#hes so . 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[paintedcrows]

Had a silly thought about hypothetical cat curse shenanigans with @dark-lord-of-awesomeness's How to Cat Burglar a Family ;)

[jinikaris]

HYUNJIN | 'SO GOOD' MAKING FILM ♡

[pixlokita]

Dad: have you watched the Sonic movie?

Me: not yet

Dad: -excited- -gets something from his drawer-

Dad: wear these when you go.

[melles1276]

I’m not crying, you are. So proud of him and I’m touched by the way he praised his parents. 💔🥹

SEBASTIAN STAN GOLDEN GLOBES 2025

[lovebugism]

i adoreeee your sm!! would you write eddie x cheerleader!reader where they have their first time together? in his room in his trailer uwu? hurt/comfort 💕😭 and ofc she’s friends with the hellfire club and sits with them at their tableeee at the cafeteriaaa awwwgshsgsgsg

ty for requesting :D — a summary of the day after your first time with eddie munson (established relationship, brief hurt/comfort, cw for mentions of sex but no real smut | 0.9k)

bug's two year celebration ♡

You enter Hawkins High that morning with a subtle ache between your thighs. A distant panging from within you feel strangely proud of. A soreness that makes you feel brand new.

You spare a brief glance at Eddie from the corner of your eye. He hasn’t stopped smiling since he picked you up that morning (or since he dropped you off the evening before that). Your chest swells with a sparkling feeling. You bow your head to hide your smiling, but you can’t shake the feeling that everyone’s looking at you — that your deepest secrets have somehow made the headlines of the school paper.

“I feel like everyone’s staring,” you admit in a whisper when the two of you pause at your adjoining lockers. Your words are nearly drowned out by the droning of a thousand conversations. Your hands shake with the lock.

“Of course they are,” Eddie scoffs, leaning against the forest green metal (‘cause it’s not like he carries his books around anyway). He grins down at your timid form and shrugs. “Why wouldn’t they be? Look at us.”

He chuckles under his breath and waits for you to laugh with him. You never do. You just duck your head and reach into your locker for a history book, more content to hide within its confines. Eddie burns.

“I— I didn’t tell anyone if that’s what you’re worried about,” he murmurs, more seriously now, as he takes a small step closer to you. 

“No, I know!” you blurt, gaze averted. “I just… I just feel sorta weird.”

“Like… Bad weird?”

“No! It’s— It’s not like that…” You don’t know how to put your swirling feelings into words, so you trail off and regret mentioning anything at all. 

Eddie watches you shut down before him. His chest pinches as he reaches for you.

“Hey… There’s nothing to be worried about, okay?” he coos to you with a wavering, crooked smile. “No one knows shit except the two of us— And trust me, I’m gonna be thinking about it all day—”

His attempts to make you laugh work this time.

You smack his shoulder with a quiet giggle, and he laughs harder at himself.

“I’m serious!” he says, cradling his arm.

“You’re annoying,” you correct, still smiling.

“What do you want me to do, huh?” Eddie croons. “I need something to think about until next time…”

You meet his boyish grin with narrowed eyes. “That is very presumptuous of you, Eddie Munson.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he laughs.

You shrug without a word and shut your locker with a soft clang.

Eddie’s smile fades as you walk away from him. “Wait— What does that mean?” he shouts to you, but receives no answer as you disappear into the bustling crowd.

—————

Alone at the Hellfire cafeteria table, you read silently and wait for the rest of the club to take their seats. Jeff is first, ‘cause his mom always packs his lunch. Dustin and Mike are second, and Eddie is third. Your boy arrives with a sudden kiss to your cheek that startles you for a fleeting moment.

“Missed you,” he mumbles in your ear.

“It’s been three hours,” you laugh.

Eddie follows you when you flinch away from him. “Yeah, tell me about it,” he croons, ducking down to press a kiss to your neck. Until you shove him away, at least, face burning at the blatant PDA in front of the rest of your friends. You turn back to your book and try to ignore their unwavering eyes.

“You guys are gross,” Dustin grumbles through a mouthful of fries.

Eddie slumps down in his seat at the head of the table. His lips curl into a lopsided smirk as he tilts his head. “You’re just jealous, Dusty-Bun.”

“Um, excuse me, but I have Suzie, in case you forgot. And she’s hotter than Pheobe Cates— I have nothing to be jealous of,” Dustin rambles, then flashes you an apologetic glance. “No offense.”

“None taken,” you murmur.

“Oh. Right,” Eddie nods, slow and sarcastic. “You mean your very real, not fake at all girlfriend?”

“She’s real!”

“You guys are acting clingier than usual,” Mike observes in his usual monotone.

Gareth arrives at the table then. His tray clatters as he sits down across from you. “It’s ‘cause they had sex,” he tells the raven-haired boy with a nonchalant shrug.

You freeze, breath catching as your heart drops to your stomach. You turn to Eddie with wide, uncertain eyes. You couldn’t hide your shock if you wanted.

Eddie’s face houses a similar horror. “I didn’t tell him. I swear.”

“You didn’t have to tell me,” Gareth scoffs and takes a too-big bite of his burger. His eyes flit between the two of you as he talks through the wad in his cheek. “I can practically smell it on you guys. You’re like a couple of cats in heat.”

“Well, only one cat would be in heat, so technically…” Dustin trails off at the glare Eddie gives him. “Sorry. Not helping.”

“It’s not a bad thing!” Gareth chuckles at his best friend’s simmering anger, ketchup clinging to the corner of his mouth. He slaps the boy on his leather-clad shoulder and says, “It’s about time you get laid, man— I was starting to worry.”

“Says the virgin,” Eddie quips and steals a fry from his tray.

You swat his other shoulder.

“What?” he winces playfully.

“You were a virgin, too, asshole,” Gareth grumbles.

“Yeah. I remember it like it was yesterday,” Eddie says within a whimsical sigh.

“That’s because it was yesterday, idiot.”

[mimpinightmare]

One of my Joys of my life~ ✨💜💛💜💛💜💛💜✨

(I love how Yoongi giggled and felt embarrassed for a bit, but then gives in and do the 'Osacar Dance' in a millisecond- I love him 😭)

osacar vroom vroom vroom~

[cute-catts]

He's so small, he's just a baby, my lord , I wanna pet him so badly 🥹🥹😭

[quesocheeso]

Macaque's immortal heart almost stops at that moment😭 He was hoping to find his husband playing with the baby not the baby playing with the over 8 ton staff

Don't worry Wukong woke up immediately and took the staff away,,, doesn't mean Macaque didn't have the biggest scare of his life knowing that if the baby lifting the staff was a fluke he wouldn't have been able to lift the staff to save Xiaotian.

