#every wax figure he makes im gonna kiss his hands

[crazy-concubine]

WHY IS HE SO CUTE WHAT????

The tags I made

[darbuckle21]

IM BACK! >:)

Okay…hear me out..

The Slasher boys x reader who’s not fat, but is curvy, and they walk in on them like, sleeping, and at first their like ‘Awh my baby :)’ but then see year stains and their stoumach has bandages wrapped around so it molds into being skinnier because they were just hating on their body. And they haven’t been eating? And the boys like, :( it’s not safe and they are just like ‘but ur perfect’ :(

I LOVE THIS >:)

Tw: Angst and mentions of body image and ED read at your own risk

Vincent Sinclair

He sneaks through the door to your shared bedroom. He’s been working on a new wax figure all day so you went to bed without him. He stands at the door way staring at your beautiful form. He makes a note to draw you like this some time. He sits on his side of the bed about to kiss your cheek when he notices tear stains running down your perfect face. He looks down seeing bandages wrapped around your stomach. He’s confused as to why you would do such a thing, in his eyes you are perfect in every way. He feels as if it’s his fault you feel this way about yourself. He unwraps the bandages making a note to get rid of them in the morning. His eyes water as he pulls you to his chest kissing your cheek. He wants to wake you up and ask why you would ever think to do such a thing? Did someone say something to you? He’ll kill whoever would fill your head with such things. He cradles you close to his body crying to himself for not noticing sooner. Why can’t you see yourself the way he sees you?

Brahms

He loves to watch you sleep staring at you while you rest peacefully on his chest, but he can’t, he’s in trouble for causing a mess in his rage. So you made him sleep in his room for the night. He tried to be good. He tried to listen, but he couldn’t sleep without seeing your peaceful face. He told himself "just one look" then he would go to sleep. He loves your curves he worships them. He could stare at you for hours and never get bored. So imagine how sad he was to find out you didn’t think of yourself the same way he did. He immediately exits the walls seeing the bandages and tear stained cheeks. He practically jumps into bed waking you up. Your confused and slightly annoyed he disobeyed you, but then you see his shining eyes through the mask. “Are you okay Brahms?” He shakes his head taking of his mask staring at your stomach. You look down following his line of sight. Shit. He rips the bandages off you dropping his head into your stomach kissing every inch. After that night he doesn’t wear his mask around you. He’s scared that him hiding his scars is what put this idea into your head. He makes sure to kiss your curve’s every night.

Poly ghostface

Billy and Stu always sneak into your bedroom to hangout. Except for on sundays but they were bored so even though it was late they decided to come over. “Hey sweetheart” Billy greets as he crawls through the window followed by Stu. Stu is upset your napping and want attention so he wakes you up. “Babyyyy” he wines sitting next to you on the bed. “Shhhhhh” Billy hushes not wanting him to wake you. He noticed yo I skipping lunch lately and he was planning to ask if you were okay, but you needed sleep. Your eyes began to open as you turn over looking at your boyfriends. “Hello baby” you great Stu happily sitting up to kiss him on the cheek. He looks at your face and frowns grabbing your chin “what’s wrong?” The lack of a pet name is how you realized he was upset. “What happened to your stomach?” Billy asks dreading the answer he knows is gonna be a lie. “I accidently cut myself while helping my mom make dinner” Stu grabs your hand fidgeting with your fingers nervously. “Then why were you crying?” He mumbles. You don’t know how to respond knowing they know what’s going on, so you look down sadly. “Oh baby” Billy whispers crawling into bed. He leans down undoing the bandage stuffing it in his pocket before leaning over to your backpack on the floor grabbing a sharpie. He writes the words Perfect across your stomach. He caps the marker tossing on the floor. Stu doesn’t say anything else nuzzling his head closer to you. Billy joins the cuddles caressing your stomach till you fall back asleep. The following days he keeps an eye on you helping to distract you while you eat. He makes sure to bring you snacks everyday just in case. Stu burned the bandages when he got home.

[skullstarz]

their love is...

-> bakusquad + jiro x gn!reader (separately).

this either gon flop or its gonna pop off as a sexy hot post would..... idk mane.

warnings: mild language, brief mention of a blunt in sero's, very vague brief mention of throwing up bcos of a stomach virus in kiri's.

word count: 207 (mina), 204 (denki), 208 (kirishima), 209 (sero), 206 (bakugo), 205 (jiro).

alternative title: im falling in luv <//3

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mina’s love is… joyful. hyper bunches of pecks all over your face, late night nail painting and face masks. watching terrible rom coms and laughing together, the night ending with a light hearted make out session, only pausing to giggle and look at each other fondly. shopping sprees where you two spend hours trying out clothing, even sporting the ugliest shirts you could find for each other as you two held a fashion show.

helping her find better products and better routines for wash day, going on full on spa days and chatting all day long as you get your mani pedis by actual professionals, relaxing together. online window shopping together, your feet up, kicking the air, bumping against and tangling with hers as you two added shirt after shirt into your cart. secretly adding gifts into the cart while she’s in the bathroom as a surprise for her when the package comes.

buying her skin care and spa day supplies because you know how much she loves taking care of her physical appearance, because it gives her confidence. seeing the way she both literally and figuratively glows after a self care day with you, your arms never failing to find their way around each other again.

denki’s love is… chaotic. sneaking out late at night to skateboard in a dark, unkempt park. scurrying off and finding cover when a random drunk starts incoherently babbling at you two. desperately holding in fits of laughter in the middle of the night, him accidentally farting from straining too hard. playing video games together when you should be studying, taste testing every flavor that monster energy drinks come in and deliberating where it should rank between other flavors, from best to worst.

placing bets and waxing him when he loses, slapping a hand over his mouth nervously whenever he lets out a blood curdling scream at the pain of the waxing process. tip toeing into the kitchen when everyone else is asleep and stealing snacks like the kitchen gremlins you are, before him slipping and falling over. getting zapped lightly whenever you creep up behind him, making him electrocute a chair whenever mineta says something outta pocket, so you can go “electric chair” and point to it.

holding burping contests, being tired of each others’ bs whenever one of you starts acting hyper. saying “that’s kinda gay” every time one of you says something overly cheesy, yet loving whenever you’re sappy with each other.

kirishima’s love is… strong. unwavering and loyal no matter what. being by your side during playful tickle fights, painful situations, and everything in between. piggy back rides and ice cream clinging to the tip of his nose after he steals a lick of your ice cream cone. holding every door open for you, pulling out every chair, and never failing to support you even during the most off putting scenarios.

holding back your hair as you suffer from a stomach virus, rubbing your back after a night terror. being an indestructible pillar of support to you when everything comes rushing back to you, a sturdy net to catch you when you find yourself falling. being there for him when he becomes overwhelmed, reminding him he is forever the strongest, best hero in your eyes. unspoken words reaching each other through muffled sniffles and tight grasps. dyeing each others’ roots and confiding in each other when it comes to secrets no one else knows.

being confident in your love for each other and vice versa, not hesitating to open up and be vulnerable about past pains. reassuring each other of how important you two are to one another, mumbling reminders of your love to each other throughout the day.

sero’s love is… calm. dancing slowly to kali uchis, doing everything together as if you’re attached by the hip. him introducing you to indie latinx music as you sit back and unwind from a long, long day. him giving you massages as you fall asleep because of the ministrations of his hands against your tired back. respecting boundaries and never pressuring you into things you’re uncomfortable with, not taking advantage of you or turning a helpful act like undoing your buttons or pulling down your zipper into something sexual unless you give clear consent.

understanding each other with the subtlest looks, getting each other just by seeing body language. mutually coming to each others’ aid in uncomfortable situations, a relationship built on complete trust and love- being able to stand on your own but preferring to lean on each other. not two halves of one whole, but two wholes coming together as one.

sharing his blunts and feather light pecks turning into hungry kisses. eating half of your meal at a restaurant and then switching plates and finishing each others’ food. light hearted banter, hardly ever fighting because of his relaxed nature, soothing your irritation. late night romantic speeches, professing your undying love to one another before falling asleep.

