#it's like ''oh you're dying? selfie time!!''

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re4r is trying to be really dramatic but leon has his metaphorical hitman agent 47 clown suit on for me and i will not stop with the jokes

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How You Play the Game Part 9 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You're too late for Bradley. It doesn't matter that you left your heart with him while you took some time for yourself, you need to move on like he did. But the truth is, he was ready for more weeks ago. 

Warnings: Swears, broken heart, drunk Bradley, angst, fluff (18+)

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x female reader

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Bradley sat on his kitchen floor with the half empty bottle of cheap tequila Nat left at his house after they made margaritas for her birthday. It tasted disgusting, but he was already hungover, and it was the only thing he had left. You and he had opened that nice champagne that was stashed away in his refrigerator five weeks ago. The empty bottle was tucked away with his pots and pans, because for some reason he just couldn't get over you. 

He just tried calling you until his phone died. He tapped your contact name in his phone, right there at the top of the list, no fewer than sixty times before his screen went black. But it never even went to your voicemail, and he had no idea what to send you in a text. He didn't even know what he was planning on telling you if you answered his calls. He just couldn't believe you'd been here.

He fucked things up royally by sleeping with Shannon. "Fuck," he moaned before downing a few more gulps, silently judging Nat's taste in booze and wincing. You were gone. Again. You'd been on his porch for about seven minutes by his best estimation, and then you left again after dealing the critical blow to his useless heart. You loved him. 

He set the bottle down on the floor and stretched out on the cold tile with his palm resting on his face. His floors always felt a little chilly, even during the summer. He could picture you wearing his socks around his house along with his jersey. He could picture you in the hotel rooms, sitting on his lap with all of the buttons undone. 

Bradley rolled onto his side and started to cry. You were wearing that fucking thing today. You'd all but told him you had been wearing it around for weeks. He closed his eyes against his throbbing headache and his tears and the overhead light and pressed his cheek to the cold floor. 

You told him you loved him, and that hurt so fucking bad right now.

Hours later, Bradley woke up with his stomach churning, shivering on the kitchen tile. He sat up and his stomach lurched. A few seconds later, he was throwing up tequila into his toilet and praying this was all just a nightmare that he would wake up from. Shannon meant nothing to him, and he was an idiot for thinking she could help him move on from still being in love with you. He crawled over to the tub and turned the water to hot, hoping a shower would help him clear his head. 

As he stood under the scalding stream, he leaned against the wall with one hand. He still had the selfie you sent him from his shower when he was at work. He had all the photos you sent him saved on his phone. He was dying to look at them again, but his phone was dead. The hot water was making him feel better and worse at the same time as he scrubbed every inch of his skin. 

All he could remember was the way he felt so good when he was with you for those seven minutes earlier. If he knew how to reach you or where to find you, he'd do it in an instant. You told him you were writing for another media outlet, but he had no idea if you were still living in New York or not. All he knew was what you told him about going to Anaheim for an exclusive interview with the Ducks. 

"Oh, shit," Bradley gasped as he quickly rinsed his shampoo out of his hair. When he was with you in Anaheim last month, you told him that you always stayed at the same hotel. The one next to the ballpark. Maybe you stayed there when you were covering hockey, too. 

His heart was pounding faster and harder now. If there was a chance you could be there, he'd go up and try to find you. Perhaps you'd let him try to explain himself and hear him out when he told you he loved you. As he quickly climbed out of the shower, his head was still spinning. He grabbed onto the sink vanity and looked around. His house was a mess. He was a mess. His life felt like a disaster, but if there was even a small chance he could see you one more time, he was dead set on bringing you back here with him. 

He fought through the urge to be sick again as he cleaned his bathroom while his bedding was in the washing machine. He finally folded all the laundry he'd been dumping onto his chair. Then he forced himself to eat some crackers before scrubbing the kitchen and making his bed. And all the while, he let his phone charge. 

When he powered it back on, he tried calling you again, but you were still not answering him. He tried not to consider the idea that this time you really may have blocked his number. "Ace," he whispered, replaying everything you'd said to him this morning in his mind. You mentioned that article you wrote about the Detroit Red Wings, but it was posted earlier this week when he deleted the New York Times app from his phone. 

Bradley collapsed on his couch in his clean underwear right in front of the coffee table which was still covered in baseball cards, and he downloaded the app again. His stomach was feeling better, his head was clear, and when he found the article, he started to read. It took him a bit to get to the part that he now understood was meant for him, and when he did, he read it over and over again.

I love Detroit. This is my seventy-ninth time visiting this city and eating the delicious square shaped pizza in the eight years that I've been writing for the New York Times. I've seen every major city in the United States countless times, and I've traveled all over the world. And while the articles I've written will live on in this format forever, the time has come for me to move on. 

I'm leaving the Times, but I'll still be around, hopping from city to city. Just maybe with a little less frequency. I left my overworked heart in one particular town, and I'm hoping to get back there as soon as I finish my next piece. Ten days just wasn't enough. I'm going to need a lot more. I'm ready for more.

He'd been ready for more since he met you, and all he wanted right now was to find you and bring you back home with him. If you loved him this morning, Bradley was hoping like hell there was a chance you could still love him tomorrow.

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The drive up to Anaheim was filled with tears as you replayed in your mind every embarrassing thing you'd told Bradley while you stood on his porch like an idiot. You poured your heart out to him while he had another woman inside. That bartender no less. He got back together with the bartender. 

This is what happens when you drag your feet and take too long to get your shit together; you lose out on the only man who seemed to really care about you. Bradley told you he was falling in love with you that last night in his bed with his arms wrapped securely around you. And you'd wriggled out of his grasp and called a cab while you cried so you didn't have to feel the pain of a proper goodbye when he dropped you off at the airport.

But you were paying for it now in spades. This was much, much worse. Your heart wasn't made for this kind of aching feeling. It was hard to breathe, and your eyes were stinging so badly as you parked at the hotel, you could barely see. It wasn't even check-in time yet, but you carried your luggage inside anyway. Luckily you'd been to this hotel so many times, they gave you a room that was ready and let you have the key early. You were just thankful it wasn't the same room you and Bradley had spent three evenings in together. 

Next time you stayed in Anaheim or San Diego for work, you'd have to find new hotels. As you let yourself into your room, the tears started up again. You wrenched Bradley's Padres jersey off and tossed it onto the floor along with your shoes, and then you curled up in bed. Your body shook as you sobbed and thought about the stupid golf ball that was in your suitcase. 

For some reason, you thought you could have it all. You took the time you needed to cut ties with Greg and the New York Times in favor of a job that would give you more flexibility with a boss who was mellow. You did that because of Bradley. He'd been right the whole time, about everything. But at the end of the day, you could have the job you never dreamed you deserved but not the man who you wanted to be with.

You napped for most of the day, and when you woke up, you felt somehow even worse. You couldn't stop thinking about the way Bradley had touched your cheek this morning as you took a hot shower. He was looking at you with longing in his eyes, you knew that much for sure. It must have just been a shock to his system to see you there. You should have called him back sooner. You should have done a lot of things sooner, but it was too late now.

An hour later you were sitting on the bed eating a pizza while you dabbed at your eyes with a napkin. You turned your phone off earlier when you stopped to get gas after Bradley kept calling you. The idea of turning it back on was almost too much. You didn't want to listen to him explain that he was sorry, but he'd moved on. You didn't want to read a bunch of texts from him either, but you had to turn your phone back on eventually. 

When you did, you swiped your notifications away without looking at them. And then you set an alarm for the morning so you'd have enough time to go out and get some coffee. There was no way you'd be able to sit in the same place you'd eaten the bad continental breakfast with Bradley. If you tried, you'd never make it through the interviews tomorrow. 

Eventually you fell asleep to thoughts of Bradley's voice and his big body curled up behind yours. In your dreams, you hadn't missed your opportunity with him. In your dreams, you never left him in the first place.

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Your alarm woke you up, and you got ready for the day. Your agenda was simple enough. Coffee. Hockey interviews. Then getting the fuck out of California. There would be no loose ends here now. No reason to keep your return date open ended. You could book your flight back to JFK for tomorrow morning. Maybe even a red eye tonight.  

And maybe it wasn't too late to extend your lease in Manhattan after all. The east coast suited you. California was probably an overrated place for you to put down some roots. It was all just a dream anyway, and you'd woken up from it yesterday on Bradley's porch. 

As you rode the elevator down to the lobby, you started slipping and thinking about his rough hands on your face. That was enough motivation for you to book your flight right now. You could fly out of Los Angeles tonight at 10:15 and land in New York as the sun was coming up. You were about to purchase the ticket as you walked through the hotel lobby when you heard his voice. 

"Ace."

Your steps slowed to a halt as you squeezed your eyes closed. He was here. You shivered at the deep raspy sound of the nickname he'd given you, and when you turned to your right, you saw him. He was actually here.

"Ace," he said again, softer this time as he took a tentative step closer to you. He looked tired, but his brown eyes were sincere as you really took him in. He was wearing a Toronto Blue Jays shirt along with his snug jeans. You'd missed him so much. Tears stung your eyes as you thought about how you had just wanted to get yourself sorted out before letting him know you were ready for him.

You sobbed softly as Bradley closed the distance to you, both of his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. He looked like he was in agony as he tilted your face up, and you could see tears in his eyes, too. "I'm sorry, Ace," he whispered. "I never want to hurt you."

You tried to shake your head, but he didn't let go of you. Instead he wiped your tears away with his thumbs as your lips quivered. "No, Bradley. I'm sorry," you replied as you cried. "I'm sorry I just barged in on you without any notice yesterday. And I'm sorry it took me too long to figure my shit out. I'm just really sorry I'm too late."

Even when you squeezed your eyes closed, tears were leaking down your cheeks. You should have been embarrassed as Bradley kissed your forehead, but you melted into him instead. "Ace, you're not too late. You could never be too late."

You gave yourself three more seconds of the comfort of his body against yours, and then you took a step away from him and wiped your eyes with the backs of your hands. "I should have never come to your house like that."

"I told you to," he replied immediately. "I reminded you that you knew where to find me. I wanted you to come back to me, but I thought you didn't want anything to do with me. Ace, it's been over a month, and I hadn't heard a word from you."

You nodded. "It's my fault. You moved on, and that's okay. I'll get over it." You started to turn away, not sure exactly where you should go, and then his hand was reaching for yours. 

"I don't want you to get over it. I don't want you to get over me." His voice was pleading, but you couldn't even meet his eyes now as he held onto your hand. "I can't believe I fucked this up," he muttered looking at you with the saddest eyes.

