#the place where you get a smiley piercing

[tangledinink]

... the fuck you mean you've had too many teeth broski.

OH well when I was like eight I had an extra tooth that was trying to grow upwards, like, into my nose, so they had to go in and surgically remove that one. smh. it fucked up all my other teeth somehow so then i got braces immediately after. i have really good mouth genetics actually.

[museum-mind]

THE WOMAN AT THE STORE

ᯓ★ the strange, hot, customer who always buys hair dye at the convenience store you work at is interested in you..?

beep, beep, beep!

another customer, you sigh, straightening your posture as you dust off the shirt of your uniform. working at a convenience store sure was boring..

your eyes widened slightly, noticing the familiar man; he’s quite.. odd, to say the least. he wears a heavy leather jacket, and he seems to have more piercings each time he stops by to buy yet another, box of pitch black hair dye.

the first time he came in, he walked over to the counter where you were stood — shaking nervously, thinking that he was a robber — and asked in a gruff voice; “this is the darkest shade you’ve got, yeah?”

you were surprised, he had the prettiest white hair you’ve ever seen! it almost reminded you of an old friend. why would he want to dye it?

however, it wasn’t your place to inquire about his choice of hair colour, so you simply nodded and continued to live your life as you would.

he was a regular customer from then on.

he’d step inside the store, teal eyes scanning the area as his eyes land on your form. you, the woman at the cashier.

he had to admit, you were nice to look at; pretty features, and a good figure.

he didn’t even bother acknowledging you, though. instead he trudged towards the box dye section — it was muscle memory at this point.

when he finally stood in front of you at the counter, he felt today was a little different. somehow.

“hello, sir. will this be all for today?” you ask, same as every other time. your fingers are tapping at the cash register; you already know what he’s going to say.

“no, actually.” he cuts you off. “i need something else..” he’d start, peering up at you through his lashes.

you can’t hide the slightly surprised expression on your face as you nod slowly, raising an eyebrow.

“can i get your number?” he purrs, leaning over the counter as one hand digs into the pocket of his jacket.

why did he say that? he asks himself.

“oh?” you say, eyes wide. “i mean, alright— um, give me a moment.”

you’re quick to print out his receipt and pull out a pen, scribbling down your number with a small smiley face next to it.

“here.” you breathe out, looking back up at the intimidating man.

he nods in response, an unreadable expression on his face as he folds the receipt and stuffs it in his pocket.

he waves slightly, before making his way back out of the store — was it always this hot, or was summer approaching?

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part 2??

[juniperskye]

Chewing Gum

Summary: Eddie gets gum in his hair, so Steve takes him to his favorite salon to get it out. The events of season 4 did not happen.

Eddie Munson x Hair Stylist (Fem)Reader (she’s kind of sunshiny emo lol also she’s described to have colored hair, tattoos, and piercings)

Fluff

Word count: 1474

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, no use of y/n, language!, Jason Carver being an ass, half assed salon info, let me know if I missed any!

not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

Jason Carver is a dick. He treated Eddie and the boys like shit and went out of his way to make sure they knew they were “freaks”.

Eddie saw Chrissy get bumped by one of the other basketball players. They were messing around in the halls like a bunch of Neanderthals and Chrissy got struck in the crossfire. She was body checked into a locker and her books went flying.

“Here.” Eddie offered Chrissy her science book that had slid across the hall.

“Thanks Eddie.” Chrissy smiled.

Eddie nodded back to her and moved toward his homeroom, but not before Jason stormed over, purposely bumping Eddie in the process.

“Let’s go babe.” Jason said, pulling Chrissy along with him.

This had been a pretty tame reaction from Jason…or so Eddie thought. Eddie made it through homeroom and history no problem, it was when he got to lunch that all hell broke loose.

“Woahhh dude! You have gum in your hair.” Garreth said to Eddie.

“HA HA very funny Garreth.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Oh shit! Ed, man he’s not joking.” Dustin informed the older boy.

With that, Eddie reached to the back of his head and brushed his hand over his hair. As he shifted from the top of his head down towards the nape of his neck, he felt the sticky wad of chewing gum, causing his curls to tangle up.

Laughter erupted across the cafeteria, as Eddie’s gaze shifted to the disruption his eyes met Jason’s who shot him a smirk and a wink. Further proving Eddie’s theory that the asshole that was Jason Carver had, in fact, been the culprit of this incident.

