#pls remind me to post the rest of these lol

[cant-afford-lobotomy]

Eroticism Of The Machine bracket

Obviously machines are sexy, but what makes a machine sexy?

Round 1: Capacitor charging sound vs Vacuum Fluorescent Displays

Capacitor charging noise is probably familiar if you've used a camera with a flash bulb. If the world were a just place all machines might make this noise.

Vacuum Fluorescent Displays (VFDs) were used extensively before LEDs became popular. While maybe not as worshipped as nixie tubes, they're fucking green.

[vaguely-concerned]

ingellvar must have so many strange off-putting little personal habits in their day to day life that they don't even realize come across as weird, especially if they haven't ever dated outside of the watchers much. in rye's specific case I think lucanis has a capacity for such immaculate 'sure my life is already so fucking weird this might as well happen' energy that I believe he'd be able to roll with the punches admirably given the time, but it really would be a situation like

(what was going on there was that rook was placing down some experimental wards, by the way, it's what he does to calm down before bed and if he wakes during the night. what with the necropolis itself being a liminal space of lf sorts on a cosmic scale, watchers take the additional liminal space between wakefulness and dreaming extremely seriously b/c they know there are things drifting through that would just love to get their foot/tentacle/conceptual spores in that particular half-ajar door that should not be allowed inside. or outside, I suppose, depending on your point of view. rook and lucanis are also experimenting with whether solid wards can help any with lucanis' weird post-spite dreams even if they can't do anything for the more mundane ptsd ones. third reason because in my worldstate they still live in the lighthouse after the game: unless gently dissuaded wisps will sometimes drift by while you're asleep and hover over your face curiously as they sense your mind doing stuff in the fade, and no one likes waking up on an eldritch sneeze with a well-meaning yet terrified wisp zooming about the room. important watcher novice 101 lessons.

blessed mental image of rye cross-legged on the floor, barefoot in his PJs with his hair down and no makeup, peaceably tracing out elaborate geometric shapes that somehow make your eyes scared when you look at them* while lucanis sits on the bed and reads out loud to both him and spite and occasionally sneaks some carnal looks at rook's fully unleashed curly hair and bare wrists & throat...... okay I think I've found the thing that will help me through the day thank you for coming on this journey with me)

*what is the paint he's using made out of and why is it such a deeply unsettling colour? don't worry about it! :) patented mostly well-meaning yet also borderline condescending mortalitasi hand wave of 'don't worry your sweet little non-nevarran head about it we both know you don't actually want to know. do not ask questions lest you learn the answers, especially if you're going to be annoying at me and freak out about it. let the things man was not meant to know stay unknown. unknown by you I mean I'm built different'

[starkwlkr]

teenagers | hugh jackman

an: i love y’all thanks for supporting my delusions about a 55 year old man (are y’all tired of me posting hugh/logan fics yet?? lol)

Your seventeen year old daughter, Olivia, leaned her phone against the paper tower holder. You and Hugh were getting breakfast ready while Olivia did god knows what. You would see her film tiktoks and take selfies for her instagram often so you assumed she was doing that. You were proven right when music started playing from her phone.

“I think the apple’s rotten right to the core. . . “

You watched as Olivia danced to the song. You weren’t even sure what the dance was, but you found it fun. Hugh just stood there completely confused.

Olivia finished the dance the turned her phone to record yours and Hugh’s reaction. She obviously posted it to tiktok where marvel fans found it funny that you and Hugh didn’t know what was going on.

oliviaaajckmn: 1 million dollars and I’ll make mum and dad do the apple dance in their costumes

wandasmagic wolverine is so brat coded

peter3stan PLS MAKE THEM DO THE DANCE

gwenpool “thank you olivia jackman” we all say in unison

buckysarm MAKE THEM DO THE DANCE AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

Hugh was a family man, it was no secret. Something he always loved doing was bringing his kids to work. Your two boys practically grew up on the x-men and avengers set. When Olivia was on set, Hugh was basically her assistant.

“Dad, I want a smoothie!”

“Dad! You’re not holding the umbrella right!”

But that was baby Olivia. Teenage Olivia spent most of her time in Hugh’s trailer or annoying her father while he rested in his trailer.

“Liv, go annoy Ryan or Shawn. Let me take a quick nap.” Hugh mumbled. He was still in his wolverine costume using a jacket as a blanket.

“I just want to know why Thor was crying? And don’t say who’s Thor! I saw the footage old man!”

“Oh my god! Is that Loki?”

No, the god of mischief wasn’t on set of the new avengers movie. Olivia had named her puppy after her favorite marvel character. The internet found it funny that wolverine or your character wasn’t the favorite.

Olivia was currently paying you a visit on the new avengers movie. To her, it did feel weird seeing you behind the camera instead of in front, but at least you were still part of the new marvel phase.

Pedro Pascal, the new Mr. Fantastic, asked for permission to pet the miniature dachshund. Olivia nodded and smiled when Loki the dog immediately took a liking to the older man.

“This is so beautiful I think I might cry.” Olivia fake sobbed as Loki started exploring the avengers set, he almost tripped over several wires, but Olivia saved the pup from getting tangled. It reminded her of all the times she almost tripped on the camera wires when she was younger.

“Hey, mother,” Olivia greeted you with a kiss on the cheek. She wasn’t the only one giving you a kiss, Loki had jumped into yours arms ready to give you kisses. “Loki missed you too.”

“Only Loki?” You teased. “Or are you just here to get a picture with Pedro?”

“You know me so well, mom.”

[il-miele-che-scrive]

Lando reminds Max how he said he'll let Lando marry Y/n once he wins his first race

yn_verstappen My boy got his first win ❤️❤️so proud of you my love

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landonorris I think I fulfill the criteria for you know what @/maxverstappen1 do you remember what you said?

↳maxverstappen1 I refuse to remember

landonorris cmon I'd do it anyway

maxverstappen1 It was a JOKE

landonorris well I'm very serious about this

username1 What is Lando talking about?

↳username2 I think under some previous post Max said he'll let Lando marry his sister if he wins because it seemed so unrealistic but now oh well 💀

carlossainz55 As a friend of the both of you I can't wait

↳yn_verstappen Wait for what exactly? 👀

landonorris you know what 👀

yn_verstappen Nahhhh I know it was just a joke

landonorris yeah yeah, a joke, totally

username3 I AM CONFUSED

username2 I think Y/n thinks it wasn't for real😭

username4 Y/n blessing our eyes with the video on third slide 😏

↳yn_verstappen As a fangirl myself, I know what a fangirl desires 😌

username5 But fr fr Y/n would be so lucky if Lando actually proposed now

↳username6 I don't think he is being serious, they're still young and all

username7 And why would he try to outshine his first win with a proposal??

username8 So is the wedding happening or not?!

↳username9 It MUST happen now

josverstappen7 Impressive 👏

↳yn_verstappen Ik dacht dat ik je geblokkeerd had lol

username3 "I THOUGHT I BLOCKED YOU" LMAO

↳username10 Hey Jos, is Max on his way to the gas station yet?

username11 He's still walking from the circuit back to the hotel lmao

landonorris It's a win-win situation

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yn_verstappen Max still can't believe you did it lmao

↳landonorris he was the one who gave me the idea!

maxverstappen1 IT WAS A JOKE

landonorris doesn't change the fact that it gave me the idea

username1 Max gonna hate himself for the rest of his life lol he trapped himself with Lando as brother in law

↳username2 Poor Maxie 🤣

yn_verstappen Poor Maxie indeed lmao

carlossainz55 Did Y/n take these photos?

↳landonorris of course she did

↳yn_verstappen Yessir I did

georgerussell63 Why's the ring so small? 🤣

↳yn_verstappen Well I love it regardless

georgerussell63 He's just won a race, should try a bit harder, not sure if that impresses Max

maxverstappen1 Remind me, where's your ring for Carmen? 🤔

username3 Max casually shutting George up lmao

↳yn_verstappen He loves his brother in law after all🥹

username4 I love how Max pretends to not like Lando, but when George try to say something he's defending

↳username5 That's real sibling energy

carlossainz55 Congrats to the both of you! 💪

↳landonorris during one weekend I did two things no one expected me to do

username6 No but that's a valid point Max got, cuz how long have Y/n and Lando been together? A YEAR AND HE ALREADY PROPOSED

↳username7 meanwhile Carmen still waiting for her ring after years

username8 Max ain't getting rid of Lando after this

↳yn_verstappen I think he doesn't mind it 😅

username9 Jos getting another son to train

↳username10 Jos pls turn Lando into a world champion

username9 Possibly without the abuse part?

yn_verstappen Not possible I think lol

josverstappen7 Take good care of her

↳yn_verstappen Better than you did 😐

↳username11 Jos tryna make a comeback into Y/n's life lmao

username12 Suddenly he even follows Lando?

username11 Thankfully Lando doesn't follow him back

maxverstappen1 To clear up the accusations - I will not hate myself for giving him the idea, I enjoy having Lando in the family

↳yn_verstappen They know, Maxie 😭 they're just joking around

username13 Imagine Max, Lando and Y/n together in the same room with Jos 💀

↳username2 I meannn Y/n does a pretty good job avoiding her father, I don't think she wants Lando to meet him

username1 Man's extremely rich, are we surprised?

username2 Trying to impress Max lmao first the win, now this

username3 Well it's understandable that they want privacy on such day

username4 I NEED TO KNOW IF JOS WILL BE THERE

↳username2 Knowing Y/n she won't invite him

username4 As 👏 she 👏 should 👏

username5 Little Lando Norris is the last person from the grid that I expected to get married now

↳username1 Or ever lol

username6 I hope after they are married and have kids Jos will stay away from them

↳username7 Yeah I don't think Y/n would want Jos to be involved in the kids' life after how abusive he was towards Max

username8 Abusive 💀 if it wasn't for Jos Max wouldn't be a world champion

username7 What about Lewis who didn't have an abusive parent?

username9 I'm really hoping to see Y/n keep her last name so their kids can have the last name of a world champion

↳username2 Lando still has a chance 😭 if not this season, then he still has a lot of time

↳username10 Maybe "no kids before Lando's first championship" is their second rule lmao

yn_norstappen Better than I've ever dreamed of 💓 thank you everyone for being there for us and celebrating our love together 💓 and thank you to my amazing husband for making me his wife

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username1 norstappen in the username 😭 I love her she's iconic

landonorris thank you to my beautiful wife for existing

↳username2 I think we know who he can thank for this 💀

maxverstappen1 It was better than I expected

↳landonorris supportive as always❤️

↳yn_norstappen Chill Maxie we all know you're happy for us

georgerussell63 It was such a beautiful wedding

↳yn_norstappen You should take notes, maybe you'll need it one day

carlossainz55 I cried and I'm proud of it

↳yn_norstappen I had no idea you'd be so touched!

carlossainz55 I guess it was just very heartwarming to see Lando get married, especially when you're the one he's getting married to

yn_norstappen Thank you 🥹🫶 I also cried a lot and I'm crying again reading all these kind comments

↳username3 Lando also cried! It was funny to see that after he said he's just not the kinda guy to cry during touching moments like this

username4 Yeahhhh I was surprised he didn't cry after his first win like 🥹aren't u happy pookie⁉️

yn_norstappen If you like to see Lando crying, wait for a video of our wedding day!!

