#idk maybe I’ll get around to it someday

[mr-snailman]

hmmm writing this down here so I don’t forget I guess

seeing stars and say yes were originally supposed to be one fic spanning seven years and obviously that didn’t happen because it turns out seven years is a long fucking time

but there’s one deleted scene from the time between that’s near and dear to my heart in which Chuckie was gonna be working on some trade school related homework to do with geometry (cause if you’re gonna build houses you do have to understand spatial relationships) and maybe it’s taking a while

and Will sits down beside him and looks over his shoulder and starts pointing out the answers— and this becomes their first real argument that we see. obviously it’s ripping off the organic chem scene with Skylar in the movie because I think it’s something we see over and over from Will, that it’s SO easy for him and he just doesn’t get how other people have to work so much harder at it— and he really does think he’s helping, is the thing

because for him it’s just oh let me do this in fifteen seconds so it’s done and we can spend some time together— almost like “oh don’t worry about it I’ll do the dishes” XD— because for him homework was only ever busywork

but for Chuckie, this is something he has to do himself, because he’s gotta learn this stuff, and it kinda feels like— what, you don’t think I can learn this? you think I’m too stupid to figure this out on my own? because I think for a long long time he’s been struggling with the idea that he’s not good enough for Will in the same way that little league and patriots games and Southie itself aren’t good enough, and that’s part of what lead to the California thing in the first place

and obviously he knows it’s all bullshit— because Will came back, because Will chose him, because he knows Will loves him and would never think he’s stupid just because he’s no Ramanujan, he KNOWS all this— but still. those insecurities are still there, and it stings

BUT they’re two grown ass people who love each other very much so they talk it out like adults instead of flying off the handle, and Will backs off a little so Chuckie can finish, and Chuckie gives him stuff to check and asks him for an explanation, NOT the answer, to a difficult problem, and when it’s all done Will finally gets Chuckie’s undivided attention XD

[aestheticallynotdeerlightful]

Human Bruce and JD I did for fun

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(Please do not use, trace, or repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me thank you <3)

I really haven’t drawn people in awhile so I thought I’d practice with the bros

[spidersunny]

i kinda should talk about bpd symptoms with a professional at some point so that i can adopt healthier thought patterns and not end up in a terrible headspace every time i am alone thinking for too long but also the thought of TALKING about SYMPTOMS with a PROFESSIONAL makes me want to blow up! i’ll get there though

[angiestown]

She also had songs in the end credits for birds of prey and tomb raider

[rninies]

✮ sleeping over - gojo satoru

synopsis: gojo satoru finally convinces you to stay over his place.

warnings: fluff, gn!reader, pouty gojo, reader loves teasing him — wc: 698

notes: new fic after idk how many days yipee hey people

satoru dislikes staying at home sometimes. it’s not about how fancy his house is or even how comfortable it is. no, it’s about not having you in the house. he loves your company a lot and is always so dependent on you. he loves hugging you, kissing you, touching you — satoru loves your presence so much that he feels like he can’t live without you (it’s such an exaggeration you say to him when he says that to you).

“y/n, baby, honey,” satoru whines. he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back down onto his lap as you are about to stand up. “are you going to stay over tonight?”

“…mm, maybe next time,” you reply, and satoru groans.

“you always say next time, though.” satoru pouts, resting his chin on your shoulder. “come on. just this once. we’ve been dating for four months now! it’s gotta happen someday.” the way he tightens his grip on your waist is a silent beg for you to stay. “please?”

you sigh, finally giving in. “okay, fine.” satoru gasps, happy. “but you will be taking care of dinner tonight.”

“okay!” satoru says in excitement. “what do you want? sushi? pizza? pasta? say anything and you’ll get it!”

you stifled a laugh. “hm, you can just make anything you want. i don’t mind.”

“okay. i’ll make us some kitsune udon.” satoru says. you nod in agreement.

satoru lets go of you, allowing you to move away from him. he takes the ingredients out and starts cooking. you silently admire satoru from the couch, looking at him cutting up the ingredients, boiling the water, and waiting for the udon to finish. as soon as he finishes, he sets the two bowls down on the table, clapping his hands in satisfaction.

“dinner’s ready!” satoru exclaims. you stand up, the smell of kitsune udon filling your nose. “mm, it smells amazing, toru!”

“of course it does.” satoru smugly says. “i’m the best cook after all. the best one you’ll ever meet in the entire world.”

“pft-” you giggled. “yeah, okay whatever you say, master chef satoru.” satoru frowns, not taking the insult (as he would call it) very well. however, instead of refuting you, he sits down at the left side of the table, far from you, and starts eating quietly. “why are you sitting so far away from me?”

“no reason why.” satoru shrugs, continuing to eat his udon. “why? you got a problem with that?”

you suppress the smile from forming on your face, knowing the reason behind this. “no. just wondering why.”

satoru frowns once more, upset at the lack of reaction. he stands up and sits next to you, slamming his bowl on the table, and spilling a little bit of the soup. “i can never get to you can i?”

“nope.” you say, popping the ‘p’. “you’re just too cute when you’re mad.”

“i hate you,” satoru mumbles. “i hate you with my every soul. i regret inviting you to stay over.”

“yeah, okay,” you say, finishing your udon. “wanna watch a movie after this?”

“yes.” satoru replies immediately. you both finish your meal, satoru immediately takes your bowl to wash it. “you can go pick the movie. if you pick the same barbie movie-”

“i am definitely watching barbie: princess charm school,” you say and rush to the couch. satoru chases after you and the both of you grab the remote, fighting over it. “hey-! come on, give me the remote, toru!”

“no way! i am not watching that movie for the tenth time this week and it’s only tuesday!” satoru says. “let me watch something i’ve been wanting to watch already! come on, let’s watch horror!”

“no way!” you exclaim, pulling the remote harder. “you know how much i hate horror! you’re the one who asked me to pick the movie for tonight so you better let me watch barbie!”

satoru pulls the remote back and it actually leaves your hand, making you lose your balance. you gasp, trying to catch your balance but you fail. satoru quickly catches you and the both of you fall on the couch. unsurprisingly, you fall on top of satoru, to which he is very happy about. “hey.” he says with a smile on his face.

“don’t say anything.” you frowned, though you were in a really comfortable position. “don’t move, actually. i’m really comfortable.”

“what?” satoru laughs. “at least let me be comfortable.” he holds you gently as he moves back to the couch. “there. and since i’m a nice host, i’ll let you watch barbie.”

“really? yeay!” your eyes sparkled happily. you grab the remote and play it. “just admit you like this movie. it’s a fun one!”

“yeah, sure.” satoru’s eyes are on you, watching the pretty smile on your face widen as the introduction to the movie starts. “i do like it.”

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[babiebom]

Sdv Age and Height Headcanons

A/N: hi! It’s officially my birthday(the 15th) and I am now 23 :((((( I didn’t know what to post because everything is in the works right now but I wanted to post something to celebrate in a way so here!! Only base game stardew characters so no ridgeside or expanded. I do count Rasmodius/Marlon/Gunther/Morris as base game even though they’re expanded upon in mods. If anyone has questions for me (personal or about my fics or whatever) feel free to request or ask!!

Tw: none other than a mention of death in Shane’s part.

Sdv Masterlist

Sebastian

We always have to start with the loml (it tries to autocorrect loml to mommy and lonely btw)

I think he’s about 23-26 I think he has a degree in IT but I’m not sure. He has to be able to have graduated or taken classes or something.

I think he’s 5’10 at the shortest and 6’2 maybe 6’2 1/2 at the tallest.

Idk just seems tall to me because he’s lowkey intimidating.

Sam

Him and Abigail are in the same age range. I think they were born in the same year.

This means he is about 22-25 and his birthday occurs right after summer break(maybe I should do birthday headcanons?)

I think he is a very tall boy(keep in mind that I am short af so what I mean by very tall depends)

So maybe he is 5’10 at the shortest like Seb and 6’3 at the tallest.

I think him and Seb can be interchangeable when it comes to height? Both of them however come behind Harvey and Elliott but not by a lot.

Shane

The shortest bachelor for sure

I think he is very short and stocky he gives me big strong dad energy like your dads not the tallest but man is strong af.

So maybe 5’5-5’8? I mean 5’8 isnt short at all really but keep in mind I’m saying this is the tallest he can be, and the height really does make some guys seem really short when in reality they arent( also my phone tried to add king every time I typed short so there’s that)

Among the older bachelors so about 31-35?

I feel like that’s enough time to go from playing football(sorry gridball) in high school, getting a scholarship to play in college, dropping out to take care of his goddaughter when his friends die and becoming depressed.

He just seems like a 30 something year old going through the trenches :(.

Harvey

I think the oldest out of the bachelors and bachelorettes. He has gone to med school and that is I think at least like 4 years then 8 years? Unless I’m wrong lmao

So I think he would be around 35-38

He’s an older man that has spent his life helping people it’s so cute

He is on the taller side. In my mind he gives gentle giant vibes.

