#he also tries to help with bringing the groceries inside 😭

[sybilazu]

When I’m sad, I like to remember that one time where I was helping my mom put sheets back on her bed and our dog, who to this day still acts like a pretty pretty princess that can’t be bothered with peasant work, stared curiously for a moment and then climbed up on the bed and then jumped onto the corners of the sheet like he was trying to help too.

We both just stood there like:

[mingoooossii]

ATEEZ as tiny pocket persons.

warnings: none.

A/n: i had to get this off my system. i was dying imagining this yo.Well, hope u enjoy reading this nonetheless.

Ateez masterlist.

Hongjoong.

• he's quiet and reserved when he's in public.

• sometimes you even forget he's there cuz he's so quiet.

• he just be chilling.

• though once you're indoors, he gets goofy.

• you always tease him about it and he gets so red everytime.

• he has THE cutest smile EVER.

• he's so so so precious when he smiles that you'll do the most stupid shit just so u can see him smile.

• this is rare but at times he rambles about stuff that he's been interested in lately.

• and you love it when he does that. It's just so nice seeing him excited about something.

Seonghwa.

• calm and sweet.

• you know how u have like an angel and a devil on your shoulders?

• he's the angel (though his devil side shows itself once in a while 😇)

• he acts like your personal to do list like 'oh you forgot something for your grocery?' Well worry not, he has it all memorised.

• comforts you when u have a bad day.

• one time you bought him one of those mini lego sets and now, he bugs you to buy one every time a new one drops.

• and you do, every single time cuz you love him :) (and u love seeing him get so happy everytime u do)

Yunho.

• a little ball of sunshine.

• he always just peeks out from your pocket, greeting and waving at random people.

• he just emits positive energy.

• you cannot help but smile whenever he's around.

• he loves going outside to explore and try new things.

• though his favourite activity has to be when he games with you.

• he giggles whenever he wins a match.

• so at times you purposely let him win so you could hear his cute giggle.

Yeosang.

• he's a shy one and so CUTE😭

• no seriously you're always gushing over him cuz he's so cute and he gets so shy.

• literally the cutest sight ever.

• he's sweet and always helps you with stuff (though beware he can get quite fussy at times.)

• he love love LOVES it when you buy him little trinkets.

• his favourite is a little doberman keychain thingy that you won for him at a claw machine.

• shows it off every chance he gets.

• he's adorable.

San.

• he's like a cat.

• he acts more like a cat than an actual cat.

• he's always around you.

• if he's not in your pocket then he's on your hand, your shoulder or just anywhere near you.

• also loud.

• he gets loud and giggly when he's happy which is, all the time.

• so if it's a little too quiet around you, then you know something's wrong.

• he's pouty when he's upset. He gets even more clingy, if that's possible.

• also possessive.

• death glares anyone who tries to be a lil too close to you.

• but it's okay, he calms down after you pat his head a little. Que a smiley San!

Mingi.

• he's a clumsy one.

• one time he almost fell out of your pocket because he couldn't sit still.

• infinite energy.

• he's always dancing and singing or just jumping around when he's happy.

• you can't go outside without him drawing people's attention :)

• so you bought him one of those small squishy plushies and he LOVES it.

• he moves around a lot less now as he's always hugging the plushie.

• brings it with him literally everywhere he goes cuz "you bought it for me!" he says.

Wooyoung.

• loud and giggly.

• extra emphasis on loud because seriously, the house is never quiet.

• he's always giggling or just rambling about random stuff.

• what a cutie.

• possessive pt.2

• he's very VERY possessive.

• one time bro almost bit someone's finger cuz they accidentally touched you 😭

• chaotic.

• do NOT leave him alone with San or Mingi.

• he will wreck havoc.

• he also LOVES affection. He'll be hugging you the moment he gets a chance.

• also quite sassy.

• he WILL sass you if u were to do something stupid but it's okay, he still loves you.

Jongho.

• another quiet one.

• he's acts tough and quiet when you're out in public but gets giggly once you're inside.

• he tells you about random things he learnt or something he finds fascinating.

• and it is pretty interesting.

• a prankster.

• he pranks you at times and laughs his ass off cuz u fall for it every. single. time!

• also a good listener.

• he always knows when you're having a bad day and listens to ur vents.

• If you don't wanna talk abt it, that's fine too. He has great advice.

• he's not too prone to affection but he'll hug you once in a while when u least expect it.

• he's too cute 😞

[lamnwar]

Hey me again, lmao

Could you do Kiyoshi + Gom as husbands, If so thank youuu xxxx

Hi there, love! 💕 love love love this request!! I spend all my time daydreaming abt being married to these boys LMAO it's embarassing 😭 alsooo ik I took long before getting to your request but I wanted to finish all the big os requests first before working on hcs bc it's more heafty so sorry for my shitty habit of taking too long for simple stuff :((

HAPPILY EVER AFTER // KNB Headcanons

Context: what I imagine married life to be with these characters. 🥰

Pairing: GOM + Kiyoshi x gn! Reader (gender not specified)

Warnings: mainly fluff and crack, can get a bit suggestive in Aomine's (of course it's always him 😭) so mdni!

AKASHI

Rich, handsome and a gentleman!!! Literally the Holy Grail of husbands

The kind to spoil his pretty spouse out of love

Takes you out on a date at some fancy restaurant at least once a week

He's also very independent!! Now, I think he's the kind to hire people to help around the house but that doesn't stop him from doing chores

He'll always help you doing stuff for the house if you need

He has amazing taste!! Take him furniture shopping and you'll end up with on of those houses you see in AD

Brings up the subject of you dropping your work so you can stay home while he's the breadwinner

He's a bit traditional in that sense because he really doesn't want you to work if it's unecessary, you know?

