#i just love love love their dinamic so much

[arretoskore]

Well here's to the long way down job hitting violently in the feels again 🥲

[timeladix]

Today's mood is dream in different stages of pinching his nose because delirium *happens*

[heartfeltletters-written]

thinking about how interesting the black family could be as a whole but fannon has twisted their personalities so deeply that they’re unrecognizable and refuses to write them as the morally grey/dark characters that they are !!

sirius perpetuating the views of his family in his first year as a gryffindor and having james always correct him. sirius suffering through his teenage years because he wants to please his family so badly so he learns to lie and manipulate but at the same time feels conflicted and wants to be a good person bc … the potters

regulus being a assumed death eater who honestly hated his brother bc he was the perfect heir but now he has to do sirius’ work. give me regulus enjoying hurting people because it pleased his family and he was hungry for acceptance to then later find out voldemort secret and completely freak out and how that affected his morals

bellatrix being the crazy one where all the expectations were on her and craving ambition so when the opportunity arose she took it without hesitance becoming voldemort most trusted follower. but also give me bellatrix being so annoyed and angry at andromeda and sirius for leaving all of them because family should come before everything and do they not see the sacrifices she made for all of them, being the eldest ??

narcissa and her perfect life and how she alone uphold the black family moto while everyone else was either in jail/dead or burned from the family tree so she took it up to herself to carry her family’s name and honor. give me narcissa agreeing with voldemort’s ideals of blood purity but not agreeing with the violence and the killing. give me narcissa seeing andromeda across the room and not being able to reach but wanting too because that’s her big sister but knowing she can’t because she betrayed them all for an inferior being and narcissa kind of hates her but she really doesn’t

give me andromeda missing her sisters so much and wondering how they were doing. give me internal conflict and guilt for leaving her family behind but also no regret because she loved ted and her daughter so much. give me her visiting bella in azkaban because she wanted to see her because she’s still her sister even if she hates her.

give me blacks and their family DRAMA !! give me complicated emotions forged upon years of abuse and sibling competition. missing each other and doing nothing about it so much so that it’s bellatrix who kills sirius which makes it even more heartbreaking. give me their mistaking painful longing with hate.

[dick-the3rd]

For the trope rating thing, enemies to lovers?

FUCK YES. FUCK YES A THOUSAND TIMES OVER. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW

Listen. Enemies to lovers is the shit.

It's about the misconceptions. It's about knowing the worst side of a person. It's about chosing to find the common ground. It's about realizing that despite all the differences there's also so much in common. It's the knowledge of their differences being what make them complete each other.

Also, if they're long term enemies? Jesus.

It's about the familiarity born out of coexistence, bc it gets to a point where maybe the enemy is not the person who knows you best, but it's definitely the person who knows you longer. Just like you are the person who knows them longer.

And I just could go on and on....

send me a trope and i'll rate it

[tomato-ace]

I love Promise Tower, all my homies love Promise Tower, you should love Promise Tower too

[exis-j-harvey]

Just finished a lovely fanfiction from @dreadpirateurania13 and I'm fucking obsest, love the way you build up scenes and the relationship dinamic between Hugo and Varian Is my Bible, thank you so much😭✨

Suggest everyone give it a go!

These are some sketches inspired by the last chapter (and I have more in the backroom)

[ghostlyferrettarot]

♥︎Pick a picture: 🍭🍩Random messages from your Person🍩🍭

•Pile 1 •Pile 2 •Pile 3

❗️This is a collective reading, take what resonates and leave the rest❗️

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🍩Masterlist🍩

💛Pile 1:

🍫" Its time to get loose!"

🍫" Do you like me as much as i like you?"

🍫" Who am i kidding? they know the way i look at you"

🍫"Work smart, not hard, my love"

🍫" Im on me knees when you look at me"

🍫" Sometimes i feel unreal when you are around me"

🍫" Some say im possed, but only for you ;)"

♥︎Hi pile 1! your person its so fun, i cant with them :"D. This pile is giving me a lot of Anthony and Kate from Bridgerton type of dinamic; this person will literally worship the ground you walk on, and i love that for you. Honestly i had so much fun channeling these, i love your energy pile 1!

🍫Song:

💛Pile 2:

🧁" Your smile it's melting my heart"

🧁"I truly hope you are celebrating yourself right now, you deserve it"

🧁"Is it hot in here or its just me?"

🧁"Sometimes i cant believe im so lucky to share my days with you"

🧁"Please take good care of yourself while im not there"

🧁"I'm happy if you are happy"

🧁"Even if everything sucks, i know for sure you will shine regarless"

🧁"You and me, me and you, just us"

♥︎Hi pile 2! your person its so sweet and caring. This is your rock, they love you unconditianally and its so pure to channel. The color white is being really prominent, so this one may be significant, aswell as bears and white cats. I feel like you two communicate a lot through your higher self, telepatic connection vibe.

🧁Song:

💛Pile 3:

🍦" Love you to the moon and to Saturn"

🍦"STOP STRESSING! IT WILL BE OKAY!"

🍦"You are so much more capable than what you think, you know that right?"

🍦"Sometimes we just need a little fun and a good nap, my love"

🍦"Dont you just love our midnight adventures"

🍦"Thanks for being my travel and life buddy"

🍦"Dont worry, ill take care of it ;)"

🍦"Only you truly know me"

♥︎Hi pile 3! your person its your biggest fan honestly; start trusting in yourself and your abilities more, you have all the tools you need in yourself; just start beliving more in yourself. This person loves yiu and wants to see you shine, you are the star!

