#you will prove me wrong there probably....

[iamthatonefangirl]

grumpy x sunshine but filthy smut where reader is just his wittle baby :( loves and does anything for her and she’s the same for bucky

baby - nsfw bucky barnes

this might be the softest smut I've ever written in my life. totally got away from me.

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you're wrapped up in his arms, the lights dimmed low. the soft, warm luminescence from the lamp makes you glow like an angel, he thinks.

you are an angel. you have to be, because how could you be real?

you are ethereal, a beam of joy and happiness for him in a world that is otherwise nothing but a void of endless nothingness and despair. you can do absolutely no wrong in his eyes; he'll defend and protect you until the day that he dies.

he's got you in his lap, wrapping his arms around your torso to keep you close. you dangle your arms over his shoulders, lazily wrapping them around his neck.

your foreheads are pressed softly together, the act so intimate and full of love it makes you feel like you’re one.

he's just barely moving you back and forth, keeping you oh so close to him while you moan lowly at the pressure of him buried inside you.

he breathes in your scent, just feeling the way you make his whole body soar with love and the surge of happiness that runs through him like a never-ending jolt of electricity.

~~~

when you met him, you were told to expect the worst. you were briefed that he doesn't talk to anyone, doesn't leave his apartment except for work, etc. you were mentally prepared for the antisocial homebody you had been forewarned about, but you weren't nervous. you would just be yourself and hope for the best.

but when you met him, he wasn't staring at you like everyone said he would. yes, he was staring at you, but not with the rage of a thousand suns like you anticipated. his eyes were wide open in... curiosity?

he was shy, but he shook your hand no problem.

internally, he was a wreck. he was melting just from seeing your smile, something that had never happened to him before. he was stunned into silence. sure, he never really made the effort to speak to anyone else anyways, but you?

how was he supposed to talk to a pretty girl like you?

he would only embarrass himself, or look like a pathetic loser, or maybe you had made your decision about him before you met him. maybe you already hated him, and he didn't even stand a chance.

he knew how his demeanor came off; he didn't care what people thought of him. ideally, they wouldn't perceive him at all. the dream life would be to work, stay in the shadows, and never have to speak to another soul again.

but you... god, you were just something else. he wanted to say more to you than he had, he wanted to prove to you that he was more than the angry, people-loathing person everyone else probably told you he was.

after your first meeting, he felt a fool. he blubbered and stuttered like an idiot, and Sam smacked his shoulder and chuckled as you walked away. he scowled at him and stalked off, as usual.

he was just a hateful person. no reason for you to think he could be more than that.

~~~

"you're so pretty, sweetheart," he whispers to you, taking in the sight in front of him. your eyes are shut so softly, relishing in the way he's making such gentle love to you. it's almost sickening how sweet the scene is.

he brings a flesh hand to your cheek, cradling your face in his palm. brings new meaning to "his whole world in the palm of his hand."

"oh, baby," you mumble to him, moving your hips against him a little, neediness taking over your mind. "Bucky, baby, my baby..."

"come on," he whispers. with your eyes closed, you don't see the way his face pinks up. "I'm not a baby. you are my baby," he says, adjusting his grip on you, keeping his hands pressed against your soft skin. his fingertips dip into your flesh ever so softly, making sure not to hurt you. he'd go to the ends of the earth to protect you, rip out anyone's spine for you...

"but you are my baby," you whisper back to him, eyes still shut. your voice is a soft whine as you slowly move back and forth. "you’re my baby, Bucky. my baby, my Bucky, all mine..."

your words send him into a spiral. him? your baby? he's fucked.

"would... would you say it again?" he says, so low in the back of his throat, the words are barely audible.

"you're my baby," you repeat, and he somehow pulls you even closer, as if you're not already as close together as humanly possible.

"and you’re mine, sweetheart,” he tells you as he begins to move you both, still keeping you pressed tightly against him as he lays you on your back and begins to move his hips between yours so slowly and perfectly. “god, I love you,” he breathes.

you let out a soft little cry. "shh, pretty baby, I'm here," he says to you, his tone just a little higher, the way it shifts only around you. "you know I'm here. I'll always be here. just let me take care of you, my baby.”

~~~

every time you spoke to him him after your initial meeting, he felt like his entire reality was warped. time seemed to speed up, moving way too fast whenever he got the chance to speak to you. it was never enough time.

he found himself smiling, even blushing around you. everyone else was shocked, wondering if the man was on drugs or something with the way he seemed to perk up around you.

but no, no drugs.

you lit up something in his soul that he didn't know was possible.

no matter how scared he was, how convinced he was that you were going to say no, he knew he cared too much about you to not make the effort. he was so deeply in love with you to not ask you.

and if you said no, he would deal with it the same way he dealt with everything else: by pretending he didn't care and falling deeper into his hatred for the world.

lucky for the both of you, when he asked you out, you said "yes!" with a vibrant smile and a small spring in your step. he thought he would never be happier than he was in that moment.

oh, but he was wrong. that moment when he got down on one knee, and saw the way your face lit up in pure delight and excitement as you exclaimed, "yes, yes, yes!" over and over again?

that was the happiest moment of his life.

~~~

he reaches down to where your hands are now interlaced, running his fingers over the metal band on your ring finger. he proceeds to bring your hand to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles, to the permanent mark he's now left on your skin, forever.

a beautiful diamond for the most beautiful girl in the world.

having you, here, under him. it's the biggest privilege of his life to call you his, and he's going to spend the rest of his life trying to prove that he deserves to have you.

"you feelin' good, baby?" he whispers to you, cupping your face in his hand once more. "tell me what you need. anything at all, it's yours."

you shake your head. "it's perfect, baby..." you whine, lifting your hips to meet his.

"you ready for me to make you come, baby?" he asks, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"yes, please, James," you ask him, and he brings his lips to your neck.

