#i’m nervous abt it… where will the fat go…

[housecow]

You at 620lbs..that's an interesting image.

can y’all imagine how big my tits would be. scary huge, heavier than i can lift myself

[churipu]

I love you so so much omg ur posts, ur content, un vibe everything. you’re so so nice and yet you have me crying over every single post because of how good this is. Like yesterday i had a whole debate talking to myself abt how good of a person you were and how the likes were not doing you justice.. usually I never send requests mostly because i’m scared they take a look at it and be like “you cannot be srs”. Idk if it makes sense but oh well😭😭

can i request u make a scenario where the reader is insecure and worried their partner is going to leave them for someone prettier but they dont say anything and just start to distance themselves from them from how big of a toll it was taking on the reader? thank you sm😭🫶🏽

YOU BEING INSECURE + JJK MEN

featuring. gojo satoru, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen x reader

warning. cursing

note. ANON YOU'RE SO SWEET OMG BRB SOBBING HAVE ABIG FAT KISS, and i love this request so much, you don't have to worry <33 thank you for requesting my love, sorry it took so long :')

GOJO SATORU. even if gojo didn't seem like the type to be aware of his surroundings — he is very much aware. behind those blindfolds and dark glasses, his eyes darts everywhere, making sure everything is fine. even if one small thing is different to his eyes, he'll notice.

so when you began distancing yourself from him, he notices off the bat. but decided to say nothing just to make sure of it, gojo did not want to jump into conclusions. it started off as you telling him that you're busy to go on dates, or even declining his offers when he wanted to come over to your place.

he didn't think much of it until it visibly worsened, you looked miserable. when he sees you, it was like the shine in your eyes have gone away — gojo didn't know what happened, but he automatically assumed that he was behind the disappearance of it. when he asks you if you were okay, you brushed him off with a forced out smile, and he was dying to push you to just tell him everything.

but he didn't. he was afraid that if he'd push you, it would spiral an argument. for a while, he was walking on eggshells around you, you were like a ticking time bomb ready to blow up at any minute.

it was gnawing internally in gojo's mind, what did he do? what happened to you? what happened to y/n?

his y/n.

so when shoko drops the bomb on him, asking if he had broken up with you. gojo was mortified, is that what it looks like to other people? him and you calling it off? he was terrified, scared, nervous. the strongest sorcerer. yeah — he was scared.

and so he felt like it was a now or never situation.

"y/n, can we talk?"

you grimaced at his soft voice, wondering if this is the part where he's had enough and decided he'd leave you. but you nodded your head, your mind was ready, you were ready to hear it, those words: "i want to break up with you."

"please talk to me. i can't do this whole...you avoiding me, tell me what's bothering you...please." the desperation in his voice was visible, almost as if he was in the verge of tears.

his cerulean eyes were filled with such hopelessness, one you've never seen even when he was fighting a curse. you widened your eyes and inhaled sharply, "i...i'm sorry, satoru."

that was all you managed to muster up and gojo was clueless, he needed more answers, he needed answers to why you were like this, "baby, i don't... is it me? did i do anything wrong to you? please tell me, don't run away.. let me make it up to you."

it pained you to see that he thinks it was him, when it was you behind this. you shook your head, "'s not you 'ts me."

and that made gojo even more terrified than he already is, a lot of questions spiraling in his mind, did you find someone else? did you get bored of him? were you finally breaking up with him because of his constant bothering? so many questions.

"i just...there're so many more people prettier than i am. i just can't stop thinking about it. you leaving and all. 'm sorry i distanced myself from you." when you said that, gojo felt like half of his questions were all useless and he felt a bit relieved to finally get an answer to his speculations.

gojo wasted no time pulling you into his embrace, he needed it, you needed it. both of you needed it just as much, you felt so small in his embrace, head buried into his chest. gojo didn't move a bit, fearing if he moved at all — you'd break, you looked so fragile and so dainty, it scares him.

"i..love you so much." was all he could say,

"'ts you, 'ts you that i love. it hurts me to hear you talk like that." you felt like shit, you really do — so you said nothing back, you kept your face hidden in his chest.

and gojo didn't pry you away, he just needed to be close to you, "sorry."

that was when he pulled away, "you don't have to be sorry, but please talk to me, 'ts not fair if we're happy together and you have to be sad alone.." you hated crying in front of people, especially gojo, and he knew that about you.

so when you cried in that moment, gojo knew this wasn't something light — he didn't need any more explaining from you, he was just there by your side the whole night. and the next day. the next week. month. year. both of you never spoke of it again.

he's in love with you and nobody could change that, he thinks you're the prettiest anyways.

NANAMI KENTO. nanami's eyes are always on you. nobody else. and everyone knows that.

everyone except for you, unfortunately.

usually he comes home and you were always there to greet him, with a hug and kiss. it was an inseparable combo he made a routine, but for the past couple of days — he hasn't been getting that.

instead, he was greeted with silence. and just from the second time, he knew that something was definitely wrong with you. he'll find you curled up in bed, under the covers like it was the only thing that mattered in the world; but he tries to see it as a sign of exhaustion.

nanami watches your every move, for the past couple of days. you have been out of it. to the point where it was plain obvious and nanami tries asking about it, but you tell him it was just because of the stress. a sweetheart he is, he tries telling you to get some rest from work — he'd even excuse you if it's needed, but you tell him that wasn't needed and that you were fine.

obviously lying. he could see it, smell it, hear it.

it was suffocating. everything was suffocating to you, it's like everything was slowly masticating on every fiber in your body. you wanted to just, drop down and cry but whenever you try to, you just end up sitting on the floor blankly staring at nothing.

it scares yourself sometimes how empty your eyes look.

you wouldn't be surprised if nanami didn't come back home one day because he's so fed up — that's what you've been planting in you. that nanami would leave you for prettier people, for people who don't overthink, people who are generally better than you.

"y/n?"

oh. you didn't even hear him come home, you sat on the bedroom floor trying to push yourself up. and you couldn't even do that, so when nanami opens the bedroom door, seeing you on the floor — he said nothing, not even a hello.

nanami just scoops you into his arms and lays you down on the bed mutely, his slender fingers brushing your hair, "i love you," he murmurs quietly.

that was enough to make tears dwell up at the corner of your eyes, and he said nothing, grazing your tears away, "'m sorry. 'm so sorry, kento."

nanami didn't understand why you were apologizing, he hushed you, cradling you in his embrace as you let your tears free fall, "why are you sorry?"

that's when it struck you, why were you apologizing?

nanami didn't question you any further but he held you close, pressing chaste kisses onto your forehead, "is something in your mind?" you nodded slowly, "do you want to tell me about it?"

you nodded, inhaling sharply, "i just don't feel pretty enough...i feel like you deserve better than me, ken."

nanami laced your fingers with his, kissing your knuckles, "why do you say such things?" you didn't answer him, and it just breaks his heart even more, "you're perfect for me."

his words fall into deaf ears, but you didn't continue saying your worries, you just feel like nanami gets a gist of it. nanami didn't leave your side, cradling you in his arms like you're the most fragile being, "i love you," he kissed your forehead, "so much," and he kisses your lips.

nanami makes sure to spend every second telling you how much he loves you, telling you how beautiful you are, and how you're the most perfect for him.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. he hates it when you ignore him without any explanations, he's told you before, "if you have anything to say, say it to my face, don't ignore me."

but this feels like something you couldn't tell him, how you feel. it's obvious that you were distancing yourself from him, when he calls you, you sometimes pretend like you didn't hear him — and when he confronts you later, you tell him that you just didn't hear his calls.

"you're ignoring me, hm?"

"what? no— i just didn't hear you calling out to me."

don't even try to lie to him because he will always confront you about it, he sees right through you and your lies. the second time you try to run away from him when he calls out to you, he wastes no time holding you in place; confronting you right at that moment.

"why're you running away, brat?"

"i...oh, i didn't realize you were here, ryo." sukuna clicks his tongue in mere annoyance — what a bad actor you are, it's so ridiculous sukuna wanted to just burst out into laughter.

"bullshit. why're you avoiding me?"

that was it. you were cornered just like that. sighing, there isn't any way out unless you tell him — sukuna just won't let you go unless you tell him everything behind your recent behaviors.

"just don't feel pretty enough for you," you mutter out, avoiding his sharp gaze, "i feel like you can do much better than me. you deserve better than me."

sukuna gave you nothing but a mere smirk, pushing his lips onto yours. god, he didn't want to admit it — but he hates the way you talk shit about yourself, if he could tell you everything that he loves about you, he would. but he didn't because he's a jackass (and he's too shy to tell you that).

"that's it?" that's it? that's it?

you were about to push him away when he gives you that glare of his, "which person has been making you think like that?"

"no one. me."

he flicks your forehead, "then stop."

if only it was that easy, you grumbled at his response, and said nothing else so you could just leave. but sukuna, despite his ignorant answers always makes sure that you never run away from him anymore, he's a lot more touchy than usual — and he (tries) to compliment you and your appearance.

keyword: tries

he fails at it though. but you gave him kudos for trying, that's all that matters, really. that he makes you feel loved.

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[justevelynnnn]

Random thought turned small imagine💀

Warnings: Pure NSFW (minors go away 🚫🚫)

A/N i wrote this in one sitting. I reallyyyy like dofp logan🙃 i honestly just type as i go.

just think abt dofp logan and his fat dick🤞🏾

like the first time you see it your mouth just drops. It’s more girthy than long but did that matter? Nope. Like it’s a literal thick ass sausage. And of course he knows how to use it.

You wonder where the hell he hides that thing but you also noticed he did kinda walk a bit funny. Maybe that was why.

Most girls are shocked on how thick it is so he’s used to your reaction. And when he pulls it out it’s already leaking pre-cum. Like it’s almost mesmerizing. And that vein.

You barely noticed he started slowly stroking himself to your reaction until he jokes open your mouth that’s still opened.

“Better close your mouth princess, before something flies into it…” He joked quietly.

