#I WORE THEM /ONCE/.... TWICE MAYBE 😭😭😭😭😭

[lokh]

😭😭😭😭😭😭 bro I think insects ate my sandals

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi! Newbie here🙈 it took me months to send my first request. Can I request something like witch Thena randomly seeing Gilgamesh in the forest and playing with her magic so she randomly turned him into a baby bear. And of course she had to face the consequences of taking care of him because bear Gil doesn't leave her alone, he always finds his way to Thena. So Thena finally gave up and took care of him, she hated it at first but bear Gilgamesh is just so cute and is all clingy to her and would also throw cute tantrums. She had to endure how messy bear Gil eats and how he needs to be cuddled up to sleep. And each night Thena tries to put a spell or a potion on him and at one point there's this last potion she has left and it didn't work. Bear Gil was just teary when it didn't work on him and Thena just had to apologize because she turned a random person into a bear forever, she could only cuddle him to sleep. But when she woke up, she wasn't expecting that the small bear she was cuddling last night was back into its original form and still cuddling with her.

And thank you! I hope this is not a lot, bye😭🙈

Thena huffed as a nose nudged her elbow. "What?"

The bear whined/growled at her, her cloak between his teeth.

She sighed. There was once a time she would have given it her coldest glare and yelled at it to get away from her. But she accepted the cloak before pulling it around her shoulders, "thank you."

The bear moaned before lumbering across the fire from her. He sat patiently, knowing how this worked by now.

It was far from their first attempt to change him back into a human.

If she knew how she had turned him in the first place, she would undo it. But it had been reactive--instinctive! She had felt a presence in the precious isolation of her northern forest and responded by sending out a burst of magic as a hand grasped her shoulder. Then, the next thing she knew, there was a small bear lying in the snow.

He was all paws, at first. Clumsy, unused to this body. She reasoned that time as a bear would do him some good! Humans were such terrible creatures, no magic at all, unconnected from the elements and the world around them.

But the bear toddled after her, whining and growling in its frustration. She had slammed her door in its face at first. But when the chill of the night set in, as did her guilt. She had only intended to let it in to warm by her fire for the night. Then she would find it a new home.

But the bear made itself at home. He got into her honey, pawed at her spell books, even made his way to her bed to snuggle up to her! She had half a mind to turn it into a mealyworm for that, but maybe its pitiful little face had gotten to her. She said just that night!

Now it was later, a number of new moons past. She couldn't undo it--she couldn't even figure out what exactly she had done to cause it! And the creature once a human trapped as a bear cub was now a midsize bear. He had acclimated to his new form, and cooperated as she tried to find ways to undo her magic.

It wasn't a spell, because spells wore off, or changed with the condition of the subject. It wasn't a hex, that couldn't be completed by reflex alone. And it wasn't a curse, because nothing had happened to her in the process. Nothing tethered her life to his.

But she had a duty to him, nonetheless. He had gotten too big for her bed, but he still slept by her hearth every night, she still shared her meals and they tried spells and potions every night together.

"This might be it," she dared to speak aloud as the steam from the potion receded. Its colour turned, and she could practically see her face in the surface of the viscous matter. She picked up a ladle of it and offered the bowl.

The bear sniffed it and recoiled, sticking out its tongue.

"Oh, stop," she chided him, still holding it out.

He puffed through his nose before accepting it in his paws. They were twice the size of her hands, now. He sniffed at it a little more before taking a lick.

She smiled as he flinched. "It's steaming hot, you."

He made a variety of sounds, and she wondered if she would ever know what he sounded like as a human. He set the bowl down and took a mouthful of snow before eating the potion with his grotesque teeth.

Thena held her breath, gripping the edges of her cloak as they waited for a reaction. The wind even this far up the mountain was chilly, but he was now to the size where they didn't really want to experiment with spells inside the cottage. The last one had doubled the volume of his fur, creating a mess that took her a week to clean in total.

He looked around him for a few moments, then at his paws, before slumping down in the snow again. It didn't work.

Thena looked down at her feet in the snow as well. Yet another failure. It wasn't just the potion, it was how truly saddened he seemed. Perhaps he was yearning for home. Perhaps it was nearing a time in his human life of significant importance. She hadn't exactly gotten around to asking if he had a family waiting for him.

The bear sat up again, although his ears had a heavy droop to them. He moaned faintly, his breath showing in the cold air from his muzzle.

Thena's throat clenched. For every time that didn't work, this was the worst. Their hopes had been high, and after more than half a year, she really did think she had found the right mix.

She had even gotten his hopes up about it. They had read the spell book together, gathered the ingredients. She had told him that perhaps this would do it--a potion to revert the development of cells. Technically it was for unpickling a vegetable, but she had done her research, and she was confident she could use it on a living subject.

She had practised on fish! All of which went to him as a meal to reward him for his help. But she had successfully used it.

"I'm so sorry."

The bear lifted its head, and even seated, he could see eye to eye with her. Even the breath from his wet black nose was visible in the air.

