#and it IS a big fucking deal 🫶🏽

[faithinlouisfuture]

“Nights like tonight — you know it just reminds me how hard i’ve worked to get here and — it’s a big fucking deal.”

“Woke up on the day, and I just kept trying to tell myself it was just any other show. But no, it didn’t feel like that, and actually for the best way.”

Louis talking about his sold out show at the O2 Arena (x)

[prodbyton]

hi!!

can we get bonedos reaction to their first time cumming inside?

(also can I be ✨ anon? :D)

⋆⁺₊⋆ bonedo cumming inside for the first time!!

the first time sungho cums inside of you, he knows that he’s going to want to do it every single time. he’s a little nervous at first, wanting to really talk about it and the risks sit heavy in the front of his mind. but then he gets really turned on when you’re begging him to not pull out and fill you up. it makes him go faster, stilling his hips the moment his orgasm hits him to make sure you felt every drop. wants to see it drip out of you too, and he’s hard all over again.

it was a shock for the both of you when riwoo came inside of you for the first time, you two were having a really heated make out session and neither of you had brought protection. but you were both so needy that it wasn’t a big deal. he was kinda shaky and you felt so good that he came too fast, before he had a chance to tell you he was cumming and before he got to pull out. before he got to apologize you were still fucking yourself on him and telling him how good it felt for him to cum in you. after that he always shyly asks if he can cum inside <3

jaehyun had a breeding kink that he was never able to indulge in, but he didn’t mind most of the time. when you two have sex with a condom on he always pushes himself so deep into you when he cums as if he was actually cumming inside. this night in particular jaehyun was too immersed in your pussy to remember to pull out, he honestly forgot that he wasn’t even wearing a condom. so when he comes down from his high he’s scared of your reaction but deep down he really wants to watch his cum leak out of you.

taesan is usually good at pulling out, always asks you where you want him to cum. he’s thought about asking if he could cum inside of you a few times before but decided against it, it wasn’t too big of a deal for him. what he didn’t know was that you started taking birth control and you were desperate to feel his cum in you. he has to hold in his excitement when you moan out “inside, want you to fill me up” ready to give you what you want (and what he wants too). he cums so hard and is ready to fill you up again and again.

leehans breeding kink was discovered the same time you exposed your secret breeding kink to him. he was fucking you so good and you wanted him deeper so you’re wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him on you… he’s groaning about how close he was and that you should loosen your grip on him so he can pull out but you’re begging him to cum inside, holding him even tighter against you. it woke something up in him and he was cumming almost instantly. decides that he needs to press you into the mattress and stuff you full of his cum every night.

i hope you like this and ofc you can be ✨ anon!! welcome 🫶🏽

[theemporium]

number 15 💙 with lando and charles! maybe one of them fucked up and the other one is on reader’s side

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

15. "You heard that?"

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Charles fucked up.

There was no way to beat around the bush or sugarcoat it. He fucked up and he knew he fucked up. And he didn’t have a good excuse, not one that he would really accept if he were in your position. Apologies only went so far when he missed a dinner that literally planned to celebrate one of your biggest achievements in your career. 

He knew that. 

Fuck, he knew that and he knew that you were always there for him and he was upset with himself for missing it. 

He just didn’t really expect Lando to also be so adamantly against him in the situation. He assumed the Brit would take a more neutral stance, that he would be upset with Charles but also help play mediator. 

Instead, Lando stood by your side with his arms crossed over his chest, and he looked just as pissed as you did. 

“Mon amour,” he reached out for you, a pained expression written across his face that only worsened when you pulled just out of his reach. “I’m so sorry. Words cannot even describe how sorry I am. I’ll make it up to you, I swear—”

“It’s fine,” you whispered, but he had never heard your voice sound so empty, so done. “People miss things all the time.” 

“No, but this was important,” Charles argued, his stomach twisting at the strained smile you gave him. 

“It’s fine,” you said in a blank voice. “I’m sure there will be more.” 

He tried to reach out again, to let his fingers skim across your arm as you walked around him to disappear further into your apartment. His heart clenched and shattered a little at the small sniffles coming from you, the tears you were so desperately trying to hold back.

But even if you were trying to hide how upset you were, Lando was the opposite.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Lando hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes dark and angry. 

“It was an honest mistake,” Charles sighed, his brows furrowed together as his answer only seemed to anger Lando further. “I swear—” 

“Oh? You swear now, do you?” Lando let out a bitter, dry laugh as he poked Charles’ chest. “And that call from Pierre where you said the dinner was no big deal?” 

Something flashed in Charles’ eyes. “You heard that?” 

“Yeah, I fucking heard that,” Lando spat. “You’re fucking lucky she didn’t.” 

“I forgot what the dinner was for,” Charles replied honestly. “If I remembered, I would have never said that—” 

“If, if, all these fucking ifs,” Lando muttered. “I think it’s best if you sleep on the couch tonight. She’s upset. She needs space.” 

Charles felt as though he had been slapped, even if he understood where Lando was coming from. 

“Hey, who knows. Maybe Pierre will have a place for you,” he deadpanned, the bitter sarcasm dripping from his voice as he patted Charles’ back a little harder than intended before following you into the apartment.

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[bloodibambiidoll]

I need need NEEEDD to know how rafe n weirdgirl! Reader met !!

I could imagine weird girl reader being a bit scared of rafe at first (bc let's me honest, I totally would be too. . .)

Or !! She's just like enamored by him and watches him from afar, but then he catches her spying on him n that's where their relationship starts !?

Ty bb !! 🪽🫶🏽

Yesss omg!! I keep meaning to write this so I’m so glad you asked!! No warnings but still 18+MDNI!

Rafe hasn’t been here in years, not since Ward’s funeral. But Cameron industries just cut a deal that his dad could’ve only pulled off in his wildest dreams and who could blame him if he wanted to boast a little? He stood in front of his father’s grave, rambling on about all his achievements since his death because honestly? He spent all that time trying to get Ward’s approval and the older he gets he realizes he never needed it to be successful. He did this shit all on his own. He was getting ready to leave when he heard the faintest sound of someone talking. He looked around the row of stones and didn’t see anyone so he started to walk off when he heard it again.

“Well, hello! What’re you doing here?” It had to be the sweetest voice he’s ever heard but as he whipped his head around his eyes still came up short. Was she talking to him? Is there some kind of ghost or some shit?

“Fuuuckk this.” Rafe turns on his heel only to nearly jump out of his skin when he sees a girl sitting in front of a grave on the opposite side of him. “Shit! What the fuck!”

You must not have heard him because you don’t turn around at the sound of his voice and it gives him a second to examine you. You’re sitting in front of a grave with a little orange cat at your side that you’re mumbling to while you stroke its fur. Rafe has seen you, of course, you went to school together and you live on figure 8 so of course he’s seen you but he’s never really noticed you until right now. You’re wearing this pretty little white dress and big giant chunky boots. Your voice sounds like honey as your doting on the cat travels to Rafe’s ears. He can’t see your face but for some reason he’s thinking about what your smile looks like.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Rafe jumps when you turn around to face him, breaking him out of his trance. “Nobody probably ever taught you that it’s rude to stare, but it is.”

“I wasn’t staring, just observing is all.” Rafe chuckles, trying to play it off like he wasn’t actually just gawking at you.

“Well, can you go observe someone else? And if you have something rude to say, keep it to yourself. I don’t have the energy to be fucked with today.” You scoff and roll your eyes before turning back to your furry friend.

“You visiting someone?” Rafe strolls closer to you, changing the subject because for some reason he really didn’t want to stop talking to you. He was intrigued by you.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” You don’t even turn to look at him and it kind of drives him insane so he crouches down in front of you, tilting his head to try and catch your eyes.