"no need for pleas, baby, I'm gonna give you everything you want for the rest of our lives."

he moves your legs to wrap around his waist and kisses your neck up to your jaw, doubling down on his efforts as he fucks you so sweetly.

"that's my girl. my baby, my fiance," he whispers as though he's speaking to himself. "you're doing so well, babydoll. come for me."

your legs tighten around his waist, trapping his hips against yours as you bear down and reach your release with a cry of his name.

"so beautiful, that's it, baby," he whispers, holding you through it.

"I love you, James," you whisper as you find your breath again.

"oh, baby, you'll never know how much I love you. how much you've changed my life for the better. how afraid I am of the feelings I have for you... and how I'd rather die than run away from the feeling, no matter how much it scares me."

your eyes well up with tears of joy, and he wipes them away with a soft brush of his thumb.

"I'm yours, forever, babydoll," he whispers, and leans in to kiss you like the world depends on it.

because it does. you are his world.

~~~

who am I and what have I done with horny bri. I guess I'm a softie now

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[cairoblair]

taking a break from writing because of finals, but i HAVE to say this

i’m so tired of the zayne hate i see on various social media platforms. tell me you don’t know how to read a character without telling me.

he’s not cold, or emotionless, or unaffectionate. you just don’t know how to understand him or how he loves. he’s sincere in everything he does and says, he doesn’t need PDA or big gestures. he remembers the small things - every single tiny detail.

do i really have to pull out a bunch of zayne quotes to prove my point?

“I will never let the girl I love be brave on her own.”

“I want the eyes I love to only see me.”

“I want to spend the next decade with you.”

“‘Wasting time’ with you is precisely why this vacation will be worthwhile.”

“No one could be happier or prouder than me.”

as far as i’m aware, he’s the ONLY LI to blatantly say that he loves MC. i haven’t seen this in any other interaction. everyone else alludes to it, but zayne says it. 

also, they both say “home,” as if they live together. obviously, we can’t confirm or deny that, but they rarely refer to either one’s place individually. it’s always “home.”

he bought TWENTY COPIES of the magazine MC was in. some for his coworkers, some for his parents, and more than enough for him. like he said, no one could be prouder than him.

and don’t get me started on how people don’t understand his humor. this man is FUNNY.

“Why are you such a meanie…Shouldn’t you be feeding me next month?

“All right.”

“…Did I hear that wrong? What did you just say?”

“You didn’t catch that? I suppose you and delicious food aren’t meant to be.”

“No, I heard you! When am I getting my free meals?”

“Wait for my phone call. Even if you eat nothing but air, you can still come over for dinner. A feast may be a bit difficult, but I can afford a few hot pots.”

he is so loving. his top priority is her wellbeing - mental, physical, and emotional. he encourages her to take breaks, to eat properly, to get sleep. he’s her doctor, yes, but he goes out of his way to help her do these things.

and need i remind you that he was tortured by Astra for probably hundreds of years simply for loving her? do you think that stopped him? take a look at the Foreseer’s jasmine field. he never stopped loving her, he couldn’t if he tried. he doesn’t want to stop.

so do not sit here and try to argue that zayne doesn’t care, or that he doesn’t feel things deeply, simply because he doesn’t love the same way you do.

p.s. zayne is also the only one with a typical family dynamic. he still speaks with his parents regularly, and sees them occasionally. he’s probably the most “normal” out of all of the LIs. don’t tell me you don’t like him just because he’s stable…😀

[heartsforjh]

okay sooo this is actually a post for Willys birthday, but i feel very sick again so it’s late. so sorry ☹️ nevertheless, hope you love it! 🫶 happy birthday to Willy!

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Willy doesn’t enjoy his birthdays. That’s perfectly clear to you. You’ve been together for almost 2 years now. He’s always expressed that he hates his own birthdays, but you didn’t understand fully until last year when he turned twenty-eight, and he seemed miserable. 

Today, Willy is in a terrible mood. It hurts your heart to see. He doesn’t even want to acknowledge that it’s a special occasion in any way. You’re determined that this birthday is going to be different. That’s why… you planned a surprise party for him! Surely, this’ll give him the excitement he deserves to experience. So, you begin your plan. 

Step One: Get him out of the house somehow. 

“Willy, I don’t feel good,” you whine, trying to make this convincing. 

“Well, get over here,” he frowns, motioning for you to come over. You sit next to him on the couch, and he feels your head. “Yeah, you’re kind of warm. You take any medicine?” 

“I have, but it’s not kicked in yet. It’s bothering me because I still haven’t even finished my errands for today,” you say, really topping it off with a disheartened sigh at the end. 

Willy moves his hand to stroke your cheek. “What are they? I’ll do them for you. Just stay here and get some rest.” 

You smile. You knew he’d take the bait. He’s too sweet not to. 

“It’s only two things, don’t worry,” you start. 

He stops you right there. “I wasn’t worrying. I’ll do whatever you need me to a million times if it’ll help you feel better.” 

You’re caught off guard by the random pledge to take care of you, but of course, it’s welcomed. 

You smile. “That’s very sweet. Thank you, babe. It’s just getting eggs, milk, and bread from the grocery store, and cashing that check from earlier.” 

“That’s easy,” he says, immediately getting up and grabbing his keys. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, and strokes your hair. “You gonna be alright while I’m out?” 

You nod. “Yeah, don’t worry about me. I’m probably just gonna take a nap.” 

“Good. Call me if you need anything. I’ll be right back,” and with that, he’s out the door. 

Step Two: Call for backup. 

You grab your phone and send a quick text to the group chat you’ve made with Willy’s teammates and friends. 

“okay guys you’re good to come over now” 

Admittedly, in any other context, that seems weird. However, you absolutely will not be able to decorate this house on your own. 

Step Three: Prepare. 

You start the process of making the house more festive, and only stop when you let each person in. By the time everyone is at your place, there’s a system going. Everyone is helping with different jobs, and it’s all going by quickly. 

