#that i can show the joy of genuine love and affection for the first time while teaching him self worth

[half-oz-eddie]

I do not want to do discourse but I am quite tired so feel free to scroll past this or ignore it idc

First and foremost I do not care if other positivity projects exist. They can exist in unique ways for unique reasons. It's a beautiful thing. I'm sure people love what they do and they're doing it for fun. Personally? I love what I do. A normal amount. And I do it my own way. Kinley Café is my heartbeat and it's always been a project that I deeply enjoy and that I am passionate about. I ask for nothing in return except the chance to touch other people's lives and make them smile by sending out your orders.

I am so comforted by the amount of love and support I receive. It's motivating and has helped me through difficult times. I have been so distracted spreading joy that I've basically breezed through what is usually the most difficult month of my life.

And yet. And yet!! I have been reported as spam so the café does not come up in searches (it's limited/partially shadowbanned I guess you can say. I constantly worry that this affects people getting notified when they receive treats because I want them to know someone is thinking of them. But I have been communicating with Tumblr about it, so don't worry too much). I have received phishing links in DMs and on the order form. And more recently, a password protected blog that hasn't had any activity in 40 days receives nearly a dozen notifications out of the blue because of a months old post circulating as some sort of gotcha, and I find out someone is telling people that I copied an idea (from myself btw) and sent out anons trying to encourage people to call me out over...stealing my own idea?

And I don't wanna hear "they didn't know it was me" because nobody asked me shit! I didn't show anybody any disrespect. In fact, I was being supportive! I showed love! I took the time out to make something because I wanted to continue to encourage the spread the positivity.

And yet, people made accusations even though I was being kind? Do you want a trampoline since you like fucking jumping to conclusions?

KC has been open for FIVE weeks. And I've dealt with all this in a short period of time for absolutely no reason. I've been nothing but kind and supportive of others. I genuinely and sincerely try my best.

I don't wanna let this taint something beautiful or let anything discourage me from doing this again. But I swear to god.....this shit is getting really annoying and bringing out the worst in me. lmao why am I fighting for my life during this little hiatus? I'm dedicating my free time to creating things, and collaborating with others just to spread love and kindness. I don't want anything but peace and quiet.

What's next? Do I have to keep dealing with dumbassery? Or can I go back to sending out treats and going on about my fucking business? Because I do not have time for this. I do not want all this static!!!

I've turned off reblogs. If you want to talk to me privately that's fine but this has been a little overwhelming and I just wanted to get this off my chest.

[ryn-city]

I've been brainstorming my Rook for nearly a decade and was really set on playing her as a lesbian but everything were learning about Lucanis.... is. testing me..

[twstowo]

Hello, my first request here, if it's not inconvenient I would like to make a request, where Leona and Jamil have a boyfriend or girlfriend, who likes to shower them with love and affection, for example he is always giving them kisses on the face, or spoiling them , giving gifts, practically a Y/N who is overflowing with love for her boyfriend (my boys need more love)

♡︎I'm so sorry for taking so long to answer you! I also hope you don't mind but I decided to add more characters since I really liked your idea!

♡︎Includes: Second Years and Leona

⋆⋅☆Leona:

Leona tends to be quite dramatic about it. He can't easily accept the fact that you love him so much and genuinely enjoy showing him affection. In public, if you start giving him kisses or hugs, he may initially be reluctant to reciprocate. He'll likely playfully tease you, hoping to embarrass you enough to tone it down. If you persist, he might have to leave, or he'll end up smiling like a fool.

When you give him gifts, he'll constantly ask why you chose that particular item. It's not that he dislikes it, on the contrary, he'll cherish your gift forever. He just struggles with expressing his feelings. Overall, he appreciates your affection but finds it challenging to show it. Please bear with him, he's genuinely trying his best.

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⋆⋅☆Riddle:

If you kiss him unexpectedly in public, he'll become irritated and pause to explain why it's inappropriate. However, he won't be able to finish his sentence once he catches a glimpse of your face—your beautiful eyes and very kissable lips. Suddenly, he finds himself on the receiving end of improper actions. By the Seven, you might be the end of him.

Not particularly fond of public displays of affection, Riddle believes those moments should remain private. If you shower him with affection in private, he'll feel content. Despite being giddy and somewhat embarrassed by these newfound feelings, he'll reciprocate the affection.

When you give him gifts, he'll always be polite, expressing gratitude no matter the item, and he'll often seal it with a kiss on the cheek. The next time you meet, he'll make sure to present you with a sizable bouquet of roses.

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⋆⋅☆Ruggie:

Nervously laughing throughout the entire encounter, he's taken aback when you kiss him in front of everyone. A faint blush graces his face as he responds with his signature silly laugh. Your affection fills him with happiness, he couldn't ask for a better partner. While he tries to reciprocate your affection, he's more reserved when there are many people around.

Receiving gifts from you brings him immense joy, as he's never experienced such gestures from anyone else before. He'll eagerly try to reciprocate, often offering food or a random flower he's come across.

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⋆⋅☆Azul:

Azul appreciates all the attention and affection you give him, but he's a bit cautious about public displays due to his business image. He politely asks you to keep things low-key when you're around others, knowing how easily he can lose composure when you shower him with kisses.

As someone who enjoys spoiling you with gifts, Azul would be delighted if you reciprocated with small items he likes. It adds an extra layer of joy to his already generous gift-giving habits.

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⋆⋅☆Jade:

Jade thoroughly enjoys teasing you about your affectionate gestures, finding delight in the moments he catches you off guard. He doesn't shy away from planting random kisses on you throughout the day, relishing in the joy of seeing you blush and feel embarrassed. Doesn’t care about you being affectionate in public, after all, no one dares to stare at the two of you.

If you present Jade with little mushroom trinkets, especially different species, he'll be overjoyed. It shows your interest in his hobbies and proves that you pay attention to the things he shares and cares about.

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⋆⋅☆Floyd:

If he is in a good mood, he will be as affectionate as you and won’t let you leave him until he is satisfied. If he is in a bad mood don’t expect him to be very into it as he will probably just accept your affection and won’t care much about it, he might even just leave. Don’t take it personally, because sooner or later he will come back in a good mood and the two of you can just be all lovey-dovey again.

He will keep all of your presents and even likes giving you small stuff that he finds that makes him think of you. He will literally bring you a rock and say it reminded him of you.

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⋆⋅☆Kalim:

The two of you are a perfect match. If you initiate any form of affection, he'll reciprocate with double the enthusiasm, it's almost like a competition. A simple kiss on the cheek in the school hallway turns into him spinning you around in a joyous hug while showering your face with nonstop kisses. Despite the disapproving looks from onlookers, the two of you remain unfazed.

When it comes to gifts, he reciprocates with double the generosity. You find yourself receiving so many presents from him that you're not sure where to put them all by the end of the day. His enthusiasm for gift-giving knows no bounds, and he takes joy in showering you with tokens of his affection.

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⋆⋅☆Jamil:

In public, he tends to distance himself if you initiate affection, firmly believing such moments should be private. When it's just the two of you, he initially feels uneasy being the center of attention. However, as you shower him with endless kisses, he experiences for the first time a mix of vulnerability and trust, allowing you to express your love freely.

He genuinely appreciates both small and large gifts from you, especially when they align with things he mentioned liking before. It makes him feel valued and heard, knowing that you pay attention to the details of his preferences. As a gesture of gratitude, he ensures that you're treated to freshly prepared meals every single day. He takes pleasure in observing your reactions as you enjoy the food he lovingly makes for you.

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⋆⋅☆Silver:

Both of you are really into it, turning into a sappy couple. At the start, he was a bit shy about the affection you showered him with, but as time passed, he opened up to it, caring less about whether people are watching. After all, you two are dating, so expressing your feelings is only natural.

When it comes to gifts he accepts every one of them, but he does struggle with finding the right things to give in return. Seeking advice from Lilia, he often brings you flowers as a thoughtful gesture.

[little-star-library]

I absolutely love hearing Astarion’s laugh, whether it’s from a cheesy joke or when he cracks himself up with his twisted sense of humor. And I don’t think we see him genuinely smile with joy that often other than the times he’s being flirtatious or in his menacing aura when he’s slaughtering his enemies.

But just imagine as the two of you grew closer, it would be so easy to get him laughing. It would start out with small chuckles and the briefest hint of a smile, maybe when some of your fellow traveling companions would get in a stupid argument over the pettiest of things or when you would accidentally trip over your own feet and land flat on your face in the dirt. But as time passes, you would make it your sole purpose just to hear him laugh and it would eventually grow into a sort of a competition between the two of you to crack each other up because he would slowly come to realize how much he loves to see you smile and laugh even in the midst of all the chaos.

At first, he would hate the fact that he was growing soft and vulnerable around you and he felt like he had no control over his boundaries and would think that you were secretly plotting some sort of scheme to get him to trust you further or had him under some sort of spell. But then he started to see that you held no malicious intentions towards him and you just had an aura about you that was full of joy and happiness and was simply contagious for anyone that was around you.

And he would look so cute when he’d be smiling and seeing his crimson eyes light up, with his fangs poking out over his bottom lip and the occasional twitch of his pointy ears whenever you would share a funny story or a witty quip at his overdramatized theatrics. He would playfully pout while you would tease him and mimic his voice and actions, but it was just too hilarious for him not to smile at how comical you looked while doing so.

And if you were in a romantic relationship with him, he would enjoy having those soft moments with you where you could get him to giggle at your affections towards him, from peppering kisses all over his face to tickling and poking each other throughout the day. One of his favorite moments was when the two of you got into a water fight when you were bathing away the sweat and grime from a long day, splashing each other in a fit of laughter and genuinely enjoying your company. And he is so fond of having tender and lighthearted sex with you and making each other laugh at how ridiculous you both are in the heat of the moment while you knock foreheads together and sharing sweet kisses.

You love being able to see him in this new light where he can let his walls go down and you take pride in seeing him act more goofy than usual and he adores you for showing him a different side of intimacy that is pure and virtuous in its simplicity.

