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uhhlifeig · 4 months ago
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Skating - Dec. 27th - word count: 405 - @wolfstarmicrofic
“Jam,” Sirius hissed. “James, who’s that?” He pointed at a young man who looked about their age sitting outside the rink. 
“Dunno, Siri,” James replied. “Wanna go and ask?”
“No, Jam, we need to come up with a plan,” Sirius said, still whispering. “I want his number, James, help me.”
“Dude, I’ve always been shit at relationships,” James said. At Sirius’s glare, he amended, “But not my current one, I swear.”
“Good, ‘cause if you hurt Reg, you’ll be six feet under,” Sirius said. “Now, help me.”
“Siri, you could just go up and ask. You’re plenty pretty enough,” James sighed. “I don’t see why I need to help.”
“Well thank you, Jam, but I dunno if he even likes men!” Sirius whisper-yelled. “Help me, Jams, I’m having a crisis here!”
“Fine. I’ll ask him,” James sighed. He made his way off the ice and over to Sirius’s new crush, apprehensively tapping him on the shoulder when he was close enough.
“Hey,” James said when the guy looked at him. “Sorry, random question, but do you like men? ‘Cause my friend out there- the one with the long black hair- wants your number, so…” he trailed off. 
He should not have said that. Sirius was going to kill him.
The mystery man looked shocked for all of two seconds before he chortled. “Yeah, I like men. Uhm, yeah, that was quite the start to a conversation. Name’s Remus Lupin, by the way, tell that to your friend.”
“Yeah, of course. Oh, and if you don’t mind, please don’t tell him that I accidentally told you that he wants your number, thanks,” James said, already getting back onto the ice.
He saw Remus nod, and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Sirius,” James said, sneaking up on his friend. “Good news, he likes men. Oh, and his name’s Remus. Now go ask him, or I’m never dealing with your love life again.”
Sirius took a deep breath before making his way over to where Remus sat. James watched as they engaged in conversation, smiling the whole time. 
Finally, Sirius made his way back over to James with a wide grin on his face. “Jam!” he yelled. “Jam, I have his number now!”
“Congrats!” James smiled. Thank fuck, Remus didn’t spill the beans, he thought.
“Now, Jam, do you think I should take him skating or to the park for our first date?” Sirius asked excitedly.
James groaned. 
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sillyshadow · 4 months ago
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first kiss
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deepspacenova · 2 months ago
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Zayne teaching you & Caleb how to touch each other HCs
Zayne x Caleb (x Reader)
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Inspired by the replies in this post about Zayne and Caleb being each others' firsts and how Zayne would revel in being the bridge between you and Caleb during sex.
I wrote some HCs for Zayne x Sylus a while back (incidentally, also influenced by @leighsartworks216 - aka the equally lovely and evil genius on my shoulder) so... let's call this a spin-off?
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Caleb and Zayne become each other's firsts and it starts off very awkward, they're doing it for the sole reason of not botching up their chance with you but;
Unexpected side effect after a few times? They ended up mildly obsessed with each other (physically). "Practice" became more of an excuse than a reason yknow (Like, did they really need to 'practice' in an empty classroom at school for your sake??);
Needless to say, Caleb and Zayne knew exactly what made the other tick in bed by the time they parted ways;
You and Zayne have been together for a while, so of course you know what he likes, every sensitive spot, every sound he makes when you touch him in the right places;
Now that the three of you are together and you know about Zayne and Caleb's history, something hits you at an inconvenient moment: Zayne is behind you, panting into your throat, while Caleb’s chest brushes against yours, his eyes dark, breaths uneven;
Your fingers hover uncertainly over Caleb’s jaw when he leans in. You know how to touch a man, obviously, but with Caleb, it’s new, and it’s been so long, and you don’t know what to do yet, but… Zayne does, you realize;
Ever-attentive Zayne feels your hesitation, realizes what's going on, and immediately starts to put you at ease: tracing the tip of his nose down your neck, he shoots his gaze to Caleb and commands, “Lie back.”
Zayne starts with kissing, his voice soft in your ear. "He likes it when you bite. Not too hard- just enough to make him chase after it." When you test it, press your teeth and tongue against Caleb’s bottom lip and slowly suck it and tug, Caleb growls, gripping your hips;
As your proud smile brushes against Caleb's, Zayne's fingers ghost over your jaw. "Again. A little rougher." To which Caleb sighs, nearly whimpers into your mouth, hands gripping the back of your neck as he scrapes his top teeth against the inside of your lower lip;
The touching starts off slow as Zayne guides your fingers over Caleb’s abdominals. "Lower. Press just a little- yes, there." Caleb exhales sharply at the touch where his hip meets his inner thigh, eyelids lowering, muscles tightening.
