#oh and before anyone comes at me for this - no i am not saying you have to like it. you can be irritated by it! that's within your rights

[rosenclaws]

Can you write about flat!reader x any Logan, where she is insecure of basically having no tits (like me) so she wants to keep a shirt on during sex and stuff and Logan notices and stuff lol

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, fem!reader, dirty talk, mirror sex, doggy style, creampie, insecurity, the reader says self deprecating things about themselves, light choking, breast play

a/n: YES YES, I'm flat as fuck and I am super self conscious about them. These mfs look like mosquito bites on god. (I hate them so much bro just let me get some work done PLZ) Anyways Im doing this with Worst Logan bc I love him. Anyways.

Sometimes it was hard dating a man like Logan. It wasn't hard to love him, no not at all. Even with the baggage he claimed to have come with, it wasn't hard to deal with the nightmares or the moments of deep loathing and insecurity. You loved him and because of that being able to help him through it all was easy.

What was hard was dating a man who was over 200 years old and looked like a Greek fucking god.

The first time you ever saw Logan without his shirt was when you were visiting Wade. Logan walked out in nothing but pajama pants. You shamelessly eye-fucked the man before you. He was ripped. Strong arms, a six pack, big thighs, and a handsome face. Even after you started dating and managed to get him on a diet that was more than whiskey and cigars he was still unbelievably hot. You should feel lucky to have a man like that worship you and you love and appreciate him to death. The problem is that you felt like you couldn't compare.

Logan loves you and you know he does but when you're looking in the mirror you can't help but notice you're lacking in one specific area. Your boobs. You were flat and the world seemed to never let you forget it.

Cute tops you could never wear because your chest couldn't keep them up. Jokes about being flat as a board. You couldn't even hold them in your hands. You hated them. Logan never said anything about them but you were always too afraid to bring it up.

So you sat in this limbo of deep insecurity.

"Sweetheart? You still in there?" Logans muffled voice comes from behind the bathroom door.

Shit you didn't mean to be here for so long. A shower had turned into staring at the mirror. You covered them in your hands, pushing them together and huffing when they just looked sad. The events from earlier in the night replaying over in your head.

Ever since Logan showed up in the universe he had garnered some attention. The Wolverine was hard to hide. People would point and whisper whenever they saw him. Gossip about who he was and why he was here. It was all pointless to Logan. Still in the bathroom of the bar you managed to catch a conversation.

Two beautiful women talking about your boyfriend and how badly they wanted him. Talking about flirting with him and taking him home. It just hurt a little. Sure Logan could care less about anyone's advances but yours but they had truly gotten into your head.

Would Logan want someone who had...better assets?

Would he want a woman who's breasts he could hold, squeeze, rest his head on? It was silly but they were the one thing that you honestly just didn't like about yourself so it was hard to think logically about it.

"I'm coming in." Logan's voice calls again. You curse quietly as you scramble to get a shirt on. The last thing you wanted was for him to see you like this. Logan's eyes shamelessly look you up and down as he enters the bathroom. A small smirk growing on his lips as he leans against the door. You bite your lip as you look down towards the counter.

"Sorry, I just wanted to take an extra long shower." You lie, smiling at Logan.

He hums and pushes off the door. He comes to stand behind you, his arms snaking around your waist. You were dressed in nothing but a shirt and underwear and Logan liked it. A lot.

"Should've joined you. Could have helped get your back." Logan purrs, his growing bulge pressing against your back.

“Oh please we’d still be in the shower if you had joined me.” You tease, slipping out of his grip. Logan furrows his brows as he follows you like a puppy to bed.

"You say that like it's a bad thing sweetheart."

As you lay on the bed Logan crawls in-between your legs, resting his head on your stomach. He purrs as you reach and run your fingers through his hair, scratching his head in all the spots you know he loves.

"Not a bad thing honey, but our water bill isn't a fan." Logan gets up on his knees, a devilish smirk appearing on his lips as his hands snake up your legs.

"Fuck the water bill, If I want to fuck my gorgeous girlfriend I will." You giggle as he dips his head down. The scruff of his beard tickles your skin as he nibbles on your thighs.

"Fuck baby, I can't get enough of you." He kneels between your legs and his hands slip up your body. The moment his hands go under your shirt you flinch. You didn't mean to flinch but you did. It was a small movement but it was there and Logan felt it immediately.

"What's wrong?" He asks as he takes his hands away.

"Nothing." You smile and reach up to pull him closer but he doesn't budge. Curse his super strength. He gives you a look and you sigh.

"It's nothing Logan, it's stupid and small."

"Sweetheart you gotta talk to me," Logan huffs. He's been working on this whole, communication thing and while he's not known for his empathy he can clearly see there's something bothering you.

"I just..." He looks at you again and you fall back into the pillows.

"Its these!" You say pointing to your chest.

"Huh?" "They're small and stupid and I hate them!" You lift your shirt up and huff in frustration. Logan's eyes widen as he stares at your bare chest. A stupid smile forming on his lips.

"I'm not seeing the problem." You put your shirt down and he pouts.

"I'm serious Logan. They're small and flat and...and..." You struggle to find the words as Logan just chuckles.

"So what?"

"It's not funny!" You snap and Logan's face morphs into concern.

"I just, I wish they were bigger is all. I mean sometimes I see other women and...It's hard sometimes." You curl into yourself, your arms covering your chest protectively. It felt silly to bring up right now but the thoughts wouldn't go away.

"Hey, look at me sweetheart." Logan coos. He lays next to you. Gently snaking his arm around your waist to pull you closer.

"Please?" Reluctantly you turn your body to face his.

"There's my pretty girl." He tilts your chin up to meet his eyes.

"Look I'm not the best at this but I can tell you one thing. You're fucking perfect." He leans in and kisses your neck gently. Your eyes flutter close as he gently rolls on top of you.

"You are beautiful, gorgeous, hot. I could go on and on sweetheart." His hand slips up your shirt and you let him slowly peel it off you. He grins as his lips move down to your chest. His thumb comes to play with one of your breasts while he latches onto the other.

"Logan..." You moan as he teases you like he loves to do.

"I know you hate them but I fucking love them. I could spend hours playing with them, looking at them, sucking on them if you let me." You bite your lip at his dirty words. The insecurities being pushed out Logan's hands.

"I don't care how big they are, what the look like. Because they're attached to my girl and I love my girl." Logan reaches down and rips your panties off of your body. You gasp in surprise as he takes your legs and spreads them.

"Feel how fucking hard you make me." He groans as he grinds his cock against your body.

"Get on your knees baby." You don't hesitate to listen. You get on your knees and face the headboard but Logan has other plans.

"No, I want you to watch your pretty tits as I fuck you." He growls in your ear as he moves you to face the mirror on the wall.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at his gruff voice. Fuck he's hot. You're practically dripping onto the sheets already and Logan plans on taking full advantage of that. Slowly he slides his cock into your cunt, taking his sweet time as he stretches you out.

"So good, taking me raw." He says with a smirk. He wraps his hand around your neck to help support you as your legs shake at the feeling.

"I know baby, almost there just a little bit more." He praises.

You nod furiously, wanting to take all of him no matter what. When he fully bottoms out you let out a small cry. He shushes you softly, pressing kisses to your cheek as you get used to the stretch.

"Feel alright sweetheart?" Logan asks and you nod. Slowly he moves his hips, soaking up every whine that falls from your lips.

"Fuck, you're just made for me aren't you pretty girl." You can't take your eyes off of the mirror.

It's pure and utter filth. You're disheveled, tears pooling in your eyes, Logan's hand is still wrapped around your neck. You look fucking hot. You can see his muscles flexing with each devastating thrust. The look of pure desire on his face as he fucks you.

"Logan please I'm gonna come." Your hips start to move to meet his thrusts.

Logan growls as he grabs onto your hips and pushes you into the mattress. All you can do is watch yourself take it as he fucks the life out of you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Logan breaks you apart. Your body feels fuzzy as your orgasm washes over you. Logan lets out a loud groan as his hips slam into you and stay there as he comes.

