#i want a Giant silly iced coffee

[deklo]

andrew’s first outing after easthaven tbh

ref/inspo

#happy bday ellie lol #i want a Giant silly iced coffee #imagine this being the sweetest option at dunkin idk #:) #my art #my aftg art #all for the game #andrew minyard #the foxhole court #tfc #aftg fanart #fanart #deklo #nora sakavic

[lotusunset]

Far too many pics of the Palais Garnier (Part Three!)

In October of 2022, I had the extraordinary experience of getting to complete an 15+ year old dream of mine to visit the Palais Garnier. I took a metric fuckton of pictures and now I want to share them with you all, the PotO community!

Before I start dumping, a few things:

Please reblog this post. I usually don’t post a lot, therefore I don’t have a big following. I’d really appreciate people sharing these as much as they can. When I was a dumb kid in ye olden days of the internet, finding a post like this was the sort of thing I would have been hyped up on for weeks. Help spread that kind of joy!

Feel free to use these photos for any sorts of graphics, artistic reference or any other fandom related projects, as long as it’s not for profit. Please just credit me in some way. In fact, I'd love to be tagged to see whatever creations come from sharing all this!

This is part three, which is a continuation of pictures from the interior. I will continue to share information from the tour I took in this post as well. In fact, these are some of my personal favorites, as I never knew about some of these rooms as just some silly American girl on the internet. I hope you guys enjoy these even more than the last!

Part 1 (Exterior) | Part 2 (staircase) | Part 3 (HERE) | Part 4 (stage)

This is the grand foyer, an area that is pretty heavily photographed already. Standing in this room is almost as impressive as the massive staircase. The paintings on the walls and ceilings depict a lot of mythological scenes. In one of them, there is a hidden portrait of Garnier, along with the other artists that were involved in creating the paintings. The doors leading to the 2nd level balcony are located in the grand foyer.

Historically, only the gentlemen were allowed in the grand foyer, as it was seen as a place for them to converse and do business until one night, the Queen of Spain decided that she didn't care about such arbitrary rules. Ignoring it completely, she entered the room. The men all decided to leave, offended that even a queen would dare to encroach on their space. As word traveled around the Opera that night, all the other women soon joined the Queen in the foyer, wanting to see for themselves that she was there. Afterwards, men and women were begrudgingly allowed to mingle.

I found this to be a very interesting room. At the end of the grand foyer, this room was full of sunlight and comparatively simple decorations. The wealthy patrons themselves served as the real decorations of this room, as they would gather here for refreshments! The common folk, while not permitted to enter, would come to simply watch the rich people indulge in lots of expensive treats.

In fact, the menu still hangs on the wall in the form of all the portraits! All the women are holding items that symbolize various food items, tea, coffee, wine, game meat, fish, ice cream, citrus fruits and pastries.

I couldn't help but imagine Raoul taking various treats and sneaking them out to share with Christine.

We weren't allowed to go down this hallway but it just continued to make this place feel like a giant maze.

These two rooms were nearly identical, though on opposite ends of a hallway. A few mistakes were made during their construction. The top room is known as the Sun room, for its warmer ambiance. The bottom is the Moon room.

Firstly, the rooms were meant to be swapped locations. The Sun Room was supposed to lead into the gentlemen's smoking room, but the Moon room leads to it instead. On the ceiling of the Sun room, salamanders are painted. The little amphibians were believed to ward off the danger of fire and protect the building. By the time the mistake was caught, it was too late to change it.

The other mistake can be seen in the mirror illusion in the Sun room. Because of a fault in the construction of the mirrors, the glass is too curved and the error is magnified with the illusion. The light appears to bend around a corner, instead of repeating on into infinity.

I imagine Erik was quite cross with the workers when he realized these errors occurred. I certainly wouldn't have wanted to be on the receiving end of his temper that day!

Looking at the star motifs painted on both ceilings, I wonder if they could have inspired Christine's Star Princess costume in the musical.

PART 1 (exteriors) | PART 2 (staircase) | PART 3 (here!) | Part 4 (stage)

#phantom of the opera #poto #le fantome de l'opera #palais garnier #paris #opera garnier #christine daae #raoul de chagny #erik #photography #art reference #history #architecture

[finkinthisfrew]

Anything (Pt.3)

A Matty Healy Fanfic

cw: sexual tension? lol

Chapter 3

Poking my head out of the bathroom, I walked through what must have been the man's bedroom. Not wanting to be too nosy, I quickly walked out of the room, avoiding looking around too much.

Shuffling down the unfamiliar hallway, I admired the comfort of my new outfit. I had chosen a black, very soft, and very worn-in hoodie, and a pair of warm grey drawstring sweatpants that pooled at my ankles, adorned in thick white knit socks. It all smelled so comforting- something warm and spicy mixed with something else familiar that I couldn't quite put my finger on. 

The concrete walls and ceilings continued through the hallway, but the floor was charming old hardwood. A few photos adorned a long rustic console that ran along the hall. I couldn't help but look at them- one of someone who was most likely his mother, another of him with his arms around three men, and a photobooth strip of him with one of the three men from the previous photo. My heart dropped a little at the bottom square, a picture of him and the other man kissing.

Of course, it had to be too good to be true... I thought to myself. 

But I thought back to the moment we shared in the bathroom. There's no way I was the only one that felt whatever that was back there. Or was I truly just concussed?

I continued down the hall and stepped into a breathtaking room.

I stared at the giant wall entirely made up of gridded windows. Beyond the window wall was a patio full of greenery- a private little oasis. The ceilings soared in the giant room that housed what looked like the kitchen, living room, and dining room. The decor was artistic and modern while still looking homey and lived in. I nearly bumped into the vintage pool table that sat to the left of the doorway, I was so breath taken.

It became even more unbelievable when I remembered that we were supposed to be above the coffee shop. 

"You look lovely." I turned to see the man smiling cheekily behind the kitchen island as he plucked ice cubes out of a tray and into a bag. He was now wearing a brown striped knit crewneck with black trousers. His wet hair was pushed back into a ballcap. He looked so effortlessly handsome. I smiled back at him as I momentarily thought back wistfully to when I could see his tattoos through his shirt.

"How are you feeling, still cold?" he asked, his brows now furrowing as he rushed over to the couch to pick up a large orange blanket.

"A little, but the clothes and the tea are helping. Thank you for that, by the way."

He nodded his head affirmatively as he put the blanket around my shoulders. He gestured to the couch.

"You have nothing to thank me for, don't be silly. Now your burn, how is your burn?" he asked as I sat down, him continuing to bundle me up in the blanket, eyes looking up at me intently.

My heart skipped a beat. I was so touched by how caring and concerned he was. I was a total stranger to this man, and yet he treated me like kin.

"It's a lot better actually. I don't know if it's the painkillers or just that I'm going numb from the pain, but it's not nearly as bad" I said, as he winced in response. 

He promptly stood up and strode over to the kitchen island, picking up the bag of ice and wrapping it in a hand towel. I saw him start to reach to put the ice on me and then stop himself, putting it in my hand instead.

He sat down in a large armchair as I put the ice on my chest, any pain I still felt immediately relieved.

"Thank you... what's your name?" I said, realizing.

A mix of emotions riddled his face. He looked slightly surprised, but pleasantly. And definitely happy. I wondered if he didn't expect me to have asked, maybe he thought I would have just left out the door after he left me on my own in the bathroom.

"Matty. Well, technically it's Matthew, but everyone including my own mother calls me Matty. And what's yours?" he asked.

"Anna. Sometimes people call me Anne, but mostly just Anna."

"Anna," he repeated, almost savouring the word, analyzing how it felt on his tongue. He smiled again. After a moment of comfortable silence, he asked "So what do you do, Anna?"

"I'm an artist," I answered. "I do a lot of different things, but ceramics is my primary medium. What about you?"

"Oh cool! I'm also an artist," his eyes lit up as he continued. "A musician, actually. I play in a band with some friends, but your art sounds much more fascinating. Your accent, you must not be from here?"

"No, I'm from Canada. I'm here doing an artist residency at the gallery just down the street from here actually."

"How long are you here for?" he asked, keenly.

"Five more months."

His face dropped a little, but before I could register its meaning, he asked "So how do you like London so far? Is this your first time visiting?"

"Oh, I love it so far! I mean, I've only been here a month, but I already love it. My apartment is great, and the studio I work out of is perfect. I haven't tried too much in terms of food, but I have tried a few places and the food's been amazing..." I trailed off, then remembered, "Oh, my cookies!"

He must have known exactly what I was talking about because he promptly stood up and walked out of the room and into the hall. A few moments later he returned with my brown paper bag. "I know what these puppies are worth," he smiled as he watched my face light up.

"Yes, oh my god, thank you! These are my favourite, and they almost always sell out" I said as he handed me the bag. 

"Oh I know," he responded. "I had to tell the owner she wasn't allowed to sell me them to me anymore after I ate two a day for six weeks straight when I first moved in here."

I laughed as I opened the bag and saw the cookies were still intact, as the smell started to make my mouth water. 

"Would you like one?" I offered.

"Are you sure? I know those are hard to come by."

"Of course," I scoffed. "You've taken such sweet care of me, it would make me happy to be able to repay you."

"I wish you wouldn't act like I was some knight in shining armour, as if I wasn't also the dragon that almost killed you," he groaned again into his hands. "You really are too kind. Actually..." he paused. "I wanted to ask you- would you like to stay for a coffee? The least I could do is replace the one I made you drop."

I hesitated. I was in a stranger's apartment, with a man I had just met. I didn't want to overstay my welcome. But I felt so at home with Matty. I already felt like we were friends, and he was just too sweet and handsome for me to want anything other than to have a coffee with him.

"I'd love to," I replied with a smile.

His face broke into a bright-eyed smile, my heart once again sent into overdrive from his beauty. 

"You stay right there and I'll go grab us the coffees. You were drinking something iced- a latte?" 

I nodded in response.

"I'll be right back."

Not more than five minutes later he reappeared with two coffees in his hands, both iced this time, which made me smile. He sat back down on the couch as we shared the cookies and continued to chat about everything under the sun. We talked about music, the type of music he made, our favourite bands, what my art looked like, our favourite tv shows, all interspersed with moments of recognition of how much we had in common. I felt like we could talk for ages, and before I knew it, I had glanced over at the clock on the wall and saw that three hours had passed since he'd come back from the coffee shop, even though it had only felt like one.

"I really should get going," I said, standing up, not wanting to overstay my welcome.

