#i dont even know i just think they deserve to make out

[circumscribitwrites]

Bro'd Trip

I'm trying something new, so here's a longer story with a more physical, sensual (18+) transformation at the end. Hope you enjoy!

“we r here! cant wait 2 c u j-man!!!”

Josh blinked. Why did he say yes to this? 

He hadn’t heard from Matt and Kyle since high school. They were friends, but Josh felt - knew - he was the odd one out.

Matt and Kyle were tall, strong, and athletic. They played football; Josh spent his time in the library. They lived for homecoming and prom; he set his sights on becoming the valedictorian. 

Still, Josh was happy to do Kyle's homework for a few bucks, and he’d gotten more rides from Matt than he could count.

That felt forever ago. The last four years were a whirlwind of lectures and exams. Josh had finally just received his diploma. Did Matt and Kyle even go to college? Not without an athletic scholarship... 

It was Matt who reached out:

“yo! congrats on graduating. havent talked in forever, lol. u wanna meet up, do a road trip? can bring kyle. make it a boys thing :)”

“Hey! It’s really good to hear from you, Matt. And thank you! I think that could be fun. How about two weekends from now? Do you have any ideas about where to go?”

“yeah! dont worry, ill figure it out. you dont gotta think about it. our gift to u, lol!!!”

Oh no. Josh didn’t leave his plans to anyone else, especially Matt and Kyle. He didn’t believe in being carefree: He was careful. If it were up to Josh, there’d be a detailed itinerary, alternative routes and destinations, a color-coded spreadsheet to organize everything...

“Okay. I’ll try not to worry, haha.”

And now, Matt and Kyle were in his driveway. 

“saved u the front seat! kyle says hes hungry, lol. better get out here quick.”

With a nervous sigh, Josh grabbed his bag and headed outside. 

“There he is! The man, the myth, the legend!” called Kyle, his head halfway out the window.

Josh tried not to roll his eyes as he pulled open the car door. A blast of sweltering, stale air hit him as he slid into the passenger seat. 

“Forgot to mention, but, uh, AC’s broke. Guy wanted way too much money to fix it. Hope you don’t mind too much?” Matt said.

“I…it’s whatever. But it’s good to see you guys! Thanks for putting this together.”

“Yeah, man!” Matt pulled Josh in for a shoulder hug. He seemed different. His jaw was sharper, his lips thicker, his grip firmer. 

Kyle stuck his head around from the backseat. “Dude, when Matt told me you said yeah, I was freakin’ pumped! We missed you, J-Man!"

“I know, I'm terrible at keeping in touch. What’s new with you guys?"

“Not much. We both kinda stuck around after school,” Matt said. “Thought about doing some sorta personal training thing together.”

“Yeah, didn’t work out,” Kyle said. “Anyway…you ready to have some fun this weekend!”

“Oh, yeah. So, where are we going?”

“Bro, I told you not to worry. You trust me, right? Just relax.”

Josh nodded. He was already overheating. The whole car smelled…salty, like sweat. But something else. What was that? 

“You good, man?” Kyle asked. 

“Yeah…I think so. It's just hot.”

“Look," said Matt, "forget the AC. We wanna make sure you have a good time, dude. You been studyin’ and goin’ to class and all that. And now, you deserve to chill out a little. Just be with your bros.”

Josh felt a weight on his shoulders. He gasped as Kyle's hands moved down across his chest and brushed against his nipples. He kept going, massaging the muscle around and around.

He was too distracted to notice that Matt’s fingers had worked their way up his thigh, eagerly waiting by his waistband.

“You want this?”

"Yes."

In an instant, Matt reached in, his thick hand grabbing Josh’s cock. He grabbed the head, working it slowly and steadily, pressure building and releasing.

Josh moaned, his mind foggy with heat and pleasure. Kyle murmured in his ear. “You’re gonna be just like us, bro. Say it.”

“I…ungh…just wanna be…a…bro. Like you.”

Matt pulled on him hard. Josh threw his head back, hips bucking against the seat.

He wasn’t just hard. He was getting longer, getting thicker, getting bigger. His balls swelled, churning with newfound testosterone.

Josh grunted. “Fuck, it’s so…I'm so...”

“Hang on! Gotta get you geared up.” Kyle grabbed his hat and shoved it onto Josh’s head, sweat soaking into his hair. He wrapped a chain around Josh’s neck, the cold metal dangling against his thick chest.

Kyle gave his new bro’s shoulders a squeeze. “Now.”

