#by the time it gets cold enough for beanies to do anything other than just take up space

[eseongsubs]

PDA | Lee Heeseung

word count: 1,078

format: drabble

a/n: I gave into those ugly fanfiction tumblr headers you guys…i’m so sorry to be assaulting your eyes with this basicness. I will be learning how to make headers for my series’ and plotted stories so you don’t have to stare at these nuisances. Anyway, I decided to start writing when I had an idea rather than when I want because I have the goal of being a more productive writer. I didn’t even want to write this, but I forced myself to because I know that sub!idol tumbler is sorrowfully dry, so. Enjoy. If you’ve got any requests or thirsts i will answer them. Like i said. I’m “Inspired.”

note: reader’s gender is not stated, implicitly or explicitly.

warnings: explicit cumshot, public blowjob…, sub!heeseung, dom!reader, uhmm thats it honestly.

Heeseung is not a “bad boy” by any means. Specifically, blowjobs in public have never been Lee's forte. He paints his nails black, sometimes, and he likes to wear a dark graphic tee with a silver chain every now and then, but, thats because it looks cool. And you always teased him for his sense of grandeur. No, Heeseung was a thoughtful man with a particular kindness and generosity that one can only learn. He doesn't have the guts, really, to be a “bad boy,” do the things "bad boys" do, only the foresight to be a well behaved one. He likes rewards, he likes praise, and he enjoys positive reinforcement. Negative talk makes him respond negatively, like a sorrowful golden pothos house plant. He needs sweet talk to keep him green and flourishing.

With that being said, today was an interesting mix of occurences that lead to your contemporary circumstances. 

You like the way that Heeseung’s long dancer legs tremble under your palms as you steady him, keeping him afloat amid the rolling waves of pleasure threatening him to collapse to the tiled restroom floor. His black skinny jeans slide down toward mid thigh, in a way that forces Hee to rear his butt off the bathroom wall, his dick in your awaiting mouth. It wasn’t tireless work, but rather a spur-of-the-moment decision you made out of your own curious lust. An inquisitive test to see just how much your boyfriend would let you get away with. 

“Ooh…” A curling pout expresses your heeseung’s pleasure across his face, as wobbly in stature as his thighs are, trying to hold his composure steady for you, not alert any outside passersby as to what was occurring inside this little single-person family bathroom. “Feels…feels really good” Heeseung concedes, his pink nose from the cold winter temperatures sniveling, his beanie slipping off toward the left direction of his head – your right – revealing the fluffy and mussed black shimmer of his hair. His praise is unprompted, so you smile, pulling off of his shaft and stroking it with an entire glove-clad palm. Hee’s hips twitch upward. 

“Why thank you, sweetheart. That’s so nice.” The ennuncuiation of your last two words was devastatingly intentional. Heeseung’s whole body shudders. He loves to feel like a sweet man for you. The praise sinks in deep to his skin, like a needle. You lave your tongue over his tip again, not taking him fully into your mouth this time just to watch him squirm, build up the peak in his balls already beginning to squeeze to completion. 

Like you said, Heeseung wasn’t one for public…service. He was too respectful, and a bit too believing in the rhetoric of “obedience in advance.” Conform to the wants of others, or any institution, and you will escape punishment, if you’re good enough. Unfortunately, that logic wasn’t real. Not with you, when you punish Heeseung for your own enjoyment, twisting his actions and behaviours into an excuse to watch him squirm under your cruelty, and not with the law either. But today, your boyfriend had been a bit too caught up in your lips, and pathetically eager to please. He followed your word like Mogli under the trance of that snake, in Jungle Book. Yes master, no master, I’ll do anything you say, master. Quite the perfect storm. 

“Oh– ngh…Oh! N-no, no…” you ignored Heeseung’s mutterings to himself. His head, shifting back-and-forth, pushing his hat further off of his head. His obedient heads, attempting with fail to grip onto the tile walls, squeezing into defeated fists. Your lips wrap about his tip, finally, sucking with little force, before sliding down his cock further and driving gratified whimpers from your Hee’s mouth. Whimpers that interrupt the low mewls he has already been unable to cage away. You push-and-pull your tongue on the underside of his cock with each stroke. One of Heeseung’s hands tug at the fingers of your right arm, interlacing yours with his as a surprised moan slips from you, replaced with a satisfied hum. Not a “bad boy” bone in his polite body. 

Another surprise sneaks up on you as Heeseung whispers, trying his absolute best not to shout. “I’m cumming!” Hee weeps, grabbing your hair with his second unoccupied hand as his pleasure converges into a delightful sight, yanking you off of his dick. First, his stomach tenses, then his balls, then the abused tip of his cock throbs as he releases string after string across the bathroom floor, your hair, cheeks, nose, and lips. Some even lands on your eyelashes, as his grippable hips surge forward in a euphoric blaze. Heeseung’s eyes don’t squeeze shut all the way, just into pretty little crescents, so he can watch with effort as he showers you in his release. You, on your knees, before him. “Oh god, I’m cumming…” he pules weakly again, his final droplets of spunk dripping from his defiled tip. You grin again. 

“Couldn’t wait?” you inquire, Heeseung’s head fallen completely forward as his muscles spasm, still swimming in pleasure and the aftermath of it. His beanie makes the quietest, softest plat as it hits the ground, like a sewing needle hitting the floor makes a soft clang. 

“I’m so sorry” Heeseung’s hand holding yours shakes in your embrace, his other hand relenting its hold on your hair. “I didn’t…I didn’t want to cum in your mouth without permission.”

You ignore, of course, that he could have subsided from cumming at all without permission. But, Heeseung didn’t like to cum in public, so, you decided it could be his reward. 

“Don’t be sorry, baby. You did a really good job.” Your lips meet Hee’s knee with a smooch, patting your mark with a frsiky grin. “Now lets get me cleaned up.” 

[tj-crochets]

I set out to do some unpacking today after I finished the quilt and in one of the boxes I found a skein of yarn and I got distracted from unpacking and knit another beanie

[seivsite]

PICTURE-PERFECT CONFESSION.

prompt : being asked to take photos of them and of course they accept, but they can’t seem to focus properly.

includes: blade x gn!reader. mentions of reader wearing lipstick, modern au, friends to lovers, reader’s shorter than bladie, he’s a simp, and a loser, my loser, one kiss — wc: 806

As the sun blared through the windows, you couldn’t help but rest your head on your desk. These morning classes were killing you. The only pleasant thing that could have happened today was Blade chasing Jing Yuan over a book he stole.

There was something about the book being precious and secretive, but you didn’t care much.

Suddenly, someone tapped the top of your head, breaking you out of your trance.

“Wakey, wakey, sweetheart, time to get up~” A sweet, melodious voice said, patting your head gently, as if trying to rouse you.

“I am awake, Kafka,” you replied, finally sitting up straight. “Anything to do after this?” you inquired, tidying your clothes and belongings and then putting them in your bag.

“Not much. Silverwolf wanted to go to the arcade again, something about a new game,” Kafka said, watching you stand up from your seat.

“Alright, let’s just go meet with her.”

The two of you walked in unison, chatting about each other’s day. Silverwolf waved you over when she saw the two of you exit the building.

“Over here!” Silverwolf shouted, waving at the two of you.

“Took you long enough. I even got myself a milkshake,” she complained, sipping the cold beverage.

“Sorry, darling, this sweetheart was lost in thought again,” Kafka nudged you teasingly.

You rolled your eyes before moving on to Blade, who was standing behind Silverwolf with his sunglasses and beanie on. While Kafka and Silverwolf conversed, you quietly approached him.

“Hey, want to ditch and go get some coffee or something?” You whispered in his ear, tiptoeing a bit to match his height.

With how close you were and your breath in his ear, Blade couldn’t seem to stop the blush from creeping onto his face. Turning his head to the side to avoid your eyes, “Ahem, sure, if they don’t mind.”

“Hey Silverwolf, you don’t mind if Bladie and I ditch for today? I just remembered I have some stuff I need to buy,” you said, conjuring a semi-truth on the spot.

“Eh..? But you promised to play with me...” she complained, a small pout on her lips.

“Next time, I promise. Gotta fly~!” you said, sheepishly grabbing onto Blade’s hand and dragging him away.

You savoured the café’s desserts with evident delight, your soft hums of pleasure filling the air. Across the table, Blade propped his chin on his hand, his gaze drawn irresistibly to the alluring contours of your features – your captivating eyes, the cascade of your hair, and above all, your inviting lips that he yearned to taste.

“…Ade, Blade!” your voice pierced his reverie, snapping him back to reality.

He blinked, swiftly adjusting his posture. “Yes?” he responded, a hint of breathlessness in his voice.

“What’s gotten into you? I’ve been calling your name several times. Anyway, could you take a picture of me with this adorable kitten-shaped coffee?” With a playful smile, you handed him your phone.

“Of.. course,” he managed, taking your phone gingerly into his hand.

