#two boys kissing IS anarchy

[mcondance]

I didn’t know I needed more hobie x transmasc reader until I saw that holy shit

you’re so real anon hobie is so damn queer. sometimes he asks for a kiss n u tease him n say no and he goes into a multi-sentence rant about how two boys kissing is one of the most anarchic, system-destroying things in the world, so you have to kiss him or else you’re not really into destroying the government and all that. he always make sure you know he thinks of u as a guy, whether it’s with his obnoxious brit slang, “MAN LIKE Y/N”, or subtle things like showing you pics of two boyfriends and going “us.”

hello 2 all my transmasc readers!! i love u all sm n don’t ever b afraid to send me asks including transmasc stuff!! i’m hugging u all rn 🫂

[leafostuff]

Messes in Distress [Ft. Weeekly Jihan and Zoa]

Tags: BFH, 'Besties'!Zoa&Jihan, No plot all horny, Threesome, Double thigh riding, Double boobjob, Blowjob, Dirty talk, Fingering, Surprise Creampie, Anal, Pussy licking/eating, Mutual orgasm. no beta we die like man

Author's Note: as my august release i have to say: this is the filthiest fic I have ever written, throughout the entire writing process (which only took me two days) I have constantly felt both horny for those two gorgeous girls, but also inspired to keep writing and not stopping at anything.

as its also quite apperant, this is my first ever threesome smut, which I had tons of fun to write, so I do hope you will enjoy reading this fic that I worked very hard on.

PS: yes this was the post that I quickly deleted and responded with "YALL SAW NOTHING", my hand slipped on the post note lol

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This party never looked as colourful and vibrant as it is right now.

Or maybe its just the rave lights Jeonghoon, your best friend installed for his house party. After all of the finals you had to suffer this semester, a proper party is really what you needed, especially in such a big house like his which has more than enough space to party just in the backyard.

But back to what you were saying, there is so much for you to see from you view at the barstool chair. From the football players swimming inside, the cheerleaders eyeing them from the other edge of the pool, probably gossiping about the latest drama or whatnot, some frat boys drinking their 7th shot of the night while dancing to the DJ's (yeah your friend also hired a DJ for the party) music like there is no tommorow, and while some may look at this and call it anarchy, you find it quite enjoyable looking at it.

Then you see them

Two girls, one blondie, the other black haired, neither you have seen before (maybe you seen the blonde one in your 2 am walks back to your dorm, fetching groceries? Eh you don't really know), both of them wearing white tops that expose their bellies and denim blue jeans, both tailored to show their curves from head to toe.

They both look happy, eyes closed while both their bodies sensually move to the rhythm of the music. It's hard not to shift your focus to them, the way their bodies stand closer than usual while they look into each other ,how they lean their faces closer, engaging in a short kiss, or how-

Realize that the black haired girl caught your eyes, the blonde girl joins her, both smiling while their eyes wander downward.

you are a bit puzzled until you look down and realize; your pants now form a visible tent. You try to look away but its too late.

the two girls now exchange a look between each other before leaving the dance floor and heading toward you, their smiles are those of good girls, however you could feel their intentions are anything but.

Eventually they both stand in front of you, meanwhile

"You are Jeonghoon's friend, right?" The blonde asks, her voice softer than you thought.

"Uhhh...yeah? Why?"

"Great" the black haired girl joins the conversation. "We need a favor" she adds, her smile is even brighter than before.

"Sure" you answer, a bit confused "What favor you two need?"

They both grin widely before the blonde speaks again. "A BIG favour..." You could feel her fingers travel upward across your left thigh.

Meanwhile her friend leans her face to your right ear while her fingers mimic her friend's movement but on your right thigh and then her hand finds itself on your currently hard clothed member.

"A favour...only YOU can help us with..." She whispers in your ear.

Take a look at the two girls again, they are even prettier from close as each feature that you saw back then is now presented to you at high definition. From their silky and smooth hair, eyes that look like trouble but you are still in place as if you are frozen and their chests that look a size bigger than what you thought they were.

Their smiles which you could swear you could see them licking their lips.

Their soft, luscious looking red coloured lips that are oh so inviting...

You are not sure if the alcohol is talking right now but honestly, you don't care anymore. "Sure, I don't mind helping you two with your...favor".

The girls' smiles grow wider as you stand up from the barstool, take each one's hand and lead them inside the house and upstairs, thank god everyone else is outside.

"i never really got you two’s name" you said, navigating through the halls of the 2nd floor until eventually you find the door to Jeonghoon's room, but just as your hand gets close to the knob the two girls pin you to the wall, the black haired girl attached her mouth to your neck, alternating between licks, kisses and bites causing you to moan lightly.

Meanwhile the blonde puts her lips on you, engaging in a steamy makeout session while her tongue grazed against your teeth, as if asking for access to your mouth which you humbly accept. It's hypnotic how her sweet lips feel on yours, how her tongue explores inside your mouth, how as soon as she finds your own she initiates a sensual dance of tongues causing both of you to quietly moan.

You both eventually part lips, gasping for air, take a look at one you just kissed, her blonde hair now looks messier than it was when you first met her.

"heh...that was good" she speaks between pants, "anyways, i am Jihyo, and the one who is opening your jeans down there is Hyewon" look down, she already finished popping the last button, leaving you only in briefs.

"Well what are we waiting for, lets get inside" you say, the two girls giggle cutely while you open the room.

in the middle of the room is a king sized bed, big enough to have the three of you on it with pillows on the gar edge of the bed. The two girls lightly push you into the bed before joining you as each one straddles herself on each thigh of yours while their hands work together to take your shirt off your body, throwing it somewhere.

Now the three of you are in a loop.

Starting with Hyewon capturing your lips with hers while her hands rest on the left side on your chest l, admiring both your chest and abs. At the same time Jihyo latches her lips on the right side of your neck, delivering kisses from your shoulder all the way to your earlobe, there eliciting an audible moan directly to your ear before going back to her masterful attack of your neck, meanwhile her left hand wraps around your cock, rubbing it up and down in an attempt to get you harder as fast as possible.

Both of them also start to move their bodies back and forth on each of your thigh, letting you feel their friction getting you closer and closer to your first orgasm.

Suddenly, a switch; now Hyewon does Jihyo's job and vice versa, during those loops, your hands go each one to another girl, appreciating their bodies from their soft bellies all the way to their slander backs, then groping one breast of each girl causing both to gasp in surprise.

Eventually after enough back and forth of them pleasuring you, it gets harder for them to continue rubbing your cock as now they leave your lap, with both of their hands on the hem of your boxers. With perfect timing they pull it down, letting your cock pop out of your cock prison, leaving you the first one being fully naked.

"Wow...unnie, its so big" Hyewon says, looking at your member that is covered with some of your precum with excitement,

"Yes baby...he is so big, and all of it...for us" Jihyo responds, leaning into her friend's lips and pecks her lips lightly.

"I do think its a bit unfair i am the only one naked here" you mention the inequality.

"you are right Oppa" Hyewon replies, "i saw you staring at our tits, when we danced outside" she adds, leaving jihyo with a pretend surprise face.

"Is that so baby..." she questions her best friend before turning her eyes to you "Would you like to fuck them first?" the question might as well be rethoric as without any doubt you say.

"I would gladly want that"

"Then let us get started" Jihyo exclaims, letting you inch your body toward the edge of the bed. Meanwhile she goes behind Hyewon, hands grabbing the hem of her best friend's top, slowly pulling in an attempt to tease you slowly about each part of Hyewon's ample breasts, covered in a lacy purple bra until finally the top is completely off causing her tits to slightly bounce at the recoil, the piece of clothing is thrown at one of the pillows.

Now it's Jihyo's turn to discard her top, this time without any teasing, knowing you can't wait anymore for the show to begin as now she joined her friend being topless, only with a black bra as the wall between your eyes and her nipples.

back at Hyewon, she is now popping each button of her jeans while looking straight at your eyes, biting her lip in arousal and winking to you. Look down and see that her matching purple panties have a wet spot in the middle, making it clear to you that she is excited, and that she is waiting.

And she is not the only one as Jihyo also started quickly working on her own jeans, exposing her black panties and leaving the two girls only with their underwear, both their eyes and panties glistening in what can only be described as excitement.

It's sinful how they are both looking at your cock lustfully like it's their favorite meal waiting to be devoured, how they both kneel down to each side of your thigh while their face get closer to their prized possession.

How they both look at you with innocent eyes one last time before defying it forever.

The scene beneath you is filthy; two girls, both equally as gorgeous and sexy, engaging in a full on makeout session, loudly exchanging saliva with the tip of your cock in between receiving the leftovers. Both of their busts envelop the base, moving up and down, left and right in the rhythm of the kiss, even your balls are not left unsatisfied as both their underboobs take care of that part.

"Fuck...girls..." you mutter, only a minute passed and you are already in a haze, looking at the white ceiling, gripping the sheets of the bed to try and gain some semblance of control. You can't help yourself as you release an audible moan, making sure they know how good they make you feel.

"Unnie...I'm getting wet..." The black haired girl whined, pulling away from Jihyo's lips with an audible 'pop', panting to catch her breath before leaning back into the kiss

"me too baby," she breathily mumbles between kisses. "just a couple more seconds, i can feel him getting close ...".

eventually the first round of the white liquid came out, glazing both of their lips and tongues however they dont stop, even when some of your cum falls inside their mouth they continue, mixing both of their saliva with your cum, making both of their face messier by the second.

More cum erupts from your cock, painting the two girl's faces, some even get on their bras as you can feel yourself relieved with each string you shoot, soon enough the two girls release from their makeout session and rise up to sit on the edge of the bed, finally letting your cock rest, but not for long.

"Oh…you are still hard Oppa..." Hyewon exclaimed, cleaning some of your cum on her face before slightly pushing you closer to the middle of the bed, her previously innocent looking smile now has changed into a slutty grin.

“Let me help you” 

You don't even need words to show you agree as now hyewon hands go behind her back, letting an audible click be heard as her bra falls onto the bed, giving you a front view of her now hardened nipples.

Jihyo, seeing what her bestie is planning, quickly unclasped her bra as well and throwing it somewhere. Then they both, at the same time take their hands to their panties, quickly lowering them down their thighs, to their legs and then out of their bodies, finally joining you in being fully naked

Just the sight of the two girls' boobs being shown to you in their full glory and the way both of their neatly shaven pussies are leaking is enough to get your throat dry, unable to mutter a single word and only stare at them in awe.

Then, their second round of pleasure begins

Hyewon now leans down toward your shaft, letting her slender finger pump you one last time before her luscious lips envelope around the tip of your cock.

Her first slurp is enough to get you to moan loudly and move your head back in pleasure, then she starts moving her lips up and down at a steady pace, making sure every movement is audible with slurps, licks and everything in between. It's even worse when you see how her deer-like eyes stare directly into yours.

You are surprised to see how big her mouth is, as even though a lot of your cock is inside her mouth, she is still able to take more. Eventually your tip reaches the back of her throat, now deepthroating you 

“She is taking you sooo well, isn't she?” You didn't notice when Jihyo snaked behind you, her tits on your back while her hands glide around your pecs. her cloudy lips delivering sweet pecks to your neck and ear as only after processing all of the senses that she delivers you manage to get a small nod and mumble a small “ngh”

She cutely laughs at your attempt at her response. “I bet her lips feel so sweet on your big, thick cock” she whispers directly into your left ear, not expecting a seemingly sweet, adorable girl like her to speak such filth but for some reason, it excites you.

“I can't wait for you to fill both of our good girls holes with your thick, warm and sticky cum, letting you fuck us like your little slu-OH FUCK” but enough is enough as you finally lose your temper, silencing Jihyo by pushing your two left fingers into her wet pussy, your right hand starts groping one of her boobs while your lips connect with her own.

you three are now a mess.

