#saw this meme on tiktok and wanted to give it a try

[sixeyesonathiel]

finally birthing male manipulator satoru with girl failure reader wwww

gojo satoru was used to getting what he wanted.

and he wanted you.

not in some deep, profound way—god, no. not at first. it started as a game. a challenge. a passing amusement that piqued his interest one random thursday morning when you stammered out an apology after bumping into his desk, cheeks flushed, eyes wide. he watched you trip over your own words, clutch your pen like a lifeline, and tuck your legs up onto the chair like you could shrink out of existence if you tried hard enough.

prime target. textbook girlfailure behavior. he could spot it from a mile away.

this was supposed to be easy.

he’d start small. nothing too intense. just a little white knight routine—softboy edition. give you just enough attention to get you spinning. love-bomb in casual doses. trauma-dump-lite over late-night fries. maybe let his voice go quiet and vulnerable one evening and say, “you remind me of someone i cared about.” glance away, bite his lip, look just the right amount of broken. play the victim just enough to make you feel like you had to fix him.

he’d make you think he saw you. that he understood you.

except you, with your messy hair and oversized hoodie sleeves pulled over twitchy fingers, dodged every single one of his perfectly curated attempts like your avoidant attachment style was running military-grade defense protocols.

“you okay, sweetheart?” he asked one afternoon, leaning a little too close to your desk, silver hair slightly tousled, reading glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, his voice low and silky. lips curved into a smile that’d made stronger girls fold. “you looked a little sad today. i worry about you sometimes.”

you blinked up at him, lashes fluttering like you couldn’t believe he was talking to you. your throat worked around a half-swallowed gulp. then your face shifted. shutters slammed down. you forced a grin, lopsided and sharp around the edges.

“yeah, i’m just like this. it’s seasonal depression, but, y’know… year-round. i’m fine.”

you said it so matter-of-factly. like he was asking about the weather.

satoru froze, his hand briefly twitching near his glasses as he pushed them up slowly, searching for meaning in a world that had suddenly gone sideways.

what the actual hell.

okay. maybe you needed more.

he started sitting next to you in class. always coincidentally. elbows brushing, knees knocking. his thigh warm where it grazed yours. he sent you memes at 1:37 a.m. with captions like “us fr?” and “ur literally me,” despite you barely replying to half of them. he offered his jacket when the AC kicked on and watched the way you hesitated, blushed, and then said, “i run on spite, not warmth.”

and then, the pièce de résistance:

“i just feel like… you’re different,” he said one evening outside the library. the campus was quiet, sky the kind of inky navy that made everything feel more cinematic. he stood with hands stuffed into his hoodie pocket, a calculated slouch, glasses slightly askew, hair falling across his forehead. his voice dipped low, coaxing. “everyone else is so fake. but you? you’re real. you’ve got this… broken, beautiful thing going on.”

you tilted your head. stared. then squinted at him like he was a suspiciously priced antique. “did you get that line off tiktok?”

he flinched.

bro.

he ran a hand through his hair. a slow, dramatic drag of fingers. girls walking by giggled. he didn’t look up. he was malfunctioning.

he was trying. actually trying. not just running a script. not just playing games. he was pulling every page from the softboy manipulator playbook and rewriting it with style. the gaslight-gatekeep-girlboss starter pack, optimized for 2025.

and still. you met his carefully calculated charm with self-deprecating jokes, sarcasm, and the kind of deadpan delivery that made him question if he was losing it.

“you should save that line for someone without warranty issues,” you said, staring at him with a crooked little smile. “i come pre-broken.”

he left that encounter walking in slow motion, hoodie sleeves dragged over his hands, mouth set in a pout. if a sad indie movie montage started playing around him, he wouldn’t have questioned it.

here’s the thing, though: you liked him.

it was obvious.

he saw it in the way your gaze flickered to his mouth when he talked. the way your fingers curled tight around your notebook when he leaned in too close. the way your breath hitched just slightly when he used your name in a sentence. you were down bad.

but you were also your own worst enemy.

years of romantic misfires and silent yearning had turned you into a master of avoidance. you would rather make a joke about your emotional damage than let someone touch your heart. rather ghost your feelings than face them.

and it was frying his entire nervous system.

one night, 2:14 a.m., satoru lay on his bed staring at your latest post: a blurry picture of your cat with the caption “me.” it had two likes.

he stared at it longer than any man should. took a screenshot. set it as his lock screen for five minutes. unironically laughed.

then groaned and stuffed his face into his pillow.

“no,” he muttered. “no. she’s the one who canceled our group study session with ‘sorry i’m busy disappointing my ancestors.’”

and yet.

he kept thinking about the way your voice dropped to a whisper when you didn’t think anyone was listening. the way you fiddled with your sleeves when you were nervous. how you always sat at the edge of a group like you weren’t sure you belonged there.

you never clung to him. never fed into his savior complex. never let him be the one who "fixed" you.

and for some reason, that made him want to try harder.

not because it was a game anymore. because… well. because you were infuriating. weird. unpredictable. not like the others. god, maybe you were even kind of funny.

whatever. it wasn’t that deep.

gojo satoru: male manipulator dodged by the one girl who wanted him back… just enough to sabotage it.

and now he’s the one thinking way too hard about someone who won’t even sit next to him two days in a row.

he doesn’t like you.

he just… finds you interesting.

that’s all.

shut up.

[orellazalonia]

Catnapped

Summary: A mercenary tries to kidnap “the weird cat that’s always with the Avengers.” They succeed. Ten minutes later, you're back in human form, sitting on their escape van holding a taser with an exasperated Bucky arriving at the scene. (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Word Count: 800+

Main Masterlist | Original Fic

It was supposed to be a low-stakes surveillance mission.

You’d volunteered to go in cat form since it was easy to sneak past cameras, no need for disguises, and plus you got to nap in sunny windowsills while pretending to spy. Win-win.

Bucky had explicitly told you: “Stay within two blocks. If you get caught, don’t be a smartass. Just shift and call me.”

Naturally, you ignored the second part.

Because when a low-rank merc saw you napping behind a weapons stash near the docks, they scooped you up with a triumphant laugh like they’d just bagged a diamond.

“Well well well,” He cooed, holding you up by your scruff. “Aren’t you the weird little furball that’s always following Barnes around?”

You squinted at him. Then casually went limp like a floppy stuffed animal.

“Aw, no fight? You’re comin’ with me.”

He stuffed you into a duffel bag with air holes. That part was annoying. It smelled like sweat and beef jerky.

You waited precisely six minutes. Let them get all nice and cocky.

The merc’s van was parked in an alley. There were three of them: your scruffy friend, a bored woman chewing gum in the passenger seat, and a guy in the back watching TikToks on full volume. Truly, the elite.

“Barnes’ll lose his mind when he finds out we got his freaky little shapeshifter cat,” One muttered. “Think it’s got powers?” “It drooled on my boot.” “…so no.”

You rolled your eyes, managed to unzip the top of the duffel bag enough, then shifted.

And emerged: human, pissed, and holding a taser.

“Hi,” You said sweetly.

The driver shrieked as you zapped him square in the thigh. The woman reached for her gun but you launched the taser at her head. TikTok guy screamed and dove out the back of the van.

When Bucky finally arrived (having sprinted three blocks after you triggered your location beacon), he found you sitting on the hood of the van, sipping one of the merc’s energy drinks, completely calm.

The three would-be kidnappers were zip-tied and groaning.

Bucky skidded to a stop, blinking. “You good?”

You nodded. “They tried to catnap me.”

He paused. “Catnap. Really?”

“…Had to.”

He sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Why didn’t you just shift and call me?”

“I wanted to see how it played out.”

He looked at the van. Then back at you. “You could’ve easily gotten away.”

“I needed a dramatic entrance,” You shrugged. “Very effective.”

He just shook his head and muttered, “I swear to God, one day I’m gonna leash you.”

You smirked. “You say that like I wouldn’t love the attention.”

He walked off muttering expletives while you followed behind, smug and victorious, sipping your stolen drink like the chaos goblin you were.

Back at the Avengers compound, things got out of hand immediately.

You only meant to tell Steve. Just a quick, offhand “Hey, I got kidnapped in cat form today, tased a guy. All good now.” Casual stuff.

Steve blinked. “You what.”

Five minutes later, a full team meeting had been called.

You sat on the conference table, lazily batting at a paperclip while Bucky stood in the corner, arms crossed, visibly trying not to explode.

“…So just to confirm,” Tony said, barely holding back laughter, “You voluntarily let yourself be captured, didn’t call for backup, and waited in a gym bag until you could do a dramatic transformation and taser reveal?”

You nodded. “Pretty much.”

“Iconic,” said Sam, already typing something on his phone. “Absolutely saving this.”

Wanda floated a bag of chips over to you with a grin. “Next time, give me a heads-up. I want popcorn for the sequel.”

Bucky groaned. “Can we not turn this into a thing?”

“Too late,” Sam replied, dropping his phone onto the table.

On the screen? A meme of you photoshopped onto a “Missing Cat” poster, with Bucky’s face underneath and the caption: “If found, do NOT return. She bites.”

You snorted. “Okay, that’s good.”

Tony added fuel to the fire. “FRIDAY, note to install mini GPS on the shapeshifter’s collar.”

“I’m not wearing a collar,” You said firmly.

“Too bad,” Bucky muttered. “You’re gonna end up on a milk carton one of these days.”

“Is that still a thing?”

Steve tried to be serious, bless him. “You do need to be more careful. That could’ve gone really badly.”

You tilted your head innocently. “But it didn’t.”

Bucky, pinching the bridge of his nose: “That is not a defense strategy!”

And then, just to spite him, you shifted into cat form mid-sentence, leapt into his lap, and started purring obnoxiously.

He stiffened. “Don’t.”

You meowed sweetly and curled up like a loaf.

“You’re making this worse.”

Wanda took a picture. “She’s making it better.”

-

Later that night, Bucky found you asleep in your cat form at the foot of his bed. Still smug. Still slightly damp from your shower earlier.

