#otp: does your stomach hurt?

[bettysupremacy]

I’m in love with your version of peter already!!!

I would love if you could write maybe r hurting her knees and him kneeling to patch her up. maybe r not having the best experience with people touching her but trusting him:))

I hope you are having a good day/week/month!! and absolutely no pressure to write this

I was literally otp with @formulafics when I found this in my inbox and so excited. So cute!! Thank you for the request!

“It hurts.” You whimper pathetically. Peter watches the way you flinch at his fingers sorrowful.

You sit on the bathroom counter of his small apartment, scraped and bruised from a fall outside the spinning doors. You hadn’t seen the skateboard swish past you, and the owner hadn’t turned his head to check if you were okay. His doorman helped you up, embarrassingly, but Peter seemed to have been down the stairs before you could step off the lobby rug. He leans over you know, hands on the counter, head down inspecting the bloody skin.

“Can I touch it?” He murmurs, looking up at you. You stare at him. “I just want to help.”

Your eyes are puffy, a sight from crying, and your nose aches from the way you rub it. You’re sure it’s not the prettiest sight he’s ever seen, and a small rumble of embarrassment vibrates in your belly. You nod anyways.

“Are you sure?” He pushes. You know he wants verbal consent.

“Uh uh.” You frown, tapping your fingers against your knee. “You can.”

“Ok.”

He bends down onto his knees, eye level with the aching scrapes you adorn. Peter sucks his teeth sharply. “This look like it hurts.”

“It does.” You whisper, and Peter feels stupid for the basic observation.

“Can I clean it?” He looks up at you. “It might sting a little.” He’s honest with you. “But it’ll make them feel better.”

You nod, suddenly embarrassed for the show of emotions, feeling little under his stare like a hurt child.

“I’m not trying to embarrass you.” He frowns, like he can read your mind. Suddenly, he laughs like he knows he’s startled you, groaning as he pushes to stand again.

Peter’s got problems with his knees, they ache and creek like an old man’s, but you don’t know what’s could’ve caused that so early in the boys life. They pop as he fully straightens them and he smiles at you, laughing a quiet “Felt good.”

You swallow a smile at his goofy expression.

“Yeah, you can clean them.” You reiterate out loud.

“Perfect.” He beams at you, dancing out the bathroom to earn your smile. He yells from the other room. “Doctor Parker’s over here!”

You wipe your nose quickly before he shows back up. “You didn’t go to med school!”

You hear his disgruntled scoff from the hallway.

Popping back in the bathroom he delights in your laugh. He pulls his hand from his back like a magician, letting tissue float down over his fingers. “A tissue for the lady.”

“Thank you.” Your small laugh is watery as you take the tissue, dabbing your wet cheeks.

“Don’t mention it.” He quips, dropping back down onto his knees to inspect your knees.

“You can’t keep putting so much pressure on your knees like that.” You murmur.

“I always bounce back.” He smiles. “Let’s see” He glances up at you. “Can I?”

You nod, letting him take the back of your knee into his warm hand. The antiseptic burns, something Peter is very apologetic for, and the bandaid tingles, but you’re happy with the light touches Peter graces your leg.

“All done.” He jumps up, using the hands you give him as leverage. “All better?”

“All better.”

“Are you sure?” He drawls with a smile shining towards you. His fingers wiggle towards your stomach teasingly. “Don't lie to me, baby.”

“I’m not.” You giggle, shoving your fingers in his.

“Okay.” He grins. “You better not be fibbing.”

You laugh out loudly. “I’m not.”

“I’m not.” He mimics, pushing away the hands that his him to kiss your lips. His hands work their way down to hold your waist, bracing you to jump off the counter. “Ready for blastoff?”

Your hands cup over his. “Shut up.”

[bradshawsbaby]

heya lovely, happy new year! I'd like to please request #17 slippery off the prompt list with Mr and Mrs B! I'm in the mood for filth lolll but I'd honestly read whatever you want to write ❣️💞

Happy New Year, darling! I admittedly did not go in the filthy direction, but there’s a little innuendo in there if you squint 😂

Bradley had warned you to be careful. Multiple times.

It had been snowing on and off since you’d arrived in Virginia to housesit for his aunt while she was on a cruise with friends—an opportunity for a little romantic getaway, the two of you had decided—and the ground outside kept freezing as the temperatures plummeted each night. Bradley had been salting the front walkway like a madman every few hours, but he kept reminding you to be cautious any time you had to leave the house.

“It’s slippery out there, honey. Watch your step.”

And you had been watching your step. Well, mostly. Except for this morning apparently. You blamed it on your sleep-addled brain. It had been early and you were planning on taking a quick trip to the deli to pick up coffee and bagels. Instead, you had ended up on your butt right next to the car, having slipped on a patch of black ice.

Alerted by your surprised yelp of pain, Bradley had come flying out the front door like a bat out of hell, clad in nothing more than his pajama pants and the pair of boots he’d haphazardly pulled on.

After carrying you back inside and spending the better part of an hour fretting over you, terrified you’d fractured a bone or hit your head despite your numerous protestations, your husband’s worry eventually gave way to amusement. Once he was satisfied that you were truly unharmed, at least for the most part, he couldn’t help but tease you a little bit.

“I told you it was slippery out there, honey,” he murmured, a smile tugging at his lips as he carried you to the bedroom and laid you down on your stomach so that he could gently massage your behind, which was currently throbbing and probably already had a nice bruise developing. “Were you trying to go ice skating without me?”

“Ha, ha, ha,” you muttered sarcastically, wincing a little bit as Bradley’s hand moved across a particularly tender spot.

Bradley caught your expression and stopped teasing. “I’m sorry, baby. Does it hurt bad? Let me go get some ice,” he told you, starting to rise.

“Ugh, no, no more ice!” you argued, shaking your head and burying your face in your pillow in embarrassment.

“What can I do to make it better?” he asked softly, brushing your hair away from your face and pressing a kiss to your temple.

You lifted your head and thought a moment, then grinned mischievously. “Can you kiss it and make it better?”

Bradley smirked in return, his hand slipping under the waistband of your yoga pants. “Whatever helps, honey.”

January OTP Prompts

[coolbeansawrestlingblog]

There's Enough Love Here

A/N: A day early so i can focus on my paper a bit more. Updated/edited version from the old blog which was requested.

No warnings.

Request was based a prompt that was Imagine your otp adopting many kittens.

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One thing that I don't understand that makes me despise other people, is how someone can abuse and hurt animals. It breaks my heart that there are cold-hearted people so full of hate that they'll hurt innocent animals. It makes me sick.

My boyfriend, Alex and I are constantly adopting new pets from shelters to give them a better home. We have a Greyhound, 2 cats, a Dalmatian and a Poodle. Alex feels the exact same way I do. It upsets him greatly how people can mistreat their pets. He just wants to make the world a better place for everyone, it's one of the many thing I love about him

Alex was driving and I was just looking out the window as we were driving around. I saw a tiny box which had way too much movement.

"Alex, stop the car!" I said as soon as I noticed it.

"What?" He must have thought I was going insane and obviously didn't it.

"I said stop the car." I repeated, getting more worried about was suffering in that box.

"Y/N, I can't just stop the car in the middle of the street." Unlike me, he was aware that he could cause an accident if he were to suddenly stop in the middle of a street, but I couldn't help but feel whatever is in that box needs saving.

"Can you find somewhere to pull over? Please." All I wanted to do was save the poor thing in that box from suffering. Alex could hear the worry in my voice. He has always been really good at reading people, and I was no exception.

"Have you seen something?" He asked as he was looking for somewhere to pull over.

"There's a box back there with a lot of movement, some poor animal must be stuck in there. I can't just leave it there, we have to do something." He simply nodded in agreement as he found a space where he could pull over.

As soon as he pulled over, I ran out of the car towards the box with Alex not to far behind me. I knelt down to open the box as he came over. When I opened the box and my heart sank to my stomach when I saw what was inside.

Inside the box was 4 small kittens, squashed together, almost suffocating and clearly malnourished. They must have only been a few months old at most and clearly weren't related as they looked different from each other. I couldn't help but cry as I saw them in so much pain.

"How can some bastard be so cruel? What have those poor kittens done to deserve this?" I sobbed out. I couldn't believe that some dick could do this to 4 innocent kittens.

"I know sweetheart." I could tell that this heart was breaking too.

"What are we going to do? We can't just leave them here to suffer and die." I couldn't bare the thought of leaving them there to chance. We have to something. I saw Alex's face light up, the way it does when he gets an idea.

"Stay here, I'll be back in a second." He runs back to the car and leaves me to watch the poor cats. I didn't know how to help them but i felt the need to give them a better life.

About a couple of minutes later Alex returns with one of the spare dog beds we kept in the car, " Put them in here, we'll take them home and nurse them back to health, we'll figure something from there. We'll save them Y/N." I helped him put the small kittens into the bed and getting to the car, securing them safely so they can travel in the car as best as possible until we get home. I was so relieved and happy that we're saving them, givimg them the life they deserved and need.

For the next few weeks that followed Alex and I did our best to nurse them back to health. We gave them the shots and medication they needed, gave them the right food they needed so they wouldn't get sick but most importantly we gave them a home and gave them loads of love. Don't get me wrong, dealing with 9 pets is chaotic but we are giving them all a new life and making them happy, so it's all worth it.

However, we can't keep them. We simply can't justify adding 4 more members to our furry family, it'll be too much. Plus as much as we'd like to take care of animals all day we have job which require us to travel. So we made it our mission to find them a loving home.

The first 2 kittens found a home quickly as Chris was more than willing to take them since he loves cats. He said he would have taken all 4 but he didn't have enough space for them all. We had no problem giving them to him as we knew they would go to a loving home.

The third one we gave to my sister. She has been desperate for a cat for so long but the flat she lived in didn't allow pets. However, she recently moved to a new home that did allow pets so it was a no brainer to give her one of the kittens as she would love it to death and treat them like a child.

However, we were struggling to find a home for the fourth and final one. We couldn't find anyone who wanted her or were able to take care of her. Then it struck me.

"Alex..." I held out his name.

"Yeah, what's up sweetheart?" He looked over at me when he heard his name. I sat down next to him on our couch.

"So, I've been doing some thinking..."

"Uh oh, that's never a good thing." I slapped him in the back of his head. "Ow, I was only kidding." He was rubbing his head, I must have gotten him good this time. "Back on topic, what have you been thinking about?"

"You know how we've been struggling to find a home for our last little kitten?" He nodded his head, waiting for me to continue. "Well, why don't we just keep her? She needs a home and we love and care for her and she is clearly happy here, not to mention it'll be an even playing field here with 3 cats and 3 dogs." I pleaded my case to him. " Please, please, please Alex. Can we keep her please?" I know I sounded like a child but I really wanted to keep her and give her a home.

"Of course Y/N." He had a massive smile on his face.

"Oh my God, do you mean it?"

"Don't be silly Y/N, why would I say no to giving her a home." He looked at me like I had grown 2 heads.

"I suppose not," I kissed his cheek. "You have a big heart full of love, that's why I love you."

"I love you too." He kissed me on the lips. I have never met anyone who is as loving and caring as Alex. His desire to help anyone and everyone inspires me to be a better person.

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

For the OTP ask, could I get 3, 4, 5, 8, 19, 22, 28, 38, 41, and 50 for Jake and Ronnie in your werewolf au?

oh M you are so sweet I can't <3 <3 thank you so much for sending these in!! prepare for me to simply ramble about my fav couple in the universe...