Once everything is done, you thank everyone for helping. Joseph Woll, a teammate of Willy’s, comes to you with a question. “Are we gonna hide and yell ‘surprise’ at him?!” 

“That’s corny,” his other teammate, Aston, chimes in. 

You shoot him a glare. “Hey! I think that’s a great idea, actually. We’ll all hide before he gets here!” 

Joseph smirks over at Auston after he was proved wrong. The next hour and a half consists of you watching William’s location like a hawk. His car finally begins to turn onto the long street to your house and you yell for everybody to hide. 

You run to turn off the lights in the kitchen and living room, before hiding behind the kitchen island where all the little treats you’ve set out are. You can see Mitch and Auston across the way, under the dining room table—somehow both fitting under there. They laugh and whisper to each other the entire time that everyone else’s hearts are beating, waiting for Willy to come in. 

The moment the door starts to click it goes silent. 

Step 4: Party. 

William opens the door and flicks the light switch, calling out. “Babe?” 

“Surprise!” the room erupts with loud voices. 

He flinches, stumbling back with a terrified look on his face until he realizes he’s not being ambushed. His expression changes to a smile. Then, he begins to laugh. If he decided he didn’t really want a party, you’d be satisfied just because of that reaction right there. 

“What are you guys doing?!” he asks, still surprised, and still laughing. 

You smile almost just as big, and wrap him up in a hug. “Surprising you! Thought that would’ve been pretty obvious by now, honey.” 

“Oh, yeah. Very funny,” he jokes back. 

After a bit, everyone starts to get settled. People are chatting, people are chilling, people are eating, and you walk up to Willy when he finishes up talking to one of his buddies. 

“Hi. Do you like the party?” you ask. It’s a simple question, yet his answer means the world to you. You hope you didn’t overstep, or make him uncomfortable in some way. 

Willy takes a deep breath in and exhales, your smile immediately dropping. “I love it. Usually, I don’t like people to make a big deal of it, but this is… I love this. 

It’s your turn to exhale now, letting out a relieved breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “Don’t scare me like that! I’m glad you love it, though. That makes me very happy.” 

“Yeah, you did good. This is actually fun for me,” he says with a big smile, surprised himself. 

You just nod. You could watch him smile and laugh for hours and never get tired of it. “Opinion on birthdays turned around, or do I have to throw some crazy, extravagant parties still?” 

“Definitely changed my opinion,” he chuckles. “My birthdays don’t seem so useless anymore.” 

A grown immediately grows on your face. “Useless? Why would they be useless?” 

“Just not really anything special, I guess,” he shrugs. 

Him saying that breaks your heart. “It’s the day you were born! That’s something that should be celebrated. You get to reflect on how far you’ve come, and… you should be proud of yourself.” 

“Yeah?” he asks, a hint of cockiness in his tone. He seems nonchalant about the whole thing when in reality, he’s touched. He’s never had anyone do something this thoughtful for him before. More times than not, they see he’s not a fan of his own birthday and don’t think twice about it. No ones tried to change that.  You press a kiss to his lips, mirroring his smile. “Yeah.”

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[chenouttachen]

it's time for me to sink my teeth into our first brotherly bonding session of season two (in episode one no less!)

firstly, it's equal parts heart warming and breaking to know that whilst jeff has opened himself up to alan and their relationship, the first person he goes to with problems is still charlie. after everything they've been through and the connections they've made, jeff still heralds his brother as his home base. (and yes, i have a lot of thoughts and feelings about jeff not wanting to tell alan about everything, but we're parking that to focus on my favourite adoptive/traumatised brothers).

from the get-go it's clear that jeff and charlie have both come a long way since last season. charlie has established himself in his post-s1 life so comfortably that he doesn't even think to be worried. he's vocal about his desire to stay with babe and be there for him, but aware enough that he doesn't shoot jeff down completely. jeff is far more confident too. last season when discussing their powers and plans, he was all-too willing to let charlie's word be final, to go along with his brother's plans. he also would have taken a step back when charlie didn't immediately latch onto the conversation - he would have agreed to drop it and continued to deal with the issue on his own. here, he's able to assert himself and get charlie's attention.

that doesn't mean jeff isn't anxious though, because he is. it's coming off him in waves. he makes a show of ensuring no one can overhear them, and it's enough to raise alarm bells for charlie. at first it's a little annoyance, wanting to move back to babe as fast as possible, but when he really sees jeff's hesitance, his protective nature starts to kick in. he still wants to be the person jeff comes to.

jeff doesn't beat around the bush - he knows something's up and he's scared. charlie wants to take it in stride; he's a little taken aback at first, but tries to minimise the damage. he doesn't want to undermine jeff, but he's hesitant to jump to conclusions. life's only just got back on track for them all and although he knows that jeff wouldn't come to him if it wasn't important, part of him just wants to believe that his brother is catastrophising.

jeff makes it clear that no, he's not leaping to the worst-case scenario. he's waited it out, he's thought about it, and he's come to the conclusion that something is really wrong and he needs to tell charlie about it. he's always been uncomfortable talking about himself, and he's never been one to mince his words, and he needs his brother to understand that this is serious. charlie is leading the charge in weird power world, and if anyone can help jeff, it's him. and you can see the moment that it sinks in for charlie, that his little brother is in trouble. he's not panicking, or overstepping, but there's a tension to him that we haven't seen all episode.

charlie wants to help, and, as usual, wants to put people at ease. so he focuses on what he knows. there is help coming to the lab, they're making progress with the drug, and he wants to comfort jeff in this knowledge.

but jeff has another bomb to drop, because it's not just that the drug isn't working and that things are changing. it's the uncertainty of it all. he's always had full confidence in his powers, always known them to be brutal, reliable and inescapable. but what he's been seeing and experiencing, doesn't add up and he doesn't feel like he can trust himself any longer.