You have Hyewon, her mouth fully coating your hardened shaft with saliva while her hands work diligently to massage your balls and inner thighs. Her eyes aroused by seeing you, fingering and groping her best friend to the points she stop messaging you with her right hand to finger herself to not leave herself out of the pleasure.

You have Jihyo, her eyes closed shut,  lost in the sheer amount of pleasure she receives and gives to you, each time your lips leaves her for attacking her neck she shouts a symphony of moans, but not for long before you continue to kiss her again

And then there’s you, feeling like the star of a porn video with two incredibly hot girls. Which you have never met before and now they are naked, hungry for your cock while you fuck them in various ways.

The only way you can describe this moment the three of you are sharing at the moment is heaven in hell.

“I AM SO CLOSE OPPA,” Jihyo shouts into the air, feeling her climax getting closer with each passing second. Yours is also not so far behind, as the suction of Hyewon's lips is driving you crazy.

However just as you were about to release your load into her throat, Hyewon swiftly lets her mouth out of your cock without any gag, she rises from her prone position and hovering closely above your cock, before quickly saying.

“I'm safe”

“Huh? What are you-OH FUCK” You dont have time to react as the deer-eyed slut impales her slick yet tight pussy directly on your dick, you could swear you see tears in her eyes from the pain she is feeling but its quickly replaced with tears of joy, signaling you that she wants this.

“UGHHH, YES” She curses loudly after the first explosion of cum erupts inside her. Then quickly comes the second, the third and even the forth, each pump gets Hyewon to a level of ecstasy she never felt before as she rolls her eyes backwards and lets her tongue hang out of her mouth while her orgasm flows onto the base of your dick.

At the same time your fingers also get coated by Jihyo's own fluids, moaning unintelligible words but it was clear that she was enjoying every second of her high. Eventually your mutual orgasm comes to an end, as you all fall into the bed, both girls on different sides while you are in between them.

For a moment the surrounding goes silent. No club music from outside the house, no chatter from drunk university students, the only sounds the three of can comprehend are each other’s synced up breathing, attempting to recover from your lust-filled haze. Finally, Hyewon gathers enough strength to talk.

“Oppa…are you…done” a breathy question came from her mouth as for the first time tonight, her eyes looked at yours with pure innocence.

You can't help but giggle at her question and lean forward to peck her lips. “I think with sexy you two are…i dont think i will ever be done” you respond.

“Oh, That's great to hear Oppa…” Jihyo interrupted your small talk with her friend. Take a look at her, her hair messy and ruffled, her entire body filled with a mixture of sweat and cum.

“Because…i haven't got your cum inside me yet…” she adds, her hands now go to her hair, smoothing it from any random strands and then parting it in the middle, creating two symmetrical ponytails from each side of her head.

“But…” another pause as she turns herself face down, letting herself gain control as she raises her body up while keeping her arms and knees on the mattress, her soft and curvy ass pointed up and directly at you before saying.

“I want it in my ass”

And just like that, you could feel yourself getting hard at the view, it's not hard to see how Jihyo's pussy is still wet and is leaking on the sheets, telling you that she is ready for her turn, but before you cave in to her request, her eyes turn toward Hyewon.

“Baby…i want to eat you out, i bet Oppa’s cum tastes as sweet as i think…” She gestures to her best friend, quickly Hyewon shifts in front of her face, sitting in a way that gives easy access to her pussy for Jihyo.

Realize that Jihyo's two ponytails are your handles, you grab each one with your hand, the blonde girl looks back at you one last time with a wide smile and shining eyes, signaling to you that she is ready for you.

And with that out of the way, you begin.

Starting a chain reaction, you pull both of Jihyo's ponytails and slam your cock deep into her asshole. In response, she elicits a moan but quickly she inches her tongue toward Hyewon’s entrance licking out some of your cum that was left over which causes Her to clamp her soft and meaty thighs around her best friend’s head and join Jihyo with her moans.

“Fuck, unnie…it feels so good” The deer-eyed girl moaned, quickly getting aroused again seeing her best friend eat her out while being pounded by you from behind.

“I know ugh baby…he ugh is so deep inside ugh my ass” Jihyo tries to mumble to her friend in between pounds from you and licks from her. Meanwhile, you are silent, lost in the cloudy haze of pleasure from how tight her ass is, only sometimes releasing a groan.

Eventually you start increasing your pace, and it seems that Jihyo’s enjoys it, mostly by the fact that she also starts moving her butt toward your dick, letting you hear breathy moans such ‘yes’ or ‘more’ while still having the energy to pleasure Hyewon, who was holding her best friend's head close to her pussy in order to get eaten out more often.

As you start feeling yourself getting closer to your ends, you mutter loudly. “Shit girls, I am gonna cum”.

“Load it in her ngh ass Oppa” Hyewon managed to respond, struggling to not vocalize her pleasure. “I bet my cock-slut unnie would love getting filled by your thick cum, just like you did to my pussy” she dirty talks, getting you one step closer to where they both want you.

“YES, PLEASE OPPA” Jihyo loudly moans while turning her face back to you. “CUM INSIDE ME, FILL MY SLUTTY ASS WITH YOUR COCK, AS MUCH AS YOU WANT”.

And then, you finally cave in to their requests as for the final time of the night, your cock shoots one last string of cum into Jihyo's ass, one last Lick of Jihyo's tongue into Hyewon’s Cunt and one time where Hyewon clamps her thighs on Jihyo’s head the three of you  moan from the sheer pleasure that overwhelms your bodies and then you all fall into the bed.

Once again the room is quiet, no one dares mutter a word, you all have enough strength to just look at each’s now with tired yet happy eyes.

And in your mind, only one thought pops in your head, and you know that both Hyewon and Jihyo were thinking about the same thing as well.

“Best. Sex. Ever”

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Started writing in 6/8/2024

Finished writing in 7/8/2024

[pumpkin-writes]

i'm sorry

jax teller x reader

warnings: mature language, some mildly steamy smoochin', mostly just soft, fluffy, sappy jax. you know, what the show robbed us of.

word count: 1.1k

notes: as requested by @thisreadswhatever

i hope you enjoy, love! i had so much fun writing this 🤭 thank you again so much for your request & positive feedback on my other jax stuff ❤️

you had hardly slept. you tossed and you turned, you stared at the ceiling, you stared at the empty space in the bed that jax normally slept in. the two of you fought for hours the previous night, and ended up going to bed angry. you never went to bed angry at each other, and really you two didn't fight. but with all of the stress of the club, jax hadn't been himself lately, and he unfortunately took it out on you after dinner last night. what started as an admittedly snide comment from you about dirty dishes or something irrelevantly domestic like that turned into a screaming match between the two of you. you spewed things like "arrogant" and "mama's boy" at him, you finally broke down and told him how much you hated that he never talked to you about club stuff. and when he erupted back, he called you things like "nosey" and "ungrateful" all things that stung when you heard them, but what got you is when he called you a bitch. it wasn't what you were used to from him by any means, he typically adorned you with pet names and practically worshipped the ground you walked on.

jax knew he fucked up, the second the word left his lips. things with the club had really been getting to him, and suddenly, he felt like his world was falling apart. all his knew was the sons of anarchy, it was his legacy. but since he'd found and read his father's journals, he wasn't so sure of that anymore. he wasn't sure of most things, and he hated the uncertainty. he hated how on edge he'd been lately, working late, sometimes not even getting a chance to see you before you were off to bed. but he always came in and slipped under the covers with you and wrapped you up in his arms. god, he wished that's how last night went. just when he thought he'd been lucky enough to spend the evening with you having dinner, he had to go and fuck it up. he didn't even realize how fired up he'd gotten and how out of hand your argument got until he saw tears instantly swell up in your eyes in reaction to him calling you a bitch.

he took the liberty of sleeping on the couch, not knowing where to begin when it came to his apology. just as you barely slept, neither did jax. instead, he stared at the ceiling until the sun came up, just thinking about how he could make this up to you. was he really willing to lose you over an argument? an argument that shouldn't have even happened, he thought, but either way, the answer was absolutely not. by the time the birds started to chirp outside, he couldn't wait anymore. if he was going to do this, it had to be now, while everything he wanted to say was still fresh in his brain.

the sound of the bedroom door creaking open behind you made you go stiff. should you just act like you're asleep? before you could even decide, you felt the familiar feeling of the duvet lifting and jax sneaking under it. you bit your lip, unsure if you should just turn around and say something; tell him to leave, or tell him how upset you still were. but you stayed frozen on your side, waiting for his next move. that's when you felt him scooting closer in toward you, the warmth of his body radiating against your back. with a final, swift movement, he'd wrapped his arms around you and pulled your body flush against his.

"good morningggg," his voice was low, yet still possessed a sing-song tone that made the corner of your lips start to curl up into a smile. his hand started to work it's way up, then so gently down your arm, and jax found himself nuzzled into the crook of your neck. "i know you're awake." he mumbled into your skin before pressing a kiss to your neck, sending shivers down your spine, another kiss following not a moment after. "i'm sorry."

you sighed and finally gave up. you couldn't just sit there and pretend to sleep while he was trying so hard to get you to face him. although you still felt conflicted about all that had been said the night before, you hated not talking to him. not sleeping beside him. and he knew just how to make you weak, peppering your neck and shoulder with more and more kisses. it was kind of nice to have him so desperate for your attention and forgiveness. maybe you'd let him keep trying to prove how sorry he really was.

you shifted a bit in his grip before fluttering your eyes open to meet his baby blues. how are you supposed to stay mad at at face like that? but you kept it together, following through on making him work for it. "are you now?" the tone of your voice was so very obviously teasing him, and he knew it once he saw the cocky smirk you sported. if you wanted to play this game, he was down. "i am so," he began, all while he snaked his arms around your waist entirely, grabbing a proper hold of you. "so, so," his head dipped down and your foreheads met in the middle, "so sorry." seeing jax this way made you gush on the inside. you were starting to feel bad, almost, and you didn't see yourself playing hard to get much longer.

you were practically stuck in jax's arms, he'd been holding onto you pretty firmly and didn't intend on letting you go until he made things right with you. you'd been eye to eye, faces only inches from one another and all you could think about was his lips. his soft, beautiful, generous lips that you just couldn't take your eyes off of. and jax noticed, of course he did. he knew you wanted to kiss him, or him to kiss you, and hell, your wish was his command; no need to say it out loud.

without another second of hesitation, jax leaned into you and pushed his lips to yours hungrily. it's all you need to give in and accept his apology, returning his energy and moving in synchronization. you felt him softly bite your bottom lip, and it incites a soft moan to escape from your lip. you feel jax smile against your lips before pulling back from you, leaving you longing for him to keep going. "i knew i could make it up to you." his words made you roll your eyes, and all you could say in response was what you'd already been thinking all morning. "maybe you should be sorry more often."

