#that’s when i started to really like him tbh

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Ok, Harry clearly has a lot of money from working for the Harrigans. So can I make a request for reader as his sugar baby? Like she's his side chick, he tries to be stoic and cold about it (it's a transaction after all, right?) but she really has a hold on him to the point that she ends up controlling him in a way? Both materially and sexually (yes, I'm kinda asking for a bit of femdom tbh lol)

“Sugary Sweet”

Harry Da Souza x f!Reader

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Summary: Being a sugar baby is all perks when you get to fuck a hot man and have him giving you all the expensive gifts you want.

WC: 3.8k

Warnings/Tags: smut, minors DNI, undisclosed age gap, sugar daddy dynamics, oral (m!receiving), grinding, unprotected piv, creampie, cheating, bit of orgasm denial, finger licking, sub!Harry like he’s straight up BEGGING and I’m living for it.

“I need a new phone.”

Those were the first words out of your mouth the moment Harry stepped into your apartment—the one he paid for, obviously.

He looked wrecked. You saw it instantly, in the dark circles shadowing his eyes, in the heaviness dragging at his steps as he crossed the room and sank down beside you on the couch. He carried the kind of fatigue that didn’t just come from work, but from life itself, the kind that made him seem older than he was. But even then, he was still the most ridiculously attractive man you’d ever laid eyes on. And honestly, you’d still have fucked Harry if he didn’t have a single cent to his name, but the fact that he was well off? That just made everything more convenient.

You remembered the first time you told your friends about Harry. Showed them that picture you’d taken of him fast asleep on your chest, bragged about how good the sex was, how big he was, how he fucked like he was trying to ruin you for anyone else. They were jealous already, because scoring a man that good-looking plus him being good in bed? That was good enough. But the moment they saw you slide into a car worth more than they made in a year? Yep, that’s when they really started to hate you.

“Good evening to you too,” he replied flatly, scrubbing his hands over his tired face.

“Good evening, Harry,” you murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips, just a quick and sweet distraction. “I need a new phone.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, that sigh of his laced with exhaustion more than irritation. “What happened to the last one I got you?”

You gave a sheepish little smile, biting your lip. “Went out clubbing last night. Lost it. Pretty sure someone snatched it from my back pocket.”

Harry tilted his head slightly, not quite surprised. “Well, it’s not very smart to keep your phone in your back pocket when you’re packed in a club.”

“God, stop. You sound like my dad,” you teased, nudging your knee against his. “Come on, H.”

His eyes narrowed just slightly, not angry, but tired and unconvinced. “And what’s wrong with your old phone, it had what, eight months of use?”

Harry loved this… relationship? If that was even the right word for it, it didn’t quite fit, maybe “relationship” was too sentimental for what the two of you had, but it sure as hell felt like something. He loved the ease of it. You’d joked once, calling him your “sugar daddy.”

“You get me cute stuff and I fuck you, but you’re like… hotter than a creepy old man, so it’s better,” you’d said with a wink, sprawled across his lap in nothing but your underwear. And fuck, did he love it. Harry was used to being in control in every other aspect of his life, he needed to be. Needed to have every move calculated, all the cards up his sleeve, but with you… it was different. He hadn’t known, not really, how much a part of him craved giving that control away until he met you.

So yeah. Maybe he was your sugar daddy. Maybe you were his sugar baby, just a side chick he kept tucked away in a penthouse apartment he paid for, hidden, just for him. Not part of his public life, but a secret he indulged in every night. Harry didn’t know how he ended up like this, he’d never had a thing for younger women, hell, he’d never even thought about having an affair. But you… from the moment he laid eyes on you, it was like gravity shifted, you pulled him in effortlessly, like a magnet, and now he was hooked and completely addicted, and no matter how wrong it was, he didn’t want to let you go.

“My old phone is soooo… old,” you pouted dramatically, draping yourself against him like a cat. “It’s slow, and the camera sucks. It’s basically a fossil.”

“Your old phone is the same phone as the one that just came out. You just let them brainwash you—” he started, shaking his head.

You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Oh Harry, please,” you cooed, drawing out the words in that voice he was weak for. “Just get me a new one. I can’t keep using this old thing.”

“You have such a hard life,” he replied dryly, though his mouth quirked slightly at the corner, teetering between mockery and fondness. His arm curled around your waist, fingertips resting just above the curve of your ass like a lazy claim.

You gasped, feigning offense. “Harry! Don’t downplay my struggle.”

“Oh, forgive me, love,” he said, eyes still closed, voice low with exhaustion and amusement. “Must be hard living in an apartment you don’t pay for, wearing clothes you didn’t buy, fucking a man who even pays for your Uber Eats.”

You grinned. “Exactly. So the least that man could do is get me the new iPhone. In pink. C’mon, H. You want me to keep sending you pics, don’t you? You like seeing your girl looking pretty.”

“That what I am now?” he asked, his voice low. “Your sponsor?”

You bit your lip, leaning in until your mouth was a breath away from his. Your voice dropped, all sweet seduction. “Oh please, H. How am I supposed to send you those cute little videos you like so much with a shitty camera?”

Harry’s breath hitched, just the slightest pause, but you caught it. You always caught it. That flicker in his eyes, the sharp exhale from his nose. You had him, and you both knew it. This was his favorite game, you’d ask for something expensive and shiny. He’d sigh, playing hard to get, muttering about how much you ask for, how spoiled and bratty you are. But it wasn’t about the money, it wasn’t because he couldn’t give it to you—he could, easily—but because he liked watching you beg, and then he’d give you everything you wanted.

Your hand slipped down, between his legs, fingers tracing over the hard line straining against his jeans. He was already hard for you.

“You know,” you whispered, lips brushing his jaw as your fingers teased his cock through the denim,“those little videos where I moan your name while I pretend my fingers are your cock?”

His head tipped back against the couch, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment. You smiled. Got him. “Maybe I should stop sending them until I have a better camera.”

“Fucking hell,” he growled, his voice was lower than usual. Your filthy words, your hand palming his cock through his jeans, the way your thumb circled the thick outline at the tip… it wasn’t helping. “Talking about your little videos… maybe you shouldn’t send them when I’m out working. Makes it near impossible to get through the day.”

It wasn’t just once or twice, there had been plenty of times Harry had to excuse himself, rush to his car, and jerk himself off like some desperate teenager, watching some filthy little video of you riding a toy with his name on your lips, or a picture of your soaked panties with a teasing caption. How the fuck was he supposed to sit next to Conrad Harrigan with a hard-on the size of a fucking bat?

“Oh, please. You love them.” You gave his cock a sharp squeeze, and felt the way he bucked into your palm. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding as he hissed through them. “Are you gonna get me a new phone or what?”

“Fuck— I don’t know, babe,” he exhaled hard. His hips twitched again with need. “You’re getting too greedy, don’t you think?”

The begging, that was always Harry’s weakness. His favorite part. You’d whimper, pout, make him think he was the one in control, when in truth, you had him wrapped around your little finger, you knew exactly how to play him, how to manipulate him, how to drag a “yes” out of his mouth with nothing but a pout and a roll of your hips.

Harry had realized just how much he loved this whole sugar daddy arrangement the first time he bought you that lingerie set, the kind of luxury brand you couldn’t have afforded on your own. He hadn’t even planned much that day, just saw it in a store window and thought of you, how it’d look against your skin, how it’d feel bunched around your waist when he fucked you from behind. But nothing prepared him for you that night, you’d tied his wrists to the headboard and climbed on top of him like you owned him. You’d used him for hours, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of him until he was shaking, overstimulated and screaming your name. And from that moment, he’d been completely gone for you. There was something about earning the right to fuck you by spoiling you, by buying whatever you wanted him to get you, that made his cock hard like a rock. He knew he could have you anyway, but knowking he worked hard to win that blowjob, to win the privilege of burying himself in your cunt... that was priceless

You climbed into his lap slowly, straddling his thick thighs and sinking down just enough to feel the heavy press of his cock straining under his jeans, nestled perfectly against your pussy.

“Pretty please, H…” you purred, voice syrupy sweet as you rocked against him. “You don’t want me running off to find another sugar daddy, do you? That’d be such a shame. Especially when you’ve got the best cock I’ve ever seen.” You emphasized the praise with a filthy grind, dragging your clothed pussy hard over his length.

“Don’t you even fucking dare,” Harry growled, his hands snapping to your ass, gripping it like he owned it, forcing you to keep grinding, pulling you tighter, deeper against him. “You know you’re only mine.”

He knew you were just teasing him and poking at that possessive part of him you’d come to know so well, knew that you had no intention of fucking anyone else or replace him, what you had with him was too good for either of you to throw away. But still, the idea of another man laying his hands on you, seeing what was his, hearing those pretty little moans you saved just for him? It didn’t just disgust him, it infuriated him, stirred a type of jealousy he’d never known before.

"Am I?" You teased him, and a little moan escaped your lips when your clit caught really good agaisnt his bulge. "Cause if you want me to keep being yours you can't neglect me like this."

"Me neglecting you? Who's gonna fuck you like this, babe? Who else is gonna get you everything you want?" He said. "Keep you purring like a kitten every fucking night?"

"You gonna get me a new phone, then?" You said, humping faster over him, enough to keep him on the edge, grunting and moaning, without giving him enough to tip him over.

"Fuck- yes babe. Tell-Tell me which one you want." He whispered agaisnt your mouth. "Get my card and go get it, whichever you want. You deserve it."

You moaned softly, part from the grind of your soaked pussy dragging over the thick bulge in his jeans, part from the sweet sound of his surrender. “You’re so good to me, Harry,” you purred.

With a quick shift, you slid down his body, never once breaking eye contact, until you were kneeling between his legs like a reward he’d earned. “You just bought yourself a really good fuck.”

You reached up, unzipping his pants with a teasing slowness, and his cock sprang free, hard, throbbing, and already heavily leaking pre-cum for you, the sight alone making your mouth water. You wrapped a hand around his shaft and leaned in, lips parting as you sucked his swollen tip into your mouth. The taste of the salty pre-cum hit your tongue, and Harry let out a ragged moan above you, his fingers immediately tangling in your hair, gripping tight like he was barely holding on.

Your lips slid further down his cock, inch by inch, until your nose brushed the soft curls at the base. You moaned around him, feeling your throat flexing and stretching around his length as you swallowed him deep.

“Fucking hell,” he gasped, hips bucking up into your mouth before he could stop himself. “Jesus, babe, where the fuck did you learn to suck cock like this?”

You popped off with a filthy wet sound, spit trailing from your lips to his shaft as you caught your breath, smirking like you had him right where you wanted him.

“I was thinking…” you licked another bead of pre-cum from his tip, “…I saw this necklace I liked. Gold, real dainty. Wouldn’t it look so pretty around my neck and over your forehead while I’m riding you.”

Harry let out a growl. “F-fuck. Fine. Get it. Just—Jesus, just put your mouth back on me, babe. Please.”

You smiled wickedly, tasting the victory, then swallowed him again without warning, making him grunt like he’d just been punched in the gut. You bobbed your head, taking him in deep, your tongue was working him just right, just the way you knew he liked, until his thighs tensed under your palms.

And then again, when you sensed he was getting close… you pulled away.

“I might need some new shoes too now that summer’s close.”

“Fuckin’—yes. Yes. Get whatever you want,” he groaned. “Just don’t stop. Please. Babe, come on… keep sucking.”

You chuckled, letting your tongue drag lazily up his shaft. “You’re so sweet to me, Harry. Makes me wanna be even sweeter to you…”

You spit on his cock, stroked it with your hand, then took him back in deeper than before, choking a little, eyes watering, gagging on it, but never once pulling back. He looked down at you like he was watching a miracle, his breath ragged and his chest heaving. You looked up back at him from between his thighs, your lips shiny with spit and pre-cum, and watched the way his chest rose and fell like he’d just run a marathon.

You licked your lips. “You gonna behave, H?”

He groaned like the answer hurt. “Yeah, babe. Whatever you say.”

“Good,” you purred, climbing up slowly onto his lap, straddling him again. You dragged the soaked crotch of your panties across his length, teasing him with how wet you already were. “Then let me ride you. Since you earned it.”

You lifted your skirt, dragged your soaked underwear to the side and grabbed his cock at the base, guiding him right to your entrance. “You gonna say thank you first?”

His head lolled back, chest rising like he couldn’t breathe. “Thank you, fuck, thank you babe—Thanks for allowing me to fuck you.”

You sank down on him slow, inch by inch, stretching yourself open on his cock, making him watch every second of it. He gasped, a strangled sound from the back of his throat, and you moaned loud and long, grinding your hips down once he was buried fully inside.

“Fuck,” you moaned. “You’re so fucking big, H. Always forget how good you stretch me.”

His hands were everywhere, on your ass, your hips, your waist, trying to ground himself while you pulsed around him, clenching just to make him twitch. You gave him no time to adjust before you started moving, hips rolling and grinding down like you wanted to milk him dry.

