#these fuckers spoiled me so much now i want nothing else

[tardis--dreams]

Really hard to watch dramas that aren't beyond evil or the devil judge

#seriously #these fuckers spoiled me so much now i want nothing else #my liberation notes #was great too though. i still find it very hard to watch anything new though #i started vincenzo for the 3rd time now hoping it would grow on me #but i want the seriousness and 'heaviness' of whatever tdj be and mln had #yeah okay maybe i just want depression #vincenzo is too over the top compared to the others for me rn. I'm sure I'd enjoy it if i didn't have the comparison #i keep going back to rewatch tdj because i miss the atmosphere and the darkness (and the queerness lmao) #someone please give me a show that is Just like be or tdj #also wouldn't mind something like move to heaven or my liberation notes again #but it's so haaard to start anything new #i know it usually takes me 2 episodes to actually get into a show #but i can't get myself to watch even one #(i could just do some work instead of complaining about how i can't find anything to watch but that's just not happening) #shut up amy #beyond evil #the devil judge

[veliseraptor]

hard and soft vegaspete headcanons please! i am utterly in love with your brain <3

aw, thank you, anon! right now me and my brain are on a friendship time out until it starts behaving itself again but I will pass that on anyway.

hard headcanon: For the first several months post-canon Vegas is absolutely terrified of doing something wrong. In general, absolutely, but one place this manifests is sex, where Vegas is torn between being absolutely ravenous and treating Pete like glass because he's not sure what the rules are and god forbid they talk about it. (They don't. Vegas knows they should, certainly, he understands that about BDSM procedure, but is he going to open that conversation? no. And Pete certainly won't.)

Now Pete, on the other hand, is losing his mind because after years of I think a largely lackluster sex life suddenly it feels like he is turned on all the time and by nothing and here Vegas is being all weird and tentative about it and it's driving Pete insane. And of course Vegas slips at some point and gets a little rougher and Pete is like "YES FINALLY" and then Vegas probably has a full-on panic attack and that kind of ruins the mood.

Pete is trying to be sympathetic, he really is, but it's hard when on the one hand he's like "come on, just stop thinking so much and move right along past all your troubles without looking at them like I do, it works for me" (it doesn't) and also like "you did this to me, fucker, are you going to do something about it or not?"

When things do eventually give and they start working it out it is kind of the worst, though. They're so unbearably all over each other. Things get weirdly sexually charged even if there are other people around, and it's not an exhibition thing, they just kind of forget about other people being there. Macau is suffering.

soft headcanon: I think Vegas loves giving Pete gifts. Particularly extravagant gifts. Pete will casually mention an interest in/wanting something and the next day it will be delivered to him with bows on by a Vegas who is, perhaps, ever so slightly desperate for approval. But it's also just about enjoying spoiling him a little! From Vegas's perspective he's very "poor Pete, he's never had anything for himself and he's never had disposable income to spend on whatever he wants so now I'm going to fix that!!!" and it's not like money is an object. Or at least he's not used to it being.

Frankly this makes Pete really uncomfortable. Ostentatious extravagance makes him feel funny! Conspicuous displays of wealth makes him feel weird and out of place and also vaguely anxious! He doesn't know what to do with this and also he's never had this much stuff in his life, where's he supposed to put it, some of this isn't even useful (which, I think Pete is deeply tied to thinking of things for himself in terms of utility) but he can't get rid of it because Vegas's feelings will be hurt.

Vegas does pick up on this eventually but his solution is less to change his strategy and more to adjust so that his extravagant gifts are less obviously extravagant. That kind of expensive that doesn't look expensive. Pete doesn't have to know how much that thing cost.

Vegas is just very much here like "nobody else has been spoiling Pete and someone's gotta do it" and Pete's like "no, nobody has to do that actually" and Vegas just ignores that completely.

Oh yes, also the cat, who Vegas sometimes calls "baby" in exactly the same way he talks to Pete.

#conversating #anonymous #vegaspete #aggressively headcanons #lise memes #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #kinnporsche

[parkkrys]

We really need more jealous Lucerys.

But like, instead of grabbing a knife and claiming what's his, Lucerys instead gets self destructive. He starts doubting himself and starts comparing himself to the other woman and gets himself so worked up he will cry.

(as much as I love jealous Lucerys with a knife, I see him doing this more then grabbing a knife)

Like there is a feast and Lucerys is sitting beside his mother, seething as he watches Aemond laughs with a woman on the floor.

His hands balls into fists as anger settles in his belly until he can't take it anymore so he stands up and marches over towards where Aemond is.

Now he knows he can't move Aemond unless Aemond allows him to, and it only proceeds to make him more upset as Lucerys drags Aemond out of the room and into a small space where they wouldn't be seen.

"What are you doing?" Lucerys demands and Aemond only smirks at him, the fucker probably enjoying his torment on lil Luce.

"I was having a nice conversation until I was dragged here."

"You are playing games is what you're doing Aemond."

"Jealous are we?" Aemond asks and Lucerys only glares.

"Now why would I be jealous?"

"I mean you did drag me away from her and here where no one can see us, away from a party where your mother watched you drag me away."

Lucerys doesn't say anything, instead he glares before he huffs in annoyance. Aemond wasn't his to claim, yes they may be dancing around each other and the idea of someone else taking his Uncle's attention makes him want to lock himself in his room or stab something.

Why would his Uncle want someone as pathetic as him? Lucerys doesn't like swords or knives after what happened in their childhood, he can't flutter his eyelashes and gets what he wants, he isn't confident on himself.

He was useless. Coddled and spoiled. He had nothing going for him.

"Whatever, go back to her, I don't care."

Aemond pins him, pushing in close as he doesn't allow Lucerys to leave.

"But you do care or else we wouldn't be here would we?"

Aemond is right, Lucerys does care and that night Aemond doesn't go back to the dance. He instead stays with Lucerys and claims him as his. He wipes away the tears that Lucerys cries and holds him close.

#lucemond #aemond x lucerys #jealous lucerys #we need more of that #house of the dragon

[kingess]

I love your blog so much !! I aspire to be this powerful 🥹❤️ But i was super nervous to ask you a question, so i do hope i get a response that will give me some useful insight 🫶🏽

I’ve been reading your guide on how to get men to be obsessed with you …but what if the guy is very nonchalant and laid back? Will it still work? I am very heavily into the LOA but i do believe putting in the work as well.

SO my new boyfriend is a very minimal effort guy and he is generally very laid back. And i’ve been trying to use your tactics to manipulate him and challenge myself to get a guy to go against what he’s used to. I’ve altered my thoughts and personality to fit his nonchalantness so i don’t go crazy. But I want HIM to do the opposite so he can just be on my frequency, if that makes sense. I want HIM to change his personality and spoil me and be romantic etc so i don’t have to act like i don’t give a fuck like him.

I really hope you can give me tangible steps on how to really get this guy obsessed and out of his element. (I would like to add that as dumb as this may sound, i have my reasons for wanting this outcome. I did make the mistake of sleeping with him already before i had standards 😭 and now i just really want to manifest and put in the work to get him to show up the way I want. Because i hate feeling like i gave it up for nothing. I also do want and see a future with him…)

Thank you so much in advance & i’m sorry it’s so long but hopefully this will help someone else out there as well

My answer to this would be what the hell are you even doing??? He likely shows no effort because he didn't have to, he already got the most valuable things and knows you require no pursuing. And after seeing all of this you say you see a future with him???? It seems you see a future with him because you are neurochemically addicted to chase his approval of your worth and your ego has hard time accepting you got used, and now you're not cared for. Baby! Why are you not angry??? You do not need to manipulate men who are worth having in your life as real connections, they will chase and make sure to catch and keep you interested in them. AND be nowhere near nonchalant about it.

There's only 2 options to why a male acts "nonchalant", he's either just not that into you and you're a place holder which will be a huge job to manipulate a shift in after this point, or he has a dismissive avoidant attachment style. And those fuckers are the worst kind of all males you could ever try to tackle this with. At the end of the day emotionally unavailable males should never be anyone's long term option UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. LOA is great, but you need hard-core psychological tools if you really want to waste your time on him.

Attachment styles develop early in life and often remain stable over time.

Every case is a custom job. The best thing you can do is profile him accurately and then taylor a plan to activate his wounds so that you can become the savior when you make it all feel better again. I can make a detailed post about how to manipulate each attachment style to your benefit. But my advice is that if it's not for a vital reason, throw the whole dude away. Where are your standards now girl, you said you found some but I see none??? Whatever you do just do not work for him without a good reason. Go cold and dump him in a way that makes him feel as worthless as he is.

#dark femininity #dark psychology #level up #femme fatale #manipulate men #female manipulator #hypergamy #GET YOUR POWER BACK #coqette #high value mindset #high value woman #gaslighting #girlboss #high class heaux #attachment styles

[mawofthemagnetar]

Hi, is there any advice you could give to beginner writers? Your works really inspired me as a writer for whom English isn't a first language and i wanted to say thank you so much for that, even if it wasn't intentional. I wanted to try writing something a bit more serious than short fanfiction and i figured you'd be the best person to ask about that. Sorry if it's a bit too weird ^^"

Anon, I'm truly and deeply flattered, and thank you so, so much for letting me know this. This isn't weird at all, and don't apologize for asking!

As for your question, uh...

So, the thing is, I've never, ever taken any sort of formal training for writing or English. I did okay in school, but as far as writing goes, I'm entirely self-taught.

The most basic piece of advice I can give is: For the love of god, use your enter key to break up paragraphs and make sure everything is roughly grammatically correct. That's the single biggest thing to keep in mind.

Aside from that, here are the only real pieces of advice I have:

Write for yourself.

And write the specific content you want to read.

I know that's easy to say, but the thing is, it's incredibly easy for fic you think is killer to get ignored, and at the end of the day you need to be your own target audience. If you ONLY write for numbers or comments or reaction, you're going to go insane and want to quit. Now that's not saying that feedback isn't important- it's critical, and it's a huge help. But having a story you really, REALLY want to see to completion is such a powerful motivator, at least for me. It's the only way you'll have enough steam to keep going for longer works. So, when I walked into the Hermitcraft fandom, I looked around, saw that nobody else was giving Keralis the nightmare monster treatment he deserved, and dove in with both feet.

Another thing:

KILL SECRET RULES.

Full send. Every time. Write something and full send it, slap that shit on Ao3. Obviously edit and spellcheck, but don't get bogged down in "is this good enough". No, it's not perfect. Because nothing created by human hands is EVER perfect. If you agonize over every line you'll hate yourself. So when you have something roughed out, give it a day to rest, give it a polish, and then drop it like a lead potato. It's fanfiction. We're not getting paid. It's for fun!

So who cares if the fic is short? Who cares if the fic is weird? Who cares if it's something odd or strange or whatever? Don't give yourself minimums and requirements and regulations. Let the words do what they will.

Both of these things tie into my biggest single tip, which is:

START WRITING AND DON'T GIVE UP.

The thing is, fanfic is a fantastic way to sharpen your skills. There's an old anecdote about two classes of university students in a pottery class, and how one class was graded on number of pots produced and one was graded on a single pot at the end of the semester. The class that cranked out pots like there was no tomorrow had better clay pots at the end of the day, because they'd put in the time to actually practice pottery instead of stressing over theory!

So just...start. Just open a word document (or a google doc if you're not a piratey pirate like me) and just put some words down. The more you write, the easier it gets.

If you don't have an idea for a story, look for some prompts- or just start asking questions. This is sort of how I come up with plots:

Grab a hermit. Grab your favourite hermit. Your protagonist doesn't have to be a nice person, or a good person, or even a hero at all, but if they're a blorbo it really helps.

Let's say it's Zedaph. Now let's put that fucker in a situation. Think of something you're interested in! For me, I have an extreme obsession with aircraft and aircraft disasters and the wilderness. So, okay, let's do a pilot AU. Now I get to dress Zed up in a pilot costume! (Keralis can be his co-pilot!) It's fanfic- you're allowed to spoil yourself! And then, from there, we make decisions about our story- does Zedaph crash his plane? How do they find rescue?

