#cus physics is everywhere

[the-chaotic-snek]

do i love physics yes, does it make me cry, also yes. Call that Toxic relationship

[skeptiiciizm]

More Aphrollomes and other gods as well :-3

[pleaseshootthejester]

I don't eat all day and then my partner takes me out for dinner and we eat fish and chips and they're greasy and now it's 3am and I've not slept and my tummy hurty and I have lots of regret

[4kozy]

sophia as ur monster gf hcs

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sophia is a vampire, so messes in your home is a guarantee. she’s a messy eater; regardless of if it’s your blood or someone else’s, there’s gonna be a lot of cleaning up afterwards.

vamp soph has very pointy ears and teeth. she doesn’t have claws–common misconception–but she likes to get acrylics to match the look. she’s deathly pale when hungry, a big problem for her because she misses the natural color of her lips from time to time, but hates having to feed to get it back.

vamp soph mentioned feeding on you as nonchalantly as she could ( so as obvious as possible ) at the start of your relationship… saying how good you smelled, how much she wanted to try you, how feeding was an honor… it was kinda cute, so you kept teasing her as if you never heard any of it. she got so sick of it😭 she almost tackled you so you’d listen… ( ended differently than planned )

vamp soph always kisses you deep before eating–she says it makes you taste better, but you think it’s an excuse to make out. you also know that it’s to relax you before her fangs pierce your pulse, and that way, it hurts you a lot less. ( sometimes she gets drunk off of it, not stopping until you weakly push her off, in which case she profusely apologizes, giving you the aftercare of the gods🙏 )

vamp soph does NOT go outside. no, the sun doesn’t burn her alive, but it might as well… she also doesn’t do well in temperatures that aren’t moderate. fall and early spring are the times you go out the most–not too cold; not too hot.

vamp soph would sooner fly you everywhere you need to go than invest in a car. she thinks they’re the root of all evil, and would rather you stay home anyways.

vamp soph is very expressive–she never has to say that she’s feeling anything because she wears her heart on her face…? she’s upset? oh, you know. she’s pleased? oh, honey we can tell. you don’t tell her this either, because she will lie in your face about how she’s feeling even though it’s really obvious.

when vamp soph first fed on you, it kinda linked you two together. when you feel physical pain, so does she. it’d be a bit more romantic if you weren’t so clumsy at the job.

vamp soph doesn’t sleep period. she will lay in bed with you with her arms crossed and eyes open. she is literally counting the seconds until you wake up again. she never brings it up because she knows you like sleeping with her and you’d feel bad.

vamp soph can’t eat anything but blood ( and odder enough, raw butter ) and STILL takes the time out to make you dinner; yes, it’s good asf; yes, you ask for seconds and thirds.

vamp soph likes to play games with you more than anything. you two don’t play collaborative games anymore–a phantom woman knocked on your door and kinda cussed y’all out… ( you guys apologized and now hang out regularly. sophia has to wear 3 layers though. )

vamp soph likes to collect antique sharp objects! it’s cool until you’re asleep and wake up to sophia holding a broadsword over your face! more incidents of falling weapons occur and you thank whatever otherworldly force for her reflexes.

vamp soph broods like a teenage boy and listens to ptv very obnoxiously when it’s her journaling time. she likes to say that vampires have concerns the world would blow up over… falling over while attempting to stand up after a week of flying straight is not one of them.

vamp soph is super protective over you. remember how she can feel when you get hurt? it took months for her to stop showing up at the job after a prick–she still shows up for a fall every time; she also takes you home, because why would anyone beef with a vampire?

when vamp soph met you, she swore off eating anybody else… you think it’s cus she’s picky, and she thinks you guys are soulmates.

vamp soph loves receiving cheek kisses. especially after rescuing you from work, it’s like her special reward.

like manon, i also see vamp soph as being lesser on the possessive side, just because everyone can see that you’re taken. also she’s really confident in herself; you’d be stupid to try anything. you are very very smart! ( unfortunately some people are not. sophia knows she swore off eating anyone else but when that idiot man was messing with you, she got so mad she couldn’t control herself. she didn’t fully eat him–he tasted quite gross–but the point was made when his mangled body was found off the side of the road… oh how protective your girlfriend gets. )

vamp soph’s fav thing to do with you is talk. conversations with her are never dull, so you enjoy them too!

vamp soph was turned a long, long, long time ago. you don’t ask about her age, or who turned her, it’s a topic that isn’t taken very well. ( sophia spent the first thirty years of her life post-turn almost animal-like–vampires only get more human the more they feed )

another ability of vamp soph’s that backfires on her a lot is her shape shifting. this one is still one she has yet to control, her body usually going haywire when you make her flustered. ( tugging on her cheeks teasingly ended up with them stretching to 22 inches. it took a lot of butter, hard work, and apologies stifled by laughter–on your end–to fix it. )

vamp soph can also hypnotize you. she doesn’t realize when she’s doing it most of the time, until she jokingly tells you to die on the game and you rush to the nearest weapon ( which wasn’t far due to her odd obsession with them ) and she has to restrain you for the next hour.

vamp soph is really loud and argumentative; this is only exacerbated by the fact that she’s lived for hundreds of years so she thinks she knows better than you do. when google gets pulled out, phones get broken. and better phones get bought…

when vamp soph gets asked her favorite era of life, she will 100% without fail say it’s the one with you in it. it’s not meant to be corny, it’s genuinely how she feels about you.

vamp soph likes taking extravagant baths with you, and she will do one every night with a different theme. your favorite was pride month ‘23.

you like to massage vamp soph a lot! for such a homebody she gets a bunch of knots in her back. ( it has something to do with her workout routine… flying… for a long time… )

vamp soph likes to capture spiders in your home and name them. you currently have a lot more than you’d be comfortable with, but you love sophia more than you hate spiders.

you like to crochet vamp soph new clothes all the time. you originally picked it up as a side hobby, but seeing her enjoy every piece–from the ugly ducklings to the beautiful swans–you continued. she wears everything and proudly shows them off to everyone in the building, despite your embarrassment.

you and vamp soph’s favorite place ( outside of your home, that is ) is the beach! especially at night, you both love it there.

where the phantom neighbor’s apartment is minimal with barely anything but string lights and the occasional clothes on the floor, you and vamp soph turn your place into a maximalist dream–there is stuff everywhere, in a way that’s full but not cluttered. it reminds her childhood home in a way, her father was a toy store owner in their town.

you laugh at all the jokes vamp soph tells, even when they aren’t funny, just because you know your laughter makes her happy.

after 4 years of being together, and multiple internal monologues, you finally bring up to vamp soph about your wish to be turned. sophia stares at you like you’ve grown three heads. this is equally because of her trauma and her need to keep you safe at all costs. she tries to argue with you, saying you’ll need to eat a lot to turn human, you’ll have horrible pain for the first few weeks–or in her case years, and that living forever means watching the people you love die. you’re determined though, telling her that it’s forever with her or nothing, and you’d be willing to do anything it takes for it to work. after a few months of pleading, she finally relents, and just as she told you, it hurts like fucking hell. she brings you humans every day, hoping that you’ll have it just a bit easier, taking care of you the best way she knows how. when you recover, all you can feel is overwhelming love, and you know you’ve made the right decision 🩷

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wow vampire sophia😍😍??? how surprising!!! all i know is that i need her–and bad. (in a tone of voice that is not appropriate)

[purinfelix]

i look better in the dark - n. riki⋆.˚ ♱

summary: every night he chooses you, over the cold silence he's known for centuries - and every time he does, he knows it'll be harder to let you go ───────── vampire!ni-ki x human!reader || just vampire immortality angst, soft in places and sad in others || w/c: 970

a/n: as cute and fun as fluff is to write ... angst feels like the easiest thing for me to work on like i literally wrote this in one sitting after seeing niki talk in the recent behind the scenes about "why it's good to have a vampire bf" LOL ... anyways hope my niki readers like this one cus ive lowk felt my obsession for him growing lately so expect lots more <333 + extra shoutout to everyone on my taglists!! love u all

Niki has a decision to make.

Usually, he's good at that - his whole life, he's been swift, decisive, the complete opposite of an overthinker. Shopping is simple for him because as soon as he tries something on, he's able to decide whether he wants it. Waiters love that he never deliberates on what to order, and he's eaten the same ice cream flavour for as long as he can remember. He knows what he likes, and he's incredibly quick at weighing up options, even when it comes to making decisions that have larger stakes in life.

But now, he struggles.

Struggles every time he wakes up before you, and watches through half-lidded eyes as you bury yourself into him, clinging to the warmth that you've convinced yourself he has, even in your sleep. Struggles when you look at him with those round eyes, asking him to help you grab something from a taller shelf or to hold your bag for you. Struggles whenever you talk to him about your futures together, your plans for an anniversary, for your wedding, and what your children's names will be like.

It's a struggle that he's never had to deal with before, one that makes his heart ache unbearably and makes it almost impossible for him to keep up with your enthusiasm, as endearing as he finds it.

He struggles to decide whether to give in to you.

Or more so, whether to give in to this silly little thing he's let himself fall into, to which you seem to be his partner in crime. Not because there's any question about the way he feels about you, no, there hasn't been a doubt since the moment he laid eyes on you that you were something special to him. Rather, it's this very fact that makes him hesitate, because he's worried about the consequences that may come if he does.

You don't make it any easier either, by being so adorably and blissfully ignorant. You never question why he prefers going out on dinner dates over meeting in the daytime, or why he eats so little when you do. You weren't phased by the fact that there wasn't a single mirror in his apartment, just bare walls and dim lighting, as if reflections were something he'd long stopped expecting. The things you do notice - how deathly cold his hands are all the time, or how unnaturally sharp some of his teeth are, you brush off as nothing but personal traits, sometimes even finding them cute.

