#i think i understood chemistry a little more now

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

Talking real quick about relationships

Not just in a shipping sense but in a functional sense

Sure, Simon has friends and family who look out for him. But this show, and even before in Adventure Time, puts such an emphasis on finding someone who really "gets you".

And sure, a wish to be "Seen" and "Understood" is inherent. But it sure is sad. Even when people love you, when they don't understand you - their love is still valid and treasured but that need to be understood can keep someone feeling isolated even when surrounded by loved ones.

That's what Simon is chasing - he is loved - he is treasured. But he wants to be understood, and no one in Ooo can give him that.

[skele8rity]

i was going to largely keep december all Bird Time but i remember being insane at least briefly about ff9 and at LEAST kafka if not ff6 as a whole despite my memories about this being roughly as detailed as what you see in this post

[icantalk710]

📱😪

[sparxemberflame]

Aaand there I go.

[bunnys-kisses]

hi! is it possible to order a hot cross bun and sponge toffee with a side of matcha latte served by oscar piastri? thank you!!

bakery menu! (complete)

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! i'd love to get your request and thank you to those who have submitted! i am working hard on them! so thank you! for this order in particular, i'd love what you suggested! so i hope you enjoy! thank you <3

hot cross buns ("don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up.") + sponge toffee ("aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?") + matcha latte (collars/bondage) served by oscar piastri (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, bondage (cuffs), teasing, dirty talk, established relationship, mirror sex, cowgirl position

oscar hated when you hid your face. he hated when you'd shy away from his affection. while he understood why you did it, it still made him worried that he was hurting you when you'd shield your face while you moaned.

so during the mid-season break, oscar came up with an idea while you were at his home. it was rainy in england, so he had a lot of time to think about how to make you less shy. and it involved a rope and the full length mirror in your bedroom.

"oscar." you shifted on your knees as you stayed on the bed. you watched oscar come up to you with the ropes in hand. he kept his eyes on you as he smiled a little at you.

"don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up."

"oscar, please."

"yes?"

"is this going to hurt?"

he replied with a shake of his head, "of course not. i would never do something that would harm you! this will be a like a work-out stretch and it'll feel good." he got closer to you and embraced the warmth you as he kissed you.

you trusted him. you trusted oscar more than you did most so when he pulled away from your kiss and helped you off the bed soon you were on your knees in front of the mirror with your lover behind you typing up all the ropes.

"too tight?" he asked as he knelt behind you. he was still in his briefs, but you could tell he was excited. the idea of having you, to touch you all over. it was a lot for him, and he loved every second of it. he could easily have you any way he could. but, to tie you up felt even better. to put all of your trust in him.

you shook your head, "no, perfect." then shifted a little on your knees. you knew tonight was to show you how beautiful you were. you were a little self conscious, you weren't a model. you went to university and got a degree in biology with a minor in chemistry, not the most glamorous life. but oscar thought you looked adorable in your lab coat and goggles. and how you took safety very seriously!

"i want to prove to you that you're beautiful." he said as he rubbed your bound arms. the rope had your arms behind your back. there was little you could do. once again, all of your trust in oscar.

you were soon both naked with the oscar on the ground with a pillow under his head, you looked at him and said, "honey, that's not comfortable."

oscar replied, "not any less comfortable than a formula one car." he laughed before he took you and got you onto his cock. he helped you get settled on it before you sank down on the impressive size. you arched your back a little and oscar said, "look in the mirror. come on. i want you to see yourself."

you peered at yourself, there was no hiding now. not with your arms bound and you bouncing on oscar's cock. you shifted a little bit and whined, "please, honey."

he made a soft joke, "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me? please keep looking." he held onto your hips and kept his eyes on you as you gazed at the mirror.

"oscar, you know that. you knew from the moment you made me cum that i couldn't reach the same highs without you." you whimpered as you continued to move on his cock.

you felt heat in your gut and across your face, having to look at yourself while you fucked your boyfriend felt like a lot. but, oscar wasn't going to be passive while you hated yourself. he wanted you to see what he saw in you. his beautiful girlfriend who was smarter than anyone else he knew! his hands on your hips were reassuring as you moved up and down his cock. your back arched a little.

"you look so pretty." oscar said, "say that you're pretty."

you moaned a little bit and oscar reminded you to keep your eyes on the mirror. you continued to work yourself onto his cock, your breasts bounced with each of your movements.

"c'mon." he egged you on with his grip a big tighter.

you admired yourself in the mirror while you rode him. you couldn't touch yourself or even move hair out of your face. you had to admire yourself with your arms bound and in the middle of sex. you swallowed and said, "i'm pretty. very pretty."

oscar groaned, "that's what i like to hear." he picked up his pace and really had you riding on him. he tensed up and felt his heart hammer in his chest, "say one nice thing about yourself." he said.

"c'mon, oscar." you replied. you felt the pleasure really start to course through your body. you could feel the stagger of pleasure in your heart as you rode him. the heavy thump in your chest as your began to tense up.

"i want to hear it." he said, a little more stern. but still he looked at you with love in his eyes. even though your gaze had to be transfixed onto the mirror.

"i like the shape of my face.... the colour of my eyes are pretty too." you blushed further, almost humiliated. if you could cover your face, but oscar wanted you to embrace yourself. your beauty, because you were confident in your smarts and he wanted your confidence in your beauty to be on par.

"mmm, what else?"

"please, oscar."

"one more." he encouraged as he moved faster against you. really worked your body against him and watched your shift a little bit. he said, "tell me one more thing because i can think of a hundred right now."

you squirmed against your binds and felt the heat in your body as you felt close to climax. you whined, "okay, okay. i like my breasts. they're a good size."

oscar got one good grab at your ass as he said, "oh yeah." then got you to completion. he watched you tensed up as you climaxed in the cowgirl position. he squeezed his eyes tight from the feeling and felt the rush through his body. the hammer in his chest as he came as well. he groaned, "oh, fuck."

you slowed down your pace after your orgasm and almost fell face first on top of him. but oscar got a hold on your and laid you on his chest. even though his back ached a little for the activities on the floor, he still felt good from the orgasm.

"that's it. that's my perfect angel." he said with warmth in his heart. he held you close then kissed the side of your face. then he started to undo your binds and let your arms free. you both laid out on the floor together with you on top of oscar.

he said as he held you by the lower back, "see, was that so hard?"

you kissed him on the jaw and replied, "well next time we're doing it in reverse." then tapped his nose. oscar couldn't help but chuckle, that didn't sound like a bad idea <3

[meazalykov]

fifth language

esmee brugts x quadrilingual!reader

summary: you want to speak your girlfriend's language, even if its a challenge

you sit on the edge of the bed, the soft light from the bedside lamp casting a warm glow over the room. it’s a peaceful evening, one of the rare ones where both you and esmee aren’t completely drained after training or traveling for games. 

the calm feels nice, but there’s a tension humming underneath your skin, a thought you’ve been turning over in your head for weeks now.

esmee’s beside you, propped up against the pillows, her phone in hand as she scrolls through something. her relaxed posture is in stark contrast to the way your body feels—stiff, on edge. you glance at her, taking in the soft lines of her face, the curve of her lips as she reads something that makes her smile faintly. 

you’ve always admired how easygoing she is, how she never seems to let anything faze her. it’s part of what drew you to her in the first place.

you and esmee had been teammates at barcelona for just over a year now, but you’d been dating for about seven months. things between the two of you had developed naturally, the chemistry on the field translating seamlessly off of it. 

being with her felt like finding something you didn’t even know you were missing—a sense of calm, a sense of being understood in ways that didn’t need words.

except now, words were exactly what you needed.

you clear your throat softly, trying to find the right way to bring it up. the thought has been sitting with you for a while, but you’ve hesitated, unsure of how she’d react.

"hey," you say quietly, breaking the silence. esmee looks over at you, her blue eyes soft with affection and curiosity. she raises an eyebrow as if to say, 

“what’s up?”

you shift a little, turning to face her more directly. 

"i’ve been thinking about something, and i... i wanted to talk to you about it."

her expression turns more serious, though the warmth in her gaze never fades. she sets her phone down on the nightstand and gives you her full attention. 

"okay, what is it?"

you take a deep breath, the words feeling heavy on your tongue even though they shouldn’t. it’s not that it’s a bad thing—it’s just something you’re unsure how she’ll respond to. 

"i’ve been thinking about learning dutch."

for a moment, there’s silence, and you watch as her expression shifts, processing what you’ve said. her brows knit together slightly, and she tilts her head, studying you. 

"learning dutch? why?"

you bite your lip, trying to put your thoughts into words that will make sense. 

"well, i mean, you’re dutch, and i just... i feel like it’d be nice to speak your language. it’s a part of who you are, and i want to understand that part of you better. plus, we already speak english most of the time, es... i don’t know, it feels right, you know?"

esmee’s expression softens, but there’s still a flicker of concern in her eyes. 

"babe, you already speak four languages. isn’t that enough? i don’t want you to overwhelm yourself. we get along just fine in english."

you know she means well, and she’s right—learning a fifth language on top of everything else you’ve got going on is a lot. there’s something deeper driving you, something that goes beyond the surface level of just wanting to understand her better. it’s tied to who you are, how you’ve always been.

being the daughter of german immigrants, you grew up in a household where both german and english were spoken interchangeably. your parents had always made it a priority for you to be fluent in both, ensuring you could connect with your heritage while also thriving in america. 

you did. from a young age, you were always a bit of an overachiever, always pushing yourself to excel—whether it was in school, in sports, or in learning new things.

that drive had followed you through your entire career, from your early days in youth leagues to your time at lyon, where you spent two seasons honing your skills in france. at just 17, moving to a new country, immersing yourself in a new language and culture—it had been daunting, but you’d thrived. 

you picked up french quickly, out of necessity at first, but then out of a desire to truly integrate yourself into the team, the culture, the city.

by the time you left lyon at 19, french felt as natural to you as english and german. when you made the move to barcelona, you knew the same determination would carry you through learning spanish. 

it had. within five months of joining the club, you were conversing fluently with your teammates, navigating life in a new country with a sense of confidence and ease.

now, sitting here with esmee, the thought of adding a fifth language to your brain felt... different. it wasn’t out of necessity. it wasn’t even really out of practicality. it was something you wanted to do because it mattered to you—because esmee mattered to you.

"i know it’s a lot," you admit, rubbing the back of your neck. 

"but it’s important to me. i just... i feel like if i can speak to you in dutch, in your language, it’s a way of connecting with you on a deeper level."

esmee sighs softly, her hand reaching out to take yours. her fingers are warm, reassuring. 

"you’re always doing this," she says, her tone light but tinged with affection. 

"pushing yourself to do more, to be more. and while i love that about you, i don’t want you to burn yourself out."

you offer her a small smile, squeezing her hand. 

"i’m not going to burn out. i’ll take it slow. i just... i want to be able to speak to you in dutch, even if it takes time."

there’s a pause, and you can tell she’s thinking it over. finally, she lets out a breath and nods. 

"okay. if it’s something you really want, i’m not going to stop you. but promise me you won’t stress yourself out over it. learning a fifth language is... well, it’s a lot, babe. i can barely speak three."

you laugh softly, leaning your head against her shoulder. 

