#get in the way get tangled all the time i WANT A MULLET

[avcdgrdn]

── .✦ [ FIC ]: can i really stay here? ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

mullet stanley pines x innkeeper reader

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, sfw

word count: 1426

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nothing could have prepared you for the man who walked through the front door of the inn that day.

he looked like death, his chocolate hair tangled, his square jaw riddled with bruises and dirt. heavy eyes fixed themselves upon your figure.

"you got a spare room?"

that voice, gravelly and low, betrayed the exhaustion that plagued this mysterious stranger. you couldn't help but stare for a moment, lost in thought.

"i ... ah, yes, of course. just a room for one?"

your hands swiftly moved to ring him up, pressing a few buttons on the cash register. the man visibly reacted to the metallic sounds of the register, an expression of mild panic settling in.

"yeah ..." he dug through his pockets, patting himself over until he secured a grip on his wallet. pulling it out, he flipped it open, revealing nothing but an ID and a few sticks of gum. he clicked his tongue, defeated. "... this is embarrassing."

it was evident that something wasn't right with him; he looked as if he could collapse at any given moment. should you just deny him service and let him leave? what if he just got himself into deeper trouble? was he even in his right mind?

there was a fleeting moment of awkward silence as the two of you avoided eye contact. you took a sharp breath in.

"... tell me, sir, what's your name?"

his bushy brows rose in surprise. "er ... stan. stan pines." stan gave you a once-over, pulling a sly smirk despite his run-down appearance. "why? ya like what you see?"

a sort of scoffing chuckle left your lips. "this isn't really the time for jokes ..." your eyes trailed down to his stained jacket, torn-up jeans, and over worn shoes. at that, he laughed, which quickly turned into a painful cough. the concern became more evident on your face.

"-ah, you're right, of course. nobody would really want a guy like me, yeah?"

you couldn't bring yourself to respond to that. you could see the storm in his eyes.

turning your back to the counter, you picked up a key that was hanging from the wall, holding it out to him as you met his confused gaze.

"room 34. your stay will be on the house tonight, sir."

"... you're pullin' my leg."

"no, i'm perfectly serious."

hesitantly, he reached out his hand to take the key. your fingers brushed against his rough skin briefly before you pulled your arm back.

stan simply stood there, still processing what had just been given to him. he'd tried this before with numerous other places, and they'd all shut him down. he'd been through ... how many, four, five different states by now? finally, a night where he doesn't have to sleep in his car. the notion of spending a night in an actual bed ... seemed unreal.

"well, i ... damn. th-thanks, toots." he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. a faint shade of pink rose to his cheeks, which he attempted to play off by staring at the ground.

how long had it been since anyone had shown him this kind of generosity?

unsure of what to do, he decided to make his way over to his room, locating the staircase and climbing up, stealing a glance back at you. you watched him ascend the stairs, leaning your arms against the counter.

your mind continued to race. the man looked like he'd just been in a fight. did he have wounds that needed treatment? did he have any place to go? ... of course, those were all personal questions that you knew you shouldn't ask about. he is only a customer ... at least you could offer him somewhere to crash for the night.

it had been two hours.

two hours, and yet, you still couldn't get him off your mind.

you figured you might be able to offer him some dinner.

or was that just you trying to come up with an excuse to see him again? you didn't think about it too hard.

making your way over to the kitchen, you had the chef prep a single serving of food, laying it out on a tray which you picked up and began to walk with. the carpeted floor softened the sound of your footsteps.

arriving at the end of the hall, you stood in front of the door labeled "34", hesitating. you steeled your nerves and knocked gently on its wooden surface.

a few moments passed. you could hear the sound of rustling fabric and footsteps as stan made his way over to the door, opening it and observing his visitor. he was dressed in a bathrobe, his hair damp and his face looking much cleaner than before.

"sorry if i came at a bad time. i just figured you might want a bite to eat." you averted your eyes by glancing to the tray of food you held, a faint blush rising to your face.

twinkling lights began to glisten in place of the dark storm you'd seen in him before. his expression softened in disbelief, and he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

eventually, he spoke.

"why are you doing this?"

"... what do you mean?"

"i mean, you're wastin' your good food 'nd room. you deserve your money-"

he cut himself off, swallowing back a bitter feeling in his throat.

"-i ... i need to ... pay it back."

oh. is he ... crying?

you could feel your heart wrench in your chest. "s-stan. it's okay."

he furiously blinked back tears, taking a deep breath and putting on a weary grin. "will ya keep that food hot for me? i'm just gonna get dressed. i think i'll eat it downstairs."

"oh, of course."

"thanks a bunch." he winked at you, then shut the door, leaving you to stare at the room label again. you blinked, then turned around to head back down.

after some time of waiting in the kitchen, you caught the sight of him descending the staircase and walking over to you. he was wearing a different shirt, although his jacket and jeans were the same. his hair was dry and much poofier now that it was clean. you caught yourself staring at his mullet.

"didja wait for too long?" stan pulled out a stool from the bar, taking a seat and watching as you put his plate of food in front of him.

"nah, you're okay." you offered a small smile. "feel free to dig in."

and boy, did he dig in. this man hasn't had a proper meal in forever. his daily diet has consisted of strictly rationed cheap snacks and the occasional stolen burger and fries. you swore you've never seen a guy so happy to eat something before in your life. somehow, watching him was making you feel warm inside.

"this ... is the best food i ever tasted." stan mumbled, looking up at you in between bites. all sorts of different emotions were raging inside of him, and the feeling of being properly nourished was bringing them up to the surface. his brown eyes began to overflow with tears, and he cursed underneath his breath, eating more aggressively to try and distract himself.

"uh, stan? are you alright?"

that was the last straw. his brows knit together and he swallowed his food, dropping his fork onto the plate. the tears were flowing freely now.

"no. dammit, i'm not alright."

stan covered his face with one arm, his broad frame trembling as he choked back bitter sobs.

"it's just that ... m-my parents, and i ... s-see- and my brother-"

he hunched over, shifting to cover his face with both hands. everything was crashing down.

"oh, God, my brother ..."

you walked out from behind the bar, making your way over to where he sat and taking the seat next to him. you didn't really think at all, you just slid your arm around his back and-

the instant he felt your touch, stanley clung onto you desperately.

onto somebody who was showing him hospitality. onto somebody who cared enough to worry about his health. onto somebody unlike anybody else he'd met these past few years.

burying his face into your shoulder, he pulled you closer against him.

"'m sorry ... don't leave me alone."

the wetness of his tears soaked into your shirt, but you didn't mind. here in your arms was a little boy who just needed a hug.

you barely knew each other, but you had a feeling that was going to change.

"don't worry, i'm not going anywhere."

end

[ part two ]

[heavenknowsffs]

I just want the feont pieces of my hair GONE they're so annoying

[salmonskinrolltf]

I’m an 19 year old jock, brown hair, brown eyes. Could you send a copy of the Dukes of Hazzard Seasons? I really like Bo Duke from the show. Something about his himbo redneck charm just makes me fall for him.

Your Be Kind Rewind tape and die have arrived! You roll the die because the web site said you should, but when you roll a 1, nothing happens. You shrug and pop the Dukes of Hazzard tape into your VCR, hitting rewind so you can make sure to catch every moment from the beginning.

As the tape begins to rewind, you think about how you always kinda thought it made more sense for Bo to be gay, or at least bi. He certainly always seemed to prefer the company of Luke to any of the women in his life. You figured he needed a wild, rough-and-tumble redneck guy who could show up in his life and shake him out of his heteronormative upbringing, show him how different it can be to have a little fun with another willing guy.

Unfortunately, that someone can’t be you. Bo’s not real, first of all. But more importantly, you’re too much of a clean-cut jock for that. You think back to your latest game, and how great the uniforms made the asses of the other players look. Especially that one guy - what was his name? you can’t remember - when he was going to make a… basket? Field goal? What sport do you play again? You shake your head as your memories go fuzzy like an old television that needs adjusting.

You decide to reboot your memory by tracking back to the most recent thing you remember and working your way back to the present from there. You cycle through the fuzzy colors and blurry shapes until you hit on something. Siphoning gas from the sheriff’s tank so you could go on a joy ride. Now that memory is very clear, thankfully. What did you do after that?

As you ponder, you feel a tickling on the back of your neck as your hair grows, slithering down in a greasy tangle. The tickling hits your shoulders, and then your mid-back. You shake your head and your mullet flutters against your back. God, you love that feeling. It was hard-earned, too, it took you years to grow all that shit out.

The next memory falls into place. Going mudding with some of your cousins the day after your joy ride. What a good time! You shake your head again and the tickling transfers to the front of your face as a greasy brown beard drapes from your sideburns down across to your chin, a mustache sprouting as the cherry on top of the unkempt, disheveled sundae.