He knows he shouldn't have let it get this far, knows he should've looked away when you caught his eye. Should've pulled away the first time you kissed him like you meant it. The first time you looked at him like he was your whole future, knowing that you would only be a tiny fraction of his.

But you were warm, and sweet, and so, so kind to him. And he was lonely, and desperate, and couldn't remember the last time, if ever, his heart had felt this way.

So he let you in, just a little, figuring he had the control to know when to push you back out.

But now you're everywhere. In his bed, in his clothes, in almost every waking thought. You're in his fridge, stocking snacks for him that he never eats, in his phone, you're in his arms, buried into his chest - and it physically hurts him seeing how unguarded you've let yourself become around him.

He's considered telling you, of course, but the millions of possibilities that play out in his head, like flowers blooming on the stretching branches of some wretched tree, stop him each time - each one more unbearable than the last.

In one, you flinch away from his freezing touch, eyes welling with tears. In another, you stare at him with terror, like he's a monster, ready to run away.

But in the most terrifying one, the one that keeps him up to the early hours of the morning, you stay. You look at him with those same soft eyes and whisper with a sweet smile about how you accept him, and beg him to make you like him. To put the same curse on you that he's shouldered in isolated silence for centuries.

And what terrifies him the most is that he doesn't know if he'll be strong enough to say no, not to that, not to you.

It would be so easy to give in, to let you follow him into the dark and believe that, for just a second, living with you forever would be the right thing to do - that maybe this curse would be bearable if it was with you. Because he's seen empires fall, cities turn to dust - and none of it ever felt as fragile as your hand in his, or the way you silently brush his hair out of his eyes.

But he knows better, being alive for this long has helped him see that. He knows the silence, the endless hunger, the insatiable desire that lurks within him - and he knows you well enough to know you don't deserve to have to put up with that, to belong in that darkness.

You belong in the sunlight, with the other things that grow and bloom and bring smiles to people's faces. And yet, he stays. Another night, another seamlessly conjured excuse, another kiss he shouldn't take but knows is far from the last.

He has a decision to make, but every night he spends beside you, he loses a little more of his strength to make it. So he lets himself have this, just this, your soft breathing against his chest, your fingers curled tightly into his shirt.

A fleeting, fragile thing that he has no right to hold, but holds anyways.

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[cakeandpudding1]

"But you belong to me"

-Men who'd grow overwhelmingly possessive once they start realizing their own feelings towards you were far greater than normal. No matter how toxic the relationship, nothing will get in-between you both. Haters can fucking die, his words not mine. Anything and anyone can watch cus he ain't afraid to show his love for you. Whether it's physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and so on. You aren't allowed to talk to anymore people once you're with him, he can give you everything you need. And will absolutely drag you with him everywhere he goes, or goes with you anywhere you go.-

- MICHAEL KAISER bllk, ALEXIS NESS bllk, Taehun seong, KAHAKU to your eternity, SILVA ZOLDYK hxh, CHROLLO LUCILFER hxh, Qin Shi Huang ror, HADES ror, POSEIDON ROR, JIHOON LEE LOOKISM, light yagami death note, APOLLO ror, SAE itoshi bllk, RIN itoshi bllk.

[cautious-soup]

YandereBully!(It's your fault I feel this way.) Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader

Part 5

Part 4 | Part 1

CW// near non-con, implied threats of non-con, physical abuse, psychotic break (you drove him insane lol)

Summary: While Satoru's away for March Madness, you both make a bet. You really ought to know better by now.

A/N: Hey, sorry this chapter has no smut; it's mostly set-up. Buuuut still worth reading for Satoru losing his mind over you. Hope you enjoy!

PS: I know nothing about sports so sorry if anything is inaccurate i really cant be assed to read more than a wikipedia article about men throwing balls around.

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March Madness saw Satoru gone for most of the month. His face was plastered all over campus though, on posters, pamphlets, wrapped around the pillars in the arena, the TVs in the dining hall. The bracket was everywhere too, your school's name bolded and underlined, slowly moving up the ranks.

Somehow, it filled you with dread. Satoru was already an egotistical dickhead most of the time, but you couldn't imagine how obnoxious he'd be after winning March Madness of all things. He always taunted you for your major, bragging about how a large chunk of the school's funding went into sports, and all of the benefits he got. He really was the worst.

Satoru: we won again lol

Satoru: you still haven't sent a single text saying congrats

Satoru: :((((((((

Satoru: Y/N

Satoru: Y/N

Satoru: cmon you should at least brag to your friends that you know someone who's on TV all the time

Y/N: leave me alone

Satoru: ur so lucky i cant fly

Satoru: or like teleport or something lol

Satoru: maybe i can in another universe

Satoru: u ever think about that kinda thing?

You scowl down at your phone and toss it on your nightstand, turning on your side to try and sleep. Even though it's on silent it might as well be buzzing off the charging cord. What the hell was up with him, wanting to talk to you like you were a normal person all of the sudden?

You chanced a glance at your phone, watching the screen dim and light up repeatedly as Satoru kept sending texts. God, he texted like a middle schooler. You groan, reaching over and snatching your phone off the cord, pulling the plug out of the wall in the process.

Y/N: istg

Y/N: go to sleep you have a fucking game tomorrow right

Satoru: so you are keeping up~

Satoru: i think were gonna win

Y/N: i hope you dont

Satoru: lololol wanna bet?

You squint down at your phone.

Y/N: bet what?

Satoru: you can bet whatever you want it wont matter cus were gonna win

Satoru: btw if (when) we win, i get to do whatever i want to you for a whole day

Y/N: you were already doing that dickhead

Satoru: lol no i wasnt, that stuffs tame compared to what i really wanna do to u

You swallow down a lump in your throat, choosing not to process that text.

Y/N: ok

Y/N: if you guys lose, you leave me alone.

Y/N: Forever.

Satoru: ⚬⚬⚬

You watch in irritation as the dots disappear and reappear on the screen. He usually responded so fast. Then, your screen lights up with Satoru's number. Resisting the urge to throw your phone across the room, you slide your thumb across the bottom and hold it to your ear.

"…what," you ask dully.

"Bet something else," Satoru says.

"No." you say, "You said whatever I want."

"..."

You pick at a hangnail on your finger, "Besides…you were so confident you'd win—it shouldn't matter right? You'll win anyway and get to do whatever you want to me,"

The other end of the call was so quiet you thought he'd hung up.

Then, "Yeah, you're right, it won't matter. Better mentally prepare yourself then huh?"

Satoru hangs up before you can respond, and lets his hand fall to his side. He lays back in the hotel bed, wondering why his heart feels like it's in his throat.

He'd never admit it outloud, but you really are the most fun Satoru's had in years. Sure there were prettier people for miles, and he could pick up any of them—should have. This…thing with you wasn't supposed to last longer than a few weeks. But you just kept giving, and he just couldn't stop taking, couldn't control himself.

He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, it didn't matter. Whatever he did to you was his choice, not yours. He'd win, and then he'd do awful, awful things to you.

And he'd have a fucking blast doing it.

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The room was completely silent.

You'd decided to attend the watch party in your dorm's lobby, just to see the outcome of your bet. You weren't really expecting your school's team to lose. You expected them to win, and you expected Satoru to call you hours later, detailing all of the things he'd do to you when he got back. You expected him to barge into your room, pin you to the bed, and turn you inside out, bragging all the while about how he'd won.

But that wouldn't happen, because your school's team lost.

"Shit…" the RA hosting the party sags in his seat next to you, "I really thought we had it this year,"

You nod numbly, looking around the room at the other dejected faces. Then, you look at the TV, and your breath hitches when you see the camera is zoomed in on Satoru. You can't see his eyes, his wet bangs are hanging in front of his face, mouth slightly agape in disbelief.

Shuddering, you give an awkward goodbye and leave.

Is it over? You wonder to yourself in the elevator back to your room.

He'd lost, and if he was supposed to leave you alone forever if he lost. But neither of you were expecting him to lose.

But he did lose.

He lost, for once. For fucking once, he lost, knocked down another peg.

"Good," you whisper, shoulders shaking as a trembling laugh comes from your throat, "Good,"

This is good. This is good.

You dig your phone out of your pocket and try to send Satoru a text about the bet, but it doesn't go through. He must've blocked you.

"Good," you say again, "This is good."

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"I just don't understand Gojo," Satoru's coach said, messaging his forhead, "I don—what happened? You were playing like you were in freshman year again. Everybody was screaming at you to get your fuckin' head in the game—why didn't you?"

"My head was in the game," Satoru sighed, but his coach shook his head.

"No, no, I know what each and every one of you hard headed kids looks like when you're in a flow state, when you're distracted. I can read you all like bold underline print at this point, so you're gonna tell me what really happened. What, is it your scholarship? School? A girl?"

"I…" Satoru grit his teeth, "No…kind of it's, she—fuck,"

The coach's eyebrows raised in solemn understanding, he sighed, "A girl, then…"

Satoru feels his breath coming out hard and shaky, "Yeah," he muttered, "A girl."

You.

You were the reason he lost—it was your fault. If you hadn't said that stupid shit, if you hadn't gotten in his head, he'd be drenched in gatorade and headed to the nearest bar right now.

But you got in his head, you with the smile he never got to see, with your hands clawing at his back, with your eyes gazing up at him wide and wet, with your lips quivering against his, with your soft pleas.

All he could think about that whole game was never seeing that ever again. Forever.

But it wasn't fair.

Yeah, that's it, it wasn't fair so it didn't count. He'd blocked you as soon as he'd gotten his hands on his phone after the game, but that was because he wasn't thinking straight. Now he's thinking clearly. Since it was your fault he lost, the bet didn't count. It was basically direct sabotage—you'd gotten in his head like a little minx and made him lose his senior championship. His last chance was gone, and it was your fault.

The coach gave Satoru a look when he started chuckling, "M'sorry coach just," Satoru took a breath, "I had an epiphany."