So 6’0 at the shortest and maybe 6’5 at the tallest. I think he towers over people but his posture is so bad that no one notices.

Alex

I think he is between the ass trio and Maru so 21-24

I think he graduated high school only a couple years prior to year one because of how passionate he is about gridball and how he thinks it’ll happen I don’t think anyone older would be like “someday I’ll go pro” they’d be crushed already

I think he is 6’0 exactly. He gives off 6 feet vibes like I can see that if he had a tinder profile it would 100 percent say “I’m 6’0 btw”

Elliott

I think he’s 34 exactly.

He seems like during his 20s he worked in the family business, he did what was told of him because he didn’t really know how to be an adult.

Then when he hit 30 he decided that he didn’t want anything to do with the family business and decided to move to Pelican Town to follow his dreams of writing.

He had enough money saved up to move and cut contact with his parents after they threatened to disown him because of him choosing to chase his dreams.

I think he is up there with Harvey as I’ve already said. I think they could be the same height range and who is taller is interchangeable.

So 6’0-6’5 really. Gives off hunk on the cover of a romance novel vibes.

Penny

I think she’s around 24-26. And I do think she has a teaching license and an education degree so this would give her enough time to have graduated and come back to Pelican Town after like a year of teaching in the city.

She seems sort of mature but immature at the same time, like immature when it comes to romance and dating, and sort of life but also she has the vibes of an introvert that was forced to mature quickly so she is good at making decisions, but at the same time her emotions are out of whack.

I think she’s a petite girl she doesn’t look very tall at all.

So I think she’s 5’2-5’5 I think for women to me 5’5 that’s the cap on people seeming short to me for women.

Abigail

Luckily I didn’t have to think about this too hard because I already answered this in one of my very first posts

I think she is 5’4 to 5’8 (sorry I’m American so 162 to 172 cm?)

She’s the first one I’m doing I’m not converting everyone but it’s like 2.5 cm per inch and 30.5 per foot

Her age is around 22-25 in year 1 I think. I know I’m my original Abigail headcanon I said oldest is 24 but I think 25 is okay.

She is amongst the youngest in her grade level during school years.

Haley

I think she’s on the younger side, like the same age range as Alex. Especially because she gives the vibes if she just graduated and hasn’t grown out of her mean girl/insecure personality

So she’s about 21-24

I think she’s similar to Abigail where she gives off like petite girl energy but also tall girl energy. Like I feel like she was a cheerleader and people always said that she could model so maybe she’s on the taller side

So maybe 5’4-5’7

Idk what it is about women that are 5’7 are specifically beautiful to me, they seem super tall but not so tall that it makes me feel like they’re a giant, their arms and legs are long idkidk.

Emily

She’s the older sister of Haley, and I think she’s pretty close to Shane and Gus so I think she’s on the older side

I also think that she could be the oldest out of all the bachelorettes.

So maybe 29-35

She seems a lot more mature than Haley, as well as understanding and confident in her life and her choices

As well as she doesn’t seem insecure or as if she’s weird at all like I think younger people are.

I think her height range is very small compared to the others like

She’s 5’5-5’6

She gives off the vibes for that like not too short not too tall just average.

Maru

In my opinion Maru is the youngest out of the bachelorettes AND bachelors because I think everyone is around the same age and she’s the younger sister of Sebastian who I think is closer to everyone else’s ages so it makes her younger.

I think she’s about 19-21

Like yes she’s working as a nurse, but it’s a small town and she’s an actual genius, I don’t think they care that she’s young. Besides Harvey handles everything on his own she mostly does paperwork and assistant stuff.

Her height has to be around like 5’2-5’4 I think she is a very small girl despite Robin and Demetrius being a little on the taller side.

Leah

I think she might be the second oldest out of the bachelorettes

Like her backstory is her working in a dead end job, she was in a longtime relationship and could’ve gotten married had she not decided to leave

So she’s about 27-31 she’s not the same age as Emily, but she does hang out with Elliott so I think she’s a little older.

I think she’s about 5’6 she makes me feel as if she’s about average in heigh because of how artistic she is I feel like anyone smaller would be very disadvantaged when carving or doing anything and so would someone taller.

Pierre

I think he would be about 5’9-5’11

Like he doesn’t seem too tall but he does give me taller side energy

Would probably tell people he’s 6 feet bc he gives me the vibes of someone who would because he wants to seem like he’s perfect.

I think he’s like 45-48

He is for sure older than Caroline especially because I believe he is into the traditional gender roles which means younger wife and older husband.

Caroline

Caroline I think is a very average woman. And not by looks because I think she actually would be quite attractive like I feel like she would be vERY beautiful.

I mean in terms of her body, she isn’t too big or too small, she didn’t have too much fat or too little her body is just average.

So I think she would be 5’4-5’6

I also think all of the moms are in a similar age range so she would be 44-47

Honestly with the way they’re designed I would’ve said 30s but that would make no sense if their kids are in the marrying age/having kids range.

Jodi

I think she is on the shorter side, she gives me short thicc mom energy. Especially because Kent is a military man.

So maybe 5’2-5’5 bc I think Kent towers over her and so does Sam. The kids did not get her genes because I do think Vincent would be quite tall when he is an adult.

I also think she would be like 43-46 she has a kid that’s an adult and a kid that’s a child so I think this age range would be more plausible for her to have had one kid young and the other one at an older age.

Kent

Is large and in charge like BIG MAN

So I think he must be 6’2-6’5

Like towers over most people and intimidates them based on size alone.

Similar age as Jodi. I think they probably were in the same grade in high school so same age 43-46

Vincent

Right now like as of year 1 would probably be tiny

Like people think he’s going to turn out like Jodi but would actually turn out to be like Kent and Sam and be huge.

So maybe like 3’10?

Kinda small for his age but not like super small?

He is probably 6 or 7 years old

So CUTEEEEEE

Evelyn

Granny Evelyn is probably TINY

Like I think she is 4’9

She’s so cute and small and was probably taller when she was younger

Also old as HELL from how she looks

So maybe from 80-95

Because she as well as George have to older than everyone on the older side.

George

Was probably on the taller side before he was wheelchair bound.

Probably 5’11 exactly like not super tall but tall enough.

Him and Evelyn have such a big height gap and it’s ADORABLE.

I think maybe 2 or 3 years older than Evelyn

83-98 so super old lmao

Pam

I think the oldest out of the parents

So maybe 49-54

She hates the fact that she’s on the older side out of the parents, especially because she isn’t really close to the others as much as she would like to be. She feels out of place among them.

I think she’s about 5’6 I can see her being VERY beautiful when she was younger, and she probably still has a nice body and face, especially if she stops drinking.

Lewis

His ass is probably in his 60s but sees himself as younger

I think 60s isn’t really old at all, like it’s still enough time to do different things.

But his glory days are over

Probably 5’9 like average height.

Clint

I think he might be younger than Emily. His crush seems very immature to me. And it makes him a little less incel-y but idk.

So maybe 27-30?

He’s definitely old enough to know not to act a fool but like it makes sense at this age that he’s an asshole after being rejected for so long y’know.

I think he’s maybe 5’9? Not too short but not too tall. Definitely thinks being taller could’ve helped his situation.

Gunther

I cannot tell anything about this man at ALL

He’s very mysterious

I think he is literally 40-59

Could literally be anywhere in that

He’s probably 5’10 too since I think he’s able to see something on the shelves, and he can see over the counter.

Gus

He’s on the older side. Idk if he has kids or anything, but he gives dad vibes

So maybe 50-59 not too old but like middle aged.

Very sweet and that’s what gives me the father vibes.

Also he doesn’t seem like a gossip but knows a lot which gives me that age range.

I think he’s either 5’6 or 6’3 nothing else. I think 5’6 is more likely though.

Demetrius

I think he is a little younger than Robin. It’s lowkey what makes him and Sebastian to be so bad at getting along.

So maybe 40-42?

Old enough to be a dad but not really old enough I guess.

I think he is VERY tall. Especially since in game it looks like he has a little height over Robin.

So 6’3 at the shortest? 6’5 at the most?

Robin

43-46

I think she had Sebastian at 20? Maybe younger but I think 20 is a good age. She was young and barely out of teenagedom that her parents were probably upset.

I think she’s a little tall but not too tall like 5’7

Very beautiful and her legs are longer than her torso but not in a tall SpongeBob vibe y’know.

Marlon

I think he’s in his 50s? So 50-60

I think he is younger than Lewis and that’s also why they can’t really get along other than Marnie.

Probably 5’10

Like tall enough that when fighting monsters he has no disadvantage but not so tall that he can’t get anything done.

Linus

He is also mysterious.

He looks old but at the same time he lives in nature and his looks probably don’t match his age.

So anywhere from 50-70?

Some 70 year olds look young and can move around and I don’t doubt that he is agile due to him being a nature man.

Leo

On the taller side of kids.

So sort of like 4’5 or almost 5’0

I think Leo is older than Jas and Vincent

But not too much older that it’s weird.