[baeddelicto]

I am a leader but you will not follow me I ain't no preacher, for I'm full of blasphemy See you in hell, boys

Like an angel who'd been dancing with some devils I'm a bad girl with hope for a better day My laughter is spiced with mischief I won't toss the salt, kiss it up, or pray When you offer pink or blue, I'll take the blackest When you offer only two, I'll offer three When you point me in a direction, I'll run backwards And at the border of utopia, I'll toast to anarchy

Cause fire and rock, I'm coming home to you As I'm pickin' the bones out of my dinner stew Open up the gates of hell and roll me through Fire and rock, I'm coming home to you

So you're sayin' Satan's army's rising up soon Well if it is, I'm the Secretary of No-State No state! Got wrenches, rocks, and bottles in my tool pouch My desire is society's jailbait Cause there's tons of guys a'mopin' 'bout the workday Dimes by the dozens Their song weighs a thousand pounds But there's nothing like a lady with a buzzsaw I just might build your house But I just might tear it down

Yes barkeep, I will surely have another To the witches! To the goblins and the trolls! I'll be coming to recruit your rebel children There ain't no use in lockin' doors There's one of me in every home With mud on my boots And blood on my jeans I'll take those pretty dresses Tear 'em at the seams Roll me through the gates of hell, ah please And I'll be back in your daughter's dreams

[kylo-wrecked]

𝕊𝔼𝕏, 𝔾𝔼ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ, & 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊

Note from original creator of meme, and key this is for lgbtqia+ muses if your muse is cishet this isn’t the dash game for you it was created by a queer mun for queer muses. bold: always, italic: situational, strikethrough: never.

♡ GENDER IDENTITY: cisgender (man) / intersex / gender-nonconforming / transmasc / transfemme / transman / transwoman / nonbinary / gender-fluid / genderqueer / agender / demi-girl / demi-boy / bigender / pangender / omnigender / two-spirit

♡ SEXUALITY: queer / gay / lesbian / bisexual / pansexual / omnisexual / asexual / androsexual / demisexual / fluid / non-labelled / graysexual / gynesexual / homosexual / monosexual / polysexual

Each version of this muse is still figuring things out. Some try harder than others. Observe—

*summons a list with a snap like fucking mary poppins ✨*

Modern!Ben: horrified by his attraction to men/does not explore/interrogate this sense of attraction/horror.

Music!Ben: more certain in his sexuality but weirdly hard on cis women due to some unconscious, repressed attachment to mom.

Ex-Con!Ben: could be demi. sadly, doesn't identify with any label he hasn't already been given on legal papers.

Smuggler!Ben: not human/near-human discriminate~

Murder!Kylo: never thinks about it.

Ren: are you powerful? Do you have the ability to make him suffer the ending of one thousand galaxies? Can you pull his crushed soul through... oh, that's too bad. *swipes left*

♡ DATING PREFERENCES: monogamous / ethically nonmonogamous / monogamish / relationship anarchy / open relationships / polyamorous / doesn’t date / dates casually

Ren is Ren.

Ex-Con!Ben and Modern!Ben are strictly monogamous.

Music!Ben could be closeted poly, but he doesn't want to put the honest emotional effort into maintaining multiple authentic relationships, doesn't love one partner to know about another, doesn't like the idea of hierarchy, amatonormativity, etc. So, la-di-da.

♡ ATTACHMENT STYLE: secure / anxious-preoccupied / dismissive-avoidant / fearful-avoidant

♡ SEXUAL INCLINATIONS: sex favourable / sex adverse (particularly Ren/Ex-Con!Ben) / sex indifferent / hypersexual / sex-repulsed / bottom / top / versatile / vers bottom / vers top / service top / power bottom / stone top / pillow princess / submissive / dominant / switch / brat / baby girl/boy / soft dom / pleasure dom / caregiver

Ren: soft violence, the erotica of pulling molecules apart- you're not dead now; you're different. <333

♡ LOVE LANGUAGES: words of affirmation / quality time / acts of service / receiving gifts / physical touch / activity / appreciation / emotional / financial / intellectual / practical

Murder!Kylo: are you going to help me complete my Project or not? :/

♡ PHYSICAL ACTS OF INTIMACY: holding hands / kissing / cuddling / massages / bathing together / washing partner’s hair / skin on skin contact / forehead kisses / playing under the table (e.g. hand on thigh, footsy etc) / playing with partner’s hair / playful tickling / seeking them out in bed to hold / eye contact / reading to your partner / being read to / napping together / couch cuddles while doing separate activities (head in lap etc)

No shower/fresher sex with short people.

♡ KINKS & TURN ONS: dirty talk / quiet in bed / loud in bed / having hands pinned / pinning partners hands / having hair pulled / pulling partners hair / being watched / watching their partner / voyeurism / receiving oral sex / giving oral sex / receiving penetration / giving penetration / praise kink (he could not handle this) / biting / marking up your partner / being marked up / impact play / edge play / teasing / being teased / using toys on partner / having toys used on them / choking / being choked / being restrained (good luck) / restraining their partner / shibari / breeding kink / worshiping their partner / being worshiped / humiliating / being humiliated / degrading / being degraded /pegging / being pegged / frotting / face sitting / dom/sub dynamics / DDLG dynamics / aftercare / anal / bdsm / light bondage / outdoor sex / sensory deprivation / roleplay / rough sex / threesomes / wax play / sensory play (eg. pinwheels etc) / knife play / blood play / caging / cbt / sounding / collars / exhibitionism / rimming / fisting / pet play / dressing up for partner / partner dressing up for them / daddy kink / mommy kink / master/slave dynamics

Ren: inducting [partner] into the Knights of Ren. big turn on.

*Ex-Con!Ben's sexual experience is quite limited. Also, do not degrade him. He's not comfortable with blood play either.

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tagging:// *sets revolver on table* take it or leave it

[mikodrawnnarratives]

Promise Me A Place In Your House Of Memories

Renegades Trilogy

Summary:

Nova’s gone over too many what ifs during her life, and she’d much rather have a break from that today.

After all, that one ‘what if’ sat right beside her, heart pumping and breathing, and that is enough. That is enough for today.

Or: The Artino's spend a quiet afternoon together. Ft. The Everhart boys

A/n: Sort of follow up to my fic “Happy Birthday Dear Evie Artino” but you don’t necessarily need to read it to understand this one.

Thirteen years since her parents died. Since she was six years old. Since she hid. Since she held that gun to the intruder’s face.

Thirteen years since he shot her mom. Shot her dad. Shot Evie. Thirteen years since Evie went quiet. Thirteen years since Evie managed to miraculously survive. Since she was found by the landlord. Since the shambled renegades didn’t keep an eye on the crime scene, the bodies. Leaving that task up to the crew that couldn’t care less about Ace Anarchy’s family.

Thirteen years since Nova lost Evie. Since Evie lost her.

Or, well. Maggie.

Three years since Nova became Insomnia. Three since she met Maggie. Two since her uncle’s defeat. One. One since she found Evie again. Found Maggie again. One since her sister found her too.

After the parade, after Adrian kissed her, after Ingrid’s eyes fell back, after Callum, after Honey’s betrayal, after… after seemingly everything. Not before the guilt could dim, or the hurt. Not before she could ease her regrets, if that was even possible. Not before Nova could think about not focusing on the what ifs, when others could sleep when she could not.

What if she had saved Callum? What if Honey didn’t betray her? What if there was love in Ace’s heart for her still and she made the wrong decision? What if she never saved Adrian?

What if… Evie wasn’t killed.

Well… that’s turned out to be an “after”. Strangely enough. Not that any of it could change what has already happened. Nova’s gone over too many what ifs during her life, and she’d much rather have a break from that today.

After all, that one ‘what if’ sat right beside her, heart pumping and breathing, and that is enough. That is enough for today.

The glow of the sun flickers and shines through the green trees as the car rolls down the gravel road. Nova’s void expression lifts from the sight of the trees. They’re getting to grow tall after the terrorism the site experienced earlier in the year. Their beautiful green leaves now free to come out for the summer.

Maggie shifts in her seat, getting antsy as the car slows to a halt. Light from the trees outside reflects off the bronze in the teen’s bracelet as she fidgets with it. One half delicately patched together with another half of similar material, yet not the same. Six months since Adrian’s assistance in splitting the copper filigree between the two. Their late birthday gift, technically. And did his best to match the materials, despite it not being quite the same. Neither sister mentioned it.

Even for as blunt Maggie tends to be, she never nitpicked. Well actually, she only nitpicked when it came to the one ‘accessory’ attached to the bracelet. Instead of a clasp similar to Nova’s, Maggie chose a secure holding for her… Bullet. Nova still couldn’t understand her sister’s obsession with the thing that nearly killed her, but it wasn’t as if she could judge. Out loud.

At least she agreed to let the bullet be thoroughly disinfected before it went on the bracelet. Just in case. Maggie made no secret of her offense that they thought it had never been washed before. The silver lining of it all being the fidgeting aspects of the new design alleviated Maggie’s urges to snatch everything shiny in sight. Her therapist gave the ‘go ahead’ too. One less thing for them to look out for in her behavior at least.

Most of the time.

Leroy opens the car doors with a click of a button. Gesturing for the two to head out while he finds a good parking spot.

Nova grabs the basket and hops out of the car, Maggie following suit. A hand slips into hers, grabbing tightly. Nova jumps and turns around. Her sister’s eyes widen and she averts eye contact, her embarrassment burning her cheeks red. Oh. Right.

Nova turns around and lets the thirteen year old(and a half, as her sister insists)’s hand rest in hers as they walk. Maggie silently walks ahead, not letting go. Nova sighs and rubs her thumb against her sister’s hand in a sort of apology, as awkward as it is.

She still isn’t used to some of the silent gestures she’s figured out Maggie tends to initiate when wanting comfort. Not that she minded, it is just… different than what she’s used to.

Maggie picks up the pace, focusing on the attention at hand rather than her actual hand holding tight to her sister’s.

The girl clears her throat. “Where?”

“Uh..” Nova drawls, looking up ahead. “We’ll wait for the others before going different ways. Adrian and Max should be here soon.”

It was almost comical the speed in which the girl looked passive to sourly disappointed and then to interested moment she uttered ‘Max’. Nova held back the urge to tease. Out of everyone, she never expected Max and Maggie to click so well. But she couldn’t complain, really.

She readjusts her grip on the picnic basket and looks around the cemetery. The grass has grown just enough past where it was last mowed. She’s glad to see the efforts of the renegades and community have returned this place to life. The grass is long enough to be just noticeable as the wind blows.

They stroll through the area, looking at all the graves and the decorations to boot. Bright colors and tokens for heroes diseased. It wasn’t surprising. This cemetery was reserved for heroes and people who died in honor after all. People that helped the peace in some form, sacrificed for the greater good.

Maggie stops and lets go of Nova’s hand. Nova stops in her tracks and turns back around. “You good?” She blinks and looks to where her sister stopped.

Oh.

Rest in Peace

Callum Treadwell

Wonder

She doesn’t say anything. And neither does Maggie.

The grave has many pretty decorations. From his family and loved ones. So many cheesy notes. Many express how much they miss him. Quite a few of the gifts are from other renegades he worked with. Some even from citizens thanking him.

Maggie lays down in the grass, like each limb weighs several pounds more than they were.

Nova stares and walks over to sit next to her.

“...”

“...”

Nova opens the picnic basket and gently pulls out a bouquet of flowers, offering them to her sister. Maggie sits up. Her hands reach out and the bouquet barely grazes her fingertips before she guides it carefully in front of the stone.

She lays back down and Nova focuses on the wind as it blows the grass gently, shaking the trees slightly. It really is a beautiful cemetery. Callum would like it here. Maybe he does.

Nova hears some noise in the distance. She turns her head and a smile graces her lips. She shakes Maggie’s shoulder, the girl face first in the grass. The girl looks up, unamused. That is, until she catches sight of Adrian and Max. Nova smirks as the girl scrambles up.

Adrian waves when he spots where they are sitting. Her sister wastes no second to run up and pounce on Max, pulling them both to the ground in a painful hug. Adrian laughs and Nova rolls her eyes, getting to her feet. Maggie hasn’t hung out in person with Max for two weeks and acts like it was two years.

The startled boy yelps, but his grimace is quickly replaced with a smile the moment he recognizes the girl that clambered on him. He sits up, pushing Maggie off of him with little resistance from his friend. One of his arms remains behind his back, and shifts away from Maggie when she peers around for whatever it could be. She gave Max a look. Uh oh. Nova knew that look. Her ‘challenge accepted’ look.

