#//ah yes perfect more memes

[theghooligan]

helaena after that crazy weirwood-dragon-dream she had starring her uncle daemon:

[thurio-edau]

SBG GANG MENTAL ANALYSIS

yup, him for part two. funny thing despite Aiden being my favourite character I'm most excited for the other three posts I'll make, especially the last one. there's a lot to unpack here so

also im writing this with a migraine pls read it-

Part 2: Aiden Clark

ah, yes. the obviously-mentally-ill from the start fan favourite Aiden Clark. let's go.

first, I want to start with something I find really important about his character, what makes him heavily mischaracterized in the fandom. the 'psychopath' cliche.

the terms 'psychopath', 'insane' and 'unstable' are often confused with each other due to media stereotypes, such as Aiden here. one, he is not a psychopath. psychopath literally means a self-centered person who lacks sympathy, affection and care; making them far from most other characters in their franchise. their lack of sympathy/empathy often makes them criminalized, here

disturbing content warning, for an example of a psychopath.

let's take Gressil from Homesick for example since a lot of SBG readers also read Homesick. so, here, Gressil is a perfect example of an actual psychopath. his lack of empathy makes him torment others, he's very self-centered. and when asked why he's doing this? he says he was bored. let's look at Aiden here. what does Aiden do when bored? probably dumb ideas or annoy Tyler. not torturing people for fun. Aiden is just a boy who likes thrills, but he has a sense of empathy, care and justice.

you wanna see a psychopathic Aiden?? the canvas is it

(our local Logan hater is publishing the canvas eps go checc beachy out)

but that's him, not our Aiden. canvas does not equal originals y'all

alright, now since we got that cleared out!! firstly, ADHD.

I think everyone in the fandom is already aware that Aiden is ADHD but I'm still going to talk about it just like Ashlyn's autism. Red has also said that she wrote Aiden with ADHD in mind but hadn't canonically confirmed anyone as neurodivergent. let's start with the main symptoms of ADHD, also known as Attention Decifit and Hyperactivity Disorder.

I know about 5 different ADHD people myself and did some research, it probably won't be extremely accurate since I'm not ADHD myself, but I'll try to do whatever I can. first with the AD part, Attention Decifit.

now as seen, he doesn't exactly have any problems with theorizing itself. but the problem is that his attention just goes away easily.

i mean cmon bro was making memes on the job

he tries to do work, but can't. he has a low attention span which makes him not able to concentrate. he can't keep it up for long, he'll get distracted or bored too easily about things that doesn't interest in specially.

it's just distracting. what his attention is on constantly changes, there's more to that after the ADHD part but we're here for now.

the hyperactivity... it's a lot more apparent. but I should explain the insane-unstable thing before that.

insane means that someone's mental health is not in an okay situation, where it prevents the person from thinking normally, acting rationally, very often found together with delusions. the person is seriously mentally ill where it might count as a disability.

unstable, however, where someone is prone to psychiatric problems, has moodswings etc. they're not exactly the most sane person, but they aren't insane either. Aiden here, obviously falls on the unstable side. maybe just a little bit insane if you squint. this will be brought up later too, but it mixed well with his hyperactivity too.

and as we all know, our boy isn't exactly the most stable person. (sorry for the collages, but since there is a tumblr picture limit i have to keep on collaging. yes i learnt from the last time) his hyperactivity mixes with his unstable mindset which makes him incresingly vulnerable to danger- which he likes. from when the first shift happened, he's been really careless about stuff but it's been all about his love for thrill.

and it irritates Tyler, too.

the main subplot about his character is that he's a person of excitement. guess what? ADHD people like the excitement, they like new things, they like the adrenaline and thrill. now, Aiden's main characteristic of being unstable mixed with ADHD makes him an even more reckless person. another thing mixing with the hyperactivity, is boundaries.

this part will mostly be about Ashlyn since the boundary issue only happens with her.

I talked about this on Ashlyn's side on my Ashlyn analysis, now it's time for Aiden's side.

he's really annoying to her at first. Ashlyn is someone with lots of boundaries, like high walls. and who tries to climb them with his dumbass? Aiden of course.

she kept rejecting his efforts to befriend her for some time, until the night they stole the jeep. then she managed to actually bring the walls down, and accept them all into her life. but damn was she blunt.

felt that honestly

and Aiden understands her that night, too.

Ashlyn was hesistant to hug him, yes, he was aware. but she still did which made him realize she was also trying. i have to tell you, people with ADHD and people with autism either have trouble getting along, or go perfectly well. my ADHD sibling for example, I have to push them away for a lot and tell them to lower their voice. but once they remember my boundaries it actually becomes a normal, even pleasant hangout. which, Aiden realizes and tries to get along with. he tries.

seeing his efforts on her boundaries makes something click in her mind. and she starts to be a lot nicer when they hang out in the arcade.

Aiden eventually learns and remembers what she's like and what she loves to do. he already tried to watch her ballet sessions once -got slammed-, he's been to her room where he remembered the mat from and her fighting makes it obvious. I'm sure he knew he'd get cooked by betting that. but he still did,

because he knew it'd interest her. which he succeeded, he saw her smile again. the arcade day went great until Barron and his gang pulled up, but if we ignore that part it all went well. Aiden started to understand and respect her boundaries.

anyways then Tyler fucking dies

he knows that Ashlyn feels guilty. Aiden wants to comfort her through it, but also do it correctly. without going over any boundaries. which makes him really,

really,

really surprised when she responds.

also including this pannel cause its hilarious

here we see that he's still trying. hell, I'm sure he spent minutes thinking if he should come close physically to help her. that's probably why he just nudged her softly before anything else. he's not used to it, he has to conciously make an effort to not cross said boundaries. keeping his voice lower, try to not be so reckless, not doing anything physically close unless she reciprocates. wow how i wish another someone i knew irl tried that hard instead of blaming it on me cOUGH COUGH COUGH

also other small things to include

he's yapping a lot

he has a comically large amount of puzzles in his backpack for one single trip

and sticks his head into lamps for some reason

but that's just Aiden and his little neurodivergent brain for ya.

now the part I wanted to get to the most.

Borderline Personality Disorder.

first, what is Borderline Personality Disorder?

shortened as BPD, borderline is when someone's mood is inconsistent and swinging. think of it's name; the person's mental state is in the border, in the border line, switching up fastly. the most easily understood and common type is when the person goes from a depression to a happy state. but no matter which state they are in and/or go to, one thing stays the same: it is unstable.

one thing about borderline is that it is frequently mixed with bipolar. however bipolar is a neurodivengercy which means it is what someone is born with and cannot be changed. but borderline is obtained later in life. it usually happens with depression. bipolar is much more random and the episodes last longer in comparison. it may last up to hours, and the person's memory might have trouble remembering their episodes. borderline, on the other hand, is a short-lived mood swing.

now here. here's the catch; people with BPD during mood swings can have reckless behaviour, suicidal thoughts -in his case as far as we know, lowered sense of protecting himself- or a loss of understanding danger. sounds familiar?

borderline's recklessness and dangerousness, sometimes self-destructive acts combines with ADHD's love for thrill and excitement, combined with Aiden's own personality all make up for a great condition of instability.

Aiden's behaviour constantly goes crazy, I think his most frequent mood swing might be his normal self (at least, as normal as he could be) to this more maniac way of acting. I noticed it from his eyes, when he's in a more calm-ish normal state his pupils are a bit more dilated. in the pictures above, you can clearly see that he's still in the episode; filled with the adrenaline, the unstable way of thinking.

but, what causes that? surely a mental illness such as borderline doesn't happen on it's own.

right?

cause it didn't.

it never works that way.

but it can get better.

eventually.

but what happened to him?

personally, as much as a large amounnt of people seems to believe it's something like family abuse I don't think so. maybe neglect, maybe withdrawal, maybe maybe. but we've seen his parents. I don't think they would hurt him like that. I can't put any more pictures, but this is the last part anyway. his parents seem to be kind and gentle, despite that picture in his house. I'm thinking the picture was only for the dramatic effect. his parents said that he used to be really calm and quiet during Lily's birthday, and both Aiden and Ben seem comfortable around them. they were happy taking Ben in too, any kind of abusive parent wouldn't do that at least that's what I believe. also there is that Aiden got serious and concerned when he learnt that their parents were also in the facility, most likely worried for his own as you would have thought.

there was a post that I've been trying to find for like half an hour, I commented on it but I can't find the post now. the person talked about their own theory. if I remember correctly it was that when Aiden was depressive as a child, his parents took him to a thrilling activity like the ones he's been talking about (bungee-jumping, skydiving etc.) and the thrill made him actually get excited. which is why his parents allowed him to go even more reckless, because they are aware of how prone their son could be to the depression.

what happened? let's ignore the parents factor. someone can have a loving family and still be traumatized, someone can be taken care of and still feel abandoned, someone can never have confronted a situation they are terrified of.

one of my theories is that, the loneliness. it must get to a child heavily considering children need to not be left alone, but Aiden was. he didn't have any actual friends since they always moved from one place to another from his parents' business, and they might have not had enough time to make for him (which I believe is bullshitting, every child deserves to be taken some time out for. some people quit their jobs entirely for their child.) and be unaware, and that doesn't change that he was still depressed and alone. his depressive state was seemingly before Ben was taken in. now here one thing with borderline, at least from my experience, is faking actions. smiles, laughs, friendships, conversations... almost as if there's two different lives; one fake, and one real. you keep on switching, you keep on swinging between the sides where you're yourself and where you're just mimicking 'normal human behaviour'.

it starts from faking a happy state during their depression, and by time you're faking it it becomes an automatic adition to your personality. to your mind. once it furthers, it becomes the disorder. Aiden we see is always smiling. it becomes a habit that only breaks sometimes. now, I'm not saying his smile is fake- I think his face is literally just stuck like that. it breaks ever so slightly sometimes. fake it till ya make it yanno? that kind of thing. and when he swings from his calm mood to his borderline-d mood, his pupils get small and his smile gets worse. noticably worse. I'll be rereading the series (AGAIN) and this time look at all the small details since Red loves putting them and I love theorizing so

which, wraps up the Aiden thing! im actually really proud of how i could put my thoughts into text which i never could. i'd love any additions because i love other opinions as well.

and you know what? im glad Ash and Ai are out of the place because the rest are what I'm actually looking forward to >:)

...and i should sleep. really.

(wow sorry yall i finished this hours ago and said 'alright reread to make sure its good before sleep' and fell asleep through it lol sorry for 4 hour delay ig)

(leaving for school rn see yall 8 hours later 🫡)

[darin-nidk]

Family dynamic. | Vox's sibling!Reader.

Content: Implicit imposter syndrome, subtle hints of depression. General description of S.Reader's relationship with The Vee's.

A/N: Probably the last thing you'll see of this particular reader unless I get requests for potential relationships with other Hazbin hotel characters.

Frankly, Hell wasn't exactly what you had in mind, if anything, this particular ring of Hell was like Earth with extra steps and fancier titles: people (read: sinners) still got killed, sometimes there was a transactional reason behind, sometimes just because ; consent was also a bit of a myth here too ; politics? Not exactly. Religion? Uh, duh — after all, the fancy titles previously mentioned were: Archangels, Seraphims, Angels, Sinners and Hellborns (was Adam his own category? His title was First Man and, according to some sources, he had self-proclaimed as Dickmaster or the original dick).

The only upside thus far was that your physical form was kind of cool (literally, a humanoid robot so... an android that had to regulate its body temperature to not overheat), no bones ached, no muscles hurt and you couldn't get sick (a virus, maybe...?) plus your cult leader brother was, to no one's surprise, a cult leader! With the power of hypnosis which, in retrospective, was kind of like his gig back on Earth with manipulation skills that had been perfectly crafted and mastered throughout years and years of studying the human psique and emotions.

The TV head was... new. Unexpected, certainly hilarious even if the context was gruesome to an extent. It made sense, same goes with you: the right-hand, the prophet of this newfound god. Although your form was different since you died electrocuted because of a faulty electrical connection.

Ah yes, what is there to do in Hell..? The Radio Demon had gone missing as well as Lilith, part of you heavily believes that those two separate events are, in fact, connected despite the lack of evidence. A hunch though without something to back it up, you kept quiet — after all, you weren't a big mastermind, though you did enjoy chaos and creating a ridiculous amount of back-up plans in case something went terribly wrong. Cautious? Anxious? Oh, yeah. Your stubborn egotistical brother was careless when going through his many power-trips or when his rage made his (seemingly) perfect persona crack, hence why you just had to have ways to ammend any and all mistakes. Problems made you uneasy, utterly sick — gotta fix 'em, gotta have potential solution for every possible scenario no matter how insane they could be. You never know! You have to know, a sense of being capable of choosing, to own something, just about any single aspect of your life just had to be yours to control.

