#this is just an insane moment for me i’m sry

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guys i get my doctor coat tomorrow this is real i’m actually going to be a doctor 🧍🏻

#if u would’ve told 2020 me that i actually made it to dental school she would be so surprised i even survived past december tbh #i will not be a doctor tomorrow but in three years!!!!! #this is just an insane moment for me i’m sry #perhaps i will post a pic of me in it….

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King of My Heart

happy birthday to my one and only, the loml, my mingoo, my GyuGyu <3 <3

• pairing: kim mingyu x afab!reader

• genres/tropes: smut (MDNI — If you’re not 18+, then see yourself to the door n let it kick ya on the way out, ‘mkay), fluff, established relationship, slice of life, idol mingyu, non-idol reader

• warnings: cross-mix of cute domestic smut with pure, utter filth, slight sub!gyu moment (reader calls gyu ‘baby boy’ like once), love-drunk reader, love-drunk n pussy-whipped gyu, insanely — slightly unnecessary — excessive use of petnames (reader calls gyu ‘babe’, ‘gyu’, ‘gyugyu’; gyu calls reader ‘angel’, ‘princess’, ‘baby girl’, ‘darlin’, ‘baby’), daddy kink, dirty talk, slight mean!dom mingyu (Mingyu is a fucking MENACE here), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), hair pulling (m receiving), praise kink (we all know Mingyu is a sucker for some praise) bulge kink, size kink (Sry not Sry, I am one of if not THE main proprietor of the MINGYU MONSTER COCK agenda), breeding kink (be safe, stay protected from babies and STI’s when intimate with a partner y’all), talks of pregnancy — no actual impregnation tho — let me know if i missed something luvvies! 

• word count: 4.2k and some change

• request: no

• a/n: It’s the loml’s bday!!! Happy Mingyu day! I’ve had this blog for a year, and I just realized this is the FIRST full fic I’ve written for my favorite boy. This piece took on a mind of its own for real and became so so much more than I'd initially intended, but I guess that's to be expected when it comes to writing about Kim Mingyu. Tagging my fellow resident Gyuldaengie of the svthub server @onlymingyus out of love <3

You’re hard at work in the kitchen finishing dinner prep, when suddenly, you get pulled from your focus by the loud sound of the door to your and Mingyu’s shared apartment slamming open and shut. Gyu sluggishly glides into the living room, haphazardly tossing his bags on top of the coffee table. He unleashes a deep, exasperated sigh as his long and slender fingers run through his hair, his statuesque, athletically strong-built physique finally giving in to the utter exhaustion as he ungracefully plops into the couch.

From your position at the kitchen island, you watch Mingyu with worry as the sight of his tousled jet-black locks, bloodshot dark brown eyes, and rumpled clothes comes into view. As he stares off into the distance, one hand reaches up to rub away at his cheeks and jawline. Gently wiping your sauce and frosting-covered fingers off on the kitchen towel hanging over the oven door handle, you set aside the prepped meal and softly waltz over towards the couch.

“Gyu? You okay, babe? How did the recording session and dance practice filming go?” You question, resting a hand on your boyfriend’s knee as you sweetly gaze into his weary eyes. Mingyu’s hand reaches down to intertwine with the hand you placed on his knee and pulls you into his embrace. Basking in the warmth his muscular upper torso gives off, you wait for Mingyu to find the words to express what caused him to return home completely worn out. Breathing in the lingering, sweet scent of your rose-scented shampoo, Mingyu tries to calm himself down before he speaks, as he vowed to himself he’d never ever take out any negative emotions on you. 

“Ughh, honestly… I’m beat, angel. It feels like I’m gonna drop dead any minute now. Recording wasn’t too bad, actually. But the dance practice was an absolute hellfire. We had to do so many fucking takes in order to make the choreography look its 10000% best. Sorry, I got home later than usual, princess.” Gyu starts off ranting, but ends, speaking to you like you hold the answers to all the stresses in his world. The way you grin so widely and gaze at him in pure love and adoration doing everything to heal Mingyu’s heart and mind from the chaos of his daily routine. 

“Silly, silly boy. You don’t got nothin’ to apologize for, Gyu. I’m just glad you’re finally home, baby boy. Been waiting to snuggle with my GyuGyu and spend the rest of your special day together. It sucks when you have schedules on your birthday, but I hope some dinner and cake as we watch your favorite movie can make up for all the not-so-fun things you had to do today.” You giggle lightheartedly into his chest, glancing up into his chocolate eyes as your hands mischievously trace random shapes into his chest over his tight white t-shirt. Your mischievousness rubs off onto Mingyu as you note a shift in his now darkening eyes. 

“Mhmm… as nice as an evening of dinner and a movie with my girl sounds… as hungry and thirsty I am for one of your home-cooked meals, there’s something else I’m feeling more hungry and thirsty for right now, baby girl.” Mingyu huskily growls, hands slipping under your frilly bustier and coming up near the hook of your blush lace push-up bra. “Mingyu” you whine out. “Ah, ah, ah. You should be saving those sweet, addictive noises for later, princess.” Mingyu lowly whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine from both his words and the warmth of his breath near your ear. 

“I thought you were tired from work, Gyu? We… we don’t have to… if you’re feeling worn out from practice, babe.” You stammer out, nervously and innocently, eyes shifting away from making contact with Mingyu’s. Mingyu lightly chuckles and brings a hand under your chin, compelling you to look into his eyes, “I may be dead-tired, but I’m never too tired to take good care of my number one girl. Let me worship you and your stunning body, angel, ‘mkay?” “O-O-Okay, GyuGyu.” 

“Mmph. You know ‘GyuGyu’ or ‘Mingyu’ isn’t my name right now, yea. What’s my special name during sexytime, princess? C’mon, say it for me. I know you can say it.” Mingyu prompts. “S-sorry d-d-daddy. I’ll be your good baby now.” You shyly mumble, still not confident in saying the pet name, despite all the years you’ve been having sex with your boyfriend. “Of course, you’ll be a good baby for daddy. You’re my cute, precious little baby girl, right? You want to make daddy feel good and have daddy make you feel good, yea?” Mingyu replies, easily picking you up from the couch with little effort. 

You’re completely lost in the feelings of kissing Mingyu as he guides you from the living room and down the hall toward your bedroom. You don’t hesitate to help Mingyu out of his clothes along the way, one hand wrapped around his neck as the other hand reaches out to loosen the strings of his black sweats, causing the pair of bottoms to fall to the faux wood floors. Mingyu skillfully steps out of them whilst still enraptured by the spell of your lips. As the kiss deepens to a full-blown makeout session, the hand resting on his neck starts playing with the hair along the nape of his neck. 

Mingyu stumbles through the threshold and clumsily tosses you on top of your california king mattress. He stalks towards the vanity area and brings your chair over right in front of the foot of the bed. “Since it’s my birthday, I can make a few wishes, yea, princess? So, my first birthday wish, Take off your clothes. Slowly. Give daddy a lil show, yea?”

“Gy-... Daddyyyy! Please!” You moan, already done with your boyfriend’s teasing foreplay. “Please, what, baby girl.” Mingyu scoffs slightly. “Daddy! I want you. I need you so so so bad right now. Please daddy, help me.” You cry, giving Mingyu your best pouty face. Mingyu looks at you with what you’d hoped was a real bit of giving in, but it’s just his mock sympathy. After all, you of all people should know by now. 

Kim Mingyu is a tease. A fucking insufferable, cocky little shit of a tease. And what Kim Mingyu wants… he will get, one way or another. 

“Tsk tsk tsk. You know better than that, little girl. Unless… do you want a punishment from daddy, princess? Cuz I can and will punish you, if that’s what you ask for.” Mingyu warns, trying to read your face to see if you’ll actually challenge him when he’s in fully dom mode. Feathery, dark-tinted eyebrows lifting just slightly before drawing together, you curl your soft pink-tinted lips together as you slowly slide deeper into subspace. 

You sit up against the headboard, hands lowering down to grab the hem of your bustier and slowly slip it over your head, before randomly throwing the item of clothing somewhere in the room. One of your eyebrows slowly rises as yet another mischievous look pulls across your cute tiny face. “Bra on or off, daddy?” You cheekily question, noting the way Mingyu’s briefs seem to have started getting tight around his massive length. “Off. Take that cute little bra off right now, baby girl. You know how much daddy loves your pretty tits, darlin’.” Mingyu lowly mumbles, gaze intensely locked in on the view of the valley of your breasts. 

Reaching back, you slowly and skillfully undo the clasp of your bra. You cutely chuckle to yourself as an idea pops inside your head, leading Mingyu to question what other ‘great’ idea you have up your sleeve. “Princess… what are you up to, huh?” Silently and with a beaming smile, you pull the cups of the bra away from your breasts and throw it right into Mingyu’s empty lap. “What’s this, baby girl?” He chuckles, fangs showing as his head tips back. “A present for daddy.” You answer. Mingyu turns his head in surprise, tongue poking out in response. “Well, thank you, baby. This is one of my favorite little bras of yours, it’s so pretty… but ya know where I think it’d look even prettier?” He rhetorically questions, chocolate eyes darkening to the point they're almost black. Your head tilts to the right in response, like a confused little lab puppy. 

“On the floor. With the rest of your clothes, angel. Panties next. I’ll decide later what I wanna do with that cute little frilly skirt. Maybe, I won’t take it off. Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll decide to fuck you in it.” He teases, yet again chuckling at the way your eyes widen in innocence. As if you have any innocence left in you when Mingyu’s been corrupting and intimate with you since the beginning of your relationship. 

You gulp and swallow nervously, before gaining the courage to continue. Your hands slide underneath your skirt and up toward the waistband of your undergarment. Slowly, you pull the piece of fabric down your legs and slip it over your feet. Then, taking the lace panties in your hand you fling it into Mingyu’s lap. “Fucking hell. These… You… Oh my god… you fucking soaked through these panties, baby. Tell me, who made you so fucking wet, you ruined your little thong? Huh? Who is it that got you wet, baby girl?” Mingyu teasingly smirks, baiting you once again. 

“You… You know, Gyu.” You groan, annoyed. Now it’s Mingyu who playfully tilts his head to the side, acting like the ever-so-cheeky golden retriever he’s always compared to. “I do? Oh, I don’t think so, princess. How can daddy simply read your mind? You gotta use your big girl words if you want daddy to know what you mean.” Mingyu playfully quips, referring to himself in the third person. Thrashing your head side to side and kicking your legs against the mattress, you whine, “You! You, you, you, You! It’s you, daddy! Only you can make me so fucking wet I ruin all my panties. I’m all wet for you, and only you, daddy! Please daddy, please touch me. Please use your fingers, or your mouth, or your c-c-cock… just use whatever you wanna give me!” 

Standing up from the chair and coming closer to you, Mingyu grabs at the hem of his white t-shirt and pulls it over his head, exposing his defined pecs and well-chiseled abs to your wandering eyes. Biting down on your lip till you draw crimson and squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to stop the gushing from your core, Mingyu throws his head back and deeply laughs at the sight, “Somethin’ caught your eye, baby girl,” “I know you’ve got a lil tiddie, abs, and arm fetish… but damn princess, you’re looking at me like it’s your last meal.”

“Ha, Is it a crime to stare at my man? What can I say? You’re like a fucking model-level attractive, Gyu. You’re hot, sexy, handsome, a talented idol, and you’re so kind, caring, look out for people, and smart. Sometimes, I just can’t believe I’m lucky enough to call you my boyfriend. But, even if you didn’t have the physique of a fucking greek god, I’d still love you.” You giggle, more than happily doting on your man, even during a spicy moment like this. 

Mingyu is momentarily thrown off by the sudden sweetness in the air, but his heart swells with pride at the fact that he’s yours and you're his, and only his. Mingyu is truly the lucky one because he gets to call you his baby. “And you’re a fucking gorgeous queen, baby girl. So if anyone’s lucky here, it’s me who’s lucky to be the only man that gets to be with you like this. Now, come here, princess. I wanna taste you so damn bad, I actually just might lose my mind if I have to wait for a second longer.” He commands, nearly pulling you down the bed. 

Mingyu lays flat on his stomach at the bottom of the bed, swiftly leaning down to kiss his way up your legs, stopping just near your core as he places a gentle peck on both your left and right inner thigh. “Mhmm… been thinkin’ ‘bout your tight little pussy all day long. Almost had to break away from the members and staff during a snack time, just to slip off to the bathrooms to get myself off on the thought of you, angel. I’ve had a fucking raging hard-on all day. Cheol and Wonu almost interrogated me ‘bout it after practice, baby girl.” He moans lowly, sending vibrations straight to your core. 

“M-Min… I- Oh fuck, I need… I-” You shakily moan out, already feeling so incredibly fucked out without any stimulation from Mingyu. Mingyu looks up at the sound of you calling him, and he can’t say the view of you from this angle isn’t having an effect on him at this very moment. “Yeah, princess? Tell me what you need. I got you, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you.” He groans, in response to the blissfully fucked out expression on your face. “Please, I need you to… Ahhh shit! I need you to use your tongue and fingers, please Gyu. Prep me to take your big juicy cock, daddy!” Your head falls back against the pillows, hands slowly coming up towards Mingyu’s head and gripping his soft, long, and curly raven locks.

Mingyu places his hands on either side of your hips and pulls your core into his mouth. Pulling his mouth back for a second, he collects a ball of saliva and spits it onto your clit. Strings of residual saliva connect from the corner of his bottom lip to your barren nub. Taking his thumb and placing it onto your clit, he rubs the wet liquid across the expanse of your clit, whilst his long and slender index and middle fingers slip deep into your walls, eventually curling once in deep, “Shit. Tight, so tight, so warm and wet, princess. No matter how many times I use my fingers on you, your tight little pussy somehow gets even tighter around my fingers. Fuck, I’m going to ruin this tiny pussy.”

