#I would cuddle with him forever

[paquita-alpaca]

Cute baby Jere

[madame-mongoose]

I wish he was real

[spicy-rainbow-pizza]

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[lilgynt]

honestly fine with gale as far as how he responds and feels about counter violence to the capitol like i get why katniss is like i hate how he treats innocent human beings like they’ve personally responsible for his suffering and doesn’t know about taking a life up close like she’s right but also he’s thinking big picture during a war and doesn’t help most of his thoughts about the capitol or said war are proven right - like when he’s like is it safe to have everyone gathered here at the hospital and katniss is thinking yeah this can’t be healthy or encourage healing and he’s thinking no they’re gonna be targeted bc they can’t run and are useless for capitol use and bam what happens. he’s right in his own way half the time but what annoys the fuck me about him is him being like so pushy about his feelings even when he KNOWS katniss is completely oblivious to that kind of stuff and keeps blindsiding her with it and getting mad at her for not knowing what to do with that info even with the fact that she found out at like. the worst time of her life when she was stuck in a situation she would have a very hard time getting out of safely with everyone she loves and holds it against her she cares about peeta at all and the whole you only care about me in pain and all i could think is i’ll never compete with how much pain peeta is in so i lost it’s like so you understand how katniss operates is mostly out of concern and worry romantically wise bc she hasn’t had a chance to care about this shit outside of like oh who i am hurting/killing with my choices and then are STILL like im gonna kiss her then stop bc she’s obviously not into it at the moment for the right reasons and it’s like kissing drunk i get he’s like a teenager and is a dumb shit but also leave that girl alone for the love of GOD

[mellyoraa]

i just wanna take a nap with Luke Black is that too much to ask

[theloveinc]

I am once again in that mood to baby the hell out of Bakugo

Like it never leaves some days are just worse than others lmao

He gives me cute aggression

MOOD because tbh when is it not baby Bakugo hours?😩😩😩 He's a googoo gaga 24/7 in my book, so I think the question shouldn't be about when you're in the mood to but... how it's going to be done this time.

I don't know about you, but I literally always wanna shake him around like a little doll and call him my cutesy-wutesy cheeto-peeto pie. Pull his hair and rubs cheeks together and even kick and nudge him to annoy him because he's just SO CUTE.

And like, lalala, that might make him mad but HOW COULD HE BE MAD AT YOU FOR THINKING HE'S CUTE? I can def. see him getting kind of exasperated over it, but when you just wanna hug him and kiss him and be so sweet to him, it's hard for him to stay upset.

He probably just learns (see: is forced) to accept it after a certain point LOL. Sit back and relax when you get really deep into your cute aggression hours (trying to climb him like a monkey, pick at his hair and squishy bits, even knee at him some), cuz even though it makes him blushy and a lil bit handsy trying to calm you down, he knows it's not gonna stop unless you're able to ride the wave out.

(And I feel like he normally has two reactions: one, to get a little shy and pouty, or two, play along and start manhandling you right back.)

But really, who are we kidding? He probably LOVES the attention (at least, a little bit). Gets so smug after awhile and has to remind himself all the time not to brag about how you think he's the "cutest thing in the world."

Embarrassing (not really).

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It's also kinda funny to think... when you first start dating, he gets so confused when you don't think his competitiveness and gremlin-ness is serious, but rather... adorable.

Me and anon out here when Bakugo is talking about wanting to fight someone: SMILE FOR THE CAMERA BABY, YOU'RE DOING AMAZING, CUTIE PIE!!!

Bakugo: wtf...okay.

[agere-oc-corner]

Super self-indulgent Caregiver Greaseball stimboard bc he is on my mind tonite and I like him lots :> I like to think he's the kind of dad who lets you sit with him and color or do whatever you'd like while he's doing his thing, he's not used to being super soft and easygoing, especially with little kids, but he tries his best because his kiddos would be his whole world <3

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(I lost the links to the top two left and right gifs unfortunately)

[rfaromance]

ok ok what about saeyoung meeting cat suit after he's been rescued in RAE. how much of a disaster is it

pov the shark is saeyoung's arm

[morgansplace]

missing Lasko is my lifestyle :(

[wrecking]

going to just go mask off insane in the tags bc it’s 3:30am and i’m sleep deprived and like why not what’s the worst that could happen

edit: ok i just read what i wrote back to myself and it’s so real but also like.  sorry for being insane.  i know this is not that insane to anyone else but i am not normal about anything so sorry.  not deleting tho so

[uroborosymphony]

Quinn & The Black Knight.