"i know. i’m used to ‘a lot,’ remember?"

she chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

"yeah, that’s true. you’re always going above and beyond. but just... promise me you’ll take it easy, okay?"

you nod, relaxing into her embrace. "i promise."

over the next few months, you begin your journey into learning dutch. you start with the basics—greetings, simple phrases, and common words. esmee helps when she can, correcting your pronunciation, giving you pointers, for the most part, you rely on language apps.

it’s slow going at first, as expected. dutch is a tricky language, with its own set of rules and nuances that make it difficult to pick up quickly. you’re determined, and after a while, you start to see progress. 

simple conversations with esmee become a little easier, even if they’re stilted and peppered with mistakes.

you take pride in those small victories—being able to ask her how her day was, or tell her something funny that happened during training. 

esmee always responds with encouragement, even when you stumble over words or struggle to remember certain phrases.

as the months go on, the pressure you’ve been putting on yourself starts to build. speaking four languages had always felt like second nature to you, but dutch... dutch was different. no matter how much you practiced, it never felt like enough. 

you weren’t picking it up as quickly as you had with french or spanish, and that frustrated you.

one night, after a particularly long day at training, you find yourself sitting at the kitchen table, staring down at your notebook full of dutch phrases. the words blur together, your mind foggy from exhaustion. 

you’ve been at this for six months now, and while you’ve made progress, you still feel miles away from being able to hold a proper conversation in dutch.

esmee walks into the kitchen, her curly hair damp from the shower, and notices the frown on your face. 

"hey," she says softly, coming over to sit beside you. 

"what’s wrong?"

you sigh, closing the notebook and rubbing your temples. "i don’t know. i’m just... frustrated. i’ve been trying so hard. esmee, is my dutch good? be honest. i still feel like i can barely speak dutch."

esmee frowns, her hand resting on your arm. 

"babe, you’ve made so much progress. you’ve learned more in six months than most people do in years."

"it doesn’t feel like it," you mutter, leaning back in your chair. 

"i can’t even hold a full conversation with you without messing up. it’s like my brain just... shuts down."

she gives you a sympathetic smile, her thumb rubbing gentle circles on your arm. 

“maybe it’s because you’re pushing yourself too hard. you’ve already got so much on your plate at barcelona, and learning a fifth language is... well, it’s a lot, y/n. no one expects you to be perfect at it, least of all me."

"i know," you sigh, running a hand through your hair. "but i want to be able to speak it fluently. i want to be able to talk to you in dutch, not just stumble through broken sentences."

esmee’s expression softens and she leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. 

"i appreciate that you’re doing this for me, but you don’t need to be fluent in dutch to make me feel loved or understood. we already have that. the language thing... it’s a nice bonus, but it’s not necessary."

you glance at her, feeling a wave of guilt settle in your chest. 

"i know it’s not necessary, but... i just want to do this. it feels like... i don’t know, like i’m proving something to myself, too. if i can master this, then… like…  i don’t know."

she gives you a knowing look, her eyes soft with understanding. 

"you’ve always been an overachiever," she says with a small smile. 

"always pushing yourself to be the best at everything you do. but sometimes... you need to give yourself a break. learning five languages isn’t something most people can do. it’s okay if you don’t get it right away."

you swallow hard, her words hitting a little too close to home. you’ve always been like this—setting high expectations for yourself, pushing yourself to meet them, and then feeling disappointed when you fall short. 

it’s something that’s driven your career to where it is now, but it’s also something that can be exhausting.

"maybe you’re right," you say quietly, leaning your head against her shoulder. 

"i just... i want to be good at it. i want to do this for you."

she wraps her arm around you, pulling you closer. 

"and i love you for that. but you don’t have to stress yourself out over it. i’m proud of you no matter what, whether you can speak dutch or not."

you close your eyes, letting her words sink in. she’s right, of course. you’ve been pushing yourself too hard, setting impossible expectations for something that doesn’t need to be perfect.

"okay," you say softly. "i’ll try to chill out a little."

esmee laughs gently, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

"good. you’re amazing, y/n, and i don’t want you to forget that."

masterlist

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Taiwan has one show, but that's all they need

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

April 2024 Wk 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

Two Worlds (Thurs IQIYI) ep 4 of 10 - I don’t say this often but I LOVE this love triangle. The longing gazes = chef's kiss. I like that we are finally getting flashbacks to Tai’s side of the love affaire. This show remains highly engaging. So pleased for MaxNat.  

Deep Night (Thurs iQiyi) ep 5 of 8 - More lesbians! Yay! Meanwhile, when our leads make up they make out! (Yes I’m proud of myself.) I think this might be BLs first rooftop sex scene. We’ve reached new heights, BLabies. (Yes I’m proud of that too.) Anygay, basically a soap opera at this point, I'm not thrilled but I don’t mind.

"Do you apologize for being straight?"

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 10 of 12 - It was lovely. Very well done celebrity leaving the closet ep. Nice ensemble work too. Next week is doom! As expected. 

Only Boo! (Sun YouTube) ep 1 of 12 - New main couple for GMMTV in an idol romance about a boy who dances good and a food stand vendor. It’s fine but overly very pulp feeling for something from GMMTV. I'm a little concerned.

1000 Years Old (Thurs iQIYI) ep 8 of 12 - meh.

To Be Continued (Sat C3 Thailand grey) ep 7 of 8 - Never turned up on my usual sites. So will have to wait until next week. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Unknown (Taiwan Tues YouTube & Viki) ep 7 of 11 - Qian was, indeed, the one who couldn’t let go. This show is fucking fantastic. It's the best thing I'm watching right now by a mile.

Jazz for Two (Korea Gaga/grey) eps 3-8fin - The bully and the blue-haired drummer side pairing were great. I hated the father. Hated him so much. Our main tsundere seme was a bit too tsundere for me. I was v annoyed by the time he finally softened. I'm amused by all the ways they finagled boys kissin-but-not-kissing in the first half of this show. 2024's "pan around the back of the head" has now become a "dipping of the brolly." We did, however, eventually get an okay kiss.

Honestly?

This was basically what I wanted from Given and didn’t get. So I’m pleased. The music still wasn't great, but you can skip those bits. A solid enemies to lovers BL, where the sins of brothers' past haunts the present. Great optics, decent chemistry, and a tidy script even if tsundere characterization went a bit extreme in some cases. 8/10 RECOMMENDED trigger for suicide

Love is Better the Second Time Around AKA Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 5 of 6 - We got the past betrayal in detail and it was decently bad. Bitterness understood. Too soon to live together! The BL U-Haul strikes again. I do like their weird curry passive aggressive argument. This is an interesting show. Do I LOVE it? No. But I think I like it.

On a not-really-related note: adoption, including adult adoption, is actually pretty common in Japan (comparatively). It's often tied to business scionism.

My Strawberry Film (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 8fin - It all turned out to be a tragic GL in the end. Not BL = not my problem. No rating. I will forget its existence right about… now. 

Love is like a Cat (Korea Mon Viki) eps 1-2 of 12 - Okay, weirdly kinky with the head scratching. Not much has happened and I’m not wild about what has. 

It's done, ready to binge, but I suck

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps

It's airing but...

We Are (Weds GMMTV iQIYI) ep 1 of 16 - University ensemble BL featuring PondPhuwin, WinnySatang, AouBoom, MarcPawinPoon - basically the good kind of messy gay friendship group (so more My Engineer and less Only Friends). Looks a bit like the Kiss series but everyone is queer. I'm IN but I need my other computer and I'm traveling as usual. So I'll get caught up next week and probably won't regularly be able to watch this one.

Graduation Countdown (Taiwan YouTube) - It's too much for me to keep up with 2 minute verticals, I don't have that kind of TikTok endurance training.

A Secretly Love (Thai Sat WeTV grey) 10 eps - Completed. Worth watching?

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school. Not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing.

Kiseki Chapter 2 (Sun iQIYI) 6 eps - It’s so boring DNFed at 2.

Close Friend Season 3: Soju Bomb! (Weds iQIYI) 6 - The problem with situational comedy BL is it must be situational, comedic and a BL. This show gets 1 of 3 claims correct. 33% is not a passing grade. Dropped at 3.

In the news

Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari is getting the undeserved honor of Furritsubs. Follow them for details. Tip 'em if you like 'em. (Will I watch it? Oh, probably. Damn it.)

Then Next Prince turned out to be a trailer only. Word on the webs is we will be lucky if we get it this year. It’s BL Princess Diaries. Jimmy has a new pairing (that boy from Night Dream) which is... interesting. All in all, this show does not look good. Pretty but not good.

Next Week Looks Like This:

4/11 Gray Shelter AKA Gray Currents (Korea ????) 4 eps - SooHyuk is only just surviving and reunites with YoonDae, an old friend. They end up living together. One of the leads is played by Choco of Choco Milk Shake.

4/12 Living With Him AKA Kare no Iru Seikatsu (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - Kindly Ryota goes off to uni only to find his new roommate is his childhood bestie, Kazuhito. Kazuhito doesn’t have a girlfriend and Ryota tries to help him figure out why, they fall in love along the way. Same director as Old Fashion Cupcake.

Still to Come in April

4/18 At 25:00, in Alaska AKA 25 Ji, Akasaka de (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - Yuki lands his first starring role in a BL drama alongside superstar Asami (previously his senior at uni). Said superstar suggests they form a sham relationship until filming concludes. As they actually begin to fall in love, the spotlight begins to burn. I think I've seen this before (joke) and also the trailer doesn't inspire confidence.

4/26 My Stand-In (Thai iQIYI) 12 eps - adaptation of Chinese novel "Professional Body Double" by Shui Qiang Cheng. Stars Up (Lovely Writer) and Poom (Bake Me Please) directed by the same team as KP (not a recommendation IMHO - my biggest criticism of that show was the clashing directing styles). This one looks well complicated, lemme try: Joe is a stuntman for famous actor Tong. Joe falls in love with Ming but Ming sees Joe as nothing more than a Tong-replacement. After learning this horrible truth, Joe dies. Joe then wakes up in the body of another man also named Joe. He manages to rebuild the same life as before—with the same people eventually re-meeting Ming. Ming wants Joe back but Joe doesn't understand why. But Ming seems to know what's going on and wants to give him some kind of explanation.

I'm exhausted just trying to describe the plot.

Knock-Knock Boys (Thai WeTV) - 4 college friends conspire to help their friend lose his virginity. Familiar faces like Seng (yes, Billy's previous partner) and Best, news here.

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

NOTE: It looks like one of my personal favorites of last year Unintentional Love Story is getting a spin off!

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

See City of Stars & Unknown.

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are too much work.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire

If ya wanna be tagged each week leave a comment and I will add you to the template. Easy peesy.

[dystopic-view]

Blue eyes and a box of cereal

Gojo x fem/afab reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: A chance encounter with Satoru Gojo at the grocery store turns your ordinary day upside down. What starts as lighthearted banter leads to an unexpected first date, where playful tension lingers beneath the surface. As the night unfolds, things take a turn neither of you saw coming

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: fluff, first date, slow burn, tension, chemistry, playful banter, emotional connection, car ride, fancy dinner, first kiss, alternative universe

𝐖.𝐂: 4.4K

You first met Satoru Gojo in the most normal of places.

An aisle in a grocery store.

It was the kind of place where nothing out of the ordinary should happen, but when you saw him for the first time, everything changed.

The sound of conversation and the clatter of shopping carts faded, and all you could focus on was him.

Tall, unmistakably confident, with his snow white hair standing out even under the bright lights of the store.

Despite wearing a clearly expensive dress shirt and pants,, his presence alone drew all the attention.

You weren’t the type to stare at strangers, but something about him drew you in.

Maybe it was the way he casually scanned the shelf of cereal boxes, completely at ease, like there wasn’t a single thing in the world that could bother him.

Or maybe it was his eyes.

Those blue eyes that met yours for a second, catching you by surprise.

They held an intensity that made you feel like you were the only person in the store.

You didn’t realize you were standing in the way until he chuckled softly.

“Are you eyeing the same cereal as me? We’re gonna have to rock-paper-scissors for it,” he teased, a playful grin stretching across his face.

