#if it's their own character it is whatever...

[jomo-is-here]

a little doodle that I made cause i wanted to draw the lamb with their wool tied back :3

i cant help but color everything

[seventeendeer]

as a fat person who's always clamoring for more interesting fat characters in media, I honestly think one of my all-time favorite depictions of a fat character is Jumba from the original Lilo and Stitch - both visually and personality wise

from a design perspective, even though he's an alien, he has so many little anatomy quirks that make him a more believable fat character than many fat human designs in other media. I love the realistic sag and layering of the fat on his arms, the lack of neck definition, the rim of chub around his face and upper back, the way his back is rounded. his clothes pull taut and pinch in anatomically accurate places (e.g. shoulders are firmer = smoother outlines, the sides and back are squishier = bumpier outlines).

and he's stylized so well! all these great details boiled down to some simple shapes and pen strokes. IMO the Lilo and Stitch art style is extremely appealing - it's warm and clean and visually pleasing, but every character is super unique. Jumba isn't supposed to be pretty, but even though he's a very large, very fat, bald older guy who spends most of the movie in crop tops, the way he's stylized and staged makes it clear the audience is supposed to find him interesting to look at, and variably intimidating/cool/powerful/capable. he's often funny, but the physical aspect of his comedy is derived from being so hefty the other characters struggle to prevent him from barreling ahead and doing whatever he wants; being fat makes him come off more in control of the funny situations he gets into, not less. also, because the art style is what it is, a lot of his character acting also just makes him look kind of cute ... though that's universal across the cast

I also really like the fact that his size clearly gives him both realistic advantages and realistic disadvantages. along with having a stronger sense of agency in the comedic scenes, his size in combination with his impulsivity also makes him a more intimidating antagonist. you never know what he's going to do, and his size makes it difficult for other characters to stop him when he's made up his mind. at the same time, it seems to take him longer to catch his breath, he sometimes grunts when moving around a lot to imply it takes more effort, and he clearly struggled to find clothes that fit him when putting together his disguise. I think it's awesome that the character's size impacts how he interacts with the world so much, and again, in relatable ways

and personality wise, it is ALWAYS great to see fat characters portrayed as intelligent - not only is Jumba an accomplished scientist, he's also crafty and witty! a few quiet scenes imply a philosophical side, as he ponders on Stitch's existence and feelings as a living weapon. with Stitch explicitly being made in his own image to an extent, I'd argue there's even room to interpret some of the things he says about Stitch being hints to how he sees himself; we never learn much about Jumba's past, but it's clear he's a social misfit and strongly defiant. I don't think it's a stretch to assume some of what he said to Stitch about being a monster who can never belong anywhere was intended to read as projection (which makes it all the more heartwarming when both of them find a place to belong on Earth)

it's also a nice twist that toward the end, Jumba is the one who is unexpectedly compassionate toward Nani, while Pleakley tries to urge him to ignore her. again alluding to a level of emotional depth and intelligence that is often missing from even well-intentioned depictions of fat people. his character isn't even fully explored, and yet he's one of the most dynamic and interesting supporting characters in a movie full of fantastic characters. the audience is expected to find him fascinating and even sort of mysterious, and he is!

the sequels and spinoffs were more merchandise-driven franchise fluff for kids than the artsy direction of the original movie, but even so, I remember Jumba went on to become Lilo's lovable, amoral uncle figure, which I also thought was so fun as a kid. I love that they committed to the fact that he was more caring and compassionate than he seemed. not only was he a cool evil mad scientist character, but he was also eventually ... a friend ...

and he was even gay

[whumplike]

i never use ai to generate something and pass it off as my own. even when i’m stuck writing a story, i’d much rather have full control of what the characters do and say, and structuring my story in whatever way i want to. it’s much more freeing to write from the soul in this way. i’ve occasionally tried asking ai for suggestions and most of the time it misses the point or the suggestions simply suck. and i’d rather ai stay that way.

but when i ask it to provide feedback or summary (without glazing my writing), it manages to give somewhat in-depth insight. it’s a versatile and interactive tool, helps me brainstorm things a bit when i’m working on something that’s private and that i’m not ready to share with anyone. i’ve had a few cathartic moments just reading what ai has to say about a story i’ve written.

ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.

[rafesteddy]

Dilf rafe and milf reader are SOO FUCKING GOOD , can we get a story on how they met?

thank you!!!! And thank you for your ask bb I appreciate it 💕 this does not need to be read with the rest of the DILF!rafe AU

𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

c/w: jealousy, emotional tension, toxic relationship, implied emotional + verbal abuse, language, + smoking weed

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𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓲…

The second Rafe walked in it hit him—thick, sticky heat and the sharp bite of cheap lemon cleaner that didn��t do a damn thing but stir up whatever had been festering in the air all summer. The place felt muggy as hell. Like breathing through a wet towel.

And the ceiling fan? A joke. Creaked overhead in lazy circles like it knew how useless it was.

Rafe stood there, already defeated, duffel strap digging into his shoulder as he took it all in. Twin beds pushed to opposite corners. Peeling desk chairs. A sketchy stain near the vent that looked like it had been there since the seventies.

He let out a long groan—loud, dramatic—and didn’t bother hiding the look he tossed Topper’s way.

“Why the fuck are we doing this again?”

Topper grinned, already flinging his backpack onto the bed closest to the mini-fridge. “If we wanna pledge, we gotta put in our time. Freshman dorms are part of the deal, bro.”

“Well this deal is a load of shit,” Rafe muttered, dragging a hand through his sweat-damp hair before tugging his hat back on. “We got the money. We could rent a boathouse; better than this. They wouldn’t even know—”

“Yeah,” Topper said, flopping down like he owned the place. “You’ll miss all this character-building Cameron.”

Rafe crossed the room and shoved the window open without a word. Leaned out on his arms and just watched. The lawn was chaos. Boxes everywhere. Parents yelling. Freshmen trying not to look lost.

Rafe didn’t know what he was watching exactly. He just needed to breathe. Needed something to keep his head from spinning. Then he saw you.

Halfway across the lawn. Half-hidden behind a box that clearly weighed more than it should’ve. Your knees were bent, back straining a little, and your dress kept catching the breeze enough to make it complicated. Your hair had fallen loose from its clip and stuck to the side of your neck as you shifted your grip, refusing to stop.

Rafe straightened, brows drawn together. You didn’t ask for help. You didn’t yell for someone to grab it. You gritted your teeth and kept walking, one step at a time, and he stared… For way too long.

He almost said something. Almost turned to Topper and mumbled something about going down there. But then some guy jogged up beside you. His shirt was half unbuttoned, cap spun backwards like he thought it made him charming. That smug grin didn’t help.

He strolled up like it was his cue, took the box right out of your arms without asking—like he was doing something noble.

Rafe’s jaw ticked. He hadn’t realized how tight his jaw had gotten until the heat crept up the back of his neck.

“Of course,” he muttered. “Why wouldn’t she be with someone?”

He exhaled through his nose, the corners of his mouth tightening.

Stupid to think she wasn’t.

𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻…

The campus bookstore was packed. Lines coiled around displays. Topper kept elbowing him every time a girl in a sundress walked by, muttering something slick under his breath like it was still senior year.

“Jesus,” he mumbled, flipping through his course list. “$300 for a book. Are you shittin’ me? Is that normal?”

Rafe barely heard him, just shrugged and sighed. “Got no clue, man.”

“Neither do I… I never bought a book before—”

“That’s embarrassing—”

“Like you have,” Topper countered and Rafe just smirked, shooting him a side-eye.

“Maybe not but I’m not goin’ around sayin’ it out loud,” he chuckled, standing in front of a shelf full of paperbacks, feeling his mind slip away again.

His thoughts kept circling back to you—how you’d looked under the sun, that determined face, that little crease between your brows when the box shifted. He hadn’t stopped thinking about you since move-in. Not once.

“You think Professor Brenner’s hot?” Topper asked suddenly. “I heard she’s, like, super fuckin’ hot.”

“Mhmm.”

Topper raised a brow, looking over his shoulder. “Okay, what’s going on with you?”

“Nothing—”

“Bullshit.”

Rafe grabbed the nearest book to do something with his hands and turned down the aisle.

And there you were, eyes scanning a textbook; your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around your waist, nose pressed to your shoulder, hat backwards again like he was trying too hard. He leaned in, murmured something soft, and you laughed, quiet, and short.

Rafe dated casually. Never anything serious. None of those girls had ever made his heart trip over a laugh… He was fucked.

Rafe’s stomach twisted. He didn’t know you; hadn’t spoken to you, but something about seeing you held like that—seeing someone else get your smile—felt wrong. He couldn’t explain it.

𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻…

Days slipped by, and somehow, Rafe kept finding himself back at the window.

Didn’t matter if it was loud or quiet, or what Topper was yelling about from across the room.

Once the quad settled and the streetlights blinked on, he always ended up there. Feet kicked up, joint burning slow between his fingers, acting like he wasn’t listening for the soft rhythm of your life drifting down from the floor above.

Your laugh came first. Always. He heard your playlists, your phone calls, you and your new-found friends, yelling over makeup and pregame plans, swapping dresses and daring each other to shotgun seltzers.

Other nights were quieter. Slower. He liked those best. When it was only you and your music, half-singing the words under your breath.

But once a day the tone shifted, the laughter stopped, and Rafe would freeze, muscles tight, waiting to hear how it’d play out.

It was always him. Your boyfriend—sharp, bitter, too comfortable with it like it was something you had gotten used to. He hated him. He hated the way he talked to you.

“What are you wearing?”