With utmost care, Blade positioned the phone to frame you perfectly at the centre — not too high, not too low, capturing the ideal angle. As he fumbled momentarily, his focus was suddenly ensnared by the enchanting curve of your lips, accentuated by your radiant smile.

SNAP!

After what seemed like an eternity of wordless admiration, he eventually managed to snap the perfect picture. To him, the moment felt like a mere blink, but to you, it was an entire minute of him fumbling and gazing without uttering a single word.

“Enjoying the view? I could send you the pic so you can savour it for the rest of the night~” you playfully teased, poking his bandaged hand.

“Hmph, as if,” he retorted, though a hint of bashfulness tinted his response.

Your smile grew, and you gracefully rose from your seat to settle next to him.

“Bladie~ Look here,” you coaxed.

“What—mph?!” He began to protest, only to be taken aback by the sudden warmth of your lips against his. You took the lead, skillfully cradling his neck, while he stood as rigid as a plank.

“You’re quite obvious, you know. It’s rather cute,” you whispered, punctuating your words with kisses on his flushed cheeks.

Blade remained wordless, ensnared in a trance as your mellifluous and soothing voice echoed through his thoughts, leaving his mind in a delightful whirl. You couldn’t help but giggle at his captivated state, indulging in one more cheeky kiss planted on his lips.

Slowly, he emerged from his daze, his fingertips gingerly grazing his lips and cheeks, as if to confirm the reality of the tender encounter.

“It’s indeed real, Bladie. I love you, loser.”

NOTE. ending is a bit… eh, not to my liking but it’s okay for now, i forgot to reply this to ur ask bff but here ya go 😭

TAG LIST. @yanqingisim

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[perpetuallydaydreaming]

you’re warm.

you like the cold weather but sleeping next to your warm, almost hot boyfriends, you believe you can be convinced otherwise.

warnings: none

tags: established relationship, poly! marauders, gn!reader, last part of my christmas event!

you like the cold weather.

you welcome it in fact. you don’t wear a jacket anymore if you’re sweater is thick enough, you love the boots and how it’s actually a necessity during this time of year. the shivering in your bed, the crunching snow on your feet, feeling the cold wind on your cheeks. you don’t sweat as much, and you have an excuse to stay at home all day. all of it you welcome with open arms.

but ever since you started dating the marauders, everything was suddenly warm. too warm, in fact.

james has made it his mission to never let the cold wind touch your face. always using his thick body as a barrier between the wind and you, regardless if he was aggressively shivering from the cold, himself.

while, sirius bought you a portable heater to place beside your bed, he charmed it so the large thing was always blasting hot air especially when you slept alone.

of course remus joined the fray, he wasn’t as thick as james so he couldn’t block the wind for you. he didn’t have, what sirius calls, daddy money to buy you heating appliances. so instead he always carries a plethora of winter layers, an extra jacket to give you whenever you leave the house without one. it was always so thick and heavy. along with a beanie, earmuffs, and gloves.

it got up to the point where you had nosebleeds from the heater, james almost getting frostbite and remus running out of jackets, that he once went out in a shirt and cardigans when the temperature got to the negatives.

ever since you started dating the marauders, everything was suddenly warm. too warm, in fact.

you hadn’t had a night when you were shivering alone in bed. now, your boys were always tucked in beside you, touching you in some way.

the way everyone falls into this routine every night with practiced ease. falling into their designated spots and laying and touching each other without a second thought. although it wasn’t always like this.

in fact, the first time the idea of sleeping in one bed was brought up, it was met with extreme reluctance from you. you already had a system in place— spending the night with one marauder at a time. less hot limb near your side, the better.

you know your boyfriends generally run a little hot, just imagining all of you piled together in one heap under a heavy blanket. you already feel the urge to scratch your hair out in frustration.

but they weren’t anything but persuasive. so you gave your reluctant agreement to the idea, after much begging, pleading and bribing.

the first winter night you spent wth them, you had barely gotten any sleep. you were too uncomfortable, too hot to sleep like you always do. you found yourself pushing james’ arms away from your waist, his arm too thick, heavy, and warm. detangling your legs away from their theirs. pushing your back to remus to give space for yourself to breathe. and when you finally found sleep, you just woke up huddled even closer together than you first started the night.

james taking residence laying in front of you, your hand in his while his other arms splayed over your waist. remus situated behind you, his arm underneath your head and the other holding unto james over your waist. sirius laying behind remus, his arm reaching over to your hips and his other underneath remus’ head. all of your legs a tangled mess of limbs underneath the warm thick sheets.

and that’s how it’s always been.

now when you wake up, the sun reflecting from the white snow outside. you see the morning sun beaming on remus’ head creating a halo of brown and golds. you see each splatter of freckles on james’ face with how close he pulled you to his side. you feel the sleep induced caressing of sirius on your waist reaching over remus and his messy hair behind rem. you hear their soft warm breaths in the dead silence of your room.

you try to remember the last time you got cold, and realize you’ve been alone in each instance.

you like the cold weather.

always wearing a thick jacket when you go outside, with the slight scent of remus on the collar, you always zip it up over your mouth, burying yourself with the layers surrounded by his clean warm scent. when the wind becomes too strong, you hold unto james now, his thick bicep clutched to your chest. he would adjust his hold, wrapping both of his arms around you, opening his jacket and zipping you inside. and in the days where you lay alone, sirius would always leave something for you, to make you feel less lonely. there was a giant stuffed dog, so soft and smooth to touch, notes of promises to see you later in the evening, freshly made coffee from a newly bought coffee machine and the whole house heated to the right temperature.

because ever since you started dating the marauders, everything was suddenly warm. too warm, in fact.

and the warmth spreading from your stomach to your toes, as if grounding you, seeing their sleeping forms and hearing their soft breaths, you find that you don’t mind a little bit of heat after all.

[renzireads]

Ice skating, one of the most popular dates around this time of year, and it seemed like he would be third wheeling it with some friends.

Daichi and Sugawara had invited him on their date after Kuroo complained about how he didn't have time to mingle and do fun things after work because he's usually oh so tired and no one interesting had come into his life recently.

He didn't complain often, but whenever he was calling with Daichi or Suga, he felt safe enough to do so. They'd understand, they always did.

So they invited him out on their date with the lame excuses of "maybe you'll meet someone" and "you're allowed to have fun!"

Kuroo was allowed to have fun, actually. That's something he often forgot now that he was working more often than not. His life turned serious way too quick.

Another thing Daichi and Sugawara seemed to understand all too well.

"Kuroo!" Suga yelled as he saw him, running up to him and enveloping him in a warm and crushing hug. "We missed you."

Kuroo gently put his hand on Suga's head, his silver hair poking out from underneath his beanie. "I missed you too."

Another pair of arms wrapped around him, Daichi hugging them both from behind. "It's been too long."

"Too long indeed." Kuroo smiled, a smile that quickly wavered. "Doesn't mean I don't feel guilty about interrupting your date."

"Don't!" Both Daichi and Sugawara exclaimed as they let go. A soft blush made its way onto Sugawara's face.

Kuroo blamed it on the cold.

"C'mon, before the ice melts." Daichi teased as they walked towards the ice skating rink.

As they approached, the atmosphere buzzed with the joyful sounds of laughter and the rhythmic scraping of blades against the ice.

Daichi, Sugawara, and Kuroo rented a trio of skates, each taking a moment to adjust them before gliding onto the glistening surface.

Almost immediately, Sugawara fell flat on his ass, getting a laugh out of both Daichi and Kuroo he had been aching to hear, or so his smile seemed to say.

But the occasional slip and slide only added to the amusement, especially when they tried to help the other up but they pulled them down.

The cold air bit at their cheeks, giving them all a red nose.

"Cute." Daichi remarked with a wink as Kuroo tried to rub his nose warm again.

"What?" Kuroo asked, trying to figure out if he misheard his friend.

"You heard me." Daichi smiled before skating away.

As they circled the rink, Daichi and Sugawara exchanged knowing glances, silently communicating their unspoken plan.

Sugawara skillfully maneuvered beside Kuroo, his gloved hand reaching out to entwine with Kuroo's.

Kuroo glanced at Sugawara, surprise and realization dawning in his eyes. He didn't pull away; instead, he tightened his grip on Sugawara's hand, squeezing it softly.

Yeah, okay, maybe he has had a crush on both Daichi and Suga for years. And yeah, okay, maybe he was jealous, but he made sure to never let it show.

Did they finally figure it out? They didn't seem to be mad, not in the slightest even.

Daichi, skating a step ahead, turned with a warm smile. "Kuroo, you're not interrupting anything. In fact, you're exactly where you're supposed to be."

Kuroo smiled at that, extending his hand towards Daichi, who grabbed it in a fluid motion as he started skating next to him.

They skated in silence for a while, just enjoying the company of each other.

After some time, they paused at the edge of the rink, breath visible in the crisp air.

Sugawara, breaking the silence, spoke with a gentle smile, "Kuroo, we've been thinking... how about making this a regular thing? You, us, dates, everything."