Sometimes, if Caleb's done something to goad him or push his buttons, Zayne uses his evol, applying a flash of cold to Caleb's lips, neck, shoulder, hip, that you love to melt and soothe by dragging your tongue over them. Caleb's groans make the torture even more worth it;
More often though, Zayne slides his laced fingers with yours down Caleb's torso, directing your movements as every gentle command heats another inch of your skin, "Try- no, lighter. Mm. Now drag your nails until you get to his-" Caleb groans, hips lifting slightly;
"I think pip-squeak’s got it, Z,” but he can only gasp when Zayne leans down and kisses Caleb himself in response, slow and wet and deep;
You watch the movement of their lips, breath catching as one of Caleb’s hands tightens around your waist and his other fists Zayne’s hair. Zayne just hums, satisfied that he was right as he pulls away, kisses you, the flavor of Caleb still on his lips, and says, “Your turn.”
In fact, Zayne revels in knowing he’s the one in charge in this situation. The who bridges the gap between you both. The one who’s making it work. Caleb may be the one with the evol to literally control things, but here? Zayne was the one who pulled the three of you together;
He’s not afraid to boast about it in his subtle way either, like when Caleb's kissing you, Zayne watches intently for a few moments before pulling Caleb away by the nape of his neck, murmuring, "Not like that. Let me show you,” kissing you in a way that makes Caleb growl under his breath;
At the end of the day, though, Zayne takes the most pleasure in being the one to show Caleb how to touch you;
It's his win against Caleb, his trophy in their competition of "may the best man win you" because it's Zayne who's whispering in Caleb's ear, or guiding Caleb's hands all over the body of his obsession: you;
Neither of them says they’re competing of course, but it’s so obvious to you that they are when your ringing ears catch a smug “Pip-squeak came harder when I was down there” while Zayne licks his lips. To which Zayne grabs him by the root, eliciting a full-body shudder from Caleb when he murmurs, “Are you sure about that?”
Sometimes, Caleb retaliates by pressing one palm between your legs and the other into Zayne's throat. "Tell me something, Doctor. If I move my hand here, what sound will pip-squeak make?" Zayne's smile is small, and his voice is breathless when he shoots back, "You wish you knew like I did.";
That’s when Caleb is pushed to his limit. He's used to giving orders, not heeding them. And he's still full of raw power — I mean, he’s a high school jock turned military adult with the ability to control gravity — so when he finally has enough of Zayne’s teasing? Caleb pins him down with his evol, leaving Zayne gasping for breath;
What’s your favorite part of this? That comes a while later, when your hesitation is gone. When you’re reassured that Zayne and Caleb are in the palm of your hand. When you and Caleb find your rhythm and finally, finally team up against Zayne;
You and Caleb have every intention of teasing Zayne until he’s a pleading mess. Caleb's pinning him down with his evol as you hover over Zayne’s tip, just barely brushing over him before you straighten your thighs just out of reach. “Be good,” you taunt softly, bending forward to let your lips brush his;
You forget that Caleb’s behind you though, and that the sight of you in front of him and showering Zayne with so much attention could only lead to-
A sharp gasp is torn from your throat as Caleb uses his evol on you, forcing your body down down down with a, "You two were taking too long. Thought I’d help out.” Meanwhile, all you and Zayne can do is groan and pant, the breathless as he's forcefully stuffed into you;
The aftermath is the only time Zayne and Caleb set aside their competitive streak and become perfectly in sync;
Zayne focuses on the physical, on cleaning you up with a warm cloth, wiping you down with slow, careful strokes. Every pass of fabric is followed by a kiss on your thighs, stomach, shoulder, wherever marks were left. It's methodical and grounding, not just for you but for him.;
Caleb, on the other hand, focuses on the emotional, shushing your lingering cries. Stamping words of praise into your temple, your cheek, your eyelids. Each time you tremble or shudder he tucks your face into his neck, feeling his own lungs calm in tandem with yours when your lips brush his necklace;
When Zayne joins you both, he hooks your leg over his hips and rests his head in the crook of Caleb's elbow, nose pressed against your head, which rises and falls on Caleb's shoulder;
But their competition will come back again tomorrow, the teasing, the push and pull, the battle for control. And the need to see who could wreck you the best.
