#it was cheesey but i love cheese let me have this

[saeraas]

THE NEXT CHAPTER PREVIEW??? IS IT HER TIME?!?!

[the-kettle-whistles]

(out of context) things my younger sister has said

y'all I have been compiling this since last year :")

“give me the crog"

“I never said an 8 ton baby could do my job”

“o̷̢̦͐̑͝ͅw̸̢̪̟̖̏a̷̲̩̮̒͋͆ ̷̼̐͝o̷̧͕̪̠͊́̚w̴̩̙͑̅̈́ḁ̷̢̾̽̋̔ͅ”

*panicking* “Why My Bed Crispy”

“She like that cheese stank”

"Why is everyone named ‘Guy’ ugly”

“I hope you explode. It infuriates me that there’s still air in your lungs”

“It’s holding on by the butt stick”

“I’m trying to reminisce on phone guy memories”

“My foot is baby sized compared to your giant man feet”

”imagine being named Mark. Like it’s so embarrassing you’re name is Markus”

“What Do You Mean I’m A Threat To Human Civilization”

“You have Walter White’s hairline”

“You just have me a glaucoma test with your mouth”

"i almost broke my toe. slay"

"i'm trying to enjoy the scenery but you just keep giving me free glaucoma tests"

"the dog is knocking. let them in"

*scooby doo voice* "come here"

“I just had a terrible vision of a ferret-rat-shark and it looked at me and smiled with human teeth”

*screams* *burps loudly*

"I want a frickin' boiga"

"You dummy, we all know it's swipe left for love!"

"my hands smell like a boiga"

"I've killed millions"

"I love it when machines do my dirty work"

"I'm stuck in a heck hole"

"It feels like I'm listening to smooth brain Christmas"

"Dude I ate like 9 enchiladas over the past 2 days"

"My spicy zinger for tonight is asbestos"

"Yo yo yo, chancy bust a move"

"This tastes like grass but with out the "g r""

"Men will be like "I'm such a gentleman" and then ruin abunch of people's lives"

"One of us is dumber and it's not me"

"You got a boy? How many you pullin'???"

"You look like baby Gabriel in those Jesus things"

"'Never have babies' that's what i always say"

"you can't have an overpopulation of 8 legged friends on your skin, you know that, right?"

"he did. he wanted me for real"

"men with beefy forearms. they're like crossfit gods"

"men are beautiful. and women, too. women are also fine" *a moment of silence* "sorry that sounded kind of sussy"

"You can find gay people in the wildest places. Just like pokemon"

"You look like a drown teddy bear"

"Thanks. I feel less evil"

"That's really ugly but there's such a beauty in things that are hideous"

"Urine throne of mass destruction and sewage carnage"

"I want the tickle me elmo so bad it makes me sick"

"This is all hypothetical. You guys are insane"

"Sometimes the world doesn't give you what you want and you have to cope with it by smelling my cheesey breath"

haha decided to post this at 11 at night and kind of sick on a whim

[valleyg0th]

I know joss said the cheese man has no meaning but the cheese is love. Love is cheesey. Death of the author. The cheese means love.

At the play Cheese Man tells Willow "I've made a little space for the love slices." The series has made pointedly little space for her and Tara’s love, mostly represented in witchcraft by this point in the series, and even Willow herself first compartmentalized & hid that little space from her friends. But space is being made and a little more space will be made yet.

Cheese Man appears to Xander when he’s running from his dad and says "Love… will not protect you." Love will not protect Xander from becoming his father, a fear later manifested in Hell’s Bells.

He appears to Giles in the crypt where Olivia cries over a baby carriage & after training a childish Buffy on carnival games saying "I wear the love. It does not wear me." Giles is unable to commit to either a family with Olivia or an unconventional family with Buffy as a daughter because he’s being too logical, not letting love move him but rather moving love, weighing a cost benefit analysis.

And since all the characters represent an aspect of Buffy and they each made up a part of her in their spell in the last episode, let’s look into how the cheese’s message relates to each aspect of herself:

Buffy’s spirit has a question about how much space she has for love, one which she asks throughout season 5. But Buffy’s spirit has made space for love. However it’s an interesting question just how her lovers each handle the amount of love space she can offer from moment to moment.

And Buffy’s heart is afraid it will let her down again. Xander’s situation mirrors Buffy’s in that they both don’t have good role models or experiences with love and are afraid of fucking up. They have seen and experienced love causing hurt & pain so they are afraid of the danger zone of vulnerability & affection.

So Buffy’s mind wants to keep the love in check, she has learned to be wary. I guess you could say this relates to Buffy keeping Riley at arms length. But it may also be meta commentary that the swept-away-by-love Romeo & Juliet angst of the Bangel era was over & school girl Buffy can’t come to the phone right now because she’s dead— and as the mind I think there’s a case to make it would be most self aware and referential.

Buffy sees the cheese guy in her dream right after she reasserts the importance of her friends and her world. The first slayer speaks for the first time and says “no friends, just kill,” and the cheese guy leans out in front of her with his slices as the first slayer says “we are alone.” The absurdist interlude of a bald guy waving American slices on such a dark & serious thesis from the first slayer caused me to reflect on the oxymoronic nature of WE and ALONE being in a sentence together. Buffy was not alone, she had the cheese with her, her love of the Scooby gang, the core of the show. And so she awoke to the room where she and all her friends were napping together on the couch. (I also couldn’t help but think of the first slayer’s continued wrong & absurd messaging in season five that su*cide is a gift and the don’t kill me total cheese factor of how it all culminates with her ~“heroic martyrdom”~ in the season finale why are you booing me I’m right)

[thumperdaetime]

I think We as a Fandom (read as: Me Personally) have spent too much time thinking and sharing Glenn Closes who lean more into their potential angsty backstory, and even angstier story. (and no shade uve loved everything ive seen with Glangst(Glenn Angst)). But i personally (starting now and ending whenever i damn feel like it) would like to bring to our collective attention: Glenn Close, as a silly guy, who loves simple things, and has a good positive outlook (without toxic forced positivity)

-Glenn Close who gives great piggy back rides to Nick and later to the kids of his bandmates

-Glenn Close who considers himself an Excellent present gifter. who keeps a list of links to gifts he just Knows people will love, so he can purchase them when the price is low. and wrap them and stow them in the attic until the next time he needs a gift.

-Glenn Close who gets excited when he finds a new hand lotion to try. and will pull out the bottle and let anyone snif and sample if he enjoys the scent.

-Glenn Close who hums/softly sings Disney songs all the time without thinking. laying in bed with Morgan first thing in the morning, softly humming 'so this is love'. bopping around the kitchen making spaghetti-os and grilled cheese to the tune of 'bare necessities'.

-Glenn Close who pulls the entire tour van over to take a cheesey photo at a road side attraction.

-Glenn who is too loud and supportive at Sports (and sport adjacent) events, he's able to go to. [HC that Nick tried doing Chess club first but kept getting Talked To when his dad showed up and actually cheered for Nick. Nick didnt like the teacher who lead it anyway, and decided id be simpler to just try an after school thing Glenn could be vocal at.]

-Glenn Close who can be so focused on what he wants to say that sometimes it feels like he's not listening. but then half a month later he brings up a thing you mentioned in passing when he was telling an animated story to the whole room.

-Glenn Close being a good trans advocate for his kid. standing in in doctor appointments, and giving pep talks to Nick before therapy and counseling appointments.

-Glenn who practices guitar daily. and sits having a joint on his back porch enjoying the twilight.

[taralen]

8^D typ[ig wihile manic! WARNING: HYPER

LET'S see how many errors I can make without ever going to fix them.

What can I thik of to talk about? Ouh oh, my baby bird finally opened their eyes. SO CUTE! Yello

Yes I a really do type this bad if I do not have a grammar checker to fix it while My brain is not working properly.

HEY HEY HEY ask me anything I love to answer questions. Better than me rambling ! Oh HAHAH lord the grammar checker fixing some of these. It's making me look better at this than I actually may. ROFL

THERE'S A BABY SQUIRREL OUTSIDE. I cannot believe how cute it is. I know the mother is around here. Black squirrel just like the mother. So lovely and cute.

I add REAL CHEESE to box pasta because otherwise it's not CHEESEY enough for me!

Okay head hurts now I SHALL STOP HERE!

NO WAIT. One more thing! I ate a can of beans 7 YEARS PAST BEST BY date! I will make a COMI about it with our favorite SALESMAN! IT'S A TRU STORE!

TAEASR!

[sharksa-shivers]

"OMG BEST BOYFRIEND EVER!!!!" "Ehhhh, i dunno bout the best but i'm trying...😏"

More Sharksty? Why of course!!! --- (We see Kristy in bed sick when Sharky comes into the main bunkroom…But not fully in…)

Sharky:(opening the door and looking over at Kristy, concerned)…So are you sick? Max and Lady were saying you were…

Kristy:(coughing, nods, not feeling good)Yeah, i think i have a cold or something…

Sharky:(we see him kinda perk up a bit, boyfriend mode activated as we see him grab a couple plastic bags he has in the hall, coming in and closing the door, smiling)Well in that case- (he moves over to Kristy, opening up the bags and showing her what he's got, caring)So i got you a couple of those mini pizzas you like from that one place, garlic cheese bread too with it, i got you some of those strawberry pocky things and some strawberry donuts, i got you some lemon lime soda cuz i wasn't sure what kinda sick you were, wasn't sure if you were throwing up or anything so yeah, lemon lime soda…I got you a few of those manga books you were wanting also just in case you were contagious or anything so you wouldn't be bored BUT IF YOU AREN'T, i also got some cool horror anime movies that we can watch together while you rest easy…

Kristy:(taking all this in, she just sits there a moment before breaking her quiteness and hugging Sharky full force, very much happy with this)BEST BOYFRIEND EVER!!!!!! HOLY CRAP!!!!!!