“Eddie, I could call Steve, his hair guy could probably fix you right up.” Dustin offered.

“Hell no. The last thing I want to do is get help from Steve.” Eddie scoffed.

“We could just cut it out.” Mike shrugged.

“Fuck it. Call Steve.” Eddie conceded.

Dustin and Eddie made their way to the school’s payphone. Dustin was quick to dial the number and explain the whole situation to Steve once he picked up. Steve had offered to take Eddie to his hair guy, but only if Eddie asked nicely and said please…which he reluctantly choked out over the phone.

“I’ll come pick you up.” Steve told Eddie, before hanging up.

Fifteen minutes later, Steve pulled up to the school in his burgundy BMW, yelling at Eddie to “hop in”. The drive started off in an uncomfortable silence. This was the first time Eddie had hung out with Steve alone, not that they were hanging out.

“So, listen Eddie, nobody, and I mean NOBODY, knows that this is where I get my hair done and honestly I’d like to keep it that way.” Steve explained.

“Okay…you’re freaking me out. Where is this place?” Eddie said as he looked around the unfamiliar neighborhood.

“Just up here on the left.” Steve said, pulling up in front of a hair salon.

Eddie initially felt confused, he figured that Steve would go to a barber, like any other guy from school, but this actually made a lot of sense. Steve cared about his hair the way any girl would and he’s very particular about it so naturally he would go somewhere that would take better care of his hair.

As they made their way up the curb, Eddie was able to get a better look of the inside. It was painted mostly black but there were bright pops of hot pink and teal around the place. There were pink velvet couches and those smiley face daisy pillows strewn about them. There was only one employee in the place, and she was currently blow drying some girl’s hair.

Eddie’s eyes scanned the hair stylist, you were beautiful you had pink streaks in your hair, dark tattoos littering your arms and a nose ring. You took Eddie’s breath away.

“Steven Harrington you better not be back here to ask me to cut your hair shorter. You made me take so much off last time and I still haven’t gotten over it!” You shrieked.

“Would you relax! I’m not here for a haircut, I’m here with my uh, my friend.” Steve said, glancing over at Eddie.

“Hi Steve’s friend! Oh, my goodness your hair is beautiful! Please don’t tell me you want me to cut it off!”

Your theatrics were making Eddie’s heart sing. The compliment had him blushing.

“God no! I don’t want to cut my hair, that’s actually why I’m here.” Eddie exclaimed.

“He got gum stuck in his hair.” Steve replied waving him off.

“I didn’t get shit stuck in my hair. That asshole Jason Carver spit gum in my hair.” Eddie explained.

“Ugh the Carver boys are all terrors. I remember being a sophomore when Michael Carver was a senior and if he wasn’t the biggest douche bag, then I don’t know who was.” You said, shaking your head. You shifted your gaze over to where Eddie and Steve were sitting. “Wait a minute! I know you, Eddie Munson, we had freshman English together!” You said, reintroducing yourself to him.

“I knew you looked familiar!” Eddie smiled.

You told him that you’d be with him in just a minute, you wanted to get your client finished up and checked out. He watched in awe as you effortlessly sectioned and styled her hair, led her over to the register and cleaned your station quickly. He noticed you gathering a few things, which he could only assume would be for him.

“Okay come over and sit!” You gestured to your chair. As Eddie made himself comfortable you began explaining what you were going to do. “So, I am basically going to load your hair up with oil which should allow the gum to slide out. I will wash your hair after too, so you don’t leave here looking like a greasy mess. I have a reputation to uphold!”

“Okay, thanks.” Eddie said, pushing his bangs out of his eyes.

“If you want I can trim your hair too, just clean it up, make it so your bangs aren’t in your eyes so much.” You offered.

“Oh um, that would be great but I uh, I don’t have any…”

“It’s on the house Eddie. Just a favor for a friend.” You said quietly.

Eddie nodded slightly and you got to work, slipping on some gloves, and pouring the hair oil into your hands. You started working it into his hair, really targeting the areas around the chewing gum. Slowly but surely the gum started to untangle itself from Eddie’s chocolate tresses. Once the gum was completely out, you led Eddie over to the shampoo bowl and proceeded to wash his hair. You couldn’t help but smile down at the soft expression he wore on his face. His eyes had fluttered shut and you thought he truly could have been asleep the way his face was relaxed. After washing, conditioning and finally rinsing his hair, you gently grasped his shoulder.