Plotting a story, at least to me, is about putting these bitches in a situation and then asking questions about how things will turn out based on how these characters act.

So, in general, just... go for it. Your first stories WILL suck. Christ knows mine did. You don't have to post them! But you can. And you might be surprised- because as you grow as a writer and a creator, people will look at everything you've made with very different eyes than you have. Even the old stuff you come to cringe at is often loved by someone, somewhere. (This is why you should orphan old works instead of deleting them, trust me!)

But when you go for it, there's another thing you should keep in mind:

Take breaks. Rest. Take time off. It's not a job and it shouldn't feel like it! Go for a walk. Take a month off. Look at the daisies. Spend time with your family. Real-world experience is valuable to a writer, helping you understand sensations and situations. Reading other people's works is invaluable too, helping you get to grips with stories and plots and all the machinery of narrative. So take time to exist, and take time to consume, and take time to rest.

Take time to be.

To sum up, writing is a game of mental leapfrog where you shuffle puzzle pieces around in your head until they click into some kind of shape. The perfect is the enemy of the good and secret rules will make you insane. The actual act of putting words down is something that absolutely gets better with practice. And you're not a machine, so don't treat yourself like one.

And anyone can write.

I'm not some authority on writing. To be frank, I'm kind of clueless. I don't know the technical terms for things, I'm not an English teacher, and I'm not a professional. This is just my general, overly long thoughts on the matter.

I hope this was even slightly helpful. Go for it, dude. I believe in you!

Oh, and one more thing...

Listen to some Pendulum while you write. <3

#Magnetar rambles #answered ask #thank you! #these are just my thoughts and they're probably very incoherent #I hope this was even slightly helpful #thank you so much anon #I believe in you with all my heart! #And I'll be honest #I'm not amazing at sticking to all of these myself #but they're things I think are helpful #again #I'm not an expert #I'm just some guy with a keyboard

[animazingperson]

Waking up is hard. Going to sleep is even harder. When day becomes your night. And night becomes day. My sun is the moon or what get’s through my depression. My moon is the sun so I hide in my room. Till day becomes night once more. I’m sad but I’m trying to be happy. But being happy is hard when no one reaches out and my dreams stay dreams. I dream of a day someone would go out with me and just let me cry. I’m suffering but in silence because now? Now is not my time. It’s ruining the good times of others and making people worried for nothing that I feel like just that. Nothing. I don’t want to die but I want to just cry. My tears flow but they dry faster on my cheeks and cash checks for happiness that is no where to be found. Affirmation that was left at the doors of dismissal. I want someone to be my sun. Because myself I shine bright but candles can only burn so bright. I’m suffering but don’t want to be found. I happy but I only frown because I’m lying to myself. I’m not okay. I need help. Fucking shit man. Mental health awareness when no one checks in? Aware that people suffer this same fate? That many go in silence because we feel worthless. I had a good day. But I want to cry because it was not my day. Can someone spoil me that solemn destiny of being that person? No? Cool. I’d expect that. Dreams staying dreams. Unheard cries for help turn into playing of my emotional state. Unfeeling of what others find happy. I’m not that. I hurt and it sucks. I cry myself to sleep and try to be happy but being happy is hard when sadness is so comforting. Like the sun to my moon it is my solice. The quiet nights the heard nature. At least one of us is heard. I would say god help, but I stopped believing when I noticed dreams stayed dreams. I hate waking up from dreams because they won’t come true. Happiness and adventure full of excitement with peopenbi live. Non existent. Because it never happened. Pain was a crutch I used but I don’t want to go back. I’m fighting the urge but razors are so close. Pinching nails and biting lips never felt more comforting when alone is my “happiness”. My world stopped when I realized, no one will be there for me when I cry myself to sleep. When my world is gone and the one we live in continues how does that feel? Pointless, that it will never mean a thing? It hurts to think that is the ugly. When my world became, “when you grow ups, you have a life of work ahead of you, got a job yet?, and got a girl?” It feels like no one cares about what you feel. Your you feels. Becoming a figure in someone else’s mind of your future. I hate it. I want to say I’m depressed and can’t function and barely motivate myself to progress, but the words become white lies of becoming a teacher. When all I want to be is happy. I hate it here. It’s so ugly. I want to scream but it hurts to make sound because I don’t want to worry anyone. I yell out loud to the mountains only to hear my echoes. A call for help with no response. I feel bad and I don’t like this feeling. It’s suffocating. It’s why I sleep with white noise because I have anxiety that I’ll wake up with someone actually checking in on me being happy. I want that so bad, it makes me sick. I grind my teeth and hold back my tears crying into my pillow thinking about my dreams. I love to much, I care too much, I don’t want to become heartless and stop caring because then what? I’ll become a heartless fucker who spreads hate? I just can’t imagine a world where I live like that. I just want to be better. So heart is on a platter I just hope you don’t break it. —— to end this truth, I want to let you guys know I’m okay. Probably not but I learned to detatch myself from these feelings.This is just a particularly bad day. This is the truth. Spread love. Never let these feelings consume your close friends even strangers. Truth be told I wouldn’t wish these feelings upon my worst enemy. Much love y’all. Check in on your peeps. A little motivation goes a long way constantly when people struggle in silence. Not in fear of stigma, but of self worth.

#mental health #tw depressing stuff #awareness #fucking truth #my heart

[obsessive-ego]

Late night chats

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Beej chats with you when he knows you're not listening

Fluff, pining

It was a long rough week, you were absolutely exhausted, you could barely stand, your knees wobbled as you finally arrived home, everyday this week has been hell between work using you to cover everyone and do everything, and personal family drama you had to attend too, you were glad to finally be home, safe, quiet, where nothing was expected of you, you could finally recharge.

Kicking your shoes off and tossing your bag and jacket aside to deal with later.

As you shamble to your bedroom, eager to swap your work clothes to something less constricting, you tap away on your phone, ordering dinner, you were too tired to cook anyway.

In your bedroom, you were quick to ditch your uniform in replacement for an over sized shirt and a pair of pajama pants.

Removing your bra felt like a weight has been lifted, as you slip on your pajamas you felt 100 pounds lighter, you flop down on your bed, barely clinging to being awake, as you were about to doze off, your phone blares to life with its loud ringtone, you groan in frustration, you force your body to get up and dig for your phone in your pants pocket, you miss the call by a second, before you could check who it was it buzzes again, you nearly drop the phone, startled, you fumble with the gadget, quickly answering the call, assuming it was your incompetent coworkers needing a question asked.

"What are you wearing?~"

You frown, knowing that voice anywhere

"Beetlejuice-"

"Oh baby, you will be wearing me by the time I'm done with you~" he moans

You scowl at this joke, too tired to really deal with his sense of humor, yes the ghoul could easily make you laugh with their lewd jokes, but honestly you were so tired nothing else really mattered.

"What-"

"So we gonna hook up? Or are you standing me up?"

"What?"

"Y/n what day is it?"

You're silent for longer then youd like to admit, beetlejuice starts before you could respond

"Friday, movie night, so, let's hear that magic b word sweetheart~" he chimes in a sing song tone.

As tired as you were, I guess a chill movie night would be fine, if you doze off during you could survive the teasing, wouldnt be the first time.

"Hello? Sugar? I'm not hearing my name come from that pretty little mouth of yours~"

You snap back, guess you zoned out longer then you thought, you utter a quick sorry, and shuffle to the living room.

"Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice"

Your apartment goes dark, you sigh, the ghoul had a thing for making an entrance

"HONEY IM HOME" the ghoul shouts, within seconds you are hoisted up from behind in a tight bear hug, Beetlejuice's head resting on you shoulder "babes I missed ya, you're such a mean little thing forgetting about our movie night, or were you just playing hard to get~" he purrs that last part.

Clearly embarrassed you try your best to squirm out of your predicament, the demon only cackles at your actions

"Keep wiggling like that sugar and your gonna give me a-"

The ghoul was interrupted by a knocking at your door, his eyes light up, before you could get a word in, you are dragged along to the front door

"Its showtime"

...

It was amazing how you were still able to order take out with all the nonsense beetlejuice did to the delivery guys, but it just goes to show that it's all about money, and let's be honest, nobody is gonna believe them, yeah sure, a zombie looking guy took the pizza and then turned into a pile of snakes.

...

Movie night was the same as always, Beej successfully snuggling up close with an arm around your shoulder, ever since the change of seasons he found you no longer took the lead on getting up close and personal, meaning he had to take initiative, not that he minded, since regardless of the temperature, you didnt mind him cuddling up, which was nice, you were so warm to the touch, he adored it.

Movie night was always a blast with the demon, yes you've seen this horror films 100 times, but watching them with Beej always made them more lively, his enthusiasm was so contagious. But as much fun as the evening together was you were officially out of energy, you tired in vain to keep awake, last movie night you dozed off midway through you delt with merciless teasing for a week, but all your effort was for not as you felt yourself slip into dreamland.

"Alright Doll what's up next in our-" the demon finally noticed you were out, he frowns, yeah it was cute, and sexy when you fell asleep on him, but it was really becoming kind of a pain on how hard you worked and how much it drained you, breathers are delicate, and besides he wanted to spend some real legit alone time with you.

The demon snaps his fingers and the two of you reappear in your bedroom, you being tucked into your bed, beej floats up beside you in a lounging position.

The ghoul stares at you, watching you naturally settle into a deep sleep, once a few moments have past and beetlejuice was sure you were out cold, he leans back placing his hands behind his head and let's out a deep sigh.

"Ya know doll, the other week I was in the netherworld for business, bumped into an old pal, buddy was going on and on about this demon he was banging, and boy, the look on his face when I told him I was banging a hot little breather, man, fucker was jealous, I mean we arent technically banging, yet." He whispered

This was a habit of Bj's chatting to you when you were asleep, he didnt need to sleep, so this was a nice way to pass the time.

"I showed him that photo of us lyds took, ya know the one, you were sitting on the couch playing with you phone and I had my head on your lap? Yeah, I keep it in my wallet, hell, it's the only thing in there" he snickers

You mumble something unintelligible, Beej hums in response

"Of course not sugar, I dont keep condoms in there, i prefer to go raw, demons cant get breathers pregnant anyways, wink wink"

The ghoul sighs reclining back and putting his hands behind his head

"Ya know, while I was down there, I had to file some paperwork with my Mom, the bitch she is, was going on and on about how I need to stop screwing around with breathers, she just doesnt get me, you know how it is"

You grumble in response

"Oh, yeah I know I told ya a sandworm ate her, shes back, it's a long story" he huffs with a scowl.

"Yeah she was saying how theres no point of me tricking another breather for a green card to live again, and I should leave you alone, fuck her, ya know, I dont need to trick ya for a green card, i know you're head over heels for me babes, and once you finally admit you love me and we fuck around for a bit, then I'll pop the question." He trails off looking in your direction, your were laying on your side facing the demon, as if you were awake listening to his every word, the demon sighs, staring at you sleeping form, god slash satan  he had no idea what he did to deserve you, his sweet caring breather. He could always come back to you, you were all his, you just didnt know it yet, and that was fine, for now, soon he'll get you to confess your undying love.

"What would I do without our little chats" he sighs, his eyes fixated on you, a purple hue begins to creep into his hair, he sighs again

"The only time I can be honest with ya huh babes?"

You mumble in response

"Its not like I dont WANT to be honest with ya, its just, come on, you gonna believe me? A demon from hell falling head over heels for a sweet little breather? I can barely believe it" he stares at you, his hair now completely purple.

"You know I love ya right?" The confidence in his voice fading, the question sounding more desperate then anything, as if the ghoul needed you to know or hed die again.

