#he deserves a soft gf to share clothes with and hug

[hahnspoetrywrites]

Claire coming home and finding you in bed, passed out. She sneaks quietly downstairs to make you both supper before gently waking you with kisses peppered all over your face. "C'mon, my darling. You can go back to sleep after you eat. I'll even let you sit on my lap."

(I am. So tired. So. Brain thought is difficult, but Claire makes it so worth it.)

i also included a lil bit of this ask with this one!!: Claire holding you so impossibly close and letting you cling on to her after a particularly hard day of work.

tags: mentions of illness / being unwell, claire being the best gf ever, fluff.

i... i got carried away, let’s just say that. hope you enjoy!! xo (sending you lots of love and hugs!! hopefully you can get the rest you deserve!)

You’d been sent home early, you weren’t feeling very well. You hadn’t told Claire, rather taken public transport home so you didn’t bother her. The second you reached your shared home, you kicked your shoes off, dropped your bag by the door and headed upstairs straight to your bed. You promptly collapsed onto the bed sheets, falling asleep quickly due to your exhaustion.

Claire usually got a visit from you before you headed home but worried when she hadn’t seen you at all during the day. You’d have visited by now, but you had yet to grace her with your presence. When another colleague, Leanne, knocked on her door to hand her something, she asked about you, knowing you two worked together often.

“Oh, they didn’t tell you? They got sent home early. They weren’t feeling very well and couldn’t stay here.”

Claire’s face dropped, worry etching into her features as she thought of you, at home, alone and unwell.

“Cancel my meetings for the rest of the day.” Claire asked as she rushed to grab her things, shoving them into her handbag and work bag hastily before putting her blazer back on and rushing out of the office. As she climbed into her car, she tried calling you but there was no answer. Her driver pulled away, watching his passenger with worry. 

“Are you okay, ma’am?” He asked gently.

“Yes, yes,” she lied as he continued driving. All throughout the drive, she panicked, chewing her fingernails as they inched closer to your home. She loved sharing a home with you, loved waking up to you in her arms. You were her home. As he pulled into the driveway, she rushed out, yelling a quick thank you to her driver before unlocking the door. Your shoes and bag sat by the door, left haphazardly in your unwell daze. Claire cleared your shoes away, before taking her own off. She grabbed your bag before calling your name softly. There was no answer, so she headed up the stairs. Walking towards your shared bedroom, she smiled softly at your sleeping form. You always looked so beautiful when you slept. She left her bag and yours by the drawers near the door before crouching down in front of your face. She lightly brushed your hair away from your face, seeing your flushed complexion, you looked so worn out. She left a soft kiss on your nose before grabbing her comfy clothes and changing in your en-suite, not wanting to wake you at all. As she re-entered the bedroom, she grabbed a blanket from the basket at the end of your bed, draping it over your form before heading downstairs. 

You woke slowly, feeling soft little kisses being placed along your face, from your temple down to your cheek to your jaw and back up again.

“Wake up, sleepyhead. Can’t have you sleeping all evening baby,” that familiar voice whispered into your ear, making you smile softly. You opened your eyes to see Claire sitting on the bed next to you, a soft smile gracing her face. 

“Hi, my sleeping beauty,” She greeted you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“Hi,” you replied, sleep still evident in your voice.

“How’re you feeling? Leanne said you were sent home.” Claire was worried, she always was when your health and well-being were involved. She had every right to be worried too, you were her baby, she had to look after you.

“I’m feeling better, think I just needed sleep. You don’t have to worry so much, honey. I’ll be okay,” Claire’s lips met yours one more time, needing to feel you were okay. 

“I promise, I’m okay,” you whispered against her lips.

“We’re staying home tomorrow, and for the whole weekend, okay?” Claire asked, although you knew it was more or less an order. Almost a doctor's order, and who were you to complain when your doctor was so gorgeous.

“Okay,” you agreed.

“Now, let’s get you into something more comfortable. I’ve made your favourite for dinner. C'mon, my darling. You can go back to sleep after you eat. I'll even let you sit on my lap.” Claire pulled you up gently so you sat up. She was gentle in every single movement, handling you with such care as she helped you change. Once you were changed, she led you downstairs and into the living room. Sitting you down on the couch, she left a gentle kiss on your lips before holding up two fingers, signalling she’d be back in two minutes. You curled yourself more into the jumper you wore, one of Claire’s old college hoodies that had become baggier and more worn-in with time. You buried your face into the sleeve, it smelled like Claire’s perfume, a smell that reminded you of home. Claire came back into the room, two plates in her arms with your favourite dinner. You smiled as she handed you one, the other left on the coffee table before she disappeared again, bringing your drinks back with her. You had tea, she had wine. As much as you wanted a glass, you knew you shouldn’t. The raging headache you would get wouldn’t be worth it. You both ate in comfortable silence, basking in the others’ company and enjoying the delicious meal she’d cooked for you. When you both finished, she took the plate from your lap and headed to the kitchen. When you followed, she ushered you back into the living room, gently telling you off for following. 

“Baby, you’re too tired! Get comfortable on the couch, my darling. I’ll be back in a few minutes, I promise,” She gently sat you back down on the couch, kissing your nose. You grabbed her hand before she could leave you.

“But I want you here, with me. Please.” You pleaded gently, watching her smile grow.

“Two minutes, then you can have all the cuddles you want, my sweet. I promise. You can sit in my lap and have all the cuddles you want, baby.” 

You agreed and let her go. 

“Two minutes.” Claire reassured before disappearing back into the kitchen. You made yourself more comfortable, curling into the corner like you usually did but something was missing. You knew what it was immediately, it was Claire’s warmth. She was always so warm and gentle (aside from when you didn’t want her to be, but that’s a story for another day), cuddling with her made everything feel better, made everything feel right. You were so caught up in your thoughts, you hadn’t realised Claire had returned until she began pulling you into her lap carefully. You leaned against her chest, arms wrapping around her neck as you burrowed your head into her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around you tightly, not before she grabbed the blanket from the back of the sofa, covering you both up so you remained warm. 

“That’s better, isn’t it, baby?” Claire asked, feeling you nod against her shoulder. Claire grabbed the remote from the arm of the sofa, turning the tv on to find something to play as background noise. Once she’d settled on something, probably some random cooking show, she turned her attention to you, leaving little kisses on your forehead, nose and lips. Before long, you were fast asleep in Claire’s arms, looking forward to spending a full weekend with her, alone, with no distractions or events to attend. You looked forward to her undivided attention and love. God, you were so lucky. She thought she was incredibly lucky too, she loved you so much, and she would never fail to remind you and show you. No matter what, you were her baby, and you were more important to her than anyone else.

#i 💜 claire debella society #claire debella x reader #c: claire debella #our-blood-is-our-ink #debella2024!!! #kathryn hahn x reader

[cloudyyangel]

Reader is bigger than Shigaraki but really, who isn’t?

tw: body size. ~600 words

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His clothes don’t fit you; not even that hoodie he wears to swallow and hide himself. You’re bigger than him, bigger than most, and know to keep your own shirts laying around. It’s nothing you aren’t use to- honestly you don’t mind. But Shigaraki does. He’ll pout from the bed as you hunch over to try and find your shirt, his own being flung to the side without a second thought. It pisses him off. He offered his own shirt, offered to give up one of the few items he truly has to you. You didn’t even consider putting on his shirt- just dismissed him with a light laugh and kiss to the forehead before scouring his room. He knows the two of you are different. Shigaraki is...small in a way. He may have the grandiose nature of a king but not the build. He’s lanky- all skin and bones and harsh scars. Shigaraki is not warm, there’s nothing smooth about him, and he hates it all hates himself while you...are the complete opposite.