Josh threw himself backward, a thick and heavy load pouring out of him. He couldn’t think. Didn’t want to think. Just…release.

“That’s it,” Matt said, hand still pumping. “Get it all out. You’re made for this, bro. Goddamn, you're huge, haha!”

“Yeah…I am.” A dumb, contented smile came over Josh’s face.

It was gonna be a good trip.

—

“thx 4 the invite bros. had fun! do it again soon? - j-man”

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[lily-claw]

First of all, im sorry if you took it as something rude because just because i mainly ship bkdk doesnt mean i dont like izuocha and i believe izuocha deserved better than this.

You actually said it on your own, Ochako had/has feelings for him and she deserves to be someone she likes. Yes, i agree but not in a rushed way, trying to make them look better in a chapter looked bad and she deserved better than that.

We can comment on an art as long as we do not act rude so i find it funny🤡 I think the way you say "THIS MEANS NOTHING" is way much more rude and its not only to other shippers but also for the artist bc wdym by"this means nothing?"

I think its like bnha's last chapters in a nutshell thingy but in one art lmao

Did you see Ochako's page in final fan book? We didn't see anything new about her program. The way horikoshi made it look lile her program isnt even close to bakugo and todoroki's remedial class is even worse. The only thing we saw was her trying to help a child to use his beaming(?) quirk to shot Lemillion' s butt💀💀 I've never said "i want her to be a lesbian for her dead lover so she can be happy" just how are you reading my comments? 😭😭

Also how does she not daydreaming about toga? We saw her seeing toga in her dreams, we saw her talking about toga with tsuyu, we saw her seeing toga giving a push to her when she was with izuku. Do you really mean that those were nothing or that was real? 🤔

And you know what, im gonna add toga deserved better tag there too since hori actually thought about letting her being alive. She deserved better too. She just died bc it was a way for her to take punishment. I dont understand how this would make anything better.

And also where do you know that bakugo never wanted to be with him? Or Izuku also has feelings for Ochako? Did horikoshi told you? Bc i remember him saying "imagine it" (sorry izuocha shippers deserved vetter too, he lowkey roasted you💀

Bakugo literally said "for the rest of our lives" thingy, and just after deku starting to be back in top numbers he got in top 5🤡🤡 even if he doesnt love him like you think, i dont think that he hates him bud🫠

I think Bakugo deserved better bc he looked so depressed in chapter 431. He was number 4 but just because his loud mouth, he became number 15. Then how the heck Endeavor stayed as number 2?? What actually changed in the system? Was he actually acting out of his place so he become number 15?? (and the way he become number 5 was also a lil bit weird lol did he just shut his mouth so he'd be more close to deku?? It doesn't feel good enough.)

Also weve never seen them having therapy ofc they deserved better than this ayo they all need therapy before anything 😭😭 according to psychology, the grieving process is an average of one year under normal circumstances so-🥴🥴

I really wanna know why you needed to say to me stop being delusional bc i genuinely thought that picture is funny

Also anyone can ship whatever they want as long as it doesnt harm anyone. We can joke about the ship situation as long as we dont actually try to hurt each other in any way. It really is not that much of a serious thing, you know? 🫠🫠

I dont think that i was trying to belittle izuocha, if you understood it that way im sorry that i hurt your feelings but the way you write this post doesnt look kind either. I hope you can write something like this in a more kind way if you are gonna write again because you dont look like you have any respect to me either.

I will also take out izuocha tag out from there if any izuocha shippers can give me an actual and kind comment about how it disrespects the ship.

The fact that noguchi cencored this bc he thought its sensitive... Guys, I think he is trying to cope while being known as Horikoshi's assistant.

It looks like that meme where deku asks "does your gf has to be here?" and uraraka responds as "does yours?" lmao I can't take this seriously...

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: hockey player!popular!anakin x f!reader

ANGSTY-FLUFF ❦ (tbh dont know how to name it even 🧍‍♀️)

IT WAS REQUESTED!! But mostly just more hockey ani so i brought smth more 😏😏

At the same too loud, too lame party where people made out against every wall, puked in every bathroom, Padmé freaking Amidala watched with a little smirk to crossing her lips, how you left ANAKIN SKYWALKER's side for whatever reason. Maybe to get a drink, maybe to use the already disgustingly smelling bathroom; it didn't matter. As soon as she saw an opportunity, she used it. She cornered him by the kitchen. Lip gloss shining in its glittery pigment, matching to her clothes nails sharper than her own glare. Her arms were crossed like she was some tragic Greek goddess dumped by her mortal lover. Well, in her eyes, she indeed was.

