#sad trash baby indeed

[codenamesazanka]

I might be delusional at this point, but i hope the bystander issue will be somehow addressed once shigaraki/tenko/whoever comes back. I feel like the jaku speech was such an important character moment that it has to be brought up again. saving the crying child might have only been the first step!

I'll be delusional with you, anon! There is indeed the fact that The Walk never showed up in the memories AFO showed Tenko/Shigaraki. And the problem wasn't just limited to Tenko - Hero Society did turn a blind eye to a lot of people and a lot of issues, and that pain is real.

But have this wild thought. What if the bystander issue is brought up again... but not quite in regards to Tenko?

So like. AFO is back and i know we all want him gone but—this is literally the last chance for the fact that HE WAS BORN AS A TRASH RIVER BABY BITTEN BY RATS to be addressed? That hey, people should've done something about that, back then, even when Heroes didn't exist yet.

I guess it would have to be Shigaraki who, as he's currently swallowed up by AFO, figures it out by seeing AFO's own memories and conveys it; and that's asking a lot of Shigaraki after what this guy did to him! ...But. Villains need a Hero of their own.

Endgames is a mess and a very smart friend told me before I shouldn't use logic. But Shigaraki has a pattern: Stain stabs him, but he learns from him anyways, used his name to continue to topple the status quo like they both wanted. Overhaul kills Magne, but Shigaraki preserved the bullets and even spared a thought to him at Jaku. ReDestro kidnapped Giran and tried to kill him and his League, but Shigaraki didn't kill him and included the MLA into his destruction plans.

Like, he no doubt would be glad to see AFO gone - kill the guy himself! - but point still stands. AFO fucks with his entire life... and Shigaraki aids in his defeat... but he thinks being a River Trash Rat Baby is pretty sad and unfair. So he demands the Heroes to address it. He wants to address it himself.

Villains need a hero of their own.

We know Shigaraki now has access to AFO's memories. AFO gave it to him to hurt him, sure, but the pathway is there. And right now he thinks Shigaraki is gone, so maybe Shigaraki is defused deep within him enough to go through any barriers between him and the memories. (However mindscape physics works, it made sense in my head, okay.)

This would be one way for the bystanders problem to come back to be addressed, should that ever be addressed 🙏🏼please🙏🏼begging horikoshi please🙏🏼. I had felt, after getting AFO's backstory, that AFO was a bit like Tenko during The Walk, but without the sympathy framing. But also just in general, like how AFO tried to recreate his own Hand trauma thing with Shigaraki. How AFO's motivation turned out to be 'intending on ruining every because he was ignored.' So they aren't as different in some of their feelings.

Finally, AFO's last thought before he rewound out of existence was that he wanted to be remembered by the world. Eyes on him, forever. He also wanted someone to just have cared about him, in a way. That's so sad, and should it be fulfilled (in that he's remembered as a cautionary tale), that's incredible kindness that he doesn't deserve... but that's what heroes do. They reach out and give some relief, even if the other person might not deserve or want it.

(or if you want, frame it as a fuck you to AFO. solve the problems of society, and you never need to worry about another AFO. forget AFO because that he and his tale becomes utterly irrelevant.)

This is far fetched. But here is one thought that's stuck with me.

Thanks for the ask!

[flwersgarden]

know what you've done. ࿓

pairings : austin!elvis presley x female reader.

summary : you're tired of pretending to be oblivious to elvis constantly ignoring you and treating you like shit so you decide to leave.

includes : ANGST. ANGSTTTTTTT. i'm sad

author's note : inspired by the song 'i'm not the only one' by sam smith, enjoy the angst :D

️️ ️️️️️️️️“ YOU'RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE! ”

your voice boomed through the big house you and elvis shared, throwing all your clothes to a suitcase. all messy, like your relationship.

“ oh, yeah, show off you fucking drama queen. get out and come back after some minutes- YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT ME! ”

you scoffed, taking the suitcase and walking out of that damn house, ignoring his screams.

you couldn't even remember why you started fighting in the first place, you just remembered elvis screaming at you and you screaming back. a routine that's been there for months now.

since elvis' career skyrocketed, you've been just an asset. no longer his partner who bought him his first guitar, no longer the childhood sweetheart he considered you to be, no longer the girl of his dreams. just an asset that was meant to be destroyed before the girls that were his fans knew about.

the colonel suggested elvis to break up with you but elvis was stubborn.

the elvis you loved told the colonel:

“ that girl is the light of my life, i can't just rip her off my heart like that. i'm sorry colonel, but i won't leave her. ”

the elvis that he grew to be would've throw you out with no second thought.

the first time you found out he was cheating was when he told you himself how he kissed beautiful priscilla beaulieu in his stay.

you forgave him, seeing his broken face while spurring apologies and begging for your forgiveness was enough to make you kiss his teary face while he promised how it would never repeat again. and you were so in love that you trusted him.

“ i know, elvis- this was just a slip up, okay? please stop crying, i won't leave, i promise you that. ”

you wished that would be the truth.

because it wasn't ' just a slip up '.

he started making movies and he would, also, start having affairs with his co-stars.

“ EVERYONE LOOKS AT ME LIKE I AM STUPID FOR BEING YOUR PARTNER AFTER SO MANY WOMEN-. ”

“ WELL MAYBE YOU ARE, WHO CARES? ”

“ I DO! ”

“ I DON'T! ” he caressed his forehead with his fingers, as if your sole presence was enough to give him a headache. “ y/n, i don't have time for this. ”

he always dismissed you, shaking his head and moving his hand as if you were a child asking a candy to their parents.

the first time you 'left' was after the colonel called you to pick elvis up, finding him drugged and with a girl next to him.

you carefully woke her up, smiling reassurely at the poor girl.

“ i'm sorry, oh god, i'm so embarrassed, please-. ”

you shushed her, trying to not wake elvis up. “ it's okay, go, there's a cab downstairs, all paid. ” you whispered.

“ bless you. ” she whispered back.

bless you, indeed.

you woke elvis with a bucket of cold water, not even leaving him time to catch his breath.

“ you fucking dick. ” you threw the bucket to the ground, grabbing your purse as you heard how quickly elvis got out of the soft covers.

“ b-baby- wait... let me explain, c'mon! ”

you walked down the stairs.

“ don't you love me!? ”

“ i need time to think! ” was the only thing you could muster before closing the door, surprisingly soft, before getting into your car and driving to some hotel.

after a few hours, you called elvis, teary eyed, sobbing hardly while you begged him to pick you up.

you didn't felt any shame back then. now you wanted to choke yourself.

it was a routine.

you'd be called by the colonel to wake elvis up, who was high out of his mind, with his hand in another girl's back.

it stopped hurting after a while.

at first you gave excuses.

“ i'm too caught up in work. ” — elvis cheated on you while you were buying some groceries to give him a lovely homemade dinner, which was trashed after he came back and just said he was tired, dismissing everything. leaving you in the middle of the dinner room, with a brand new dress that now felt disgusting in your body, lighted up candles, soft romantic music in the background, and a broken heart.

“ i'm not that affective. ” — elvis frowned every time you tried to take his hand, fake laugh while you hugged him, cleared his throat when you kissed him in the cheek. after a few days of you trying to show psychical affection, he snapped: “ damn, y/n, stop acting like a baby, i don't want to hold your hand right now! ”

“ i'm not that attentive. ” — you started to do all the house chores, ignoring the maid pleads to let her do it. you smiled when he arrived home, although that smile slowly dissappeared when he started screaming: “ WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE LEFT MY ROBE?! I HAD IT RIGHT HERE! ” and you had to held back sobs as he scolded you for moving his stuff.

“ i'm not that sensual. ” — with some petals in the bed, you laid there; wearing a lingerie elvis bought before all this fiasco, smiling brightly when he entered your room. “ honey, i-. ” “ not in the mood, get dressed. ” he threw you your nightgown, making you feel like one of those girls he hired after every show.

so after a few attempts, you stopped trying.

you were wearing a stoic face while he kissed you in front of the press.

you fixed your hair whenever he wanted to hold your hand.

you drank and laughed with someone else when he introduced you to the audience, clearly ignoring his show.

you ignored his cuddles, kicking his legs while pretending to be asleep so he stopped hugging you.

you knew he kept meeting new girls after every show and you didn't care, you just felt like throwing up. feeling like an object instead of a human being. like a prize that elvis bragged about because of your beauty and not your value.

it wasn't after a stranger showed you how miserable you were that you decided to leave him for good.

“ y/n presley? no fucking way. ”

you turned around, you being part of the line to some type of credit elvis asked you to pay.

“ hi. ”

“ still presley? ” she asked, seemingly surprised.

“ uhm... ” you glanced to the side before looking at her again. “ yeah. ”

“ hah! girl, i must tell you, you have some will of strength 'cause if my husband did to me what yours does to you... ” she shook her head before clicking her tongue.

you just looked down, your pink heels looking at you with sympathy.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

a skip to the present you went to some hotel, as you always did, but this time you called someone else.

“ mama? ” you sobbed, hugging the phone as your mother's worried words could be heard in the other side of the line. “ you were right, mama... you were right about him. ”

you knew your mother was encouraging you, probably telling you to just listen to her and come back home, closing your eyes you enjoyed the feeling of, for the first time in years, being comforted and listened.

you arrived home, to your real home, hugging your mother while holding back tears.

“ my baby! ” she exclaimed, hugging you back, kissing your head. “ oh, how i missed you- come! i didn't move anything in your room... but it's pink, remember that. ”

you laughed, just nodding while letting her carry you away from the golden cage of toxic love elvis trapped you in.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

a few months passed before elvis showed up in your door.

your mother and you were baking, it was your birthday, some kind of pie your grandmother created before a knock interrupted your talk.

“ i'll go. ” you reassured your mother, who just nodded, taking off your apron. “ it's probably the darce neighbours. ”

you and your mother chuckled, remembering the fond neighbours that would give you surprise visits now and then.

another knock.

“ coming! ” you fixed yourself before opening the door with a smile, which fell the moment you saw who it was.

your hands started shaking, your breath quickened.

“ b-baby... ” he whispered, taking off his sunglasses; you could notice he hasn't slept in days and he's been crying lately. “ i've finally found you. ”

you didn't even register his arms around you, pulling your frame to his chest, kissing your forehead with a gentle kiss.

but you snapped out of your trance, pushing him as hard as you could, making him trip.

“ get away from me. ” you said with such a disgusted tone elvis could feel his eyes widening.

“ what? ”

“ how did you found out about this house? ” you quickly asked, your mother's voice sounding in the background.

“ i- i read letters that you sent me while in germany, you mentioned this address. ” he explained as if it was the obvious explanation, clearly missing your angry mood.

“ then burn those letters. ”

he chuckled. “ i can't, they're from my best girl. ”

“ i'm not your best girl, get out. ” you seriously said, clearly annoyed that he was treating this as a joke.

he stopped smiling, now noticing how serious you were, taking a step further with his lip trembling when he noticed you taking a step back.

“ i don't like these type of jokes. ”

“ it's not a joke. i'll send janet to pick my stuff, we're done. ” before you could close the door, the palm of his hand made contact with the hard wool.

