#isnt this exactly what you signed up for

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

One of the rock hounding youtubers i watch did a video putting marbles into her rock tumbler

Which makes me miss the marble collection I used to have

And like on one hand the fact that I lost my marble collection has given me great comedic opportunity to be able to say I lost my marbles and mean it completely literally

Seeing all the marbles she got on Amazon made me want to try collecting marbles again

And I was looking on Amazon and then was like "wait. I bet etsy has some cool ones"

????????? Oh shit?????

FUCKIN TINY ONES?????

Aquarius themed?????

Ok this ones fuckin expensive but????? Holy shit?????

MOTHER FUCKIN BUBBLE MARBLES??????

GALAXY MARBLES????

This isnt even all the ones I screenshotted

I want them all

[gtgbabie0]

helloo could i request a cregan stark x reader? Where the reader has the ability to see the future or possible outcomes? I hope it isnt to bad of a idea😅 Thank you so much 🫶🏻

Cregan Stark x Dreamer!Reader

Synopsis: {Your dreams are often plagued by nightmares of events that are yet to unfold, Cregan is always there to hold you}

Love this! Thank you for requesting, enjoy lovelies💕

It was not lost on Cregan Stark that Rhaenyra’s daughter was… unique to say the least. It was known way before your engagement was planned, a quiet ceremony hidden away in the woods near Winterfell, it seems love still prevails even through war.

Although this never deterred Cregan, he was utterly head over heels for you yet confused at the same time whenever you would whisper cryptic insanities into the cold night air with wide fearful eyes full of knowledge about events that loom over the horizon like dark storm clouds.

He would spend hours brushing your white hair, speaking gentle, loving words against your shoulder when your mind seemed to have wandered too far from your grasp.

He was just as lost as you were when it came to figuring out what exactly it all meant and the Maesters were no help, especially on nights like this when you were awoken by such horrific sights that infest your mind.

“Aliments of the mind are far more trickier than those of the body, my Lord.” Maester Owryn says, still adamant about just giving you tea to help you sleep.

His words only serve to annoy an already exhausted Cregan, he can’t count how many times he has been told the same thing with a look of pity. It killed him that he could not provide you with more comfort, he cannot help but feel as if he has failed you.

“Do you see her, do you?— it’ll take more than damn tea to calm her from this.” Cregan scolds, looking down at the Maester with dark narrowed eyes. He glances back over to where you are curled up on a chair, your fingers buried within your messy locks, clutching harshly as you mutter the same words over and over again.

The Maester shuffles, fiddling with the small piece of parchment, his brows pulled together in confusion. “Might I suggest milk of the poppy?” He whispers, clearly unnerved by the glare that Cregan was scrutinising him under.

“No, bring her the tea.” The Lord settles, his tone rough with irritation. He did not want to subject you to the horrible drowsiness that the sweet milk brings, numbing your mind was not the answer.

With the Maester gone Cregan tries once more to approach you, drawing closer to you like he would with a wounded animal, he wraps his fingers around your wrists in an attempt to stop you from pulling at your hair, his touch is gentle despite the callouses on his palms.

“Not so hard my love… you’ll hurt yourself.” He whispers, eyes searching your face desperately for any signs of the woman you were before you woke up from this nightmare.

Although he finds nothing of the sort, you are all glossy-eyed and chapped lips, blankly staring at the floor like you were miles away.

A moment of silence settles around the room, the sound of your heavy breathing and the soft crackle of firewood is the only thing breaking through it. It takes a few moments and soft words of encouragement before you allow him to lower your hands down to your lap, your fingers still clutched tightly into fists.

“Dragon breath… burning flesh.” You whisper fearfully, a gasp escaping past your red-bitten lips. The same words you’ve been muttering all night, it unsettles him, calling to something deep within him.

Cregan hums, brushing your messy hair behind your ears. “I know my love.” He sighs, grazing the rough pads of his thumbs across your knuckles.

“Come back to me y/n, come on…” he whispers into the backs of your hands, closing his eyes as you continue to whisper the words madly.

The mumblings stop, your breathing coming back down into a steady rhythm as you begin to unclench your fists slowly. Relief hits Cregan like a gust of wind, his expression softening when your gaze meets with his own.

“… burning… bedevilled crown.” You try to explain to him all too quickly, stuttering over your words in a panic-stricken manner. Your hands trembling against his own rough ones.

“Slowly now, breathe for me first, my love.” He whispers, reaching over to cup your jaw to keep you grounded on the here and now, his thumb caressing your cheek.

Your senses soon come back to you making you aware of your surroundings, the softness of your nightgown and the warmth of your husband’s hand against the side of your face.

The Maester walks in with a small cup of soothing tea, placing the ceramic down on the dark oak table before taking his leave with a curt nod. The herbal aroma brings you into the present moment, keeping your mind occupied.

You watch with tired eyes as he gives you the cup, minding the way your hands still shake ever so slightly. He guides you to take small sips, smiling gently in encouragement.

“There were two, but I could not see— the smoke and flames— screams.” The words are a struggle to get out and it pains him to see you like this, the pain and fear in your eyes.

Your words are too vague to try and make any sense of them, after all, it was a war between Targaryens, and the involvement of dragons and their formidable flames was inevitable.

“I want to stop it… to prevent the pain but I do not know how.” You whisper, voice strained with unshed tears.

“That may be beyond you. I won’t have you shouldering blame for anything that transpires.” He says, his tone full of love despite the roughness of it.

You nod softly, looking down at him from where he is kneeling in front of you. The soft glow of the fireplace flickers against his features, highlighting the exhaustion that hangs below his eyes.

“You can go back to sleep…” you suggest softly, clearly feeling too shaken up to go back to bed.

At your words he immediately shakes his head, taking your hands to pepper gentle kisses along your knuckles, his beard tickling your soft skin. “Not until you’re okay…”

You know there is no point in arguing the point, he is as stubborn as a mule. Instead, you shuffle over, giving him room to sit down next to you. The warmth between you, as he pulls you onto his lap, calms the restlessness that has built up within your chest, allowing you a moment of respite.

[whorelaud]

WRONG NUMBER, LOSER – rafe cameron (2)

a rafe cameron mini smau series

summary Rafe gets tangled in a complex love-hate relationship when shooting his shot at a party, merely for him to end up with the wrong number instead, leading to a new beginning, or so he assumed, unaware of who really was behind the screen; his next door neighbor, whom he'd define his sworn enemy.  contains neighbor!reader, enemies (?) to lovers, wrong number trope, mostly texts, sexual jokes, shameless flirting, loser!rafe, jealousy, lots of tension, attempt at humor

NAVIGATION. main masterlist; 01 ¡ 02 ¡ 03

Loser: Aye

Loser: Wsg 

Loser: Hello 

Loser: Uhmmmm 🫤 

Loser: ???

Loser: Did you delete my number alr? 

Loser: Am I tripping? Are my messages not going through 

You: bro 

Loser: There she is

Loser: Hey sugar ;) 

Loser: … Did you disappear again 

Loser: It hasn't even been a min :( 

You: shut

You: up

You: GUCK YOI LIKE ACTUAJLY 

Loser: Tf

Loser: What did I do? 

Loser: Biting my fingernails why are you edging me 

Loser: Mommy I’m scared

You: . 

Loser: Oh hey

Loser: You’re back 

You: sniffles 

You: you just got me scolded dumbass i hate you i hate you I hate You so much 

Loser: Huh 😧

Loser: Who scolded you baby

Loser: I’ll kick their asses 

You: boiii 🤨🤨

You: Ugh this is so annoying why’d you text me when it was dead silent 

Loser: I am so confused rn

Loser: What did I do exactly? 

You: Text me 

You: i forgot to turn dnd on WAHHH 😭😭😭 

You: i was tryna hit now that professor hates me :(

Loser: Oh 

Loser: How old is he 

You: 54 

Loser: Oh 

Loser: And how old are you?

You: 20 😊

Loser: Oh 

Loser: That’s nice sweetie

You: stop Ohing me 

You: it's no biggie hes only 34 yrs older

Loser: Girl he could be your dad

You: good thing he isnt

Loser: Bro...

Loser: This generation dawg

You: why are you judging me

You: god forbid a girl has hobbies

You: How old are you big fella 

Loser: Why do you wanna know? 

Loser: You interested in me or sum? ;) 

You: Die nvm 

Loser: No I’m sorry

Loser: I’m 24

You: 👴

Loser: Bro 

Loser: Wym by that 

You: Nothing old Man. 

You: No wonder you Type like That…

Loser: What the hell 

Loser: What’s wrong with the way I type 

You: Nothing honey you’re Doing Great keep it up 😘 

Loser: This is humiliating 

Loser: Why am I getting cyber bullied 

You: nah you'll be fine

You: taking it like a champ 

Loser: Oh… hehhehebeh 😅

You: What. 

You: Why are you Laughing old man

Loser: No reason 

You: Right…  

Loser: Wyd 

You: well i technically just got kicked out so now im walking around capmus waiting for my next class 

Loser: Seems fun 

You: im having soooo much fun thanks to someone 😊

Loser: I’m sorry 

Loser: I didn't mean to get you scolded sugar

Loser: Promise I won't disturb you during lesson hours from now on 

You: from now on??? YOU PLAN TO STICK ALONG??? 

Loser: I mean… You haven't blocked me yet

Loser: Taking it as a sign 

You: Dawg you're hella clingy… 

You: do you not have other ppl on your phone 

You: leave me ALONE 😭😭😭🙏 

Loser: Nah I like you

You: erm

Loser: Wait

Loser: Not like that

Loser: WAIT. 

Loser: You know what I mean right? 

Loser: I just think you're funny and cool hahahah 

You: mhm… 

Loser: Not that there’s anything wrong with liking you of course 

Loser: I mean you must be gorgeous 

You: How do you know I’m not an ugly discord kitten catfishing you for money

Loser: … Are you? 

You: wow okay 🙄

Loser: Just messing I know you’re pretty sugar 

You: Quit calling me that 

Loser: Why I think it’s cute

Loser: It suits you 

You: shut up 

Loser: Did that get you? 