You stroke your beard as you smile and remember going cow-tipping the next day. You picked the biggest cow, of course, to prove how strong you are… While you think about your prowess, your athletic muscles actually shrink down a bit, leaving you with skinny arms and a slim torso where your ribs are in plain sight.

Getting hot, you remove your shirt and stuff it in your back pocket. Your memories are finally traced back to the game you were trying to remember… That game of darts you were playing at the local bar the other night. God, Buck’s arms looked so daggum delicious in that sleeveless denim shirt. You scratch your chest and light brown hair swirls in a spiral pattern from around your nipples, eventually spreading across your entire torso.

And that last memory brings you back to the present… what was it you were doing right now? You were getting ready to watch something, right? It was a… A… You wanted to watch the sunset from Makeout Point, yeah that’s what it was. But you didn’t want to go alone, which is why you parked your truck here by the local bar. You look around to see a serene roadside bar, the trees gently swaying in the humid breeze. You wipe sweat from your forehead, glad you already took your shirt off so you aren’t feeling too overheated. It’s been a loooooong, hot summer.

Suddenly the squeal of tires distracts you from your reverie. A slick car pulls up and out climbs the most handsome blond guy you’ve ever seen in your life.

You chuckle to yourself. This guy is a hunk of all-American beef, but you can see a little sugar in ‘im. You know he’d be willing to experiment if a stud like you showed him the ropes. He wouldn’t be able to resist your sexual magnetism. You spit on the ground, then whistle, catching his attention. He looks over at you and you wink. “What’s your name, pardner?” you ask.

[sugar-omi]

TRANS MASC COVE TRANS MASC COVE (sfw +nsfw hcs pls,, id love your thoughts)

NO BC NOW YOU'VE PUT THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD N I NEED HIM DESPERATELY eta while im in the middle of writing: after this i... i can no longer hold onto my fem!cove thoughts. n i am eating up trans!cove like a starving ANIMAL.

tags : SFW + NSFW, transmasc (ftm) cove, switch cove/reader, some mentions of body/gender dysmorphia, im sure theres 1 transphobe walking around sunset bird so the smallest mention of that clown

SFW

i've been seeing a lotta top surgery scar tattoos on my twt timeline lately, and pls some of them i need for myself bc they're so!!!! pretty!!!!

so i can definitely see him getting tattoos there

not because he wants to cover em up, i just think he sees so many flash sheets over time that he's SOLD

mmm i wanna say that fem/afab!cove would have small boobs

or B cups at most

either way, i almost wanna say that his boobs before surgery wouldn't bother him as much unless someone was sexualizing him or he was exercising n his boobs were bouncing too much or smth like that

even then its usually complaints of, "ugh, this bra isn't supportive..." or something like that

ofc he still has his moments

i also think he only binds sometimes, rarely

doesn't do it often since it's often hot outside, or especially if he's sporty, its uncomfortable

(also looked it up just to be sure) but since he's always on the beach its inconvenient/unnecessary to wear if he can't wear it in the water

but like i said i think he'd be pretty flat/small anyway, so i think he's okay

mm definitely doesn't give up having long hair, or wearing the occasional dress/skirt ofc

but will correct one of the old sunset bird residents if they try and say "see honey, it was a phase, you're wearing a dress today!"

also idk abt yall, n this is more of a general thought, but i feel like step 2 cove's impulse control is. deathly low.

so one day, he has long/long-ish hair

and the next he has a mullet, wolf cut, or buzz cut.

he's so chaotic to me pls

now i've had fem!cove on my mind for weekssss now

so i'm not just saying this

but cove is still buff

thick muscly thighs, NICE ARMS. REALLY NICE ARMS

mm so i feel like he looks pretty androgynous or masc anyway

now im projecting here.

but cove has irregular periods, n they're pretty heavy most the time

or lasts awhile (ok im done projecting. sorry cove</3)

also think he deals with cramps (IM SORRY COVE)

i think his period is the biggest trigger of his body/gender dysmorphia too

although i think fem!cove would hate her period anyway altho tbf who doesnt

he'd definitely appreciate some comfort!!!

bring him another heating pad, your comfiest hoodie or blanket and snacks

he's very happy for the thoughtfulness and the company

step 2 cove would definitely be moved by such thoughtfulness... he's in tears

so after the first time it's a trend to spend time together in his bed, watching movies or something while he's cuddled into your side or next to you in a cove-rrito, all sleepy n comfy...

NSFW

had to stop writing the SFW to write this bc i had a thought

cove laid out all pretty... his chest rising and falling and he's all teary eyed as you're between his legs, eating his cunt until he's seeing stars.

pls his cunt with be so sensitive, and he'd be so pretty to fuck

would shake so much too

his thighs quivering so bad he clamps around your hand

you'd have to hold his legs up so he doesn't nearly flatten your head between his thick thighs

"y/n!" cove cries, his hands tangled in your hair and he's trying so hard not to squish your head between his thighs, but your tongue is flat against his sensitive clit, sucking and bullying the poor button while your fingers make a loud, sloppy mess of his hole.

he whines, hips shaking in your hands.

you tighten your grip on his waist, your fingers digging into the flesh, grumbling irritably around his clit but cove just cries out a loud moan and slurred word, torn between your name, a cuss word, and a cry for god.

you pull of his clit, your fingers still curling against that spongy spot inside his sloppy walls. "stay still, you're gonna crush my head..." you start to kiss his thighs, small kisses turning into you sucking deep hickeys into his tan skin, and that turning into biting.

cove gasps for air, his eyes fluttering closed as he squirms.

"fuck, y/n, please..." he mumbles, tugging at the bedsheets.

you stop the assault on his thighs, leaning up on your elbows so you can give cove a kiss, your lips lazily moving together...

anyway... horny aside for a moment<333

mm i could see cove not getting or really wanting bottom surgery

i think trans cove would be pretty comfortable with his body's appearance overall

and he's probably read into it a lot since it's not like he hasn't thought about it, i could just see him probably deciding its not something he wants

ARGGHH HE'D BE A DEMON WITH THE STRAP THOUGH

ahh. cove holding you down or folding your legs against your chest while he slams his hips against yours...

his strap hitting your poor prostate / cervix, he'd coo about how cute your whines are and that you're making him leak

would definitely upset he can't fill you up w cum

especially if you wanna get pregnant, rambles about how much he wishes he could fill you up with his cum again and again and again...

arghhh fuck imma lose my MIND

definitely takes advantage of those squirting dildos

can at least admire how you look oozing milky lube

omfg definitely wakes up all excited to tell you if he dreamed about it too...

has an array of straps

we already know he has a tentacle dildo or two deep in his closet...

yeah tries them out on you

"don't get tired yet, i have one more.. and it has a knot!!!"

he just likes to experiment on you a little~~ bit <333

ohh please tell him he looks handsome/sexy while you're giving him head

he'll die.

FUCK HE'D GO CRAZY IF YOU RIDE HIM TOO I KNOW IT

yeah he's still the same cute, secretly horny, big crybaby pookie <3333 i love him pls

[secret0codename]

I went back! ^^ With a Headcanon

=/ Hello people, I disappeared but I'm back maybe I'll be less active but I'll post more that way! What happened was that I have anemia and it's getting worse, insomnia and some other things... But I'm back to writing!

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♣︎My Ticci Toby Headcanons ^^

I was looking forward to writing this, as I know the most about Creepy! Besides Sally hihi, I hope you like it, as always my English is not perfect :)

*Small start *

-This boy definitely has a passion for fire and is a pyromaniac; he plays with fire as if it were something simple, but who cares, he doesn't feel any pain!

-"S-shit, uhush, because it d-doesn't hurt" Toby did everything he could to try to feel pain, which didn't do any good and even caused his body to be full of scars, and when he's injured he rarely notices it because he doesn't feel the sting of the wound.

-But he uses this to his advantage, because if any victim tries to fight he will have an advantage because if he is stabbed* or shot* it will not hurt him in any way, which makes him feel "stronger" than his opponent.