(Normally Macaque would be able to lift the staff for short periods of time, but since Xiaotian is still an infant, he keeps funneling his energy from Mac which means Macaque can't lift the staff at all at the moment,, so new panic mode activated)

Sunset Line | 350 years ago

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[acid-ixx]

i would not survive wayne manor if i had to stare into dick's y/n blue orbs everyday

stop looking at me with those eyes! (again &. again mini drabble)

ft. post-kidnapped reader w/ yandere batfam shitpost

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

— masterlist ! ; related post !

thank u for sending this oh my god, i need to write about this!!! i absolutely love your art style for the reader, they're so handsome i'm crying and laughing 😭😭😭 and it's true!!! i will also die if i look at the entire family's eyes as a filipino who has never once stared at a foreigner's eyes because it's just so bright huhu.

unfortunately for your case though, your refusal to look straight at them just translates to extra unwanted counseling sessions with the family in one of the large expanses of the living rooms housing the available members for a meeting. it's a whole gathering where you're the center of attention.

and it's not only dick involved, it's also all the other blue-eyed bastards and an additional glowering, pair of green ones which shines the brightest of them all— and if not for cass and duke's dark colored peepers, you might've truly passed away because it's no joke that their eyes glint under the light passing through locked windows, especially when the sun is at its highest peak and hits at just the right angles to glisten.

not only have you no physical escape, but their obsessed stares never leave your form too, devouring and locking you whole in your place and claustrophobic to the chains of their bright-orbed gaze.

"(name), dear, as much as you don't wish for me to address the issue; it's becoming an unhealthy habit that you refuse to maintain eye contact with the family. it doesn't help that your heart palpitates, you perspire more often, and you make excuses to run to a different room when you do. what's wrong?"

you don't even have to look up from staring at your lap (as if you want to, hah!) to know it's your father's voice directed at you. it's a unique tremor that reverberates across the room and commands attention from all corners; yet when he speaks to you, it's coated with an unhealthily sweet reverence that seems completely foreign to someone who has never once spoken to him until now.

"u-uhm..." stuttering, you bite your lip, drowning in your own self-preservation that had you ignoring dick's stealthy steps to your seated body on the couch, only for his fingers to carefully graze on your chin, snapping you out of your attention yet being too late as he lifts your head up, forcing to stare at his wide-blown eyes.

they're unnaturally bright today, shining more than the beaches in those private islands bruce owns, it's even more terrifying that he's staring at you.

"it's unfair too... baby bird, that it's me you avoid the most," he groans, it grates at your ears but it was better to focus on your other senses if you wish to control the ever-living fear of miley cyrus' blue eyes burned right into your retina, now associated with dick's emboldened ones. his palms find its way to either side of your head, cradling it side to side, the contact forced you to continue staring ahead of him. and no matter how much you resort to blanking out, the intensity of his baby blue eyes forfeits you to focus on anything else.

yet it's the gentle graze on your side that encourages you to speak your mind, you really hate how infantilizing this entire scene feels, and comical that they're - dick - is taking your excuses too seriously.

"ah... well—" how do you explain that you're shit at eye-contact because, first, and can't deal with their luminescent stares pinning you down to your spot, brighter than diamonds and emerald crystals, second?

"everyone's just too... you know. i- i really can't explain without it sounding... uhm..."

"too overwhelming? too what? akhi/akhti? it has been years since we last took you in, and you've been perfectly communicating with us until now. what has changed? has that rebel, todd, dare to make another deal with you again which involves refusing to properly communicate with us? with me? because if he did—"

damian's voice slithers with conviction, condemnation and possessive threats that strike fear into your heart with every venom-laced word. if not for his head nuzzling into the shadows of your neck, the dichotomy of dialogue and action, you would've been convinced he's out to kill you instead.

yet the same gremlin muttering insults is your little brother who takes the entire space beside you on the velvety couch, rendering you completely cornered by his expecting glare. except now, unlike the mental torment he subjected to you, his green-eye gaze glimmers with concealed adoration you've learned to discern, he's always been a heckler for your attention; the tan hands wrapped around your waist in a snuggle tightens, not too tight that it deprives you of oxygen, but demands your answers instead.

like father, like son. as the saying goes. always finding solutions with unwanted affection. couldn't even push them away without them interpreting your actions as rebellion which only results in more uncomfortable competitions on who gets to cuddle you for longer.

and wait, no, they didn't take you in, bullshit! they basically kidnapped you. it's only that you've grown accustomed to dealing with them individually and as a group, but because they've been more lenient with technology, providing you access to wifi with supervised search results, you stumbled across one of , which not-so faintly reminds you of them.

your past traumas of them replaced with jaded motivation to survive and tolerate the ever living plague in your life you call your family.

bruce did advise you to associate them with positive things instead as a first step to your adjusting phase, and miley cyrus' anthropoidal, not-quite human stare isn't negative in any way, yet it's also by no means negative, if not unsettling— which leads you to a common ground, a common affiliation which helps you cope with the fear that they might harm you and isolate you with loneliness even further; forgetting your presence once again.

learning to love them was hard, so relating them to anything comical was way easier on the still-heavy burden in your heart which yearns for freedom burned off through countless of escape attempts, the grief of your mother's death now decades worth, and just the shock of it all that they're still interested in you until now that hasn't worn off still, despite the years passing by quicker than blowing off a candle-light.

still, everyone retains their gaze on you, never once breaking contact with your form as if you're capable of escaping their grasp. you try to look down, but to no avail, dick was too invested in hogging your head all to himself and nuzzling it in his toned stomach, whilst damian refuses to separate from his ever tightening hold which renders you unable to full grasp your thoughts and speak.

god-damned hypocrites.