"Hey, Ani."

He didn’t look up from his phone. "It's Anakin."

Her mouth twitched just for a second, before she reseted that honey-sweet voice. If he was going to play this game, she will too. Using all her dirty moves if she has to “You really think dating her is cute?”

Now he did look up. But his expression was flat, nothing soft or smug she was used to during her relationship. His eyebrow barely raised themselves from their usual spot.

“She’s not even clean, Anakin,” Padmé pressed, fake sympathy dripping from every syllable. “I heard from Molly—who sits behind her in math—that her hair literally smells like old books and, like, dog shampoo or something.”

A brief pause. He blinked. She pushed harder, lips curling in a fake sweet, so deeply concerned little smile. “I mean, I’m just worried about you.." her hand shot up, lightly touching his arm "You deserve someone... clean. Someone who doesn’t wear the same hoodie three times a week.”

Anakin slowly put his phone away into his pocket to grab Padmé's venomous touch away from him. After that, not even a word left his mouth as he simply as that left her side. Just walked off. Like she was nothing, like she couldn't just ruin anyone's life in school, like she wasn't one of the brightest student who achieved more than anyone.

she quickly run up to him, pushing past people “She has lice, Ani. Like, actual bugs. I swear I saw her scratching behind her ear—”

"You're reaching, Padmé."

She stopped. “What?”

Anakin leaned against the random doorframe with his arms crossed now, just as unimpressed as he sounded from the beginning. “I’ve had my hands in her hair every day this week. If she had lice, I’d have lice. And last I checked?” He tilted his head with a grin. Ugh, talking about such stuff was as embarrassing as watching his friend try to win a girl over “Still clean.”

Padmé recoils a bit, jaw tightening. But she's far from done. If anyone has enough of seeing the anakin skywalker touching, kissing, walking near his new girlfriend, it's Padmé. Sure, she was the one to break up with him for a quick little fling with another hot, a little less popular, boy but that was not the main problem here. Anakin Skywalker was. Or rather, his ability to move on too quickly for her liking. He was supposed to beg, to fall to his knees and ask for another chance. But he did the opposite. And that is what Padmé will not stand for.

You should’ve stayed in the kitchen.

You told yourself that three minutes ago when you lost sight of Anakin. The music was too loud, the house too packed, and your cup of whatever soda-and-vodka mess Anakin wanted was already warm in your hand. So when you turned the corner to the living room, weaving through half-drunk students and stumbling couples, you didn’t expect your heart to sink.

There he was. By the drinks table. With her. Her fake laugh. Her lip gloss reapplied for the thousands time as if she was ready to make out with another boy. Her hand brushed Anakin’s arm like she still owned it. Like you were the guest in his life—not her.

You slowed your pace. The music drowned out their words, but you saw her lean in. Her eyes sparkled, lips curved into something wicked as soon as her eyes caught yours. You could tell by her body language—she was planting venom. Seeds of doubt. The kind that crawled into your brain and whispered you don’t deserve him. you’re not enough, that at the end of the day, its all fake; and that he is pretending to win her heart again.

And before you could even blink further, maybe walk up to them, smoothly brush it off - she kissed him. Right there. Full mouth with her fingers curling into his collar like she was still allowed to.

Your expression fell to the floor, a sudden freezing coming down on you. But it seemed not only on you. Anakin froze too. All wide-eyed. Stunned. But at the same time not moving. He didn’t push her off. And it was too late. It didn’t matter if he kissed her back or not. It was already too late.

You turned on your heel, throat closing up. Cup shaking in your hand until it hit the floor with a dull clink. Shoved through the crowd, trying to keep the burn in your chest from leaking out of your eyes. You barely made it to the porch before the tears threatened to fall.

You told yourself this was fake.

Because this was fake. So why did it feel like someone had stabbed your lungs? And why did you want to scream his name like it meant something?

“Wait.”

You didn’t. Well, at least not at first. Definitely not when the screen door slammed behind you. Not when you heard his shoes hit the pavement.

“Hey— stop, stop, just—wait.” His fingers finally wrapped around your wrist, halting you halfway down the sidewalk. You yanked your arm back instantly, the burn of betrayal crawling up your spine.