"We, well, we like you, romantically, both of us. And well, we have a feeling it's mutual. Is it mutual?" Daichi almost rambled. Kuroo couldn't help but wonder if he always got this nervous when asking questions like this.

"It is." Kuroo silently confessed, turning around to look at all the other people skating around. "Has been for years."

Sugawara and Daichi exchanged glances, a mixture of relief and excitement evident in their eyes. The cold air seemed to freeze time for a moment as they absorbed Kuroo's confession.

"Well then," Sugawara said with a mischievous glint, "how about we continue this date somewhere warmer? Maybe with hot chocolate and a bit more privacy."

Kuroo smirked, feeling a newfound lightness in his chest. "I'd like that very much."

[footballffbarbiex]

player: John Stones words: 712 request: John Stones - you / your - 500 - 750 words - Going gift shopping with him while you are pregnant so you end up buying things also for the baby, all so sweet and fluff please

“We could just get everything online, you know?” John says as he pulls up his hood a little more and tweaks his beanie beneath it. 

It was cold in Manchester. Freezing perhaps. And it wasn’t even winter yet. The icy wind doesn’t help, creating a colder environment than it is because of it. Frost lays thicker on the ground, giving the illusion of a thin snowfall. It was still slippy as hell and John made sure that you remained standing upwards. 

“It’s not the same. We get enough deliveries on a day to day basis. Christmas should be more personal.” You counter, and pull out your phone to check, once more, which store was next. It’s a list you’ve checked far too many times that you should have memorised by now but it’s always best to look again. You’d hate to leave anyone off and ideally, you’d like to wrap it all up today if possible. 

One of John’s bodyguards has taken care of one lot of bags, taking them back to the car so that you two can concentrate on remaining on your feet and not having to worry about leaving some items behind or struggling with too many. John has shown a little enthusiasm when entering certain stores but for the most part, he’s hoping not to be noticed and trying to get through this with minimal damage to his bank account. 

You pause outside Next, noticing that they have a Next baby section in this one. “I didn’t realise the baby is on your list.” 

“You of all people should know that the baby is always on the list.” you reply and wiggle your shoulders in a happy dance while throwing signals with your thumb as you walk in backwards while grinning and John follows obediently while shaking his head. 

He knows as well as you that this is going to be one of the times that you drop the most amount of money. Though you do try to be smart about it, you’ve been around enough babies to know how quickly they grow and so know how pointless it is to drop too much money on the early stages of their life when they outgrow the clothes far too quickly. Newborn and first sizes should really be kept to the bare basics. Plenty of vests and baby grows. Anything over a month to 3 months you can have a little fun with but this stage will also be outgrown far too quickly. 

Quite a few people you know, including several brands thanks to John, have already bought and sent quite the haul of newborn clothes, so that’s one less stage for you to stockpile. With Christmas sales in full swing, you fully plan to utilise them for the upcoming year, buying quite a few for the age groups past 3-6 months. You didn’t want to be caught short but were happy to pick up a few extras if needed. Of course, the sales wouldn’t count for certain seasons and they would be picked up at a later date. 

You scan the rows and tables of clothes, eyes searching every different set as you pick up a few and hold it in the air to examine. 

“I prefer that one,” you hear John say and watch as his arm extends past you to touch at the fabric of the one he’s chosen. 

“Yeah, me too.” you nod in agreement as you turn the item this way and that to get a better look at it. 

“I still can’t believe that she’ll be this size.” There’s a softness in his voice as he takes it from you with one hand and drapes it over his other as he tries to envision a very real, squirming baby in it. You turn to face him and grin as he holds it up to your bump, an action you do frequently when hanging up or folding the clothes in her nursery as you put them away. She’s not due for another month and nesting is well and truly kicking in now for you. Sometimes you find yourself sitting on the floor, burying your face into the soft fabrics and taking in the smell of the baby softener. 

Unbeknown to you, so does John. 

[starsurface]

So I saw that someone asked for a Shang Tsung regressor and I just think it's fair that there is one of Quan Chi.

so that's my request, regressor Quan Chi, it's a little strange to imagine him like this, but he's my baby and he deserves a healthy way to deal with such a difficult life he's had

It's not weird at all!! :D

I don't know a whole bunch about Quan Chi though so they might be a bit off. :(

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Regressor Quan Chi Hcs

🔮 Quan Chi feels like a baby regressor, about 0-3

🔮 But also, a patience tester regressor >:)

🔮 He can never be at fault for anything, it's always your fault <3

🔮 Why didn't you tell him that spilling his oatmeal on his clothes would mean oatmeal on his clothes?? 🥺

🔮 You did, he's just fussy and doesn't want the blame on himself

🔮 For being a patience tester, he's a pretty decent listener

🔮 Will listen if you tell him to stop because it's dangerous

🔮 Or if he deems your reasoning good enough

🔮 IF HE is the biggest statement

🔮 What do you mean it's bedtime? It most certainly is not!! >:(

🔮 . . . He passes out two minutes later though, don't worry

🔮 Really likes bath time but will splash everywhere!!!

🔮 He finds it funny, so just make sure to put some extra towels down

🔮 He is in charge of all the rules around here >:3

🔮 Unless you put your foot down . . . then he'll listen to you, he guesses 😒

🔮 Cannot handle yelling and will burst into tears the moment you look away from him

🔮 Also cannot handle any kinds of threats of physical labor, it sends him spiraling, reminding him of his harsh times with the mines

🔮 Now, this doesn't mean he won't pick up his toys, he will don't worry

🔮 He would prefer for you to help put though, he's a little bit too small

🔮 The threat has to be more extreme than that anyhow

🔮 Doesn't like punishments either, but he'll serve them sometimes

🔮 Sometimes he's honestly so small that he can't understand what he did wrong and only knows you're using a mean tone because his bottle fell off the table 🥺

🔮 (^ he pushed it because you grabbed the wrong bottle)

🔮 (^ It's better to bring him along when getting him a snack or stuff because he wants to be in control of what he has)

🔮 When while small he has to be in control of things, otherwise it makes him upset (although it's quite easy to accommodate to this if you ask him what he wants or tell him that he needs to be nicer with his tone)

🔮 But sometimes he's a bit bigger and understands when he's being naughty

🔮 He might not like it!! . . . But if you want him to go sit on the steps, he'll do it >:/

🔮 But you better cuddle him afterwards!!

🔮 Loves affection, specially your affection <3

🔮 Im so sorry for you if you have both little Shang Tsung and Quan Chi in the same room at you (they swabble and fight for who gets your undivided attention)

🔮 There is NO sharing your attention >:(

🔮 . . . Okay, maybe if he HAS to, but no other reason!!!

🔮 Absolutely loves cuddles and will cuddle you for hours at a time

🔮 What do you mean you've gotta go potty? Don't you wanna cuddle with him instead? 🥺

🔮 Very messy colorer

🔮 Nothing is in the lines, it's a bunch of scribbles and lines outside the line

🔮 But he's very proud of it, which means your very proud of it <3

🔮 Likes wearing beanies when he's tiny, he's head gets cold <3

🔮 But like, cute beanies!!! Like with cats eats or a cute design (in his aesthetic of course)

🔮 If you made him a meanie your getting a very clingy, loving baby in the next two seconds, he's very thankful

🔮 One of those babies that if you look away for a minute, he's crawled into the kitchen and is chewing on his new fork friend

🔮 Hell giggle and happily show you his fork, only for you to take it away because your a big meanie!! >:(

🔮 Your not a big meanie, don't worry, you just didn't want metal in his mouth (he gets very huffy puffy at this explanation)

🔮 Although if you give him his paci, he guesses he could let your horrendous acts slide this time

🔮 Doesn't really use his powers while small because he knows they can get out of hand and he doesn't wanna get in too much trouble

🔮 Has made a portal to teleport his sippy cup across the room, he didn't wanna get up

🔮 Doesn't wear diapers often, but when he does he gets incredibly fussy and cranky over them

🔮 They have to be very specific ones and they're practically locked away in a safe

🔮 Gets cranky over a lot of things though

🔮 You woke him up from naptime? Oh boy, he is one of the fussiest babies you've ever seen

🔮 You didn't wake him up from naptime? Why didn't you wake him up? You were suppose to wake him up! >:(

🔮 It takes a good thirty minutes for his brain to start processing his emotions after he wakes up, so he gets fussy at anything you suggest until then

🔮 Does, however, need a nap time though because he's just a baby and babies get sleepy 🥺

🔮 Main CGs are you and Shang Tsung

🔮 Does NOT like babysitters and will begin crying if you ever suggest one (he only trusts you to watch him)

🔮 Favorite little nicknames are Squidy (he finds it funny), Baby Boy, Little Guy, Chi, and Sweetie Pie (another he finds amusing, Earthrealmers are funny)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[b4tracha]

Bad Day (Hyunjin)

(Hyunjin x Male Reader)

Sometimes, (M/N) wondered if the world was against him. Today, unfortunately, was one of those days. Nothing seemed to go right, and every little thing made him want to snap. But out of respect for others around him and not wanting to embarrass himself in front of the whole university, he held it all in until he was at home.