“Eddie, you ready for me to cut your hair?”

“Huh? Oh yeah.” Eddie said, carefully getting up and heading back to your chair.

Eddie sat and you and him chatted back and forth as you trimmed his hair. You had made sure to communicate through every part of the process, which products you were using and why, the way you were cutting his hair and adding in some natural layering to help with the bulk, trimming his bangs a little shorter than he was used to so they wouldn’t be too long so quickly. You pulled out the hair dryer and attached the diffuser, explaining what it did to Eddie and letting him know that blow drying definitely isn’t necessary for him to do.

Steve couldn’t help the shit-eating grin that plastered its way on his face at the interaction playing out before him. He had never seen Eddie sit still this long or listen this intently to anyone. Steve couldn’t help but think that Eddie had better thank him for bringing him here.

“Alright Eddie you are all set.”

“Thank you so much, seriously! I really appreciate it and I don’t think my hair has ever looked or felt this good.” Eddie said, admiring your handywork.

“Of course! And by the way if you ever get gum in your hair again, peanut butter or cooking oil can get it out, it just takes a bit of work.” You explained. “But know that you can always come here, and I can help too!” You couldn’t help but mentally facepalm.

“Yeah. That sounds good! You know, I would need your number…you know to get a hold of you..” Eddie smirked.

He couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of thanks toward Jason Carver…he had brought you into his life, all with a piece of chewing gum.

[oomisluvr]

(new!) domestic sakusa strikes again!

a/n: im so in love with the idea of kiyoomi meeting ur friends!! and them all getting along!! a short drabble, roughly 600 words. this takes place in the early stages of the relationship :')

An apartment full of five drunk girls is much louder than what Kiyoomi expected, but at least he knows he’s got the right address.

Three raps on the door activate a chorus of shrieks, and a flurry of footsteps rush for the door.

It swings open with a loud smack.

It’s your friend, the one from college with the dyed hair and smiley piercing. Kiyoomi rushes to introduce himself as your boyfriend, bowing lowly as a sign of respect to one of your closest friends. He recognises her from the pictures on your Instagram.

On the way up, he realizes she left, having opened the door and ran off to do god knows what. He blinks.

Should he… come in? Is that allowed? He’s still bent at a 45 degree angle. 

He figures it’s fine, and steps inside.

Rounding the corner, he almost laughs when he sees you, crisscrossed on the living room rug, scarfing down a large McDonald’s fry like it’s your first meal in months. He sees where your friend ran off to, having joined the rest of you all in a gossiping ring. He pretends like he can’t see up your mini skirt. 

“Hi.” He grins, boyish and cute and a little bit shy. His hair is still damp from his nightly shower, wet curls bouncing in his face making him look a few years younger. He clears his throat and waves awkwardly, “I’m Kiyoomi. It’s nice to meet you all. Thank you for taking care of–”

“Ki!” You cheer, eyes lit up in excitement. You pat the spot next to you with three heavy smacks, “What are you doing here? Come sit!” 

Looking to your friend for permission to further enter her home, he kicks off his shoes and settles next to you on the rug. He kisses your forehead in greeting. You feed him a fry as thanks. Your friends coo at the interaction.

“I’m here to take you home.” He wipes a glob of ketchup from your chin. You’re gonna hear all about this tomorrow. “Ready to go?”

“Can’t I finish my food first?” You haven’t been able to stop giggling since he got here. You’re genuinely so fucking happy to see him. His Naruto themed socks make you giggle harder.

“Of course.” He confirms, adjusting the throw blanket to cover your toes, “Tell me about your night.”

“Oh my god!” Your other friend squeals, smacking the arm of the girl to her left. She’s the one that works in accounting, he thinks. You two get brunch every other Sunday, if he’s remembering correctly. “Tell him about the fucking bartender!”

All five of you double over in laughter, screaming half-finished sentences and pointing fingers at one another. Kiyoomi shakes his head in amusement, does he even want to know?

You all continue trading off stories and perspectives, and Kiyoomi feels like he’s watching a reality television show. Your nights out are much more exciting than his. At one point your friend complains about the low water pressure in her kitchen sink, to which Kiyoomi helpfully offers to replace it.