“Don’t touch me.” you snarled

Anakin froze. Breathless. His cheeks were flushed, pupils blown wide from alcohol and adrenaline—but none of it dulled the panic in his eyes. “It wasn’t—She kissed me. I didn’t—”

“Save it.” Your voice cracked and you hated that. You hated how weak you sounded, how your chest trembled like he hadn’t just broken every fake little rule you’d set together. Or maybe it wasnt so fake after all..

“It didn’t mean anything.”

You laughed; bitter, low. The kind that made his face fall completely when you turned around to face him. “Of course it didn’t. You’re not dating me, remember? This is fake. Everything’s fake. So of course it didn’t mean anything.”

“That’s not what I—”

“No, really,” you bit, backing away from him, “because you stood there and let her. You didn’t even flinch.”

“I didn’t kiss her back!” he barked, frustration bleeding through now. “I was frozen—what was I supposed to do? Shove her to the floor? Start a scene?”

You stepped closer, jaw clenched. “You were supposed to choose me, Anakin. Even if it’s fake, you were supposed to look like you gave a damn.”

Silence. He stared at you. The boy everyone wanted. The so called hockey team god. The smug smirk gone, cocky confidence replaced by something terrifying: guilt. Real, devastating guilt.

“I didn’t ask for this,” you whispered. “You dragged me into your mess, okay?. Your ex, your games, your shitty reputation. And for what? So you could stand there and let her humiliate me in front of half the damn school? Thats why you brought me here? Am i not enough of embarrassment for you, Mr. Perfect?”

He opened his mouth—but there was nothing to say. Yet the silence he gave you, was enough of an answer for you. It made you realize things that clouded your mind for past few weeks. It cleared everything out. As much as you enjoyed being Anakin’s (fake) girlfriend, the message was clear - you'd never outshine Padmé Amidala. Not when Anakin saw her as his sun.

“I’m done, Skywalker. Game over.”

Days had passed since that awful day. In school, you were a punching bag once more; a reason to be laughed at. You got used to it; after all, it wasn't the first time in your life people treated you such way.

Were you mad at Anakin? You preferred a word disappointed, broken, betrayed. You gazed blankly at the paper pinned to your wall; no attachments, no feelings - it said. Underneath, at the end of it all, yours and anakin's signature. How pity - you thought. Who would have known that romantic comedies are right? That even if you're pretending, you still catch feelings?

It was already raining when the knock knocked the thoughts out of you. At first you didn’t even move. Just stared at your desk, the biology book still wide open—pointless now, because there’s no way you could focus with everything spiraling like it was.

Another knock. Harder.

You sighed, dragging yourself toward the door, expecting maybe your neighbor or one of your parents coming back from their anniversary trip -

But your breath stalled. He was standing there. Soaked to the bone. Hoodie clinging to his frame, rain dripping from the ends of his messy, dark-blond curls. His eyes were wild, unblinking.

Anakin Skywalker looked like he’d been through hell.

“Open the door,” he said, voice rough. Strained.

You didn’t. You stepped out and slammed it behind you instead, tugging your cardigan tighter around your body. “What do you want?”

His eyes softened as soon as he saw you; they scanned your face, going down to your body, then up to meet your eyes. “You left.” His voice cracked. “You didn’t even let me explain.”

“I didn’t need an explanation, Anakin! I saw it. With my own eyes!”

“She kissed me!” he shouted, stepping toward you as his emotions took over. “I didn’t want it— I didn’t even fucking see it coming!”

“And yet,” you laughed bitterly, “you didn’t stop her. And then you stood there, like a goddamn statue, while I watched it happen!”

He ran a hand through his drenched hair, pacing like a caged animal. “You think I didn’t want to rip her off me?! You think I didn’t feel like shit the second I saw your face?!”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Because I was scared!” he yelled.

The rain poured harder. Thunder cracked somewhere distant. You blinked, confused. “Scared of what?”

He looked at you like he was unraveling. Like this was the last thing he ever thought he’d admit. His voice dropped, raw and real. “Scared of losing you.”

That shut you up. Anakin took a breath in. “It started fake. Yeah. But it’s not fake anymore. Not for me. Not when you walk into a room and my chest hurts. Not when someone else talks to you and I want to rearrange their face. Not when you touch me and I forget my own goddamn name.”

Your lips parted, heart hammering in your chest, milion butterflies ready to erupt.

“I didn’t know how to say it before,” he went on, voice trembling, begging, “but I—fuck, I need you, okay?. I need you like oxygen, like my heart won’t fucking beat if I don’t hear your voice. And I’m not gonna pretend I can just—go back to the way things were before you.”