Sharky:(taking the hug, caring but trying to downplay it some, shrugging and then hugging her back)Eh, dunno bout the best but uhhhhh, i'm certainly trying heh… ------------------ (Also speaking of Sharky biting and nipping Kris on accident lol oof...) --- (So Sharky and Kristy are watching a movie and Kristy's eating the stuff Sharky gave her…We see them on the couch together downstairs and Kristy's nomming on some of the garlic cheese bread when she looks over at Sharky.)

Kristy:(kindly, caring and offering him some garlic cheese bread)Hey, you maybe want a piece?

Sharky:(thinks a moment, smirks)Yeah actually, that'd be nice.

Kristy:(getting an idea, moving over with it)Open your mouth then, i wanna like feed it to you.

Sharky:(laughs a bit)What? Why?

Kristy:(caring)Just cuz i wanna.

Sharky:(rolls his eyes a bit but decides to go with it)Alright, fine. Pop the bread in then…(opens his mouth)

(Kristy tries but both her and Sharky are kinda dumbasses so when she puts it in, Sharky isn't really thinking and although it is very gentle, he accidentally bites her)

Kristy:(pulling her hand away, laughing)Ow!! Dude, you bit me!!

Sharky:(his mouth full now, freaks out a bit)Wait did i????

Kristy:(laughing, nods)Yeah, you did!!! Ya derpass!!!!

Sharky:(apologetic, feels very bad, still chewing his bread)Oh god, i'm so sorry!!!!! Oh god, did i hurt you??? Please tell me i didn't hurt you!!!! I didn't draw blood did i???

Kristy:(looking at her hand, brushing the bite off, hugs him)No no no, none of that!!! You just kinda startled me honestly hehehehe, but i guess that's also kinda on me, i forgot about your teeth and how sharp they are…

Sharky:(swallows his breadbite, awkward, rubbing the back of his neck)Yeah, i guess they are pretty sharp huh? I forget that too sometimes…

Kristy:(caring still, loving)Please don't let this make you feel bad the rest of the night, please, i promise you it's ok…

Sharky:(blushing)Ehhhh, no promises on my end…

Kristy:(topic changing, cuddling him)The bread at least was good yeah?

Sharky:(nods, wrapping an arm around Kristy)Yeah, it was heh. Nice and cheesey…Probs woulda been better with some sauce though… -------------------- (banging fist on the floor) YOUR HONOR, CAN YOU SEE WHY I LOVE THEM SO MUCH NOW??? FUCK!!!!! THEY LITERALLY ARE SO FUCKING ADORABLE, ARGH!!!!!!!!! Also the "idk about the best but i'm trying..." bit with Sharky...He says that alot but cmon Sharkson, Kristy clearly is speaking facts fhfdhdjkfhfdj

[honey-lemon-goose]

Me all giddy and soft because of this fic:

Yunho is just taking over and I say let him🥹💛 ksnsksjso yunho-land🤭 I shall be living there rent free like he lives in my mind rent free, seems only fair💛

'socks with cartoon golden retrievers, the man, the apple of your eye, was standing in the middle of the living room's aksnejjd the socks🤣 “C’mere, Y/N, I miss you.” He asked, clapping his fingers against his palms, beckoning you' don't mind me just crying from the cuteness😭💛 'You just liked to be enveloped in a hug all day. The real thing was even better, of course, but you had to be functional human beings and go do adult things too' akjsksk nah forget being a human and doing human things just hug Yunho🥹 'the man who you had the pleasure of saying ‘I do’ to two years ago, made you fall in love again. And again. It was a common occurrence, and happened even if he got competitive and destroyed you in a video game far too many times for you to remain non-aggressive.' AHHHHHHHHHHHHH JSJWBSJWBSISB😭💀 'but your husband, apparently, had other plans. With haste, he pulled you down into a half-lying position, pressed flush against him while he occupied the corner for balance.' BAIII IM DYING FROM THE CUTENESS AKSNSKSNKSNW🥹😱 “You are layering on the cheese TODAY, do you have macaroni with that?” CHEESEY YUNHO IS A WEAKNESS🙏🧎‍♀️ 'He was your sunshine on a rainy day, a vitamin in illness, and your biggest cheerleader. You were not kidding about the last one, either.' Yunho and Kang to the Yeo to the Sang best cheerleaders confirmed👏👏 'Both of you loved one another for everything you did and felt, for all the perfect imperfections.' Qiwnsknskwj man their relationship is just so adorable and they both compliment each other tooo🫠💛 'Wooyoung and San, nearly stole the show as flower boys with extra flair and style.' AHHHH YES THAT IS PERFECTION WOO AND SAN AS FLOWER BOYS OMG🤭🤣 'resident photographer Hongjoong to send it anyways, showed Wooyoung bowing to the poor woman as though he had just finished a theatre performance, hair almost brushing the floor.' Akwnwjwjw photographer Joong🥹 and of course Woo is caused some havoc! Wouldn't be a good time without some Wooyoung chaos💋🤌 'the realisation that you were here, only his, made his brain go haywire and his emotions fluctuate beyond any control.' I am a puddle of a human! Consider me a permanent resident of Yunho-land!!🫠💛 'Even the silly napkins on the tables that had mini caricatures of the guests printed on them, taken from funny photos you had saved on your phone as ‘blackmail material’, were hitting him right in the impossibly strong feelings.' OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT SO MUCH💀'Who else except Mingi, who had been unanimously appointed as best man, could have known where to find Yunho’s love of his life and beyond?' AKWNKWKWNW MINGI BROUGHT THEM TOGETHER AJWNJWHA🥹 "pictures you found funny, like Seonghwa literally wiping down a table in the background of one, Hongjoong caught mid chase as Wooyoung stole the camera, or Jongho and Yeosang lifting a plate of fried chicken' akwmmw this sounds like the most wonderful wedding oml🤭🫠 'No matter how he was, he was always beautiful to you.' Hehehehe agreed💛 'returned to your husband, a grown, tall man, rolled into the old ones like a burrito, wiggling back and forth.'🥹💛 silly big giant 'Toppling back into a lying position, he traced circles on the small of your back, deep in thought. As you started getting sleepy, totally immersed in the soothing sensation' a dream honestly😭💛

All of me

💐 pairing: yunho x f!reader 💐 genre: fluff, marriage au, just love, established relationship 💐 summary: "All of me, loves all of you... Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you..." - All of Me by John Legend; looking over old photographs had never been quite as sweet as this. 💐 wordcount: 3.8k 💐 warnings/tags: weddings, marriage, crying, comfort, yunho is sappy and soft, wedding pictures, literally just a lot of hugs, couple supposed to be adulting but cuddles come first 💐 wordcount: @doom-fics @layzfeelit @acciocriativity @izuijin @justhere4kpop @honey-lemon-goose @byuntrash101 💐 a/n: Hello there, this is the product of having gone totally soft for Yunho (@/senpai-of-doom and @/honey-lemon-goose y'all attacking me with quality fics and @/layzfeelit with Idol Radio goodness and us just fully drifting into Yunho-land). Thank you <3

“Babe~ Honey~ my LOVE! BABE! BAAABE!” you could barely make out the sound of shouting over the roar of the vacuum cleaner. Assuming the worst, you slammed the power button and dropped the pipe, rushing into the room from where Yunho’s voice had emanated.

“WHAT? What is HAPPENING?” you yelled back and flicked your wrist, action dramatized by the cleaning rag you had instinctively grabbed while in a panicked rush. It was supposed to be cleaning day, but after three years of living together, you should know better than to expect it to go smoothly and for the gentle giant to be obedient enough to complete all the chores without making a comedy show out of it.

Clad in an ancient t-shirt, part of a double set which you had bought on one of your early dates as a joke, track suit bottoms and socks with cartoon golden retrievers, the man, the apple of your eye, was standing in the middle of the living room, grinning and shining like the sun itself. Upon catching the sight of you, he ignored your temporary distress and only smiled with more adoration, stretching his arms out as wide as he could.

“C’mere, Y/N, I miss you.” He asked, clapping his fingers against his palms, beckoning you.

“Oh my word, Yun.”

You rolled your eyes, but in a matter of seconds were wrapped up in your husband's arms. You were surprised that he did not tease you about the atrociously tied bun on the top of your head, one that appeared to be more of a nest than anything, nor the fact that you had, once again, stolen one of his hoodies because ‘you were confident that this particular one matched your leggings the best’. No such thing. You just liked to be enveloped in a hug all day. The real thing was even better, of course, but you had to be functional human beings and go do adult things too, and latching onto one another unfortunately prevented you from achieving that.

“Babe, were you about to… d-rag me?” there it was. No wonder this man was practically best friends with your father. Sense of humour was on par.

You groaned and pulled away from him to give him a playful punch on the upper arm, but soon returned to having both your hands behind his back, grabbing on as tight as you could without tiring yourself. Dropping the rag on the floor, you let your fingers flitter across his tee and give you a better hold.

Cheekily, he stuck his tongue out at you and pulled you in again, cradling you as he rocked gently from side to side. You found comfort in having your head resting against his chest. Nothing else existed in these moments, and any worries that would accumulate evaporated, or appeared so small compared to the undivided attention and love in Yunho’s embrace that you felt invincible. Your arms dropped slightly, drifting to a more relaxed position as you realised that this was one of his ‘long hugs’, and simply sank into the feeling.

He had been awfully giddy and clingy the entire day, actually make that a week, ever since you had attended a wedding of one of your mutual friends. Yunho had almost turned into a blubbering fountain, competing with the grandparents attending, during the event, squeezing your hand until you swore your fingers went numb and you had to pry yourself away to grab the ‘emergency tissue pack’ in your purse and a bottle of water. Showering you in compliments and gazing at you as though it had been your own wedding day, the man who you had the pleasure of saying ‘I do’ to two years ago, made you fall in love again. And again. It was a common occurrence, and happened even if he got competitive and destroyed you in a video game far too many times for you to remain non-aggressive. But the soft cheeks that you just wanted to squish as he grinned at you boyishly were enough to make you forget that you barely knew what button was where on the controller.

