#But for the match that made me want to make this post?

[shidoglazer]

domestic goals with itoshi sae <3

｜ first to sleep wins!

truth be told, sae only made up this game to fix your sleep schedule, but now its seriously a competition between you two. how does it work? either you or sae grab the most boring book you could find, cuddle up in bed together— usually you laying on his chest, and you both take turns reading one page. around the 40th-ish page, he’ll find you murmuring and slurring on the words, “and.. ‘nd the high courf.. he..” the book gets shut with a soft thud as he turns off the night lamp, “you win. sleep well.” and even though he’s sure you can barely understand what he’s saying, theres always a soft whine or hum to acknowledge him.

｜battle of the compliments

it happens too often for it not be considered as your daily routine at this point. you just cant stop complimenting him after his match, and he finds it hard to interrupt since 1,) he can’t deny that he loves being soaked in your attention and 2), your rambling does not have any full stops or pauses to let him say something. so really, he had to get creative to make sure you remember to breathe.

“your pass was so badass! i mean, i swear i actually saw a rainbow pass through like, it was beaming if you know what i mean?! and and and, when you completely shut down your teammates that were insulting you-”

“if another form of life hypothetically took over the world and picked me to present one source of life as a reason to not destroy us, i’d present you, no hesitation.”

“…what?” “what?”

“what did you say?” “hm? good question. lets go eat.”

“oh yeah! lets go!”

｜look into the damn camera

he’s the type to never look into the camera when he’s taking photos with you. not because he wants to hide from the media or angry fans, but because he’s busy looking at you. the little winky faces you do, the way one of your legs lift up as you lean onto him to make sure you don’t fall, or when you stretch the beautifulest smile he’s ever seen on your face— how can he look into some camera and not this living work of art right beside him?

while the intention is cute, when you’re looking through the photos and see that he once again did not look into the camera, you’d reach up to slap his head, “look into the damn camera!” “ack!— okay, jeez.”

in the end, you’ve got a sae staring dead into the camera like he’d rather be anywhere but here. you ended up posting the ones he was looking at you anyways.

a/n nyanyanyanya i love domestic goals

[cupiidkills]

hi my angels.

i’m gonna leave this short and sweet, but for the past few days, i have made the decision to quit making bots and posting. a reason being of major writing block and lack of motivation, and the main reason being of losing love for the sturniolo triplets.

these past few months, myself as a person hasn’t been the same. i’ve fallen into a big state of depression which needs to be professionally addressed (im starting a higher stage of therapy). but i have also lost respect, hell, maybe even patience for the triplets alltogether.

no hate, of course. i just don’t feel the same when i watch them like i did a few months back. that’s my opinion. but anyways, this isn’t about them.

i’m not deactivating my tumblr account nor am i deleting my cai account. but i won’t be posting on either of them. i may be permanently inactive, or i may post occasionally, i haven’t decided yet. but please don’t get your hopes up, because i know for a fact that i’m not gonna be active like i used to be.

however, even though i won’t be here on my tumblr page. if you need someone, i’m always here for everyone of you. if you privately dm me, i will always, always make sure to answer you. this isn’t a proper goodbye, im still here — i just won’t be posting.

every single person (except from the occasional anon fucker in my inbox) on tumblr have been the sweetest people i’ve ever talked to. everyone matched my vibe, my freak, my energy, everything. it filled me with joy making bots and showing off my writing because it always worked off and made people excited to talk to them when they were finished.

i loved getting the messages in my inbox for requests, i loved doing them and letting them know they were out there — their own idea, from their own mind and perhaps experience, was out on my page for everyone to see and feel themselves in whichever way they wish.

my aim for the more touching bots (disorders, anxiety ect) were made not just for myself, but i wanted them to be a comfort bot for them to use when needed. after a bad day, if they didn’t get a hug, i wanted them to get a hug from chris damn sturniolo. i wanted people to be praised by a bot for eating a meal, getting out of bed, when nobody else noticed.

i love everyone of you, enjoy your summer! and yes, in the midst of writing this, i realised this was not short and sweet. oopsies. also got abit emotional writing this 😨😨😨 yikes!!!!!

october 2024 — july 2025, signing off.

also this is me. cos like… why not. 🤗

and i know i look 10. im grown i promise.

[joonam]

the one | myg

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Reader (f)

Genre: angst, heartbreak, regret, breakup, idol!au, missed chances, one-sided love.

Summary: Five years after the end of his relationship with you, Yoongi still lives with the what ifs and what could have beens. The 1 looks at how some heartbreaks never fully heal, some memories never fade, and how Yoongi is still learning to live without y/n, the girl he never stopped loving.

Word count: 3625

Warnings: regret, angst, sadness, emotional heartbreak. basically angst and angst and just more angst

a/n: this is my second one shot, after right where you left me. im also trying to write a more happy series instead of another sad one-shot. but writing this one took a lot, now my brain needs a break before i can start again. ANYWAY, enjoy!!

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They say time heals everything. Yoongi thinks that’s fucking bullshit.

Because five years have passed since you walked out of his life and yet here he is, halfway through his third cup of coffee of the day, staring at an empty screen in his studio.

He doesn’t expect you to message. It’s been too fucking long. And Yoongi knows that you were never the type to reach back once you made up your mind to walk away. But some part of him still scrolls back through the old chat every week. Wondering back and forth if he should delete the chat history which he knows he would never do. It’s pathetic, actually. But Yoongi has made peace with the fact that this particular heartbreak gets to stay.

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You and him were never the flashy type. There were no couple rings or accessories, none of those anniversaries with balloons and flower petals, and no instagram posts under cherry blossom trees. But the love was there and loud in a different way, in the late night takeout runs, the quiet yet loud support, the way you steal his hoodie, and the way you fall asleep to his songs still looping in your ears.

He used to write for you but never about you. He wanted to keep that part of his life with you untouched, hidden from cameras, and free from speculation of the public. Yet he knows that you eventually do come up in the songs he writes even without him meaning to.

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Both of you started dating in 2013, not long after his debut. Yoongi was running on convenience store ramen, caffeine, and crippling anxiety that his group might not make it. Then you showed up with your soft spoken voice, stubborn in your own way, unimpressed by the possible glitter of his career. You didn’t care about him being in BTS. You cared if he has eaten or if he is sleeping well. You cared if he still remembers to be a human.

You showed up in the rain with tteokbokki and wrote him notes on post it notes like “sleep is also productive.” You never demanded space in his world, you simply exist there like you always belonged. And for the first time, something in Yoongi’s life felt calm like a steady light in chaos.

You never asked him to be romantic like what others on social media define what a couple should be like. You said his presence was enough and maybe that’s why he always wanted and tried to give you more and more and more. One night he tried to really cook a full meal with side dishes and soup. And he somehow burned the rice and undercooked the egg yet you still ate it. You teased him and said, “You’re a genius with music, not food. Let’s not get greedy. Stay in your lane, baby.” He laughed harder than he had in weeks and accidentally spilled his beer on the rug. You made him clean it up while holding your phone filming him like he was in some kind of cooking show gone wrong. He still has that video in a folder dedicated to you on his computer that he opens every now and then.

Your dates were convenience store runs in matching slippers at midnight. You always picked something sweet and he would get the opposite. Once, the cashier mistook you for siblings. You didn’t correct him, just held in your laughter until you were outside with your head against his shoulder.