The second he stepped in the door, the tears he held in all day finally poured down his face. A loud sob he didn't realize he was holding in was roared from his throat, raw and wet. He slowly took off his shoes at the door. He sluggishly scooted his way to his bedroom, his feet barely moving in front of the other before he reached the cold, empty bed.

(M/N) whimpered as he held the pillow to his chest, covering his body with the blankets to feel the warmth he desperately desired, reminiscing on the day that just occurred.

It all started when (M/N) woke up late, his phone dying in the middle of the night. He fell asleep doing a project and didn’t plug up the phone. He rushed out of his dorm in unmatched clothes, hair barely done, and was compressed in a beanie. And because he fell asleep doing the project, he got a giant 0% and which dragged his grade nearly 25 percent lower. Now he’s failing horribly. What made it worse he was called out in front of everyone for not doing it on time.

Everything he just did just seemed to make everything worse.

Now that (M/N) was home and alone, all he wanted to do was cry, sleep and maybe get cuddles from his boyfriend. He also had class today, but he wasn't so sure if he would come over today as he has a big art project to do.

They didn't live together at the moment as Hyunjin wanted to stay with his parents and save up for a bigger apartment with (M/N) after they finished their studies and got a stable job.

Click-

That must be him. Hyunjin has a spare key and usually would come over whenever he could. However, from the monotone messages he received today, he was probably worried about his boyfriend.

Without moving from the tight ball position he was in, he heard shoes hitting the floor and the creaking of the floor as Hyunjin walked closer and closer to the bedroom he was crying in.

“Hey baby, are you okay?” He opened the covers and cuddled up to him. "You weren't talking much when we were messaging earlier."

“No.” (M/N) sniffled and rubbed his eyes hard, face scrunched up as another hard sob came from him. Hyunjin frowned and pulled (M/N) into his chest as he ran his hands up and down his hips and back to calm him down. He cried into his shirt, gripping it tight enough to almost rip. Hyunjin knew he was ruining his shirt, but he just didn’t care at the moment. His baby is hurting.

“You don’t have to talk about it, baby. Just know it’s all going to be okay. You know why?” Hyunjin reassured the man. He hummed, not trusting his voice to answer the male.

“Because I’m here, my love. I’ll make sure everything is okay.” He kissed the top of her head and smiled down at him. “Do I have to fight someone? Was it Seungmin? Jeongin?”

(M/N) laughed and shook his head at the joke about their friends. After a long silence, the crying finally stopped. Hyunjin always made things better.

“How about I get up and grab the ice cream from the freezer? We can watch a drama and eat it while we cry?” Hyunjin suggested. (M/N) finally looked up at him and smiled.

“Yeah, I think my head will explode if I let out another tear. Thank you, Hyunjinnie,” He kissed his cheek, and Hyunjin's eyes creased as he smiled hard at the sentiment. That was the smile (M/N) fell in love with. "I just want to take a nap right now."

“Of course, (M/N). I love you so much” He kissed him softly and held him closer to his chest.

“I love you more than anything, Hyunjin."

[solomons-poison]

Hi Tarren 😗 I would like to request Mammon + 2. Kissing rosy cheeks when It's cold out. It's been quite chilly where I reside and can think of no one better to warm my lips than Mammon 😍 Please and thank you in advance 😊

Omggg that's such a cute idea 🥺🥺 yes I'd love to write it. I definitely imagine Mammon doesn't like the cold so he's definitely doing whatever he can to warm you both up hehe~ ugh I'm so soft for him help

Mammon x GN!reader

♡ kissing their rosy cheeks when it’s cold out

Mammon hated winter. He hated shivering, he hated being cold, he hated having to bundle up in layers just to try to keep warm. It was restrictive and too much effort. And of course it would be his luck, it was winter when he volunteered— really, permitted with very very tight restrictions— to go with you to your next trip to the Human Realm. That left him now, bundled up in a knit sweater, gloves, beanie, and a checkered scarf, as he walked with you back to your house from the market.

He knew he sounded like a whiney baby when he complained about the cold, but he couldn't help it. The Devildom and Celestial Realm each had their own special weather, so the only times he experienced anything different was perhaps on a trip to deal with the witches. He was just thankful that you were putting up with him, clouds of white puffing up as you couldn't help but laugh a little at his disgruntled expression. Your laughter made him pout a little, but it helped warm him a little inside, seeing the smile on your face.

For a while, you just spent the return trip talking about anything and everything. You started with your plans, what all you needed to finish during your trip, what souvenirs you should get for his brothers, etc. Finally the topic moved on to little things, plans for dinner, signs for a new café that was opening soon, and something silly you read online. It was peaceful, fulfilling, just taking a moment to catch up with each other. Mammon didn't always respond, he wasn't always sure what to say, but you knew he was listening. He always listened to you.

As your walk continued, it was easy enough, trading your bags to one hand in order to slip your hand into his, interlocking your fingers. You couldn't help but giggle at his flustered look, but he recovered quickly, squeezing your hand as he continued onwards. In front of his brothers, Mammon was always a little flighty when it came to PDA, perhaps embarrassed to seem like a softie when he worked so hard to put up a tough front. But you knew how he really was.

Feeling a little mischievous, you stopped walking under the guise you needed to fix your shoe, and just as Mammon drew his gaze away from you to look down, you took the chance to sneak a kiss to his cold cheek. His face instantly lit on fire, his mind no longer aware of the bitter cold and instead on high alert for the feel of your lips. Of course, he wasn't going to let you get away with it, and soon after smushed a kiss back on your cold face in return. It got you both giggling, fighting to kiss the other's cheek before finally coming together in between, lips a little chapped from the dry air, but sweet all the same. Mammon hated winter and feeling cold, but as long as you were beside him, it made things a little more warm and bearable.

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Send me a type of kiss and a character!

[homo-adaptionem]

Urbex Tips

Urban Exploration tips:

Learn basic first aid & bring a first aid kit.

Don't go in alone. Bring at least two other people.

Build up your strength before hand.

You need a tetanus shot every 10 years. If you haven't had one in the last 10 years, get one before you start.

If you're asthmatic, bring your inhaler.

Do research on the building / area beforehand. Figure out why it's abandoned. Learn the history. If it's condemned, find out why. Could be health reasons.

Enter at your own risk.

Tell a trusted person(s) where you're going. Give them the location of any places you're exploring. This is in case something happens, they know where you are/were going. Make sure they know who you're going with.

Hard hats. Being serious. Shit falls, even in "newer" buildings.

Wear gloves (thick leather work gloves, not that plastic faux leather shit, actual leather. not disposables, they won't do shit against glass and metal), goggles (to protect your eyes), a face mask (ideally construction-grade but the fabric types will work well enough), thick, long pants (like jeans), work or hiking boots, long sleeves, and something to cover your hair, like a beanie. If you've got long hair, put it in a ponytail and stuff it under the hat. Trust me. Also deodorant is a good idea.

Invest in a headlamp (easier than using a flashlight)

Avoid the "white 16 year old boy with friends" mentality. Don't do stupid shit because it's funny. If that floor seems unstable, avoid it. Don't smash shit. Don't jump down dark holes.

Don't steal shit. It's tempting, but I don't recommend it.

Avoid tagging / making graffiti, esp identifying graff. Again, tempting, but you can still get in trouble for it.

If someone catches you, BAIL. Don't get into a fight. Don't stick around for pigs to show up. Don't engage, just get out of there. Most of the time, urbex is trespassing.

If you find (which you probably won't) large sums of money, it might be best to report it. It could be stolen or counterfeit and get you in trouble if you use it. But ultimately it's your own choice.

If you find (which you probably won't) bloody clothing, blood-covered knives (or other weapons), or a gun, report it. Fuck pigs yada yada, but it could be connected to someone's death. Don't touch anything, don't take anything, just call the authorities and tell them where it is. I mention this because it could be connected to the assault or murder of sex workers, partners, and/or minorities.

If you find drugs (which you probably won't), report it. Don't use it. Could be laced. Not safe to use, bro, not worth it.

If you find a body(s), (which you probably won't), report it. Check for a pulse, but if the body is cold and/or stiff, call the authorities. If they're still warm, you can try CPR on them while you call for an ambulance. If they have a pulse, call an ambulance. If it looks like they're ODing, use some narcan if you've got it.

If you find Satantic imagery or whatever, 9 times out of 10 it's just teens fucking around. Like I promise you, they were probably left by some guys wanting to cause a stir or trying to make their own ARG or something.

The building isn't haunted, sorry to say. There are rational explanations for every "supernatural" thing you'll encounter. Sometimes they're the aforementioned guys. If you're superstitious, scared of the dark, easily frightened, or suffer from psychosis, you're probably gonna have a bad time.