“Why are you bein’ dramatic, huh? Never said ‘you looked like a slut, alright?’ I said ‘other people might think that’.”

“I just want what’s best for you, okay? You running around like that isn’t it.”

“Why are you goin’ out when you’ve got me—”

“I told you, nothing happened. What do you have people watching me now?”

Jab after jab from your boyfriend, all caught on speakerphone, just reinforcing the mental list of things Rafe could never imagine saying to you.

“Yeah. Yeah. And you sound insane. Got no clue who Lexi is. You know what? I don’t have time for your shit. Call me back when you’re done bein’ a bitch and you start actin’ like my girl. The fuck has gotten into you?”

But tonight he was here and the fight got loud. He heard the door slam hard enough to shake the walls, your boyfriend’s heavy footsteps, and a string of muffled curses all directed at you followed.

Then he stormed out into the parking lot. His truck key in a death grip in his fist. Rafe watched every second of it from above, eyes narrowed. He didn’t move until the guy’s car peeled out of view.

And then footsteps. Yours. A slow, measured walk across the room. He heard it. Your exhale—long and needed. It sounded like freedom. And Rafe sat there, completely still, hating himself for smiling but now, there was a chance.

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽…

When the night fell, he was right back in his spot by the window—phone in one hand, joint in the other, eyes on the sky, half-listening to your playlist, between Topper’s play-by-play of his conquest with the redhead from Econ.

You were glowing. Even without seeing you, he could tell—your laugh was brighter; your voice lighter. That hot tension that simmered, cooled completely.

He could hear your friends teasing, shouting over one another about what parties to hit, who was texting who, whether the frats were lame tonight or just lame always. And then your voice, sweet and soft, cut through the chatter.

“Too much?” You asked, clearly asking about your outfit and Rafe’s heart ached at not getting to see you, the praise right on the tip of his tongue.

The door slammed open downstairs, voices bouncing hard against the brick. Heels clacked over the sidewalk. Laughter spilled into the quad, light and messy.

Rafe listened. Every voice was familiar now. He knew the sound of your roommate’s laugh when she was already half-drunk, the clipped way your other friend talked when she was trying to flirt and didn’t want to look like she was trying.

But not yours. You didn’t leave with them.

The door shut again, quieter this time; feet floating across the floor above. He looked up before he could stop himself, heart thudding, and there you were.

Your legs. Crossed at the knee. Smooth and bare, swaying slightly where they dangled out your window. You looked like a dream… His dream.

And then your face came into view. Tilted slightly; eyes, warm, a soft glow glistened on your cheeks.

Then like some kind of fantasy you reached out your hand and his heart stuttered. Rafe passed it up to you, fingertips brushing for a second.

You lifted it to your mouth without a word, eyes closing as you took a slow drag. Smoke curled past your mouth, pouring out of your lip as your head tilted back, lashes low.

It was stupid how beautiful you looked.

You leaned forward again, handed it back down to him with the faintest smile. “Thank you.” Your voice dripped like honey, low and warm in the quiet night.

He stared up at you, and the words tumbled out like he hadn’t even made the choice. “Rafe.”

“Hi, Rafe.”

You gave him your name and repeated it in a flash. “Pretty.” You laughed—soft and close-mouthed, the kind you’d snuggle up in somebody’s shoulder. “I meant your name,” he went on, all at once embarrassed.

"I figured." You smiled softer. "But… that was really sweet."

And still he couldn’t look away.

“You okay?”

You nodded, glancing inside for a moment, then back down at him. “Didn’t feel like going out. Needed a little quiet.”

“Good call,” he murmured. “Sometimes the quiet’s better.”

Your gaze had rested on him for an extra moment. “Do you always sit here?” Rafe shrugged and gave you one of those goofy, crooked smiles; a smile that you could already tell would get you in trouble.

“Only when I’m lucky, pretty.”

That made you laugh again—true and innocent. There was a pause, long enough for the silence to start to stretch.

And then he reached behind him. Fingers closing around something he’d been holding onto all day.

“I—Uh… I wasn’t sure you’d be up there tonight,” he said quietly. “I was feeling lucky. So I grabbed you somethin’.”

“You did?” You asked as he pulled the bouquet into view. You blinked, lips parting slightly as he hooked one arm inside, stepping onto the ledge, body outside the window, passing them to you as you reached down.

“Rafe…” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “They’re beautiful.”

“So are you… Figured if I ever got a smile from you I should give you somethin’ in return.”

“You’re really sweet,” you hummed.

He chuckled weakly, a light laugh letting you know that this wasn’t normal, like maybe he was surprising himself as well. “I’m tryin’ really hard.”

You hid your smile for a breath before leaning forward, gently brushing your hand across his sharp jaw. Then, without a word, you kissed his cheek.

It was soft; the barest press of lips to skin, but it stopped his heart. You pulled back slowly, eyes still on his, and he swore the air between you turned sweeter.

Your perfume surrounded him, the sticky slick of your glossed lips stamped on his cheek.

“You got ready,” he murmured. “You goin’ somewhere?”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before tilting toward him more. “Well… I was gonna come down and say ‘hi’.”

His heart thudded so loud he was sure you could hear it. “Yeah?” He breathed.

“I still can.”

“No,” he blurted so fast it made you giggle. “Stay there. I’ll come up.”

He barely touched the floor—tripped over the fan, ignored Topper—and was already halfway out the door.

The stairwell blurred beneath him as he moved, taking steps two at a time, maybe three, like urgency alone could bend time. Near the top, his foot caught the edge of one step, nearly sending him flying. By the time he hit your floor, the rush was starting to wear off, and that’s when it hit him—how fucking dumb he probably looked. Not exactly his smoothest moment.

He scrubbed his hands down the front of his shorts, wiping away the evidence of his anxiety. Tried to get his shit together. Normally, he was good at this. Calm. Laid-back. Normally, he was a little cocky. Smooth without trying. But right then? Anything but.

You’d already heard him coming—his footsteps, the way he slowed outside your room. Maybe he didn’t know that. But it made you smile.

And when the door opened he exhaled long and needed. And it sounded like relief. And you stood there, looking up at the man before, and you hated yourself a little for already thinking this looked like forever.

Rafe stepped a little closer, voice warm and already familiar.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

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[quinnkaneki]

Haikyuu characters as parents/soon to be parents part 1 <3

pt 2

This part includes Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Kuroo Tetsuro, Kenma Kozume and Keishin Ukai.

→ Oikawa Tooru — During pregnancy ^^

• He talks to your belly daily.

“— and when you learn to walk I'm gonna teach you how to serve a ball right into uncle Iwa's face!”

• He preorders baby stuff the moment he finds out, it doesn't matter if you're only 3 weeks pregnant.

“What about this pink crib? Ah wait, we're not sure if they're a girl yet.... Woah, babe, look at these panda pjs.” *adds to the cart*

• Baby proofs whatever he can, safety comes first.

“Tooru... Why is the living room tv remote in styrofoam?” You look up at him.

“So our little one doesn't get hurt...”

→ After pregnancy

• Awestruck, can't believe he has a little family of his own.

“I'm the one who just gave birth, why are you crying?”

“It's just... She's perfect,” He says while gently caressing her cheek.

• Proudly sends monthly updates of his baby to Iwaizumi.

“*sends video* SHE SAID HER FIRST WORD AND WE GOT IT ON CAMERA, I REPEAT, SHE SAID HER FIRST WORD!!!! LOOK AT MY BABY GIRL IWA-CHANNNN”

• Becomes a princess.

“Daddy! Stop moving, you're gonna smudge your lipstick!" Your daughter argues while adding the final touches to his make up.

“Don't you think this skirt is too short sweetheart?”

“Nuh uh! Mommy said it makes your butt look big!” You snicker at her words and snap a photo of him in a skirt and crop top.

“I'm so sending this to Hajime.”

→ Iwaizumi Hajime — During pregnancy ^^

• Cooks for you everyday.

“C'mon sunshine, breakfast is ready, wake up.” *kisses your forehead*

• Makes sure you're up to date with your doctor appointments.

“Okay so, Friday is your next doctor's appointment and we find out the gender then.... Excited?”

• Spends an entire week painting and decorating the baby's room.

“What'd you think sweetheart? Should I move the crib to the other side of the room or do you like it here?"

→ After pregnancy

• Just like Oikawa, he breaks down in the delivery room.

“Are you okay Hajime?”

“I am sweetheart... He looks just like you”

• Accidentally uses a bad word in front of him.

“If a creeper gets into my house again, I swear to God Shittykawa—”

“Shittykawa! Shittykawa!”

“Woah, woah, woah— don't say that! Don't repeat what daddy says!”

“Pfft, good luck explaining that to Y/N Iwa-chan.”

• Enjoys telling him random stories from high school.

“There was this one time uncle Tooru and I stayed back really late after school to practice volleyball and didn't tell anyone. His cousin got really worried cause he wasn't picking up her calls so she drove to the school to check if he was there...wanna know who his cousin is?”

“Who?!”

“Your mom.”

→ Kuroo Tetsuro — During pregnancy ^^

• Pregnancy photoshoots every month.

“Andddd into the album it goes,” He says while writing ‘7 months’ under it.

• Literally your personal servant. Pillow too uncomfortable? Sayless, he won't let you raise a finger.

“You okay, baby? You keep stirring.”

“Mhmm, my pillow is just too high-” *gently adjusts your pillow before you can*

• Drives to the store at 3am just to satisfy your pregnancy cravings.

“They were out of mint chocolate chip ice cream so I got cookies and cream,” He says as he enters the car.

“Did you get my cheese?”

