#I am already in desperate need of a haircut

[thatnewtype]

some more

[bitchimasnake-sss]

unwinding after a long day ft. r.zoro!

in which, after a long day, he comes right back to you <3

ft. zoro x fem!reader

set-up: its been a tiring day for him, good thing you're right here to offer your services (wink wink)

warnings: both sfw/nsfw headcanons for this dumbass; nsfw stuff includes penetration, cowgirl, just him being a smexy mf aah <3; MDNI (thankyou so much)

sfw!!

- the amount of training this guy does actually scares me to death - like nice arms babe but please calm down. please. - so anyways, after a long day of training and sleeping and training and more sleeping and fighting off random pirate fleets, this fine specimen is bound to be tired - i am not kidding when i say he just wants to fall asleep like a log - "zo, you sleep like 10 hours a day" you pout as he lays down on your shared bed, already drifting into a sound slumber "i would like to sleep for 10 more" he grumbles, putting his hand over his eyes. - you are now wondering if maybe chopper should check him up, cause there's no way this man is fr - but let me tell you no matter how fucking sleepy he is, if you're talking about something (no matter how nonsensical), he will stay up and listen to it all - his eyes are closed, his chest rising and lowering in a repetitive symphony and you stop mid-sentence, realizing that he must be asleep "and what happened next?" his voice is nonchalant, as if there was no reason for you to stop talking "i thought you- were asleep" you mumble "bullshit." he glances at you, ignoring your bright grin, "finish up, now. i can't stay up the whole night, can i?" - so now you both have come a meticulous pre-arrangement. - you both would stumble through the door, legs heavy and eyelids heavier - his head is on your chest as he lays on top of you (how is he not crushing you? idk. if i knew that much physics id do something else than writing fanfics, stop attacking me) - as i said, his head is on your chest, one of his hand intertwining with yours. your fingers run through his scalp, slowly massaging as you recount your day for him "and then, nami told sanji that he needs a haircut and he got offended" "hm?" zoro's eyes are trained on your face and for a second you wonder if the pink dusting your cheeks is evident under the pale moonlight - it must be because he presses a chaste kiss to your knuckles and then closes his eyes with a low hum - you've decided this zoro, the one who's too tired to put up with his stoic demeanor is your favourite - because only you get to see him - his soft smiles as he pulls you closer to him, his annoyed sigh when you get too hot and push him away (he will pull you back like 2 seconds later, so it was of no use anyways), his droopy eyes as he struggles to stay awake and decided to kiss you to shut you up and falls asleep a second later - ugh we are all hoes for soft zoro 🥱🥱

nsfw!!

- on a few ocassional nights, his hand will skim over your tits, lightly running over your hardening nipples and then trace downwards to your waist "chopper was so confu-" your breath hitches, "zo- zoro?" he hums, fingers hiking up your shirt slowly, "keep talkin'" - and so you keep talking while he continues his administrations - his calloused fingers are tugging on your hardened nipple as his lightly runs his tongue over the other. his touch is fleeting, it comes and goes in waves and you're having a hard time keeping your thoughts straight - he looks up at you, "i said keep talking, didn't i?" - then he's flipping you over so that he's on his back and you're on top of him - and he's kissing your neck, breathing against your neck as he makes you sit on his thigh, you can feel his muscles under your core hot - you're rutting on his thigh, desperately aching for some satisfaction from the layers of clothes that separate you two - "zoro" you whine, "i- you. i need you." you undo his pants, stroking his dick as it comes into view - his calloused touch is pulling you downwards and he watches with a strange amusement as his dick stretches you open, disappearing into you with a practiced ease - "mhm, feel good?" his hands are still on your waist, bouncing you up and down on his dick. his hand grabs ahold of your face, squishing your face into a forced pout, "answer me, baby." - "ngh- yes, yes, fuuc- k fuck-" you nod feverishly, your own hand playing with your tits, giving it the attention he refused to give you - at one point he removes his hands and tucks them behind his head, watching mesmerized as breasts move up and down with each shallow thrust, how your ass slapped against his skin when you came down and how your head was thrown back as sweat dripped off your collarbone - "fu-" he groans, turning you around again so that your back is against the bed again - he's fucking in and out of you, dick slipping out accidentally because of the slickness "fuck, do you see how wet you are?" "zoroo~ please, please-" "that's right, keep moaning my fuckin' name like that" he's pushing it back in, resuming his cruel pace - "inside. im gon' cum inside, okay?" you nod, head thrown back from the feeling of having your walls stretched out and fucked into - he collapses on top of you, breathing into the cranny of your neck, "that was so good, baby" - you fell asleep with sweat clinging onto your body and a sticky, hot fluid seeping out onto your thigh - he can get you cleaned up in the morning (after another round or two ig?)

a/n: well... that was long, hope you enjoyed lmao

[octuscle]

Now open under new management (remake)

Edward Parker III rolled down the car window a crack. Peter, his driver, had switched off the air conditioning to save fuel. The fuel gauge was practically at 0.00. Here, in the middle of nowhere, they had no mobile network. The last Google message said that a petrol station would appear at some point. And Peter claimed that it should open in five minutes. Open from 10:40 am. Strange opening times. Edward's stomach grumbled. Something had gone wrong at breakfast. The car desperately needed a gas pump. And he needed a toilet just as badly. Then, like an oasis in the desert, a building appeared in the middle of endless cornfields and pastures full of stupidly staring cattle. It was 10:39:50 a.m. when Peter steered the car into the dusty gas station with the last drop of gas. At 10:40 sharp, Edward yanked open the car door and jumped out. And the moment his spotless Oxfords touched the ground, the neon sign flashed. Open!

Edward ran towards the little store where the neon sign was shining. He was far too intent on not wetting his pants to notice the leather soles of his shoes turning into a firm rubber tread. When he pushed the door handle down, he got something like an electric shock. He didn't care. The store was empty. His palm became calloused. His fingernails were black. There was a door at the back labeled "Private". Hopefully there was a toilet there. Thank God the door was open. And thank God there was a toilet. In the middle of a room full of tools, car tires and packages. It stank miserably. But Edward didn't care at all. He had already undone his belt while running, unzipped his trousers, pulled them down and dropped onto the dirty toilet seat at the last moment. And he had to shit like never before in his life. The stench was overwhelming. But the relief was immense. Edward finally relaxed again. But only for a second. Then his eyes fell on the dirty biker boots. They contained a pair of completely filthy jeans, pulled down as far as they would go. And what was even more irritating: his right hand was the hand of a construction worker, the sleeve of his shirt had disappeared. And the fabric of the right sleeve of his jacket was also coming undone. And on his chest and back, the color changed from a navy blue to a washed-out red. What the hell was going on here?

Even greater than the panic was the disgust at the stench. His left hand, still freshly manicured, reached for the toilet flush. And again he was hit by an electric shock. Panicked, he watched as his fingernails became dirty and his hand calloused. Edward's gaze fell between his legs. That wasn't his circumcised, shaved penis. That was a cheesy, hairy cock. Much bigger than it normally was. Edward had to get out of here! He hastily wiped his ass. A tight, hairy ass, sitting there on a familiar toilet seat. A man needs a good place to shit. Hehehe, this was a good place to shit. Stumbling, Edward stood up, his head spinning. He looked in the mirror. That was still his head. But the rest of him? His stiff white collar and tie knot vanished into thin air, revealing a well-toned chest. The last remnants of the finest navy blue wool on his upper left arm disappeared, and the transformation of his jacket into a washed-out and worn-out tank top was complete. I look like a fucking hillbilly, were his last thoughts before he grew a scruffy three-day fuzzy beard. His $100 haircut became a home-cut mullet. Damn, the greasy hair hadn't been washed in a while.

Loud honking from outside. "Damn, I've taken a shit! Can't you wait?" Edward shouted. He wiped his hands on the dirty cloth stuck in his pants. Washing hands was for sissies in the city. He entered the yard of his gas station.

Hehehe, he knew the dirty truck that was parked there at the gas pump. "Pete's services of all kinds" was written on the door. And Pete Jr. was hanging in the cab with a visible bulge. "Eddy, don't you always promise the best service at your gas station?" said Pete with a grin. Ed spat out the chewing tobacco and licked his lips. "Go ahead, gas station attendant. The belt buckle won't undo itself!"

Full service and guaranteed customer satisfaction. That's what Ed's gas station was famous for.