You may encounter looters, homeless folks, addicts, and/or mentally ill/disabled folks. Try to avoid confrontation. Let them be. If they're alive and unharmed, leave them alone. If they're injured or ODing, attempt first aid (narcan, tourniquets, compresses, etc.) and call an ambulance. No pigs, just medical help.

Watch out for animals. Don't pet them. Don't hurt them. Leave them alone. Also watch out for snakes, esp in buildings with a lot of concrete or gravel.

Don't wear iconic or identifying clothing. Don't worry about looking nice. Don't wear shit you like because it WILL get torn, stained, and trashed.

Just… never assume you're alone.

Feel free to reblog with other tips.

[alex-the-bard]

new draft

Disclaimer: The following content is not suitable for small children. It contains topics such as violence, mutilation, self-harm, depression, and PTSD. As this is a work designed to evoke fear in the reader, I would also not recommend reading this before bed. By proceeding, you acknowledge that though this book may seem fine at first, it gets incredibly dark incredibly quickly. If you are struggling with suicidal thoughts, depression, or anxiety, help is available. Call 988. 

Chapter 1: 

Expedition 

The cold was biting as Garrick Heath trudged through the snow towards the door of the shelter, certainly colder than London. Why couldn’t they have done this when it was sunny and bright out? Well, he didn’t suppose it would get any better, considering they were in the Arctic Circle. He’d just have to live with it. 

He’d gotten the call two months ago. They offered him a job, working an ice drilling rig in the Artic. He had accepted. The pay was good enough and he was assured the bunker would be warm and the coffee strong. Now it was time, and he was here. He opened the door and a blast of warm air from the heated shelter enveloped him as it rushed out into the cold. He hurried inside and shut the door, no sense in letting the heat out. He looked around, seeing six other individuals sitting in a sunken seating area in the center of the large room playing cards. They greeted him as he entered, gesturing for him to sit down.   

“Well then, now that we’re all here, I suppose we’d best get started” said a man in hiking gear, his voice layered with a thick Swedish accent. He stood up, the fabric of his clothing rustling as he did. “I am Jonas Pourison, I’m the NOAA representative on this assignment. My job is to monitor the samples we take for anything significant.” He gestured to the woman to his right, wearing warm clothes and a beanie with a red cross on it. She sipped her coffee and said in a faint Texas drawl “The name’s Darcy, and I’m here to make sure none of y'all die.” Having spoken her piece, she returned to her coffee. The next to introduce themselves was an Australian man named Ivakov Hill-Gray, the technician on the team. When he spoke, it was with a dry, gravelly voice. Next came a geologist, Olivia Runnisdöttir, another Swede. “We’ve had some reports of volcanic activity in the region, and I’m coming along to check it out.” Ryan Kurchatov, a paleontologist spoke next, he said he was tagging along from Russia to investigate possible Neolithic ruins in the ice, which could completely rewrite the timeline of human habitation. Walter Heyman, a Canadian, was the team’s guide, here to make sure no threats of the Arctic claimed them. Lastly came Garrick, who spoke with a heavy British accent. “I’m Garrick Heath, and I’m here as the historian to complement our good friend Kurchatov here.” As he spoke, he gestured to Ryan, who nodded curtly. 

Once the introductions were done, Jonas spoke again. “Now that we all know eachother, the helicopter’s waiting. Let’s go.” They all sighed, finished their drinks, and trudged out of the shelter to the waiting helicopter. They took off without incident, and no words were spoken during the flight. Indeed, no one could hear each other over the sound of the aircraft. When Jonas finally landed the helicopter an hour later, they were all too happy to stand up again. They entered the bunker, where they would be living for the year, glancing around at the welcoming decor and furniture. Darcy spoke first: “Y’know, as far as subzero shitholes go, this is top notch” she said as she plopped her bags onto the ground. The group nodded in agreement. Walter found a bottle of wine in storage, and poured drinks for the team. As they plopped onto the couches, Olivia asked a question: “So, do any of you have families?”  

“Yes, actually” Ryan replied, “a wife and two lovely daughters.”   

Walter set the bottle down and dug into his pockets, searching for his wallet. He eventually found it and he took three photos of it. He also pulled a body camera from his bag and clipped it to his collar. As he unfolded the pictures, he said “I hope you don’t mind me recording, our patrons want records of our stay out here.”  

Garrick arched an eyebrow at Walter. “And who exactly is financing this operation? This level of equipment certainly can’t be cheap.” 

While Garrick was talking, Walter had started passing around the photos from his wallet. They were of his family. His husband and their dog. One photo showed them on the bow of a cruise ship, smiling and laughing. Another was of the dog, Niki, staring at a Christmas tree in wonder. The last picture showed Walter saying goodbye at the airport before leaving for Sweden.  

Walter cleared his throat before answering Garrick. “We are being funded by several different agencies, but this rig belongs to Permafrost Group. This is one of twenty-seven they have across the world. Most of them are at the poles.” Garrick nodded, satisfied with the answer.  

The time passed quickly after that, with the team swapping stories and sharing drinks and good-hearted laughter. Jonas told them a story about the time he was stood on a sinking research vessel. The engine had exploded, and the hole in the boat's keel was filled with rushing water. Just as they were about to be pulled under by the currents, a group of fishermen spotted them and pulled them out of the water. He made it sound as if it were just another day in the life, and not an extremely perilous situation. 

After a night of revelry, they all retired to their bunks. After some tossing and turning, the seven of them drifted off to sleep, comforted by the soft humming of the bunker’s generators 

++7 HOURS LATER++ 

Ryan awoke to a pounding at the door, the dull clang of metal reverberating through the concrete and rebar of the bunker. He stood up, putting on his jacket and boots before wearily staggering to the door. He slid the shutter aside, looking out through the bulletproof glass that covered the peephole. He saw a man in a tattered ski jacket collapsed in front of the door. Ryan hurriedly unlocked and threw open the door, and saw the man was completely drenched in blood, the red liquid seeping into the snow around him. “Shit” Ryan hissed, before shouting back into the bunker, saying: “Darcy, Jonas, come quickly!” He started dragging the man inside, and shut the door. Darcy and Jonas rounded the corner, grumbling. Their objections ceased when they saw the reason Ryan had called them. 

Jonas rushed to help Ryan carry the man to the infirmary, while Darcy muttered a few Southern expletives and grabbed her first aid kit. Jonas and Ryan set the man down on a cot in the infirmary, and Darcy cut his jacket off, much to the objection of Jonas. “It’s fucking cold in here, he’s gonna need that later!” Darcy started wiping the blood from the man, replying through gritted teeth “There ain’t gonna be a later if he’s dead!” 

The man’s injuries were brutal. A large section of his torso was slashed, with scraps of broken skin dangling limply from his mutilated chest cavity. His right arm was bent all the way in the wrong direction at the elbow, with a bone protruding from his wrist. His face was a horror show of shredded skin and muscle, his eyes were clouded, milky white orbs in a pit of red.  

Darcy finished cleaning his wounds, sighing heavily as she readied bandages. “He’s lost a lot of blood, but somehow he hasn’t lost anything important.” 

The man’s chest was wrapped, his arm splinted, and his face bandaged, but every bandage they put on was quickly soaked with blood. The rest of the team had been awoken by the commotion, and they staggered groggily into the infirmary. Olivia and Walter both had mugs of hot coffee. Ivakov was furious, storming into the room. “What the hell were you three doing out here!? I thought there was a goddamn-” He paused when he saw the injured man. “Oh fuck.” 

The man started awake, screaming “No! No don’t take them! Don’t take them!” He winced as he sat up, looking around the infirmary, and then to his own injured chest. “Where- where am I?” 

“It’s okay, you’re safe. You were in a pretty bad shape when we found you.” Darcy answered, trying to calm the man. “What’s your name?” 

“Isacc. Isacc West.” The man replied, his hands shaking. Darcy turned to whisper to the team. “At least he remembers his name, eh?” She then turned back to Isacc. “What happened to you?” 

“I was with a tour group, we were up here to see the Northern Lights. We were on our way back to our camp when something attacked us. Long, sharp fingers. And blood. Oh God, so much blood...” He shuddered as he spoke, as if reliving the horrors he had experienced. “I ran, but one of those fucking things caught me, tackled me. It did this to me.” He gestured vaguely at his injuries. He whispered one final sentence. “I don’t think anyone else made it out.” 

In the bathroom, the group heard Olivia vomit. 

“Well then” Darcy remarked, “since I suppose we ain’t gettin’ any sleep now, might as well start the work.” The rest of the team murmured agreements and went to get ready for the day. Madman or not, they had a job to do. 

Chapter 2: 

An Ordinary Day 

The team shuffled into the rig, ready for the day and running on caffeine, adrenaline, and seven hours of sleep. Isacc was still in the infirmary, as he was in no condition to move. As the first core came up, Jonas stepped over to examine it. Ivakov played Sudoku with Ryan on the upper level of the rig deck. All was well. 