"Oh," he said following suit, his voice laced with disappointment. He tried to cover it up with a more chipper tone. "Alright then. Let me call you an Uber," he said as we walked towards the staircase that lead down to the front door.

"That's really not necessary, I can just take the tube."

"Absolutely not. I don't send my burn victims to fend for themselves on public transit. As much as I'd love an excuse to nurse you back to health again, I'm not letting you go on there in such a state," he said too busy concentrating on his phone to notice me blush at his words. He looked so cute frowning down at his phone with such determination. "Where can I send you to? Do you have a friend that could take care of you? Or a boyfriend?" his voice hitched before he said 'boyfriend'.

I shook my head with a little smile. "No, I actually don't really know anyone here other than my landlord and my residency mentor, and I don't know either of those well enough to accept me in this state." 

He looked at me in disbelief.

"Besides, I feel so much better. The warm clothes and the ice have helped so much," I hesitated before I added "And your company. I think that helped a lot too. This has been really lovely getting to know you." I smiled at him and he beamed back at me with a giant smile, clearly very happy. He passed me his phone to let me enter my address and I tried not to blush as I felt his gaze on me. I could feel myself failing as my cheeks burned.

"Thank you for everything," I said as I stepped forward to hug him. He immediately reciprocated, wrapping his arms around me. He smelled of that warm spicy smell that I smelled on my new outfit, it was so comforting, almost intoxicating. I couldn't help but melt into his chest, inhaling what I knew could only be my new favourite drug. We hugged for what could only be described as too long for two people who had just met, swaying a bit as neither of us wanted it to end. 

Eventually, we pulled away as he said "This really has been so nice getting to know you, Anna. You're a really lovely girl." His eyes radiated sincerity as he looked down into mine. We stood there looking at each other for a few moments, tension building. Once again chickened out and broke eye contact, dropping my gaze to his chest, the same moment I could have sworn I saw him begin to lean towards me. I was already kicking myself for it when he said, "If only I hadn't started this relationship off by pummelling you to the ground and burning you to a crisp before giving you hypothermia," he said, groaning as he put his forehead on my shoulder, hiding in embarrassment. 

I laughed as I patted his back. 

Eventually, he pulled his head back. I noted how I already missed his touch.

This time I couldn't ignore his lips. They were too perfect not to want to kiss. I watched as he looked up from my lips, leaning in again, just a fraction as if to ask permission. I wanted to tell him he didn't need permission. Leaning in slowly, taking in the sweet colour of his lips, I looked back up into his eyes one last time. 

*DING*

His phone rang as the Uber driver arrived.

Both startled, shaken from the intense moment, we took a step back.

"Your car is here. Here, let me help you with your shoes," and before I could decline, he rushed over with my boots and offered his arm to help me step into them.

My heart swelled at how sweetly he was treating me as I thanked him.

We walked down the stairs together and he opened the door to the car for me as he leaned in one last time to say, "So if you ever need another burn, or fancy some hypothermia, you know where to find me- I'm your guy." he joked before continuing. "Or a coffee. At this point, I think I owe you a lifetime of coffee."

"A coffee would be nice." I smiled at him and savoured how his eyes crinkled as he smiled in response. We looked for just a moment longer into each other's eyes before he gave a sweet little gesture farewell and closed the car door, leaving me to gather my absolutely shaken heart after what I think had been my favourite day I'd ever had. 

#matty the 1975 #matty healy #the 1975 #at their very best #bfiafl #fanfiction #fanfic #lovers #soulmates #love #tender #tenderness #caring #dati

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

Midnight Snack

You catch Shuji's eye in the library at uni and he absolutely must take you out.

Just some shuji fluff for the dash. He's a little weird here sorry lmao. Reader is grumpy and tired. Unproofread.

Shuji can't get enough of you. He has a nasty (though endearing) habit of staring.

It's actually how you met.

In the library at uni, trying to get away from noisy roommates and distractions, you sat yourself in a gloomy corner, eyes hazy and unfocused on the article you were "reading."

Until movement caught your eye.

You don't see him at first, the playful fuck. He ducks behind a DiffyQ textbook that, looking back, definitely isn't his. You pay no mind. Whatever. Let the motherfucker stare, you've got shit due tonight. It's not like you're unaccustomed to annoying attention from men and their "you'd look so much better if you smiled" bullshit.

Fuck. You got yourself in a mood now.

Like clockwork, a tuft of grown-out bleached hair and a pair of golden eyes peeks out hoping to catch yours without detection. You snap in his directions and he ducks again. You swear to God you hear a giggle and the rustling thud of a heel knocking into a limb.

When you look, no, glare back, the decoy textbook is down and he's smiling, wide and goofy (and rubbing his shin). You raise a brow and go back to your work, fruitlessly, because he takes the acknowledgement as an invitation. Before you know it hes dragging a heavy wooden chair loudly and sitting across from you.

He's tall. He's huge, really. He's objectively rather gorgeous with a nice jawline and lively eyes that study you, like you're the only thing, even in a building full of decades and decades of knowledge, worth studying.

"Can I fucking help you?"

"i think you can."

"I've got a deadline in 2 hours, make it quick."

"Let me take you for a late night meal. A reward for finishing your....school thing." You almost want to laugh. School thing? Does he even go here? He must sense the shift in mood and it further boosts his confidence. "Come on," he lets the word wobble like a kid pushing their luck, "you're the coolest girl in this place, let me show you a good time."

You can't place it exactly, maybe it's in the wiggle of his eyebrows or the groan of secondhand embarrassment from his friend not far away, but you get a relatively innocent vibe. You turn him away with a terse, maybe and watch as he wanders back to his friend, bounce in his step and high on premature victory.

His gaze isn't as heavy for the duration of your time there. He busies himself with doodles in the margins of Kisaki's work that he thought was math, but maybe is actually Greek; Shuji doesn't care. He's got an absolute beauty on his mind.

He's enraptured by her. Her focused scowl and the way her eyes narrow at the screen. The way her lips purse around the straw of what once was probably iced coffee. The art in her skin that he can see until the aircon kicks on and she puts another layer back on. Shuji is reminded in that moment that he hates the cold so, so much, and even more now that it's stolen away a part of the art he'd been admiring.

He huffs and loses himself if scribbling whatever comes to mind to kill time. He misses you packing your things quietly, work completed just before the deadline and he jumps to cover his scribbles when you clear your throat.

"I'm hungry."

"Hi hungry, I'm Hanma."

You groan, "Actually I'm leaving."

"Come on it was funny!"

"Are you twelve?"

You bicker with the cute giant the whole way out of the library with a smile tugging at your lips. You'd seen the scribbles, he wasn't slick.

Variations of, "God she's kind of insanely pretty. No seriously she's so pretty" up and down the margins. This guy was kind of embarrassing, silly, a wildcard, and well, those are the best people to eat fast food with at 11:59 pm.

It's the first of many midnight snacks.

Yeah that's right bitch this one's for you @sin-and-punishment shuji is down bad for you and I will not be told otherwise.

#sorry I gave reader a tude #im sick and tired and idk lmao #anyway its my fave situation so idk just roll with it maybe #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji fluff #i just wanted to think abt shuji falling pathetically for the pretty alty girl at thw library #hanma shuji~❤️ #hanma shuji scenarios #hanma shuji

[moralpuppet]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN. || respond to the prompts out of character!

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have?

oh my rodness it was hard ! because when you watch Moral Orel for the first time season 1 is very crude ! but I knew there was something to be desired by the end because I was first exposed to the episode 'Sacrifice' first and foremost which had me very curious.

I knew I wanted to write Orel because we have a lot of similarities and he's a precious son boy . I actually deleted this url 5 times before I settled I was intimidated by the lack of rep for the show here but I'm glad I finally stuck the landing .

is there anything you don’t like to write?

well the obvious given the circumstances of this blog . Anything nasty and nsfw is a big giant no no .but even on my blogs with adult muses I don't like this sort of thing anyway .

is there anything you really enjoy writing?

I really enjoy , found family , trauma bonding , kids being kids , and exploring Orel's broken relationship to his father / family and town .

how do you come up with headcanons?

I usually take something that's cannon and make it worse tm.

do you write in silence or do you play music?

Music ! I need background music for sure ! And also can help with writing specific moods/feels . <- I'm terrible at explaining stuff ooc as you can see

do you plan your replies or wing them?

WING THEM ! Sometimes I do think about the odd thread all day long but I wait until I get home to go crazy on it.

do you enjoy shipping? 

it's never my priority on any blog but I do have ships for Orel as I expressed mostly silly childish crushes because he's just a baby tm

what’s your alias/name?

Sav/Savbear

age?

I'm an adult though I prefer to be ageless due to age anxiety but I am 21+

birthday?

June 9th

favorite color?

pink ! pink ! pink !

favorite song?

I love a lot of songs !

last movie you watched?

Rewatched Spirit the Stallion of Cimarron with my twin sis two days ago ! It was a childhood fave for both of us !

last show you watched?

Watched a few of the g3 monster high eps lately

last song you listened to?

cowboy dan modest mouse

favorite food?

boring but I love a really good sandwich .

favorite season?

summer ! / I love dresses and swimming / iced coffees

do you have a tumblr best friend?

I have online family members ! A platonic soul mate , online found siblings and a special puppet family ! so a great support network here !

tagged by : @facedented / thank you !

tagging ( only if you want to! ) : @rvrend , @dollene , @therelentless , @redemn , @wildlcck , @painmon , @homingshot !!!

#[ ​✟ ] 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧 ! 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 / 𝐨𝐨𝐜 .

[sunset-a-story]

Character Profile: Marek del Sol (and Baguette)

This week's profile is Marek! Art by my partner and co-writer.

Marek is one of the first POVs in the story and this doofus helps to keep things light even when everything is dark. While a lot of departments focus on missions and keeping knacked people under wraps, a portion of Uranus is more focused on the experience of their fellow Sol agents at home and that's where Marek has found his calling. He cares about people's comfort and morale--and he takes a lot of pride in that.

Sure, he's high up on the SolCorp corporate ladder, but Marek refuses to take himself that seriously. He wants to bring the silly and won't hide the silly parts of himself including his love of hamsters. (He's 100% sure you want to see pictures of Baguette and he will show you.)

And I just love his big-ass nose.