“I got your cheese, love.” *kisses your cheek*

→ After pregnancy

• Takes your daughter on afternoon walks.

“Look at the kittyyyy!” he coos, adjusting her on his hip to see the kitty, “kinda looks like uncle Kenma, doesn't it?”

• Family outings.

“If you don't go to bed right now I'm cancelling our trip to the Zoo tomorrow.” Kuroo bluffs.

“But dadddddddy, one more episode please!” She pouts and shifts her gaze over to you for help.

“Daddy already spoke honey, don't you wanna see the giraffes?”

• Living room forts<3

“Daddy this side is gonna fall!” Your daughter panics while trying to keep the makeshift wall up.

“Leave it to me sweetheart, go help mommy with the popcorn.”

→ Kenma Kozume — During pregnancy ^^

• Thinks you're joking.

“Wait so...you're actually pregnant..?”

“I am Kozume, this isn't something I'd joke about”

“....wow...just wow,” he embraces you. “I'm ready to take on whatever comes our way, as long as it's with you.”

• Limits his game time

“Kenken?”

“In the kitchen!” He shouts.

“Woah, what's all this?”

“your breakfast...thought I'd treat you, tho beware, I can't cook.”

• Counts down the days till delivery.

“6 more weeks.” he mutters.

“6 more weeks till what?”

“Till our little angel is here.”

→ After pregnancy

• Immediately buys her a switch.

“I customized it with her name at the back, look” he shows you “i added pink hearts too”

• Has a personal hair stylist

“Mama what do you think? Bow or no bow?" She places the bow in Kenma's hair then removes it before looking up at you.

“Definitely bow.”

• Falls asleep with her in his arms while gaming.

“D/N! D/N? Kozume?” You enter the gaming room and melt at the sight in front of you.

→ Keishin Ukai — During pregnancy ^^

• Quits smoking and drinking.

“They're gonna grow up in a healthy environment and I'm gonna make sure of that.”

• Refuses to let you around the team.

“No can do darling, they're too rowdy and I need you to rest.”

• Closes the shop early.

“You're home early.”

“I missed my wife.”

→ After pregnancy

• Surprise, you have twin boys!

Teaches the kids how to cook but it usually turns into a food fight. “Both of you, in the shower now” He sternly commands as he begins to clean up.

• Family movie nights.

“Okay so mommy voted barbie and I voted-”

“Barbie!” They both yell.

“Guess we're watching barbie..again.”

• Teaches them how to fish.

“Daddy look! I caught a big fish!”

“You idiot, that's not a big fish, that's a sardine.” his brother says.

“But I still caught a fish and you didn't!" He teases.

I absolutely love Oikawa \⁠(⁠๑⁠╹⁠◡⁠╹⁠๑⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♬

First time publishing on Tumblr, hope you guys enjoyed :3

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

WRITING ON THE WALL

BIO: NEGLECTED MALE WB!READER THE WANYE FAMILY RECOMABLE ARTIST

Art was never some silly hobby or pastime, like people like to think it is. It's your whole life, your whole identity. Being an artist has been something you've been doing ever since you were a kid—sketching, drawing, finger painting—all that stuff is something that grounds you, that connects you to deep fulfillment. Once you finish a piece, you feel anger when you mess up a sketch; fear touching a paintbrush to a canvas. It makes you feel human, makes you feel real, makes you feel alive. Each stroke, each splash, each mixture—it's something that's very concise. It's like doing chemistry, mixing all the elements together to find something new.

But ever since you reached the manor, you've been going through this crazy amount of art block, and it's not like you. You usually create almost every single day, once a week if you're being realistic, but for some reason, you haven't been able to pick up a brush or pencil or even go through your sketchbook. You feel so disinterested and disorganized. It’s not like you—it's never like you. You've never been the one who would draw or paint or create for praise or for someone to pat you on the back and say, "Good job." But you sure as hell wanted that feeling. You wanted to be patted on the back and hear a "Good job" thrown at you once in a while. But your younger brother gets all of it—the little hellspawn who just picked up a brush one day and called himself an artist. He is still a beginner; he sounds horrible. It's trashing on your little brother, but honestly, the second he picked up a pencil, they think he's Picasso. He’s been drawing since you were in the womb, but when he does it, it's like a revolutionary thing. But he made the paintbrush—it's just not fair.

You get jealous of a 14-year-old. You're acting like a child, but you are an adult. Before you ever became a child, you took care of yourself, did everything yourself, made a path for yourself, creating a legacy that doesn't have to deal with your father—you are your own person, and you don't have to bear the burden of being Wayne. Sometimes you want to be like a child, patted on the back. You want to get a small high five, an "attaboy," but you're getting too old for that stuff, and to be honest, it's kind of lame. Everything is so lame, but hearing your father praise Damian like he's his prized possession, like he's the sun, and you're just one of the many planets that revolve around him, is excruciating. Richard is boasting about him; he never did that with you. All they do is brag. Why can't you be the center of attention? Why can't you be the one being seen? It’s not like you're invisible; you're there, you're obviously there. Do you have to make your voice known? Do you have to shout from the top of your lungs? Do you have to break a canvas to show that you are an artist too?

But if it's attention you want, then just go on Instagram and post your art. Get clicks or views or whatever. Yeah, it doesn't feel as good as being hugged and being told that you’re the best at what you do, that you're good, that you're great, that you're astounding. Your mind is something scientists want to deconstruct and pick at—the blood son of Bruce Wayne, firstborn dark shadow, Damian is the artist of the family. So what are you? The bad copy and paste? Get your own person, with your own dreams and your own accord, your own wants, your own ideas. You draw too, you know, but every time you say that, it’s like you’re trying to take the spotlight away from Damian, trying to make things about you when it never really was about you. But does it hurt to have this one piece of recognition, to be seen for a second, for a minute? But now you’re more of a background character than anything.

This art block is like a heavyweight tied to your back, and you can barely be seen. You can’t even pick up a brush, but you want to make things—you really do. So you find part of the manor, an empty notebook, shelves, no furniture—maybe a chair and a couple of windows, some cobwebs here and there. You don't think Alfred even remembers this room, but this was the first one you saw when you came to the manor—the first room that you will decorate your existence. Picking up your brush, you start to paint, sketch the walls. You take your brush and paint, and you paint and you paint until your fingers cramp. You paint until your eyes go blurry, paint until there are little calluses on your hands.

On the wall of your new canvas, you keep on going. You haven't eaten in the past hour, but you keep it up. You feel this pressure; you can't let it go to waste. You just might pass out, but you paint and you paint until the fatigue hits you, and it’s the most disgusting picture you’ve ever seen. You want to vomit. It's your worst piece of work ever. You leave the room, discouraged, disappointed, embarrassed. You're not the artist of the family; you make a simple mural. Can you call yourself a creator? But when you look at the other side of the painting that is dipped with some of your blood, you realize just how important you are. You are the artist of the family; you always have been, and you always will be.

[murderbot-moodboard]

I have watched the Episode 7 three times, and naturally I have some thoughts:

- Okay, Gurathin officially has the coolest backstory I can imagine for his character. Being a former corporate spy has so many implications for who he is and what he's capable of. It explains why he's been suspicious this whole time (apparently from the moment they acquired a SecUnit) that Murderbot could be working with the Company to hurt the Preservation team. It also explains why he was suspicious of LeeBeeBee from the beginning and saw through all her attempts to get him and the others to reveal information.

- Interestingly, the rest of PresAux knows this about him, but Murderbot doesn't, which would seem to fit with the books, as I'm fairly certain Murderbot would've mentioned it somewhere if it knew Gurathin was a former corporate spy. (We could also discuss in-world reasons why Murderbot might not mention it, but I'll leave that for fanfic writers to explore.)

- Gurathin's relationship to Mensah also makes a lot more sense from his backstory. He was desperate, broken, and essentially enslaved, with no one to turn to, and she forgave him and helped him get asylum in Preservation Alliance, which had to be an involved and risky process. She was his only friend for a while, and knowing Mensah, she would've stuck with him and done whatever she could to support him through all the ups and downs (including withdrawal from his corporation's proprietary drugs).

It makes sense that Gurathin would see Mensah as a rare stabilizing force in his life. She's someone he's terrified of losing, to the point that he'd go on a survey with her in the Corporation Rim rather than let her out of sight into the dangers he narrowly escaped. Even if it means putting himself in a situation likely to trigger reminders of his past trauma and addiction and tempt him to relapse. He's fallen in love with Mensah, but his feelings are largely because of who she was to him at the lowest point in his life, and because he's become emotionally dependent on her during his addiction and trauma recovery and his integration into a foreign culture in adulthood. His going into Mensah's room to cry over her pillow, an action Murderbot misinterpreted and classified as creepy and depressing, seems to indicate rather that Gurathin doesn't think he can continue to function if he loses her.

- Okay, now that we've discussed the big reveal, I want to note that this episode made me fall even more in love with all of PreservationAux and Murderbot. After several episodes of the team being separated into groups, we get to see them all working together during an emergency. And PresAux works together really well as a team—as long as they're not being shot at by hostile SecUnits. PresAux and Murderbot... still not quite working as a team yet, but they're making an attempt.

Adding a readmore because this is quickly becoming a long post:

- I love how Bharadwaj and Gurathin basically hang out together and take care of each other for most of the episode. In past episodes, they've both seemed unwilling to admit to the rest of the team that they're struggling and need support. But with Gurathin being shot in the leg and Bharadwaj shaken by the betrayal and violent death of someone she'd cared about, I think they've both lost some of their ability to pretend they're fine. They also seem to find comfort and usefulness in looking out for each other, and possibly a distraction from their own problems that's helping them cope. Either way, the casual physical closeness is very sweet, and shows at least one way Gurathin has become more integrated with Preservation culture.