THE SANGRI LA HOTEL, SEOUL

FOR @OFGENTLERESOLVE ⬩ 11 MARCH 2023

In the heart of the night, her senses are sharp, like blades in a deep thirst for blood and justice. On her ride, one of her heels is resting down the ground as she awaits, posted in the darkness like a shadow. It only is a matter of time before her target surfaces, causing her eyes to narrow, eyes of rage and anticipation as a shiver is running under the skin through her apparel of leather. A shiver of hunger.

He has to pay.

Out of a restaurant is walking Kang Sungwoon, a politician the vigilante doesn't let go out of her sight. Her trophy he will be, as soon as his head ends on her spikes.

Justice. It's all for you, Justice.

To make example out of him, shall we? In this world of persecution, our fires will never be grand enough to fight the corruputed, the lying and the evil. This inferno knows no end, greedy of the innocent minds and souls that became nothing but a currency to bargain with. Bargain for a life, bargain for a survival. No more. End of the negocations. We have to take it back, that power, tonight, it will be ours.

Whispers the voice inside her head.

Quinn has been following him in the night, watching him from afar as the pig was now off to one of the most important event for the high society here in Seoul this month, a fundrising event hosted at the Shangri La hotel, one filled with what Quinn despises the most : the Rich. The motor of her engine, a black Kawasaki, is roaring as she presses the handlebar firmly, the tires screeching, fuming down the coldnes off the tarmac. Quinn is fast, slaloming in between vehicles, the city lights opening the road for the panther she becomes in the night. The mission is simple : to make the man pay for his sins. She figured it out, how tight he was with the police, how serene the man was when it came to using the city resources without the law lifting a finger to stop him, judge him, punish him. Like all of them, like all of the Rich getting away with anything. However, for Kang Sungwoon, he was particularly good at it. The masquerade was digging deeper as this scum was actively recruiting and forming small meaningless gangs of helpless young foster kids he was using as a cover and distraction. His own crimes were pinned on their innocent backs meanwhile the man was filling his pockets with the city's money, appearing on national television posing as some sort of hero working on brand new programs to give more power to the police, to increase the brutality... in order to make the city safer - How ironic. Wasn't it always the easy way, to blame the Poor and the Destitute? It was all over the news, how the youth from these difficult neighborhoods had to be put under control, to be taken down, treated like dogs due to the escalating criminality. It was making Quinn's blood boil to the bone, how money and power and the media manipulation kept on creating the same narratives over and over. And that man, that man was the representation of it all.

The case was big, one of these matters that should be handled by her gang all together, Black Fang, however this morning, as more news came out, Quinn read the names, the names of young girls she had promised to keep safe yet ended up enrolled and used as scapegoats by this man. What else have he done to these girls. Years ago, Quinn could have been one of them. The rage she entered had no return point, a rage that was guiding her, a rage her mind was whispering her to sacralize, tonight. Her head was filled with fantasies of him chained down a chair as her knives would explore and cut deeper and deeper into his flesh until he admits his wrong doings, until he begs for both mercy and pardon. A confession was what she needed, one to show the world who he really was, with no intention whatsoever to set the man free.

It's your duty.

Was whispering the voice inside her head.

Her ride is left near the building as she runs down the tarmac, like a shadow in the dark alley behind the Shangri La. Each one of the attendees booked a room for the night. A room they all will join after the festivities. The penthouse was especially reserved for Him, like the guest of honor he was. Quinn knew the building by heart, after studying the blueprints, every single corner, every single position of the security cameras, every single function of every single floor is memorized. To reach his penthouse, the vigilante aims for the roof, avoiding the public and service elevators, like a ghost in the stairs, going in and out corridors to avoid crossing paths with any civilian nor employee. Fast, effective - she is. Once on the roof, it's through the ventilation she sneaks in, obviously enable to go through the front door of the penthouse as of course, the two security guards awaiting in front of the place would immediatly catch her. Her driller is used to unlock the air vent screws, quietly. She knows his apartments are free of all cameras and microphones, in order to protect the politician from scandals that might involve cocaine and prostitutes : convinient. And finally she lands, on the ground after jumping from the air vent, like a feline.

Silence.

This is it.

The room is empty, the stage is wide open. A stage for her to perform what have been spinning and spinning inside her head : to take down The Persecutor. And her smile widens as she takes a deep breath in, her eyes closing in as her arms are spreading like wings. He dies tonight, and the world will know, the world will receive the message.

"Why do people worship the devils?" Asks a voice inside.

"The red threads connected from their heads to the ilusion they are being served on a plate has to get cut. And I, hold the weapon to do it. To free the minds from his monopoly, from ALL of their monopolies, to end this masquerade once and for all."

It's your duty.

"Ohh it is. In flames, like the sacrifice lamb he is, he will burn. And they will know, the world will KNOW. I will not stop until there is not a single rotten soul LEFT. This is just the beginning. " She breathes in, she breathes out. Her arms falling down her sides, her eyes wide open. "This is the beginning." She repeats, her smile never leaving, her pupils widening. "This? This is the beginning, " She chuckles out loud at her own words, deranged, trapped in her own theater as she's boiling of excitation.