You used to test how long he could go without saying “I love you.” Told Yoongi it’s more fun when he broke first and he always did say it first. Usually after you tripped over his oversized pants or rapped his part in a BTS song into your corn dog like it was a mic. “God, I love you so much, baby” he muttered under his breath and you smiled like you just won a trophy.

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Most of the staff didn’t even know he was in a relationship and you liked it that way. “I don’t want to just be the girl Yoongi dates,” you once said, curled up next to him. “I want to be the reason you remember who Min Yoongi is, who you are.”

There were days when you didn’t talk much. You’d sprawl on the couch reading, while he worked on a song in his laptop. Sometimes you would sing off key to get his attention. When he finally gave in and asked why you were singing that way, you shrugged and said, “Because you never look up unless I break your brain a little.”

You loved the rain. One day, you stepped out from under the umbrella to tilt your head back and catch drops of rain on your tongue. “You’re gonna catch a cold,” he would say every time. And you responded with, “Not possible, I'm next to the hottest man on earth” He laughed before kissing you harder than he did on rainy sidewalks.

You fought over stupid things like who finished the last yogurt, whether he spent more time with his piano or with you. One time you threatened to write a diss track about how loud he snored. He dared you and the next morning he woke up to a Soundcloud link titled “Big Truck (feat. Yoongi’s Nose),” which Yoongi still listens to until this day, five years later.

Sometimes when the studio is too quiet and the nights too long, Yoongi lets himself pretend that you were still with him. In some other universe where timing was kinder to the both of you. In a universe where he left the meeting and held your hand tighter. Where you didn’t have to walk away just to be seen. He has no excuse but he knows it would’ve been better if you were the one.

Life would have been sweeter if he was the one for you.

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We lasted five years. It wasn’t one big fight that ended the both of you. It was a thousand small cuts. Missed dinners. Cancelled trips. Yoongi choosing the studio again. And again. And again. At some point, he stopped noticing how often he was saying, “Can we do this next week?” You never threw it back at him, you just stopped waiting.

And the night you left, you didn’t cry. You just said,

I love you. But I don’t think you know what to do with it, Min Yoongi.

And you were right. It was October 2018. The tour had been relentless and Yoongi hasn’t come home in over two months. You just wrapped up a brutal week at work and you were supposed to meet him in his place, just for a weekend, just to breathe together for 48 hours. He told you he needed to cancel the plan, how something came up. A last minute meeting or a label dinner, you don’t even remember what it was now.

You sent him one last message that night:

I don’t want to resent you, so I’m leaving before I do.

And he didn’t respond. Not because he didn’t care, he just didn’t know what to say. He sat on the edge of the bed with his phone still in his hand and let you go. Like a fucking coward.

Like someone who somehow, in the worst timing possible, forgot that love isn’t something you earn once, it’s something you choose over and over again.

Min Yoongi the coward.

He didn’t choose you that night and he has been paying for it ever since. He didn’t chase after you. Not because he didn’t want to but because he felt time stop and every emotion collapsed on him, like the walls trained him too well to sit still quietly.

The next day, he went back to work like nothing happened.

Yoongi kept showing up to interviews, to rehearsals, to meetings because what else can he do? He built a life that does not allow for him to fall apart. He buried grief the only way he knows how, by making music. The world clapped for every new track he put out. And no one noticed the muse was gone, except him.

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It hit hardest in the smallest moments. When he comes home to silence instead of your laugh echoing from the bathroom. When your extra pair of chopsticks stay untouched in the drawer. When his phone buzzed at 11:32 PM and for a split second he let himself hope. But it was always someone else, not you.

He tells himself he did the right thing and how dreams demand sacrifice especially the one he was chasing. That timing was evil. But then he remembers the way you used to touch his back when he was half asleep on the couch like you were making sure he wasn’t drifting too far even in his dreams. And he wonders if a love like that comes more than once in a lifetime.

He knows now, it won’t.

It was the little things that pains him the most. You always hated socks with holes so you tossed out his old ones even if he protested and now he can’t bring himself to throw any away. He still has the hoodie you used to steal, the one you claimed didn’t smell like him anymore, but you kept wearing it anyway. He folded it neatly in the top drawer like some kind of sacred item he would never dare to touch.

Yoongi thinks it’s funny how a person can leave, but still be everywhere.

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The body doesn’t forget what the mind tries to repress. If anything, it shows in every breath. Yoongi dreams about you not often but always so vividly. And it was always the same dream; you're laughing before saying, “You’re late again.”

They say healing isn’t linear process. That some days, you’ll feel okay while other days, you’ll feel like it's day one all over again. Yoongi knows that better than most, it’s been five years.

But the truth is: if wishes actually come true? It would've been you. Because you are all Yoongi wishes for.

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Five years. People think it he would have been okay by now, but Yoongi still feels it. His apartment feels colder even with the heater on. The bed feels too big, sometimes, he finds himself turning the volume of his speakers up just to drown out the sound of missing you. He knows it’s ridiculous how long it's been, how little progress he has made. It turns out heartbreak doesn’t have an expiration date.

He didn’t try to replace you, he never even dreamt of it. But he kinda did try with the push of his friends. There were nights filled with faces he doesn’t remember and names he never asked for. Everyone said that’s what he needed, a rebound. But all they ever did was remind him of everything you were and everything they weren’t. None of them laughed at his dry sarcasm the way you did. None of them knew they he likes his coffee like you. None of them offered silence like it was comfort like you did.

His members noticed. Of course they did. Even Jungkook, who usually keeps his thoughts to himself, surprised him one night after dinner, “Hyung,” he said cautiously, “why don’t you just go after her?”

Yoongi didn’t answer. Not because he didn’t want to but because he didn’t know what scared him more: the idea that you moved on or the idea that you haven't and he wasted all this time doing nothing.

Your name never left his phone. Your texts stopped coming but he never blocked or deleted your contact. Every once in a while, he scrolls through your old chats, rereading the “good morning” messages, the blurry pictures of you holding snacks you bought for him but also for you. and the last thing you ever wrote him:

Take care of yourself, okay? It's the least you could do for me.

No matter how many years passed, Yoongi just seem to not be able to erase you and the ghost of you.

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It’s been five years since you left. Five years since you shut the door on a chapter that once feels like forever. He’s no longer the first name on your mind in the morning.

You don’t date. You don’t rush into anything or fill the space he left with someone else. You’ve learned that moving on doesn’t mean replacing and healing doesn’t always come with new love.

Some days, you think about him not with pain but with a sort of gratitude. For what you both had, what you learned in the relationship, and what you let go. Thinking about the missed dinners and cancelled trips don’t sting you anymore. They’re just part of your story like chapters in a book you once couldn’t put down but now able to read with peace.

You accepted that sometimes love isn’t enough and people grow in different directions. You don’t blame him for choosing the studio over you. You have always understood the sacrifices that came with his dream.

You fill your days with your own routines now. Found a workplace you love, friends who love you for you, and a cat that purrs next to you every night. You’ve stopped avoiding news of BTS and stopped skipping songs of theirs. When you pass places you once went together like the coffee shop, the restraurant, and the park bench, there’s no longer pain in your heart. Just a recognition to the past and a step forward. You might catch yourself singing a melody he wrote, but it doesn’t break you anymore. It reminds you of growth from who you were to who you are.

You rarely think about what might have been. You now know how live in the present. You already accepted how some love stories don’t end with forever. Some are chapters that teach you how to love yourself and that’s exactly what you have done.