As you moved in a slow dance, music remaining in your imagination, you spotted a thick album with a cream cover lying on the coffee table. It bore your names, and had been littered with doodles, stickers and notes that you had made together, having deemed the binding too formal, impersonal and rigid for your shared liking.

“Yun, what’s our wedding album doing out here and not on the shelf?” you questioned, tilting your head to eye Yunho with suspicion. He bit his lip, suddenly having grown shy, and played with the edge of your, technically his, hood.

“Well… I was wiping the dust off, as you instructed, and… I don’t know, it just happened to fly out at me.”

“Fly out, huh?” you chuckled, causing him to give you a small smile in return.

“Yes. On the wings of love.”

“Cheesy.”

“We always ask for extra cheese, hon.”

“True that, but wow that wedding had an effect on you, huh?” you read his actions as though he was an open book, something which had been one of the reasons why Yunho knew within a month that you were the one.

“Hey, it’s a happy moment, okay?” he took you by the shoulders and pressed his forehead against yours, knowing that the closeness and the ridiculous angle at which he would purposefully peer into your eyes would make you laugh. And bingo. You melted into his favourite sound and gave him a small peck on the lips as a way of answering.

“Do you want to look through it?”

The tone of his voice was almost concerned, like he did not want to disappoint you. Out of the two of you, he was definitely the more sentimental and enthusiastic one and you: level-headed and logical, but in nearly all cases, it worked. And in the ones where opinions did not match, you respected each other and communicated your points clearly. But the inkling of fear still did not leave him, and he felt that it would stay with him for all his life. Upsetting you was his personal nightmare, and so he always did all he could to keep an eye out, read the room, learn to understand you fully, perhaps even better than how you understood yourself.

You shifted to rest your hands on his hips, batting your eyes to prolong the silence that fell over you as soon as he asked the question. But you could not keep the game up for long, a sigh escaping you as you gleamed and stepped closer, with Yunho in tow, to the couch.

“Let’s do this.”

Initially, you sat down side by side as you took the album, but your husband, apparently, had other plans. With haste, he pulled you down into a half-lying position, pressed flush against him while he occupied the corner for balance.

“Who is dragging who now?”

“Can’t be me, nope.” He stared up at the ceiling, the walls, anywhere except you to feign total obliviousness.

“Really?” you raised an eyebrow, stifling a giggle.

“I am cuddling with my wife. What is dragging, pray tell?”

“Wouldn’t know. My soft-ass husband erased that from my lexicon it seems.” You shot back, shuffling into a more comfortable position.

“Now about soft ass-”

“Don’t you dare bro.” you cut him off in mock shock.

“Don’t bro me, we are literally about to look at our wedding photos and you call me bro?” he joined you in your miniature spectacle, pretending to have been offended by your use of the word. Even though you were just kidding, you did not want to ruin the moment and take things too far, instead settling for a simple:

“Excuse me bro.”

“You are excused. And I’m not your bro.” at the speed of light, he responded, and your jaw dropped. You could hear smugness in his tone, and simply had to twist your head to confirm your suspicions about the source of his comment.

“Did you just quote a TikTok at me?”

“Did you not know you married a hype house member?”

“Well dang sorry about that, I think I need to step up my game.” You concluded, nodding to yourself, your lips curling into a smile.

You flipped the album the right way around, pausing to trace the details of the adorable chaos with which it was decorated, recalling the evening when this idea had even crossed yours and Yunho’s minds. That same night you found out that the convenience store next to your shared apartment not only provided the best snacks at two o’clock in the morning, but also had an astonishingly large array of arts and crafts supplies tucked away towards the back. In the tranquility, Yunho decided to tangle his legs with yours to lock you in place, and whispered in your ear, inadvertently sending a shiver down your spine.

“Is there any higher to go than you?” you snorted and leaned your head back.

“You are layering on the cheese TODAY, do you have macaroni with that?”

“No, you will settle for an entire wheel instead, my love. Now go, go, open it, open it!” he egged you on like a child begging to get to the gifts on Christmas day.

In many ways, Yunho was like a bouncy ball of pure energy, while still remaining responsible, dependable and at times, too good to be true. He was the most genuine, sweet angel who stopped at nothing to make you feel loved. The smallest things about you and what you did excited him, and he took great care in memorising the sources of your happiness, only to double, triple them. He had a bright soul, and as soon as you let him, shared it all with you. It was no secret that he wore his heart on his sleeve, and maybe that was the real reason why he did not mind sharing his sweaters with you, since you already had it in your possession.

He was your sunshine on a rainy day, a vitamin in illness, and your biggest cheerleader. You were not kidding about the last one, either. Yunho had waited for an entire half-day, in the middle of the business district, for you to complete a job interview and assessment day and for him to be able to support you and gift you the bracelet you had always wanted. At the same time, he had trusted you enough to be his anchor and his guide out of the darkest places, reaching out and never letting go. Be it when he was overworked, or simply because it was one of those days when nothing seemed to be going right, you were always there for him, and he did not need to pretend to be strong and above being human. Both of you loved one another for everything you did and felt, for all the perfect imperfections.

This was exactly why your wedding had been a bundle of chaos – the two of you had been strongly against any professional curation, and instead decided to make the event what it should be: a wild celebration of your life as individuals, and your future life as an officiated union. Involving his friends and your own in the planning and execution had also been the best decision, as both the reception and after party had turned out to be even  more exhilarating than you could have envisioned. Even as you walked down the aisle, his two close partners in crime: Wooyoung and San, nearly stole the show as flower boys with extra flair and style.

“I totally forgot that Woo nearly crashed the basket into your aunt’s face, LOOK AT HER!” you exclaimed, pointing at the photograph that had captured the terror in Yunho’s relative’s eyes terrifically. The next picture, albeit slightly blurry but you begged for your resident photographer Hongjoong to send it anyways, showed Wooyoung bowing to the poor woman as though he had just finished a theatre performance, hair almost brushing the floor.

“Hold on, look at this, I never noticed how your baby cousin looked as we were saying our vows? Look at him, he is so cute!” Yunho was turning into a puddle as he relived the memories while viewing the photos, one after the other. It was so easy for him to drift back to the day, as each second was one he thanked all that was good in the world for. He had dreamed of it as soon as he had progressed into a relationship with you, and that wish had come true.

You took on the role of a makeshift stand, keeping the album up by the cover, while Yunho did the honours of flipping the pages. Each time you stopped to study a new one, he would rest his hand on your stomach, enjoying the sensation of feeling your breathing, your heartbeat. Any sign of you being so close to him both physically and spiritually, the realisation that you were here, only his, made his brain go haywire and his emotions fluctuate beyond any control.

Soon enough, you moved to the photographs from the celebration after the ceremony, and that was when Yunho felt his breath hitch. Changed out of the formal wedding outfits into more comfortable, fashionable and dance-friendly attire, you looked spectacular. He did not look too bad either if he could say so himself, but you… the way you had been caught mid-glance and were looking at him as if he was your entire universe… he could not help but squeeze you to him making you yelp.

“Hey I have organs by the way!”

“It’s okay you can have mine.” He mumbled as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck for a moment, leaving a light trail of kisses.

“Odd, but charming.” You commented, trying to get the image out of your head as you nudged your husband to flip the page once more.

“Only the best for you.”

“Then I’d like to keep you in one piece and alive, please.” Your simple answer, probably something he should not even dwell on, made him even softer than before. Yunho really was in a sentimental mood.

It was beginning to get to him. The disco ball decorations paired with peonies, the dazzling lights. The company of only the closest people who had watched you two grow over the years, and saw you two develop a beautiful romantic symbiosis. Even the silly napkins on the tables that had mini caricatures of the guests printed on them, taken from funny photos you had saved on your phone as ‘blackmail material’, were hitting him right in the impossibly strong feelings.

Though you had the original polaroids saved in an envelope which he had left in its proper location, between the thick book of Impressionism that you had asked him to buy for you, and a few video game discs which had overflowed from another shelf, there was a picture of the wall that had been created on the day of your wedding. The task had been simple – you asked all those attending to take the instant print film camera set down on a table to snap a picture of themselves, either as they were or with any of the props provided, and clip it to any of the strings wrapped around a wooden frame. By the end of the night, as the champagne kept on flowing and people got more snap happy, there were so many squares of joy that they had all been about to all fall down to the floor.

A couple of them had been zoomed in on, Hongjoong holding them in a position that reduced the glare, his immaculate manicure peeking in through the gaps. One was a picture of Yunho surrounded by a group of your closest friends, all in various states of blissful insanity and looking like they were all about to jump at the lens. The other was you, in a laughing fit, together with his friends, at this point – brothers. They had grown incredibly close with you quite quickly; as a matter of fact, it was through one of them that you had met in the first place. Who else except Mingi, who had been unanimously appointed as best man, could have known where to find Yunho’s love of his life and beyond? Could it be any better than this? How could he be so lucky?

He was frozen in place, unable to even return to his duties, so you turned to the next set of photos yourself. You attempted to comment a few times on the details in the pictures you found funny, like Seonghwa literally wiping down a table in the background of one, Hongjoong caught mid chase as Wooyoung stole the camera, or Jongho and Yeosang lifting a plate of fried chicken – a dish which the latter had insisted upon including, to inspect it. But to no avail. Your husband remained silent, and you swore his heart started to beat louder.

“Yun?” You asked, your voice barely audible as you moved to the next part of the collection.

“Yes?” he sounded chocked up, instilling alarm in you as you lowered the album.

“Yunho…”

“Y/N…?” he mirrored, breathing shallow. You twisted back to him and were in for a surprise.

“Yunho, are you… crying? No way, Yun, baby, are you crying, why?” you cooed, completely abandoning the album, and raising your hands to his face, cupping it. You had caught him just as he was getting misty eyed, but with your affection, the tears that welled up began to roll as soon as he blinked.

You brushed them away with your thumbs, lifting yourself up to not squeeze on Yunho’s body too much, letting the album fall off you and onto the floor. He was always your priority. Even though he had turned on the waterworks, he was, somehow, still smiling, though a little more pouty than usual.