He sighed, pulled a blanket over you, and muttered, “Absolute menace.”

Then paused.

“…My menace.”

You twitched your tail in victory.

[inumakis-boo]

May I have some dating Toge Inumaki headcanons? Both sfw and NSFW... If you're comfortable.

TOGE INUMAKI ♫₊˚.🎧 ✧💬

headcanons 𓍢ִ˖ hello and thank you for the requests! i am current rediting all of my posts, so if this looks a little different than when you first saw it, thats the reason why!

anyways, i hope all of you enjoy! and if course, NSFW will be tagged and is written for a female perspective.

safe for work headcanons

- would probably not notice each other the first time you meet, maybe an interested glance but it doesn't really hit until the second or third time that he really sees you

- probably asks for your number just so yall can talk better, and once you do, its an instant connection. he literally wouldnt be able to stop, staying up all night to text you

- texts you out of the blue, and although probably feels embarrassed to double text, he is just that interested in you

- would totally deliever a bag of goodies he bought at the store for you, and additionally maybe offer to make you a lunch to try before he makes it for everyone else

- you comment on one of his t-shirts he wears and he puts it in one of the goodie bags he buys you, doused in his cologne because he wants you to think of him

- would totally send annoying memes and tiktoks and bully you over text, also play 8-ball COMPETITIVELY cause he aint gonna lose to you (he doesnt even pity lose to you)

- shows up unannounced just to kiss you in the door frame of your dorm room as a goodnight and then leaves you there

- that is until you invite him over to your dorm at night and he brings post-it notes and teaches you his semi-bilingual language for easier understanding, and utterly loves you for it

- the talking stage would be him just pining over you cosntantly, writing it all down in journals or in his notes app

- after yall started dating, it is very much a no public affection mostly because he doesnt want anybody to be in your business. especially with his noisy ass friends

- but no matter what, he is going to hold your hand, especially when going on dates and walking around campus at night (would definitely talk u into sneaking out)

- he would be hesistant to kiss you even after yall became offical, probably go a few weeks before you just say it straight that you want him to kiss you and you dont even get it all out before hea pinning you to a door and giving you the best kiss of your life

- would absolutely use his speech on you so you cannot resist it when he tickles you or when you are beating him in a game

- he is not the sappiest guy, but if you start to get sappy over a movie or a sad book, he will rub your back and give you head-kisses to help you feel better

below is not safe for work content. mdni.

not safe for work headcanons

- you find out very quickly into the relationship that he cannot resist a challenge of any kind. therefore, using that to your advantage always works out

- challenging him through text to sneak out of his dorm will work, but ofc he wants a prize at the end (you are on your knees for the next hour)

- the benefit of his speech is that you don't feel any fatigue whatsoever during its use, so that makes it really easy to make your body endure while you deep-throat him over and over.

- it doesn't diminish the pleasure though; being told to stay still while he fondles your chest takes away nothing from the experience, and he knows how much you like having no choice.

- not that even if it was tiring, you wouldn't let him throat-fuck you, the noises he makes are heavenly for someone who can't speak straight, the struggle of watching him grip the bedframe and biting his lips so he doesn't utterly ruin you is SO worth a bruised throat.

- he might be nervous to use his speech on you the first time, but after you make sure that you can handle it, its becomes so much more confident in using it

- he loves making out with you, he loves making your lips red with all the biting, he wants to see them glossy and wet right before he puts his fingers in your mouth (you know where they are going next)

- sexting is so fun, yall thought it might be cringy, but its literally the best when he calls you with a command and he gets to listen to you whimper and moan as he jerks off to it, can be totally unexpected

- "Ride me."

- hand on your thigh when nobody can see, and his pinky is awfully close to your panties that it makes you nervous.

- ofc he can easily make you cum, but will he always let you? not without a cute little 'please' hes not. begging is fun, isnt it?

- lets be honest, the dick game is so good he don't even have to tell you to go to sleep after

- ofc he would definitely lay it down on you exactly how he described through text, and then clean you with special wipes he bought from the store because he aint a dickhead, duh.

I have so many more, especially for different situations, so lmk if you want more! Thank u for all the support as of recently!

bye pookies!

[mytheoristavenue]

MHA - How they comfort you - I

Dedicated to my dear friend @marsoverthestars.

Summary: Your peers notice you've hit a rough patch lately and want to help.

Warnings: Pure fluff, comfort, mentions of depression, mentions of unhealthy habits.

It was no secret: you were going through it. Life was ju8st currently putting you through the wringer and you were beginning to feel like a damp, laundered rag. Due to having a quirk heavily affected by your emotions, every soul around you could feel your upset, as if your depressive mood chipped the very paint off the walls. Luckily for you, they know just the trick to help you out of your funk!

Yuga Aoyama:

"Out of bed, mon amie." Yuga chirped, letting himself into your room, throwing the curtains open. You hissed at the sudden flood of light.

"Aoyama, shut the curtains!" you protested, pulling your comforter over your head and rolling over.

"Not today, cheri," He persisted, tearing your covers from you.

"You've been locked away in this dungeon for far too long, my dear, and I'm afraid you're beginning to smell." He smirked, pulling you out of bed by your wrist, forcefully but with care.

"Gee, thanks..." you grumbled, rubbing your eyes, nonchalantly sniffing your underarm before wincing. "Fuck, I do smell."

"Langauge, amie," He reminded, sifting through your dresser. "But yes, you do, and worse than that, you're loosing your sparkle and that simply won't do." He stood straight, a bundle of clothes in his arms, smiling warmly. "For this time only, I will grant you access to my luxury bath salts, so make sure and enjoy them while you can."

He shooed you out of your own room, shoving your clothes into your arms. "No off with you, towels warm and the bathwater is boiling. Go take care of yourself, darling."

Mina Ashido:

Mina hadn't seen any sign of you in days, worrying her to bits. She knew you tended to seclude yourself when you were down, and she did try to respect that. She'd comb through TikTok, bombarding your inbox with memes, edits of your favorite characters, and 'us' slideshows, but when you would simply heart them (if you responded at all), she couldn't take it anymore.

"(Y/N), are you in there?" She asked cautiously from the hall, knocking softly. "Can I come in, please? I miss you!"

You trudge to the door, wrapped in melancholy and a stale blanket. "What is it, Mina?" To your surprise, she threw her arms around you, tearing up as she saw your disheveled state.

"Whatever it is, I'm sorry!" she lamented, squeezing you tightly. "Whatever is bothering you, we can talk about it, please don't shut yourself away from me!" You'd never seen her so upset outside of battle. She was typically so bubbly, was she that concerned. "Everyone's so worried about you..."

"M-Me...?"" you repeat, not having realized how important you were to others.

"Please, if you won't come out, at least let me in..." she begged, pulling back with an earnest look, onyx scaleras glistening with worry. To her relief and yous, you relented, letting her inside.

Tsuyu Asui:

Tsu had noticed you withdrawing from your peers long before you actually had. First, you wouldn't talk as much in class, then you began eating lunch alone and declining invites out, and then, one day, you disappeared entirely.

She wasn't entirely sure how to go about comforting you, but it was obvious to her you were having a hard time. At first, she just left you alone, thinking you might have needed space, but then she began to wonder if there was something more she could do. Then it came to her, she was a big sister, she was so good at giving comfort to others. She'd just do for you what she'd do her her siblings.

"You you like a hug, ribbit?" the question caught you off guard as you stood in the kitchen, drink in hand, one of the rare occasions you left your room.

"What?"

"I've noticed you've been having a hard time, would you like a hug, ribbit?" She asked, offering you her arms. "I know being part frog, I'm a little awkward to hug, but when my little siblings were upset, I'd-" You didn't care how her slouched back back it odd for you to do it, you wrapped your arms around her, tears streamiong down your face.

"Yes, a hug would be wonderful, Tsu..." you answered with a sniffle. "Thank you." She happily enveloped you in a warm embrace, stroking her thumbs over your shoulders.

"Happy to help, ribbit," she beamed, resting her head on your shoulder. "I'm happy to give you as many hugs as you like, anytime you like..."

Tenya Iida:

Tenya was smart, obviously, but he was still a novice when it came to relationships with his peers and handling interactions. That's why when you began skipping class, he, as class president took it upon himself to hand deliver your homework, along with a stern talking to about attendance. That earned him a door slamming in his face, to nobody's suprise.

Now he knows better. Though it goes against his morals, he cuts you slack, visiting you every day briefly. Papers slide under your door in stacks. Neatly written notes, mock tests, and graded homework, all with nothing less than A's. You haven't done your homework in a week. Among the pages, one day, a letter appears, reading:

"I understand I am still learning how to be a friend, and you are teaching me new ways to be a better one. I appreciate that. I also understand I can't take your woes off your plate, so, even though I find it wrong, I will take on what of your burdens I can. I hope we can talk soon, but until then, take all the time away from school that you need. You will have perfect grades to come back to."

Ochako Uraraka:

'Good morning!' 'Goodnight!' 'How do you feel today?' It seemed like your phone never stopped dinging from how many times a day she texted you. Not only that but she'd check in on you in person multiple times a day as well, especially if you didn't answer any of her texts. She'd bring you breakfast in the mornings and dinner in the evening, catch you up on current events.

Eventually, you wound up letting her stay longer each time, texting her back longer replies. Before you knew it, you were texting/talking for hours. She'd send you a meme and you'd send one back. She'd tell you who liked who in the toher classes and you actually began to care.

You didn't even notice when the worries of your depressive episode began to fade into the background, the excitement of waking up to a good morning text lighting up your day each and every time.

Mashirao Ojiro:

It wasn't clear how it came to this, but here you were, cradled in Mashiroa's lap, tail curled around you securely. "Shhh, it's okay, let it out." he murmured, chin resting atop your head, thumbs stoking your skin with such care as he rocked you back and forth, letting you cry and vent your frustrations.