“What’re you being so rude for? I’m just trying to make conversation.” He smiles at you in a way that he hopes is reassuring and he’s not even sure why he cares if you feel reassured or not, but there’s just something about you.

“Guys like you don’t just ‘make conversation’ with me, Rafe. If you have something rude to say just get it over with and leave me alone.” You look over at him with daggers in your eyes but there’s a flash of hurt there and now Rafe really wants to reassure you. He doesn’t know you, but he knows of you, he knows how people talk about you and treat you so of course you’d think he would do the same. A few years ago he probably would’ve. But right now all he can think about is how sweet your voice sounds saying his name.

“Yeah? Well maybe I just want to talk to you. And who’s this?” He looks toward the cat that has now taken purchase in your lap and reaches his hand out for it to sniff.

“Mmm, I don’t know his name. But he’s always here when I come. I just started calling him pumpkin.” You smile down at the cat sweetly as it starts to rub its face against Rafe’s hand. “Seems like he likes you, cats are good judges of character.”

“You never answered my question, by the way.” Rafe smirks down at you and something about the way he’s looking at you makes your stomach erupt with butterflies. It’s not a taunting smirk like you’d expect, it’s almost endearing.

“Oh, yeah, my mom is here. But I just like to come here. It’s serene, quiet and beautiful. Not a lot of people spend time here since cremation is the big thing now.” You shrug as you look off to the side with an almost dreamy look in your eyes and Rafe feels like he’d give anything to have you look at him like that.

“Beautiful, huh?”

“Yeah, there’s beauty in everything, if you really look. Sometimes the things that seem the most ‘odd’ or ‘dark’ are the most beautiful.” You still don’t look at him but that gives him a chance to study you up close. You truly are gorgeous. That pretty little dress you’re wearing contradicting with your chunky accessories. The cute way your hair is styled and your shiny glossed lips. Those tiny little tattoos you have littering your body compliment you perfectly. You’re definitely an anomaly.

“Yeah, I think I get what you mean.” And in this moment, he really does. Because you’re definitely odd but you’re probably the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. “Can I take you on a date?”

“What!” Your head whips towards him and a loud laugh spills from your lips. “Are you fucking with me?”

“Nah. I’m dead serious. Let me take you out.”

“Why?” You look at him wide eyed, like a pretty little dear caught in the headlights, he can tell you genuinely can’t tell if he’s fucking with you or not.

“Because. I think you’re beautiful. And interesting. And I’d like to get to know you.” He smiles at you sweetly as he reaches out to gently push your hair off your shoulder. “Please? Promise I’ll make it worth it.”

“Fuck it. Okay.” You sigh and smile at him and he swears he could melt into the ground at how beautiful you are. “Better make it worth it, Cameron.”

All things Rafe and his weird girl here

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[lordsukunas]

so basically, writing for aged up! Satoru is fine because he IS aged up in the manga but just because an aged up! Megumi doesn’t exist in the manga all of a sudden we can’t write for him? so what if I’m 18 and wanna write for an aged up megumi, I don’t want megumi as a minor I want him aged up so I WILL age him up and write smut and then put a pretty minors dni on it, like it’s fictional, everything is. it’s not that big of a deal. years pass, I was 14 when miles Spider-Man itsv started now I’m 19, is miles 14 year old cute appeal gonna stay for me? No, am I going to binge marvel comics of him actually aged up and then going to write smut about him and put another mdni banner on my fic , you guessed it? It’s all fictional, don’t stress so much kids.

ur saying alla this to me like im the op of that post, i jus reblogged it

nigga if ur EIGHTEEENNNNN ur barely not a minor, fuck u putting minors dni for? u was just one of us a few months ago cmon now

but if u have to age up a character whos 15/16 JUST to write smut for him, then ur weirdt. theres plenty of adult characters from other media that r similar to megumi personality (and probably look) wise

and ur miles argument is dumb asf. writing for i/astv!miles and writing for comic!miles whos an adult (like u said) is TWOOO different things. they not even the same universe 💀 pls dont be slow on purpose

and if it isn't that srs according to u, then why r u bothering to respond to my reblog thru an anonymous ask? pls do wtv u wanna do n gtf off my page 🫶🏽

[j0kers-light]

Chapter 21 review

Chile why you not giving us more details on readers pass😩🙄 got me all excited to finally hear what happened to her and just to get cliffhangered😭😭

I’m surprised joker ain’t stab Morgana when he seen her😂 reader really is changing joker for the better without her knowing

I feel like Florence is dead even though there’s another side of me saying she is. But it just doesn’t make sense to kill Florence and let Morgana live since they know about him🧐 I at first thought since joker told neo to handle Florence that Neo would just kidnap and hide her but then in the chapter joker said he had to handle the whole Florence situation so I’m guessing he killed her. (By the way I don’t really care if she’s dead or alive in my opinion🤷🏽‍♀️ after how she treated reader I give less fucks about her🙄🤣)

I know you said there was going to be a new person in the story which I didn’t think it was the nurse Sarai I thought it would be a a certain clown girl🤡 herself from jokers past🫣🤔

Look I’m really REALLY trying to like Bruce in this story but he makes it SO difficult 😤 but reader LITERALLY said she didn’t see him that way and she was with some other dude and he ain’t taking the hint🤦🏽‍♀️

MY THEORY: I think for the next chapter Florence is dead which will affect joker and readers relationship to downfall. She gets mad at him curse him out blah blah blah and she says she don’t want to deal with him anymore which makes him sad and turn himself into the GCPD police since he feels like he don’t want to cause anymore heartache and problems for her and can’t move on in life without his light✨😩

I ain’t gonna like I would like both their exes to come at some point to fuck some shit up. Whoever the guy was to fuck yo the readers mental so bad I hope joker give him a slow death where the reader participates in killing him😈 Harley Quinn is literally my favorite villain or all time and if she is going to be in the story if she goes against reader it is going to be heartbreaking 💔 🥲

That’s all just wanted to share my thoughts ✌🏽🫶🏽

Hey hi anon!!

I love love love love your thoughts!! You are close but not quite on the money 🤭

This story is far from being over beloved!

I like cliffhangers lol but there’s a reason why I’m dragging Y/n’s past out. It will be confirmed next chapter but resolved much later.

Joker is learning patience and how to better understand other people’s emotions from Y/n! Joker was ready to snatch Morgana up but he stopped himself. He listened to what she had to say and he definitely can’t kill her now since his Light warned him not to. She said, “You hurt my friends..” plural. Joker in trouble.

Now onto the Flo/Morgana situation. Morgana is smart. She’s keeping her mouth shut and proving her worth as a friend to stay in good with J. Florence on the other hand is threatening to expose Joker to the authorities on top of yelling at his Bunny AND she made you cry which is the catalyst for you having your PTSD episode. You were stressed from that interaction and couldn't handle when Bruce accidentally said your trigger. She has a lot more tally marks against her than Morgana does.

I will say this: Florence left your apartment building alive.

Sarai isn’t a new character, she’s a returning role from chapter 7 🤭 So the new character is still at large.

And yes, Harley Quinn will make an appearance in His Lighthouse. I love her too much not to include her.

I love Bruce and in any other story I'd root for him BUT! I needed a male anti character and......... *stares at Bruce* you're up babe.

Now this next chapter theory of yours 🤭 I love you but

Joker does surrender to the GCPD but its not time for depressed J yet. Him and Y/n are still going strong. Two more hurdles gotta happen for Joker to feel like he’s backed into the corner and forced to surrender.