[kivedreams]

I have 7k+ on a fic that was supposed to be 4k max, I am letting my delusions go wild, a spoiler:

here's the final product :p

idol namjoon x f. reader, f is latina and poc (and this is completely unedited i mean it )

Just a the moment you thought the party was dying down they arrived, is not like you hated the idea of having a party, but this week has been hard on you, nothing went exactly as you planned, having your thesis send back two times in a row, draw you down, that thesis was the last thing between you and your PHD, you knew it was going to be hard, but god it really was testing you, of course you were happy for NamJoon today was a big day for him, he was finally releasing the book that he always wanted to publish a full guide on Joseon era artwork focused on its influece of todays art, Namjoon was really proud of korean artists, so being able to pay homage to them was a big thing for him and for you, because namjoon happiness was part of your own. 

The tight red dress that you were wearing might have been a bit too much, but it was namjoon’s gift, it might have been tighter because you had put on some weight due to the stress of this months, going to the gym or doing any type of exercise was the last thing on you mind. You would be lying if you did not admit that, it was one of the things that were making you feel insecure tonight, your relationship was already hard, nobody believed that namjoon the first born child of a korean family, the leader of the most successful kpop group and now namjoon the writer would settle for you, a latin woman of color, that did not appeal to a single one of the korean standards, you weren't insecure by namjoon’s feelings, but you were insecure on how everyone else feelings and prejudices might influence his decisions, is not like you were desperate for the ring, you really didn't need it, nor were you prepared for marriage, but sometimes it feel like the only thing that could silenced all the voices in your head, all the social media talk, and of course everyone around you. 

“Y/N?” he called for you, you were still in the balcony of the apartment, seated in the light brown handmade chair, you purchase for the space, with a glass of wine enjoying the seoul night, a slight breeze, and of course the beauty, of the balcony, namjoon and you have crafted together, a lot of plants were everywhere accompany by artworks and souvenirs that both of you have collected through the years, some on your travels together some alone.

“Yes, darling” you responded looking at him, namjoon was a handsome man, you loved that haircut in him, and his choice of clothing today was a masterpiece, that beige suit with a purple bottom up was a perfect mix. He looked at you with confusion in his eyes, he quickly brushed that look a way and say,

“My parents are here, they're asking for you” are they? was the only thing in your mind

You walked to him with a smile taking his hands, to greet them, a most of the guest that have arrived since you little rendezvous to the balcony, you were begging that nobody would notice your weight, your thighs were clearly giving a show in that dress, god I hope the concealer is strong enough to cover the sleep bags in my eyes, do I still have lipstick on?.

“Y/N! His father greeted you “You look beautiful tonight! How is your thesis going? Are you close to the finish line? "His father always looked happy to see you, but was he?

“Mr. Kim! Thank you! And yes I'm close to the finish line, if everything goes as planned, I will be able to present it in a few weeks” You responded with a smile giving him a hug and doing the same with his mother. She always looked at you, at your hair with curiosity  of course 4B coils were not the norm in Korea, but Korean beauty standards weren't going to pressure you into hating your beautiful hair.

After polite talks  and greetings  for a whole night with people that were close to both of you, in professional and personal level, the night was over, Namjoon and you finished saying good bye to the last guest and his agent, the night was a success, as you knew it would be, Namjoon never fails to amaze you, you saw him the whole night , moving around and enchanting everyone, you get it, you too were enchanted by him.

Finally being able to get rid of the uncomfortable shoes and the red lace around your waist that made the dress even tighter, letting namjoon in the living room, talking with the service that was in charge of getting everything clean up and tidy again, walking straight to your room, dreaming of the comfort of your bed, you forgot all the things that were placed on top of it, because you didn't trust any of the frail art pieces to be in the open while everybody drank and mingle, with not other option, you moved to the balcony, walking down to the kitchen first taking a glass of wine with you and politely smiling to the service, namjoon was out of your sight.

Sitting on the cold floor of the balcony letting your hair free from the detailed bun that it was made into, enjoying the silence and peace of the night. You felt empty, maybe too much stress plus the insecurities in your relationship were passing you the bills, in a few months you would be 30, and if you get your PHD granted, working as a full time curator in the national art museum of seoul, just what you wanted, but was namjoon on your side for it? you didn't know.

[col-islander43]

Haircut

Mat Barzal x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: {1,033}

"No, you're not." was your immediate response after Mat walked into your shared bedroom, claiming he was getting a haircut.

He stopped in his tracks, his brows drew together, and a pout formed on his lips as he stared at you in confusion. Trying to keep it together, you asked "What's wrong?"

Shaking his head, a sigh escaping his lips as he continued walking toward the bathroom "Nothing. My mom said the same thing when I told her I was getting my hair cut. It's just a bit creepy."

Joining him in the bathroom, you sat on the counter as he got out everything he needed to shave, he liked doing it the traditional way. There wasn't much to shave, just a bit of stubble, but he got used to having his face clean-shaven. So against your wishes, he was going to shave, you loved his facial hair and you were open about it.

"How about you sleep on it and make a decison tomorrow?" you bit your lip to suppress your smile when he gave you the same look from before as he applied shaving cream to his face.

"Babe, I already decided. I'm getting my hair cut on Friday I just have to make the appointment." Stepping in between your legs he handed you the razor, knowing you loved helping him shave even if you loved his facial hair more.

You had until Friday to convince him to not cut his hair since today was Tuesday "It's not fair, you know? You shave your beard, and you'll cut your hair which by the way didn't grow that much, what am I supposed to look forward too?" the teasing tone lacing your voice seemed to escape your boyfriend as he stared at you with his mouth wide open.

"You did not just say that!" his disbelieving tone and facial expression made laughter burst out of your mouth, hiding your face in his chest, careful to avoid the shaving cream.

You placed a couple of pecks on his exposed collarbone before looking up at him again "I'm kidding, love. I find it unfair because when I cut my hair you throw a fit for days."

"That's diff-" he cut off his sentence when you leveled him with a look that spoke for you. "Ok. I can't promise that my decison will change, but I'll sleep on it, only because you asked. Now give me a kiss, I'm getting touch starved."

You were about to protest, but before you could get the words out he had given you a peck on the lips which resulted in shaving cream covering small parts of your face.

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Laying on your side you watched the sun shining through the blinds, gently caressing Mat's face and highlighting all his features that you loved. Like every morning, you softly traced all his features with your thumb, the other hand raking through his hair, careful not to wake him up.

"I think you've memorized my whole face, you probably already had it memorized the first week you stayed over." His gruff morning voice startled you even if he was whispering.

"I'm sorry if I woke you." You slowly retracted your hands, placing them on his chest but Mat wasn't pleased with that decision. He pulled you closer, shaking his head as he placed your hands in their previous positions.

"You didn't wake me, but I'll get upset if you stop all the caressing. I'm feeling loved." The boyish grin that took over his face told you he was teasing you, but you continued your caressing because you liked doing it.

"You are loved. I love you. And I'll tell you every chance I get. Also, if you really want to get a haircut I'll suck it up and accept it, but your mom said she'll disown you." your voice was slightly above a whisper as he opened his eyes, confusion taking over his features.

"I love you too, but when did you talk to my mom?"

You chuckled when his lips formed into a pout, pecking his lips you caressed his brow "Yesterday. After you called her and went to the store to buy the cookies you claim are for me but eat your weight in. She sounded desperate and I can't blame her."

His jaw dropped as he softly pinched your waist "What's that supposed to mean?! Also they are good cookies."

You shrugged your shoulders trying to come up with a good answer "Baby, you're pretty, you're gorgeous, you're handsome just the way you are. You don't need a haircut."

He kissed your forehead as a way of thanking you before quickly pulling back "Hey! Don't avoid the question."

"I'm not avoiding the question." You definitely were "You don't need a haircut, it's a decent length." you gently pulled a couple of strands before pecking his lips "Especially after what happened last time." you murmured under your breath.

"What did you say? Speak up, sweetheart." He said the words in a low voice, the smirk on his face revealing he heard you loud and clear.

"Nothing." You looked down avoiding his gaze, but that didn't last long because he placed his finger under your chin lifting your gaze. He shook his head telling you he wasn't going to let this go.

"Speak up, baby."

His words made you squirm slightly, he knew exactly what he was doing "I said, especially after what happened last time. We're both a bit scared, babe. You said you were going to trim the ends and then you came back bald."

He burst out laughing, rolling onto his back and dragging you with him so you could lay on his chest "I wasn't bald."

You hid your face in the crook of his neck as your face slightly reddened "There's a difference between trimming the ends and getting a buzz cut. If you really want to get a hair cut I can trim your ends."

He pulled away slightly, his brows drawn together "You can do that? Why don't I know this?"

"I can trim ends I have done it before. And you never asked."

"We have been together for 2 years, how can I not know that?"

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Hi, Hi. School finished a couple of weeks ago so I'll try and post more.

Feedback is appreciated, hope you guys enjoyed!

