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binniedeactivated · 3 years

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as dads... 👨🏻‍🍼

a/n; i’m sorryyy i’ve been in a fluffy mood lately I haven’t posted smut in a while but I promise I will! enjoy this though <3

soobin -

bro, he’s the clueless dad

doesn’t know anything about being a parent. is lazy about preparing to be a dad but he has a few tricks up his sleeve

everything would fluster the hell out of him. when the baby poops, when the baby pees, when they baby pukes, or when the baby cries he’d get surprised about it every single time as if it doesn’t happen

you know those type of dads where everything is literally a learning moment for them? yes, that’s soobin

is a dorky dad

his children will most likely own him, he won’t own his children

type of dad that gets beat up by his toddler kids for absolutely nothing

they walk in and kick him in the shin while he’s cooking

or pull his hair while he’s trying to read to them before bed

feel like his daughter would be the exact replica of him like seriously, would have his his whole entire face and matching dimples

with that being said, is an absolute sucker for his daughter

gives her anything she wants even if she’s a spoiled brat he’s scared to say no

needs his wife to teach him how to put his foot down

i feel like soobin’s son would be wild asf lmao

repeats every inappropriate thing that soobin says

“daddy? what does bullshit mean?”.

will scold his kids if they’re acting too wild but they never listen to him so it doesn’t really matter

again, he needs his wife to help discipline the kids

i know it can be quite common for parents of color (minorities) to hit their children but in my opinion I don’t really think soobin would hit his kids all that much

he would pay a lot of attention to them though and know them like the back of his hand but he can’t really control the shit that goes on in his wild household

his wife will mainly come home every night to a messy kitchen and messy living room with soobin passed out on the couch and the kids curled on top of him snoring

all in all he loves them though, they’re his babies <3

yeonjun --

honestly, yeonjun is a pretty attentive father

i think he would be veryyyyy playful and affectionate

would want to do EVERYTHING with the baby

want to cook, want to clean, want to watch tv, want to talk to him/her and hold them all the time

has separation anxiety when his children are away from him for too long

even if he’s at work he’ll face time his wife often just so he can see the baby

if he takes his kids to the park he’s literally watching their every move

will still hug and kiss them on their cheeks and forehead no matter how old they get

extremely overprotective

no really, don’t touch yeonjun’s babies unless you want to die

protects his daughter from anyone that tries to date her

i think yeonjun’s son would most likely pick up one of his talents and his daughter will pick up the other

his son can sing and his daughter could dance, vice versa

encourages them to follow their dreams

supports anything and EVERYTHING they

definitely documents everything lmao, even if it’s small he’ll record or take a picture

will make a photo album of all of his children’s achievements

is the type of dad that’s always talking about his kids

literally fr--he mentions them in every conversation

he’s just a proud dad alright? don’t judge him

i think yeonjun’s children would be extremely well behaved and well kept

mostly because yeonjun doesn’t play around LMAO

nah fr, he’s a dad that knows how to scold and punish. his kids know better than to cross him

gives his kids anything they want

takes them on vacations allllll the time

universal studios, disney world, legoland, you name it and he already booked the trip

honestly the type of dad that’s always somewhere having fun with his kids and posting photos on social media

is IN LOVE with being a dad

beomgyu --

lmao beomie is the cool dad

literally will talk to his baby like he/she is grown

“i’m tired of this show. you want to watch netflix? big mouth has a new episode”.

“can you stop crying? that’s weird. all you did was pee. you’re acting you’re a baby or something”.

“why don’t you just use words? tell me when you’re hungry. stop acting like you can’t talk”. (his baby is literally 2 months old)

loves sleeping with his babies the most. loves when they cuddle with him in bed and just fall asleep in his arms and on his chest

plays with them all the time, chasing them around the house playing laser tag or ‘the floor is lava’ lmao

loves playing video games with them, doesn’t let them win just because they’re young

will literally beat them in every game with no remorse, he just tells them they have to learn how to beat him

when they’re older he’ll literally let them do whatever they want

“dad can I go to a party?”. “sure whatever”.

“dad I’m going to a club with my friends”. “alright. be safe”.

“dad I think I’m pregnant”. “damn how that happen? I hope your baby’s father isn’t ugly tbh”.

is the type of dad that will lie to his wife about their children’s bad grades to save their asses

always sugar coats the parent teacher conferences to his wife, telling her that they’re the star students (even if they’re bad as hell)

laughs when one of his kids curse

teaches them the cheat codes to getting what they want in life

his kids ADORE him lmfao

is the most understanding and caring dad there is

taehyun --

strict dad who is a good listener lmao

i think taehyun would be more prepared when he knows he’s about to be a parent. of course he knows he doesn’t know everything but this man would be so prepared lmao

literally would do research on different things just to try and get a better understanding of how children’s minds work

his kids would be baby geniuses please

his daughter would be playing mozart on the piano at the age of two

his son would be a mathematician at four

LMAO i feel like his kids would be smart and mean ASF

literally the bougie kids at school with the latest clothes and shoes and don’t want to associate with the dumber kids

spoiled ROTTEN by taehyun will literally call him for the smallest inconvenience

“dad can you put more money on my credit card? I’m feeling sad today”

“dad I need a spa day”.

and yes taehyun will do these things for them at the drop of a dime

i feel like he’s the type of dad that knows everything, literally can’t outsmart him

if one of his children lies he already knows that they’re lying and already has evidence to prove it

I don’t think any of his children would ever lie to him though lmao taehyun don’t play that shit

type of dad that will allow his spoiled ass kids to live in his house for as long as they want without requiring them to move out

absolutely weak for them

will set up bank accounts and college funds for them

literally does EVERYTHING for them i cannot stress this ENOUGH

will buy their first apartment if they want it

will buy them their first cars

taehyun’s kids : part time job? what’s that?

type of dad that his kids can talk about anything and everything with and they love him for it

can be a crackhead dad too, will do the craziest shit to make his kids laugh

his kids are his world <3

kai --

lmfao i feel like kai is the fine line between being prepared and not knowing what the fuck to do every second

literally needs his wife because he’ll get anxiety trying to make big decisions for them

i think he would be at his prime parenting during the toddler stage since he has a lot of energy. he would bring his kids to trampoline parks and bounce house places allllll the time

his kids’ fondest childhood memories would be somewhere in a bounce house jumping and having fun with their dad

would also love turning on a soft playlist and have coloring sessions with them

is the type to make his kids dress like him, oversized sweaters, baggy jeans and cute sneakers

would buy his kids matching outfits and toys

also would be big on accessories i think. would love buying them cute backpacks, lunchboxes, and pens and pencils lmao

i think kai’s children would be chaotic as helllllllllllll

extremely hyperactive and don’t know the concept of bedtime

has frequent food fights in the kitchen

whenever they take a bath they get suds all over the floor

they eat and nap in the kitchen cabinets even though kai specifically told them not to do that

kids would be EXTREMELY cute so it would always be hard for kai to scold them

his version of scolding is literally, “hey don’t do that”. will never yell or hit

can never find a babysitter for when him and his wife have date nights because his children are always on a rampage

and when they do have do have date nights his children always find a way to facetime him fifteen hundred times about nothing

i think out of all kids, kai’s kids would be the baddest ones in school just because of the contrast lmfaoo

his son draws curse words on his desk

his daughter gets into fights all the time

parent teacher conferences are the funniest because kai is smiling no matter how bad the teacher says his kids are

literally cannot control them LMAO

but they’re so funny and sweet to him he can’t help but become weak for them

when they’re older though I feel like they’ll mellow out only a little but still kinda rebellious

kai is a positive dad who tries his absolute best lmao but he loves them with all his heart <3

#txt #tomorrow by together #yeonjun #yeonjun fluff #soobin #soobin fluff #beomgyu #beomgyu fluff #taehyun #taehyun fluff #heuning kai #heuning kai fluff

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 3 years

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Hey love, was wondering if we could get some more mean girl x soft boy with Peter with promts 10 and 37??

Yes!! My favorite, of course, I made reader a Stark too cause spoiled rich mean girl with soft little Peter kills me. Hope you like it!

Requests are still open guys, you can use the prompts or just request whatever you want to, I write for Peter and Tom, love you guys xx

Full of Surprises

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Summary: Peter wants you to take him to a party, which ends up being nothing like he expected

Prompts

Masterlist

Prompt #10 - “I don’t think you’re down for the parties I go to pretty boy.”

Prompt #37 - “You wanna sneak out?”

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It would be hard to summarize (y/n) Stark in any sort of brief, meaningful fashion, she was too complicated for just a few sentences. If Peter had to call her just a few things he’d say she was complex and charismatic. She could be a little bratty, she liked getting her way, but most people still liked her, they still wanted to be around her. She was glamorous, with her designer clothes and nice cars and the paparazzi, she held the whole Stark legacy in a custom made, diamond encrusted pink birkin. Peter didn’t get the appeal of the money or the popular girl front she had at school, he thought the real her was a lot more interesting.

In getting to know her he had found she was actually a lot softer than most people thought, she just took a bit to warm up to people. He couldn’t blame her really, he’d seen firsthand the way kids at school tried to get close to her just for the exclusive invite or a Twitter follow, so he understood her hesitation. What he didn’t understand was why she wanted to be popular and famous, why she liked it all so much. It was puzzling to him, but he found both sides of her equally endearing. Even dorky little Peter couldn’t resist the pull of her glamorous life, he couldn’t deny that part of him wanted to be closer to that side of her too. He wanted to be the boy on her arm at all the parties she went to, but he had to get out of his comfort zone to do that…

“Yo Parker, you riding with me?” (y/n) turned around to face him as their final class drew to a close.

He nodded, “Yeah, if that’s cool with you.”

“I was hoping you would, I need your help,” she winked, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she stood.

He followed after her, his brows knit in confusion, “What do you need my help with?”

“There’s a party this Friday, dad said I can’t go,” she rolled her eyes, “So annoying, anyways, I was going to ask you to cover for me. I’ll tell him I’m at your place studying or something and you just tell him I’m with you if he asks. I know you're a perfect little angel, but I’ll owe you so big and I promise you won’t get in trouble with him. Plus I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

“You don’t need to buy me anything, you know that,” he blushed, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he contemplated his next move, “There is, uh, something you could do for me though…”

“Oh really?”

He nodded, “I want to go with you.”

She paused right in front of the limo and raised a brow at him, “Seriously?”

He nodded, “Yeah.”

She laughed as she climbed into the car, apparently finding the suggestion to be the funniest thing she’d heard all week, “Peter it’s a party with people and dancing and alcohol, I don’t think it’s your scene.”

“Then I’ll sneak out.”

His cheeks flushed and he frowned, “I’ve been to parties, I want to go, you always have fun don’t you?”

“You’ve been to high school parties,” she rolled her eyes, “There is no way May would let you go to this kind of party.”

“You wanna sneak out?”

“I sneak out all the time,” he reminded, “I’m probably better at it than you.”

“Point taken,” she smiled brightly at him, “Okay, why do you want to go out to parties all of a sudden?”

He shrugged, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible, “I might as well give it a try, maybe I’ll like it.”

She hummed, contemplating what to do for a moment, “Okay, I’ll take you, but no dorky t-shirts.”

“What’s wrong with my shirts?” he glanced down at himself with a frown.

“Well I think they’re cute, but they aren’t really party material. In fact I don’t know if anything you have is…”

He blushed at the compliment, “I can just wear a plain shirt then.”

“I’ll pick something out for you,” she smiled, “My arm candy has to match me.”

“Okay, but I’m not wearing the Spiderman suit.”

“You’ll wear what I tell you too babe,” she patted his cheek, smiling while his blush spread up to his ears, “Pick you up at 8?”

“Y-Yeah, sounds good.”

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As promised, (y/n) arrived at Peter’s house at 8 sharp, holding a garment bag and dressed in a knee length tan trench coat.

“That’s what you're wearing?” Peter cocked his head in confusion, looking her up and down before quickly adding, “N-Not that you look bad or anything! I-It's just not what I normally see you wear to parties and stuff…”

His mouth went dry and he could only nod as he took it all in, “Y-Yeah, you look great.”

“I’ve got an outfit on under it, I just didn’t know if May would be home,” she pushed the garment bag into his hands with a smile.

“She’s working late tonight, I told her we’re going to the movies,” he shut the door behind her, his whole face blooming red as she tossed the trench coat off.

“Great, I look hot don’t I?” she giggled, spinning so he could admire her full outfit, a baby blue cropped cami and a matching skirt that fell just above her knee. The skirt had a slit leading up her right thigh and the whole thing was covered in a slightly darker blue Louis Vuitton monogram.

“I know,” she smiled proudly before gesturing to the bag in his hands, “Well come on, promise you’ll look hot too.”

He swallowed and opened up the bag to reveal a blazer with the same color and print as her outfit, “You don’t expect me to wear just this right?”

She burst into a fit of laughter and shook her head, “No, I was thinking just some jeans and a white shirt underneath, but hey, if you’re really feeling yourself I won’t stop you.”

“No, no, tshirt and jeans sounds great,” he pulled the blazer from the bag, “I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t keep me waiting,” she sang as he disappeared into his bedroom.

Peter was only gone for a second, returning almost immediately dressed per her instruction, “Happy?”

She nodded, “You look great, blue’s your color,” she stood, grabbing the edge of his jacket, “And red, and yellow.”

“You just listed all the primary colors,” he laughed.

“And I was right,” she moved up to his collar, flattening it out for him, “You for sure look best in yellow, but I know blue is your favorite, so I figured we’d wear blue.”

“Thanks,” he didn’t know how else to respond, “So what are we going to do there?”

“Oh come on Peter, you know what happens at a party,” she laughed, her hands moving up to his hair, tussling it slightly, “Didn’t you tell me you went to parties?”

He blushed, “Well one party, and it didn’t go great… I mean it can’t be anything that crazy right? Just like spin the bottle or beer pong or something?”