You: get me as in… 

Loser: Idk 

Loser: You seem p flustered 

You: WHAT 

You: i literally just said shut up  

Loser: Yeah yeah they all say that 

You: ‘they’ referring to the two poor ladies you probably forced into a conversation? 

Loser: Hey 

Loser: A lot of women find me attractive 

You: never said you weren't

Loser: Woah

Loser: Are you flirting with me :D 

You: what No

You: We’re talking about conversations you’re the one who brought up being attractive 

Loser: That somehow hurt my feelings

Loser: Do you not think I’m attractive? 

Loser: Should I just die? 

You: k i never said that… 

You: i don't know what you look like its as simple as that 

Loser: Oh 

Loser: Should I doll myself up and send you a selfie 

You: No 

Loser: What why :( 

You: what if you’re ugly 

Loser: I am not ugly. 

You: everyone is a beautiful tootsie in their mother's eyes

Loser: My mom’s dead 

You: Oh… 

You: sorry 

Loser: It’s fine 

Loser: Wyd? 

You: walking

Loser: Still? Are you not tired?

You: im exhausted. ive been pacing around capmus for like fifteen minutes ugh 

Loser: When does your next class start? 

You: 3:20 

Loser: What the hell

Loser: That’s an hour from now

Loser: Go home and rest in the meantime 

You: that would be even more exhausting 

Loser: Is it a long ride? 

You: no 

You: i have a bitchy neighbor im not risking it 💔

Loser: Again with your fussy neighbor…

Loser: What is that son of a bitch doing to annoy you that much

You: exist 

Loser: Oh 

Loser: Sue him for existing?? 😅

You: i wish

You: he actually gets on my nerves 

You: always so cocky and for what this is why you don't get no bitches cunt

Loser: Hell yeah fuck that hoe why’s he being a bitch 😂 

Author – laughing like they’re not talking ab him… 

You: IM SAYINGGG 

You: You get me thank you 

Loser: I actually do 🫤

Loser: I too have a lousy neighbor it’s so difficult dealing with her

You: see now this is something we can bond over 

You: you found your purpose loser 

Loser: Loser? Hey >:( 

You: im starving 

You: my stomach just grumbled in front of fine shyt bury me alive 

Loser: It’s fate. You’re not meant to be. 

You: die are you praying on my downfall 

Loser: 🤷🏼‍♂️ 

Loser: Seriously though do grab a bite 

You: ugh i might 

Loser: I’ll leave you to it then ;) 

Loser: Eat and have fun in class sugar

You: dont call me that

Loser: Sorry baby

You: that too

Loser: Mb sweetheart 

You: bye. 

Loser: Js accept it next time 

You: I am Too hungry to be arguing with you right now. Bye. 

Loser: Okay. Bye. 

You hearted loser’s message! 

a/n hi :p this was fun def took a different approach but i went w the flow so yayyyy!! hope you enjoyed let me know what you think hehe!! ill try working on ch 3 faster these are acc super fun || also sorry for how much of a loser rafe is... i dont talk to men inhate them so im just making him sound like a facebook mom hope you guys dont mind hes just a cute tootsie...

taglist is currently open, feel free to let me know wether you want to be added/removed. however, in order to stay tagged, you must interact with the posts!

TAGLIST @rafeycameronsgf @nemesyaaa @totalswag @vanessa-rafesgirl @enchantingexile @my-name-is-baby @wintercrows @cl4uus @ethanthequeefqueen @emmasclaws @countryclubwhore @drewstarkeyzwhore @davinashifts333 @i-love-gvf @ayy1234567 @kissesandmartinis @livie4lifestarkeyblyth @mariamadison6-blog @harryzcherry @vdotcom

[seattlesellie]

thinkin abt eating bbf!ellie out while she’s gaming and on a call with reader’s brother ☺️

she would have to keep muting her headset every 30 seconds bc she couldn’t keep quiet and eventually would just toss her controller on the floor and end the call so she could fuck reader stupid while reader’s brother is spamming her w texts asking where she went 😭

-🪷

ok u got me with this… 💗🪷

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ

ʚɞ it was purely innocent at first, you swore to god it was. what’s so wrong about sitting on your girlf— well, that isnt quite right. on your frien— god, thats not exactly it either. on your… brother’s best friends (that’s better) lap while she’s playing a video game? she let you in, in fact, she signaled you to come closer with a small pat on her thigh before you did. “m’not a dog…” you scoffed, pouting before rolling your eyes, desperately trying to hide the fact that even that mere, simple gesture made it feel funny in your stomach. “no, but you’re my—“ she stopped, and grazed the corner of her mouth with her tongue. “just come warm me up”

ʚɞ that was her excuse for everything. wanted to hold your hand after splitting you raw? it’s just to warm her up. move closer while her arm is loosely placed on your chest while “hugging” you from behind while laying on the bed? come warm her up. she’d never admit she just yearned to feel you close, craved to touch you at any given moment, as if you’d slip away if she didn’t.

ʚɞ she was wearing her headset, and a couple of baby hairs frizzled up on the top of her head. both hands on the controller, wrapped tightly around your waist, continuously yelling at someone you guessed was a complete stranger she was playing with. “who are you talking to?” you questioned, trying to stop yourself from grinning at how cute she looked with her tongue poking out of her mouth when she was hyperfocused on the screen. “shh…” she sushed, slightly blowing out her eyes. “your brother”

“he can hear me?!” fuck. that came out way too loud. she abruptly placed her left palm on your lips, to shut you up. “just a sec, man” she spoke into the mic. “you cant make any noise” she whispered, and when you winced, she smirked. “just watch, and keep quiet”

ʚɞ being quiet, was not exactly your forte. especially not when you were supposed to (it was as if someone placed a red button with a huge sign of “do not press!”— you have to press.) and especially, while you were sat on ellie’s lap, and she kept sniffling and huffing and cursing those little “fuck” and “shit” under her breath and the air she blew, caressed your neck and made you shiver and… her hand, on that damn controller, her fingers circling the silicone ball, her thumb, to be more specific, and it’s a little fucking distracting— how she happens to bounce her leg, making you bounce up and down with it’s movement, every time she's upset someone had killed her in the game, and how when she wins a round, she lays herself back on the chair, spreads her legs and cockily murmurs into the mic “fucking got you, asshole”

ʚɞ did she know what she was doing, as she slapped your thigh when she won the 3rd round in a row? did she know that when she bounced you up and down, your tummy flipped and your eyes rolled back? even if she did know, what you did next was so not fair to her.

ʚɞ you pressed your ass deep inside her lap, making the fat squish down on her thigh, and she cleared her throat, and chuckled. clearly, it did something to her, her throat feeling suddenly dry, but she didn’t want you to know. you stopped, and she readjusted herself, straightening her back. “i’m out of fuc…ing ammo” and with that, you pressed your ass down even deeper into ellie’s lap, cause her face to twitch in the slightest. “give me some fuc—“ now, you purely rocked your ass back and forth on her crotch, staring at the screen, attempting to appear as aloof as you could. it made her stretch her head back, and huff out a small, shaky breath. she placed her hand on your thigh, and squeezed hard. it wasn’t a nice, thoughtful gesture, it was a sign to stop fucking moving, you’ve been warned. she was on a winning streak and you were about to ruin it.

ʚɞ your shorts were truly way too short, bordering on underwear, the material was truly too thin, and she could feel every inch of you through her sweats. your thighs, your feet rocking back and forth and kicking her on purpose, and your ass who grew to be the biggest distraction of all— “just a sec dude, im pausing just… taking a water break”

she was going to lose, and she knew it.

she took the headset off, and placed it, no— threw it on the table. “what are you doing?” she murmured in a low, raspy voice. you managed to catch your breath, and attempted to sound as angelic and innocent as you possibly could. “nothing…?” you quipped, and smiled softly. ellie slightly nodded her head up and down. “keep doing nothing, see where that gets you”

“not doing anything, swear” and the way you put your hand on your chest, right where your heart is, and then palmed it to give it the smallest, gentlest squeeze… “jesus fucking christ” she huffed, and stared down. she wasn’t going to get out of this, and she certainly wasn't going to win.

ʚɞ she spread her thighs wider, with you sat directly on her thigh, and put her headset back on. two can play this game. she didn’t want your brother to know about you two, and you didn’t want him to know even more. you moved yourself to sit right on her center, right where her crotch is, and the wheeze that came out of her mouth— “fffuck”

“you good, ellie?” that was your brother’s voice popping out of her headset. you were that close to her face. your cheek pressed up on her’s, and you moaned inside her ear, a small “aaah, ellie” and you knew that would get her, because nothing made her wetter than those damn moans, and when you added her name in the mix—she cleared her throat, and if you saw the way her eyebrows scrunched together, her eyelids simply resting shut because she had to physically restrain herself, you’d have probably started whining and begging. “m’good, yeah—keep going” was she talking to you, or to him? you made up your mind. she was talking to you.

ʚɞ you grinded youself back and forth again and again, and you knew you rubbed her right where she needed you. you pressed down hard, and it hit right on her clit. “god” she huffed, her breaths growing shaky and uneven. she bumped her crotch into your ass and it made you squeal like a chew toy. “sh— shut up” she groaned, and hastily placed her palm on your mouth again. “shut the fuck up bro”. it was truly disgusting, how turned on you were by grinding yourself up against her, letting her clothed crotch hump your ass. ellie, desperately dug her palm extra hard on the controller, as she felt a glob of slick leaking out of her cunt, because she knew that if she let it go, her hand would immediately drop down to your pussy, and start fucking you raw on the chair.