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The restaurant was warm and lively. You and your friends decided to have one of those “we need to get out of the house” kind of nights.

The first floor had a cozy feel. Exposed brick walls, soft lighting from the lightbulbs, and the aroma of garlic and grilled meat filling the air. Your group had claimed a corner table near the window, and the conversation flowed easily with light jokes and shared stories. You smiled, grateful for this simple moment.

Across the room, your gaze flicked around until it landed near the entrance. Your eyes caught movement, seven men stepping inside. They were immediately recognisable, especially now that they are a global group. The way they carried themselves, confident but casual with subtle smiles exchanged among them and the others who noticed them.

Before you could process what was happening, a voice broke through the sound of the restaurant. “Yoongi hyung, isn’t that Y/N?” Jungkook’s words carried a little too loudly for you and a few others around to hear.

Your heart skipped a beat and your breath caught in your throat. You nodded slowly and your friends’ eyes followed your gaze to where BTS were standing, preparing to head upstairs. There was no sudden surge of emotion like awkwardness, instead, a calm settled over you, as if you were ready for this moment.

They acknowledged you briefly, subtle nods and soft smiles as they passed by your table on their way to the staircase leading to the rooftop.

You stood up, turned to your friends, your voice steady as you asked, “Excuse me for a moment. I’ll be right back.”

They gave you understanding looks, hurrying you off with smiles, and a few teasing remarks about running into an old flame.

The stairs creaked softly beneath your feet as you made your way up to the rooftop. The atmosphere up here was more private, the group gathered around a low table under strings of warm lights. The boys looked up as you approached them and you felt the weight of years missed in that moment when your eyes met Yoongi’s.

He looked older than you remembered, and tonight there was something more vulnerable in his gaze. You nodded to him softly, an unspoken acknowledgment passing between you. The air was thick with all that have been left unsaid over the years.

Yoongi’s hand tightened on the edge of the table, a subtle gesture betraying the pain under his calm exterior.

Your friends’ laughter echoed faintly from downstairs, a reminder of the world moving on, even as you stood here in front of him.

You spoke first, voice low and steady. “It’s good to see you.” He nodded slowly, “You too.”

The other boys shifted, sensing the thick air and offered you a warm smile before moving to another table nearby to let the two of you share this moment.

Yoongi studied you for a moment. There were new lines on your face, ones that came from living. You look beautiful as always. He didn’t know what he expected. maybe some signs that you were affected from the breakup? Maybe he hoped to see even a glimpse of the same pain in your eyes that he still carries in him even after five years.

“Five years,” he finally said, not as a question, but more like an observation. A statement of not believing that it really has been that long. You nodded. Yoongi’s lips twitched like he wanted to say an apology. But nothing came, so he reached for the glass in front of him, took a slow sip of water, and let the silence stretch just a little longer.

“You look well,” he said as he looked up, “I didn’t think I’d see you again.” You leaned back slightly, “Neither did I,” you admitted, “But back then, I also didn’t think I was going to be able to hear your songs without feeling so much pain.” “And now?” He asked. You smiled softly looking at him, “Now I just hear someone I used to love.” Yoongi winced, but he nodded, “That’s fair.”

The silence between you two wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt like it was supposed to be there just like two people sitting in the aftermath of a storm acknowledging the things its destroyed but choosing not to go through it again.

“I read our messages sometimes,” he said suddenly. “The old ones. You sent me so many pictures of snacks I never even liked.” You laughed, surprising even yourself. “You always pretended to like the snacks, though.” “I love you,” he replied, voice low, "that was why I pretended to like them.” You didn’t look away, “I know," pretending like you didn't hear the present tense in his statement.

“You ever think about” he trailed off then shook his head. “No, forget it.” You raised your eyes, “No, go on.” He looked straight at you, “You ever think about what it would’ve been like if I just left the meeting that night? If I came to you?”

You didn’t flinch, because you did think about it a million times and a million different ways, but you also know that clinging to the possibility of different decisions will never bring you peace. “I used to,” you said. “But I don’t anymore. I know now that even if you came home that night, it wouldn’t have fixed everything, the cracks were already there.”

Yoongi exhaled. “Yeah. I know.” You reached for the drink in front of you and took a sip, “But I also know we loved each other. That wasn’t an act.” “No,” he agreed quietly. “It never was.”

The boys glanced over occasionally, but didn’t dare to interfere. They understand for the both of them, it was about presence, about being here in the now. Just two people who used to belong to each other, facing the past to finally let it breathe.

Yoongi spoke again, “I think I’ll always carry you. Not in a sad way, just as part of me.” You nodded, “That’s all I ever want.” You stood up first, smoothing your shirt, “I should get back before my friends start guessing dramatic things.”

Yoongi gave you the smallest smile that screamed I'll miss you. As you turned to leave, he called your name once, softly. You turned back, “y/n, If we meet again,” he asked, “do you think we could try again?” You tilted your head. “Maybe,” you said. “But only if we both remembered to choose each other every single day.”

He nodded.

Then you walked away, the love of Yoongi's life walked away. Your footsteps light and your heart calm. You didn’t look back and Yoongi didn’t ask you to even though he did hope for you to look back. He watched you go, but for the first time in five years, he let you go not with grief nor regret, but with love.

still and always.

After you walked away from the rooftop, Yoongi remained in his seat even long after the boys returned to the table, their laughters and conversations filling the air like background noise. His mind was still focused to the sound of your voice, to the way you looked at him when you said, “Only if we both remembered to choose each other every single day.”

Yoongi sits in that moment and finally accepts the truth. You’re no longer his. And yet, he’s grateful for what you will always be to him. For a kind of love that never demanded more, yet gave him everything.

Maybe, in another life, you would’ve been the one. But in this one, Yoongi has to learn to be whole without you, the one for him.

[wordbunch]

Ben Grimm x reader headcanons

a/n: HEAR ME OUT. or don't. anyway this is for my weird girlies bc i SEE THEY'RE ASKING FOR IT, dinner is served 💞 essentially my brain wrote this on its own during a couple of weird days of being sick, alone, and having fever dreams post-fantastic 4 in imax 😶 FLUFF OVERLOAD ahead

meeting at work for the first time, him working as a pilot and you being ground control 🥺 two essential halves of the same thing!!!!

this man locked you down IMMEDIATELY, like "yes. this one. no one else in the universe."

being married before the fateful space mission which made the Four into Fantastic four and thinking that you have your perfect sweet life

and of course you were on ground control duty for that one, meaning you heard A LOT of unsettling things happening on that spaceship and you were just happy to have your husband back, in any way shape or form

to say the least, the first weeks after that mission were a strange and challenging time for you and Ben most of all

the other three were as supportive as ever

but going from living a calm little life in a small apartment, having cooking dates and watching a nerdy tv show in the evening, to having a soulmate who is basically a mountain, Johnny (your bestie) sticking his nose in your business all around baxter building and Herbie beeping next to you as you make dinner... was really quite something

as much as someone with an outside perspective might think, you were and remained his absolute rock

of course Ben was all like "if you want to leave me i completely understand" but your stubborn self would NEVER.