“Oh sweety,” she clicked her tongue before stepping away from him and slipping back into her coat, “If that’s when you’re hoping for then I don’t think you’re down for the parties I go to, pretty boy.”

He went wide eyed, “W-What do you mean?”

“You’ll see,” she smirked, “Ready to go?”

He nodded, his stomach beginning to fill with nerves, “I guess, I’m a little worried now though.”

“You should be,” she winked, “Not even Spiderman can save you from the night we’re gonna have.”

Her words had put Peter a bit on edge, and had him wracking his brain for every party he’d ever seen on tv. Once they got in the car he tried to drill her on the matter, but she only continued to tease him, never giving him a straight answer on anything, going as far as to tell him they were going to be summoning a demon at midnight. Something he had rolled his eyes at until they pulled around to the back of what Peter had to assume was some kind of club.

“(y/n) are you sure this is the right place?”

She nodded, “Yeah, it just looks sketchy from the back,” she flicked the car off and smiled at him, “Come on, you’re gonna love it here.”

He knit his brow in confusion as he followed her, “You sure about that?”

She rolled her eyes, “Yes, just come on,” she grabbed his hand and dragged him to the door.

He was hesitant as he followed her up to the large metal door, worried momentarily she might have been serious about the demon thing until she opened the door.

“Holy shit,” he swore as he glanced around the giant arcade.

She clenched her hands in front of her nervously, “What do you think?”

There was no party, not even close, in fact the only other people in the building were employees.

“I’m confused.”

She sighed, “I thought it was weird when you said you wanted to go to that party, I mean it’s not really your scene,” she glanced away from him, her normal confidence seeming to fade in an instant, “I don’t know, I kind of got to thinking maybe you just wanted to go because we were going together, and I thought that maybe you’d want to do something a little more personal so I rented out this old arcade,” she bit her lip, “I don’t know, maybe that was stupid, the party is real though, we can go to that instead if you want…”

Peter stared at her for a minute, trying to connect the dots, “L-Like a date?”

She nodded, “Maybe, I don’t know, it kind of seemed like that was the vibe.”

“No, no, no,” he grabbed her arms, stopping her from walking away, “I want to go on a date with you so bad.”

“So you rented a whole arcade?” he gaped.

“Oh come on Peter, you already know I’m excessive,” she groaned, “God, this was so stupid, let’s just go to the damn party.”

Her cheeks flushed, “You do?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I’m just a little shocked, you didn’t have to do this for me.”

“I didn’t really know what to do,” she fiddled with a piece of her hair, still unable to meet his eyes, “I mean you know I’m pretty sure of myself most of the time, but you make me nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” he went wide eyed while she nodded.

“I’ve never really liked a guy before, at least no this much,” she explained, “And I mean we can go to the party if you want still, but if you want this to be a first date I just thought something a little more special would be nice…”

A smile spread across his face, “There is nothing I’d like more than for this to be our first date.”

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, “We haven’t even started the first one.”

“Thank god, it would have been totally humiliating if you said no,” an airy laugh escaped her lips.

“There wasn’t a chance of that happening,” he assured, “I can’t really afford to rent out an arcade, but I’ll plan our second date okay?”

“No but you went through all this trouble, I figured you’d want another.”

She rolled her eyes, “You know Peter if this relationship is gonna work I think my ego is big enough for the both of us.”

He laughed and pressed his head to hers, “We’ll see how you feel after I kick your ass at every game in here.”

“There is not a chance in hell you’re winning even one game tonight,” she leaned in just a tad, “But I’ll tell you what, if you do I’ll give you a kiss.”

He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her nose before pulling away, “You’re on.”

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gorbo-longstocking · 2 years

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Could we ask for your headcanon appearance of each monster? How tall are they? Anything specific out of the typical appearance made by the fandom?

OOOO i have no idea tbh uh. hm.

gonna put this under cut because you said monster not skeleton….. whole rq list is getting da treatment >:3 fair warning i have no been super into the aus for very long so idk what constitutes as fandom wide appearance and what doesnt

sans: i dont think i have any hot takes on what he looks like? hes just regular old sans blue hoodie and basket ball shorts. i do think he smells vaguely of cheese whizz though.

papyrus: i cant stop envisioning him in sweaters and i dont know why. like the really dorky ones. the kind of guy to wear ugly christmas sweaters for months. my hot take is he tends to wear the same couple of outfits semi-frequently for months at a time as a comfort thing. his gloves and scarf are ALWAYS apart of the ensemble. the gloves r also for sensory reasons

red: i am OBSESSED with turtleneck wearing red its changed my life. i think about ur near constantly. he doesnt wear his jacket as much as sans maybe? i can also see him wearing jewelry some. if he had ears hed have one pierced. its generally rings and necklaces though. he and esge have shark teeth too like those kinds of sharp teeth but i know thats generally normal. big boneed and has a belly. bc he deserves one

edge: LEATHER ENTHUSIAST. he wears leather pants i think. he also has a purse to carry doomfanger around in (she is wearing a harness) he wears heeled boots which add to his impressive height (6’5) uhh. smells like spices. vaguely of cinnamon. gloves are less for sensory reasons, more he isnt fond of dirt.

blue: wears a bunch of goofy graphic t’s and also his scarf. has a tooth gap and freckles but thats a pretty common interpretation. he wears sneakers and has various silly ones like light ups and heelies. just for a laugh. my hot take is every sans had a tooth gap growing up and only blue didnt get it fixed. he thinks he looks better with it.

stretch: CARGO SHORTS. the many pockets for the many things he finds and picks up. theyre seemingly never endless. hes lanky looking, always slouching and leaning to one side hes never known good posture in his life. talks with his hands.

lord: wears shoes that give him a height boost. also unironically wears designer shit. his gloves are also for sensory reasons like papyrus. instead of shark like teeth he just has very sharp canines. he smells like coffee underneath and OVERWHELMING amount of cologne.

mutt: ALWAYS wearing his jacket youd be hardpressed to get it off of him (only lord can do it wnd even then its still a chore) his boots are furlined and everything he wears is the same texture. he defaults to sweat pants bc jeans r scratchy but he can manage it ok. hes got claws he tries to keep clipped down bc they scratched his phone screen. has a tendency to glare.

g: turtleneck under leather jacket wearer. he smirks more than he smiles. the tallest sans. he and ace take on a thicker set of bones to match gaster. wears docs probably.

ace: argyle enthusiast. very very tall, kind of gangly with glasses and a very sweet smile. his eyes are VERY kind you know the ones where someone smiles and their eyes crinkle up and youre like my god they r the sweetest.

height wise from tallest to shortest: ace (7'2), g (6'7) edge (6'5), papyrus (6'3), mutt (6'1), stretch (6'0), red (5'5), sans (5'3), lord (5'1), blue (5'0)

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gaster: tall, very tall. not really made of bone, it feels kind of boney but its more porcelain like?? holes in his hands and cracks on his face duh. kind of pudgy. like i know hes boney but hes got a dad bod tbh. his smiles kind of on the awkward side even when hes being genuine. he also tends to wear long sleeves.

mercury: eccentric sweater vest kind of guy. wears cordoroy pants and is a few inches shorter than gaster but not much. his missing a tooth in the front of his mouth (he tripped) but it only adds to his character.

epsilon: wears reds and blacks, with deep scars running along his face and also his body. his chest has a nasty one along with a few along his arm and on his back. shoes are snazzy, you can hear them click on the floor and he does it on purpose. intimidating.

height wise from tallest to shortest: epsilon (7'11), gaster (7'6), mercury (7'4)

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toriel: not sure what to say here except toriel in my head is soft shapes. not super curvy just kind of round. mrs clause shaped.

asgore: took the tits in the divorce

rose: a little curvier than toriel. she has the appearance of someone who used to be kind of buff but over time lost that. sharper teeth, thoigh theyre somewhat small and unnoticeable unless shes threatening you. she also has claws.

oleander: HUGE AND BUFF. where rose’s fangs are small his are not and got are they obvious. has black hair as compared to swap and uts blond. huge arms. tends to wear tight fitting plain black shirts. always sneering.

clover: also buff, gotta be buff to hold that trident. she wears flannels and jeans more often than not. shes a bit serious, leaning more towards the tired side. has eye bags that she tries to make less noticable. her horns are bit bigger than uf and ut toriel.

basil: wears glasses like ut toriel, his muscle has turned to fat so he is very soft. has a warm face, welcoming and inviting. hes the smallest of the asgore but hes still pretty damn big.

dahlia: her fangs are not as big as oleanders but much bigger than roses. seems lost in thought and when shes not shes cold and prying. doesnt sneer, she smiles, though its almost too wide and somewhat unsettling. on the off chance her face softens, she looks younger and sweeter. her real laugh sounds kind of like a bell.

hemlock: black hair like oleander although its kind of greasy. he wears cardigans, always mentioning being cold. hes got fangs as well and his eyes are somewhat down turned kind of making him look perpetually miserable. hes the thinnest of all the goats, looking borderline unhealthy.

height wise from tallest to shortest: oleander (8'4), hemlock (8'0), asgore (7'7), dahlia (7'6), clover (7'5), basil (7'4), rose (7'2), toriel (7'2)

#asks #THIS WAS FUN NOT SUPER THOUGHT OUT AND MORE BRAIN DUMP BUT FUN #you wanna ask me about my hc voices you wanna ask me so bad #i have hc voices for everyone 😎#hiwthi related #wwils related #asmgg related #all of these here bc this is their gen appearances in these fics heheh

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scary-lasagna · 4 years

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what about Masky and Hoodie with a newborn??

Ben

Like Jeff, he’ll bully his kid.

“i can already tell he gon be an e-boy when he grows up”

“Ben, you’re lowkey an e-boy too.”

“..”

Every time the baby cries he goes, “Look at dis duude.” In all kinds of voices until he stops.

You’re often called into the baby’s room to take a picture of Ben holding the infant.

Cause he thinks he looks cute with matching outfits.

[Cut to a picture of Ben and his son with matching shirts that say “Mom’s little gamer”. Ben’s holding a thumbs up with a dorky grin.]

That chaotic dad who holds his baby above his head on one hand, which terrifies the living shit out of you.

But the kid loves it, so it’s definitely Ben’s son.

Every time he changes a diaper there’s a 50/50 chance that he does it right.

It’s like every time he gets it right, he just forgets how to do it.

You’ll have to draw a diagram or something above the changing station for Ben to fully grasp it.

Ben will get lazy sometimes, and you’ll have to fix breakfast sometimes or walk the babe around the house to calm him down.

Just kick Ben off the bed, and he’ll come back around eventually.

Masky

dad mode is activated.

Tim has a tough boi persona.

So he’s gonna try to be, y'know, the best dad ever.

He’s always finding a new way to put on a diaper.

Not that it doesn’t work, it’s just weird.

Inside out, wrong leg holes, sometimes it’s not even a diaper, but most importantly, it works.

You’ll be able to find Tim wherever, whenever with your kid, sleeping.

He’s already insomniac, and having a newborn baby that screams all night doesn’t help.

So if the baby is sleeping, then that probably means Tim is knocked out as well.

His neck gets frequently cramped from all of the weird positions he falls asleep in.

Such as his head tucked into his own shoulder like a duck.

You’ll have to take the babe away sometimes so the dad can get some proper rest.

He steals them back when you’re not looking though.

Hoodie

Brian is such a kid-friendly person.

Kids love him and vice versa.

Even though he’s only held a baby like one (1) time, the arm positions on holding his lil babe come naturally to him.

He’s on the verge of a panic attack on the drive to the hospital, and runs like 5 red lights.

He’s just as scared as you are!

He’s in manly man tears after your delivery.

He was cheering you on the whole time, which finally paid off.

He’ll make sure you rest as much as possible when you get home since you were going through hell for the past 6+ hours.

Other than when you have to breastfeed, Brian is stuck to the baby like glue, and not the other way around.

He’s the most capable creep that’s able to correctly change a diaper.

He’s just so happy to have a kid, and you can bet he’ll spoil the hell out of it when they get older.

#ben drowned x reader #ben drowned #masky mh #hoodie mh #tim wright #brian thomas #masky marble hornets #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #baby #newborn

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jbbuckybarnes · 4 years

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Time Stops

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Desc: This is for @ussgallifreyfics #gallifreys500 writing challenge. Not beta read. Prompt: “They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that’s true.” - Big Fish Warnings: FLUFF

MASTERLIST

They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that’s true. You’ve seen it with friends that had met their soulmates the day they were ready to. They stopped aging. When you turned 18 you could find your soulmate and never age again. While that was beautiful, it also put a lot of pressure on you and a lot of pity on people growing old. Usually people would just feel who their soulmate is, but there also were soulmate marks. They weren’t big or anything to brag with, but yours was a little heart-shaped darker spot on the back of your right hand. Right between the thumb and the pointer finger connection. Definitely a space you massaged a lot when you got nervous.

