#idk if/when it will be done........... at some point

[ikeu05]

BEEN WAITING TO ✮ GET NEXT TO YOU

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。 where you're mad at your boyfriend but he just looks way too attractive

── jungwon x fem!reader 3k fluff established relationship!au ─ making out suggestive, like very veerryyy suggestive kinda angst? idk they are fighting in the start

it was a stupid argument.

at least that’s what jungwon thought—fidgety, irritated, vulnerable without his girlfriend—jungwon. it started with him not texting back and her worrying in the form of spam texts. they argued the next day about it, when she confronted him on call, worried. he simply stated that he was tired and didn’t want to text back. she understood that but why didn’t just tell her that?

it escalated before either of them realised and now it was a week later and they didn’t even look at each other.

at least when the other was noticing them.

the room buzzed with low chatter and soft background music, the comforting kind of chaos that came with weekends at sunoo’s place. lara and riki were bickering over what movie to put on, sunoo was scrolling through some takeout options, and yn… well, yn was pretending like jungwon didn’t exist.

and it was driving him absolutely insane.

he sat on the other side of the couch, legs spread, arms crossed—his body language mirroring his pout—but his eyes? fixed on her. reluctantly. begrudgingly. helplessly.

she wasn’t even doing much. just curled up next to lara with her legs folded beneath her, scrolling through her phone and casually laughing at something lara showed her. but it was the way she looked. her hair was pushed back behind one ear to show off her gold hoops, her cheeks still glowed from whatever skincare magic she’d done, and her lips were glossy like she hadn’t even tried.

and that skirt? it was dangerous. just the right length to show off her soft thighs and the smooth skin she’d probably moisturised within an inch of its life. and his top? his old tattered oversized top—something he had long stopped wearing but she’d claimed forever ago—hung over her like it was made for her.

she had no business looking that good while also not talking to him.

every time she leaned forward to whisper something to lara, every time she tucked her hair behind her ear, every time she smiled without looking his way—it bruised something in his chest. he wanted to stay annoyed. he wanted to win this silent war. but she was playing dirty. she probably didn’t even know she was playing.

sunoo nudged him at some point, raising a brow as if to say, ‘bro, fix it before you combust.’

jungwon huffed out a breath, eyes still glued to her. “she’s doing it on purpose,” he muttered under his breath.

sunoo didn’t even look up. “what, looking hot and ignoring your entire existence? yeah. sounds like her.”

riki chuckled from across the room, his professional eavesdropping skills kicking in. “you both are so dramatic. just talk to her.”

jungwon didn’t respond, jaw tightening as yn casually reached for the glass of water, wrist peeking out from the loose sleeve of his shirt. his shirt. he swore that the top never looked that good on him.

this wasn’t fair.

he could feel the memory of their dumb little argument playing back in his mind. something about him being late to call, or her feeling like he wasn’t listening enough. it had been nothing… at least he thought it had been nothing until she pulled away, sharp and cold, and now here they were. not speaking. but still wearing his clothes. still showing off the damn hoops that made his stomach twist.

and she hadn’t even looked at him.

if this went on for much longer, he was genuinely going to lose his mind. it was torture.

for both of them.

she hadn’t looked at him once. not once. not when he walked in earlier, late as usual but looking criminally good. not when sunoo offered him a seat beside her and she silently chose to scoot closer to lara instead. and certainly not when he passed her a water bottle, his fingers brushing hers longer than necessary—desperate, aching for contact—but all she did was mumble a dry “thanks” and continue ignoring his existence.

but what she wouldn’t admit—even to herself—was that her restraint was barely holding on. because goddamn.

he was trying to kill her.

his navy blue crew neck hugged his frame perfectly, arms crossed showing off his toned forearms. the black slim fit dress pants he wore clung to his waist and draped down his legs effortlessly, and his goddamn blonde hair was slicked back in a way that usually made her cringe—but not today. today, it was styled so tastefully that she actually had to remind herself to breathe when he walked in.

and to top it all off: those glasses.

those stupid, stupid glasses he knew exactly what they did to her. the ones he only wore when he was working or being lazy around the house—but now, out in public, sitting there across the room, looking like her favorite damn fantasy.

she wanted to scream.

she forced her eyes to stay on her phone, scrolling through the same feed she wasn’t even registering anymore. she didn’t even know what she was mad about anymore. okay maybe she did. but at this point, she was more mad at how hot he looked while being someone she was supposedly ignoring.

and he knew. the smug bastard knew.

he kept shifting, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, occasionally running a hand down his chest, pushing his glasses up his nose with one finger. casual. natural. but every time he moved, the stretch of fabric, the way his shirt clung or his back flexed or how his chain glinted against his collarbone—it was calculated murder.

she crossed her arms, pressing her thighs tighter together as she tried to sit still. she wouldn’t give in. but her throat felt dry. and she was two seconds from combusting.

from the corner of her eye, she saw him lean back against the couch, one arm thrown over the headrest as he looked toward her—again. like he was waiting.

and she still didn’t look at him but her heart screamed.

and his? it thundered. because he’d noticed it too.

the way her jaw tensed every time he spoke. the way her hands fidgeted more than usual. the way her lips parted like she wanted to say something but stopped herself. the way her knee bounced when he leaned back and scratched the back of his neck—right beneath the chain she liked to tug on.

he was driving her crazy. and she was driving him madder.

their friends were laughing in the background, a show playing on tv, random conversations floating between them. but these two? locked in a silent war.

the moment he stood up—abruptly, like he couldn’t sit still any longer—her eyes finally flickered up. she caught the way his back muscles flexed beneath his shirt, the way he ran a hand through his hair to loosen it again.

“i’m gonna get some water,” he said, voice lower than necessary. riki didn’t respond, too focused on some meme sunoo was showing off.

he walked to the kitchen, and not thirty seconds later, she followed.

quietly. without a word, shutting the door behind her.

the kitchen light buzzed above them, making the tension feel even more isolating.

jungwon was leaning over the sink, gripping the edge of the counter like he was physically holding himself back. his head turned slowly when he heard the click of the lock.

“so now you want to talk?” he asked, voice rough.

yn didn’t respond immediately. she leaned back against the door, arms crossed. “no. just came to stand here. silently. like we’ve been doing for the last hour.”

he turned fully, facing her now.

there was a beat of silence. then—

“you’re being mean.”

“i was mad, won.”

“and i said i was sorry, baby.”

“you didn’t say anything,” she snapped. “you just put on your sexy glasses and walked in like that was going to fix it.”

he smirked. “it almost did.”

she huffed a laugh despite herself. “you’re the worst.”

“and you—” he stepped forward, close enough for her to smell his cologne, something sharp and woodsy and warm—��are cruel.”

her breath hitched. “how?”

he leaned closer. “you think i didn’t notice the way you’ve been looking tonight? that skirt barely covering your ass, those legs crossed like you’re trying to kill me, sipping your drink like that was anything short of fucking por—”

“jungwon.” she cut him off, heaving a breathless laugh in amusement at his words.

he chuckled under his breath, low and dangerous, hand rising to brush a strand of hair away from her cheek.

“i don’t think you’re mad anymore,” he whispered.

“i’m not,” she admitted, just as quietly. “but i liked watching you suffer.”

his hand dropped to her waist, curling around it possessively, tugging her forward until her chest brushed his.

“i am suffering,” he muttered. “i’ve had a hard-on since riki made that matching couple joke and you still didn’t look at me.”

she laughed then, breathy, forehead falling to his shoulder. “you’re impossible.”

“and you’re evil.”

“i didn’t even do anything.”

“you didn’t have to,” he growled, hands sliding down just a little too low now, thumbs hooking into the waistband of her skirt. “you exist. in my shirt. with your thighs out. and lacy panties, probably, if i know you well enough.”

“wouldn’t you like to know,” she teased, voice breathless.

he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “i’d like to find out.”

her knees wobbled slightly, grip tightening around his bicep. he held her steady, that stupid smirk back on his face now as he looked down at her flushed cheeks, her parted lips.

“still mad at me?” he asked.

she shook her head slowly. “not even a little.”

“good,” he said. “because i’m about to remind you exactly why you don’t stay mad at me for long.”

her back hit the edge of the kitchen counter with a soft thump, the cold granite biting through the fabric of her skirt as jungwon’s body pressed into hers. his mouth practically ate hers, warm and all-consuming, slow at first—like he was savoring the taste of her, the feel of her finally giving in—but then hungrier, lips parting wider, tongue brushing against hers like he owned it.

she moaned into his mouth, fingers tightening in the front of his shirt—her shirt, technically, but his originally—and he groaned in return, the sound low and guttural.

his hands started at her knees, teasing the skin just below the hem of her skirt. his touch was featherlight at first, tracing up the soft slope of her legs like he was testing how far she’d let him go. and she let him. oh, she let him.

fingertips ghosted up her thighs slowly—agonisingly slow—like he was exploring, rediscovering. the pads of his fingers pressed firmer as they crept upward, sending electricity through every nerve in her body. her breath hitched when he finally cupped the sides of her waist, pulling her tighter against him, but he didn’t stop there.

he slid his palms up back down, until they gripped at the plush curve of her thighs, squeezing—claiming—and it made her gasp, her head tipping back slightly as a soft, needy sound escaped her lips. the kind of sound that told him she was barely holding herself together.