I mean he's crazy rich so does that even make sense to make you work?? (Unless you absolutely want to)

Wakes you up every morning with a kiss!

He always had the proudest smile when he introduces you to people as his spouse <3

MIDORIMA

TREATS YOU LIKE A ROYAL OMG

This man takes marriage very seriously, listen

He most likely did a deep analysis of your birthchart before deciding that you are the right one for him

Naturally, as your husband, he gotta get you your lucky item of the day everyday

You don't even believe in that stuff but it's his love language, I guess

Not much one to go on dates unless you want to, then he'll be up for it

He's more one to enjoy time with you at home

Something like having a nice diner and cuddling while you read

The kind to love going grocery shopping with you

Every once in a while, he'll buy a fancy bottle of wine just to share it with you

A very supportive husband!! Every project you have in mind, he's already done the research to find the most efficient way for you to accomplish your plans

Not a PDA guy but he'll happily hold your hand when you're at gatherings together

May not be very vocal about his love for you but you better believe that he talks proudly of his spouse to every one he knows

KISE

He is OBSESSED with you

Man never left the honeymoon phase, he's so crazy about you

Takes you to his fancy modelling events and shows you off to every one he meets

He also buys you lots of clothes and acessories

Dare you say something is cute, he's already inside the shop buying it for you

Tries his best as chores but it's not really his thing

Will help as much as he can, though!

Breakfast in bed kind of guy hihi

And it happens a lot because let's be real, that man isn't the kind to let you sleep at night

Like I said earlier, he's never left the honeymoon phase so... yeah

Wants to be the kind of husband that gives you his credit card and tell you to do what you want with it but you have to decline

It's ok though, he'll fine plenty of other ways to spoil you

You have that cute habit every week of taking baths together

The kind to miss a day of work to take care of you when you're sick!

AOMINE

Daiki never thought he'd ever get married, but then he met you

Not the best at being a husband but he really tries!

Like he makes an effort of not being too lazy and messy

Leaves the chores to you mainly, but will give a hand

Like if you're cleaning around and need to put stuff on the top shelf, he'll do it for you

Not the best cook so he lets you make food while he does the dishes

I'm trying to delay the obvious but that man never stops being horny for you

Literally sits and daydream of fucking you on every surface of your home

Gets so riled up at the sight of that ring on your finger, he can't believe your all his

The kind to follow you everywhere you go, even if it's for some stupid errand

Takes you out to the beach or for a picnic as soon as the sun is shining outside

Buys you clothes he thinks you'd look good in and surprisingly, he's got amazing taste

Loves when you refer to him as "husband" in conversation!!

MURASAKIBARA

So casual about being married, most likely because to him that doesn't change a thing about the way he feels about you

Likes that now he gets to have you with him all the time

Cooks for you! Buys you snacks! Takes you out on restaurant dates!

Sharing is caring so he only ever shares his snack with you

I can see him being into matching outfits (if you can find any that fits both him and you)

A bit lazy so he doesn't help around that much unless you tell him to

And even that, he'd do some chores before getting distracted

But listen, it's ok though because he makes up for it in over ways

He's very caring, only because you're his spouse

Cuddles in bed, at all time! He just feels clingy sometimes

He smiles softly when he plays with your hand and sees the ring on your finger

He likes to sit you on his lap often

Basically being a husband doesn't differ much from how he was as a boyfriend

Very casual about calling you his spouse all the time, even in front of others

KIYOSHI

Kiyoshi Teppei was born to be a husband!!

Because he grew up with his grandparents, he's got the habit of taking care of a household and the people living in it

So he naturally took in most of the chores and he's good at it!

Doesn't want you to get tired either so he'll do most things

Pays attention to all the little things so you're always comfortable

He also likes going for a run/the gym with you and he's so encouraging!

Has the stupidiest smile on his face everytime he looks at you

He holds his grandparents as a reference so he really hopes you'll both grow old together, still madly in love

Don't get that man started on building a family, he just gets too excited at the idea of being a parent!

He'd be a great one too, but the final decision is up to you. Either way, he's just happy being with you.

I don't know what else to say because he's just made to be a husband, yk?

Yeah, probably the best person to marry <3 (I'm very biased)

[bewiiitched]

Sex doll (chapter six)

⟩ Worst!Logan x mutant!reader

Author's note: I'm triying not to write smut in every chapter but is so hard when this man is so damn hot, ugh, old Logan has me diying. 😭

Also, let me know if you want me to tag you! <3

WARNINGS: +18, MDI, teasing, everyone ships them together, oral sex (m reciving), unprotected sex, creampie, P in V, Dom!worst!Logan, mentions of PTSD, nightmares, angst, dirty talk, age gap ( reader is mid 20's )

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In the days leading up to the dinner party Wade was hosting, it had become a regular occurrence for Logan to stop by the bar where she worked, waiting for her to close and walking her back home, and while she hadn’t asked, she knew Wade must be pestering him about it.

So it’s on one of her days off, when she’d done the favor of picking up a couple of items for the blind AI from the grocery store, that she decides to go up and knock on the door. Hearing footsteps on the other side, the mercenary’s presence greets her, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Peanut is not at home,” He says, pretending to be a worried mother and you can see his index finger moving back and forth. “Tsk, tsk, there’s a curfew in this house, he is being irresponsible, young lady.”