“ the fuck-? ”

“ baby, don't do this to me. ” his voice cracked at the end. “ don't- okay, please, hear me out, okay? ” his hands were pressing against themselves, hurting with how bad he wanted to take yours. he can smell your sweet perfume from there.

“ i don't want to hear anything. leave me alone. ”

️️ ️️️“ NO! ” he pushed the door when you tried closing it again.

it made you jump back, clearly startled.

“ what the fuck are you doing?! my mother is back there! ” you almost screamed, your logical voice telling you to not get down to his level.

“ listen to me, y/n. please, don't leave me, i beg of you. i know i did some shit- i came to apologize! ” he quickly explained, knowing how hard it was for you to hear him after this many time apart.

it was heartbreaking how the hope in his eyes slowly died at the sight of your hard stoned face.

“ i don't care, elvis. ” you raised your hands in disgust when you saw him try to get closer, at least he kept his distance so he was still in your porch.

“ god. ” he choked out, shaking his head while looking down before turning his gaze to you. “ darling, honey, you're not. thinking. straight. ”

you frowned. “ i'm thinking straighter than ever. i finally came to the conclusion that you don't deserve me. you don't deserve my love-. ”

“ i know! i know! that's why i'm here. i am the one that can't live without you. ” you walked out, standing closer to him.

this was the moment you've always dreamed of. elvis asking for your forgiveness, elvis acknowledging you, elvis loving you. but you knew this wouldn't last long.

elvis is addicted to love. and he is to any kind of love so clearly he didn't realize that, in the process, you were slowly dying.

“ too bad. ” you calmly said, you started to take off some promise ring he gave you. you honestly forgot what it really meant.

but elvis saw it and he started to panic even more.

he hugged your legs, making you raise your arms while his cheek rubbed against the skirt of your dress.

“ please, don't leave me! ” he screamed, sobbing harshly, holding you as if you were about to dissappear. which you were, but from his life.

“ i'm sorry. ” why were you apologizing? “ but i can't stand it. i can't stand you. ”

you turned, catching the sight of your mother with her hand on her lips; clearly shocked at the sight of elvis holding you.

“ please doll, i- i really can't live without you. i've been miserable, the shows are a mess, everyone has abandoned me and- i just can't take it... ”

with a sigh, you crouched down. faking some sympathy.

“ then call your girls. ” you smiled, leaving the promise ring in his hand after you opened it.

you stood up, walking inside your house while saying: “ remember, janet will pick my stuff, don't come to this house anymore- oh! and elvis? ” you turned around, grabbing the door, the sight of elvis in his knees outside will stay in your memory. “ burn those letters. ”

[beplinkclick]

EDDSWORLD WITH A CHILD READER

------------------------------------------------💚EDD💚

💚He asks his friends what he should do and they tell him it's his responsibility to take care of you so.. let the madness begin

💚Every time he leaves you on the couch and goes away for a while to check on something, when he comes back he can't find you!?

💚But fortunately, you are found on TV by the perch, or chair in the trash can!!! I MEAN, BRO HE WAS GOING TO THROW YOU BY MISTAKE!!!!

💚Oh my god.. when you start crying is hell on earth!? Indeed he is agitated and doesn't know what the hell to do!!

💚In the end it kind of calms you down.

💚He doesn't hate children, but he doesn't think he's mature enough to take care of one...but for you, he could learn to act like a real parent!

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💙Tom💙

💙He doesn't really like children, but if you're a calm kid it's ok with that..

💙Unlike Edd, he knows how to calm a crying baby, usually he will play the guitar, watch TV together or take a nap.

💙If he took you to the park, he would be super protective!

💙If anyone dares to hurt you...Oh god, he'd better run, this man is capable of killing someone if he hurts you

💙He would be a dad who would mostly let you do whatever you want up to a point.

💙He'd keep you away from Tord because he thinks he's a bad influence, and if he had to leave you in someone's care Tord would be the last person he'd think of.

💙He loves you, and he only wants the best for you

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❤️Tord❤️

❤️Oh holy god!

❤️Tord is the calmest of the four boys in the group!!!

❤️He would always entertain you, make sure you are never sad!!

❤️When you cry and don't know what to do, he will annoy Tom with the intention of amusing you.

❤️He will understand that watching Hentai around you is not a good idea, so he will stay away from his magazines as much as possible while he is with you.

❤️He generally likes children, especially obedient ones.

❤️He'll introduce you to Paul and Patryck to make sure you're not scared of them in the...ahem...future

❤️He loves you and would give his life for you!

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💜Matt💜

💜Owww! Matt loves kids :)

💜He will always play with you

💜You'd watch cartoons together because Matt still has a child's mind too, right? ;)

💜He will always use you as a mannequin to make you look fabulous and wonderfully cute!

💜Will he keep you away from the bickering between Tom and Tord because he's afraid you'll get scared of them or even pick up on their behavior!?

💜So when he has to, he prefers to leave you in Edd's care.

💜He wouldn't part with you for anything in the world!!

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL

Oct 2022 Wk 4

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Only 12% (Fri iQIYI) 12 of 14 - Cake is reaping the consequences of having encouraged Eiw to become self-reliant. It means that Eiw has learned to stand up for himself, even against Cake. I get such Big Eden vibes from this show. Cake flirting with Eiw to tease Eiw’s friends. The English was… odd. But I don’t mind this kind of possessive boyfriend.

The Eclipse (Fri YT) 12 fin - The end did feel a little rushed. However I really can’t fault the acting in this drama, it was pretty darn flawless. This is a high school drama, so we expected (and got) a coming out sequence. But it was handled extremely well. I do love supportive parents. And for all their flaws, GMM TV is pretty solid on some decent parents. The low heat sex scene was really good too. The couples are very tender with each other in this show. It feels like the first half of this drama rested on Khao’s acting chops and the second half rested on First. In both cases, the actors remained entirely in control of the narrative, it’s just that First got shafted by the fact that his section of the narrative was curtailed. Still, all in all, it was a decent final episode and ending on verbal consent made me v happy. The blooper reel was great, too. 8/10 RECOMMENDED 

Ghost Host, Ghost House (Weds YouTube) 4 of 8 - Mostly BL this ep, the big plot reveal, and a NICE family drama twist. I pleased. It is a bit creepy for me but I’m sticking with it for the couple. These two are so sweet with each other that they can’t even tease each other into aggressive intimacy they have to just back off into cuteness. Really good kissing and mid heat sex scene. Great physical intimacy and teasing communication (intellectual chemistry) and romantic feedback between the 2 actors. The characters make for great boyfriends. I liked this ep A LOT. 

Big Dragon (Sat Gaga) 4 of 8 - Now we get the family drama background character information. I’ve never wild about miscommunication as a plot device. It’s always just kind of annoying when it’s used as an excuse for baby to get pouty. I do love Big (P’Nine). I find him pretty charismatic. The show is messy, and normally I’m not wild about messy, but for some reason it’s working for me. It’s like it’s messy but the right way for a change.

Ai Long Nhai (Mon iQIYI) 5 of 10 - Was the shock at BBQ after Nahi got drunk because Ai slipped in a ha? (Household intimacy particle). Meanwhile Nhai = def gayer and more switchy when drunk. Nothing has happened, and nothing continues to happen. Yet I’m still watching. 

Remember Me (Sun Gaga) 3 of 12 - Everyone leaving Name behind to go to college was so sad.

Love in the Air (Thurs iQIYI) 11 of 13 - I am so torn over this show but damn do these two give great sex scene. DUMPSTER FIRE TRASH WATCH ALONG HERE.

Hard Love Mission (Sat WeTV) 3 of 4 - didn’t seem to drop this week. 

Work from Heart (Thurs YouTube) 6 of 7 - What a very strange show - the main couple gets together is shown by one of them dumping somebody else. The leads are good but the rest of the cast is pretty terrible and the script is straight up bonkers. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Tooth Your Love (Taiwan Fri Viki) 4 of 12 - I am LOVING this show. Very pleased with the whole cast and the performances. Plot is a little scattered, but that's Taiwan for you. Right now it kind of feels like About Youth grows up. Restaurant boy is so cute and animated (and broken and tortured) and the dentist likes him so much. Meanwhile, bartender daddy doesn't like a rude boy. Taiwan ALWAYS has to do the crash into me trope. It’s not love if one of them doesn’t stumble into the other.

Choco Milk Shake (Korea Strongberry Tues YT) 1-2 of 10 - OMG it’s wonderful so cute and very very actually funny. The actors playing the two pets much be having just the best time. As, indeed, am I. Could not be happier about this one. 

Roommates of Poongduck 304 (Korea Thurs Viki) 5 of 8 - They are so damn cute as friends but also, fixing his tie = hello boyfriend. Plus totally flirting at work. Hair touches and hugs and everything. BOYS! Also protective boyfriend HoJun does not like his baby being taken advantage of - or the feeling of jealousy. (I hate HoJun’s weird pleated jacket though.) JaeYoon is having such a hard time tho. 

Kabe Koji (Japan Mon Viki) 4 of 10 - Funny how Mamoru doesn't ever wanna talk, but for Issei he always says exactly the right thing. But also, what is actually happening on this show? Do I care? 

Eternal Yesterday AKA Eien no Kino (Japan Thurs Gaga) 2 of 8 - I guess it’s good to have a stoic practical boyfriend- when you’re a zombie. This is a weird little show. It doesn’t make me so much sad as reflective and a little annoyed (how dare Japan only give us this lever of physical affection and this awesome of a couple dynamic when one of them is DEAD). It’s very Japanese and reserved, almost to the edge of darkly funny, but not. Do I like it? I’m not sure. But it’s engaging. 

It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It

War of Y 20 eps - it’s just all too much for me.

My Roommate 32 eps of 2 minutes each + terrible production values? - I’m not bothering.

Fahlanruk (Sun GaGa) 12 eps - I cut my losses at ep 5. DNF

To Sir With Love AKA Khun Chai 28 eps - dito

2 Moons 3 Thai (Mon ??) 10 eps - Possibly a future binge watch. Rumor is it’s banal.

SELF (Thurs YT) - DNF

Love Bill  (Vietnam Sat YT) 1of ? - Bah Vinh is back but I’m too distracted. Also there’s a lot of fund raising and stuff going on. Thinking I’ll wait and binge.

In Case You Missed It

Lin Yu (OuWen in Love is Science?) featured in a sad gay MV. 

Speaking of BL MVs, here’s LOVE is RIGHT from Korea. 

I did a full review of Takara & Amagi, spoiler I adored it. 9/10. I compared it to Seven Days, which is saying something. 

Oh My Sunshine Night finished at 18 eps. Spies confirm it does not end sad but that it is quite the soap opera. It may be worth watching if you're like me and have a hot button skip forward inclination and like higher speeds. I’ll probably try to watch it before the end of the year. But I’m doing a UWMA rewatch right now and I don’t want to cross my OhmFluke streams. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Nov 2022 line up is pretty short, thank goodness, this is what I got:

Between Us (Sun iQIYI & YouTube) starts Nov 6 - trailer here. This is an adaptation of the novel Hemp Rope (spin off from UWMA/The Red Tread). The book tells WinTeam’s romance from the start, so we might get some recon/reboot action (like LBC2). Features one of Studio Wabi Sabi's most popular (and commercially viable) pairs BounPrem (Long Khong, You Never Eat Alone, Seven Project, Even Sun) with established (if inconsistent) BL director New (UWMA). Fluke (Pharm) and Ohm (Dean) are expected to reprise their roles from UWMA.