Maggie quickly looks on the other side of him to catch what it is, before Max could move his arm again. She gasps and Max sighs.

“Did you bring them?!” Maggie exclaims, Nova could almost see her sister’s eyes dilate. Sh- Should they get that checked out?

“I did, I did! Just give me a second,” Max huffs a laugh, revealing the backpack in his hand with less enthusiasm than he likely planned. Maggie snatches it from Max with her power and unzips it immediately. Nova tilts her head at whatever he could have brought.

Cans. Cylindrical gray barrels of some sort that are just slightly bigger than the teen's hand. Color Nova absolutely befuddled.

She tilts her head up at the sound of Simon Westwood and Captain Chromi- Hugh, running up from the car they parked. Grocery bags, normal bags, stacks of nursery pots overflowing in their arms. All the planned supplies for the afternoon.

“Sorry we’re late! Traffic.” Hugh groans. “But we have the- Max, we said not to bring those!”

“I know but-”

“You should have done it earlier..” Simon reprimands, setting down the garden trowels and flowers. “Leave it for later.”

Max sighs while Maggie doesn’t bother hiding her vitriol. She looks seconds away from flipping the hero off.

“Erm… I’m sorry, what even are those?” Nova asks, pointing to the cans the teenagers seem to have a vested interest in.

Adrian answers her, “They’re barrels for rock tumbling. Basically, it makes rocks prettier. More polished. Max picked up the hobby a few months ago.”

“So that explains Maggie’s interest.” She doesn't miss her sister’s pointed scowl.

Nova turns her attention on her, “Like Simon said, you could have done this earlier …whatever this is.”

Maggie grumbles, “We couldn’t…”

“Why?”

Max talks next, “Please let us. It… It’s meant to be a surprise.” He takes a breath, and then launches his ultimate attack.

Nova blinks and her eyes widen. Shit. Shit, oh no. Not the PUPPY EYES.

To make matters worse, Maggie joins in. Nova sucks in a breath. Adrian freezes. Simon facepalms. Hugh sighs, marking their victory. Smug smiles creep over their faces. Evil. Downright unfair that those teenagers still have that ability. Shouldn’t puberty have taken care of that already?? She already knew Maggie’s late in that regard, but Max really had no excuse.

“Fine, but don’t dump any of it near the gravestones.” Hugh orders the two.

“The slurry isn’t toxi-” Maggie almost counter argues but Max drags her off to the corner of the field before she could make his father take back his ruling. Nova isn't even sure she wants to know what "slurry" even is.

“They really are inseparable,” Adrian sighs with a smile on his lips.

“Should we be worried?” Simon’s lips quirk up. “Can’t lose both of our boys to the Artinos.”

Nova rolls her eyes, “Please, Max would never run off with Maggie to become a criminal. If anything, they’d run off and be back by the end of the week, tails between their legs and wanting snacks from the pantry.”

Simon pauses, “That's not what I… How do you know this?”

“Oh! Uh, just a guess!” Nova laughs nervously, omitting Maggie’s occasional field trips. It would be odd to just about anyone else.

Adrian saves her, “I don’t think Maggie would steal Max away like you meant either, dad.”

Wait, in what way-

Leroy shows up before that conversation could continue.

----

Nova picks up another flower from the batches Adrian’s dads brought. She lets a ghost of a smile rest on her face as she looks at her mother’s favorite flower. Each petal beautiful and vibrant with life. She stands up and walks over to her parent’s graves. David and Tala Artino. Buried next to each other, as they wished.

She scoops up a patch of dirt next to the grave, and carefully removes the flower from the square plastic casing. It comes away freely, leaving only the coarse grainy dirt still shaped in the form of the plastic. She sets the nursery plastic pot to the side and lowers the plant into the small hole she dug up. Covering the soil cube with the dirt and leaving the upper part of the flower to breathe.

Nova’s planted several of these already after Hugh showed her how to. Leroy helped occasionally but he seemed to be more distracted with whatever endeavor Maggie and Max were busying themselves with.

Not that Nova minded. It was nice to have some time alone with her parents.

She heard footsteps walk up behind her and she turned to see Maggie approach her. She awkwardly avoids the… smaller grave beside her parents. Nova’s heart aches and she sighs. The renegades said they would remove it by now.

Rest in Peace

Evie Artino

An odd sight for Evie Artino herself, Nova’s sure. The grave is even decorated in long weathered children’s stuffed animals and blankets. It’s long since been cleaned and taken care of. But Maggie doesn’t say anything about that. She crouches beside Nova, the side away from the gravestone, and sets a bag down. She looks curiously at the grave Nova has perched herself in front of.

“...Is that…” She says quietly.

Nova pauses and nods.

Rest in Peace

David and Tala Artino

Maggie sits down beside Nova, her hand finding Nova’s. She looks at the graves. Her mouth parts, only to barely whisper. “...Hi.. mom… dad…”

Nova picks up one of each of the two different nursery potted flowers, offering them to Maggie. She points to each, naming which was her mom’s favorite and which was their dad’s. She guides Maggie through the steps to plant them. Stories come to her head and leave her mouth as she shows her sister. Stories about them. And the stories their uncle would reluctantly share after she prodded him enough.

Maggie plants the last of the flowers, using her power to sweep the dirt into the right places. She sits up and brings out the bag she hadn’t opened until then. “Which of these would they like?” She dumps out the contents on the grass.

Greeting the older sister, were beautiful rocks of different sizes and colors. Yellow, red, and green all present in different hues. Some a valentines pink and others closer to a deep vibrant purple. The light of the soon to be setting sun shines on the rocks, highlighting their smooth and shiny surfaces.

Nova gapes and picks one up, “Is this what you and Max were doing?”

Maggie nods, bringing her legs up to hug as she fidgets with her bracelet. “So… what do you think?”

Nova pauses to consider, “I… I think Mom would’ve liked the red ones. Dad liked more turquoise colors I think… so maybe these?” She points to the gray and blue colored stones. She shrugs after. “But they’ll like whatever you give them, Evie.”

Evie pauses and purses her lips, “I want to give them what they would’ve liked.”

“I bet that’s okay too,” Nova smiles, “It was a pretty good idea to bring these. Is this all you guys, er, tumbled?"

Her sister shakes her head, “Max had his own rocks he tumbled for today.” She looks over to where the Everharts were gathered. Nova follows her gaze, seeing Adrian by what she assumes to be Lady Indomitable’s grave. He’s giving Max a half hug as his brother shows the different rocks they made.

Nova holds her sister’s hand and Evie leans on her shoulder. Nova looks at one of the rocks in her hand, turning it around.

"Did you get any for Callum?" She says curiously.

Evie nods, her cheeks reddening ever so slightly.

Nova smiles, "You'll have to show me them later." She blinks. “Oh that reminds me” She sits up. “We’re done with the flowers now.”

Evie blinks, sitting up as well.

Nova leans over to reach and grab the picnic basket she had set aside earlier. She first pulls out some wipes and hands the package to her sister after taking a few herself. “Not perfect but better than nothing,”

She pulls out trays and tupperware covered in foil from the basket. The blanket moves out of the basket and spreads itself on the grass with no human hand touching it. Evie lets go of her power. Gravity takes hold of the blanket while only inches above the ground..

Nova blinks, “I keep forgetting you can do that.” Evie doesn’t smile too much, but Nova can almost feel Evie’s smugness and pride for her capabilities. Meh, she’ll let the kid have this one. It was a good power.

“Anyway, some of these aren’t the greatest…” Nova cautions, “I’m nowhere near perfect at these recipes yet.”

Evie shrugs, “If it’s good, then it’s good. If it sucks, I get to bully you once I make the recipes and they turn out infinitely better than yours.”

“Oh, do you now? If you’re so confide-” Nova stops mid sentence, “You are not allowed to get take out and say you made it.”

That stops her sister’s scheming tracks. She can see the record scratch in her face! Nova laughs and Evie blushes, quick to move on. “Whatever! I’ll still be better, even if I don’t cheat.”

“I’ll get Adrian to record that if it happens.”

“Fine.” She huffs.

A mix of Filipino and Italian dishes, still covered in the foil containing their heat, lay across the large picnic blanket. The two taste test the dishes, rating each. Only to the best of their abilities seeing as Nova’s caution was warranted when some of the dishes turned out... Odd. From Evie’s lack of taunting, Nova gauged her cooking skills at least didn’t make everything terrible. That or Evie didn’t want to taunt, which felt out of place concerning who her sister is.

“Did they ever teach you?”

“Hm?” She looks up to her younger sister. “What do you mean?”

“Did… did mom and dad ever teach you? Y’know, how to cook and make these” Evie gestures to the food set out.

“Well…” She thinks. “Sometimes. Not much I don’t think. They couldn’t afford to do anything fancy most of the time. But… yeah I think they did. Let me take a few turns for a recipe once or twice.” Nova’s heart warms from the pieces she does recollect.

Evie doesn’t say anything. She just gives Nova an odd look. Nova couldn’t even decipher it, she wasn’t wearing her classic scowl. Evie looks away, lets her legs out o and she looks at the grave again.

“That must have been fun,” she almost whispers, “...could… Could we do that sometime?” Her head remains facing the gravestone, not looking at Nova.

Her older sister blinks, and scratches her neck, “Sure, why not.”

“Really?” Maggie whips her head back to Nova. Maggie’s face flushes and she coughs, “I-I mean- okay! I… didn’t think you’d actually…"

She doesn’t finish her thought. Nova stares at her. “I… wouldn’t want to try cooking with you?”

“Duh.” Maggie huffs. “But… you did say yes so you can’t take anything back that’s how it works.”

“Ahuh.” Her sister stares blankly. “Well, I want to make up for lost time too.”

“Wh- I never said that!”

“Your face said it."

Nova cuts off Maggie’s embarrassed and offended retort, “You should take a bite of something from the rest before it gets cold. I spent too many hours on these for you to not eat at least a little of everything.”

She huffs. “I’m getting to it, bossy.” Maggie rolls her eyes and stuffs a coconut macaroon in her mouth. “I-”

“Sweet rot, chew slowly will ya?”

After a moment, of slow chewing, the platter scooches itself over to her side. “These are mine now.”

“What. No they aren’t, I like them too."

“What’s the saying? Early bird gets the worm.”

“You want worms now, mini Magpie?"

“Stay out of this, Adrian.”

“Actually, I like his thinking.”

“Then you’re just as bad!!”

“I thought magpies liked worms,”

“That was awful. Awful pun, Max.”

“Pun?”

“I’m not eating any worms!”

[crackedpumpkin]

|| ʙᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴡꜱ || ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ||

a/n: You guys asked, and so it shall be. Bad News is now a confirmed series!

Yeesh.

It's hard for Y/n not to wince when Gogo's words sting Hiro like barbed wire. He chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile. Gogo walks away, focusing on checking her bike's condition.

"I've never seen electro-mag suspension on a bike before." In an attempt to rescue the conversation, Hiro chooses to ask his question. His curiosity is piqued, and he looks at the bike with thinly veiled interest.

Gogo spins the pedal, and the wheel turns along with it. She grabs it with both hands, looking at the younger boy with a quirked brow. "Zero resistance, faster bike. But," She grunts, gripping the wheel and pulling it off the bike, "not fast enough." She flicks her wrist, sending yet another wheel into the large basket of identical discarded ones.

"Yet." Y/n pipes up, and Gogo nods in agreement before walking away.

"I'm Tadashi. Tadashi Hamada. This is my little brother, Hiro." Tadashi waits patiently for her response.