Oh, you knew something you’d like to fly in your mouth right about now.

He bit his lip as you shifted, being jolted out your daze. You’re still wondering if that thing will even be able to fit.

You continue to stare at him as he jerked himself but also approached you. “Nervous?” He asked. You finally looked up into his eyes to see they were shining probably, not definitely, from lust. You just nod and look back down. He shifted his pants off already stepping out and motioned you to knell in front of him. A simple come hither motion.

That’s when you noticed his fingers were kinda thick too.

Fuck. You just need him really bad.

You’re already so wet from the anticipation. Now you’re face to face with this thing and you lick your lips. He’s a good, 5-6 inches. Which seemed so much more bigger because of the girth.

He moves his hand slowly from his cock and has a hand gently pushing the back of your head forward.

You carefully lick and kiss the glistening tip. There’s no taste honestly. Maybe a bit salty. You start to suck gently as you hear the man groan and quietly swear above you. As you take him more and more he starts to almost throat fuck you but he stops himself because he didn’t want to hurt you. Even if you have a good gag reflex he still takes some adjusting.

When you’re finally comfortable enough to reach the base and have your nose right up again this crotch he’s already close. He’s ready to finish. He’s more of a mess, barely behind able to stand. More vocal too.

He taps you twice to warn you but you don’t pull away. Suddenly, you taste him as he coats your mouth and throat with his cum. He grips the back of your head a bit hard as he holds you into place. When he looks down at you he sees you, mouth wide open, teasing him and smiling. The he watches you swallow.

“Damn.” Is all he can say, panting and in awe.

And fucking you is so much better. He stuffs you. It’s so so good the first few minutes especially. For both of you. You’re so tight around him and at first he thinks you’re clenching and tells you stop or he’ll cum too soon. Then you squeeze him for real and he pulls out immediately because he doesn’t really want a kid right now.

And for you, it’s like being filled up in the best way. You’re a mess only a few thrusts in. Truly addicted. Every position is wonderful.

He always came a lot too. Just spurts and spurts of white every-time. He really likes to paint your body when y’all are done. He doesn’t even care where he just likes finishing on you. Seeing you covered in him just gets him hard again most of the time and then it’s round 2 and 3 and 4…..

Either i need him really bad or i’m ovulating or both.

[al6nst]

hiiii I’m not sure if you’re accepting requests atm but if you are can I request soft sex w Ibara x afab!reader where it’s reader’s first tjme and they’re kunda nervous 😭😭 thank youuuu and pls feel free 2 delete

tumblr is abt to fuck around n find out... 😒

i do I want,, ibara saegusa

title creds so soo bin. mdni 18+

sketch info. soft sex, dom ibara, virginity loss, ibara has a nice cock lowk ive seen it haha, kissing, praise, probably ooc ibara, afab reader, size kink in length, aftercare is mentioned.

"Ibara...? I.. is this really happening?" You breathe shakily, your hands itching at your arms, lashing out on your skin. the pang of your heart was speeding up the more you thought until he held his hand to your forehead, stroking the top of your head softly. "Well, being able to hear your heartbeat wasn't fun, hm?" Ibara whispers into your ear bluntly, staring into your eyes as you stare off into his blue ones. Continuing to speak with a smirk, he says,"i know you're nervous, so dont force yourself."

standing in a corner in his neat yet romantic room, filled with candles and insence, his hands rest on your lower back, drawing small phrases into your soft skin. your breasts press up against his chest as you nod your head into him. "i.. i wanna keep going, im just scared, that's all." You sigh, clearly shaken up, yet you're still guiding his hands to your hips and whispering to the man, "i want this." It's stern and ever slightly so unsure. he laughs, clears his throat, and then kisses your forehead. He's pushing his glasses up with his index finger, chuckling at your desperation. "Sit down, yeah?" ibara has a smile so smug yet sweet drawn on his face, The corners of his lips lifted like a painting. you nod before looking for a suitable place to sit before he's behind you, interrupting your rising fit of despair. "On the bed, baby," ibara ushers you to said rose covered bed, pushing your frame ever so slightly, tipping you over like a domino. "its really a pleasure to be your first, yn. it makes me feel special, because i love you"

"condom or no?, its not—" he's abruptly cut off by your whining, shaking your head. "No, please, no condom." You huff, rubbing your thighs together. "Just dont hurt me... please?" Your hand dips into your bra, squeezing the fat nervously. "Okay, dont worry." Ibaras voice is serious as he struts over to you before sitting next to you and pulling you into a kiss, heated and sloppy. your eyes are wide when you're pulled away, and he searches for denial and discomfort on your face, and when a smile creeps up on you, he goes back in for a more romantic and calm kiss, spit slips from the side of your lips, and a string of it connects your swollen lips to his bitten ones. "Hah ha.. ah, more.." You continue, "i want.. i want your hands here." his hands are moved to your boobs, to your tummy, and to your soaked panties

"Here, yeah? you flinch every time i touch you here, hm!" Ibaras fingers stroke your clit through the damp cloth, prodding at your covered hole, "cute, you jump when i push down here–" you tremble as he pushes your covered hole, sensitive as ever. your face contorts into one seemingly unsatisfied, sweat drips down your temples as you grind into his hand. "Ibara, i want.. it." You bite your thumb, slowly pulling your underwear down, a string of your slick connected to the cotton or your panties. "Ah.. fuck, im still nervous." Ibara backs away and pulls his boxers down with haste, his lengthy cock springing from the confines of the thin fabric. "hey, ill start soon." he pushes your shoulders back, you're leaning on your arms as support, and your legs are spread wide. "Wait, it's really big.. hn.. ah" you stumble over your words as he drags his cock along your folds, his tip catching on your hole every time hed grind into you, causing quiet moans to slip from your lips. "is this alright for now? you're shaking, can you even tell?' ibara asks, his fingers tracing lines on your trembling thighs. you make a sound akin to a confused dog, realizing that you were, in fact, shaking. "uah.. im scared, i really am, but i want you.. i want this, all of it. " Your clammy hands reach around his neck and pull his down with you. You're on your back and hes on top of you.

his face is inches away from yours, magenta hair tickling your face, and he speaks with a sly tone. "How bold for someone like you, princess, very cute" Ibaras hips come to a stop, his hands come to his untouched cock slowly positioning it at your leaking hole. "Mm, brace yourself, I'll put it in now," you jump as his tip enters you, moanìng loudly. the more of him that enters you, the more you break, not even halfway, and you begin to cry. "It's too big, i.. i need a break! too much.. im sorry. " Your hands run down his back as he presses his chest to yours, "you're.. really tight, wow, such a good girl for taking it so far." After a minute of your heavy breathing, whines, and your fingers dug into his pale back, he begins to push deeper. "hah? its not.. its not all the way in yet? hngh.. noo, " you sob quietly, your hands covering your terrified eyes. "hngh, im gonna.. cum.. its so deep, so big, ill die..!" he rubs your clit, your slick beginning to cover his fingers, dripping down his cock andonto his thighs. ibara barely bottoms out, kissing your forehead as you tighten around him before you came pathetically. "hn.. agh.. so much.. It's filling me up..' Despite already being so overstimulated, you're so talkative, your voice shaky and obviously scared. "Should i pull out? you seem a bit out of it." he asks, kissing you gently, grinding his hips into you, his tip brushing against your cervix and knocking against your g-spot.

tears run down your face as you giggle, "no— oh, dont pull out! im sorry, you're just really too much for me!" begging for him, all of him. "Just move.. please, i wanna make you feel good, too. " Desperation is evident in your voice, you sweat, closing your eyes and alloeing tears to slip through the curtain of eyelashes. his hips reel back, thrusting into yours softly. "F-fuck!" You moan, "it's.. ghn.." your words fucked out of your mouth, replaced with gasps. "feels really good, right?" Ibaras hands squeeze and grope your breasts, pinching your nipples in his fingers. "and god, youre so warm." he laughs, kissing your tears away. you nod, its barely a nod, yet he understands anyways. your mouth is shaped into an 'o' as you grind into his accelerating thrusts. "uuh... Ibara, i love you.. i love you, hn.. i feel amazing." Your tangled your hands in his hair, pulling his face even closer, so his lips are touching yours. he shoves his tongue in your mouth when you moan, smiling into the kiss when you lock eyes with him, yours fluttering and tear filled, and his peircing blue eyes lidded and hazy, clearly feeling all the pleasure. your tongue sticks out of your panting mouth, drool spills from it, and onto your cheek as you turn your head. "Yeah.. youre cumming, right?" ibara asks, the slap of skin against skin echoing in his ears. his forearms rest besides your face, and he wraps your legs around his waist, lifting your lower half. "ah.. here?" he whispers, prodding at the spongy spot in your leaking cunt "hnngh!? ah.. its there!" your thighs quiver and your hole clenches when he rubs your clit, hes so deep— too deep. " ibara.. ibara, please, uuh.. too much, " you pant, head beginning to spin. and your stomach is beginning to tighten.

the sensual atmosphere causing intense pleasure, the smell of the candles warming your body even more. you shudder against the sweat stained sheets. "hn.. uhn.. oh god, im so close.. i—" You're grinding against his thrusts. "Yeah, you look like it, so pretty." his forehead is pressed to yours as he kisses you, his thrusts hitting deeper and going slower. You feel every vein on his long member against your melting walls. you groan, crying into the kiss. "uuh.. hah, im really.. uh.. fuck, ah!" your eyes go wide, pressing crescent shaped scars into his back as you cum, arching your back into him, perky nipples rubbing against his chest. "good girl, youre doing amazing! hngh... shh, let it all go" he talks you through an intense orgasm, finally reaching his peak when you tighten around him unexpectedly. "unh, yn! crap.. ah" he breathes, its shaky as his head falls into the crevice of your neck. ibara thrusts slowly, filling you with his cum, whining into your ear. mumbling into the air, "ibara.. im, i feel... tired. ", You let your hands fall to your sides as he lifts himself up. "Haha, me too. lets.. Let's get cleaned up, okay?" hes beautiful, his blue eyes staring down at you, his face flushed and sweaty yet still so composed. his hair is stuck to his forehead and the apples of his cheeks so nicely, and his adams apple bobs as he swallows, stepping off of the bed.

ibara waddles to the bathroom, "damn.. I'll get a bath ready, just.. hh, rest, " he said, and you heard the sound of running water before you closed your eyes, passing out in the blink of an eye

the end irritates me, not satisfied enough, but leave thoughts!