“fuck, baby,” he muttered against the base of her neck, kissing there now—open-mouthed, messy, like he’d been starved for it. “you’re gonna kill me.”

she groaned again when his thumbs stroked slow, deliberate circles into the tender flesh at the tops of her thighs, just under the edge of the skirt. his hands stayed there, warm and steady, just skimming the border between teasing and desperate. every motion had her gripping the counter for balance, her entire body practically humming from the tension.

“you have no idea what you’ve been doing to me tonight,” he breathed into her skin. “just sitting there looking like that, pretending i wasn’t even in the room.”

her hands were under his shirt now, fingers skimming the ridges of his abs, dragging along his skin until he shuddered. “i wasn’t pretending,” she whispered against his ear. “i was punishing you.”

he chuckled darkly, biting gently at her earlobe in retaliation, and her hips jerked against his instinctively.

“well,” he rasped, sliding one hand up the back of her thigh, “i’m about to return the favor.”

her breath caught completely when that hand slipped under her skirt—bolder now—and he gripped the back of her thigh just inches from where she needed him most. she gasped, instinctively rolling her hips forward, her body chasing the friction. jungwon hissed against her neck, and his other hand rose to her cheek, angling her face back toward his so he could crash their lips together again—hotter, rougher.

their mouths moved in sync, frantic now, like they couldn’t get close enough. like the argument, the silence, the tension—they’d all been foreplaying, leading up to this.

his fingers skimmed further up, rounding behind as he softly squeezed at her ass and she whimpered against his mouth. “won…”

“yeah?” he asked, breathless, teasing. but his voice trembled too.

“i want—”

she didn’t finish the sentence. she didn’t need to. the look in her eyes said it all.

he grinned, leaning his forehead against hers, both of them panting.

“i know, baby,” he whispered, voice rough. “i’ve been dying to get my hands on you all fucking night.”

and with that, he hoisted her up onto the counter in one swift, practiced motion, spreading her thighs around his hips as he stepped between them. the cold granite under her and the heat of his body pressed into her front was a maddening contrast. she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in place, and tugged him into another kiss—deeper, sloppier, more urgent.

his hands roamed now, less tentative, one sliding up her side to cup her breast through the shirt, his thumb brushing over the peak until she arched into his touch with a soft, wrecked noise.

“i missed you,” he murmured between kisses, breath hot and uneven. “even when you were two feet away. i missed the fuck out of you.”

she whimpered, eyes fluttering shut. “then show me.”

they were completely lost in each other.

yn’s legs were still wrapped tight around jungwon’s waist, his hands firm on her hips as they kissed like the world was ending. it wasn’t fast or desperate anymore—it was deep, indulgent, like they were both taking their sweet, sweet time, quite literally, devouring the other after being starved for too long.

her soft whimpers melted into his breath, every kiss messier than the last. he’d tilt his head, she’d follow instinctively. he’d groan into her mouth when she rolled her hips just right against his hard on and she’d moan—quiet but sure—each sound punching through the thick silence of the kitchen like a spark catching fire.

and then—

“shame!!!!!!”

the voice rang out loud, theatrical, accusatory.

yn gasped, pulling back from jungwon’s mouth so fast she nearly headbutted him. he turned his head toward the kitchen entrance, breathless and dazed, only to see—

sunoo. standing there, hand dramatically over his heart like he’d walked in on the last scene of a soap opera. his jaw dropped in scandalised horror. behind him, riki was peeking in, blinking dumbly, and lara had already let out a screech of delight.

“oh my god,” sunoo shouted again, pointing straight at them like he was casting a spell. “i knew it. i knew something was going on. but here? in my kitchen?!” he shook his head dramatically, lifting his hand up before pointing at them again. “shame!”

yn whined, burying her face in jungwon’s shoulder from behind as her entire soul combusted into flames. her cheeks were scarlet, ears burning, thighs clamping tighter around jungwon’s waist as if she could physically hide behind him. she whimpered something incoherent—probably a mix of “kill me” and “i hate this i hate this”—but it was muffled into his shirt.

jungwon, ever the protector, slid one hand up behind him to cradle the back of her head, fingers gently threading through her hair, massaging softly at her scalp in a slow, calming motion.

“you could’ve knocked,” he said dryly, voice still hoarse from kissing.

sunoo gasped as if he were the victim. “this is my kitchen?? and now i can never look at my countertop the same way again. i feed people here.”

“then stop coming in uninvited!” jungwon shot back, though his voice was more amused than angry now.

behind sunoo, riki was wheezing. “dude—her legs were around your—around your—” he lost it completely.

lara had turned around and called from the hallway, “we’re ordering pizza! but clearly, you two already ate.”

“lara!” yn wailed into jungwon’s back, clutching the fabric of his shirt like she could disappear into it.

jungwon just shook his head, trying not to laugh now, thumb stroking soft circles at the nape of her neck. “it’s okay baby,” he murmured to her, leaning down to press a tiny kiss to the crown of her head. “they’re just being annoying.”

“i’m never showing my face again,” she whined, voice muffled.

“they’ve already seen it,” he teased gently, brushing his nose against her temple. “you looked really pretty while you were ruining me just now.”

she smacked his back lightly, her breath still shaky from embarrassment but her smile returning under the safety of his arms.

outside, sunoo was yelling, “this isn’t over! i’m changing the wi-fi password!” as lara dragged him away.

riki called out, “use protection! and don’t use the kitchen towels!” before yn groaned louder into jungwon’s shoulder.

jungwon turned back to her, his chest vibrating with laughter. “should we tell them we didn’t even get to the good part?”

“don’t you dare,” she hissed, slapping his chest again.

he laughed, tightening his arms around her, still petting her head like she was a baby koala clinging to his form.

“i love you,” he whispered, low enough for only her to hear.

she pulled back just enough to look at him through heavy lashes, still pink as hell. “i love you too. even though i hate you again right now.”

he grinned, leaning down to kiss her again—just one, slow press of his lips to hers, smug and sweet.

“that’s fair.”

nessie 🗯️ i looovveee blonde won with glasses and tight top and droollinbggghaja

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[rosiemari]

✧₊⁺ —- CUNT TO THE FEMININE WHAT

⋆. 𐙚 Saja boys with vogue back dancer reader.

𝜗𝜚 Dear diary: Hello again, ive been having a k-pop demon hunters intensive brain rot lately so decided to drop this cuz vogue is fucking royalty. Plus honey balenciaga's performance inspired this XD. But either way im just being silly so this probs wont get a lot of likes :P.

౨ৎ Trigger warnings: kinda suggestive (?) idk

⋆౨ৎ˚ Characters: Baby and Romance.

˚୨୧⋆.˚ Type: Headcanons, Fluff, Romantic/platonic.

𝜗ৎ Song of the day: Pure/honey —– Beyoncé !

｡𖦹°‧ You were hired for the interludes at the saja boys's show, while you did not really match the vibes there, you were aware you've only been hired for some type of variety on the tour so it didn't get too bland. So you carried with your usual energy.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Baby !

✧₊⁺ Peter how are you doing that.

✧₊⁺ Since Baby (or any of the Saja boys to begin with) didn't care about all this k-pop idol stuff, he didn't really pay no mind when the team decided to hire you.

✧₊⁺ So imagine his amusement when he saw you perform in the interludes.

✧₊⁺ The way you were just casually whirling and twirling yourself to the music with heels and extravagant corsets, pins and whatnot like a casual saturday was able to make even him entertained with the show.

✧₊⁺ You made the crowd cheer in pure extasy and excitement with your performance almost twice the times when the Saja boys themselves were performing so he was much amused.

✧₊⁺ Although he couldn't help but notice the way your movements were sultry but not afraid of getting frenetic and intense with a tad of "seduction" was something that complimented even more your performance.

✧₊⁺ Baby doesn't look the type to research about these type of cultures especially when it's not his interest so he didn't ever see or hear about vogue before, thinking that you were making up your own little dance style. That just made him even more pleased.

✧₊⁺ So when you were done he definitely went to find out who you were, and maybe, y'know, get in touch with you.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Romance

✧₊⁺ Bravo. You're now an exception to the whole soul taking gig.

✧₊⁺ The moment people were tidying you up backstage with your sparkling corset and extravagantly long heels, making you look absolutely sickening, his eyes were locked on you.

