#like i genuinely enjoy the effort i put in to making him not lie while still being the most deceptive little shit you ever did meet

[clenastia]

you know what irrational pet peeve i have in writing? when people have a character who CANNOT lie (magic, fae, Lucifer from the TV show, etc) and then.

They have them say something that's a lie. and then follow it up with a "just kidding!" like.

no?

that's still a lie? like if there is magical impetus in not lying. then you can't lie and just follow it up with a just kidding, or a that was sarcasm darling?

like maybe it's just because in those gundam wing fanfics that i've never properly written out i put way too much effort into making certain every single word and statement duo says are 100% true while still being misleading. but.

ugh.

i dunno.

it just bothers me so much when other authors just don't put in the same degree of effort into making sure their characters literally never lie.

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

Do the twins ever get attached to stanfraud? Does bill get attached to them too? what is their relationship like? and what is their immediate reaction to finding out everything was a lie -- first impressions? GAAHH I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS i'm ur biggest fan bro

Thank you so much!! It really means a lot that people are enjoying my madness this much!

It’s funny because earlier I was actually doodling him and the twins!

He absolutely gets attached and they get attached in return. While their initial introduction to him is very rocky, they come to enjoy his quirks and unusual interests, especially once Dipper puts together he was the author, and he regularly supervises them on adventures, mainly because Stan asked him too, but also because it’s strangely fun. He will repeatedly claim he hasn’t gone soft to Stan, but then Stan will find him fast asleep with the twins curled up against him, or he’ll catch him helping the twins in their respective Dipper and Mabel’s guide videos. He also likes Mabel Juice! Mabel won’t take his suggestion of adding eyeballs though. Alas.

His feelings towards them are made complicated by his own denial. He doesn’t like the idea that he’s changed much at all, and these new doubts he’s experiencing about his original plans are not thoughts he’s willing to entertain for long. He gets snappy when Stan tries to reassure him it’s okay that he cares, because he doesn’t care, he’s just… playing a role. That’s all. It’s all one big lie. He can do lies. But that doesn’t really explain the genuine panic he experiences when Dipper and Mabel are in danger, and how quickly he jumps in to protect them nor does it explain the fuzzy feeling in his chest when Mabel knits him a sweater.

He’s not the same as he was thirty years ago. That’s a fact. And thirty years was once just a blip for him, but this has felt like he’s lived a whole new life.

And on the flip side, Dipper and Mabel care a lot too. He’s off-putting and he’s strange and he says some things that imply he may have committed murder and gotten away with it, but they like being around him. It isn’t always perfect, same as it is with Stan, but the rougher patches don’t tend to last, and they reconcile by the end of the day (although, Bill is usually incapable of saying sorry verbally and shows his apology through actions instead).

Dipper for one hasn’t really had anyone he can just ramble about nerd stuff with. Bill can actually keep up with Dipper, and they both find themselves enjoying the debate they have about inter dimensional travel, or what sort of haunting would be the most annoying to deal with. Dipper does sometimes catch his uncle looking at him strangely though, almost as though he’s seeing right through Dipper and looking at someone else, but he blinks and the odd look is gone, so he must have imagined it.

Bill does sometimes push Dipper’s buttons, of course, and never gives him direct answers, usually making him look for the answer himself, or read between the lines, which Dipper comes to appreciate as it, so he claims, trains his mind for mysteries. They have a very fun back and forth, honestly. Dipper thinks Stanfraud is the coolest despite all the annoyances, and he really does try his best to impress him.

Mabel meanwhile is just her usual bundle of energy, and charms her great uncle by involving him in her unhinged hijinks, and showing him the art of glitter bombing. She meets him where he’s at! Even though he can sometimes be a little extreme, even for her, she pushes herself out of her comfort zone, mainly because of what Stan told her, about how Ford lost his mind while alone. Well, she can’t have that! She makes a real effort trying to understand him, and why he thinks the way he does.

He also weirdly gives her some good advice whenever Pacifica tries to bring her down, and Mabel is both comforted and inspired by how weird he is, even in his old age. He never lets anyone shame him out of it, and he encourages Mabel to just “Be weird! Your fleshbag life is short! Why waste it caring what lesser skin puppets think?”

Bill unknowingly allows both Dipper and Mabel to feel more comfortable in themselves because of how unapologetically ‘him’ he is.

Sorry if this is messy, by the way, I’m just writing my thoughts as I go along.

Anywho, I think all of this makes finding out everything was a lie very hard hitting for them. Mabel tries to rationalise it, that sure, maybe he wasn’t really their Grunkle, but he still loved them like he was, and they loved him like a Grunkle, meanwhile Dipper reacts very negatively, because he really thought he had found someone like him, someone he confided a lot in, and now he thinks he made the wrong choice, that he was an idiot.

And Stan lied too. He admits the biggest mistake he made was not telling them, but it’s too late for that now.

The one bright side, if you can call it that, is Stan and Bill do tell them before they get Ford back. They think they’ve finally found the way to do it, and Stan wants the kids to know before they try it, give them time to process.

Okay I’ll end there for now! Thank you so much again!

[kissedloveletters]

LOVE IS A GENTLE THING . ۫ ꣑ৎ . things they love about you.

(˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶) warnings. fluff、angst、hurt/comfort、gn!reader、overthinking、insecurities、suggestive if you squint on wukongs、mild ooc!wukong、ao lie is a bit short、established relationship、fell-hard boys ໒ ᩧ꒱characters. macaque, aolie, nezha, wukong. 1.2k wc

MACAQUE loves your loyalty.

now, Macaque genuinely loves every quality of you. There is no words nor anything to express how eternally grateful he is for you, how you gave him a try, giving the spark in his eyes back. Without a doubt his feelings run deep.

to be precise, if he has to be specific about one; LOYALTY is the first things on his mind.

Because of his rough history and past, Macaque has developed many barriers mentally. He faced a betrayal from a certain someone that still left a scar on him, It would be an understatement to say he does have trust issues and even to say he doesn’t see himself in a relationship, having something so… vulnerable, with someone.

That was before he met you, at least. he had years to build those walls up only for you to bypass them, and he allows it. he allows it.

He enjoyed it even, he felt so free and feather-light, the overthinking and doubtful thoughts all vanished. Because he trusts you. The unwavering loyalty you are giving him brings him a tingly feeling in his stomach, adoration.

The disloyalty and betrayals from the past left his heart in a racing conflict. Your determination of your character to assure him that you’ll never leave or choose anyone over him, and it never faltering brings him to believe he thinks he’s dreaming. That you’re dreamy.

at first, it took awhile to have him open to you, if he catches himself doing it, he honestly feels so heavy in his chest he would probably do anything to just get away from you before he thinks he’ll get more hurt than he already is. he has a feeling to just, cry. he’s just so tired.

It’s not often he would usually admit this, or ever, but there’s a glint in his eyes (if you look close enough) and blush clustered on his cheeks when you voice being faithful with him; even in small moments.

you being communicative is a plus too, he really needs communication, even if he’s shit at it himself. The relationship would really cease if you both are bad at communicating so.

by thus, you’re a really significant person in his life. he wouldn’t dare have anyone or anything take you away from him, and you reciprocated this too.

AO LIE loves your patience and energy

Ao lie is overly clumsy with things, so if your PATIENT with him, he’s relieved honestly.

not canon but i imagine him having somewhat of a harsh and bitter past so he gets pressured a lot. so, you being patient with him gets a weight lift off his chest basically.

also you being ENERGETIC kinda gives him a boost and like encouragement, you know? and then gets all motivated with you which you think is cute

also you both are literally that one meme “HE SAID NO PICKLES!” and he’s all like melting himself on the chair beside you looking down in humiliation

he gets flustered easily when around you, because he gets scared that he’s gonna embarrass himself in front of you ( Despite him already doing that in multiple occasions. ) and you really don’t care if he falls over in front of you or maybe you laugh at him idk

NEZHA loves your kindness

either you’re kind to him or others, even in small or major situations; he admires it, he admires you. something simple as that can make him have that fuzzy feeling. the way you gently tend his wounds while sweetly saying praises for his work and efforts or softly scolding him for being more careless of his safety, putting his duty above his safety.

it’s honestly the simple thing such as KINDNESS can bring nezha to be lovesick. actions or words he’s astonished how genuinely kind someone can be.

whether you can fight for yourself or not, he has a strong vow to protect you. he knows how cruel the world and how twisted people can really be, he has a fear that they’ll target you somehow.

he developed a protective nature, he’s not possessive per say, he just wants you protected. not extremely protective either, he knows limits and when to step in.

though if you can fight for yourself, surely, he lets his guard down only a little. he doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t think you can defend yourself or you’re weak.

is a little unsettled if you’re friends with wukong, it’s obvious he isn’t sure what to feel about the guy. wukong betrayed nezha before, and is cautious if he’ll do the same to you. if you’d reassure him; he’ll feel better and mentally slaps himself.

(wukong defiantly noticed and mocks nezha about this)

but he truly treasures you and your kind soul, seeing how strong-hearted you are made him impossibly more in-love with you. the little gestures you do on autopilot that others wouldn’t consider doing, or the kind words you speak thats soft-spoken and feel like they run deeper than anything.

WUKONG loves your matching energy and empathy

theres obviously a majority of people who get annoyed and agitated at wukong, he’s slightly off-put when you MATCH HIS ENERGY or surprised even, but that goes a second it comes.

before you two were even together, he may not act or look like it but he still has his guard high, despite for his attitude he keeps a lot of people at arm length. wukong seeing you match his energy and even having that same mischief in your eyes too get you both along well.

most weren’t even surprised at the outcome with your relationship, at-most it’s certainly expected to happen. maybe some even thought you were together before. even so, you two were like two peas in a pod, a match made in heaven.

you two were certainly a power couple, much to some people’s dismay and unimpressed-ness. you both were practically inseparable.

I expect you to be strong in some way, if you are, wukong lives for seeing you fight; it makes him feel a type of way, you can decipher what that would mean.

he feels blessed honestly, there’s a small chance of you not catching up with him in a relationship or getting tired or bored of him, which he’s secretly insecure of and wouldn’t admit it, soberly.

if your attentive, you catch on sooner or later about this and he hates it. wukong usually runs away from his problems than face them and if he crumbles too much in front of you, he feels like he’ll make a rash decision and he’ll make you leave like others have also.

there’s only so little people that can make out wukong and that side of him, you can may or may not EMPATHIZE with him. assuring him, that you will not leave him and no matter how tempting to leave or difficult he gets, that promise will always linger within you both.

wukong makes many mistakes, but he sure as hell wouldn’t make one that would loose you, maybe you’ve seen too much of him, but you have empathy. empathy for wukong is something he never really felt before, being understood despite his history and action, how easily you decipher because you emphasize with him. it warms him like no other fire that would keep him warm, how how he cherishes the feeling. how his heavy heart always having conflicts finally feel calm, calm even for a moment of being understood.

[world-of-aus]

The Arrangement - Chapter 4

Pairing:Mobboss!bucky x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Angsty Dialogue

Authors Note: I apologize immensely for the delay but my mental health has absolutely tanked in the last three weeks. I have fought enough to feel a semblance of normal and was able to put this chapter together. I hope you all enjoy, and look forward to the groveling and ass kissing our guys gonna do. Love, and many thanks, happy reading. 🤍

Bucky thinks he finally understands vividly the phrase ‘so close, yet so far’.

The two of you have been married a little over a week and it’s as if nothing has changed, he still barely see’s you despite the two of you living in the same house. You’re asleep when he arrives, and you’re gone when he wakes, and despite his best efforts, you’ve managed to avoid him at every turn.

He knows there is no excuse you could give him, no longer any reason for you to still be actively avoiding him the way you have. And while he’d give just about anything to have you at least talk to him about what troubles you, to enjoy his presence the way you had the night of your wedding, he doesn’t want to push when your discomfort is so obvious.

So he gives you time.

The first two days he gave you all the space you could have possibly wanted making himself scarce, but as the third came and went as did the days that followed, he found his patience running quite thin, an underlying hurt brewing deep within his chest.

Your close friends had all but advised against his plan to confront you.

‘She just needs time pal, she’s working through a lot of emotions, don't get a hot head because she’s coping in the only way she’s known, let her come to you when she’s ready.’