[thefangirlinsideofme]

Kai's had his fair share of relationships; and he's had his fair share of talks. So fair in fact, that he couldn't help but notice a depressing pattern. The words.

The first time he'd heard the words, he'd simply nodded, sat down and looked expectantly at his then girlfriend. She'd been all fidgety and small and in the end Kai had been single. No big deal.

The first few times after that, they had still just been words. But then they'd caused dread spreading in his guts and then he started hoping that not this time and in the end, his partners hadn't even had time to say the words before Kai defeatedly hung his head.

Logan had been the last one. They'd come round to Kai's with a soft smile and light steps, sitting down next to him carefully before they'd said the dreaded words. Kai'd nodded understandingly, "It's okay, I get it."

Logan had been confused, "Oh, I haven't even-"

But Kai knew, always the same old same old. "You're dumping me, it's fine."

So Logan had squeezed his hand and left the house.

Never again, is what Kai'd sworn then and there. But then came the ninja. And with the ninja came Cole.

Because of Kai's insecurities concerning his talent at relationships, it took some time for them to get together, but in the end Cole's persistence trumped Kai's fear. And he was glad it did. They were very happy. Or so he thought.

Which is why he hadn't expected to hear those words again; and so soon at that.

"Kai, we need to talk."

His blood ran cold, he dropped his controller. With a pale face and wide eyes, Kai turned to his boyfriend who leaned against the door to the living room. The videogame's music was happily droning on in the background but to Kai it sounded like twisted laughter.

"Already?" he whispered sadly.

Cole pushed away from the door and came over to the couch, "Listen-"

"No, wait!" Kai'd be damned if he let Cole go that easily. Not this time. He was going to fight the words. "Wait. Before you continue, I have been practicing my steps with Nya and I promise I'm getting better, so we can go dancing soon, alright? And- and I've decided you get full music control in the car-"

"That's great, Kai-"

"We don't have to alternate; it's all you, everytime. Oh and I've made Zane show me how to use the iron, yeah? So I can totally do that for you, I don't iron my clothes, I kinda don't give a damn but I can iron yours? If you wanted?"

"No, that won't be-"

"Uh, and look, tomorrow I'll go get a haircut. You said I should and I will. Good? Do we still need to talk?"

"Well, yes." Cole tilted his head to the side, confused. Kai had hopefully reached out for Cole's hands to squeeze between his fingers but dropped them sadly when Cole didn't seem to defer to what Kai offered.

"But I promise I'm trying! I really am! I don't know what else- what do you need me to do? Tell me and I'll do it! A hundred times! A thousand!"

He was desperate now. Had he really fucked up already? That must be a new record.

"Kai, what are you on about?" Cole scooted a little closer to the Master of Fire and put a gentle hand on his thigh. Kai barely even noticed.

"It's only been eleven days! At least give me a month, I'll show you, I promise!"

Kai wasn't looking at him, so Cole carefully reached out to cup his boyfriends face, "Show me what?"

"That I can be a good boyfriend!"

"But, firefly, you are a good boyfriend!"

"I am?"

"Yes!"

Kai paused. This didn't make sense. He sniffled.

"Well, then why are you dumping me?"

Cole shook his head. "Who told you I'm dumping you?" He reached out to wipe at a tear on Kai's cheek, "Was it Jay? I swear his jokes are getting worse by the minute."

"But you said we needed to talk."

"Yes, because there is something I need to talk to you about."

Kai eyes got wide and wet again, "Is it the end of our relationship?"

"No, smokey! I just wanted to ask you to keep your open hair gel away from my desk."

Kai blinked at Cole with his big eyes. "That's it?" he whispered.

"That's it, love."

The relief was instant. Kai crumbled in Cole's arms. "Oh my God, yes. Of course! I'll throw them out, I'll burn them! In fact, I'm never styling my hair again! None of that stuff anywhere near you. None of it!"

Cole laughed and pushed a hand through Kai's hair, "Just keep the containers closed and off my sketches, please."

"Promise," Kai blew out in a long breath.

"Why did you think a talk means breaking up?"

"Fair share of talks, I guess."

"I'm not dumping you."

"You're not dumping me."

"Never, firecracker."

"Does that mean I still get to kiss you anytime I want?"

Cole laughed, "Yes, that means you still get to-"

He couldn't finish his sentence before Kai leaned forward and silenced him with a long kiss.

[wordsifelt]

I have finished the season and I'm so glad I watched it. Of course I loved all these characters, but I want to talk abt Alastor.

Alastor is kinda a mystery (i don't know if theres further lore I've only watched the pilot and season 1), but he's the kind of mysterious that makes me curious. I want to replay every second to see the way his expression changes subtly. He's got a huge grin on his face constantly but he's one of the most expressive character in the show.

I love the aroace rep, I love how intentional it is. It's brought up again and again in the show. And I hope they explore it further. I hope he builds meaningful connections (friendships, family or general acquaintances) with the rest of he cast. It already seems like it's going down that path.

I need to know more about him. Why's he so desperate? What deal did he make? Why does he do the radio thing? Where tf did he get that haircut?

I want to see his story. I mean sure yea he's murderous and evil, but so's everyone else in the show in their own way. And I think since the point of the show is redemption and working on yourself, he should eventually veer that way too.

I am obsessed with this show.

[gaybananabread]

☾༺Just a Bit Longer༻☽

~So I’ve been brainrotting over RW&RB for a solid month now. The goblins need a walk, and I cannot productivity until they get one. I love these two’s dynamic; they’re just so silly. Not my best work, but writer’s block be damned; I needed to post something this week. This is completely self-indulgent, but if it’s your thing, I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Alex

Ler: Henry

Summary: Alex is overworking himself, going late into the night and working hours without breaks. Sick of his lover’s dreadful work-life management, Henry takes it upon himself to get Alex to sleep.

Warnings: mild Red, White & Royal Blue spoilers! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Life for Alex Claremont-Diaz was the best it had ever been. Henry came over almost daily from his Brownstone, and he finally felt like he had a definite idea of where his life was headed. The only downside: he was still in school.

The NYU Law course was a bit more rigorous than he’d expected, but it was definitely what he wanted. Sure, that meant long, painful hours of reviewing for extremely difficult exams, discovering that tort is a real word, and trying to figure out a system for coursework that didn’t make his brain want to explode.

His sleep schedule was already shit, so he didn’t think any of it would be a problem. If he just pulled a few all-nighters and pumped out some late-night essays, he’d be fine. What he didn’t think about, however, was how Henry would take it.

Alex was working late on another essay, running off of coffee and pure determination. He hadn’t meant to put it off, but with the three exams he’d had that week, his mind was a scattered mess.

Henry had put up with it for most of the night, but as two AM rolled around, his understanding had run dry, replaced by concern.

Knocking the “shave and a haircut” pattern on his lover’s door, Henry entered the room. He was immediately greeted with the strong smell of coffee and desperation.

There sat his boyfriend, hunched over a computer with a half-eaten ham sandwich (he couldn’t handle turkey anymore) by his side. The blonde couldn’t help the sad sigh that escaped him.

Alex looked up, his glasses nearly all the way down on his nose. It was unfairly cute, though Henry shoved that feeling down for the moment.

“Uh…hey, Hen. Not done yet; gimme, like, another half-hour.” Alex’s gaze was back on his computer in seconds.

Henry rubbed his temples, already feeling a headache brew. For once, why couldn’t Alex just use common sense?

“Alex, darling. It’s two in the morning. You need to sleep.”

Alex scoffed, not stopping for even a second. “Says you. You stay up later than I do most of the time.” While that wasn’t untrue, Henry’s problems were because of insomnia. Alex was just a stubborn asshole.

“Look, I’m going to be brutally honest here. You look terrible, you seem exhausted, and the bags under your eyes could fit the entirety of the Royal Wardrobe. Go. To. Sleep.”

Henry laid things out bluntly, crossing his arms. It was meant to leave little room for negotiation, but defying Henry’s expectations was Alex’s special talent.

“This is due at eight AM…uh, today. I’ve only got six hours to finish this thing, but I’m almost done. I promise, just a bit longer.” This would have been more comforting if Alex hadn’t already said that three times.

“Alex, please. If you sleep now, I’ll wake you up at six, and we’ll work on it together. It hurts to see you like this, dear.” He used pet names, trying to sway Alex to listen. It was a last-ditch effort; if he still refused, Henry didn’t have much of a plan left. Sure enough, he did.

“It’s fine, Henry. I’m all good, just a little spacy. I promise, the moment I’m done, I’ll eat your face. Okay, baby?” Alex flipped the other man’s strategy back on him, hoping to fully bury the concern. He was fine: end of story.