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baatarthefirst · 3 months ago
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So he's retired military, right?
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I mean, this guy goes into battle armed with pastries and a rolling pin, and kicks supercharged asses. He must have been the biggest badass west of the border in his time. If this man didn't raise an orphaned Sarai and Amaya, he at least trained them. After the girls grew big and strong enough to take his place, he retired to focus on his passion; baking. As princess, Sarai got him appointed to the palace (free jelly tarts!) and the rest is history.
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basil--and--sage · 5 months ago
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Favourite Dwalin headcanon: he's a tough bastard AND simultaneously the biggest softie.
After the barrel chase, in the span of an hour, he probably gave both Fíli and Kíli a smacker on the forehead and was like "Were the Elves mean to you, little nuggets 😭", and then went and planned to drown Bard in the frozen lake in cold blood.
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max-the-silly-guy · 10 months ago
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Oh my god they're so fucking gay
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mockingjaylad · 8 months ago
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Family drawing time !!
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bmhcdnsms · 1 year ago
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protective ! biker boyfriend headcanons
[male reader] - fem alligned, minors / ageless, and blank blogs dni or u will be blocked !
protective ! biker bf . . . who doesn't let you go anywhere without him. exclusively rides his bike, he knows how to drive a regular car, just chooses not to, and trust everytime he picks you up, it's with his bike humming in the background, waiting to be ridden.
"there's my pretty boy," he flirts, leaning down the moment you open the door and stealing a kiss from you. and when he feels the way you so naturally kiss back, he can't help but go in for another. and then another. he gets a total of five kisses before he's satisfied.
"remind me why we need to take your loud ass bike to the conveinence store, luci?" his full name is lucian, but the nickname luci was coined after you guys got really comfortable in your relationship. and he loves it. only when it comes from your lips, of course.
"everyone in this shit town needs to know whenever we go anywhere," he explains simply, taking off of his thick leather jacket (he has another layer of a thick, long sleeve, specially made for bikers, shirt underneath) and holding it open for you to wear, "plus, it gives me an excuse to see you in my gear. makes you so sexy," he teases, leaning down to give you another surprise kiss before shoving the helmet down onto your head.
now you're wearing your own helmet, his jacket, and riding on the back of his bike with your arms tightly bound around his waist.
protective ! biker bf . . . who spoils you rotten. he wants to treat you to the most lavish of experiences and he'll deliver them to you with you on the back of his bike or take you to those places with you riding on the back of said bike.
the revving of a familiar, loud engine makes you roll out of bed with a pissed off look on your face. you tug the curtains open, looking at your boyfriend at the end of your lawn with your arms crossed over your chest. since he's not that far, you can see how cheesily wide his grin is.
you open the window, knowing that he'll start throwing pebbles at it if you don't, and lean out into the open night air.
"you trying to wake the whole place, luci?" the usage of the nickname shows to him that you're not actually mad at him.
"no, just you, my love," he says, sauntering across the lawn with his hands behind his back, "wanted to give you a late night gift,"
he reveals a huge bouquet of roses that were hiding behind his back.
"luci," your tone is unique; showing that you're flattered and embarassed in the lavish, sweet gift, but also scolding in some sense because of how late it was for him to be doing this.
"[nameee]," he says, in the same candence. he walks over, putting the stems into his mouth and biting down as he works on climbing up to your window. and when he's finally arrived to your heigth, he's handing you the roses with a grin, "for my boy,"
"you're such a romantic," you tease, not finding the will to be mad at him anymore. not when he looks so perfect with his messy hair and smirking face. "c'mere," you say, leaning forward with your hand already on his cheek.
he welcomes the affection with ease, pressing into you and grabbing you by the waist to keep you stationed right where he wants you. it takes smacking his chest to make him let you go, revealing his smirking, proud face on display for you to glare at.
"thank you, baby, they're really pretty," you say, pecking him once more before turning away to set them on the table.
"i got the best out of the bunch for you, pretty boy," he says, kicking off of the window sill and shedding off his jacket and boots. soon, he's collapsing onto your bed and waiting for you to join him, "think i get some cuddles for this grand gesture now."
"oh, do you, really?" you tease, yelping when he suddenly pulls you down to lay with him, laughing as his fingers tickle your sides.
"some cuddles and some more?" he says with a wink, making you roll your eyes.