“Thirty-one!” Garrick exclaimed as he slammed his cards to the table. “Read em’ and weep.” Olivia and Darcy groaned. “That’s the third time in a row,” Darcy grumbled, “let’s just play poker.” 

“The problem there is I’m the one who brought the cards and I know absolutely fuck all about poker.” Garrick chuckled. Darcy mumbled something in angry Texan under her breath. 

Walter poked his head through the door, carrying several cups. “I brought coffee!” he said in a singsong voice. He placed the cups on the mess table, grabbed one for himself, and sat down on a bench on the lower deck next to Jonas. Walter leaned over quizzically, sipping the coffee and placing one next to the focused Jonas. 

“Find anything yet?” Walter asked, taking another sip. Jonas sighed. “No, not yet. Just ice, ice, and more goddamn ice.” Walter arched an eyebrow. “Isn’t that a good thing?” 

“Yes, but I thought I- Well I don’t know what I thought.” Jonas grunted the words from his mouth, as he hauled the next core onto the table. “Wait... Is that...? Ryan, Garrick, get over here!” The two men startled at their names and shuffled over. “What is it?” Garrick asked.  

Jonas pointed to an anomaly in the ice. A long, off-white splinter, about as long as a thumb, was embedded in the frosty substance. “Is that what I think it is?” He asked. Ryan leaned closer, inspecting the object. “I’d have to cut it out to get a closer look and know for sure, but at least from here it does look like bone.”  

Garrick leaned closer, trying to get a good view of the object. “There’s some equipment in the bunker, I could date this.” Jonas nodded, sipping his coffee. “Please do.”  

Garrick chipped a sample from the ice, cradling it as he trotted off towards the lab. Jonas turned to Ryan. “Do you want to take over?” Ryan shrugged. “Sure, go rest your arms.” Jonas nodded and went to sit with Ivakov, who had finished his Sudoku and was doing a crossword. He glanced up as Jonas sat down. “Seven letter word, a distilled spirit originating from Scandinavia.” Jonas chuckled. “That’s easy, Akvavit. It’s kinda like shitty, cheap tequila. I think we’ve got some in storage.” Ivakov grunted his thanks, scribbling the word down. Jonas shifted to face Ivakov. “So, what’s your story?” Ivakov set down his pencil and leaned back in his seat. “Well, my mother was a park ranger, and my pa was an accountant. They’re both retired now. I’ve hopped around from job to job for the past few years after the mines ran dry and they didn’t need me to fix the drills anymore. Turns out a degree in electrical engineering doesn’t do you much good as a tour guide. I got the call for this job a few months ago, and I thought I couldn’t get any more broke. I signed a contract, so the only way I’m not getting paid is if I die. And what are the odds of that happening, eh?” Jonas shrugged. “I suppose you could always fall off the rig. But you aren’t that stupid.” 

Garrick came back into the rig deck, carrying his laptop. “Alright, it was a bit of a pain, but I got the date for that bone. 523 BCE.” Ryan choked and spit out his coffee, the precious liquid becoming a fine mist. “I’m sorry, did you just say 523 BCE!?” Garrick nodded. Ryan stormed over, grabbing the laptop. “Let me see that.” His eyes panned over the screen, widening with amazement. “I’ll be damned.” 

Walter looked over at Ryan. “Everything okay?” Ryan whirled to face Walter. “Okay!? No I’m not okay! This is scientific proof that humans inhabited the Arctic more than four hundred years before the Roman Empire was founded! This could make my entire career!”  

Walter chuckled. “Alright, calm down. I just thought something was wrong. I’m glad I was wrong.” 

The core drill had stopped, the motor overheating from the continuous operation. Ivakov glanced over at the halted machine. “Drill’s stopped” he remarked, “it’s gonna take a while to cool off. Break?” The rest of the group nodded.  

The crew shuffled into the bunker, settling into the common room. Garrick sighed. “Since Darcy gets pissy every time I win at thirty-one, how about a movie?” Walter perked up at the mention of something to do other than play cards. “Yes, please.” Garrick flipped open his laptop, opening his library. “Let’s see... We have the Lord of the Rings trilogy, the Incredibles, The Thing-” Olivia interrupted him. “The Thing, yes, that one!” Garrick shrugged. “Alright then!” He put the movie on as Jonas came back with a massive bucket of popcorn.  

The festivities were interrupted by screaming from the infirmary, followed by shattering glass and the sound of tearing meat. The team startled at the noise, rushing to the infirmary, only to see a gruesome scene. Torn scraps of flesh littered the room, which was splattered with blood. One of the windows was shattered, allowing the storm outside to whip into the bunker. Isacc was missing, along with the spare bandages. The rig crew rushed to suit up to give chase to the screaming of Isacc. Walter grabbed his shotgun, Darcy grabbed the medical bag, Garrick retrieved his camcorder, and Jonas hefted his hunting rifle. Walter glanced back at the rest of the team. ”After we leave, shut and lock the door. Only let us in when we say ”Canada is just a bunch of ice.” Got it?” Olivia nodded. ”Good. Let’s go.” Walter grunted, hurrying out the door, which was slammed behind them. 

Garrick yelled out to Walter, his voice shaking with fear. ”Walter, remind me again why we’re going out in fucking fifteen below to look for someone who’s probably already dead!” Walter replied through gritted teeth. ”Because “probably” doesn’t equal "is”, Heath.” Garrick grumbled assent, before shouting his response. ”Just because you’re right doesn’t mean I agree with you!” Walter just chuckled. 

The wind from the storm whipped at the group as they reached the helicopter, still where they had left it. Isacc’s trail of blood went off into the void of impenetrable white as Walter stopped them at the aircraft. ”Fuck!” he hissed. “Someone trashed the damn helicopter!” Jonas hurried over, recoiling from the stench of motor oil and smoke, still detectable even in the storm. “One problem at a time Walter!” The group carried on, into the storm. 

After trudging through knee-deep snow for several minutes, the trail of crimson they had been following through the snow went down into a cave in the ice. Walter shook his head. ”We’ll need the proper gear to go down there! We’ll come back tomorrow!” Darcy agreed, very openly. ”Let’s get back to the bunker. It’s colder than a northern night up here!” With that, the small group that had gone searching for Isacc began the trek back to the bunker, shaken by what they had seen. 

@shrimpysstuff @eternal-nyxx

[c2-eh]

Charles being jealous

Hiiii anon, your wish is my command. Btw, I know this is late af, but life, midterms and now finals :)) (better late than never no? idk, hopefully) enjoy <3

The cold wind grazed Charles' cheeks, coloring them red. He snuggled deeper into his puffy red Ferrari jacket and adjusted the beanie on his head.

It was pretty cold outside, but Charles still wanted to watch Carlos do the testing and enjoy seeing F1-75 flying around the track for the last time.

Leaned against the wall of the garage, Carlos' for the day, he watched him step out of the car. Carlos doesn't know he's here, as Charles messaged him 3 days ago that he won't be coming.

It's true Charles wrote that with jealousy burning in the pit of his stomach, igniting a bigger fire within him, he desperately tried to console.

His calm Saturday evening was destroyed by no other than Lando. The fact that it was him wasn't surprising — that boy has been making Charles' life difficult for a long time (Brazil for example). What made Charles see red, was him with Carlos.

At the wedding.

Both dressed to the nines, smiling at the camera, their eyes sparkling and creasing at the sides from the wide smiles plastered on their faces.

His grip on the phone turned so strong, he had to put it down, in fear of either breaking the phone or his hand. He sulked, dragging himself across the appartement, Carlos' happy a glowing face haunting him.

When is he gonna be the source of it?

Charles knows he is able to make Carlos smile, even laugh to the point he's crying or clutching at his belly from the force of it.

But Carlos never shares it to the world. Never uses a term 'charlos', the name for them Ferrari admin invented, as often as he uses the 'carlando' one.

Carlos claims Lando and him are only friends, but Charles' brain has a problem believing it.

The thought makes Charles shiver. He wants to be more than friend and the thought of him not even crossing that line, makes him want to stomp his foot like a child and force Carlos to like him.

Which is incredibly stupid, because rational part of Charles' brain knows, they already are at the friendship point.

"Hey, Charles. What are you doing here?" Carlos' voice tears him out of his daydreaming and brings him back to his surrounding. He sounds normal to any other person, but Charles knows him well enough, to hear the real emotions behind.

"Hi. What, I can't come to see the team?" and you stays unspoken.

"I messaged you after the wedding and you said you are not coming," Carlos points out with tilted head and Charles wants to kiss him stupid.

"I changed my mind," he snaps and rolls his eyes at the mention of the wedding. He didn't mean to sound so defensive, but the damage has been done.

Carlos looks at him with narrowed eyes and nods curtly, not saying anything. Charles watches him move to take off the top of his suit and tie it around his hips.

"How was the wedding?" he says before he even registers he's speaking. His tone sour even to his own ears.