She groans as she pushes him aside, forcing her way in and looks at him raising an eyebrow at Vanessa sitting on the couch. They both smile at each other and she leaves the paper bag on the counter as she walks over to hug her, she can hear him snort in the background. “Sweetheart, your favoritism is showing.”

“Oh no no, keep taking the grumpy handsome, there are already too many of us in here and he can get away from this idiot.” She hears AI shout from somewhere in the house and wonders how recently Wade had upset her to earn that response, she also hears the mercenary gasp, and sees him bring his hand to his chest.

“She loves me, the lack of cocaine has her annoyed.”

She rolls her eyes and sighs, touching Vanessa’s shoulder in a loving gesture before walking away and finding the older woman to give her the bag. But as she leaves the room, the mercenary figure stops her and grabs her arm with a dirty look.

“There are no secrets between girls, right? Am I going to have to organize a sleepover for you to give me details?” He asks, wiggling his nonexistent eyebrows and she brings a hand to the bridge of her nose.

“Has he not stabbed you recently?” she asks, seeing his smile widen and hearing the humming that follows.

“I think it’s more accurate that he has stabbed you with something else recently, but hey, I’m not judging.” He gasps when her foot connects directly with his stomach, and she pats his shoulder lightly before walking away, a fake smile tugging at her lips.

“See you at dinner.” She says goodbye and she can hear him mutter something like “bring him back” before closing the door behind her and going back to her apartment.

(...)

However, she ignores Wade’s words and Logan spends more time in her bed as the days pass, it has almost become a routine for the mutant to sleep in her bed even though they both spend the day apart with her working and the mutant spending time in the apartment above or at the bars. They end up in a silent agreement where she gives him a copy of the key to her apartment for those days when he feels like killing Wade, and at some point he tells her an anecdote about how he had ended up shutting him up and now the carpet in the apartment was reddish brown to the disgust of the old woman who had tried to clean it without success.

On the day of the dinner she had decided to change her day off, so she had spent the morning inside her apartment, and when the time comes she can’t help but be a little nervous.

She knocks, and it is Vanessa who greets her with a glass in her hand that she gives in, they both greet each other and her gaze scans the room, in the background she can see some of the X-men and it is an open secret that not only does she not have the best reputation, but her relationship with the group of mutants is far from politness. Her gaze catches Logan's, who is next to a brown-haired teenager and vaguely remembers the mercenary's words about how the original had fathered a daughter.

She makes no move to approach so as not to interrupt and her heart flutters as her gaze softens, somewhat touched by the sight of both of them. However, it does not last too long, since she feels a hand on her shoulder and only knows that it is him.

"See how cute? Wouldn't you like to be a stepmother?" He asks mockingly, and looks at him over her shoulder.

"Have you talked to her about having children yet?" she counters, removing her hand with an innocent smile and he hums, tilting his head.

"Nu-huh. I'd probably get addicted, you know, have 3 or 4 and with my luck they'd come out as blonde as Serena's hair,” He replies in a whisper, even though Vanessa is far from hearing them and a laugh escapes her. “Besides, what kind of hero would I be if I left a poor helpless old lady alone?”

“Mmm, I think it would be more of a relief.” she murmurs, and bows slightly at the elbow the mercenary gives him in the stomach with a gasp.

“Oops.” He says, hands rising in a placating gesture and when she looks up in irritation, she sees him surreptitiously pointing with his chin in the direction of where the mutant who has been sharing his nights for weeks is.

He is alone reclining on the same sofa, with a glass of alcohol in his hand. She reaches out and grabs his hand and Wade practically pushes her forward. “Wilson.”

She growls in a low whisper, and turns to pull away the hand that is resting on her back, a long pinch makes him jerk and he brings his injured arm to his chest.

“Are you going to play coy now? Use that dress for something.”

They both argue in whispers, and between struggles the glass of alcohol she was holding ends up falling on her black dress, soaking a large part of her abdomen.

“I'm going to kill you.” Her gaze travels to him with murderous intentions and Wade steps back almost looking guilty, approaching the table to grab some napkins as she rips them from his hand. She hears him mutter a response, but doesn't finish it when her foot hits his shin with the tip of her heel.

A snort escapes her lips and she dodges the mercenary's friends as she heads towards the bathroom, her nose wrinkling at the smell, and she throws the door open, hearing Vanessa's voice calling her in the background.

But she doesn't pay attention to her and closes it when she enters, turning on the faucet and lightly wetting the area, at least, trying to combat the smell and tries to dry it with a towel she takes out of the closet when she hear a knock on the door.

“Busy.”

She answers, with a hint of annoyance but the knocks insist and she finds herself throwing open the door, part of her was expecting Wade's girlfriend, but it's not her who is holding a navy blue dress.

“It's Vanessa's.” It's the only thing he says and his gaze is fixed on her face, still holding the towel and with her other hand on the door. His tall figure blocks the view of the room, and she sees him wrinkle his nose with a mocking smile pulling at the corners of his lips, but she looks at him with half-closed eyes as she snatches the dress that was hanging from his finger.

At this point she was beginning to believe that even Vanessa wanted to see them together.

“Hello to you too,” The mere thought made her turn around, leaving the new dress leaning against the sink. Not that she was going to waste the opportunity. “Well? Are you going to come in or...?”