He hadn't needed to ask, he didn't beg you to talk. He simply knocked on your door and engulfed you in a warm, wordless embrace, the moment you opened it, holding you against him until you stopped resisting. You were rewarded for your surrender with his fingers gently raking through your hair. And then, you ended up like this.

"It's all gonna be okay, I promise." He swore, pressing a kiss to your temple as he felt your breathing calm. You'd cried yourself to sleep in his arms. He was just glad to see your pain fading away, even if momentarily.

Denki Kaminari:

"Why'd you stop answering your phone?" Denki asked, leaning into your doorway. "I've been worried sick."

"It died," you said dismissively. In truth, you doom-scrolled the battery to death.

"Charge it, maybe?" he deadpanned, cocking a brow at you.

"Lost my brick." you answered numbly, moving to shut the door, simply wanting to crawl back into bed, only to have his foot come between it and the frame.

"Bullshit," he called, pushing his way into your room, kicking out of his shoes and crawling into your bed without care in the world. "C'mon," he patted the space beside you, rolling his eyes at your befuddled expression. He swiped your chord off the nightstand, popping it in his mouth. "Bring me your phone." he said, words muffled by the charged between his teeth.

Your shoulders slumped as you came closer, handing it over, watching him plug the chord into it before holding the power button and bringing it back to life. Reluctantly, you crawled under the covers with him. "What are you doing?" you asked as he opened the Youtube app.

"You look like you could use a laugh," he smirked fingers tapping across the keyboard. The search bar read 'kids getting hurt'.

Eijiro Kirishima:

Eijiro sat on the outside of your door, rapping softly against it near the bottom. "Talk to me, please?" He asked, defeated. "I wanna help..." He had been at this for hours, listening to you cry on the other side of the locked door. He finally sighed, shifting into a more comfortable position. "We don't have to talk, if you don't wanna, we could just chill..."

Ten minutes pass and still, your only response to his coaxing are sobs not even meant for him. "I'm not exactly cuddly, but I could give you a hug?" he offered, knowing it was futile. "We could watch a movie, just lay in bed." he swallowed hard, rolling his stiff neck. "Just let me know you're okay..."

Still, he got no answer and part of him began to wonder if he was doing more harm than good. "Want me to just go...?"

"...No..." your soft voice came from the other side- inches away. When had you moved closer? It didn't matter. His fingers slipped under the crack of the door as a sympathetic smile crept across his face, widening when he felt yours graze them.

"I'm not goin' anywhere," he reassured kindly. "We don't gotta talk, I'll stay out here all night if I have to. Until you're ready for more than company."

Koji Koda:

Koji had no idea how to help soothe your pain as shy as he was. He could hardly talk to you in person, what could he possibly do? Well, he did have your social media, and he knew your favorite animal...

At exact times, staggered throughout the day, your phone would buzz, always with a message from him saying something like: 'I hope you're doing okay today!" with an attachment of a cute video or picture of your favorite animal. Sometimes they'd come with a little factoid about the animal.

It wasn't much, but he put a good deal of effort into this ritual, always making sure the messages, facts, and media were never the same. Little did he know, his efforts weren't in vain, they meant everything to you.

Rikido Sato:

Rikido had many flaws, but if there was one thing he was an expert at, it was keeping an index of everyone's tastes, and baking. That's why when he noticed you beginning to pull away from your friends, he was quick to jump into action. He wasn't one for confrontation, but acts of service were how he showed he cared.

He knew you favored a certain flavor, and he challenged himself to see how far he could take that knowledge. What all could he do with the extract of one flavor?

You were taken back when you began finding treats waiting for you outside your room every day. Poundcake on Monday, cupcakes on Tuesday, tarts on Wednesday, and so on and so forth. After a week or so, he was beginning to sweat, having scoured the internet and every book on his shelf for new recipes.

On the eighth day, while setting a beautifully wrapped box of cookies at your door, he jumped out of his skin, looking up to find your feet in front of him. "Sato..." you muttered, smiling sadly down at him as he bashfully stood, hulking over you.

"S-Sorry to bug you, just uh..." he explained sheepishly, lifting the package off the floor and handing it over directly. "I-I made you some cookies and..."

"Thank you..." you smiled, holding them to your chest. "You're so sweet." He was delighted to see such a genuine look of joy in your tired eyes. He felt like he'd found you after a long search.

"There you are..." he smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Missed you..."

I hope these help lift yall's spirits! There will be more, I promise!

[spicyhotteokkay]

So… I had an idea of if or who on ATEEZ would be into “BookTok” girls…. Here are my reasons why

blame my shower thoughts on this and please don't take any of this to heart. my warning is, if you don't know what booktok girlies are- go look that up first. and whereas i'm not one (freak in the sheets still tho cause have you seen their hip thru- AHEM), i know a lot of girls who are so i'll try my best to be accurate on the books i reference

PS/disclaimer: if someone has done anything similar to this, i promise i did not intend to copy if i did

Kim Hongjoong

now this bitch is hard for me to tell, only because seeing how he interacts with people

hes very very careful (like that old makeup video they all did- he asked to touch her)

and where I think if he was dating someone he might not be as cautious, I imagine he still would be somewhere along the lines of "are you sure?" "dont have me do this if your not 100% sure you want it"

BUT WE ALL KNOW WE WANT IT CAUSE HES HOT MAD cue squidward meme

now to get into it mwahahah-

#1 reason he would get into this (for all the fantasy smut lovers out there)

coming up with the whole pirate and dystopian concept for ATEEZ

you CANNOT tell me, if you showed him the right book (never after series, im calling your ass out) and with enough begging he wouldn't at least be intrigued

plus when he's in a mood like the moment when he couldn't find the camera on stage

or bossing and scolding mingi or wooyoung AND just knowing in the beginning he had the members come to his room?

your telling me this man would hesitate with the right person and not do this shit

granted i think he would be someone to want to try a few times before fully getting into it

but i think with the way his creative mind works and he a scorpio and I know those bitches are SPICYYY

(hes good at all positions you know)

I think he would be good with a booktok girly at least on like a 50/50 basis

not an all the time thing cause he's too sweet for that

Park Seonghwa

this one......

I fear him the same as wooyoung but for a different reason, lemme explain

he looks himself up

and AND

he fucking likes the sword shit (and lightsabers) from wonderland too much

don't lie to me and say he wouldn't be into this shit once he started it

he's an ENFJ and an ARIES....

FUCK

he knows he has the presence (same as Yunho) and he wanted to be an actor

if you showed him shit like "priest" from sierra simone or ANYTHING similar and beg

oh baby....

you're screwed but also tell me how it goes

now I do thing he's another one that he would be weary about doing it first

mommy!Hwa lovers are right to think he would be careful but in a very dominating sense

don't get me started on the aftercare- him and San are just BABIES

but Seonghwa i think would definitely but the type to talk boundaries first

maybe even read the book himself to really know

but if he saw how much you want it

he's in and gurl.... run

Jeong Yunho

THIS BITCH IMA SWITCH IT UP

HE CATCHES YOUR ASS FIRST

imagine reading one day, he's either doing a schedule or your on the couch and he's playing games (nerd)

but you wouldn't think this sweet little golden retriever boy wouldn't spy on you so when he goes to the bathroom and gets a snack, only to be behind you while reading a scene like "whatcha readin' there tiny?"

WELL GUESS WHAT HE WOULD

he is not innocent, his smirk, his stage presence, THAT STANK FACE, it all gives him away

he fucking knows it too that us hotteoks are obsessed with his hands don't lie to me

plus that one video in the FEVER era where he climbs from the back of the couch and touches Seonghwas face has me convinced (many of his little flirty moments actually)

he would be that boyfriend that would do those tiktoks where he pins you or some shit, and would do it flawlessly (actor Yunho fans where you at)

all because he knows you'd squeal or turn into a puddle

but I just know, if he finds out your into that cause i feel like anyone that dates Yunho would most likely be on the shyer side since Yunho is very soft and easy going, but VERY subtly (and not so subtle, dont come after me) dominant

he would definitely find you out first before you ever tell him

and when he does know - i feel like all of them too- he wouldn't do it every time, but he would definitely surprise you some nights

Kang Yeosang

sarah j. maas I found your ideal buff fae king

this one was a hard one to think about cause on the whole doberman vs maltese debate

he's such a sweetheart and takes care of the members in such a quiet way, but he's just REEKING that shy/nervous energy (which is not a bad thing)

so i think Yeosang is definitely one of those you would end up like "want me to read it to you?" and you do

poor boy will be redder than his hair in the end of the europe tour

save him

granted if he did want to try, whether it be of his own volition or bringing it up enough

hes another one that would either talk about it, or have to try a few times to get used to it and the hangs of things

now to the other half of him

(ahem doberman)

i totally think along with a lot of people that if and when Yeosang is a dom- he's a hidden sadist or freak

so when he is into....

bye bye i'll come to your funeral

fea smut or fantasy smut fits him too well purely because as we all know

Yeosang is the living statue and pretty

Choi San

fae king pt 2

need i say more on that?

i mean, he's so prince like not to mention i feel like he's practically royalty if you were ever in namhae

ADDING TO THAT NOT TO MENTION, HES BODY SO TEA FUCK THE TEA I NEED COFFEE

strong strong boy oh my GAWD

but underneath all that he is still a sweetheart

save him pt 2

he would be like Yunho in the sense of he would find you out first

say you left a book out and went to go do something

curiosity killed the cat... literally

he would fucking melt finding out his princess reads this WITH a straight face

now when you talk it out, like telling him why you like it and all

this stamina based little freak would be subtly into it as well

especially if he catches you squirming while having to come clean and tell him about the book you had

he so dominant and not putting up with the bullshit with Wooyoung, I feel he would be the same way with you

but in a much safer/gentler manner

"princess, what did I tell you about keeping things from me? you know what happens now"

bye bye

give him some mafia type novel or something as well like "there are no saints"

your gone, done, FINITO

go sign your will now, he's too into pleasing you to want to stop from seeing how you melt and squirm under him