Warm soft skin, smooth to him no matter what imperfections there are, and so so plush. He could fall into you- sink down where it’s safe where he’s safe and stay there through anything. His shaking fingers sink easily into you hips when he pulls you to him after a long day apart. His mouth eagerly bites into the flesh of your thighs, getting a mouthful before sucking harshly. Even your cheeks are traced and squeezed lightly as his half gloved hands roam your body. It embarrassed you at first- how needy and touchy he was- is. He can’t help it, it’s your fault, for being everything he’s never had. He’s relentless in his advances and only huffs at you when you try to dissuade him with gentle protests and redirecting actions. The day he finally finally pulls you into his lap has you babbling about how big you are and pointless other excuses that make him livid (who put those thoughts into your head? When has he ever been anything less than obsessed with you and worshiped your body? Stop worrying about what others have said or thought when he’s right there). When your weight settles into his lap, arms around his neck and stomach squished between you two, he feels whole. He buries himself in you- head shoved into the crook of you neck, your thighs straddling his lap and spilling over his legs, gloved hands resting against your back until he’s so thoroughly consumed by you. You’re so goddamn warm against him, and he swears he can feel every fiber and vein and beat of your heart within him. It’s overwhelming- your entire being. He’s only known sharpness, pain, loss, and so much more throughout his life. He needs you- needs to feel your skin and fat and heartbeat because it reminds him of the fact that you’re here. You’re here with him and he lov-

He snaps at you one day, not because he means too but because he’s still learning through his impatience. You’re taking too long just hurry up and get dressed (although he would give almost anything to stay like this, in the afterglow of one of your countless nights together, watching you search naked around his room) He throws a shirt at you and tells you to put it on- he doesn’t have all day to wait around ya know. “This isn’t mine Tomura.” You reply easily, immune to his snaps and growls by this point. “No,” he snaps again, “it’s mine. Put it on.” That old embarrassment at his insistence creeps back in. You know this game, when friends would insist you could fit into their shirts after a sleepover or when the department store worker would insist you just try on the one size too small jeans. You’re about to protest again and unfold the plain shirt to hold it up to your body, show him just how small it is. It keeps unfolding. He’s never worn this before. Shigaraki has exactly six shirts, one hoodie, and two jackets. However, it smells like him, and it’s a faded plain black like he wears. The collar is even loose from where he tugs on them to scratch his neck. You can tell he has worn it, at some point, because it feels exactly like the others he has. It’ll be big on you so he would be swallowed up by it. Why would he get this oversized-,“You’re suppose to wear my clothes.” He’s muttering to himself but staring at you with a touch of hesitancy in his eyes. Oh. You are suppose to wear his clothes, that’s how relationships go right? You’ve both never been privy to this part. The shirt slips on easy along with a faint reddening to Shigaraki’s face and neck as he watches. It’s him surrounding you now as you bring the collar up to bury your smile into it. It’s just a shirt that fits you, his shirt that fits you. Just a shirt. It’s more to both of you.

#shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #chubby!reader #shigaraki fluff #someone teach me how to tag omg #he deserves a soft gf to share clothes with and hug #if any one of y’all says some silly ass shit about shigaraki being ooc I’ll bite your ankles #he’s soft and kind I can feel it in my bones. he just needs a chance to show it. #I don’t wanna tag it because this was purely for myself. someone accommodating my body in a relationship 😌 anyways #I literally only wrote this because one time my ex was like “don’t forget to bring a shirt bc I don’t want you stretching mine out” #and I just saw fanart of shigs and he’s so skinny. but I automatically knew he WOULDNT pull some shit like that #I can hear my professor yelling “write an ending!”. no I most certainly will not I will just end it and leave thank you!! #ahahahaha anyways it’s 12am here you go peeps #🌥 cloudy writes #🌥 cloudy writes bnha

[genshin-hours]

M-margie... Eli r-relationship headcanons... With a f-female reader... Pretty please...? I haven't eaten a good food (👀) for a while... *collapses*

margaretha+eli relationship hcs (female reader)

I wasn't sure if you were addressing me or asking for margaretha too, so I figured yall can just have both. the problem with going by a name of a character you write for. anyways I hope these are good 💖

margaretha

margie is the cutest gf!!!

she is very affectionate and cuddly, caring and gentle, but also strong and self sufficient

this woman has been through a lot with her past relationships, and being with sergei has hurt her mentally and physically :(

it was hard for her to push through her fears to have a relationship with you

she was afraid, but she loves you so much, and she was willing to put it aside because she thinks you're the most amazing woman in the world

be gentle with her!!! as strong as she is, she is going through a lot

loves to pepper you with kisses and hugs all the time and curl up with you to snuggle in fluffy blankets

when you walk she likes to hold your hand and compare hand sizes subconsciously

also likes to show off that you're her girlfriend because she thinks you're amazing and cute together!

also if you can, she would love to share clothes. whether she lends them to you or borrows yours, she thinks it is adorable

wants to take you to restaurants or cafes for dates, but if she can't, garden walks or tea parties are just as lovely

might plan a cute picnic for you too and cook everything (with a little help of course)

also likes to get you little material gifts like necklaces, rings, bracelets, etc. to show how much she loves you

wear them and her heart will melt!!

margie loves dancing for you too, and if you let her, she would love to teach you all the dances she knows simply to be chest to chest with you and see you get flustered!!

she absolutely adores you. loves spending time with you, and you're her sunshine. you make her days better and remind her how wonderful good relationships actually are.

eli

this man is head over heels for you!

absolutely adores you and loves being around you

eli has also had some problematic experiences with relationships, and it'll take him awhile to get over gertrude

but he cannot deny how wonderful you make him feel and how his face turns into a strawberry around you, and he wishes very badly to be with you

you'll have to make the first move, and of course he will say yes!!!

when you two are dating he is the cutest

loves linking arms with you and acting very gentlemanly around you

holds doors, holds your hand, lets you go first, etc.

likes to give you little ticklish kisses all over your face and hair, nuzzling into the crown of your head

gifts you with snacks, bakery, treats etc, wrapped up beautifully on your bed for you.

thinks you deserve the world! and if you get him a gift back, he would first try to give it back, but when you insist he is literally melting

he can't believe someone wanted to give him a gift because he doesn't think he is worthy

tell him he is amazing, hold his hands, kiss his cheeks, etc.

loves taking you on dates around the town or city and going on long late night walks with just the two of you and brooke rose popping in every so often

might also get someone to help him make you two dinner so you can share a romantic candlelit dinner

loves spooning when you cuddle, and enjoys being the big spoon to hold you close to his chest

tells you how beautiful, smart, kind, amazing etc you are, and that you're the most wonderful girlfriend he could ever ask for

eli just loves you so so much and wants to hold your hands and kiss you while you cuddle in soft blankets and listen to soft music together

#identity v #identity v headcanons #identity v imagines #identity v x reader #idv headcanons #idv #idv imagines #idv x reader #idv eli clark #idv eli #idv seer #idv margaretha zelle #idv margaretha #idv female dancer #idv dancer

[princessjungeun]

My Only One:Jeongyeon x Reader

Request: can I get uhhh jeongyeon scenario with extra angst oop 🙊 sooo jeong and her gf have been kinda distant since she’s been away for a comeback, gf gets rly jealous when she sees 2yeon being...well, 2yeon on vlive, so she starts pulling away and ignoring jeong’s calls and texts. BUT! jeong comes home and surprises her with a ton of cliche romance stuff - flowers, a mix tape, the works - reassures gf of her love then boom happy ending! love your work btw, thanks for taking the time to write for us💙

Jeongyeon had been busy with work for three months now. More and More promotions were about three weeks from ending, three weeks too long for you.

During times like this you aren’t able to see Jeongyeon everyday. Hell you are barely able to even have a phone conversation for more than ten minutes. Despite this you two always make it work, even though it’s a little hard.

But this time was a little different.

Jeongyeon hadn’t been able to call you much at all, you’ve only talked to her once this month. You did your best to keep up with her through fan updates and other accounts. Often, you found yourself watching Twice’s stages and other interviews quite frequently.

It was 1 AM when you got a V-Live notification reading 2연.

Clicking on the notification, it took you to the app, opening Jeongyeon and Nayeon’s livestream. You smiled at the sight of your girlfriend, progressively getting happier as you watched.

However slowly that happiness faded as you watched the two share skin ship. Nayeon was very affectionate especially towards Jeongyeon. But after you and Jeongyeon started dating she did it less frequently.