The theory on exes. Oh boy. Y/n's ex has a big role here.. and he's not done. 👀

[reputationgf]

auggie!! how have you BEEN??

ANGIE !!! I'm doing pretty good 🧿🩷

my classes r going super well, I've been doing amazing in tests!! (top 10 consistently in a batch of 300 people! even in chem which is like holy shit bro. 🧿)

my friends r so so amazing and we have such an amazing time together like fr the first time I feel so fulfilled and wanted and love in friendships and it's so cool 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

in a talking stage kinda but it's also annoying but I also want him and like idk THERES JUST SM !!!

also went to a party and stayed out until 12 fucking am which is such a big deal to me cause I've never stayed out for that long with just my friends it was insanely fun omg

i wish I got the time to write and be on here more!!! i miss it sm and i miss interacting with mutuals <\3 I'll try to balance everything and see how it works outttt

didn't study much today cause i rlly didn't feel like it even though I've a bio test tmrw (i actually hate this chapter so much learning abt plants sucks 😭😭😭) I'll read some notes before sleeping ig 💀💀

ANYWAYS. this was a whole ass essay 😭😭😭 WHAT'S UP WITH U!!! TELL ME EVERYTHING!!!! miss u mwah 💞💞🩷🩷

[vilsoo]

You are my inspiration to keep writing and i'm trying my hardest to pump out my own works, but I feel like my inexperience with sexual or hell even healthy romantic situations is making it really hard for me to even capture the right emotions or pacing in scenes. Like they're off what *I* want, but what *I* want is just a bunch of pent up emotions conceptualized into a big fucking mess... Sorry if this is weird, I feel like maybe you'd have an answer since your works are fucking amazing and paced really well imo :((

also I PROMISE IM OF AGE (04) i know it's weird for an almost 19 y/o to have no experience whatsoever so i didn't want you to think i'm a minor 🙏🏽🙏🏽 -M

aw anon my beloved 🥹🫶🏽 it’s all good no worries!! i think it’s common for writers who have little/no sexual experience to be writing the filthiest smuts online (ngl i wrote my first smut when i was 16 and i was still a virgin with no relationship experience as well LOL) but my best advice is to not let your reality take over what you’re trying to write. it’s a fictional world; it’s supposed to be your safe space and you can create a desired experience for yourself instead. do you often find yourself fantasizing about that *perfect* relationship with your significant other ? you can totally incorporate it however you like !! also, i see that you’re struggling on how to create emotions in fics which is what i still deal with till this day even tho i’ve been writing for ~8 years. try reading romantic poetry/novels. lots and lots of inspiration comes to me when i read. you don’t even have to master writing the most sophisticated sentences/paragraphs with massive vocabulary and perfect grammar, or make your writing style seem “complex” because that’s just like… too much. especially for a fanfiction lmao. you’re writing a fic, not an essay, it doesn’t have to be perfect. once you keep learning and developing your own writing style, you can definitely go all out and express ur creativity (like how i tend to do it lol)

tldr; read lots of romance novels and poetry if you can. and maybe some ao3 fanfics because there’s so many talented writers on there too.

[mithliya]

y’all need to go touch some fucking grass and stop getting offended over everything fr why is it a problem to differentiate between bi ppl who are in hetero relationships and bi ppl in same sex relationships.

STAY AWAY FROM HER.

GET A JOB.

(if you don’t like something you can scroll! i promise no one but you cares for your opinions bc they suck 🫶🏽 hope this helps)

i wish they would understand that from the jump i knew bi ppl without preferences exist and wanted to add an option for that too but 3 options for bisexuals on radblr is simply overkill lol 😭 i know i should’ve put preferences in a separate poll for more accuracy but damn. its not a big deal at the end of the day

[theemporium]

congratulations on 10k, it’s so so well deserved xxx

could i possibly order a 🩵 with lando with "I don't know who you are anymore." need some angst to get the emotions running!

super super well done again x

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

20. "I don't know who you are anymore."

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“I don’t get what the big deal is!” 

“Lando, you’re being blind right now!” 

“Or you’re just being fucking dramatic!” 

The back and forth had been going on for the better part of the last hour. It was meant to be a casual day—a relaxing one even. Lando had been away on a triple header and you had been swamped with work projects, and it meant you hadn’t had much time together. Usually, you tried to join Lando for a race weekend or two but this had been the first time in a while you had gone so long with such limited contact with your best friend. 

The last thing you expected when you walked into his apartment for dinner and a movie night was to be standing on different sides of his living room, screaming at each other. 

“Are you serious?” You looked at him before scoffing, shaking your head. “I am trying to help you. I am trying to look out for you. She’s bad news, Lando!” 

“You don’t know her,” Lando shot back. 

“Neither do you!” 

Lando rolled his eyes but you could see the fuming look shining in them. “Is it so hard to believe that she likes me? Am I that fucking undesireable that you think a girl would just be using me for clout?” 

You let out a frustrated sigh. “No, of course not. But—”

“Are you jealous?” He shot at you, shoulders tensed and back straight. “Is that what this is? You know, she said that—”

“She said what?” You sneered, eyes narrowed at the boy. “What did she say, Lando? What did the wannabe influencer who you’ve known for all about five minutes say about me that you agree with?” 

He clenched his jaw.

“I don’t know who you are anymore,” you murmured, your voice soft and raw, giving him whiplash from the screaming match moments ago. “And frankly, I don’t think I like this new version. You’re not him.” 

He swallowed harshly. “Not who?” 

“My Lando. The Lando who would have thrown himself onto a race track before doubting his own friends and believing the words of some stranger,” you bit, seeing the exact moment your words hit home.

You grabbed your jacket, ignoring the flash of hurt in his eyes as you stormed towards the door. 

“Have fun with your girlfriend, Lando. Don’t call me when you realise I’m right.” 

The door slammed behind you was left to emphasise your point.

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[bobardo]

i NEED to hear your thoughts on reader's arguments with boxer!carmy. what's their first argument about? who usually caves first?

you, anon, are a hero and a scholar and are about to receive the greatest blurb in the history of the the tumblr industry (pls someone understand this reference 😭😭)

BUT IT ALL SERIOUSNESS, this is fucking gold; i love you for sending this.

tw!! ooooohh they get into it yall. carmen being a man (ik, i’m sorry). some suggestive content. happy ending.

bf boxer!carmy and reader fighting!!

concept 1. concept 2. bf boxer!carmy hcs.

ok, so, me thinks bf boxer!carmy and his pretty broad actually argue a lot. so often it teeters just on the edge of being unhealthy. but, they also know each other and realize they’re two petty asf ppl (😭😭). so, even though they argue often, it’s usually over stupid shit, or their little fears (like who was supposed to wash the dishes that night, or how carmy’s profession holds a great deal of power over his life, enough to take it away—

she tries hard not to think about it too much; that argument is a losing game).

if carmy’s being frank, it’s half the reason he’s so fucking obsessed in love with her. she’s feisty—she’s trouble, and carmy’s never been good at staying out of it, even before he was the one starting the fights.

however…

when they fight—oh boy! do they fight.

i’d like to think bf boxer!carmy has a hugeeeee jealousy problem (lil insecure loser ☹️🫶🏽), and so that’s usually how their more heated fights begin.

i think their very first BIG fight has to do with a mix of his jealousy issue and the nature of how their relationship came to be.

allow me to set the scene:

so carmy wins the fight against timmy boy (surprise??) and starts talking to his pretty broad, finds out her and timmy aren’t exclusive, just messing around, and takes the green light.

a few weeks go by and everything is going smoothly—you know, the usual, extravagant dates and expensive gifts, lots of pampering and affection from both ends; the rose-hued, honeymoon stage—and carmy invites her as his plus one to some big party/event for his job.