I Will Knock You (Tues Gaga) starts Nov 8 - A college student and part-time tutor confronts the leader of a gang who then turns out to be his next student. Bad boy/good boy + sunshine/grumpy + younger seme pairing, bully romance? Adapted from korean_rabbit's y-novel of the same name, directed by Champ (2gether) starring fresh faces.

My School President (?? GMMTV YT) initial trailer here - it’s Love Sick + Korea and Japan's influence. Yes, we’ve seen it all before, but this is me: I never met a high school BL I didn’t want to grant a fair shake and I love me some whipping boy. Interesting to see such an old fashioned trope having a bit of a renaissance right now. All fresh faces in this one except Aun (Folk from My Gear). 

This week’s best moments?

Ai is a man after my own heart.

Your honor, please excuse me, I have a cat to adopt. 

Eternal Yesterday, this is how I feel about ghosts etc... 

Gonna have to add these two to the characters that wanna bone list. Look at the lust for those legs. Pluem wants them wrapped around him SO BAD. To be fair, Kawin does have lovely legs. (Ghost Host, Ghost House) 

Lip nibble! 

I love a hand kiss (LITA). 

It’s good, it’s bad, it’s good. This scene was hot. Sigh. 

Work from Heart, out of blue but excellent kiss. 

Flirty boyfriends in The Eclipse. 

(last week)

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

I suppose I should talk about possible/confirmed plan changes to my WIPs?

(Fair warning: I've mostly calmed down, but I don't want to work myself up again, so I'm gonna be writing in a normal tone. I promise I'm not ignoring or trying to make light of the whole thing! I just don't wanna talk too deeply about it. All the love and support to Shelby Shubble & all victims of abuse!!!💖)

First off, I believe characters are separate from their creators- anyone who continues to create content about c!Wilbur has my support and respect!

(I will most probably continue to consume content related to c!Wilbur as well, though I will tag him as "c!Wilbur" now, rather than "Wilbur Soot"- I've been tagging all dsmp characters only as their corresponding CC's names, mostly out of laziness. For instance, c!Tommy wasn't tagged as "c!Tommy", he was tagged as "TommyInnit". I don't want to change my whole tagging system, but c!Wilbur at least will be tagged as "c!Wilbur" from now on!)

None of my writing was RPF in the first place, it was all about the characters- but I'm not sure if I myself am ready to freely write c!Wilbur or fanfiction!Wilbur stuff yet. Maybe I never will be; idk.

So here are the changes I'll be making!

DSMP Superpower AU: c!Wilbur will stay. I was planning to include all the DSMP characters(The 'mains', at least, I'm not sure about secondary characters yet), and the notion of leaving c!Wilbur out doesn't really appeal to me. So c!Wilbur will still appear here!

Temporal Transcendence: Honestly, at first I thought TT!Wilbur would be irreplaceable, but after some thought, I was surprised to find it might just work! Karl and Niki would play bigger roles than I expected, but it could definitely work. Heck, it might even be better than the original plan! So I think Wilbur will likely be cut from TT.

Oshi No Ko but Happier AU: I'm on the fence about this one. Wilbur's character isn't CRUCIAL crucial, but he's still pretty important. The outline of the plot will look much different if he does indeed end up getting cut out. So I'm gonna mark this WIP as a solid "idk" and just work it out as I go.

Rarepair Royalty AU: I've never talked about this AU. This one is a bit funny, cuz cutting Wilbur's character out actually solves some of the problems I had with the outline! The plot will actually work out better if Secondborn Prince Wilbur didn't exist- so he's definitely cut from this one! I just need to find someone new to pair with Karl. (Probably Seapeekay; I have the currently ongoing MCYT crackship brackets to thank for the ship!)

Lucky Star: Another fic that's never been talked about- this one is my newest WIP! :D I wasn't even sure where I was going to fit Wilbur in- a character called Wilbur never even existed here. Well, he did, but I'd deleted him for plot reasons a while ago and was in the middle of trying to find another slot. (Cyberknife is Techno's dead twin in this WIP btw- he's not a replacement character for Wilbur, the twin was always going to be Cyberknife.)

Tome AU: SBI literally only serves as Tommy's rich and powerful family here- at least, up to where I've fleshed out. Wilbur's only moment in the spotlight is when he argues with Tommy over dinner, bc he doesn't like how Tommy "got stuck" raising baby Shroud with Purpled(who found Shroud in a trash can), & is caught glaring at Purpled. I'll edit him out maybe. Or leave him, he's not a major character after all. idk.

Others(Mostly Bedrock Bros-centric): Honestly, I never could figure out how to write Wilbur's character that well. So 'Wilbur' isn't too big a character in most of these. Will likely cut.

Tom and Bunnypig(Bee and Puppycat AU): You know what, I think I'm going to make this half-baked idea into a proper WIP. Wilbur never existed here either, so yeah.

CONCLUSION: The whole thing is a mess, and I'm sad and mad, as we all are, but I'm gonna stop thinking about how horrible Wilbur Soot is & focus on how brave Shelby Shubble is!

I'm intrigued at what removing a single character did to my plot outlines, and hopefully, this will open a lot of new opportunities in my writing. I'm certainly looking forward to how my writing skills will develop after this.

To everyone who's actually read through this; thank you for reading this whole thing, I know it's kinda long.😅 Have a cookie and a hug, we all need it🍪🫂 Remember to drink water & eat something! All my love💖💖

[just-imagine-bleach]

Hello, I hope you are having a nice day! Can I request a Toshiro Hitsugaya x fem reader scenario with the reader being 4 months pregnant with his son? I don't know if you do pregnant smut, but if you do, can you write it soft and romantic and really intimate. Should you not write pregnant smut, then I would request only the pregnancy scenario? Maybe Toshiro's reaction to his son's small movements? It would be a wish come true!

Hey there! I’m so sorry this took so long, but I hope you enjoy it! I don't mind Pregnancy stuff in general! I get baby fever, so these asks help me cope. (also Tokophobic friends, if you see this, let me know if there are more tags I can add to help keep this post out of safe spaces :) thanks!)

Toshiro is a strict , but fair Captain and this mostly translates well into all corners of his life. However, he holds a bit of softness for those he is closest to and can be incredibly lenient towards them, sometimes allowing them to get away with ,admittedly, more than he should. This is especially true when it comes to his significant other.

Now, don't misunderstand me. I’m not saying that he is a complete doormat, the man knows when to put his foot down, but even so he has a habit of spoiling you. This bad habit of his only becomes more apparent when you announce your pregnancy and suddenly you find there is less and less for you to do around the house. The laundry is washed, dried and folded by the time you have finished soaking in the bath. The trash has been sorted and both bags are set out for collection. Anything that has to do with using cleaning chemicals such as bleach or harsh detergents are now off limits to you. He cleans the bathroom and kitchen for you. It’s a miracle if he allows you to do the dishes after he finishes cooking dinner. Grocery shopping on the other hand can be a bit of a nightmare for you. When you are pregnant, movement can be incredibly limited and any amount of walking or standing makes your ankles swell, but he still insists that you come with him to the market each day, assisted or otherwise, so that you can get a bit of exercise and fresh air, but he makes it worth it afterwards. Sitting you down on the couch, he puts away the groceries and makes you a healthy snack, incorporating whatever you might be craving, feet propped up on his lap while he gently rubs your swollen feet and ankles. His hands are cold, like natural ice packets, his long elegant fingers digging perfectly into the joints of your foot and once he is done putting on the lotion, he slips on some therapeutic socks. (They help with circulation and swelling)  When hormones rear their ugly head, Toshiro is admittedly caught off guard. Sure, everyone had told him you might be sensitive, but this was more than just crying during a sad movie. This was an emotional vulnerability that he had never experienced before. Your body has gone through an irreversible change. Swollen and stretched, making room for the life growing inside you. And though everyone has told you what a wonderful thing it might have been, you can't help the words that might ring in your head from time to time. Ugly. Toshiro is quick to address it, showing you his love through acts of service. He has his back pressed against the headboard. Your back against his chest, blindfolded, as he uses his legs to keep your legs spread for him. He kisses your neck slowly, his breath nipping stinging your skin like a winter breeze as he whispers words of love and encouragement. His hands run themselves over your stomach, smoothing away your stress and anxieties as he climbs lower and lower. You shudder as those slender fingers meet their mark, and ,ironically, cause your body to heat under his menstruations. When all is said and done, you will be certain that you are indeed loved, no matter how your shape may change.

[goldenalbum]

LOL the hate JK is getting is fucking ridiculous. I can’t imagine hating someone so much that I spend all day everyday just obsessing over them and watching EVERYTHING they do giving more interactions to the one you hate than the one you “love”. Maybe I’m the weird one here but when I hate someone I pay them ZERO attention. Again imagine spending more time and effort on your hate for someone than for the person you supposedly love and respect. Also PEOPLE ARE LITERALLY DYING! The world is going to 💩 and this person is worried about kpop are you f-king for real right now!! You’re (the Anon) worried about a bunch of rich boys (who make more money than we will EVER get to have) who live very comfortably who don’t have to actually worry about real life problems like bills, a roof over their head or where their next meal is going to come from… the same boy(s) (I’m willing to bet Anons life they are most definitely a solo) you are over here like “oh no my poor baby he has it soooo hard!!” be f-king for real!! All that time, effort, research, or hell that entire essay you wrote could have gone to making a REAL difference in the world instead of waste of oxygen or trash that should have never been allowed to exist. I can’t even begin to imagine (don’t take a shot every time I say imagine!) willingly being such a f-king pathetic delusional worthless POS like that. Most parents would be very sad and disappointed to have a child like you. The boys deserve better “fans” than trash like this. Anon get a life, go outside, finally get a real friend (doubt with that attitude you’ll get one, but try), and for f—k sake get some therapy you weirdo!

Sorry this is like the 100th hate post I’ve seen about JK sent by anons to different users. Makes you wonder if it’s the same person sending them to everyone. A life is indeed what they need along with restriction to the internet. Please end me if I ever become that much of a pathetic c-u-n-t.