(I could go on and on about how to make this man smile and laugh because he deserves to have some happiness in his life and that’s all I want for him, he’s just so sweet.)

[yuff7e]

haiiiii!! this is my first time requesting so sorry if it like shows up weird or anything but..

I was wondering if you could write tanjiro, zenitsu, inosuke and maybe genya (if you write for him ofc) reacting to a usually very aloof and stoic male reader genuinely smiling at them for once? like they told him that they loved him for the first time and instead of just ignoring them bro gave them the most gorgeous smile ever and was like “I love u 2 😊”

thank uuuu!!! sorry if it didn’t really make sense! p.s I adore ur writing MWWWAH!!!

🤍﹒⪩ “𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐎” ⪨﹒🤍

𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

hii anon !! this is actually the cutest request ever. i’ll definitely write it for you !! and tysm, i adore you !! i hope you enjoy this one-shot and tell me what you think !! :) ఌ︎

♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı

✧.* 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

“[name]… i—” tanjiro stuttered, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to find the right words. after nearly four months of wrestling with his feelings, he finally mustered the courage to speak the three words that had been weighing on his mind since the day you two started dating. “i love you.” his voice was filled with sincerity and vulnerability as he gazed into your eyes, desperately hoping for a positive response.

tanjiro didn’t expect much, especially not from you, given your typically stoic demeanor. as he nervously awaited your response, he observed the subtle shift in your expression from stoicism to raw emotion, causing his eyes to widen in astonishment. “i love you too, tanjiro!” you exclaimed, a radiant smile spread across your face as joy and affection filled your voice. his shock melted into a mix of relief and overwhelming happiness as his heart thumped with love.

“wha— [name]!” tanjiro exclaimed in disbelief, pulling you into a snug embrace, his arms wrapped securely around you. “i didn’t expect this, i love you so much, [name]. you’re the best boyfriend i could ever ask for.” overwhelmed with emotion, he held onto you tightly, cherishing the moment and the depth of his feelings for you. in response, you reciprocated the embrace, squeezing him back, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.

✧.* 𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀

“i really love you, asshole! so don’t die!” inosuke cried out, his voice filled with raw emotion as he cradled your seemingly injured body. you weren’t seriously hurt, but every time you got even slightly injured, he would freak out.

“inosuke, i’m fine—” you began to reply, but then stopped abruptly as his words sank in. you realized despite his rough exterior, inosuke truly cared for you in his own unique way. he might not fully grasp the concept of love, but his feelings for you were genuine.

looking up at him with wide eyes, you met the gaze of a his boar mask, feeling a surge of warmth and appreciation for the sudden declaration. without hesitation, you jumped up and wrapped your strong arms tightly around his neck, beaming with joy. “i love you too, inosuke!”

inosuke was immediately caught off guard by your enthusiastic reaction, especially considering the amount of energy you were wasting by squeezing him so tightly. despite his initial surprise, he couldn’t deny the overwhelming feeling of joy that washed over him as he felt you pressed against him.

“hey!! what the hell— you can smile?!” he screams, grabbing you by your shoulders and shaking you back and forth.

✧.* 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

zenitsu had always been attracted to girls from the very beginning, his desperation evident as he clung to them, pleading for them to be his bride. you observed his antics with a mix of amusement and bewilderment, yet your genuine care for the boy remained steadfast, leading you to risk your life for him on numerous occasions.

as zenitsu witnessed the depth of your unwavering concern and selflessness, a newfound realization began to blossom within him — a stirring of emotions for his dear friend, [name].

after a while, zenitsu finally mustered up the courage to express his feelings to you. once you reciprocated, it didn’t take him long to pour his heart out. “i love you so much, [name]-chan! i’ll do anything for you!” he declared, taking both of your hands in his own and kneeling toward your face, his eyes filled with sincerity and devotion.

witnessing his heartfelt confession filled you with a burst of energy, and you couldn’t help but beam with joy. “i love you too, zenitsu!” you replied, your words carrying the weight of your own affection and gratitude. upon hearing your words, zenitsu was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face and snot rolling messily as he wiped it with the sleeve of his bed-shirt. “i promise, i’ll be good to you forever, [name]-chan!” he exclaimed, his voice choked with tears as his eyes reflected his unwavering commitment to you.

✧.* 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀

genya swallowed heavily, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared to reveal his true feelings to you. you’ve been dating for eight months now, and he was terrified. with sweaty palms and a nervous expression, he faced you, the weight of his emotions hung in the air. this unfamiliar sensation was something he had never experienced before.

as you gazed back at him, your head slightly cocked to the side, your expression stoic and unreadable, revealing little of your own thoughts and feelings. “[name], i have something to say..” he declared, his voice tinged with nervousness, you watched him closely, noticing the flush that colored his face. your eyes locked onto his, silently urging him to continue.

“i.. i really.. love you, and.. i’ve truly appreciated these past few months we’ve spent together. you’re a really good guy, i really, really love you, [name].” genya confesses, his words filled with vulnerability. as he reveals his feelings, your expression swiftly transitions from stoic to joyful. without hesitation, you jump onto him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. “i love you too, genya!” you exclaim, causing him to stumble back slightly, caught off guard by your reaction; but smiling to himself as he witnesses your joyful side.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

[dhampling]

I've had this idea in my head ever since I first played as a Dragonborn or Tiefling in BG3, and I have no idea why it isn't discussed more. But what if a Tiefling! (Or Dragonborn, whichever you prefer) Tav shows affection by coiling their tail around their s/o? Like they're close by and are just overwhlemed with love and adoration, and their tail just kinda wraps around their lovers leg? Or wrist or anywhere they can reach! Like Tav is hugging Astarion and then without really realizing it, their tail coils around him as well? Idk, I just think the concept is super sweet/cute. I would love to see this as a small story, or even just head cannons if you want to explore the idea as well. No pressure, obviously, ignore it if you wish to ❤️ hope you're doing well!

a tail of... insert pun here! tavs with TAILS. tails with tav. tav tails with dal.

hello sweetling! can i start by saying that i loved this - genuinely, absolutely loved this. i started by writing HCs and got a bit carried away, so i hope you enjoy the little bit of both here! thank you for giving me something different - this is absolutely not something i'd have thought of and i had SO MUCH FUN. a/n: species isn't mentioned, and I've tried to keep it as generic as possible so it could be applicable for tiefs or dragonborn tavs!

headcanons;

As far back as you can recall you’ve been particularly expressive

It’s not something that you’ve ever seen as an issue, beyond the occasional mishap you can laugh over with any tail-whipped parties later

Frantic little licks of excitement when playing with your peers as a youngling come to mind as an immediate example

Running amok and jumping with the widest of smiles as your tail oscillates behind you

Your family chiding you playfully whilst rubbing their stinging ankles after a particularly jovial day in your presence

Your parents holding you whilst you were still small enough to be held

Your tail bony and light, and yet tightly winding around their forearms as you rested on their torso like a twisting vine

A sign of comfort, safety

A sign that hasn’t lost any significance as you’ve aged

Many a time you’ve run into an old friend and accidentally lashed them in sheer glee, loosely wrapping your tail to whichever limb you can to keep them close as you agree to wander the local bustling market together

And so when you begin to bond with your fellow escapists as you search for a cure for your unfortunate parasite problem, it’s inevitable

It doesn’t even cross your mind

Not until the day where everything just went right 

For the first time since your abduction you’ve emerged your battles all victorious, casualties kept to a minimum, and with enough variety in supplies to have a proper meal 

Spirits are high, wine is flowing; and your party has a real energy of optimism

Your tail flitters back and forth like a moth to a flame as your take to your feet and search for the one who has captured your attention

fool's errand;

It takes Astarion a little aback when the wine steers you towards him.

A few weeks in each others’ presence, sure. A night or two; possibly three, maybe even four at this point, of mutual enjoyment under the stars. Frequent back and forth exchanges while on the road, bantering like old friends. You give him your neck, he offers you moral support.

But on a night where the joy is positively spilling from every cup in camp, you step to him?

He’s unsure whether to be flattered or cautious.

If you’re to end your arrangement, surely tonight - where the conversation is so effusive, so effortless across your party - would be the optimal time to do so. Laugh it away as a lapse in judgement between ‘old friends’, as you often joke, and drift from him to a more viable prospect as the coming days pass. Leave him as the least amicable in camp once more. He’d understand.

Not that he’d like it.

But he’d understand.

Or, he’d try to. He might be a little upset if Lae’zel wins Lady Congeniality over him, but it’s not the end of the world.

He’d have to hope the group still would still want to keep him around of course. Be a little nicer to Gale. Offer to help Karlach carry your packs between camps. 

What is he offering you if not his nimble fingers? Maybe he went too hard on gunning for you. Or not hard enough, perhaps?

You quirk a brow as you snap your fingers in his face, wine sloshing gently in your other hand.

Clearly his face is now showing his displeasure.

“You ok? Hello?”

“Oh! Yes, my sweet. Lost in thought.” 

He waggles his fingers and lifts his goblet to toast alongside yours. To new friends.

“I must say - you being lost in thought is entirely unusual. Still wondering about the left handed tongs Gale sent you searching for earlier?” You laugh warmly. He scowls.

��I don’t eat! I haven’t eaten for two hundred years. What use would I have for tongs in a dungeon, darling?’

He sips.

‘A fool’s errand in very poor taste, if you ask me.”

You still. He pauses.

He’s feeling sour, and he’s ruined it for you. Sapped the joy from your evening. Gods.

He wracks his brain for ways he can come back into favour. 

Suggest other things he’d like to taste in order to clear his palate. He hasn’t eaten in two hundred years, and he’s absolutely famished. Whet your appetite a little. Win you back round.

“I can hear your brain whirring, you know.” You whisper, leaning close.

He freezes. Can you see it? Through the tadpole? His horrid scheming?

And you do the most unexpected thing.

Your arms come around his torso to envelop him in a tight hug.

You aren’t fervently clutching at his waist, running fevered hands over his abdomen or pulling yourself close just to feel his body against yours.

It’s soft. Clandestine almost. He doesn’t know how to react. 