- Before I forget, I went back and replayed several times that moment in the habitat where PresAux steps back from Murderbot, and I noted two things: (1) Mensah only barely steps back, and she looks slightly cautious and evaluative rather than afraid while doing so, and (2) Gurathin, who is sitting on a box, does not step back, but just moves sideways into a more upright position no longer resting his weight on his arm, and could possibly be trying to get in front of Bharadwaj?

- In the crisis situation of this episode, Mensah really embodies her role as team leader, acting as a source of calm and decisiveness when her team needs her to be. I felt like she showed a new level of steady confidence, and I think it's partly because she's rising to the occasion for her team as a good leader does, but also because she now understands the kind of ally they have in Murderbot. Murderbot is an ally who would literally cut out pieces of its body to get them out of danger. She also gets to share the burden of command with a consultant who understands combat and the dangers facing them better than any of the team, and who has saved them several times so far. Her understanding of Murderbot as a person gives her new confidence in communicating with it and new insight in how to persuade it to work with the team, even if the insight isn't perfect.

- Let me just say, the scene with Murderbot being grown over with branches was haunting. It's true to the things Murderbot fantasizes about doing in the books, and it's also a great example of what depression can look like. There was discussion on Discord about how this is essentially suicidal ideation but Murderbot is unlikely to recognize that. It's also reflective of an aspect of depression that doesn't always get attention: the feeling of wanting to just never have to move again.

- I love that Pin-Lee got lots of time this episode to voice their opinions and suggest courses of action for the team. In my opinion, most of the characters felt like they had come closer to their book portrayal in this episode, and this was especially true of Pin-Lee. Their strategic thinking and assertiveness was evident throughout the episode. I also internally cheered when they said they wanted to sue the shit out of the whole Corporation Rim—that's our lawyer Pin-Lee!

- Arada nerding out over the worms was so funny and endearing, and definitely reminded me of other people I've known who are very passionate about their field of expertise. And it seems very in character for Arada to think LeeBeeBee was bluffing about killing them all.

- Ratthi was hilarious this episode, and came across as someone who tries to use charisma to charm his way through new or uncomfortable situations, in order to hide the fact that he doesn't know what he's doing and is making it up as he goes. It's worked enough times that it's become his main coping strategy, even when it's not a very effective one.

- Poor Bharadwaj was really not having a good time this episode. She's clearly still having a hard time with what happened to LeeBeeBee, and still angry with Murderbot for it. And then the worms show up! Her extremely repulsed facial expressions made it pretty clear she'd rather be anywhere but near those things.

- Something interesting I noticed this episode was the way Gurathin sometimes blinks while his eyes roll back in his head. I'd noticed it at least once before, in that scene where Murderbot doesn't strangle him (which I watched on loop a few times thanks to gifs by some lovely people), but I'd thought it was just a fear response or something. In this episode, though, especially a couple times during the flashback scene, Gurathin's eyes definitely did the same thing. So now I'm thinking it might have something to do with his augments. There was also discussion on Discord of whether the reason Gurathin's condition seemed to deteriorate quickly had anything to do with his augments. I have no idea, but it occurred to me to wonder if immunosuppression is necessary for augmentation (like it is sometimes currently for organ transplants), and if that would interfere with his body's ability to heal or fight infection.

Okay, I think I've covered all the things I wanted to cover that other people haven't already covered. This episode was chock full of good character moments, y'all!

[semiohazard]

one of my favorite things is that that tenna has the same sort of fourth wall-breaking power as much more meta-aware characters like spamton and sans (being able to control the player POV, playing His Theme for asriel, pointing at the camera), he just. doesnt care. he could NOT give less of a fuck about higher narrative levels or whatever he's too busy tripping over his own ass trying to get somebody to love him

[owe-143]

you’re contributing greatly to the fandom I praise you. Anyways-

Either one. Cuddle chat with the saja boys or comforting them I need fluff for lease and thanks! Have a good day/night!

Comfort buddy<3

A/N: HAHA, THANK YOUUU. I really loved this movie. Like I need to contribute. Have a good day/night as well and ty for requesting (i already did cuddling head cannons so I chose the comfort one! also kinda a character analysis-)

Warnings: none I believe

Fluff☁⭐

Saja boys (seperate) x Reader!

Jinu!

-He makes it quite obvious when he's bothered or not doing well

-will lean on you figuratively and literally

-be patient with him. He'll eventually open up

-and when he does it's an entire vent session

-he needs you to reassure him that everything will be okay

-even if he doesn't believe it himself. Hearing it from you is enough

Abs

-doesn't often show that he is vulnerable and wants comfort

-usually does things out of the usual to signal he isn't okay

-I think he's extremely insecure and needs reassurance all the time

-NEEDS HUGS. CRAVES THEM💔

-compliment him. make him feel good about himself again

-don't forget to make him laugh. memes or jokes or whatever. just get him smiling again<33

Romance

-will literally have the worst anxiety or panic attacks

-he gets overwhelmed really easily so like be super patient and calm

-getting him a gift will definitely lift his mood

-acts as if the world is ending so you have to bring him back down

-gets pissed off with his emotions easily. like help before he throws something😭

-watch movies or shows together. Specifically something funny or relaxed

Mystery

-this man is silently fighting his own demons I swear

-Doesn't really understand the way he feels most of the time so he will ignore it until he finally crashes out

-first comes to you for reasons, like why the hell does he feel not good

-stroke his hair or hold his hands

-oddly very emotional when his feelings catch up to him. will be sobbing into your shoulder

-hold him real close. cuddle him tightly and make sure he knows you're there

Baby

-claims that he is fine when clearly he's not

-you sorta have to give him space before eventually comes looking for kisses and hugs

-give this man food, he'll be better in no time

-that confident facade eventually breaks where he explains all his worries and just needs you to listen

-will pout like a toddler while you coddle him

-maybe childish, but do something like colouring or doodling. he likes doing fun things with you

[rosiemari]

౨𝜚 —-– · “D★LLHOUSE”

✧₊⁺ Blythe doll reader who's unsettling ! ♥

౨ৎ Dear diary: Hi, first post here, kinda nervous../hj i hope this is good enough to not make a fool out of myself and to gain at least 5 followers :3 ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚 Trigger warnings: None other than reader tormenting Jax (im projecting my hatred for him)

⋆. 𐙚 Type: Fluff, Romantic/platonic, headcanons. This contains Jax, Gangle and Ragatha.

˚୨୧⋆.˚ Song of the day: Valley of the dolls — Marina.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Jax

✧₊⁺ He didn't give a shit when it came to how you looked like at first. He just thought that out of them all, you were the luckiest. After all, you looked like a doll! A very well put together one not to mention. Not some weird looking mess like zooble.

✧₊⁺ Although after some time, he came to internally admit you were... unpleasant, to say the least. But it's Jax we're talking about, he didn't give up on tormenting you just because of some weird looking void pupils.

✧₊⁺ At first, he decided to stick verbally mocking you, calling you pet names such as "Doll face" "Dolly" "Eyes of the dead". Which didn't gain much attention from your side and that's such a bummer to him.

✧₊⁺ So the day he actually messed with you for the first time was the last day of him being courageous near you. He absolutely regrets it.

✧₊⁺ He had the brilliant idea of stepping on a piece of your delicately fabricated skirt to make you trip and possibly hurt yourself. Even ripping a part of it.

✧₊⁺ let's just say you were NOT happy.

✧₊⁺ He remembers to this day the way you looked at him like you were a soul eater, he felt his sins crawl through his back.

✧₊⁺ The tables have turned from that moment on, every day he's the one being tormented now, by you, and you don't even have to do much to scare him, just stare at him for more than 5 seconds and he's out the door.

✧₊⁺ You not only defy the laws of logic itself, you defy HIS laws of logic, you, somehow, got ahold of the dorm keys he used to spook everyone and Jax couldn't be more bothered since.

✧₊⁺ He used to leave a whole ass table infront of his dorm room to keep you away until you said: "a mere table won't save you". Now leaves a whole closet.

✧₊⁺ Congratudolonces? You're now the hero and scariest person of the circus.

𝜗𝜚 Gangle

✧₊⁺ Thank you for your service.

✧₊⁺ While being scared of you she's very much grateful for you torturing Jax in the same way he did with her. She tries to show her gratitude through silent and not-so-secret acts.

✧₊⁺ Like leaving a drawing or two at your doorstep, you know its from her but you decide not to demonstrate you do know to respect her peace.

✧₊⁺ Gangle likes the way you look too, she admires how dainty and perfectly constructed you are, even though your artificial gaze can spook her from time to time but she knows you're not a particular menace when you're unprovoked.

✧₊⁺ By the time it passes, her fear towards you wavers and shes way more comfortable near you, even sitting in silence with you is a good moment to her now. Even if you look a little dead inside.

✧₊⁺ Overall, she likes you in her own little way.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Ragatha

✧₊⁺ She's mostly confused.

✧₊⁺ Ragatha is kinda appealed for the fact you manage to keep Jax at bay, but still worries you'll rip the """"""poor""""" bunny while he sleeps. Even though he leaves his whole room in front of his door she knows you're very much capable of getting in anyway.

✧₊⁺ Either way, she tries her best to not end up like Jax, always keeping her positive facade extra nice with you, even though you have no intention to even scare her.

✧₊⁺ Although you like to mess around with her sometimes, you find it amusing how she can't ever trust you even if you explicitly display you have no interest in hurting her.