(Sorry about my language!)

sadly i do not think it's just the same person, even if all the talking points are the same. i ended up on an akgae thread before and they all say the same exact shit. they're so into their weird little conspiracy of poor oppa vs the world that they just spit out the same rhetoric over and over like a broken vending machine. its sad, honestly. there's more important shit to be spending your time on.

jimin has been my ult bias for almost a decade but he really has some of the loudest mfers in his akgaedom. i genuinely and truly cannot figure out how these people have such bad critical thinking skills that they could watch every single time jimin (and the rest of bts) loves on jungkook and then think that jungkook is some evil mastermind who is awful to him. like? if you REALLY think jimin would be friends with someone who is soooo terrible, then not only do you not deserve to be his fan, but you must think extremely little of him, because that means he must have no self respect, self love, or backbone. 🙄

but akgaes do not live in reality and have no interest in tuning into it. at the end of the day, anon, you and me can be happy in the knowledge that bts love and respect each other and themselves regardless of what any freak out there says. have some serotonin, anon! 💗

[shockwave65]

beep CASSETTE MAN: Connection terminated. (Screen fades into view) I'm sorry to interupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, but I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You're not here to recieve a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although you have indeed been called. (FNAF 6 map appears) You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labirynth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. (Middle room from map disappears) Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered (FNAF 1 footage appears in the background behind the screen) and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away, (FNAF 2 footage replaces the FNAF 1 footage) as the agony of every tragedy should. (Burning Scrap Baby appears on the screen) And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still, (FNAF 2 footage is replaced with a buring texture) and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. (Burning Molten Freddy replaces Scrap Baby) For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. (Burning Springtrap/William Afton replaces Molten Freddy) Although for one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting old friend. (Screen goes black, burning texture still in the background) My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. (TCTTC minigame appears on screen) I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, (TCTTC is replaced with a new 8 bit view from inside the TCTTC location showing a sad child locked outside with two happy children inside and a giant gift box) no one was there to lift you up into their arms, the way you lifted others into yours. (8 bit view is replaced with another 8 bit view of an alleyway with posters and trash alongside the body of a dead child) And then, what became of you? (View of the Prize corner from FNAF 2 appears in the background) I should have known you wouldn't be contempt to just disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. (GG,GL appears on the screen, replacing the 8 bit alley, Prize corner fades away) It's time to rest. For you, and those you have carried in your arms. This ends, for all of us. (Screen disappears) End communication. (Entire screen goes black) beep

Wow so much fun, that’s a lot of words

[harold-has-style]

Harry's House: First Impressions

First LISTEN: Out Loud, Second: with headphones

Music For A Sushi Restaurant: A GROOVE. Scoob-a-doop-bo-bob. This man is the scatman. Lizzo needs to get on a remix of this ASAP! Or at least cover it. This will be so amazing live. 80's bop! Love the horns or whatever too!

Late Night Talking: MAN IS IN LOVE. YA BOY IS WHIPPED. Things haven't been quite the same. A lot of change happening metaphorically on this album.

Grapejuice: A crooner. YOUUUUUU. Shakespeare who??? This album seems like a chill one you listen to....around the house....eh? eh? I'll see myself out. NAH fr, I would definitely listen this to study, gives me low-fi vibes. (Liked it better the second time with headphones)

As It Was: In the album order it hits like woah. New chapter like Zane said. Feels surreal and cool to sing along. Like feels sped up but it's just cause the track before was so calming.

Daylight: This album is much more electronic than acoustic fine line. But the rock of this? FIRE! Very unexpected and I love it! Someone doing coke??? V bad harry. bad one. If I was a blue bird? So cute!!! Reminds me of old 2000s coldplay as well. I'm guessing this is the cocaine album.

Little Freak: Jezebel? mE! I'm a whore. Ya welcome. I expected it to be more risque but it's actually so romantic and kinda cute. Lana Del Rey could sing this and it would be cool too. Just thinking about youuuuuuuu. Love the guitar.

Matilda: Family never showed me love? Yeah no shit. That's why I'm listening to your album at 2am. Dead inside? *that's so raven voice* Yep that's me. I do want to do it on my own, thanks harry! KEY CHANGE KING! This song really made me smile. On second round, it feels like an intimate hug from Harry.

Cinema: This is so cute. I'm guessing it's about Olivia, which I find adorable. Do you think I'm cool??? Aw, little Harry has to prove himself. Good. Damn this nigga screaming in the background. You okay??? You pop when we get intimate? if this is his way of bragging about making a woman come then so be it. But okay....

Daydreaming: As soon as I heard it, I loved it. INTRO IS AMAZING! Like the groove is soooo sick. Love me like you paid me? Sugar daddy. Also gives me a little bit of Stevie Wonder vibes. Can't wait to hear this live!!!

Keep Driving: Very cute and cinematic way of singing. This album feels very indie. Hash brown egg yolk I will always love you? CUTE!!!! Like I can see this music video and the camera cutting rapidly between these things. I love it. Puff pass? Edibles? Cocaine? Say no to drug kids. This man loves a good drugs sex and love theme and I love that for him. Choke her with a sea view??? Yes please daddy. I told y'all this man wasn't vanilla. My fave on the second hearing, it was the first song I liked on Spotify.

Satellite: There are a lot of questions in this song and in the album in general. I like that the beginning sounds a bit space like. Like dreampop. idk why this songs feels SAPPHIC! This is gonna be the summer song of the album. IYKYK. When he said I'm here idk why I teared up. I think this song is going to be the best live.

Boyfriends: I'm gonna need some wine and ice cream for this one. Very true. If I ever slip and get my heart broken by a man this song is going on repeat for months. SAY IT WITH ME: MEN ARE TRASH. I think this was the song playing in the trailer????

Love of My Life: Nevermind it was this song playing in the trailer? Baby you are the love of my life???? Sheesh. This man gonna marry that woman. Second hearing update: looked up the lyrics and he talked about a past love. Damn. Sorry bout that. At least you got some good bops out of the heartbreak. Second hearing: Harry loves a bop beat with devastating lyrics. Damn song. Like the sunnier yet just as sad sibling of Falling.

Final thoughts: I feel like Fine Line was more 70's groove and this was more 80's bop. But tbh I think this album is very groovy indeed. I think this album had more similar sounding songs (in a good way) and was more of a mesh of emotions rather than Fine Line which were like, in my opinion, very significant different emotions. Harry delivers again. TBH while Fine Line (the song and album) will have such a special place in my heart but I do like this one. JOB WELL DONE.

[callie-rex]

Connection terminated. (Screen fades into view) I'm sorry to interupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, but I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You're not here to recieve a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although you have indeed been called. (FNAF 6 map appears) You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labirynth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. (Middle room from map disappears) Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends.

And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered (FNAF 1 footage appears in the background behind the screen) and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away, (FNAF 2 footage replaces the FNAF 1 footage) as the agony of every tragedy should. (Burning Scrap Baby appears on the screen) And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still, (FNAF 2 footage is replaced with a buring texture) and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. (Burning Molten Freddy replaces Scrap Baby) For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. (Burning Springtrap/William Afton replaces Molten Freddy) Although for one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting old friend. (Screen goes black, burning texture still in the background)

My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. (TCTTC minigame appears on screen) I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, (TCTTC is replaced with a new 8 bit view from inside the TCTTC location showing a sad child locked outside with two happy children inside and a giant gift box) no one was there to lift you up into their arms, the way you lifted others into yours. (8 bit view is replaced with another 8 bit view of an alleyway with posters and trash alongside the body of a dead child) And then, what became of you? (View of the Prize corner from FNAF 2 appears in the background) I should have known you wouldn't be contempt to just disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.

(GG,GL appears on the screen, replacing the 8 bit alley, Prize corner fades away) It's time to rest. For you, and those you have carried in your arms. This ends, for all of us. (Screen disappears) End communication.

(Entire screen goes black)

*beep*

Connection terminated.

I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name.

But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.

You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called.

You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune.

A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near.

Yet somehow out of reach.

But, you will never find them. None of you will.

This is where your story ends.

And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be.

I am remaining as well. I am nearby.

This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.

And to you monsters trapped in the corridors. Be still. And give up your spirits.

They don't belong to you.

As for most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm, waiting for you after the smoke clears.

Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, friend.

My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up in their arms, the way you lifted others into yours.

And then, what became of you, I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then.

So, let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms...

This ends.

For all of us.

End communication.

[raydor]

          thinking  about  how  sharon  was  in  a  comphet  marriage  for  years,

[seospicybin]

BASH.

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: You threw a surprise birthday party for Chan but he seemed to dislike it at the end of the night. (2,2k words)

“Thank you for coming, man!” Chan patted Felix’s shoulder before sending him on his way out of the door.

But Felix went in for another hug, “Happy birthday once again!” he said as he returned the pats on Chan’s back then walked out of the door.

Chan sighed in relief that all of the guests had left the place. He went back inside and saw you collecting dirty glassware from around the living room.

“Go have some rest! I got this.” You told him. Chan shrugged your suggestion away and began picking up empty drink cans on the table and into the trash bag.

“I can’t let you cleaning up alone.” He said, he sounded irritated by something. You guessed he was probably just tired after what he thought was a small gathering turned out to be a small birthday bash for him.

You loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher while Chan sorting out trashes in the little storage room next to the kitchen.

“Want to have some wine?” You offered, leaning your side against the doorframe.

He walked past you to wash his hands on the sink, “What did you do with Minho in the pantry?”

You approached him, not sure you heard what he said, “Sorry, I didn’t catch you there,”

He wiped his hand with a towel, turned around to face you. He leaned back against the kitchen counter with fingers gripping the edges.

“What did you do with Minho in the pantry?” He asked once again.

“You mean when he and I went to the pantry together?” You asked as you stood across from him.

He nodded with his strained face and his body tense.

“I was preparing your birthday cake.“ You answered.

Since it was a surprise birthday bash, you’ve been hiding the cake in the pantry so you asked Minho to help you prep the cake and lit up the candles. There was nothing else happening but Minho kept accidentally blowing off the candles.

"Are you sure there’s nothing else happened?” He asked jaw tightens when he finished talking.

You shook your head no.

“Then why were you kept huddled beside him?” He asked again, crossed his arms in front of him.

You were not even aware of your doings during the birthday bash, you just thought everyone was having fun, especially Chan since it was his birthday and you threw this party for him.

“I was just talking to him.” You answered because there was nothing more to be explained.

“About what?”

You remember huddle together over Minho’s phone to show you pictures and videos of his cats on his phone.

“His cats!“

"If you want us to have cats as our pet you can just tell me.” He said.

“Huh?” You perplexed, surprised at how the conversation took a whole different turn, “Why are we talking about pets now?” You asked.

“Is that what you want?“ He snapped at you.

"Wait, wait, why…” you pinched the bridge of your nose as you were trying to process every word he throw at you, “I don’t care about pets now,” you told him.

“I thought you wanted a dog too, but you don’t care, huh?” His face contorted in frustration.

Your mouth hung open in disbelief; the conversation went all over the place. You wondered what was going through his mind. You decided to come up to him and comfort him in any means.

“Channie, baby, what happened?” You asked him, your voice soft to calm him down.

You took his hands in yours, your thumbs rubbing the back of his hands.

“Why are you so mad?” You asked again.

He avoided your eyes, looking over your shoulder indeed. You dragged him in the direction of the sofa, “Can you please sit down?” you pleaded.

Chan half-heartedly gave in, he plopped down on the sofa while you sat, kneeling in front of him on the carpeted floor.

You rested your chin on his knee, looked up at him.

“Channie, talk to me, please?” You pleaded once again, truly concerned for him now.

Chan sighed, looked down at you with your eyes filled with worries.

“You didn’t like the party?” You asked again, couldn’t hide the hint of sadness at the edge of your words.

Chan placed his hand on the top of your head, “I loved it so much.” He said to you, his hand petting your head.

“Then why are you so mad at me?” Your voice broke when you asked him, clueless at what you did wrong that seemed to make him mad.

“I’m not mad at you,” he immediately answered, didn’t want you to feel sadder.

He looked at your glossy eyes, knowing you were on the verge of tears.