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Satoru unblocked you, but you didn't know because you didn't bother checking.

It's why you're so surprised when your room door flies open a day after the loss, slamming against the doorstop and startling you. You take your headphones off, eyes wide with shock at the sight of Satoru in your doorway. You can tell by his disheveled appearance that he came here straight from the airport.

"No," you start as Satoru strides toward you, "No no we made a fucking bemmgppph, mmMMM!"

"Biting isn't gonna do anything," Satoru hissed in a whisper, pressing his palm harder against your lips. His eyes were so distant, and you watched as they darted across your face, before landing on the dresser by your bed. Keeping his hand pressed against your mouth, Satoru yanks the top drawer open.

"Mmm," he hums pensively as he takes two pairs of your panties in his hand, "These two are my favorite."

Tears sting the corners of your eyes as he balls the garments up and roughly shoves them past your teeth. You always wondered why people in movies never just spit gags out—but now you can't no matter how hard you try.

"NMMMMM!" You thrash in Satoru's grip, but he's grabbing your wrists. You scream as you're dragged off the bed, crashing into the stool you use to step up onto it since it's too high off the ground. Your kicking legs knock a large, decorative mug from your nightstand, sending it rolling. The struggling continues as Satoru drags you to a place on the floor where he can lay you down flat. He brackets you between his thighs, keeping your wrists pinned above your head and looks down at you. You can feel pain blooming in your ribs.

"God you're so…I wouldn't have looked twice at you if they hadn't asked me to do that stupid fucking prank," Satoru hissed, "I never would've fucking met you, and I never would've lost if it weren't for you,"

You try to move your legs, but he won't let you, continuing to ramble, "The whoooole fucking time I thought about you, ok? For the whole fucking time I was gone—cause you're just so easy to mess with. But then you went and-" Satoru looked off to the side, catching his breath, before looking back at you, "Haah, you went and said that shit about leaving me. Leaving me forever? Really? I mean, it—I just couldn't fucking…but you didn't mean it, right Y/N? You didn't mean it?" He asks, getting so close that your noses are touching.

"Nod if you didn't mean it. Nod, and I'll let you go, m'kay?" He whispered.

His grip on your wrists growing more painful by the second, you nod frantically, tears streaming down your cheeks. Satoru took you in for a moment, before letting go of your wrists and taking your panties out of your mouth. You gulp down breaths of air, sitting up.

Satoru chuckles, "I knew you didn't mean it," He said, "Now le—" whack

You're panting as Satoru's eyes go unfocused, and he clutches his head. "You littele…fffuck…" he groaned. You drop the mug like it's on fire, heart about to burst.

Not bothering to stay long, you grab your phone off of your bed, and run out the door. You run out of your dorm, and off campus and you run and run until the sidewalk starts to look unfamiliar.

With trembling fingers, you call your friend and ask if you can stay at her place for a while.

Part 6

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A/N: Don't you just love grovel set-ups?

[swiftdarlin]

Matt Sturniolo Fluff Alphabet Headcanons!!

warnings: mention of sex, idk i think that's it?

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Everything. Literally everything. He would be so love sick that everything you do would be adorable to him. He likes the simplicity of being with you, sleeping in the same bed together, waking up together, getting ready together in the morning, being able to have long in depth conversations without any judgment or awkwardness.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Huge physical intimacy guy, caressing your hand, tighs, cheeks, arm, etc. Anything that allows him to give both of you a sense of comfort. Also your boobs. Definitely napping on them 24/7.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

I think he's a huge switch, not just sexually but also when it comes to simple things like cuddling. He likes to hold you, he likes to know that he can provide you that sense of comfort and safety that no one else can. But he also likes to be held, he loves when you run your hands through his hair (he will also play with yours because it "relaxes him") or when you gently caress his back, he likes to lay his head on your boobs or on your stomach. (especially if you were pregnant as it would make him feel closer to the baby)

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Honestly, probably staying in a lot. Movie nights, baking dates, legos, maybe a spurr of the moment karaoke night where you both laugh at each others terrible vocals, driving around or walking around a park or on the beach (specifically at night) anything that's a normal activity but with you, he'll love.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Very very well. Huge communication guy, what's to know how you're feeling about everything. Won't pressure you into talking tho but will definitely make sure you know you can talk to him whenever you want/need to and it will remain between you and him. He also displays his emotions through his body language a lot, so whenver you're in public/social setting and he starts to get anxious or just wants to leave with you he'll start to be more touchy and whisper sweet nothings to you.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. Did i mention yes? Wants to be a dad so bad and wouldn't want to do it along side anyone but you, I don't think he'd have a specific age, he could literally have kids right now as long as you both want it and are ready. But also if you did get accidentally pregnant he definitely would be so so excited, obviously nervous as it wasn't planned but so so excited. And speaking of accidental pregnancies, he probably would be the type to just go off all protection (condoms, birth control) so it wouldn't be planned like "we're trying for a baby" but you also wouldn't not be trying. Yk? He'd def have at least 2 as he wouldn't want them to be an only child, but if you wanted to stop after 1 cus the pregnancy was bad or just whatever reason he would 100% respect that and wouldn't pressure you at all. I like to imagine him with 2 twin girls. And than maybe like 3yrs after you'd get pregnant again on accident (how i said earlier, trying but also not trying) and you'd have a cute lil baby boy and he'd be smothered from his girly older sisters all the time. (Sorry that was REALLY long)

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He doesn't like to make gifts a big deal, he'll just randomly see something that he knows you'd like, were thinking of buying or knows you need and just buy it for you. For birthdays and christmas he'd prob he'd have one big main gift and than a bunch of little things like matching socks, hoodies, jewelery, etc.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

As I already mentioned he loves to hold hands, literally everywhere. He's not huge on pda like he won't randomly make out with you in a public setting but he will definitely hold your hand (and a few kisses). Holding your hand while driving, eating, sleeping, sex, walking around, shopping, etc. Also if you 2 are just chilling both on your phones he'd have one hand on his phone and one holding your hand (or thigh)

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Oh boy he'd definitely panick, i think it would depend on the injury tho. If you clumsily got a paper cut or scrapped your knee he'd probably laugh at you a bit but still make sure you're ok. But imagine you got in a car accident. Worried sick. Literally hyperventilating. And if he was the one driving?? He'd blame himself constantly and apologise profusely. Also the type to cry at your hospital bed while holding your hand even tho it was smth minor like getting your appendix taken out.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

He loves like sarcastic remarks and inside jokes but not really pranks? Like I've seen some couples do cheating pranks or where they pretend smth rly bad happend or that they're made at their partner. He definitely wouldn't do that and would hate it if you did it to him. He would definitely overthink it and question himself/your relationship especially if it went too far. Also would never want to be the reason you overthink or are stressed.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

He LOVES kissing. Just a bunch of repeated pecks after eachother while caressing your cheek or neck with one hand around your waist or holding your boob??? Would definitely kiss passionately especially if you won't see eachother for a while or one of you has to go out without the other. Also loves to be kissed, loves when you kiss his forehead or his hand while he's driving. Anything that's gentile and delicate and natural, he just loves kissing.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

HUGE on physical touch. Also quality time, would literally text you to go fill up gas with him or drag you with him to the bathroom cus he doesn't want to leave you. He also loves acts of service, he knows you can do it but why do it when he can do it for you?? Princess treatment all over. Tbh I think all the love languages fit him in some way or another.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

That one night you both stayed up together cuddled up going from sloppy kisses all over to talking about everything that crosses your minds, like the deep overwhelming thoughts to how many dots does a ladybug have. He just loves the simplicity of it all and how you can turn everything into magic. Also your first time having sex, it would've been so gentle and delicate he would think about it all the time.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

You cheating on him or breaking his trust in any way. HUGE HUGE HUGE on loyalty, trust and secrets. Not necessarily secrets but keeping things to yourself, like wouldn't want you to talk about your sex life with someone other than him and he also wouldn't want you to share anything personal he tells you. Basically just you breaking his boundaries and trust. He would definitely be devastatingly heart broken if you cheated on him, it's a great intimacy and connection to him. Something that is so vulnerable and special to him. He'd definitely feel used and would rethink everything if you betrayed his trust/wasn't loyal.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

"No I'm not hungry" *steals your food*

"No I'm fine don't worry about it" *sobbing on your shoulder 2hrs later*

"No I'm not tired let's go for a drive" *nearly falls asleep behind the wheel*

"Who's that?" *someone you've both known for years*

Just random stupid stuff like this, he doesn't do it on purpose and feels bad as he definitely doesn't want to annoy you but you find it cute and adorable so it's fine. It also doesn't happen that often just when he's having a rough time with his anxiety or is upset.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He'd definitely be all "nah I don't like pet names it's stupid" and than would be calling you baby 10 seconds later. I think he'd use baby a lot during intimate moments, not alot in public just in situations between you two. Angel, sweetheart, princess (maybe?). Wouldn't rly like babe but it does slip out sometimes. Loves when you call him pet names too.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

This man would spend every second of his life with you as possible. He just wants to do and share everything with you, having there also just makes him hapoier and makes the time more special.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Honestly every song can be associated with him. But Slut! and stay stay stay always make me think of him immediately.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Very open, not immediately but very open, if you ask him about smth he'd tell you the honest truth, he hates secrets and doesn't like to keep things from you and doesn't want you to keep things from him. He understands your boundaries tho so if it's a sensitive topic he definitely wouldn't pressure you to talk about it but would also love to know your story and would listen to you any time.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

He was rly rly nervous at first, you were probably friends first, flirty friends. He would know you two are just friends but would also be loyal to you, you'd probably be hanging out one day and end up kissing, just a lot of unoffical dates and kisses until they become official and frequent. Would probably ask you to be his girlfriend right after you two kiss one day, wouldn't take him too long maybe like 2weeks or a month depending on how often you hang out. (SO you are in love coded)