You felt your cheeks warm, suddenly embarrassed for blocking his path. "Oh, sorry!" You moved aside quickly, fumbling with your own basket.

The awkwardness should’ve made you retreat, but instead, you found yourself laughing at the unexpected interaction.

“No need to apologize,” He said, his movements smooth and easy as he grabbed a box from the shelf.

He glanced at it, then back at you. “Which one do you recommend?”

It was such a simple question, but there was a kindness and a gentleness to his tone that made you feel at ease despite your racing heart.

You gave a small smile, gesturing to the box he was holding. “That one’s pretty good if you like sweet things. But if you’re more into healthier stuff, I’d go for something with less sugar.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely interested in your suggestion. “You’re right. I should probably watch my sugar intake,” he mused, though his grin suggested he didn’t care much about that. “But I do have somewhat of a sweet tooth, so I think I’ll stick with the sweet stuff today.”

You smiled at his easy going nature, sensing that beneath his lighthearted exterior was someone who understood the world deeply but chose to approach it with humor and charm. There was something comforting about him, and without realizing it, you found yourself lingering, not wanting to leave this conversation.

He must’ve noticed, because he leaned in just slightly, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Do you shop here often? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

His question caught you off guard.

You nodded, a little flustered by his attention. “Yeah, I come here from time to time. I guess our paths just haven’t crossed until now.”

“Well,” he said, his voice softening as if he were letting you in on a secret, “I’m glad they finally did.”

His words lingered in the air for a moment, filling you with a warmth you didn’t expect.

There was something different about him.

Something that told you this wasn’t just small talk.

It felt like he’d somehow seen straight through to who you were in just those few minutes.

Before you knew it, you were chatting easily about the most mundane things.

Food preferences, favorite places in the city, how you always seemed to end up in the grocery store on your busiest days.

The whole time, Gojo listened intently, making you feel more understood than most people ever did.

As the conversation flowed, you realized that there was something special in the way he interacted with you.

He was thoughtful, always making sure the conversation was about you, never pushing to talk about himself unless prompted.

You could see now that despite his confidence and charm, he had a softness, a care for others that ran deeper than appearances.

It wasn’t about impressing anyone.

It was just who he was.

Eventually, you both found yourselves at the checkout, and a hint of disappointment crept in, knowing this encounter might be coming to an end.

You watched as he bagged his groceries with that same easy smile on his face, and just as you were about to say goodbye, he turned to you with a look that made your heart skip.

“How about we grab dinner tonight?” he asked, casually tossing his bag over his shoulder. His tone was light, but there was a sincerity in his eyes. “I mean, if you’re not too busy.”

You blinked, caught off guard but undeniably flattered.

There was no way you could say no. “I’d like that.”

He grinned, brighter than the lights over you. “Great. Then it’s a date.”

You fumbled for your phone, still slightly dazed by how casually he’d just asked you out.

“Let me give you my number,” you said, your voice a little softer than you intended.

You could feel the excitement bubbling inside, but you tried to keep your cool as you opened up your contacts app.

Gojo’s eyes were on you the entire time, his smile never leaving his face.

When you handed your phone to him, he quickly typed in his number, then handed it back. “There. Now you’ve got me,” he said with a playful tilt of his head.

You smiled at the way he made everything seem so effortless.

“I’ll text you so you have mine too,” you said, your fingers nervously hovering over the screen as you sent a simple, “Hey, it’s me.”

His phone buzzed, and he glanced at it with a grin. “Perfect. I’ll pick you up around seven?”

You nodded, still in a bit of disbelief at how smoothly everything was unfolding. “Yeah, seven works.”

“Great, send me your address then” he said, taking a step back, his hand lifting in a casual wave. “I’ll see you tonight.”

As he walked away, you stood there for a moment, clutching your phone tightly.

It all felt a little surreal.

Meeting Gojo in such a random place and now, somehow, having dinner plans with him.

You glanced at the time.

You had a few hours until seven, and as much as you tried to calm yourself, the butterflies in your stomach wouldn’t settle.

The rest of your day flew by in a blur, your mind constantly drifting back to the way he smiled, the way his eyes seemed to linger on you just a little longer than normal.

Before you knew it, it was time to get ready.

You found yourself standing in front of your closet, second guessing every outfit you considered.

Casual?

Too fancy?

You didn’t want to overthink it, but it was impossible not to.

This was Gojo Satoru, a man who seemed effortless in everything he did, and you wanted to meet that energy.

You settled on a flowy light blue dress, not even realizing it matched the color of his eyes to perfection until you put it on.

Not too fancy, but not too casual either.

After all, you rather be overdressed, than underdressed to the occasion.

By the time seven rolled around, you were ready.

Still nervous but more excited than anything.

Your phone buzzed just as you were giving your reflection one last glance.

It was him.

“Outside :)”

You grabbed your bag and rushed out the door, feeling the cool evening air hit your skin as you spotted him leaning casually against his car, phone in hand, wearing that same easy smile from earlier.

“Right on time,” he said, pushing off the car and opening the door for you. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” you said, trying to keep the nerves from showing in your voice. “Where are we going?”

Gojo gave a mysterious grin as he slid into the driver’s seat beside you. “You’ll see. I’ve got a good spot in mind.”

The car ride started with the soft hum of the engine and the city lights blurring by outside the windows.

You were still trying to process how you ended up here, sitting next to Gojo Satoru, heading to dinner with him.

He was calm as ever, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting lazily on the gear shift between you.

"So, do you always take strangers you meet in grocery stores out to dinner?" you teased lightly, trying to break the nervous tension that lingered in the air.

He let out a soft laugh, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Only the cute ones," he shot back, casually.

His grin widened when he saw you react, cheeks warming at his flirty tone. "What about you? Do you often go to dinner with guys who ask for cereal advice?"

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his gaze, and replied with a playful glint in your eyes, “Only when they have a charming smile and a good sense of humor. You just barely made the cut.”

Gojo chuckled, leaning back slightly, feigning offense. “Barely? I’ll have to step up my game if I want a second date.”

You laughed, enjoying the banter. “Good luck with that! I have high standards.”

You both fell into an easy rhythm of conversation as the car made its way through the winding streets of the city.

“So,” he said after a brief pause, “What do you do when you’re not researching different types of cereal?”

You chuckled at his playful jab. “Well, I’m actually a florist,” you replied, leaning back in your seat, feeling the familiar excitement of sharing your passion. “I spend my days arranging flowers and helping people pick out the perfect bouquets for every occasion.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued. “A florist? That’s so cool! You must have an incredible sense of creativity.”

“Thanks! It’s fun to be surrounded by so much color and life. Plus, I love making people happy with flowers,” you said, your voice brightening at the thought. “But it can be a lot of hard work, especially during the wedding season.”

“I can imagine,” he replied, nodding thoughtfully. “Do you have a favorite flower?”

You pondered for a moment. “I’d have to say orchids. I once learned that orchids symbolize eternal love. Because of that they’re typically given to people after the passing of someone close, as a sort of sympathy. I find that beautiful. What about you? Do you have a favorite?”

“Honestly? I’m not that much of an expert on flowers,” he admitted with a grin. “I do love how they brighten up a room, though.”

You laughed, imagining him in a flower shop, trying to navigate the sea of different flowers. “I can picture it clearly. Surrounded by all these flowers, looking completely lost.”

He feigned a look of horror, placing a hand dramatically on his chest. “That’s so mean! I would just be strategically analyzing my options. I’d definitely know the difference between a daisy and a dandelion.”

You both shared a laugh, and the conversation kept flowing naturally.

It felt good to connect with him on such a personal level.

You learned about his interests, his love for teaching, and how he often found himself getting lost in his work.

“So, what do you teach?” you asked, curious.

“High school students,” he replied, glancing over at you. “I try to keep it engaging, but sometimes they’re more interested in their phones than the lesson.”

“I can only imagine the challenge,” you said with a nod. “But I bet you have a way of making it fun.”

Gojo shrugged, a playful smirk on his face. “I try my best. I like to think I have a special talent for it. A little humor goes a long way.”

Just then, as you rounded the corner, the restaurant came into view, and a gasp escaped your lips.

It was a stunning place.

Modern and elegant, with soft lighting spilling out onto the sidewalk.

The ambiance was cozy yet kinda fancy, the kind of place you’d expect to find in a romantic movie.

“Wow,” you breathed, glancing over at him, your eyes wide. “This looks amazing.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, his voice light as he parked the car. “I thought it’d be nice to have a fancy dinner for our first outing.”

You felt a flutter in your stomach at his words as you both got out of the car. “We didn’t have to go all out like this, but I appreciate it.”

He shrugged, giving you that light hearted grin again. “I just wanted to make sure we had a good time.”

As you entered the restaurant, the soft sound of live music filled the air, and you were immediately enveloped in the intimate atmosphere.

You were led to a secluded table near the back, where you could enjoy the ambiance without feeling overwhelmed by the crowd.

As you both sat down, a subtle tension began to weave through the air.

You could feel it simmering beneath the surface, an ever growing chemistry that had been building since the car ride.

The way Gojo looked at you, the way he leaned in slightly as he spoke, made your heart race just a little faster.

“So, what’s good here?” you asked, trying to break the tension but also genuinely curious about the menu.

“I’ve heard their steak is really good,” he replied, scanning the options. “But I’m a sucker for pasta. I might have to get both.”

You laughed softly. “Living life on the edge, huh? You’re going to need to roll me home if you keep that up.”

He chuckled as he leaned closer, his voice playful. “I’ll carry you if I have to. Wouldn’t want you to get too full for dessert.”

The playful banter made the tension crackle, and you found yourself leaning in too, a teasing smile on your lips. “Dessert is the most important part of the meal, after all.”

As you placed your orders, the conversation continued, flowing effortlessly from topic to topic.

But as the night wore on, you noticed moments of lingering silence where his gaze would hold yours a little longer than necessary.

It was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.

When the food arrived, the plates were beautifully arranged, making your stomach rumble with anticipation.

As you took a bite of your meal, the flavors melting on your tongue, you noticed a shift in the air.

The comfortable rhythm of your conversation had slowed, leaving pockets of silence that felt heavy, but not awkward.

More like you both knew something was unsaid.

Gojo’s usual carefree smile had softened into something more thoughtful, his fingers tapping lightly against the glass of wine in front of him as he watched you.

“You’re quiet all of a sudden,” you said, trying to keep the mood light, though you felt the weight of his gaze. “Is the food that good, or are you plotting your next grocery run?”

His lips quirked up at that remark, but his eyes didn’t quite match the playfulness in his tone. “Oh, I’m always planning my next move,” he said, a touch of mystery in his voice. Then, after a beat, he added, “But tonight’s a little different.”

There it was again.

Another shift, the kind that made your skin tingle with anticipation.

You set your fork down, unsure whether you should push him to explain or wait it out.

He didn’t seem like the type to let his guard down easily, yet there was something in the way he was looking at you now, like he was measuring his words carefully before speaking.

“What do you mean?” you asked softly, leaning in just slightly, not wanting to break the delicate tension that had formed between you.

Gojo hesitated, his fingers lightly grazing the rim of his glass. “I guess it’s just... rare for me to feel this invested,” he said, his voice still light but with an underlying seriousness that caught you by surprise.

You blinked, feeling a rush of heat rise to your face, not from flattery but from the intensity of the moment. “Invested?”

He nodded, his eyes steady on yours. “Yeah. I like to keep things easy, fun. But tonight…” He trailed off, letting the silence linger between you.

His fingers stilled on his glass, and he leaned forward slightly, his gaze holding yours captive. “It’s not just fun. And I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

Your breath hitched, the weight of his words settling in the space between you.

You didn’t know how to respond, the lighthearted banter you’d been relying on earlier now suddenly feeling out of place.