he knocks on the front door of her apartment at 7:15 pm on the dot with a stunning bouquet—baby’s breath and lilies and anemones—of flowers in his right hand. he’s dressed to the nines; a fitted black tux—double breasted, with peak lapels, and slightly high-waisted trousers—and a brown dress-shirt, first thee to four buttons undone (whore 🥸) with a black chiffon, nearly iridescent slip over it that makes that same brown look an earthy, rich green at a swift glance. one gold bracelet, one gold ring for each hand (middle and pinky fingers), his unnecessarily attractive little gold hoop earrings, and a simple gold crucifix hangin’ ‘round his neck.

he raps his busted knuckles against the door with his left hand, and then patiently leans against the frame and awaits the telltale sign of her heels against the hardwood floors.

he counts to seventeen before her front door is swinging open.

the first thing he notices is that smile (that smile, the one she only ever gives to him—not eddie (god forbid), or nacho, or benny, or fucking timmy—just him). pearly whites, with bow and cherry gems (i loveeee teeth gems if my pfp didn’t make that clear), on display, framed by those plump, painted lips—brown liner, blackberry pink lipstick, and a nice, shiny gloss—that never seem to leave his head; burned into his memory, melded to his mind.

his eyes drop to the baby pink toes he’s become far too fond of, the white strap and silver chain of her dior heels placed prettily over top. flits his appraising gaze up to her ankles, the left one wrapped in the anklet he gifted her on their fourth date, a (boxing) glove charm hanging from the gold link. up—up, up, up—they go, trailing the soft ruffles and tedious buttons lining her long sleeve knit dress, hem hitting just at her shin, tight fitting—cinched to her figure—with a swoop neckline that shows off just the right amount of cleavage.

he stops when his eyes find hers again, brown sugar and saccharine.

he pushes off the door frame and steps through, ‘til they’re standing toe to toe and her head is awkwardly bent backward so she can keep eye contact.

“hi, bear,” she chirps, soft and taunting. grins at him while her jewel adorned hands slide up the smooth lapels of his tux.

the left corner of his mouth kicks up into a smirk as he snakes his left arm around her waist, dragging her closer.

his head spins with the scent of cinnamon and evergreen, and he wants to nuzzle in her neck because of it.

“hey, cub,” he rumbles back, and neither of them acknowledge the way she practically melts into her, she just curls her fingers into his lapels, and he tightens his hold on her waist.

she looks at the flowers in his right hand, “those for me?”

carmy turns his head to look at the flowers, lifts his hand with a noisy crinkle to present ‘em to her.

still, he shakes his head, puts on his best poker face and huffs, “nah, i’m taking that real pretty broad down the hall on a date tonight. just dropping in to say ‘hi’.”

her grin drops, face flat, eyes narrowed.

she unfurls her fists from his jacket, starts pushing him away, out from where he came.

“well, since we’ve finished swapping pleasantries—”

this time when he huffs, he’s huffing out a laugh, “i’m kidding. hey, baby, i’m kidding. swear.” he drops the flowers (unimportant; he can get more if she really wants them) to the ground at the side of their feet and wraps his other arm around her waist, crowding her space, barely giving her room to breathe, let alone slip from his grasp.

she wriggles in his hold, still shoving uselessly at his firm chest. “carmen, let go—”

and, well he’s definitely in trouble, but there’s not much to be done about that now, is there?

he takes both her tiny, pounding fists and locks them behind her back in one fell swoop “never. now look at me.”

she looks into the hallway, just over his shoulder, to piss him off.

his eye threatens to twitch.

“look at me, cub. don’t make me say it again.”

she rolls her brown sugar eyes, but does thereafter shift her gaze to look at him. raises an impatient brow.

“i’m sorry for saying that. it was a shitty joke—”

“it wasn’t fucking funny, carm.”

he grunts, “all right. wasn’t funny, i’m sorry, baby.”

she continues to glare at him for another 30 to 45 seconds, but then her shoulders are slumping and her face is scrunching in that cute little pout and she’s whining like a sweet little baby.

“wasn’t funny, bear,” she grumbles, and carmy snickers.

“y’already said that; gimme a kiss.”

she shakes her head, fussy, and now it’s carmy’s turn to raise an impatient brow.

“what was that? speak up, baby.”

“no,” she groans, stomping her foot, trying to free her hands from behind her back, but there’s no way she’s getting out now, not if she wants to act like a brat.

“try again.”

“n—”

he yanks her into his chest, “try the fuck again.”

but when has she ever just willingly rolled over?

“let me go, carmen.”

“give me a fucking kiss, cub.”

—

they show up to carmy’s work gathering an hour and a half late, but who’s fucking fault is that (this, too, is a losing game)?

when they step into the venue together, all eyes immediately fall on them. how could they not?

carmen ‘carmy’ berzatto, the bear, and his new girl.

timothy ‘timmy’ grayson’s ex girl.

they don’t let it phase them, the side eye and poorly disguised whispering, just find their way to their way to the open bar and mingle with their inner circle.

the night quickly descends from business to casual, but that could just be because they were so late. as the older patrons slip out, the inconsequential jazz humming in the background is shut off, and then the ceiling is shaking with the bass of keep it g by asap rocky.

somehow, carmy’s on his second glass of bourbon and his girl just finished her third glass of wine and they’re…tipsy.

it’s not even like the song playing is inherently sexual, at all, really, but carmy’s lips are trailing over the back of her neck, uncoordinated—messy—and his fingers are digging into her hips because the way she’s fucking grinding on him should not be legal.

“god, cub,” he grunts in her ear, rolling his hips back into her.

“mhmm,” she moans in the back of her throat, subdued, swallowed down, and places her hands over his that grip at her like a lifeline. she lets her head fall back, settle in the crook of his neck so she can nose at the hinge of his jaw and suck a pretty hickey there, too.

he fully thrusts into her, the bass of the speakers muffling the too audible slap of their bodies connecting.

she squirms and squeaks, “bear!”

he growls, “what?”

she giggles in the shell of his ear. “down, boy. i gotta hit the restroom.”

carmy, very reluctantly, lets her slip from his grasp and venture to find the woman’s room. he nurses on another drink—whiskey, this time—but paces himself as he waits for his girl’s return.

that is, until he sees his girl in question talking with timothy fucking grayson. then, he downs the rest of his drink like water and calmly—calmly—walks up to them.

now, if (and this is a very big fucking if) carmen wasn’t being a complete a***** ******* ****** ***** *****, then maybe he would’ve noticed the rather unkempt state of his pretty broad, her soured expression and guarded body language.

he was being a complete redacted though, so he just steps behind her with his chest puffed and his jaw set, just itching for timmy to say something fucking stupid.

and that stupid fucking smirk on his stupid fucking face might scratch that itch just enough to satiate him.

“what’re y’doin’ with my girl, timmy?”

he doesn’t register the way she bristles against him at the term.

my girl.

“just makin’ friendly conversation,” he shrugs, still smirking, and carmy has never wanted his knuckles to split so fucking bad.

“friendly conversation?” he nearly coos back, the condescending, possessive prick. “why don’t y’find someone else to go make friendly conversation with, yeah? fuck off.”

he walks away before timmy boy gets the chance to respond, dragging his girl behind him.

when they make it back to the bar, he finally has the decency to assess his pretty broad. or, hound her, more like.

"what was he sayin' to you? and what the hell were you doin' with him in the fuckin' first place? if he bothers you again you come straight to me, understood?"

he's met with silence.

he frowns, looks down at his girl to find the same expression on her face, and goes to repeat himself. "i said, underst—"

"take me home, carmen."

his frown deepens. he bends in the knee to try and catch her eyes, but she turns her head away as soon as he glimpses her brown sugar irises.