‘Listen, I’d avoid you too if I had to marry an ugly mug like yours.’

‘She’s conflicted B, she’s had her happiness ripped from her before, she’s been placed in uncomfortable situations without having anyone check up on her well-being, she’s putting herself first for the first time in a very long time. Don’t mess this up, because she won’t be the only one you lose this time around.’

He had taken their words to heart, but that wasn’t going to stop him. He just wanted to talk to you, to feel a sense of normalcy in your shared marriage, he wanted you to be happy, genuinely happy. Bucky wanted you to want to be in this marriage not because it was asked of the two of you but because it was something you genuinely wanted. He knew it was a lot to ask of you, but he would do so anyway.

Or at least he was going to try.

You're finalizing emails to meet with the other heads sometime this week when a knock stills your fingers on the keys and draws your gaze from the screen. You call out for them to enter, you weren’t sure who you were expecting but you hadn’t been expecting him. You only barely manage to conceal your shock.

“Bucky, what are you doing here?” You question unable to help the way your eyes flicker to the time on your desktop, you were certain you had mastered the times you arrived home. Your eyes flicker back to his, “I was just about to make my way to the house I would have met you there.” You lie.

He offers you a smile that barely meets his eyes as he closes the door behind him, your heart races in your chest as he closes the distance between the two of you. You watch as he rounds your desk, he stops to lean against it, his eyes taking you in.

“Is everything okay?” you worry somethings happen, with his sudden appearance.

“I don’t know y/n, is everything okay?” he questions in return.

“Well yes,” you answer, “I was just -” He stops you mid statement, he doesn’t want another lie from you.

“Don’t,” he shakes his head, “don’t do that sweetheart, don’t hide behind another lie, we both know you’ve been actively avoiding me since our first night home after our wedding, and you’ve been doing so since we signed that contract Monday, and somehow that feels worse than when you would cancel on me when I was with your sister, at least then I wasn’t catching on to the lies you made to get out of it.” Your eyes shut on a shaky exhale, “Talk to me,” he pleads, worried you’ll continue to shut him out, “tell me what I can do to make this right. This isn’t what I want for our marriage I don’t want -”

Your eyes snap open, “and you think this is what I want, you think this is how I wanted our marriage to go?” you question looking up at him in disbelief. “There may have been a time where I envisioned vividly what our marriage would be like but – I,” you shake your head unable to speak on that night right now. “I don’t know how to do this,” you continue, “I’m not even sure how to feel because before all of this,” you gesture between you, “I was certain with all finality that you’d be nothing more than someone I called a friend, my brother in law, my sisters husband and I was finally coming to terms with that, I was finally starting to feel okay with it. But just like that night I’ve had the rug ripped out from right under me yet again and I’m scared Bucky! I’m scared that it’ll happen again, that I will get too close, get too comfortable – fall in love – and with a snap of a finger it’ll all be taken away. I can’t go through that again.”

I don’t think I’d survive a second time.

“Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it,” he knows he’s pleading again, but he wants to do right by you, he wants to right his wrongs. “You’re my wife now y/n your happiness is above anyone else’s, I made vows to you that evening, vows I intend to keep. Please tell me how to fix this.”

The tone of his voice almost breaks you, has your resolve crumbling.

“That’s just the thing B, I don’t know.” You answer truthfully. “How do I come out from behind her shadow if everywhere I look it reminds me of her, of everything she had, everything she took from me that should have been mine. I can’t even look at you without being reminded -” you shake your head looking away from his cerulean blues as you press your fingers into your eyes willing away the sting of tears.

You feel your chair being pulled to where he knows kneels before you, gentle hands prying your from your face. You can’t bring yourself to open your eyes, “y/n, sweetheart look at me,” he murmurs, “please.”

Your eyes slip open, to find his waiting gaze, “you are my wife. And ill be damned if you feel anything but. Please give me the chance to give you the marriage you deserve the one you are worthy of, I know you don’t want too, and maybe I shouldn’t ask, but let me try, let me try to be the man that is worthy of you.”

He can see the hesitation in your gaze as you look down at your intertwined hands, “what if she comes back? Decides she wants you back.”

He runs his thumb along your wedding band drawing both your gazes there. “I made a promise to you, I recited my vows to you,” your gazes find one another, “I am faithful to you. My wife.”

“But what if -” he chuckles shaking his head, “There are not what ifs, I’m. Yours.” He’s squeezing your hands in his, “give me a chance, give us a chance, let’s try.”

Your hearts beating like a wild drum in your chest, “Okay. Let’s try.”

[stayandcozy]

Reflection of Us

Hyunjin X Reader Oneshot

WORDCOUNT: 3833

Masterlist

MATURE THEME ADVISED (Smut Focused)

These celebrity parties normally never bothered me. I was used to smiling and just nodding my head as big name idols rambled to me about a lifestyle I completely didn't understand. But that was okay. I didn’t mind and often I enjoyed getting to know more about the life Hyunjin lived. 

When we first started seeing each other two years ago, I made it clear that I didn’t want to share that type of lifestyle with him yet. I wanted something quieter, more romantic. But of course that only got to last a while, luckily we both knew it would happen. That Hyunjins relationship with me would get leaked. It was horrible at first, with fans sending death threats and him needing extra security. But now things have settled down and as my punishment I get to go to these parties. 

Worse was that these were not just social events for the boys but also work. Which meant Hyunjin was off playing the politics of his life. And I was forced to listen as Changbin listed off all his reasons for getting the idols to play a baseball tournament. 

“Oh come on, you have to see it right? All of us in those cute little outfits running around? The fans would eat out of our hands! Imagine how cute Hyunjinnie would look.” 

“Bin, your fans would be too focused on how bad you all are to pay attention to the outfits.” I said while taking a sip of champagne. It was expensive and still tasted like shit. 

“Where is your boyfriend, I need someone to team up with,” and with that he started whipping his head around to look for Hyunjin. I was completely unbothered by his antics so I just shook my head and looked down to check the time on my phone. But when I looked back I saw that his eyes had grown three sizes bigger. I followed Changbins gaze to the corner of the room where Hyunjin was sitting on a chair with two girls on each arm rest. They were giggling at something he said, and touching his shoulder flirtatiously. 

Not here. Don't make a scene, anywhere but here. 

As if he could feel the jealousy radiating off me, Changbin turned to me trying to diffuse the situation. “I’m sure he doesn’t even realize what they're doing.” 

I took my glass of champagne and swished it down in one gulp. “No, maybe not, but I’m not sure that makes it any better.” 

I couldn’t stop myself from staring at them. The way both girls would lean into his sides. It was driving me crazy. It made me even more sick when I saw Hyunjin look up and smile at one of them. What kind of game was he playing? Did he want cheating rumors to start, because this is exactly how you get into that kind of scandal. Or maybe he just genuinely enjoyed the attention. The thought he was enjoying himself started a deep burning in my chest and before I knew it my vision was blurring. 

Sometimes it felt like Hyunjin knew something was wrong when he shouldn't. There have been too many days after work where I couldn’t find the energy to make an effort, and before I could even tell him, he’d be calling me. Telling me how much he loves me, and that no matter what he’d be there for me. That sixth sense he had, must have been the reason his brows scrunched and he looked up to meet my glare.

There was no way from that distance he could have seen me on the verge of crying. But I guess from my deep set frown he knew something was wrong. He started to get up but one of the girls started pouting, put a hand on his chest and pulled him back into the chair. I saw him say something to the girl but then the other put her hand on his thigh. Way too high for it to be innocent. And that was enough for me. I wasn’t going to sit here and watch my boyfriend get felt up.

“Hey Bin, can I take your dorm key? I left my car keys there and I’m not feeling too well.” I let the lie slip out even though I knew he was going to call my bluff. 

“It’s pretty cold outside, do you want me to call you a taxi?”

“No really, I’d rather walk. Give me a chance to ease my stomach.” He gave me a sympathetic look before digging into his pockets to retrieve a key. He dropped it in my hand before walking off in the direction of Chan and Felix. 

I didn’t waste any more time, and rushed to grab my coat and head for the doors. The air outside instantly nipped at my nose and cheeks. Changbin wasn’t kidding, it was unbearably cold. But the temperature was helping cool down the fire burning inside of me. Every time I thought of her fingers grazing his thigh it ignited stronger. Why didn’t he stop them? Was he really enjoying it like I thought? I know that he’s surrounded by beautiful idols every day but never once have I ever felt insecure. Not until then at least. That definitely made me insecure, hyper aware of every flaw on my body. 

Three quick beeps from my phone pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. 

From My Love <3 

9:52 pm

Hey sweetheart, where did you go? I saw you one second and then you were gone.

9:52 pm

Please tell me you aren’t walking home.

9:53 pm

Changbin told me you left and then called me an idiot…? Did I do something????

I didn’t have the energy for it. I just wanted to get back to my apartment and sleep. I clicked my phone off and instantly another text came through 

From My Love <3 

9:54 pm

I know you saw those. You’re making me anxious. Can you please tell me what’s going on baby? I can’t leave for a bit more, will you at least let me know you’re okay? 

A petty thought came to me, one that I knew wasn’t right but I wanted to hurt him like how I felt hurt. If he was fine with having two random girls flirt with him all night, then he would be perfectly fine not knowing if I was okay or not. Imagining him panicking over me made me feel a little better, which also made me feel insanely guilty. Whatever, he could handle one night of worrying about me. 

The rest of the walk didn’t feel real. I couldn’t recall a single thing from my walk, only that my insides were too numb for me to register any of the numbing on the outside. But when I walked into the dorm building, my ears started to hurt from the cold. I really needed a shower, something to warm me up and calm me down. 

It was rare that the dorms were this quiet. It was nice. 

I figured I still had a good few hours before any of them came home, and Hyunjins shower had one of those waterfall heads that dropped soft water. I opened the door and turned on the water as hot as it would go. A smile crept onto my face as I thought about how Hyunjin has screamed and called me his demon in the past whenever I got in first. But that smile soon disappeared as the thought connected me to everything from tonight, and it hit me again like a train. A scream was threatening to spill past my lips but instead only a choked sob came out. I let my legs give out as I sat and nothing could stop the onslaught of tears. 

What was wrong with me? Was I not enough for him? Did he want something more than what I could give? I couldn’t compete with those girls, who am I even kidding. Maybe it would be easier on everyone if he dated someone from the celebrity world. He shouldn’t even be with someone like me. I should take some space from him. 

The waves of thoughts were exhausting me more and more. I needed to get home. Sleep would bring clarity, surely it would. 

When I stepped out of the bathroom, the steam shrouded around me. Looking up from the ground, I was met with the red and puffy eyes of Hyunjin. I nearly screamed, not expecting anyone home, and feeling all too vulnerable in only a towel. 

“He told me you left because of me…” he started but trailed off when he had to wipe away a few stray tears. It took everything in me not to caress his pretty face. 

“Yeah...” 

He just nodded, and sat looking even more devastated. I couldn’t handle it, I needed him to leave or I was going to lose my resolve. “Please, can you get out? I need to get dressed.”

“Since when have you ever been shy about your body with me?”

”Since now Hyunjin.” 

“B-but I’ve literally painted your naked body before. I’ve stared at it for hours. Thirty seconds of changing is nothing compared to that.” 

I’m not sure why it upset me, but it did. “Mmhm, and that was before I felt like I was competing with other women. Now I don't want you to see me naked.”

His eyes softened a bit but there were still more tears threatening to spill, and I absolutely hated how beautiful he looked with the added sparkle. “Baby… Is that what this is about? About Seoyun and Jiwoo?” So he knew them? I didn’t know if that should have made it better or worse but I felt the familiar burn start in my chest. He shouldn’t have left, I didn't want him to follow me. Seoyun and Jiwoo would make better company. 

“Hyun, please leave.”

“No.”

“Why are you being so difficult? Can’t you see you’ve upset me and I want to be alone?” 

A small, exasperated giggle fell from his swollen lips. “I didn’t upset you. You got jealous.”

I rolled my eyes extra hard at that. “I don’t get jealous.”

“Then why did you leave the party so suddenly?” 

“Because I felt sick.”