"Fuck...Look at you." Logan sits back, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up. You hum as your head falls onto his chest. A tired smile on your face.

"So fucking perfect." Logan hums.

"Right sweetheart?" You mumble something unintelligible and Logan taps your face.

"I want to hear it." You shiver at the intensity of his voice.

"I'm perfect." Logan tilts your head up.

"All of you?" He asks.

"All of me." You repeat after him.

"Good," He kisses your temple.

You sigh as Logan starts to massage your shoulders. The insecurities have been washed away, only bliss left in its wake. Logan couldn't comprehend your dislike for your body, he saw you and only saw the best.

But if you needed a reminder every now and then, he would be happy to give it to you.

[channiesbakery]

pancakes for dinner —

prompt / request — clinging onto their partner for ages after not being able to be with them all day

pairing — boo!reader + brother’s bestfriend!vernon

word count — 894

genre — fluff

it was cliché, falling for your older brother’s best friend. it’s not like you planned for it to happen but when you ended up at the same college, your feelings of friendship turned into something more.

it was easy sneaking around when you were at college, but now that you were home for break, it seemed like your brother, seungkwan, was always around you.

it was torture whenever hansol came over to see your brother and not you. you’d be able to sneak a few short moments together when seungkwan stepped out of the room but you were both getting tired of sneaking around.

it’s the last weekend before the semester starts so seungkwan decides to go out to a party, dragging hansol with him.

with your brother out, you had the entire house to yourself. you start preparing for your little self care night when there’s a knock at your front door.

you cautiously check who it is, not expecting anyone tonight but immediately relax once you see hansol standing outside.

“shouldn’t you be at the party with kwannie?” you ask. “i come over to surprise my girlfriend and the first thing you ask me is about your brother?” he teases as you let him into the house.

“well he did tell me he was dragging you to that party tonight,” you shrug before wrapping your arms around his waist, leaning up to kiss him.

“i think I’ve hung out with your brother enough these past two weeks. haven’t had enough time my favorite boo though,” he hums, kissing you back.

his arms circle you, holding you tight as he buries his face in your hair. you try to pull away but he just tightens his grip.

“i don’t remember you being this clingy,” you tease. “shut up. i haven’t been able to hold you like this for nearly two weeks because of your brother,” he mumbled against your hair.

“well you interrupted my self care night,” you say and he sighs. “you boos and your skincare routines. alright, what themed sheet masks are we using tonight?” hansol asks as you drag him up to your room.

you let him pick a sheet mask from your collection, choosing one to match him. you relax in bed, starting another episode of your guys’ favorite show while you let the masks soak.

“hansol, stop picking at it,” you scold when you see him touching his face again. “but it’s sticky,” he whines. “babe, it’s a mask,” you sigh.

the episode ends just as it’s time for your masks to come off. hansol practically runs into the bathroom to take it off, rinsing his face.

“wow, i am glowing,” he checks himself out in the mirror. “yeah yeah, happy you did the mask with me now?” you tease. “mhm, maybe it is worth it,” he says, running his finger along his cheek, feeling how soft it was now.

you’re about to start another episode when hansol’s stomach growls.

you both pad downstairs, looking in the fridge for something to eat. “there’s some leftover soup so we can always heat that up– oh or make ramen,” you start to suggest then you hear him rummaging around.

“what are you doing?” you ask, watching him grab the bag of flour. “making pancakes,” he says, like it’s the most obvious answer.

“it’s 11 pm,” you tell him. “okay and?” he shrugs. “a bit late for breakfast, don’t you think?” you ask but grab a mixing bowl for him and the rest of the ingredients.

“well since i didn’t get to make you breakfast, pancakes for dinner it is,” hansol grins. a playlist of your favorite songs play as you both dance around the kitchen.

you don’t bother moving to the dining room or living room to eat. hansol has the whipped cream can, adding some to the pancakes before he sprays some directly into his mouth.

“you’re disgusting,” you tease. “you love me,” he grins. “i guess i do,” you hum, kissing the whipped cream off the corner of his lip.

you’re about to start cleaning up when you hear the front door opening, then seungkwan’s voice and a few of his other friends.

you and hansol both give each other a wide eyed look before you’re pushing him out the back door in the kitchen, just before seungkwan walks in.

“you’re up late,” your brother notes when he walks in, seeing the mess you’d made with the pancakes. “and eating pancakes at this hour?” he raises an eyebrow.

“don’t judge me. besides, aren’t you supposed to be at a party?” you ask. “it got boring. so chan and mingyu are here for a few more drinks. plus, hansol ditched us,” seungkwan scoffs a little as he grabs some beers from the fridge.

“well I’m heading to bed. tell gyu and chan i say hi,” you say as he leaves the kitchen. once your brother is gone, you quietly let hansol back inside.

you both think you’re in the clear and you’re about to try to sneak back upstairs to your room when you hear your brother’s voice.

“hey hansol! how come you never make me pancakes?”

you both share a look, trying to decide what to do when seungkwan speaks up again.

“next time you wanna sneak around, hide your shoes and don’t just leave them by the front door!”

[stickyspeckledlight]

“Indeed, dear mister Stoneheart! My wonderworking will take effect in a few days, and your good luck streak will end! That’ll be 100 000 credits :)”

For da gambler man

Snake oil? Only if you don’t look at it the right way.

(Speckled's End of Year Interaction Prompts, 12/2/24 ~ 1/1/25)

The Stoneheart’s smirk grows, a quirk just at the corner of his lips. It teeters on a careful precipice of amusement and threat, of control and chance. It’s nothing new to you, though. Smug confidence isn’t new to you, but it’s the first time you’ve seen it on someone dressed in such finery.

“That’s a first,” he purrs, resting his cheek in his palm. “In all my time, I’ve never had anyone offer me bad luck. Curses, yes—but not a…blessing.” He comfortably leers at you through his sunglasses, lazily tracing the rim of a cloudy, cracked glass filled with something closer to piss than whiskey.

“The only difference between a curse and a blessing is intent,” you wink, “And with what you told me, Mr. Stoneheart, that luck of yours IS a curse! I mean, what kind of luck is winning a lifetime supply of toothpicks? That luckiness of yours is no good!”

His grin widens, “Indeed. Why, before I say anything else, I must commend you for your generosity!” He lightly claps, putting on all the theatrics you’ve come to expect, “100,000 credits in exchange for curing me? Why, I can’t fathom a deal better than this…”

“Right you are, Mr. Stoneheart!” You snap of your fingers, calloused and rough, almost alien in how bony it is these days. “But careful: my power is a…finicky thing, so we can only do this NOW!”

“Oh?” Suddenly his smile grows sharper, “That’s new.”

“I can’t reveal all my tricks,” you smoothly reply. You catch yourself tapping your foot hurriedly against the pavement and stop. You shouldn’t think about what you can do with that money; you can simply do with the money, after this rich sucker forks over his cash. Luck, as a curse? Who is he kidding? Why would he throw that away, when you and everyone else you know would kill for it?

“Shame.” He says with completely insincerity. He stands and pushes his chair back, “I was hoping you’d find a creative way to explain your con. I was looking forward to what you’d come up with so much, y’know?”

You lock up and stiffen. This rich playboy was acting stupid before! Why’s he suddenly calling you out?! “H-huh? A con? Mr. Stoneheart, you must be—”

“Don’t.” He smiles, “You know, I did introduce myself as ‘Aventurine, of the Ten Stonehearts: a cog in the machine of the Strategic Investment Department.’ Do you actually know who I am?”

“An IPC executive,” you hastily reply; you can’t get on his bad side, you CAN’T.

But he only continues to look at you, looking above you with a foxlike expression.

“That’s correct, but dig a bit deeper,” he peppily nudges. “You’re a smart one; I’m sure you can do it!”

“Uh…” you frown, “You…you make investments?”

“That’s something everyone does.” He shakes his head, “So: no. How about I give you my formal title? I’m a Non-performing Asset Liquidation Specialist.”