🍦Song:

🍦🍩Thanks for reading and tell me if it resonated🍩🍦

[solowinx]

GRAVITY FALLS FANDOM IS BACK

it actually never completely died, it was pretty inactive tho. now thanks to alex hirsch it's back and so happy about it!! that show was a huge part of my preteens and early teens. back in the day i related so much with dipper (probably because it reminded of me and my twin's dinamic). nowadays thanks to a rewatch i understood how much i feel mabel too. honestly i dont even get the hate she went through. lets be real, the real "selfish" sibling was dipper. he was obsessed with wendy and he would have done anything to hang out with her, even time travelling. at the end of the day we are talking about two 12 years old children, they are obviously not perfect and that's okay. im 19 now, im too old to be pissed off. in fact im rewatching the series with a smile on my face all the time. i need to admit it's weird to feel more soos now, im closer to his age than dipper or even wendy.

oh, anyway if they are gonna make a season 3 i demand that dipcifica is 100% canon! (fck dipbill, wendip and candip)

i have mixed feelings for billford... i mean bill is literally a demon

as a twin i love the way alex portrayed mabel's and dipper's personalities (stan's and ford's too) . i hate when authors show creepy identical twins or completely different twins. twins are somehow similar in personality department because they live in the same house, you know just like normal siblings... at the same time they don't read each other mind, they are humans (and alex knows it well, he is literally a twin too)

[kaliforniahigh]

fwb noah but he gets upset if you go on dates or talk to other people

fwb noah who swears up and fucking down that it's just a casual thing but you're his lockscreen and he's never, ever, forgotten a holiday with you

fwb noah who stalks your socials pretty regularly, and will text you like 🤨

Thank you so much for the request! I hope I made it justice :D

Warnings: fluff, mentions of throwing up, jealousy, Noah is a lovesick fool.

Requests are open! Please check the guidelines before requesting.

WC: 1.426

Your dinamic with Noah didn't really change that much. Years of friendship brought along the comfort you felt with each other. You slept on his bed countless of times and he slept on yours the same.

Whenever you were on a trip with the boys, you would always be assigned to room together. Or sit together on the plane and sit next to each other during meals. It's just the way it was. You like not having to order at restaurants because he already knows what you get in every single one of them.

So no one was really surprised when your friendship evolved to friends with benefits. He cared for you and you cared for him, now in more ways than one.

It was good, because you didn't have to worry about embarrassing yourself, you didn't have to worry about casual conversation or the awkardness of first dates and first kisses. You already knew each other too well for that.

You actually sat down to talk about this, to set boundaries and what not. You settled on some ground rules:

It can't interfere on your friendship.

You can't catch feelings.

You're exclusive in the sex department, but if you're going out with someone and you feel like you're gonna have sex with them, you give each other a heads up.

No jealousy.

Right now, you were just relaxing on the couch, Noah playing video games beside you, while you read your book. Your phone pinged beside you, alerting that a noticifcation has come through. Both Noah and you look at it, the little fire on the app icon catching his attention.

"You're on Tinder?", he asked you, pausing his game.

"Yeah? I though you knew", you just talked to people there. You knew you weren't going to find the love of your life on a dating app, but maybe a date or two couldn't hurt.

"You talking to someone there?", he went back to his game, trying to distract himself and look away from you, so you couldn't read his face.

"I've talked to a few people. Might go on a date next week actually", you said, nonchalantly, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. "Are you bothered?", you asked, when he didn't askwer you right away.

"No, of course not. You can go on dates, that's fine", he reassured you (and himself)

"You would tell me if it bothered you, right?", you didn't know if you wanted him to be bothered or not.

"There's not much I wouldn't tell you. You know that. Seriously, it's fine", you decided to trust him with that.

The days went by as usual. You observed Noah for any signs that he might be uncomfortable with you being on dating apps, but found none. He might actually not care about, or if he did care, he hid it very well.

When the night of your date came around, you were finishing getting ready, about to leave the door and drive to the restaurant. Your phone vibrated a few times on your purse as you were grabbing your keys. You pulled it out and looked at the screen, seeing texts from Noah.

Noah: I feel so sick :( Noah: I've trown up three times already. Noah: I actually feel a little dizzy right now.

He rarely felt sick, so this actually got you a little bit worried.

You: Maybe it was something you ate? Make sure to drink water. Noah: I don't know, I really don't feel well. You: Do you wanna go to the hospital? Noah: I don't think I need to. But I don't think I can get up from the bed. I feel weak. You: You want me to come over?

You sat down on your couch, waiting for his response and hoping it wasn't too late to bail on your date.

Noah: You have a date today, I don't wanna ruin it for you. You: It's ok, you need me right now. I'll be there in ten. I have the spare key.

Shooting the guy you were supposed to meet in a little bit a quick message, saying you wouldn't be able to make it and apologizing, you opened the door and made your way over to Noah's place.

Parking outside and making your way in, you called out his name, but only heard grunting in response. You went up to his room and found him laying on his bed, covered by a blanket. A lazy smile gracing his features when he saw you.

"How are you feeling?", you sat on the edge of his bed, putting your hand on his forehead to measure his temperature. He didn't feel warm or cold. That's a little better.

"Not very well. I don't know what could've happened", his voice was small, but not as rough as you would've expected for someone who threw up three times.

"Do you want me to lay with you?", you asked, rubbing his arm from atop the blanket.

"I don't want you catching whatever I have", he coughed a couple of times. You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Do you have the flu or a stomach bug?", you aked him.

"I don't know. But it could be viral?", he made a puzzled face and you hummed.

"Well, I don't mind. I'm here, so we're gonna cuddle a bit. Scootch over", you could see a little smile playing on lips.

Once you were settled on the bed, with your head on his chest and his arms around your shoulders, you hear him ask you "did you cancel your date?"

"Yeah, I did. Don't worry, we'll reschedule it", your voice was a little muffled by the blanket and his hoodie.

"Ok", his answer was simple, but you knew him enough by now to know that something was definetely off. You had a feeling about what it could be, but now you were sure. You weren't even looking at him and you could hear the smile on his face.

"Hold on", you lifted your head, quick enough to see him changing his smiley face to one of false sickness. "You didn't lie about being sick just so I would cancel my date, did you?"

"What? No! I would never do that", he made a face of false indignation.