✧₊⁺ And honey, when you jumped on that stage you did not disappoint neither the crowd or Romance, your performance was absent of flaws and brought the energy the show needed.

✧₊⁺ Every dip, every twirl and catwalk you gave was another positive point to him, catching the demon in disguise'a attention for simply being good at what you're doing.

✧₊⁺ He liked the way you moved like the heels was just a pair of sneakers, but also was kinda hesitant in case you were to trip and end up with a sprained or even broken ankle due to the heel's height. But that worry went away as soon as he saw your ability.

✧₊⁺ After you were done with your performances he also did look for your information and who were you really, he definitely hit on you when he got the chance. Now it's up to you whether you liked that or not.

✧₊⁺ Your confidence not only brought the show's energy up it also was able to make one of the idols entertained enough to try and get you to perform in every single show they did. Maybe this whole k-pop gig wasn't bad after all.

[burrythebusy]

Hello hrkg nation...

So, I was on the htk tag (as one is) and someone posted this screenshot from the novel when Kagiura is saying the room feels a lot emptier without Hirano and... shout out to OP because that literally changed my brain chemistry. Idk why but it literally clicked a switch in my head despite me reading the novel before and that specific part numerous times.

Not to overanalyze but this brings up a greater point in my years of being obsessed with HtK that reminds me that these two already destroyed one of the obligatory boundaries of being in a senpai/kouhai arrangement, moreso hirano though, by foregoing the expectation of "im supposed to help my kouhai become acclimated and fostering a friendly environment between us so that you can rely on me when needed (while also maintaining a respectable distance between he and I so that he can grow independently and do the same thing to a kouhai next year)" by becoming addicted to the feeling of spoiling him and being spoiled in return with honesty, genuine gratitude and happiness.

And what makes me bring this up is, its not unusual to become close to someone in a semester or to even begin to really like someone in that time. What always gets me though is that the level of sincerity never wavered. The feelings were never surface level. They have a deep and crucial understanding of each other that I wouldn't hesitate to call love. This doesn't apply to just Kagiura though, but Hirano. Now I might be reaching HEAVY and im not sure exactly what I might be saying with this, and this is gonna be a hashtag Flaming Hot Take bc some people dont see it this way and that is A-Okay 0 hard feelings. But im so convinced (and almost always have been) that Hirano has been in love with Kagiura for just as long as Kagiura has veen in love with him. Let me preface that it is no more meaningful if this is the case but this is just something I've been sitting on for literal years and I fear it only took me this sentence to decide to believe it wholeheartedly.

(Screenshot from my e-novel)

Kagiura saying the dorm feels empty without Hirano (affectionate), and this being Hirano's (equally affectionate) reaction.

So, I've actually noticed this pattern with Hirano: when affection is expressed between him and Kagiura, his verbal reaction is something along the lines of "tiredness". As in, Hirano will give or receive affection to/from Kagiura and tiredness is deemed the reason. Now, i dont recall this ever being done with his friends so thats why im extrapolating this phenomenon to hirakagi only (if im wrong lmk). Anyway, here are the examples, other than the one listed. And there are actually more than i thought

Exhibit A: Volume 6 Extra

I think this is the first one we see at all, and its comedic and hes being kind of aggressive about it PLUS we wouldn't think much of it at all because Kagiura literally did NOT sleep since Hirano accidentally slept in his bed. But just note that Kagiura is basically getting a kick out of seeing Hirano embarrassed (which to me. Is affection because. This is Hirano and Kagiura) and Hirano is just like "get your ass to bed." This example is probably less of one than the next ones but 100% worth talking about since this is post Kagiura confession (not sure where in the timeline though) and it still follows the theme of affection/tiredness, as Hirano is recognizing it and deeming tiredness to be the factor making him say what hes saying. Just like in the screenshot.

Exhibit B: Volume 9 Extra (1)

(Definitely in a relationship here LOLLL) And for some reason Kagiura decides that Hirano is acting spacey, and Hirano AGREES. Like, to be fair, Hirano was acting pretty gay this whole extra but its interesting to me that Kagiura is all abashed by Hirano being all suave and congratulating him and his first reaction is, "So... you really ARE tired" (re: Hirano using him as a pick-me-up in the first place). Why. Is it because Hirano is being affectionate? I MEAN, YEAH kagiura clearly took it as such hence the blushing and acting all embarrassed and then proceeding to be like "you must be tired. Anyway youre not being confessed to are you."

What stumps me more is how Hirano agrees with him. We know Hirano will get defensive at stuff Kagiura says (throwback to "them's fightin' words, asshole") and idk the exact wording in japanese but the idea that Hirano just casually agrees to kagiura ascribing his behavior to being spacey and he has nothing to say to it... interesting.

Exhibit C: Volume 9 Extra (2)

Mere moments later on the train when Hirano says "you can be stinky with me bae 😍", Kagiura is embarrassed by this clear sign of affection and what does Hirano say? "Man, am I tired" Okay we GET it. Again hes making a point to emphasize his tiredness and for what? To excuse that hes saying crazy shit? Mkay

Exhibit D: Whatever the hell this is

This... this whole page. Man i don't even know where to begin. Hirano is straight up unabashedly giving Kagiura googoo eyes. I had a violent reaction to seeing this extra. The point here is that Kagiura looked at him, got caught off guard by this absolutely unmistakable "im gonna take a bite out of you in the next ten seconds" look and his question is "are you sleepy". And its like. Okay sure hirano looks a little drunk (in love) yes but. He also looks wide awake. But he does say "a little".

Okay hold on I have to add that I'm genuinely tweaking out over this extra like YES I've seen it before but after volume five and just. Everything i am genuinely aghast at how obvious this is. Like oh my god. Hes practically drooling. Im loosing the plot so bad. What i would do to have this voice acted. Yoshitsugu Matsuoka you absolute legend i KNOW you'd cook for this

Anyway so yeah. I also noticed with two of these examples that its Kagiura mentioning the tiredness and its Hirano agreeing, and with one its Hirano saying it himself, and with two its Hirano saying it to Kagiura. Idk if what im saying makes sense but here's kinda what im getting at (again this extra genuinely made me lose my train of thought happy pride i guess damn): for Hirano, maybe its some sort of code, or something hes experienced from someone else, or maybe its just embarrassment covered up that has become an inside joke, im genuinely not sure, but Hirano will disguse affection as him being tired, or Kagiura's affection as him being tired, and Kagiura recognizes this too.

Why this stuck out to me with the novel is that, so early on, so soon in their relationship with each other, Hirano is already recognizing this affection hes receiving from his roommate, one that is in the general sense no different than his usual honesty and sincerity when it comes to Hirano, and Kagiura himself at this point hasnt quite come to terms with being in love with Hirano at all, just that he HAS deep affection for him. And yet Hirano picks up this DISTINCT affection in a way we've so far only ever seen referenced post-confession AND when theyre in a relationship, that makes him say, "You must be tired".

In other words, we see Hirano, far before Kagiura admits his own feelings or even realizes the extent of them and far before Hirano can even consider his own feelings LOVE, use a phrase that we've only so far seen used in contexts in which the two are being obviously romantic in their affection (the only POSSIBLE exception being Exhibit A but the whole reason that whole thing happened the way it did was because of the romantic context to this otherwise embarrassing but negligible occurrence) and he doesnt even REALIZE it. Even if Kagiura was actually sleepy (and he was), and even if hes just being a little shy, the idea that Hirano's first thought was "dodge" and that dodging is something we see come up in such a specific, familiar way in such specific circumstances following what we would brush off as insignificant in the scheme of things just has me tapping my chin and then going EUREKA! Because Hirano loves him and has and its that simple. Hirano has always associated whatever feeling he had at that moment from receiving a particular flavor of affection with tiredness, with sleepiness, with someone saying those things because theyre not all there right now, they wouldnt USUALLY do that because if they did, it wouldnt make me feel this way, so here is a reasonable explanation. That same principle is then applied to himself; if im saying things that make me feel this way, that are a reflection of how i feel, in such a way that i would never actually do but here it is, just slipping out of me, I must be tired, I must not be all there, otherwise this wouldn't happen, I wouldnt say it.

Hirano loves him, and even if it’s not as AGGRESSIVELY as current Hirano, I think this was at LEAST the beginning of it. Hirano already killed the boundaries of their relationship in order to achieve a comfortable dorm life for both of them, and by doing so he created this situation between the two of them in which there is a very unique sense of closeness and understanding, and bond brought about because they are who they are individually and then with each other. Kagiura is honest about how he feels and before now he wasnt necessarily hiding his affection for Hirano, not in a way that matters. And then he tells Hirano that "Without you, it felt lonely" (with you, things feel whole, and right. if i had to choose, i would rather be with you (i wanna be with you (more than anyone in the world))) and Hirano feels this affection in such a way that creates a pattern in his behavior that he repeats in the future when he knows too that Kagiura is the person he wants to be with more than anyone in the world, where he gets to have that spot beside him, right where he wants to be, right where Kagiura wants him to be, and he says it now. "You must be sleepy." (Because it must be you, Kagiura—so earnest and honest, so much more so when you're tired that you would say such embarrassing things that no one would ever say to me—and not me, who feels each syllable in my chest and remembers the feeling each moment I spend with you in a future I do not yet know I had been wanting).