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

NGH I LOVE SAMI YAFFA. teehee srry anyhoo can you write a fic where Sami has a big fat crush on fem reader (who is a guitarist in a punk rock band and is somewhat famous) and he gets the opportunity to meet her and take a photo with her for the paparazzi. And he's all blushy and anxious and eventually after continuously bumping into her throughout the night he asks her out and fem reader says yes and Sami just internally dies from happiness. and maybe a scene where fem reader kisses Sami on the cheek and he just gets so happy and stuff because the girl he's had a crush on just kissed him on the cheek. Sorry if this is badly worded english is not my first language I still have grammar problems

You Think That We Look Pretty Good Together- Sami Yaffa

hiiii ☺️ ur english is perfectly fine! i hope u like this! i adore sami so im happy i get to write abt him (fem reader x sami yaffa)

let’s just say it was some kind of music festival thingy that hanoi and the readers band were playing, and one of the nights there was a little after party for all the acts and that’s where they met.

he was staying close to his band mates even after he saw you from a distance because he’s shy and seeing you there made him even more nervous. michael could tell he was acting even shyer than usual, and he confronts him.

“sami, what’s got you so on edge?” he caught sam’s attention, causing him to jump slightly and retract his focus away from where you were sitting with your own band.

“uh, i’m just… i’m tired.”

“no, what else.” michael scoffed, putting a hand on his shoulder and softening his voice.

“yeah, what’s up with you sami?” nasty intervened. sami tried hard not to give himself away to his band mates, worrying they’d make fun of him or embarrass him by getting your attention and making a big deal out of it. he really did try to refrain from staring at you as much as possible. but you were wearing a quite eye catching dress and he accidentally glanced your way, both michael and nasty quickly understanding what was going on.

“sami! do you have a little crush?” michael raised his eyebrows, sounding surprised. sami swallowed nervously and his face went red. michael chuckled and covered his mouth with his hand. nasty side eyed michael, hitting his shoulder, causing mike to silence himself.

“listen, do you wanna talk to her?” nasty asked seriously, looking into sami’s eyes. he nodded hesitantly. “then just go up to her, ask her her name, compliment her. it’s easy.” nasty reassured him. sami exhaled and nodded, his confidence slowly building up despite his nerves.

“so are you gonna do it?” michael asked. sami looked over in your direction again, making sure you weren’t too busy talking to other people.

“yeah. yeah i will.” michael cheered and nasty gave him an encouraging pat on his shoulder. sami took another deep breath before turning around and walking over to get a drink on the way to where he saw you. he felt like having a cold bottle in hand would help calm him. as he was walking he wondered if he started wondering if he looked alright or if he was walking weirdly. the thoughts vanished along with everything else nasty told him as advice as soon as you looked up at him. his jaw loosened and his eyes widened when he realized he had the spotlight.

“uh, hi.” he almost stuttered. you smiled friendly and returned the greeting. “i’m… sami…” he continued, starting to trail off as he lost confidence and considered turning his ass around and dragging himself back to the rest of his own band.

“hey sami.” you repeated, looking into his eyes that you thought were so pretty by first glance. “i’m y/n. this is my band.” sami looked at the other musicians sitting at your table, repeating your name under his breath.

“hey, you’re in hanoi rocks, aren’t you?” he smiled and nodded. “i’ve seen you guys before when you were in england.” he couldn’t help but smile proudly and chuckle a little and blush.

“this year?”

“yeah, only a few months ago, right?” you and sami kept chatting for a little while and ended on a positive note before you went to go get pictures. sami smiled wide as the sun and strolled back to mike and nasty, looking completely out of it. he leaned against the wall and sighed.

“did you do it? did you ask her out?” michael asked excitedly. sami snapped out of his thoughts, realizing that he never did ask for your number or anything.

“shit.” he pinched the bridge of his nose in disappointment with himself. michael’s face fell slightly.

“she’s still here y’know…” nasty reminded him, taking a sip of whatever drink he had. sami sighed and found himself looking for you in the room again.

“it’s fine.” he decided. so the night went on, the sky not getting any darker and the drunkenness only getting more evident among everyone at the event.

at some point, you ran into sami once again, this time unintentionally. and you quite literally bumped into him, both of you slowly losing your sense of awareness after so many drinks.

“oh! hi, sami!” you smiled, eyes widening as he turned around to see you giggling. he blushed and smiled nervously again.

“hey, y/n.” he said quietly as a soft smile returned to his face. he realized he had been given another chance to ask you out, and he had no intention of forgetting. “oh, there’s something i meant to ask you-” he fumbled with whatever bottle he had in his hand now, stuttering. but you cut him off, something you wouldn’t have done if you were fully sober, by saying:

“sami, you’re so sweet, you know?” you took his hand, still giggly. he blushed bright red at the contact.

“uh- thank you.” his voice somehow got even quieter and he looked down, incapable of hiding his smile any other way. “but listen, do you think we could maybe go out sometime? i mean- would you want to, ‘cause if you don’t then-” you interrupted his nervous rambling with affirmative words, just what he needed.

“of course i would like to, sam.” you were smiling as wide as him now, looking into his eyes with the same adoration he had in his. he laughed excitedly. you turned your head from him to a voice who was calling your name once again,

“oh, i think i’ve got to go.” you got really close to him, making him almost panic, and kissed his cheek softly while pressing a napkin into his hands, which, as he would later understand, had your phone number written on it. he felt hot even after you left him standing against the wall, watching you disappear into a crowd for the last time that night, sighing happily.

[butchyeons]

THE 3MIX FIC… ITS SOOO GOOD 😭😭😭 i really love the au and was wondering.. do you have any picture references on how they look / how you imagine them in the fic? or any hcs? i’m starving for more knowledge on them… 🤍🤍

omg tysm!!! i have sm to say abt this au ah. Ah!!!! i don’t have any picture references but as for hcs in general, here’s some

general stuff:

najeong are in their mid 30s (old to them) and jihyo just turned 30 (old to her)

jihyo is a traveling nurse (obv), jeongyeon is the head foreman of a construction company, and nayeon used to be an elementary teacher before her accident

najeong are high school sweethearts who got married pretty early (their early 20s) while nayeon was still in college. they both just kinda knew they were the one. and then when jihyo showed up, they knew she was also the one

they love each other so much it’s stupid

ok i’ll put the rest under a read more bc this post will probably be super long bc i rlly have. so much to say abt this au it’s crazy!!!! i rlly love the three of them so bad

jihyo:

as for appearances, i guess she’s like… imagine the futchest picture if jihyo ever but take away the boobs LMAO she hasn’t had surgery (she wants it, but it’s just a lot of recovery time) yet. she’s gotten some ffs, which was A Lot on her so she’s nervous abt doing anything else

she’s the shortest of the three- which pisses her off but najeong loves it abt her

she is on the autism spectrum just undiagnosed

she has a lot of sensory issues, esp when it comes to food or clothing

she has a weighted blanket that she uses a lot- she brings it with her when she has to go out on call. she doesn’t need it at home bc nayeon and jeongyeon always cuddle her while she sleeps so she’s good

her love language is touch! she’s almost always attached to najeong when she’s home. it’s shocking to her how much she loves physical contact with them, because she was mostly touch repulsed before they got together

her favorite food ever is kimchi stew (more specifically the one nayeon makes), so they eat it a lot while she’s home

she loves her job a lot even if it’s stressful sometimes. she had always wanted to be a nurse and to work with kids, so she loves getting to do it. she has a rlly strong desire to help people

she doesn’t talk to her family much anymore. sometimes her parents will message her to check in. they don’t even know about her relationship with najeong- and jihyo probably won’t ever tell them

she doesn’t experience a lot of dysphoria anymore. at first, she really did. but over the years it’s gone away- najeong take such good care of her and reassure her so much that it helped her a lot. she’s doing the best mentally that she has been in a really long time thanks to those two

she was much more femme when she first met najeong. but over time she became a futch- the clothes are just more comfortable. najeong don’t hold her to a single expectation when it comes to how she presents, so she doesn’t hold herself to one anymore either

she chose to take estrogen shots over pills because they were weekly. the pills were daily and she knew she might not always remember to take them. nayeon helps her with them now. jihyo isn’t scared of needles by any means, but she really appreciates having someone there with her. sometimes jeongyeon is there too, but her work schedule has her out of the house early so she’s not there all the time (as much as she wishes she could be)

jeongyeon:

she’s the tallest of the three. she has short hair- short on the sides but kinda long on the top (nayeon actually cuts it for her!). her skin is also pretty tan from working outside all the time. she’s also got a lot of scars from where she’s accidentally hurt herself at work LMAO she can be kinda clumsy. she’s got a stocky build, but it’s mostly muscle. she likes her tummy fat though. she calls herself a little bear

nahyo have to Fight her to put on sunscreen. she insists she doesn’t need it but they still force her to put it on every morning

she bathes like a man. uses bar soap on her damn face with no skincare routine. used to use two in one shampoo/conditioner before she met jihyo. but of course she’s the one with the best skin out of all of them

she likes to tease and play around a lot but it’s her way of showing she loves them

her love language is acts of service. she does most of the heavier tasks around the house. jihyo helps, too, but it’s mostly jeongyeon. she refuses to let nayeon lift a finger most days- and she was like that long before the accident. she can be that way with jihyo, too- but jihyo is so stubborn and will do shit even if jeongyeon insists she can do it

she runs hot. her body is so warm and she sweats so damn much that she has to take two showers a day (which is probably why, despite everything, her skin is so clear)

she secretly has been wondering about going on t. she’s always struggled with feeling a disconnect to her body (nahyo knows this), and she thinks being on testosterone would alleviate some of that. she’s perfectly okay with getting called masculine terms- in fact she kind of prefers them. her gender rlly is just butch, and she takes a lot of pride in it. but testosterone rlly appeals to her. this might get explored in a future fic!!