See below the transcript for an excerpt with Marek. Transcript:

Marek del Sol (he/him/his) Knack: Teleporter Affiliation: SolCorp Department: Head of Uranus (And yes, he's probably already made whatever jokes you're thinking) Age: 38 Height: 6'2"

Big 3: Sun=Aquarius; Moon=Gemini; Rising=Sagittarius

Favorites:

Color- Green

Music- Gorillaz, They Might Be Giants, Cake

Food- Reuben sandwich

Drink- IPA

Movie- Young Frankenstein

Hobbies:

Flirting + Hookups

Taking photos of his hamster, Baguette

Travel + exploring new places

Fun Facts:

Bisexual icon (and total cliche)

Head of HR, yet has a stack of relationship declarations taller than anyone

Big heart

Goofiness covers up just how competent he really is

Very dedicated to employee morale

Created the pet program to make HQ feel like ~*Home*~

Sends out "Baguette Updates" as department-wide memos

Too casual for his station

[Marek, having gone to the office extra early, has just found out there is going to be a significant upset in their department and needs an excuse to talk to Emmett, one of his officers, away from the office.] He dumped his stuff in his office and hit the breakroom. Grabbing a coffee mug, he dumped in two sugar packets and teleported to Emmett’s quarters just inside the door. “Emmett, good morning,” he called out. The entryway was still dark so he guessed he hadn’t gotten up yet. “I brought you coffee.” He added quieter, “Sort of.” “Marek?” Emmett’s voice had said his name but his tone said, ‘What the fuck?’ “The one and only. Probably.” “Just a sec.” Marek flipped the light and walked, heel to toe, through his kitchen. He debated if he had time to brew a batch of coffee right then but Emmett’s coffee maker was so fancy-looking he didn’t trust himself not to press all the wrong buttons and accidentally fax China or something. “What’s going on?” Emmett came out into the kitchen in jeans and a soft looking sweater. He looked harried and there was still a slight patterning of pillow on one side of his face. “I brought you a beverage,” he smiled. He just stared at him. “Why?” Marek looked to one side. “It’s Tuesday?” Emmett shook his head and grabbed the mug from his hands. He froze, mug halfway to his body staring at the mug of sugar. “Just add coffee,” Marek offered. "Marek--" "Beverage Tuesday," Marek explained with conviction. "New initiative." "It's not Tuesday." Marek pointed at him. "That explains why the coffee is late."

Sunset taglist. Comment to add or remove yourself. I try to keep it to character profiles, release updates, and long excerpts. @words-after-midnight @thathaunteddoll @chayscribbles  @elizaellwrites @theimperiumchronicles @thatndginger @clairelsonao3 @writeintrees @hon3yquill @scribe-of-stories @kahvilahuhut @stuffaboutwriting @iced-ginger-tea

#sunset a story character profiles #writeblr art #oc artwork #oc art #my oc babies #original characters #lgbtq characters #character illustration #character art #sunset a story

[asdfghjklmals]

facts about oc gojo girlfriend’s brother, touya:

touya is 10 years older than oc gojo girlfriend. he’s 27 in ‘love at first fight’.

touya’s birthday is march 16th. he’s an emotional pisces with a rising leo sign. he’s very lovable and well respected in the clan.

touya is in the processing of taking over as clan head. right now, grandpa is teaching him all the duties for being clan head.

touya has black hair and golden/yellow eyes. (a/n: why raeliana ended up in the duke’s mansion anyone? lol)

his favorite color is yellow. how fitting lol.

touya got his name from cardcaptor sakura. (a/n: i loved sakura’s older brother growing up and i’ve always wanted an older sibling.)

touya’s elemental cursed technique has to do with electricity, lighting and thunder. his domain expansion is called electric terrain, which is also a pokémon move lol.

touya has a shikigami called raijin. his shikigami is based off of the god of thunder, lightning, and storms. if you want a physical description, his shikigami was also inspired by the pokémon raikou, so think of a dog like creature. he actually spends a lot of time with raijin summoned!

touya is just as good in close combat than mei mei is. they are also sparring partners.

touya went to tokyo jujutsu high school where he was one of yaga-sensei’s first students!

touya is silly, caring, and will do anything to protect oc gojo girlfriend. he really is the best big brother.

touya is 6’2”. him and satoru are giants.

later on sometime around ‘lilies & roses’ touya gets married! his wife’s name is hana and they have two kids. a boy and a girl. still deciding their names 🥹 hana is a non-sorcerer and that was a huge obstacle that touya had to overcome because the clan elders wanted him to marry someone with jujutsu lineage.

touya has a close relationship with satoru. because satoru is an only child, he really bonded with touya and sees him like an older brother too.

touya loves spicy food, just like oc gojo girlfriend.

touya’s coffee order is a iced americano. oc gojo girlfriend hates it because it’s so bitter.

touya can handle his liquor. oc gojo girlfriend and satoru refuse to drink with him, but he’s still hoping they will one day.

what else would you like to know about touya? 😊

#oc gojo girlfriend’s au #oc touya :)

[glossolali]

(Shadowgast Cat Café AU)

ao3: hand in hand is the only way to land

5.1k, fluff, getting together

"They are truly ridiculous, are they not? Just look at them."

"They are sooo cute. Ahhh.." Jester sighs, her chin in her hands, dreamy look on her face.

Molly looks back at the two wizards. Essek is sitting at the bar, on his laptop, and Molly can see from here that he's just scrolling up and down absently, as he stares intensely at Caleb, whose back is turned as he steams some milk for a customer's drink. When Caleb turns around and smiles at Essek, Molly can see him awkwardly duck his head to stick his nose in his laptop again.

And now, Essek is busy with whatever the hell he’s always tapping away at, Caleb in turn sits there drying cups with a dreamy look on his face as he watches the other wizard. When Essek looks up, Caleb startles and fumbles the glass, and it drops to the floor and shatters. He gets up to help him, and it’s right out of a movie scene with their heads together as they both crouch on the floor with their hands “accidentally” touching as they pick up the glass shards.

Fuck’s sake. Molly could wring both their necks.

They’ve been doing this dance around each other for weeks (or maybe months at this point, who knows) and it is infuriating. It was cute at first, but now… Molly just wants to be able to chill out after a long day of work, and have his Iced Triple Red Eye in peace without having to sit in the constant treacle-like tension in the room that the wizards are holding between them. Other than this being (one of) his places of work, this is his favorite coffee shop, and they’re ruining it.

So, they should do something about this.

“We should do something about this.”

When Jester turns to him, she has stars in her eyes and she looks what can only be called delighted .

“Oooh! Molly, can we really?! They can be cute little boyfriends who work in a cute little cat cafe together and oh my GOSH - I am SO excited!” Her tail lashes behind her eagerly, then wraps around his leg as she leans in and almost yells in his face.

The wizards were making him feel grumbly, but as usual, Jester’s energy is contagious, and he grins back at her.

“Alright darling, love the enthusiasm but hold your horses – we need to come up with a plan first.”

Jester settles down and puts on a very silly serious face, complete with a tightly knotted brow and a pout as she starts thinking. Molly ruffles her hair because she’s cute and he loves her, and because she lets him.

Just as they both settle in for a good plotting session, the café door slams open and Nicodranas’ hottest local celebrity and resident rich bitch strides in, phone in hand, baby dragon on a chain on the other, and half his face obscured by his giant bug-eyed sunglasses.

Yussa Erenis. Haughty elf wizard (gosh another one, what did Molly do to deserve all of these wizards) who is well-known for– actually wait—

“What’s he famous for again?” Molly whispered from the side of his mouth at Jester. 

“No clue. But he knows Mama, so he must be important!”

Molly hums in assent, and keeps watching the scene unfold in front of him.

Yussa’s pug-faced, silver baby dragon is having a hiss-off with Frumpkin, and Yussa looks like he could care less, prattling out his order before he’s even asked.

“Triple hazelnut iced chai latte with oat milk and espresso cold foam. And don’t forget the topping like last time.” And he ends the order with a dismissive hand wave.

Molly rolls his eyes to the heavens. The ‘topping’ is sprinkles arranged in the letter ‘Y’, as evidenced by the ridiculous man’s socials.

He’s a right git to be sure, but looking at how he fills those gold pants (and who the fuck wears gold pants anymore?), Molly would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he found him sort of hot. And that he sort of wanted to sleep with him. In an ironic sort of way, obviously.

Essek makes his way back to his seat after all the glass had been cleaned up (and the blue eyed redhead had been sufficiently looked at longingly), and Molly watches his expression turn from blissed to disdainful in one fell swoop, and he rolls his eyes as he turns away from Yussa, just as Caleb says, “Ja, coming right up.” 

Dealing with customers already wasn’t Essek’s favourite thing, and the dressing down his teacher had given him for forgetting his ‘‘‘topping���’’ last week had rocketed Yussa to the top of his shitlist. Yes, his teacher. Essek was in Nicodranas for a magic apprenticeship, and he had the misfortune of ending up as Yussa Erenis’s apprentice. 

Essek had walked in once to the café hair and cardigan looking singed and smelling smoky, and announced irately that he was going to ‘murder his teacher for leaving him with his ugly bastard of a baby dragon for ten days while he frolicked around to Light knows where’. Amidst giggles, Molly had made him sit down and given him some of his famous spiced chicken soup to help him calm down. Essek was a simple man, and terribly predictable, so it worked.

He’s also kind, attractive, sassy, and a nerd, and clearly a great fit for Caleb.

He just wishes they would do something about it.

So, back to the matter at hand.

“Any ideas?”

Jester’s drawing in her sketchbook, and looks up just as she completes a pink heart around a doodle of a small, cutesy version of the wizards kissing.

“Nope!”

Molly grumbles again and places his head on the table, cheek smushed into the surface, and he turns towards Jester and whines, “Jessie, I can’t take it anymore. Help meeeeeee.”

“Hmmm okay, okay.. maybe I’ll ask mama for help when I go home today. She’s really, super good at romance ,” And she wiggles her eyebrows, which makes Molly laugh. “Everyone always falls in love with her right after they meet her.”

“Alright.”

He listens to Jester sing something under her breath that sounds like, ‘ do do do dooo, the Ruby of The Sea is the best lay ever –’ as she continues doodling, and he spaces out, turning over fleeting ideas in his head as they come and go.

(read the rest on ao3)

#shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #critical role #cr fic #caleb #essek #cr 2 #glossofic #glossopost

[vbecker10]

Shadows of the Past

Part 27 (Part 26)

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(LOKI POV)

You open the door to Y/N’s room and step out of the way so she can come inside.  She walks in slowly, using her crutches and heads for her room.  You close the door and ask if she needs anything.

“Can you get me some water?” she asks.

“Coming right up,” you answer and head for the fridge.  You hear her close the door to her room, she had wanted to take the brace off for a bit and put on something more comfortable.  