bakugo’s love is… surprising. it starts off as nothing special, the same relationship with a different label. aggressively negating that he enjoys the way your hands linger on his, hidden blushes followed by soft pops coming from his palms in embarrassment. over time, his reaction to your hand lingering on his becomes him softly grabbing your hand, squeezing it tenderly.

his hidden blushes becoming yours, and what once were stiff hugs becomes warm cuddles, his hand drifting slowly on your lower back, and you can swear his index finger is dragging against your skin more than the others, lightly etching a pattern that feels like a lopsided heart on your skin. cooking your favorite foods for you, getting special treatment from him even when you join in with the others’ antics.

soft expressions just for you, the way his brows unfurrow at the sight of your smile, the way his shoulders become less tense when he wraps his arms around your body, feeling every curve and point there is to feel. sweet kisses never to be expected from such a hot headed boy. a new side, all to you. a whole new world, all for you to enjoy, and love, just as you are all his.

jiro’s love is… musical. mixtapes filled with songs to make you smile and to make you cry. songs to fill your heart with sheer happiness to have met someone like her. joyfully playing the guitar and singing together, and going to music stores to look through all the cds and vinyls.

love songs filling the air and finding songs to softly kiss her to, holding her face in your hands as you tearfully sing a heartwarming love song. “the only exception” being your song, a song that always reminds you of one another. finding new songs together as you lay on the bed, hand in hand as you listen intently to every word. tons of joint playlists filled with your favorite songs for every different occasion, from things as common as naps together, to things you’ll probably never do, like road trips across the country.

secretly thinking up a list of songs you’d want to have at your wedding- not realizing the other has done so as well, and you both have the same songs filling them up. dancing cheerfully together at the end of a day together, your bodies’ last hurrah before you give out in each others’ arms, content, and full of love.

[clumsyclifford]

kiss in the kitchen like it’s a dance floor

Calum hums. "I could stay with you."

Again Michael's heart gives a lurch. "Really?"

"Yeah, why not?"

HELLO!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY @jbhmalum​ this is for you i got cute in the ao3 notes and im worried about repeating myself but anyway i really just love and treasure you je t’adore i really wish i could compliment you better in french but i simply do not have the words so suffice it to say that i am so so happy to know you i love reading your fics you are so unbelievably talented not to mention just mad cute and just overall an absolute delight i hope your birthday is super amazing and yeah i love you lots

so here’s a really fluffy domestic malum quarantine getting together fic per the birthday girl’s request i know you’re all thinking fluff???? from bella??? but joke’s on you because i wrote this several weeks ago don’t worry i am still emo inside

title from sunflower vol. 6 by harry styles <3 king shit

read it here on ao3

At risk of sounding overdramatic, Michael is going to die unless he sees Calum in the next week. Possibly less. He's experiencing severe Calum withdrawal, and it shows. Sleeping alone sucks more than Michael can put into words. There's no warm, steady weight against his back anymore, just the flimsy brush of his own duvet. He tucks it as tightly around himself as possible, but it's just not the same as Calum's embrace. 

"I miss you," he whines over FaceTime one evening. 

"You better," Calum replies. Then, immediately, "Sorry, I mean, I miss you too, obviously."

"You're on thin ice here," Michael grumbles. 

"You already know I miss you," Calum tells him.

"I hate being in quarantine. This sucks so bad, Cal."

Calum nods, sighs. "You know…I've been in, like, proper quarantine for two weeks. More than that. Haven't seen anyone or done anything."

Michael makes a face. "Really? No one? Nothing?"

"Yeah, but I mean." Calum tilts his head on the screen. "I could probably come to yours."

For a moment Michael's heart leaps into his throat, and then, just as quickly, it plummets. "You can't," he says. "The travel, and plus then you'd be going back, and I'm pretty sure I've been in some suspicious places recently. I mean I'm being careful, but you know. I don't want you to get it or bring it back with you."

Calum hums. "I could stay with you."

Again Michael's heart gives a lurch. "Really?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"That'd be so amazing," Michael breathes. "Beyond awesome. Oh my God. Can — would you? Seriously?"

"Are you kidding me?" Calum gives Michael a look, like, do you even know me?  "Michael. Like, I don't want to overstate things here, but I miss you more than I think I've ever missed anyone, excepting possibly Duke."

"Not as much as I miss you," Michael returns. "I've never missed anyone more. At all. Dogs included." Instantly that feels wrong. "Okay. That's a lie. But —"

"Ha!" Calum crows. "I miss you more. Get destroyed, Cliffo."

"You know what," Michael says petulantly, "maybe you shouldn't come visit."

"Funny," Calum says. "I'll sort my shit out here and then I can probably leave in a few days, is that alright?"

It's more than alright. It's actually the most brilliant thing Michael's ever heard. The prospect of seeing Calum lifts his mood way up into the stratosphere, and he grins, bubbly.

"Yeah, yeah, perfect," he says. "Can't wait."

The look on Calum's face says he can't wait, either.

-

It's been too many weeks to count since Michael's been hugged, but the moment Calum is in his arms, the time melts away. "Oh my God, I missed you so fucking much," he murmurs into Calum's shoulder. Calum chuckles.

"Yeah," he says, all fond. "Missed you too, Mikey."

"Let's never stop hugging," Michael suggests. "Ever."

Calum pats his back. "I think life would get pretty difficult pretty quickly."

"I don't really see how."

"The bathroom, for starters."

"We'd figure it out. I've seen you naked."

"That's not. Really." Calum laughs. "Fuck. I really missed you. Come on. Invite me in."

"No," Michael says, as Calum pulls reluctantly out of his hold. Calum frowns. "You might have corona."

"Oh, fuck off."

Laughing loudly, Michael leads Calum in. Immediately, Southy and Moose are at his heels, yapping excitedly. Calum kneels, grinning. "Hey, guys! Miss me much?"

"They can just smell Duke on you," Michael says in mock-contempt. It's generally accepted that Moose and Southy favor Calum over, well, basically anyone, but Michael refuses to cave. They're his fucking dogs.

"Oh, fuck," Calum remembers, straightening up, to Moose's displeasure. "Duke."

"Go get him," Michael says. "I'll put your shit in your room."

Calum smiles at Michael, the big, bright one, eyes crinkling in the corners so they almost disappear. Michael thinks if he had to pick one thing to wax poetic about forever, it would be this smile, and how it makes him feel gooey and melty inside whenever Calum turns it on him.

"What?" Michael finally demands, when Calum doesn't say anything.

Calum shakes his head. "Does it have to be something, man? I'm just fuckin' happy."

Michael breathes out, feeling lighter than he has in ages. "Me too."

And with that, Calum turns and goes to get Duke from the car. Michael carries Calum's stuff to Calum's room, which is actually a guest room that's been broken in by Calum enough times that they started calling it his. Not that he stays there that often. Borne of habit from both childhood and hotel rooms, Michael and Calum always elect to share the bed. This, among millions of things, has made Michael's life hard in quarantine. Sleeping alone sucks.

Michael gives the room a once-over as he deposits Calum's bags down. It has minimal decorations but the few that are here are very much Calum. A photograph of the sunset off the beach near their childhood homes hangs above the dresser, and there's a comically large poster of Alex Gaskarth above the bed, which, Michael is somewhat sure, had been the result of a lost bet. 

Arms wrap around his middle. "Hey."

"You get Duke set up?" Michael asks, resting his hands against Calum's and tilting his head back.

"On a trial basis, yeah. He's gotten really territorial about his food, though, so if either of your kids tries anything…"

"My kids?"

"Your dogs," Calum says dismissively. "I'm just saying, Duke could kick their asses."

"Um, excuse me?" Michael twists around, prying himself out of Calum's grip. "First of all, it would be two on one, and there's no way your weak-ass mutt could —"

"Weak-ass mutt?"

" — also, Southy can and will scratch, and I know for a fact Moose has never read the Geneva Convention."

"Yeah, but they like me more," Calum says cheekily. Michael makes an offended face, and Calum swoops in and kisses his cheek.

"Hey, don't try that shit. They do not like you more."

“Okay,” Calum says, in a very unconvincing voice. “So. What’s for dinner?”

