#i was making more but the time is getting closer so.... i'll make them on sunday i guess..........

[thefrogman]

So... I'm the porn photography nerd guy now.

And a lot of people are happy to hear I am not dead.

I have not stopped posting in over a decade, but I sort of retired from the viral comedy I used to make, so I guess it makes sense that people haven't seen me around as much.

My personal tumblr is @sirfrogsworth where I post more frequently. And I have a photography Instagram here. But I promise I am still alive.

ANYWAY...

This post has made me think deeply about porn lighting.

And I thought even deeply-er about how I would actually light a porn.

I think it would be an interesting challenge but the one time I took a topless photo I was uncomfortable the entire time. I suppose that is something I'd have to get used to with experience, but I'm generally more interested in other types of photography.

But light is light, and I am always happy to help people get better results. I've even thought about starting a consulting business where I help people pick out lighting and gear and advise them how best to use it for their circumstances. I think there are a lot of small creators who could seriously up their production value with a small investment and some knowledge. YouTubers, streamers, and OF models who want an edge.

I'll try to give some general advice in this post. But if anyone is interested in a more specific solution, feel free to message me.

This post is about lighting entire bodies.

Quick review...

Large light source = soft light.

Small light source = hard light.

You can make a light larger by moving it closer, adding a modifier (softbox/umbrella), or bouncing it off a surface.

You make the light smaller by moving it farther away, adding a reflector, a grid, or a snoot.

Most lighting is designed for faces and maybe torsos. But when you need to light entire people, you are going to need more than a ring light. Ideally, you are going to want a light source at least as big as what you want to light. You'll notice a ring light is a little bigger than a face. A beauty dish covers head and shoulders. An octobox is roughly the size of a torso. After that, modifiers can get large and unwieldy, so you may have to think about bouncing light off walls and ceilings.

I was going to show some examples, but then I realized Tumblr would give me the naughty tag for this post. So I'll try to be creative about keeping this safe for work.

First, let's quickly expand on why ring lights are not ideal for photos and videos of entire bodies that are... comingling.

Ring lights are not bad. They were just designed to do something very specific. In the beginning, they were actually used by dentists to help photograph teeth without any shadows obstructing the view.

The magic of a ring light is shining light from all directions from the camera's POV in order to get a shadowless effect. You also get circle catchlights in the eyes which some people enjoy.

In order for this to work, the camera needs to be in the hole, and the light needs to be close enough to be directional.

The inverse square law says that when you move a light farther away, all of the photons start to spread out. Imagine a donut expanding inward. Eventually the hole in the middle closes up. It becomes no different than any other light at that distance. And since it has that hole in the middle, there is less surface area casting light.

Depending on the size of the ring light, you're only going to get those special, shadowless lighting properties for a head and chest photo. You might be able to get the boobies within the effect if you have a larger ring light, but it is mostly meant for faces.

Just to compare...

Ring light on the face, close up, with camera in the hole...

Ring light far away, off to the side, camera not in the hole...

You can see her. She is lit. But that ring light "magic" is no longer happening.

It's less flattering.

"Flattering" in the photography world just means that detail and textures are going to be less prominent. Flattering light is not inherently good or bad. If you want to show off a cool pattern or texture, or even a grizzled old man's face, you might actually want a hard light look. Hard light can also be very dramatic and boost contrast, but you may need heavy makeup or flawless skin (or just retouch it afterwards).

Small, hard light causes dark, crisp shadows. Think about what a wrinkle is. A fold in your skin causing a shadow. Think about what a pore is. A pit in your skin causing a shadow. The darker these shadows, the more apparent they are in the photo.

You can even enhance this effect by using "raking" light. Which is just hard light at a steep angle.

If you imagine this was a face or acne scarring or cellulite or a throbbing, veiny bicep, this might look rather unflattering.

Raking light is still useful in a lot of applications. Art conservators use raking light to analyze brush strokes on paintings.

So all types of light can be used for something cool, but unflattering light usually isn't ideal for skin without expertise on how to leverage it.

The good news... if you use your ring light straight on, even from a distance, you can minimize the crisp, hard shadows in places you don't want them. The more raking or off-axis the light, the more flaws will be exaggerated.

You can also attach a cheap shoot-through umbrella to enlarge the light source and soften it.

The bad news... small far away lights increase specular reflections. If you have shiny skin, this may cause big spots of glare. It can also reflect harshly off moisture. And if you are hot and sweaty... for reasons... you might end up looking a little rough.

John Mulaney discovered this when he gave an outdoor speech in front of a distant spotlight.

People thought he was back on drugs.

Nope!

It was just a warm night and hard light reflects sweat and moisture very intensely.

The next day under soft studio lights, he either sobered up overnight...

Or people sometimes fail to realize just how much lighting can affect one's appearance. (This was during a rehearsal so he wasn't even wearing makeup yet.)

Soft light is flattering because it reduces and fills in shadows and evens out specular highlights.

Many people think diffused light is soft light. But any large light source will produce soft light. Diffusion is just a tool to help create a larger light source.

But if you put diffusion on a tiny light...

It ain't going to be soft.

People also assume that soft, flattering light is "better" and that isn't always the case. Sometimes soft light is kinda boring.

The hard light photo is much more interesting and dramatic, but you can already see how much shinier her forehead is. If her photo was taken with hard light directly after... sweaty activities... it would probably not be as appealing.

And that is why most pornography is blasted with soft light.

If you actually ignore the porn and pay attention to the quality of the lighting, it is usually pretty boring and flat. But it is very soft and very shadowless.

I call this "sitcom lighting."

Light is blasted everywhere from all directions. Sitcoms did this because they needed every place on the set to have adequate lighting for every camera position.

I suspect porn adopted sitcom lighting for two reasons.

1.) Porn directors want you to be able to see *everything* very clearly no matter what angle they point the camera. No body part is to be mired in shadow.

2.) If you blast light from every direction, you get a super ring light effect where all shadows are minimal. So wrinkles, pores, veins, sweat, moisture are all reduced. It's super flattering but a little dull.

This is accomplished in a few ways.

Have you ever noticed a lot of higher budget porn videos take place in nice rented houses with a ton of windows?

Ted Cruz knows what I'm talking about.

That's because all of that window lighting is essentially one big light source.

Imagine those windows as softboxes. You are just filling the room with soft sunlight. But if you actually go outside, the sun becomes a small light source with harsh shadows. You need the windows to "modify" the light and make it large and homogenous.

So if you have access to a space with a lot of windows and you don't mind being naked in front of them, you're all set to porn.

The next technique is to just use huge softboxes and umbrellas all around the room.

This is my 7 foot umbrella that I got for under a hundred bucks.

I mainly use it for outdoor lighting.

But, I mean... it'd be great for other stuff too.

And then there is bouncing light. This is how you get truly huge light sources. You can shoot lights into walls or up into the ceiling. This is especially good for videos in bed.

You can combine window lights, giant umbrellas, and bounce lights if you want.

I was watching a Gerald Undone video where he toured the Gamers Nexus studio. Steve clearly didn't know anything about lighting. And so he just put lights EVERYWHERE from every direction.

He accidentally porn lit his studio.

One difference you might notice between Steve and the young woman who is innocently talking on the phone and definitely not about to have sex with her stepbrother...

She seems a little more... smooth.

A little less... 4K.

Enter soft focus filters!

Soft focus is sometimes called the Vaseline effect or the Barbara Walters effect.

This is a filter you can put on your lens to knock the detail back a bit. It keeps everything in focus, but smooths out the edges a bit.

An optical Facetune, if you will.

It tends to look a little more organic and authentic than digital smoothing. But you have to pick the right strength or you will end up making everyone seem like they are glowing like Barbara.

If I am being honest, I don't really like standard porn lighting. But it is hard to suggest something better. Video is just difficult to light artistically without a budget and a lighting expert. When you look at how movies are lit behind the scenes, you can see how complicated it can get.

So I'm afraid I can't give specific advice on how to artistically light porn. It depends on the room and the vibe and what gear you have to work with.

The best I can do is to advise you to get a very large light source as your main light. If you don't have a large white wall or ceiling, you'll want a 7 foot umbrella or the biggest softbox you can afford. And then I would add backlighting. I think that is the element a lot of porn is missing. Shining light from behind and creating nice highlights can really elevate things. You can even make the lights part of the video.

Erotic still photography is a little easier to pull off without much experience.

There are two popular forms of boudoir photography.

There is dramatic side lighting as you can see with this pussy.

And there is more environmental erotica where you decorate a room like a theater set or find a fancy hotel.

So you can make the lighting cool or the environment cool. Or both.

But if you don't have good lighting and you don't have a cool environment, there is one more aspect that can improve your nudes.

Angles and posing.

I'm afraid this is a concept lost on a lot of straight men—as demonstrated by Reece in this dick pic parody.

Finding good angles and choosing good poses can often overcome bad lighting. The easiest thing to do is copy someone else. Find a pose you like and try to recreate it.

And learn how to take pictures without holding your phone. Get a tripod or a phone stand. There are very few sexy poses you can accomplish when you are tethered to your phone. And if you move the phone a little farther away, you can avoid distortion as well.

And now for my most important advice...

NO MACRO PHOTOS OF YOUR JUNK.

If a doctor could diagnose a medical condition, it's too close.

Most people enjoy seeing nude photos in the context of your entire... you. Your eyes, your smile, your belly, and your various private areas.

Unless the intended audience is specifically into detached, close up photos of your bits and holes, it is usually best to keep things zoomed out. Communicate and verify before shoving a camera between your legs.

I'm just saying, when I can see past someone's asterisk directly into their colon... my light gets soft.

None of this answers the question... how would I light porn?

I'd probably delve into experimental lighting. There is this lighting technique where you put a black background directly behind your subject and block the light so it can only peek around the sides. It creates this perfect outline of whatever you are photographing.

This is my pocket knife sitting on top of a light.

And then in post processing, you just expand the black to the edges of the frame.

I want to try and upscale this effect to work on humans.

Okay, that's a lie.

I mostly want to try it on fuzzy cats.

But naked humans might also look cool.

And I'm just imagining if I were to make a video of two people... wrestling... it would look like two human shaped outlines were merging and separating in all kinds of interesting ways.

So the people would just kinda look like this, but it would be an in-camera effect.

I dunno, I think that would be cool.

If you want to learn more about light...

This is a really cool post I wrote about the Inverse Square Law. I know it sounds mathmatical and complicated, but I promise it is not. And it will help you improvise lighting solutions with a lot less trial and error.

In this post I explain more about hard and soft light. I also go more in depth about ring lights and what to do if you already bought one.

And in this post I recommend pro lights as well as budget lights and even some DIY lighting solutions.

In that post I link to a big round streamer light, but it is for the white version, which is not in stock yet. The black version is available right now.

I hope some of this was enlightening.

Go forth and porn.

Ironically, hard light is bad for recording sexy time.

It will highlight every pore, every vein, every wrinkle on your nutsack.

One day I will end this ring light fad. It is my ultimate side quest.

[sabrina-senpai]

Let's go with steamy headcannons for the demons shall we? Manager reader (no specified gender)🧍‍♀️🙌

Saja boys x gn!manager reader

Character/s: Jinu, Romance, Abby, Baby & Mystery

Character pairings: Jinu/you, Romance/you, Abby/you, Baby/you & Mystery/you

A/N: I wrote this purely out of boredom so don't come after me thanks 🥱🫰

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Jinu

• his gaze alone makes you shiver, it's dark, it's hot and it's unfiltered. Scary sometimes, glowing eyes observing you from what feels like everywhere all at the same time.

• He doesn't flirt, not directly anyway. He hunts- and you're his chosen prey. And he watches, even when you don't think he does. He watches everything with a sly smirk.

• He'd deliberately bump into you on set just to watch you flinch under his gaze. Lifting your chin up with his slender fingers making you stare at his mesmerizing eyes..

• Whispering things into your ear at completely random times just to watch your throat gulp down his words, making his absolute goal to have you shivering and completely under his mercy.