"holy shit..." it's tim who broke off the silence, muttering under his breath in disbelief whilst his hand fiddles with the modded tablet bruce had given you as a christmas gift. his lanky finfers continue scrolling eyes fixated on the scene before him, every expression illuminated by the faint glow of your tablet's screen. the most visible feature, gazing at him through whichever was left of your vision unobstructed by dick's body; was of course, his widening blue eyes, as it seems like he'd hit jackpot with his appalled reactions.

it seems like he found the exact same picture.

would it be a bad thing now if you'd run away from the room once they all collectively hone in on the image before them? or is it too risky of a task?

honestly, with just how routine your life must be right now, you'd prefer to run, to feel the air run through your hair, to bask in the sun washing your body in its warmth.

maybe to find unbidden joy in another game of cat and mouse, or it may be another one of your excuses to avoid those piercing eyes once more if even by just a mere fraction.

or maybe you could stay for now, because is it just you, or did you actually succeed in traumatizing them for once instead of you?

[salaciousdoll]

Chileee I had to come back to a good zeke fic literally scrolled down my recs. Tag 😭

❪ ♡ ❫  ───  ⠀ ⠀⠀ before i let go  ⠀ 〳 ⠀ z.yeager  ‵

❪ ♡ ❫  ─── ( synopsis ) late-night lovemaking with zeke without realizing this was the last time.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — warning !! afab reader, her/she pronouns, reader is black coded, soft!zeke, i probably wrote him ooc (pls bare with me. this was my first time writing in the canon aot verse), a very self-indulgent cause you know i'm one out of maybe 23 members of the zeke simps (we out here and we so hot, love y'all zeke simps <33), lovemaking bc i am practicing writing softcore smut, babymaking love, mentions of weapons, usage of spit, canon verse, reader is a weapons engineer for marley, marleyan!reader, takes place right before the scouts attack marley, i'll think about if this should get a part two lol, minors dni pls.

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YOUR TEETH GRAZED AT YOUR LOWER LIP WHILE YOU WERE SCRIBBLING ON THE PIECE OF PAPER. The little lamp on the side of the dresser illuminated the bedroom as you were sketching a weapon. You had this thing where your mind never went to sleep when you had an idea in your mind. Being a part of a team that designed weapons wasn’t particularly the dream job you wanted nor expected. But you were good at drawing and that made you a good asset to design weapons to defend the land you resided on. The eraser end of your pencil tapped at your lip as you could feel the man sleeping right next to your stir in his sleep.

You were trying so hard not to wake him, especially given that you promised you’ll go to sleep at a reasonable time and not let your work keep you up. But you couldn’t help it. You had a deadline to meet and your brooding boyfriend couldn’t particularly stop that. No matter if he was a part of the notorious Marley Warriors. The light from the lamp seemed to bother him, shuffling under the thin sheets and grasping to tug you closer. That’s when he knew you were doing the unthinkable.

“It’s time for you to get some sleep,” His voice came off sluggish as his blue-colored eyes stared up at her.

“Okay, I’m done, Zeke.” You huffed as you closed the notebook. You had placed the book on the dresser.

“It’s a big day tomorrow, you know?” Zeke questioned. “Plus, I told you. The more you bring work home, the more stress you get.”

You noticed he’s been saying that all week. You would only let out a hum in response, especially considering that you didn’t even know what the hell he was talking about. You asked your friends over tea and they would only make subtle jokes about proposing. You still remembered how hot your cheeks became at the thought of it. You marrying a Marley warrior.

You let out a sigh climbing under the sheets after turning the lamp off. You snuggled closer to him, taking comfort in the body heat that heats your body like a freshly dried blanket. Your eyes shifted closed as you tried to force yourself to sleep. However, you’ve been dating Zeke for a while. He could read you like a book.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

Your face was buried into the crook of his. Inhaling his scent of cigarettes and pine before speaking, “This big day thing, I want to know what is it?” You questioned.

Silence.

The moon shines into the room, if you listened closely you could hear the crickets outside the home. You lifted your head up and even though the darkness, Zeke knew the curious doe-eyed look you were giving him.

“It’ll all make sense soon love,” He’s placing a kiss on top of your head before attempting to go back to sleep.

“Are you planning to propose? If yes, I think this is the perfect timing to admit that I want a child,” You bluntly admitted.

You only received a dry chuckle from your boyfriend. You could feel his fingertips tracing up the silk nightgown you wore. Like clockwork, your skin is decorated with goosebumps that send a shiver down your spine. “A child, huh?”

A soft gasp came out of your mouth when you felt Zeke’s body climb on top of you. You felt breathless as you stared at him. Your words took a sudden halt as you looked at him. Despite the only source of light being the moonlight that peeked through the curtains, you still could see those crystal blue eyes that caused you to fall in love. “Mhmm, a child. Preferably two. Twins.”

You could feel Zeke’s nose nuzzle at your neck. He shifted himself in between your legs so he wouldn’t squash you under his weight. You could feel his facial hair prickle at your soft brown skin causing you to giggle. “You really been thinking about that?”

“Mhm, it’s the least I can do while I design warfare weapons,” You let out a relaxed sigh when you felt his lips kiss your skin.

“I can give you that before I go.”

You didn’t even notice those words tumbling out of Zeke’s mouth. You were too caught up in your skin growing hotter with each nibble on your neck. You moved your neck to the side just to give him more excess. Your teeth grazed at your lip holding back the weary moan you wanted to let out. Zeke’s fingertips traced alongside your thigh, dancing ever so slowly up the silk nightgown you wore. You felt the pad of his index and middle finger rub your folds through your panties. He was so eager just to feel the wetness on his fingers, that he yanked your panties down your thighs with ease. You could feel the cool air hit your cunt as Zeke lured you into a passionate kiss.

The kiss was intense. Your lips moved in sync so intensely that if you kissed hard enough you could taste the mint of the toothpaste he used. A moan escaped your mouth as you could feel Zeke’s kisses linger lower and lower. His rough large hands tugged the nightgown up to your waist with ease. He was so eager to get a taste of you. Eager to fulfill your needs.

You choked up a gasp when you felt the crisp air hit your cunt when Zeke tugged down your panties. Your cheeks grew hot watching as he tossed the piece of clothing behind him before once again taking place in between your thighs. Even though you two had sex countless times. You still felt that nervous pit form in your stomach and your skin got so warm as if it was the first time the two of you were having sex. You still could remember the first time you two had sex, more specifically the shameless smile you had on your face as you stepped into the office to be met with Pieck.