You couldn’t seem to tear your eyes from the screen, feeling jealousy bubble up from inside as the two hugged closely, giggling softly to each other. Feeling your heart sting when Nayeon rested her head on Jeongyeon’s shoulder, very obviously holding her hand. Nayeon almost inaudibly said “you’re so pretty...” Jeongyeon laughed at the sudden compliment, a blush forming in her cheeks.

Not wanting to watch any longer you closed the app, tossing your phone off the bed with a huff. What you didn’t know was Jeongyeon’s response to her member. Your girlfriend pushed Nayeon off her gently, reminding her that she had a girlfriend.

Your mind lingered on the interaction despite you trying to not think about it. Replaying the scene over and over in your head, getting more upset by the minute.

The sound of your phone buzzing against your bedside table filled your room. You picked it up and saw Jeongyeon was trying to call you. Thinking for a minute you decided not to answer it. Telling yourself It’s fine she has Nayeon.

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For the next few weeks you ignored almost all of Jeongyeon’s calls. You kept text message conversations short, only using a few words per sentence.

She immediately noticed the way you became distant but she couldn’t figure out why because you wouldn’t talk to her. Jeongyeon became more and more desperate to see you so she could just sort out the issue.

When she came home it was the middle of the afternoon. You were in your room tidying up your bed and drawers when you heard her shout “baby i’m home!”

Letting out a soft “in here” you continued to put your clothes away. Your eyes landed on Jeongyeon, not for long though as you ignored her.

A frown formed on her face and she pulled your arm so you’d look at her again. Her thumb grazing over the top of your hand he asked “Babe why are you ignoring me?” Snatching your hand away you responded “Jeongyeon-ah, go back to Nayeon...”

With that she dropped your hand and left the apartment, closing the front door behind her. You now wished she actually tried to talk to you, something she usually does when you’re ignoring her. Instead she just got up, probably going to her best friend to get what you weren’t giving her. Your stomach turned at the thought of the two girls together.

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Hours passed and Jeongyeon still didn’t return, you moped around your apartment waiting for her. Going back into your room you decided to just watch TV to pass time.

Eventually you heard the front door fly open, too embarrassed to even show your face you simply stayed in bed. You heard Jeongyeon clearly doing something in the kitchen and main room but you just let her be.

After a while she finally opened the door and slowly walked in. Looking at her you looked down at your lap, feeling slightly ashamed that you treated her the way you did.

Reaching a hand out she told you “follow me.” Looking at her for a moment you wondered why she wasn’t mad at you. Grabbing your hand she pulled you lightly, helping you stand up.

When you got to the kitchen and main room you saw balloons, flowers, your favorite foods, skincare products and more.

Looking at your girlfriend in confusion you asked “wha- I was mean why are you doing this?”

Wrapping her arms around your waist she kissed you gently, “I’m sorry...I was the one who messed up first. I shouldn’t make you doubt my feelings for you. You didn’t deserve that.”

You leaned forward resting your head against her, “I need to apologize too, I was being immature. You didn’t deserve that either.”

Kissing you on the forehead she asked “are we good now?” You nodded with a smile as she pulled you to the kitchen where all you favorite foods were waiting for you.

The rest of your night was spent eating your favorite foods and dancing around the kitchen.

Now the two of you were laying in bed watching your favorite movie. Legs tangled under the blankets, you were pulled close against Jeongyeon.

Your girlfriend kissed you gently before saying “I love you so much. Never think that I love anyone the way I love you. You’re the only one for me, my only one.”

#kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #twice fluff #twice scenarios #twice nayeon #twice jeongyeon #twice sana #twice momo #twice jihyo #twice mina #twice dahyun #twice chaeyoung #twice tzuyu

[cupsofsuga]

I can ask for a reaction to bts yandere when his gf is hurt by another yandere who is in love with him I hope you understand and thanks uwu

HEART SOLD  ━ YANDERE BTS REACTION*:･。.

WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers.  I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

Thank you for requesting, my love! 

P.S some of these contain a lot of gore, but nonetheless, enjoy!! xoxo

KIM SEOKJIN

━━━ Anger surges through his body and caresses his skin with its bitter touch. Pure, unadulterated rage. The clouds disintegrate, the galaxies start to crumble and all he can think about is this girl who has lied her filthy hands upon his lover, his everything, his soulmate. The tears are inevitable as the flow down her rosy cheeks, but he doesn’t care. It’s what the bitch deserves. She had touched you, hurt you, and if he wasn’t there, she would’ve gone further and potentially killed you. He scowls at the sore feeling in his heart once thinking about it, but he is quick to gather his thoughts. Jin refused to pay the thought any attention. After all, she should’ve known better than barging in uninvited. She should’ve known that touching you came with cruel, brutal consequences. She should’ve known his heart’s not up for sale.

You’re pulled into his deadly embrace, feeling his clothes soaked with blood against your body. You hug back, hands wobbly and heart pumping. And as you embrace him with fear in your bones, Jin tightens his grip with complete joy. Just by holding you sparks an undying light that warms and calms his stuttering heartbeat. He’s bleeding silver stardust and coughing up fragments of galaxies, and only your love will purify him.

“Oh God, Y/N… You’re ok! Thank god, you’re ok…! I-I-I don’t know what I would’ve done if you left me!”

MIN YOONGI

━━━ The room is white. A pure, unsettling white. Yoongi listens to the beeping; beep after beep that stutters his heartbeat. Wires upon wires are strapped to you in the isolated hospital room, he can spot the faint sight of bruises and scratches that litter your exposed skin. He stares, admires with a look so melancholically heartbreaking that the shatter of others hearts echoes. His entire galaxy is lying there. He sees planet after planet, stars upon stars and the sun that mimics your smile he so desperately craves to see.

And, god, does he feel guilty.

Guilty that he didn’t stop this girl before. Guilty that he wasn’t there to stop her from giving even the slightest mark on your skin. Guilty that he put you through trauma caused by him.Guilty that he wasn’t there in time to save you in time.

How could he have done this? How could he have let that absolute hellion lay their dirty hands upon his god/goddess? The guilt is suffocating and as much as he wants to put up his pale, small fists to fight back, his soul and body were far too weak and sore. Small, cherubic face adorned with luminescent tears, what a devastatingly beautiful sight it was to see. Broken sobs that linger in the room and the soft, hushed whispers of nonchalant words and begs was all caused by your pain. Yoongi sits on the end of the bed, watching in agony as you sleep with a pained expression on your features and desperately pleads to whatever god listening that you’d forgive and love him unconditionally.

“Y/N… If you can hear me, I-I-I’m so sorry!” He stops to breathe and cry, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against your hand, “I-I-I never meant for this to happen…P-Please, please forgive me…”

JUNG HOSEOK

━━━ Hoseok looks down to his hands, painted with crimson blood as they tremble like a fawn on legs. Had he really just done that? Had he really just taken the life of another human? The knife in his hands falls to the ground, hitting with a clang! that echoes through the bitter silence. He looks up to your frightened figure, seeing you looking down upon the girl with her face star-pale and cold eyes. But she doesn’t matter, Y/N matters. And he is so desperate for the slightest touch of their flesh that he reaches as far as he can, the consequences nonexistent.

“What did you do?” Their words come out quiet, hand-laced with the melancholy melodies of the moon.

This epiphany hits him like a train. He killed someone, yes, but that look in your eyes is what causes a tremble to erupt in his bones. They’re glossy, the chills from under your skin swimming in the depths of your irises. It’s a look of fear, loss, and as he stares, he can feel his essential need for you begin to strengthen. This infatuation cannot be unrequited, no, he simply won’t allow it. His tenacious grip on you is suffocating, but alas, there shall never be a single possibility of you leaving.

“Y/N…? I-I-… I’m so sorry, I-I had to do it…! Sh-She was gonna kill you…”

KIM NAMJOON

━━━ This girl was who shared an infatuation with Namjoon was beautiful. She was in every means a possible doppelgänger of a Greek goddess but those were not the thoughts that ran through his mind. All he saw was a creature so ugly, he scowled in disgust at just the simple thought of them. This annoying, obnoxious, desperate heathen was a human he refused to pay attention to, no matter how many times she practically begged on her knees for him. She isn’t worthy of his attention, only you are. She could never heal this ache buried in his chest, only you could. 