she’s never shaved a day in her life LMAO and that will probably never change. nahyo loves it about her. she has a natural happy trail

she can be bad about bottling her emotions up. usually she’s the “strongest” of the three- she rarely cries, and when she does it gets the other two worked up. her biggest flaw is that she struggles with communication sometimes. she doesn’t like being too vulnerable, but she’s working on it

she went to trade school right out of high school- she couldn’t afford college, plus she’s always liked working with her hands. she loves her job even if it’s hard. she has a lot of energy despite how much she uses every day

she wants to seem so tough and scary but rlly she’s a giant softie. only for her girls though. but she also isn’t afraid to get physical with anyone who threatens them. in high school she spent a lot of time in detention because she would get into fights over nayeon so often

nayeon:

i’d say she looks closest to how she did during more & more if you just added a few years of age on her, lmao. she keeps her hair at her shoulders. she looks good for her age though! a lot of people mistake her for being the youngest of the three

she’s partially disabled due to the accident. she’s actually on a form of disability because of it. she can’t stand for long periods of time without being in pain- her leg was broken so bad that they were even considering removing it if the surgeries didn’t go well. it basically had to be rebuilt. she still struggles a bit with mobility, especially standing up. sometimes she has to use a cane. her joints bother her when it rains, and she takes meds for it

she’s really scared of driving now. even though the accident wasn’t her fault and nothing could have been done to stop it, she’s still scared. so she stays home a lot. when she gets exceptionally stir crazy, the three of them will go out to the park that’s down the road from their house. since she’s still scared of cars, she only goes out if jeongyeon or jihyo is driving- after a lot of convincing

she’s been diagnosed with ptsd because of it, and she struggles with it sometimes. she has nightmares about it a lot

jeonghyo love to spoil her omfg. jihyo especially buys her a lot of gifts (jeongyeon lowkey hates gifts, but she shows her love in a lot of other ways). she is literally their princess- and she can be a spoiled brat but they adore that about her

she’s been considering doing online teaching again. since she recovered, she spends a lot of time at the house. she usually does the basic tasks- laundry, light cleaning, cooking. she’s the self proclaimed housewife and she really loves it! but she rlly misses teaching a lot

her love language is words of affirmation. she is very communicative, always telling jeonghyo just how much she loves and cares about them.

her meds make her a heavy sleeper. she nods off a lot without meaning to.

she was actually the one who noticed jihyo first. she had her eyes on her the entire night- kept talking about her to jeongyeon. they’d never done anything like it before, but when they saw jihyo, they knew they couldn’t let her leave without saying something. and we all know how that worked out

she loves singing. oftentimes she’s singing or humming to herself. she has a rlly pretty voice, and jeonghyo love to listen to her sing

she would actually love to have kids, but she never could. her and jeongyeon actually did try in vitro, but it ended as a miscarriage- which was how she found out she couldn’t have kids. it was hard for her. jeongyeon even offered to try and carry- but nayeon knew she didn’t want to, and didn’t want to put her through that. they’ve talked about adoption a few times. jihyo is up for it, but with her job it would be hard for her to always be present in their kids life. plus since nayeon’s accident, it would be even more difficult for her to raise a baby. now that they’re older, it’s more of a passing fun thought. for now, they’d love to get a dog or cat (which might also be a future fic)

ok phew i’ll cool it for now. i have nsfw hcs of them too LMAO so if you’re interested in that too just lmk and i’ll make another post. tysm for asking about this, i’m rlly attached to this au already and i’d love to talk about it more!! i’m sure i’ll write more for them in the future

[cherienymphe]

OKAY so I’ve been invited out by my friend to go out next weekend with people who removed me from their group chat?? I don’t know whether to go because I haven’t been out in donkeys years but the fact that my friend’s friends removed me from their group chat pissed me tf off. I literally did nothing to them but they talk abt people all the time so I’m nervous if I go they’ll spend the night whispering about me when I’m trying to catch up with my friend. How do I be a confident bad bitch in that scenario? I’ve got terrible self confidence because I’m fat and ugly (obvs my perception of myself but Im trying to work on that) and I’m super awkward as a result. I want to be able to be assertive and not take any shit from anyone without seeming like a bitch in the process. If you don’t mind me asking, are you confident, and if you are (which you seem like you are), how do you find the confidence in yourself? I’m only 20 so I’m still not fully developed yet lol so I guess everything is heightened. But I have good self awareness I think.

Ummm I need to know if your friend knows they removed you bc if your friend does, I literally wouldn't even go lol (bc why would she want to put you in an uncomfortable situation?). Now if she doesn't, and it's really a situation where you know you haven't done anything to them, I would just go and associate with the people you don't have an issue with. Literally just smile and say hi and keep it moving and wouldn't even acknowledge them outside of that unless they acknowledge you first. Idk how to explain it but they clearly want to act like you dont exist so do the same

[l1nussf4ngs]

TW

little update that no one’s gonna read but eh. it’s the second week of skl and i’ve already missed three days in a row just because. tomorrow i’m going back to skl and i’m rlly nervous. my parents are acting like it’s an absolutely tragedy and are taking me to a therapist and a psychiatrist. on the first week of skl we did the fitness pacer test and i came out first which basically means last (the worst score) i’ve gotten the worst score almost every year so it wasn’t a surprise but this year it was worse than any other year ever. this girl who’s overweight and does zero exercise who i wanted to beat beat me. i thought i had bettered my stamina not to mention yesterday i ran a whole kilometer with barely any breaks (ik it’s not a lot but it’s a lot for me). i go to practice 3 times a week but other than that i don’t do any exercise that i promised myself i’d do except for occasional sit ups. i will get back to it soon even thought in two days it’s my birthday party and i’m gonna eat a lot i’m gonna get back on track with that cause i haven’t been eating much anyway due to all the stress. i had some chocolate yesterday but other than that my eating is okay though nowhere near where i want it to b. my weight is still between 46 and 45 tho closer to 45 i’m starting to get so fucking mad it decided to plateau at 45 and hasn’t changed for so long like what is this a checkpoint. anyway my bras now fit at their tightest when i wore them at their loosest a week ago and they still felt tight. i’m super confused about this since i haven’t lost any weight but ig i might b building muscle?? im rlly happy abt the bra thing and the fact im not as bloated anymore but my face is still rlly fat and overall i wish the process was faster. Anyone got any tips to get out of the plateau w/o passing out?

[museswooo]

odiego :/

where was their first date ?:

their first unofficial date was the second time he ever cooked for her. unofficial ‘cause in his mind it was a date, and he treated it like such (for her prob just a booty call fr). second time ‘cause the first he just cooked for them after s*x, ‘cus aftercare is important <3. he didn’t have to do much guessing as to what her favorite things were anymore; he’d just paid attention. obviously, it was at his place— away from everyone since she’s extra. he made a bit more effort without noticing, like... fat ass burgers, but make it fancy ✨ was probably a bit nervous like, you cannot screw up burgers and fries, but if he did... no he dident </3

what my muse would do to cheer your’s up:

diego would do just about anything to cheer her up, tbh. i think one of the things he resorts to the most is physical touch, like everything is with them. playing with her hair, massages, being so silly it’d make her crazy, obvi. 

who wakes the other up with kisses ( and where ) ?:

they both do. i think he did it more in the beginning when odette still had her reservations about liking such a meaty, sexy man, but odette def has issues now (h*rny). diego’s go-tos are her shoulders, neck, jaw, general face area. and i’m sure odette has taking a liking to his chest... lmao!

who would pour water on the other to wake them up ?:

odette. especially if she’s a mood 😭

how my muse would wake your’s up:

face between her le—

who would start a food fight while baking or cooking ?:

odette. ‘cus he takes cooking seriously wtf! all nicely measured, all lowkey tidy... he’d still play along.

who would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies ?:

diego. potd rocks.

who said i love you first and how ( or when ) did they say it ?:

yikes! no one’s said it yet, but diego’s gonna be first. just watch. freakout incoming...

who would get into a physical altercation over the other ?:

diego’s last resort would be violence, tbh. he’s had enough of that! and odette almost sets him on fire for posting shirtless pics, so i fear it’s not him.

who insists on purchasing a pet together ( and what kind of pet ) ?:

diego jr. already exists, so! but def diego, if he wanted another one. he’s an animal lover, sue him! he’ll show up 

who is louder ( in and out of bed ) ?:

i actually dk. we’ve definitely discussed they can be quiet, but i think they’re loud enough that someone in the same household can hear them, but not enough so they get neighbor complaints. some ppl should take notes! 

who takes more risks ( in and out of bed ) ?:

odette, maybe? he’d be down for anything she’d wanna try, but he’s more than okay with the way things are rn.

who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first ?: 

hopefully neither!? it’s not a word he deems sexy, tbh... like (RIGHT NOW THIS SECOND) he does not want to be anyone’s father, pls.

what is their shared, favourite kink ?:

no kinks for them! unless odette suggests <3

describe their typical kiss:

they kiss with their entire bodies, if that makes sense. diego’s almost always taking her clothes off as they do, hehe.

how my muse shows their love for yours:

physical touch and cooking, again. deleting apps, posting clothed selfies.

their favourite ways to give affection:

keep y’alls hands away from each other, will you, lmfao!

who is more dominating ?:

i’d say odette? but that’s for reasons everyone knows. diego just likes to have a good time, so he doesn’t care abt much.

who sings in the shower ?:

diego. and yes, it’s the enchanted song. xd

who washes the other’s hair in the shower ?:

diego :3 and he’s very gentle!

who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush ?:

odette. 

who teases the other under the table at dinner with the family ?: 

idk, mads help ME! ‘cause at this point in life, he would not try shit if he’s invited to dinner, assuming ava would be there!? and odette’s a hag, like come awn... unless? 

who has the weirder taste in music ?:

diego, def.

who would initiate dancing in the rain ?:

diego, again. he likes dancing. he’s going to make her dance everywhere they go together.

who would be the one to suggest marriage ?:

my man right here. i think the second marriage seems like an option, he’d ask. like, hey, wanna go to las vegas real quick, it’ll be fun! :D

what would they name their children ?:

something latine? i think he’d prefer that after odette turns down all his anime related alternatives. 

who would their children take after more ?:

odette. like, he likes himself enough to want their kids to be kinda like him, but he likes odette more. 