"Y/n. Y/n L/n.” She holds out her hand for a fist bump, and he reciprocates it. She waits for Hiro to return it, but he gets distracted by the sound of Wasabi's invention powering on. He's drawn to it, walking over. Tadashi sends her an apologetic smile, and she shrugs it off with a lighthearted grin.

"Oh! Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah. Do not move. Behind the line, please." Wasabi cries out in alarm when Hiro gets too close to his invention. He holds out a hand to stop Hiro from moving further, and the young boy takes a step back in confusion.

Y/n shoves her hands into her jacket pockets, the warm material brushing against the bare skin of her waist as she stretches slightly. She yawns quietly. The exhaustion from a full day of work quickly caught up to her. She walks over beside Tadashi, Wasabi acknowledging her with a slight nod.

"Hey, Wasabi. This is my brother, Hiro."

"Hello, Hiro. Prepare to be amazed." Wasabi walks to the control panel, turns a switch, and powers on the two devices opposite each other. Y/n stares at the apple he pulls out of thin air, eyes wide.

How many apples does this guy have?

"Catch."

Hiro's amazed by the thinly cut apple slices, and Y/n grabs another as it floats towards her. She eyes it, noticing how it's now thinner than the one from earlier. She nibbles on it.

"Wow. Laser-induced plasma?" Hiro walks over to the laser grid that Wasabi turns visible, eyeing it with fascination and awe.

Y/n looks at Hiro, impressed that he figured it out quickly.

What is he, a genius?

"Oh yeah," Wasabi chuckles. "With a little magnetic confinement for, uh, ultra-precision." He adjusts the tools on his workbench, and Y/n tilts one sticking out of its designated outline.

"Wow." Hiro picks up a magnifying glass, "How do you find anything in this mess?"

"I have a system." Wasabi quickly grabs it back with mild panic in his gaze. He places it back down, straightening it and calming down. "There's a place for everything, and everything in its place."

"Need this!" Y/n's startled when Gogo appears, grabbing a wrench and bolting off.

"Y-you can't do that!" Wasabi shrieks, chasing after Gogo. "This is anarchy! Society has rules!"

"Excuse me!" Y/n takes a startled step back as Honey Lemon rolls over a large black ball between her and Hiro. She bumps into Tadashi's chest and looks up at him apologetically. He shrugs, giving her an amused smile.

The trio follows Honey Lemon, Tadashi taking the lead. They stop at Honey Lemon's work area, Y/n staring at the enormous black mass in pure curiosity. The music blaring from Honey Lemon's earbuds draws her attention back to the gorgeous girl.

"Tadashi!" Honey Lemon gasps as she leans back on the large, black ball. "Oh my gosh, you must be Hiro! And you must be Y/n! I've heard so much about you!" Honey Lemon grabs Y/n's shoulders in excitement and plants kisses on both cheeks, doing the same to Hiro. He's left stunned, cheeks coloring a soft pink while Honey Lemon tugs out her earbuds.

"You have?"

"Who do you think Fred brags about when he talks about his latte art?"

"That was you?" It's Tadashi's turn to be impressed, and Y/n feels the heat of embarrassment threatening to take over again. "Yeah, I mean, I'm a barista."

At least, I used to be.

"Perfect timing! Perfect timing." Honey Lemon interrupts, and Tadashi saves his questions for later. Y/n's hand is grabbed by Honey Lemon, and she's tugged alongside Hiro, muttering a quick apology when their shoulders bump against each other in the slightly overcrowded workspace.

Honey Lemon presses a button, and the black sphere she had rolled over earlier gets lifted onto a stand. "That's a whole lot of tungsten carbide," Hiro states, eyeing it with mild interest.

"Four hundred pounds of it." Honey Lemon's glasses almost fall off from her enthusiasm. "Come here, come here, come here." Y/n is yanked over to a table covered in test tubes and flasks filled with various chemicals.

She feels Hiro's entire body stiffening from surprise and chuckles. "You're going to love this." Honey Lemon giggles. "A dash of perchloric acid. A smidge of cobalt, a hint of hydrogen peroxide," She grabs a gas torch and fires it up, Y/n stumbling back and bumping into Hiro, who catches her. His hands hold her shoulders, and she steadies herself. "Thanks," She whispers, mildly terrified of interrupting Honey Lemon's very enthusiastic demonstration.

"No problem." He lets go, and they both follow Honey Lemon back over to the ball of tungsten carbide. She sprays the entire sphere with a pink solution, grabbing a nearby switch and flipping it. Sparks of electricity are generated, and the solution sticks to the black sphere.

"Ta-da! It's pretty great, huh?"

Y/n applauds with complete sincerity, but Hiro just looks at Honey Lemon with doubt. "It's so…pink." Is the only response he's able to come up with.

"Here's the best part." She giggles, tip-toeing over to the now pink sphere and placing her finger on it.

A cloud of pink covers the chemist. Luckily, both Y/n and Hiro stand a reasonable distance away and remain clean while Honey Lemon looks back at them, her glasses and the front of her body covered in pink dust.

"Whoa." Hiro and Y/n both gasp, the former with a goofy grin on his lips. Y/n grabs a box of tissues on the desk, passing it to Honey Lemon, who uses one to wipe her glasses.

"I know, right?" She places her glasses back on her face. "Chemical metal embrittlement."

"Not bad, Honey Lemon." Tadashi approaches them with a grin, hands in his pockets.

"'Honey Lemon'? 'Gogo'? 'Wasabi'?-"

"Crash!" Fred stumbles over to her, draping an arm across her shoulder. "I was looking everywhere for you!"

"Fred's the one who comes up with the nicknames," Tadashi says nonchalantly.

"AHH!" Hiro lets out a short yet high-pitched, panicked yell when he comes face to face with Fred's ugly mascot costume. 

"Ah-ah, don't be alarmed. It's just a suit." Fred wriggles slightly and opens the mascot costume, sticking his lean frame to face them. "This is not my real face and body." Y/n gives him a blank stare, unfazed by his antics.

"The name's Fred," He shakes Hiro's limp arm, the boy recoiling slightly in uncertainty. "School mascot by day but by night," He proceeds to expertly flip the sign he's holding, the costume falling off his head to reveal a smug grin. "I am also a school mascot."

"So, what's your major?" Hiro asks.

"No, no, no, I'm not a student." Fred laughs, walking to where he had just sat minutes before, hopping back onto the old, dingy chair, and grabbing a comic book from the tall stack beside him. "I've been trying to get Honey to develop this formula that can turn me into a fire-breathing lizard at will." He states seriously, and Y/n cracks a slight grin at this.

"What about you?" Hiro suddenly asks her, and she's momentarily surprised. "Oh, I brought Crash over here because she just got fired from her old job at the cafe I always go to. She's the one that makes all those crazy-good latte art. I was hoping your cafe was looking for any part-timers." Fred answers for her, and she shrugs, confirming everything he says.

"Well, I could always ask Aunt Cass. But that's you? You're the one who does the latte art?" Tadashi asks with wide eyes, an impressed smile on his lips.

"What? Latte art?" Hiro's confused, and Fred pulls out his phone. He passes it to Hiro, and the boy scrolls through all the various pictures he'd taken of the latte art on his coffee. Some photos had you in them, where sometimes you were unaware of the unintentional inclusion, and sometimes when you happily posed for it.

"Okay, that's enough." Y/n grabs the phone from Hiro's hands, handing it back to Fred with a heavy red dusting her cheeks. Hiro chuckles. "That's pretty cool." He admits. She scrunches her nose in embarrassment, shrugging nonchalantly.

Honey Lemon, Gogo, and Wasabi had gathered around the small group, beginning to discuss(more of rejecting) Fred's crazy ideas. "Hiro. Y/n." She turns at the mention of her name, looking to see Tadashi, who gestures for them to come over to a large set of doors.

Hiro exchanges an intrigued glance with her, walking over to the tall man. Tadashi enters the lab, and Hiro holds the door open for her. She quickly enters, a small gasp leaving her lips when she sees the lab inside. "Is that a 3D printer?" She asks excitedly.

Hiro nods with a small smile, and she inspects the gadget with interest. Sometimes the boy prodigy forgot that not everyone had high-tech devices at home. In his case, his garage housed everything from 3D Printers to various monitors for his coding and robotics setup.

"So, what have you been working on?" Y/n finally looks up, her question making Tadashi smile from his workbench. "Here. I'll show you. Hiro?" He walks over to his younger brother with a roll of duct tape, the latter sighing sarcastically. "Duct tape? I hate to break it to you, bro, already been invented."

Y/n can't hide the amused giggle that slips past her lips, Hiro smiling smugly as Tadashi pushes his sleeve up. He places a strip of duct tape on Hiro's arm, ripping it away quickly. Hiro yelps, yanking his arm away from Tadashi's grip with a glare. "Ow! Dude!"

A beep attracts her attention, and she peers over Hiro's shoulder to see a balloon-like robot beginning to inflate from a red suitcase. "This is what I've been working on."

"That's… that's cool," Y/n replies, looking at the robot with a hint of doubt in her eyes. She didn't doubt the caliber and ability of those in SFIT, but it was hard to take people seriously when they built what seemed to be a giant, walking marshmallow.

The room falls silent as the two younger teens watch in awe as the marshmallow-Esque robot waddles towards them, bumping and moving a chair out of its path to them.

"Hello. I am Baymax. Your personal healthcare companion." Behind the tall robot, Tadashi stands and silently copies Baymax's movements and words humorously, mouthing along to the pre-programmed introduction. "I was alerted to the need for medical attention when you said, 'Ow.'" The eldest mimics with a proud smile, waiting for Hiro and Y/n's reactions.

"A robotic nurse." Hiro questions, raising a brow at Tadashi as he nods. A screen on Baymax's chest shows a children's pain scale. Y/n stifles a giggle, already predicting its next question.

"On a scale from 1 to 10, how would you rate your pain?" She guesses correctly.

"Physical or emotional?" Hiro states sarcastically with an annoyed frown at his brother, who teases him with an over-exaggerated sad expression causing Y/n to quietly laugh.

"I will scan you now." She quickly steps back, not wanting to be scanned by the humanoid talking pillow. The robot nurse quickly scans Hiro, still cradling his arm, and blinks.

"Scan complete. You have a slight epidermal abrasion on your forearm." Baymax holds his arm up, moving to grab Hiro's arm. "I suggest an antibacterial spray."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's in the spray, specifically?" Hiro removes his arm from Baymax's gentle grip, a smug smile on his lips. "The primary ingredient is Bacitracin." A chemical diagram of the mentioned ingredient is displayed on Baymax's chest…screen? Y/n watches in awe and intrigue, getting increasingly lost in robot terminology.

"Oh, that's too bad. He's allergic to that." She speaks up with a nonchalant shrug, Hiro catching on and nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I've, like, never been more allergic." He confirms, Tadashi rolling his eyes in amusement.

"You are not allergic to Bacitracin." Baymax tilts his head, "You do, however, have a mild allergy to peanuts."

"Hm, not bad," Hiro remarks, raising a brow in an impressed manner. He lifts up his arm, allowing Baymax to spray his arm with the antibacterial spray. "Can I try?" Y/n asks, taking a step forward in curiosity. She looks at Baymax, finding the robot's blank stare cute.

"Yeah, sure. Baymax, scan her, please." Tadashi requests from the robot. Its eyes quickly scan the young girl, a beep signaling that the scan is done. "You do not have any allergies, but you are currently on your menstrual cycle. Your second day, to be exact." Baymax informs.

Hiro's cheeks color crimson, covering his ears and looking away from her. Y/n gapes. Baymax had gotten every detail right, down to the exact day of her period. Tadashi chuckles upon seeing Hiro's reaction, clearing his throat and looking at his invention proudly.