"i remember us saying 'until death do us part', and as far as i can see, we are both still very much alive." and that topic was closed

still he thought about it many more times but usually without telling you, not that he wasn't beyond grateful for your love and support, it's just that he didn't want to burden you and change your life upside down

but nevertheless, you two decided to start navigating your new reality together

he is terrified that you will be scared of him (how could you, he is still the love of your life)

initially trying to tread lightly on some topics but eventually you grow comfortable with joking about things, and seriously Ben is so sarcastic and funny, and you match that so well, that the whole team is tripping over themselves with laughter at your little banter

underneath a rocky exterior there is a heart of absolute gold and that didn't change with any physical transformation

he has sooo much love to give, and he is so devoted to you and amazed by you and feels lucky beyond measure

your laughter is his favorite sound in the world, bonus points if you think your laughter is unattractive

whatever your interests are, he will at least try to get into them, sometimes begrudgingly, sometimes he will pretend to dislike something but actually enjoy it and he likes when you tease him about it!!

behind closed doors he is the biggest softie of all time

you give him lots of words of affirmation complete with nicknames, but his heart absolutely melts at "baby" and "Benny"

when you're feeling extra romantic and darling, you will call him "handsome" but when you wanna get on his nerves, "thingy" is the way to go 😂 (don't let Johnny ever hear that one)

he is an amazing listener

sometimes you feel he over-compensates for the fact that your life had to change so much, by doing too many nice things for you; there are always flowers, coffee/tea in bed, a scented bath, your favorite food or a handwritten note waiting for you for no special occasion

always hanging out together while cooking

Whatever your insecurities are, he will claim they are his favorite things

when you lean your head on his shoulder, or press your forehead to his, or take his hand with your much smaller one, his heart grows 10 sizes

Ben has a random dislike of scented candles, while you love them - you best believe he lets you light as many as you want anyway

his taste in music is very random and niche, and that is one interest you really bond over; yes Johnny will eavesdrop and pretend he is hating on your music choices but actually be vibing

if you can play an instrument, Benny boy is even more amazed at you

of course Johnny loves asking very inappropriate questions, but the two of you play along until you leave him flabbergasted, and the two of you a laughing mess

this man can lift you up basically with one hand and it is so much fun

you do like a good pair of broad shoulders

also he won't hesitate to literally just pick you up and carry you away from a conversation if the rest of the family is being insufferable, it's hilarious and endearing 😂

if you are ever anxious, Ben is the perfect partner to have because when he hugs you and hides you away, literally nothing in the world can touch you

and yes you can still hear his heartbeat

if you love a weighted blanked, he's your perfect match, except he is only allowed to put one arm over you lest you end up squished and suffocated

it is actually a struggle for him not to love you with his full strength but he is beyond terrified of ever hurting you in any way

also has quite a soothing voice to bring you out of your sometimes loud thoughts

sitting on the balcony at night and watching the sky in silence together is one of the ways you like to unwind and sometimes some unsaid things will come out at this time

sadly Ben has a strong tendency to close himself off when something is eating at him, in his mind he has already bothered you enough for 5 lifetimes just by existing, he doesn't want to pile more things on your back

you are painfully aware of this and you try to let him be, but your heart cracks every time you walk into your room and his back is turned towards you; then you have to pry a little bit and, if nothing else, give him a bit of extra love and reassurance and cheer him up

to say he is protective would be an understatement, in small situations as well as big ones, for example his side of the bed is the one closer to the door, just in case

you are the most precious joyful thing in his life

hehe

when you guys are out in public and someone dares to throw him an offhand comment, you are READY to throw hands

some kids be calling you mrs thing in the street lmao

but luckily it is more common that he gets recognized by an enthusiastic fan, and then your eyes all but tear up in joy

he deserves good things!!!!

he is a very "that's my wife!!" person if u know what i mean

you always reassure him that you wouldn't change a thing about your unconventional love story and that he is perfect in your eyes, that he never has to think he is inconveniencing you and that you are not having a hard time because he is... himself

his clothes are ridiculously large on you, you adore it

Ben gets jealous in a sulky way for obvious reasons, even though he trusts you with his life

therefore you make a point to always latch onto his arm when you are out or at an event; your man is a hero and you are proud to be his soulmate and best friend, judgmental comments be damned

you gotta gently push him to get out there a bit more and live his life, but with you it's less intimidating

when the two of you babysit Franklin those are some of the happiest times ever, chaos love and giggles galore

he has such strong dad instincts it is just crazy, and the baby looks comically small in his arms

yes Franklin likes to climb him and yes you are laughing while internally praying to keep those memories forever

Reed and Sue trust the two of you completely and you literally offer to babysit even without them asking

those times also include all of you falling asleep after going out to the park or reading children's books in silly voices

and then it results in a bittersweet scene of Ben sprawled out on the couch, you on top of him an the baby in your arms

@ ben enjoyers plss back me up on this! <3

[touchlinewhore]

can you write someone about kenan being shirtless after the game because he switched shirts and everybody sees the scratches on his back from his girl

Marked Him Up Real Good

Pairing: Kenan Yıldız x Reader Content Warning: Post-match thirst, visible scratch marks, teasing teammates, possessive & smug Kenan, implied smut, dominant/submissive tension, mutual obsession Word Count: ~2k

Kenan hadn’t meant to cause a scene.

But the second he peeled off his shirt after the final whistle and handed it to the defender he’d just danced circles around, everything shifted. Cameras didn’t just follow him; they stayed on him. The whole stadium seemed to take a breath as his bare back came into view.

And so did the scratches.

Red, raw, and unforgiving, they curled over his shoulder blades and dragged downward, clear and brazen under the floodlights. Angry, perfect lines left by someone who had no interest in being gentle. Someone who had dug her nails into him as he fucked her slow and deep, like she wanted the whole damn city to know who he belonged to.

The silence didn’t last.

“Yo!” One of the subs called out from the sideline, already grinning. “Someone’s girl got claws.”

Kenan didn’t turn. Just kept jogging down the tunnel, heat still thrumming through his veins from the win, his lips curving into the laziest smirk imaginable.

Another voice, closer. “You sure you don’t need the medical team for that, bro?”

He shrugged as he walked, jacket slung over one shoulder but still not on. Let them look. Let the world see what you did to him. He liked the sting. Liked remembering your thighs locked around his waist, your voice cracking as you pulled him closer and begged him not to stop.

It wasn’t the first time you’d marked him up like that. But it was the first time the cameras caught it.

And he didn’t regret it for a second.

The teasing kept going in the locker room. Players made mock scratching gestures. Staff offered him ointment. Someone even tried to hand him a bandage. Kenan just laughed them off, towel slung low around his hips as he scrolled through the early social media reactions.

Screenshots. Zoom-ins. TikToks with slow-motion replays of the exact moment he turned and the scratches appeared. Thirst tweets and edits that would make your face burn. He found one that captioned the clip with “he’s not single. she owns him.” and saved it to his camera roll.

They weren’t wrong.

He got home past midnight, exhausted but still buzzing, and you were on the couch in one of his oversized hoodies, phone glowing in your hand. The second you saw him, you bit your lip.

You didn’t even say hi.

“They saw,” you whispered, voice small.

He closed the door behind him and locked it. “Everyone.”

You buried your face in your hands. “I didn’t mean to scratch you that bad. I really didn’t.”

“You did.” His voice was amused, low and rough in the best way. “And it was perfect.”

You peeked through your fingers. He was still shirtless, just his jacket hanging open, faint red marks still angry and visible on his back.

Your face flushed. “They’re gonna talk about it all week…”

“I want them to.”

You blinked. “What?”

He crossed the room in two slow steps, kneeling in front of the couch and pulling you into his lap like you weighed nothing. His hands slipped under the hoodie, warm and heavy on your waist.

“I want them to see what you do to me.”