Nonetheless... Hell, huh. What to do? Unlike Vox, your powers were quite limited and served as support for his, rinse and repeat a life on that one. Besides that, you weren't an official Vee member, more like an honorary one — and thanks to you being a charmer, a problem solver (people-pleaser) and overall someone who rather live comfortably, well... You started babysitting looking after Valentino whenever Vox was too busy (read: didn't want to put up with his bullshit) and this lead to uhhh, unwillingly being dragged to his studio. The porn actors loved you, which made Valentino hate you but also love you as well because "motherfuckers are more willing to cooperate when there's una cara bonita como la tuya around these parts" while squeezing your 'cheeks' (screen). Yeah, you didn't get why Vox wanted this mothman carnally, though his voice was podcast material, the accent? Delicious.

Now when it came to the backbone of The Vee's, it was a trickier situation — mostly due to not having an actual reason to interact with Velvette. Sure, you guys exchanged texts like roasting Vox and Valentino, gossip, some blackmail material... Memes, selfies, the very basic. Being physically in the same room was comfortable, pleasant silences while sitting next to each other and showing funny videos from your respective devices ; or sharing private conversations that were hilarious with or without context, that's for sure! Oh and, let's not forget that this fashionista icon and unforgiving social manager will absolutely roast you if you are dressed like last century. Still, she was kind to you and, in return, you behaved the same way — work collegues, or flatmates would be a way to describe how you two got along.

If you like my stories, consider donating to my Ko-Fi! Even cents are plenty of help!

Y si hablas español, 'tonces no seas garca y dame $2 para honrar el billete que no esta en circulación y que ni siquiera es de colección a mi MP .

[hornyfor-redacted-onmain]

You, Me & My Boyfriends

Pieces of My Heart - Chapter 18 Stray Kids OT8 x reader, Soulmate AU

Masterlist | Next Part

The JYP building felt like something out of a movie. Or a dream. Or both.

The hallways seemed never ending, all branching out from one main area and filled with doors on both ends. The small kitchen area near the elevators was nice, you had to admit. You were never far from a coffee machine, or a studio, or a small circular table with plastic chairs to sit in.

It was one of those notoriously uncomfortable chairs (seriously, the company was worth millions. They couldn’t get comfortable chairs?) that you currently find yourself anxiously shifting around on, trying to look normal. You weren’t doing a very good job, judging by the curious look a passing girl gave you as she made her way to the coffee machine, picking up a cup with perfectly manicured hands and swiping long glossy hair over her shoulder- holy shit! Was that Sana?

Sana, THE Sana from Twice, poured a cup of coffee as your phone vibrated noisily on the table in front of you. You frantically picked it up to quiet it, catching the idol’s eyes once again. She smiled at you in amusement, and you flushed.

Oh my god she was so pretty.

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It took you an embarrassingly long time to focus on the image Felix had sent you long enough to realize it was a meme, and by that point the lounge/waiting area (you weren’t even sure what to call it) was once again empty. You wanted to bang your head against the table.

You checked the time once again, making sure that the 15 minutes Seungmin asked you to wait hadn’t passed by already.

Nope, only 9.

When the singer had asked you out on a date, you assumed it would be similar to your outing with HyunLix. He’d pick you up, you’d go do something, and then you’d head back to the apartment afterwards. But he was determined to take you out before any of the others, and with both Jeongin and Changbin fighting to have you on their next free day, he had to reschedule your plans.

That meant the very next day, apparently.

You had woken up to a cryptic message telling you to be ready by noon. It wasn’t until you were being picked up by a company car that Seungmin finally admitted he wanted to take you out to eat on his lunch break. He had an hour, and he asked you to be there just before he got off to make sure he was with you every possible second.

However, that did mean you had to wait until he was actually free. He said it would be 15 minutes.

You check your phone again with a sigh.

10 minutes had passed. 5 more to go.

This time you actually did let your head drop softly against the table. The sound of the elevator dinging made you quickly sit up straight, trying not to look at off as you felt.

The entire company building made your skin crawl. You weren’t sure if it was the overly formal language used by the staff members in the building, or the crisp white walls of those never-ending hallways, or just the perfect beauty radiating off every person you saw. You just didn’t fit in. It felt wrong for you to be there, like you were somehow contaminating the place.

“Excuse me. Are you waiting for someone?”

You froze, shifting your wide-eyed gaze slowly to the girl standing next to you. You hadn’t even noticed her approaching.

“Ah, yes!” You winced at how loud your voice had come out. “Sorry. I’m waiting for … a friend.”

“Oh. Who are you waiting for?”

You hesitated, not sure if you should even be talking about this. Chan had reassured you that the company had been made aware of your existence, and that you had access to the building if you needed it (you were given a guest id card and everything), but you were never told just how much the company knew. Were all the staff aware? Other idols? Just their managers?

“… Kim Seungmin,” You finally said.

You figured it would be fine. Seungmin surely had friends, right? It wasn’t like you had introduced yourself as his soulmate, or girlfriend.

The girl gave you a forced smile, nodded her head, and then made to follow the group of girls that had come of the elevator. When she reached her friends, she whispered something that made all of them laugh loudly, two of them even turning back to look at you with smirks on their faces.

Your stomach dropped.

God, you felt like a kid in high school, having just fumbled the bag with the popular girls. It was all kinds of wrong.

You couldn’t have been more relieved when Seungmin appeared, down to the minute. They must really take those lunch breaks seriously.

“What could be so important that it takes an entire day,” You wondered as the two of you got into the elevator.

“I’ve been recording an OST song,” Seungmin said, his lips pulling up into a pleased smile. “They wanted me to sing the song. They actually asked for me.”

“Seungmin!” You squeezed his arm. “That’s amazing.”

“It’s a little last minute, so I have to get the recording done today. That’s why I didn’t have a lot of time.”

“Oh, honey. We can reschedule this date for when you’re not busy. This is important!” You urged him, suddenly feeling guilty about pulling him away from such a great opportunity.

The doors to the elevator opened, and Seungmin pulled you out into the lobby without a care. “You’re important too. And don’t worry, I’ll take you out on a real date someday. We’ll go to dinner at some fancy restaurant, get all dressed up and make the others jealous.”

“Right, because that’s what really matters, doesn’t it,” You joked. “Making the other’s jealous.”

Seungmin faltered slightly. “Well, no. Of course not. It’s just … a bonus.”

You rolled your eyes. “Uh huh. That’s why you’re taking me out on your very busy schedule, just so you can say you got to do it before the other’s. Right?”

The streets were getting crowded the further the two of you walked. For a second, you let go of his hand to walk behind him, making room for people walking in the opposite direction. As you turned down a street with less people and more room to breathe, you glanced at your soulmate.

Seungmin’s face mask prevented you from seeing whatever expression he was making, but you could tell that something was wrong. His forehead looked tight, his shoulders tense. You reached out to grab his hand again, but besides a quick glance at you, he didn’t seem to react.

You stopped completely, the motion causing him to be tugged back in your direction. Seungmin sighed.

“What’s wrong,” You asked him.

“I’m sorry.”

You let out a laugh. “What?”

“You deserve better than a rushed date pulled together last minute. I just … I don’t know. I hated how everyone seemed to have a moment with you. Just … I don’t know. I wanted something that was just for us, something I could talk about when the others start to talk about you.”

“The others talk about me?” You wondered. Seungmin shot you a look, and you sighed. “Seungmin, honey. Have you ever thought that maybe you might be the one who’s jealous?”

“Maybe,” He murmured. “I just feel … yeah. Fuck. Maybe I am jealous.”

There was something more there, something that made you prod at him just a little further.

“I don’t think this is just about me, is it?” He shook his head. “Seungmin, I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me. Remember how we talked about this, before? That if any of us had a problem, we needed to communicate? That’s the only way this thing is going to work.”

“I know. I just feel like-“ He took a deep breath, pulling you close by your still joined hands. “Sometimes I feel like we did all of this wrong. You moved halfway across the world to be with us, all because of this stupid soulmate bond, and yet we treat you like you’re an accomplishment. A goal. You were an idea all of us held, a hope we had, and I think we forget sometimes that the idea of you in our head isn’t the actual you.”

You felt yourself looking down in shame. As he began to talk, you found yourself realizing that you had been treating them much the same way. The idea of Stray Kids, the idea that you had in your head of who they were and who you wanted them to be, always seemed to be stronger than the men you actually knew.

The man in front of you right now, clouded by an idea.

You shook your head. “Maybe your right. But that doesn’t mean you’ve done anything wrong. You’re still getting to know me, you know. And I’m still getting to know you. We have to figure this out at our own pace, you know. The whole soulmate bonds just … sped things up.”

“If I was actually trying to get to know you, I wouldn’t have taken you out today. I would have waited until I could actually spend time with you,” Seungmin pointed out.

“Yes, you would have,” You agreed. “So, you made a mistake. You let your jealousy guide you and rushed into something just for the chance to say you did it. It was stupid.”

Now it was Seungmin’s turn to hang his head in shame. You nudged his shoulder gently. “But who hasn’t made a stupid mistake? You realized what you did, at least. And I’m here now, so you might as well use the time to do something about it.”

“Like what?”

You pulled him forward. “Let’s go to the café. I’ll order something, and you can remember it for the next time I ask. And we can just sit down and talk. Not as a date. Just two people, getting to know each other.”

Seungmin squeezed your hand. “Isn’t it a little late for that? I mean, we’re not just two people. You’re my girlfriend.”

“And you’re my boyfriend,” I agreed. “No take backs.”

“Getting to know my girlfriend. Properly,” Seungmin laughed. “Okay. Still seems a little backwards.”

“I have 8 soulmates. This was never going to be normal,” You pointed out.

“You’re right.”

“I usually am.”

He shot you a smirk. “Right, okay. Not letting it get to your head, now, are you?”

“Never!”

The two of you laughed, walking down the street hand in hand.

-0-0-

You let out a sigh, carding your fingers through Jeongin’s hair. The maknae had fallen asleep on you when you came to visit the dorms earlier than evening. After your ‘not date’ with Seungmin, you decided to drop by and see what the other boys were up to.

Hyunjin had been painting, inviting you to join him, but your clothes were far too nice for you to risk getting paint on them, so you had given him a rain check. Chan and Changbin had gone to the gym, and Hyunjin had informed you that Jisung was in the other dorm, which is where you had headed next. You weren’t sure if Jisung actually was there, or what the other boys were doing, because Jeongin had stolen you the moment he had opened the door for you.

“I haven’t gotten to spend time with you since you got back. You’re mine now.”

And that’s where you found yourself, resting against the living room couches with Jeongin fast asleep with his head in your lap. There was a show playing on mute on the tv, but you weren’t paying attention.

That was how Felix found you when he came out of his room, beaming as he spotted the pair of you. “Hey, when did you get here?”

“’Bout an hour ago,” You mused. “I’ve been busy.”

“I can see,” He teased, leaning close to kiss you. “Are you staying for dinner?”

“If you’ll have me.”

“Anytime.”

Jisung and Minho were the next to emerge, both of them looking soft and cute with their messy hair and rumpled clothes. Judging by the red mark on Minho’s cheek, you guessed that they had been napping, and you smiled in amusement as Jisung spotted you. His eyes went wide, his hands immediately jumping up to his hair. He squeaked out your name in surprise.

You almost laughed when he turned around and ran back towards Minho’s room.

Minho himself didn’t seem bothered to be seen all messy. He leaned forward, just like Felix had, and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Hey. How was your date with Seungmin?”

“Our ‘not-date ‘was great. Thanks for asking.”

Minho mouthed the words ‘not-date’ in confusion, and you didn’t know the words in Korean, so you weren’t sure how to explain it to him, but he didn’t ask. Instead, he shrugged it off, sitting down on the armchair next to you.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed your relaxing day out, because things are going to get hectic tonight.”

You raised your brows. “Oh?”

Jeongin grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like Mario Kart. It took you a second to realize that he actually had said Mario Kart, and that the hectic thing Minho was referring to was a competition.

Your grinned. “Oh, I’m going to smoke you guys.”