"Then let me take you to the hospital", you started to get up, but he held your arm back, making you plop down on him again.

"No! You don't have to do that. I'm already feeling better. See?" he moved his hands in the general direction of his body.

"No, thowing up three times can't be good. You're probably very sick, some IV fluids would do you some good", you laid it on thick, in hopes he would finally admit to it. But you weren't expecting his next move, because seconds after saying this, you felt his hand grip the back of your neck, bringing your lips together in a kiss. You melted immediately into his body, pressing your chests together.

"See? I'm totally better", he said, not moving his lips too far away from yours.

"Noah, we need to talk about this", you whispered back.

"No, we don't. I just wanted you here with me. Nothing wrong with that", you felt butterflies at his words, specially since you were so close together, and he felt so warm and firm underneath you.

"So it wasn't because I was going out on a date?", you pried.

"Maybe a tiny little bit", he looked a little guilty now, but you didn't have the chance to call him out on it, because he kept going "I don't like the idea of another man having you the way that I get to have you"

You tried to not clench your thighs together.

"I know we agreed on not catching feelings and being jealous, but I'm starting to hate the fact that I can't call you mine. Or introduce you to people as my girlfriend. I don't want you to be someone I just mess around with. You're so much more than that"

You didn't know you needed to hear those words until he said them. Suddenly you understood why you two just felt so good together. Why everyone else didn't compare to how he made you feel. Why you dropped that date the second he needed you.

"I have an idea about how you could make me yours", you said, a little grin on your face.

"Oh, I plan on doing that the whole night. But first I need you to delete that goddamn app on your phone", he reached for your phone on the bed side table, as you laughed on his chest.

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[woah-i-am-here]

I just spent 3 days of my life reading all the Alenoah fanfics available in Archive of Our Own. I was inspired enough to draw stuff based on the fanfics I ate. Man, I legit loved it. I bring gay, yuri and alenoah because i love the ship no matter the gender of those two dorks.

.

Also since i have no ao3 account i'm gonna wait for a Fanfic with Alenoah with a swap dinamic. I'm dying for a flirty newcomer Noah who knows is pretty and uses his brain, looks and high IQ to manipulate his way to the top —being as lazy as he can on the challenges—. Oh, and Alejandro being a sarcastic young man who is tired of everybody's shit, and is the one carrying his team, poor him. Man, it would be divine. I need it. I even did fanart.

"There is no shame in finding me pretty, Alejandro. "

"You are like a Snake, venenoso y traicionero."

Bonus:

A fanfic made me ship Courtney x Emma. I love those 2 so much. Help me.

[olderthannetfic]

I urge fic writers to not dismiss compliments as general kindness. when people are saying over and over how much they love your work, how unique you've made this pair dinamic, please believe them. it's so sad when a story changed your life and the author doesn't quite believe it when you tell them.

--

People rarely realize how much their poor self esteem is bad for the people around them, not just themselves.

[alwaysanundertone]

Day 7 :daddy kink | Draco Malfoy

smut

TW: spanking, daddy/bbg dinamic (kind of, nothing extra), aftercare

You were reading on your bed, way past your normal bed time. Your roommates were gone for the weekend, visiting their parents, but since yours didn’t seem to care about you, you were all alone. Not that you were upset about it, you got used to it with the time, you just were sad to be all alone. And yes, maybe you were a bit torn over the fact that your own parents didn’t want your company, but you had come to terms with it, somehow.

The only fun part about all of this was that, with Draco being away too, you could break all of his stupid rules and enjoy your night, just how you liked it. You’ve pleasured yourself and now you could skip the boring part, sleeping, altogether, because no one was there to tell you that you behaved badly.

That was, until you heard a knock on your door, interrupting your reading time. You didn’t expect anyone, so you got up, wand in hand, and got to the door. Once you opened it, here stood your boyfriend.

“Draco?”

He smiled down at you. “Surprise, princess. Got home early, wanted to surprise you and- wait a minute, you don’t have your ‘I just got up’ look” Your initial excitement died down quickly.

“Uhm”

He took a once over of you, coming up with a disapproving look. “Let’s see how many rules you’ve broken”

The dynamic suddenly shifted, you looked up at him with puppy eyes. “Daddy, sorry, didn’t mean to-“

He shook his head, manhandling you to the side, it only took one look at your bed to spot the rose toy. “Have you drunk water? When was the last time you’ve eaten something” Suddenly, it came down to you how much you messed up: you decided to be honest.

“I haven’t eaten today, but I’ve drunk water”

“Baby, I’m kind of disappointed” Your eyes suddenly got watery, and he really couldn’t resist you when you cried, enveloping you in a warm embrace. “Tell me what happened”

You sniffed. “I just felt really lonely, no one’s at Hogwarts. Didn’t mean to disappoint you” You dived deep in between his arms, hugging him as close to you as possible; the idea of having let down the only person who cared about you unbearable. “I’m sorry”

“I knew you’d get lonely, but this doesn’t justify you breaking my rules and not looking after yourself. I know it’s not easy, baby girl, but you have to try” He shifted you, so now you were on his lap, your legs close to your chest. You stayed like this for a while, until he decided to interrupt this quiet moment.

“You know I have to punish you, right?” You nodded against his chest. “Do you want to be punished now or later?”

“Now” You felt him smile against the crown of your head.

“Perfect, on my lap then, ass up” You obeyed. “Now love, if it gets too much, you say red and I’ll stop. I will spank you, and you will count them out loud. Do you understand?”

You nodded. “Yes daddy”

He bent down, kissing one of your exposed ass cheeks, before slapping it. The first one wasn’t harsh, making you flinch just a little.

“One”

“Good girl.”

The next five came in rapid succession, making you whimper while you counted. He stopped for a bit, massaging the red spot. “Love, can you tell me why am I punishing you?”