“There we go,” you whispered against his mouth. “Now tell me how good it feels.”

Harry’s voice was hoarse and so ruined even though you were barely starting. “Fucking—Jesus. You feel too good. So hot, so tight, babe, fuck!”

You rocked your hips with purpose, clenching around him on every drag up, letting him feel every pulse, every slick ripple of your cunt. “Better than your wife?”

“Yes,” he grunted shamelessly. “Fucking yes, babe. Nothing like this. Nothing like you.”

You smirked, keeping a steady pace that drove him insane. “Yeah? Feels good to fuck your side piece, doesn’t it?”

“Shit.”

You didn’t even care that he was a married man. Maybe that made you a terrible person in some people’s eyes, but you weren’t hurting anyone. Not really. His wife lived blissfully unaware, and you and Harry enjoyed yourselves in all the ways that mattered. You didn’t want anything more from him, you weren’t the kind of girl who dreamed about weddings, marriage and kids. That wasn’t you… you were good with a hard fuck, a new pair of earrings, maybe a designer bag that matched your heels. And Harry? He knew how to provide that for you. You liked him, sure, but what you had right now? It was perfect just like this.

“Bet Jan never fucks you like this.” You leaned in close, your voice filthy against his ear. “Bet you’ve gotta be all sweet and careful with her. Missionary. Lights off. Little kisses on the forehead while you have to play the good husband.”

You smiled, a little wicked and a little triumphant. You picked up your pace, bouncing slowly on his cock, your tits swaying in front of his face. His hands flew to your ass, trying to help, gripping it so tight it almost hurt.

“But with me?” you whispered, dragging your soaked pussy up his shaft before dropping back down with a slap, making him gasp. “You get to be rough. You get to fuck me like your dirty little whore. I get the real you, don’t I?”

“Fuck, yes, yes babe” he rasped, hips twitching up to meet you. “You let me be filthy, you let me say shit I could never—”

“That’s right,” you growled, grabbing him by the throat, not hard, just enough to make him struggle a little for air. “I’m the one you use. I’m the one you ruin.”

“Yes,” he breathed out, trembling. “Fuck yes. You are. You’re my filthy little whore… Jesus Christ, babe.”

“You like this cunt that much?” you teased, bouncing harder now, each slap of your ass on his thighs echoing through the room. “Wanna keep buying me phones and jewelry and pretty little outfits just so I’ll keep letting you use me?”

His mouth dropped open. “Yes—yes, fuck, please. I’ll get you whatever you want, babe. Just don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”

“God, you’re so pathetic when I ride you like this,” you laughed softly, even as you moaned. “You’re so obsessed with me you can’t even think straight. Probably go home to her with my scent all over your cock.”

You rolled your hips in a deep, slow circle, and he let out a broken sound, like he might cry from how good it felt.

“You think about me when you’re in bed with her?” you whispered in his ear, your tongue flicking out to taste the sweat on his neck. “Having that boring vanilla sex?“

“Yes—fuck! I do, babe, I can’t help it—”

You bounced harder now, hands on his chest, fucking him like you wanted to milk him dry. He was a wreck, red-faced, eyes glassy, moaning like a sinner begging for forgiveness.

Ever since you’d started seeing Harry, you’d indulged in all kinds of things together, things he’d never even heard of or imagined himself doing before you came along. You were young, and so fucking horny, and that was a deadly combination.

You introduced him to toys he’d never seen before, made him use them on you, on himself, until it felt like his world had a new meaning. You let him be as rough as he wanted, encouraged it even, because you loved how he’d grow when you moaned his name into the pillow as he took you from behind. You tried positions only someone with your flexibility could pull off, grinning wickedly every time you bent in ways that had his eyes rolling back. You even let him fuck your ass when he was extra good, something he used to think he’d never get to do with someone like you. You’d forbid him from cumming some nights, riding him for hours until he was desperate, clenching around him and whispering filth in his ear while his balls ached and begged for mercy, and you’d deny him over and over again. And then there were the other nights, the opposite, when you wouldn’t stop until he was shaking, so wrung out and overstimulated he could barely form words, you’d ride orgasm after orgasm out of him, with your mouth or hand or cunt, until he was sobbing from how good it felt, how too much it was. Your sex life with Harry was anything but boring. It was intense and so addictive.

“She probably flinches when you grab her hair, huh?” You smirked and leaned down to whisper in his ear again. “Does she even let you fuck her face? Huh? Gets wet like I do if you smack her ass till it’s red? Cause I let you spit in my mouth and cum on my face and I thank you for it, H.”

“Fuck, babe,” he growled. “You’re the best. Please, please don’t stop”

“Beg for it then.” You smirked, slowing down, holding yourself still on his cock.

“Babe,” he gasped. “Please ride me. Please, fuck—I’ll do anything. I’ll get you the phone, the necklace, a fucking new car. Just move.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, slowly starting again, letting your pussy squeeze around him. “That’s more like it, Harry.”

“Oh yes—Oh fuck, please, babe, I’m so close… Gonna blow.”

“You better not cum until I say so,” you snapped, grabbing his chin to make him look at you. “You’re mine to fuck. And I tell you when you cum.”

Harry nodded fast. “Yes, yes, yours, all yours.”

Your pace got rougher, the sound of skin on skin loud and obscene in the room, your thighs slapping against his. Your clit was dragging just right against the base of him, every grind pushing you closer, his cock twitching inside you like he was dying to let go.

You leaned down, letting your lips brush his. “I think I want a weekend away somewhere expensive. Somewhere you don’t take her because you’re too ‘busy with work’.”

“God, yes, we’ll go anywhere you want. Please, just keep riding me.”

You moaned loud, letting your orgasm start to build, letting him feel how close you were by the way you clenched around him, the way your moans turned higher, sweeter, meaner. His hands were fisting at his sides, and you could tell he was so close, just one squeeze away from falling apart.

“Say it,” you breathed. “Say I’m your perfect little whore.”

“You are,” he groaned. “You’re my perfect little whore, fuck, please let me cum, please.”

“Uh-uh.” You tapped his cheek lightly, “beg a little more.” You lifted yourself off his cock, his slick length slipped free with a wet sound, and he let out a strangled, almost pained little whine. “You don’t get to cum that easy.”

“Are you serious?” he growled. “I’ve been good, fuck—said I’d get you the damn phone, didn’t I?”

“Mmhm,” you hummed sweetly while stroking his slick cock with featherlight touches. You let a string of spit drip down onto his shaft, rubbing it in with the palm of your hand, giving him just enough friction to keep him aching for more.

“Come on,” he muttered. “Please, put it inside again. I’ll do whatever you want, just… fuck, keep going. I need to cum so bad it fucking hurts.”

You climbed back into his lap and eased him back inside you slowly, watching the way his face crumpled in relief, like he could barely believe it. His hands grabbed your ass hard, guiding your rhythm, thrusting his hips up to meet every bounce, driving himself deeper into you with brutal force.

Harry sucked his fingers into his mouth with a pop, he dragged them down to your chest, closed them around your nipple, pinching it soft at first, testing their sensitivity today, then rougher when he heard the moan you couldn’t hold back. The his other hand drifted lower, grazing your stomach, brushing your navel, until it found your clit, so swollen and needy, and his fingers traced fast circles, smearing your wetness around the puffy nub.

His slick-covered fingers then traveled to your face, he didn’t ask you to open your mouth, didn’t ask for permission, he just shoved two fingers inside, knuckles deep. You whimpered but received the invasion with eagerness, your tongue exploring, licking the length of them slowly like a desperate little thing, your mouth sucking them as if it was his cock. You looked at him in the eye while still sucking, offering him your biggest innocent face, as if you weren’t riding his cock and sucking his fingers right now at the same time, and Harry growled like a wounded animal, he looked furious with lust.

You moaned around his fingers, letting yourself gag a little on them, covering them in your own spit. Strings of saliva clung between your lips and his fingers when he finally took them out, dragging along your tongue.

You let out a long, low moan, arching your back in pleasure, and then you finally said the words he was dying to hear. “Cum for me, H. Fill me up, now.”

Harry came with a shout, and you followed him right away, his cock was throbbing violently inside you, and you felt the hot spurts of cum coating your insides, his body trembling beneath yours as you kept grinding, slow and deep, milking every last drop from him.

You collapsed against him, laughing a little breathlessly as he clung to you like a man who’d just barely survived. You stayed seated on his lap, pussy still wrapped around his spent cock, feeling him twitch every time your walls fluttered around him, feeling how his cum slowly slid out of you, thick and still watm, edging down around his softening cock, dripping over the curve of his shaft, slicking his balls, soaking your thighs. Your hands ran up his chest, in slow and soothing movements, drawing little circles over his tattoos as you admired the absolute state of him.

“You should get one with my name,” you murmured, lazily tracing the ink on his chest with your finger.

Harry let out a breathless chuckle. “Yeah, right.”

“What?” you teased. “I just gave you the best orgasm of your life. I think that earns me something permanent.”

He hummed. “Hmm… you deserve a lot of things.”

Your finger trailed lower, over his abs. “Speaking of which… didn’t you say something about getting me a new car?”

He let out a strangled little groan, giving you a weak glare. “You’re relentless.”

You grinned and kissed him again, slow and sweet this time, your lips brushing his lazily. “Be a good boy and spoil your girl.”

And god, with the way he nodded, weak and obedient, and so completely gone for you? You almost wanted to ride him again just to see how much more of him you could take.

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A/N: I’m still not taking requests, but funnily enough, I had something with a sugar daddy dynamic sitting in my drafts from way back before I even got this request. And I just happened to feel like writing for Harry, so I went ahead and finished it.

Now hear me out, I didn’t plan for this to be more than one part, but I was watching this one episode of Ginny & Georgia and thought: WHAT IF, in a second part, reader made Harry believe she’s pregnant with his baby just for giggles??

I hope you enjoy this one, thank you so much for your constant support, your likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated🩷🩷

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WoLGraha Week 2025 - Day 3 - Gleaner AU

"Alright Raha, pay up." The sudden sound of a metal brick smacking against the desk nearly made the young scholar jump into the air. It took but a second for the decorative stripes of red and cyan to register in his mind. "You found one!" G'raha exclaimed, his eyes wide and his voice brimming with excitement. There was no doubt about it, underneath the gloved hand in front of him laid a genuine Allagan tomestone; a rare artifact of an age long past. More than once had they come up in his research, but despite the vast network of the Students of Baldesion getting his hands on any remnant of Allag for personal matters had proven to be difficult. Fortune however shined on G'raha when he overheard Studium goers whisper of a gleaner willing to procure "samples of non-typical varieties" for whoever asked. The Gleaner in Blue: That's how she was known among the locals.

It did not take long before his curiosities got the better of him. His requests began with a book; one reported to have been abandoned in the Dravanian Hinterlands along with the Colony. Then a copy of a scripture held in the libraries of Ishguard. After that, obtaining a written recording of a folktale from northern Thanalan. Whenever his thesis demanded another citation it was her services he then on sought to employ. No matter how unusual the request the blue coated Miqo'te always delivered. "I said I would, didn't I?" G'raha shifted his focus from the artifact to the source of the familiar, smug voice. A hand rested confidently at her hip as she straightened herself up, withdrawing her other palm from the tomestone. A bold smirk settled on her lips as she spoke, "Took a little digging- literally- but I've had harder jobs." The sight of her sent G'raha's heart a flutter just as it had the first time they met roughly a year prior. From her intrepid nature to her beauty, everything about her felt akin to the heroic literary figures he had once been fixated on in his youth. Perhaps that is why then the anticipation he felt of getting another chance to speak to her often outweighed that of procuring the item needed for his research. Perhaps that is why, knowing his thesis was coming to an end and that he would soon return to the Isle of Val, he began asking for less essential items. To lose himself in the details of her face- her brilliant garnet hued eyes, the crisp white stripes of her facial markings that frame them, the gradation of colour on her nose, the sharp fangs that peaked out from below her upper lip when she smiles, the intriguing scar that surely came with an equally thrilling story- even for just a short moment the temptation was too great. A weakness of his that his dear friend Krile refused to let him live down. And lose himself he did. The sudden realization that he had no sense of the time that had likely passed since the adventurous gleaner spoke snapped him back to reality. Swiftly he made motion for the tomestone, averting his gaze from her to examine the decorated ingot-like object in his hand. His tail swished around uncontrollably. "This is should be exactly what I need for the next chapter of my paper, thank you." G'raha couldn't fight back the grin that plastered his face. This relic really was an amazing find; he'd dare wager it would be a one in a million chance of success of actually receiving one when he had asked. As his thumb traced over the indents and faint groves carved into the stones G'raha could only think of how spectacular the woman beside him was. It was this admiration for her that made what he had to say next all the harder. "As for your payment... Ah, well, you see... My coffers aren't particularly full at this exact moment..." Each word a stone, dropped in his gut, weighing him down as he sunk further and further into a trench of embarrassment. The many hardships of living on a student allowance could not be overstated, but it was still not much of an excuse for his poor budgeting priorities. A sheepish chuckle left his throat involuntarily. Gods willing, she'd be able to see some humour in the situation.