“My love, what’s happened, talk to me.” you mumbled, feeling both his arms wrap around you and pull you in. “Hey, let’s sit, come on.” Fully obeying you, he took you like a koala, and shifted so he was against the back of the couch, and your legs were on either side of him, with you sitting square on his lap. “Yun, baby, was it the table? That last photo was just the table, you know the one with the flo-”

“Y/N why are you so amazing?!” he wailed, nearly knocking all oxygen out of you as he buried himself in your hoodie, inhaling your scent, searching for comfort which you were more than willing to give. You barely had the opportunity to tuck your arms in so that Yunho would not hurt himself.

“Oh, so it was those photos, right?”

“Mhm…” he hummed, not wanting to look up at you, feeling his cheeks and ears going red. It was his hoodie anyways it did not matter if he cried into it a little bit. He had the right, dang it.

“Yunnie, that is just us and our friends…”

“But it’s so perfect…”

“You’re so precious, my love. Come on, deep breaths for me, okay?” he could not answer with words, body shuddering as he struggled to contain a sob, and merely nodded against your frame. You poked his head playfully, grinning as he appeared from his temporary hideout and grew bashful.

No matter how he was, he was always beautiful to you. You had seen each other at less than ideal times, and here you were, still together and stronger than ever. What could a couple of happy tears do? Only make you want to cover him in kisses, which was exactly what you did as you regained your balance and were centimetres away from his lips. The action left him beaming, and you tried your best to wipe away more as much of the streams staining his cheeks as you could.

“Let’s look at Mingi’s breakdancing pics instead, how about that?”

“Y/N…”

The day kept on flashing in Yunho’s mind, and grew into a moving reel of all the time you had spent together so far. Soon enough, the future he had imagined with you also made an appearance, and new tears started pricking at the corners of his eyes. You tried to mimic his approach and lowered your head to make a funny expression, knocking your forehead into his. Bumping your nose with his, you further distracted him by announcing ‘boop’ every time you did so, right until he erupted into uncontrollable giggles and muttered:

“Gosh, I am a sappy mess, aren’t I?”

“That’s what I like about you, sweet love of mine.”

“Only like, and only that?”

“Okay, love, and much more than just that.”

“What else?” you had leaned into him, resting your chin on his shoulder and snaking around to embrace him back.

“I would love you even if you were a worm, Yunho, I think that says it all.” You recalled the time you had gone to change the bedsheets and returned to your husband, a grown, tall man, rolled into the old ones like a burrito, wiggling back and forth.

“I’d love you if you were a worm, too. Even if you were bacteria, you’d be mine.”

“Mm, microbiomes, now you are really speaking my language Yun.”

A quietude spread across the living room, together with the rays of midmorning sun that were breaking into it through the windows. Basking in this serene warmth, you almost did not want to return to your chores for the day but had to give it a shot.

“Yun, we have to continue…” he sniffled in response, making you look up at him again. He was forcing himself to start up again, only this time to keep you right where you were. “Oh no you don’t! Darling, we must-”

“I need attention, your departure is detrimental to my health.”

“Baby using big words, now I must stay.” You teased and pecked his cheek, leaving him more than satisfied as he grunted in agreement with your final decision.

Toppling back into a lying position, he traced circles on the small of your back, deep in thought. As you started getting sleepy, totally immersed in the soothing sensation, Yunho tapped you a couple of times, mischievous.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” you answered warily.

“…Remember what song we did that slow dance to?”

“Yunho don’t even think about it you know I’ll cry to that.”

“My head’s under water, but I’m breathing fine~ you’re crazy and I’m out of my mind~”

“Stop, seriously stop!” you chuckled, growing more vulnerable by the second.

“Really, such a basic song choice.”

“You know I love it, and you said so too!” you exclaimed, while he used his pause to clear his throat, and softly began to sing the chorus, leaving your vision blurry, and you falling in love yet again.

“‘Cause all of me…loves all of you…”

[sadgurlsposts]

I think my favorite episode out of reservation dogs in season two is 'stay golden cheesey boy'.

The character Cheese in the beginning of the episode is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Cheese is hanging w his cousin's uncle when the police arrive for a drug bust, and both the uncle and Cheese are taken away. Cheese is then placed in a "poorly underfunded" group home for boys, as he awaits for the legal system to sort out his gaurdian and living situation. It is at the group home Cheese calmly navigates through the home's dynamics.

Here there is two worlds colliding and Cheese's presence amplifys it. From Cheese stating his pronouns and being hilariously misunderstood to gentley dismantling toxic masculinity and revealing his true feelings about his friend Daniel's death, all of this is in a way that is still street smart within an institution. You never really get to know what Cheese thinks about Daniel's death until this episode. When Cheese is talking to a couple of the boys in the group home and he says, "I had a friend named Daniel. He was like my hero. And then he died. Well, he took his own life. I read some reasons why he might've did it. Its just hard for people." This line shows how observant Cheese is and why his character might not be highlighted often the way some of the other characters are (we do love Willie Jack and Bear fo sho): he can be a viewer like us, but where we are given all the answers, Cheese goes out to understand the ppl around him.

On a different note, I related to Cheese. Being both book smart as a marginalized person, living in spaces like the rez, or in my case the inner city where indigenous ppl are the highest population occupants, and then having to navigate through institutions (ex. group homes, juvie, transitional homes, shelters, rehabilitation ect.) is a cognizant experience; you're aware of changing social values of our society but must learn the ropes of the dynamics of an institution which implements survival mentalities. These survival mentalities build skewed power dynamics, as there is always a person or persons who take hold of resources like space, material and/or authority. With these mentalities in place, and an awareness to these dynamics, being a book smart marginalized person demands for you to be also street smart in a way that has you exist in institutional spaces without getting fully entangled with skewed power dynamics.

Let me put it in a way that can be a little more understanding hahaha.

My personal experience, many years ago, I ended up at a women and children homeless shelter for a couple of months, as I was an alcoholic struggling and getting back on feet. This shelter was in Saskatoon's alphabet Avenues: "the ghetto", and was mostly occupied by indigenous women and children. In this shelter was a couple of gang members too. But as I learned the power dynamics, I knew how to stay in my own lane, while being authentic to self. One of those members made a joke to some other women that I was smart but soft and that I needed protecting ("we'll make sure no one bothers justice" lmao). I was both flattered and scared LOL. This is just one example from many instances.

Anyway, watching this episode was kind of nice because I understood Cheese and his handling of being (mistakenly) placed in an institution. He was being a different kind of street smart that I could identify with. This is part of our charm and survival.

Idk if any of this makes sense but yeah, thats whats up with this episode.

[tommyspeakycap]

hi could you do an imagine/ one shot where it’s a snow day and ur w his family and it’s just all cute w whoever u want :)

snow days and haribo rings

jack grealish x reader

Jack was thankful for having a big car when he woke up this morning. It became apparent most people would have their close to Christmas family get together deterred or even completely cancelled by the amount of snow that had fallen over the course of the evening and continued when you woke in the morning.

The best part was seeing you light up like a child, eyes wide and bright as you all but jumped up and down. Jack had laughed, his smile stretched wide as you stood out the back catching snowflakes on your hands and throwing toys for the puppy who kept launching himself into the thick snow. Jack admired you from the kitchen window, conjoined dining room sliding glass door still wide open so he can hear your giggles bouncing through the house as he constructed one of the only meals he could. His toast and cheese was immaculate though, bloody amazing.

“The little ‘uns are dying to see you.” Jack announces in the car as he pulls down his parents street. His little cousins do just adore you and he can’t blame them one bit. Seeing you play with them, giggling when they pile on top of you for hugs and kisses always awakens something in him he hadn’t noticed before. It made him very broody, especially at this time of year. “Really?” you beam, eyes lighting up once again as you turn to look at him for the first time since getting into the car. He was well aware of your eyes stuck on the little snow shapes that flutter into the front window and the snowmen that line the streets. Pointing out bigger ones and getting excited when you see kids out. “Look!” You squeal, pointing your finger against the window. “Snow angels!”

“You’re my snow angel.” He retorted, flirting shamelessly with a huge cheesey beam. You let out a loud laugh as you screw up your face. “You’re awful,” you snort, shaking your head. Jack laughs with you, pulling the car into park in the drive so he can lean over and press his lips onto your cheek, warmed by the heaters of the large range rover.

Jack helps you jump out of the car so you don’t slip, because despite the fact his dad has claimed to have shovelled the drive, it was covered again in a thick layer of powdery snow. Your boyfriend wraps you up in him immediately, tucking you into his side so close you practically become one person. Touch has always been Jack’s love language. He almost always has to be touching you and it’s usually a subconscious act. An arm that’ll find its way around your waist or his hand that slips into yours. He’s very tactile and he just loves to have you there in his arms.

Karen is at the door ushering you into the warm house before either or you have the chance to raise a cold hand to knock it and before you have the chance to enjoy the heat, Jack’s little cousins - who call him uncle Jack just for easiness sake - have threw themselves at you both. Jack catches them a lot easier than you do with bellowing laughter so happy you can imagine the sound in a few years time when he gets home from training or game trips and it’s yours and his kids that get to barrel through the house and greet him like this. It makes your heart sing in a mixture of excitement and joy.

“Come on come on come on!” They chant, tugging your arm quickly through the house as you call your greetings along the way. Jack is left standing in by the coat rack with a stupid grin watching his little cousins drag you through the house until you reach the back door.

Jack can’t seem to keep his focus on the conversation with his mum as they sit at the dining room table next to the window that looks out to into the garden. He keeps looking out to you, exaggeratedly falling over when you get hit by snowballs thrown by the small kids, yelling out as they bound over to leap on top of you with hysterically laughing, wrapped up in warm winter coats, hats and scarfs. You’ve only got a jacket on though and Jack worries as he always does that you’re not warm enough.