Carlos looks at him with scrutinizing gaze and slightly shakes his head after. It confuses Charles.

"Good. You would've know that, if you replied to my messages," his voice is clipped and Charles shivers, whether it's from cold or Carlos' tone, he's not sure, "or even read them for that matter."

And Charles doesn't know what to say to that. It's true he left Carlos on 'delivered', his pettiness and jealousy getting the best of him. But he can't say that.

Carlos isn't his and he's not Carlos'. It would be irrelevant and stupid to throw this on him.

But maybe, just maybe, he could confess, which would put their friendship at risk.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Carlos takes the water bottle to leave, after Charles failed to reply.

"What?"

"Forget it," Carlos waves his hand in front of his face. He leaves Charles standing in the middle of the garage with his head full of unwanted thoughts.

People pass by him and pat him on the shoulder, saying their hi's, but Charles is barely aware of his mouth moving and replying.

*

Charles knocks on Carlos' door later, 3 swift hits against the hard material. After couple seconds he hears Carlos' voice, "come in."

Ever so slowly, Charles opens the door and steps inside. Carlos' room looks tidy, unlike Charles' one. The further he goes, he can feel Carlos' typical scent fill his nostrils.

Carlos is standing at the counter, fixing himself another coffee. It's 5pm, so Charles is sure it's his second, maybe even third.

He doesn't speak, only waits for him to make a first move.

"I'm sorry," and Charles means it, he just doesn't know why he sounds like he couldn't care less.

"Sure. Is that all?" Carlos' back is facing him now, his black t-shirt streched on his wide shoulders Charles dreams of so often.

"No, it's not. I'm sorry I was an asshole and I ignored you for 3 days. I was just-" he cuts himself of

"Just? You were an asshole, Charles. It's not only about ignoring me, but your last messages were so mean like, what did I do to you?" Carlos finally turns and Charles wishes he didn't. He looks sad, as if someone told him his dog, Piñon, ran away.

"You didn't do anything. I was," he takes a deep breath. Now or never, "I was jealous."

Carlos' scrunches his eyebrows in that cute manner he always does when he has trouble understanding an interviewer or the team member talking rapidly in Italian. His big brown eyes squinted and his lips look even more pouty than usual.

Lord help me. Charles is trying so hard not to throw himself at him.

"Jealous? Of what?"

"Damn Carlos, think," Charles pinches the bridge of his nose. He adores Carlos but sometimes Charles thinks Carlos is living on different planet.

"Me at wedding? What's so bad about it," Carlos wonders and Charles snaps.

"For fucks sake, no. I was jealous of Lando! He was with you at the wedding and the pictures you took with him made my blood boil and I know I have no right to say this, but I fucking wish you didn't go with him. I wish I was the one with you, because I like you."

After his outburst, Charles avoids Carlos' gaze for a moment, before he briefly glances back at him.

"I like you too, we're friends, so I still don't understand."

And Charles wants to die. He really has to spell it out for him. Gosh, why does he love such a dork. It's endearing and exhausting at the same time.

"No Carlos, I mean I like you, more than a friend. You make me feel safe. You make me laugh and feel all warm inside. Just at the sight of you, my brain goes either blank or haywire and I-," he stops and swallows down the lump growing in his throat, "I want to be your boyfriend and this is so unfair of me, just throwing it at you like that. I just... I had to."

As he finishes, he doesn't feel any lighter or whatever it is you are supposed to feel. He is still anxious, cold gripping at his heart, while he waits for Carlos to speak up.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting that," Carlos says and smile grows on his face and Charles feels a spark of hope, "I think I like you too."

His voice is teasing and Charles wants to smack him and kiss him at the same time. His voice trembles a little when he speaks up again, "you think so?"

"Well, considering I've been trying to flirt with you and send you signals, since I came to Ferrari, yeah. Guess I know so."

"You what?" Charles' eyebrows fly to his hairline and Carlos chuckles. He steps closer and puts his palm on his cheeks - his thumb gently stroking the mole under his eye.

"I kind of gave up after summer break. I thought you weren't interested, that's why this is kinda surprising to me. You always hept me at arms length and... yeah. I am glad I was wrong."

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to," Charles says and leans his face deeper into Carlos' big warm palm. He fingertips are calloused from all the driving. And honestly, holding a golf stick.

"Will you kiss me, please?" Charles asks and blinks up at Carlos, who only nods slightly.

The kiss is everything and nothing like he expected. Carlos' lips are plump, but chapped and he is so so gentle, as if he was scared Charles would break under his touch. Charles presses his lips harder against him and brings his hand around Carlos' neck.

They kiss for a while, just unhurried locking of the lips, when they hear someone call out to Carlos.

"We will talk more later, okay?" Carlos says and with one last peck, he goes. This time, he leaves Charles smiling to himself with a warm feeling spreading inside.

[lolipopchainscw]

( devery jacobs, 31, cis woman, she/her) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that JOLENE FRIXELL is a SCAVENGER that works in SECTOR 1. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of HEALING FACTOR. That must be why they’re LOYAL and GUARDED. If you ask me, they remind me of a pink duffle bag full of guns, a pair of sunnies from the corner store, and a gap-toothed smile . They are affiliated with NOBODY. ( beanie, 25+, EST, she/her )

basic information:

character name: Jolene Frixell

nickname (s): Jo

face claim: Devery Jacobs

mutation status: Gen II

birthday: January 25th

sexuality: Lesbian

moral alignment: Chaotic Good

occupation: Scavenger

work sector: Sector 1

affiliation: N/A

3 positive traits: Loyal, resourceful, playful

3 negative traits: Hotheaded, guarded, lonely

questionnaire:

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement? 

Jolene has always lived in Sol City. Generally, she feels like the world is shitty enough that she’s trapped there like a goldfish in a bowl. You can’t get better than Sol City, but is it really that great to begin with? Or are the stories she hears from other settlements just shitty enough it makes keeping your head down and living here worth it?

do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not?

Jolene is ambivalent about the council’s leadership. If there’s anything suspicious going on, she doesn’t know and she doesn’t want to know. 

if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?

Jolene didn’t choose her sector, but the occupation of a poet wasn’t the best use of her healing factor. If you ask her, she feels like she was guilted into the role of Scavenger in Sector 1. They filled her head with ideas of civic duty, that her mutation made her special. Apparently, when you have a healing factor everyone assumes that you’re self-sacrificing and willing to do physically demanding, dangerous jobs. For the record, touching burning shit with her hands hurts. 

what’s one object that they always keep on their person?

Jolene glides everywhere on her pink heelys!

(mutant only section)

what is your character’s ability (or abilities)?

Healing factor: Rapid, unconscious healing of wounds

are they gen i or gen ii?

Gen II

what can your character do? what are their strengths?

Jolene can recover from physical wounds, given a little time. While she won’t permanently die from her injuries, she’s usually down for the count until they heal. Scavenging has mostly caused a few severed fingers that her friend, Wade, has retrieved to reattach to her body. 

what can’t they do? what are their weaknesses?

Apparently, her healing factor does not extend to colds and stomach bugs. It’s also never been tested if she could regrow an entire limb or survive being vaporized. Right now, she does rely on reattaching a severed finger from Scavenging back to her hand for the tissue to regrow. The injuries are still painful, although she has a high pain tolerance due to her occupation. Tattooing has been difficult since her mutation works on its own, healing wounds that she does not want healed. It resets the gap in her front teeth, closes her earring piercings, and repairs any attempts at getting a sweet tattoo. Jolene can be a loner, since she feels the world helps itself to people with healing factors to do shitty jobs. She’s somewhat aware of the city’s factions – namely, because people have attempted to recruit her for them. The emotional isolation from feeling that people want to use her has affected her negatively. 

is there anything else you’d like to specify about them?

DON’T GET FEELIES, SPEED ON UR HEELYS!

[astrehours]

LOSE.  ›  AMOUR PLASTIQUE ݃ 2023

SYNOPSIS.  being nothing more than a play date isn’t fun anymore.

STARRING.  chiara ainsworth .. choi san

DURATION.  507 words

CW + NOTE.  breakup & allusion to cheating + unofficially call this mini plot sad girl, mad girl 

“here.”

the gold band sits quietly upon san’s palm, cold from the lack of wear. he looks up at chiara, brows furrowed to meet in the middle. “what’s wrong, does it not fit anymore? i can go get it adjusted—”

“don’t,” the tired woman shakes her head. “i don’t want you to get it fixed. i want you to take it back because i don’t want it anymore.”

all of a sudden, it feels like he has been frozen. san sits stiffly, jaw slack as he tries to comprehend her reasoning. but he fails to do so.. 

or maybe he doesn’t want to succeed.

“you’re not fond of promise rings anymore?” he feigns confusion, even going far as smiling—crinkled eyes and all those other nuances chiara wishes she didn’t notice. “i’m sure i can find something else; anything for my sunshine.”

“enough. i’ve spent far too long enduring the pain that comes as a side effect to pretending.” 