“Because you thought I was flirting back,” he said more as a statement rather than a question. 

“No because watching you with them made me realize how terrible we look together!” It exploded out of me before I even had the chance to think. I regretted it immediately. 

“Come here.”

“Hyun no I don’t—”

“Sweetheart. I said come here.” 

He said it with such authority I felt like I had no choice but to listen. I let my legs carry me over to stand in front of him. But that wasn’t enough for him, he wanted, needed me closer. His hands came to my back, and pushed me to sit on top of his lap, straddling him. 

My eyes were closed, I knew I couldn’t look at him. I felt his soft hands push a strand of my wet hair behind my ear and his hand lingered a bit longer, swiping at the remains of old tears. 

“There is only you…” He whispered as his lips ghosted under my ears, “there will only ever be you.” I hated how easy it was for him to affect me. The evidence of goosebumps spread across my arms gave him the push he needed to keep going. “Look at me, my love.” 

And I listened again. I opened my eyes and stared into his. He was searching for something, but I didn’t know what. I stayed quiet hoping he would continue so I didn’t have to reply. I knew if I opened my mouth, I wouldn’t be able to control what I said. 

“When I have interactions with other women at parties like that, it means nothing to me. Truthfully it makes me quite annoyed but this is my life. I can’t risk coming across as rude even if I’m uncomfortable. I let them delve into their little fantasy because it’s easier. Seoyun and Jiwoo are the nieces of one of the big donors of JYP. My managers would have killed me if they said anything about bad manners.”

“It's not fair… I don’t want them to fantasize about you.” 

A shit eating grin spread across his face when I said that. “You do realize what our fans fantasize about right?” God, I really hated him sometimes. I lightly slapped his shoulder and tried to push away from him, but his arms wrapped around my waist and wouldn’t let me move. I kept struggling to slip away and it was useless because his hold was concrete. “Hey don’t try to wiggle out of this!” He laughed and started kissing my neck. It instantly sent shockwaves through my body and my groans of displeasure turned into moans of contentment. I was embarrassed of how quickly the anger melted off of me. 

The anger disappeared completely when I felt him harden in response to my moans. 

“Hyunnie…” 

“When I look at you love, I see art. It’s why you're the subject of most of my paintings. No flowers, oceans, or fields of green could compare to you. Those girls are nothing more than a business transaction. You are my muse, not them. There’s no reason to be jealous because you don’t belong in the same world as them.” 

“Ah—No more, no more… I feel like I’m going to explode from too many emotions.”

“Then is it okay with you if I show you how beautiful we look together?”

I couldn’t do anything but nod my head weakly up and down. He moved me off his lap and walked over to his dresser before shoving it roughly in front of the bed. “Baby what are you—” I asked but I was met with a sly smile and a shushing sound, so I did nothing but sit there and watch as he moved his large full body mirror to lean on the dresser. Excited panic started to rush up my spine. Oh my god he wasn’t going to. Was he? 

My question was answered quickly when Hyunjin came behind me and sat on his knees with me in between them. If the fandom knew him from one thing, it would be his cocky confidence. The way he was able to turn anyone into putty in his hands was a divine gift. One that he used often against me. I couldn’t help but blush as I realized what his intention was, so in order to take a chance to breathe I looked down and stared at the floor. But he wasn’t having any of that, and his beautiful fingers clenched my jaw and forced me to look him in the eyes through the mirror. All too soon he removed his fingers carefully as if to gauge if I’d try to look away. When he decided it was safe he pulled away fully and his fingers went to the buttons of his shirt. 

When I thought earlier that Hyunjin shouldn’t be with someone like me, this is exactly what I meant. He was too pretty for his own good. As if he was made to be looked at. And I couldn’t look away. The way his brows scrunched in focus as he finished unbuttoning sent tingles to my thighs and I subconsciously pressed them together trying to ease the ache he was creating. After discarding the shirt on the floor he nimbly removed his pants, throwing them across the room. 

“Now,” he started. “Look at how beautiful you are.” And he hovered over my hand that was desperately holding onto the towel. I gave in immediately and let him pull the towel down. We were both staring at each other through the glass. His eyes darkened and a hungry look took over his features. It was rare for Hyunjin to get this possessive, this dominant. Staring didn’t last long, he was getting impatient I could tell by the way he subtly arched his hips into my back. Suddenly, he pushed me down so my face was pressed against the bed and my ass was up, all of my intimate parts on full display to him. No matter how many times he saw me naked, I couldn’t help the blush that would paint my cheeks. 

“I’m going to make you cum on my fingers, and you’re going to be a good princess and watch how pretty you are when you cum, okay love?” 

“O-okay.” Was all I could stammer out before I saw him take the band around his wrist and throw his hair half up out of his eyes. Fuck, he was doing it on purpose. His eyes met mine again as he twirled a strand out of the pony tail and let it fall. He knew this hairstyle made me flustered. Whenever he did it at practice he would purposely send me a picture to tease me. And that’s what he was doing right now. That cheeky grin was back, and a groan slipped past my lips. 

“Hyunnie, if you’re going to tease me all night, I’m going to go back to being mad at you,” I said. 

“Oh? Is that so…” He trailed off and I felt those godly fingers slip between my folds. “You’re too wet to be mad at me sweetheart. You would dare leave.” 

The feeling of his fingers dancing on me was making me dizzy and if I didn’t get more soon I was going to pass out. I started grinding myself back onto him. Thankfully he finally listened and those sweet fingers pushed inside me. He was slow at first, taking his time as he eased a second finger in. I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror and moaned at the sight. Hyunjin had one hand placed on my ass, and the other pumping in and out of me at a fast pace. The way he stared, captivated by me sent another shock to my brain and I could feel my orgasm bubbling. 

“Fuck… God.. Ugh baby look at you. I’m going to cum just from looking at you. You wanna cum baby? You wanna cum on my fingers?”

“Yes, god please, please, please, yes.” 

“Give it to me then baby. Cum for me.” 

And as if his every word held some supernatural force over me I did. I screamed out his name as I came around those stupid fucking fingers. 

“Did you see how pretty you looked, love?” 

Oh fuck. “I’m sorry, it felt so good baby I closed my eyes.”

He tsked, and I felt him shed his underwear. “I guess I have to do it again then and make sure you’re watching huh?” This side of Hyunjin made me weak in every way. I felt drunk on the dominance he was feeding me. I loved taking the lead with him normally but I couldn’t lie to myself. It felt insane to let him use me however he wanted. 

Before I knew it, I could feel him plunge himself into me in one slick thrust. The remains of the previous orgasm made it too easy for him to slide in. He let out a breathy moan and I snapped my eyes to the mirror to watch him. The image was so lewd. Hyunjin had both hands on my hips as he set a quick pace. I stared in awe as I watched him fuck me. Both of our moans joined together. He was right, we did look beautiful together. I nearly came when I saw him let out a light laugh and swipe his tongue over his teeth as he let out a vulgar moan. 

Watching him was bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm. 

“Mmm feel so good baby, I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep clenching me like that.” He said breathlessly. 

He was fucking me at a ruthless pace now, chasing his own high as he took quick deep thrusts. I couldn’t take it anymore, it felt so good. I let my head rest on the bed and closed my eyes for only a moment. 

“Nuh uh, we’re not doing that again,” he said as he reached forward and pulled my hair back towards him. The pain forced another loud moan out of me and it only encouraged him to go harder. I could tell he was closer from the way his eyebrows knit together and his thrusts become sloppy and greedy. He looked completely fucked out.

“Need you baby, need you to cum in me.” I managed to get out.

“Oh fuck…” and he fucked into me impossibly deeper. He still had a fist full of my hair forcing me to look in the mirror. I came instantly when I felt the warm jets of cum fill me. Clenching around him in flutters. 

He pulled me closer to his body and I felt the sticky sweat cling to my skin. His head was resting on my shoulder and I felt him watching me through the mirror, breathing heavily. I took a breath before I looked to meet his gaze. 

“See? Beautiful. We belong together. You fit me like a puzzle piece.”

I felt a pang of guilt wash over me and quickly slid off of him and turned to sit in his lap. 

“I’m so sorry I was so cold to you. I just got so insecure.” 

“It’s okay sweetheart. I understand completely. But no more being a brat to me over jealousy okay? That’s my thing.” I could help but giggle at him. He was truly the best, and I couldn’t have asked for a more caring boyfriend.

“Yeah I’ll leave the dramatics and brattiness to you. I don’t wanna feel jealous ever again.”

“Really? Not even after I fucked the jealousy out of you?” 

“Hyunjin!” 

“What! It’s true.” He giggled. God I loved him. I never hated him. I pressed my lips to him and felt him melt into my touch. 

“I love you.” I whispered. 

“I love you too.” He replied. 

His eyes looked at me so innocently and I felt that school girl crush creep up on me. What did I do to ever deserve him?

“You deserve me.” 

“How did you even—“

“I told you, you are my muse, love. I know you better than you know yourself. Come on, let's get you cleaned up and go cuddle. I expect two hours of back rubs as an apology for thinking I’d ever choose anyone but you.” 

And with that he stood and took my hand leading me back into the bathroom. A smile crept onto my face and I thought about how beautiful we looked together. I felt all of the worry melt off of me and something warmer, softer spread throughout my body. 

Author Note

You may have seen this before! I posted it on my private account, but decided I should post it here too. No I’m not stealing anyone’s work haha, I’m the original author. Thanks! Hope you enjoyed it you dirty freaks. <3

[otomiyaa]

Jinshi's Surprise

Jinshi x Maomao ft. Gaoshun

A/N: Happy birthday @ppystkposts, I think you're wonderful and wanted to write you something, so hopefully you'll enjoy this chaotic little thing^^ Have a lovely day!!

Summary: Jinshi has a surprise for Maomao, but things don't go as planned. (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 2.9K

Part 1. Jinshi POV.

Not here. Not here either. Jinshi was losing his mind. Where was she? This girl was avoiding him. That apothecary! The nerve!

"Master Jinshi. Please calm down."

"I am calm," Jinshi replied, but he indeed was not. "I just thought, you know. Maybe she got lost, or poisoned. Or abducted. One of those," Jinshi tried to reason calmly as he and Gaoshun headed back to his room.

It had been a while since he sent Gaoshun to summon Maomao for a special surprise.

"What exactly did you tell her?"

"What you told me to tell her. You have a surprise for her. She said she would be here soon."

Soon. Jinshi had always vaguely felt that Maomao respected Gaoshun even more than she respected him. A feeling he hated. But to think she would lie to Gaoshun's face too... Did she dislike Jinshi so much? To not even want this surprise from him?

His surprise stood ungifted on the table in his room. A foreign poisonous plant, she must like that.

He wanted to see the cute smirk on her face when he gave it to her. He wanted to hear her ramble about how extraordinary the gift was. He wanted her to ask him how he got it, and then listen to his casual explanation even though he put in quite some effort. He wanted her to show that rare genuine smile to him, with her eyes filled with love and joy...

Oof. He wanted so much. But she wasn't even coming when asked, and now Jinshi felt sad.

"If she doesn't want her surprise, maybe I should eat the plant and make her heal m-Hwah!" Jinshi yelped when Gaoshun poked his side.

"What! You wouldn't!" They just reached his room and Jinshi stumbled right in.

"We talked about it last time, Master Jinshi. Everytime you act like a child, I will treat you like one."

"I wahahasn't acting like a- hehehey no! Dohohon't!" Jinshi hurried towards his couch, with Gaoshun right after him, both his hands attacking his sides with the one thing that made Jinshi lose all control: tickling.

"That tihihickles! Nohoho!" Jinshi cackled, dancing and squirming around like a worm to avoid Gaoshun's determined fingers.

"I am aware it does. Maybe next time refrain from joking around about taking in poison," was Gaoshun's strict answer while he continued to tickle.

He was serious. Gaoshun would never go as far as tickling Jinshi as a joke. He seriously seemed eager to punish Jinshi for his behavior, so Jinshi laughed hysterically and tried to wriggle his way out with an apology.

"Ahahalright! I ahaham s-sorry! I won't- ahahah stohohop that! I wahahasn't- ehehe!"