"You didn't," you whispered. "I did. That girl you're with.... she's the one who works at the bar. I'm happy for you. She's the one you should be with. She'll be easier for you to date."

"What?" he asked, sounding confused as you pulled your hand away from his. You needed to get out of this hotel right now. You needed to be literally anywhere else as your tears started to overflow again. "Ace, there's only you."

When you headed for the exit, he was in front of you, reaching for you. "I need to go. I just... really need to go," you repeated, trying to get away from him, but you ended up in his arms as you cried. 

"Baby, I'm not dating anybody. How could I? Not after you," he whispered as he held you snug against his body.

"You're not?" you whispered, wiping your face on his shirt.

"No." He kissed the top of your head. "Of course not. I've been a fucking mess without you. The last five weeks have been miserable for me since you left. I convinced myself I'd never get to see you again," he said, his voice breaking on the words. "And on Friday night, I got drunk and told myself that getting her to come home with me would take some of the pain away." 

You held onto his shirt and forced your gaze up to meet his. "Did it work?"

He shook his head as he held eye contact with you. "No. And I'm an idiot for even thinking anyone else could come close to you. You're the Ace."

You licked your lips as Bradley took your hands tentatively in his and guided them around his neck. "So you're not dating her?"

"No. She and I are nothing."

"And you don't want to date her?"

"Absolutely not. I want to date you."

You couldn't help the smile that broke out on your face along with more tears. "Are you sure? Because it's still going to be hard, even though I switched employers, and I don't know if-"

But then he was kissing you, those strong arms holding you in place as you tipped your head back. You had missed this so much, the steady feel of his body and the prickle of his mustache. He kissed you like he was afraid you were still going to leave.

He didn't let go of you as he begged, "Tell me you meant what you said about me in your Red Wings article. Tell me you still love me."

You smiled and pulled him closer so his lips met yours again. "I meant every word. I left my heart with you, because I knew I needed to change some things before I could have you." Your lips brushed his as you promised, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Ace," he replied right away, letting his forehead rest on yours. He was finally smiling now as he said, "Let me take you home. You should stay there with me. We can ship your stuff out, but you should stay."

He kissed the tears on your cheeks and then your lips until you were both smiling. "I have to interview these hockey players first. Feel like coming on another exclusive with me? Being my assistant again?"

His mustache brushed along your cheek, and he whispered your name. "Yes, but after that, you're coming back to help me organize my baseball cards after you change into a pair of my socks. And you're staying forever. It's non negotiable."

"It's non negotiable," you agreed.

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Twelve weeks later...

You dragged your suitcase out to the living room where Bradley was just putting the finishing touches on the new bookcase you and he got to hold all of your important things. He had lined up some of his dad's baseball cards that he got certified next to your growing collection of sports biographies. You actually had time to read now that you weren't writing on the road nearly every day. 

"Don't forget about this," you said, and he turned just in time to catch the blue golf ball you tossed at him.

His brow furrowed. "You're not taking it with you to Tampa?"

"No," you replied casually. "I don't really need it since you're joining me in a few days."

He set it down on the shelf next to the empty champagne bottle before stepping around the world's laziest dog and heading your way. "Okay, so I fly in on Friday night after Nat drops me at the airport here. Then you'll pick me up from the Tampa airport in your rental car. We'll make love in the hotel room, and then on Saturday we get to watch the Blue Jays play together."

Your boyfriend looked so excited, you ran your fingers back through his hair and kissed him softly. "We get to watch the Blue Jays together. Even though it's just a spring training game."

"It's a warmup for when we go to Toronto this summer," he reminded you. "And honestly, I'm just excited to get to do this with you." 

He was wearing his Blue Jays shirt again, the one he told you he bought in a moment of weakness when he was missing you in November. He looked so good in it, you really didn't want to leave right now. But you had to. Velocity Report had been more than generous with their flexibility, and they let you hand pick most of your assignments. You'd chosen major league baseball spring training so Bradley could tag along with you.

"Can't wait until my best intern joins me in Florida."

"Shit. I guess I really am your dog walker now," he mumbled, leaning in to try to kiss you as you laughed. 

You made out with him until his hands were up inside the Padres jersey you were wearing with your leggings. "I love you. I'll see you on Friday."

"I love you too, Baby. Friday night, you're all mine," he rasped as you walked toward the door. 

"Oh, before I forget, you should check my new bio on the Velocity website. Abigail just uploaded it." You watched Bradley scrolling on his phone as you left the living room behind with a smile and headed out on your next assignment

....Known as 'Ace' to her friends and family, she's likely to be trying out all of the local foods when she's working. But when she's not globetrotting to bring you the best sports stories and interviews around, she can be found in San Diego where she lives with her boyfriend and their extremely lazy dog, Blue Jay.

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Thanks for reading about Bradley and Ace! I love the comfort and care they so obviously give each other, and I think they belong together. Put down some roots in Cali, Ace. Thanks Kevin Costner from 1999. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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Hurt

Lily had a panic attack during her performance

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First person narration, angst, panic attacks, tears.

This was an important performance, SKZ prepared very carefully.I've been preparing for so long, I wanted to be the best for STAY, I wanted to be proud of me! It was a big award where we wanted to receive a big award, Daesang. The boys were tense, they did everything professionally that was needed. The performance was supposed to be with the song "MEGAVERSE" and everything turned out perfectly.

"What are our lovely lady thinking about?" Minho jokingly asked, patting me on the back as I was warming up in front of the studio mirror.

"I'm worried, Ho, I want to show YOU that I deserve to be a part of Stray kids." I bit my lip and shook my body before turning to Minho in a half turn.

"You are an integral part of us, and whoever disagrees with this goes fuck themselves," Minho said briefly, but very accurately. Lily laughed at his words

"What are you laughing at, it's time for us to go"

"And where are the others?"

"Seungmin and Changbin are now buying water for everyone, Chan is discussing some points with staff, and everyone else is waiting in the car. Come on,Bear...You're too slow"

I left with Minho, the atmosphere was quite tense and everyone felt it. We sat down in the car:I was sitting next to Felix, who was taking new selfies for Bubble and we took a selfie together; Jeongin had already fallen asleep on Chan's shoulder, Changbin and Hyunjin were jokingly arguing; Seungmin was listening to music on headphones, and Jison and Minho were pestering each other. Lily exhaled and whispered to Felix, "I'm so worried, freckle..as if I don't have the right to make mistakes."

"Oh... Lily..this is absolutely normal, our work anticipates constant stress. Firstly, you are an ordinary living person and life without mistakes is impossible, STAY will love you any, like other Members, you will not get worse from this," Felix said with a smile and took Lily's hand in his, he understood how important support is to her now.

Some fans literally used the phrase "I'm ot8, but Lily..."

I put my head on Felix's shoulder, and he squeezed my hand harder.

We arrived at the filming location, and staff began to prepare us. I had bright makeup done with black shaded arrows, blue lenses were put on and the tone of my face was adjusted so that it shone aesthetically, perfectly. My dyed burgundy hair was twisted into a lot of curls, and my clothes were a rather strict version, an earpiece was hooked on my ear.The boys were having fun and laughing, of course it was loud and noisy in the SKZ Dressing Room...I tried to join in their conversation, but I just made it worse for myself.I don't belong here.I looked at myself in the mirror, my throat constricted, I just whispered to myself:"a living doll." I don't want to be here, I have to be somewhere else. Why such thoughts?The first signs of anxiety.

Chan noticed my condition and gently patted me on the shoulder: "Princess,is everything okay?".I'm scared."Chan frowned and took me to the nearest couch so the boys wouldn't see them.He stroked her hands with his fingers, his lips briefly kissed her forehead so as not to erase the tone from her face."My beautiful one, you are perfect and everything will go well, you make the STAY and boys so happy. You'll like this performance," Chan patted his back and gave a bottle of water in his hands, "And after the award we'll go home and watch some movie, okay?"

I nodded and hugged him briefly, my lips were frozen: "Thank you, my love"

It was time to go on stage, I gave the boys a bright smile and we went on stage to the noisy STAY, it became dark.The spotlight fell on me, and I took a deep breath, ready to dive into the dance. But suddenly my heart started pounding wildly, pounding loudly in my chest, I'm suffocating again. The light became blinding, the sounds became unbearable, and the air around me became suffocating. My vision was blurred, and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. Tears welled up in my eyes, I want to cry so much, fear gripped me. I was engulfed by a powerful force that engulfed me, completely paralyzing me. Every muscle in my body was tense, and it was impossible to control the waves of panic that were spreading through me.I was engulfed by a powerful force that engulfed me, completely paralyzing me. Every muscle in my body was tense, and it was impossible to control the waves of panic that were spreading through me. I desperately tried to regain control, to suppress the panic, but it continued to intensify. The adrenaline coursing through my veins only fueled the fire of my anxiety. The performance I had been working so hard on was slipping away, disappearing into the darkness around me. The music deafened me, I looked around in confusion, it's time to perform. My body was moving, I didn't understand what I was doing, my body was working automatically.The reality of the situation has dissolved, and all that remains is an overwhelming sense of impending doom. Thoughts raced through my head, saying that I wasn't good enough, that I would embarrass myself in front of everyone. It was as if the weight of the world was pressing down on my shoulders, hampering my every move.It was my turn to play, my body continued to move gracefully at the same time sharply, singing broke from my lips, I tried my best to suppress tears and shaking in my body, just not now, please.During one of the elements of the choreography, I exchanged glances with Hyunjin when the scenes were going on at the frn while there was a part of Jison. Hyunjin nodded to me softly and squeezed my hand for a moment, and I smiled gratefully.With all my determination, I overcame my fear. The path ahead was uncertain, but I didn't let panic dictate my fate. The support of my boys and the love of art that fueled my passion became beacons of light leading me forward. "Welcome to the Stray Kids HOT MEGAVERSE" Felix and I dictated this last line together. The lights went out, and Staye's deafening support swept through the hall.When the last notes echoed through the hall, I was overcome by a sense of accomplishment. I faced my fears face to face without giving in to panic. It wasn't a flawless performance, but it was filled with sincere emotions and unwavering determination.The applause that followed was dedicated not only to the performance, but also to the resilience and strength it took to overcome my panic attack.I exhaled exhausted and we went down from the stage to the idol area. I bowed politely to my friends and colleagues. We sat down at our table, and under the table I felt Chan's supportive grip and Hyunjin's proud gaze.I squeezed Chan's fingers under the table.From that day on, I vowed never to let fear dictate my path. I knew that panic attacks were part of my personality, but they didn't define me. I will continue my work. I'm part of the Stray Kids. Hwang Lily will never fade away.