Inappropriate even.

The conversation had taken a turn you hadn’t expected, and you could feel the tension stretching between you like a rubber band, ready to snap.

“Well, I” you began, but the words caught in your throat.

There was a vulnerability between you that felt raw, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to confront it yet.

Instead, you picked up your glass, taking a sip to buy yourself some time.

Gojo watched you closely, his smile softening into something less teasing, more genuine. “You don’t have to say anything,” he said quietly, his voice low. “I just wanted to be real with you. I don’t usually get this caught up so quickly.”

His honesty hit you like a wave, breaking through the playful façade the two of you had been dancing around all night.

You could feel the intensity of his gaze on you, and it made your pulse quicken.

It wasn’t what you had expected, not from someone like him, but there was no denying the sincerity in his eyes.

For a moment, the noise of the restaurant faded away, leaving just the two of you at the table, locked in this unbearably loud silence.

Taking a breath, you set your glass down and looked him squarely in the eye. “It’s a lot to take in,” you admitted softly, your voice steady but your heart racing. “But I don’t think it’s a bad thing either.”

A slow smile crept across Gojo’s face, and he looked almost relieved.

He leaned back in his chair, letting out a breath. “I’m glad you think so,” he said, his voice dropping a little, his grin turning more mischievous. “Because I was worried I was reading things wrong.”

Gojo’s mischievous grin lingered, but you could see the softness in his eyes as he leaned back, clearly more relaxed after your words.

The tension that had simmered between you throughout the night was still there, but it had shifted into something more subtle, more intimate.

As the meal came to a close, the waiter discreetly placed the bill on the table, and you reached for it instinctively. “I’ll get this,” you said with a smile, grabbing it before Gojo had the chance to react.

He raised an eyebrow, amused but not surprised. “Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be?”

You nodded, determined. “You went through the trouble of taking me out, so it’s only fair I pay the bill.”

Gojo leaned forward, resting his chin on his interlocked fingers as he watched you with that signature playful glint in his eyes. “It’s cute that you think I’m going to let you pay.”

“I’m serious,” you shot back, pulling out your card. “At least let me pay my half.”

Before you could hand it to the waiter, Gojo’s hand shot out, gently but firmly grabbing your wrist. “You can try, but I’ve already taken care of it,” he said, his grin widening. “I had the bill added to my tab when we ordered dessert.”

Your jaw dropped as you stared at him, incredulous. “You planned this?”

He shrugged, looking far too pleased with himself. “What can I say? I like to be prepared.”

You shook your head, defeated but laughing. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“I’ve been told,” he said with a wink, his eyes twinkling as he stood up and motioned for you to follow him. “But I’ll make it up to you by letting you treat me next time. Deal?”

“Fine,” you said, rolling your eyes but unable to hide your smile. “Next time.”

As you walked out of the restaurant, the cool night air hit your face, and you suddenly

became hyper-aware of the proximity between you two as you made your way back to the car.

Gojo opened the passenger door for you with that same casual ease, waiting until you were settled before getting in himself.

The ride back felt different.

The earlier lightheartedness had shifted again, replaced by a quiet tension that seemed to fill the car.

Neither of you spoke at first, the silence thick but not uncomfortable.

Just heavy, like both of you were waiting for something to happen.

His hands gripped the steering wheel lightly, but you could feel his attention flickering toward you from the corner of your eye.

Finally, Gojo broke the silence, his voice low. “So, did I do okay for a first date? Or do I need to step it up next time?”

You smiled, turning slightly in your seat to face him. “You set the bar pretty high,” you said, your voice teasing but sincere. “But I’m curious to see what you’ll come up with next.”

He glanced over at you, his eyes gleaming in the dim light of the car. “I like a challenge.”

The conversation faded again, the quiet between you thickening as he pulled up to your apartment.

You suddenly felt a rush of nerves you hadn’t expected as the car came to a stop.

Gojo turned off the engine but didn’t move to get out right away.

Neither did you.

“Thanks for tonight,” you said softly, breaking the silence as you unbuckled your seatbelt. “I had a really good time.”

“Me too,” he replied, his voice equally soft but filled with something more.

His gaze was intense, like he was holding back from saying something he wasn’t sure he should.

You hesitated, your hand resting on the door handle as you glanced over at him.

And then, before you could think twice, you pushed open the door and stepped out, the cool air snapping you out of your own head.

Gojo quickly followed, walking you up to your doorstep, his hands casually shoved into his pockets, though his eyes never left you.

When you reached the door, you turned to face him, the streetlights casting a soft glow over the both of you.

You could feel your heart racing in your chest, a mixture of excitement and nerves swirling in your stomach.

“I guess this is it,” you said quietly, unsure of how to end the night.

Part of you didn’t want it to be over just yet.

“Yeah,” he replied, his voice just as soft.

His gaze flicked down to your lips for the briefest second before returning to your eyes. “I’d say ‘see you later,’ but I don’t think I’m ready to leave just yet.”

There was a pause, the tension between you both growing unbearable.

Then, without thinking, you took a step closer, your breath hitching as his hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

His touch was light, careful, but it sent a spark through you.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and almost teasing, “if I don’t kiss you now, I might regret it.”

Your pulse quickened, your eyes locking with his. “Then don’t regret it.”

That was all it took.

Before you could respond, he leaned in, his hand brushing against your cheek as he tilted

your face up to meet his.

His lips hovered just a breath away from yours for what felt like an eternity before he finally closed the distance, his kiss gentle at first, testing, but quickly deepening as the tension between you finally disappeared.

Your hands found their way to his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt as he pulled you closer, his thumb brushing softly along your jaw.

The kiss was slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring the moment, and you found yourself sinking into it, your heart racing in your chest.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting lightly against yours, both of you were slightly breathless.

He stayed close, his eyes half-lidded as he whispered, “So… dinner tomorrow too?”

You smiled, still catching your breath, your hands resting on his chest. “I was thinking the same thing.”

He grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before stepping back. “It’s a date, then. And you’re paying, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed softly, still feeling the warmth of his touch. “Goodnight, Gojo.”

“Goodnight,” he whispered, before he turned and walked back to his car, glancing over his shoulder to give you one last smile before disappearing into the night.

You stood there for a moment longer, watching the taillights of his car fade into the distance. Your heart was still racing, and you could feel the ghost of his touch lingering on your skin.

With a soft smile, you turned the key in the lock and stepped inside.

You sighed quietly, fingers lightly tracing the spot on your lips where his had been.

As you kicked off your shoes and made your way to the living room, your phone buzzed in your bag.

Fishing it out, you saw a new message from Gojo.

“Hope you’re still smiling. Sweet dreams, flower girl”

You couldn’t help but grin at the screen, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest.

The night had been so unexpected, but somehow, it felt like the perfect beginning.

You typed back a quick reply before curling up on your couch, your heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

“Still smiling. Sweet dreams, cereal guy”

You set your phone aside, knowing that you’d probably see him again tomorrow.

But for now, the memory of his kiss and the promise of whatever was to come was more than enough to fill your dreams.

[noraigo]

some days ago, i started watching we are the series, since a friend of mine tried to convince me for a long time to tune in. we are isn’t exactly the type of series i would watch. not disregarding its charm, i must admit it’s even endearing, i’m just more keen on the angsty, adult queer love. however, there’s a certain couple that’s been running nonstop in my mind ever since i started the series and, of course, it’s no other than tan and fang.

tan is certainly unique as a whole, because if anything — i think it’s the first time i see such a loud but not annoying character, and that’s hard to portray. his excitement seems genuine all the time and i feel his happiness is shared through the screen. that doesn’t brush off his emotional intelligence and i think people underestimate this trait of his: just because he seems silly and party-loving doesn’t mean that he is insensible. he can be serious if it’s needed and he cares for the people around him. it’s safe to say that cheerful characters are often overlooked because of it and, as viewers, we shouldn’t take it for granted.

fang, on the other side, is the total opposite of him, yet it doesn’t make him less interesting. his background is implied to be unstable, which made both phum and fang be more closed off emotionally speaking. even so, fang is trying his best to be on the same page as tan, though tan adores him when he’s serene and quiet. most of the time, characters like fang are misunderstood and it’s a little saddening. he is kind and tough, but it’s not hard to love him. something tan understood from the very beginning.

their dynamics keep me pushing watching the series. now that fang has been softening more and more, their scenes became even lovelier to watch, if that was ever possible; their kisses, clear eyes of infatuation, playful banters and words of love show it. i’m not a fan of sex scenes, they underwhelm me a little (might be the acespec in me), but tanfang’s was just perfect. not too much, not too little. just enough to show that these two desire each other. possibly, it could be not their first time as a couple, which is refreshing and new in thai queer shows as far as i've seen. (aouboom definitely enjoyed kissing and touching each other a little too much but, didn't the same happen with hidden agenda? just saying.)

people like them could be too much for others, but for each other, they are an absolute match. fang knows tan loves him unconditionally and so does tan. tan tries to push him for the better without overstepping his boundaries whilst fang apologizes if his behavior might be irrational when he’s angry and accidentally lashes out on tan. that’s actual respect and patience in a relationship. none of them are trying to change the other to fit their own personality, they have already changed once they realized they were into each other back then when they were problematic teens. ain’t that sweet?

just look at these sweet two blorbos, just in their own world, happy and in love.

on another note, though, i’ve gotten to know aouboom since viceversa era and i could already smell the cute chemistry between both, yet it’s very sad to know they suffer from secondary couple syndrome. how many series have they starred in as a second or even third couple? very unfair, gmmtv, you better give them a nice series, regardless of its length. as long as they don’t keep acting in college settings, i would give my entire scholarship for a coffee shop or any other ordinary plot. they are just THAT good and i will never get tired of their chemistry. they have a kind of spark i see very rarely and if gmm doesn’t give them a shot, they’re losing a potential gem.

please, give us more tanfang content and especially, an aouboom series. thank you very much.

[farfromstrange]

Just Let Me Love You | Matt Murdock x Reader

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader (f!Reader heavily implied)

Summary: You're struggling with your body image and Matt notices

Warnings: Angst, TW: allusions to an ED, self-deprecating talk (Reader has internalized fatphobia toward herself), not proof red (I was too emotional for that)

Word Count: 2.1k

A/n: So, my body is changing and I hate it. As someone who was the Fat Funny Friend growing up, I got inspired by the song. Now I wasn't sure if to tag for a plus-sized reader because when I wrote this, I had myself in mind, and I'm not even sure what "category" I fall into, so this is pretty universal and I think any of you who are struggling with body dysmorphia might appreciate this. Heed the warnings before proceeding and don't forget to eat if you haven't already! (Also, I used my tag list to tag for this, but don't read it if this triggers you, please!)

Our brains are wired to function in a certain way. But not every brain is balanced in chemistry. 

For the longest time, she thought there was something seriously wrong with her. She never fit in anywhere, so she tried to make herself fit. Change her attitude, change her behavior, change her hobbies, and change the way she looks. She did it so many times, she lost count. 

She relied on humor, telling funny little anecdotes to make whatever friend group she was a part of at the time laugh at her. But that was all she could do. Make them laugh. She lit up the mood, lit up the room, but she seemingly never lit up anyone’s heart the way her friends did. 

They talked about their relationships, talked about their families and friends, and she played along. She listened. When she talked about her likes, they pretended to care, but within minutes, they lost interest. She thought it just wasn’t that important. Not as important as how beautiful they all were, anyway. And they were striking, she thought. That’s why everyone always chose them and never approached her. But she swallowed it to at least be a part of something. 

She always helped everyone but herself. She was there when no one else was, but even when she was a part of something, she never fully fit in. There was an impossible standard looming over her head, and she couldn’t possibly reach it. 