You couldn’t breathe. His voice was that low, that sure, that possessive. Like he didn’t care about anything else but letting the world know who had their hands on him the night before.

“I saw the tweets,” you said quietly, heart racing. “They’re going feral.”

“Good. Let them wonder what you sound like when you put those marks on me.”

Your whole body lit up.

“I want them to look at me,” he whispered, “and know I belong to someone who ruins me.”

You squirmed against him, and he didn’t hesitate. His grip tightened, his mouth brushed your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“You gonna scratch me up again?” he murmured.

You nodded fast, eyes fluttering shut.

“When?”

You swallowed. “Now.”

He picked you up without a word and carried you to the bedroom, hoodie slipping higher with every step. He tossed you gently onto the bed, eyes dark and gleaming.

No lights, just the hallway glow. Just enough to see your flushed cheeks and bare thighs as he stripped off his sweatpants and climbed over you.

Hands up, he ordered softly.

You obeyed.

He peeled the hoodie off you slowly, like unwrapping something he’d been craving for hours. His lips found the bruises he’d left the night before, kissing each one like a thank-you.

He worshipped you for hours.

And you left new scratches. Deeper ones. Ones that would still be visible next week.

The next morning, you sat on the bathroom counter brushing your teeth while he stood shirtless at the sink beside you. Your eyes drifted to his back.

He caught you in the mirror.

Proud of yourself? he asked, smirking.

You pretended to roll your eyes, but you were grinning.

So when he walked into training that afternoon still refusing to wear an undershirt and letting the new marks peek out again, no one was surprised. Not even the cameras.

He knew what he was doing.

And you loved him for it.

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Epic Buddie Fic Rec | March 31st-May 15th 2025 (PART THREE)

Hey guys!! Long time no see!!

Sorry I haven't been around, you guys know the drill... The usual excuses, work, real life, been busy, yadda yadda yadda... But I'm on vacation now so I finally had time to work on a fic rec! Unfortunately, many many weeks have passed which means I have many many weeks of fics to go through to catch up 😆 oh well. We'll start with this!

parent trap by rizcriz (Post-S8E12: Disconnected | 6K | T ): Or, Buck goes to El Paso.

❤️there it is again, sitting on my chest (makes it hard to catch my breath) by Elgney (Post-Eddie moving, Angst, Getting Together | 27K | T): “She wants my kidney. That’s what fucking happened, okay? My dad needs a kidney donor and they remembered why they bothered having me in the first place. Is that what you wanted to hear? That my parents finally found a use for me after all these years?”

rack ’em up, big blonde by markofalover/ @markofalover (Getting Together | 3K | T): ...or, Eddie has a crush on Orville Peck, who totally does not look like Buck.

might as well be drunk in love by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Buddie Roommates | 1,3K | T): OR: buck comes home drunk, and tells eddie something he didn't quite mean to.

all of my life, it's been all for you by staticsilencee (Soulmate AU, Getting Together | 10K | T): Occasionally, people’s names wouldn’t match up. It wasn’t common, and the only cases Buck had ever personally heard of had involved literal criminals, but it did happen. The other option– well. Either Buck was secretly a killer without knowing about it, or Eddie had taken one look at him and decided he wanted nothing to do with him. In some ways, Buck couldn’t even blame him.

i told my sister about you by rizcriz (Buck&May | 4K | T): “Eddie kissed me last night,” he says, quietly, carefully—it feels a bit like it’s being pulled from him, like if he doesn’t say it right here, right now, he might actually explode, but he doesn’t know how to say it, because it doesn’t make sense. Or: Buck highjacks his and May's weekly breakfast.

on a hot summer night by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (PWP, Phone Sex | 4K | E): There's another silence, a brief one. Eddie's stomach swoops like he's in freefall. Then Buck says, even lower, "What would you do? If you were here?"

Say you were made to be mine by scarmaddiewrites (A/B/O AU, Post-Eddie moving | 44K | E): Buck starts to feel sick after Eddie leaves for Texas, Eddie starts to feel sick after leaving for Texas…the two aren’t connected, right?

(someone who loves you wouldn’t do this) by justhockey (Post-Eddie moving | 7K | T): Every time Eddie steps through this front door he feels like a little kid again. But he’ll do this for Christopher. He’ll grit his teeth and he’ll grin and bear it, taking every underhanded comment and every brazen insult like a man who knows how it feels to be shot. Who knows what it takes to survive it.

Three Phone Calls by CourtepointeClementine/ @courtepointeclementine, sunlight/ @justonebigbee (Post-S8E8: Wannabes | 8K | T): Buck calls Maddie. Maddie calls Eddie. Eddie calls Buck. They get there.

And what is this? Everything by scarmaddiewrites (Post-S8E11: Holy Mother of God, Getting Together | 4K | T): Eddie and Buck’s first night as roommates…who get the room and who gets the couch?

Assigned Gay by Targeted Advertisements by sunlight/ @justonebigbee (Post-S7E10: All Fall Down, Getting Together | 11K | T): At first, Eddie thinks nothing of it. He lives in LA: there are plenty of ads specifically for queer people all over the place, so it’s not like he’s never seen a billboard with a rainbow on it. Then Buck starts talking about data privacy and the ads just keep coming, so Eddie starts to wonder if the advertising companies know something about him that he doesn’t.

im not angry anymore for what you did by staticsilencee (Post-Eddie moving | 18K | T): Eddie makes his return to Texas, determined to win his son back over- only to find that maybe his parents have been the real problem all along.

Unexpected Desires by Charlesburg (Post-S8E12: Disconnected, PWP | 6K | E): OR Buck accidentally sends Eddie the link to his anonymous erotic baking OnlyFans and Eddie loses his mind over an apron.

Holding Pattern by glorious_spoon (S8, Alive Bobby, Friends to Lovers | 2K | M): Or: kitchen scene, redux.

[orimuraa]

• happy national girlfriend day!!!

this is a post to celebrate my lovely gfies in my life >< i love you all so much!!!

@yintual

my dearest yin, you are nothing but a sweetheart to me and you have introduced me to so many amazing people and i cannot thank you enough for that! you will always be the wonhee to my moka, jellycatz forever :3 i can’t wait to continue being your friend and i love you forever and ever with all my heart ><

@chrrific

my darling mi baby, you are so sweet, pretty, hilarious, and charming. you are my long lost twin and we both match each other’s freak when it comes to loving riki ^0^ you will always be my baby iroha to my moka and you are so so so sweet and adorable :0 may we forever be friends ><

@manariee

mana, thank you for all your sweet support and love <3 you’re always so kind to me and i always treasure our crazy moments together >< i’m so lucky to be able to have a friend like you who always is there for me and i hope you know that i’m always here for you as well ^-^

@chuhees

savsav!!! i see you more as my big sister but shh it’s okay, we can still appreciate you on national gfie day >< words cannot express how much you mean to me and i want you to know how special and important you are to me <3 you’re always there for me and you always have sweet words to say, i love you so much ㅠㅠ i’m so glad i met you because i wouldn’t be the person i am without you :3

@htaesan

same as sav, i see you as my older sister, but nothing is gonna stop me from appreciating you on national gfie day hehe >< lili, we’ve been moots for quite some time now and we only just got super close, but i’m so glad we did!!! i will always be here when you have long days at school and you just need someone to vent to >3< ilysm and i want you to know how special you are to me!!