She asks, reaching behind her back for the zipper that reached her back. Her gaze reaches him through the mirror, and she can't help but smile when she can see through the reflection how his gaze is on her exposed legs. He closes the door a little more abruptly than he should and their gazes meet, with a slight snort he realizes that he's been caught, but that doesn't stop him from grabbing her waist from behind, with his other hand traveling to the zipper and pulling it down in one movement.

It opens and the front part falls, although it sticks lightly to her wet abdomen, the only thing that stops the garment from falling to the floor is that it rests on her hips. Leaving her black bra exposed, his hand makes the move to go up and the contact makes her shudder.

Her breathing quickens, and she pulls his hand away to turn around, her hands traveling to either side of his face as she pulls him close and kisses him, despite spending most nights together, they don't have as much sex as Wade's perverted mind seems to think and she finds herself most nights waking the mutant from his nightmares or using her powers to calm him down. She herself used to be plagued by nightmares, so alcohol was her ally against them but lately their nights together had become more spaced out too much to her disappointment.

Her hand rests on the sink and her skin prickles as it comes into contact with the cold surface, his kisses travel to her neck and she throws her head back, feeling his other hand grip her breast. A wave of arousal runs through her and she can feel the wetness in her underwear, which doesn't go unnoticed by the mutant, she sees him raise his head, but she stops herself when she sees his attention is elsewhere, and he looks over his shoulder at the door, seconds before a knock interrupts.

Logan curses under his breath as he lets go, and her gaze travels to his pants, noticing the erection that is squeezing them. But she quickly moves away, and he watches her struggle to put on the new dress that resists sticking to her damp skin, so he puts his hands on either side of the garment and pulls it up to her breasts.

The knocks insist, and when he opens the door he sees Peter's gaze travel between them with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. From a distance Logan recognizes the TVA woman who almost returned him to his dimension, and neither of them say anything when they pass by, but he sees out of the corner of his eye how she smiles apologetically before moving away from the hallway.

The wet dress is still in her hand, and as the hours pass he notices how Logan loses some of his interest in staying after Laura leaves the dinner with Yukio. He can see Wade and Vanessa talking in a corner while the rest seem to be starting conversations on their own and it is he who reaches for her hand to get her attention.

“Shall we go?” She asks beforehand, and hears the mutant sigh. They both leave without saying goodbye, after all tomorrow she would have to go back up to return the dress to the brunette, and the arrival at her apartment is silent until they both enter.

She is faster because she has been waiting for the moment since she saw the bulge in his pants and she doesn’t waste any time in pushing him towards the couch and getting on top of him.

“I almost felt bad, mine can be hidden at least.” She murmurs, and hears him grunt, seeing him roll his eyes while wrinkling his nose. Well, not completely hidden.

She sees him tense in anticipation as she gets off his lap and kneels in front of him, it’s instinctive but his hand has already wrapped itself in her hair as she works to get rid of the belt and everything in between his naked erection. She hears him swallow as her tongue brushes the tip and her hand wraps around the base, while her tongue goes up and down his cock, teasing him but he doesn't complain and instead his head is resting on the couch, looking at her with half-closed eyes.

She sort of takes pity on him, and takes his cock into her mouth, the heat and wetness are welcomed as she feels his grip on her hair tighten, and she sucks lightly. It doesn't take long for her to feel the wetness dampening her panties again and rubbing her thighs in an involuntary gesture, it doesn't help to remember how his fingers felt inside her last time but it doesn't stop her.

She keeps a slow pace, mainly focusing on the tip as she pulls him out of her mouth with small kisses and licks, sometimes running her tongue around it until she puts it back in. She can tell it's not enough, because when she looks up she sees him clenching his jaw.

The sight would make her smile if her mouth weren't occupied and soon the situation turns into a kind of competition as her whole intention is to listen to him beyond the sound of his labored breathing.

Her fingers squeeze his balls and she slides his cock in until the tip touches the back of her throat, her movements becoming messier and it feels almost like a victory when she hears him make a sound.

“Fuck.” He moans, trying to keep his attention on her gaze, the glint in her eyes making something twist at the longing in them, his head spinning at the thought of her asking for his approval, and his hand travels to her cheek, thumb brushing against her cheekbone when he sees her bend down again, hollowing her cheeks with tears in the corners of her eyes.

His breath hitches as she sucks and the hand holding her hair moves away to dig his fingers into the couch, his throbbing cock just an incentive for her, and they both know he's close, with her attention focusing on his tip, she closes her lips over it, her tongue pressing in as her hand cupped his base up and down and interspersing with her mouth, trying to bring him over the edge.

The smell of her arousal didn't help him hold back, wanting to enjoy her touch more and watching her spit on her hand, fingers closing over his cock and her lips wrapping around the tip until she goes down again, he hears her hum as she tastes the precum and her lips are relentless as she goes back up. He opens his mouth to warn her, but her eyes find his and her lust-laden gaze makes him growl, a lascivious smile before his tip brushes her throat and he spills out, his hips pushing lightly against her face as he feels her swallow.

He straightens up slightly, still feeling her tongue flick before she pulls away and her tongue runs over her cum and saliva stained lips. Sitting up, she sits on his lap with her legs on either side of his, and the sudden weight makes his eyes open, his brown orbs shining with pure desire.

It’s a few minutes before he recovers and his breathing becomes more stable, where she’s leaning against his chest leaving a trail of lazy kisses and her hand wrapped around his member, feeling it harden without a warning sound. His hands travel up her dress and pull it up to her abdomen, his mouth searching for her ear as his other hand rests on her lower back, pulling her closer to him.