Right now was one of those situations. You were waiting in line to get onto a plane to New York City. A trip you made once or twice a year to meet your friends. While you loved New York, you hated flying. The many alien attacks and whatnot of the last decade weren’t helping with your anxiety. The plane being delayed on top of that was even worse for your mind going in circles. A big man sat down next to you, putting down a duffle bag and getting out a book with the title, “Love, Simon.” Wasn’t that a book about a closeted teenage boy? Didn’t match up at all with the giant frame the man had, but you smiled to yourself. You scrolled through Instagram, created a new collection for cute cat pictures and went on about your anxiety soothing. When you were finally boarding, your anxiety went through the roof again. Thankfully you had downloaded a whole documentary for the flight, otherwise you’d go insane. When you were situated in the plane and had gotten out your headphones, the giant man found his seat, the one which just so happened to be next to you. It was about to get cozy, but you weren’t complaining. You’d rather have a giant man with a good taste in books next to you than a creep or a family with a newborn baby. After your heart almost jumped out of your chest while you took off you finally could relax and start watching your space documentary. Every now and then you felt him flip a page in his book very delicately. Your hand landed on the little table your phone was situated on to give him more space, which is when you started to feel the stare on you. Well, now it WAS a little creepy. He tapped your shoulder and you stopped the show and looked at him. Woah, wait, you knew that face. That was Bucky Barnes, wasn’t it? “Sorry for interrupting, I just...I saw you like space and, uh, could you tell me what documentary that is? It looks awesome.” he gave a shy smile before looking away, right hand going through his beard. Wait a damn second. “Huh?” he looked back at you confused. “I said that out loud.” you stated to yourself and closed your eyes. “Yes, you did.” Now he was grinning at you, eyeing your slightly flustered face. “Uh, your soulmate mark. Are you…?” your eyes went from his eyes to his hand. “What makes you think that?” “You didn’t really age but you also were in cryo a lot, so it’s quite difficult to tell.” you grinned. He smiled wide and looked down on his hand before shaking his head, “No, haven’t found them. I don’t think I ever will. 70 years is quite a lot-” He saw your right hand come into his field of vision and his eyes went wide and back up at you. You were amused at the weird situation you had just put each other into and you couldn’t deny that you liked how he turned into a soft dorky man. But maybe that was just him outside of the news. “So...uh...wow.” Another time that he went through his hair. “Yeah,” you looked up at him with shimmery eyes. You respected the man in front of you so much for what he went through and that he was still here. But that giant dork that looked illegally good was your soulmate? That must be a dream. “So...would you like to go on a date anytime soon? I’d love to get to know you.” he got a little confidence back and gave an unsure smile to you. “Of course, I know this really great brunch place in the Upper West Side.” you smiled a little giddy. “Spring Natural Kitchen?” he asks. “Spring Natural Kitchen.” you nodded chuckling. “Wanda told me about it. She loves testing new places whenever she’s not on call.” “Sounds like I’d get along great with her.” “So...why are you flying to New York? You live there?” he finally asks and you shake your head. “I live near Denver and come here sometimes to meet friends and have a good time for a week or two.” “Which city’s better?” he smirked. “I like both, but I have a job back in Denver that I love. I’m working in a very laid back modern restaurant, café kinda establishment.” you explained. “Well, if you’re my soulmate, you might as well open up a second one of those in New York City, cause that sounds great.” By now he was so deep in your flirting battle that he totally forgot that he just met you. “You just want that cinnamon cupcake goodness.” you laughed. “I’d never say no to any food, I think that gets very clear when you look at me.” he looked down on himself. “Hm, yeah, a little.” You grinned, “Hungry giant.” “Oh, we’re already starting pet names, huh?” his brows went up. The giggle escaping you widened his big smile. ___ *You ready to get picked up and judged by Sam Wilson?* *Why not by Wanda? Or literally anyone that’s not Sam?* *I ask myself that every single day, darling.* *I’m ready by the way...and ready to fight Wilson if I need to.* *Sure, darling.* you could practically feel him grinning at his phone screen. *And by that I mean, if he dares to, you’ll defend me anyway, cause you’re cute like that.* Not too long after the AirBnB’s doorbell rang and you ran to the door in your comfy outfit. It was a brunch date, not a fancy gala. When you opened the door you were met with his audacity to wear a leather jacket. “Aw, come on. Really? A leather jacket? Like you don’t know that it’s super hot?” you pouted and were pulled into a hug. “You look cute. Is that Totoro on your sweater?” he held you and looked down on you. “Old man knows Totoro, check.” you grinned. “Hey, I’ve been catching up for 4 years. There needs to be SOME stuff that sticks.” “Could the lovebirds that both can’t drive please move their asses a little faster?” you heard out of a car behind Bucky. “Could the angry bird please chill?” Bucky answered without even looking at him. “C’mon, let’s go and give the man a break.” you chuckled before taking his hand and dragging him towards the car. “So, tell me about yourself. Anything that I don’t already know from social media and our chats.” he grinned. “I stress bake, my favorite shows are all documentaries, I’d love to have a cat, I’m into astrology, I love to draw and paint, my music taste is a literal dumpster fire and I really like sneakers.” you counted a few that you found to be relevant to yourself. “I’m still learning to cook new foods. I actually have a cat, her name’s Alpine, she’s an absolute whirlwind but she’s the most loyal little thing ever.” he smiled. “What kinda cat is she?” you asked excited. “British Shorthair and white.” he beamed. “I already love her. I’d love to get a completely black cat.” you leaned onto your hands. “We could.” he squinted with a cheeky smile. “You’re already thinking about moving my ass to New York, aren’t you?” you chuckled. “You’re my soulmate, why not? It’s not like you’re a shot in the dark or anything like that.” That made you feel warm inside, very very warm. “Yeah, guess you’re right.” you looked at the table flustered. “So, assuming you would stay here…” he got your attention back and god were his eyes sure of you staying here, “...would you actually open up a cool place like this?” “I’d love to but...renting a place like this in New York City? Making it look nice and advertising it? That’s so hard.” “Hi, you’re sitting in front of the longest prisoner of war. If you think Sam didn’t sue the shit out of the military to get me paid for that, then you’re wrong.” he grinned accomplished. “Bucky, you can’t-” “I can, tell me what you’d want to do.” he smiled at you softly, grabbing your hand. After a few moments of grasping the moment you continued, “Well, similar to this place, but with cakes, pies and cookies. And with a completely different color scheme. Very bright, like white and some pastel colors. I’d try to find tons of recipe’s online and let you try them until I have like 12 good and special ones that work. I’d always have a jar of triple chocolate cookies and a chocolate bomb cake. Maybe even sweet ice cream in summer? I’d have chessboard tiled wall behind the counter and hang nice art work in the rest of the place. I’d probably have someone bring in dog cake every week so they also get some good food. I’d make milkshakes, have a barista working and would create some special hot chocolate mix. Maybe I’d do something themed after you. Like little cookies with the- wait, do you hate the red star on your old arm? I know it’s very much a connection to the Sowjets, but I don’t really look at it like that.” “I’m neutral about it. I write autographs on cards with red stars all the time.” he shrugged. “Then there will be red star cookies. Maybe something themed after your bird friend?” you grinned. “He needs to work for it.” he laughed. “I make a mad cinnamon banana milkshake. That would sell very well.” you mumbled before taking a sip from the drink in front of you. “Cookies with red chocolate melted into it...that’s a good one for Wanda, isn’t it?” you smiled shyly, trying to not misjudge his friends. “I love that idea. Maybe something egg based for Sam, you know, cause he’s a falcon. I’ll shut my mouth…” he grinned and watched you snort laugh. The waffles you ordered were set down in front of you and you continued talking about the interior of your dream place. “I don’t know if I’d do it in Manhattan or Brooklyn. I mean Brooklyn literally has cute food places as its elevator pitch.” “I guess it depends where you’d find a place.” “Yeah, forgot, we’re in the ultimate place of renting stuff.” you grumbled and heard him chuckle. ___ “Finally!” you jumped around in the empty space that was about to become your own little store. You’d been with Bucky for three months now and your old boss was more than happy to have a new venture. And you were more than happy to have gotten such a great soulmate. He even got his driver's license to drive you around and go on little trips with you when he wasn’t working. Brooklyn Heights, right next to the Brooklyn Bridge, with an apartment right above. “Let’s measure and buy a nice kitchen for you to bake cupcakes in, darling.” he grabbed you close. “You just wanna eat, honey.” you pouted. “Of course, I eat everything you make.” he planted a kiss onto your forehead. “Hm, okay, let’s measure and drive to Home Depot too.” you smiled content and got another kiss. “You know, I think I found you at the right time. I like how you look. Not a day too young or too old.” you mumbled. “I would have loved you at any age I could’ve found you.” he hummed. “Yeah, that’s because you’re a hopeless romantic.” you giggled. “Only for you, darling.” “Love you,” you mumbled before pressing your lips against his, “so much.” “Let’s get your dream kitchen,” he said while lightly slapping your ass. “Hey! Watch your hands, Barnes.” you playfully scolded him. “Yes, ma’am.” he rolled his eyes before picking you up and carrying you to the damn car himself.

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inagetawaycarxo · 5 years

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Dating Sebastian Stan Would Include

—Requested by anon

—Requests are open btw, send in a imagine idea or a headcanon idea for Sebastian or marvel!

—A/N: *sighs dreamily* I might have gone a little overboard on this one! Feedback is appreciated!

When Sebastian first met you he couldn’t help but stare at you, getting captivated by you, which resulted in him running into a glass window of the coffee shop. He got flustered when you came over and asked if he was alright. Which made him stumble over his words.

“I’m fine.” He squeaked out, his cheeks reddening, as he looked anywhere but at you.

He then stumbled off, not waiting to hear your response, bumping into people on the way out. Tbh he was a clumsy mess. Still is when he is around you.

The second time you and Seb met was when Chris took you to the set of marvel.

You’s two started off as friends.

Chris and Anthony trying to get you and Sebastian together, and being frustrated by how oblivious you are to the feelings Seb has for you.

With a lot of encouragement from Chris & Anthony, Seb finally gets the nerve to ask you out. When you agreed to go out with him Seb can’t help but smile at you, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the ground spinning you around.

Being besties with Mackie as well as Chris.

Sebastian is always a blushing nervous wreck around you.

Also can be a cocky little shit as well, and a tease.

Seb adores you so much. You are his entire world, he loves to brag/talk about you to friends and family, though some of them get annoyed by his constant rambles/fangirling about you, not that Seb cares.

Seb looks at you and gets lost in a daydream a lot, sometimes dirty daydreams.

He could stare at you all day and not get bored.

Learning to speak Romanian. Though you butcher some of the words.

Sebastian falling more in love with you when you try/speak Romanian, his eyes beaming with happiness.

If you do speak Romanian, then having a conversation in Romanian with Seb.

A lot of PDA…Not really in front of paparazzi though, mostly in front of your family and friends. Sometimes fans.

Seb likes to have his arm around you a lot, either on your waist or around your shoulder. Or hold your hand in public. He will kiss your cheek and forehead but never your lips in public.

He likes to hold your hand all the time.

He loves to wrap his arms around your waist, pressing soft kisses on your shoulder then your neck, or resting his chin against your shoulder. Or in the crook of your neck.

Seb is really protective of you, if anyone says a bad word about you, god help them they get the wrath of Seb, he definitely gives them that Bucky glare, he is also protective over you in public too

Being the biggest space nerds ever.

Stargazing.

Watching space documentaries/ sci-fi movies.

A lot of dates; coffee dates, pizza dates, movie dates, midnight dates, beach dates, hiking dates, Picnic dates

Dates with Seb are never boring.

Midnight strolls

Working out together.

You and him like to encourage/motivate each other when you’s are working out.

Trying not to stare at him too much while he is working out.

Vice versa Seb trying not to get distracted by you when he works at.

Trying to impress each other.

Taking a lot of selfies together + photos of each other {even without one of you’s knowing}.

He doesn’t post most of them keeping them to himself.

Anthony teasing you and Seb a lot.

Anthony calling Seb whipped.

He is definitely whipped.

Seb finding it cute/hot when you are mad at him.

When he is home, you’s two mostly have lazy days.

Seb taking you to cons.

Visiting him at his panels.

Getting fan art/gifts from the fans that ship you and Seb together.

Seb taking you to his movie premiers.

Seb finding it adorable when you fangirl about Marvel.

Sending each other memes. Telling him he is a walking meme. He is a walking meme tbh.

When he had longish hair he used to steal your hair ties.

Convincing Seb to keep his hair longer for a little while.

Playing with his hair a lot.

Braiding it when it was a bit longer.

Seb playing with your hair.

You’re his best friend, and he is your best friend.

A hell of a lot of kissing.

Forehead kisses.

Neck kisses.

Shoulder kisses.

Nose kisses.

Cheek kisses.

Thigh kisses.

Belly kisses.

Hand kisses.

Morning kisses.

Goodnight kisses.

Needy kisses.

Kissing you at random times

And a lot of making out.

Let’s just say he is obsessed with kissing you.

Your neck will be covered in a lot of hickeys, so will Sebs and the rest of your body, mostly your neck and thighs.

Seb buying matching turtle neck sweaters to cover the hickeys.

Seb believes every time you smile it makes the world a little bit brighter.

Visiting him on set.

Making out with him in his trailer.

The dudes a huge hopeless romantic.

Always being there for each other.

Loving each other no matter what.

Being there for each other when one of you’s have a bad day.

Listening to each other’s problems.

Long skype calls while he is away filming, he mostly falls asleep in them.

Or facetiming each other, either one.

A lot of “I miss you’s.” when he is filming.

Helping him with his lines.

Seb being your #1 Fan/supporter,

Being his #1 fan/supporter.

You spend most of your time at his place and he spends most of his time at your place.

If someone comments rudely on one of your post on Instagram then he will defend you.

Seb cursing in Romanian when he is angry.

Seb biting his lip constantly when he is around you. {Since he knows it turns you on}.

Teasing you in Romanian.

Seb likes to go lingerie shopping with you.

Also likes to go shopping with you in general. He has great taste.

Matching outfits.

Supporting each other no matter what.

Plus being honest with each other and trusting each other.

Being there for each other through the ups and downs of life.

Most of the time you’s don’t fight, but when you’s do its mostly small fights, though you’s two makeup and have makeup sex.

Sebastian getting jealous of your celeb crushes

“Yeah, well he/she can’t fuck you and love you like I can.” He grumbled.

Saving water and showering together, though you’s are probably wasting it since you’s have a lot of sex in the shower.

You love to run your hands through his hair.

You’s two don’t hide the fact that you’s your dating from public but you’s are private about it.

Though that doesn’t stop him from gushing about you in interviews. However, if it’s his friends or family then he will talk their ear off about you.

Cooking together, though it’s mostly make out sessions leading to the food to get burnt and you and Seb have to end up ordering take out.