- He loves animals, even so he doesn't get too close because he's afraid of hurting them, the fact that his favorite animal is a raccoon makes everything better, Toby feels much better around animals than people

*Appearance*

- Toby is an adult man, over 20 years old, after all he became a proxy at around 17 and 18 years old, his appearance is adult

-Is your skin always very pale, perhaps because of your condition or perhaps because you want to go out more at night? Here's your opinion

-His eyes are brown, almost black, dead eyes, with very obvious dark circles on his face, he doesn't care about it, and he clearly doesn't sleep regularly

-His hair is the size of a Mullet but it is not a mullet, it is tangled and full of curls, perhaps dirt like leaves or even dirt

-Body hair, just like every teenager, he had hair but he never cared about taking care of it, he has hair like anyone else, perhaps very rarely he bothers and tries to remove it but a small cut always comes out, his tics make he loses concentration, which makes him spend hours trying to shave any hair off his body

- "Stupid Ush- Pel-Pelo is sh-shit.. It won't come out" This man has a very dirty mouth, that's nothing new

-He has big hands, with some calluses, he also holds the ax tightly

-He has separate teeth, they are not aligned or much less just white, His teeth are yellowish and a little crooked, but he likes to keep his breath good, so he brushes his teeth slowly to avoid tics, he feels much prettier when he takes care of himself, even if it only happens a few times.

*People*

-He knows very well how to differentiate between friends, victims, lovers, enemies, etc.

-He has long dialogues with victims that he takes a while to kill, even if it could go wrong and the person escapes, he captures them and leaves them tied up listening to him talk for hours, or even days

-If he makes a friend, know that he values it. More like him, he makes people angry, mocks them, humiliates them, but deep down he just wants them to stay there forever, always, ALWAYS

-If he has crushes, that's a problem, he becomes crazy, persecutes, hurts, kills and kidnaps* and if that person doesn't want to, he will get frustrated, at first he would stay still but then he would kill you or something else he comes across your mind

-He doesn't mess with enemies, but if enemies mess with him... Poor things, he won't stay quiet he hates being taken out of the concentration area

*Bônus*

-He doesn't remember Lyra, just small memories or sometimes hallucinations with her, but he forgets. If you are similar to her physically or mentally he will have some dejavus and he will be tame for a while but will soon raise his guard again

[shatterinseconds]

heated confession

Klance trope month ‘23 day 12

Face red from arguing, Keith growls. “I don’t want to see you get hurt on my account. I would’ve handled it.”

“You were going to die!” Lance argues back. His fingers dig into his crossed arms, trying to maintain his cool and failing. “We get hurt all the time. Why is it such a big deal to you?”

“Because I love you, dumbass!”

“I love you too, you moron!” Lance exclaims, matching his tone. His chest expands with harsh breaths. “That’s why I did it. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

So what if Lance almost died in the last battle. He wanted to save Keith, and that’s all he could think about in that moment. Just because Keith can’t see the merits in it, horrified that Lance would try to sacrifice himself… They both could have died but instead they lived. Lance might have a new scar on his stomach, but if that allows him to be able to have this argument with Keith right now, he will willingly be stabbed in the gut a million times if it keeps Keith safe. 

Keith abruptly snaps his mouth closed, so startlingly wide-eyed that Lance has to mentally track what was said a mere few seconds ago and finds his own breath caught in his throat. That   slipped out, didn’t it? Tentatively, Keith opens his mouth again, any residual anger gone in an instant. “You—You love me?”

Not feeling the urge to take it back—it’s out in the open now, for both of them to see; it would be ridiculous to try to retract such a charged statement—Lance shrugs. “Yeah, Mullet. You have a funny way of worming your way into people’s hearts.” Suddenly sheepish, he stares at the ground, digging his heel into the cold metal plating of the floor. “Plus I’ve wanted to kiss you since we found the Blue Lion.”

He hears Keith suck in a sharp breath. “That long?”

Lance can only nod until he gains the courage to ask, “And you love me too?”

Keith mirrors Lance, shrugging in return. “Somedays I can’t remember a time where I didn’t.”

“Oh.” Lance’s cheeks pink at such a stark confession. Who knew Keith could be romantic. “So what’ve we been doing?”

Keith looks at him, the corner of his lips tugging upward, a laugh trapped behind them. “Being stupid.”

Huffing, Lance shakes his head. “Can’t argue with that.” He steps closer, and Keith, as if pulled towards him, matches his movements. They’re so close that their breaths mingle in the small space left between them. “Maybe we should start over.” Lance clears his throat and holds out his hand. “Hi, I’m Lance McClain, and I’ve been in love with you since we started this whole adventure. And sometimes I daydream about you kissing me or pinning me to the training room floor, which now I can admit with little embarrassment.”

Keith laughs. It’s so open and honest that Lance’s mouth hurts as it stretches into a wide grin. Keith grabs the front of his shirt and drags him in for a kiss. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Lance smiles against Keith’s mouth, folding into him until their bodies are flush. His arms wrap around Keith, and Keith’s hands make their way into his hair, tangling with the curls. His lips are warm, chapped, and perfect. They break for only a second, long enough for Lance to say, “The pleasure is mine, Mullet,” before they dive back in.

[iamlostsomewhereinthegarden]

Braiding Yugioh Hair Headcannons

Me writing this came to me in my dreams actually

You’re the Kaiba’s adopted sibling that’s just a year younger than the gang!

Yugi Muto:

* The only place that you can actually braid properly is those yellow bangs and it still sticks up awkwardly

* The amount of products and hairpins you have to use to braid his hair in his head and have it stay on his head is enormous

* The only way that you didn’t go broke by buying the products and hairpins was by tricking Kaiba into wanting to see yugi with his hair braided down

* Aka telling him he would never be able to get the products to keep his hair down, it works really well

* Honestly yugi was just happy to spend so much time with you despite the hectic process

* The braiding sesh was actually fun for him and Yami was so confused and amazed when he was in control of the body

* Yugi also enjoyed the shocked looks he received when others especially the gang saw his hair completely braided down

* A lot of people thought the world was gonna end lol

* His hair was back standing after 3 weeks

* 2 weeks with products in before washing it out then another week of the hair slowly rising back up

* He enjoyed his time with braids

* You tried braiding his hair without products

* But to keep it down you had to place either a bunch of clips or hair ties and it ended up giving him a headache

* “Yeah Y/N these clips aren’t going to work, sorry!”

* It was a shame too seeing as you got him dark magician hair

* So it was flying braids or spending a lot of money to keep them braids down

* Your pick

* The only time it works without product is when his hair is soaked

* But then it’s frizzy and weird when it dries, better to not do it

* At least once every 3 months Kaiba buys the products to relax Yugi’s hair in order to braid it cause you bother him for it

Seto Kaiba:

* Don’t you dare touch my hair

* This rule applies only before work and important meetings or galas

* Ofc you can braid his hair any other time and he’ll wear it pridefully out of work

* Kaiba is weak to his younger siblings (cause they’re his only family members)

* He doesn’t wear it to work only because a whole crew of valuable people almost got fired for making fun of the braids his sibling did

* “It seems you guys don’t value your jobs huh?”

* He still comes in to work time to time with braids and clips but no one dared to j joke or laugh about it now

* Yeah he has short hair, but he grows it out just enough for you to make some braids in it

* Mokuba enjoys braiding his hair too

* You guys add a bunch of BEWD clips into his hair also so Kaiba walks around even more prideful

* He enjoys his clips

* Braiding Seto’s hair is bonding time whether it’s just the two of you or all 3 siblings

Mokuba Kaiba:

* Braiding his hair is also sibling bonding time

* He gets his hair done on the regular though and takes great pride in it

* His hair is really messy and gets tangled easily so the braid is the best thing for his hair

* You joke often and call him Rapunzel

* A bunch of Kuriboh pins are added to his hair much to Seto’s disgust but he doesn’t say anything

* Almost threw hands at school for someone making fun of it

* “My older sibling did it for me, I bet you wish you had two cool older siblings like mine huh?”

* Despite hands not being thrown the other kid was roasted so bad you had to pick him up cause the teacher took him out of class

* “They started it by making fun of your work!”

* That kid better pray their parents don’t get laid off cause Seto is petty af

*You’re also really pissed when he cuts his hair later, but convinces him to not cut his hair as short as canon

Joey Wheeler:

* Doesn’t like his mullet being changed

* But through the power of you and Serenity he eventually relents

* His hair is great

* You give him cornrows cause of the “Brooklyn Rage” joke to mess with him

* He likes it

* This session also cause Serenity to get her hair braided

* It turns into a bonding session between your boyfriend and his sister

* It’s really cute and he enjoys this time

* But ain’t no one catching him outside the house with the braids

* He’s got a reputation to upkeep

* But I’m the safety of his or your home he’ll gladly wear it

* Or wear it with a hat

* He only wears it at your house cause Seto refuses to make fun of your work

* Actually is kinda cool with Seto cause he also gets stuck in the hair braiding bonding time so they spend time together anyways

Ryou Bakura:

* Have you seen his hair?