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Wants to be around you all the time to make sure you know he's there and also to keep track of how you're doing but would also understand if you want time alone. Checking up on you constantly, cooking for you, cleaning up around the house for you, constant reassurance and affirmations. Lots of hugs and cuddles.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Definitely talks about you all the time, doesn't even realise he's doing it he just does. Posts abt you too. Would probably post one of does shadow pictures of you two or a picture of you two cuddling. Also would post you for international gfs day. Just imagine "it's my birthday today but it's also international girlfriends day-"

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Definitely sticks by you through everything, even if you're wrong. He would talk about it later in private if he thought you were in the wrong but would definitely stick up for you. Even if you're in an argument and someone brought you up he would def be protecting/defending you. (Also speaking of arguments they def wouldn't last longer than a day or two if its rly bad cus he hates arguing sm and constantly apologises)

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Knows you better than he knows himself.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

You'd probably have a cute romantic dinner at somewhere expensive that serves your favourite food and than a walk around the park as the sun is setting while you two sit on a bench somewhere quiet snd private and he pulls out a ring. Wouldn't want to make a big deal out of it as he doesn't like grand gestures and thinks this is a more personal intimate moment. Also he'd def know if you were a silver or gold jewellery girly and get you a ring he knows you'd like. He knows the ring isn't the most important part of a marriage but he can definitely afford a beautiful one that would be exactly how you'd want it. I can also see him making a custom one.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

You. Cuddles. Kisses. Hugs. Hugs. Hugs. Holding eachother. Back rubs. Talking with you. Knowing you're there and he isn't alone.

[enchantedtomeethyun]

Jay Bf Alphabet

A = Attractive

So what does he like about you ….

CONFIDENCE!! Jay is the kind of guy that will fall for someone who believes in themselves and knows exactly what they want ( especially when he’s what they want hehe)

Physically: I don’t think he has anything he specifically looks for with looks. Just beauty in your own way. Maybe someone unique..

Mentally: Mature and Smart. Someone who isn’t a know it all but is well informed and holds themselves well. Someone who can still have fun but know the right time and place.

B = Baby

Yes. Of course in the future but right now he is so focused on Enhypen. Maybe in his 30’s .. he would see himself with two kids or as many or little his wife wants. He’s all about what you want !

C = Cuddle

He is big on wrapping an arm around your back and walking with you like that so you know he’s with you ksjdbdbdjfh. If you get anxious in public around all the people he does that to keep you grounded 😾🥲. He wouldn’t initiate a lot of skinship but will do anything you want.

D = Dreams

Bro doesn’t care he just wants you… wants to settle down for sure… like. Imagine him teaching your kids guitar 😭 but he dreams of a time where you can share your life together and have peace.

E = Everything

You’re his LADY. He treats you like the queen you are. Duh. Likeeeee not just spoiling you ( cus you’re not a sugar baby) he respects you and considers you as an equal. Supports you in every way possible.

F = Feelings

When he knows he can lean on you for support.. you’re his deepest breath then he knows he’s in love. Jay is a reluctant guy when it comes to love. He is so motivated by his career. When you came along though he thought you were cool but after a while he was like wait … maybe I should ask her how I should handle this ? I miss her… wait. Do I like her … and yeah. It went on from there hehe

G = Gratitude

He’s aware of everything you sacrifice to be with him. He feels a bit guilty because he’s so busy but you stay by his side and wait for him and cheer him on. One of the reasons why he fell for you to be honest 🥹

H = Honesty

He likes to be honest but doesn’t ever want you to be hurt or sad. He always tells you what’s going on but if he is tired or doesn’t feel well .. he might fib a litttttle so you don’t worry hehe

I = Intimacy

Doesn’t get freaky until he knows you’re both In this for the right reasons. Definitely is a gentleman about it… will elaborate more in the future maybe …

J = Jealousy

Hahaha so he like doesn’t get jealous. He’s more like … oh you think you’re better than me ? Nah. That’s my girl .. lol nice try. So cocky. He trusts you completely but like he knows other men are gross so he watches out for ya.

K = Kiss

Kisses you gently.. doesn’t deepen it until he knows you want that. He will take it further .. you have to show him you want that though girl ✨

L = Love

Who says I love you first …. He says it accidentally but means it. But will be like oh I’m joking heheh.. cause he doesn’t want to scare you off.

M = Memory

His favorite memories with you …

When you met Jungwon 😍

Jk jk. Ummm well there was this one time when you locked yourself out of your apartment because you left your phone in your car .. he thought it was funny but let you stay in the dorm until he could give you the spare key 🥲

N = Nice boy

A lot of people say Jay is rich so he will buy you everything… I guess that’s true but like not in a gross way. He thinks of you a lot so he sees something and thinks you know … she would look pretty in that. He gets his mom something and then he gets you something everywhere he goes!

O = On Cloud Nine

He’s so sweet when he’s in love .. only he doesn’t realize how in love he is with you until the members are commenting on it. He looks at you with his big brown eyes and sees the world

P = Pet names

First and last name if you aren’t listening to him or zoned out. Calls you honey usually but sometimes says it like an old ajumma when he’s cranky

R = Relationship

He’s definitely not looking for anything at all. So when he realizes he likes you it’s the shock of the century to him. Very slow when he wants to initiate a relationship with you because of all the things that would put you thought because of his job.

S = secrets

He gets bumps and stuff from dancing so he tries to hide his pain so you don’t worry .. even though you can tell he hurt his knee again he just insists it’s ok 🫶🏻😍 and it’s not …

T = Talk

Talks about you .. but keeps it low key .. some of those people where he believes your relationship shouldn’t be hidden but it’s still special and doesn’t keeps things private.

V = Virgin?

Eh. Maybe. Most likely. Probably kissed a girl but got so busy with music and then went for training and never looked back.

Y = Yearning

A secret yearner fr.

Z = Zzzz

Snores in his sleep and maybe kicks … sleeps through everything but will wake up early to make you breakfast 🫶🏻 lol

A/N: this took a while because … I forgot heh. Will post more soon. Something Jake probably since he’s my man . Lemme know what you think !!

[miabbh]

Oh, Snow ❄️

idol!Baekhyun x fem!reader

Synopsis: Sometimes waiting is worth nothing. Some other times, when life is generous enough, we are allowed to follow what the stars saved for us. There were no stars on that night, but you're so grateful that, even through the clouds of that freezing cold night, Baekhyun came to you.

Genre: best friends to lovers to strangers to lovers? again, break up with fluffy ending kinda, baekhyun slightly drunk, mention of distance relationships, a lot of little cries cus I was sad and nostalgic for the love i never had when i wrote this, a million years ago | ~5,2k words

“Yes, Herr. Checking the east side.” you said on the radio attached to your dark blue vest as soon as you got the message from the building’s security center. Placing the radio back into the holder on the right side of your chest, you turned left slightly annoyed.

Zürich was freezing by this time of the year, your warm clothes out of the storage room a very, very, very long time ago. Even so, whenever you went outside, your whole body complained, your breath becoming visible in a cloud of air that left your mouth at each second.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes to that ridiculous occurrence, to say the least. It was almost two in the morning, the air cool as the snow slowly painted the city white all over again, but some idiot—with all respect, in theory they were all your bosses—was singing in the building's courtyard! Singing in the cold! They'd probably want to lose their voice for the rest of the week, for sure!

There were only ten minutes left of your shift before a day off. The desire to go home, to take a hot shower and sleep wrapped in your fluffy blankets until noon the next day was so deep in your mind and body that the halls seemed quite longer than usual.

Apparently, four people contacted the concierge to complain about the noise. Funny enough, you didn't hear anything during your patrol. If the windows in the halls were soundproof, why weren't the windows in the flats as well?

Maybe you were a bit too distracted, too. Posters and advertisements and fans of a nostalgic piece of your past were everywhere lately—just across the street, at the bus stop; a song playing on the radio in an honorable mention of the best-selling albums of the year that made you listen to the entire new album for an entire week. He was being more successful than ever, and you couldn't help but feel proud.

The only thing you weren't proud of was the fact your stubbornness and fear made you miss each step of the way.

You were scared… too scared, too naive. Life alongside a star in the music world that he already was at the time, and the confusion of your own life, so much less successful compared to his, made you act without thinking rationally into it.

Baekhyun was the most sweet and caring person you've ever met—still is, even after meeting so many people in the academy where team spirit was essential, and in life. No one else you've crossed paths with has made you feel so comfortable, so understood, so loved— so at home as Baekhyun did.

How could you not feel like it?—he greeted you with the biggest smile when you first arrived in Korea to finish your studies. He ran by your side first thing in the morning during PE class to welcome you and ask for your name, purposely choosing you for his team during the volleyball game.

He was a star already at the time, having a band and all. Your place in the corners, trying to catch a word or two of what he said during the songs as you still struggled with the language was a sweet memory you still recall, when the present times seem too complicated to deal with.

While he helped you with the Korean language, your physics explained in a silly way helping him memorize the content for the exams as if it was an ‘academic gossip’; and some teasing from your classmates, who concocted at least a dozen false confessions that you would have in each other's lockers by the end of the month.

At first, when you knew it was a joke—you knew Baekhyun's handwriting too well to believe he had written it—you laughed about it with him; so his group of friends, who through the cupid spirit got together to practice Baekhyun's clumsy handwriting, wrote a letter so good that it seemed genuine.

Your smile disappeared the moment your heart skipped a beat as you read the first lines.

And you still felt uneasy just by thinking of it.

You turned the corner, a man apparently your age walking out of the elevator to the exit door. He seemed slightly intoxicated, red cheeks and lazy eyes, but he was walking straight. A polite ‘goodnight’ and nod were exchanged between you—he was sober enough.