You’d suggest going to cooking classes, but then you and him probably end up making out and get kicked out of the class.

He loves to cuddle you, he is such a snuggle bug, whether it’s spooning or you cuddling into his chest or his side. He loves cuddling you.

Morning cuddles.

Bear hugs.

Hugs from behind.

He also likes being the little spoon as well. The feeling of your arms wrapped around him makes him feel secure.

Seb is so handsy. Not that you are complaining.

Netflix and chill.

No, really you’s do watch Netflix and chill as well.

A lot of movie marathons.

Dancing. Well, dorky dancing.

A lot of pet names for each other.

Calling him either, Seb, Sebby, baby, babe, sexy, hot stuff, darling, honey, mon Cheri, daddy, babykins, cutie pie, babycakes, bae, beautiful, big boy, my love, cupcake, cutie, dreamboat, goofball, dork, gorgeous, handsome, honey bun, honey bunny, hot stuff, hottie, hun, love, love bug, love muffin, lover, loverboy, my drug, pumpkin, snuggle bug, snuggle butt, snuggle muffin, sugar, sweet stuff, sweet thing/thang, sweetie, sweettums, sweetie pie, tiger.

Seb calling you baby girl. Baby doll, doll, {your nickname}, sweetheart, adorable, babykins, beautiful, buttercup, cutie pie, cutie, darling, gorgeous, honey, hon, hottie, kitten, love, muffin, my queen, my love, peach, princess, sugar, sunshine, sugar pie, sweet pea, sweettums, sweetie, toots.

He definitely says some of those pet names in Romanian too.

Whenever he speaks Romanian it turns you on.

If you have an accent then that definitely turns Seb on.

You even beg him to sit and watch his movies with you.

Accidentally calling him “Bucky.” only to get this response “Who the hell is Bucky?”

Seb always either smacks your ass or grabs it, either one, actually he does both.

Telling each other really corny jokes.

Always making each other laugh.

Buying you flowers/roses for no reason

“What are these for?” you asked Seb, smelling the roses.

“Cause I love you.” Seb answered, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a soft kiss on your neck.

Comforting him when he is feeling sad.

Vice versa, Seb comforting you when you are down.

Begging him to tell you endgame spoilers.

“No, I’m not telling you, watch the movie.” He grumbled, getting out of your grasp.

“No, please tell me I don’t want to walk into endgame unprepared, I need tissues if my baby Steve is going to die? Or if Tony or Thor is going to die, I can’t be unprepared if my favourite dies.” You whined, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“What about Bucky? I thought my character was your favourite.” Seb whined, pouting at you.

“Bucky’s dead though, oh my gosh, I hope Carol kicks Thanos purple ass, Oh does Bucky at least come back, maybe he can be the new captain America if Steve dies or Sam.” You ranted, Seb rolled his eyes letting out a sigh, before turning around and walking away from you.

“Don’t walk away from me, tell me spoilers god damn it.” You shouted...

He is so needy. Might be a little clingy but so are you.

Seb likes to buy you gifts and spoil you.

Also, pamper you as well.

He loves you so god damn much and you love him so much. You’s two love each other a lot.

He is such a romantic.

You are his whole damn world.

Domestic Seb, got to love Domestic! Seb.

Grocery shopping.

Brushing your teeth together, because he hogs the mirror.

Seb making you breakfast in bed.

Adopting a dog together.

Live streaming.

A lot of “I love you’s.”

Straddling his waist either to cuddle or make out.

Moving in with him.

Piggyback rides.

Deep conversations.

Taking bubble baths together.

Falling asleep on his chest.

Seb tracing your spine with his fingers.

Road trips.

Helping each other when you’s are stressed.

Roasting each other.

Being proud of each other.

Roasting Tom Holland with him and Mackie, (poor Tom)

Texting each other a lot while he is away filming.

Giving each other massages.

Talking about the future, like getting married and having kids. He daydreams about having kids with you a lot.

Being couple goals.

“One day we will be marriage goals.” Seb cooed, smiling at you.

“Are you trying to hint to me you’re going to propose to me?” you asked, looking up from your phone to look at him.

“Maybe.” He answered, biting his lower lip as he stared at you.

Going on vacations when Seb is off of work.

Sending you flowers/gifts while he is filming.

Getting drunk together.

Carpooling.

A lot of eye fucking. {Did I write that already probably did anyways more eye fucking.}

Tickle fights.

Fans adoring you.

His beard, you are obsessed with it, you’re always stroking it.

Hiding his razor so he doesn’t shave it.

Having fights on how to pronounce memes

Going to charity/galas with him. And red carpet events.

Telling each other how much you love one another.

Spilling tea to each other.

Seb wakes up before you do, he likes to admire you for a little while, before waking you up by kissing you/ your body.

Adoring every inch of your body and your flaws.

Same goes for you, adoring every inch of his body and his flaws. Not that you think he has any flaws.

He cherishes you in general.

Meeting each other’s friends.

Meeting each other’s families.

His mom absolutely loving/adoring you.

His mom teaching you how to cook Romanian recipes

Your family adoring/loving Seb.

Your mom even shows him baby pictures of you.

“Aw, I hope our babies look like you when we have one because you are just so damn cute.” Seb cooed, beaming at you.

Listening to each other about how your days went, what you’s did and so on.

Wearing his jumpers/ shirts. He loves it when you wear his clothes.

Being each other’s backgrounds/or/lock screens on each other’s phones.

Helping him navigate social media.

Seb gets jealous easily.

Seb getting jealous of your girl crush on Brie Larson. {Unless you don’t have a crush on Brie Larson then just ignore this.}

Taking videos of each other doing weird stuff and cute stuff.

Taking naps together.

Getting lost in those blue eyes, and not listening to what he is talking about. Damn those blue eyes.

Jogging together.

Seb getting insecure when you talk to guys younger than him.

Seb smirking when he gets you flustered. Also hot and bothered.

Sex with Sebastian is never vanilla.

A lot of hair pulling when you’s two are having sex, from the both of you’s.

A lot of oral.

Pretty much having sex every hour (if possible) you’s two kiss a lot and have sex a lot.

Seb speaking Romanian when you and him have sex. {Most of its dirty talk.}

He definitely loves to grope your boobs a lot.

He has a huge daddy kink.

And a praise kink

Lazy morning sex.

Shower sex.

Passionate sex.

Rough sex.

Jealous sex.

Making love to you.

Lots of quickies.

Lots and lots of hickeys.

And thigh burns.

A LOT OF DIRTY TALK, he will even say it in Romanian to which brings you close to your orgasm.

Orgasm denial, from the both of you’s

Orgasm delay.

Light bondage.

He is a Dom but he can be a sub as well.

His favourite positions are doggy style, missionary, the lotus position, cowgirl,

You’s two have sex nearly in every room and anywhere.

Seb is the king of aftercare.

Let’s just say you’s two have a lot of sex and a lot of make-out sessions.

If you are an actress or newly actress then Seb will support you, watching your movies, or TV appearance, helping you with lines, going to charity events, red carpet events, and movie premiers with you.

Seb prob feeds you food.

Seb is a gentleman though he is a dork and he a freak in bed.

The both of you’s are such big dorks.

Watching sunsets and sunrises together, mainly sunsets.

#sebastian stan #sebastian x reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan headcanons #sebastian stan headcanon #sebastian stan smut #mcu #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #marvel headcanons

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crapitskizaru · 5 years

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Another side of Kiddo to fall in love with: a concept

Could we possibly get some dorky hcs of Kid in general and with an s/o please? Also have a lovely day munny!

Warning: came out a little bit too long, but I couldn’t help myself

He might have some reason left within that red, angsty soul of his, but it’s deeply hidden - he much more prefers to let all this shit go and indulge in dumbass activities to occupy his brain, especially when he has matching company hint: yes, another dumbass, Luffy

there’s not much he cares about, as for his prison time; before he gets to sail out to the sea, doesn’t matter if in a company of his whole crew or alone, on a rowboat, his top priority is getting back at Kaido - the dragon hurt his pride, his honour, took away his allies and his freedom, possibly wrecked his crew as well. The man wants blood.

but, as much as he’d like to take that dragony head and separate it from the neck, for now he’s stuck in one place - with Luffy. That means, the Ultimate Dumbass Procedure has already been implemented

apparently, the perks of his relatively young age hasn’t been taken away from him just yet, meaning he still wields that sweet, childish nature at heart

being in a relationship with this man would surely improve his partner’s patience, striking it up to a whole another level - the amount of Kid’s empty insults and pointless arguments to gain the upper-hand is ridiculous

however, he’d make up for it another way; he’s totally a sucker for cuddling, maybe not full of sweet words and affections, but he just wants to feel them close - even if they’ve just ended a fight or remain mad at each other - when he feels that the loneliness is reaching its top levels, he reaches out to his lover

previously I thought he wouldn’t confess much, but now it’s a rather real possibility; whether he wants his lover to know how many things he would fuck up for them, or how much they fuel his rage and push him to be stronger

“Yes, babe. It’s all for you.”

general dorkiness in his life comes down to Kiddo almost throwing up but managing to regain his composure at the last second as he literally wolfs down his breakfast, just because he wants to be ahead of everybody else in the crew - naturally, no one dares to pick up the challenge

would totally conduct silent wars with his lover - whether it’s about who makes it first to the bathroom and occupies it for as long as possible before the other breaks down the door, or who takes more space on the bed, as well as who can pull off an outfit better, made from one another’s clothes

what can be established for sure, is that his partner doesn’t have to worry about falling into a boring routine - with this man, things tend to get feisty and out of control fast, just like he does, constantly ;)

#eustass kid #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #one piece imagine #eustass kid imagine #xoxobb #eustass kid imagines #one piece headcannons #one piece #<3

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aaravhoes · 5 years

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more sorvus hcs

im just so fucking soft for them my god

Corvus sending wholesome love memes to soren all the time and soren acting like those are really dumb but on the inside we all know that he’s a big big softie who loves it very much and smiles at it softly when he is all alone because dang it, his heart just goes whoosh thinking about the fact that corvus really loves him like that. (This is only if they had technology in that era though like this would be so soft)

Soren misses Corvus a lot when they are separated. They have a dorky but sweet and funny dynamic where they joke about things to each other but contrarily also break out into sweet chain of compliments in the middle. There’s a lot of “fixing each other’s hair” , soft smiles and blushes hiding behind their silly jokes and married couple tease routines. Soren generally misses that a lot when Corvus isn’t around.

Soren is finally so happy to get someone who understands his puns and tries to reciprocate them. Corvus is the type of guy to usually understand a pun and then give a sly laugh while replying with another related pun. It finally turns into a punception and soren and Corvus - both just continue to use their depleting amount of brain cells to make puns back and forth.

Soren usually exercises every morning and Corvus never does (and somehow still manages to stay fit god bless his metabolism) but he likes watching his boyfriend and making corny jokes about soren exercising. Soren Hates it but at the same time he feels like he can’t exercise properly without Corvus teasing him about it all morning.

Soren tried to braid corvus’ hair once. There was an attempt. He tried. It looked messy and Soren tried to make it all pretty by adding soft little yellow flowers in random places in Corvus’ hair. Corvus still loved it and he tried to stick a yellow flower behind Soren’s ear too but soren was like , “Nope, that’s not happening today.” After a lot of persuasion, Soren did finally agree with a sigh but he kept on complaining about how he looked like an idiot for the whole ten minutes that the flower was in his hair.

Corvus builds a zip line across two short rock cliffs with his chains since he knows Soren loves zipping and they eventually have this zip lining date where they’re both just youthful and screaming boys in the woods. They have a butter eating competition together and soren obviously wins since he already has so many years of training. (Extra : whenever soren wins , he makes it a point to rub it in corvus’ face and be like , “oh yeah? Who’s the winner now?” And corvus will be like , “it’s you babe. I know” and soren would just burst on the inside but still put up his confident armour and be like , “hmm mmh it’s me.”

Soren is the type of guy who basically bull shits about every constellation they see in the sky when they are star gazing on the rooftop of the castle at night. Corvus already knows about the constellations but he lets Soren spit out the lies about the fake names of these constellations anyways because he loves to hear Soren talk and act like an intellectual about the stars. He randomly threads his fingers together with Soren’s and kisses the back of Soren’s palm, bring it up to his lips and just smiling with a huge warmth on a cold night. It makes Soren stop talking for a while as he just gives this soft look , his stare resting on Corvus’ beautiful smile and he just wonders how he got linked with such a beautiful man like him.

Claudia teases them a heck ton about being so cheesy and exuding dumb energy. Corvus just has the awkward but mature barista kind of vibe and soren is purely chaotic and confident. Claudia can’t help but call Corvus a morosexual every chance she gets (cursed concept : soren has a shirt called moron and Corvus has a shirt called morosexual and that’s their matching couple outfit and they’re very proud of it)

They adopt as many dogs as possible because they love dogs and Corvus was kind of meh and did not get the vibe towards them at first but when they adopted their first dog, that was it. Corvus fell in love. He would even go as far as to inform Soren that he loved the dog more than he loved Soren. Soren was proud of his achievement of making Corvus fall entirely in love with dogs.

They play just dance together. That’s it. Imagine how cute it is.

I’m crying they’ve kinda stolen my heart and soren was being so soft with him please anyways I hope y’all enjoyed goodbye here’s me thinking about them ,,,, (also english is my third language and I wrote this in fifteen minutes ah so hope all the mistakes would be forgiven)

#sorvus #soren #tdp soren #tdp corvus #corvus #coren #tdp sorvus #soren x corvus #soft #beautiful #hhh pls let them be canon i will cry #gay #might i also add how adorable they would be with each other hm #hmmm

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honorguk · 6 years

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-- What it’s like to date Lucas from NCT (based on my assumptions). Enjoy!