For Henry, though, the tale was just beginning. He racked his brain, searching for anything to help him get Alex to cooperate. He could only remember one time anyone was successful.

Alex had invited him to the White House for June’s birthday party. As the night dragged on, everyone but Alex was drunk and exhausted. To tire him out, June had employed some rather…unconventional methods.

Methods that would be extremely useful to him at that moment.

Casually approaching his boyfriend, Henry put a hand on the laptop. Then, after making sure the work was saved, he closed it. He pointedly ignored Alex’s scoff and protests, grabbing his chin and pulling him in for a kiss. Alex still squirmed, though a smile was breaking out on his face.

That was all Henry needed to continue. He gripped Alex under his thighs, lifting the man up and plopping him down on his nearby bed.

A surprised sound left him, his cheeks gaining a nearly imperceptible red hue. He was expecting some push-back from Henry, but nothing this active.

“Just couldn’t wait for me, could you~?” Alex weteased, starting to sit up on the bed. Henry was quick to stop that, grabbing Alex’s arms and pinning them above his head.

Before his lover could make another joke, Henry tapped a few fingers on his side. That shut him up, if only for a second.

“Henry, I swear to fucking god, if you try anything-” He was cut off when Henry squeezed his side, resulting in an indignant squeak.

“Sorry, dear, but I’m afraid I already have~” With that, Henry clawed his fingers into Alex’s stomach, straddling him.

The tired man tried to bite his lip, but the coffee wasn’t quite enough to give him that energy. A few giggles slipped out, quickly followed by tiny curses.

“What’s the matter, Alex? Something bothering you?” Henry chuckled, leaning down further to try and hold him still.

Kicking and squirming, Alex tried anything to get away from the evil fingers. He was tired, though; his brain was moving at half-speed and felt like it was running through soup.

“Gehehet ohoff me, youhuhu prihick!” Henry has decided to move up to his ribs, scritching and scratching between each bone.

Even on a good day, it’d be hard for Alex to get out from under him. With no sleep, coffee fumes and pure spite, he had no chance.

“Why on Earth would I do that? I’m quite comfortable here. Besides, you seem to be enjoying yourself, if that blush is any indication,” Henry taunted, jutting his chin out. He didn’t really need to, but it was a sure-fire way to rile Alex.

“Fuhuhuck off! Hehenry, I swehehear- quihit!” Alex tried to bury his face in his shoulder, though he only drew attention to a new target. Henry leaned down, blowing a raspberry on his boyfriend’s neck. Alex would rather die than repeat the squeal that left him.

“Wow, Alex. Perhaps the Barbara Streisand accusation wasn't so far off,” he teased, his voice about as smug than Alex had ever heard it.

The typically witty man was in giggly shambles, trying his best not to sound like a child. He wasn’t very successful.

“SHUHUhut uhup, youhu douche!!” Laughing like a toddler, Alex was still pumping out insults. Henry was about to put a stop to that. Going for the kill, he hooked his thumbs into Alex's hip divots, kneading and squeezing the area.

That seemed to work quite well.

“GAH- HEHENRY! You- YAHAHA! FAHAHACK!” The law student lost his shit, practically cackling under his boyfriend.

Alex arched his back off the bed, only bucking into the ticklish feeling. There was no room in his mind for witt; the best he could do was “fuck fuck fuck it tickles oh my god-”

Hearts practically formed in Henry’s eyes at the adorably hysteric reaction. Still, as cute as it was, he had a mission.

“This all ends the moment you agree to rest. Or…would you like me to continue? I bet I could just tickle you senseless all night. You’d surely be exhausted then, wouldn’t you?”

Alex couldn’t even get a word out, shaking his head as he laughed. His curls went wild, getting in his eyes and puffing up. Henry wanted to brush it from his eyes, but he had to keep his priorities in order. There would be time for fawning over him later.

“HEHENRY! PLEHE- snrk” It took a solid minute, but Alex’s resolve was weakening. He was already tired beforehand, and laughing his ass off wasn’t helping. The squirming had died down almost completely, snorts slipping into the lax cackles.

While it wasn’t an agreement, the Prince could tell that his lover would be out in seconds. Henry stopped, switching to gentle traces down his sides. The first son tried to calm down, a steady stream of giggles pouring from his lips.

“H-hoholy shihihit… Thahat was evil.” He tried taking some deep breaths, rubbing his cheeks. Alex hadn’t laughed that hard in a while. He was close to just passing out right there, pure exhaustion hitting him like a freight train.

“Possibly. You deserved it, though.” Henry leaned down, gently kissing his curved lips. This sight was one of his new favorites: Alex, his toned skin flushed, practically a puddle of giggles beneath him.

Alex flipped him the bird before melting into the kiss. He weakly pulled his boyfriend down, snuggling against him. He’d all but forgotten about his essay, eyes closed the moment he laid still; the poor guy was wiped. It wasn’t terrible by any means, but all his energy was gone.

Carefully grabbing his phone, Henry set an alarm for six AM.

They’d finish that research paper; he was certain of that. With a bit of sleep, Alex would be a writing machine. True, the slightly rushed grammar would be atrocious, but that’s what Henry was there for. Pulling the sheets up over them both, Henry breathed a happy sigh.

“Good night, love.”

[kentsjohnson91]

i present to you: shea’s favorite lines/dialogue from her fics:

“they remain more steady, but i don’t mind carrying them for awhile.” - trace the outline of your dreams, you’ll always be a flower on my skin (will smith).

“your eyes left his, ‘you wanna know why i came over? i came over to see you because i love the way you look at me. or the way you used to look at me. you used to look at me and it was like you could see the potential for good things. and i really wanted to be a good thing. more than i wanted to be with you. i wanted to be whatever it was you saw when you looked at me. because all i ever see are the things that make me sick,’ you laughed sadly, ‘but i guess you and i are finally on the same page, huh? when you look at me... you just see the same shit i see. you and i are finally looking at the same ugly thing’.” - can the killer in me tame the fire in you (luke hughes)?

"it’s pathetic really, how much i still hope it's you and me in the end." - i am sick of the chase, but i’m stupid in love (luke hughes).

“you couldn’t help but admire him as he scrolled through, his radiant green eyes focused hard on the menu in front of him. you tried not to stare, but a wisp of his blond hair fell over his eyes, and as he moved his hand to brush it behind his ear, you couldn’t help but notice that he needed a haircut. he was already attractive, but maybe that could make him more attractive.” - the babysitters’ club (kent johnson).

“you felt tears slipping down your cheeks, mingling with the kiss, and you knew he could taste the salt, just as you could feel his sadness in the way he held you. your kiss was desperate, filled with the longing of everything left unsaid, every unfulfilled promise, every dream you had built together and were now leaving behind.” - if i could give you the moon, i would give you the moon (kent johnson).

“for awhile, connor thought he could’ve saved you. he thought his love for you was enough to show you the beauty and goodness of the world which can so often be cruel. connor loved you in many ways, and the fact is that the blue-eyed boy could've loved you in an infinite number of ways, but really, he could've never loved you in a way that was enough to make you stay.” - last words of a shooting star (connor bedard).

“adam’s heart sank as he watched you crumble in front of him. he wished he could take it back, but the damage was done. ‘i’m sorry,’ he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of your crying, ‘i’m so sorry’.” - you say we’re small and not worth the mention (adam fantilli).

“time seemed to stop to stand still as you explored each other, learning the curves and lines of each other’s bodies, memorizing the taste and feel of each kiss. it was as if the both of you were making up for all the moments that you had kept your feelings hidden.” - we were listening to lover’s rock (luke evangelista).

“he stared at your gravestone, his heart aching with everything left unsaid. the small ring in his hand felt heavier than ever, bearing the weight of the promise he never got to make. slowly, cutter lifted it to his lips, kissing it gently as a final gesture of love, a goodbye he never thought he'd have to give.” - i was sad you asked it, as i laid in a black dress (cutter gauthier).

[shouldiusemyname]

I have been sitting in my car for almost 10 days, but now I am ready, I am here.

THIS IS BOSTON!

What can I say? I am in love with this character. I have all my Boston eggs safely resting in my Boston Basket™ and I am here to chew your ears off about how I was right. Muhahahaha!

But seriously, Boston is finally understanding the importance of having a Nick in your life.

As I have already established in my previous manic Boston posts, Boston needs acceptance. Boston is a child in desperate need of boundaries. Furthermore, he needs to know that he will not be abandoned when crossing or pushing those boundaries. He is not getting that from his father, so he goes out looking for it outside.

This leads him to testing every boundary set by everyone he considers important. See, the more someone is of significance in our lives, the more we wish to test the boundaries of our relationship with them. We expect consequences, but we push because we know it is safe. We know we will not be banished for pushing a boundary, because we assume the love and trust we have with that person is unconditional. Those relationships are the spaces that allow us to grow and discover ourselves.