"...beee" you sigh

Beetlejuice perks up at the sound of your voice "bee?" Were you dreaming of him? The ghoul could just melt at the thought

"...beetlejuice"

You were

The purple in the demon's hair began to mix with hints of pink, his little breather was dreaming of him, the ghoul leans into you, his face inches from yours, studying your face in hopes to crack the mystery of what kind of dream you were having

"...beetlejuice" Again you mumble his name in your sleep

"Do you dream about me often babes? Ya know I dream of you~" he chuckles

"Beetle-"

Before you could finish the b word the demon shakes you awake

"Fuck" you say with a start "beetlejuice what are you doing" you grumble less then thrilled to be woken like this

"You were about to say the b word 3 times babes, had to put a stop to it" he chuckles sheepishly "you were babbling my name away in your sleep, guess you missed me huh?" His nervousness turned into a more confident jab

"I was? I-" you babble

"If you REALLY miss me baby cakes I could slip into bed with ya? Keep ya company" he leans in inches from your face, a moment passes and beetlejuice can see the hesitation in your face, yes he's snuck into bed with you multiple times, but he always left before you noticed.

"I wont do anything creepy" he begs grasping your hand as if to reassure you

"....okay" you whisper

The ghoul's eyes light up at your response in a flash he sheds his suit, leaving only a pair of boxers and slides under the covers next to you, the ghoul is over come by the warmth beneath the covers, and quickly latches on to your even warmer body.

"Good night Bee" you sigh "I'll try not to say your name 3 times"

"Night sugar♡" he cuddles into your chest making you the bigger spoon, though you were the smaller out of the two of you.

As you drift back into a deep sleep beetlejuice begins talking to you again

"You really know how to spoil a guy huh sugar, I guess I can wait a little longer till you say the 3 little words, as long as ya keep treating me like this♡ good night y/n, I love you"

#musical beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #rambling

[bittersweetmorality]

— chuuya boyfriend headcannons (sfw & nsfw)+ drabble

☾ genre: SFW and NSFW Headcannons (NSFW section is marked-- 18+)

☾ pairing: Nakahara Chuuya x GN!reader (reader is given the name ‘mommy’ in the drabble)

☾ warnings: none for the SFW– general smut for the NSFW ??

☾ w/c: 1,978 words

☾ a/n: hey lol :D as a certified chuuya fucker, i just had to.  i literally have like three other chuuya drafts that i’m currently working on.  hopefully they turn out like i want and i can post them bc :| the chuuya tag is starving.  anyway i hope i can populate it just a tad.  thanks for reading bugs !

— SFW 

lemme start off by saying that he will treat yo ass RIGHT.  ON MY MOMMA.

not to bring his trauma into this already but :| my man has major abandonment issues.  he will not do anything to jeopardize your relationship, and he honestly just values your happiness above anything else

you just know how much he cares about the fellow members of the mafia– even though they don’t requite the same amount of love that he gives them, he still loves them wholeheartedly

even dazai

little shit

his love language is definitely touch and gift-giving.  no i don’t accept criticism because i’m right

you’re telling me he wouldn’t absolutely spoil you with expensive gifts ?? mans is a mafia executive– he’s making hella bank, and he is spending it all on you

he’s also definitely a pretty clingy significant other, but good luck trying to get him to admit that :|

his life is… well… yaknow

there’s always a lot going on there..... he’s stresst

he wants nothing more than to just hold you in his arms after a long day-- especially if he just came back from a hard day at work

times like this are when he’s most clingy-- he feels like he almost lost you, and now he never wants to let you go

many, many times he’s fallen asleep like this; you’re basically suffocating in his grip as his eyelids flutter closed, either on the couch or your bed

but of course you’re not going to complain

and he’s so glad you don’t

he’s also the type to almost never explicitly say that he loves you at first, it’s simply not something that comes naturally to him

instead he indulges in his love languages profusely, and he just hopes you get the message

he’s also afraid that you’ll leave him if he says something like that, so for a long time he doesn’t :(

so when you come home to a bottle of expensive wine wrapped in an exquisite red ribbon, you know he just wants to tell you how much he loves you

eventually, of course he’s comfortable with you enough to say it, and it comes completely natural

and since he’s such a romantic, he says it every morning when you wake up, and before you go to bed without fail

he’s definitely the type to show you off too

like, as he’s having a conversation with someone, he’ll suddenly get really loud when talking about you so everyone within a three-mile radius can hear

“well, you see i would go out drinking with you tonight, but i actually have a date.  with my partner.  you know them, right?  here’s a picture i took of them a few days ago, just look a-”

also: biggest hype man

you could open a jar of jam and he’d be like “holy shit, you go babe”

nakahara chuuya kiss me rn challenge

anyway, basically he’ll love and support you no matter what

like truly you’re like a walking ray of sunshine to him

anyway !!!! DATES !!!!!!!

dates with chuuya are planned.  always.

like i SAID he’s a hopeless ROMANTIC MY GOD

he absolutely loves picking you up at your doorstep and taking you for a ride around town on his motorcycle

speaking of which, your arms wrapping around his middle and squeezing him tight as he drives the bike is literally his favorite thing in the world.  oh my god you’re going to make him melt

and i know for a fact your first kiss with him was after he dropped you off at your door when your first date was at its end

it was almost completely perfect honestly, except when your faces were just mere inches from one another, his hat bumped into your forehead and fell to the ground

baby was so embarrassed-- he went bright red and picked up his hat, basically shielding his face

he just wanted the date to be completely perfect– and it was!! until that happened

but obviously you just let out a light giggle and pulled him against you, and he quickly closed the gap between your lips

also, chuuya sleeps in

he sleeps a lot <33

that being said he loves lazy mornings

it’s well past 11, but you’re still laying in his arms– who is he to get up?? and disturb the peace??????

he will not.

also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i can’t even emphasize this enough, but please comb your fingers through his hair

there’s a chance he might melt into a puddle on the spot and never recover but still

on the rare occasion where he’s the little spoon--

(which, speaking of which, @dazai-centric​ has a headcannon that chuuya always insists on being the big spoon no matter what, but on rare occasions he lets himself be wrapped up in your arms and THEY’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT.)

anyway, so on this rare occasion

where his head is basically buried in the junction between your shoulder and your neck, and you just rake your fingers through his hair softly

he dead.  dead as hell.

and ERRRRM.  kisses with him are just……… wow…………

naturally, he always wants to be the best at everything-- it’s just his personality

and kisses are no exception

he has to be the BEST

and he is

so, kisses are always so passionate and rough

okay hold on maybe this should go under the NSFW category 😐

ANYWAY!!!! 19472946/10 boyfriend

— NSFW

so rough sex is very common for y’all 😁

he likes to take his frustrations out from the day like this, and honestly you don’t complain

he definitely has a high sex drive so 😁

obviously you have an established safe-word and talk about everything before anything transpires because the LAST thing he wants is to hurt you in any way

but if you ask him to spank you he is definitely not gunna say no <3 chuuya said spanking kink

speaking of kinks

bondage xoxo

this goes both ways— he likes to tie your wrists to the headboard with rope and tie your legs down if you’re okay with it

for him, he likes his wrists cuffed to the bed

but he definitely doesn’t like all of his power stripped away by having him completely tied up

also he loves eye contact

that’s why missionary and mating press are his favorite positions <3

he likes to grab you by the jaw and make you look at him when he’s fucking you

“hey, hey, princess what did we say? if you want to cum, look me in the eyes when i fuck you, yeah?”

he loves praise and degradation equally

but if you’re degrading him don’t go too far :((

degrade slightly him while he’s on the bottom and he’s putty in your hands

now, if you praise him while he’s on top, get ready to not be able to walk for the next 3-5 business days because that’ll feed his ego a LOOOT

and he’ll just get lost in the moment because he loves you....... so much

he degrades you slightly, but only during foreplay

he calls you his little slut, or his whore

“aw, so wet for me and we’re barely getting started, doll.  such a little whore, aren’t you?”

when you actually get into it, it’s all praise from him

he wants you to know how important you are to him, how good you feel and just everything on his mind

he loses his filter in the moment awn god

“so fucking perfect, i only want you.  you’re mine.  god, you feel so fucking good.”

he loves to hear you too-- it really feeds his ego

but sometimes if he’s really had a rough day, he’ll make you gag on his finger or wrap his hand around your neck

he doesn’t squeeze too hard nor genuinely make you gag, he just likes the way your eyes are barely able to meet his because he’s making you feel so good

but ANYWAY pet names are a MUST with him

he calls you doll, sweetheart, princess, baby, dove, doll

basically every sweet name under the sun during sex

he likes you to call him sir 😁

this man has no shame when it comes to noise

like absolutely none

since he’s possessive, he wants people to know he’s fucking you, and how good he feels because of you

no one else can make him feel that way and he wants everyone to know

so he’s LOOOUUUDD,,,, especially in your ear

he likes leaning down and moaning in your ear, just to get a reaction out of you

he makes fun of you for it later on, and you have his full permission to smack that smug little smirk off his face

but the amount of times you had to stop mid-way because y’all got knocks on your door from your neighbours 😐 they’re so sick of y’all

on average, you have sex at least 4 times a week

that’s not including quickies tho

did i mention that chuuya loves quickies <3

especially when it’s in his office and he fucks you on his desk

and because he doesn’t care who hears him-- you bet your ass the entire Port Mafia has heard you

he likes to go down on you for quickies more than actual sex, and he will respectfully never decline a blowjob

because he’s a gentleman

anyway

sorry to any of y’all who have a breeding kink,,, but chuuya definitely does not

he’s so afraid of having kids

moving on

onto sub!chuuya

did somebody say SWITCH 🤨☝️

chuuya did <3

now for a long time he doesn’t really let his submissive side out because,,, it’s a really vulnerable part of him yaknow?

but after a while, and after he’s completely trusted you to take care of him like that

oh boy

bottom bitch <3

still loud as HELL

except it’s less of moaning and more of whining

he’s such a whiner

and a brat

mommy kink mommy kink mommy kink mommy kink mo

also i don’t really know how else to describe it but-- if you force him to look you in the eyes and use a stern tone

..........dead.  dead as hell.

now take this drabble as a tribute to sub!chuuya

“and why should i listen to you?  what are you gunna do?” chuuya furrowed his brows at you, as if he was challenging you.

“aw, baby,” you leaned down from your position of straddling him, caging his head between your arms.  “you still have so much to say even though your hands are handcuffed to the bed.  so bold, aren’t you?” you stroked his lower lip gently, and he whimpered lowly in response.

suddenly, you sat up, getting into a position to prepare to get up off of him completely, “but, you’re right.  what am i going to do?  i guess i’ll just leave you here for the rest of the night.  go-”

“WAIT!! NO- I-” he bit his lip to stop any more words from escaping him.

“’wait’?  is there something you wanna say, baby?” your legs trapped his once again.

“... please.”

he averted your gaze, and you reached down to grip his jaw sternly, moving his head to face you completely.

“please what?”

no answer.

“you know i can’t read your mind, baby.  you’re going to have to use your w-”

“please fuck me.” the words tumbled out of his mouth, almost too quickly to even be audible, still, your lips shifted into a gentle smile.

but you weren’t completely content with him yet.

“and what’s my name?”

“...mommy.”

“and you want mommy to fuck you, is that right?”

“...yes.  please...”

you planted a passionate kiss onto his lips, and upon breaking it, you shifted closer to his ear.

“well, i can’t say no since you asked so nicely, now can i?”

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“Not My Bias”: Park Jimin Imagine: Plus Size Reader

Park Jimin Imagine Summary: Jimin is upset because he is not the chosen bias of his girlfriend but instead it's actually Namjoon.   A/N: Also, this is just an imagine, a oneshot if you will.  However, if you want to see more of the story, just let me know.   Extra: Plus Size.  Also, woman is older than the man by a few years. Pre-established relationship, Jimin is dating an Army, ft Platonic moments with Yoongi.   Warning: Fluff, Angst, mentions of suicide and issues with mental health, arguing, jealously... teeeeennnnnnsssssiiiooonn.   Anyway, yeah. ----

Flared nostrils and a deep breath.

'He's just having a day.  Let it go.  He's just in a mood.'

The thought swirled around in that head like smoke.

"Babe, you were all over him.  I don't know how you can think that's ok? If I had done that to someone you would've flipped out!" Jimin's voice sounded.

Regardless of the fact that Jimin was continuously all over people because he was very affectionate and naturally flirty.  