"I thought-" she pressed her lips shut as her throat squeezed again. She had no right to cry. It was his life which had been changed irreparably. She moved her hand to his head, rubbing the soft black fur there and around his much softer ears. When he would sneak into her bed for warmth, she would play with them while he slept. "I thought this would be the one."

The bear bellowed gently, moving his snout to brush his nose against her cheek before resting his head on her shoulder. His arm tucked her closer to him, his paw hanging loosely so he wouldn't claw her by accident. Bears had amazingly warm bodies.

Thena sighed against his neck. He smelled much better now than he did when he was small, always getting his food everywhere and needing to be brushed. She patted his shoulder, "come on."

He followed her silently, kicking snow up with his paws behind him to douse their fire. It was a sombre occasion; they could come back for her cauldron in the morning.

Thena tried to keep her tears at bay as they walked back into the cottage. She hung up her cloak while her companion lumbered right over to the fire. He dropped down on the rug she had woven for him more heavily than ever. Her heart twisted again.

He stirred as he felt her against his back.

"I'm sorry," she whispered again, pressing the tears she couldn't contain into his fur. He huffed and she nuzzled into him until it rustled her hair, "I'm sorry I have altered your life so. It was never my intention."

He didn't exactly have a reply for her.

"I won't stop," she promised, leaning more heavily against his shoulder. She was exhausted. "I won't stop until I change you back."

Even if he was a human. Even if he hated her. Even if he yelled and screamed at her as soon as he was back to being a man. She couldn't blame him for it, now could she? Even if he returned with a pitchfork to burn their cottage to the ground.

No: her cottage.

She had brought him into her home. But for him, this was just a shelter from the cold, after she had turned him into a beast. Surely he was yearning for his own home. Was he missing a wife who would say soft things to him at night? Did he have children who asked every night where their father had gone? Did their mother tell them stories of wicked witches who snapped away handsome men to be their familiar servants for all their lives?

She would try the potion again. She would test it more. She would test it on more species, larger and more varied. If a witch's life was devoted to magic and the pursuit of its endless knowledge, then she had a new mission. Her only reason for all her days forward was helping this bear become a man again. A man who would hate her and curse her name for generations to come.

She had no idea how she could sleep at all with thoughts like that in her head. But she had indeed slept, her face buried in the bear's soft fur, smelling of the smoke from the fire. But he was just so warm. She nuzzled her face against it again, even coming her fingers through it.

It didn't feel the same, though. And he wasn't as soft as he had felt the night before, either. She winced as she tried to drag herself awake. Potions still required magic, and creating a new potion or casting a new spell every night had her at her limit.

"You okay?"

"Hm," she sighed, blinking as the sun hit her eyes. She was still on the floor, she realised as she looked up at the hearth, eating up the smoke from the fire that had gone out in the night. She should have been freezing, though, if that were the case. Why wasn't she in her bed? She was on the floor. She was on...a chest.

Her head shot up. It wasn't her bear, with his massive black eyes and cold, wet nose. It was a human. A human man with a face, and a smile. It was a nice smile. He had a soft voice.

"Hey."

[jils-things]

ooo tell us abt the proposal jil its 2 am pls read us a little bedtime story u.u 💤

AAAUOOOO 😭😭 how dare you hide under the anon mask sniffles... ill get u... WEEEHGJH PIPIPI you got me so passionate here in writing it ALMOST could be considered a little fic rnnnn 🤧🤧🤧🤧 I'M ANGRY AND EMBARRYYYY AAAUUUWA MWA

so there would be a day - of course where steven just knew - he wanted to be with her, for as long as he can. he wanted to propose to her, but how should he go about that?

he doesnt want to be obvious - because she's pretty good at noticing him when he's trying to do something special for her. hes such a loverboy what can we do smhsmh if he suddenly took her to a restaurant with no context other than just "treating you with nice food because yes" but it was actually her birthday then she KNOWS there's something up and it can ruin the surprise (at least for him. he would be ruined if she knew instantly AHHSJFAJFASJF). so whats the best way to go about this proposal idea? he has to surprise her, somehow...

so at nighttime, at sla.teport, where all the crowds at the marketplace dispersed, nothing but the windy night and the ocean waves crashing on the shoreline. steven waited for jaide by the lighthouse, the farthest from the city, and closest to the ocean. he was minutes early than the agreed time. no gentleman leaves his wife sweetheart hanging, now does he? he had the ring box in his suit pocket. he was nervous, constantly rubbing his finger against the cold metal ring he wore.

well fortunately, he would learn about a nice meteor shower coming up, and it just so happens to be in s.lateport city, the very place where they met. he's seen meteor showers before, but she never did. he always wanted her to see one, and this is the perfect opportunity - the perfect distraction, even. so one day, he'd excitedly tell her that a meteor shower is upon them in a few days, and was hoping if she was available to come along to share the view with him. now, jaide obviously could not turn this offer down because she always wanted to see one based on how much he praised the beauty of it, and she cant turn down a once in a lifetime opportunity, no? it would also break his rock loving heart if she declined...