"Again?" With a heavy sigh she hung her in disappointment. "I really aught to start asking students to pay upfront. You especially." She mumbled to herself. From her tone it was hard to say whether she was more so scolding herself than making a jab at the young scholar. The charms on her ribbon let out the faintest jingle as she shook her head, heaving out another sigh in the process. Not a moment passed before she returned to her usual peppy demeanour. She raised her eyebrows at G'raha, "Alright, alright. Another I.O.U then?" He agreed with a shameful nod, "Apologies." "...Hmph. Don't you worry about it. You sent me on a fun expedition; that's payment enough, for now. Should your coffers remain empty however, you might just see yourself forcefully conscripted into gleaner work with me." She replied with a wry smile. "To walk by your side would be but a wonder to me." is what he wished he could work up the nerve to say. His heart raced at the thought alone. An adventure outside of Sharalyan territory was a long held dream of his; but so long as the origins of his inheritance remained a mystery a dream it must remain. Finishing his thesis and earning his Archon marks were the first step to further insight. Though he might have allowed himself to (perhaps over) indulge in this current Achilles heel of his, he'd not let himself get wholly distracted from his goals. Despite his resolve, the image of him accompanying the gleaner in blue danced in mind. What joy it would be to wander the lands with her, to listen to her stories and learn from her experience, to settle by a campfire when the sun got low, to share a tent when the frigid night air became too much to handle. G'raha could feel the heat reaching his face. He turned and hunched back over his work, hopefully obscuring her view of him. "Thank you, Arsay, for your patience. I'll have the gil in a weeks time or so." He said as he fidgeted with his sleeve cuff. "So you always say." She rolled her eyes and turned with a wave. "Well then, off to find a paying contract. Best of luck with your work as always. Should you need anything more, you know where to find me."

[vanillasweetpie]

「 Tenna x reader nsfw headcanons 」

tags: nsfw, size difference, needy & touch starved Tenna, possessive behavior, praise kink, overstim, public sex, spamton mentioned (yes)

♡ Tenna loves dry humping. no one can convince me otherwise. i think he craves friction and pressure and being able to feel your body against his fully clothed. like, humping through the suits, clumsy and desperate. he’s gripping your waist too hard and you can hear the squeak of the fabric under you. Tenna gets way too close from it, and he’d cum while crying out your name three times in a row.

♡ hes always too excited about any physical contact with you and gets feral during buildup. kissing turns into licking turns into dry humping with your clothes still halfway on. he gets so flustered and desperate he’ll just pin you somewhere and hump with shaky rhythm

♡ well, Mr Ant Tenna’s quite a busy man and. . . he doesn’t mean to do it against a wall or a desk or inside the studio but he’s in too deep. it starts with you pulling on his tie, pressing kisses to the parts of his screen. so he just shoves papers off the desk and drags you up by your thighs, can easily pin you with one hand

♡ oh and about his tie. play with it! he’s already on his knees. that thing is a leash, tbh. Tenna also loves when you grab the knot and use it to pull his screen closer. or you undo it slowly while straddling him! or you wear it yourself after sex. . . he’s so painfully gone over you it’s embarrassing

♡ he is big and tall and he doesn’t know what to do with his body. he keeps apologising for being heavy or wide and you have to keep grabbing him, pulling his hands back, assuring him “baby if you don’t shut the fuck up and use that size i’m gonna cry”, he's really excited when he realises you like how big he is

♡ and while we're talking about his size i want to say that his hands are massive too, stupidly big. if you try to lace fingers, he swallows yours whole. or if try to jerk him off with both hands, he still ends up helping, one big paw folded over yours while he’s gasping through his teeth pleasepleasepleasethisistoogood. (oh so that’s how Spamton felt, huh)

♡ of course i think he likes it when you look at him. so, Tenna is obsessed with eye contact. he doesn’t even have eyes in the normal sense, but that screen locks on you everytime. he gets kinda whiny if you close your eyes because he wants to see you take him

♡ he is very very needy! you have no pity for this pathetic tv with abandoned issues if you're teasing him :( Tenna will whimper if you’re not touching him. i think he’d dry-hump your leg if you teased him too long, because his whole programming is just fasterfasterfasterneedneedneed. it’s like a dog that needs to be walked every day or he explodes.

♡ Tenna is SO scared of breaking you. he apologises every thrust, testing if you’re okay, but you love the stretch and that basically fries him alive. he’ll try to be soft until you order him to go harder, and then he absolutely destroys you with a half-panicked “s-sorry sorry sorry sorry“ while still pounding you so good you can’t breathe (oh so that’s how Spam- agh fuck it)

♡ likes to fill you up. oh he’s a breeding kink machine, although he is most likely unfamiliar with such concept, but even if it’s just dirty talk, smth about “g-gonna keep you stuffed, sweetheart” while he’s so flustered, rutting into you so he can feel everything, is so on brand for him

♡ he’s so overwhelmed he switches like three times in five minutes. riding? reverse riding? back to missionary? maybe doggy? he just doesn’t know what to do with his hands and wants to see everything, so he ends up grabbing you constantly until you pin him down. cannot do long positions!

♡ remember, Tenna needs a lot of verbal reassurance. he’d get way too in his head, constantly panicking that he’s hurting you or that you don’t really want him. so always be sure to tell him at least once “you’re so good, baby, you’re perfect” or simply say you love tv. . . he'll eat it up

♡ i think he's very sloppy like. . . he has no rhythm when he’s too turned on. he’ll try to go slow but end up rutting into you in erratic thrusts because of your little sounds. Tenna never expected you to be so warm and so soft around him, it’s almost embarrassing how easily he loses composure, screen changing between static and bright error messages.

♡ ohhhh he definitely has an overstimulation kink, no doubt he’s a mess for it. you riding him until he’s babbling nonsense, gripping your hips but too weak to stop you, moaning so loud you’d think he’s in pain

♡ clingy!! so so clingy, this man is chronically clingy. he’s busy and he’s got paperwork. he’s working, okay? but if you even hint that you’re walking away, It's more than painful for him, so all your attempts to leave end with him grabbing your wrist, begging you to stay. Tenna wants to be touching you at all times, pinkies linked, your legs over his lap, your arm around his shoulder while he’s chain-smoking and filling out forms. he’ll crawl into bed with you and make full-body contact

♡ im like 1000% sure Tenna is a giver. loves to please you, eats you out and moans while doing it, curling his fingers against your thighs, scared he’ll be pulled away too soon. i mean . . . he’ll go down on you for hours. take breaks just to rest his screen against your stomach and nuzzle you before diving back in.

♡ never be quiet with him, please. he’ll beg you to say something to let him know how good he’s doing.

♡ oh i think Tenna prefers his tv screen covered in your lipstick prints, handprints, sweat, etc. uguhhg. . . imagine licking the glass mid sex

♡ suit stays on. mostly. he gets flustered undressing, but unbuttons enough for you to shove your hand down and feel how hot he is under all those layers

♡ please don't think that he is a pervert but. . . the idea of fucking you somewhere you might get caught or you touching him under the desk, his screen would be one endless strobe of error messages. he’d still let you though

♡ Tenna really likes it when his buttons are touched. play with the knobs, wires, trace the ridges of his screen, put your fingers in the vents. he’s sensitive everywhere.

♡ he just has the most massive praise kink imaginable. whenever you have sex you always hear how beautiful, cute, gorgeous, perfect you are, too good to be true. Tenna gets too hot and overwhelmed during the process, so he immediately starts thanking you, just like that

♡ also big yes to Tenna’s possessive tendencies that he doesn’t even realise are borderline yandere but he has a lot of unpleasant feelings any time someone else makes you laugh

[accio-victuuri]

it’s yibo’s day, time for a treat! 🎂🍰

i will start now before i get busy with all the birthday celebration updates & activities etc. plus i’m in the mood to make this post now so let’s go! i can’t believe that every year, with no fail, we get this letter to yibo. no chatgpt or openAI can even come close to this. the way it’s constructed — and the whole message is so personal.

i’ll start with the banner cause it’s a pretty easy CPN to connect — the color pink. i was surprised they picked that! cause it’s also his color. and the color of love. 💗 then the number of rocks in the photo is 28 which is equal to his age. this is a recurring theme in the drawings for his bday. which is also something similar with xz’s bday drawings for himself. i’m sure it’s a “coincidence” lol.

now let’s go to everyone’s favorite piece of content to dissect during his bday: the letter. the greeting. whatever you wanna call it. like what i said last year, this whole cpn post and whatever speculation is not needed when you already know ( in your heart ) who wrote it. you don’t need proof. so this is mainly for fun and it’s nice to see the connections. i may miss some other cpns because tbh, this whole thing is up for interpretation.

this is the letter to 28 year old yibo. 📩

It was a typical, hot and humid day, but as the sun sets again, you reach your 28th climb. At this moment, something feels different.

The immaturity of 17 has faded, the tension of 23 has smoothed, and the anxiety of 25 has settled. 28 is the perfect age.

this person combined his love for climbing to start the letter, which is actually so perfect. and last year, when he filmed ETU, he was looking at the sun. i like how the writer mentioned that 28 is different. it doesn’t say it will be better or whatever, just that it will bring something new to his life.

the next part tho! i wanna cry. this can be taken in two ways. one is that this person is older than he is, so he is saying this is what the main problem is for someone at this age. but from my ( the writer ) experience, 28 is the perfect age. he is telling this to yibo as a promise of hope. this year will be different cause he is more equipped.

OR. the writer is talking about WYB’s own journey, because he was there. Saying immaturity is something you have at 17 is a given. Then he jumps to 23, that was 2020. the “tension” has smoothed. tho i have to say it was still chaotic, i agree that he had his foot on the ground most of the time.

who could forget that he mentioned only having 1 wish that year? 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Him at 25 was really busy for him too. This person knows him enough to understand that WYB had some anxiety that time.

but now, he is 28. he is better prepared. i think all of us can see it, even last year, but so much more approaching his 28th bday. he is more calm and enjoying his life — but still maintains that sense of competence and drive. 💪🏼

You still dive deeply into the light and shadow, but that immersion has a newfound ease, allowing your emotions to build a stronger intensity beneath the calm. You still live by your passion, but this dedication has been enriched with more brilliant insights, clear and grand, firmly supporting your every curiosity. As a result, the world's gifts are no longer confined to a single quadrant, but instead surge towards you with a more magnificent presence.

i could honestly cry with how perfect this paragraph describes yibo’s present state. he is still someone who is immersed in film and television and everything to do with that but his life and the way he approaches his career has reached a sense of calm. this is something i admire about yibo. a lot of people at 27 or 28 are still stressed and trying to find their way, but for him, he already did. it is also emphasized here how he explores his other curiosities — which we have seen.

and it goes on! omg. 😭😭😭😭

You still relish the lightning-fast pace and enjoy the lightness of soaring upwards. But now, your pursuit is no longer about a destination you must reach, but about the uninterrupted trajectory of your heart. You're accustomed to gazing at the sky and clouds between ascents, the mountain breeze rustling in your ears, the sudden downpour soaking your clothes, the stars casting a curtain, filling the cracks of life with pure joy. Thus, in your focus, the world stretches out, a racetrack of infinite distance and a mountain of infinite height.

If you’ve been paying attention, this is a classic xiao zhan pattern in writing. i have no other explanation. he is so descriptive. you can close your eyes, have someone read this to you and you’ll be able to picture this.

there is also a word XZ likes to use which is translated as cracks/gap.

p1 he says something like- the gap in time has widened for me. and then p2 is the title of his photo for the leica exhibit : “the cracks of night”

NEXT UP ‼️‼️‼️

Over the past few months, you've continued to challenge yourself, constantly experimenting and refining in the recording studio. You retain your wildness and innocence, sharing the insights you've learned on the vertical rock face, weaving life's experiences into every word. You still harbor a clumsy romanticism, reflecting the dust and morning dew everywhere you look into the glimmer of light in your images, hotter than anything else.

a popular guess in terms or recording studio is new music is upon us. i swear if he releases an EP or a full length album I WILL LOSE IT. makes sense that XZ will be there to witness and probably even assist cause he has recent experience in making a solo album. i trust yibo’s expertise too but it’s my headcanon that XZ is in the wings, giving his support. the writer also mentions rock climbing.

and his “clumsy” romanticism! ahhhhhhhh!!!!! you can also call it awkward or probably innocent. something you would describe someone’s first love. and that may be true for yibo. and for them. it’s like xz is teasing him, but also appreciates the kind or pure love and romance he provides.

i also found this description of it:

"Clumsy romance" is a form of emotional expression that's unpretentious, centered on sincerity and simplicity, often found in both artistic creation and real life. It doesn't pursue elaborate techniques or perfect rituals, but rather conveys feelings through raw, direct, and even slightly flustered means, which can actually be more touching.