✧₊⁺ Ragatha tries her best to swallow her fear and always have an open space for you in whatever adventure or place you guys are, as we know she's not keen in being a jerk in anyway.

✧₊⁺ But she's kinda bummed and excited for having another doll like character in the circus with her, although you look a bit better than her in her head, making her a bit self-conscious.

✧₊⁺ Nonetheless, she tries to lend a helping hand, even if she fears you'll swallow it whole.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Wild Times (But Not For Sorn)

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

June 2025 Week 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Knock Out (Fri WeTV ) ep 6 of 12 - I continue to very much enjoy this show, all of the couples have great chemistry, the plot is entertaining, It’s a solid sports romance and I adore a sports romance. Nothing not to love.

My Stubborn (Sun iQIYI) ep 6 of 10 - No no no. Sorn is supposed to suffer. This is not acceptable. Do not just give in like that! Oh thank goodness, yay! Confrontation, make him suffer, Junbaby! You go sweetie! Good. Good, suffering. More suffering is needed! Tai make him suffer too!

Reset (Mon iQIYI) ep 3 of 10 - Did Thada just buy his man a plastic bowl so he could eat his ramen as they walk down a street? Interesting choice. Also “workcation” = v modern word… so Thada must also be on a Reset? I do love that Thada is putting all of his cards on the table so quickly, definitely one who feels like time might run out and he has to get it right this time around. Thada is treating a relationship with Armin exactly the same way that Armin is treating his acting career. As I think you could probably tell, I am enjoying this very much. What a good show.

Memoir of Rati (Fri Netflix or YT) ep 1 of 12 - I was resistant to picking this one up, despite my love of both pairs. The title, intro music, and setting make me nervous that we won’t get a happy ending. That said, I am particularly interested in this time of Thailand‘s history and the complicated diplomacy that went on. And holy heck can GreatInn serve up some stellar chemistry.

My Sweetheart Jom (Fri YT) ep 6 of 12 - I continue to enjoy this more as it gets more plot heavy and convoluted. To be clear, that’s not normally what I like in my BL and certainly not what I expect from Thailand, or that Thailand does well. But there’s something about the way this show is paced that I'm enjoying more now than at the start. And we should be in the soggy middle. So, I guess... well done little show?

Pit Babe 2 (Fri iQIYI) ep 8 of 13 - Kenta Kim kiss! Yay!!! Chris’s epic eye rolls make me happy. However, this plot is Very Silly Indeed and I am very entertained. What a vroom vroom full of nonsense this is.

I Promise I Will Come Back (Mon WeTV) ep 5 of 10 - Oh what a lovely first kiss… touch… and so forth. I love this! It’s actually kind of special. How unexpected. (Ep 5A if you just wanna watch the moment.) I’ve said it before, there’s nothing wrong with the acting in this show. It’s the general story and script that’s troubling me. But my goodness all 3 leads are great.

The Next Prince (Sat iQIYI) ep 8 of 14 - It has been a bumper of a week and I’m grumpy, and unfortunately this particular show is bearing the brunt of it. I’m sorry, but the main couple are just so one note and it’s becoming quite trying. Something has to actually evolve with their characters, ya know? Now the sides …. very nicely done, give us more of them. 

The Bangkok Boy (Sat Gaga) ep 9 of 12 - It was a decent episode. But I’m really not sure about this show as a BL. It’s making me increasingly nervous.

Boys in Love (Sun iQIYI ) ep 7 of 12 - Just as I suspected, lots of nothing happening. Sports day. Whatever. (Always been Blue Team myself… just FYI.) 

SunTiny (Tues iQIYI) ep 1-2 of 10 - Look here, there’s a lot to like about this show. I like the idea of messing with standard misconceptions of top/bottom, and I LOVE it when the fandom hets and their dumb ideas of sex get the vapors. Blow their tiny minds, boys. Please. 

However, I am a little crushed that it takes a bodyswap for us to have a femme top. I hate bodyswap narratives. It’s one of my least favorite tropes. And I’m not sure this particular pair has the acting chops to carry this off. No skin off of MaxNat - good chemistry and decent actors, but to act like another person in your own body genuinely requires a level of physicality and verbal execution, a new way of holding the jaw and face to make believable. It’s not something that’s easy to do. Max is doing a slightly better job at it. He is certainly better at facial nuance and tone shift, but his physicality remains the same.

I love that this show is absolutely gonna mess with the worst of the fandom. That makes me really damn happy. Although it is dangerous territory for this pair to enter into and not a subject matter I expect Thailand to handle with delicacy. I do love all of the jockeying with linguistics and verbal pronouns and such. That is fun.

As of now though, I remain torn. It's gonns have to prove itself.

Eye Contact (Weds WeTV) ep 6 end? - I don’t like anything that happened at the back end of this show. And I’m not going to forgive it. I don’t like where the characters went. I don’t like where the relationships went. I don’t like what was done with the story arc. I don’t like the choices that were made by anyone. I am, to put it simply, cheesed off. The GL couple is the only good thing about this and they got practically no screen time. I’m tempted to say that this was originally slated to be a 12 episode and it stopped halfway through.

Summary

A promising start for a craptastic but delightfully edgy pulp derailed abruptly in the second act by miserable disconnected story arcs full of dysfunctional relationships, poor life choices, and every trigger in the book with no payout or attempt to resolve or address the resulting trauma. Including mine. I am seriously displeased. 3/10 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Ball Boy Tactics (Korea Thurs iQIYI) ep 3 of 8 - They. Are. So. Cute. I love them so much. No notes, absolutely my favorite thing airing right now.

Sweetheart Service (Korea Fri YT) ep 7 of 12 - How delightful that the sides got some love. That was charming. They went on a date. They are so damn adorable. Meanwhile our leads are the bestest boys. 

Moon and Dust (China YT) ep 5 of 6 - Yay biting! Oh this show is so ffed up and I love that. It’s so good. It’s so warped. It’s so good because it’s so warped. I am scared (for me and the show) but so pleased.

He is my rabid dog child and I LOVE HIM. Let him fuck bite his brother if he wants.

Revenged Love (China Mon Gaga) ep 1-4 of 24? - A remake of 2015's Falling in Love with a Rival. From China ON GAGA? What alt-reality IS THIS? No idea on the length, MDL says 24 but at 45 a pop, I'm wondering if that's correct, because that would make this the first full length CBL we have had since... well, Advance Bravely. But also, see the next section, this could be shut down at any moment.

And now, some thoughts:

It is so like its source, absolutely unhinged CBL. Snake fighting. So much smoking. Money throwing. Gifting boys. Gang rp. UNHINGED. What the actual?

At least this time the seme is established queer out the gate closet? Our baby boy is a bit of a loser. And the meat cute was way more modern BL. Of course seme is also truly evil, he’s openly queer and this is CBL so he must be corrupt in all ways. (I don’t make the rules the CCP does.) 

Of course I LOVE the doctor. (Also the psycho baby brother from Moon & Dust, did you clock?) I don’t think I’ve ever loved a character this much this quickly since Film was last on my screen. He is glorious.  

Anyway, I have no faith in this ending in a satisfying manner, or indeed ending at all, but boy am I enjoying this WILD ride.

Depth of Field AKA Hishakai Shindo (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 1-2 of 6 - The actor playing Hayakawa was in one of the Kiss shorts! Neat. Well we know he can certainly kiss a boy. Meanwhile, this is warped, a little creepy, and sort of messed up. And exactly what I expected from this IP. I like it, as I usually do with stuff from Japan. I’m making no guarantees on where this is going tho. Remember, never try to predict Japanese BL. Safer on the psyche.

The Sparkle In Your Eye (Singapore Sun Gaga & Viki) eps 9-10 of 12 - characters aren’t talking to each other or telling the truth. It's very sappy and heart wrenching and tiring. 

Important word on the CBL we are enjoying right now.

WRITERS ARRESTED! China’s Danmei Crackdown (also stuff on SmartBoom breakup, and the unprecedented popularity of GL pair LingOrm's Photo Shoot)

This has happened before. I said a little while ago that the CBL industry & online behavior keeps giving me 2016 vibes and that time period seems to be repeating itself. (Maybe all these do-over time travel BLs lateIy have been trying to tell us something?) I know this new spate of uncensored CBLs are only being distributed internationally but I still don't see how we can expect this to end well, especially Revenged Love. We are in Heroin Addicted territory and the dejavu is strong with this one. I am going to keep watching on the "get it while you can" theory, but I now wish I'd been bootlegging Moon & Dust. Revenged too. I may set aside some time to do so for... reasons... I recommend you do the same.

That's not what he said. So petty Tencent CCP WeTV.

It's airing but......

I Became the Lead in a BL Drama 2 AKA Zoku BL Drama no Shuen ni Narimashita (Japan Gaga) 6 eps - While I am intrigued by the manager side couple, I can't be arsed to add this to the weekly rotation. I may binge once it's done.

The Ex-Morning (Thailand YT) 10 eps - dropped half way through ep 3. I was just angry at it, at GMMTV, at the script, at the characters. That's not healthy for any of us. If rumors are to be believed, I'm feeling great about this life choice.

Season of Love in Shimane AKA Ai no Kisetsu: The Season of Love (Thai) 8 eps - Sequel to Kiseki Chapter 2 which I intensely disliked. I won't watch this.

Mission to the Moon (YT) 12 eps- Watching but I can't keep track. Too short, too many, too YT. I will report at end.

Loy Kaew First Love (Fri YT) 6 eps - Dropped at ep 4. Ended this week, trigger warning on that ending. Not recommended.