At the infirmary, they fitted her for a brace and she traded the wheelchair for a set of crutches.  She seemed so tired from everything that had happened today but glad to be rid of the wheelchair.  You had offered to help her anyway you could and you were relieved when she actually took you up on it.  You had been worried she would try to do too much too quickly and possibly hurt herself.  

She comes out of her room wearing the sleeping pants you had conjured for her & a t-shirt.  You wait for her to sit on the couch first and then you help her swing her leg onto it.  Sitting in the middle of the couch, you carefully lifting her leg onto your lap.  She winces a little when you place a pillow under her knee.  “Are you ok?” you ask, worried you hurt her.

She nods, “I’m fine, just sore.”  She leans towards the coffee table for the remote but can’t quite reach it.  You smile at her then wave your hand and slide the remote towards her. “Don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t useful, Mischief,” she giggles.

You can’t help but laugh a little, “I’m glad to hear all my years of training with magic have finally paid off.”

She turns on the TV and finds your favorite show.  You watch Y/N out of the corner of you eye and you occasionally catch her closing her eyes as if she is in pain.  “Are you sure you’re ok? Do you need any ice?” you ask her.

“I could probably use some but I don’t have any. I’ve been spending more time in your room than mine so I never filled the fridge or anything,” she answers with a shrug.

"I can go to my room and get some, it’ll just take a minute” you offer.  

“No, its ok,” she says, “We can make some later.”

“Are you sure?  If it hurts, you should ice it,” you tell her.

“I know, I just- I don’t want you to leave right now,” she says.  

“Y/N...” you start.

“I know, it’s stupid but... after everything that’s happened the last few days, I just feel better when your here,” she fidgets with her fingers while she talks.

“Y/N, its not stupid.  And I’m not going anywhere,” you reassure her.

She nods and smiles a bit but then she winces again.  You look down at your hand and then back at Y/N.  “I can help with your knee,” you suggest.

She looks at you questioningly, “How?”

You look back at your hand and take a deep breath as it slowly turns blue, starting at your finger tips and moving up until it reaches your wrist.  Thin lines begin to form on your skin, traveling up your hand and you can feel your heart beating faster.  You keep your eyes fixed on your hand, too nervous to see Y/N’s reaction.  

“Is that - that’s because your an ice giant?” she asks.

“Frost giant,” you say quietly and nod.

“Frost giant,” she corrects herself.

You sit quietly for a second and then slowly look at her and realize she’s smiling at you.   You sigh, letting go of the breath you had been holding.  

“Loki, did you think that would matter?” she asks in such a way that you almost feel silly for being worried.  

“I- I still haven’t fully accepted what I am so... so I just assume that no one else would either,” you tell her.  “My whole life I was taught frost giants were monsters and we needed to fear and hate them.  You thought I was a monster-” you start but she interrupts you.

“Loki, look at me,” she says.  “I was wrong when I thought that, you know that.  I was angry and I blamed you for things that weren’t your fault.  I want you to listen to me ok,” she reaches towards you and takes your blue hand in hers, rubbing her thumb up and down the ridges on the back of your hand.  

“I don’t care what you or anyone else says, you are not a monster,” she brings your hand to her lips and kisses the back of it.    

You smile at her, you can’t believe you found someone like her.  How she just accepted you so quickly and completely.  How was that even possible when you hadn’t even accepted yourself, you think.  

“Is it just your hand? Or does the rest of you turn blue too?” she asks curiously.

You laugh a little, “The rest of me turns blue too.”

“Can I see it?” she asks with a smile.

How could you say no to her.  You nod and close your eyes.  Slowly you let go of the illusion and your skin turns blue, the ridges start to form over your skin.  You can hear her gasp softly and you open your eyes.

She looks at you wide-eyed, “You’re- wow.” Is all she finally manages to say.

“Good wow or bad wow?” you ask cautiously.

She smiles and giggles a little, “Definitely good wow.”  You have no idea how to respond to that, it was not the reaction you were expecting.  You touches your cheek so you are looking right at her, “Your eyes are beautiful.”

You can’t help but smile, you had never been more comfortable in your own skin then you did at this moment.  You shift on the couch so you are laying on top of her, careful not to put any pressure on her leg and you kiss her softly.  She kisses you back, running her hand through your hair then holding the back of your neck.  You kiss her harder and she bites your lip then licks it softly.  When you finally pull away to catch your breath, she’s smiling up at you.  “You are amazing, you know that right?  I’m so lucky you’re mine,” you tell her as you kiss her nose and forehead before sitting back up.  

She giggles a bit, “Mmhmm, I know.  But it’s ok if you want to tell me all the time.”

“Noted,” you laugh as you start to put the illusion back up.

She puts her hand on your forearm, “You don’t have to do that.”

You think for a second, even when you are alone you never just spend time in your Jotun form.  You had never comfortable unless you were hidden behind your illusion.  

“Mischief?” she says to get your attention.  

You smile at her and keep the illusion down.  You make your hand a bit colder and place it gently on her knee, making sure you aren’t putting too much pressure on it.  You two slip into a comfortable silence and go back to watching the show but after about half an hour you notice her watching you and you ask her if she is ok.

“Yea, it’s just-” she pauses, “I think maybe it would be better if you rolled up my pants leg.  The dressing they put on is pretty thick so I’m not really feeling much.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, wanting to make sure she is comfortable.  You know how she feels about you or anyone seeing her scars.

“I’m sure,” she tells you.  You carefully roll up her pants leg, until it’s just higher than her knee.  You try not to stare and make her feel self conscious but you couldn’t help but look at the long scar that ran almost the length of her shin.  There were also several scars of various sizes and shapes, you assume from debris that had hit her.  

You place your hand back softly on her knee and make sure it feels ok.  “Much better,” she says with a smile, “Thanks Mischief”. 

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[insecateur]

I got nothing to contribute bc like I'm ace and nonetheless consume all you (and jonphaedrus) throw out doesn't matter what kink but I do want to say I got notifs on since day one of following and checking and catching up on that milking saga regularly like some newspaper already is definitely something and some are just hilarious. Love how out of control this got. I got a giant ice coffee to survive the night and I mean yeah. Wouldn't mind if that was that. Oh did anyone talk about coffee with his milk yet would that cost any extra if he still also has his café in all this could he also promote it w that as smth exclusive. Baking goods w that too. The possibilities reg drinks and food.. Either way go and milk him you horny bastards 👍🏻

asgdasgzsg thank you anon for the support 🫶 alarmed to learn that some people have notifs on for my silly posts but i appreciate it

you're so right about coffee with his milk i can't believe i didn't even think of that omg... exclusive beverage... he comes to your table so you can watch him do it in front of you🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️ h

#la réponse d #lysandre milkies saga #feeling insane a bit thinking about that

[im-anchan]

Quirks and Charms of Kochi Prefecture, Japan

This post is a bit of a throw back, to when the JET Program dropped me in Middle-of-Nowhere, Japan, back in 2018.

I’ll be honest in saying that I didn’t expect much besides rice fields and my single convenience store. I braced myself for the quiet countryside life and having an abundance of free time. And in a lot of ways Kochi Prefecture is a bit quiet and isolated.

But I definitely didn’t expect Middle-of-Nowhere, Japan to have so much personality. Kochi is like that weird uncle that nobody in your family wants to talk about, but then you meet him and he actually turns out to be a pretty cool (but quirky) guy. And Uncle Kochi did a few things in his youth that he is proud of. VERY proud of. And don’t you forget it.

1. Ryoma Sakamoto

Wait, who’s Ryoma Sakamoto? said no-one in Kochi ever. Silly foreigner, let me educate you.

Ryoma Sakamoto was an important political figure who helped overthrow the Tokugawa Shogunate. Then, he got assassinated in a very dramatic way which was acted out for me by a very enthusiastic Japanese man. This is usually the furthest any actual historical explanation by a Kochi native ever goes, until they start explaining all the various places I can buy a Ryoma squishy keychain or see one of the many Ryoma statues. Oh yeah, and there’s also giant billboards with Ryoma’s face, a Ryoma museum, Ryoma plushies and more. Even the airport is called Kochi Ryoma Airport, the only airport in Japan named after a person.

2. Katsuo Tataki

Katsuo tataki, or seared bonito, is Kochi’s specialty, which I am often reminded of by Kochi people at seemingly random moments. Despite this, katsuo tataki is not in the least bit over-hyped. The bonito (a type of tuna) is raw on the inside with a delicious crust of seared fish on the outside. It’s served with ginger, green onions and tataki sauce. I don’t know what tataki sauce is exactly, but I could care less because it’s amazing.

You can get katsuo tataki in restaurants and supermarkets all over Kochi, but the most delicious is probably at the Hirome Market in Kochi City. I could honestly eat it every day. Dammit, I’m hungry now.

3. The Best Mascot in Japan

Speaking of katsuo (bonito), it’s time to talk about the best mascot in Japan, Katsuo Ningen. Here’s where the Kochi pride seems to falter a bit, which I don’t understand in the least. Katsuo Ningen is an ingenious concept for a prefectural mascot, translating directly to Bonito Human. Bonito Human is the real, official mascot for the prefecture of Kochi, and while many Kochi people seem to be ashamed of Bonito Human I am absolutely in love with it.

Once, I showed this picture to my 5th grade class. As the students hung their heads in shame, the teacher began apologizing that I ended up in the prefecture with such a strange mascot. “No!” I protested, “I love katsuo ningen!” I pulled out my katsuo ningen key chain and showed it to the class. It was the kind that you can squish and the eyes pop out. My 5th grade class hasn’t looked at me the same since.

4. Kochi Hospitality

But the best parts of Kochi aren’t its ‘famous’ figures and specialties. Since getting here I’ve been shown nothing but the warmth of Kochi hospitality (except for certain situations with my office, namely this one). At restaurants, just by striking up a conversation with the owners I’ve been sent home with boxes of fresh vegetables and snacks. My friend is close with a couple who owns a ramen restaurant, and when we went to eat there we were suddenly swarmed with free karaage (Japanese fried chicken), coffee, ice cream, and snacks until we thought we might explode. When my parents came to visit, a (pretty drunk) man ordered them rounds of beer and fried chicken and chattering endlessly about how he’s so glad that foreigners have come all the way to Kochi (my parents don’t speak a word of Japanese). One supermarket employee treats me like her long-lost friend every time I end up in her check-out line, excitedly asking me how I’ve been recently and teaching me random words in Japanese. My eikaiwa (adult English class) students invite me and the other American on adventures and one student even made me a katsuo ningen figure out of a cork.