Song Mingi

save him pt 3

don't get me wrong, he has the confidence and charisma to definitely be the inspiration for a character in one of these books

but actually seeing you read and like this stuff would shock him so badly he would get a fever

the danger in Mingi trying is like the interview or video with Epik High like Hongjoong says- he gets into the gimmick

as well as this poor baby, would be so nervous about doing it that you would have to hype him up

(gentle giant on steroids if you must)

and as your working him up, encouraging everything as he does so

plus the added fact of he would visibly see this shit was 100% making you feel good and turn into a puddle

your in for it now, the baby chick Mingi is gone and we've been introduced to wolf Mingi

he'd get one hell of a dangerous confidence boost especially if you showed him a certain book and said you saw him as the main character/love interest

here's another one of go sign your will, but also like Yunho

he would end up able to do this flawlessly all because he KNOWS

your turning into a puddle before he's finished

Jung Wooyoung

lemme raise you one reason he would match with this shit way too perfectly by this

this mother fucker wanted a motorcycle if it wasn't for the fact his mom wouldn't like it

and if you've seen the videos of bikers being goofy and reacting to the books on booktok

you know what i mean

plus the fact of he's way too freaky and okay with it that he would be a mix of you having to tell him about it

only to have him tell you he already knew and was waiting for your ass to say it first

the shithead

save him nah, save YOU

all the warnings cause this man ain't letting your ass out of this conversation without trying it at least THRICE

he doesn't care what plotline, genre, trope whatever

he'll do anything like the confident little shit he is that he just want you flustered

he knows his strengths, and depending on how long or how well he knows you?

your either fucked or royally screwed into the ground

his stage presence, how he is off stage, knowing how we all are a little too obsessed with his arms

like how Yunho knows we love his hands

he would be way to into the fact if, like Mingi, he ever heard you say you pictured him instead

Choi Jongho

Jongho I feel is simultaneously the hardest to imagine

but the easiest as well

sign your will pt 3

Jongho would definitely be someone you'd have to tell first what you want

but being the straight faced and cold expressions he has most of the time

not that he is that type cause he smiles are ADORABLE

he would probably say no and leave it at that for the most part

granted he would be gentle about it like "let's not talk about this yet, okay sweetheart?"

and being that it's Jongho and he's not the most physically affection don't come for me, i'm not done yet

you would probably leave it alone given you don't wanna push boundaries or upset him

only for one special day and out of nowhere to come along

most likely an anniversary or if you were really stressed for work or school

and Jongho is not only at the ready for your favorite book he's seen you read over and over

or the one scene you showed him at first and asked about

this little hidden freak #2 waited till you were out of the house and busy to read up on it

cause he refuses to be seen planning or known to do something nice for someone he cares about until after it's done

and when he does it your in a world of hurt or pleasure

the last of the actor line in ATEEZ, he would know just what to do and how to execute it perfectly

bonus for his ego when he sees just how much you enjoy it

And thats all I got, again none of this is real or should be taken to heart. This is just my loose guesses on their personalities and how they are either on stage or in videos

my small taglist cause i have little to no mutuals I HOPE YOU ENJOY THOUGH @jensthwa @yuyubeans @yuyusuyu @hotteokkay @bethelighthalazia @annoyingcloudd @kitten4sannie

[wallofchynax]

FLUFFY SHAWN MICHAELS X READER HEADCANONS (SFW) (both 90s and Modern Day)

AUTHOR NOTE: requested! But I know you asked for either or but I'm giving BOTH because you know how much i would die for Shawn Michaels

Fluffy 90s Boyfriend!Shawn Headcanons

Shawn absolutely loves to tease you and fluster you. Even if you are in a match or your doing something serious, he'll wink at you or blow you kisses. He THRIVES on making you blush.

Shawn spontaneously show up in a leather jacket and his favourite sunglasses at midnight, whisking you away for milkshakes and fries at a classic 24-hour diner, his hair blowing ridiculously in the wind.

Shawn pretends he doesn’t need affection right after the match but backstage after a tough match, all he wants is to lie with you on a cramped couch, burying his face into your neck.

Shawn melts when you play with or style his hair. If he wants someone to pleat his hair, you're the first to volunteer to style his hair and he loves it. The feeling of your fingers carding through his hair, touching his hair. Every now and then, he'll even let you wash his hair but that's like, a rare event.

Shawn believes that if he has the money, then you, his precious darling, should never have to spend a dime. It doesn’t matter if you argue, he will find a way to foot the bill. Special occasions? Sure. But every day is an opportunity for him to surprise you. Random flowers, jewellery, or a vintage jacket he saw and thought you'd like. “What, I can’t spoil my girl?”

The one time you do manage to sneakily pay for dinner, he looks at you like you just shot him. “You wound me, babe.” But secretly, he loves that you want to take care of him, too.

Shawn is not a lowkey kind of boyfriend. He wants EVERYONE to know you are both dating. If you are walking with him, his arm is firmly wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close every chance he gets. Everyone in the locker room is so tired of you two. You’ll be leaning against the wall, and suddenly Shawn is there, caging you in with that cocky smirk, tilting your chin up for a slow kiss. He'll show off his strength by tossing you over his shoulder and spin you around.

Fluffy Older!Shawn x 20s!Reader Headcanons

Affectionately, you enjoy roasting him for being old. Grandpa, old man are the most used nicknames when you are trying to wind him up. Every time Shawn slightly struggles with anything, a stubborn jar, tying his boots, or even getting off the couch after sitting for too long, you hit him with the most condescending concern. If he so much as leans down too fast or lifts something heavy, you gasp like he’s about to snap in half. “Babe, your back! Think of your knees!”.

Watching him try to figure out literally anything on his phone is your favourite pastime. “Want me to set the font bigger, Grandpa?” He pretends to be annoyed, but the truth is, he always ends up asking you for help anyway.

In regards to an age gap, Shawn is hesitant. It's not that he doesn't like you, it's just because he's worried that it's going to make people talk about you. He’d sit you down for a serious talk, making sure you really understood what being with someone his age meant. But once he sees that you’re in this because you want him, he relaxes.

Shawn adores you but sometimes overthinks the cultural gap. If you reference a meme, a TikTok trend, or an artist that debuted after the 2000s, expect a blank stare.

Shawn loves introducing you to classic music, old wrestling stories, and things that actually make him feel cool. He'll get you to watch some of his old matches from his prime.

Major challenge is your energy vs his maturity. He is calmer now and would rather have a quiet night with you which involves home cooked food but you have energy that he doesn't have anymore. You guys compromise with each other. You'll have date nights out in town AND in the comfort of you own home.

No matter how independent you are, Shawn refuses to let you pay for things. Yes, even in his old age he is still likes to take care of the person he loves which is you!!! Whether it’s groceries, a fancy dinner, or even your morning coffee, he will find a way to cover the bill before you can even blink.

You think you’ve got it this time? Oh, that’s cute. Shawn already handed the waiter his card ten minutes ago. You don’t even realize until the server comes back with the receipt. When you glare at him, he just grins, sipping his drink like nothing happened.

But he's not doing it for show anymore. He just wants to make sure you have everything you could ever want. It makes him happy seeing you so happy and if reliving you of money dress is a way to happiness then so be it!

[transfemme-shelterdog]

Not to keep bothering you lol, but I saw this post from a trans woman I follow.

I don't want to complain / trivialize what all these transwomen are saying, bc I do understand what they're saying/ agree with them on some of this stuff.

But some of the stuff they're saying makes me go 🤨 Especially the use of 'TME' in a previous reblog gives me pause.

The post was about things that have been taken from the transfemme community by transmascs/ gay men.

Specifically the concept of the dysphoria hoodie & t4t. Everybody has articles of clothing they were when they're having bad days; I had my own "dysphoria hoodie" when I was 14-15, WAY before I realized I was trans (my family still jokes about it, bc they don't understand why I wore it so much). T4t too, the concept isn't new. Every marginalized community wants to date within themselves due to shared experiences. Maybe the term started as transfemme4transfemme, but it hasn't lost that meaning? Transbians still use that term. It just expanded the meaning & depends on what community.

I agree with her about computer science, anime, "femboy" culture. I know within the queer community tgirls get shit for it, but outside the community I think its just considered weird no matter who does it. I know 'egg' was started by tgirls, idk what transmascs would call ourselves but I'm happy to come up with a new name for us. Blahaj I saw on tiktok used by other transmascs, I didn't know were coined by tgirls. I will give credit to tgirls for blahaj.

You're not bothering me, don't worry.

Implying that femboys are just trans women is a problematic take. Lots of cis femboys out there, OnlyAfro, the Dark Souls streamer who invented the biggest meme in the community is a cis femboy, as is Sneaky, a League of Legends pro player for C9

Blahaj was always a trans thing, not just transfemme

Saying that only transfems use dysphoria hoodies is a wild ass take considering it's a huge thing for a lot of transmascs, as baggy hoodies cover up the chest, giving a more square look. I'd argue it's more a transmasc thing than transfem

Egg is again, neutral

Anime sure, the amount of trans women with anime pfps is sizable, I'll give them that. But trying to claim ownership over anime is a wild take considering how many trans guys have "goals" that are men

T4T was always neutral, it was never exclusively transfem, I'm tired of this myth

Also, even if all of this was stolen by trans guys and never was neutral, who gives a shit? We need to be allies, not at each others throat over which tropes belong to who. It's stupid, and needs to stop.

Also, no trans guy is calling you a groomer for using the term egg, what the fuck girl? The closest you get is people shouting "EGG! EGG! YOU'RE ACTUALLY A TRANS WOMAN" when a man is even remotely gender non confirming, and I agree. It's weird to claim that someone is actually trans because they don't fit the idea of a man 100%. You're just redoing gender rigidity all over again worstie.