Boston is trying so hard, but he's stuck in a loop. He keeps pushing and hurting, but all he is getting from his friends is a push back. They are rolling the pain back onto him. Boston however, doesn't want the pain, he wants the acceptance. So, he disconnects to avoid the pain, and attacks back creating more pain and so on. He keeps doing the same thing and expecting a different result from his friends, but they are so far up their own asses (as 22 year olds usually are) that they don't have the emotional capacity to contain and understand him (also, objectively being a shitty friend is a bit of an issue here).

AND THEN CAME NICK

Oh my gawd that man is an angel. Nick is a genius and I will not be surprised to find out he is gifted.

He knows Boston so well, and he has been controlling him since their first interaction at the store. Nick understands how Boston works. He keeps giving him tiny rewards.

Nick first starts building trust by revealing embarrassing info about himself (the haircut/makeover story in the darkroom). Nick constantly keeps Boston on his toes by going left when Boston expects him to go right. Boston expects Nick to always want more than he is willing to give, but Nick keeps giving him an out.

Nick wants Boston to realize that having a relationship with Nick is what HE wants, and believe me he does.

Since the beginning, Boston has been coming back to Nick over and over again because Nick is giving him what he truly needs - acceptance.

Nick keeps confronting Boston with his BS but he never accuses. He's there to provide Boston with a mirror and say "look, this is who you are. Yes you have done some nasty things, but that's life." And that's where he stops. There is no hurt thrown back at Boston by Nick, because Nick is able to contain that pain.

Nick breaks the loop Boston is stuck in by choosing to react differently. Their final conversation this ep was the perfect example.

Nick asks a simple question taking genuine interest in Boston. However Boston, still deep in the loop processing his friends' reaction, snaps back.

At this point (Mark comes through with the face journey) it is so clearly shown as Nick absorbs the impact of Boston's attack, takes a deep breath, processes, and responds not with an attack or rejection but with understanding.

Only then does Boston feel safe to open up because he knows he will not be rejected or judged.

Nick is able to see that whatever shit Boston has done is only about Boston, not anyone else. Which is why he is able to do what all the others are unable to - step the fuck aside and realize this is not about them.

This is where Boston finally breaks. Nick has proven over and over again that he is there for him. He loves him unconditionally through all the BS. That's why he feels the need to say this:

That elusive "thing" that Boston was going back to over and over again? That "thing" that he was getting from Nick and not anyone else? That's unconditional love and acceptance.

Finally, to end this I just want to say one more thing people - if there's one thing to be gained from this show, it's the realization that we need more grace in our lives. So when someone's being a piece of shit, just step the fuck aside and understand that it's not about you. And then, if you have the capacity, ask them what they need to feel better about whatever it is that's going on in their life.

As always, thank you for visiting my tiny soapbox. And a special thank you to @plantsarepeopletoo and @rocketturtle4 for everything really 💜💜💜

[eowynstwin]

u know my biggest gripe with reboot mw3?? the fact that both shepherd AND graves came back for literally no reason... the "jokes on you... i was never there to begin with!!!" trope they pulled with graves is already annoying but then he didn't really do anything LMAO (the most he did was create tension between farah and price and they didn't delve into that like at all other than one conversation that lasted all of three minutes if that)

at least shepherd had potential to be an interesting party in this game but then again they goofed up his part in the story too because he isn't integrated into anything worthwhile

just. man. they goofed this story up HARD there was so much potential for the story to be good but then they shoved three games worth of story into a 3 hour campaign

Yeah Graves and Shepherd were dummy grenades at best. Neither of them paid off as secondary antagonists. This game desperately needed to be two separate games, each twice the length, in which first Shepherd and the Shadows could be dealt with and then Makarov and the Ultranationalists.

IF I were rewriting mw3. Which I am not. But IF.

Makarov would show up once or twice as a prison transfer of some sort at most, MAYBE with a flashback mission to demonstrate what he was capable of at the height of his power. He was not alluded to enough in mw2 to present a credible threat—the reboot relies far too much on the original trilogy to foreshadow its plot. Why the fuck should I care about this squirrely frat bro I've never heard of? I know fuck all about the OG Makarov and I am not going to waste more of my precious time on this green earth watching three more games stuffed even more full of anti-Arab prejudice and pro-US imperialist propaganda.

I digress. Makarov's face would be shown in my mw3, but he would not be as active as he is in "canon". Instead, Shadow company, Graves, and Shepherd would take center stage as antagonists—I would utilize their alliance with the ULF to heighten the tension between Price and Farah. Shadow company would be taking advantage of the ULF's need for its support, perhaps, and meanwhile antagonizing Russian outfits on the outskirts of Urzikstan which are meant to serve as either surveillance or reconnaissance for a second invasion.

I imagine, coincidentally, those Russian outfits would be Ultranationalist in nature, because as mw3 suggests, Makarov has been scheming even in the gulag. Graves, of course, is poking the bear because war is good business for him. An Urzikstan at peace does not need a PMC for an ally. Shepherd will have been allowing it because, as has been established in 2 and 3, he's a glory-obsessed war dog whose primary priority is his own military legacy.

Interspersed would be plenty of moments for the characters to comment on what the hell is going on. Farah could reckon with Price's grudge against Graves. Gaz could further develop as Price's right hand man. Soap and Ghost could make out nasty style with tongue. Alex could continue to be the simp we all know he is. (I'd love to shoehorn Alejandro and Rudy into the plot but let's be honest, there's no room for them here. RIP vaqueros, we love you.)

All of this would CULMINATE with Makarov's escape from prison. Probably after Soap finally gets to set Graves on fire for real he would roll up with his hundred dollar haircut, call everyone stupid, and then Urzikstan would go right back to war because that's how this shit works. Russia and the US get into constant pissing matches and the Middle East serves as the convenient battleground.

All of the antagonizing Graves and Shadow Company have done would serve to galvanize a Russian public against the US, positioning Makarov as its very own Churchill and imbuing him with phenomenal cosmic power. Bada bing, bada boom, WWIII. Perfect scene-setting for MW4.

I maintain that if anyone has to die it will be Price. Price is the only one with the charisma to go toe-to-toe with Makarov from a leadership standpoint, so he has to go if we really want the stakes to feel high. In the VERY end, after 4 and whatever games follow it, Gaz would be the only man left standing of the 141. Having finally learned the kind of price that must be paid when the gloves come off.

Again. Blizzard-Activision. Pay me eight billion dollars and I will fix your games.

[starfruitgirlie]

guide for highschool to not suck

HEY GAMERS! I catch myself a lot looking at people younger than be and being annoyed or thinking "wow I know so much more than you" but when I was the age they were at I desperately wanted to be older and I wanted to know what I was doing and I sucked at life. Im 17 so I can only give life advice up to that point. I was absolute garbo at age 13-15. I was cringe, fowl, thought I knew everything, was experimenting with my identity and style, had acne, had access to the internet when I probably shouldn't have, the works. Instead of looking down on a reflection of myself I want to give advice on how to make things a bit better. Unfortunately, you can't avoid being cringe. However I was mentally ill and had adhd, and there are things you can do to make those things less sucky. (disclaimer I am not a professional and you should always reach out to a trusted adult or a therapist for help and not the internet!)

So highschool sucks it's awful it's absolute doodoo. I changed school districts so I went into my freshman year not knowing ANYBODY. I was also a cringe gender non-conforming queer kid with a bad haircut and bad fashion sense so I know what it's like to be picked on. so this is for anybody already in highschool or going into it or just wants to know what to prepare for.

I can't sugarcoat it highschool is so bad. It's not all bad, you can have nice experiences but ultimately it sucks because when your entire social atmosphere is insecure teenagers everything sucks. I just completed my junior year and I feel like I have made a lot of realizations just in that year alone. I'm not a senior yet so I'm just dipping my toe into college prep stuff so I am no where qualified for that so if that's what you want go somewhere else and if you get good advice tell me I need it. so this is starfruit's guide on how to NOT SUCK HIGHSCHOOL! (from someone with no friends and is lazy)

no one is looking at you as much as you think they are. I don't mean this as a "you're full of yourself" statement, it's an anxiety thing I still deal with. Embarrassing incidents are going to happen unfortunately. You forget deodorant, you have your period, you trip in the hallway, your pants rip, all the sucky stuff. There are going to be some assholes who laugh and make you feel bad but most people are going to understand. everyone knows what it is like to feel embarrassed and it won't be a disney-channel bully type scene if you mess up. even though social media doesn't show it, people make embarrassing mistakes and have accidents. It took some time, but I had to learn to laugh at myself and not take myself as as seriously. I don't spend my whole day hyperfocusing on other people or going out of my way to laugh at someone. It can be tough especially if you're as shy as I am but there will always be kind people who will offer help in situations like that. As you grow things will be less embarrassing. i am not at the point where that feeling is completely gone but I yearn for the day.