Jinshi had collapsed on the couch and was squirming around. When he desperately clung to the backrest and tried to climb away from Gaoshun's prying fingers, he froze when he found a surprising presence kneeling right behind the couch. What.

"Hello, Master Jinshi."

The apothecary! Jinshi let out an unmanly shriek, and Gaoshun immediately stopped tickling him, gasping in shock as well.

"W-wha- Xiaomao?"

Maomao got up instantly and wiped the non-existent dust off her clothes - just to be clear, Jinshi's room was perfectly clean.

"W-w-what are you doing here?!" Jinshi huffed. Maomao looked at him, then at Gaoshun and she bowed politely.

"I was told you called for me."

Jinshi's eye twitched. Well yes, that was true but... Why was she hiding behind the couch?! What was she even thinking and... Jinshi felt as if the floor was collapsing beneath his feet.

She heard him... She heard Gaoshun tickle him. She heard him laugh like a, like a, like a what?

Jinshi breathed heavily at the realization that this was probably never going to leave that girl's memory ever. She was going to remember him as the helpless, uncool, ticklish Master Jinshi... Forever...

"Gaoshun. Hold her."

Maomao didn't seem at all alarmed when Gaoshun grabbed both her arms. She merely looked up at him with curiosity and slight confusion. But then Jingshi wiggled his fingers and she gulped.

Yes. There was only one way to avenge his dignity, or what was left of it.

"For sneaking around and seeing things she mustn't see. One is to be punished..." Jinshi said slowly.

He had to tickle her and make her remember that more than anything. He glared at Gaoshun. Yes. Gaoshun was going to allow it. He played a big part in his humiliation after all. Gaoshun gave a stiff nod, and Maomao let out a soft cry.

"No Master Jinshi- I can explain - I, eeek! What do you think you're- noooo! Nonono don't do that, aaaaaahh!"

Jinshi smirked while he reached out for Maomao's struggling body. Looked like they were in for quite the fun ride.

Part 2. Maomao POV.

Such a turn of events. Maomao stared in horror as Jinshi's tall figure loomed over her while her arms remained stuck in Gaoshun's hold. Jinshi's wiggling fingers inched closer and closer, and Gaoshun's grip wasn't loosening.

Oh dear. Oh no. This was it. Instead of poison, she was going to die from hysteria and embarrassment. From tickling.

This was not what she signed up for! It wasn't her fault that she ended up, well yes, overhearing something private... Such as Jinshi giggling and laughing like a child as he was getting tickled.

Despite her predicament, Maomao almost felt a smug smirk coming up. Jinshi, giggly and ticklish. Who would have thought?

Earlier today when Gaoshun came to look for her to invite her into Jinshi's room for a surprise, this wasn't what Maomao had expected to find. Or well, it clearly wasn't the intended 'surprise'.

Maomao ended up getting caught up in studying some poisons so much that she ended up losing track of time. Then hours later, the moment she rushed towards Jinshi's room and didn't get a reply after knocking, she opened the door slightly to see if he was simply being pissy about her not showing up sooner and if he was ignoring her, or if he really wasn't here.

He really wasn't there.

In other cases she would've waited for him to arrive, really. But right after opening the door, she noticed a remarkable plant on Jinshi's table. There was also a subtle interesting scent lingering in the air. Her curiosity got the better of her and she slipped right in, without Jinshi being here...

The plant seemed foreign, poisonous and very rare. Perhaps it had caused a mysterious case of poisoning at the palace and the surprise was a new mystery for Maomao to solve. Hmhm.

Maomao couldn't fight her desires to smell it, feel it, taste it...

But then as soon as she had picked a leaf and put it in her mouth, she heard Jinshi and Gaoshun's voices and footsteps. They were coming back, ah! In panic, Maomao instinctively hid herself behind the sofa and nibbled on the poisonous leaf there.

She barely had time to regret her decision of hiding herself rather than reveal herself to Jinshi. Already very soon, Jinshi's surprising laughter sounded through the entire room, startling her.

"That tihihickles! Nohoho!"

Jinshi was ticklish... Maomao quickly spit some remains of the poisonous leaf out and listened carefully. Jinshi's laughter was quite something else. It sounded so sweet and bubbly.

Maomao had wished to listen to it some more, but then... she got caught. Her eyes made contact with Jinshi's, and she noted the subtle blush on his cheeks and the sparkle in his eyes from laughing so much.

"Hello, Master Jinshi," was all Maomao could say. She came out of her hiding spot and tried to explain herself to a very flustered Jinshi, when the order came:

"Gaoshun. Hold her."

But why? Maomao wasn't sure at first what to expect when Gaoshun really grabbed her. Was he going to stop her from tasting more poison? It wasn't the first time they would gang up on her like this to prevent her from munching on something poisonous. But then Jinshi started to wiggle those fingers towards her, and she knew she was done for.

He was going to tickle her.

"No Master Jinshi- I can explain - I, eeek! What do you think you're- noooo! Nonono please don't do that, ahahanything but- aaaaaahh!" She struggled and kicked with her legs, but nothing could be done. The moment Jinshi touched her sides, a tickly tingle shot right through her body, and laughter started to bubble up.

"Ehehehe no plehehease! It ihihisn't fahahair! Lehehet me goooo- naahaha!"

Cursed with a ticklish body, Maomao had suffered frequent attacks from her sisters, and was even a regular target at the Jade Pavilion. That was just the story of her life.

Jinshi was the last person she wanted to find out about it. To think Maomao didn't consider that when she thought she could get away with laughing about him being ticklish.

"Hehehe, how are you liking this, hm?" Jinshi chuckled while his fingers shamelessly tickled Maomao's exposed sides and ribs. What was he all smug for! As if he was getting her back for tickling him just now! It was Gaoshun!

Speaking of Gaoshun... What had gotten into him? Why would he assist with something like this! Maomao tried to pull her arms free, but even though Gaoshun seemed to put in minimal efforts, his grip felt tight and he wouldn't even budge when she continued to struggle.

"Good. Keep holding her like that, Gaoshun," Jinshi complimented. Maomao wasn't sure what was happening, but all she knew was that it tickled so, so, so bad!

"The punishment is working," Jinshi said proudly. Working how?!

Maomao wanted to growl, but she could only cackle hysterically. "Mahahaster Jinshi, nohoho! Fohohorgive mehehe!" She wasn't even sure what was there to forgive, yes maybe sneaking in and overhearing him getting tickled. But she felt that the punishment was a bit out of proportion. She was helplessly exposed to the relentless tickle attack, there was nothing she did that deserved such treatment.

Except, eh, maybe eat the very rare and precious poisonous plant on his table. But they wouldn't know she did that, right? She licked her lips. She could still taste it on her lips, and her throat was burning and tingling pleasantly. If the effect had been worse, she may have been spewing all over Jinshi by now. Luckily that wasn't the case.

"Enjoying yourself there, apothecary? I assure you, we are not done yet." Jinshi's fingers started to climb up further, and Maomao's eyes widened.

"Waha-wait ehehehe what are you...! Eyaaaahahaa!" Oh no. Not. Her. Armpits! Maomao threw her back and howled. She was done for!

Part 3. Gaoshun POV.

Maomao's bright and unrestrained laughter was a rare and unique sound. Gaoshun had never heard her make such a voice before. She giggled, squealed and begged, and there were moments when he felt bad for her.

Jinshi was having way too much fun with this. But there were three reasons not to interfere, for now, as long as he sensed that Maomao wasn't going to die laughing.

Reason one: Gaoshun knew it was kind of his fault that Jinshi's childish, defenseless and ticklish side got exposed to the one girl he would probably never want to show this side to.

It just happened to be something between them. Gaoshun tickled Jinshi more than once in a while to teach him a small lesson anytime he acted like a child. It mostly involved Maomao whenever Jinshi deserved to be tickled. But he would never humiliate Master Jinshi in front of her. Not without his permission at least.

Reason two: Maomao wasn't supposed to be hiding in here. What was she even thinking? Sure, he knew she was a free spirit. Smart and cunning even. But he never imagined she would sneak into Jinshi's room and hide there. What if she did this again and overheard other things, such as the truth about Jinshi's identity?

With different circumstances, this could've been really dangerous. He agreed with Jinshi, Maomao deserved to be punished for this. And while tickling her wasn't necessarily what would've come to his mind first, Gaoshun couldn't help but let Jinshi get away with this for now, with some minor support from Gaoshun himself.

Reason three: They were having fun. It was truly a rare and remarkable sight, but despite laughing her head off, and despite feeling embarrassed and worked up, both Maomao and Jinshi appeared to be having fun. Even when Maomao's laughter was forced by the tickling, Gaoshun had never sensed so much joy between them.

He smiled fondly. Perhaps, if Maomao wouldn't curse Jinshi for the rest of her life after getting tickled like this, there was a chance it might even cause them to grow closer. Knowing each other's weaknesses wasn't a bad thing. Especially if that weakness was being ticklish, which would cause the other to crumble and giggle adorably.

"Mahahaster Jinshi- not thehehere ahahah!" Maomao squealed when Jinshi tickled her under her arms. Gaoshun snapped out of his thoughts and looked back down at Maomao's struggling figure in his arms. The poor girl seemed to be even more ticklish than Jinshi and was making quite the scene.

"Yes, apothecary. Since you ask so kindly, this is exactly where I will tickle you," Jinshi said in a formal tone. There was a happy grin on his face and he appeared to be completely cured from his embarrassment. Gaoshun could understand that. Maomao's laughter was that contagious.

"Is everything alright over here? Oh dear." Gaoshun looked up to see Suiren peeking into the room.

Gaoshun nodded. "Everything is fine." Suiren smiled fondly at the unique sight, shook her head and left again. Meanwhile Jinshi was taunting Maomao with some fake tickles.

"Hayah! Hayeh!" Jinshi made weird sounds as he feigned some pokes, making Maomao twitch and squeak.

"S-stohohop thahat!"

"I'm not even tickling you. But, now I am."

"AAHahah not agaaaaain Mahahaster Jinshi wahahait!"

Jinshi had a lot of fun switching between her armpits and ribs, and when he wiggled his fingers towards her hips, Gaoshun was about to interfere since at this stage Jinshi was getting a little too handsy with her. But then... Jinshi froze all of a sudden, and Maomao gasped for air.

"Is that...?" Jinshi pulled something off Maomao's robes and he studied it. It was green and looked like...

Gaoshun's eyes widened. "Xiaomao tasted the plant," he said immediately, knowing her very well. Maomao yelped in surprise.

"I-it was only one leaf, I swear!"

Jinshi huffed and wailed dramatically: "GET HER SOME WATER! ANTIDOTE! MAKE HER THROW UP!"

"There is no antidote," Maomao said dryly, but still Gaoshun and Jinshi dragged her away to clear her throat. At last that did conclude the tickling party.

"What is this plant doing here anyway?" Maomao asked after she had some water. Despite tasting poison, she seemed as unfazed as ever. Meanwhile Jinshi still appeared in shock.

"I w-was going to give it to you. To study. Not to eat."

Gaoshun remembered he had warned Jinshi before that Maomao might eat it, and he covered his mouth and chuckled. Stubborn as ever, Master Jinshi was.

"You would give that to me? Is there something wrong?"

"No, nothing is wrong. It is a gift."

Jinshi was sitting on the couch and Maomao was standing behind the table as if no tickly business had happened just now. Gaoshun observed their formal conversation.

"A gift... for me?" Maomao asked, squinting her eyes. It was as if she didn't believe it.

"Yes, for you. As long as you promise not to eat it."

...... Maomao continued to glare, and for a moment Gaoshun really pitied Jinshi. But then Maomao's eyes sparkled and she smiled brightly. She jumped towards the plant and hugged it.

"Thank you! Master Jinshi, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Jinshi blushed and seemed happy with her response. He awkwardly scratched the back of his head and smiled.

"A-and consider eh, that punishment just now..." Jinshi said, and he eyed Maomao carefully. "As my way to request your silence. W-what you heard earlier, is to be kept a secret. If not, I will punish you again, and I will show no mercy."

Maomao blinked and nodded. "Understood." For someone threatened with tickle torture, she appeared completely aloof.

"To add to that, I also request that you not sneak into Master Jinshi's room again," Gaoshun said. "If we catch you again, I too will show no mercy."