ʚɞ the wet, sticky patch in your underwear grew bigger and bigger every time you bounced, circling your ass in fast, needy movements on her crotch as if you were trying to win a race. ellie's mind left the game already, completely blind to what was happening on the screen, but kept on pretending. it was funny to her, truly, how pathetic you looked. your movements growing messy, sweat sticking down your forehead, your bottom lip between your teeth, and she almost let you use her body to cum, and you swore you almost did. your small chocked out breaths were growing heavier and needier, and you huffed small whispers of her name in broken little sentences. “mmhm el-lie” she smirked, and placed her hand up on the small mic to block the obscenity that was about to escape her lips; "about to cum in those little fucking panties? hm? you’re so fucking slutty”

ʚɞ and thats exactly when you stopped, and peeled your shaky body off of her. she seemed confused for a second, because god she was loving it, the way you tried to get her flustered and turned out a needy, flustered, moaning mess yourself. she didn’t even need to do anything, just purely exist, for you to nearly cum inside your shorts. her lips curled into to a small, teasing smile. “what are you doing?” she mouthed. you got down on your knees, placing yourself directly in front of her crotch. ellie hovered over you in a manspread, and you put your chin right on the chair. “nothing” you mouthed back, and gave her a small pout. she huffed, as her game character stood idly on the ground, a black rifle in her hand, and your brother paced nearer and nearer. you placed your hands on her thighs, and batted your eyelashes. she sighed, and gazed at you with a prying look.

“you’re gonna fucking kill me”

“hell fucking yes i am” your brother exclaimed, muffled in her headset.

ʚɞ you didn’t even peel the grey sweats out of her body, you straight up yanked them down. what you saw… didn’t disappoint you in the slightest. a wet spot, perhaps even bigger than yours, making her black boxers take even a darker shade of black. you let out a shaky “oh my… god”, as she slid off of the chair, her eyes rolling back. “m’playing… just keep fucking going i’m playing” again, she wasn’t talking to you, or was she? she looked at you again, warning you. you blinked slowly, trying to tease her as much as you could. ellie's eyes squinted, and she hesitated for a moment. she brought her hand down and caressed the top of your head. although she was gentle, you could tell how crazy you were driving her. she bucked her hips forward, and mouthed; “lick”

ʚɞ firstly, you gave a small lick to the soft fabric, and felt her tangy sweet taste just merely grazing your pink muscle. then, she aggressively patted her hand on the top of your head, again, and made you look up at her. her eyes turned a darker shade of emerald green, and she looked angry. “dont play with me” she mouthed, and squeezed your cheeks together. she gave the right one a small pat, and then a stinging little slap, making you yelp. she was in control, and she was going to use you.

ʚɞ she placed the controller on your fucking head, and pushed her soaking boxers down, to lay loosely wrapped aound her ankles. ellie pushed your face forward to meet her weeping core, and you immediately stuck your tongue out, to gift a delicate, slow lick to her glistening, peachy pink folds. you pushed it inside of her hole, and she clenched right on it. she gripped the controller harder, and looked absolutely gone. no matter how hard she pushed your head, you didn’t dare to ever meet her clit, the brat that you are, because you thought it was so much more fun to watch her suffer. “mmfuck” she groaned, “fuck— y-you man” and the way she whimpered right into the mic; “m’good dude just— fuck just my arm hurts” and looked downwards to give you a look that was purely warning you— keep on playing with her like that and she’d fucking make it hurt.

ʚɞ it was torturous, and she really got truly delirious, the way in which you licked around her cunt, stopping your movements to plant a simple, delicate little kiss on her thigh, just to hear her respond with a throaty groan, look down at you with her bangs sticking to her forehead, hand shaking around the black controller, biting her lip hard— because if she didn't, she would have moaned so loud she'd get kicked out of your family's home for fucking with your brother's precious sister. she shook her thigh to get you off of it, and it signaled to stop fucking teasing. "I can'— fuck— man fuck, im gonna fucking— lose the fucking game" she stutters, sounding like a complete idiot, biting her fist hard and twisting her face, her jaw clenched so tight because if he hears her, he's gonna think she's either about to pass completely out, or think she's in heat— and the fact that you won't, absolutely refuse to give her needy clit any attention, and the way you look so concentrated on torturing her, keeping your eyes fixated on her’s, acting all brave because you know she cant talk, and cant do anything because she’s fucking “busy” oh, you pissed her off— your mouth stuffed with her cunt, looking up to her as if you're not trying to kill her;

nope. she can't do this anymore. she grabbed the back of your neck forcefully, and pulled yourself off of her. you pout, and then you're slightly terrified, because the controller just met the floor with a loud thud. "i'll be back in 5 minutes" she breathlessly talks into the mic.

“swear— five fucking minutes, gimme five”

ʚɞ you both stare at each other for a moment, as if you're communicating with just looks, and she lifts herself off of the chair and you pounce back, but she's quicker than you.

you dont know how you find yourself pushed against the mattress, with her hand around your throat. she's not pressing, it's just wrapped around it, and she's angry.

"you fucking..." you look to the side, trying to avoid her piercing gaze. the wall, apparently, has a lot to say. "look at me" she whispers, and forces you to turn your head around and face her. freckles splattered all over her face, you try and concentrate on them but she's chasing your eyes.

ʚɞ she's too quick, it's all too fucking quick and you whine so loud, your back arching off of the bed and she presses you down, shoves her hand inside of your panties and chuckles; "you're a fucking... you're so fucking..." she’s breathless, and famished, because she doesn't even finish that sentence before her lips are on yours, hips jerking forward, as soon as she feels the puddle, or the sea, that's right inside your panties.

"fucking tease"

ʚɞ you swear you’re vibrating on her hand. “pl—ease” you plead, your voice whiney and quiet because all of a sudden, ellie has the upper arm, and you, poor you— can’t tease her anymore. “please what?” she coos. “please ellie…” and she cups your tits, both of them, and squeezes them together so tight it makes you leak down your thigh.

“s’not good enough” she tsk’s, bringing her forehead to meet yours. she merely hovers over your clit, and it’s that friction you were looking for so hard and—

her phone buzzes.

“where the fuck are you?”

“?”

“????”

“hello?”

she places the phone screen in front of you, pinches your chin with her index finger and her thumb, makes sure you actually look, and types;

“i’m fucking your sister, brb”

your breath hitches, and she chuckles, deeply and mockingly, like shes making fun of you.

“should i press send?” she teases.

“no…” you stutter, and yet again, attempt to wear the purest, most angelic and divine expression on your face. “oh… no?” she mocks, plunging a finger inside of you deep, cooing at how you gasp silently, imitating your gasp right back to you.

“nonono” you blabber incoherently, and she’s not even moving her finger, just letting you warm it inside.

“s’too bad…”

and with that, she presses “send.”

a moment passes.

“not funny dude”

oh, he didn’t buy it.

[requiemsystem]

ADVICE FOR NEWLY DISCOVERED OR SUSPECTED SYSTEMS

if you suspect you may be a system or have recently discovered that youre a system, things can be confusing and hard. im making this post as someone who has been aware of being a system for about 5 years and has been diagnosed for 2. these are things i wish we knew and did. i hope it will be helpful to some of you and i wish you luck on discovering things about yourself and your system keep in mind everyone is different and systems are no exception, so what i list here might be incredibly beneficial for one person but do nothing for another. find what works for you. i will try to provide a variety of advice in order for you to see what fits you best DO YOUR RESEARCH research the disorder, try to find others experiences and things you think would help you. this is especially helpful if you are suspecting and not yet sure if you have it, researching symptoms and others experiences can be very helpful in determining START SYMPTOM LOGGING this can be as simple as "i blacked out today" or "i dont feel like myself right now", you dont have to be identifying switches or putting names to alters, theres no rush to be able to do that and some systems have no desire to do that symptom logging is useful because it can help you identify potential triggers and patterns in your symptoms. for example, if you can remember what happened before a period of amnesia and remember being exposed to a stressful event or something potentially triggering, this would be worth writing down to see if its a recurring pattern REACH OUT TO OTHER ALTERS this can be done in a variety of ways, but the easiest way would be to leave a note in a place itll be seen. for example, a sticky note on a mirror (if you live with other people and cant do this, try leaving a note on your phone in a frequently checked app) i would advise saying something along the lines of "hello, i am (name) and i would like to communicate with you. i suspect we have a disorder called (DID/OSDD) and we share the same body and mind. please write back to me in (location, can be a notebook or app etc) and tell me some about yourself if you feel comfortable" but you can say whatever works for you. i just think the main points to cover are having DID/OSDD and introducing yourself as well as asking for an introduction in return START WORKING ON COMMUNICATION this takes a lot of practice, so i always say its better to build up early rather than late. we have a whole post on it that can be found here REMINDERS AND THINGS TO REMEMBER if you do not remember your trauma, do not dig for it. it isnt safe to try to remember trauma without professionals help. if you happen to remember, thats one thing, but dont intentionally seek out triggers to try to remember denial is common and not a sign of faking, if you were faking you would know and would not be in denial. being wrong about having DID/OSDD (if you are suspecting but not sure) is not the same as faking no two systems are the same. you dont have to look exactly like some other system you know or online to be real its normal to not know everything right away. you wont know all your alters immediately, you may not be able to access (and you may not have) your innerworld, you probably wont remember all of your trauma without professionals help, etc. its all normal its totally ok to keep information about your system private. there is no need to share with anyone you do not feel completely safe and comfortable with switching at any frequency is normal, there is no "correct" amount to switch. any amount of alters is normal, there is no "correct" amount of alters. any level of amnesia is normal, there is no "correct" level of amnesia apps like simply plural and bots like pluralkit can be incredibly helpful for some systems, but there is absolutely no pressure to use them if you do not feel comfortable - grey

[howlingmod]

your writing is gorgeously thought out, making me awe struck even at the singular paragraph. its something that genuinely makes me reread every single word in the book despite already knowing how the end will be played out <<)).

could i acquire a builderman x reader (that has a stun ability, or lead the killers attention to the other teammates to them) one where throughout the match the reader tries to protect builderman at all cost, whether or not when building a sentry/dispenser, and he thinks of if as a sign of affection. when in reality it isnt; the reader protected him because he was a survivor that could give the killer a debuff. though reader finds it sweet that he found it as a gesture of affecrion <<))3

ah! or perhaps, a similar one, a chance x reader one? includes some 'damn, do they ever gaf💔' moments whereas the reader shrugs the action of chance trying to impress / save them at any cost, because they, too, are a stunner. but then theres this moment that the reader genuinely needs his help —stun on cooldown, low health, whatever— and for once, appreciates it..heart emoji

ALL /NF,, TAKE YOUR TIME AND NAPS THUG,,

-glaggle anon

summary - builderman x reader, more pining than anything

misc - might be written a little strangely, first time doing hcs on my fone ..... :smile: , reader is some kind of swordfighter

-You weren't particularly close with any of the survivors. after excursions, you'd sneak off to your own little corner of the world without so much as a peep until the next venture had to be made. This wasn't to say you went unseen, though. During trips out, you'd stick to a select few a majority of the time, hovering over them while they finished a generator and peeking around corners for the killer.