3. Who hogs the cover/Who loves to cuddle?

Somehow both of these are Jake lol he hogs the blankets entirely on accident (which is why Ronnie always keeps a throw stashed in her nightstand) and the man would cuddle with her literally all day every day if life would allow

4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses?

Ronnie does! She always wakes up before him (never by a wide margin) and he's just so pretty and cuddly she can't help it

5. Who usually has nightmares?

Jake. The boy has been through it. When he does have nightmares they're usually about the night he killed Bellmoral, because no matter how terrible he was that still weighs heavy on Jake's conscience. On very rare nights he'll dream about the night he was turned. He'll wake up heart racing, claws and fangs out, and Ronnie has to talk him down - hold him the rest of the night. He worries one day that he'll hurt her. But she never has any doubt that she's safe with him.

8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas?

Jake 1000000% just sleeps in his briefs. If he could walk around all the time in just his underwear he would. Ronnie wears pajamas though. Mostly old t-shirts (or Jake's old shirts if we're being honest) and comfy cotton shorts.

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names?

I mean, Jake just kinda has the one name that he calls her (little one) though he does call her just like babe or sweets sometimes. But Ronnie has a myriad of names that she calls Jake because she loves making this Alpha blush (My Alpha (his fav), baby, babe, darling, honey, my boy, sugar, etc.)

22. Who goes all out for Valentine's Day?

JAKE. jake jake jake. it's part of that mate instinct to provide and he will take literally any excuse to pamper the shit out of Ronnie. He takes her to dinner, sunset walks, does the whole candlelit bath thing, buys her chocolates and flowers and pieces of jewelry that he made himself. Ronnie always buys him the same thing every year though. A new set of lingerie for him to rip off with his teeth.

28. Who is the book worm?

Ronnie my absolute werewolf nerd. She loves reading anything history (especially werewolf history). When she is actually living with Jake he shows her all the journals and diaries and tomes that the Bellmorals have kept in the pack house over the years and she is literally frothing at the mouth. She is a huge fucking dork and Jake loves it. He lays his head on her stomach while she reads out loud to him (though she constantly interrupts herself to talk about related facts and just how cool it is).

38. Who likes to star gaze?

Also Ronnie! On nights with the full moon when she is alone at the cabin, she'll just sit outside with some hot chocolate and watch the moon and stars for hours. It's calming in a way. To think that her ancestors looked at those same stars with the same amount of wonder.

41. Who cries during sad movies?

Ronnie again. It does not take a whole lot in a movie to make her cry. Sometimes even a good orchestral score will make her teary-eyed. They'll be sitting there watching a movie and Jake will hear the sniffles start and be like "You okay?" She just tells him to shut up and he laughs. Jake cries too though, don't get me wrong. It just takes a lot more (character death, etc, major stuff) to get the tears flowing. But even then it's usually just like one or two then he's tapped out. Ronnie full-on weeps.

50. Who is the hopeless romantic?

Both of them? Ever since she was a little kid Ronnie has dreamed about finding her mate. She has read countless first-hand tales about her ancestors finding their mates and true love. Eventually, that dream died out (especially after she realized she was fully human and having a mate was a 1/1000 chance) but she still believed in soulmates, just maybe not the kind destined by a goddess in the sky. And Jake? Well, Jake just loves love and when he was told about mates and how soul mates are basically real, he was kinda ecstatic about it. Though he kept his cool cause the chances of him meeting his mate were pretty slim, especially since he was in Red Sky and shit was going downhill fast.

Thanks again M!! These were so fun to think about and write about lol I hope people like learning a little more about my fav mated pair

[koolkat9]

Hello, can I ask you about 5,8 and 10 from the ask game regarding GerEng? I wanted to know another's take on them

You've come to the right place to get GerEng takes. Literally my otp and the pairing I make the most content for.

a short get-to-know-you-better hetalia ask game!

5. share one of your favourite headcanons!

God...That's so hard to choose for GerEng.

8. What's your favourite au?

Specifically for GerEng...It's between the Wondertalia/Alice AU based off that one merch line where Arthur was the Queen of Hearts and Ludwig was the Knave of Hearts. I have a whole plot summary for it here.

Or a Snow White AU that a creator I follow came up with a few years ago that mashed together a few different versions the fairy tale and then their own spin. Though I can't remember the details currently.

10. share your favourite or some of your favourite fanfics!

Gosh...I have a long list that I posted here

But I'll share my absolute favourites in this post.

Any work by TeethHoarder you should definitely check out. Teeth's depiction of Arthur and Ludwig shaped how I depicted but I have two favourites of theirs that I'll share here.

First off, my favourite fanfiction ever Are Friends Electric. It's got such a lovely build up of the romance, then it gets torn down, but the end begins to rebuild it. Got some great platonic Fr//uk and Ger//Ita. GerEng being dads to Peter when he comes to visit. It does get into some dark topics of addiction and attempted suicide later on. But I'd say its handled well. So if you can stomach that, I highly suggest reading it. This kiss prompt is so cute and some good quality hurt/comfort. I always go back to it when I feel down or stressed.

Okay, moving on from my fangirling over Teeth, here is a few more recommendations.

How a forgotten USB stick made Francis’ day by Imagi_nation (based on a prompt I asked for actually)

Arthur likes tall blondes. by Imagi_nation

You Look Cute When You’re Tired by maelerie

Two men on a couch by Kojiro-of-Spades

Warmth by Arinia

Night Like This by ZaliaChimera (warning it seems like it's been discontinued but so well written and such an interesting concept, so if you're cool with that, I suggest reading it)

Unfortunately some of my other favs were on a blog that got deleted so I no longer have the links to them. But I hope this will do.

[tiny-space-robot]

002 fandom meme for Crygorcest

omg yaaaaay!! ;w;

BE READY FOR LOTS OF GUSHING ASDFGHJKL

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when of if I started shipping it:

when I played my very first ware game (back when get it together came out! I played it nonstop and then when crygor called penny I was like (OuO) then I decided to go on a quest to find all the other ware games in the series and with every new game I played, I just shipped it more and more those two are CANON I TELL YOU!!)

my thoughts:

they are absolutely made for each other- the fact that Penny "admires" him, the fact that she has a damn framed photo of him posing with a rose, the fact that Crygor wore her clothes at one point, the way they´re always on the phone with each other on the get it together crew screen- I just?? I could go on!!

they are adorable together and I love themmmm ;;w;;

What makes me happy about them:

their overall vibes?? like- the way they´re both just so immensely nuts and loving?? like, Crygor is so supportive of her and has such "look at my granddaughter!! isnt she incredible??" vibes! meanwhile Penny is, once again, IN ADMIRATION OF HIM and in ´move it´ the way she says "youre amazing" literally sounds so lovey dovey LIKE??? I can´t even man- they are so adorable and perfect for each other it HURTS!!

also, I see this ship as so: Crygor is constantly overthinking everything he does and also everything SHE does, trying to convince himself that "no, I´m not in love with her haha" but you cant trick your heart my man! and Penny is the same- but in a different way, like, instead of stressing out over it, she remains positive and although dealing with her intense feelings is hard, she manages it much better than crygor- like for example, she would just go up to him and give him a big hug, give him kisses on the cheek and tell him that he loves him, hiding behind the fact that Crygor just sees it as platonic- that way she doesn´t have to confess, but still feels some kind of physical, lovely closeness with him- meanwhile crygor is internally panicking over a little kiss on the cheek asdfghjkl

so yea, that´s ONE thing,

another, would be what would happen once they overcome that hurdle and actually confess!

which would entail SOOO much touching- because they´re both touch starved af and after they´ve repressed their true feelings for SO LONG, it just kinda explodes into a lot of snuggles and emotional needy-ness which is just HHHHHHHHH delicious~ UwU

also- the LONGING!!! THE YEARNING!!! AAAAAAAAH!!!

(I´m sorry if I´m being incoherent or anything my brain kinda just goes mushy mush mode when I think about this ship because ASDFRHJNJFGHJ OTP ;;w;;)

What makes me sad about them:

the thought of them being in an emotional checkmate, where they´re both in love with each other but neither of them dares to confess because of their big age gap and the fact they´re relatives!

like- they both undoubtedly have a very strong and close familial bond! and neither of them wants to risk destroying all that!

but at the same time they both feel the same way for each other so they wouldn´t destroy anything but THEY dont know that asdfghjkl

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

idk? that there aren´t any?? asdfghjkl

although I guess in terms of just fan content in general, I guess I have the same pet peeve I have with everything? being that when characters are portrayed way too out of character

but thats p much it? idk, there arent any fanfics of them and only a handful of fanarts (at least from what I´ve seen) ^^;

things I look for in fanfic:

for it to not be depicted unhealthily I guess? (idk, I´m personally not big on ships being depicted as unhealthy/abusive thats just me tho)

My kinks:

with this ship? idk- I don´t really have ship specific kinks- although the fact that Crygor has a "weak stomach" rly serves my emeto kink asdfghjkl

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 

uuuuh I mean- I guess Crygor used to have a wife? but given that he´s a cyborg (whos alledgedly over a hundred years old) I´m guessing she´s not around anymore? ^^;

as for Penny, I really can´t see her with anyone else

My happily ever after for them:

they both confess and live happily as the happy lil unhinged scientists that they are UwU

holding hands and causing explosions <3

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

most of the time, Crygor is the big spoon and Penny the little spoon, but switching it up is always goode UwO

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

all kinds of science-y inventor stuff! (also dancing and singing together UwU)

[queer-devil]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Take a screenshot of the ship you looked up and tag your OTPs

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#4

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#3

I couldn’t find the original post but here’s the photo that inspired this

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#2

Danganronpa Headcanons

General Headcanons:

Maki has several bird feeders, squirrel feeders, and just other foods left outside for animals. She refills these everyday

Himiko has dwarfism

Miu uses slurs because she doesn’t know the meaning behind them, she assumes it’s just another name for a group of people (she got corrected by Kaede and is now working on it)

When Kiyo thinks that someone “would be a good friend for sister”, he really means that he likes them and he thinks they would get along if he didn’t feel like he was cheating on his sister

Angie wishes her name was Angelica

Ryoma has the “Hang In There” poster

Kiyo wears anything as long as he’s covered, gender roles don’t phase him, only gendered terms

Kokichi knows morse code

Kaito and Shuichi have a “secret” handshake (it’s pretty simple and Kaito wants to use it everywhere), Maki refuses to join in on it

Hiro got the scar on his back from playing with raccoons when he was younger, he got along with most of them but sometimes they would attack him and he would cry because "His friends hurt him" (he is the reason his mom smokes /j)

Hiro's mom is from Japan and his dad is African American

Tenko and Kiyo drive each other to therapy

Kiyo, Mikan, Toko, Mukuro, and Nagito all went to an inpatient together and had group therapy, they’re like a weird little family now

In this therapy family, Kiyo and Mukuro act most like siblings towards each other, Nagito is a very protective big brother, Mikan constantly fawns over the rest of them, and Toko likes to pretend they don’t exist because “they embarrass her”

Kiyo and Angie are best friends, it used to be just because Kiyo was fascinated by Angie but they ended up getting along very well

Chihiro knows tons of memes and is very into meme culture

Mondo used to go to plays and musicals with Daiya (they snuck in) and he is a very good actor because of post performance meetings

Mahiru loves taking photos of her friends and has a three whole flash drives full of photos

Izuru loves blankets and soft things

Kaito is scared of the dark and he has a bunch of glow in the dark stars and moons on his ceiling, he also has a bunch of stuffies (a lot of which have astronauts suits or other space related things)

Ibuki has several younger siblings

Kokichi is an orphan and was at the same orphanage as Maki, they just never interacted much

Kokichi and Miu are friends, they just don’t seem like it to most people

No one from V3 kills bugs, they get Gonta to gently remove them from the premise (and sometimes he keeps them in his room)

Hiro has the self-assigned role of dad in their his friend group, he does cringey things like leaves messages in their lunch and talks as if he was like 20 years older than he is

Mikan’s stutter is from nervousness, but Toko’s is a real stutter

Fuyu is lactose intolerant which is why he hates milk, Peko never has anything with lactose in it because their home never had any

This is actually why Peko got sick in chapter 1, she didn’t realize the food she ate had cheese in it and she wasn't used to it so it made her stomach upset

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My #1 post of 2022

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[sweetrevengeance]

Don’t Close Your Eyes

pairing: Philip Shea/Lukas Waldenbeck (Eyewitness)

word count: 3228 

trigger warnings: !! suicide attempt !! 