"if she says yes, one of these rings will be retired soon," he would tell himself... he sure was confident. there was definitely no plan b here.

so of course she would come, maybe a minute or two later, but he was happy to see her regardless. the skies were still pitch black, no sign of glitter yet. best to talk to kill some time.

he would begin to express how time seem to fly so fast since he met her, because everyday was a new opportunity to do something with her. then again, he always thought about her even since they were kids, wondered how she was doing since that faithful encounter. he never knew he'd even begin to fall for her when they just wanted to rekindle that friendship. jaide herself never saw herself to be in a relationship with anyone, she was happy all by herself, but steven struck a cord in her that made her think twice about just being by herself - he was more than just a friend. he was someone she knew understood her well - someone she could probably see spending the rest of her life together with ... but thats enough of sentimentality.

suddenly, a little sparkle in the sky and more followed after. the skies twinkled beautifully, and jaide was amazed. her eyes could not be separated from the view - perfect.

steven not only got her distracted, but boy was she the prettiest thing. he could stare at the skies too, but nothing can compare to the look on her face, so innocent, so charming. he allowed her to watch in silence, until it was over.

"i beg to differ" a challenging statement coming from the man. this made her turn her head to him in confusion - there, her eyes widened.

"i'm glad to have shared this time with you" she says, still looking up. "this is possibly the prettiest thing i'll ever see in awhile, steven." she has no idea, she was too immersed in the sightseeing.

and there he was, one knee down - arm slightly outstretched. a box on his hand - a diamond ring inside. it sparkled wonderfully, full of purity and shine

"steven? you--"

he chuckles again,

he's actually quite prepared for this for awhile now. he bought that ring AGES ago. his father threw every ring design at his direction when possible, he literally asked for jaide's mom's blessings without jaide knowing he was in new ba.rk town and heck, though a little rebellious at the idea, he even got gold's approval - that protective little brother of hers. he had everything, but not the time. but it all ends today,

the times he's been itching about wanting to ask her to be his, and his only. everytime he'd look at her, there's that nice feeling of warmth and happiness deep inside him - because he knows, she's changed him before they even realized it. the moment he recognized her from the crowd, he knew he had to talk to her again and boy is he glad he's done that. and as if she wasnt remarkable back then, she's just as charming as the present - independent, smart, and even considerate for his well being - she never knew he was someone of rich status and always saw him as an equal. it was nothing but a breath of fresh air whenever he talked to her and he only fell harder for her. a lot of people he comes across wanted him for some other reason aside from his actual self and he's been through enough to be distant from those kind of people. but jaide, jaide was different - and that's what made her so charming to him that he wanted to win her attention. but now, he asks with full certainty and will in his voice

"for so long have i chosen to walk as a lone man - concerned for his passion and interests - i've had people to be there for me, but none stuck as long as you, even if time separated us, we still found each other - and our friendship only bloomed harder than ever. it was at that point where i realize that - i want you to partake in the next chapter of my life."

and of course, she said yes ♡

[joe-moi]

https://www.tumblr.com/joe-moi/746710560032325632/httpswwwtumblrcomjoe-moi746671498886070272h

JQ girly here and maybe I’m one of the few but no I am absolutely not mad about the auction, as soon as I saw them announce Joe as one of the bids I knew I stood no chance lol and listen I know this is for a good cause and I already said it, they played it smart by including Joe because they knew fans would pay a stupid amount of money for him so I’m actually really happy for the whole situation, I just hope whoever wins remains respectful and doesn’t make him uncomfortable because we all know some of the girlies in the JQ fandom can be absolutely unhinged but anyways, what bothered me specifically was that one comment calling out those of us that have been to cons and what money we’ve spent for that and comparing that to the auction , like ok yes point taken I get it but girl we plan cons months in advance and they barely announced this auction like a week ago, I don’t have $3k or $4k just laying around to spend from one week to the next like cmon 😭 but I’m also not gonna throw a fit about it I just saw the tweet and kept scrolling

I think the important thing to remember is that auctions are not made for regular people. auctions are for the Uber rich. that’s why in movies and TV and when you hear about live auctions, it’s always at a charity gala. I know some incredibly wealthy people who attend auctions on a regular basis and it’s always at a black event. And they always show up with a checkbook and will buy stuff that they do not need just to flaunt their money. That’s how it’s always been and that’s how it’s always going to be. I think most people knew the second that they announced that there was not a chance in hell anybody that’s on fandom Twitter was going to be able to afford it without having a rich family. You have to be able to spend thousands of dollars at the drop of a hat. The second that auction closes you’re writing a check for several thousand dollars and not blinking an eye.

This Auction is for a good cause, but there was no way anybody from fandom was going to be able to afford that. And honestly, that’s probably why he did it. I agree with you that spending money at a con that you know about in advance and is probably only around $1000 in total, and you can after pay some of them, is way different than dropping $5000 next week after you are the highest bidder.

For example, the mask that gator wore in Fargo was auctioned off, I don’t think anybody even tried to get that one. There was no way from the jump that any of us were gonna be able to afford it. It’s not designed for regular people. It’s not for people in fandom. Whoever won that mask was likely a memorabilia collector and whoever wins with zoom tea is likely some rich kid.