"cub—"

"take me home, carmen. now."

and they've fought, all right? small tiffs here and there, "pick your fucking shoes up, carmen!", "stop fucking touching shit, carm!", "god, carmen, just leave me alone!" but this is different. deeper.

he's still frowning as he nods, mutters "okay," softly, as to not upset her any further, and places his hand on the small of her back to guide out of the venue doors and out to the valet.

usually, after a date, carmen will pull in to a parking space and get out first to open the passenger door for his girl and walk her up to her apartment, before either getting sent off with a goodnight kiss or getting tugged through her front door to continue where they'd left off.

this time, though, she out the door before the cars even full parked.

carmen rushes to keep up with her takes the stairs to her apartment two at a time.

"cub, wait up!"

she does no such thing.

in fact, she only seems to move faster in lieu of his request (brat).

he nearly misses his window to at least say goodnight to her, with the way she quickly keys into her home and tries to slam the door in his face, but a foot in the frame easily rectifies that.

"hey!" he barks at her, shoving the door open and slamming it shut after him.

"don't slam my damn door, carmen!"

"don't try to slam your damn door in my damn face, then!"

she frustratedly groans, arms flailing in exclamation. he watches her cautiously as she looks frantically for something—something, anything—before she's bending down to take off her dior heels.

clearly, something has pent up—boiled, festered—within her, because she chucks a shoe at his head (and for someone so unassuming, she has a damn good arm).

he ducks just before it can hit him, instead banging into the wall.

"what the fu— ow!"

she doesn't miss the second time.

"fuck you, carmen!" she screams at him.

"fuck you! you just threw your fucking shoe at my head! twice!"

"and you fucking deserved it," she cries, taking a step closer to him, pointing an accusatory finger. "you dick!"

"what the fuck did i do?" he shouts back, taking a step forward himself, brows furrowed in frustrated confusion.

"you— y-you—"

he takes another step toward her, "huh? i what? spit it the fuck out, baby."

not for the first time, she pouts like a kicked puppy, and her hands brace on his sturdy shoulders, and she pushes at him, angry. but, certainly for the first, carmy actually loses his balance. nearly trips over his feet with the way he stumbles backward.

"ugh, asshole! you made a bet!"

he frowns, bewildered. "what?"

"don't fucking lie to me, carm—"

"baby, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"stop fucking calling me that!" she screams, "with timothy! you made a bet with him before the fight, a bet on me!"

carmy's mouth hangs open, forming to phantom explanations that all fall too short or get too intimate—personal; she doesn't need to know the backstory, the why in his road to success. she can't, not yet. not so soon.

she shoves him again at his lack of response, and, for the second time, carmy stumbles back.

"fuck you, carmy!" she screams, eyes brimming and— fuck, she was not supposed to find out this way (well, ever, really, but surely not in this way). he racks his brain for sufficient a justification.

"fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! is that how you fucking see me? i'm just another belt you meatheads pass around and compete for? fucking kill yourselves over?"

"that's not true, baby—"

"i'm not your fucking baby!" she goes to shove him again, but he's ready this time, steeled. she throws her weight into each nudge and push and shove she gives to him, grunts and grumbles through the exertion of it, but he's stock-still like a statue now, and immovable force to be reckoned with.

"you done?" he mutters when she's huffin' and puffin' too hard to keep going.

her eyes snap from his chest to his baby blues, glaring. "fuck—!"

"—me? yeah, you've already said that, several times actually. now are you gonna let me explain, or do you wanna keep screamin'?"

her eyes, somehow, narrow further, teeth barred.

carmy prepares himself.

"do i wanna keep screamin'? well, since you fucking offered," she gripes, pounding her fists into his chest again. and he lets her. "you don't fucking think, do you? just puff your chest and fucking take it if you want it, right? god, carmen, i'm not some fucking toy—"

"i never implied that you were—"

"so you didn't bet you could fuck me better than timothy at the weigh-in?"

he snaps his mouth shut.

she scoffs, shakes her head. "un-fucking-believable," she mutters under her breath.

she sighs, and the (arguably) worst is over. but it's not like he necessarily welcomes the tears, either.

she sniffles, red-rimmed eyes sparkling in a pool of saltwater, and weakly shoves at his chest again.

"f-fuck you, bear," she weeps softly, voice cracking, head hanging, and carmy's never wanted to fix something so badly in his whole goddamn life. more than mikey. "i thought you fucking liked me—

"i do—!"

"stop lying—!"

and suddenly, carmen's had enough.

"be quiet," he barks.

the room falls silent.

he sighs, grips hers arms to keep her close and up right. drops his head to rest on hers, eye-to-eye, and she's too tuckered out to fight it.

his adams apple bobs, "i'm sorry, y/n," he whispers, and she doesn't think she's ever heard him so earnest before, so sad. "i'm sorry i made a bet on you, and hurt your feelings because of it. you're not a toy, or a belt, or any other prize, boxing or not; you're a human fucking being. and i'm sorry."

she sniffles again, and he takes her lack of shoving and yelling as clearance to continue.

"i'm not fucking sorry it worked, though." he can feel her tense, so he hurries on before she gets the wrong idea. "i'm not fucking sorry i saw you in that damn pink dress, in your damn pink heels, with you fucking pink toes. i'm not sorry that i talked to you after the match, and made good on my promise to timmy."

"carmen—"

he squeezes the sides of her shoulders, "i'm not sorry 'cause i do like you, cub, so fucking much."

she lifts her head, teary eyes blearily finding his, and she frowns up at him, like she doesn't believe him.

"why're lying?" she whimpers, all watery and sad sounding, and carmy just wants to swaddle her in a blanket and kiss her tears away.

he smiles gently at her, "m'not lyin', baby. do you think i'd still be here if all i wanted was a fuck and duck? that's what the ring girls are for, cub."

she makes a face at him, "ew! g-ross, carmy, don't—!"

he bites back a smirk. "you drive me insane," cuts her off, sliding his hands from her arms to her shea butter smooth palms. "you drive me up the fuckin' wall, actually. but i love that about you. i love that you don't take anyone's shit, including mine. love that you put me in my place, and tell me off when i step out of line." his tongue peaks out to lick his chapped bottom lip before he continues. "i love the way you curl up in a ball every night before bed because you can't sleep any other way, and i love the way you bitch and moan about your bones feelin' too stiff in the morning because of it." he regards her fondly, eyes flitting over every feature. “i love your teeth gems, and your long ass nails. i love it when you’re bare-faced and bushy-tailed, or when you’ve got a— what is it?”

she chokes on a snotty laugh, “a full beat?”

“a full beat!” he repeats, enthusiastic and beaming. they both take a moment to giggle, carmy’s hands finding purchase on her hips to draw her in, chest to chest. “i am sorry i hurt your feelings, cub, so fucking sorry. but i would make that bet ten fuckin’ thousand times over if it meant i’d end up anywhere with you.”

and now she’s crying for a whole different, much sweeter reason.

she pouts at him cutely, “bearrr!”

and it’s like nothing even happened.

“whaaat?” he groans, feigning annoyance. “snotty girl, look at those tears,” he tuts, “such a crybaby.”

“that’s not fair—!”

“hush,” he muses, walking them back toward her bedroom, deft fingers working to unfasten the many buttons of her dress. “you talk too much, anyone ever told you that? whatever, you should let me fuck you.”

“what?”

“you should let me fuck you.”