“It’s not easy when your scent has been present all damn dinner,” he growls, and although Logan is always ready for foreplay, the way she grinds her hips against him lets him know that his fingers are not what she wants.

“Can you blame me?” she gasps, and she can feel him pull her hand away to grab his own erection, the other hooking under her leg to lift her hips, and his tip lines up against her entrance, rubbing against her arousal. “Do you think I didn’t notice the way you looked at me in the bathroom?”

She moans, watching him roll his eyes, but he doesn’t deny it and begins to thrust in, her teeth catching his bottom lip at the stretch and the feeling of fullness has her digging her fingers into his shoulders. “F-Fuck, you’re so big. What were you thinking earlier, mm? Bending me over the sink and lifting up my dress?”

The look in his eyes tells her she’s not far off the mark but the snap of his hips steals her speech as he begins to thrust into her and she hovers over him, moaning against his ear as he fills her, pushing in against her walls that threaten to trap him.

His hands go to her hips, holding her in place but she’s relentless in her attempts to tease him and he somehow finds it amusing how her drunk self is quieter than when she’s sober.

“Why? Is that what you were thinking while you had my cock in your mouth?” he asks, his voice husky, and the way her walls clench makes his rhythm become more disordered. The rawness of his words makes a wave of arousal run through her, and her nails dig into his shoulders.

“So fucking good.” She moans, and her mouth finds his because she'll have time to tease him later. His face buries itself in her neck when they part and she feels the tingle of her power on her fingers but she holds it back. “I'm close.”

It's all she says as she moves her hips to his rhythm, her walls contracting with the impending orgasm and his teeth nibbling at her neck as his rhythm becomes rougher, his hands returning to her hips and pulling her back a little, finding another angle that makes her tremble on him, her legs jumping up and down a little as they begin to ache.

“Cum for me.” His tone keeps her spinning, and the demand makes something in her break, the tug in her abdomen drawing out a long moan as she lets herself fall onto his chest and he leans back, still pounding into her core seeking his own release. “Fuck, that little pussy of yours feels so damn good.”

Curses, a thin layer of sweat covering him as his erection throbs and becomes erratic, he slides his fingers up her thighs as he empties himself inside her, seemingly never ending, and she gasps at the warm feeling inside her, spasms still shaking her slightly.

His grip on her is tight, and her head rests against his chest. “You know, you could stay as long as you want…”

She murmurs, and Logan can tell the effects of the orgasm are affecting by her sleepy tone. So he takes it as a sign to sit up and pulls out of her, pulling up his pants, hearing her disappointed moan as he picks her up, and lets her wrap her legs around his hips as she wraps her arms around his neck.

“I don’t want to bother you.” He answers, and his tone has returned to its seriousness so despite her tiredness, she looks up at him, the wariness in his gaze catching her by surprise, frowning when she sees him look away, his sudden change having her confused and worried in equal parts.

She rolls off of him abruptly, causing him to lean forward as he thinks she’s going to fall, but her feet land on the floor with a thud, and she stops him from going into the bedroom with a hand on his chest.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” there’s a pleading tone, and his gaze briefly rests on her before he sighs, the darkness of the hallway consuming them if it weren’t for the light in the living room. “Did I do something wrong?”

She insists, and she hears him growl, his jaw clenched with his lips drawn into a thin line. Part of him fears how quickly he’s grown accustomed to her company, how she clings to him at night and her warm body is the reminder of where he is when he wakes up in the middle of the night, with her and not in his nightmares.

“Is not safe-” he starts, but her gaze cuts him off, and he only knows that something has clicked in her head when she closes the distance and grabs his chin, her comforting gaze is not what he expected, not what he deserved.

She feels stupid for not realizing it sooner but part of her had brushed it off when they had shared the bed again days after Logan left after a nightmare that had made him leave in the middle of the night, when trying to wake him up like the other times had suddenly pulled him out of one that seemed especially torturous, but her mind was too preoccupied with watching him writhe and growl to notice that his claws were out, part of the sheets torn and when her hand rests on his cheek, his eyes snap open as he sits up, grabbing her forearm and bringing his other hand to her neck, claws brushing her skin.

She could barely open her mouth to speak when he jerked away as he realized the situation, her voice calling out to him as she got out of bed only to hear the apartment door slam shut.

The memory makes her shudder, but so does him trying to push her away, her thumb brushing his cheek in an almost intimate gesture.

“It was a one-time thing, Logan. Come to bed.” She murmurs, and she can see the guilt floating in his brown orbs, the reluctance of not wanting to hurt her prevents him from giving in, and he takes a step back. “Please, nothing will happen.”

And the confidence with which she says it has him on a tightrope, remembering the smell of her fear when his edge threatened her throat.

“You don't know.” he growls, sounding hurt with himself, and his frustration only grows at the thought of what could have happened if he had gone ahead.

“I’ll find another way to wake you up, I won’t touch you again. Remember? The other times I didn’t and you didn’t react that way,” she insists, and he knows her intentions are good but hearing her blame herself makes something in him twist, his gaze fixating on her when he sees her grab his wrist. “Sleep on the couch then, please.”

He swallows, sighing in resignation which she interprets as a victory and his gaze softens when he sees how her eyes light up, a slight nod in confirmation and he sees her move to go get something in the room.