You actually loved Baekhyun—it wasn't just a mix-up of a quick connection. You clicked. You just clicked instantly. That should've been enough for you to accept that just friends don't hug each other so close while saying ‘I like you lots’ with those brown puppy eyes; nor dedicate love songs in front of the whole high school, just leaving your eyes for enough time not to the audience feel left out; friends don't walk around the school with a hand on each other's pockets in the cold winter of January, usually the long fingers intertwining the smaller ones as if they never wished to let go.

And all of these mentioned in the letter you were holding in your hands, one by one, in that exact same order, made you believe that, perhaps, those written words were truly his feelings. But as soon as his bigger palm hugged the back of your hand, leaning the paper to be able to read it—and frown—you knew it was the work of his friends. The moment you arrived in class, they got noisy, asking if you and Baekhyun—walking in behind you—liked the colour of the card and were finally dating.

No, you weren't, you replied to them. You were just good friends.

By the end of the year, though, it was obvious for everyone but you. Maybe for you too, looking back, but neither of you both confessed.

You saw him along the way as a trainee, the long hours he dedicated to dancing and voice lessons while you pored over college books. And then, when he debuted, you were there too—on the front row under the afternoon sun, cheering for him and the other boys you grew to like over time, without worrying about taking the last bus back home.

One night, when he managed to accompany you home on a day off, you stayed at his house for a sleepover after dinner with his family. It wasn't exactly the first time... but you'd never stayed so late as to sleep there. Until that night.

That night, something changed. That it was longing or the pride for him that ran through your veins and made you want to hug him and never let go, as if that would allow him to remain so precious to you, in a mixture of blood boiling in the faces and expectant and startled looks, you were lying next to him, squeezed between his body and the pillow against the wall.

He confessed.

He kissed you.

He kissed you, again and again, and then again, until you couldn't even be apart, trying to melt into each other's arms as if the world was ending right in that moment. His lips, so soft and swollen met yours with no rush, taking you in the wrap of a caress as deep as the part of your heart that was filled with the new sensation of having the beats so quick. Without realizing how it could be, it was also serenity that made you feel sinking in the mattress to a blissful unawareness of the world around you.

You didn't confess your feelings for him that night. Despite holding him by the arm, your hands eagerly moving up to the warmth of his neck and then your thumbs on his jaw in a caress you for so long dreamed of, you didn't verbalize it. He was a celebrity, under those rules and restrictions that you couldn't quite conceive. You couldn't put him at risk.

You stepped into the cold breeze of night, the sound of your steps on the white blanket and the blowing wind on the edges of the balconies the only things heard.

You accepted that night as the first of many, agreeing to discuss a relationship to be as discreet as possible. You were happy, sleeping in his arms. It was enough to keep both your hearts warm.

The next morning, you kissed him first—you needed that, after dreaming about it so many times, sometimes not even understanding why he was a constant in your sleeping state. Having the sun getting in the room through the blinders made it seem less scary.

But you woke up from the dream with a noise that initially seemed to belong to that little world of yours, until a bang! forced you to come to your senses.

Your parents had to leave the country again, and you had no means of staying. Baekhyun offered help—financial help, to find a shared room somewhere in an area with good access to the city. You were too scared of how it could mean to both of you; and your parents were not completely in agreement either.

You gave in.

In a less busy area of the airport, you told them you loved Baekhyun and you couldn't leave him behind. ‘You can't be dependent on someone you know for such a short time, dear. If you realize you're not made for each other, what will you do?'. You didn’t want to think of Baekhyun’s financial help as depending on him; much less think of the end of something that hasn't even started. Of course it would be difficult to continue studying and working, but it wasn't impossible; meeting him would be hard, too, but you could manage it. It would be worth it, because you had found your place there, in that city, in his arms.

Nothing seemed to convince them anyway. As you sat in a chair waiting for the coffee that might help the tears get less salty, less heavy, less overwhelming as your heart seemed to lose its need to beat on a normal measure, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

It was him! Only chocolate brown eyes, swollen and melted by a plea and hopelessness were visible between the zip cap that ended on his forehead and the mask that rested on his nose, but it was Baekhyun. Right there, right in front of you in a crowded airport, certainly with a replica of your own feelings.

It just made it harder. You shook your head.

You gave in, and there was no turning back.

“You're 21.” The desperation in his voice was quickly masked by a serious tone. “And I'm by your side. You know me. Your parents know me. You're gonna be okay and get your degree because you worked for it and-”

“You know it’s not that easy to be half a world apart from your parents.” the words barely left your lips.

Something in his gaze shifted, a sudden flash of light crossing it.

“Living with you half a world apart from me won't be easy either.” he replied, the words stuck in his throat, muffled by the mask. But you heard him, the admission weighing more heavily on your heart than you thought.

Grabbing the collar of his coat, you pulled him towards you and lowered his mask, admiring his pink lips and slightly swollen nose before your lips met… that kiss was the small and simple spark needed to light a fire. The softness of his lips in such a tender and desperate caress against yours, the hands that used to hold yours holding your face in an almost fearful gesture, his thumb against your cheek, your temple, trying to memorize you. And trying to make you stay.

You grabbed his biceps, fighting to steady yourself to the ravishing feeling of feeling so loved back. But you had to say no again. You couldn't stay. You weren't ready to live on your own, they said, and deep down you knew it was true.

You didn't cry, though. It was a promise. You would wait for each other, so then you would cry.

The wait, however, turned into almost ten years of loss of contact. Even now, with your move in to Seoul planned, how could you reach him if you were the first one to take too long to reply to the messages, too guilty, too regretful and too weak to face your own choices?

You walked forward to the courtyard.

You were still looking for him. In a different way—although with the same feelings, or more mature even. The big doubt remained: would he want to see you?

In fact, a shadow was sitting on one of the benches in the courtyard under the white light, but it was silent, curled up due to the cold. Maybe whoever there was would get up and leave soon enough.

Maybe he wouldn't want to see you that way anyway. One can't wait forever, right? Would you wait?

You blew into your hands, trying to warm them up. The security company's shirts and coats were warm, the vest providing extra comfort, like a tight hug, but the ban on the use of scarves or gloves was still a problem on the freezing nights.

Your mind wandered again to that photo of Baekhyun dressed in a black suit with shiny stones sewn on it, right across the street on the bus stop—apparently his film would be in the city's theatres soon. He was so different… his figure, his broad shoulders made him look so much huggable—attractive, if you were honest. Age did wonders to the handsome young man whose arms once you found comfort in.

You wondered how things could be if you did stay, instead of buying that competitive instinct your family exposed you, because you needed to be more but you weren't ready yet and you wouldn't be able to be more if depending on someone without legitimate commitment!

It's okay to accept help, dammit! He was your best friend, someone who loved you and wanted you well. Maybe you could have done it. With him. By your side. With him.

With him…

The wind blew hard, sharp knives that seemed to cut your cheeks.

Well, maybe he could be hugging you during cold nights, after a good dinner and lazy cuddling on the couch that maybe could’ve led to something else fiery. Maybe you didn't even need to be out during cold nights because someone thought it was a good idea to give a public show in the middle of the night in a residential area.

You leaned against the lamppost, your hands inside the sleeves’ holes of your vest as you checked the time on your watch: your shift was over. The person was still there, in the same position. Five more minutes and you would send the person away, it was too cold to be outside.

The blessed creature was probably another ‘in drunk state guy’ from the hangover of one of the residents, which was not as off-routine as the usual for the festive spirit. Well, you had nothing to do with that. As long as they didn't cause trouble or disturb the other inhabitants, your job was just to make sure everything was safe.

The minutes passed.

And a few more…

A few more…

Each breath seemed to cut its way down your throat for how cold the air was, and you could barely feel your thumbs. The person didn't even move.

Go homeee, pleeeease! You're gonna freeze! …Not that I have anything to do with it, but…

A few more…

Oh man, come oooon go homeeee! Are you too drunk to walk by yourself? You're gonna freeze for real and I will be an accomplice!

Two more minutes…

Enough! It's too cold! We're going home!

You turned away from the lamppost, your fingers freezing when you placed both free hands at your sides. The boots made noise with each step taken in the snow to get closer. It was a man. And at that moment, the hooded man tilted his head back, a soft melody echoing through the space.

The hoarse but sweet tone spoke the words you knew very well in a melody that was also familiar. You could almost swear you knew that voice too—very, very, very well.

Suddenly, a glimmer of hope appeared inside you in an explosion that almost took the air out of you. But as quickly, you mind told you no—it would be unrealistic… Baekhyun had much more to do than to be out at night singing to the snow. In Zürich!

But perhaps… perhaps it was him!

“Excuse me-” your voice barely above a sigh was interrupted.

The radio beeped suddenly.

“Agent, do you require support?” the voice of the security guard at the entrance was heard through the gadget, scaring both of you.

He stopped singing, turning to you, the hood falling down his head.

Your heart skipped a beat, your lungs suddenly too small for the air you inhaled. No, no, no. Your mind couldn't be so desperate to make you dream this realistically!

Yet, there he was, his brown eyes wide open, lips parted and eyebrows arched in shock, drawing his beautiful features you’ve been wishing to see in person for so long, in the half light of the lamppost.

The sight of him, older but just as breathtaking, hit you like a wave. The years had been kind—his features sharper, more mature, yet still carrying the mischievous charm that had drawn you in all those years ago.

Your heart started to beat hard, out of rhythm and at each moment faster than the last, as if it wanted to come out of your throat and fly towards him, to the place it was meant to be.

Another beep.

“Agent? Are you listening?”

Trembling like never before, you grabbed your radio fighting for the words to come out correctly, your eyes never leaving the little ocean on his.

“Incident controlled, sir.” the radio almost slipped out of hands as you nearly missed the pocket, your hands far from steady.

You couldn't believe it. And apparently, neither did he. You felt a tightness in your throat and it didn't take long for the tears to run down your cheeks. It was him. It was him! Right in front of you.