You nearly jumped seeing the brunette spread out on the lounging chair in the office. Your eyebrows instantly raised at her as you stumbled into the office fifteen minutes late and off maybe about five hours of sleep. Your thighs were sore from the previous night, your uniform hid the various marks on your body, and frankly, you should have called in sick. Your colleagues were already head deep into their work, as you plop down at your desk letting out a yawn.

“Certain beast kept you up all night?” Pieck questioned as she flipped through one of the sketchbooks filled with weapons you designed that never made the final stage.

You ignored Pieck’s words not wanting your business to be out there for the whole weaponry department to hear. “What brings you here Pieck?” You asked, looking over the documents that were left on your desk.

“They sent me to get an update on whatever weapon I’ll be carrying for this mission,” Pieck said as she looked up from the book.

“We’re fixing it up now, did they not give you a copy of the design. I sent over multiple copies.” You went through the files searching for the file to show Pieck the pictures.

“No, they’re more worried about if I can carry it,” She huffed. “Now, you never answered my question,” she says.

You playfully rolled your eyes at her. The friendship between you two has always been quite interesting. Pieck was the first warrior you had met due to her constantly carrying a lot of the weapons you designed. It was nice having a woman to talk to on some days considering that the department you worked in was filled with men. So having Pieck around pestering you occasionally wasn’t all that bad.

“Yes.” You uttered as you gave her the file. Even with what you told her, she wasn’t even going to pay attention to the papers you gave her.

“And how was it?” Pieck asked. Her brown colored eyes were filled with curiosity and she was so impatient for your answer.

“It’s none of your business, now tell your superiors that the weapon could get finished before the end of the week.” You shooed your friend away as you heard her let out a dramatic sigh but she hugged the file close to her chest and stood up to leave your workspace.

“I’ll just ask Zeke instead!” Pieck loudly says before leaving.

The distant memory that swirled around in your mind was interrupted by the kitten licks Zeke placed on your cunt. You let out a relaxed sigh feeling the wetness of his tongue touch you in such an explicit manner. Your brain instantly fuzzes up to be only able to purr out Zeke’s name. The lewd sound of Zeke slurping up your wetness as if he was a starving dog caused your fingers to instantly comb through his blonde hair. Your shifting closed while your hips rolled for more friction. Zeke's hands spread your thighs apart just as you whined about how good it felt. The delicate feeling of his tongue flickering at your clit caused your body to shudder and moans to roll off your tongue. Just as your back arched due to the desirable pleasure, you felt Zeke remove himself from your sensitive clit with a pop. His lips begin to place teasingly kisses on your thighs to ethereal bite marks that would leave a visible imprint that only he could see.

“Zeke,” You whined. “Why’d you stop? I was so close,” You huffed as your fingertips traced alongside his toned abs.

“Remember the first time we had sex?” Zeke asked as he was tugging on the silk nightgown you wore. He helped you out of it, tossing it on the wooden floors without a care in the world.

“How could I forget about it?” You asked as you let out a dreamy sigh remembering that night.

You could hear him let out a chuckle as he was removing his boxers. His dick was rock hard instantly. Throbbing to feel the warmth of your drooling cunt clutching around him effortlessly. Zeke grabbed a hold of your thighs dragging you closer to him. You could feel the tip of his dick brush against your entrance. Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip anticipating the feeling of Zeke’s cock stretching you out. You watched with so much eagerness as his hand went up to spit in his hand. The sound of him stroking his cock turned you on. When Zeke begin to inch himself inside you bit by bit, your hand instantly went to clutch the sheets below your naked body. You let out a hiss trying to adjust to his size. However, you could feel Zeke’s large hand take a hold of yours. His fingers intertwine with yours. He’s placing soft kisses on the back of your palm as his hips continue to rock forward into you. “Shhh, you can take it (Y/N).” He assured.

You were paying so close attention to his soothing gesture that you didn’t even notice that he was fully inside of you. His hips jolted forward at a slow pulsating pace. Your moans echoed the room as your hands pulled Zeke closer. With each thrust, your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Your mouth gasped open to let out a string of moans. The hold he had on your hand was released as he gripped your thigh to attempt to feel more of you. The feeling of the way you clutched around him caused the Marley warrior to groan in pure pleasure.

Your arms snaked around Zeke’s neck to attempt to bring him closer. Your lips which felt like they were swollen due to your consistent biting on them placed kisses on his shoulder with each rock of his hips. Your legs locked around his waist completely trapping him from taking away your pleasure. You wanted to savor this moment without interruptions. The headboard of the bed you two were in was knocking aggressively against the cream-colored walls. For a minute, it seemed like your moans were battling with the sound of the headboard until Zeke's hand went up to hold the headboard. His thrusting continued until you could feel the fiery pit that was forming in the bass of your stomach.

The thing is, you knew Zeke quite well on some days and then you didn’t on other days. The one thing you knew about him was when he was ready to unravel himself from the intense fever of cumming. The intense feeling of breeding you to the rim as you claw at the skin on his back. His blonde hair would fall in his face. His lip would twitch before he would let his teeth nibble onto it. His grasp on your sweat-coated body parts a bit tighter. He’ll mumble something about loving you and cherishing you right before he releases himself.

A short-winded groan trembled past his lips as the movement in his hips grew sloppy. You could feel the mess in between your thighs as you were coming down from the temporary feeling of your orgasm. Your thighs quivered slightly as Zeke slowly pulled out of you before plopping down next to you. Breathless paints filled the air as the moon shined through the cream-colored curtain, your body felt like it was shutting down. As your eyelids grew sleepy while nuzzling against your brooding boyfriend, you could hear him mumbling something before placing a kiss on top of your head.

YOU COULD FEEL THE SUN KISS YOUR KISS INDICATING that the morning has finally come upon you. You were expecting to feel the wrath of Zeke’s arms around you, but when your arms reached around the bed, it was empty. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you sat grasping at the sheets to cover your bare body. Your muscles were aching for you to take a warm bath before starting your day, but confusion still fizzled at your brain causing you to be stuck.

“Zeke?” You called out.

Silence.

You climbed out of bed clutching the sheets closer to her chest. You tugged on the nightgown you wore to go search for him. Maybe he was in the kitchen, but as you searched the house it was empty. Quiet. You could hear each step you took on the brown wooden floors. The house was as quiet as ever.