“Gyu! Oh my god… ahhh ngggh… shit! M-More, I need more daddy! Pleaseeee.” You whine, the pitch of your voice growing higher. “More? You’ve already got two of my fingers deep in your pussy, and my tongue flicking your clit. What more do you need, princess?” Mingyu questions, momentarily pulling his tongue away from your sensitive nub. “I need more. Feels like ‘m gonna cum soon. Please give me another finger, I can take it, daddy. You know I can take it.” You beg, lightly pulling on a few strands of his hair. “Okay. Daddy’ll give you what you want. Say ‘thank you’, baby girl.” Mingyu replies, smirking at how you become increasingly more fucked out. 

“Thank you, daddy! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…. T-th-thank you. You’re so good to me daddy. It feels so fucking good. You make me feel so fucking good, daddy!” You moan out, like a mantra. Ever the people pleaser he is, your praises go in one direction… and that’s… straight to Mingyu’s big fat dick. The praise you give him damn near snaps the last bits of his resolve and willpower. Reminding you to continue taking slow, deep breaths, Mingyu gently slips a third finger into the walls of your pussy and rubs circles along your clit with his thumb. “Let it go, angel. Cum for me, baby girl. Cum all over my fingers and the sheets. You know you want to, darlin’.” Like magic, Mingyu’s words do just the trick to compel your body to jump over the edge of ecstasy. Your orgasm hits hard, splotches of white dots lining your vision for a minute. Your climax is so intense your thighs uncontrollably shake. “That’s it, princess. Just like that, yea. Cum for me, keep cumming for me, baby girl. I promise your next orgasm is gonna feel all the more better.” Mingyu coos, coaxing you through the aftershocks of your climax. 

Vision finally clearing up, coming back down to the space of your shared bedroom, you take deliberate breaths, steering yourself away from any haze and overstimulation. “Fucking hell, Gyu. That was fucking otherworldly how you did that.” You laugh, pulling your tall, muscular, long-limbed man back up the length of the bed, and directing his lips toward yours. “You taste sweeter than the sweetest fruit, baby girl. Can you taste yourself on my lips still?” Mingyu praises, laying the endless nothings on thick, as his hands rub circles into your hip bones. “Shit, I do taste good, don’t I, daddy…” You giggle, licking your lips and blissfully beaming at the man hovering above you. “You taste so fucking good, darlin’. I’d honestly eat you out all damn day if I could.” He chuckles, wholeheartedly laughing with his whole chest. 

“Your turn now, daddy. I wanna return the affection and make you feel good too. Second wish, daddy? Anything you want?” You ponder. Mingyu suspiciously hmms, pretending to be thinking about what he wants, when he clearly already knows and more likely than not has known exactly what he’s wanted since the moment he stepped through the door of your apartment tonight. 

What Kim Mingyu wants, he will get, one way or another. 

“Hmm… while the idea of your pretty lips wrapped around my cock does sound quite nice, I have other plans. I need to be buried balls deep inside of your tight little pussy, my cock making your cute tummy bulge from how deep inside I am, feeling your tight, tiny walls clenching down on my cock, as I breed you nice and full… filling your little cunt with my cum till my seed takes and knocks you up. I wanna make you a cute little mommy. Your petite little frame would look so cute with a round stomach full of my babies, your pretty tits growing as your milk comes in. You’d be the prettiest, sexiest little mama alive. Don’t you want my babies, princess? Imagine it, baby girl.” Mingyu suggests, knowing you’ve always had an infinity for babies and motherhood. 

Throwing your head back deeper into the pillows, you bite down on your lips, hard, in an attempt to stifle the feral moans threatening to spill their way out your lips. “Oh-ho-ho, you’re getting turned on by the idea of carrying my babies, and being my hot little baby momma, aren’t you, baby? Should I make you a momma then, angel?” He chuckles, in response to the way you moan and seemingly tighten around his length at the thought.

“Gyu! Gyu, Oh god, yes, yes, yes! Mhmm… Ohh fuck, Ohh fuck, Ohhhhh fuckkk! So fucking good. You’re always so fucking good to me, daddy! God yes, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop! You’re so fucking big, Gyu! Oh god, it’s like your cock is gonna rearrange my guts and tear me open. Just like that, daddy! Just like that. Oh, fucking shit! I love you, Kim Mingyu. I love feeling your cock so deep inside of my little pussy.” You repeatedly moan, deep in subspace and even deeper in a hormone-filled daze. Nails alternating between gripping tightly onto Mingyu’s beefy biceps and roaming his back muscles. 

“Your tiny little pussy is so greedy for my cum, darlin’. Your wet, tight cunt is sucking me in so deep, Don’t you feel it? Look, baby, look at how desperately your pussy wants me inside.” Mingyu grunts, grabbing one of your hands and trailing it down in the direction of your stomach and core. “Ya feel that, baby girl. Can you feel your cute little stomach bulging every time I push my cock deeper inside you? I’m in so deep, it feels like my cock is gonna hit your cervix for sure. Your tiny cunny is working overtime just to take my whole cock inside you, but even though I’m stretching your tight little walls out to the max right now, we all know your perfect little pussy is just gonna tighten up even more again.” 

“Fu-ff-fuck… Oh my fucking god! I- M-Mm… Mingyu! ‘M gonna, ‘m gonna… Oh my god! Aaaahhhh…. Ngggghhh. D-dd-don’t… mhmm fuck! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, Oh god! Mingyu, don’t you dare fucking stop. Don’t fucking stop, just like that, fuck… Just like that, daddy! Oh my god, Gyu, it’s so fucking good. I feel so fucking good… so so so fucking good. Your cock feels so fucking good inside me. I’m… mhmm shit, shit, shit! I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours! I’m yours and only yours, forever okay…” You loudly cry, tears spilling down your eyes from the mix of the intense pleasure coursing through your veins and the strong, overflowing love you feel for Kim Mingyu. 

“Damn right you are, angel. Mine! You’re mine forever and I’m only yours. I love you so much, y/n. Thank you for being with me all this time, thank you for giving me the great privilege of getting to be with you, of getting to call you my one and only baby. Thank you, baby girl.” Mingyu softly whispers, gently caressing your face and lovingly gazing into your eyes like you’re the only girl in his world. 

“You said you wanna make me your hot little baby mama, yeah?” You ask so casually, throwing the usually confident, cocky little shit off his game. Taken aback by the out-of-the-blue line of questioning, Mingyu is frozen in place for a moment. His chocolate eyes widened in sheer surprise and disbelief at the string of words he just heard. Yes, he has thought hundreds, thousands, perhaps even millions of times about the idea of further making you his girl by impregnating you with his ropes of cum. He’d have to be a damn fool to not have an unspoken desire to see you pregnant with his child. 

“I… It-It w-ww-was.. ‘nt… I... are you sure princess?” He stammers, nervously, feeling his blood run cold as he simultaneously feels beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. You lightheartedly giggle, as a wide, bright smile etches across your face, your legs working to wrap around your boyfriend’s waist and trap the man in your embrace. “Gyu, I told you. I love you. I’m yours, only yours. Would it be such a bad idea if we started trying to have a family of our own? I wanna have your babies, Gyu. I wanna make you a daddy for real.” You sweetly admit. 

“Of course, I’ve thought many times about you being pregnant with my children. I’d be a fool not to think about how you’d be and look with a child, with my child, our child, but this relationship is a two-person team. So, I don’t wanna put you in any position where it feels like you don’t have a say. I’m just trying to make sure you really want this, baby. As hot as the idea of me possibly knocking you up is, it’s way more than that. Pregnancy is no joke, baby girl. What do you think, angel? I’m open to the idea of trying if that’s something you’re also open to.” Mingyu confesses, nerves running rogue and heart beating a million miles a minute. “Hmm…” You trail off, both mimicking Mingyu’s earlier action and actually giving deep thought to the idea of a family with Mingyu.

“I’m open to it, Gyu. We’re two hot ass people, so our babies would be some pretty and handsome as hell little humans. I wanna have your babies, Gyu. Now, cum for me, babe. Cum inside me, breed me nice and full, daddy! Make me a hot little baby mama, and I’ll make you a hot, sexy ass dilf that all the guys wish they were, and all the girls wish they could get with. Make me yours even more, daddy. Breed me, fill my tiny cunt with every last drop of your hot, thick cum. Breed me, daddy.” You sultrily moan, pulling Mingyu in closer despite already being pressed up right against each other. 

“Ohh fuck! You’re gonna be the death of me one day, princess.” Mingyu groans, throwing his head back. “What an iconic way to kick the bucket, babe.” You giggle brightly, kissing and licking a trail of love bites down the side of his neck and along his clavicles. “Oh my god, you’re a menace, a little vixen.” Mingyu feigns shock. “Uhh…. excuse me! I’m the menace?! You, sir… Oh, let’s see… who’s the one that pulled us both away from the notion of having the dinner I worked hard to make because they were ‘hungry and thirsty for something else?’ Oh, wait… I do believe that was you who said those very words, Kim Mingyu.” You scoff, in disbelief at your boyfriend. 

“I mean… can you really blame me, if I’m about to make you have the fucking orgasm of your life, darlin’? You’re the one who asked to be bred by daddy Gyu.” Mingyu counters, throwing you off your game now.

Kim Mingyu is a tease. A damn menace. A fucking ethereal, otherwordly cross-breed of model-level, actor-level, idol-level visuals and greek god physique. A man who seems too good to be true. But you truly wouldn’t have it any other way. Kim Mingyu is yours and you’re the luckiest person in the world to be his. 

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୨୧ ｓｔｒａｗｂｅｒｒｙ ｊｕｌｉｕｓ ୨୧

୨୧ Pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x chubby!fem!reader x boyfriend!namjoon

୨୧ Genre: fluff, smut, rocker au/crime au combo

୨୧ Summary: The night of an event you've been stressing out about for weeks, you find stress relief in an unexpected but welcome place.

୨୧ Word Count: 2.4k-ish

୨୧ Warnings: unprotected sex, double penetration, double creampie, anal, light choking, dirty talk, pet names, strong language (I can be a potty mouth, sry), pet names (love, baby), dom vibes if you squint, & that's all I think.

୨୧ A/N: I really wanted to mix two of my favorite au's with two of my favorite people so here we are. There's definitely gonna be a part two because my brain won't shut up about this. Anyway, I hope you like it my loves 🖤

Punk music blares from the speakers in your living room, the distorted strumming of guitars and brutal drumming enough to shake the walls of your two story home. Playing your music as loud as you want whenever you want. One of the few perks that come with living on the edge of the city where your nearest neighbor's an elderly woman a mile down the road who never uses her hearing aid.

A hearing aid. You’ll need one any day now if you keep this up but you can’t bring yourself to care. You’re having the time of your life fresh out of the shower, dancing around in your towel while you tear your closet apart to find an outfit for the party tonight. Everything has to be perfect. Your hair. Your outfit. Your makeup. Jungkook says you’re perfect already. That everything else is just decoration.

With all the effort he put into getting your band invited to this party, your “decoration” needs to be more memorable than ever. Everyone who’s anyone on the punk scene will be there tonight. From journalists to producers to some of the women who inspired you to start a band to begin with. The pressure to make a lasting impression is insane and the precise reason you’re running on 4 hours of sleep right now. You’ve been moving non-stop since this morning, trying to outrun your doubts and insecurities.

“Love, slow down. Let me help you” Jungkook whispered in those moments he caught you burning yourself out. You don't know what you'd do without the sweetheart that he is. Digging through your top drawer you pull out a pair of fishnets, the ones he can't get enough of, and you're instantly reminded of the other side of him. Thoughts of all the filthy things you’ve done in these fishnets bring a tingle to your cheeks that spreads between your thighs like wildfire. 

“Not tonight” you say to yourself, tossing them back in, “I’ll never be able to focus.” Shaking off vivid memories of being fucked against the questionably clean mirror of a dive bar last weekend, you continue to raid your closet, carelessly making a mess that’ll be a problem for future you to deal with.

“Baby!” Jungkook shouts, stepping through the front door twirling his keys around his fingers. His heavy black combat boots hit the hardwood like the steps of a giant as he marches over to the speaker and turns the music down. “Baby! Where are you?” There’s an adorable pitter patter of feet from above before your voice sounds from the top of the stairs. “I’m here! Get everything you needed from the store?” 

His brain glitches. The store? Oh, yeah. That lie he told you about needing to run to the store for something. You never pressed him for specifics. A testament to the level of trust you have in him. Trust that hopefully won’t be shattered by the fact that he lied his ass off. He cuts his eyes at the tall man looming by the door, knowing that his presence is the only thing that’ll redeem him. 

“Uh, yeah, I did” he lies, appearing at the bottom of the stairs, “Could you come here for a second?” Without bothering to answer, you skip down the stairs, only hitting the second to last step before he has his arms around your plush figure. The towel bunches up around your waist, raising your towel just enough to allow your ass to poke out the bottom. He can’t resist brushing his fingers along the softness of your ass.

A move that reignites that tingling you felt earlier and has your lips latching onto his before he can say another word. Jungkook dives right in, shoving his hands beneath your towel to hungrily grip handfuls of your curves. There’s no time for this but he’ll make it. He has to. Something about you drowns out his reason. He’d postpone his own funeral if it meant he got to touch you one last time. 

“Does everyone who comes over get to watch or am I just special?” Namjoon teases, slamming the front door shut. Jungkook’s stomach sinks, suddenly remembering what he’d actually left the house to pick up. Yours sinks even lower. That voice. It hasn’t lived within these walls for years. Jungkook steps back, waving Joon over. “I, uh, got something extra from the store.” 

A half dozen emotions brew inside of you, none of them identifiable. You only know that your feet are glued to the ground. That your mouth is drier than it's ever been and your heart’s beating in your throat. Joon approaches you, his arms outstretched to welcome you into a hug. When you don’t budge, your pouty bottom lip the only part of you able to move, he pulls you into his arms anyway.

The strength of his hug, the love laced within it, heals something inside of you that has your vision going hazy with tears. Lifting you from the stairs, Joon brings you between him and Jungkook. They hug you from both sides the way they used to before Joon went away. 4 years in prison. Light work for washing dirty money but an eternity for your close knit trio. You haven’t laid eyes on him since that last day in court.