A/N: yo!! this is a birthday gift for my bestest bro Gabe!!! h8 to make u sad on ur birthday bud but ur the one who requested self harm Philip for ur birthday so ur wish is my command I guess!! 

Read it on ao3 here.

It took Lukas a little while to warm up to being out. It had taken him multiple grueling months beforehand to even begin to come to terms with himself, and making that public took a toll on him at first. He never regretted it, because he loved Philip, but a part of him wished it had just been easier. Once the initial shock died down - when people stopped pausing him in the hallways to say ridiculous things like so which one of you is the girl? or it’s such a shame. you were so cute when you were straight. - Lukas couldn’t have been more of a romantic. When people stopped talking so much and he stopped caring so much about what those people thought, the world became a lot easier to navigate for Lukas, because his mind was set on only one thing almost all the time: loving Philip. If someone had told him that first night in the cabin that one day he, Lukas actual Waldenbeck, would be kissing Philip Shea by his locker every morning, strutting around all proud and giddy with his fingers sewn between Philip’s in between every class, loving this boy in plain sight and everyone knew, he probably would have punched them for saying something so insane. And maybe that’s what it took him so long to get over; the notion that loving Philip made something wrong with him. But, with a little bit of soul searching and a couple of near death experiences, Lukas embraced who he was and who he loved, and he decided everyone else should embrace it, too. To make up for all the time he spent unfairly forcing Philip into the dark, Lukas made sure everyone in the whole wide world that was Tivoli, New York knew that he loved Philip and wasn’t afraid to admit it anymore.

It was one of those mornings, when Lukas was feeling so extraordinarily in love and wanted to show it off. It was hardly 9 AM when Lukas pulled himself out of bed on a Saturday morning to bike down to the local florist and pick up a fresh bouquet of purple and blue flowers. Philip hated roses, but he liked flowers in general. Mostly, he liked sticking them in Lukas’ hair and taking cheesy polaroids, but Lukas was always up for that, since it always made Philip smile.

He thanked the young woman behind the counter when she handed him the small but beautiful bundle of flowers. He checked his phone for the time (9:32 AM), but found his screen displaying a message also. It was a text from Philip, reading simply: I love you, Lukas. He abandoned any idea of trying to surprise Philip with breakfast in bed or anything, but he had sort of figured that would be the case unless he woke up really early. Philip didn’t sleep very much anymore; he was always awake before Lukas. Typing out a quick response about loving him too, Lukas wondered if Philip had similar romantic plans for the morning, considering the random outburst of affectional declaration. He silently hoped a small bouquet of flowers would be enough as he climbed back onto his bike and shoved the helmet over his head.

With the flowers in his lap tucked half under his shirt, the sound of Lukas’ motorbike was almost the only thing breaking the small town air. It only took him a few minutes to drive through town and end up in the familiar driveway to Helen and Gabe’s house. He could probably drive there in his sleep, seeing the amount of time he’d come to spend in Philip’s bedroom or at their dinner table. He brought his bike to a stop on the lawn, noting the absence of cars around him and concluding that both Helen and Gabe weren’t home - Helen almost certainly at the sheriff station, Gabe probably out grocery shopping or enjoying the early June sunshine out on the water. He smiled. He loved Helen and Gabe like family, but sometimes being alone with Philip was greatly preferred. Lukas peeled off his helmet and gloves and swung a leg over his bike, dismounting. He tussed up his hair a little bit to get the shape of the helmet out of it and regripped the flowers in his hand. He was only a little bit concerned that Philip hadn’t walked out the door yet. Usually, the sound of his bike lured Philip to greet him with a kiss on the front porch, but the old screen door stayed perfectly in place, even as Lukas climbed the few porch steps.

He knocked thrice, loudly enough to be heard, but there was still no sign of Philip. Lukas knew he was awake because of the text, and he waited almost a full minute at the door, but it seemed it wasn’t going to get opened from the inside. His mind wandered as to why Philip wouldn’t answer the door. Was he right about Philip also pulling a romantic gesture this morning? Was it some sort of surprise? Was he even home? Maybe Philip had walked to Lukas’ house when Lukas was riding to his? Whatever the case, Lukas waited a few more seconds before finally bending down to grab the spare key from beneath the potted plant next to his feet. He unlocked the door and let himself in, not for the first time.

Upon initial entry, the house was eerily quiet. He was certainly right that Helen and Gabe weren’t home, but it didn’t sound like anyone was. The air felt too cold, the atmosphere was too hard to swallow correctly. It just seemed strange. Kicking off his riding boots, Lukas stepped into the kitchen, where a flash of eggshell white got caught in his peripheral. There was an envelope sitting hastily on the kitchen table with his name scrawled on the front.

The seemingly empty house and the single letter could have confirmed Lukas’ romantic suspicions if the handwriting on the envelope wasn’t so off. Philip didn’t have extraordinary penmanship to begin with, but the letters looked shaky and rushed like the pen was fighting with the fingers holding it. The breaks and waves in the blue inked Lu Lukas seemed so telltale of uncertainty - hell, he had to try to write the name twice, and even then it looked wobbly and uneasy. The envelope filled Lukas with worry.

He set down the flowers on the table, his fingers brushing over the paper in front of him nervously. He picked it up and read his name again before turning it over in his hands and opening up the flap on the back. It hadn’t even been sealed. A somewhat crumpled piece of notebook paper covered in the same blue pen ink was folded inside. It was blotchy and smudged in multiple places. Lukas only needed to read the first line to understand the situation. He dropped the letter and ran.

Luckily Lukas’ feet were functioning better than his mind. His head was so filled with anxiety and adrenaline and genuine dread that he could barely conjure a coherent thought, but his legs carried him up the stairs and around a corner to Philip’s bedroom. He swung the door open, his eyes darting across every inch of the quiet room, searching for something he didn’t want to find. But the room was empty, Philip was nowhere in sight.

“Shit.” Lukas breathed, his voice no more than a panicked whisper.

His head was still swimming in fear, his heart still pumping unrelentlessly. He turned and ran back down the stairs, turning a few more corners until he reached the bathroom. He was thankful he knew the house’s interior like the back of his bike. He darted out a hand and wriggled the doorknob to the bathroom. The door shook, but didn’t open. It was locked.

“Shit!” He proclaimed, louder this time. “Philip!”

The locked door undeniably revealed that Philip was inside, but no answer was given. Lukas called his name again, louder, more desperate, banging his fist on the door.

It was no use. He hoped against all hope that Philip was just ignoring him or knocked out. He hoped he wasn’t too late. He needed to get into the bathroom. With his heart hammering below his skin, Lukas made a decision. The house was old. The door was wooden. He needed to get to Philip.

Taking a step back and as deep a breath as he could muster in his panicked state, Lukas drew back his leg and pushed all of his force into the swing of a kick. His heel smashed against the bathroom door, just under the doorknob. It hurt like hell and he probably should have left his boots on, but the shot of pain prickling through his foot was the last thing on his mind. He reeled back and kicked again, hearing a crack this time. It only took him one more kick and the door flew open, its hinges whining. He scrambled to recover his balance. Head rushing and out of breath, Lukas finally stepped into the bathroom.

His stomach dropped.

His breath caught in his throat, and despite his pulse thundering through his veins, he swore his heart stopped.

Philip was lying in the bathtub, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling alarmingly slowly. His arms and torso were covered in blood. His left arm was hanging off the edge of the tub, a razor blade lying on the floor perpendicular to it. Thick, dark droplets of red trailed across his palm and dripped slowly onto the floor, lingering on his fingertips for as long as possible until gravity pulled them from his skin. A small puddle was already formed on the tile. His other arm was resting weakly on his stomach, where the blood had pooled so much his hand was more red than pale. Deep, cavernous gashes shone on each of his wrists, blood still draining out of them, as it ostensibly had been for a while. Lukas yelled.

“Philip! Holy shit, no. No, no, no. Fuck!” He rushed to the tub, his head screaming at him not to panic and do something but his body refusing to come up with anything useful and panicking nonetheless. He dropped to his knees next to the tub, the small puddle from Philip’s left arm soaking into his jeans. The warmth of the blood snapped him into survival mode.

He yanked a towel from the rack behind him, taking Philip’s arm from the edge of the tub and tying the cloth tightly around his wrist. Philip winced a little, his eyes stirring slowly. Lukas frantically searched for another towel, but to no avail. Instead, he peeled the dark flannel off his shoulders and knotted it securely around Philip’s other wrist. His ankle was still throbbing from the door, but he didn’t care in the slightest. Once pressure was applied to both wrists, he reached into his pant pocket to pull out his phone. He slid to the emergency call screen and dialed 9-1-1 as fast as his shaking fingers could. The generic 9-1-1, what’s your emergency? greeted his ear a moment later.

“I need an ambulance! My boyfriend, he - he tried to kill himself and he’s bleeding so much and -” He couldn’t make it through the whole sentence. Saying the words out loud forced the welling in his eyes to spill over and his voice to break with a small sob.

“Sir, what’s the location?”

Lukas spat out the address into the phone, hanging up once the woman assured him an ambulance was on its way.

“Philip, hey, can you hear me?” Lukas asked desperately, bringing both his hands to the side of Philip’s face, slapping his cheeks a little bit in an attempt to make him coherent. Philip tilted his head and groaned lowly, and Lukas let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Philip, it’s me, it’s Lukas. P-Please say something.” He was still crying, harder now. It took Philip a full five seconds to open his eyes, and those few moments felt like years to Lukas.

“Lukas?” Philip’s voice was weak and depleted, but it was there.

“I’m right here, baby. I-I called an ambulance, you’re gonna be okay. Please, I need you to be okay.” He shook Philip’s head a little bit with nervous gesticulations.

Philip winced and drew his hand up sluggishly to grip Lukas’ arm, just below where the blond was touching his face. “I’m sorry, Lukas. I love you. I’m sorry.”

“No!” Lukas shouted as Philip’s eyes drooped half way and he put his hand back on his stomach. “Philip! I love you so much, please - please just stay with me. Please.” He took one hand from Philip’s face and grabbed his boyfriend’s hand, ignoring the blood that smeared across his fingers.

“Don’t close your eyes, Philip, please. Look at me, yeah? Look at me. Please, please stay with me, Philip.”

Philip’s eyes fluttered, alternating between giving up and falling closed and struggling to meet Lukas’ gaze. He was trying, and that was all Lukas could do until the ambulance arrived - make Philip keep trying, keep holding on. So he kept squeezing Philip’s hand and he kept rambling about how much he loved and needed Philip and he kept crying, waiting for the sound of sirens to make its way into Helen and Gabe’s driveway.