You brushed it off as he probably had some early duties to attend to. You decided to take a shower to relieve your aching muscles. When you were getting ready, you kept thinking about the words Zeke was saying the previous night. You sat at the vanity tugging on your earrings before letting your fingertips trace alongside the purple-colored hickey that was tattooed on your brown skin. You were so caught on trying to think of ways to cover up the scandalous patch upon your skin, you didn’t even notice the paper on the vanity.

You picked up the paper and your eyes quickly scanned over it. You could recognize Zeke’s handwriting if your life depended on it, so you knew that he wrote the letter. The ink that stained the paper smelled fresh also and you could tell he wrote it in a hurry just by the way his y’s curved slightly. As you were reading the letter, you could feel a rush of emotions overcome your body. You were so confused about what you were reading.

“This can’t be true.” You mumbled to yourself, but you remember his words from last night. You remembered his actions from last night.

His words lingered off his tongue as if he was saying goodbye. His lips kissed you as if he wasn’t going to see you anymore. His hips crashed forward into the softness of your thighs like it was the last ‘I love you’ action that he was going to give you.

Your boyfriend was about to betray Marley.

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Cuddling

Squid game x reader hcs

Summary: How the people in squid games would cuddle you (separate)

Includes: Thanos, In-ho, Se-mi, Dae-ho, Myung-gi, Jun-ho, Hyun-ju, Mi-na (non!squid game au)

Warnings: might be slightly suggestive at some points.

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a/n: I love writing these so much! I hope you guys enjoy them as much as I do!!

Thanos

Get ready to be crushed

Lays on-top of you

And does not let you get up for anything

“Let me get up for a second I-“

“No.”

While laying on-top of you he takes the opportunity to kiss your neck or chest

If you do end up getting up he whines until you lay back down

Type of Bf to use your butt or thighs as a pillow 😔✊

Randomly bites you

Has cute aggression 100%

Very deep sleeper

Moves so much in his sleep so if you guys fall asleep cuddling at least one of you is gonna be upside down when you wake up

Will give you pda anytime anywhere he does not care

I’m literally Dr. Seuss

In-ho

Not very big on cuddling

He tolerates it for you tho 😚

Even tho cuddling isn’t really his thing he LOVES when you sit on his lap

Especially when you’re facing him

Also likes when you lay on his chest

Literally just lets you cling to him and do whatever

Acts like he doesn’t care for it but we all know the truth

When he’s tired he just completely lets his guard down

That will probably be the only time he initiates cuddling

Other wise you’re kinda on your own 

Se-mi

Loves laying on your chest !!

Gives you neck kisses when she’s the big spoon 😏

Also a biter

Likes to have you on her lap

Touches your tummy while cuddling

you cannot stop her 😡

Clingiest Gf you can have !!

Takes every opportunity to hug you from behind and just stays like that for as long as possible

When you lay on her chest she likes to play with your hair

Another deep sleeper

Girl will not wake up for anything

If you are in bed with her you better be ready to never leave the bed again once she gets her hands on you

“Babe I need to get up”

“Five more minutessss”

Dae-ho

Most cuddly person ever

Big spoon !!

not so secretly likes being small spoon sometimes

Either rests his head on-top of yours or in your neck

If you guys fall asleep like that expect not to be getting up at all

Literally has a death grip on you

Lays his head on your thighs or chest pt.2

Will fall asleep immediately if you start playing with his hair 🙁

HATES sleeping without you

The lightest sleeper ever

If you softly shake him awake he will either have a dramatic mom reaction or he’ll just be confused asf

My babbyyyyyy

Myung-gi

Struggles to sleep if you aren’t next to him

Religiously the big spoon

He likes to put his hands up your shirt while cuddling and his excuse is

“My hands were cold 🙁”

“Damn right they are 😡”

Yaaaa we all know his real intentions ✊

Neck kisses pt.2 !!

Another one that uses your thighs as a pillow

Moves a lot in his sleep as well but stays holding you the whole time somehow

Loves you being on his lap pt.2

The type to rub your thighs while watching a movie or some sht😭😔🙁😭😡😔😔😡

I want him so bad

Gives you so much kisses !!

I need someone like him omg 😔

Jun-ho

Loves cuddling face to face if that makes sense 😭

Likes to hear about your day while just holding you

Listens intently and plays with your hair as you speak

He also enjoys when you lay on his chest

The weight of your body calms him down and he feels better knowing you’re safe in his arms

If he’s feeling extra vulnerable that day he’ll lay his head on your chest

Probably gets super exhausted after work sometimes so he just falls asleep the second he gets home

and when you join him in bed he immediately wraps his arms around you

Overall I don’t think he’d be to big on cuddling but he also wouldn’t mind

Hyun-ju

She’s just a big teddy bear

Especially when you’re alone with her

She isn’t too big on pda so in public she probably just sticks to holding your hand

But in private you’re getting cuddles, kisses, you name it

There will be a lot of giggling going around

Loves if you braid or play with her hair while cuddling

Lets you try out new hairstyles on her to see which one looks the prettiest 🤭

Loves when you lay on-top of her

When the both of you go to bed she HAS to be touching you

No matter if it’s holding hands or being straight up on top of eachother

Poor girl just needs you 😔

Mi-na

I feel like she wouldn’t really care for being touchy with anyone but if it’s her s/o

Sign her up !!

Definitely small spoon

She wants to be treated like a princess 😋

Puts her legs over your lap and just pouts at you till you rub them

If she’s feeling a little frisky she’ll get you to put your head on her chest and then just cling onto you

Loves giving you kisses !!

ugh I want her

Cannot fall asleep if you aren’t in bed with her

a/n: hii! I hope you guys enjoyed thissss! (If you’ve made requests it might take awhile for me to get to them I’ve been busy lately I hope you understand!) (reqs are currently closed)

[kaissatou]

Namgyu hcs namgyu hcss, there's almost nothing about him😭😭😭 and I got such a love-hate relationship with this guy so it would be cool something like love-hate related? Maybe headcanons or whatever you like where namgyu and reader aren't even a couple but it's like a hot and cold thing, teasing each other all the time..? IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT LMAOOO But yk yk, let your mind flow, it can be nsfw too, however you see fitting!

sorry if this isn’t quite what you wanted lovely, thank you for requesting ♡ afab!reader. not yet proofread!!

fwb!namgyu who never fails to get on your last nerve. He also never fails to milk your gooey little pussy dry. He isn’t your friend- he also isn’t your enemy, but he certainly isn’t your lover.

fwb!namgyu who (lightly) smacks the back of your head whenever he’s behind you purely to annoy you, and totally not to feel the softness of your hands on his chest as you push him away, muttering curses. He hopes you don’t seem to notice the hearts in his eyes, his soft irises suddenly enlarging. You don’t need to see his small grin as he walks off, either.