"You look at me like you're trying to decipher me, I can help with that..all you have to do, is say please"

• When you fix his mic pack backstage, your gaze and in turn your touch, lingers. And he noticed, of course he did..

"Don't start now angel, otherwise no one will be able to stop us."

• When helping around set, he walks up to you from behind, an arm wrapping around your waist as he hums "Your Idol" on the crook of your neck, whispering the line "I'll be your idol" like it's a declaration.

• ...yeah I don't know how you survived either

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Romance

• relentless, would not stop at a small reaction

• He wanted you to squirm, to feel so seen that every small action of yours would cause a reaction out of him

"you're so cute, ma..na..ger..-nim!"

• When you hand them their water bottles, he doesn't take his from your hand.

• He would instead place both hands around yours, cupping both your hand and the bottle, and lifting it all the way up to his mouth. Gulping it down like a parched man in the desert all while maintaining heavy eye contact with you.

• And to mess with you even more, he'd inch his face closer to yours, noses touching at some point.

• He'd lift your hand up, to wipe his jaw from the spilled water

"Ahhh kamsamnida~ I was so thirsty dear manager"

• He doesn't break eye contact as he kisses your palm before jogging to go back on stage.

• But of course, it wouldn't be romantic of him not to blow you, what feels like a very sensual, kiss! Followed by a teasing wink.

• You may or may not have collapsed under your knees

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Abby

• He's the type to flex when you’re mad, lean extra close when you're frustrated, and weaponize his body like it’s second nature.

• Because for him, it is.

• you walk in l, clipboard in hand only to drop it when you bump into.. abs.?

• you've learned not to question the peculiar idols anymore but before you could walk off, he holds you in place and keeps you trapped in his arms, squeezing ever so slightly to flex.

• and when you ask why his shirt is off

"It's humid in here" the AC is blasting..the staff are freezing

"well I have body heat, and I don't mind sharing if it's with you.."

• proceeds to flex like it's part of his job description to be fair it kinda is..

"like what you see? c'mon manager-nim I know you like it"

• Whenever you carry something remotely heavy looking, he's already by your side, grabbing at whatever despite your protests.

• "you really shouldn't carry heavy things like this manager.. don't worry, you'll have better use for your hands later"

• kisses your hand while maintaining eye contact and a growing smirk

• He walks off with a wink and a flex, the cocky smirk never leaving his face

• you definitely locked yourself in the bathroom or in the closet to avoid him a few times before..

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Baby

• He doesn’t tease loudly.

• He knows exactly how to get under your skin without lifting a finger.

• will absolutely grab your water bottle mid sip and take a long messy sip as well, handing it back to you with his famous baby like smile but a devilish glint in his eyes

His entire shtick is acting like he’s innocent while utterly destroying your composure in five seconds flat.

"what? I was thirsty" before walking away like it was a normal day at work

• would 100% open a lollipop he doesn't like, stick it in his mouth and take it out just to squeeze open your mouth and plop it in, already moving to grab a flavor he actually likes

"ah much better, right manager-nim?"

• Would go up behind you and cling to you like a cat, nuzzling every so often into your neck as you try to focus on work

• you pretended to be busy everytime they come back (back)stage

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Mystery

• He's an enigma

• He likes to randomly get behind you, breathing down your neck, sniffing you as if wanting to inhale- ravish every part of you.

• He doesn't speak no, but just the pace of his breath beating against the surface of your neck you can tell. He wants you. He wants to devour you, keep you all for himself. Like a dragon hoarding his treasure, and you are his.

• Would take any chance he could to wrap his arms around your waist just to feel your breath hitch and your body shiver.

• He would lick long wet stripes from your neck to the bottom of your ear, and when he's feeling extra possessive? He'd bite you, a nibble really.

Even as a human his canines remain sharp, sharper than most at least.

His bites rarely left a mark, because it's not his intention. But he could if he wanted to. He just wanted to make sure you know, that you're his, and him, yours

• you make sure to carry extra bandaids and restocked your concealer in case he did..

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A/N: can you tell i gave up on Baby's and Abby's parts?

Note: I might edit this even after posting so uh yeah

[chefs-other-corner]

Sick Days |Zoey|

☆Paring: Rumi x Zoey x Mira

☆Tags: SIck Fic, fluff, a pinch of angst, a dash of hurt/comfort, and just a shit ton of domestic fluff

☆Sum Sum: Zoey Gets sick this time, her girlys take care of her   ☆Word count: 714

☆Note: This was BASED AND FULLY INSPIRDE BY THIS POST, The one behind it is called fishsticks231 uhhh idk how to add it so I'll just (bloop) Here it isss ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

Zoey had a system. Step 1: Pedialyte. Step 2: Saltines. Step 3: Vomit in private. Step 4: Bathtub nest. This wasn’t her first rodeo with bad street dumplings. It wouldn’t be her last.

She hated getting sick. Not in the “ugh, this sucks” way—but in the deep, gnawing, makes-her-feel-like-a-burden kind of way. Mira and Rumi didn’t deserve to deal with her like this. So she did what she always did when her stomach turned against her: she locked herself in the bathroom with a pack of granola bars, her water bottle, and every blanket she could steal from the linen closet.

That was around noon.

It was nearly 6pm when Rumi came home, pushing the door open with her shoulder, arms full of plastic bags from the pharmacy.

“Z?” she called. “Got the stomach meds. And the fancy crackers you like.”

No answer.

The light was on in the bathroom.

She walked in—and froze.

Zoey was curled up in the actual bathtub. Blankets, two pillows, a half-empty bottle of Pedialyte cradled against her chest like a baby. Face pale, lips dry, sweat sticking to her hairline. Fast asleep. She looked… wilted.

“Oh my god,” Rumi muttered.

She dropped the bag and stepped closer. “Zoey?” She reached out, touched her arm.

Zoey stirred weakly. “Mmph… I’m good,” she croaked.

“No, you’re not.” Rumi didn’t waste time arguing. She leaned down, scooped Zoey up bridal-style, and carried her out like a princess in crisis.

“Put me back,” Zoey mumbled, already burrowing into Rumi’s shoulder. “I had a system…”

“Your system sucks.”

By the time Mira got home, Zoey was tucked into bed, face flushed and furrowed in half-sleep. Rumi was perched on the edge with a cold rag in her hand.

“She was in the tub,” Rumi told her. “With pillows.”

Mira sighed like she expected nothing less. “Food poisoning again?”

“Street dumplings.”

“Jesus Christ.”

Zoey stirred, eyes slitting open. “Sorry,” she rasped.

“Don’t be,” Mira said immediately, crossing the room and setting down a tray with soup and toast. “You’re sick. You don’t need to apologize for needing things.”

“But I feel bad…” Zoey mumbled. “You guys are busy, and I—I hate when people have to do stuff for me.”

“You’re not ‘stuff,’ Zoey.” Rumi reached out, brushing sweaty hair from her forehead. “You’re our person. That’s different.”

Zoey didn’t say anything. But she looked away, quiet in that way she always got when her guilt was louder than her stomach.

It took both of them to lure her out again later when the nausea eased. Mira crouched in the doorway with a bowl of chicken noodle soup and said, very seriously, “Zoey. I will slide this under the door like a can of tuna. Don’t make me do it.”

Zoey opened the door five minutes later, still swaying.

“I brushed my teeth,” she announced. “And I gargled. I didn’t want to smell like barf.”

“Great,” Mira said. “Now you’re going to shower.”

“I already wiped down with a wet rag…”

“Shower.”

Eventually, Zoey was clean, redressed in Mira’s oversized hoodie, hair damp, breath minty. Mira brought her back to bed while Rumi went to reheat her soup. She still looked fragile—like one more wrong move would break her.

“Sit,” Mira said gently, guiding her down. Then she knelt behind her and picked up a brush.

Zoey stiffened. “You don’t have to—”

“Zoey.”

Her mouth shut.

The brush ran through her tangles slow and smooth, no tugging, no rush. Mira had always been careful with her like this—especially when Zoey was too tired to pretend she didn’t need it.

Eventually, Zoey relaxed. Her head tilted back slightly, her shoulders sank.

“You’re not too much,” Mira said quietly, still brushing. “You never are.”

Zoey didn’t respond. She just blinked slow, eyes falling shut, until her breathing evened out. Mira kept brushing long after Zoey was asleep, her fingers light in the hair she once dyed bubblegum pink just for a concert.

Rumi came back in and smiled when she saw them.

“She’s out?”

Mira nodded.

“She didn’t finish the soup.”

“She will in the morning.”

They climbed in beside her, one on each side, tucking Zoey between them like the most precious, pitiful stray cat who forgot how to ask for help—but still deserved it anyway.

Part one Part Three

[dxmurewrites]

So Sweet

fluffy lil one shot

pairing: Paddy Mayne x Nurse!Reader

summary: Having found out it was Paddy's birthday, you took it upon yourself to get him a gift.

unedited

warnings: language, mentions of war, blood, medical language, mutual name calling, mutual attraction, fluffiness, kissing and mentions of alcohol.

let me know what you think!

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"What have ye got there?"

"A sweet," you answer with a mouthful, holding up a small packet in your hand as you lay on your trundle, the other hand behind your head. "Want one?"

Paddy stands with his hands on his hips, looking down at you with an eyebrow raised. The past couple of days had been quiet, the only injuries needing assessed being various sand sores and blistered skin.

"A sweet," he repeats, continue to stare with an amused expression. Paddy steps closer, smacking your foot gently, urging you to move over so he could sit down.

You do so, letting the man sit by your feet. He picks up your sock covered feet, resting them against his thighs as one of his hands rest on your calf. "And where did ye get those?"

"From the market," You grin, watching as Paddy's eyebrows furrow. He was almost always your escort when walking in the city, and he didn't remember waiting for you in any stalls. "That little shop that had the dog outside."

Paddy tries thinking back to your last trip in town, still not remembering any stops for sweets.

Upon seeing your grin, his smile closes, eyes narrowing as he begins massaging your leg. "I remember ye asking to stop there, but we didn't have time," He huffs out, hand sliding up and down your leg under your baggy pants in a gentle caress. "Ye went back?"

"Mm hm," your smile doesn't leave, seeing the Irishman confused. "When you and the boys were dealing with those American lads, I stepped out."

"By yourself." There it is.

"No, I had Withers," You quip back, chuckling loudly as Paddy gives you a pointed look. The two of you then look down, seeing the dog sleeping by your desk. "Best guard dog there is."

Paddy says your name lowly, almost in a warning. He still had a playful tone to him, and you knew he wasn't completely mad.

Truthfully you hadn't been completely far away, but he still didn't like the idea of you not being within arms reach.

You shrug, holding out the packet of sweets. "I'll let you have one if you don't get mad at me," you shake the packet for extra effect. "You can have the orange ones though, the pink and purple ones are mine."

He takes the packet from you, keeping eye contact as he takes a purple one anyway. Paddy grins, plopping the sweet into his mouth, going as far as to make little noises as he does so.

"Bastard." You nudge him with your foot, and he chuckles, reaching for another. He holds a pink one between his finger, looking it over before holding it out to you.

He holds the treat near your lips, and you reach out, taking it in your mouth gently. It was a sweet, almost intimate gesture, and the two of you smile at each other.

"You being all sweet on me because you're heading out tomorrow?" You ask, chewing on the lollie, deciding you may as well bring up the inevitable conversation.

Paddy and a few more of his men were leaving in the morning for a mission, somewhere you weren't allowed to follow. He would be back, he always came back, but that didn't stop you from worrying about the Irishman and your boys.

"I'm always sweet on ye," He reminds you, turning his head to look down at where you lay comfortably. His eyes follow every little move you make, memorising ever detail. "Just making sure ye don't forget it." You scoff playfully, nudging him again with your leg. "I'd never."

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence, sharing your packet of sweets. It was rare that you were given moments like this, and it pained you knowing it was only because the others were busy preparing for tomorrows mission.