So maybe 10?

Marnie

I think she is on the older side. I don’t think that she is too old, for sure younger than Lewis

I think she’s like 50-56?

Young enough that Lewis wants to sleep with her for sure

Also young enough that she still hopes by some miracle that she has a child

I think she’s like 5’2-5’4

Rasmodius

I think he is either like super old like hundreds of years or like a mortal person old

So maybe like 60-70

Quite a bit older than Caroline and old enough that he has lived and seen some things

Like an affair and a divorce and losing everything

Probably 6’0 exactly ngl

Jas

Also on the smaller side, and will end up like 5’2 at most when she’s older

So like 3’7 first year she is a very small BABY

She’s also the same age as Vincent so 6 or 7

Willy

I think he is old but doesn’t look it

So in his 60s-70s

Has time to fish and perfect it has time to gain things and lose things

Has lived through a LOT

I think he is 5’5-5’9

A bit on the smaller side but y’know short kings exist.

[oizysian]

I was wondering if you could do wanda or wandanat(idk if you do her or not if not that's fine)comforting reader about their childhood pet dying? Sorry if that's too dark or something. Thanks.

Mr. Stuffles | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Warnings: mention of pet death

Word count: ~550

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“Wanda.” I whimpered softly, tears in my eyes as I looked up at my girlfriend.

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” She asked, worry laced in her voice.

“We had to put down Mr. Stuffles.”

“What?” She took me in her arms, walking me into the house and closing the door behind us. “What happened?”

“He was old and sick and-and …” I sobbed into her chest, unaware that we had even entered the living room where she sat us down on the plush couch and continued to cradle me.

“Shh, detka, I know. I know it hurts.”

“He was always there for me, Wanda.” I cried. “I had him since I was six. He was just a little thing - he could fit in my palm.” I sniffled as I reminisced.

She rested her head against my own and listened to me speak, gently rocking me to calm me down.

“You were there for him too, dove. He loved you so much.”

“I was with him, when they …” I got quiet, unable to finish the sentence. “I didn’t want him to be scared.”

“He was with his best friend. He wasn’t scared.”

I looked up at her, her own eyes glistening with tears and I tried to give her a smile. She was so sweet, comforting me when she really didn’t have to. She could’ve simply told me to grow up, it was just an animal, but she didn’t. She was too good, too pure to say anything like that to me.

“He’s not in pain anymore.” I said with confidence, mostly trying to convince myself. “He’s okay now.”

“He is. And he’ll always be a part of you.”

She pressed a kiss to my forehead and held me close. I wrapped my arms around her tightly and burrowed myself in her warm and loving embrace.

“Are you going to get his ashes?” She asked very softly and I nodded against her.

“And his pawprint. Maybe I’ll get it tattooed someday.”

“That would be a lovely tribute to him.”

I sniffled, content and comforted by her words and her embrace.

“I miss him.” I said, my voice small.

“I know, my love.” Her voice cracked with emotion. “I’m gonna miss him too.”

“Do I have to get rid of his stuff?” I asked sadly and she shook her head against me.

“Of course not. You can keep his food bowl and his favorite toys and keep them on your desk so you can always have him near you.”

“I’d like that.”

My fingers played with the hem of her shirt, the feeling of the fabric comforting as I finally began to truly calm down.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

“For what?” She questioned, looking down at me.

“For being here. For being you.”

“I’m always gonna be here for you.”

“No matter what?”

“No matter what. You’re stuck with me, detka.”

I let out a short chuckle and raised myself up so I could reach her lips with my own. She responded lovingly, her lips soft and gentle with me, as if I would break.

“I love you.” I whispered against her lips and she smiled, giving me another quick peck before pulling away to look at me.

“I love you more.”

[daengtokki]

I’ll be sweet *: ･ﾟ

Kim Seungmin/Female Reader

wc: ~1.5k maybe idk I re-edited this so many times

rating: fluff/explicit/18+ ಇ (contains edging, teasing, slapping, light restraint, pet names, Seungmin begging and being a brat, and a little praise)

comments: another part of the blind date soft kinks requested by anon! ( I feel like I’ve been a little fast and loose with the actual request though ⸝⸝⸝- ᴗ -⸝⸝⸝ ; )

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Seungmin thinks this is easy for you. Every single time you stop, he looks at you with his big wet eyes. Every time your mouth leaves him, or your hand, or the hot, tight squeeze of your pussy is suddenly gone, his eyes make you almost fall apart and give in.

You love touching him—making him moan and whine your name when he’s getting so close. You love the way his thighs shake, and his stomach tightens and you can see every muscle move beneath his skin. When he’s on the bed, his back arches so smoothly and slowly just as he feels his climax rising in him. You know exactly when to stop.

You always let him have his moment of weakness and protest… Please, pleeaase baby I changed my mind. No more. Get back over here.

But you turn away. You can listen to him plead, but you can’t look at that face while he does it. Seungmin has perfected his beg over time, and you’re sure someday it will work on you.

Not tonight, though. You’re on your side of the bed, propped up on one elbow looking him over. He has his hands up over his head, bound together. You had to find one of his silk ties, wrap it tightly around his wrists and through a slot in the headboard. He’s pouting and glancing down at his semi hard cock. Pre-cum is dripping and collecting next to his belly button.

“This is so mean,” Seungmin whispers to you. He crinkles his nose and bares his teeth.

“If you would just behave and keep your hands where they belong…”

“Yeah yeah, I know. But I’ll be good now, I promise.”

You just shake your head at him, because you’re almost finished; he is almost finished, and he should know that.

You started on him this morning as soon as he woke up, so this is the longest you’ve ever teased (you still have him to yourself all day tomorrow, so why not). The whiny begging and his dick in your mouth has kept you consistently wet and horny for hours. And restraining him? That’s new. That’s usually reserved for you, but Seungmin likes the swap, and he looks good like this—helpless and horny, cock dripping onto his stomach as his erection slowly returns again.

He watches eagerly as you lean in and place your lips on his warm stomach, his sweat damp skin. His cock twitches and his hips jerk up; so close to where he wants you, but not close enough. You lick up his mess before backing up.

The loud slap across his thigh echoes in the room. And his answer, a dramatic OOUCH! comes out in a petulant little laugh. The spot immediately starts to turn an angry red, but he just looks at it and bites down on his smile.

“Don’t be a brat,” you run a finger over the red spot and contemplate doing it again.

Seungmin pouts, “don’t get that close unless you mean it.”

You straddle him on hands and knees and he screws up his face trying not to smile. “I’ll get as close as I want.”

“Lemme see…are you wet? Lift your shirt up. You aaare, I can feel the heat coming from you.”

“You just wanna see?” You grab each side of the shirt—his shirt, and lift a little. “I can do more than that if you’re a good boy.”

“I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”

“I dunno, pup…you haven’t been very well behaved today.”

He pushes his head back into the pillow and twists his wrists a little. “Because you’ve been so teasy today,” he whispers. “But you wanna fuck me so bad, I can smell it on you. I love it.”

Your palm hits thigh again, but luckily for him, it’s his outer thigh this time. The sound it makes his beautiful, though. Seungmin squirms and jerks his hips up. His cock slides against you, and you can’t hide the pleasure in your eyes.

“Yeah…let me take care of you, babe. You’ve been torturing yourself, too.”

You move yours eyes from his, down to his dick—massive, unbearably hard now, veins bulging. There’s another drop of pre-cum where you cleaned him up a few minutes ago. He’s right, and you’re trying not to give in. He’ll know he won a little bit if you fuck him right now.

“Climb up here and let me have a taste.”

“No,” you fall back on the bed and snuggle up to him. The offer is tempting, though. “…no, you’re bad…and you look good tied up for me.”

“Oh I know,” he turns his head and pushes toward you, but he’s not quite close enough to get to your lips. “But…” Seungmin turns on his puppy dog eyes with no effort.

“But what, Minnie?” You lean the tiniest bit closer, and your noses touch. His breath on your lips could drive you crazy.

“You’re gonna let me come this time, right?” His voice is sweet now. Quiet and warm.

“I’ll think about it. Are you thirsty? I’m gonna go grab something.”

He squirms again and kicks his legs. His eyes follow you until you disappear into the hallway.

You shout back, “you just want water?”

He doesn’t answer. But when you return with your leftover iced coffee from this morning, he perks up a little. “Gimme a sip…I mean…sweetie, can I please have a sip?”

You put the straw in his mouth and he drinks much more than a sip, but you let him, just because he said please.

“Come here sweetie, just get on top of me again.”

You watch him and suck down the rest of it, wondering if maybe he’s really had enough. You’ve seen how hard he comes after half the amount of teasing you’ve dished out today, but it’s all for a good cause. You want nothing more than for him to lose his mind for you when you finally finish him off.

“If you’re gonna keep being so sweet...”

“Yeah, I’ll be sweet. I’ll be sweet all night for my little peach.” He adjusts the best he can and sets his feet flat on the bed. Knees up. Ready for you to ride him.