Also ignore every typo i am so sleepy and im gonna reread this tomorrow and go "burry was onto nothing 🔥🔥" but for right now we will Pretend

[t4lon]

this is an incredibly rambly post about "splitting" vs headmate creation, and the view of splitting as inherently maladaptive vs other forms as inherently neutral. this is not endorsement or encouragement to split on purpose, or a general statement on CDD system functionality in general, it's solely like. idk. just a breakdown of our experience

content warnings for. well. Intentional splitting (in the vaguely inaccurate CDD sense), mentions of sex, abuse, and self harm, and discussion of sadism in a sexual context

i want to preface this by saying we already struggle to differentiate intentional creation methods from intentional "splitting"; we have DID and frankly were under the impression that for people like us, these are kind of fundamentally the same thing

i no longer think this is true, because among people with CDDs, there seems to be this incredibly common notion that splitting is 100% bad, that it represents a regression in recovery, or that at the very least it is always a maladaptive coping mechanism that you would be better off discarding to use something else. i see this sentiment pretty consistently even from people who are extremely pro-endo- and willogenic and it has confused me and kind of settled me further into the alienation i feel from both endogenic and traumagenic communities

we split on purpose to cope with cognitive dissonance; additionally, we use heavy dissociation to relocate our memories, skillsets, and symptoms between ourselves as our circumstances change. it is of course important to keep in mind that our life is not perfect- there is always a possibility that our situation is so negatively impactful that the "maladaptive" methods we employ are simply all we have, but i think at this point i dont believe that, and i really can only make my point through a very personal example

i (this specific alter) have always struggled with healthy expressions of sexuality; my sexual behavior has always been heavily influenced by trauma, and i find it difficult to kindle any sort of pride or positive emotions about any of my sexual interests. a lot of sex was, for a very long time, a way to paradoxically punish myself for wanting to have it. relevant to this example, i leaned heavily into my masochism because my sadism scared me

i was like this my entire life. there was very little anyone could do to change my mind, because as much as i respected and was attracted to sadists/sadism, i simply could not internalize the idea that it may be scary but is not inherently evil for me to want to hurt other people consensually in a sexual context. i could rationally push myself to accept this notion for others, and i could live alongside and befriend them with this understanding, but i could not under any circumstances identify myself as a sadist- to do so would undermine my (deeply warped and unhealthy) self-image of someone who is Acted Upon during sex. so any attraction or desire i experienced surrounding the topic became incredibly distressing

this eventually resulted in an involuntary split, and an alter who ultimately ended up abusing me for several months as we struggled to come to terms with our collective feelings about sex

and then she split, again. whether or not it was truly intentional is frankly debatable, but it was something we had been thinking about for some time when it happened, and something we have done in the past. the result was two new alters, one holding not only her sadism, but also autistic and OCD traits that had previously been repressed or punished, in the form of A Special Boy Who I Love So So Much, and the other holding her religious inclinations, her gentleness/parental instinct, and ironically her temper, in the form of. well, the other guy's wife

now i share a mind and body with someone who i love deeply, and who is unashamedly sadistic, and not abusive. this level of proximity is unmatched; with him, i can functionally practice BEING sadistic in a healthy way without having to push through the cognitive wall of "that's not me. i dont want to be like that", and through this practice and trust in him i can slowly realize my own identity without being sent into a spiral of self hatred

so i do want to ask- what about that is more maladaptive than self harm with sex i don't want to have? what about that is more maladaptive than continuing to fake it until i make it, hating myself the entire time?

it is very hard to extend grace to yourself. it is very very hard for some people to make their internal voice any kinder, or to quell critical or anxious thoughts.

it is much easier to love and respect someone else.

For our system in particular, it is fundamentally easier, and frankly healthier, for us to acknowledge the things about ourselves that we don't like by learning to love each other in spite of (and later, because of) them. i was never going to get through the miles of social trauma and aversion to cringe and religious shame on my own, but because i love and trust and know and at times AM my headmates, i know that it's possible to exist peacefully in ways that frightened me

community and external support could probably also contribute to this, but in order for that to work i would have to overcome another hurdle- social phobia and general Autism Problems make it difficult for me to maintain consistent relationships with other people, and on top of that, i am an incredibly arrogant person who struggles to trust the judgment of others, especially when being provided validation or encouragement. i simply either dont trust that you mean it, or i dont trust that you actually know what you're talking about. i truly believe that this is never going to be fully solved; i think that this specific form of skepticism and distrust (note that i am NOT always right!) is genuinely partially wired into our mind. we need reason to believe you, and because you simply cannot be an expert in our mind nor do you have any true frame of reference for what we feel internally, we cannot trust you when you tell us it's okay to be/think/feel anything

and as far as ethical concerns wrt headmate creation for this purpose go, this is why i brought up our ability to intentionally dissociate to relocate memories and concepts. in a way that feels very similar to the process of splitting a new headmate, we can simply voluntarily trade traits that distress one member but are neutral or appealing to another. it's when no one can handle the trait that it gets "lost" and repressed, which we frankly DO consider maladaptive for our circumstances. but through this process we can functionally pause and continue the process of "headmate creation" indefinitely, forever.

tldr DID is confusing. plurality is confusing. i kind of have to just ignore what everyone calls healthy bc i think i tend to hurt myself to fit a mold on principle

[thatneoncrisis]

i would loooooove to hear more abt ur opinions on kpop demons... i will admit i didnt like the movie overmuch but the vibes of your idol (the final villain song) have me by the throat

also bird with a little hat =]

uuuh ok compliment sandwich. also spoilers if you havent seen it go do that

the only songs i didnt like outright were soda pop and the ballad between rumi and that boy, and even soda pop is an earworm so it was doing its job. i dont listen to kpop ever so as an outsider it was pretty good

i thought the autotune on the first song of the movie was way too harsh, i also didn't think golden was great as a This Is Our Magnum Opus song

however they topped it with This Is What It Sounds Like so i can excuse it

the humor felt really Really babyish, like young elementary school and i never really got adjusted to it. just a lot of yelling and "hey look its hot women doing gross things like eating a lot and. yelling" it felt like the worst of butch hartman at times

it never felt like the movie was Trying to purposely trick me or do a subversion but there were still moments where i was suprised. like i did not think this thing had the balls to kill the love interest permanently

i retched openly every time those damn boys were on screen. sorry for being a hater lesbian or something i could not pretend they were cute they were so nothing to me

that tiger was perfect my friend and i cheered every time he showed up

the manager bobby and the stepmom felt like the shriveling vestigal limbs from an earlier draft of the movie. its so odd that celine isn't physically there like 90 percent of the runtime what is she DOING. it felt like they were setting up an arc for bobby to properly betray the girls but it just collapsed and he just flips when everyone else does

the fight scenes were a treat to watch, i was never a winx club kid but it was giving a lot of that

im gonna be honest when my friend and i first saw the glimpse of lover boys past we thought immediately that rumi was his daughter. "that was 400 years ago" completely ignored that but also maybe they had a magic excuse idk. anyway the point was for the first 3rd of the movie we straight up thought a plotpoint was that this guy was trying to connect with his long lost daughter but fans keep shipping them bc hes a sexy hunk. so simagine my surprise when they not only play the romance straight but the little girl was his SISTER. HELLO. this isnt the movies fault my expectations were skewed

the tagalog version of how its done clears. go listen to it right now

there were non comedic moments where it hit me that this movie is in fact for babies, like when the girls are talking about their insecurities and it is the most tell dont show shit ive seen in life like if just feels like this movie never has Time for anything. "im a problem child you guys accept me" IN WHAT WAY. YOURE FUCKING NORMAL GOD AT LEAST GET A SHITTY VOICEMAIL ON THE PHONE FROM YOUR MEAN DAD OR SOMETHING. they kept Teasing me with characterization that barely exists in the film like rustling a bag of dry kinble telling me its fresh salmon

the third act of this movie got me hype in a lot of good ways. rumi begging her step mom to kill her. the boys singing be your idol. the girls singing their new song ugh it just all came together i love dance fighting i love baddies i love music i love art and animation i love that ugly boy dying i love the new outfits i love a crowd of people powering up ancient magic i really FUCKING love turning red

rumis face reminded me of those online free to play make up games where you put masks and cream on someone with a unibrow and yellow teeth and pimples and rashy dry skin and make them look like 30 insta filters. i know this is literally what kpop girls look like but since she was animated and also standing next to her bandmates with more inique faces it kept throwing me off

every though i wish some things got more time i felt like this movie moved at a pleasant brisk pace. i was never checking my watch during a scene something was always happening. even the tonic man sets up the whole thesis of the movie

[roses-and-sakura]

Hear me out AU:

In Twisted Wonderland, Magestones are eroginous zones to their user.