“Good luck!” Felix yelled from the kitchen. “I’m undefeated babe!”

“Not for long!” You yelled back.

“He lie,” Jeongin said in english, finally lifting his head up with his eyes still closed. His hair was adorably smushed on one side. “Felix is the worst.”

“Shut up Maknae-ah!”

You giggled, and the boys gave you fond looks that made your chest all warm and bubbly. You guessed it didn’t matter if there were any problems, or whatever the future decided to throw at you. You would get through it together, just like you always did.

-0-0-

Felix was actually a lot better at Mario Kart than you thought. But that didn’t change the fact that the little minx spent half of the game cheating. Distracting Changbin during his turn, ‘accidentally’ unplugging Chan’s controller, and even going as far as to pull you into his lap when it was your turn.

He kept his hands to himself, didn’t move you or try to sabotage you in any way, but just being able to feel his warmth at your back made it hard for you to concentrate. It was only because you were up against Jisung and Minho (who were targeting each other) and Minho (who was driving in the wrong direction – probably on purpose) that you managed to get 2nd place, only beaten by an unfortunate blue shell close to the end.

Even after handing off the controller to Felix behind you, you still felt nervous. Your heart was beating hard in your chest, but it felt good somehow. Even after going on a date and having the ever-loving life kissed out of you, it was the simple action of his arms wrapping around you and leaning his chin on your shoulder that gave you the worst case of butterflies ever.

Chan was giggling in his chair, smiling behind his hands as your feelings hit him too. You were glad the others were too busy yelling and arguing at the screen to notice.

-0-0-

Out of all the people to call dibs on getting to spend the night with you, you were somehow surprised and yet not surprised when Minho was the first to bring it up. He of course made his claim in the most gentlemanly way possible, asking you if he could spend the night, but you caught the looks some of the boys gave him.

He looked almost smug when you agreed.

“Don’t let him corrupt you,” Chan teased, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And at least try to get some sleep.”

You smacked his shoulder, and he weaseled his way back with a laugh. “Get your head out of the gutter you little shit.”

“Who knows, they might be a good influence on Minho-hyung,” Seungmin pointed out.

Minho flicked the singer on the forehead. “Watch it puppy.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” Seungmin said, sticking his tongue out. Minho grinned, all teeth. It was such an odd sight that it had everyone taking a step back just out of habit. Seungmin shivered. “Never mind.”

The boys were either all getting ready to leave themselves, or in the case of the maknae’s, heading off to their beds. Hyunjin and 3rachas joined you and Minho in the elevator. Already growing tired, still not used to the time differences and the boy’s late schedules, you found yourself easily accepting Changbin’s hug as an excuse to rest your head against his shoulders. He was warm, and you felt safe in his hold. It was almost disappointing when the elevator reached their floor, and he had to let you go.

As the others started to leave, Jisung was still holding Minho’s hand. Chan was the first to notice the young rapper wasn’t following them.

He stopped at the elevator opening, preventing it from closing. “You coming, Hannie?”

Jisung gave him a devilish smile. “Nope!”

“Yah! That’s not fair!” Changbin yelled.

“And here I thought my boyfriend and I were going to have a nice relaxing night with each other,” You mused, exaggeratingly shaking your head. “But really, I’m just playing third wheel to Minsung. What a tragedy.”

“You can come sleep with me tonight,” Hyunjin offered, wagging his eyebrows at you.

“No.” It was all Minho said, but that, combined with the way he pushed Chan away from the doors, was all he needed to stake his claim.

Jisung reached out and grabbed your hand with his free one, pulling boy you and Minho closer until he was squished in between the two of you. He grinned. “I think I’m the real winner here.”

You snorted hard enough that it hurt your throat. “First sneaking in with me and Chan, and now you want to join in on me and Minho. I’m starting to think you’re trying to steal me away.”

Jisung hummed. He let go of Minho, just as the elevator beeped to tell you that you have arrived to your floor. You didn’t expect him to suddenly pick you up, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and you let out a squeal. You felt a hand slap against your ass.

“You’re going to wake the neighbors up, Jagi,” Minho said.

As Jisung spun around and began to walk towards your door, you did your best to flip off Minho. He just smirked. You offered your key when asked, mostly because you wouldn’t put it past them to try and get it out of your pockets themselves.

Your apartment was small enough that it only took a few steps in before Jisung reached your bed, leaning over so that he could place you down gently, and you reached up to grab his shoulders and prevent him from pulling away. He giggled.

Minho closed your front door, flipping the lights on so that the three of you could see. Jisung allowed you to pull him down next to you, and you didn’t even care that you were both still wearing your shoes or that his elbow was pressing against your ribs, because you were still buzzing from the great day spent with your great boyfriends.

It felt almost unreal to still call them that.

“You two better not fall asleep like that,” Minho warned you, having taken the time to remove his shoes, and now unbuttoning his pants.

You closed your eyes out of habit. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m not going to sleep in jeans. They’re uncomfortable,” He told you, almost like it was obvious.

Jisung smiled against your collarbone. “I think you’re embarrassing them.” He lifted his head slightly. “Are you embarrassed?”

“Shut up,” You snapped back.

After a moment of thinking, you leaned back onto your back and began to unbutton your own pants, shimming them down your legs. Jisung inhaled deeply next to you, his own eyes wide and darting down your body and then back up in panic.

You grinned. “What’s the matter Sungie? Embarrassed?”

His eyes narrowed.

It was almost a competition between the three of you. Or, well, the two of you, really.

Minho had disappeared into your bathroom, and you could hear the sound of him brushing his teeth as you and Jisung finally got rid of your shoes and began to undress. But you felt like you had a significant advantage over your boyfriend, judging by the way his eyes lingered on your body.

Not planning on sleeping in just your underwear, you did actually end up throwing on a soft shirt you had been using for years, perfect for sleeping in. You and Jisung then joined Minho in the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed, and while it was tight enough that the three of you had to be careful not to elbow the other’s as you moved around, it still managed to fit you all just fine.

Getting under the covers, finally ready to sleep, allowed any remaining tension in your body to float away. You let out a soft sigh.

“Sweet dreams,” Jisung muttered from behind you, wrapping his arms around your stomach like a cocoon.

From his other side, Minho’s hands just barely managed to wrap around your arm, giving it a soft squeeze. “Good night.”

You smiled. “Good night.”

You fell asleep quickly after that.

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ZB1 Reaction - You Say Their Name

Genre: Reaction, fluff, a pinch or two of crack

Background: You have been around him for some time but never really used his name to speak to him until now.

Warning: Yujin + Jiwoong’s are a little longer sorry I took a break while writing this 😭

A/N: Happy ZB1 debut day!!! At this point I haven’t seen the comeback yet. This reaction is a call back to Say My Name era on Boys Planet in a unique way! 🫶

Zhang Hao

He saw you as the more distant person among his acquaintances and didn’t bother you as much because of it. He respects your space and if you’re not comfortable enough to talk to him, he’d rather not push you.

One day you found a really funny meme and decide to show him. “Zhang Hao, look at this!”

“Hm?” He’ll ask with raised eyebrows, his heart moved by your attention to him after all this time.

You hold your phone out to him, meeting him by his side to watch his reaction. You get the cutest giggle out of him.

“Oh, then I have something to show you too.” He adds before searching for a funny post he recently liked that he thought catered to your humor.

You two bond over your sense of humor and exchange phone numbers before his schedule whisks him away.

Sung Hanbin

You took one of his classes when you were on the lookout for a new hobby. You had such a good time even though tutting isn’t easy.

Swamped with work again, it takes you awhile to sign up for another one of his classes. In the midst of your busy schedule, you think you see him in a store you frequently go to.

“Sung Hanbin?” You ask carefully hoping you’re right and didn’t make a fool out of yourself.

He turns his attention away from a display and smiles politely. “Yes?”

That’s when it clicks. He probably has no idea who you are. A lot of students attended the tutting class.

“Ah, I’m Y/N. I took your tutting class at your studio. I guess I wanted to come say hi and thank you for leading such an engaging class. Dancing is my new hobby.” You ramble on but manage to say everything you meant to say.

He smiles and nods through your immense gratitude for him, his eyebrows furrowing at particular parts that he thinks praise him too highly. Our humble king. “Ah, you’re lovely. I remember watching you try to perfect every hand movement in the mirror. I’m glad I could provide you with a new hobby! Will I be seeing you in class again?”

“Of course!”

Seok Matthew

Matthew was the saint that was always there when you were having a hard time. He held the elevator for you who was sprinting to make it inside, offered you a ride home when it was pouring outside, listened to your advice and opinions on things when others weren’t, and called you his friend when you least expected that title.

The difference this time was that you were going to take him by surprise for a change. That’s what his kind gestures have led up to. While you were used to saying “thank you”, you never really addressed him by his name. It was nameless appreciation.

But when he takes some of the items you were clearly having a hard time juggling to hold in your arms…

“Thank you, Matthew.” Is what you say.

As if his dream came true, his face brightens up and he gifts you with one of his shy smiles.

“Haha no problem Y/N.” He responds lightly trying to keep calm though he’s screaming on the inside.

Ricky

An extremely handsome guy enters your cafe during work hours and he takes you ABACK with his aura. You’re suddenly so glad someone traded shifts with you. Your somehow unphased co-worker takes this man’s order before handing it off to you to make.

You feel his gaze on you for a moment—until it drops to his phone to check something on it. With his head down, you can hardly take your eyes off him as you prepare his order. Unfortunately you may never see him again, which is why you call his name with the utmost enthusiasm.

“Ricky?!”

He peers up at you and greets you with a cute smile before grabbing his order. “Thank you~”

Your eyes remain locked on each other a couple seconds too long for just a meaningless encounter.

“Y/N.” You point to your name tag assuming he wanted to know your name.

He hums and nods. “Y/N, thank you. Have a good day.”

Little did you know he would become a regular just for you <3

Park Gunwook

You had been window shopping today and came across a busking event as you walked around the city. Music along with someone’s talented rapping voice echoes down the street.

You approach the crowd to get a closer look. That’s when you catch a glimpse of a guy you frequently sat next to in school one year. You talked sometimes, but you weren’t really on a first name basis.

You decide to cheer along with the crowd, remembering his name as it used to appear on his school uniform. “Park Gunwook!”

The sudden unique cheer throws him off and he looks over in your general direction. You can tell he’s flustered in the face when he spots you but he keeps going until the end of his verse.

Once his performances are over, he rushes to come see you before you decide to leave. “Y/N!!”

You smile at each other and applaud him again for his charismatic performance. “By the way, did I scream a little too loud?”

He shakes his head all giggly, flashing you his big smile. “I remembered your voice, plus I don’t go by Park Gunwook when I rap.”

“Then what do you go by?”

“TopGunz.”

You can tell he’s not joking.

Kim Taerae

You went to a gathering that people you knew were going to be at. You really were not enthusiastic about going, but you were curious and felt guilty since you had a track record of skipping events like this.

To your surprise, you have a good time up until the host initiates a game of truth or dare.

Sitting in a circle that looks more like an oval, you’re eventually the next person to ask.

“Y/N, truth or dare?”

You scan the room but it’s no use. No one gives away what they’re thinking through their facial expressions. This was a 50/50 question.

“Um…dare.” You choose.

“I dare you to hold hands with someone for the rest of the night. Who will it be?” The host instigates with the help of an online list of dares.

“Kim Taerae.” You say in almost the same second that the question into the air to be ‘oooh’ed at.

The called-out young man perks up not expecting you to call his name one bit. “Me?” He can’t stop smiling as he gets up to be beside you.

When your fingers lace together, you notice his hand is warm, some callouses adding to the nature of his hand.

“You’re allowed to switch hands, but you can never let go of each other.”

You two would never let each other go. A lifelong dare meant to stand the test of time.

Kim Gyuvin

You were sitting on the bench at a bus stop when a familiar acquaintance sat on the other end of it. You end up locking eyes and you laugh in unison.

“Hello.”

“Hello~”

Minutes go by and without delay, the bus arrives. You two get up to board it and end up sitting in rows across from each other.

The ride is quiet besides the couples of people to the front of you and behind you having their own conversations.

The bus stops at some photoshoot place and the tall male gets up to leave the bus, accidentally leaving his jacket behind on the seat beside where he was.

“Gyuvin!”

He turns around in shock at the sound of your voice.

“You forgot your jacket.” You get up, scooping up his leather jacket and handing it over to him.