You sniffled, nuzzling his thigh. “Because I disobeyed you”

He made a disapproving sound. “No, love, it’s not that. I’m not punishing you because you didn’t listen to me. I’m punishing you because you have to learn to take care of yourself, okay? You can’t stop looking after yourself just because I’m not around to check on you darling. Understood? Daddy only wants what’s best for you, I don’t like punishing you, but if I can change the way you treat yourself, I will do it”

You started crying silently. Truth was, you never had someone who cared about you like Draco did, sometimes his love and care got a bit overwhelming. He knew you were crying, but he didn’t mention it, knowing you didn’t like to be called out on it.

He delivered five more spanks in rapid succession, you held your breath through it all, counting them. He softly caressed your butt, squeezing it slightly.

“Love, you did a great job at handling your punishment, I think that’s enough.” He positioned you on the bed, the sudden loss of contact feeling like a stab in the chest.

“Daddy, please” You sobbed, burying your head in your pillow. You knew, rationally, that he wasn’t leaving you, but you were too deep in sub space to acknowledge it.

“Daddy’s here, baby. I’m never going to leave you, ever. Next time, you will be coming with me to the manor”

Tears kept coming down your eyes while he rubbed the soothing balm on the reddened skin. He pressed a kiss on the crown of your head.

“I’m so proud of you, baby. You’re always so good for me, I love you so much, you have no idea” He cradled your face in his hands, you tried to cover your tear-streaked cheeks, but he made a disapproving sound. “No hiding, princess. You’re emotions are valid, I won’t judge you, ever. You’re so beautiful” He pecked your lips.

“Now, I think we should go sleeping, okay?” You nodded, you were too deep in subspace to even think about protesting.

Once he lied down on the bed, he positioned you right on top of him, you both fell in a deep slumber in a matter of minutes.

tags: @sxmnc @peterparkerspersonalplaything @riaaavm @iamawkwardandshy @eeviee4 @mysterialee @famouscrusadeluminary @el1smells @rishofkf @mooonyxoxo @happymaeday @yourfiendlyneighbourspiderman @whyshouldihaveanam3 @amazing-bobinsky @barnesandmetal @just-here-for-ff @sammyreid @remussbitch

[chaifootsteps]

Its so funny to me when i still see Charlastor haters claim that people "only ship it out of spite!" When it was literally the most popular ship of al Hazbin Hotel since the very start, LMAO!

Like back in the pilot day, every time you looked up fanarts and fancomics of Hazbin Hotel it was almost inevitable to get Charlastor things even when you werent looking for it, it was basically THE hazbin ship.

People just loved the dinamic they showed, even some just acepted it as canon.

It helped a lot that the canon relationship Charlie had with Vaggie was so lifeless that 80% of the viewers didnt even register it as it was meant to be romantic.

Something that stuck with me was that someone on twitter said that they watched the Hazbin pilot with some of their lesbian friends, and after watching it they (the lesbians) said that they thought Alastor was meant to be Charlie's love interest.

Also there were people thinking that Vaggie was meant to be a family member of Charlie due their interactions.

When i watched the pilot i thought that Vaggie was just a close friend of Charlie that had a little secret crush on Charlie, but even i suspected that i could be wrong and it was only meant to be friends lmao.

But yeah, Charlastor was the ship for the fandom since the pilot, to this day is basically an important pillar of the fandom.

Also, the "father-daughter" dynamic they tried to put on them was so forced embarassing and people already decided they work better as lovers. Like at this point people just took it as "your daughter calls me daddy too".

Charlastor isnt my cup of tea, but i have a huge respect for the shippers who still post content of them as much as many of the fans (and even the creator of the goddamn show) hate it and try to bully them off the fandom. The haters are just the dumbest bitches on earth and i like making fun of them.

My theory is that a lot of people, definitely in the Viv realm but also in modern day fandom in general, view fandom as less a hobby than something you do in service to a specific creator or idea. So if you're creating fanworks for something like Charlastor, it has to be out of pure spite and not because you just...genuinely like this very popular, very enduring ship that Viv happens to hate.

That, and also they're the dumbest bitches on Earth.

[thechurchoftheradiodemon]

I've been mulling over something. I read one of Vivzie's interviews lately and I've come to some conclusions about Alastor's character (these are just my own theories, though, so we'll see how everything actually develops in s2).

Unfortunately, I believe, canonically, Alastor is NOT aromantic. Maybe on the aro-spectrum, and deffinitely asexual, but not aro per se. In this interview, Vivzie confirms Alastor's asexuality, and plays with his aro identity saying something like "I don't want to ruin people's fun with him". This could be queerbaiting in a sense (I don't actually think so, when Vivzie is high on queer representation, but aro people are very left behind in the community, sadly).

But she continues to add on that there are plans for Alastor in the future of the series, saying something like "I can't confirm that he is aromantic". To me, this reads like we will see romance in Alastor's life in season 2, wether it's a past lover/romantic interest or a new one I could not say. She would've had no problem in confirming Alastor as aromantic otherwise, and I interpret this as Vivzie not wanting to spoil part of the plot.

I used to think that Alastor's deal would most surely be with Lilith, but, while it could be the case, I'm not so sure anymore (although it could be a fun dinamic). But, nontheless, I think Lilith's and Alastor's 7 year absence and his deal are intertwinded somehow.

My bet, for the future romance plot, is that it could be one of these three: either Lilith, whom the fandom is already considering in a sense; the mysterious Eve, or... Lucifer. HEAR ME OUT. I don't say this as a Radioapple enjoyer. The reasons I think it could be Lucifer are the same that I think it could be Eve (although we know absolutely nothing about her).

Mainly, I draw these conclusions from the early comic Zoophobia, from where we know Alastor's character was taken. In this comic, his character is supposed to have a crush on the character of KayCee, a powerful being with whom he could have made an alliance to reign chaos.

KayCee's descriptions could match either of the three romantic interests I mentioned, but what strikes me more are her defining traits: white and gold colour palette, and the apple. We know not all of Vivzie's characters stem from Zoophobia, and the ones that do have (understandably so) went through important changes through the years, mediums and aesthetics.