»•» OVERALL:

- lucas is a loud dork so when i say that he is even more of a mess with u i mEAn it

- he’s like hella caring too so if he suspects that you’re feeling down even the tiniest bit he instantly forgets everything’s he’s doing - or supposed to be doing - and turns his attention onto you. unless he’s the one you’re mad at but that’s a different story

- a lil cringy and shows off his girlfriend a lil too much but as if you’d complain

- but he’ll also show himself off and make you brag about him and his biceps but tbh you how can u not

- doesn’t understands periods but still suggests he goes out and buys u things like food and pads. tampons still scare him.

- he also googles on what will help cramps and even though you already know you still thank him for it

- randomly speaks in korean? and cantonese? as if you understand?

- he also tries pronouncing the words with an english accent in hopes of u getting it

- “i’m a multilingual king, babe”

- will make fun of your height no matter how short or tall (but u know he’s joking cos he’d never be an ass on purpose huehue)

- giggly boy

- “babe.”

- good morning texts!! he even like tracks down your time when he’s away or you’re away or if the timezones are plainly different uwu

- hand literally the size of your head

- “whenever you cup my face i feel darkness engulfing me”

- “big hands... you know what they say.”

- “lucas no that’s not even how it goes”

- u own a collection of his shirts that he keeps growing out of

- so chessy! but he’s so smooth! especially when you make self-deprecating jokes

- “dude i’m such trash”

- “then let me take you out ;)”

- you’ll be constantly reassured that you’re his world and that he loves you

- he makes u do cheesy romantic stuff and tbh it doesn’t turn out to be as bad as you think (most of the time)

- matching lockscreens

- hate will often bring him down but knowing there’s someone like you by his side (as well as the members obvs) he slowly begins to ignore the messages. he’s a strong individual and with a lil help gaining his confidence from his friends, family, and partner he knows how to turn that frown upside down

- will always cuddle and if you’re both on the couch his head will find a way onto your lap

- loves when you play with his hair and loves playing with yours right back

- couple outfits!! over-the-top matching but at least it shows that you’re each other’s

- he said “i love you” first

- however cringy or weird this kid is, he still remains your best friend and you his.

»•» DATES YOU GO ON:

- amusement parks! this big child will go bloody bananas over some swinging boat ride and literally scream the whole time hE IS 7 DO U UNDERSTAND-

- he drags you onto roller coasters which i would’t say you’re very fond of but at least you get to slyly hold his hand uwu

- but then again he also doesn’t mind taking you to some park for a quiet walk and maybe a coffee shop after

- he’s a very chill guy if i’m honest he don’t mind he don’t judge

- respectful of your choices too

- cuddle dates are also an option

»•» PET NAMES:

- “babe”

- “sweet”

- “my love”

- “my lady” (i’m sorry)

- pretty much anything else that comes to mind tbh but those are his main ones

- also comes up with weird shit too like ur waking up and all of a sudden you’re being called an egg mcmuffin

»•» WHILE ON TOUR:

- tbh this boy whiny all the members are begging you to call him so he stops complaining that he’s away from his egg mcmuffin

- constant texts

- sends memes (when he finally gets them cos he is also 80)

- when he doesn’t have access to his phone he asks for mark’s or whoever is around bc he can’t cope

- again,, good morning/good nigh texts

- when on call at night he waits for you to fall asleep then ends the call

»•» ARGUING/MAKING UP:

- he can’t

- literally like you guys don’t really fights only when like when he was being dumb and shoved a fork into the toaster bc the bread wasn’t popping out and you were concerned for his safety

- at first he tries making jokes but then he realizes that you’re genuinely upset and his dorky demeanor will fade

- he prefers to not yell or break anything because that’s just not the way he rolls

- he doesn’t touch you (he’s big on personal space) and when he realizes he’s wrong he won’t look at you as he’s a guilty pup

- but if he’s confident that he’s right, he’ll stand his ground and as calmly as possible try to explain his point of view

- sometimes it does get heated and he raises his voice, but he’s very conscious when he does it, so if he yells, it’s for a reason

- you always make up - he never goes to bed (and doesn’t let you either) until you guys are completely off each other’s dick

- sometimes you end up BEING on each other’s dick tho (reader in this case isn’t limited to female)

- so spEAKING OF DICK-

»•» NSFW:

- tbh i’ll probably be doing a nsfw a-z on lucas so here’s a summary

- loud! just as he is outside of the bedroom, he is inside

- is so up to trying new things and toys and positions but also respects you and your opinion so if you say vanilla ya’ll go vanilla

- won’t degrade,, he can’t do that to his egg mcmuffin queen

- not acc that kinky?? mostly because he was a virgin before you met lmaoo

- excited!! he’s always hyper even if it’s like hella romantic and sensual he hyper

- needs your guidance sometimes so he likes you on top cos he wants you to feel good first his own pleasure is nowhere as important

- repeatedly say that he loves you and likes it when you repeat it back (you always do)

right folks thanks for reading i really appreciate it i know this was messy and very casual but tbh i only properly write when it’s a book and yall know ya girl aint that commited sooo

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meshugana1 · 6 years

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A bratty millennial visits a museum and becomes a blowjob obsessed 50’s bimbo

Meredith tapped her phone and scrolled through the news feed, desperate to kill time until her meal ticket for the day arrived, some dorky looking guy named Bill or something. He was late which only served to piss her off more, she was already stooping low enough to let this guy buy her a meal but who picked a lame American history museum? She stood against a large stone pillar that served as part of the entrance to the building, the bright sun beat against her exposed shoulders and made her black hair warm to the touch. She wore only her minimal amount of makeup, no need to impress a guy that wore a bowtie in his profile pic. She scanned the sidewalk again, there’s no sign of him as she shielded herself from the sun with her hand. The little shit was already five minutes late, and the sun was persistently shining in her eyes. She looked the rotating door that leads into the museum and sighed, hoping the inside she could at least find a bench and try to think up as many ways to blast this guy on twitter as she was able.

Her shoulders visibly slumped as she found that there was nowhere to sit in the entranceway, she pressed on though, not wanting to simply bake in the sunlight. She thanked God for her phone right now, the further she progressed into this place the more she regretted agreeing to meet this guy. Everything in this building just reminded her of how great everything is now and how sexist and racist people were before. Slavery, genocide, rampant sexism, that’s all that was here, and it was no less prevalent than right in front of her. The nineteen-fifties exhibit was an assault on the eyes with its absurd colors and silly displays of toxic masculinity. Picture of cars and racers outfits filled nearly an entire wall and more things of that nature were littered everywhere.

She thought it was all bad but found out she was quite wrong when she saw an entire room dedicated to “Fashion of the Fifties”. There were some suits for the men, and the basic James Dean clothing but the worst by far was the women’s attire that took up ninety percent of the space. Nothing but long dresses and short shorts, apparently women were either meant to look modest or like harlots. Meredith couldn’t stomach the idea of dating a guy who liked this crap any longer, she whipped her phone out and desperately texted for her friend Ashlee to save her, she should be polishing off her afternoon jog about now. As she composed her S.O.S her eyes fell on the most offensive piece of clothing she had seen yet. It was a huge black bikini with white polka dots, the cups looked like they could hold volleyballs and the shorts that came with them were big in the seat too. There was a plaque on the bottom of the display case that said these were all the authorities could find of a woman who disappeared in 1954. Apparently, they were cursed and spelled doom for any woman who had them. ‘People were so dumb in those times, who’d believe in a real curse?’ she thought. She could no longer tolerate all this offensive crap and in an act of defiance reached her hand out and flicked the cup of the bikini. As her finger made contact she could see an arc of electrical energy pass between her finger and the bra, she felt the muscles in her hand tighten sharply and pain flashed in her mind. It was so jarring that she unconsciously pressed send on the message she had composed to her friend.

“Fuck!” she cried out and fanned her hand trying to alleviate as much pain as she could. ‘Stupid outfit’, she thought, ‘What the hell did it do that for?’ She inserts the throwing tip of her finger in her mouth to calm it down, and a moment later all the panic and pain have gone and only the sounds of sucking can be heard in the empty exhibit room. As she walked out though she found it very difficult to find a reason to remove her finger from her mouth, something about the digit between her soft lips and being played with by her slobbery tongue was just becoming more and more irresistible, but still wasn’t quite hitting the spot. She tried to think of what it was that her mouth seemed to be craving but nothing leaped to her attention. She stomped her foot in a huff and felt her body tremble at the impact in places she never remembered trembling before. She looked down and thought she could see her breasts actually growing larger, but that was just silly, boobies didn’t do that. She must just be breathing real deep or something, they can look bigger when you suck in a breath sometimes. Something shined out of the corner of her eye and drew her attention away from her expanding boobies, it was a perfectly maintained chrome grill attached to a 1953 Chevrolet Corvette with a V8 engine, she had passed by the innovative machine without a glance before but now she couldn’t take her eyes away. It was painted a fire red and had classy whitewall tires, she leaned over the velvet rope to get the best look she could and didn’t at all acknowledge the weight of her new pendulous breast pulling to the floor or the tightness in her denim jeans. All she was focused on was the car and the thought of getting into the pants of whatever stud had the pink-slip.

So enthralled by the feat of engineering, she didn’t feel as her jeans tore a whole down the middle, giving her growing bottom room to breath and she never noticed how tight her loose fitting shirt had gotten. She never bothered with bra’s, before she never truly needed one. Her lips were still wrapped around her digit as they became plumper and fuller. The soft angles of her face became sharper and the roots of her short hair became lighter then the color shot up each individual strand of her hair, leaving her a golden blonde. The changes to her tresses continued and her hair grew, her bangs developed and after a minute she was left with a head of long, wavy blonde locks and bangs that curled over her forehead.

Meredith had closed her eyes and felt the imagined wind on her face as she thought about her in the car and her man driving it as fast as it would go. She was so lost in her daydream that she couldn’t feel the draft as all her clothing had begun to seemingly melt off of her body and pool at her feet. For a moment it swirled around her ankles and the pool then began making its way up her supple legs again. It flowed up her body in a singular mass but left a residue behind that toon took shape. On her feet were a pair of hot rod red heels with a four-inch lift, her legs were clad in thin black stockings that disappeared just above her knee into a skirt that flared out and matched her shoes. Her torso was encased in a very tight fitting, red bustier that left the tops of her large chest exposed for all to enjoy. She wasn’t capable of being bothered by this things anymore, all that occupied her mind now was having fun, fast cars and wrapping her plump lips around her man’s juicy—“Um, are you Meredith? I’m sorry I’m late,” a voice behind her said, snapping her out of her fantasy. It was a shorter man with frizzled red hair, a plethora of freckles dotting his face and a yellow bow tie holding the neck of his short sleeved button up shirt together.

“That’s me, babe, do I know you?” Meredith said, tilting her head and pursing her lips.“It’s George…from the Kindling app? I…uh, I’m your date?” he said, stammering and trying to maintain his composure in the face of such a beauty.“Oh that’s right, I’m here to meet you aren’t I? Silly me!” she said, tittering into her hand, “I just got distracted by this bad car here.”“Oh, you don’t like it?” He says, a little more wounded that he should’ve been.“What? No silly. Bad? As in really cool? You need to get with the chat today Daddy-o.”“Oh! Good, I was gonna say…cause that’s actually my car…” Meredith’s Jaw fell open, this nerd owned a cherry ride like that? He must be loaded! The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile, she just hit the jackpot! “Really?! That’s so banging! You gotta take me out for a cruise sometime!” George blushed a little, he wasn’t ordinarily so complimented. “It’s nothing much really, I own all the cars here. I’m a bit of a collector…”“You must be an inventor or something right?”“Oh no, I just make software and stuff like that…” Meredith wasn’t quite sure what software was but this guy was loaded and she didn’t really care. She looked around and confirmed that no one else was nearby before she made her move. “You know George, I’m one of those ‘fast and easy’ types of girls that your momma warned you about,” she said as she closed in on him. One hand wrapped around his neck and the other handled his zipper slowly bringing it down. She pulled his face into her chest and gave him a mouthful of her warm honkers. She used her other hand to pull out his half erect cock and coax it all the way there. Holding the warm Johnson in her hand made her mouth water and she slowly pulled her knockers away from his chest and sank to her knees. She lined up the engorged tallywacker with her mouth and looked him in the eyes, “So what do you say, Georgie? I take you for a ride, then you take me for one?”

The end. Hope Y’all like it!

#bimbo tf #time warp #request #obsession

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fusamitsu · 3 years

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You told me that you were struggling to find things that like about yourself without thinking that you’re not that person. So...this is the person that I think you are, starting with,

50 Thing that I love about you

I love your taste in music

I love your laugh

I love your dorky smile

I love how you are truthful and Vulnerable with me

I love how you make me want to be a better version of myself

I love how you’re the type of person that anyone can talk to for hours and hours on end

I love how you notice the little things

I love how you’re empathetic and willing to accommodate to make sure that everyone is included (like moving your movie night back an hour because of that one EU person so they don't have to sit alone in call for an extra hour)

I love how you’re thoughtful in terms of your actions and your gifts

I love how you’re great at making people feel noticed and appreciated whether that be in chat, or in normal interactions

I love how you’re good at games

I love how you are the light of the room wherever you go

I love that you have a sense of humor and how you’re actually funny (even though your favorite joke is the bread one)

I love how passionate you can are about the things that you love ( even when you’re passionate about being angy).