Constantly going back and forth with fwb!namgyu until he’s pushing you against the wall before you can clock it, his soft lips massaging your own in a sloppy spell, like he’s trying to claim you as his own. Fuck it. You slip a hand into his hair, tangling your fingers between loose strands with a delicious pull that has him- was that a moan? Fuck it. Once can’t hurt.

fwb!namgyu whose got you bent on your bed, back arching in a position that you didn’t know was even possible for you until now. Hips smacking into your own roughly, animalistic grunts filling your ears. A firm hand wrapped around your hair, the pulls adorning your whines as he caresses and cradles that messy sweet spot as he’s balls deep within you. Your face pressed onto the sheets, your overstimulated tears rolling onto the pillow.

It was never just once. After that fateful night it was practically impossible to keep your hands off of each other. Soft touches in the hallway and if you blinked you would’ve missed it, to more obvious things like a loud, breathy kiss the second you open the door and let him in, his limbs intertwining with your own.

fwb!namgyu who used to send you up? messages to you in the middle of the night (hinting that he’s down to fuck) before getting an ounce of dignity. Now, it’s can i come see u?

fwb!namgyu who knows he’s fucked when his mind can’t even imagine teasing you anymore. fwb!namgyu who stays up late at night with your pretty grin wngrained into his mind, the way your eyes curl as he makes you laugh. And then he’s imagining the way your lip curled into a small that one time, and he’s disgusted with himself that he ever let that pretty smile fade. He rolls over to emerge himself into the covers, in hopes of silencing thoughts of you.

fwb!namgyu whose heart drops when you phone him in the middle of one night, the crackle of your shitty network not failing to hide the heart wrenching sobs of yours that had his stomach twisting uncomfortably, his hands itching uncontrollably.

And instantly he’s driving to you before he can stop it, before you can say anything else, his hands gripping the wheel oh so tight, but he can’t even feel it, he can’t even think of anything but you. He’s never done this for a girl before. He’s never done this for you. fwb!namgyu, who’s pretty brown eyes are filled with worry as you let him in, instantly engulfing your sorrow filled frame in a tight embrace.

fwb!namgyu whose heart lets you cry in his arms and whispers pretty words of reassurance to you, a different Namgyu that you knew. A Namgyu that you could grow to…love?

fwb!namgyu who doesn’t seem to annoy you anymore. The same Namgyu whose presence you learn to yearn for. fwb!namgyu who never fails to provide you with flowers whenever he visits. Namgyu who doesn’t visit only for sex anymore, but for movie nights, dinner dates, and things he once deemed before as all too romantic. fwb!namgyu who wants it all, with you.

boyfriend!namgyu whos fucking making love to you so delicately, so softly, so in love, so different from how it was before. boyfriend!namgyu whose got you in missionary, his hair tickling against your neck, his face coming down to your neck, his pretty pink lips adorning your neck. So loving.

Boyfriend!namgyu whose making you take him deeeeep, peppering your face with kisses and shushing your whimpers and whines and moans with i know, I know, shh… His pretty cock filling you to the brim, like the puzzle peice you’ve being missing your whole life.

Boyfriend!namgyu who wakes you up with the smell of coffee and orange juice, your naked body cascaded and hidden like a prize under the soft silk of your duvet, a fullfilled smile hanging lazily on your lips, and the remnant of his kisses. He’ll just have to replace those memories with new ones.

[cozymochi]

Nyoka is so beautiful 😍 sure hope Vil isn’t jealous omhbmjhk

thank youu🥺💖 hhghvhg 😭 THAT REMINDS ME— General interaction is imagery popped into my head

Ermm, don’t worry, Vil got consent to sample venom for his little personal whatever extracurricular he’s up to 🤷

[felixsbakingbud]

SAHAR 😭😭😭😭 my room is once again flooded with tears caused by YOU. OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND SO INTIMATE????

All the small details hello 😭 once again my heart. The morning together, the shared kisses, the cuddles and shared touch OH BOYYYYYY it was so beautifully written I loved it 🥹🥹🥹

YOUR HONOR THEYRE IN LOVE THEYRE SO IN LOVE 😭😭 i love how you write the most simplest of actions but portray them in the most beautiful and intricate way??? Like it’s just so cute to read, got me looking at everything with heart eyes over it all.

And then the buzzcut scene itself??? The little Long for You detail??? You portrayed the kiwi prince himself so WELL AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH I loved that scene so much

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ kiwi princess

in which you’re in love with hyunjin and he asks you to give him a buzzcut. this is so so so domestic and intimate and they’re both obsessed with one another. the fic starts with aftercare so allusion to sex but no smut! mentions of nudity and showering tgtr

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ exactly a year ago i posted a drabble because of hyune’s new burgundy hair and this is dedicated to the insanity that is buzzhyune.. me and hyunjin have a new yearly tradition it seems 🤝 i’ve been having the worst writer’s block so apologies if this is a little rusty.. thank you @hwajin for hyping me up 🥹 i love u

You have come to know the language of Hyunjin’s kisses, memorized the subtle shifts between each brush of his lips against yours.

There’s the good morning kiss, featherlight and drowsy, when you both are lingering still between reverie and waking. His lips find yours instinctively, eyes still closed, as if he’s spent the entire night dreaming of when he’ll kiss you again. As if he couldn’t bear another second spent apart from you.

Then, there’s the quick press of a goodbye kiss, fleeting but still as sweet, as he slips out the door, his keys forgotten and only one airpod in. Yet he’s always stealing that moment with you, his large hands cupping your cheeks, even when time slips through his fingers. He still bends it to his will to make room for you.

And then, the other goodbye kiss, the one that lingers—aching and unhurried—when parting feels too heavy, when his mouth leaves yours only to return, again and again, as if imprinting the shape of his lips onto you, afraid you might forget him in his absence.

And then, there’s now.