“Nothing for you if you keep this up,” Michael grumbles, scowling.

Calum chuckles. “I can look through your pantry and make something?”

“I just said I’m not feeding you.”

“Right, that’s why I’m going to be feeding you. ”

Michael huffs. “Don’t cook, we can order something.”

“No, I’m gonna cook. I’ve missed cooking for you.”

“Really? For me? ”

“Yes,” Calum says, looking strangely at Michael. “For you. I’ve missed spending time with you. Doing things for you. Why do you think I sent you the care package?”

“Because you love me?”

“Yeah,” Calum says, which is a little unfair, because Michael had been teasing and had expected Calum to tease in return. But Calum just looks matter-of-fact. “Exactly. So let me cook for you.”

Michael squirms, torn between the desire to make another joke or to let Calum’s love settle over his shoulders like a second skin. “Okay,” he concedes. “I’ll be supervising so I know you won’t poison me, though.”

Calum’s eyes crinkle with his smile. “Oh, no. Hanging out with me in the kitchen while I cook? I can’t think of anything worse.”

“Stop being so fucking sappy,” Michael whines. “You’re making me feel bad for being bitchy.”

“No, by all means,” Calum says airily. “Keep mocking me, your best friend, while I remind you over and over again how much I’ve missed you. I don’t mind at all.”

“You’re a shit,” Michael says, swatting at Calum’s shoulder. “Go make me dinner, peasant.”

“Bossy.”

“You asked to make dinner!”

Calum laughs, and turns to go start dinner. Michael trails after, because whatever he says, however he mocks Calum, he’s missed him far too much to let him out of Michael’s sight for too long. 

(And also, Michael likes to try and distract Calum while he cooks. It’s in his top five favorite sports.)

-

Having Calum here feels so natural it makes Michael wonder if they’d ever actually spent any time apart or if it had been a hallucination. They fall back into routine so easily, routine established from every part of their lives spent together; traditions created back in school, behaviors formed and reinforced through years of sharing hotel rooms, habits only known to the other. Calum slots back into the Calum-shaped gap he’d left when quarantine started, and it’s as if he’d never been gone. 

Michael likes the bubble they’re existing in now, where they speak to no one but each other, go nowhere but the store to replenish depleted groceries, and pretend that time isn’t passing in the outside world. They make a dent in their long list of movies to watch together, and occasionally make fun of. Calum runs in the morning while Michael sleeps, and every morning wakes him for breakfast while Michael bitches. They walk their dogs together. 

(Michael gapes when Calum lets Duke off his leash.

“Since fucking when?” he accuses.

“He’s a grown dog,” Calum says sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “Michael, he’s like a foot long with attachment issues. He won’t go anywhere.”

Michael stares reproachfully at Moose and South. They stare innocently back. Calum chuckles and pats Michael on the back. “You can let ‘em off as long as I’m here. You know they won’t run away from me.”

“Fuck you,” Michael retorts, looping the leash once more around his wrist. Dream on, he thinks, eyeing his dogs.)

And it’s easy, for a week or two, to think that this is just how people are, or if not, that this is just how they are, how Michael and Calum exist in the world. They’ve been best friends since forever, and there’s no one else in Michael’s life who fills the shoes that Calum does — and why should there be, when he has Calum? It’s not like Michael’s ever needed anyone else, or anything else. Homeless or starving or broke or on a deserted island or stranded in outer space or drowning in an ocean or on death row, Michael’s only wish would be Calum.

Of course it would, though. Calum is everything. Michael’s known that for ages.

They don’t even start under the pretense that Calum will be staying in “his” room; from his very first night at Michael’s he doesn’t even open that door, just follows after Michael when Michael declares he’s going to retire for the night and slips under the blanket with him, wordlessly, a silent agreement that there’s no reason to torture themselves sleeping alone when they don’t need to. This quarantine has given them both a new perspective on solitude; namely, avoid at all costs. So Michael snuggles up to Calum, content even to be the little spoon if it means Calum’s the one whose front is all lined up with Michael’s back, whose arm is slung tightly over Michael’s middle, an unspoken promise that Michael’s not getting away from Calum if Calum has any say. It’s comforting to be held, but not necessary; Michael wouldn’t leave Calum’s arms if the house were on fire.

(Okay, maybe if the house were on fire. But he’d definitely wake Calum for that.)

They do the bare minimum promoting CALM — mostly Michael likes leaving that stuff to Luke anyway, who, as lead singer, gets the bulk of the attention for it. Sometimes Michael decides to be resentful about that, but now it’s nice to know that the world doesn’t expect much from him, from either of them. They FaceTime with Luke and Ashton, who express openly and loudly how envious they are of Calum and Michael spending time together. The world spins on, with Michael purposefully ignoring it. Life is wonderful.

“Right, what’s next on the list?” Calum asks, handing Michael a glass of water and collapsing onto the couch. He kicks his legs up and stretches them across Michael’s lap. Michael gives him a look, and Calum just gives Michael a cheeky grin as he takes a sip of his own water.

“The Umbrella Academy, ” Michael says.

“Isn’t that a show?”

“Yeah, well, it’s next on the list.”

Calum frowns. “Why haven’t we got a separate list for TV shows?”

Michael rolls his eyes. “Because we’re idiots? Or because we probably never anticipated having this much time to actually get through the list. Do you want to watch it or not?”

“Oh, definitely,” Calum says. “Isn’t that, fuckin’…Mikey Way’s, or something? One of the MCR guys?”

“Gerard. Yeah.”

“Dope,” Calum says. Michael reaches for the remote while Calum pulls his legs off of Michael, shuffling around on the couch until his head is on Michael’s lap, legs thrown up over the armrest. Michael settles his free hand onto Calum’s crown, running his fingers along the short hair over his scalp. It’s not that he prefers Calum with more hair — generally speaking, Michael’s favorite version of Calum is always whichever one exists at the moment — but he does miss having more hair to play with. He suspects Calum misses that, too. Calum always liked Michael playing with his hair.

“You might have trouble drinking if you’re laying down like this,” Michael observes wryly, although he hopes Calum doesn’t sit up. It may be stupidly domestic, to be like this with Calum, but that’s always been them, and Michael likes it that way. Prefers it. Friends are stupidly domestic sometimes. Aren’t they?

“Whatever,” Calum says, setting his glass blindly onto the floor in front of the couch. “Don’t, like, kick to the right, and we’ll be fine.”

Michael shakes his head fondly and hits play on the first episode of the show. It’s a good show, and for the first episode he and Calum are both equally taken by it. When it ends, Duke shuffles into the room in search of company, and Calum pats the couch to invite him up. “My son,” he whispers as Duke precariously attempts to climb the couch. “Come here, my son. I can lift you up. I can show you what you want to see and take you where you want to be.”

“Are you,” Michael says, briefly distracted from starting the next episode. “Are you singing Capital Cities to Duke?”

“Shut up,” Calum says, making grabby hands towards Duke until Duke gets the message and comes close enough for Calum to grab. “You’re just jealous ‘cause neither of your dogs want to hang out with you.”

“Because they’re normal dogs who sleep at this hour.” Duke settles himself onto Calum’s chest, collapsing with an adorable whoomph, nose brushing up against Calum’s chin. It’s too cute for words, the pair of them. Michael feels his heart clench inexplicably, and looks away.

“Jealous,” Calum sing-songs. “Go on, start the episode, what’re you waiting for?”

“I don’t think you’ll be able to watch with Duke sitting on top of you.”

Calum makes a dismissive noise. “I’ll be fine.”

And he is fine, right up until he falls asleep about fifteen minutes in. Michael notices straightaway, and wonders when exactly he got so attuned to Calum that he can tell in an instant if he’s awake or asleep. Sure enough, glancing down, Calum is exhaling gently, steadily enough that he’s obviously dropped off. Duke is dozing on Calum’s chest. Once again, Michael’s heart does that squeezing thing that leaves Michael vaguely confused. It’s just Calum. It’s always just Calum; what’s happening now that never used to happen before?