…You do not understand whatever that corporate mumbo jumbo means.

Well, phooey. You’re fucked, man. Your con is bust. If anything, this guy had all the cards before you even saw his face.

“Oh, Mr. Stoneheart…” you smile again, standing to meet his eyes, “You it said yourself: we’re friends,” his grin does not fall, but his eyes crinkle with cheshire glee, “So, let’s not bei business into this. And that applies to me too! I should’ve known better; this blessing’s on the house, friend.”

He does not say anything, letting your words hang in the air, and stress gather in your chest before he finally speaks.

“Slow recovery, but it’s not half bad. Especially for someone who hasn’t been in business long. You’ve got some potential,” he whistles. You must’ve had a ridiculous expression on your face, because he just laughs. Mirth dances in his eyes, tinted pink by his sunglasses. “Oh, my bad; I’ll play along just for you, my jewel.”

You’re not given any time to react to the sudden new nickname. “Yes, I can’t believe how astute you truly are, my friend,” he sighs wistfully, clutching his heart and smiling like you two are really, really, really good friends. The whiplash hits you with a crack, and now, you aren’t sure if you’ve ever seen him without a mask. “Still, I would feel bad about just getting a blessing from you for free, so…how do you feel about becoming my employee?”

An employee? What? You were trying to CON him, and now he wants to hire you?!

“W-what?”

“That’s right,” he bows, “I meant what I said, my friend. You’re a diamond in the rough, and it’s my job to polish you up—we at the Strategic Investment Department prioritize long term over short term, you know.”

“But I—” tried to con you, you almost stammer before catching yourself, “—have, uh…”

Well, you never liked him even when he was playing the part of a rich fool, but seeing how that in of itself might’ve just been a mask…you don’t want to be near this guy, period. And now that you think about it, you’ve never seen his eyes.

He makes a zipping motion with his fingers and across his mouth, “My friend,” he kindly winks, “Don’t bother objecting! Tell me: what are two things you now know about my job?”

…All of the whiplash and sudden questions seemingly unrelated to anything said…you think you’re going to get a headache, once your mind is clear from panic and stress.

“Um…you’re a liquidation specialist and…go for long term investments.”

“Perfect; 10/10!” He claps, “Now let’s dig even deeper—dig into you, [Name].”

Time stops.

“[Name]?” You scoff, mouth twitching, “Mr. Stoneheart…are you projecting onto me?”

“Don’t lie, my jewel,” the nickname makes you bristle, and he sighs, “Now’s the time to drop the platitudes and acts. There’s always a time for veiled conversations, but ah, I think there’s no need for that, now.”

For some reason, even though your cowardice has already been shown, now’s the time you decide to keep up the cheery salesman act. In the back of your mind, you shake your head. How could you immediately prove what he just said?

But that’s just the back of your mind.

“Oh, Mr. Stoneheart! Why would I ever lie to you? We’re friends.”

“Indecisive, are you?” He hums, “That’s alright. That’s perfectly fine. Indecisiveness doesn’t erase debt either way.”

“D-debt? Oh, but Mr. Stoneheart—!”

“You can’t erase what your stupid father did.” He plainly states, taking a coin out and playing with it, “Mx. [Name], my condolences for what happened to you; falling into poverty like this wasn’t your fault, but…fault also doesn’t erase debt.”

This time, you’re shaking. You can’t do anything but watch. He was just supposed to be a rich, stupid fool to wring money out of—who—how—how did things go this way—

“Here’s what I was thinking. Work for me, and you’ll be able to pay off your debt without worry. You’ll be provided a reduced salary, of course, but you’ll have enough to…” his mouth quirks, “…get by.”

He saunters around the table, and leans against it lazily. He leans closer, “You understand that there’s no other choice, right?” At your continued, fearful silence, he chuckles, “Don’t worry, Mx. [Name]. I’m the one hiring you; you know I’ll treat you well! Like you said, we’re friends. Good friends, even.”

You hear the sound of a coin flick; you move your head to see it fall onto the table, covered by the Stoneheart’s hand.

A leather clad finger hooks under your chin and drags your gaze to his, “But I’ve got another idea,” he offers, “Gemstones are made to be cut, sold, and coveted. You’re no different…but you’re still rough. You’ve barely been lodged out of the cave walls. So, I have a proposal…just for a beauty like you,” he winks playfully, but it does nothing to alleviate the sheer intimidation and power he’s exerted on you.

The hand on the table slides off, hovering by your wrist.

“Follow through on that bad luck of yours,” he gently leers. Something cold and sleek and heavy slips to your grip, “If you do…100,000 credits? No; that’s wouldn’t be enough to convey my generosity. I’m going all-in. A carefree life would be yours in an instant. But if you don’t…”

The revolver’s holster clicks against his chest.

“I’ll be free to shape you however I like; and covet you with these lucky hands.”

[defencelessarcher]

The off the record story

Summary: A cheating ex, a golden Amex, and tequila-fueled revenge—what could go wrong? Meeting him wasn’t part of the plan, but sometimes the best nights start with chaos and end with unexpected sparks.

Pairing: mgg x actress!reader

Tw: alcohol consumption, cheating, kinda emotional manipulation?, revenge, mention of being drunk idk what else lol

wc: 1.8k!

A/N: this is my first post and im so anxious omg hopefully you will like it!

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Matthew and you actually knew each other way before you started being coworkers in Criminal Minds. If somebody asked you in an interview you would say it was on the set of “The beauty inside”, where you had so much fun together running across the museum for the shots.

The reality, though, was better. 

You had actually met on a night that started as personal revenge. The plan was to wear your best outfit, steal your boyfriend's credit card and max it out in every expensive bar you could find in New york. Why? you had found out he was cheating you with a model. Were you going to cry yourself to sleep? probably later, because it did hurt. But for now? Fuck him and his stupid songs, they were too generic anyway and you were a rising star among movie directors. 

It was in the third bar that you and Matthew crossed paths, introduced through a friend who knew him from college. You already had two shots in your system by then, the awkwardness and ability to feel cringe burned away by tequila and adrenaline.

“Hey guys! This is my friend Matthew! we were together in college!” Your friend’s voice was too cheerful, slurring slightly as she swayed on her heels. Matthew gave a small wave, his hand awkwardly brushing through his messy hair, looking every bit the guy who didn’t belong in a place like this.

You barely registered his name at first, your head still buzzing with tequila and the bitter satisfaction of using Austin’s credit card. But when you glanced up from the dance floor and noticed there were more people in the group and that your feet were starting to hurt, time to get more booze. 

Walking to the table, you called out to everyone while looking for the Golden Amex. “Okay, everyone, I am not feeling drunk enough, so to the bar we go!” You held up the card between your middle and index finger, grinning as the table erupted in cheers and a few drumrolls pounded on the wood. You led the charge, your friends stumbling after you in a glorious, tipsy parade.

“Hi Joe! We need to max this baby out, so let’s start with…” You glanced back at your friends for inspiration, counting them off and ticked off a list of drinks for the group, each one more elaborate than the last, adding, “And a Espresso Martini for me. For the drama.”

Joe gave you an amused look, already knowing exactly what you meant, he was the one who’d caught your boyfriend in the act, after all. He wasn’t just your bartender tonight; he was part of the crew that had helped you plot your revenge,"Anything else?" he asked, still shaking a cocktail.

You glanced at the guy your friend had just introduced as Matthew. He stood slightly apart from the group, looking a little too put-together for the chaos around him. “And what about you?”

Matthew shook his head awkwardly, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “Uh, I’m fine, thanks.”

You couldn’t help but notice his messy chocolate curls along with his hazel eyes and the way his shirt fit, casual but not careless. “Oh, come on,” you teased, leaning a little closer. “I love spending money when I’m drunk, so the more expensive your order is, the more I’ll like you.” You flashed him a tipsy smirk, your eyes half-lidded and daring.

Matthew gave a soft laugh but shook his head again. “I’m good, really.”