I was in my first AP class this year and at first I was super super self-conscious. I am a good student, but the people in that class made me feel stupid sometimes. They all took like 6 ap classes when that was my first one. reality check!! it doesn't matter. your future employer isn't going to go "So did you take 6 ap classes at once and get 5s on all of them?". highschool doesn't matter as much as you feel like it does. don't get me wrong, still try but be kinder to yourself. Don't compare your grades to somebody else's. A big part of this too is not asking people for what they got on a test even if you think they got lower. It's not done out of malicious intent, but I know for a fact a lot of good students ask other people for their scores to feel better about their own when someone answers a lower grade. When people ask I say "I don't tell people my grades, it's just a personal thing I guess" and people will move on. A big thing for juniors is the ACT. the day those scores came out it was awful. I had to delete instagram for a week when someone I knew posted their super-good score just to brag. everyone was asking what I got and everyone was comparing scores. "Oh I got a 34" and when somebody said "28" I heard "that's not that bad!". that is a phrase I hate. "it's not that bad!" SHUT UP!!! You can avoid this by not telling anyone your scores. the only people who know my act score are me, my therapist, and my parents. and I intend to keep it that way forever. I'm grateful that a lot of aspects of school come easy to me but this is applicable for students at any level. my grades don't make me any better of a person. What is important is to try your best and only compare yourself to yourself. if a C is your best effort, that's good! You tried and you put in hard work. school is not a true judgment of how smart you are what matters is you are trying and learning.

don't be on snapchat. my school used it for a long time to spread nudes and take pictures of alt people and make fun of them. and to also send threats. "what's yo snap" is not flirting. it makes me want to hit you with a metal bar. I can't really explain all that much but I just hate snap chat and I will never use it.

don't spread information you aren't sure is true. big and small highschools both can start rumors that get out of control. a kid who I never knew was talked about so much and the rumors kept spiraling I have no idea what is or isn't true. it's also just not that fun to talk about?? I mean there is a certain enjoyment in gossip but if you're just making fun of someone behind their back it's not cool and even if you're laughing in the moment that's not healthy behavior. and if your friends shun you for not wanting to do that and being uptight, get new friends.

ask questions. if you are confused in class, ask. even if it's a dumb question. I admit I have thought before "are you dumb" when someone asked a question but at the end of the day I'm just a hater and that person benefitted from hearing an answer and learned. if you can, email your teachers and go in during your study halls or lunch hour for individual help. I never would have passed ap calc without all the days I spent in my teacher's classroom during my lunch period.

set boundaries with your friends. you can still show your friend you want to talk to them and value their friendship and express you want to listen in class. also you're just annoying if you talk the whole time. that's the hater in me coming out I'm sorry.

stop following made-up social media teen rules you hate. that makes me sound old when I say that but I can't describe it any other way. an example of this is instead of asking for someone's snap, just say "hi I really like you do you want to go on a date and can I get your phone number?". have real human interactions. Just because Brady Smith and his friends always sit at that table at lunch doesn't mean you can't sit there if you get there first. just because it's "cringe" doesn't mean you shouldn't do it. Be polite. shake someone's hand instead of dapping them up or whatever the hell. high five unironically. read a book in class instead of being on your phone. it doesn't mean you're trying to be quirky. it just means you want to read a book and people who make fun of you for reading probably should be the ones reading.

which leads me to: read more books. doesn't have to be something profound like a classic. it can be shitty YA vampire love triangle. it can be the series you loved in middle school about dragons. it can be something super long and profound. it can be non-fiction, it can be manga, it can be whatever!!!!! just read!!! just because someone to your left is reading jane austen doesn't mean you can't read warrior cats.

this might be more of an american thing but participate in dress-up days. this helped me overcome a lot of my social anxiety. even if no one else is doing it, I am going to dress like a cowboy because god damn it, it is dress like a cowboy day. i guarantee nobody cares. There's this kid at my school that regularly shows up in different costumes and I think its awesome and I also don't care. It could be some random tuesday and I could see Goku in the hallway and go "That's weird" and go about my day. Dress like Goku. End up on the school snapchat story with popular kids putting comments over it with a skull emoji. be free. The same kid also dressed up accordingly for holidays. Kids like that make you smile and you remember them fondly. my sister had a classmate who brought a toy thor's hammer to school everyday. i guarantee people made fun of him but thats awesome dude. nobody cares and if they do they need to get their priorities checked.

do your work in class so you don't have to do it at home. it saves time and you have more time to be lazy. if you have to work at home make sure to keep a planner. It's not cringe you're just being responsible. write it down or it will be gone from your brain in an instant and it will be 3 am and you will be writing a last minute research paper and not remember how to do citations.

make accommodations for yourself at school. for me this looks like dressing comfortably even tho I want to be stylish. It's also always bringing my headphones to school to have music on so I can focus. There's no reason to make school hard for yourself, bring things you might need, you don't need to raw dawg the day.

if you can, utilize time before school and after school to get help. I know so many people are busy so this might be tough but most schools will have resources like saturday school or they open early and have teachers who come in to tutor. at the end of the day though, prioritize you over your grades. You should still try but if you need the day to play video games and sleep, play video games and sleep.

to sum it up: stop comparing yourself to other people, compare yourself to you. only you know what you've been through and your level of growth. it's easier to be a happy teen when you arent worried what other people think. I hope this was useful!!!! thank you for reading if anyone made it this far.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 22 – MCU

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: nightwalker

nightwalker writes some of my hands-down favorite Stony ship dynamics. They're fluffy and angsty and funny and everything I love in this fandom! By the way, nightwalker doesn't just write MCU-centric stuff (their 616 fics are amazing too), but I wanted to rec them here because there are so many of their MCU fics I love that it just felt right.

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

The Haircut

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,200 Tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering, Fighting and Making Up, Getting Together

Summary: Steve's used to having it all together, so managing to blow it with both of his closest friends in one day is something of a record for him.

Reasons why I love it: I am an absolute sucker for Tony swooping in and being exactly what Bucky needs at any given moment, especially when Steve is there to be both desperately grateful and jealous at the same time. I love this fic so much, and I really hope you go and experience it for yourself, because it's fantastic!

Anchor

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 722 Tags: Tattoos, First Time, Past Suicidal Thoughts

Summary: Tony realizes what’s about to happen at the exact moment that Steve’s eyes are drawn to the dark black print.

Reasons why I love it: This fic makes me so goddamn emotional. I love the concept in itself already, and nightwalker's writing style just makes it all the more impactful. The flashbacks to young Tony just make me want to give him a hug, and Steve's reaction when he finds out about the tattoo is A+ tear-jerking bliss. I love this one so much!

Bitter and Sweet

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,044 Tags: Friendship, Stress Baking, Fluff

Summary: Bucky's having a rough night. Fortunately he's got a coping mechanism. And good friends.

Reasons why I love it: I really love their friendship in this one, they're so free with their affections. It's always nice to see a couple who is so secure in their relationship that they can joke around like this and offer physical comfort without it being weird. And Bucky being a stress-baker is a personal head-canon of mine, so I am very happy to see it. I love this fic, and I bet you will too!

Four Times Steve Said I Love You and One Time Tony Said It First

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,190 Tags: First Kiss, Schmoop, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: The words are easier for Steve to say, but that doesn't mean that Tony feels it any less.

Reasons why I love it: My HEART, oh my god, they're both such sweethearts, I want to squish them! If you ever need a reminder as to why you love Stony, read this fic, because it'll give you all the happy feels. It's so good and romantic and lovely and I just love it a lot, okay? If you don't know this one, you HAVE to read it. I've decided.

names that fade (and stay)

Pairing: Steve/Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,416 Tags: Soulmates, Relationship Negotiations, Developing Relationship

Summary: Steve has always had two names, one on his right wrist and one on his left. It's not unheard of, or even uncommon – soulmates die, after all, and sometimes people move on.

Reasons why I love it: The first chapter of this fic gives me that bittersweet feeling of remembering your first love. Steve's non-relationship with Peggy is painful and beautiful, and I am so glad that the second chapter comes in and fixes everything. I love all of the separate dynamics – Steve and Bucky, Tony and Steve, Bucky and Tony, all of them together – and the way they're established. This fic is wonderful, and you should definitely read it!