[hawkins-batman]

Seeing those accounts that did that call out thread for those Byler accounts in the same breathe literally repost Caleb Mclaughin and Sadie Sink’s met gala pictures like you do realize those people literally are still good friends with Noah💀 and what’s funny is that they were so quick to attack Millie for still being friends with him💀

The cognitive dissonance and selectivism in this fandom is honestly exhausting. And it's not even with just stanning a cast member that is literally Noah's friend while trying to blacklist people who defend him or are his fans. That's obviously hypocritical at best and performative at worst (definitely both most of the time).

It's also just how they choose to interact with the series and certain ships. For example, I saw a tweet yesterday that read "If you support Noah Schnapp, unfollow and block me!" This person had a behind-the-scenes picture of Noah as their profile pic and a picture of Noah as Will as their banner. This is shockingly common—not just on Twitter, but on tumblr, as well.

Then there are the people who openly promote the show—which is what you're doing when you post pictures, memes, write fan fiction, repost fan art, make and share fan edits, share trailer dates, etc. Because it's not just your moots that engage with your conent.

How many shows/movies have you watched because you got interested in them due to coming across fan content, discussions, or theories? I can name a few on my end.

So, if you believe, as some of these people do, that Stranger Things is full of genocide-supporters and their friends, then why are you openly promoting the show? Why do you have the person you've "canceled" as your pfp? Why is all of your content revolved around that? How can you (in good conscience) attack people for being a fan of Noah and supporting him, when your actions are also directly supporting him by giving Netflix your views and funneling others to watch the show, as well?

This is why I use the term "performative." A lot of people in this fandom want to pay lip service to get social media cred., when if they were honest about their convictions, they would drop the show and stop posturing and making excuses for themselves.

And what's particularly crazy is that many of them are aware of this. I've seen a number of posts over the past month of people either on here, TikTok, or Twitter talking about "preparing" themselves for when outsiders to the fandom attack the fandom as a whole for watching the show and promoting it.

So, they know that's not just "Noah fans'" perception of their hypocrisy. It's held by quite a lot of people. I expect we'll see more lip service in the future, and more call out threads and such. It makes them look like they're doing something when they're not.

My advice? Ignore them. Block them, mute them, continue to enjoy being Noah's fan, and engage with fan content the way you normally would with mutuals who are not going to stick their nose up at you. At the end of the day, mass silencing and ignoring most of these people is one of the best ways to hasten their irrelevance.

/rant

[isnotwhatyourethinking]

One For The Ages

Cassian x Fem!Reader AU

Cassian Appreciation Week 2024

Day Six: Birthday

Summary: Cassian's been feeling a bit down since you both took a break due to some silly miscommunication, so his friends, Feyre, Mor, and Azriel, persuade him to go out for drinks, his birthday being the perfect excuse for the outing. As the night unfolds at Rita's, Cassian walks into an unplanned birthday surprise, and a song that helps bridge the gap between you two.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: happy @cassianappreciationweek! this one-shot is for all the cheesy hearts, for the readers that want nothing but young, unfiltered, unapologetic, flirty, coma-inducing love between them and our favorite Illyrian baby <3 

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, language if you squint, reader is a bit of a brat, a dash of angst, and nothing but feet-kicking, giggle-inducing fluff fluff fluff

All ACOTAR rights to the genius of Sarah J Maas✨

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Mor and Feyre had been relentless, trying to drag Cassian out of his funk ever since the breakup. 

It had been a couple of weeks since you and Cassian had decided to take a break over some stupid miscommunication. He had tried to explain himself countless times, but you, as stubborn and proud as you were, hadn’t given him the chance. Two days ago he'd spoken to Rhys, hoping to get some advice on the situation, and Rhys had told him to give you some time and space to think things through, and he had, even though he still missed you terribly. 

He’d spent the day between meetings checking his phone for a message from you, a notification, a TikTok meme—any sign that you still cared—but nothing came. He wished he spent the day with you, though he knew his friends might have something planned, and he certainly appreciated the distraction. As it just so happened that today, on his birthday, the girls finally had the perfect excuse to take him out for drinks. 

Azriel walked into their shared apartment, arms loaded with bottles of aged tequila, chips and salsa. He found Cassian wrapping up a virtual coaching session, clearly planning to stay home after a quick shower. 

"Don't be a boring baby, Cass. It's your birthday. Get out and enjoy it," Az chided, setting the supplies on the kitchen counter.

Cassian arched an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. "Even you want to go out and celebrate? Who are you, and what have you done with my roommate?"

Az smirked, pouring two shots of tequila. "Just trying to get you out of your cave for once.”

Then he hooked an arm around Cassian's neck, pulling him into a playful headlock. With his free hand, he formed a fist and rubbed his knuckles into Cassian's hair, mussing it. Cassian grumbled, but a small smile crept onto his face as Azriel's quiet laugh filled the room. 

“Cheers to your birthday, man." 

They clinked glasses just as the buzzer rang. Azriel pressed the intercommunicator and two loud voices greeted him with a singsong.

"Go, Cassian! It's your birthday! We gon' party like it's your birthday!”

"Aaand that’ll be Mor and Feyre," Az said, buzzing them in. "Now go shower and get ready. You’re not weaseling out of this."

Cassian sighed and made his way to his room, still brooding a little over tonight's outing, but grateful for his friends, the group he had come to call family.

Moments later, two noisy girls burst into the apartment, each carrying a small bag containing a gift, already dressed and ready to hit Rita's. Mor and Feyre walked in with playful smiles that quickly faded when they saw the look on Azriel's face as he greeted them. 

"Hello, ladies. It looks like the party just arrived.” He leaned in to hug Mor first, then Feyre, while he said in a hushed tone:

"He's getting ready, still not in the mood, though."

Mor leaned in, whispering, "Any word from Y/N?" Feyre glanced hopefully at Az, who shook his head.

Both sighed in disappointment while dropping both gift bags on the kitchen counter, their hopes for a reconciliation dampened. 

You, Feyre and Morrigan were inseparable ever since you and Cassian had become best friends, even More so when you started dating. Whether it was planning girls’ nights out, painting each other’s nails, or curling up to watch scary movies, your time together was always filled with laughter and closeness; you formed a trio that was not just friends, but a cherished sisterhood that had not been the same since the breakup. The girls had been there for you through and through, even to call you out on your bullshit when you told them you were not sure if you were ready to forgive him. 

“Girl, it wasn’t that bad. You gotta let it go,” Mor had said in a teasing tone while rolling her eyes at you. And you knew it wasn't, you knew you were acting like a brat; they still loved you and didn't judge you, nonetheless.

From his room, Cassian's voice boomed, "You know I can hear you scheming, right?"

The girls giggled, and Mor called out, "Hurry up, Cassian! Amren and Rhys are meeting us at Rita's, and they should be there by now."

Cassian emerged, wearing a leather jacket, worn jeans, black boots, and a Van Halen t-shirt that wrapped tightly every single perfectly crafted muscle on him. He joined the group in the living room for pregame drinks. 

"Don’t think I didn’t miss you got my favorite tequila," he remarked to Az, offering him a wide grin.

Az winked at him. "Yeah, apparently that's what it takes to get you to leave this apartment."

They all laughed, clinking their glasses and taking shots. After a few minutes of catching up, and a few more shots, they left in almost a hurry to their Uber, closing the door behind them as the home phone rang, unanswered. The voicemail clicked on, a robotic voice echoing through the apartment:

"Please leave your message after the tone. BEEP."

"Hey, Cass. I know it's been a while. I’m sorry, I, uh, texted earlier but wasn't sure if you got my message. Anyway, are you coming to Rita's tonight?” Your nervous tone rang loudly over the background noise of drinks and chatter, “I was hoping to, uh… wish you a happy birthday. Plus, it's buy-one-get-one-free happy hour and karaoke night…! Shit, I'm ranting. Sorr—" 

“Your mailbox is full.” 

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Rita's was busting. The whole place was loud with pounding bass and bursts of laughter, as more and more people made their way to a corner of the bar, some still wearing work attire, but most likely all waiting for their turn to submit their karaoke song requests. You sat next to Emerie at the bar, leaning against the sticky surface as you awaited the shots you had ordered, and your song to come up. You constantly turned your face back to check the door, hoping he’d come tonight.

Emerie was tired of your antics.

“You’re making me nervous.”

You sighed. “Sorry I’m being a wreck tonight… should I call again, though?”

Emerie blanked her eyes at you with astonishment. “Y/N, be for real. You already texted and left a voicemail. We don’t want to sound desperate, do we? Besides, I think I saw Amren a minute ago. They’re all most likely coming.”

A pang of hope hit your chest. 

You’d been busy with work, this week going so fast you hadn’t had the time or energy to reevaluate Mor and Feyre’s advice, and more so to acknowledge you had indeed made a mistake and should have given Cassian the chance to explain himself. And you hated fighting with your best friend, much less on his birthday, as you had already planned over a month ago a couple’s retreat in Big Bear for this weekend—just the two of you in a quaint cabin secluded by the lake, phones on do-not-disturb, a schedule of all of his favorite outdoor activities, and some of the indoor activities that you both enjoyed, too. 

You hoped that if he came, he would at least hear your sorry-ass apology for being a proud snot, even if he wasn't interested in the birthday present, and you would finally give him the opportunity to talk, as you should have done in the first place.

You sighed once again with the turmoil of regrets in your head, ready to hit another shot of gin, when the DJ announced your name, letting you know it’s your turn and your song is about to come up.

Emerie’s head suddenly snapped back at you with a wide grin and complicit eyes, excitingly tapping the bar as the melody started. You finally finished your shot of gin, trying to gain some confidence. 

As you made your way to the corner of the bar towards the karaoke booth, where the DJ reached out with his arm to give you the microphone, you realized you were actually looking forward to this moment, to release the stress of the work week and the restlessness that sleeping without Cassian cuddling you these past few weeks had left you. 