“Baek…” you managed to whisper, his nickname leaving your lips with a new purpose, leaving the imagined image you had of him, of the memories, of the fantasy of the reunion to be said out loud, calling out to him and him hearing you.

He nodded, slowly getting up, shaking as much as you.

“What are you doing here?” you finally managed to ask, your breath visible in the icy air.

His smile grew a fraction, shaky.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He gestured around, his hands unsteady. “Security guard, huh? Never would’ve guessed.”

You huffed a nervous laugh, the sound almost foreign to your ears, your mind still numb.

“And you? Singing in the cold? Not very smart…”

The silence between you intensified, the reality hitting harder.

Something in Baekhyun's heart seemed to come to life. And in its life, which woke up the numbness of his long-paralyzed muscles, a single, very simple movement was enough for him to realize that it still hurt as much as before.

The frigid air seemed to dry his throat as he breathed in, filling his lungs that shrank as much as his heart.

The way you said his name, your voice so familiar, exactly as he remembered it… he wanted to cry with frustration and join and heartbreak and hope. All at the same time.

So, so many questions he had for you, and you were right there to answer them. So many things to tell you about his achievements in which he had you in mind, and you were right there to hear about them. So many more of his sleepless nights and tears that he dropped for you, and you were right there to explain why you left him and stop them from flooding his eyes each time he remembered of you.

So, so many smooches and kisses and caresses his body yeargered to give to you as if it was a need for survival, and you were right there to finally get in his arms again and save him from the fight against nature.

Baekhyun collapsed right there, closing his eyes as tears cut his cheeks in wide salty rivers running to his jaw, meeting the other of their kind. Just like you two. But every drop wasn't just of happiness.

His heart beat urgently, so close to his half long ago taken away, later uncontactable, now right in front of him.

“Bambi…” He made a huge effort to get on his feet, the body running in adrenaline not obeying him immediately. He was shaking so much that he could barely wipe away the tears that had strayed into the corners of his mouth, threatening to drown him. He took a deep breath, the air choking in his throat in a loud sob.

The snow sizzled.

“Baek…” the voice he had only in memories called him again, closer. He opened his eyes at that moment. You were right there, restlessly playing with the sleeves of your blue sweater. You were not a mirage, something made up of his slightly drunk state.

And you were more beautiful than ever, time maturing the traits that he once fell in love with and that distracted him so much when he was supposed to study; the traits that made him feel like the biggest star in the music world when EXO-K concerts took place in some square at the end of the afternoon.

On impulse, his body rose and took you in his arms. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing the magnetic pull between you. His embrace was firm yet gentle, the eternity he waited to hold you finally over, and now that he had the chance of having you there, he couldn’t bear to let go.

"You're late." he whispered, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His voice was steady and hoarse, but the emotion behind it rippled like the surface of a frozen lake about to crack.

He felt your head move in a nod against his neck, the mere feel of you being enough to make him hold you tighter.

“And I know there's not enough words to apologize to you.” you whispered back, hesitant, but also seeming to have accepted the fact, defeated and hopeless. Somehow, for some reason, it made his heart tighten up even more.

“You can still try to say those that you have.” he says, his voice low and almost hesitant.

“I…” you said again, your voice trembling, a mix of hesitation and longing. It was as if you were testing the waters, as he had witnessed a few times before when you were nervous back in school days.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding so fiercely that he thought it might escape his chest. The cold bit at his fingertips, but he barely noticed, still holding you so close to his chest, hoping it could help you speak.

For what felt like an eternity, neither of you moved. The space between you was both an ocean and a thread, fragile and binding, even so close.

A small cloud of fog left his lips.

“You grew tired of me. Because I was too blue all the time with the pressure…” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. It wasn’t a question; it was a realization, a truth he had given up on ever fighting back a very long time ago.

Now you knew, too.

In a sudden movement, you pulled away from him. He waited for a surprised, or at least conformed look from you. Although, you were shopping your head repeatedly.

“What? No!” your lips parting as though you wanted to say more, but no words came. Instead, you stood there, watching him back with eyes that held equal parts guilt and an almost offended look.

It didn't make sense. If not that, then what? Were there too many texts he sent? Or was it the fact that he reduced the flow of messages when he realized that you weren't replying as often as before? Were his everyday situations that uninteresting?

He raised his eyebrows, confused, in a silent request for you to speak up your mind. You, though, remained silent, your eyes dancing in a fight for words.

Baekhyun finally exhaled, his breath visible in the icy air.

“Why?” he asked, his voice rough, laced with a quiet pain. You swallow hard. “Why did you stop messaging me?” He repeated, his tone sharper, though it cracked on the second word.

You opened your mouth, but the words seemed to catch in your throat.

“I… I didn’t know how to face you.” you admitted, the vulnerability in your voice cutting through the cold. “I thought leaving was what you needed, because I could be a distraction for your work.”

He frowned.

The world around him blurred and quieted, leaving only the faint sound of your breathing.

“And I was so naive while you-”

As far as his mind could recall, all he needed was to see a good morning from you everyday, although his reply was a playful ‘having dinner already????’ everytime. All he needed was your daily journal to inspire him to work hard enough to, someday, be with you again. But somehow you decided what he needed. And you couldn't be more wrong.

“What I needed?” his voice echoed through the yard, rising slightly. He took a step forward, closing the distance you built. Metaphorically. Emotionally. How could you? “You thought I needed to spend years wondering why you disappeared? To…” He stopped himself, a hand touching his chest where his heart beat, measuring words as his eyes felt ready to tear all over again. “Do you even know what you did to me?”

The effect of his words on you were physical, the way you gasped and you flinched a little as if you had been punched in the stomach making him regret his words. Still, he was hurt too, his heart beating with ache at every second of your presence against his fingertips, through all those layers of clothing.

“I thought I was protecting you.” you said softly, your voice breaking. “And then I got into the police academy and… I dedicated myself completely to it.”

“Police academy?” he raised his eyebrow once again, his intoxicated mind making it hard to put everything together.

You nodded, closing your eyes briefly as if bracing yourself.

“I know it sounds ridiculous. Especially since I always said cops are… cocky and act like they’re better than everyone else.” A bitter laugh escaped you, and for a moment, your lips curved into a faint smile. “I still think that, by the way.”

“Then why?” he asked, his voice softer now, but no less urgent.

Your eyes met his gaze, tears stinging your eyes.

“Because I wanted to prove to my parents that I could survive on my own. That I didn’t need to be under their wing anymore, that it's okay to rely on others other than them. That I could stand on my own two feet, even when it seems dangerous.”

His chest squeezed itself strong, almost suffocating him. His expression softened, though the hurt lingered in his eyes like shadows under moonlight. The snow around you was still, muffling the world, as if nature itself held its breath.

“I thought I was doing the right thing.” you whispered.

His eyes didn't leave yours; they couldn't, at all. The weight of your words after the years of silence, the ache he had carried—it was all too heavy.

His breath formed clothes in the air, suddenly feeling less drunk, less warm.

He wanted to be angry. He was angry! Confused, hurt! But he could feel the edges of it crumbling as his eyes looked into yours, seeing the regret there, the sadness you had buried just like him coming to the surface.

“I thought of you everyday…” he admitted, his gaze never leaving your face. “Do you know that? Every day, wondering what I did wrong. If I’d said something, done something, if- if you just decided one day that I wasn’t enough.”

Your eyes widened, and you leaned on him, the snow crunching beneath your boots.

“You were never not enough.” you said, your voice breaking in a contained sob. “You were everything. That’s why I…” you swallowed hard, breath hitching. “I was scared I’d hold you back.”

He shook his head, disbelief threading through him, something vibrating within his chest.

“You didn’t even give me the chance to decide that for myself.”

“I know.” you murmured. “I was wrong. I should have… I should’ve trusted you. Trusted us.”

There was silence between you both, too lost in your own thoughts. It was too much, the alcohol leaving his system recovering the bitterness of the past and your reasoning. Nothing you could say seemed enough, but at the same time everything made sense. You both were young, trying to make good choices and get rid of being a burden on others’ lives.

“If you…” you spoke, his eyes moving back to yours, now looking directly at him. “If you let me… I want to fix this.” you said softly, your voice trembling but sure. “If you’ll let me… if you want to, for course. If you have no one else already.”

He watched the little frown form on your forehead as the words left your mouth, one similar to his, out of confusion.

His pulse was pounding in his ears, as a background noise to the battle inside him: brood a little more the hurt you’d left behind, or giving in to the longing that had never gone away, have you back in his arms and take you with him for the rest of his life.

The snow caught in your hair, on your vest and shirt, your cheeks pink from the cold, the rivers of tears frozen on the way to your chin. By the corner of his eye, he saw your hand twitch at your side, and for a moment he thought you might reach for him, too. He held a breath, expectant.

“Come home with me.” your eyes wandered across his face after a deep breath. “It’s freezing out here, and you’ve… you’ve been drinking. Let me make you some tea. We can talk better and… you know, I really want to- maybe I don't deserve it but... Please.”

The rational part of his mind screamed to walk away, to protect himself from the possibility of more hurt. You were in Zürich, and in a few days he would be leaving, repeating the whole story again. But the other part—the bigger part, the part that still loved you despite everything, the one that knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully at night knowing that he had the opportunity to talk to you, to be close to you, to solve things out but didn't take the chance—was louder.

“Okay.”

[luiluvr]

How about Luigi being needy with you? Like constantly touching you, teasing you?

i know that man CRAVES physical touch from his partner 🙁 (its ok cus i do too!!)

he has to hold your hand everywhere you two go, shopping, at friend dinners he has his hand intertwined with yours or on your thigh 🥹 and he kisses you any chance he gets even in public he dgaf

he lovesss showing u off 😻😻😻

[clus444]

"That is not me on tape"

Andy Barber x Reader

Readers are mad that Andrew has been ditching their dates. Andrew has always said that reader needs to communicate better. What happens when the reader is petty and Andrew has low patience?