“you literally ate me out for an hour before we left, that’s why we were so fucking late. and who says you fuckin’ deserve it?”

carmy smirks, that’s his girl.

fuckin’ trouble.

he quirks a brow at her, fingers pausing their decent.

“you gonna let me earn it?”

—

a/n: hope u like it babies bc getting this done made me SICK (im serious i can’t fucking breathe right or swallow properly anymore 🙂‍↔️🫶🏽)

not proofread!!

[ontheshroom]

ooh, I loved the worst. Would you consider continuing it? Maybe Jack tries to win the reader back and she slowly falls back in love or something.

The Worst pt 2

Jack Harlow x reader

Angst/fluff

A/n: enjoy!!🫶🏽

Synopsis: Jack realizes he needs Y/n.

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Every day without you felt longer and longer. Jack attempted to get over you, well thought about it. Word has gotten around that he’s been with girl after girl, but that’s only partly true. He’d try to get over you through them. He’d take ‘em on expensive dates and do things he wished he could do with you, with them. But it wasn’t the same. He’d sleep with them, sure, but half the time he’d have to fake any pleasure they thought they were providing. He’d kick them out immediately, not wanting to deal with them any longer. Minute after minute though, it was all becoming too much. Not having you with him, hit harder than anything he’s ever had to go through. Sure, he’s angry at you. You left him and he didn’t even get to hear your voice tell him goodbye. He didn’t get to look into your eyes while you said the words, just so he could beg you to stay. He didn’t get to tell you how much he loves you, how much he needs you. The fame and money are only fun when you’re there with him.

His apartment never felt this empty before, the whole thing just feels too lonely without you in it. Your music constantly playing, that he used to get on you about. The way you’d sing and dance as you do house chores. The way you’d leave little bits of your personality everywhere, finding different knick knacks everywhere.

“Fuck.” Jack sighs.

He pulls out his phone and scrolls through your Instagram. A lot of your friends were the Instagram type, and have thousands of posts and millions of followers. Nearly their whole life is shown on their page. You’d always scold them on how not everything had to be through social media, and that was Jack’s favorite thing about you. You loved your privacy. You’d always tell him that the purest things only become corrupt when others know about it. But now, he watches as it looks like you’ve been out clubbing day after day. Each post shows you wearing seemingly less and less clothes and more and more makeup. You’re starting to look like your friends. Jack taps your glowing profile to view your story. He smiles as his song plays in the background and you scream his lyrics. Always his biggest fan. His smile quickly fades as he sees a guy wrap his arms around you in the video and smile at the camera.

“Who the fuck is that?” Jack yells to himself.

A big rule when the two of you were dating was having each other’s location on. Now, it wasn’t for any toxic reason, just because y’all travel so much and wanted to make sure each other was safe, this time might be different though.

Jack grabs his keys and quickly makes it to his Jeep, driving to some house that was definitely not yours.

He taps the steering wheel a couple of times eagerly looking for the house 4017 he repeats in his head. He finally finds it and parks the car quickly, leaving the car on.

He walks up to the door and knocks harshly. After a few minutes and a couple more hard knocks, a man answers the door.

“Where the fuck is she?” Jack says to the man sternly.

“Chill, man. She didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend.” He yawns.

You stumble out of his bedroom with your heels barely on and your hair disheveled.

“Jack?” You question, still heavily hungover.

“Come on, y/n,” Jack says sternly.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Come on?” You ask him, furrowing your eyebrows.

“You didn’t say you had a boyfriend.” The guy says.

“I don’t.”

“Come on, y/n. I’m not going to ask you again.” Jack orders.

“Just like how I didn’t ask you to come here?” You ask him, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jack nods, tongue against his cheek tightly before he storms into the house and throws you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!”

“Why do you have to be so challenging, Hmm?” He shakes his head, opening the passenger door.

“I gave you your time, I even had my time. But you never came around. Why? Was it me?” He asks you.

“Jack, I’m too hungover for this shit.” You sigh.

“Shit? Us talking about our relationship is shit?” He yells.

“NO, YOU FUCKING YELLING IS THE SHIT! SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A SECOND!” You yell at him.

Surprised by your outburst, Jack rearranges in the driver’s seat and sighs.

“Why did you leave?” He asks quietly.

“Cause I couldn’t deal with it anymore.”

“Deal with what? You never talked to me about it so I don’t know what was happening.”

“Your career, your fans, the fast life, it was all too much. Then, you were barely there. I mean we were together, but you weren’t there.” You admit.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because when we first started dating I asked you what would be the biggest reason you’d break up with a girl, and you said she didn’t support your career. It wasn’t that I didn’t support your career anymore, I just felt lonely, but I didn’t know how you’d take it. So, I broke up with you before you broke up with me.” You shrug, playing with your thumbs.

“Y/n, baby. I promise you, I wouldn’t have broken up with you.” He says, holding you hard.

“How was I supposed to know, Jack.” You say, tearing up and looking at him.

“You wrote all these songs about having other girls, you’re always around so many pretty girls, and I just. I don’t compare to what you could have.” You tell him, tears falling down your cheeks.

Jack pulls into a random parking lot and parks the car.

“Y/n, I don’t care about any other girls, and I certainly didn’t have any other girls on the side. You’re the one I love. If you needed me I would’ve been there.” Jack says, cupping your cheek, and wiping the tears away.

You just look at him, tears falling.

“Y/n, take me back. Let me try again.” Jack pleads.

“I don’t want to hold you back.” You sniffle.

“Baby, I don’t give a fuck about anything that doesn’t include you. Forget my job, don’t even think about it. Think about me and what we could have. Please.” Jack begs.

You cup his cheek like you did that night at the Halloween party. For a second Jack thinks it’ll be the same, that you’ll tell him that y’all aren’t meant to be.

You look up into his eyes, the eyes you’ve missed for months. You literally have all that you’ve wanted in your hands and it’s begging for you to take him back, but instead, you settle back into your seat.

“Take me home, please.” You say barely above a whisper.

Jack nods sadly before reversing the car and driving out of the parking lot, to your house.

The drive is quiet and full of tension.

“Take me on a date. Take me on a date and show me we’ll have enough time together.” You tell him.

A smile appears on Jack’s face as he realizes you’re giving him a chance.

“Where?” He asks, a full-on smile displayed on his face.

“You choose, just don’t flake on me.” You tell him.

“I won’t.” He smiles.

“Okay, text me when and where.” You tell him, getting out of the car.

Jack watches as you walk into your apartment building. He breaks out in celebratory yells and dances, pausing when he hears two knocks on his window.

“I, uh, I forgot my phone.” You laugh.

“Right, right. Here you go.” Jack says, giving you your phone.

You turn around and walk to your apartment, still laughing.

“Way to go, Jack,” Jack says, putting the car in drive and pulling off.

Tuesday

Jack: Can I come get you tonight at 7

Y/n: it’s 6

Jack: I know.

Y/n: I mean..sure?

Jack: Dress as casually as you can.

Y/n: I am confused.

Jack: don’t worry about it.

You sigh and get up from your spot on the couch, walking towards your room. You pick out a cute sweat suit and put it on. You decide to go for a simple and light makeup look and by the time you’re done with everything it’s 6:45. You sit on your bed for a bed swiping through Tik Tok when Jack texts you to tell you he’s downstairs.

“I said to dress casual.” Jack sighs.

“This is casual!” You argue.

“You could go out like that.” He smacks his lips.

“In Nike sweatpants and a matching hoodie?” You ask him.

“Maybe you just look that good.” He smiles.

“Tomato, tomato, tomato.” You say to him, gesturing your hands as if you’re throwing tomatoes at him.

“Man, I can’t compliment my date?” He smacks his lips.