↳landonorris that was kinda cute!

charles_leclerc Your first win, your first wife, what's next?😂

↳yn_norstappen FIRST and LAST wife

landonorris obviously baby

username3 New gossip alert, he said "obviously baby" without a comma ("obviously, baby") so what if he's actually replying to Charles' question saying next is their first baby? 😭

oscarpiastri So happy to have been with you on such important day

↳landonorris cheesy osc

↳yn_norstappen Thank you Oscar

mclaren Cheers to the newlyweds 🥂 (and to many more wins of Lando's)

↳oscarpiastri But tbh such a shame there was no orange theme

landonorris the baby shower will be black and orange

oscarpiastri You're already planning I see

landonorris it's a bit obvious innit

yn_norstappen LANDO

yn_norstappen We're NOT having a baby YET

landonorris after the first world champion title✍️got it baby

josverstappen7 Shame I couldn't be there with you, but happy regardless

↳yn_norstappen You COULDN'T? I didn't invite you

↳username2 nahhh Jos is tryna make it seem like he couldn't make it but we all know he just wasn't invited lmao

[butterznack]

baby, I’m good

Pairing : Hirai Momo x afab!reader

Summary : Dahyun’s latest post on Bubble got the better out of you, but Momo reminds you there’s more than one place for you to sit on her.

Genre : smut, established relationship

Warnings : 18+, fingering, oral (f!reader receiving), face sitting, clit stimulation, nipple stimulation

a/n : a little something for Momo day <3 (better late than ever lol) Dahyun’s bubble post got me feeling something like, make some room for me pls i swear i’ll behave >.<

There is no reason for you to feel jealous over Dahyun’s birthday post to Momo. All Twice members are close to each other, both in body and mind, and it isn’t as if you had never fallen victim to Jihyo’s drunken behavior and her accidental smooches at the corners of your lips, or Nayeon’s sticky fingers on your ass.

The photo isn’t recent, Momo had gotten a new haircut in preparation to MISAMO’s comeback, and so you pay it no mind, taping on the like button below the picture before switching to a different social app.

It isn’t long before Momo makes a grand entrance, waltzing past the entryway and straight to the living room where you are.

“Hi baby!” She chimes, bending down to trap your face in her hands and reach out to your lips, kissing you firmly but lovingly.

“Happy birthday love,” you greet her back as Momo pulls away, dropping next to you on the couch.

“What are you doing?” She rests her head on your shoulder, cheek pancaked onto it.

“Just looking at the stuff the girls posted for your birthday,” you smile, recalling one of Jihyo’s story of your girlfriend sleeping at a restaurant, a napkin tucked in the collar of her shirt that emphasized the comic aspect of the situation.

“You didn’t post anything,” you can feel her pout as she states the obvious, you know it’s not a complaint.

“I’m just keeping the best for last,” you grin. Momo pinches your side and you jerk up a bit without propelling your girlfriend off your shoulder. “Well, if I can do better than Dahyun’s post, that is.”

Your own words hit you only a second too late, and you don’t register Momo’s interrogative oh as she lifts her head to meet her eyes with yours. “What?” You shriek, fainting ignorance knowing damn well Momo is far from stupid and already sees right through your avoidant look.

“What about Dahyun’s post?” She asks.

“Nothing,” you lie, “I liked it.”

Momo is now fully facing you, one leg propped up on the couch and the arm of the same side against the backrest. She doesn’t say anything, but the moment you shoot a quick glance at her Momo huffs. “Are you jealous babe?” she quips.

You huff back at her, eyes not leaving the screen of your phone anymore, but you don’t say anything.

Maybe it was time for you to admit that it wasn’t jealousy, per say, but something akin to possessiveness. The image of Momo’s hand on Dahyun’s bare thigh burned into your hippocampus. You shrank in on yourself, chin nearly merging in between your collarbones as you slowly sank further into the couch.

“Oh my god, baby why?” Momo can’t help but snicker when you dramatically fall down the opposite side of hers. “Come back here,” she leans over and grabs you from under one thigh, pulling you with such force you oblige, soon straddling your girlfriend, facing her.

“Is that what you want?” Momo teases.

“Dahyun was facing the other way round,” you sulk.

“Yeah, but I can see you better like that,” she says, voice dropping an octave lower as she leans in to plant a kiss where your jaw and your ear meet. You hum in satisfaction, hands coming to repose themselves on Momo’s shoulders, her own settling on your waist. “So? Still jealous?” She keeps on kissing down your neck to the vale of your collarbone.

You whimper against her mouth as Momo lightly bites down on the muscle above, “I’m not.”

“Are you sure?” One hand comes sliding down your tummy, untucking your shirt from your pants and reaching back up to your breasts, grazing the underside. You arch at the touch, and Momo presses her hand against your sternum to keep you in place before latching her mouth onto your left nipple through the fabric of your shirt.

You gasp, one hand coming up to grip itself in her blonde bob. You try to push yourself onto her mouth, signaling to her to get more into it, but Momo keeps a strong hand between your boobs. The tip of her tongue flicks at your bud in kitten licks, and her mouth barely closes around it.

Momo is not one to tire from foreplay, she could go at it and tease you for several hours on end, and she has done so in the past. But right now, she’s doing this on purpose, because she doesn’t need a reason to taunt you like that.

You whine in protest, “Momo, please…”

“I’m waiting, love,” she replies, moving to nip at your right nipple.

Of course your girlfriend expected you to concede, to admit you were feeling a little jealous upon seeing that picture. Pulling one last time at her hair, you try to get her to look at you, “I was not jealous,” you say resolutely, “maybe just a little possessive…”

“A little?” Momo stops, fighting the urge to mock you with yet another smirk.

“Don’t push it,” you snarl.

As if to mean that’s enough for me, Momo wastes no time and has you remove your shirt completely, followed by your bra removed by her hefty fingers, and dives back onto your tits, suckling at the nipple again.

You cry out, a sense of relief washing over you, soon replaced by the itchy feeling of your growing arousal. A feeling you don’t have to focus on for too long as Momo is already slipping a hand in your pants and underneath your panties, fingers brushing your clit before sliding down your slit.

At the pace she’s going, you think you might combust on the spot. “So wet, just for me,” Momo whispers in your ear, and it’s not helping, just riling you up even more. She notices and slides one finger in your pussy, all three knuckles in. You let out a lengthy moan, tightening your hold on her shoulder and in her hair.

“Careful, I’m not not planning on going bald,” she scoffs, stopping amidst the process of giving you yet another hickey between your tits.

“Sorry,” you breathe out, “I’m sorry baby.”

“Don’t worry, you’re excused,” she states almost too matter-of-factly as she adds a second finger and starts to pump them in and out of your cunt.

She sets up a fast pace, sometimes rubbing at the spongy spot inside, coating her fingers in your arousal. Momo avoids your clit, trying not to let the palm of her hand touch it. You notice it rather quickly, moans now substituted by whimpers, seeking more of her, more than just her fingers in your pussy and her mouth on your tits.

You believe Momo takes note of the sudden shift in behavior right away. She takes her free hand and brings it to your neck, pulling you into a searing kiss. It’s messy and devouring, tongues and teeth meeting and clashing with each other, mouths agape letting out the sultriest moans out of the two of you.

You had been so focused on your own pleasure that you didn’t attend to Momo's. Though she didn’t complain, and never did, you’ve always felt a bit guilty that she would care more about your needs than hers.

“You know where else you could sit for me?” Momo prompts, as if noticing, again, you were drifting off in your thoughts. She let her hands fall to your hips, then lower, grabbing at the soft plush of your thighs. “Where?” You ask, knowing the answer already.

“Take off your pants,” she demands and again, you oblige, moving at light-speed to rid yourself of your clothes. At the same time, Momo lays down on the soft seat cushions of the couch, guiding you back down on her.

Her arms snake behind your thighs, and your knees are on both sides of her head, not too close but apart enough Momo can have you sit on her face as much as humanly possible.

You always hesitate for a second. Despite getting off to the sight of your girlfriend enjoying herself being squished between your thighs, you couldn’t help but need her approval to finally sink down on her face. An approval that came in the form of Momo bringing her mouth to your throbbing clit and pulling you down at the same time, and there’s nothing you can do to keep the moan from coming out of your vocal cords, raw and high-pitched.

One day, that woman is going to literally eat your pussy.

Momo finally gives all the attention your throbbing clit was craving. No teasing needed, she simply wanted, ached, to lose herself into your cunt, tongue switching from lapping between your folds to flicking back at the swollen bundle of nerves above. Anytime you arch your back, you also press harder against her mouth. Momo hums in contentment, one of her hands leaves your ass to relieve herself of some of her own pains and aches.