Also, regardless of the fact that he literally had millions of people ready to volunteer like Katniss for the Hunger Games at the drop of a hat.

Regardless of the fact that it was very much clear as to how much he was loved and adored by his partner.

Still.

'Don't snap.  Don't lash out.  Just let it go.'

The thought swirled less like smoke and more like the unstable circle of terror that was the beginnings of a hurricane.

"I mean, fuck, you might as well just be with him.  You were practically eye fucking him right in front of me."

Stone cold.

Every thought brewing in that mind was screaming to let it go, to talk to him calmly, to just fix it.

But that's not what happened.

Because even though Jimin was clearly feeling insecure and it had turned into jealously... you had feelings too.

You slowly turned to look at him.

Jimin's gaze was hard as he looked back.

He had that about him where one second he could be cute and adorable and the next he could be very intimidating.

However, his duality was no match for yours in that moment.

"Jimin, you've got about three seconds to apologize." you said evenly.

"Apologize?" He scoffed.  "For what? Apologize for calling the bullshit when I see my girlfriend trying to fuck one of my best friends right in front of me?"

That was it.

You had a long fuse on a big bomb and right now... you weren't just a stick of dynamite.

You were a nuclear bomb.

You ran your tongue over your teeth trying in vain to calm down.

"First of all, fuck you." you snapped and his brows lifted on his forehead.  "Yeah I said it.  Don't you ever insinuate that I am anything less to faithful to you.  God dammit, Jimin.  I didn't want to have a fucking fight with you but since you seem so hell bent on it, let's go.  It's time for war, mother fucker."

His gaze intensified at your response, "Don't you talk to me like -"

"Me?!" you snapped. "You want to talk about me? You're the one who stood right there, basically called me a whore and accused me of fucking your friend! Who by the way, you owe a god damn apology to! He didn't do anything to you and you've been a dick the whole day!"

It was the wrong thing to say and you knew it.

Bringing up Namjoon during a fight, especially considering the context was the worse thing you could've done.

It further ignited his anger and his jealously all but consumed him.

But you didn't care.

He may have started the fire but you brought the gasoline.

"That's just great, Y/N.  Wonderful.   Exactly the way to convince your boyfriend that you're not fucking someone else.  Defending them in the middle of an argument."

Your screaming had clearly drawn attention and the door opened to reveal Jin's concerned face.

He said something but the two of you were too far gone in trying to outscream each other to hear him.

"That you started!" you snapped at Jimin.

"I was trying to talk to you!"

"You were accusing me!"

"Because it was obvious!"

You were shaking when Yoongi's head popped in beside Jin's but you paid them no mind even when Hobi appeared in the doorway.

"Guys, come on." Hobi said trying to calm you both down.  "Don't do this."

"Come on. Let's go get some food and chill out." Jin offered, knowing very well how Jimin's temper could be and also how he could say some horrible things when he really didn't mean them.

He had a sinking feeling that they'd already been said though and there wasn't much that could be done.

"What was so obvious to you, Jimin? Hm? I am a fan.  You know this? I was an Army before I ever met you.  This was abundantly clear to you from the beginning.  Did you really think that there would never be moments when I wouldn't be starstruck occasionally?" you seethed. "Because I'm sorry I'm not perfect Park fucking Jimin! I'm human!"

His jaw tightened and he narrowed his eyes at you.

"That's not what this is about." he said.

"Yeah, the fuck, it is." you snapped.  "Listen, I'm about to make myself abundantly clear about something.  You don't fucking know me as well as you seem to think you do."

"Clearly." he responded and you had to fight the urge not to strangle him.

Yoongi almost rolled his eyes at Jimin and his fucking mouth.

The rest of the members had joined the chaos at this point and you... you just no longer cared.

You were ready to go to war.

Fuck it all.

You drew a deep breath in through your nose, staring at the carpet before lifting your eyes up to Jimin's again.

"You seem to think that you have me completely figured out and you know everything about me.  But you don't know shit, Jimin.  Just because we've been dating for three months does not mean that you suddenly know every thought in my head.  But you're about to find some shit out about me right now."

"You're right. I don't know wh-"

"Shut the fuck up." you said coldly.  "You want to know so god damn badly why Namjoon is my bias?  Fine, I'll tell you and you can either deal with it or you can continue to be a spoiled, selfish little brat.  I don't really care anymore."

He would've fought you for calling him that but internally something stopped him.

"I was never into this type of music.  It wasn't my thing.  I listened to metal and classic rock.  That was what I liked.   So BTS was never really in my statosphere.  But a few years ago, I was at my lowest. My husband had cheated on me leading me to file for an immediate divorce.  I had just lost our baby and I was wrecked.   I didn't want to do it anymore.  So let me paint you a picture here, Jimin.  I was standing in my childhood bedroom because I couldn't bare to be in that house where he fucked his secretary.   I'm standing there in front of my little vanity from when I was a kid and I had my grandpa's pistol loaded, the barrel in my mouth.  My finger was on the trigger and I started to press down."

Jimin, all with everyone else, had gone completely pale.

"And then suddenly my cousin's stereo starts thudding from the other side of the wall.  And it's "Voice" from Joon's first mixtape and I stopped.  Because for the first time in a long time, I felt like someone understood what I was going through.   I put the gun down and I saw there on the floor with my ear pressed against the wall listening to that song.  I cried until I couldn't breathe because no one had ever put my feelings into words like that before.  That song.  Those lyrics.  They saved me.   I put the gun away as if it had burned me,  I cried because I had been so close to ending it all over someone else who wasn't worth it.  I went home that night, researched the lyrics and figured out who wrote them and then I began listening to anything and everything that Namjoon had a hand in creating.  Because it was those words that kicked me back off the ledge."

Jimin was completely still at this point.

No movement.

No sound.

No nothing.

You were staring straight into his soul in that moment.

"So you'll have to excuse me if ever so often I get a little starstruck with the person who literally wrote the wrong that kept me from killing myself." you said lowly.

You finally looked around to see the rest of the members there, skin heating with embarassment that they'd just watched you and Jimin verbally rip each other's throats out and then hear your suicide attempt story.

You looked at Jimin once more before you shook your head and pushed your way through the members.

Several tried to comfort you but you didn't want to hear it.  

You just wanted out.

And that was exactly what you did, shoving through the door and disappearing from sight.

Immediately, upon the slam of the door, Jimin erupted into tears, crashing to the ground.

He hadn't known any of that.

Taehyung rushed to his side, pulling him into his arms and trying to calm him down enough to function.

Yoongi pursed his lips before going after you.

He knew what it was like to pick at old scars like that and how fresh those old wounds could still be.

He caught up to you rather easily, insisting that you let him take you out to eat.

You fought him on it but he did something that he rarely ever did.

He pulled out his super power on you and used his cuteness.

And you couldn't resist the lil meow meow so you caved... just like he knew you would.

You didn't mind it as much as you thought you would.

Yoongi didn't push you and instead the two of just enjoyed a meal together.

You fought him over the check but he already slipped the waitress his card before you could even get a word in edgewise.

Then he took you to a local dog park, watching puppies chase their own tails because he knew it was impossible to watch dogs smack into each other and not smile.

He didn't force you to talk or to address what had just happened.

But what he did do was stay with you, offer you kindness, made sure you ate and did something that made you smile.

He reached out to place his hand on yours and gave it a squeeze.

"I won't pretend that I know what you've been through.  I'm not that arrogant and I'm not you.  But I do understand what it's like to get to a point where you don't want to do it anymore." he said as the two of you focused on a pomeranian with an attitude problem who reminded you both of Yeontan.

"You can talk to me.  Anytime." he said.  "I know I don't usually say alot but I'll listen. I promise."

"Thanks, Yoongi.  I'm fine.  I promise.  I'm alot better now.  I'm not the person I used to be.   Things are different.  Jimin just really hit a nerve with what he was saying and I snapped." you explained.

He nodded with a sigh.

"Jimin is someone who is full of emotion.  He's passionate.  That sometimes means that he loses his temper when he's scared.  He loves you and he's more insecure about losing you than he lets on.   He didn't express that in the right way at all.  I won't defend him on that.  I'm just saying, don't give up just because you two had a fight.  A hell of one, mind you.  Do you realize that you're terrifying when you're angry?"

You finally broke into a laugh at his words.

"I thought Jimin was the scary one." you commented, knowing very well that every single one of them collectively thought Jimin was terrifying when he was really angry.

"Shit, he's a punk compared to you." Yoongi chuckled. "You looked like an absolute demon.  If I hadn't seen it for myself, I'd have never believed sweet Y/N looked like she was forged in the fires of hell."

You nearly snorted at his response before finally looking over at him.

"Thanks, Yoongi.  Really.  You made me feel a lot better." you admitted. "I'm glad you came after me.  This was much better than how I likely would've handled it."

"How would you have handled it?" he questioned.

"Probably something self sabotaging and toxic as hell." you shrugged. "Or maybe I just would've cried when I cooled off.  Or took off.  I've been known to jump in the car and just keep driving when I'm angry.  It's literally me running from my problems but for the lazy because fuck that.  I'm not running from anybody.  Zombies can just eat this ass."

He shook with laughter.

It was one of the reasons he liked you a lot and he thought you were perfect for Jimin.

You were naturally funny and had a great wit about you... and you were tough.  

You needed to be tough if you were going to date someone who worked in the business they did.

You don't fall in love with the idol, you fall for the person.... but that person still has a job and to be their partner is really hard.

It wasn't for the weak of heart.

The two of you sat there for a while.

You'd turned your phone off almost instantly as soon as you cleared the building, not even entertaining the thought of dealing with any questions.

You assumed that Yoongi had likely told someone he was with you since he'd been with you for hours and no one was calling him.

You took in his profile as he watched a squirrel run up a tree.

You could practically see him thinking.

"Just spit it out." you sighed and his lips quirked just a little before looking at you.

"What makes you think I have something to say?" he questioned.

"Because, unfortunately, we are too much alike in some ways." you said.  

He chuckled, "All I'm going to say is, cut Jimin some slack.   He's crazy about you.   Anyone can see that.   And also, give him a chance to digest everything you just told him today.  That was a lot.   You know that better than anyone."

"I didn't mean to tell him like that." you shrugged. "I didn't mean to tell him that at all."

"Why not?" Yoongi asked, very seriously.  "You love Jimin right?"

"Yeah, of course." you said.

"And you trust him?" he said.

"Yeaaahhh." you said.

"Then how come you haven't talked to him about that before?" he asked.

"Because we've only been together for three months, Yoongi and we haven't spent a ton of time with one another in those three months. You don't just blurt your past suicide attempts out to people like that." you all but snapped.

You were getting defensive and he knew it.

But Yoongi also knew that you were only being like that because he'd hit a nerve.

He knew because he was like that at times.

"You were friends before you got together." he pointed out. "I know you're an Army. I get it.  But you and Jimin clicked at that fan event that day.  Don't get me wrongs.  He's a hopeless flirt but Jimin has never willingly forked over his phone number like that.   He didn't even know your name and he was hooked."

You ground your teeth because you knew he was right.

"All I'm saying is, give him a chance.  He's jealous of Joon.  He can't help it.  A part of him wants to be your bias because he's your boyfriend.  I can get that." Yoongi shrugged.

"It's not like Joon is my bias is a romantic way, Yoongi." you sighed.  "I literally just -"

"I know." Yoongi cut you off.  "I know.  I get it.  Trust me.  We are all painfully aware of that situation now."

You chewed on your lip, vulnerable at having your business out there like that.

"Hey." he said reaching for your hand.  "I didn't meant that to come off the way it did.  I'm glad we know.  I wish you hadn't felt like you were so backed into the corner that you had to come out with it like that.  But still, it's good to know that about you.   I think it'll bring us closer as a group."

You just nodded.

He sighed, "Listen, I'm gonna tell you something that I think we'll help.   Men are rather simple in a lot of ways.  Some not so much but others- incredibly so."

You lifted a brow at him.

"Ok?"

"Explain that Joon's work inspires you and it helped you through a lot." he said.