AND IF THAT ISN’T YIBO’S WAY OF EXPRESSING HIS EMOTIONS THEN I DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE IS THERE. 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

People often worry about the uncontrollable development of things, but you always find certainty in the ever-changing world. The longitude and latitude of the universe become the ropes in your hands, pulling you to any destination. Yibo, after every mountain, there are higher mountains. Don't worry about what lies beyond the mountains. Just do what you want to do. Now is the perfect time.

Raise your hand if this made you think of this writer’s previous message that started with: “yibo, sunsets are beautiful..”

it leads me to believe that this is indeed a personal letter. an important message to yibo that he shares with us every year. the writer is making this for yibo to read — he is not trying to please anyone else.

hope you will continue to like it, stay proactive, and never lack the courage to try. If your heart is simple and pure, everything will be broad, and your world will be infinite.

emphasis on the last line. tho we have a whole other cpn on the symbolism of infinity, fans have linked this to stefanie sun’s song INFINITE POSSIBILITIES. who do we know is a fan of this artist? and the thing is, this song is in the same album as KEPLER. Kepler is a YIZHAN song. No one can steal that. I said what i said.

oh and a bonus candy that is living in my head rent free. YBO has this poster on XHS and fans are comparing it to CMBYN movie poster 👀👀👀

i can’t unsee it.

the way yibo is looking up. the blue. the font. i bet they watched this and loved it! 😏😏😭😭😭😂😂

-END.

i will most likely post a second part or even third depending on how the day and clownery goes. but knowing this fandom— it’s gonna be alot!!!!

[darlingdaisyfarm]

Love love love you and your writing!! I understand you probably get a lot of asks, so respond to this whenever! I was wondering, what are your headcanons for a Reader who is scared of sex? It can be due to the fact that she's a virgin and is just terrified of the concept or some other reason. I imagine Ford and Stanley would be so comforting and respectful!! We love gentlemen 🙏🙏

˚⊱ Stan & Ford × scared of sex!reader hcs ⊰˚

tags: i think it's mostly fluff and hurt/comfort but there's still mentions of sex so!

a/n: thank you soo much for ur ask hun! i hope everything i wrote here makes sense hehehrh. i also think that both twins would be very respectful to their partner about it

╰┈➤ STANLEY

✩ right off the bat, Stan is a lot more emotionally aware than people give him credit for. he picks up on stuff fast. he might not always say the perfect thing, but he notices your body language, tone and how you react when smth gets too sexual

✩ he might joke around sometimes, because it’s just his default way of flirting, but he doesn’t push, he’s not clueless, he’s not one of those guys who needs to be told a hundred times. he gets it

✩ once you'll admit it, i think he’d just blink a few times, nod slow, and go, “alright. thanks for tellin’ me, baby, you’re okay.”

✩ Stan does get even more protective, though. if someone else says smth sexual around you and you look even slightly uncomfortable, he's immediately throwing them a look or saying smth to shut it down. so just be sure he’s not letting anyone make you feel weird about your boundaries

✩ if you do talk to him about why you’re scared, Stan always listens and doesn’t interrupt. sits there, lets you get through it, nods along, puts a hand on your knee or gives you space depending on how you’re feeling. “okay. that makes sense. you got nothing to be embarrassed about.” it's really not a big deal tbh, not something that changes anything about how he sees you.

✩ one important thing, he’s actually really gentle once you’re behind closed doors. he talks rough, but when it comes to physical stuff, especially with someones he dates + you’re scared / new to it, i believe that Stan will be careful. he makes sure you’re really good with what’s happening before continuing.

✩ he also shows love in other ways, a lot of other ways. cooking for you. doing chores you hate. fixing something without you asking. bragging about you to people behind your back. slipping cash into your wallet when you’re low. holding your hand in public. his love language is showing up and sticking around.

✩ if you ever do change your mind and decide to try stuff, he’ll treat it very seriously. he’ll make sure you’re comfortable, probably do a million checks like “you good?” “you sure?” “want me to stop?” and afterward, he’ll give you whatever you need, space, reassurance, dumb jokes, a cold drink, whatever. he’s just proud he didn’t mess it up and he wants to make sure you don’t regret anything.

✩ i think Stan’s biggest fear is hurting you. in both ways, physical of course too, but also emotionally. he knows this stuff is complicated and he doesn’t wanna be a bad memory. he’s very aware that this is your first experience

✩ Stanley touches you super slow when you finally start, just following your lead. he’s still his normal self, there will be a dumb joke here or there to lighten the mood, but he keeps it respectful. you can tell he’s trying hard to be good at this

✩ “you okay?” “does this feel good?” “tell me if you want me to stop” “too much?”

✩ he gets soo clingy in a sweet way. he’ll spoon you, rub your arm, kiss your back. “you did so good. i’m real proud of you” don't mind him, just Stan being genuinely overwhelmed with affection and not knowing how to show it besides physical touch and simple words.

╰┈➤ STANFORD

✩ what an overthinker he is, hed worry a lot. “is it a trauma thing?” “does she not feel safe?” “am i doing something wrong?” that's if you told him you’re scared of sex, or if he even guessed that you are, he’d start running through every possible reason in his head

✩ the thing is, he’s probably also never done it. or if he has (but i still headcanon that Ford had no experience, unless we are talking about him being with canonical characters like Fidds for ex) or maybe once? and it was weird and rushed and left no emotional impact. so he’s not some confident guy behind closed doors. if anything, he’s just as nervous as you. even more. i mean i guess he got some academic knowledge about sex, intimacy, physiology and biology but zero hands-on experience. he’s never had the space or the trust to explore that side of himself with anyone.

✩ when you tell him, it happens during a moment where he’s being gentle and touchy, so it starts to go a little further and you hesitate, “i’m scared” or “i’ve never done this” he backs off and puts space between you both just so you don’t feel any pressure.

“okay. thank you for telling me, darling. we don’t have to do anything at all.” he really means you two can stop completely if you want.

✩ later when he’s alone i think he’d beat himself up about it. even though it’s not his fault, he’d go down a mental rabbit hole thinking maybe he came on too strong or maybe you don’t trust him enough or maybe he just isn’t good at this. he just really doesn’t want to be the reason you feel unsafe. he’d try to handle that guilt quietly, without dumping it on you.

✩ over time, he becomes very intentional about what kinds of affection he gives. he’ll always ask if you’re okay with certain things “can i touch your waist?” “is it alright if i kiss your neck?” he just wants you to know you’re in control and he keeps it consistent. if you say no or even hesitate, he’ll stop immediately and won’t act weird about it ! i trust my boy

✩ i think he’d also try to be informative without being condescending. he wouldn’t start quoting anatomy textbooks or anything, but if you had questions, he’d answer in a very calm, straightforward way. “you don’t have to do anything until you’re comfortable. and even then, we can take it slow.”

✩ emotionally, he’s very consistent. he doesn’t act different just because you two aren't having sex. still touches your hands and face. still brings you tea, still wants to sleep next to you, still looks at you with adoring expression because you’re everything to him and none of it was about sex

✩ if things ever do progress, of course Ford would be extremely slow about it. very very careful with his sweetheart. very detail-oriented. he’d want to know what feels good and what doesn’t. probably overcommunicates at first until you finally tell him it’s okay hehe. he’s also really big on aftercare, holding you, making sure you’re okay, cleaning things up, bringing water, etc. he just genuinely cares about your well-being and doesn’t want you to regret anything.

✩ i really think if you ever said “i don’t think i’ll ever be ready for that,” he’d say smth like, “then we won’t do it. i’m not with you for that” he loves your brain, your voice, the way you look when you’re working on smth, how you get nervous around new people but brave in the weirdest moments. sex is not a requirement for him to be completely obsessed with you!!

[noellefan101]

How They Love-Heartslabyul

Characters; read the above >_>, riddle, trey, cater, ace and deuce x gn reader

Warnings; fighting and gang stuff(deuce), paranoia kind of, Spicy food(kay kay), teeth(yk who)

Title may be changed, idk its both too short and the other one too long, and then corny af

Still in a writers block void, i dont think i will ever get out tbh

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle now has an occasional rule-breaking tolerance, but only with small rules that he (after his overblot) can see challenging ways to follow correctly, or ones that seem silly even to him.

No matter how much I know he would never call a rule silly, he still admits to some being just a little too ridicules. And therefor I think it's important to say that he cares a lot when reminding people of rules, since he knows there are reasons for them to be placed or (often bad) consequences for the person in question.

He doesn't want to see you being punished for something, so he's warning you of certain things/rules ahead of time to secure your safety and overall mood. So sometimes he may let things slip if he sees its something you really just can't control, or wasn't your fault at all.

Studying is a hard and grueling part of school life for most individuals, that's why he will make absolute sure that you won't overwork yourself when doing so. It may look like it comes easy to him, but even he struggles on certain topics. He'll tutor you on any subjects that you need help with, making sure that at least decent test scores and that the information actually stays in your head.

He's a very caring person, and although he isn't the best at showing that in a way people can understand, he'll make sure you succeed and have you healthy at all times. Sometimes he seems a little pushy, but that's just how he is. (f u miss rosehearts)

Trey Clover

Noting down your favorite sweets, or baked goods in general, and making sure there's always 'leftovers' of said pastry.

He has extra toothbrushes in his room that he doesn't even use, not because they're just extras, no. Its because they're yours, he keeps them in case you stay over or to force gently teach you into using more than one for different parts of your mouth. No you cannot just borrow his, that's really unhygienic.

Sometimes he puts a note in his sweets, like edible paper on the bottom of your cupcake or just straight up normal paper inside your tart. These notes are to you only, and usually says "I love you.", "Your eyes are really pretty." or "I put oyster sauce in this one." and "Drink Me."(-the latter is never on something drinkable)

Master of comfort, no problem will go entirely unsolved and leave you feeling sad. He'll make you vent your feelings within minutes, and have you engrossed in hugs that feel like home.

Your problems will be talked about and will be sorted out, no matter how big or small, he's there for you.

Trey is from a family of bakers, so he wakes up earlier than anyone in the dorm. Whether its out of habit or he really needs to get up at 5, that honestly depends on the day. But he'll let you sleep, mostly. There's at least 2 days a week where Trey wakes you up early, and kidnaps you to the kitchen. Good luck if you like sleeping in.

Cater Diamond

6 million pictures of you he hasn't posted. It's the ones he wants to keep to himself, and some he just couldn't post because he had been crying two minutes before taking it. About 70% of them are photos of you sleeping or making dumb faces in said sleep.

Also posts a picture with you in it somewhere at least twice a day, a good bunch are of him kissing your cheek with #iScored or #FinishedHomeworkReward, something stupid like that.

Loves spicy ramen, and would love to share some with you no matter your spice tolerance. Have a high tolerance to spice? Watch him "prove" that his is better, only to be humbled when he started downing milk like it's the main meal.

If its low however... you'll just be suffering with him, try to enjoy the taste of pain and any other spices harvested straight from the Underworld.

Shows you moves he just learned on his skateboard, convincing you most are cooler than they actually are. You have frequent dates going like that, were he just shows off a little before turning soft the second you come near. Just don't be surprised when you become a cameraman who's paid 5 kisses per hour.

He's mostly an over the top extrovert, putting himself out in the world and making sure all eyes are on him... or at least the "him" he willingly shows to them. With you its different, he'll reveal his saddest sides on accident and realizes he doesn't even mind that much.

Ace Trappola

Ace tries so hard, so so hard, to make it seem like he doesn't care about that much. But he does.

It's a stupid amount of caring that only he could convert into infinite types of denial. Covered up by lots of teasing, calling you down bad as if he's better, laughing when you're nice to him, yk Ace stuff.

He's been collared many times, more times than anyone could count, because of something he did for you. Sneaking out at night when you had a bad dream, swearing it wasn't because he cared but only because he didn't want to hear you complain a bunch. Totally, yep. (Ace wasn't able to use magic for a whole two days, and his dormmates still haven't stopped teasing him about it)

Loves showing(distracting) you his newest card tricks, making sure to sneak in a kiss or two just to see your sweet cherry colored cheeks. He'll play a few card games with you between study sessions, totally not trying to distract you when he sees you struggling with a subject. No no, that would be too kind of him, he doesn't care that much... Yeah, definitely.

Cherries. Picnic dates with cherries. You don't have any say, you're going with him. Jokes aside, he likes spending time with you and would like that time be special, trying his very best to bake pastries he remembers being good(with the help of Trey), wanting to share them with you. Of course the ones he likes the most, are with cherries 70% of the time.