You turned to the group, just in case. “Anyone else want something exotic or complicated, like a Negroni or a frozen margarita? I’m on a roll here.” You gave Matthew a playful look, fully expecting him to refuse again.

Matthew gave a soft laugh but shook his head again. “I’m good, really.”

Rolling your eyes dramatically, you turned back to the bartender. “And a tequila shot, please. If he won’t drink it, I will.” You kissed the card and handed it over.

When you turned back, Matthew had moved closer, leaning slightly against the bar. “You don’t look like your name is Austin,” he said, his tone light but curious.

You chuckled at the way he said it, drawing out the name as if testing it. “Well, it’s not.” You extended your hand, introducing yourself with a grin. He took it, his grip warm but hesitant, and maybe your hand lingered a second longer than it should have. Or maybe it was just the alcohol.

“It’s my boyfriend’s... soon-to-be ex’s name,” you explained, motioning toward the card now sitting on the bar.

Matthew raised an eyebrow. “So, let me get this straight: you’re celebrating by using his card to buy drinks for a crowd of people?”

“Exactly,” you said with a grin, lifting your espresso martini as the bartender placed it in front of you. “It’s what he deserves. A little payback for cheating with some model.”

As an actress and newly public figure, you didn't want too much pictures of yourself getting wasted at a bar at the moment, the public would understand it once the news of your unloyal boyfriends gets out, but for now nobody except your friends knew, not even Austin knew that you knew, but alcohol made everything seem so stupid and funny and who cares right? The fact that he had cheated did hurt you, not like a full break heart what-did-i-do-wrong? type of thing, you considered that you both were a good couple and you both got introduced to each other by your agents saying it would be good to be seen together as a rising singer and rising actress. And it was him the one who insisted on being fully exclusive and very public, after the rumors about you and your costar and love interest in the show you were in, so why take the effort to just screw up anyway?.

Matthew raised his eyebrows, clearly amused, though he was trying to hide it. "So, let me get this straight—you're celebrating by maxing out your boyfriend's card before dumping him?"

You grinned, leaning slightly closer. "Exactly. Call it... a down payment on my emotional damages. And trust me, Matthew," you drawled, savoring his name like the martini you were drinking, "I deserve every penny."

As you sipped your drink, you studied him more closely. His curls were slightly messy, his hazel eyes warm but cautious. There was something familiar about him. “Wait a second,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “I know I’ve seen you before.”

He gave a small shrug. “Maybe. I had a small role in The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou recently.”

Your eyes lit up. “The one with the little curls! I knew it! I’m a huge Wes Anderson fan.”

He chuckled. “Good taste.”

“And you? Netflix, right?” he asked.

“HBO,” you corrected, taking another sip. “City Lights.” you said casually, trying not to make it a big deal. “It’s still pretty new, but people seem to like it so far.”

You were actually really proud of yourself for being in that show, the numbers were going up and your dream was going from a thin line to a more consistent future where your parents expectations did not matter. 

He nodded, a small smile playing at his lips. “I think I’ve heard of it. Sounds like it’s picking up steam.”

You grinned, tapping your glass against the bar. “Well, let’s hope so. Otherwise, I’ll just have to keep crashing bars with stolen credit cards for fun.”

Matthew laughed, shaking his head. “I have a feeling you won’t need to do that for long.”

“And what about you? will i see you in the big screen any time soon?” you asked

He chuckles and shakes his head “Hardly.. i've been auditioning for this show.. they called me for a third time this morning and said again that im perfect just totally wrong for the part” he says 

You huff with humor as Joe slid the drinks across the bar, and you pushed the tequila shot towards him. "Here. Your reward for getting casted."

"I told you, I don't really drink plus i haven't got the part," he protested, 

"Matthew," you said dramatically, as if it was the most serious thing in the world, "a face like that is the type that gets casted and if you don’t take this shot, I’m going to have to drink it, and I’ll probably embarrass myself. Do you want that on your conscience?"

He laughed, genuinely this time, and finally picked up the shot glass. "Fine. But only because I don't want to be responsible for whatever happens next."

You clinked your glass against his. "Good choice."

As you both downed your drinks, you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on you, curious and maybe even intrigued.

Before you could reply, your blurry vision caught sight of Austin walking into the bar.

Your smile froze for half a second. Then, with the skill of an actress, you stood up, finishing your martini in one last sip before looking at Matthew. You grabbed his arm with a grin. “It was nice meeting you, Matthew,” you said. “But if the tabloids ask, I paid for this martini myself.”

His laugh followed you as you walked away, maybe letting your arm linger a little, slipping into the role of the charming, oblivious girlfriend for Austin’s benefit.

The second part of your plan was in motion now. Getting Austin wasted wouldn’t be difficult, he was a lightweight, after all, and when he eventually found out about the card, you'd just say it was probably someone else who stole it and used it. By the time the dust settled, you’d be long gone. You were sure of it.

You flashed your best smile, scrunching your nose at him playfully, something you knew would make him think you were still into him. The truth? You couldn’t stand him anymore. But the smile felt easy enough. It wasn’t like you had to try to be nice to him anymore. You were almost done with him, just had to play it out a little longer.

But as you laughed and played your part, you felt the weight of Matthew’s gaze on you. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe some chocolate curls or maybe it was something else, but for a moment, Austin didn’t seem all that important anymore.

The night ended with Joe calling you to say the card had reached its limit, you secretly high five all your friends, including Matthew, as you signed the receipt, doing a quick math for Joe’s collaboration, leaving a very good tip.

So yeah, if anyone asks, you and Matthew met on set. Not in a bar, not with tequila and revenge. Definitely not while maxing out Austin’s credit card. Just a normal, boring introduction, nothing worth writing about.

[5targh0st]

NUMBER ONE GIRL

54. everybody wants you (written)

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Karaoke sounded like a good idea, but seeing all these strangers staring at the bunch of drunk assholes who just arrived makes you have second thoughts about it. Different from other karaoke places you've been to, this seems more like a club. There are private rooms but they're too small and where's the fun in that anyway.

"Let's sing 'ME!'!" Beomgyu rakes your hand and basically drags you across the room to get to the improvised stage.

Your brain is foggy and you know you're gonna regret all of this tomorrow, but right now you're having fun. Just for tonight, Beomgyu is your bestie and your friends get along. Moreover, Yeonjun and Minho are still having the time of their lives taking shots and laughing with each other. This is almost too good to be true.

Beomgyu's voice is surprisingly alluring, even when he's drunk. You're dancing and screaming and it's just so fun.

"And you can't spell awesome without me!" You hear your friends sing along while you're both jumping around.

You don't even notice Yeonjun's eyes following your every move and his dorky smile that makes his eyes almost disappear.

"Listen to me!" Minho screams at him and they go back to whatever argument they were having.

Drink after drink, and song after song, the fun seems to be never ending. Yeji is having the time of her life with Felix and even Karina is having a few drinks with Lia. You really hope they end up dating or something, Karina deserves to be happy.

Yeonjun is just being his clingy self and it's been an hour since he decided you need to be in his arms at all times. Not that you're complaining. It's actually nice being with him after spending so much time with your friends. You love your friends, but you also love just existing with Yeonjun.

It's almost 4:00 am and the place is even more crowded than when you first arrived. Some of your friends are nowhere to be seen and a bunch of them are taking shots at the bar.

"You're having fun?" Yeonjun is so tender and soft, caressing your cheek as if you're made of glass and dragging his words cause he's just so drunk.

"I think you're the one having fun," you laugh and he just whines.

Not too far from there, Minho is drunk as hell and just complaining about everything to Chan. He keeps staring at you and wishing he was the one making you laugh right now.

"He's an idiot!" He says for the eleventh time.

Chan just keeps rolling his eyes at him. "You said you were gonna step aside."

"But I don't want to, why does he get the girl? It's not fair." He's just being childish and maybe even a little selfish.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" Chan is so done with this conversation.

"Something remarkable!"