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Taglist: @bontensbabygirl @twinky-wink

[iambilliejeanok]

Hiii I wanted to ask you if maybe you could please do any of the naruto dudes that u think would fit the topic of finding sh scars or even seeing it happen, I know it can be a difficult subject so it's okay if u don't wanna write it ♡💐

⚠️Trigger Warning-Self Harm⚠️

Warnings: 18+ ,self harm, a little sad and also uplifting? Mentions of blood

This is a personal topic for me 😭 it’s very personal. Too personal it’s got so much personality😩

Kakashi

Kakashi understands

He knows that talking about old scars can be really boring considering how many ignorant people have already asked, so he won’t comment or ask about the scars running across your arms.

It makes him feel quite sad that you had to go through whatever it is you went through to have gotten to a point like this. He sometimes has to stop and take a breathe to ease the heavy build up of sad emotions in his chest thinking about you and those scars.

He always wonders if he could of been there for you when you were going through this. He likes to make up stories in his head, scenarios of him being with you and helping you through all the tough emotions you’ve had to deal with.

You’ve noticed that while the two of you are cuddling, whether you’re just holding each other to chat and kiss or you’re watching a movie or showering together, he tends to linger on your scars, caressing and kissing them. At times you wonder if he even realizes that he’s kissing your arms and when you remember that you have scars there, you tear up, finally understanding why he always does this.

He wants you to know that he loves you and he loves every part of you. Including the parts that made these scars or ever feels like making them. He loves you.

Naruto

It was the middle of summer. The sun was out and it was hot indeed. You simply couldn’t bare to go another day with a long pair of pants again. And besides, you’ve been dying to show off all your cute summer outfits. The only thing holding you back were the scars you tried to cover up as much as possible. Fuck it. Today you’re wearing that tennis skirt you love but never wear. Fuck everyone and what they think about you.

Walking into the grocery store, you couldn’t help but notice everyone’s eyes on you. You could see eyes filled with disgust, some pity and some bewilderment. Your anxiety rapidly increased and you wanted nothing more than to turn around and run back home. Absolutely regretting putting on the stupid skirt today.

You feel yourself on the verge of a breakdown, panicking on the inside. You turn around and start speed walking home, your head bowed so you could only see the path you walked on. Not seeing where you were going you crashed right into Naruto. His arms wrapping around you to catch you so you didn’t fall. And that’s how he found out about your scars.

He held a certain loving and happy look in his eyes that was refreshing to see in your current mood.

“Y/n-chan. You’re okay”, he reassures you, your eyes tearing up at the realization that he’s aware of your headspace and what created it. He holds your hand firmly, walking and dragging you along, the direction toward to grocery store.

Following behind him, you look at him with uncertainty all over your face, staggering until he stopped and turned around to look at you.

You thought he’d be over your insecure self but he still held that loving look in his eyes. “It’s okay babe, let’s go together yeah?”, he says with that goofy grin on his face, and you know he’s looking out for you.

He does ask you about it once you two get home, casually bringing it up while he puts the grocery bags down.

“It happened long time ago. I cut myself to help cope with the depression”, you admitted, unable to look into his eyes, afraid of what you might see in them. To your surprise you feel his arms wrap around you from behind, planting a kiss on your cheek before resting his chin on your head.

“You’re so strong. I love you and I’m happy you’re mine”, he says. “It doesn’t matter what they think of you. They will think whatever they want over things they don’t understand. I saw how they looked at you, don’t let that get to you. Never change who you are for the world, it will change for you baby. And I’ll make sure that happens”, he finishes, turning you around to pick you up, rubbing your back as you cling to him.

Shikamaru

Shikamaru sees your fresh scars and he knows all about it.

He treats you extra special and soft, like you’re a delicate rose, feeling an urge to take care of you and protect you.

It absolutely kills him to think that you deal with terrible thoughts all by yourself. He wants to be with you when you get like that. He doesn’t like the thought of you being on your own.

He starts thinking about things like asking you to move in with him, and constantly wanting to spend time with you. He feels much closer to you after seeing your scars and wants nothing but to keep you safe in his arms.

When you’re cuddling he loves to lift up your shirt and start trailing kisses over the scars along your abdomen. He talks to you while he’s at it, and you always get emotional over the things he tells you.

“You’re so beautiful my precious Angel. You hear me, I love you. Please let me in when you’re feeling down, I don’t want you dealing with this on your own. You mean everything to me, you’re worth more than all the riches in the world. You matter so much to me, I can’t stand for you to be by yourself when you’re down. Please lean on me baby, I’ll be there to hold you and you can scream in my chest, or cry into my shoulder…”, he pours his heart out, emotional himself and he wraps his arms around you and holds you so tight, like you’ll disappear any minute now.

Itachi

Itachi makes you feel so comfortable. He sees all the nasty old scars decorating your body for the first time and he’s unbothered.

When you two are hanging out together he tends to trace his fingers along your bumpy cuts, you wonder if he does it on purpose or not.

He does however, understand why you’ve done this because he’s had many moments where he too would hurt himself in different ways from you. And he was so happy that he found someone who could truly understand his pain.

He feels like you two are soulmates, sent to be each other’s healers, he can’t believe how natural your relationship is and feels like he would rather celebrate your scars than overlook them, always caressing them and kissing them. A reminder that he isn’t alone spiritually too.

Shisui

He’s a cup half full kinda guy, but he’s still very mindful of your feelings when addressing your scars.

He asks you what happened and you tell him all about it.

As you talk more and more, he holds you tighter and tighter.

You tend to have nightmares about accidentally cutting yourself a little too deep and not knowing how to deal with the over flow of blood and you’ll whimper in your sleep, tears running down your face as you cry in your dreams, completely alone, no one to hear your desperate cries.