Maomao gulped. Gaoshun was surprised to see her take him more seriously than Jinshi, but all was fine as long as the message was clear.

"U-u-understood!" she squeaked. She bowed with the plant still in her arms and slowly stepped back.

"Thank you again! I will work hard to repay you!" With that, Maomao fled the room in a hurry. She was flustered after all. Gaoshun glanced at Jinshi who stared in front of him for a while as if he was zoning out. He then suddenly fell back and let out an uncharming wail.

"Aaaaaaah!" Although his expression and sounds were weird, Gaoshun was certain that Jinshi was feeling happy, and this made him smile.

"Good for you, Master Jinshi," he spoke softly, and for the next few minutes he continued to listen to Jinshi's little breakdown of happiness.

[tsumuus]

first date headcanons | seijoh

a/n these are just some ideas on how i personally think these characters would ask you out on a date + the actual date. lowk longer than i anticipated srry. not proofread

characters toru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, issei matsukawa, takahiro hanamaki

masterlist

toru oikawa

would carefully plan out the perfect moment to ask you out

making use every detail is just right

im sure he would practice in front of a mirror many times before doing so (he genuinely needs the practice, i headcanon that hes not so good w his words since most of the time people flock to him and not the other way around)

he'd wait until he knows your in a good mood and are alone together to ask

like sometime after his practice

or walking you home

start off with some light and easy conversation

he'd be smiling constantly

he'd compliment you a bunch

trying to subtly hint at his feelings

he'd would be confident but also sincere

then he'd ask

he'd be ready with a back up plan if you hesitate, quick to take back what he said if you rejected him

if you said yes tho he would be more than happy

he'd immediately start pouring out all the details of the date he has planned for you two

yet if you are still iffy about the whole thing, he'd be understanding and patient about it

theres absolutely no pressure from him

he's happy just spending some time together

but when it comes around to the actual date

he'd get to the meeting spot extra early to make sure everything is in order

he'd bring you a small gift

like a bouquet of flowers

or a cute plush

he'd greet you with a genuine smile and give you a light side hug if youre comfy w it

he'd compliment you a bunch

the date he planned would be something that allows the two of you to have fun while also being able to get to know each other better

like an amusement park, aquarium, or even a picnic

he'd ask thoughtful questions, he genuinely wants to get to know you

questions about your interests, dreams, etc.

he's not afraid to talk about himself aswell

often bringing up volleyball and other interests if the conversation seemed to be dying down

he would be considerate and attentive

opening doors for you

offering his jacket

your comfort is his number one priority

he'd find subtle ways to touch you

your hands, shoulder, etc.

just subtle and short touches

as the date comes to an end

he would offer walking you home

even if you decline, he would insist

he'd express how much he enjoyed the date (and you) very confidently

he'd would've been bringing up the idea of future dates many times throughout this one

if the moments right

he might lean in for a gentle kiss at your doorstep

if not a warm hug will do

he would text you either that evening, or if it's too late, the next morning

thanking you for a wonderful date

he'd continue to show his interest in you the following days

making it very clear he wants to see where this could go

hajime iwaizumi

would spend a LOT of time thinkinf about how he's going to ask you out

he just wants to make sure he does it right

he'd likely ask his friends for advice

maybe even oikawa

although he'd be reluctant at first

hhe'd wait until the two of you were alone and the atmosphere around you is calm and relaxed

like while studying together in the library

or during a break in the class you share

but he'd much rather prefer to do it in a private setting

to avoid any awkwardness

or embarrassment if you were to reject him

he'd start off with a casual convo

but his tone would be a bit more serious that usual

still friendly tho

he'd be straightforward

would say something like

"Hey, I like you. And I was wondering if you'd like to hang out outside of school? Maybe sometime this weekend?"

direct but sincere and caring

his eyes showing how much he truly likes you (the eyes chico. they never lie.)

if you agreed, he his smile would be so wide

a rare but genuine expression

not for the actual date

he would put in extra effort to look his best

maybe wear an outfit you had complimented him on beforw

he'd be there on time, if not a bit early

maybe sure everything is set for a smooth date

and also to just prepare himself

would greet you with a warm smile and friendly hello

possibly give you a small gift like a single flower

he'd plan for a mix of both activity and relaxation

so you could have fun while also relax and have good conversation

like a hike, farmers market, or just go shopping lowk

constantly asking you questions

genuinely really interested in what you have to say

everything about oyu is just so fascinating to him

and he'd also open up to you more than he would with just anyone

he'd offer his hang when walking, open doors for you, brush your hair behind your ear

as the date comes to an end

he wouldn't even ask, he'd just start walking you home

nearing the end of the date he'd lowk get a little shy about the topic of another date

he doesn't want to scare you by being too foward

but he also doesn't want you to think that he doesn't want to go on another dat because he really does

as you get to your house he'd thank you

he wouldn't kiss you though

he believes he should wait to make a move like that until you two went on atleast a couple of dates

he wouldn't call or text you the next morning because he knows that he'd gonna see you and would rather talk in person

issei matsukawa

wouldn't oeverthink it

would approach the situation laid back and confident

he'd rely on his natural charm and sense of humor to make the interaction smooth and comfortable

i mean it's his charm that led to you guys being friends in the first place

he'd pick a moemnt where youre relaxed and happy

like during lunch or after school

would prefer a setting where youre already comfy

like during school or during a casual hangout w him and a couple other friends

he'd start off playful

teasing you or making a joke to break the ice

then would smoothly transition into a more serious tone

but still keeping it light hearted

he'd be really smilely about it

would say something like

"Hey, I've got a great idea. How about you and I go out this weekend? I promise it'll be fun."

if you say yes, he wouldn't be able to hide his excitement

as for the date

he'd dress casual yet stylish

he wants to look good obviously

but doesn't want to over do it

he'd bring a small gift like your favorite snack or a small keychain

once he see's you walking up to him he'd be all giddy

wide grin and a friendly hug or even handshake

he'd make a funny comment or joke to start things off on a light hearted note

he'd choose like a cafe or maybe we go to an arcade or bowling

he'd asked about your hobbies

would be genuinely curious

he'd the mood upbeat with his own stories and experiences

some abuot volleyball and the team

he'd find small ways to be affectionate

like playfully nudging you or giving you a gentle pat on the back

as the end of the date draws near

he would suggest getting a bite to eat or some dessert like ice cream

he just wants to extend your time together longer

he's not shy about talking about any future dates

in fact asks you if youre free the following weekend

once the two of you are back home

he would text you

either send you a pic of funny momemnt from your date or a meme that reminded him of you

he'd continue to show interest and keep the conversation alive

he makes it clear that hes looking foward for their next outing together

takahiro hanamaki

wpuld approach you with a playful and teasing demeanor

using humor to lighten the mood

making playful comments and jokes

he uses your reactions to see if you're comfortabe and interested or not

he'd pick a moment where you guys are in the middle of a fun conversation or activity

would prefer a setting where youre already having a good time

making it feel natural and spontaneous

he'd start with a playful remark

pretending to be deep in thought he goes, "You know what I've realized?"

then smoothly transitioning into his date proposal

keeping the atmosphere light and humorous

he'd keep it casual and confident

if you say yes

he'd playfully act surprised

"Really? Wow, I must be pretty sharming then."

he'd dress casual

aiming to look effortlessly cool

he'd greet you with a playful comment or joke

setting a playful and relaxing tone for the date

he'd compliment you in a light hearted way

saying something like

"You clean up nice! Almost as good as me."

he'd like soemthing a little competitive and fun

like mini golf

or even karaoke or an amusement park

the activity he chooses has to allow for plenty of playful interation between you too

he keeps it lively and entertaining

there's never a dull moment

even when the conversation seems go be dying off

he's quick to pick it up again

as the date comes to an end hed express how much he enjoyed the date with a genuine smile

100% asking you on another date then and there

would text you later that night when you guys are already home

just continuing the conversation form earlier

talking about anything and everything

you guys texted all night until you passed out around 2am

he's already head over heels for you only after the first date

[citystars]

(★)―――includes: Savanaclaw dorm

(★)―――synopsis: relationship headcanons

(★)―――warnings: none! If anything pls tell me <3

Leona Kingscholar!!

So he's very prideful and arrogant, which leads me to believe he likes PDA. If you dated him, he'd show you off endlessly, especially around his dormmates.

His love language is physical touch. It ties into the whole PDA thing. He likes showing you off

It can be as small as his hand resting on your hip, or to him bragging to everyone that you're his and that's that! No one else has you.

If anyone makes you upset ohhhh he’s pissed. Your feelings are really important to him. Leona is extremely protective of you and whoever hurts you will never hear the end of it

Also, he gets jealous easily!! It irritates him when someone starts to become reallyyy friendly with you, and he desperately tries to keep you away from people. He also claims he isn't jealous since he is the best option for you.

He can fall asleep in three seconds? So he likes napping with you!!

Sometimes you're tasked with waking him up... yeah that's a hassle. He ends up dragging you into bed and you're both late for your class

Dates with him are pretty chill

prefer private ones over public ones

He might simply take you to the garden and lie down with you in his arms

Or he might take you to see the star if he's not sleeping that is.

Something about you calms him, your mere presence could lie him to a deep sleep

The gifts are full of everything.

Everything from him buying you launch all the way to fine jewels you saw while you two were out

Leona cares about you but doesn't want to show it too much like he does with most things.

He genuinely worries that you will get sick of his lazy, uncaring attitude

Overall the big cat loves and cherishes you

Ruggie Bucchi!!

this little gremlin-

the kind who enjoys taking pictures of you while you sleeping peacefully.

He knows just where you are most open to being tickled, and he does it without hesitation. He finds it fun pulling pranks on you. (pranks are his absolute favorite).

He purposely puts a small amount of ice cream on your nose in a joking way

"Shi Shi Shi!, you have something on your nose,"

Undoubtedly, his arm must be sore from the playful hits you give him in response to his terrible jokes.

You are always there to help him with dorm chores.

In return, he showers you with acts of kindness and service.

He is truly husband material.

He surprises you with random cheek kisses and gently holds your hand. :(

"Ohhh, I just couldn't resist kissing your cheek! I hope that was alright,"

He is always willing to assist you with any requests, even those from Leona.

Though he may not admit it, he adores it when you lovingly scratch the back of his ears.

When it comes to date, he loves the peace and quiet of alone time together.

His favorite thing to do with you is laze around, days off with you are always a highlight

he also likes to lean on you when you two are sitting somewhere and he gets bored and or tired which can be a little challenging for you if you're much smaller than him since he just rests his whole body and weight onto you

like he would hold your hands at random times and try his best to make you smile and laugh

He can play both small and big spoon when cuddling

Quick kisses every day

he puts a lot of effort into your relationship and it's the small things he does for you that you love so much about him yes of course by now he compliments you and from time to time makes slight remarks about how important you are to him which you love and definitely appreciate.

Jack Howl!!

Oh, let me tell you about Jack, the self-proclaimed protector! He's the kind of boyfriend who's always got your back, even if you're perfectly capable of handling things yourself.

Now, here's the thing about Jack: he's got a secret soft spot. he absolutely adores head pats. Seriously, it's his guilty pleasure. But he'd never admit it out loud.

In return for your attention, Jack shows you just how much you mean to him. He's all about acts of service and quality time. Need something from a high shelf? No problem, he's there to lend a hand. Craving a small snack? He might have something in his bag

And let's not forget about physical affection. Jack loves it when you run your fingers through his hair or give his ears and tail a little pet. It's like his personal therapy.

And don't even get me started on surprise kisses and those long, tight hugs. He craves that reassurance that he's doing things right and that you're head over heels for him.

When it comes to spending time together, Jack is all about the chill and calming activities. Whatever helps you unwind, he's game for it. And trust me, he'll make time for you whenever possible. He's quite the pro at remembering important dates and noticing any changes in you. That's because he genuinely pays attention to anything about you <3

Loyalty is Jack's middle name. He's devoted to you and your relationship.

Don't be surprised if you find yourself "borrowing" his wardrobe more often than not.

And here's a fun fact: Jack loves it when you brush his fur while he's in his wolf form. It's like a bonding experience for both of you.