Somebody once asked me what my “ think twice about spending money” limit is. They said that your “think twice limit” is the money that you are willing to spend without thinking twice and then the limit you hit where you think “do I really need to spend this.” And it changes as your jobs change and you get older and things in your life happen. For me that’s about $40. Anything under $40 I don’t think twice about, anything over that I definitely think twice about. For some of the rich people I know, their “think twice” limit is over $700. Whoever wins this has a really high “think twice limit”

[sipsteainanxiety]

Shay, since you're such a big bkg fan, do you have any merch of bkg?? If yes then do you mind telling from where did you get it coz I wanna buy too, and if not then do you plan on buying anytime and what kind??

oh…. 😳😳 well this is embarrassing but i actually umm dont have any bkg merch LMAOOO im a fake fan 😭 idk i just never bothered to buy any pfft

the only merch i DO have for mha is a poster my brother got me for christmas and an uraraka funko pop that my friend got me for my birthday sjzjsjxs. so u can see that i dont rly go out of my way to buy anime merch LOL. i do honestly prefer like. lowkey merch ngl. likeeee i would get these bkg pjs thts similar to his hero costume ig? or ummm this hoodie maybe? idfk 🤷‍♀️ im looking on amazon rn LOL this mug is also cute. never thought abt it too much forgive me nonnie 😭😭

i think i have like, a tokyo ghoul bracelet somewhere tho?? its just kaneki’s mask. and i think a naruto bracelet… and an aot one? idk where they are tho i bought them in middle school and i definitely only wore them once or twice LOL

[fellasleepinbaltimore]

also the Smirnoff like wore off quicker than expected so I was like maybe it's one of those drinks so I had more than I would have and that was dumb fgthfhyff cos like I was defo 😔🙊 gghgyyt like I barely remember what happened yesterday evening khhyyhf like fhttudfguu I like fthtuu did a lot of things yesterday too so I'm like did I get those done??? like I had dishes I'm pretty sure I did them tho bc I can remember that and also I took a shower??!! drunk as fuck??? okay... I ordered food and ate it... I can feel that... I definitely threw up like twice actually once in the sink once in the toilet and I like had to like 😭😭 clean them expeditiously cos like it wasn't messy it was just like... there... like cgjty oh it smells like puke yummm fhfyhy and like I'm thinking about whether or not I put away my cup I drink from I think I did just cos I know when I went to shower I like cleaned up downstairs I brought literally all my stuff upstairs so like idk I was meticulous I can definitely imagine myself at the sink putting it in there so... all this is mostly me wondering if anyone noticed lmfao 😭😭

[baekhvuns]

I was disappointed as well dude. Twice.

Idk if they're restrained from dressing in these amazing dresses or what but the thing that triggers me the most is the toxic fanbase 😭. I still liked the dress though. MAYBE THEY COULD'VE DONE SOMETHING WITH THE MAKEUP AS WELL!!! Nvm now we all gotta satisfy ourselves with edits. Idk why but sometimes i feel like yg and bp always do the bare minimum and expect us to be happy with it. Just like Jisoo's solo....i still love it ok? But....it lacked something. I was more disappointed with Rosé's dress though and like can we for once FOR ONCE HV THE MAKEUP CHANGE A BIT!

Well what was supposed to happen, happened. I'm just praying for more k-pop idols at met Gala.

Pls hongjoong. Invite hongjoong. He won't disappoint ik for a fact.

.....i just saw ur just friends update on met gala.

....THEY WOULD BE THE ICONIC COUPLE LIKE- I BEG U PART 2 PUHHLEEASSSEEE 😭😭😭😭😭

i know someone said the dress was like as if she attended inkigayo 😭😭😭 idk what restrained them but the chanel she had in her own closet was def far more interesting than the one she wore to the gala 😭😭😭

kai at the met…pain

honestly if kpop idols are gonna attend the gala they better wear the best if not then literally what’s the point, u go, u show the best and u become the talk of the town 🔫

[dollyyyhouse]

I'm back! I'm back! I'm baaackk! Sorry I've been gone so long, I kept telling myself to write but I'd get so lazy to do anything 😭 This is the third part of my previous fan-fictions! I hope you guys enjoy <3

Trigger warnings for mentions of suicide, please be careful!!!!

The bustling nightlife of the Devildom had continued like usual, it seemed like everyone had turned a blind eye to the death of the infamous human exchange student. It was always like this, with all the commotion you caused while living with the Avatars of Hell— you were constantly in some sort of issue. Rumors would spread like a wild fire, only to be forgotten days later, you knew that all the demons in Devildom saw you as nothing more than a pawn in a game or a troublesome fly.

You were tired of mimicking someone you never even knew, tired of spending hours trying to imitate everything about her, tired of never being able to express your true emotions, and tired of being tossed around like a useless ragdoll. Day by day, you could slowly yet surely feel yourself losing grip on the true reality of the situation you were in.