@saeivra

this is big sister section now…BUT saebae, i love you with all of my heart and i’m so happy you’re back heheh !!!! i have never felt so loved by a person before and you made me feel so appreciated and seen. you’re always there for me and i’m so appreciative of that. i love you to infinity and beyond ><

@yuuuraaa

gfie rua :3 i love you so much and you’re always so fun to yap with and i’m so lucky to have met you and become friends with you !!! you will forever be my precious baby and i love you so dearly much. (p.s we will plan that matching theme one day hehe)

@douqhnxtss

kira baby!!! you’re an absolute sweetheart and i’m SO glad i got to become friends with you >< i love you so much and you always make me blush ^o^ please never change because i love you so much and you’re so cutie patootie

@callikari

my vivi, you’re so gorgeous and sweet and loving and i can’t believe i get to call you my friend >< the lisa to my jisoo, i will always love you with my whole heart <3 mwah!!

@koiiqqqq

koi!!!! i’m so glad we’ve met through a bunch of mutual friends because you’re actually the sweetest!!!! i can’t wait to get to know you better and overall, get closer ^_^

@fleuryns

fawnie!!! you’re such a sweetheart and i blush every time you say such sweet words >//< you are just so precious and i can’t wait to get closer with you !!!

@melodiessvy

my dearest kyu! i wanna thank you for how much you support me and all your sweet words >< i love everything you do and i’m so glad to have someone as sweet as you ><

@saemisic

sae!!! my sun to my ki, i know we’ve both been a bit off with communication but i promise to make an effort to reach out more!!! ilysm and know that i will always be here for you <3

[sterlinggothdarlings]

DannyPhantom.exe (yeah, the dude from TikTok) is making a super well-produced dance cover of Your Idol AS THE SAJA BOYS. I'm talking wigs, costumes, makeup, fangs - even the body markings glow in black light! I am incredibly hyped about it and I have no one to talk about it as extensively as I want, so I'm posting in the hopes that more people will watch his behind the scenes videos before the actual dance cover comes out on August 2nd.

Here are some screenshots of the bts videos if you don't believe my hype:

They (well, Jonny) adapted a lot of the choreo to both make it their own and for it to look better in live action.

Silliness during the costume fitting + checking the outfits with the choreo to see if everything works

Hair dyeing to match Jinu and Baby

Baby scared of the contacts + Baby after the trauma of the contacts (it was worth it, they look awesome)

And since I've reached the limit of images on mobile, I'll leave you with my favorite shot and the thing that made me the most hyped; a testament of the quality of this project:

THE MARKS ARE SHINING, BABES. THEY LITERALLY SHINE, NO NEED FOR EDITING IN POST.

If you cannot watch the full bts videos, just watch the actual dance cover when it comes out on YouTube! August 2nd, this saturday!

[giselleloversclub]

✮⋆˙ISACK HADJAR REC LIST⋆˙✮

(this rec include smau , long fic , drabble ect...)

(everything is fluff)

CAN'T HELP MYSELF (GET CLOSE TO ME) @spiderbeam

a little glimpse into your friendship with isack.

isack hadjar x best friend!reader

smau

CUPID'S CHOKEHOLD⛐ @tsunodaradio

isack brings his girlfriend to pierre’s friendly football match, and everyone in attendance realizes cupid has isack in a chokehold.

words count : 0.7k

written

SMALL FRIENDS ? @littlegrapejuice

You've seen many drivers get a seat at Racing Bulls, but only one managed to charm you. So thank God that it's not for your knowledge of French that the team hired you, because it almost cost you a relationship.

written

CRUSH @azulpitlane

in which comments isack made on lewis hamilton’s daughter’s old instagram posts resurface

smau

EVERYTHING BUT LOVERS⛐ @tsunodaradio

the person on the other side of your screen is not your friend nor your rival. he’s a third, evil thing: a lewis hamilton stan account dead set on making your life absolute fucking hell. 

hamilton stan account!isack hadjar x rosberg stan account!reader.

smau

DRESS @annaswrites00

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend…

words count : 2.2k

written

FLIGHT 22 @cheftsunoda

isack hadjar, always on the move with the formula 1 calendar, meets you—his flight attendant—on a routine trip. but nothing about you feels routine. a quiet glance, a conversation over bad coffee, and a missed connection later, he realizes he’s in deeper than he expected. you work flight 22, and he starts booking it whenever he can. you fall for him too, but your schedules never quite line up—and both of you are scared of what this could become.

isack hadjar x !flight attendant reader

written

HAUTE COUTURE @piastrixpole

isack hadjar x fashion student! reader

smau

Ranked Last, Still First ⛐ @yuyuyukiii

Isack Hadjar had one plan: be mysterious, charming, and very French. Then Y/N laughed at Oscar Piastri like he was doing stand-up, and suddenly Isack was spiraling. One old accent-ranking video later, he’s convinced she hates the French, loves Oscar, and maybe has terrible taste. Cue: petty sabotage, dramatic tire-stack stalking, and emotional damage delivered via granola bar. Isack might be many things, but calm is not one of them.

written

BE MY BABY @leclercsaintmleux

a childhood friendship blooms into something more and everyone seems to know about it except for the two people involved

smau

𝙄 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙄 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 @adoraflush

Cute scenarios with our favorite rookie.

Isack Hadjar x f! Hamilton! reader

smau

JE T'AIME @iammclovinn

when fans start hate on you, isack defends you.

isack hadjar (6) x black!fem!reader

smau

DREAM LIST @maritinelli

It's late at night, they're sitting on the balcony of their apartment when they decide to make lists of silly things to do together. But not so silly when it comes to the next step in the relationship.

words count: 2.2K

written

GOT A FEELING (YOU GAVE ME NO CHANCE) @spiderbeam

you don’t hate isack hadjar. he’s infuriating. he’s the competition. he’s the bane of your existence. but you don’t hate him. ………

physics major!isack hadjar x physics major!reader

words count : 2.7k

written

OBLIVIOUS @cheftsunoda

being liam lawson’s little sister meant two things: everyone in the paddock knew who you were — and everyone knew you were hopelessly into his teammate, isack hadjar.

you wore his number, flirted constantly, and made it painfully obvious you liked him. the only problem? isack either didn’t get it… or didn’t believe someone like you could actually like him.

but the season was long, and you weren’t giving up that easily. sooner or later, he’d have to realize: you weren’t just being nice. you were in love with him.

isack hadjar x !lawson reader

smau + written parts

[four-toast]

hiii

I am going crazy about your girldad rosekiller au it’s literally consuming me

I read one of your posts that said that Nessa witnessed a few of Barty’s episodes. How do you think Evan would deal with this in the later years?

Also, I just love the idea of this little girl in a princess dress running up to someone and the dads are just. Rosekiller with all their tattoos and piercings and whatnot. The type of people that would make some homophobic old shrew at the supermarket die

-🦝

ANOTHER NEW ANON???? Welcome to the madness, I hope you enjoy your stay lol

Firstly, THANK YOU so much. It's consuming me too, so I'm glad I have people to share it with.

So fun fact, the one shot I'm currently working on actually deals with your question lol. I won't give too much away, but basically Nessa sneaks out, Barty's off his meds, and when she comes home, he loses it. They get into a pretty nasty screaming match, Evan steps in and tells them they need to go to bed, and then he's kind of left to just pick of the pieces (I need to write something happy because I feel like I've put Evan through enough and this whole family just needs a break).