[gingerjunhan]

haii how r u doing 💟 can i request xdh with a doe-eyed s/o ? kinda craving some whipped bf content 🙏 tyy

☆彡 hi anon!! Hope you're doing well. Sorry it took me 5ever to get around to your request :( I hope you enjoy!!!

word count: 844 | pronouns used: they/them | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: pet names (pretty, beautiful, baby), dying (mentioned jokingly), lmk if I missed something!!

goo gunil

Gunil falls victim to the doe eyes the most

maybe it's the fact that he's the oldest, and therefore he feels the need to take care of the people around him?

or maybe it's because you have that man wrapped round your finger

you could be asking this man for one of his kidneys and he would probably still say yes

there's just something about your eyes and the way they shine up at him that make him bend to your whim at literally all times

and if you're someone who wears makeup... it's over

pair some sparkly eyeshadow with your pretty eyes and he melts into the floor

it truly is the sparkle that gets him

he never gets used to it despite it being the oldest trick in your book

but hey, he loves making you happy, so he really doesn't mind :)

kim jungsu

Jungsu strikes me as a big "personality > looks" guy (which he is so real for)

but there's something about your eyes...

he can't help but feel drawn in every time he looks at you

they're one of the first things he noticed about you in all honesty

it sounds cheesy, but he could get lost in your eyes if he was given the chance

they way they're always so big and bright... they're like gemstones to him

he's another one that isn't prone to The Look™️

if you really want something, you're getting it

he can't say no to his precious partner :(

smiling brings out the sparkle in your eye, so he's gotta keep you happy so he can keep admiring you

kwak jiseok

he finds you mesmerizing

often stares at you in a silly way just to get you to do it back

your eyes are just so big and beautiful!

he comments on them aaalllllll the time

he hates- absolutely despises- seeing you sad

the second your big, beautiful eyes start to droop, he’s scrambling to make you feel better

the way your eyes crinkle up when you laugh :(

needless to say he cannot resist the begging

when you look up (or down, let’s be so fr) at him, and your eyes sparkle with happiness and he knows he’s the one who caused it UGHHH

it melts him into a puddle every. single. time.

they way your eyes somehow light up and get even wider when you talk about the things you love???

he swears it’s the eighth wonder of the world

oh seungmin

he is whipped

like,, he probably beats out Gunil because this man is down bad

if he sends you a selfie during the day, and you respond with one of your own, he will be mesmerized

cameras don't do you justice because they can't convey the beauty as well

he has definitely gotten distracted in the middle of doing something just because you came in the room and looked at him

stopping mid-sentence and trailing off because you gave him a pouty look and he couldn't take it

he is at your whim

just look his way and he will tend to your every need, hand and foot

he loves the ego boost of when your eyes sparkle while you're talking to him or checking him out from a distance

hit him with a soft "please, baby? 🥺" mixed with your beautiful eyes and he is done for

han hyeongjun

he strikes me as another huge "personality > looks" guy (they all give me that vibe tbh lets be so fr) so when he sees your pretty eyes he feels like he's falling in love all over again

if you laugh and your eyes light up? he dies

you talk about one of your passions and your eyes get even wider? it truly kills him

please please please bat your lashes at him when you need him to do something for you omg he literally cannot resist

he is blushing and smiling and UUUGGGHHH

he gets so shy :(

he will go out if his way to mention something you like in a conversation that has nothing to do with that topic just to see your eyes light up

The Look™️ definitely works on him 99% of the time too

no "please" required, just give him the puppy-eyes and it's over

he just loves his pretty partner and their pretty eyes :((

lee jooyeon

this goes one of two ways

the least common way: you give him your signature puppy-eyes look because you need him to do you a favor, and he mimics your face and says no

the most common way: he folds immedietly

he knows you use your eyes for evil... but he can't help it

when they're the prettiest color he's ever seen... how can he say no to you???

he loves loves loves how your eyes look when you wear eyeshadow

the colors you use always make your eyes pop- accentuating how beautiful they are :(

KISSES YOUR EYELIDS ☹️

he is so sweet and gentile with you because he loves you so so so so much and he will do ANYTHING to see those pretty eyes of yours sparkle!!!!!!!!!!

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , @odesonnets , @weluvjeong , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

[changingplumbob]

Foster Household: Chapter 9, Part 10

Darwin: Are we going to game or what

Carson: Just let me send this selfie first

William grabs the seat by Onyx while Carson and Darwin get the spots in front of the screen.

Darwin: I can’t believe we have to have more classes with Mrs H

William: She is the senior teacher

Onyx: And the senior grump

Carson: I’m always worried she’ll give me detention again

William: I thought you were getting help for the OCD

Onyx: Don’t need to have OCD to be worried about her, I’m worried about her. Darwin you’ve got to try curb your antics when she’s teaching us

Darwin: Now where would be the fun in that

Carson: How about not getting your friends sentenced with detention by association

Darwin: Fair point. Oh come on, who threw that banana?

Onyx bursts in to laughter and Darwin throws a cushion at them.

William: Good game folks. See you all at school tomorrow

Onyx: Yeah I better see if my parents are ready to go

Carson: Any headway with Anya lately

Darwin: *sighs* I wish, she’s left me on read for two days now. How about your girl

Carson: *laughs* She’s not my girl

Darwin: She’s pretty, maybe she should be you know? It doesn’t matter that she’s younger if you like her, that's what I tell myself about Anya

Harvey: I think that dinner was a success

Kayleigh: So do I! Oh Reece called while you were doing the dishes and he and Samir are fine to come stay. Plus I let him know Carson and Charlie know about the werewolf business

Harvey: Did Carson faint with shock

Kayleigh: *laughs* No so I guess we were wrong about that

Harvey: We’ll have to keep an eye on him during the visit. Make sure he doesn’t get stressed about a werewolf being under the same roof

Kayleigh: Will you be stressed

Harvey: Not if he gives me grandbabies

After his normal morning routine Carson was delighted to see a text from Ariadne pop up on his phone.

Ariadne: Great news! They’ve opened the rink at school

Carson: How is that great news

Ariadne: Because I’ve been dying to go ice skating so bring your skates

Carson: They weigh a lot

Ariadne: Never let a little weight put you off! I like things with a little weight to them

Carson: Okay, okay, I concede

At school the news of the rink opening had gotten around and several kids had brought their skates. Carson found Ariadne at the edge of the rink looking at them with awe.

Carson: Have you ever actually skated before?

Ariadne: Carson, you're here! When I was little my grandmother took me a few times but... it has been a while

Carson: Maybe it’ll be like riding a bike and you’ll remember

Ariadne: I hope so. I'd rather not fall on my butt in front of everyone

Carson: So... got a sparkly costume hiding under the coat

Ariadne: *giggling* Do you

Carson: Drat. You told me to bring skates, not my leotard, it's back home

Ariadne: Always good to leave something for next time

Carson: *laughs* I mean you’d look much nicer in a sparkly outfit than I would

Ariadne: I think you look nice anyway

Carson: Oh, really?

Ariadne: We ah- we better get on the ice or we’ll be talking until class starts

Carson: Ladies first

Ariadne was first on the ice out of the pair with Carson close behind. He may be asthmatic but he didn’t mind something slow like ice skating. He did his best to keep up with Ariadne but he did slip over once or twice. Luckily he was behind her so felt pretty confident that she’d missed it. As the bell rang and he headed off the rink to class he missed her also wiping out.

In art class Carson was glad to see Mrs T back. She was always much calmer and knew a bunch about art. As she gave a rather detailed analysis of perspective in art he felt his skill grow.

Down the hall in social studies it was a different story.

Artemisia: *whispers* Hey Roger, yo mamas so lazy she has a stay at home job and is still late to work

Roger: Shut up Emi, you know she’s a social worker. I’m not getting suspended again because you can’t control yourself

Artemisia: Only my friends get to call me Emi. Hey Roger, yo mamas so old she was a waitress at the Last Supper

Roger: Don’t think being a girl will stop me from punching you

Artemisia: Go ahead. My Pa will sue you until yo mama is so poor the ducks throw bread at her, oh wait, she already is

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[midnightsunnyday]

Asmodeus's (very short) Dilemma

Mammon: Asmo. Asmo. Hey, Asmo.

Asmodeus: huh?

Mammon: you've been staring down into your coffee all morning.

Asmodeus: really? Hmmm.

Mammon, older sibling mode activated: ok, what's wrong? Tell your big bro all about it.

Asmodeus: oh, Mammon, what should I do? I'm the Avatar of Lust. People are suppose to be infatuated with me, not the other way around!

Mammon: uh...say what now?

Asmodeus: I thought I could deal with it, you know? But I can't stand it! I won't stand it! Why am I just the friend? I'm everything that anyone could ever want. My looks. My figure. My inviting personality. Yet I'm relegated to the side like...like...last seasons Bath and Body candles!

Lucifer: Asmo, it's seven in the morning. Please cease with your insistent whining.

Asmodeus: but I'm saaaaad. 

Lucifer: *sighs*

Belphegor: so that's who sounds like a dying cat.

Satan: couldn't you have chosen a different comparison? Now I'm sad.

Beelzebub: what's wrong, Asmo? Did the Ducci store run out of spider silk sweaters?

Asmodeus: no, it's even worse. I think....I think...I think I might be in love.

Leviathan: with someone else?

Asmodeus: yes!

Mammon: did ya look in the mirror today?

Asmodeus: I did. Even at my saddest, I'm still gorgeous.

Lucifer: did you take your ritual morning selfie?

Asmodeus: uh-huh. And it's just as amazing as the last one.

Beelzebub: ...want me to slap you? 

Asmodeus: what?

Beelzebub: the quickest way to get over someone is to have someone slap you. It brings you back to your senses. At least that's what they do on TV.

Belphegor: Beel, for the last time, those are actors. They're suppose to be dramatic. Asmo, on the other hand...

Asmodeus: and ruin my perfect cheeks? Absolutely not!

Lucifer: this is ridiculous. Asmo, there's nothing wrong with the way you feel. The fact that you're even feeling it means you've matured. Honestly, I never thought I'd see the day. 

Asmodeus: I'm losing my touch.

Beelzebub: well, you know what they say, to get over someone you gotta get on top of someone else.

Satan: how do you...do you even know what that means, Beel?