“I do so adore you, you know? You make this sordid little adventure a little more enjoyable each day.’ 

You hum. Your head falls to his chest, your tail wrapping around his leg steadily.

‘You can talk to me about these things if you want to. If you figure out what you want to say. I’m here.”

He wouldn’t have anticipated a single one of your actions in the face of his sullen behaviour this evening.

Yet the one that touches him most is the tail now secure around his leg. 

A reminder of every tired day you flit joyously against him as you trek together, the curiosity and jubilee when he powers through a wholly trapped room with nothing but a single tool and a flourish - for good measure, of course.

Your little happy whips as you stumble on dire-needed pouches of gold alongside him. His lockpicking skill that you find oh-so enthralling, providing for the party in making use of his talent.

And every once in a while when you’re aside him, the way this happens.

A moment that reminds him of the beauty within bodies past their use for sexuality. How genuinely happy those little mindless touches make him. How his undead heart could maybe be cajoled into beating again over this one.

He coughs. Smiles. Brings his arms around you, though delayed.

Head resting atop yours. 

“You’re full of surprises aren’t you, treasure?”

Your tail flits against his leg in a happy shiver.

“Naturally, darling.”

You imitate him in a way that makes you both laugh like fools. Toast once again.

"To us."

[levisjinchuriki]

forever yours - chapter 8

summary: gojo thinks you're both ready to take the next step

warning: slow burn, fluff, lingering looks, gojo being a gentleman

word count: 3.4k

you and gojo sit on the steps in front of the house watching haru rides his bike with training wheels around the large driveway. his laughter fills the air as he enjoys himself, excited to finally try the bike he got as one of his birthday presents.

gojo watches him with a mix of pride and affection, his heart swelling as he sees the joy on haru’s face. this moment is one of those simple yet profound milestones in haru’s life that he's grateful to be a part of.

“he’s really getting the hang of it,” you say, voice filled with pride and a hint of amazement. it’s a simple thing, but watching your child achieve something for the first time always brings a special kind of joy.

“yeah, he caught on quick” gojo agrees.

as haru rides past you again, his smile wide and bright, you both wave, cheering him on. he responds with an enthusiastic wave, his confidence growing with each loop around the driveway.

gojo takes a breath before speaking, suddenly feeling nervous.

“so,” he begins, his tone slightly hesitant but filled with hope, “i’ve been thinking…”

you glance over at him, curiosity piqued. “about what?”

gojo rubs the back of his neck, a small, almost sheepish smile playing on his lips. “we haven’t really been on an official date since we started… this”. he pauses, his eyes searching yours as he tries to gauge your reaction. “and, well… i was wondering if you’d be interested in going to dinner with me this weekend. properly planned out, with reservations and everything”.

for a moment, the world seems to slow as his words sink in. you can see the anticipation in his eyes, the vulnerability that he rarely lets show. it’s not just the idea of a date that strikes you, but the effort and thought he’s put into it—something carefully planned, just for the two of you.

a soft smile spreads across your face as you consider his offer. “an official date, huh?” you say, teasing lightly to ease the tension you can feel from him.

gojo nods, his smile growing a bit more confident. “i want it to be special. something we both can look forward to”.

your heart swells at the sincerity in his voice, and you feel touched by the gesture. “that sounds really nice, satoru. i’d love to”.

the relief that washes over his face is unmistakable, and it makes your heart flutter even more. “yeah?” he asks, his grin now full of excitement like he can hardly believe you said yes. 

“i’ll make sure everything is perfect,” gojo promises, his voice filled with determination.

you’re touched by the sincerity of his words. despite everything that’s happened, his desire to make things right still shines through, and it’s a reminder of the man you once fell in love with.

but you also know that perfection isn’t what you need right now. you’ve both been through too much to expect flawless moments. what matters most is the effort, the genuine intention to be there for each other, and the willingness to try again.

“it doesn’t have to be perfect,” you say sincerely, your voice soft but full of conviction. “just spending time with you is enough.”

gojo’s eyes soften, the tension in his shoulders easing as he takes in your words. in that moment, the pressure of the evening melts away, leaving behind a shared understanding that what you both need isn’t perfection but presence. just being together, reconnecting, and taking things one step at a time—those are the things that truly matter.

gojo chuckles softly, his eyes locking with yours as if trying to memorize the moment. “well, then, here’s to our imperfect date”. 

you both share a smile, the simplicity of the promise feeling both comforting and exciting. it’s not about grand gestures or flawless execution; it’s about being together and enjoying each other’s company.

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you stand in front of your closet, trying to decide what to wear. it feels strange—exciting, but strange—to be preparing for a date with gojo after everything that has happened. your nerves make you feel like a teenager again, filled with anticipation.

after a few minutes of deliberation, you settle on an elegant dress. it’s a choice that has always made you feel confident, and it seems perfect for the occasion. the fabric falls gracefully, with just the right amount of sophistication for a nice dinner. you pair it with your best heels and some understated jewelry that complements the dress without overpowering it. 

as you style your hair, you hear a small knock on the door. “mommy?”.

you turn to see haru’s small frame standing in the doorway. “hi, sweetheart,” you say.

his eyes widen as he takes in your appearance, a bright smile spreading across his face. “mommy, you look so pretty!”. 

the simple, heartfelt compliment brings a warmth to your chest, and you smile down at him. “thank you, honey. you’re very sweet.”

haru walks over, reaching up to touch the soft fabric of your dress with his tiny fingers, his curiosity evident in the way he studies it. “where are you going?”. 

you crouch down to his level, gently smoothing his hair back from his face, your heart swelling with affection for your little boy. “i’m going out to dinner with daddy tonight”.

haru’s eyes widen even more, now filled with curiosity and excitement. “with daddy?” he repeats, his voice full of wonder. it’s clear that the thought makes him happy.

“yes, with daddy,” you confirm, smiling at the way his face lights up. the innocence and joy in his reaction remind you of the importance of moments like these—not just for you and satoru, but for haru too.

haru throws his arms around you in a tight hug, his small body pressing against yours with all the love he can muster. “have fun, mommy!” he exclaims.

you gently hug him back, savoring his embrace and the innocence in his words. his little arms wrap around you tightly, and for a moment, you close your eyes, soaking in the pure, unconditional love that only a child can give. “thank you, honey,” you whisper softly, a smile touching your lips. “i’m sure it will be fun.” as you pull back, you press a quick kiss to the top of his head, feeling a renewed sense of calm and happiness. 

as the clock strikes eight, a gentle knock echoes through the house, signaling gojo's arrival. he’s right on time. your heart gives a little flutter as you smooth down your dress one last time and make your way to the door. when you open it, gojo stands there, his tall frame dressed in a sharp black suit that’s tailored perfectly.

gojo looks at you like it’s the first time all over again. the suit enhances the natural elegance he carries, and his usual playful grin softens into something more sincere as his eyes meet yours. for a moment, neither of you speaks, simply taking in the sight of each other.

“evening,” gojo greets, his voice warm and smooth, paired with that charming smile that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. his eyes roam over you with genuine admiration. “you look stunning”.

a blush rises to your cheeks at the compliment, catching you a bit off guard with its sincerity. you can feel the heat in your face, but you manage to smile back, feeling that familiar flutter in your chest. “thank you,” you say softly, your eyes meeting his. “you look very handsome.”

before you can say anything else, haru comes bounding over, filled with joy. “hi, daddy!” he exclaims, throwing his arms around gojo’s legs in a tight embrace.

gojo immediately crouches down to haru’s level, his face lighting up with a warm, affectionate smile that reaches his eyes. without hesitation, he pulls haru into a gentle hug, his embrace filled with the kind of love that only a father could give. “hi, my little spring roll,” he says softly, his voice brimming with love. the endearment brings a smile to your face; it’s a nickname born from the meaning of haru’s name—springtime and new beginnings.

you watch the exchange with a smile. there’s something incredibly comforting in seeing gojo interact with haru this way. he always effortlessly blends affection with playfulness. haru giggles at the name and beams up at his father, the joy on his face mirroring the love in Gojo’s eyes. 

“you go to dinner with mommy?” he asks for confirmation. 

gojo chuckles, giving haru a gentle rub on his back. “that’s right. we’re going out for a little while” he confirms, his gaze flickering to you with the kind of look that makes your heart flutter.

haru turns to you, his big, earnest eyes filled with an intensity that makes you smile. “have lots of fun, kay?” he says, as if it's his job to remind you.

you laugh softly, touched by his sweet sincerity. gently stroking his cheek, you reply, “i will, honey. be good, okay?”. haru nods earnestly, his little face brimming with trust. 

haru nods, his little face brimming with trust. “okay, mommy,” he promises.

his sitter steps forward, extending her hand to haru with a kind smile, which haru easily takes. she wishes you both a good night and assures you that she’ll make sure haru has a great time while you’re away.

as you make your way outside, haru waves enthusiastically. you glance back one last time, catching haru’s small, happy wave before you step out into the evening. haru’s sitter gives you a reassuring smile before closing the door behind you.

gojo’s gaze lingers on you, as if he’s savoring the sight of you standing beside him. his intense blue eyes are filled with admiration. the way he looks at you makes you feel exposed, yet cherished. you catch yourself holding your breath as butterflies erupt inside you. a soft blush creeps onto your cheeks as his eyes take in every feature. his intense focus seems to amplify every emotion you’re feeling, heightening the anticipation of the evening ahead. it’s a look that seems to search for something—perhaps reassurance, or maybe just the simple joy of seeing you in this moment. 

“ready?” he asks softly, his gaze reassuring as he offers you his arm. you slip yours through his, and there’s a moment of connection, a brief second where the world feels like it’s just the two of you. the simple act of linking arms feels symbolic, as if you’re embracing whatever this night has in store. 