You live in this world of magical forests and seraphic galaxies while she lives in a world of broken down buildings and cloudy skies. You are in every means a pure and rich soul while she is dirty and selfish. She wanted him all to herself, and if that meant killing you, she would oblige for his sake. But just before the knife meets with your skin, a loud, deafening bang! pierces through the room, blood now soaked against your clothes. As the gun drops to the floor, Namjoon is quick to throw the girl’s limp body off of you as if she were just a doll and then hugs the human he loves with the entirety of his beating heart.

“Hey, Y/N… I need you to breathe with me, okay…? She… She was going to take you away from me and I couldn’t let that happen! I could never let that happen.”

PARK JIMIN

━━━ Jimin watches as the tall figure walks towards you, step after step, knife in hand. This girl’s intentions were crystal clear: kill you thence keep Jimin all to herself. His heart beats in an irregular way catching sight of this. It beats in a way it most definitely is not supposed to. It glows crimson red and blares out like a distressed alarm in an abandoned city, but, all he can do it stand and listen to the sound echo and reverberate against his eardrums. And once he puts together all the puzzle pieces, a shrill, ear-splitting scream of horror erupts from his throat. Two figures look at him, both in fear and the following events all come out in a blurred haze.

You watch, physically startled and threatened as he snatches the knife from her grip. Despite her struggle, he manages to plunge the knife directly in her neck, watching in delight as the light vanishes from her eyes. Blood paints his clothes and the cold tile under him. She collapses to the floor as the pool of blood grows and grows as he watches in satisfaction. His eyes snap up to you, then watching saturated tears flow down your cheeks with ease. Jimin’s confidence has now shattered seeing you in such a state and he is quick to stumble over to you lethargically. His arms now violently tighten around your waist. He is desperate, so desperate for even the smallest reassurance that you won’t leave him. But the damage has been done, his true colors have been shown, and there’s nothing left for him to do but yell and beg for mercy.

“Oh, God… Y/N, I-I-I-I… I-I’m so sorry…! Pl-Please, Y/N, j-just don’t leave me! You’re all I need, you’re all I have… If you leave, I’ll die!”

KIM TAEHYUNG

━━━ Kim Taehyung always showed how strong his devotion to you was. From becoming a love letter enthusiast to blowing his money on riches he most certainly can’t afford just for your sake. He practically exists for you! But, another soul has caught an admiration for Tae. Her letters were quickly discarded by him, never given a second thought, but once they start to turn obsessive and violent, he becomes more worried as they continue growing in his mailbox. They talk about the love they have for him and the utter hatred they have for you and the torturous things they wish to do to your precious, lionized life. And he is terrified, so fucking terrified for your life, he can’t think of anything else to do but flee.

You awake in a bed that most certainly isn’t yours, causing you to jolt from the sheets. A soft touch and delicate voice is what you meet with, reassuring you of your protected safety. Taehyung stares at you with sweet sorrow. Completely blissful for this new chapter with you but utterly anxious about the actions that may take place once he tells you he practically kidnapped you. With brows furrowed, you meet with Tae and ask him for answers. Where the hell were you? Why did he take you away from your home? With tears in his eyes, he answers.

“Y/N, hey, it’s ok. I’m here, everything will be ok… I must tell you, I had to do this. There was this girl… She was gonna hurt you, she was going to take you away from me! I couldn’t let that happen! But, Y/N…” He pauses, leaning down to put his head in your lap, “Please, just say you love me…”

JEON JUNGKOOK

━━━ Run, keep running. Run until you feel your lungs collapse and your knees give in. Run until your vision blurs and you can’t make sense of what you’re exactly running to. Run until you feel all your senses turn to ashes. You can’t see anything, can’t feel, can’t breathe, but you continue further. Keep going, keep going, keep going. The blood stains from previous, horrific events leave behind a tacky residue on your skin, but nonetheless, that was the least of your worries. You have to run away from the psychopath who claims to be your lover and find help!

Before you collapse and possibly black out from the suffering of your own body, you stop and let your knees hit the dirt. Your hands are painted with blood. It was not your blood, nor was it Jungkook’s, it was the girl who announced she loved him and would kill you for him. Your solution was to seek help for her, his was a decision more violent. He slit her throat with ease and you caught her before she could tumble to the ground. You held her, and you watched the stars and life leave her brown eyes. Junkook goes to reassure you, tell you his actions were absolutely necessary, but, you’re already off; gone into the woods to who knows where. You’re fast, but he’s faster. And as you regain strength and climb off the ground, two arms slither across your waist and tighten around you. You didn’t need eyes to identify who this was, you already know, and it’s already too late.

“Y/N.” his breath tickles your neck and you shiver in fear, “Please… Please don’t be scared. I would never hurt you, ever… I need you, Y/N, and I-I won’t let it end like this. I went insane without you…! A-And I won’t let you leave me, not again.”

#yandere!bts #yandere bts #bts yandere au #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #yandere!seokjin #yandere seokjin #yandere!yoongi #yandere yoongi #yandere!hoseok #yandere hoseok #yandere!namjoon #yandere namjoon #yandere!jimin #yandere jimin #yandere!taehyung #yandere taehyung #yandere!jungkook #yandere jungkook #bts #bangtan #bts imagines #bts headcanons #bts drabble

[tarmairons]

alright!!!! here’s part 1 of the extensive (book & netflix) masterpost of all my fave eslaf moments!!!! this is a very long post so i apologize in advance to anyone who opens the read more 😘

this is more or less organized in chronological order but features a lot of me rambling incoherently so you have been warned

let’s start with esmé being massively horny on main and nearly blowing her whole cover in TEE part 1 

to be fair, any interaction between them in the TEE eps is valid and amazing and showstopping so yeah

and then we have them carrying an unconscious body!!!! and i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again… this is not the first time they’ve been in this situation. other bodies they’ve carried together may or may not have been dead or otherwise incapacitated 

my fave thing is them being absolutely awful together okay i love that. this whole post is gonna be full of them being awful. look at that. look at them. look at jerome’s life flashing before his eyes bc his wife is eye fucking this random stranger in the back of their limo

now, this scene… olaf wasn’t here in the book and i’m extremely glad that they added him in in the show. it increases the sexy factor

a blessing. and the maniacal laughter…….. peak romance

this is probably my #1 fave screenshot of them. soft. very soft

now listen. the most important part. they f*cked in the penthouse and the dance scene in the netflix version was just one massive innuendo for a sex scene no i will not be taking criticism 

i mean. god. GODDD

T H E M

+ also this innuendo that netflix somehow got away with is just. wow

next up we have book esmé being horny on main

and then another example of them being shady bitches together… bc evil couples with zero morals who commit heinous crimes together stay together ya know

this is just wholesome:

and this again is peak romance. there’s nothing quite like running through an underground tunnel with your significant other, wearing fancy clothes, having just committed unspeakable crimes

MOVING ON…. TVV

first of all, esmé is Small so jot that down

second of all, i would die for this whole saloon scene, but then again i would die for every eslaf scene so

this speaks for itself:

and then we have esmé thinking with her pussy heart and not her brain and leaving her whole life behind for illegal shenanigans with olaf 

i’m uwu

i appreciate that the netflix series gave us an insight into how the villains act behind closed doors (even if half the time it’s not at all how their relationship is described in the books but okay i’ll suck it up and deal, at least we have oodles of footage of esmé being extremely horny on main)

next up we have one of my favorite genres of eslaf content: Their One Shared Brain Cell

ex. in this scene it was clearly esmé’s turn 

and then we have esmé suggesting violent murder and olaf looking at her like the world’s most supportive bf so that’s wholesome

netflix got a LOT wrong but i really need to send them a thank you card for the innuendos

this isn’t even subtle, his hand is on her ass

and then we have Couples Murder again. love that. nothing quite as romantic as killing an old friend and then going upstairs to f*ck and then cuddle on some shitty fold out sofa or whatever

i don’t even know who has the brain cell in this scene. maybe the brain cell was taking a break

and these…… i need to print these out and carry them in a locket and tell people those are my biological parents. look at them having fun

this post is gonna be extremely long because as you see, every eslaf scene is my favorite eslaf scene.