All over Japan people are friendly, but everyone in Kochi seems more open and genuine than anyone I’ve met anywhere else. I spent a year there before moving to Tokyo in 2019, but to this day it was one of the most eventful and adventurous years of my life. Anyone who has a chance to get off the beaten track on their trip to Japan NEEDS to visit this underrated area.

#japan travel #kochi #japan trip #japanese #travel blog #personal blog #my writing

[dumbangrypuppet]

Tried to sleep early yk but here I am at 1 am because I went to bed too early.

ANYWAY

I promised my little brain I was gonna stop thinking about Comet for a while, (my dumb little dude.)

And when watching YouTube, I got reminded of the Adventure Time Episode, "Thanks for the Crabapples, Giuseppe!"

Specifically, just the poem. And boy. Did I start crying.

What if when Comet dies, he wrote a poem like that for Eris and Hazel?

(btw if you don't know what poem I'm talking about here it is.)

"These are not my tear drops, daughter dear, but just a sheen of dew that lingers here, past other fields where other fathers lie, who kept their daughters better far than I."

IM GONNA CRY. (I say, as if I haven't cried over this silly fictional man and his situation for weeks)

Anyway, if you feel like crying over this man too, here's some angst I wrote for him from an RP.

And here I go, ranting about the parallels between Simon and Comet.

Thank you Adventure Time for giving me ideas that tear my heart out again and again

(also, I need to draw Comet and Simon meeting, they'd get along fast.)

Like okay. I will literally spell it out for you

Both Simon and Comet literally tried to give up their lives (well Comet is actually doing so, he doesn't have a cosmic god of chaos for girlfriend to stop him and make him see reason) for people they barely knew.

Simon with "wanting" to become Ice King again to save an entire universe,

Comet with giving up his soul, his entire life to a demon so that the town he resides in can be protected from a giant threat.

(Comet resides in a fictional town called Uverney. Every resident there is a monster or creature of some kind, and Uverney is meant to be a sanctuary for monsters. But now, there's a group of monster hunters going into the town, and it's not gonna end well.)

Simon doesn't tell Fionna what's gonna actually happen to him when he puts on the crown. Though I don't think this is from selfishness or anything of the sort, perhaps he just doesn't wanna think about it. But STILL!!

Comet doesn't tell his daughters about the deal, or what the price was, he keeps the fact that once it's all over, he's going to die to HIMSELF. He sold his soul to protect an entire town, full of people he barely knows. (I should also mention, he's literally in the dumps right now for a multitude of reasons, the big one being that his coffee shop had been burned down the night before.)

Simon feels his life has no worth or purpose. People literally liked him better when he was consumed by the madness of the crown.

Comet also feels his life has no worth, and now no purpose. If you read the images above, it mentions things he's lost.

Comet lost his dad at 13, after a demon possessed his body and used it to kill his father. He lost friends because not only were they scared of him, but once his dad was gone, he had to move in with his mother. There his only friends were his brother and sister, who cut off contact after Comet turned 18 and left to pursue music.

If you saw my other post about this stupid silly man, you'll know that didn't go well either.

He fell in love with one of the roadie's, a man named Avery. They knew each other for three months, and Comet thought he was in love.

He was, but Avery wasn't.

No, Avery wasn't even a real person, a real name, instead it was a fake name created by the demon Amon, and all he wanted from comet was to use his body as a vessel. (I probably haven't explained or made it clear, Comet is a trans man.)

So this tragic little guy!! He's just. Torn apart! He's got nobody, nothing!! He never lets anyone in again, he tells himself not to fall in love anymore because all that does is hurt him.

(which totally sucks because Comet is absolutely husband material btw)

So yeah. Dumb little witch man. Hates himself a lot.

Yeah.

I SPENT 30 MINUTES WRITING THIS???!

jesus

Hold on edit time because now I have more.

BOTH SIMON AND COMET DONT FOCUS ON THE GOOD THEY'VE CAUSED EITHER!

Simon should have realized that his existence was important after Vampire World, because without Simon there to protect Marceline, the world gets run over by vampires.

Comet doesn't think about all the good he's done for others!! I'll just bring up some events from the rp and some from the canon story.

He finds a girl in the forest with the help of his 4 year old daughter at the time, takes her in and takes care of her. 9 years later, this girl is Eris and her and Hazel are like peas in a pod bro.

(WHICH HERE IS WHERE I'LL MENTION, THERES AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE WHERE COMET DOESNT FIND ERIS, AND GUESS WHAT HAPPENS?? SHE BECOMES THE ANGEL OF DEATH!!)

Comet finds two hobos living behind his café, and what does he do? He gives them a job. (this action has consequences later because they're the indirect reason his café burns down later)

Eris finds a kid in her flower pot and another in the forest who needs help?? She uses her teachings from Comet to take them in and help them just as what was done for her.

Comet teaches both Eris and Hazel how to properly use magic to protect themselves.

A bloodied girl shows up on the front porch to his house? Comet brings her in, patches her up, makes her HOT CHOCOLATE AND SOME SANDWICHES, and EVEN OFFERS HER A PLACE TO STAY IN HIS HOME until she can get back on her feet.

He is a good person, even if he thinks he isn't.

Just like Simon, he is important, and if he didn't exist or wasn't around, there would be terrible consequences.

#adventure time #simon petrikov #my ocs #my art

[onyxoverride]

The Five Things

alt. title: On A Yacht

Miche Zacharius x Reader

◙warnings: semi-public (yacht + friends), silly?? Idk? Domestic-ish?? creampie, smut (18+) minors and ageless blogs do not interact

◙word count: 2.4k

◙summary: “Miche is everything you need him to be — kind, rich, handsome, well hung, and utterly fucking in love with you.”

◙note: this is for @welcometotheclubhoe All Around the World Collab!! For the prompt "On a Yacht" I’ll be the first to admit this is not my best work, but it is some silly excuse for smut and it’s Miche which I’ll take also I got stressed today and cried (I'm okay don't worry) so I know it's not the best pls just take it I'm sorry and I'm so disappointed in myself I'm so sorry Jay

Miche is everything you need him to be — kind, rich, handsome, well hung, and utterly fucking in love with you.

To be fair, you only knew one part of that fatal quintuple kill when you met him. Some bar in the evening, you were new in town, freshly moved into an apartment building and didn't recognize his last name like everyone else would. Well, everyone local, at least.

He was handsome (still is and always will be.) Thin white shirt, muscles straining the material, hair falling over his eyes and a little smile that had every woman in a 20-mile radius fawning for him. It was a one in a million chance he was even there because you've come to know he doesn't really like bars that much. Miche thought you were cute too, but honestly, he didn't even plan on making a move that night.

But you were drinking a white Russian, it reminded you of coffee ice cream, and you couldn't help but off-handedly say, "god, what would I do for some ice cream right now."

Miche bit his lips before speaking, "there's a place down the road, a few blocks from here that's still open…"

Sure, you glanced at him through the night but it's not like you thought he'd want to speak with you, but who are you to turn down a chance?

"What's your name?" You're already getting up, setting down money to pay your own tab.

"Miche…" and usually he would tack on his last night like he was taught all his life but he just wanted to be Miche tonight. Not a Zacharius.

"Well, Miche, show me?"

He looks a bit startled that you took him up on his offer but he goes to pay and when he stands, he almost takes your breath away with how staggeringly tall he is. Now, a very tall handsome man is taking you for ice cream in the late evening in a town you haven't memorized the layout of yet, but there are people everywhere and your phone is your best friend so you should be fine.

And you were more than fine, he's as charming as he is handsome. Jumping around from topic to topic, starting at ice cream and ending with a trade of phone numbers.

You already thought he was kind when the two of you started texting but he continued to prove it throughout the three weeks you two started going on dates. Walking you to your apartment door, opening every single door, paying for all the meals and date plans despite your protests. The man even helped an old lady across the street one time — It's like he was spit out of a movie, some silly romcom.

You eventually gave up trying to pay for anything because he is stubborn about it, though it still does nag at the back of your head every time he pulls out that sleek black card. But you’re new in town, bank account gasping for air and job slowly rolling in checks, so you are grateful for everything he’s done. He never expects anything from you though. For the most part, he just wants to hold your hand and spend time with you and he is the equivalent of a giant puppy who has easily worked your way into your heart. You're not going to say no when he wants to go on a restaurant date near the port, overlooking the ocean or rent out a place on the beach just for you two.

Starting the fourth week of dates you invited him into your apartment, after heavy petting and making out in his Jeep. It was tempting, you were tempting, all fluttery lashes and pouting but instead, he backed off. Said, “I don’t want this to just be… I want you to be my girlfriend okay? Not just some dates and a hookup.”

Granted he wasn’t the most eloquent and planned at least one more date before asking you to officially be his but you gave him a reserved smile.

“I’d love that.”

And Miche swears his heart could beat out of his chest. He tried to hide his excitement but again, he’s like a giant puppy, grasping onto you and leaving butterfly kisses over your face while the two of you laugh. It’s a gamble for you both but flowered into something wonderful over the years.

The “rich” and “well hung” parts about him you found out a week later after officially becoming his girlfriend. Invited back into his own apartment for the first time, which you wish he brought you to sooner because you still have no idea what Miche does for a living. But you were way too focused on how his hands knead your skin and how his dick split you open. You also found out he is a god at prepping you to take him, making you fall apart on his fingers or tongue at least once before he worked the tip of his huge dick into you.

The next morning there was a soreness between your legs and a warmth surrounding you, and you finally get a moment to breathe and take in your surroundings properly. Miche is under you (a sight which you have come to love more and more every time you see it), there are floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the prettiest and most expensive parts of the port, almost everything in his apartment is sleeked and curved with some gilded accents. Whomst the fuck is this man to be able to afford this stuff?

Slowly he is stirring, gruff and raspy morning voice greeting you. It makes your thighs clench, your pussy has no right to be paying full attention to that when you are curious of his occupation.

You tap your fingers on his chest from where you are perched, “Miche,” you feel his hum in his chest, “I think it’s time for you to tell me what you do for a living.”

It’s not like he truly meant to keep it from you, but he kind of did. He just wanted to be like every other guy with you but he was going to have to tell you this sooner or later.

“You could work for the mafia or something for all I know-”

“No, it’s actually the opposite kinda,” he can feel your fingers twirling around the hair of his happy trail.

"I'm a PI."

"Pee?"

He lets out a short laugh, "no, like private investigator."