Freeze.

Her eyes narrow. She is not alone. Her senses are sharp as she's in high alert : she focuses. Both of her hands are extracting the daggers out of her belt, long, black blades, sharp like razors, her signature weapons. She knows it, she can feel it, she's not alone as she starts wandering through the apartments.

"Come out little birdie. I can hear youuu~ I can smell you. " She chants on a playful tone, like a cat on a hunt. Something is lurking in the dark, this isn't the politician, this isn't any form of security or else they wouldn't have been watching her so quiety, they would have tried to pull the alarm already : civilians, even trained have no sense of self preservation. Her silent heels lead her through the suite on velvet steps, with only the light of the moon traveling through the windows as guidance, dimmed, the curtains whipping against the woodden frame in the living room. Did it come through the window then? The furnitures project their own shapes on the floor and finally, she stops, standing still in the middle of the living room. "My vest is fuuull of explosives Darling. I have them all ready for my very special guest but I do not mind using one or two on you." Her tone however, switches from playful to austere, her features hardening. She's losing patience. "I do not like lurkers."

She then looks above her shoulder. A shadow in standing there, three meters away, finally revealing themselves from the shadows. Slowly, Quinn turns around.

"Well, well, well,"

The events just took a very interesting turn, she thinks as her sight is adjusting, watching the man, her smirk growing like a razor on her lips. Quinn's excellent knowledge of the city could, of course, never leave the The Black Knight out of the list. A man working in the dark, just like her. His affilations, interests and goals however were unkwon to Quinn.

Oh this is fun.

"To what do I owe the pleasure? It's lovely meeting you, do not get me wrong. I however would have loved it all around a cup of tea, I'm slightly in... Let's say, the middle of something." Adds Quinn, perfectly static however, the blades still in between her hands into a firm hold, ready to rise, ready to cut as her head tilts to the side. "So tell me now. Will you be kind and let me have my fun, or will I have to make you, Black Knight?"

[geraskier]

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[gawainism]

ehehe

[delliques]

even tho my dad didnt do hard liquor it was still a lot of damage and careless wasteful frustrating shit he'd do breaking things and getting mad and having to see your father in an angry dumb state like that for most of your life just ughhh...

had a dream i still lived there and i came downstairs to find he bought a bunch of food for himself (no big deal im not hungry) but he clogged the kitchen sink trying to clean something (no big deal i'll fix it) and i had to hide fixing it (it'll make him upset) and i found he shoved a bunch of paper towels and rags down there and my clothes down there (it's ok i'll pull it all out) and he'll get mad at me or feel bad if he sees me pull them out or if i'm upset. (he cant help it)

i used to hide when he was drunk. and he'd come home and just get drunk. just better that way to hide. i wouldnt have to see the dumb stuff he's do or say that i didnt know how to reply to. or deal with it. just better to clean up the aftermath.

in the dream i put all my clothes and rags in a bag and snuck out (could never do irl) i thought i was going to my mom's friend's house but it was the wrong house. a friendly old woman was living alone making a recipe. she invited her other old friend to make it with her. they offered to help me too but i was on the verge of tears and didnt want to talk to them so i declined and stumbled into an olvera st type place. i ran, i didnt want to be perceived, stopping to look at candies and scenery on the way. i was just angry and sad and wanted to run.

sometimes i want to run from my current life but things are so much better these days. i dont feel the need to hide from anyone. i'm more at peace.

[yanderenightmare]

TW: obsession, obsessive thoughts

fem reader

Thinking about when the playboy finally falls in love…

It’s so silly, soft as it may sound, untrue even given his record of sleeping around, but sometimes all he wants is pure unadulterated love. A hug once in a while would be nice – maybe a chaste kiss on his cheek – or cuddles.

You hadn’t believed a lick of it. You’d only laughed in his face with a shake of your head, telling him that must have been the worst pick-up play you’d ever been the victim of. 

It’s cliché, but he’s been obsessed with you ever since.

He feels like such a loser thinking about it – for real now – rolling his eyes with a hidden smile while looking at the candid picture he’d snapped of you. 

Chewing on this tongue while fantasizing such ridiculous things – virginal nothings such as handholding or resting his head in your lap and feeling you play with his hair. Sleeping together with your clothes on – spooning each other all clingy and soft...

Whispering sweet little nothings against the shell of his ear – teasing him. Playfighting – making you squeal and giggle as he grabs you and pins you beneath him in the bed. Tickling – making you laugh. Or kissing your nose and head and hand. 

Oh, and making breakfast together, eating lunch, and sharing dinner. 