"I literally just-"

"No, stop and listen to me." he cut you off.  "Explain that you admire Namjoon and his work. You love his writing.   This is also true for me or Hobi right?  You and I have talked for hours about some of my stuff and I know you and Hobi sat there and dissected Hope World for like three days.   You admire the work, the lyrics, the content, right?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"I know that it's a little different with Joon because his song was the first one you'd heard and it was a rather traumatic time.  So there's somewhat of an emotional attachment there.  And honestly, I think that's what Jimin is so scared of." he said.

"Scared of what?  It's music and yeah, I love the way Joon writes and yeah it was a crazy time but I'm in love with Jimin." you argued.

"Jimin is scared that Namjoon could take you away from him." Yoongi said directly.  

"What?" you gasped. "But I love Jimin."

"I know that." Yoongi said.  "Everyone knows that. But he also knows how much you obsess over anything Joon writes."

"It's good music." you said.

Yoongi nodded, "Yeah, it is.  But Jimin has likely got it in his head that you could easily just run off with Joon and have this philosophical conversations about poetry and lyrics.  I'd be willing to be money on it that he's insecure because you didn't start out loving BTS, you started out loving RM.   And that scares him."

"It was never about loving RM or BTS." you countered. "I needed those lyrics.  I liked RM as a musician.  I liked BTS as a group.  But I fell in love with Jimin.  And I'll tell you another god damn thing, I never fucking meant to either! I didn't want to love anyone after that shit happened!"

Your temper was flaring, which truthfully was dangerous, as Yoongi could match you in it.

But he also realized you were just very sensitive right now and not actually angry so he just watched you calmly.

"I didn't want to fall in love with anyone.  Ever again, Yoongi.  I was terrified.  I'm still terrified.  But I met Jimin and he fucking smiled at me and I crumbled.  It wasn't really about me falling in love with him.  I jumped head first into the darkness because even though it scared me shitless, I didn't care.  He's worth it.  No matter what."

You didn't realize that you'd gotten to your feet until Yoongi was smiling at you and he gently nodded over your shoulder.

You turned around and there he was.  

Of course.

Jimin.

With his expressive dark eyes and his dreamy lips.

As cliche as it is, it was almost as if time stopped.

There was nothing else but Jimin and you.

It became a race to get to one another and as soon as you got within arms reach of each other, your kisses were feverent.

"I'm sorry's" and "No I'm sorry" and "You didn't do anything wrong"  "I was just jealous" "No, no, no"

They all clanged together in a jumbled mess of mutterings slurred with kisses.

"Joon is not my bias, Jimin." you breathed.

"Baby, it's fine.  It's not a big deal.  I just got a little -"

"No, listen." you breathed.  "He's not.  I admire him.  I admire his work.  But he's not my bias.  I don't have a bias."

Jimin pulled back to look at you, "What?"

"I don't have a bias." you clarified.  "I don't pick favorites."

"Uh..." he said.

"I don't have a bias." you repeated. "But I do have something else.  Something super special."

"What's that?" he asked, brows furrowed.

"A keeper." you said.

"A keeper?" he asked.

"Yep, the keeper of my heart.  Only one person can be that and that's you."

It was cheesy.

Ridiculously so.

But Jimin melted for you and he squeezed your soft body to his so tightly that you could barely breathe.

And all the while, Min Yoongi sat on that park bench, watching the scene from the corner of his eye, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Smug grin ever permanent on his impish features.

"Lil Meow Meow strikes again..." he whispered to himself.

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[redoqs]

Alright, I have to get this off my chest and I feel like this is a nice place to do so... *clears throat* The Dimitrescu sisters are spoiled little brats who would hate their mother's suitors with a burning passion and religiously clam jam any of Alcina's lovers on a daily basis to ensure that they never get laid, and I'm tired of pretending they wouldn't.

Like, where are the fics where Dani pretends to have a nightmare so she can sleep with Mom and kills the mood right when things were getting hot and heavy with the Reader in the bedroom? Or Cassandra innocently crashing a date and staring at Reader dead in the eyes while she's being smothered with kisses by her Mom, y'know, like cats do when these little fuckers know damn well that they're stealing your girl and there's nothing you can do about it? Don't get me started on Bela, she would be the WORST. Total Mama's girl. And Alcina being an absolute enabler, like..

“Apologies, Mother, am I interrupting something?”

“Well, as a matter of fact, ye—”

“Not at all, darling, come here!”

“Seriously, Alci—?”

Y'all have no idea what it's like to date a single mother and it shows. But c'mon, people, don't be cowards, we all know that's how it would realistically play out. Some of you guys are just not ready for this conversation yet.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

“Where are the fics where the daughters hate their mother’s suitors?” Why wait for someone else to write it when you can do it

Okay hold on lemme throw away my personal thoughts on the daughters and how I think they would react to their mother’s partners

You know what? I actually agree with this in a sense because cmon, we all know that the daughters view their mother as the most important person in their lives and no one, and I mean NO ONE, would be good enough for her. Mm mm nope and if you so much as call her beautiful they’re gonna skin you. Idk if you wanted scenarios with this but imma just expand on what you said

Bela’s, like you said, would be the worst fucking one, such a mama’s girl and would do WHATEVER it takes to pull Alcina’s attention away from you and onto literally anything else, mainly her. Kissing? Yeah no Bela’s asking for help with something she already know how to do. You and Alcina have a date? Oh now Alcina is canceling it because Bela requires her presence at the, conveniently, the same time as your date. Damn. Y’all can’t even really hold hands with Bela coming through and needing SOMETHING. And Alcina loves her daughter too much to say no, in fact she’s so eager to help and you can’t say anything because what are you gonna do? Get upset that Alcina is helping her daughter? Now you’re biting your tongue while Alcina spends time with Bela. Again.

Daniela is the Queen of interrupting you bruh and it’s always, always, ALWAYS when a lil sumn sumn is about to go down to the point where you’re sure that she’s spying on the two of you and right when clothes are about to get removed that’s when homegirl is flying through the vents and into the room, fake upset talking about some “mother may I stay here with you tonight?” “Oh of course darling, come here.” And now the two of them are cuddling, Dani making a point to steal the blankets and giving you a devious smirk while you kind of just sit there shivering and quietly upset because again? Another nightmare? The fourth night in a row? And Alcina hasn’t noticed? Come on. It be even worse when you’re like “I’m gonna go” and then Alcina doesn’t even try to get you to stay and it’s hard not to be upset because awwwww mother daughter time! But you wanted you and Alci time 😔

Cassandra doesn’t give a shit, she’s crashing dates, it doesn’t matter how big they are: dinners, movies, cuddling, she’s always going to crash it and then just stare right at you. You know how Ghost Rider has is lil Penance Stare? That’s basically how she’s gonna stare at you and it makes you so uncomfortable because bruh can she leave? The whole mood is killed and all you really want is to just go home because yo, you can see your soul being ripped out from Cass’s stare. And even when she’s not there you can still feel her watching like fuck you don’t even feel comfortable enough to kiss Alcina. One time the two of you are watching a movie and you’re sure it’s good but you can’t focus on it because you can feel Cassandra in the darkness, burning holes into the back of your head and now you’re stiff as shit and you kind of want to leave but Alcina is enjoying herself but fuck man Cass can you go on somewhere?

It’d be funny when you try to talk to Alcina about it too and she doesn’t notice💀

“Alcina, your daughters hate me.”

“Nonsense, they like you just fine.”

“Cassandra’s literally tried to take my soul from me, Daniela kills the mood every time something happens, and don’t even get me started on Bela.”

And you know what? That actually causes a rift between you two because Alcina doesn’t see that her daughters are actively against her relationship with you and you’re trying to get her to understand that the girls don’t like you and now you’re arguing and it’s really bad and you don’t want Alcina to pick between you and her daughters so now you’re leaving and ooohhhhhh look at that! The daughters are getting exactly what they wanted! But now Alcina is upset because she really does care about you and the daughters are upset that she’s upset and I could go on and on and on about this fr

You know what, I actually really like this I might just have to do a lil sumn with this tbh

#I might have to write a fic for this idea tbh #and no idk what it’s like to date a single mother #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil village #anon

[needsastoryarchive]

Eugenetics

"Well, there you go... looks like the sleeping pill is finally wearing off Mr. Cavill."

''My head hurts... where I'm I? Who are you? Why am I chained and naked?!'' Henry looked around he was in some kind of lab with this creepy guy looking at him. He was short, especially compared to Cavill's large physique, a little bit chubby and hairy, wearing glasses, and had long messy hair with an unkempt beard.

''Yeah, those sleeping pills I gave you can give you some headaches, but those will wear off soon. You were hard to knockout big boy.''

''Why did you bring me here?! Who the hell are you!'' Henry tried to break loose from the chains.

''Hahaha don't even try it you may play Superman but even you can't break chains with your bare hands in the real world. Although I have to say that you played very well in those movies Mr. Cavill, from one actor to another.''

''Actor? Which movies did you play in? Is that why you brought me here so you can get a role?''

''Kind of Henry but no. You see I dreamed of being a movie star since I was little. I have done countless auditions for roles even as a background character putt somewhere in a dark corner. But did I get those roles? Not one! You know how cruel Hollywood can be, I wasn't tall enough, strong enough, manly enough, handsome enough to ''fit'' the role. While I'm a great actor! But my time to shine on the white screen has finally come, in the role of Hollywood hunk Henry Cavill!''

''I'm sorry little guy but I don't think you look enough like me to play as me in my autobiography. But let me go and maybe I can get you a nice little roll for you in one of my future movies.''

‘’I don't want to play you. I will play those roles of yours for myself. You see Mr. Cavill, rejection is a powerful motivator. You see I'm not only a great actor I'm also Head of biogenetic research of this lab. And this is my latest discovery!’’

''Uhm coffee? I'm sorry to say this to you but that's not a big discovery, sorry man.''

''Shut up! This isn't normal coffee I spent years of biogenetic engineering to create these coffee beans to... wait why would I spoil it by telling you? A demonstration makes things so much easier to understand don't you agree? Well, let me show you!'' 

Eugene put his coffee beans inside a machine and started the process. Soon a dark (liquid that smelled like normal coffee) came out of the machine feeling the cup in Eugene's hand. 

''You see Mr. Cavill this can be done in two ways but because you're my honorable quest, I will put in the effort this time.'' 

Eugene dropped his pants and underwear and began to stroke his tiny dick. ''You like that Cavill hahaha'', Eugene said while his dick got fully hard and finally dripped a little bit of his sperm in de cup of coffee. 

''Oh god you're a sick perverted man Eugene let me go and I will help you to find the right treatment I will even pay it for you!''

''I don't think that's necessary Mr. Cavill now just open your mouth and swallow.'' Eugene brought the mug to Henry's lips.

''No get away from me fuck off with that shit, you're disgusting!''

''I anticipated that you might not want to cooperate like that, so I brought some help''. Eugene took a funnel and placed it between Henry's teeth, and poured the sperm-coffee down Henry's throat.

''Ugh ugh ugh why do you do this to me, man?! What the meaning of all of this! Ugh ugh! Shit, I don't feel so good what did you... you do to me?''

''Don't worry Mr. Cavill you will soon see the results'', Eugene said as Henry's vision slowly became blurry and then he passed out.

...

''Henry slowly opened his eyes.  ''Ughgh what happened I had the weirdest dream ever. There was this guy that kidnapped me... and he cummed in his coffee... and he made me drink it! Ugh gross!''

''Weird dream indeed'', said a familiar voice.

''Who...who is there? I can’t…I can’t see, why is everything so…so blurry?” Henry asked, squinting his eyes.

''I guess that's what you get with my eyes was born with bad vision. Maybe it helps when you put these glasses on.''

''Wait a sec Eugene?! Why do I have your eyes? What the fuck is going on?” Henry said, a bit agitated, and a little scared.'' Henry felt the glasses being put on and his vision became clearer.

''Why am I looking at myself? Why do I look so unkempt? How long have I been out?''

''Oh this''? My doubleganger said as he stroked his messy beard. ''I guess some of my shagginess remained. The genetic transfer isn't perfect yet but it works for 99.8% as you can see.''