Out of everyone in here, Minho is the last person anyone would expect to walk up to the stage and type the name of some mystery song.

"Cam I have your attention, please?" He sounds drunk and some people cheer, they're as drunk as him. "So, it has come to my attention that some shit is just not fair. Like I don't get it. I was there first and sure I messed up but it wasn't so bad. This doesn't make sense, but whatever. Fuck you, Yeonjun."

Some people laugh, even Yeonjun does, but a lot of smiles falter when the song starts.

"Oh my fucking god!" Beomgyu is almost hyperventilating in the background.

"Gleaming, twinkling..." Even when drunk, Minho's voice is sweet and surprisingly soothing.

Yeonjun smiles and even sings along. You're also having fun until you make eye contact with Minho and he doesn't look away. He's been looking at you since he got on that stage, he's been looking at you the whole night and you're now uncomfortably aware of it.

You take another shot and look away from him. It doesn't make sense. He's your friend, he's not singing about you.

The song ends and before Minho gets to say anything, Chan snatches the mic and makes a joke about having to pay Minho. Of course, it was a bet, you relax at the thought and go back to having fun with your boyfriend.

However, someone on the sidelines doesn't seem so convinced.

"This is gonna be a fucking mess..."

notes:

I'm really really really sorry for making you wait so much for the update 😭 (stuff came up and I was super busy but I think everything is falling into place so you won't have to wait as much for the next part)

made a mistake and forgot to add something but it's all done now 😅

Minho is drunk af

Chan is a real one

and I'm so in love with yn and jun (I almost feel bad for what's gonna happen in the near future)

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[black-cat-luck]

Heys can you write the bat boys magically get put (stuck) in their robin costumes and have to go on patrol with them on 🫶🏾

OH YES I CAN

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When the gold smoke disappears around them, everyone still coughing and covering their faces, the first thing any of them notice, isn't that the assailant they're fighting got away, it's that none of them have pants on. "Oh my god." Dick gasps as everyone yells in horror, looking down at themselves.

"WHY AM I NOT WEARING PANTS!" Damian's voice brings all their eyes to him; and when he notices their stares, he quickly covers himself with the cape on his back. "Is anyone de-aged?? Everyone get over here!" Dick quickly jumps into action, grabbing three yellow capes and yanking them to a corner. The petty robber they were fighting is already gone, and they have much bigger things to worry about, specifically the fact that none of them are wearing pants.

"What the hell kind of magic is this!" Jason sneers, using his own cape for cover as well. "Okay we all seem to be fine, no age differences, no personality differences. Did that seriously just make us all wear my old Robin costume?" Dick puts his hands on his hips to overlook the four of them. Jason and Damian look murderous, Tim looks embarrassed. "How would that even work? That's too specific of a spell, maybe if it was our old Robin costumes too, but how could they make it just yours? Why?" Tim thinks out loud, frowning as his cheeks turn red, Dick is smiling when he looks back at him. "Get rid of the grin dickhead." Jason snips, and Dick giggles. "I can't help it, our Robin's look so cute!" He says, earning groans from the youngest two.

"Oh let me have this I never got to see either of you in my suit." Dick huffs as Damian shoves past him, still wrapped in his cape as he shuffles toward the door. "Robin wait we need to go to the cave together!" Dick calls, looking over his belt for his beacon, Tim wordlessly reaches over and presses it, making Dick grin again. "I love you, you freaky little stalker." He giggles as Tim groans in embarrassment and walks away. "Get a grip." Jason says, but Dick is still happy, skipping over to where Damian stands, ears red and not looking at any of them as they wait for the Batmobile to come to them.

"Well, that certainly is a sight." Alfred says as the four boys climb out of the car. "Aren't we cute!" Dick says. "We should've checked him for a de-age curse, sounds like he's been hit." Jason grumbles as Dick glares at him, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm having a great time; this was my costume, I haven't worn it in years! And seeing all of you guys wear it is awesome." He says, looking to where Damian is already yanking the suit off. "You could've given it pants, it's effeminate and embarrassing." He sneers, Dick only rolls his eyes. "I was eight when I designed it, and Robin was built around me, so you're welcome." Dick says, watching as Damian successfully frees himself, he grabs one of his backup Robin suits and starts to put it on.

It's silent as everyone watches, as soon as his suit is fully on, it transforms right in front of their eyes to the Robin suit. "You have to be kidding me." Damian sneers through his teeth, yanking it off again, he grabs his hoodie and sweats he wore earlier before patrol, as soon as they're on, he's back in the Robin suit. Both of his own suits still lay on the floor, looking normal and unbothered. "This is a little less funny now." Dick admits, looking to the other two; who look furious. "I can't wear ANYTHING??" Jason yells, and Tim groans, holding his head in his hands. Dick pries at his domino mask. "This at least comes off!" He says, cringing as Jason's murderous glare pierces him.

"What. Happened." Bruce's voice startles them, they all turn and see him standing in the doorway, he's still in a robe, gauze visible underneath as he holds his middle, eyes darting from one boy to another. Damian has started stabbing the practice dummies to let out his anger. "Hey B! We got spelled." Dick says, gesturing to himself. "And the spell...Put you all in the old Robin suit?" He asks, Dick nods, rocking on his feet as he fights back another grin. "Sure did. Dami's already tried changing, but anything we put on becomes this, aren't we adorable? Look at Tim and Damian in the suits it's so cute." He says, hands showcasing Tim, who hides his face in hands, groaning in embarrassment. "I added pants to the suit for a reason." He whines, still covered by the cape. "I'll give Zatanna a call, ask Spoiler and Batwoman to cover your routes for the night, don't go back out there like that." Bruce says, though Dick can see he's amused.

"Make it quick, I'm dressed like a fucking child and I have shit I need to do." Jason sneers, Bruce's amusement becomes more visible as he looks to the second eldest. "I'm sure Red Hood's men would get enjoyment out of taking orders from an overgrown Robin." Dick says, making Jason stomp off, but with the green boots and the yellow cape, it only makes it funny to watch. Bruce nods his goodbyes to the others and leaves the cave. "It appears Master Damian's suit has remnants of the spell, I'll run it on our end and look for a reversal." Alfred says, grabbing the discarded suit on the floor as Dick sits down next to Tim.

"The suits not bad, just a bit embarrassing being this old wearing it." Tim says after a minute of silence, Dick is startled and faces him; before realizing what he'd said, and smiling. "Aw little bird you like the Robin outfit! Then why'd you change it?" He crosses his arms with a glare as Tim groans. "I was thirteen! It was already embarrassing, I just needed pants, I kept everything else original. But when I was a kid? I looked up to you and Jason in this suit, I always wanted to wear it." He says, and Dick hugs him. "I'm glad you like it, I always did want to see you in it." He says, ruffling the younger boys hair.

Both Alfred's testing, and Zatanna's, say they'll be stuck in them for two days. Damian and Jason are furious, but Tim and Dick are only mildly inconvenienced. Bruce has to make arrangements at Wayne Enterprise for Tim's sudden sickness making him miss those days, and Dick has a friend overlook Blüdhaven for him, but other than that they're doing just fine with the situation.

The table is painfully awkward as they eat breakfast. Jason and Damian have a permanent scowl, Tim's face is a constant shade of red, and Dick is totally normal about all of this. Jason and Damian have found ways to pin their capes shut around them so they're covered, and Tim fidgets too much with his so he just holds it or covers himself with a blanket. Dick just hangs onto the cape and wraps himself up in it.

"What are we supposed to do for patrol tonight?" Damian asks, stabbing extra hard at his pancakes as Bruce blinks tiredly. "Cass is still out of country, Kate agreed to help but Steph is busy, that's not enough to cover all our ground." Dick adds, "hn." Bruce glances at Alfred, whose eyes sharpen into a glare. "Still benched." Bruce shrugs, sitting back as he sips his coffee. "Oracle can cover the ground behind the scenes and direct Batwoman on where help is needed, Blue Bird said she'll take Damian's usual route." Bruce says. "I've got help in Blüdhaven, then we just need to find coverage for Tim's route and J-" "keep your nose out of my territory." The second oldest sneers, and Dick rolls his eyes, holding his hands up in defense. "You don't look as intimidating when you're 6'4 in the Robin suit bud." Dick chips back, Jason's glare sharpens, and Alfred takes the knife next to his plate before he can throw it at Dick.

