAX A FUCKING GRID DROP, like, you know, the PRECEDENT SAYS THEY SHOULD HAVE. he should have gotten six places at least, in my opinion. nine would've been apt, too. but nooooooo. the great white hope is above all precedent and penalty, apparently. (anyway yeah if verstappen wins i will have no celebrations whatsoever. except maybe a tiny, petty internal one that at least it wasn't sainz. but yeah, nah. if verstappen wins, i won't be very surprised, but i will NOT be amused.)

in a move that shocks genuinely EVERYONE, sergio pérez wins the singapore gp 2023! 🇲🇽

i have no idea how this one could reasonably come to pass, tbh. maybe verstappen's engine dies??? and the ferraris and mercs.... either take each other out, or are WAY slower than yesterday. maybe the red bull was sandbagging???? very drastically??? nah. this one won't happen, let's just be real. but if it somehow does, my enthusiasm will be one fraction of a percentage higher than it would've been for a verstappen win. that is all.

liam lawson wins the singapore gp 2023! 😱👏

yeah no this isn't going to happen - i just wanted to say it. liam lawson, you are my HERO for knocking max verstappen out in q2. you will be p1 of my heart no matter who wins this weekend <333 (except if it's charles or lewis. or pierre, somehow. because, you know. priorities. xD)

RIGHT, well. now at least i feel like i'm mentally prepared to open my f1 app tomorrow evening and see pretty much any result. 👍. let's do this thing

[always-is-always]

The BEST Bestie

Yeah.  Mine’s the best.  🥰

She just called and said, “I’m thinking about ordering you something, but want to make sure you will use it.”.... 

Turns out, she’s thinking about how much I LOVE BTS, and she’s going to order a BTS phone cover for me.  lol...  Just as I was feeling the whole BTS merch thing, this morning.  

I laughed and got all excited on the phone, telling her all about it being THE 10th BTS birthday today, and everything that means (in a matter of 5 min!)!  It made her happy to hear my own happiness, and to see how just how cheesy I can be and how willing I am to accept (and buy) BTS merch.  lol....  

She is a Veteran, so she knows what is in store for the guys as they enlist.  She also understands why Jimin and Jungkook must be closeted, pre-enlistment.  

I have a feeling that there will be more little BTS gifts to come, now that she knows.  She lives a couple of thousand miles away, so it’s all via mail ordering.  

She made my day a little bit better.  

Happy BTS Birthday, everyone!  I hope your day is also filled with the little things that help make it awesome!  💜💜💜