He gives you a sheepish grin and bows politely. “Thank you, Y/N. I’ll um see you again sometime?”

Kim Jiwoong

As a staff on the set of a drama, not only do you get to service the actors, but you also get to peek in at the production occasionally.

The scene being filmed today requires several touch-ups to the actors’ makeup, so you have a closer look at the acting on set.

You make sure to run up to Jiwoong, your assigned actor, to reapply makeup as requested by the director between takes.

He is nice and friendly to everyone apart of the project while his character unironically contrasts so much in front of the camera. His character is cold, confident, and assertive.

Still not completely out of the emotions of the character, he has a somewhat tense look on his face.

“Relax your face for me, Jiwoong. You’re doing great.” You sneak in a compliment being thoroughly amazed by his dedication to the drama.

He gifts you with a small smile before relaxing. “Thank you Y/N, I have to work hard because you work hard too.” He responds in a similar tone as his on-camera character, which makes you hot and flustered inside.

“Still in-character?”

“A little~” He whispers cooly and it takes everything in you not to bolt out of the set area.

“Wow, you’re crazy Mr. Jiwoong...” You tease as you finish up his makeup and take a step back.

He winks at you before taking his place and resuming filming again.

Han Yujin

There is an internet cafe that you frequent since it’s merely a 5-10 minute walk from your house. You’re embarrassed to admit it but almost everyday, you come over to the pc room to play an online game that’s had you hooked.

The game is popular enough that you can easily play with others local to you. While you may have thought that was cool at surface level, you never really gave it a second thought.

You grow fond of a few players and “friend” them on your gaming account. You all start coordinating times to play as a result.

One day, you sit down to meet your online friends in-game using a mic and headset as usual. When you are successful at a specific mission that had you and your friends stumped, you can hear loud cheering from next to you.

There is a small delay between what you hear in your headphones and what you’re hearing beside you. You could’ve sworn you heard your gamer tag being uttered from both, saying the same thing.

“Ohhh! Amazing! Wow, you totally carried us, (your gamer tag)!” Seems to echo in-game and in real life.

The outburst, or outbursts, take you off guard and you push your left headphone off your ear wondering if you were just hearing things.

“Guys guys, let’s go heal up! I took a lot of damage.” The guy beside you says grinning ear to ear, eyes glued to a screen running the same game as yours.

“Wait…Yujin?!?!” You say overwhelmed with shock and kind of excitement. You poke his shoulder repeatedly and of course you scare the life out of him—he’s screaming bloody murder over voice chat.

He soon recovers and it’s clear that you’re the only one who has put two and two together given his bewildered expression.

“I’m (your gamer tag)!” You clear up quickly before he thinks a crazy person suddenly spawned in real life.

His eyes go wide as he recognizes who you are from your computer screen. He then leans far back in his chair letting out a heavy sigh. “Wahhh! It’s really you?!”

You laugh along with the rest of your friends—who are absolutely dying of laughter listening in online—and nod at Yujin.

“Sorry for startling you, you startled me! Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a meal.” You say to Yujin while the others “ooooh” over voice chat.

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[shygirl4991]

SMG4: TRASH FRIENDS

I KNOW IM ON BREAK BUT I HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THIS!

the cafe isnt looking so hot this episode makes you wonder what happen

im sorry did they just learn they could do this fklfkjlsd i know when they looked into their past they had the old memes do it but SMG4 just causally shared his memory with Three like how and when did they learn this was a thing they could do!

bet if you told your past self this is a thing they would think your crazy

mario may be their avatar but they cant do everything he does

nerd i love you and your need to roast your friend at random ass times.

my lord there is a in universe version of the series run everyone run!

his cafe is failing something he was proud of cause it made him feel like he found his place in the world after years of chasing SMG4 shadow is now failing the old demons are loud again and he is starting to yet again feel like a poor copy of SMG4. We know that Four doesn't think this but he is also the worse at reading people and cant pick up that SMG3 mental state is cracking as he feels himself slipping into the shadow being forgotten

color theory of mine is shining hard this episode when you focus on these two text colors are going. Given that SMG3 repeated a line SMG4 used in SMG4...are you okay? the start of its gotta be perfect movie story line i wonder if Three is gonna go through something similar its sorta reminding me of my fic next step which has Three facing his demons on what he did to four but in the series it seems its him facing the fear of being forgotten because SMG4 has always been popular memewarts trained Three he will always be in the shadow and that lesson is still there

SMG3 breaks down his true face is shown as seen by the color change he doesnt want to be forgotten and is taken by surprise with how mario reacted he isnt sure why he couldnt be open and talk about his feelings maybe because in the past no one cared to listen till now. Makes me wonder if this how adware could get Three if we got the bad ending could this feeling of being forgotten turn him to the dark side once again maybe lost to it forever? But this timeline we got the good ending so could this be a path to save Three maybe we will be tricked into thinking this is how adware gets him but remembering he has people that listen to his true feelings and know and love him for who he is will give him the power to push back the adware?

i mean damn Four i feel that you act like that way more then SMG3 personal thoughts

its out in the open his feelings and now four knows hopefully with this out in the open the can talk and work on how to move forward this change in SMG3 life isnt going to be easy but he isnt alone anymore

this is why i feel adware wont go after Three or fail to, yes he has negative emotions and strong desires that the adware loves to go after but he has his other half, his partner that when they talk about their feelings they can fix the issue and become stronger as a team. All thanks to moving next door that let him bond and have friends

homie accepting death while Mario is minding his own "ah the gays are at it again" is probs on his mind

and there we have it hopefully SMG4 can help 3 save his cafe and maybe work on the issue of still feeling like he lives in his shadows, the man has done so much to feel like SMG4 is better have a feeling this ep happen due to the votes on who is cooler on youtube (smg4 won it)

[isa-ghost]

returned to ask for the chayanne and phil headcanons

[reverb] CHAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE

qPhil headcanons masterlist

DO NOT FORGET CHAYANNE'S ROOTS OF STANDING ON THE VERY EDGE OF THE WALL DAY 1. This little motherfucker unlimited lives to give his papa a heart attack!! It is his fucking pleasure to be a menace!!

I've ranted about this before (can't find my post abt it) but PHIL DOESN'T REALIZE THE THINGS HE'S TEACHING HIS SON ARE UNHEALTHY FLAWS. THE BEING STRONG ALL THE TIME AND PROTECTING EVERYONE ALWAYS AND WHATNOT. HE DOESN'T REALIZE HOW DAMAGING IT CAN BE. STOP BAD DAD TRUTHING HIM, HE'S PASSING ON WHAT HE THINKS IS RIGHT BECAUSE THAT IDIOT EXISTS THAT WAY HIMSELF. GOD. THEY BOTH NEED THERAPY.

Chayanne is in kahoots with Lullah to convince Phil to do a hardcore project level build someday

They love sparring with each other so much. Phil loves giving his son tips and seeing him rapidly catch on & improve and Chayanne loves to see his dad in his element and thriving

Crow brain says Oh It's Orange? Okay, Gift For Chayanne Yesyes

Chayanne is the king of well-timed Orange Justices and they always crack Phil up

Phil has no idea but Chayanne is trying so hard to set things up so Missa has a perfect and uninterrupted opportunity to confess his feelings. Chayanne's happy regardless of if they stay platonic or go romantic but he at least wants his papa to get the chance to communicate with his dad

Sometimes Chayanne misses 1 on 1 time with Phil. It's nothing against Lullah (she actually Also desires 1 on 1 dad time), he just aches for the nostalgia of the early days. Phil taking him places and teaching him how to survive, the pleasant quiet and less tension. It's easier on Phil when he isn't watching two kids

The only reason Phil eats 3 square meals a day consistently is bc Chayanne exists. Btw Chayanne also loves making him snacks

He thrives on asking Phil wildly out of pocket questions. Like "where do babies come from" but more creative, less overdone. "What happens when we die?" type shit, things that make Phil do a double take and have a mini crisis

Chayanne wants to play irl fruit ninja with Phil but Phil hasn't been convinced to try it yet. (It IS working slowly tho)

Phil's lame dad jokes don't always kill Chayanne like they do Lullah so sometimes he resorts to low blows: Little German Boy memes

Sometimes Phil gets chased around the house with a spatula bc he's being a little shit or a self-deprecating idiot while Chayanne so happens to be cooking

They do something special together on Techno's birthday to honor him. There's no set activity/event they do, it's just whatever feels right and most genuine at the time. Chayanne always makes a big potato-based dish to offer on a little ofrenda though

They're both kinda playing the I Pretend I Do Not See It game with the whole,, Chayanne fighting Phil (EK) thing. "Ah yes you were fighting Ender King physically, not at all him in my body, I wasn't involved at all, you weren't hurting your dad's body and I wasn't trying to kill my son not at all haha yep, neither of us are at all fucked up about it what do you mean" 🥚🐤 🤝🏻 😁🐦‍⬛

[writingforatwistedworld]

Ah, I hope this isn't annoying, but I couldn't resist! I just read the request for the self-aware au, for a player who is actually a god and I really LOVED the idea!!! So if it's not too much trouble, could I ask for the exact same idea only with Ruggie, Riddle and Ace?

By the way, I love your blog and your work, I love your creativity!! ❤️❤️❤️

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsebility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, religion, obsessiveness, murder, blood, beheading, violence, death

My works are not meant to be taken seriously. Neither am I telling you in what kind of religion you are supposed to believe in.

Riddle Rosehearts/Ace Trappola/Ruggie Bucchi-Player is a real god

God of law and order

Oho, so we are actively trying to make him loose his mind (mhm good plan good plan)

I mean, come on, the Queendom of roses is a place I would rank “third-most-not-so-fluffy-relationship-with-you” and he grew up in there so what did you expect?

Something normal? Ha! You are making me laugh

But here we are, croquette master with a hedgehog in his hand in person, almost dropping his needely friend

But how did he even find out? Well… Leona. Leona and a lot of ink (you catching my drift, right?)

Things were looking south and everything was just so…. so… unruly

Mhm I can see how a God of law and order popped a blood vessel in that kind of situation

And whilst you aren’t some kind of being creating bloodshed and war getting hit by a rule book and whatever kind of abilities you have has to hurt

Also it was giving away who you truly were

I mean, yay? Now you have an (somehow possible) even more obsessive follower…

And they all wonder why he suddenly became so religious

Even if you are a more “chill” kind of entity concerning your field of work (the market of Gods is always having too little workers) he is still like “Nope Trey. Imma go pray to ruler number 168” or something like that

Like I said, religious

But oh dear heavens (u get it heavens in like… ok I’ll stop) someone disrespects you or tries to take his seat as “most devoted follower of the month”

Uh… he was in the mood for a “realistic” demonstration of how the Queen of Hearts would deal with annoyances

Just tell him that you are proud… otherwise I’m not sure that even the hedgehogs would tolerate him and his… rather red behaviour

God of trickery

Hmm… this one is kinda tricky

You see, he is from the Queendom of Roses but at the same time he is not powerful enough to do that much damage… with magic at least

When Ace found out that you were everything but a ordinary student you two were in a rather unhappy situation

I mean, either you make that huge glass thingy behind Riddle trip and fall or you can eat rose bush which it was swinging around like crazy… pick your poison

Ace isn’t the fatest tool in the shed but when you, a magicless student, suddenly used something akin to magic he knew that something was up

And who would have known, maybe if it wasn’t for the bad parenting of Riddles mother you may have hidden this until the day you would go separate ways

But oh well, seems like fate decided it wanted him to be religious

I mean, a God of trickery, something like that is perfect for him!

Not to mention that you are way more approachable than some God of law and order because who would want to follow such a stiff deity? (Jokes on you Ace but Riddle...)

Despite him being on the “chill, man” side I can also see a huge spike in religiousness in his personality

I mean, come on, it’s now literally proven with his own two eyes that God (or Gods) at least exist

You know that meme “he don’t but-YES IT DOES!” that’s him

My man just turns feral when someone dares to take your prescious attention and time away from him

Literally a menace, and not the peaceful kind

Before you know it he is asking you if you can help him dig holes for a “garden project”

In the middle of the woods. Aha. Totally believable

Well, all I can say is that Trey will probably miss the kitchen knife... yeah I would buy a new one and never use the old one again...