***

Lukas hated hospitals. He hated the stale air, the way it hung all heavy and musty around his head, clouding his windpipe with distant stenches of dismay. He hated the lights, always too bright in the way that made them somehow not bright enough, flickering lowly like they were trying to steal the life from the patients and take it for themselves. He hated the waiting rooms, the way everyone looked at each other with pity in their gazes, trying to gauge who had it the worst or who’d been sitting there the longest. He hated not knowing if his boyfriend was alive or not.

For probably the fourth time in a minute, Lukas found his hands tugging his hair and his elbows digging into his knees. His uninjured foot bounced anxiously up and down without relent, shaking his whole body. His other ankle had stopped throbbing thanks to the pain meds a nurse forced him to take. It was wrapped too tightly in an ace bandage. Apparently he’d sprained it kicking down the door, but honestly he couldn’t care less with no news of Philip still. It had been almost two hours. Two hours of Lukas jittering and sitting hunched over with his head down, Gabe occasionally placing a comforting hand on his back, Helen pacing and bickering with nurses, and people staring solemnly at them all, wondering what horror brought them in. Lukas’ mouth was dry. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Just as he was half-legitimately contemplating going on a small rampage, throwing open every door in the entire hospital until he found Philip, a tired looking nurse in that ugly off-white uniform stepped into the waiting room with a clipboard under her arm.

“The family of Philip Shea?”

Lukas was on his feet and in front of the nurse so fast his head spun. Gabe and Helen were by his side in less than three seconds. “What’s going on? Is he…?”

“Philip is in stable condition,” Lukas exhaled at the nurse’s proclamation, relief flooding his brain and his heart. Philip was alive. “But he lost a lot of blood so he’s pretty weak and tired. We don’t want to overwhelm him, so we’re asking only one visitor at a time.”

Lukas looked almost pleadingly at Helen and Gabe, giving them a small it’s your call shrug.

“Go, Lukas.” Gabe nodded, draping an arm around his wife and blinking back tears. “He’ll want to see you most.”

“Thank you.” Lukas breathed. He knew Helen and Gabe were just as worried, and he appreciated greatly that they let him go first.

“Right this way.” The nurse smiled softly. She had that kind of smile you have to have to work in a hospital; the shit sucks but I have to be polite about it smile. He followed her down two hallways, taking a left and then a right until she stopped outside a closed door. “I’ll give you two some time.”

Lukas could hear his pulse in his ears. The cold metal of the doorknob stung his hand. He turned it quickly and stepped into the room.

Philip was propped up in the bed, a faded blue hospital gown hanging loosely on his shoulders and torso. An IV bag was dripping slowly and steadily into his right arm. Slightly stained bandages wrapped both of his wrists. His eyes opened halfway upon hearing someone’s entrance.

“Hey, Lukas.” Philip piped up, his voice small and croaky. He shot a sad smile toward the door. Lukas rushed to the bedside, pulling up a chair from along the wall and sitting down, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand gently.

“Hey, Philip.” Only two words and Lukas’ voice was already cracking, his eyes welling up for the umpteenth time. Philip saved him momentarily from having to try to talk through his tears.

“Listen, I- I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have put you through this. Helen and Gabe, too, none of you deserved this. I really didn’t mean to hurt anyone - well, except myself. I was just so - I’m just - I couldn’t -”

“Hey, hey.” It was Lukas’ turn to save Philip from trying to talk. “You don’t have to explain yourself to anyone. No one is upset with you. We’re all just relieved that you’re alive. You don’t know how badly I needed you to be okay, and you are, and that’s all that matters to me. I really don’t know what I’d do without you, Philip.” He reached a hand to Philip’s cheek. The last time his hand was in that position, Philip was covered in blood and nearly comatose. He blinked the image out of his mind.

“I love you, Lukas. I should’ve come to you, I’m sorry.” Philip shook his head, the first droplet of water running down his face.

“It’s okay, babe, you don’t have to keep apologizing.” Lukas swept the moisture away with the pad of his thumb. “I love you, too. So, so much.”

As if to prove his point further, Lukas leaned down to press a kiss to Philip’s lips. It was soft and sweet and absolutely bursting with love and life.

“Will you stay?” Philip mumbled against Lukas’ mouth, voice pleading.

“Of course.” He figured they’d have to let Gabe and Helen in eventually, especially if Philip said he wanted them all there, so Lukas would stay with his boyfriend until then. Philip pulled back to shuffle over, wincing at the weight he put on his wrists. There wasn’t really enough room for both of them on the single bed, but neither really cared, and Lukas climbed into the small space Philip had cleared for him. He slung an arm behind Philip’s waist and kissed his temple. Strands of unkempt brunet hair splayed across Lukas’ shirt when Philip settled into his chest. Philip closed his eyes, and Lukas’ heart and stomach felt light with the knowledge that this time, he knew they would open again.

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Exactly The Way You Are

Pairing: Modern!Boba Fett x fem!reader 

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: EXPLICIT self body shaming, potential body dysmorphia, hurt/comfort, body worship, oral (f receiving), soft!Boba 

Summary: You’re feeling insecure about your body and start changing how you dress in attempt to hide from your negative feelings. Boba is not having any of it. 

AN: Requested by @otp-lovers   

Every single one of you is beautiful, exactly the way you are

Early spring is not usually the optimal time for spending the day at the beach. It’s still too cold to swim, and at times too cloudy to tan. But if you’re heading to the coast to enjoy some fresh air, listen to the waves crash on the beach, and enjoy a bowl of clam chowder it’s perfect! You and two of your girl friends decided to drive out for the day to get some lunch, take a nice long walk and catch up on life. Normally you would have liked to do a day trip like this in the company of your boyfriend Boba, but he’s been exceptionally busy with work the last couple days. 

“You’re tempting me to play hooky and just go with you in that sundress baby,” he pauses by the door taking the time to rake his eyes over your form. 

“You could, I don’t think the girls would mind,” you smile sweetly batting your eyelashes for him knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to say yes. You just wanted to tease him. He groans in response, but shakes his head, also knowing he is not at liberty to accept your offer. So instead he tells you to go enjoy yourself, say hello to your friends for him. 

The drive down to the coast is pleasant with good music, your friends singing and talking and laughing, and the weather is actually even nicer than you expected. And there isn’t even a line to get into your favorite restaurant in the area. After a lovely lunch you and your friends take off your shoes and walk down the beach to dip your toes in the water. 

There are a couple groups of people sunbathing, children splashing in the water, playing volleyball. It’s like summer has come early, you almost wish you’d worn your swimsuit. You and your friends decide to kick off your shoes and wade in the water a bit and take some pictures together. Another group of girls a little ways down the beach also taking pictures and laughing approach your group asking if one of you would be willing to take some group pictures on them, and that they would be happy to return the favor. 

As your friend took one of the girls phones to take some nice group pictures, you stand off to the side and can’t help but stare. These girls all have gorgeous hair, long sleek legs, flat tummies with belly rings, and perky full breasts. Not a blemish on their perfectly tanned skin, though you suspected their tans may be less than authentic given the current time of year. Still you couldn’t help comparing yourself, you felt a bit pudgy in your sundress wishing you had ordered something lighter for lunch, and mentally cursing the wind for blowing your dress around you and making you look bigger and more awkward as opposed to windswept and attractive like these girls. You think about the upcoming summer, and your collection of swimsuits at home… true they’re pretty and comfortable but you wish you could wear and feel confident in the kind of swimsuits these girls are wearing. 

The other group of girls finished up their pictures and you tried your best to appear confident and unbothered when they turned the camera on you and your friends. You didn’t want to bring down the mood, so you plastered on a smile and tried to laugh along with your friends for the remainder of the trip. 

After dropping off your friends you head home, anxious to take a shower and get the sand off of your body. Unfortunately you knew Boba would not be home until very late, so it would just be you for a bit. Oh well, that just means watching whatever you want on tv with no complaint. You shower and wash your hair, taking your time to fully feel clean. Stepping out of the shower and ringing out your hair, you feel a lot better now that there wasn’t sad in places it should not be. 

You cross into the bedroom and slip one of your favorite nighties on to relax for the evening, but when you turn around and catch sight of yourself in the full length mirror you stop and stare at your reflection. You frowned at yourself, turning to your side to catch a glimpse of your profile and finding it no better in your opinion. You turn away from yourself and remove the nighty tossing it unceremoniously onto the chair at your vanity table. Instead you dig out an oversized t-shirt and a pair of Boba’s sweatpants. You look back at yourself in the mirror and shrug your shoulders… good enough… before heading back out into the living room to put on some mindless tv and waste time on instagram and tik tok. 

That was a horrible idea. You spent hours down the social media spiral, looking at pictures and videos of seemingly perfect people with perfect lives and perfect bodies that always seemed to know the perfect thing to say. It made you sick to your stomach. Eventually you fall asleep laying on the couch with the tv still playing. By the time Boba gets home you’re lightly snoring and your arm is hanging off the side of the couch. He chuckles at finding you in such a disheveled state, but takes care to carefully lift you up off the couch and carry you to bed. 

In the morning you wake up to the sounds of him moving around in the bedroom, though he is trying very hard to be quiet and not wake you up. He notices you stirring and returns to the bed to sit next to you. He’s fully dressed, ready to head out again. 

“Hey,” he whispers, stroking your hair. You smile sleepily at him, and mumble some kind of greeting. “I’m just about to head out. I’ll be home late again tonight, try to go to bed before you pass out on the couch,” he teases. You scrunch up your nose and nuzzle your cheek into his hand. 

He leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead, “Only a couple more days of these long shifts baby. You’ll have me all to yourself again come this weekend,” 

“Good,” you murmur “I don’t like going to bed by myself,” 

He chuckles again, and gives your three more little kisses before saying goodbye and leaving the bedroom. It’s still pretty early and you went to bed very late last night, so you rolled over and went back to sleep for another hour or two. When you do get up to start your day, you find that your closet full of dresses, skirts, and generally fun cute outfits does not bring you the usual joy of picking out one to wear. The thought of showing off your figure makes you feel anxious and unwell, so instead you opt for a pair of comfortable joggers and another baggy t-shirt.

The day passes by slowly going about your errands and daily chores getting less work done than you would have liked. You feel a little blah, and just can’t seem to shake off the brain fog that’s plaguing you. You eat dinner by yourself, and turn in early for the night once again wearing Boba’s clothes that are far too big for you. He likes it when you wear them anyway. At some point in the night, Boba comes home and happily slides into bed next to you to catch what little sleep he can before getting up for an early start once more. This time he’s already gone when you wake up, but you can tell he’s been around. His clothes are in the laundry basket, and there’s a coffee cup in the sink. 

To your delight, there is another cup of coffee poured sitting in the refrigerator chilling. You happily mix in ice and creamer, thinking about how lucky you are to have a boyfriend that takes that extra step for you. One of his many little ways to let you know he loves you. It lifts your spirits a bit, but not enough to shake you from standing naked in front of your closet glaring at your clothes. They offend your eyes, and make you long for things you shouldn’t. So you settle for another haphazard outfit that hides your figure, and dampens your mood. 

The day passes you by though you are able to be a least a little more productive than yesterday. You start the laundry, and wash the dishes. Call to reschedule your dentist appointment, and even get in a couple hours of actual work for your job. But this looming cloud of distraction and general sadness prevails, and you don’t get to many of the other things on your list for the day. As you get ready for bed, wearing Boba’s clothes for the third night in a row you took comfort in the knowledge that tomorrow when you woke up, Boba would be there and he would not have to go to work. Surely that would make you feel better. 