“what are you talking about, sunny?” 

“stop it, stop it, stop-” before he can hold her, she hastily stands up and heads out his room. her.. former lover hurries after her, desperate to know that this is all just a dream. by the time he finally encircles his shaky fingers around her wrist, hers is gripping onto the door handle.

no matter how much chiara tries to resist, he cups her face and gently turns her gaze to focus on him. his sharp eyes shimmer from the tears that threaten to cascade down his cheeks, but he resists. his mind is already a mess, he doesn’t need a blurry vision too.

“talk to me hyejin, tell me what i did wrong. please let me know, scold me, yell at me if you want to. i want—no, i need to make this right.” san’s slipping; words and posture wise. just like how he’s fallen on his knees, he’s reduced to begging. “don’t.. don’t leave me hyejin.. please.. i- i don’t want to lose you..”

chiara bites her trembling lip, eyes momentarily screwing shut as she composes herself. a bitter laugh slips off her tongue as she orders, “get up.”

he follows through almost immediately, albeit with a shaky stance, and stares at her. the young man looks so hurt by her actions, her heart almost convinces her to take him back.

but tonight, she’s no longer looking through those hideous rose tinted glasses.

“you know what, san? you’re absolutely wrong.” 

the doorknob twists. the lock’s click satisfyingly bounces through the silent hallway. 

“you’re not losing me, nor am i losing you.”

the night breeze that had been twirling along the entrance welcomes itself through the open door. 

“it’s impossible to lose what you never had.” 

chiara cradles the pieces of her heart and finally does what she should have done months ago. 

“i know i’m not her, but it wouldn’t have hurt you to try and love me.”

she’s gone. 

and the ring—the broken promise—tightly clutched between san’s fingers, has never felt more heavier than it did in that moment.

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[byanyan]

"Here. I know punks care more about style but it's too cold for the leather jacket." I love you. It's an old dusty canvas, heavy, waterproof, stitched with an inner fleece layer and decorated with outdated military camo. It's masculine, maybe more than they prefer, but it's nothing a few bedazzled belts and whatever buttons they can get through can't fix. It is, after all, all about the accessories.

"And this, too." She stuffs a scarf atop their coat folded in their hands. This, on the other hand, was sparkly pink and knit by hand by a friend of hers. I love you.

ㅤjacket thrust into their arms before they can even try to reject it, the scoff that escapes their throat mirrors the distaste which marks their features at the mere glimpse of camo print. they don't even have to unfold it to know that it's not their style and to guess that it's all straight and boxy and more about effectively blocking cold than looking good. ...which is probably smart, with how cold the weather's been and how they've had to make the choice between an impractical leather jacket that fits them and the more ideal hand-me-down winter jacket they've been using for years whose sleeves don't even cover their wrists anymore, but they don't love that fact. god, they hate this time of year.

raising a hand in order to run their fingers along the canvas material, byan's lip twitches yet again at the texture. the look, they can at least work with — some colourful dyes or fabric paint, a few buttons or pins or even some studs if they can get those through the thick material, and a cute belt to adjust the shape will be enough to make it suit their tastes a bit better. the texture, on the other hand, they'll be stuck with. ...but they suppose it is more practical for the winter months than anything else currently in their possession.

mouth opens with intent to expel some snarky, albeit not ungrateful comment, but they're stopped short when something much more their speed is set atop to coat. fingers gravitate toward the scarf, grabbing a handful of the much softer material while they admire the cute, sparkling pink yarn it's been made with. ...well, this makes it a lot harder to complain about the jacket. not impossible, but certainly more difficult.

ㅤㅤ" ...cute. "ㅤthe comment sounds a touch reluctant, like they don't want to admit to liking it but can't help it, their gaze remaining fixed upon the scarf as the weight of the gift finally starts to settle in. the coat is too big to have been hers, they're sure, and something so heavy duty is expensive. maybe it's thrifted, or passed on to her from one of her veteran friends, or something, but still... they can read the concern for their wellbeing in it even while she tries to conceal it so they'll just take the damn thing. and the scarf... lena doesn't knit, they're pretty sure, but she does know what they like. —not that they do anything but flaunt their love of pink and glittery, sparkly things, but it's not even just that, it's the fact that she knows them well enough to mix the practical with something they enjoy, that she knows to be casual and completely blasé when she hands it all to them so they won't refuse. they can see through the whole charade, the same way they're sure she'll see through theirs, but... it still makes it easier to accept how much she cares, and how thoroughly she has them figured out.

ㅤㅤ" coat kinda makes me wanna barf. thought you were trynna hand me a tent at first. "ㅤthank you.ㅤ" —but i can prob'ly make it work. even if my leather jacket is cooler. i like the scarf, though. think it might actually match my beanie — y'know, the one with the cat ears? ...although i'm startin' to think that might be on purpose. "ㅤi love you too.

[just-anothe-user]

It didn’t take much to make Kagami happy (as long as you were Marinette)

Kagami/Marinette ~700 words

CW: none

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Even if it snowed often during this time of year, Kagami still found herself appreciating the white blanket being draped over Paris. Her mother would lecture her, telling her that it’s because she’s protected from the headache of the weather, with her not ever driving, enjoying activities indoors and never actually needing to take care of the snow she’d admire. If all she truly knew about snowfall was its appearance then what did she truly know about it or the season it appears in?

Regardless Kagami chooses to enjoy it, she enjoys a warmer drink sitting by the warmer fire, she enjoys the idea of going back to ice skate, with more positive experiences attached to it than the last and finally, she knows she’ll enjoy doing it all of it with the young woman on the sidewalk sneezing into her sleeves, her pink backpack falling to the ground as she does so.

Perfect timing. “You can drop me off here. I’ll walk the rest of the way,” Kagami said while reaching for her own bag, already prepared to leave the car.

Her driver turned back, slightly worried “Miss Tsurugi, I’d prefer to take you all the way, I understand there isn’t much distance from here to school but I can’t just leave you.”

“Sorry, but I’d prefer if you did. You can just follow me from a distance to assure I’m safe if you must,” With the car door left open and Kagami far from it, she couldn’t help but hope her driver heard her when she was leaving and that her voice didn’t get picked up in the light wind. She didn’t wish for him to be in trouble, she just wanted to spend some of her morning with Marinette. It could be called a selfish wish sure, but it was one she was happy to make.

Approaching the girl scrambling to get her stuff in order, all the while sneaking on said stuff, Kagami scooped her girlfriends' bag along with a couple of books that seem to have fallen out.

“If you aren't feeling well, it might be best for you to go home. The last thing I’d want is to see you deal with an excess school workload and a cold.”

Looking up from her fallen belongings Marinette notices the other girl with shock. “Kagami!” God, she was cute. “Wait? Sick, me? No. No way, absolutely not,” Marinette brought herself up with Kagami who was offering a hand and hurriedly tried to explain herself.

“Trust me, I’m not irresponsible enough to come to school sick, I just never do well with the cold,” With Marinette's hands moving so quickly back and forth, Kagami made sure to catch one of the girl flying pens falling from her flailing.

“I’m anything, it's just my body reacting badly to being a tiny itsy bit tired,” She continued, “Since valentine's day is fast approaching Papa and Mama have been getting orders like crazy. They’ve been working all night to organize in advance for a couple of events and plan how they’ll complete so many orders so quickly”

Noticing the look sent her way, Mari chose to wrap her arm around Kagami, bringing her tightly to her and finally adding, “Though if I ever was sick, I promise to stay home and tell you.”

Adding a warm kiss to cold and absolutely not sick girl cheeks, Kagami relented. “As long as you know, I can’t take care of you and make you soup to help you get better if I’m not the first person you inform.”

“I’m sorry? Take care of me how? Kagami, let alone making me soup, do you even know how to cook?” Marinette asks while seemingly hiding a laugh.

Stiffening, Kagami left the short girl's arm and was starting to walk at a normal pace to school.

“Let’s go Marinette, I don’t want to be late and you shouldn’t either.”

“Kagami don’t you dare run from me, I have three projects that I’m carrying and they are way too heavy for me to catch up.”

Smiling while Marinette followed her, Kagami remembered turning back and seeing Mari's cheeks pink and delicate snowflakes stuck in her equally pink beanie and hair. She was happy, joyous even, at all the time they had together and plans waiting to happen.

If all Kagami knew about snowfall was Marinette in it, it was all she needed to know to know she loved it.

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I wrote this months ago but with a lot that happened in my personal life and other I knew I completely forgot I had this account and basically abandoned social media for a bit. Either way I though I’d post this and edit a couple others thing I had for a short fic about these two being cute also a smidge of winter propaganda. I’ve also read way to much manga of people making chocolate for valentine day and wanted to give it a try. My dumb dream of “making” chocolate for Valentine’s Day as been completed, it was quite easy and I think these are adorable (if a bit messy) so I’ll probably try to do smt more complex next time. Happy Valentine’s Day, hope you enjoy it with yourself or anyone you care about and thank you for reading!