"You'll be alright 'ere," Paddy mutters, just loud enough for you to hear. He sighs to himself, almost as if convincing himself that this camp was the safest place for you to be (as much as he'd prefer you be home, completely out of the country). "Only problem you'll have is missing me."

"Oh you are just so sure of yourself Robert Mayne," You scoff again, giggling as Paddy's nose scrunches upon hearing his real name on your lips. "'Course I'll miss you, got no one else here to annoy when you're gone."

"You?" He points at you with his ring finger before scratching at his chin. "Not sure if annoying is the right word, irritatin' maybe." Your mouth opens in mock shock, a fake gasp leaving your lips as Paddy grins from ear to ear.

God, you loved him.

And with the way he beamed at you, massaging at your legs as you lay on your cot, you knew he loved you too.

Even if the two of you had unconventional ways of showing it.

"Wait," You immediately sit up in your bed, pulling your legs off of Paddy's thighs. "Will you be back by next Friday?"

He shakes his head, a small frown at the question. "Following Tuesday they gather, why you thinkin' of Friday?"

"Your birthday," a grin graces your cheeks once again at the groan that leaves Paddy's mouth. "You think I'd forget?" "I want to know which bastard told ye," Truthfully, all you had done was read Paddy's medical file, as you did for everyone who graced your makeshift infirmary.

It passed the time, giving you little background information on the various soldiers who sort your help. "Ye don't have to worry 'bout that."

"Pfft, it's your birthday love," Paddy watches as you get up from your cot, brushing off any powdered sugar from your uniform from your shared sweets. "Gives me something to look forward too."

Your lieutenant continues watching you, eyes filled with humour and light as your bounce from box to box in the tent. He smiled as he saw your tongue poke out, clearly in deep thought as you look for something.

Withers watches from his little makeshift bed, the small dog sighing as he rolls over, continuing to snooze away the day.

"What're y-" "Shh, patience Paddy," you quip, bending down to open another box hiding under your work bench. "I knew I put it somewhere in here, ah! Here, thank god."

You turn around, seeing Paddy sprawled out on your cot, legs comfortably apart as he holds your pillow in his hands, resting against his stomach. "What ye got there?"

"Close your eyes."

"Ye gonna shoot me?" He asks quickly, but closes his eyes regardless.

Your eyes widen at his jest. "Jesus Christ Paddy," shaking your head, you continue walking forward, once again climbing onto the cot. Rather than sitting at the front like before, you take a spot on Paddy's lap, thighs pressed onto the side of his. "Keep 'em closed."

His hands immediately reach out, holding onto your waist to keep you from falling. The position was far from raunchy, seeing as one wrong move would send you both flying on the wire cot.

He huffs as you shimmy closer, one hand on his shoulder for leverage and the other in front of him, holding a small box. "Alright, you can open."

His eyes open slowly, blue eyes narrowing slightly at the playful expression on your face before they land on the box in your grasp.

His hands press further against your uniformed waist, adjusting the way you were sitting on thighs before he grabs the small wrapped item in your hand. "What's this?"

"Open it and you'll find out," you chuckle before quickly groaning as Paddy rattles the box, hearing something jostling around inside. "Too bad if it was glass, you idiot."

Paddy doesn't immediately open your gift, looking down at the box softly before looking back at the giddy expression on your face. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips before you can even tell him off for not opening your present.

Your eyes close at the action, returning the kiss as Paddy reaches up, gently holding onto your cheek as his lips mould against yours before he pulls away slowly. "Ye didn't have to get me anything," He murmurs, inches from your lips. "Gone out of your way 'n all."

You shrugged, pecking his lips again as you pull away further, urging him once more to open your gift. "Didn't really go out of my way," You match his tone, soft and airy. "Got it the same time I got the sweets, only way I could shop without you breathing down my neck."

He chuckles at your quip. "Thought ye loved me breathing down your neck sugar pie'," You didn't miss his innuendo, pushing at his shoulder playfully. "But seriously, you spent money on me?" "Would you rather I stole it?"

Paddy's lips open again, to which you shook your head, already guessing his answer. "Just open it Paddy."

Seeing that you wouldn't budge, he accepts defeat, carefully manoeuvring his hands so you could sit comfortably without his help.

With a hand wrapped around his shoulder, the other in your lap, Paddy carefully opens the gift, peeling back the shifty layer of paper you had found to wrap it.

Opening the lid, Paddy's eyes widen, seeing the silver pocket watch that rest in the middle. He looks at you through his lashes, eyebrow raised as you sheepishly smile.

"If you don't like it, we could take it back maybe and g-"

He cuts you off, tutting as he grabs the back of your head gently, pressing another kiss to your cheek. "No, no, shut it, it's nice," He shakes his head, looking you in disbelief. "I just, how did ye know I needed one?" "I noticed you had one a couple weeks ago that was all smashed, figured you'd want a new one," You shrug, suddenly feeling worried about your choice of gift. "It ah, it has something on the back too if you press the top."

Upon hearing your words, Paddy pulls the watch from it's box, flipping it around and seeing a bare back. He eyes you again, and you roll your eyes, reaching out to hold his hands in yours as you press the button on the top of the pocket watch.

The back opens up, revealing a black and white picture of the two of you. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, your cheeks pressed against each others as you both grinned, both parties not staring at the camera at all.

"Ye look beautiful," Paddy immediately says as he gazes at the picture, smiling down at the memory that had been taken months prior. "I look drunk."

"You were," You chuckle, resting your forehead against his as you both peer down at the photo in his new watch. "Think we both were actually, didn't even see John pull the camera out,"

You watch as Paddy continues looking at the picture, his thumb reaching out to stroke over where your face beams back at him.

"It was either that photo or the one where I threw a middle finger, didn't think you'd want that looking back at you when you're out there fighting for us." He laughs loudly, shrugging his shoulders as he thinks it over. "Wouldn't be mad, would still be you lookin' back at me."

"Sap." Paddy laughs a little harder at your insult, pulling the watch further out of the box as he closes the back. He holds it out to your lips, to which you give him a confused look.

"Good luck kiss," He shrugs again, as if it was the most obvious answer. "Since I'm bein' such a sap."

You do as he says, pressing your lips against the metal gently as he smiles, immediately pressing his own lips over where yours had touched the watch, before putting his new gift in his front pocket.

"You read that in some poetry book?" You whisper, eyes closing in content as Paddy's calloused hands reach out to rest against your waist once again, pulling you forward and running his nose along yours.

"Don't need a book for that," He answers, tilting his head to seek out your lips. He kisses you with a tender rhythm, Paddy's own little way of saying thank you without using the words.

He groans softly as your hands wound their way into his hair, tugging gently at the strands as your own head tilts, smiling against his own grin.

As you pull away, Paddy reaches up, patting his front pocket. "I'll take it everywhere," He reassures, nodding along as you hold your hand over where it lay near his heart. He holds his hand over yours, keeping it there. "You'll be everywhere I go."

"I believe you," You turn your hand where it lays over the fabric of his uniform, just enough for Paddy to entwine your fingers with his. "I've got a photo of your pretty mug here too to keep me company."

Paddy scoffs, squeezing your hand. "Ye love me."

"Wholeheartedly," once again, you lean forward, letting go of Paddy's hand to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for an embrace. His arms engulf you, pulling you impossibly closer to him as he tucks his head into your neck, inhaling your scent as he closes his eyes. "Happy birthday Paddy."

"Thank you darlin'."

[simmeons]

GAH guys formal apology if this shit is either really short and sweet or super long and sappy i fear i can not find a middle ground

FIRST OFF. YOU SNOWY. GRISPS YOU. ur literally one of my best friends i don't know u understand truly when i mention you in conversations you're a best friend and puuggg ilysm i love Snowbot i love all the fixations you go through i love just seeing you being happy and talking with me and in the server. Also I Am So Sorry About That Spider We Tried💔💔💔GELLPP but WAHHH I LOVE YOU i love how you can just DM me bout Justin Timberlake and then you'll be talking about how he gets 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 in a movie i love it so much you're my little tweaker

@vitoruwii no words could express my love for u vro. you're my platonic soulmate (because we all know Scotty is my romantic one heh i love my wife) i would give up my left arm for you. just not my right one i really like that one i need that one to draw Yorlik you understand the grind. i love how you've been with me through the recent drama with Those Who Shall Not Be Named and you've helped me become a better person. to this day i feel like the luckiest person to have you in my life because truly my wife would be so much more boring without you in it. i love our OCs and the relationships we've created between them, i love when we play overwatch together and i love when we do whiteboards. i don't know if you remember, but i remember years back when i first met you in the Ishimondo server and i just thought you were the coolest person ever. your art was gorgeous and you were such a creative mind. if i ever lost you i think it would be like reading Scotty dying in the book again. im ur omega forever bro trust❤️‍🩹

@aceship-sconesterprise I know we don't talk a lot one on one, but i don't really mind! i appreciate the friendship we have because you and Andi (who YES I WILL GET TO YOU TOO BRO) both directly got me into scones. It was your stories that got me into making a Tumblr account, just to follow you! I loved waking up everyday of June knowing there would be a devilish story waiting for me, and I can't express how special I feel knowing you've read mine too! I love randomly sending you things that remind me of you, even though every time I feel like a weirdo, you're very kind. I absolutely adore Ms Farie, Aporal, and the rest of your OCs- and I know I'll grow to love the other non-trek ones after I finally sit down and watch their source material! ...one day.. I did sorta watch a Numbers episode when I couldn't sleep at 1am I AM TRYING!!!!!!!! Anyways just know that I love you a lot and admittedly every time you go on your digital detox I get extremely sad and I miss you like a dog. But you didn't hear that from me okay

@thesconesyard of course I had to include you too, Andi! We don't interact a lot but I still value you a lot in my life. I'm so glad to see you're back to work on your cowboy Enterprise series, and I can't wait to see what you do with them next! Your slice of life posts, even if I don't engage all the time (mostly because I'm not all that active on this app anymore, oops) give me some comfort because it's a bit of a reality check. I'm sure I've already said it before, but you do inspire me to keep doing, stop thinking my life will magically end after I turn 20. You give me some hope in life as odd and silly as that sounds

@dilfoez hey there bro.... Heh... I absolutely love how we can bounce scones off one another, and I love the little tweaker mirror scones we've created together! Our doomed yaoi 💓 I love all your F/Os (and they love you too they told Scotty and then Scotty told me TRUST) and I love seeing ur cute posts about them ouugggh it makes me giggle I love happy relationships. One day I will watch Dead Man Waking... I promise u vro..

To any other moots of mine I haven't tagged, know I love you all very much as well! Please, PLEASE do not feel scared to talk to me or anything, I am very open to becoming closer with you all! I love everyone who leaves nice comments or reblogs. Hell, even a like makes me smile. Mmmwahh

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[buckysmith]

Saja Boys

Love languages headcanon

Jinu:

- His love languages are gift giving and words of affirmation, not loud or grand, but quiet and full of devotion.

- He wasn't raised to hold hands or say "I love you", it was simply not something that they did, 400 years ago and especially not as someone reborn as a demon.

- But he leaves his love in your world like breadcrumbs, letters tucked into jacket pockets, the scent of sandalwood pressed into dried flowers left on your pillow.

- Every note is written with precision, dated carefully, filled with lines like "you are the miracle I should've never been allowed to witness".

- He doesn't always know if it's enough, if his absence makes you question him, if his lack of touch makes you feel unloved.

- So when he accidentally finds your treasure box, overflowing with the notes and Polaroids, he thought you might've thrown away, his throat closes up.

- The edges are soft and worn from being held too many times, ink faded where your thumb pressed too hard rereading a line you loved

- You tell him you read them when the nights get too long or when you miss him after he disappeared again and he realizes something.

- Maybe love doesn't need to be loud to be real.

- In that moment, he pulls you closer to him as you’re both have ended up on the couch, as he puts his lips against your ear and whispers.

- "I'll keep writing forever if it means you never forget how much I love you."