He’d only let Jungkook come visit, insisting that you shouldn’t be in a place like that. You lost count of the hours you spent in tears hating him for keeping you away but loving him too much for the feeling to ever stick. Your Joon didn’t belong locked away with killers and god knows who else. Everything he did, everything you did together, was to survive. He'd never hurt anyone and knowing he might be surrounded by people who would made being kept at a distance sting that much more.

There was no way you and Jungkook would’ve survived without each other. Him losing his best friend and you losing one of your loves. No matter how far your careers advanced, how nice this house was, or how much money you had tucked under the floorboards in the attic, nothing could change how incomplete you feel. How incomplete you felt.

“Ouch!” Joon cries, jumping when you pinch his side, “What was that for?” “What the fuck are you doing here?” you shout, wiping the tears from your eyes. Joon just laughs, “I still live here don’t I?” “Duh, you idiot! But you’re not supposed to—your release is months away—I thought—” You turn to Jungkook who grabs your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours before you pinch him too.

“Early release. I was gonna tell you, I just thought it’d be a fun surprise. Plus you were so freaked out about tonight. I just didn’t wanna psych you out. You mad at me?” Jungkook pouts, those brown puppy dog eyes pulling you in like they always do. “I’m not mad” you huff, rolling your eyes while leaning in to let him peck you on the cheek. Joon kisses you on the neck from behind, his large smooth hands massaging your tense shoulders.

You reach back, running your palm across his buzz cut hair, “I like the new hair. It’s kinda hot.” “Only kinda?” he asks, nipping at your neck, revenge for that pinch earlier. His hands slide down, patiently rounding your curves to reach your exposed thighs. “Stop” you giggle, a chill running up your spine, “I have to get ready.” Jungkook pulls his phone from his pocket to check the time. “We can always help you get ready” he grins, pushing his knee between your thighs to make enough space for Joon to run two fingers over your slit.

“It’s so wet down there” Joon hums, “Is that just from the shower or—.” Twisting free, you rush back up the stairs, stopping halfway up to glance back at them. “I still need to do my hair.” Jungkook shrugs, taking two steps toward you, “I’m pretty good with hair.” You swallow hard, wiping your sweaty palms on your towel. “And…and my makeup.” Joon tilts his head to see you better, “I can do that.”

Why are they like this? So annoyingly persistent. It’s not like you don’t want it. The thought had crossed your mind to have a quickie with Jungkook when you were standing in your bedroom zoning out with those fishnets in your hand. With Joon back you find yourself wanting it even more. Those feelings that overcame you are much clearer now. Passion. Love. Lust. Joy. All fighting for dominance and right now one in particular’s winning.

Look at them. They’re both so fucking handsome. And the closer they get the harder it is to ignore the voice in the back of your head telling you to give in. “Just a kiss” it whispers as Jungkook catches up to you, his lips dangerously close to yours. You close your eyes as your lips meet, his tongue snaking against yours. One kiss. Just one.

Joon dreamt of being with you like this again. Him lying across the bed, pillows beneath him to keep him at the perfect angle to lower you into his lap. Fingers digging into the plush of your hips, he guides his length, coated in lube from base to tip, to that gorgeous ass he got a few nibbles of when you first took your towel off. “Joon…ah” you gasp, biting down on your bottom lip as the warm tip penetrates your tight hole.

Anal was never Jungkook’s thing. Seeing those cute heart shaped butt plugs you liked to wear when he had you bent over was the extent of his interest. Joon on the other hand had always been insatiable and time hasn’t changed that. “Fuck, still so tight for me” he groans out in pleasure, the tightness of your ass choking his dick the deeper he goes.

When he finally bottoms out, you fall back onto his bare chest moaning weakly, drool already leaking from the corners of your mouth. Earlier your body wouldn't even move. Now you can’t stop it from trembling, the fullness overwhelming you enough to turn your brain to soup.  Joon locks an arm around your waist, the other coming around so he can palm your breast. 

“Missed you” he whispers, rocking beneath you at a pace slow enough for his and your sanity. Your hand skims his forearm, nails digging in when he does a slight bounce to mess with you. He’s definitely put on some weight while he was away. Whatever they were feeding him, whatever weights he was lifting, you approve because he’s stronger than you ever knew him to be and you’re loving it.

“You sure you can take both of us?” Jungkook taunts, shifting his weight on the bed to hover between your legs. He places a hand on your knee, dipping two fingers into your core. He's achingly hard, twitching, leaking precum on the blankets at the sight of how wet you are. Your pussy glistens so beautifully, your walls clenching around his fingers while Joon fucks your other hole. Jungkook awaits your answer but he’s only met with your needy moans and cries.

“You have to say something, baby” he says, his thumb strumming your clit, “Tell me what you want.” The hand on your knee comes around your neck, his hold on you firm yet gentle. Joon slows his movements, offering you a second—and only that—to get your thoughts together. “Come on, you can do it. Tell us what you want.” Jungkook’s fingers are still working inside of you, mercilessly milking your g-spot.

“I…I can take it” you whine, forcing the words from your throat, “Fill me up. Please. Want it so bad. So bad.” “That’s my girl” Jungkook smiles, popping his fingers out of you. You watch as he strokes himself, using your arousal as lubricant. Joon’s hips begin to move again, leaving you pulsing in two places at once. Your clit stiffens as Jungkook rubs his tip between the silken folds of your warmth, sinking into you without warning. 

They take turns thrusting into you, one then the other, making sure you feel every arch and defining vein along their shafts. This perfect dance of pleasure and overstimulation has you crying out, tears leaking from watery eyes. Incoherent moans flow out into the ether and it’s not just you, it's them too. You can’t get enough of it, rotating your hips as best you can to pull the dirtiest noises out of them. Joon pulls your head back to kiss you and the moment you break for air Jungkook’s kissing you too, suspending you in a constant state of breathlessness. 

You’ve forgotten all about the party, your worries reduced to nothing by the ecstasy of this unexpected reunion. There’s nowhere else you want to be but here between the men you love, tension winding in your belly. You whine something between Joon’s lips and they just know what it is. Letting go of your throat, Jungkook slips his hand between your waist and his, rubbing your clit to push you over the edge. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” you scream, ears ringing as juices stream from your core, making the sound of your bodies snapping together even sharper. 

You feel weightless, disembodied, floating above yourself, jerked back to reality only by the pressure of Joon coming inside of you. You hold his hand, pressing down onto him as you kiss him over your shoulder. At the same time you’re tugging at Jungkook’s hair, keeping him flush against you. “Harder” he begs, his thrusts growing sloppier the harder you pull. One final tug has him unraveling, another wave of warmth filling you just as the other fades away.

The energy in the room gradually comes down, heavy panting turning to light breaths as you cuddle beside each other, your sweat slicked bodies still tangled together. “Still need help with your hair?” Jungkook asks, lovingly petting your head. Joon peeks over to find you sleeping more peacefully than you have in years. He kisses you on the forehead, pulling the blanket over you. “I don’t think so.”

#jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #poly bts #jungkook x you #namjoon x you #namjoon smut #jungkook smut #bts au #chubby reader #plus size reader #chubby smut

[sagittato]

This is my first post and it’s gonna be low effort because I swear I can’t get this off my mind—

Do people from twisted wonderland realize how much Azul Ashengrotto could potentially look up at Vil Schoenhiet??? ONLY @jxnebuggy ACKNOWLEDGES THIS IN HER fem!twst FANFICS AND IT DRIVES ME INSANE!!!

Vil is a successful, confident, drop dead gorgeous fashion icon. He has a whole business for cosmetics because he’s so gorgeous. He’s very skilled in potion making, so much so bro makes his OWN makeup. He has a strict diet he follows and it’s clearly gving him the results he wants. Vil Schoenheit is everything Azul wants to be!! On top of that, Vil is Azul’s bloody UPPERCLASSMAN.

And does everyone forget how Azul literally info dumped about the man in Book 5 Chapter 2?? Nobody talks about it. They’re too busy headcannoning Sebek or Riddle or Floyd to be neurodivergent af (jkjk)!! Such a shame Vil told him to stfu but in his own pretty, 3w4-coded ways😔😔

Azul has shown before he will invest inhumane amounts of time into things he thinks are important. An example of this is in his birthday jackect card, he talked in a fair amount of detail about the quality of the pillow Ace gave him. He could do this because he researched ON pillow qualities.

It’s likely when he was trying to step up his game with success or diet, he stumbled upon Vil, researched the frick out of this guy, and lo and behold became a fan of his.

Some honourable mentions are when he made a deal with Vil in his ceremonial robes. I haven’t seen it because I wanna save the feeling of raw happiness with these two characters interacting once I get the card. If we didn’t see Azul show any sort of fan behaviour when Vil made that deal then I firmly believe he was kicking, giggling, twirling his hair off camera behind closed doors over it. Then I do hear in the second Camp Vargas event, Azul and Vil had some more interactions! I thiiiiiiink they were getting competitive with each other??? That changes nothing from my ignorant eye. It’s NRC. Everyone is really competitive and will turn on each other’s backs faster than Leona can fall asleep (bro’s actually depressed, I swear).

Anyway, I think it’s only right I list my headcanons now for them:

Azul gobbles up any dietary/beauty tips Vil has

Azul uses Vil’s makeup brand that’s probably vegan

He also collects Vil’s magazines and puts them all in a box hidden away in his closet or under his bed

Vil probably finds him annoying💀💀💀 (what can I say? he has a reputation for not stfu around higher class people)

Elaborating on that, Vil does respect his success but I bet he can see the unhealthy greed that lies under it all. Thus, that’s prolly a reason why he would try to distance himself away from Azul.

BADLY wants to collaborate with Vil because Mostro Lounge profits would soar if they did. Knowing his bold arse he probably made the request at least thrice and Vil shut him down each time. He’s obviously not gonna stop because we all know him. (never back down never what—)

Yes, I know he canonically looks up to Ursula, but I think he would like someone… yknow… alive to look up to.

Keep in mind I’m only on Book 5 Chapter 29 as of this moment so it’s totally possible I missed some things! Leave your opinions, headcanons, or anything else in the comments, I’d love to see them! Do leave spolier warnings though. That way I can decide whether I wanna spoil things first myself or not.

EDIT: I already fixed it but did I really just say book 6 😭😭😭 i meant book 5 i am so sry hdgdhjjjdhdjj

#azul ashengrotto #vil schoenheit #i’m procrastinating #the world needs to know how great the azul & vil duo is #first post #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland rant

[fair-night-starry-tears]

Hey guys? Guess what? STORY TIME BITCHES- YAAHAHAHAHHAAHAAAAA

- some muts ocs

- drama bomb reveal

- I’m either high from being sick or just insane

- hehehehe new art go brrrrrrr hehehehehe

- Idia: I feel like some bullshit gonna happen

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Today was family day, it was a beautiful evening. Everyone gathered around, the world was brimming. Though. There was an odd hunch awaiting.

“Awww man…..” cursed a firey hair boy. Looking at his phone to the texts of his parents. “Bailed in just an hour in. Great…..” he mumbled. “Oh don’t worry big bro! It was an hour this time!” Cheered a robot child. “Yeah yeah, I know Ortho. I just wished they didn’t bail at the moment.” Said Idia. The eldest look at the text again, ‘we came what we wanted. Sry! Love and kisses’ - Mom. Idia thought of something out if it, “what does that mean?…..” he mumbled. With Ortho zooming off.

The prefects were in Ramshackle group table. Chatting away, with Yuu passing Freya a new sketchbook for designing, Estella playing a new tune, and Isabelle reading away. That’s when Crowley stopped by, “oh look guys. It’s the dead crow.” Giggled Minako. “Not the time. Prefects- I mean. Anyone. Has any of you seen Darling?” He asked. “Birdie? No. I saw her once inside the school.” Said Estella. Everyone had gave a simple short no. No one had seen her. “Strange…. It’s not like her to be wondering off….” The man had a look of worry. The man had checked up on his radar that the girl was on campus. He was sure of it. But he felt dread carry him. Then he get a rock bonk him, “ow!!!” He shouted. “You didn’t heard me.” Said Minako. “So throw- forget it.” He left in a huff. “….. did no one saw her?” Everyone shook their heads and gave their response.

Cater was with them, glancing up. “Oh. I saw her earlier. Chatting with the two uhhh. Helmet weirdos. Walked to the garden area.” Freya glanced over. “And you didn’t bother bringing it up?” “I was mainstreaming. didnt heard the first part sheesh-" but the boy was interrupted, grabbed by the collar by a panicking older shroud brother. “Helmets?? Helmets?!” He shouted. “Were there a blue and pink one???” Cater was surprised. Scared. “Y-yeah! Even some robots! Why?!” Idia froze. All eyes were on him. All eyes…. He knew what they came for. “Crowley!!!” The boy leap over the prefects table and slid off. Racing to the headmage. The group looked at each other, and followed in pursuit. Idia was racing around, looking for Crowley. Only to find the man standing in the garden. Holding a murky coated chip. “Where’s my child….?” The man asked. Idia gulped, trying to lower the situation that is escalating slowly. “I know this is going to sound bad….. I know but….” “Shroud…. Where…. Is….” Crowley voice deepen. Filled with malice and rage. “My…. CHILD?!” Idia and the prefect groups drop. “She’s at the Isle of Lamentation! She’s at the isle! She’s in S.T.Y.X FOR THE LOVE OF SEVENS SHE’S IN S.T.Y.X’S!”

Crowley stopped himself, “what?…..” he mumbled. “Look! I know that sounds bad! Don’t freak out-“ “freak out? freak OUT?! MY DAUGHTER IS MISSING SHROUD!!!!” He shouted, his mask fell, revealing an inky substance trailing down the man face. “I suggest….. you take us there…. NOW!” Idia had to do a time out with his hands. “Okay! Time out! TIME OUT-“

- I’m not gonna type some shit but everyone is at STYX-

The couple were talking, fascinated by the girl appearance. “See that? The pulse grew exactly like a normal-” the doors slam open. Revealing the headmage, prefects, or some who stayed behind to calm the school. And the shroud brothers. “I believe you have my daughter….” Said the tall fellow. His eyes gleaming with a violent intent. “Oh good. You’re here. We can break this to you.” Said the man in the blue helmet. “Tell me? Tell me what???” Shouted Crowley. The woman fiddled with the holographic system. Revealing the monitor. “See for yourself…” she said. Stepping aside as the group wonder. And the shock cursed their hearts.