Oh, and he absolutely adores seeing that beautiful smile of yours. It's like his personal mission to make sure you're always beaming with happiness.

Now, let's talk about Jack's thoughtful side. This guy goes above and beyond to make sure you're doing well. He'll send you sweet texts just to check in on you, and he's always got your back with little gestures like slipping a water bottle into your bag, just in case you forgot one.

When you two are alone, he becomes a total love bug. The affection and love he showers you with are off the charts.

All in all, Jack may be straightforward, but his heart is definitely in the right place. He's the kind of guy who knows how to make you feel special and loved. Consider yourself lucky to have him by your side.

[seokmthw]

crying eyes | shen ricky

⇢ pairing: insecure!ricky x reader

⇢ warning: angst, fluff, mentions of poor self-esteem but nothing major

⇢ word count: 955

prompt(s): #3 "hey, it's okay to cry" + #5 "you don't have to be so brave with me" + #6 "how long did you think you could hide this?" + #19 "oh sweetheart, come here"

⇢ note: hello to the anon who requested this! i took a bit of a different spin on this one, so i hope it's everything you wanted! i wrote this so quickly and i genuinely don't know how, but i'm pretty proud of it! enjoy~

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ricky stared at himself in the mirror as he danced, eyes trained on every single move and every single mistake he kept making despite his efforts. he had stayed well after practice, trying his best to perfect every part of his routine for his upcoming show, but just could seem to get the ending right no matter how many times he redid it.

nearing the end, he spun, but instead of landing how he was meant to, he lost his balance. he cursed at himself under his breath, angrily shutting off the music and standing there for a moment in disbelief. he wasn’t quite sure what to do from here, but his frustration was beginning to get the best of him as he worked.

he took a swig of his water before turning the music back on, but skipping to the ending to try and perfect one of his final spins. much to his dismay, he was off-balance again, this time tumbling down to the floor with a thud. he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, hair messy and sweat dripping down his temples, and all he could say was, “this is so fucking pathetic.”

he quickly rose to his feet, beginning to mutter things under his breath about how horrible he was and how he didn't think he deserved to have this dance solo. unbeknownst to him, you'd been watching him the past few minutes, feeling your heart break each time he beat himself up over making a mistake.

unable to handle seeing him like that anymore, you walked into the room, snagging the boy's attention with your presence almost immediately. he looked tired, the bags underneath of his eyes evident of his hard work over the past few days. you gave him a sad smile, softly telling him, “i thought i might find you here.”

“i was just finishing up,” ricky attempted to lie, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, but it was no use. he knew you'd caught him in the midst of him beginning to break down.

“i know better.”

upon hearing your words, something shifted within the boy’s head and tears began dripping down his cheeks, though he angry wiped them away as soon as they fell, “sorry, i didn’t think this would happen.”

“hey, it’s okay to cry,” you reassured him, stepping forward to get closer to him. ricky hung his head, finding a new interest in his shoe laces the more you approached his figure. more tears fell, but this time, he didn’t bother to wipe them away.

“i just don’t understand what i’m doing wrong, y/n,” he managed to sputter out in between his cries, “no matter how hard i word, not matter how many times i try to fix it, i just can't. and i feel like all i’m going to do is let my team down,” by now, his shoulders were shaking with with sobs, and before you knew it, the barrier he had built up was slowly beginning to break down right in front of you.

you were finally in close enough proximity to grab onto one of his trembling hands, “oh sweetheart, come here.”

upon hearing your words, the blonde practically melted into your touch, allowing you to hold him as he let out a noise you'd never heard him make the entire time you'd been dating. he buried his face in your shoulder, balling his fists up into the fabric of your jacket, almost as if he believed you would disappear from his grasp if you didn’t.

you stood like that for a while, allowing your boyfriend to cry as much as he needed to. you sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. you almost felt bad you hadn't detected this sooner, but you knew ricky was capable of putting on a front that was believable, even to you.

“do you want to talk about it? would that help?” you offered, rubbing small circles on his back as a way of comfort, “you don’t have to be so brave with me, you know.”

he nodded, voice muffled against your skin as he spoke, “i know i don’t. it’s just a lot of things bottled up that picked now to explode. the pressure of getting my routine right, of not letting the other members down, and not burdening everyone around me.”

you pulled ricky away momentarily, surveying his face intently. you forced him to meet your gaze, questioning, “how long did you think you could hide this? it’s not healthy to keep all of those emotions to yourself.”

“i don’t- i don’t know, truthfully. i just didn't want anyone to worry about me.”

“you listen to me right now,” your voice was stern, but gentle, “you will never, ever burden me with talking about how you feel.”

“y/n-”

you stuck a hand up to shush him, “i’m not done, mister. you can always come to me, no matter what. and for what it's worth, you are extremely talented and you're severely underestimating that. you put everything into your practice, so just because you keep making mistakes doesn't mean you're bad. got it?”

you could see him fighting off a smile, “yeah, i think so.”

“good. i’m never going anywhere if i have any say in it,” you stood on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips, “no let's get you home so you can rest.”

he nodded, pulling you in for another hug, his chin rested on your shoulder and eyes fluttering closed upon feeling you squeeze him back. he sighed, “thank you for reassuring me. it means more than you know.”

“anything for you, my love.”

[phoenixlionme]

Vaggie Defense Post

Okay. I need to get this off my mind. I've been seeing alot of anti-Vaggie (sometimes crossing with anti Chaggie posts) about how she's a "bad/evil" person for lying to Charlie, that Alastor or Adam are better than her because they didn't lie. And I'm just floored at the blatant mischaracterization of her. And I need to set the record straight by making reminding these certain fans of a few things they are deliberately not acknowledging

EVERYONE at the Hotel are FLAWED, including both Charlie and (especially) Alastor. None of the m are without fault and all of them (sans Charlie for now) have a body count. Plus, Alastor was a serial killer in life and even in Hell and he makes no qualms about enjoying his kills; and while we haven't seen how Vaggie felt as an Exorcist prior to her fall, in the present she is deeply ashamed of her past and is looking for redemption.

I understand people find Alastor appealing and that's great but make no mistake: ALASTOR IS NOT A GOOD PERSON. While Alastor has kept his promises to Charlie and the Hotel crew, he is also blatantly clear that he's only there to see them fail. He ONLY gave Charlie vital info against the Exorcists when it was convenient for him; if he was truly a good person from the start (as many of his fans seem to think he is), he would've given the info freely. And as side note, he also would've put more effort into remaking the Hotel but didn't because he doesn't care. He's an abusive soul owner to Husk. He only referred to Charlie as his daughter to get under Lucifer's skin. And his lyrics in "Ready For This" shows he wants to guide aka manipulate Charlie to harness her power so he can use it for himself. In short, Alastor is an entertaining character but's he's a selfish, prideful, manipulative, and sometimes pettily cruel person with his true goals still not known.

In contrast to Alastor, Vaggie has been with Charlie since the beginning, before they got traction. Yes, she hid her origins and that was a fuck up (something Vaggie acknowledges) but she still genuinely and openly supported Charlie not only out of love but also to redeem herself. She sang part of a whole song about how she wants to be her partner and protect her; not of some end goal but simply because she loves her girlfriend. While she's not perfect, she's also protective and honest with the Hotel occupants and gave them a choice to leave the Hotel in "Hello Rosie", understanding that none of them asked to be in a war. Vaggie may be flawed but she's a caring, loyal, protective person who would fight for those she loves with no pretense.

Going to the people (or, in my case just the one commenter on YouTube) who think Adam of all people is better than Vaggie as a person? No. Entertaining character? Sure. But he's a violent, arrogant sociopath who tried to blackmail Vaggie into compliance and lied at various points during the trial; so he's not as honest as some fans claim. Vaggie, in contrast, lied about her past but other than that, has been truthful about her feelings and goal from the start.

Honestly, I think some of the Vaggie hate comes from some (not ALL) of the Charlastor shippers. I don't like, I love Chaggie but ship who you want. But don't character assassinate, it's not cool. You can like a fanship without being nasty to a canon ship, which flaws or not, isn't unhealthy or bad.

While I do agree to an extent that Vaggie needed her own special moment to shine, I think it may have been out of the crew's control; just speculating but given how Hollywood is doing only 8 to 12 episodes to save money, I wouldn't put it past them. But maybe with the global success of the show, Vaggie may get more screentime. Her VA even hinted at to some extent by mentioning how Vaggie's bow would be symbolic for her character's journey.

For people who are anti-Chaggie - Fine, ship who you want, it's not the end of the world. But for god sake, could you please put your anti-chaggie posts in the anti-chaggie section and NOT the chaggie section? It's just good manners.

In summary, like who you like and ship who you like to ship. But don't character assassinate someone to do it.

[arthurflecksgirl]

Christmas imagines with Arthur Advent calender DOOR 7 - Christmas blues comfort

"Arthur, my love. Are you ready?"

You impatiently put your warmest winter coat on and waited by the door.

A deep sigh coming from the bedroom made you wonder if everything was going as planned. Today was the day Arthur and you would go downtown for Christmas shopping. You couldn't afford to buy the fancy stuff but your favorite store offered some low prices today,which made it perfect for a little trip to buy some decorations together. You were looking forward to this for weeks. Apartment 8J was already candlelit and filled with fairy lights, but the cute little, imperfect tree you got two days ago still remained naked. It was time to let him shine.

"Is everything okay?" you entered the bedroom to find Arthur lying on his back, staring at the ceiling while puffing a cigarette. He barely reacted to you sitting down beside him.

"Darling?"

Arthur turned his head "I'm sorry.... I.... I don't feel very festive today..."

"Oh...." you gently touched his hair.

"I know you're so excited to go shopping but.... I don't know what's wrong with me. I just don't feel it today.... The Christmas spirit I mean. Please don't hate me".

You layed down beside him "Oh, Arthur. Don't say that! Why would I..... Don't be silly."

Arthur whispered a muffled "I'm sorry" as he turned out the cigarette.

"But you're fine?"

You really didn't care about the shopping trip anymore. All you wanted was Arthur to be okay.

"Yeah.. It's just that Christmas still makes me a little sad sometimes. Even though it's different now that I'm not alone anymore....I enjoy the holiday season and all we are doing together. But sometimes all the bad memories from my past creep up on me and I can't help it..... I guess it's just a bad day today".

You pulled him closer as you tried to find the right words. You knew exactly what he was talking about. You knew about his childhood and family. You knew that Christmas was something he just re discovered as something comforting and you did saw the glimmer in his eyes the past days. You heard him laugh, the genuine laugh he did when he was truly happy. You saw all these sparks within him lightening up his heart. But you also knew from your own experience that sometimes sadness just overwhelms you.

"It's okay, Arthur.... I understand..... We don't have to go outside today or do anything at all."

"You're not disappointed"

"Of course not. I just want you to be okay."

"I am.... Because you are here"

"And I will not go anywhere. I'll stay right here and lie with you as if we were one body... Until you feel like moving again"

Arthur smiled "Now you're the one being silly"

"Ahh a smile!"

"Yeah"

You stroke his hair as he comfortably closed his eyes. Your hand felt soothing to him.

For a little forever you just remained like that. Just you, striking his soft, brown curls and Arthur breathing calmly. No music in the background, not even in his head. Just comfortable silence and a loving hand taking care of him. After a while he shifted his position to lay his head on your lap without breaking the silence. And you just cradled him like that,thinking about how much you loved this man. He was the only thing you needed on Christmas or the whole year through. Him, his love and his well being. This was the true gift, the true miracle.

Just when you thought he was about to drift into sleep he started talking.

"I was feeling a little guilty.... I mean we just got that tree and it still remains naked.... Only because I lack motivation right now. And you put so much effort in this.... My first real Christmas. I appreciate it so much and I want all of it. I don't know why it overwhelms me today. "

"You know, Arthur.... A lot of people feel like that. Because during the holidays society and the media is acting as if you have to be happy all the time".

And then it hit you. Was that one of Arthurs triggers? He always had been told by Penny that he needs to put on a happy face and be happy. No matter how bad he felt inside.

"Arthur....you don't have to smile if you don't feel like it.."

He reached for your hand and held it tight in his own "With you every smile feels real. Happiness feels real. I think I just need to get used to this feeling of being genuinely happy.... Does that make me a weirdo?"