[daftpatience]

got a cane cus my booba so huge that theyre uhh making my spine bad

i talk abt my booba hurting my bones under the cut

so! im currently a 40 M and my breasts weigh over 12lbs! this means my back hurts a LOT. all the time. i wanna go over how this affects my body cus i bet some folks would find it interesting and i like talking about myself lol

ive had xrays of my spine and it’s pinched in the mid back area because i lean backwards a bit when standing to counterbalance the weight of my breasts. my hips are also extremely tight in a weird area that’s hard to relieve. the pinch in my spine and my fucked up hips are from my body trying to compensate for the weight of my breasts.

if i don’t wear a bra, all the strain feels as though it’s in my neck and i get really bad headaches radiating from there up through my head, every day. i cannot do any tasks that require me to stand with my arms out for any length of time (like doing dishes) because the pain in my upper back gets unbearable instantly!

if i do wear a bra (and i only wear ones without underwires), the neck pain is gone but it all relocates to my shoulders. i’m able to do more physical activities, but it gets really irritated under my breasts and the buildup of pain on my shoulders becomes unbearable over time.

when i’m sitting my breasts also pull me down into a hunch, and it’s difficult and painful to sit up straight. i also can’t bend over to pick up things. it hurts less to crouch than to bend from the hip, but still hurts. my family’s also got some genetic shitty knee thing that i should really get looked at so my knees like to give out on me a lot. i get this not-so-often blindingly sharp pain in one knee if i stand up from crouching! aaa. i almost forgot about that while writing this.

due to all that, after a few hours of walking, lifting, or anything that’s physical, i end up in serious hip/back pain at the end of the day. i do what i can to help recover, i use cold packs and painkillers, but i’ve often lost sleep from the pain. there isn’t much i can do for a job if i can’t bend over :( sometimes i’m bedridden for a whole day or more from this. its been this way for a good three years or more? i can’t remember that well!

cue the cane: helps me bend over! i was surprised that it also helps me walk around as i wasnt expecting it to do much for me, but i feel like i have a lot more energy since getting it AND i havent gotten out of bed in excruciating pain once since ive been conscious about not bending over without the cane! im flabbergasted and happy. i should have gotten one a long time ago. i’m also nervous that i’m visibly disabled - i’m fat and gnc so the amount of people that are gonna see me as a target for isms and phobias just went up. it’s scary to stand up for yourself and your needs.

i wonder if there’s some underlying chronic pain or weakness thing i’m dealing with, cus that’s a lot just from some heavy tits, but we’ll see after they’re gone if my whole body still hurts ;w; most of the bad things seem to radiate from the boob weight. my knees might be another story.

im lucky that where i live breast reductions are free if they're considered medically necessary, and im lucky that my doctor recommended i get one instead of just telling me to lose weight (theyre so disproportionately large that i can’t imagine it would help, plus i like my body size and hate diet culture and medical fatphobia) by god am i chopping these things off of me asap. ive got surgery vaguely in the fall (still need a confirm call from the surgeon)  so everyone wish me luck lol

[spencermyangel]

i love your writing! could you write smth where spencer is insecure abt his weight gain after prison?

Thank you for the request :)

CW - Weight mention, Weight joke.

Spencer didn’t even really notice he gained weight until his clothes started getting tight, but when he did notice he felt awful. He had alway been skinny and never really had to worry about his weight, but now all of a sudden he had some extra pudge. He was most self conscious about his tummy, he hoped no one else noticed how his cardigan’s started to stretch over it.

Reid was getting coffee when Rossi joined him,

“Spencer. Excited for Christmas?”

Spencer nodded absentmindedly, stirring his sugar into his coffee.

“Well, I better start to find your yearly cardigans, but it looks like I might need to get you a bigger size this year.” Rossi joked, reaching out and patting Spencer’s tummy. Spencer froze, a blush spreading across his cheeks. Rossi didn’t notice, already walking back to his office.

Spencer walked slowly to his desk, his thoughts racing. They do notice, he thought, do they think he’s fat now? Spencer looked down at his stomach and placed a hand on his tummy, hating how it had a softness to it and pudged out slightly.

*

“Hey, Spence” JJ came up to him later that day “do you want to go get lunch with me?”

Spencer nodded and got up, sucking in his stomach, not wanting JJ to notice his weight gain too.

They sat down at the small diner they had decided to eat at, JJ ordering the plate of fish and chips they usually ordered to share and their favourite milkshakes. JJ noticed Spencer looked slightly upset as she ordered.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” JJ asked.

“I um- I was just thinking I should order a salad” Spencer responded, slightly unsure.

JJ furrowed her eyebrows “A salad? Why?”

Spencer blushed, fidgeting with his fingers “I uh… I just felt like it.”

JJ looked at him doubtfully “if you ‘just felt like one’ why are you acting so nervous about it?”

Spencer’s eyes darted up quickly at JJ before looking down again and quietly asking “do you think I need to go on a diet?”

JJ looked shocked “Spence… Why would you think that?”

Spencer hunched over more, as if he was trying to make himself smaller. “I’ve gained weight, and don’t tell me I haven’t, my clothes are getting tight and Rossi noticed.”

JJ paused considering what to say “You don’t need to go on a diet, it’s okay that you’ve gained weight, Spencer. There is nothing wrong with your body, you can buy some bigger clothes if your clothes are tight”

Spencer shrugged sadly “I just… I’ve always been skinny and now I have this extra weight, and I… I don’t like my body like this.”

JJ sighed “Spence, your body is perfect the way it is. You’re healthy, and you do not need to lose any weight. You look good just the way you are”

Spencer looked up shyly “are you sure?”

JJ nodded, reaching out to hold his hand “I’m sure.”

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[kanmom51]

hi, genuinely curious, why do you think you know so much about bts’s personal lives? like just shipping real people in general that you don’t now personally, bc i saw some of ur posts(not just u, a LOT of others seem to think the same) and i’m confused like how do you know all that from a video/photo?

Ask 2:  hi i think i might have sounded rude in my last anon and im so so sorry if i did, i don’t mean to sound mean but english isn’t my first language and i don’t now how else to write it.

What i mean is i just can’t see it, but so many ppl including you seem convinced jimin and jungkook are a couple? i now there’s probably something i’m missing that’s obvious to everyone else bc to me they just seem like really good and close friends, so like what is it that you think makes it obvious?? (again i’m just genuinely curious abt this pls don’t take it the wrong way 💜)

I’m not clairvoyant and don’t claim to know what goes on behind closed doors.  I have said time and time again that we have no way of knowing what goes on when the cameras are off or when they are in private, unless they tell us.

I do speculate sometimes and make assumptions based on the content I’ve seen, but always original content, and not edited clips.  

I have also made it clear every single time that these are my opinions and conclusions, take them or leave them.

There is a ton of BTS content out there to go through, which includes, just as an example (because there is so much more):  Run BTS episodes, interviews (video, written and radio), member Tweets, memories, Bon Voyage, packages (summer, winter), Bangtan bombs, fan meets, Musters, concerts etc.

You need to watch original content, because, and it saddens me to say this, there is some Jikook YT content that is distorted, edited, slow motioned to fit the story, and not all of it is ‘real’ in the sense, that if you see the original content, see the true moment within it’s context and in real speed, well, it isn’t a ‘real’ moment.  I have called out some of those moments in the past.

But there are things you can’t fake.  

There a several moments that solidified for me the special connection between JK & JM.  

Watch original content over the years and you will see there is something special between those two, a special and strong connection.  JK clearly finds JM as someone he can confide in and someone that can calm him or console him in times of need.  He has said it in interviews and we have seen him do so in the content out there.

JM is JK’s anchor.  His safe place.

JK is JM’s happy place.  When JM is down JK is the one who knows how to cheer him up.  Even Jin had mentioned it once in an interview.

JK is JM’s protector in sorts.  We’ve seen them at the airports, we’ve seen him carry JM after concerts.

They are super close.  We know they constantly choose to travel together in the same car (when every member has their own car and they are the only ones together)...  They choose spend ‘off time’ together - bowling, going to watch a movie, ice skating with each other.  JK himself told us in BV4 that the only members he sae during their time off were JM & Hobi.  They are just super close.

So what made me make the one step further and conclude they are romantically involved?

There are several things that pushed me over the edge.  Some of them are:

First, the content, again.  There is content out there that is way beyond “we are very close platonic friends”.  Things they say or do in front of the camera that give you so much “we are a couple” vibe. 

There is content that makes you feel like you are intruding on a very intimate private moment: 

MAMA 2018 is one of them.  I can’t say one, because there are so many moments there that are “WOW, what’s going on here?”

Rose Bowl is also such a moment that is as clear as day, with no acceptable logical explanation other than: “there is something more between those two”.  

Those are only 2 examples, but there are many more such moments, where the intimacy level is way more than even the best platonic friendship out there.

You don’t need to be a rocket scientist to put 1 & 1 together here.  These moments are loud and clear.

There are the more subtle moments too, those that add up on you, those that if you will look at each of them by themselves you would say: “yeah, nothing here”, but when you put them together, another one and another one and another one, well the conclusion is pretty much clear.