Shisui however, can hear you well enough, waking up to see if you’re okay. When he notices that you’re crying in your sleep, his heart melts and he gently wakes you up, wiping your tears and kissing your warm cheeks.

“Baby it’s alright, hey you’re fine baby, I’m here, you’re not alone, Shisui is here, I’ve got you,shhhhh”, and you start crying into his shoulder, overwhelmed by the fact that you’re not alone, Shisui held you tight and you were safe. There was nothing for you to be worried about.

He asks you about it in the morning and when you tell him all he can think about is that he was glad to be with you in such a vulnerable moment. He’s happy to protect you and be there for you when you’re at your lowest. He thinks you’re absolutely silly for apologizing for waking him up in the night and wants to crush anyone and everyone who scolded you for it.

He makes you feel like you’re perfect even with your scars, and empowers you to love them too. He always reminds you that it’s a sign of your bravery, that you went through what you went through and face it full on, even if it meant you needed to hurt yourself in the process.

He wonders if you have even the slightest clue of how much you inspire him. He loves you and he looks up to you.

[theunavenged]

Random baby/kid AKJ headcanons I was thinking about instead of debugging an issue at work:

Cathy was a really bad mom at first (as depicted in AK:G) because she was a young, scared, impoverished addict in an abusive relationship. Over time, however, she grows to be at least a caring mother.

One night when baby Jason, like every other baby in the world, is crying non-stop, Willis tells Cath if she doesn't shut that baby up then he will. So she crawls out of bed, grumbling to herself about her hangover, and makes her way to his crib. All they need right now is a child endangerment charge. She lights up a cigarette and leans over his crib, and he immediately stops crying. He smiles at her, and reaches for her, and from that moment on, she does her best as a mom, and Jason still loves her for it.

Notes:

I'm a Cathy Todd stan and can do what I want.

Willis is abusive in my Arkhamverse but not in his regular 'verse. See? He was an asshole but not an abusive asshole.

I actually like Willis being canonically abusive in AK:G because I like to think AK!Jason has a unholy trinity of terrible father figures: Willis, Bruce, and Joker.

For a time, Slade is... I guess maybe you could call it fatherly? He mostly just reminds Jason that he saved his ass from that pit and Jay owes him. But he also kind of watches out for him when Jay first arrives in Venezuela. I have lots of Slade & Jay headcanons for another day 🙃

More below the cut!

Kid Jason hates going home after school because Willis always finds a reason to be angry at him. So, of course, one place he visits is the public library until closing time. But he also meets his elderly neighbor one day in the lobby of their apartment building. He sees her struggling carrying her groceries inside so he offers to help her. From then on, he helps her out here and there whenever she needs it. Sometimes she even gives him a $5 bill, which he hides under his mattress with the rest of the money he's earned from helping her. He doesn't do it for the money but he certainly isn't going to turn it down when she offers.

Sadly, he starts going straight home again after school when he realizes that Willis just takes his anger out on his mom instead of him, and he'd rather suffer than see his mom cry 😭

Notes:

Jay canonically watched out for his neighborhood in AK:G so I'm sure this included helping out elderly ladies.

* * *

One night Willis is in a meth-induced rage and he kicks (literally) little Jay out of their apartment building onto the sidewalk in the middle of a Gotham winter without a coat. Jay makes his way toward his school, or maybe the church they went to once or twice when Cath was trying to detox, or the public library... but all those places are quite a hike away in heavy snow. He's so cold that he finds a spot in the back of a closed corner deli. The back door to the place is propped open and there's heat coming from the kitchen. He curls up between the door and the dumpster, trying to get warm enough to make it... somewhere. When one of the cooks finds him out there he tries to run but the cook, who looks like he could play in the NFL, catches him and brings him inside. The old Italian man who owns the place is delighted to have him there. He gives Jay plenty of hot chocolate and complains about the weather and how the neighborhood is going to shit and other old man stuff.

Jay goes back there after school ever so often, and eventually he starts working there (breaking child labor laws of course). This deli turns out to be a mob hangout, and that's how he meets some of the guys in Maroni's crew, and eventually the boss himself.

Notes:

When Cathy comes home and finds Jay missing and his coat on the floor she freaks. After screaming at Willis she goes searching for her baby boy. She eventually finds him, and he gets lots of hugs and kisses.

I don't know if this one actually works since there are probably lots of places nearby that are open 24 hours that he could go to, but I don't care 😉

* * *

When 10-year-old Jay finds Cathy dead from an overdose he calls 911 like a good boy. Willis freaks out when he finds out (the apartment is full of drugs and drug paraphernalia, and he cares more about his drugs than his family) He's in the hallway outside of their apartment bellowing at poor little Jay, who's already traumatized and in tears from losing his best friend/mom when the elderly neighbor hears the commotion. She comes out and yells, "Willis Todd you leave that baby alone!" (she yells this a lot), then she holds & comforts Jay until the police/paramedics get there ���

[papercupids]

heeseung’s hoodie

pairing -> jake x reader, heeseung x reader (slight) 

also featuring -> riki

genre -> crack, angst, slight fluff in the end!

summary -> our ex cheated on you, so you decide to go over to their house to cause some mishap, only to later on discover that your ex recently moved.

warnings -> a few curses, toilet papering someone’s house??

word count -> 1.1k

a/n -> this was inspired by one of @/screnwriter's prompts but i can't find it rn 😭 please let me know if you can find it 😭