BUT these could be some clues into what we might discover in s2 of Hazbin. And, so long, the character we've seen fit this palette and apple motif is none other than Lucifer himself. Eve, on the other hand, is also shown during the intro sporting some sort of apple motif, which could be indicative of her future appearance in the series. But we know so little about her, and, knowing Hazbin Hotel will only have 2 seasons confirmed, I'm not sure we will see more of her.

I personally don't like the idea of losing Alastor as an aromantic character. I'd much rather not see him in a romantic relationship whatsoever in the canon series. But that is not my call to make, and he will always be our ace-king no matter what. Also, that wouldn't mean his story or character will be less interesting or developed. So we'll have to wait and see...

(This is visual representation of me reaching these conclusions, btw)

I would love to hear what other fans think about this, so if you want to leave and opinion in the comments we can discuss!

[mingi-s-dimples]

His love, a masterpiece in his eyes - Yeosang

KINKTOBER DAY 20, REQ. BY anon

~"Ateez Yeosang x Reader who self doubts. Please add squirting/ toys/ Yeosang using deepvoice/"

pairing: bf!yeosang x gf fem!reader

genre: 18+, soft smut

summary: You've been feeling insecure about... kinda everything, lately, and your sweet boyfriend decides to please you and show you just how much he loves you.

wc: 3.7k

warnings: mentions of body checking, mention of insecurities (remember to love yourself as you are ♡), use of toys, (vibrator), fingering, p in v, lots lots of praising, mirror sex duh, there's a slight slight the slightest hint of dom in yeosang *a speck*, i absolutely don't know what else I could add, unprotected (boo wrap up irl!), completely consensual, for sure forgot something, unedited might edit later.

Author's Note: Heyy guysss so this one is a little bit sad in the first part, the introductory part. Tho I absolutely love their dinamic ngl and he is def the person to praise tf out of you and for your pleasure. Enjoy ml! 💖 This fic is on the softer side btw.

Whoever feels down for whatever reason or insecurity that is bother you, please remember that you are your own person and everyone is left with oneself in the end. Cherish your body and mind to the fullest 🤍

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member.

It was a quiet afternoon. The soft hum of the wind blew through the slightly cracked window, carrying with it the crisp scent of fall. You sat cross-legged on the bed, your laptop open in front of you, textbooks scattered around, along with a haphazard assortment of notes, highlighters, and pens. You had been working on a particularly difficult assignment for hours now, the once-clear instructions now feeling like an incoherent jumble. The small ticking of the wall clock added to the already growing pressure in her chest.

The semester had been grueling so far—between lectures, exams, and papers, You barely had time to breathe. Today was supposed to be productive. Though, you could feel the beginnings of a familiar anxiety creeping up on you.

At first, it was just a small voice, a whisper of uncertainty.

"Maybe I’m not cut out for this."

You brushed it aside, trying to focus on the work. But the longer you stared at the assignments, the louder the voice grew, until it drowned out everything else. The once methodical clicking of your fingers on the keyboard slowed and eventually stopped. Shoulders slumped, and you let out a frustrated sigh, leaning back against the headboard.

“Why am I even trying?” you muttered to yourself. “I’ll never get it right.”

Your gaze shifted to the chaotic spread of materials around. There was a strange irony in the way the bed had started out as an organized workspace, but now it seemed to mirror your internal state: disarrayed, overwhelmed, and falling apart.

The spiral of thoughts that followed was inevitable. First, it was about your academic abilities. Maybe you weren’t smart enough for university, maybe you weren't disciplined enough, maybe you were just a fraud pretending to belong here. Then, like a wave crashing over, it expanded beyond school.

It wasn’t just your mind that wasn’t enough—it was your body too.

You stood from your bed, walking over to the mirror that hung on the back of the door. You hadn’t planned on looking at yourself. In fact, you avoided doing so on most days. But today, you couldn’t help it. You stared at the reflection, a lump forming in your throat as you scanned yourself from head to toe.

"Why can’t I just be… better?"

Your hands lightly grazed the stomach, then the thighs. The criticism in your mind was merciless. Every flaw seemed to be magnified in the mirror—every imperfection suddenly glaring and unforgiving. You weren’t just failing at school, you were failing at everything. Your body wasn’t the way you wanted it to be. You weren’t as put-together as everyone else seemed to be.

Tears stung at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them back, shaking your head as if it could stop the flow of self-doubt. Though, it didn't last long until you started sobbing, thinking what could've been better. What could you do to make things better?

Hours passed, though you couldn’t tell how much time had gone by. The day outside had shifted into evening, and the room was now bathed in the dim, golden glow of the sunset.

Just then, the familiar sound of keys jingling in the door echoed through the apartment. Yeosang was home from his classes. He had his late university lectures today, and he often stayed behind for extra work. Normally, you loved hearing him come home. He brought with him a calming presence that made you feel at ease, but right now, you weren’t sure how you’d explain the tears or the chaos that built up.

The door creaked open, and Yeosang’s voice, soft and warm, filled the apartment. “Y/N, I’m home!”

There was no response from you. You tried to wipe away the tears quickly, though the red and puffy eyes betrayed you.

“Y/N?” Yeosang stepped into the room, his gaze immediately landing on you. Concern etched across his face as he took in the sight of your tear-stained cheeks and the disheveled mess surrounding. He walked over to you quickly, his eyes full of worry. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head, avoiding his gaze. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

But Yeosang wasn’t one to be fooled by half-hearted reassurances. He knelt down in front of you, gently taking your hands into his. “You don’t have to hide from me,” he said softly. “I can see you’re not fine.”

You sighed shakily, the lump in your throat returning as you tried to explain. “I just… I don’t know if I can do this. School. Life. Everything feels like it’s falling apart. I don’t feel good enough.” voice cracked as you spoke, and the tears you had tried to hold back threatened to spill over again. “I feel like I’m failing. And… and I don’t even feel good in my own skin.”