Standing alone in the room. Was their friend. Or.

What was even is her…..

Her hair now an inky substance, her eyes a darker shade of a violet blue. And her skin, pale then her own. She looked. Disappointed. “I guess the cats out of the bag now….” She held her hands up high. “Oi…. I was going to tell them…. Eventually….”

The shroud parents responded. “A phantom hybrid…. Can you believe it? We didn’t respond to that distress signal with her overblot but you see this?” As the man pulled a chart. Everything was erratic. “You don’t see this on a phantom. We seen many. But this…. Just never once….” The woman played some recording. And suddenly Darling screeched out a howl, it wasn’t even human at all. More like a monstrous combination of a raven. The woman ceased the sound. And Darlinv immediately changed her figure. Walking around so empty like. “Shame you have to find out like this….. I too be devastes if this happened to me.” The adult Shroud male replied. “It took a moment to capture her. But I must say…. It’s impressive how well she can act.”

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Imma end this shit here but I’m so content hahahaaha

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire @rose-tea-and-strawberries @yukii0nna @achy-boo @abyssthing198

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #marron ocs #twst oc #twst #darling crowley #muts oc #Idia Shroud #Cater Diamond #Ortho Shroud #Dire Crowley #I’m fucking everyone up #hehehe my brain go brrrrrr

[tddyhyck]

*cartwheels into ur askbox* BLUEEEEEE HOW ARE UUUUU!!!!!

clearly u are talking to urself because u (🫵 YOU!!!) are precious.

u are so right, every song is beautiful and has a different vibe. i didn’t expect to like smoothie in its entirety at first, i liked the vocal parts but the smoothie, smoothie, smoothie chanting in the chorus was unexpected and i was NOT put on this planet to maintain eye contact with lee jeno (or anyone actually…) while he looks into the camera and i was CERTAINLY NOT put on this planet to have na jaemin talk in my ear jkhksjsa but it grew on me afterwards. i cried when i listened to icantfeelanything and unknown on 2 separate nights so maybe i’ll pick those 2 for my favourites… i rlly liked breathing too, but unknown kinda wiped my mind clean. how about u?? i’m not even talking about the performances because they’re *insane*. i just think jaemin would look nice leaning over someone on a table u know… 😞 i remember being so lost when i first saw him holding a sword like jaemin honey why do u have a sword in a song with fruits. then i saw him fighting the fruits and suddenly it all made sense 🙇 (can i just say i found the bubbling sound at the start of second verse so weird on the first listen, before it grew on me? it’s such a funny lil sound, it adds so much character to the song 🫶)

what u said abt jeno is so sweet i will simply cry till the end of time. “he’s very yes to me” such a valid assessment.

ajhdehjgajha ok well u see i don’t remember much about the day… just that i was living life and suddenly had renjun on the mind. specifically dom renjun staring someone down when they’re bratting, and i had a moment like oh, that’s a Thought. (i’m not even much of a brat, where did that come from?) coupled with dumbification 😅 n u’re right the purple looks so pretty on him!!!

all these renjun thoughts of urs ended all of MY thoughts ever. i am WEAK. please always keep getting carried away because i don’t know how to tell u how much i liked everything u said here omfg. (i might take another 100 words to express my feelings and that would be such a shame…) i think i recently stumbled across something to do with rope play (the past couple days have been tiring and i can’t remember much of anything) nd omgg i was gonna bring it up with u cus,, u know how they sometimes tie it in a way that there’s a knot right over,,, anyway 😵‍💫 so glad to see that u mentioned rope here because now i’m going to Think. hah, time to stop thinking.

panty stuffing is that one insane guilty pleasure that i never see enough of and i’m ALWAYS blindsided whenever it comes up anywhere. (is it cursed if i’m thinking of that with our precious kink because of which we started talking…? i promise i don’t have a one track mind 🫶)

gah, how many times do i tell u, U’RE THE SWEET ONE 😭🥺💞🥳 i’m glad u’ve been good 🥰 small font because i didn’t want to clog up ur (or anyone else’s) screen, let me know if u’d rather it stay big haha. i always talk too much but i don’t quite wish to stop 😔 (unless of course u ask me to 😂❤️) sending u another ask wait—

~🪄

OMG did u see the recording video for smoothie 😵‍💫😵‍💫 jaemin all up in my ear and i’m okay with it 🤭 all the songs are so good i can’t stop listening i have unknown and icantfeelanything on my heavy rotation playlist they’re TOO GOOD (chefs kiss) LMFAO jaemin needs to lean over you at the table just saying ¯\_(ツ)_/ jaemin is our fruity fighter protecting us all and making us get our vitamins

renjun + dumbification oh i am SO here for that,, that would change my mind real quick,,, i feel like he would be so good at that too like just fucking you into oblivion,, no thoughts head empty and he’s just taunting and teasing the entire time like “are you sure you can take it?” “you were begging for this earlier” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

i think renjun is def tying ropes over ur cunt like sry he is ,,, i think he would tie it like idk how to explain this but two pieces on your cunt and then tie the ropes so your legs are spread,,, and he’d talk about how pretty the ropes look against your skin but he can’t wait to see the pattern afterwards 😵‍💫😵‍💫

i think panty stuffing should be the norm i don’t make the rules but i will enforce them 🤭🤭 ALSO AGREE

omg you changed the font size how do u even do that LOL i’m good either way and ALWAYS chat with me i love it 🤭🤭

#tddyhyck ask #🪄<3 #now i’m thinking about renjun with a rope bunny #bye

[tokkias]

okay so out of curiosity, which fairy tail pair is your fave after nalu? and where does gruvia land on your list (im nosey) (and i’m assuming gajevy is nr 2 but i might be wrong) (just a vibe i get)

i am soooo aggressively neutral about pretty much every non-nalu ship, like i hardly give the time of day to any other ships unless it's brought up externally, i.e. i have been thinking about gajevy a lot lately, but that's because i wanted to write something for gajevy week and not because im big crazy insane over gajevy

ur vibe check is correct gajevy is my number 2 ship, probably the only other ship i would actively go out of my way to write for outside of requests, i think they are so beloved and i cannot wait for the babies to be born <3

as for gruvia im about as neutral about it as i am every other ship tbh? i think it's fine, i think it's pretty cute but i wouldn't say im a gruvia shipper? i really like gray and juvia separately as characters, probably both in my top 5, so i can vibe with it but if im reading a big 4 fic i am skipping over the gruvia parts sry. i don't see a lot of gruvia on my dash because the moment i see any gruvia discourse i block immediately, doesn't matter what side of the discourse it is on, i'm just so tired and i think the person who made the gruvia hate blog is a loser with no life who needs to go outside and talk to a real person

you didn't ask for this but i like to talk so here are my opinions on other ships:

jerza - similarly as apathetic as i am towards gruvia. probably even moreso because i don't care much for jellal as a character? tho that is changing through my reread so we shall see elfever - they have been living rent free in my brain for the past 3 weeks ngl?? i have written a bit of elf and ever separately recently and i just think they're soooo funny apart which is increased tenfold when they're together. underrated ship nali - guilty of being one of those nali antis back in 2015 but my justification is that i was 13. lisanna deserved so much better than that i am sorry babygirl. i actually don't mind nali, i think it's cute and i do like childhood best friends to lovers trope my beloved. if i were not so deep into nalu hell that i side eye every other ship for them i think i would be really fond of it. i was gonna joke about me being a nali fic writer in another universe but can you fucking imagine. i cannot stiyu - this is just the nalu we have at home. yukino is so boring as a character i physically cannot care about any ship involving her calu - cringe! cringe! cringe! gross yuck don't like it. the only ship in ft i actively hate hate hate. makes me feel icky and i will feel gross for hours afterwards if i am forced to look at any art or fic of it

#mya's mumbles #sorry i talk a lot #i hope this sates your interest

[chipswsalsa]

Tag Game to Better Know You! Send this to people you’d like to know better!

thank youuuuu @sunfl0wer-power for the tag :) 🫶🏼

What book are you currently reading?

i’m currently kinda bouncing back and forth between “It Starts With Us” by colleen hoover and “The Psychopath Test” by jon ronson !!

What do you usually wear?

leggings and a sweatshirt or jeans and a basic tank w a jacket lol

How tall are you?

5’8”

What’s your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

capricorn— i share a birthday with bradley cooper and marilyn manson

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

family calls me taylor, most of my friends call me tay :)

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be as a child?

i grew up wanting to do something in criminal justice, i used to really wanna do criminal psychology, and i’m currently in school for criminal justice w a concentration in crime analysis, so i guess i kinda did !!!

What is something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at?

i feel like i’m good at being emotionally supportive and being a good listener, like i just really strive to listen and understand when people talk to me

i also make the best hot chocolate, no discussion

i’m super bad at math lol like it’s actually a problem how bad i am, don’t even ask me to do basic addition or subtraction

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

i painted a picture from the scene in spongebob where he puts a sock on his head and tries robbing a bank and i actually really like it lol

Dogs or cats?

cats all the way. i love dogs but cats and i are connected at the soul <3

What’s something you would like to create content for?

idk but i do know that i love to write lil stories and come up w absolutely insane plot lines in my mind lol

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

i’m currently obsessed with måneskin’s new album “rush” ohhhh my goddddd

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

my dad getting a girlfriend lmao

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

i can sing & my wrists pop like rice crispies when i bend them but idk if that counts as a talent bc like… it’s just something that is that way in my body lol

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

gas money and concert tickets lol

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no pressure tags (sry if you’ve already been tagged): @sparrowofthedawn @joshkiszkatoothgap @gardensgatedaisy @samkooszka

#ask game #get to know the person behind the blog #questions #<3

[lacheri]

|| moon river. || part x. bonus chapter ||

|| masterpost || taglist form || part x. ||

pairing: Levi x fem bodied reader

bonus chapter content: all the usual mr content tags sry I'm lazy, suggestive themes, alcohol/drinking, fluff as this is painfully sweet, minors/ageless blogs do not interact.

summary: in which you try to figure out what to buy Levi for his birthday.

wc: 3.7k

a/n: SURPRISE! (: I had to write a lil holiday thing for my boy, and lowkey I couldn't fit christmas/his birthday into the main plotline of mr SO HERE WE ARE! I hope you guys enjoy! thank you to my beautiful friends as always for beta-ing, Mochi and @astridthevalkyrie <3 happy holidays everyone!

“What?”

“What do you mean “what”? I just told you pretty clearly.”

“But,” you gape, hands sliding over your face in frustration. “I had no idea! No one told me!”

“We just told you,” Hange gestures between themselves and Petra, who smiles sheepishly. “Levi’s birthday is Christmas Day.”

“But it’s Christmas Eve,” you say exasperatedly. “How am I supposed to find him a gift now? It’s nearly midnight.”

You’re glad the ravenette in question is busy mulling over bills in the bar office. You would die on the spot if he heard you talking about his birthday, and his no gift, at this very moment.

It came up casually in conversation. Hange decided to generously inform you that the bar would be closed tomorrow, but would be “open to us to celebrate shithead’s birthday”. When you had asked who shithead was, Petra had chimed in with a meek “Levi, obviously”, and left you utterly embarrassed and rattled with guilt. You didn’t know, didn’t even think to ask when your neighbor’s birthday was.

“You sound like Petra when she found out,” Hange chuckles. “What was it you said? It was so funny.”

“That I couldn’t believe he even had one,” Petra snorts. “He’s like a robot. Have you ever seen Levi eat? I haven’t. Robot.”

You nod your head, “Actually, you have a good point.”

“Thank you!” Petra shouts, throwing Hange a pointed glare. “I’m glad someone understood my conspiracy theory!”

“No, that’s crazy,” you wave your hand. “The food thing, does Levi have any favorite foods? I could probably get a gift card to some place he likes.”

“Hm,” Hange leans their forearms across the bar counter, hands cradling their chin. “Not that I can think of. He’s very picky.”

“Chicken tenders and fries kind of guy?” you arch an eyebrow.

“No, worse than that.”

“Thinks ketchup is spicy?”

“Worse.”

You groan, throwing your head back in frustration, “I’m the worst friend in the world! I have no idea what to get him.”

Petra frowns, “We usually don’t get him anything big. One year, Hange got him a new fancy camera, and he got so mad at them over it, he went to the store the next day and returned it. Gave Hange the money back and everything.”

“Told me, and I quote, “If you ever spend that much on me ever again, I’ll burn your bar to the ground so you can’t afford to buy another gift in your life”. So now I just make him his favorite drink and call it a day.”

“Holy shit, Hange,” your eyes widen. “He’s that bad with gifts?”

They nod, face stoic, “Yes, that bad.”

You purse your lips together in deep concentration, “So I’ll just give him something he can’t return!”

“The food thing was a good idea,” Petra offers, placing a palm between your shoulder blades. “You cook, right? You could make something for our little party we throw.”

“Yeah, I could,” you sigh. “But I feel like it’s not enough. It’s his birthday, and Christmas.”

“Well technically, it’s not really his birthday party. Hange convinced him that the party is for employee morale, and for legal reasons.”

“How?” you send Hange a bewildered look.

They shrug, “I forged some papers to make it look like the law requires at least one employee event at any establishment. This shit runs deep.”

You shake your head, “Oh my god, this is insane.”

The two nod, Petra murmuring, “Yes. Yes it is.”

“What does he even like?” you ask, sighing deeply. “Does he ever buy himself anything?”

“Nope, not that I’ve seen,” Hange lays their cheek flat on the counter, their words squishing between their lips. “Levi saves every penny he makes.”

“So, I’m fucked.”

“Yeah,” they nod. “We’re all fucked. We gave up on gift giving a long time ago. Hence the party.”

You scrunch your eyebrows together in determination. No, you’re not willing to admit defeat quite yet. You’re going to find something, no matter the result.

And if Levi throws a fit over it, oh well. That’ll just be too bad.

“Out of pure curiosity, what are your likes and dislikes? Please be as specific as possible.”

“What the fuck are you up to?”

“No, I’m curious. I just want to know.”