Like I think I’ve seen a fancomic about it before or I was just Delulu- BUT IT WAS ON MY MIND RN AND I NEED TO LET IT OUT

So pls listen:

Magestones are used to channel their magic, blot, and can be connected to a mage’s soul, become hyper-sensitive focal points of both magical energy and emotional feedback.

Because of their connection to the user’s life force, physical or magical contact with a Magestone can create reactions ranging from intense sensory stimulation to emotional vulnerability—almost like an magical erogenous zone.

The Magestone would glow in pulses depending on the user’s heightened emotion.

After acquiring a Magestone, it can grow alongside the user, as if it has become so used to their owner's magic that its technically linked to them and attuned to their physical and mental well-being. (That or since magestones form as a result of crystals absorbing magic from the earth and air, maybe it also absorbs the users magic just a little bit when it channels their magic and absorbs their blot.)

But if you don’t use your magestone frequently, or use different kinds of magestones frequently (like you use A only a little bit before getting B since its a different color or smth(idk what I’m doing, just know what I mean ig)), there won’t be that kind of connection.

Prolonged stimulation—through magical probing, enchantment, or any sort of touch—can cause involuntary responses such as increased heart rate, shivering, flushed skin, or even a loss of composure.

Some advanced mages are trained to keep their composure when their Magestone is tampered with. Inexperienced or emotionally unstable mages may not have that control.

…It can be seen as a little rude if you touch someone’s magestone/s unless in certain circumstances like where a certain coach had to take them for his students’ training camp.

Some people can intuitively sense another’s Magestone “pulse”, or in the MC/Yuu’s case, maybe the dripping sounds when they’re close to blot.

Reactions from Dorm Leaders + Jamil

• Riddle Rosehearts: He’ll either be composed but upset or get completely flustered if anyone touches his Magestone. He considers it rude and inappropriate, and may behead you. His magic might even flare if you don’t apologize quickly.

• Leona Kingscholar: He’ll growl if you so much as glance at his Magestone for too long. But if someone he likes touches it? He smirks and dares them to try again- idk maybe he’d also pin you down too. (Aldvekshenbd- I’m rolling on the floor at the thought)

• Azul Ashengrotto: Hides any reaction behind a composed front, maybe jolt ever so slightly—but his magestone pulses visibly if stimulated. He might retreat to his office under the pretense of “urgent paperwork,” but really, he’s trying to calm the pulse in his Magestone.

• Kalim Al-Asim: He may eather get uncomfortable and start squirming away with an excuse or BLUSHES SO HARD he practically combusts.

“W-Whoa! That tickled! I mean—wait, was that supposed to feel that good?! Aha—oh no—JAMIL HELP?!”

Kalim doesn’t fully understand what you’ve just done to him, but his Magestone starts glowing like a beacon. He gets flustered and Jamil would appear immediately to drag him away, glaring at you like you just committed high treason.

• Jamil Viper: At first, Jamil stiffens. Not from surprise—he always anticipates others’ movements—but from how much it affects him. You might think he’s unaffected until he gets upset and berates or or gets angry enough to use his UM for you to never bother him with useless things again.

• Vil Schoenheit: Vil doesn’t react visibly—he controls his body well. But his Magestone glows soft violet, betraying how rattled he really is. If someone touches it, they’d better mean it unless they want to be verbally criticized by him. I think Rook would deal with those who just want to see a reaction out of him honestly-

• Idia Shroud: Honestly don’t think it would happen since his stone is in that Skull Catalyst thing-yes I’m referencing Genshin weapons. But if you did manage to touch it, the Magestone would react too much. Like it sparks, his hair may turn pink, and he retreats into his dorm. Later, he might say something in a flustered murmur like, “T-t-that’s off-limits unless you want to… ugh, nevermind.”

• Malleus Draconia: Touching his Magestone is like invoking a some Fae custom/tradition. Like touching the Magestone is an ancient sign of intimacy, maybe like proposing a soul bond (or Marriage lololol). He does not take it lightly.

If you’re a stranger? You may have just cursed yourself.

If you’re close to him?

“If you’re ready to bear the consequences… then do it again.”

[ooliecat]

the raz vodello AU sucks because it's mostly used to fulfill the SashaMilla parent fantasy and also bash the aquatos in the same swing.

i've been thinking about this since yesterday and how i just loathe this AU based on the core premise it stands on.

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raz in this universe becomes a mcguffin(wrong word) raz becomes/or would realistically become a completely different character so then whats the point of it being raz. huh. huh?

raz's whole character is his hero personality and his determination to become a psychonaut. his precocious, smart alec, but nice nature. if he just starts his life in the psychonauts then whats his goal here? to be a psychonaut? borrring. he just becomes a nepo baby who follows the steps of his.. mother..

speaking of her.. MILLA. the stories don't even utilize her, the """"MOTHER""" in any interesting way. the character whos surname is in the title of The Thing.

(ok i'll be real right now i've never sat down and read a single story containing this Au i've just read the tvtropes page. once. which..like. why does it exist. and i could be completely wrong and its somehow the most well written character exploration study ever but.. come on. look me in the eyes and tell me you believe that. ha. ha. ha.)

the premise just uses her stance on children in most shallow way possible. like. whatever.

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Another thing. I dont like how in some variations of the story, Sasha just becomes the 'father.' like. how. Sasha and Milla aren't even together in CANON. How does adding a child make them get closer. In fact.. i think the chances of them getting together would actually be Lower because of Milla having a kid. like like like

hyperbolic joke..lol. i think sasha would be more like "he appreciates milla and would like to get closer but she's busy and i dont think its the best time."

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could the premise even be interesting? idk.. not without sacrificing something. are the aquatos In or Out? is the story about the relationship between raz and milla or raz and his real family? are you trying to go for Disney's tangled or something. is he already ten in this story. how did the scenario even happen. was he kidnapped or abandoned. was be a baby or some other age. are the aquatos unrealistically dicks, dead or unaware. if he found the circus then would he want to join? either answer doesn't matter. how about while we're at it, Sashas mother never died and that orphanage never burned down.

I think the premise is flawed from the start. but.. haha.. but, I will say this. I think it's kind of interesting to see a younger raz and milla interact. her and her experience and.. idk u get it or u dont. it's kind of cute and interesting. but thats the end of story.

another problem with younger versions of raz is that you run into the problem that he's 10yrs old (that's actually crazy does anybody realize how insane that is) and a year ago he was 9 and then 8 and 7 and 6 and 5 and 4 and 3 and oh you're not fully there in the hair. are you even a character anymore. are you even the Same character anymore.

also if you make the story about milla then why does it even have to be raz? cause he’s the mc? eyeroll. i mean.. lili's right there. cough.

if its about rebonding with the aquatos then is it a story about real family vs family that took care of you? maybe u can explore that but i dont care. in the end it could demonize his real parents or milla really easily. again, not the point i want to elaborate on.

how about you pick Peak instead. Make oleander the parent

he is able to be nice to kids.

he has his whole world domination plan(adopting a kid would just mean another soldier)

his plan to train/brainwash raz and then getting attached or whatever

you can have raz fight against his ‘parent.'

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im done but do you ever so engrossed in a piece of media that when you look back at the source material you wonder How Did We Get Here.

[jupiterpiss]

i keep seeing ex remmick which u eat up everytime but i’m wondering what the process of breaking up with him would be like

Thank youuuu 😝😝 I feel that a lot of this is kinda just me retelling some stuff.. maybe? Not really but it’s different ways he’ll be ruining your life that were mentioned before. This doesn’t have a ton of smut.. actually close to none lolz. This reads to be very.. aggressive on his end. It is supposed to be like that.. he’s a piece of shit sorry.

Honestly.. I think it would be a very complicated process.. because in my mind I think Remmick doesn’t necessarily ever think you two are ‘broken up’. Like yes.. you kicked him out and told him to fuck off and said this is over BUT LIKE you were just upset. People say means things all the time when they’re upset.

I truly don’t think he ever sees you as not satisfied.. cause he knowssss he’s satisfying you so like why are you acting mean and RUDE?? Not cool wtf. It’s kinda how he wouldn’t leave alone ANYONE IN THE JUKE JOINT even tho they told him to fuck off SEVERAL TIMES. He literally won’t take no for an answer, it’s not in his vocabulary so why should it be in yours.

So with that added pain of him not really seeing you as separated just ya know going through a mild disagreement.. which if he wants to call it that he shouldn’t be using the word mild. It’s farrr from it, like you two literally threaten each other, that’s not mild.