Kiyoomi’s never felt more important, giving a mini-lesson on how to change a water filter to five drunk girls. You all cheer when he flicks the tap on, the full pressure having been returned to the faucet. 

When all’s said and done, you help clean up the food containers and blankets.

“Thank you,” you whisper, fluffing a couch pillow, “For helping her. You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s no problem,” He whispers back, looking around, “Will they be okay by themselves?”

“Oh yeah,” You confirm, “We do this all the time. I’ll probably be back tomorrow morning so we can all get breakfast together.”

He hums in confirmation, “Ready to go then?”

“Yes.” You smile deviously, “But only if you carry me.”

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes, scooping up the heels you had tossed on the floor, “Fine. Only if I get to come to breakfast, too.”

kiyoomi is one of the girlies 💅💅💅

[moralesluvr]

May I request Hobie x black fem reader and Hobie just thinks that she'd look good with certain piercings (vertical labret, anti-eyebrow, nipples) (just to name a few) and just decides to pierce her himself. It's just look "I think you'd look great with a Medusa" and she's like "ya got a needle?" --🐝

triple threat ft. hobie brown

♡ pairings & aus: hobie brown x fem!black!reader (reader also has locs in this one!) ♡ summary: hobie shows you some piercings he'd think you'd rock, so why not have him pierce them on you himself? ♡ warnings: one (1) swear, blood, i think that's it? ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

"YOU WOULD LOOK BLOODY PERFECT IN THESE." Your lover says excitingly, showing you a picture of a smiley piercing on his phone. This was nearly the hundredth piercing or tattoo idea that he's shown you in the past five minutes, but you let him have his moment because he was proud of finding one's that you could match in, but that also suit you.

"Bee, you don't even have a smiley," you hummed from your position atop the kitchen counter, where you were clad in one of Hobie's big band tees and a pair of frilly white panties. You swung your feet back and forth while Hobie walked around the kitchen, looking at more pictures.

"Alright, love-- I think I have it settled," he turns to you proudly, "You would rock a smiley, a nose ring, and an eyebrow piercin', hm? What d'ya think?"

Shrugging, you reply, "I think it's good shit. Got a needle?"

Hobie gives you a sly smirk, his lack of a verbal response letting you know that he has everything he needs. He tells you that he'll be right back before disappearing into his bedroom to grab whatever items he needed.

A few minutes later, he comes back into the kitchen with all his supplies, plus a few towels and things that you could squeeze in your hand if your pain tolerance wasn't so hot. He comes up to you, his hands rubbing both of your thighs soothingly, "If you don't wanna have me pierce 'ya, we don't have to, love, I was only giving suggestions."

You shake your head. "Go ahead. I'm okay."

He grins, pulling your pretty locs back with his bejeweled hands. He grabs a piece of jewelry that looks like an upside down horseshoe and sets it on a paper towel beside you. You spread your legs so that he can get better access to you, "Alright, 'imma admit, I'm a little nervous."

"Don't be." Hobie reassures you, his left hand craning up to tuck his index finger underneath your jaw. He tilts your head open, "Open wide f'me."

You obey, opening your mouth as you were asked. Hobie lifts your top lip up carefully and rests on a spot below your nose, "Mkay, hold it right there."

While you hold your lip and squeeze your eyes shut for the anticipating pain, your boyfriend carefully places the needle where he's going to pierce you. You expect him to give you a countdown, or something, but instead he just shoots the needle through the thin flesh of your smiley. You flinch and the only reason you don't curse is because your mouth is wide open.

"I know, I know, sweetheart- but you did so good." Hobie praises, "And no blood."

You try to say something to his statement, but it just comes out airy the way your lip is nearly touching the tip of your nose. That makes Hobie chuckle as he slides the silver piece of jewelry through the needle, slipping it into your newly punctured smiley. He opens his phone and shows you it through the camera, "Smile!"

You do, and you instantly smile wider at how cute it looks. "Thank you, baby! 'S so cute...can you do my nose next?"

Hobie nods and sanitizes all the materials he used, throwing out packing from your jewelry and other random things that you didn't care to know what they were. He walked back over to you again with a sharpie, drawing a little heart on your left nostril to mark where you'd be pierced.