The screen next to the karaoke booth lit up with the image of pink cotton candy skies, and the lyrics started playing in a fuchsia glitter font:

Ah

Ah

Ah

Ah

Ah

Emerie began clapping with an occasional “YAAASS” that tinged your cheek with embarrassment as you tentatively swayed on the small stage and brought the mic close to your mouth, when a familiar towering shape crossed the bar entrance with an entourage you knew all too well. Feyre came first, rushing into the bar and screeching with excitement while dragging Mor by the hand to meet Emerie, and you definitely did not miss how Mor and Emerie exchanged flirty looks.

All your confidence sank to your stomach when you saw Cassian walking in behind them, mindlessly heading towards the bar with a distracted look. Azriel elbowed him, nodding his chin towards you. Cassian’s eyes lit up, drifting in a flicker to the sundress he loved to see you wearing, and his jaw dropped faintly as you had no other choice but to start singing the song you had been blasting for weeks since the breakup:

Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts

Flashbacks waking me up

I get drunk, but it's not enough

'Cause the morning comes, and you're not my baby

You continued singing with a somewhat shy demeanor, though the grin that grew on Cassian's lips gave you the encouragement you needed to keep going. 

You both loved coming to Rita’s on karaoke nights. It had become an unspoken rule between you two—whenever the work week felt like a little too much, you'd come here to rant about clients, coworkers, or both, in the middle of 2x1 drinks and your poorly sung favorite songs.

Emerie, Feyre, and Mor, were now cheering you with shot glasses in their hands, Mor whistling loudly, while Cassian and Azriel tried to get the bartender's attention from the now impossibly crowded bar to order more drinks for the group. 

You sang with the newfound boldness Cassian’s grin gave you from the bar, never losing sight of you as you savored every single word that had held you up these past few days, your smile barely reaching your eyes as his attention fixed on you.

I look through the windows of this love

Even though we boarded them up

Chandelier's still flickering here

'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not

It's death by a thousand cuts

The words kept pouring out just like the many shots of gin you’d had earlier, and you now regretted having that many as your skin felt too warm, too sweaty, too exposed to the crowd gathering in front of you. You tried to shake off the uneasy feeling that started to creep up on you when you saw Cassian click his tequila shot with Az, hit it while keeping a straight face, and walk towards the karaoke booth to your left.

Oh, Gods. 

He now reached the DJ, whispering something in his ear that made him laugh and reach out for something under his desk. Never mind him, keep singing, you told yourself, trying to ignore the fact that he now held a microphone and was walking onto the stage with a roguish smile that shattered any remnant of pride left in you. He walked towards you and reached for your hand as he began to sing playfully, staring into your eyes:

You said it was a great love

One for the ages

But if the story's over

Why am I still writing pages?

You shook your head in disbelief, covering your face with a knowingly amused expression that implied this was typical Cassian behavior, as now both of you were singing the next few lines in unison, while the now larger crowd cheered, and familiar faces sang along from the front line: Feyre stood in front of Rhys, who hugged her from behind; Mor and Emerie sang loudly, chanting and waving every word with frenzied exaggeration; and Azriel and Amren recorded a video with their cellphones, eyes full of amusement, knowing they’d use the evidence to tease you both in the future.

Cassian never stopped facing you, now solo singing with eyes glinting as he relished the next lines like they’d been written for you only:

My heart, my hips, my body, my love

Trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch

Gave up on me like I was a bad drug

But you didn’t back down, spitting back the lyrics you knew by heart, all this time never paying attention to the prompts on the screen,

My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust

Trying to find a part of me you didn't take up

Gave you too much but it wasn't enough

But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts

The back-and-forth continued until you both finished the song, almost panting and laughing. Your friends, the crowd, the DJ, hell, even Rita, who had been watching from behind the bar, cheered for yet another entertaining karaoke-after-work Friday at the bar, which by this time of the night was always packed with drunk patrons.

Still holding hands as he wouldn’t let go yours, you both left the stage to greet your friends after returning the microphones, and before any of their teasing began, Cassian excused himself to pull you into a quieter hallway by the restrooms, his chest heaving while he placed himself impossibly close to you to address the elephant in the room.

He moved a strand of your hair away from your face with such a delicate touch that you subtly shivered.

“You came.”

"I, uh, wasn't sure if you'd be happy to see me here," you said tentatively, lifting your head as high as you could to meet his gorgeous hazel eyes, wondering if you could go another minute without kissing him, and foolishly telling yourself that it was probably the gin talking, “but I wanted to see you, I wanted to say I’m s—”

"No, wait, Y/N. I'm sorry. About our anniversary." Cass interrupted with eagerness before you could finish, his eyes reflecting nothing but regret, holding yours with a suffocating intensity that almost made your knees buckle.

"I swear, I had plans for us, I wanted us to spend a few days away from everything and everyone like we've always talked about, but I closed my two biggest accounts to date by offering them a free one-on-one, and they could only do it that weekend."

You could see his excitement as he spoke, you'd heard him rant many times in the past about how much these clients meant to him. 

"The Vanserras?" 

"Can you believe it, baby? They booked me for the next couple of years," he nodded with another breathtaking grin, a charming smile that should be the end of you by how it made you reach out for his impossibly toned arms, his broad chest, up until you playfully reached his messy bun.

"I'm—that's fantastic, Cass, I'm so happy for you!" Emotions swirled in your stomach as the gin finally settled in your system, and your eyes stung with tears as soon as you started apologizing profusely for acting so immaturely. He leaned in for an embrace, resting his face on your neck while his nose and stubble tickled softly your ear and cheek.

"Sweetheart, if anything, I should be sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you," he whispered in a rich baritone that made you clench your thighs together.

"Now, let's wipe these tears from that pretty face," he said as he pulled away to grab your chin softly, gingerly kissing your eyes, tiny drops fading away on his lips. 

He glanced back at you with a look you had seen many times at this same place, those two pools of honey projecting the clear intention of appealing to your competitive side, for he knew just how to taunt you and make your whole body flutter with excitement, he knew how to make you feel that you had to be the luckiest girl in the world. 

Oh, you knew what was coming next. And it meant war.

“Are you ready to duo Runnin’ With the Devil, or are you too scared to break your perfect streak? And I won’t take no for an answer because it’s my birthday.”

"You think I'm going to let you win this time just because it's your birthday? Big spoiled baby," you taunted back, tutting in a flirtatious tone that made him pull you in for a kiss. “For your information, I already got you a birthday present.”

“Yeah?” he whispered between kisses, your lips losing themselves in a breathless dance.

“Yeah. We’re going to Big Bear.”

✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧

yes cassian’s a van halen fan it’s headcanon

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[siryouarebeingmocked]

SYABM comic 70 “Donation Aggravation”.

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Some people get really mad about a computer asking them to give pennies.

AP says this meme is false.

Customer donations aren’t income, legally. So they can’t be ducked from the company’s tax bill.

Tax Policy Center says the same thing, and points out that consumers forget to deduct their donations.*

This meme was apparently popularized by, of course, TikTok.

Also, if they get a tax break, so what? 

The point of that is to encourage charity and social benefit. If you care more about the tax break than whether they’re actually helping anyone, I think your priorities are skewed.

And getting a tax break means the company has more money to spend on stuff like...the charity. Or employee raises. Or just staying open.

I know the implication is that they must be insincere, but it doesn’t actually prove anything. It’s just point-scoring.

I recently saw people complaining that Panda Express falsely takes the credit for their charity, which is entirely funded by donations from customers and employees. PE Cares openly and explicitly says so on their website.

PE also covers the admin costs for PEC. All of them.

And as someone pointed out, they could just as easily...not have the charity. In fact, it would be easier.

Heck, during the Hawaii Wildfires, PE donated meals to first responders and displaced people. And, oh yes, they matched donations to the Red Cross.

...It’s a “Cancel” button. 

Those are often different from regular choices, so people don’t click them accidentally. Heck, sometimes they’re made that way so they’re easier to see.

No 5D chess subliminal messages required.

And if you’re so easily influenced that a button color can change your mind, that’s on you.

“Saying your assumptions about us are wrong are gaslighting, even when I have no actual evidence  I am also confident that everyone does this, which justifies my assumption that any given company does this.”

It’s especially irritating because gaslighting is about perception. But assumptions are not actual perceptions, and perceptions are wrong all the time.

I also saw people in the Youtube comments complaining about grocery store food waste, because apparently stores love to waste money, and are not influenced by picky consumers or legal concerns (PDF).

I’ve argued with these types before, and naturally, they defaulted to attacking me instead of my argument. Didn’t even pretend to have any actual evidence. Unlike me. Just doubled down.

And, again, what does this have to do with charity?

Plenty of companies actually, quietly donate everything to charity that they can. But that doesn’t make the news as much. Sometimes because that leads to people trying to take advantage.

Incidentally, during the Texas blackout a few years back, one grocery store tried to donate their food to a charity. Except it was physically impossible for them to get there before the food expired, due to the bad weather.

People saw the store throw out the ruined food (under police guard), and said the store was selfish.

One Youtube comment said the Bible claimed people shouldn’t give openly. Okay, but that’s about self-aggrandizement and egotism, not just asking for donations and trying to set an example for others, out of actual caring.

I think the real motive is a combination of anti-corporate NPC hate, and the desire to attack the requester instead of admitting they just don’t want to donate.

And I gotta wonder what the overlap is with the folks who insist billionaires can “easily” afford to pay taxes that are more than what many people make in their entire lives, because it’s a small amount relative to their total wealth.

* Did see someone once claim that people pay higher taxes for donating. They may have been referring to people not knowing they can deduct donation. Which is, um, not the company’s fault. At all.

Behind the Scenes: This is the first comic drawn in Krita that I’ve animated. In fact, it’s my first Krita animation, ever.

And unfortunately for me, Krita can’t animate Vector layers or groups. I only figured that out after a literal hour looking up tutorials (which didn’t help). And it’s a tad irritating, because I often use vector layers AND groups.

So I had to manually create each frame. Three different elements with three different timings. Had to break out the paper and pencil and plot it out.

Kinda fun, actually.