Threats of killing one another, threats of going to the police or family or vampire hunters. Everyone and anyone at this point. It’s bad. Wtv. Ahem.

Point is— it’s hard to leave someone who doesn’t see you as separated.

That’s also where the toxicity comes from, because at some point you become beyond annoyed with him. He won’t stop showing up, won’t stop threatening to eat your family, coming up with lies that he’ll change, that NO he isn’t mean.

You eventually meet your breaking point when you do try to move on, threaten to start sleeping with other people and he, I KIDD YOU NOT, yells about how you can’t be with anyone else cause uhhhh he’ll curse them to die from a terrible infection!

“Vampirism?”

“No.. worse. If you sleep around, every dick you touch will fall off.”

And he’s not kidding LMAOOO. Do I think he’ll have the ability to do that.. idk. I don’t actually know if vampires can actually possess people or anything.. but he does cause I said so. Not possess I guess but more so he makes them go crazy. Like actually crazy.

Remmick PLAGUES the minds of those you touch. Also.. he counts this as cheating on him. He’s not too fond of it, matter of fact it pisses him off really really bad but wtv. You’re just going through a weird phase.

Ya know those people who say ‘they know where home is’ when speaking about their cheating spouse? Yeah that’s fucking him. Except he also curses and scares off anyone you actually do. I don’t wanna go tooo in depth cause quite a few people asked for a second ex!Remmick post and one person asked for this exact scenario.. so more on that later. It’s gonna be part of the part 2 of that post.

Anyway.

Once your done with sleeping with other people cause CLEARLY that isn’t helping anyone (this proves his point right btw even tho it wasn’t on purpose on ur end.. he still sees you stopping as a means of you ‘leaving this phase’)

You decide that maybe packing up and moving would do good. Leaving your house, leaving your family, the town. Everything. Last day of packing tho he shows up and fucking flips his shit.

This is where I reallly wanna reel in the fact that toxic Remmick is extremely scary. Like really scary, you should probs not be trying to look for this man, type of scary. Cause he wrecks all your shit, tells you how are you going to leave when you have nothing??

“Fuck you! I’m done, we’re done— done! I’ve been done, I’m moving-“

He tuts, shaking his head slow, “and what exactly will you be leavin with? Got no furniture now, got no clothes, jewelry.. baby, you’re not prepared to go.”

And it’s like.. hello?? Yes I was but you literally lit all my shit on fire while happily jumping up and down. Hooting and hollering, happier than a fucking clam. He’s unwell. He saw all your stuff resting outside, heard you still shifting around stuff inside, packing the rest of what you got. You live far out.. so having shit stolen isn’t exactly on your mind but you thought ‘hey, just one more box and I’m done’ only to go outside to see a massive bonfire.

And who’s standing beside it with a box FILLED with matches? Remmick :))

He lights all your shit on fire, and if you have a car he slashes the tires. Lights it on fire too.. this is starting to sound actually really bad. Omg okay but HE DOES THIS OKAY. I’m not backing out, he destroys ur shit!!

Okay.. moving is a big no. And ya know what else is a big no.. ur friends. You see.. Remmick does some hunting and searching, he decides ya know what?! I’m gonna take this bitch’s friends. Yeahhh fuck you im making you a complete loner. So that’s what he does LMAOOOO he makes ur ass a bigger loser then him by quite literally taking out all of ur friends.

And he uses that hivemind like noooo one else. Forces them to try and convince you back together, that really he will change. That this is just a word phase ur going through, cold feet. Ya know.. but that’s okay! He’ll warm them up!! He completely takes away their personality, who they are. What they want, what made them.. them. Everything you loved, those imperfections, the characteristics.. mind you, these people are your home. A found family of some sort all built on the need to find connection outside of family. Outside of blood.

And that’s gone.

It freaks you out, rightfully so. Everyone is so.. bleak. A empty cast of what they use to be, pawns for his own destruction. Makes you wanna vomit and sob on the floor.

And you do. Really you do. You start to actually feel trapped, unable to really do anything.

Your friends keep saying, “just let us in! Let him in! I can see all his memories.. all his emotions. Everything. Honey, he really does love you.” And it would be a friend of urs that HATES men. Hello? Not the same person.

AND HE STILL WONT LEAVE GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE. Stillll thinks ur together and—

“ya know, this whole cat and mouse thing is really startin to get on my nerves, hun. Just- I don’t even know why you’re upset.”

He really doesn’t. Remmick doesn’t get why you won’t let him in, or why you keep claiming you broke up. You didn’t? He thinks he’s in the right, thinks all of this is for your own good cause.. you two are meant to be, mean to thrive together. Why would you give that up cause of one messy argument.

It wasn’t a messy argument and really he’s always been manipulative.

If he were to convince you to have make up sex he would try to baby trap you. I’m certain of it.. that or because I don’t think vampires can have babies, he would bite you. Just like in the fic. More on this later.. actually I’m thinking long and hard about this, you will be seeing it.

[bratbarzal]

Oh I would kill to see luke and his lover travelling europe idk :’)

I sort of have a ~vacation thing in the pipeline for them so I'm gonna bullet point some random thoughts on this while they're fresh in my brain bc I love the idea of them having a little european trip together and doing it the authentic way bc they're just two kids in love and exploring the world!! not super in depth bc like I said there's something else in the works but I am really enjoying doing these extended thoughts!!

luke is the ultimate airport boyfriend no one can change my mind!! like standing in the check in queue with his arm slung over your shoulders or you're in front of him and his chin is resting on your head as he watches the boards to figure out where your gate is!! and he's hauling both of your cases around even though you say you're fine to wheel them, but you like watching as he lifts them onto the belt, and you like eyeing up the way his sleeves cling to his muscles when he's leaning on the desk and going through all the information with the guy behind it!!

and obviously his first thought when you're through security is food, so you're walking hand in hand and he's pretending like he's giving you the choice but he's lowkey dragging you to wherever he wants to go, and you both end up getting burgers and he steals your fries when he's done with his, but you're used to his crappy distraction techniques by now so you just let him do it!! and the two of you have a whole thing where you're swapping parts of your burgers like he'll take your pickles and you'll take his tomato and you just do it without asking because you guys eat so often together that it's just normal!!

and he'll smell all the perfume testers with you in the duty free store!! and try on a bunch of sunglasses and you're taking a bunch of pictures of him in shades that make him look like a bug or an alien hahaha!! but he buys some unisex fragrance you can share and it's that thing where it's the only thing the two of you will spray while you're away so that it will always remind you of that vacation!! and it ends up being a cute tradition every time you leave the country!!

the only thing you'd let him splurge on for the whole trip is the extra leg room seats, and he just about convinces you that premium economy is the way to go, so he gets to stretch out his legs and you get to cuddle into his side with the arm rest raised and you share a set of earphones to watch some random movie on the flight together 🥺 like you don't even bother syncing screens you'll just lay your head on his shoulder and snuggle his bicep and probably fall asleep on him while he's watching conclave or smth

and the two of you aren't exactly hostel hopping but you really wanted a lowkey trip so the hotels you stay in are all super cosy and small, because you're spending most of your time out and exploring anyway, so when you're in your room you're constantly all up in each other's space, and he's always bumping into you and grabbing at you to move you out of the way, and it's all just super intimate and precious to you that you get to be a normal young couple doing normal things away from like him being recognised all the time back home, or not being entirely secure in such a random hotel - when you're away, it's a bit like the bubble you get at the lake house, where he's just Luke, your boyfriend, not Luke Hughes.

and he's been to Europe on tournaments before but he's never been able to properly explore, so you do all this touristy coupley stuff together!! and Luke very much gives goofball energy like if he was in a relationship I don't think he'd be all mr cool I think he'd embrace getting to do dorky shit so like he's eating food from street vendors with absolutely no etiquette, and he's making wishes throwing coins in fountains and taking pictures "resting on" the leaning tower of pisa or pinching at the Eiffel Tower - speaking of have you ever seen those videos of dua lipa and Callum turner dancing near the Eiffel Tower???? they give me Luke and lih!reader vibes all the time they're so cute!!

and Luke is the perfect victim of a tourist trap so he's getting his portrait done by those whacky artists who draw your mouth about half the size of your face and they make his curls all crazy and his neck super long lmao!! and he's getting suckered into buying you flowers all the time off of the ladies who say it's romantic - and yeah, even if the roses aren't real, it is romantic because he gets all blushy and bashful about it!! and he says you have to collect fridge magnets for everywhere you go as a memento because you're not bulking up your luggage but it's cute to have something back home that reminds you of being away together!! and he's super serious about his fridge magnet criteria so you let him have the last say even if they're going on your fridge.

also he's clinging onto you for dear life everywhere you go. your hand doesn't leave his in public, and he's cuddling you in the back of taxis, and standing behind you with his arms draped over you in museums, you're tangling legs under the tables in restaurants, and falling asleep on his shoulder on trains!! bc physical touch Luke is the realest thing to me!!

and one more thing bc I love this concept is he's obviously way quicker at getting ready than you so he'll always sit by you while you're getting ready and just watch and talk to you like you curling your hair is the most interesting thing in the world!! and he's weirdly intimidated by a curling iron but one time he offers to do it for you and he doesn't burn you by some miracle so he's always doing the back of your head while he yaps lmao!! he's always zipping the back of your dresses, and untying your shoes when you finally get back to the hotel room!! and he's watching you put on moisturiser before bed and he always likes when you spread the excess onto his skin 😭😭 he's such a little obsessed lover boy I adore him!!