"shut up."
protective ! biker bf . . . who makes it very obvious you're taken. he's got you two matching jewelry, you're his lockscreen and homescreen, he's your lockscreen (he let you have your homescreen be whatever you wanted it to be...the lockscreen is what mattesr most anyway because that's the one that everyone sees), he's got a bracelet on his wrist with your name spelt out in childish beads, he's got a necklace with a heart locket that has a picture of you two, he has your name tattooed- just kidding, he doesn't...but keep an eye on him because he's been genuinely thinking of getting one.
"baby, you're not wearing it," your supposedly tough boyfriend whines as you're both about to leave, "wear it!" he childishly whines again.
he's talking about his letterman jacket that he got custom made with his last name on the back and the emblem of his biker gang on the back.
it's not a serious group - in the sense they go around causing purposeful trouble, but still he wanted to have some sort of physical proof to show that it was a sentimental thing for him. he never let anyone else wear it, but you and him too.
"i have my own jacket..."
you just killed him. he's writhing on the floor in immense pain as he clutches his chest and cries out for mercy. his dramatic tantrum won't be held over until that jacket is around your shoulders, so you better just put it on to make him shut up.
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his lockscreen is a photo of you hugging him from behind while he has his helmet on. your kissing the top of the hard shell, a smile on your lips and a masked one on his. it's a selfie, so you're looking right at the camera with a crinkle in your eyes from your wide smile.
his homescreen is a photo of you and him resting in bed. he doesn't have his shirt on so your head is just resting on his bare chest. and you're sleepy, completely unaware of the photo he's taking of you. he's sleepily grinning ear to ear as he looks down at you though, so enamored by how cute you are. if you squint, you can see the initials of your name inked into his collarbone - which is only a couple inches away from where your head is resting.
protective ! biker bf . . . who uses his easily intimidating stance to scare off anyone that comes up to you two. in any situation, he's standing very close by and very ready to bite at anyone that gets too close (metaphorically, of course...).
the tent restaurant you were sitting in had to be one of your favorites. they served the best food, were run by a cute old lady, and had a good crowd surrounding you two. his leather jacket was thrown over your shoulders to keep you warm, since air did keep coming into the place, and he was sat right across from you.
the plastic table had all types of food scattered everywhere and his eyes practically had stars in them.
"which one do you want, babe?" he said, already getting ready to give you a big portion of the food that you both ordered.
you told him which one with a grateful smile, kissing his hand quickly as he was reaching out for some of the delicious food to plate for you. he blushed profusely, cursing you for being so "adorable" and flustering him so much for no reason.
"i just have the best boy-"
"sorry, excuse me, but you dropped your napkin," a stranger passing by said, bending over and picking up the cloth that had fallen from your lap and onto the ground.
you took it from the man's hold, ignoring the way your fingers brushed against his, and politely thanked him.
"thank-"
"here, don't use that one now since it's dirty, babe," lucian says quickly, grabbing it from your hand before you can return it to its previous position. instead, he hands you his and gently smiles, "use mine,"
"what? no, you don't have to," you scold, looking at him with a warning look. you would be fine with your own napkin anyway, plus you didn't want him to eat without one.
the stranger looked at the exchange with a sheepish smile, then directed his next words to you, "if you would like, i could get you another one from a staff member?"
"that would be gr-"
"we don't need your help, man, just scram already," lucian sighs, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. as if he was incredibly stressed with the newcomer.
you kicked him under the table, which he winced and pouted at.
"uhm, don't mind him. and it's alright, i can flag down a waitress so you don't have to worry about it." you said with a kind smile, hoping the guy would take the hint and leave. you knew why lucian was acting up and you would rather not colorfully scold him in front of a stranger.
"if you insist," he kindly returns the smile before taking his leave, scattering away when he notices your boyfriend glaring at him through his hand that was covering his face.
immediately, you reach over and pinch lucian's cheek and tug hard, "are you serious? you fucking man-baby,"
"i'm sorrryyy," he drawls out, the tone of his voice shaking as you tug and wiggle his cheek in contempt.
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in conclusion, he's a big dramatic sweetheart when it comes to you and also always really flirty and playful. unless has something to say, or exsists too close to you two, then he becomes a grade-A asshole and finds a way to make that person's interaction with you severely uncomfortable and awkward.