You know... Maybe the cake looks a bit red if he were blind and never noticed anything.... It's a “garden project”, ok? Let the man raise his Gladiolus, Aconitum, Lycoris and Chrysanthemum

God of kindness and equality

So we feeding the carnivores today? Sounds like a plan. Not a good one but at least it is one

Ruggie has always been someone who needed to clench his teeth and do stuff other people wouldn't do simply to have his basic needs fulfilled

So imagine you standing there one day, opening up that you are in truth literally the things he had been craving all his life for

Mhm, I am just had he doesn't have rabies. You could have fooled me with how aggressive he becomes towards new people (and also your own little circle to be honest) after finding that out

Here we are, Leona is dealing with his stuff in an unhealthy way and someone needs to step up and bring him down to earth again

But imagine his surprise that you were actually the good of kindness after you slapped our local lion who may or may have not escaped from the Zoo next door back into reality (and out of his doom)

After he spends even more time with you it starts to make sense thought

Even though he is the closest person to Leona which could be used for someone's benefit people still tend to be at least wary of him because... well broken bones hurt, you know?

But here you are, holding out your hand to him, offering him your kindness and friendship

Though you could have said “marry me” because win his eyes that is exactly what you did

And who is he to say no to such an perfect being literally being from heaven (or whatever higher place)

He is scratching, biting, kicking and using all the dirty tricks in the book just to keep you alone, isolated and all for himself

Of course he won't do that in front of you, he isn't a monster! Such a pure and perfect being lime you doesn't need to witness such a thing!

If you thought that Diasomnia is already bad then I would say yes, he is only a teeny tiny bit better than them

Why? Oh well, he doesn't have the magical or physical strength to start a war

That doesn't mean he won't leave you alone

Oh no

You will spend somewhere the rest of the time he exists in a small in the middle of nowhere thinking that everyone despises you

He has a way with words (and sharp, suspiciously red teeth) you know?

[504py]

Wait you said you are a fan fic writer? Can you show us your work?

ooh, i've never published my work anywhere but i like to casually write about the fandoms i'm in. i haven't really written anything romantic (besides that time i wrote headcanons about what leon kennedy would be like in a relationship), but i'd be open to receiving imagine/reaction/headcanon requests if my followers wanted that! anyways, since hetalia is the main thing on my blog right now, here we go!

Axis + Allies Physical Appearance Headcanons

SFW, no content warnings at all.

Italy is handsome but he's so stupid that his stupidity overshadows his looks and people often don't even realize he looks good. He does think he is handsome, and takes great care of himself. I feel like he thinks like this, "Well, being pretty is one of the few things I can do, so I might as well be good at it!"

Japan looks nice! He's very hygienic and always makes sure to take care of his skin. He blushes easily. His hair partially covers his ears on purpose because his ears get red pretty often. He has quite a few moles and a few crooked teeth. His fingertips are rather red.

Germany looks alright but he's so uptight/scary that people just do not want to hit on him. His hands are very calloused. Also one who is very hygienic and takes care of himself a lot. He has quite a bit of body hair, but since it's a very light blond and not very visible, he doesn't bother with it. Nice straight teeth, but his canines are rather prominent.

Russia is cute! I actually think that people do not see his face very often because it's obscured by his scarf, and/or people are too scared to look him straight in the eyes (LOL). Also the issue of looking up to even see his face. He's usually naturally blushing even if just a little bit. Also his ears are kinda big. Gets bashful if you compliment the man himself, because he doesn't think of himself as particularly attractive, and will instead divert the conversation to, "A-Ah yes, Russia has many beautiful sights and landscapes!"

China is pretty!! He has wild eyebrows and lots of sun spots, freckles, and moles. He has a bad habit of leaving his lips dry though, LOL. Takes a lot of pride in being attractive. He is VERY good at doing makeup.

America doesn't care about his appearance much other than his hair, but he just tends to naturally look good. He hes a very boyish vibe. His glasses are always covered in fingerprints but he always forgets to clean them so he doesn't even bother anymore. He's learned to just ignore the dust LOL. I also think he has perfect teeth, like a good ol' Hollywood smile.

Canada is the prettiest out of the allies! People just don't notice because.. y'know. Canada tends to put a lot of care into his appearance in case someone does notice him, like having better posture, wearing nice, clean, ironed clothes all the time, and just having better self-care habits than America does. Though sometimes he forgets to shave or comb his hair LOL.

England is attractive but in a sorta unkempt scrunkly way. His teeth are crooked, and he has sanpaku eyes. His feathers get quite ruffled if someone brings up appearances, because... Not the best climate in England, and there's the whole British people meme LOL. But, the one thing he's got going for him is he's INCREDIBLY photogenic. I'd say he photographs the best besides China. He's great at modeling, and excels when it's for more punk photography.

France is just stereotypically good-looking LOL. He cares the most about his appearance, but since he's relied so much on just looking naturally good, he has a bit of a hygiene problem.. But hey, at least he's got the best closet out of anyone here– Ah, nevermind, China's got him beat there..

[ms--lobotomy]

Hello🌹 I am glad to see the addition of writers to the Warhammer fandom. Obscenity with primarchs is fine🫶🏻 Can I do something with Sanguine (or are you writing for everyone at once? in general, here it will be more convenient for you)) that meme: the reader – "I have done nothing wrong in my life"; the primarch – "I know this and I love you." But the reader did something like that🤭

hello! o/ of course i can write something either way! ill write something with sanguinius because i like him a lot. i am normal about him. i am normal about him. i am normal about h (feel free to add more asks if youre into my writing style lol)

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word count: 999

content warnings: slight mention of colonialism but like you're into 40k so what did you expect

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You giggled to yourself, your legs dangling off of the Primarch’s bed. It was far too large for you, and frankly far too large for him as well. The weighted blanket under you was comically large, and the mattress you sat upon yielded slightly to your form. The bed was perfect, as was the man you loved so dearly. And outside the window of the Red Tear, a temperate planet spun ever so slowly. Its white sun cast a shadow enveloping half of the planet in darkness. It was almost peaceful here, in the outer atmosphere of this strange new planet.

And you know what you did.

In your defense, you had found it hilarious. In concept, at the very least. You'd scoured the ship for feathers large and pale enough to come from your lover, and once you'd found enough (and learned how to pull off tricks that required some slight of hand) you'd gone to your lover, an ornate leather bag draped over you. The clasp on this bag was undone, but you doubt your lover would have noticed. And when you saw him, you ran towards him at a full sprint. He noticed you slightly after, his blood-red eyes widening.

"Sanguinius, my love!" you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around his cold armor.

"Ah!" he exclaimed, saying your name with the amount of care you'd come to expect from your lover. "What do you come to me about?" he asked, pushing your arms off of him. He knelt down to put his heavy arms around you for a few seconds, and you melted into his touch.

He pulled away and took your hands in his. His hands enveloped yours, you were just over half his size after all. Oh dear, you thought, not wanting to be the first one to pull away from this gesture. The Brightest One had often been one to initiate romantic gestures, and you hated pulling away. But this wasn't your first time pulling away.

"I just wanted to talk to you," you said. Without thinking, you pursed your lips before they went back to normal. As normal as a giddy smile was, at least.

"Talk to me," the primarch repeated. "Hmm. Well, talk away."

The two of you started a conversation about the... weather of the planet. How exciting. While he looked vaguely in your direction, you'd dropped a feather on the ground. Then another. You responded to his idle chatter about the planet below the Red Tear. Yes, it would be a wonderful addition to the Imperium of Man. Then you dropped a few more feathers onto the cold metal ground.

Finally, you looked down at... his feathers? Your feathers? They were far enough from you that it could have been plausible that they had come from the primarch.

"Oh, Sanguinius! You're molting!" you exclaimed in terror, a pile of feathers now at Sanguinius's feet.

"I'm... molting,'' Sanguinius replied softly, bending down to the floor and picking up a feather. He looked back at you, his expression greatly changed.

The dread on his face made yours flush. Oh no, you thought to yourself, wringing out your hands in front of you. What did I just do? Without thinking, you turned tail and ran off. You knew the Red Tear well enough now that you only made one misstep before fumbling with the doorknob that was way too high for you and running onto that bed.

You giggled to yourself. A nervous giggle.

And you heard footsteps. You've heard primarch footsteps before, as Sanguinius was not one to shy away from showing you off to his brothers. His were rather light as far as they went, though, as you couldn't unhear the thud. thud. thud. that they produced. You couldn't help but feel your heart fall in your chest; you didn't yet know how he would respond to this.

And then you heard the door open, an agonizingly slow creak. "My darling?" you heard an all too familiar voice ask softly. "Are you in here?"

You grabbed the weighted blanket underneath you. You contemplated whether to say something, but not a second later, his eyes darted towards you. The door swung open, and the primarch folded in his wings to fit through the door. "Ah, hello there," he said with a hint of relief in his voice. You could see his wings relaxing behind him.

"Hello, dear," you replied. Your stomach turned. You stared at him, trying to discern if he was angry, or scared, or a combination of the two. But his placid expression matched neither of those descriptions. He sat next to you on his bed, putting an arm around you. You let go of the blanket.

"Is everything alright?" he asked. No hint of anger or fear in his voice.

"I am," you replied softly. You looked up at him. "You're... you're not actually molting, by the way."

Sanguinius laughed, tossing his head back as he did so. His golden hair fell softly over his shoulders. He had a laugh that was contagious, as a little bit of a chuckle escaped your lips as well. His golden armor shifted as he moved, kept pristine no matter how many battles the primarch saw. "I figured that out a little bit ago," he replied. "It is going to take more than that to convince me for more than a few seconds."

The corners of your mouth quirked up. You looked back up at him, and saw a radiant smile dusting his face as well. "You have done nothing wrong, ever, in your life," he said.

"I have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life," you repeated with a relieved laugh. You looked down and away from him, rubbing your limp arm with your hand. Another chuckle escaped your lips.

"I know this," responded Sanguinius, his hand trailing down to your waist. Cold metal brushed against your skin, and you let out a small shiver at his touch. "And I love you."

[bettydice]

56 and 6 for the kiss meme, please! YOU KNOW WHO

56. Caught off-guard kiss for Solavellan, as demanded

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Mango closed the door behind her and let out a deep sigh of immense relief. She hadn't managed to cross Skyhold's throne room unseen, of course, but at least unbothered. And he hadn't seen her, which was what mattered.

She slowly climbed the stairs to her room, grimacing with every step. What a day. What a fucking day. But just a few more steps and she could just... lie on the floor. She was too dirty for her bed. Fuck, she should've arranged for a hot bath. But then she'd have needed to talk to someone. And -

Fuck.

Solas leaned against the wall next to the final stairs leading to her room and greeted her with an insufferable smirk.

Mango crossed the distance between them with as much poise as she could muster. "What a... lovely surprise to see you here."

"I heard you'd returned." Solas unfolded his arms and tucked a few stray hairs behind Mango's ear. Stray hairs meaning 'a gross clump of hair and dried mud' in this case. "It seems everything went well then?"

"Arse," Mango rolled her eyes, walked past him and gingerly stomped up the stairs. Of course she heard him follow behind her, because he was an arse.

"I overheard Dorian and Varric talking. Sounded like someone fade-stepped off a cliff and landed in a swamp?"

Mango tried to pretend he wasn't there and focused on climbing the last five steps without groaning out loud. She did make a mental note to kill both Varric and Dorian.

"And... what was it... ah yes:'Ow. Fuck. FUCK. Ow. She has mud in her nose. Her bottom hurts. If anyone ever mentions this happened, she'll feed them to the next dragon we see.' Cole's words, I believe."

Mango had finally reached the top of the ludicrously long stairs, so she turned around and glared at Solas. Who was, of course, smiling at her.

"He's right, I will stuff them in the dragon's maw myself. You included."

"Mhm, are you certain?" Solas cocked an eyebrow, then nodded to the left. Mango grudgingly turned her head and drew in a sharp breath. A bathtub full of hot, steaming, perfect, wonderful water was waiting for her.

"Fine, you may live another day." She turned back to Solas and smiled at him. She couldn't deny that he'd earned it with his thoughtfulness. But he also was an arse, so...

Mango threw her arms around his neck, pressed herself against him and kissed him, deeply. It took him a breath longer than usual to respond, but then he returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around her waist. Then he suddenly drew back and glared at her.

"Vhenan!"

"My deepest apologies, I thought the mud had completely dried, oh no, what a terrible mistake," Mango cheerfully said, while slowly beginning to take off her clothes and walking towards the tub. Then she looked at him over her shoulder, held out her hand and smirked. "Didn't you come here to help me wash off the mud?."

Solas failed to keep up the glare any longer and huffed a laugh "It's possible the thought has crossed my mind, yes."