“ready” you confirm. as you walk together, you notice how natural it feels to be by his side like this, the two of you falling into an easy rhythm. the night air is cool against your skin, but the warmth of gojo’s presence more than makes up for it. there’s a quiet excitement between you, the unspoken anticipation of what the evening might bring.

when you reach the car, gojo releases your arm just long enough to open the door for you. 

you slide in, the scent of leather and something distinctly gojo filling your senses. he waits until you’re settled before closing the door gently, his movements deliberate and thoughtful. as he walks around to the driver’s side, you feel a flutter of excitement for the evening ahead, knowing that tonight is not just a dinner but a chance to reconnect and create new memories together.

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as you both step into the restaurant, the soft glow of ambient lighting and the gentle murmur of conversation create an intimate atmosphere. gojo gives his name to the host, who is quick to show you to your table. as you walk, gojo’s hand rest gently on your mid-back—a touch that you don’t shy away from. his fingers press lightly against your skin, guiding you with care but not overstepping. 

the contact is subtle but reassuring, a tender reminder of his presence and support. you catch his eye and see a soft, contented smile on his face, reflecting the ease he feels in this moment with you. the host leads you to a table near a window, where the city lights provide a stunning backdrop.

as you settle into your seats and begin to look at the menu, gojo’s gaze is fixed on you from across the table. his eyes, softened with admiration, follow every subtle movement you make. you remain unaware of his intense focus, completely engrossed in deciding what to order.

suddenly, gojo’s voice cuts through your concentration, his tone filled with genuine warmth. “you’re gorgeous, you know that?”.

the unexpected compliment makes you look up from your menu, your heart skipping a beat. the sincerity in his voice, coupled with the way he’s looking at you, catches you off guard. a soft blush rises to your cheeks as you meet his eyes, which are still filled with that deep, admiring gaze. 

“thank you,” your voice is a mix of surprise and appreciation. the simple, heartfelt remark lingers in the air, adding to the intimate atmosphere of the night.

“you’re making me nervous,” you say with a slight laugh.

gojo’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he chuckles, his expression softening. “im glad i’m not the only one”       he admits, his tone more relaxed. “it’s been a while since we’ve had a night like this”. 

despite the time apart and the changes in your lives, the underlying feelings are still there. there’s a vulnerability behind his words. it’s rare to see gojo, who is usually so confident and self-assured, admit to feeling anything resembling nerves. there’s a comfort in knowing that this evening means as much to him as it does to you.

“it has. i think we both want tonight to be special, but it’s okay if it’s not perfect. it’s enough that we’re here together, trying”. your words resonate with gojo, and his expression softens as he takes in your sincerity. his eyes reflect the appreciation he feels. 

“you’re right,” he agrees, his voice gentle. “i’m really happy we’re doing this”. there’s a moment of shared understanding, a silent acknowledgment that the effort to reconnect is what truly counts. 

you look down at his hand, the simple elegance of his ring catching the soft glow of the candlelight. there’s a moment of stillness, and you take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the evening’s significance. with a gentle resolve, you reach across the table, your hand moving slowly but purposefully.

your hand rests over the top of his with a delicate touch. for a moment, gojo’s eyes follow your movement, a flicker of hope lighting up his gaze. you can feel the careful way he observes your gesture, knowing how much it means to both of you.

without a word, he flips his hand over, his thumb gently running softly across your knuckles. the feeling of his hand in yours grounds you, dispelling some of the nerves that have been swirling in your chest. he’s been waiting for moments like these—where you initiate contact and bridge the gap between you—but he’s also been patient, understanding that you need to move at your own speed.

“i think we’ve both grown a lot through all of this” your voice carries a note of reflection.

he nods, a small smile playing on his lips. “we have. and i want you to know that i’m all in—whatever it takes, i’m willing to do it”. 

the sincerity in his words and the way he looks at you with such determination makes your heart ache in the best way possible. there’s still so much to work through, but you feel like you’re both on the same page—like you’re truly partners in this journey.

“i know” you say softly, believing him. 

the rest of the evening passes in a blur of laughter, shared stories, and the occasional lingering touch that hints at the deeper connection you both long to rekindle. the nervousness from earlier melts away, replaced by a sense of comfort that feels like coming home.

as you walk hand in hand to the car, there's a lightness in your steps. even in the quiet moments, as he drives you back and your hands remain intertwined, the silence speaks volumes. the unspoken understanding that tonight has been a success fills the air, and the atmosphere is charged with possibility.

when you arrive home, satoru walks you to the door, his hand still holding yours. he looks at you with such affection that it makes your heart skip a beat. “thank you for going out with me” he says, his voice soft yet filled with emotion. “i had a great time”. 

you can see the sincerity in his eyes, the way he genuinely means every word. it's in the way he lingers a little longer, reluctant to let the moment end, and in the way his thumb gently strokes the back of your hand, a subtle but reassuring gesture.

you smile, feeling the same giddiness you’ve felt all evening. “so did i”. 

there’s a brief moment of hesitation before satoru leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead—a gesture that feels both tender and meaningful. “goodnight,” he murmurs, his voice gentle.

“goodnight,” you whisper back, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as his face hovers close to yours. the proximity sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. your heart flutters, caught between the lingering traces of the kiss on your forehead and the feeling of his hand still clasped in yours.

his hand lingers in yours for just a moment longer before he reluctantly pulls away. as you watch him walk down the driveway, your heart feels full, brimming with emotions you thought had long been buried.

smiling to yourself, you unlock the door and step inside. your babysitter is waiting for you on the couch, greeting you softly. “haru’s already in bed,” she informs you, her tone gentle. you thank her as she gathers her things and leaves, the quiet of the house wrapping around you like a comforting blanket.

the shower that follows relaxes your muscles, washing away the remnants of the evening. by the time you slip into your pajamas and climb into bed, your thoughts are still on satoru.

the journey you’ve experienced together hasn’t been perfect—far from it. yet, tonight has been exactly what you needed—a reminder that despite all the challenges, the love between you and satoru is still very much alive.

as you lie there, a small, contented smile tugs at your lips, and the memory of his tender kiss lingers in your thoughts, filling you with a sense of peace.

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ch 9>>

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Cuddling Them Out Of Nowhere

Ragnar: He reacts by being pleasantly surprised and appreciative that you felt such an urge to be close to him. He will wrap his arms around you and bring you closer, stroking your hair and face, and returning the kisses you give. Perhaps he will nuzzle his face into your neck and breathe in your scent, or whisper to you that he loves you, and kiss you again passionately.

Athelstan: Well he would be rather bewildered and taken unawares, but happy nonetheless. You have just shown him love in a sweet and tender way, so how could he not appreciate such a thing? Cuddling, even unexpected, is a beautiful thing. He would return the favor in spades.

Floki: It depends on his relationship with the person. If he is in a romantic relationship with you, he will enjoy the affection and intimacy of the cuddling. It would be a very sweet and intimate moment between you both, and he would appreciate it. However, if it is not a romantic partner, he would most likely be irritated by the unwarranted physical contact and would ask them to stop.

Lagertha: She's a bit startled at first. She's not a very touchy person, so to be taken by surprise and be cuddled is unexpected. It feels good though, comforting. She gives the same physical affection you have just given her, but she also leans over and whispers something in your ear. Something along the lines of "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you". It's important to her to remind you how much you mean to her, even in the little moments.

Aslaug: When you cuddle her out of nowhere, she can't help but be touched. It's a very sweet and gentle gesture, often done with no expectations and simply as a show of affection. The act itself can be very soothing and calming, a small reminder that you are cared for, safe, and loved. Whether they are a partner, a spouse, a loved one, or even just a platonic friend, receiving such warmth and comfort from another human being is a truly remarkable thing. So, the next time you cuddle her out of nowhere, she just treasures it.

Bjorn: Out of nowhere, he might be startled. But he would also be intrigued, a little excited. As he turned to see who was the source of this surprise cuddle he would take note of your scent, and look you up and down. Taking in your soft skin, smooth curves, facial and body language. Perhaps you looked a bit nervous. He would begin to gently return the affection, enjoying the warmth of your body pressing against his. He would also be a little surprised. Did this have some sort of ulterior motive or were you just being sweet and affectionate?

Ubbe: Cuddling is the highest form of love and acceptance, so it only brings joy and contentment into his heart. When he is embraced by the love of his life, whether it be in a gentle cuddle or a passionate embrace, he is reminded that all is well, and all will be well. He is truly a blessed man to have such a loving and devoted person in his life.

Hvitserk: He feels his blood quicken, his heart beat faster, and his body tingle. His hands tighten around your body and he pulls you closer, breathing deep and smelling the scent of your hair. He feels a warm and happy sensation in his chest as you show your affections. He would then pull you to him and begin a warm embrace that he would never want to leave.

Sigurd: Surprised, but touched. He's never been overly physically affectionate with his partners, but he's never been in an honest relationship either. To have someone truly, genuinely care about him like that would be… well it's a new experience, certainly.

Ivar: He'd react with shock and surprise. Cuddling is a show of emotion and it would take him aback, he is not used to physical displays of affection. His first instinct might be to swat away whatever's trying to cuddle him like it's an annoyance or an insect, but then he would recognize your intent and attempt to embrace you back.

Halfdan: He is not a man to show his emotions. But truth be told it brings him great joy, and in those moments where he feels his lover's warmth and comfort he feels complete. He's not someone who shows their affections much, but those are the moments when he feels at his most vulnerable.

Harald: It would depend on how he's feeling at the time. Cuddling is, in general, a pleasant experience. However, if you were to catch him whilst he was contemplating an important decision or pondering a particularly difficult puzzle, he might not feel the same way. In such a situation, the interruption could be frustrating. If he was feeling tired, the cuddling may be welcome. If he was feeling stressed, the unexpected contact might add to that. If he was feeling happy and content, the cuddling may be welcome. The outcome would vary depending on his present mood.

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 11. aphrodisiacs

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “picture perfect”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ ivy was not expecting this little christmas get together to get all.. steamy.. but now he has you all to himself

pairing: iv (ivy) x gn!reader

a/n: he’s a slut and i want him

cw: nsfw content. aphrodisiac. there are aphrodisiacs laced in the drinks. dubcon-ish. both parties are affected by the aphrodisiacs. intense foreplay.