This is also the first commentary in a long time that I didn’t write before I finished the comic. In fact, I’m doing it completely raw. All I had was the saved image and a link to the Youtube thread in question.

Comic Inspirations:

That one freakout scene in Bocchi the Rock.

The kiosks at my local McDonald’s.

Whatever this is;

[siffrins-therapist]

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Reblog if your name isn't Alfred F Jones.

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WE'LL FIND YOU JONES

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As if he couldn't just lie, if he even is on this hellsite.

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He wouldn't cuz heroes don't lie.

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A hero would lie to protect his secret identity ;)

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THIS IS THE POST! ON MY DASH! I FEEL LIKE I'M SEEING A CELEBRITY!!

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NO NOTES???????????????

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so i got like really hella drunk last night and out of what must have been a mix of desperation and hubris, I sent an email to Mr. Romano, askiNG FOR AN INTERVIEW OVER ZOOM TO ASK QUESTIONS FOR RESEARCH FOR MY HISTORICAL EROTICA WIP AND HE SAID YES???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🍖hannibalservedmemyownballs follow

Doesn't he like never talk to historians and w/e? Holy shit what kind of magical persuasive powers did your drinks give you and can you send me some?

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I wouldn't say *never*. He's given interviews before, he just has a really low tolerance for disrespect compared to his brother. But with his temper I wouldn't be surprised if his gov asked him to not accept as many interviews anymore.

🍖hannibalservedmemyownballs follow

True, true. I still want to borrow some of OP's persuasion magical drinks.

🦪clamoutjamout follow

my mom sent me a bottle of that liquor mr Latvia made and i didnt look at the proof before drinking like half the bottle (mixed with pop).

also... I finally pulled up my big girl panties and read what I wrote to mr. romano...............

... im going to kms.

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Forget persuasion powers, I want whatever healing magic you have that drinking half of MR. LATVIA'S balsam didn't kill you!

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#we're almost there folx! #RIP OP #nation person mention #alcohol mention

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UM. HELLO????

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Yeah, Ch*rchill pushed hard for those two to get together, it's no secret. What about it? It doesn't mean they actually got together turn off your shipping brain.

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Sure and America definitely didn't talk about it in an interview

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😭😭😭😭😭 The link just goes to a 404 page NNNNOOOOOOOO WHYYYYYYY

#usuk ship real is the only conspiracy theory i'll believe

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did anyone else see h/bomber/guy's new video??? PLEASE someone put that man in witness protection or something before K*rkland gets him

🍝spaghetti-breaker follow

wasn't he originally supposed to talk about that one bbc pirate show?

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spaghetti-breaker He was but he ended up going off-track after he found some reddit post that led him down a rabbit hole of research. tl;dr: K*irkland yo-hoe-hoeing isn't just a meme

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I'm more worried about dickland's teaboo white knights getting him tbh

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Lmao looks like he saw it!

#wait a min i gotta search something #THE VIDEO IS ALMOST 3 HOURS WTF #now i gotta watch

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dylan's collab with mr canada was just them trying to out-do each other with all the gay jokes sjflsfjsifhsifjsij someone make one of those 10 hour videos with just the cuts of that please? 🙏🏼

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SOMEONE DID FUCK YEAH!!!

#canada nation person #vintage baker man #someone send me the video i refuse to download tiktok

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If we try hard enough, do you guys think we can convince Mr. Denmark to do a girl month donation goal?

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Tbh I'm surprised he doesn't have a subscription goal like that already

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There's a rumour he's trying to convince Jones and Beilschmidt to do it with him first before he makes the goal official

#pretty sure those two dont need convincing

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[mkgrl11]

social media cleanse and restriction. one of the most important things that helped me start being consistent

this post is aimed for people who feel bad after doomscrolling for hours AND for the people who are emotionally sensitive like me. this is NOT necessary to manifest WHATSOEVER. consider this more of a general wellness tip.

i am speaking almost exclusively from personal experience.

long post, content under the cut

what do you mean by a social media cleanse and restriction? what does it entail?

it's exactly what it says on the tin. cutting down on social media in your daily life

why should we even DO a social media cleanse? i don't wanna miss out!!

there are MANY reasons to do a social media cleanse, but i'll just be talking for the loa/loass perspective (there's literally countless other reasons, you can find a few benefits here).

first of all, you are NOT missing out. there is an infinite amount of unimportant things on there that clog up your mind! and i'm talking about mean people on twitter ragebaiting, somebody on reddit who "trolls" you by actually ruining your day, and tiktok creating a new insecurity out of thin air! doesn't it drive you crazy how riled up you can get over a TWEET??? your beautiful brain doesn't deserve to spend hours in places like that. and you do end up being "in touch" anyway, either by your friends referencing new memes, or by the small amounts of time you spend on your phone (you do NOT have to delete social media entirely)

second of all, i believe that that type of content can actually spoil your fun with manifestations, and i'll give some examples. that weird content can make you:

forget that you were saying your affirmations! maybe you wanted to robotically affirm for 20 minutes, and before you know it, your timer goes off, and you were looking at tweets respoted on instagram, and totally forgot to keep your affirmations at the back of your head

confused. maybe you're on tumblr (ironic i'm posting this online btw, i know) and scrolling on the loass hashtags and you see a post that says "manifestation is a process" followed by a post that says "manifestation is instant, and not a process", followed by someone complaining in someone's asks, followed by... and before you know it, you almost forgot what manifestation was even about

...and the point which is most important,

mess up your attention span. i know, I KNOW, don't boo me! i'm RIGHT! when i was at the peak of my social media usage, i couldn't even sit through visualising for even THREE MINUTES without picking up my phone. i had to give up stuff that made me happy (like visualising) to do stuff that fried my dopamine receptors, and i HATED it

okay, but what's the point of the "restriction"?

the restriction part of the name is just to encourage ACTIVELY taking care of the media you consume. don't hop platforms, spiral even lower, or start a worse habit. keep an eye on that kind of stuff. keep yourself busy.

what about non-social media? like music, film, etc.

i don't think music and film taste is something people can really control. but i will admit, i saw my life improve when i slowed down on listening to angry and depressing music, and snuck in happier or more neutral ones instead.

and it SUCKS to admit it, because i am a HUGE screamo, emo, and alt-rock fan (despite the aesthetic of my blog lmao). i also almost exclusively hate romcoms and fantasize about absurd horror films i watched years ago.

but the good thing is, if you want to introduce more fun music into your playlists (if you feel like the music/film you have been consuming has genuinely been ruining your mood, which i feel like it did for me a little), you can totally do that without having to quit the content you enjoy.

do you have any personal experience with this?

you bet!! i'll try to keep it short bcs i have been rambling for a while, so here it is summed up in bullet points. also this all happened slowly over like two weeks.

what i listened to/watched before:

literal youtube drama slop that i didn't care about

doomscrolling on instagram reels

songs with angry lyrics whose sounds i LOOOVED but felt a little down after listening to it

how i felt before:

bombarded with a bunch of stuff i did not wanna know about (like people's personal dramas online, random jumpscares hidden online, etc)

couldn't focus even on things that made me feel good

like i was searching for something, and never being able to calm that feeling down. for example, i would look up "how to caramelize onions" when i had done that 10 times before bc i felt that my self was so untrustworthy, bc everything i need "MUST be outside of me". or i would scroll on loassblr, bc maybe THIS time i'll find the "key to manifesting"

what i listened to/watched after:

fun youtube videos about nostalgic games and comedy that actually makes me laugh out loud

i got an app which limits my instagram and tiktok while giving me 25 minutes a day in case i need it. i could not delete instagram as a whole bc some of my friends are friends i made overseas and still keep in touch with

still a big emo fan, but i cut out a lot of songs that JUST straight up made me feel depressed and anxious and added more of bands who make relatively happier music, rock from the 70s, and edm.

how i feel now:

i am more in control of my thoughts, especially when alone

i am genuinely surprised when i watch a movie with a friend and they pick up their phone right after the title screen plays

i am more satisfied with myself as a whole, and i can rely on my intuition and senses better

i don't need "background noise" for everything anymore

what tips do you got?

i actually don't recommend that you quit cold turkey, because it might be too difficult and you might just end up saying "ehh whatever, i was never cut out for quitting social media anyway" and start scrolling again. go slow

if you do feel that the music you listen to leaves you a bit too upset, but you also don't wanna do a 180 and listen to songs you lowkey hate instead, i recommend you remove the particularly depressing songs from your playlist (you can always listen to them again when the mood calls for it of course), and add in some more "middle" songs. or try on some new genres!

abt the previous point, if you have a DR where angrier music makes sense (like if you're in a rock band, your DR SP loves going to metal concerts, or anything of the like) you can make almost anything work! use that music as visualisation material. all of a sudden, instead of making you wallow in negative emotions, it's a source of power and imagination!

youtube videos, tumblr, and pinterest matter too! especially if you're over there overconsuming loa content. i use my youtube just for fun videos and subliminals, tumblr just to post (i barely look at other posts), and pinterest to add to vision boards.

if you're like me and can't doomscroll on your laptop, log in to the web versions of instagram and snapchat. that way you can text for an extended amount of time with your friends without getting distracted by the reels and snapchat stories

i really like the app ScreenZen, i think it works better than IOS's screen time protector thing

i recommend you keep your hands busy with something else. one of the main reasons why i started this blog anyway was so i could keep my hands off my phone (i'm typing this on my laptop rn). i also picked up knitting and drawing after years of not doing that

use your feelings as a compass. does it feel good when you look at that content? if not, cut it out. you will learn to trust your feelings more that way too

conclusion?

do a social media cleanse, or don't. i'm not your mom. i'm pretty sure my explanations, experience, and tips have spoken for themselves. if you have any questions or personal experience with this, i would love to read it in a comment. please remember to focus on what makes you feel good. that's the whole point

tl;dr?

get rid of bad social media things, keep the good and important. use your own emotions as a guide as to how you should proceed. be careful and be active. you do not need to quit the music you like. be gentle and honest with yourself. good for manifestation, self-trust, and focus.