Don’t be too loud. Don’t be too silly. Don’t say no. Don’t talk about your problems, only listen to everyone else’s. Don’t believe that he wants you because he is too good for you, and all he wants is your best friend who is ten times prettier than you. And don’t believe that personality and humor will get you anywhere; you will end up miserably alone the same way people who look like you always will. 

The same voice, over and over again. Word turning into knives. It was exhausting to fight against the demons within her because they just sounded so damn convincing. 

When she met him, the man who stole her heart, she never thought he would ask her out. When he did, she was dumbfounded. In every possible situation, he found himself assuring her that he wouldn’t drop her for the pretty blonde in the office, or his psychotic ex-girlfriend who just happened to have the most beautiful body known to man. To her, at least. Everyone around him was just so beautiful, and he was even more so–he was the prettiest specimen in the world, and everyone desired him. Of course, she grew insecure. She couldn’t help it. It was a reflex.

She fell in love with a man who finally saw her for who she was and he loved her despite—no, he loved her regardless. For who she was. He took her, accepted her, and began seeing her as the most beautiful person in the world. For the first time, she felt appreciated, loved, and not so miserably alone. 

Yet, the fear continued to linger. The fear that one day, he would notice that perhaps, a woman of average looks wouldn’t be enough for him anymore. That she was, indeed, as unconventionally unattractive as everyone said she was from the first day she actually understood what was being said to her. She was just a child then. 

The funny friend. The awkward friend. The weird one. The girl without real friends. The girl with the silly clothes, the silly smile, the slightly crooked teeth, the belly pouch… The girl who lost weight, the girl who gained weight, and the girl who shouldn’t be so proud of herself because she had nothing to be proud of. 

“Sweetheart?” he asked her, yanking her out of the downward spiral that only continued to get worse over time. “Did you have anything to eat yet?”

He stood in the kitchen, the sleeves of his dress shirt bunched around his elbow. It was hot outside, too hot for her liking, and even his clothes were slightly stained with sweat. 

She looked up from the couch, still wrapped up in a blanket despite the high temperatures, a book resting on her thighs. He met her eyes with a smile. 

“I noticed your leftovers are still in the fridge. Could smell them,” he clarified. “I was just wondering whether that was on purpose or not.”

Worrying fit it better, she thought to herself. He always worried too much. 

She closed her book. “I might’ve forgotten,” she said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

His eyebrows furrowed. “You forgot?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice, but it never reached his eyes. 

“Yeah. I probably got too caught up reading or something. It’s no big deal. I’ll eat later. Or drink another latte.”

He hummed. “You know, iced coffee is not considered a healthy diet. Your body needs fuel.”

“Jesus Christ, Matt,” she raised her voice, “I’m okay!”

“You don’t look okay,” he stated as a matter of fact. 

“And how would you know?”

“I just do.”

He approached, his muscles straining against his shirt. It wasn’t fair, how good he looked. How well he carried himself. And he still had the audacity to look at her and tell her she had much more going for herself than just her humor. That she was beautiful. Pretty enough. 

“Hey,” Matt lowered himself on the couch beside her, “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, huh?”

“I forgot to eat, I told you,” she said.

“I don’t believe you.”

“But it’s the truth.”

“Not if you did it on purpose.”

The book landed on the coffee table and she got up, pacing the small space of their shared apartment in the heart of Hell’s Kitchen. He could hear her heartbeat pounding against her ribcage, the pent-up tears, and the tension, and he wanted nothing more than to reach out. But he waited. He gave her the space she needed to collect her thoughts.

“I forgot,” she repeated. “At first. And then I just happened to pass by a mirror and…and I looked at myself. I mean, really looked at myself.”

“Oh–” He sighed. “Baby…”

“I’m smaller when my stomach is empty, you know. And I thought it wouldn’t hurt me to, uh…cut back a little?”

He was about to respond, but she cut him off. “I don’t mean that I’m starving myself. I just…I forgot to eat, and then, when I remembered, I remembered what I saw and I was just…I’m not hungry anymore. I…I don’t think it’s a big deal. I’m not doing it on purpose, I’m just…”

She stopped pacing. She met his unfocused hazel eyes that held so much pain when he looked at her. He reached out, not saying a word, and she extended her shaky fingers toward the lifeline he was throwing. 

“Oh, God,” she whispered. She realized then why he looked so hurt. “It’s getting bad again, isn’t it?”

The question hung in the room as he pulled her toward himself. 

She didn’t protest when he pulled her back onto the couch, his arms engulfing her and pulling her back against his sturdy chest.

“What makes you think that you need to hurt yourself to fit some unrealistic beauty standard?” he asked softly, his voice merely a breath tickling her ear. 

She whimpered, not wanting to answer. 

“What makes you think that not being healthy is the solution to the way you see yourself? Wouldn’t that just make it worse?”

“I just…” She took a deep breath. “I just… I just want to be enough.”

“But you are enough,” he answered in a heartbeat, placing his hand on her neck and turning her face to him. He missed her face with his gaze, but she could still feel him in every fiber of her being as he sat there and felt her pulse, and she matched her breathing to his. 

A tear rolled down her cheek. “You don’t understand what it’s like,” she whispered back. “You don’t understand what it’s like to be only seen as the comedic relief in every relationship you have ever been in while your friends pulled the guys you wanted. Because they never wanted you, and they never saw competition in you either because you were just never the center of anyone’s attention.”

He was silent for a moment. The taste of her tears reached his tongue, and he visibly recoiled at the pain she held inside of her. Matt pulled her closer, holding her a little tighter. She melted. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of leaving her to deal with her thoughts, he placed his lips against her ear again. “You’re the center of my attention,” he said. “Of my world. My universe. And I couldn’t care less about the way you look.”

“That’s because you’re blind,” she shot back, a sob rippling through her body. 

He shook his head. “No. Those who reduce you to your looks are blind, and they don’t even deserve you in the first place. What matters most is this–” his large hand found its way onto the left side of her chest, above her heart. “What’s in here is what makes you beautiful, not what covers the outside.”

“But that’s not enough, is it?”

“To me, it is.”

“Not to me, Matthew. Like I said, you don’t get it.”

She struggled against his grip, but he wouldn’t let her go. “Then let me rephrase it,” he tried again, pressing his hand further against her chest. “I care more about who you are inside because I love you. But I don’t need sight to appreciate your physical beauty along with the sound of your heartbeat. Your breathing. Your touch. You know why?”

She shook her head. “Enlighten me.”

“Because I can feel you, sweetheart, and you are the most breathtaking human being I have ever had the pleasure of laying my hands on.”

If words were enough to make a person pass out, this would surely have been her breaking point. 

“You mean that?” She turned around, her tears now glistening with a taste of hope. 

He brushed them away with his thumb and nodded. “Every last word.”

Her eyes fluttered closed at the ghost of his touch. “I don’t like my body,” the admission came quietly.

In response, Matt nodded. “I know, but you have nothing to be ashamed of. That body deserves to be loved. You deserve to be loved.”

“I feel like…like I don’t deserve you. I don’t want you to leave me for…for Karen.”

The mention of her name caused him to frown. “Karen?” he asked. She nodded. He sighed, forcing her head to his chest, forcing her to listen to his heartbeat the same way he always did to her. “Don’t even think like that,” he told her. “I would never leave you for someone else. For no one, for nothing. I need you to stop assuming that, sweetheart. It’s not true.”

“It feels true,” she cried. 

His lips brushed the crown of her head. “But it isn’t.”

“But–”

“I love you,” he said, a bit more insistent this time. “Only you. I would rather die than never be with you again. And I mean that. Bring me the poison and I’ll prove it to you. I’ll get on my knees and worship the ground you walk on if that’ll make you believe me, but I won’t leave you.”

She clung to him, her nails digging into his shirt. Matt shushed her, his fingers brushing through her hair. The rhythm was soothing. 

She sobbed until she had nothing left to give. She cried because she knew he was right. She knew she was overthinking, but she was powerless to fight it. He was the only one who could open her eyes, and even then, she more often than not slipped away. She hated it. She hated the way her brain was wired, the things she was taught, and the things she continuously and wrongly kept teaching herself. 

Eventually, though, she slacked in his arms. 

“I don’t really like myself right now,” she confessed. “But I don’t know how to stop it.”

Matt chuckled softly, his chest rumbling. He tilted her chin up. “Then let me help you,” he said. 

“How?” she asked. 

He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss. “Just let me love you.” 

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[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

OMG!!! <3 I’m in love with all your content. It’s so hard finding yandere Shadowpeach, especially in a ploy relationship with oc/reader!!! I enjoy the dark themes this can bring to the table!!! I’m curious however, to hear your nsfw (smut) headcanons regarding the monkeys in a yandere romantic relationship and then how that changes with oc/reader? ;3 (Only if you’re comfortable, as I read somewhere that you are planning on featuring smut in some of the fanfics).

I have a few NSFW's that I am currently trying to work on. They are harder than I thought but I shall give you these headcannons of mine. (For this I'll use my cursed warlords AU because I might decide to change it up per au who knows)

Now onto it!

Shadowpeach Headcannons (NSFW)

I imagine that before the two got together, there was a lot of chemistry.

Wukong would get drunk once in a while (like blackout drunk). During this, he'd definitely be flirty with Macaque. Macaque, who never drank more than he could handle.

So Macaque would barely hold himself back as Wukong teased him in every way possible. The want to pounce was always there, he would want and pine to jump onto his King and fuck him senseless.

What made it harder was Wukongs hands raking across his body, teasing and taunting him. The number of times he nearly slid his hands into his warriors' pants counted into the hundreds before they got together. The only reason they never got further was because Macaque put a stop to it rather quickly.

After they get together?

Macaque is all on Wukong, weather drunk or not. He has months of teasing to repay (teasing that Wukong doesn't recall)

He'll suck Wukong off, enjoying the peachy flavor (why not?)

He'll bind him in shadows to keep him still when he's on top.

He also likes it when he makes Wukong beg, it's one of his favorite parts of sex. It only happens when he's bound up in shadows as that's the only time that Wukong can't really move to help himself.

He'll be more than willing to fuck him any way he or his mate wants. Nothing is off the table.

Both him and Wukong would be constantly fighting for dominace when they are in bed. They both like to be on top.

Like Macaque, Wukong likes to be on top as said before.

Even before the two got together Wukong would be extremely flirty while he was drunk.

He would never say it put loud but he was addicted to Macaque's scent.

He of course never understood why he was but he was.

He would never admit it out loud but he likes it when Macaque ties him up.

Wukong will tease and often. He'll slid his tail up Macaque's leg or even wrap it around his tail. He does not care who is in attendance because he’s a warlord (and even before that) he just doesn’t care about other’s opinions. (Except when they think badly of him. You all know his temper)

He will do anything to be on top, well unless he gets bound up. He can’t resist that feeling.

Now keep in mind this man never had sexual encounters with anyone before Macaque (Why? Because I said so)

Though neither of them liked the idea of a threesome, at least not until they met Reader.

Once Reader gets involved

Of course when Reader came along a few things change.

Once these two both figure out they love her (and get over their little bickerment) they are all for a threesome. (Only with Reader though)

The two still have their own rough exchanges because they know they can each handle it.

They want to be gentle with Reader because she is human. And they don’t want to hurt her.

Will leave bitemarks and possibly small bruises (which they will tend to if they do, they're not used to controlling their strength for humans)

They both love the idea of breeding you in every way possible.

They prefer to cum inside of you which means they’ll probably take turns.

Now I do want to clarify that I have a dub-con warning in my masterpost that is for nights such as drunk sex. Yeah mostly drunk sex and threats for kisses.