Next Week Looks Like This:

2025 Line Up

6/27 The Promise of The Soul (Taiwan Gaga) 12 eps - Have I mentioned recently how much I hate bodyswap?

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

This is from a KBL short called Wrong Number, has the actor playing the older brother bartender in Sweetheart Service. So far v cute. But one can't trust Sukfilm to end well.

I am pretty sure this is not an accurate translation. But I kinda LOVED it. (Sweetheart Service)

It's all about the doctor character. He is giving me LIFE. (Other people too, presumably, being a doctor and all.)

Revenged Love.

Yeah yeah. I like to see it. I'll take my cute femme top anyway I can. (SunTiny)

No but seriously, that kiss (I Promise I Will Come Back).

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs @waitmyturtles

[usertala]

getting hit on

characters: yuuji, gojo, nanami

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Itadori Yuuji

He doesn’t even register in his mind that you’re getting hit on. He just thinks someone’s being nice to you, which makes him happy. Though his thoughts change after the stranger makes some questionable comments.

“How about seeing a movie tomorrow? I could pick you up.”

What? His smile is erased from his face and he looks at the guy dead in his eyes.

“What are you talking about? Baby, we have dinner with Gojo-sensei tomorrow, right?” He smiles at you, and it looks forced. He tightens his hold on your waist and you smile.

“Yes, baby. We need to buy something sweet for him for Teacher’s Day.”

He turns to look at the guy and smiles at him. “Sorry, we have some errands tomorrow. You can just reschedule your movie date, maybe never?”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Gojo Satoru

This man does not care about whoever is flirting with you; he knows they can’t compare to him. What matters to him is that your attention is on him and only him. But does this guy really need to be all smiley and have heart eyes for you? He can see the polite smile on your face, though he can’t hear your conversation as he’s having his own conversation with important people with names he can’t remember.

You two have been having a staring contest for a while when a guy came up to you, which caused you to break eye contact with him. He does not like that.

He smiles at the guests. “Excuse me, I need to take care of something.” With that, he heads towards you with a bright smile, slinging his arm around your shoulder. “Hi, baby, who’s this?”

You introduce him to the man.

“Hmm, funny, I haven’t heard of you before. Baby, do you know him?”

You sigh. “No, Toru, he was just asking about the party.”

He points to Shoko. “You can ask her. She’d be delighted to tell you what you want to know. You’re a bother to us.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Nanami Kento

Does he even get jealous? He’s very secure in your relationship; he knows that even when 100 men flirt with you, you won’t pay attention to them. Maybe going as far as being incredibly mean. But that doesn’t mean he likes the idea of these sleazy guys fawning over you right in his face. You have this tight-lipped smile on your face, fists clenched by your side, and an occasional twitch on your eye. He smirks, whatever this man was babbling about was clearly making you more irritated than flattered. He watches your face become neutral before your lips start to pout. That’s his cue.

“Good evening, I’d appreciate it if you’d get lost,” he says with a straight face.

“Excuse me?” the man says, before you start rolling your eyes at him.

“Kento, he keeps bothering me! Deal with it.” You glare at the man.

“Brat,” he muttered under his breath.

Though he didn’t say anything, his glare was enough to make the man take a hint and walk away.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[bewitched-hours]

ok so wait i have like evil fluff fantasies so you can ignore this one but like, idea: killers are so out of it that in the middle of a match they give up and seek out reader for comfort and affection and act completely out of character (maybe theyre like supa sick and delirious or smth? idk man up to you)

(dont whip me pls 🙏)

Dw, I love evil fluff too, it's delicious- (I say as I get dragged off the stage) Idk if you wanted headcanons or a oneshot so I hope headcanons will be enough (And if you want a oneshot for any of them or multiple, I'll be happy to fulfil that request as well~)

Let's give the reader They/Them for this!

1x1x1x1

It was... Weird to say the least.

What you thought would be a chase to the death turned into a cuddle session in a small building besides an already done generator...

You knew better than to question it and hesitantly tried to ask what was wrong. Turns out 1x has been sick... Somehow...

Now you were stuck serving as some sort of hugging pillow while she quietly complains about his current state... Just keep running your hands through her hair and hopefully he'll forget about the round?

You ended up being threatened not to tell anyone about this and of course, you're too terrified to go against her wishes...

But by the end you were so confused while the other survivors questioned where you were and how 1x was somehow gone.

Somehow, you managed to lie your way out of it and they actually believed you managed to keep the killer occupied. You were a sentinel with a self-healing ability so it wasn't too unrealistic...

C00lkidd

At first you thought he was gonna chase you but you took note of his unusually sluggish behaviour...

Despite your better judgement, you decided to get close and ask if he's okay.

He collapses into you almost immediately, crying about his head hurting and wanting his dad... Who wasn't chosen for this round but you figured there was a chance 007 could see what was happening, even if that might not be such a good thing...

You immediately go into some sort of parental mode, gently patting his head and assuring him everything would be fine. You even promised him that it'll go away. Probably just a fever anyways...

You somehow manage to stop him from crying and let him fall asleep in your arms... How adorable!

Although... Now you can't move because he was holding onto you so tightly... at least you could reposition yourself to sit down and have him sleep in your lap while you continued to pat his head.

And just like you thought, 007 saw it all and thanked you at the end of the round for caring about his kid. Maybe you'll be getting closer to him soon!

Bluudud

Just like with C00lkidd, you were convinced you were gonna die but noticed he sounded more sickly...

You calmly and quietly led him to one of the abandoned buildings and had him lay down on top of you to see what was up.

Surprisingly, he listened to you and grumbled about everything being too loud and hurting his head. Probably another fever like C00lkidd...

Regardless, you listen patiently and pat his head for comfort. He only groans in response and tells you he's not a baby but he doesn't pull away or attack either...

He actually ends up falling asleep on his own, mumbling something about not needing to be babied but the way he clung to you made you think otherwise.

When the round was done, you openly told the other survivors what happened but made sure they knew not to expect Bluudud to just be friendly for everyone.

At least you knew he saw you as a person of comfort now...

Pr3typriincess

You were pretty much cornered and thought you were gonna die but... You got her hugging you for comfort instead.

Like Bluudud, she complained... A lot...

But either way, you somehow convinced her to find a quiet spot to let her handle whatever pains her with you gently reassuring her that everything will be fine.

She falls asleep the fastest, although mumbling about you being much better at this than the other killers which... Yeah, you could see why...

You end up muttering praises to her to help her sleep easier and you could've sworn you heard her call you "Mama" at one point.

You could've just about exploded... But you luckily didn't.

When the round was over, you made sure the other survivors knew to go easy on her. Because after that whole fiasco... You might've felt a sense of protectiveness wash over you and now needed to speak with 007 and Guest to see if this was really some parental feeling or if you were just acting like this because you remembered she's a kid... Of course it's option 1.

Azure

He caught you while you were working on a generator and while pleading with him, you noticed he couldn't seem to get anything comprehensible out.

Surprisingly, he didn't kill you, just dragged you off to a quiet spot where he could just use you as a living pillow.

You were confused but the tentacles holding you in his grip and his unusually high temperature told you all you needed to know before you started massaging his scalp and quietly telling him to take it easy.

What wasn't surprising was how dramatic he acted about it...

He was full-on telling you he's dying and shit while you're just over here trying to comfort him with his hat long discarded to avoid its annoying screeching.

The way he asks you not to tell anyone was simply too adorable to refuse, making you question how this is the same killer that made you fear death just a minute ago.

Once the round ends, you refuse to talk about what you were doing at all and accepting the suspicions of the other survivors... Why tho-

John Doe

You knew immediately something was wrong when he wasn't using his spikes like normal.

You decided to call Jane over, being close enough to her to know they've been married.

She has you look for a quiet spot before leading John over there. Not like that was particularly hard.

Surprisingly, you both end up in a firm but not really painful hold, like he needed two pillows instead of just one.

He can't really get a thought out but Jane just guessed it was a simple fever and began instructing you to help her comfort him...

Was it weird that you enjoyed this? Nah, you'd probably be the only one thinking that...

But Jane was just happy for a moment like this and you didn't want to take that from her... She more than deserved it...

She's slightly disappointed when the round ends but thanks you for the help and you two proceed to talk about her past again by the docks.

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[soratsuart]

When writing about the normal route in Deltarune I like to ignore the meta aspect of the game and treat the Soul as its own character instead of just the player's self insert because it automatically makes its relationship with Kris way more complex and nuanced. Like. We all know Kris has it bad having their autonomy taken from them and whatever shady thing they got going on with Carol and the Knight, and of course they hate having to let the Soul possess them even if they need it, but many people have pointed out that the lack of autonomy is mutual and it becomes much more interesting the second the Soul becomes a person itself and not a player that objectively isn't so affected since, you know, we are real people in the real world- Imagine this: You are a being that just recently began to exist. A mysterious voice starts talking to you and offers you a life. They offer you an existence, they help you make a body of your own that you pour all your efforts into making perfect. You are excited to begin your life and explore the world... only to have it all taken from you at the last second. Suddenly you are in a body, yes, but it's not YOUR body, it's someone else's, with their own life and personality and they don't appreciate you being here as much as you. Now you have to pretend to be this other person, because what else are you supposed to do? But it's hard, because you don't have all the memories everyone else keeps referencing and you are painfully aware you keep acting out of character, the other conscious person inside the body makes sure you are aware.

Then you get thrown into a whole adventure and become the hero of a prophecy, with new people who don't really know the body you are inhabiting so you can be more yourself. You make friends, you both make friends and it's fun! But there is a constant reminder that no matter what, you both are screwd up. The original person loves these friends too, but they don't really know them all that well because it's always you at the wheel. You love your friends, but they don't know you because you have always only ever interacted with them behind as Kris.