[zenertia]

THE VOID RANT

OK, so I guess we're doing this now because of the last post 👏

VOID was originally a gender-swapped NULL (hence the name) but as I fleshed out the idea, I realized that she had some potential as her own character.

I originally made VOID with a wolfcut bob, trying to come up with a semi-modest haircut to mirror NULL's mini updo.

HOWEVER, roughly around the same time I pulled this idea out of my ass, NULL hit the public domain after mystman's BB+ ARG was solved (THAT WAS WILD, I NEVER EXPECTED THE REWARD TO BE THE PUBLIC DOMAIN RIGHTS TO NULL, HOLY SHIT, THAT MAN IS ON ANOTHER LEVEL), making me think "HMMMM 🤔 NULL&VOID would be a cute ship dynamic", so I went ahead and humored the idea of them being a couple for a little bit, instead of VOID just being a vanilla NULL swap.

Finding myself completely enamored by the idea, they eventually turned into a tragic couple (I'll get to that at a later date), even turning into a social commentary of sorts about something I face myself (I'll also get deeper into this as production goes on, cuz it's a pretty sensitive topic for me and this is already probably gonna be a pretty long post). It became a bit of a comfort ship for me to help me work through this issue via my art.

Now, since NULL was public domain, I was already planning on adding him into a comic I was developing; MOUSE (no doubt you'll be hearing more about that too since these two idiots are a part of it now).

I'd been writing it since 2007 on and off, but lacked the amount story beats I felt necessary to turn it into a fully-fledged series. But with these two being 'glitched' characters, they fit the vibe perfectly, offering the perfect opportunity to 'immortalize' them in the pages of this story while also adding a bit more content to a story that so desperately needed it.

God willing, I can only hope I do them, as well as my message, justice.

I'll no doubt be speaking more about this in the future, along with my other original content (like, non-BBIEAL stuff, if yinz're interested—and even if you're not interested, because my therapist told me to stfu and do it already cuz I have good ideas (??) and I should try it sometime cuz it'll help with my self-esteem or some shit)

Draco Noir will be a fun one, holy crap, hahaha

I made that one upsetting on PURPOSE; I... Am SO SCARED about how people will react to it, cuz it'll either be super edgy and everyone (who reads it) will love it, or everyone will take it the absolute wrong way and cancel me for it, but just know that it's SUPPOSED to be an uncomfortable read in advance, okay? Okay. Cool, please don't curbstomp me if it makes it to print 😭🙏

tldr; it's a gritty, grimdark crime drama about a dragon detective.

So lemme know if you're into that shit, too.

Also, there's a Baldi reference character in one of the volumes I have planned (because of course there is) but it begins and ends with his name being 'Professor B' and the way he's designed. Everything else is completely original, although I'll probably end up sprinkling in a few subtle references to the game and fandom lore with him.

But idk, this has nothing to do with VOID, asdgfkl—

See ya guys later

[loudblonde]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male!Reader Mafia AU (chapter nine)

Summary: (Y/N) and Ghost arrives in Paris, where their building sexual desire for each other reaches an all-time high, it is followed by (Y/N) dreaming about them and a certain ex-lover of his. Everything is going smoothly, so far.

word count: 2 K

+18 themes, minors dni

The ride and sailboat to France landed them docked illegally in a private dock a little after midnight. Ghost was swaying on his feet, barely standing upright. (Y/N) grabbed him by the hand and pulled him towards a car waiting for them, he showed Ghost in the passenger seat before taking the driver's seat. The back windows were tinted so back seat passengers couldn’t be seen. They were silent. Neither spoke and Ghost most certainly didn’t sleep. Even if he wanted to. Ghost didn’t protest at the opportunity not to drive. (Y/N) had already napped in preparation.

Ghost saw them drive through small villages that slowly became bigger and bigger towns. Towns turned to cities which turned to Paris.

(Y/N) parked in front of a hotel that didn’t look like a hotel unless you knew it was there, it was carefully hidden.

He got out, grabbed their bags and handed the keys to the first person he saw, Ghost followed behind, like a silent looming threat, ready to take out anyone who got too close.

The inside reception and welcome area were beautiful and luxurious looking. The floor was made from white marble and the carpet had gold-trimmed edges that didn’t look worn down. The furniture all had the same designer-like air to them like they were too expensive to ever drop something on or sit on.

The chandelier above them was crystal and gold, well taken care of and when matched with the matt black flawless walls it was beautiful. Just beautiful.

(Y/N) walked to the reception and placed a black card on the table, looking at the receptionist. “I ordered a room earlier today. Under the name Chip.”

The receptionist who was a young boy, not even 18 years old, gave a timid nod, clearly knowing the name. He gave them a room key and took the card behind the counter.

(Y/N) dragged Ghost off to an elevator and into the first available one. A man with a long grey beard shared their elevator, he had a bit of blood on the collar of his shirt.

“Ah, Cardinal! Did you have a productive evening?” (Y/N) asked.

“Ah, young Chip and… Chip’s boyfriend, I did indeed have a productive evening.” The man said, his voice was that stereotypical southern American grandfather voice, booming and full of spirit.

(Y/N) blinked. “Oh, Ghost here is not my boyfriend.” (Y/N) said before clearing his voice. “We are just heading for our own productive day ourselves. In the morning.”

Cardinal chuckled and leaned in. “The way he looks at you it surprises me you two aren’t together.” The elevator stopped and the doors opened. “Have a safe night you two.” The man said with a chuckle as he walked out.

(Y/N) covered his slightly blushing face as the elevator continued up. “How did you know him?”

“That was Purple Cardinal, he is from the old guard. Amongst the ones who taught my generation. He briefly worked with my mum.” (Y/N) explained.

“He looked over 70.” Ghost commented.

“78 and turning 79 this May 7th.” (Y/N) said and chuckled. The elevator doors opened and (Y/N) dragged Ghost with him down the hallway before entering a room that did have a small window and a bathroom with a shower.

There was only a small queen-sized bed in the corner, alongside a small desk and a table with an old box TV sitting on it. “I am taking a shower.” (Y/N) said as he placed their things down, he opened his bag, took out some clean clothes and went to the shower, leaving Simon all on his own.

Simon sighed as he sat down on the bed, he grabbed his mask and took it off, leaving his face bare to the room to see. His hair was sticking to his face as sweat clung to his skin. He needed a haircut, desperately so. But (Y/N) was the priority, and he would always be. Simon glanced at the barely opened door, he was allowed a tiny sliver of a glance into the room where the shower was. But he shouldn’t think about his superior in that way. It would never lead to anything good. Simon glanced up, his mask in hand as he saw just a fraction of bare skin, his scars barely showing in the dim light of the bathroom.

“Join me, there is barely any hot water here despite being in the middle of the city.” (Y/N)’s voice carried from the bathroom.

His eyes widened for a bit before Simon silently stripped off his clothes, he walked into the bathroom and glanced down at the man who hadn’t even thought to allow him to see him without slacks on just a few days prior, who had now openly invited him into the bathroom.

They both knew this was wrong, that nothing good would come off getting close nor personal, yet, as (Y/N) took Simon’s hand and brought him into the shower neither of them couldn’t help but silently hope and pray that the other would make some sort of move before the moment was too late before they would both be forced to give up whatever fleeting fantasy that they were hoping to momentarily achieve.

As they feared, the moment passed and both averted their eyes.

The water was not hot, it barely counted as lukewarm, but a quick washdown had them both cuddled together on the bed in nothing but underwear. Neither man spoke as they let silence dominate the space. Simon wasn’t sure that he would ever be able to sleep without (Y/N) and neither did (Y/N). Simon had managed to sneak into his mind and cling desperately like a hawk trying to hide from a hurricane by sticking to a tree.

(Y/N)’s eyes eventually drifted close and a dream so sweet filled his whole consciousness.

Simon’s lips traced (Y/N)’s inner thigh as the younger man glanced down at the kneeling man. A light smirk played on his lips as he gave Simon a nod of approval. The kneeling Simon wasted no time in taking his cock into his mouth, easily taking (Y/N)’s entire length in. He worked his tongue over the underside of (Y/N)’s shaft as he kept staring up at (Y/N), not once breaking eye contact. “You are doing so good for me.” (Y/N) breathed out as he moaned, his hand finding Simon’s blonde locks but he didn’t hold onto his head.

Simon chuckled which sent vibrations up through the head, shaft and into his lower abdomen, starting a knot of pleasure, like that on a rope, it only kept building as Simon kept sucking more and more. (Y/N) was in paradise when he heard a second voice. “Mein Schatz.” A deep rumbling sound came from the voice behind him. (Y/N) closed his eyes as he leaned against the tall Austrian man.