Beelzebub: getting on top of someone else...like a bun, right? A hamburger bun...

Belphegor: and we lost him.

Asmodeus: no, Beel is right. I think. How could I've been so silly? Here I am crying when I should just be honest with myself and go after what I want. Naturally, of course.

MC: hey guys. What's going--

Asmodeus: MC, I love you. Go out with me.

MC: hmmm, ok.

Everyone: WHAT?

Asmodeus: yay!

[secretaccountlol]

Exes to lovers with smut

Toxic peter a little bit crashing a date maybe?

Sigh… I got carried away with toxic Peter, sighhh!

So smutty ex to lovers angst you shall get!

18+! No minors!

I’m like the emo fairy godmother :3 enjoy!

Cw: unprotected sexy time, toxic Peter and toxic reader, yelling.

“I have a date with Flash tonight” you chewed your salad as you spoke with your friends.

“You have a date with Flash Thompson?!” You jump slightly, hearing your ex's voice behind you.

“Yes. Do you know him, Peter?” You grit your teeth twisting slightly to see the grimace on his face, not gonna lie it made you feel great.

“Yeah, we went to high school together. He was my bully actually.” Peter stated point blank, you just smiled.

“Awe, well you guess we’re just kids. I’m sure he’s changed.” And with that, you turned back around to face your friends.

You should have taken everyone’s advice to heart when they said ‘don’t date your coworker’ because now Peter basically makes your life hell at the daily bugle. Okay, that was an exaggeration but he definitely made you uncomfortable when you could feel him staring daggers into your soul.

Well, now that you think about you, you technically did take it to heart. You and Peter only started dating once he turned up at your doorstep soaking wet with rain and blood, in his Spider-Man suit. You spent that night keeping him from dying, somehow that made both of you fall for each other. But What was most shocking for you (still is to this day) was finding out the only reason why you're not Jameson's top photographer is because of Peter’s selfies.

Your work friends' giggles knocked you out of your thoughts as you frowned at them with dismay you just simply rolled your eyes, checking your watch.

-

Perfume, check. Purse, check. Phone, check.

You looked in the mirror, cute outfit, check!

You squealed as you read the message Flash sent you, even if the date didn’t turn out at least you’ll get laid.

Flash: I’m outside, ready when you are

Me: alright I’m on my way down.

You let out a puff of air before closing and locking the door.

“Hi, Flash!” You open his door sliding into the seat, flashing an award-winning smile.

“Oh well hello, beautiful.” You giggle as Flash kisses your hand before pulling away from your apartment.

“Hey by any chance, do you know a Peter Parker?” You reapplied your lipstick in the car mirror as you spoke.

“Oh god! ‘‘Puny Parker?’ “ Flash snickered, you glare but you're sure he can’t see it. “Well that’s not very nice, is it?” You pouted.

“Dude, yeah we go way back! Ha, we like wrestling a lot y’know! All in good fun.” Flash grinned.

Yeah.. all in good fun sure, maybe you won’t get laid today.

“Hey, we’re here.” Flash hummed as you looked at the restaurant.

“I’m gonna park, can you go ahead and grab our table? It’s under my name.” Flash states as you hop out of the car.

“Got it you can count on me” you gave him a thumbs up as you walked into the restaurant.

“Reservation for Flash Thompson.”

You hum yourself as you wait for your table to be cleaned, “Outside okay?” Your server asks and you nod as she leads you to the front of the restaurant.

“Thanks for getting the table, now where are we?” Flash sat down in front of you, grabbing his menu.

“Oh we were-“

You felt a gust of wind as a blur of red and blue flashed in front of you, there was no fucking way.

“Whoa?! Is- tha?” You hear a random lady exclaim as you try to close your eyes as tight as you can, he didn’t did he?

“Dude-“ you felt Flash reach to shake your arm. “Spider-Man freakin’ here at the restaurant!” Your eyes open to see Flash's face flush with astonishment.

You turn to see Spider-Man look straight at you, you quickly turn back around, “Babe! Spider-Man comin’ towards us.” You cringe trying to slide deeper into your chair.

“Ma’am?” You hear Peter speak in that bogus voice he puts on for Spider-Man.

“Babe! Babe! He’s talkin’ to you-! Spider-Man is talking to you!” You watched as Flash bounced up in the chair like a child.

“Yeah, I know, Flash.” You groaned, turning to face the oh-so-loveable-Spider-Man. “What do you want, spidey?” You smiled with venom.

“Well, ma’am. I need your assistance with something that cannot be discussed here.” Peter's voice bites back just as hard.

“Well, no can do spidey! I’m on a date, see?” You motioned to Flash’s dumbfounded face.

“No! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!!” You are seething as Flash turned to Spider-Man.

“Go ahead and take her Spider-Man! I don’t mind.” Flash boasted as you tried not to scream in anger.

“Thank you, kind citizen, I will not forget your sacrifice.” Spider-Man heroically replied as you rolled your eyes into hell.

Peter’s hands suddenly wrapped around your waist shooting a web leaving you screaming as you both flew in the air.

Peter leaned against the outside wall of your apartment as you unlocked the door. You let Nostalgia flow over you as you open your window next to your fire escape for Peter to crawl inside your room, he closes it behind himself.

“I can’t fucking believe you, Peter!” You screamed as he pulled his stupid-ass spider mask off his face.

“You are such a prick! What you just did was-was an abuse of power you know! You are so fucked up for that?! That was my first date in months, Peter!” You jammed your finger into his chest.

“You are such a-a toxic motherfucker you know that, Peter?!” You push him as that aggravating smirk showed on his perfect face.

“Are you done yet?” Peter chuckled, you pushed again.

“No! I’ll be done when I want to be done! You know what Peter Parker? I ha-“

Peter's lips pushed against yours in a searing kiss, his hands on your waist in a crushing grip.

His teeth graze your lip, asking for permission before slipping his tongue into your mouth. You pull away, trying to catch your breath.

“P-Pete- are you crazy?” You could feel yourself getting warm, you walked back attempting to put some distance between you two but failing, Peter was two steps closer with every step you took back.

“You can’t - just kiss me an-and expect me to just fall back into your arms again.” Your legs hit the back of your bed as Parker towered over you.

“Ya, I know that but I can try, can’t I?” Peter’s voice was low, it made you shiver with delight.

“You look pretty today, I mean you always look effortlessly pretty.” His thumb swiped over your lip, you bit him softly making him chuckle.

“I didn’t… intend on crashing your date btw, I just happened to be in the area. And I mean? My childhood bully? That’s a new low.” Peter’s hands rubbed your sides as he spoke.

You bit your lip, “Well, I didn’t know until today.” You let your hands run against the raised fabric of his suit.

“Yet you still went through with it?” Peter did a feigned pout, tapping his finger on your chin.

“Mm, partly because I wanted to get laid and also cus I wanted to irritate the shit outta you like you do to me every day at work.” You smirked.

“Oh well lucky you, you're about to get both wishes granted.” Peter hummed against your lips before capturing them again.

You let his hands explore your dress, his hand stroking the leg in the slit of your dress. “Can I?” His eyes search yours, those warm teddy bear eyes were now a dark void.

“Mm, yes. Zippers in the back.” You try not to giggle as he clumsily feels your back to pull your zipper, he steps back to watch your dress fall.

You watch as he goes slack-jawed as your fallen dress reveals your beautiful intricate lingerie.

It felt like if he touched you right now you’d burst into flames. You watched as his eyes traced the purple and blue flowers that dotted the dark purple bra.

“Matching pair?” Peter questioned.

You hummed in response.

“Barely even covers anything.” He scoffs.

You laugh, “Your turn bug boy” you shift your weight, as he pulls off the rest of his spidey suit.

“And you were gonna let Flash see this? Work of art?” Peter gritted out, throwing his pants somewhere in your room.

You scoff, “Yup.” Peter’s eyes were once again trained on you as he stalked closer again.

“He doesn’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve you.” His hands were placed once more on your hips, lips glided down your neck in soft kisses. Your arms wrap around his neck, sighing softly in delight. It’s hard to admit, but you missed this, you missed him.

“Oh? And you do?” You teased as Peter came back up for air.

“No.. not really, but I want to.” Peter’s hands held your face softly. You mumble his name as he lays you down, “I missed this” Peter’s fingers picked at your bra straps as he spoke, you lift for him to unclamp your bra.

His hands trace your bare chest, “I missed you.” Peter’s eyes gazed at yours, sometimes it could make you feel so much without words, it overwhelmed you.

“I know..” you muttered, running your fingers through his hair.

His hands trailed down to your panties, toying with the waistband as you nod allowing him to slip into them.

Soft sighs fell from your lips as he draws soft circles on your clit. “You’re so wet, I’ve barely touched you.” Peter chuckled, you smiled “Old habits die hard?” You shrugged, you could feel Pete vibrate with laughter.

“Mm, won’t be able to make smart-ass remarks like that after I’m done with you. “ Peter’s tongue peaked out behind his teeth as he spoke, you felt rip your panties.

“Peter!

His fingers prodded your hole before pushing their way into your hole, you hissed as they entered.

Peter’s mouth latched onto your clit as his pace began to accelerate, your back arched in response,

little sounds spilling from your mouth.

“Say you need me.. say you want me.” Though he was far away from your ears his words were close, soft like cotton.

“Peter..”

“Say it and I’ll make you see stars.”

“Mmhn…” you couldn't muster the words, you knew what it would mean, what it would do to you, to him.

“Peter please-��� your hands grip his hair, tugging him closer, desperate for more friction at last he pulls away making you whine.

“Please Peter, I was so close” you whined, “You suck! You know that?” Peter kissed your lips, muffled your frustrations.

You bit your lip as he pulled away, pulling his cock out from his boxers. You braced yourself as you felt him poke your entrance before he agonizingly thrust into you. You whimper his name, pushing down on his cock, trying to find some relief.

“Peter, f-faster! “ you feel your eyes getting cloudy as you pout.

“Come on say it..and I’ll let you cum.” Peter’s voice was steady, his kisses gentle, you hated it.

“You- mm- stop it! Stop..Peter you can’t just expect me to take you back! Just like that..” you wailed, Peter's eyes softened, “ I can’t handle it! I can’t handle you.”

“I love you, Peter. I love you too much, that’s why I broke it off. I can’t be with you.” Your tears leak out as you speak.

“Why?” Peter wipes your tears away.

“Why? I'm scared. I’ve never- I’ve never. Felt like this before it’s scary. You’re scary, especially your job spidey.” Your breath quickens as you search his eyes for answers.