In general, Evan's got conflicted feelings about Barty's episodes. On the one hand, he knows they're not his fault and he knows that Barty's really struggling. At the same time, he hates that Nessa has to see her dad like that, so he's also a wee bit angry at Barty. I think Evan's always put a lot of pressure on himself to be sort of the glue that holds their family together and after a while, that starts to take it's toll. He tries really hard to act like he's fine for Nessa, but I can guarantee you that the minute he's alone, he breaks down. Dude has cried in the shower more times than he'd like to admit. Also, he feels an odd mix of relief and sadness every time they send Nessa off to Hogwarts. He doesn't have to pretend Barty's "situation" doesn't have a huge impact on him but he also misses Nessa immensely, so he falls into a depressive funk for a while.

I don't think Barty realises how much Evan struggles until Nessa goes to school. Like, her first year was ROUGH. Let's just say that Evan decided it was HIS turn to spiral... He stopped wanting to go into work, leaving Barty to run the shop pretty much alone (they had help by this time though), and started drinking. Most days, by the time Barty got home, Evan was either absolutely hammered or passed out. But, as usual, Nessa's the one who snaps him out of it. He doesn't want her to see him like that, especially because he's supposed to be her rock. He's supposed to be the stable one, the reliable one, the one who's there when no one else is.

Nessa is the most important person in their lives, and she knows this. She knows she's loved, but she also knows her dads have a lot of issues and aren't perfect. She's what really made them "grow up" and want to change. They wanted to do something good for a change. (And I personally think they did a very good job, despite their flaws)

And yes, people are ALWAYS shocked when they meet Nessa and then meet her dads. Sort of like "how did this little princess come from those two?" 😂 As for homophobic old shrews, they've definitely put quite a few of them in their place lol. I'd say there's only one interaction with a homophobe that doesn't end well, and it may or may not have something to do with Nessa's bio mom...

Thanks for the ask!! This was a great question!

[rosaryui]

general ayayui headcanons? :3

YIPPIE MY FIRST ASK!!! rest assured anon you will not be disappointed...i hope...

Tw: abusive/toxic dynamics (should be a given since this is a dialovers post but still.)

yui has a pretty plump face— and ayato loves squishing it. he likes stretching her cheeks until they're red just to hear her complain and flail around helplessly.

ayato will only ever cook for yui and even then it’s a coin toss between “wow surprisingly edible” and “oh. it’s… crunchy soup?” and she just smiles through it bc she knows he’s trying so hard and she’ll eat every bite like it’s gourmet.

when yui has nightmares, ayato pretends he woke up at the same time “coincidentally” like “tch, stupid chichinashi woke me up with all her tossing” but he’s already pulling her to his chest like a security blanket..and then biting her as punishment for "waking him up" or for "worrying even though hes right there next to her"

ayato doesn't beg for forgiveness,ever. he demands and expects it. he apologizes once (even that's rare) and that's it— that's his part. but when she withholds it from him, it hurts more than he wants to admit— so much that he wishes he coule actually bite those words out of yui's throat. if the silent treatment goes on too long he comes up with his own form of "begging for forgiveness",which is just hovering ominously and being weirdly nice until things go back to normal.

yui would never admit this (not to him atleast),but she likes seeing ayato act impulsively at times or getting a sort of childish pride whenever he accomplishes something. she might like it a little too much because she ends up "accidentally" exposing a bit of her neck right after.

yui tells ayato "i love you" right after he hurts her the most. she tells herself that it's for comfort,both his and hers— but sometimes she just likes seeing the harsh pang of guilt cross upon his face and see him suffer a bit. she weaponizes her own softness and doesn't even realize.

ayato’s gets genuinely offended when yui calls herself “ordinary.” not necessarily because he's worried for her self-esteem but because she belongs to him specifically,and hearing her degrade herself is like hearing her degrade him. “you’re mine. there’s nothing ordinary about that.” he doesn’t even mean to sound romantic—it’s just a fact to him.

we all know ayato is very gifted in athletics— and he takes absolute advantage of yui being the exact opposite. whenever he offers to teach her some new sport it always ends with them doing other kinds of exercise iykyk...

on the topic of sports,ayato makes sure yui attends all of his games and also makes sure she cheers him on loudly and ONLY him. If she cheers on any of his teammates he does NOT take it well. Once he wins (notice how I didnt even say "if") he relishes in the other's cheers for a few moments before telling them to shut up and going up to her to brag. He only really cares about her praise.

yui likes ayato's voice. ayato ALSO likes his own voice. Match made in superhell— and now he lowkey narrates things when she’s around. “I’m walking to the kitchen, because someone didn’t bring me a snack.” like sir. just admit you want her attention.

————— . . . . . .

WHEW ive never done any hcs in the past i hope these r good enough and like. In character...heh...ty for reading..

[paperbacksinner]

https://www.tumblr.com/mangionebabymama/789631490101329920/introducing-bestfriends-crushluigi-where

…..😁

Off-Limits

Based off this post by @mangionebabymama!

———

You never meant for it to go this far.

It was supposed to be harmless.

Just a glance here, a smile there.

Just a little spark when he said your name.

Just a small ache in your stomach when he looked at her like she wasn’t even there.

But now he’s sitting across from you in the library, textbook open, pen twirling in his fingers—and he’s not looking at his notes. He’s looking at you.

“You keep chewing your bottom lip when you’re confused,” he says, voice soft. “Makes me wanna fix it for you.”

You freeze. It’s not the first time he’s said something like that—but it’s the first time he hasn’t tried to walk it back. No teasing smirk. No “just kidding.”

He means it. And you feel it like a match to dry skin.

“Luigi…” Your voice comes out quiet, cautious. “You know you can’t say stuff like that.”

His eyes darken just slightly. “Why not?”

You shut your book. “Because she likes you.”

There it is. The ugly truth between you. The she you both know you mean—your best friend, who’s liked him since sophomore year. The girl who made you pinky promise, over frappes in her car, that if Luigi Mangione ever gave her a chance, you’d cheer her on like a good friend should.

She doesn’t know he walks you to class now.

She doesn’t know he calls you “babe” when no one’s listening.

She doesn’t know how your heart races when he brushes his fingers against yours like it’s muscle memory.

And worst of all?

She doesn’t know you let him.

It started slow.

Late nights studying in the library, when he started sitting beside you instead of across. When he’d tap his foot against yours just to feel you, when he started offering you sips of his energy drink like you didn’t already have your own.

You told yourself it was nothing. That you were imagining it.

But then came the texts.

At first, they were innocent:

“What was the homework?”

“You still up?”

“Ugh I can’t focus unless I talk to someone.”

Then they shifted.

“Do you think I’m a good person?”

“I don’t think anyone knows me the way you do.”

“I think about you too much.”

That one stopped your heart.

You remember staring at your phone under the covers, thumb hovering. You typed, deleted, typed again.

“You can’t say things like that. Not to me.”

He responded instantly.

“But I mean it.”

And the worst part?

So did you.

Now he’s leaning back in the library chair, arms crossed over his chest like he’s bracing for something.

“She doesn’t even know me like you do,” he says. “Not really.”

“She wants to,” you shoot back. “She’s liked you for years, Luigi.”

“I didn’t ask her to.”

You wince. “That’s cold.”

“No, it’s honest.” His voice is quiet, but steady. “I didn’t ask her to like me. And I sure as hell didn’t ask for this to happen. For you to get under my skin like this.”

The silence between you is loaded, trembling at the edges.