In the morning you happily roll over and cuddle into Boba’s warm chest. You had made a reservation for the two of you to go to brunch, but that isn’t until 10:30am so that leaves plenty of time to snuggle. Lazy kisses and whispered good mornings shared across the pillows and under the sheets. Eventually though you do both get up and get ready to go out for the day. You choose a pair of jeans and a nice-ish t-shirt that you tuck in, you feel a little better than you have the last few days and take the time to do your hair and makeup. 

Boba turns when he hears you coming towards the living room, and he has to put in real effort not to let his face show his concern when he observes your somewhat drab outfit you’ve chosen. You never give up an opportunity to get dressed up cute, especially when he’s taking you out on a date. 

“Is that my shirt?” he asks, extending a hand out for you to take, you accept his hand but feel your anxiety rising in your throat and burning your cheeks. 

“Yeah… I’m sorry, I can put on one of mine if it bothers you,” you drop your gaze and shift uncomfortably. Boba is unsure of what to make of this, so he proceeds cautiously.

“Hm… how about that blue dress? The navy one you like so much,” he suggests running his thumbs over your knuckles and swinging your arm just a little to get your attention. But you keep your gaze fixed on his shoes, and give your head a little shake.

“I… don’t want to wear that one today,” you say, pulling your hand away. Now he’s really concerned, you were fine when you woke up this morning, what changed. 

“Sweetheart you love that dress, what’s wrong?” he asks 

“It’s nothing I just… I just don’t feel particularly dressy at the moment” you admit, rubbing your arm and still making every effort not to look at him. 

“And why’s that?” he catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him “Come on kitten, there are no secrets between us,” 

Your lip quivers a bit, you don’t want to verbalize what’s been bothering you. But his eyes are so tender and concerned, and his grip on your chin is insistent and firm. So you relent. 

“I spent too long on instagram looking at influencers and celebrities, and me and the girls took some pictures for another group of girls at the beach the other day. They were all so beautiful with their flat stomachs, perfect tans, and full breasts. I’m sure they work hard to look that way, and I’m sure they have their own insecurities, but I look at them and I think… why can’t I look like that?”

“I don’t want you to look like them” he says 

“What?” you jerk your head back just a little and look up at him. 

“I don’t want you to look like anyone else in the world, I want you to look like you. Exactly the way you are” he slides his hands under your shirt, pulling it out from where its been tucked into your jeans, settling on your hips. He takes a step closer and dips his head down to kiss each of your cheeks. 

“I want you to wear whatever clothes you like, especially the sweet little dresses I know you love so much,” be begins pressing kisses down your neck, and sliding his hands down over your ass. “I want you to know that you’re my girl. My absolutely gorgeous, perfect girl” 

He’s leading you back into the bedroom, walking you backwards slowly and carefully, whispering praises into the skin of your neck between hot kisses. The backs of your knees hit the edge of bed, and you lower yourself down onto it. 

Your hands rest on his sides smoothing over his soft tummy through his shirt, you think about his body. It doesn’t fit society's view of an ideal man, not overly muscled, spray tanned and polished. In the same way you’re not like the models and celebrities you’d been comparing yourself to. 

He pushes you down by the shoulder, coaxing you to lay down as he runs his big hands up and down your sides, dipping down under your shirt and reaching up to palm your breasts. His rough thumbs brush over the quickly stiffening peaks of your nipples. His lips drag over your jaw and you moan at his ministrations. 

“Babe,” you manage to get out, “we’re gonna miss our reservations,” 

He releases his hold on your nipples, and strips off your shirt. He hikes you up higher on the bed, and captures your lips in an insistent kiss. 

“Don’t care,” he growls, “this is more important,” he licks a stripe from your chin all the way down your neck and sucks a mark between your breasts. His fingers work to rid you of your bra. When it’s been discarded somewhere into the room, he turns his attention back to your nipples and takes one into his mouth and suckles on it, rolling the other between his fingers. Your soft moans and wandering hands encourage him, and he switches to your other nipple. 

After a minute or two he releases your nipple from his mouth, and comes back up to recapture your lips. His hands trail down, fingers dipping into the waistline of your jeans. He breaks the kiss, as he undoes the button and zipper of your jeans pulling them down slowly over your ass. You kick them the rest of the way off and spread your legs a bit so he can settle comfortably between them.  

“Your cute little dresses usually make this a lot faster, princess. But I don’t mind taking my time,” he rasps. Your breath hitches as he slides your panties down, and drops his head down in between your thighs. His breath ghosts over your core, already beginning to get a bit wet in anticipation. His hands rub up and down the outsides of your thighs as he begins peppering gentle kisses over the soft skin of your inner thighs. Climbing higher and higher until he reaches your lower lips. 

Without warning his tongue darts out and splits your lips, licking a broad stripe up from the bottom and stopping at your clit to latch on and begin sucking. His tongue continues prodding in and out as he devours your wet cunt. His hands cup your ass and squeeze, pulling you apart further. Your chest is heaving and your mind feels like it’s narrowing in on the building feeling of your impending orgasm. 

“Boba,” you gasp out “I-- I’m gonna cum… I-” 

He doesn't answer in words, he growls into your aching cunt and moves his tongue faster to get you over the edge. Your orgasm is blinding in its intensity, sending your mind reeling as your choke out strangled cries of pleasure. As you’re coming down from your high, Boba releases your swollen clit from his lips and kisses his way back up to you, dragging his hands up with him. He whispers the sweetest words into your skin.   

“Mmm you’re my girl. My sweet, perfect girl. I’ll spend the rest of my days showing you how perfect you truly are,”

[thatringboy]

Hey there!

Saw ur post bout wanting requests and I'm happy to oblige. Percabeth is my absolute OTP and so I would love to read some fics based on them, esp when you write them soo well🥺

1.I've always wanted to read a fic where Annabeth spoons Percy! I think that wud be so cute.

2.Or would love to see a fic where one of them cant sleep at night so they go do smtg spontaneous, like stargazing or roadtrip or trip to McDonald's hehe.

3.A prompt (if that's how you take requests): "Did you just kiss my Achilles Spot?"

omfgggggg the amount of fluff i shoved into this is almost puke level. but percabeth will never get to that level. anyways i decided to do all three prompts because i couldn't pick one. enjoy!

Stargazing in Grey

Warnings: Rachel Elizabeth Dare being a little shit, but we love her anyways (so in other words, none)

Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Rachel Elizabeth Dare (but only for like two lines at the very end)

Ships: Percabeth

Word Count: 1,405

Summary: Percabeth sneaks out of their cabins to go stargazing and realize (again) how much they love each other. Takes place between the end of HOO and the beginning of TOA

“You know… we could have just taken some Melatonin or something.” Percy made a confused face.

Annabeth rolled her eyes despite knowing that he probably couldn’t see her do that in the dark. “And where’s the fun in that?”

“Who are you and what have you done to my rule-following Wise Girl?” His smile was audible in his voice.

She elbowed him in the stomach and fell back onto the grass of Camp Half-Blood hill, her grey eyes searching the night sky. Constellations danced across her gaze and a smile curled over her lips. Percy’s eyes adjusted to the night enough for him to be able to see her features illuminated by the moonlight.

Gods, she’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“What was that?” Annabeth sat up.

Percy realized he had whispered his thoughts out loud and plopped himself down in the grass next to her. “Nothing! So tell me, Wise Girl,” he pointed up at the stars. “Which one is that constellation?”

She laid back down and followed his finger to where he was pointing. “Oh, that’s just Heracles.”

Percy made a gagging sound. “Oh gods not that guy!”

That was the game they played: Percy pointed out a constellation, Annabeth identified it and they repeated. Percy told stupid jokes just to hear Annabeth’s laughter and he felt like he was walking on air everytime he heard it.

This was his Wise Girl, he realized. Starting from “you drool when you sleep” all those years ago and now sneaking out of their cabins at night to watch the stars when the nightmares became too much. Everything else in his life was fleeting and frankly at the mercy of ungrateful gods, but Annabeth was his constant. She was his tie to mortality when he dipped in the River Styx, she was the one thing he remembered when Hera stole his memories and sent him west and she was the one who held his hand in Tartarus when the world quite literally swallowed him up. And now that they had survived two Great Prophecies and were finishing up the summer in Long Island before heading to New Rome, the realization of how much Annabeth completed him struck Percy in the heart. She was the one who kept him humane when he wanted to unleash his destructive powers, she was the one who treated his wounds when he hurt himself against monsters and she was the one who curled up and cuddled him when the whole world was against them.

How in Hades was he so lucky to have fallen for her and for her to have fallen right back - quite literally in their case.

When they had finished their game, Percy found himself staring at her once more. He could examine her face for years and still find new things to fascinate himself with. If he was given Pandora’s box and told that the Hope at the bottom was Annabeth, he’d rip the lid off in a heartbeat and slay all of the monsters that jumped out with her.

She yawned, pulling Percy back into reality, and stretched her arms. “We should probably head back before Malcolm wakes up and flips on us.”

Percy pouted like a child and turned over in the grass to face away from her. “No! This was your idea and I wanna stay!”

Annabeth sighed and scooted closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her face into his back. “You’re such a child, no wonder you live with your mother at eighteen.”

He wiggled a bit so that he could turn his head to glare at her. “I’ll have you know that I missed half of being sixteen and half of being seventeen!”

She squeezed the skin of his stomach to shut him up and the two laid there spooning in the grass for a bit. Annabeth could feel his heartbeat and the way his lungs expanded when he breathed and sighed at the realness of it all. For six months, she was without him. After years of fighting by his side, he had just vanished and both of them were pulled into another Olympus-Destroying calamity that they had to fix. She had found herself cursing out the gods during that time, begging to know why did it always have to be her family that got messed over by the gods? For once, couldn’t someone else take up the mantle? Thalia had died then joined the Hunt, Luke was… well, Luke and all of the other campers moved on and away as time passed if they weren’t killed by monsters. Percy was the only constant she had and Hera had taken him away. Her Percy, the one who held up the sky for her. Her Percy, the one who fell into Tartarus for her. Her Percy, the one who held her tight when a curse had taken her vision and promised to never leave her. Her Percy, the one who turned down immortality for her. Annabeth hugged him tighter and pressed a kiss to his back. She was never letting go of him again.

"Did you just kiss my Achilles Spot?" He turned his head to look at her again.

She pulled her head back and blinked. It must have happened subconsciously while she was reminiscing about the past. “I guess I did, sorry.”

He rested his head on the ground again. “No no it’s fine, I just haven’t had anyone touch there in a while. I guess I’ve always protected it from people, even after the curse is gone.”

And that was another thing. His only weakness, the small of his back, he exposed it joyfully to her. He took his life and placed it into her hands because there was no one else in the entire world who Percy Jackson trusted more than Annabeth Chase.

She untangled herself and sat up. “But seriously, we should get back before the harpies start their pre-dawn rounds. Washing dishes in lava again does not sound like fun.”

He sat up with her and brushed a stray piece of grass off of her cheek with a wide smile. There was still a tiny sliver of grey hair from when they were younger and took turns holding up the sky. “Yeah… you’re right.”

“When am I not?” She leaned into his touch.

Inches, centimeters, touching. The only thought in Percy’s mind was how soft Annabeth’s lips felt against his own and how much she smelled like fresh ink on sunwarmed paper. Was that a scent? It was now. His calloused hands caressed her face like if he let go, she would crumble into sand between his fingertips and she eagerly gripped his shirt right back. For either the third or fourth time that evening, the whole world seemed to melt away. Two heartbeats became one, two souls linked together and two bodies pressed together in such a loving embrace that even Aphrodite herself would have turned away with a blush.

They came crashing back to the real world when the sound of a camera clicked behind them. The two jerked their heads to the sound to see a familiar redhead holding up a camera.