“I know, but we’ll- we’ll get through it.” Peter's hands locked with yours, “together.” You sighed, he did it. He pulled you back in, and you let him.

“Okay. But now you have to hold up the end of your deal! Make me cum!” You stuck your tongue out, making Peter giggle.

“Your wish is my command.”

Your legs dug into his back as he clutched your hips

Forcing you to take all his length in one motion.

“Fuck!” Your screams fueled his erratic thrusts as he fucked you into the bed.

“God, you sound so good-“ Peter moaned, “You feel even better..” you let out a broken moan in return, letting your legs go limp allowing him to toy with your clit again.

“Oh-! God..Pe-Peter” Your nails raked his chest as pumped into you, as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

“Stay with me, baby- almost there” Peter’s voice brings you back, you focus on him with hazy eyes.

“Mm, that’s it, focus on me. Just like that” Peter’s arrhythmic thrusts gain rhyme as his eyes drank yours in.

“P-ah!” You whimper as he brushes your g-spot.

“Shh, I g-gotcha.”

Your mouth was open, you could feel the drool slip down your cheek as you mewled.

“G-gon..cum..!” You sobbed, your back arching, you barely registered Peter’s ‘me too” before you were overwhelmed with sensations. Your body quivered as pussy throbbed as Peter kept fucking you through your high.

“Mmm- I’m! “ Peter groans as you throw your head back, his warm liquid crammed inside of you as he makes his final thrusts, collapsing on top of you.

You both take a minute to catch your breath.

Peter’s legs tangled in yours, “I’m sorry..” his hand brushed your face.

“For what? Crashing my date, making me your girlfriend..again. Or-“

“I was gonna say sorry for cumming in you but, yes I’m sorry for crashing your date.” Peter groaned, pausing for a moment ”But I’m not sure I can call the shots on the girlfriend thing.”

You cocked an eyebrow, “What?”

“You said ‘making me your girlfriend again.’ You broke up with me, so youuuu have to ask me to be your boyfriend.” Peter poked your nose, you try to bite his finger but those tricky spider senses made him pull back just in time.

“I am so not doing that.”

“Yes, yes you are!“

“Are not-!”

“Are to-!”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“FINE!” You pouted. “Peter Parker.. willyoubemyboyfriend?”

“What?”

“Will.you.be.my.boy-frrieeend. Peter Parker.” You frowned, your cheeks felt hot.

“Mm, yes. I will. Try not to look so happy about it, haha.” Peter grins, planting a kiss on your lips.

Peter had truly won you over, again.

[lovemesomesurveys]

What did you have for dinner tonight? Nothing yet, but I'm getting Applebee's takeout soon.

If you were given a million dollars, what would you spend it on? I'd have to do the important shit like pay off my debt as well as both my parents' and brother's debts. I'd buy a house for my parents and I and one for my brother and his bf. I'd furnish and decorate and all that, too. Traveling, for sure.

Have you ever cried in front of your parents over a boyfriend or girlfriend? No.

What does your bedroom smell like right now? I don't really smell anything.

Have you ever shaved off your eyebrow before? No. I've definitely over plucked when I was younger lol.

Do you want to have a boy or girl whenever you have kids? I don't want children.

Your pregnant with twins: What do you name them? I'm not having kids. I can't even get pregnant if I wanted to, which is good cause I don't wanna.

Describe your outfit. Jeggings and a gray tee with two skeleton hands making a heart in the upper left corner.

What gigabyte is your memory card? I don't have a memory card.

What brand is your digital camera? I don't have a digital camera. I just use my phone.

When was the last time you hung out with your best friend? My two best friends I met online a couple years ago and we haven't met up in person yet cause they both live in different states than me across the country. We message each other everyday on Facebook messenger and text sometimes, too. And leave a lot of voice memos.

What is a movie you're waiting to see? I haven't really seen or heard about new movies lately, like what's even coming out?

Who was the last person to cook something for you? My mom.

Do you ever sit and think what if about something? Oh, all the time. About a lot of things. It's an awful game to play.

If so, what is it? Like I said, a lot of things.

What’s on tv right now? Something on the ID channel.

Do you ever stop and smell the roses? I need to. I'm always so wrapped up with my own shit and stuck in my own head and I need to appreciate more.

Where do you download music from? I haven't downloaded music in over a decade. I've been using Spotify for years.

How many channels do you have on your tv? I have no idea. A lot.

What are you most scared of? My loved ones passing away. I regularly get panic thoughts about someone suddenly dying. I have had this problem since I was a small child. <<< That's my top fear. I've experienced losing my maternal grandparents and that was incredibly hard as well as losing two dogs.

If you were given a chance to bring someone back to life, who would you choose? My grandma. But see, that's a complex question cause as much as I miss her and wish she were here, I wouldn't want her to come back and be in the same situation as before health wise. And she was in so much pain toward the end. I wouldn't want her to come back and experience that again.

Do you talk to any of your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend? No.

If so, which one? ^^^^

What is your mom doing right now? She's watching Tiktoks.

Are you currently listening to music? No.

What is the weather like right now? It's currently 70 F.

Do you like new music or older music? A variety of both from various genres and artists.

If you could make a law, what would kind of law would you make? I don't know.

What was the last video game you played? The last new Mario game that came out. I can't remember what it's called.

What is currently going on in the room you're in right now? I'm watching YouTube and eating peanut butter M&M's, my mom is watching Tiktoks, and my doggo is laying down.

Do you know where your best friend is? At their homes.

Who was the last person to comment you on Facebook? Her name is Danae.

What is your display picture of on Facebook? A selfie.

Do you ever sit and think about the past? All the damn time. My mind lives there.

If you could relive any moment in time: what would it be? My childhood.

Are you a talker or a listener? Definitely more of a listener.

What is one food you will not eat? Seafood.

Do you eat anything now that you never used to eat? Hmm. I don't think so.

Have you ever kissed the same sex? No.

When does school start this year? I've been done with school for awhile.

Do you ever shout for absolutely no reason? Uh, no.

Have you stuck with your new years resolution? I stopped making those a longggg time ago. I never stuck to them anyway.

Do you need to lose any weight right now? Nooo. I need to gain some weight.

What is something you want right now? To not be hot and be able to get some sleep soon.

Do you hate when you see teachers in stores? I haven't had that happen in very long time. It was always weird though the times it has happened. Like an animal out in the wild lmao. When I was a kid, I used to think the teachers lived there.

What always puts a smile on your face? Hm.

Where can I find you on a Saturday night? At home in bed like everyday.

What is the best thing about Sundays? Nothing. It's just another day for me. <<<

What is your music provider (itunes, windows media player)? Spotify. Windows media player omg is that still a thing? I've had Mac computers since 2009.

How many songs do you have? A shit ton.

When was the last time you had a period? I really don't get one anymore, like just some spotting sometimes. I still get the awful symptoms, though, so that's shitty.

Why do you think the sky is blue? Cause God made it that way.

If you could change the sky to any color, which would you choose? It's so pretty during a sunset when it's various colors. I wish it looked like that everyday throughout the day.

Is there anything wrong with you right now? There always is.

Do you hate when people stare at you? Yes, it's rude and irritating.

[lady-maria-the-wolf225]

How Donnie's brothers comfort him a month after breaking up with his S/O:

Donnie: *sobs* oh (Y/N)! I'm such an idiot! Leo: *sighs* thinking about her again? Donnie: yeah Leo. *sadly stares at a selfie of you and him on his phone when you both were still dating* Raph: *pats his shell* it's okay bro. I'm sure she'll come around. Leo: yeah Don. it's no- Mikey: *blasts the song how am I supposed to live without you by Michael Bolton with his speaker* Raph: *angrily walks up to the speaker and breaks it as the music dies down like dying batteries in an old radio* Mikey: hey!! Raph: You're supposed to comfort your brother! not make him worse!! Mikey: I'd thought that would've helped! Leo: No it's not Mikey! now get over here and comfort Donnie like you mean it! if this happens to you one day, it'll bite you in the ass one day! Donnie: *looks at his brothers* thanks guys...I hope I can apologize for that breakup and get another chance. Leo: *smiles* you'll get there pal. just give it time.... @kawaiibunga @raisin-shell @lazytyphooncollector @raphsweapondealer @raphslovemuffin80 @thelaundrybitch @shikobahkin @exovapor @meeplovestmnt @mysticboombox @nittleboo @angelcatlowyn @roxosupreme @nikitaboeve @selfless1978 @dai-su-kiss

[linn-94]

Chapter 10: Come what may

He looked absolutely stunning. Light denim jeans, white sweater and white Converse. In both his hands he was holding coffee cups.

He walked towards me and handed me one of the coffee cups. "I got the one you had when we walked through the city." he said. "Thought you might like it."

"Thank you so much Aaron!" I responded.

I liked that he was so thoughtful.

"Shall we go inside?" He asked.

"You mean through stagedoor? Am I even allowed?"

"You're with me silly and it's not like you've never been backstage here."

"No, I know. But that was practically only your dressingroom."

"Yes, and now you get to go through stagedoor with me, come on." He said and took my hand.

He pulled me inside stagedoor.

He walked directly onto the stage and I followed him.

"Wow! This is amazing!" I said in awe of what I saw. There was no special decor on yet, but it still was amazing.

"Yeah it's great right?" He said.

"Aaron, this is crazy. This is what you guys see every night? I didn't realise it was so big!"

"I know, sometimes I still have the same feeling as you do."

He took my hand again "Let me show you the rest of the backstage." He said.

He showed me around all behind the stage, every dressingroom and every hallway. I got to see Ashley's dressingroom. She wasn't there yet, but it was beautiful. I was hoping I would meet her sometime. I got to see all the costumes from the cast, the wigs everything. When we were done, we went back to Aaron's dressingroom.

"Why don't you make yourself at home. I'll have to take care of something real quick and then I'm back." Aaron said.

He walked out of the room and I walked around in his dressingroom. Taking everything in. I looked at all the fanart he had on his mirror, he even had his costumes hanging in his dressingroom. I felt at home in this room. It was cosy. I sat down on the couch that was in his dressingroom.

I took my phone out and took a selfie. I decided to send it to Melissa to see if she knew where I was.

A few minutes later Aaron came back and laughed at how I was laying down comfortably at his couch.

"You ok there Wilson?" He asked mocking.

"I'm perfectly allright Tveit, thank you for asking." I said teasing.

"I can see you're feeling at home on my couch, but I need you to get up and follow me." He said.

"Oh do I need to get out already?" I asked.