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you sigh as you turn over in your bed, it was saturday and it was just 7:30 am, then why were you awake?

somehow all your laze and drowsiness had left you when you had the time to satisfy it. you tried to pull the comforter to your face, creating darkness, shutting your eyes close, everything but it wasn’t just happening.

so you groan and pull the blanket away from your body and let the slowly dominating sunlight take over your vision.

maybe completing some long delayed chores would help create some tiredness in you and you’ll be able to sleep.

so you begin slowly, getting out of bed, brushing your teeth, and making and eating breakfast; the new found no-rush effect in doing those chores relaxing to you, so you enjoy everything you do.

but when you open your wardrobe to take out a clean set of pyjamas, it’s a mess and it’s a bad mess. so you decide on it. today your task was cleaning the wardrobe, something you’ve been putting off for months.

so you shower and get into the pyjamas you, thankfully, found in the messed up pile of clothes.

some part of you though was still reluctant to clean it all up, maybe because it was a slight reminder, the very way it had been when heeseung would be here. every saturday in his pyjamas if he wasn’t already sleeping over, bringing take out and ice cream, and you’d spend the whole day with each other; either watching a movie, bingeing a drama or just reading different books together.

you shook your head as the memory threatens to take over you, no you couldn’t dwell in the past.

but if you minused that fights along the end, about how your relationship had ‘fizzled’ out, you both were great. it still sometimes kept you awake at night, what possible flaws had he seen in your relationship?

and that’s when you spot it, and you want to immediately get inside the blanket again and never remember that you ever tried to wake up.

heeseung’s hoodie.

something urged you to pick it up, to possibly hug it, to have the feeling, one last time, that you still have him around you.

and as you pick it up, and hug the piece of warm clothing, you can feel hot tears on your cheek.

this wasn’t your ideal saturday.

but something sinister and childish made its way into your brain, what if?

but you shook your head, y/n no.

but a part of your brain always wanted it, long since he treated your relationship as a hobby he grew out of.

so here you were digging into the pile of clothes to find a pair of jeans and your black sweatshirt. and you folded them in a neat way and kept it on your bed as you sorted through the rest of your clothes in no time.

soon after watching a movie, taking a nap, and ordering something for dinner, you visited the grocery story beneath your apartment which was, thankfully, almost closing.

you rush inside to find Riki there, a guy you had once helped in pranking the owner of this place, his employer into convincing that there was a spirit here and Riki would quit if he didn’t raise his salary, so clearly he owed you one.

and you found him mopping right in front of the soft drink refrigerator, and he nods at you as you approach him.

“what’s up?”

“uh, i need a favour,”

Riki gave you a questioning look but at last you ended up with almost 25 toilet paper rolls inside the backseat of your car.

now call that childish but you knew that you’d be truly satisfied once you’ve done this, and as you waved to riki, after rejecting the boy’s offer to help you, you feel like you’re back in high school, on your way to sabotage your principal’s home. 

-

Around an hour later you’re perched on a tree just beside Heeseung's house wondering why the hell you ever rejected Riki's help because it had been tiring to go through with your plan single handedly. And now you were in position waiting for at least some sign of life inside the house to notice this. 

But as you sit and look at a house you’ve been in almost hundreds of times, around and around with heeseung, you feel like something has changed. Maybe it’s the beige curtains, a colour heeseung hated. Or the posh new welcome mat on the porch that Heeseung's mum would have never thought of buying. It wasn’t just adding up. 

You try to get a closer look inside one of the windows near the door; just a little, you move yourself ahead on the flimsy branch, praying over and over that you don’t fall off it. 

And you spot someone that’s certainly not heeseung move through the window, presumingly pacing back and forth when you move your feet more, just a little more closer you convince yourself when your feet slips off of the branch and it makes you turn almost 180 degrees and then down, face to the grass. 

And you were thankful that the tree wasn’t much high up, and your bones were still intact. 

But to your horror, the main door opens and a blonde boy comes out. 

“Who-” and it takes him less than a second to spot the tissue rolls all over the house, deducing you as the culprit because you had two extra rolls still hooked on your arm. 

“What the fuck is this?” he shouts. 

And you brush yourself for possible dirt on your clothes and look at him, that’s not heeseung. 

“Who the fuck are you?” you shout back. 

“I can literally ask you the same, but why have you toilet papered my house?”

That’s not heeseung, oh my god. But then it dawns on you. A couple of weeks ago, on sunghoon’s instagram, he captioned it with a “I’ll miss you,”

It all pieced together. 

And you bunch up the toilet papers, “i’m so so sorry-”

“Jake,”

“I’m so sorry, jake, i thought you-” you hesitated in telling the stranger but then gave in. “my ex lived here before you and i just got this impromptu urge to mess things up for him, and i just didn’t realise he’d moved away.”

You grab the papers from the places you had just so feistily thrown across jake feels a pang of pity. 

“He was that bad, huh?” he reaches for another toilet paper in his sight, pulling it away. 

“He cheated, multiple times.”

“Oh, i’m, i’m sorry,”

“That’s okay,”

“Thankfully my parents aren’t home, or my mum would literally have fainted,”

“Thankfully,” you shudder at the thought. 

A bike pulls up outside the driveway and jake looks up at it, waving. 

“I ordered pizza,” he says matter of factly. 

And you look up at him, questioningly, you could see that delivery boy too. 

“What i meant," he puts his hands in the back pocket of his jeans, do you want to join me?”

Oh. 

“Oh, i mean, if you don’t mind,”