To be honest, Chan has been asking himself the same question, why he got so riled up? Maybe it was the way you dressed in that black dress, with a revealing neckline and fell just right above your knee, he felt giddy when he knew you dressed so nicely for him, or maybe the way that dress made you steal everyone’s attention.

Chan was more than happy to be able to show you off to his peers but the idea of sharing the sight of you in that dress bothers him so much. His eyes were on you the whole time, afraid that you might get too friendly around his friends. He almost lost his temper the second he knew you disappeared along with Minho in the middle of the party.

Chan couldn’t explain what drove him to act so stupidly around you, he agreed that the arguing the two of you did earlier was so low of him.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted. It was so stupid of me.” He apologized, lifting your head off his knee with his hand on your jaw.

“Were you mad because I hung a lot with Minho?” You asked, you were curious what ticked him off like that.

He shook his head, “I was a bit jealous.” He finally admitted.

“Why would you be jealous of him? You knew him for years.” You said.

He nodded, “I know. I lost my head for a second there.”

“I only want you, Channie. I only love you.” You assured him.

He breathed in your words like oxygen that filled his lungs, his heart filled to the brim by your words of validation.

“I love you too, so fucking much.” He said to you, making every syllable of the words clear for you to hear.

You smiled at him and he kissed you, his lips brushing tenderly on yours. You lay your hands on his thighs as he tipped your head, allowing himself to kiss you deeper.

Your hands rubbing his thighs, making him clenched. Your hands moved to his clothed dick, is he always this big and easily aroused by you? You tested him by touching his hard-on against his denim jeans.You broke the kiss, eyeing his erection, you asked him, “Can I?”

Chan hesitated for a while.

“Please, daddy?” you tried again.

His eyes turned dark the second you called him that as if his personality changed at the mention of his preferred title, you noticed the change in his gaze.

His hand cupped your jaw, thumb rubbing your cheek.

“You want to suck daddy’s cock on his birthday?” He asked, sounded assertive than before.

You nodded.

“Alright.” He said. He leaned back on the sofa as your hands reached to unbutton and unzipped his jeans. You pulled down his boxer to free his dick out of its confine. You muffled a gasp at how hard and ready he was for you.

He enjoyed seeing your eyes widen at the sight of his dick. He scooted forward to the edge of the sofa to set a better position for you.

You took his length in your hand then licked the drop of pre-cum leaking out of his tip. You swirled your tongue around his tip. You heard him drawing in breathe through his gritted teeth. You licked your lips before opened your mouth and put his cock into your mouth. Your eyes looked up at him through your eyelashes, watched his face contorted in pleasure.

He was halfway down your mouth, you gave yourself a little more time to adjust to his length.

You reminded yourself to breathe in through your nose before you hollowed your cheeks to finally taking all his length down your throat.

You put your hands down on your thighs.

Chan cupped your jaw, “Always taking daddy’s cock so well,” he praised you.

You started bobbing your head, up and down his length. Careful not to let his dick hit the base of your throat so hard. Chan’s hands gathered your hair, making a makeshift ponytail so he could get a better view of you with your mouth wrapped around his cock.

“Your mouth is so pretty around my cock like that,” he praised again. You hummed in pleasure, feeling aroused by his praise mixed with the filthy words falling off of his mouth as he quietly cursed under his breath.

He lowly groaning with his head thrown back, feeling the warmth of your mouth around his dick.

You felt his dick twitched inside you as he started bucking his hips at you, accidentally hitting the back of your throat in the process. You gagged, tears pooling at the corner of your mouth, quickly took a few deep breaths to collect yourself tried to pick up the pace.

“Baby, stop,” he told you, tugging at your hair to pull yourself off of him.

You didn’t hear him the first time, “I said stop!” he raised his voice.

He roughly yanked your hair away, pulled off his dick with a loud pop. He grabbed hold of his throbbing cock in his, he pumped and grunted, feeling his high closing in.

You opened your mouth, offering it to him to cum. “You want daddy’s cum in your mouth?” He asked with a breathy voice. You nodded.

“Talk to daddy!” He commanded.

“Yes please, daddy, cum in my mouth.” You answered.

You stuck out your tongue as far as you could, ready to receive every drop of his cum.

Chan gave his cock a few rough pumps, earned himself a sweet release. He aimed his cock at your mouth, cum dripping out of his tip and into your mouth, you shut your eyes as a drop landed close to your eye and a few drops dribbling down your chin.

“Swallowed it for daddy,” he ordered.

You closed your mouth and gulped his seed in one go. Chan witnessed as you swallowed his cum, the way he accidentally painted your face with his cum enough to make his dick firm again.

You opened your mouth to show him you swallowed everything. His thumb collected a drop of cum on your cheek and smeared it on your tongue, you jolted, feeling his rough finger pad on your delicate tongue.

His thumbs scooped some more drops that dribbling down your chin and put it on your tongue again, “swallow it one more time for daddy!”

You complied, tasting the remaining drops of his cum, and swallowed.

You opened your mouth to him once again, “Good girl,” he murmured.

He leaned down to kiss you, tasting himself on your mouth.

“You’ve been so good for daddy,” he said into your mouth.

Chan couldn’t hide his surprise at how well-behaved you were which in contrast to your usual bratty self is. But you wanted to be a good girl for him today as a special birthday present for him.

Also, you always wondered how he would reward you when you obeyed him like a good girl.

He pulled away with his forehead attached to yours, “Now, tell daddy, what do you want?”

You smiled at the question that you anticipated from him, “I want you to fuck me,” you boldly answered.

“Alright.” He said he pulled your head away from his. He then held your face with both of his hands.

“Go to the bedroom, get naked and wait with your legs spread open for daddy,” he delivered his instructions without stuttering as if this personality of him melted into one with him.

You nodded, reciting his words under your breathe.

“Words!” He snapped.

“Yes, daddy!” You got up from the floor and headed to the bedroom. You did exactly what he instructed you to do. You hastily stripped off of your clothes, climbed onto the bed, and spread your legs as wide as you could.

A few minutes later, Chan came into the room. His mouth hung open at the sight of you sitting in the middle of the bed, naked and wide open for him. His eyes shot at your exposed core, dripping and enticing just for him.

He stood at the end of the bed, he was barely functioning right now.

This sight of you was too much for his mind to compute into words, all he could do was let out a few sighs and biting on his lower lip to prevent himself from throwing himself at you.

When he finally composed himself, he pulled his shirt off by its collar and climbed onto the bed with his eyes darted at your wet cunt, he said, “Daddy going to enjoy every bite of that cake.”

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[muffindaddystyles]

Someone hurts Y/N at work; and Harry’s owner of the company.

Angry young man CEO!H very protective of his lovie :)))))))))))))

It was Tuesday. Tiring Tuesday is what Y/N calls them to be because they lurk in the middle of week and drags you after a Monday. Today, it’s the worst fucking Tuesday since the day she started working at this company.

Harry offered her. More to say tried to convince her with his sweet puppy tactics, tried to lure her in with his seductive begging and would mumble the same thing in her sweaty neck while balls deep in her, “Please sweet toots ... promise I wouldn’t be there to take ye' interview, please work in my company.” He squished her sides in desperation. Y/N whined, mind too occupied in the way he’s leaking into her, the head of his cock angled to rub at her spongy wall making her hug herself into him.

“I could be a very hard boss in my office, ‘s all ‘m saying.” He wiggled his brows at her playfully, hissing when his double joke earned him a tight fit around his prick and he was soon forgetting all of it when she canted her hips to let him slick deeper inside her.

It’s not that; Y/N doesn’t wants to work at his company. When her boyfriend asked her so sweetly and stout-heartedly. Call him a sap but he actually wants to be closer to her in every possible chance he gets – she gives him an unyielding amount of comfort and happiness when she’s with him.

There’s this silver of pride he wants to take (since he’s the biggest narcissists) in being a power couple, because in the end everything will be theirs.

But she doesn’t want to seem like she took advantage of him. She didn’t study and worked hard many years to be called dependent on her boyfriend. She wanted to find her first proper job herself – feel all the odds and jitters of her firsts after UNI.

Harry called the battles off knowing his little stubborn baby’s too much a wiggler and he believes in her and he’s very proud of her previous achievements, he just wants to see her happy working with him or not.

She indeed got it. She was finally a design editor at a grand magazine company, excited to meet her boss who’s one of her absolute favourite graphic designers in the industry.

Harry and her celebrated her baby step towards her success by going out at this cafe which had cats you can pet and love on.

He was blissed to see her this happy, considering it a win win situation. But she doesn’t need to know? Does she? And Harry didn’t do anything suspicious? Did he? Nobody even know who she's! And if Y/N wants that, he’ll have it that way.

Soon her enthusiasm deflated like a sorrowful balloon whirling in the air for seconds before falling on the ground and getting it’s existence neglected, because, her boss was the meanest bitch alive.

At the moment, Y/N forced the pertinacious lump of pathetic tears down her throat, not blinking to dry out the moisture threatening to fall from her waterline feeling humiliation creep up her skin and making her want to shrink into herself and never show her face.

She listens patiently and optimistically as her boss practically screams at her for not liking the designs Y/N worked to modify for damn 62 hours and the Karen still had an audacity to degrade, Y/N.

Y/N gasped, stumbling back in fright shock when the file that had her precious designs composed in it flew and hit Y/N, the ragged corner of it scratching Y/N’s delicate skin and her boss was spinning away from her to stare coldly at the bustling city outside through the window drowning into fumes and anger.

Y/N opened her mouth, guppy like. Wanting to say something back and call her out on her act but she felt like her voice got strangled into her chest.

ShitShitShitShit.

Hammering in her brain when she felt something warm oozing from her skin and she’s panicking, wiping a vicious streak of blood from her jaw with her trembly fingers and scuttled straight to the washroom before anyone was able to see her in such vulnerable condition.

She had enough of it and left out of there without a word to anyone, not even to her cubby mate. She bottled all the emotions that were rattling against her bones to flood out of her each pore, until she could reach her home and once she did she was having a humongous and ominously scary breakdown, glad that Harry was stuck in meetings and the house was all of hers to cry ugly.

Once she was all blue lips, puffy and swelled up cheeks and eyes, nest of a hairstyle and all burned up lungs she was calming herself down with deep breaths just Harry taught her.

Scrubbing and cleaning herself off then going to bed without waiting for Harry, something very rare and the right hit in the nail for him to know she isn’t feeling well.

He was welcomed by silence. No dinner, just leftovers in fridge and his insides became all crummy and not very pleasant when he tailed to the living room and wasn’t met by his lovebug; either cramming her head to sketch down designs with an ipad in her lap while a buzz of random Netflix show accompanies her, dossing off cutely with hundreds of her study journals and magazines messed around her on the floor, or her in sleeping pyjamas with food already set up on the coffee table and brightening the whole room with her squeals when Harry announces his presence.

None of that instead he finds her in their bedroom, drowned under layers of blankies and her stuffies with room lit dark.

He coos softly, mattress dipping down from his weight and his heart expands and melts all around his other organs at how adorable she looks sleeping in his hoodie. He chuckles shaking his head at the way she has the strings of the hoodie squeezed around her head, not sure how she’s able to breath at how tight it seems around her neck.