“She needs an extra layer,” Jack mumbles, making his mother beam as she looks at him with a warm mug of hot chocolate between her hands. She’s so proud of the man that her boy has become. The kind who worried about his girlfriend being too cold even in the summer. Jack stands at the back door uneasily waiting for you to reach him. “You’re going to end up sick.” He states with a frown as he hurriedly moves to wrap a thick scarf around you neck. “That’s a myth, can’t get the cold from being cold.” You shiver, allowing him to offer you a sip of hot chocolate from his mug to warm you up and you accept it happily.

“Can get hypothermia though, Mrs Degree.” He retorts teasingly, his eyes created with a smile. “Not a medical degree, J. And that’s Miss degree thank you very much.” You snip as you trudge back off the snow with him following you, setting the mug down before he stepped out the door. Jack immediately notices the excitement on his little cousins faces when you both appear for the the snowball fight where you split into separate teams. The snowball fight where you end up pinned down on the snow by Jack, his face inches from yours as his lips just about brush yours. Even chapped and slightly cracked from the cold, Jack would kiss those lips happily forever. He can’t fight the smile that plays on his lips at the sight of your nose and cheeks tinted red from the cold.

“I could change that, you know.” He hums softly, eyes getting lost in yours. You simply gaze up at him puzzled with slightly furrowed brows. “The miss thing i mean,” he backtracks, his words something like a nervous stutter, “Cause you’re my missus, could make you a missus- mine. My missus. Like, with my name an’ all that.”

You giggle at his broken up stammering sentences, your lips stretching wide into a grin.

“Are you asking me to marry you, Jack?” You lull, a teasing tone hiding clearly behind your words as he shakes his head, moderately embarrassed by his poor attempt. Jack clears his throat, rolling off you to lay beside you on the thick snow cushioning your back before he squished you. “Suppose so,” he whips his head to face you, “Depends on what your answer would be?” he adds quickly with a smile yet worried eyes.

“Charming.” You jest sarcastically, shooting him an playfully incredulous look. “But i’d say yeah.” You add, staring up at the darkening sky with snow flakes still falling into your faces, getting stuck in Jack’s beard and landing in his hair.

“Mhm, that’s good.” He smiles softly, “Mrs Grealish. (y/n) Grealish.” Jack turns back to you, a soft smile on his lips and love shining in his eyes. “Sounds pretty good to me.”

You giggle in agreement, letting him tug you in closer to him to kiss a snowflake off the tip of your nose before pressing his lips onto yours next. “Yeah, it does.” You agree with one of those wistfully love struck grins as you look at the man you love with all your heart. “I’ll get you a ring, i promise.” He says sweetly, brushing his warm hands over your cold knuckles after he tugs you up to your feet out of the snow.

“I have a ring, Uncle Jack!” You hear from behind you, the two little kids standing there with a mini party bsd or haribos each. They beam up at you, the eldest holding out the red and yellow candy ring that Jack takes with a thank you and a tenacity as if it were a real, very expensive ring that you wouldn’t eat within the next ten minutes. Yet, the brown haired brummie still takes a knee in the snow, holding your hand and looking up at you. “I promise i’ll get you a proper ring, nice one too. All the best for you. Get you a nice big ring a s a nice big family an’ i’ll spoil you, spoil you all. I’ll spoil you forever. Promise. Will you marry me?”

Tears appear in your eyes involuntarily, a giggle breaking past your lips as you nod your head virtually. “Yeah, yeah of course i’ll marry you. Now up her and kiss me before you get a chill.”

Jack stands up eagerly, pressing his lips against yours as he pushes that ring onto your ring finger for you to hold out in front of you to admire. As Jack kisses you once again before he starts leading you inside holding onto your hand, you can only think about how happy you are with him. You’d be happy to marry him in a tracksuit or pyjamas, you didn’t care. You just wanted to spend the rest of your life with him and he felt the same way. Fancy rings wasn’t a big deal for you, but you knew he’d get you one anyway because he’s Jack. He has the money and he would be dammed if he didn’t spoil his girl.

“You didn’t,” Karen gawps, shaking her head with a teasing roll of her eyes. “You better get that girl a real one.” She tells Jack as he sits there on the couch later with you tucked under his arm, “you make sure he does.” She says to you before she went off to the kitchen. You turn to Jack, the fingers of your right hand laced into his as you raise the left one still with that ring on it.

“Sweet tooth?” You chime with a smile, Jack chuckles. “Always.” He responds easily. You lift your hand up to his mouth and just barely feel his teeth against your finger as he takes a bite off of that ring. You pop the rest of it in your mouth with a giggle.

“We are my ring.” You say through giggles, feeling his press his lips against the side of your head. “I’m sorry baby.” Jack responds, pulling you even closer to him under the warm fluffy blanket as you curl into his chest.

“Don’t be,” you mutter softly, “i’m happy to marry you with nothing but candy rings we’ll eat before the days out.”

“Good,” Jack says firmly, tightening his arms around you, “Because i’ll get you all the haribo rings you like, forever and always baby.”

The ghost of a smile dances over your lips as fatigue catches up with you, echoing his words adoringly. “Yeah….forever and always.”

[yee-fxcking-haw]

•Soul On Fire•

Summary: Just cheesey porn with a dash of plot. Very mushy, very chick flick feeling. Hitoshi and reader try to decorate for Christmas but get distracted, Hitoshi has a BIG surprise for the reader.

Pairing: Pro Hero Hitoshi Shinsou x FemReader (both aged up)

Warnings: Oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, light spanking, lots of romantic feels, a sprinkle of praise kink.

Word Count: 3,307

A/N: This is DIRECTLY inspired by that one scene from Tom and Jerry that's going around tiktok when Tom tries to romance that pretty white cat. I wrote this after three cups of hot chocolate at 2 am entirely manic and full of gooey romcom feels.

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"You're going to fall."

"I am not."

"Right on your ass."

"Toshi. Stop."

"You're totally gonna eat shit."

"Hitoshi!"

You're on the last step of the pitiful, three step ladder you borrowed from your neighbor, reaching with every inch you have left to place the star on top of the Christmas tree that's tucked into the corner of your living room.

Decorating is happening late this year… late being Christmas Eve. With you being a full time student, and Hitoshi being a full time hero, hanging tinsel and trinkets kind of ranked low on the priority list. This is your third Christmas together, but your first while living together after moving in this past spring. Toshi insists that the decorations aren’t necessary, but you want to have a tree up at the very least.

It’s nice to see him relax, though, so you’re okay with throwing a tree up with some lights and calling that Christmas. You both agreed to keep gifts minimal this year, trying to make it as easy going as possible, but a part of you does want to partake in some of the cutesy festivities, especially with him.

"You could always get off your ass and help me, oh great lanky one." You grumble, finally securing the star on the highest branch, pouting when it tilts over from the weight.

"Oh, of course, how insensitive of me." His voice is dripping with sarcasm as he lazily stands up from his spot on the couch. He gently sets his coffee cup down before sauntering over to you.

You don't like the look in his eyes, all lavender and mischief as his mouth twitches into a smirk.

"Don't." You say shortly, lifting on your toes so you can fuss at the lopsided star.

"Don't help? You're giving me mixed signals, love." His arms loop around your waist from behind. Even with your elevation, he's a decent amount taller.

Against your will, you melt into his arms. He nuzzles his face into your neck before blowing a fat, wet, raspberry against the skin. You reach for his hand and yelp when he hoists you into the air and off the ladder. You want to protest, but all you can do is giggle as your chest fills with fondness and warmth.

He falls back onto the couch with you, landing with a huff as he squeezes you against him.

"It looks marvelous, darling." He says in a mock trans-atlantic accent. He's learned that funny voices and terrible accents are the way to your heart.

"You're hopeless." You laugh as you squirm around a little so you can turn. Once he realizes you're trying to face him instead of escape, he loosens his arms enough for you to turn.

You place your knees on either side of his legs so you can straddle him as you tangle your fingers in his wild, violet waves.

"I very well may be, but whose fault is that?" He says with his velvety voice, leaning in to kiss your nose quickly.

"Did I mention cheesy?" You laugh, letting him shower your face in soft kisses.

"Oh, do you want cheesy?" He says, sitting up suddenly as he slides his hands to hold your back so he can lean you backwards slightly.

The sudden shift makes you cling to the front of his shirt as more laughter tumbles from your lips.

You look up into his enchanting eyes, the soft glow from the lights make them twinkle like brilliant gemstones.

"Oh, mademoiselle." He says in a terrible french accident.

"Oh no, Toshi, please don't." You protest between giggles.

He plants sloppy, dramatic kisses along your collar bones. As comical as they are, the feeling of his mouth on your body makes your skin run hot.

"Baby, I want to finish decorating for Christmas before it is Christmas." You breathe.

"Perhaps I can change your mind with a bit of… romance, my dear?" He wiggles his eyebrows as he continues with his dreadful accent.

You can't help but throw your head back and laugh into the air as he chuckles against your neck.

"That is so bad." You say with a playful slap to his chest.

He slides one hand up to cradle the back of your neck, keeping the other wrapped around your waist. He plants a kiss on each cheek in a melodramatic fashion.

"Oh how you set my soul on fire." He continues despite your criticism, his lips are relentless against your neck.

"Am I taking a break from decorating?" You ask, hands slipping to the back of his head so you can play with his hair.

"Please?" He drops the accent when he says it, eyes darting to yours in hopes you'll relent.

"Hmm… convince me." You say with a teasing grin, knowing he'll catch your implications immediately.

He doesn't waste one second before pressing his lips into yours. As always, you're filled with a wonderful, buzzing sensation as his mouth works against yours. Behind closed doors, Hitoshi is a hopeless romantic, all gentle touches and poetic confessions of love.

You break for just a moment, foreheads pressed together as you both drink in the dazzling atmosphere.

"You taste like coffee." You whisper, still grinning like a fool.

"Good thing you like coffee" He says, lips brushing yours slightly.

"I love it." What a pair of cheese balls you two are, but you wouldn't change it for the world.

"I love you." He breathes before kissing you again.