"So about my route." Tim chimes in, smiling awkwardly as they all look at him. "Tonight's the big deal happening on the harbor you two were going to help me bust." He says, and Dick and Damian's faces fall. "Oh fuck." Dick groans, holding his head in his hands as Jason laughs at him.

"I'm going to kill you when this is over." Jason spits. "Get over it Jay it wasn't even my fault!" Dick whispers back hastily. They're on the roof of a nearby building, watching the drug deal happen beneath them. "I share sentiment with Todd, and will be stabbing you when I have my own suit back." Damian's voice crackles through the comm and Dick rolls his eyes. "Again, not even my fault." "All of you shut up it's happening." Tim silences them, and they all see the hand off. "I will also be stabbing Drake." "Now!"

The four of them come barreling down, landing on top of goons and kicking away guns before anyone can register what happened. "What the fuck?!" One of the dealers yell as Tim swipes his legs out from underneath him. "Yo I heard Harry got a spell on them but I really didn't believe it-" "that's fucking Red Hood!" The man is punched in the face before he can say anything else. "Not tonight." Jason sneers, knocking out another. "We're the Robins tonight!" Dick flips over one of them, wrapping his legs around him; and slamming him into the ground. "Behind you baby Robin!" Damian evades the hit and glares at him. "Robin four!" He defends making Dick giggle as he knocks another man out. "My bad! On your six Robin three!" It's a flying mess of bright yellows and green, four Robins taking them down within a minute.

Jason picks up the suitcase and shoves it at Tim, who groans under the sudden hit and wraps his cape around himself. "They recognized me." Jason huffed, kicking the unconscious goon. "They knew we got hit, doesn't take much to tell who's who when you know what four to expect." Dick laughs as Jason glares at him. "Whatever, let's get this fucking night over with." Jason spits, storming away as Dick rolls his eyes, tying up the last of the goons as Tim waddles with both suitcases in his arms, Damian follows Jason as Dick walks slowly behind the three of them.

They end up spreading out throughout the night. To their luck, it is a busy night and they spend a lot of time apprehending thief's, drug dealers, and muggers while dressed in bright colors as grown men. Tim stumbles across a bank robbery, and with a single signal, the other three are beside him within minutes. "This is gonna get messy." Dick whispers as they hear the glass crunching under the men's boots as they step into the bank they've just shattered the glass of. "No alarm, they disabled it, heavy guns." Tim notes out loud, they all stand up from their crouching positions at the same time. "What a perfect night for the Robins." Dick laughs as they grapple down, and into the bank.

The fight is almost effortless. "He's all yours Robin two!" Dick giggles as he flips out of the way, Jason punches the man he was fighting, knocking him out cold, and shoots a glare at Dick at the name. They fight together well, Tim swipes a man's legs out with his bostaff after he gets Damian in a chokehold, and Jason grabs the barrel of a gun and lurches it upward before it fires where it had been pointed at Tim's head.

Dick ties the thieves up effortlessly as his brothers ensure the safe is untouched and call for the police. "Grown men running around in a toddlers outfit, are you not embarrassed?" One of the men laughs as Dick squats near him, setting up one of his unconscious buddies. "Not at all." Dick smirks as the man scoffs. "What you think you can be your big age dressing like a little hero and Batman will like you and take you in? Think he won't bash your teeth in for parading as his dead boy?" The question startles Dick, who glances at his chest, staring at the uniform. This uniform was his, but the last Robin Gotham saw in it, was Jason. Dick glances over to Jason, his jaw is clenched, and he quickly turns away. Dick glances back to the restrained man, and before he can say anything, Damian whirs past him, punching the man. Dick gasps and grabs the boy, holding him back from attacking again. "You don't know anything you pathetic low-life! My brother made this outfit and it is an honor to get to wear it as the first Robin's had! And Batman thinks we're cute!" Damian shouts, Dick actually laughs as he locks his arms around the wriggling boy.

"He's right, you're lucky you got us and not the big man tonight, insulting us while we're spelled, he wouldn't be too happy about that." Tim whistles as Dick grins. "Oh and trust me, he is around. Better hope next time it is him you run into, cause when this wears off, Red Hood gets his guns back." He's grins mischievously, seeing terror take over the man's features. "Have a goodnight boys!" Dick calls over his shoulder as they leave. He sees Jason already on the rooftop across the street, and he and Tim grapple up to him. Once they're on the roof, Dick sets down a still violently angry Damian, who's brushing himself off and cursing in another language as he stomps a few feet away from Dick. "Cmon Robins." Dick swings his arm over Jason's shoulder. "Let's get home." He yawns, the sun is already beginning to rise, and they hear sirens getting close as they leave the scene.

The next night their patrols are covered, and they stay inside, counting down the last three hours until it wears off. Dick eats dinner with Tim and Alfred, the others sprawled around the house somewhere, all waiting it out.

When the curse lifts there's a chorus of groans in relief. Dick and Damian are already back in sweats and a sweater, having changed into something comfortable so that would be what they were wearing when it did wear off, whereas Tim never even bothered to change, so he's still in his Red Robin gear, typing away at his laptop. Dick mentions changing and Tim waves him off, saying he'll get to it. Dick smiles and stretches, wanting to go to sleep, but as he sees Damian sketching and Tim working away, something nags at him, and makes him walk the direction away from his room.

Jason is in the study Dick knew he would be in. He's sitting in the arm chair, staring out the window as the rain patters against it. He's still in his Red Hood gear, helmet sat atop the table. "Hey little wing." Dick says softly, walking further into the room, but keeping a few feet between them. "I'm fine Dickbird." Jason scoffs, Dick hums, shifting his weight. "I was so caught up about it being my Robin suit." Dick says, and Jason sighs, turning so his back is completely to him. "I forgot it was yours too." His voice is softer now, Jason doesn't respond, Dick watches him intently, unable to tell anything just by looking at the back of his head. "I'm sorry, for treating it like a joke, for encouraging us patrolling like that, I didn't think we'd be recognized, I..I didn't think at all." He stares at his feet for a moment, feeling guilt creeping up his spine. "I could've pushed harder against it." Jason's response startles him, and he looks up again, Jason's still facing away from him, but he responded, that was a start.

"It was nice to be Robins together for a night." He sighs, and Dick has to fight back a smile, waiting to see if he's going to say anything else. "It was a lot to be in it again at first. Couldn't stop remembering the last time I wore that suit was when I died." His voice is softer now, Dick holds his breath. "But I saw how happy it made you, and Tim and Dami really did look cute in it. It wasn't so bad." He sighs, turning to glance at Dick. "I still should've checked on you, and I'm sorry I didn't. Good thing it's over now." Dick tries to lighten the mood, Jason shrugs. "It was nice to be Robin with you Dickhead." He hums, and Dick smiles warmly, walking over and hugging him, despite Jason's complaints and pushing against him. "It was nice to be Robin with you. I know I wasn't so nice back then, but I feel different now, it was actually really nice to see all of us, to see the Robin we used to be, to see what Robin has become." He hums, and Jason nods. "The Robin you used to be, it's all because of you." He murmurs, blushing as Dick hugs him tighter.