For a moment, Michael entertains the idea of just sitting here forever. It’s a tempting option. Michael’s hand has stalled in Calum’s hair but it still rests there, fingertips grazing the nape of his neck, and Calum’s chest is rising and falling rhythmically, raising and lowering Duke with it. The scene is endearing, charming beyond explanation, the kind of thing that makes Michael wish you could frame moving pictures like they do in Harry Potter, just to watch this moment for the rest of his life. He’d put it up in his bedroom, and look at it whenever he was in need of some sense of peace. 

If Calum is asleep, though, it must mean he’s tired, and they should probably go to bed if that’s the case. Michael gives himself another long moment to just watch his best friend sleep, face restful and all creases smoothed. He clicks off the TV.

“Cal,” he whispers.

There’s no response.

“Calum,” Michael repeats softly, scratching his fingernails over Calum’s scalp. “Calum, babe.”

Calum hums and his eyes open groggily. He lifts an arm to rub a hand over his face, and Duke jerks awake. “Hmm,” Calum manages, staring up into Michael’s face with a vaguely blank look. “Oh. Fuck. Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” Michael says. “Bedtime, though. I’m kind of tired anyway.”

Calum grabs Duke in his hands and then, with an almighty groan, heaves himself into a sitting position, gently lowering Duke to the ground. Duke leaves the room, possibly to go and harass Moose and South into letting him sleep with them. Michael sees a lot of Calum in Duke.

For a second Calum just sits, elbows braced against his knees, face in his hands. Michael furrows his brow. “You feeling okay?”

Calum breathes out. “Yeah, yeah. Just — more tired than usual, I guess.”

“Sleep in tomorrow,” Michael offers. “Lazy day. I love lazy days.”

“Mike, all your days are lazy days.”

“Fuck you, firstly, and secondly, none of my days are lazy days with you.” Michael pokes at Calum’s shoulder. “Which is obviously completely different, because it means we can cuddle all day, or do whatever. And get takeout! Come on, Cal, lazy day, lazy day, pajama day, lazy day —”

“Okay, okay,” Calum relents. “Yes, fine. Fine.” Michael grins and wraps Calum in a hug from the side, and Calum shakes his head, although Michael knows him well enough to know it’s fond exasperation at worst.

“Lazy day,” Michael sings lightly. Calum huffs a laugh. “Let’s go to bed.”

They go, and Michael’s heart does that squeezing-clenching thing again when Calum burrows into Michael’s chest once they’ve gotten under the duvet. He seems to be tipsy off tiredness, but it’s not anything Michael hasn’t seen before, and he doesn’t know why he’s reacting differently all of a sudden.

Must be the tiredness getting to me too, he thinks dismissively, pretending not to think about the fact that he’s no more tired than usual and he’s been tired before, without weird thoughts about Calum cramming their way into his mind. Best to sleep it off.

(Part of him doesn’t want to sleep it off, though. It’s a lovely fantasy, thinking he and Calum might be something more — not that he wants that, necessarily, but if he were going to want it, he doesn’t think it would be so bad. In the safety of his own mind, in fleeting thoughts, it’s nice to think about. Calum’s Calum, after all. It makes sense that eventually even Michael would start to think things. Just as long as he knows they’re all far-fetched things that are far too delusional to ever be anything but silly, sleepy, inexplicable ideas.)

“G’night,” Calum murmurs, sending a buzz from his words across Michael’s skin. Michael shivers, and hopes Calum doesn’t pick up on it.

“Sleep well,” Michael says quietly, lips brushing Calum’s hair. “And if you get up before ten, I’ll spread rumours about you on Twitter.”

Calum barely breathes out a giggle before he sighs and falls asleep. Michael doesn’t see the point in being awake without Calum, and without ceremony falls asleep as well, warm from Calum’s body lined up against his own.

-

Despite Michael’s threat, he still wakes up to an empty bed, covers thrown back where Calum must have gotten out. Of course he has. Michael starts brainstorming vaguely irritating rumour ideas to put on Twitter.

It’s eleven, though, which means that technically Calum could have woken up after ten but before Michael. Either way, Michael’s waking up alone again, and that’s annoying.

He shuffles out of bed, pulling on Calum’s Youngblood hoodie as he pads into the kitchen, where, predictably, Calum is making breakfast. Michael wraps his arms around Calum’s waist and hooks his chin over Calum’s shoulder. Calum jerks at the touch before apparently realizing who it is, and settling backwards into it.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Calum greets him, turning his head to give Michael a kiss on his temple. It strikes Michael as a strangely romantic thing to do, which isn’t a thought he needs to be having. “I promise I wasn’t up before ten.”

“Hmph,” Michael grumbles, which is morning-Michael-speak for come back to bed, but Calum either doesn’t understand or chooses to ignore it. Eyeing the griddle on the stove, he adds, “Pancakes?” 

Calum nods. “See, when you wake up early, this is the kind of thing you have time for.”

“Worst lazy day partner ever,” Michael sniffs. “I want to cuddle.”

“What if we eat breakfast and then cuddle?”

“What if you come back to bed and then we eat pancakes when we wake up?”

Calum chuckles. “I don’t know how you’re tired right now. It’s eleven.”

“I don’t know how you’re not,” Michael says, horrified. “It’s eleven.”

Calum just laughs. “I love you,” he says, apropos of nothing, and Michael’s heart does a triple backflip.

“I know,” he says. “If this is a ploy to get me to forgive you for getting me out of bed at eleven in the morning, it’s not working.”

“It’s not a ploy,” Calum says. “But it is working.”

It is working. Just for saying that, though, Michael stubbornly wishes it weren’t, but it’s too late; Calum’s already softened his defenses, thawed his prickly morning mood. “Fuck you,” he mumbles. Calum makes another half-laugh noise and even though Michael’s not looking at his face, he can tell — he can almost feel — the way Calum’s eyes crinkle with his smile. 

“You can grab the syrup from the fridge,” he tells Michael. Michael hugs Calum tighter and buries his face in Calum’s neck.

“No,” he says, voice muffled in Calum’s skin. “Shut up.”

“You can’t cuddle me while I’m making pancakes, Mikey.”

“Fucking watch me.”

“Mike.”

“Shh, napping,” Michael mumbles, closing his eyes. He can feel Calum’s racing heartbeat pulsing in his neck, against Michael’s cheek, and distantly wonders why it’s racing. Calum relents, thankfully, and for a moment they just stand there, in the peaceful quiet of the kitchen, Michael’s hands loosely curled into Calum’s shirt. They fit so well it’s almost criminal. “This is perfect,” he sighs, breath hot against his own face where it bounces off Calum’s skin.

Calum settles a hand on Michael’s. “What is?”

Michael hums. “This,” he says again, although he knows that’s mostly meaningless, and it could mean anything. “You. You being here. Just this.”

It’s still kind of nonsensical, but Calum seems to understand anyway. It’s what they do best, understanding each other when nobody else can, when nobody else would bother trying. “I missed you more than I think it’s normal to miss someone,” Calum says quietly. To an outsider listening in, it would sound like a change of subject, but Michael knows it isn’t. It’s perfect to me, too, Calum is saying. It wasn’t any good before. The words hover before them, almost like giving Michael the option to ignore them. 

Michael had known that, of course. Michael had also missed Calum more than it’s normal to miss someone. He’d kind of just figured that was how they operated. Calum is saying it like it should be news, like it should mean something monumental, but it’s all the same to Michael. He missed Calum more than a normal person ought to, but not more than Calum deserves. It’s Calum.

“Your heartbeat’s really fast,” Michael murmurs, also a surface change of subject, trying to say so many things, like I missed you too, an insane amount, and is this new for you, too, or just for me? and have I never noticed that your heart pounds when I hug you, or has it just never before? and it’s okay with me, whatever the answer is. He’s almost afraid to pick his head up, scared that he’s going to see the look on Calum’s face and not like it, scared that it’s going to be what he wants it to be. Scared that something is going to change, but almost more afraid that nothing will.

Calum breathes a laugh. “Of course you would notice that.”

“My face is on your neck,” Michael says. “How could I not notice.”

“I meant it,” Calum says, which Michael had also known, and he knows what Calum means, too; not just that he’d meant what he said, but also what he hadn’t, the unspoken this that Michael had been talking about in the first place.