I love our unspoken habits whether it be the scrunch of the nose or the closing of a fist

I love the fact that you make feel safe enough to be honest with you about anything

I love how smart and self aware that you are of yourself

I like the cute voice that you do when it’s just you and me in call

I love how clever you can be (even though it sometimes ends in my getting roasted alive)

I love that you get along really well with my friends and vice versa

I love how excited you get when you tell stories whether it be on stream, or just you and me

I love how comfortable you’ve grown to be around me

I love the look that you give me when you just look into my eyes

I love all the shows and things that you’ve been able to share with me

I love how you love to spoil me as well as your friends

I love how you always feel close to me despite being over 1000 miles apart

I love the fact that even though we haven’t known each other for very long, you make it feel like I’ve known you my whole life

I love the fact that you’re always down to do stupid shit with me like wearing matching outfits

I love when you randomly sing

I love the fact that you have heard a lot of my stories before but you still sit and listen to them

I love the kisses that we give each other

I love the fact that I can do NOTHING with you and be happy

I love the way that you text and I can hear your voice in my head

I love going bed next to you, and waking up next to you

I love how hardworking you can be

I love that you ask about my day, and hearing about yours

I love it when you look at small things and tell me how they reminded you of me

I love the random noises that you make throughout the day

I love the idea of all the things that we still have yet to try and do together

I love how cute you are and all of the pictures that you send me

I love how you gas me up, compliment me, and screenshot the snaps that I send you

I love that you are trying to become a better version of yourself

I love all the stupid phrases that you have ingrained in my mind because I do in fact, remember them

I love the fact that you are willing to learn from mistakes

I love the fact that we are able to share our thoughts in journals like these

I love that I can never stay mad or upset and you

I love your gentle tone, and how you can calm me down when I’m upset

You respect your friends, and constantly make an effort to check in on their well being

I love your flaws

I love the person that I know you can be

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tinydragonsnake · 7 years

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if you have the time and you want to do this, could you please do a headcanon of the RFA reacting to the miasung child being homosexual? (i think it'd be kinda cute cuz i honestly think homosexual people is cute and they deserve more love??????)

Actually yes this is so nice and super fucking cute (this was fun to write!)Yoosung- So supportive - Would actually prefer his baby to not be sexually attracted to anyone, but hey, he can't stop her- He genuinely doesn't mind that his kid is gay, so long as she's happy and unharmed - Literally pulls a knife on her partner, though, and says he will kill them if they hurt his child. - Mia and Hoshi are not amused - (Hoshi's partner totally has balls of steel though since she looks Yoosung in the eye and tells him they'd rather be eaten by rats than let Hoshi get hurt by anyone) Zen- you hear that? It's the sound of Zen's lecturing - Calls all women wolves that will eat Hoshi for breakfast - Freaks the fuck out on her partner when he first meets them - Warns them not to hurt Hoshi, or else he'd kick their ass- He used to be in a gang damnit! - Gains respect for her partner when they knock out a pervert that was harassing Hoshi - "I will teach you all I know." "Uncle Zen, Auntie Jaehee knows more than you." "Shush child!" Jaehee- solidarity!! - She's so happy Hoshi knows herself well enough to admit to being homosexual! - The super supportive aunt. She will do anything, and I mean anything, so that Hoshi can live the best life possible - Organizes several parties on her own that endorse and attempt to normalize the LGBT+ community in Korea - Hoshi and her partner are always at the forefront of each party - Has roundhouse kicked several perverts and assholes that get near the couple - Totally tries to figure out her own sexuality with the two. It's nothing weird, just general questions and watching gay shows (like Noah's Ark, that show is good af)- They're all cute and adorable Jumin- Oh? So Hoshi.... is attracted to other girls? - How is he supposed to react to this...? - He honestly doesn't know tbh- Jumin is happy for her though! He just... doesn't know if he should support her or not- The whole RFA tell him yes. Yes he should. Jaehee even subtly threatened to kick his balls back inside his body if he didn't support them - Goes all out - Starts a project all about the LGBT+ community. He puts Jaehee in charge of it- He totally understands nothing but he enjoys learning - Kissed Zen at one point to see if he liked other men - Jumin ended up with a pissed off Zen chasing him down and Seven filming the whole thing Seven- Buys Hoshi and her partner matching outfits - They're dorky and say things like "I'm Hers" and "She's Mine", but they love them - Also usually poses for silly supportive pictures with them - Has totally bought those shirts with the flags on them. He bought a bi-flag shirt for himself lol- Has literally stayed up super late at night with them while they cried to him about bullies and perverts and jerks. He becomes their super confidante, he'll listen to them and give them the best advice he can - Absolutely targets and destroys the lives of those that harm them too! - He loves Hoshi and her partner, he's gonna protect the shit outta them

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thatishogwash · 7 years

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KuroDai Week 2017

May 7, 2017

Day Two: Sports Swap AU

Summary: As research for their upcoming acting roles, Kuroo and Oikawa watch an MMA Match where Kuroo see's Sawamura Daichi for the first time.

Warning: Slight violence, talk of blood, injuries. (Nothing too bad!)

AO3

“Holy shit!” Kuroo couldn’t help but exclaim as he watched a guy's head snap back, blood spraying out from a clearly broken nose. The guy barely even paused, as if a broken nose was nothing, before he was dodging another punch and moving under the other guys guard. “Fucking hell Oikawa, oh-” Kuroo had a visceral reaction to the upper cut Broken Nose had landed on the other guy. The other guy went down and didn’t get back up.

“Iwaizumi Hajime,” Oikawa had his thick framed glasses on, looking like the least likely person to be attending an MMA match. “His stats are great, hits like a battering ram.” Of course he had researched all the fighters before coming. Oikawa was had scary intensity when he really wanted to nail a part.

That was why two guys whose whole career basically rested on keeping their faces in working order were attending a Mixed Martial Arts fight. Kuroo had been hesitant to accept the friendship Oikawa was offering at first when they had been cast in the leading roles of a new tv show. Oikawa Tooru was known for his commitment to all things acting, he lived and breathed it. Kuroo had always been satisfied with acting, content with the knowledge that he his CV was good and his skills spoke for themselves but it was never meant to last him a lifetime. Oikawa was on a whole different playing field, and he was notoriously high maintenance, though everyone always said that if you were able to work with him, consider yourself lucky.

It was a superhero show and there would be fight sequences put in. Most of those would be handled by stunt doubles, but Oikawa was insistent that they learn it all to make it believable when stunt doubles wouldn’t do. Kuroo had thought they’d take a class or two, not that he’d be front row center for Blood Fest. Kuroo had never considered himself squeamish but listening to bones snapping was a little much for him.

“The fights aren’t that long.” Kuroo took a long drink of his water as they cleaned the ring.

“Real fights usually aren’t, they are physically and mentally demanding, they wear both the body and mind out relatively quickly.” Oikawa supplied, leaning back from his intense focus while the crowd buzzed around them.

“So how exactly did you score front row seats?” Kuroo wasn’t really surprised at their closeness to the action, Oikawa was amazingly manipulative and people tended to just want to do what he wanted.

“Iwaizumi and I are childhood friends.” Oikawa shot him a blinding grin, the same one on the covers of magazines. “You didn’t know?” He made it sound as if he was disappointed in Kuroo, as if he was suppose to do some heavy recon on Oikawa before working with him. It makes Kuroo wonder what Oikawa had dug up on him. Kuroo tended to be a homebody so there wasn’t much on him. He had seen a couple people slyly take photos of them sitting together, though he had no doubt it would be Oikawa all the article talked about. That was fine with Kuroo, he was good with the level of fame he had attained.

“The guy who just knocked the fuck out of that other guy is your friend? The one who just had his nose broken and didn’t even flinch?” Oikawa had a meltdown when his moisturizer ran out. Kuroo had no idea how two people who seemed so total opposites could have remained friends for so long.

“Iwaizumi is a brute.” Oikawa nodded and Kuroo couldn’t help but laugh because that’s wasn’t what he was saying at all, but Oikawa only tended to hear what he wanted to hear. “Next up is Sawamura Daichi and Terushima Yuuji.” That intense focus was back again and Kuroo turned his attention back to the ring as a blonde guy with a dark undercut hopped into the ring, bouncing around and riling up the crowd with his loud shouting. He was as decked out in tattoos as the rest of them, they stood out in contrast to his pale skin.

“Which one is that?” Kuroo asked because he couldn’t make out a thing the announcer was saying over the screaming of the crowd.

“Terushima Yuuji, his fighting style is sporadic but effective, especially against someone like Sawamura Daichi-” Oikawa motioned to the man entering the ring with significantly less fan fare. “Who is rooted in old traditions.” The crowd was in an uproar, screaming Sawamura’s name as the solemn looking man stood still while Terushima bounced on the balls of his feet.

Sawamura was significantly darker than Terushima, and Kuroo could make out freckles spread across his face and heavier on his shoulders and back. Though Sawamura was also heavily tattooed, sleeves crawling down his arms and stretching across his back. His black shorts and black and orange gloves seemed subdued compared to Terushima’s yellow and white outfit. There was something solid about the man, broad and intimidating though Terushima was smirking as he put in his mouthguard.

The bell rang and Terushima was on Sawamura instantly. There was no thought behind his moves, just a heavy barrage of hits. Sawamura was steady, guarded against the hits like a seasoned professional but many of them still landed.

“Iwaizumi and Sawamura have a rivalry going on, it’s mostly pumped up by the media to get fans interested because neither of them really has an issue with the other.” Oikawa explained, leaning forward as he studied the match with a slightly bored air. “I never understood how Iwaizumi lost to him, his fighting style is just so boring and simple. Iwaizumi said once Sawamura just never gives up, his endurance is higher than anyone else's but how is it impressive to be a human punching bag?” There’s something a little competitive, a little ugly on Oikawa’s face and it’s one of the few times Kuroo has seen the real Oikawa. Not the brightly grinning, almost childish persona he shows to the media and fans but the intensely loyal and crazy intelligent man beneath that.

Sawamura is bleeding profusely from a cut above his eyebrow, or maybe it’s through his eyebrow. There’s so much blood it’s hard for Kuroo to tell and he assumes it can’t be easy to fight with blood obstructing his sight but Sawamura stands steady. Terushima is huffing out breaths, his chest rapidly rising and falling and sweat is pouring off of him but Sawamura, despite the wounds, barely looks wounded.

Terushima takes half a step back, probably to regain his form and breath, and that’s when Sawamura strikes. Kuroo has to say there might be a good strategy in letting your opponent wear themselves out because Terushima can’t seem to quite block Sawamura’s attack. Kuroo knows Terushima is finished when Sawamura brings those powerful looking legs into play.

“He won.” Kuroo felt smug, though he’s not quite sure why. He guesses he just likes cheering for the underdog, especially when said underdog is built like a brick shithouse. He was bloody and sweaty now but Kuroo found that he didn’t even mind that much.

“Please do not take inspiration from Sawamura.” Oikawa stands up with the rest of the crowd, tugging Kuroo against the masses moving out of the venue.

“You’re just mad because he beat Iwaizumi before.” Kuroo smirked at the glare Oikawa throws over his shoulder.

“Iwaizumi has beaten him several times!” Oikawa shows a badge to a large man and woman guarding the doors that the fighters had exited and entered the ring through. They check something on their tablets before letting them both in. Honestly, Kuroo isn’t even that surprised.

“But not lately?” Kuroo asks, half teasing and half genuine curious.

“Iwaizumi says he just learns too quickly, he started 20 paces behind everyone else but for every one pace they take he’s moved five.” Oikawa doesn’t sound as if he particularly believes that, but he might be a little biased towards his friend.

It’s a new side to Oikawa and Kuroo likes the other man a little more for it. Oikawa is constantly surrounded by an entourage, but he always seemed like he was keeping them at arm's length. Like he wasn’t quite completely present around them, fitting into a role that they wanted instead of being himself. Kuroo guessed he was seeing this part of Oikawa because Oikawa was trying to figure him out and was quickly understand that Kuroo didn’t want Oikawa to play any particular role.

Kuroo could understand putting on a front for most people. He tended to act a lot more sly and suave than he really was, Kenma and Bokuto especially liked to mock him about landing himself on lists like ‘Sexiest Men Under 30’. Kuroo enjoyed teasing people but he knew he fell more on the side of dorky than suave. He was a very good actor after all.

“Iwaizumi!” Oikawa cheered happily as they walked into the locker room. Kuroo felt a little nervous as several pairs of intense eyes landed on them but Oikawa breezed past them.

“What are you doing here Shittykawa?” Iwaizumi grumbled as he pulled a white shirt over his head. He was bandaged up, his nose was swollen and he had dark bruises beneath both eyes but there was something soft beneath the harsh lines of his face as Oikawa glided over to him.

“Not the flannel,” Oikawa groaned as Iwaizumi pulled on red and black flannel button up over his shirt. “I told you we were going out after your fight! Can’t you look presentable for once? Where are the clothes I sent to you?”

“In the fucking trash where I’m going to put you if you keep talking.” Iwaizumi knocked Oikawa’s fidgeting hands away from the old flannel before closing the door to his locker.

“Mean!” Oikawa cried dramatically. Iwaizumi nodded to several the other fighters as they left, chuckling and shaking their head at the spectacle Oikawa was making. One even stopped and asked for a picture with Oikawa and Kuroo, who happily obliged. “I guess this is alright, are you okay to go out?” Oikawa cupped Iwaizumi’s face, gently running his thumb right below the dark bruises. Kuroo was surprised by this display, even more surprised that he was allowed to see it.

“You’re letting your shitty personality come through again, you haven’t even introduced me to your friend.” Iwaizumi’s words were harsh, but the kiss he placed against Oikawa’s wrist was anything but.

“You should really ice those ribs.” A voice interrupted them before Kuroo could introduce himself. Two people walked into the locker room, one familiar and one wearing the uniform of an EMT.

“I will when I get home Suga, stop worrying it’s not the first time I’ve been hit by Terushima.” Sawamura Daichi should not look as good as he did, considering he was still covered in sweat with blood on his face and over his chest. Kuroo had thought the overall package was nice but a bit plain from a distance, but up close it was even better. He was sure ancient poets were writhing in their graves wanted to write sonnets about that chiseled jaw line and broad shoulders.

“Doctor Refreshing!” Oikawa greeted. The EMT turned and smiled. He was a bit of a knock out too but in a more etheral way.

“Tooru, how good to see you again, you’ll make sure Hajime ices that nose and keeps pressure of his left ankle?” Oikawa zeroed back in on Iwaizumi, looking down at his foot.