“Why?”

“Why can’t I know?”

Levi narrows his eyes, “Why?”

“Because I want to ruin your life,” you say sarcastically. “I’m trying to figure out something.”

“Figure out what?”

“Can you just answer my question?” you bite, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Because I don’t want you to know, obviously.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“I answered your question, didn’t I? You didn’t specify which one.”

“Asshole.”

Levi breathes out through his nose in laughter, “I know what you’re trying to do. I’m not an idiot.”

“Then what am I trying to do?” you challenge, stopping dead in your tracks. The bar looms behind you, a pressing reminder of what little time you have to come up with a gift for the man by your side.

“I don’t do gifts,” he rolls his eyes, slowing his pace. “I don’t care that it’s a holiday. It’s a waste of money.”

“But everyone deserves a gift,” you pout. “Especially something they like.”

“Then make me a drink tomorrow. Actually, no, let Hange. You can say it’s from you.”

“You don’t trust my bartending skills? I’ve gotten a lot better, you know.”

“Three months of making drinks doesn’t make you an expert.”

“But I’m better than when I started,” you try, pout becoming fiercer by the second. “C’mon, you can at least give me that.”

Levi arches an eyebrow, “It’s cold. Are you done being a brat?”

“No, no I’m not,” you cement your feet in place, unwavering and unmoving. “Not until you tell me what you want for a gift.”

“Enjoy the cold,” he shrugs, and resumes his walk home.

You think he’ll turn around, so you stay. His head doesn’t turn once, but you hold strong. He won’t leave you behind, he can’t. Despite Petra’s theory, Levi isn’t a cold hearted robot. He wouldn’t leave you out in the cold, especially on the eve of a holiday. Right?

Wrong. He would and he is. Levi’s form becomes smaller and smaller as his legs carry him further away. He follows the bend of the sidewalk, and all too soon he is out of your sight.

“Asshole,” you grumble, the last shred of resiliency slipping from your hold.

Your feet move, following his footsteps. Your anger swells, how dare he leave you all alone on the freezing street. It’s almost a holiday, for fucks sake. He could spare a sliver of patience, you’d even accept it as a gift. In fact, him letting you know exactly what he likes would be a great gift in itself. The gift of knowledge, how perfect. In turn you’d repay him with the gift of a material item he would actually enjoy.

Levi likes the color green, he likes photography, likes making fun drinks. He gets really excited when someone orders a more obscure, tedious drink at the bar. His eyes light up and his hands work so carefully to craft the requested cocktail, taking his time to perfect whatever it is he’s making. It’s sort of cute to see Levi get excited over something as simple as that, though he tries his best to mask his enthusiasm.

Levi likes your artwork too, you think. Any time he’s been inside your apartment he makes a point to stop by your hanging painting of Jeremy. He glances over it a few times, usually making some remark about it. Something or other about, “It’s holding up pretty well.”, “Do you use varnish?”, “How long did this take you to paint?”, “Do you have other paintings?”.

It’s actually quite sweet. Not that Levi visits your dwelling often aside from your routine walks to and from work, and well, that one time. Well, multiple times, actually. But neither of you have spoken much about it, or addressed whatever all those times really meant.

Okay, so maybe Levi does pay you a visit more often than you think he does. They usually don’t consist of much talking though, not the “get to know you” kind anyways. Well, that’s a lie, you’ve definitely gotten to know each other quite well.

That’s besides the point. Your experience with his body gives you nothing to work with gift wise. Unless a blow job could be considered a decent enough gift. Actually—

You follow that familiar bend, concrete curving to the left, and nearly slam into a body. Levi stands with his arms crossed, silently gloating at your defeat and his victory. You hope your glare is as mean as you intend it to be.

He had waited for you. It makes you happy and angry all at the same time. He’s still an asshole though.

You roll your eyes and stomp past him, huffing out a weak insult. Levi only laughs, and follows closely behind you.

Thankfully, the time he had left you alone had given you a wonderful idea. You just hoped you had enough time to execute his gift.

The cold fades from your bones and hangs off the material of your clothing as you enter your apartment lobby. You shiver at the change in temperature, but it’s not enough to stop you in your tracks. You run up the stairwell, knowing exactly where to place your feet to avoid the cracks and dips in the old wood. It’s a quiet accomplishment, your familiarity. It reminds you that this is now your home.

Levi is left in the dust this time, and it’s only until you’re about to slam your front door shut do you remember your companion. His palm holds the pine still, and you turn your head. His eyes flicker, a questioning invitation.

“You want to come in?” you ask rhetorically, noting his left foot is sliding further and further into your threshold.

“Obviously,” Levi answers anyway, eyeing at your lips. “It’s a holiday, I can think of a gift you can give me.”

“Too late, I already came up with an idea,” you laugh, blocking him from taking any more steps inside.

He frowns, “Seriously?”

“Yeah. You left me to my own devices. You reap what you sow, pretty boy.”

His silver irises roll, “Now I’m definitely coming in.”

“Nope.”

You hate to resort to this, as it’s a cheap trick, but it’ll work. You think. You hope.

Turning completely, you place your hands to Levi’s shoulders, and jolt your body to shove into his. Your lips meet his, and though he’s unprepared for how quickly you capture his pout, he responds pretty quickly. His hands fall from your door, his feet falter, and he takes a step back to brace for your impact. All according to your plan, you smile into the kiss.

When he’s far enough into the hallway, you remove your hands, push back with lightning speed, and slam your front door shut. You lock it before Levi can wrestle his way back in.

“You’re devious,” he swears behind the pine. “I swear, if you even think of doing anything big or extravagant, I’ll never speak to you again.”

“Then how will you get your birthday gift?” you call back. “You know, that gift you were hinting at earlier?”

“Who told you?” you can feel the anger in his voice reverberate off the wood.

You snicker, “Who do you think?”

“I’m going to kill them.”

“Goodnight, birthday boy!” you smile ear to ear, turning your back and walking away.

Levi calls your name, knocking on your door rapidly, “You better not give me anything, I swear!”

You choose to ignore his threats as you go about setting up your painting supplies. Your kitchen floor isn’t exactly the best art studio, but risking the chance of Levi seeing your creation out on your balcony isn’t worth taking. So, your kitchen tiles will do. You can always clean up your mess later with a washcloth and some soapy water. Worst case, you have bleach on standby.

You think Levi gives up after fifteen minutes. The knocking slows, his shouts becoming weak, until finally you hear nothing but silence. You chuckle to yourself, already covered in drying paint, and dutifully continue your work.

You can see it in your memories, but you thank the universe for the creation of the internet. It provides great references for your subject matter, even though it takes you a decent five minutes to find the exact image you’re looking for.

You drink multiple cups of coffee throughout the night, groaning in frustration and sighing in accomplishment at your piece. It’s a rollercoaster of emotion, to say the least, but you think Levi will like it.

The sky is a lighter shade of midnight when you finally complete your painting, washing the dried paint off your hands and arms and settling into bed. You go to set alarms on your phone, and laugh quietly to yourself when you see three missed text messages from the very ravenette you’ve been crafting for.

“I really won’t talk to you for a week. I hope you know that.”

“Please don’t waste your time getting me anything. I don’t need anything. It’s just another day of the year.”

“My bed is cold. Fuck you.”

“Merry birthday Levi!”

You spring up from behind the bar, Hange and Petra on either side of you. You shout in unison, smiling ear to ear.

Levi stands in the doorway, face fallen and eyes hard set. You think his expression is hilarious, exactly on par to how Levi must feel about this.

All morning, you tried your absolute hardest to avoid the ravenette. Offering your beloved begonia his routine cup of water, Levi had seen you out on your balcony. Slamming his doors open, mouth already opening to yell across the railing at you, you flew the cup to his side of the mezzanine. Your distraction worked, the plastic clattering noisily across the metal, and hauled your ass back inside. Nearly a close call, you huffed and came to accept the fact you’d have to isolate yourself within your dwelling for the rest of the day.

Or until the coast was clear. Luckily, Hange was one step ahead of you.

“The Raven is at the cafe. I REPEAT. THE RAVEN IS AT THE CAFE. MISSION GET YOU TO THE BAR WITHOUT RUNNING INTO THE RAVEN IS IN THE GREEN. GET YOUR ASS MOVING SOLDIER.”

“Hange… are you stalking Levi?”

“Mind your business soldier. MOVE MOVE MOVE!”

Not the nicest text messages in the world, but they made you laugh regardless. You just hoped Levi would miss your retreating form in the midst of your mission, gift in tow.

Thankfully, the plan went without a problem, and you made your way undetected into the bar. Setting up the decorations with Petra didn’t take long, a mix of birthday banners and Christmas colors. Hange’s bar looked very festive within an hour’s time.

It was all worth the effort, even if Levi looks like he’d be happier doing literally anything else. He deserves to have a day be focused on him.

“Wow, you shouldn’t have,” he mutters monotonically.

“Cheer up, friend!” Hange grins, circling the bar to pull the ravenette in for an enthusiastic hug. Levi wriggles against their hold, displeasure ridden across his face, “You get one hug from everyone. That’s my gift to you this year.”

“You’re a menace,” he hisses, though his right hand comes around their waist to pat at their back.

“Happy birthday, Lev’.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

When Hange pulls away, you can’t mistake the gleam in Levi’s eyes. It’s calm, full of comfort. He can act like he hates this, but you think Levi’s just a big softie. It’s cute how he hides his smile behind a frown.

Petra follows Hange’s path, hands behind her back, smirking, “You won’t believe what I got you.”

“Petra,” he grits his teeth. “What?”

With a shit eating grin, Petra whips her hands forward, and you stifle your laughter. Levi stares at the gift dumbfounded, blinking rapidly to understand.

“You got me a bottle of water?”

The strawberry blonde nods vigorously, “Yes!”

“Why?”

“I owed you one. For that time I blacked out and Hange had to take me home.”

“Very thoughtful,” Levi mutters, taking the plastic in his hands. He ponders at it for a moment, before a small smile graces his lips, “Thanks.”

Petra leans in, hugging his side for a brief moment, “I put my heart and soul into that.”

“I’m sure you did,” he half heartedly hugs her back. They release each other quickly, and then you realize with a pounding heart that it’s your turn.

Why Hange insisted on giving gifts the second he came through the door, you’ll never know. They gave some vague explanation about “He’ll just kill us on the spot if he has to wait anymore than what he has to”. You had simply shrugged, and agreed to their plan.

You gulp, and spare a glance to the wrapped gift resting at your shins. You pick it up, and tread lightly over. You hope he likes your painting.

His glare could cut through your skin. Levi looks pissed. To be fair, the canvas is pretty large. On the floor it reaches just below your knees, a good half of a foot long on either side. It was the biggest surface you had in your collection. Still, it’s sentimental, so you think he’ll look past the size.

“Levi,” you state his name, standing directly in front of him.

He narrows his eyes further, opting not to speak. Oh, so he’s going to be serious with that no talking thing? Fine with you.

You hold out the present with a shy smile, “Happy birthday.”

Levi takes a deep breath, exhaling loudly out of his mouth. After a moment, he reaches for the gift, and the weight leaves your hands. He’s meticulous at unwrapping, making sure to not rip any section of the paper. You wonder what he’s like when he has multiple wrapped gifts in front of him. It probably takes Levi an hour to open every gift.

You think he figures it out pretty quickly — the underside of the canvas meets his gaze first, and his jaw slacks. Whipping it around, he’s less careful with the paper, and tugs off the wrapping with abandon.

Levi stares at your painting, eyebrows furrowed. Without removing his eyes, he speaks, “Is this-“

“Yeah,” you bite your lip.

“But,” his eyes continue to search the subject, running a finger over the dried paint. “How? You did this all last night?”

You nod nervously, “Yeah.”

“It’s the river,” he states. “The one in the city.”

“Mhm,” you smile. “I didn’t have time to buy a frame, but I figured you’d kill me if I did. I took your threat very seriously.”

Levi flips the canvas back around, mumbling out the message written on the back, “A cool place.”

You take the time to drink in your finished painting. It’s hazy, definitely more messy than what you would’ve preferred, but you like it all the same. From the descending steps of the park, to the moonlit water cascading eternally to the right — you remember with fondness the night you and Levi had shared. The first time you truly felt like you knew him, the unapologetic, raw version of himself. It’s cheesy, you know, but it’s as much of an important place to you now as it always was to him.

“So you have somewhere to think when you can’t go to the real thing,” you offer as the silence invades your conversation. “You’re not going to give me the silent treatment still, are you?”

“I may, depending on how shitty your hug is.”

A clear invitation given, you close the distance between the two of you. Levi settles the canvas down cautiously, and you wrap your arms around his back while his hands rest on your waist. Your head lulls to his shoulder, and you smile softly.

“I hope you like it,” you whisper.

“I do,” he rasps. “Thank you.”

As subtle as you possibly can, you place a quick peck to his shoulder, and pull away from the comfort of his arms. His grip starts to tighten, but ultimately loosens once Hange speaks.

“Get a fucking room you two.”

“Disgusting,” Petra agrees with the brunette, feigning a sour face. Though, she sends a wink your way.

Levi only rolls his eyes, “Fuck off. Are we done with the gifts now?”

Your nails scratch his back in comfort, “You know, I’m very curious about this traditional drink Hange makes you every year. I have to try it.”

“It’s great!” Hange says.

“It’s awful,” Petra groans.

The pair share a look between them, erupting into giggles after a moment. Hange shakes their head, “Whatever, you’ll drink it because I said so.”

Petra sends you a discreet look, mouthing a near silent, “It sucks.”

“I like it,” Levi pouts.

“I’ll pretend to like it if I hate it,” you console him, hand still making tiny circles into his shirt.

Levi leans into your touch, and after checking to see if anyone’s watching, he leans in and places his lips to your forehead, “How kind of you.”

“I try,” you respond, heart fluttering in your chest. “By the way, you have one more gift.”

“Is it the one I asked for last night?”

“It may be,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

“Maybe I do like gifts afterall,” he muses, sparing you one last kiss before he joins the pair at the bar counter.