- In that moment, he doesn't feel like a monster, that’s supposed to lure your soul into damnation, just a man who's terrified of losing the only light he's ever known.

Abby:

- Physical touch and acts of service are how he loves you, not because he's incapable of words, but because his words can ruin even the purest soul.

- He doesn't trust his mouth, not when it's a tool meant for luring innocence toward ruin, not when every soft syllable tastes like temptation yet the end result will be eternal suffering.

- So instead, he uses his hands always close but never too much, never pushing what you don't want

- He brushes your hair off your forehead when you're asleep, fixes the things you don't mention out loud, brings you your favorite drink right before you realize you need it.

- And when you're overwhelmed, too tired or aching with something you can't name, he's already pulling the blanket up, rubbing slow circles into your back. Sometimes you fear he can read your mind…

- His love isn't loud, it's consistent, steady in the way the stars are always there even when hidden by clouds.

- And when you ask him how he always knows? He just looks at you like it's obvious, like it's easy to read the soul he never plans to give away.

- He never tells you that doing things for you distracts him from what he really wants, to say your name the way he was trained to, soft and slow until your soul slips into his hands..but he doesn’t want to either, your soul is his, his alone…

- And as a distraction he wipes the counter clean, folds your laundry, carries your weight without ever asking for a thank you.

- Because love, to him, is not a tool, not of its about loving you

- You’re the only thing that makes him feel like more than the creature he became…

Baby:

- Physical touch and quality time, that's how he clings to you, without saying a word, too scared he might lure you into damnation.

- His favorite place is wherever you are, especially when you’re in his lap, leaning against his shoulder, or pulling you into his side of the bed.

- He doesn't care about your shape, your size, how sleepy or messy you are, he just needs to feel your warmth against him, proof you're still here, still his.

- He carries you with ease, brushes the hair from your face with reverence, and sometimes you catch him just watching you like you're the rarest star.

- He doesn't talk much, not about feelings, not about the fear that you'll disappear — but he shows you

- Every second together is a treasure for him, not just because he's eternal, but because you're not and the price for being it is too great…

- He thinks about that more often than he should how you'll grow old and he won't, how your body will break while his never will.

- And he never tells you, but every time he holds you close, he imagines what it will feel like to hold your soul if it slips too soon.

- He hates himself for that, for being something that could take you, consume you, damn you for eternity just because he wants you, just because yet again he’s selfish.

- And still, he can't let you go, he never will.

- So he stays, and he loves, and he hopes maybe, just maybe, the time you have with him will be enough.

- And when he watches you sleep, curled into his side, he whispers quietly

"Don't leave me before I learn how to be worthy of a angel like you”

Romance:

- Love languages? He tries every single one just to see which one makes you smile the brightest.

- But he leans hard into gift giving, words of affirmation, and physical touch like he's trying to stitch himself into every part of your life.

- Your home is filled with surprises, books you mentioned once, plushies you never knew existed, handwritten poems wrapped in silky ribbons.

- He’s always praising you, “you're my little Soda Pop", "if the universe could sing, it'd sound like your laugh", sweet nothings whispered against your ear like prayers from a man who used to only live the rest of his existence in damnation.

- He holds your hand like you'll vanish if he lets go and sometimes, when he kisses you, it's like he's apologizing for something he hasn't confessed yet, a part of him he’s to scared to show.

- Oh an he shows you off with pride, smiling when you walk in the room, pulling you into photos, posting soft snippets of your laugh on socials without revealing your face, he might be a demon, but out there are the true Monsters that make even his skin crawl.

- But deep down? he's terrified.

- Terrified of losing control, of letting his demonic hunger slip and tasting too much of your light

- There are nights where he can't seem to stop thinking while holding himself rigid beside you, trying not to dream of the moment his love for you might become a curse.

- Still, every day he wakes up and chooses you again.

- And one day, when you ask him why he's crying during your silly movie night, he just says

"Because I didn't know a demon like me is even allowed to have this. To have you."

Mystery:

- Mystery is not only his name it’s in his aura, in the way he keeps his world sealed away from everyone, except you

- You're his secret and his salvation.

- But his love for you? That part, he wears openly in the small gestures, the whispered promises, the gifts that show he knows your soul better than anyone else ever could. His soul.

- He always knows what to get you not just your favorite flowers, but the weird collectibles, the book editions with gold foiled edges, the vintage camera you mentioned once and didn't think anyone remembered

- He listens, really listens and turns your passing words into real world treasures, little proofs that he sees you, every inch of you, even if some of the stuff doesn’t come from realms you walk in.

- His words come out soft, never rushed a hand at the small of your back when you're nervous, a brush of knuckles when you're tired.

- You once caught him tracing protective sigils behind your back when you were half asleep, eyes glowing faintly as if trying to make sure nothing from his world would ever find you.

- You never ask about it tho, it was probably just a silly little dream cause who had glowing eyes, right?

- And then there's the darker part the one that keeps him up at night.

- The worry about the once sworn to defeat the darkness that lives inside of him, the once who would hurt the one thing in his life making it worth every single second of the guilt he’s living in.

[elliescoquettegirl]

Papercuts

ellie williams x fem reader (mdni!)

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Ⅰ The rush of alcohol and sex had evaporated from your system, all that was left was the lingering feeling of guilt and regret. A moment so intense and intimate yet so not thought through and random. The sex wasn't rough nor soft, something in between. The kind that you had only experienced with people you'd known for a long time. You could see it in her glances as she was driving, she felt the same. Her gaze unreadable, expect for certain moments when fragments of her stare would give it away. A tiny furrow between her eyebrows would appear, the same routine of her opening her mouth and closing it, like she wanted to say something, just like before. Only this time she left it unsaid. Your body vibrated, it hadn't quite realized her touches on your body were no longer. The only thing touching your damp skin is your clothing. 

Making a conversation now felt impossible, like a blade was being held to your throat and if you spoke the blade would cut you. Blood would gush everywhere, the blood would turn into patterns of her handprint on your skin, only in places a few had touched before. Ellie chainsmoked cigarettes the whole drive, exhaling the smoke with her pouty lips. Lips that looked like they were shaped by a sapphic clay artist. Same lips that had left love marks by your neck, the same lips you wished would form a sentence that would break the insufferable silence. It felt like an eternity but at the same time only a second until she was outside your apartment. The simple act of unbuttoning the seatbelt felt like one of the most difficult things you've ever done. And when you turned to her, she gave you a smile that felt forced. You gave her one back. She studied your features, reaching for your hand, squeezing it. Only for the coldest words to leave her mouth: “I guess I'll see you next sunday then?”. 

“Yeah, have a good night”, you said. Not wanting to give her less or more.

The way she had said it wasn't in a nonchalant way, her tone was unsure, questioning but still cold. Perhaps she regretted it. Regretted having sex in the back of her car with you. Having sex in the back of her car with her coworker. Or having sex in the back of her car with anyone. Which one of them, you didn't know. She didn't give you her number so just like in a victorian novel you'd have to wait for days to see her again. 

It wasn't the fact that you slept with someone, or even her so quickly on a whim that left that ache in your chest. It was the fact that she was the first person you had been able to talk to without a shell forming. Words, sentences and whole monologues could finally escape those lips once trapped. Not getting the instinct to hold your hands in front of your mouth to shield what you just said. No feeling of regret or racing gloomy thoughts after you spoke. Her reassuring nods as you spoke made you feel safer than ever, seen more than ever. She felt what you said, she understood it. A kind of connection you hadn't quite felt before. Something that could have been a potential friendship now ruined. Ruined by a moment of sloppy touches on one's bare bodies, exchanges of saliva and filthy words. 

When she had said to you: “Rather melodramatic aren't you?” she had seen through you and what she saw was something she understood. Her mind just as yours were filled with similar melancholic questions of life. When you would speak like you did to her with your friends they would all laugh and blurt out dismissive words. Either because they didn't understand or they did but pretended not to. They didn't want to.

The birds chirped, singing to you that morning was coming closer. Sleep something unimaginable. Your usual playlist playing in the background as you laid naked across your bed, not ready quite yet to to step in the shower. When you did, many replays of what was done and said, as you let the water drip across your body, washing away her touch and scent. Cigarettes, wood and whatever else it was that made your heart warm. And it wasn't her touch that you wished would linger so much but rather the conversations and what it made you feel. You know you might be digging yourself too deep into your thoughts but that smile she gave didn't feel like one that was meant for someone she would wanna keep getting to know. 

Monday you woke up midday, yesterday's sleep crept in when the sun rose. The apartment was filled with only a few pieces of furniture. The cold empty walls screaming to be filled with warmth, pictures or art, something of you. Boxes still unpacked, because unpacking meant this was real and you living here wasn't just a month long sleepover, but one that would last for three years. You watched films till noon, falling asleep to a french new wave film. The french conversations singing like a lullaby. 

Tuesday you had class early in the morning, a reason to get up in the morning. You drank your coffee and managed to make a breakfast that felt like one meant to be consumed in a home. Although still finding no satisfaction in the meal, each swallow only for survival. A look in the mirror in your hallway, your eyeliner slightly smudged after applying it and your lips perfectly overlined. Your bangs almost covered your eyelids. Making you have to push it aside every minute or so, it was muscle memory at this point. On the walk to campus you spoke to your friend on the phone. As a distraction and as a curtsy, you had barely spoken since you had moved. You didn't tell her about Ellie. 

Wednesday you went to a small kiosk just a minute walk away from your apartment. You bought a pack of Marlboro red, the same brand Ellie smoked. You wanted to feel connected to her, perhaps try to feel like her. So then maybe you could understand that last cold glance and smile she gave you. 

You had already figured out that her cold words were most likely just an envelope of the true words she wanted to say. The real words, laid inside like a letter, they were either even colder or perhaps warmer — it didn't matter. You still wanted to know which one of them it was. 

You had smoked half the pack by the time night came, feeling like the smoker you once were at sixteen.

Thursday was the last lecture before the exam, sunday suddenly felt close. You're sure if you had lived back home, this wouldn't bother you as much. She wouldn't be hiding in every corner of your mind like she did now. Your days being filled with nothing but routine didn't help either, you were an apathetic robot. As you walked down the corridor of campus, it was like your body knew before your mind. She was there, standing outside a lecture hall speaking to her friends. You walked quickly, looking down as if it would make you invisible. She didn't see you until you opened the door to your lecture hall. She said hi when your back was turned to her, one foot in the classroom. It startled you, her voice cutting through you. You turned around, taking her in, her face perfect, her facial expression still unreadable. You said hi back, smiled, then walked in. 

The lecture went by fast, you paid attention and took notes in a way you hadn't before. Because focusing on every word from your lecturer, watching his hands fly in the air as he spoke was way better than the other thoughts that awaited. 

Your classmate Cecilia sat beside you, watching the way your fingers rapidly clicked against your keyboard during the whole lecture. At the end, she stroked your arm asking for the document, with pouty lips. You said of course, like you always did. She had trouble concentrating, you felt bad for her. She said thank you about ten times, telling her how you are her lifesaver and then invited you to go out with her tonight.

 “Come on, it'll be fun”, Cecilia said, nudging your shoulder.

You had been out with Cecilia before several times. Each time she seemed to enjoy your company. The two of you did share an interest of foreign old films. You enjoyed her company too, at least the first time you hung out. It was nice and somewhat replicated how you'd feel with your friends back home. She reminded you of your best friend. But that was before you went into your head too much and others from class would join in on your plans.

“I won't invite anyone else. Wanna hang with you alone”, she said. 

“Okay sure. Um, text me later ?”, you said. A grin lit up on her face. Cecilia said she'd text you. 