“Oh, okay.” That makes sense, you guess.

You wonder if he investigated you a bit when you two started your little romance. You don’t exactly have anything to hide though there are some recent peculiar porn searches that include the keywords “tall guy” or “size difference” that you’d prefer he never find.

“I’m also a Zacharius.”

“Oh? That is kinda important information Miche,” there is dread pent up in his stomach because he knows that. Being a part of the family that owns most of the town and known for their security system is important to know about the guy you are dating. How many times have you seen the name “Zacharius” written on alarms or safes?

But part of you gets it. How many chances does he have to be just like every other guy?

“I know, fuck I’m sorry-”

“It’s okay, Miche.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Depends, how good are you at making coffee?”

It’s like nothing changed for you. Still that same quirky little smile and caressing his chest.

Lucky for you, he is very good at making coffee. Even if he wasn’t, he’d learn for you.

Then two years pass of blissful dating — meeting his parents and his friends, seeing how growing up in a rich family has affected him with occasional explanations of stuff he never used to worry about, and he still shows his puppy-love so clearly for you.

On a more fun note, he takes you on adventures. Vacations to anywhere you wish, flights to cities you’ve never been to, and boat trips on his yacht…

Which is where you are now — a sizable yacht with his family’s name scrawled in gold on the side, paired with a bartender and a driver so Miche, you, and his friends don’t need to worry about a single thing. Erwin is on the back of the boat with Levi, same with Hanji and Moblit, while you would rather linger on the top front level to soak in the sun with a pink cocktail in hand. And Miche is wearing those tiny 3’ inseam shorts that are risky game with the size of his cock. Though that just makes everything more fun. Plus, his ass is cute and his thick thighs on display… what a ride.

There’s a strikingly cold presence on your shoulder that makes you yelp, that’s responded with Miches laughing. It’s just a bottle of water since he makes sure you stay hydrated while drinking in the sun.

“You’re mean,” but you are giggling along with him while he stands next to your lounge chair.

“Oh yes, so so mean for giving you water. Which you need.”

You can feel the boat rock a bit and Hanji scream-laughing (probably at Levi who often looks like a grumpy cat when he gets wet.)

“They seem busy…” the glint in your eyes is something he knows well, along with your hand trailing up his thigh and playing with the edge of his shorts. You have no right to be so enticing but he’s on the same page easily, fingers at the tops of your knees to pinch at your inner thighs.

“They do.”

He straddles the lounge chair, sitting between your thighs and you watch how his shorts have to stretch vulgarly over his cock. There are freckles on his thighs that you love to kiss but for now, he spreads your legs open, thumbing over your bathing suit bottoms to feel your cunt.

Neither of you should be so ready to fuck so out in the open and near his friends but… again, who are you to turn down a chance?

Bottoms set gently next to your chair (usually he would throw it but you’re on a boat and he doesn’t want to be scolded for tossing your bathing suit off the deck) and he’s already working in a finger while sucking on your clit, making you arch back into the chair and grasp at his hair. Being worshipped by a man who loves you on his yacht? A holy experience.

Tongue rolling over your clit and two fingers twisting inside you, he waits until you are bucking up into his face to pull away fully and lick up all your juices sticking to his fingers. Shimmying off his own shorts until they are with your bottoms, you get a full view of his pale ass that leaves you laughing while he leans over you.

“Stop it,” he whines while kissing your face.

“Sorry baby, but you’re mooning everyone right now and I can’t help it!”

Instead of trying to get you to stop laughing, he just keeps his hands on you. Groping at your chest after working your bikini top over your breasts and grinding his cock over your cunt, kissing at you all the while, even if he tastes sunscreen just a bit.

The fact that people could see you though is what gets your laughter to die down and your skin to feel hot. They could see Miche fucking you open on the deck of his yacht… You pull him closer, thighs propped over his own, and meet his grinds in full.

“Want you,” the sun is stinging his back while he works his dick into you, watching how it pulls tight around him and grasping onto your hips to keep himself from thrusting too harshly into you. But fuck, he can feel your pussy fluttering and gushing around him while he slowly rocks in. You have even less patience than him, pushing your own hips down for him to be balls-deep already and start fucking you.

So, he does. Hands pressing bruises into your hips and thighs while he thrusts and letting you claw at his back and nip at his lips. The stretch of his cock still burns a bit because everything needs to be rushed when you are so out in the open, and even that pleasurable pain sends you closer to the edge Miche is taking you to.

“You’re loud, baby,” it takes a moment to realize he’s not talking about your voice, he’s talking about the euphorically loud sounds of your cunt taking him with every rock of his hips.

“F’you,” you look cock drunk and fucked out already, and you can practically feel him pulse inside you at your answer, head pushed against the chair to roll thrusts into his. The moans you’ve been pushing out are silenced by his lips, a thumb pushing into your clit and he eats your little yelps up until he is bursting at the seems with you. Filling you with thick viscous cum while your cunt grips him like a vice and you are sent into your own orgasm.

He keeps a firm grip on your thighs as they shake, kissing your shoulder until your nails release him and he leans back on his calves. He doesn’t slip out of you, not yet. He takes a moment to just look at you trying to catch your breath with your tits out and blissfully ditzy.

He leans to grab the water again for you and your bikini bottoms, somehow working them up your legs before slipping his cock out and letting his cum flood into the crotch.

“That’s kinda hot,” knowing his cum is going to be inside you and leaking out into the bikini is really going to get him going again if he keeps thinking about it.

“I’ll let you see later,” you watch him situate his tiny shorts on again, sipping at the water he brought for you.

“Mm. Even hotter,” he leans to kiss your forehead, pressing two fingers into the seat of your bottoms to watch your squirm, “promise?”

“Promise.”

You don’t need to tell him that his whole back is red and burnt due to your endeavors, he’ll feel it in a minute.

Oh, that “utterly in fucking love with you” part? Well, he’s hoping to prove that with a pretty little ring set in a black velvet box that’s been stashed in his bedside table drawer for at least a month now. But he has to take you back to that ice cream shop a few blocks down from the bar where you met him.

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[alisonsfics]

scare you away

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: steve rogers has always been someone you looked up to. you always ignored your romantic feelings for him because he was much older than you. when he starts ignoring you, you realize you can’t hide your feelings anymore. (requested by anon)

word count: 1.6k

warnings: significant age gap, swearing

You walked into the kitchen, still only barely awake. You were greeted by Steve, who was chopping up an apple for breakfast. “Someone’s tired” he said, smirking as he looked over at you. You just leaned into his side, too tired to hold yourself up.

He chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You were so small in comparison to the muscular super soldier. You felt the butterflies appear in your stomach, just like they always did when Steve was around.

It was a stupid crush. He was old enough to be your dad even if you ignored the fact that he was technically over a hundred years old. You knew that he probably thought of you as just a kid.

What you didn’t know about was the huge crush Steve had on you. It made him feel horrible and creepy. You were so young and innocent, and he was an old man lusting over you. He was raised in a time where it was taboo to marry someone that was more than five years younger/older than you, but there he was: in love with a nineteen year old.

“Do you want to spar after breakfast?” He suggested, really only desperate for any excuse to see you. You slowly nodded your head. Your sleepiness was visible to the eye, from your half-open eyes to how you were practically moving in slow motion.

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle and point towards the coffee machine. “I made coffee. It might wake you up” he said, amused as he watched your eyes light up.

You quickly walked over to the cabinet and reached for a coffee mug. You struggled to reach, even on your tiptoes. “Here you go, sweetheart” Steve said, easily grabbing it and handing it to you.

Once the coffee had passed your lips, you felt ready for the day. He handed you a bowl of apple slices. “Is this where you give me a lecture about how important breakfast is?” You teased, gladly accepting the bowl.

A small grin slipped onto his lips. To him, you were the human form of perfection. He loved hearing you giggle or watching you get excited. All of your silly jokes managed to put a smile on the old man’s face.

“I still hate that they made me do those dumb high school videos. They just made me seem like an old man” he said. You loved to tease him about those videos. It was a nice little inside joke that the two of you had.

You both ate together in quiet silence. Once you finished, you jumped down off your stool. “I’ll take care of your dishes” Steve volunteered, already taking them from you. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

“Thanks. I’ll go get changed and meet you in the training room?” You suggested. He nodded in agreement, giving you a peck on the top of your head. You froze, shocked by the sudden action. He quickly apologized and bashfully looked down at the ground.

You felt the heat radiating off your cheeks as you walked back to your room.

Steve had always been a mentor to you, and you both were normally pretty affectionate. It wasn’t out of the normal for you two to be cuddling and watching a movie on a Friday night. There were sometimes when things would get a bit too affectionate, whether it was a kiss on the forehead or holding hands.

He always left you with a fluttering feeling and a schoolgirl smile on your face.

You grabbed a sports bra and some leggings out of your dresser and got changed. After throwing your hair into a ponytail, you headed down to the training room. You didn’t normally opt for a sports bra, but all of your athletic tank tops were dirty. So, you threw a light jacket over your sports bra.

You saw Steve through the giant glass windows. He was already lifting some weights. You opened the door, and he looked up to meet your eyes. He greeted you with a small smile.

When he turned around to set down his weights, you took the opportunity to admire his back muscles. You set down your workout bag and unzipped your jacket, throwing it on top of your bag.

Steve turned around to face you, and you saw his eyes go wide. You noticed his eyes roll down your body. Then, he forced himself to look up at your face. “I—ummm. I’m sorry” he mumbled over his words.

His cheeks were on fire as his face became bright red. He didn’t know where to look, so he settled for the floor. He was too ashamed to look into your eyes, but couldn’t stare at your body anymore.

“Actually...I can’t—I mean, I have to go,” his words were rushed and frantic. He didn’t even pick up his bag before quickly jogging out of the door. You were left all alone.

You looked back at where he had just stood, feeling nothing but confusion. You didn’t even know what to think. He hadn’t said much of anything before running out the door.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and went back to your room. You set your stuff back on your bed and heard people talking outside your door. You peeked out the door and saw Steve talking to Tony, Nat, Wanda, and Sam, who were all sitting on the couch.

You kept your door only cracked open, so they couldn’t see you. “Oh come on. Just tell her how you feel. It’s better than running around avoiding her” Natasha told him. Steve put his head in his hands. He had no idea what to do.

“She probably knows anyway. You aren’t exactly the most subtle. You two and your little movie nights” Sam said, chuckling. You wondered if Steve liked you and that’s what they were talking about. “You knew about that?” Steve’s cheeks became an even darker shade of red.