* It’s most likely Mokuba quality but fluffier

* He enjoys having his hair braided

* It’s relaxing and destressing

* Has definitely fallen asleep with you braiding his hair

* But he’s def tender headed

* So no box braids or super tight twists, plaits, or braids

* Reminds him of doing his younger sister’s hair

* And when his mother did his hair before he left to be by himself

* When he comes over for hair braiding day at the Kaiba place the staff knows it’ll be a calm day

* Man can make the situation calm af on this day

* Takes care of everyone’s hair and makes it’s hair not tangled

* Mokuba loves him cause of this reason and approves of the relationship

* Seto and Ryou works on promotional art, ads and other business stuff Ryou during the hair caring sessions

Marik Ishtar:

* OMG ITS HAIR BRAIDING TIME AINT IT?!?!?

* Loves his hair getting done with you

* Enjoys your hand in his hair

* Brings him great comfort as it means someone isn’t scared to touch him and actually loves him

* Reminds him of the time his father was actually nice to him and ruffled his hair and he braided his dad’s hair

* Also reminds him of the peaceful times when Ishizu braided his hair and when they did Rashid’s hair

* You bring back the sessions and he’s very happy about

* Actually the whole family is

* Always has some drink with him for this time

* Is actually part of his self care schedule

* It specifically says in his routine list:

* “Y/N braiding my hair”

* Very good family banding time

* Good job on helping bring the family back together!

Duke Devlin:

* Has you often braid it

* Finds it fun and relaxing

* Crap ton of dungeon dice monsters and dice monster hair accessories made by Kaiba Corp specifically for him based on your request

* Speaking of which, he would also be someone to do business during the hair sessions

* But the staff knows it’s gonna be a chaotic day when he comes over

* Screws around with Seto but genuinely helps Mokuba with his hair

* Has you try to do his hair in multiple complicated styles

* His hair is silky smooth but thick af

* Sometimes he falls asleep when you card your hand through his hair before braiding it

* Loves the time you spend together doing hair and make up the most outside of cuddling

Maximillion Pegasus:

* In this case Pegasus is your adoptive father and you’re friends with the friendship gang through Duelist Kingdom

* Hair care day is a weekly thing

* Minimum of once a week it happens but it usually happens every single day

* He wants to connect with the child that reminds him of his dear wife

* This is how he first connected with you when you were newly adopted and still shy

* Eventually you become comfortable with him but the braids are really bad

* Now we speed up to the present and you’re an expert hairstylist and your braids are immaculate

* His hair is silky smooth and thing too

* When you’re sad he comes in and it’s a hair makeover session!

Tags: @reallyromealone @jkloserdazai @kokonoiscoconut @gaybitchfx

[kidgetrash]

For the ship asks — nicknames and who tops ;) ❤️💚

I have been awake a total of ten minutes and just checked my laptop and this popped up! I was like okay cool something to do once I have had my meds, put my contacts in and, most importantly, I'm awake, but noooooooooo, it's biting at the inside of my brain to come out! So!

Nicknames?

Keith had no idea that petnames would come so naturally to him. They had only been together for a day when he suddenly started calling her Katie, and from there his Katie-Kat. In time it evolved again to Kit-Kat, then finally to Kitten. Pidge laps it up, purring and pretending to headbutt him affectionately when they're snuggling which inevitably leads to him tickling her under the chin, which makes her shrink her neck down and giggle endlessly, which he finds adorable. He will call her babe casually, which gets some strange looks in garrison meetings, and normally Lance pretends to stick his fingers down his throat at how lovey-dovey they are.

Pidge on the other hand, struggles with it. She doesn't like all the what she calls old-fashioned traditional nicknames, they just don't suit him. So instead she starts calling him hers. 'My emo, my Keith, my paladin. And Keith LOVES IT! He has never felt he belonged to someone before but here she was claiming him as her own at every opportunity! It pleased him on so many levels he doesn't even mind when one time she has her fingers tangled in his hair, kissing him softly and calling him 'my mullet'. Honestly, she had expected a reaction, it just wasn't for him to throw her down on the couch and ravish her! She tucked that piece of information away for more private time!

Who tops?

Keith always figured, if and when he got into a relationship, that he would be the top. He likes things his way, he likes to protect what's his, but then Pidge blasted into his life. From the start of their relationship, he knew she wasn't someone who needed saving or protecting other than to sate his own ego, so when she asked him if he had ever considered being tied up during sex, he shouldn't have been surprised that she meant him, not her, being left vulnerable. But wow, what a vulnerability it was! Being at her mercy gave him a raging boner before they even started, and Pidge delighted in the fact that her idea did that to him. She spent a long time teasing him, taking him to the edge of pleasure before drawing back again. Keith had no idea that frustration was something that would get him off so much, but here he was. And he'd do it again. And again.

That being said, that doesn't mean he can't take charge when he wants to, and he really likes to ravish her at the most inappropriate times. He likes making her stay quiet while he takes her at her desk, in the lab (only on approved surfaces that won't taint her work of course!), anywhere they could be heard. He definitely hasn't got her off while she's on a work call, not once...more like a dozen times. Everyone wonders why Pidge prefers not to take video calls, and it's because this horny bastard revels in trying new ways to make her break her work face and serious tone. He knows he's got to her when she says she'll have to call them back, and there was that one occasion where she didn't hang up on Matt properly and he wouldn't meet either of their eyes for over a week. The poor boy was scarred for life, having hung up at the first moan he never wanted to know his little sister was capable of.

And these two are not shy about experimenting with toys. Hell, experimenting should be Pidge's middle name at this point. She researches the hell out of it when they decide to try something new, reporting back to Keith like it's the most serious mission she has ever pulled a slideshow together for. Once they hit the order button, always together, there's some sloppy, rushed sex, simply because neither one can wait for the new "appliance" to arrive, whispering to one another what they will do once it's delivered.

As for Pidge, while she sometimes likes to take her time and tease Keith into an absolute frenzy, sometimes she just wants Keith to take control. He can always tell when she's in that kind of a mood because her kisses will be less forceful, she'll kiss her way across his jaw and whisper; 'please' in his ear, and then he knows. She needs him to take charge, to tease her slowly until she's almost crying with need, and only then will he flip her over and ram himself home inside her so she cries out. He demands she touch herself while he stables himself with his hands on her hips, the slapping sound of their bodies meeting at speed joining her desperate cries for release.

Bonus:

Zero. G. Sex. They've tried it. They've mastered it. And they learnt they have to work together!

Phew! I hope that was what you had in mind, because that damn well ran away with my imagination, married it in an illicit ceremony, then took it on a sexcapde honeymoon!

Send me a ship meme from this list!

[euphoniouspandemonium]

Of course I'd love to know more about Cheryl and Richard?? Slightly pathetic sad bi vampires? With Good Omens and Neverwhere vibes? Sign me tf up

Okay okay so! Cheryl is actually the vampire one and Richard is literally Just Some Guy. They are gay for eachother. Cheryl's name might be Cath, I don't know, it's not like I'm the writer-

Basically they're the main characters of a WIP that is *gasp* not historical fiction ???? I don't even know when it's set. What's happening to me? We may never know. No, okay, it's not that much of a mystery, it's as simple as I wanted a bit of a change so whacky supernatural pseudo-80s bullshit it was. And oh boi is it fun to think about.

I don't actually know what the Plot is, I just have vibes, Cheryl, Richard, one (1) funky demon, and a completely unhinged former Catholic priest who has Beef with Cheryl.

But about Cheryl and Richard.

Cheryl is a vampire, as I said, and they have red hair and a mullet and they look. A suspicious lot like David Bowie in my head but it is what it is. They are absolutely pathetic and they're so hot they make everyone question their sexuality. And gender. They suck people's blood with such a cute little smile that people can't even be mad at them about it. They are an asshole they have big dick energy they seem more powerful than everyone ever they are a bottom they haven't had a thought in their entire life-

And Richard is of course smitten with them. He hasn't done a single exciting or weird thing in his life other than having a relationship with an Actual Vampire. He's the type of guy you see in the grocery store looking at cat food with a look in his eyes that says "I haven't done a single weird thing in my entire life I love my parents also I have a cat ask me about my cat". He got all the good grades when he was a child. He's nice to his neighbours. He goes to sleep at 10 pm and wakes up just in time for his Boring Normal Guy Job™. And his boyfriend is a vampire who sucks his blood to show affection and he gets tangled up with the aforementioned demon and other demons and the crazed priest and like idk other bizarre bullshit I'm really just gonna bullshit my way through this really. And I am obsessed with them they're my shiny new dumb fucks.

But just because they are amusing does not mean they are spared from angst. Oh my, they most definitely are not. Hueheheehhehueh.

[exhaustedstripper]

Dear Diary - 3.13.23

I used to joke that I only did pole and acro tricks at the club if I was making enough on my stage set to cover a bottle of ibuprofen.