(Y/N) let out a moan. “Arthur~ you came just in time for this.” (Y/N) said, easily wrapping his hand around König’s head, bringing him down for a sweet and tender kiss.

“I can see that.” König’s voice rang out beside his ear. (Y/N) felt Simon quicken his pace, the kneeling man eagerly working his way up and down without any signs of slowing down. (Y/N)’s senses were going haywire, this was magical, dreamlike even.

“Oh god, Simon I am close.” (Y/N) stated as he felt Simon hum around his cock. “God.” He panted out. “You are so good at this baby, keep going.”

König sucked on (Y/N) neck from behind, sending waves of pleasure that crashed and combined with waves of pleasure that created tsunamis of lust and desire for both men. (Y/N) moaned and breathed out loudly and unashamed before spilling his hot pungent seed down Simon’s throat. Simon pulled away and stood up, swallowing it all before kissing (Y/N). (Y/N) moaned out even louder as he tasted himself on Simon’s lips and tongue. For once he hadn’t been entirely in control and it had felt good.

The dream came to an end as (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered open. He found himself alone on the bed. A light groan came from him as he rolled over, pointedly ignoring how hard he was. It was just past 7 in the morning, The sun was bound to start rising around this time. They still had an hour or two before they could get food. He heard the flash of a toilet and water running before Simon walked out and joined him in bed again. (Y/N) wrapped his arms around him again. “We have about 5 hours of driving before we reach the location. We should probably get some food first.” He muttered as he drew small circles on Simon’s chest, he watched as the usual tenseness of Simon left him more and more with every stroke of his finger.

“Do you know when places usually open?” Simon asked, his voice sounding strained.

“Probably around 8 or 9, though a cafe may be open earlier. I’m not certain.” (Y/N) said. “I am happy enough to either get on the road now and find food in the next city or wait for food and avoid the morning traffic.”

“We should probably get ready to leave then,” Simon said though neither man was in a rush to get up. Both just enjoyed the closeness they were able to express freely in the privacy of a room that no one else would be able to see in.

As (Y/N) stayed close to Simon, his thoughts drifted back to his dream, he could still feel his throbbing hard-on that wanted to be dealt with, undoubtedly Simon felt it too but neither man talked about it, they couldn’t, whatever they had had in that remote cabin had been burnt to the ground with it. Their feelings lay as dead as the human remains they hopefully burned to a crisp.

(Y/N) couldn’t make himself even think about the word love. This wasn’t love. It was half-disguised sexual desire and being cooped up in small cabins or rooms together for hours on end without anyone else to talk to or anywhere to go. Simple forced proximity. Nothing else.

Eventually (Y/N) and Ghost got dressed and headed out, both stayed perfectly silent as (Y/N) remained in the back seat of the car, hidden from sight

They hit forest roads and went as far as they could before being forced to carry their luggage the rest of the way on foot. A few falls and a sprained wrist later and (Y/N) with Ghost in tow made it to a small unassuming shed. (Y/N) whistled out a tune and the door clicked open. He stared down the scope of a semi-automatic rifle. “Who is your friend?” A heavy Austrian accent came from the dark room.

“That’s Ghost, he works for my father, he is currently my bodyguard. May we come in, König?” (Y/N) asked. “And do you have ice?”

The rifle disappeared and the door opened more. A man in full tactical gear and a sniper hood stepped out, he towered over both of them with ease. “Come in.” He said before looking at Ghost, his eyes narrowed in distrust but he took (Y/N)’s bag from him and walked them through the maze-like hallways. “I thought you were going to be in England,” König commented as they entered a giant common room filled with couches and random stacks of books in german. Clothes were randomly chugged into different places and the kitchen had a pot of simmering soup.

“Ice packs are in the freezer. Help yourself.” König said as he watched (Y/N) leave. He turned to look at Ghost. “A bodyguard, huh… you sprained your wrist protecting him or something?”

Ghost raised an eyebrow beneath the mask, it wasn’t visible but somehow König knew. “I sprained it protecting him.” Not a lie but not a full truth either.

König nodded. “Separate rooms or one together?” He asked. “I know (Y/N) does get close with the strays he picks up, hell I was one of them and I envy everyone else who gets close enough to fill that void of his.”

Ghost looked away. “Separate rooms. We aren’t together.” He said moments before (Y/N) returned with an ice pack. Ghost stood a little straighter as (Y/N) walked over and gave him the ice pack.

“We will room together, as Ghost said we aren’t together, especially not like we were, but I do enjoy cuddling at night.” (Y/N) said, with a smirk before dropping it and hugging König who more than happily wrapped his arms around the much shorter man. “I have missed you so much.” (Y/N) whispered to König.

König pulled away and removed his hood. He looked down at (Y/N) and smiled even wider. “I missed you too, mein Schatz.”

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[kyouka-supremacy]

TGP BSD AU DETAILS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED TO BE FED. WAIT. DOES THAT MAKE ATSUSHI CHIDI??????? IM GOING FERAL PLEASE WHAT HAVE YLU DONE

Omg here we go

Akutagawa as Eleanor. Obvs. That Beast flavor of protagonist vibes. Unapologetical Yokohama scumbag. Used to work for the Yakuza before he died.

Atsushi as Chidi. Used to be a literature university professor. He's perfect fit to fill Chidi's anxious shoes.

This time most of the comic relief is born from having a literal mobster, for whom homicide has always been the first solution to problems, being dropped in paradise, where everyone is already dead so he can't kill. Ft. the very very stressed Atsushi, nothing more than an academic nerd who's trying /so hard/ to stop him from breaking havoc.

“Do all soulmates come with complimentary haircuts or?”

A looooot of initial conflict and Akutagawa and Atsushi fighting, even more than cheleanor, you can guess it. Yet Atsushi does never step back from offering his help to Akutagawa.

Akutagawa who struggles to even ASK for help. Atsushi is 100% done and spends half the time saying “why am I even doing this” and yet he does keep doing this.

Atsushi teaching Akutagawa to be a better person through literature more than philosophy. Them reading books together and learning that there's beauty in the concept of all humans being inherently connected through time and space by feeling the same things (cue to “we're all in this together”).

*Minor inconvenience occurs* “I say we kill them” “No, I– what?? We– you do realize we're in the afterlife, right? You do realize you can't kill people here, right?”

Please imagine Atsushi as a classical literature professor with glasses and turtlenecks and a stack of books always in his hands it's very important to me

“You know what, for someone who barely knew how to read when we first met, you speak with a surprisingly elaborate vocabulary”

Where Eleanor's struggle is constantly being triggered by people being better than her, for Akutagawa it comes more in the form of being constantly reminded that he was never good enough

When it comes to Atsushi... It's a mess. For the most part of the story, you'd see him and think he's nothing but a professor. Yet gradually, slowly, start to appear hints that something is off with him. In reality, he's absolutely tormented, he's just used to not make it transpire. Differently from Chidi, he does, very early on, start questioning if he belongs there in the Good Place– but tries again and again to convince himself that he does belong there, that he's good. That's all he's ever tried to be, that's all he's ever done, why wouldn't he? And yet it constantly feels like he's just lying to himself, but he does want to lie, he wants to believe he's good. He's tried so hard all his life to be good– and now his struggles are paying off! They are, right? So it doesn't matter if he killed that man when he was a child. He's a good person. He's spent his whole life trying to make amends for it. He's good he's good he's good (grows increasingly insane)

Aka, Atsushi killed Shibusawa when he was little. The orphanage director covered it up and nobody came to know, but the truth haunted Atsushi his whole life, and now keeps haunting him in the afterlife too, because deep down he knows he doesn't belong. Aka Atsushi going through the horrors™ once again.

So Atsushi's helping Akutagawa isn't, at least initially, moved by altruism like Chidi's (Atsushi is a pretty selfish character...), but by his desperate need to prove he's good + a sort of auto-inflicted punishment. He's fucked up...

On the hand of Akutagawa's backstory– you know when Eleanor's background is revealed, and you're like “that doesn't justify her being a shitty person, but at least I understand now?”; for Akutagawa it would be revealing he joined the Yakuza in the first place to provide for his little sister. I can see him revealing it to Atsushi after having spent a long long time together and having eventually warmed up to each other (and having fallen in love), on a particularly vulnerable night: Akutagawa tells him that although there's nothing from his life of hell on earth he could ever miss, he worries about how his little sister is doing without him; to Atsushi's genuine astonishment, because in months of knowing each other Akutagawa had never brought up having a sister.

Akutagawa's character core is once again finding the reason to his existence– or better, finding the answer. (That's taking from Chidi's character this time)

“You know the reason yourself, don't you” would be Akutagawa's “There is no answer // but Atsushi is the answer”. This au basically writes itself

Dazai as Michael... You know why

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