and this is the kicker. this is probably the driving factor in jeff not wanting to talk to alan about what's happening. not only does he not want alan to worry about him (because yeah, the nosebleeds and new visions are scary), but he doesn't want to hurt the pack. charlie is the only other person in this delightfully fucked up little family who doesn't have that long, complicated connection to way. jeff knows just how insane it sounds to have seen way, and his little pause before he tells charlie only proves how conflicted he feels. he needs charlie to believe him, to make him understand that something is so very very wrong with him and his powers. but he's scared of the implications. either his visions are showing him something that isn't real and he can no longer trust himself or his body, or it is real and someone his loved ones loved his back, but he doesn't know how or why. and he can't tell alan or anyone else until he knows because he doesn't want to hurt them. and charlie is shocked, but it's not disbelief. it's the understanding that they're on the precipice of something big.

and it puts as right back at the beginning of season 1: charlie and jeff against the world, brought together by a vision that threatens their fragile peace.

[water-bottle-dont-sip]

As promised! A knuckles siren/pirate design (with the help of lovely @crowstealer once again) meme below bc I love knuxouge

Knuckles is an interesting case in this AU bc he didn’t start as a siren. Him and his family were a group of pirates that had set out on the journey to find the master emerald (it’s still an emerald in this AU but the chaos emeralds are the chaos scales)

Knuckles was told to stay on the ship and to let his family take care of it. He didn’t listen. He snuck off to find the emerald and prove himself, to prove to his family that he was strong enough to hold his own.

However when he found the emerald something went…wrong. The minute he held it in his arms something shifted.

Waves started beating the ship that had almost Knuckles entire clan on it, tidal waves threatened to sink it and sea creatures not before seen as a threat began to beat at the sides of the old wood.

Knuckles was put in a tough position. He could try to help his family and leave the emerald, or he could keep the emerald safe and sacrifice his family.

Neither of these came to pass however as he was instead put in the presence of what appeared to be a goddess. She held a chaos scale in one hand, spinning it with a blatant carelessness only found in someone who didn’t fear what they could lose.

She spoke to Knuckles and gave him one choice, one he was unable to refuse.

“As a consequence of trying to take this emerald, you shall be subject to the same fate as the others. That same fate as me.”

“And once you are, the waves will calm, and the creatures will leave. So, accept your fate.”

And so as a result of trying to prove himself, of just wanting to prove he could be strong, he was subject to live as a siren for the rest of eternity. The emerald becoming apart of him as he lived a fate he despised.

Gosh I did not mean to write all that! I will probably expand in more depth if I actually decided to make this a fic 🤷

[seriallcver]

Jamie chuckled, his eyes narrowing playfully as he leaned a little closer to Brynn. "Twice your size, huh? Guess you're not wrong there, shorty," he teased, his voice low and warm. But her next words softened him completely, pulling a more genuine smile from him as he glanced her way. "You'd take care of me? Even when I do dumb shit like willingly eat pineapple-jalapeño pizza?" He bumped his shoulder lightly into hers. "Dangerous offer, Brynn. I might just hold you to that." He took another bite, half out of pride, half because it really wasn't as bad as it sounded. "Alright, verdict's in. It's weird, but it's also not... Bad? Don't look at me like that. I'm just as surprised as you are." Her comment about making it up to him pulled a smirk to his lips, his eyes flicking toward her with that look she was probably getting used to by now—half challenge, half flirt. "Oh, I'm sure you'll come up with something. And I'll make sure to be on-duty next time, just so you know the muscles are real." When she leaned in closer, dabbing gently at his chin, he stilled just enough to soak in the moment, how simple and stupidly sweet it was. The kind of thing that would've made him roll his eyes once, but now had him feeling something entirely different. "You know," he began, catching Brynn's wrist gently in his bigger hand when she finished, "I don't think you being 'too much trouble' is even possible. You're the exact kind of chaos I never knew I needed." He brought her hand to his lips, brushing a light kiss across her knuckles before letting go and shifting the pizza box a little closer to her. "Now eat more pizza before I carry you to bed just to prove a point... Again."

❝ as if i could stop you even if i tried. you are more than twice my size, if you get a stomachache you'll just have to deal with the consequences of your actions. ❞ brynn spoke, doing her best to put up some kind of tought front, but her resolve was quickly crumbling as she smiled. ❝ if you didn't feel well i would take care of you. even if it was because you made a wrong choice. ❞ and she'd meant it, but not just with the pizza. brynn already knew that she'd do anything she could to make sure he was looked after, figuring it was the least that she could do for him.

she had been a few bites of pizza in before reaching for a napkin, wiping at her mouth. ❝ a gentleman, a hero, speaking pretty highly of yourself over there, i guess i'll just have to find some other way to make it up to you. ❞ though she made a mental note about the 'off-duty' comment, to bring that up later. as he picked up his slice she watched him, waiting for his reaction. ❝ when you decide let me know, because now i'm interested. ❞ finishing off her slice, brynn wiped at her hands before settling back against the couch, relaxing into it once more. ❝ i know, and not just because you keep telling me. but i'm happy to be here too. with you. under this warm blanket. it's really kind of mundane, but i love it. promise that i won't be too much trouble, just enough to keep you on your toes. ❞ the girl grinned before she moved closer to him, bringing her hand up, napkin tucked between her fingers as she wiped at a stray dash of pizza sauce on his chin.  

[hunhoonie]

ᦾ FIREWORK ! ୨୧

⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❛ that moment when our eyes met- ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ bang, bang,fireworks bloomed in the sky ❜

⭑ in which heeseung confess .ᐟ lhs x gn!reader #tw: mentions of drugs! ++ main character goes thru symptoms of a panic/anxiety attack; encounter with a agressive man ( nothing serious happens tho ) ʬʬ word count: 0.8k