-Builderman was frequently one of your targets. At first, he thought it was just chance you seemingly paired up with him, randomly selecting him as your choice of company. That was until you kept pairing up with him, routinely finding his side over and over again.

-He'd grown accustomed to you sticking by him, instinctively walking off and expecting you to follow as soon as you got somewhere. He'd make small talk with you, often going unreturned, listing off the things he planned on making, where they'd go, why- you weren't spared his vision. Instead of keeping an eye on you as you hovered around him, he fully trusted you to alert him of the killer, keeping his head down and focusing on rewiring a generator.

-I mean, he'd seen you in action. Maybe you hadn't cut down the killer before, but you definitely pushed them off your guys' trail a few times, holding your own when it came to a swordfight. Where he'd start running off and trying to lose the killer, you faced them more head on, unafraid to clash with them. It was something he'd grown to admire, your ability to face your fears and challenge the killers.

-Instinctively, he'd start to come find you after excursions, checking in on you and making sure you didn't have some secret, mortal wounds you were shaking off the entire outing. He wouldn't be surprised, you didn't exactly stick around long enough for people to assess your condition. So, he'd taken it upon himself to worry about it, keeping an eye out for you the way you did him. If you were looking around a corner, he'd check behind the two of you. If you were going to move, he'd try and shield you from view, claiming it was harder to see him in his attire. It was the little things he started picking up that built over time, feeding his fondness for you.

-It came to a head not long after. You'd both been blindsighted, caught off guard by the killer. A blade came down and Builderman only narrowly avoided it by you yanking him out of the way. While he stumbled back and watched in awe, you took your own weapon up to knock them back, whipping around on your heel and running away dragging Builder with you.

-Eventually, you found what you deemed a suitable hiding spot, slumping against the wall in front of a generator for Builder to work on. He'd gone to check it out before he stopped, looking at you for a few moments longer. You were still holding onto your sword, at the ready for another attack, but your hand hovered around your other arm, halfheartedly pressing down on a wound, barely glistening in the lowlight. You'd made a noise of surprise when he stepped towards you instead, moving your hand aside to try and get a better look.

"Here, why dont you take it easy?" Builderman hummed, smiling at you, "It seems like most of the generators are up. we can wait out here for a signal from the others."

-He pushed beside you, grabbing materials out of his bag for a health dispenser. You could only stare at him. You hadn't expected this from him. It was his voice that'd given away this was more than just a gesture of platonic appreciation, tone too sweet, too genuine in its delivery. Neither of you said anything else, sitting in a quiet rare moment of peace you (hesitantly) allowed yourself to soak in.

-From then on he stuck to your side like glue after outings, finding whatever odd corner you holed yourself up in and sitting beside you quietly. You allowed him to stay, if only because he was quiet and, admittedly, his company felt grounding. He would sit and work on blueprints as you sat and sharpened your blade, paying the other no mind and simply existing together. It felt right.

[nickeverdeen]

Teen vi asking her best friend out 🙏? Except vi isnt sure if reader's into girls or not because she had an ex boyfriend, so she's a bit ansty. And it turns our reader was bi?

Try | Teen!Vi x teen!fem!reader

Pairings: Vi x reader (mutual liking)

Type of fic: Comfort

Warnings: None

Summary: Vi has never been one to be scared of much, but asking you out is something completely else - especially when she’s unsure if you’re even into girls at all…

———————————

Vi wasn’t scared of much.

She could throw punches with guys twice her size, steal from the richest scumbags in Zaun, and talk her way out of trouble before Vander even had the chance to scold her. But this? This was different.

Asking you out? That was terrifying.

Not because she thought you’d laugh in her face—though, hell, maybe you would—but because she wasn’t sure if you even liked girls. And yeah, she’d seen you with that ex-boyfriend of yours before. It had been months since you broke up, but Vi hadn’t forgotten.

Hadn’t forgotten the way she felt watching you hold his hand. The way her stomach twisted every time you kissed him. The way she wanted so badly for you to look at her like that instead.

And now? Now she had a chance. Maybe.

If she didn’t screw this up.

You found Vi exactly where you expected her to be—perched on the edge of the Last Drop’s roof, staring out over Zaun like she was waiting for a sign from the universe.

“Hey,” you said, nudging her boot lightly before sitting down beside her. “You looked like you had something on your mind.”

Vi stiffened slightly. Shit. You can tell? “Nah,” she said too quickly, rubbing the back of her neck. “Just… thinking.”

You shot her a look. “That’s never a good sign.”

Vi huffed a laugh, but her grip on the edge of the roof tightened. This was it. Just say it. Just—

“Do you, uh…” She cleared her throat. “D’you like girls?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

Vi nearly winced. Smooth. Real smooth.

You turned fully toward her now, curiosity flickering in your eyes. “Where’s this coming from?”

Vi hesitated. She could play this off, make a joke, pretend it was nothing.

But then you smiled—just a little, soft and teasing—and her heart stuttered in her chest.

Aw, hell.

“I—uh, I was just wondering,” she mumbled, avoiding your gaze. “I mean, you had that boyfriend before, so I figured…”

You were quiet for a second too long, and Vi’s stomach plummeted. This was a mistake. A huge mistake.

Then, finally, you said, “I like girls too, Vi.”

She nearly choked on air. “Wait. What?”

You laughed. “I’m bi.”

Vi’s brain stopped working.

You—bi—you liked girls?

The relief hit her so hard she almost tipped off the roof. But that relief was quickly drowned out by panic, because now she had no excuse not to ask.

“Well, uh,” she started, fingers twitching against her thigh, “since we’re on the topic… you wanna go out sometime?”

Your lips curled into a knowing smile. “Like a date?”

Vi forced herself to meet your gaze. “Yeah. A date.”

You tilted your head, pretending to think about it, and Vi nearly combusted.

Then, finally, you said, “Yeah, Vi. I’d like that.”

And just like that, she could breathe again.

[verysanebsdfan]

HIIII!!

So I'm not sure if you still write for killua or ciel or tokito😭 but if you do could you do some headcanoes of how they would be with a reader fem If possible that basically acts like a doll looks like a doll and basically is a doll but where also kinda creepy like we talk about disturbing things all with a smile on our face

Another one with all 3 is that reader is very VERY clingy like she loves to hug, cling,and talk to the 3 she's always around them and usually talks to them and is always seen with them !!

(sorry if it's to many)

HII!!

It is no problem whatsoever>_< TY SM FOR REQUESTING AS WELL! i hope it will be to your liking :3

Also i still do write for them but i dont think i will do for too long :(( im getting old...(for them)

MASTERLIST!!

tw: u say disturbing things, gore mentioned (sorta i think?), Muichiro one is angsty because i felt evil, spoilers for demon slayer manga ahead!!

our!Ciel Phantomhive, Tokito Muichiro, Killua Zoldyck (separate) x doll-like!reader

Ciel Phantomhive:

One thing would be the engagement with Lizzy, so for the sake of this, lets say it was canceled for....reasons

Neither of you really remember how you exactly met and got close, or what got Ciel so captivated. It may be the way you dress, always in a pretty dress, which contrasts with your beautiful skin, or maybe the way you walk, talk...he is just down bad.

After you got closer, Ciel let you be more clingy, but when he needs space, you need to respect that, or he will have Sebastian take you away (carefully to not hurt you)

After some time, Ciel actually confesses, and you get engaged cuz....it is still 19th century so...

Now, you basically live there and the servants LOVE you. When Finny is doing his work in the garden, and you sit there and have a tea with Ciel, you look like a pretty painting >_< Thats what he says at least (everyone agrees tho)

When you got to know the...darker side of Ciels business, and all the stuff he does as the queens watchdog, well...you revealed your darker side too i guess

Whenever he tells you about all he did, you always say really disturbing things, and not only him, but also Sebastian loves that >_<

"Hmm *head tilt* I think you should have slowly removed his finger nails, toe nails, and then move onto the fingers...keep them alive tho....then peel off their skin and rub salt into it- ah but thats just an idea!! (*✧×✧*)"

(˘ŏ_ŏ) "what did you just say (name)?"

well!!

Once Lizzy came over for whatever reason she had, and dressed you up, telling you that you look like a doll, no! even better!

Now imagine Ciel coming from wherever he was, and seeing you, his beautiful finacé getting dressed up as a doll, while staring into the space.

However you quickly notice him and attempt to kill him- urm hug him and start talking about your day

Overally really good, has his moments but Sebastian always helps him get better so he doesnt hurt you, emotionally i mean. After all, with him by your side, nothing can happen...

Tokito Muichiro:

Being a demon slayer is never easy, but when having someone you love by your side, it seems much easier!

When he met you on one of his missions, he thought you were a demon! There was no way a human can be this pretty, and creepy at the same time.

The way you look...empty, without soul, is really weird. The way you move, almost doll like. Thats it! You're a doll!...No that isnt right...no matter

You slay the demon, and then go eat together, because food is superior.

And then again. and again. again.

Until he developed feelings for you.

He didnt really tell you, but there were signs, you unfortunately never noticed them.

When you hug him, he blushes, and when you talk and yap about your day, he makes sure to keep every detail in mind, so he can write it up later.

He has a WHOLE NOTEBOOK dedicated to facts about you, so he doesnt forget.