It felt like a sick joke when you suddenly awoke, laying on a random bench not too far from RAD. You quickly realized you were in the exact same state as before, but your dress was still in perfect condition; you couldn't see the resemblance that you and the fallen angel shared. It drove you insane, you no longer knew who you were. Are you MC? Lilith? Nothing felt real.

Being in Devildom already felt like madness, but after dying twice and becoming an eerie ghost; you could no longer tell the difference between a cruel nightmare or the bitter reality you often faced. When demons walked past you they could sense your gloomy presence but continued on with their day— hardly any of them could see you in the first place. You had nothing to do, you refused to go anywhere near the Demon Lord's Castle or the House of Lamentation, so you usually walked through alleyways; moaning and wailing like a little kid.

But one day, a simple conversation with a drunk demon had unintentionally caused you to spiral once again.

"Ghh.. quit your crying, it's a pain in the ass." Your usual routine was interrupted by a random demon who was very clearly intoxicated, you were shocked to see that someone finally heard your cries; every other demon tuned your moaning out and continued on with their day, they were all fed up with troublesome ghost.

"You can hear me..?" You tried to hide your tear-stained face with your hands but it was already too late, he had already acknowledged the entirety of your presence. "Of course I- hngh! Ugh.. can!" He clutched a bottle of Demonus in his hands as if it were gold, he seemed like the exact depiction of a drunk man that you imagined in your head— tired eyes, wobbly steps, and a shaky yet dramatic voice.

"I didn't think any demon would notice me.. I hardly have a presence." The demon let out a loud laugh, seeming oddly amused. "Those are some weak demonsss! I doubt they h.. have much magical abilities." When you heard the demon say that you couldn't help but think to yourself, that maybe what if you found a demon, or anyone with magical abilities they could help you out with the situation you were in. You had no clue how you were gonna approach this, you didn't study much in RAD so you didn't know if there was anything that could save your pitiful soul.

"Demon.. magical abiliti.. s!" The words the demon next to you went in through one ear and out the other— quickly losing focus on what the conversation was actually about when you were reminded of the day you successfully ended your life. A frown formed on your face as you thought of all of the possibilities, you weren't sure if your new plan was going to work but you had hope.

You were cursed to wear the same dress Lilith wore even after your death, you wanted to seperate yourself from her but knew you could never do it with anybody in the past inner circle. The angels, the demons and the wizard all knew about the fallen angel, when you were with them you could never go a minute without hearing her name. But you craved to disconnect yourself from her, hate grew inside of you the more you heard her name or even saw a photo of her.

When you looked to your side— where the demon was you noticed he was quickly dozing off. A sigh fell from your lips as you stood up, catching a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the demonus bottle. "Do I remind you of a past angel..?" The words fell from your lips, you knew that all of the demons you'd ask that would most likely say no— and you yearned for that.

@0that-tired-writer @shan-jia-mo-li @lavendereii @xiaopleasecomehome

[rosemaryandarsenic]

HI if you need anymore gareth requests perv!gareth is always infiltrating my mind!!!:!:! (obviously NSFW)

-constantly stealing your panties, most of the time he can’t even wait till he’s home and has to jerk off in his car with them (he keeps them in a box under his bed and is so nervous everytime you come over that you’ll find them.)

-LOVES taking photos of you, you always assumed it was innocent but didn’t realize the reason he kept taking more was because he ruined the old ones…

-you stole one of his flannels once and wore it to school thinking it’d annoy him, he had to jerk off in the bathroom twice that day and the entire time he just kept thinking about fucking you in it. leave hickies all over you so everyone knew how dirty you were for him.

-whenever he sleeps over he can barely control himself, in your sleep you always seem to roll over and spoon yourself onto him and he becomes a mess beneath you. you could just be laying your head on his chest, but the smell of your perfume and the way you look so relaxed would send him overboard. he’d be a flushed horny mess, stroking your hair lightly while stroking himself.

-always hced that he’d blush super easy, and just the sight of you bending over to pick something up would leave him bright red.

(i’m sorry this is more of a rant then a request, i get super excited ab this stuff n just love him sm!!😭)

THANK YOU! I am so glad you also like perv!gareth, I've been thinking about doing some HC's for him ahhh. I LOVE him, and these are all so spot on. If you don't mind I have some thoughts about how the reader would be JUST AS PERVY lol. Like they start to catch on that he's like this but they don't say anything because they want to see how long they can make him squirm before he confesses.