you had been so excited for this party to come all week. despite not being as regular to these events as you had been during your freshman year due to the increasing and dangerously tilted montain of assignments pilling on your dorm desk, you accepted the invitation (obligation) to this one; under the premise, on jake's words, of 'the greatest party of the semester'.

you had met on your first period of uni and never looked back ever since, so his criteria was certainly relevant to you. besides, after all your finals and the ridiculously hot june you had to endure during lectures; you told yourself a change of routine for once wouldn't be bad.

what you certainly didn't expect was to be lost and alone in the middle of the crowd, which was clearly way to big for the existing space inside the house. your eyes panicked across the room, afraid of the constantly increasing mob and looking desperately for a way out.

as soon as you located the nearest exit, which you could only assumed to be a sliding glass door towards the backyard, you tried to skip the people and get there. of course, that wasn't as easy as it sounds.

you could feel the different fabrics rubbing against your skin; the strong smell of alcohol, sweat and substances you probably wouldn't like to identify getting on your nose; the pushes of taller, stronger frames than your own making you stumble along the way. your breathe became a little heavier.

just when the distance between you and the getaway from the unberable, thick air became closer and hopeful, an obstacle blocked your view.

"hey" the man spoke, his lingering tone unveiling his intentions right away "have we met before?"

no, you haven't, and you were honestly thankful. his dark gaze glanced up an down your figure, suddenly making you feel self aware amid the previous agitation.

"i really have to get somewhere right now. so, if you excuse me" you didn't want to be rude. not on account of the guy's self esteem or something alogn those lines, but because his twitching mouth and flaring nostrils instantly told you 'a few drinks' wasn't the only thing he had consumed that night. at this point, your head was pounding.

you tried to pacifically surround him, but he moved to get once again in front of your way. great, back to square one.

"my boyfriend is waiting for me outside" you inmediately blurted out. if you had learned something over the years, if that violent men respect other manly figures. even though that was a incredibly obsolete mentality and a even greater big, fat lie; the boyfriend-card had never proved you wrong. at least, not until now.

"oh, he is?" he got closer to you, the stench of his breathe making your eyes glossy "and who is that boyfriend of yours?"

the word panic fits to small to describe the feeling you contained at that second. sure, you could came up with a random name, but at that moment you were feeling so saturated that you couldn't think straight.

"hey, i was looking for you" you felt a sleek arm sneaking at your waist "thanks for keping my girl company" he nodded at the stranger with a tight expression, pulling you away from him.

it wasn't until that moment that you clearly took a look at his face, your stiff spine suddenly relaxing as he guide you towards the outside. the fresh air of the night died your nerves down, letting you unconsciously gasping.

"are you okay?" heeseung asked; his dark eyes showing concern, his hand still resting on the small of your back.

"thank you for that, you didn't have to"

heeseung raised an eyebrow at your statement "do you think i'm some kind of monster to leave you with that?"

"no, of course! not at all!" you exclaimed "i mean, i don't know you that much but jake always tells me good things about you-"

"chill, i was just joking" he chuckled lightly. and oh, his laugh was adorable. the both of you stood there, way too close for just two acquaintances; though neither of you seemed to care "wanna know a secret?" he suddenly uttered.

"jake's always putting on a good word for me cause i asked him to do so" he spoke softly, your gazes connecting in a state of ecstasy.

neither of you were completely sober, which is probably why the following words came so easy to you "i kept asking him to tell me more, though"

he blinked, not fully processing the information. an almost childlish grin creeped into his face after a few seconds.

"does that mean you would like to go on a date with me?" he blurted out, his ears reddening in embarrasment.

but you never noticed cause your eyes never left his, as you witnessed dazzled how his orbs transformed into crecent moons when you rapidly nodded in agreement right before pulling him in.

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[chaosblast]

i'm not sure if you've already moved past talking about the DM leaks that kc posted (and deleted like the coward she is) but i just wanted to point out that it's SO clear that she cherrypicked what DMs she released. even someone like me, a guy who has never consumed any of her content and heard about it via a friend who did, could tell what her intentions were with the DM leaks. it's so obvious that she wanted to throw you and the other person under the bus in an attempt to say "hey i might be gross but look at these people i definitely did not manipulate they also did this thing!" despite you now being blatantly outspoken about how wrong it was.

i also wanted to briefly touch upon how defensive kc got regarding freakycare/the secret au/her trauma. i genuinely don't think that she's ever going to improve from her current state as i think she's content where she is. she claims that this stuff is meant to help her cope but the whole point of coping is to eventually move on and recover. people like her (traumatized people who turn to proshipping) never actually seem to start their recovery phase and will instead purposefully stunt themselves just so they can continue to get away with their gross behaviors relatively scot free.

i also saw that kc said that her therapist knows about and encourages her freakycare blog (or something relating to it) and all i've gotta say is that no respectable therapist would recommend for a victim to draw/write about their trauma and post it PUBLICLY. privately? sure. but not publicly. even if kc truly does use her au and her new blog as a coping method, that does not guarantee that every single person who views it does too. there is a 100% chance that there are people who use it as wank material. if her therapist story is true, she desperately needs to seek a different one.

genuinely the best thing to do regarding kc would be to continue to warn people about her, get her freakycare blog wiped and drive her into some dark recess of the internet and away from other traumatized/vulnerable individuals.