i mean. look. look at them. UWU

and once again we have olaf using the forbidden L word… i’m just saying. there’s definitely some sort of feelings there. at least 1 (one) feeling between them

nothing screams romance like buying your gf a dangerous weapon huh

and then complimenting her shooting skills

and we were rudely robbed of them on a motorcycle together, with esmé disregarding safety regulations, and putting a label on their relationship (which netflix olaf allegedly isn’t a fan of or whatever)

ya know as i’m typing this i’m realizing just how long this post is gonna be….. i’ve only covered 2 books so far…… i’m so sorry 

this is random but i’m a big fan of how handsy esmé always is. she always has her claws on olaf 24/7 all the time

kidnapping people together ~just couple things~

and this is just them sitting in a room together but naturally it’s one of my fave eslaf scenes because they’re sitting in a room together

i mean let’s be real, they could be yelling at each other and it’s still gonna be on this list. they’re always 0.04 seconds away from murdering each other and you know what, i support them

next up we have an iconic cinematic parallel:

and then some more Couples Kidnapping 

and we were ROBBED of this line

and then we have olaf being a supportive bf again

so i’m gonna take a moment to be fake deep now: olaf clearly doesn’t mind esmé’s whole Fashion thing and whatever their breakup is caused by later on, it sure af isn’t her outfits. “i’m tired of having a gf obsessed with fashion” is a fake excuse, they were just frustrated at everything and everyone by the events of TPP and took it out on each other thx bye

here we have another example of esmé’s turn on their shared brain cell:

and then more wholesome content (i mean, yeah, they’re in the middle of a kidnapping scheme right but for them it’s wholesome)

and then interactions like these… peak romance

fake deep time AGAIN: people often criticize this ship bc olaf has a tendecy to leave esmé in burning buildings and i’m like. okay, in the hotel they were broken up so it’d be illogical for olaf to interrupt his scheme to worry about his ex-gf whom he was NOT on good terms with at the moment????? so, not a good reason to criticize their relationship bc they weren’t in a relationship at the time

and in THH olaf being like “hurry up or i’ll leave you behind” when the hospital is burning… it’s like sure maybe they do care about each other but deep down they’re both egoists and they WILL focus on self-interest and self-preservation first… is that a healthy dynamic? of course not. are they both fully aware that the other will run and save themselves? yeah, and they accept that bc that’s how they both roll. no hard feelings 

ANYWAY 

this is the only time they sit next to each other in the front seat without anyone between them and i firmly believe we deserved more of this

i MEAN

another Trope i enjoy is esmé reacting to awful things olaf says like

she loses her shit when he bullies children or plans to set a circus on fire etc… and that’s cute

next up this scene speaks for itself:

i have nothing to add. my uwus have rendered me speechless 

HOWEVER my main complaint is that the netflix version cut literally all of their soft affectionate scenes and FOR WHAT

or that time they went to f*ck in a tent

we got this tho.... iconic!!!

and more snarky domestic content thank you for that netflix

and then here we have another example of their shared brain cell going on vacation bc clearly it’s not in the picture

and (not pictured) but them watching madame lulu get eaten by lions was their idea of a romantic night out i guess so good for them

AND NOW BACK TO SCENES WE WERE ROBBED OF

like yeah we got a variation of that scene but NOWHERE NEAR AS SOFT

WHERE IS THE AFFECTION, NETFLIX? THE KISSES? THE HUGS?? HAIR STROKING??

like all i wanted was one scene of my batshit arsonist parents being mushy but netflix looked me dead in the eye and flipped me off

and that’s all for season 2!!! i wanted to squeeze season 3 into the same post but tumblr kindly informed me i hit a size limit oops

[part 2]

#a series of unfortunate events #asoue #eslaf

[jjbaconsumedmysoul]

Polnareff x Reader

Hope you don’t mind if i just kill two birds with one stone here, ahemmm (idk does disney have claw machines? It does now!) Big tiddy french gf deserves ALL THE FLUFF and I wanted to make something special out of it these two prompts <3 (also featuring my favorite French pet name: “my little cabbage”)

You were thrilled when he told you about the trip he had planned! A week long pass to every park, a five star hotel right across from the Magic Kingdom, and right in the middle of autumn nonetheless. But no matter how excited you were for the vacation, your boyfriend’s enthusiasm far outweighed yours. On the dates leading up to it he would shower you in kisses, staring at you dreamily and sighing as he talked about how romantic is was going to be, how fun it was going to be! You giggled at his giddiness, joking that maybe this trip was more of a vacation for him and not a romantic getaway for the both of you. But he reassured you that he just wanted to share the fun with you, after all you knew how much he loved taking you to amusement parks.

He held your hand the entire flight over. It was kind of amazing how energized he still managed to be after hours of sitting on a plane, hauling luggage to the taxi, confirming the tickets and checking into the hotel. Honestly, you collapsed on the bed and blacked out as soon as you entered the hotel room.

You awoke the next day feeling warm lips on your cheek. Then your nose. Then your forehead. They kept getting faster until you started giggling and reached your hands out to cup his face as you pressed your forehead to his.

“Are you awake yet mon amour?” you smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. You weren't exactly surprised to find he had already gotten dressed for the day: a loose fitting tank top with the mickey mouse silhouette emblazoned on the front, heart shaped pink tinted sunglasses, and umm… dear god why was he wearing those tight booty shorts? You shrugged it off (I mean, it wasn’t like you didn’t appreciate the view) as you rubbed your eyes and sat up. Jean-Pierre was sometimes a bit of an idiot when it came to picking out his own clothes, but he was cute nonetheless. You giggled as you noticed a loose strand of silver hair falling out of his usual impeccable hairdo, indicating that he probably put himself together in a hurry, ready for a day full of adventure. Quickly, you hopped out of bed and did the same, looking forward to a fun and exciting week with your boyfriend.

Though he was eager to quickly get off to the parks, he couldn’t skip over the delicious breakfast buffet, and you both spent at least 45 minutes sampling all the offerings they had.

“Mon coeur, look!” You looked up from the steaming cup of coffee that was slowly but surely waking up your body to see a giddy Jean-Pierre holding a tall stack of… “Waffles!!!” the tower was smothered in syrup, whipped cream and chocolate chips, and upon further inspection, you noticed that each golden brown waffle was shaped like Mickey Mouse. He sat down next to you, cutting off a small piece before leaning over with the fork extended “open wide!” You blushed and turned your head away, wringing your hands shyly in your lap.

“But... there are other people here,”  he faked a small pout. “It’s embarrassing…” suddenly, he leaned over the table and planted a firm, long kiss on your lips. Your heart rate rocketed as your face grew an even deeper shade of crimson. You couldn’t deny him the kiss, however; your body just wouldn’t move when he was pressing his soft lips against yours. He returned to his seat with a silly smirk as he offered you the bite of waffle for a second time. “POL?! What was that for?!” You hid your face in your hands as he chuckled.

“Well, now you’re already embarrassed. So a little more embarrassment won’t hurt, right?” Your boyfriend was trying so hard to be smooth, but you couldn’t help but notice a faint blush painted on his cheeks. “Besides, you’re cute when you’re shy and blushy. I just wanna show you how much I love you…” you giggled bashfully at his words before slowly leaning over (hoping to god that none of the other patrons were looking your way) and biting the crispy piece of waffle off the end. It was delicious, of course, and you hummed in approval. It was going to be a great day.

You could barely keep up with him as he ran around the park. Your first stop was to buy a set of Mickey Mouse ears for you and him, or at least for you when you realised the hat wouldn’t fit over his hair.

You tried to flatten the stiff silver strands to get the cap on his head.

“Stop!!!” He whined. “Don’t touch my hair, that’s what gets the ladies going…” he self consciously straightened his hair back into its signature tower as you giggled, raising

up on your tip toes and placing a shy kiss on his cheek.

“Why do you need ladies when you have me?” He grinned as he wrapped you in a strong hug, nearly lifting you off the ground as he chuckled into your neck.

“Well I gotta keep you don’t I?” You nuzzled into his warm embrace as you sighed.