Not too long ago I had this fem!reader blurb idea so here you go:

Gareth likes to keep one particular photo of you in your cheer/dance uniform above his bed. It's not necessarily for JUST pervy activities, sometimes he just likes to lay there and look at you. It's taped up, underneath a band poster so that no one else knows it there. One day you go into his room without him to grab something you left and the pin holding up one corner of the poster has fallen out, so you can kind of see under the poster. You decided to snoop and realize it's a picture of you, so instead of saying anything you pin it back up. Later in your own room, you take a polaroid of yourself in the same position of the photo - except you're wearing just your cheer skirt and bra. Next time you're over at his house you swap out the photos under the poster and don't say a word. The next time he see's you, he keeps turning red and getting all flustered. You know he won't ask about the picture but he also knows you know about it because who else would?! Eventually, he lets you know he likes you, and you talk about it, but right now - you two get to share your pervy little secret ahhh

After the flannel incident, the reader keeps stealing his clothes, his flannels, or his hoodie. Maybe you ask if you can borrow some and just "forget" to give them back so you can keep wearing them at school. It starts with just shirts but then you steal a pair of PJ pants and wear them without underwear. There are also a few times where you have to change at his house because you messed up your clothes and have to wash them, so you walk out in a pair of his boxers and his T-shirt. It drives him CRAZY.

When he sleeps over you intentionally wear cut-up shirts that show off your body or short shorts.

If yall are neighbors, your windows would line up like in the movies. You start leaving your window open all the time, waiting to change until you know he's in his room or stretching in front of the window. Wearing super exposing stuff to bed, or maybe just sleeping naked but leaving the lights off so no one can really see you except the person who knows how to look. He tells himself it's in poor taste to look but he can't help himself, can't get the idea out of his head of you sleeping naked so closely.

You've known Gareth for a long time, so you also know what makes him horny lol. That means you wear thigh-high socks or fishnets when you're around him. You're a waitress, and he comes in to see you at work so you always make sure to drop something near his table or where he's standing so you can bend over and let him see you do it. We all know he's got an oral fixation lmao so imagine always sucking on a lollipop around him or asking to get ice cream. He always lets his melt too fast so you "catch" it and lick it off his hand. You always ask him to check if your lipstick is smudged off and hold your face really close so he can check.

You're always asking him to grab your keys out of your back pocket because your hands are full, ignoring the way he uses it as an excuse to feel your butt. When you're in crowded places together, you always stand in front. There have been several times at concerts where you get shoved back into him and just stay there. If seating options are limited in car rides then you ALWAYS make sure you end up sitting on his lap.

This is innocent on your end, but you always play with his hands. You don't realize it's doing anything, you just want to be close to him, but he thinks about it for hours after. He likes to imagine the feeling of your soft hands EVERYWHERE.

You kind of Pavlov dog him, conditioning him to associate certain smells with things. You know he jerks off with lotion in his room so you leave one of your more fragrant kinds like a strawberry-scented one. He uses it for a few weeks, not thinking about it until you wear the same scent when you're hanging out and he can't stop thinking about you giving him a handie. This happens frequently whenever you wear the same scent.

He puts scary movies on during movie night so you'll hide in his arms when you get scared. It's cliche but it works, he also likes to hear you beg when you don't want to watch one that night.

The only thing better than perv!gareth is boyfriend perv!gareth, who likes to whisper the vilest, obscene things in your ear to make you blush. He's unprepared when you do it back, or worse when it's just the two of you and you re-enact something he says. Once he jokingly called himself daddy and later that night you walked out in just your underwear and said, "Somebody missed daddy today." Nearly takes him out.

Modern!Gareth would get a text every day about what underwear you're wearing underneath your clothes, he knows if he doesn't get one, you aren't wearing any.

[hoonsangel]

Sunflower L.DH

pairing: idol!haechan x afab!reader 

He wonders how he got here now only visible to a singular little girl all while staring at his one true love unbeknownst to them.

genre: angst, fluff, established relationship

warnings: poor writing, allusion to death, repetitiveness, (I think that's all lmk if there's more) 

words: 1.2k

a/n: this was my first time writing I usually just read or proofread my friends' works but I saw this prompt and really wanted to write about it. I’ve been wanting to add to the small pool of black/brown readers we have on this platform for a while and this is my attempt lmao but please don't shy away from critic or just letting me know how you felt about the fic anyway imma stop talking now (´･×･`) AH Tumblr keeps making the same paragraph twice and I'm losing my mind so pls ignore it if it's there thxs😭

"Where am I?"

That was the one question on Haechan’s mind as his eyes now bore into the eyes of a little girl who was staring back at him with the same intensity and curiosity he must’ve held in his own. Slowly the little girl walks away and continues to host the small tea party she was holding with her rabbit plushie. Haechan watched from his fixed position in her room-- he assumed as the room was littered with various dollhouses, cars, and little pictures he sure contained the child and her parents. He wasn't exactly sure how he had ended up in this place. The last thing he remembered was being held in y/n’s arms and then darkness and now he was suddenly here. Before he was allowed to ponder deeper upon this he heard the girl speak if you can even call it that it was more of a squeak emitted from the little girl beckoning him over. “Sit here” was all she said yet he was compelled almost as if he wasn’t able to deny her. He sat in the small chair she motioned to. Much too small for him to sit in, he thought to himself yet when he sat it fit perfectly almost as if it was made for him. The girl poured his “tea” into the small princess tea set she had set up and waited for him to drink it. The hope and expectation flickered in her eyes as his hand picked up the cup and he took a long sip from the cup. She smiles. The prettiest eye smile he had seen in a while. It was faintly familiar yet he wasn’t able to pinpoint where he had once seen it. He opens his mouth to finally ask the questions that had been swirling in his mind during their entire encounter; he still needed to find out why he was here after all.