“Rachel Elizabeth Dare!” Annabeth's voice came out as a harsh whisper.

The Oracle of Delphi cackled as she turned heel and ran down the hill towards her cave. Annabeth moved to chase after her, but Percy grabbed her wrist, covering his mouth with his free hand to keep from laughing. “Let’s just get back to our cabins before she goes leaking that to Lou Ellen and Piper.”

The daughter of Athena couldn’t argue with that. They gathered themselves and made the trek back to the Athena cabin. They stood outside the door, not wanting the moment to end, but also understanding that they both needed sleep. Annabeth moved closer and pecked Percy one last time on the lips before heading inside.

Percy made the walk back to the Poseidon cabin with a goofy smile on his face and was humming a tune who’s name he couldn’t remember. His Wise Girl had broken the rules and was ready to fistfight the Oracle of Delphi to keep it a secret. He was so proud of his negative influence on her. He silently made a vow to get that picture from Rachel to hang up in his room in New Rome. It would brighten up his dorm tremendously.

[firelxdykatara]

kitty i can't wait for your thoughts of Shadow and Bone asdfasfaw

Ok well I just finished and I have so many fucking thoughts. Most good! Some, less so. Part of it may just be my bias because I’ve only read the Six of Crows duology and have little interest in actually reading the original trilogy, because I know how it ends and Leigh clearly hates me personally and doesn’t want me to be happy (/j), so I was already predisposed to be far more invested in the Crows and Darkling/Darklina segments (genuinely, the Mal/Malina scenes/storyline bored me to tears, and while I appreciate that the show went out of its way to change Mal’s character to make him much less of a toxic douchebag [I’ve read enough excerpts and explanations of his actions in the books to really loathe book!Malina], it isn’t enough to make me ship them when Darklina is right there), but I also don’t think it’s a stretch to say that the Crows absolutely stole the show.

It’s actually kind of funny, because I’d assumed they were only being so heavily marketed to hype the show up even more, since while there’s a lot of TGT/SoC fandom overlap they are also two fundamentally different genres and I’d wager there are a lot of people who are massive fans of one but not so enthused with the other, while remaining fairly insignificant to the overall plot. Turns out, they make up fully half of the show’s runtime (much to my delight). Which is part of what I think will help this series stand on its own, both as a book adaptation and simply as a fantasy TV series.

I’ll put more of my story-specific thoughts under a cut, so there’s lots of show spoilers to follow!

I know that a lot of early reviewers were saying that Alina’s motivations and storyline revolved too much around Mal, and that really held true for me. It made sense in the beginning--he was the only constant in her life, she was thrust into something new, terrifying, and completely unfamiliar, and they’d developed an unhealthy codependence as a coping mechanism for their childhoods and the traumas they faced, the lives they lead growing up in a war-torn country. But she started coming into her power, falling for the General--not just his power and charisma, but what she felt when she was with him. The way he helped her summon the sun, the way she felt free in a way she never had before.

Until it all went to shit--but the Darklina make-out scene in episode 5? Fucking iconic. Poetic fucking cinema. The way they were quite literally about to have sex on that wartable (and someone better write fic of that moment, what if they hadn’t gotten interrupted), and the General left, but then he ran back just to kiss her one more time... this is what OTPs are made of ok.

I think what really bothers me overall is that Alina ultimately lacked agency in her one storyline, pretty much the entire way through. She did make a few choices, but they were mostly incidental, and a lot of it was Alina desperately trying to get back to Mal rather than seizing her own power and destiny and running with it. The most prominent example is the end of episode 5--Alina is having happy make-outs and almost bones the General in his own war room, and then he leaves, and Baghra comes in and infodumps to her about how evil he is and how he’s only using her and she needs to escape.

I recognize that a lot of this is probably because that’s essentially what happened in the book and Leigh is an executive producer for the show so she has a lot of shot-calling power. However, I really think that even in the book this plotline would’ve been better-served by having Alina make these discoveries on her own.

For example, imagine that the letters which were used as framing devices for episodes 2 and 3 were vitally important to the plot, rather than being one-offs that are mentioned a few times but not really affecting much of anything. Alina begins to get suspicious when she doesn’t receive word from Mal, and she starts wondering if her letters are even reaching him--so she starts snooping. She finds ashes in the war room hearth, late at night,, and recognizes a fragment of Mal’s signature and larger piece of her own. She now knows that someone--possibly the General, but maybe that creepy priest guy, or someone else in the palace--is keeping her and Mal from contacting one another. So she starts snooping around even more. She asks the General leading questions, trying to figure out what the truth is of his intentions. She still feels this pull--this connection to him, and she hopes she’s wrong, but she’s not willing to just sit around and wait for the other shoe to drop.

The Winter Fete still happens, she still gets the hot make-out session with the General, and then when he’s called away, she snoops through his papers, looking for anything that can tell her the truth. She finds a hidden compartment filled with journals.

She reads about Aleksander’s past (and, incidentally, wasn’t that supposed to be a huge moment in the books, him revealing his true name to her in private? kinda wish it had been kept that way in the show but who knows where they’ll go with it in the future)--that leads to the flashbacks in episode 6. She feels for him, but she also reads further--she gets a firsthand look at his desire for power, something that began as a noble desire to save his people, but was twisted by a lust for vengeance (for his lost love and all the Grisha who were killed) and shot through with greed, the realization that if he found the Sun Summoner he could control the Fold, rather than just destroy it. He could create a new world where Grisha could live without fear--where Grisha could rule.

Alina is terrified. Whoever the General used to be--whatever humanity she saw flickering in his eyes, the way his heart fluttered when they kissed--she can’t trust that it’ll be enough to save her from plans centuries in the making. So she goes to Baghra, the woman who helped her discover her power, learn to channel it--the woman who always seemed to know much more than she ever let on. Baghra gives her side of the story--Alina got it from the General’s perspective first, now Baghra is telling her something framed much differently. She isn’t sure what or who to trust, but she knows that Baghra seems willing to help her escape--but rather than trusting her ‘loyal Grisha’, she makes the choice she made in the show, to choose the other path, and winds up with the Crows.

Idk how Mal and the Stag thing would fit into this (if it isn’t obvious by now, Mal just... doesn’t interest me), but Alina’s story and her character arc would be so much stronger for it. And she’s supposed to be the central character, so her story being weak and her agency so frequently being compromised ultimately hurts the show as a whole.

I know I’ve gone on and on about Alina and the Darkling (look, I’m a slut for enemies-to-lovers, and also lovers-to-enemies-and-back, so Darklina and Helnik are where so much of my investment is rooted--plus Kanej, but that almost goes without saying), but the true standouts of the series were the Crows. Inej, Kaz, and Jesper, and Nina and Matthias in their episodes, stole the show (along with the Darkling, Ben is far and away the best actor in the cast and I love that for him, but Freddy, Amita, and Kit are also amazing, and Danielle&Calahan were fucking phenomenal as Nina and Matthias--I do have to say, though, that the whole cast is really solid and has amazing chemistry).

They worked together so perfectly--Freddy and Amita communicated so much with their eyes alone, especially together, and a whole lot of their relationship dynamic is rooted in how they exist together, which really came through. The show altered the Crows timeline considerably (I’m pretty sure Kaz would’ve been 14 during the original trilogy lol), so Inej is still at the Menagerie, but things like Kaz putting up the Crow Club for Inej’s freedom, the way Kaz needed her but could never bring himself to say it (until the end of the season dklhfgdkjfgh i SCREAMED)--the way Jesper played off the both of them, and it’s so obvious they all love each other even though they’re criminals and thieves and murderers, and Kaz would never admit it (out loud--which actually feeds into my theory that his love language is acts of service; Kaz does things for the people he cares about, he never announces it and he will almost always try to downplay it, but the way you know he cares is if, for example, he puts his entire life, everything he built, up as collateral for your freedom), but they’re a family.

One thing that I was kind of iffy about was Inej’s refusal to kill--but I thought it might be something they were planning to work into her overall character arc, and they did. It was the one line she hadn’t crossed--in the books, I’d imagine that it took a while for Inej to wind up at that point, being willing to kill on top of everything else. So I actually like that they worked that into the Crows plotline, and Inej killing for the first time was to save Kaz’s life.

Just like Kaz’s first selfless act was to save her.

(He’d deny it, of course. He protects his investments. He needed her for the job. But the truth is, he did it for her. And he’d do it again. Even if he’d never admit it.)

Meanwhile, Nina and Matthias’ storyline was pretty much note-for-note according to their backstory as it was revealed in Six of Crows, and I loved every second of it. Their chemistry was perfect, their journey from enemies to begrudging allies to friends to maybe something more (Matthias’ stomach cockblocking them when they were about to kiss had me fucking SCREAMING AT THE TV, and then of course the whole ‘betraying him to save him’ thing happened and I sobbed), and then suddenly right back to enemies.

Because from Matthias’ perspective, he trusted a witch--believed in her, liked her, wanted her--and she turned on him. He has no idea that she wasn’t the one who knocked him out in the first place, and no reason to believe her, because as far as he knows, she just confirmed everything he’d ever been told about Grisha. That they are deceitful and treacherous, would turn on you as soon as look at you, that they are dangerous and not to be trusted. It wasn’t revealed in-show but I imagine Matthias’ backstory is largely the same, which means that his entire family was slaughtered by Grisha when he was a young boy, and then he was turned into a brainwashed child soldier by the witch hunters and never knew anything else.

They are perfectly primed for their SoC arc next season and I, for one, am so stoked to see the rest of their journey. And if I slip Netflix a couple twenties, maybe they’ll let Helnik have a happy ending please please please.

Anyway, yeah! I have a lot of thoughts but things are still percolating in my head so I’ll probably float around the tags for a bit and let things settle. This is just a preliminary overview of my thoughts in the immediate aftermath of bingeing the entire show in one night kldfjghdkjfhgkjgf

EDIT TO ADD: I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THE TRUE STAR OF THE SHOW, M I L O

MILO BEST BOY. MILO THE MVP. MILO DESERVES ALL THAT IS GOOD IN THE WORLD AND I HOPE HE LIVES A HAPPY AND HEALTHY AND FULL LITTLE GOAT LIFE.

[wonda-cat]

For the character ask, can you do dream

How I feel about this character:

I despise him. He is one of the evilest motherfuckers I’ve ever witnessed in media, just short of Joffrey from Game of Thrones. And I find that to be absolutely fantastic. I love to hate him. From a narrative perspective, he is fascinating. Watching this character interact with others, especially when you know he is highly intelligent and ten steps ahead, is always fun. 

Then there’s the added bonus of his unpredictability, lack of POV, and never being able to tell when he’s lying or telling the truth. And I adore that. He is my second favorite Dream SMP character of all time, just behind c!Tommy. He’s nothing short of fantastic. I want him dead. 💙

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

None. I love all of the DSMP characters too much to subject them to any sort of relationship regarding c!Dream. However, I will admit that I loved the idea of Fundy and Dream’s relationship during season one, although we all know how that turned out in the end...

(Side Note: While I don’t like c!Dream being with anyone, DreamXD on the other hand? It’s George, 100%. That is the only DNF content I can stomach, and it’s entirely because DreamXD is an eldritch abomination, which keeps things interesting. Because George is so, so unbelievably boring.)

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

I would say none for the same reasons as above, however, it wouldn’t be quite accurate to how I feel. Despite all of Dream’s interactions with other characters either leaving them worse off, dead, or hurt, he does have some fantastic interactions with a great many people that I find interesting. If I were to pick just one, it would be Tommy. All of their scenes are so intriguing and everything Dream says to him makes my skin crawl. 