Slowly, he pulls you back up so you can straddle him again. Your lips move more boldly, hands grab with more urgency. You both take your time undressing each other, kissing newly exposed skin and whispering praises.

Soon he has you laid out on your back, panting beneath him as he slides his lips down your body. First between your breasts, them down your stomach until he's just below your belly button. He flips one leg over his shoulder as the other dangles over the side of the couch.

"Gorgeous, gorgeous girl." He muses, mostly to himself, as he grabs at your hip with one hand and the top of your thigh with the other.

The hand on your hip moves inwards towards your lower stomach, his touch is feathery and taunting. His eyes dance with mischief as his thumb traces lower.

"You're a tease." You sigh as you card your hands into his hair.

"You just lack patience." He whispers before pressing a wet kiss to the inside of your thigh.

"Relax, sweet girl. Let me have some fun."

His jaw drops and his tongue lolls out before he dips down to lick so slowly up your lips, he just barely flicks your clit with the tip of the muscle. Tease.

Your head flops back and you focus on relaxing the rest of your body like he taught you. Your eyes flutter shut when you feel his hand leave your hip, knowing exactly where it's going.

You feel two of his fingertips slide over the hood of your clit, pressing in gently before moving in lazy circles. The stimulation is so faint, just a hint of what he's capable of making you feel.

Then he moves lower.

Fingers slide down to gather the slick leaking from your aching hole, just to slide back up and start his lazy circles again. This time he gets right on your clit, pressing just slightly harder.

"Shit- Toshi, right there." Your voice breaks as your head shoots up, you shift up onto your elbows so you can watch him work.

The sight sends you reeling, sweat turning cold as you meet his lust blown, calculating eyes. Without looking away, he presses his mouth into the soft skin of your thigh again.

With a devilish look, his tongue pokes out so he can lick a long strip upwards while his fingers continue their teasing. Your walls flutter around nothing while he does this, your breath leaves you lungs in a shuddering sigh.

"Please, baby-" Anything else you might beg for is stolen from you as he slides his hand back down to your hole, only this time they press in with his middle and ring finger.

He twists his hand so his palm is facing the ceiling before he curls his fingers towards himself. The pads of them rub right along your sweet spot, your legs twitch as you sob gently, hands grasping at the couch beneath you.

"Please what?" He starts to pump his fingers in and out of you so damn slowly.

"Please, put your mouth on my pussy." You gasp as he pushes his fingers all the way in.

His eyes turn even darker before he bites the skin of your thigh where he was kissing.

"I love it when you talk like that." He mumbles before dipping his mouth down to tongue at your clit immediately.

You can't rip your eyes away from him while he licks at you. His fingers maintain their lazy pace as he flattens his tongue and moves it in slow up and down strokes.

All of you starts to wind up immediately, your walls tremble and pulse as your abs tighten and your breath hitches.

"Oh my god, Toshi." You whimper as the tension in your core builds.

He doesn't stop, he doesn't increase anything, he just keeps going.

The hand that isn't knuckles deep inside you reaches up to play with one of your nipples, tweaking and tugging. Your back arches at the added stimulation, small cries rip out of your throat when the fingers inside you crook just right.

You feel so hot, so full, so worked up. His tongue massages your sensitive bud as his fingers hit every single sweet spot inside you. You cry out and twitch as you finally fall over the edge. Falling doesn't seem right though, you don't feel any pull from gravity. You feel weightless, floating and flying through all of the sparks that twirl around you as you clamp down on his skilled fingers. He stays put between your legs, tongue and fingers guiding you through your climax.

“Perfect baby, that was perfect” His praise makes you dizzy, his fingers slow inside you before he pulls them out just so he can take them into his mouth with a sinful look in his eyes.

“-And so fucking sweet.” His eyes roll back as he licks his fingers clean.

“You’re incredible, Toshi.” You smooth some of the hair away from his forehead.

He scoots up to rest his chin on your stomach, he looks up at you with unusually bright eyes. It’s probably the warm wash of the christmas lights, but the bags that typically sit under his eyes almost look nonexistent.

“Get up here." You say with a weak voice.

"Yes ma'am." His voice is syrupy and enchanting, making you feel impossibly warm from the inside out.

He scoops you up into his arms with ease, settling you both back onto the couch so you can straddle him again. You feel him everywhere, in your chest, your bones, especially between your legs. Your hips grind down on him, hands needy and selfish as they find any skin they can.

“Wanna feel you, please, let me feel you.” His words all mush together a little, almost drunk sounding as his hips press up into yours, his heavy length stuck between your bodies.

You just nod and whimper against his neck when your head falls forward as you lift yourself up slightly, inviting him to shoot his hand down so he can line himself up at your entrance.

“So good, so fucking good.” He pants as you settle back down, taking him in easily as you do.

You don’t think the feeling of Hitoshi pressing into you like this will ever get old. It’s all so perfect, so quiet, so safe. Your nails dig into his pretty skin as you settle onto him completely, enraptured in the dull stretch he provides, mesmerized by his tip kissing your deepest sweet spot.

His arms snake around your waist, lifting your torso up just slightly. He holds you in place as he presses a kiss into your temple. Your hands find his hair again and you gather as much as you can. You both moan against each other when he rolls his hips up the first time.

“You’re so good for me, kitten, so damn tight.” He whispers before nipping your ear.

You can’t respond, you don’t even know how.

His hips keep rolling, then he's thrusting, then he’s fucking.

He keeps your torso locked against his as he snaps his hips up into yours, hot pants of breath fan against your neck as you whimper and tremble in his lap.

“You always like it when I get going, don’t you darlin’?” His voice rumbles against you, deep and full, punctuating his words with the snap of his hips.

You sniffle and nod, maybe answering somewhere amongst the string of moans and whines leaving your body as the pleasure builds inside you.

His palm cracks across your ass suddenly, then he grabs at the meat of your hip afterwards. It’s not a show of dominance, definitely not punishment, when you finally meet his eyes you know it’s all passion. All consuming, delirious passion.

“More, Toshi, please.”

“You got it, love.” He buries his face in your neck and lets out the most gorgeous, strangled moan as he starts to fuck you even harder. He spanks you one more time as he takes every inch of you, intense and dedicated.

With every thrust in he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. He angles his hips up just a bit more, rubbing your insides just right.

“There- fuck, baby- right there, right there.” You cry out into the room.

“Shit- let me look at you, let me see that pretty face.” He fists his hand into your hair so he can pull your head up, again the movement lacks any possessive bite, he’s just guiding.

“You’re such a good girl, so fucking good.” He’s close too, he always gets mouthy when he’s close.

Your walls start to pulse around him as he pounds away at your insides, his fingers sink into your hip as the other pulls your head back a little bit more.

“Oh kitten, I felt that, you close? You gonna cum for me?” He lures you in with his filthy words and his rich voice.

“I’m- Toshi, oh fuck- fuck, fuck, fuck.” You sob out each word as your body seizes completely, heat settles between your legs as your walls start to clamp rhythmically around him.

“That’s it, cum on that cock, cum on that fucking cock.” With a few more deep, sloppy thrusts he stills inside of you, spilling into your cunt as he groans in the back of his throat.

You both moan and twitch and whimper against each other. Your bodies shiver and grind, hands cling as breathing slows and you both just feel everything all at once.

“So good, so beautiful.” He mumbles into your damp neck.

As you both roll through your aftershocks as you slide your hands up to cradle his face.

“I love you, bad accents and all.” You kiss his forehead, his nose, his chin.

He just chuckles and stays still, letting himself be loved.

“I adore you.” He beams up at you, that mischievous glint dances in his eyes again.

“Don’t move.” He says before depositing you onto the couch.

You plop down with a small yelp of protest which he promptly ignores. You shake your head as he dashes off down the hall. You assume to get a washcloth or something, but why so abruptly?

You shiver a little bit, your damp body making you feel a little too cold now that you’re not moving so much. You scan the room for the discarded clothing, eyes locking on his shirt immediately. You throw it over your body and let the black fabric drown you, the long sleeves swallow your hands as the length of it meets the middle of your thighs.

Hitoshi thumps down the hallway and rounds the corner with a little too much speed and certainly no washcloth. He’s thrown on a pair of basketball shorts, they hang off his toned body so well, making your mouth water and your thighs rub together even after you’ve been so satisfied.

“Shirt thief.” He laughs before walking towards you lazily.

He settles on his knees in front of you, hooking his hands under your knees so he can pull you towards him. He moves so your thighs are around his ribs and his arms are around your hips.

“Round two already?” You tease, running your hands through his messy hair.

“Bet you’d like that, little minx.” He pulls you in and lays his head against your chest.

You giggle as you soak up his warmth, hands twirling his wild strands as he lets out a long sigh.

“I do adore you, you know that, right?” He asks as he brings his head up so look at you.

“I do, are you going to tell me what that weird exit was about?” You ask, bringing one hand down to caress his cheek, curiosity digging at your brain.

He settles back a little, putting just a bit more space between you so he can look you in the eyes completely.

“I love you, you make me feel alive and awake and aware. You make me feel seen and known and so fucking loved. I want to keep feeling that way, and I want to make you feel that way.” He says, his words make your heart soar and tears well in your eyes.

Then he’s reaching for his pocket.

Then he’s pulling out a little black box.

“You really do set my soul on fire, so… would you please, please marry me?”

He pops open the box and it’s perfect. It’s your favorite stone set beautifully in the metal you like, nothing over the top, simple and stunning. There’s not even a second of thought, every inch of your being loves Hitoshi Shinsou. It’s been that way since you first met him, that lanky mess of purple hair and bad jokes. This is all you want, it’s all you need.

“Yes, duh, absolutely, yes, yes, yes!” You sink off the couch so you can kneel with him, throwing your arms around his neck and knocking him onto his back. You attack his handsome face with kisses, grabbing the sides of his head to hold him in place.

“Who’s cheesy now?” He laughs as he grabs you by your sides and flips you over, between giggles and kisses he somehow gets the ring out of the box, he pulls you up to your knees as he mirrors you on his.