Silence; just the rain, falling between you. You stared at him. At the boy who once teased you for being a bookworm, who now stood drenched and desperate on your front porch, ruined by his own feelings.

“Say it again,” you said.

He blinked, now being confused. “What?”

“Say it again,” you breathed, voice almost lost in the storm, in the scene of it all. “But say it like you mean it.”

His jaw clenched. His chest rose. And then he surged forward, grabbed your face, and kissed you like the world was ending. When he pulled back, he whispered against your lips, “I love you, y/n..and im sorry i fucked up, and im sorry it went that way but fuck - i truly love you, alright? I dont want Padmé. I dont want anyone. Yes, at first it was about her but you turned my world upside down and i just--i just love you. I want you. All of you."

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[wonxlvr]

𓂃۶ৎ₊⊹ i. rin .ᐟ

SYNOPSIS: too wrapped up in sports, rin doesn't realize how much he needed you, until he does.

STARRING: exes to lovers rin itoshi x gn yn!

NOTICE: wc- 1k (1280), intentional lower case, angst-y, no other warnings!

you and rin had been dating for a little over 3 months by now and you knew he was crazy about soccer, his dream to devour his older brother, sae, on the field. you were well aware of what you were getting yourself into and you were somewhat okay of it. you knew you couldn't compete with his first love. i mean, this kid was obsessed with soccer. Always devoting his time to practice, and watching soccer clips off field.

aside from his soccer geeked, cold, stoic personality and expression, rin wasnt all that bad. sure, it sure took a hell of a time for him to get comfortable with you, but it sure was worth the trouble in times when he would hold you in his arms after matches, muttering something about his useless teammates getting in the way of his goals or when he would sneak not-so-slick glances your way during big games.

but one day you noticed he starting getting distant. you knew he practiced a lot, but he started shoving his head into soccer more (if that was even possible for him!?). he started practicing every minute of the day, you practically had to pull him inside his house at night. though it did bother you that he barely made time for you anymore, you didnt say anything, trying to avoid drama or conflict at all cost. he liked that he could work towards his goal at the expense of nothing in your relationship, what he didnt know was that it was taking a toll you.

this went on for weeks before you finally said something.

"rin? can i talk to you for a sec?" you asked, eyebrows furrowed slightly as you bit the insides of your cheeks. "not right now," he spat, not even sparring a glance at you too focused on dribbling.

"please, its kind of important." you pleaded. his eyes widened slightly, finally turning all his attention on you for the first time today, perhaps even this week. he nodded before walking towards, sensing your urgency.

"whats up?" he said, avoiding eye contact as he rubbed the back of his neck. "rin, i know that soccer is important to you, but im still your partner. dont you think i deserve some of your time-", "then lets break up," he deadpanned. "wha-?" your eyes widening in surprise, realizing he was serious. "if you're just gonna get it the way of my goal, then lets break up." rin sighed, as if he was frustrated as of why you didnt understand something so simple.

you gulped, looking down. "fine, if thats what you want." you said trying to cover your shaky voice. you wanted to put up a fight, beg him to stay, but you didnt. in all honesty, you were tired. tired of constantly being insecure, tired of his obsession, tired of being his second choice, tired of waiting.

rin nodded before turning back around, "see you around, yn." he uttered, not sparing a second glance.

that was exactly 17 days ago, the wounds still felt raw and fresh. you sighed as you tapped your finger nails on the fake wood of the desk as you stared into space. you and rin have talked since, neither of you even making a move. he seemed to be doing just fine without you and that was all the conformation you needed.

as school ended, you walked out the school with your bag slung over your shoulder. you decided you'd drop by the soccer field, y'know, just to.. observe, not for anything weird or anything...

your eyes darted across the field as you noticed it was empty. odd, usually there would be atleast one person practicing, that person obviously being rin. until your eyes caught sight of a person in front of you.

rin itoshi?

your breath was caught in your throat as you looked at him with the same, surprised expression he blinked right back at you.

"yn?" he croaked, "you still come by this way?" he asked, back to his nonchalant demeanor as he hesitantly stepped forward.

you almost nodded before shaking your head. "ah- no, i just thought i'd um- stop by." you said, pursing your lips. he raised an eyebrow suspiciously at you, "no not like that!" you corrected before he got the wrong idea. "i-.. i was taking the shortcut", "you do know this is a longer path, right?" he blanked, catching you right in your lie. by now, rin was standing right in front of you, looming right over your head. was he always this tall?