Mature Content, lollipop is violated (Lmao), you may cringe ( is that a warning) jk jk, very descriptive, some plot. (N-word usage once)

" I'm sorry honey, I'm just trying to make sure everything is in order before the holidays," Andrew says over the phone. I roll my eyes at another excuse that comes out of his mouth. I scoff in response, not knowing what to say in the moment.

"Andy..." He is so full of shit. I get that he has a job as D.A. and he has matters that he can't just ditch. But for a full three weeks? It feels more like an excuse to not see me. Especially when I got fed up and bribed his assistant for his schedule and made him clear up a spot for me. Which by the way wasn't hard since he only had two big cases, which he finished three days ago.

Who knows maybe even longer since we don't talk as much. Ugh! Fuck his work-alcoholic ways with his strong arms and his talented tongue that can turn me every which way. Don't even get me started on his fat-

I blink and clear my throat, "Ok, bye Andrew." I hang up the phone as soon as I'm done talking. I huff and lay back on our couch as I think about the situation at hand. I play with the rose gold necklace around my neck as I think about what to do.

*Buzzt*

I snatched it from where I threw it and read the message that was sent.

Grumpy Ogre- I'll let that hang-up slide since you're rightfully mad. We'll talk when I get home.

I roll my eyes and don't respond. I stand from the couch and go to our room. I open the closet and start pulling out clothes. A mixture of pink, purple, and other vibrant-colored clothes is thrown everywhere. As I pick out clothes and think of a makeup look to match, I stew in my thoughts.

I'm not asking for a lot. I just want a day where it's just me and him. No phones, no work, no unnecessary distractions. But he acts like I'm asking for a fucking trip to Mars and an alien to take home as a pet.

But for me, that's not even the worst part. 7 days ago, 168 hours ago, this man- this nigga! The man who constantly finds his face between my thighs, always trying to get his hands on something, I know he steals my panties. He denied me the physical act of proclaiming my love for him in a passionate way sex.

I don't really care that he said no. I'm never someone to make someone else feel bad for saying no. But it's the reason why he said no. It's because he's overworked himself so much that as soon as he comes home he goes straight to bed, I don't even remember the last time he sat on the couch and we watched our shows. Honestly, I just miss him. The only... crime I did was act on a feeling of worry and hurt. But Andy always said closed mouths don't get fed. Or at least in my case, no deserving ass left not dealt with.

Do with that what you want with that. Or judge me for what I'm about to do.

*Ding Ding*

The elevator doors open and I walk out. I make sure to tighten the belt around my coat. My heels click on the floor with purpose as I walk through cubicles to get to the big brown doors at the end of the walkway. My head held high. I fix my hair and make sure nothing is shown to earlier.

*Knock Knock*

I don't wait for a reply and just walk in. He doesn't even look up once to see who it is. The only thing I can be grateful for is that he isn't cheating. But why would he when he has me at home? Why can't he see that? "Whatever it is, just leave it on the desk, I'll get to it when I can," He signs a paper he's focusing on.

I promptly walk to the chair stationed in front of his desk. I sit down and lean back to pull out a lollipop from my pocket. I open the wrapper and dispose of it quickly. " Should I be worried that my boyfriend doesn't seem to be aware of his surroundings," I raise a brow. His head snaps up.

"fuck! Baby-"

I cut him off," Go back to your work Andrew, when you finish take us home and we'll talk." His face shows caution like he can see right through me. Like he can see the mischief in my eyes, swirling, waiting to bubble over. Waiting for the first opportunity to grab my devil horns and pull them out.

But I know him too. I know that the uncertainty of this situation riles him up. I see the slight clench of his hand on the paper as he eyes the trench. I can feel the tension slowly creep into the room and hover over my shoulder, waiting for my next move. The nervous twitch his eyes make, makes me wanna laugh but I hold it together.

He turns to his papers again. I bring the lollipop to my lips and begin licking. I swirl my tongue around the circular tip and sigh loudly. He looks up quick and back down, It's like a switch went off as his head snaps back up. His eyes track the movement of my tongue. As I glide the lolly horizontally on my tongue I untie the belt and open the coat.

My brown skin glimmers brightly under the lights and I know the body glitter is doing its job. I slide the shoulders off and group it at my waist. His eyes rake over my chest. A dark look takes over his features. A storm brewed behind his baby blue eyes. I smirk to myself not wanting to get cocky so fast. I trail the lollipop between the valley of my boobs. I circle one nipple but my eye catches movement from the corner of it.

I point a finger," You owe it to me to stay there. all I want is your attention and cooperation." His eyes narrow at me in complementation and he decides to lean back.

"Whatever you say baby girl," He licks his lips then adjusts himself in his seat. I smile knowing I'm going to make him eat those words as he made me take mean dick when he's mad. I take the lollipop and circle my other nipple as my left-hand grabs my left tit. I lean my head down and use my tongue to taste the flavoring off my nipples. I make a show of liking it and cleaning myself.

"No touching with your hands Andy or I swear I'll stop and lock you out of the bedroom."

I stand up and the coat falls to the floor. I make my way around his desk and push him back so I can sit in front of him on the wooden surface. I start sucking the lollipop like it's dick. I hallow my cheeks out and suck like a vacuum cleaner being used on a Sunday morning. I pop it out and leave streaks of it on my chest, paying extra attention to my nipples again.

I lazily leave the lollipop in my mouth. A pout comes on my face," Clean me up?" It seems like a question but sounds like a demand. A tick in his jaw makes me grin. He leans forward and licks up the valley of my breast then places kisses on my collarbone. A deep groan comes from within his throat. When he's done licking around my nipples. He starts sucking on one at a time. Although supposed to be a punishment for him, it turns into a reward for me.

He slowly starts kissing down my torso but I quickly wrap a hand in his hair and pull his head back hard. I tighten my grip and the audible groan he lets out makes my clit tingle. "Watch it," I say firmly. The glare on his face makes him scary but somehow hot at the same time. "Do you know why I'm doing this Andy," I ask as I take one foot and put it over his bulge. I add pressure before quickly taking it off. It looks like he physically deflates.

"Because of a couple of missed dates. But sweetness-" My eye roll cuts him off. He narrows his eyes at me as he speaks again," You're mad which I understand but I won't ta-" I cover his mouth with my hand.

I laugh," No no no," I gather myself together.

"Here's what's gonna happen. You're going to eat me out and depending on how well you do it, depends on how long I stay mad. The ball isn't in your court Andy. Maybe later when I'm done having my fun we can conversate... but right now. I want to feel your retribution through your tongue." I lean back and spread my legs wide open.

He leans forward and spits on my cunt. I feel his spit land and he quickly licks me up. I suck in a breath at his actions, I'm not handing out moans, he needs to earn every reaction out of me. Big hands push me back and hold my legs up.

He heads straight for my clit, not playing any games. His tongue swirls and it feels like he's making out with my pussy. I feel myself grow wet, I suck in deeper breaths, and every now and again I feel my hips trying to follow his tongue. I don't know what it is about hearing how wet I am for him. "mm," comes out my mouth.

*nac nac nac nac*

It feels like it adds to the sensation of being horny. It's like my pussy is trying to prove how much she can drown him. Oh god, his tongue has me talking in third person about it (pussy). " I'm going to kiss it better," He pauses and sticks his tongue in my hole.

"A-ah." I feel my pussy clench on itself and push out my essence. He moans and thrusts into my cunt. I force my torso against the desk surface and push my hips up. My hands wrap in his hair and I pull him in further. A loud whine sounds from my mouth," My c-clit." I remind him before he dives back in. He always gets so caught up in feasting on me, any other time is appreciated but not now.

As much as I would love to keep doing this. I wanna go home as soon as possible and finish there. I start rolling my hips into his face," Work for this...," I gasp out, "cum." I feel my body vibrate and my eyes roll back. He shakes his head from side to side. "oo ah ahh f-fuck," My mouth hangs open. I feel my body tense up.

"Give to me," he demands and sucks on my clit. My chest surges forward as my stomach sucks in, I close my eyes and cry out as I cum. My holes clenched around nothing and Andy slurps me up. I pat his head as my body jerks. He kisses up my chest, "I'm so sorry baby. I swear I'll make it up to you. Tomorrow we'll talk everything out swear." His last kiss lands on my lips and I kiss back.

"You have a lot of making up to do."

-Timeskip to next morning-

*Buzzt* video attachment

Andy groans before tightening his arms around Y/n. After last night, they need as much sleep as possible. Andy's about to lull himselfself back to sleep before...

*Buzzt*

He sighs and turns his body slightly so he can grab his phone. He clicks on the video paying no mind.

"Aw f-fuck, you...f..feel so good andy," Y/n whine comes through his speakers and he jolts up. "Gonna fuck this pussy right," Andy hears himself growl out. He exits off it and feels his face pale. The attachment reads.

P.A Eric- This you man?

*Buzzt*

P.A Eric- Considered deleted everywhere, sir.

Andrew- Thank you Eric I owe you one. My lady would freak if she seen that their was a camera in the elevators. I completely forgot.

A loud shriek sounds from beside Andy. He turns to the culprit and gulps, "Is that my ass!?... ON CAMERA!"

I'm trying to work on improving my smut writing which is what took so long. Anyway enjoy and don't forget to check out the other fics lmao. bye babes

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[the-bleeding-weave]

My headcanon posts are doing some numbers it seems, dont worry i got yall

CW!! there will be some nsfw stuff in this, nothing descriptive but suggestive enough that i feel i should put a disclaimer. Mostly just describing their sex lives on a surface level

Heres some curlya and ansuke headcanons :D

Curlya (in a happy au where nothing bad happened :) )

Curly always carries at least 2 condoms in his wallet at all times, both for obvious reasons and also a past incident involving an egg sandwich (no i will not elaborate)

Anya has a decently higher libido than curly which means she initiates most of the time but hes perfectly fine with that, it works out for both of them.