After 5 hours, I walked with 80 bucks and a backache that absolutely was not worth it. My very mormon gymnastics coaches would probably keel over and simultaneously roll their knowing eyes to learn I'd become a stripper. Or would they say..."who again?"

Jokes on you Jen, I can still do back-walkovers. I do them over the stage ledge, landing my ankles softly onto the shoulders of whatever lucky patron I have deemed is least likely to try to touch me or think I genuinely see something in them under that red light. Then I pretzel fold myself into a short series of contortion movies and the crowd either sees god in this contorted pussy or they are so beaten down by their own day that they cannot appreciate the work that goes into folding oneself into an appetizer for their amusement at 1 dollar a song per person.

Since it was an abysmally slow night, I tried to make the most of it by trying fernet, a recommendation from every bartender under the sun. I have tried, multiple times to make good with Fernet, but no more after tonight. Drinking fernet is an uppity bartender thing and I'll not be convinced otherwise.

It's liking sucking down spruce cum only the spruce had a diet of bong rips alone. (What are you trying to prove, bartenders?!)

But, sometimes my shift is slow enough for my to question my reality and try fernet again. A shift so slow that I feel safe to subject the audience to my fantasy set.

Underground by David Bowie, 5:57

Star Wars - Cantina Band - Epic Version by Alala, 2:24

Never Ending Story by Limahl, 3:30

All of these songs are on Spotify. You're welcome.

The fantasy set is not a smattering of randomly selected pieces. Each song is plucked from a movie popularized about 10 years before I'd discover them. (My taste in film/music was delayed due to my growing up poor and only having access to what my dad deemed was good entertainment...i.e. his childhood movies).

Underground, from Labyrinth, one of my all-time favorite films. It has everything. A dry humored British worm, handling life in the labyrinth in the most British way humanly possible. Oh, lost a baby have we? Come squeeze your gargantuan human lady body into my worm-house and hang with my worm family. Drink some tea.

Then we've got Hoggle, who is so rough and tumble until bribed with the correct accessories - arguably the most relatable character in the film. Knows the monarch is a sadistic prick, doesn't want to tangle with said monarch for obvious reasons, does not want to hang out with a whiny human girl, tired of walking, understands that faeries are bad news. Hoggle gets it.

Here is where I acknowledge that Sarah exists. And that's about the nicest thing I have to say about her.

Toby, the baby. Excellent acting for a baby. Smiled a lot, that can't have been easy to manage seeing as though he was surrounded by Henson Goblin puppets and those things were horrifyingly ugly.

Then - the bulge himself. Bowie.

To be clear, Bowie in Labyrinth was not my sexual awakening. In a cruel twist of fate, that prize goes to Will Smith in Independence Day (I hate aliens and anything alien related, but this is a story for another time). But Bowie was a close second. The androgynous look of the Goblin King spoke to me in a way that confused me at the time. I liked him because he was simultaneously masc and femme. To this day, when I see anybody dressed as the Goblin King or a man who is comfortable being femme, I am turned on. I am here for it. Eyeliner? Yes. Shiny pants? Absolutely yes. The mullet? Please dear god let my half white trash roots have their dream.

Honorable mention to Bluto. You are so cute. I know you do not actually exist but if you did, I would send you fan mail. You precious gift to this world. I'm sorry those Napoleon complex goblins bullied you. You deserved better.

My unending devotion to Labyrinth aside - the song Underground happens to be 5:57. This is far too long for a strip club song, ideally you want to aim for the 3-4 minute mark. And, ideally, you want to choose songs that...are sexy. But lucky for me, I have a day job and really work that Manic Pixie Dream Girl angle so people lose their shit when I pull crap like this. People pay me for my whimsy, not just my ass and titties. Anyway it's basically a 6 minute song, which I chose on purpose.

For one thing, the intro takes 19 seconds to welcome Bowie's unmistakeable voice. The song is familiar enough to enough people, without being overplayed or "rediscovered" to where they always stop for a second, letting the memory register. You can tell who loves Labyrinth by who cheers first, and who has merely seen it more than they care to confess by the time it hits them during the chorus at 0:54, at which point they no knowingly as if they knew all along (posers). The song itself is jaunty, and while you may think it's hard to make it sexy, it's got a decent flow that allows for a variety of dance styles that are fun and less physically demanding. The length of the song allows for the girl ahead of me, who is leaving the stage, to gather her tips and me to bop my hips to Bowie's words, by which point people tend to pay attention to some degree. The length of the song ALSO allows me to justify my next choice, sitting in at 2:24 - too short for a strip club song.

Star Wars- Cantina Band - Epic Version by Alala is hands down the best remake of any of the Star Wars songs.

Curiously, the song begins with what we would recognize as the Finale (and yes, I listened to two of the original Star Wars soundtracks, both New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back to verify this). The Finale builds dramatically, full symphony. Again, the customers at the strip club are forced to pay attention - how could they not? There are many things they expect from their night, many things that will leave their expectations unfulfilled but THIS is my gift to them. You may not hold my tits sir, but you may have this ludicrous story to tell to all your friends.

Anyway - the song slips into the famous Cantina Band, a saucy, dance version of it that you can't help but bop to. A repeat of the Cantina band hits, a scoshe faster, bolder before a sudden but tactful fade into the finale. I'm not even that big of a Star Wars person, but the mix is brilliant, and it makes me smile. Therefore it lives on the fantasy set.

Having evened out my general time between songs 1 and 2, I am free to end my set in an admittedly less impactful, but still deserving song - The Neverending Story.

Re-popularized in recent years by Stranger Things, I gift my unsuspecting crowd another memory. I use the legato notes to shift into poses on the pole, so as Limahl blissfully breaks into "Neverending Storyyyyyyyy" I am shifting into whatever move it is where I hinge my right knee and hang stretched below it. I can achieve a number of shapes here, and transition into my superman. A move that is marvelously difficult and painful to hold and yet NOBODY ever is impressed. Please understand, you hold your body weight horizontally across the pole by your thighs alone, you hand does jack shit.

The set may sound ridiculous to you, and frankly, it is. But sometimes, you go to work after working your full-time day job, and you walk away with $80 bucks in your pocket and you have to carve out a win for yourself with something just a little absurd.

[indouloureux]

no bc that drabble about soft sex with eddie has done something to me augie-

i had a (basically prophetic) vision of riding eddie and like holding his hands like that way where ur fingers are linked and ur like FULLY holding his hands and ur fingers are in between each of his and its just so cute and you both can't stop smiling and lszidufhlifuisjks

(i think the brain rot has finally gotten to me, babe)

-jorj👻

18+ mdni NO BECAUSE i told myself i wouldn't write other things until i finished this 20k fluff BUT

somehow bauhaus's third uncle had moans and grunts and skins slapping now. it had eddie's delirious groans, your high-pitched whimpers and the applaud of your flesh as you bounce on your lover's lap with all the vigor you've mustered.

"that's it, baby," eddie's head throws back against the couch, his hair sticking to his bare chest, an ophidian curl covering the demon right above his heart. he watches his cock disappear in and out of your gummy cunt, his hairy thighs sticky with your mixed arousals. "keep bouncing that pretty body,"

you do. with your hands on his shoulders, fingers loosely tangled in his disheveled mullet, your own hair moved to one side over your left collarbone that just makes the right side of your face so ethereal with the glisten of your sweat; eyes scrunched in ecstasy as your plump lips exude moans that eddie finds himself getting harder if possible.

"fuckin' ozzy, eds," ozzy, his own term for god in his own blissful moments that you'd picked up from him. your boyfriend smiles in his heavy gaze, lips lazy and yearning. "feels s-so good."

your head throws back, presents him his own purple-yellow art work created by love bites and starved sucklings. and he finds himself leaning up to press ever-so chaste kisses onto your neck, riding his lips up to your collarbone until he finds your wet lips.

he kisses you. feverish, hot, amorous. in that frenzied moment, he kisses you like you're in a field up a hill beneath the morphing clouds. with blooming flowers tickling your ankles and the ruffles of your dress grazing his knees exposed from his ripped jeans; like you're not both naked, covered in slick and producing wet squelches from your wild sexes. no, he kisses you, righteous in his own want.

"you look beautiful, honey," he murmurs against your soft skin, finds comfort in it. "like...a slayer. slayer of dragons and all men. you've slayed my heart actually. kept it all to yourself riiight after."

"how–c-can you talk so—...so casually while i'm fucking you?" you laugh incredulously, eyes shut with your eyebrows joint into concentration and forced energy.

"its a talent, i guess," he kisses your temple. "i can be blissed and talk about how beautiful you are at the same time, you little devil."