Don't get him started on showering – helping each other wash – backrubs and headscrubs. How good your hands would feel carding through his hair as you rub in soap and rinse it out. Or just face masks. A whole evening in the bubble bath.

Watching some stupid romcom in fluffy bath robes afterward with your dopey tired head falling to rest on his shoulder. Snoring and mumbling small sweet little nothings to each other.

Saying good morning. Saying goodnight. Have a nice day. Good luck. I love you. I love you more. I love you most.

And there’s more.

Baby-names.

You haven't even gotten his dick wet once – he hasn’t even scored a kiss yet, and he’s already thinking about knocking you up and putting a ring on it.

You would look too good with his brat on your knee…

Bouncing them, breastfeeding, playing peek-a-boo games, zerbert, and doing the Simba from The Lion King – all with a great big beaming smile on your face. A smile that even the sun would envy.

Not to mention the kid itself. 

He would love the ever-living life out of a little baby version of you – pouty plump lips and mochi cheeks – spluttering and hiccupping on earth-shattering sobs when scuffing her dainty little knees on the pavement – asking for piggyback rides and candy before dinner.

Or a little miniature of him. Seeing you lull little devil-faced Junior to sleep.

Fuck it, you should get both. A truckload.

He’s shaken from his thoughts when his friend snaps his fingers.

“You’ve been staring at your phone forever. What’re you looking at that’s so important?”

He can’t believe how far down the rabbit hole he’d just spiraled. Thinking about a girl without picturing her naked. He must be losing it.

“… I’m not sure…”

BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks, Shinso, Denki

JJK – Gojo, Sukuna

HQ – Oikawa, Kuro, Bokuto, Miya twins, Suna

BLLK – Reo, Nagi, Rin

AOT – Eren

[yawnderu]

Simon lets out a deep chuckle as he sees your daughter pick flowers from the light, clean grass, her tiny hands barely even managing to gather enough strength to get the stems out of the ground.

“C'mon, that's enough.” His voice is patient, calloused hands picking his daughter up as he brings her up to his chest, a small smile when he sees her holding onto the flowers for dear life, giggles leaving her lips as he starts bouncing her while they walk.

It became a routine, in a way, for Simon to bring his daughter whenever he visits his family. She's too young to understand, so pure, so untainted from the dangers of the world, always kept safe by Simon and you, yet he can't fight off the urge to make his family see her.

He walks for a few minutes, enjoying the chilly air while his daughter cuddles up to him, one of her tiny hands gripping his jacket, while the other one is still holding onto the flowers. He stops in front of a set of four graves, the familiar pit of dread setting deep within him starts to come out, shaky hands managing to gently put the little girl down on the cold ceramic.

Mrs. Riley.

If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.

Simon was hiding his hurt quite well, managing to sit down next to his little girl, one hand on her back as she started crawling around, finally setting the flowers down.

“Mum?” His voice is quiet, almost cracking, as if he was the scared little boy his mother defended with her life. His daughter looks up at him with curious brown eyes, sitting down and entertaining herself with her own onesie.

“I remember telling you I'd never settle down because I could never get as lucky as Tommy and Beth...” He dragged out, gaze going down to the ring on his finger, the physical representation of your union.

“You've met my wife before, and now I want you to see my kid too.” He's barely managing to speak, words coming out rough and choked up as his hand caresses his daughter's thin hair, making him pause just to examine her features. She's a tiny carbon copy of him, a lovely nose and a set of brown eyes that will never see the horrors he lived.

“She's a proper daddy's girl, but you would've loved each other.” He's sure of it. His mum was always so lovely, so nurturing. A true angel on earth with way too much forgiveness and patience for her own good.

He picks his daughter up, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Simon thought he cried all his tears when he was a little boy, yet his nose is starting to sting, vision getting blurry for a few seconds until a choked sob manages to escape his lips. He's quick to wipe any tears away, simply trying to focus on the peace and quiet the cemetery offers, his hand running up and down his daughter's back, patting it softly just to hear that little giggle that seems to always repair his broken soul.

“All of you would've loved her, shy little thing she is.” He sniffles again before a quiet laugh leaves his lips, smiling despite the way his eyes are still filled with tears threatening to spill at any moment.

“I'm quittin' the SAS soon, don't want her to grow up without a father. The wife's happy about it, too.” Simon lets out a small sigh, looking down at the graves of his family, all buried next to each other. He shakes his head softly, his free hand quickly wiping off his tears before he goes back to holding his daughter, rocking her with care.

“I'll come back with her next time, jus' wanted to talk to you today. Let you meet this lovely girl.” Big brown eyes meet his gaze, instantly cheering him up despite everything. He pinches his cheek softly only for the little girl to smack his hand away with a giggle, only making his smile grow wider at how hot-heated she is. Just like her mother.