“With or without your silly hair, I’ll love you regardless.” He held you tight for several more seconds before setting you back on the ground, ready visit the first attraction.

“Wait,” he paused, “Did you just call it silly?!”

You went on several rides (Winnie the Pooh seemed to be his favorite for some reason) before taking a break to grab some ice cream. Your boyfriend insisted you both get a large waffle cone of nutella flavor and your own favorite flavor to share.

You sat down on a bench as you talked and ate, his arm resting around your shoulder despite the early autumn heat. But, when you were almost finished, you noticed a shop across the way. Through the crowds of small children, you saw the strange contraption.

“Babe, you can have the rest, I’m gonna go check that out!” He called after you, but you couldn’t make out his words as you ran towards the colourful emporium. Amazement overcame you as you stepped into the cool air conditioned shop. Stuffed animals and plush figures lined the walls, children played with Disney themed doll sets at several small stations spread out across the room. But something had caught your eye near the back of the room, in a small corner. You skipped over to the machine, pressing your face to the glass in excitement as you admired the assortment of plushies: there were teddy bears, bunnies, chicks, puppies and kittens, all so soft and cuddly looking, each one with the Disney logo embroidered onto their paw. They looked so fuzzy and warm! It reminded you of the stuffed animals you’d had as a child. You needed one! You eagerly looked over the instructions on the machine, taking two quarters out of your purse to play. As soon as you slipped the coins in, music began to play and the crank whirred to life. You tested it out for a moment, using the joystick to guide it around above the pit of prizes. You squinted, focusing as hard as you could as you positioned it right above a small stuffed rabbit. And then, you held your breath. The claw began its descent as soon as you clicked the button.

“What’s this, mon amour?” You felt Jean-Pierre’s hands circling around you from behind, and you nuzzled into the warmth of his back though your eyes never left the machine.

“They’re cute, okay…” you blushed a bit embarrassed as the claw finally wrapped around the bunny.

Wait, no!

The claw loosely wrapped around the bunny’s head, tugging to no avail as the stuffed animal became lodged underneath the teddy bear next to it and slipped out of its grasp.

Come on!

You pouted as the empty robotic hand swung over to the area it would drop the prize if you had actually gotten it, sighing as the claw released its grip.

“I’m gonna try again,”

“Aww, but mon ange,” Your boyfriend squeezed you tighter as you rifled for your wallet “You know these games are impossible to win. If you want I can buy you one of the other—” you tilted your head to look at him at disappointedly, and he immediately recognised your unwavering intentions. “Here,” he pulled another 50 cents out of his pocket and smiled sweetly, your heart racing at the sight of those cute dimples. “One more try,” you jumped up and down in excitement as he slipped the coins into the machine, which once again stuttered back to life as lights flashed and you readied yourself at the joystick. Jean leaned over your shoulder as you aimed for another toy, a little teddy bear sitting on the top of the pile, there was no way you could lose this one. Slowly, the claw descended, its metal arms opening as you held your breath. It closed around the head of the bear and gently pulled it upwards.

Yes!

The claw tugged the stuffed animal out of pile, lifting it at least a foot above the pit of plushies, before…

It shifted to deposit your prize in the box, swinging the claw in a and causing the bear to abruptly slip out to its grasp.

Dammit!

You frowned as the empty robotic arm once again dropped a nonexistent prize into the spot.

“Aww,”

“Merde!” he cursed as he hit the machine. Despite your disappointment, you giggled.

“Calm down, sweetie.” You sighed “I guess I can live without—”

You suddenly squeaked as you felt hands grabbing your weight, his impressively strong arms lifting you up and placing you to the side as he stepped towards the machine. He was brimming with confidence as he slid the quarters into the machine. You smiled at his determination.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to try and win one for me.” He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, his eyes barely straying from the task at hand as the machine hummed to life.

“Nonsense, you deserve a prize for how good you are to me, mon petit-chou,” he grabbed the joystick “and I’m not letting this stupid game get in my way.” You let him concentrate as he guided the claw towards a small stuffed dog. He shifted the joystick back and forth, making sure it was perfectly aligned, his brow furrowing as stared at the machine intently. It was so cute how hard he tried as he finally pushed the button, holding his breath as if even the slightest move might damage his chances.

Slowly, the claw lowered, as it had done many times before, the metal prongs extending as your took a step closer to gauge whether this might actually work. It’s grip closed around the head of the small fuzzy dog, lifting it upward out of the pile as you heard your boyfriend whisper.

“Come on, come on…”

When it had reached the top, the mechanism lurched to the side. This was what had caused that last teddy bear to tumble back into the pile of toys, and your heart sank as the claw’s grasp began to slip. It was a foot away from the collection slot when the head started shifting.

“Just a little more,” It was your own whisper this time, when suddenly the the stuffed animal lurched downwards, nearly giving you for a heart attack for a second, before the claw caught on its ear and slowly made its way to the corner of the machine. It was right on the edge when the dog finally slid from its grasp.

“No, nooo!” Your boyfriend wildly gestured at the machine as the stuffed toy hit the lip of the slot.

But then, against all odds, it flipped against the plastic edge leading to the prize slot, bouncing against the walls as it tumbled down into the compartment. You squealed in delight.

“Babe, you actually did it!” Your boyfriend rubbed his neck bashfully as you kneeled down to excitedly retrieve the small puppy from the machine. It was just as soft as it had looked in the inside, and you hugged it to your chest as you looked up at your loving boyfriend. He smiled at your enthusiasm.

“Of course I did, I wasn’t gonna let a stupid machine beat me.” You stood up as you inspected the prize he had won for you. A small black and white dog with perky ears and a sort of smushed in face, You were trying to guess the breed; it looked familiar with that tiny stubby tail and little pouty mouth under its big black nose. You hugged it and smiled nonetheless.

“What should I call him?” You pondered several ideas, but before you could decide, Jean-Pierre grinned proudly.

“His name is Iggy. He’s a good boy, he’ll make sure to protect you when I’m not around.” You giggled.

“Protect me from what? Too much homework? Bad hair days?” He laughed, pulling you into a hug, you still holding Iggy the stuffed dog between your chests.

“Maybe not bad hair days, but certainly everything else!” He pulled you into a soft kiss, and this time, you honestly didn’t mind that people could see you. This was Jean-Pierre Polnareff, the handsome Frenchman, that silly, sweet, arrogant, determined idiot that you had grown to love so much over the months. And he was yours, and you were his. You kissed him gently as his large, calloused hands gripped your soft hips tightly. You were thrilled to spend the next week together. And maybe even the rest of your life.

(fun fact my mom used to have a Mickey Mouse waffle maker and we ate them every morning for Sunday breakfast when i was a smol child)

#x reader #reader insert #Jean Pierre Polnareff #polnareff x reader #oof #my heart #anon #request

[callmehopeless]

Can we get a flufffy Sackler taking care of her sick gf? (Maybe she's on her period and miserable)

Alright hold onto your horses folks because this headcannon has officially killed me

Adam Sackler is a very practical person. Or at least; he likes to think he is. When he gets sick, he’s TERRIBLE at looking after himself. He still takes jobs, goes jogging, downs milk like its going out of style

He doesn’t consider himself to be particularly caring. You know, he likes to think he’s got himself to rely on, and that’s enough for him

But deep down, everyone fucking knows it: Adam Sackler is the most insanely caring person you’ve ever met. Straight up, no arguments about it

I mean, he’s amazing with his sister’s daughter. Little Sample loves her uncle, and Adam is always happy to babysit. He’s just so good with kids. He was great with Hannah when she was going through tough times with her mental health

He’d watch her take her medicine, cuddle her, run like ten blocks just to hold her and let her know he was there

So one day you get home from work, and fuuuuuuck. You’re in agony. Such terrible cramps, causing you to clasp your stomach as you walk up the steps to his apartment

Or rather, your apartment. I mean, you’re both sharing it at this point, which would normally bring a smile to your face - but instead, you just want to die

Adam’s rehearsing lines on the couch when you step through the doorway, clutching your stomach, looking awful pale

“Hey, doll” he grins, stretching his arms as he puts down his script with a thump

But his face drops as he sees how pale you are, and he staggers to his feet; taking your bag off of you and taking your face in his big hands

“Fuck, you okay?”