"No I'm gonna take you somewhere and I think you are going to like it." He said.

Aaron walked out of his room again and I followed him. We walked onto the stage again, but this time there was the decor of the 'Come what may' scene.

I was in awe again and Aaron could see that.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"Like it? Aaron I freaking love it! I'm standing on stage in a decor."

Aaron walked into the wings and got two mics. He put one of the mics on me.

"W... w.. what are you doing?" I asked confused.

"I'm giving you a mic so you can sing." He said calmly.

"But I have never sung on a stage before.. only in the shower. Let alone for a Broadway actoren." I said anxious.

"No buts, you know the song 'Come what may' right?"

"Y.. yes I do."

"Perfect!" He said.

He put the other mic on himself and gave a sign to a man in the back of the house that he could start the music.

Aaron started singing and the only thing I could do was look at him. Here he was, standing right in front of me. Singing one of my favorite songs from the musical. And he expected me to sing the lines that Satine had to sing in this song.

I was in trance until I heard him sing the following lines.

Seasons may change winter to spring. But I love you until the end of time.

Come what may.. come what may. I will love you, until my dying day.

Omg I freaked out, it was my time to sing. I looked into Aaron's eyes and he looked back and smiled. It was calming me down and I went for it.

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place. Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace.

Aaron took my hands, looked me in the eyes and started singing again.

Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste

It all revolves around you.

We started singing together what I thought was in perfect harmony. When singing Aaron kept looking at me with a twinkle in his eyes still holding my hands and I was the happiest I had ever been.

When we got to come what may again. He turned me around with my back against him and he held me tight.

Then he let go of me again so that we were facing each other. He brought me to the sofa that was behind me and I sat down on it with my knees. He did the same.

We kept singing while looking deep into each others eyes. Like nothing was around us and like we were the only people there. There was a tension, a good tension, a hot tension.

We sang the last come what may and then it happened. He cupped my face in both of his hands, and after we sang the last words to the song, he kissed me!

[carnavalesque]

haneul - getting red hair.

This is just stupid. That was what was running into her mind, constantly. She was a grown ass woman - and she didn't need any validation anymore. Especially not male validation. And maybe that was was spurred her reaction; because she didn't like the way Doyun gazed at her, watching her appreciatively, as if he really liked what he saw.

Heence why she was sitting here, on her bathtub, her hair red, while she gazed at herself suspiciously in the mirror. it was stupid.

Because she was really nervous, now. What if Hyonu hated it? And why should she care about Hyonu's opinion in the first place? She was really deep in it.

Fuck that.

She was a fucking ginger now.

And she had to deal with that. And while she wasn't supposed to care about Hyonu's opinion, it was very tentatively - and stupidly - that she sent him a selfie. She could always pretend she wanted to send it to somebody else, that it was an accident.

Her phone emitted a soft ding. Hyonu has responded - and alright, maybe she had shaky fingers when she unlocked her phone. a simple "cute :)". Oh. He liked it.

So yeah, she was a ginger.

And she kinda liked it too.

bai - getting glasses.

"Are you fucking stupid?"

Bai flinched slightly, facing Yoori's wrath. She used to joke with him. She didn't seem like she was joking now.

"I don't get what's wrong Yoo..."

"Either you're fucking blind, or you're severly dyslexic. And I know for sure you have no problem reading Jin's sexts during work."

Oh. Yes. Maybe he fucked up the groceries. Again. He could argue that Yoori just had a shitty handwriting, but he knew she wouldn't like the joke. And yes. Maybe he should wear glasses. He knew it, by the way he had to squint really hard when reading stuff. But honestly, Bai really thought it would fuck up his entire aesthetic. If Jingyi suddenly realized he wasn't that attractive, he would probably just kill himself or something.

But like, he had to choose between his relationship or his work. And as much of a romantic as he was, he knew his love for Jingyi wouldn't pay his bills. And truth be told... Yoori was far more terrifying than his boyfriend.

So yes. Glasses it is, then.

mingyu - getting blonde hair.

"I'm so fucking sick of this. The hair dye is not hair dyeing at the moment. I'm the only one dying."

"Drama aside, what is wrong with the hair dye?" Bai asked, looking at Mingyu through his newly acquired glasses.

"The pink constantly washes out. It's so fucking annoying."

"Well, stop dyeing it then. Just go blonde."

Just go blonde. Three very simple words. And yet, Mingyu had apparently failed to realize that yes. He could just go blonde. And he'll blame it on his stupidity later, because the impulsive part of his brain suddenly took action. It was honestly the easiest thing to do. And Mingyu knew he could rock the blonde hair.

He knew it too, two hours later, when he sent of the most sinful selfie to Milan, just to "show him appreciation". Judging by the way the older man was yapping in his dm's, he knew he made the right choice.

He was definitely going to enjoy this new era of his.

minseok - getting short hair.

"While the idea of you being a rockstar was appealing eight years ago, it's not working now. Look at you, Minseok. You're not suited to be a father, and it shows. You look like a very cheap copy of Kurt Cobain."

Not suited to be a father. Hwa said it so carelessly, too, like it wouldn't shatter Minseok's entire world. Like it wouldn't make him feel like he was not suited to be Alice's dad. And that? He couldn't have that.

Sure, he didn't cut his hair in like four years or so, always keeping it in a medium length that he adored so much. And sure, maybe going on his thirties, he wasn't making his best impression, with his long ashy hair. Maybe he needed the change.

Or he just needed his daughter.

He winced, tho, the first time the scissors ran through his hair. That was a dramatic change. But he could get used to it.

"I'll show you how great of a father I can be" he muttered angrily, running his hands through his now short hair.

yujin - getting platinum hair.

"The only thing you lack his confidence. You're already really pretty as it is."

While Yujin had to refrain from the irony that Chanwoo out of all people was commenting on his lack of confidence, for the man was a fucking mess when talking to Eunbi, the comment made him think. Maybe the confidence was severely lacking. Or he wasn't that good-looking - not enough, at least, to impress Victoria. He just didn't want to be pretty.

Changes needed to be made, then.

But looking at his friends, he knew he couldn't actually ask them about it. They would just sugarcoat it, telling him he doesn't need to change anything - like Chanwoo was doing right now - and that wasn't what he wanted to hear right now. Poor boy just managed to save his hair from the terrifying orange experience - and still, he was unsatisfied.

Blonde it is, then.

He's not stupid, tho. He's got Haneul carefully bleaching his hair, smiling to herself while checking she did not burnt his scalp - knowing him, it could happen at any moment. And when it was done, when he was finally blonde, and having to face his new persona, he felt Haneul's fingers trying to lift the corners of his mouth.

"Vicky's going to faint when she sees you. You're very hot, Yuyu."

Hot. He could get used to that.

jinho - getting brownish hair.

"Damn, you do really look like your father!"

That comment stuck in his head, the whole day. He knew that Minseok wasn't mean - or like, he didn't want to be mean. And yet, it stings. When he was younger, his father always hated him for looking a little too much like his mother. And now? The universe had decided to fuck him up a little more, giving him a picture perfect ressemblance to his own abuser.

Just about fucking great. Jinho was really this close of swallowing those pills, if the earth didn't want to swallow him instead.

"Maybe I should just dye my hair."

"Do we have another option?" asked Jingyi, mindlessly scrolling on his phone - most likely trying to avoid his boyfriend's thirst traps.

"Killing myself I guess?"

"Yup, hair dyeing it is, then."

Now that it was official, Jinho was scared shitless - he was never a huge fan of change, not the way his best friends were, and god knows he would never rock the pink hair the way Mingyu did. But the brown hair? That made him look a little less like his father? A little less harsh on the eyes?

Yeah, that would do.

chanwoo - getting brown hair.

"Dude, if you keep bleaching your hair, I can promise you it'll fall before you're 30."

Now, that sounded like a terrible thing. Something that came right from Chanwoo's horrible nightmares, like a sleeping paralysis or something, and he could not afford that. And sure, Hyonu was joking, by the way he was smiling at him, but the look on Chanwoo's face was purely terror.

He just really didn't want to go bald, man.

He had to play it safe - maybe he'd look like shit with brown hair but at least, at the fucking least, he wouldn't be bald. And contrary to all of his friends, that went through dramatic changes without telling their partners - or almost partners, because there was no way Victoria was going to resist Yujin now -, Chanwoo went for the opposite road.

He kept spamming Eunbi all day, consumed with worry, and having to know for sure she wasn't going to dump his ass the moment he wasn't blonde anymore.

A man has to know he's safe, right?

And god was he relieved when he heard her little giggle, the first time she saw him with brown hair. And a little proud, too. He managed to save his hair and his relationship the same day.

What a fucking man.

[roosterforme]

The Grateful Dad | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: When you lose Bradley's favorite possession while you're away for a work conference, he starts to panic when you get home. 

Warnings: Fluff, swears, mentions of sex and pregnancy

Length: 1400 words

Pairing: Beer Boy and Sugar! Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is an optional one-shot to accompany my fics Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time!

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You just had a hunch. Something was telling you that the timing had worked out perfectly this month. It could have been that night that Bradley made you a romantic dinner for your birthday, complete with s'mores made over the stove burner. Or maybe it was the evening when he'd come into your office while you were grading exams and spread you out on your desk. It could have even happened that Sunday afternoon when he tried on his new dress whites for you. 

But regardless, you weren't too surprised when your period didn't start the day it should have. You weren't shocked that it didn't come the following day either. You were in fact very excited when you had to find a store that was open late on the random Tuesday night when you were in Philadelphia for an academic conference. 

You took a stack of pregnancy tests back to your hotel room and looked at them sitting in a row on the desk while you called your husband. You would take the tests in the morning as the instructions told you.

"Hey, Sugar."

His voice sounded extra raspy through the phone, and it made you smile at the Clear Blue Easy box in front of you. 

"Hi, Beer Boy. How was work?"

"It was fine. I miss you. What time does your flight land on Friday night?"

"Kind of late. Not until ten."

Bradley groaned. "I can't wait to pick you up. I can't even enjoy the Hard Deck without you. Everyone just asks where you are the whole time, and the beers don't taste as good."

You smiled. Hopefully after you took a pregnancy test in the morning, you could tell him he'd have to keep drinking without you for a while. "I'll be home before you know it."

"You gonna send me a selfie?" he asked, and you could practically hear him smirking. You quickly snapped a photo of you all dressed for bed in his old tie dyed Grateful Dead shirt, and when you texted it, he moaned into the phone. 

"You look so good in that. You look better out of it."