"Then come on, time to find out if this tub can hold two people."

[oneforthemunny]

now i’m thinking ab the eddies and no november and it just gets more entertaining

modern!eddie lasts one day, makes a meme ab it and shows his gf, she is not entertained.

kitten brings it up to mafia!eddie, he doesn’t even flinch, is just like “that’s fucking stupid, why would anyone do that” then proceeds to get into an argument w garrett ab it

dom!eddie contemplates it, realizes he has nothing to gain and it will just make his brat more pent up

older!eddie is more just confused? what does he get from it? he grumbles something about loathing young people these days, “i don’t know, back in my day, we were just fuckin’ in november, why do you need to reinvent the wheel?”

nepobaby sitting on the couch, casually mentions how a friend of hers is doing it with her husband, rockstar!eddie is eating and slowly turns his head, “why the fuck would we do that, we have a sex dungeon that gets cleaned on a weekly basis”

janitor!eddie hears about it from a guy in his 20s picking up at the school they work at, worriedly mentions if teacher is going to participate. she wants to jokingly say yes but he looks too cute and flushed.

sweet girl teases cowboy!eddie, saying how they’re definitely doing it… she has a hard time sitting down for a few days afterwards. “tellin’ me dumb shit like you can’t keep your legs closed for more than two days.”

steddie au where steve tries to do it thinking eddie is also doing it before he walks in on you two after day two and is just relieved and is taking off his pants (after smacking eddie upside the head)

older!eddie would be like???? when did it go from no shave to no nut??? where as a society did we go wrong.

“tellin’ me dumb shit like you can’t keep your legs closed for more than two days.”

i have not known wanton need just life altering and soul consuming lust for a man like i have for him. i need him carnally, spiritually, physically, mentally.

these are all so fuckin perfect. encapsulates them flawlessly i can't AH thank you for this i will be thinking about it all day

[ineffablydelighted]

[How exploring the Ineffable Husbands' dynamic in Good Omens can help us figure out what the show/book is all about, Part 1/?]

Also called: This human has, apparently, too much time on her hands and will be trying to Effable the Ineffable for [...] hours.

Ah, Hello! 👋

I'm ineffably delighted to meet you all! 😇

Let's cut to the chase and bear with me as we try together to analyze further the subject of the day:

Aziraphale is in love with Crowley and I am pretty sure he is aware of that fact BUT 

[yes, there is a "but", do not erase me from the Book of Life just yet, let me explain first, homie 🥺] 

I do not believe he can comprehend WHY he is just yet, and what that would mean for him in terms of... well... EVERYTHING he ever stood for.

It will also be the perfect roots to answer the biggest question yet :

What is Good Omens all about, exactly?

[Yeah, it's a tough one. When I say "bear with me", I really insist on the fact that it will be LONG. I will try my best to make it fun to read and to allow some "natural breaks" but know that I would appreciate your unshared attention if you're willing to give it to me. 😇]

Although, would you have the chance to ask him about it (probably looking at a cup of tea as we would all do in Earthy fashion), Aziraphale would have somewhat of an answer to give you, probably in the range of:

"Because, deep down, Crowley is the nicest being I've ever known."

Is it false? No, Crowley IS nice. Swaggeringly nice, occasionally unhinged, but still. Nice.

And that is somewhat the core of the... "problem" for our soon-to-be Supreme Archangel [Yep, the pain is still fresh, thanks for asking, you're welcome for reminding you 😭👍] because, as much as Crowley learned nuances due to past experiences (Falling being, most likely, the most traumatic one,) Aziraphale remains bound to think in absolutes. And everything relates to THIS perfect meme right there:

[Whoever you are, person/entity who has done that, you have forever my utmost gratitude and respect]

I'm far from bringing anything new to the table here, but to Aziraphale, Crowley should NOT have fallen in the first place. Because of how nice he is. Crowley IS an angel, to him. In fact, I'll go even further by stating that, to Aziraphale,

Crowley is more of an Angel than ANY Angel in the "Main Office."

Let's present our other contestants, shall we?

When he ruled, Gabriel was an absolute a** and had an ego the size of, idk, at least A DOZEN GALAXIES. He made Aziraphale feel like... well... poop most of the time they interacted.

That is why, in S2 when Gabriel/Jim tells him "I love you", Aziraphale, even being and considering himself a "creature of love", happens to be utterly unable to either reciprocate or take the compliment. At this moment, later enhanced when he reminds himself of the Job case, he realizes he is able to feel, if not hatred, NOT love NOR admiration for somebody he should somewhat consider a role model.

That is very important for Aziraphale's present and future character development, especially considering Gabriel/Jim's own fate, so please keep that in mind.

Michael? Oh God, Same if not worse: too condescending and ambitious in the wrong way to inspire anything nice to anybody.

Sandalphon just does what they are told but can totally throw a punch if necessary.

Uriel is mostly cold, occasionally cruel, and can also be physically threatening.

[I love the actress, though. Gloria Obianyo deserves a Ph.D. in Resting Bitch Facing for her performance in Good Omens alone and I'm here for it.]

S2 Saraqael seems to be more layered but has also been hurtful to Aziraphale (especially when she ironized that he couldn't possibly be the 25-Lazarii-magnitude-miracle caster).

Overall, S1 Aziraphale refers to the "Main Office" Angels as "BAD ANGELS!" after their hostile encounter. We could see from his face he would have wanted to use harsher words but couldn't get past his forgiving, decent nature.

Before we talk any furfur-ther [Am I proud of this so-called pun? A-BSOLUTELEH 😎🤭], let's add a really important stone/layer to our favorite Angel's thinking: to him, it is simple maths:

GOOD = RIGHT, BAD = WRONG

And let's save it for later, shall we?

[Killgrave dear is just here to remind you you can take a break anytime to drink a glass of Talisker if you'd like, or, more so, if HE'd like. Also because that character is THE best David Tennant role on television - 10th Doctor being the worthy third, I let you guess which character is our second now - and I might have wanted to use this gif just to be able to say that, who knows? *whispers* Mysssteryyyy...]

Anyway.

To a being like Aziraphale, who mostly thinks in dichotomy, being an Angel requires one main requirement: being GOOD.

[Buy a farrrrrm and be good! Not just "pretendy" good but. properly. GOOD! - NO, I couldn't find the gif and YES, I'm mad about it, but since I'm also unable to make one myself, I'll just shut it.]

That is why he refers to the Main Office Archangels as simply being BAD.

At that moment, they had been mean to him, threatening, and, by doing so, they became somewhat active in Hell's Armageddon project. Making them "bad" angels, but, more so:

Bad at BEING Angels.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, is, at heart, the penultimate goody-two-shoes: he does feel bad about himself whenever he does something bad/wrong such as lying (it has started to change, and I'll nuance that statement another time, but you get the grip).

He is constantly scared he might fall whenever he somewhat defies God's will or the idea he built in his head of what an Angel should be(have).

But have you paid attention to how his "Angelmates" NEVER seem to CARE about their own displays of, let's say "unconventional characteristics" for what should be the highest "Representatives of the sole concept of Good"?

Have you ever seen Gabriel or Michael being self-conscious about their narcissism and condescending tendencies? Uriel about their coldness? Saraqael about their sarcastic nature? Any of them about their use of violence? Of course not! They seem to be perfectly fine with it!

They own their characteristics, good AND bad.

Aziraphale does not.

Aziraphale is... soft. Even if he, at times, expresses regrets to be just that, he also applies it to his Angelic nature.

You know who else is soft?

Crowley.

Crowley is soft because he cannot kill children and takes it upon himself to LITERALLY DEFY BOTH GOD AND SATAN'S WILL TO SAVE SAID CHILDREN, including two annoying ones [especially the one who DARED to hit on Aziraphale but that is a topic for another day]

[MASSIVE Bildad the Shuhite fangirl here, consider yourselves warned.]

Crowley is soft because he cannot even kill GOATS.

Defying both God's and Satan's will to save kids? Yeah, eventually, okay.

Defying God's and Satan's will to save goats? Man, that's so effingly. more. powerful.

[Oh, look! A bird flying, normal thingy, nothing to see here, buh-bye!]

Crowley is soft because he proposes/"tempts" Aziraphale to "eat a spot of lunch", especially whenever his Angel experiences stress.

We have barely seen him eat, which might indicate he does not have such a strong taste for it personally. He only goes to the Ritz to enjoy Aziraphale's company and to watch him happily eat scrumptious, comforting foods.

[Okay, also because it morphed into a proper kink at some point but that is NOT today's subject, so stop trying to make me deviate from it! 😣]

Oh, and, before you bring that up, no, the alcohol motive is not relevant since he can, in all probability have a glass of Talisker in ANY sort of pub/restaurant in London.

[As a proper peated whisky lover who happens to be French, let me tell you this is NOT the case in my country and I'm super duper jealous of you, lads.]

Crowley is soft because he takes care of both Gabriel and Aziraphale's bookshop, even if it is clear he loathes the first and expressingly said he would not be a bookseller "even at gunpoint."

And, by "taking care of", know that I MEAN IT: he kept an eye on Jim, didn't wake him up when he heard him snore, answered any question he had, no matter how seemingly stupid they were [Even if Crowley, of all beings, cannot be anything but a raging "There is no stupid question, only stupid answers" representative] and offered him hot cocoa. As for the Booksho-P[uhhhhh *exhales in asthma*], he attempted to repair Jim's messy ordering twice and meticulously rearranged the place after ✨the Ball✨

[What do you mean, "he also Killgraved him into jumping out of the window?" HE ALSO STOPPED HIM FROM DOING SO, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. #NotBiasedInTheSlghtestIndividual]

Crowley is soft because he shares his Bentley with Aziraphale. Which is a VERY. BIG. DEAL. considering it was, at the time, HIS LAST ONE AND ONLY PRIZED POSSESSION.

[Should I mention that the Bentley FALLS IN LOVE with Aziraphale or is debating on whether or not that falls into the Oedipian complex territory off-topic? Yes, I'll see myself out.]

Crowley is soft because he rescues Aziraphale on countless occasions, even though, 99% of the time, that is pretty much unnecessary.

For real, guys: if Aziraphale had been discorporated in the course of his 6000+ years on Earth at any other given moment BUT on the eve of THE WAR with a capital "W", nobody in Heaven would have flinched.

[I do have a theory, though: maybe being re-incorporated takes quite a long time, which would have meant too many years apart from each other, hence the growing Damsel in Distress kink in Aziraphale, idk THAT IS NOT TODAY's SUBJECT, OKAY?!]

Also, Crowley is soft because "doing that makes him so happy".

Do you know who is supposedly "so happy" to save living things, aka GOD'S CREATIONS? Angels.

Crowley is soft because he rescues Aziraphale even when it is ACTUALLY ENDANGERING for both of them

He risked: his life, his pretty comfortable position "he carved out for himself", both his Earthy and Infernal homes sort of speak, AND EVEN HIS CAR to save his Angel's bottom/help him out in the direst situations (like stopping time to stop SATAN HIMSELF.)

[Also his past/present/future existence altogether, but the Bentley is more important, as I'm sure we'll all agree.]

[That is a Class A Protective/Helpful Husband, right there.]

Crowley is soft because he encourages Aziraphale to follow his passion for ✨prestidigitation✨

Even though he is pretty... amateurish at it. Not only does he encourage him, but he also HELPS him when he accepts to be his dashing assistant on stage.

[Yes, he does tell S1 Aziraphale to stop doing magic because he "has no idea how demeaning that is" but I'm pretty sure it was BECAUSE of S2 1941's events. Also, #WeStan1941Crowley here.]

Crowley is soft because he works pretty hard to make two humans he barely knows fall in love.

Yes, he also does it to cover his and Aziraphale's 25-Lazarii-magnitude-miracle lie BUT don't tell me his amazed expression when he thought he was about to witness Nina and Maggie actually falling for each other was not the purest, sincerest of all.

Finally, even if I could come up with more examples,

Crowley is soft because he saved Aziraphale's books JUST because he KNEW and CARED that Aziraphale CARED about said books.

That also, in Michael Sheen's very own opinion [as stated by Neil Gaiman in S1 GO DVD commentary], shared by many fans, and myself very much included, marks the moment

Aziraphale falls in love with Crowley.

[I DARE you to tell me THIS is NOT THE LOOK OF LOVE PERSONIFIED, go on, fight meh.]