“Thanks Suga.” Iwaizumi deadpanned to the innocently smiling man.

“I admit to nothing, but if I did, which I don’t, then I would point out I have to find a way to keep my headstrong patients healthy someway since they never listen to me.” The man named Suga said unrepentantly.

“Are you doing anything tonight Koushi?” Oikawa asked and Kuroo was a little frustrated that Sawamura was so intent on searching through his locker, ignoring everything around him. He felt like it was a missed opportunity when the shorter man moved off to the showers in the far back of the locker room. “Of course not, you’re coming out with us! This is-”

“Oh I know who you are,” Suga grinned and it was quite an impish look. “You were in Traces Gone. That movie helped one of my friends get through a pretty bad breakup.” It was an older movie Kuroo had been in, back when he was still in his teens, Kuroo wondered who the friend was. “Though he prefers Wasting Waters now.” There had been a couple shirtless scenes for Kuroo in Wasting Waters.

“So it’s settled!” Oikawa clapped his hands happily.

“Shouldn’t you ask Daichi before just assuming he’ll come along?” Iwaizumi asked.

“No because he wasn’t invited.” Oikawa sniped back.

“Daichi loves bars.” Suga said as if Oikawa hadn’t spoken.

“That doesn’t sound like me.” Sawamura came back with a towel wrapped low on his hips. He was only a couple steps away from Kuroo and he could now make out what most of the tattoos were. Kuroo was surprised to see many of them looked like delicate line art with splashes of watercolor on them. A detailed skull bleeding into a pirouetting ballerina, a black bird with a splash of blue spreading his wings, softly colorful flowers twisting through all the designs. Kuroo wanted an even closer look.

Kuroo followed Oikawa and Iwaizumi out to wait in the hall while Suga and Sawamura changed. When they emerged Sawamura was fully clothed and his cheeks were suspiciously red. Kuroo wanted to groan out loud because as good as Sawamura looked half clothed, he looked great fully clothed too. He was wearing a simple dark gray henley with the sleeves rolled up, dark washed jeans that hugged his thighs and brown worn-looking boots.

“I’m Kuroo Tetsurou.” Kuroo introduced himself as they began walking towards the club that Oikawa had picked out.

“Sawamura Daichi.” His freckles were adorable up close, his smile warm and his cheeks still stained a little pink.

“Saw that hit you took to the head, you alright to deal with the migraine inducing music we’re about to be subjected to?” Kuroo asked with a grin as Oikawa huffed in front of them. Sawamura laughed and Kuroo wanted to walk away right then and there. Was there anything about Sawamura Kuroo didn’t find insanely attractive?

“As long as they have food then I’m good.” They did have food, and it was pretty good too. They were let right in when the bouncer caught sight of Oikawa and then led into the VIP lounge that was above the main floor. It was still ridiculously loud but Kuroo used that as an excuse to move closer to Sawamura, so he could hear the other man of course.

Despite Sawamura and Iwaizumi’s “rivarly” they seemed on friendly enough terms. Iwaizumi was rough around the edges but Kuroo could tell he was as soft as a marshmallow inside, especially when it came to his childhood friend Oikawa Tooru. Iwaizumi might gripe and complain but he ended up doing whatever Oikawa asked of him. Oikawa, surprisingly, only used that to his advantage for small things, like cuddling close to Iwaizumi on the couch or getting the other man to share his food with him.

Suga, or Sugawara Koushi, was a private doctor for the MMA circle, though he often wore EMT uniform to save his clothes from getting blood and sweat all of them. He was beautiful and mischievous and clearly wanted to push Sawamura towards Kuroo, who was in no way complaining about it.

Sawamura was quickly becoming one of Kuroo’s favorite people. Kuroo knew he was in trouble, he didn’t enter relationships at all because he knew he had a tendency to fall hard and fast. He overlooked all character flaws and had been burned on more than one occasion. But Sawamura was as steady in real life as he was in the ring, a calming sturdy presence that Kuroo wanted to melt into. He also had a wicked sense of humor and was easy to converse with. He never prodded for more information that Kuroo was willing to give and he evaded sore topics with ease.

“You’re not going to be doing any real fighting, right?” Sawamura asked once he learned the real reason Kuroo and Oikawa had been at the fight.

“Bit hypocritical.” Kuroo grinned as Sawamura hung his head and laughed.

“But nobody cares if my face gets all messed up.” Sawamura defended lightly. Kuroo barely restrained himself from saying that he cared if Sawamura’s face got messed up. The cut through his eyebrow was stitched and bandaged but the area was swollen. He also had a deepening bruise along his jawline that looked painful.

“Are you worried about my face Sawamura?” Kuroo asked, leaning a little closer. That flush of pink covered Sawamura’s freckled cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I mean- your face, that’s important to actors right?” Sawamura asked.

“You should come check us out when we’re filming, make sure no one's putting my face in any danger.” It was a giant leap but the slow growing smile lighting up Sawamura’s features was well worth it.

“I’d be doing a public service.” Sawamura leaned a little closer, smile still warming his face up. At that moment Kuroo found it very difficult to believe that Sawamura beat people up for a living.

“It’d be basically like a job.” Kuroo joked back.

“I’d like that a lot.” Sawamura said honestly, breaking the running joke they had. Kuroo didn’t know how to handle that type of honesty, found he liked it a bit too much.

“Good.” Kuroo answered back, voice rasping just a little.

“Good.” Sawamura laughed, warm and soft, their noses brushing against each other at how close they had moved to one another.

Kuroo went home with Sawamura’s number that night. The next morning he woke to a simple good morning text that made Kuroo feel warm all over until he checked his other texts. Several people had sent him various links to several articles about him. About him and Sawamura Daichi, the Champion MMA fighter and possibly Kuroo’s newest beau?

Kuroo brushed it all off but later on when he was out buying groceries he purchased the magazine with one of the pictures of Kuroo and Sawamura sitting close at the club, a warm smile on Sawamura’s face as Kuroo laughed at something.

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Musings over pizza - (Thorcid fanfic)

A\N: Hi *coughs because of the dust*

This fic was first inspired by this prompt I’ve got from anon:

Since they've known each other for so long, I'd love some sort of throwback about Thorgy and Acid knowing each other and then Acid seeing Thorgy becoming more and more popular and creating a scene in Brooklyn

also this adorable feedback:

Call me vanilla but I'd literally read anything you wrote like you could write 5000 words about Thorcid eating pizza on the couch and I'd be down.

And you need to know some things in advance:

1) Watch Thorgy playing the piano cardboard performance

2) In a recent interview (7:13) Thorgy talked about his early adventures with Aja, so yes, Aja is in this fic COME THROUGH SEASON 9

3) Also this pic

4) This happens in the thorcid novel universe, but you have to ignore The birthday series lol and remember what happened in Twilight Time 👌

5) Smut for your nerves!

PS: feedback is the wind under my wings, so help a bitch to still be inspired 💋

“It’s always Shane doing his Shane-nigans!”

The voice of his father echoed and hit the back of his head. It was his cousin’s birthday. Shane was 7 years old. The energetic little boy thought it was a cool idea to open one present. But then he wouldn’t stop after the first one and ended up opening all of them, consumed by his curious nature.

Every time he would do something crazy or reckless, or just existed being his unusual self, people’s reaction was always the same: a heavy sigh accepting what it was unchangeable. Shane was a force of nature. Wild and unpredictable, nevertheless still pure.

The year was 2006.

It was his first time performing out of the campus in an actual bar. He felt silly with his platform shoes and crazy make up, no padding, no body or a hint of glamour. But all his friends were there to support him. He took a deep breath. This is what he wanted. To be free of conservatory rooms with perfect acoustic. He wanted loud and bad music blasting on his ears. He needed the chaos.

“Shane, you’ll be up in 10 minutes” an older queen warned him backstage. He started jumping to warm up and relax his tense muscles.

His dorm neighbor friend spotted a very well-known face strutting among the crowd, “Oh my god Acid Betty is here!”

Shane heard about Acid Betty but never saw her in the flesh. She was a vision with a huge blonde mohawk and an eyeliner that would go all the way to her forehead, cutting the dancefloor like a fierce goddess.

“She is fucking amazing” his friend mouth dropping admired, but his expression was changing by the second. “Oh shit she is coming this way!”

Their eyes met and she winked at Shane. He peered behind checking if it was really for him. But she was really going into his direction. She stopped being out of focus to be inches in front of them, an explosion of colors and a very luring presence.

“Good luck, kid. Hannah told me it’s your first day. We surely need a dance off to pop your cherry and spend that tip money” she spoke loudly and her voice was deep and matched her persona in a weird way.

“I don’t guarantee the tip money but the dance off and embarrassment is for free” he replied surprisingly fast and staring too much at all details of her outfit. He wondered if she noticed and was going to make fun of him. She was quite terrifying.

The facade broke when she laughed throatily in a dorky way and left them behind. Shane’s friend was still starstruck. Shane felt like he was possessed for some seconds, her strong presence taking over his body lighting his fire to kill that performance.

Drag was beautiful.

Maybe he would be that beautiful one day.

Jamin lungs were filled with the thick air, the mixture of perfume, cigarettes and the nauseating sweetness of fog machines. It’s been months since he was in a gay bar. Months since all his Acid Betty attires were hanging on his studio, lifeless. He didn’t want to touch it anymore. Acid Betty was dissolving from his skin every day.

He had a regular job where he could still be creative. A regular boyfriend by his side. Some people still recognized him and he pretended to care about them and smiled politely. Bar 4 had terrible lighting, and the stage was, well, there wasn’t one. They sat in a table next to it and his boyfriend was complaining about the noise. There was a painting decorating the black wall of the performance area. Just a blast of watercolors splashed on the canvas.

He used to be that.

A blonde tall queen entered the stage. He heard of her, people talking about how funny and witty her performances were, Brooklyn drag was going in all directions. Thorgy Thor. He had recollections of meeting her few years ago. He remembers her fire dancing by his side on the dancefloor. She had a different name. Something goofy.

The performance was a voice over, and she was playing a character that was that typical I’m-an-actress-singer-dancer L.A rejected type. He felt a strange connection. She had beautiful legs under the light blue tights and she was acting like she was in an audition.

“I guess everyone is a drag queen nowadays…” his boyfriend bitched taking a sip on his drink. Jamin didn’t care and kept staring at queen hypnotized.

“Actually, I’m Thorgy and I would love to audition for you!” the blonde queen pleaded in response to the voice over.

“Well, you gotta a cute look. What can you do?” the other voice on the recording asked.

“I’m an excellent pianist, and I can kick my leg really in the air like this!” and then she demonstrated throwing her leg high and people in the bar were laughing. Jamin chuckled and his boyfriend threw him a judging glance. “And I really can suck a great-

“Uh-huh!” the voice interrupted and everybody was cackling loudly. “Well, play away!”

Jamin observed Thorgy playing on the cardboard piano with all the feeling and intention in the world. He thought she was great and creative. He felt inspired. And staring at her endearing smile he couldn’t help but wonder if she really could suck a great dick.

“I’ve heard she actually plays the violin and other instruments”

He overheard someone commenting behind their table. He glanced at Thorgy again and that painting on the wall. People are full of colors.

After a couple of drinks and a lot of bitching Chris wasn’t feeling well and Jamin left him home. He was starving and decided to stop in his usual pizza place. It was open until very late and it was the favorite place for dawn stoners and starving drag queens post gigs.

He sat in his booth, ordered a large pepperoni one with nothing to drink since he was on a diet. He was drunk, tired and drained of Chris’s negative energy the whole night long. He heard a loud cackle coming from a group of queens that were eating and laughing on the balcony.

“We’re leaving, girl. It’s fucking 3 am how are you even still eating. We’re outside for a smoke, we give you 10 minutes”

One of the queens said to Thorgy that was devouring a piece with both hands and no napkin. The other queens left and Thorgy continued engaged in her piece. Their eyes met across the room. Jamin wasn’t sure if she was going to recognize him, although they’ve met a couple of times out of drag. He waved coyly and Thorgy squinted her eyes trying to recognize him for a few seconds.

She opened a smile with a half full mouth, got out of her stool and was on her way to join Jamin in the booth. He regretted the decision immediately as she was approaching holding her pizza.

“Acid Betty on Joe’s! What an unexpected encounter!” she chanted sitting in front of Jamin.

“Hi” he replied putting his pizza down. “ It’s the only place open after you spent hours tucked and hungry and that people won’t judge you”

“Yeah, but you’re not tucked or hungry” Thorgy noticed eyeing him curiously biting her lower lip. Her make up was smudged and her gray blue eyes were popping out because of the blonde wig and navy headband.

“I’m drunk and pissed, and these make me hungry” he replied quickly making Thorgy laugh. It was an unarming sound.

It was funny how they would have this brief encounters with fiery witty conversations.

“I was at the Bar 4 with my boyfriend. I really liked you performance” he remarked grabbing another piece.

Thorgy looked at him for a few seconds surprised with the compliment, her mouth curling into a half smile feeling her heart suddenly beating faster.

“Um…I was kinda feeling like shit when I recorded. Thank you” she replied looking down and playing with the plastic fork that was on the table.

“I overheard you actually play the piano and the violin. You should do it in drag”

Thorgy scoffed. The idea of playing her violin in the middle of drunk people banging on the walls to Lady Gaga was at least scary. They would throw tomatoes at her.

“Listen to your heart. Fuck other people.”

He answered her unformulated question and Thorgy was quite stunt by it.

“I’m afraid if I start listening, it will never shut up and I already have enough voices in my head” she confessed. Acid analysed her with curiosity, as if she was something to be discovered. It was an enticing look.

Thorgy was afraid of the randomness of everything. That the people that could be important to you, that could read you like a pleasant book, might just pass you by. We can never know what they really mean to us. There’s no soulmates signs on their foreheads. There’s no sign of “keep me” popping out of their heads.

They both stood in silent and Thogy noticed her friends outside making gestures for her to hurry up.