You laughed and said, "Maybe I'll send you another one in the morning while I take a shower."

"Oh, fuck. Please do. And then get your ass home to me."

The selfies you took in the shower the next morning and sent to him were a big hit with Bradley. And you had to admit that your smile had never looked brighter or happier than they did in those photos. Maybe with the exception of when you and Bradley reconnected at your ten year class reunion. 

So you threw away all of the pregnancy tests and got dressed for your conference. And on the way there, you found exactly what you were looking for on Amazon and ordered it with a giddy laugh. 

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Bradley was waiting around, contemplating keeping his uniform on after work on Friday. He knew you would like that, but he still had hours until it was time to pick you up from the airport. So he changed into jeans and a backwards cap instead and decided to clean the house. 

"Good, god," he murmured, simply closing the door to your messy office instead of even attempting to do anything constructive in there. First of all, you'd get pissed if he moved anything. And second, the food wrappers and dirty mugs were your problem to deal with, not his. "She's as bad as Nat."

You were kind of a slob, but he loved you and he was delighted when it was time to collect you from the airport. His week had been empty without you. At times it felt like he was still living in that ten year period when he didn't have you with him; nothing was wrong, exactly, but nothing was right either.

"Sugar!" he called out when he saw you at the airport. And holy shit, did you always look this beautiful? Had he been taking you for granted recently? He really hoped not, because you were fucking stunning even in leggings and a sweatshirt as you approached him with a gorgeous smile on your face. 

"I missed you, Beer Boy." Your hands were on his neck as you kissed his lips and his mustache, and Bradley pulled you tight against his body. "You look cute in your hat."

He was going to take you home and fuck you hard into the mattress. 

However, upon arrival, disaster struck. Bradley watched you open your suitcase on the bedroom floor and gasp as you dug around. "I think I lost your shirt."

Bradley's heart sank. "My Grateful Dead shirt?"

"Yeah."

"Sugar! What the fuck, baby?" he whined in desperation. He loved that stupid thing. He loved that you always wore it. He loved that you kept it with you for ten solid years between college and when you and he reunited. "Seriously?"

When you just winced, Bradley took out his phone. "Which hotel did you stay at again? I'll call them. Maybe one of the housekeepers found it." He had pulled up google to search for the phone number, but he saw you smiling out of the corner of his eye. 

"Don't worry about it too much. I got you a replacement."

He thought his eyes were going to bug out. "A replacement? No, that shirt was vintage. Where did you possibly find a replacement?"

"Amazon!" you said brightly, and he groaned and dropped his phone. "Come over here and look at it!"

There was no way you couldn't tell that Bradley was pissed off as you stood and held up a hideous orange, brown and teal tie dyed monstrosity in front of him. 

"Oh, no. No no no," he moaned as he read the front of it. "It's all wrong! It's like that 'No Regerts' tattoo meme. And don't even get me started on the colors."

You turned it around the other way so you could look at it, and you calmly told him, "It looks good to me."

Bradley was sweating now. His priceless shirt was gone, and his wife had lost her damn mind. "Sugar. It says Grateful Dad. Not Dead. It's a typo."

You examined it again and shook your head. "No typos," you told him, smiling while he wanted to scream. And then you held it up one more time.

"Wait," he whispered. "Oh." 

It couldn't be. Could it? But the two of you hadn't been using protection for quite a few months. The idea of letting it happen naturally, if it happened at all, had appealed to both of you. Bradley's heart was pounding in his ears as your smile grew. 

"Sugar?" He pulled the shirt from your hands and tossed it onto the bed, taking both of your cheeks gently in his hands as he gaped at you. "Are you pregnant?" His voice was soft, so scared that he might be wrong about this.

But you nodded and said, "Yes!"

He hauled you up into his arms and shouted, "Hell yeah!"

"You're going to be a dad! To a little Bradshaw Bean!" you told him as he spread you out on the bed and very gently laid on top of you, making sure he didn't put pressure on your belly.

"I'm going to be the Grateful Dad! I'm so happy!" He could feel tears prickling at his eyes as he kissed your face before easing himself down your body and gently pulling up your sweatshirt to kiss your belly. After nuzzling around your belly button, he pushed your shirt up further and paused. 

"You are such a brat!" he scolded with a grin when he realized you had been wearing his authentic, vintage Grateful Dead tee under your sweatshirt the entire time. "Just for that, we're naming the baby Jerry Garcia Bradshaw."

Your hysterical laughter as he kissed and tickled you had him smiling for the rest of the night. And when you fell asleep on him, all wrapped up in his shirt after he made love to you, he ordered a newborn sized tie dye onesie. 

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This one goes out to @sometimesanalice for the perfect title, and @je-suis-prest-rachel for the shirt idea! Thanks for loving Beer Boy and Sugar! And thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[orvdescribed]

[ID: A mix of traditional and digital illustrations of characters from Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint. A digital sketch of Yoo Joonghyuk and Yoo Mia taking a selfie - Yoo Mia winks and Yoo Joonghyuk does a peace sign with a neutral expression, her hair long and braided falling over her shoulder. A text reply below reads, "so pretty!" and then the bubbles to show someone is typing; an uncoloured digital illustration of Yoo Joonghyuk with her hair its normal length, fringe pinned back with hair clips, including a star shaped one. She sits back in a relaxed position, wearing dangly earrings, a lacy turtleneck, a knitted cardigan, and a long skirt with ruffles at the end; a traditional drawing in purple pen of a selfie of Lee Jihye, Shin Yoosung, and Lee Gilyoung with emojis decorating it. Lee Jihye sticks out her tongue and gives the other two bunny ears, and they both smile wide; a traditional drawing in purple pen of Lee Jihye looking shocked, labelled "hair slightly dyed"; a traditional pencil drawing of Han Sooyoung, Yoo Joonghyuk, and Kim Dokja connected by red string - Han Sooyoung tries to pull it apart with her hands, Yoo Joonghyuk holds a pair of scissors ready to cut it, and Kim Dokja has it wrapped around his phone screen many times, smiling sadly and holding his phone with two hands; a digital illustration of Yoo Joonghyuk normally and as The Punisher, the only differences between the two being The Punisher having longer hair and a very slightly different build; a zoomed in section of digital painting recreating the promotional photo for the live action Twelfth Night, with Yoo Joonghyuk kissing Kim Dokja with a sword held parallel to them, Kim Dokja looking at him with his eyes open; an uncoloured digital comic. Han Sooyoung and Kim Dokja stand next to each other, Kim Dokja with a hot drink in a mug with cut of words reading "# Dad" and a "gamers don't die they respawn" t-shirt. Han Sooyoung has her arms crossed smugly and says, "gaming terms are weird. like oh you're carrying me? what's next, gonna hold me gently? cradle my head in your hands?" Kim Dokja adds, "you gonna kiss me? is that our strategy?" Yoo Joonghyuk sits in a gaming chair with headphones on and a controller in her hands and looks back at them in silence, unimpressed. Her hair is long. End ID.]

mew year old orv stuff

[spinkt]

Some wrestling thoughts, and I know I know I know just...pretend I have better interests or something. This just needs out of my head.

So one of the wrestlers in one of the major promotions is apparently going to climb Everest. By that I mean, I suppose, that he intends to, I guess? And while I do not pay too much attention, context clues would indicate he's supposed to make his attempt in a week or two, but he's...still on tv, taking huge stupid bumps?

And like, I have enough thoughts on this to be annoying because I don't even like him. I initially thought he was interesting but then I learned more about him and he seems like a shitty person, but in ways where I can mostly just be like "I guess it's this guy again" instead of someone like Jericho, who I actively hate. But like this guy (I do not know why I'm not naming him, his name is Darby) seems like someone who would be all "oh yeah I'm gonna climb Everest to show I've conquered the mountain" and all that shit, while not...actually taking it seriously? Like he seems like a dude who thinks he's got an active job and can handle pain so he can just do this thing.

Setting aside that I kind of feel like climbing Everest at all makes you a shitty person and there's no real way to do it ethically, I just...like, what is this guy expecting? Shouldn't he be there right now, acclimating to the baseline temp/elevation? Shouldn't he Not be going there with bruises and a back that's still cut up from major lacerations sustained when he jumped off a ladder into a real sheet of plate glass?

I imagine him to be the kind of Everest hiker who either gets to base camp and has to call it there but still says he climbed the mountain on the technicality, the kind who gets told to turn around because he's being fucking stupid and you can't brute force your way through oxygen deprivation and gets all shitty about it, or the kind who takes selfies with the Everest bodies.

And like seeing comments on here about him doing it is wild, because you can tell most of these people have no idea how actually serious and dangerous that climb is, and how easily you can get absolutely fucked. Like Darby himself has said in his promos that he could die, but it's always taken in a "look how dangerous and cool this thing I'm doing is, I'm so hard and reckless" kinda way, and his fans are like "omg he has to come back it'll be so sad if he doesn't!!!" And I just wanna link them to some YouTube videos so they get some idea of the prep and danger. Like it sounds stupid but you have to respect that mountain and if you go up there with hubris thinking you're better than everyone who "failed" by dying, you're...probably not gonna have a good time.

Anyway I think it is absolutely wild that a successful professional wrestler who is massively popular and active has chosen to possibly die horribly on a mountain that absolutely kills people, all to....prove he can? I guess?? Best case scenario I think is that he get, like, one or two camps up, and then has to come back down. He would be insufferable if he got to the summit, and it would be nice if there weren't another fuckin corpse on that mountain, but if he gets partway up he can always blame outside circumstances for his having to turn around, and everybody can think he was very cool for having gotten as far as he did, and then his garbage isn't adding to the trash pile that is that climbing trail the *whole* way up.

[armin-supremacy]

pov : bunny event, but make it MC

pairing: brothers(seperate)x gn!mc

prompt: for this years event, Diavolo thought it would be exciting for MC + datables to take control of the bunny event, leaving the brothers to relax this go around.

format: headcannon

genre: fluff ¿

You bustled around, the bunny ears atop your head bouncing cutely at the very slight skip in your step. Solomon pulled through, the spell going just as planned for the event.

To say you were having an amazing time was an understatement. Though it was supposed to be work and service, you found enjoyment mingling around.

"Enjoy!"

You placed the drink down in front of the demon you had been asked to serve, practically bouncing away with a smile. "MC!"