You want to help. You want to be useful. You don't like hurting Kris, but you also can't help resenting them as much as they resent you because everything you have is really only theirs, and they hate you because everything they have is being taken by you. They have some hidden agenda going on and seem to be working with your enemies. You want to trust them but neither of you can or are willing to communicate. If you ever give up, the world ends. You are three days old.

[makeitmingi]

When Flowers Bloom In The Dark [Chapter 25]

Genre: Romance, Mafia!AU, Violence, Angst, Slow burn

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Florist!Reader, Mafioso!Hongjoong, Mafioso!Seonghwa, Mafioso!Yunho, Mafioso!Yeosang, Mafioso!San, Mafioso!Mingi, Mafioso!Wooyoung, Mafioso!Jongho

Summary: When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?

[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]

Word count: 3.2K

"Coward, coward, coward." You slammed the cushion against your forehead. As much as you deny it, you did feel bad for just wordlessly leaving the hospital. You didn't mean to run away but it was just a lot, the reality was sinking in.

Were you ready to experience those feelings on a daily? Seeing Hongjoong injured, possibly on the brink of death, or wondering if he'll come back alive.

"Maybe I should text him." You stared at the phone beside you. Hongjoong didn't call or text you after you disappeared.

*DING*

"Sorry, we're closed for lun-" You stepped out from the back room when you heard the bell ring. But you stopped in your tracks as you came face to face with Hongjoong.

"H-Hongjoong! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the hospital?" The first thing you did was panic.

"I wanted to see you, (y/n). And don't worry, I didn't escape. The doctor let me go home after two more days in the hospital." He said.

Oh, right. It had been a week since you ran away from the hospital. You didn't even go into work this week, texting Yunho that you needed to take leave that day.

"You didn't come to the house on your work day... Yunho told me you informed him you needed to take a day of leave..." Hongjoong brought up, to which you nodded in confirmation. Of course you couldn't text Hongjoong directly, it would have been too obvious that you were avoiding him.

"Yeah, I was just busy with preorders so I couldn't come in. But I assured Yunho that the garden is fine." You tried to wave him off.

"You shouldn't have been at the hospital that day." Hongjoong whispered. Although he didn't mean for it to hurt, it did make your chest tighten.

"Why?" You asked.

"Because now, more than ever, you're avoiding me." He stared at you. It wasn't a question, it was the truth.

"When the call came in, I thought you were gonna die. And that... that night would have been the last time I spoke to you." You said softly, looking down as you anxiously fiddled with your fingers.

"(y/n)..." Hongjoong came closer, gently holding your chin to lift your head up to look at him.

"I don't know why... I just felt so scared." You met his eyes, feeling tears start to line your eyes and blur your vision.

"I'm sorry." He tugged you into his arms, holding you tightly. That was all he could say as guilt filled him, was this really what he wanted for you? It was selfish of him to want you in his life, knowing that you're going through such turmoil.

"Tell me whatever you're thinking about. Don't keep it in." He said. You leaned your forehead against his pec, trying to collect your thoughts on what to say.

"I... I question if I'm ready for a lifetime of that... That fear." You mumbled. Hongjoong let out a small hum.

Hongjoong's own words to Wooyoung from months ago echoed in his head. You were normal, they weren't. They were desensitised to all the bloodshed, the violence, the killing. You were not.

"I can't lie and say that you won't feel that again. I can't lie to you and tell you it'll be okay." He said.

"Mmm." You nodded.

"But I promise I'll try my best to protect you and make sure you never get hurt." His arms that were wound around your waist hugged you even tighter.

"But I'm not scared for my safety, Hongjoong. And I don't know why." You looked up at him.

"What do you mean?" He tilted his head with a small frown. You let out a soft sigh.

"When you told me everything, a part of me knew that I should have been scared. I should have cut off contact with you and the others to avoid being associated with what you do. But I wasn't. I wasn't scared of getting hurt, I was scared of you getting hurt and potentially dying." You started rambling.

"And yet, my heart hurt at the thought of not talking to you or seeing you again. I know, I'm crazy for feeling like this. I just can't rationalise it and I don't know what to do-"

You were cut off when Hongjoong cupped your face with his hands and pressed his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss.

"Don't cry." As he pulled away, he wiped a stray tear that escaped your eye.

"You're not crazy. Because I feel the same, I hate the thought of you avoiding me or never seeing you again. I know I should leave you alone, that's the only way to keep you safe." He stroked your cheek.

"No, don't leave." You shook your head, putting your hand over his own. You've just come to terms with this, you didn't want him leaving.

"I'm not going anywhere. Call me selfish, I don't care." He shook his head, pulling you in to hug you.

"It'll take me a while to get used to it... I may never get used to it." You told him.

"It's okay." That was all he could say really. Of course, Hongjoong doesn't want you to get used to it and be desensitised to such violence and horror. But at the same time, not being used to it meant that you would go through this fear and shock again.

It felt so right to you, to be here, holding onto Hongjoong. You felt his warmth and security, he was right, he did make you feel protected and safe.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left the hospital that day." You felt the need to apologise again.

"Don't." He shook his head.

"I-I should open the shop. I have some pick ups later." You stuttered, willing yourself to pull away. You were a little flustered and embarrassed as whatever just happened registered in your head.

"I can help. Just tell me what to do." Hongjoong said, finding your flustered self adorable.

"You shouldn't keep coming here to play hooky." You chuckled, going to the front to turn the sign on the door to 'OPEN'.

"I'm not playing hooky. I can do my work wherever I am." Hongjoong argued. He even lifted his iPad to show you that he did have work with him. Honestly, he just didn't want to leave you yet.

"Would you prefer to work in the backroom? It may be quieter since customers are coming." You asked. Not that you wanted to get rid of him or hide him but you were truly embarrassed by the kiss earlier. And you needed to focus on your work, you knew that he would distract you if he remained there.

"Are you trying to get rid of me already?" He teased.

"No..." You coughed, looking away. Hongjoong laughed and sat down at your work station, taking a small corner to set his iPad up.

"I promise you won't even know I'm here." He saluted with a cheeky grin. You fought the urge to roll your eyes, how can you not know that he's right there?

"Alright then. Help yourself to the tea. It's a cold brew today." You sighed in defeat and continued on with your work.

"Good afternoon." You greeted the customers that came in.

Hongjoong lifted his head to watch you work. The way you smiled as you conversed with customers, sharing your passion for the flowers and plants that you work with, he could watch it forever.

"Here you go. Thank you." You carefully handed the bouquet to the customer and she cradled it in her arms.

"Thanks!" She bowed her head before exiting the shop. You smiled and waved to her.

"Let me wrap that up for you." You helped the customer by picking out the flowers from their bins, bringing the bunch of them to the work table where Hongjoong was. He shot you a small smile and you smiled back as you worked to arrange the flowers.

"Hi? I'm here to pick up an order?" A new voice came in after the jingling of the bell at the front door.

"I'll be right with you, sir!" You said, trying to work on your current bouquet as quickly as you could. You missed the irritated frown that the customer shot you.

"Let me handle it." Hongjoong stood up, squeezing your shoulder. You opened your mouth to protest but he was already at the counter.

"Can I have your order number?" Hongjoong asked.

"Here." The customer clicked his tongue and took his phone out to show Hongjoong the order confirmation and number. He nodded and went to the fridge to find the bouquet with the tag.

"Here you go." Hongjoong placed the bouquet down, the smile disappearing from his face.

"Cash or card?" He tilted his head, staring at the customer as if challenging him to continue with his bad attitude.

"C-Card, please." The customer squeaked nervously. Hongjoong received the card and keyed in the details. After returning the card back to the customer, he was quick to take the bouquet and leave the store. Thankfully, you hadn't seen the whole exchange between Hongjoong and the customer.

"Wow, he was in a rush... Thanks for doing that." You smiled at Hongjoong.

"No problem. Any time." He smiled and patted your head, stepping aside to let you settle the payment for the customer that you were with. He returned to his corner and sat down.

"(y/n)! (y/n)! (y/n)!" There was chaos as Nana and Eve ran into your shop, surprising you.

"What's going on? Why are you shouting?" You blinked in confusion.

"We saw that expensive car out front! That means that good looking guy is here, isn't he?" Eve squealed.

"Yeah, Mrs Kim's son, right? Where is he?" Nana nodded with a teasing grin. You nodded your head slowly, lifting a hand to point at Hongjoong, who the two have not seen yet.

"Hi." He smiled and gave a friendly wave.

"Oh! Hello." The two of them bowed and waved awkwardly. You threw your head back in laughter.

"You didn't say he was right there." Nana hissed.

"The shop is so small, where else could he be? And why are you two here in the middle of the day? Don't you two have businesses to run and customers to tend to?" You put your hands on your hips. The two just laughed, obviously finding this more important than work.

"Go, go. Shoo." You turned them around and pushed them towards the door. They sent you teasing waves with mischievous grins on their faces before returning to their own shops.

"Sorry, they can be so chaotic." You apologised to Hongjoong, pouring yourself a cup of tea.

"Mm-mm, nothing to apologise for. They were the ones with you at the tracks and they helped you with the event right?" He chuckled.

"Yes but at first, they didn't recognise you from the tracks. Only from when you bumped into them when they were coming to help me with the gala event." You explained.

"It's probably because we were separated in different sections at the tracks." Hongjoong said.

"Yeah, I was in the regular section and you were in the special, VIP section." You teased with a little giggle.