Having a hard time sleeping? yes? no? Doesn't matter, he's coming over and chatting your hearing away at 1:50 am. The topics are often stupid things that happened to, or around, him that day, weird rumors about teachers, and everything Deuce did wrong the last few days. If he does wake you up by spawning into your bedroom, you'll fall asleep soon enough anyway.

His voice is surprisingly soothing when he isn't being a little shit, or burning someone's ego to the ground.

Deuce Spade

Blastcycle rides are a frequent occurrence for you both. Sometimes it's a planned location you're driving to, others are going in a random direction and hoping you find something cool.

Probably teaches you to fight at least a little bit. He's not proud of his fighting abilities currently, and is definitely not good at teaching, but there's thoughts going through his mind, who are all telling him he can't protect you from the other gangs. So Deuce is making sure you'll be able to fight for yourself.

He is kind of paranoid about it sometimes, and although you weren't there during that time in his life, he'll still be haunted by the thought that people will target you because of him. Just hug the boy please.

Deuce has been studying so much now that his set goal is honor student, he would also love for you to join, and help, him in studying. It's not going so great, but luckily with Riddles insistence in getting him to succeed and your constant support, he's been improving his grades little by little.

He's trying his very best to be a better person, become someone his mother can truly love and be proud of. And now he wants to improve for you as well.

Likes to bake and cook with from time to time, he's improving with Trey's help but still sheds a little tear for each egg he has to crack himself. But he's been loving to make egg filled dishes, sharing them with you or even inviting you to cook with him.

I cannot write for deuce and ace i dont know why, save me from these dumbass boys-luv ya >Masterlist<

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[m4mmonthebest]

what de characters do you have headcanons for?

Very VERY broad question. I'll just choose my usual faves...

Headcanons! Self indulgent

Cam.

He likes very sappy romantic music (which makes him extremely embarrassed if anyone catches him listening to it) and possibly punk rock.

Probably doesn't buy clothes (unless you buy them for him, which he will probably wear constantly) and just finds them in the trash and cleans them up.

He finds the Golden Goose shoes thing really stupid (even if it fits his aesthetic) because he literally can just find dirty shoes on the dumpster and they look the same.

His work at the dumpster consists in organizing and categorizing the trash that comes, making sure to get what can be recycled on its right place. He's mostly a logistics and manual labor worker, he probably gets some natural muscle after a while.

Doesn't have a huge appetite, but can basically eat anything even in his human form... although with a physical body he actually can get sick. It's just not that likely.

Can go without showering for like 3 days or 4, but if he goes to your home he always showers first (in case y'all wanna get frisky) sometimes he does genuinely forget, but you help him get tidy and he likes the quality time.

Clingy as FUUUUCK but he will deny it to himself and to you. After a while tho he'd probably admit it. He loves holding you, and you holding him in any way possible.

Diy king that man can do anything with whatever he has at hand.

Despite not getting checks from his job he has a nice stash of money saved up somewhere. You have no idea where. Just... somewhere.

He doesn't like super pricey over the top stuff. He prefers an honest gift with effort.

Not the best at comforting, but he can probably get you to laugh and forget about your sadness for a moment.

(Old Player Au mention bc I can't help it) After you die, he actually starts getting a bit of grey hairs because of the stress. He doesn't dye them however, as he's reminded of you. Brings him comfort.

Eddie.

His fatigue and usual pains get better when he's realized, but don't fully go away. You and Volt are there to help him however, kissing him and massaging him when it gets a bit too much. Medicine also helps a lot.

When he's working and really concentrated he sticks his tongue out. He doesn't even notice it and doesn't believe you when you tell him... until you take a pic.

Prefers to eat savory foods.

He has quite a bit of body strength.

Wears tank top and boxers/briefs to sleep.

Probably will get married to Volt down the line tbh.

Gets nightmares of Volt and you getting injured, or from before Volt existed.

His clothing style is very simple. T-shirt, jeans or shorts, sometimes if he's feeling fancy a dressing shirt with a vest. Not the type of guy to flaunt.

Volt is the electricity part in the breaker box while he's the wires. Still, he's able to send small electric shocks if he's excited or mad. Not to the level of Volt however.

He probably used to get wasted a lot, but his drinking got into place when Volt was created. Still enjoys an occasional drink. Especially if it's with you. (It's okay if you don't drink though)

He doesn't really have many hobbies, if any actually. He just really enjoys his work. Perhaps he'd get into making drinks, asking Beverly for help.

Volt.

Slightly suggestive, once he has human hair he'd beg you to pull it. He loves the slight pain.

This is canon, but he really likes to dance, especially a two person dance.

He has a lot of control over his electricity, but if he gets too overwhelmed or excited he may just give out a small zap. If he hurts you (it probably won't be too bad) he'd feel super guilty, helping you take care of the burn and pampering you. You'll have to tell him it's okay and that you know it was an accident.

Idk why I think he finds Lux entertaining. He'd definitely let some juicy gossip slide so they have content.

You and Eddie braid his hair. Even if it's silly he wears it proudly.

Kind of a fashion king. He also likes to show a lot of cleavage.

Unlike Eddie he's a bit of a social butterfly. He makes connections REALLY fast. Extremely charming. Even then, he also has a breaking point, so he goes for comfort to you and Eddie when he's feeling tired.

Despite popular opinion, he doesn't go bald when the light goes out, his hair just dims/goes black.

He dyes his hair black once just as a joke... you and Eddie beg him to go back to white hair. He looks EXTREMELY handsome but he looks weird.

He probably lets his nails get long, you enjoy painting them.

Type of guy who gets into knitting, hear me out here for a second...

Dorian.

As a bouncer he may make small talk with you, but because it's his job that will probably take more priority, don't take it personally though, after he gets off work you can talk all that you want.

Fucking loves the color brown. Like it's his favorite color ever.

May get a tattoo that reminds him of you if you date for long enough.

Do not ever imply he should shave. He will not. He holds his beard with pride.

He really likes red meat. He also just likes very British food LOL.

He usually makes his own food, and he would never force you to cook for him, although if you do he will eat that stuff like it's his last meal. He loves when you cook for him.

He'd rather give out gifts than receive them. Also he prefers practical gifts for himself, like clothing or watches. He doesn't have expensive tastes... but may indulge from time to time.

He's very tall and broad, assuming you're smaller than him (which statistically you probably are, considering my headcanon of 210cm Dorian lol) he'd find small joy in seeing you wearing his clothes.

If you're SOMEHOW taller than him, he'd probably wear your shirts when he's out of work.

Doesn't like to show too much skin, even if he goes to the beach he wears long shorts and maybe even a shirt. Unless he gets possessed by the mind of Trapdoor Dorian in which he'll go out skimpy. Always a nice sight.

When you get older he'd probably take less hours at work just to take care of you. He wouldn't be able to do his work well if he left you alone for too long.

[soombee]

xviii. the party and afterparty

the weeknd reference 😈 but also reminds me of this fortnite meme, hella fluff btw🫩 about 1830wc idk i edited ts while reading thru it also do yall want a freaky ahh chapter for 19 😂😂😂🤔💭 LMK!!

you're halfway through your evening skincare routine when your phone buzzes

the again

and again

and AGAIN

riki :3 is calling...

you stare for a second before picking up,

y: yes?

???: yn

not his voice, not even close

y: …sunoo?

s: hiii, what are you doing tonight?

y: nothing as of yet, why?

s: wroong! you’re eating out with us

y: where? also where's riki?

j: busy, flirting w other girls or something

y: …what?

sh: he's joking

j: i thought it was funny :(

y: alright so where exactly are you guys?

jy: we’re at the barbecue place near the dorm, riki was being scared so we called instead

y: really?

s: he’s been all “should i ask her?” “do you think she’ll come?” “maybe she’s busy” like??

j: n now he's looking for his phone so pls let us know if you'd like to come so riki can go get u

y: you guys stole his phone??

s: borrowed, excuse me

y: you really think he wants me there?

s: he keeps checking the door every time someone walks in, it’s getting embarrassing

you try to hide the smile stretching across your face as you wipe your moisturizer off your fingers

y: tell him to come get me

s: okayyyyy :3

just as you’re about to hang up, you hear him shout in the background

“WAIT IS THAT MY PHONE??”

you stare at the screen, glowing with the “call ended” notification, then shake your head and finish tying your hair up. you're smiling, like, really smiling. who would have thought the idols on your screen would become your friends in a matter of days??

fifteen minutes pass, maybe twenty

you're fixing your products in the bathroom when you heard a knock at your door

you open it to find riki standing there, out of breath like he ran the whole way. hair a little windblown, cheeks flushed from either the walk or the embarrassment.. or the drinks, maybe all of the above

“hi,” he says, sheepish

you raise an eyebrow, “you lose something?”

he lifts his phone from his pocket, “i really have no control over my life :(”

you laugh, “so i’ve heard”

he watches you for a second, eyes scanning your face, your freshly glossed lips, your oversized shirt with the sleeves still rolled up from skincare 10 minutes ago

“you look cute”

"you're easy to please," you blink, “i legit look like i just rolled out of a coma”

“yeah,” he says, grinning now. “like sleeping beauty?”

you shake your head, locking the door behind him

“you're lucky i like eating,” you mutter as you start walking

he falls into couch beside you, “you like me too...”

you pause

he catches it, “i said meat”

"doesn't even make sense, ba—riki"

he’s smiles to himself, shameless, "yeah it does, baby"

"i said bariki"

"that's not even a thing"

"you're not even a thing"

"why r u blushing then??"

"whateverrrrr"

he practically doubles over in laughter, clutching his stomach like you hit him

“i'm telling the others you bullied me,” he wheezes, wiping the corner of his eye

you roll your eyes but still let him open the door for you like a gentleman, which he very dramatically does, sweeping his arm out and bowing a little (idk how fast u got ready tbh Lol)

“after you, milady”

“stop >.<”

“alr, babe”

“riki.”

he only shrugs, biting back a smile, “you started it”

by the time you get to the restaurant, it’s already loud from across the street. shouting, laughing, sizzling way too aggressively on a grill. it smells like charcoal and sal. you hesitate at the entrance, just as someone from inside spots you through the window

sunoo immediately slaps the table twice and yells, “yn!!!”

and suddenly, everybody's excited

riki pulls open the door and you’re pulled into the noise like you’ve always belonged there. jake makes space for you beside him. sunghoon moves his plate over to share his side dishes. sunoo's already asking you what you want to drink while jay silently hands you water

the energy is warm. just like your adorable girl group. you glance at riki across the table. he's leaning back, sipping his drink and laughing at something jungwon just said, but every few seconds, his eyes flick over to you

as the meat arrives, you’re passing tongs around, fighting over the last piece of pork belly. they make you laugh so hard you choke on your rice. jake tries to save you by slapping your back but riki swats him away like he doesn't want anyone else touching you (is he joking??? probably LOL)

you're halfway through your second plate when hee suddenly speaks

“do you guys wanna drink?”

you glance around, everyone agreeing without hesitation. riki's sitting across you, pretending to act cool, but his eyes light up when you meet his gaze

you squint, “you drinking?”

he shrugs, “only if you do”

sunoo giggles, “is this peer pressure?”

you roll your eyes, smiling, “sure. but i'm not gna look after you”

he pouts

“you're barely functioning sober,” you tease

“im very charming when i'm drunk,” he says, already sliding a shot glass in front of you, “excuse me”

jake’s already giggly after two glasses of beer. sunoo’s cheeks are pink. riki, who insisted he wouldn’t drink much, is already way drunk after his third shot of soju mixed with beer 😹😹

“ynnn,” he whines, leaning against your shoulder now, arm slung over the back of your chair (switched seats w jake), “this chicken’s looking at me funny”

“it's dead, ki”

he frowns, “you look better”

“hm?”

“you,” he says, poking your cheek with the most dopey smile, “you look so pretty. like stupid pretty. like how’re you even real..”

“oh bruh,” you mutter, looking across the table, “jay hyung help”

jay, who’s still grilling mean, only lifts an eyebrow

“you're the only sober one here”

jay glances at riki, now laying on your lap, “barely”

“can you call him an uber please?”