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weepingmilkshakedreamer · 1 month ago
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here have thiz 0llie HC dezign i did which had f0r a while that i f0rg0t t0 upl0ad here. l0l
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alz0 yeah 0llie m0re 0r lezz became my new c0mf0rt character and revived my l0ve f0r the BATIM seriez. l0l
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yannaryartside · 9 months ago
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Luca is relatable as fuck
I love him
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Like, to see him making questions to the point of dragging the other chef to boredom, was the neurodivergent representation I didn't know I needed from the Bear (there are popular headcanons that Carmy and Sydney are on the spectrum too, but this was raw). I love him. I love him so much you guys have no idea.
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It definitely seemed they have expanded on his character to be more “like Syd,” especially in a cut scene of Carmy speaking with other chefs. Like they were trying to said Luca is more like Syd in the social aspect. Like they are more “compatible” in plain sight. Moreover, when Syd and Luca started talking the chemistry was instant. I also like the comparison of Luca’s injuries and Syd’d injuries in their first days.
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Carmy still was pretty close off and distracted in his conversations, didn't feel more at ease than in the Bear but at least I am happy he didn't try to be “Logan” (I know I am being an ass, I have been there, masking is kinda in the job description, but I don't want to see Carmy doing that shit ever again).
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rokishimizu4 · 9 months ago
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Oracal’s First sighting of Fear
To say that Babs wasn’t in the mood to be stuck in traffic, in her dad’s police car, while a villain monologues about something, was an understatement.
What’s worse was that the villain was new and somehow controlling Fucken mosquitoes with a device on his wrist.
She was also a few seconds away from pulling her own self out of the car and demand that the ‘Mosquitoe King’ give up or she’s going to get out her hairspray and a lighter.
At least she until she saw the look of pure, unadulterated, fear on his face and her dad rushing back into the car, shaking like a leaf, rolling the windows up, and locking the doors like his life depended on it.
Her unspoken question is answered by the screeching of bats, millions by her count, but not the bats familiar to Gotham.
All of them were glowing white with purple bodies and leaving behind some type of stardust behind as they swarmed the mosquitoes and the ‘King’.
But that wasn’t the worse part, the thing that gently crushed a few centimeters of the car’s roof was.
It looked similar to Man Bat, who was in Arkham Asylum and undergoing treatment for a cure, but bigger and drooling purple slim from its open mouth. It barely leaped from the roof and surrounded the Mosquito King with its massive wings and the fight is over before it even began.
Babs and her father, who looks a few seconds away from passing out, look at each other then the empty street in the middle of a circle of police cars.
”Let’s just… go see Tim.” Babs finally says as she finally lets go her seat, which is unknowingly held onto for dear life just a few moments ago.
Her dad, Commissioner Gordon-who was now thinking of retiring, could only nod as he somehow manages to get to the Wayne Manor without another villain run in.
”I’m too old for this. Alfred, can we stay here tonight?”
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calamaroo · 3 months ago
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I can just imagine both Flying Fox and Kwazii teaming up to do a pounce attack on barnacles and then biscuits him to his doom!!! >:3
Ooooo! Hehehehehehehehehe yisssss >:3
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OMFG I MIGHT BE STUPID AND WE ALL REALISED THIS AGES AGO BUT BROOOO
AGATHA AND RIO LITERALLY CAN'T KISS
RIO'S KISS KILLS PPL
THAT'S WHY SHE WAS LIKE "Agatha" IN THAT TONE IN EP4
SHE WAS WARNING HER
IM NOT OKAY
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strongestbanner · 11 months ago
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I know I'm a stranger, but I've never spent as much time reading headcanons on Tumblr as I have in the last 48 hours. A month ago I started having an obsession with Vic, and it feels like Barbieland here. Just let me be another Sabretooth girlie ♡
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PS: I mean, HE IS A BI/PAN KING, and nobody can change my mind 😼💅🏻
PS 2: Happy Pride Month, Sabretooth Army 🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡 🏳️‍🌈 (can we call ourselves that?)
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10underoot2 · 11 months ago
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I have a headcanon of BaekHong being this power couple even as they raise their daughter.
They're very hands on. The nanny, Mrs.Jang, is always available but she feels like it's the easiest gig she ever got. She's seen other rich families just birthing the child and giving it to the nanny to look after. They only feed or play with it when convenient but not Mr. Baek and Mrs.Baek. Soobin is the light of their existance. They both wouldn't be at peace until they saw her once back from work. Mrs.Baek would only go for a few hours, most of the time taking Soobin and the nanny with her. She never would have believed someone like Ms.Hong would find a way to conduct her meetings but still cradle her inconsolable child in her office. She had never imagined Mr. Baek would play with her in his office plain for all to see. She also hadn't imagined either of the parents' amusement when the 6 month old puked on designer bags and clothes. She had seen children resented and glared at for that. But not this rich couple. They loved their child like their life depended on it. Even when tired, overworked, frustrated they made time for their daughter always. Mrs.Jang often felt like the last resort. Moments when even she could see that the strain of work and life could no longer render them available to care for their child she took over for them. But even then these moments were scarce. She had heard months into her employment that the couple was actually against hiring her but had only agreed due to incessant requests of the child's maternal grandmother.