"You've done some serious coding on this thing, huh?" She asks, looking at the inventor. "Mmhm. Programmed him with over ten thousand medical procedures." Hiro's hands had fallen back to his sides, his curiosity overpowering his embarrassment. He still couldn't look at the girl beside him, though.

Tadashi presses down on Baymax's upper chest, a small port with a green chip inside sliding out of its camouflaged spot. "This chip is what makes Baymax, Baymax."

Oh, so, like, it's his heart. Literally.

Y/n smiles at the irony, glancing at Hiro, who reaches up and taps the port. It slides back into Baymax's body firmly. Hiro takes a step forward, walking around the robot and poking it with a curious finger. "Vinyl?" Hiro guesses, looking at his brother for confirmation.

"Yeah, going for a non-threatening, huggable kind of thing." Tadashi nods, crossing his arms and moving back so his brother can continue analyzing his invention. The girl's eyes start to glaze over when the two brothers use more technical jargon she knows nothing about.

One thing was for sure, though, she's found her next piece for her school newspaper.

The corners of her lips quirk up when she sees Hiro press his face against Baymax's marshmallow-like body, mumbling about skeletons and actuators. "You have been a good boy, have a lollipop." Baymax hands one to Hiro, who starts to unwrap it, popping it into his mouth before pausing, realizing that Y/n hadn't gotten one. Fortunately, it didn't seem like she minded.

Her arms are crossed, absentmindedly watching Baymax waddle back into his red case. "He's going to help a lot of people," Tadashi says with a fond smile.

"He will, and I think people should know more about Baymax. I think this could really be revolutionary. Can I interview you about it another day? It's for a piece in my school newspaper, but we usually distribute it to the other neighborhoods too." Y/n asks, bracing herself for rejection.

"Really? That'd be great." Tadashi sends a toothy smile her way before he fully processes her request. "Wait, you write in your school newspaper?" He pauses, looking at Hiro with an expression that says, 'Look at her. She's been working and is in a journalism club. What have YOU been doing?'

Hiro scowls at his brother, but the animosity quickly dissipates, Tadashi ruffling his younger brother's hair.

"Burning the midnight oil, Mr. Hamada?" The trio's attention is turned toward a man entering the lab. Y/n immediately recognizes him as Robert Callaghan, a renowned inventor and lecturer at SFIT. She had read various articles about him online and in the newspapers, impressed by his genius and revolutionary inventions that had pushed the boundaries of science.

He looked younger than his actual age, a few strands of white hair the only giveaway of his real age. Now, the man himself stood less than five feet away from her, and she was itching to question him endlessly in an interview for what she was sure would be a great piece to show on her resume.

"Oh, hey, Professor," Tadashi hits Hiro's shoulder gently, gesturing for both of the younger kids to come forward. Hiro looks down at the lollipop stick between his lips, quickly taking it out of his mouth. Y/n brushes the back of her hands against her jeans, sweeping away invisible dust and attempting to look presentable.

"You must be Hiro. Bot Fighter, right? When my daughter was younger, that was all she wanted to do. May I?" The famous inventor holds his hand out, and Hiro hands over the bot he had been holding onto since he stepped into the lab. Y/n had noticed it, but it seemed so cute and non-threatening that she didn't bother questioning him about it.

Robert Callaghan holds up the bot, eyeing it with interest. "Hm. Magnetic bearing servos." He observes.

"Pretty sick, huh? Put 'em together myself." Hiro replies smugly, stepping out of the lab. Y/n raises a brow. How did this genius not realize that the very man holding his bot was the one who invented those?

Tadashi knocks twice on the wall of his lab, the material turning transparent. "Hey, genius," He calls out, interrupting Hiro's boasting. She copies his actions, looking at the boy with a teasing smile. "He invented them." She adds, pointing at the professor with a chuckle.

Hiro stares back up at the man, who looks at Y/n approvingly. The boy's lips part and the words die at the base of his throat when he attempts to speak, too starstruck by the discovery of the professor's identity.

"You're Robert Callaghan?"

[coffeecoloredpages]

Bring the Boys Home - Meet Me Halfway

Chapter 1 Part 3

By Wordwyrm (more on AO3)

September 1st, 1971, Wednesday - King's Cross Station, London, England

James Potter

James skipped through the busy station, paying no heed to his mother's exasperated warnings not to stray too far. He'd been waiting for today his whole life. James was finally going to Hogwarts!

He watched the station signs carefully, dodging in and out of the crowd. Seven, eight, nine… there it was. Platform 9 ¾. Well, the muggle side of it anyway. He'd listened to his dad's stories of Hogwarts all his life, and knew he'd need to run through a pillar here to find the train station on the other side. Bouncing on the tips of his toes, he got ready to run, then stopped and glanced anxiously around for his parents. Hearing about running through a solid wall was one thing, actually doing it was entirely different.

He caught sight of his parents through the crowd, and relaxed, his excitement returning. As Fleamont and Euphemia Potter joined him, he could barely stay still again. Fleamont’s eyes wrinkled with a smile, and he ruffled his son's already unruly black hair. “Eager, aren't we, Sunny? You ready?” James nodded quickly, “Do we go through now, Dad? How do we go again?” James felt his nerves returning, but was determined to be brave. Gryffindors were always brave, and he was going to be a Gryffindor.

Fleamont, noticing his son's nervousness, chuckled. “I suppose it is a bit tricky. Tell you what, why don't I take the trolley through first? You can follow after with Mum, yeah?” Relief washed over James’ face, and he nodded seriously. “Yeah, that's brilliant, Dad. I'll watch closely.” Trying to contain his smile, Fleamont kissed his wife quickly, then stood before the barrier and threw his shoulders back.. “Here I go!” He announced, before walking confidently through the barrier.

James stared after him, awed. Euphemia gently nudged him, “Go on, love. Give it a bit of a run if you're nervous.”

“I'm not nervous!” James protested, but he backed up to give himself a head start regardless. He breathed in deep, screwed his eyes closed, and ran. He half expected to run smack into the stone pillar, so the much softer build of his father catching him gave James a bit of a start. He opened his eyes and gazed around eagerly, his mum coming to join them from behind. He stared up at the train, feeling he'd never seen anything so big. Through the windows he could see other children gathering, greeting old friends or shyly introducing themselves to new ones. Two small boys, one slightly plump and one scrawny, were climbing the steps into one of the cars, dragging their trunks behind. A couple windows down, a boy with black curls and a slightly wicked grin was staring out at him. James stuck his tongue out. In response, the boy made a grotesque face, and James laughed loudly. He allowed his parents to fuss over him for a few minutes with what he was sure was saintly patience, before pulling away. “I'll write lots, mum, I promise.” James responded, as Euphemia tried to pull him in for another round of hugs and kisses as the warning whistle blew. “My dear, he'll be fine,” Fleamont handed James his owl. “Hurry up, or you'll miss the train, Sunny. And try to stay out of trouble, yeah?”

James nodded, already hurrying away. He pulled his trunk behind him into the car and past compartments until reaching the one he’d seen the black haired boy in. Pushing the door open, he was met with the same mischief filled face he'd seen through the window. “My name is Sirius Orion Black, what's yours?”

James grinned, “James Potter. I've heard of you, I think.”

“I've definitely heard about you. My Mum says you're a blood traitor and your parents want anarchy, whatever that means. But I've decided it means you're going to be my new best friend.”

“Sounds brilliant,” James hopped onto the seat, crossed his legs, and beamed at Sirius. “So, do you like quidditch?”

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Happy Lowman SFW Alphabet

Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

Want to expand a letter into a fic, do it here.

Affection - How affectionate are they? How do they show affection

It depends on his mood, sometimes he'll press his forehead to yours, or sometimes he'll pull you onto his lap and just hold you. He's not really a talker, so it's all in touch, but if he does talk, it's something simple, an "I love you," or "you look pretty today." 

Best friend  - What would they be like as a best friend?

You can call him for anything, and he's there; need to get rid of a body? Is he buying the traps, or are you? Need period products? Send him a photo once, and he'll never forget it. Want to talk about an excellent dog you saw that day? He'd be pissed that you didn't take a photo. 

Cuddles - Would they like to cuddle? How do they cuddle?

Very cuddly, but don't expect him to talk or for him to let you move until he's done. He grew up with his mum and aunt, so he's used non-sexual intimacy and needs physical contact with his loved ones to feel safe and wanted, even if he won't admit it. If it's too hot, he'll put on a fan, cold? Great, you can spend the whole day in his arms. You got a dog? The dog can join. You got a cat? The cat can join. All he asks is that you spend time with him, and you can bet there are dates where you two just cuddle on the couch, and it isn't just because he's cheap. 

Domestic - Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

One of the cleanest people you'll ever meet, he hates messy, as Kozik would say. He wants to settle down, but only with the right person. 

Ever After - What would their wedding look like? 

Simple but lots of leather and black, don't be surprised if someone is getting a tattoo of something somewhere. 

Fiance(e) - How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

It would take him a while, and his mum and aunt would have to love you first, and you'd have to love them. Then you would have to know what he did for the Club and be ok with it; you'd also have to get along with his brothers. But after that, you'd be getting married one week after he got down on one knee 

Gentle - How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

Gentle physically (this isn't NSFW, friends), it kills to even think of hurting you. Emotionally? He needs a bit of help, he means well, but sometimes it comes out wrong. Give him time and tell him when he fucks up, and he'll de better. 

Hugs - Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?

All the fucking time, he's physical, not verbal, so hugging is how he will make sure you know he cares about you. The hugs are big, firm and long; if you want to get out of them, good luck. 

Love you - How fast do they say the L-word?

It takes him a while to say the words, but he shows you before he says it, and he makes sure you know. 

Jealousy - How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?

He knows you love him, and other people (men and women) know they're dead if they mess with you, so he doesn't get that jealous unless it's a game. 

Kisses - What are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?

He'll kiss wherever he wants to (with consent, of course). His love language is touch, so he's going to make sure you know how much he loves you when you're with him. How he kisses depends on his mood; sometimes, it's a quick peck, and other times, it's long and slow. 

Little ones - How are they around children?

Happy loves kids, he's the cool uncle that let's them sit on his bike when their parents aren't looking. With his own kids, he raises his girls to be strong and fearless and his boys to be kind but steely; they're allowed to show emotions but not with a good reason. 

Morning - How are mornings spent with them?

He's not a morning person, you take the dogs for a walk, maybe go for a coffee but nothing too crazy. 

Open - When would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

Like getting blood from a stone unless he knows he can trust you and he only does that if he loves you.

Patience - How easily angered are they?

He has the patience of a saint but in a scary way, you don't really know when he's upset unless you know him well. 

Quizzes - How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

Every little thing without fail, again, it's kinda scary. 

Remember - What is their favourite moment in your relationship?

The first time he told you he loved you because that when he knew you were the person for him forever. 

Security - How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?

Very protective, if someone looks at you wrong, he's going to jump off. He doesn't think he needs it but he likes it when you makes sure people know he's a good person if another Son is treating him like he's a monster. 

Try - How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

We all know he's cheap so he wouldn't spend a lot of money but he would make up for it in effort. He'd cook a three course meal and spend hours finding flowers around Charming. If he did buy you something, you can bet it's something you really want because he's been paying attention. 

Unusual - What's a little quirk of theirs?

He really likes Chinese food, not just the fast food, but he spends hours looking for new recipes after watching the food network with you and he has to eat it while watching cartoons. 

Virtuous - What morals with they refuse to break?

He would never hurt an animal or a child. 

Whole - Would they feel incomplete without you?

He'd feel unattached to a part of himself, like a limp was missing but he couldn't put words to it. 