[arkhammaid]

THE BLESSING OF VICTORIA.

Charles Leclerc has many regrets. But his biggest regret was retiring due to an injury and his age catching up to him, all without a World Championship to his name, disappointing not just himself but everyone who looked up to him. Now he has received a second chance, and victory will be his.

a story told in snippets, including; mercedes!driver charles, good teammate!lewis, an insight to the craziness of f1 twitter/tumblr, charles ignoring his grief and instead chasing his wdc (and making everyone worry), kinda mary sue!charles but i promise it's worth it if you want to see charles win, time travel.

chapter; ONE, TWO, THREE.

extras; fic memes by @boiohboii

author notes; nothing much to say besides me trying to give him some happines while he goes through... everything. definitely inspired by all the red bull driver!charles content and that one particular tiktok i saw at 3am in the morning and never saved ._.

ARKHAM MAID 2024

[ciaossu-imagines]

izuki shun + 💘 from the misc ask meme. thank u!

Of course, my dear! This one was interesting to think about. While he’s a great character, and I really enjoy him, Shun’s not someone I’ve really sat down and thought about these things for, so that was fun to do. I hope these ring true to his character and that you, and any other fans of his, enjoy them 😊

What do they find attractive about their partner(s)?

Let’s start with the really obvious one here. Any partner of Shun’s really does have to find his puns funny. They don’t necessarily have to share his exact sense of humour. He’s fine even if they don’t. It’s just important to him that his partner find him funny. He doesn’t want them to merely tolerate his puns. He doesn’t want pity laughs. He wants them to genuinely laugh and find his wordplay hilarious. He’s going to be really happy if his partner is a punster as well, and if they tell him one he’s never heard before, he’s definitely going to steal it to use in the future. But even if their sense of humour runs in a different vein, as long as they can make him laugh, he’s happy overall.

Shun really does want a supportive partner. He’s also someone who does gravitate more towards optimistic people. He has things he’s really passionate about and a fair amount of ambition and drive. He wants his partner to be his personal cheerleader, he wants them to help him grow and achieve all his goals. He doesn’t mind them telling him honestly if they feel he might be biting off a little more than he can handle, as long as they don’t just tell him he can’t do something. He wants them to inspire him with optimism instead of dragging him down and he wants someone who will help find ways to make things happen instead of someone who will only list the reasons something won’t work. Of course, he doesn’t just expect one-sided emotional labour on his partner’s part because, for as much support as they give him, he really does try to give it back to them twofold.

Of course, there’s also the obvious in that Shun really does want a partner who loves basketball as much as he does. It’s something he really loves and is very passionate about and he wants his partner to share that love with him. Even if, initially, when they first meet, his partner isn’t completely in love with the sport, even if they don’t know every rule and play and such, as long as they show an interest in it and are excited to learn more about something that makes him so happy, he’s satisfied with that. He’ll have no problem, in that kind of situation, with teaching his partner about the game.

But his partner doesn’t need to only share his interests. In fact, he really prefers that they don’t. Shun likes having partners who have their own passions, their own hobbies, their own ambitions and things they want to achieve. He finds that sexy, honestly. Just as he wants his partner to at least be interested in learning about his own passions, he wants to learn his partner’s. Part of the fun in having a romantic partner, in getting that involved in someone else’s life, is getting challenged and continually learning and growing alongside each other, which is really only possible if both sides are exposing each other to things that the person wouldn’t normally know about or seek out on their own.

What Shun doesn’t like is drama. Trust in a relationship is very important to him. He won’t put up with romantic partners who feel the need to play mind-games, to test out their boyfriend because of their own insecurities or because they saw something on TikTok or somewhere. He also won’t put up with a partner who needs constant, unending reassurance – the ‘yes, I’d love you even if you were a worm’ type of thing. He, additionally, has a hard time dealing with jealous partners. In his mind, he has never given his partner a reason to doubt his intentions, his feelings for them, or his respect for them. And he’s actually right in this. Shun is actually a really considerate partner and he’s never really going to give his partner too much reason to doubt his commitment to them – the only competition they’ll have is really to his interests and his passions, like basketball. Having to constantly feel like he’s being accused of something when he’s really done nothing wrong, or feeling like he has to constantly be walking on eggshells around a romantic partner would end a relationship with him.

Trust is also important in that he expects his partner to be trustworthy. He’s incredibly loyal himself and he wants a romantic partner to be loyal to him as well. He never wants to doubt their feelings for him or their commitment to him. Someone who doesn’t have his back, or someone who runs hot and cold – I like you this week and want all your attention but next week, I’ll be busy with things I want to do and will barely answer your texts with more than one word and then will expect you to chase me to get me back interested – will not fit into his life well.

[caliburn-the-sword]

seeing all the twit rebranding memes about how it's giving 13 y/o and then remembering that my placeholder name was X when i was 14 while i was trying to figure out gender anyway here are all the equally atrocious names i considered

chip - as in chocolate chips. because no one loves one syllable noun names more than non-binary people. was also a character's nickname in a book

charlie - it's giving transmasccore /lh. the worst part is i stole the name FROM MY OC

caliburn - my arthurian lore phase is showing. reason why it's the name of this blog. my dog's name is california so legally i couldn't choose this name

kai - no one loves three letter names more than non-binary people

zero - i thought i was a GENIUS for this one and then saw a meme on tiktok that lots of trans people choose this as a name. also a character's nickname in a book

halo - catholic guilt is showing. i forgot that there is a game of the same name and stopped considering it when i did

icarus - i figured i might be cursing myself by choosing this name. also i didn't want my pjo phase to show

echo - it combined my two favourite sounds (k and long o) but again pjo phase and also the vibe was too fem for me

nova - too fem and in spanish translates to "doesn't work/go". refuse to name myself that

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

Dating Bokuto...

So like...i was halfway done when i accidently did something and it all just got erased. best believe my heart dropped all the way to my stomach. Que rico

Hopefully my memories good enough to recall all of my points

I did say that I never got to finish Haikyuu!! so I don't know the ending. I also don't remember many of the characters well so I'll have to re-visit the show again if people start requesting

Dating Bokuto is very much like eating flan--- it's so soft, almost silky. A sweetness overload that doesn't quite overfill the stomach but neither does it leave you empty. Although it does, on numerous occasions, leave you craving for more. maybe seconds... maybe thirds... maybe even fourths! you get the idea

He's quite literally the definition of a sweet himbo (unless it involves volleyball, that and being with you is when his two brain cells finally start to work. But even the latter has it's own special circumstances)

Surprisingly, he's somehow managed to figure out the perfect between volleyball and you. Afterall, he would never want to neglect you. (But he will always neglect his school work)

He'll invite you to his practices so you can watch, he'll invite to his practice so that you can play together, or he'll happily go with you to do whatever you want. As long as he gets to spend time with you, he could care less. However, the second option he views as the ultimate option. He gets to do his favorite thing with his favorite person, how could he not love that option?

That is not to say he doesn't like going on dates with you --- he practically beams at the idea of going out with you. It's like he gets to show you off.

His favorite type of date is the sort that involves any kind of festival. He gets to eat to his hearts content all while constantly holding your hand, giving you random nuzzles and kisses in front of all to see. He most especially likes winning you a variety of plushies and items. And I'm not talking about the small ones (unless those are the ones you wnat), I'm talking big business plushies. the sort that when you hold them, you can't see shit neither to the sides or over the head.

That's why he bought you a wagon that he drags around for you. Carrying so many things can easily tire out the arms, so with this you can happily continue the date without tiring so quickly.

He also really likes eating those pretentious desserts that you see on TikTok or Instagram, the ones with a thousands cute decorations on them that make them look even more edible (Ugh, i want to try those so bad)

When I think of someone dating Bokuto, I imagine that them having a tremendous amount of patience to deal with his various mood swings. Someone studious, so that he can pass his classes,. Yet, sociable enough to make friends with all the other teams, including his own. I imagine someone who doesn't really do sports on the regular but can prove active when the situation requires it. It's either that or he'll just force you to be more active.

Ah, he's the sort to love couple-matching outfits so be prepared for that. He's constantly raiding your closet to see what kind of outfits you have so that he can match with you (especially, sweaters)

He obviously invites you to his tournaments and games, so everyone already knows who you are. Whenever he makes a score, he instantly looks to where you are to see if you saw him do that --- he'll jump around and beam when you I've him a thumbs up with a smile.

When the owl is down, the team now depends on you to get his head back in the game --- Akaashi can get him out of depresses mode but just a single praise from you gets him out instantly

Speaking about Akaashi, you're very good friends with him. So great that the two of you often times texts memes about the various member of the team. You're also study-buddies.

Bokuto's not at all jealous because he's happy that his best friend is close to his partner, although if you do start paying more attention to the phone (not akaashi related) or to anything else, he will whine like a baby. Throwing himself into your arms and putting all of his weight on you so that you can't get him off

I have a scene where the Coach lets you come with on the team's bus whenever there's an away game, and that Bokuto takes a small nap on your shoulder while you quietly listen to some chill music or talk to Akaashi in whispers as to not wake up the sleeping owl boy.

Oh! Have you guys ever seen that trend on Tiktok of the girls that like get these pool-toys to entertain their boyfriends? Like the girl throw the toy into the water and the boyfriends jump into the pool in order to retrieve them? Yeah, you do that too with him. He'll spend literal hours entertained like that until he's out of energy. By then, he'll once again throw himself onto you and just sleep away. (hopefully, you'll have thunder-thighs or you'll be numbed rather quickly)

Ah, he likes for you to be the one to style his hair. Not to say he wont do it, it's just he likes you doing it for him while he watches through the mirror. I think he likes to receive acts of service while he provides words of affirmation and a shit ton of physical affection.

You like to give him a mohawk to tease him and he'll just cutey pout before breaking out into giggles.

Very fluffy he's kind of love. You just wished he did his actual work for once.

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(A/N): That's all I got for now.

Hope you enjoyed!