The threats for kisses is because they crave your affection. They will make ‘playful’ threats to get kisses and cuddles.

They’ll burn a house down if you don’t give them a kiss on the cheek. This is mostly from Wukong of course.

If Reader is drunk and initiates the act they have a hard time resisting. Depending on how drunk you are depends on the outcome.

Tipsy? They will definitely have sex with you.

Drunk? If you look like you are in control they would do it. If you’re not stumbling or slurring words or swaying.

Now if you are almost blackout drunk or even starting to slur your words. Nope, they are not doing it. (Unless if they are also drunk)

Instead they will take you to bed to rest and sleep. In the morning they will definitely be flirtatious though, hoping that it wasn’t just the alcohol talking. They’d shoot their shot, even if they get shot down.

If Reader says no to them they will stop. For your safety and your comfort. Or if you simply don’t want to, these two aren’t going to force you at all.

Afterwards weather your drunk, tired or still have energy they are cleaning you up. Flower Fruit Mountain has many hot springs and they have their personal one that they don’t even let other monkey demons get in.

You might be tired or sore who knows. But you are set into the water so you will be soaking for a while as they make sure that you are nice and clean.

As soon as you are clean they’ll let you relax in the water before taking you to bed. Since these two have probably exhausted you.

Is this everything? No. But just some head cannons that came to my mind.

Hands trailed down your body both from the front and the back. Wukong was pressed to your back and Macaque to your front as they nipped and left small bites across your collarbone. You held in a whine as you bit your lips. Wukong’s hands were the first to slide past your waist and gently gripped your thighs. Too much, too much.

“S-STOP!” All at once both of the Monkey Kings froze.

“Are you alright?”

“Did I hurt you?”

“N-No… I just don’t want to.” You were holding back tears. You weren’t ready for anything like this, you didn’t want to. Everything was happening so fast. But as soon as you said to stop, both of them listened.

“Oh honey, it’s alright. Hey, hey don’t cry,” Macaque lifted his hands to your face wiping away a few terrified tears.

“It’s alright, we don’t have to continue. How about we cuddle instead, you were okay with that yesterday,” Wukong added as he took his hands away, walking around you to help clean up your face a bit.

“No matter what, you can always tell us no for anything like this,” Macaque added as he gave you a few kisses on the cheek.

You sniffled as they sat down on their large nest full of the fluffiest blankets and pillows the two monkey kings could find. These two, no matter how much they craved for you still gave you this mercy. They wouldn’t force themselves onto you, even if they wouldn’t let you leave. You were trapped on the mountain with them, but they still loved you in a way that they would never make you do something like that against your will.

“Yeah. We can cuddle and talk. Talk about anything you want. We’re right here,” Wukong added with a chuckle, as he kissed your cheek again.

Did I stress enough how this would go? I think so. They love you and knowing your from another world would make them so some desperate measures. But those desperate measures have limits! Consent is highly important, so I wanted to stress that in this post. Since it’s the first one like it that I’ve got.

I’ma be honest with ya’ll I have had this post in my inbox and drafts for a while. I just haven’t finished it. But now it’s done. So I do hope for your feedback. I like these headcannon style posts. Have other questions send them my way. I may be slow, life may get in the way, or I might procrastinate. But- I don’t delete asks unless they actually make me uncomfortable so it’s mostly free game. Even if I am slow 😅

[xylianasblog]

A fragile hate

Pairings: AgedUp Neteyam x Fem Reader

Summary: Neteyam was never the same after his incident.

Warnings: MDNI, knife play, one sided pining?, a twisted type of attraction, mean Neteyam, sweet reader, jealousy, mentions of blood, marking, bruising, biting, bondage, abusive relationships

A/n: A big thanks to @quicktosimp for making this event! I absolutely like it and I’m super glad I’ve gotten the chance to try and further my writing with this event.

꒦꒷❀꒷꒦ ❀✿❀꒦꒷❀꒷꒦MDNI ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦❀✿❀ ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦

Neteyam and his family had returned back to their home after the war was over, after nearly dying it felt as if his brain chemistry was altered in the worst way possible. He detested spider, couldn’t stand the sight of him and any other human for that matter.

You were no different despite how you liked to think you were, Neteyam felt like you were beneath him. You were no better than the humans on earth despite having being born on Pandora. You were nothing special, nothing but a toy for him to use and take his anger out on despite your softer more frail body Neteyam enjoyed to leave marks, marks that took a long time to heal. You were his release when he felt overwhelmed with life and mostly his thoughts. On days the day of him nearly dying played over in his mind he’s used your body to his hearts content, and poor you. You were so utterly in love with the beautifully, damaged male that you didn’t mind the mistreatment, it brought you a sense of gratitude knowing that only you could satisfy whatever storm was brewing inside his head.

Most days Neteyam told himself he couldn’t stand the thought of you, let alone the sight of you. So why was he watching as you interacted happily with spider, your hands moving wildly as you spoke. He hated that smile on your face, he hated that you were smiling for someone else. In his mind you were his, not because he loved you. Far from that or maybe in some sick twisted way he did have feelings for you. However all he knew was that you were his and his alone to do whatever he pleased with. You shouldn’t be talking to anyone else for anything, at all. Only him.

Pushing himself off the tree Neteyam stalked over to you and spider, he knew you felt his presence without even needing to look up. He saw the way your body shuddered as you stood up straight now. His hand laying on the top of your head to appear as if it was a soft form of affection when in reality for Neteyam it wasn’t that at all, at least that’s what he told himself. He felt you lean more into his touch, his finger lifting to give you a gentle pat before moving down to caress the back of your neck. Neteyam couldn’t see the way you closed your eyes and but your lip basking in the rare soft touch he was offering.

He watched as spider began to squirm finding it obvious now that he understood Neteyam was claiming you as his. Neteyams stare on spider hardened before he tilted his head in another direction, spiders tense form relaxed and he made no noise to disagree, he simply turned to leave. Neteyam’s harsh glare now directed at your small frame still basking in this soft touch he felt his demeanor crack slightly before it hardened back up. Anger at you talking to spider now coursing through his veins.

He gave your neck a gentle tap before tugging slightly, pulling your small frame flush against his Neteyam let out a small huff. “Let’s go.”

Without much else to be said Neteyam led you away to the secluded area you were both familiar with. The lush green plants covered and hid this area away from prying eyes and open ears. Neteyam liked that here in this spot he could let himself go and unleash all his problems on your and your pretty little body. He let go of your neck and moves around to the duffel bag he kept his away, Neteyam knew better to leave things out especially with you and your curious mind around. He pulled a rope from the confinements of the bag along with his favorite knife, pushing the bag away he turned around to see you already undressed with your clothes nearly folded to the side.

His eyes racked over your body slowly, he felt his cock swell at the sight of your still bruised body, the dark purple marks of his hands that have touched you in every way imaginable. Neteyam stood to his full height as he stalked towards you slowly, taking his time to access your body more. His mind playing over ways he’d have your already slick pussy stretching around his length as he fucked into you roughly. He growled just as he stood behind you still dressed in his loincloth, his bulge pressing against the back of your head.

He stared down at you as you tilted your head to stare up at him, your raunch eyes held nothing but warmth for the cold male and despite his deep hated he pushed away just how pretty you looked staring up at him like that. His free hand wrapped round the front of your neck gently, his thumb grazing at your lip. He opened his mouth to let a trail of saliva drip from his tongue, your eyes widened as you opened your mouth to receive his spit as if it was the greatest gift he could offer you.

His gaze was hard as you began wiggling, he looked away lifting his hand that held his knife and the rope up, his eyes drifting back to you. “Hands up.” He ordered and without a second thought you lifted your hands, he began to tie your hands together, using his best knot he made sure the hood was tight and secure. He tugged you forward the closest tree with a low hanging branch. Throwing the other end of the rope over the tree branch he pulled the rope until your body was slightly suspended in the air, at the perfect position for him to have access to your pussy. Neteyams ears perked up at the sound of your quiet little gasp, he couldn’t see you but he knew that your face was flushed as you realized what was about to happen.

Neteyam walked around your suspended body watching the way you took ragged breathes, your body stretched out from hanging. He listened to the sound of your quiet moans as he dragged the length of his knife against your skin, letting the tip of blade lightly scratch you. He watches as your skin turned an angry red color, little droplets of blood began to seep through the tiny scratches, and he was pleased. Without warning he tranced the tip of the blade down the middle of your back, dragging it down over the curve of your ass and around the inside of your thigh gently.

Neteyam watched the way your body trembled from the pain as you tried to keep from squirming against the blade. He moved the blade closer to your slick cunt his eyes trained on your face to watch for any sudden reactions and movement. When he saw none he placed the cool metal of the blade against your swollen clit, listening as you moaned softly at the cold metal.

“You belong to me, don’t forget that.” Neteyam murmured loud enough for you to hear, it never amazed you how his thick navi accent blended sweetly with his English, it made goosebumps form on your skin.

Neteyam pulled the knife away from your slick pussy, replacing the cool metal with his hot throbbing length. His free hand wrapped around your waist as his hand with the knife moved to your neck where he pressed the tip of the knife against your vein. You held back a wince as the tip of the blade nicked at your skin.

He listened to your whimpers, the sound of your soft whines made his length throb as he pressed the tip of the blade deeper into your neck, his length grinding up against your drenched pussy before pressing itself between your folds. Neteyam groaned softly as he pushed into your slick cunt, he loved the way you instantly squeezed around him.

He began thrusting in and out slowly, forcing his entire length into you until he had completely bottomed out. Your head fell back against his shoulder as he began thrusting roughly, he let out a deep growl as he felt you tighten up as he dragged the blade of his knife down from your neck down the valley of your chest before circling around your left breast. the knife leaving angry puffed skin in its wake as he teased your nipple with the tip.

His mouth latched onto your bleeding neck lapping at the blood as he continued to fuck into you. Neteyam didn’t need to see you to know your eyes had rolled back and your lips were parted as you let out cries, the way your pussy was steadily fluttering around his length he knew he was fucking your tight pussy just the way you liked.

“Good girl, you always take me so good.” Neteyam whispered against your neck, nipping at your already bruised skin. He kissed and nipped at your skin smearing blood around the places he kissed before he bit down on your neck roughly.

His fangs sunk down into your skin, marking you up as his just as he empty his load into your needy pussy. A deep growled vibrated from his chest as he felt your cunt milking him for every last drop. His hips stuttered momentarily, and for a moment he was still, just as still as you were.

He pulled away completely taking the time to survey the damage done to your body and pride swelled up in his chest at his art work. You. You looked so pretty to him bruised and marked, and even though you didn’t come neteyam loved the fucked out expression on your face. He marveled at the sight of you before starting all over again.

tags: (let me know if you wish to be tagged.) @quicktosimp @eywaite @tallulah477

[shortpplfedup]

We Are Episodes 13-16: The gentlest of landings

As if I didn't love this show enough already, it gives me a 'Love Score' joke right at the end to seal the deal. I hope GMMTV directors continue to insert that song into every possible series until the end of time.

As the saying goes: the real We Are was the friends we (and they!) made along the way. Watching this gaggle of silly boys grow into a bigger gaggle of silly boys over the past 16 weeks was surprisingly satisfying and entirely enjoyable. The final four eps are really just a fluff victory lap, but it feels so sweet.

The pillars of the show for me right to the end were the platonic bonds within and amongst the friend group: Q and Peem's friendship, the core 5, Phum and Fang's brotherly relationship, the slow enmeshing of the disparate groups into a mammoth whole, and the way everybody silently agreed that Toey was theirs and spoiled him to death. Without the platonic love surrounding the romances, this show is cute enough but simply doesn't hold up.