You decide that, yeah, it’s time. Your legs begin to shake with anticipation, no matter how hard you try to keep calm. Your cunt throbs with pleasure, and your nipples cut through his t-shirt when you spread your thighs across him, and if he could reach down and touch your swollen clit, it’d be over for you that fast.

“Your little peach?”

Seungmin moans when your fingers stroke him. He nods eagerly and smirks, “mhmm…or my little plum, if you prefer.”

You can’t quiet yours when he slides in—he disappears so easily into you. He pushes up and fucks slowly, and you let him take over, even though you shouldn’t give him all the control—but he feels so good like this, somehow keeping calm, taking his time.

The room fills with deep, desperate moans, and the wet, slick sound of him pumping into you and stretching you open—he growls every time he hits deep and your pussy clenches hard around him.

You struggle to reach up and grab the knot holding his wrists—fuck…FUCK

“Take your time, sweetie. You waited this long,” Seungmin speaks softly and slows down, “go ahead.”

You fight with the slippery fabric for another few seconds, and then finally, it loosens. He slips free before you can even steady yourself again, and another moment later you’re thrown onto your back.

Seungmin hovers over you, one hand by your head, the other sliding up your chest and over your neck, “gotcha.” He leans down and kisses you, still with a surprising amount of control. But then his hand is under your thigh and he spreads you open, “so…was I a good boy? Sweet boy?”

Before you can answer, he slides back in—you’re gripping the sheets and being forced up into the mess of pillows. “Yes,” you choke out…yes yes yes is all you can manage between thrusts.

“Is this what you like?” He braces himself against the headboard, “you like waiting all day to get my dick?”

You nod and whimper and grab for him, grope and scratch at his stomach and hips and anywhere else you can reach.

“Tell me I did good…tell me again baby.”

“You did so good,” you push yourself up to meet his thrusts, “sweet boy.”

He smiles and throws his head back, “fuck, you feel good, so tight…I’m gonna come, I need to—”

Seungmin lets go. Hard and loud. You can feel his cock pulsing, throbbing and emptying inside of you as he slows down, but he doesn’t stop. His thighs shake as he steadies himself and latches onto your hips. His orgasm lasts, and he just keeps going, moaning, sweetly whispering your name over and over until it passes through him. His body shivers, and the red of your palm still stands out against his flushed skin. When he finally opens his eyes, they stare down into yours, big and dark and spilling over with pleasure. Satiated, for now.

“I’m sorry baby,” he collapses onto you, but manages to hold his weight up to place a kiss on your forehead, “too fast.” He relaxes and sings out a contented sigh when your fingers comb through his hair, “you feel so good.”

[chrisevansonly]

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬 (𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐮)

ʚ harry styles x female reader (angel)

ʚ nothing like christmas time at the styles family home it makes it more special since it’s violet’s first christmas

ʚ no warnings just fluff

ʚ here we are with a little christmas harry’s angel au update, i’m working on getting better at updating my works and writing, i know im shit at it, so I PROMISE i’m working on it, shit ending idk i’m struggling 😭

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It was honestly quite amazing how quickly your little Violet had grew, 6 whole months and your baby girl was babbling and practically sitting up on her own now. It was also your first Christmas as a family of three, Harry was done tour, you were off at your home in the countryside close to Harry’s mum: Life couldn’t get better.

“Okay so we’ve got dinner at mum’s in about forty minutes-you okay angel?” Harry’s voice snapped you back to reality

“Oh-yeah i’m okay lovie, just thinking about how 6 months ago we were at the hospital…and now”

The pout and shine in your eyes had Harry walking over to you to pull you in for a hug, holding you gently to him. Thankfully Violet was sound asleep upstairs, she often would panic slightly if you were ever upset, same thing with Harry.

“M’love…it’s okay to feel a bit emotional, our baby girl is growing up…”

“I know-it’s just happened so fast, I miss when she was teeny tiny”

Harry smiled pressing a kiss to your temple

“I do too, but she’s only six months, so we’ve still got a bit longer of little her hmm?”

You knew he was right, so nodding you wiped your eyes letting out a sigh, just in time to hear babbles from Violet upstairs.

“Go get our girl, and i’ll finish up our snack”

Leaning forward to kiss his lips softly you made your way up to Violet’s room, as soon as she laid her eyes on you she was smiling

“Hi petal! Did you have a good nap!”

“Ma ma!!” she squealed happily as you lifted her up, placing her on the change table to get her diaper switched before fixing her Christmas onesie.

“Should we go show daddy your pyjamas? We can all match together?”

Violet smiled clapping her hands as you scooped her back up, walking back down the hallway

“Da da!!!!” she yelled causing you to laugh, Harry appearing around the corner after hearing his daughters very loud yell for him

“Well hello to you too baby!”

Violet reached her hands out to him, Harry quick to take her while pressing a kiss to her cheek

“Wow, don’t you look so pretty in your pj’s…do mummy and I have the matching set too?”

Violet looked to you before pointing to her jammies, babbling away

“I think she’s saying yes H”

Harry laughed, she was still learning how to say words, only a few in her vocabulary at this point but that didn’t mean she couldn’t communicate in other ways.

“Well I say we go get changed and then and have some cuddles on the couch!”

Matching pyjamas was the first of many traditions for your family, something you’d remember as the holidays came and left with each passing year. Violet truly was the best gift you and Harry had ever received.

And maybe someday in the future, you’d add another little one too..

[scar-crossedlvrs]

I have an idea... I'm not sure you'd like it, but I love your writing, so I thought I'd give it a shot - what if Carlos S/O's ex ( who are now distant friends ) shows up at their place, totally hammered after a really tough situation and out of pity/friendship and fear hes going to drunk drive she lets him stay on the couch for the night.

Meanwhile, Carlos is trying to be understanding but is having a hard time hiding his annoyance and jealousy? Could be fluff or smut- :) up to you

Carlos Oliveira - Only Yours

i’m flattered that you love my writing!! hearing compliments like that are the reason i keep going!! anyway i definitely loved this idea and went with fluff on this but idk part 2 smut someday???

ft an unnamed blonde hair blue eyed ex bf.

“Babe I think there’s someone at the door.” 

Carlos’ voice coming from the next room is the only thing that tears you from the book in your lap, and you finally can hear the inconsistent knocking on the front door. Your eyes slide to the clock on the mantle, glowing a faint 11:30 pm.

It was late. Too late for a visitor.

“I’ll see who it is.” you sigh, marking your place in your book and traipsing to the front door as another string of haphazard knocks come from the other side. 

The door swings open, and the first thing that you notice is the reek of alcohol, whiskey breath from the figure in the doorway. Familiar icy eyes that you hadn’t seen in months stare at you, the man drunk beyond comprehension. 

“What are you doing? It’s nearly midnight.”

Your arms cross as you speak, brows furrowed in a mixture of concern and annoyance. His head tilts, seemingly confused. “Can’t visit an old friend?” the blonde’s words are slurring as he sways in his spot. 

“Not at midnight and definitely not after months of no contact.” 

He was a mess and you couldn’t help but worry about how he had managed to get here, or why exactly he was here.

“ ‘m sorry ‘bout that. Been busy. Jus’ wanna talk. Need a friend right now.” 

Your eyes soften slightly, and open your mouth to speak when a possessive arm wraps around your waist. 

“Everything okay over here?” Carlos’ voice is in your ear now. “I was getting worried.”

He’s speaking directly to you, eyes trained on your face and you take a moment to glance up at him with a nod. “You remember…?” You gesture to the door as you speak.

“Yeah, we met last time.” His arm tightens around you as he glances at the drunken man finally, giving him a stiff nod in greeting. 

“He’s gonna stay here tonight.” Your words seem to surprise both of them, but you continue before either man could protest. “We’ve got a pretty comfy couch, and I’m not taking no for an answer.” 

Unable to argue with you, Carlos helped you to get the drunk man into the living room and onto the couch. As amiable as he was being, you could easily tell he wasn’t exactly happy with the situation at hand. His eyes stayed glued to you as you took the time to help the blonde male get his jacket and shoes off without hurting himself. 

“Thanks.” He said with a sheepish grin, leaning back on the couch with a content grunt. 

“I’ve got some extra blankets and pillows in the bedroom, just wait here.” You reply, heading off down the hallway to find the stash of spare bedding somewhere in your bedroom closet.

You’re digging through the closet when the bedroom door closes behind you. A soft smirk pulls across your lips, as Carlos sulks across the room. It’s obvious that he wants to say something by the amount of pacing he’s doing. “You’re upset.” You say, turning with an armful of bedding in your arms. “You’re really bad at hiding it when you are.”

“No.” His answer is short and sharp, and you give him a knowing look. “Okay fine, maybe a little bit. You can’t blame me though.”

“There’s nothing to be worried about.” “So you’re telling me if my ex-girlfriend showed up here late at night claiming she wanted to talk, you’d be okay with it? You’d be okay if I let her stay here?”