There is nothing but a symphony of moans and whimpers filling the living room. Pleas run out of your mouth in search of a desperate release, you grind your pussy against Momo’s face and she keeps on sucking at your clit, tongue going back into folds, fucking you relentlessely with it.

“Momo… I’m so close,” you chant her name over, and over, and over again. Momo pinches her eyebrows, as if trying to catch up with you. You take over for her, placing your hand below hers, applying pressure while rubbing her clit in repeated motions, rutting continuously as Momo joins you in your fun, grinding against the palm of your hand.

“That’s it baby, come for me,” she mutters from under you.

That tight feeling in your gut snaps when Momo bites and sucks at your clit again. You cry out your release, and your fingers slip past her folds in one swift motion, making Momo whimper as her orgasm crashes over her as well. Coming down from your high, you lift yourself up, licking at your fingers to get a taste of Momo’s.

You settle over her lap, plopping onto her chest as your girlfriend hugs you, hands running up and down your spine. You raise your head, cradling Momo’s face and kissing her, chaste but longingly.

“Hope the seat was to your confort,” she murmurs mid-kiss.

“You can’t imagine,” you chuckle.

[bennyboyfics]

jealous ben pls!

Jealous, jealous boy || Ben Shelton x model!reader

A/n: I loooove jealous Ben hehehehe

Wc: 1,318

Warnings: jealous!ben lol

MASTERLIST

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The sun was high over Wimbledon, the scent of freshly cut grass thick in the air, mingling with the faintest hint of sweat as Ben dragged a hand down his face. Training had been intense—his serve had been dialed in, his backhand was sharp, but something was off. His focus. He had been fine all morning, locked in, feeling good—until that break between drills.

Until he made the mistake of checking his phone. One notification. One picture. It was everywhere. His feed, reposted by fan pages, even mentioned in articles. You—draped in the arms of another man. Not just any man. Some perfectly sculpted European model, the one you’d been paired with for the new Wimbledon sponsor campaign.

The one Ben had already decided he didn’t like. The photo was editorial perfection. You in a crisp, all-white tennis set, your skirt just short enough to make his blood pressure spike, the fitted top hugging your body in ways that made him think of anything but tennis. And then there was him. Arm around your waist, hand dangerously close to your hipbone, leaning in like he had every right to be there.

The caption didn’t help. “Tennis’ hottest new duo? @yourusername & @malemodelsusername heating things up at Wimbledon.” Ben had stared at the screen, his jaw tightening, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he gripped his racket just a little too hard. He knew—logically—this was work. He knew this was just part of your job. But that didn’t mean he had to like it.

And he definitely didn’t. By the time training wrapped up, his irritation had simmered into something sharper. His usual easy-going energy was gone, replaced with something more brooding, more possessive. He needed to see you.

—

You were in the Wimbledon player’s lounge, lounging on one of the plush chairs with a smoothie in hand, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone. The campaign was already gaining traction—messages from friends, your manager, brands wanting to book you. It was exciting, but you had a feeling Ben wouldn’t see it that way.

You didn’t get much time to dwell on it before you felt it. A presence behind you. A firm, warm grip on your waist. Before you could react, Ben’s strong arm wrapped fully around you, pulling you back against his solid chest. The scent of him—sweat, fresh grass, and a hint of the cologne he always wore—wrapped around you.

You smiled, leaning into him instinctively. “Hey, baby.” He didn’t say anything right away. Instead, he reached around you, tapping at your phone screen until it lit up. And there it was—the post. He grabbed your wrist, holding your phone up in front of you like evidence in a courtroom. “This,” he muttered, voice low. “You wanna explain this to me?”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the smirk threatening to form. “So… you saw that, huh?” Ben scoffed, shifting his hold so that both hands were now on your waist, his grip firm—possessive. His fingers flexed slightly, like he was reminding himself that you were here, with him, and not wrapped up in someone else’s arms. “Yeah, I saw it,” he muttered, his voice low and edged with frustration.

“Didn’t like it.” You turned fully in his hold, your hands resting against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath your palms. He was still warm from training, his shirt slightly damp, the fabric clinging to his toned frame. His jaw was tight, his brows furrowed, and those blue eyes—usually so playful, so full of mischief—were dark, unreadable.

“You know it’s just work, right?” you said softly, running your fingers up the front of his shirt. “It’s a campaign, Ben.” His grip on you didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened. “Don’t care,” he muttered. “Don’t like him touchin’ you.” You let out a slow breath, tilting your head as you studied him. He was fully, completely serious. “Ben,” you said, your voice laced with amusement. “Are you really jealous right now?”

His jaw ticked. “Damn right, I am.” You bit back a smile. “Baby, you do realise you have nothing to worry about, right?” He didn’t answer right away, just kept looking at you like he was trying to work something out in his head. Then, in one smooth motion, he pulled you even closer, his hands slipping under the hem of your hoodie, fingers pressing into the bare skin of your waist.

His grip was firm, grounding. “People in the comments are actin’ like he’s your damn boyfriend,” he muttered, voice rough. “They’re talkin’ about y’all like—like I don’t even exist.” You exhaled a quiet laugh. “Ben. You know I don’t care about the comments.” “Maybe not, but I do.” His voice was low, the kind that sent shivers down your spine. “I don’t like sharin’.” You smirked, leaning in, your lips brushing against his jaw.

“Good thing you don’t have to.” Ben let out a slow breath, his fingers pressing deeper into your skin. His hands slid up, his thumbs brushing along your ribs, like he needed to feel more of you, to remind himself that you were his. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his lips barely grazing your ear. “Not his. Not anybody else’s. Mine.” Your heart skipped at the raw possessiveness in his voice.

You pulled back slightly, your nose brushing against his. “Then why don’t you remind me?” you teased, voice barely above a whisper. His eyes darkened, his lips curving into something between a smirk and a challenge. “Oh, you want a reminder?” Before you could respond, Ben’s mouth was on yours—firm, claiming, making damn sure you felt every ounce of jealousy, frustration, and need burning through him.

His fingers dug into your waist, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss, like he was trying to erase every trace of that damn photo from your mind. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your lips. “Next time, I better be the one in the picture with you,” he murmured, his hands still gripping your waist.

You smirked, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. “Jealous, Shelton?” His lips brushed over yours again, his voice a low rasp. “Hell yeah.”

[haveateadude]

bleak horizons

summary *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ yeah, okay. maybe you're sad.

warnings *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ depression, self-harm, mommy issues (dw there's A LOT of fluff and cuddles and hugging and it all ends up alright) this is just talked about but it can still be triggering!!!!! pls take care of yourselves!!!!!!!! my dms are open :)

author notes *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ wasn't planning on posting this but i love validation. also, this is not like cannon ellie i guess?? i did a really bad characterization bc i used this as a vent and i just wanted comfort lmao. hope this still makes y'all feel seen or fucking something. btw this first part is really boring hehe, i wrote this when i was in a rush and in a train and i was tired and sad so i don't mind if it flops lol

i hate this so much idk why i'm posting this as my first pots. aghh. here u go ig. don't hate on me. bye.

(not proofread, sorry abt that)

pt1 — pt2 — pt3

you look so out of it

pull it together

we can love you

forever and ever

I've recently moved in with Ellie after weeks of looking for someone to move in.

I had checked other apartments, but this was the one that didn't smell like there was a corpse under my feet, hidden from the light beneath the floor and it didn't look like it was haunted by ghosts. The walls weren't chipping away, also, so that was a plus. There's no denying that getting used to living with someone else was difficult, but it was the only alternative to live away from my parents. Not to mention I had developed feelings for Ellie—she's beautiful, with those eyes and auburn hair, and her tattoos just make her look fucking badass.

After a few weeks, I settled in with her: we both have a routine, and established unspoken rules, and now it's comfortable living with her.

Tonight was a lovely night—I had already finished everything I had to do, and I didn't have an exam until next week, probably—until I got a call from my mother. I know I can't run away from this one. She always threatens to unroll me from college and take me home when I don't answer her calls. And I know she's capable of doing so.

“Hello?” I said as I went out to the kitchen, to take a glass of water.

“You know, most people say something sweet when they answer their mother.”

I roll my eyes, even if she can't see me. It was just a fucking hello.

“What happened, Mom?” I ask, not wanting to fight.

She takes a second to answer, “Well—I was looking at some resources and there are a lot near your area…”

She takes a second to answer, “Well—I was looking at some resources and there are a lot near your area…”

“Resources about what?”

“Therapy. Conversion therapy.”

It takes all of myself not to gasp, or cry. I don't know. I hear Ellie going out of her room, and walking towards the kitchen. I don't care if she's here; I haven't been caring about anything these past few days.

“Okay,” Is all you say. I don't know how to answer, or what to do. I leave the glass on the aisle with trembling hands.

“That's all you have to say?”

“I—I don't know what you want me to say.”

“‘Thank you’, maybe?” I stay quiet, I don't want to thank her, I don't want her to speak to me ever again. “You could also get therapy for, you know…”

“For what, mother?”

“The cutting. Your scars—I always thought they looked repulsive. No one is going to lov—”

I hung up before she could say anything else. I hate her. I hate my mother. I can't even believe she's a mother, let alone mine. I suddenly feel the need to hurt, and I hate to admit it, but my mother has always been right about the way they look—so I just shut my eyes and try to breathe. It always helps—deep breathing, that is. I have to remind myself that I'm clean. I've been clean for months. Maybe even a year, I lost count.

“You okay?”

Ellie's voice almost makes me flinch, already having forgotten about her. I open my eyes as she walks over to me and lays her elbows on the aisle, while I rest my back on the counter behind her.

I look at her, with a knot in my throat, “I'm fine.”

“Your mother…” She makes a pause, short enough to not make me go crazy, “Is she, like, a pain in the ass?”

I chuckle at that as I cross my arms, “Yeah.”