So. WHY did it happen at that moment in particular? Well, because, first of all:

As a proper Jane Austen fan, Aziraphale is a slow burner.

Also, to him, an actual Angel, love is everywhere, so differentiating one love from another might be more difficult for somebody who can feel it whether or not it is even their own.

BUT [have you started getting used to my "but"s yet or should I harass you some more?] Let's go back in time to see how every previous encounter (that we know of) led to that pinnacle, shall we?

[Oh and, YES, this sort of essay will be long, and NO, I had no idea how much it would be when I started writing it, and still haven't, tbh 🤷‍♀️]

During part 2, we will also dive a little bit deeper into what Good Omens is all about.

[Yeah... I figured we would all need a break at this point.]

More on that later, then!

Hope I kept your interest at a reasonable peak. See you soon, Angels ❤

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[f1amboyant]

Harder

Right now, he wants. He wants Carlos to fuck him fast and hard, he wants to be in control and forget about the frustration of his racing career. He doesn’t want tender or he doesn't need soft. “Carlos,” he exhales (commands). “Carlos, I want…” “I know what you want, love.”

OR: Charles seeks comfort in Carlos' bed after the Dutch GP 2023.

Smut, light angst, rough sex, friends with benefits, pining, top!carlos, bottom!charles

Read it on AO3

Charles lies, sprawled on the bed and mindlessly scrolling on his phone when Carlos eventually finds his way back to his hotel room after the race. He looks up to see his teammate freeze for a second on the doorstep.

Carlos always looks stupidly good and hot after a race and this time doesn’t disappoint. His hair is as lustrous and thick as usual (Charles wants to thread his fingers through that beautiful mane), his eyes are huge and dark (Charles could drown in their depth) and his cheeks look slightly flushed still (would it feel warm to the touch if Charles were to kiss his skin right now?)

Unfortunately for his poor heart, Charles wants him whole.

He wants him bad.

Bad.

“Charles,” Carlos says, a bit surprised.

Sharl. Such a soft sound on that tongue. Charles could drink it all.

“How did you get into my room?”

“Rupert gave me a spare key.”

“Ah.”

It didn’t take much effort to make Carlos’ trainer cave to Charles’ whims and that, in itself, should be alarming but Charles couldn’t care less at the moment.

“Are you okay, mate?” Carlos asks.

“Mmh.”

Carlos frowns at Charles non-verbal response but doesn’t comment on it (he sees right through it, anyway). He makes sure the door is locked then walks up to the side of the bed. He grabs at the easiest part of Charles’ body that he can access (his bicep) and squeezes. Charles lets him.

“I need to shower. Wanna join?” Carlos says softly.

So Carlos understands why Charles is here. Good.

“Go ahead, I already showered. I’ll wait here.”

Carlos lingers a few seconds longer, his gaze moving across Charles' body in a trail that sets his skin on fire and makes his heart beat faster. He feels warm and scrutinized at the same time.

"I am not made of sugar," Charles protests. "I'll be okay. Go. You stink anyway."

Carlos laughs and finally leaves for the adjacent bathroom. Charles opens a new app on his phone to pass the time. He closes it quickly after scrolling through enough memes about Ferrari's strategy and their screw-ups to make him feel sick.

He feels ill. Behind the steering wheel, Charles can control a lot of things, but what his team does, he cannot. He needs to get back in control.

He needs Carlos.

It doesn't take long for Carlos to emerge back from the bathroom, wearing a wet white towel over his hips and nothing more. As he steps back into the room, his skin glistens beautifully, all of his toned body on display.

Well. Almost all.

Carlos pauses a few steps away from the bed (too far away for what Charles needs) and Charles throws the phone away.

He needs him.

Now.

“What do you want, Charles?” Carlos asks softly.

Love me, Charles wants to ask. Love me like no one else can, love me better than everyone else, love me better than life itself, better than that stupid life that is playing a sick game of unfairness with me right now. Love me like you mean it.

But he can’t say that and any other words are stuck in his throat. So he does the only thing he can think of.

As obviously and as suggestively as he can, he opens his legs.

Wide.

Carlos’ gaze turns dark, visibly swallowing. But still, he hesitates.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am more than sure, Carlos.”

Carlos doesn’t wait for him to say it twice. The towel drops from his hips and, in all his glorious naked beauty, he strides to the bed and towards Charles.

People sometimes describe Charles as that perfect angelic figure carved by the gods. These people obviously haven’t seen Carlos. If Charles is carved by the gods, Carlos is a god. Smoldering gaze, high cheekbones and sharp jaw. All tan skin from head to toe. Muscular body moving with that powerful grace that makes Charles’ mouth water with want.

He is magnificent. And at this moment, he belongs to Charles.

Fully naked and a bit wet from the shower, Carlos kneels on the bed then leans over Charles, still clothed. Charles opens his legs wider for him, wraps his arms around Carlos’ back, pulling him closer.

With a hand on his cheek, the other on the mattress for support, Carlos leans down and finally kisses him. Hard. All big lips, forceful tongue and sharp painful teeth.

Charles whimpers.

He wants it all.

He wants it to hurt.

He wants it to hurt on the outside like he hurts on the inside.

Every race weekend feels the same. It starts with a light heart and a wide smile, excited to be back on the paddock. Getting back in the car and putting his hands on the steering wheel always makes his heart race, fast fast fast. But then they fumble and the joy slowly fades away. Free practices don't go as planned. Quali feels like driving through mud and sand and barely making it to the end. On Sundays, strategy doesn’t pay, pace is off and the car feels bad. They miss the mark.

They don’t win.

He wants to win.

More often than not this season, Charles doesn’t even get to cross the finish line (like today). It’s disappointing, it’s frustrating to the highest level. And what can he do? Nothing.

But here, with Carlos, he can do something.

Now he is in control.

And he loves it.

He loves him.

With a hand in black lush hair, Charles breaks the kiss. Carlos looks positively delectable above him, all disheveled with flushed cheeks and big red lips. Charles pulls on his hair, brings him closer to whisper in his ear:

“What are you waiting for, Carlos? I want you to fuck me.”

I want you to love me, he doesn’t say. I want to be in control again.

A sharp tug on the hair in his hand draws a desperate whine from Carlos that Charles wants to swallow whole.

“Fuck me, Carlos.”

“Okay, cariño. Okay,” Carlos pants.

Cariño. That pet name. Always on Carlos’ tongue for him, in their most intimate and private moments together. It makes Charles’ heart sing, it makes him weep. Because it is not real. Not really.

And Charles wants.

Right now, he wants. He wants Carlos to fuck him fast and hard, he wants to be in control and forget about the frustration of his racing career. He doesn’t want tender or he doesn't need soft.

“Carlos,” he exhales (commands). “Carlos, I want…”

“I know what you want, love.”

And then Carlos is getting out of the bed and getting away from him and no, that’s not what Charles wants at all.

“Carlos.” This time it comes out as a pathetic whine but he couldn’t care less. He wants, he needs, he…

“I know, cariño.”

Carlos drops a swift kiss on Charles’ forehead then goes to his bag while saying:

“Take off your clothes, Charles.”

Charles struggles to obey, almost tripping on himself as he throws his t-shirt and jeans away. And just like that, the balance shifts between them. Carlos overtakes him, takes the lead and Charles surrenders and follows. But just like in a race, just like in the car, he stays in control. This is exactly what Charles has been waiting for.

When Carlos comes back with a condom and lube, Charles is lying back down, ready, fully naked, legs parted wide to accommodate Carlos as he kneels back between them on the mattress.

“You look beautiful, cariño,” Carlos murmurs, all smooth and hot as he trails delicate and ticklish patterns on Charles’ sensitive inner thighs.

Charles’ heart flips, suddenly beating much faster, and he groans.

“Come on, Carlos. Fuck me, already.”

“Impatient, eh?”

“Carlos…” Charles warns.

“Okay, okay.”

The hand on his thigh moves slowly up his leg, making Charles squirm and moan, until Carlos’ fingers reach his cock, wrapping around it. Charles is already hard and the pressure of that big calloused hand is delicious but he immediately bats it away.

“Don’t make me come. I want you to fuck me.”

“I know, I know. But I wanna make it feel good for you, okay?”

Carlos strokes him languidly, almost tenderly, as he slowly lowers his head until his lips graze the tip of Charles’ cock. Brown eyes never leaving him, so big and so tender it hurts.

Charles wanted it to hurt, right?

Not like this.

“Okay?” Carlos asks again.

“Okay,” Charles exhales, relenting.

Carlos’ mouth on his cock, as he swallows him whole, is exquisite, a warm heat to lose himself into. Sinful. Perfect.

“Carlos!” He reaches for Carlos’ head, grabbing fistfuls of hair so hard it must hurt.

“Relax, cariño,” Carlos whispers on the underside of his cock where he licks a broad stripe with his hot tongue before sucking him back into his mouth.

Fuck!

Charles doesn’t hear the bottle of lube being open, but he feels the cold wetness at his entrance when Carlos pushes down there with his middle finger. He breaches him almost too easily and Charles welcomes it, like he can finally breathe. Like finally he is back in control. Like finally, he can get what he wants.

Finally.

They have done this enough time, fell into each other’s arms and bed after races to know perfectly what to do. The perfect amount of pressure from that hot wet mouth to keep him on edge but never make him come, the right amount of lube and fingers and angle to hit just right. And Charles' hands on Carlos’ hair, the praise and filth on his tongue.

“Yes, Carlos, yes. Just like that. Mmh, please more.”

It’s a strategy perfectly executed to the last minute details, a flawless race to the finish line and heartbeats thrumming in unison with their pleasure. Perfect. They work so well together. Too well.

“Carlos, Carlos. Come on. I’m ready. Fuck me. Please.”

Carlos releases his hard cock all shiny with spit and takes his fingers out. Charles feels empty.

“How do you want to do this?”

“Just fuck me, okay?”

Charles scrambles upright, pulls Carlos by the hair, hard, and brings their faces together. He kisses him, all teeth and force, tasting himself on delicious lips. Then he leaves Carlos panting for breath as he himself gets on his hands and knees, almost presenting his ass to his teammate. If he should feel shame about his depravity, there’s not an ounce of it in his body.

He wants to get thoroughly fucked and he’s not ashamed of it, thank you very much.

“Carlos? Come on,” he calls, looking over his shoulder from his position on the bed.

Carlos stays silent and unmoving for a couple of seconds longer, stunned. Then there’s the sound of the condom being open and rolled on in place.

“You really want this, uh?”

Carlos’ hands brand hot searing marks on Charles’ ass when he pulls his cheeks apart. Charles whines, pitiful and needy. He feels empty, in his body, in his heart, in his life. He needs this. He needs it. He needs Carlos. He needs…

Carlos pushes into him to the hilt without warning and Charles almost sobs with relief and pain and everything.

“Oh putain de merde, oui!”

Carlos doesn’t let him get his breath back. He pulls out just to push back in immediately. Hard. Just like Charles loves it. Just like he wanted it.

"Fuck! Harder," he groans.

"Charles..."

There's a sort of growl and warning in Carlos' voice that sends shivers through Charles' body. Carlos might act all mighty and dark on the track, but Charles is starting to know him deep inside. Carlos is soft, Carlos is tenderness incarnated. Always with sweet words, kind fingers and delicate kisses. Charles loves it.

Loves him.

But sometimes (like right now) he wants it rough. His mind buzzes, with everything, with too much and he just wants needs to quiet the noises.

"Harder. Come on, Carlos!"

Carlos obeys. He grips Charles' hips, leaving red imprints on the pale skin, and pushes back in. Hard. Punching Charles' breath out of him.

"Fuck!"

Charles falls on his elbows from the force of the thrusts, head smushed into the sheets. And Carlos just pushes into him, pushes and pushes and pushes. Hard. He fills him up. So big. So good. Charles' mind starts to unravel, pleasure and pain taking over. Thoughts escape him.

Good.

That's good.

A particularly hard thrust right on his prostate has him shouting, the sound muffled on the pillow, his hands gripping the sheets.

"Carlos..." he mumbles.

"Is this what you want, cariño?" Carlos pants behind him, never faltering in his rhythm. "Do you want it to hurt? Do you like it when I'm mean to you?"

Yes, yes, yes.

"Yes, Carlos, please."

Charles doesn't know what he is pleading for anymore, but still Carlos gives it to him. He folds himself in half behind Charles, brings them closer together. Charles can feel the broad chest plastered against his back, strong arms around his waist, and hands finally leaving his hips to wrap around his leaking cock.