“No. Now, where are we going?” You ask him, smiling.

“We’re gonna go pick up some food to go and that’s all I’m telling you right now,” Jack says, putting the car in drive.

Once Jack gets on the highway you notice he’s driving downtown.

“You told me to dress casual and we’re going downtown?” You ask him, flabbergasted.

“Yes.” He nods.

“This sounds like a setup.” You sigh.

“Shut up.” Jack laughs.

Jack parks outside of some food place and goes inside. He comes out carrying two bags filled with food.

“Damn, Jack.” You say surprised.

“What, I look good or something?” He smiles.

“No, dummy. Why we got all this food.” You laugh.

“So I don’t look good?” He asks scrunching his brows.

“Of course you do, Now why did you get all of this food?” You question him taking the bags from him and putting them in the back seat so he could drive.

“Cause I wanted you to be able to pick from whatever you wanted.” He shrugs.

He pulls up to a gas station.

“Go get two large slushies, while I fill up the tank.” He says to you, handing you his card.

“I can pay for that, Jack.” You laugh.

“Take it.”

“Nope.” You tell him and walk away into the store.

You grab two large slushie cups and fill one half and half with red and blue and one with all red for Jack.

You pay for them and join Jack who’s waiting in the car.

“Here ya go.” You say handing him his drink.

“Thank you, pretty girl.” He says out of habit.

The nickname makes you blush just as it did when y’all were together.

“Where are we going now?” You ask him, taking a picture of the setting sun with your phone.

“See that building right there?” Jack asks, pointing to a tall building.

“Yeah.” You nod.

“You can park your car on top, we’re gonna watch the sunset from up there and eat, and then we’re gonna drive around.” He says.

Your eyes soften as you realize what he’s doing.

“Like, our first date?” You ask him, tears forming in your eyes.

You didn’t think Jack even remembered your first date with him.

“Exactly.” He smiles.

Jack goes up the building's parking ramp, smiling at you laugh the whole time he goes through the swirls.

Once he parks on top the view is beautiful.

“Wow. It looks exactly the same.” You sigh, remembering your first date up here.

“You look just as beautiful as you did the first time.” He says.

He brings out the food and you laugh as you realize it’s the same food y’all ate the first time you came up here too.

“So, you just had this all planned out, huh?” You ask him.

“I did.” He nods.

“Thank you, Jack. This means a lot.” You tell him.

“I only have one request.” He tells you.

“What?”

“You end this date how we ended the first one.” He says.

You pause for a second, thinking about it. Jack went through so much to make sure this date was perfect. You’re sure you can make the relationship work this time with more communication.

“Okay.” You agree.

“Okay?” He celebrates.

“Okay.” You nod, laughing.

“Okay!” Jack yells, leaning over and kissing you.

You kiss him back, both of you smiling.

“We’re forever this time, baby. I promise.” Jack beams.

“We’re forever.” You agree.

“Put this back on,” he says digging your promise ring out of his pocket and placing it on your left ring finger.

“Thank you.” You smile.

“Promise to never take it off.”

“I promise.”

[sleepingnova]

Y'all have been waiting for like a month so here it is guys <3

BEHOLD

𝙼𝚒𝚕����𝚜 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜!

These are the more laid back ones. The angstier ones will be later.

Cw: self harm and suicide mentions, transphobia, uhh that might be it?

Miles is a ftm trans boy. (This'll cause problems later on.) He realized this when he was 13, but he was scared and in denial.

His birth name was Michaela.

People always thought he was a guy because he looked like one, which made him happy.

The first person he came out to was his uncle, Aaron. (Aw ye Aaron angst soon hell ye)

He is also bisexual, which isn't a big deal to him, he's scared shitless at how he's gonna tell his parents he's trans.

As he gets older, he doesn't care much about having a s/o, but we'll come back to this later.

For the sake of these headcanons and where I'm planning on going with this, Aaron lives till old age :D

Miles fessed up about being trans to Aaron when he was 14 going on 15.

Aaron being the W uncle he was, supported him with his whole life because believe it or not, Aaron was also trans. He had his surgery young so miles grew up never knowing.

Aaron was the type of guy to think that it'd be better if Miles told his parents instead of keeping them in the dark.

Miles didn't come out as trans officially to his parents until he was 17. He went to Aaron's apartment and cut his hair. He had a BUNCH of hair.

Like the good Samaritan he was, he donated it to cancer centers for the causes of cancer and alopecia and all the other diseases that take your hair away.

Okay here's the angstier part of these headcanons 🤪🫶🏽

He went home that night with Aaron behind him and officially told his parents. His mother welcomed and supported him with open arms, changing her use of pronouns and names and calling him son immediately.

His dad on the other hand actually wasn't there. But when he came home, he saw Rio and Miles hugging so he was confused. Aaron left and Miles asked to talk outside privately.

He told his dad and..his dad didn't respond to it in the best way.

His father told him it would be a change and that he didn't want to say goodbye to his daughter so soon.

Jeff never wanted a son in the first place. He wanted a girl.

All of the respect he had for his father was gone in like 2 seconds.

Miles went back inside with tears in his eyes. His mom looked up from the kitchen table and asked him how it went but when she saw the heartbreak in his eyes, she rushed over to him.

When Miles told her what happened, she was so pissed. She wanted to cuss his dad out so badly, but she didn't. Instead, she called Aaron and told him to come get Miles so she could talk to her husband.

As Aaron was driving back to get Miles, he was fucking furious. While Miles was in the car, he got out and quite literally punched the shit out of his dad and started yelling at him.

That was the end of it at that time.

Aaron bought miles a new binder (after finding his old one that he's had since he was 14)

He got miles basically everything he needed, and Miles started saving up to get surgery.

The first thing he got was too surgery. He didn't care too much about bottom surgery but he still wanted it.

As time went on, his dad's comments actually started to get to him. His dad would misgender and deadname him almost every day.

For a while, miles was actually really depressed. He didn't let anyone see it though. Not Peter, or Gwen. Which brings me to my next point.

Miles actively quit being spiderman 3 times. He quit for the very first time when he was 14, he was actively failing his classes because of stress and exhaustion and his parents had no clue why. Then he kept going and quit again 2 weeks before his 16th birthday. He had a bunch of wounds that needed to heal and he played sports so he didn't want anyone who didn't know he was spiderman to assume his parents were hitting him. After some time and much exercise, he went at it again. He quit for "good" the 3rd time, 3 days into his 17th birthday. One of his friends had gotten injured during an attack and almost died while he was trying to get the guy away from his friend. He swore he wouldn't let anyone get hurt and he thought not being spiderman would prevent that. ( His depression also played a major role in why he kept quitting as well)

It did not.

So he went back at it and is currently still spiderman.

He actually was in the hospital for a suicide attempt. Twice on different attempts.

He begged the hospital not to give him his mom. There were like 15 nurses w the last name morales so when his mom came in it went a little something like this.

"Hello, my name is Rio, I'll be your nurse today. It shows you're in here because of a failed suicide attempt. I'm so sorry to hear that it got that bad and I'm glad you're still with us. It's funny, you have the same name as my son...Miles..?" As she turned around, there he was. Miles was in the hospital bed with stitches and scars on his wrists from bleeding out in Aaron's bathtub.

The tears came flooding out as miles avoided her gaze at all cost. He was ashamed. He was scared. It brought him back to being 14 again. When someone found out he was trans.

She rushed to his side.

"Mi niño, cómo sucedió esto? ¿Quién hizo esto? (My child/boy, what happened? Who did this?)

She instantly realized what happened when he did not speak. Her eyes softened and tears flooded out of her eyes. She began to sob as she walked out of the room and into the hallway. Passing patients looked at her as they had never seen a nurse or doctor lose their cool at the hospital.