"You're still my Robin Jay, always will be." He sighs, finally letting him go from the hug, despite still smiling as Jason rolls his eyes. "Alright well I'm glad you got your two nights of enjoyment, you'll never catch me without pants again." Jason huffs, shuddering as he pats his thighs, where the jean fabric covers them. "Good idea, grown men don't rock it like little kids do." Dick smiles as they walk out of the study, Damian and Tim are still lounging in the sitting room, and Alfred steps out of the kitchen, smiling as he sees them. "Well my boys, you've survived your little spell, I thought you deserved a treat for being so brave." Alfred teases, bringing out a tray of cookies. "You're a god send Alf." Jason sighs, flopping down on the couch and taking a plate of cookies for himself. Neither Damian or Tim look up as they're handed some, and Dick sits on Jason's legs, thanking Alfred. "You're heavy." Jason complains, getting one leg free and kicking him. "You're heavier." Dick mocks, sitting back and turning the tv on. "And you're stuck now so we're watching a movie." He hums, earning grumbles of protest, but nobody actually fights him.

"What're we watching?" Bruce's voice startles them, and he sneaks a cookie from Tim's plate. "Still deciding." Dick replies, mouth full. "Well I can say I'm glad to see you all in your normal outfits, Tim why are you still suited up?" Bruce asks, eyebrows furrowed as Tim shrugs. "Didn't bother to change, didn't matter when I could only wear one thing." He replies, not looking up from his work. "Well, I enjoyed seeing you guys as Robin. It was bittersweet to see you in it again." Bruce smiles warmly at Dick, who smiles as well. "It felt nice to be Robin again, even for just a few days. Never thought we'd all get to be Robin together." He says, nudging Damian with his foot, who scoffs and shoves him away. "When you all weren't attempting to stab one another, it was enjoyable to see you all as Robin again." Alfred adds, walking over toward the mantle, "it's not like we were de-aged, I was a grown man in a leotard." Jason grumbles. "But you were Robin." Alfred says, setting a picture frame down, before walking away. Dick has finally chose a movie and watched it load up as they all glance at the mantle, seeing a new picture none of them saw even be taken, four Robins standing together, Bruce in the corner smiling at them. Batman and his Robins, Bruce and his sons.

Even as the mantle passes down, they will always be Robin.

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this was sooo fun to write thank you for the request!! I love my Robin boys and their brother dynamic <3 hope you enjoyed!!

[rocco-ko]

Hualian as the last true romance of our age…

I stopped watching western media at some point. And you know, it wasn’t because of it’s gradually decreasing quality over the past few years, no. It’s because of the creators trying so hard to make everything seem too „smartassISh” and too realistic. I overheard once that the romance is dead in Hollywood, and it’s surely true.

I’m going to share my probably controversial opinion, and I just want to let you know that it wasn’t meant to hurt anyone’s feelings in any way. This is just that little moment to uncover this lowly one’s love for TGCF.

Now let’s get back to… modern love, shall we?

The society turned it into a generic case study a long time ago. You’ve got a relationship problem? Let’s start with the „Toxicity check”. If your bond doesn’t appear to be tOxIc (whatever is that supposed to mean), go get the magic wand called „cOmMuniCAtIoN”. It will surely deal with everything else. But what if the relationships do happen to be tOxIc… (oh no). Well… good luck, babe, because even the heaven official’s blessing won’t ever help you.

Please, don’t get me wrong, I am not here trying to say that we should stop communicating our thoughts and needs with our partners. What I truly believe is that communication won’t give us that desirable connection if there’s no affinity between our souls. Unfortunately, we turned love into a set of tips to follow, a smartass plan. And with a plan to follow comes an effort, a work to do. Just look around and within, everything that we do is work. Do you really want a relationship that leaves you mentally exhausted as well? Loving someone is easy. At least to me…

„ ….That kind of affinity can only come by chance; it can’t be begged for. And whether that bond should live on is three parts fate and seven parts courage!”

How about the „embarrassing” words Xie Lian told little Hong Hong-er all these years ago? „If you don’t know the meaning to your life, then make me that meaning, and use me as the reason to live”. Weird and probably disturbing… but only because I have never read anything like this before! In truth, it is so freaking wonderful! Sometimes people are way too damaged to keep living on their own. XL with his special ability to „read” people grasped this. Rather than relying on empty promises like „eVeRYtHing Is goInG tO be AlRighT”, he gave HC something real and powerful. In a world where everyone keeps telling us to „get up” evetytime we get hurt again and again, to stop playing a victim card… we have a prince telling his little devotee to live for him… „Although brave, it’s foolish.” “Although foolish, it’s brave.” :)

Just like Hualian relationship.

Idealistic and naive? Yup. Totally obsessed with one another? More than anyone else! Co-dependent? Also yes. So what? I’ve been alone for my whole adult life. Find me somebody to live for, to become a better person for them and to put all of my devotion into worshipping their body and soul! I don’t need the relationships that are hard work. I will set for something way better – unconditional acceptance, trust and a lot of fondness. I know a love like this is real. One god and one ghost have already found it.

„The one standing in infinite glory is you; the one fallen from grace is also you. What matters is ‘you’ and not the state of you.”

[beef-brisket]

Adam laughed as Lucifer pulled him up to a standing position and spun him around.

Rolling his eyes, Angel smiled as he watched them. Downing his drink, he winked at Adam.

Angel: I can only handle so much gayness in one room, so I'm out. Later losers~.

Adam managed to say goodbye to Angel before he left, but the look on Lucifer's face made him chuckle.

Lucifer: Did he seriously call me a loser? He... knows who I am, right?

Leaning down and kissing Lucifer's forehead, Adam couldn't help but smile warmly thinking of his friend.

Adam: He didn't mean anything by it. You know how much he teases.

Lucifer: All I'm saying is that he's lucky he's your friend.

Adam: Stop it, you wouldn't hurt Angel. Or anyone for that matter.

Lucifer gasped: What about the royal mail man?!

Adam: He tripped over the pavement!

Lucifer: MY pavement!

Adam laughed and kissed Lucifer. He swore this man was too goofy to be king.

They could hear the music from downstairs filtering into the room. Pulling his king close, Lucifer swayed them, humming when Adam rested his chin on Lucifer's head.

After a few songs, Lucifer managed to convince Adam to come back downstairs.

Adam: ...what if they're still here...?

Lucifer: Oh, I'm sure they're still here. But remember, Adam. You're in charge now. You could snap their assholes out of their bodies. If you wanted to, of course.

Laughing, Adam slapped Lucifer's shoulder: T-The asshole is on the outside, Lu.

Lucifer: Oh... that... inner asshole then. That gross red thing.

Adam: I... the bowel? A literal intestine?

Lucifer shrugged: Call it whatever you'd like love. Either way, you can snap it to be on the outside.

Joining hands, they joined the people slow dancing.

Adam: I'm not sure how that'll work, but if they bother me, I'll do it.

Lucifer smiled: For science?

Adam: Yeah, yeah, for science or whatever.

Pulling Adam down for a kiss, Lucifer hoped those two would show up again, just so Adam could fleet his power.

Adam: Also, did you see that deer guys haircut? What the fucks going on with that?!

I really need some FtM Adam feeling comfortable wearing a dress.

I'm having some gender issues, so I'm craving some trans!Adam.

Rp of sinner!trans!Adam??

Oh are you okay? We can do that! ☺️

-

Adam brushed off any little crumbs that were on his dress, it wasn't very often that he wore feminine clothes anymore since transitioning but something about a nice dress every once in a while made him feel so fucking hot.

Not to mention that it was just his color, Adam swore he was meant to be rich why else would be look so fucking amazing in gold?

He should probably finish getting ready, his husband was waiting on him downstairs.

Adam slipped on some gold heels and earrings before going down to meet Lucifer.

Lucifer: There you are I've been-...... Wow

Adam: Looks nice right?

Lucifer: You look gorgeous my dove.~

Adam blushed as he took his hand and kissed it.

Adam: Worth the Wait?

Lucifer: More than worth it. You'll put everyone to shame at that party. Kinda wish we didn't have to go now, so I could poke around up your skirt.~

Adam giggled: Luci!!

Ugh, his voice cracked that hadn't happened in a while. But that's how flattered he is! Cheeky man working him up.

Lucifer: What?~ There's always time in the limo.~

He took Adams hand and they got in the limo. Lucifer put up the tinted window divider so the driver couldn't see them. Adam laid back in the long seat, he bit his lip as his husband went up his dress and pulled his panties down before disappearing underneath to eat him out.