''Eugene is that you?!'' Henry said in shock.

''In the flesh... well your flesh HAHAHA. Well, do you think I could play you now in your autobiography? HAHAHA!''

''But how did you do this?'' Henry asked still in shock thinking he was still dreaming.

''I told you I spent years of biogenetic engineering with a focus on genetic trade between two separate genetic organisms. It was planned to be only used for plants but I have developed it further so now it also works between humans. And you Cavill were the perfect genetic package. All that's needed is sperm from one of the two participants and the transfer is activated.''

It couldn’t be…but, then how else could he explain it? Eugene had somehow managed to switch their genetic code. But then it dawned on Henry that if Eugene had his genetics what did he have? Henry looked down... everything he had since conception was gone. He was nothing more than a plump, sloppy hairy dwarf. Eugene had given him his horrible eyesight, and Eugene had in exchange taken his 20/20 vision. He felt how he’d always imagined waking up old must feel–sore joints, aching back, just a tired body more prone to inertia than anything else, it was clear Eugene never exercised in his old life. 

''Yeah, those genetics you now got are crap I know. But my genetics had to go somewhere when I got yours. It's not a surprise that you're still a little bit in shock it's a big transition, from being used to this to what you're now. But you will get used to it.''

''Eugene please can give me back my genetics, they are mine, not yours''.

''No,'' Eugene said in Cavill',s charismatic voice, without even thinking about it.

''No?'' Henry said, ''No?!'' What the hell?! ''''Those are my eyes, you fucker, and my hair! That whole body that you are illegally occupying is mine!"

“Well they’re mine now, so fuck that!” Eugene snapped back, “I’ve had fucking glasses all my goddamn life, grown out since middle school, and fuck no, I’m not going to go back to what I was, fuck that,” Eugene grinned at his reflection, I’m not going to be a piece of genetic waste anymore, you are! I’m now a genetic masterpiece!”

''I'm now 1,85 m tall, strong buff, and healthy. And that all with a handsome face like this. Oh, I almost forgot the best part'', Eugene grinned and unzipped his pants, pushed down his underwear, and hauled out a thick, seven-inch cock already drooling precum cock. ''Remember this one, hahaha! Henry readily recognized it as his own. Gulping, and still feeling helpless, he looked down to his crotch, already humiliated, and he looked at his now shriveled tool, barely two inches long, and he could tell, instinctively, that at best it could reach half-mast. 

“You–you took my cock?” Henry asked.

''Of course–the women are gonna love this thing when I ram it up their cunts during sex scenes and outside.'' Eugene said, flexing his new muscular frame, ''See, because this is where we’re different Cavill, see, I saw in you, I saw your biggest flaw–you’re a fucking loser. You simple don't deserve these genes but I do.''

''But...''

 ''Don’t try to deny it, I can see all of your fucking flaws, you fucking worthless piece of shit. See, I’m genetically superior and women will be begging me to fuck them, and film producers will give me the best roles. But you, you’re fucking worthless, so why in the hell shouldn’t you just be a storehouse for all the failed genetic mishaps of the human race?”

''You won't get away with this Eugene! People will notice something is off!''

It's ''Henry Cavill'' now and don't forget I'm a great actor. Besides I look like Henry Cavill, I sound like Henry Cavill, I... (*sniff*) smell like Henry Cavill, I even own the cock of Henry Cavill! 

''I... I'' , the real Henry Cavill was speechless.

''Yeah I already thought so, but if you don't mind I'm going to freshen up, maybe also a shave. Have to make a good impression on that talk show tonight. Don't worry ''Eugene'' I will leave the TV on so you can watch me''.

*Later that evening...

''Good evening everyone, this show we have amazing actor Henry Cavill joining us ! I have to say Henry you're looking sharp tonight how do you do it?'' 

''Hahaha thank you. What can I say see maybe it's just all in the genes.''

''So you say I'm a hopeless case?'' The presenter asked.

''You never know what can change in your life you never know.''

#male body swap #male body switch #needsastory

[hazelcephalopod]

The Great Hunt Ch 11-12

Travel and conversations are had. Some satisfactory others anything but.

Disclaimer: this is my first read thru but I’ve watched all of the show thus far and been spoiled on some book things. So… I’m going to lean into that. Enjoy figuring out what I know, and what I think I know, and what I just don’t. Also s/x I add commentary when I edit.

Spoilers for the first and second book and all of season 1 under the cut. Potential spoilers for later books -idk if they’re light spoilers or not.

Will this be the last of 2021 or first or 2022? Depends on where you live I guess.

Ch 11

Wot symbol

POV ??? Probably Rand?

Uno saw that woman again at the little village of horrors

2 paragraphs in and it’s Rand indeed

Yup. That was honestly more terrifying than the Fades demise

“He wished Moiraine was there to talk to.” - (Rand) lmao. Ffs

Yea don’t think that was anything to do with the Light.

I mean it’s real to you certainly. Even if it’s not to anyone else it’s no less terrifying

Feel like there’d be more evidence if they’d been taken but idk

… I hope he’s wrong. He’s certainly not. But I wish he was

Well that was nice I guess. Surprise gifts from Moiraine with very specific instruction. (I soon learn it was a terrible gift. Again)

“…if anything happens to me, the lances will follow you.” - Ingtar to Rand dunno how to feel about that either.

So much for letting him choose his own path

…at least pretending to

Fuckers. “You will do your duty, if it comes to it.” -Ingtar.

People! Consent!

“You will find the Horn, and you will take it where it belongs. *You will*.” -Ingtar to Rand on who commands if Ingtar dies.

:/

He’s a bit whiny but also! Fair! It’s not washing the dishes it’s being in line to control a small army! And no one even asked

It’s the fucking banner isn’t it? Throw it in a lake!

… I don’t think there’s a lake nearby sadly

….. and the lake would probably spit it out

Yup! Flaming dragon banner

Gotta say if I’m supposed to be very irritated I am. It worked

I’m also mildly amused which is an odd combination tbh

Ffs Mat

Rand?! Talking to his friends? About life and problems

Do wish it were under better circumstances

Well that’s almost as bad as it could go I suppose

Well I am disappointed but I was expecting this. I will always miss Mat and Rand scraping by on the road

Well that wasn’t very helpful but at least they know what’s wrong with you now.

Also… Moiraine just didn’t buy the other two fancy clothes? That’s kinda funny and sad

Yea bury it! Good idea!

That is not burying it

POV change!

To… Padan Fain?

What exactly did he do to you?

I think it was very bad…

He’s got the dagger stolen cuz of course

12 Darkfriends left

20 Trollocs. Fain’s Trollocs (he can control them…)

Ohhh. He did indeed do whatever the fuck that was to the Myrddraal

Oh. They do have the villagers. That’s unfortunate

And now they’re dead

So that sucks

Yea don’t join the Dark One

I don’t recall the blade ever being used… does it do more than a normal blade? I imagine it does. Other then just spread the evil of Shadar Logoth

“He could not feel al’Thor, now… perhaps al’Thor was doing his vanishing trick. Sometimes, in the keep, the boy had suddenly vanished from Fain’s senses. He did not know how…” -(Fain)

Uhhh

“Come to me, al’Thor. The dance is not even begun yet. We’ll dance in Toman Head, and I’ll be free of you. I’ll see you dead at last.” -Fain.

Ch 12

The FoTV

POV Egwene!

Oh it’s several days ago too! Cool?

Yes. The Amyrlin was the target /s

Right Agelmar’s to a fault hospitality

“[Siuan’s] eyes came to rest on Egwene and Nynaeve, piercing eyes that seemed to Egwene to be seeing everything about herself she wanted to keep secret.” -(Egwene) still in the courtyard

Of course. Would expect nothing else

Ohh. The girls holding hands as reassurance

“So these are your two, Moiraine.” -Siuan

‘Tis

“She had seen Master Padwhin, the carpenter back home, look at his tools much the same way the Amyrlin was looking at the two of them.” -(Egwene)

Ritual farewell!

Oh right! Bela!

I mean I guess there’s nowhere to go but south?

Oh so at least 24 in Ingtars party

Oh southwest!

Interesting there are mostly Blues in this party.

And they do have tents

2 Greens. 4 Warders

Mmm the Lanaeve angst romance continues. ‘We can’t. But we want to. But we can’t!’

Aww poor Nynaeve

Agreed Nynaeve. Moiraine is sly and far from done

Verin!

“…once Manetheren. Strong flood, that. It sings.” Verin on the TR.

… that singing thing keeps coming up

Ok so Egwene has been channeling for some time. And that’s dangerous without help because you can die.

“Of every four women forced to do what you did, only one survives.” -Verin to Nynaeve

Knowing does serve a purpose I’d say. I don’t know what but I find it more helpful to know than not

And I feel like everyone would have benefitted from this.

Channeling lessons!

Lore. So it’s harder to channel at the beginning. To grasp the Power and to control it but gets easier as time goes by. But Egwene’s trouble is dealing with the after effects. The possible unintended effects of the Power

Aes Aedai: Sheriam, Mistress of Novices. Haven’t met her in person yet

Lol. Verin: ‘You want the basic courses and shit work or the good classes and no shit work?’ Nynaeve: ‘Fine, the later.

Oh meditation practice. Cool

Always seems to need meditation. To channel that is in some form

Sure it does /s

Hey she did it. Well she channeled. And the blankets caught fire.

I mean normal people can be conniving bastards too

Alanna interested in Rand huh…

Liandrin is the worst.

Another part of the River Erinin I hope it is a better part

Egwene is dreaming about Rand

Ah yes the unnamed Yellow Ajah woman

Oh shit Moiraine and Lan left two days ago without a word. Liandrin followed them and Verin followed them. Without her Warder Tomas who is very worried now

Uhh Egwene dreamt of Ba’alzamon. A woman with a shadow over her face, hiding her via visage, eyes shining like the moon, an evil woman. Standing over Rand asleep on the ground, wrapped in his cloak. And the feel of a trap about to close

Anaiya believed her! At least is considering it possible! Egwene could be a Dreamer who can have Foretelling abilities. A rare ability

And she sets to board the River Queen

#series of many thoughts on twot #< block or filter to stop seeing these posts #Tgh #tgh spoilers #the great hunt #wot #the wheel of time #wheel of time #wot book spoilers #twot book spoilers #twot book

[invalid-prongs]

Ties

thank you milo – @/_siriuslysirius on instagram – for letting me use your headcanon as a prompt for this!! it was super fun to write!!

there are three things constant in this world, according to remus lupin.

1. sirius black is a smug little bitch.

2. peter pettigrew might be the only sane marauder.

3. remus lupin cannot tie a tie to save his own life.

with a defeated groan, remus pulls at the fabric hanging around his neck. it slips out from under his collar, falling from his shoulder like a waterfall, and pooling on the wooden floor at his feet.

“blasted thing,” he mutters, kicking the satin material towards the mirror in defeat. “fuck it, i just won’t wear one.”

“it’s a black-tie event,” a voice calls from the doorway, and remus jumps lightly, glaring at the lad’s reflection. “i think not wearing one sort of defeats the point.”

remus narrows his eyes sharply. “then i just won’t go to the bloody thing.”

sirius chuckles lightly, grinning widely. “you’re coming,” he nods, eyes sparkling. “if i have to stick with prongs all night alone because you can’t function as a human being—”

he cuts himself off as he enters the dorm, shaking his head. he moves over to remus, picking up the tie from the floor and folding it in his hands.

“you won’t be alone. you have marlene.”

remus ignores the way sirius stiffens at the mention of her. “yeah, well… whatever.”

he turns to the taller lad, holding up the black satin. “do you want me to do it for you?”

for a moment, remus forgets how to breathe. the world around him disappears as he stares down at sirius, whose eyes are lit up like fireworks, smile warm and loving. the shorter lad clears his throat, catching remus’ attention.

“sorry, um,” he blinks quickly, pulling himself back into reality. “yeah, sure, if you want.”

“rad.” sirius grins, leaning closer, and for a moment, remus’ heart freezes – is he going to kiss me?