[bingleboy]

Hey there

*slides some lint, buttons and a very bent paperclip*

do you think you could do all Merc’s headcanon about what they would do for a nightly routine (maybe with the reader I dunnoooo 😋).

*flutters eyelashes cutely*

NO WAY DUDE I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS EXACT THING BEFORE..... GET OUT OF MY FREAKING HEAD

♡ TF2 Night Routines Headcanons ♡

Written as if they are in a romantic relationship with reader :3 teehee, all SFW. sleeping together but not SLEEPING together you freak

(under a read more just bc there's a lot)

⚾️ Scout ⚾️

Usually hates going to bed, even when he’s really tired. Just laying down and doing nothing is so boring. His mind wanders a lot, keeping him awake anyways.

He doesn’t always brush his teeth and wash his face before bad. He’ll do it more if you point it out though, or do it with him. He doesn’t really care if he’s gross, but he cares about what you think.

For pajamas, he wears a white tank top and red plaid pants. It's a classic

When you’re not there, he’ll stay up drawing, reading comics (looking at the pictures), or checking himself out in the mirror until he’s so tired he can’t keep his eyes open anymore.

Oh, but if you’re there, it’s great!

Doing all those things is so much more enjoyable with company. Even if you’re not as hyper as him, he likes that you listen to him. Gives him that warm tingly feeling inside.

He's used to sharing his space, so there won't even be an awkward phase when you sleep over for the first time, just jumps right into it

If you get tired earlier than him, he might groan and tell you to stay up later so you can have more time together, but he feels bad when he sees you looking exhausted. In the end he sucks it up and goes to bed earlier. He definitely thinks you’re cute when you’re tired, he would tease you a bit about it.

Time for cuddles baby

He insists on being the big spoon if there is any spooning to be done. He likes putting his chin on your shoulder to press his cheek to yours and holding you tight.

(Maybe he'll let you be the big spoon if you've been dating a while. And if you swear not to tell anyone about it.)

Other times during cuddles, it’s not really a certain position, you’re just tangled together. As long as his arms are around you, he’s happy.

Cuddling with you definitely helps him sleep. Instead of his mind wandering to stuff that would stress him out, he’s just thinking about you and how nice and warm you are.

🥪 Heavy 🥪

Goes to bed relatively early. He has shit to do in the morning, and he is a responsible man who needs his sleep.

If you stay up late, he will not-so-subtly suggest you go to bed earlier too. He cares about your health, and if that means dragging you to bed, then so be it.

Ok he wouldn't literally drag you, but he would make you feel guilty for making him go to bed by himself

"Oh, is fine.... just me and Sasha again tonight..."

For his pajamas, I imagine a nice basic long-sleeve shirt with a collar and pants, maybe with stripes. I think he'd like to be cozy

Man is tidy. Face washed, teeth brushed, pajamas on. It's nothing fancy, but he has a good routine.

Most definitely reads before bed, he's an intellectual. He prefers reading Russian literature just to relax. It's always like a thick-ass book with a dusty cover on it

Idk if this is canon or not but I think he deserves to wear little reading glasses. It would be so cute guys come on

If you ask him to read out loud or to share the book with you, he'll be very endeared by that. Knowing that you want to share it with him is really sweet, and of course he'll read to you

You're cozied up next to him in bed while reading, maybe with some hot chocolate or tea :] AWWW

He loves it if you fall asleep resting against him, like with your head on his shoulder of his chest

He also loves it if you fall asleep first, because he finds it cute. He'll gently set his book down and turn off the bedside lamp before settling down beside you with a sleepy smile.

🔥 Pyro 🔥

Pyro looks forward to going to bed! They don't have a particular time they go to bed, but they have no problem relaxing, especially when you're there

They do take their mask off to brush their teeth and wash their face, but they will not do it in front of you. It’s not that they don’t trust you, it just feels like a private moment to them

Their pajamas could be one of two options: the blue striped pajama set + nightcap combo OR a soft onesie. My first thought was a unicorn onesie, but really there's many animal possibilities here

See "Cat's Pajamas":

When they sleep is pretty much the only time they take off their mask. It would definitely take a lot of trust for them to show their face to you

Even when they get comfortable being "bare" in front of you, they tend to be more quiet when their mask is off, like they're not used to their words being unmuffled by it. They talk softly, which is actually very comforting

After the self-care and changing is done, they go back to their room, light a scented candle, then tuck their many plushies into bed. If you’re sleeping over, you’ll be lined up with them and getting tucked in too, no way around it.

Pyro would slide into bed with you, getting cozy with the blanket up to their shoulders and turn to you.

They’re a cuddler, usually, but they really just like a simple hug facing you. Facing away from you while cuddling just feels weird.

They like listening to you talk about your day, nodding along as you speak. They might fiddle with your hair or the edge of your pajama shirt too

Now is also a good opportunity for them to talk and actually be understood! They like telling you about their day too

I think they would usually fall asleep first :]

🗡 Spy 🗡

Definitely has a velvety soft maroon robe to wear in the evenings, and besides that, it’s a silk pajama set with matching slippers. Obviously. He would tolerate nothing less.

If you're really getting serious, he'll offer you a matching robe. He's so extra he'd get your robe like embroidered with your initials on it

Yay, you get to see him with his mask off!!!

He likes to spend a long while relaxing before even getting into bed, like drinking tea or wine while reading in front of the fireplace

He takes a lot of care into making sure you're comfortable too

He's not personally into face masks or that beauty-centered self-care stuff, but he finds it endearing if you are, and will supply you with only the best products to use

He likes seeing the difference between your 'professional' self and your relaxed self when it's just the two of you. It reminds him that what you two have is special

Speaks French more often while you're winding down. He'll usually translate for you if you ask, but sometimes he'll tease you by refusing to

He's more comfortable giving affection than receiving it, though he's good at hiding that under the guise of just being a generous lover

He'd give a killer shoulder massage if you're tense. He feels proud when he can make you melt into the bed

He's not super cuddly, but he does still enjoy it if you are. He prefers sleeping on his back, so he likes to put an arm around you while you lean into his side

He could fall asleep first if he wanted to, but he keeps himself awake until he's sure you're asleep

He snores a little bit guys. It's not that bad, really, but, it is noticeable

🎯 Sniper 🎯

Just sleeps in his black boxer briefs. It’s comfortable.

Okay, if you're around (depending on how long you've been together), he might be a little more shy and wear pajama pants, but still no shirt

(biased bc i wanna see his chest teehee)

Similarly to Spy, he likes to spend his evening relaxing. He's outside on his plastic lawnchair sippin' a cold beer with the boys

He doesn't have a set time for going to bed, he'll go to bed when you do. When you're not around, I'd say 10pm is the average

He'd usually prefer sleeping in his van to sleeping in the base, just because of the noise of the others, but he finds staying in your room kind of nice too. He likes poking around your things, it's sort of like looking into your head

Wherever you sleep, he fucking loves a little bit of ambience to fall asleep to, like crickets or rain on the roof. If those aren't present, maybe the radio playing quietly

He likes holding you while cuddling, but if you want to hold him, he's kind of shook. He didn't know that was an option

He likes being held by you when it's time to sleep though. Let him put his head on your chest and he will pass out

Especially if you pet his hair?!?!?! ITS OVER

May or may not drool on you a little bit

🔧 Engineer 🔧

Wears an old t-shirt and boxers/ boxer briefs. Also a good robe and slippers enjoyer, but he usually wears those when he gets up the next morning

SILLY HEART BOXERS

He does get wrapped up in work/tinkering with things for fun, but I think he would get tired towards 10/11pm, so he's not too bad about staying up too late

He'll also go to bed sooner if you do, no questions asked. He greatly prefers going to bed together

That also means he will insist you go to bed when he does

Won't leave you alone until you agree to go to bed. Very firm on his stance, crossed arms and everything

He likes literally going through your routine together, like sharing the bathroom while washing your face and brushing your teeth :] he likes that sort of domestic comfort

He also really like seeing you in your pajamas, whatever you choose to wear. You're so pretty/handsome when you don't even try

I don't think he would usually read before bed, he wants to give his brain a little break

He'd unwind by having a soft conversation with you as you two settled into bed, go over the day and maybe make some plans for tomorrow

He always compliments you.