((Adams outfit))

[luckycharms1701]

Lucky I write down potential asks in my notes and literally just scribbled this today so the fact hur open now is a wild coincidence and also ily /p have a great night !!! Drink fluids !!

The set up premise might be.. different? so ignore if inspiration doesn't tickle ur scrote but I am a person who eats spicy food on a daily basis and if it's painful enough it can look like a damn sexual experience(panting, sweating, flushed face, gr/moaning(in pain), whines, milk spills, the works). I can see bay Mikey doing some kind of prank or dare without knowing what would stir within until suddenly ur being dragged off to his bedroom trading one heat for another-

I'd hoped this was just about blurbish length and that I make sense ;-; (I am so nervous about sending request asks in I am ill)

(-gornack but anon cuz if i sound nonsensical I don't want the embarrassment of having my account attached)

^ how i felt reading this ask

there is nothing to be embarrassed about here!!

sorry for the fade to black but hope you enjoy anyway!

It takes exactly three wings for you to realize that you’ve made a mistake. You pause when the heat hits your tongue, and that is another mistake. You swallow without tasting anything and look at Mikey’s expectant face with a shaky smile. “No problem!” You give him a thumbs up, hoping he’ll ignore the increasing redness you can feel in your face.

When Mikey came to you, begging to recreate those videos he was obsessed with where people eat progressively spicier food, you knew this would happen. You knew. But one look into those tearful puppy dog eyes and you folded faster than wet cardboard. Now you (and your relatively low spice tolerance) find yourself wishing that you weren’t head over heels for him.

“Yes!” Mikey cheers with his hands in the air, and all the pain you are about to endure is immediately worth it. Damn him. You look back down at the remainder of the wing in your hand and both dread and determination run through your veins. Well, mama didn’t raise no quitter. You bring the little bomb to your mouth and eat the rest of it, trying and failing to keep the sauce off your lips. Shit.

You nibble on some bread to help with the heat, saving the milk for later when you’re truly suffering. Your fingers tap along to the beat of the music Mikey put on as you look for the next spicy little enemy. Instead of offering you the next saucy wing, Mikey is staring. At your lips, specifically. You touch them hesitantly. They feel a little inflamed but dry. “Did I miss some sauce or something?” Mikey shakes his head with an unusually (even for him) loud “No! You’re fine.” You shrug and reach for the wing he offers you.

Sweat forms on your brow before the heat hits, and you brace yourself just in time. A breathy “oh” leaves your parted lips as the heat rolls through your mouth like thunder. You give in and reach for the milk as the heat crests, gulping a little too quickly and spilling some. When the teasing you expect from your best friend doesn’t manifest, you try to contain your panting and look up to find him once again staring at your mouth. “Okay, I know what’s up with me, but what’s up with you?” You reach up and swipe at the line of milk dribbling down your chin with your thumb, and Mikey visibly swallows.

“N-nothing, angel. Just wondering if you’re still up for this. You look… heated.” You groan loudly at what you assume is a very bad pun, holding out your hand for the next torture device. The heat in your mouth is now at an alarmingly high steady burn, but you are trying to ignore that in favor of getting through this ordeal.

“Hit me, Michelangelo.” He mutters something under his breath that you can’t hear over the music, and you study him as he hands you the next wing. He is twitchy, eyes dark as he watches your fingers wrap around the meat. Wondering why Mikey is acting so weird is a good distraction from the pain in your mouth, so you continue to observe him as you raise the fifth wing to your mouth.

It seems almost like Mikey is the one on the spot, you muse as you chew, with the way he can’t sit still. He’s looking everywhere except at you now, fingers tapping agitatedly on the can of Orange Crush in between his hands on the table. Then the heat hits you like a brick wall, and there is no room in your head for anything except the stinging pain. Tears fill your eyes as you whimper.

Mikey’s chair scraping across the floor startles you as you chug some milk, and you spill some again. Your whimper turns into a groan as more milk dribbles down your chin. How embarrassing. The milk pools in your hand as you try in vain to keep it from getting everywhere.

“Okay, that’s it!”

Before you can process what’s happening beyond the fire raging in your mouth, Mikey rounds the table and picks you up. You stutter his name, hands flailing, beyond bewildered. He ignores you and beelines for his room, squeezing you firmly against his plastron.The door closes with an ominous snick, and you brace yourself, still panting from the heat of the wings. The tension leaves you though, as Mikey tosses you on the bed and shows you exactly why he was acting so weird. Oh. Ohhhhh. OH.

~~~

head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic @writinandcrying @xnorthstar3x @morenovix218 @donniesgirlie @gornackeaterofworlds

[lululeighsworld]

Lorah: Lilac Knight's Love

Artist: @littledashdraws

Wanted to share this commission by Dash, who so lovingly illustrated my vision for Gunter's first wife!! Although Lorah's lived in my head since 2017, this is the first time I've had her drawn. Because I'm so thrilled over this art, I put together a little introduction for her!! you can read more about her below~

Residence: Duet Mountains Occupation: Farmer •❀• Bedside Nurse •❀• Homemaker Birthday: July 11 Gender: Female Relatives: Gunter (Husband) Katerina (Daughter)* Personality: Shy •❀• Bubbly •❀• Optimistic Hobbies: Crafting •❀• Gardening •❀• Baking Age: 21 (when she first meets Gunter) •❀• 36 (at death)

A Nohrian commoner whose known the kingdom's southern mountain range and neighbouring valleys her entire life, Lorah was a recognizable resident of her town even though she kept to herself. Learning the basics of herbal remedies from a young age, she would split her time between tending to the fields and easing the woes of the sick. In adulthood, she would chance upon meeting a Nohrian Great Knight during her town's annual spring festival. The couple's engagement, after seven years of courting, had become one of the most highly anticipated moments amongst the townsfolk.

*NOT the Nohrian Queen. I named their kid before I realized what Xander's mom's name was and by that point I was already ATTACHED (tell me Caterpillar is not the cutest nickname). So now the reason they share a name is lore relevant (which is a part of this fic!).

divider by saradika

[vampiricsheep]

Alright. Okay. It's the topic of the night so I guess I'll Say My Piece and be done with it.

I stopped going to Tyria pride years ago because the sheer amount of tasteless things people would say, unchallenged, in map chat and I was uncomfortable but not interested in starting shit. Every time I have gone, I leave early because that same discomfort creeps in.

A non-comprehensive list of the things people have said multiple times that either piss me off or are just irritating to read ad nauseum:

jokes were the punchline is that lesbians hate dick / gay men are repulsed by vulvas

extremely explicit sexual jokes

jokes about caudecus stalking logan

"Praise Joko!"

I've complained about these experiences to friends in private conversations, but I don't try to start shit with unnamed jester #12 in the chat.

Which is why I find it absolutely bonkers that people decided to mock and harass someone for saying something they, personally, may have found tasteless but entirely within the realm of the game's fiction.

"No cops at pride" doesn't apply to npc cosplays / the seraph faction because those aren't real people that have hurt people in real life. You can write an essay on your blog analyzing the game's narratives and themes all you want, but harassing a stranger over it is...I don't know how to say this kindly. It feels like people are leaping at the opportunity to use a real-world phrase out of its real-world context to harass a stranger they were annoyed by.

[lesbiansanemi]

Currently trying not to vomit over the fact that I essentially just lost almost a thousand dollars brb

[ettadunham]

sometimes i remember the hunger games and how nobody actually paid attention to what was in those books

[tony-andonuts]

God I wish I didnt get ostrasised by all but like 4 of my peers because holyfucking shit am I overworked and need a hug

[probablynotsamantha]

Dammit heart why are you like this ik she's like the exact damn girl you would've thought up to be as attractive and friend as humanly possible to me but you still don't have to be this whiny about it.

[camgoloud]

a “fun fact about me” is actually that i have a fascinating interior life and i’m in love with the whole world. just so you know