"thought i was a slayer?"

"you can be a lot of things. a lot of things but you're still you, huh. you, the one that i love," he tucks your hair behind your ear, sees the small dollar-store pearl earring that he bought you and swoons.

you sigh against him. "such a sap, babe,"

he kisses you again.

eddie's hands roam from your waist up to your tatted arms, inked drawings he put on you himself that he traces with his thumb until his fingers slither up to find yours and lace them together.

he pries your lips apart in a soft click, a string of saliva coming with because despite the doting moment, you still are cock drunk. you lazily grin at him, flashing him your pearls that makes him turn liquid and melts back into the backseat of his couch, taking your hand into his and placing them on his chest.

even in moments that don't burn in corybantic lust, he finds himself falling deeper for you. with the sun shining through the trailer blinds and gives you an incandescent glow, his thumbs trace your knuckles, eyes drooping when you clench around his cock and he moans. you smile tiredly, bringing your joint hands up to your lips and kiss its back, before you rest them back to his chest.

he feels you clench a couple more times before you cum onto him and he spills his hot seed into you, moans joined when he kisses you again just because, your hands laced like a delicate silk ribbon, sitting between your bodies to remedy your aching limbs.

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[autisticlancemcclain]

“So,” Lance probes, “where are going?”

“Surprise,” Keith says simply. He grins when Lance huffs indignantly, right on schedule.

“Why? Just tell me! I need to prepare! What if I’m underdressed? What if —”

“I promise you’re not underdressed.”

“That’s what you think, but you’d wear jeans to a ball!”

Keith laughs, bumping his shoulders lightly with Lance’s. “I’ve never seen anyone dress up to go wear we’re going. Besides, we’ve only got one outfit. It’s not like you’ve got much else to change in to.”

Lance opens his mouth to argue, but closes it, tilting his head. “Okay, that’s fair,” he concedes. “I still think you should tell me.”

“I think you like to be surprised.”

“…Fuck you.”

Keith laughs, and Lance shoves him, but he’s smiling.

“Smug bastard.”

The tease and bicker all the way to Black, not even pausing to make their way up the ramp. Keith feels Black roll her hypothetical eyes.

“I still think I should be informed,” Lance says once Keith gets settled.

“I think you should stop asking.”

“…Make me.”

Keith inhales sharply, looking up at Lance from his position in the pilot’s chair. Lance is smirking at him, brown eyes narrowed and dangerous. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and what he’s trying to get.

“Well, Mullet?” Lance asks quietly. Smugly. “You want me to shut up? Make me.”

Keith flicks his gaze down to Lance’s lips. They look soft, a little shiny. A little glossy, really. He wonders where the hell Lance got lip gloss in space. He wants to lick it off his lips so badly the need almost bowls him over. God, fuck, Keith wants to press Lance to the wall right here and now and fucking ravish him, devour him, bite his neck and nip his ears and just fucking press his lips to every part of his deliciously smooth skin —

Keith shakes himself. He is trying to be a gentleman, here. He’s trying to romance Lance. That’s the least he deserves; a night to relax and laugh and have fun. Lance deserves a plush bed and low-light candles and flower petals and tender, tender time, not something desperate and rushed in a cockpit.

(He also, frankly, deserves to be fucked so hard that the only thing he knows how to scream is Keith’s name. He’s a brat, and he knows exactly what he’s doing when he crawls over Keith’s lap during family movie night “to get the snacks, sorry, don’t mind me.” But that will come, all in good time. Keith wants to enchant Lance, dammit, and by God he will.)

Keith resolutely turns back to the dashboard. “No,” he says loudly. Loud enough to give himself away, judging on Lance’s muffled giggles. “Stop that. I need to focus, Lance, Jesus.”

Keith doesn’t need to face Lance to know he’s grinning. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Fearless Leader.”

Keith shakes his head, although now he’s grinning too. Lance only ever calls him that when he thinks he’s won an argument.

Lance is usually right.

Lance calls him that a lot.

“We’re about to land,” Keith says, changing the subject. The charged atmosphere changes immediately, and Lance surges forward excitedly to the window, taking everything in with wide eyes.

It’s a large, sprawling set of buildings set on a boardwalk on a touristy beach planet, which Keith knew Lance would love. The cheesy flashing neon lights are clearly visible, lighting up Lance’s face in red and blue. Keith can’t help the besotted sigh that spills from his lips. Lance is just — he’s breathtaking, in every situation, in every setting. Always.

Lance flashes a grin at him when he feels him staring.

“You gonna check me out all night, or are we gonna go do something fun?”

“Both, if you’ll let me.”

Lance freezes, a little. His ears burn.

“Stop trying to fluster me,” he scolds.

Keith shrugs, helpless. “I wasn’t trying to.”

Lance flaps a hand at him, squawking a little. “That’s worse!”

Keith huffs a laugh, stepping towards Lance and tangling their hands together.

“That’s just how I feel,” he says, pressing a fleeting kiss to his warm cheek. He feels more than sees Lance’s eyes roll, but Lance pulls him closer anyway.

“Alright, alright, take me to our mysterious location now, Romeo.”

Keith hums, tugging him out of Black’s door and towards the biggest building.

“Sure thing, Juliet.”

———

read the rest of this universe here and here and here

[neosvcr]

my thoughts rn are eric from breaking dawn era with beomgyu(mullet era) praising you as you take in your 4th 0rgasm of the night....am i ok 😭

anon u might be onto something here! (i'm obsessed w breaking dawn eric and don't even get me started on beomgyu's mullet era..)

beomgyu will definitely take on the role of the hard dom whereas eric will be more softer with you. both of them definitely have stamina for days so expect a couple of rounds😟 lord knows how u ended up sandwiched between these two but just know both of them will push u to ur limit, revelling in how cute u look when ur a drooling overstimulated mess just for them🫶🏾 they've got you on all fours, gyu snapping his hips into u from behind, his pace not faltering once, as u choke on eric's cock.

eric's soft groans as he tangles his hands in ur hair before looking down at u n stroking your cheek lovingly, reassuring u that ur doing so well for them both. this contrasts with beomgyu's filthy mouth & the obscene way he gripped on ur body. both of them wanted to feel more of u. they wanted u to be dumb for them.

the feeling of both of them using ur holes to get of just coaxed u closer n closer to the edge for the 4th time that night, that warm feeling that flowed throughout ur body growing more n more intense until it took over u. the sensation of ur dripping hole clenching around beomgyu's cock, which was now coated in a white mixture of ur cum n his & the way u moaned helplessly around eric's cock also pushed the two men to their climaxed too.

best believe after that session they would pamper u like no tomorrow, but maybe u could go another round?

[hargrove-mayfields]

Back when things were still easy, Billy and Max used to have sibling days on the weekends when Neil wouldn’t be home, setting aside their issues to have just one day that was meant for doing something fun together.

The tradition had been dropped after the move to Hawkins, and Max thinks that’s where a lot of the strain on their relationship comes from. Without those designated times to let go of some of the tension building between them, they fall to pieces.

There’s one day in particular where it’s just Max at home all by herself, her mother and Neil having gone on a trip to the city she opted out of, when Billy shows up much earlier than he said he would be back, ruining the calm when he slammed the front door so hard a picture frame fell off the wall.

Neither of them say a word to the other, all she gets is an apologetic and glossy looking glance for the noise as he storms past her like she isn’t even there.

She doesn’t see Billy again for a long time after that, just hears the angry music blaring in his room. By now, she’s wisened up enough to know that meant he was probably crying in there, and though she doesn’t know what happened, she feels bad.

It’d been far too long since they acted anything like real siblings, not that they were actually related, but they used to be just as close, so after her brother’s been brooding for literal hours, she knows she wants to do something.

Her opportunity to bring it up comes when Billy makes his grand appearance at her door, stopping by to ask if she ate dinner just so he, quote ‘wouldn’t get any shit for it.’ She nods in agreement and asks, “Do you know what day it is, Billy?”

He shrugs, “28th of June.”

“Well, doy, but it’s also Friday.” Billy raises an eyebrow, missing the point, and Max rolls her eyes. “Friday. You know, like, the one day we get to hang out.”

Too cool for that stuff anymore apparently, he scoffs and leans against the doorframe, and she just knows he’s going to say something snarky, so she turns the puppy dog eyes up a notch, “Please? It’ll be fun.”

It works, Billy sighs way over dramatic and steps into her room, throwing himself down onto her beanbag chair. She can’t contain the smile on her face when he asks with fake defeat, “What did you want, shitbird?”

“I want a makeover day. Like we used to do.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Why?” She crosses her arms, “Just because that’s what I want to do?”