"Not at all, Darling. Sometimes positive emotions can get too much for us too"

I thought I was the only one feeling that way. Because there is something wrong with me".

You placed a kiss on the back of his hand. He smiled. A genuine smile. "There is nothing wrong with you, Arthur. And there is no pressure, okay, Arthur? If you don't feel like celebrating Christmas time you can tell me...."

Arthur opened his eyes "Are you kidding me? Of course I want this... I've wanted this all my life... I think... Ummm.... I think that's the problem. I wanted this all my life and now that I have it I want to re visit myself as a kid and tell this boy that everything is going to be okay. It will be a long way to go. But it will be fine and he will be loved and spent the nights in your arms.... I wanna tell him that true love will find him in the end "

You felt your eyes tearing up. The thought of little Artie being told by his future self that he will find true love in you was too much for your soft heart.

"Are you crying?"

"I'm just so lucky to have you, Arthur"

Arthur leaned in to kiss you gently "Not as lucky as I am"

"So screw Christmas.... At least for today!"

"That's not what I meant" he laughed.

"I know... But... Seriously Arthur.... Don't feel guilty for feeling sadness or get triggered by something during the holidays. If something makes you feel uncomfortable or is getting too much you can tell me okay?"

Arthur fell back into his pillow

"Okay"

"Let's just stay in bed together and do nothing..."

For a moment Arthur seemed to be in deep thoughts.

"Maybe... I wanna do something ? I wanna write a letter to my past self. Let him know he is save."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea Arthur. Should I leave the room so you can concentrate better?"

Arthur softly touched your cheek "Please stay".

He pulled pen and paper out of his drawer and started writing.

"Dear Arthur... Dear ME. Because I am you. I am you from the future and it's December and everything is so overwhelming but also so GOOD! I just wanted to let you know that it's worth to make it through all of this . You will make it!!!! Life will get better. Beautiful! There will still be bad days but you'll be happy to wake up in the morning and there will be love. Yes! U hear me? There will be LOVE!!!!! And you're never called a weirdo or a freak by your one and only person. There will be comfort. And this damn apartment will feel like a home. And hope, lots of hope. And one day there will come a Christmas so beautiful it makes you feel guilty for still being sad sometimes. But you will be told it's okay to feel sad, even when you are happy. So.... Just dream big, little me. True love will find you in the end. "

Arthur put the pen aside.

"Where do you think should I put it for lil Artie to read?"

"He lives within you, Arthur. I think he read it the moment you wrote it".

Arthur placed the letter underneath his pillow and crawled into your lap again grinning "What about taking a nap together? And tomorrow we will do whatever feels right?"

You continued stroking his hair if it was the only thing to do in this world "Sounds wonderful, Arthur...."

"Can you sing me a lullaby"

Arthur peacefully fell asleep on the middle of the day as you sang

"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know dear how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away..."

And when you saw him smiling in his sleep, you could swear it was kid Artie healing a little bit more.

[runninguplenorahills]

I think one thing that gets overlooked a lot (of course especially by melvins) is that in s3, Hopper NEVER instructed Mike to lie to El!!

All Hopper tells Mike is that they’re gonna have a talk and that he needs to follow Hop’s instructions if he wants to keep dating El but we as an audience never get to know what these instructions were. One thing that is clear though, is that while Hopper starts the lie about Nana being sick, he NEVER instructed Mike to continue that lie! Lying to El was Mike’s own decision!

And how do we know that? The very first scene we get of that conflict after the Mike/Hopper car scene is the one where Mike and El are on the telephone. Mike tells her that Nana is so sick and that he just can’t come over, and the first thing El tells Mike is: “But Hop said your Nana was fine?”. Hopper already debunked the lie about Nana! He already told El that Mike’s grandma is fine and that it was a false alarm!! He already cleared that all up and why would he do that if he had previously instructed Mike to keep up that lie?? Hopper wanted Mike to stop coming over every single day so if he had told him to lie to El, why would he debunk the lie and therefore undermine Mike’s credibility?? Making it harder for Mike to convince El that he can’t come over? This doesn’t make any sense

BECAUSE HOPPER DIDN’T TELL MIKE TO LIE!!!

My personal guess…

…is that Hopper told Mike to find a way to communicate to El that they can’t see each other every minute of every day without telling her that Hopper talked to him! To make it seem like Mike had this thought himself. But here’s where it gets complicated:

Imo Mike already knew that he’s gay but tried to change that about himself in s3. Mike tried to make himself fall in love with El and at the same time wanted everyone else to know that he’s “so in love” with her because what better way to convince yourself if not to convince everyone around you? Like, Mike genuinely hoped being gay is something he can grow out of so while Mike was of course actually genuinely trying, he was still putting on a performance and that performance would’ve evidently crashed if he expressed that he didn’t want to see his girlfriend everyday. And that’s the thing, I think that Mike actually didn’t want to see his girlfriend every day.

I say “girlfriend” and not “El” because Mike of course actually genuinely enjoys spending time with El, but since they never did anything but make out, Mike didn’t truly enjoy coming over. Mike obviously didn’t like making out which is why he’s pushing El away from him and breaks the kiss when the opportunity presents itself. I think this was partially done subconsciously though because while Mike was aware that he doesn’t like it, he still tried to change that! He actually put effort into this but as much as he tried to change himself to like it, he just doesn’t/can’t! He tried to force it but his body still subconsciously did what felt right to him.

So Mike already knew that he doesn’t like it, though he didn’t wanna give up on it because that would mean he failed at making himself fall in love with El/that he can’t change that he’s gay, and Mike simply wasn’t yet ready to fully come to that conclusion. He was afraid of fully acknowledging that this isn’t something he can grow out of, scared of people finding out, and including both of those things, his overall fear was to let the others down and disappoint them!! Mike felt like he’d be letting people down by not coming over, by not being in love with El, by being gay, simply by just being himself, so he’s not admitting to the fact that he actually does have his own motivations to not want to see El every day.

Mike was kinda in denial that he had his own personal motivations so he chose to blame it on difficult circumstances instead even though these circumstances do not exist [“Nana is sick”] He chose to lie. But El isn’t stupid so she immediately figured out that he lied to her and all of a sudden Mike disappointed her nonetheless! So what does he do? Apologize? No. He explains to El that this was actually all Hopper’s fault. Because Hopper did talk to him. Hopper did tell him to find a way to communicate to El that they can’t spend as much time together anymore. He didn’t tell him to lie but he did talk to him. So Hopper essentially became Mike’s scapegoat in this scenario. Instead of apologizing to El he blamed Hopper because he wasn’t ready to admit to El that this was his own fault! That he disappointed her and everyone else for that matter because he also was not ready to fully admit to himself that he can’t change what he is! But blaming it all on Hopper didn’t work either because El tells Mike that Hopper is right and you know what kind of impression that leaves on Mike? Even when others think that it’s not his fault they’re still disappointed in him because his actions aren’t the problem. He is.

So Mike’s next approach to an apology is going further with trying to change himself! Completely flipping everything upside down and telling El that he lied to her because “he loves her so much” which is utter bullshit and manipulative as hell! Like, Brenner literally says the same exact thing to El in s4!! But again, Mike knows that he isn’t actually in love with El, in his eyes: “yet”, but a part of Mike also already knows that he’ll never be because he’s gay and that’s not something he can grow out of. And that’s why Mike can’t bring himself to lie to her! He can’t bring himself to say the word “love” (“blank makes you crazy”) because he simply doesn’t love her romantically! And we know from the scene “I love her and I can’t lose her again” that Mike 1: refuses to lie specifically about being in love to El’s face, and 2: that Mike knows no matter the fact that he means the “i love you” to El platonically, everyone will still pick it up as him meaning it romantically which is why Mike cannot bring himself to even say it to El platonically anymore!!! (something that continues into s4).

Of course we also see this at the very end of s3 when Mike pretends like he doesn’t remember his “i love her and i can’t lose her again” outburst. Because no matter how much Mike tries to change himself to fall in love with El, the part of him that is well and fully aware that he can’t change the fact that he’s gay always wins over. And the most ironic thing is that Mike had hoped that a little more time would solve his problem! That a little more time is all he needs to fall in love with El! All of s3 Mike tried to get back on good terms with El so he can focus on falling in love with her again but once he finally is on good terms with El again, once El tells him that she loves him too, once she kisses him….. that’s when Mike realizes that this was in fact not the last missing piece for successfully growing out of being gay! No, it was quite the opposite. It was the last missing piece for fully realizing that this will never work! Being gay is what he is and not something he can grow out of! Time was never the problem. Mike is….

So my point is basically that the entirety of the melvin conflict in s3 literally would not have happened if not for the fact that Mike was already aware that he’s gay and in love with Will but partially dismissed it as a phase! Because Hopper never told him to lie to El, so what other reason does Mike “friends don’t lie” Wheeler have to choose to lie to El and then refuse to tell her why, if not that he has something to hide??

[ladycrimsonandblack]

Hi! I'm also making my way through welcome to the nightmare live ❤️ Would yo talk a little more about it? Just your thoughts bc I value your opinion a lot and want to know what tou think. Wen Jianyan is in fact awesome ❤️❤️ and I'm glad you like him

i'm so glad there is someone else reading this novel!

honestly, i'm having a lot of fun with it. i actually like it so much i started MTLing after the translation (which is also excellent) stopped, and i don't do that with a lot of novels. but wen jianyan is such a good character, and honestly it's like he's specifically tailored for me, i just like him so much. i would've probably read this novel just for him even if the plot were not good, but no, it's genuinely interesting.

so, a couple of things that make this novel so fun for me personally:

the characters! all the characters are so good, not just wen jianyan, even though he's my favorite. every senior member of the guild has a distinct personality and i love their interactions so much. the teammates we meet in the instances are fleshed out. the enemies are not one-dimensional. honestly, the one character with the least amount of development was ML, but he's been getting more attention lately, so i'm being cautiously optimistic.

the plot is so well-written. i've read a lot of unlimited flow novels, and i really like the genre, but WTNL has some of the best instances i've seen. every one of them is logical, the audience gets all the same clues the characters do, and the solutions always make sense. i don't feel like wen jianyan is pulling answers out of his ass just to be seen as the most powerful, the smartest character in the game. he has to put in effort, and while he gets more info than other anchors based on his connections to wu zhu and the nightmare system, he's not the only one who gets the special advantage (the oracle, the top ten players, etc.).

i'm kind of genuinely amused by all the different ways wen jianyan has lied to or conned people so far? honestly, that's a real talent. i don't think he's ever used the same lie twice (unless pretending to be weak and pitiful counts?), and the way he talks his way out of some sticky situations is impressive. and my favorite thing about it is that the author had to come up with all of that! there is a real life human out there thinking about how to put wen jianyan into situations and then how he can talk himself into even more serious Situations. love that.

i'm being cautiously optimistic about the romance. honestly, i don't need good romance to like a book, but it would've been a shame for me to dislike such a big part of a book that i'm otherwise enjoying. and anyway, this is because the romance in the first couple of hundred chapters didn't really meet my personal preferences — which is completely alright, not everybody will like everything — but it seems to be heading in the direction i like, so i'm hoping this too will become part of the novel i will enjoy.

i think what i really appreciate is that wen jianyan is never really at disadvantage. a lot of cnovels love to make MC strong and great and powerful, until ML comes into the picture, and suddenly he's helpless under MLs power. and i thought this novel would be the same, but no! i've been conned! wen jianyan conned me, the same as he conned ML! his disadvantage is always temporary. when the chips are down, he's never the one at loss. he can bide his time and pretend to be cowed, but wen jianyan appreciates freedom more than anything else, and he would not relinquish it for anything.

small thing, but i'm just genuinely delighted by his custom-made froggy slippers. he paid someone to make him frog slippers, twice. i love him.

i tried to keep this spoiler free (except the frog slippers. i'm sorry if you still hadn't reached the frog slippers.) but i'm really enjoying it. i don't know how far i will be able to read with MTL, as i usually don't really have strong tolerance for it, but the novel is so good that i'm powering through.

i would also love to hear your thoughts!