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“fuck what are you doing to me…? get over here. now.” —❤︎

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the nighttime bar was bustling with life. it was filled with a variety of many different people, having a good old time and using the night to unwind and just relax, drowning themselves in the rave of chaotic excitement.

christmas was a time for joy, but of course, there were always party animals that wanted to wallow their emotions into the empty sweetness of elicit liquor and frosted sugar pastries that the fancy, rich distilleries had to offer.

that’s where ivy found himself tonight.

accompanied by his lonesome self, he idly twirled a shot glass in his hand, watching the rich drink in the cup swirl around against the glass, keeping his fingers on the rim of it. ivy wasn’t so sure why he came here in the first place, especially on christmas evening of all days, where the party was high and people were rowdy. the guitarist wasn’t much of a party person to begin with anyways. but, his band mates wanted to come here to celebrate another successful year as a musical group, and of course, he couldn’t say no.

still, he’d much rather be home at the moment.

“still by yourself, ivy?”

that familiar voice snapped him out of his trance. ivy’s gaze lingered to your form, and he just let out a heavy sigh.

“you know i prefer to be away from the crowds.” ivy sighed, sipping a little bit of alcohol from his glass. “but i can’t say no to vessel. that big oaf he is.”

you chuckled and took a seat next to ivy, keeping your hands on your lap as you spoke to your fellow member, deciding to distance yourself away from the crowds for now.

“that’s sweet of you, vy. but really, you didn’t have to come out here if you don’t like parties.”

“nah, it’s the least i can do. i love you guys too much to say no to you.”

your heart warmed at the sound of ivy’s words. he was always so intricate and precise with his wording. he meant every sentence of that.

“thanks, ivy.” you thanked with a genuine smile.

underneath his mask, he smiled back. “anytime, y/n.”

you wished that ivy would show this sensitive, soft side to himself more often. it was really a beautiful sight, really. to see someone who’s usually super stoic, be all caring and watchful for those he loves. it was quite nice.

the two of you exchanged small talk for a bit, just talking about your most recent tour and how you’re both excited to get to work on the new albums and eps that vessel had planned for the next year. it was going to be one hell of a year to remember, that’s for sure. ivy was surprisingly a very pleasant person to talk to. he always had different topics to bring into the conversation, and he was just an easy person to chat with.

though, as the two of your exchanged pleasantries, sharing a couple of laughs here and there, the bartender slipped you both two alcoholic drinks in fancy cups. both of you raised your eyebrows at this, considering you did not order another drink, aside from the casual shots.

“sir? we didn’t order this.” you tried to correct, but the bartender only gave a coy smile.

“don’t worry, it’s on the house.” he winked. “consider it a … special holiday drink.”

you and ivy couldn’t even get another word in, because the bartender went off to do his work, serving other clients and customers that came in. the guitarist just side-eyed the bartender for a bit, before taking the time to observe the drink he was given. it was clearly alcoholic, and the rim of the class seemed to be lined with crystallized sugar. the actual liquor itself seemed to dawn a sunset-pinkish shade, with red and purple swirled into the liquid. ivy couldn’t tell what kind of alcohol it was, but he had guessed it to be some sort of vodka, mixed with another unknown drink.

ivy eyed the glass suspiciously. the drink looked pretty… almost too pretty for it to be just some casual alcoholic drink. though, his curiosity was piqued, and his mind wondered how the taste would pop in his mouth.

“strange… that guy was kind of weird, giving us a drink like that out of nowhere.” he chided, still holding his suspicions high as he observed the glass.

“yeah… but i haven’t had a good drink in a while.” you said with a curious voice, tilting your head as you brought the rim of the glass closer to your lips.

the two of you shared a look for a moment, thinking the exact same thing.

“how about it?” you asked. ivy pondered for a moment, before nodding.

“why not?”

the two of your clanked your glasses together, before downing the drink in one go. it tasted sweet, some of the crystallized sugars finding its way into ivy’s mouth and sizzling into a sugary delicateness that bursted with flavor. it tasted sweet… very sweet. ivy actually found the taste to be warm.. but that warmth went from his throat, to his stomach. slowly, it started to simmer into an uncomfortable warmth.

that warmth flowed throughout ivy’s body, and it soon become an itching hotness that clung to his skin. the guitarist’s eyes widened from the sudden feeling, and he could immediately feel himself sweating. he started to fan himself by flapping his shirt, trying to relieve himself of the uncomfortable heat that clung to his body like a parasite.

“what the hell…?” ivy practically panted out, trying to find a way to make himself feel better. “what the hell was in that drink?”

you nodded, arms heavily pressed against the bar counter as you groaned and panted, sweat beads sticking to your forehead. you were having the same problem as ivy.

“i don’t know… but i sure as hell feel so damn uncomfortable right now.” you gasped out, running a hand through your hair as you tried to maintain your composure.

ivy was about to agree with you, turning his head to meet your gaze, but the moment he locked eyes with you, its like the fire burned within him more brightly. he suddenly felt… needy, and just looking at you was enough to send his mind into overdrive. he was practically drooling over your form, aroused by the very sight of you alone.

what?

what was ivy thinking? why was he thinking this way? and why couldn’t he stop…?

“y/n…” he practically growled out. his hands moved to grip your shoulders, and you gasped from the sudden closeness. “stop that…”

your voice was quivering, and you leaned back against the bar counter. the surrounding people didn’t even matter anymore, it’s like it was just the two of you.

“stop what?” you practically stuttered out, feeling a familiar burning hot desire brew within you as you looked at ivy.

“that.” he rasped. “looking so damn… appetizing.”

you looked at ivy with wide, yet lustrous eyes. at this point, you both came to realize what had happened. the drinks you were given were laced with aphrodisiacs, of course they were. however, ivy couldn’t stop himself from what he was doing.

“fuck what are you doing to me…? get over here. now.”

his fingers fumbled with the buttons of your shirt, and he slowly unbuttoned them while kissing your neck, not even caring about the people around you guys. besides, they were too focused on partying to see what you two were doing. you let out soft sighs of pleasure, but tried to snap back into your senses, trying to push ivy away despite your growing lust.

you gasped as you felt ivy start to bite and nibble your neck with his teeth, and his fingers trace over the exposed skin on where he unbuttoned your shirt. this was so provocative and risky, doing this out in public. you couldn’t even think straight, with how your mind was hazy with promiscuous desires, and ivy was only feeding into your fantasies.

“ivy…” you muttered our lustfully, moaning a bit loudly as he kissed your neck, jawline and face with deep, needy kisses.

“i need you.” he grunted. “i need you so badly. this heat, it’s so fucking uncomfortable. please… please let me touch you.. i promise i’ll make you feel good.”

ivy’s voice was desperate, almost like he was in pain. the aphrodisiacs that bastard gave him was making him so incredibly horny and hard. he couldn’t stop kissing you, trying to feel your skin on his.

fuck. you needed this too.

with a heavy sigh, you nodded, looking down at him with hearts in your pupils. “please take me.”

that was all the confirmation ivy needed, before he swept you away into a dark, secluded corner of the bar, away from the party.

from there, he could give you the fuck of a lifetime.

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Cold Feet

Chad had always been a popular guy at school but when he started dating Madison, the head cheerleader, his status was elevated to that of a king. She was a mean, spoilt, brat who commanded a room just by entering it and it had started to rub off on Chad himself. He became captain of the football team, and led them to several championship victories but he had also become a cruel bully like Madison. He didn’t care of course, all that mattered was that as Madison approved and she showed him daily how much she liked her bad boy.

When Madison moved away though he was left with little potential prospects to fill her void. Even her bitchy friends weren’t enough. he felt his desire to be a bastard dwindle, his power wane. When the football team started to suffer he knew he needed to take matters into his own hands. If he couldn’t find a girl to suit his needs, he’d make one. All he needed was something of Madison’s.

Thankfully he still had an old jacket of Madison’s, a shiny black puffer coat, that she left behind. He loved her in that coat and in the weeks since she left had found himself jacking off to the lingering smell of her perfume still trapped in its threads. It gave him quick reminders of how to be as he thought about how it had clung tight to her athletic body.

Finding a spell online he enchanted the jacket. For a brief moment the jacket levitated as if someone was in it. The sleeve reached for Chad and then just as quick flopped back to the floor. Chad knew the jacket was ready, he just needed a girl to wear it. That’s where Emily came in.

Emily, the quiet, bookish girl in his English class, became his target. He knew she had the potential to be stunning, but her kind and introverted nature stood in stark contrast to the jacket's corruptive influence. That wouldn’t matter as the jacket would corrupt her ideals into a mirror of Madison’s while also improving her looks.

Emily had no friends to speak of and so was the perfect target. Most people didn’t even know she existed so her inevitable change would not seem out of the blue.

Determined to gain her trust, Chad started striking up conversations with Emily. At first she was apprehensive, unsure why any boy let alone the most handsome and popular guy in school would want to talk to her but over time they developed a real connection.

To his surprise Chad found himself falling for Emily. She was kind and sweet, everything Madison hadn’t been and yet he was attracted to her. It wasn’t the lustful urges he had for Madison but genuine love and affection. The football team continued to suffer but he started to see the team as trivial.

When they finally kissed for the first time Chad felt a joy like no other, he said, “Emily, there’s something about you that’s truly special. You’re so genuine and kind, and I feel like I can be myself around you.”

Emily blushed, her eyes flickering with surprise. “Thank you, Chad. That’s really sweet of you to say. I feel the same around you.”

As they spent more time together, their conversations deepened. Chad began to reveal more about himself, not as the popular guy, but as the person he truly was. Emily, in turn, shared her passions for literature and her dreams of becoming a writer.

As the weeks continued Chad found himself getting cold feet about whether he should go through with his plan. He realized that the magic of the jacket might not be worth sacrificing the authenticity of their burgeoning relationship. But there was a temptation still there and as long as the jacket existed it wouldn’t fade.

He finally made the decision to no only destroy the jacket but also leave the team. He loved Emily for who she was and was going to tell her as such. He had never told anyone he loved them, even Madison.