It’s JM’s Tweets, their matching clothing over the years, their choice to spend time together, their private trip, GCFT, JK’s choice to put JM front and center in all his other GCF’s, the way they look at each other, the way they talk about each other, the two very famous lives from 2016 (Tae’s & Hobi’s), their own lives (OMG), things JM tells us (like waking up and seeing JK is what makes him happy these days), “you are me I am you”,  the way they touch, especially during the first few years (2016-2018), those hesitant light touches & brushes (if skinship is not an issue here, why do they hesitate so much to touch each other??? when they have no problem doing so with the others, all when we do know just how close they are), the way they talk to each other, they way JK lets JM get away with shit, while he doesn’t the other members, the way JK drops honorifics with JM +++++ so much more.

There another couple of independent points that helped to push me over the edge too.  

The first is the other members reactions when JK & JM go on with their shenanigans.  RM, Hobi, Jin, Suga & Tae all react differently, each and every one of them has a tell.  Suga and Tae go blank many times.  Jin lowers his head.  Hobi either had a worried look on his face or a big fat smile, and RM, well he’s the most obvious out of the lot.  It’s facial expressions, uneasy movement, fisting his thighs, looking to Hobi or Suga with pleading eyes, running to the two thinking he might have to defuse a moment, separating the two when he feels it’s needed.  It’s all that and then some.  Now if there is nothing ‘more’ going on between those two, why is all of that even necessary???  Those two’s interactions on camera just make the rest of the group nervous, especially RM.  Ask yourself the question: why??  

Another thing I keep asking myself is, if these two are clearly super close, why is there a constant need to downplay their closeness?  This is something that is done by BTS and BH as well as the fandom.  And I find it hard to understand, again, if there is nothing extra going on between them, why downplay them.  You may disagree with me on this, but to me it seems they are way closer than JM & Tae, but they are called ‘soulmates’ while JK & JM are ‘nothing’? It’s like they are there, and it’s clear as day just how close they are, but it’s not a subject they are allowed to talk about.  And the way the fandom is as much as ignoring it also raises so many questions for me.  If this is an innocent platonic close friendship, why ignore it?  How come the fandom isn’t celebrating it? 

Thing is, that not only does the fandom ignore their connection, they are being hated for it.  The level of anti and hatred  out there towards them is unbelievable.  And yet again, that raises the question of why?  If nothing is going on there why such anti towards those two, together, in particular?

At the end of the day, I guess life experience is probably what helps me out here.  I have been around for a while, experienced love and heartbreak, and also a long term relationship. I know the signs, you could say.  It helps being able to assess a situation and read into it.  

It’s ok to question yourself.  I do so constantly.  I watch and re-watch content.  I read interviews, I question my logic, my conclusions.  I, just like any normal person, do have self doubt at times.  Believe me, I would not have written what I have before checking and re-checking myself.  And still, these are my conclusions.  I believe that JK & JM are not only super close, but also romantically involved.  There you have it.

[nastyatticman]

If Slashers had horny Tumblrs...

What it says on the tin! HC post for if Jason, Bubba, Brahms, & Billy (Lenz) had their own tumblrs for horny content. (18+ only)

If you like these, feel free to send a request for other characters if you want :D

Contains : adult content, discussions of kink & brief mention of sexual harassment

Jason Voorhees

Very barebones bio that gives some basic info - his age, his gender/pronouns, and a warning this blog contains adult content. 

Doesn’t get updated often, and it’s usually all at night. Mostly consists of content he reblogs from different creators (artists/sex workers, etc)

Don’t expect a fancy theme or anything - he only uses his phone for horny content since he shares a computer with his sweet old boomer mom.

A good mix - largely pictures people post of themselves or art he likes. Sometimes he’s in a Mood and reblogs a bunch of very specific kinky posts - text posts with affirmations from doms, risqué art, gif sets of people in gear.

He doesn’t have a huge following or anything, just a handful of mutuals and spam bots he doesn’t clear out frequently. But when he posts anything he thinks could be too intense he makes sure to tag it with warnings, just in case.

Sometimes leaves little compliments for people - he’s usually too shy to message people directly but he’ll reblog their posts and say nice things in the tags. Nothing too forward, usually things like “you look so handsome here!” 

Bubba Sawyer

Makes sure not to put any identifying info but he usually puts his age/vague age range (“in my 30s”) because people ask for that.

A collection of stuff he likes, mostly pictures or gifs or the odd video or audio post. 

A lot of mostly vanilla content - again, what turns him on, what he can jerk it to easily. Stuff he can focus on when he’s really trying to get off. I feel like he’s more likely to reblog a gif set of people just going at it or pictures of a hot person in lingerie or cute undies than anything with too much of a kink/fetish focus. But not always.

I’m not sure if our Bubba can read/write very well so I can’t see him reblogging or writing long text posts, but there will be a few short ones here and there. 

He’s a little too nervous to post intimate pics publicly but I can see him on a very very confident day posting pics of just his hands after seeing people talk abt how they like strong hands.

Again, doesn’t write a lot, so he doesn’t add comments to reblogs or anything

He may leave nice things in tags tho! Like Jason he sometimes leaves little compliments for people whose content he reblogs (ur dress is so pretty!). Sometimes he tags things with certain emojis that seem to have some kind of meaning… a mood he’s in… or maybe they remind him of someone he likes?

Brahms Heelshire

VERY detailed very organized pinned post with info about him including a list of his kinks, and what interactions he wants/doesn’t want. Also, places to send him tribute. Not that he needs the money, of course, but he wouldn’t mind if you got him something off his wishlist. (Wink wink nudge nudge.)

I see him as a switch who leans heavily towards submissive with a bratty streak. However people tend to assume he’s more dominant since he reblogs more dom centered text posts (he’s usually imagining he’s the sub in those scenarios).

Has a decent following since he will periodically produce a lot of original content - mostly text posts, or audio, and the occasional picture where his face is obscured and no naughty bits are showing directly. He errs on the side of caution since he doesn’t want to get struck down by the tumblr nipple police, and also because are you kidding me his family has a reputation to uphold, he can’t afford to get caught 

Tumblr is his main horny platform of choice because he finds it easier to organize content he likes into an archive, and there’s more privacy. He tried making an nsfw account on other platforms before, but because of linked accounts and email fuckery he got recommended to follow a family friend and nearly shat himself. (He has a good handle on privacy and he knows that person couldn’t find him - he double checked his privacy settings after that - but it still scared him off that website, at least for that purpose.)

Because he has a decent following he also has a few mutuals he’s messaged periodically. He’s varying degrees of close - some only know him from his posts, some know his main tumblr, some may even be following him on other platforms as “long distance friends”

Every once in a while debates about having his own server for his simps followers, but he’s not sure about using his discord where he keeps in touch with friends/family for it or making a new one. You’re welcome to message him if you’re mutuals or you send him some cash first ❤️

Billy Lenz

What do you mean, “horny on main”? What, like you have an alt?

His blog is like, 98% porn but every once in a while he’ll reblog a non porn post to get into an argument.

“You sure have a lot of opinions on Canadian politics for a hentai blog 🤔”

Mostly an archive of stuff he finds hot at the time, without rhyme or reason - reblogs, links to other websites, etc. mostly chaos, but it seems like every once in a while he tries to have some kind of tagging system.

He sometimes posts original content - sometimes rambling text posts about the kind of sex he wants to have, very rarely pictures of himself. that he deletes immediately after in fear of getting flagged.

When it comes to audio posts… the Moaner lives up to his name. Although he’s not skilled with recording - clearly doing it on his phone - His audios aren’t half bad if you can find them. Usually captioned with something about how he made them or what he was thinking about when he made them.

Let’s be real, canon Billy had like no concept of consent. Or just didn’t care, because he wanted to scare and intimidate people. He’s definitely been blocked by people for sending creepy messages/asks or adding unwanted captions to their posts. When he wants to hit on someone in a way that means they may reciprocate, he’s nicer, but people are still (understandably) put off by him.

At his most polite though, he’d be the type to send an ask to someone saying he hopes they come to Toronto so that he can eat their hot pink cunt and make them cum on his thick tongue and fat, juicy cock. (This is regardless of factors like their actual location, whether or not they have a cunt, or travel guidelines due to the pandemic.)

[fmdkiana]

*youtuber vc* WHATZ up famerz. i’ve got another SICK character for you to get to know! so SMASH that follow button! MAIM me with that like!