"You did a real good job out there today, sweetheart. You've earned some shut-eye. Sweet dreams, darlin'."

Yeah this guy fucking cuddles

Let him be the big spoon he deserves it

He logically knows you're not small or weak, you certainly don't need his protection, but like... when he holds you he just gets that warm feeling of protecting someone he loves. Like, you're safe. :] D'AWWWW

💉 Medic 💉

Also a contender for the striped pajamas + sleeping cap combo. If not that, he would wear a nice button-up pajama set.

You would think he would have a good routine since he understands order is important, but... no. No, he doesn't.

He goes to bed at wildly varying times, from between 9pm to 4am, depending on how tired the day made him and how much "important work" he has to get done

One thing he puts more care into though is the night routine for his doves. He feeds them their seed and pets their little heads before he closes the cage up for the night. He kind of thinks of it as saying goodnight to his children, and it definitely makes him smile

He has a bad habit of falling asleep at his desk. Come get your man please, he's getting back problems

💜 Miss Pauling 💜

Okay, a lot of the time she falls asleep in her day clothes. Sometimes she actually wears a nightgown- light pink, long, loose and comfy.

She finally lets her hair down and she looks so cute when she's tired (which is unfortunately a lot)

By god, does this woman need sleep.

She pushes aside her own self-care for work stuff often, but she does try to at least brush her teeth every night

By the nature of her job and just her own personality, it can be hard to relax. She's always planning ahead and thinking of the next thing. She might definitely needs your help

This would happen once in a blue moon, but her ideal night time routine is finally taking an evening to fully relax with you

Bath, scented candles, face masks, painting nails, all of it

Well, actually minus painting nails because it wouldn't last long anyway. But all the other stuff!!!

She'd also enjoy cuddling with you on the couch while watching a movie and munching on buttered popcorn. I think she can appreciate a fun rom-com, but she usually prefers more gritty action movies. She would love Mad Max I know it

More often what happens is she comes home late, groans while she kicks her shoes off, brushes her teeth, and flops into bed where you already are

At least she still gets her cuddles

🇺🇸 Soldier 🇺🇸

Sleeps in his US flag boxers and that's it

Has an alarm set for 9 o'clock, at which IT IS TIME TO GET READY FOR BED MAGGOT

you do have to go to bed at the same time as him, he is yelling at you

you take turns brushing you teeth and flossing at the sink so he can (lovingly) yell at you through that too

He's being motivational!!

"THAT'S IT SOLDIER, I WANNA SEE SMALL CIRCLES!! SMALL CIRCLES!! BARE YOUR TEETH LIKE A REAL AMERICAN"

another alarm at 10 o'clock when you should be FIRMLY tucked in

You know how kids pretend their bed is like a fortress or a castle they need to protect? I think he's like that but for real

You will be getting aggressively tucked in and kissed on the forehead

"GOODNIGHT CUPCAKE!!!!!!!!!!!"

He's okay with cuddling or not, but it's very black and white. Either he is beside you, stiff as a board, or wrapped around you leaving no possible escape

Either way, he doesn't move much in his sleep

Snores. Loudly. :(

Also wakes up at the asscrack of dawn, so look forward to that

💥 Demoman 💥

For pajamas, he wears a t-shirt and plaid pajama pants, very comfy

He likes being involved and helping with your routine if he can, like fixing you tea to drink together or brushing your hair for you

He'll shower you in compliments! YOU ARE SO STINKIN' CUTE LAD/LASS

Of course, there are plenty of nights when he is entirely too drunk to go through his routine

You can try to lug him to the bathroom and help him brush his teeth, but he is gonna be laughing and leaning on you, making it very difficult

The cuddling he likes is like. One of you is just a blanket for the other one

He really doesn't mind whether its him or you on top, he just likes it ok. It's nice when you're on top because he can rub his hands over your back

If he's drunk, he may be exhausted but he will still be yapping for a good 15 minutes

Sober demo: gentle, soothing cuddles :]

Drunk demo: vice grip you are never fucking escaping

Also lots of kisses on your face, drunk or sober

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it :]

[horsegirlwarcrimes]

In one of Shen Yuan’s earliest memories, he is lying in his mother’s lap. 

His mother’s lap is the site of many of his best memories of early childhood. Often, when they travelled, it was only the two of them—no companions, no roof over their heads, no beds to lie in. Just him and her, together, keeping each other warm. Her on a log by a fire, offering him a soft, safe place to sleep. 

On this occasion, though, they had stopped to see some of his mother’s friends, which meant that the air was warm and fragrant and there was soft, bright cloth everywhere, and even so, his mother still kept him close. She and her friends had been talking for some time, long enough that his energy waned after a day on the road, and he’d slumped over some time before and was drifting, hazy, in a place between dreams. Her hand petted his hair, which lured him deeper into the warm darkness of sleep. 

“—oing to settle down,” one of mother’s many friends was saying, her deep, rough voice pitched in annoyance. “Your debts are paid, your father is dead, and you’re a gorgeous young woman. Why don’t you find A-Yuan a father, and yourself a comfortable home?” 

“You know how I feel about marriage,” mother says. Her voice is a buzz against his back. 

“Then find a nice village and tell everyone you’re a widow. I guarantee some granny will be falling over herself to offer you a spare room. You have skills outside the flesh trade—you’re a good seamstress and have a keen mind for business. You can even read and write; heavens know I can’t!” 

“Chunchun is right, Wu-jie. A woman shouldn’t travel so much. How is Yuan’er ever going to make friends, moving all the time?” another of mother’s friends asks, her voice high and forcefully lilting. 

There is a shifting of fabrics. Shen Yuan is too tired to open his eyes and see what the women are communicating without words. 

The woman with the deep voice sighs. “You can’t run from ghosts forever.” 

“Not ghosts,” mother says. “I saw one on the road three days ago.” 

Shen Yuan drifts off before he can hear more, his mother’s hand passing through his hair as he curls up against her legs and begins to snore. The last thing he hears before sleep fully claims him is a distant, metallic ding.

(1/2)

[sunburstsandmoonshadows]

ok but i've heard that WAX STAN 3: THE THREEQUEL: THIS TIME IT'S IMPERSONAL is the best out of the franchise

[xxplastic-cubexx]

yeah the skins neat i guess idk

[otome-dissection]

Dude I can't Luka's expressions in wiege fuck me up so bad all the parallels between Luka now and himself as a child get me so fucking bad like:

The wiege MV (for the mostpart) is about going back to the beginning. It's about the in-betweens we didn't get to see. It's about the journey and it's about all the small moments that built all the characters (most importantly Hyuba and, imo, Mizi) up into what they came to be. For better or for worse, Hyuna and Mizi both grew up so far from what they used to be, went through the whole spectrum of experiences that humans in their position could possibly have, and its shown by the wide range of scenes/experiences/flashbacks they have just how much they've lived.

Meanwhile Luka, who is, objectively, on top of everything, far above what Hyuna, Mizi, and everyone else could've been or ever was, is by far the most stagnant as a person. Where we see Hyuna and Mizi go through all the motions of loving and losing and loving again (and losing again), Luka has always been stuck on Hyuna, and the second he sees her everything he's built up to is all thrown to the wind without a second thought, without any fanfare, because nothing for him as changed.

Internally, Luka's still sitting against that tree in the garden and watching someone else grab his hand, Luka's still watching Hyuna count with his fingers and making him laugh for the first time ever, still clinging to her arm, still crossing the grass field to reach her.

Even years later, even as an adult, he's still looking at her like she's his salvation. When he sees her again on the stage he looks at her like he's just found his way back home after far too many years away from it, and when that gun is pointed at his head to stop him he looks at it like he's wondering why he's not allowed back inside.

And then when he looks at Hyuna more and remembers the moments with her that he's been clinging onto more he forgets about it entirely. And then you know what happens from there. I'm sickkkk

The fact that a lullaby. A Fucking Lullaby, and presumably a song that most if not all kids of Anakt know and learned when they were still young (see: that scene of the main 4 singing it) was the song choice for this video. The fact that seeing Hyuna, just seeing her again like that is what brings that lullaby back, a melody from the beginning of it all that should be so far beneath Luka by now, but isn't. I can't bro.

Luka, live with love. Or whatever. Augh I don't even know

[hivemindscape]

im a big fan of esper powers slipping loose in harmless ways when they're happy

[odysseus-day]

TSC 2 IS CALLED THE GOLDEN RAVEN AND JEAN'S BIRTHDAY IS 11/9 TO MIRROR NEIL'S 1/19 BECAUSE THEY'RE CONNECTED EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP I CAN'T HANDLE THIS AT 3 AM