He had a romantic day for them planned. First they would head to the cinema where the way were playing one of Emily’s favourite movies. Then they would go for a meal at Emily’s favourite diner. Finally they would cap it off with a campfire by his family’s cabin where he would reveal the jacket to her. Together they would burn both Madison’s jacket and his letterman jacket, symbolizing the end of his wicked ways. That’s when he would declare his love for Emily.

Despite his nervousness he couldn’t help but tell Emily she was in for a special day, without revealing the specifics.

“Awh no fair! Tell me!” She said in faux frustration, endearing herself to him even more. However he held steadfast and simply led her to his car.

They cruised along the scenic route, the wind tousling Emily's hair as she laughed at Chad's stories. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow on their budding romance.

As they rolled into the parking garage and Emily saw the cinema in the distance she squealed with delight. The dimly lit theater provided the perfect atmosphere for a date and Emily was rapt by the movie and snuggled into Chad. Despite being engrossed in the film, Emily suddenly whispered to Chad, "I left my sweater in your car, and I'm getting really cold. Can you pass me the keys so I can grab it?"

Chad insisted on going but Emily told him he had done so much already and besides she had seen the movie a hundred times. Chad nodded and handed her the keys without a second thought.

As Emily walked into the dimly lit parking garage, she spotted Chad's car. Her breath formed a misty cloud in the chilly air as she approached it. The sweater was her primary goal, but once she opened the door she spotted something else in the backseat. The black puffer jacket glistened with an almost hypnotic sheen.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she reached for the jacket. As her fingers brushed against the fabric, a strange tingle coursed through her, sending a shiver down her spine. Her gaze lingered on it, and she couldn't deny that it did seem much warmer and cozier than her sweater.

With a hesitant decision, Emily decided to try it on. As she slipped her arms into the sleeves and zipped it up, she felt an odd sensation, like a gentle but insistent embrace. The jacket seemed to tighten around her body, molding itself to her contours as if it had a life of its own.

But as Emily continued to wear the black puffer jacket, she felt it begin to tighten to extremes. She felt it first around her waist. For a moment she panicked thinking it would constrict her breathing but somehow miraculously it didn’t, in fact it seemed to be warping her baby fat, moulding it into something different. Something better.

"What's happening? This jacket is, like, hugging me in all the right places," Emily drawled with a sudden bratty tone that felt good on her lips. Speaking of her lips, they plumped up to perfection, taking on a seductive, luscious quality. Crimson lipstick appeared with a pop that made her new smirk enchantingly captivating.

Her once pumpkin red hair began to change. It transformed into a luscious shade of blonde, shimmering like spun gold under the dim garage lights. It cascaded down her back in perfect waves, framing a face that was becoming more striking by the minute. As she examined her newly transformed blonde hair, she couldn't help but exclaim, “Mmmm, blonde. It looks soooo hawt on me! Oh god what am I saying? What is happening to me?”

Emily’s mind was fruitlessly trying to fight back against the pleasure feelings her body was going through. Each new change seemed to unlock a new colder, crueller part of her mind, locking away the parts of her that felt empathy and compassion in turn.

Her nails, once short and unadorned, grew longer and took on a matte white colour. They looked like they belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine rather than the fingers of a bookish girl. It garnered her approval. She admired them, saying, "Fierce nails for a fierce bitch!”

Her voice, once soft and modest, now dripped with arrogance as she continued, "I mean, who wouldn't want to look like this? I've never felt so powerful and beautiful in my life."

As the changes continued she found herself preoccupied with her own appearance and status, nurturing thoughts of self-importance and entitlement. The altruistic ideals that once guided her were supplanted by a relentless pursuit of self-glorification and a disdainful attitude towards anyone she perceived as beneath her.

Her posture underwent a dramatic change as well, becoming effortlessly poised and captivating. Emily's figure transformed, emphasizing every curve in a way that left no room for indifference. She had become a vision of beauty and allure, but beneath the surface, the jacket had also awakened something more sinister—a newfound cruelty and haughtiness that was as captivating as it was unsettling.

“Fuck I feel so nasty and hawt! Who wants to be some nobody dork when I could be a goddess! I want more!” She cackled giving in fully to the changes happening.

Last to change was also the most obvious enhancement as her boobs swelled up to fill up her top, turning it from a tee shirt to a tube top in the process. Emily remarked with overflowing conceit, "Perfect tits for the perfect woman.”

Her gaze shifted to her reflection in the car's wing mirror, and her voice oozed with self-admiration as she casually stated, "I look absolutely stunning. So this was the surprise Chad promised me today? Oh he needs to be rewarded for this."

Back at the cinema Chad was starting to worry. It had been nearly 20 minutes since Emily left. He was just about to get up to go check on her when, Emily, now the epitome of vanity and arrogance, walked confidently into the theater sat in the seat next to Chad. Her plump, glossy lips curled into a smug smile as she took her place beside him. Chad turned, looking puzzled, and said, “Sorry, my girlfriend is sitting there.”

Emily’s eyes, once soft and warm, now glinted with an air of superiority as she replied, “She certainly is.” Her tone dripped with flirtation, and she tossed her newly blonde hair casually over her shoulder, as if to flaunt her transformation.

Chad’s brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to make sense of the situation, but then it hit him. The jacket. Emily had found and worn the jacket and turned into a bitchy reflection of the girl she once was. Gone was the kind, introverted girl he had known, replaced by this haughty, self-assured stranger who seemed to revel in her newfound beauty.

“Oh my god Emily I-” he started before Emily cut him off with a long manicured finger to his lips.

“Shhhh baby you don’t hear to say anything. I know I spoiled your surprise and turned me into this bitchy queen sooner than expected but aren’t I just to die for now?” She said moving her hand down his strong chest.

“Emily this wasn’t what I-” he began but once again Emily stopped him.

“It must have been so boring for you to try and date my loser self, you were so patient with dorky Emily but now that Mila is here, we’re going to never have a dull moment. Starting now.” She purred as she reached his belt buckle and started opening it.

Chad couldn’t deny how hot she now was and he found his old lustful desires flood back to him. He loved how bitchy and confident she was. He couldn’t help but be incredibly erect when his cock sprung out of his pants, much to Mila’s glee.

With a hungry smirk, Mila leaned over and began to take his full cock in her mouth. Chad knew Emily had little sexual experience but the jacket seemed to have imbued her with the expertise of a pro. However he knew this was wrong, he needed to find a way to reverse what he had accidentally done but Mila was doing a good job of distracting him.

He tried to focus on Emily’s face, her smile, her laugh but found cruel thoughts about her enter his head. The carnal, animalistic part was telling him that Emily was ugly and pathetic that an alpha like him deserved Mila. He found himself slipping back into his old behaviour as he grabbed Mila’s hair and guided her head up and down.

“Oh fuck babe, you’re so nasty, you don’t know how much I wanted this!” He found himself grunting with wild arrogance as she sucked and stroked him perfectly, somehow she was even better than Madison. Each pump and suck felt like it was erasing the good person he had become over the past few weeks. He couldn’t have been happier.

With a satisfying jerk he came plentifully in Mila’s mouth, who continued to suck and now swallow until she knew she had taken all he had. With a satisfied smirk she lifted her head up and wiped a little bit of cum lingering on her perfect lips.

“Mmmm a little pent up were you babe?” She said teasing him as she licked her finger.

In the dimly lit theater, Chad couldn't resist the allure of his transformed girlfriend. Her confidence and newfound beauty had an irresistible pull on him, and he leaned closer, "you have no fucking idea… Mila. You’re even better than I could have hoped for."

Mila's smug grin widened, and she turned her enchanting gaze towards Chad, her eyes brimming with seductive power. "Oh, Chad," she purred, her voice dripping with bitchiness, "you have no idea what I'm capable of now."

As the movie played on, their flirtatious banter and shared evil ambitions solidified their connection. Chad was entranced by the seductive and commanding presence of Mila, and together, they plotted their rise to dominance, confident that their beauty, charm, and ambition would make them an unstoppable force to be reckoned with.

[chimaerite]

the eternal absurdity of hannigram

In Greek mythology, Sisyphus is condemned to endlessly roll a rock up a hill. His eternal labour underscores the importance of embracing the present and finding joy in process, no matter of absurdity.

“I've never known myself as well as I know myself when I'm with him” Will Graham confesses, his head lifts up, eyes retrieving from the sodden ground to meet Chiyoh’s. The woman sighs a shaky breath, her graceful hand moves forward for a handshake, head nodding.

“Fine, we will go find him.”

While there are other means to violence, as Chiyoh puts it, love had never been Will Graham’s first instinct to project. Inadvertently, he found himself oddly drawn to Hannibal. Whenever with Alana, he felt indifferent. More importantly, he feels ashamed to have professed his love for her yet felt so immature to act on anything apart from a singular kiss. He builds up a false swelling of emotion in his heart, yet is condemned to have it all roll down, back to the beginning. Only then, can his footing change, and he return back to the start.

He's happy, he says. He leans down to his dogs each day with a softly bright smile that the dogs refract. He laughs at Price and Fisher’s jokes, even if they jab at him in the slightest. He smiles for Jack Crawford, for Beverly, his co-workers – and, though they have learned to never bring it up, they know deep down something in Will has broken like a teacup to carpeted ground, silent yet shattering.

It's absurd, the situation. Will knows this. Absurd is Hannibal’s thirst, his ego, his looks, his brains, his blood, his scent of stupid smell and Will cannot shove him out of his chambers. What’s even more absurd is the current situation of a false identity by Hannibal, which presents Will with an infuriating challenge to find him in Florence. He squeezes his eyes shut and explores the darkness. The chapel stained glass casts an ambient light around him, although it does not affect him.

One must imagine Will Graham happy.

He should be deep in thought about the case on his hands, but he finds his mind seeping towards Hannibal. Does Hannibal believe in God? Likely not – yet he plays his cards as such. Spoken outwardly to be in the image of god, Hannibal claims killing to be morally passive. In fact, if Hannibal is God in the abstract, metaphysical form, then Will would be damned. For he is condemned for eternity to have such a boulder hindering the rest of his life – in the acts of love or not. He rolls the boulder forward, hands splayed against the jagged harshness, and pushes; desireful, he finds himself sweating profusely.