“So did I,” Michael says, meaning that he meant everything he didn’t say, and he wonders if Calum had understood it, but it’s Calum, and they’re them, so of course Calum has understood it.  He picks his head up off Calum’s shoulder and Calum twists himself around in Michael’s arms, hands fluttering over Michael’s shoulders before landing. Michael is tempted to point out that he probably shouldn’t turn his back on an open flame, and he probably would if he didn’t think it would ruin the moment. They’re definitely in a moment right now, which should probably be weird, but it isn’t. This should feel weird, but it doesn’t, because it’s Calum.

Michael wonders how many exceptions he’s made in his life for Calum, and how many more he’ll make at the drop of a hat. There’s the world, and then there’s Calum, and the rules stop applying somewhere in transit.

Calum rests his forehead against Michael’s. “I thought that maybe it was just me.”

“How could it be just you?” Michael says softly. His own heartbeat is thudding in his chest. “If it’s you, then it’s me. That’s always been true.”

“This is different,” Calum says, except it’s not. “You changed your mind. Recently.”

Michael blinks. “How do you know that?”

“I just,” Calum shrugs, helplessly. “I don’t know. I could just tell. I can tell.”

“I didn’t change my mind,” Michael says, because he doesn’t know what to say to everything else Calum’s just revealed. Like that Calum must have known before Michael knew. And that Calum must have been waiting for Michael to screw his fucking head on right. And that Calum had noticed, the moment it happened. “I just realized, you idiot. You should have fucking told me.”

“This is my fault? ”

“You knew!”

“I thought it was just me,” Calum repeats. 

“Well that was a stupid fucking assumption to make,” Michael tells him. “You were waiting for me to realize.”

“I wasn’t waiting, I was just…” Calum frowns. “Hoping.”

Michael rolls his eyes. “Well, I’m here now,” he says. “I’m all caught up.” They’re dancing around it, he notices, because Michael is just finding his footing and Calum is probably waiting for Michael to say psych!, and neither of them wants to say it. Once they say it, it’s a fact.

It’s a fact already, though. It’s been a part of the MichaelandCalum history since they met, and they’ve both just been idiots about it, basically.

Calum’s eyes crinkle as the ghost of a smile starts to lift at the corners of his lips, and before Michael can even begin to wax poetic about it, they’re kissing. It makes so much sense to be kissing that Michael doesn’t even think, for a moment, that it’s strange. It just feels nice, and feels right, and Calum’s mouth is warm and tastes like chocolate, inexplicably.

Calum exhales sharply when they part. “Fucking finally,” he says, breath hot on Michael’s lips.

“You could have told me we’re in love,” Michael says. “I wish I’d fucking known.”

“Don’t blame this on me. You could have opened your fucking eyes.”

“Pancakes,” Michael remembers. “You’re making pancakes. You should make them.”

“I think, maybe,” Calum says, and then nothing else, just catches Michael in another kiss, sweet like the last, familiar like everything to do with Calum, one of Calum’s hands curling steadily around the back of Michael’s neck. Michael doubts if he’s ever felt more at home than he does right now.

“Okay,” Michael says hoarsely against Calum’s mouth. “More of that. Pancakes later.”

Calum grins. The pancakes sit on the island until they’re cold, vapor dissolving into the cool kitchen air. The world spins on. Life is wonderful.

[witcher-ot3]

List of Iorveth/Roche WiPs

Because somethings I like to torment myself by showing how many fucking things I’m working on. Doesn’t help that lately, I’ve started a new WiP every time I get stuck in another fic. So, in no particular order (literally just how the tabs are ordered in my window lmao), here are all my Iorveth/Roche WiPs

2 fics in the Petals and Stripes ‘verse - one with Roche’s POV straight after and one of the Stripes’ POV as they deal with the aftermath... and try to help their boss woo Iorveth. Surprising no one, they’re terrible at it.

Curse breaking WiP where True Love’s Kiss strong emotion for one’s enemy saves Iorveth’s life. And then he, Roche, and Triss team up to go save the Scoia’tael.

Roche’s POV WiP set before they first meet. Includes some nice knife and blood kink during a face off between Iorveth and Roche. No idea where this one is going.

Eye On You Chapter 3, for which the plan is thigh-fucking. That’s it, that’s all I got.

Fake dating casefic (The Curious Case of the Murivel Resort for Couples). rn they’re playing strip gwent and I somehow signed up to write 5 different gwent games for this 😢

Competitive makeouts (The Chase) rn they’re spiderman kissing, but there’s gonna be a conspiracy plot that Iorveth has to reveal.

New ‘verse involving Iorveth/Roche/Kayran and Roche/Foltest lmao. First WiP is Roche running into Iorveth during his monthly fuckdate with the Kayran... and then joining in. Second WiP is a comparison of Roche’s two relationships and how they make him feel. For some reason, I framed it around the Chivalric Virtues from Blood & Wine and made it a 5+1 lol

Pining and Poignards, a WiP in which there is pining and stabbing lol. A poignard is a type of knife, which Iorveth generously “gifts” to Roche. rn Iorveth is sneaking around the army base and has just caught Roche masturbating. I...only sort of know where I’m going with this one.

Tittyfucking. That’s it, that’s the plot lmao. Iorveth is a lil obsessed with Roche’s chest and attempts to fuck it.

Gross Gremlin Man aka Iorveth prefers Roche nasty and sweaty. Uh... I just started this one and somehow it went from “huh, why do I not mind Roche when he’s all sweaty” to “hmm, I think I’m gonna steal his clothes and smell them while I touch myself” and I’m still working on the transition from one to the other lol

Red is the Rose Chapters 3+4 - Ch3 is about ready for posting, but I’m trying to figure out how much of the events of W2 to cover or if I should just skip all of them and get to the post-W2 plot.

Fun fact: all of those WiPs above are in 1 document because I like to make life difficult for Google Docs. But the other docs are all specific ‘verses (or themes) and these ones are theoretically standalone. Theoretically.

More standalones

Letters - a post-W3 WiP where Roche is running Temeria and hates it and starts receiving letters from Iorveth (sealed with a forget me not in wax).

WiP where they both get captured and imprisoned in a magic cell and whoops, sex ends up happening... and then their teams come rescue them.

Cuddles with the Commander - continuation of Pride of Temeria, where Roche wakes up cuddled up with Pillow Tits and his team.

Fire Breathing - a Meet the Family WiP where Iorveth is hanging with the Stripes and PT decides to demonstrate how to breathe fire. Iorveth is more than slightly freaked out that humans have this ability.

Iorveth gangbang - uh yeah, what it says on the tin. The Blue Stripes take Iorveth apart under Roche’s guidance.

Different first meeting identity porn WiP - they meet in Flotsam just as the Scoia’tael is starting to get formed. Neither knows who the other is, but they have amazing sex and every time they’re in Flotsam together, they meet up again. But Iorveth, of course, leads the Scoia’tael, and Roche has been tasked with hunting them down.

Crones WiP - Roche went to the Crones to plead for his men back. He gets them back - but as ghosts. He also gets assigned to help work on a cure to the Catriona plague, and it turns out one of the people already working on it is Iorveth. I literally just want Blue Stripes ghosts laughing at Roche’s bad flirting, but somehow it’s mostly angst rn ooops

Love Shack WiPs

First Time WiP - this one is so close to being done dammit. It’s actually the first WiP I ever started for this pairing and it just needs like 2 more orgasms aaaaahhhhhh

Medicine WiP - morning after their first time, they have a discussion about scars and medicine and how elven medicine is way better than human medicine. Not at all based on the billions of medical procedures I’m going through or anything.

PWP Ovi WiP - uh yeah, this one is just pure porn. rn Iorveth is giving Roche his eggs and Roche is loving it.

The Picture Says It All - next is gonna be a sketch of Roche hard at work hunched over a desk and Iorveth is all “no, this is wrong, he’s meant to be wielding a sword and fighting me”

The Haunting of Barrack 8B - Adda!! Adda is officially getting introduced in the next part, which is good, ‘cause she’s important in this ‘verse (and in my heart)

Roche builds Iorveth a home WiP - oh yeah, I stalled out because I realized I had to establish Roche and Rinn’s friendship before she could give him a hint about making a nest for Iorveth

Long Live the King - WiP about Roche’s relationship with Foltest, some of what he’s done for the King, how Iorveth feels about it, and then the big finale for this ‘verse, which I will leave secret for now.