His favourite part of his notebook are your quotes.

"Hey...Mui...after we kill Muzan, lets live a quiet life, together, okay?"

*to a demon* "if i didnt need to cut your head quickly, i would torture you, slowly, painfully...and then, id leave you exposed to the sun...so you can have a taste of what normal humans see. And then we will go to eat, right Mui?"

"Muii! This dango matches your eyes! LOOK LOOK!"

Down bad.

(i dont rlly remember this 100% cuz i read it some time ago, srry about that) When the last mission came, and you were fighting in the Infinity Castle, you didnt see himget hurt so bad, however, on command, you were directed to the chamber. You saw a horrific scene, what most concerned you however, was bleeding Muichiro. On the floor. Hurt.

You run up to him and take him in your arms, then start crying, and succesfully breaking your doll look.

"(Name)...please...I- i love you"

Killua Zoldyck:

Okay sooo, you two met at the Hunter Exam, in the first phase lets say

Somehow, you caught his interest, not only you are absolutely gorgeous, but youre also drinking Tonpas juice?! No ordinary girl.

He would observe you during the first phase, seeing the elegant way you run, barely tired...and then, Gon would befriend you, and then Killua! so you would be friends >_< (thank you Gon ily)

You would stick by the main group as in any average killua x reader fanfictions >_<

In the third phase, when it was your turn to fight, it took a real turn.

First, Killua wanted to go fight the big, dangerous looking guy instead of you, but when you refused, he hoped you have some tricks up your sleeve.

"Oh That must be a joke, they sent a little girl against me!" the man would say "how about a death match then?"

uh oh-

"hm...i would love that, but if i were to kill you, i dont think i could stop myself from torturing you, but that would take time, and we've been here for some time...hmmm whatever....I accept!" Ready, set, go! *and he is dead*

Kill is down bad now. What was that?! there was no blood at al, no scream, nothing. Just a loud thud. were you also an assassin?

Who knows.

After that, he knows not to mess with you, and not worry...and also, have you seen how you looked?! Great heavens...

So after a lot of bonding (over choco-robots) you were close...and he liked you, especially after you said his mom is probably a robot becuse WHAT.

You talk shit about his family.

Idk probably confesses before you go to the castle wher Meruem was yk? And brushes it off, i mean, there are worse things happening...

After all the blood shed and pain, and suffering, you meet him and Alluka (my babyyy)

Alluka would 100% love you!! So everything is good...sort of...right? RIGHT? Wrong, his mom doesnt like you but who cares about herrr...

Gon is your biggest shipper :3

( ⓛ ω ⓛ *) - u have choco robots :3?

[mymoshangthoughts]

oki i know we've all just chosen to accept that beatings are a part of demon mating culture and like, i dont think thats 100% wrong, but also thinking about linguang-jun's reaction to seeing shang qinghua beaten at the ascension incident, im kinda hesitant to fall into it 100%

oki my biggest defense for it being a demon-culture thing is that sha hualing didn't show any disagreement when mobei jun suggested "three beatings a day" in that particularly hilarious conversation, but that's honestly pretty thin. we know that she loves binghe and she never makes any attempt to fight him or to have him fight her. if anything, she strives to avoid it

there's also the possibility that the 'beating' that linguang-jun witnessed the conclusion of was a particularly unromantic one via demon standards. he saw shang qinghua and said "oh you were clearly displeased with him" so mayyybbee there's something to the pattern of bruises that speaks to intent but again, that's pretty thin

so might i suggest, from my humble little insane brain, that rather than beatings being a demon-culture thing, mobei jun is just fucking weird

oki bear with me oki but i rlly like this idea a lot LOL

im not even saying that mobei jun is a sadist (altho def not opposed to that), im saying that my socially awkward icy demon lord just straight up has no good concept of how to get the attention of his intended and this is sincerely his best effort. there's no research, no demon custom, no human custom, it's just mobei jun desperately screaming "look at meeeeeee pleaaassseeee" in his own extremely unique way that fucking no one understands

i would defend that this is likely due to his fucked up childhood and trust issues. like maybe linguang-jun isolated him to such an extent that mobei-jun winds up relatively divorced from his own culture for courting and doesnt even fucking know the first thing about it. maybe he has some twisted history of "look the only time i was shown affection was during martial training, which were basically beatings, so beatings = affection, yeah?" or maybe he's just so stupid and desperate that he has no fucking idea and no real plan, he's just trying to get shang qinghua's attention by any means necessary

i sort of like a mixture of all of the above. like linguang jun was the only person who showed him more typical signs of affection, and that was the prelude to betrayal. so mobei jun doesnt trust those types of affectionate gestures. but when he received martial training, either from his uncle or in one of the handful of times he'd seen his father, it was at least useful. like he can remember getting beaten and know there was an honesty to it. beating him made him stronger, being strong helped him to survive, it was the truest affection he's received in his life. and look, mobei jun hasn't exactly put all of that together all of that in as many words, but the effect is long lasting. and not all of shang qinghua's beatings were out of affection either. ultimately, there's this suspicious as fuck cultivator who's groveling at his feet and mobei-jun isnt exactly keen on humanity to begin with. and with shang qinghua prone to more typical shows of affection, the way his uncle was before the Betrayal? he's not going to be tricked again! he'll beat the human into submission to prove that he's strong and he's not a small defenseless child anymore who can be so ruthlessly abandoned! but then he really does start to develop feelings for shang qinghua and really does want his attention and qinghua simply wont look at him. sure, he'll throw out a million words of groveling and acting pathetic, but what does any of that even fucking mean?! does qinghua only see him as a king? does qinghua even see him as that or is he waiting for a chance to betray him? how can he get shang qinghua's attention? how can he keep him? and so he thinks about his only fond memories of 'affection' and starts the habit of beating qinghua lightly three times a day. it's gotta work. it totally has to work. it MUST be working, bc qinghua just told the demon emperor that acting pathetic is a way of showing affection!!! SO CLEARLY QINGHUA MUST LOOK AT HIM NOW RIGHT?!!? but their relationship just doesnt seem to be progressing and after the qinghua saves him from falling, mobei jun now has a brand new "height of being show affection" memory to cling to but its... very much the opposite of his memories of being beaten. and a whole lot better too. being caught by shang qinghua and protected in that way has his heart thudding every time he remembers it and suddenly beating qinghua has lost its appeal. how can he do something for qinghua that matches that feeling??? because now it feels poultry to offer qinghua mere beatings when those barely even seem enjoyable for qinghua anyway??? and he doesnt particularly enjoy qinghua acting pathetic for him either, even if he knows theres affection behind the gesture, and qinghua always acts extra pathetic during beatings so thats another reason to lay off. so mobei jun is in the middle of contemplating this shit and stops beating qinghua so much when suddenly its time for his ascension ceremony and he drags qinghua there with him and now qinghua is talking about leaving him and mobei jun's heart just about shatters. is it because he laid off on the beatings? is it because qinghua was always planning to betray him, the way he always feared? is it because mobei jun misread this whole thing? in front of his dead fathers door, a man who never gave much of a fuck about him, while anticipating the arrival of his horrible uncle, vulnerable and reminded of every reason he's never trusted traditional shows of intimacy and so he tells qinghua to fuck off, beats him without any affectionate intentions, and greets his uncle in heartbroken misery. but then qinghua COMES BACK WHEN HE NEEDS HIM and he apparently always hated the beatings which is a blow but also now QINGHUA IS LEAVING HIM AGAIN AND THIS IS HELL, MOBEI IS IN HELL RN.

and not to mention, he witnessed linguang-jun beating shang qinghua and suddenly, he doesnt even know why he ever thought beatings were all that affectionate either because this is horrible and he hates it and mobei jun is Not Equipped To Cope With Guilt, it's not something he's been trained in and he is not coping with ANY of this well tbh, not his uncle, not his heartbreak, and he just wants the familiarity of shang qinghua's normal pathetic behavior. something normal. something to ground him. but shang qinghua is not normal right now and he's still planning to LEAVE and mobei jun is all panic, no thoughts. and now shang qinghua is saying shit like "you only beat me cuz i was easy-going and weak" and ow? that hurts? and then shang qinghua is saying he was only ever indulging mobei jun and OW? THAT HURTS?! and mobei jun is prideful and in pain and upset so he's relying on familiar emotions. being angry. being prideful. being haughty. pretending he has any control over this situation. unsure how to act outside of their normal dynamic. unsure how to respond to this very different side of qinghua. but no matter what he says, qinghua is leaving. qinghua pinches his cheeks and insults him and calls him spoiled even when he's seen directly how his own uncle treats him and calls himself his father in front of the room where his father lies dead and yeah, it hurts when qinghua pinches his cheeks. not just the physical pain, but the knowledge that qinghua wants to hurt him. that hurts most of all and it's pathetic but mobei jun's head is swimming with the knowledge that maybe violence was never a good idea between them but what else can he do in this situation? he's completely out of his depth! so he threatens qinghua not to leave and he still LEAVES

so now he's trying to find qinghua and the entire time his mind is a complete mess of emotions because was he wrong all this time and qinghua cannot be gone, thats unacceptable, and what can he offer to make qinghua stay? how can he possibly not lose this person?? and the best he can think of is to let qinghua hurt him in return, let him get his licks in, and maybe that will help

but shang qinghua doesnt hit him when offered and qinghua seems a bit scared of him and for the first time ever that seems kinda fucking awful and mobei jun is out of his depth, but the warmth he feels when shang qinghua wont hit him is really... something. and maybe theres a lot more shows of affection he should be learning, like the feeling when someone could hit you but chooses not to. and look, he's starting from abysmal standards. and yeah, when shang qinghua suggests he cook for him that sounds weird and demeaning and mobei jun instinctively wants to turn it down

but when he thinks about how it might be a way to show affection that they both appreciate, he's really determined to see it through

anyway thats a verrrryyyyy long over-explanation as to why i dont think the beatings are demon culture, i think mobei jun is just a terminally awkward traumatized weirdo who doesnt know how to communicate

[bbyg4rl]

what are some blogs you'd recommend?

buckle up soldier bc i have so many blogs that im gonna fangirl over rn <3 i love all of these blogs so much they legit inspire me to write if im being honest. so many talented people im getting emotional just typing ab it.