Unknowingly to Will, the wendigo has crept up behind him as he seats in the gallery. Will opens his eyes to meet Hannibal’s, the glare shining behind him like a glory light. He’s nicely suited as always, on the contrary to Will, and his eyes are crescented as always, but light presents itself differently this time in his eyes. Before any coherent words came from the unfaltering passion behind Will’s inner voice spoke out:

“If I saw you everyday, Will, I would remember this time.” He speaks carefully - tenderly, even - his hands clasp in front of his legs as he takes a seat next to Will. The man rolls his eyes, but a faint smile, more genuine than the one he generally shows, plays on his battered lips.

Chiyoh was right, there are other means of influence than violence, and an eternity more to combat it.

Based on NBC Hannibal Season 3 Episode 6: Dolce

[taey0ngsvape]

ateez as boyfriends

hongjoong

He’s very busy, constantly at the studio producing something new or at dance practice perfecting something for a new stage. He has very little free time, and I think he’d show his love for you by devoting every spare minute to being with you.

Shows you that you are just as important to him as being an idol and that he wants to spend as much time together as he possibly can.

I think he’d like your hands a lot, playing with your fingers, tracing shapes on the back of your hand or on your palm. Probably his favorite type of skinship tbh, it’s something subtle but gentle and lovely.

seonghwa

Dotes on you a lot, is always asking if you’ve eaten or slept enough.

But he also trusts you and totally believes you’re capable of handling things without his help. He just likes to offer it, a small reminder of how much he cares about you.

Will want to build legos with you.

He likes sharing his hobbies. Doing something he loves with the person he loves? Nothing makes him happier.

yunho

LOVES your laugh and is always trying to make you smile.

Would play video games with you. On days when you don’t want to, you guys will compromise. You’ll watch him play for a little while and then he’ll let you pick the activity for the rest of the day. But he does like when you watch him play (he wants to impress you, no matter how long the two of you have been together).

Idk why but I feel like you’d bake together, that just seems like something he’d love. 

yeosang

A lot more mellow with his feelings.

Teases you a lot for how “obsessed with him you are,” especially in front of the members. But when you’re alone? He’s all over you.

Even during times when you're together but aren’t talking and you’re both doing your own thing, he wants you as close to him as possible, usually in his lap or curled up by his side. He just likes having you near.

I feel like you’d be his comfort person and he’d go to you with his problems or worries. He doesn’t expect you to fix everything, he just likes that you listen to him and are always ready to shower him in affection until he’s feeling better.

san

OBSESSED with you fr.

Is always talking about you with the other guys and bragging about something you did. Is a lil annoying about it, but you love him anyway. And all the other members love you too because you make San so happy.

Would always be so sweet to you. Greets you with a kiss, holds doors open for you, rubs his thumb on the back of your hand when he can tell you’re stressed or uncomfortable, and when it’s time to leave he never lets you go without reminding you he loves you and a quick goodbye kiss.

Literally just prime boyfriend material.

mingi

Whipped as hell.

Even after you get together he still can’t believe you’re actually his.

Stares at you a lot, but entranced by how pretty you are and how much he loves you.

Which by the way, he definitely says “I love you” first and when you said it back he looked so happy you thought he might cry.

You definitely would tease him about being head over heels for you and he’d own up to it every time, completely turning it on you and telling you how “you’re so perfect how could I not fall for you?” until you’re the one blushing. 

wooyoung

Genuinely is like a best friend to you.

You trust him so much and you feel so carefree around him. He brings you a sense of comfort.

Very touchy, likes having you in his arms at all times. Likes it when you sleep over just so he can fall asleep next to you.

Is constantly making you laugh.

The two of you together encourage each other’s behavior, meaning you’re everyone else’s worst nightmare, but at the end of the day, the other boys love you because of how much joy you bring. You and Wooyoung together are bright enough to put the sun to shame.

jongho

Very domestic.

I feel like he would want to know you very well before ever making things official, and because of that you have a very deep and understanding relationship from the very beginning.

Likes playing with your hair, whether you’re cuddled up with him watching a movie or you’re in his lap rambling about something.

Sings you to sleep for sure and gets all blushy when you compliment his voice.

I feel like he’d get flustered pretty easily whenever you compliment him in front of the members. It’s harder to get the same reaction when it’s just the two of you, but there are certain things that you know can make him melt, like telling him you love his voice.

[mustainegf]

Hi! I was just wondering if you could so headcanons with 90s James Hetfeild with a reader who has a kid from a past relationship?? If you’re comfortable with it! I just thought it was cute!

Please can people request one shots with Dave and James with kids and/or pregnant reader, I’m SUCH A SUCKER for this stuff

James, being the caring and devoted boyfriend he is, never hesitates to step up and embrace your little toddler as his own from the moment he enters your life

He showers your little one with affection, going above and beyond to make them feel loved and cherished, filling the void left by their absent biological parent

He knows you can be sensitive, the baby’s father leaving when he found out you were pregnant, so he takes this fatherly role incredibly seriously, for both you and baby

He's fiercely protective of both you and your baby, always putting your well-being and happiness first, and making sure your baby actually has a loving childhood

He never makes your child feel like an outsider, integrating them seamlessly into his life

James can't help but beam with pride whenever he shows off your baby to his bandmates. He loves watching their faces light up with joy at the sight of your little one

Kirk always manages to make the baby giggle with his dumb faces

Whenever Metallica is on tour, James insists on having your baby and you accompany him, he doesn’t want to spend a second away from either of you

James loves to sing lullabies to your baby, he’d probably sing nothing else matters, his voice soft as he cradles them to sleep

James is always up for a game of peek-a-boo or hide-and-seek, giggling alongside your baby as they play together and bond over simple yet joyful moments

He teaches your baby to headband, because of course he did

Your baby won’t stop head banging to music now, and James dies laughing every time

On those difficult nights when you feel overwhelmed with guilt and sadness. You feel like James is being forced into this role

He reassures you, reminding you that he chose to be with you and your baby because he genuinely loves and cares for both of you

“Honey, that’s my kid, not by blood. But that’s my child.”

[darkvioletwonderland]

Heartsteel Headcanons { First Impressions, how they fall in love, confession }

Seems people like the headcanons I write, so here's more! I try to be as detailed as I can while also keeping my perception of the characters. I apologize if theres lack of detail, I do write these very late at night. Lmk your thoughts in the comments! Ty if you decide to read! Ps. This one is pretty lengthy so, yeah, keep that in mind.

Ezreal

When it comes to meeting new people, Ezreal is as friendly as they come. But upon meeting you for the first time, he seemed to smile a little more genuinely.

He was quick to find a way to interact with you in some form that wouldn't hinder anyone. It's hard being a rockstar after all, specially a popular and busy one like him. Befriending you was that first step.

He's open and kind, curious to a fault but otherwise respectful of you. The two of you find common ground and become great friends. It's not until a while of many fun events and activities together that he starts to fully fall for you.

There's shyness when he realizes, unsure if to bring it up at all with you was a good move to begin with. He does his best to hide it, but it's inevitable to not act sweet and romantic towars you. Always throwing throwing compliments and giving you support.

In the end, he confesses to you after you had long picked up on the compliments. Afraid but putting up a brave face if you do end up not feeling the same for him. Though his eyes do shine when hearing you feel the same. Showing his affection in the form of a sweet kiss.

Kayn

It's no secret that Kayn upon first encounter is a bit too intense for a person. Let alone with someone who's impulsive and wild like he was. Though upon meeting you, he isn't afraid to show a grin.

He tries to get on your nerves, just to see how far your wit goes. Though he doesn't expect you matching his level in the slightest. That gets you two to become close, causing mayhem to the behest of the other band members (or Yone, as the unofficial mother of the group)

Theres banter and much joy in the chaos you two find yourselves in, Kayn feels alive doing activities with you. It's not surprising when he falls for you because of it.

He doesn't say his feelings, he'd rather shrivel up and hide than say anything at all. Instead, his actions speak more than his words ever could. Leaning on you, always hovering by your shoulder and sometimes even hugging you out of nowhere.

His odd behaviour doesn't go unnoticed, and it takes some pushing in order to even get a "I like you" out of him. He tries to be brave an face you, but also stand close enough to the exit if you end up reject his feelings. He's surprised to say the least when you actually accept his feelings. And he doesn't hold back on showing you just how much you mean to him. Using bites a a sign of affection.

K'sante

K'sante is used to being a talkative person when it came to being around people, being always quite open to conversation. Having to be that interactful person for the sake of Yone most times. Though seeing you for the first time, he felt like he could give an entire TED talk.

His approach is like a host at a house warming party, wanting to get to know you and what you do for a living. Actually taking the time to meet and understand who you are. You two become quite close.

With him, theres always a story to tell or a topic to talk about. He enjoys listening and commenting on everything you wholeheartedly tell him. It takes him time to truly connect the dots that he's actually fallen for you.

His behaviour towards you doesn't change too much, but he does become more of a gentleman in a sense. Keeping a nice apperance, wearing cologne, opening the door for you among other actions.

There is a point where the two of you get into the conversation about partners and love when K'sante confesses his love for you. Keeping himself humble and reassuring you nothing will change if you don't like him back. But when you show him that you do, he becomes the luckiest man on earth. Holding you close and kissing you passionately.

Aphelios

Although being unable to talk to others, Aphelios finds ways to be entertaining for everyone in a room. Mostly playing instruments. Though when seeing you for the first time, he did look to try a little harder than usual.

With the help of Alune, he is able to communicate with you a little and actually share contact information with you. That's how he's able to get to know you and become great friends with you.

He's attentive and empathetic, always listening to everything you say or text him. Finding beauty in your mutual appreciation for eachothers interests. As well as quickly finding how hard he's fallen for you.

Of course Aphelios is extremly good at hiding his feelings. Though you do notice how quick his response time is to you, always answering seconds after you texted him. Sharing with you music he knows you'd enjoy as much as him.