You feel like you’re balancing on a tightrope with no net—heart caught between loyalty and the kind of want that doesn’t go away.

He exhales slowly. “You gonna pretend you don’t feel it too?”

Your lips part. You should lie. You should say, of course I don’t. You should protect your best friend.

But you don’t. You can’t.

“I do,” you whisper. “But that doesn’t make it right.”

Luigi leans forward, his hand barely brushing yours. “Nothing about this has ever felt wrong to me. Not when it’s you.”

The first time it gets physical, it’s raining.

You’re standing under the awning outside school, hoodie soaked, clutching your books when you feel him step behind you. His arms come around you like they were meant to—slow, cautious, but firm.

“I was looking for you,” he murmurs.

Your voice is hoarse. “I was hiding.”

He turns you around, brushing your hair back with wet fingers. “You always run away when things get real.”

You glare, but your hands don’t leave his chest. “Maybe because running is safer than… this.”

Luigi just studies you, like you’re the only thing he sees.

And then he kisses you.

Slow, aching, desperate. Like he’s been holding back for weeks. Like if he doesn’t, he’ll explode.

Your books hit the ground. Your hands twist into his hoodie. And when he pulls away, both of you are breathless.

“…We can’t do that again,” you whisper.

“I know.” He touches your face like he doesn’t believe himself. “I know.”

But you both know you will.

The guilt doesn’t hit all at once—it creeps in slowly.

Like when your best friend brings up Luigi again over FaceTime, gushing about how good his hair looked that day, and you smile like your insides aren’t rotting.

Or when she says, “He said hi to me in the hallway today—I think we’re getting somewhere!” and you nod, because you were with him twenty minutes ago, pressed up against the back of the science lab door.

And the worst moment comes when she says, “Thanks for always having my back with this. Seriously, you’re the best.”

You mute yourself and sob quietly into your sleeve.

You try to end it.

You don’t answer his texts. You take a different route to class. You delete the folder of photos he sent you from late-night car rides and blurry study sessions and the one of him in his bed, hoodie pushed up, captioned:

“wish u were here”

You avoid him for five days.

On the sixth, he shows up at your door at 1:43 a.m.

Soaked. Eyes bloodshot. Hoodie half-zipped.

“I can’t sleep when you’re mad at me.”

You don’t let him in at first.

Then he says, “You’re the only person who sees me. I don’t want to be the guy who hurts people, but when I’m with you I feel like—like me. Please don’t take that away.”

Your hands shake as you pull the door open.

He doesn’t kiss you this time. He just holds you. Long and tight. Like if he lets go, he’ll disappear.

You don’t know how it ends.

You don’t know if it has to end.

You only know that when you look at him, it’s already too late.

He was never supposed to be yours.

But somehow… you became his.

And the truth?

You’re not ready to let go.

Not yet. Not when he looks at you like you hung the moon.

Even if it costs you everything else.

———

It happened two weeks later.

You were in the library when she showed up. She didn’t text. Didn’t knock. Just stood there at the table, jaw clenched, eyes already shining.

“You fucked him.”

Your stomach dropped. “I—what?”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Her voice was quiet, which was worse than yelling.

“I saw the texts,” she said. “The ones from last night. ‘Can’t stop thinking about your mouth.’” Her voice cracked. “You were my best friend.”

���I didn’t mean for it to happen,” you whispered.

“Didn’t mean to fall on his dick either?”

The words hit you like a slap. You blinked, stunned silent.

She laughed bitterly, wiping under her eyes. “He was mine. He was supposed to be mine.”

You shook your head. “He chose me.”

“I loved him.”

“I know.”

“Then why?” Her voice cracked. “Why would you do this to me?”

You opened your mouth — but what could you say?

That you tried not to fall? That you felt sick every time he touched you and she popped into your head? That you hated yourself for liking the way he looked at you like you were worth ruining something for?

“I’m sorry,” was all you managed.

She stared at you for a long time. Then she turned and walked away.

That night, Luigi showed up. Knocked once, then came in.

“She knows,” you said, eyes hollow.

He nodded. “I figured.”

You didn’t move when he came closer. Didn’t kiss him back when he tried.

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this,” you whispered.

He took your face in his hands. “Tell me I’m not too late. Tell me we’re gonna be okay.”

You looked at him, blinking back tears.

“I don’t know,” you said.

And for once, he didn’t have an answer.

[maykitz]

most people can reach children through family and friends "for free" anyway, but paying for it isn't a wealthy people business in the slightest.

countless major cities have areas that are known for teen prostitution and the prices there are low because the kids are desperate; poor, often addicted to something, possibly homeless. and i mean really low. in an article i've translated and posted here before, one previously affected child said a handjob in the car from a 13-year-old would go for 20€ and their street was always busy. quick oral sex with a 15-year-old for 30€, vaginal for 40€. a couple hundred if you want to take them somewhere with you for multiple hours. one girl was bought from her parents for 100€ and later sold by her trafficker to the client who impregnated her for 400€. these are the price ranges.

if you want younger than that still, you wouldn't believe how many parents or legal guardians pimp out their kids and how cheap it is. just recently a woman in indiana sent men photos of her 7-month-old daughter through snapchat with "u can fuck her for $400" and that only made the news because she got caught. the price matches what i've read in similar stories. "even" in the first world raping a baby is affordable for less than a month's rent and only requires not getting automatically flagged by snapchat's policy against sex solicitation.

and if you do go abroad, sex tourism only costs you an average solo vacation. when i was in mombasa on the beach at night to buy weed, a woman propositioned to me and, upon being turned down, informed me that they had girls starting at age 8 available if that's what i was after. no hesitation or pretense. she herself seemed barely in her 20s. being a foreigner on your own is all it takes. you don't need a secret password or special connections. for those who want to, it's painfully easy, cheap and safe.

the world of underage prostitution and trafficking doesn't look like children being sold as precious commodities to handpicked clienteles. they're sold dirt cheap to whatever average joe bastard happens to show up because there are millions of kids in shit life circumstances with no one looking out for them. they're treated as a dime a dozen. poor and neglected children are literally mass produced goods. child labour is used precisely because it's so cheap, why would sexual exploitation be any different?

point being: rich and famous people don't need to do all that to get access to a child. in fact, celebrities probably have a somewhat harder time with the anonymity that makes it so safe, being in the public eye and all. whenever you're reading something about sex trafficking in general or children in particular, pay attention to if it's being suggested that one needs to be part of the elite or some other secret club to be granted access. that'll tell you it's someone's make-believe saucy crime fiction / political thriller.

what a lot of people don't understand, and what leads to them falling for conspiracy(-like) pizzagate style narratives even if they think they're above that due to not being lowly right wing qanoners, is that buying underage kids for sex is not difficult or expensive. at all. i say this brutally because it is brutal.

[plant-droid]

I don't really know how to express this properly.

I fuckin' hate E-Liter mains so much that I need to have a rivalry with one where I can just constantly say "Fuck you, asshole!" and they're just going to be a smug bastard and brush me off. Then we make out vigorously make out in the locker rooms until one of us decides to quit, and by The Great Zapfish I am not going to fucking lose to that smug E-Liter bastard.

(Translation: I'm very mad at E-Liter mains, but I respect that other people have their own favorite weapons and that I shouldn't be too mad over someone using a specific kind of weapon...)

But if you use Respawn Punisher in Turf War, you're just an asshole /j

[northstarscowboyhat]

Corn picking day.

[jiauro]

Heavy is no longer my least played class