The sound he lets out of his mouth is inhuman.

Carlos' beard scratches Charles' shoulder blade when he tucks his head in Charles' neck, his breath a hot tease on his ear. Charles can hear him panting hard, can feel him faltering in his rhythm, his thrusts more and more erratic as he loses himself in his pleasure too.

"Carlos..."

"Take it, love. Just take it."

Hard thrusts, quick jerks of hand over his cock. Carlos bites his shoulder. Just on the right side of painful. Just on the right side of too much. Charles comes in a shout of pleasure, in a sob of relief. Finally. Finally, he lets it all go. The bad luck and the worse races, he lets it go. His frustration and hopelessness dissolve into Carlos' embrace. It all pours out of him as he comes on the bedsheets under him and his mind quiets down.

Finally.

Stars cloud his vision, and a haze of pleasure and quietness takes over his mind and his body. Tingling with the aftershock of ecstasy, Charles falls on the bed. Spent.

Somewhere (as from a distance), he feels Carlos pulling out of him, taking himself in hand and after a handful of seconds, coming on Charles' back. He then slumps on the mattress next to Charles. Also spent.

In silence, only broken by their harsh breaths slowly coming back to normal and coming back from their high, Carlos reaches out to Charles, petting his head and his hair softly. Charles turns his head under Carlos' big hand, nuzzling lazily at his palm like a big satiated cat. If he could, he would probably purr.

Their skin sticks to the sheets with sweat and come. It feels too hot and clammy. And yet it's perfect.

"Charles," Carlos whispers.

Sharl. His name rolls on that tongue like silk. Always. Even though they just fucked and came, Charles leans toward Carlos and kisses him, swallows his own name on Spanish lips. Exquisite.

He wants him, he wants him, he wants him.

They don't do this. Feelings. It's not what their weird teammates-with-benefits relationship is supposed to be like (not that they talk about it much). They just fell into each other. A bad race, a drink too much and it happened. Maybe it was fated from the moment they became teammates, Charles doesn’t know and doesn't really care. What he knows is this: between a passionate kiss that felt like coming home, a quick handjob after a frustrating meeting to release the pressure, and a first blowjob just to try because you don't know it might be good, between all that, Charles fell in love.

But this is all he gets.

It's enough.

It has to be enough.

"Are you feeling better, cariño?"

"Yes."

Charles burrows his head in the crook of Carlos' neck, smelling the scent of the hotel room shower gel and sweat and gasoline, and race track and home. Love. He takes it all in, draping an arm over Carlos' torso and pulling them closer together.

"Thank you, Carlos."

"You're welcome."

Charles closes his eyes as Carlos tucks him in closer, with a powerful arm around his shoulders and a hand in his hair. The fingers draw patterns on his scalp, a soothing massage lulling Charles to sleep.

"I'm tired," he mumbles.

"I know," Carlos whispers and Charles isn't sure he is imagining the kiss Carlos drops on the crown of his head. "You did so good, today. So good."

Charles isn't sure Carlos is talking about the race or their time together. He soaks in the praise anyway, sighs deeply and melts into Carlos' arms.

Later, he will get up to freshen up a bit in the bathroom and come back to clean sheets. Later, he will fall asleep in his own bed thinking about this moment over and over again. Obsessing over the things he wants (a good car, a win, Carlos) and all the things he cannot have (a good car, a win, Carlos). But for now, he'll happily cuddle with his teammate for just a bit longer (just a bit, please please please) and pretend when Carlos tightens his embrace, it's because he feels the same.

It's enough.

It has to be enough.

[kidney9-9]

Not Today Mister - Chapter 1

very short story (hopefully) with our babe Aizawa!!

Aizawa Shouta x Reader Word Count: 1k

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You stared blankly at the screen as you read the email once again, informing you that you had to move into UA if you wanted to keep your job there. You needed that job – to pay for your rent here, yes, but also to save up for your dream vacation (and perhaps early retirement) to an always sunny happy beach.

“I truly regret not bringing this up as a possibility sooner as I am responsible for the safety and care of all of our students and staff. Due to recent discoveries, the school board and I have agreed that it is safer to have everyone live on campus. We will now have mandatory live ins for students and teachers in separate dorm rooms. Our extra staff will have to decide to either stay on as a worker or leave here. Rooms are available for our extra staff, free of charge, and the pay is currently the same, with no adjustments. Sorry for this inconvenience.

Best regards,

Principal Nezu”

You blinked again as you looked at the time on your laptop – he sent this out at 2AM. You hummed quietly, wondering if this was real or if this was a dream, because it was certainly making you feel very excited.

All you had to do now was move in and work your regular job as one of the janitorial staff and in half the time of working there, you’d be able to go on your dream vacation in no time!

-

As it turns out, you were the only one of the janitorial staff to sign on and move into the new UA dorms. You had the floor to yourself technically since no one else had moved in during that time, but your room was cute and quaint as you decorated it, beach themed. You were the only one that didn’t have anything tied to you outside of your work that required you to be at home (or outside of work). You had already taken on most of the work before you moved in, and it was no problem.

You sighed happily as you stared into your small space.

It wasn’t quite different from your apartment that you moved out of, since your bedroom looked the exact same and now the kitchen was a communal kitchen (that you had to yourself) and a large bathroom connected to your room that definitely had more settings compared to your last apartment.

“Hello, sunny weather and sandy beaches in no time!” You cheered to yourself, pouring a glass of celebratory drink.

Just as you turned to take a sip, you heard a large “THUNK”, and you flinched, causing the drink to splatter over your face and down your shirt.

…Ah, so maybe there was one slight problem. You would have to deal with the students and other staff that lived on the other floors.

-

Waking up in your brand new room was relaxing as ever – that’s what you thought at first but then you heard it, the slight yelling a floor under you.

“HE NEEDS SOME MILK!” “SHUT UP WITH THE DAMN MEMES!”

You giggled. Okay, you could deal with that, right? Memes and some swearing from teens in the hero program. That would be no problem whatsoever. As you got ready for the day, you started to imagine all the other things you could do to the floor you had to yourself.

It could be all beach themed! That would be incredible!

Painted waves and painted palm trees on a few walls as an accent piece, some succulents in a few corners spotted with cute flowers, some seashells and beach cones on a few tables… Everything would be perfect.

When you got dressed in your usual work attire, you had a brighter smile than usual and with that, you left the room. You managed to sneak down the stairs without running into any of the students or the other staff, thankfully. But you did notice one boy was staring at you as you walked out of the building and into the first gym on your list.

You recalled his name was Midoriya Izuku, the one you cheered for as you watched the sports event on one of the many TVs in a hallway in the school.

You cleaned the first gym easily and in record time. Next, you set off to the hallway connected to the gym, cleaning the floor.

You were the only one up on this side of the school it seemed. You always had to get up extra early to clean and you were glad that no one bugged you before – and now you were glad that it hadn’t happened either!

You were almost sure that some kids would get up and try to talk to you, but they didn’t, and you were happy.

-

It was about midday when you were almost done with all your general tasks. All you had to do was clean the teachers’ lounge and then you were set to practically run free. Or as Nezu put it, “you can roam the halls to pick up anything that gets left behind! If you ever want company, please drop by! Of course, your day ends when everything is clean.”

You grinned thinking about Nezu. He was a great boss, and he always looked out for the kids.

You had dropped by once, before you moved in, to say a quick hello to him and after he shook your hand, he quickly took hold of both of them and sighed deeply – making you gape at him, confused.

“Your hands smell wonderful, and they are so very warm! Please come back again!” He told you and you laughed very hard together for so long that he ended up making you a cup of tea to go.

You reached the teachers’ lounge within a few minutes.

It was still mostly spotless compared to the last time you cleaned it, but still you did your best. You refilled the coffee cups and necessities, fluffed the pillows on each of the cozy green sofas and threw out the trash.

No one had stopped by when you were cleaning, thank goodness. You were never good at small talk.

Except, when you went to leave, you opened the door to someone standing extremely still, watching you like a predator.

It was a teacher who you knew by the pro hero’s name, Eraserhead, also known as Aizawa. He looked… angered or perhaps it was embarrassment. You couldn’t name it, but you couldn’t help but stare back at him with awe.

He was gorgeous.

So very gorgeous, to the point you might have to say he’s a 12/10. Hottie. Your jaw dropped slightly, thoughts running through your mind at top speed about this man’s beauty. You felt heat rush up to your face and before he could say anything, you knew you had to leave before you could embarrass yourself.

“Excuse me!” You tumbled out, eyes blinking rapidly now, instead of that full long stare you gave him back. Without much else, you practically pushed him out of your way and ran out of the teachers’ lounge.

You have never encountered him before. This was never an issue. You didn’t encounter many people before you moved in, which was good! But this – this would be a problem.

Aizawa Shouta, the most beautiful and most handsome man on Earth, is now your biggest dilemma and blocking you from going on your dream vacation.

[belphegor1982]

Top 5 OTPs (Shows, movies, books etc) and why. GO!

OH OKAY UM

The thing is that I rarely ship romantically. Like, at all. There's a small number of ships that I'll always ship (and/or have been for decades) and the rest is tiers of "yeah, that's nice" to "eh, apathetic" to notps. So... I guess?? In vaguely order of current rotation in my brain, kebab-style??

Pike Trickfoot/Scanlan Shorthalt (Critical Role, Vox Machina campaign/The Legend of Vox Machina) My heart, my soul, my liver. I love them with a determination inversely proportional to the small place they seem to have in the fandom. It's a relationship that evolves over time (slow burn? do you slow burn?) because the individuals evolve over time. Character development first, relationship development second! And there's hesitation, and Fucking Up, and so much love and hand-holding/taking before both seriously consider the other as a romantic partner/equal (as opposed to on a pedestal). Also they're pure chaos separately as well as together and I respect that.

Evelyn Carnahan/Rick O'Connell (The Mummy films) Speaking of chaos! And love! And respect and growth! I've loved them since 1999 and even more since 2001's The Mummy Returns gave us battle marrieds who support each other and clearly can't keep their hands off each other. They perfectly complement one another, they build up each other's strength, they have inside jokes, and they love one another so much they constantly annoy their brother(-in-law) and kid. Those films are my comfort food. Also very pretty and nice/fun to draw.

Reginald Jeeves/Bertram Wooster (P. G. Wodehouse's Jeeves short stories/Jeeves & Wooster) We're leaving canon and entering fanon and what a fanon, ladies and gentlefolk. Over 100 years old and in love with rapier wit, art deco, and smart men and their (not quite) idiots. The thing with this ship is that it should be entirely unbalanced: Bertie is Jeeves' employer and above him in social status. Bertie should have all the power, and Jeeves none. But Wodehouse excels at showing us how much that isn't true, because Jeeves is very, very smart, and Bertie, while the smartest of his social circle (...yes, really) and as pure of heart as he is dumb of ass, relies on him 100% (and is basically the Jack Black pointing meme. He loves his manservant SO MUCH). I love a loveable idiot with a dose of self-awareness and self-esteem issues and an unflappable brain going "...ah. yes. unfortunately that is my idiot."

Chel/Tulio/Miguel (The Road to El Dorado) Come on, I HAD to sneak in an OT3 :3 I shipped them before I even really knew what shipping was. I love me an OT3, and this is a perfect example. You start with a dreamer with Determination (all open heart and sunshine) and an insecure flamboyant conman who is very good at lying (especially to himself) who would die for each other a thousand times, and you add a jaded cynic stifled by her environment who sleeps with (and catches feelings for) one and gets on well with the other and BAM, perfect recipe! Because Tulio and Miguel are ride or die for each other and I don't see that changing with Chel in the picture! ANYWAY. Love them and only want good for them.

Scrooge McDuck/"Glittering" Goldie O'Gilt (Carl Barks and Don Rosa Disney Ducks comics) Ooooh them. I have a soft spot for asshole pairings, and they deliver. Reading The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck (and other comics) really bring into focus all the might have beens and the missed opportunities either by way of fate or one or both of them being dumbasses. They can't live with each other, they are 100% incompatible, but also they carry each other's heart and they will probably never love anyone else That way. Will they get a happy ending? I don't know! Do I want them to? I have no idea!! I just love them in a "Le Tourbillon" (the French song) way: people who find each other, lose sight of each other, find each other again, and the whole cycle starts once more. Sometimes it's not about having, it's about wanting and yearning and reminiscing <3

Thank you for the opportunity to ramble, dear anon 💜