...anyway hi i’m demi, the famed hag, and this is my fourth child (following sung, andy, n jeonghwa) her name is kiana, also goes by ki and kiki, and if that nickname brings to mind anything But kiki’s delivery service u shall b Wrong. she’s fuse’s main dancer and lead vocalist, iconic qwen. here’s her pinterest, bio, public profile, private profile, timeline [wip for links], plots, & social media [wip for insta]. i’ll leave a condensed version under ze cut <3 you can reach me easiest at fmdjoosung or demi#6468 on discord if you’d like to chat abt this girlie!

okay first things first i’m gonna nip this in the bud. if ur like excuse? iu in fuse? ur coocoo for cocoa puffs for that one. u would be right! and i intend to prove to u that she Is fitting. example a-z demonstrates an at home kiki and a fuse ki. thank me later for all this pretty laydee content

background

may 28th, 1994 ya girl is a gemini

from seattle

born to a pediatric surgeon and a software engineer (who specializes in ai bc her mom is Cool) kiana developed a love for science... then tossed it away to be A Star

not immediately though

really it all stems from the desire to be unique in a positive way

with seattle’s large east asian population, she was lumped together with everyone else, and places where she stood out, kids made fun of her for

she felt like an outcast in every sense of the word, which is why when A Boy gave her the genuine time of day, she latched on

they quickly became bad for each other, codependent at its best

kiana’s lil ass rly thought they were romeo and juliet torn apart when her parents made them break up

she kept sneaking out to see him, and eventually it became troublesome enough that her parents decided to move the fam to korea

heartbroken and with the desire to feel desired, she auditioned for gold star

since she was young, she had dance classes, just as her mom did before giving it up for something more stable

dance isn’t what drove her as much as the feeling of a crowd being entertained by her

trained for 3 years, gold star had high hopes for her given her dance background + looks, hence her role in impulse’s a

a couple years after debut, the company manages to snag her an ost, and when that does well, they shove her onto as many osts as possible, but it manages to do basically nothing to help her or fuse’s fame, no matter the impact of the song itself, and they slow down on trying

that *big bad wolf vc* my dears, is what sets up her overall Thing, that no matter what she does, or how many people claim to love her, they don’t show up for her as a solo celebrity

it leaves her a little dejected, fearful, worried, but idol life isn’t something she minds doing anyway. part of her still wants to strive for more attention, and claw her way there, because she aches terribly to feel special and different, and to a degree, idol life will always give that to her

personality

the archetype of the kid in middle school who calls themselves L and only draws in anime style and comes to school in cosplay and naruto runs around and randomly speaks japanese........ yeah, that was kiana as a kid

and really, she’s only let the problematic parts of it go. she’s still a big fat weeb (& has lots of other fandom type interests too)

an internet kid, someone who never got a big following. draws fanart, has written fanfiction, engages on fan forums. stays at home unless she’s dragged out by friends

she’s a very Normal, Everyday type person in most ways, and that bugs her to no end

she’s someone who as a kid thought she had superpowers, like full on believed it, and to this day still thinks well maybe it’s just not kicked in yet

considers herself ~an empath~ because she naturally has very strong emotions, and seeing or “feeling” the emotions of others makes her feel that way too. that includes positive And negative emotions

she can and is wrong about what she “feels” from others, but the emotional effect on herself is still the same

and because that happens so much, kiana retreats into herself

she has a very small inner circle, and isn’t very interested in more than surface level relationships with most people because it’s exhausting to feel so much all of the time

that means usually, most people meeting her will meet someone who can be doin a little doodle, you’ll say hi, she’ll say hi back, then go right back to her doodle

she’s Nice and polite enough, but doesn’t take those first steps. some ppl might view her coldly bc of it

HOWEVA if someone were to bring up one of her ~special interests, she would come off like a completely different person

animated, kinda loud, won’t shut up. that’s more often the type of person her inner circle gets to see

she’s also a reversal of the hard shell soft inside trope, as a lot of her outward self and personality can seem soft, gentle, maybe even naive depending on someone’s view, but there is a core to her affection thats... dangerous

but i’ll leave that for the dms

and finally, here’s a phat list of personality traits that apply to kiana, depending on her relationships with who she’s talking to and how she’s feeling. yes some are complete opposites. see: gemini. if you wanna kno how to get a certain trait from her, i’ll be glad to explain

abnormal, apathetic, artistic, clingy, contradictory, dedicated, demure, disorganized, earnest, effeminate, emotional, empathetic, excitable, fanatical, guarded, hesitant, insecure, introverted, jealous, loyal, mercurial, modest, neat, needy, nervous, numb, obsessive, organized, overthinking, passionate, persevering, protective, quiet, romantic, scatterbrained, silly, stubborn, tactful, temperamental, vigilant, vivacious, volatile, wall flower, withdrawn

fun fax

claims her style inspiration is the 70s but really mixes in influences from ~the 40s to 80s

if she’s dressing herself, heavily prefers skirts and dresses over pants

doesn’t like being touched unless she’s really close with someone, then she likes a lot of it

plant mom. apartment basc a greenhouse

insists one day she will make her own jam but has yet to get around to it so she just has a bunch of jars in her apartment and uses them for plants and paper clip holders and the like

her fictional character romantic Type is the tsundere. is convinced fictional characters are the best dating partners

always wears glasses when at home, and a good amount of the time when not working in general

her mario kart main is link bc nostalgia and valuing a strong stat set that favors zoom zoom

the furthest she goes for environmental impact is always using a hydroflask

prefers having bangs and hair with a wave

always carries bandaids and bandages in her bag because she gets eczema patches when she’s stressed and it’s Embarrassing to her so she covers em up

[reversecreek]

clicks onto the dash wearing kitten heels n coyly holding my bang....... hi. me again. it took me so long to select a gif to use on cricket’s intro n i settled on this one bc he looks so unsure abt his smile n it’s rly his essence <3 u can find his pinterest board here n his (work in progress) spotify playlist here. hmu to plot!!! 

* alex wolff, cis male + he/him | you know cricket donahue, right? they’re twenty-two, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, all of their life, on and off? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to should have known better by sufjan stevens like, a million times this year, which slipping on wet leaves to photograph a tree struck alight by lightning, delivering a tedtalk to your own reflection to hype yourself up to buy groceries, hiding your hands inside of your sleeves in case you grew an impromptu megan fox thumb overnight thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is october 1st, so they’re a libra, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt, she/her )

HISTORY:

cricket ws born to a couple tht lived in lilac ridge. their trailer was tucked closest to the woods n always fell under the shade. it was like the leaves wanted to pretend they were a perpetual hanging cloud on the family n that was kind of fitting. their only reason fr having him in the first place was a kind of shrugged like........... we’re under the income bracket we’d get child benefits so why not! may as well try it to rake in some extra cash! needless to say they didn’t rly think it thru or anticipate all of the responsibilities tht came w children n wound up seeing him as an extremely large burden n boy didn’t he know it!

(child neglect & abuse tw) i’ll try to keep this part vague n brief but things were Not Good for cricket growing up. people in lilac ridge didn’t like his parents n it was for a gd reason. he remembers foggy things. being little n wandering around combing the grass with a stick to search for wrappers to suck on bc he was hungry. feeling uneasy when the front door opened. finding out his name was cricket bc the insects used to crawl into their trailer thru the vents n his parents liked to squish them into the carpet -- his mum told him as much once. i think this says a lot. to excessively trim the fat of the story he wound up entering the system at around 8 after his latest and most serious hospital visit. his parents hd to deal w the authorities n last he heard they bounced to evade charges.

(anxiety & violence & trauma tw) cricket sustained a few lifelong injuries from his time in lilac ridge. his knee didn’t heal right which meant he had (n still has to this day) a limp n he’s partially deaf in one ear. he’s always been an incredibly insecure n anxious person so this mde him rly self conscious going into a strange n new environment tht wld b difficult fr any kid to adjust to, nvm w these added worries. he jst felt like something weird to ogle at honestly. he probably wld have felt like that no matter where he was or what he looked like. he cld be in a huge hall of 200 people all wearing the same uniform n he’d still feel like the odd one out. needless to say this didn’t rly help him make friends

cricket’s coping mechanisms were romanticising the things tht other people found ugly or embarrassing or painfully ordinary. he liked it when the rain hit clunky drops against school windows n forbid everyone from playing outside bc he could feel the vibrations through the rubber soles of his shoes n it was a little bit like hearing all of the world at once fr just a moment. he liked medieval fantasy lore about stout gnomes w crumbs in their beards n cheeks red from ale. he liked fallen nests with the remnants of hatched eggs still dirty from the branches n soil they’d hit on the way down. he liked the way the sunlight leaked thru the leaves of the trees in the woods and how, when he sat very still, he could tune into the ringing that was always in his ear n pretend it was coming from the same place, that light thru the leaves, that the angels were trying to talk to him.

he spent a lot of time in the red room at his high skl (i’m begging u this is not a 50 shades reference) (after googling i jst realised it’s called a darkroom bt i’m leaving this fr the sake of sexy bimbo authenticity) n felt quite at home in there. he borrowed a camera whenever he cld (maybe he did yearbook) n photography became his way of immortalising the world as the romanticised version he wanted it to be. his memories were bad bt his photos were beautiful. maybe if he took enough they’d paste over n bleed into each other. maybe bad cld be replaced w beautiful if he tried his very best.

he got placed into fostering w a family once bt apparently didn’t meet the vibe check of their tastes so he wound up returning to the group home he’d initially been placed in. overall this is where he grew up n he aged out the system rather than getting adopted. there was a sense of floundering/isolation/not feeling gd enough in tht bt cricket made do the best he knew how. 

that said there were some gd points! (shocking i kno bc his life hs been so fking bleak so far bt please it’s ok........) (is it?) (🤔). basically he interned as an assistant at this local photography studio during high skl working under this kind of whimsical yet endearing old man. suspected wizard possibly in cricket’s eyes, as an avid fantasy genre reader. for one of his bdays said old man / his boss bought him his very own film camera n cricket cried bc he’d never been bought a bday gift. this ws rly embarrassing bc this old man didn’t know how to emote n neither did cricket so he ws jst sort of sat wiping his eyes n sniffling saying he wasn’t crying as the old man pretended to suddenly clean his lenses. when cricket graduated he offered him a full time position there. they do like. wedding photographs n family portraits n all kinds of things...... pay isn’t huge bt it’s something n he Loves taking photos so it’s sexy <3

PERSONALITY:

SUCH an anxious person it’s actually unreal. overthinks absolutely everything he’s ever said. one morning he might hv put green socks on n for the rest of the day he’s nervously looking around like omggggggg they’re all looking at my socks probably thinking im a little green sock boy thinking i’m a fool n a jester this is all everyone’s probably thinking about i hv to hide my green socks..... even tho literally no-one cares

once saw a girl eating a chicken wing n in his head was like ok she likes chicken good future gift idea..... n turned up at her house with an entire rotisserie chicken

probably thinks WAY too hard abt what to write in bday cards n googles like generic ideas that he can use.... u open a card from cricket n it always says smthn weird like “Warmest wishes and love on your birthday and always!” or “You deserve everything happy. Wishing you that all year long!” tht he got off google

nervously fiddles w things a lot. literally anything. his hair. the cuffs of his sleeves. a thread on his bag. u name it

struggles w eye contact sometimes............ it’s like. he wants to talk to ppl n make friends bt he’s honestly so bad at it. he’s fumbling thru life like a nervous headless chicken