You bite your lip, face screwing up as you press a little kiss to his cheek

“You know; another day, another fucking period”

Adam’s heart stutters in sadness at the sight of your face, concern knitting his brows together. He puts a hand to the small of your back and leads you to the couch, shifting all his discarded scripts so you can lay down

“Adam, what are you-”

“Stay there. Don’t fucking move”

You hear the squeak of metal and the sound of flowing water in the bathroom, and the sound of drawers opening and closing, rustling in your ears as you lay back on the arm of his old couch

Fuck, it felt like knives in your stomach and back

BUT

Adam returns with a glass of water, a box of tampons and a LOT of painkillers. Like really, what’d he think was going on? Did he think you were dying? He squats beside you, handing you the water and popping two painkillers out of the packet

“Open” he cooes

And you dutifully do, swallowing the painkillers and taking a big gulp of water

Everything hurts and you just want to curl up and die; but Adam’s on it. He’s so fucking on it. He’s watching you with this look in his brown eyes that makes you want to melt into the sofa; a gentle, soft appraisal as he tries to assess how to make you happy

After a while of him just kneeling beside you, stroking your hair; he helps you up and takes you into the bathroom

Oh my god

He’s run this gorgeous bubble bath for you; it smells like cinnamon and is surrounded by pretty tealights. You were surprised he even knew how to find any goddamn tealights, but whatever - he did. And he went overboard with them - i mean at least 10 tealights at various intervals around your bathroom

Little tears well up in your eyes as you turn to hug him. Woah, your emotions are all over the place

“I don’t deserve you” you mutter into his bare chest, your tears wetting his skin

He jerks you upright, holding you by the shoulders

“Shut up. You’re fucking amazing and I love you”. And then he raises an eyebrow, humming in appraisal “now take off your clothes, and get into the tub while I go order us some noodles”

You bite your lip, stifling a smile

“And some ice cream?”

He snickers, his face crumpling as he breathes out in defeat

“Fuck it. Fine. God, I’m such a fucking sucker”.

This was my essay on why Adam Sackler is an adorable boyfriend

Send me headcannons kids

#adam sackler #adam sackler x reader #girls hbo #adam driver #girls

[tanginae]

Modern!Tropang Nerds Headcannons, Part I

this ended up longer than it should be... also, yes i know it’s weird ‘cuz it’s in English but trust me, i realized that mistake too late and i apologize

anyway, it’s under the cut because i got  little carried away 

BASILIO:

His eyes are black, but theyre anything but boring: his gaze can pull even the toughest of people in, either fascinating them or scaring them; and Isagani's probably written a verse or two about them after he sees how gorgeous they are (Basilio probs thought it was weird, but he still found it flattering nonetheless). Actually very expressive, you just have to know how to look. Has permanent eyebags (from late-night study sessions) and long eyelashes framing them (he gets it from his momma). They may be deep, dark, and mysterious, but the way his eyes light up when he laughs, getting all crinkly and stuff is just… beautiful.

HE WEARS GLASSES. FIGHT ME ON THIS.  

His nose isn't too flat, just enough to hold up his glasses so it doesn't slide

His bottom lip and top lip share the same thickness, and are plump enough to make one wonder how kissing them would feel like. Also, he'd probably have the habit of biting off the skin when it gets chapped (dammit basilio get some lip balm)

His usual, stoic face looks otherwise to other people; he gets really surprised when they tell him he scares them. He often gets told he looks like he's going to slice open the next person who bumps into him. He's confused, most of the time, because "im literally not mad, guys?? What??" He also gets told he looks hot. He doesn't know how to react to that

If he looked hot wearing his normal face, he's pretty fucking cute when he's joking around, smiling and laughing. He looks all boyish, easygoing, and mischievous, a far cry from what people see when they first meet him

He's never going to admit this, but he doesn't have to because it shows: he loves dressing up real good. He won't spend too much on clothes, but it's just enough so that he looks like he stepped out of a magazine or something

He looks especially good in hoodies, probably because he rarely ever wears them

His blood is 75% coffee

Loves horror and gore movies only because he gets to point out its scientific flaws, they're practically a weird mix of reviewing and comedy to him

He probably keeps an old picture of him, Crispin, & Sisa for motivation, he looks at it whenever he feels taxed by the shit he's going through

He isn't religious or superstitious, though being raised in the province means he knows a considerable amount of folk tales and urban legends

Science Nerd

He's actually lowkey talkative and loves scientific discourse, get him started on it and he won't be able to stop. Probably loves biology and chemistry

Surprises people by his encyclopedic knowledge of obscure and morbid topics such as the best weapons to kill someone quickly, the most venomous substances know to man, etc. Isagani digs this. He's like a fountain of knowledge for when he needs something scientifically accurate for his writings

Has the patience of a saint

Hates fights and arguments; only a handful of things ever piss him off and it's when a) people use his past against him (the only people who can do this are Simoun and Isagani, and there is no way in hell Isagani's going to do that to him) and b) when people hurt/talk shit about the people he loves and cares for

Has ridiculous big brother instincts; which means he's very protective over his friends and close peers (even more so when they're younger than him)

Probably good at reading people; can detect whether they like him or not

He's that one student who starts assignments and projects weeks early

Never procrastinates

The type to obsess over something (a particularly difficult concept, a lengthy and complicated lesson, etc) until he knows it like the back of his hand

Nervous ticks: it's hard to tell when he's nervous since he's cool as a cucumber, but you'll know it when he fusses over stuff and people a lot more than he usually does

Has ridiculously steady hands that probably never tremble

Probably plays Amateur Surgeon for shits and giggles. He probably also gets four stars on every level, too

Great at handling money; really thrifty and frugal

Lowkey makabayan

Tends to show his affection through the little things; like getting them the food they like, sticky notes with sweet nothings on them, Jollibee burgers with the said sticky notes, stuff like that

He would make sure anyone he genuinely cares about never feels alone or lonely

He takes a little while to get past the initial awkwardness at the beginning of a relationship (any type of relationship, tbh), but when he does he's lowkey clingy as shit. He's going to fuss over them to no end until the other reminds him he has to take care of himself too

Probably gets detached as a defense mechanism when he feels as if people are about to walk out of his life

Highkey independent

He deserves all that is good and pure in this world

ISAGANI

Tall as fuck and bulky as shit, just enough muscle to make my panties drop

Probably has no abs. he's pretty soft and hard at the same time

And because he's bigger than most people, his hugs are The Best™

His eyes are probably a dark brown, framed by perpetual eyebags and rich lashes. Highly expressive, you can always tell what he's feeling just by looking at his eyes. It practically lights up whenever he laughs, smiles, talks about something he loves, that kinda stuff

HE WEARS GLASSES because of all the reading and writing he's doing

His lower lip is thicker than his upper lip, making him look like he's perpetually pouting. He always, always smiles with his teeth showing, and it's pretty much enough to charm the shit out of anyone

HALA TANGINa ANG POGI NIYA

He has chubby cheeks (because I'm assuming he DOES have a little chub), but that only softens his otherwise harsh features

Really nice and likable to everyone he meets, but will literally verbally whoop people's asses when the need arises

Has a low tolerance for bullshit, you know he's pissed when he's dead set on roasting the other person until they're nothing but a pile of ash

He's pretty impulsive, sometimes acting without thinking of the bigger picture (or thinking, in general)

His hands almost always have pencil lead  and/or ink stains

Probably owns a fountain pen. That dweeb

Owns a journal where he writes down his writings, but the said writings still end up on loose pieces of paper, café tissues, hell, even his own hand

He keeps his school notes poem-free, but they're anything but immaculate--his handwriting is probably messy and scrawl-y, especially when he's writing down things in a rush

He's only sociable when he needs to be. Otherwise, he's really quiet, preferring to observe people rather than talk to them

He indulges himself in coffee shops (he hates Starbucks, though); he's that one person you see actually reading and writing and/or studying there for hours and hours on end

He can and he will lose days of sleep over his assigned readings

He won't stop until he's finished everything and/or until someone tells him to stop and take a nap or something