Now, when his kisses are slow and weightless, with no urgency, nothing to chase, nothing to ignite. When you are still drifting, when you have yet to regain your footing on earth, when the echoes of your moans still cling to the air, when the taste of your pleasure still coats your tongue, and his, mostly.

It begins with his head nestled into the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning against your collarbone. Your hand drifts along his spine in return, following the subtle dip of his back, tracing patterns into his sweat-slicked skin. His body answers even now, goosebumps blooming beneath your touch like he hasn’t tired of you—never could. As if you could break him apart, build him anew, and he would still come undone at the lightest graze of your hand.

His leg hooks over yours, drawing you closer, until his chest melds into yours. He smells sweet—vanilla and wood, laced with something distinctly Hyunjin. But there’s more—he smells like you, your essence tangled into his, leaving no part where you don’t meet, where imprints of your love don’t show.

His heartbeat thrums wildly, echoing not only in his chest but within the hollow of your ribs, as if his soul slipped between your bones to rest inside the shape of you. Perhaps it was always there— because loving hyunjin never felt ordinary. Loving hyunjin felt too magical, too soul-crushing for an affection bound to mortal flesh.

At first, you felt shy—acutely aware of the sweat that glossed your skin, the strands of hair sticking to your forehead, the haze in your eyes. You’d tried to slip away, retreat to the shower, but his hand would always circle your wrist, his voice soft—stay.

And so you do.

His lips find yours again—not driven by urgency, not chasing after more. He kisses you lazily, as if savoring the taste of you, the feel of your lips, the shape of your breath. As if kissing you is not about wanting, but about rejoicing—about holding onto something he knows is already his.

Hyunjin’s body is warm against yours, his hands kneading at your supple flesh, tracing patterns on the soft skin of your waist. He kisses you slowly, his nose grazing yours every now and then, your teeth clashing each time one of you giggles for no apparent reason, smiles sported forth by how innocent this moment feels in hindsight, compared to everything carnally passionate that took place before it.

your fingers thread into the dark locks at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer till your legs tangle like roots pressing deeper into the earth. there’s something so intimate in having him so near, at your most vulnerable form— in the quiet offering of yourself, bare and unguarded, with him as witness and sanctuary. To feel his eyes trace each one of your contours in love, in hunger, like having you pressed to him could not possibly be close enough.

“cold,” he whispers with a soft giggle as your palm presses to his chest. His words dissolve into breathy chuckles when your fingers trail lower, teasing him, and he retaliates by tickling your sides until the pillows surrounding you all fall to the floor.

“Stop—Hyunjin, I’m sorry,” you yelp between gasps of laughter, twisting beneath him. He doesn’t let up, though his lips continue their path along your neck, peppering kisses across your soft skin. Your cheeks flush, and you’re unsure whether it’s from how hard you’re laughing or how his touch feels like the very sun caressing you.

Without warning, he gathers you into his arms, before throwing you over his shoulder. You yelp, legs kicking playfully in the air while your fists drum lightly against his back.

“hyune,” you whine, his name slipping from your lips as he grins, head tipped back in laughter.

“What, baby?” he teases, stepping into the bathroom. Your gaze catches on the mirror, but it isn’t his bare, sculpted, form that captures your attention.

It’s the reflection of both of you—eyes bright, faces glowing with a love so profound it feels as if it could bloom into existence right then and there, expanding to coat the entire universe in the very colors that shape your lover—red, like the flush of his lips, plump and swollen from kissing you breathless, then orange, like the warmth of his hands as they trail softly over your skin, leaving you ablaze in their wake, and somewhat blue, like the glossy sheen of his eyes, deep and penetrating, as they drink you in—whole, bare, and his.

“Here,” he says softly, lowering you to the ground and brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Princess first.”

His hands linger at your waist as he tests the water temperature before he finally guides you beneath the stream.

It’s become second nature, this ritual of showering together—breathy chuckles escaping you both at how terribly cold it is. Though you still have to pretend that him reaching out for your shampoo doesn’t free something delicate inside you, like butterfly wings fluttering against fragile glass.

“Isn’t your shampoo fancier?” you’d teased once, and he only shook his head with a quiet giggle. “I like how yours smells.”

Later in bed, curled into your chest, his ear pressed to your heartbeat, he explained it was more than the sweetness of your scent. It was his need to carry you—in the hollow of his collarbones, in the tangle of his hair. A longing to smell like you, to feel you on him even through something as mundane as soap, as shampoo.

“Your hair’s getting long,” you muse, your fingers weaving through damp strands, twisting them softly.

“Should I chop it all off?” he asks, pouring shampoo into his palms before lathering it into your hair.

When you don’t answer right away, his teeth graze your shoulder, playful and fleeting. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Alright, cannibal Hwang,” you laugh. “Do you actually want to do it?”

“I’ve thought about it, a lot,” he admits, softly.

You turn suddenly, cupping his face, tilting it left and right as if sculpting him with your eyes.

“What… are you doing?” he chuckles.

“Shh. I’m visualizing.”

“Well,” he kisses you, quick and light, like a sudden summer rain, “you’re cute when you visualize.”

“Hwang Hyunjin,” you start, tone solemn, even as a smile threatens to spill from your lips. “You’re blessed with a face card that comes once in a century, a face card that could pay off the world’s debt. A face card that is more powerful than all other face cards combined. If aliens come to planet Earth and we need to show them just one face card to save the human race, it would be yours. Unanimously.”

He groans, burying his face in your neck, though it is not fast enough to conceal the reddening of his cheeks from you.

“Angel, I think the soap’s messing with your head.”

“They hanged Galileo for telling the truth too,” you say sternly, and he twirls you beneath the water once more.

“My point is—you should do it. It’ll suit you.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. I’m an expert in Hwang Hyunjin face cards, after all.”

“Stop calling me with my full name,” he whines in your ear, “it gives me weird goosebumps.”

“Apologies my love, my angel, my munchkin, my cinnamon roll, my baby dumpling, my strawberry milkshake, my little eggplant—”

“Okay now you’re just hungry,” he laughs, and the sound seems to trigger your own uncontrollable giggles. You swear the world becomes brighter for a second at the sound of his laugh. As if pierced by a bolt of light sent out just to celebrate Hyunjin’s joy.

And that’s how you find yourself perched on the bathroom sink, half an hour later, a trimmer humming softly in your hand.