@arietem my new fav acc actually 🤭 im so obsessed like im being so fr her fics are so so good pls go read everything bc uh why not? YOURE BLURRY BUT YOURE ALL I SEE !!!! its blurry and arietem is all i see ‼️

@stxrrkissed - shes a multi but ill literally eat up everything she writes bc i love her writing + all the characters she writes for are in my heart (and my coochie) so! i dont want to lose you has been on my mind since ive read it bc i wish so bad obx s4 was a dream too

@girlwhorizzed - so so talented, her bf!jj fics and babydaddy!jj fic ugh LET ME TELL YOU I WAS ON MY TIPPY TOES. her most recent one is like dark!jj and all and omg i was giggling snd kicking my legs as if he wasnt kidnapping me like 😭

@abslvrs13 YUM YUM YUMMY theres this one she wrote about jj holding readers tiddies and um me when? and her vamp!jj fic ON MY MIND ALL DSY EVERYDAY AND DOIN TIME ??? DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED im gonna be doing time for what went on in my pants after that !

@lilastrocup stfu bc if this acc was a human id hug so hard and never let go. everything!!!! read everything!!!! id literally die and come back to life just to come back and crash on jj's bike. read riptides and heartstrings bc i said so yuh i cant wait for more parts of the bet i literally downloaded wattpad for it istg

@jjslvt she isnt active much anymore but i love her work sm go read all of her works bc YES LAWD rhythm is a dancer? IM BUSTING MOVES. cops cant stop us? LAWD IM BUSTING A NUT love hurts? im bustinf tears actually. heart bones and soul is my fav from her bc im being so fr it healed smth in me. go read.

@santaasi 4 words. shape of my heart. and then 2 words more army jj. im literally signing up for the army rn as we speak bc him waving bye to me IS NOT THE END. IM COMING JJ WAIT.

@maybejj dont read many smaus but BUT AHEM her smaus are going on my grave stone bc i need to make a shrine for her. GOSSIP GIRL on my knees. FRACTURED TIES again, on my knees. TWIN FLAMES my knees have buckled and fallen off. Her smaus are so interesting like they keeo you on your toes the whole time rhe twists and turns in gossip girl like ok um give me a handkerchief.

@loveharlow seven. seven. seven. seven. seven. seven. seven. im saying seven seven times on this side of the screen just to be clear. i dont wanna ruin the plot but all I'm gonna say is ive always known kiara was that. IVE ALWAYS KNOWN. seven is genuinely like im not even joking one of the best written series rewrites ive read pls hold me.

@slowburnsoldier july. J U L Y. J FOR JULY. so my hair is suddenly blue now! i read july and i thought ok this is also going on my grave stone! so! yes! also if i steal jj's gun will he cuddle me or what? JULY MAKES ME SO JEALOUS I ALSO WANNA BE A BADDIE WITH BLUE HAIR PLS LORD IM A STAR PLEASE

@issues4him so not exactly a jj acc i think BUT i have 3 kids with rafe so you have to listen now! i see blue collar rafe and my pants dissappear actually 😞 its a medical condition actually </3 i love my hardworking man and nobody takes care of his wood other than me so yes! and then theres cop!rafe um put an airtag up my coochie thx! luv u! OH AND GHOST OF YOU no i cried acrually. why woukd you do that to me dawg i though we were cool </3 i feel so bad for jj pls can i universe hop so I CAN HOLD HIM PLS

post fangirling bhavya here: theres like a million more accs that i havent mentioned here theres so many talented ppl on this app! ive only started posting here since like jan SO i dont know a lot of blogs yet </3 im working on it 😭

[andy-wm]

So...Who then?

A BRIEF SYNOPSIS of WHO:

Jimin is searching for the girl he thinks is out there for him (one who he can give the world and more to). He can't understand why he hasn't found her. Who is his heart waiting for?

Clue: it's the person who literally falls into his path. This is the ONLY person for him - everyone else has walked away.

I have to confess... I didn't hear WHO as more than a generic pop song the first couple of times i listened. I was in my car driving home from work when i first listened, and then bustling around with domestic stuff as i listened a second time.

Its very unusual for me to be so casual and negligent with first listens but my head wasn't in the game. I didn't want to push it.

So I consciously put it aside until i could give it the attention it deserves.

I want to clearly state that if WHO was purely a fun and impersonal pop song i wouldn't be judging the song or Jimin for that. It's got a catchy tune and i enjoyed it, and I'm not expecting everything Jimin creates to speak to me personally.

Some things are just for fun and that's okay.

But I think there more to this song...

As with much of Jimin’s work, what seems simple on the surface is more complex when you dig a little deeper...

I watched the mv with the lyrics onscreen and my impression is forming (It's still basically a first impression though so i probably missed things)

What i notice, reading the lyrics as i listen, is that it's not the love song i first thought it was.

It's not a love song at all.

This song is all about about Jimin

and it's full of questions...

She's always on his mind, this woman he has yet to find. He thinks about her every day.

He's not telling us his standards are too high, or all the girls he likes are unavailable, or he never goes out to meet people.

He's telling us he's been searching but he hasn't even MET her yet.

Hes telling us he doesn't know why he hasn't found her.

((Why the insistence that it has to be a 'her'?

That's easy:

Anyone who was raised in a hereronormative environment is going to go through life thinking they will find love with the opposite sex. It's the default expectation. Everything in society tells us this from advertising, to entertainment, to the government. For a lot of gay or queer people, you expect that to happen. You kiss a lot of girls or boys and you expect to feel that spark (shoutout to the enbys who nobody can see).

And the spark just isnt there, so you keep looking. You search for that one individual who will make you feel the way you're *supposed* to feel.

The lyrics of this song are basically saying exactly this.

If you believe - as i do - that Jimin struggled with his identity and that he didn't recognise his love for JK as ROMANTIC love until JK started returning his affection, then it makes sense that he believed he would (or should) fall in love with a girl.

And look, he dances with ALL the girls. He has a red hot go at this. He really tries, but nothing sticks.))

Now back to the song...

He tells us that he goes out and meets a lot of people:

But he still doesn't know who she might be.

HE'S NEVER MET HER...

"We've never met" he says it twice in succession. So he hasnt even met a girl he thinks COULD be the one?

🤔

Can i take a guess?

MAYBE THERE'S A CLUE HERE:

"Who is my heart waiting for," sings Jimin as a BILLBOARD falls from the sky.

Its "crash landing on you" but figuratively, not literally.

The face on the billboard looks very familiar 🤔

And also...

KEEP GOING>> says the billboard.

When asked in an AMA what he would say to his debut self, Jimin said "You nice. Keep going."

We know how tough things were in the lead up to debut, especially for Jimin. He nearly lost his place in the group several times. And it's no secret that as a group they struggled to be taken seriously by the industry.

But wait... what else does the billboard say?

W H O

Not 'WHO?' but WHO

It's a statement, not a question.

If you're looking for a sign, this is it.

THIS IS LITERALLY A SIGN

Dont forget that this billboard/person crashes into his life - falls directly in his path - when hes alone out there.

There's nobody there but Jimin.

And for Jimin, there is nobody else

🐰🐥

ETA: Here's the next part of my response to 'WHO'. This post looks at the MV Specifically.

[grahstumhurts]

𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩

Pt 1 of 2 A/N Still working on pt2 which will include smut, working on a couple other things so will be taking my time to make sure its good quality. Request

Fluff

Lara x Megan x Biker Fem!Reader

Content - Cursing, elusion to sex

The way the wind feels when you are the only one on the road, it's ethereal. I blast my yearning playlist through my headphones. Currently on is “Dive” by Olivia Dean. I scream-sing down the highway, The dashboard clock screaming 1 am in my peripheral vision. My curfew set by Sophia had been Midnight after multiple late night rides. I pull off the highway into the streets of the neighbourhood, the streets eerily quiet and my bike's engine roaring through the streets. I turn off the engine and walk the bike up the driveway into the garage of the house, Where a very mad looking Lara and Megan appear in the doorway of the entrance to the inside of the house. I'm fucked.

“Where have you been?” Lara looks me up and down, checking me for any signs of a crash or a fight. “You do know you are one hour late, right?” 

“We literally had to force Sophia to sleep. She has an early morning tomorrow and you know how stressed she gets when you go out for late night rides like this.” Megan sighs as I pop the kickstand, pull off my helmet and  hang up both my jacket and helmet on the hanger next to the door.

“I know, But I've been stressed as well and this is one of the things that helps me ground myself.” I confess to the two of them “But I'm here right? Not damaged!” I stupidly grin at them, both looking very disappointed.

“Stressed about what exactly?” Megan asks as we step into the house, I slip off my shoes and kick them off to the side.

“It's nothing serious,” I try to brush it off. To be honest, I've been stressed about my feelings for them. Its not exactly a secret that I have a crush on both of them. I mean who wouldn't, right? Its Lara Raj and Megan Skiendiel, both very very attractive women with the gravitational pull of a fucking blackhole. It's pretty hard to NOT have a crush on them. 

“You know we are all here for you, whatever you wanna talk about.” Lara pushes a stray tuft of hair away from my face “Whenever you're ready to talk.” Lara sits next to me and puts her legs up on my lap. She suddenly sits up, seeming to have an epiphany of sorts.

“We’re still mad at you” She grips my chin, holding it in place to force me to make eye contact with her “Megan, you know how we should punish her?” She smirks at Megan who's leaning against the armrest of the couch

"I think i know some ways to teach her a lesson" Megan's hand slips onto my shoulder "Pretty thing isnt she?" She tucks my hair behind my ear.

"Such a shame that shes so," Lara pauses, "Naughty" She says it so perfectly, with a sultry voice one cant resist. She leans in closer to my ear, "You'll take what we give you right, Baby?" I nod eagerly, a sheen blush covering my cheeks.