Don’t Cry For Me, Temeria WiPs These are only the ones that have actual WiPs started, because believe me, I have a LOT more ideas

(Im)Perfect Strangers ch 27 - time for Roche to step up his wooing. Featuring dinner, dancing, and gift giving. And, of course, it wouldn’t be me without misunderstandings lol.

Between Two Fools Ch 8 - I’m working on getting this out as soon as I can. Just gotta finish writing their sex from the end of (Im)Perfect Strangers ch 26

Unlucky Number Thirteen - I want to write about how he starts spying for Roche and their developing kinda mentorship relationship

Silas’s story - he’s literally JUST joined the Stripes and I need to write how he and Thirteen work closely together but also this poor anxious boy is like 3 seconds from a heart attack at all times rn. It will get better tho.

Earning Your Stripes ch 2 - the first time. This chap will actually have porn! But first I gotta finish writing it lol. Rn Ves and Finch are double teaming Fenn and PT and Thirteen are in subspace cuddling with Roche, but soon they’ll get to join in too.

break (v /brāk/): to destroy someone's resistance - cnc WiP where Iorveth asks Roche to break him - and Roche has a lot of fun doing so as they pretend to fight like they’re still enemies.

Bath House - this was SUPPOSED to be a porny lil thing where Roche talks dirty to Iorveth while they’re stuck being proper for the kids, and then finally they get some alone time. But what it also turned into is that Anais and Thirteen equally hate baths lmao. Boussy loves them tho. He’s a hedonist, while Anais is just bored and Thirteen is like a cat with water.

Tutti Ch 2 - Iorveth begins to compose a symphony for Roche about their love story.

Daggers, Dumplings, and Dresses - the Elihal/Hattori side story. Not gotten much written so far - mostly just Elihal reflecting on his friendship with Iorveth.

The First Rule of Fight Club ch 2 - Ves now has time to think about what Ciaran said about Roche not being worthy of her loyalty. And also about how Ciaran’s skin tasted when she bit him.

Dragonfucking - another PWP WiP featuring a threesome with Saskia... except Roche still doesn’t know about the whole dragon thing, so he’s in for a surprise.

Water Balloon Fight - silly lil WiP where the Scoia’tael and the Blue Stripes have a water balloon fight. PT is the ref.

Baby Mama - lmao yes that is what it’s listed as in my doc. Not gonna say a lot about this, but will probably be a longer piece. Set in the distant future in DCfM,T.

Tempt Not a Desperate Man ‘verse Yeah, does anyone know what this is? It’s the ‘verse that started with Devour What’s Truly Yours and so far has nothing else published oops

Part 2 - in which they actually have to face each other again and figure out where they stand. And then there’s some fisting.

The Chaperon - Iorveth decides to make Roche a chaperon since the last one was sacrificed as a cum rag

Human Bootlicker - Iorveth makes a joke about Roche surrendering on his knees when he gets the upper hand in a fight between the Blue Stripes and the Scoia’tael - and then Roche actually does.

Elven Baths - so it’s kinda a thing in this ‘verse that they end up meeting and fucking in the elven baths in the Flotsam forest. As in, the legend about “if you’re in love, you can still hear the lovers’ sighs in the garden” came to being because Roche is fucking loud lmao. Also, roses of remembrance. 😉

Sort of series fics, but technically stand alone. AKA apparently I decided I wanted to do Themes. 

Theme 1: Possessiveness aka all the kinky sex kinda embarrassed to admit to these which is dumb because fuck shame

Piss fic - uh, kinda what it sounds like? Roche decides to be an asshole and refuses to move out of the way when Iorveth tries to get to the bathroom - and somehow this turns into Iorveth pissing on his crotch.

Come inflation + piss fic - Roche gets a potion that makes him come a lot. Iorveth likes it and wants more.

Possessiveness - Iorveth has feelings about his nemesis and Roche does not know how to feel about this.

Tentacles + Breeding - a tentacle/vine plant instinctively tries to lay its eggs in Roche. Iorveth is not okay with this plant going for his enemy... until it turns out Roche is very much here for it. And also for Iorveth fertilizing the eggs after they’ve been laid.

Dream - Roche dreams about Iorveth being an elven king and himself being essentially Iorveth’s plaything, to use and to show off

Theme 2: King Roche aka hey, wouldn’t it be funny if he ended up in charge? He would hate it so much

Murder husbands - Iorveth breaks into the palace and finds the very unhappy “King” Roche, then they go run away and kill war criminals together. But of course Roche could never abandon Temeria, so he’s still in charge by day. But by night, it’s murder time.

Okay, technically this has like a line written for it, BUT bodyguard AU where Roche knows he’s gonna get assassinated without protection once he becomes king, and only Iorveth is allowed to kill him. So only makes since for Iorveth to become his bodyguard. 

Arranged Marriage AU - inspired by softestpunk’s The Gift, I literally just want cracky fun where they are forced to get married and they hate it but also fall in love. That’s it, that’s the story.

Holy fuck, I have a lot of WiPs. But I think that’s all the Iorveth/Roche ones. Which is not to say I don’t have more, but rn, I am hyperfixated on these idiots, so these are the ones I am actively writing.

[minyoonsh]

;nct 127 reaction to

you slapping their ass

and then running away;

idek know what this is.. but i has it in my drafts so. i guess this is kinda crack lol.

this is kinda long

also there’s swearing in this poop, so just watch out..idk

also. some of these are longer than the others, i try to not put any favoritism into this. bcs that’s kinda unfair. so if one of them r longer than the other please don’t get offended. i’m not trying to offend anyone here.

mark

i think mark’s immediate reaction would be just shocked. he was in the studio with some of his members going through some lyrics, when you ripped the door open and smacked his ass before running out yelling, “i’m going to school now, byeee.” and not even a second later you were gone. the other members had different reactions, some had a slick smirk on their face. and some others were just shocked. but most of them were laughing uncontrollably.

mark didn’t really mind it, he would definitely get back at you. he just needed the right timing first.

taeyong

would be shocked as you stood there frozen with your hand still on his butt. you didn’t except that you had guests, and when you ran into the kitchen feeling mischievous. you didn’t see the others on the other side of the room looking at taeyong.

taeyong’s face turned red as he moved a little away from you and you immediately moved your hand back. you weren’t that embarrassed, but you knew taeyong was. his ears and face a quite obvious red. “uhh.. i didn’t know we had guests.” you said and went to grab something to snack on. and since your voice broke the silence the other guys broke into laughter and you looked over at taeyong who was smiling awkwardly at you. you walked over to him and whispered “im sorry baby.” and you kissed his cheeks.

“wow ____, i didn’t know you were into or that stuff.” lucas said with a smug face.

taeil

would be kinda similar to taeyongs reaction. but with much more awkwardness radiating off of him. you once smacked his ass as a joke when he was cooking something. but seeing as he became flustered and shy when it happened. it turned into a regular thing, you tried not to do it too often so that he would stop reacting to it. but it was so tempting when he stood there talking with his member about god knows what. his ass just waiting to be smacked.

you decided to do it anyway, but causal tho. you just walked past normally, pretending that you were going to get something from that side of the room. while you did, you slapped his ass not to hard but you could practically feel how tensed he was as your hand made contact with his ass.

the other members started laughing immediately. sure they have seen taeil be flustered before, but not to this point. “babeeee!” he whisper shouted at you as his ears burned red.