You could hear Wanda and Natasha whispering to each other about how cute you both looked when you were cuddling. You could feel your heart racing.

Did Steve really like you?

“Come on, Cap. How do you feel about her? Do you love her?” Tony asked, aiming for a serious answer.

The room was quiet for a moment. You thought they could hear your heart pounding as it rang in your ears. You stepped into the room, so you could hear better. They all saw you, but didn’t make any gesture so Steve wouldn’t know.

“Of course I’m in love in her. I think about her all the time. How could I not? She's the sweetest person I’ve ever met, and I love being around her. I love how she giggles when she tells jokes, and how she gets flustered when anyone compliments her. But at the end of the day, I am so much older than she is. She’d probably think I’m a creepy old man if she knew how I felt. She definitely doesn’t feel the same way, so what the fuck am I supposed to do?” He asked, running his hand through his blonde hair.

You couldn’t form the words to respond.

“Steve?” your voice sounded weak and vulnerable. He spun around and met your eyes. You saw the panic wash through him. “Oh shit” he mumbled to himself.

You could only think of one thing to say. “Is all of that true?” You asked him, still having a hard time believing. He nodded, but hung his head in shame.

“We’ll give you both a minute” Wanda said, before they all exited the room. You walked closer to Steve, but he still couldn’t look you in the eye. “Look at me” you said, softly.

His big blue eyes met yours, and you could see all of his worry. “So do you think I’m creepy yet?” His voice broke. You let your fingers slip through his, interlacing your hands. His eyes darted to your hands.

“I don’t think you’re creepy. I think you’re kind of cute” you said, bashfully. He tilted his head towards the side, confused by your words.

You watched his eyes glance down at your lips. “Can you just kiss me already?” You practically begged him. He chuckled before slipping his arms around your waist. He leaned in and slowly connected your lips.

He hesitantly pressed his lips against yours. Your grinned as you noticed his nervousness. You slid your tongue against his bottom lip, encouraging him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, toying with the ends of his hair. You both pulled away as you heard whistling. You looked over your shoulder and saw Sam watching you both.

“Come on, let’s go” Steve said, taking your hand and pulling you towards your room.

Sam wolf whistled again at the both of you. “Ignore him” Steve whispered in your ear, before closing the door behind you.

You laid down on your bed and pulled him down with you. “How about we watch a movie?” You suggested, running your fingers through his hair.

He nodded his head before adjusting himself on the bed. He sat with his back against the headboard, and let you sit in between his legs with your back against his chest.

You ran your fingers up and down his legs beside you as you started the movie. He pressed a kiss to your temple.

“So why did you run out of the training room this morning?” You asked, glancing back at him. He chuckled to himself before answering you. “The sight of you in that sports bra. I felt like a creep ogling at you. I knew I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to freak you out” he told you, scratching the back of your neck.

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks. “I wish you would’ve told me that. I was having a hard time not staring you, Mr. Muscles” you teased, leaning into his touch.

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if you’re taking requests maybe roadtrips with eren, jean, armin and connie?

road trips

oh my god this is the greatest idea i’ve ever heard. 

eren, jean, armin, connie + road trips

(going on a road trip with all four of them at the end)

cw: fairly gender-neutral, modernverse, weed references

𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗷𝗮𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗿

eren insists on driving the whole time, no matter how long the trip is.

his phone is plugged into the aux because “my car, my rules” but he doesn’t complain when you unlock his phone and start picking songs. 

forcing him to pull into a drive-through so he can eat real food, not just the 44 oz of mountain dew and monster energy he got from the gas station before you left.

hand-feeding him french fries.

playing i spy when it’s too dark to see anything, or on long highway stretches where the scenery doesn’t change. 

“i spy... something blue.” “is it the sky?” “you’re so good at this, babe.”

it’s very easy to talk him into impulsive detours, even if they’re in the opposite direction – he may be the one driving, but he’s relying solely on you for instructions. just tell him where you’re going and he’ll take you there.

“___ is only a two hour drive from here! we should go!” “yeah? okay.” 

driving with the windows down and enjoying the cool nighttime air.

car-camping in national parks – putting the seats down in the back and throwing together your bed for the night, sitting on the hood of his car to look at the stars with no light pollution, getting baked and watching a dumb show off his phone before going to sleep. 

at this point, eren realizes he forgot to pack his phone charger so you’ve gotta share.

getting breakfast together. eren’s not a morning person, but he can’t be grumpy when you’re looking so cute and sleepy in one of his hoodies. 

eren driving with one hand on the wheel and the other holding yours, occasionally lifting it up for a kiss as a silent thank you for being there with him. as if you’d dream of being anywhere else. 

𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻

listening to the radio to keep things spontaneous, usually the classic rock stations. 

jean taking his hands off the wheel because he needs to air-bass along.

listening to true crime podcasts when the radio cuts out – it’s funny watching jean’s face twist up in disgust during crime scene details, and sometimes he yells in response as if the podcasters can hear him. you also play detective about who you think did it – loser buys food at the next stop. 

music keeps things energetic at the start, but podcasts keep his mind stimulated when he’s been driving for a while. 

the original plan is to split the driving, but you end up falling asleep with your face smushed against the window and jean doesn’t have the heart to wake you up. he doesn’t mind driving the rest of the way.

stopping for food every couple of hours to make sure you’re both eating properly, not just snacks. you do have plenty of snacks, though. 

jean going "uh – excuse me” whenever you open a bag of something and sticking his hand out. he’s like a dad, he always needs a handful of whatever you’re having. sharing is caring. 

jean always packs a lot of unnecessary things, and he will reserve the right to say i told you so when his double-hammock comes in handy.

limited stops along the way (minus food/gas/bathroom) – getting there relatively early means you can relax in the hotel room and maybe explore/go out for dinner later that night.  

when you take over driving, jean is a big window-watcher and takes a lot of pictures of the mountains/scenery. 

already making plans on cool things you can do on the way back, when you have no time restraints – day trips, scenic rest stops, hikes, etc. 

𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘁

stopping at a starbucks first-thing to get drinks for the road (he makes sure to get some food too so you’re not just running off a venti iced coffee)

splitting the driving – armin is the better (and calmer) navigator so you usually take the first and final shift. 

dozens of cute polaroids to put in your adventure scrapbook

researches fun (and romantic) things you can do when you get to your destination and reads them aloud to you. you come up with a plan together. that waterfall hike sounded really fun. 

armin takes lots of videos because he likes making little montages for his socials

you’re in control of the music. armin likes when you show him new artists – he’ll slowly nod his head along and inevitably add the songs to his spotify. he really likes snail mail. 

he takes over driving when you get tired – he likes holding your hand when he drives, or sometimes you’ll lean over and rest your hand on his thigh.

armin trying not to melt when you put on one of his hoodies for warmth – you have your own, but his are comfier and they smell like him. 

silly games to pass time like i spy or looking for different license plates. it’s fun until armin gets clever and spies things like the mile marker from 10 miles back. 

you insist you aren’t going to fall asleep because you wanna keep him company, but you end up curling into your pillow and dozing off mid-conversation. it’s adorable, and he doesn’t mind. he’ll usually turn on a podcast or an audiobook. 

armin stays awake the whole time but it catches up with him once you reach your destination – all he wants to do is cuddle and rest up

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

leaving a day in advance or very early in the morning because you stop at every tourist attraction along the way.

scenic lookout? let’s go there. world’s biggest ball of yarn? fuck, count me in. meteor craters? already merging onto the exit. dinosaur bones? you read my mind. 

picking up cool souvenirs along the way like geodes and stickers to put on his water bottle. maybe a funky lil alien to hang from the rearview mirror, along with his 20 tree air fresheners. 

taking cute, cheesy pictures of and with each other – connie posing with his arms out like he’s holding the mountain, standing in front of national park signs, etc. 

you collaborated on a road-trip playlist in advance (it’s 12 hours long)

somehow you end up listening to veggie tales or absolutely losing it until the car starts rocking to britney spears

"i love this song” to every song, as if he didn’t put it on the playlist 

listening to connie sing along and butcher all the lyrics. impressive falsetto, though. 

arsenal of snacks – more than you realistically need

screaming every time you see a new “welcome to ___” sign

“WELCOME TO ___!” “WOOOOOO!”

connie rocking the socks with slides. it’s comfortable. 

pulling through drive throughs every once in a while for food, continuously forgetting to throw out the trash bag from your last stop. 

𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺

stopping at the gas station to fill up the gas tank and stock up on snacks for the road – almost everything from the candy aisle, giant bags of doritos, slushies, energy drinks. nobody really thinks to get actual food.

the driving is split between eren “i’m serious, pull the fucking car over or i’m gonna piss myself, jean” jaeger and jean “eren stop honking my fucking horn, traffic won’t go any faster” kirstein. armin is the navigator because they’ll both get everyone lost.

everyone has their turn with the aux cord – until connie cracks himself up playing the same song over and over, then you have to pry it from eren’s cold, dead hands.

so many pictures

impulsive stops at tourist attractions.

playing dumb games to pass the time (quickly turns into replacing one word on each sign with “poop” because they’re all a bunch of children).

finally stopping at a diner later that night for real food

making it to the campsite and setting up tents and hammocks

getting baked around the campfire and telling spooky stories

connie complaining and scaring himself while he wanders off into the dark forest to find a spot to piss

smores (ofc)

going on group hikes and jumping into lakes/down waterfalls together. video of jean belly-flopping.

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—ateez as boyfriends [ domestic au ]

notes: swearing. suggestive dialogue. fluff. i blame a certain someone for this, not gonna say who. @kireiwoo

— hongjoong

very caring and attentive towards you

so much so, that even his friends have complained how it isn't fair he doesn't scold you like the way he does to them

he enjoys many activities with you, such as

helping him dye his hair an ungodly color every other month

he'll insist you try experimenting with your own tresses

but you only have the courage to dye the very ends of your strands

"i don't think i can pull off that color as well as you do," you'd say.

"that's a load of bull. you'll suit every hair color."

you'll just roll your eyes playfully at his biased behavior.

other activities include getting tiny matching tattoos together.

the tiny flower and butterfly on your wrists was most likely your favorite due to its simplicity in design and the meaning behind it as well.

spontaneous dates are his favorite.

behind closed doors, he loves to constantly shower you with pecks and smooches.

often gets teased by his friends from how whipped he is for you.

randomly books vacations for you two to relax and unwind every so often.

although he enjoys it, he is a big, tired baby when it comes to traveling

always wanting to lean his head against your shoulder

or cuddling you close for warmth due to the airport's air conditioners blasting frigid air.

has written many songs about you

and when he's finally ready, he'll not only ask you to listen to them, but to also spend the rest of your life with him and share his last name as well.