His arms cross as you can feel his eyes on you. You let out a soft breath, dropping the blanket onto the bed with a sigh. “He’s drunk and a lot more harmless here than he would be driving home. I’d hope you’d consider the same if you were in my position.” You reply, slowly taking a few steps around the bed in order to close the distance between the two of you. Fingers find purchase on his crossed forearms, hoping that he’d relax under your touch. “Plus you didn’t have an issue when we had met him for drinks last time.”

You could feel the muscles tense under your fingertips. “That’s different.” His eyes avoided your gaze, “We were in public with other friends. And it was before everyone started talking about how they thought you were going to spend an eternity with him.”

There it was, the source of his annoyance. You sigh softly, moving your hands from his crossed arms to the sides of his face, pulling his eyes to yours gently. 

“You have absolutely nothing to worry about, Carlos.” Your voice is soft and reassuring. “That was years ago, plus might I remind you I’m the one who broke things off.”

His arms relax a little falling to his sides, and you take a moment to guide them around your waist before resting your hands back on his face. Instinctively, Carlos tightens his arms around you. 

“I love you, can’t help but worry that someone’s coming to snatch you away.” he says, still grouchy. 

“There’s nobody else for me but you.” You pull his face closer, placing a sweet kiss on his lips which finally makes him smile. “I’ll prove it if I have to, just as soon as I’m done dealing with our guest.”

You let go of his face and move to collect the spare bedding once more. There’s a grunt as Carlos tightens his arms around you once again. 

“I’ll deal with it, you get to wait here and think about how you’re gonna prove it.”

He lets go of you with a cheeky wink, obviously feeling better. 

Just what had you gotten yourself into now?

[wroteclassicaly]

ur piss kink thoughts. oh my god /pos

— @inkluvs (ivy)

Oh my god… Well, this took on a mind of its own… I’ll have to release my other full length fic w/ this kink someday! I hope you enjoy it!? Tysm for the ask! And these are just some headcanons of what I think. Idk if Steve would be as into it as Eddie, but I think he’d be down for it in the long run, especially if his partner is! And there’s something so much more wild about this kink with Stevie boy!

I’m so going to hell… 🙊

~*~

Warnings: Language, smut, vaginal fingering, references to masturbation, oral & vaginal sex, piss kink/watersports, and overall NSFW content!

The first time that it happened, it was an accident. Steve was fucking into you at a relentless pace with his fingers, curling into that spot. Having been unable to wait to have you, and you thinking you’d be able to get home and pee, then shower, before seeing him later in the evening — to say you had been shocked when he showed up to give you a ride instead of your coworker, that was an understatement. You couldn’t deny him, as you wanted him just as bad. However, you were clenching and holding vice onto muscles in your pelvic floor and thighs, berating yourself for not going before you left the building. And there in an abandoned parking lot, with your boyfriend’s insanely thick fingers inside of you — you were about to have a big problem.

“Steve…”

“Mhm, honey. So wet and warm for me. Waited all day for you, for this. Never can believe it’s real —“

“Steve, stop,” you’d warned him.

That throaty laugh occurred, but he then looked at you in concern. Your eyes were still glazed over, your legs wide open. But something was off. He makes the mistake of moving one finger against your sopping walls, meaning to pull his digits out, and it was happening.

“Please, I —“ Is all you got out before the first spray of yellow liquid is coating his hand and the leather of the seat below, even splashing onto your panties and jeans around your ankles, pooling onto the floor board.

With the fabric of your clothing in the way, you couldn’t close your legs fast enough, so you attempted to bear down and hold the rest, eyes glistening with tears, throat damp with embarrassment. It’s silent, the lights glittering from the street lamps and reflecting the crystal of his car’s windshield. And… part of the mess you had made. You didn’t waste a second, trying to reach for your clothing in hasty retreat.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I tried to stop it. I’m fucking disgusting, I know. Just take me home now, or I’ll walk —“

“Honey. Can you calm down for me for a minute? A second, maybe?” The raspy break in his voice had you looking through your panicked babble, directly at him.

You weren’t prepared to see him with a palm over his swollen denim bulge. He was hard before, yeah, but seeing you let go like that, it was so… raw. He was aching tremendously against his zipper, finger hovering above his belt buckle. Wait, was he… He was into this?

“You’re not mad?” You swallowed harshly, watching in slow motion as his hand moved to cup your damp cunt, not oblivious to the mixture of piss and cream that had dripped out of you.

He shakes those beautiful tresses. “You didn’t finish, did you?”

“I didn’t come, no, but that’s okay —“

“Baby. S’ not what I mean.” His jugular bobbled along a harsh intake of air, then he questioned you. “You still have to pee, right?”

“Well… Yeah, but I can hold the rest —“ The burning inside your body was scorching you. Unprepared is a comedic term for your reaction to his next wonder, your jaw nearly unhinging with a snap.

“Finish for me. Can you do that? While I touch you some more?”

Your eyes had widened and he almost backed out, but didn’t. He trusted you, both of you mostly in synch on things, especially in the bedroom. You were into this too, if any indication by your expelled pant and thighs trapping his wrist.

“But your car —“

“Can be cleaned, baby.”

And that was how it started, more or less. His hand fisting his fat cock as he fingered you to orgasm, all the while you pissed down his wrist and soaked the car his daddy bought for him when he was King Steve, and you were in different circles.

~*~

- King Steve would’ve been into it too, let’s be honest. Marking you, claiming you, humiliating you. He’d have you begging him to piss on or in you — your cunt, ass, and mouth. He owns you.

- When Steve became softer, he was so much more open about liking it, about how it turns both of you on.

- He would piss on you in public settings, have you pee on him, followed by orgasms that left you both breathless after.

- If you acted like a brat, you knew the special punishment he was concocting, what it would contain.

- He loves to make you hold it and watch how he can test your limits before your burst. Your cute shame makes his balls drawl up.

- Isn’t afraid to lick you clean. If he’s feeling bold, if you’re both comfortable — he’ll let it come directly from the source. (This man bit into the flesh and blood of an underworld creature, so who cares about a little piss from the partner he simps over?)

- Asked you to soak his parents staircase and bed before.

- Asks if he can watch you go.

- Gets this look in his eyes when he wants it. “Brought some stuff.” And it’s a towel and wet wipes. That’s the tell-tale sign.

- You peed on his chest and soaked the chest hair and he came untouched one time… Then asked him to piss on your tits.

- Your favorite thing is holding yourself open as he relieves himself on your clit and wet cunt. He uses it to rub you to your climax after.

- Another thing you both favor, is when he pisses inside of you (his personal favorite), as he’s fucking you, and when you go as he fingers you or touches you.

- Likes to come in and pee through your legs while you’re using the restroom. One time, he even had you straddle him as you both went. It was messy, but you tried, and you loved it.

- Jerks himself off beneath the spray of you. You touch yourself as he uses you too.

• I’m sure I have more, but my brain is on nasty overload rn. I’m hiding in shame now 😭

[takenbypeter]

Heyo you already know it’s gonna be Peter Maximoff! Sooooo reader and Peter are a couple but sleep in separate dorms?rooms? idk what you would call it but they obvi live in Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. Anyways, reader told Peter she was going to bed a little earlier just to tell him. He agrees without putting too much thought into it and continues on whatever he’s doing. Until he’s getting ready for bed and goes into his closet and notices….. one of his shirts are missing. He is speeding around looking for it even though he technically doesn’t need it at this millisecond, it’s just the thought of him not knowing where it is that’s bugging him. He cannot find it anywhere in his room. So he goes out….. assuming somebody is messing with him. Wakes up the guys who might’ve done it like Cyclops, Nightcrawler, even the Beast cuz he just “KNOWS”. Probably cuz Peter knows he’s a bit (a lot) of a butthead to them and maybe someday they’ll want some payback and today was the day. But all of them denied it and Peter is going absolutely insane. He now gets all the X-men in one room and THEY ARE NOT LEAVING UNTIL THIS CASE IS SOLVED (his band t-shirts are a priority). Somebody has to be lying and he brings in the big guns. He’s woken up Xavier. (yes he woke him up, put him in his wheelchair, and sped him into the room) He would’ve just asked Jean to read their minds but she might try to protect Cyclops or something. The arguing got louder since the X-men were all now stuck in a room, annoyed at Peter for waking them up, and still don’t really know what the heck is going on. Reader wakes up from the noise to see what all the bickering was about. There she opens the door all eyes on her staring right at the supposed “missing” shirt she was wearing. Heads turning back to Peter most (all) of them with angry faces and reader with a confused look. Peter sweetly walks to reader without an anger in sight. (he’s never angry at her and thinks she looks cute in the shirt) He comforts her as if nothing had happened and puts her back to sleep. The team’s jaws just drops in utter disbelief. A couple minutes later he comes back to the angry faces and awkwardly apologizes. As soon as he noticed he’s got no sympathy he speeds aways. Let’s just say there was a bit of a goose chase throughout the night until they tackled him down. This is just a silly and LONG request. Sorry :/

Too Cute To Blame

Peter Maximoff x reader

Words: 1561

Authors note: hey hey bestie 🌺 so glad to get a request from you, I loved this idea so funny 🤣thanks for the request and enjoy

It was another one of those nights in the X-mansion. No missions, no actual fighting, it was just a normal day filled with a number of training and lessons to practically bore your mind, but you knew they were important. At least it was over for the day.