ALWAYS has his camera on him. like always. will tke a photo of u bc he thinks u look nice then be like im so sorry im so sorry...... bowing his head shakily holding his camera bc he doesn’t even kno what possessed him he jst thought it’d be a nice photograph bt boundaries exist. probably breathes very heavily over this later in his room panicking thinking he nw seems like hannibal lecter

probably more confident online bc he has time to think abt what he says more.......... i can see him hving a group of online friends tht he’s more confident w. honestly he’s pretty witty at heart he jst has a hard time verbalising things so ppl overlook him sometimes bt once u get to know him more / he’s more comfy he can b a funny little man.....

loves photographs where he cuts something out of them. loves missing spaces n voids. thinks it’s a rly interesting concept when something that isn’t there becomes the focus of a photograph where everything else is. probably loses his mind fr a collage like a front row 1d stan. likes experimenting w light n perception. pretty artistic honestly hs probably made a stop motion film in the past bc that’s just an extended form of photography in his mind bt i doubt he showed anyone

ummm...... very sweet bt like. he reminds me a lot of this quote. “he had the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and is forced to improvise.” feel like tht sums him up quite nicely

WANTED CONNECTIONS

someone he met at a wedding: cricket probably ws forced to photograph a wedding fr his boss one time n it cld b interesting as a place to meet from that....... like. i can imagine either it being rly awkward maybe he accidentally spilled a drink on ur muse n was stuttering rly apologetic n it ws just a train wreck. or mayb they took pity on him or even (in a shocking turn of events) a shine to him n invited him to drink n dance. omgggg the thought of cricket trying to dance makes me wna die n probably mkes cricket wna hyperventilate bt idk maybe he went wild n let loose. mayb they wound up damaging the camera somehow. mayb they had to scramble to get another one n ur muse covered the cost n it was a strange late night excursion tht cricket thought about a lot since. cricket probably vowed to pay them bk somehow no matter what. idk. we can work things out. lots of diff options here. doesn’t have to b a wedding either can b any event tht required a photographer

ppl he went to school w: pretty self explanatory i suppose...... maybe they were frm completely different worlds..... mayb ur muse was popular n cricket was definitely not but they got paired fr an assignment n had to work on a project together....... mayb cricket asked ur muse on a date one time n it was completely embarrassing bc he didn’t realise they had a bf n it haunts cricket at night still bc he’s rly dramatic.... mayb ur muse felt sry fr him n ate lunch w him n inducted him into their group like a lost puppy finding a home.... world’s our oyster

neighbours from his brief time at lilac ridge: not to reference taylor swift but i’m gna reference taylor swift n say we cld do a seven inspired plot here. sighs a little..... then sighs a lot. he was here ages 0-8 so idk. we cld work out childhood plots perhaps....

sickening simp: i mean.............. cricket probably gets crushes on ppl so easily like just. anyone who’s the slightest bit nice to him.................. he’s a disgrace. ok i take it back. bt also please get it together freak............... i didn’t say that. he’d probably b extra nice to this person n try n pay close attention to things they liked so he cld get them little gifts. just a bit embarrassing n lovestruck bless his heart. wldn’t expect anything back tho honestly that just isn’t something he tends to do.

let’s go gays: cricket’s bi but he probably was rly in his head abt liking boys n tried to sort of squash it internally during his younger yrs...... i think he’s more comfy w it now MAYBE idk bt back then i picture him having a friend tht ws kind of like. similarly loserish as him perhaps (no offence to ur muse potentially filling this plot or cricket bt let’s face the facts) n they’d hang out n play games a lot n one time it jst kind of happened n he was like............. *struts in looking around sharply* What going on here? except not. bc it’s cricket. more like *shambles in looking around anxiously* What’s, uh... What’s... the happenings? S--... I’m sorry. (immediate apology for saying what’s the happenings bc nobody talks like that n it was an impulsive panic bc he didn’t know what else to say)

those who grew up in the system w him: maybe at the group home or i’d also like the family that fostered him n said sayonara. honestly i imagine the parents just thought he ws a bit too much of a handful / had too much baggage which is rly quite merciless n terrible but. if u think that aligns w ur muses home situation hmu......

um. can’t think of more bt just anything honestly. jst go wild.......

[bsd-fyodor94]

could i req a dazai scenario where fem!reader is usually happy and joking around with the ada team but when dazai’s talking to her or he’s in the same place as her, she’s quite nervous & shy around him cos she has big fat crush on him so he confront her abt her behaviour?

Euphoria and Bewilderment

Osamu Dazai

He thought it was odd, to be quite honest. She’d laugh and joke around with anyone, except him. When she spoke to him, it was in a quiet, gentle tone. That same smile that would brighten anyone’s day would never be used to brighten his.

It hadn’t always been like this. When she first joined the agency she was outgoing towards everyone, including him. Only in the past few months had she suddenly seemed to forget to smile or joke with him.

It didn’t take long, however, for Dazai to understand. He knew the reason, very well at that. It had only occurred to him after he saw her blush when he complimented her new earrings, saying they brought out her beautiful eyes.

He’d never seen someone flush so quickly. He’d compliment countless women, even asked them to commit a double suicide with him, but none had ever once turned red–only denying him satisfaction in silence or a passive-aggressive way.

It wasn’t until that day–that fateful day–that he had decided to devise a plan, or ‘Plan Romance’ as he called it. A simple plan, but a plan that hasn’t been officially been put into action until today.

No time had stuck a better time than now. Dazai’s arms behind his head as he strolled through the busy Yokohama streets. His temporary partner walked next to him, his hands laced together behind his back, never once giving him the joy of seeing her bright eyes.

They had been tasked with delivering an apology letter and gifts to an innocent man who had accidentally been injured during a case. The letter rests in Dazai’s coat pocket. He’d be the one to give the letter to the man since he was the one who had accidentally hit the man with a car.

Kunikida hadn’t let Dazai five feet from a car or car keys every since that incident. (First name) had to go with Dazai because she was the one to let Dazai drive, not knowing he was a horrendous driver. They’d have to pick up the gift basket on the way.

The flower shop was a small one, but housed many different shapes, sizes and colors of floral. “W-We’re here to pick up a gift basket. From the A-Armed Detective Agency.” Dazai noted her stutters, it happened a lot when he was around.

“One moment please.” The florist smiled and left the register to retrieve the basket from behind a yellow painted door.

The silence was painful, to say the least. Dazai didn’t make any remarks and also hadn’t asked the florist–a pretty young lady–to commit a double suicide yet. (First name) only played with a bracelet that was locked around her wrist.

It had felt like hours before the florist brought the basket out–but it had only been a few minutes. The basket was decorated with two bouquets of colorful flowers and a teddy bear in the middle. The bear held a baggie of cookies that were store bought but nothing short of delicious.

“Here you are! Have a nice day.” Dazai smiled and (First name) thanked the florist. The talkative streets outside the shop made the awkward silence between the two a little more bearable..

However, ‘Plan Romance’ was about to reach its climax. Dazai looked over towards the girl struggling to carry the heavy basket in her delicate hands. He promptly grabbed the basket from her, receiving a slightly stunned look in return. “Care to tell me why you don’t smile at me anymore?” He asked.

‘Plan Romance’ was to be as forward as possible, to get the answers as quick as possible. “W-What do you mean?” (First name) replied with a stuttered question.

“Well, for a few months now you haven’t been acting the same towards me as with everyone else.” Dazai sighed. “If you don’t like me, you can say it, you know.”

“Wait! That’s not it at all!” (First name) quickly denied. “I-I don’t–”

Dazai dramatically slapped the back of his hand to his forehead and shut his eyes. “I can’t believe you hate me, (First name)!” He cried out, resulting in some strange looks from passing civilians. “After all we’ve been through–you can’t even look at me anymore!” He continued, ignoring her pleas, crying out about the ‘hate’ she felt.

“No–! I don’t hate you, Dazai!” Her teeth clenched in frustration and embarrassment. “I like you, not hate you!”

Her face erupted with red and she covered her mouth with her hand at the realization of her words. Dazai smirked, and threw an arm around her shoulder, continuing to carry the basket in the other hand. “See, that’s all you had to say. Not so hard, right?”

(First name) let out a squeak of confusion. “W-Wait, what?”

“Well, you see…” Dazai begun, “It wasn’t that hard to tell you liked me. I could have confronted you about it a lot sooner, but I wanted to wait to see if you’d tell me first.”

“So–you knew the whole time… that I liked you?” Dazai nodded, a wide smile on his face. “What does this mean then?”

Dazai lifted up the basket to show her. “Let’s finish the mission first.”

After delivering the gift basket and apology letter to the injured man, as well as getting yelled at by said man, Dazai and (First name) began their trek back to the agency.

“Are you going to answer my question now?” (First name) quietly asked as she twirled the bracelet around her wrist in nervousness.

Dazai looked towards her, fake confusion on his face, “What question?”

Her lips pursed, a light blush once again costing her cheeks. “The one I asked earlier. You know my feelings towards you now, so… what will happen between us?”

Dazai smiled. “Can’t you tell we’re taking a different route back to the agency. I’m taking you out to dinner.” His plan was working, all that needed to be avoided was a singular phone call.

“But, I didn’t bring my purse with me. And didn’t you say you lost your wallet in the river again?”

“I did,” Dazai pulled out a credit card from his back pocket. “Which is why I borrowed Kuni–” Dazai’s phone had started to ring, the caller ID saying ‘Kunikida’.

(First name) laughed, finally showing Dazai that smile he had been waiting to see for too long now. “I think he wants his card back, Dazai.”

“I guess we’ll have to wait until pay day.” Dazai sighed with a shrug. However, he was content, and couldn’t stop the corner of his lips from tugging upwards. He had gotten to see the smile that brought light to his life, and scored a date with a beautiful young lady.

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