You turned at the sound of your name with a smile, one of your ears sticking up similar to a real bunny who was on alert. You squealed in excitement and all but began to hurry over. "You made it!"

a simp

undercover tho

lowkey gets jealous at how cute you're acting with other customers

dont you fret tho

hes got it covered

oh would you look at that, hes a vip customer now

srry other customers

gotta serve luci-lu only for the rest of the event

just HAPPENS to be in the fine print of membership oops

smug ass

that power kink gonna surge

will 100% throw in teasing comments

subtly tho

you nearly miss them

will try his hardest not to lose the cool when you tease back

again, subtly tho.

we got a subtle king here, alright?

pls ask him for a carrot

he'll die.

will tease the ever living shit outta you

"no, no you blew the kiss wrong. you can do better than that, one more time-"

mans cant hide his jealousy when he sees how cute you are with other customers as well

wont hide it tbh

youre his mc so what the hell are you doing bestie?

you should be focusing on him

your first

duh

most def will watch out for you tho

dont want no demon getting any 'ideas'

makes you work for a carrot

wink, blow a kiss, speak in a cute voice, etc

dying on the inside, annoying asf on the outside

cant hide that blush tho, nice try

yesssss finally a bunbun mc

hes dying, youre so cute

has been waiting to see you like this

make the garnish on his drink/snack a heart.

do it.

he will m e l t

gets hella flustered

definitely dying

all you did was call him master ???? it was asmo's 'servicing advice'

didnt mean to tease oops

take a selfie with him

please.

he never wants to forget this

will most likely info dump on how this reminds him of an anime called 'the seven demon brothers get pampered by cute bunny waitress/waiter/etc" or somethin like that

check on him multiple times throughout the evening

let this man soak up bunny mc for as long as he can, kay?

wanted cat mc instead

jk dont worry

but thats def something he wants to see

MOVING ON

another lowkey jealous ass simp

huffy boy

give him attention now.

now.

gives lil praise

"this tastes so good"

"the ears suit you nicely"

congrats! you got a carrot!

smile at him

please.

even from afar

just a small one

he loves it.

gets ptsd when the twister mat is whipped out

you kick ass tho, hes proud.

pics pics P I C S

prepare to be devildom famous

hes gonna make sure of it bestie, good luck

shamlessly makes request after request

"mc, can you blow a kiss?"

"perfect, now say 'asmo, i love you!' as cutely as you can"-

showers you with compliments

youre so cute how dare you

tease him

he loves it

will tease back

cause why not

mans is having the time of his life ohmygod

let him feed you this damn carrot-

we all know beel loves cute, soft things

absolutely smitten

ask him if he wants to touch your ears

flash him your lil bunno tail

he loves it

def will check on you multiple times during the evening

pls dont overwork yourself

keep the drinks and snacks coming, dont ask him if he needs/wants more

just do it

he finds it so sweet

you know him so well

garnish with a heart or cute message

yay, another carrot!

compliments how cute you look

doesn't bother requesting anything

doesnt need to

youre cute all on your own

gets really happy if you blow him a kiss tho

do it again.

thats not a request.

twister mat ptsd pt 2

i love him sm but

such a little shit ohmygod

ya know how hes cannon-ingly the most cheeky brother?

exactly.

"if you can make the heart perfect, ill give you a carrot~"

you dont get the heart perfect

its still cute tho

gives you the carrot regardless

makes it his mission to see how flustered he can make you

sucks for him, cause he gets flustered cause youre a master at comebacks hehe

oh how the turn tables turn

watches you with other customers

not as jealous as Lu, Mamms, and Satan but will def make a comment

give him special treatment, hes the bby of the boys.

its law.

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my very first headcannon! its a bit rough, im still trying to get into the feel of writing certain formats but i hope you enjoyed regardless~

[evil8keta]

got any general headcanons for each tf2 merc? :D

miscellaneous tf2 mercs headcanons

SCOUT

- transgender asf

- uses terrible pick up lines and invites his dates to fast food restaurants and yet he's wondering why he can't pull any girls

- looks approachable but in reality you really don't wanna deal with this guy, he's a menace. doesnt matter if you're his friend or not, he'll backstab you for money (literally, of course)

- has an energy drink addiction. gets really snappy when he doesnt get his 5 cans of bonk atomic punch a day

- HATES silence, it stresses him out so he likes to put on some music whenever he can. it helps him focus and overall scout just prefers to have some sort of background noise while doing literally anything. the only problem is that he likes his music loud. like, the whole house is shaking kind of loud. the other mercenaries hate him for this, because when they tell him to quiet it down, he instead turns the volume all the way up like the little shit he is❤️ the only way to make scout turn it off is to fight him. it isnt that difficult to beat him up, but it's still annoying to go through all of this yknow

SOLDIER

- developed a hearing difficulty during his time in the war. if you're wondering if his bad hearing is the reason why he yells all the time, then no. he was always yelling like that

- keeps bringing random stray animals to the base. the others told him many times that NO, he can't just bring in wild animals whenever he wants to! medic literally fainted the last time soldier wanted to sneak a possum into the base. not gonna lie tho, it's pretty wholesome watching soldier "train" some random field rodents. they bite him and hiss at him, but soldier sees that as a sign of their resilience and love for fighting so all he does is watch them with a big smile on his face. he even praises them with stuff like "GOOD JOB RECRUITS! I AM SO PROUD!"

- has a very strict sleeping routine and always manages to get a perfect 8 hours of sleep. he doesn't even use an alarm, he just knows when to fall asleep and when to wake up and does so on command. also soldier looks very funny in his sleepwear. he wears a night gown and a big nightcap that covers his eyes

- evil autism

PYRO

- idk what mental illnesses pyro has to but oh boy there's definetely something very wrong with them

- their room is very.....interesting. on one side there's cute plushies and glow in the dark stickers. on the other side there's scorched furniture and -- oh my god are those human bones?!

- theyre like those slashers that take pictures of their victims. pyro hangs these gruesome photos of people dying on the walls of their room, but to them it's just cute selfies with their bffs 😼😼

- they sometimes bring their teammates body parts or organs of the enemies as a gift. kinda like how cats bring their owners dead animals. this is literally pyro's love language

- i have one joke headcanon about pyro and it's that they're not a human. pyro is actually just 20 frogs in a hazmat suit carrying a flamethrower

HEAVY

- literally the most reliable person on the team. he's super nice and friendly and polite and kind and very very caring......ok can you guys tell im biased towards him

- the opposite of scout. heavy looks very intimidating so it's hard to approach him at first but if you start talking to him you soon realize hes very nice to talk to :) awesome dude to just chill and eat sandwiches with

- bookworm!! his room is filled with a bunch of different books, most of them being in russian but he has some foreign ones too. i think heavy is very smart but it's just that his broken english makes him appear kinda dumb. he struggles with processing english sentences and pronunciation. that's why he speaks so simple and slow

- if you ask heavy if he is medic's wife he says yes, if you ask medic if heavy is his wife he says no. its up to you to decide who's lying

DEMOMAN

- talks in his sleep. like a LOT. dude will literally recite to u the periodic table during his 20 minute nap

- even more patriotic than soldier,which is saying a lot. has a bunch of pictures of scotland around his room and probably even wears underwear with the flag of scotland. he's literally like the embodiment of the guy yelling SCOTLAND FOREVER!!!!!

- demo feels insecure about his drinking habit. like usually he doesnt think too much about it, but sometimes he really feels ashamed of himself for being an alcoholic. his mood gets very sour on these days, so to feel better he reaches for another bottle of scrumpy to forget about his worries.....and the cycle continues

- often looses parts of his body due to working with bombs and other explosive stuff. honestly i have no idea what these guys would even do without medic

ENGINEER

- whenever it's his turn to cook for the base he's like "alright boys get ready to get blown away" and then it's just another barbecue. not gonna lie though, his food is delicious. the mercs gave him an apron saying king of the grill

- loves fishing!! and yea he unironically wears those women love me fish fear me shirts whenever he goes fishing. he genuinely thinks it's stylish

- invents random shit for fun. he spends most of his time alone in his workshop so who knows what weird things he's making. most of the time his personal little inventions are practical stuff, maybe something like an automatic beer opener or a toaster that never burns the bread. but he's definetely making something more, something bigger. idk what it is but maybe i dont even want to know

- has a really strange sense of humor. you can tell him the funniest joke ever with the most genius punchline known to mankind and hes gonna look at you with a blank expression, uttering a confused "...wha", but show him a picture of a chicken in shoes and hes gonna burst out laughing. oh engineer you would have loved 21st century humor

MEDIC

- has like 12 mental illnesses. yes he's aware of all of those. and YES he chooses to ignore his symptoms and doesn't take any medication

- he did loose his medical license, but that's because he kept experimenting on his patients. he still does that, except now he's actually allowed to do it (well, not really). but other than that he's still quiet skilled in his field and his abilities are nothing but impressive

- a total drama queen. also he's pretty germaphobic for a guy that digs his hands in someone's guts for a living

- loves his birds so much. he forgot their names, so now he calls them all archimedes. he loves taking care of them and doesnt trust any of the mercs with his birds. but heavy is an exception, heavy can feed them :)

SPY

- gets even LESS bitches than scout does. LITERAL ZERO!! he miraculously pulled scout's ma but ever since then the man had a catastrophically low amount of bitches. maybe it's because of the balaclava he never washes

- horrible, horrible man. he can be responsible and polite but only if it's beneficial for him, other than that he's pretty rude to everyone he meets. he's respectful towards women tho, but that's basic standards

- spy is the inventor of your mom jokes. it's true, he told me himself

- don't tell anyone but spy loves romantic comedies. however he thinks liking romcoms is like the most embarrassing thing ever and really doesn't want anyone to think he's sappy like that, but in reality most of his teammates know he's a hopeless romantic and they really don't care

- is the best cook on the team, but very rarely makes food for the others. he always complains about how everyone else's food is bad and how only his food is digestable, but he never cooks himself. the only way to get him into the kitchen is to do something nice for him in return. smh

SNIPER

- neurodivergent asf

- ok so you know how some introverts dont like to approach others so they just stare at the person they want to talk to until theyre noticed? well yea sniper does that. like sure he could just go and talk to someone directly but why do that when he can just. stare ominously

- bird enjoyer!! brings medic's doves little treats when the doctor isnt looking

- has a VERY quetionable diet. he's like those dudes on youtube that eat moss and bugs and talk about how nutritial it is. sniper is used to staying long periods of time outside, so he's used to any and all challenges the wildlife can offer. he may look scrawny, but he totally wrestled an alligator at some point in his life (and won)

- he's the team's exterminator. if there's a spider in the base sniper puts it in a jar and releases it outside <3