“If it gets too bad, you can talk to me. I don't mind. And my dad has some contacts, we can maybe scare your mother away.”

“It's okay,” I tell her with a smile. “I can manage.”

“I know,” She smiles, and I can feel my heart fluttering in my chest.

Before I say anything I regret, I go to your room with my door open—a technique I've acquired to avoid hurting myself.

I sit at my desk and look up conversion therapy first, I want to know what this is all about—I know that it's harmful to people in the community, that it leaves you screwed and fucked up. I don't like what pops up on my screen, so I close the tab and go to another one—where I search for therapy. The real one.

I went to a lot of therapy sessions, but my mother was always behind them, so I don't know if it ever was effective. I like this one a lot better. It should be helpful. It will help, I know that for a fact.

I'm having dinner with Ellie, which we normally do—today we ordered, since we were hungry and it always takes a little while to prep a meal—when I think to ask her about the topic.

“Do you know any therapy center?” I ask her. “Or the number of a therapist? Whatever.”

If she's curious, she doesn't show it. She stops chewing on her food, then looks at me; then continues to chew, and after she swallows she speaks, “Sure, I have some friends that go to the same therapist, so it's completely trustworthy, I guess. I can ask for the number.”

I wipe my mouth with the napkin on my side, “Yeah, that'd be alright.”

Ellie takes a sip from her cup and then looks at me, “You okay, though…?”

“I'm fine, just—you know, making sure everything's okay.”

She nods, “Got it—I was just asking.”

After my first therapy session, I ended up tired. My therapist—which feels weird to say out loud and even in my head—is a nice lady in her thirties who looks like a hippie.

I've realized I tend to lie a lot—I didn't talk about self-harm or my mother. Or anything else, really. Just about the movie Speak, and then almost cried when talking about the weather.

So, “Yeah, it went well,” is my answer when Ellie asks how it went, sitting in her car. She picked me up since I had taken my car to maintenance.

“Okay, then,” she says once the car engine starts. She connects her phone to Bluetooth, and we listen to music for a while. Ellie places her hand on my knee when I start bouncing my leg, which sends shivers down my spine and gives my brain something to think of that isn't any of my shit. “Do you want to go eat something?”

“Sure,” I accept. Her thumb makes little circles on my knee. I wonder if she knows what she's doing, her eyes are still fixated on the road. My heart does the flutter thing that it did a few days back again, and my core heats up.

She doesn't want you, I try to convince myself. She's your friend, she doesn't want you. She will fall in love with you, not your brain nor your scars, and when she finds out about the way you think she'll leave.

When we arrived at the restaurant, we ordered a plate together, since we always share and the food here comes in big sizes that we wouldn't finish if we ate it separately.

When we arrive at the restaurant, we order a plate together, since we always share and the food here comes in big sizes that we won't finish if we ate it separately.

“So, how's work?” I ask when we're waiting for our food.

“It's going well, I guess.”

“You guess?”

"I just hate my boss."

I furrow my eyebrows, “do you want to talk about it?”

“It's fine, he just sucks. But well, Jesse is postulating to—you know, be a boss; that fucker.”

I chuckle, “Well, I like Jesse.” I soon realize what I said, and my cheeks go red. “Not in a, uh, romantic way or anything. You know. Fuck. He's just nice.”

“Just nice?”

“I like you better than him,” I blurt out, which only adds to my embarrassment.

Oh, oh.

I like Ellie.

Fuck, yeah. You do.

Who am I kidding, I knew I did. From the start—from the first time she looked at me, for the first time touched my hand and spoke to me; for the first time she played guitar for me and made dinner because she knew how tired I was.

Ellie is flushed. I can tell.

“Oh, do you?” She asks with a grin.

The waitress comes with our food, and leaves the plate. I look at her, she looks at me at Ellie and then leaves.

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and lay my elbow on the table, with my chin propped up in my hand.

“What if I do?”

She bites her lip, looks at mine and then at the food, “The food's getting cold.”

What the fuck. What the actual fuck. Did that actually happen, or was it my imagination? Holy shit. Shit! Fucking fuck.

It leaves me thinking, but my thoughts leave when I hear her laughter after I crack a joke.

We take the stairs up the apartment, and we laugh all the way up. We just laugh and laugh and laugh because she said something and now I'm almost falling to the floor from how much my stomach hurts.

“Stop,” I say when we get to our apartment door. I keep laughing because Ellie's laughing too and she can't open the door. “My stomach hurts.”

She looks at me and laughs. Idiot. I laugh, too.

“Hey!” We hear our neighbor say. “Quiet down!”

“We're sorry!” I exclaim back, as he closes his door.

Ellie giggles, “You're so fucking dumb, I'm not sorry at all.”

“Shut up,” I say.

“Oh, make me.”

And then—oh, god—and then, and then she looks at me as the curvature of my lips goes down, and then I kiss her.

I kissed her. I fucking did. Me, not her—not Ellie's brave and confident ass, but mine. The butterfly in my chest flutters harder when she kisses back. She puts both of her hands on my waist and deepens the kiss, while my hand moves from her cheeks to her neck, then finds its way to her torso.

Ellie manages to open the door without breaking the kiss, and then she shuts the door with her foot.

“We should—” I speak between kisses. “Ellie—couch.”

“Yeah, okay. Okay.”

Our tongues fight, but our souls mend and I find my way to her in every sense. 

[angels-fantasy]

Girl let me just say your fics are superb and thanks for the quirkless child one I requested with Bakugou! I promise I’ll leave you be for a bit in a second, but… post final war; everyone who has came out alive clearly is suffering from injuries, health issues, and trauma (both physical trauma and mental trauma) no? So how about a Bakugou x Reader with a reader who was essentially Bubbly, Firery and Energetic, to after the war who is exhausted, is often having nightmares over Bakugou cause well he nearly died, sleep deprived and basically depressed because I can guarantee nobody should be sane after a war, especially not children like our lovely highschoolers. Please make it angst to comfort, because seeing how Bakugou also has developed I’m sure as sad as he would be he would also be understanding and try to be comforting (despite his awkwardness). I’d appreciate if you could get this done to be as close as possible (and maybe just a little long than the one I requested last time- no pressure) BUT if anything you find in my request may be too triggering or something feel free to make it less triggering and change it, I just ask if you can keep the same vibe and theme with the reader who changed drastically after the wars and is getting comforted by Bakugou, Angst to comfort (duh), thank you so much, and I hope I’m not troubling you too much! — An anon who enjoys suffering, angst, and comfort ((SAC) Anon); (get it? Suffering, Angst, Comfort, SAC, wait that has a good ring to it, damn I have a new alias, I’ll shut up now)

I'm Okay, As Long as He's Here (Request)

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Details/Warnings: reader has a panic attack and nightmares!! pls be weary of this. angst to fluff, well, my attempt at angst lol

Word Count: 1k

thank you for your request and the support :D it means a lot to me 🩷 btw don't ever feel like you're bothering me or like you need to leave me alone! i like talking to everyone :) also this is a good little plot, but im not the best at writing angst but this is helping me improve i think, so please tell me how i did! i really hope you like it SAC anon hahah

Before the war, you were a different person. Looking at you now, no one would ever guess you were once a bubbly, out going person. But Katsuki knew you were, and sometimes, he missed the old you.

It was hard to watch you wake up crying in the middle of the night from your horrible nightmares of the war. Some being about his near death experience, and others being about him dying in other ways.

Some nights, you didn't sleep at all, and it was really showing.

"Hey, keep your head up. I don't want you to fall asleep." Katsuki said. It was already months after the war, so you were all back at school, but you were one of the few students that was struggling the most.

He definitely has his struggles too, but he knew he had to be there for you, because yours were much worse.

You opened your eyes wider, trying your best to stay awake. "Sorry. I couldn't sleep last night."

"You havin' nightmares again?"

You nodded, he sighed.

"Come sleep in my dorm tonight. You sleep better with me and you know it."

You agreed and continued trying your best to stay awake for the rest of the day. Occasionally, Katsuki would have to wake you up or remind you to stay awake. The lack of sleep made it hard to focus, especially in Hero Training. Thankfully, Mr. Aizawa and the rest of the teachers were understanding of the students who were struggling.

Once school was over it felt like a weight was lifted off of your shoulders. You knew you had homework to do, but right now you'd rather sleep. Or at least attempt to. Since you were going to be with Katsuki tonight, you were probably only going to have one nightmare. Plus, he'd be there to comfort you.

Following your boyfriend to his dorm room, you immediately changed into some of your clothes that he had there for you, and then laid down on his bed.

For a while, you just silently watched him as he sat at his desk and did his homework, something you should also be doing.

"What're you starin' at?"

You smiled, but not as brightly as before, "I'm just admiring you."

He huffed, "Good, I'm awesome."

Rolling your eyes, you said, "And there he is."

He laughed and continued doing his homework. You just continued watching him, because it was something that comforted you. It was a reminder that he was okay and alive.

Knowing he was safe right in front of you, you fell asleep.

...

You didn't know what time it was, but it must've been late since the room you were in was dark.

You clutched your chest as you sat up in bed and breathed heavily, feeling tears prick your eyes.

Of course, you had another nightmare again. This one in particular was about Katsuki, and he was in the arms of Shigaraki. You saw the villain use his Decay quirk on him, and your boyfriend began to crumble away but you were paralyzed in your dream. There was nothing you could do.

The nightmare felt so real and so scary, like they usually do. You felt so helpless and scared. The evil that emitted from Shigaraki and All For One was something you'd always remember.

You subconsciously began to rock yourself back and forth and made self soothing noises as you continued to have a panic attack. They never got easier, or less scary as time went on. It always felt like you were going to die.

Your panic must've woke Katsuki up, because you suddenly heard his voice calling out to you.

"Hey, hey! Breathe baby, you gotta breathe." He said.

You shook your head, "I-I can't! It hurts. I'm scared, I'm gonna die!"