Xtra - What's something small they do for you?

He always remembers to bring you your favourite fruits when they come in season, he goes to the fancy green grocer and everything. 

Yearning - What's something they need from a person? 

To be treated like he's a good person, too many people see him as a monster and he needs the opposite from his lady love. 

Zzz - What is a sleep habit of theirs?

He uses you as a weighted blanket.

[franciskirkland]

well actually, you're correct. Toni is Fran's rock and they will always be there for each other. He'll be the his companion in arms, his brother from another mother, his best friend and occasional lover or partner in crime. I think from all nations he's the one Fran actually relies on and trusts. Not even dear Arthur is like that for him.

HARD AGREE 💞💗💖💯🇪🇸🇫🇷

i'm not saying they've never fought or squabbled, or been petty and made each other jealous. they know how to push each other's buttons but unlike some people, more often they choose not to. they can't stay upset with each other. what you said about trust is so real and again, big agree! like, when fran's PTSD is acting up and everyone else thinks he's hysterical, or when toni's smile starts to fade and he slips back into regressive anger, they calm each other down.

their bond is incomprehensible to others because it surpasses typical boundaries. not sure if i'm using this term correctly, but it's beyond queerplatonic, it's relationship anarchy. they hold each other, kiss each other, call one another mi amor and mon cœur, share clothes, perhaps share a bed, feed each other, dance together, listen to one another lament about boy problems, even go so far as to help them solve said problems. hell, they might even share a man. love BTT as a polycule, but also arthur + fran + toni? turkspafra? obviously, romespafra. the absolute potential between these two.

as much as i love young scotfra and the history of the auld alliance, i would argue that not only was antonio françois' first love (aside from rome) but that this might actually be his healthiest relationship, ultimately. again not saying there's been zero toxicity since the beginning of time, (or backstabbing, or fighting over colonies) but most consistent and dependable and trustworthy. and EQUAL, which is a big deal. they don't patronize each other, unlike some. and also unlike other nations, they're more likely to see past each other's external flaws because they remember a time when all they knew was being young and weak and vulnerable, together; no matter where they may stand today.

[zealctry]

𝕊𝔼𝕏, 𝔾𝔼ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ & 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊 𝔽𝕆ℝ ℚ𝕌𝔼𝔼ℝ & 𝕂𝕀ℕ𝕂𝕐 𝕄𝕌𝕊𝔼𝕊

bold - always, italics - sometimes/depends, strikeout - never

♡ GENDER IDENTITY: cisgender / intersex / gender-nonconforming / transmasc / transfemme / transman / transwoman / nonbinary / gender-fluid / genderqueer / agender / demi-girl / demi-boy / bigender / pangender / omnigender / two-spirit.

♡ SEXUALITY: queer / gay / lesbian / bisexual / pansexual / omnisexual / asexual / androsexual / demisexualromantic* / fluid / non-labelled / graysexual / gynesexual / homosexual / monosexual / polysexual.

* he doesn't know the term, and thus wouldn't identify as such, but it applies.

♡ DATING PREFERENCES: monogamous / ethically non-monogamous / monogam-ish / relationship anarchy / open relationships / polyamorous / doesn't date / dates casually.

♡ ATTACHMENT STYLE: secure / anxious preoccupied / dismissive avoidant / fearful-avoidant / disorganized.

♡ SEXUAL INCLINATIONS: sex favourable / sex adverse / sex indifferent / hypersexual / sex-repulsed / bottom / top / versatile / vers bottom / vers top / service top / power bottom / stone top / pillow princess / submissive / dominant / switch / brat / baby girl/boy / soft dom / pleasure dom / caregiver.

♡ LOVE LANGUAGES: words of affirmation / quality time ( giving & receiving ) / acts of service ( giving ) / receiving gifts / physical touch (giving & receiving) / activity / appreciation / emotional / financial / intellectual / practical.

♡ PHYSICAL ACTS OF INTIMACY: holding hands / kissing / cuddling / massages / bathing together / washing partner's hair / skin on skin contact / forehead kisses / playing under the table (e.g. hand on thigh, footsy etc) / playing with partner's hair / playful tickling / seeking them out in bed to hold / eye contact / reading to your partner / being read to / napping together / couch cuddles while doing separate activities (head in lap, etc.).

♡ KINKS & TURN ONS: dirty talk / quiet in bed / loud in bed / having hands pinned / pinning partners hands / having hair pulled / pulling partner's hair / being watched / watching their partner / voyeurism / receiving oral sex / giving oral sex / receiving penetration / giving penetration / praise kink / biting / marking up your partner / being marked up / impact play / edge play / teasing / being teased / using toys on partner / having toys used on them / choking / being choked / being restrained / restraining their partner / shibari / breeding kink / piss kink / worshipping their partner / being worshipped / humiliating / being humiliated / degrading / being degraded / pegging / being pegged / frotting / face sitting / dom/sub dynamics / DDLG dynamics / aftercare / anal / bdsm / light bondage / outdoor sex / sensory deprivation / roleplay / rough sex / threesomes / wax play / sensory play (eg. pinwheels, etc. ) / knife play / blood play / caging / cbt / sounding / collars / exhibitionism / rimming / pet play / dressing up for partner / partner dressing up for them. ( tbh he's a kinky lil fucker, he'll try pretty much anything once. )

credit: pcrfectstorms @ tumblr tagged by: @hunting-songs

[valkxrie]

𝕊𝔼𝕏, 𝔾𝔼ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ, & 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊

Note from original creator of meme, and key this is for lgbtqia+ muses if your muse is cishet this isn’t the dash game for you it was created by a queer mun for queer muses. bold: always, italic: situational, strikethrough: never.

♡ GENDER IDENTITY: cisgender (woman) / intersex / gender-nonconforming / transmasc / transfemme / transman / transwoman / nonbinary / gender-fluid / genderqueer / agender / demi-girl / demi-boy / bigender / pangender / omnigender / two-spirit

♡ SEXUALITY: queer / gay / lesbian / bisexual (human B) / pansexual (Valkyrie Bs) / omnisexual / asexual / androsexual / demisexual / fluid / non-labelled / graysexual / gynesexual / homosexual / monosexual / polysexual

*insert "I like the wine, not the label" gif here.

♡ DATING PREFERENCES: monogamous / ethically nonmonogamous / monogamish / relationship anarchy / open relationships / polyamorous / doesn’t date / dates casually

Human B is busy.

Valkyrie B is busier.

Post Ragnarok B is not busy. If she has sex with you on a first date, you won't see her again. If she likes you, you probably won't even get to kiss her for a while.

♡ ATTACHMENT STYLE: secure (valkyrie B) / anxious-preoccupied / dismissive-avoidant (human B) / fearful-avoidant (post ragnarok B)

♡ SEXUAL INCLINATIONS: sex favourable / sex adverse / sex indifferent / hypersexual / sex-repulsed / bottom / top / versatile / vers bottom / vers top / service top / power bottom / stone top / pillow princess / submissive / dominant / switch / brat / baby girl/boy / soft dom / pleasure dom / caregiver

♡ LOVE LANGUAGES: words of affirmation / quality time / acts of service / receiving gifts / physical touch / activity / appreciation / emotional / financial / intellectual / practical

Also, bullying.

♡ PHYSICAL ACTS OF INTIMACY: holding hands / kissing / cuddling / massages / bathing together / washing partner’s hair / skin on skin contact / forehead kisses / playing under the table (e.g. hand on thigh, footsy etc) / playing with partner’s hair / playful tickling / seeking them out in bed to hold / eye contact / reading to your partner / being read to / napping together / couch cuddles while doing separate activities 

Run your fingers on any B's spine - or give it a little smooch - and she'll go ✨

If she asks you to help with her wings, you're in.

♡ KINKS & TURN ONS: dirty talk / quiet in bed / loud in bed / having hands pinned / pinning partners hands / having hair pulled / pulling partners hair / being watched / watching their partner / voyeurism / receiving oral sex / giving oral sex / receiving penetration / giving penetration / praise kink / biting / marking up your partner / being marked up / impact play / edge play / teasing / being teased / using toys on partner / having toys used on them / choking / being choked / being restrained / restraining their partner / shibari / breeding kink / worshiping their partner / being worshiped / humiliating / being humiliated / degrading / being degraded /pegging / being pegged / frotting / face sitting / dom/sub dynamics / DDLG dynamics / aftercare / anal / bdsm / light bondage / outdoor sex / sensory deprivation / roleplay / rough sex / threesomes / wax play / sensory play (eg. pinwheels etc) / knife play / blood play / caging / cbt / sounding / collars / exhibitionism / rimming / fisting / pet play / dressing up for partner / partner dressing up for them / daddy kink / mommy kink / master/slave dynamics

All B's are pretty open to trying things. They'll also tell you no.

Consent is king. Chemistry is queen. Communication above all.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

tagged by: stolen from @kylo-wrecked

tagging: you.

[grandma-battle]

hello and welcome to the grandma battle! here your favorite grandmas will battle it out to see who’s the ultimate grandma! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

the end day for submissions is april 14, since i’m most likely gonna be without internet for spring break lol

the rules are as follows:

they must be fictional grandmas! as much as most of us would probably like to submit our own grandmas, we’re going fictional

i ask your submission be an actual grandma (by blood, by choice, etc). though, if you have someone who just gives off like, intense granny energy you can submit them too, just know that there is a less likely chance of them getting chosen!!

going off of the topic of there being a less likely chance of getting chosen, grannies from like, super popular media also has a less likely chance of getting chosen, srry!! though there will most likely be “popular” grannies in this poll, i wanna try and keep it as least skewed as possible! o(╥﹏╥)o hope y’all understand!!

i also ask that any character you submit is female.. and if they’re trans, they have to be canonically or heavily implied to be trans.. i might do a full grandparent battle in the future, but for now, we’re going with grannies!

do as many submissions as you want, just please don’t submit them more than once! when doing submissions, i ask you give at least a lil info on them since i honestly have the most scuffed interest taste ever lmao ◔…◔

talking about submissions, i’m going the unconventional way of reblogs! to submit your character, reblog THIS post !!

here is a loose template— you don’t have to copy it directly, just some pointers that are probably important ;)

template thing:

character name: (if they have a full name, please put it, and if they have a common name they go by, add that in parentheses beside it)

media they’re from: (as stated)

why you think they should be nominated: (here you could give info on what they’re like, what they’ve done, etc! this info can also be about when they were younger if that is known, as long as they’re still a granny :) also go at it with propaganda!! go crazy so stupid with it!!!)

add a photo or two if you can, mostly so i know what to put if they get chosen lmao

example of a submission:

char name: erina pendleton

media: jojo’s bizarre adventure

erina is like, super cool <3 she was able to keep joseph in check which is honestly an achievement in it of itself— also when she was younger she washed her mouth out with mud after dio kissed her bc that was better honestly what a queen <333 (btw you can still submit erina if you were thinking of doing so think of this as admin propaganda)

tags used !

#grandmapolls - used for the actual polls so if that’s all you wanna do, keep an eye on that one \(^-^)/

#grandmainfo - announcements, info, and extra deciding polls

#grandmabattle - used on all of the posts here ^^

#grandmapropaganda - for any ask submissions, reblogs, or posts that are character propaganda :)

#grandmaasks - just for general asks & stuff !!