Your face painted, hair done intently and your phone in your hands just waiting for her text. It came around nine. You thought she had forgotten about your plans. The text was an address to a pub, one you haven't been to before because it seemed so sketchy. Only seeing drunk older men entering and exiting. But perhaps that was Cecilia's plan, she was looking for her next conquest. She enjoyed fake flirting with older ugly men for free drinks. She would bat her eyes and nod, pretend to listen, just like you did all those times with her. You wondered if she had figured it out, that she at a certain point recognized all those calculated nods. You lit a cigarette as you walked into the dark bar. Inside the air is thick and your shoes stick to the ground from all the spilled out liquor. Neon lights spread on the walls, a green one by the booth Cecilia was sitting at. The light made her dirty blonde hair look green, her eyebags darker and the liquid in her glass untellable of what it was. 

“I didn't know you smoked?”, she said smiling, almost as if she was happy she didn't have to do it alone anymore.

“I don't”, you said, placing the cigarette in between your lips, dragging it into your lungs.

“But desperate times call for desperate measures”, you continued, exhaling the smoke. 

“Yeah, fuck this exam”, Cecilia replied. 

With desperate times Cecilia thought you meant the exam coming up. You actually meant the fact that your coworker that you fucked was engraved into your mind. No matter what you couldn't suppress the thought of her fucking you in the backseat of her car.

“So what have you been up to? We haven't hung out in forever?”, she asked. With forever she meant a week. You and three other classmates hung out at the usual bar. You took one beer, leaving after an hour,  excusing yourself due to a headache.

“Nothing new?” she continued. 

“Nope”, you said, popping the p. 

“Well, I do”, she said. And then she rambled on about a guy she went on a date with that tried to steal her panties. And then another that cried after they had sex and she had to stroke his air as he laid in her lap. You kind of wished you could lay her lap right now as she stroked your hair while whispering comforting words.

She always has a new story to tell when you meet. They were fun, she was fun. Although you could never reach a deep ground in your conversations. Maybe being fun was her shield. You wanted to know everything about her. What made her cry or what her relationship to her parents was like. She never spoke about them. 

Cecila was a free spirited woman, the kind they'd portray in films. Uncaring, always grinning and her eyes filled with something dangerous. She had picked the perfect major, media communications with a specialization in strategic communications. You had picked film as yours. You could picture her working as a PR agent for a firm, adding sprinkle to every public statement. Make every journalist leave the meeting with none of their answers answered because of her skill of switching topics in a conversation with it going unnoticed. That's what she'd do the times you tried to speak of certain topics. 

“Oh he’s hot”, she said, pointing to a man sitting at the bar with his friends. He had that typical mustache, mullet and patch tattoo combo. He looked like the kind of man that painted his nails only to stroke them against a woman's cheek as he mansplained to them. 

Without hesitation Cecila stood up, walking towards the bar counter. 

“I’ll be right back” she said. That meant at least thirty minutes. But you knew as an apology she'd run to your table every now and then to leave drinks he'd pay for in your hands. And so she did, two glasses of red wine in the span of thirty minutes. The glass stained with your lipstick. Your lips and teeth red, your head spun a little. The drunkenness, sadly comforting. You lit another cigarette, your only company and amusement. Scrolling on your phone could only be that fun for a certain amount of time.

“You smoke?”, a familiar voice said. You turned around, almost choking on the smoke. There she was, like jesus himself had materialized. It was Ellie. A black cap sat atop her head, a white graphic tee and loose fitted jeans. God, she looked hot. 

“Everyone keeps asking me that today”, you slurred teasingly. 

“You're here by yourself?”, she asked. 

“No”, you said, looking over to Cecilia that was practically eye fucking the man while listening to his monologue. You wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face, he didn't deserve to be in her presence. Ellie followed your eyes direction and smirked. 

“Oh, I see.. How rude of her to leave you all alone?”,  Ellie said.

“Atleast, I get bribes”, you said as you reached for your soon empty third glass. 

Ellie let out a soft laugh. 

“Yeah, that's kind of her thing isn't it?, Ellie said.

“You know Cecilia?” you asked. 

“Everyone knows Cecilia”, Ellie said. 

You don't know why you were shocked that they knew of each other. Cecilia really did know everyone studying your major. It was quite impressive considering the two of you moved here only a month ago. You had barely looked up from the table since Ellie spoke to you, when you did her eyes were already on you. That familiar warmth in your belly returning once again. She licked her lips, one hand in her front pocket, the other playing with the hem of her jeans. She was waiting for you to say something, and with the rush of emotions you couldn't really find any good words. 

“You smoke weed?” she asked, breaking the too long silence.

“Sometimes”, you said. 

“Wanna smoke?”, she said. Looking at anywhere but you  as she asked the question, she looked nervous. 

You didn't really want to, that loss of control that you weren't as used to like with alcohol. But you also didn't want to miss out on a chance to spend time with her so you said yes. 

You walked to your place, passing the joint back and forth. Cecilia didn't even notice you left. The conversations, her assuring nods and warm stares from that night slowly came back with time. The comfort you had felt with her then was back again. Those cold exchanges of words in her car – forgotten. She told you that she had bought the bell jar after your conversation just so she could read that part about the fig trees. You couldn't hide your smile, she couldn't either. A grin on her face as she inhaled, her eyes were half lidded. You felt yours were too, your eyelids suddenly too difficult to hold up. A couple of kids walked past you, all drunk and yelling. Their wiggly walk and childish laughters, it was probably one of their first times drunk. Suddenly you felt old.  

“You okay?”, she asked, stroking your back. She had asked you a question a long time ago, one you do not remember, too occupied with your thoughts of the drunk kids. Her touch calmed you, slowed down the racing thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry I just get quiet sometimes when I smoke, should've warned you”, you said. 

“No, it's fine”, she said. Every long eye contact or touch made you melt. Your shield is strong, but you still feared she had seen it. The way you hold your breath everytime her hand brushes against yours. The walk felt like forever, it was silent. The other times the two of you had been quiet you panicked, digging through your mind for a good response. But now that silence was comforting – a silence you had been yearning for to have with someone. One you rarely had with people. 

Inside your apartment Ellie was met with absolutely nothing. Nothing that gave away anything about you. There was no warmth to your place, no pictures, nothing – besides from the corner of your bedroom where a stack of books laid atop of each other. And your journal, pages of words about her. Sketches of the inked art on her arm. 

“You still haven't unpacked?”, she asked. You didn't answer, you didn't wanna tell her why that is but you also didn't want to lie. 

The two of you ended up in your bed, your shoes and jackets on the floor. The bedroom, filled with cigarette smoke. An ashtray laid on your bed, although the two of you had forgotten about it a long time ago. Cigarette dust spread across the sheets. Your mind was so clouded, everything made you laugh. Everything felt interesting, everything looked beautiful. She looked so beautiful. Sometimes you talked, other times you sat quietly, looking at each other. Your apartment felt more warm with her there, like she was one of the things the walls kept screaming at you to fill in it. Her standing in your kitchen getting you both glasses of water felt right. A piece that was missing. The hours flew by – laughs, sultry glances at one another and consumption of many cigarettes.

Thoughts of sleep kept occurring. She sat next to you, backs against the bed frame. Her freckles too many to count, you wanted to touch her delicate face. And without thinking you did, grabbing the back of her neck as you stroked her cheek with your thumb. She looked a bit taken aback, but slowly eased into your touch. Her eyes shut. Both your breaths loud, chests rising up and down. Both of you waiting, waiting for the other to lean in for a kiss. She opened her eyes, her gaze moving towards your lips that were still stained with red from the wine. Both of you in sync moved closer, eyes locked and hands instantly embracing each other. Her lips were warm and soft. Tasted like alcohol and cigarettes, yours probably did the same. Every touch, soft and slow. Each pause between the kisses you both smiled. Your stomach felt warm once again.

The candles that were lit by your nightstand started to flicker from the sudden movements. You opened your mouth allowing her entrance, her tongue dancing in your mouth. It must've been five minutes until your lips turned motionless, giving each other one last kiss as goodbye. The pair of you intertwined into a hug. Your head laid on her shoulder, burrowed into her neck. You breathed in her scent. Your arm spread across her stomach, feeling her heartbeat. The movement of her chest like waves, her breaths like a lullaby singing you to sleep. Your lips swollen from the kiss, you licked your lips to taste her once again. 

The shuffling of the blanket woke you up, instinctively your arm reached for her but only your pillow, sunken down from the weight of her head was there. As you opened your eyes  you saw her, sitting at the edge of her bed tying her shoes quietly. The air felt different from yesterday, that coldness similar to the car ride drifted in the air.

The sun sweeps in from your windows that had no curtains yet, making the white walls in your apartment look yellow. Her auburn hair glistened in the sunlight. The once free hair she slowly put into a messy bun – like she was afraid doing it too quickly would wake you.

Then she turned around, you closed your eyes pretending to be asleep. A quiet sigh came from her as she slowly stood up, dragging herself to your hallway. Her footsteps make the old wooden floors creak. going further and further away from your bedroom. The thud of the door closing felt like a dagger to your heart. She had left you once again with coldness clinging in the air. No hug, no kiss, no goodbye – nothing. You burrowed your face into the pillow where she slept, it smelt like her. You inhaled it, kissed the pillow and slowly drifted back to sleep again. 

Later in the noon you wake up feeling like you have returned from war, the war being several glasses of wine and joints. Head throbbing and the stomach tightening more with each breath. Anxiety drifted around in the air but you weren't sure what it was about yet. Remembering Ellie, that had slept next to you, the kiss, the whole night – that's when you knew what it was about. Cecilia had texted you, that's when you saw an unknown number with the text “Ellie”. That was all it said – you had gotten her number.

At what point of the night that happened you didn't remember. As you dragged yourself out of bed for a glass of water you saw her black cap sitting on your hallway counter. It felt relieving like somehow last night felt more real. 

When you laid down in bed you thought about texting her. Your hands grasping the phone as your heart sank into your chest. Your damp fingers moving across the phone screen, leaving dew like residue on the screen.  

“You left your cap at my place”, you texted her. No hi, you didn't feel the need to. 

When saturday afternoon came she still hadn't replied to your message. Wrapped in a knitted shirt and only underwear as you laid in bed. The coldness, still in the air left a frostbite in your heart. Falling asleep felt impossible.

On Sunday morning, with no sleep yet, you called in sick for work.

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english isn't my first language i'll gladly take constructive criticism. misspellings are guaranteed, i'm sorry. FYI IM POSTING DRUNK IDK IF ITS ANY GOOD.

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[diabolicalevil]

Can we have more freaky Sanguinius stuff.. opens palm

Sanguinius NSFW Headcanons

gn!reader

ok so freaky huh,,, I'll go over some kinks or whatever I think he likes in that case.

Warnings: NSFW post, somnophilia at the end

Begging for attention: Sanguinius is so used to being worshipped and adored and the eye of public affection yet he craves having to plead for you. In a private room where there's no one to look at but him and you still force him to ask repeatedly for you to look at him? God he's so hard.

Morning sex: Loves to see you illuminated by the rising sun as he takes you, the the edges of your sleep tussled hair appearing as a halo. Sleepy, messy and uncoordinated movements that make him feel inexperienced and human.

Predator/prey: He wants you to never leave, simple as. If you try he'll chase you down and make you remember why you're his. He'll pin you down as he fucks you, wings blocking the view of anything that is not him. And the worst part is he's gentle. He'll take a decade if that's what it takes to convince you to stay by his side.

Lingerie: Likes you almost naked, it's tantalising and teasing in a way he can't describe. His favourite is stockings with garters, he enjoys letting his eyes follow them upwards straight to your underwear.

Kissing: Suppose this goes without saying since he's such a romantic but really its the highlight of sex to have you constantly kiss him. Kiss his tip when you're sucking him off, bring his hair to your lips, kiss his neck, whatever. He pulls you in closer and kisses you back like he's trying to eat you.

He has to be on top, lotus or spooning: More of a logistics thing cause of his wings, but he prefers it in general for the aforementioned blocking out your view with his wings. He's already too massive for you to see over his shoulders but he has to know there's no where for your eyes to go but him.