— seonghwa

constant pet names

"darling."

"the sun to my stars."

"the moon to my sun."

"love of my life."

you like to call him mars, mostly.

but he revels when you call him 'twinkle eyes' for some reason.

has a habit of pulling you into his lap.

you'll subconsciously play with the strands of his hair as he does so, him being too distracted bickering with his friends to realize sometimes.

will always give you pleading looks whenever wooyoung or san tease him.

sometimes, you walk in to find wooyoung settling onto your boyfriend's back while he greedily devours the bowl of popcorn entirely by himself.

or other times when both wooyoung and san constrict his limbs with their arms whenever you're near.

"y/n can't save you now, so cut the whining."

you'll only sigh and shake your head in amusement.

"what are you guys doing to my poor boyfriend?"

"he changed the movie we were watching without our permission!"

"because i have no damn clue what's going on, and harry potter is too confusing!"

coffee dates.

loves to sleep with you tucked against his chest.

always has an arm draped around your frame.

butterfly kisses on your neck.

soft touches against the small of your back and waist.

his favorite pastime with you would be stargazing.

"baby, look. it's me, mars-io," he'd say whilst pointing up to the large, bright star in the night sky.

when it's too cloudy outside, or when the weather isn't forgiving, he'll turn on the indoor star projector he bought so the two of you can stargaze in the comfort of your own bed.

— yunho

is the epitome of romantic.

is constantly smothering you in love and affection.

always has heart eyes and admiration in his eyes at whatever small task you do or say.

rant about an ancient dynasty?

heart eyes.

bombard him with useless information about a certain abandoned island.

heart eyes.

gush about the new cute bakery that recently opened up?

heart eyes.

if you had a money jar for every time he says 'i love you', you'd have enough money to buy a plane ticket or two.

always willing to drop everything to help you with whatever it is you need.

will wake up in the middle of the night when you text him to ask if he's awake or not.

willingly stays up to keep you company.

but sometimes, when he's too tired, he'll knock out accidentally and profusely apologize to you in the morning.

very supportive of your life choices.

hates seeing you cry because it makes him want to bawl his eyes out as well.

his hugs are bone-crushing.

but he is a gentle giant nonetheless.

likes to attempt to bake pastries with you.

half of the time, the goods either turn out undercooked or burnt.

"they have love in them, that's all that matters."

will always insist that you can rant to him about anything and everything.

you've never felt so valued in your life before meeting him.

is the most understanding human being you've ever gotten the pleasure of knowing.

"i wish we were vampires," he says one day.

you give him an amused look, lips outstretched into a smile, "why, silly?"

"so we can spend an eternity together."

— yeosang

his heart flutters when you notice the smallest things he does.

it makes him feel appreciated and acknowledged.

like when he changes up his hairstyle or earrings.

or when he wears a new sweater.

a big, big softie when it comes to you.

can and will want to spend all day in your arms on his days off.

quick witted and has a knack for noticing the tiniest detail.

very shy and awkward at first.

but when he gets more comfortable as time passes on, you won't be safe from his snarky little comments anymore.

will constantly bring up the thing you said or did months ago to prove a point.

"oh, you like this flavor? three months ago you told me it tasted like vomit."

"remember that time you woke up in a rush to get to work thinking you were late, only for me to drag you back inside because it was three in the fucking morning?"

you stop mid-chew and peer up from your plate of rice.

"your point, yeosang?"

"oh, nothing this time. i just wanted to tease you."

is the type to have a mid-life crisis when you can't decide on a restaurant.

"but i don't want to eat at the chicken place again," you'll whine.

"it's been thirty minutes, and you still haven't decided what you want!"

"you're rushing me!"

"y/n! just pick!"

loves to cuddle with you, especially in the colder months.

wraps a blanket around your frame and tugs you in closer against his chest.

pretends not to understand your jokes just to spite and tease you.

loves when you cling onto him.

his favorite pastime with you would be just walking around together at night and trying out different types of street food.

or even visiting any of the local beaches for a relaxing walk together.

— san

persistently keen about whenever you feel upset or down.

he reads you better than any open book.

sometimes, it scares you, but you appreciate how he's always so eagle-eyed about your behavior.

loves to hug your head.

you allow wooyoung to crash some of your dates with san sometimes.

other times, san will whine and tell him to go find his own date.

"if y/n accepted you as a boyfriend, then you should've disclosed that i'm part of the deal as well. buy one get one free."

"as what exactly?"

"the hot, clingy best friend."

will take numerous duck-faced selfies of himself because you think they're cute.

often times, he'll ask you to mirror his expression, only for him to press his lips against yours a second before his phone snaps the picture.

likes when you kiss his dimple.

"y/n! it looks like a crater from the amount of times you've kissed it."

he likes to tease you.

a lot.

touchy.

very touchy.

always has an arm around you.

rests his chin against your shoulders.

playfully smacks your rear when you're sassy with him.

or leans in to hold your jaw whilst whispering teasing words into your ear that has you becoming docile and bothered in mere seconds.

has you wrapped around his finger as much as you have him wrapped around your own.

likes to have weekly picnics with you at the park and admires all the dogs running about.

"i should bring byeol next week. maybe she'll like to play fetch too."

"i don't think that's a good idea.."

you often find him fast asleep holding onto a plushie for dear life whenever you're away.

you'll pull it away from his arms, causing him to stir awake groggily.

he'll stare in confusion as you throw the plushie aside, before pulling you in tighter as you wriggle into his arms.

"you're softer than shiber," he'll mumble sleepily against the crown of your head.

— mingi

mingi is sometimes self-conscious around the public eye and others, but when it comes to you, those layers of fear and insecurity get stripped away instantly.

doesn't mind being vulnerable with you.

he craves affection, adores it even, but is insecure about not being able to return it well enough for his liking.

likes when you give him attention.

easily gets jealous when someone else grabs your interest.

reassuring him 24/7.

"yes, mingi. you're the love of my life."

kissing his pouting lips for good measure.

the smallest of gestures has him a blushing mess.

even holding hands in public.

when he's not being a sentimental sap, he'll like teasing you lovingly.

"wow, you have this many photos of me in your phone?"

you'll scrutinize him in confusion.

"are you that obsessed with me, y/n?"

"mingi! you told me to take half of those photos of you!"

"oh, right. i forgot."

a silence weighs down onto the two of you.

"but would you have taken them if i never asked you to?"

constantly laughs about the things you say, although you don't think you're that funny.

always seeks your approval subconsciously.

will always shield you from the rain, playfully yelling at the droplets sometimes.

"you can't make y/n wet! only i can!"

"mingi! we are in public!"

wanted to go strawberry picking because he saw a celebrity try it out on instagram live.

accidentally steps on many berries though.

"it's okay, they'll just make another plant. i did them a favor."

brags about you like no tomorrow.

even for the tiniest, minuscule thing.

"oh, i've already tried the brand of ice cream. y/n always buys that for me."

"i don't need to pay all this money for a measly slice of cake. y/n's cakes are much better."

"no, wooyoung. i'm not jealous of your new shoes." he'll lightly pinch the boy's side, "y/n and i have already bought ourselves matching pairs."

"you two are so fucking cheesy, it hurts."

when he's not bragging about you, he's boasting about himself.

but if that's what helps him raise his confidence levels up, you'll gladly sit down hours on end listening to how he has more 'swag' and 'charisma' than all of his older friends combined.

— wooyoung

teases you like his life depends on it.

says you can't get enough of him, when in reality it's the other way around.

but you let him believe whatever he wants.

but deep down he just really gets satisfied with himself if he raises your mood and makes you smile.

especially when you're not having a great day.

uses way too many emojis when texting you.

"wooyoung, why am i saved as as 'clingy bug' on your contacts?"

he'll squawk indignantly and laugh awkwardly for a second.

"who told you this lie!?"

"seonghwa?"

always wants to show off your love in front of his friends.

"no, i don't want my early birthday gift now. wait until the others show up, and do it front of them."

"but why?"

"so everyone can see how much you love me. can you also cry for good measure?"

"absolutely not."

he enjoys the dates you have in his apartment the most.

the ones where he cooks for you and asks for your help, only for him to pester you about over-seasoning or undersalting something.

"okay, fine! we'll just order take out if it tastes that bad," you pout, flinging a small piece of onion on his face.

his head instantly snaps back to eye you judgingly, fist gripping the poor spatula.

"over my dead body."

"so, y/n. how does my plating look?"

"it's beautiful, wooyoung. you've outdone y-"

"what else is beautiful?" he demands, face leaning over the table to give you a knowing grin.

you shove a piece of meat and rice into his mouth, shrugging nonchalantly.

"me."

he deflates at your answer, spluttering pieces of rice onto your face.

"jung wooyoung, you slob!"

— jongho

is the type of boyfriend to stop you in the middle of the road to tie your shoe for you.

very charming and goofy in his own way.

takes pride in himself and his abilities to cater to your every whim and need.

even when you don't ask for his help.

aggressively opens jars for you when you struggle to pry them open.

"no one messes with my y/n."

"you're fussing at a jar of pickled radish, baby."

the type to cling close to you in public in fear of any of the bicyclists or pedestrians bumping into you and harming you in any way.

sometimes acts like you're made of glass.

while it's endearing occasionally, it is a bit suffocating at other times.

doesn't believe you when you say you're tough and don't need protection.

very selfless and willing to help you with anything you need.

never one to shy away from social gatherings with his friends, always pulling you along with him despite you being shy and clingy most of the night.

also a big tease.

when you help him hold down his legs for sit ups, he asks for a smooch.

pulls away from you when you try to kiss him.

and will laugh at your pouting face as he urges you to try once more.

"stop moving, i just want to kiss you!"

after numerous tries, he finally allows you ( you truly think you over-powered him though ) to kiss his cheeks or lips.

he then proceeds to squawk loudly in retaliation and playful disgust.

although he loves teasing you, when the game is flipped the other way, he'll be a shy mess of embarrassment.

"i don't mumble your name in my sleep."

"you always do, silly."

tucked underneath his macho exterior, you know he's prone to criticism and takes it to heart much more than he likes to show and admit.

so, whenever you get the chance, you always fulfill his need to be appreciated, loved, and taken care of.

is utterly and extremely protective of you.

"who just whistled at you?" he grumbles, "i'll break their jaw like an apple, you know i will."

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