Doing his own routine he was slipping into the bed, sighing from the warmth and how toasty she has made the bed already.

He bunched her against his chest and kissed her head then spooned her up in his arms, lips fluttering into a smile when she hummed and sniffed basking into his scent.

“Oi sleepy.” He whispers down at her cupping her neck and giggles softly when she whines mushing her cheek against his chest only to grunt sleepily and muffle her yelps into his sweatshirt.

Harry’s brows shoots up into slight bafflement then dips down into a frown when he slipped his calloused palm under her hoodie to cradle her jaw and felt something graze against his thumb that was about to press into her soft skin to bring her for a night kiss.

“Hey...” He perches himself on elbows, switching on the lamps and ignores her groans grasping the blanket she was about to pull over herself, huffing at him to let her sleep but Harry’s more stubborn than her if it involves assuring himself she’s okay and right now she’s not and Harry was already feeling it in his bones.

“Lemme see.” He persists gently, peeling the blankets and the hoodie off her head while she’s still stirring into sleep not able to open her eyes how much she tries because of the exhaustion dumped on her from whole day.

He stares at the wound she did a shit effort to cover with a gauze messily over her jaw and tiny bit area of her neck, a long bandage reaching to her ear and Harry tries to think rationally and not freak out as he touches it with cautious fingertips.

“What ... the –- fuck, Y/N what is...is this?” His mouth falls slack. His ears buzzing for a moment and he wraps his arm around her shoulder to bring her up as he leans them against the bedhead.

He feels bad when she knuckles at her eyes warily and mumbles something that’s barely audible.

“What happened, baby? Talk t’me? How did y'hurt yourself so bad?” Worried and fearful. He bombs her with questions not waiting for her to be fully awake and his heart breaks miserly upon focusing his gaze on her face, her angelic face that’s now soaked with sadness –- she’s been crying.

His loves been crying and he wasn’t there for her.

“Who did this to you?” Y/N's eyes widens abruptly. The alertness in them vivid for Harry to see under the lamp glow and she gasps, nose twitching and lip wobbling as Harry grabbed her chin and ducked to her eyelevel to ask her tenderly with a layer of strictness under his tone, “’M asking, Who did this to you, Y/N?” Her fragile heart could already take so much and she strangled out a sob lowering her head down in embarrassment.

“’M.. I’m —-.. no –..not telli –-..telling you,” She hiccups breathlessly, shaky fingers fisting onto the blanket thrown over Harry’s lap and he holds her hands kissing them gently, “I’ll know it one way or another baby. Don’t force me to get outta my way to find —–“ His soul stabbing glare was enough for Y/N to ramble and at first he thought he didn’t heard her right, that she was mumbling too much but when the reality seeped in gradually Harry almost froze in his spot.

“I know it’s very shameful —..” Y/N stammers barely able to get in a breather and Harry’s head snapped at her words, removing his nails away from making little graves in his palms and his jaw which almost felt like breaking from the hinges from how painfully furious he had it set relaxes as he tries to calm himself down and not to grab his keys and drive to that bitch's house to trash her place.

Because how fucking dare she treat anyone like that in his own fucking company.

“Hey, hey. Now none of that toots. Look at me darling, oh my sweet moppet ... shh.” It slices his heart in pain to see Y/N like this -- so small and disheartened. How dare she hurt his such delicate, sweet, loving girl like that? How!?

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself moppet. She should be, fo’ being such a heartless prick.” He spat, his guts full of bitter and hatred. His skin hot, his grip on her tightening protectively and his chin quivers trying to lock all his anger inside and not to burst out like a pressure cooker.

“I’ll deal with her tomorrow.” He nods curtly to himself, poking his tongue to wet his grimacing lips and Y/N was too woolly to get what’s he’s saying.

His gaze flitters back on her. His demeanour turned incredibly soft and gentle for her smooching a big generous kiss to her salty lips and then to both of her cheeks cared in both of his palms, “Are y'okay? D'you want me to take you to hospital?” She shakes her head mewling and melting and caressing herself into his wrist.

“Why didn’t you call me baby?” He asks her doing anything in his power to mask the hurt in his tone and sighs touching his forehead to her's when Y/N sniffled, “Didn’t wan’ you to worry.” He slid his forearm under her bum and scooched her atop of him, patching tiny careful pecks to her jaw.

“But, that’s love moppet. Worryin’ bout you, takin’ care of ye' and beating anyone raw who even dares to have evil intentions towards you,”

“Remember the time y'snubbed that one guy’s oh so expensive shoes who was very rude to me at one of your graduations party?” His simper turning into a proper ironic grin when she giggled hoarsely nodding along and the tension in his muscles released watching her getting better.

“Proper broke his big toe with your heel darling.” He giggles with her and then Y/N realised how sad and awful Harry’s feeling, how it’s hurting him the same way it hurt her an year ago.

“How about we have a glass of milk .... it’ll help us sleep less grumpy y'know.” He murmurs in the crook of her neck, elbow cocooned safely around her shoulder blade as he kisses the side of her head again and again nose buried in her hair to smell her treacly smell.

.

In the morning he was tragic to hear Y/N sound so heartbroken and dejected as she told him, “I’m going to resign and accept your offer.” Her smile small and sad, hugging him looping her limbs around his torso lazily.

“’kay baby, but first eat your brekkie.” He kissed her hair and squished her pout when he moved away to make some calls to his assistant.

Y/N had no-idea what he was upto. Glad that he was driving her to the company and that he was immensely supportive of her decision, her insides pooled with warmth and giddiness when he tried to cheer her up with his silly jokes and singing along the radio murmuring rubbish whenever he forgot the lyrics.

She was utterly confused when upon reaching he was giving the keys to valet boy to park his car and interviewing their fingers in a strong grip before leading her inside, even though she should be the one to do so.

She sputters a, “Huh?” when instead of telling her he’d wait for her in the lobby he’s rounding the corner towards the elevators and turns his wrist to push her infront of him to keep her closer to himself all the time.

When the doors are sliding apart the people scurrying outside halts for a moment, not looking Harry in eyes and keeping their heads low.

Phones were already rung in the building that Mr. Styles will be coming un-announced and everyone should be prepared to face the consequences if they stumble upon him – because well he isn’t in such a nice mood to start with.

“Harry.” She pokes him in ribs feebly, stepping away from him feeling timid due to few pair of eyes in elevator watching her awkwardly and maybe judgingly.

The tension in space could be cut through knife, as if everyone’s holding their breaths and she pouts taking a good look at Harry who’s smirking smugly confident in his element.

Do they all think her boyfriend’s way too intimidating and out of reach for them? They should know he’s such a sweetie!

Y/N huffs. Folding her arms over chest when Harry paws at her hips and pulls her back against his chest resting his chin atop of her head with a shit eating grin.

In all seriousness. Showing them that’s she’s his's and belongs under his wings, which will keep her safe and protected till his death.

“How did you know my boss's office’s on tenth floor?” She squints up at him suspiciously.

“Hmm. Dunno, moppet. Magical powers or summat?” He teases her, putting a hand at the small of her back to nudge her forward making her blush pink and ducks down to whisper in her ear, “You got this toots.” Biting her earlobe playfully to stroke down her anxiety upon sensing her hesitancy to step in the hallway that has cubicles lined up.

He already got this. He ordered his assistant to get the resign letter ready and showing her who’s the boss here’s not much of hurdle for him.

It’s weird. Bloody weird. Y/N wants to turn back and run away because the moment they step inside the whole damn hallway falls eerily pin drop silent and everyone’s peeking up from the short walls of their cubicles and then diverting their eyes immediately in embarrassment and apology seeing Harry behind her.

The ones who’re standing bows their heads lightly in respect for him and scurrying away to give him a way and that’s insanely surprising and weird.

Harry on the other hand was no stranger to those bogey looks. Of curiosity, uneasiness and dread when he passes through the crowd of his employs. Y/N is.

Slowly perhaps. It starts to sink in— jumbled and disoriented when she looks back at Harry. He’s keeping his head held high and shoulders tilted back with poise and conceitedness, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants and because though it makes him look like a proper snob— he is their boss and the owner of this company, he should act like one.

“Mr. Styles.” Y/N’s boss assistant Marina who’s usually very chirpy (and undeserving of all the yelling she gets from her boss) turns pale at Harry’s presence. She’s the only person Y/N's very keen of, now she’s fretting towards them with her head lowered and tries to stammer something but Harry’s walking past her with his lips pursued as he goes inside without knocking.

“Harry...” Y/N tattles behind him, lunging to clutch onto the hem of his suits coat, to scold him to stop babying her and let her handle it herself, too late since she’s already meeting with the sight of her overly stressed and upset boss.

Her knees almost gives in when Harry snaps his fingers for the employees that were inside to give them privacy and takes in the most relaxing breath of oxygen, feeling a gag of bitterness in his mouth from even looking at her.

Y/N gasped. Her boss (which she’s not sure is her boss anymore) gasped. The sweet assistant Marina gasped. When Harry told her in the most composing way– though his blood’s boiling absolutely sheathing through his veins.

“You’re fired.” His demeanour cold and voice monotone not giving a fuck how much she shakes and cries for his forgiveness.

“Mr. Styles. I..I can explain–-" She stammers rushing from the back of her desk and stops obediently when Harry gestures her to not to take another step forward.

“There’s no excuse for abuse. I don’t want your lame explanations, I can’t have an abusive asshole running my company for me ... we might be strict on our employees but we aren’t monsters.” He grits, his eyes flaring piercingly with rage and showing no empathy towards her as she pleads him to forgive her mistake– those bricks of money makes you work baby.

“You hurt someone so dearly to me ‘n think I’ll forgive ye'?” The assistance eye’s blows away at newfound information, Harry Styles love of life’s none other than Y/N. The girl she used to have smoked sandwiches and milkshakes with in their lunch breaks.

“I didn’t know ...” He chuckles ironically at her hypocrisy and that’s the last straw for him before he’s threatening her to call the security and she’s getting out of there cursing him under her breath but Harry grabs her from elbow roughly, conceding his brow at her dauntingly.

"Apologise to her right fuckin' now."

"Sorry, Mrs Styles. I'm very ashamed of what I did." She says nervously and Y/N nods not able to speak from the butterflies that are flapping around her stomach, which sure didn't go unnoticed at Harry's side and he smirks at Y/N.

When they’re left alone. Jovial cackles are bouncing against the walls and he’s pressing his hip to the desk, securing his hands around his triceps as he folds his arms infront of his chest entertaining himself to the cute and fuzzy reactions of his girl at what just happened.

“See. Told ya, nobody could defy my bossiness at work.” He grins at her, jerking his hand towards his chest to usher her closer to him and boops her nose smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss to her mouth when she toddles in his arms.

“The offers still there,” He looks down at her cheekily and she shakes her head, a small smile kicking up her lips at his determination and devotion.

“Couldn’t say no to you, could I? What will you be owning secretly next time?” She nips at him, planting her palms firmly against his midriff feeling the crispiness of his shirt underneath his jacket.

“A bakery shop ....?” He muses in the most pondering voice and she scoffs at him through pattering of giggles, “Suck it up Mr. Styles.”

“Hey! I know my prick’s huge but not tha’ much for me to suck it myself.”