You offer him your left hand, when did it start shaking? Slowly, like he’s scared you’ll run away, he slides it onto your ring finger.

“Toshi, it’s so pretty.” You breathe.

“Well, then it matches you, love.”

He kisses you again, long and deep, hands on your waist as yours fly to the collar of his shirt, wishing to pull him closer and closer.

“Merry Christmas.” He mumbles against your lips, both of you grinning so much you know your cheeks will hurt.

“Hell yeah it is.” You reply, filled with the love you feel for your person, for the man that will be your husband.

[just-katsumi]

Wanted to make a not-so-little one-shot based off one of @sleepyvirgilprompts posts, specifically this one 👇😁

Enjoy guys!

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"Oh!"

Patton squeaked in surprise as a pair of arms wrapped around his stomach from behind him. He looked down to see an all-too-familiar purple patchwork pattern and sighed in relief, giving Virgil's hand a pat as he revelled in the rare display of closeness. That's not to say they hardly hug at all--quite the opposite in fact, though Patton was always the one to initiate contact. It was the unspoken rule!

But after a solid minute had passed and Virgil still hadn't let go, let alone moved a muscle, Patton's mood shifted from content to slightly concerned. He loved hugs as much as homemade cookies fresh out of the oven, maybe even more! But he also knew Virgil's boundaries when it came to personal space, and this seemed - in Patton own words - a very un-Virgily thing to break said boundaries for.

"Kiddo?" He prodded gently, "How are you doing?"

The only response he got was a small, wet sniffle.

*Dad mode activated*

Without giving it a second thought, he sunk the two of them out of the commons and straight to Patton's room. Now safe behind closed doors, Virgil separated from his dad.

"There we go." Patton said softly, turning around, but stopping short as he took in the sight of his anxious friend. Virgil's shoulders slumped forward as he hunched in on himself, arms folded at his chest and clutching the fabric of his sweatshirt. Tears were streaming down his face, leaving trails of black make-up on his unusually flushed cheeks.

Patton felt ready to cry with him, taking in just how distraught his stormy son was. He opened his mouth, ready to offer some form of comfort, but Virgil beat him to it.

"Pat...c-could we just...I-I dunno, h-hug for a while? I-I'm just...!"

He cut himself off with a sob, and the deal was sealed. Patton remained silent as he stepped forward, pouring every ounce of love and comfort into hugging his son, not really knowing what else to do. He began to rub circles on the other trait's back as he shook and cried, wondering what had happened to make the other side so upset.

...well, there really was no stopping Patton when he grew so overly curious...

After a beat of silence, he whispered, "Do you wanna talk about it, Virge? I won't force you, but...at least know that'cha can. If you want."

Virgil heaved a heavy sigh.

"I'm just...so..." He struggled to find the right words.

"...tired." He muttered weakly.

'Poor guy, he's fightin' to get the words out...and I know how much he hates fighting!' Patton thought this, yet he couldn't help the small swell of pride in his chest. At least Virgil chose to tell someone he was hurting--he knew how much courage that took, as well as the multiple meanings behind those four words.

"I'm just...so...tired..."

No...this wouldn't do at all!

Patton settled the both of them on his bed, covering them up to their chins with a blanket pulled out of seemingly nowhere. "Well," he started, "the only way I know how to get rid of the 'sleepys' is a long, snuggly nap!"

From where his head lay on Patton's chest, Virgil lifted his tired gaze to meet that of the one he called 'dad.'

"Ya know, I'm real happy I have someone other than a stuffed animal with me to snuggle. That's not to say ol' Teddy isn't a joy to rub my face against, cause he really is! Seriously his nose--so soft! Like a cloud! But it's always nice to switch things up, ya know? And I get to be with one of my famILY! Call me 'Cheesey McGeesey' but I thi-"

He didn't realize he'd been rambling until a finger placed itself firmly on his lips, promptly shutting him up.

"Alright, Cheese," Patton giggled despite himself, "might wanna take the specs off so we can, uh, 'snuggle' comfortably..." He faltered slightly as Patton made eye contact, but hey, he got the message across.

Patton placed his glasses on the nightstand, smile growing even softer as he wrapped his arms around Virgil.

"I think the tables have turned, kiddo." Patton whispered, quietly yet mischeviously.

"Then...*yawn*...can I sleep on 'em? They big enough for a...s'nggle b'ddy...?" Virgil retorted, his words slurred by exhaustion.

"...of course Virgil, always."

"Th'nks...Dad..."

Patton's heart melted with pure, unadulterated love for his dark and not-so-strange son. He whispered into the darkness before said son drifted off,

"I mean it. I'll always be here for you Virgil...the 'rain' to my 'bow.' I love you."

Virgil's tears had long since dried, a tired, genuine smile gracing his face. He snuggled further into the blanket; further into Patton. His friend. His sunshine. His Dad.

"I love you kiddo..." Patton repeated, adding one final piece of commentary before accepting sleep's welcome embrace.

"Oh, please...maybe don't sleep on the table, we eat there..."

[emilydubious]

Sick Day Comfort Food - Some Like it CHEESEY

Personally I find cheesey a little heavy when I’m ill, but I certainly see how it can appeal as a comfort food (usually melted or hot). 

Pasta with only butter and cheese was one of my go-to super quick easy meals as a student, usually had when deadlines loomed and I just needed comforting sustenance to get me through the next 3000 words. 

This selection also showcases the nostalgia and family link to a lot of our most comforting meals. What our Grandparents made us are forever mentally associated with that love and care, although no matter how hard I personally try, no meat pie I ever make is quite as good as the one my nan used to make. 

If you’re interested in this, check out my page for more Sick Day Comfort Food updates. You can also find the whole album on my Facebook page, or see updates on my instagram (All are @EmilyDubious). 

I’m also still open for submissions to this project, so do let me know if you have a particular comfort food you go for when you’re feeling unwell. 

[ussgallifrey]

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Thanks for the tag, @jbbuckybarnes!

🌿 favourite comfort food: Homemade mac n' cheese. Like, right after you combine the pasta and the sauce, and it's super gooey and cheesey? Mmm, but if you have time to bake it with a breadcrumb topping? Oh, mama. And homemade chocolate chip cookies! I just made a batch and let me tell you, quarantine has never tasted so sweet.

🌼 favourite alcohol drink: Water is my primary drink, to be honest. But if we ever go out, I do enjoy indulging in a flavored lemonade. Strawberry, raspberry, the occasional lime.

🌷 favourite relaxing activity: Baking, it's a nice de-stresser. Even cleaning sometimes can be relaxing. When I can just write something short and simple, not part of a larger series, then that can work too. And of course, music and YouTube.

🌻 favourite calming scent: Vanilla, apple cider, coffee cake swirl. Freshly mowed lawn, flowers, clean laundry.

🌺 favourite relaxing (or uplifting) song: Arrival of The Birds and Transformation by The Cinematic Orchestra

🍄 favourite book to get lost in:  Look, it's been a very very long time since I've sat down with a real book that wasn't catered to toddlers. Though there are many fan fics that I can get lost in.

💐 favourite chill-out TV show: The Great British Bake Off, I watched like three seasons in one sitting before.

🌹 the best advice you’ve ever had: You can't love someone fully until you love yourself. As someone who battled heavy depression in my younger years, I probably fantasized more about the idea of a single person coming in, sweeping me off my feet, and magically making everything better. That isn't how real life works. It took time and a lot of relearning to get to a place where I actually liked myself. Who I was, how I looked. When you're confident in yourself, if you can say maybe I'm not perfect but I actually like who I am, then it opens the door for so much more in your life.

tagging: @elatedmarvel @generaldamneron @nacho-bucky

[jefferoni-quotes]

31 fluff Jamilton

31. “You are my love.”

Ew it’s so corny I love it

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Alexander loves a lot of things.

He loves writing, he loves coffee, he loves plants, he loves people, he loves... a lot! He loves love. And it sounds cheesey, but it’s true. He loves most people, at least a little. He loves lots of people platonically, or loves them like a brother/sister. Then there’s one person, that one guy, that he loves. He loves him.

Thomas doesn’t love quite as many things.

He likes writing, he likes coffee, he likes plants. He likes people. He likes his sisters and brothers, he likes food, he likes the sun. He doesn’t love much. He loves his friends, and he loves to like things. Yet no matter how much he likes everything else, one man stands out. A shining beacon of undying, radiant love.

Damn, Hamilton.

They’re sitting in an inn, the oak wooden stools are sanded but scratchy, and they screech against the hardwood floors when moved. The bar is a dark spruce, with a few dips in the surface, but otherwise smooth. They’re both drinking some craft beer, and are both slumped slightly to lean on the bar. They’re mirrors of each other in a way.

Thomas’ feet skim the floors and a small gust of air emits from the action. He runs s finger around the rim of his pint glass, the foam on top grabbing onto his fingertip.

Alexander brushes his hair back in one swift motion and grabs his glass, tipping it up to drink. He places it on the bar with an airy thump. His gaze travels around behind the bar, which is lined with bottles of wine and barrels of beer. A few expertly crafted paintings hang high up, most with a cold colour pallette.

The inn isn’t exactly the most welcoming of buildings, but it’ll do.

Neither one of them has said anything in a while, and the few of their coworkers dotted around are beginning to get disturbed. There’s no angerd tension, no, it feels more like... a romantic atmosphere. Like some grand proposal of love is about to be confessed by either Jefferson or Hamilton. No one says anything about it, it’s just understood.

The clock ticks quietly, and chimes as it reaches 11 pm. Thomas sips his beer, wiping the little foam from his upper lip quickly. Alexander coughs and slides is empty glass across to the tender, who raises an eyebrow as if to ask if he wanted another.

“Just a water, thank you.” Alexander looked over to his right, where Thomas was swinging his legs slightly, gulping his drink every 13 or so seconds. He realises he’s been staring and immediately steals his gaze away, back to studying the paintings that he’s gazed over so many times.