He carefully grabbed your hands and held them in his. He took one of them and brought it to his chest near his heart so you could feel it beat.

"What is my heart doing right now?" He asked. This was a method he used to ground you during these situations, especially because he knew how you felt about him and his safety.

You looked at his chest, "Beating. Your heart is beating."

"Right. Now what do you feel here?" He asked, now placing a hand on the blanket that was on top of you guys.

"The blanket."

"What does it feel like?"

"It's soft and fluffy."

As he continued distracting you from your panic, you eventually calmed down. You were still crying a bit, but he held you in his arms as you let it out.

"He killed you Katsuki. I was so scared, and I couldn't do anything!" You cried into his chest.

He rubbed your back, "You know that shit isn't real, no matter how real it feels. I'm right here living and breathing. I'm safe, okay?"

You nodded and sniffed, "Okay." You placed a hand on his chest over his heart and felt it beat, the steady rhythm of it comforting you.

Katsuki grabbed that hand and kissed the palm of it, "Love you. I'll be here all night, 'kay?"

"I love you too. Thank you."

"It's no problem."

The next morning, you felt more rested than usual. It must've been because you only had one nightmare, which was an improvement.

You noticed you woke up before your boyfriend, so you just let him sleep a little longer while you got on with your morning routine. You had a lot of your own things in his room, including an extra toothbrush which you were thankful for.

When he eventually woke up, he walked over to you and hugged you tightly.

"You feelin' okay?" He asked.

You nodded as best as you could in his tight grip, "Mhm."

"Be honest."

"I am! I feel a lot better than last night." You insisted as you pulled away slightly, still keeping your arms around him.

He hummed and kissed the top of your head, "Mkay. Wanna sleep with me again tonight?"

"Yeah, I'll bring more clothes later."

He smiled, "'Kay. Let's go to class." He said and threw an arm over your shoulder, making you smile up at him.

Yeah, you knew things would be okay as long as he was around.

authors note

i hope you liked it! i'm sorry it was kinda short, i've been in a little writing stump but im trying to get out of it!

love ya 🩷

tags for bakugou fics: @doumadono @shonen-brainrot

[bayetea]

Frazel headcanons pls 🙏🏻we need good representation I only trust thou

I don't know how these headcanon posts are supposed to look but I really started yapping in almost all of these so sorry for the paragraphs <3 I have many frazel headcanons but I have to limit myself somewhere so here's what I have for now !!

and there's nothing explicit here but jsyk I'm very adultpilled when it comes to pjo characters (which means that I grew up with them and now I just automatically imagine them in contexts where they're young adults) so I'm basically thinking of these as if frazel has been dating for years and is in their early 20s or something

on the first day frank arrived at camp jupiter he was wearing a shirt that hazel complimented him on. if it weren't for the camp jupiter shirts he would have worn it like 2 or 3 days a week because of that compliment. he totally grew out of it after the blessing of mars (which appears to have worn off in toa, except frank is still muscly. so still too big to keep wearing his old clothes) but he still has that shirt in his room years down the line, even after they've been dating for forever

when hazel gets mad at him she's prone to letting her emotions get the best of her and storming off without communicating, and she's the type of person who wants time to herself to process her emotions. even then, she doesn't like to explain herself or initiate difficult conversations unprompted (she's from the 30s repression is all she knows lol); frank is used to this, so he tries his best to give her space first and then delicately ask her things like "can we talk?"

but also frank gets extremely depressed when hazel is upset with him. he hates himself the most when he feels like he isn't being a good boyfriend, which is just an ongoing source of anxiety for him

frank is better at controlling his anger around hazel - and in general he very rarely gets upset with her. I think he has an (probably unhealthy) tendency to uphold this "hazel can do no wrong" attitude, which might result in him repressing/downplaying his own dissatisfaction with some of her behaviors. hazel is generally aware of this, so she too might ask him questions like "are you sure you're okay with what I did? are you sure you're sure?" and those extra urges are necessary to get frank to be candid about his feelings. basically they're good at getting each other to open up about their real feelings

(ignoring toa) frank genuinely does not think about his firewood anymore. his trust in her is so innate that he feels no need whatsoever to have it on his mind. he doesn't even want hazel to bring it up in conversation or remind him that she has it unless absolutely necessary - partially because of that one time in the books where it says that frank even thinking about the wood catching fire caused it to catch on fire lol (and it's arguably selfish for him to put that kind of major responsibility on her for basically the rest of their lives, but idk - maybe love is just selfish sometimes?)

hazel on the other hand is hyperaware of it at all times, even with leo's protection. she thinks about it everyday and she double checks that it's still on her person any time she leaves and enters a room. it's kind of a lot, but she made the choice to accept responsibility for his life and she's okay with that, so she puts in the conscious work every day to ensure that nothing bad ever happens to it. it's a sacrifice and a commitment that she's ultimately okay with upholding because she loves him that much

hazel got frank a silver watch for his 18th birthday and he wears it all the time. but also when she's feeling like a rascal she controls the metal and very very gently tugs him in her direction, even when he's kind of far away. so frank could be in the middle of an important conversation with someone and then he feels his arm being lifted towards her, to which he readily reacts like "uh sorry my girlfriend is calling me I gotta go" and then he runs off - and the other person is always like I didn't even hear his phone ring?????? man he does not fw me for real

hazel is better at kissing than frank but only slightly. they'll get better over time!

frank LOVES christmas and hazel is pretty uncomfortable with everything about it (christmas was always extremely depressing for her, she's uncomfortable with being showered in gifts, bullies at school told her when she was like 6 that santa wasn't real, etc etc) so they've compromised - frank gets to decorate the praetor house for christmas as much as he wants and they get to have a tree but they only put one gift for each other under the tree, and frank isn't allowed to play the michael buble christmas albums at all times

frank canonically took canadian french classes in school, and hazel knows some louisiana french - but in son they're not really able to talk to each other in french because they're not fluent speakers and the dialects are so different. I think that eventually they would try to make an effort to get on the same page and become more fluent so that they can have cute private conversations <3 and I think hazel finds it's really cute and charming when frank speaks french, she thinks it suits his voice so well

frank is super anxious about hurting her because of how much bigger and taller he is. like it's probably happened once or twice that he really did hurt her on accident (i.e. bumped into her and she fell and hurt her head, playfully smacked her arm and it Genuinely Hurt, etc) so he has a habit of treating her like delicate glass sometimes, which hazel doesn't like lol

they're an interracial couple with a major height and size difference so they get stared at a LOT in public, mainly whenever they leave camp jupiter. the stares bother hazel a lot more than they bother frank, which activates his urge to get protective so he might stare right back at them until they look away

this is from a (18+ sorry lol) fanfic I'm writing but I think hazel has a habit of placing her hand/her ear right on frank's chest so she can hear his heart a lot. I think she'll always be recovering from asphodel and all that time she spent surrounded by the dead, and so she likes to feel with all her senses how alive frank is

(also from that same fanfic sorry lol) frank HATES arion. he cannot stand that horse. and deep down there is an extremely immature part of him that's like "I can literally turn into a horse why does she even need that jerk :/" but he tries to keep his mouth shut because he knows arion is hazel's bestie

hazel educated herself on metric system conversions and so she tries her best to only use those when she's talking to frank, although she slips up sometimes

frank makes a huge effort not to make modern pop culture references in front of her, but he does slip up sometimes and he always tries his best to explain the reference

and a bonus - my frazel voice headcanons <3 (I tried my best but tumblr isn't letting me upload audios no matter what I do so here are spotify links sorry)

frank: not actually as good of a singer as this guy but I just know that 20-something frank has a deep sadboy voice

hazel: she may be the daughter of death but her voice is light and airy like an angel's <3 sorry I'm just never going to be a deep-voiced hazel truther

[kyojurismo]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. +18 nsfw, 1.9k words, age difference (reader is in her 20s, satoru is in his 30s), top!satoru, dub-con, fingering, nipple play, degradation, not proofread + pls notify me if there’s something else to tag, i’ll fix it asap.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. hello dear readers. i know it took me a whole month to start posting something for my kinktober event, but life (and my depression) got in the way, so i wasn’t able to fully dedicate myself to writing (i take this opportunity to also remind y’all that 1. i do it as a hobby and 2. eng is not my first language). starting w day 6 bc i suddenly got the desire to write for satoru lol. well, that’s all from me now, i hope you guys will enjoy and please be sure to read the tags carefully !! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

satoru gojo was a close friend to your father, they worked together and sometimes he would invite satoru for dinner. he was charming and funny, so of course it never disturbed you. he also looked incredibly handsome, with those beautiful light blue eyes and white hair.

he looked so sad when you mentioned you were gonna move out for college, saying that he liked your young presence and your sense of humour, especially how you two often ended up talking about scary movies — a passion you two had in common.

you recently got back home, your father’s birthday was getting closer and you wanted to organise something to celebrate it, as long as help him decorate the house for halloween.

you weren’t exactly a fan of halloween costumes, more like you enjoyed the atmosphere and watching others dressing up as something.

you finished preparing yourself a snack when your phone started ringing, your father’s name appeared on screen.

“hey dad!”

“i’m gonna get home late tonight, i’m sorry baby. gotta catch up to some work, but we can watch the movie once i’m back if you’re not sleeping already. how does it sound?”

you took a couple of seconds to reply, because well — you’ve been looking forward to it for days, but you also knew that his job was important and that he couldn’t really left early because ‘he has some movie to watch’.

“yeah, sounds good. i’ll try my best to stay awake.”

“great! i asked satoru to pass by and check on you. i think he’ll bring something to eat too.”

“dad… i’m not fourteen, i don’t need a babysitter.”

“i know, i know. he just offered since it’s his day off.”

“whatever. see ya later.”

you hung up the phone and rolled your eyes. it was obvious your dad asked him to come over and check on you, but you didn’t mind it that much. he would leave quickly and you would end up having the rest of the evening all for yourself.

at least, that what you thought.