Yet his words die on his tongue as his eyes meet with a picture hung on her wall. It was of a woman, a man, and the little girl that so graciously welcomed him here.

He moves from the seat he once occupied to take a closer look but no matter how close he had gotten the picture never seemed to clear. He was only able to distinguish the little girl's face in the photo. Quickly he turns around ready to question who was in the photo with her yet she was gone. Haechan sees the closed door just a moment ago was now wide open and the girl and her plushie were gone. For a second Haechan felt as if he was in a horror movie with how quick and unfamiliar everything was yet he still ventured down the hall hoping the little girl that provided him with a little familiarity was around. Then he hears the giggles of not only one person but another, someone older maybe? As Haechan turns the corner he’s met with the back of a person, their brown skin glimmering in the sun the white curtains had allowed in. Their curly and coily hair was put up into a high pony on their head, and they wore a basic white cami and grey shorts they had paired with a yellow cardigan yet it resembled artwork to him. The person had the little girl perched on their hip while they showed her the food she had been making moments before.

It was then that Haechan realized where he was. An open-concept kitchen that opened to a large living room, the space was decorated in the same style he had always wanted to decorate his future home. His thoughts were interrupted by the giggles of the two people he had forgotten were in the room with him. He still hadn’t seen the face of this mystery person he came across in his haste. He tries to make his presence known and speaks a simple “Hello” into the air. Yet he wasn’t met with a response from the adult but a glance and a tilt of the head from the young girl. Her eyes held that same curious look but now they held something different he couldn’t put his finger on.

The person puts down the small child and picks up the fruit tray that holds all different shapes and sizes. He looks down as the child runs directly past himself almost running into him yet avoiding him at the last moment. He looks up in the worry of the small child and there he is met with the one person he never thought he would see here. Y/n. Why? But they were… No. He must’ve seen wrong. He drops his head into his awaiting hands. He quickly raises his head and watches as Y/N passes past him with as little of a glance towards his distressed figure. He watches as ‘Y/N’ treads towards the same room he originated from. 

Slowly Haechan follows after them. Seeing her set down the tray of fruit and take a seat next to this young girl they were well acquainted with. He stands by the door awkwardly shuffling looking at his Y/N move about this situation as if they didn’t have a profound discomfort around children. It was one of the reasons he wasn’t sure if this was his Y/N, yes they held the same face but who knows it could very well be their doppelganger or this could all be one creepy dream…it had to be anything but what was in the darkest crevice of his mind. No, he wouldn’t even begin to think of that situation.

There had to be a perfectly explainable reason why Y/N wasn’t responding to him or even noticing him staring them down. Just then he makes eye contact with the one person in the room that seems to acknowledge his existence. The little girl. Her high-pitched voice calls out to him “Why aren’t you sitting with us?” “Come sit! Hurry!” all paired with that familiar eye smile, one that held such warmth and innocence he wasn’t sure how to perceive it. Neither was ‘Y/N’ as they looked into the space the girl had her hand extended out to, the confusion clear on their face. Their face etches into a smile and they curiously ask the girl “Who are you talking to sweetie? Is it a friend of yours?” the girl quickly shakes her head and corrects them “No it’s daddy.” He feels his heart simultaneously drop and speed up. “Daddy” that word repeats over and over again in his mind. He can feel all the words he wanted to say get stuck in his throat, he isn’t able to process anything, and everything becomes white noise to him. But he doesn’t miss the way Y/N’s face drops and they stop pouring the “tea” they once held. They look over to the empty void the girl was calling her father and their eyes swell with tears at the thought of the person they once referred to as their world, their sunflower who was taken away too early by a jealous sun that knew he would never point towards it but always to them. Y/N. His sun. 

[ghostlykeyes]

losing my mind over aki with a tongue piercing could you write more about this please? 😭

Frigid

word count: 794 (it's short and sweet but that felt right considering the relatively long Denji FWB story living rent free in my head right now lol)

Pairing: Aki/Fem!Reader

NSFW!!

“You’re such a tease,” he whispers. There’s heat woven through his voice, and it fans across your soaking panties. Carefully calculated, Aki’s tongue slips past his lips. He tastes you when he drags across the striped fabric—those are his favorite pair of yours, he’s mentioned once or twice—and the cool metal of his stud piercing nudges your clit just right. A moan tumbles out of you, and he smirks against your thigh. Somewhere in the back of your foggy mind, you have to disagree.

How are you the tease when he’s so goddamn mean, sometimes, your Aki?

All you did was bend over in front of him, earlier, when you were out getting ice cream. And yes, maybe you wore his favorite pair of panties on purpose today, and yes, maybe you made sure to pull your skirt up a bit to distract him from the ice cream menu while he was trying to order, but surely that didn’t mean you deserved such cruel punishment.