sorry for such a wordy message but i just wanted to share my perspective as an outsider looking in. feel free to ignore this ask if it oversteps your boundaries/makes you uncomfortable. i wish you the best while you and the other victims heal from this ^^

i appreciate your perspective!! it could help people who are having trouble seeing the manipulation for what it is, since it's subtle if you're not versed in that kind of behavior. i think the therapist probably doesn't know the full story, or, if they do, they're purposely placating kc due to how unstable kit seems to them (which is something therapists do). and no, kc definitely isn't going to improve. bc she's only gotten worse. she wasn't like this at all when i knew her. now she's throwing around how much kit hates antis when before kit was strongly in the middle. or maybe she just lied to me. who knows. a mutual friend told her of her grooming of me, claimed she was receptive, but the crashout that happened like three or four days later proves the exact opposite. kit will never be sorry for what happened to me, especially not with her gaggle of goons circlejerk hating me in particular like it's their fulltime job. i'm fine with that. people know what happened and support me. but i do hope one day kc looks back and at least feels bad. that's really the least i could ask for.

[lilisouless]

I have been thinking about the fanservice of RoW and coming to some conclusions:

Ketterdam as a whole doesn’t work, it’s filling and pointless , in fact it sort of rude because Leigh uses Wylan to check on David’s work when she could have used Nadia but walked over her for fanservice’s sake (meaning,instead of trying too hard to make her important like normally does,she is doing a conscious effort to highlight how little she cares about her)

Alina & Mal are complicated because they sort of work but only on the sense of the storyline that is linked to another fanservice character that , to me, doesn’t work and takes off page space . Now Alina as a passing the torch character does work enough as well as being present in the coronation

And Inej, just like her show self so take that what you want it, Inej DOES work. Her presence is fanservice but has a purpose in Zoya’s relationship with the Suli. Before I read the book I thought it was going to be bad , Inej sucking up to Zoya and Nikolai despite not being even wanting on the same space as the triumvirate in CK but I was wrong,her being on coronation means that Zoya’s new deals with the Suli have spread and Inej is there to prove (and probably make sure) that there really was going to be a change, it closes two things about both her and Zoya. So not only it’s a fanservice that works,is one that makes the narrative better (again,just like on the show, this girl is on fire)

There could have been something I didn’t see or remember so my opinions might as well be invalid

[sunandflame]

Analysis: Paulie as a Lover

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1021

Pairing: Paulie x GN!Reader

crossposted on AO3

1. Loyal to a Fault

Paulie is fiercely loyal—to Iceburg, to the Galley-La Company, and to the people he respects. That loyalty would extend just as fiercely to a romantic partner. He’s the kind of man who, once committed, would be all in. He wouldn’t be half-hearted or flaky; if he’s yours, he’s yours through thick and thin. You wouldn’t have to question his feelings—he’d prove them in both grand gestures and subtle consistency.

2. Old-Fashioned but Respectful

Paulie’s modesty and his disdain for “immodest” clothing reflect a traditional mindset. But it’s not controlling—it’s more that he gets flustered or protective. As a lover, he might struggle initially with affection that’s too forward or revealing, but he wouldn’t shame his partner. He’s the type to avert his eyes and stammer “You shouldn’t dress like that—it’s too… distracting,” while clearly dying inside from how gorgeous you look.

He'd want to be the provider or protector in a relationship, and might take pride in being someone his partner could rely on. He’d likely thrive in a dynamic where mutual respect and stability are central.

3. Emotionally Honest (Eventually)

Paulie is passionate and outspoken, and while he doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve romantically, he doesn’t bottle things up when it matters. If something was wrong in the relationship, he’d speak up—but probably awkwardly at first. His frustration or affection might come out in gruff, almost comedic ways: “Tch… I can’t get anything done with you lookin’ at me like that.” But beneath that, there's genuine tenderness. Once he feels safe emotionally, he’d become surprisingly sweet, even mushy—but only in private.

4. Touch-Starved Softie (in Denial)

He’s absolutely the type to act like he doesn’t need affection, but once he gets a taste of it, he melts. A hand through his hair while he’s dozing off? He won’t admit it, but he’ll nuzzle into it. A surprise hug? He’ll freeze, go red, and mutter something like “Jeez, warn a guy next time…”—but won’t pull away.

Behind his rope-swinging bravado is a guy who desperately needs quiet intimacy. He’d be the type to fall asleep with his head in your lap while denying he was even tired.

5. Jealous but Never Possessive

Paulie has strong protective instincts. He might get jealous if someone flirts with you, but he wouldn’t control or question your choices. Instead, he’d sulk for five minutes, then make a dramatic (but low-key cute) effort to reassert his importance: fixing something for you, building something with way too much flourish, or throwing an arm around you while trying to act cool. “Heh. Bet that guy can’t build a boat in two days.”

6. Love Language: Acts of Service + Words (Eventually)

He shows love by doing—fixing things, building things, helping you when you didn’t even ask. He won’t always say “I love you” first, but you’ll know it by how he always makes sure you’re warm, safe, and never left behind. Over time, the words will come too—but always when they mean something. No fluff. “You’re the one thing I’d drop my tools for.”

7. Lowkey Romantic—But Embarrassed by It

Paulie wants to be romantic, but he gets embarrassed easily. He’d plan something sweet—like fixing up a quiet seaside deck to stargaze with you—but play it off like it was no big deal: “Just finished repairs out here. Thought you might like the view, that’s all.” If you called him out for being sweet, he'd grumble, but deep down he loves when you notice his effort. He’s the kind of man who gives handmade gifts, even if they’re a little rough around the edges.

8. Deep Respect for Independence

While Paulie is protective, he also respects people who pull their weight and stand on their own. He’d fall hardest for someone with a backbone—someone who challenges him, holds their own in a debate, or surprises him with their cleverness or grit. He doesn’t want a pushover; he wants a partner. He’d admire someone who works hard, and he’d brag about them behind their back.