“look, listen, learn.”

remus watches his best friend’s movements unevenly in the mirror. the way his hands brush remus’ neck gently, the way they fold around the material, as if he were born tying a tie.

“there,” sirius’ hands slide down from remus’ neck to rest on his shoulders. “now you look sophisticated enough to know what you’re doing.”

remus nods slowly, waiting for the other lad to step away, but he never does. for a moment, they just stare at each other, hidden emotions resting just beyond the colour of their eyes, blissful silence enveloping the scene.

and then the door flies open.

“oi, fuckers!” the voice of james potter shatters the moment, and sirius steps away quickly. “we’re all waiting for you down here, hurry up!”

sirius rolls his eyes. “shut up, prongs, we’re on our way!” and then he brushes past as if nothing happened.

“moony?” james’ voice is soft, a lot closer now. “hey, are you alright?”

realising he hasn’t moved, the taller lad clears his throat, nodding, and turns to face his best friend. “yeah,” his throat feels tight. “yeah, let’s go.”

they make their way down the spiral staircase to where everybody else is waiting for them.

james’ smile brightens as he takes lily’s arm, who’s wearing a forest green dress that compliments both her hair and eyes beautifully. mary’s dress is a warm yellow that reminds remus of summer and sunflowers, and it suits her figure perfectly, as well as matching peter’s tie.

marlene’s is a gentle purple, and it somehow goes with sirius’ suit. remus forces himself to look away as she takes his arm, and instead smiles at dorcas, who also hasn’t got a date, despite how amazing she looks in her honey-brown dress.

“hey, look!” sirius points to the pair giddily. “moony, your eyes match dory’s dress!”

he chuckles lightly, although it sounds a little choked and suffocated. “yeah, i guess.”

the group set off for the great hall without much further conversation. lily and james lead, followed by marlene and sirius, peter and mary, and then remus and dorcas, who slowly gravitate towards each other.

“how come you didn’t come with anybody?” dorcas asks gingerly as they take a seat at an empty table whilst the others go to dance.

i’m in love with sirius. “nobody i liked asked.”

“so, you like someone?”

damn it. “not entirely what i said.”

“but it’s true,” she pushes gently, shifting closer to whisper. “is it marlene?”

remus’ jaw drops. “no!” he hisses a little too loudly. “i mean—not that she isn’t amazing, she’s just…” he trails off, lost for words. “not my type?”

“alright,” she nods slowly. “good, because she’s exactly my type.”

he splutters. “you and marlene?”

“what? you’re not against it, are you?”

“no, no!” he recovers quickly, eyes scanning the room to find where marlene is whispering something in sirius’ ear, who’s laughing brightly. “i just… her and sirius…”

“oh please,” dorcas scoffs, leaning back in her seat. “everybody knows sirius black is a raging homosexual. he likes queen, he likes bowie, for merlin’s sake! he is the gayest of the gays!”

remus reels back, eyes widening. “he’s what?”

“oh, shit, you didn’t—"

“hey guys!” sirius grins as he and marlene collapse into two of the seats at the table, cutting off the conversation. “hey, moony, are you alright? you look like you’ve just seen somebody burn chocolate.”

he slams his jaw shut, nodding quickly, staring at dorcas questioningly. she shrugs before turning away and striking up a conversation with marlene.

“prongs looks happy.”

“hm?”

sirius jabs his thumb to where james is spinning lily around, both smiling gently as she reaches up to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“i’m happy for him,” remus leans back in his seat. “maybe now we won’t have to hear his midnight ranting.”

the black-haired lad bursts into laughter, shaking his head, and it takes all of his might for remus to not stare hopelessly at him.

“come on,” sirius pulls himself up, holding out a hand. “let’s leave these two to themselves, we’re going to dance.”

remus grimaces. “i don’t dance.”

“you do now.”

without warning, he’s pulled to his feet by sirius, who drags him through the crowd until they’re nearly in the centre.

“this is fun!” cheers sirius as he grabs one of the other lad’s hands and spins himself around. “come on, don’t be such a spoil sport.”

he sighs. “sirius, i can’t dance.”

“what? oh, come on, everybody can dance!”

remus shakes his head, dropping his tone. “half-blood werewolves don’t get taught to waltz by their parents.”

sirius’ face softens as he takes both of his friend’s hands and pulls their bodies closer.

“then i’ll teach you.”

remus tries to pull away in protest, but then sirius is pulling him around the dancefloor, spinning this way and that, and all he can focus on is how pretty the shorter lad is right now.

i wish i could kiss you.

“what was that?”

he blinks quickly. “uh, um, nothing,” he blushes. keep your thoughts to yourself, lupin, honestly!

sirius gives him a quizzical look but keeps leading him through the steps. they don’t stop, no matter how many times remus steps on his toes or messes up the routine, until a softer, more gentle song plays through the hall.

the couple’s dance.

“this was fun,” remus swallows thickly, going to pull away as the mood lightens with the soft pink lights. “um, we should, like, go.”

he pretends not to notice the disappointment on sirius’ face. “oh, yeah, we should,” he nods, eyes darting around. “wait, actually, hold on—”

he steps closer, and remus’ breath catches in his throat. sirius’ hands close on the front of his shirt, a small, lopsided grin resting on his lips.

“your tie’s coming loose.”

no, it isn’t, he thinks, lowering his head, but sirius simply holds his jaw, pushing his head up before going back to fiddling with his tie. and for the sake of having just a few precious moments feeling sirius’ breath running along his collarbones, remus doesn’t pull back.

when sirius is done, remus looks down and smiles. “thanks.”

he nods in reply, and then everything blurs. the notes of the song crash together as the couples surrounding them blend into the background of the setting. sirius grabs the lapels of remus’ tux jacket as the other leans down.

and then they collide in a mess of colours and feelings and emotions. they press together, melting into the other as if they were made for this very moment, and remus pours everything he has into this one single kiss.

in the end, it’s him pulling back slightly, one hand on sirius’ hip and the other holding his cheek, thumb stroking over his cheekbone gently.

“wow,” sirius breathes lightly, laughing. “oh, shit, wow.”

“yeah,” remus agrees, and then they’re kissing again.

faintly, he thinks he hears the cheering of marlene, he can sense the smirking of james, but he blocks it all out. all he focuses on is sirius’ lips moulding with his, warm and gentle, slightly awkward, but definitely more experienced than remus.

and in that moment, everything feels perfect.

#i love this #it's so wholesome #wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #yule ball #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #lily evans #jily #dorlene #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #peter pettigrew #peter x mary #mary x peter #james x lily #lily x james #dorcas x marlene #marlene x dorcas #lgbt #pride #harry potter #marauders #hogwarts #gryffindor #slytherin #ravenclaw #hufflepuff

[apenapaperandadoofus]

"least to most bottom of the RFA" you say 👀

CONSIDER THIS A REQUEST MY FRIEND

Hehehehehe THANK YOU

I actually came up with this bc I had a stress dream that I was writing request and I was writing smth like this and since then I have not thought of anything else ANSNSNSND

Least to most bottom MM characters:

12. Rika

This bitch will not. Back. Down.

She is a full on top, fuck you

Nah but really you will not make this woman bend down to your will, it has to be the other way. She has to feel the power! The control!

(and of course if we want to get into more of the psychological stuff it's also bc of that bitch ass pastor that did that to her as a child, and to him I wish him a very fuck you and fuck off, BUT ANYWAY)

This woman will not back down. If you try and make her a bottom she will act like she's backing down until she turns the tables and you're the one that's pinned against the bed or wall. It's a fight you cannot win 🙂

11. Unknown

No.

No matter how much you want to pin that little fucker down, he will not. Let. You.

He doesn't want to feel vulnerable.

Still, that doesn't mean he won't do it every once in a full moon or smth where hee will maaaaybe let you be the dominant one. Of course he will still be ordering you around, so who's really the one in control?

10. Jumin

Jumin is also a power top, although every once in a while he'd change the pace of things for a bit.

He wouldn't go super far as too havig to full on freaking beg, but he'd come pretty close to that point if you hold him down and start straddling him. He wouldn't mind getting tied up too y'know? Just not all the way. Maybe once in a while you can tie his arms behind him and straddle him, and he will literally go crazy because he just can't touch you, and you just feel. So. Good.

9. Vanderwood

He's a bottom brat whenever he switches andbdbfnfn

Listen, once in a while you'll both change pace, and he'll be all like "pft, your think you can make me kneel down? No way in hell." To be a few minutes later begging for you to let him come and to please, please just fuck him!

8. Suit

But Amanda, what about Unknown and how he wasn't a bottom? Isn't Suit basically Unknown but in his early stage?

And to that I say yes but I love brat bottom boys so you will have to deal with it ajdhdhdb

Listen to me.

TOPPING THIS MAN? YES PLEASE???

Also since he does still have a bit of Ray in him, y'know he likes being pinned down.

He will be an absolute bastard though. He will curse and yell the whole time, but then once you finally get him?

Oh he will beg for you non stop like Lin Manuel Miranda said in his Hamilton musical songs "Non-Stop"

He L O V E S being tied down. Not Lin btw I mean Suit lol.

Not with blindfolds tho, that would be far too much. But to be served his own medicine for once? Honestly he's kinda into it. He loves the dominant glint in your eye, how commanding you are, basically how you're not taking ANY of his BS.

It is my personal hc since I'm a horny bitch, that suit would actually be into being a bottom, but he's just a bit shy about it, and yes, he can be a top too which is why he's not all the way down, but you know being a bottom is a guilty pleasure for this boy.

He likes that shit.

7. Zen

He's also mostly a switch, except he isn't much of a brat. He's more of a chill bottom. You tell him you want to be on top today? Sure thing baby let me just get the blindfold.

He's totally up for it, and he loves seeing you taking control and being confident. That's what he likes the most. Of course, he'd much rather be the one gripping your wrists on top of you and banging ya like there's no tomorrow.

6. Jaehee

YES

This woman hasn't really dated anyone or anything except her work, so she's definetly a bit inexperienced. That's why she'll look to you to take the lead!

Jaehee should be spoiled alright, so please take care of this woman with your life and make her have the time of her life

5. GE! Saeran

This boy is also a sort of power bottlom. Sometimes he will take the lead and oh god, is he great at that, but other times? When he's a bottom, he's a BOTTOM

He will gasp and moan at every little touch, he absolutely adores getting praised, and he loves it when you watch him with that glint of lust in your eyes.

Boy when he's a bottom he's just: chefs kiss 💋👌👌

4. Saeyoung

He's also an amazing top, but when he switches and becomes a bottom he's also AMAZING. He's at the top of the bottoms (hahahaha funny)

He also likes being pinned down and given orders, to have to b e g.

He also likes praise a lot like his brother pft.

And he's also a lot into being tied up, blindfolds, all that. No matter if it's you or him. The only thing he's a bit iffy about is basically hitting him and for very obvious reasons, but appart from that he's up for anything wink wink.

3. Ray

Do I have to even explain? Like??? Do I really???

His middle name is BOTTOM.

When you look him up in the dictionary it says in bold letters and in the whole page BOTTOM.

His name means BOTTOM.

He's too shy to start anything up by himself, he needs you to take the lead so he knows he's not doing anything wrong. This boy will bend to your will so fucking easily, he's a fucking spaghetti, you can grab him and twist him around your finger akfkfnfn

Just praise him and he'll be so happy. Just imagine when -milking him dry- EHEM he'd just beg and his eyes would be all teary and OH LORD YES BOTTOM RAY ALL THE WAY WHOOP.

2. Yoosung

It is literally cannon he's a masochist. Literally. This boy loves it. He's like s puppy. He will look at you with adoration the whole time, and will follow all of your orders. He'd happily go down on all fours for you, he'd literally do ANYTHING

Also I have said this so many times and I will say it again,

P e g h i m

This man is PERFECT FOR IT, DON'T WASTE THE OPPORTUNITY AND TEASE THE FUCK OUT OF THIS MAN, MAKE 👏 HIM 👏 BEG👏

1. V

Dude. This man is a bottom and nothing else, NOTHING ELSE

PEG HIM TOO! (Pfttttttt basically the last two of the list are just me going PEG HIM over and over again lmao.)