The night blurs after that. Between conspicuous touches shared between you and the ravenette, to swallowing down special cocktails you end up actually liking, time begins to fog. Hange’s bar booms with boisterous laughter, and your heart warms at a particular thought that passes through your brain.

There isn’t anywhere else in the world you would rather be than right here, right now, with the people most precious to you. You adore every single one of them. You finally feel completely at home.

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Hickey prank on MHA boys

Characters: Amajiki, Bakugou, Deku

Note: Qui is back my dudes… I hope that you like this!! Also this content is slightly angsty!! Also the keep reading option isn’t working for me today so sry if it bothers you that the post is really long.

He got home after long day at work so he just wanted to see you and be able to be in your arms.

Sadly he was greeted with you having a purple mark on your neck.

So many thoughts ran through his head, did he not make you happy anymore? Did you find someone else? How long have you been cheating on him?

Before he knew it his little world started crumbling apart and tears were falling from his cheeks, he just couldn’t believe that you would do something like that to him. After all you told him that you only loved him and only him :(

“A-angel? W-why d-do you h-have that on your neck?” What do they have that I don’t? I tho-ought that I was making you happy.”

You could bare to see him like that so you immediately wrapped him in your arms and told him that it was a prank. You even had to show him that the hickey was only makeup because he couldn’t stop sobbing.

After your little prank he would be down, he would still cry a little about it after.He hated that you did something like that to him. He would need a lot of cuddles and kisses and praise from you after. He just doesn’t want to loose you, your his everything, his precious safe place to call home <333

Lol, at first he saw the hickey and he let out a small smirk because but he thought that he had given it to you,because he usually leaves them on your neck (he likes to mark what is his )but then he remembered that you haven’t done anything in a while so immediately became pissed.

He would literally grab you from the shirt and shake you around trying to figure out which punk gave you that or who did you fuck.

“Y/N!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT IN YOUR NECK DUMBASS?? DID YOU FUCK SOMEONE?WHO DID YOU FUCK?” ANSWER ME BITCH!!

Lol yeah he went insane.

You got scared so you told him the truth while quickly trying to wipe the purple makeup from your neck .

Believe it or not he would start slightly crying, you know when the tears are about to fall from your eyes? Yeah, that was him at that moment.

You let him cool off for a while before apologizing. Once he hears your apology he would grab you by your waist and tightly hold you in your arms while nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, “never do that again you dumbass, you got me scared for a sec.”

He just went on a mission for a couple of days and he comes back looking forward to do nothing but sleep with you while you are in his arms. And what did you do?prank him… :D

He wouldn’t notice instantly because he was so tiered,he just wanted to sleep,lol.

After his long nap he would wake up and see that you are still sleeping, he couldn’t help but to smile once he saw your sleeping figure,but then he would notice that you have a couple of dark purple marks decorating your neck.

His smile would drop and turn into a sad one. He would start to make small circles with his thumb over the hickeys on your neck before some tears would start to gather up in his green eyes.

He would start wondering who did you do this with, this is what you did when he was away in a mission and couldn’t pleasure you?

The movement of Izuku’s thumb woke you up so when you turned around and saw him crying you asked hi what’s wrong and if he was feeling ok.

“Izu,baby, what’s the matter? Why are you crying?” Sight “Y/N baby, what’s this love? Are you seeing someone else? you stayed silent, “I know that I’m not here as often as I used to but” sight “I promise I will try make more time for you,love.”

You quickly told him that it was a prank and started to play with his green curly locks and peppering his face with kisses so he would calm down.

With his tears the makeup started to fade away and when he say that he was more than relieved.

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high • richie tozier

(step brother richie tozier x reader smut)

requested: Could you do step brother richie fic? 👉👈 + Could you please do a dom stepbrother Richie? Thank you! 👉👈 + i am here to ask for step brother richie or step brother e-boy ver of eddie 🥴

warnings: swearing, marijuana use, dom!step brother richie, p dirty smut, oral sex (male receiving), dirty talking, a bit of praise kink (sry i can't stop)

[losers + reader are 18+ in this.]

2.6k words oof

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you wanted to fucking kill richie.

you swear, every moment your step dad and your mom left the house, he was sealed up in the basement smoking himself into an oblivion - and today must not have been any different.

you know that if your mom smelled it when they got back tomorrow, you'd be the one to get in trouble, because your step brother was a prick. but your mom, for some reason, saw him as an angel who 'just had some quirks.'

except those quirks were wearing awful hawaiian shirts, aggressively partying every weekend with his friends, accidentally crashing cars, having a pretty serious nicotine addiction, drunkenly piercing his ear, coming to family dinners high, flirting with you all the time - even when you're not alone - and giving girls stick-n-pokes under the bleachers during class periods.

you didn't really care for richie before your parents got married, and now he's a permanent thorn in your side. 

especially because he's so fucking hot and he knows it. he's always winking at you, putting you in risqué situations, making excuses to have you sit in his lap, to lift you, always putting his hands on you, and making suggestive comments. but the thing you despised most was yourself, because all of what he did just made you want him more. and he probably knew it.

you throw yourself down the stairs, frustrated. "richie, c'mon. do you have to do that down here?" you whine as you find yourself facing him. he's sitting on the couch, a shitty rerun of some show on the tv. he shrugs, looking unaffected as he holds a glass pipe in his hand. "it's just one bowl. it won't smell and it won't even get me high." he defends casually.

you scoff. "i could smell it from upstairs." you lie. he rolls his eyes, "no, you couldn't. you just wanted to come down here to yell at me."

you almost laugh at how quickly he reads through you. "well, you deserve it, anyways." you mumble, walking closer. he watches you warily as you sit next to him on the couch. "you want some, y/n/n?" he asks slyly. you give him a look and he shrugs. "why not? they won't be back 'till the morning." richie reasons. you really want to but... "i've never..." you trail off, eyeing the glass pipe in his hand.

his eyebrows raise, a teasing look filling his features. "shut up, you asshole." you grumble, flopping against the back of the couch. "i didn't even say anything!" he says with a grin. 

you scowl, rolling your eyes as he snickers. "you're a big girl, i'm sure you can handle some if you want." he teases and you roll your eyes. "you're a dick." you say, grabbing the piece out of richie's hands. you look at it, figuring it can't be that hard, right? richie doesn't let you guess though, immediately taking control.

"so you put your lips to it here then cover your finger over this hole. then you'll inhale and when i tell you, take your finger off and keep inhaling. then try to hold it in as long as you can." he says, fingers guiding you over the steps. you gulp, face red because of how close he is to you.

you're not 100% sure if he intends to be so seductive with you, but with the way he's breathing on your neck, you're starting to think that he means to. 

two can play at that game.

you look at him, putting your lips on the piece. "like this?" you mumble on the glass and his eyes are trained on your lips. he licks his own but then looks back to you, "just like that, toots. you're doing perfect." he mumbles, eyes hooded and trained on your lips. you blush from his words, cursing yourself for feeling slightly aroused but also deciding to just fuck it. 

"and then i just suck?" you whisper, watching his face contort at your words. he hums lowly, almost to himself, eyes not leaving your lips. to distract yourself, you take a small inhale.

"that's right, there you go. good girl." he mumbles lowly and you immediately pull away, the smoke thick in your throat and you cough and wheeze, shaking your head. 

richie's laugh is deep and you want to hit him in the chest because he fucking knows, he knows what he's fucking doing to you. he takes the pipe back with a smirk, making you pout. "no, i wanna do it!" you whine.

"well girls who whine don't get what they want." richie says bluntly, giving you a sharp look that makes your heart stop.

 you gulp as color fills your cheeks. you know richie notices because he lifts a brow, smirk still plastered on his face. "sh-shut up." you mumble and richie just lifts a brow. you sigh. "please, rich?" you ask, trying to ask nicely and not sound as desperate for him as you are right now. he just laughs again, staring at you. "why don't i shotgun it to you first?" he asks. you tilt your head with a lifted brow, "what's that?"  

he shrugs, "i'll take the hit and keep it in my mouth and blow it towards you. then you can inhale it. it'll be easier on your lungs." he says casually. "okay, yeah. do that." you say, trying not to think about how close he'll to be.

you stare at him intently as he takes a hit and turns to you. he raises his eyebrows and you snap out of it, your hand falling forward as you lean towards him. 

he blows the smoke out slowly and you inhale it, the burning sensation at the back of your throat making you want to cough. you hold the smoke in your lungs for as long as you can until you do cough, sputtering into your elbow. richie pats your back, laughing to himself.

you’re embarrassed. “don't worry. that wasn't the most pathetic thing i've seen you do.” he says with another smirk and you just flush deeper. you glare at richie with angry, watery eyes. "fuck off, richie." you spit at him. 

you cave quickly though, wanting to try it another time, "can we do it again?" you ask. richie's smirking as he nods. you can't tell why he's grinning until you feel him sit back against the couch and he moves under your hand.

your hand is on his thigh. but it feels like it would be more awkward for you to remove your hand now as opposed to leaving it. now he's taking another hit and it's too late anyways, so you just leave your hand there.

this time as he leans toward you, you lean as well and his hand grabs your neck to steady you as he exhales into your mouth. "stay fucking still, idiot." he mumbles, smoke escaping his mouth. 

you roll your eyes but you swear you can almost feel his lips against yours, "you’re a fucking douchebag, richie." you say, but you itch to just close the gap. you could call it an accident... blame it on the smoke...

but your thoughts are cut off because richie's lips are clashing against yours. 

it's harsh and you kiss back immediately, exhaling through your nose and feeling it burn as the smoke leaves through your nostrils. your hands grasp at his shoulders to pull him closer and you feel his arm lean over, setting the pipe on the table before grabbing your waist and pulling you towards him harshly. his tongue licks into your mouth when you gasp, making you shiver.

you pull back slightly, and richie mutters a soft "fuck."

you can't help but snort, despite how insanely turned on you are. "yeah, fuck." you whisper, not pulling away. he looks into your eyes and you close the gap again, hands immediately flying to the buttons on his shirt. now that you have the chance, you're not gonna let it slip.

he's even more enthusiastic than you it seems, because he lifts your shirt off quickly and then shoves you down so you're laying vertical on the couch cushions. you moan as you fall back and his body chases yours, pinning you under him. his lips are immediately sucking on the flesh of your neck and you whimper, grinding your hips up against his.

he moans under your ear softly, and you can't help but ache for him at the noise. this was so wrong.

 "this is so wrong." you mutter and richie chuckles against your chest. he hums in agreement, his hands unclipping your bra. "d’you wanna stop, princess?" he asks, leaning his head up to stare at you as he thrusts his hips slowly against your heat and you mewl. 

"no." you say shortly, trying not to act too desperate. he chuckles, his fingers coming up to pull your bra all the way off and pinch your nipple between his thumb and finger.

he kisses you again, grinding against you harshly as your fingers tangle into his hair. your bare chests are pressed together and he smells like his body wash and aftershave and a little bit of weed and it's completely intoxicating. "can you just fuck me already?" you say, feeling like if something doesn't happen soon you might explode.

"if you want it so bad then beg." he says smugly, and you're so frustrated you want to scream. "fuck you, richie." you say instead, and the smile wipes from his face. 

he raises his eyebrows and steps away from you, standing up with a tsk. "you're always such a fucking brat." he says, jaw clenched. you just look at him, clenching your thighs together in seek of some sort of relief. he points to the ground in front of him, his shirt fully unbuttoned and hanging open. your eyes rake over his torso, but he snaps to get your attention.

“get on your knees. i want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.” he says sternly and you almost whimper, giving in and sliding off the couch, onto your knees. 

richie's standing in front of you and you gaze up at him, eyes wide as you wait for him. he palms himself before pulling his pants down and then his boxers. you gulp, eyes blown wide as you take in his size. he's fucking huge, and you're not sure if he'll even fit.

he chuckles, his hand wrapping around your jaw and sliding his thumb to open your mouth. "you're going to behave." he orders. you feel yourself getting wetter by the moment. 

you nod, desperate to taste him, your mouth opening and laying your tongue out flat. he chuckles, gripping the base of his cock and slowly easing himself into your mouth. you take him in as well as you can as he stretches out your mouth. he moans lowly, muttering, "there you go." under his breath.

your hands come up to his thighs to stabilize yourself as you start to bob your head. you feel him hit the back of your throat and gag, making him groan. his hand reaches up to squeeze one of your tits, thumbing your nipple and making you moan around his cock. "right there." he mutters, his other hand lacing into your hair and holding you against him. he thrusts gently into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. you moan, your eyes start tearing up as he fucks your mouth. he slows and you start to enthusiastically bob your head, loving how he’s moaning your name above you. 

suddenly, he pulls you all the way off. you cough, a string of spit coming off. he wipes it with his thumb, giving you a grin.

"c'mere, toots." he whispers and you stumble to your feet. he pulls you into a searing kiss and you feel his cock against your bare stomach, making you whine into the kiss with need. "are you gonna be good?" he mutters and you nod against his lips. "yes." you whisper desperately.

he smirks, pushing you back onto the couch and pulling off your shorts and panties. he presses a light kiss to your swollen clit, making you take in a sharp breath. 

he hums in disappointment, "no time to tase you, princess. maybe another time. i need you right now." he says and your stomach swirls at ‘another time.’

it feels so wrong, but you're so relieved that he wants to do this again.

 he pulls your legs apart and situates himself between them, teasing your slit with his tip. "you ready?" he mumbles, and you nod desperately. he leans over and kisses your hairline surprisingly softly. "i need to hear you say it." he mumbles. your heart skips so you speak up, "y-yes. please richie. please fuck me."

he smirks, easing himself into you slowly. your hands clench his shoulders tightly, your eyes squeezing shut. he bottoms out and you're panting, raking your nails down his bare back. you feel like you're floating and the only thing keeping you down on earth is richie. you mewl, kissing under his jaw as he starts pounding into you.

 he throws your legs over his shoulders and pushes himself into you again, making you gasp. he's so big and you barely have time to adjust as he's already pumping himself into you. "shit, y/n. so tight." he hisses, his hands grabbing your breasts and rolling your nipples. 

you let out a moan, eyes closing in pleasure as he fucks you into the couch.