Y/N chokes onto her own spit. Shaking her head at him.

“Your innocent employees knows how vulgar you’re?”

“Uhmm. Infact, She gets very hot hearin’ me like tha'.” He bobs his head grinning at her wickedly and she smacks his shoulder, “Harry!”

“Yeahhh! Tell everyone how good I make you feel babbbyy—....” Y/N clamps her hand around his mouth to muffle his lewd fake moaning.

“You’re so embarrassing.” She grumbles wiping his spit sticking to her palm down her skirt and spins around to head for the door expecting him to follow her.

“You don’t talk to boss like that!” He trails behind her, “Boss my ass!” She quips out a squeal looking around to make sure that nobody saw it when Harry slapped her bum.

“Boss someone’s ‘bout to get a pink ass.”

[skinnyducky]

class act // v.h.

requested by @lovesicksofi​ 

a/n this was quite difficult to write. i felt like half the time i was info-dumping and i didn’t want anything to feel redundant or like it was slowing the pace down. however, i tried my best and i think it’s good. i hope this what you were expecting and wanting !

vinnie hacker x plus sized!actress!reader

Word Count: 1544, edited

WARNING: fluff, mentions of death (not real) blood (fake) and stabbing (fake), language, and sadness... i think that’s all.

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You were sitting at the makeup chair in your trailer, watching from the mirror as your makeup artist added blood to the corner of your lips. Today was the last day on set for you as your character in your highly anticipated drama film was meeting their demise. It was bittersweet, but after working for a good three months, you were finally happy to get it over with.

Being an actress was something you dreamed of doing. You went from being the sun in your elementary school’s “food chain” play to starring on Broadway in hits like Mean Girls or Wicked. Now, you were hitting the big screen. Though, when people found out about you, as happy as they were to have another talented actress in the business, they had a lot to say about your weight. You were more curvier, more fuller than most of the women in your field, and you faced a lot of criticism for it. No matter how good your acting was, you were always just the “overweight” girl.

At first, those words hurt, and it made you feel as though you wouldn’t make it in the industry. But then, you realized you had been working your ass off to get to where you are today. You damn sure weren’t about to let some snide remarks get in the way of you achieving your dreams. So, you kept pushing and pushing. Now, you had a leading role in a movie, starring alongside Margot Robbie and Brad Pitt.

“I think I need a little bit more pink in the eye.” You said to Andrew, your makeup artist. He rolled his eyes at you and continued to add blush to your cheeks.

“You’re dying, Y/n, not going to the club.”

You shrugged. “Nothing wrong with wanting to look good before I get stabbed.”

“Har, har…now tilt your head.” Andrew sneered, putting on my mascara. “So, where’s Jen? I miss her rants about contracts and stuff.”

“She’s with another client of hers. Something to do with dropping an album or whatever, I don’t know.”

Andrew snickered, screwing the top onto back onto the mascara. “She’s managing music artists too? Isn’t she quite the manager.”

“Tell me about it. I get lucky if she ever she shows me any attention.” You laughed as you pulled out your phone and started scrolling through Instagram. You went through and liked a bunch of pictures until you stopped on a certain person’s photo. A smile plastered itself onto your face as you admired the shirtless shot of your boyfriend, Vinnie.

“Is that the boyfriend I hear so much about?” Andrew grinned.

“That’s him indeed.” You answered with a smile. “His name’s Vinnie.”

You and Vinnie had been together for a good year. You both met at some sleazy influencer party. With you both clinging to wall, clearly not wanting to be there, you two made small talk. You chatted it up about everything: from favorite colors to Elmo, your conversations were wild. At the end of the night when you were getting ready to leave, he asked you for your number—much to your surprise. With glee, you gave it to him and thus led to a beautiful relationship. Of course, there was hate, people questioning what he was doing with you and mocking you because of your weight. But you weren’t focused on that. You had a gorgeous boyfriend and a blossoming career right in front of you. Jealous fans were the least of your worries.

“He’s a cutie, Y/n. You bagged a baddie.” Andrew joked, spritzing some setting spray on his masterpiece. “So, when can I meet him?”

Just before you could respond, the door to your trailer opened. You turned around and shrieked with excitement as your boyfriend wandered in. “I got lost and met Margot Robbie.” He said, causing you and Andrew to laugh. “Hey, babe.”

Vinnie stepped beside you and planted a kiss to your forehead. “Hey, baby!” You squealed. “This is Andrew, my makeup artist.”

You pointed towards the MUA who merely waved at Vinnie before pulling out his phone. “He’s not really social,” you said. “So, what are you doing here? I thought you were doing a sub-a-thon?”

“Well, I was going to, but I decided to come visit you instead.” He replied, moving to stand behind you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rested his chin on your head. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“Of course, I am. I’m always happy to see you.”

He grinned and went to kiss your lips but before he could Andrew stopped him. “Not on my watch, sir. That took an hour and a half, and I really would like to not spend another one redoing it.”

You snickered, turning to Vinnie. “He takes his work seriously.”

“Duly noted.”

You and Vinnie shared a laugh and talked for a minute before you were called to set. After getting dressed in your tattered dress and fishnets, you left your trailer with Vinnie following behind you. Now, you were standing in the middle of a trashed hotel room with Brad Pitt across from you and Margot Robbie standing a few feet away. Vinnie stood with the crew as your director explained the scene thoroughly to you.

“Ginger”—he pointed at you—“is being attacked by Paul”—he pointed to Brad Pitt—“and Susan is banging on the door to help you, but it’s locked. When she opens it, you’re already dead, got it?”

You and the other two nodded before the director rushed to his seat behind the camera and yelled, “Action!”

Once the camera’s started rolling, it was like a shift for you. No longer were you Y/n, you were your character, inside and out. As Brad’s character, Paul—safely—flung you across the room, Vinnie couldn’t help but feel a little pained. He knew you were acting but seeing it, it hurt him a little. Margot’s screams rang throughout the set as she banged against the door. “Don’t hurt her, Paul!” she cried.

Tossing you onto the floor, Brad stood over you menacingly. “You wanna screw me over, bitch!” He shouted, gripping the straps of your dress as he pulled out the fake pocketknife in his back pocket.

“Please don’t do this, I’ll do anything. Please,” You cried, gripping onto Brad’s wrist. “Don’t, Paul…don’t do this!”

Vinnie gulped back a sob as he watched the scene unfold with tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Why am I acting like this? He thought. This isn’t real. But it felt real, all too real. It no longer felt like he was on movie set, no cameras or crew. To him, you weren’t playing a character, you were still Y/n…and you were being hurt. He couldn’t take it; he wanted to intervene and save you…but he couldn’t…and that broke his heart.

Soon enough, the epic moment came, and Brad plunged the “knife” deep into your abdomen. You let out an ear-piercing scream, sending chills down everyone’s body. Your breathing hitched as blood poured from your partly opened lips. And then…your body went limp.

“CUT!”

And with that, you we’re back to Y/n. The director ran over to you and pulled you up off the floor. “That was fucking amazing, oh my god! I’ve never worked with anyone who could convey that much emotion before!”

“Thank you!” You blushed. The rest of your cast and crew members flocked around you, complimenting you on your incredible performance. However, as you looked around, you noticed a specific someone missing from the small crowd. As you humbly accepted everyone’s praise, you said your goodbyes and went to search for you boyfriend around the set. When you didn’t find him, you headed back to your trailer. Before you opened the door, you heard the sound of soft cries. With furrowed brows, you walked into the trailer and there was your boyfriend, crying into a pillow on your couch.

“Vinnie? What’s wrong?” You cooed as you sat next to him and rubbed circles on his back.

He shook his head, keeping quiet. “Vinnie, just tell me. I’m not gonna judge you or anything.” You said.

“All of that…I know it was fake and it was just acting, but it felt so real. Seeing you just…die, it hurt me, y’know? I don’t know if it’s because you’re fucking good at what you do or if it’s just boyfriend instincts but, seeing that and knowing I couldn’t do anything to stop it…it was painful.”

“Oh, Vinnie.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m still here, babe. I’m alive, okay? Nothing actually happened to me.”

He nodded into your chest. “I know, but it was too real. I just had to leave.”

“And I understand. Had I known you were planning on coming, I would’ve warned you ahead of time. I didn’t know seeing me acting out a death scene was going to leave you like this. I’m sorry.”

“Y/n, you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s just me being worried over you.”

You smiled, “Well, you have nothing to be worried about.” You placed a kiss on top of head and started to stroke his hair.

“I’m safe.”

“And a damn good actress.” Vinnie added.

“That too.”

[paintball169]

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2021!

Day 2 - Family

Day1 - Day2 - Day3

Marinette Wayne was the baby of the Family. She loved her brothers to no end.

Maybe a little more because they treated her as the baby.

Being the youngest had both its advantages and disadvantages. On one hand they listened to her every demand. On the contrary they were over protective.

Being the youngest also had other perks. No one could ever say to Marinette. Growing up Marinette was given lots of love by her older siblings. She got everything. She always loved the attention her crazily big family paid her. Don’t get her wrong, She loved her family a lots.

They gave her everything she asked. All she had to do was ask.

A ride in the Batmobile. Done. Modelling her clothes. Done. A baby Tiger. Also done. But mostly Marinette enjoyed spending time with her crazy family.

She loved the gifts and all, But the most? It was spending time together.

Playing pranks, Making gifts for each other, Game nights, Cooking nights.

Yeah those were definitely her most fond moments.

Her father and Siblings tried not to blow up the kitchen. That was something straight out of the funny TV shows for Baby marinette. She always loved her brothers and father trying to cook, and later accidentally blowing up the Kitchen. That was the funniest part. She would fall down laughing while clutching her stomach every single time.

Don’t blame her, Her family managed to do the most impossible things. Setting water on fire, Blowing up an egg in the microwave, Her father couldn’t even make coffee!

And that was funny itself. Marinette loved sitting on a chair and watching her Dad trying to make sense of the Coffee maker. Everytime she ended up laughing out loud.

She also loved doing the trapeze with Dick. Playing pranks on everyone with Jay. Trying to stay up all night with Tim. Walking Titus with Damian. Dancing with Cass. Doing ridiculous things with Stephanie. Watching Babs help through the Comms. Baking with Alfred too.

Also there was another thing she loved the most. Going to WE with her Dad. The Employees were made to sign NDA’s so her Identity wouldn’t get out. Many times she got bored in Dad’s meetings. So she ended up talking to one of the employees while they worked. Marinette was curious about business. So she often ended up with her bombarding a person with Queries. At the end of the Day, her dad would realize she wasn’t with him. That ended with him panicking and announcing on the huge microphones in WE. She enjoyed scaring the shit out of her Dad.

So when it was time to stay with her mother. Everyone ended up crying. Marinette was confused and sad. Did heer family not love her anymore? Did they hate her now? What about Jay-Jay? And Dami? Sure he was four years older than her, but he loved her, Right? She pulled her father’s coat and timidly asked

“Do you all hate me now? Is that why you're sending me away?”

Gasps were heard among many. “No darling, we don't, we love you lots. But your mother gave birth to you right? Don’t you think she wants to meet you too? You can still visit every summer and winter break.We won't miss a single christmas without you. I promise we’ll all call you daily!” Her father says. Yes, that makes sense. She should thank the lady for giving birth to her. Maybe the lady wants to know what she looks like.