Just the possessive entitlement he shows toward what would otherwise be a stranger to him is bizarre and head-spinning. It’s an accurate and disturbing reflection of an extremely abusive relationship and I adore every bit of it. It never fails to make me desperately uncomfortable. And I live for that.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

If Dream turns out to be some kind of immortal or god or demon, I will hate it. It would probably become my most unfavorable plot moment in the entire series.

For the love of god, let this man be perfectly human. It gives so much importance to the abuse he inflicts on others; it is far more threatening and intimidating to witness. I have never been fond of any of the god or supernatural plots in the DSMP and I will not start now. No more gods. I am already ignoring the established ones in canon as I write this. I just want the war fantasy and political intrigue I started watching the series for in the first place.

(This is a tip from an experienced writer: If you’re running out of plot points as your story goes on, instead of jumping for the most outlandish things possible, especially if they conflict with the genre of your story, return to your roots. Remember what the first plot was that you wrote and try to echo that. It will please your core audience. It will bring thematic cohesion you may feel is missing. I promise.) 

Please,,, DSMP,, return to your roots.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I don’t care what happens with him in future plots, I just want this motherfucker gone. I want him dead. No redemption arcs; he doesn’t even deserve that. I don’t care who does it, I just want it to happen at some point. I want it so bad, I can almost taste it. Let it be Ranboo. Or Tubbo. Or Quackity. Or Tommy. Or Philza. Or Sapnap. Just make sure he’s dead and never comes back. Bonus points if Wilbur beats the ever-loving shit out of him from the afterlife as well, as a treat.

[lovemesomesurveys]

Ever had a friend online for a long time without seeing a photo of them? Yeah. When you did see a photo, was it how you'd imagined them? Some were, some weren’t. Some I never did see a photo of. The last time you threw up, what caused it? I think it was a stomach bug. If you saw Rent Live on Fox, did you like Valentina as Angel? I didn’t watch it. Did you have any foreign exchange students at your high school? Yeah.

Did they have favorite foods from your country they'd never had before? I have no idea. I didn’t meet/know any of them. Any foods from other countries you would like to try but haven't yet? I’m blanking at the moment, but yeah I’m sure. I am quite picky, though. Has bad weather ever prevented you from getting to work? -- Do you think the world would be more peaceful without any religion? No. Have you ever internet stalked anybody? Not in a creepy way, but I’ve looked at people’s profiles. Do you think sage smells like marijuana? (Some people do.) I’ve never thought that. Are you ever guilty of hypocrisy? Everyone is. Have you kept the same icon here for a long time? On Tumblr, yeah. Why did you choose your icon, anyway? This one I have currently is the grumpy Carebear and I just feel like that’s me cause I’m always so moody and irritable. Have you ever made any friends through Bzoink? No. I’ve never interacted with anyone on there. Would you like to make any friends through Bzoink? I just wanna find some surveys to take, I’m not looking for anything else. Any fun facts (on any topic) you'd like to share? No. Did you ever watch Labyrinth? Nope. Could you ever see anybody other than Bowie as Jareth? -- Does it hurt your feelings when people talk shit about things you love? I mean, it’s kinda shitty if someone shits all over something that brings you joy. Is there anything you have a chip on your shoulder about? Probably nowadays since I’m always so irritable and my patience is quite thin. Do you like it when people give you nicknames? I only have like two, but yeah I’m open to nicknames. When you make friends, are you usually the one to 'make the first move'? No. What fandoms are you in? A few different ones. Are there any fandoms you used to be in, but left? Yes. Do you ship anybody in your fandoms? Yeah. If so, what is your OTP? Your NoTP? I have several from the different shows I watch. Do you more often feel superior or inferior to others? Inferior. I don’t feel superior at all. What kind of pasta is your favorite? Pesto. Do you like beef jerky? I used to really like peppered beef jerky back when I could have spicy stuff. Do you prefer ruffly or regular potato chips? Ruffly. What smells remind you of your childhood? Play-Doh always comes to mind. Do you write down your own recipes, or just commit them to memory? I save ‘em to my phone and/or Pinterest. I’m not a cook or baker, but if I come across something that looks appealing I’ll save it for inspo for someone else I know to make for me or something like it. Can you do any impressions? Nah. What color do you want to dye your hair? I miss my red. Do you have a 'meet cute' story with your partner or friend? I’ve never heard of a “meet cute” story. Did you know A Star is Born was technically a remake? (There have been many versions of it.) Yes. How do you like your chicken? In the form of a boneless wing, chicken tender, or shredded. White meat only. Do you enjoy cheese fries? Yeah. Do you eat refried beans? Yeah, whenever I have a burrito. What is a food you enjoy, but don't have very often? Nowadays I really only have the same few foods and I eat them often in rotation. Some I have everyday. Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn? Why? Nothing against either one I just never was into either of them. There was a time back in my day where it seemed like everyone loved Marilyn Monroe. Favorite fictional world? Ooh. One that came to mind first is Stars Hollow. Do you like fuzzy socks? I don’t really wear ‘em. Do you wear slippers all the time in the winter? I don’t wear slippers. Do you use lint rollers often? No. Do you carry pepper spray? I do. Have you ever had to use it? No. Have you ever been kicked out of a public place? Why? No. Best thing to do during a power outage? Read or play a game. Or sleep, ha. Has your power ever gone out for more than a day? No, fortunately. At most just a couple hours. Art posters and tees where they have put tattoos and piercings on Old Hollywood stars -- yay or nay? Some look cool. Actually, I like seeing the ones done on Disney characters. Do you have/have you ever had an unusual pet? No. My doggo is pretty goofy, though. haha. Do you donate to any associations that care for animals? I have. What keeps you coming back to Bzoink? Surveys?

[soda-pop-kandy-krush]

prinxiety for the otp t-word list?👉👈 also... here’s a tiny dinosaur for your trouble🦕! -🌹

omg thank you for the tiny dino! 🥺 let’s go, prinxiety!!

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1. Who has the cutest tickle laugh?

ooooooof it’s a tricky one... i’m so indecisive i think i’m going to have to go with both BUT they’re cute for different reasons: roman’s is all giddy and joyful but in a dorky kinda way like he’s really enjoying himself and just can’t help but burst into carefree laughter, and virgil’s is cute because it’s really sweet and bashful since he’s a liiiittle embarrassed when it comes to being tickled (despite the fact that he loves it), so he tries to hold it in a little- but roman always notices this and is like ‘uh-uh, no way’ and goes for a really good spot so that he squeals, breaking the barrier so that he can’t hide his little giggles anymore hehe

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2. Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?

virgillllll for sure. he strikes me as someone who’s ticklish all over, but in particular, his back and his ears, which are spots that roman loves to trace when they cuddle because he makes these funny little snuffling noises and has the biggest grin on his face

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3. Who gets cheer-up tickles?

i want to say both, but under the sole circumstances that its to cheer them up from something not so serious. i feel like it would just make them grumpier/angrier if one tried to tickle the other after, like, a huge argument or if they were genuinely upset. but if they’ve just had a silly little spat or one of them is feeling kind of down, they deeeefinitely get tickled until they start smiling again

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4. Who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt?

virgil does this to roman ALL the time because his worst spots are his ribs and armpits, and roman knows this and thus gets super skittish when he’s trying to change in the morning/before bed because all virgil has to do is look over and smirk a little before roman is giggling/yelling ‘NO DON’T YOU DARE-’

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5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness?

virgil is so sensitive that it’s basically impossible NOT to realise he’s ticklish asdhfhfgh so it probably happened when roman gave him a playful poke to the side and his legs buckled, launching them into an incredibly one-sided tickle war. but roman shouldn’t think he’ll get away that easily, because virgil absolutely gets him back later when they go to bed (even if it only lasts a couple of seconds before roman flips them over to pin him down for round two)

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6. Who can’t take tickle bites?

VIRGIL VIRGIL VIRGIL omg they make him weak. weak!!! if you thought his limbs turned into noodles when being tickled normally, he’s completely useless when you start nibbling around his ribs and belly. rip emo.

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7. Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning?

funnily enough, i think this one suits roman! i can imagine virgil being too antsy to stay in bed all day, so he wakes up hours before roman and is content to let him be until a reasonable time, but after that he will show no mercy and take advantage of his lack of protection to sit on his back and get him good.

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8. Who gives up in a tickle fight?

despite being reigning champion of all tickle fights, wars, and battles, if virgil manages to jam his fingers under romans arms then its game over for princey. he absolutely cannot take what he dishes out when it comes to his worst spots and will do literally anything to escape ashsjffgh

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9. Who is in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other?

like i said, virgil doesn’t really try and shove roman away, he just curls up in a little ball and will occasionally bat at his hands, but roman is a different story... lmao that boy is like a worm, he’ll wriggle around and try to wrestle his way out of virgil’s grip as much as he can, so virgil tries not to let things get too out of hand lest he find a surprisingly bad spot that they didn’t know about before and roman accidentally punches him in the face 😭

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10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?

both of them are soooo guilty of this lmao. i feel like they go for the same kind of tactic where they constantly nudge and distract the other; roman loves the old ‘poke-and-look-away’ trick because he thinks he’s being slick but really, who the hell is he kidding because virgil knows and so won’t wait long before jumping to action. but when he wants roman to tickle him, he’s way too shy about it to do something so obvious, so he’ll wait it out until the evening when they’re chilling in their pjs and he’ll cuddle up to him and let his shirt ride up a little and start playing with his fingers, and roman pretends to be oblivious but is secretly like 😌😌 so will force poor virgil to wait for a good ten minutes before he suddenly latches onto his stomach and makes him shriek

[nightswithkookmin]

I am curious about your take on something. So Taekook probably hate the idea of Taekook, right? If Jk and Jimin are together (as I beleive they are) then the very idea of taekook has to be like sooo weird for everyone, especially when it results in hate directed at Jimin. So why don't Taekook agree to like NEVER LAY HANDS ON ONE ANOTHER in public. I know they shouldnt have to. They like skinship and all. And no one is going cray cray over jinkook or jihope etc. But its an easy fix? Maybe not?

Tradshippers... Haha.

The gag being Tuktukkers say the same thing about Jimin and Jikook all the time- if V is his soulmate and friend, shouldn't he keep his hands off JK? Shouldn't he respect the sanctity of his friends' relationship? Doesn't he care that his actions with JK hurt Tae? That he is wrecking another man's home, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Heard it all before. Not particularly impressed by that level of rudimentary mental adroitness- at all. It all flows from insecurities and or the shipper's dissatisfaction with how these people in reality interact with one another because that often tend to be in disharmony with their shipping fantasies about their OTP.

The shipping community in general is a fantasy bubble. Haven't done much research on its demographics but from my observation, it seems the younger demographic can't seem to detach fantasy from reality while the much 'adult' population'- perhaps, for fear of having their reality warped or their hearts broken, are too engrossed in reality as such tend to approach shipping with quizical glares at best, cynicism, skepticism and what I like to call a false sense of logic- at worst.

Then of course, there are those in between.

But one thing they all seem to have in common is their emotional response to the demystification of their fantasies. Like any fantasy, people tend to lash out at or carry resentment towards anything or anyone that threatens their false sense of safety built around their fantasy.

For Taekookers they tend to lash out at Jimin or even Jokers because they threaten their sense of ship safety. Jokers do the same with JK more so than Tae, but Tae too nevertheless.

Taekook, Jinkook and the other ships Jikooker's are threatened by are viewed as threats and looked upon with disdain and resentment only because they ruin the fantasy of Jikook for them and nothing else.