Yeosang’s heart broke at your words. He reached up, gently cupping your tear-streaked face. His thumb brushed away the lingering wetness under your eyes. “Y/N, you are more than enough. You’re smart, you’re capable, and you’re doing so much more than you give yourself credit for.”

You looked at him, eyes searching for any hint of insincerity, but all you found was his genuine concern and affection. “I just don’t feel it. I don’t feel… enough.”

Yeosang moved beside you on the bed, wrapping his arms around, pulling you close to your head resting against his chest. “You are everything to me,” he whispered. “Do you know how amazing you are? You work so hard. You always push yourself, even when you’re feeling like this. That takes so much strength.”

His words were soft, comforting. Slowly, the tension in your body began to ease as you listened to him. “And as for not feeling good in your own skin… I think you’re perfect. Every part of you is beautiful to me.”

You lifted your head slightly, teary eyes meeting his. “You really think that?”

Yeosang replied, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You are beautiful, inside and out. And I love every bit of you.”

Your heart warmed at his words, the self-doubt that had consumed you earlier now fading into the background. You sniffled softly, hand resting on his chest as you looked at him.

“Thank you,” you whispered, voice barely above a breath.

Yeosang smiled gently, leaning down to kiss you softly. It was a tender, lingering kiss, filled with affection and reassurance. There was no rush, no need for words. His lips on yours conveyed everything he felt for you, and you kissed him back, feeling the love and warmth in every gentle movement.

When the two of you finally pulled apart, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling, Yeosang’s voice was barely a whisper as he spoke.

“You’re enough, Y/N. You always will be.”

Yeosang’s hand remained at the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer, his touch grounding and tender. His eyes, dark with care, held yours as he leaned in again, his lips meeting yours with a warmth that felt like home. Every kiss seemed to melt away the doubts and insecurities you had just confessed, his steady presence calming the storm within.

"Do you know how much I admire you?" he whispered, his voice soft yet filled with conviction. "The way you keep going, the way you face everything—even when it feels impossible. You're more than you know."

His words sank deep, wrapping around your heart. You felt him take your hand and press it to his chest, right over the steady beat of his heart. "I need you to feel how real this is," he said, his thumb tracing small circles over your hand. "How much I love every part of you—inside and out."

With every touch, he seemed to be silently telling you, showing you how precious you were in his eyes. He moved his hand to the small of your back, pulling you close, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt seen, cherished, and beautiful in his gaze.

“Trust me,” he whispered, a soft smile playing on his lips. "There's no one else I want, no one else I need... just you.”

Yeosang's hands moved to your shoulders, his touch gentle yet full of purpose. His fingers grazed your collarbone, tracing a slow, reverent path as though he were memorizing every inch of you. His eyes roamed over your face, filled with a quiet awe that made your heart race.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he murmured, his voice like a soft caress. His hands slid down your arms, his thumbs brushing over your skin in soothing strokes. “Every part of you… I want you to see yourself the way I see you.”

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of your jaw, his lips lingering as though he never wanted to let go. His fingers trailed down, resting on the curve of your waist, pulling you close. His kisses moved down to your shoulder, each one slow, deliberate, a whispered promise of his devotion.

As his fingers found the hem of your shirt, he paused, looking into your eyes for permission, his gaze soft and respectful. When you gave a slight nod, he gently lifted the fabric, his eyes never leaving yours as he revealed each inch of your skin. He took his time, as though he wanted to savor every moment, his hands gliding up your sides, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his hands moving slowly, reverently. His lips followed the path of his hands, pressing tender kisses along your shoulder and down your arm, his every touch filled with a quiet reverence. "Every inch of you is beautiful to me."

Yeosang’s hands continued to trace your skin as he whispered to you, his voice a soft and reverent murmur.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said, stepping back slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. He watched you with quiet admiration, his own breaths coming a little faster as he took in every part of you, clearly moved by the beauty he saw in you. With a gentle smile, he began to undress, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall away before his hands moved to his jeans. You noticed the hint of his own desire, a warm flush on his face. His now hard cock straining against the zipper of his jeans, a little wet spot forming right where the tip was, dripping with pre cum.

Your eyes met his, and you couldn’t help but smile, your voice soft but filled with longing. “I want you, Yeosang. I want to feel all of you,” you murmured, letting your words linger between you both.

He nodded, his gaze tender yet full of a deep affection as he finished undressing. As he moved back toward you, he paused for a moment, as if taking in the moment itself, letting himself fully appreciate the trust and connection you were sharing. With a gentle, steady hand, he guided himself over you, his body fitting perfectly against yours as he leaned down, his forehead resting against yours.

Then, with one slow, purposeful motion, he closed the distance between you, grounding you both in a quiet, shared rhythm. His hands travelled on your thighs, his eyes full of admiration, and as he was feeling you up, he never stopped whispering those soft reassurances, each word a reminder of how much you meant to him. It was a quiet, powerful closeness—an unspoken promise that he would be there, lifting you up in every moment.

“May I-?” he asked, voice deeper than you expected, but you loved that side of him. His deep, sultry voice always sent a shiver through you. You nodded, and his hand traveled lower on your legs. You were completely bare in front of him, your own arousal dripping on the bed. He took a deep breath before his kiss trailed off from your knees to your thighs, then to your inner thighs and to your lower belly, as close as possible to your cunt. He stopped for a moment, and looked into your eyes. “You're so pretty.. just like this.

His fingers moved with a steady, knowing rhythm, pushing deeper with just the right pressure that made every nerve come alive beneath his touch. The way he watched you, eyes dark and intense, sent another thrill through your body. His thumb found that sensitive spot, circling it slowly, building an ache that made you cling to him, helplessly following the pace he set. Each breath felt heavier, a deep, pulsing heat coiling tight inside you, desperate for release.