“i’m so surprised to see you,” you opened the door, sarcasm clear in your voice. you didn’t expect to see satoru dressed up as none other than the slender man. you chuckled, checking the mask a bit closer. “wow. you really got into it, huh?” satoru didn’t answer at first, playing the part before you rolled your eyes and walked back into the kitchen, leaving him there.

you heard the door closing a couple of seconds later, while grabbing your sandwich. satoru took off the mask and sighed deeply, glancing around the place. “what if it wasn’t me?” he sounded serious, concerned about your careless behaviour. “my father told me you were coming over to check on me, mr. babysitter.”

he rolled his eyes and put the bag with your food on the kitchen island, before looking at you. “what are you up to tonight?” he casually asked, watching you eating your sandwich in silence. you shrugged before meeting his eyes. “i’m gonna read or watch something, waiting for my dad to come home. what about you?” you smiled innocently, as if you didn’t have in plan to do a marathon of your favourite horror movies.

“dunno. my friend ditched me, so i’m all alone in this frightening night,” he pouted before smirking at your change of expression. “i’m talking about suguru, not your father.”

you rolled your eyes and pretended to be offended. you finished eating your sandwich and put the plate away. “well? are you leaving?” you asked him, making him gasp dramatically. “kids today are so poorly mannered! is this the right way to treat an old man?”

“you’re not that old, that’s also why i don’t get it how you became my father’s best friend in the first place,” satoru was around thirty years old, like ten years younger than your father. “i’m everyone’s favorite person,” he winked and you shook your head, chuckling. “you’re not, really.”

satoru looked offended and followed you into the living room, waiting for an apology. he got none. “whatever. can i stay over? maybe we can watch something together,” he asked you, genuinely interested in doing so. you thought about his offer, knowing that it wouldn’t hurt to have some company. “hm, okay. but i’m choosing,” you glanced at him while sitting down on the couch. “yeah, sure. just pick something scary.”

halfway through the movie, satoru started shifting towards you, making it look casual. you bit your inner cheek as your leg touched his, stiffening a little.

“scared?” he murmured during a moment of silence, you shook your head. “hm,” he licked his lips before looking at you, noticing how you were growing nervous.

in reality, he had been looking at you differently since earlier. you felt strange about it, but you tried to ignore it for your own good. maybe he just wanted to mess with you a little like he would usually do.

one of his hand reached your leg and started caressing your clothed thigh, you shivered and quickly glanced down at it as your heart skipped a beat. your attention was caught by the size of his hand, before you slowly looked at his face. satoru’s eyes were glued to the tv, causing you to turn towards it a bit too quickly.

were you misreading the whole situation or … ?

“satoru,” you gathered some courage to call him. “what is it?” his voice sounded deeper and you gulped louder than expected, causing a smirk to appear on his face. “what—” you gasped as his hand tightened its grip on your thigh before moving closer to your center. “hmm?” satoru finally turned to look at you, your heart pounding rapidly into your chest as he casually cupped your sex. you unconsciously clenched your thighs, trapping it between your legs.

“i’m sorry, this movie is becoming more and more boring,” he spoke casually, looking unbothered by the whole situation. he acted like he wasn’t touching your body at all.

your cheeks grew warmer, you tried to find the right words and ignore how it all was affecting your poor body. it was wrong, he was your father’s best friend and he was older than you. it was very wrong… right?

the way his hand was grinding on you caught your attention and you snapped out of it, grabbing his wrist to stop him. “we-we can’t do this… it’s wrong,” you murmured, pushing it away. “is it though? your body is telling me something else,” he chuckled and finally met your face. his gaze felt much more intimidating now, as he hungrily stared down at you.

you felt slick gathering in your underwear and you shifted uncomfortably on the couch, causing a low laugh to escape satoru’s lips. “now now, why lying?” he suddenly pulled you closer, sitting you on his lap. you could feel his erection right against your lower back, which caused your whole face to grow warmer.

“satoru, wait–” you tried to say something else before his hands pushed your legs apart, then his hands reached your chest and he grabbed your breasts, groping you experimentally. you bit back a moan, squirming under his touch. “sensitive, hm?” he went to pinch your nipples, playing with your boobs as he liked.

a sparkle of excitement filled your guts, even though a part of you knew it wasn’t right, some other was trying to convince you to give in and let him touch you. he was an experienced man for sure, different from other college students. a part of you was also craving some well deserved release. you tilted your head back, closing your eyes. you jumped as his hands slapped your thighs, making you shiver and moan softly.

“i wanna hear every sound coming from your little mouth, you got that little slut?” satoru spoke right into your ear as one of his hands slipped under your shirt while the other sneaked into your leggings, starting to caress your clothed clit. his hands were cold compared to your actual body temperature, and that caused another shiver to run down your body.

“this is wrong,” you whispered, more for yourself. he smirked and rubbed your clit faster, his hand finding a way to slip under your bra and finally touch your hardened nipple. your will to fight the moans caused by the pleasure provided by his skilled hands left your body and you finally gave in.

you moaned as satoru pushed two fingers into your wet channel, taking advantage of how much wet you were already. his long fingers were able to reach spots you couldn’t, which made your stomach turn as whimpers escaped your parted lips. “you’re this wet for your father’s friend, hm? and those sounds, that some real slutty behaviour,” satoru’s tone was completely different from before, he kept speaking — degrading, you while his fingers worked inside your cunt, thrusting deeply and hitting the perfect spot to make your toes curl and cause your back to arch, unconsciously pushing your chest into his hand. “what are you, some college whore now?” his lips kissed right under your ear, biting your neck softly before licking your shivering skin.

“n-no,” you tried to argue back, your hand grabbed his wrist desperately as you grew close to your climax. “no? then why are you this wet? you enjoy getting manhandled and fucked, huh?” satoru’s movements never faltered. “the way you’re clenching on my fingers tells me you like being degraded too.”

you were too embarrassed to reply to any of his accusations, but also too focused on the incoming orgasm. you tried to clench your thighs together as your pussy spasmed around his fingers, gushing hard as you finally came while crying his name.

you sobbed when his thumb massaged your pulsing clit, making you jolt in his lap and almost hitting his chin with your head. he chuckled at your reaction, deciding to play with you for a couple of seconds more before finally leaving your poor pussy alone.

as his hands finally resurfaced from inside your clothes, you clearly saw him licking his fingers clean, groaning softly at the taste. he seemed satisfied even though you were the only one who had the privilege to have an orgasm that night.

“well, little star,” satoru moved your body off of him and placed you back in your previous position, you were still a bit dizzy from what just happened. “time to go,” he got up and stretched, before turning to look at you. “you should change yourself, hm?” he glanced at your ruined leggings before cupping your cheek with his large palm, caressing your warm skin. “i’m proud of my little slut,” he murmured before tracing your lips with his thumb, smirking at you. “goodnight,” he then patted your head and walked towards the main door, opening and closing it in a swift motion. he left as if nothing happened, he didn’t asked if you enjoyed it or not — your cunt sure did. your head was filled with too many thoughts at once. it was alright, it was wrong, it felt good, he knows how to treat a woman, he’s an asshole, it was so hot.

then one single thought filled your mind, causing you to fall back against the cushion of the couch. you found yourself staring at some random point in front of you.

satoru gojo, one of your father’s best friends, made you cum with his fingers… and it felt a bit too good.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. @naomi-nana @euphiroo @eynnwwyjth @titantears @plast3c @katsuslover

[als-basement]

I'll share one of my unpopular opinions so we're equal:

I can't like funnybunny, abstragedy or royalteeth(yes some of the most popular ships)

funnybunny is more confusing to me because I can't imagine what their dynamic is like. For royalteeth ig I just don't get old man yaoi...

(sorry abstragedy shippers I'm gonna dunk so hard on your ship don't take this personally😭🙏)

But abstragedy for me feels like a ''half-baked'' ship with no real substance (not the art). It literally came from a background dialouge that most ppl missed, normally its not really a problem since I'm mostly alright with ships that had absolutely no build-up and interactions. I usually save the judgement until I see the fan stuff but it didn't really help. Since all the other popular characters are taken by ships like bunnydoll, showtime, etc. , so everyone just kinda hastily shove these two together and went: '''yup there we go, that's good enough :D''. Felt forced and neglects some type of actual reasoning behind it than just shipping for the sake of it.

P.S. yes ik shipping is just a fun and harmless indulgence it just makes my smooth brain agitated for some reason. This is coming from a ribbun shipper btw

so take this with a grain of salt, I’m just a lil’ hater

*Update* (after ep4): well crap

i guess ill jump into a ditch now

Yall ever see something that you personally CANT STAND even though its harmless like a ship or theory or something but the world makes you see it anyway?

Just me?

Okay Ill leave.

[froggibus]

do u write for brig? i’m yearning rlly hard lately and i just wanna dance with her in the kitchen at like 2 am while we’re making some late night snacks, if u would be willing to write something like that ^-^ i hope you feel better!!

Midnight Snack - Brigitte

Pairing: Brigitte x gn! reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 670

Summary: after rescuing you from a marshmallow crisis, your girlfriend parades you around the kitchen while singing

CW: established relationship, reader is shorter than Brig (but Brig is like 6’0 lol), you wear Brig’s shirt, Brig carries you, lots of cute goofy fluff

yes I do write for Brig!! she’s only ever been in hcs as of now but this post changes that!! also thank you ^^ I am feeling much better after having a day to rest. thanks so much for the request lovely, hope you’re having a great day ! pls someone remind me to give this a proper banner in the morning

Brigitte looks up at you from her sandwich, a stray strand of brown hair casting a shadow across her face in the refrigerator light. She grants you a soft smile, smearing Nutella across the bread without even looking. 

“Baby, could you grab the marshmallow fluff from the cabinet, please?” 

You scrunch your nose. “Marshmallow fluff does not belong on a sandwich,” you say while you shuffle towards the cupboard. “It’s a good thing I love you.” 