9. Conflict Style: Loud but Honest

Arguments with Paulie would be loud but short-lived. He doesn’t brood or play games—if something’s wrong, he’ll let it out in the moment. There might be shouting, arm-flailing, dramatic declarations—but no manipulation, no cruelty. Once it’s aired out, he calms quickly and is open to apologizing. He’s emotionally sincere even when upset, and wouldn’t walk away just because things get heated.

10. Acts Protective—but is Vulnerable Inside

He wants to be your shield—your rope-swinging knight in sawdust-covered armor—but there’s a lot of pressure behind that. Underneath the bravado is a man who sometimes feels not good enough, especially around people with greater power (like Franky or the Straw Hats). Your love would mean the world to him because it reassures him that he is enough, just as he is.

11. Ride-or-Die Energy

If you're hurt, threatened, or wronged? Paulie’s going to lose it. He’s the guy who runs headfirst into danger for you, no second thoughts. He might not be the strongest fighter in the world, but his loyalty makes him relentless. He’d pick fights he can’t win for your sake—and do it proudly. “I don’t care if he’s a Warlord—I’ll break his damn face.”

12. Not the Best with Words—but Always Tries

He may fumble his confessions, say dumb things when nervous, or get tongue-tied when trying to express big emotions. But he’ll try. If he sees you upset, he won’t ghost you—he’ll blurt something out, even if it’s awkward. “I—Look, I don’t know what I’m supposed to say, but I don’t want you going to bed thinking I don’t care. ‘Cause I do. Way more than I should, maybe.”

13. Long-Term: A Rock-Solid Partner

Over time, Paulie would be the kind of husband or lifelong partner who stays consistent. He might not be flashy or poetic, but he’d be a constant presence. He’d build a life with you plank by plank—secure, loving, grounded. The guy who always comes home, always remembers your tea just how you like it, always fixes the creaky door without being asked. Quiet, loyal permanence.

[thesweetcurse]

There is one pitfall in this community that could literally take your whole joy of living and existing away. When we found out about the law of assumption, we learned the importance of our imagination. Before I knew about the law, imagination was nothing but fiction or fantasy. I wasn‘t aware of its power. One day, I asked myself: ‘‘If I didn‘t know that Imagination creates reality, if I didn’t know about the law of assumption at all, would I still have a hard time imagining without feeling like I‘m delusional or lying to myself?‘‘ No, I would simply imagine. I wouldn‘t have second thoughts or doubts because why would I? I mean I‘m simply imagining whatever I want, right? But when I joined this community, I started to misuse my imaginative power. All of a sudden, I imagined to change my outer world. I imagined to get something. My whole focus was laying on the outside. How funny is that, to do something inwardly only to change it outwardly?

I know that I‘m not alone on this. I know that there are plenty of souls in this community that fell in the same ‘‘imagine to get‘‘-trap. But I‘m here to assure you, my love, that you can easily get out of that unhealthy circle. Just like I did. This is kinda going to be a success story, but I feel like telling you also about my failures will prevent you from doing the same, or it will even help you find out, what you‘re doing ‘‘wrong‘‘. Because there is one thing that I can promise you: If you are suffering along your law of assumption journey, you‘re doing someting wrong. Please don't get it twisted. It's not about feeling good all the time. It's not about being happy 24/7. It's simply about fulfilling. It's about being content with having it within because you are that powerful. It's about realizing that you don't need to have it on the outside to feel it. How wonderful is that? I mean the feeling is so magical when you apply it correctly. If not, you will suffer just like I did. Maybe you are suffering right now.

In my case, the law got frustrating when I only imagined to get something in the 3d. It made me sick to the point that my life became terrible. I got everything I DID NOT want in the 3d. The things that I wanted for myself became other peoples reality. I thought I was in some sort of psychological thriller playing an unlucky character and God wants to test me along the process. I literally thought that everyone was happy winning in life but me.

I asked myself: Why is life getting worse when I imagine only the best for myself? Why am I experiencing the opposite of what I want? Literally the opposite. Well, I'm telling you what I did wrong: I was wasting my time and energy. I imagined because I was hungry for my desires and left my imagination starving even more. I felt empty after giving myself my desires in imagination. And so l became miserable, jealous, sad and I started to gain weight. My social life wasn't fun as it used to be and I didn't want so see anyone.I couldn't sit alone with myself anymore. I constantly had to stimulate myself with my tv, my phone or ipad. I overconsumed LOA content. I probably have read every LOA post on tumblr. My daydreams became my escape from life (Maladaptive Daydreaming). I was no longer functioning and my life went downhill.

One day, I sat with myself. It was difficult and I couldn't stand it. I was so close to grab my ipad and distract my lazy ass when I asked myself this: Do I sincerely believe in the Law of Assumption? Like at all? Do I really believe that all of this is true? Do I really believe that it's a universal law or do l believe that some people succeed and some don't? Sincerely, NO! I didn't believe in all of this at all! I had zero faith, not even a tiny bit. All the time, I was just desperately hoping. I was like "okay, no way that I get what I want but let's give it a try. I don't even want to try beause I'm sure it won't work but maybe one day my desires will decide to show up in my 3d, so let me imagine to prove myself that all of this actually works." This was such a wrong and harmful approach. It messed up my mental health.