When you two are together one day though, he does give you a hand written note. It's his confession. Patiently waiting for you to read it through although nervously. Unsure if you'd actually accept someone like him at all. But he does become surprised when in the same silent manner, you return the feeling writing an affirmation on the back of the paper with a smile. Aphelios' expression of joy could be louder than a thousand word. But trapped within silence, he simply shows it with a gentle kiss.

Sett

Sett thrives interacting with others and just being silly all the while. He's big man after all, having to show off in some way. But meeting you for the first time, he became even more silly.

He quick to make jokes and find something to talk about. All to befriend you and make you smile. He likes making friends and making them smile in some way.

You two find have fun in the most mundane things and enjoy working out in your own paces. Such joy of life doesn't go unnoticed by a happy guy like Sett. He falls for you and it's impossible to get you out of his head.

Unlike everyone, it's super obvious that he likes you. His face red everytime you even as smile his way. Stuttering slightly when you ask him if he's okay.

Sett ends up confessing pretty quickly after noticing. Apologizing if he accidentally made things uncomfortable. Though when you affirm that it's okay and that you feel the same, he is overjoyed. Picking you up and spinning around with you, laughing and kind of crying too at the same time. All from happiness tho.

Yone

Yone is used to keeping up a professional apperance, it's become second nature at this point. To leave a good impression for the band's sake. But when interacting with you for the first time, he did a check on the charm box.

His demeanor and way of talking got the two of you to talk for quite some time, even to the point of exchanging contact information. The frienship blossomed well

Yone wasn't much of a texter and he let that known quickly. So instead of texting, you two called eachother every now and then to share ideas and talk about life in general. Yone was at peace knowing someone like you was around, so it wasn't a full surprise to him when he noted a development in the way he saw you.

He didn't let anything show, keeping up apperances and interacting with you like normal. Though you did start to notice how he'd smile at you whenever you were together.

Sitting you down face to face, he does eventually confess his long held feelings for you. Assuring you that even if you don't reciprocate them in the same romantic way, he'd still care for you as a friend like normal. He does seem glad when you affirm them, bringing you close and expressing how much this means to him in loving whispers.

[skullpie]

OHMYGOD NEW BLOG THAT WRITES FOR TWO OF MY FAVOURITES??:!189( SCREAMS

anyways is it okay if you just do some silly relationship hcs with joonyeong (aouad) and jaeheon (sweet home) separately I WILL LITERALLY CRY TEARS OF JOY

relationship hcs x

joonyeong x reader; jaeheon x reader (separate)

summary: relationship hcs for joonyeong (aouad) & jaeheon (sweet home)

warning(s): series typical warnings!

note(s): anon based on this request i think u have a type.. side eye.. can’t blame u tho uptight dorks with wire framed glasses are hot ! hope u enjoy lovely :) and ty for being my first request on this blog!! i thought i’d have to put some fics out before i got any so this is rly encouraging. i appreciate you!

joonyeong

such a little nerd

definitely started out as good friends

absurdly proud of the fact that he has a partner

like… him?? he feels so special

(he is)

study dates where he actually intends to study and you distract him the whole time by begging for kisses and sitting on his lap etc

sometimes he caves, sometimes he doesn’t, he takes his academics seriously

but idk the image of you wrapping your arms around his neck and telling him to take a break with you during exams week.. lord….

“i miss my boyfriend”

“we’ve been together for the past three hours”

“but you’ve not been paying any attention to me! :(“

he does help you with work though, he thinks it’s really important

your parents adore him, they think he’s a great influence on you (even if you’re also great at school)

he’s the type to think the secretly hate him, though, so you often go over to his to spend time with each other

really enjoys going to whatever events you’re involved in

even if he doesn’t understand jack shit about any of it

remembers really specific and small details about you for sure

very eager to introduce you to people as “my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner!”

really proud of you and your relationship–does not try to hide that he’s taken

but he overall prefers private intimacy and affection

and very small, gentle forms of it at that

you can fluster him pretty easily tho

i can definitely see a friendly academic rivals to lovers situation happening

when the virus breaks out he never lets you out of his sight

cliché, but if you’re ever accused of being infected, he’s defending you with his life

when you can’t sleep he holds you, which doesn’t make you sleep but it is comforting

tries his hardest to tell you how important you are to him very often while everything is happening

first (and last) l-word is said when he decides to jump out of the barricade to save everyone (sorry ouch)

jaeheon

wholesome wholesome wholesome

he admires you so much

you probably meet in the elevator

he tries talking to you about his lord and savior–you think it’s really endearing how passionate he is

genuinely believes god sent you to him personally like an angel

just always smiling with you

holding hands everywhere you go

very often being mistaken for a married couple when you’re out and even by neighbors

(hyein starts telling people you’re married, and referring to you as ‘that married couple’)

likes holding your face and just admiring you, pressing little kisses to every spot he can think of

basically worships you

not the type to get flustered, per-say but he does get very hesitant and shy about certain levels of intimacy

hugging you from behind and pressing kisses to your shoulder, up your neck and to the top of your head. omg

just very traditionally romantic in the ways he shows you affection

kissing your hand, getting you flowers often, opening the car door for you, etc

biggest gentleman

when you get locked in the apartment building, he becomes bolder, or at least less hesitant about things

literally would die to protect you (and he does)

is always holding onto you in some way in low-intensity situations

the thought of you asking him to teach you how to use his sword, and he does that cute thing where when he goes to teach you, he stands behind you and holds your hands and arms to show you IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

forehead kisses. that’s it just forehead kisses

when either of you are given a task, he always makes sure to hold you for at least a minute or two before he leaves. in case it’s the last time (sobs)

really good friends with jisu during the lock-in

you two find comfort in each other after he’s gone (NOT LIKE THAT) ((but also maybe like that idk im not the boss of you))

[bootlegramdomneess]

The Bear Season 2 thoughts

After watching The Bear season 2 and letting things marinate, I think I’d like to share my thoughts. First, as a therapist, for me this show perfectly depicts trauma and its effects in its most raw form. It was so uncomfortable and heartbreaking to watch at times, I felt like one of the themes of this season is sacrifice. What are you willing to sacrifice to A. Discover your purpose and B. is it worth sacrificing so much for success? I saw this theme numerous times throughout the season particularly with the Star convo and from Chef Luca when Marcus asked if it is all worth it and the convo Carmy had with uncle Jimmy about the story of failure

 The Xmas episode: This was hard to watch. I had to keep pausing it. Donna is so dysregulated and disturbed. But what I really want to discus and Mikey and Carmy’s dynamic. Mikey is so troubled. He is so unwell. Mikey is Carmy’s hero, but I think Carmy doesn’t see how deeply troubled his brother is. Mikey admires Carmy so much because Carmy was brave enough to get away from the family to pursue his dreams. So heartbreaking.  SO MUCH DYSFUNCTION.

 Claire- Her character wasn’t fully developed, but I feel like maybe it was done purposefully. We are seeing her through Carmy’s eyes and Carmy doesn’t seem to really know how he feels about her, or know her.  He says he’s in love after being forced to choose a feeling, but really he’s only just connected with her. I think perhaps he is equating that feeling of enjoying being with her with love, or maybe even having sex with her with love. He latched onto Claire because she is good at comforting him. Many people who come from dysfunction struggle with this and will latch onto people who appear to be good at this.  He’s with her because he thinks, oh, this is fun and normal. He used the term seeking “FUN” but he is searching for normality without a clue as to what normal is. Even deeper, he’s searching for a true path to becoming a healthy adult.

  Carmy: I empathize with him so much.  I do see Carmy has made some progress. His insight has improved a bit as he recognizes how much trauma he has experienced and how it has manifested in his adult life.  He is trying. He is seeking to change. He has recognized the need to be less emotionally inhibited. His judgement is a little impaired though. He sort of thrives In Chaos. That’s why the alarm going off wasn’t bothering him. That’s why he created this entire scenario by getting in a serious relationship with a stranger. He is so emotionally inhibited: The excessive inhibition of spontaneous action, feeling, or communication, usually to avoid disapproval by others, feelings of shame, or losing control of one’s impulses. inhibition of Positive impulses (e.g., joy, affection, sexual excitement, play); (c) difficulty expressing vulnerability or communicating freely about one’s feelings, needs, and so forth; or (d) excessive emphasis on rationality while disregarding emotions. I think this is his main Schema. Yah boy is messed up and needs some one-on-one therapy. I can go on and on about this. There’s so much. Carmy’s actions are pretty on point for someone coming from trauma, dysfunctional parents, and alcoholic parents. He behavior breathes asshole, but really, he has a deeply wounded, lonely, angry, abandoned and abused inner child and his adult self needs some serious healing.  

 Sydney: I love how they wrote and expanded her character this season.  I love how vulnerable they showed her to be. How hard she worked to deal with the growing anxiety. I felt her loneliness when she was eating that giant sundae alone, but I also loved seeing her in her element. Her dad is an ace. She has such a grounding, funny, hardworking energy.

 Carmy and Sydney: my babies. Their dynamic is so sweet. So genuine. So raw and real. How many times has he had a panic attack and thoughts of Sydney grounded him? Like..sir. I also feel he’s trying to protect Sydney in a way, and I see this in the star conversation. Underneath his words he is saying: I had to give up so much to get this and I don’t want that for you. It’s hell. It’s fucking terrible pressure. You don’t want this, but also not saying it because maybe he doesn’t want to shatter or shit on her dreams and ambitions. The foreshadowing of the growing anxiety she’ll likely face in the next season with the receipt machine going off in her head was telling. I think this is what Carmy is warning her about. I love when she jokingly teases him. I appreciate how he notices things about her: “you like making people happy.” I like that she calls him out and communicates her needs to him. This is a slow burn. They’re so awkward. They want to hang out. I don’t think they realize they may have feelings yet or if they ever will. They are so much a like in certain aspects but so different in how they view the world because of how they were raised.

Lastly, Richie is the MVP for me this season. I have a soft spot for him.