Speaking of the romances, the only thing left to 'resolve' in these last eps, insofar as it required resolution, was the Chain/Pun romantic arc. This thing between them has been bubbling along in the background for the entire show, as Chain slowly got bolder and bolder about expressing his feelings, and Pun seemed more and more determined to never express his. Mans literally went 'I do not see it.' When Chain's frustrations finally boiled over and he just came out with it, Pun at least didn't let the shock hold him back. Nor the hooting, hollering onlookers🤣. And yunno what, I totally agree. These two waited long enough.

I was discussing with @ginnymoonbeam the real-time nostalgia feeling of this show, and this final block of eps really put an exclamation point on that with a lot of little vignettes and montages of the couples cementing their relationships emotionally and physically, and the whole gang just having a fucking blast travelling and hanging out together. It never really matters to them what they're doing, it could be absolutely nothing, as long as they're doing it together. You can see this footage playing on a mental loop for these boys ten, twenty, fifty years from now as they reminisce about these halcyon university days having a great time with their friends and their lovers.

To wrap up, I went on and on about enjoying how this show tackled courtship, so I wanted to categorise our couples on that along with my final couple scores!

Q and Toey (interrupted courtship): 3/4 hearts

Ah the second chance romance, truly an all-time classic trope. The key to this trope is always unpacking the feels about what happened before, what's happened since, and what's happening now, and I think the show made a decent fist of covering all three of those. Also, I gotta praise Satang here. Of all the actors, he was asked to play furthest away from himself, and he really finely balanced the Toey character I thought. This character is basically twelve types of aegyo in a sack and he made it cute rather than annoying, to the point where I totally understood why the rest of these boys were ready to do anything to see him happy.

Phum and Peem (long courtship: 3.5/4 hearts

Enemies to lovers, my old friend. The only couple without a history, who really had to get to know each other, and the continued contact their servant 'deal' drove gave them the opportunity to do just that. These two probably had the most satisfying traditional romance arc of the four couples, and I think Pond and Phuwin and the chemistry they've built worked great for these characters.

Tan and Fang (delayed courtship): 4/4 hearts

Phum and Peem might have been the most traditionally narratively satisfying, but Tan and Fang gave me the most emotional satisfaction of all the couples. They were the romantic heart of this show for me, and Tan especially held the centre, as the person who put his entire focus on loving out loud, giving his friends an example to look to. I've said it before but Tan telling his friends his and Fang's story is really the fulcrum this show rests on. Aou is the MVP of this show to me, for bringing this character to vivid, lovable life.

Pun and Chain (what is a 'courtship?'): 3/4 hearts

Absolutely totally unhinged. They'll probably get married the day after Chain's confession. It's the way everybody knew it but them. True idiot4idiot representation.

Farewell my good boys! I hope we get a reunion special!

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Currently Watching - June

aka The Masterlist

Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊

Regularly updated during the month, latest update 30.06.2024

A little link to my favorite bl-tropes-collection 💙

gif-requests are currently closed🌼

Here you can find all of my gifs.

At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in April with a MDL link and a link for a trailer (if avaible).

This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!

1. Blue Boys Part 2 🇰🇷 (1/4)

They are back and they made up 🥰 There is going to be a little bit drama, at least I hope just a little bit and not another break up or cheating -.- But they talked and I really liked it! And I loved that this stupid bitch got dumbed! Now I wait for the next parts.

2. Hidamari ga Kikoeru 🇯🇵 (1/12)

And with this first scene I fell in love. I was totally absorbed! And I got my giffing joy back. I don't know what happend, but I adore these two. And I can't wait to whitness their story to be told! Because they're in balance right now. One is loud and one is silent. One is hiding and one is seeking. And both are happy to see the other one happy.

3. His Man Season 3 🇰🇷 (4/?)

I love this format! I enjoyed the first two seasons to the max and the third one is something else too. There are so many different people with different personalities and thinkings. As always there is some kind of tension and love triangles, but there are some really wholesome moments too. I really hope people keep in mind that these people have their own feelings and not a script to act on.

4. My Love Mix-Up! 🇹🇭 (4/12)

I see so many posts from people not liking this one and I am sitting here enjoying this story. I don't compare it to anything. i just enjoy some awkward fluff. And I think the casting is quite good. I don't have the strongest feeling for the japanese original. I really enjoyed it and it is a great series, but I think the thai one is entertaining too and the chemistry between those two is still there.

5. My Stand-In 🇹🇭 (10/12)

I loved this scene! The way Ming caressed Joe and the way he fucked him, finally facing him. Thank you! Tong is a stupid shitface. He is such a bad fucker. I have some strong feelings here. And yes, I liked the progress of Ming's and Joe's relationship. I don't like the ending, but I liked seeing them happy together. Perhaps mostly because I want to see Joe happy. The ending was cruel and next week comes episode 11 so... yay...

6. Wandee Goodday 🇹🇭 (9/12)

Do I like it when they kiss? Hell yeah! Do I like the back and forth with the kisses? Hell no! At this point I don't know where they are going with the story. It is quite repetitive. Yak wants a kiss, Dee plays shy. Yak smiles and kisses him on the cheek and they live happily like boyfriends, but they aren't boyfriends, even though they both like each other! At least Yak finally understood his feelings. Now please let Dee work on his problems. There are three more episodes to go. Let them be happy and work on their problems together! It gets a little bit boring...

7. Word of Honor 🇨🇳 (20/36)

Those two flirt a lot and are a married couple. Everyone knows that. And I love and enjoy that! Overall this is such a fun watch and the different sects and intrigues are sometimes a little bit confusing, but interesting. I love this world of martial arts and I love how protective Wen Kexing is over Zhou Zishu. I haven't felt like watching this lately. I wasn't in the right mood.

Finished in June

Series

Taxi Driver 🇰🇷

I looooved the first episodes, when we got our weekly revenge stories. But around episode 12 there was so much going on with the police and the illegal organ-trafficing-ring and it got kind of boring. And yes, Kim Do-gi is some kind of super human. He can take punch after punch and still beat 30 men in a row. That is a little bit unrealistic, but it was fun watching him. I don't know if I'll watch season 2. Perhaps I start and watch the first episodes with joy before some big shit happens and it gets boring again... But overall still a 7,5 out of 10 for me.

25 Ju, Akasaka de 🇯🇵

They finally talked! Thank god! They finally spoke to each other! And now they are happy and Japan delivered, I must say. The misunderstanding trope was well done, but a little bit drawn out in the end. But I really liked this not so slow burning slow burn. The story was well rounded with the background story, the characters had depth and there was Nagumo Shoma in this soooo... I liked it. A good 9 out of 10 for me.

Cityboy_Log 🇰🇷

Volume 3 came to an end, I guess. I don't know when it will continue. I really hated this "season". It was confusing and the time jumps were disturbing and I really hated the character development. The lying and the cheating and the escalations and the make ups - they lost the characters and their growth on the way. It can be to be attracted to some one else, that is humane, but you don't have to act on it. This "season" really pissed me off. I am still mad! I won't rate it, jsut because the format is confusing for me 😂

Only Boo 🇹🇭

This was a dancy ride with the last part missing the beat. I loved the fluff and Moo was such a delightful character and Kang is such a sweetheart. I loved these two together! And I loved that Moo had to fight a little bit to get Kang. What I didn't like was the fact, that in the end it all felt too rushed and too easy? I like that they got together again and that Moo still could fullfill his dream, but it would be nice if we could have seen him starting a little revolution and the fans rooting for him and Kang and finally changing something. But that didn't happen. But over all this one was such a sweet wholesome watch! So in the end it is a 8,5 out of 10 for me.

Short Film

Movie

Double Mints 🇯🇵

Can I say I am a little bit disappointed? Don't get me wrong. This is a good movie, but it is always depicted as this fucked up, dark movie you should be warned to watch and named in one breath with Dangerous Dr*gs of S*x or The Shortest Distance Is Round. And yes, it is brutal and dark and their relationship is interesting but kind of messed up, but it did not meet my expectations. Nevertheless I really liked it and from all those dark movies and series I watched so far, this is one of the better ones. I really like the devotion and enjoyed watching the D/s relationship. The ending was very much fitting for this kind of movie and kind of romantic. Yes, this sounds fucked up, but I guess both of them were very much on the edge and this is the only solution for them to be together forever and become one again. They found each other and that is all they needed. Guess I liked this movie more than I first thought. So for me it gets a good 8,5 out of 10.

Dropped in June

Looking forward to in June

My Love Mix-Up - Trailer (June 7th)

Love Sea - Trailer (June 9th)

Aki wa Haru to Gohan wo Tabetai 2 Haime! (June 14th in cinemas)

SunsetxVibes - Pilot (June 15th)

His Man Season 3 (June 21st)

I Hear the Sunspot (June 26th)

The Rebound - Trailer (June 26th)

The Trainee - Trailer (June 30th)

Blue Boys Part 2 - Trailer (June 18th)

Born to be Y - Teaser (allegedly in June)

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𝓜𝔂 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 - 𝓛. 𝓗𝓮𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰

Pairing: heeseung + female reader!

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, cursing, crying, make up sex.

Genre: Ex’s to?

Summary: when you receive a text from your ex-boyfriend late at night, you can’t help but give into temptation and reply with hopes that you weren’t making a mistake.

Note: just a little something I wrote very quickly. I hope everyone will enjoy it. More works coming soon! Please reblog and leave feedback.

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"I miss you."

Those were the words that you read on your illuminated phone screen over and over, thinking it must have been a mistake that your ex was texting you that he missed you out of the blue.

It had been six months now, and you don't know why you even still had his number saved in your phone.

Well, a part of you knew.

Even after six months apart, you still cared for him. You still craved him. You still loved him.

It took weeks after the breakup for you to realize that it was going to take a long time to get over him.

You had your first everything with him, and when he said those dreadful words, "we should break up," you thought you must have been dreaming cause you couldn't believe it. You didn't want to believe it.

You didn’t know what to do.

After all the things you did together, all the time you spent, and all the love you shared or what you thought was love, it all went down the drain.

You didn't agree with his reasoning for wanting to break up, but you understood it, and maybe just a tiny part of you was grateful that he took that step cause you're sure you would have never broken up with him, not in a million years even though it wasn't a healthy relationship you knew that you'd never stop trying to make things work with him cause you truly loved him.

But hey, maybe he did you both a favor by ending it.

After all, there had been countless arguments, nights where neither of you spoke to one another and even went to bed angry.

And that was just the start.

When you two first got together, you were both convinced you'd last forever through everything, foolishly rushing into the relationship at full speed. You both loved hard, probably too hard for only being together for two months, but that's young love, right?

But along with that came so many trust issues. Though chemistry was there, nothing else was, and even though you both loved each other, you knew two months together wasn't long enough to build trust to build a foundation, and that's why everything fell apart.

Nearly everything about the relationship was toxic. He wouldn't allow you to talk to other guys. You wouldn't allow him to go out alone, and that only resulted in arguments that you wished you could erase from the file case that you stored in your brain.

And slowly but surely, after that, nothing was off limits. It got so bad that you'd check each other's phones to make sure neither of you were cheating and even go as far as to have your friends spy on each other.

Sometimes, you'd even spend the night so you could watch everything he did, or he'd take you out on countless dates just to make sure he knew what you were doing at all times.

So now, after reading that text repeatedly, you asked yourself over and over why you replied with "me too" instead of just blocking him then and there, but there was that part of you that still loved that man with your whole entire being and even as pathetic and desperate as it sounds it was true.

"Can I come over?"

He texted back immediately after you replied.

"Sure," you reply back, and your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. After six whole months of pining, you'd finally be able to see him.

Within fifteen minutes, he was knocking on your front door.

He looked as handsome as ever in his tan jeans and simple white shirt hiding beneath his leather jacket.