"richie, rich..." you mutter his name like a prayer and he tucks your hair behind your ear as he kisses you heatedly. "you close already?" he mutters, "so desperate for me. you gonna cum on your step brother's cock?" he hums as he says it and you almost scream at the pleasure as he hits you in the perfect spot. you're just nodding, your hands raking down his back and lips tucked under your teeth. his hand drops down and he rubs figure 8's on your clit, kissing you right as you hit your peak.

you clench around him, making him toss his head back with a low groan. you ride out your high, watching him as he picks up his pace thrusting into you. you start to feel sensitive as he pulls his thumb off your clit and he grabs your breasts again, watching them as he fucks into you. you start to whimper at the feeling, the sensation overwhelming as he coos, wiping your tears as they pool in your eyes. "i'm close, fuck, y/n." he mutters.

after a few thrusts, he pulls out and starts pumping himself as he moans. you quickly sink down and grab his hands, halting him and he looks at you through hooded eyes until you sink your mouth onto him, your legs shaking and feeling weak."fuck, look at you, so desperate." he mutters, his hands pushing you down on his cock. you’re gagging around him and he thrusts his hips, tears streaming down your cheeks. it’s so hot that you start to sputter around him and gag as he thrusts up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and hearing him groan your name.

he's holding your head down against him as he cums in your mouth.  you swirl your tongue on his tip, swallowing around him as you lap up the rest of his cum.

gasping as you pull off of him, he wipes your lips to clean the spit and cum off. your chest is heaving, your body weak, and you have to suck in your breaths.

 richie's hand comes up to your face, rubbing it and kissing your tears away gently. "you did so amazing, y/n. that was the hottest thing i've ever seen." he mumbles, staring at you. you can't help but smirk bashfully, your eyes catching the pipe, half of the bowl still good.

"hey... d'you want to.. finish that?" you ask, your voice broken and fucked out as you settle next to richie, gesturing to the pipe. he laughs, rubbing your arm and grabbing the lighter. "fuck yeah, i do."

#richie tozier smut #richie tozier x reader #losers x reader #losers club x reader #bill denbrough smut #stanley uris smut #bill denbrough x reader #eddie kaspbrak smut #eddie kaspbrak x reader #stanley uris x reader #my writing

[danswank]

hiiiii 💫 content creator appreciation!! list five favourite sets you've made and send this ask to five other content creators!

hi melia my love 💖💖

number one has to be alex and his dance moves for purely selfish reasons also this was just like a culmination of running @atlontour and it felt appropriate like if anyone was going to make it it was me.

number two is just my other favorite alex which is soft bf alex and i literally went through years of archived content for this one bc i am legitimately insane.

number three i’m combining goat and horse content because…….. listen i am me and i make gif sets only for me and hence why my top three are just content i wanted to make for me.

to throw it back to 5sos land i love this little lashton set bc it was one of the first i made for that fandom and i just think these four moments go perfectly together and also i made it for meg @kaleidoscopeminds who i love sm (and also asked for lashton once upon a time not cake can you believe)

for my last bullet i’m putting in three runner ups sry but this is my 5sos series of “things i made for personal interest” and it is: ashton and his unbuttoned shirt, luke and petunia, and ashton and kaykay (rip)

#‘choose five’ #*chooses eight* #sry i’ve made a lot of gifs lmao #ask #melia

[themostawesomehuman]

Malec + "Are you insane?", "Do you really want me to answer that?" (Sorry I don't have the emoji)

Sry this took so long! Hope u enjoy! 💕🥺

If there’s any mistakes plz let me know!

Tagging: @raccoon-dog-from-mercury @idontgetit-whydoihavetosaymyname @lily-chen-deserves-better @cecilyfightwood @churchthecatismyspiritanimal @fieryfantasybooklover @matthewfaichild @magnus-the-fabulous-entp-bane @fairchild-squad @fairchild-blackthorn @zafirafox4636 @bridgestocksariadne @mitsuhamiyamizi @truth-lies-hidden @morgnstern @hands-dripping-ink @brotherlipsmackariahs @simon-lewis-is-a-skinny-legend @thanatosangels @punknihilist @purplebass @insane---chaos

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“Alexander…” Magnus rested his head on Alec’s shoulder, while looking up at his husband adoringly silently begging for forgiveness.

“No,” Alec shot back, “don’t you ‘Alexander’ me”. Alec was still not looking at him but he could feel Alec’s shoulders relaxed a little underneath. “What were you thinking? ARE YOU INSANE?” Alec demanded, his blue eyes were almost a grayish color, no long the usual electric blue, but the color of sky before it rains, Magnus knew that the grayish shade of his eyes meant Alec was worried.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” Magnus asked playfully, waiting for Alec to crack up, but after a long pause to Magnus’ surprise the smile never came. Alec was staring at Magnus with disbelief, shaking his head, at that moment he knew he was in some deep trouble.

Alec’s POV

“You could have gotten hurt! Then what? Are you supposed to heal yourself? I don’t think so. You should have taken me with you or Lily or Jace or just somebody!” Alec scolded, his eyes were glossy. The words felt so heavy and he could feel Magnus’ eyes on him but it didn’t matter. “Literally anybody, Magnus!” By the time he finished he found himself panting like he had been running a marathon. He wasn’t used to yelling and wasn’t really planning to do it ever again. At that moment he didn’t know what to do, if he had been just a few seconds late, he had no idea what would have happened to Magnus. Magnus could have been injured or worse, dead. Alec was angry, heat radiated off his skin like he was on fire, he was so angry he couldn’t see straight, his head was spinning.

A few seconds later, he felt Magnus’ strong arms around him, pulling him close. So close he was resting against his chest, his chin rested on Magnus’ shoulder, feeling Magnus’ heartbeat underneath the thin fabrics separating them. A sense of relief slowly took over, melting all the anger and worries away.

“I’m alright, Alexander. See?” Magnus guided Alec’s hand to his heart”, still beating,” which Alec only nodded and buried his face on Magnus’s bare skin, kissing it gently.

“Don’t ever do that again” he muttered as Magnus chuckled lightly, kissing him while doing so.

After they broke off the kiss, Alec turned to whisper in Magnus’ ear in a husky voice, “don’t think I’ll just let it slide, Magnus.” The anger and annoyance gone from his voice, replaced with

“Oh dammit” Magnus muttered, the corners of his mouth turned up into a grin.

#m’s celebration #shadowhunters #cassandra clare #tsc characters #malec fic #magnus bane #alec lightwood #the mortal instruments #the shadowhunter chronicles #m’s writing

[more-fandoms-than-braincells]

Here’s a merlin au that doesn’t kill my happiness like the actual show did

aka what we could have had 

ok ok so it starts out basically the same but in the episode where merlin thinks morgana finds out about his magic (when she actually finds out he likes gwen or smth it’s been a while) she actually does find out about his magic

so then when she starts having visions and shit she goes and talks to merlin who then helps her nuture and control her powers

they meet up a lot and do things like help hide sorcery and talk shit about uther and make fun of arthur

also to reassure her she is not bad because she has magic/what’s bad is the bias against it

arthur thinks they are fucking or some shit and he starts to get like insanely jealous

gwen notices and she talks to him and asks why he’s been acting so weird and shes just like “you like him dumbass” because like me, arthur is an emotionally repressed bisexual who has no idea what tf to do with his feelings

so anyway arthur somehow pulls his head out of his ass and asks merlin out

this is like after merlin kills nimueh i guess (i can’t spell sry)

clothes are off before the second date

kilgarrah is like the shipper vodka aunt 

merlin and morgana finally agree they have to tell arthur

gwen already knows because she’s gwen and amazing and I love her so much

arthur is like really suprised and a little hurt so he kinda has some alone time to mull things over for a week or two

merlin talks to him and makes some butterflies and shows him that not all magic isn’t bad

arthur realizes that he is head over fucking heels in love with his boyfriend who has so much power and makes butterflies of all things

they still have uther to deal with because there is not a single moment in this show where he is not a problem and it’s not like he would approve of them (the fact that merlin is a servant, two guys means no heirs, and he’s just a fucking asshole) 

so they decide not to tell him about like anything

gwen and lancelot get married- because let’s be real people- gwen wanted him (jk jk plz don’t come at me)

i’ll get back to that in a minute I’m trying to remember what happened in canon

oh yeah so morgause does her thing but this time morgana doesn’t follow her so i guess morgause dies

but not before she kills uther (hurrah!)

so uther is dead and as much of a dick he was he was still arthur’s father

arthur realizes he doesn’t want the throne and decides to follow his dreams and move away to a farm with merlin

💖 they get married💖  

he names guinevere and morgana corulers of camelot

with that choice arthur actually fufills the fucking prophecy and unites albion with magic or whatever tf it was

The end

#merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #arthur and merlin #morgana #gwen #guinevere #arthur pendragon #no love for uther #uther pendragon #morgana pendragon #kilgarrah #lancelot and guinevere #tw swearing

[jtrbluv]

tag game !

tagged by the lovely linh @latetaektalk ,, thank u soso much! this was so fun omg

tagging: @allurain @koushiningg @dreamystuffers @jinpanman @dulce-pjm @suhdays @pjmsdior @bangtans-peaceful-piegon @sugacouture

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

um i didn't rly write for any fandoms when i was younger, but i knew my 12yo self was probably conjuring harry potter headcanons in my head D:

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

for now, and for a long time, i've been writing for bts. i've like always been a multi from the moment i got into kpop but i've never actually fleshed out any of the wips i had for any other groups LMFAO. honorable mentions are got7, skz, haikyuu yup

3. how long have you been writing?

a longggg time, i think. i enjoyed writing fiction as a kid a lot. most of it would be like off-brand spy kids/harry potter/hunger games type beat stuff. and it was awful. but i was literally like 9 so cut me some slackLKSDFJSLKDjf

4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

primarily tumblr and i only recently made an ao3 acc. the only fic i have on there is a tae drabble that's already posted on here LOL. i think it's 'resolutely, yours.' but i don't even remember bye. i remember i drafted drivers license on there but i literally forgot to post it so it's probably gone HAHA.

5. what is your favourite genre to write?

e2l even though i have no e2l fics on this blog i think

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

i used to never plan my fics, like at all. but then i was so unsatisfied with the flow of things and like idk lack of clarity. drivers license was the first time i actually sat down and planned out an entire fic as i was writing it. it rly does make things easier when u have an idea of what u want. and then just having the idea can help you possibly expand on it and get even better ideas off of it. the events of drivers license and the order it was all written in changed like 20394803 times. but yeah, does that make sense... LMFAO

7. one shot or multi-chapter?

one shots because i can never fucking get myself to finish a series. i love reading them tho

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

no clue. i love long stories and slow burn tho, it's just so satisfying and $wag when it's well-written and the characters are well-written too.

9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?

the fic i'm about to post is nearing 20k, and it might even surpass that which will end up being the longest story on this blog. insane! drivers license is around 10k i think, and then if u combine the wnrs couple's fics it's like 15k? im too lazy to look tbh SRy

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

oh drivers license for sure! i don't think i've ever immersed myself and put so much effort into a story before. it was truly an amazing experience, and i just know that i'll probably never be able to write anything like that fic ever again. it's rly one of a kind for me.

11. favourite request you've have written and why (if any?)

most of the requests i had on this blog got taken down bc they were so bad. i'm not sure if the yoongi superhero!au is still up on here, but i'd choose that one since i really had to branch out of my writing style for it. regardless of it being like barely 2k.

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

miscommunication, so much banter, i used to see this a lot but i would take it out but... head bonking ??LSKDFJHAHA, my side characters being dumbasses and then my main characters being even bigger dumbasses (oc probably being the biggest dumbass)

13. current number of wips?

during the course of writing the current fic i plan on posting this week, i created like 5 wips and they all hit 5k, and then i straight up abandoned them. and then the endless idea bank google doc. so if i count the wips i for sure want to finish by like this year or summer... like 3 or 4.

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?

i feel like i repeat stuff a lot throughout all my stories LOL,, it irks me so bad. i think i relate to all my ocs in at least one way or another.

15. a quote you like from a published story

alrighty this is a lil snippet from 'drivers license':

this is from the second letter oc wrote to jk:

"The same delusional daydreamer hopes that one day we can talk and laugh like old pals. Like nothing ever changed between us. I hope you achieve your dreams that you always thought seem too far-fetched, yet in the back of my mind I always knew you could easily grasp. I hope someday you can live a life of lesser worries and insecurities, because you rarely had any to start off with. I always hoped the world for you, because you deserve it. And despite everything, I still believe you do."

this paragraph seems pretty simple but i think it did the best job of like describing oc's emotions and realization of things,, its kinda cliche tew yas love that

16. a quote from an unpublished story

alr this is from the e2l jimin series that is going to take me forever to write bc the outline for it is SO LONG

“Would it kill you to at least show up with a shirt on?“ You sneer, patting your forehead with the back of your hand due to the sweltering sun. The event hasn’t even started yet and you can already feel your hair sticking to the back of your neck.

Crossing his arms, he scoffs, his biceps bulging out as his arms bend. Not like you were staring at them. “Sorry couldn’t hear you, too busy boosting the school’s morale.”

17. space for you to say something to your readers

i feel like i don't show enough appreciation to my readers and mutual on this blog. i have met so many lovely people and have gotten so much support, i hope u all know that it does NOT go unnoticed. i always tend to go back and reread all the comments and asks that i get on my stories bc it rly does make my heart soar. it makes my day!!! thank u all for sticking with me thru all my 3am shitposts and inconsistent writing schedule LOL,, you all have my whole heart and some more <3

#tag game

[bella-spil]

Halloween

Summary: you and the avengers spend Halloween together.

Characters: Y/N (your name), Bucky, Loki, Thor, Tony, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Clint, Vision, Wanda, Peter, Shuri.