"ah yes, thats what i meant.. um im gonna get going!" you said awkwardly backing up.

"wait," he called grabbing your wrist, surprising both you and himself. your eyes locked for what seemed like forever before he cleared his throat.

"look, im sorry for, y'know." he avoided admitting your breakup out loud, as if it was an unspoken rule. "i was stupid and wasn't thinking straight." he sighed looking down, to ashamed to meet your gaze.

"i pushed you away when all i wanted was for you to get closer. i didn't plan out for it to turn out that way, really. i guess, i took you for granted. i thought we were doing well but it was hard for me to juggle the two things i loved, soccer and well.. you." he confessed, finally looking right back at you. "i wish i could've been smarter or seen how much youve been hurting because of me. i never meant to make you feel like that at all, and i regret it so much. i was too wrapped up in soccer but i didnt think it would affect you. i had my goals and pushed you away, not realizing it was you who i needed." he gulped. "i dont know what im expecting out of this, but i just wanted to explain myself." he spoke while rubbing the back of his head, a habit you knew all too well.

you stared at him with blown eyes as you processed his words. what.. what? what? you were utterly rendered speechless, looking stupid with your jaw open in shock.

he half-chuckled, sounding more like a scoff of some sort, at your reaction despite his honest, heavy confession. "i dont really know how to say this but, your truly the one i love. sure, football was my first love, but your my first love. ill try to change if that means i can hold you again." he pleaded, holding both of your hands.

finally after being dumbstruck, you opened your mouth. "rin, im not asking you to change. i love how passionate you are, i just wish it actually felt like a relationship." you buzzed, looking at him with the softest eyes and faintest smile. "but i'd be more than happy to cheer your name again."

his eyes sparkled so lightly you could barely notice it if i wasnt for the way you looked at him. you hugged him as hesitantly hugged you back.

" 'promise i will put you first. it doesnt matter who i become in the future, as long as i have you by my side." he whispered in your ear.

you let an airy laugh escape at his promise, pulling away to get a good look at him again. "since when were you so good with words?"

he shrugged, "ive been, i just never had a reason to try 'till now."

you shook your head as you smiled up at him. "soooo are we dating or what?"

rin looked at you with that stoic expression again as he scoffed. "what was your first clue?"

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ALAS IT IS DONE. this was based on "high all the time" by the neighbourhood btw if u couldnt tell. first post abt anime kinda nervous... also guys i need bluelock/haikyuu moots so pls moot me 🆙 🙁 idk might abandon this acc again jk (or am i.)

[lyvhie]

┈─★ “bestfriend!haechan who...”

| cw | headcanon, fluff (?), death/murder mentions, stalking, haechan is kinda... yandere, obsessive haechan (and definitely let me know if i forgot something). | a/n | i dont know guys, dont ask me questions I DONT KNOW!!! i dont even know how to tag this, jesus....

Bestfriend!Haechan, who’s been hopelessly in love with you ever since the dramatic kindergarten incident where you yanked his hair because he dared to steal your toy—his villain origin story, as he calls it.

Bestfriend!Haechan, who became a master at disguising his feelings behind teasing smirks and loud laughs, pulling the "what are best friends for?" card every time he does something that screams boyfriend behavior.

Bestfriend!Haechan, who absolutely thrives on physical affection. Casual cuddles that last way too long to be just friendly, tangling his limbs with yours while claiming you’re just “warm,” resting his head on your shoulder until you end up lying on top of him, your head tucked under his chin or laid across his lap while he strokes your hair like it’s his favorite pastime.

Bestfriend!Haechan, who’s still proud of the day he stole your first kiss—messy, sudden, and right after you admitted you’d never had one. He remembers the way you froze, stared at him with wide eyes, and then smacked his shoulder so hard he saw stars. You didn’t speak to him for three days. Three. But he knew you weren’t really mad… you were just flustered, maybe even curious. Because after that, you never brought it up again, but you also never pushed him away when he leaned in a little too close, lingered a little too long, or held your gaze a beat past comfortable. It was cute.

Bestfriend!Haechan, who goes weak when you say his name in that soft, affectionate way only you can. He's used to hearing his name from everyone else, but when you say it, it feels different, like it's only meant for him.

Bestfriend!Haechan, who absolutely despises hearing you talk about your crushes, even though he nods, gives advice, and pretends to be the supportive bestie. Inside, he’s screaming. Because no matter how charming, pretty, funny, or smart they are, he knows none of them could love you the way he does. No one gets you like he does. No one deserves you like he does.