Hair kink: I covered it in this post but I'm bringing it up again cause I have more to add. Sanguinius is a messy freak about his hair. He keeps a mirror close to his bed so he can look at himself, sweat slicked, dishevelled and covered in you. He takes great pleasure in losing himself to you and refuses to tie his hair up while you fuck. If it bothers you, well you could always pull it out of his face, couldn't you?

Refuses to be rough with you: You can yank and slap and bite him all you want but he won't return thr gesture. Except maybe biting, he does just a little biting. Sex, to him, is a way to be closer to you and to let go of his perfect shackles. There's no need to abuse you while doing so.

Overstimulation: It's gradual, he gets so caught up in enjoying you hours pass and he doesn't even notice, you do though. As the night progresses he gets softly sadistic as you cry from it all just being too much, "You can take it, can't you? I know you're strong enough to take it. You're doing so well." As he wipes tears from your eyes.

Somnophilia: Not while you're fully asleep but slipping in and out. When he's wrung you dry and his gentle touch lulls you into a comfortable dazed sleep. As you fall asleep he'll keep edging you to wake you up and if you do manage to fall asleep despite this he'll stop. Kind of. He'll take himself to completion and finish on your stomach, kissing your sleeping face while he does.

I forgot how hard it is to write nsfw when I'm not deliriously horny. which is most of the time surprisingly I started this blog on an off day

[mirai-e-jump]

CanCam, May 2025 Issue ft. Karuma Interview (translation below)

Publication: March 22, 2025

The elegant atmosphere of Japanese cuisine increases his sex appeal intensely 🖤

Karuma

The supreme way of cooking rice is to eyeball it

I love rice, and tend to sniff freshly cooked rice (laughs). I prefer properly granular rice, and like to cook it until it's firm. I've been cooking for myself for a long time, so I can cook it just by eyeballing it! I found out the best way of cooking rice one time, where I'll measure the amount of water and rice needed by using the position of the joints on my fingers. Perhaps this is a special skill?

Essentially, I cook for myself every day! I'll prep in advance

I always make some kind of main dish every day, but I'll make about 2-3 side dishes on days when I have the time, that way my nutrients won't become unbalanced. There are times where I'll also make soup at the film site. I always have some vegetables and mushrooms in my fridge, and I'll make something suitable without looking at any recipes, but lately I've become addicted to peperoncino! I recommend adding plenty of vegetables to it.

Karuma's Request: Sushi

To maintain his beauty, Karuma is dedicated to cooking all his meals and doesn't eat out that much. This was his first time enjoying sushi this year. Normally, he'll go to conveyor belt sushi restaurants. While excitedly waiting for the sushi the chef was making right in front of him, he took the concept of this project into consideration and ate about 10 pieces of sushi and drank two highballs with great enthusiasm.

I may have a weakness for the embarrassed look on their face after eating excitedly

Outside of my dreams, I'm the type of person who doesn't push the limits, so if I were to invite someone I'm interested in out to a meal, we'd probably go to an izakaya with red lanterns. Because of that, I don't want my partner to be concerned about having to be cute with me. For example, I think it'd be wonderful to see them eating with their mouth open. This is where I'll discover their cute side and gap, so they should just be their normal self (laughs).

It's because I work hard every day. Sushi as a reward is effective!

To be honest, I'm in the process of trying to get into shape, but since this is my chance to eat what I like without feeling bad, I decided on sushi as an easy to accept reward. This has been a luxurious cheat day (laughs). Previously, I had sushi at a hotel restaurant, and I haven't been able to forget it. Since then, the argument that the more expensive sushi is, the better it tastes has been confirmed in my mind, so I was happy with how delicious it was this time as well. Still, I also like the unique atmosphere of conveyor belt sushi since it's alot of fun. At sushi restaurants, I always order boiled shrimp and chawanmushi. I also like classic staples such as salmon and maguro. Also, I recently discovered how tasty uni is.

I think the last time I appeared in CanCam, it was due to the novelty of me being a Youtuber. So, the fact that I've been invited back now is proof that I've grown in a different way since that time. Originally, I came to Tokyo at the age of 16 to become an actor, so at last, I now feel like I'm getting closer to the image of myself that I used to envision. Last year, when I was especially eager about acting and trying to subvert the image I had of myself as a Youtuber, it was a big deal for me to be able to appear in "Densetsu no Head Sho" and "Baby Assassins Nice Days." I felt that the amount of people who didn't know me as a Youtuber was increasing, and that I was being recognized as an actor. Including the roles I played in those works, I often play key characters and villains within the story, so I feel that playing ordinary roles will become a challenge for me in the future.

It's not an ordinary role, but my appearance in "No.1 Sentai Gozyuger" is yet another challenge. Even now, I'm still learning through trial and error. I can't help but enjoy my daily routine of limiting food and thinking about my role.

MOGU MOGU QUESTIONS

Q: What food is on your mind right now? A: High grade sushi - I think how tasty the fish is differs from each region, so I want to savor good sushi from famous places all over the country.

Q: Do you eat your favorite foods first? Do you save them for last? A: Depends on my mood.

Q: What's the first thing you put in your mouth at the beginning of the day? A: I can never decide - On days when I have to film very early in the morning, I never fail to drink coffee.

Q: What side dish makes you happy when it's included in your bento? A: Tamagoyaki - Recently, I've become addicted to making tamagoyaki. I like it when it's both sweet and salty, but dashimaki also makes me happy.

Q: For you personally, what's the number one food that goes best with white rice? A: Gizzards - The gizzards I recently cooked myself were way too good…!

Q: Your style of hospitality cooking? A: Hot pot - I'll make it by using salted chicken broth and adding plenty of vegetables.

Q: What do you like eating on occasions such as anniversaries? A: I'll make a full course meal - I like looking into some special menu items and then make arrangements to make a bunch of them.

[portalbones]

Just something about ghosts (specifically the DP ones) Warning long post.

Acids (and bases) are able to conduct electricity. The stronger the acid, the more electricity it can conduct, since those have particles that are more heavily dissolved. That means there are more freely floating particles, which act like electrolytes and shit to conduct electricity. I know, I know. "But portalbones, when are we gonna get to the ghosts? This is just chemistr-" shut up or I'll whack you with a rolled up newspaper. Or something.

"Strong acid" as a term more refers to how much of the acid dissolves rather than a measure of how corrosive the acid is. HCL in low enough concentrations can still be less corrosive than a weak acid like acetic acid, which is just vinegar. But, in a pretty basic concentration (like if both are the same concentration), HCL will be more corrosive (I think) and will conduct more electricity.

You know what else acts kind of like electricity?

A whole fuckton of those ghost laser things that danny has shot from his fucking ass in multiple episodes.

Ectoplasm is often used as a weapon, both by the ghosts and by the Fentons. It must have some attack potential beyond "ugh yucky slime," right? The idea I'd like to propose is ectoplasm being acidic.

All ectoplasm would contain some sort of strong acid, but in varying concentrations. Ghosts like the Box Ghost or those little shit goo ghost things that are your generic specter who aren't as strong would have lower concentrations of ectoplasmic acid, meaning they can conduct less energy and their surfaces would basically be non corrosive. Maybe a bit tangy if you bit them, idk.

Stronger ghosts like Skulker or Ember would have higher levels of acid, allowing them to conduct more energy and use stronger attacks. If you touched them for too long, it might sizzle a bit, but still nothing major. Skulker can power his suit with the energy conducted from his acid, which is unusually high in concentration for a ghost so small.

This acid would help them eat, since to stretch themselves like that they probably don't have much for organs, because those would be destroyed. They can still consume food because it's just dissolved inside them. Even ghosts who are weaker still have this, because the acid manifests in layers. The closer to the core you go, the more acidic they become. The core is what provides the energy that will be conducted, the acidity is what lets them use it. That's why sending out beams doesn't fry the ghost who does it. Or something.

Surface level ectoplasm is likely what's seen getting all over the Fenton lab and what shows up when there's an ectoplasmic mess to clean up. It's not really corrosive, just glows annoyingly (zinc sulfide, anyone?) And has the acidity of maybe vinegar. If you have a cut or sensitive skin it might sting. The ectoplasm used in the ghost weapons is stronger, maybe enough to give surface burns but usually targeting ghosts.

I feel like Danny and Vlad would work in a similar way to this, meaning ghost Danny just has no organs. Cut him deep enough and he'll melt the knife that you used to do it. It explains why he can use so much energy, since his acid levels would be comparable to one of his stronger enemies. These levels can adjust over time, becoming stronger as they power up, but it usually doesn't impact the ghost negatively.

Certain ghosts have an abnormality that makes their acid content super high, so that even the outer layers burn stuff pretty well. Things like that would be found in the ghost I made for the comic, for example, though I don't think any canon ghosts fit the bill. Have fun fighting that, Danny.

TL;DR basically ghosts have acidic ectoplasm that conducts the energy from their cores to use their ghost rays and stuff. The outer layers are pretty neutral though. Maybe chucking baking soda in the Box Ghost's face would hurt him. Idk. If the science here is wrong blame my sophomore Chem class for that. I don't remember that shit.

[honey-and-sweetdreams]

Supernatural.

A Jinu X Reader songfic.

Pt.1!

'Take Me to Church.'

My lover's got humor,

She's the giggle at a funeral.

The moment he saw you, his heart stopped. You weren't fighting him- fighting them.

You were walking through the crowd of demons as the Huntr/x blades clashed, steps certain.

Walking directly to him.

He's confused. You don't look at them like they're any danger at all. You look at him.. like he's worth being saved.

Knows everybody's disapproval,

I should've worshipped her sooner.

You watch, as the demons' patterns shimmer in the dim light. The way they fight.

They're.. defending themselves. Maybe not literally, but their eyes? They're tormented, and they know it better than anyone.

No one wants this war, and you have the courage to walk like it.

That is..

Until "Your Idol" replaces "Golden."

If the heavens ever did speak,

He's the last true mouthpiece.

You hum the song as it tops the charts. The boys are gaining traction, and yet, it's all a facade.

The illusion of normalcy.

You send a postcard to Jinu.

'May I have this dance with you?'

Every Sunday's getting more bleak,

A fresh poison each week.

He stares at the card. You're reaching out to him, but why? Why him, and why now? You've seen the patterns, you've seen the worst parts of him, and you're still.. trying?

He groans, kicking back onto bed.

He wants to go, but for one of those rare times, he has no idea what is coming.

'Do you really think she won't kill you where you stand?' His mind whispers, and his nails make moon shaped indents in his palms. 'Please. You know what you deserve.'

And maybe he does. But what does he want?

We were born sick,

You heard them say it.

He shows the card to the tiger. It nuzzles into the letters.

Huh.

It trusts you? Then maybe, just maybe, he might give you a visit. He might want to trust you, as well.

My church offers no absolutes,

She tells me, "worship in the bedroom"

"Cute PJ'S." He remarks, and you chuckle. "You came. I didn't expect that."

"Why did you ask for this?" He asks, almost nervously. His awkwardness.. is a surprising change from his stage persona.

"I don't want to fight someone if I have the nagging doubt that something deeper is going on." You explain, carefully. "I now have that doubt."

"What?" He chuckles, dryly. "But I'm-"

"A demon." He flinches. "I'm aware. But is that enough reason? A legend told throughout the centuries, forever unrepealed? Is that enough to carve a blade?"

"You don't know what I've done." He hisses, like he's striving to convince himself he's unredeemable.

"Then tell me, and let me make that decision on my own accord."

The only heaven I'll be sent to,

Is when I'm alone with you.

I was born sick, but I love it,

Command me to be well

You listen, as he strums his bipa, the tunes flowing of their own accord. The moon is low, and so is the sound. You inch closer to listen, and his fingers almost halt.

"You're.. a good audience." The words are bitter, too bitter for such a gentle tune.

You have half a mind to ask him what he's planning, but you know it's only going to cause this moment to flicker away.

And that's too soon, for now.

Take me to church,

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies,

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

He knows you're protecting him, not asking enough questions. He knows what you're doing.. you're letting him be Jinu, not a demon. He's opening up, and it's vulnerable.