Once miles was out, he was placed on suicide watch and his mom was watching over him like a hawk. For a while, he was actually getting better and doing really well.

Truth be told, he's scared of dying so he'd never actually kill himself.

When he draws, he draws all his characters with small little self harm scars on the bodies as a comfort thing because he did the same thing.

Aaron and Rio are trying to talk sense into his dad because that's kinda one of the main reasons miles attempted in the first place.

Miles has a playlist for when he feels sad. It consists of Cavetown, Melanie Martinez, SZA, his favorite song (Sunflower post Malone & swae Lee), Mac Miller, and a bunch of others <3

Okay that's actually kinda it, I went a bit overboard with this but I hope you guys liked it :)

Likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3

I'm considering doing a small fanfic with these headcanons so let me know if you guys want it.

I'm also gonna make a taglist as well, so for now if you'd like to be on it, just send an ask :)

Happy Thanksgiving everyone 💙

Btw, if you want me to drop the playlist, send me an ask and I got you ❤️ (>▽<)

[pclungs]

ok well i fixed it. i cried bc i got like 2 broken portable players and i thought the radio was broken too while also fucking up my fav tape (wish by the cure) and also im abt to have my period but anyways it wasn't rven a big deal 🫶🏽 lost a few seconds of 2 songs but its whatever. listening to wish rn yayyy

i really did mean to sleep early tonight but i spent like an hour salvaging my cassette and then being sad about it even though i'm pretty sure the only part that got damaged didn't even have audio playing bc the last song already finished but it was a bday giftttttt

[theemporium]

Foreplay with norstappen when lando cums in his pants and is a bit embarrassed but y/n and max assure him they find it hot

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

.

It was hot. 

So unbelievably fucking hot that it made his head spin. His body felt like it was on fire, his cheeks were burning up and he couldn’t tear his dazed eyes away from the sight in front of him. He didn’t think he ever wanted to look at anything else again.

Maybe it was the stress of the upcoming season. Maybe it was the fact he had been away in England for the last week because of meetings and factory visits. Maybe it was because Lando was a simple man with simple desires, and everything in front of him was a wet dream come to life. 

Or maybe Lando was just really fucking weak when it came to you and Max. 

He had landed not even a few hours ago, finally coming back home to your shared flat after a week of messages and late night calls. He wanted you. He wanted Max. He just wanted to be at home with his people again. 

And somewhere between the greeting kisses and murmured catch-ups with a show playing on in the background, Lando found himself sprawled across the bed with you on top of him, hips rolling and grinding down on his painfully hard dick. Max was behind you, his fingers threaded through your hair as he tugged your head back so he could kiss you. 

Lando tried to hold himself back. He tried to grip the sheets beneath him and think about anything except the scene in front of him, but your hips kept rolling and Max was moaning into your mouth and he just couldn’t help himself. 

He let out a pathetic whimper as a rush of pleasure ran down his spine, hot and white and breath-taking. His face burned in embarrassment when he realised what he had just done, and now he wanted to be anywhere but near you and Max.

“Stop, stop, stop,” he exclaimed, catching both you and Max off-guard as he lifted you off his lap before he pushed past the two of you to try and make it to the bathroom.

“Lando?” Your brows furrowed together as you reached for him but he jerked away from the contact. “Babe, what’s wrong? Are you okay? What happened?”

“I–” Lando closed his eyes when he felt hot, shameful tears well up on his lash line. “It’s nothing. I’m fine. I just…I need a sec, okay?”

You shot Max a look, your concern only growing tenfold.

“We can stop, it’s fine,” Max murmured as he took a step closer to the boy, his hand resting on the Brit’s back. “Just tell us how we can help.”

Lando let out a low groan as he covered his face with his hands. “It’s embarrassing.”

“You can tell us anything, baby, you know we would never judge,” you murmured as you stood up off the bed, moving closer to your boys.

“I—” Lando paused as he let his shoulders drop, turning to face the two of you as he tried not to wince at his next words. “I…finished.”

You both stared at him. “Okay, and?”

“And it’s embarrassing!” Lando retorted, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink colour. “Look, let’s just not talk about this ever again and pretend it never happened—”

“Lando,” you called on him softly, stepping forward to take his face in your hands so he couldn’t turn away. “I was humping your dick, I’d be more offended if you didn’t come.”

“But…I usually do better than that,” he muttered. 

“You haven’t seen us or touched us for a week,” Max reminded him. “You missed us. It happens. It’s hot. It’s no big deal.”

“It’s not hot, it’s embarrassing,” Lando grumbled. 

“I agree with Max,” you said as you wound your arms around his neck. “It’s hot, baby. It's so hot that you can't help yourself.”

Lando gulped slightly.

“Do you like watching us?” Max murmured as his fingers gripped Lando’s chin, turning his face to look at him. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” he whispered his confession. 

“Knew you were a little freak,” you teased jokingly as you nosed his jaw. “Do you wanna keep watching? Wanna watch Max absolutely ruin me?”

Lando’s eyes fluttered shut. “I—”

“Words,” Max reminded him, his voice a little sterner this time.

“Yes,” Lando whined. “Please, I just…please.”

You grinned as you glanced at Max before turning your attention back to your other boyfriend. “Anything for our good boy.”

.

[theemporium]

“People are staring at us.” “Well, let’s make them jealous.” green eyed mojito

with luke bringing his girlfriend to a family skate and the cameras being on them

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

10. “People are staring at us.” “Well, let’s make them jealous."

.

You knew team family skate days were a big deal. 

If not for the whole franchise, then at least for the guys on the team who got the chance to share the ice with the people they loved and cared for the most. Luke had told you as much when he asked you to join him, insisting that it was your choice on whether you wanted to join him and his family or not. 

It was the next big step in your relationship, you knew that. But by some miracle, you and Luke had managed to keep your relationship quiet and private. There were whispers but nothing confirmed, but those doors would be blown open if you joined him at the Devils Family Skate with all those cameras around—especially following both Hughes brothers.

Luke knew you had your doubts about the camera and publicity of it all, but it still made him unreasonably giddy when you said you wanted to join him. He was practically buzzing on the days leading up to the event, answering any and every question you had to try and calm your nerves. 

And when the day came, Luke refused to leave your side. He kneeled down in front of you on the bench, helping tie your skates. He looped his arm through yours as you waddled onto the ice, clinging onto him when your skates almost slid out from beneath you. He stuck to your side until he had to do an interview, leaving you in the hands of his parents as he made his way to complete the interviews as quickly as he could. 

You could feel the cameras following Luke as he made his way back to you.

“People are staring at us,” you murmured, only just loud enough for him to hear since your head was down with your eyes glued to your skates like that was going to help you keep your balance.

“Well, let’s make them jealous,” Luke retorted as he took your hands in his, already starting to pull you along with him.

Your nose scrunched up as you finally looked up at him, laughing as you did. “God, that was really fucking cheesy.” 

“I thought it was motivational,” he said, trying—and failing—to remain serious as he continued to pull you around the rink. “Did my parents take care of you?” 

“They did,” you said before adding with a smile. “I can confirm that Ellen is the best skater in the family.” 

Luke scoffed. “After me, obviously.” 

“In your fucking dreams, babe,” you snorted, only to let out a squeal when Luke suddenly sped up. “Luke!” 

But the boy only cackled, taking mercy and slowly stopping so he could pull you towards him and wrap his arms around you. “Sorry, baby.” 

“Dick,” you murmured against his chest.

“Yeah, I deserve that,” he grinned back, holding you tighter.

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