You cannot tell me this man is a top. You simply can't.

He is a bottom boy. Just don't blindfold him bc ✨trauma✨

Appart from that tie him up, edge him do whatever else you want. This man will look at you with tears in the corner of his eyes, barely able to speak. "M-MC... please....I-I just c-can't anymore...." He'd whisper.

God I know he isn't my favorite but I would dffinetly date him just for this holy fuck.

God am I horny and touch starved I need jesus

Anyway now go and read the bible and bathe in holy water, and I'll save you all a spot next to me in hell :D

#mystic messenger #jumin han #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #choi bois #jihyun mysme #mysme #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #mysme zen

[tear-soaked-cheeksdonteverlast]

45 and 70 ? :D

Thank you so much! I hope you like it! if not, I'll try again with much love and care!

45. Hurt/Comfort and 70. Secrets Revealed/Accidental Confessions

Never have I ever seemed like a pretty innocent party game when they started. This soon changed when the trust fund kids decided to gang up on the few student grant kids in the fraternity.

Ian was just getting more annoyed, but he could see this affecting one of the other grant students a lot more.

"Never have I ever lied to Emergency Room personnel." Trey grinned.

This was clearly the final straw after a long line of questions clearly meant to rile up kids who didn't grow up with a golden spoon in their mouth.

The other boy, Mickey, Ian thought was his name, threw his beer bottle across the room, shattering it with a loud bang against the wall. He stood up and flipped everyone else in the circle off.

"Awh, look at baby Milkovich. Can't the Southside thug handle a silly little game." Oliver teased.

Ian looked at Mickey. The pain he was in, was clear as day. "Any of you spoiled fuckers wouldn't survive an hour on the Southside." Mickey tried to bite back, but he couldn't quite get the heat in his voice to back his statement.

The other boys laughed, except Ian and one more grant kid. Ian's blood was boiling.

Mickey turned his back to walk away back to his room.

One of the other boys opened his mouth, but Ian already interrupted him. his words were poisonous, "Don't even think about it. He's right. None of you brats would survive an hour on the Southside before crying for your rich parents and carefree life. If you want someone to taunt, try me."

Ian squared his shoulders, the room growing completely quiet. "Come on, then. Junks for parents, dirt poor, five siblings, bastard, in and out of foster care, mental issues, dishonourable discharge from the army, hooker, history major, gay. Take your fucking pick."

No one dared to say anything.

"That's what I thought. You're all fucking pussies, only trying to single us out for shits and giggles and make fun of our hardship, while you can't even handle someone putting you in your place. You're the pathetic ones." Ian bit at them, before turning his back and chasing after Mickey.

Ian found him in his room, eyes red and puffy, on his bed, drawing. He knocked softly. Mickey's head snapped around, only relaxing when he registered that it was just Ian.

"Can I come in? Those douchebags are terrible company."

Mickey sent him a weak smile and nodded. He put his moleskin under his pillow.

Ian sat down next to him on his bed. Mickey turned to sit cross-legged next to him, leaning in a tiny bit.

"Heard you go off just now. Thanks, but I don't deserve it. I acted like a fucking pussy."

Ian shook his head. "No, they're just dicks trying to get a reaction out of one of the three of us. They had no right."

Mickey sighed and leaned in a bit more. "I shouldn't have let it get to me. This one just hurt somehow."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Ian didn't know Mickey that well yet. They had just started their first semester together, but he could at least try, right?

At first Mickey shook his head, but then he sighed again and nodded.

"You don't have to if you don't feel like it. You owe me nothing."

"Shut up, Gallagher. Might as well tell you my sob story, because I'm sure you've been there as well."

Ian had been in the position of having to lie to doctors before, but judging from Mickey's posture, the circumstances weren't similar at all.

"My dad's an abusive piece of shit. My cousins and brothers have always been older, sheltered by my uncles, or just agreeable dumbasses that didn't 'need obedience smacked into them'. Whenever that motherfucker was drunk, something went wrong, he saw one of my siblings act in a way he didn't like, or whatever the fuck else, he took it out on us. Mainly on me, because I was the smartest and dared to run my mouth every now and again. My sister also didn't get a free pass, being at the wrong end of the abuse whenever I wasn't there or when he was drunk and our mother wasn't around anymore. Anyways, plenty of trips to the ER with cuts, buises, and broken bones. The hardest to explain away where the time he shot me in the shoulder when he found out I hadn't stopped drawing since he beat it out of me when I was 6. Shot me again in the ass when he found out I'd lost my virginity to a guy in the park. Always had to make up stories to keep social services away. Couldn't let them split up Mandy and me. Even Colin and Iggy, they're dumb as shit, but they're family." Mickey spilled, tears running freely, as if they were finally able to flow after being repressed for years.

Ian stared at him in disbelieve. What the fuck. He suddenly felt the urge to go back to Mickey's parental home and burn it down with that motherfucker locked inside. "Fuck, man."

Mickey sniffled. "Yeah."

Ian didn't even think about it and wrapped an arm around Mickey's shoulders. To his surprise, he leaned in more instead of shrugging it off.

"But we survived and that motherfucker is now six feed under."

"Thank fuck for that."

Mickey chuckled weakly once. "Thank fuck indeed."

"I'm proud of you." Ian uttered, looking at Mickey with soft eyes.

"Why?" Mickey's eyes were still puffy and red, but the tears were fading.

"You survived. No, scrap that. You fucking thrived. You're pursuing a degree, are an amazing artist, took care of your siblings through terrible hardship..."

Mickey's cheeks flushed. "I'm no hero, just a boy with a very shitty dad."

Ian didn't know how to react, but to pull him onto his lap and hold him close. "You are, Mick. You're a hero to me and your siblings."

Mickey tried to protest, but let himself revel in Ian's warmth. He never knew just how much he needed a hug until now.

"Shut up, Gallagher. They might not dare to tease your buff gay ass, but I sure do."

Ian smiled and rested his head on Mickey's. "Like I mind, Milkovich."

Mickey drifted off to a silent slumber, the first he had in years, while Ian held him, playing with his hair and studying his face. He vowed to himself there and then to protect Mickey at all cost. He deserved only good things after a young life filled with so much hardship and pain.

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#shameless #shameless fic #gallavich #gallavich prompts

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HeliosR - Keith Max Card story ‘‘Good for nothing hero’’

Translation of Keith Max’s 3* initial card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Keith: (Haaah, haven’t won a single time today….)

Keith: (My fault for playing biliards when I’m drunk to begin with, eh~ Everything around me is spinning, my aim’s off too… But well, ‘s not like I can pass up a drink or so)

Keith: (Uugh, feeling kinda all wobbly now… Which means that I ain’t had enough alcohol yet. Should have some more when I’m back. There oughta be some beer left in the fridge…)

Young boy: ...S-someone, help…!

Keith: Mh?

Aggressive boy: Fucker, shut your mouth! Just give us your money already!

Young boy: I-I won’t! I’m absolutely not handing it over…!

Rough boy: Haah? Think ya got any rights to refuse or what? Just fucking give it!

Young boy: Wah….!?

Keith: (Aaah…. Carelessly ran into some shakedown going on. Whatta pain in the ass…)

Keith: (There’s two of ‘em… Sigh, guess I’ll do it)

Rough boy: Heeh? Ain’t you pretty loaded

Young boy: P-please give my wallet back…! I’ve been working hard to save up that money….

Aggressive boy: Don’t give a shit ‘bout that. If ya got anythin’ else on ya better hand it-....

Keith: Oi, both of ya.

Rough boy: The hell are you

Keith: I said to give it back. Didn’t get it the first time or what?

Aggressive boy: Hah. Thinking we’ll listen to you beg, huh, don’t make me laugh!

Keith: ….It actually served as warning

Aggressive boy: Looks to me that yer beggin’ to be punched… Don’t get in our fucking way, got it!

Keith: Hmmm?

Aggressive boy: Wha…!? He dodged it!?

Keith: More the type to be all bark no bite, aren'tcha

Rough boy: Damnit, don’t fuck with me…!

Keith: Too slow

Rough boy: Wh- since when did he get behind m-...!?

Keith: Ya ain’t gon’ be landing any punches when leaving that many openings

Keith: And with that, we’ll be returning this now

Rough boy: Fuck, fuck, fuck- it hurts! L-let go…! My arm’s gonna break…!

Keith: Drop that wallet and I’ll release ya

Rough boy: Haah!? Wai- stop, it hurts!

Keith: Just so you know, I’m actually holding myself back here, see? Being a hero means I can’t go breaking around people’s arms and all. Still, think it’d be in your best interest if you drop that wallet sooner or later~

Rough boy: I’ll give it back! I will, so just stop already….!

Keith: Alright, got it now

Rough boy: Gh...goddamnit! Won’t fucking forget this…!

Aggressive boy: H-hey! Don’ leave me behind!

Keith: Uwah, I’m feeling even more wobblier… as if I’m more drunk than before...

Young boy: U-um… Y-you’re..

Keith: Oh, you good?

Young boy: Y-yes…

Keith: Here, lemme give back your wallet. The public order’s pretty bad around these parts, don’t recommend walking around here with too much cash on ya

Young boy: I-I’m sorry… Thank you, very much…

Keith: Well, I’m off~

Young boy: P-please wait a second…!

Keith: ? What now

Young boy: Uuum, are you perhaps a hero from Helios…?

Keith: Well, more or less…

Young boy: I knew it….! I, have been aspiring to become a hero for a long time now. ...And, seeing how you saved me now, has made these feelings of wanting to become a hero like you even stronger…!

Keith: …….

Young boy: That’s why I’ll… have to work hard too…

Keith: Listen, stop with this whole “hero” thing~  I keep getting scolded by my fellow collegue, I can’t smoke whenever, and as for drinking… well, I can pretty much drink and all, but at any rate I ain’t anything decent

Young boy: Eh, but… I’ll, I’ll be supporting you…! Please continue to do your best

Keith: …’s time to go. Be careful on yer way home~

-

Keith: Haah… I’m beat… I’mma lay down here for the time being. Phew...

Keith: I’m all outta stamina ‘cuz of that either… Don’t feel like getting up to grab some alcohol either. But since I don’t wanna move...

Keith: Should be able to use my hero power in times like these instead… and hup

Keith: Oooh, got it, got it. Man, this power’s real damn handy~ Can easily use it without needing to walk to the fridge

Junior: What the fuck was that, Shitty mentor! The hell you doing!

Keith: Junior, you’re here, eh…I’m getting a drink here, as you can see

Junior: Haah? Don’t use your power for pointless things like that

Keith: Does it matter, ain’t like I can use it up either

Keith: Besides, I’m exhausted from working too much today. Lemme have enjoy myself by using my own power however I’d like to for a bit

Junior: Working too much? You’re just saying whatever at this point

Keith: It’s the truth. I helped out some dashing young lad, wish I could’ve shown it to ya~

Junior: Hard to believe when it’s coming from a guy sprawled all over the couch

Keith: Yeah, yeah, don’t really care if you don’t believe me. Why would ya look at this, it’s time for spoiled lil’ brats to go to bed. Now scamper off and get ready to sleep. G’night~

Junior: Hey, don’t fucking change the subject like that now! Also, I’m NOT some brat--!

Junior: Seriously, how the hell is there even some irresponsible hero like you… It’d feel like some kind of joke if someone had to go up against you...

Junior: And neither will I give a shit if you drink yourself dead, by the way

Keith: …..

Keith: Finally it got quiet, now I can peacefully enjoy my drink… Although sitting like this kinda hurts my back so I’ll have to get up, eh....

Keith: Puhaah, this new beer’s pretty tasty~ Guess I gotta stock up on these next

Keith: Anyway, becoming a hero like me, eh… guess there’s all kinds of guys with strange tastes out there in the world

Keith: ….Huh? Drank all of my beer already…Bit of a pain in the ass to use my hero power now, maybe I’ll go to bed...

Keith: Nah, it’d be better to give up on becoming a hero like me~ Hic

#heliosR #helios rising heroes #keith max #leonard wright jr.