You were currently in your boyfriend Peter’s room as you two typically were, if not your own. It was getting late and he was spread out on his mattress with his eyes shut and his hands folded together behind his head while he bobbed it to his music that played throughout the room.

You listened too, initially starting the night cuddled against him until you got slightly bored and opted to read in his desk chair.

But as you checked the clock that he had displayed underneath some papers you realized just how late it was and that's when you decided to call it quits for the night.

Packing up your things you got up and leaned over him, “I’m heading to my room, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say and with his eyes closed he puckered his lips and you bent down to meet them for a quick kiss. “Goodnight,” you said and he repeated.

As you stood back up you looked around making sure you weren’t forgetting anything and that’s when your eyes landed on one of his band shirts. It was in his clean clothing pile on the floor with other clothes and before you could give it another thought, you took it.

You didn’t think it was a big deal but apparently it was.

Peter stayed up for about two more hours before he decided to at least attempt at sleep. After getting up from his lazy position he zoomed on over to his pile that he just washed and searching through it he realized the shirt he was planning on wearing was gone.

He knew he washed it, he absolutely washed it…didn’t he? Great now he was questioning himself.

Instead of thinking about it too much he continued his search practically tearing apart his closet, and dirty laundry bin in search of the black graphic tee.

It wasn’t a big deal or anything, it’s not like this was going to bug him for the rest of his life.

…except it was.

As he searches and searches, double checking every nook and cranny he finally comes to the conclusion that it’s not in here.

As a new thought popped into his brain he squinted while tilting his head, someone took his shirt.

“No he wouldn’t,” he mumbled to himself before he thought about it some more and let out a weary, “he would.”

And that’s when he sped off.

He knew exactly where he was headed to first. Scott’s room.

When he got to the place that he barely stepped foot in, he quickly put on Scott’s glasses before hovering over the boy, “hey,” he gave Scott’s face a little slap causing Scott’s eyes to flicker. When that didn’t do the trick he slapped harder, “hey!” That one seemed to do something as the mutant woke up, “what the f—“

“I know you took it,” Peter accused not wasting a second.

Scott looked around the room, his eyes landing on the darkness from the window,”what time ‘s it?”

Peter turned Scott’s head back to him while Scott easily pushed it away, “give me back my shirt.”

Scott let out an angry sigh as he turned to his side and covered his head trying to block out the light, “I don’t have your dumb shirt.”

Peter leaned back, still suspicious, “I don’t believe you.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t care about you that much.” Peter lifted a brow at Scott’s words, that was true. Maybe it wasn’t him.

In the next second Scott’s light was off and Peter was gone for his next suspect.

Arriving in the blue mutant’s room he leaned over the boy deciding if he should slap him as he did Scott or choose a different approach this time. As he was distracted, he noticed Kurt’s eyes beginning to open and he took the opportunity, “where is it?” He demanded.

Kurt yelped not expecting this at all, but once his eyes fully opened he calmed down realizing what was going on.

“What’s happening?”

“Someone took my shirt. Was it you?”

“Do you really believe I was the one to take it?”

Hmm, sure Peter’s bugged the kid but honestly, the blue mutant had a point and off Peter went. He sped right by Jean Grey’s room knowing; one, she would either protect her dumb boyfriend, or two, she probably had no idea either way, so instead he headed for the labs that he knew Hank would probably be in.

“Hey!” Peter shouted so unexpectedly he caught Hank off guard as he practically dropped whatever science tube he had in his hands, “where’s my shirt?”

Hank gave him a blank stare behind his safety goggles, before responding, “do I look like I know?”

Peter pressed his lips together as his hands interlocked with his pointer fingers pressing against his own lips in thought while he practically scanned the beast, “you honestly look like you know…everything,” Peter said before once again taking off.

And like that he spent the night practically waking half of the mutants of the building up but still he got no answer, which is when he decided to get the big guns.

But not just that, no, he was going to publicly embarrass whoever took his shirt so they won’t ever do it again. Gearing his body up he grabbed the closest suspect dropping them off in the lounge area of the building. Then he filled the room, and one by one he brought in every single mutant he suspected until he got Charles, yes Charles out here.

“Oh great the psycho’s back,” mumbled Jubilee as Peter took his place in the middle, while Charles was just beginning to process everything.

“Peter, what is going on?” Charles asked.

“I’m glad you asked,” the gray haired boy pointed a finger practically scanning the room, “someone in here took something of mine, something very precious.”

“It’s just a shirt!” Shouted Scott.

“A Pink Floyd shirt, it's very important.”

“A shirt?” Charles squeezed his eyes shut and his fingers went to his forehead already getting a headache despite having been just woken up. “Do I have to watch you all like children?”

Peter winced suddenly feeling like this wasn’t the best idea.

“Just go to bed, we can figure it out tomorrow,” suggested Kurt.

“No, we're doing this tonight. No one is leaving till we figure this out.”

“Okay will whoever did it just confess I prefer not to use my powers on such mundane behavior,” Charles said, currently regretting his decision to bring kids together like this.

“It wasn’t me,” could be heard followed by a bunch of, “wasn’t me either,” which was then followed by “will someone just confess already?” Which was followed by a “Scott we know you did it just give it back,” causing Scott and Jean to defend him before turning the suspicion on someone else thus creating a full circle of mutants blaming mutants throughout the room.

As the arguments grew, so did the noise, awaking most other mutants who hadn’t been accused yet.

Including you.

You woke up from a deep sleep to sudden shouting and curious about the ruckus you put on some nearby pants as you entered the mutant filled room with your boyfriend standing in the middle of it all.

“What’s going on?” You questioned eyes squinting trying to adjust to the sudden bright light of the room.

Nearby young ones looked to you before looking down a little, and began nudging one another. As everyone was suddenly becoming aware of what you were wearing the room grew quieter and quieter but you, too tired to think, only kept your eyes on Peter who just realized you had entered the room.

It took only one second for Peter to glance down and easily spot the shirt he’s been desperately searching for. But instead of scolding you or accusing you like he did the others, he just runs to you immediately wrapping his arms around you while internally gushing about how cute you look in his old t-shirt.

“It’s nothing. Just an argument but it’s settled now.”

“Oh okay?” You said head still propped on his shoulder as he had his arms around you. Soon enough he removed his arms and just took your hand in his, “just go back to bed, everyone’s heading back anyway.”

“Okay?” You repeated not questioning the man's actions and everyone watched as he walked you out, leaving them there to question his sanity.

“So that’s it! We get yelled at, we suffer, but not—“

“Well you saw how cute Y/n looked,” Peter said interrupting Cyclops from the chair in the corner causing some to jump at his sudden appearance while most just glared. “Who could be mad at that face?…so uh…goodnight.”

And off he ran. Most went off to bed while others weren’t done with the whole situation.

“Oh he is so gonna get it," said Jubilee as she noticed Scott practically grinding his teeth in anger before he plus a few others tried to run after the speedy mutant.

[laughterbynight]

Possibly unpopular opinions incoming which means post it before bed, natch.

I actually think Tim in a trio would be cute. I don’t trust DC not to make it weird of course but as far as headcanons go I could see him trying that out for a bit. One partner is of course Kon. DC can fight it all they want but I do think someday (maybe when I’m 70) Tim and Kon will end up canon.

Anyway, temporary trio wise I think Tim, Kon, and maybe a new character. I have no issue with Bernard but I always feel like DC shoved him in there to cut off timkon talk so I have a hard time seeing him as anything permanent y’know? But then again that would work as a transition into timkon when the trio ends. Amicably!! I’m so not here for drama.

I’d like to see a woman in there maybe, for some balance. No not Steph. I know some fans are still really married to the idea of them but the whole manic pixie dreamgirl thing has never been my jam personally. That’s why I’m generally attracted to the batfam. I like stoics. Yes, Dick isn’t my fave either (drawing all kinds of targets on myself tonight).

I feel like figuring out sexuality is so…basic and static in comics. Like yeah they talk about it being a journey of discovery but we don’t really *see* that, they just say it.

I think I’ve seen Bart as a popular third. Idk if that’s in line with him as a character at all since I’m less familiar with him but I’m open to it. I do kinda like the idea of an Amazon about their age. I know the supe/bat/amazon thing is common ground but hey it works really good. I can’t argue with it. I like reading superwonderbat too. Sue me.

If we wanna shake things up it would be interesting if it was a male Amazon. I mean we know men aren’t allowed to stay there so they must go somewhere. I think it would be interesting to see a male character from a culture where women are in control and that’s considered normal. No hate about it just, yeah that’s how it is here. I get bored of the sausage club that is the batfamily but I’ll take it if that means an interesting third.

sidebar: I really wish Cass was in more stories and we could have more girldad Bruce moments. I feel like DC tries to do the “girlpower” thing by putting all the girls on teams together and honest to god I do not care. I wanna see Batman and his kick ass daughter and her brothers, together.