“Pinky Promise?”

“Pinky Promise.”

And the promise was kept. Every Summer she ended up with new memories. She also got to thank the lady who gave birth to her. She was her Maman now. And there was Papa too! Marinette hopes that her Dad finds her another Mom! Then she would get to keep two Moms and two Dads! One will always be her Dad, Bruce. Second will be her Maman. Third, her Papa Tom. And fourth her Mom or another lady her Dad finds.

Marinette loved her new life too!! She also missed her Brothers and Sisters and the craziness they brought. She loved cooking with her Maman. Also she loved Baking with Papa. She also had a two year old sister Bridgette! She looked just like her! Now she has a small Sibling. It’ll be just like her and Damian!

Marinette made a lot of friends. Bonded with her sister. Also Introduced her to her Dad!

She had such good friends! She also became a superhero. Her both families knew about that. But all that changed one day. Why? The one and only Lila Rossi.

She took all of Marinette’s friends. Except Chloe, Kagami, Luka and Nathaniel. Chloe is dating Nathaniel. And Kagami is dating Luka. She also has a boyfriend, Jon kent. She started dating him Last year. Her family knew about Lila. So did Bridgette. She always called Lila a Witch.

This year she won't be going to Gotham to visit her family! They will be coming here! She was Psyched. Now Bridgette could meet them in person! She and Bridgette were currently sitting in Le Grand Paris waiting for the Waynes. Her Class was also going to be there. Instead they will be talking with Mr.Agreste. Oh Boy, She was going to enjoy this.

As she was thinking about what her family brought her, They said it was a surprise. They even got Bridgette one! Bridgette wanted to become a Cop, Just like Dick. She wondered if that was related. Maybe a famous cop’s autograph. Ooh maybe Commissioner Gordon’s.He was her role model after all! As she was soaked in her thoughts she missed the group of men wearing suits. Everyone’s Jaw Dropped. Aurore started filming. Her train of thoughts were cut off when she fell down from weight. She looked to see it was Jason Todd.

“Ouch Jay-Jay! Get off!” Marinette shouts. “What? Am I not allowed to hug my Baby Sister anymore?” He asks with fake hurt. “Of course you can! But seriously you are jumping on me!”Marinette Retorts. Then she’s under a dog pile. “I’m gonna join the pile too!!” Bridgette and Damian shout. “Boys get off your sister!” This earns a lot of Gasps. “Thanks Dad, I missed you.” Marinette then hugs her father. “Missed you too.”

“Hey Bridgette, nice to meet you formally!” While the waynes are absorbed in their conversation they miss a class with a teacher and principal coming in and taking a seat. Mr.Agreste is here in person.

“Aren’t those the Waynes? Why are they sitting with Mari-trash?” Lila asks getting a lot of Gasps. “Lets go talk to them, they will make an excellent Buissniess partner.”Mr.Agreste says to Adrien, getting a nod in return. Everyone follows them. The first thing they here is

“-A whole fabric shop for me? Thank you!” Marinette says hugging her Father.

“Is this Commissioner Gordon’s Autograph? That’s so cool!” Bridgette says.

“Mr. Wayne! A surprise seeing you here!” The Waynes turn to see Gabriel.

“Hello Gabriel. A surprise indeed.” Bruce answers smoothly.

“If you don’t mind, What are you doing here?” Gabriel asks.

“Oh, I decided that this year I should visit my daughter in Paris, Instead of the other way around,” Bruce says Patting Marinette’s head.

“She’s your daughter? She has quite a lot of potentiel Mr.Wayne.” Gabriel says Surprised.

“Right? She’s MW! Marinette Wayne!” Bruce exclaimed. Everyone Gasps.

“Oh?I’m glad our kids are such good friends.” Gabriel says fuming to the fact she’s on the top of the Designers list. To his surprise Mr.Wayne Scoffs.

“Good friends? Good Friends? These children bully my daughter on claims of a liar! Your son knows the truth, Yet he let’s kids bully my Daughter!On what note are they Good Friends?” Bruce Fumes. Everyone pales.

“I apologise, I had no idea.” Gabriel says.

“Not your fault. You should pay more attention to your son. Like even I’m a lot of busy. I still make time for my family. Although I'll still be pressing charges against the class and School.”

That’s how Lila’s Reign ended. She loved her Family no matter how much Chaotic they were. Yes she loved them lots.

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Anonymous said: Hyuck with 10, 25, and 6 pls and thanks

explicit sexual content, fem reader

“Hey, Hyuck? I'm not trying to put you on the spot, but I'd really like to know why you have an entire album dedicated to hentai porn."

Your best friend shrugs, taking the time to down the contents of his redbull before tossing the can at the trash bin. It hits the wall before falling to the floor with a sad clink, laughably far away from his target. “What do you mean why? You have nasty shit downloaded too, don’t you?“

“Not this.” You also don’t have anything saved. The virus you’d gotten from downloading Twilight off of a sketchy website when you were 10 scared you away from willingly saving anything from the internet.

Hyuck shrugs like you’re missing out on something. “How’d you find that anyways? Thought you were borrowing my computer to write your essay.“ “I was. I thought the folder titled “academic resources” might have, y’know. Academic resources.”

“What’d you want me to call it? My hentai folder?” Hyuck uses the tone he reserves for arguing with Renjun and it makes it ten times harder to hide your laugh. “I couldn’t name it anything risky. Mark would find it.” He cackles as if exposing his best friend is the funniest thing on the planet. It kind of is. “The fuckers too horny and paranoid for his own good. Refuses to look it up himself.” You raise your eyebrows and turn back to the computer, clicking through some of the thumbnails before closing the album with a wrinkled nose. “You prefer this shit to actual women?”

“Well, I mean. I don’t have an actual woman here.” You make an offended noise and he reconsiders. “Oh, I guess you count. You wanna fuck?”

Normally you’d say no, but your dedication to procrastinating your essay is astounding. Plus, you’ve fucked around with Donghyuck before. Your best friend is insufferable, yes, but he's also hot and good with his mouth. “Right now?”

“I mean, yeah. I did buy these glow in the dark condoms and I have no one to use them with. Are you busy tonight?” Hyuck opens his drawer and reveals that he does indeed have glow-in-the-dark condoms.

“I’m terrified to ask what else you’re into.” You raise your eyebrows before settling yourself on his bed, unhooking your bra and tossing it at him. His lips part and his eyes linger on the shape of your breasts through your shirt before he gathers himself.

A rather horrible wink is sent your way. “Stick around and find out.” “Ugh. No thanks.” You slide your pants off and swing one leg over to straddle him. His hands go automatically to your hips, steadying you. There’s a moment of silence where you just stare at each other before he moves a hand up to cup your jaw, thumb stroking over your cheek before pulling you forward to meet his lips.

The kiss is slow at first, unhurried as he savors the first taste of your lips, and then it grows deeper, more insatiable. His tongue slips into your mouth and his hand squeezes at your ass, encourages you to rock yourself against his lap. He lets out a depraved sound when you tug at his hair, head falling back to give you access to his neck, which you waste no time marking up. It’s satisfying to see him this wrecked, eyes heavily lidded and lips swollen from kissing, cock a pleasant hardness for you to grind on.

“Hyuck,” You moan, breaking the kiss to pant into the open air. “Fuck me.”

“S-shit, yeah.” He rushes to get undressed, ripping open the condom. The face he makes when he strokes his cock to make sure the condom is in place is one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen and it makes you clench your legs together in need, though he thankfully doesn’t see it. You frown when he walks away from you. “Hang on, I wanna see if these really do glow in the dark.” He goes to hit the light switch and you scream. “Donghyuck! I don’t want the image of your floating, glowing dick ingrained in my head!” Thankfully, he doesn’t turn the lights off. “Why would it be floating?” “Because the rest of you isn’t glowing?” You point out, screaming again when his face lights up and he cries out a ‘that’s even cooler!’ “Donghyuck! If you don’t fuck the living daylights out of me in the next 5 minutes, I’m going to pass out.” “Okay, okay, I’m coming. I mean not yet, obviously. But that’s what you’re going to be saying soon!” He joins you on the bed and you rub your forehead, suddenly regretting your decision to fuck him.

“I literally hate you.” You grumble, though your actions say differently as you easily let him slide his hands between your thighs. A soft moan leaves you when he drags the tips of his finger through your folds, putting just a little extra pressure on your clit.

Donghyuck laughs. “And yet you’re still soaking wet.”

“Shut up and fuck me.” Your words lack authority, all the oxygen in your lungs exiting in a whoosh when he sucks your arousal off of his fingers. He gives you a mock salute and then he’s settling between your legs, lining himself up at your entrance.

“Ready?” His eyes are serious and you nod, licking your lips in anticipation.The movement doesn’t escape him and his lips are on yours in the next second, a heated kiss that you moan into when he slides in you achingly slow. His cock fills you to the brim and it has your jaw going slack, your head pressing deep into the pillows as you arch into it. “Can’t believe that’s all it takes to have you drooling.” Donghyuck’s voice is meant to be teasing but you can hear how breathless he is, pride halting his moans in his throat.

You clench around him as hard as you can and he nearly collapses, a whine ripping out of his chest. “Now who’s drooling?” You bite back, laughing breathlessly. Donghyuck laughs too, but it’s humorless and there’s a dark look in his eyes.

“Still you, baby.” He whispers, face centimeters away from your own. A little bit of spit passes from his lips to yours and he smears the saliva around your lips with his thumb, smiling when you suck willingly on the digit. “So fucking hot.”

Donghyuck pulls your legs around his waist and groans as he gets that much deeper, fucking into you with slow, fluid thrusts. It feels so good, being split open on his cock like this, but it’s frustratingly slow. You can feel the drag of his cock inside of you with an amplified intensity and you can’t decide if it’s too much or not enough. It makes your head spin. “Hyuck, faster.” You moan out, raking your hand through his sweaty hair. “Fuck me faster.” He must be feeling it too because he doesn’t tease you for once in your life, simply clenching his jaw in concentration and picking up the pace until all you can hear is the sound of skin slapping on skin, your moans joining the sound in a sinful melody. Your nails dig into his back and you pull him closer, grabbing onto him for dear life. And Hyuck doesn’t falter, just keeps fucking you like it’s his job, burying his face in your neck before dipping down to kiss at your breasts. His lips wrap around one of your nipples and you cry out, arching into it. The bliss of everything he’s doing to you is overwhelming you so much that you don’t even realize you’re going to cum until you’re right there, so close you can taste it, and you nearly tear up with how tightly you scrunch your eyes closed.

Donghyuck cums mere second after you, mouth pressed hotly to your neck in an attempt to muffle his moans. You drag his lips back up to yours with one hand fisted in his hair and meet him in one of the sloppiest kisses you’ve ever had. It feels so good that you can’t bring yourself to care, whimpering softly into it when he pulls out and leaves you achingly empty. He gives you a goofy grin and all but collapses onto his side, facing you.

“You're glowing.” Donghyuck says, and it’s so sweet that it makes you go all warm and fuzzy for a moment before he ruins it. “Just like my glow in the dark condoms.” A groan leaves you and you flop away from him. “You’re never fucking me again.”