'It's as if the past days of reassuring myself that it was okay are meaningless.' Invisible wounds, increasing endlessly.

And it terrifies him, because he knows what's going to happen. You're going to be just another-

Wait.

The voices. They're gone.

Your head lands on his shoulder, a soft hum as you settle in.

It's late, and he should go. But he doesn't.

Offer me that deathless death,

Oh good God, let me give you my life

No masters or kings when the ritual begins

The stadium's turned purple.

Huntr/x has disbanded.

He finds you in the crowd, eyes glazed. He didn't know what you were, when you met. An angel, maybe?

Turns out you were just another mortal, after all.

His line chokes up his resolve, even further. You look at him like everyone else does. Like he's just another demon, and you're under his spell.

Forget the fact that he's under yours, from the moment you looked at him like he was worth more.

"You know I'm the only one who loves your sins." Except, when he sings it, he knows you were the only one who meant it.

[callme-naomi]

Maybe One Day I Can Learn to Love You, Too

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This entire thing was a bad idea. Scratch that, it was a terrible idea. Jumping off Mount Everest can only compare to how risky this was, but if you pull it off, the win will be worth the risk.

*record scratching noises* let's rewind to what happened.

You were just a student minding your own business amidst the hardships that were college, and being in college meant you now entered the chance to get the most life-changing moment a girl can have: getting into a relationship.

Unfortunately, none of the boys in your class were up to your liking, and if they were, they were already taken.

While you first detested the idea of dating a senior, it all changed one day your friends and you were in the lab and a few seniors from the computer sciences section walked in. You recognized a few of them, but it was the blonde-haired* senior that caught your eye.

Unlike his other fellows, who were pretty loud and outgoing, he stood in a corner with his notebook tucked in his arm, his entire face schooled into seriousness as he waited for the others. While the instructor talked to them, dividing his attention between your batch and the seniors, you took this moment to scrutinize the silent boy even further.

"Who caught your eye?" One of your friends, Mary, bumped your shoulder, and you looked at her, annoyed.

"That one," you whispered, "by the board."

As if your voice carried over, he looked in your direction for a second, before sliding his gaze to something else.

"Ah, I didn't know your type was the nerd." she smiled at you, only for your other friend, Samantha, to intervene.

"Gotta agree, he does have the looks." She looked you in the eye. "If you have a crush on him-"

"Are you kidding me?" You scoffed, watching the seniors leave out of the corner of your eye. "My parents will disown me if I got a boyfriend before a degree."

Which was a blatant lie.

"Anyways, if you ever change your mind, let me know." Samantha, the biggest social butterfly you'd ever met, pointed to herself. "I'll arrange the rest."

"Thanks." You diverted your gaze to the heating copper sulphate solution and took it off.

"I'm surprised you don't have any questions." Mary prodded, to which you shushed her before you set the solution to cool.

"I'm trying to figure out which one to ask first. I have too many questions." You answered. "Now, what was his name?"

"Kento Nanami. Computer science major, topper ever since he set foot in this place." Samantha shot off like a gun, tossing her brown ponytail over her shoulder

"Far earlier than that." Mary added. "I was his junior in high school. Ask more, I'm enjoying this."

"You answered three of my questions in one go," you grumbled. "Anyways, is he dating anyone?"

You were embarrassed to see the two of them giggle. "No, he's single."

"A shame too, a fine lad like that." Sammy shook her head.

"So why don't you?" it slipped out of your mouth too quickly, and you immediately berated yourself for giving her the idea.

"Not my type. You done with asking?"

"Has he got any siblings? Or any best friends?"

"No siblings as far as I know, and he does have a friend, Yu." Mary answered this time.

"The one you're dating?" to which she nodded.

"Where does he live? Or spend most of his time?" you were about to ask this when the bell rung for the Maths lesson, and while you packed your things up, the two of them drew closer to you.

"Not making fun or anything, but if you're serious about this," Mary whispered fast, "you can tell us okay?"

"Okay."

****

In the next week, your entire google search history involved tips and stories of how to get your crush to notice you.

Somewhere in May, Samantha texted you. Hey, a senior of mine is asking for a girl. Her friend's single and you know, the formal dance event is coming up. You up?

Who is it? Do they even know me?

No damned idea.

Well, you were single too, but the thing was, there was only one person you wanted to go to prom with. That's a bit sudden, actually. Give me a few days to think, okay?

Soon, your crush became too obvious. You, who preferred to eat alone in the rooms, would go for lunch in the cafeteria just to catch a glimpse of him, and you began making frequent visits to the library to find him pulling out a book. Crossing in the hallways, he would look at you, and nod sometimes in greeting, and the entire day you'd be in the skies.

And when you found out he's in the soccer team? There wasn't a single match of his you didn't attend, even if it meant baking in the sun or freezing out in a fever.

It did not help when Mary or Sammy would tell you that they noted him occasionally glancing at you in break, or him looking around to find you if you're absent, or that he didn't borrow a library book just because you had needed it more.

You told them every time. only to an eye roll and smirk, that it isn't something serious or anything meaningful, meanwhile you kept gaslighting yourself into believing it's just a crush, you only think he's cool, but you couldn't stop yourself from imagining him and his pretty face and his arms and-

And if Mary was telling the truth, Haibara-senpai had mentioned he had gotten out of your crush that he likes a girl now, but wouldn't tell who. For a moment, your hopes raised, but when you didn't see any extra reactions from Kento, you quashed your silly dreams. maybe he liked someone from his class. But it only fueled your want to at least try.

Fast forward today, you had gone to ask Mary a favor.

"Hey, don't make fun," you warned her, "but could you have this delivered to him? Without telling him it's from me?" At her questioning stare on the wrapped packet, you explained, "it's his birthday."

Immediately her face split into a brilliant smile. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

And when she texted you mission successful, you waited to see if he would figure it out or approach you.

You were seriously disappointed to find out none of that had happened, even though you yourself had told her not to reveal your identity, but you had hoped that maybe he'd try to prod it out of Mary.

And when during your Physics lesson, he came in to convey a message to the professor, you tried to get a clear view of his wrist without being too suspicious, and you felt your heart sink when you couldn't find a watch on his right wrist.

And that's when you decided to go for it, and texted Samantha, hey, I'm up for that formal dance. Is it still open?

You tried to drive him out of your head. But while the other girls began telling you you shouldn't have fallen for him and that he's too serious for someone like you and he's not good enough, there are other fish in the sea, you were adamant to prove that this wasn't just a crush or an obsession. Because when you intend on something, you plan to end it.

When you returned from the summer holidays, the school workload seemed to have increased tenfold in the students' absence. For a while, it gave you a distraction from thinking and scheming all the while about Kento.

That didn't mean you still didn't lie down in bed, staring at the ceiling thinking about him.

Recently, you had taken to the habit of tattooing, and while your parents were strict about a permanent tattoo - it's against the school code, we don't want you expelled because of some silly fashion or you can do it after school - you resorted to the black markers and Sharpies. So all time, your wrist would be decorated with some random doodles, or words.

Once having gotten told off by your professor, you began wearing longer sleeved shirts to hide your tattoos.

It was a random day and while the teacher had yet to come, you took the chance amidst the chaos of the classroom to begin doodling one of your most tattooed words ever onto your wrist.

Kento Nanami.

You were about to begin drawing a heart around your initials when suddenly the teacher came in to yell about getting ready for a biology lab practical. Marching into a line with your notebook and pencils, the instructor explained the objective on the way.

Your class had just learned how to take blood pressures last week, so now it was time to practice it on someone else. She herded you all to the computer laboratory, the other labs being isolated, and her not wanting to be scolded by some professor for disturbing someone else's class.

The computer lab was full of the seniors, who were on the table doing their work, when the instructor came in and asked them if they gave their permission for the lab.

Hearing their yes, she led you all inside and instructed you to choose a partner. You were pushed and barged against others who were eager to take a partner of their choosing and in the end, you stood there, waiting for someone unpaired to go take a test of.

Just before you could turn and ask the instructor what to do, a student asked to enter the room.

"Ah, there you are! Mind if she took your blood pressure for a practical?"

You turned around to see your teacher asking none other than your crush about this, and following her line of sight, he met your gaze. Nodding in assent, he walked over to you, before dragging out two stools for the both of you.

You reached out for his sleeve, before hesitating and looking up at him to ask his permission. He, who was following your every move with silence, used his left hand to push his sweater's sleeve up and allowing you to take the pressure.

None of you spoke, and you dared not break the sanctity of the silence, enjoying this closeness you could get, hearing his blood pump through and recording the observations.

"You're left handed?"

You had now heard his voice in a long, long time and while replaying the sound again and again, you answered, "yes. you're right handed, right?"

"Yes."

You were writing on your notepad when you pulled your sleeve back to scratch an itch, and that's when you noticed him stare at your wrist.

"May I ask what you've written there?"

"Where?" you asked in response, knowing full well what he meant. Laughing sheepishly, you just said, "oh, it's nothing-"

"It's alright, I apologize for asking."

"Oh it's completely fine. Are you good at keeping secrets?"

"I am." He was about to ask the reason behind your question when you pulled back your sleeve, waiting for his response to seeing his name doodled on your wrist.

"I know," you finally managed, unable to bear the silence that settled. It was today you decided to let it all out, once and for all. No regrets. "I like you, I have liked you for a long time, and well, I didn't know how to tell you."

"So you tattooed my name?"

"Yeah. It doesn't make sense, I know."

In response, he, keeping his gaze on you, pulled back his left sleeve to see-

"Recognize this?"

Of course you did. That was your birthday present to him. As you met his gaze with delighted surprise, he shook his wrist to bring the watch further down to show you a tattoo.

Of your name.

"It does make complete sense," he told a stunned you, "the same way I couldn't manage to tell you that I've liked you too. I hope you're good at keeping secrets as well?"

Guess we'll be finding out.

****

Exhilarated, and no longer single, you flopped down on your bed at night, the days ahead already looking brighter to you.

Scrolling down to your newest contact, Kento <3, your eyes slid to the latest chat, him asking you to come to the dance with him and with a panic, you remembered, the college dance's five days later!

You immediately texted to Samantha, hey, can you call that dance date off? I'm sorry, I'm coming with someone else!

GIRL WHAT? YOU'RE GONNA GET ME KILLED FR FR. though wait a damned second - WHO IS THE BOY? YOU FINALLY GOT ONE?

A second later.

Bad news girl: the date I said, my friend's just said he wanted to meet you tomorrow.

You called her and explained the entire situation.

"Look, I just agreed to someone else, I wanna go with them-"

"Girl, I get it, but you can't just do this out of the blue."

"Please? You always have something."

"Okay fine. How about you meet that boy tomorrow, and tell him face to face? And do something that won't make me look bad."

*****

Tapping your toes against the pavement of the coffee shop Samantha told you to meet at, you nervously went over the words you managed in your head. Hey, thanks for the offer, but I actually want someone else?

Finally, hearing footsteps behind you, you decided to raise your head and took a deep breath.

"Y/N?"

You looked up to see in a black jacket and jeans, Kento was staring at you.

"Oh hi," you waved , this is getting bad, now he'll see this, "I was here because a friend of a friend of mine said someone wanted to meet me here. For the dance date."

He looked down at his phone and showed you a picture. "By any chance, is this your friend?"

You looked into Samantha's DP. "It is her!"

"Well, I guess I'll ask you again: will you come to the dance with me?"

****

HEY GIRL! what happened? I heard you said yes?

Yeah, that was the guy I wanted, actually.

*in this au, he's changed his hairstyle to the one he now does as a sorcerer

Hello! this one is kinda longer (school romances ily) and this is my part for College AU, prompt day 5!