Thomas finally rises, his stool scraping the floors. The room seems to go silent, wondering what the mans next move will be. He silently grabs his jacket and pulls it on, buttoning up the front. The pelts of rain can be heard clearly now, and he sighs with annoyance. Thomas looks around the inn, waves goodbye to a couple of friends and exits into the cold night.

Alexander knows Jefferson has no ride home, and he knows that transport will take to long. He doesn’t want his coworker exposed to the elements, so grasps his coat too, rushing after him.

“Mr Jefferson!” He calls into the darkness. Thomas pauses under a street lamp, the glowing light illuminating the droplets of water dotted in his hair. “Mr Jefferson!” Alexander yells once more, striding up to him with pride.

“Please, Alexander. Thomas is perfectly fine,” he says with a straight face, adjusting the royal navy blue collar of his suave jacket.

“Well, Thomas,” Alexander smirks softly, he likes the way his first name rolls off his tongue, “it appears you will be walking home. I’m happy to give you a lift.”

Thomas chuckles as the generosity sinks in. “And why in heavens name would you conceive such an act of kindness for someone such as myself?” He interrogates with skepticism.

“I like giving favours, and I figure you would rather be in a warm car, than the freezing night,” Alexander explains gently, “plus, I love making people happy.”

“Love making people happy?” Thomas repeats as a question, the rain continuing to batter down on both of them. The street lamp glows in a ring around them, making their facial features stand out in the blackness.

Alexander nods happily. “Yes, making people happy.”

“You love that? I suppose you love everyone you meet then too?” Thomas laughs almost inaudibly to himself once more, shaking some of the water droplets from his hair as they fall.

“Not exactly, in fact, I only believe I love one person at the moment,” Alex replies with a smug undertone, smiling warmly.

“Oh?” Thomas can’t help but feel slightly let down, like he deserved something. Even when he knows he doesn’t. “And who’s the luc- unwitting human?” He pauses when he almost compliments the younger man. It’s not his brand.

The two have a dance. They fight at work, insults are thrown. Then, when the work goes out for drinks, it’s all behind them. They don’t compliment or like each other, but the insults aren’t targeted or mean-spirited anymore. When Thomas nearly stumbles, he stops. By being nice, it would mean breaking their dance. Messing up their routine.

And then he realises that no one else is there to care.

“Who’s the lucky person?” He corrects shyly, water rolling down his forehead at this point.

Alex takes a moment to look over Thomas. “You,” he finally says, rain cascading off his shoulders.

Thomas’ brain processes the information, shutting down momentarily. He has to think. “P-pardon?”

“You are my love,” Alexander says lovingly, swinging his car key around his finger.

Thomas clears his throat. “A lift would be nice,” he finally decides upon, stepping out from the light and beginning to walk. Alex gazes at the pavement before hurrying after him, setting a hand on his shoulder.

“You- don’t feel the same, do you?” Hurt runs through Alex’s eyes, and all Thomas can see is his fear. It’s like he can stare right into Hamilton’s soul, like the small man is opening up. And all it is, is pain.

“Alex, there are many I thing I do not love. I do not love lots of things,” he starts, “but I do know, that you are on my list of people I love.”

And in a moment of passion Alex’s face breaks into a smile. He plays with one of the buttons on Thomas coat before staring up into his eyes. “May I...”

“You may.”

Thomas leans down and Alex goes up. Their lips meet in the rain, and it’s like god knows. They know it’s romantic, they know what they set up. Alex is still holding Thomas by the collar when they reluctantly break away.

“I think we should get in the car.” Thomas snorts quietly, tanging his arms around Alex’s waist.

“Mhm, that sounds good to me.”

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Requests are open!

(Also. This is my second best writing piece on this platform. The best being Jefferson x Mac and cheese of course)

[fitnessfoodieposts]

I love pizza,

It’s saucy, cheesey, and warm! Who doesn’t love pizza? Oh right my eating disorder. Before I started anorexia recovery, I would be terrified of eating pizza, something that is a staple in my family. If my parents got it for dinner, I would lie and say I didn’t feel like it. I would sit there eating my preplanned low calorie dinner yearning for just a bite of pizza. I would end my dinner unsatisfied and dreaming of that fucking pizza. 

If I ever allowed myself pizza, I would write it off as a cheat meal, eat several slices, get uncomfortably full, figure out the calories, feel guilty, and restrict more than usual the next couple of days. It was a vicious cycle that was taxing both mentally and physically. It didn’t happen often because I would just avoid, avoid, avoid. This was unhealthy.

Fast forward to this week, pizza is still something I struggle with. I am almost a year into recovery, and have worked through so many fear foods. I just can’t crack pizza. Last week, I started to chip away at my fear. My dietician and I set up a plan to work through my fear. There are four steps (which can be totally applicable to any food) :

1. Draw the food: it doesn’t have to be perfect. Then write down the nutrition (macros and micros), memories, feelings, and thoughts. Through this we realized pizza brought me back to two bad memories. Being bullied in elementary school when I was overweight and when I was in the depths of my eating disorder. Another reason I avoided pizza was the grease. My dietician , Hilary, pointed out that the grease is from the cheese. It becomes separated when it is cooked, thus making it visible. If it wasn’t melted I wouldn't see it or think about it. Which I know I wouldn’t be affected if the grease wasn't visible. Doing this process provides insights which is important to recovery.

2: Have a version of the food that is deemed “safe” (continue to do this until comfortable) : This can be the amount of calories that feels safe, the form, where it’s from, etc... safe is 100% subjective. For me safe was eating a frozen pizza because I could control the calories and portion. 

3: Once comfortable have the food in the form that scares you the most: Example; a full serving size, a normal sized Oreo instead of the slims, eating russet potato fries instead of sweet potato fries. This for me would be getting pizza from a pizzeria. There is a certain unknown about doing this that freaks me out. On a scale of 1-10 i give it an 8. This is where step 4 comes in.

4: Rinse and repeat: continue 3 until feeling comfortable with the food. 

Doing this gives you permission to eat the food. It takes the anxiety out of eating. This is intuitive eating. It is allowing yourself to eat without judgement or fear. You may realize you don’t even like x food. That happened to me, for the longest time I would avoid burgers. Once I finally allowed myself to have a burger, I realized that I don't really like them. They’re not as special as my eating disorder made me think. It was the element of it being forbidden that made it hyped up in my mind. After trying burgers from restaurants, I’ve come the conclusion that I only like burgers made by my dad. There’s something about his burgers that satisfy my craving more than a restaurants ever could. I wouldn't have realized this without giving myself permission to order burgers. I now opt for something else I know I’ll enjoy more. Intuitive eating and recovery is a process, but it is so worth it. 

Let me know any fear foods you’ve worked through or fear foods you’re struggling with!

xoxo,

Devon

[maris-a-writer-now]

hi!! what are your top three things about jooheon bobby and jongin???

Oof all of my beautiful boys wowowowowowowowow.

Theres gonna be a read more cause its a long one, and I don’t wanna disrupt anyone elses dash tonight sorry if i did already :(((

Jooheon:

So, I guess the first thing I have to touch on with jooheon is that I love how talented he is. He produces, he writes lyrics, and like. He does almost all of the lyrics (not by himself of course, but almost all the songs Monsta X has written has him credited). Also, he’s very humble with his writing and stuff of that nature. He always makes sure to tell anyone listening that the other members help, and that he isn’t the only one, and I love that.

His dimples??? Like idk. His dimples are just so wonderful and nice, and they always pop out and accentuate his smile oh so gently. His dimples make him look so gentle and sweet.. Ughhhhhh 

Ok so cheese alert. The third thing I’m gonna talk about are his eyes. Like, I love eyes so much, and they never change no matter what happens to your body, and I personally feel like when you look into someone’s eyes, you’re looking at them, like actually them. Like I could actually write a whole essay on his eyes alone, but I’ll leave it at this. I don’t like the color brown, but Jooheon’s eyes are my favorite color. ( oh my g o d. I actually hate that I wrote that but its out here now so . enjoy me being a cheesey ass bitch oof…….)

Bobby:

Hello this boy has been through a lot to get to where he stands now, and thats the first thing. He went through not one, but two survival shows as a group, a separate survival show alone, and then before any of that moving to Korea from the United States to train, not actually knowing if he was going to debut or not. His dedication is something that I admire and it will always be my favorite Bobby thing.

His nose scrunch. Like, I have such a huge thing for big smiles, and like. Bobby’s regular smile is so beautiful, but there’s something about seeing him big smile. His mouth opens, and he scrunches his nose up, and his eyes squint, and I just. When I see his nose scrunch up like that I know that in that picture or video that he’s happy, and I love knowing hes entirely happy, even if it’s just right then.

Ok, so I watched an interview he did with MTV a while back, and he’s so pure like. He knows the type of vibe he gives off when he raps, and he wants people to know that that isn’t all he can do, so on his solo album he made sure to include him singing in different styles to prove his versatility. Like, one of my favorite things about him is his ability to do so much with music, like he can rap and sing, and wow he’s so talented ok.

Jongin:

I really love how strong of a person he is. Like, it breaks my whole entire heart to see the amount of like mean comments he gets on twitter sometimes, and I know he can see it, but he doesn’t ever let it get to him, and he always comes out and has such a brave smile on his face, and I really hope that he always smiles.

Speaking of smiles, his smile is so precious to me. He’s on my “I would do anything for him to see him smile” list. His smile just has this energy that I can’t describe, and it literally gives me energy to see it.

I can’t talk about Jongin without talking about his dancing. The way he commands attention when he’s on stage is unparalleled by anyone I’ve ever seen, kpop or not. He’s so fluid, graceful, he literally brings the moves to life. He is a work of art. He’s a monster when it comes to choreo, and I just. I saw in a recent interview that if he wasn’t doing music, he would be a male ballerina, and like. He’s just so talented, and knowing that he would do dance in some form if he wasn’t making music makes my heart warm, because he is literally so fucking talented wow. 

I wanted to add the pictures where they belonged, but tumblr machine broke, so enjoy some smiling boys right here:

Thank you for this ask!! I really enjoyed doing this