“it was too tempting.” you said and blinked before returning to your room.

johnny

ever since johnny had been on that show where he made the remark, “oh daddy!” let’s just say that you still hadn’t left it alone. you were cleaning that day and decided to put the tv on in the background since you remembered that his appearance was today. you felt calm hearing his voice and his laughter, but as soon as you heard johnny said his remark or whatever you would call it. you bursted out laughing.

you couldn’t believe your boyfriend did that, on tv. (idek if the show was on tv just hang in there lol)

so ever since that, every time there was a nice moment for it. you would smack your hand over his ass and say “oh daddy!” loud. but of course, there was one time the joke backfired. johnny was in the kitched making some drink or whatever. and you decide this was the perfect moment for one of your ‘jokes’. johnny didn’t actually mind them that much, as long as you were in private. of course. so when you yelled out “oh daddy!” and there was a loud smack echoing through the room. and the silence that was followed by it. you turned around and saw jisung, chenle & haechan witting on the couch with wide eyes and blush on their cheeks.

this time it was johnny’s turn to laugh “lol.” he said as he walked into the living room with the glasses acting like nothing happened.

(mom i love him ^^)

yuta

omfg this guy would be so cocky abt it holy shit. when you walked into the practice room and this time you didn’t smack his ass you just grabbed it and pulled him into a kiss. “heyy babe.” you said smiling. you knew that the others were watching, yuta had said to you that he loved it when you did stuff like that. he found it sexy. so you decided this was the perfect chance. “i missed you.” he said and hugged you. but after the hug you sat down on the couch and watched yuta as he was stretching.

mark and jaehyun were staring at yuta so he looked over at them with the biggest smirk on his lips and opened his mouth to say “what?” his voice sounded normal. the other two went back to stretching but definitely wondered what the hell that was. yuta looked back at you and winked before continuing again.

doyoung

i feel like this boi would be kinda flustered, but in a good way i guess. his heart would actually flutter at your action. and you knew damn well that he had that kind of reaction (rhyme lmao). you loved watching his cheeks go pink and starting to fidget on something, often your shirt. it was mostly you who had to initiate skinship, and when you did he absolutely loved it. adored it. so when you did that action for the first time as a joke, he kinda liked it. (not in a dirty way u hoes) and when you did it one day in front of his buddies. he still got the same reaction, maybe just a bit more blush to his cheeks. the others looked at him with cheeky smiles on their faces.

you would put your arms around him and try to make him even more flustered. “babyy stooop.” he would whine cutely, but he sure didn’t actually want you to let go. and thankfully you knew that.

jaehyun

i feel like he’d get kinda mad about it if it was in front of his members, or he would act like it was nothing. depending on who it was with him and which mood he was in. this time, it was taeyong & johnny he was hanging with. playing video games, laying around doing nothing really. they had a week of and that wasn’t so normal. but after a few days they started to miss each other, so they met up. but the first few days had just been you and jaehyun. going to dinners and romantic dates.

but today jaehyun had been teasing you for every little thing, your height, your pronounciaton & your laugh. and you wanted to get back at him with slapping him hard af right on his ass. you weren’t feeling childish at all. you walked into the livingroom. pretending to watch the movie that was on. “babe, could you get me a glass of water?” you said in a cute voice and you knew he wouldn’t say no. he smiled at you and stood up. and as soon as he did that you smacked him hard as fuuck right on his coochie.

you started laughing like a maniac and the two others joining in. all three laughing at jaehyun’s shocked face.

“that’s what you get for teasing me hyunieeee.”

winwin

idk about how this boy would react tbh. i think maybe he would get a bit embarrassed, but nothing much. not blushing or anything like that, maybe a little proud lmao. he was in the practice room in the middle of practicing cherry bomb for one of his upcoming performances. you watched how he danced and you loved it so much. as soon as he was done you run up to his sweaty figure and hugged him. he doesn’t really like skinship with others in public but he let this one go. “what are you doing here?” he asked and looked down at you. the truth was that you were nearby and just wanted to stop by. “just wanted to do this.” you said and smacked him on his ass super fast and then a kiss on the cheek almost as fast as that. and the you ran out of there like there was no tomorrow.

he immediately ran after you, “you’re gonna get it!” he said, laughing at how childish you two were.

his other members didn’t really mind, but their choreographer did. “hey! sicheng! come back!” he yelled after you two. “there’s no use.” mark said while tying his shoes.

haechan

had been driving you nuts all day, clinging to you like wax. only leaving you when you were in the bathroom. and even if you loved it when he was affectionate and sweet, it gets a bit to much right? so you were relieved when some of his members came over and he immediately stopped clinging to you. he tried to do it when they weren’t watching but they sure as hell weren’t blind. they knew he wanted to hang with you and not with them, so just as they stood up from the couch they heard a loud smack from upstairs and a loud voice followed.

“you little child, you don’t get to call me clingy! you are the clingy one!” you said as you spanked him like a child. “____! stooop.” he whined.

the door opened and you two froze as for curious eyes peeked in. what they saw were you standing face to face your hands on his butt and his face almost in your boobs. “yeez, we just wanted to tell you that we’re leaving.” he said. “finally.” haechan sighed and went to follow them to the front door. and when he came back he almost tackled you on the bed and stated tickling you. (no dirty stuff y’all)

ps: i didn’t proof-read this

leave requests for reactions, it’s fun to write:)

[tonystarkbingo]

Week 16 Roundup!  We have a LOT of awesome stuff this week, due in part to our monthly Discord party!  Keep reading to see what our participants created!  (A few Endgame spoilers as well, proceed with caution)

Title: Not as Expected Collaborator: Magi_Silverwolf Link: AO3 Square Filled: T1 - Sam Wilson / Falcon Ship: none Rating: Teen Major Tags: major character death, not Team Cap friendly, consequences Summary: For some reason, Sam Wilson didn't expect to be arrested for his crimes. Even if the thought had occurred to him, he expected that the excuse of helping Captain America would be enough to get him out of any trouble. This wasn't what he expected. Word Count: 1205

Title: Late Night at the Stark Residence Collaborator: newnewyorker93 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - dark Ship: Pepperony, Tony & Morgan Rating: Gen Major Tags: Endgame spoilers, fluff, light angst Summary: A snapshot look at one night in the life of the Stark-Potts family during the "Five Years Later" time jump in Endgame, featuring Morgan sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night and lots of soft dad Tony Stark. Word Count: 3500

Title: Can't Stop Us RoboDads -  Chapter 7: I'm Always Gonna Be Here For You Collaborators: rebelmeg, summerpipedream Link: AO3 Square Filled for summerpipedream: A1 - image of JARVIS Ship: MIT Bros Rating: Teen Major Tags: MIT era, bot children, fluff, mild angst Summary: JARVIS is born, Afghanistan happens, and Rhodey reminds Tony of what he needs to hear. Word Count: 1639

Title: Indenture Collaborators: 27dragons, tisfan Link: AO3 Square Filled for tisfan: K5 - Kink: Virgin   Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content, gladiators, master & servant Summary: See the galaxy on a two year work-contract. Well, Tony Stark figures, can’t be worse than home. When he ends up on Sakaar, in the hands of a gladiatorial team, it might be his mechanical skills they’re interested in… or it might be his virginity. Word Count: 14,588

Title: Red Dust Collaborator: HogwartsToAlexandria Link: AO3 Square Filled: S3 - shared trauma Ship: IronStrange Rating: Teen Major Tags: Supreme family, angst, trauma, panic attacks, emotional hurt/comfort, nightmares Summary: Even as he knows the Snap’s been reversed, that his son is safe and sound in his very own bed and his husband is lying right next to him, Tony can’t seem to make himself let go - every night brings him right back to this one day he’ll never be able to forget, none of them will. Word Count: 803

Title: The Most Powerful (Pillowfight) Collaborator: wakandan_wardog Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2 - A Battle / Fight / Confrontation Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: not Endgame compliant, team as family, fluff Summary: In which Carol and Tony (aggressively) support each other and then do battle (with pillows) for their honor. Or each other's honor? It's unclear, things got out of control. (James Rhodes loves these idiots way too much.) Word Count: 1905

Title: Enjoy the Ride Collaborator: mortenavida Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - free square Ship: Bruce/Clint/Bucky/Steve/Natasha/Tony/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags: Soulmate AU, non-traditional A/B/O Summary: Alphas are born with a smudge of "ink" on them that will, as they age, form into their soulmates name. Betas are free of marks. Omegas are born with symbols that represent their Alpha. Much to Howard's displeasure, Tony Stark was born with not one, but six solid symbols across his skin. Tony grew up being told that Howard had tattooed them on his skin so no one could take advantage of it. It takes a weekend to realize how very, very wrong that was. Word Count: 2294