It’s almost a shame Cass was adopted bc she would fit as a good third but of course we can’t do that for obvious reasons. Maybe in an AU, but I’d be more sad if she didn’t have batdad instead.

Anyone have any ideas about a third? I’m curious. Keeping in mind they'd need to get along with Tim and Kon on some level obvs or why would any of them bother.

Edit: How do we feel about Connor? I realized the rep for Ace characters is abysmal and I think Tim and Kon would be really sweet and understanding compared to like, idk a lot of other characters in general. Tbh I think of Tim as demi but idk if DC can handle that Bi was hard enough for them. But then I think I’d want them to stay a trio too. Idk y’all is Connor around their ages I seriously can’t keep up with how DC rearranges timelines. I DO know it would probably cause Bruce and Ollie to get catty with each other around the holidays and that’s always a bonus in my book.

So many ideassssss

edit edit: wait that’s two Connors. I shouldn’t do this at 1am. That would also be funny tho.

[crow97street]

─── ⋆⋅i’ll bleed until i become beautiful ⋅⋆ ───

synopsis ✦‧₊˚ chan just wants to be beautiful :[

warnings/tags ✦‧₊˚ indirect? self harm, blood, crying, intense descriptions of flesh peeling(?), lots of self loathing/self hatred, 3racha besties 4life, jisung and changbin are worried, binchan besties has returned once again i fear, sort of like romanticization of death? idk how to describe it, also death is a warning, do not read if u are suic!dal this will not help, also i don’t encourage suic!de im just writing my feelings

notes ✦‧₊˚ lowkey no idea what this is but sometimes i wish i could rip my own skin off so here’s that… but in chan form🙏🤑(im sorry chan)

word count ✦‧₊˚ 1,937

song rec for this ;)

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Chan huffs as he stares his reflection down in the dirty mirror. Grimacing as he trails his eyes along his too large nose, his hair that just refused to grow any longer. He hates what he sees. God he hates it so much. He wants to peel away the skin on his body and switch another one on. Wants to feel the sting of the needle pricking his skin as he sews it onto his body. The flesh resisting the action clinging to the muscle below it, Chan will fight harder and rip it off desperately. A reminder that his beauty was never natural, it wasn’t something he was gifted with, it was something he worked for. In years time the stitches will heal, the scars will fade, nobody will know the truth of his appearance.

Maybe someday he’ll allow someone to get a close look at his skin, they’ll reach their hand up and peel away the exterior he built to protect himself. He’ll shed the skin that never belonged to him, show the horror that lies beneath it. He’ll tell them he was never beautiful, he had to become beautiful. They’ll scream and shout as the blood drips off the muscle and bone of his body. He’ll stand before them nothing but muscle and bones compiled into the shape of a human. The blood will stain the carpet he stands on, he’ll have to replace it. But he won’t, he knows he won’t. He can’t let himself forget why the stains were formed, why pieces of flesh lied upon it in the first place. He’ll watch them run out, run away, run from him.

Chan never did want to be someone people ran from, he wanted people to run to him. Feel the safety as his arms envelop them, hold them close and tell them things will be okay. Maybe his second skin would give him that safety, the safety of knowing you're beautiful. You're wanted, you're something that's worth more, worth more than standing in a dirty bathroom scratching at your skin till it hopefully falls away. He wants others to feel safe, that’s why he’ll never allow someone close enough to feel the bumps and scars that prove he was never truly beautiful. He wants to be loved, to be needed.

Chan exhales shakily and raises his fingers to the glass of the mirror, tracing his fingers lightly over it. He furrows his brows and rears his arm back to smash it against the glass. It shatters around his fist with a great noise, he feels the shards slice into his knuckles. Feels the blood trail down his forearm as he pulls his fist back again. Flying it at the wall with another powerful thrust. He grunts this time as the glass digs deeper into his hand. He feels the sting of tears in his eyes as he smashes the mirror once, twice, three more times. He lets his arm drop onto the bathroom counter as great heavy sobs wrack his frame.

He just wants to be beautiful.

Why can’t he be beautiful?

It’s so unfair.

Unfair.

So fucking unfair.

Chan shouts with a loud sob as he throws his fist repeatedly at the shattered mirror. The pain was addicting, reminded him he was here, that he was alive.

That he’ll never like what he sees in this god forsaken mirror.

He releases his anger, his frustration, his sadness, everything he feels for himself at the mirror. Eventually the pain registers and he yells, retreating his hand from the bloody massacre he liberated upon the glass. Chan flexes his shaky fingers out of the fist and drags his eyes along the blood and wounds. He exhales and moves his shaky hand down under the faucet. Chan flicks the faucet on and winces as the water hits his hand, he watches the water turn a light shade of red as the blood washes off his cuts. Chan turns off the water deeming it good enough, and flicks the bathroom light off to keep his gaze off what he had done.

Chan drags his body to the staircase of the building reaching the roof. He swings the door open and sits down a few feet from the ledge. Chan leans back till his head rests on the concrete, now staring at the stars.

Stars were beautiful too. He wants to be a star, floating amongst the others. All stars look the same, he doesn’t have to worry about being beautiful, none of them were different anyway. Maybe soon he’ll get to be a star, give others a sense of safety and comfort without needing to use a body for it. He won’t have to suffer any longer in a body that never found love no matter how hard it tried.

Chan exhales watching his breath leave his mouth in a fog due to the cold. Should he just jump? Get it over with now, leave his body littered with scars and wounds of self hatred behind. Finally become a star, become something of worth. Something beautiful. Chan feels his hand throb painfully. He ignores it. Chan’s eyes grow foggy as he feels exhaustion seep into his bones. Maybe if he falls asleep out here the cold will deliver him to the warm embrace of death. Chan makes his decision and allows his eyes to slip shut. A loud click rouses him from his - almost - slumber. A voice calling out. He thinks he hears his name, he can’t be bothered to check.

Hopefully whoever it is leaves him alone. He doesn’t feel like talking right now. He just wants to live in the sky. The sound of frantic footsteps wake him further as they get louder, closer. Eventually a familiar face comes into view. It’s Jisung. His eyes are wide and wet as he scans along Chan’s body, eventually landing on his hand, covered in glass shards and dried blood. Chan watches his mouth move but doesn’t register any sound. Is he dreaming? Is this real? Please let this be real. I just want to rest.

Eventually sound seeps into his brain, albeit foggy and quiet. “Hyung? Channie hyung please answer me, are you okay?” Jisung crouches down and Chan brings his eyes down to his hands. He’s shaking. Why is Jisung shaking? Chan’s eyebrows furrow the smallest amount and he makes a small noise still looking at Jisung hands. Jisung makes a questioning face then his eyes widen as he glances down at his own hands. “No I’m fine, but your- your hand hyung. What happened?” Jisung speaks frantically as he lifts chan’s injured hand inspecting it further, reaching his other hand to Chan’s bed of curls.

Chan exhales at the soft touch, his eyes slipping shut once more. He doesn’t expect Jisung’s hurried shake. “No stay awake hyung you can’t sleep.” Jisung speaks as he pulls his phone out, typing something quickly onto his screen and raising it to his ear.

“Wh’t r’ you doin’?” Chan speaks barely audible at Jisung as his eyes threaten to flutter shut once more.

“I’m just getting you some help hyung it’s gonna be okay.” Jisung rubs his hand up and down Chan’s arms in a weak attempt to keep him warm. Jisung sets the phone down and presses the speaker button before shucking off his jacket, lying it across Chan. Chan grunts again in retaliance.

“Cold?” Chan asks Jisung, hoping he understands his question.

“No I’m okay chan-hyung this is for you, I gotta keep you warm.” Jisung nods and scoots closer to conserve body heat. Chan makes a small confused face but let’s it slide, he’s too tired to care any more.

Everything’s a bit blurry from then on, Chan registers Jisung calling someone, he’s not sure who, and the calming ministrations of Jisung petting his head. Soon enough a second pair of footsteps register, still groggily, in Chan’s brain. Another figure makes themselves known in Chan’s line of vision, Changbin.

“Hey Channie-hyung, heard you weren’t feeling the best.” Changbin tries lightening the mood with a small smile, Chan just blinks at him. He’s tired. I think I’ll rest now. Chan isn’t sure if he said that out loud or not, he feels his eyes slip shut.

“Shit! No Chan, you gotta stay awake.” Jisung shakes his shoulder again, even more aggressively than the last. Chan begrudgingly opens his eyes to give Jisung an annoyed glance. Why won’t they let him sleep? This was for the best anyway. Jisung sighs in relief at the sight of his eyes and gestures something to Changbin. He soon feels a strong pair of arms reach under his back and hook onto his shoulders. Changbin grunts and lifts Chan to lean against his chest.