“sure,” jay pulls out his phone, “but…”

you look down to see riki pouting at you

“wna stay with you…” he mumbles

jay stares

you stare

“you heard the man”

sigh.

you pick riki up to his ass, arm wrapped around your shoulder, his cheek smushed against your scalp

you shift slightly to stand, “cmon riki, let's go”

but instead of moving, he slumps further into you, shaking his head

“that is NOT my nameee” he mumbles, burying his face in your shoulder

you pause, confused, “what?”

he whines again

you blink, “ri..ki?”

he shakes his head dramatically, hair tickling your neck

you sigh, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, “okay... what do you want me to call you then”

he peeks up at you with the most annoying (not) smile EVER. “…baby”

you stare at him, deadpan “you're not real”

“i'm waitingggg” he sings

jay taps your shoulder from behind, mutters, "we gotta go, company car is here, goodluck w him lmfao"

you inhale sharply, "thank you so much hyung, see you again soon!"

as you say goodbye to the other members while they walk out (well, dragged out), you glare at riki and mutter under your breath

“…come on, baby. we need to go”

you say it under your breath, eyes flicking to the side, already bracing for his reaction

“that's more like it,” he hums, triumphant, stumbling with zero balance as he lets you drag him outside by the wrist, “fuckin love how u say it”

“you're so embarrassing,” you blush, feeling butterflies all over your body. you check behind you in case anyone’s filming this. surely, this is the kind of thing fans would go feral over. you, not even an "proper idol," hauling a drunk nishimura riki from enhypen to his car like his babysitter

he doesn’t seem to notice or care. he just giggles, still clinging to you, “y'smell nice..” dragging his words

sexy ahhh 👻

“you smell like samgyeopsal”

“still handsome tho,” he grins, knocking his forehead lightly against your shoulder as you unlock his car, “right?”

you roll your eyes, opening the passenger door for him, “in”

“wanna sit w u”

“riki”

"baby,” he corrects,

you shove him gently into the seat

you walk around to the driver’s side, sliding in and adjusting the seat because, of course, he’s all legs. you glance at the dashboard, trying to remember how he started the car last time you rode with him

“you're driving my car,” he says softly, almost in awe

“cus you’re drunk, genius”

“no, but like” he turns his body toward you, fully sideways, knees pulled up a little, “you look hot in the driver’s seat”

you bite back a laugh, “just shh”

“make me,” he counters

"not rn, ki"

the car starts with a low purr, ts definitely modded. you check your mirrors, pull away from the curb, and finally start driving toward your apt

but not even 5 minutes in, his hand finds your arm

not in a grabby way, just soft. settling over your forearm as if your presence steadies him more than the seatbelt wrapped around him. he’s slouched now, face tilted toward you, eyes half-lidded, hair falling into his lashes

“don't fall asleep”

“m’not,” he whispers, squeezing your arm gently

“u better not throw up”

“mm.. don't say that” he groans, “your voice is so nice, don’t ruin it with gross words”

“you’re so weird when you’re tipsy”

“i'm romantic,” he corrects, rubbing small circles with his thumb on your arm, “m such a good boyfriend, huh?��

your heart skips, you keep your eyes on the road, “you’re not my boyfriend,” you mutter

“not yet”

you grip the wheel tighter

“i'd be good to you,” he says suddenly, gently. he's not whiny, not teasing. just loving

you flick your eyes toward him, his gaze is on you again. not glazed or sleepy. clear, like maybe the buzz is wearing off just enough for him to mean it?

you don’t say anything, hands beading w sweat

“i'd buy you food all the time,” he adds, voice low, “tell you you’re pretty even when you’re mad. hold your hand when no one’s—hell, even when everyone's looking”

you exhale slowly, trying to focus on the streetlights, the red glow blinking ahead

“you're drunk”

“i know,” he says, “i still mean it”

your breath catches, but before you can answer, you feel a weight on your shoulder. “hey—”

“i'm not gonna sleep,” he mumbles

you glance at him. he's already dozing off, cheeks warm, mouth slightly parted, hair messy and fluttering with every breath

you sigh again, but this time, it’s not so annoyed

it's kind of fond

“…idiot,” you whisper

but you don’t push him away

not even when the light turns green, and your hand stays steady on the wheel while his stays warm on your arm, occasionally reaching one hand over to caress his face o(≧▽≦)o

tags @enhypenlovre @letwiiparkjay @iheartshopping @haechology @verialuv @yuuuraaa @renlikecookies @lvfleur @offnexnam @xo-tilwod @lalalalawon @cnnabonnn @emmarosess @rikidaze @dollceciito

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[buddygrouse]

I love your cuter take on Tenna's personality, it's really refreshing and honestly really funny. I hope you make more, but if you don't feel like it it's also fine don't feel pressured

thank you!! theres a lot of fun and different spamtenna interpretations due to how implied their backstory is but i thought it would be fun to try to write an explicitly romantic comic that felt pretty close to the tone of canon/spamton sweepstakes.

i have a little backlog of doodles of them but im waiting to post them all at once

more thoughts on their relationship (under a readmore for spoilers and also whoops it became very long ^^)

i definitely find it hard to imagine tenna ever outright hating spamton. personally i dont think there even was a huge deterioration in their relationship pre-final phonecall, if anything i think they liked each other a lot which is why tenna is so fucked up about him leaving. its easier to think he got scammed because otherwise how else do you deal with the fact that your favorite person left you with no explanation and took both your dreams of love and success with him

i know spamtons room is the z-rank room and ramb mentions that tenna doesnt like when contestants get z-rank because it reminds him of 'a certain somebody' but i guess i interpreted it as spamtons former dressing room that was converted into the z-rank room after he left (the rank no one ever gets so tenna can forget about it). and tbh some of tennas reactions to the player getting z rank and the whole idea that its something you do on purpose almost makes me feel like doing bad at the boards was spamtons 'bit' on tv time and so rambs comment is like "please dont do bad at games it reminds tenna of when his ex husband used to do bad at games on purpose to make him laugh"

not to say that i think that they had a perfect and healthy relationship i think its wonderful that they were two egomaniacs that absolutely were trying to use and copy each other!! im sure they had a lot of huge blowouts during their time as cohosts but i bet even that was kind of fun to them. i can imagine tenna especially thriving off of both working closely and clashing with someone who is also crazy motivated to succeed. they were probably good at enabling each other, i bet many tv time employees found them extremelyyyy annoying. its so cute and gross that they also fell in love despite all that and im sure a lot of it is that they genuinely respected each others talents. i also dont think tenna became a bad boss after spamton left i think he was always kind of dumb and self centered and dreemur household tensions were probably having a negative effect on him even during the bigshot era

also maybe im just biased because i tend to like horrible attention freaks but i was genuinely surprised to see people call tenna a villain. sometimes my cat knocks my shit over because i wasnt paying attention to her but im not gonna go put her on the villain wiki

this is already longer than i thought but i also have to say spamton seems to be more directly angry at tenna than tenna is at him. i gotta assume that the angel on the phone stopped talking to him because of his deal with tenna due to the timing which means tenna is indirectly responsible for spamton losing EVERYTHING. but even then he folds IMMEDIATELY! IMMEDIATELY!!! once he sees tenna kept a single pipis

all this to say they are two desperately lonely people that clearly were capable of being partners (and moreeee) at one point and i think that if they got the chance to start again in any way tenna would jump righttttt on it even if getting back with your ex husband who was driven to madness is USUALLY a terrible idea

of course im extrapolating here and feel free to let me know if i missed anything important that invalidates any of these takes. im really interested to see how relevant they will be to the overall story especially considering how easy it is to leave tenna to die

[three-semicolons]

Dick got the short end of the Amnesia Arc stick

Wrapping up the Scott Snyder Batman run rn and (spoilers btw) Bruce gets amnesia for months, where he is unaware that he is Batman. At every turn, he refuses to learn more about his backstory.

I’m struck by how different he’s treated versus when Dick had his own Ric Grayson moment.

In both cases, the former vigilante is completely resistant to reintegrating into their former life. In Bruce’s case, he renounces everything from his former history to the Wayne manor and starts working with kids at a daycare-type place. For Dick, he does the exact same thing, except he winds up as a taxi driver.

But when Bruce does this, people are happy for him. Alfred is, at least. He’s absolutely ecstatic that Bruce’s demons have finally left and Bruce has found fulfillment, even if the circumstances leading to it weren’t pleasant. When Bruce doesn’t want to learn about his history, it is respected. And in fact, Alfred goes so far as to beg him not to regain his memories, and to try to get him to settle down with the woman he met in his amnesia arc instead.

When he’s visited by the Bats at various moments, they also carry this respect and reluctant happiness at his newfound purpose. The only divergence from this is Duke, but that only starts to happen months later and is built on desperation for his parents’ recovery rather than any personal belief that Bruce must be Batman or something. And his resolution here is shaky at best. He’s also not exactly a part of the “fam” at this point — that only really happens after his parents’ mental states post-Joker Venom are found to be unsalvageable.

Meanwhile, the Ric Grayson arc is infamous for the Batfamily crashout when Dick does the same thing.

Dick doesn’t want to learn about his vigilante lifestyle and doesn’t want to return, and his family fights him on that every step of the way. Their attempts to drag him back are so pervasive that Dick panics and isolates himself as much as possible from all human connections to his former life. It likely significantly prolonged his recovery, because it drove him to be not only disinterested but repulsed by members of his past.

On all fronts, from every person who loves him, he is told that he must return to the angst and hardship of vigilantism because that’s who he is. They see the life he’s begun to construct for himself, free of that angst, and universally reject his attempt to get some peace. Slightly less charitable interpretations may suggest that they’re saying Nightwing is all he is.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this. It just feels like the Ric Grayson arc did so much disservice to both Dick and the rest of his family, because there is already precedent to show they wouldn’t react so poorly.

I hope the whole thing is eventually retconned tbh.

[iamdeltas]

One thing I see pop up in a lot of Agathario fics that kind of confuses me is the depiction of Rio as the nerd in the relationship. I could get behind a nerd4nerd kind of depiction of their dynamic (goes along with their matching each other's freak) but that's not usually what I see. Typically, it's a lot of Rio being a nerd (about plants or dinosaurs or video games or whathaveyou) and Agatha being bemused but also amused by it.

I'm not trying to start shit or yuck other people's yum. I mean honestly, I feel like I don't have much room to talk here since I don't write fic! So please feel free to take what I say with a grain of salt! Please do not come into my inbox to yell at me for telling people how to write their fics because I will cry!

But yes, I find this pretty odd, mostly because... IMO, there is more canonical proof for Agatha being a nerd than for Rio being a nerd. (And I'm talking strictly canon and implications from canon here. I'm not talking about purely fanon stuff because that's, frankly, pretty much made-up by fans and has no canon basis. And, again, that's fine, but that's not what I'm interested in talking about here.)

To be pedantic, and also because honestly the definition of what a nerd is very vague, I shall, in cliche fashion, refer to the dictionary definition.

From Oxford Languages:

1) a person who is extremely enthusiastic and knowledgeable about a particular subject, especially one of specialist or niche interest.

2) an unfashionable person who lacks social skills or is boringly studious.

From the Merriam-Webster dictionary:

1) a person devoted to intellectual, academic, or technical pursuits or interests

2) an unstylish or socially awkward person

So basically, I'm looking for evidence of Agatha and Rio being either extremely interested in and knowledgeable about a particular subject, evidence of them being highly intellectual, or evidence of them being dowdy and lacking social skills. (I don't really think either of them fit the latter definition though TBH. Sure, Rio lacks social skills, but she's not exactly unfashionable or boring.)

I shall enumerate the evidence in list form:

Proof of Agatha's nerdiness:

1) She's so curious, especially about magic, that her coven tried to kill her about it. She was declared to be executed for seeking "knowledge above her station," plus Word of God says one of the reasons her original coven saw her as evil was her insatiable curiosity.

2) She literally went into Wanda's Hex because she wanted to find out how the magic running it worked. You could argue that she wanted to find out for utilitarian purposes how to resurrect the dead like Wanda resurrected Vision so that Agatha can resurrect Nicky; however I don't think she actually does want to bring Nicky back (otherwise why would she not want to see him in the afterlife and instead go ghost?) And she also was exploring all aspects of the Hex, including how far the illusions went. Is she interested in doing a sitcom Hex? Of course not. But she wants to know how Wanda did it, just for the sake of knowing.

3) Obviously she wanted Wanda's power, but if that was all she was after, she'd have just forced her out of her illusion and pestered her into blasting her on day 1. Instead she took time to poke around the Hex and then tried to force Wanda to tell her how she did it. When she found out she had no idea how she did it, to her chagrin (classic D&D Wizard vs D&D Sorcerer), she went through great lengths to find out how and to check if her hypothesis about Wanda being the Scarlet Witch was true.

4) She's got magic artifacts, magic scrolls, and potion ingredients along with the Darkhold stashed in her bewitched basement. (Also skulls, for some reason. What the fuck, Agatha?) She might have more that we don't see on screen. This magic basement seems to be something she is able to use to keep her magic stuff in, which seems to indicate that this is important to her. Also all the magic scrolls seem to indicate that she collects a good deal of magic knowledge. I think there's also at least one other magic tome seen on screen in the basement besides the Darkhold.

5) This one's more shaky since I'm veering here to give proof of her being a theater nerd, but there is something to be said about her making up her own villain song, as well as basically improv-ing her way through the sitcom Hex by being the funniest bitch there.

6) She ends up teaching Wanda magic even when it's against her own benefit to do so! She just can't help it. Seeing someone not even know magic fundamentals just makes her need to correct them.