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admin: @abba-cchio

[dcwnthercbbithcle]

SEX, GENDER, & LOVE HEADCANONS FOR QUEER & KINKY MUSES

** this is for lgbtqia+ muses if your muse is cishet this isn’t the dash game for you it was created by a queer mun for queer muses

♡ GENDER IDENTITY :  cisgender female* / cisgender male / intersex / gender-nonconforming / transmasc / transfemme / trans man / trans woman / nonbinary / gender-fluid / genderqueer / agender / demi-girl / demi-boy / bigender / pangender / omnigender / two-spirit

♡ SEXUALITY :  queer / gay / lesbian / bisexual / pansexual / omnisexual / asexual / androsexual / demisexual / fluid / non-labelled* / graysexual

♡ DATING PREFERENCES : monogamous / ethically nonmonogamous / monogamish* / relationship anarchy / open relationships / polyamorous / doesn’t date / dates casually

* Doe chooses to keep her sexuality, orientation, and other personal details private for her safety and security, given the circumstances she has faced. She has no shame in who she is, who she is attracted to, or how she expresses her identity. This decision is not about shame, but about survival.

♡ ATTACHMENT STYLE : secure / anxious preoccupied / dismissive avoidant / fearful-avoidant / disorganised

♡ SEXUAL INCLINATIONS : sex favourable / sex adverse / sex indifferent / hypersexual / sex-repulsed / bottom / top / versatile / vers bottom* / vers top / service top / power bottom / stone top / pillow princess / submissive / dominant / switch / masochist / brat / sadist / brat tamer / soft dom* / pleasure dom / caregiver*

* Doe prefers being penetrated over being the penetrator because it allows her to feel more comfortable and secure, as there is less room for her paranoia and anxiety to manifest. Since Doe does not have the necessary anatomy to penetrate, she relies on using toys made of silicone and plastic. However, she misses the intimate connection and ability to sense if something feels off that comes with flesh-to-flesh contact. In these situations, Doe depends on reassurance from her partner to ensure a positive experience, their words, face, body language. It's a lot and on some level she feels she is pushing the responsibility of all that feedback onto her partner, bothering them incessantly throughout the act and never letting them ride undisturbed because of her NEED to know things are fine and they feel good, and between the guilt of that burden to bear. And the weight of mustering the trust of opening up and leveling that she doesn't know, she's no sex god despite how positively she feels about the act, she's scared, she's trying her best, and she wants them to feel good. However, she is still terrified, and the whole situation is two steps away from being just a stress exercise rather than a pleasurable one. It's a lot to handle and unless she trusts a partner wholly, penetrating is unfortunately not on the table.

♡ LOVE LANGUAGES : words of affirmation / quality time / acts of service / receiving gifts / physical touch*

* In some circumstances, physical touch can be a sensitive subject for Doe because of her varying discomfort levels with human contact. She faces challenges due to the physical and phantom pains from her death, as well as her frequent hyper-vigilant anxiety and agitation. However, it is important to understand that this does not mean she is rejecting her partners, friends, or loved ones. Doe simply needs active consent and patience with touch, as she is quite affectionate when the circumstances are right.

♡ PHYSICAL ACTS OF INTIMACY :  holding hands / kissing / cuddling / massages / bathing together / washing partner’s hair / skin on skin contact / forehead kisses / playing under the table (e.g. hand on thigh, footsy etc) / playing with partner’s hair / playful tickling / seeking them out in bed to hold / eye contact / reading to your partner / being read to / napping together / couch cuddles while doing separate activities (head in lap etc)

♡ KINKS & TURN ON’S : dirty talk / quiet in bed / loud in bed / having hands pinned / pinning partners hands / having hair pulled / cumplay / pulling partner's hair / being watched / watching their partner / voyeurism / receiving oral sex / giving oral sex / receiving penetration / giving penetration / praise kink / biting / marking up your partner / being marked up / impact play / edge play / teasing / being teased / using toys on partner / having toys used on them / choking / being choked / being restrained* / restraining their partner / shibari / breeding kink / orgasm control / piss kink / worshipping their partner / being worshipped / humiliating / being humiliated / degrading / being degraded / pegging / being pegged / frotting / face sitting / dom/sub dynamics / DDLG dynamics / aftercare / anal / bdsm / light bondage* / outdoor sex / sensory deprivation / roleplay / rough sex / threesomes / wax play / sensory play (eg. pinwheels etc) / knife play / gunplay / blood play / caging / cbt / sounding / collars / exhibitionism / rimming / pet play / primal play / dressing up for partner / partner dressing up for them / daddy kink / mommy kink / master/slave dymanics

[vynnblr]

the vynn- hobie brown cosplay!! (LONG POST)

ok i have been convinced to show cosplay things ehehe

here’s the process babyyy

so basically i used a leather jacket i bought for?? $20 ish?? at a thrift store (all prices in canadian dollars)

now i have been a part of the punk scene for a good while now, but had never worked up the motivation to make a battle vest. so this vest is purposefully meant to double as both a hobie cosplay vest, and just an actual battle vest i can add onto forever!!

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a leather jacket with a red plaid inner lining layed out on a bed. my hand is in frame touching it, and my cat is visible in the corner.

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here is jacket in question, ft. my cat

first thing i did was chop off those sleeves. not with a special tool or anything, just scissors. this is a battle vest, not designer clothes

once i got them off, i chopped out that super cool red liner. a) because it was already coming out due to the missing sleeves, and b) to make patches out of. i did not buy fabric for the patches

after that, i cut the sleeve into some rings to make hobie’s arm cuffs. fuck if i’m buying cuffs, i’ll make em /silly

i used leather glue to glue some safety pins on so i could tighten it to fit my wrist since the sleeve was quite wide for me.

(image desc; a picture of the makeshift arm band around my wrist, displaying how the safety pins hold it on

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once i did that, i used my priciest thing i bought, a leather holepunch. if you’re using a leather holepunch for a one time thing, try to rent it or borrow it, they’re super fucking expensive. i invested in it since i’ll be using it a lot for other things in the future

i marked out where to punch with an old gel pen, and poked holes in the cuff. once i had those holes, i pushed PIPING BAG TIPS through. yes my spikes are baking tools. no i’m not buying actual studs they’re expensive. (i’ll explain how i put them in later on)

after i figured out how to attach spikes, i started on the jacket. marked it out, put them in.

(image desc; six pictures showing the process that’s described below, of spikes being put on the leather vest.

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to keep those suckers in, i used leather glue around the back where they got pushed in, let it dry. then, i cut a piece of fabric from an old shirt, put glue on it, and stuck it down across that glued in spot to make a base. let it dry. finally, flipped it back onto the side you see, light layer of glue around the base. any parts that didn’t dry clear i darkened with a sharpie.

once i was dont with spikes, i started making patches. my patches were done on the liner of the jacket, cut off bits of the sleeve, and an old black shirt. i used white and red fabric paint, and red acrylic (once).

after making the patches, cut them out, used safety pins to stick them where i wanted them.

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two pictures showing some of the patches i’ve made. the first image shows the back of the vest with patches already attached. the top patch is hobie brown’s spider punk patch and is safety pinned on. the next patch is a cut out shirt piece with red paint saying “i kiss boys”. the patch next to it says in white “feed the poor”, and under that is a matching patch saying “eat the rich”, both of which are sewn on with white thread. under them all is a patch that says “be gay do crime” but the A in gay is an anarchy symbol. it is sewn on.

the next image is of patches still drying on a shirt. the eat the rich and be gay do crime patch are both visible. another patch says “punks 4 queers”, another says “1312”, and two are symbols (one for anarchy, one for gender equality.)

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here are some of the patches, not all of them!

i sewed on most of the patches by hand with red or white thread, a few were left pinned (either for looks, time, or because they’re hobie-specific and i want them off sometimes when it’s not for cosplay). if you’re sewing leather, either use a thimble or wrap tape around your thumb to make one. trust me. hurts without it.

once that was done, i left the vest for a bit. picked up a long sleeve red shirt and a short sleeve blue one from my thift store, and cropped the blue one myself.

i used an old biker glove, and put spikes in it just for fun

i wore my belt, an old belt my dad gave me, and a borrowed belt from my sister on the cosplay. i also used a cuff my dad gifted me, a borrowed one from my sister, and my mom’s epic 4 inch heels (no idea why i can walk in them i never actually learned but i can walk in most heels)

the chain attached to my jeans is an old necklace.

i didn’t have time to make a choker intime for the movie, but i’ll make one in time for comicon! (same with guitar if i make it)

i put safety pins and pin backings in the mask i wore to the movies

in the end, this is the coolest cosplay i’ve ever done, very happy with it!! still technically a WIP, but a functional one, so i can wear it whenever!! cool stuff!! (sunglasses are bc facial dysmorphia, not a part of cosplay. just for pictures)

(image desc; three images depicting the finished cosplay on myself, two in which i’m standing and one where im crouched down flipping off the camera

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[timerevolt]

𝕊𝔼𝕏, 𝔾𝔼ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ, & 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊 𝔽𝕆ℝ ℚ𝕌𝔼𝔼ℝ* & 𝕂𝕀ℕ𝕂𝕐 𝕄𝕌𝕊𝔼𝕊

Note from original creator of meme, and key*this is for lgbtqia+ muses if your muse is cishet this isn’t the dash game for you it was created by a queer mun for queer muses bold: always | italic: situational | strikethrough: never

timerevolt || Lulu Warakosova/Warren

♡ GENDER IDENTITY: cisgender / intersex / gender-nonconforming / transmasc / transfemme / transman / transwoman / nonbinary / gender-fluid / genderqueer / agender / demi-girl / demi-boy / bigender / pangender / omnigender / two-spirit

♡ SEXUALITY: queer / gay / lesbian / bisexual / pansexual / omnisexual / asexual / androsexual / demisexual / fluid / non-labelled / graysexual / gynesexual / homosexual / monosexual / polysexual

♡ DATING PREFERENCES: monogamous / ethically nonmonogamous / monogamish / relationship anarchy / open relationships / polyamorous / doesn't date / dates casually

♡ ATTACHMENT STYLE: secure / anxious preoccupied / dismissive avoidant / fearful-avoidant

♡ SEXUAL INCLINATIONS: sex favourable / sex adverse / sex indifferent / hypersexual / sex-repulsed / bottom / top / versatile / vers bottom / vers top / service top / power bottom / stone top / pillow princess / submissive / dominant / switch / brat / baby girl/boy / soft dom / pleasure dom / caregiver

♡ LOVE LANGUAGES: words of affirmation / quality time / acts of service / receiving gifts / physical touch / activity / appreciation / emotional / financial / intellectual / practical

♡ PHYSICAL ACTS OF INTIMACY: holding hands / kissing / cuddling / massages / bathing together / washing partner's hair / skin on skin contact / forehead kisses / playing under the table (e.g. hand on thigh, footsy etc) / playing with partner's hair / playful tickling / seeking them out in bed to hold / eye contact / reading to your partner / being read to / napping together / couch cuddles while doing separate activities (head in lap etc)

♡ KINKS & TURN ONS: dirty talk / quiet in bed / loud in bed / having hands pinned / pinning partners hands / having hair pulled / pulling partners hair / being watched / watching their partner / voyeurism / receiving oral sex / giving oral sex / receiving penetration / giving penetration / praise kink / biting / marking up your partner / being marked up / impact play / edge play / teasing / being teased / using toys on partner / having toys used on them / choking / being choked / being restrained / restraining their partner / shibari / breeding kink / worshiping their partner / being worshiped / humiliating / being humiliated / degrading / being degraded / pegging / being pegged / frotting / face sitting / dom/sub dynamics / DDLG dynamics / aftercare / anal / bdsm / light bondage / outdoor sex / sensory deprivation / roleplay / rough sex / threesomes / wax play / sensory play (eg. pinwheels etc) / knife play / blood play / caging / cbt / sounding / collars / exhibitionism / rimming / pet play / dressing up for partner / partner dressing up for them / daddy kink / mommy kink / master/slave dynamics

tagged by: @awkwardcourage tagging: you ! and tag me i wanna know.