And if that's not the case, then these people are too invested in someone else's relationship and lack both personal and emotional boundaries- it's their relationship not ours.

You can't sit in your homes, behind the screens and pilot someone else's relationship or point out what is wrong with their relationship and feel strongly about it to the point you start demanding and dictating how they should relate with eachother or their friends- that's entitlement and borderline toxicity which is scary, not gonna lie.

Jikook and Vmin equally ruin the fantasy of Taekook for their shippers. And they look to Jimin as the grinch and killjoy, hence lash out against him without reservation.

In a perfect shipping alternate universe, Taekook or Jikook would be couples within a group where it's glaringly clear that they are couples and as such no other ship would compete or interact with them in a way that raises questions about the general perception of them as a couple unit within the group or threaten their status as such. But this is reality. Not fantasy. And it just doesn't work that way.

Most of these conversational topics you raise are about how people want their OTP to behave rather than how their OTP actually behave towards one another.

It's especially disconcerting when their disapproval of an interaction stems from them 'wrongly' labeling or interpreting that interaction as 'intimate' and or romantic and proceed to go on an emotionally charged rant on behalf of their OTP calling for them to instill boundaries.

Maybe Tae is not instilling boundaries for JK with Jimin because he doesn't have the right to? Because he is not in a relationship with either Kook or Jimin?

Maybe Jimin is not telling Tae and Kook to keep the skinship off cameras because he is not bothered by the 'hate he receives' because of their interactions?

Tae kook have been interacting on our screens for 7 good years. You think if Jimin found their interactions as problematic or disrespectful to his relationship with Kook that he wouldn't have nipped that in the bud?

Have you not seen him react a countless time to when he is uncomfortable with an interaction that crosses his limits or boundaries? It should tell you he doesn't have a problem with Tae Kook at all.

He only has a problem when an interaction crosses the line. Same with JK. And if due to his ideosyncracy he can't stomach an interaction, he averts his eyes. I don't think he would want them to stop interacting all together. If he did that would be problematic because they are all friends and he doesn't own Kook or vice versa.

Also the statement that Tae Kook need to keep their skinship off camera because Jimin receives a lot of hate because of it is a non sequitur. Tae kook is not the reason Jimin recieves a lot of hate in the fandom. Jikook is.

Taekook doesn't hurt Jimin, Jikook does. People lash out at Jimin because of his interactions with JK not because of JK's interaction with with Tae.

So the solution would not be for Tae and Kook to keep their skinship off camera, it would be for JK and Jimin to not interact on camera at all. I mean if we are being honest.

And all those who claim JK isn't protecting Jimin because his interactions with Tae is what fuels the passions of Tuktukkers towards Jimin, think again...

JK puts up boundaries with Tae as it is. Out of all BTS, they are the two who have openly admitted to having 'drifted apart' over the years- I wonder why. When Tae spoke about wanting JK to treat him as a friend rather than hyung, JK told him he couldn't do that because that would have led to a lot of fights between them. What other boundaries do y'all expect him to put up again?

Dude rarely nurtures his relationship outside Jimin within the group- responding to texts a whole year later and what not.

And even with this, Jimin recieves a lot of backlash regardless. I think we need to stop justifying hate. There is no justification for hate. No excuse is excuse enough for the traumatization of another human being.

JK equally gets dragged for filth in these shipping streets. Tuktukkers hate him as much as they hate Jimin because of his interactions with Jimin. Tae stans hate him. Jimin stans hate him. He is neither here nor there. He got called a pig, sissy, and all kinds of derogatory names when he pulled away at KBS when Tae wanted to hold his hands.

Jokers, PJM jokers drag him for filth in their gcs and shit and equally hates on him because to him he doesn't love Jimin enough or at all. Especially, when he doesn't interact with JM in a way that pleases them.

The problem is Jikook. Both Jimin and JK will have their peace of mind if they didn't interact at all and kept their relationship private. The best way for JK to protect his boyfriend from all this bullshit is to keep a safe distance from him and act like he doesn't know him or never met him- because that is how Kpop idols usually protect their relationships.

And yet, and YET, when he does just that y'all jump on his neck on every turn, screaming Jk hates Jimin and doesn't love him. I gotta ask-

WHAT Y'ALL WANT FROM JK?!

People just like to ruin beautiful things, don't they?

And while we are at it, let me address this Ask I got a few days ago claiming if JK loves Jimin then it doesn't make sense for him to want to act so loud with Jimin or express his feelings for him in a way that out's their relationship because that can hurt Jimin and bring him a lot of hate...

You think Jimin openly loving on JK doesn't bring JK a lot of hate too? Damn. It's the double standards for me. Lmho.

Listen, JM has a duty to protect JK just as much as JK has a duty to protect JM. By your logic, if Jimin loves Jk then he equally needs to stop doting on him in public because his love causes JK as much pain as JK's love causes Jimin- but Jimin can't stay away now can he?

Jimin had to ask JK permission to express himself the way that he does with him- on their Log when he asked JK if he was ok with him saying he loved him on camera. Jk had a need to keep their relationship private, Jimin had a need to keep it open and clearly didn't want to hide their relationship. But they have since outgrown their old selves. Their wants and their needs have changed- if you pay attention to JK's lyrics in recent times.

Their dynamics keep flipping. And they are constantly negotiating their needs, from my perspective anyway- let them do them. Y'all didn't seem to have a problem when in their earlier dynamics Jimin was the one pushing for them to be open with their relationship. JK eventually gave up his need to hide their relationship didn't he? And overtime he became comfortable expressing affection for Jimin openly.

Yet, suddenly when JK wants the same thing in their relationship y'all claim he is being unreasonable and unfair towards Jimin? Huh?

Granted, he over does it sometimes. Yes. Lol.

But you can't hold Jikook to different standards. They are both human and their feelings for eachother are equally valid. Their needs from eachother are valid in the same weight.

If Jimin gets to show the whole world just how much he loves JK and because of that many people are convinced Jimin loves JK more than JK loves him- even if half of the time he is using fanservice as a cover or even his persona as a cover, then why can't JK equally use his art or whatever means he prefers as a cover to show the world just how much he loves Jimin?

...Even if half of the time he is borderline outing him and getting him in trouble? Lol. That's just the love if you ask me. Hehehe.

Chilee JK, you make it hard to defend you sometimes! Lol. Just don't out your man. How hard is that!😭🤭

Seriously though, you don't think he wants people to see he loves Jimin too? Damn, y'all be reading Jimin wrong. Because Jimin loves it when JK shows the world he loves him... Did you see his face after Rosebowl? Why do you think JK keeps cutting it close? Dude is gunning for the points. Lmho. Jikook speak eachother's love language. Let that sink in.

If JK is pushing against the glass closet it's because he is convinced that that is something Jimin wants but is afraid to go after and he is the fearless one among the two. Y'all just be fighting the wrong battles. Lmho.

Jikook is asserting themselves against eachother. They are pushing eachother's boundaries and I don't think that is necessarily a bad thing.

You can't claim JK doesn't love Jimin and in the same breath condemn and disapprove of the ways he expresses himself and his love for Jimin- I think you need to free JK now!

Between Tuktukkers and certain Jokers, I don't know who is worse- Nevermind, I'm not a fan tradshippers in general.

JK is there to please his man not shippers and the way I see it Jimin looks like a satisfied customer to me.

If you are dissatisfied with Jikook, there are a countless other ships in BTS. Get on one. See how that goes. Lol.

Where were we, Anon?

Oh right, Tae Kook. Lol.

I think we need to learn to hold the right people accountable for their actions. The problem is not Tae Kook, or Jikook or any other ship. The problem is with the toxic shippers who use them as an excuse to perpetuate unfathomable hurt towards the boys and towards others.

I think Tuktukkers need to develop a better attitude towards Jikook. Jikooker's need to do the same about Tae Kook or Jin Kook.

Personally, I would rather Jikook kept their relationship private but I also understand their need to take advantage of the glass closet- secrets are hard to hide. They get heavy before they get easy.

And Jimin loves to be loved. He loves when you show him off. It's part of his love language. You can't date him and Keep him a secret- and still we question why JK doesn't want to hide him.

If y'all don't want to ship Jikook that's fine. I'll ship them myself.😒

Whatever decisions they are making, I support it wholeheartedly. I support them with every fiber of my being.

LONG LIVE JIKOOK. JIKOOK IS REAL.

Signed,

GOLDY

[novum-constellatio]

Hello and a belated happy new year~ Maybe Yama and Suga for the OTP thingie? (P.S. I really love your Gebshin Impact headcanons~)

- yamaguchi tadashi x sugawara koushi (ask meme)

a/n: thank you so much for requesting such an adorable pairing <3 I hope you like the way I portrayed them~

warning: none

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1. who tickles who more?

Because Yamaguchi would be too nervous and shy to initiate anything (especially at the beginning of the relationship), I can easily say that Sugawara is the main culprit for, almost, all of their tickle fights. Finding out Yamaguchi is ticklish was one of Sugawara’s greatest achievement in life and he definitely uses that knowledge to his advantage a lot ;3

2. what’s the main reason for tickles?

Sugawara tickles Yamaguchi whenever he’s nervous or when he’s overworking himself! Before a match, he only pokes him teasingly a few times, trying not to make the others notice, and he’d definitely whisper in Yamaguchi’s ear how he’s going to wreck him after the match if he doesn’t calm down - but, he’ll wreck him either way lol

Yamaguchi tickles Sugawara only when he sees Sugawara trying to hide his emotions from others and him (I have this headcanon that Sugawara would be the type to close up and pretend he’s okay when he’s not), so Yamaguchi is always there to offer gentle, almost calming tickles when he sees Sugawara act like that

3. has anyone ever been bruised or even scarred from a tickle fight?

Oh, both are squirmers omg. Yamaguchi can’t keep his feet still when they’re being tickled, so unless Sugawara has a very firm grip on them, he will be kicked in the face. The same goes for Yamaguchi when he wants to surprise Sugawara with some tickles - he has been elbowed in the stomach numerous times cause of that <3

4. how often do they tickle each other?

I’d say pretty often because any gentle touch can easily turn into light tickling when the two are alone - especially during movie nights at each other’s place. I feel like both would be into tickling, to the point that they’d ask the other (more like Sugawara figuring out that Yamaguchi wants tickles and teasing him about it) to tickle them~

5. who is more likely to tear up whilst being tickled?

Both! Yamaguchi because Sugawara can tickle him for ages - tactically so that he can tickle Yamaguchi for longer - and Sugawara because he’s pretty sensitive! If we look past the fact that Yamaguchi is the one getting tickled the most, I do think Sugawara would be the more ticklish one in this duo~

6. who can stand being tickled longer?

Yamaguchi~ combining all of the things I’ve said: likes being tickled, Sugawara tickles him tactically, Sugawara is more ticklish and Yamaguchi only has a few sweet spots - there’s no doubt in my mind that Yamaguchi could be tickled for hours without any major difficulties tbh

7. who’s more sensitive to soft or hard tickles?

Soft tickles absolutely wreck Yamaguchi because they’re the worst for him. Harder tickles are, somehow, much easier to handle for him because Sugawara can only squeeze as hard until it starts actually hurting, while soft tickles seem to play with every single nerve ending he has and Yamaguchi loses it

Unlike Yamaguchi, the harder the touch, the more hysterical Suga becomes! Soft tickles only cause him to giggle and squirm around, while hard tickles make the poor guy buck and trash around, hardly able to breathe due to his laughter. It takes Yamaguchi a long time to get used to that fun fact, but once he does, Sugawara is a ✨ goner ✨

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