“Chris was asking about your name and I never asked you about it.” Jamin recalled chewing and noticed Thorgy staring at his mouth.

“My middle name is Thor”

Jamin raised his brows surprised and chuckled.

“I’m Shane Thor Galligan”

“Thor-gee” Jamin concluded before she even finished and Thorgy just nodded. “You have the fierceness, the viking dreads, but you’ll need the hammer at some point, girl”

Thorgy smiled and got out the booth making a gesture that she needed to go.

“For now I don’t even have a car” she shrugged squeezing Jamin’s shoulder before leaving him with three remaining pieces. Jamin observed her fading inside the crowded car into the night through the glass of his booth. ‘Until the next random pizza sharing encounter’ he thought.

It was one of those weeks where getting out of the bed was a struggle. An unseen force would pull Shane down, would break his spirit. Hours wandering around the house. Rearranging the closet that was already arranged. Alvaro was worried about his friend, and if a life long friend is worried about you something must have been really wrong.

Some people paid him a visit, and he wasn’t expecting Aja to appear on his door at all. She was a cool Brooklyn chick, fresh blood and full of energy. He once was like this. He too thought he was the new cool drag that everyone was talking about. Aja was around with her group of friends and she had all figured out like all millennials. Bursting into parties with fake ID and turning on the dancefloor.

Right now in front of his door it was just Jay, with a box of pizza and a bottle of wine. He was wearing a jeans jumper and a ripped t-shirt, a backpack on his back.

“Bitch why you cancelled yesterday. It was amazing at the metropolitan. Now I’m officially legal to drink”

“Officially legal to die drinking you mean” Shane remarked. “Girl, what are you doing here?”

Shane was walking into the living room indicating that Aja could come in. He sat on the couch embracing his legs as Aja opened the box of pizza.

“This is a cheap ass wine that I use for some cleansings. And speaking of that…” he observed Shane and the apartment that was unusually tidy. “The energy of this place seems a little off. And you girl, where are your ‘woos!’ storage?”

Shane shrugged defeated. He went to the kitchen to pick up some glasses for them. “I guess I’m out of it”

“I’m here for a little magical intervention. I owe you girl, you’ve booked me to all these gigs last month. I want to read the cards for you and get rid of whatever is giving me chills right now” he said shrinking and brushing off the invisible force. Shane laughed shaking his head.

“You’re a cuckoo witch”

Aja put some Kanye on while Shane protested but after a few glasses of wine and some conversation about Aja’s crazy dates and adventures he was feeling lighter. When he started sorting the cards on the coffee table Shane was having his second piece of pizza.

She pulled The wheel of fortune at first.

“This too shall pass” he started mysteriously. “Whatever you’re feeling right now, remember, everything vanishes. Also a huge change is on the way about your career.”

“Well, after listening to this record I’m quitting classical music officially” he drunk stated taking a big gulp on his glass.

“It’s funny, because my mother read the cards for me this week and it was my first too”

Shane was observing Aja’s painted nails going through the cards and his head already spinning with the possibilities. He picked out another one.

“Lovers” he scoffed rolling his eyes showing the cards of two identical hearts together. “You’re a gemini. That’s your official card. It means it’s time for you to stop whoring around and pay attention to love. The good type, ya know? From Nicholas Sparks books and shit. You need to open up the possibilities that you can be loved” then Aja stopped talking and looking at the wall behind Shane. He widened his eyes scared. Was he seeing something?

“What bitch?” he asked nervous and looking behind.

“The image of something related to a new year came to me…like a sunrise? A sunrise after a New Year’s eve party?”

As Aja was speaking Shane got chills on his spine. The memories of that unforgettable New Year’s Eve with Jamin emerged from the depths of his mind.

“I don’t know, sis. This wine is cheap as fuck and the mushrooms of this pizza” Aja speculated organizing the cards again to put in the case again.

“That’s it?” Shane grunted still curious.

“I’ll write you some things you need to do. You’re going to have the bath of your life”

After finishing the pizza, Aja left some notes for teas and a bath that involved milk as an ingredient, so Shane could snap out of whatever was going on is his busy mind. The image that he conjured was still haunting.

He also wondered what changes could happen to them. Everything seemed so still, like the world wasn’t moving around, and gravity was sinking his feet. He felt like nothing could change. Aja was still young and vibrant, and maybe her visit was a reminder that he still had it too.

The auction was going well. People were buying Acid’s iconic attires and wigs but somehow Thorgy felt defensive about it. As she was watching Jamin talking to audience, she didn’t want to see those outfits go. They were part of Acid’s history, and so of her too. She never minded auctioning her stuff because they were most from thrift stores. But these were made by Jamin’s beautiful hands. And they would become just a disconnected piece of an incomplete look.

After the gigs, they all went to Jamin’s house to hang around in his studio to have some drinks. Alotta was there and Shane questioned how this friendship bloomed. Jamin was part of the Brooklyn scene again and he couldn’t be more happier. After all the queens left, they ordered a pizza. Since he didn’t have the intention of staying, forbidden by Jamin that said he needed to organize the place, he just took a shower and put on a purple jersey he had on his bag for weeks and nothing underneath.

Jamin was on the couch of his studio just browsing through his phone, no shoes, feet on the coffee table. The pizza box was closed waiting for Shane. He was still wearing his checked suit and Acid Betty’s t-shirt.

Shane came in the room analyzing the whole place, checking some of his paintings and toys. He held a sweet smile, like this place was the core of Jamin. He picked up a troll doll that was on the shelf and stroke the blue hair. Jamin glanced up and down aware of his presence, and then he looked up again locked with the vision of Shane with that oversized jersey, no shoes on, the hairy legs in all their glory and the dreads half loose in a bun. His complete weakness.

“I’ve never seen a jersey so out of place in my whole life” he pointed out checking his body and he approached to join him in the couch. Shane just shimmed and sat by his side putting his legs over Jamin’s with no ceremony and lying down. His arm reached for a piece of pizza that he shoved into his mouth still laid.

The Jersey was barely covering his crotch and Jamin side looked down at him still holding his phone, placing his elbows on Shane’s legs.

After some seconds in silence eating his pizza and observing his boyfriend Shane felt like talking but he paused. He noticed the lines on Jamin’s forehead. His perfect lips wet by the red tomato sauce of the pizza. His black hair fading away with the memory of the first time he saw Acid out of drag. Blonde and skinnier.

He loved this version if front of him more than any memory of their long history of brief encounters. At last, found in translation.

“I was bothered to see all your stuff go. I don’t know. I’m kinda sentimental about outfits. The wig that you were wearing when I first met you was there. You make everything you wear. I felt like I was seeing little pieces of you being taken away by strangers”

Jamin stopped typing on his cellphone and sighed looking at his boyfriend, he rubbed his legs and laid by his side, hugging Shane by the waist, putting a leg over him. He started nuzzling on the hollow of his neck and Shane continued eating but started giggling with the ticklish sensation of Jamin’s stubble.

“Don’t bother, Thorg. They’re just outfits. Sometimes you need to get rid off the old stuff so your mind can see things without dust on it. I’m creating plenty of new stuff.” he reassured him whispering on his neck. Shane wasn’t still very convinced. He reached out another piece and handed it to Jamin that devoured it quickly.

“We’re on that stage. We’re eating pizza laid down with onions falling on our faces and we don’t give a fuck” Shane realized disgusted but accepting the reality.

“And we’re going to have sex smelling like pepperoni” Jamin added and Shane raised his brows with a smile curling on his mouth.

“Are we? I’m not staying over. You were the one kicking me out saying that you needed to organize your studio” he recalled playing difficult and prompting himself to a sitting position brushing off all the pizza remains that were on top of him.

“Well, you appear naked wearing a goddamn purple jersey you leave me without options” he defended himself pulling him back by the waist but he fought back. But not much since Jamin started kissing his lower back sending shivers to his spine.

He got back to the couch and Jamin was on top of him and their kiss was deepening. His stubble was scratching faintly at his skin in a way that was making him tingle all over. Shane’s hands were exploring Jamin’s back, going south to grab his ass and pushing his hips further between his legs. Jamin’s cock was hardening and rubbing over Shane’s belly, his pants becoming small and uncomfortable.

Jamin positioned himself on his knees so he could remove his suit. Shane was watching him still painting and flustered, legs locked around him, throbbing with desire.

“Take off your pants and lay on your back” Shane ordered before Jamin could even decide what to do. He laughed getting out of the couch so he could remove all his clothes and Shane followed him.

“You’re such a jock with this jersey” he teased Shane that pushed him to lie on the couch where he collapsed. He was on top of him in seconds with Jamin’s cock in hands, licking the head as if it was his favorite popsicle. Jamin could feel Shane’s cock squeezed between his legs and he rubbed making him moan in pleasure. He took him to the whole and the vision always made him impressed. Shane grunted in appreciation as Jamin’s hips were rising against his face.

Shane was so dedicated to this task, it was clearly he was relishing every second. He suddenly stopped and changed position, making Jamin open his legs and he lowered himself, kissing the inside of Jamin’s thigh and he shivered, both at the touch and at the loss of the pressure of his mouth.

He was rapping his hand around Jamin, resting the thumb on his tip, smoothing the precum that was forming. Jamin’s fingers were raking through his dreads while he moved lower, licking his balls to find his entrance.

“Fuck Shane…” he pleaded overwhelmed with the stimulation. Shane laughed watching him with eyes closed, his stomach going up and dowm. Shane was grapping his hand around his cock pumping him firmly and slowly, up and down, with a mischievous grin. He slid one of his finger slowy inside him, licking the place to make the move smoother.

Shane’s mouth and finger work in tandem was too much. Jamin was fighting the urge to push his head further inside him, but instead of that he pulled him to stop. Shane was already kissing his stomach, slowly going up, his tongue swirling on his nipples.

Jamin pulled him for a kiss and softly chuckled holding him onto his chest.

“You are so horny today” he stated still short of air as Shane removed some pubic hairs from his mouth giggling . “I thought you were still sore from yesterday” Jamin was still painting looking down at Shane, his cheeks all rose and lips swollen.

“Well…I am…” he realized as if he was aware of that only in that moment and numb the whole time with desire. “But I want you to fuck me. Really hard. Like, now”

Jamin’s eyes widened and he cackled scared of his urgency.

“Get the lube” he gave up trying to make some sense into Shane’s head.

“Ugh” Shane complained. He was perfectly nested on Jamin’s chest and he didn’t want to get his purse inside the apartment. He eyed the bottle of olive oil on the table and wiggled his brows.

“Are you serious?” Jamin was incredulous as Shane reached for the bottle over Jamin as if he was a rug, pressing on his lungs.

“Come on, bicth” he ordered again. “It’s an oil. Smells great and it’s edible.”

Shane laid on his back and Jamin put some olive on his cock and on Shane’s making him giggle.

“You’re paying to wash this couch” Jamin complained but he was extremely turned on with the whole thing. Shane pulled him by his neck impatiently.

“Shut up and fuck me already” he whispered inside his mouth. Jamin’s stomach tensed in anticipation as he slid one finger inside Shane, preparing him, making him moving his hips up and moan.

He placed himself inside him slowly making Shane ache with the urgency, their gaze locked. Shane removed his glasses and Jamin’s and put on the coffee table so he could cup his face as Jamin’s hip was going further in and out of him. Shane could feel the energy radiating from his body, and his breathing quickened, his stomach fluttering with anxious desire.

They were kissing as Jamin went faster, placing himself on his knees and putting Shane’s legs up over his shoulder. Shane started pumping his cock but Jamin took over, and kept thrusting, Shane’s butt cheeks burning with the pounding. Shane’s cock was glistening with precum but Jamin didn’t stop pumping him.

Their bodies slapped wetly together, and he grunted as he held Shane’s hips still, his cock savagely pounding into him. Shane’s thighs were shaking, and he knew that he was on the edge. He kept moaning non stopping incoherence mumblings.

Shane’s breathing hitched as he felt her orgasm building. “Don’t stop,” he panted breathlessly, as his body began to convulse, the knees tightening, his core arching forward. Jamin continued his assault as Shane was still pulsing around his cock, their moans matching in intensity.

Shane was curling in pleasure as he stroke his cock feeling the other orgasm hitting, spilling his cum all over his stomach. Jamin followed him right after, removing his cock and shooting over his stomach too. He felt the waves of pleasure spreading all over his crotch and legs and he collapsed over Shane reaching for a languid kiss. They were just breathing heavily and nuzzling their noses. They were feeling the hot liquid between connecting them like glue. The sensation was quite funny.

“We’re like a very disgusting pizza” Jamin whispered, his head resting under his chin. He observed Shane’s purple jersey on the floor.

“I think there’s olive oil even on my hair” Shane touched the top his head grabbing some dreads.

They stayed there entwined by olive oil. Shane paid for the couch cleaning but Jamin decided that it needed a new fabric. It was dirty again with paint and make up two weeks later.

The Metropolitan bar was full. Everybody was excited for the new episode of season 9. Thorgy was in the dressing room almost ready to come out with Aja fixing her orange suit and skirt. She looked like a futuristic secretary from the 60’s. Thorgy was listening to “Que sera, sera” from Pink Martini on her phone as Aja was finishing her make-up.

“Girl, did you take that bath that I prescribed to you years ago? Oh my god, I’ve never asked you about it!”

Thorgy was wearing his curly brown hair wig and fixing it with a comb. She stopped trying to remember what she was talking about.

“Pfffff, I lost the paper and probably ate the ingredients” she scoffed fixing her Thorgy t-shirt looking at the mirror.

“And how about the new year party thing?”

She just shook her head trailing off the subject. Aja was the real deal and the younger queen took her silence as a confirmation.

“Sis, I told ya. Wheel of fucking fortune.”

Then Aja posed to the mirror sending a kiss to her own image. Thorgy thought that maybe her witch friend could win. Maybe the wheels were still rolling.

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