As his fingers moved faster, pressing deeper, he murmured low praises, his lips grazing your skin, heightening every sensation with words that made you feel cherished and desired. His voice was rich, a soft command and encouragement that pushed you higher. “That’s it, just like that,” he whispered, his tone coaxing and gentle, each word grounding you as he brought you closer and closer to that peak.

Finally, the pressure shattered, sending wave after wave of euphoria rushing through you, your whole body trembling with each pulse. He didn’t stop, keeping his touch firm and steady, easing you down slowly, drawing out every last bit of sensation until you felt like you were floating, entirely weightless in his hold.

As the tremors faded, he eased his fingers back with a gentleness that made you melt into the bed. His hand caressed your thigh, grounding you, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles on your skin. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss just above your heart, his gaze filled with a quiet adoration. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, his words a gentle echo that brought you back down, cradling you in the warmth of his presence. With each slow breath, you felt yourself relax, sinking into a calm afterglow, his hand never leaving you, holding you close, safe, and utterly cherished.

He kept his gaze locked on you, his eyes soft and full of reverence as he took in every inch of you, almost as if memorizing each detail. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his fingers tracing gentle lines down your arm, over your waist, and lingering where his touch had left its mark. "Every single part of you… absolutely breathtaking." His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, a reverent tone that left no doubt in your mind about how he saw you.

Leaning closer, he brushed a thumb over your cheek, his eyes searching yours before his lips met yours in a kiss, soft at first, like a silent promise. But as the kiss deepened, his hand slipped down to your back, pulling you flush against him. You felt the warmth and firmness of his body pressing close, and the tension between you both sparked alive again, a slow burn igniting into something more intense.

With a gentle shift, he eased himself forward, closing the distance completely. The moment he slid inside you, a low, deep moan escaped him, his voice raw and full of pleasure. The sound reverberated through his chest, pressing against you as he buried himself fully, his breath mingling with yours in the shared closeness. He stayed still, savoring the feeling, his forehead resting against yours as he breathed in deeply, grounding himself in the intimacy between you.

The warmth of his hands, the depth of his gaze—it all blended into one powerful connection, a quiet moment suspended in time. His fingers brushed tenderly along your spine as he murmured against your lips, "You’re… perfect." And as he began to move slowly, his body pressing closer with each motion, his words were a steady rhythm, a mix of praise and awe. Every movement, every whispered compliment became a shared heartbeat, drawing you into him, grounding you both in a moment that felt boundless and endlessly safe.

Yeosang’s rhythm was slow, deliberate, each thrust grounding you both in the moment, his hands firm and possessive on your hips, holding you close as his deep voice murmured soft praises against your skin. With each movement, he brought you to the edge, his quiet intensity a powerful force that left you clinging to him, savoring the way he filled every part of you.

Then he stilled, his breath warm against your shoulder as he pressed a kiss there. "I want you to see yourself… the way I see you," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence. Gently, he lifted you, his arms cradling you for a moment before he turned you over, guiding you onto your belly and positioning you so you were facing the mirror on the opposite side of the room.

With one hand on your lower back, he leaned over you, his chest grazing your spine as he slowly pressed into you again. His hand remained firm on your lower back, grounding you, while the other held your waist, pulling you closer so you could feel every inch of him. His movements were unhurried, each thrust deep and steady, designed to keep you connected, to let you feel the weight of his presence with every inch.

In the mirror, his gaze stayed locked on you, his expression one of awe as he took in the sight of you beneath him, every curve and line reflected back. His deep voice resonated through you, soft words spilling out as he praised the beauty he saw, the admiration clear in his tone. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his words sending a shiver down your spine as he pressed even closer, the fullness of his presence grounding you in the here and now.

He shifted slightly, angling his hips so that each movement brought him as deep as possible, his grip on your waist keeping you close, pulling you back to meet each thrust. His hand trailed over your lower back, anchoring you, his praise a steady rhythm in time with his movements. Watching you in the mirror, he let out a low, appreciative sound, his gaze never leaving the sight of you, wrapped in his embrace, vulnerable and cherished in a way that only he could make you feel.

As he moved within you, his rhythm slow and deep, you felt the heat rise in your cheeks, a soft flush spreading across your face as you glanced away, shy under the intensity of his gaze. Sensing your hesitation, Yeosang’s hand moved from your waist to your chin, his fingers gentle but firm as he tilted your face toward the mirror, guiding your gaze to meet his reflection.

“Don’t look away,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing, his eyes holding yours in the mirror. His thumb brushed tenderly along your jawline, his hand steady as he kept your face tilted, making sure you could see yourself exactly the way he did. “I want you to see what I see.”

He leaned over you, his lips grazing your ear as he spoke. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his words filled with quiet reverence. His gaze roamed over you, taking in every line and curve, admiration clear in the way he looked at you. “Your body… it’s perfect, exactly as it is,” he whispered, his hand returning to your waist, pulling you back against him so you could feel every inch of him, grounding you in his touch.

With each gentle thrust, he continued his praise, his deep voice resonating through you, filling you with warmth and reassurance. His hand on your chin slid down to rest on your shoulder, anchoring you as he held you close, his gaze never straying from yours in the mirror. “I wish you could see yourself the way I do,” he murmured, his tone a soft, steady reminder of how deeply he cherished every part of you.

With a few final, deep thrusts, Yeosang’s breathing grew heavier, his low, quiet moans filling the room as he buried himself completely within you. His hands tightened on your waist, his forehead pressing against your shoulder as he rode out his high, each sound he made a low, reverent murmur in your ear. As the last wave passed through him, his movements slowed, gentle and lingering, savoring the closeness as he gradually stilled.

He stayed like that for a moment, holding you close, his hands grounding you as he caught his breath. Then, carefully, he lifted you up, his arms wrapped around you with a tenderness that made you feel cherished, entirely wrapped up in his embrace. Gently, he settled you in his lap, angling you so you could see the aftermath of his passion, the warmth of him still lingering as his arousal dripped from you.