"Good girl, YN" Megan runs a hand through my hair.

I'm definitely fucked tonight.

[3liza]

YES

TLDR:

all websites are using you as an exploitable resource for your data, in this case posts. treat them as hostile landlords and religiously back up your data (posts) on your own storage

no one knows when tumblr will shut down

it will shut down and data will be lost

the people who know about this sort of thing can see the signs but theres no way to know exactly what will go down, or when

use the blog backup button in the settings menu and download your blog. the fact that tumblr even lets you do this is incredible

the tumblr backup file is a big fat nested zip that looks like this. mine was huge. ihavent opened the inner zips yet so im not sure what format they are but the media folder is really just a stack of jpgs and [ngs etc. pretty cool

tumblr will eventually shut down. you should back up your posts. EVERY WEBSITE EVENTUALLY SHUTS DOWN

however the way websites shut down is not something people usually know about in advance, nor is it something that gets planned-upon in general. there is no possibility of anyone involved knowing what's going to happen or when, except that you absolutely cannot depend upon any third party to manage your data for you. your blog is data. back it up regularly

you will almost certainly not receive a warning like "tumblr is out of money and will be closing in 90 days". usually what happens is the site owner sells it to someone who then strips it for parts. Livejournal for example was sold to a russian corporation that turned it into, basically, grazing land for spambots. the site never even shut down, it's still running, its just unusable. i mean you can still post on it, everyone's old blogs are still there. but no one does, because it's just a wasteland full of bots. that's the kind of thing that usually happens to social networks, not "we're deleting this entire website tomorrow your shit is GONE" type thing.

the reason the I Know How Internet Works type people KEEP posting warnings about tumblr being at the end of its natural lifespan is because we've seen this before, we recognize the signs, and we know what to do next. but there's no way to pinpoint dates or know in advance if tumblr is just going to slowly collapse or if the servers will actually go down or if someone will mangle it into a different kind of website etc. the site will eventually "die", but what that means isnt specific, and until it's about to happen no one will have any kind of timeline on when tumblr finally tips over into dead website territory, and no one will agree on exactly whether tumblr is dead or not either. the timeline for this death process--once it starts in earnest which arguably tumblr hasnt yet--is also really variable. sometimes its weeks, sometimes its years.

so yes, you should be worried about your data, you should be worried about your data all the time, especially if someone else is controlling it. if you care about ANY data, back it up yourself. if you let someone else control your data, you will lose it permanently. this is true of everything, not just tumblr, and not just websites, everything

[islandofsages]

Hey ! Can I ask for a male!reader that is a 4th or 3rd year at the NRC (in the dorm you want), and Yuu, Grim and Ortho after seeing him just decided to adopt him like their father ?

The reader is the definition of a good father, and Yuu, Grim and Ortho made him sign the adoption contract (give by Azul).

(Maybe the reader can be the boyfriend of Idia ?)

I just want a reverse adoption with Grim, Yuu and Ortho bc they need a good father.

characters: ortho, yuu and grim with fourth year male reader

tags: platonic, fluff, fic format

warnings: none

author's notes: sorry i didnt do the characters separately, i think they would have similar reactions. also reader isnt with idia bc im keeping this blog fairly romance-free :) thank you for giving me an excuse to write fourth year reader tho, the concept is so interesting and fun to explore!! and hes not in any specific dorm, wanted to keep it ambiguous hehe. honestly this whole thing was my own spin so word count: 974 words

You haven't gone back to NRC in a while. Despite the absolute chaos that goes on way more than often in that school, you’ve grown to harbor fondness for that familiarity. Luckily, you're due for a report of the progress of your internship. Instead of merely sending an email to your professor, you’ll go meet up with him yourself and check up on your underclassmen (maybe even get to know the freshmen) in the meantime.

You are just one of the many seniors of NRC but you found that your dorm members are quite fond of you for whatever reason. So when you come back for that short time period, a few of them come to greet you and catch up with you. Apparently, the abandoned dorm is now occupied by not one but two new students. You didn't even know there was an abandoned dorm!

“One of them can't even use magic and came from a different universe or something? And one of them is literally a magical monster! The school totally got weirder when you left, (Y/N),” one of your dorm members explains. You try to imagine it in your head. Yeah, no, if nobody told you that’s exactly what happened, you wouldn’t have known. You only believe the dorm member because you trust them enough.

“Oh, and remember Idia? The one with the robot brother? He’s a housewarden now. And his brother's a student now. He's an actual freshman,” more gossip makes their way to you. Your eyes widen at the news. You feel like you may remember them, the Shroud brothers - you could tell Idia was trying really hard to stay on the down low so you did him a favor and left him alone for the most part.

You don’t stay at your dorm for very long - you did come to NRC for a reason - and that was to send in that report of yours. Though you already dropped it off before checking up on your underclassmen, you plan just walking around school and taking in the sights that were once so familiar to you. And you haven’t even really graduated yet.

You walk down the hallways and say hi to whoever you recognize, basking in that comfortable familiarity. Some friendlier students stop to chat with you and to be perfectly honest, you feel a little old compared to everyone. You don’t mind but what’s rubbing it in is how some of the students are calling you “Dad” to tease you. You know they’re being playful for the most part but you can’t help but feel a little awkward with the nickname.

Then you run into those three.

You recognize the younger Shroud brother - hard not to with his flames for hair - but you can only guess the other two are the new students occupying that abandoned dorm; one’s uniform seems foreign and the other is not even remotely humanoid. They're definitely eye-catching, especially together. And apparently, you're pretty eye-catching too, with the way they lay their eyes on you while you were talking to another student.

The younger Shroud brother leads the group as they make their way to you excitedly. You're already preparing yourself for what you assume is a normal conversation with these kids. Too bad normal is the wrong thing to expect from these three, you will come to know.

“(Y/N)! You’re back at school!” The younger Shroud - Ortho, that’s his name - exclaims as he flies slightly upwards, happy to see you again. The other two look at you curiously, head tilted to the side and all. You offer them a jolly laugh as you tell the other two who you are and update all of them of how your internship is going. They’re eerily silent when you’re relaying your story but you appreciate not being interrupted. ‘What polite freshmen,’ you thought.

Until they aren’t, because they interrupt you with-

“Can you adopt us?!”

Their eyes twinkle as they clasp their hands together and gaze at you with their best puppy-eye look. Oh, they’re being genuine. This is escalating way too quickly - the nickname was weird enough, you’re not sure what to feel about a bunch of age-ambiguous freshmen wanting a fellow (though presumably older) student to adopt them. You sigh and put on your best smile so as to not disappoint them.

Truth be told, it really isn’t as bad or weird as it sounds. People were already teasing you about it so might as well run along with it. But still. Legally adopting these freshmen would still be too much for you to handle. After all, you’re still going to be preoccupied with your internship. You won’t be present for most of their school years and the last thing you want to be is a father who forgot to bring the milk back home.

You tell them you will think about it, in case they were actually joking and you’re somehow dumb enough to not catch on. They agree to allow you to take your time… but then they start muttering about “getting a contract from Azul” and you immediately step in to stop them from taking any drastic measures.

After that whole ordeal, you leave school more exhausted than you thought you would be. After all, three freshmen literally asked you to become their father and adopt them and were about to get you to agree to some contract.  But then, you find out, they turn out to be the best children you’ve ever had. 

They can be a handful, sure - Ortho is way too curious for his own good sometimes, Grim can’t sit still and picks fights with people often, and Yuu is… Yuu. Being a single father is definitely not the easiest thing to do with them as your children.

Yet you wouldn’t trade them for the world.

[autisticlenaluthor]

'nat loves jackie enough to give jackie the choice to leave' OH MY GOD

especially after her growing up knowing exactly what it is to be trapped in an abusive relationship- either physically/financially (as a teen who cant leave home legally) or emotionally (the way her mum loves her dad so much even though he treats her so badly).

So, for your consideration: Nat (unintentionally) hurting Jackie in some way- maybe she makes a comment about Jackie always having it easy at home (even though she knows it isnt really true) or gets frustrated with her and snaps at her or something else that isn't like really bad or anything but still, Jackie's upset and Shauna seizes on it as a way to show Jackie that Nat really is bad for her.

Except it sort of backfires bc when Shauna encourages Jackie to sleep away from Nat/not join her to hunt/whatever, Nat is like 'That's fine, have as much space as you need' and is just so damn validating- she apologises sincerely and then backs off and Jackie can't get over how easy it is to be mad at Nat- she's not arguing or pushing for forgiveness or avoiding her or anything at all- and she quickly stops being mad at all.

And even when Shauna tries to prod Natalie a bit- perhaps by proxy, making Melissa ask Nat if she doesn't think Jackie was overreacting bc what Nat said wasn't THAT bad, Natalie just sort of shrugs like 'She can be upset, I'm not gonna tell her she can't be mad at me.'

Like Natalie just being so frustratingly accepting and calm that Shauna ends up wanting to hit her just to get a reaction from her.

hope you don’t mind i wrote a little fic for this one

—

“What the fuck would you know about that? You had everything back home!”

The words slip out, harsh and fierce before Nat can stop them. She doesn’t mean them - not really. She doesn’t mean to make Jackie’s chin waver, or her hazel eyes grow so wide she looks like a deer before the gun fires. And she especially doesn’t mean to be the reason for the tears that fill them or the way Jackie has to stare to keep from crying.

But she is.

And fuck, it could kill her.

“Jackie…”

The sound is raspy and low. It’s softer than ever as Nat takes a remorseful step forward, all remnants of whatever ridiculous thing they’d been fighting about quickly forgotten. It doesn’t matter now. She just needs to show her she’s sorry - that she knows it was a stupid, messed up, incorrect thing to say.

But Jackie backs away.

She folds her arms over her chest and shakes her head. All Nat can do is stand there, feeling dumb as ever, as she retracts her tentative hand.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she says, her lips tugging every which way. “I swear, I didn’t.”