"Hi, y/n," he smiled softly at the sight of your beautiful face, and god, it's been too long since he last saw you. He couldn't wait another day. Even if he tried, if he didn't come over tonight, he was sure he would have gone insane.

"Hey," you breathed out, and that's all the time he gave you before he invited himself in and slammed your door shut behind him. His body moved on its own it was like you were a magnet sucking him in as he cupped your cheeks and kissed you with a burning passion.

His touch could always have you in complete shambles. You absolutely melted into him and immediately wrapped your arms around his waist. Without you even noticing, he messily kicked his shoes off and threw his jacket to the ground, all while keeping his lips glued to yours as if he pulled away. He wouldn't ever get a chance to kiss you ever again.

He easily backed you up against the couch. He didn't even need to open his eyes. He knew your apartment like the back of his hand. He remembers spending countless nights cuddled in your warm embrace while you stroked his hair and watched some random show you both happened to be into at the time.

He'd never forget those nights, not even in a million years, cause those were his absolute favorite, just you and him enjoying each other’s company.

He dropped his hands from your face and trailed them down your sides, gripping the hem of your shirt and breaking the kiss just long enough to take it off.

You gasped slightly at the cold air hitting your warm flesh, allowing him to stick his tongue inside your mouth even deeper, getting to taste every single last inch of you.

Like muscle memory, his warm fingertips skimmed over your lower back and easily unclipped your bra. He smiled into the kiss and pressed your body closer to his, humming in absolute delight while roaming every last inch of your body, touching you in the places he knew that would make you feel like your skin was on fire and make your heart skip a beat.

If it wasn't for lack of oxygen, he would have never pulled away. Unfortunately, he had to, but he didn't waste the opportunity to practically rip his shirt off and toss it on the ground. His dusty blonde hair stood messily atop his head as he leaned in yet again to get another taste of a little thing called you.

Hours, more like days. That's how long he could kiss you. Hell, he'd kiss you for six months straight just to make up for all the lost time. "God, I fucking missed you so damn much," he mumbles against your lips, his warm heavy breath fanning across your flushed cheeks.

You were already too far gone to even register that this probably wasn't the best idea, given both of your guys' history.

But you didn’t care. His scent was inviting, his touch was addictive, and his kisses were deadly.

"Me t-too," you moan quietly when he sucks the sensitive spot on your neck, knowing the exact reaction he'd get from you.

Your hands quickly found his belt buckle. You unfastened it at the speed of light and then made quick work of his button and zipper.

You stuck your hand down his underwear and palmed his erection. "Ah fuck” he moaned against the pulse point on your neck tracing his tongue over the hickey he had just created. "You always know how to make such a mess out of me," he whispered and blew cool air over your delicate skin.

To feel you so close again was literally a dream come true.

He was sure he'd never ever get used to the feeling of you. Every little thing you did felt like magic to him.

"I'm not much better off," you sighed in pleasure as he toyed with your plush breasts and rubbed his finger pads over your hard nipples.

"I’m glad to hear" he chuckles lowly and brushes your hair behind your ear, giving you one last butterfly-inducing kiss before slipping his large hands into the waist of your silk sleep shorts, tugging them down as the material hit the carpet softly.

You mimicked his actions and pulled his jeans down to his ankles so he could step out of them.

At this point, neither of you could be bothered with any further undressing. He looked deeply into your eyes and slowly laid you back on the sofa, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He pulled his fully hardened length out of the front of his boxers, and the sight alone was enough for you to clench around nothing.

A gush of arousal dripped from your hole, soiling your panties even more.

He rested his fist beside your head, his breath hitching when he saw the huge wet spot on your baby blue panties. He teasingly rubbed his wet tip over your damp panties. "so beautiful," his bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he tried to muffle the sinful noises that threatened to come out, but inevitably they were bound to come out, and it would definitely be sooner than later.

You blushed from hearing him complement you after so long

Your hands roamed his toned chest and found their home on his broad shoulders. Your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. Just feeling him through the thin material of your underwear was enough to make you feel dizzy. Your mind was full of nothing but him and how good he was making you feel. "Hee," you moaned, the nickname you gave him a few weeks after you both started dating. His heartbeat definitely increased after hearing you say that after so long.

"Yeah, baby, I'm right here," he whispers softly on your lips, now slowly grinding into you while adding to the number of kisses you had shared.

To hear him call you baby after being apart for six months made you feel like he was still yours and you were still his it felt like those unforgettable nights when watching your favorite show would always end up with you two having slow passionate sex on the couch.

Those were always the best nights.

He brushed his nose against yours, nudging you softly and burrowing his head into the crook of your neck.

"I can't wait any longer," you admit with a heavy breath as you run your fingers through his soft hair.

"Me neither," he propped himself up, swiftly moving your underwear to the side, allowing him easy access to indulge in you.

He quickly gathered up your wetness and coated his cock in your slick. You felt him slowly press his tip inside you stretching your tight opening with the help of your natural lubricant.

You both sighed in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut at the same time as the familiar feeling washed over you both.

He couldn't control the erotic sounds he made each time you tightened around him as you were still getting used to him again and adjusting to his size. "You always feel so good, baby" he carefully lowered his weight on you, pressing feather-light kisses all the way from your chest to your beautiful plump lips that still tingled from all the kisses he gave you.

Your hands ran along his back, gently scratching the skin and bringing him closer as you started to get more and more comfortable.

He took note of this instantly and created a slow, steady rhythm rolling his skillful hips to stroke inside of you. "Oh god," you whimper at the sheer fullness once he bottomed out. This was one of the many things you loved about him. He never left one inch of your body unsatisfied when he was with you. "Hee, please go faster" you didn't need to tell him twice.

He hoisted your legs on his shoulders, picking up the pace of his hips as he cupped your face looking you dead in the eyes while his tip repeatedly hit the deepest part inside of you. "I missed us together," he admits in the vulnerable moment, eyes full of nothing but sincerity and love.

Instead of responding with words, you bring his face closer, reassuring him that you feel the same way by kissing him with every ounce of love you have in your body.

You smile into the kiss, but your face quickly morphs into one of pleasure when he sneaks his hand in between your bodies to rub your clit just the way he knows you like. "Right there" your hands flew to his hair, tugging harshly as you tried to ground yourself from the overwhelming pleasure. It's been so long since you felt like this. The last time you felt this good was one week before your breakup.

"I know, baby. I bet that feels good, doesn't it?" You didn't even have to say anything for him to know the answer. You were squeezing around him so tight he could have cum right then and there, but he was holding off cause he wanted to cum with you. That's how he always did it.

"So good, h-hee" you had trouble catching your breath. Your whole body was shaking from the intensity of your impending orgasm. "I'm close," you whisper.

"Me too," he grunted and leaned back, squeezing your breast with his left hand while playing with your clit, adding an unfathomable about of pleasure to the mix. "feels so fucking good, baby," the feeling of your panties brushing against his cock was bringing him more pleasure than he'd ever like to admit.

When he looked at where your bodies met, he couldn't help but groan at the sight. He fought to keep his eyes from rolling back so he didn't miss a second of his cock sliding in and out of you. The front of his boxers were completely ruined from your arousal, just like your panties. Strings of wetness connected your lower halves together with every thrust. It kept getting wetter and messier, but that's just how he liked it, and so did you.

He pressed you further into the cushions creating an animalistic pace as you were now nearly bent in half while his tip hit your cervix with each roll of his hips. "Just like that, hee, keep going" your hands were now flat on his chest, nails digging into his pecs as he made you see nothing but stars.

"I'm gonna cum” you breathed out when you felt your high approaching much faster than you ever felt before.

"That's right, give it all to me, baby, don't you hold back" he started rubbing fast random patterns on your clit, tipping you over the edge in just seconds. The tight grip and rhythmic pulsating of your cunt triggered his orgasm right on time with yours. "I'm cumming” he moaned while leaning down and connecting your lips once more while he stilled inside you, his seed staining every crevice of your walls.

He was panting heavily while your tongues messily tangled around each other, teeth clashing every now and then as he slowly guided you both through your highs, rocking his hips softly while you both struggled to catch your breaths.

He rested his head on your chest, still panting softly while he listened to your heart rate returning back to normal.

After a few moments of silence, he gently pulled out of you, both of you wincing with slight sensitivity while you readjust your undergarments. "That was so amazing" he propped himself up once again, looking down on you with a fond smile that you missed cause you were too caught up in your own thoughts. "Wasn't it?" He asked, looking to you for reassurance while peppering your face with kisses.

"With you, it always is" you smiled with that same look in your eyes as when you told him you loved him for the first time and he knew he could never let you go ever again.

Just that look made his stomach churn it reminded him of what it was like when you were both together, and all the feelings of why things ended flooded his system.

All the doubt came back instantly and hit him like a truck.

Before his negative thoughts swallowed him whole, he suppressed those feelings and reached for the small blanket on your couch covering you both.

"Hey? What's wrong?" You asked after moments of him blankly staring at you.

You cupped his face, and he smiled sadly. "I'm sorry for breaking up with you an-" he quickly buried his head in the crook of your neck to hide his tears.

You immediately wrapped your arms around him to comfort him.

"I should have never left you. I should have talked to you first, but I left like an idiot.” He cried and nuzzled his face closer to you. "and I know you probably hate me, but I want you back," he to a sharp breath. "I want you back so bad I miss you so much."

"hee…" you rubbed his back. "I could never hate you," you whispered. "look at me," you cupped his face once again, looking directly into his eyes. "I love you, okay?" you wiped his tears with your thumbs, and he nodded his head, sniffling slightly. "I missed you so much, too, and I'd try a million times with you 'cause you're my everything."

"Really?" he said sadly while looking at you with puppy eyes and a smile that he couldn't hide even if he tried to.

You returned his smile, wrapping your warm arms around him comfortingly.

"so does that mean you'll take me back?" he says, feeling hopeful.

"yes, dummy, let's just try not to fuck it up this time." You say while smiling.

"Don't worry. We won't i swear i’ll listen to you. I won't look through your phone, and you can have as many guy friends as you want," he began rambling. "well, maybe keep that to a minimum of three, but I promise not to make you sad, and I will-" you cut him off with a kiss, and he just smiled at you. "what was that for?"

"cause I love you," you smiled, and he leaned down, mimicking your actions and kissing you back.

"I love you too." he hugged you close to his chest.

There was still a lot that needed to be worked out and talked about, but for right now, you just wanted to enjoy this moment with him, and you knew that no matter what the future held, he’d never give up on you, and you'd never give up on him, cause he was your everything.

FIN

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Your Gilmore Girl here. I'm sorry but Olive is making me laugh. I'm not sure if you know but LP and LG didn't really like each other in RL. But never ever did it affect their on-screen chemistry. Even when they were with other people, you could tell the pull they had to each other. Like that scene when Lorelie tells Luke not to be jealous of the date, I don't have a lot of people, but you are a main. Its what made it painful watching her marry Christopher because she absolutely did not sell that at all.

Again SM wasn't a thing like now but they never shaded each other. Not even going into the reboot. They understood the assignment. I can not imagine LG like pro Christopher art.

I think some BT shippers are baby shippers and really do not get what Oliver is doing and that makes me laugh a little.

Hi darling! Honestly, yeah, you can not get along all that great with your costar and still sell the relationship. It happened with castle too, like, it happens. But you have to be able to sell the relationship on screen for this to be worth it and they are not selling it. After 805 I don't know why Tommy likes Buck or if Buck likes Tommy at all. It lacks that pull, and I feel like it's exacerbated by the fact that they don't seem to like each other all that much irl and Lou is not a great actor. But Oliver going around is kinda ridiculously funny. Even more after Ryan going around sharing buddie costumes.