7) It's telling that when she is able to take control of the Hex spell she's under, she makes herself a detective. Part of that is due to her worldview of everyone having darkness in them and her wanting to find it, but part of that is because she likes solving mysteries! She creates a mystery for herself to solve partially to pull herself out of the Hex and partially because solving puzzles is enrichment for her!

8) Rio's endeared look when listening to Detective Agnes rant passionately about the ins and outs of small town mysteries makes me really think Rio has heard Agatha go on frequent passionate rants about subjects she's really interested in (magic) many times before.

9) TV Tropes pointed this out, but Agatha acting like a hilarious Dirty Coward in the first trial was an act. It was a way for her to surreptitiously check the limits of Billy's Hex by selling it as part of her being so cowardly she wants to try anything to run away. Which shows more of her inquisitive nature. She just has to know everything about this new Hex that she's in.

10) She was the one to figure out that Lorna Wu's song was a protection ballad. Protection magic is not her branch of magic but she's learned enough about it to be able to identify that.

11) Like she did with his mother, Agatha asks Billy how he did a special magic thing, in this case, how the heck he got another body. It's not relevant to her (as far as she knows) but she still wants to learn how he did it! And she's once again disappointed to find that he doesn't know shit.

12) She also teaches Billy magic by helping him put Tommy's soul into a body. There were likely other ways to get off the Road, and it might not have been in her best interest to get Billy off the Road until she leaves since he's the architect of it. But she did it anyway partially to piss off her wife and partially because she likes teaching magic a lot.

13) I'm trying to avoid using purely Word of God here, but I figure it's worth mentioning that Jac Schaeffer has said that the two things that drive Agatha are self-interest and powerful witchcraft. Not purely power (though don't get me wrong, that is still a significant drive for her), but powerful witchcraft, which says a lot about how important magic and spellcasting is to her.

Proof of Rio's nerdiness:

1) She referenced Pride and Prejudice when turning up at Agatha's doorstep with pizza. This indicates she's probably into classic literature. She might be a Jane Austen fan, which is pretty neat.

2) She grew a flower for Agatha so she likes plants.

3) Her Green Witch outfit on the Road has a lot of plant details on it. I'm assuming she chose the outfit since on the Road proper (as opposed to in the trials) everyone else seems to have whatever outfit they had worn themselves before entering the Road. That does make me think plants are a significant interest for her.

4) She is socially weird and off-putting around the rest of the makeshift coven in episode 4. According to the latter definition of nerd per the Oxford and Merriam-Webster dictionaries, someone being socially awkward makes them a nerd.

5) She turned Agatha's body into flowers and fungi so she likes plants and fungi.

I'm really not trying to be facetious here, but that's all I've got in terms of proof of Rio being a nerd.

Honestly the main reason for this post is to give more proof that Agatha is a total nerd and I need this to be acknowledged more!

[lara635kookie]

I’m really loving the “raven siblings” idea with Jinu and Zoey. Because tbh I think Zoey would be more open to accepting Jinu and the idea that demons aren’t all that bad (and that the real evil is Gwi-ma). She literally said “maybe they are nice demons?” when they first saw the Saja boys perform.

Also, I could see Zoey and Jinu having that annoying sister - annoying brother dynamic lol. I think it fits well especially since Jinu is such a troll sometimes lmao. And Zoey would be the type to introduce Jinu to all things modern that he would be so confused by, like video games lol. Also, I guess it’s another chance for Jinu to be the good older brother that he thinks that he didn’t got to be.

The Raven Siblings started as a joke because they were the only ones with black hair instead of colorful and they kinda looked alike but now it's not a joke anymore. It has consumed me and many others. They are the biggest losers trapped in hot bodies (affectionate), Zoey is the one in charge of the music in HUNTR/X and Jinu in the Saja Boys, etc. They are brother and sisters no questions asked. And true, Zoey is a freaky monster lover, she would be open to be friends with all kinds of demon lol. And while I do kinda like the idea Zoey might be distant related to him because his sister is her ancestor, I kinda like the idea that they are found family better. With no blood connection. So Jinu wouldn't feel an obligation to act as a brother to Zoey, it would just happen naturally.

Their dynamic would be so cute. I really need Jinu back so I can see him interacting and becoming friends with Mira and Zoey. It starts by a cautious gratitude. They recognize his mistakes and that's why they keep their distance but also they are grateful he saved Rumi and slowly start to see how much Rumi and him like each other and that he has good intentions. At the end he, along with Derpy and Sussie, becomes a part of the Rumi Lovers Squad with Mira, Zoey and Bobby.

I need more of Zoey and Jinu friendship if he comes back to the sequel. I actually want all the Saja Boys back to have friendship with the girls and not just the little "romances" of Zoeystery and Miromabby. Don't get me wrong, I get they are made to be superficial, shallow stereotypes of roles idols play in a boy group. They are bland to contrast with the depth of the girls. Abby represents the sexualization of idols, Baby the infantilization, Romance the romantization and the parasocial relationships of people thinking that idol is for the fans and super boyfriend material and would never betray them by falling in love with someone else(when it's always nor true and here they show it by making Romance obsessed with Mira, a female idol) and Mystery is supposed to be the shy, introvert one, to show the lack of privacy the idols have. And they also show how easier man have it in certain industries, like they debuted with a viral song and were already competing with the girls who had a consolidated career for at least 5 years (since before the movie they won 5 idol awards in a row). But I want them back to see more of the K-pop industry in the movie through the lenses of a boy group. Because the girls show the perspective of a girl group, and it's different. I think they can still bring them back and have them not be that deep giving the girls and a little bit of Jinu the main focus, I just need them to have a few more lines and banger songs. I just want to see more than one demon free from Gwi-ma and how they deal with thaf freedom because surely will handle it differently from Jinu. They say one of the reasons they made the Saja Boys like that is because they wanted Jinu to look human in contrast to them, but it can still be like that. The guys could have forgotten about their human lives, and that's why they don't even have names. They don't remember. And Gwi-ma tortured them because they forgot how to be human and made them feel stupid and useless. And Jinu and the girls have to help them with some human stuff and not even give them backstories because they'll never remember. They would be just a tool to help Jinu and the girls. And the few personality traits they show through their lines and interactions would still fit the stereotype and bring the point home in a subtle way. They would still be basic in personality compared to the girls and Jinu.

I know it's probably not gonna happen, but I hope at least Jinu comes back, so I have my raven siblings (and my rujinu ofc)

[quimzthequilt]

I HATEEEEEE when people say they wish Itachi was "just a villain" and that Kishimoto "changed his story" so bad 😭 Like no??? His "original story" didn't even make any actual sense when thought about for more than 5 minutes. What do you mean you killed your clan but left only your 6-7 year old brother alive? Because you wanted to test your strength? Because he had "potential?" That doesn't make sense. Why would he do that? It'd make more sense to go fight another strong shinobi in the village i.e. Guy Sensei, Kakashi or idk the "strongest most guarded ninja in the village," THE HOKAGE? If he GENUINELY wanted to challenge himself then he wouldn't he have done that? Or better yet, continue his massacre? Why stop with just HIS clan? Why not the Hyuugas too? Why carry out the massacre at night when most are asleep and defenseless only to be startled awake and weakened by their lack of preparation? Because it was never his genuine intention!! It's a poorly thought out excuse that would only ever really work on a child who then tunnel visioned on getting his revenge and wouldn't be able to think too hard on the logistics. Y'know, like Sasuke did. More than that, it sounds like an excuse a child would make up. Yknow, like what Itachi was. It also sounds like something that you'd tell someone to get them to hate you. Y'know, LIKE WHAT ITACHI DID 😭 If he was SO focused on his strength, why would he allow any shinobi to leave after encountering him? If he WAS just a power hungry ninja, then he'd need to be written differently for it to make sense and work. For example, maybe he knew about the summoning of the 10 tails and started working with the Akatsuki so he could fight it once summoned.

But besides that reason not making any sense, it'd be kinda boring tbh? Like what's so special about so special about a guy who went crazy and killed his clan? After the initial shock it becomes so flat that it's forgettable. But "child soldier manipulated by the system that he worked so hard for is forced by its leaders to kill his entire clan to prevent potential war save for his little brother whom he loved dearly" sounds so interesting. His story is impactful and makes him rememberable. And that's one of the reasons Itachi is so popular and placed so high in the rankings tbh. Hell, even villains like Orochimaru have REASONS for their actions, his stemming from the deaths that happened around him, so his parents and Dan's. He wasn't just born evil. Even Orochimaru's actions could be seen as a coping mechanism. That's interesting! It makes him complex, and it makes him human. It's this humanization of villains that makes Naruto's storyline so good too!

I've already said this, but I really do feel like a lot of the Naruto communities literary issues come from the fact that so many of us watched Naruto at a young age and had a set view and aren't willing to change them now despite the fact that, as children, we had even LESS media literacy. And that's so frustrating when it comes to the writing and characterization of not just Itachi, but of so many other characters in the fandom.

But wtv, what do I know I guess 😔 (I could talk about this for hours).

[balrogballs]

Here to get you started about the fucking Booker.

I feel like this makes me sound like a damp squib but tbh I don't actually have anything to say about the Booker that others haven't said better... however, here's a couple of thoughts, basic as they may be!

Also, I know much of this applies to prize culture as a whole and that I am perfectly aware that there is literature beyond the Booker, and frankly I think 'national' book awards are just as annoying.... this is just my very specific pet peeve about the Booker's relationship with South Asian writing.

TLDR: the Booker is the perfect example of "representation" being just another extractive practice, the Booker shortlists say more about the prize than the nominees, and its prioritisation of the Indian Novel over Novels by Indians is fucking annoying in a lit-market sense.

ok so in general like most 'big' lit prizes and the culture around them, the Booker is less a neutral adjudicator of value and more a... core node in the lit world system. and bc the prize specifically deals with Commonwealth literature (or at least did so for the majority of its existence), that plays out in its stratification and reinforcement of the imperial core-periphery system. the Booker, like many cultural institutions under neoliberalism doesn't suppress dissent so much as it absorbs it and gives it a market value reflecting what said institution wants to sell.

as in, books "from the global south" are recognised by the Booker not for craftsmanship/complexity or whatever, but for their translatability into the consumption habits of London-based publishing houses and their audiences. this isn't to say that aesthetic innovation isn't prized or rewarded, it's more that it is done so only if said innovation is made legible through (iirc it was originally Emily Apter who phrased it something like this) a "translatese" of global suffering.

and ofc what this does is launder bourgeois anglophone sensibilities through the language of postcolonialism (an enterprise in which the Booker is just one of many franchisees...) but what really gets on my ass about it is how it rewards a very formulaic approach to writing The Great Postcolonial Novel, which I look at a little under the cut with South Asian writing.

v simple example is just a look at the canon of "Booker-approved" South Asian fiction from Arundhati Roy to Aravind Adiga to Kiran Desai to the Booker's golden boy, Salman Rushdie... all reflect a particular class-caste positionality.

And these authors are all different enough in terms of style and subject matter yet when read together you can see how sometimes it feels like they're writing 'for' the 'Booker literary audience', ie adhering to certain codes...

that's not to say they do it on purpose, but you can definitely see the impact of the Booker's existence on writers that have either won or been shortlisted for it. And I'm afraid what the Booker rewards in South Asian literature is how close you can get to Salman Rushdie without actively plagiarising him. and if all this meant was that Rushdie kept churning out a Certain Type of postcolonial novel, i'd not even find it that annoying, because like whatever it's one guy.

but yeah like i said, you can see this Booker effect on so many bits of Indian writing especially that are either gunning for the Booker or came from authors previously awarded/shortlisted.

and this isn't always a negative! i actually think Arundhati Roy's Ministry uses the 'south asian booker formula' to go for a series of very direct very clever jabs to the throat, and actually uses the SA-lit tropes of 'national ensemble cast' and 'X as microcosm of the nation' amongst others, in very effective ways that don't just knock Rushdie off the pedestal but points and laughs while doing it.

And whilst I have issues with the conflict between Roy's gaze, audience and politics and how it plays out in her writing (mainly in a Kerala setting + with the WwtC non-fic, probably less so with Ministry though I read it ages ago...) and while I think her readership holding her up as an authority as opposed to an advocate is simply counterproductive... Roy is imo a top-class writer who blows most other SA Booker-nominees out of the water if we're talking skill... the majority just aren't at this level technically and politically and will never be

So we just get a lot of pale imitations that use these pre-existing tropes in unimaginative ways, formulaic, with a politics tailored for translatability and legibility: the Booker, I would say, is partly responsible for everything I don't like about diasporic/South Asian literature.

And again, I'm very aware that there's literature beyond the Booker, and that prizes aren't a measure of literary worth. However, the Booker operates on a global scale... and in a global lit market saturated by 'big name' lit fests and translation rights, a Booker shortlisting absolutely does shape national literary imaginaries, redirecting publishing priorities toward the prize-able.