With a quiet intensity in his gaze, he slowly spread your legs, his fingers gliding over your skin with a reverence that made your pulse quicken. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper as he held you close, guiding you to take in the view. “You’re a masterpiece,” he added, his words soft yet full of pride, his hands tender and steady as he let you see yourself through his eyes, appreciating every inch with a quiet awe that made the moment feel intimate and entirely yours.

With a gentle strength, Yeosang wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace, his warmth surrounding you completely. He held you close, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head as his hands ran soothingly over your back. After a moment, he scooped you up, cradling you against his chest, and carried you toward the bathroom, his gaze soft and full of care.

In the shower, he was attentive, his touch gentle as he helped you wash away the remnants of the night. His fingers combed through your hair, his hands moving with a tenderness that made you feel cherished. He stayed close, his quiet presence a comforting warmth as the water cascaded over both of you, easing away any lingering tension.

As the steam filled the space around you, you looked up at him, your heart swelling with gratitude and affection. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice soft but sincere. “I love you, Yeosang.” Your hand reached up, brushing lightly along his cheek as you held his gaze. “I can’t be myself without you… I’m not complete without you.”

His eyes softened, and he pulled you close, resting his forehead against yours as a gentle smile spread across his face. “You’re everything to me,” he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet intensity. He held you like he never wanted to let go, his embrace grounding you as you stood there together, feeling whole, connected, and perfectly safe in each other’s arms.

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As a send of here's my compilation of every detail/gag or pretty much everything that I loved about the Fionna and Cake finale.

First off, the lighthearded stuff.

First of all. That's Hunter!!! We finally get to see HW gender-swapped counterpart's design. Gotta say I love that they kept it the same, it does feel like it could fit anyone.

Talking about him, I LOVE that they are finally adding him to the gang. I didn't expect him to be so prevalent in the finale, but I couldn't be happier! It seems like the crew has finnaly learned to apreciate HW and they are inserting her (even if it's Hunter) whenever they can.

All the raw emotion of the lich would have been unheard of at any other point in AT's history. The depression and hopelessnes, such human emotions were amazing to explore in him. He poses himself as a "ceesless weel" a god-like beeing of pure destruction, but even he neels when he realices it was all for nothing.

For some time I theorized that Golb (and subsequently Golbetty) was, in fact, Scarabs and Prismo's Boss. Kind of like a ultimate deity, high up on the pantheon. But seeing how Scarab adresses her in such a careles way, emphasizing that she should "stay out of this" made me think about the real power dinamic between thees two. And thus, of the whole multiverse bureocracy.

This tittle card rips me apart. It's briming with thematic importance. But I feel so many emotions simply beacuse it says cheers, it's like a send-off, a happy cheerfull goodbye to all of us who enjoyed this show. It made me tear up a bit when I first saw it.

For thoose who aren't aware Pawn Swan's was created by Steven Wolfhard after CAWM alongside the pup kingdom. He has in his tumblr a gigantic amount of lore about it. I'm sooo happy they finally got to use his ideas and designs. Many of the pups seen all trought Shermy and Beth's sequence were in his drawings too. So go check that out!

I'm a complete sucker for happy endings and THIS was PERFECTION. I simply connot describe how much I obsolutely LOVE that they are able to comunicate and talk. it's just perfect, this show has me spoiled-rotten.

In pure Marceline fashion Marshal tries playing another song. And Gary is soo into this man it's unreal

But, also in pure Marceline fashion, he gets interupted. It kind of reminded me about Marceline's song to Bonny in Obsidian. But it's kind of the oposite outcome, Scarab isn't affected by it at all while Glorbo is finaly delt with.

Talking about Simon being happy. I'm just so glad that he has been able to reconect with Astrid!!! This man is such a DAD, I love him :,)

Before Fionna's world was finaly canonized we can see that it really just amounts to the city. Which makes sense because if you are trying to put a whole world in a dude's head, you are going to have to cut some stuff out.

Anyways, after they are made legit we can see that the city has expanded! And I also assume that now there's not only a city, but a whole world too!!

This really came as a surprise honeslty, but a welcomed one at that. I assume that since Jay agrees to stay in the city, even if it's not forever, Farmworld Finn must be fine. It doesn't make any sense for him to drop his 4 little brothers just to screw around in another universe.

The only sad part is that, since we don't see neither PB nor Marcy in the tank that means they are probably dead. In the end it does seem like they took eachothers life, together.

Now onto the heavy stuff!

"This is the world we want to fight for. The Scarab is kind of invincible. But we won't give up. If we die, we'll die together, as ourselves"

This cuts deep. At this moment Fionna was ready to die. She acknowledges that she had tried everything she could and that, in a way, it was her fault. But she also understands that this is what it is. And she's ready to depart. In what she thought were her last moments she found happines in thoose and that around her. Magic or not, they were all together, and that's what mattered.

"We made our choices. We could have made better ones, but I don't have any regrets. You were a wonderful experience"

We knew Simon had wronged Betty. She had put away everything for him. He didn't do it on porpuse, but he recognised he could have been more thoughtful. In the end, while Simon acknowledges his mistakes Betty doesn't demonise neither him nor the relationship that came bacuse of it. It's a very sentimental, heartfelt conclusion.

As humans we often try to make our best to navigate life. But with all the choices in front of us it's very hard to get it right. A lot of time might have to pass before we truly see how wrong we were. We realize that we hurt people, and that things didn't have to be this way. But once we acknowledge this we can finaly move on. At this moment, Simon realizes that it's okay to fail but, unfortunetly, we can't go back. We have to live with it and it can't prevent us from moving forward.

In the end all we can do is have compassion for ourselves, and for each other.

That was pretty much all of the details and highlights for me. There's some other ones but they are kind of too obvious to point out.

Thanks a lot for reading the whole thing! It means a lot :)