[tamaygou]

do u read fanfics? i love pegoryu but i’m new to the fandom and i need pegoryu fanfic recommendations 😭😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻 i trust ur taste because ur my fav pegoryu artist lol

Anon I am literally OBSESSED with pegoryu fics I have almost finished the entire pegoryu section in ao3 now

I have a SHITTON of reccomendations but I'll filter it down and pick my faves from them! I will not include unfinished/NSFW fics here as much as there are a lot of them I adore just for the sake of offering a satisfying collection to ya :D

I have way more reccs but these are the ones that I could grasp for at the top of my head. Please do go through the pegoryu tag in ao3, there's loads of hidden gems lying around!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17948366

One shot where Ryuji visits Akira in his hometown with a lot of emotions packed into them. Amazing characterization and I always come back to this fic when I crave comfort <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19462777

A one shot where Akira and Ryuji hang out on Ryuji's birthday! The way they banter and interact here is absolutely adorable I really love this one. I have reread it an unhealthy amount of times

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57541576/chapters/146406427

Hanahaki AU. As a person who really, truly, absolutely DESPISES angst fic. I have to accept this fic is too good to pass up. The way the characters process and deal with things and the way the disease affects the character makes it so gut wrenchingly good

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20550491/chapters/48781454

A very lighthearted fic about Ryuji trying his best to plan the perfect date for Akira with help from the rest of the Thieves :]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21776443/chapters/51959845

Pegoryu Office AU where both of them are forced to go on a business trip together for the sake of their company. They end up becoming way closer than normal coworkers and a lot of hidden feelings and thoughts come through. Really good stuff

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20767766/chapters/49348880

Royalty AU where Prince Ryuji is in an arranged marriage with a person he hasn't even met, and how he navigates through his emotions as he's completely in love with his garderner. Teehee

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25981129/chapters/63163711

Shut-in Ren meeting Surfer Ryuji on the beach and holding a HUGE crush on him. Him visiting the beach often and them becoming friends and ahhh it's super cutesy!! Warning for NSFW but it's not important to the story itself </3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25043188/chapters/60652321

Cinderella AU where Ryuji is Cinderella and falls in love with Prince Akira. A classic but solid story and the characters made me laugh a lot here, lighthearted with a super satisfying ending <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64365277

A very silly premise where Ryuji accidentally buys a BL manga instead of the shounen he usually gets, but as soon as his curiousity gets the better of him, he gets way too invested into it. Somewhat navigating through his mild internalized homophobia.. And his feelings for Akira. Super cute fic!!

[save-the-villainous-cat]

MARRIED DOM!VILLAINXSUB!HERO AHHHHHHHHHHH

Here's some cake as payment if u choose to do the prompt :)

🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰

"You're not actually picking up that extra shift, are you?" the villain asked.

"Sorry, babe. Order from above." The hero was in the middle of forcing themselves into their suit when the villain grabbed their cape and pulled them back onto the bed. The hero couldn't do anything but yelp and stare at their spouse in shock.

"You've complained about your co-worker ditching work regularly," the villain reminded them. They got on top of the hero within seconds, pinning their hands above their head. "And I want you to myself for a whole night."

The hero chuckled. "Yeah, but..."

The villain let their lips brush against the hero's neck before they gently bit into the hero's skin. Immediately, the hero's heart dropped. Usually, the villain was timid when it came to their own cravings. But from time to time - the hero guessed - they were so pent up that they needed an outlet.

It was undeniably attractive. And also inconvenient for the hero's job - sometimes, the hero could barely walk the day after a night with their spouse. Which was funny considering that the villain was always in high spirits, training and jumping in the apartment as if they had all the energy in the world.

"Come on..." the villain whispered. They licked over the soft bite mark and grabbed the hero's waist. "Stay with me tonight."

"I already offered to patrol, I..." The hero took in a sharp breath when the villain touched their thigh. Within a few minutes the hero's leg would be on the villain's shoulder. They just knew the villain loved to do that. "You can't keep seducing me."

"Why not? I've been doing that for over eight years now." The villain stared at them through half-lidded eyes. The hero could tell they were extremely needy and the hero couldn't deny that they had been feeling the villain's absence more than usual. Thanks to their shitty schedules, they had barely seen each other, had barely slept in the same bed for two weeks now. Hell, they weren't even fighting one another. The hero missed being cheered on by citizens. Fighting the villain was easily the most entertaining work experience they could have. "Give me ten minutes of your time if you're going."

"Ten? You think I'll still be able to jump from rooftop to rooftop after ten minutes with you?"

"I can be nice this once," the villain said. They opened the zipper of the hero's suit and like the hero had predicted, pushed their thigh up until the hero put their leg on the villain's shoulder. They pressed a kiss to the hero's lips, almost as sweet as their first one when they'd been teenagers. The hero smiled softly.

However, the hero's heart dropped once again as the villain pulled them closer, their lips brushing the hero's ear.

"Get on top, please," the villain purred. "Today, I want you to be mean to me."

"I need longer than ten minutes, though."

"Whaaat?" The villain rolled onto their back, pulled the hero on top and held them in place with a firm hand on the hero's lower back.

"As if you didn't know." They leaned down to kiss the villain.

Admittedly, the hero was starting to dip into workaholic territory every now and then. They had to remind themselves to rest. To sometimes say no when their boss begged them to work longer. Of course, the whole saving-the-world-dilemma crushed their conscience.

"Guilty," the villain mumbled and for whatever reason, that was the last straw. The hero repositioned themselves on the villain’s hips slightly, leaned forward and kissed their spouse hard enough to not only force some sweet sighs out of them, but also make the villain dip their hand between the hero’s thighs.

The hero could tell their spouse was smiling when their hand reached its intended destination. All the hero could do was grab harder, kiss longer and pray that the villain wasn’t going to make them beg as so often. They parted, both breathing heavily. The villain’s hand was still there and they seemed to go for another kiss, but the hero stopped them.

"Let me call my boss first,” the hero said.

"You're killing me here, do you know that?" The villain's smirk was playful and their hand moved, finding an even more delicate spot. The hero gasped, eyes wide, and it was clear to the both of them that the hero's brain was liquifying.

The hero needed a few seconds.

"…they'll send someone here," the hero said. "…in case I don't call…"

"Ah, having an audience isn't new to us." The hero punched the villain's shoulder playfully. However, their ears were burning.

"You're not funny," they said.

"Fine, fine. Just be quick, please." They put more pressure on the spot between the hero's legs to tease them and the hero moaned the villain's name, almost let it out like a curse word.

It was clear that the hero wouldn't be able to work tomorrow either.

[rekino2114]

Could you do a Nemona x S/O reader? Like one centering around it being their anniversary of them getting together. They gift Nemona a starter from their home region.

Celebrating your anniversary with nemona

There are very few things that nemona loves more than battling, but one of those is certainly you, the moment she spends with you are by far the best moments in her entire life, you just make her feel so loved and understood so she was incredibly hyped and happy to celebrate the anniversary of the day the two of you got together

She woke up excited and you could feel that every time she interacted with anyone, she could not go five minutes without mentioning you or that it was your anniversary. And it was even worse with you, she constantly mentioned how hyped she was for what you had planned but also didn't want to get the surprise ruined so she told you to not spoil anything

When the school day finished, you invited her to your dorm, and so she went to her own room to grab her gift and followed you. You told her to close her eyes and held her hand and then once you were in your room nemona opened her eyes and found you holding a pokemon in her face, she gasped and switched her gaze between the pokemon and your smile

"Y-y/n is that pokemon.....for me?"

"Yep it sure i-"

You didn't even finish speaking as nemona hugged you incredibly tightly before kissing you all over your face

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thaaaankkkk youuuu!!! I love you so much y/n I swear"

"O-ok calm down nemona"

"S-sorry I'm just so excited!"

Nemona broke the hug and started looking intensely at the pokemon you got her

"What species is it? I don't think I ever saw this type of pokemon in paldea"

"Well you'd be right about that, you know how I'm from another region right?"

"Yeah"

"Well I phoned an old professor I know and managed to get my hands on one of the starters from my home region, to be honest, I didn't really know which one you'd prefer so I just chose the one me and my rival didn't choose, I hope you don't mind"

"Babe I love this. It's so cute, and I bet it'll be super strong once I train it and it evolves"

Nemona turned towards the pokemon and leaned her head near it, smiling very widely

"You hear that little guy? I'll train you to be so strong and then me and y/n will get to have an actual starter vs starter fight, it'll be soooo awesome"

The pokemon got nervous at nemona's excitement and backed away while emitting its cry much to your girlfriend's disappointment

"C-calm down a bit nemona ok? Why don't you catch it first?"

You handed her a pokeball as she smiled

"Oh yeah of course, i-i hope it'll work"

You put a hand on her shoulder reassuringly

"I'm sure it will, and I'm even more sure that it will love having you as its trainer"

Nemona nodded and flashed you a determined smile before throwing the pokeball right at the pokemon which got engulfed in a blue light before being captured in it. The ball started spinning as nemona crossed her fingers and muttered under her breath

"Come on, come on, come on, come on"

The pokeball moved once....then twice...and then thrice and it finally confirmed that the capture was complete prompting nemona to hug you tightly again

"I-it worked....t-that means it likes me right?"

"Of course, I'm sure you'll do a great job training it"

"You can bet on it and we'll have so many battles to train it"

"Y-you're already thinking about that?"

"Of course"

You sweated a bit looking at her bright smile, you could practically see the fire in her orange eyes

"I....should have probably expected that"

"Hehe, you know how I am babe, but thankfully I know I have an amazing partner who can keep up with all of my battles"

"I definitely can, you know I love battling you almost as much as I love you"

Nemona blushed a bit and giggled before she got closer to you and you two kissed

"Hey y/n......I love you....getting with you one year ago...was the best choice I ever made"

"The same goes for me"

You two went for another kiss and as you hugged each other happy and basking in the warmth of the person you loved most

[notmorbid]

free love.

dialogue prompts from free love: a novel by tessa hadley.

i like men. i can't help myself.

it's time to try something new.

you're like an angel in a painting.

a world made by cowards would be a better place.

won't you stay over? we have a spare room.

you have to call me ____. everyone does.

romantic love is a western invention.

as you've seen my secret, i'll have to kill you.

i'm too serious. everybody says so.

i've never loved anybody before. not like this.

you should have more sense.

your feet are fucking freezing.

i probably come down on the side of not hoping for too much.

it's a botched old civilization, you know.

are you really so clever?

if christmas isn't over soon, i'm going to kill the children. it'll be in all the papers.

we could play truant. just drive off in all our finery with a bottle of scotch.

the atmosphere is certainly pretty weird.

i'm changing everything. my entire life.

you could still go home.

we don't choose our thoughts.

do you have a forwarding address?

you can tell me. i'm not a baby.

you're just making your way, like everyone else.

i have good instincts about people.

small talk makes the world go round.

hyperbole is usually closer to the truth of things.

i don't want to be saved. i want to be free.

it's the secretiveness i can't forgive.

so, what's it really like?

my brilliant brain has outgrown anything school has to offer.

i worked it out for myself.

you're out of your depth.

i can't think of a better way to bring up a child than in a community like this.

if i have a dream of the future, it doesn't involve men.

you're the least poetic person i've ever met.

i've never told anyone. have you?

if you aren't afraid, you aren't alive.

you're a natural-born detective.

you think you can get away with anything.

i can't believe you found me. how did you do that?

it's a bit of a change from home, isn't it?

i'm not happy all the time.

i did miss you. you'll never know how much.

everything's different here. i see everything differently.

it's so easy to break things. putting them together is long and slow.

i hardly recognized you.

i like the wrong sort. they're so much more fun.

what's wrong with happy?

are you allowed to be out here on your own?

do you know your way home? where is home?

i worry sometimes that i don't have opinions of my own. that i'm just waiting for someone to tell me what to think.

i want to see myself through someone's eyes.

they said you made it home unharmed.

you should've burned it if you didn't want me to find it.

i'm sorry for it, now that it's too late.

what a mess we've made between us, you and i.

it seems a long time since anyone's taken care of you.

old secrets poison everything.

my first loyalty is to you.

should i put on the kettle for tea?

i am studying, just not in school.

i've always thought there was something good between us.

nothing is where i remembered it.