But Jackie still won’t respond. She tightens her arms around herself and tries harder to bite back her tears. It’s the same expression she’d worn when she was finally lucid enough to speak after being brought back in from the cold that night. That restrained hurt she’d been so desperate to keep to herself when she confessed alone to Natalie about the fight and how they’d kicked her out.

“Yeah, whatever,” Jackie finally mumbles. “Asshole.”

She turns and walks away with her head down and arms still folded. It makes Nat want to crumble or yell - she isn’t sure. But she figures even if she knew, it wouldn’t matter. All she can do now is stand, watching, as Jackie goes right back to Shauna.

—

Nat’s sitting in front of their hut, cleaning the rifle with an old rag when Jackie finds her again. Nat holds her breath and looks up at her, trying to search her for signs in Jackie’s expression before she speaks.

Normally, her tells are obvious.

Jackie’s smile never reaches her eyes when it’s fake and if her pep talks are filled with false confidence, her voice will have the smallest flat affect. If she’s angry but trying not to show it, her brow is slightly lowered. And if she has no idea what’s going on but is desperately trying to fake it, she just looks like herself.

For once, Jackie’s impossible to read.

“Hey, what’s-”

“I can’t stay here tonight.”

Jackie’s words are shaky, like she isn’t quite sure of them. She has to sit in the statement for a moment before nodding her head decisively. Nat can’t tell who the gesture is supposed to be for.

“I just- I need space.”

“Oh.”

Nat sets the rifle down. She glances past Jackie and notices Shauna standing outside her own hut. Her arms are crossed and her expression is tight. She’s wearing the slightest sneer - as if to mock Nat from afar. To flaunt in her face once in for all - I’ve got her now. She’s mine.

The thought of it makes something simmer in Nat’s gut.

She’s not something to own.

But Nat keeps quiet. She looks back at Jackie instead and does her best to muster a small smile.

“Yeah, um, that’s cool. I get it.”

Jackie falters. She opens her mouth to speak but comes up blank, which only seems to frustrate her further. Clearly, she’d expected some sort of push back.

“You’re not like… we’ve been together almost every night since…” Jackie won’t say it, but Nat knows what she means. “You don’t…?”

“I’m not in charge of you, Jack,” Nat responds. She chuckles softly and does her best to focus on Jackie - not the seething ball of fire behind her. “You can have time away if that’s what you need.”

Jackie swallows. She considers for a moment before nodding once more.

“O- okay,” she says. “Thank you.”

—

Jackie lays flat on her back, wide awake as she stares up at the makeshift ceiling.

Shauna’s arms are wrapped around her - they always are if they find themselves together now. But for as familiar as it is, Jackie can’t get herself to relax.

It’s just Shauna, she thinks, mentally kicking herself for being so withholding. It’s the person who always used to hold her like this - who would stay up past midnight on the phone with her, whispering so she wouldn’t get caught using the landline in the kitchen. It’s her best friend. Was her best friend.

Jackie shifts, sighing as she looks at the arm around her.

Shauna’s hold is tight now. Restrictive.

It makes Jackie open her mouth every time she needs more air - biting at the sky like she can’t get enough oxygen without physically devouring it. It all makes her think about the sharpness in Shauna’s tongue and the ferocity that’s been in every word since that fight in the cabin.

She’d tried to hide it for a while. She’d kept it under wraps as Jackie recovered - her apology replaced with mundane acts of service she figured Jackie would appreciate. And for the first few weeks, Jackie could tell herself that was enough. Shauna was still something like her friend, even if Nat was warmer. And she was familiar, even if Nat’s unknown kindness was something Jackie kept gravitating towards. She wasn’t truly bad.

Jackie clung to the narrative with all she had until summer came and with it, Shauna’s unbridled anger.

As Jackie lays beneath it now, she can feel it radiating into her skin like some kind of toxin. It makes her think back to Natalie and their fight from before - how quickly she was to let Jackie leave the same way Shauna did, and how she never fought back when Jackie walked away.

I’m not in charge of you.

You can have time away.

Jackie scoffs. Does Nat really have to be in charge to show that she cares? Does there have to be some sort of fucked up power dynamic for her to give a shit over her girlfriend leaving?

Jackie wants to believe it. She wants to cling to the voice in her head telling her that Nat doesn’t give a shit - that she’d be fine to see her walk out and never return. But the further Jackie spirals, the more she knows it isn’t true.

Because she did walk away once.

She walked away and when Shauna didn’t care, Nat did. She told her I’m sorry so many times Jackie lost count, even though it was never her fault. She stayed for weeks while Jackie recovered - when she picked fights because it was all she could do, stuck in that ratty old bed, and never let herself stoop to that level. Even when Jackie tried to push her away, she wouldn’t let herself become cruel.

More than that, she never let herself stop caring.

As Jackie gives Shauna one last glance, it hits her.

Shauna let her leave because she hated her. Nat gave her a choice because she loved her.

And when the goggles are removed - Jackie can’t believe she ever got the two confused.

[fairycheol]

enhypen as boyfriends

이희승

Heeseung is the type of boyfriend who likes to playfully flirt with you in public just to get a reaction out of you. It’s a habit he’s had since before you started dating.

But with his teasing comes his never ending urge to protect and take care of you, doesn’t matter if it’s pulling you to the inside of a sidewalk, tying your shoes for you, and making sure you are eating regularly.

And trust if he finds out you’ve skipped a meal, he’s sitting you down and personally hand feeding you everything.

Arguments between you two rarely occur and when they do happen it’s usually over something small, like forgetting to text him good morning or give him a kiss goodbye.

This man is so dramatic he once ignored you for an entire week because you mistook one of Jake’s hoodies as his (｡-_-｡)

All in all he just wants you to be happy with him, and he’s willing to do pretty much anything to make sure you feel that way.

박종성

Jay I think is more of a silent lover. He’s not screaming “I love you!” in your face 24/7 like some of the other members, but that doesn’t necessarily mean his love for you is any less.

He prefers showing his love for you by putting his black card to use no matter how much it may annoy you. Jay’s rich tho, so he has no problem dropping 1k dollars for you when he wants.

And while the expensive bouquet of flowers and fancy restaurant dates are nice, Jay also knows how to plan a more relaxed dinner date.

He’ll put his cooking skills to use and make a cute little picnic just for you, complete with activities like painting or stargazing.

You also didn’t hear this from me but, Jay is an extreme cuddlier. I’m talking straight up will put you in a chokehold just to keep you from getting up and leaving him in the freezing cold.

Kind of want my own silent lover Jay now ☹️

심재윤

Oh lord where do i even begin with Jake.

I guess i’ll start off by saying that he loves showing you off. I’m talking will go up to random strangers in a 7/11 to say things like,

“this is my girlfriend? isnt she so pretty?” and then he proceeds to get upset if the person agrees or says nothing at all like okay 💀

Then you have to yell at him for drawing to much attention to you when you have on disney pajama pants and the first sweater you could find from off your dirty floor, but he still insists you look great.

Apart from that he’s not afraid of being affectionate in public, he’ll hug you, hold your hand, and kiss you at any given moment. He still knows when to keep a respectable amount of distance between you two, especially if you begin to show signs of discomfort.

This man would be so in love it’s actually sickening, he stares at you like you made the universe. (cue Niki dramatically gagging in the background)

박성훈

The two of you are either polar opposite’s or the exact same in terms of personality but otherwise, star-crossed lovers. That’s exactly what you guys are.

Sunghoon I think is a perfect combination of what Jay and Jake are as boyfriends. He’s quiet but can get really loud with his affection whenever he wants.

Café dates are a must. He enjoys the peacefulness of sitting together drinking coffee and talking about how you’re both feeling.

I get the feeling his favorite form of physical affection is hugging you, getting to feel the warmth from your body and the way you nuzzle into his neck makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

He’ll never admit this to you but he loves being woken up with kisses onto the moles that decorate his pale skin. He’s faked being asleep at least 10 times just to get some kisses and bask in the warmth of it all.

김선우

Sunoo is probably the most energetic lover out of all the enhypen members. Nothing and i mean absolutely nothing can stop him from letting it be known just how happy he is to have you in his life.

He loves any and all kinds of dates, baking dates? loves it. stay at home dates? he’s got snacks ready. fancy dates? oh he’s going ALL OUT.

Taking pictures of the two of you is another favorite of his. His camera roll is 90% just you. He tears up a little when he has to make room for camera storage cause he wants to cherish your memories together on his phone.

I think he’s also very big on keeping you well fed. He’s always making trips to the store and buying your favorite snacks so you never run out.

Physical affection is another big thing for him, he wants you to feel his love not just through his words and actions but quite literally through his body too.

He’s a perfect boyfriend.

양정원

Jungwon, Jungwon, Jungwon, our lovely leader is def a shy lover. He’s quiet but his actions speak a lot louder than words.

He basks in the warmth of your love and affection. He’s exactly like a cat, YOU kind of have to do all the work but it’s honestly not as bad as it sounds.

He lives for dates in the park, getting to walk around and find a good place to set up your picnic makes him very happy for some reason.

And trust me when i say he has fallen asleep on your lap a good number of times, but he can’t help it! he just gets all warm and happy around you.

I do think because of his leader instincts he’s very protective of you. One time you scraped your knee at the park and my guy was running around almost in tears ready to fight the pebble you tripped on.

He eventually calmed down enough to get some bandaids from a near by store and fix you up. He insisted on carrying you all the way home and was some how successful on doing so.

西村 力

He’s your concert/trip buddy. You two will go anywhere and everywhere together it kind of annoys the members but hey, young love.

He once spotted you at one of their tour stops in the U.S. and he almost lost his mind. Fans got suspicious as to why he began to pay so much attention to the section you were sitting in.

Niki likes to facetime you at random parts of the day just to annoy you, jkjk he does it cause he wants to talk with you. Being around the hyungs for so long makes him miss you and feel lonely but he’ll never admit that.

He more often then not will sneak you into the practice room to show off his dancing and will ask for your opinion afterwards.

It’s mandatory that you give him a kiss everytime he does something good or else he gets upset 😠

All in all he’s just happy to have someone to call his home away from home.