Bestfriend!Haechan, who marched straight to your boyfriend’s house the moment he found out that jerk was cheating on you. He broke the guy’s fingers one by one, calmly, methodically, each with a reason: for every lie he told you, for every time he made you question your worth, for every night you stayed up thinking about him, for every tear you shed over someone so pathetic. He didn’t yell, didn’t scream, his voice was low, cold, and deadly serious as he made the guy promise to break up with you and never show his face near you again.

Bestfriend!Haechan, the very first person you called when your boyfriend suddenly broke up with you out of nowhere!

Bestfriend!Haechan, who showed up at your place in record time, arms full of your favorite snacks, and spent the night comforting you while you cried your heart out. He held you close, whispered gentle words into your ear like, "He didn’t deserve you anyway," and "You were always way too much for that idiot." God, he had to bite his tongue not to smile—not because you were hurting, but because that jerk was finally out of the picture and he, Haechan, was still the one by your side.

Bestfriend!Haechan, who masks his jealousy behind lighthearted jabs and exaggerated whining anytime you dare to give someone else—like that too friendly waitress—a bit of attention. “Wow, so she gets heart eyes and I get ignored? Rude,” he’d pout dramatically, tugging at your sleeve until you sigh, pull him into a hug, and roll your eyes. Only then does he finally shut up, his smug little grin hidden in your shoulder.

Bestfriend!Haechan, who follows you everywhere, and not just to make sure you're safe—but because he has to know where you are, who you're with, and what you're doing at every moment. He's not stalking, he just cares about you <3.

Bestfriend!Haechan, who always seems to know when someone is bothering you—even when you never tell him. And somehow, those people always disappear from your life. That clingy coworker who wouldn't leave you alone? Gone. That guy who ghosted you after three dates? Found dead in a river, and Haechan just happened to be free that night to comfort you.

Bestfriend!Haechan, who has a habit of "joking" about how he'd do anything to keep you safe. Even kill. He always laughs right after, but something in his eyes doesn't.

Bestfriend!Haechan, who rehearses killing your future husband or wife—just in case. He doesn't want to do it, but if someone ever tried to take you away forever? He has a plan.

Bestfriend!Haechan, who kisses your forehead and tucks you in when you fall asleep on his couch, then stays awake beside you for hours just watching you breathe. He's memorized every expression you make in your sleep. Sometimes he whispers things like, “I love you so much,” or "You'll love me back someday. I'll make sure of it.”

Bestfriend!Haechan, who makes you breakfast every morning you sleep over, humming to himself while cooking your favorite meal, imagining your future together—married, isolated, just the two of you. He doesn't need anyone else. Neither do you.

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[whatthefuckisasweep]

yes he’s recording. yes its all for his valentines day trope episode. LET THEM MAKE OUTTTTTTTT

happy valentines day @mr-whitebullet <3

[oceanwithouthermoon]

saikis powers are a vital part of him so it makes sense that people who dont know about them cant truly understand his whole self, but its also very silly to me when people act like its the ONLY important part of him... people act like his friends that arent in the know are completely blind to who saiki is, but i feel like that kinda means you missed some major points... he cant keep his powers a secret forever and it DOES matter, but he can still be loved and KNOWN without knowing about them... hes still human, he still has a personality, he still has regular likes and dislikes, etcetc

his friends perspectives on him may have been wrong at first, but they CHANGED... they know him and love him, and theyll KEEP loving him the SAME once they know of his powers...

​some people cough cough cough in this fandom like to reduce saiki to JUST his powers and its so obvious that you just. missed everything. you didnt absorb anything from the show, you just saw it and went "ha, everyone thinks hes just a guy when hes actually super cool and powerful" no no no, he IS cool and powerful but look a little closer and at his core he is still LITERALLY JUST A GUY 😭😭😭

hes such a guy.....

[fatedroses]

No-one butts into Estinien's bromances and gets away with it.