You swing open the pantry door and squint your eyes into the dim light, scanning the shelves for the white jar. You spot it—on the highest shelf, of course. It taunts you from its place above your head, leaning just out of reach from your rising finger tips. 

Pushing up on your tip toes, you stretch as tall as you can, stretching your arm until it hurts. The t-shirt you borrowed from your girlfriend rises up over your thighs, threatening to reveal the seams of your underwear. 

“Babe? Everything alright in there?”

Your fingers grasp the jar just as Brigitte makes her way to the pantry. You go to cheer in triumph, forgetting you’re still on your toes, and lose your balance. Your weight shifts and you tumble backwards, grasping the jar of Jet-Puffed for dear life. 

You let out a squeak when Brig catches you, her strong arms enveloping you and tugging you tight to her chest. 

“Careful, careful!” She chastises, helping you get steady on your feet. She grabs your shoulders and spins you to face her. “Are you hurt?” 

“I’m fine,” you laugh. “Just freaked me out a bit.”

That’s not good enough for your girlfriend, though. She squints at you, running her hands up and down your arms while examining the rest of you with her eyes. Her tongue juts out in concentration in that cute way it always does. 

When she’s finally satisfied, she pulls away with a curt nod. “I think you’ll live.” She glances down to your hand, “how’s the marshmallow fluff?” 

You’d almost forgotten what it is you were going to get, the jar suddenly featherlight in your hand. You twist it around, examining it the way she’d just examined you. 

“I think it’ll live.”

She laughs and your heart takes flight, golden light pouring through your body and soothing you from the inside out. You step closer to her, standing cautiously on your toes once more to plant a chaste kiss to her lips. 

She smiles into it, the familiarity of her warmth sending butterflies to your tummy. Her hands trail down your arms, one of them wrapping around your palm and the other gripping the marshmallow jar. 

The callouses on her hand tickles your skin, making you clench your fingers around hers. “Babe,” you say quietly. 

She hums in response, her soft tone taking off in a song as she drags you closer to her. You have no time to react before she’s shuffling across the floor, humming louder as she pulls you along with her. 

You giggle at her antics. “Brig!” 

That only prompts her to open her mouth and start singing, and though she’s off key and giggling the words, it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard. 

“Cause I don’t want the world to see me, cause I don’t think that they’d understand,” she sings, and her laughter is so contagious that you can’t help but sing along. 

The two of you continue to dance around the kitchen, stumbling your way through the dim light that the half moon offers through the window. You sing along with her, grateful to be alive for such a beautiful moment. 

Brig keeps singing until she’s gotten to the very last word of the song, offering you a big, goofy grin when she finally stops. She leans down once more and plants a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

You open your mouth to speak but pause when horror dawns across her face. “What’s wrong?”

“My sandwich is gonna be dry now,” she frowns. 

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[nightcolorz]

hey bro love your posts never stop entertaining us pls

random ass question whats your favorite minor character from tvc?

Thank u ❤️❤️ 😁😁

this is a touch question lol bcus I have so many favorite minor characters, I’m a tvc minor character fanatic. I can’t choose one so I’m just gonna list of all my fav minor characters lmao.

I love Khayman hes so real. He reminds me of a socially anxious large dog who just really wants to make friends but he keeps scaring them off 😭. That part in queen of the damned where he reacts to the popularity of vampires in pop culture like a kid seeing themselves represented in tv for the first time was so funny omh i was living. Vampire from ancient Egypt buys Dracula cosplay bcus he wants ppl to like him was a genius idea thanks Anne rice. Khayman just, his whole personality reminds me of a character who’d be in what we do in the shadows he’s so inspired. Omg remember when he was so excited to go to lestats concert and meet other vampires and then he’s inside for two seconds, instantly gets overstimulated, and then sits outside for the rest of the time 😭 Khayman might be me guys.

I also love Fareed and Seth 😭😭. I love that Anne rice casually wrote an ancient Egyptian vampire and a modern day Anglo Indian vampire falling in gay love with each other and funding an unhinged vampire mad science hospital, and the Egyptian vampire is AKASHA’S SON 😭😭. the reveal that Akasha has a living vampire son who has been quietly living under the radar for the entire book series just practicing science and pursuing his passion for healthcare alongside his long term partner had me clapping and cheering I stg. They also have sm personality 😭 especially Fareed he’s so iconic. This bitch tricked lestat into giving him his sperm for cloning experiments and he served cunt while doing it. I love that they raised Lestat’s clone son as their gay dads, just so much there. Fareed and Seth u will always be famous

BENJI MAHMOUD!!! I love him sm. I’m also a big fan of sybelle but Benji occupies my mind a concerning amount. Like what kind of character?? There is sm going on with him. First of all he’s Bedouin and Palestinian and then he’s human trafficked to America by an insane man who wants him to be the house slave and take care of his disabled sister second of all he’s twelve and he’s a canon genius and he chain smokes to cope with his insane life third of all he is turned into a vampire by Marius and grows up into an immortal child who’s unfazed by being twelve for ever bcus hes such a chad it doesn’t affect him and he becomes a rich and famous business owner who wears fedoras and runs a vampire podcast and he single handedly kickstarts the plot of Prince lestat and causes the vampire government to happen bcus hes such a good activist he convinces all the characters to be better. Anyways wtf. Also I love sybelle she’s such a darling ❤️ Benji and sybelle and Armand’s little family is everything to me.

DENIS??? Wtf even was that. On a similar note Antoine. I love them both bcus they r incredibly interesting and rlly sad and they reveal so much evil about my fav characters anddd they both happened to be unforgivably butchered by the amc show ❤️

andddd last and also least haha kidding, Benedict ❤️. I feel so bad for him 😭but he’s also so real. Ben was the guy who Magnus manipulated and pretended to be friends with and then he chained him up and forced him to turn him into a vampire 😰. I love the concept where he was the first and only vampire to ever be “raped” by his fledgling, and I feel bad that all the other vampires treat him like shit for it 😭. He’s just a little guy. He’s such a pillow princess also. I can’t count all the times in Prince lestat where Bens described as lounging gracefully on the bed or whatever. Forever twink and hashtag loving it. What a dude

[lacesoflove]

I just want to add that I definitely feel aged out of not only the fandom but also the content. idk but before it felt like the appeal was watching these two adult men play games/hang out and their friendship really shined through- it felt really comforting like you were hanging out with friends at a sleepover or something. now I feel like they censor themselves a lot to cater to a younger audience, and their humor seems more immature/brain rot rather than witty. like the hawk tuah jokes STILL and the nettspend bit just are so long and unfunny at this point. I feel like if tiktok actually shut down they would run out of references so fast and have not a lot of jokes left...but they didnt use to be that way their old videos were quite funny. but they are growing a lot now so whatever they are doing is working.

also the slushy noobz fans are really annoying and remind me of kpop fans. I think its because all of their content is honestly quite innocent- similar to kpop stuff. its just them playing games, doing mukbangs, going out to do mundane things, etc. they also make sure to not talk badly about women or make crude jokes that would give their teenage girl audience the ick. it doesnt help that hamzah is really ambiguous about who he would date or his dating life so it allows fans to self insert and feel like they really have a chance (also hes not stupid and definitely does this on purpose lol cus he knows he has teenage girls as a fanbase that you don’t want to lose the interest of). the way they baby these grown ass men remind me of kpop stans as well.

anyway yeah I stopped watching a few months ago and claire/chase are so unfunny it actually hurts. you are right about everything u said too. ignore the bitter fans

i first wanna say to all the people that sent messages saying i’m spamming or doing to much, clearly i’m not because since i made my initial post (and as well as one of my mutuals made a post on their patreon) there’s been a floodgate of slushies sharing their opinions too (lengthy opinions mind you) - clearly i’m not?

also i literally used to spam so much when i was writing for hamzah and asking the community for suggestions and shit but now i’m spamming about criticism, that’s constructive, mind you, my expression of disappointment with my favourite creators being linked to me having recent mental health issues and receiving the general implication that i’m just hysterical is so…?

anyways, the people who are tired of the “discourse” are free to block me, i get it too - but i hope you guys can at least emphasise why some of the community are upset instead of writing it off as “the woke left getting in a tizzy”

but i get the aged out thing, and it’s insane to say that when i’m 18. freshly 18 too mind you. i so get you when you say if they lost access to tik tok their jokes would ran out - i feel like their old humour could stand on their own, and yes, of course, a big part of their humour was brainrot stuff too but it felt less like they were trying to drag out the latest brainrot joke of the week (pls im so tired of the nettspend shit, they must let it rest abeg) but rather just felt like two friends who were making really funny, as well as insightful, jokes. i feel like a lot of their old humour was beyond the scope of just being tik tok references but it just felt more like they were quoting pop culture in general.

and yes they’re def giving kpop boy group 😭 like the minute they revealed they had a team behind them (side note, i thought that little appreciation montage they did for their team was rlly sweet) a lot of stuff makes sense. like esp with hamzah’s like singleness, regardless of whether or not he actually is, it definitely is a ploy to get teenage girls to self insert as their fans (ngl a smart move tbh) 😭

[noproofread]

Hate To Love You

"Like a villain, I couldn't be" "I hate everything about you, why do I love you"

I DID IT. I FINISHED IT. It's my first Kidd fic so pls😔 Mild spoilers for post timeskip one piece.

Eustass "Captain" Kidd x gn!reader

angst, comfort, established couple, Kidd Pirate reader, Kidd is impulsive and reckless, reader is worried and frustrated. communication is hard for the couple lol, it's cute lowkey.

tag list: @vangowithit @fanaticsnail @dakingsu-blog

masterlist here

word count: 1,023

The ocean waves crashed hard against the wooden ship, water pouring onto the deck. Cool droplets of the salty water splashed onto your face. A light blow of wind hummed in the air, the ocean breeze felt nice against your skin. Your crew scrambled behind you in a panic, you knew you had to take shelter soon. A storm was brewing. You saw the sky darken from a dark blue to a charcoal gray with every crashing wave. The air was scented with petrichor, you loved the smell. You glanced behind you, watching half of your crew take shelter while the other half scrambled to keep the boat afloat. It was getting bad but you were procrastinating. Avoiding going into the room you shared with him. You had been arguing non stop for the past couple of days and you just needed a break. After a couple of minutes, and a kind shove from Killer, you sighed as you made your way inside. The deck wasn’t safe, and you knew if you didn’t go in on your own he would surely drag you in.