“Stop…” Chan whines out as he - very weakly - attempts to escape Changbin’s strong grasp.

“Chan-hyung you need to let us help you. You’ll die out here.” Changbin sighs as he bats away Chan’s hands again.

“Th’ts the point.” Chan exhales out and grunt as his injured hand brushes against his jeans, pulling on the glass shards.

Both men freeze.

They exchange glances in the heavy silence before Changbin grows more determined and begins dragging Chan towards the staircase once more.

“Oh channie…” Jisung sighs warily and follows them back. Chan groans the whole trip down, still pathetically trying to fight Changbin off, it was no use, the cold rendered his limbs useless.

Eventually they reach the bottom of the staircase and Chan has long forgone his feeble attempts to escape. Changbin was now carrying Chan along his back holding his legs around his waist. Chan felt sleepy again and rested his cheek against Changbins back to hopefully, finally, get some rest. This time neither man stops him. Jisung just mumbles out a ‘get some rest hyung’ as he pats Chan’s back. Chan’s eyes slip closed.

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Jisung laughs lightly as he finishes speaking to the group. He looks up and grazes his eyes among his friends, some are smiling, others are thoughtful. Jisung clears his throat and pushes around the last bite of pork belly on his plate with his fork.

“Yeah that was a rougher night, for all of us I suppose. Chan had glass shards in his hand for days.” Jisung snorts and sets his fork down bringing his attention up to the other boys. Changbin huffs a humorous breath.

“Yeah I remember it all too well.” Changbin swallows. “Is Chan still in the other room?” Changbin asks, slowly rising to his feet. Jisung nods silently. Changbin nods back and strolls down the hall to Chan’s bedroom. He stops and takes a breath before creaking the door open.

The vase instantly catches the attention of his wandering eyes, he steps in and walks over to it softly. “Hey Channie, we were just talking about you.” Changbin grins and grabs a paper towel to lightly brush off the dust that’s collected beneath the vase. Changbin nods at the vase again and drags his eyes around the room, he sighs and plops onto the bed. “I miss ya man.” Changbin allows himself to rest in the presence of chan before standing and making his way back to the group.

They greet him with warm smiles and bright laughs as Jisung jumps into another story about Chan.

The sound of Chan’s squeaky laughter echoing throughout his skull, now just a vague muffle. The vase lingered in Changbin’s mind, the flowers and vines that wrapped around its shape perfectly. The colors that warped together into a perfect mix.

Chan got his wish, he was beautiful.

[hergrandplan]

Wille's month day 6 ( @youngroyals-events ): Gaming

Wille is bored at work. Luckily, his computer has Minecraft

Read below the cut or on ao3 (354 words, M, minor sexual content)

Simme.2004: Can you please stop moving the bed around

Simme.2004: this is like the 5th time you moved it

ThatFroggyPrince: I'm renovating

Simme.2004: Shouldn't you be idk

Simme.2004: Working?

Simme.2004: Making money?

ThatFroggyPrince: I got boredddd

ThatFroggyPrince: everyone’s still settling back in from their holidays

ThatFroggyPrince: I have nothing to do

Simme.2004: So you decided to go play Minecraft instead?

ThatFroggyPrince: Pretty much yeah

ThatFroggyPrince: What do you think of the bed like this? Then we can put the table at the far wall, maybe flowers by the window

Simme.2004: I think it’s a minecraft home and that it doesn’t really matter

ThatFroggyPrince: WRONG

ThatFroggyPrince: it’s *our* minecraft home <3

ThatFroggyPrince: and change is good once in a while

Simme.2004: you’re so dumb

Simme.2004: I love you

ThatFroggyPrince: <3

ThatFroggyPrince: I love you too

Simme.2004: anyway do you want to go down to the volcano with me?

Simme.2004: I want to get some obsidian

ThatFroggyPrince: no

ThatFroggyPrince: I’ll die if I go to the volcano

Simme.2004: listen it’s not my fault that you’re so bad at this game that you keep falling into the lava

Simme.2004: please?

Simme.2004: pretty please?

ThatFroggyPrince: okay fine. But only because you’re so cute <3

Simme.2004: yay! Do you want to call maybe? Then you can worry less about typing and we can still talk

Simme.2004: maybe you can actually survive the volcano for once

ThatFroggyPrince: can’t :( I forgot my headphones at home

ThatFroggyPrince: You’ll just have to make do without my beautiful voice

Simme.2004: :(

Simme.2004: that’s fine

Simme.2004: I’ll have you make up for it tonight when I make you come so hard you’ll be begging for more

Simme.2004: and if you don't want to wait until tonight... (check your phone)

Simme.2004: hello?

Simme.2004: Wille?

Simme.2004: are you still there?

Simme.2004: wille you haven’t moved or said anything in 5 minutes I’m getting concerned here

ThatFroggyPrince: fuck Simon

ThatFroggyPrince: you can’t just *send* stuff like that while I’m at WORK

ThatFroggyPrince: what if someone had walked in just now??

Simme.2004: >:)

Simme.2004: Just wanted to give you something fun to look forward to ;)

Simme.2004: So volcano time?

ThatFroggyPrince: you’ll be the actual death of me someday, you know that?

Simme.2004: <3

[realredbanana]

Idk if anyone’s already written about how much I’m Your Man by Mitski fits RanWan (Mo Ran’s pov), but it hasn’t left my brain in a while so.

(Purple bold = lyric quote, blue italics = book quote)

Lyrics/Explanations:

You’re an angel,

I’m a dog.

Or you’re a dog,

And I’m your man.

　‘You’re an angel, I’m a dog’, reads to me as almost like saying ‘you’re kind/gentle, I’m vicious/violent’, relating the bad things that can be related to dogs to themself, meanwhile ‘or you’re a dog, and I’m your man’ reads to me as them calling the other senselessly loyal, to the point that the person sees them as, almost, foolish. The first bit really reminds me of the way that Mo Ran sometimes compares himself to an aggressive stray dog who almost can’t help but bite anything that gets too close, and the second bit reminds me of when Mo Ran said “Chu Wanning, you truly are a fool. You’re the greatest person in the world, and me? My hands are stained with blood, even death wasn’t merciful”. Mo Ran thinks himself to be a terrible person who’s undeserving of love, yet Chu Wanning loves him anyway.

You believe me like a god,

I destroy you like I am.

　‘You believe me like a god’, Chu Wanning consistently loved and believed in the goodness within Mo Ran almost ‘like a god’ would: unconditionally. ‘I destroy you like I am’, first of all, makes me assume ‘like I am’ means ‘like I am a god’, which reminds me of the fact that Mo Ran gave himself the title of ‘Taxian-jun’, with ‘Taxian’ meaning ‘trampling on immortals’ (iirc) Also, as Taxian-jun he ‘destroys’ (read: humiliates, tortures and, eventually, kills) Chu Fei in his misguided desire to humiliate him to “avenge Shi Mei’s death”. He, like “a god”, destroyed the one who loved and believed in him ‘like a god’.

I’m sorry I’m the one you love,

No one will ever love me like you again.

　As I mentioned earlier, Mo Ran seems to see himself as fundamentally unlovable, and at times thinks Chu Wanning a fool for loving him, so while I don’t necessarily relate this to any specific scene or another, I do think it fits Mo Ran’s mental state. Although, I could possibly see it fitting Mo Ran as the flower’s starting to really take hold, almost preemptively apologising for what he knows will come?

So, when you leave me, I should die.

I deserve it, don’t I?

　Honestly, this kind of reminds me of that scene during the time that Chu Wanning is dead, when Mo Ran is sick and he’s hallucinating that Chu Wanning is there to bring light for him, and he basically begs Chu Wanning not to abandon him, and then eventually says “Shizun, if someday you don’t want me anymore, please just kill me; don’t throw me away. It hurts too much to be discarded again and again. I’d rather die…” (that scene destroyed me). Alternatively, Taxian-jun killing himself because he couldn’t deal with Chu Fei’s death.

I can feel it getting near,

Like flashlights comin’ down the way.

One day, you’ll figure me out,

I’ll meet judgement by the hounds.

　‘One day, you’ll figure me out’, makes me think of Mo Ran realising that, some day, Chu Wanning will have to know about the almost unspeakably horrific things Mo Ran did to him as Taxian-jun in their past lifetime, and ‘I’ll meet judgement by the hounds’ reminds me of Mo Ran admitting to his crimes at the Tianyin Pavilion.

People always gave me love,

Others were never to blame, after all.

　These lines don’t really fit, given the fact that it genuinely wasn’t Mo Ran’s fault that he ended up as Taxian-jun and hurt so many people as a result of that, however, they could potentially fit with Mo Ran’s guilt (even then I’m iffy about it fitting, because Mo Ran acknowledges that it was at least partially the people around him who caused him to end up the way he did).

You believe me like a god,

I betray you like a man.

　Same kind of thing applies from the previous ‘You believe me like a god, I destroy you like I am’. Maybe combined with some ~ Mo Ran-typical self-hatred issues ~