He fixes her with a look that says ‘seriously?’, and explains, an edge of frustration to his voice, “No, because you know what’ll happen if I’m struttin’ around in nail polish and shit when Neil gets back.”

“They’re not supposed to come back until like, Monday though,” in response to her excuses, he mimics her in crossing his arms over his chest, so she tries harder to reason with him, “And we can always just take it off when we’re done.”

“That’s just a waste of your stuff, then.”

“Come on, Billy, please?” she’s out of actual arguments and he’s winning, so she brings out the big guns, the little sister privilege, the one surefire way she knows will always knock her brother off guard, “I miss you.”

He squints at her, seeing through the attempted guilt trip, but he can’t muster a frown, and he must know it wasn’t all fake, because he says, “Whatever.”

She knows that’s his version of a yes and he’s just too proud to admit he caved, so she squeals and claps her hands together, taking off like a shot to dig under her bed for the stowed away beauty kit. It’s a little wicker basket filled to the brim with nail polish and makeup, the same one they’d used years ago before everything went wrong, and it makes her happy, bringing the old thing back out.

She stops to put a record in her player, choosing Queen as the closest thing to a middle ground between their respective music tastes, they at least both weren’t supposed to listen to it, and drops down into the other chair beside Billy.

On the latch-hook rug in front of them, she starts to empty the basket, lining up all her brightly colored bottles of nail polish, slightly dried out after months of not using them. “What color?”

“Why do I have to go first?” Billy asks. All Max has to say in response is a know-it-all “Because I said so.”

“Fine. You pick.” The moment he says it he looks like he regrets it, Max is notoriously bad at making decisions, but she ignores him and starts holding up bottles anyways.

First, after few minutes deliberation, she chooses a pretty dark green, and he scrunches his nose and doesn’t say anything. She picks a purplish color, which he tosses away on the bed, a very firm ‘no’ that makes Max giggle. Then she gives him a bright orange bottle, and he holds in front of his face, studying it before turning that one down too.

“God, if I knew you’d be so annoying I would’ve just painted them all the colors.” She remarks, lining up her polishes so she could do just that.

“That’s actually probably not a very good idea, kiddo.” Looking a little panicked, he digs through the bottles himself, settling on one he pulls away and stares at for a second before handing it to her and telling her, “Just do ‘em red.”

It confuses her, but she agrees regardless, and makes him turn in his seat so he’s facing her and his hands are flat on the floor. His hands are a little shaky, so her paint job isn’t the best, she even drips some on the carpet, which she hopes her mother won’t notice, but Billy doesn’t say anything about the mess.

With his nails done she moves onto his hair, she wants to do double braids like how he taught her to do in her own hair, so she shoves his arm to get him to turn around. “Scoot.”

He lets her push him around until he’s in the right place that she can reach his hair, but once he’s facing the far wall he tells her, “Don’t you dare use that brush on my hair, Maxine.”

“Jeez, relax. I’m not gonna mess up your princess curls.” She mocked, but she still went for the comb to run through his hair instead.

She waited until she could get it through without catching on any tangles before bothering trying to talk to him. When Billy was upset, he tended to clam up, but she didn’t particularly like feeling awkward in the silence, leaving all the talking to the record player. “Can we talk about why you were mad earlier?”

“Nope.”

“Would you tell me if I told you about my day?” She tries, but he shuts it down again with an “Unlikely.”

“I’ll tell you anyways.” Max didn’t know what had happened with Billy, but she knew she hadn’t had the greatest morning herself either. “I had to ask Lucas to bring me home early because me and Mike got in a fight.”

Billy snorted, and spoke with just as much sarcasm as Max had used on him. She learned that from him anyways. “You and Mike? No.”

“Yeah. He was being a total ass about El, trying to like, own her or something, so I told him to lay off ‘cause that’s totally not fair.”

She knew that Billy, having graduated and turned 18 now, was probably getting a little old for this type of drama, but he was a good listener, no matter how much he pretended not to care, always giving little bits of insight and saying things to make her laugh.

She continues, “Well, anyways he like, totally bit my head off for sticking up for her, so then I told him he was just a miserable mouth breather who’s jealous of El being happy, and he tried to kick me out.”

Billy laughed at that, muttering a little ‘ow’ when the action made Max pull his hair, “But you left before he could kick you out right?”

“Duh.” She sighs a little, the fun part of the story over. “Then when we pulled up outside, Lucas said something stupid about it being my fault or whatever, so I dumped him again.”

“Good. I told you not to take any shit from them anymore.” Billy had been less than happy with her friends a lot recently, when she’d come home from school or from hanging out upset over something they said. They never meant to hurt her feelings, but Billy didn’t like it all the same, and made her promise she’d stand up for herself a little more. Like she did to him.

“Yeah, I guess.” It makes her feel light on the inside, to know Billy was proud of her for following his advice, in his own way at least. “So? What happened to you?”

He shrugs again, and blows her off, “It’s nothing.”

“You were crying.”

“Yeah, and it’s none of your business.”

“Maybe not,” she fumbles with the braid and loses it, Billy’s stupid uneven mullet making it way too hard to braid so many different lengths of hair, “But I’m like, an expert now. El says she likes my advice.”

Under his breath, Billy mutters, “‘Course she does.”

Max purses her lips and pretends she didn’t hear that before continuing her offer, “Anyways, I can always try to help.”

“Listen, it’s just stupid dating stuff. Nothin’ you need to be worrying about.”

“But I’m a girl. I can give advice about that.” She thinks about it for a second, “I mean, I know more about being a girlfriend than having one, but it’s probably about the same.”

“Maybe.” Billy mumbles, focusing all his attention on picking at the nail polish that had missed the edges of his nails, and just from the way he tensed up she can tell she’d overstepped Billy’s boundaries in some way or another.

She finishes of the braid she had already started over twice now and puts a blue scrunchie on the end of it, giving him a minute.

When she starts combing out the rest of his hair is when Billy speaks again, not a drop of his distinctly Billy attitude in his words as he admitted softly, “You know, shitbird, I never said anything ‘bout having a girlfriend.”

That’s confusing to her at first, because he had just told her it was a dating thing, but Max’d been hearing all the nasty things Neil said about Billy for years now, and while she might just be a kid, might be the clueless and annoying little sister, she still knew the weight of what he’d just admitted to her.

It had always made her sad, to know Neil didn’t really like Billy, all the mean words he used, ones she wouldn’t dare repeat, to describe Billy and his friends, all the lies he told about him behind his back. But she doesn’t buy it, what her asshole step-dad had to say.

Her brother was cool, and she liked hanging out with him, when he wasn’t being such a jerk. The fact that he had a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend didn’t change that in the least bit.

She hums, trying to gather words and, her voice strained against the outburst of happiness, says “See? I can totally help with boy stuff.”

[beneathashadytree]

LITTLE SPOON - JEAN KIRSCHTEIN X READER

Warnings : none, this is implied to be set after the second timeskip, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : domestic fluff

Word count : 0.6K words

Synopsis : Jean never thought he'd love being the little spoon as much as he does now.

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If someone had told 15 year-old cadet Jean Kirschtein that he'd be the little spoon less than ten years down the line, he would've probably had them sent to a mental institution for being seriously loony and probably having taken far too many hits to the head.

It's just the way he's always been; it wasn't a matter of pride really, but he really did enjoy being the big spoon. When it came to the people he loved, he loved doting on them and taking care of them. Being protective was in his nature, and that wasn't something that was going to change any time soon.

Sometime down the line, he'd changed from being a teenager who would only seek his self-interest, to a young adult who repeatedly and willingly put his life on the line for the people he held dear to him. It was only natural that this would affect his love life, and he would find it habitual that when he'd get into bed he'd wrap his lover up in his arms, with a loving kiss to their forehead, a mumbled 'I love you', and a happy sigh before drifting off into dreamland.

But sometimes, it was the other way around. On some days, Jean felt his exhaustion seeping so deep into his bones, to the extent that he felt his weariness eat away at his insides. At times like these, he'd find himself slowly but surely growing numb, until all that was left was a mere shell of himself. Like a used body that was left behind, he felt hollow.

And it was at times like these, that he found the urge too compelling; the innate desire to be held and cherished like a treasure that could never recovered after the first time. It's so simple a request that the other half of his consciousness was almost baffled.  Was he that desperate for affection? Did he desire to be loved that badly? Just how deeply did he wish to be protected the same way he did to others?

In all cases, the answer was a sure confirmation. Jean was certain---more certain than he was of anything else in his life---that even he needed the positive affirmation, which often left him a clingy mess.

His lover, ever the sweetest thing, knew him far too well. They knew just how to deal with him when things got to that, and they knew exactly what to do to help him recharge. After all these years being besotted by him, it was difficult to not memorize every aspect of him like the back of their hand.