Their sex tends to be pretty casual and playful, experimenting and joking around

They love going for long drives listening to music and singing together

They love listening to podcasts in the morning while they both do chores and make comments and jokes about it to each other

They do this so often theyve considered starting their own podcast

Curly thrives on physical affection, he loves giving hugs to everyone but especially anya. He always greets her with a hug and holding her hand or rubbing her arm

She adores this and leans into it a ton, literally and figuratively

She shows her affection mostly through quality time, she just loves existing in the same room as him

She likes leaving little notes for him everywhere, affirmations and jokes and sometimes just little doodles

Anyas favorite places to be kissed are her lips (obviously), her forehead and the tip of her nose. She also loves doing kunik (a traditional inuit kiss where you nuzzle your noses together), some of her family members are inuit and she grew up doing that a lot to show affection to them. Its a really personal thing for her and he adores it

Curly loves being kissed on the cheeks and shoulders, the ladder being deeply intimate for him.

They love cuddling in the morning and kissing even with morning breath

Curly specifically uses beard oils that have her favorite scents, mostly argan oil

Curly got into photography as a hobby and loves having anya as his muse. He takes candid pics of her in the mornings but also has her dress up and pose for him sometimes

Anya has POTS, a cardiac disorder that causes you to faint as well as episodes of intense fatigue. Curly is well trained to help her with it thanks to her tutoring. And yes he has caught her from falling mid faint numerous times.

She secretly adores when he catches her, it never fails to give her some butterflies when she wakes up in his arms

They like doing what they call "check-ins" with each other when theyre in public where one person will grab the others hand and ask "whats your color?" Green means perfectly fine, yellow means they need to decompress or discuss something privately, and red means they need to leave that environment now. They do this mostly cus anya is chronically ill as stated before and curly has depression and can get easily overwhelmed in loud environments like supermarkets

Ansuke

Anya is 32 and daisuke is 23 and they like to joke that anya is a cougar

Daisuke has been in a relationship before but anya hasnt

Theyre both living autism vocal stim compilations

They have to echo each other whenever one does a vocal stim, their favorites are just meowing at each other, the walter white confession tape, jesse pinkmans voicemail from season 1, the gas station sushi monologue, "dancing, walking, rearranging furniture", the some of main chorus to Closer by nine inch nails, among a myriad of other stims

Daisuke plays guitar a lot and he LOVES singing, but he especially loves singing with anya. Its not just a fun silly thing like it is with curlya, they take it seriously as their own unique bonding ritual

Daisuke loves anyas voice so much and he will literally beg her to sing for him, though most of the time he doesnt have to

He likes making his own music and has her sing for them regularly. Her voice range is very similar to ethel cain and amy winehouse.

His favorite song for her to sing is punish by ethel cain

They love singing mostly folk punk and indie stuff

He also knows how to play the khaen and its become her favorite instrument because of him, shell just listen to him play it and look at him with stars in her eyes

Theyre both very physically affectionate even in public, walking around holding hands or daisuke playfully having his arm around her shoulder, they dont hide their affection and they wear their smiles proudly

Anya is actually taller than daisuke, shes 5'10 and hes 5'7 and he loves to joke that he has a titan for a girlfriend

Daisukes ex was, in his words, a textbook evil twink. He obviously doesnt talk about them a lot but anya likes making jokes about how his ex is gonna call him a class traitor for being straight presenting if they ever learn about anya being his girlfriend

Daisuke is pansexual and anya is bisexual and demi. Daisuke also identifies as gender nonconforming and uses any pronouns, people mostly just use he/they for him tho, but he loves when people switch it up

As for their sex lives, anya and him are pretty sexually active, but for daisuke sex is actually very intimate and personal to him. He feels incredibly vulnerable when he wants to make love so theyre a lot more tender and gentle with each other.

He has cried on more than one occasion from sheer joy at being able to share himself with anya and she adores how emotional he gets about intimacy

After the tulpar daisuke starts going to the gym a lot and actually builds up some good muscle mass, developing a serious sleeper build (much to anyas chagrin)

Anya gets into dancing as a hobby and loves teaching daisuke what she learns

They love playing with each others hair and dyeing them together

[eviltomatoe]

Yuu hdc

So like since yuu is not from twst and comes from a world where magic dosent exist obviously their body wouldnt be accustomed , in twst magic is everywhere (I hdc that twst is from a whole another universe, so magic is literally everywhere even outside the planet twst, and twst universe has also might have slightly different laws of physics and other stuff) so while for everyone magic is natural, it's not for yuu

But bc of how sensitive Yuu is to magic they can most of the time tell when someone is using magic and when vil curses smth (but they domt know that at first)

And being near magic also causes yuu pain, like it's not even smth harmfull but they will still feel some pain, like sometimes yuu has headache, feels rlly sick, nauseous,feeling rlly weak smth just feels rlly tired or throws up, depending on how strong and how much magic they use they might even fall unconscious and it dosent even have to be used on them like just being near it couses them suffering, in book 3 when yuu drank the potion they had a headache,

Overblots are the absolute worst for yuu, cus that's when they suffer the most like sometimes it feels their head is being hit with a hammer, and it's so much they fall unconscious for days even

Also imagine healing magic, like sure it might help a bit, but the pain afterwards is not worth it

But after some time yuus body might adjust to it but not completely just less painfull then at first they got here

Also yuu is like weaker then any of them physically too, like an 8 year old kid could beat 16 year old yuu in a fight, also yuu dosent know about the massive physics disadvantage they have and find it put the hard way💀

Also like imagine they do smth to anger floyd and he squeezes them like he would everybody and breaks their ribs, or some bully punches them a bit too hard which normally wouldn't be a problem but it is for yuu

[goldfades]

- adam spreading his hand out on your stomach drives him fucking wild because his hand covers the entirety of your stomach

- adam pressing on the bulge in your stomach while he rails you into the bed

- he loves just letting his hand hang out around your neck. not even the choking aspect, just his hand being there works him tf up

- hickeys are this man’s favorite fucking thing. he will leave them anywhere and everywhere, and is the cockiest motherfucker about it

- wearing no underwear under a dress and he takes you to the bathroom and rails you

- BOOBS- he loves em. not even in a sexual way (not completely) but he loves marking them, holding them, sucking on them while you ride him

fuck i’m a whore

AND TO THINK I WAS JUST SENDING SOFT JUMP THEN FALL AU THOUGHTS💀

oh my god i’m dying nonnie 😭😭😭

more adam headcanons cus i need him biblically

nsfw under the cut, read at ur own discretion

the whole stomach bulge thing makes me go fucking feral i’m not even joking, every time he sees it he just wants to take a picture & forever save it in his camera roll

& everytime he pushes down on it, it makes YOU go going fucking feral and like cum on the spot every. single. time

GOD DAMNNN JTGT he usually likes seeing your face but sometimes he just needs to fuck you yk,?? so he’ll bend u over a counter or literally anything and just take u there

this man has no patience (but also the most patience at the same time??) he’ll fuck u anywhere

but he’ll always do it respectfully <3

hickeys everywhere oml, mostly places where no one else can see them??? your thighs are always filled w hickeys, ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYYSSS

very awkward when someone points them out when u go swimming, adam jus gives them a smirk cus he’s cocky like that

DO NOR WVEN GET ME STARTED ON HIM FUCKING U IN HIS JERSEY oh my god

it’s like a christening LOL anytime he gets a new jersey, he’ll fuck u in it for good luck 😫🫣

your boobs are one of his favorite things about unashamedly, bro will stare at them like there’s no tmr 🥰 absolutely 0 shame

he loves when u show em off bc he can tell everyone is staring & he KNOWS everyone knows that you’re his and it turns him on knowing he’s the only one who can touch em 😁

i’m just so down bad for this man it physically hurts

[bunnyboy-juice]

my sister came with the baby and my wife made us all pancakes and my brother in law brought pie that i had been wanting to try literally yesterday but never told him about and i got to feed the baby and my heart still hurts so much, but im so full of love.

and like. i am not like. Religious or even necessarily Spiritual in a like Higher Being sense but i mean. the laws of physics are things i understand to a point, a concept mostly intangible that i still believe in. and the first law of thermodynamics says energy cannot be created nor destroyed , only transferred. and i know thats referring to closed systems, but i like to think when creatures take their final rest the energy that powered like.... their bodies, their cells, their minds. the energy that drives life and survival and evolution and tectonic plates shifting and bone growth and...... i like to think it spreads out everywhere. and ive had a few loved ones die now and every time right beforehand once i come to terms with the immediate reality that They Are Dying i feel. something? i felt it with my dogs, my mom, and now my babyman. and it's not When they die (tho there is something there too) but before, those last moments together. and i only told babyman about the conversation i had earlier in the day when i got home is the thing. cus i wanted pie again. specifically to try pecan pie for the first time. and idk. i guess its in reality just a coincidence but i like thinking that he, like my other loved ones, experienced an energy transfer in a Burst of coincidental love. because this has happened every time someone i love has passed. and its always people making things i never even spoke to them about. with my mom my cousin brought the ingredients to make thumb print cookies with kisses in the center (< i had been craving them, but hadn't told anyone because i was focused on my mom dying). with Duke (< childhood dog who died when i was 17) my group at the summer research program Insisted i have lunch with them that day, something we didnt do regularly, and we got cravings food together when my mom found out he was going to have to be put down. with Prince (< other childhood dog who died when i was 22) my coworkers at the grocery store had piled me up with treats to take home from work, and when i got hone after resting a few hours (i worked overnights then) my brother woke me up and told me the news and told me it happened that morning as i was getting off work (< when they were doting on me to take the bonus treats home). none of these people spoke to anyone who wouldve known i wanted these things or needed them because its always just been. coincidence. and idk. that brings me comfort