“I still think we should sign a contract stating I’m not liable for how this haircut turns out,” you tease.

His pout deepens as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “What happened to your confidence in my face card?” His hands find their place at your sides, and his warm, honey-dipped eyes blink up at you—so tender, so trusting. His face glows, dewy from the moisturizer you pressed into his skin. His lips are tinted red from your cherry chapstick, and his hair is so long, and silky, and soft.

“Shh. We need a moment of silence for your hair. I’m in mourning.”

“Alright, you can take a moment of silence, while I…” his lips brush yours, soft and deliberate, “kiss you.”

“This is highly inappropriate,” you giggle, as you smile into the kiss, “your poor hair. not even a proper goodbye…” you tease, placing a final peck on the tip of his nose.

“Alright,” he nods, puffing up his cheeks, “You can start.”

“Siri, play Long For You.”

He raises an eyebrow at your command, and you widen your eyes in defense. “What? It’s to set the mood.”

The bathroom hushes, save for Hyunjin’s melancholic voice drifting between the tiles. His eyes never leave you, tracing the shape of your face as your hands carefully shave away strands of his hair, his thumbs grazing your sides so tenderly it makes your knees grow weak. There’s something so achingly intimate about this setting, as everything with hyunjin is. To have him so close to you, placing himself in your hands, looking up at you with eyes that drip of adoration.

“Woah…” you breathe when you’re done, a soft smile curving at your lips.

“Do you hate it? Did my face card fail?” His voice wavers just enough for you to hear the insecurity he’s trying to mask.

Your palms cup his cheeks, fingertips tracing the contours of his lovely features as if memorizing him all over again. “You’re beautiful, my Hyune.”

“You mean it?”

“Always. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

Sliding down from the counter, you guide him to the mirror. His reflection stares back, wide-eyed and unsure, as your head rests gently against his arm.

“What do you think?”

“I… love it?” he offers, uncertain, and you giggle.

“Didn’t I do a good job?”

His nod is immediate. “I’d trust you with my actual life. You know that, right?”

You smile softly, tucking yourself into his arms as he pulls you in front of him. His chin nestles into the crook of your shoulder. He’s warm, and he smells like you. And you smell like him. And he’s yours.

“You know… the more I look at it, the more attractive it gets,” he murmurs.

“Of course. You can make even a buzzcut look insanely hot. I hate you.”

He grins, “and my crazy all mighty face card?”

“Precisely,” you laugh. “You know… don’t you think you look a bit like…”

Your voice drifts off, and his eyes narrow with suspicion. “Like what?”

“You do kind of look like a kiwi,” you muse, barely containing your laughter.

“Not again,” he groans, as you dissolve into giggles— “My little golden kiwi princess.”

“You’re insane. And maybe a little cannibalistic. And insane. I mean—do I always have to look like food? What about a flower, what about—”

“And don't you love me still?”

His rant fades as his eyes soften, the teasing giving way to something quieter. His smile is bright, and warm, like a thousand suns colliding into one.

“And I love you. So much more than you’ll ever know.”

[burnforyou]

PLEASEEE can we have sweet luigi bc weve had so much of him being like a dick LMAO i feel like kinda sweet geeky lu would be so cute

i know!!! i just know he is the sweetest boyfriend ever…

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who got nervous when you approached him with a question during office hours, even though he’s a TA and gets questions from so many other people.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who would bring you flowers before every date. from little, sweet wildflowers he pulled over on the side of the road to pick, to beautiful magnolia bouquets he ordered from a florist. one date he brought you lego flowers and you two had a lego date night.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who knows he is inexperienced in dating, but doesn’t want you to know, so he googles “how to kiss a girl” in a private browser.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who didn’t know he pouts his lips everytime he’s deep in thought until you point it out and start pressing little kisses on his lips when he pouts.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who just stares at you when you cuddle for the first time, not really sure how to hold you.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who asks his sisters for advice. they tease him about having his first ever girlfriend.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU whose love language is acts of service, so he offers to do all your maths and science homework. you feel guilty every time, but you really need the extra help, so you agree to let him do it.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU whose love language is acts of service, so he’ll take off your heels after a date night and carry you back to your house.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who never mansplains to you. he’s very aware of not being an asshole when he’s explaining something to you.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who’s kinda ashamed of how nerdy he really is because he doesn’t want you to think he’s really weird.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who wants to tell you he loves you very early on because he genuinely feels like he wants to be with you forever and doesn’t know what love bombing is.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who’s still a little shy around your friends, but he tries really hard to be funny around them and you think it’s so cute 😭😭😭😭.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who falls asleep everytime you two are just laying around and hanging out at your houses. especially if he’s at your place, there’s something that’s so relaxing to him about your house and the smell of it. he considers you his comfort place, somewhere where he can let go of all his stress and pain and just lay in your arms.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who asks you to go to his frat’s halloween party with a matching costume, luigi and princess daisy <3

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who’s confused when you sigh when he puts on the fuck ass bali shirt.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who purchased an old camera at a thrift store and became obsessed with capturing you through his eyes.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who really wants to introduce you to his family.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who doesn’t get mad when he’s jealous, he just gets sad. but when his asshole cousin flirts with you at his family function, that changes.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who whimpers when you two are intimate.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who sends you songs and says they remind him of you.

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who stalked your spotify playlists and then started incorporating your favorite songs and artists into his playlists. he’d purposely play the playlist he made that was mixed with yours and his favorite songs so you’d gasp everytime your songs played. “i didn’t know you knew this song!”

SWEET BOYFRIEND!LU who usually never let anyone touch his curls because his sisters used to mess with them when he was growing up. until you came around. then your fingers are almost always twirled around his little curls. he starts growing his hair out more when you tell him how much you love it.

[quesocheeso]

do you know this „I want my dad“ Audio from Steven universe ? Where he misses his dad and cries. I could see mk do that in the past. He parents don’t know him and he has never felt more alone. All his life his parents were there to solve his problems and for the first time he is entirely on his own

Oh man you're so right☹️ he's like super happy and peppy in the presence of others but at night when he has to return to his empty lonely guest room he's alone with his thoughts and the realization of how far away from home he truly is and no concrete way of going back,,,oohhh right in the feels😭😭

You know whenever you’re in bad trouble and you have the urge to call out for your parents because they’re always there and ready to take care of the problem? That’s MK in the past