And I use South Asia as an easy example but this is definitely the case in the African continent as well, having worked with a few lit orgs based in CA, ie regional and radical writers either encouraged to aestheticise their politics for export, or finding themselves locked out of visibility altogether. Bluntly, it's a kind of cultural gentrification where emerging writers are pushed to produce The Next Great Indian Novel rather than literally any other form of literary intervention.

(amusingly there is some minor commentary on this in the next Prayers with Mags & MILF...)

Finally, I would like to end with a single point of praise for the prize. Namely, it not giving a single fart in the direction of Shashi Tharoor, even though the man has been flopping on the floor, screaming, crying, shaking and throwing up to try and get one with each (awful) novel he has written, and I personally enjoy it greatly when he has a bad time.

[riddles-n-games]

The Accountability Problem

I see we are again debating who is being held accountable and who isn't. As a Jameson stan, let me be the first to say I absolutely will hold Jamie accountable for when he has been wrong and out of line. I hate some of his decisions and actions, especially in the last few books as of late. For those that are Grayson stans and keep him accountable for his actions, good on you. For the fans who agree in general all characters should be held accountable for certain actions, wonderful. Glad we're on the same page. But let's get something straight.

As unbiased and neutral as I try to be, I often saw that Jameson fans were far more attacked about their favorite than Grayson fans especially back when I joined tumblr in 2022. And let's be honest, as much as Avery and Jamie are among the faves, I would argue that no matter where you turn, whatever the social media, the fan fave character was always Grayson. He's quite literally the Harry Styles of this cast of characters.

Not that I'm mad at anyone for it but it always felt like Jameson fans had to work harder defending their choice and you could see that especially pre-release of TFG. Once TFG came out, I felt those statement posts felt even more valid (the good stuff about him, that is) but once TBH came out, some of that fell into the water. As I've said before, it always did feel like Jamie's development finished in TFG and ever since then, he stopped having progress.

It felt like JLB wrote herself into a corner with him because this series was already meant to be finished (look at TFG acknowledgments). Once Avery's story was done, we technically considered Jameson's that way too, right? Hence, she never knew what to do with him because of his arc being over and that's why I always had the feeling of being stuck in a loop post TFG regarding Jamie's character development or lack there of. But that was not the case with Gray. We knew exactly that TFG was his rock bottom and because he was the fan fave, he was going to get a redemption AND a love interest. JLB had a story to still tell and he had progress which he deserved but that's why Jamie hasn't been as much of a lovable character I'd say. That's why Lyra and TGG exist. That's why Lyra was always loved from the start; because we knew her role through the Grayson lens.

Now don't get me wrong, I certainly get that not everyone loves Lyra or Lyra and Gray as a couple but I think I see more love for them to the point they outshine Avery and Jameson. They weren't even a couple before we started dishing out so many fanfics about them, meanwhile how much time did it take for Averyjameson fics to roll out? 2-3 years on here. In general, it took like a good two years to start rolling out the fics for this series on tumblr, not that this is the point I am trying to make with that statement. Now, yes, times have changed but certain dynamics haven't and that would be the Jameson vs Grayson fans.

I think more valid criticism of Grayson's actions was only really pushed forward once the series originally ended but Jameson's was from the start because of his unruly nature. Now I get that he is a tough character to like so no judgment but the calling out was always there. Maybe Gray had some but not nearly as much. I know right now it seems more Jameson fans are defending his behavior and not all of it is justified because some stuff is for sure his AND Avery's fault (yup I am def saying our Heiress too) but let's not pretend that Jameson hasn't been called out 100 times more at this point than Grayson. If there was anything that Jamie has been right about, it's that even when Emily was playing both of them, it was always Gray. And you guys have always been the louder critics about Jamie's actions ever since TIG came out. There's never been a competition on that front, I just hope you can see that outside your bubble.

Thanks for reading and from now on, let's just say every character deserves criticism no matter how loved or not they are. Keep or change your opinion, that is your right. Just don't be blind.

[yushi-ni]

ෆ NCT RYO ෆ 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗀𝖾

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summary; ryo’s special 18th birthday, a night to never forget

genre; unsure tbh lmk hahaha

warnings; idk sorry my brain is so fried

notes; hi loves!!!! here’s a ryo fic for his birthday, i genuinely can’t believe how fast time flies by. i really wanted to write something in celebration of his big day but i didn’t want it to be too much of a dialogue, yk what i mean??? i wanted him to be the centre of attention in the story rather than too much yn moments yk hehehe i really hope you guys like this one!!!!! HAPPY RYO DAY

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you had been planning the surprise for weeks. every small little detail had to be perfect, from the playlist to the yummy drinks, everything has been carefully thought through by you. your heart was pounding in your chest with anticipation and excitement, healthy nerves have been rushing through your body the whole day already. you so desperately wanted this night to be perfect, all to celebrate and love the boy who had unknowingly become the center of your world. tonight wasn’t just about turning 18, coming of age or just another year celebration- it was about creating a memory so special and fun, he would never forget.

ryo had no idea what you planned for him, all you told him was to; “be ready by 7!” he didn’t like surprises and usually manages to outsmart the people who try to set up a ‘surprise’ for him. and after many attempts (ahum, endless whining and millions of questions) to get some more information out of you, you manage to convince him you just wanted to take him to a new restaurant you have been wanting to try for a while now, you insisted it was the perfect place to go for your boyfriends birthday dinner, so ofcourse he was down and already excited by the idea of his first birthday spent with you, little did he know you planned something way bigger and better for him.

the day started as any other, you came over to the dorms to spend some time with your bf and his friends before each of them slowly went their own way one after the other, giving you two the space and time to do whatever you wanted to do on your bf’s special day. upon your arrival, his friends had already given him their birthday gifts, each chosen with love, from new shoes that ryo has been eyeing since forever to a lego set he has been dying to buy, it was very clear his friends put lots of thought and time in finding the perfect gifts.

as the day went on, your nerves and anxiety was building up little by little, you really tried to stay focused and calm, with emphasis on ‘trying’ because no matter how hard you tried, you could be a top class actor or anything of that sort, ryo can see through you as if you were made of glass. it was almost as if your mind had actual speech bubbles that only he could see and ryo being the little mischievous guy he is was not making it any easier for you, trying to trick you into ‘accidentally’ exposing whatever it was that you were keeping from him. your; “i swear it’s nothing!!!!” and giggles only confirming his suspicions, only smiling when he saw your sparkling eyes, glistening with a secret you refused to spill.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

by the end of the day he had already forgotten about his mission to find out.. what he had yet found out (lmao) you went out for dinner at a recently opened place in the area. the restaurant was tucked away on a quiet street, the lights and warmth glowing through the windows. the inside was cozy and lit by candlelights on each table and every possible corner in the room. it wasn’t flashy or crowded, just peaceful, cozy, calm and more than perfect for today. just you and him, just how he wants it the most. time flew by, you talked for what felt like hours and hours on end. laughing over memories you made, making plans about places you want to visit on future dates, sharing thoughts and feelings about things that made him realise how grateful he is, grateful for this moment, grateful for you but more than anything grateful for you two, together.

little did he know the actual surprise was yet to come!!! as you were making your way back home, he was too distracted by his own thoughts to notice the way your palms got a little more sweaty or how you kept stealing glances at your phone, when you look at him, you can’t help but smile to yourself as you realised he was completely immersed in his own world, just mindlessly swinging your intertwined hands back and forth, just thinking to himself about anything but nothing at the same time. the after dinner mood lingering on, lowkey wondering what his friends were up to right now, he hadn’t heard from them ever since they all walked out earlier today. it wasn’t necessarily unusual to go a few hours without any texts or calls but even when there’s no ‘active’ conversation going on over text, there’s always the endless tiktok spam but even the (usually never ending) tiktok memes have been very quiet today. but before he could even question it in a serious matter, you had already arrived to his dorm.

you stepped through the door, ryo expected a quiet (as much as that is possible with his members) living room, maybe a movie playing on the tv to which no one really pays attention to- but instead he was met with multiple voices yelling; “surprise!!!!!” as the lights flashed on, he was standing infront of a crowd of familiar faces, his manager, trainees he used to train with but never really had the chance to catch up with anymore due to his busy schedule, some of your close friends who over time had become some of his good friends as well, even the neighbour son who came over to play games every now and then waved at him from the corner. and ofcourse his members, smiling and shouting the hardest out of everyone in the room, holding up a huge banner with; “happy 18th, maltese” with balloons and confetti poppers in their hands. for a moment he just stood there, frozen in place, eyes wide with disbelief, until he felt your hand reaching for his, his infamous smile plastered on his face, squeezing your hand, still in shock

“happy birthday” you whispered, your face lit up with excitement and a hint of nerves. ryo looked from you, to the room full of people, back at you. trying to take it all in, one of his favorite songs playing through the speakers, tables filled with his favorite snacks and drinks, walls covered in pictures of his childhood up until literally last week, moments throughout the years, memories shared with all his loved ones. he shook his head, letting out a little scoff in disbelief; “you did all this??” you just nodded, your smile speaking more loudly than any words ever could.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

as everyone settled in, the initial shock faded away little by little. everyone came to wish him a happy birthday, hugging him and handing him gift after gift. he was chit chatting with anyone and everyone at this point, trying to make sure he personally thanks everyone for coming, his gratitude going beyond the obvious.

ryo was mid conversation with a friend, when the whole room suddenly went silent. confused, he turned around to see what was happening, he couldn’t quite figure out why everyone around him decided to go on full mute mode but just as he was about to say something, he looked at the entrance, following the eyes of the people around him-

and there they were; his mom and dad, standing just inside the doorway, smiling through tears. for a moment he couldn’t process what was going on, everything around him faded; the music, the chatter, the flashing lights. he blinked, unsure if his mind was playing tricks on him. he never expected to see them anytime soon, let alone tonight.

his mouth dropped to the floor as they stepped forward, his mama holding a beautiful bouquet of wild flowers, a small tradition she used to do when he was a kid, handpicking flowers from their own garden for special occasions, her arms open to embrace her son, her voice trembling as she said; “happy birthday my ryo-chan” the moment crashed over him like a wave. he ran to them, wrapping them both in a tight hug, tears stinging in his eyes as his parents hugged him back even more tighter, a hug that felt like home after so much time apart.

you stood on the side, watching the reunion unfold with misty eyes. you quickly wiped your eyes, smiling at the sight infront of you, seeing ryo hold on to the people he missed the most. you arranged for his parents to come all the way here to surprise your bf on his day. weeks of secret - late night calls, fun but nerve wracking preparations to make his birthday an unforgettable celebration. this wasn’t just a birthday surprise, it was a moment of healing, connection and love coming full circle. because no matter his age and place in this world, no one and nothing can ever top to the love of a mother and father.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

as the night slowly came to a close, the stars scattered brightly across the sky, ryo found himself sitting in the kitchen, the last of the guests leaving and the sound of fading laughter slowly drifting away. the room filled with empty plates, glowing lights that still flickered from above, the music still playing but now on a softer note, he looked at you- you looked tired, a little messy from the whole chaos of the night but as soon as your eyes locked, you smiled without missing a beat. in that moment something inside of him bursted, a feeling almost too big and intense to even put into words. he smiled as you made your way over to him, his eyes lit up, his smile more bright than any of the stars in the night sky, it wasn’t just happiness, it was something deeper.

it wasn’t just the decoration, the cake, the other yummy foods or the fun playlist you made just for tonight. it was the way you did this all for him, the way you had gone out of your way to see him smile, to make him feel loved, the way you thought of every single thing. the way you remembered his fav childhood snacks, the way you flew his parents out to spend this day with him, the way you stood back during the big moments of this night, so he could have them fully. you made him feel seen, completely - entirely seen. you don’t just love him, you know him. for him, this wasn’t just a birthday surprise anymore. it was a moment of realisation, a moment of clarity, a moment where love goes deeper than gestures or words, a moment where love was about intention - effort and the kind of quiet devoted that leaves him speechless and forever grateful.

and as he is entering this new stage in his life, he realised this birthday wasn’t about getting older. it was a crossing point, a quiet, emotional shift where the world around him hasn’t changed, but he has. the thought of his parents dropping everything to be here, how his friends celebrated, not just with jokes and cake but with genuine love. it reminded him that stepping into adulthood didn’t mean leaving behind who he was. instead, it meant fully understanding what mattered the most; connection - love and kind people who show up. he felt lighter and heavier all at once, like someone who had just been handed the weight of responsibility but also the strength to carry it.

this day marked the beginning of something. a new chapter where he no longer felt like a boy waiting for his life to begin, but a young man who finally understood what it meant to be held by love, supported by pure hearts, and seen for who he truly was. he was ready, for whatever is coming next, as long as that meant that you were there with him, through every new chapter in his life.