Warnings: cursing, tbh thats it.  VINE REFERENCES

Word Count: 2.4

A/N: hi.. I’m sry I haven’t written in a while.  School has been killing my creativity.  This is gonna be more of a miniseries, more like 2-3 parts.  It’s prob not gonna get much attention, but if you like it, just comment or re blog bc it helps my confidence with posting stuff on here.  This is also inspired by a meme I saw (Ill post it at the bottom of the story) and a video with Anthony Mackie and Chris Evans (link) Masterlist is here

Tag List: @sea040561 @wednesday-add-em @kmuir1 (lmk if you wanna join)

Halloween was a week away.  Tony being Tony, already paid for the decorations for the tower, so basically all of the floors look like a haunted house.  Rolls of toilet paper stretched across arches in the hallways, tiny spiders were all over furniture, bones and eyes and zombies and witches and everything in between that you could possibly think of was in the tower.  The tower looked like a zombie on steroids; creepy yet entertaining at the same time.  

Everyone was fine with the decorations, but the costumes were a big issue.  Steve and Tony kept arguing over the ideas, both of them wanting to do group costumes.  Everyone else had their ideas too, but Tony and Steve were at each other's throats for the past couple weeks, since like August.  Your room in the tower was right by the meeting office, so hearing the two of them screaming at each other for the most stupid shit was driving you insane.  Once it got to the point where you had to yell at them to shut up.  

This morning, a week before Halloween, while everyone was there, you cleared your throat while you heard Steve and Tony bickering.

“Guys this is getting to be too much.  We need to have a meeting to discuss these fucken costumes.” you said.

“Yeah this is getting out of control,” Nat agreed.

“Guys, cmon, you have to agree with me.  All of us having Iron Man suits would be awesome.  We could fly around the city all night and have so much fun!” Tony said.

“Tony, stop.  All of us being soldiers is better.”  Steve countered.

“STOP!” Clint groaned.  “You guys are insane.  We need to discuss this as a group.”

Tony and Steve sat across from each other, glaring at each other.  Death was looming between them.  

“Fine,” Tony sighed.  “When and where?”

“The office, 2pm,” Nat said.  “And everyone has to show up, that means you too Bucky.”

Bucky groaned from the other side of the room.  He hated group discussions, he liked working alone better.  Said that it was faster to be alone and you didn’t have to worry as much.

~~~

2pm finally rolled by.  Everyone has showed up in the big office, one that seemed a little too big.  Everyone was tired of the bickering and had showed up, thankfully.  

Tony, Steve, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Bucky, Sam, Peter P, Shuri, Wanda, Vision, Loki and you were crowded around the table.  Tony was standing at the end with a whiteboard, prepared to write down ideas.

“So guys, what do you want to do?” Tony said.

“What about we dress up as famous Star Wars characters?” Sam suggested.

“Nah, Steve isn’t going to know who Yoda is.  That’s a must if we do Star Wars.” Tony said.

“Devils and Angels?” Wanda said.

“Not original,” Steve said.

“What about we just wear each other’s costumes?” Thor suggested.

“You really think you are gonna wear my wings?” Sam said, a hint of annoyance in his voice that made you and Bucky snicker.

“I don’t think any of you guys want to wear a leather catsuit,” Nat said.

“We could dress up as famous vines,” Shuri offered, smirking at you and Peter.  

The three of you quoted vines daily and the rest of the team never knew what you guys meant, which made it even more fun.  Eventually, Sam, Bucky and Clint started learning vines with you because they kept saying things which you guys followed up with vine references.  The frustration got to the three men and they started to learn with you, but they weren’t nearly as attentive as you, Shuri and Peter.

“What’s a vine?” Steve asked.

“Vine was a website created in 2012, officially released in 2013.  It was ultimately shut down in 2016.  Vine was a website where users would create short videos an-” Vision said.

“Vis, I don’t think they want a whole essay,” Wanda said, seeing the reactions of the other Avengers.  Sam had started to fake snore, Loki was muttering something to Peter about knifes, and Shuri was about to watch vines, from what you could tell.  

“It’s this app filled with people saying and doing stupid things for attention,” Nat sighed.

“IT IS NOT STUPID!  VINE WAS LEGENDARY!!”  Shuri shouted.

“YOU WOULD DO THINGS FOR THE VINE, YOU UNCULTURED SWINE!!” you shrieked.

“EDUCATE YO SELF!” Clint shouted, right in Natasha’s ear.  Doing that earned him a hard punch in the back of the head.

“Well I don’t have all day so we need something,” Tony groaned, hitting his expo marker against the whiteboard.

You and everyone else was trying to come up with ideas when all the sudden, quiet Peter Parker, who was pretty much the baby of the tower, spoke up.

“Mr. Frost Giant, God sir?” Peter asked.

“Loki,” Loki sighed, pleasantly shocked.

“So, you have ice powers right?” Peter continued.

“Yes, I am an ice giant,” Loki said.

“You should be Elsa for Halloween,” Peter gasped.

Then, out of nowhere, Clint jumped up, looking like he had 5 monster energy drinks and 10 packs of warheads.

“I’LL BE MERIDA!!!” he screamed.

“I must assume that I am going to portray Elsa then,” Thor said, with a smile on his face.

“So...we are doing Disney princesses?” Tony asked, slightly confused.

“Looks like it,” Bucky said.

“Who the fuck am I gonna be?” Shuri asked.

“Language.” Steve said.

You and Shuri looked at each other for a moment and with a slight nod of your head, you were both in a song.

“FUCK SHIT PUSSY ASS!!!” you and Shuri sang.

“MOTHERFUC-” Peter started to continue, but Tony just slapped his hand over Peter’s mouth.  Tony swore that Peter wasn’t like a son to him, but this didn’t help his situation.

Steve was turning ad red as a tomato in his seat, not being able to process all the dirty words that escaped yours and Shuri’s mouths.

“Ok, who are all the Disney Princesses?” Tony asked, frustration in his voice as he looked down at Peter.  Tony gave him a look, one that said “Stop this shit or you get your suit taken away for two weeks” and once Peter nodded his head slightly, Tony removed his hand.

Vision started to list a bunch of them off, even some of the ones that aren’t considered princesses, like Megara, Alice and Jane.  Once Tony had a list of all the princesses, he started to write of all the avengers, making lines to match them up with their character.  

“Ok, who wants to find their Disney princess counterpart first?” Tony asked.

“Me, I already asked before,” Shuri said rolling her eyes.

“Well I mean you already are a princess.” you said.

“Oh,” Shuri said. “I don’t have to dress up then.  Haha.  You can cross my name off, Tony.”

Tony sighed and rolled his eyes, while taking her name off.

“Next?” he sighed.

“What about me?” Steve asked.

“Oh this is gonna be interesting.” Sam grinned.

“Snow White.” Bucky said, without even hesitating.

“Wait why?” you asked.

“Ohhhhh, I think I see why,” Wanda smirked.

“Continue Barnes,” Natasha said.

“First of all, Snow White was the very first princess to come out.  She came out in the thirties or forties.  She’s the oldest.  Steve was the first avenger and he is the oldest.”  Bucky said.

“Bucky, you are a couple months older than me.” Steve countered.

“Second,” Bucky continued, ignoring his friend completely.  “She is like the most gullible and is surrounded by followers.  Snow White was like living with seven dwarfs.  And she was underage and just lived with them. Steve here, was the leader of the Howling Commandos.  And I was in that group, so I had to endure him and his stupid ass decisions, but I couldn’t elect to ignore it.”

“That’s offensive,” Steve said.

“That's the point,” Bucky said.  

“Ok so Steve is Snow White.”  Tony declared, making a line between Snow White and Steve on the whiteboard.  “NEXTT!”

“Me,” said the super secret Russian spy.

“Hmm..” you thought.

“Megara,” said Clint.

“Oh that's a good one,” Sam agreed.

“Who is Megara?” Steve asked.

“She is an attractive Greek lady that Hercules, the son of Zeus, who is the King of the Greek Gods, falls in love with.” Thor explained.

“Thor, how do you of all people know that?” Shuri asked.  “Shouldn’t Vision know all of these things?”

“M’lady, I am formally educated in Disney movies by the request of Peter Parker, also known as ‘The One and Only Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman’.” Thor explained.

“Kid, you make Thor, the God of Thunder, sit through Sleeping Beauty?” Tony asked, shocked.

“My dear man of Iron, Sleeping beauty was quite relaxing.  That Prince Philip, that amazing man, demonstrated quite intellectually advanced ways to use a sword.  Ways that I can use Storm-breaker effectively in battle.” Thor smiled.

Tony and Sam shared a look of disgust with a combination of interest and concern.

“Thor, I don’t think you can learn fighting tactics from a cart-” Vision started.

“I need to watch the movies again,” Clint and Bucky muttered under their breaths.

“No she should be Mulan,” Wanda said.  “Mulan is determined and strong.  Megara just messed with the God of Death.”

“I mess with death all the time,” Natasha countered.

“I should be Megara.” Bucky stated.

“Because you almost died?” Steve asked.

“Because your soul is dark and empty?” Sam asked.

“Yes and no.  My hair is long, not as long as her’s but I can make it work.  Hair extensions.  She plays with Hercules’ emotions.  She is also strong and independent.  Like me.” Bucky explained.

“That settles it.  Bucky is Megara and Natasha is Mulan.”  Tony said, making lines between the two avengers and their princesses.  

“nEXXttT!” Tony shouted.

“Me me me!” Wanda said happily.

“Yes Mr. Stark I would like to go as well.” Vision added.

“Wanda would make the perfect Moana.” Thor said.  “Moana and Wanda both demonstrate very strong emotions, which affect their abilities regarding their powers and limits and they care deeply about the people that mean the most to them.”

He nudged Loki in the shoulder to try to get him more involved in the meeting.  Loki was just throwing his knives up in the air, and Peter was getting very interested, and getting dangerously close to the God of Mischief.  Tony was eyeing the two of them very, very carefully.

“Yeah, yeah sure,” Loki sighed, just going along with Thor or the sake of it.

“Who would Vision be then?” Sam asked.

“He could be the dead grandma,” Clint suggested.

“Yeah, that one that turned into the manta ray.” Nat agreed.

“It’s settled.  Moana and Dead Grandma Ray.” Tony said, making the lines once again.  He had to add “dead grandma” to the board for Vision’s sake.

“NeXXXXXtttT!!” he shrieked.

“Tony, you should be Belle,” Natasha said.

“Yeah.  I mean, they both fall in love and save the people that mean the most to them, even if it means putting their own life at risk.” Steve agreed.

“And they are both really smart.” Peter added.

“Peter, you just had to say that and I would have been on board.  Now I had to listen to Steve and Natasha for a minute.” Tony groaned as he drew a line between his name and Belle’s.

“Thanks Tony,” Steve said sarcastically.

“Your welcome, Capsicle.” Tony gleamed back.

“Sam should be Cinderella.” Bucky said.

“OMG that works!!” Shuri exclaimed.

“Yeah..” Sam realized.  “I’m Cinderella ‘cause she broke, homie.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, smiling from ear to ear, looking back at Sam.

“She represent me, yooo,” Sam said.  Then he looked over at Steve and said, “Lemme borrow twenty dollas.”

By this point, Steve couldn’t hold in the laughter and almost fell out of his chair.  And Sam, being as he called it “Steve’s best friend, better than Bucky,” saved Steve from collapsing on to the floor.

“Steve is the cinder princess.  Deal with it.” Tony declared, adding another line.

“NeeXXttTTT!” Tony screamed.

“Now, all that’s left is Peter and Y/N,” Wanda said, eyeing you two.

“Peter should be Rapunzel.  Before they face the real world, they are both innocent, but then when they see what the world is really like, it changes them.” Thor said, analyzing the similarities between the princess and the superhero.

“Jesus Christ, why is Point break actually really on point?” Tony asked.

“My dear Stalk of corn, I am educated like I told you earlier.  Insect man has really helped me tap into my inner child and all of the pain my demon brother made me endure.” Thor said.

“Spiderman,” Peter mumbled.

“I take that as a complement.” Loki stated, out of the blue.

“Rapunzel is Parker.” Tony declared.

“Last but not least, Y/N.” Steve said.

Now, it took everyone a while to come up with a princess for you.  You didn’t fit the exact mold or looks of a certain princess, so it was definitely harder.

“What about Alice?” Sam said/

“Why the fuck would she be Alice?” Bucky asked.

“Because Alice in Wonderland is supposed to portray the effects of drugs.” Sam explained.

“So your saying that I act like a drug addict?” you asked.

“NO!” Sam shouted.

“Sam, drop it before you dig your own grave.” Steve said.

“What about Jasmine?” offered Wanda.  “You have a very free spirit like her, and she’s your favorite princess.”

“Yeah sure, that sounds fine.” you agreed.

“Y/N is Jasmine!  dOOONNEe!” Tony shouted with relief.

“WAIT I CHANGED MY MIND!” Shuri shrieked.  “I WANNA BE A PRINCESS.  I WANNA BE TIANA SHE IS AN ABSOLUTE BADASS!”

“FINE!” Tony shouted back.  “NOW WE ARE DONE.  EVERYONE HAPPY?”

Everyone in the room, not wanting to disagree with a hot-headed Tony, looked around at each other and slowly nodded their heads.

“Great!” Tony smiled, a complete change in moods.  “Tomorrow we are going to Party City to get our costumes.  Everyone in this room has to come so we can get the wigs and dresses and makeup.  No skipping out.  That includes you Clint, Bucky and Loki.”

The three men who were called out rolled their heads and sighed.  But they agreed to go.  To Tony’s happiness.

“Great.  Meeting finished.  Pepper wants me for something.  Probably for the party.  Nobody try to call me or you will be met with an ear rape of AC/DC.” Tony said, putting on his glasses and promptly leaving the room in Stark fashion.  Everyone eventually left the room, you being lost in your thoughts.  

“You coming, doll?” Bucky asked, seeing you were still sitting in the room.

“Ya, I’ll be out in a second.” you said.  

“Alright, you, me and Clint are doing a Disney marathon for fighting tactics.  Don’t be late or you because we are gonna eat all the food.  I don’t wanna hear you complain.” Bucky said, walking out the door with a lazy drag of his legs.

Now, relief filled your body.  Now you wouldn’t have to hear arguing about costumes!  And they actually agreed to costumes, shockingly.  Now you just couldn’t wait to go to Party City and endure all the chaos.  And then, you left the room to watch Disney movies again, for fighting tactics.  

Oh, the chaos that awaits.  

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