So the answer to all questions was no. At that point I had two options: I'm either going to live my life like I used to before LOA or I'm going to read source properly and understand the law. I chose the last option, because even though I had no faith, I knew I was meant to live my life how I want it. I was meant to become the best version of myself, to get the best looks, to get the wealthy family, to get the best grades and so on. I read Neville and Edward, and I also read posts from tumblr that were really helpful. Aphroditeapprenticee was the one that opened my eyes. After reading her posts, I finally understood the law. It was never about getting, it was about being. Being doesn‘t mean seeing it with your eyes or touching it with your hands. It‘s not about being it in the 3d. It‘s about Self. It‘s an internal change. You are not doing, getting or hoping, you are only being. Remember how I said somewhere in the beginning of this post that giving my inner self what I want made me bitter? Well, of course that‘s what I feel when I hoped that having it in the 4d means I can also have it in the 3d. I didn‘t even care about my imagination because the end goal was my physical world. And when I didn‘t see it in my 3d I was expecting the opposite since what I want hasn’t shown up. My love, we can‘t change the 3d. And it is not our duty to do so. It never was. Manifesting was never about the outer world. If you want something in the outer world, than change it with your outer self. You want to lose weight? Okay than go to the gym and eat healthy food. You want to become rich? Study hard, find a high paying job and get that bag. You want a relationship? Ask somebody out. You want to become the best version of yourself? Than work step by step towards that version.But I didn‘t want it this way. I did not want to work so hard for my desires. I didn‘t want to study hard. I wanted to be so smart, that I don’t have to study at all. I wanted to be naturally intelligent. I wanted an old money lifestyle but I didn‘t want to work for years only to live that lifestyle when I‘m old.

Do you understand, I wanted it all now. And who can have all of it at this exact time? Your I AM, your inner self, the one inside you, living in imagination. Because your true self lives in the world of imagination (and stays there!!), it can have anything. Imagination is unconditional. What changed everything for me was looking at imagination from this perspective: We know consciousness/imagination is the only reality, right? We know that 4d=3d. But I got everything I wanted when I said to my self that my 4d is not my 3d. Please bear with me I know it sounds confusing and you don‘t have to do it like me but seeing my imagination as a place that doesn‘t reflect, stopped me from imagining to get something in the 3d. When I imagined, I did it just to feel good. I saw my inner world as one reality in which I‘m god (which is actually true) and then there was my outer world, also a reality on its own. And since I‘m god in my inner world, I could give myself anything I wanted there. I felt so fulfilled because my focus was on being the person I want to be in consciousness. I shamelessly lived in my imagination which was so easy since I no longer believed that 3d reflects 4d. I didn‘t have to wait, I didnt have to hope, because in imagination, everything just is. The burden to change the 3d was completely gone. I was simply imagining to fulfill my hearts desires. I did not expect anything.

Don‘t worry. Imagination still creates reality wether I‘m believing it or not. It‘s an unchangeable fact. But for me, it was easier when I lived by the analogy that my 3d does not reflect my 4d because now, there is nothing to achieve. I no longer used my imagination as a tool to get something, I recognized it as my only true reality. I indentified with my inner self who lives there and gave myself everything I wanted. What happened after that? It showed up in my 3d. From now on, my only priority is to fulfill the inner man. Consciousness is the only reality. It is not a tool to get something, it is the end!

Very important note: I don‘t want to cause any separation. I know I‘m talking about 3d/4d but it‘s all consciousness. When you identify with your inner being, you are not creating a second self or an alter ego. You are identifying with your true self. The Self, that has been there since you were born. When you are fulfilling the inner self, put the 3d out of equation okay my love? The materialization is just a bonus. It’s nothing more. The cause lies in Consciousness. To really accept my Imagination as the only reality, I had to mentally block out the fact that it reflects on the outside because my focus would have been purely on the outside. You don‘t have to do that. The only thing I want you to take with yourself is this: Imagination is not a tool, it is reality. You are not doing to get something on the outside, you fulfill within and that‘s it.

It‘s not: I want money -> I grant my wish in imagination -> somewhere in the 3d it will show up (state of waiting) ❌

It’s: I want money -> I grant my wish in imagination -> I‘m fulfilled that‘s the end congrats✅

It‘s that easy because you are not creating anything, you are not changing the outside. The outside cannot be changed. You are changing Self and Self is not bound to objects. Self does not need proof or confirmation.

[bluerasbunny]

alright, since the last one went swimmingly,

as always, i'll draw the result once the poll is over!

[the-kinning-hour]

I like to think about the impact that being isolated as a teen had on Shigaraki as a person.

I don’t mean angst, not understanding his own feelings or awkward social life. I mean that he definitely has gotten most of his non-hero related facts about society and people from the internet.

imagine; Shigaraki genuinely not understanding the concept of gender or sexuality because he’s only ever seen it discussed in reddit debates. He is baffled when he meets Magne but accepting. That night he searches “how to support trans employee professional easy”

Shigaraki asking Quora, “Why is my father so insistent on me making friends? It makes me uncomfortable. I don’t like people.” And having 20 moms in his replies telling him to get out of his room and join clubs

Shigaraki not knowing basic things about women (seeing as he was not raised around any) and awkwardly googling the phrase “PMS-ing” when Toga complains about cramping, expecting it to be teenage slang and instead going down the rabbit hole of the horrific experience of periods

Shigaraki not knowing why Sako is bowing his head toward Kurogiri and saying “itadakimasu” every time he eats with the League and wondering if the magician is trying to usurp his spot as Kurogiri’s favorite via boot licking

Shigaraki taking a “Do you have autism” quiz on Quotev and expressing his concerns to Kurogiri at 2 am when he scores 100% (he doesn’t know what autism even is)

Overall, I think people don’t take advantage of how funny it could be to interact with the ultimate antisocial dweeb Shigaraki who has a total of zero normal experiences

[frostgnawdraws]

failure and futility

for day 2 of campfire fest! prompt: third eye (and i guess could also count for explosion, or a lack thereof lol) @outerwilds-events

[whoruntheworld-lesbians]

One of my favorite parts of eah is that there is so much ship potential. Literally everywhere. You throw two names together, I'll have a list of headcanons on your desk by Monday.

[princeelectra]

Queer neurodivergent people meeting StEx for the first time: This will be my whole personality for the rest of my life