Aki glances up at you from between your legs. His eyes are dark—pupils blown so large the black is swallowing his iris whole. A smirk flirts with the corner of his lip, before he licks a wide stripe across your panties. It’s enough to make your body writhe, trying to twist away from his teasing mouth. His strong fingers pin you down. No escape.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks, innocently. Like he doesn’t know.

“Please,” you beg, and there’s no shame leaking through the neediness in your voice. He’s lapped it all up, until nothing but the taste of you and desperate need remains. “I need you.”

He’s mean, but not evil, and Aki finally gives in. A calloused finger swiftly hooks the crotch of your panties and tugs them to the side. His mouth finds your sensitive clit with the kind of ease that only comes with his tongue mapping your pussy out countless times.

All it takes is one flick of his tongue, and you scream. It claws out of you before you can think, or slap a hand over your panting mouth.

Aki just laughs.

“I knew you’d like my tongue piercing.”

He rolls it over your clit again, and a shiver runs down your spine. Fuck, that’s good. His soft tongue is so impossibly warm, but his stud’s still freezing, lined with winter-cold ice from your ice cream trip earlier. The contrast is enough to send goosebumps hiking up and down your arms. Deep inside, you feel the tension start to wind tight.

“So good,” you whine for him. He shuts you up with a flick of his tongue. The chill rolls over your pussy, coaxing a shiver out of you. If he keeps that up, you think, you’re going to fucking squirt.

Aki doesn’t leave you time to think, or process, or even breathe. He latches on to your dripping cunt like he’s about to die of thirst, tongue and lips moving against you, working until you can’t control your shaking legs or your swearing mouth.

“Fuck,” you moan, and you’re barely aware that you’re even speaking at all. “Do. not. Stop.”

Aki slips a finger inside, and you feel his mouth twist into a smirk against your pussy when it tears a frankly embarrassing whine from deep inside you. He crooks his knuckle, a come-hither motion that makes you clench around him. Aki’s quick to add another finger, and then he pumps his hand, slow and languid, like coaxing more sinful noises out of you is his only care in the world. He works you over, moving slow but so firm.

He’s so good. Your hips buck against his mouth, and he catches them. He pulls you even tighter. You’re flush to his greedy mouth, and every twist of his tongue is sending electricity through all of your nerve endings all at once, and holy shit, does that cold stud feel good flicking against the swell of your sensitive clit—

You feel it coming, but your orgasm still hits you so strong, like the flash of light when a fluorescent bulb burns out. Your legs are writhing, fists balled up in his loose hair, his name is falling in broken syllables from your lips; “Fuck, Ahhh, Ak—mmm!—Aki!” His tongue doesn’t stop licking slow, lazy circles around you, and every time he rolls that goddamn evil stud across your over-sensitive clit your hips jerk against him.

Shaking, you try to sit up, but Aki tightens his grip on your thighs and keeps you pinned right where he wants you.

“Oh, princess,” he says, and the kiss he gently places right at the top of your dripping folds is almost sweet. Almost.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you?”

[killingbill]

all my photos are kinda crap cause my phone is old 😭 but I’ll share them soon anyway. Maybe, I can try to edit them once I have ps back, but - i took some killer videos. Schneider and Richard were acting like 100% dorks all evening, & reesh was pissy at the jump cause he couldn’t hear shit. But he did dance a lot 🥰Schneider gave me all the secondhand embarrassment I expected from my favourite baby boy. Also very dancy, and I was so happy to see so much interaction between him and the others. BUT FUCK HE WORE THE SEXY OUTFIT!!!!!!1 in the same breath, it was super hard for me to get good photos of the drums with the lights and stuff, so hopefully someone can supplement me. little grumpy he threw his sticks on Paul’s end twice but like it’s cool baby. When he came to bow I made sure to tell him I loved him ✌️lmfao. additionally, hearing his kit live for the first time & literally feeling it in my chest? Naw like, I could have cried. 😭😭 it was very special. Ask me about it, lmfao. 😩but, Till was also funny. Very sweet, very silly. He still makes you feel like you’re participating without outright talking to you, so that part holds true. At one point he spit in the air & tried to catch it. Mint as fuck, my dude. Paul was also acting an absolute fool. Silliest of silly. He faked Richard out on their kiss, the first time. not steaming with paulchard moments but the ones we got were amazing!! & olli looked like a god, no shirt on. He came to stand right in front of me on the box the sound guys are in. I could go on, but 🤷‍♀️ it was just so fucking surreal. It almost feels like it never happened, lol. I do have the other show coming in three weeks, but I can’t help but grapple with whether I should have not taken so much footage/pictures??? I might just enjoy the show when it comes to Gillette &,not take any? But at the same time I’m so glad I have these memories, now. Idk - either way I’m not gonna let it dampen my experience: it was absolutely wonderful - mind blowing. actually feeling the fire, being able to look anywhere on the stage and see something cool or funny happening? Just insane. & we met some great friends in line we rode or died with, and we’re keeping in touch already ❤️❤️ we got to watch the show next to them at the barricade. 🥰🥰🥰