Title: When You Fall Collaborator: AoifeLaufeyson Link: AO3 Square Filled: S1 - KINK: BDSM Ship: Stony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content, BDSM, bad BDSM etiquette, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending Summary: Steve makes a mistake and he and Tony have a way to go before they recover from it. Characters, relationships, and tags will updated as the story moves along. See end for more spoilery notes. Word Count: 3372

Title: Professional Relationship Collaborator: katling Link: AO3 Square Filled: A4 - Picture from the comics of Tony Stark and Janet Van Dyne kissing Ship: Tony/Janet Rating: Teen Major Tags: not Steve friendly, conglomeration of Marvel universes, Team Tony Summary: Steve catches up on the latest news from the New Avengers and he doesn't like what he sees. Word Count: 1141

Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K3 - Old Team Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: retired Avengers, moodboard Summary: Years after the Avengers retired, handin’ off their mantles to a newer set of young heroes; our favourite OG6 decide t'take a trip. They’ve all moved on since then, have their own families, own homes, are livin’ a happy retirement. But every year on the same date, they all get together an’ take a trip to a new place! What better way t'see the world they all helped save than travel. Everyone is happy an’ nobody dies! :‘V

Title: But(t)… But(t)… But(t)… Collaborator: katling Link: AO3 Square Filled: T5 - identity porn Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: secret identity, not Team Cap friendly, not Steve friendly Summary: No one knows who Iron Man is, other than the bodyguard of the Avengers' main benefactor, Tony Stark. Bucky figures out the secret but not quite in the way you might think. Word Count: 1984

Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S3 - royalty Ship: WinterIron Rating: none Major Tags: moodboard Summary: After King Howard an’ Queen Maria’s sudden death, Tony is forced to become King. Obadiah Stane, the Hand of the King tries his best to counsel King Stark an’ keep him safe; yet he seems to have disaster after disaster. After an’ attempt on Tony’s life that was nearly successful, High Knight James Rhodes, the Commander of the Army, sends a letter searchin’ for aide. Knight Bucky is sent to help an’ is placed as the King’s bodyguard. Obadiah continues to try an’ kill the King, but with his new guard, it is harder an’ harder. Decidin’ to get rid of Bucky first, he sets out for his plan. Durin’ the ambush, Bucky discovers that it’s Obie commitin’ treason against the King, but ends up bein’ beaten, losin’ his arm in the process. Thinkin’ Bucky dead, Obie heads back to the kingdom. However, miraculously, Bucky doesn’t die. Rhodey finds him while out on patrol, an’ Obie’s evil schemes are foiled. They apprehend Obie an’ King Stark commands he be killed for his crimes.Bucky survives, an’ Tony builds him an arm. He was always a mechanic, never wanted to be King, but he was also a skilled alchemist. Everyone is amazed. Tony & Bucky live happily ever after. Goodbye 😂

Collaborator: strangemischief Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S2 - Shared Trauma Ship: IronStrange Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard, grief/mourning Summary: Supreme Family Infinity War moodboard

Title: Some Like it Hot Collaborator: 27dragons Link: AO3 Square Filled: A5 - KINK: wax play Ship: WinterIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: light BSDM, mild sexual content Summary: Bucky doesn’t like the cold, but that’s okay. Tony likes making things hot for him instead. Word Count: 1483

Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T4 - De-Aged!Tony Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: art, de-aged Tony Summary: “Aw, look Buck, he still likes you even when he’s small!”  “Ya better fix this, Steve.” — In which Bucky is angry that his boyfriend got de-aged an’ Steve makes fun’ve ‘im for it like a good bro 😂

Title: Rest Easy Collaborator: ethereal-lullabies Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S2 - Afterlife - Ascension Ship: IronPanther Rating: Teen Major Tags: Character death, Avengers Endgame pictures used Summary: After a long life together filled with a happy marriage and many children, Tony and T’Challa pass away together in their sleep.

Title: The Pursuit of Pleasure Collaborator: buying_the_space_farm Link: AO3 Square Filled: K4 - hedonism Ship: FrostIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: pre-IM1, magic Summary: Tony just wants to know who the stranger that he keeps noticing is. Word Count: 1736

Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T5 - Arena Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: AU: Bucky goes missin’ durin’ a mission gone wrong, everyone assumes he’s dead, but Steve looks for him for a year until his higher ups make him stop. Devistated that his brother is actually gone, he goes hard into his work, where he meets Tony Stark, a skilled mechanic & inventor, & fellow agent. They don’t get along well, but they work well together. 5 years later, Steve & Tony get paired up for a mission, they end up gettin’ kidnapped by a strange evil orginization. Taken to a remote place in the desert, where an honest to god colleseum is set up, they’re told they hafta fight for their freedom; that they must defeat their champion. This orginization mostly jus’ wanted them dead, but wanted to give agood show to their followers. They had no doubts that their genetically enhanced champion would win. They’ve experimented on him countless times to make him the best, after all. Dressed up in medieval garb an’ handed swords an’ weaponry, they’re shoved through the gates into the ring. They start to fight, but everythin’ changes when they discover that their champion is actually Bucky.

Title: You Need to Put Those Back Collaborator: singingwithoutwords Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - AU: angels/demons Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Teen Major Tags: supernatural elements Summary: Tony finds a couple spooky silver chalices in a cabin and, like the dumb white boy he is, decides they're his new favorite wineglasses. It goes about how you'd expect, but not nearly as bad as it could have. Word Count: 1917

Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A4 - [Picture] Tony in Captain America uniform, from comics. Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: Cap!Tony art

Title: Now and Later Collaborator: MadStarker Square: K1 - Kink - Rushed Sex Rating: Explicit Pairing: Tony Stark / Peter Parker Warnings: First Time, Love Confessions, Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Spoilers, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Porn with Feelings, Anal Sex, Armor Kink, Blow Jobs, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk, Barebacking Summary: Tony's so relieved to have Peter back that he just takes him right there on the battlefield behind a pile of junk Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18917116

Title: the dreamland, amber and gold Collaborator: deathsweetqueen Link: AO3 Square Filled: T3 -  tony in workshop Ship: ThunderIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: sexual content, Asgardian Tony, Thor AU Summary: “Anthony?” Anthony looks up from the sword he was cleaning painstakingly. “What?” he demands. Thor stands in the doorway to his forge, hip cocked outwards, cape red as blood glinting in the low light, as his large arms fold across his chest, running a thumb over his lower lip. His eyes pass over Anthony’s bare chest, dark beneath his pale eyelashes. Anthony bites back a sigh; he gives the sword a mournful look – it is very unlikely that he will be able to return to his work that night. “I have missed you, my love.” Word Count: 9524

Title: The Great Body Shop Collaborator: JacarandaBanyan Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2 - Worst case scenario Ship: Tony & JARVIS, WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Tony angst, JARVIS gets a body Summary: Tony asks Jarvis what he wants for his birthday, and for once Jarvis asks something of Tony that Tony isn't sure he should give. Word Count: 2025

Title: You're Making the Typical Me Break My Typical Rules - Chapter One Collaborator: martianwahtney Link: AO3 Square Filled: R1 - Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier Ship: WinterIronHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fem!Tony, Clint is an asshole, soulmates, no powers AU Summary: Toni Stark knew she and James Barnes were soulmates the moment she saw him. The electric blue lines of the arc reactor seemed to glow against his skin, just like hers did. But she kept her mouth shut and she made him a new arm and even engraved his old soulmarks onto his new metal arm.  James Barnes knew he and Toni were soulmates nearly a year after they met. She’d been neck deep in one of her car engines and it was impossible to miss the red star on her arm- his star on her arm.  Clint Barton knew he, Toni Stark, and James Barnes were soulmates the second Toni had flipped over her arm to show him a purple arrow that stretched from the crease of her elbow to the palm of her hand. The same arrow he had been born with.  Alternatively, where Toni tries until she doesn’t, where James keeps his distance until he doesn’t, and Clint won’t let himself fall until he does. Word Count: 5997