He would most likely be a debate team member

He recognizes the oppression of minorities and will actively fight the said oppression; dreams of equality for everyone

Nothing annoys him more than people who claim to be against oppression but end up creating some form of oppression themselves (kinda like those feminists who are, in reality, just misandrists; those kinda things)

Legitimately wants to make his country a better place, and every time he feels exhausted in all aspects he just thinks of the future of his country, the one he's actively working for, and he finds the will to fight and continue

He will literally die for this country when he needs to

Highkey loves the sea and always, always feels at home there

He's a huge beach person

He is definitely the jealous type. However, he never manifests his jealousy in the form of violence, he just cries and/or sulks somewhere

Will willingly lower his pride and apologize even if it's the other person's fault; he almost always wins his arguments but when it comes to his special someone, he would gladly lose bless his soul

Definitely a blusher and would get nervous as fuck over meeting/talking to the person that he liked

He's the type to stumble over his words and sentences whenever he talks about something that he likes; it's a joy to talk to him about the things he enjoys because he's practically vibrating with happiness. It's adorable and contagious

He would be the type to take his bf/gf out on a beach date. If it were in the day he'd organize a little picnic, if it were during the night he'd probably just show them the stars and hold their hand and tell them random little stories he's never told anyone before. He'd make them laugh and it'd be the most disgustingly sweet thing ever

(help I just died writing that)

He's also the type to just… stare at his special someone when they're sleeping, reading, or doing something mundane because he thinks they’re just so damn beautiful and he's lucky to have them

He's also the type to tell them they're beautiful when they least expect it

He can be blinded by his own optimism, and when he's disappointed, it just crushes him

When he stands for or against something, there's no shaking it. His principles are as tough as stone

He's brave, never failing to do what he thinks is right. He's pretty reckless, though

part ii 

#el nolibusterismo #basilio #isagani #yes holy shit i just about keeled over when i was writing Isagani's #i love that bitch so much it hurts #also basilio strikes me as someone who looks outwardly serious but it's really the exact opposite #and yeah it's open for discourse i need fic material #this was for a fic im planning to write so that's definitely something to wait for #mongol no. 2 #slightly serious #slightly not

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Xcess Salon Review

Admit it guys and especially girls, heading into a sophisticated salon makes us think twice due to financial reasons so the ending is - we settle for take it or not, less.

Well, not until I met XCess Salon.

Who says cheaper prices have to equate cheap hairstyles? XCess Salon absolutely provides the kind of hair styling + quality service that means more bang for your buck.

Settling for quality, celebrity-caliber ‘dos doesn’t have to be expensive - coz XCess Salon gotcha.

I feel so glad to share with you guys my experience at XCess Salon.

It was one Wednesday afternoon with my friend slash photographer Dave when we visited XCess Salon. It’s located at GF, Unit 101, Yashano Mall Legazpi.

Upon entering the salon, a massive poster of the gorgeous TV/Movie Personality Carla Abellana captured my attention. I remember, there was a time when she, as the face of XCess Salon, went to Legazpi last December 2015 just to attend its grand opening. Superb, right?

Two of the nicest crew greeted me and I did the same, with a wide grin on my face. I kinda introduced myself and I looked for the manager, Ma'am Cherry and it’s ironic how I was already talking to the person I was looking for. Haha! She’s very hospitable - thanks to Filipino blood, and she asked if I could wait for the hair stylist assigned to me, Sir Joel.

While waiting, here are some pictures I took inside the salon. I find the interior chic and appealing.

The #teamnice crew.

The very nice crew of XCess Salon doing their best in what they do.

I was amazed by the number of customers who were having their me-time! 

How to be you, Miss Carla?

The pricelist of XCess Salon. It has a wide array of services which are pocket-friendly.

A picture with the manager, Ma'am Cherry and the assigned hairstylist Sir Joel :) They’re easy to approach! The three of us had a small talk and he decided what’s best to do with my hair. He wanted the Dynamic Gloss Cellophane and Biolage Anti-Hair Loss Treatment. Aaah, good one to rescue my damaged hair.

Starting out, shampoo first.

Ma'am Cherry passed me to Sir Joel. He began to do the Dynamic Gloss Cellophane on my hair. I’ve been a fan of cellophane until now because it’s good to cover up the tresses. I usually have it together with rebond which is turning a year now. I chose color brown for the shade. It was 20 minutes before rinsing. (Rebond please :D Man, I’m dying for highlights haha)

After cellophane, it was time for Biolage Anti-Hair Loss Treatment, 20 minutes leave-on. It was my first time trying it and I gathered some information from Sir Joel. He believes that it locks hair moisture and can prevent hair loss. I loooved it.

I had fun talking to Sir Joel. He’s funny and friendly as well. Plus so makulit! We talked about random things.

After the process, voila! My hair was sooo soft, tamed and healthy again. I opt for temporary curls instead of straightening. Thanks, Sir Joel!

And hey, I didn’t expect that the owner, Ma'am Gesselle Ong was there. I ran into her and did hug her. She’s like an angel for being sooo kind. We talked and I found her amazing. I was so kilig when we took pictures.

We actually had a small interview. At such young age of 22, she started out handling a clothing line in Metro Gaisano and as of now, she’s 28, managing a salon and spa! Wow! Business has been her passion and I’m gonna say that she’s blessed due to having a huge heart. XCess Salon also has a branch in España. Years of juggling business, she’s still got heart for her passion and career and it’s feels like playground for her. So inspiring!

She even gave me and my friend vouchers for Sparty which I am excited to try out and share with you guys soon! 

Got mine! :)

For now, send some love to your parents, partners, friends or anyone you’d want to, some vouchers you can avail at Sparty Facial and Body Massage (beside XCess Salon)

RETREAT PACKAGE P399 * 1 hour Swedish Massage * 20 mins Foot Reflexology Ventosa or 20 mins Back and Head Massage RELAXATION PACKAGE P650 * 1 Hour Signature Rock and Bamboo Massage * 20 mins Foot Reflex * Foot Scrub * 10-Steps Signature Facial GENTLEMAN’S PACKAGE P799 * 1 hour Signature Rock and Bamboo Massage * 10-Steps Signature Facila * Whitening Mask * Diamond Peel ULTIMATE INDULGENCE PACKAGE P999 * 1 Hour Signature Rock and Bamboo Massage * Full Body Scrub * 10-Steps Signature Facial * Diamond Peel * Gold Radiant Mask WARTS ZERO P1,500 * Unlimited Warts Removal (per area) BOTOX FACIAL AND ACNE CURE PACKAGE P4,000 * 5 Sessions 10-Steps Sig. Facial * 5 Sessions Gold Mask * 5 Sessions Botox Facual and Acne Cure Facial or Whitening Micro Peeling Facial * 3 Sessions Diamond Peel GLUTA PACKAGE P6,500 * 5 Sessions * Gluta Drip Treatment PERMANENT MAKE-UP P_______ Choose from these options: * S3 Korean Shading * 3D Eyebrow Embroidery * 6D Eyebrow Embroidery * Permanent Lip Tint * Permanent Eyeliner

Perfect for Mother’s Day right? Go pamper your mom or the both of you!

Back to XCess Salon, they also have an ongoing Summer Promo:

P769 (Save: P425) * Grand Foot Spa * Manicure * Pedicure * Half Legs Wax * Cellophane (clear) * Eyebrow Shaving

P1,299 (Save: P524) * Grand Foot Spa * Manicure * Pedicure * Haircut * Cellophane (clear) * Haircolor * Eyebrow Shaving

P1,999 (Save: P299) * Keratin Blowout * Treatment * Haircut * Haircolor

P2,198 (Save: P347) * D2 Hair Treatment * Haircut * Matrix Rebond * Eyebrow Threading

I love how XCess Salon pay special care to treating your locks and they can totally provide looks that are on point - that’s why they should be your next go-to.

Don’t deprive yourself from the little things you deserve. Yes to healthy and fabulous hair! Yes to XCess Salon!

Huge thanks to the living proof of kindness - Ma'am Gesselle Ong, the crew of XCess Salon especially Ma'am Cherry and Sir Joel and to my friend Dave for being patient.

What are your thoughts? Do let me know!

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