So when she was informed that the couple was throwing a big networking party for the Queens department store, she was sure this was her moment to shine. Because what rich couple feeds, changes, plays or cares about their child in the presence of 400+ highly influential people. Even if they both wanted to they wouldn't find the time.
But come day of the event, Haein was all dolled up looking magnificent beside Mr. Baek as they both laughed and dressed up their 6 month old baby. During the party, Soobin went from welcoming guests in her Armani clad suit father's arms. To discussing complex legal matters and networking with him still viewing the world from the high vantage point her father's height afforded her. Smiles representative of only pure joy, adored Hyunwoo and Hae-in's face each time they talked, interacted or received a smile from Baby Soobin.
At long last Soobin urged her father to put her to sleep in his arms where he kept her for half an hour before parting with her achingly in Mrs.Jang's care. When she woke up hours later fussing, he was there before the nanny could try to appease her. She had seen him excuse himself as soon as politely possible as Soobin continued to cry. He stood there, fully dressed trying to appease her a while before he went to his wife who was deep in conversation trying to recruit brands for her store. Mrs. Jang knew it was an important event for Mrs. Baek, so she expects not to see her all night near Soobin. From what she had heard (but never seen) about the couple's rocky relationship she thought this would be it. She would now see them fight as he dared approach her during such important talks.
But for Haein, seeing her husband walk towards her with their adorable daughter in his hands was a sight in and of itself. Her eyes were already on them. Hyunwoo politely greets everyone and leans in close to her to say: 'I've tried everything I could. I think she needs you.' She pauses her conversation on the spot. Says her apologies and moves inside to care for her daughter. Hyunwoo takes up the conversation and sells the store for her until she comes back with a happy Soobin in her arms for the crowd to coo at. Among the many photos the photographer had taken of the night their favourite remains of Soobin absolutely overjoyed to see her father as her mother mirrors both of their joy at being able to witness the moment.
Little do the happy family know there's gossip - and a lot of it at that. There's gossip on the mighty lawyer Hyunwoo being a wuss who's not in control of the house. On Hyunwoo not doing his part as a father 'So what if he has a pretty face, he should be slaving away taking care of his daughter why give her to the mother when things get difficult?' On Haein for being duped by his charms. On Haein for holding the baby wrong. For growing soft, for being dumb enough to ignore big shot CEOs because a human with a brain not even fully developed was crying.
No one sees the couple take respite in caring for their adorable daughter. Even when Soobin cries the shrillest, it makes Hyun woo just pick up another toy and Haein make the funniest face she can think of to appease her. They know the pain of the loss of a child. They cannot fathom not doing everything in their power to love this gift of theirs. No matter what she does she has both of them wrapped around her fingers. Because they're the luckiest to have her and call themselves her parents. It feels like a miracle each day and they'd be damned if they let a stupid department store take that away from them. So what if they lost a contract or two, the extra wons wouldn't fill up their candy jar. After all, all the money they had couldn't bring back their baby either.
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cantgetworsethanthistbh · 3 months ago
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I like to think that Stanley has piercings galore, but Ford also has a tongue piercing or two-experimenting in the multiverse, you know?
I DIDNT SEE THIS BUT ABSOLUTELY!! Ford would absolutely have piercings. i think he'd have them like how he got the tattoos, out of wanting to experience being part of a group's customs.
he would have them in more experimental places than JUST the tounge tho. stan teases him while showing off all of his on his ears, tongue and nipples (and clit— WHO SAID THAT). "you'd never have the guts to get these babies, poindexter, besides the one on your tongue." then ford is like "funny how you should mention that" and pulls up a diagram of all the places he has piercings in— they're just not visible. he probably would have a kidney piercing or intenstine chains. stan would have absolutely no idea how to respond to that but he would think its hot... in a way, even though he can't see it or understand why anyone would agree to that. that weirdness is just what he loves about ford
good thing stanford pines isn't allowed on airplanes thanks to stan— imagine having to explain all the metal literally INSIDE his body.
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