So when dawn broke and he came trudging in with feet that seemed as stiff as lead, they only looked up from their book with a fond smile on their face, not moving an inch from their place on the bed. Wordlessly, he made his way to the end of the bed, before flopping face-first ontop of their body.

The weight was a bit sudden and knocked the wind out of them for a moment, but it certainly was not unwelcome. With expert handling, his beloved's arms wrapped around him, tugging him even closer and burying his head into their chest. Their fingers wound up in his mullet, combing deftly and occasionally scratching his scalp, earning a deep hum from the back of his throat. His arms were clinging tightly to their midsection, as though it were salvation from the thoughts plaguing his mind and the tiredness that had his eyes squeezed shut. Without even realizing it, his legs had entwined with theirs, tangling them up in a mess of limbs and bedsheets.

"Love you, handsome," they mumbled, once they'd checked that his breathing had evened out, carefully kissing his temple so as not to startle him awake, "Sweet dreams."

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[newtonsheffield]

Spicy Sunday 🌶🌶 Molly cheap thrills was such a surprise - loved it! The flirting 😍 Now we need to fill in the blanks of what happened when Kate brought him home

Absolutely LOVED Cheap Thrills!!!!! Your writing is constantly amazing, I get so excited every time you post! Would it be too much to request more from this universe, maybe some spice🌶? Wishing you a great upcoming week, love from Canada🇨🇦

so…. cheap thrills spicy sunday?

also klepto drunk molly is very unexpected yet welcome

So I hadn't planned to write this AU really. But I told @readandbemerry but my drunk antics and Cheap Thrills was born! A pair of glasses isn't even my weirdest trophy. I once came back from the bathroom wearing a crown that to this day neither my friends or myself can explain. I have no memory of it. It looks like the kind of thing Julius Caesar would wear.

Okay! Let's do some Spice in this Universe, but I also feel like... you already know how it goes. It was in Kate's drink order 😏😏😏😏😏

Anthony really wasn't sure how he ended up in the back of a taxi with Kate Sharma's lips nipping at his neck, her hand settled on his thigh. He hadn't been able to help himself last night, Someone had stumbled, on their way into the bar, and instinctively his hands had reached out to steady them and suddenly he'd been staring down at most probably the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Her dark hair tumbling around her shoulders, her eyes wide with surprise, her smile apologetic as she mumbled Sorry.

"No worries, Hey-" But she was gone. And Anthony spent the next few hours staring at her laughing across the bar. He'd taken his glasses off to clean them, turned around and suddenly there was a much smaller woman staring up at him.

"Are you a good guy?"

Anthony had been startled but stuttered to answer "Yes. Yeah. Umm I think so. Maybe. No, Yes, I am."

She nodded. "And you're how old?"

"Twen-Twenty-nine?"

"And have you ever killed anybody?"

Benedict beside him had laughed bemusedly, "No!"

"And you have a stable job? You're not like... I don't know making t-shirts from the boot of your car or working on your garage band?"

"I'm a barrister?" He really had no idea what was happening but something was compelling him to answer.

"And your name is?"

"Anthony?"

The woman stared at him scrutinisingly for a moment before saying. "Give me your arm." His arm shot out of its own accord, "Well, Anthony," She was writing something on his arm in felt tip, "You should call Kate. Because you've been eye fucking her all night and she stole your glasses 5 minutes ago."

And then she was gone as well, and Anthony had just stared like a stunned mullet as she followed Kate from the bar, his hand already fumbling for his phone.

"You have to call that Girl." Benedict had said a little incredulously but Anthony was already dialling, his heart racing, it just seemed too good to be- Hi this is Kate Sharma, I can't come to the phone right now but leave a message and I'll get back to you. Maybe not too good to be true.

And then He'd seen her at the bar again, her black dress hugging her body, his glasses perched on top of her head like a trophy, even more beautiful than he'd remembered and it had taken everything in him not to march up to her and claim her lips right there. He wasn't really sure what to expect from a woman who engaged in petty theft when drunk and honestly, she seemed mortally embarrassed by it. But other than that, she was razor sharp. Her witty remarks as sharp as her cheekbones, standing toe to toe with him, drawing him closer with each new fact about herself, and before the bartender had even taken his money, Anthony had known he was going to ask her to dinner, and probably out again after that.

He really hadn't expected her to invite him home, hadn't been looking for it, but that wasn't going to stop him from standing and fumbling over himself as they left the restaurant. As he fumbled around on his phone ordering a taxi he could feel her eyes on him, staring curiously. He turned to face her as he hung up, nerves building in his stomach. Their eyes locked together, and jesus she was beautiful, maybe too beautiful in the bright city lights, tension building between them.

"Can I kiss you?" It swept from his chest a little unbidden.

She'd stepped closer to him, her hand on his chest, burning there. And then he dipped his head and their lips met, and it had never felt like this before. Her lips were moving against his, meeting them just like her banter had, perfectly in sync after just seconds, his hands moving to grip her waist, tugging her tight against him, her hands threading through his hair as the kiss deepened, his leg slipping between hers and-

"Oi!" A car horn sounded startling them apart. "If you get in mate, you might avoid getting arrested." The taxi driver was rolling his eyes, Kate ducking her head a little embarrassedly as Anthony pulled her inside, murmuring her address before her teeth started nipping at his neck, heat building between them.

By the time they reached her flat it had reached a slightly desperate stage, hands fumbling down the corridor, his chest pressing against her back as she fumbled with her keys, a low whine escaping her as he ducked his lips to her collarbone, sucking lightly against it, his teeth following, falling through the door as it swung open. Kate's hands were dragging him down a small corridor, her eyes locked on his.

"I don't um... do this that often, I'm sorry if this is... weird?" She started a little awkwardly, breaking the bubble forming around them, Anthony ducked his head cutting her off with another kiss.

"I have to say, this is definitely the weirdest way anyone's ever flirted with me, and I fucking loved it." Her eyes widened, staring back at him, tension thick in the air. And then she moved, her hands releasing his forearms, sliding to her own back, a zipper drawn down and Anthony felt his mouth drop open. staring. Frozen.

"Are you going to-?" Her fingers playing with the hem of his sweater, her voice soft pulling him from his reverie.

"Oh my god, Yes. Sorry, You're just really pretty and I got a little distracted." Anthony couldn't keep the grin off his face as he tugged his sweater over his head, obscuring her eye roll, tugging his jeans off seconds later.

She was staring at him now, her eyes glazing a little.

"So maybe your mum and I do share the same opinion." her hands were tight on his bicep tugging him back to her.

"I knew it."

And then his lips were on hers again, her exposed skin, setting his on fire as their teeth clashed, tongues tangling, her hips moving against his leg between hers.

"What do you want, Kate?"

She looked a little wild as she stared back at him, her voice rough, her lips tugging upwards in a catlike smile, "Mine's a slow screw against the wall."

A whine escaped his chest, his hands tugging on her legs, lifting them to wrap around her turning them, until she's pressed firmly against the wall, trapped against him. Her smile nearly too bright. His eyes questioning, her legs tightening around him. A gasp given together as their hips started moving together, push and pull, his forehead falling against hers, his spine shivering with the little noises she made as he moved against her, her hands tight in his hair. His glasses still perched on her head, forcing a slightly possessive growl from his chest. Heat building in his stomach slowly, simmering, a steady pace, the noice echoing through the room like his heartbeat Oh My god, Anthony, Anthony, Fuck Fuck, Anthony. Her eyes blown even wider as she shuddered against him, falling apart all around him But Anthony held her together, his arms tight around her as he pulled her from the wall, stumbling a little in the few steps, her breathing ragged in his ear as he laid back against the mattress, forcing him to straddle her.

Kate stared down at him, clearly a little surprised, his own voice rough,

"I like to see a woman on top." a small shrug escaping him.

A slightly breathless laugh bursting from her, as she started to rock against him. "We thank you for your feminist efforts."

Whatever witty response he was going to make died on his lips as she started moving in earnest, her fingernails digging into his chest, his hands tightening on her hips encouraging her against him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge, choked words falling from his lips. Holy Fuck, So beautiful, you're so incredible, Needy, greedy gasps, Again, Kate. Kate Kate Kate, Again Please. A soft cry breaking free from her chest, and he fell over the edge as well.

Kate collapsed again him, reaching up and plucking his glasses from the top of her head, her shoulders still heaving as she fought for breath, sliding his glasses back on his face. Her smile a little brilliant.

"I knew you'd look better with them on."

A breathless laugh from his own lips. "Next time you fuck me, I'll wear them for you, Catwoman."

This got way too long, I'm sorry