The wind howled behind you as you pushed the door shut. Kidd was sitting on the mattress placed in the middle of the room, facing the wall. He didn’t look at you, didn't do so much as acknowledge your presence. You bit your lip anxiously as you wandered in, trying to find a place to rest as quietly as you could. You wanted to hate him. You wanted to blame him. HIs personality, his impulsiveness, the way he never thought twice before risking his life. He never thought of you when he fought, he was too busy being consumed by his anger and his pride. Not to mention his ego. But how could you hate the very things that drew you to him in the first place. You looked over at him, reminding yourself why you were angry. You hated how he picked a fight with an emperor of the sea. He wanted to prove himself and lost an arm in the process. You wanted him to care about himself. About how seeing him get hurt in turn hurted you. You wanted him to think of you. But it seemed like he never cared.

“Are you going to say something or just keep starin’ at me?” Kidd spoke curtly. He met your gaze. A hint of annoyance in his eyes. It hurt you. You felt sick. You could almost swear he hated you. You felt it. His lack of understanding your thoughts had turned into hatred. “Kidd…” You said his name softly. You wanted him to hear you out but every time you tried to explain he would pick a fight. The very thought of arguing in the middle of a storm felt exhausting and you didn't want to push any buttons. You decided to play nice. “What.” “...How’s your wound? Healing okay?” Your voice was gentle in an attempt to disarm him. You inched your way closer to him, his gaze fixated on you. He traced his fingers on the outside of his bandages. “S’fine” Kidd’s voice was a low grumble, almost shaking you off. You reached over and lightly placed your hand on his face. “I just... Please think next time.” You looked at him sadly. Thinking of how lucky he was to get away from Shanks alive. He swatted your hand away “Here we fuckin’ go. Don’t you get tired of berating me? If you hate me that much then fuckin’ leave.” Kidd turned his head away, rolling his eyes as he faced the wall once again.

“I don’t hate you. I can’t hate you. The problem is-” You turned his head around with your own hands, forcing him to look at you. You wanted him to listen to you well this time. “I’m so tired of arguing with you. Why can’t you see what it does to me? Why can’t you see me.” You pleaded with him. Kidd’s eyes softened slightly “I can’t lose you Kidd. You act recklessly and get yourself in life and death situations. I just can’t do this anymore.” You studied his face, his eyebrows furrowed as you watched him try to understand. “What are you talking about? I thought you were pissed at me.” “I was-I am. I���m pissed that you constantly put me in situations where I have to worry about you. I don’t want to wonder if this fight is the fight that kills you. I can’t do it.”

Kidd’s body relaxed. He let out a breath, letting go of the tension he had held in as he started to realize why you had been so mad at him. He watched as tears pooled in your eyes. He chuckled lightly, wiping away your tears with his thumb and caressing your cheek. “You’re so stupid.” Kidd smiled. “This whole time I was wondering why you were so mad at me and it’s because you love me too much.” Kidd spoke, teasing you lightly. “I didn’t know you just couldn’t live without me” He laughed. You punched his chest playfully. “Shut the fuck up. I’m never speaking again.” You pouted. Kidd patted your head lightly, kissing your forehead. “Dramatic much?” He paused. “You know, you could have at least a little faith in me. I’m not some weak loser, you’ve seen the bounty.” Kidd bragged, making you laugh a bit. “Now stop whining, I’m still your captain and you have to do what I say.” You sat up, pulling away from him. “Fuck you.” You said, smiling as you flipped him off.

He threw a pillow at your head. “I’m sure you want to. But we have no time for that right now.” He got up suddenly, looking back at you. A bright blush washed up on your cheeks at his crude joke. “I have to go out there and make sure this ship doesn’t sink. You stay here, it’s too fucked out there.” He winked at you. “And when I come back we can do that thing you said.” He laughed, proud at his callback at his own joke.

[taeraeszn]

can i request zb1 as love languages? thank you so much!

ps i LoVE your writing.. thank you for making my day

zb1 as love languages

hi luv! thank you for requesting <3 tbh i thought this request was very cute when i first saw it and now that i have time to write it, i'm so excited!!!

also thank you for your kind words!! it makes me so happy to know that people love my writings!

warnings: food mentioned but no more from what i saw but pls lmk if there is any!

btw these are all just my thoughts PLS don't attack me if we don't have the same thoughts. these are just what i pulled out from my brain so i apologize if it's similar to what other writers have posted on here.

kim jiwoong - gifts

idk about you guys but i think jiwoong is DEF the guy who'll gift you so many things when you two are dating

like your just heading to a cafe and he's outside waiting with a bouquet in his hands

most of them you don't even ask for, he just offers you them but you can't decline them either since he'll ignore you and hand you them anyways

i also think that for very special occasions like anniversaries and such he'll think carefully of what to give to you then make it the biggest reveal ever

^like maybe a ring or necklace!!

like bro is going all out for you

with every gift he gives, their for a reason, and that's what makes you love him so much <3

yeah i just love jiwoong so much guys <3

rest of the members under the cut!

zhang hao - acts of service

NOBODY CAN DISAGREE WITH ME ON THIS

hao definitely loves giving acts of services that may seem small to others but are actually so thoughtful and considerate

say there's a day where you come home from a long day and the house is literally spotless bc hao offered to clean it, thinking you were mostly likely tired

and this could also be like him helping you with something so you're not struggling alone!!

he's just your little helper and you love it!!

not just that but he'll always talk to you when your feeling down and listen to whatever you have to say and try to make the situatio better

in general, having hao in your life helps everything become so much easier with his presence

and you're always thankful for everything he does <3

sung hanbin - words of affirmation

fun fact this one was the first one i thought of when i saw this request lol

LIKE IT JUST SUITS HIM

and seeing how he originally wanted to be a therapist really shows this

you can just tell he cares about what others have to say and he listens to them with full attention

and same goes for you!! i think everyday he'll remind you of how amazing you are and how much he loves you just because

sometimes he'll even send a text or two reminding you that he loves you deeply

and whenever you come home, he'll remind you that you did well and worked your hardest!!

idk im squealing writing this, ALSO HAPPY EARLY BDAY HANBIN!!!! <3

seok matthew - physical touch

i was pondering between this option and gifts but idk after seeing how affectionate matt is with some of the members i chose this one!

i think matthew just loves hugging you or holding your hand

like in public he will REFUSE to let go of your hand bc he doesn't want to lose you in the crowd

as well, i think matthew would also give you sweet kisses on the forehead and lips, reminding you once again of how much he loves you

idk maybe i'm thinking ahead on this because this is my love language lol

and whenever you two are sitting together he'll just casually rest his hand on your thigh to ensure that he's right there

and though he claims that he wants to be woohyun oppa, he's still your cute little matthew through his physical affection

in the end he's clingy and you love it!!

kim taerae - quality time

i chose this since a lot of the trainees on bp said that taerae would bring his guitar with him and just chill with the trainees

i think he'd also do the same with you!!

like his stay that was supposed to be only twenty minutes ends up becoming 2 hours since he keeps singing songs for you and just wanting to be by your side

and out of the blue he'll just message you and say that he wants to be with you

or he'll just sit on facetime with you for hours on end while studying and not say much, only because he wants you to be with him

you are his favourite person to be with and he will always show that through his quality of time

especially seeing how in the taerae he went to each member's room to see how their doing, idk man that just did things to me

best boy kim taerae

shen ricky - words of affirmation

i was torn between this and acts of service tbh but i think woa suits ricky so well

like hanbin, he'd always remind you of how much you mean to him as a partner and never make you second guess his feelings for you

he's quite literally the perfect boyfriend ever!!

as well, he'll also encourage you to do what you think is right whenever your talking with him and give you great advice for situations

not only that but i believe that ricky would remember small things you mentioned in the past and bring it up again to remind you of how much he actually listens to you

and at night he'd casually slide in a text or voice chat that tells you that he loves you forever and always <3

idk mane ricky is just literal perfection!!

kim gyuvin - physical touch

anyone who says no is lying to themselves

gyuvin LOVES affection especially seeing how he literally adores yujin by touching his face 24/7 and being close with his other members!!

and as your boyfriend, gyuvin would quite literally do the same to you

just always touching your face to kiss you gently

his arms always wrapped around you to keep you near him at all times along with a few sweet hugs

^also he never lets go of your hands

even when your sitting down he'll casually intertwine your fingers together

but you love it sm since it reminds you that gyuvin adores you dearly <3

park gunwook - acts of service

idk about you guys but this just makes total sense to me

as a class president in school, gunwook probably has lots of experience helping others

for you he'd always want to offer a helping hand

you text him that your bored at home and one second later he's at your door with food

or when your sick he takes time off of studying to take care of you despite you telling him that he doesn't have to

even small things such as you saying your thirsty leads to him running to the vending machine to grab you a drink

he goes out of his way to pretty much do everything for you

you always thank him for his help but he plays it off as what every partner should do <3

han yujin - gifts

originally i was thinking another one but after seeing him gift ricky those figurines with the box and matthew with the protein bars, i had to choose this

he genuinely thought out those gifts well which makes me :"")

for you, he'd consider everything he gives you carefully, thinking of what you've been wanting and telling him about

and for each birthday of yours, your always surprised at how thought out each gift is

and the times when you express wanting an item, he goes out to buy it for you right away, packing it nicely for you

i also think his gifts would have a cute note on it!!

he always prioritizes you and rejects your offers to buy him something

i know yujin is still very young so i think this suits him very well