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Genyen/Shawn SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Genyen is a big fan of lingering eye contact and touches - he holds his partner's gaze while in conversation and does little things like slowly trailing his fingertips across the small of their back when he walks past.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

This guy is a shitty friend - he's a scammer, so it will take someone with perseverance that's able to see the good in him to be a genuine friend. HE CAN CHANGE.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Genyen loves to be close, being wrapped around his partner is his ideal scenario.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Genyen is not domestic and has no desire to settle - he's constantly grifting and has a whole world to explore - why would he ever shackle himself?

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Clean out their bank account and ghost.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Yeah, that's never happening.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

More sensual than gentle - everything is with the aim of getting into his partner's pants, so he knows just what to say and where/how to touch.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Genyen enjoys closeness, so appreciates the physicality of wrapping his arms around another person and pressing his body close to theirs.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Yeah, that's not happening. Will get around it by saying things like "I appreciate you" "You have a beautiful soul" "I admire you" etc.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Not jealous at all, he's far too relaxed and unbothered for that sort of nonsense.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Slow and sloppy. Enjoys kissing his partner's neck. Goes feral if they kiss along his jawline.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Genyen is nice to children, but doesn't want ones of his own.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Yoga and him pretzling his partner into some overly complex position to do the deed.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Going through daily affirmations and then back into another ridiculous pretzel position.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Everything this man says about himself is a lie - his partner will know nothing about him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Cool, calm and collected, 'cause he's a sly little fucker.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He'll absolutely remember your ATM pin, memorable words, mother's maiden name, date of birth, passwords, etc.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He doesn't have one - he knows he's not in it for the long haul, so there's no point in making memories.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's not protective at all, he's not violent and wouldn't expect his partner to be protective of him either.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Zero effort made by this man. He's a "live in the moment" type of guy, that's "above material gestures". Basically, he's a wasteman.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Stealing, fraud, scamming, lying.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not particularly, keeps his hair buzzed, but that's it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No, everyone's disposable to this guy.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

This man is a gaslight extraordinaire. "I saw you going through my purse earlier." "No, you didn't, you saw me tidying it away for you. How will you ever achieve true enlightenment if you're always making accusations?"

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Commitment. Feeling obligated.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleeps really soundly, despite all his misdeeds - this man has no conscience.

[omniaimy]

Fucking mental health

Wilbur soot x Reader. They/them pronouns used! Just a trigger warning about mental health being shit and not beong able to take care of yourself.

Wilbur being the kindest and most caring partner ever! Hope you enjoy this!

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Y/N found themselves struggling with their mental health. The weight of their emotions was too much to bear, leaving them unable to get out of bed or take care of themselves. Wilbur Soot, ever the caring and compassionate soul, noticed the change in Y/N's demeanor and knew he had to help.

Concerned for Y/N's well-being, Wilbur gently knocked on the door to their room. "Hey, Y/N," he called softly. "It's me, Wilbur. Can I come in?"

Y/N managed a weak response, giving him permission to enter. Wilbur stepped into the room, and his heart ached at the sight of Y/N curled up under the covers, looking exhausted and defeated.

"I'm sorry you're feeling like this," Wilbur said, sitting down beside Y/N on the bed. "But don't worry, I'm here to take care of you today."

Y/N mustered a faint smile, grateful for Wilbur's presence. He understood that sometimes words weren't enough, so he simply wrapped his arms around Y/N in a comforting hug, letting them know they weren't alone.

"Let's take things one step at a time," Wilbur suggested gently. "First, how about we open the curtains and let some light in? It might make you feel a little better."

With Y/N's permission, Wilbur drew back the curtains, allowing the soft sunlight to filter into the room. The warmth brought a glimmer of hope to Y/N's heart as they gazed at the world outside, feeling slightly less isolated.

Next, Wilbur encouraged Y/N to take a shower, assuring them that even a small act of self-care could make a difference. He left them some fresh clothes and a fluffy towel, promising to wait outside to give them privacy.

As Y/N emerged from the shower, dried their hair and put on the clean clothes Wilbur picked for them (Just imagne some sweatpants of your own AND ONE OF WILBURS HOODIES), Wilbur greeted them with a tender smile. "You're doing great," he said, genuinely proud of their effort.

Wilbur then suggested they have a simple breakfast together. He prepared some toast and poured a glass of water, making sure Y/N had something in their stomach. During the meal, he listened attentively as Y/N shared their thoughts and feelings, allowing them to unload some of the burden they were carrying.

Knowing that rest was crucial for Y/N's recovery, Wilbur encouraged them to lie back down. He brought a few books and light-hearted movies to keep them company while they rested. Wilbur sat by Y/N's side, occasionally reading aloud or making jokes to lift their spirits.

Throughout the day, Wilbur remained a constant source of comfort and support. He reminded Y/N that it was okay to take things slow, that healing was a process, and that he would be there every step of the way.

As the evening approached, Wilbur suggested they take a short walk along the Brighton beach. He held Y/N's hand, providing a steady presence as they strolled along the shoreline, the sound of the waves soothing their troubled minds.

When they returned home, Wilbur prepared a warm cup of tea and encouraged Y/N to journal or draw their feelings as a way to release any pent-up emotions.

As the night settled in, Wilbur sat with Y/N on the bed once more, offering words of encouragement and hope. "Remember, Y/N, you're not alone in this journey," he said. "I'll be here for you, supporting you every day."

With Wilbur's unwavering care and understanding, Y/N slowly began to find their strength and resilience. He showed them that healing didn't happen overnight, but with love, patience, and the support of a loving partner, the darkness could be overcome.

[optimisticgrey]

Echoes of the Thread, Part 3

Pairing: Unnamed Tav, Shadowheart, Astarion, Gale, Lae'Zel

WC: 3114

Warnings: This contains spoilers. All of them.

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The morning starts with a slight headache, annoying but manageable. Considering how things have been, you consider this a win. The tadpole wriggles gleefully at the back of your mind, like an unwelcome guest overstaying its welcome. Shut up, you annoying little bastard. Emerging from your tent, you’re greeted by a sight that makes the harshness of the morning a little easier to bear: Gale, crouched by the fire, busy with breakfast. His familiar, broad smile is warm and inviting, catching you slightly off guard. “Good morning,” he says, his voice as gentle as the light filtering through the trees. Always the charmer, he hands you a plate, heaped generously with food, and a steaming cup of tea. “It’s not much, but I did my best with what we had,” he says, almost apologetically. You glance around and note that the others are still asleep, their tents undisturbed. Stretching to work out the stiffness in your limbs, you accept the offering. The plate holds bread, sausage, grilled tomatoes, and tea. It’s simple but smells heavenly. A small, genuine smile tugs at your lips. “That’s very kind of you, Gale. Thank you,” you say, settling by the fire. He pokes at the embers with a stick, the faint glow warming the still-cool air. “I’ve never really been an early riser,” he admits “But I thought you might appreciate the effort. It seemed like you had quite the day, gathering all of us into this—” he pauses, smirking faintly, “—troupe.” You chuckle softly, the word catching you off guard. It’s the first time he has used it. “That’s one way to put it.” The first bite of food surprises you, your hunger sharper than you expected. You devour the meal eagerly, the warmth and familiarity of it making it all the more satisfying. “I assume we’re all doing our best,” you say between bites, then quickly catch yourself. He hates when you talk while chewing. Swallowing, you add, “It’s not exactly an ideal situation for anyone. When the others wake, I think we should head back to the grove and see about finding a healer.” It’s a practiced lie, one you’ve told yourself and others before. You know there’s no cure. Nettie won’t be able to help, and you’ll likely end up defending yourself from her lethal attempts at mercy. It could make for an… interesting encounter. Speaking of encounters, Kagha comes to mind. The poison-tongued druid who undoubtedly needs to be addressed. Before your thoughts can settle, Lae’zel strides into camp, her arms stretched behind her back, her posture rigid and purposeful. She scoffs the moment she sees you lounging on a log, your hair still ruffled from sleep. Without a word, she disappears into her tent, emerging moments later with a stern expression and already wrapped in her armour. Gale, ever the gracious host, offers her a plate as she returns to the fire. She takes it, eyeing the food with suspicion before giving it a tentative sniff. “Hmph,” she mutters. “Is this custom in Fae-run? Do you always stuff yourselves so early? Among the Githyanki, we train at dawn to sharpen our bodies and minds, as Vlaakith decrees.” Gale glances at you, his eyes glinting with amusement, barely suppressing a chuckle. His tone, however, remains courteous as he replies, “Yes, it’s called breakfast. It is the first of usually three or more meals we consume during the day.” Lae’zel shakes her head, disbelief evident in her sharp features, but she sits and begins to eat. Though she says nothing, it’s obvious she enjoys the meal. The way she devours the food with focused intensity speaks louder than any words might. Gale catches your eye again, a quiet smile tugging at the corners of his lips, as if to say, Progress.

The others wake one by one, gratitude evident in their faces as they taste Gale’s cooking. Wyll is especially pleased, thanking him profusely for a proper meal. You gather the group and carefully explain the day’s plan, choosing your words with precision to avoid revealing too much. They nod along, seemingly reassured by your leadership. Everyone is caught up in their own worries, and the weight of decision-making seems a welcome relief for them. You notice Jen-, no, Shadowheart’s gaze lingering on you, curious and contemplative, while Astarion’s sharp eyes seem to study your every move with growing interest. You make a mental note to address this unease later, but not today. Today will have it’s own trials.

You manage to talk yourself into the Grove’s inner sanctum without getting eaten by Maggran’s bear form. The inner sanctum has a quiet, serene beauty to it, you have always enjoyed. You prevent Kagha from executing the young tiefling girl, Arabella, an act of cruelty you cannot abide. The encounter leaves tension crackling in the air, but you handle it deftly, guiding the conversation away from bloodshed. Kagha, with her characteristic sharpness, tries to persuade you by, using stark, almost manipulative words, to accompany the refugees on the road. Her tone is insistent, her gaze piercing as she paints a picture of the Grove’s peril and her own twisted sense of duty. As if. You still agree to talk to Zevlor. Then, you move on to explore the druid’s library under the guise of research. While there, you casually engage Astarion in conversation, subtly guiding him toward the nook containing the hidden chest. Convincing him to steal Kagha’s letters and notes, however, is no simple feat. His mistrust is palpable, his sharp questions unrelenting. The fact that you even know about the chest raises his suspicions. But with careful words and subtle persuasion, you manage to win him over. When he returns with the documents, the group's interest is piqued, and despite their lingering doubts, a sense of camaraderie begins to grow. Then comes Nettie. You let the drama with the poison and her warnings about the tadpole unfold, watching as she provides just enough information to keep your group wary. She speaks of Halsin and you seize the opportunity to offer your help in finding him. You feel Gale’s tension building beside you. His body is rigid, his hands fidgeting as he listens. As you turn to him, he finally breaks, his voice rising to a near shout. He rants, venting all his frustration and fear about his "condition," though he has yet to name it for what it truly is - the orb. You listen, giving him the space he needs to unravel. Despite his anger, you feel only compassion for him. His vulnerability is raw, a reminder of the Gale you’ve known and loved before. As his rage subsides, he looks at you with a mix of relief and gratitude, his breathing steadying. While the others prepare to leave the cave, a familiar voice echoes in your mind. You roll your eyes, ignoring the voice, urging you to collect the glass container on the nearby desk. Instead, you carefully collect a few personal items: Halsin’s pipe and notebook. Picking up the pipe, you take a moment to breathe it in, letting the faint scent of his favourite weed stir something deep within you. Longing washes over you, but you hold onto it, letting it anchor your resolve. You will see him soon. It will be alright. Wyll’s voice echoes from the cave entrance, snapping you out of your thoughts. With one last look at the pipe in your hands, you slip it into your bag and follow the others into the open air. Arabella’s parents, Amira and Locke, rush forward, relief written all over their faces. They thank you profusely for saving their daughter, pressing a small artifact into your hands as a token of their gratitude. You tuck it away in your bag. Gale will find a use for it later. Your next stop is Mirko, eager as ever to prove himself. You humour him, playing his game with the rings and trading for all the food he has. The haul will make for a decent dinner. Standing beneath the Grove’s stone ceiling, you pause for a moment, overwhelmed. Continue on AO3