"Well, next time you'll be with me in the VIP section." He wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you against his side. You thought about how much would change in your new relationship.

"Maybe. I don't think the tracks is for me, I was only there because my friends brought me." You admitted, rubbing the back of your neck. Hongjoong nodded, understanding your reservations, he knew he shouldn't rush to introduce you to his world. He would go at whatever pace you wanted.

"Okay, back to work." You smiled at him and went to the counter. You did not want to risk customers walking in to see you and Hongjoong being affectionate.

"You don't have to stay with me the entire day, you know?" You chuckled from your spot at the counter.

"I know, I just want to. Besides, I do have to go to work tonight so I'll just go to the meeting from here." He explained with a shrug.

"(y/n), don't worry about me. I'm not bored." He shook his head with a smile, knowing exactly what you were worried about. You smiled shyly and moved to sort out your order slips.

"I've been having a lot more event orders since the gala." You informed.

"That's good. It's time people recognise your talents." Hongjoong nodded with a smile of approval.

"What talents? There are so many other professional floral artists out there that are so much better than me. I'm just a regular florist." You chuckled, shaking your head.

"No, you're great at designing and arranging too. Don't downplay yourself and your talents. Yes, you're not a floral artist but you're not just a regular florist either. And I'm not just saying that because I am biased." He added.

"You saying that makes you sound even more biased." You playfully rolled your eyes.

Your conversation was cut short by some customers walking in. You greeted them and helped them with their needs, some coming for pick ups and some having plant-care questions for you.

RINGGGGGG

"I'm gonna..." He pointed to the backroom and you nodded, waving at him to go answer the call.

"What?" Hongjoong hissed, annoyed that he was being interrupted. As he listened to his men speak to him on the phone, he paced around the back room.

"Okay, just keep him there. VIP room, everything. I'll come over right away." Hongjoong sighed and hung up.

"Hwa, where are you?" Hongjoong called his second in command.

"Over at the docks trying to clear the mess up from last week. Why? What happened? Where are you?"

"I'm at (y/n)'s shop... You and whoever else is free needs to go to my main club now. I'm leaving to head over myself. There's someone there waiting for us. And no obvious weapons." Hongjoong instructed before hanging up. After sending a text to his brothers, he stood there for a second, thinking of what to do.

"Hongjoong, is everything okay?" Just as he was about to leave, you came into the backroom. Seeing the concerned frown on his face, you matched it with a worried one.

"It's fine, (y/n). Just... something came up at work so I have to go in earlier than expected." He said.

"I hope everything's okay." You looked up at him.

"It is." He assured, reaching over to hug you, giving you a kiss on the top of your head. You followed him out as he grabbed his things, walking him to the door.

"I'l see you." He smiled. You nodded with a soft smile and waved, watching him head to his car and drive off.

When Hongjoong pulled up to his main club, he saw his brothers' cars lined up at the side where the VIP entrance was.

"Hyung." Wooyoung dropped his cigarette, crushing it beneath his foot. He didn't blame the younger for being nervous, even Hongjoong felt the itch for a cigarette to calm his nerves down.

"It may be nothing, let's not freak ourselves out." He said, sending Seonghwa a look. Before they could go in, Seonghwa grasped the captain's wrist to hold him back. They were not going in without getting more information of what was ahead of them.

"I know nothing else, Hwa. My men called me, told me he was here and that he asked to see me." Hongjoong informed.

"I want everyone calm, no matter what. No losing your temper, nothing. We don't draw weapons unless they draw weapons, you hear me?" He said to his brothers.

"Yes, captain." They all agreed. With a soft sigh, Hongjoong walked into his club.

"Weapons?" Unfamiliar bodyguards stopped them as they were about to head up to the VIP booth.

"This is my club, I'm the owner so you don't make the rules nor do you get to order me around." Hongjoong said stoicly, his expression a void of any emotion.

"Sir." The two cast each other looks and bowed, letting the group of them through. Hongjoong clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"There they are!" The moment they entered the big VIP area, a suited male stood up and approached them.

"Apologies for dropping by unannounced and even more so, before your place of business opens up. But I understand you're all busy men so this seemed like the only opportunity to have our first meeting and properly introduce myself." The male grinned at them. No one in Ateez said anything.

"I still have no idea who you are, coming into my place of business." Hongjoong spoke calmly. The male's expression faltered for a mere two seconds before recovering.

"Which is why I am here to officially introduce myself. I'm Park Sunghyun, I'm the rival candidate for the next police commissioner against the current commissioner's apprentice." He held his hand out.

"Kim Hongjoong." Was all the captain said as he shook the male's hand.

"My brothers." He nodded over to the other men that stood behind him. Sunghyun sent a small smile to the others.

"To what do we owe this visit, Mr Park?" Hongjoong asked, everyone taking their seats on one side. Sunghyun noticed how Seonghwa and Hongjoong sat in the middle of everyone.

"I hope to get AURORA Corporations' support in the election. As a big enterprise, you can sway the vote." Sunghyun smiled.

"You give us too much credit." Hongjoong chuckled.

"I plan to eradicate and crack down on illegal operations and cases of corruption. With your backing, I know I can make that happen. Please know, I only extend this courtesy, Mr Kim, because you and your brothers are either with me or against me." Sunghyun spoke.

"Is that a threat?" For the first time, Seonghwa spoke, tilting his head with a smirk.

"It's only a threat if you deem it as such." Sunghyun maintained his diplomatic smile, acting innocent. But everyone could see the sinister smile and meaning behind his words.

"Well, that's all I came to do. I hope we'll have more opportunities to get to know each other." Sunghyun stood up.

"Of course." Hongjoong gave a nod, not bothering to stand up.

"I hope you'll all consider my preposition. Have a nice evening, gentlemen." Sunghyun addressed all 8 Ateez bosses before buttoning up his blazer and taking his leave.

"Hyung-" Hongjoong cut Mingi off by holding up a hand to stop him. He stood up and looked around.

"Joong?" Seonghwa called out, trying to understand what was going through his best friend's head right now.

"No opening tonight unless this entire place is swept, do you understand? Sweep for bugs, cameras, drugs, weapons, anything. I don't care how many people you need or how long it takes. I want this place swept." Hongjoong said to the manager, who had entered after Sunghyun left.

"Yes, boss." The manager scurried out of there.

"I'll get my men here." Jongho nodded and took his phone out. With technology intelligence, they were the best to find any hidden bugs or technology in the area.

"We need to be careful and alert from now on. This is a warning that there are eyes on us." Hongjoong faced his brothers.

"Yes, captain." They all replied.

~

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[cloudcountry]

May I... request, whatever your brain cooks up for their ideal date? Anyone is fine!

(plsplsplsplspls do Ren & Ritsu, its like... super important and goes without saying why)

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND WHEN IM NOT BUSY I WILL BE SO BACK

♡ MICHI

SUMMARY: ren + ritsu ideal first date headcanons!!

COMMENTS: MICHIIII THIS IS SO CUTE !!!! both of us are writing ren nd ritsu stuff for each other we are so silly...I LOVE U TOO RAHHHH I MISS U

Ren’s ideal date involves his mini projector, his projector screen, you, and your room. It cannot be in his own room ever, since the threat of Haru looms high over your heads. Ren needs to get as far away from him as humanly possible if he’s going to be on a date with you!

His head in your lap, one of his hands resting on your thigh, you stroke his hair while you watch his favorite horror movie. Whether you jump at the scares in Naws or not, he’ll be by your side, making snarky comments about the movie (he means them all with love.)

More likely than not, though, Ren will end up sitting side by side with you. He’s much too nervous to initiate anything...so the ideal scenario is that you do! He’ll be a big grump about it at first, pretending that he’s reluctant to cuddle, but once he settles down he melts.

It feels natural to have his arm around you like this. Your hands touch when you reach for popcorn, or chips, or whatever other snack you have, and he actually doesn’t flinch. With the movies he loves in front of them and you so willing to be by his side, he finds that he’s bolder.

It’s easy to be with you. Ren relaxes so much that by the time the first digit on your digital clock is three, he is fast asleep on you. Don’t make fun of him for it come morning! So what if his head is resting on your thighs or chest, it’s not his fault you’re so damn comfy!

...HE DIDN’T MEAN ANYTHING BY IT!!

Ritsu Shinjo, Sinostra’s Representative and Future Attorney, wants nothing more than to take you on an elegant date night to the opera. He shows up at your dorm at precisely seven o’clock in the evening, scooping up your hand and planting a kiss on your knuckles in greeting.

Ever the gentleman, he plans for and pays for everything. Even if you insist on covering your own costs, Ritsu is determined to follow the courtship rules to a T. There will be no mistakes, especially not when he has you on his arm, wearing Sinostra’s colors and a fancy brooch with a gem the color of his eyes.

Once you two have found your seats (the best in the house, mind you. Don’t ask how he acquired them.) Ritsu gives you a short rundown of the show. He doesn’t give you any spoilers! But in the privacy of your little booth, he can act as though the two of you are alone, talking animatedly about the storyline and characters.

Once the curtains rise and the show begins, Ritsu has half a mind to watch the performance and half a mind to watch you. He catches glimpses out of the corner of his eye at your expression, how it shifts from smiles to sadness. When you begin to cry, he offers you one of his spare handkerchiefs.

You say the performance was beautiful as he walks you home. Ritsu agrees, citing when the opera was written and its creator, noting other operas by the same person. There’s a bitter feeling in his gut when he drops you off at your dorm, parting with you for the night.

But once he gets confirmation that you’d love a second date, he brightens up again.