[cankersaurus]

Toxic Yaoi

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i’m so glad you brought up that bit in excalibur where magneto’s ideal prison is him getting to be a husband and father again, because it’s so relevant to the idea that the house of m reality isn’t actually everyone’s ideal life, but just wanda’s idea of what everyone’s ideal life would be. all the time i see x-fans condemn magneto for house of m because his ideal world is him becoming exactly like his oppressors, but house of m isn’t actually the life magnus wants! any time magnus gets to become a political leader, he hates it. he hated ruling genosha. he hated ruling krakoa. deep down, he doesn’t want to be superior. he just wants to live in peace with the family he lost.

also, shoutout to magda and anya, who never get to be anything other than magneto’s women in refrigerators. i wish they got to be more important than that. i love it every time we see them in comics, but it’s so rare. and shoutout to magda in particular since she’s been almost completely erased from the narrative by the maximoff retcon. really hope we get a reveal that natalya maximoff was magda all along when we inevitably make wanda and pietro magneto’s mutant children again.

i honestly didnt know excalibur was a predecessor to HoM when i heard about both runs so when i saw that set of panels for the first time it really had me reconsider HoM and the 'ideal reality' bit, im surprised i dont see it mentioned more often

i really wish there were more appearances of mags, magda, and anya; if there are stories focused on them i barely see them talked about... ive heard magda is mags' best-written partner from some but i also very rarely see stories that feature her directly named, so i never get to see her beyond the few fleeting instances i just so happen to catch her. id very much like to see more of her and mags' domestic life....

i think if we find out that natalya was magda all along i'll howl: this family really Can get more complicated contrary to popular belief 💀

[topaziraphale]

"Stop saying Crowley won't help Aziraphale in S3 he'd go back to him in a HEARTBEAT and nothing would stop him" I get it no one likes the idea of Crowley being bitter after what happened for a long period of time but like can we at least acknowledge that he's currently going through probably the most emotional pain in his life since falling? Can we agree that he's opened his heart entirely - something you couldn't pay him to do unless the world is literally ending and he's desperate - to Aziraphale, and got shot down? Can we understand that he did it AGAIN only to lose Aziraphale again? Not that what Aziraphale did isn't without Crowley's own shortcomings (hiding the truth of Heaven's cruelty from him) but like,,,,

The appeal here isn't Scorned Crowley Doesn't Love Aziraphale Anymore, or Never Wants To Help Him Again, the appeal here is Crowley learning enough self respect to not just walk back right to Aziraphale like nothing happened after Aziraphale has had a pattern of consistently refusing him. Going years ping-ponging between "We're not friends I don't even know him" to "That's what friends are for right?" and "We're friends, why would you even say anything?" and "Friends? We're not friends. We are an angel and a demon!"

Like I get it, Crowley is a heartbreakingly forgiving person. Of course he's gonna forgive Aziraphale, I'll be surprised if he didn't forgive him by the time he walked out the bookshop door, but gdi he could at least grant himself the luxury of being at least a little irritated for longer than however long it takes to make a globe and some books float and angrily cry out to God in his flat. But due to the change of pace and dynamic that is establishing part of the conflict for Season 3, I just really like the idea of him for ONCE prioritizing himself and being like "Okay, fine. We'll get back at it when you're ready, then," instead of just taking Aziraphale back like his words and actions meant nothing to him, when clearly they have an effect on him.

What is Aziraphale going to learn if Crowley just accepts what he did so quickly, like he always has the entire time they've been friends? Idk maybe I'm just projecting too much darkness on their dynamic but I mean, if the pattern of Aziraphale pushing Crowley away/disrespecting him one day and then being fine with his friendship the next + Crowley never stopping to be like "Hey, that's not cool, at least give me a little credit" or smth was fine all along and will continue to be fine in the future, then why, after 6,000 years of being friends and loving this demon, can Aziraphale still not accept that Crowley is just fine the way he is, and instead got excited to promote him to an angel in a heartbeat once the opportunity presented itself? You can't blame all of it on Heaven when Aziraphale has demonstrated his free will/defiance to Heaven so many times. Or, I don't know, I guess maybe we can? Maybe I'm just craving too much angst to the point where I'm letting it cloud my analysis of canon. Idk.

[girlwiththegreenhat]

Why the fuck are people on Twitter upset about nonbinary robots. Transformers are aliens, why would they follow another species gender binary based on reproduction when they don't even reproduce sexually. If anything, ALL the robots should use they/them.

[citrsworld]

Happy birthday ritsuka uenoyama the entirety of given DOSENT DESERVE U AT ALL

[cicada-candy]

I get the sense that Nina is gonna haunt the next season.

[yanderespamton78]

when a regretevator headcanon pisses you off so much that you become a feminist

[theladyfae]

i think human nature/family of blood is a really good two parter in how it manages to show how full of shit ten is 🫶