"This a ring or a stud?"

"Ring, it'll look nice on you." He winks, taking the needle and pressing it through your nose quickly. Besides your eyes watering, you didn't really react much. Plus, you were practically used to Hobie's lack of a countdown for you.

"Hold on, darlin', you're bleedin' a little." He remarks, pressing a cool towel to your nose to wipe off some of the blood. He then quickly slips a silver ring inside your nose and lets you look at it.

"You ate," you giggle at him, "But I'm honestly surprised that you haven't given me nerve damage with your random pierce points."

"Uh huh, I know what I'm doing."

You ignore him to try and mentally prepare for your next and final piercing. You just knew your eyebrow would hurt, and you weren't quite sure if you could handle all of the aching and pain all at once. By the time you're done getting lost in your own mind, Hobie's ready for your last piercing. He can also tell you're overthinking.

"It's gonna be okay, love," he reassures, looking at the two dots he marked on top of your right brow. He taps your skin with the needle before pushing it through the doughy flesh before you could back out. The pain shoots straight up your head, and you nearly cry out at the sensation. You bite your lip and look up while Hobie rubs your hand with his own free one, "Shh...you're okay...did 's good. All done, yeah?"

You nod, squeezing his hand as he slid one of his own pieces of jewelry in your eyebrow that he had cleaned off. He admired you for a second, cupping your cheek with his hand, "Bloody beautiful. 'Imma take a picture."

Blinking away the tears in your eyes, you post for the picture sadly, a heartbreaking smile on your face as you threw up a peace sign. Hobie gives you a neutral, thin-lipped look, "You're an idiot. Pose right."

You shrug, giving the camera a genuine smile. As he takes the picture, you murmur through your teeth,

"I'm neva' lettin' you anywhere near a needle again."

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ☻ thank you for reading!

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓🕷️: @queenesther996 //@sukunas-slutty-bitch // @c3f21

[dahliarosebud]

- Ft. Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie

• MAIN-MASTER-LIST

Warnings: nsfw, smoking

Synopsis: The boys with piercings, relationship descriptions and how you met

A/n: piercings are heavily inspired by 444jaegar on tik tok. There is also nothing canon about this 🤭🤷‍♀️

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Eren 

• Eren would have a tongue piercing and possibly an eyebrow piercing

• He buys special kind of tongue piercings

• Every time he would kiss you the cold bar would always press against your tongue making you shiver remembering how it felt against your skin only minutes before

• You’re always littered in love bites and your hips have hand marks

• Loves your thighs, constantly squeezing them, a place to rest his hand as he drives

• He loves to cuddle and would always show you off to his friends

• He likes to play with your hair while you lay on top of him while watching a movie and he lets you play with his hair or his rings on his hands

• After the first few months he lets you wear his key necklace saying, “It looks better on you anyways, come 'ere baby”

• He is overprotective always jumping in too protect you, “What did you just call her?”

• He calls you pet names like, ‘pretty girl’, ‘baby’, ‘sweetheart’

• You guys would first meet at one of Jean’s house parties where you both were very drunk. You had him wrapped around your finger the minute he saw you dancing. - The lights flashed across his face painting him in red hues, he squinted as he observed the way you mesmerisingly danced to the beat. He swallowed the warming beer in his mouth, slamming the red solo cup onto the marble counter before making his way towards you

Jean

• Jean would also have a tongue piercing also with a nose stud

• When you guys have sex he would whisper in your ear how beautiful you look underneath him 

• He always leaves you with one or two ( visible ) hickies, when his eyes catches them he smiles in pride at his ‘work’

• You always sat on his lap or when sat next to him his hands on your thigh, thumb rubbing up and down over your skin

• No body is ever able to find you two during your parties because you’re always up stairs

• Jean would let you wear his shirts, I don’t think he would wear that much jewellery

• Jean would call you, ‘Baby’, ‘Honey’, ‘My girl’

• Jean doesn’t act sweet in front of his friends however, as soon as you get to his, he is all over you, often he is laying on your stomach as you brush your fingers through his hair

• Obsessed with your hips and waist always pulls you closer by you hips and constantly had a hand pressed your waist or hip, he also moves you by putting his hand on your waist

• You guys met at one of his parties, he asked for you name after a hook up and from that moment your name swam around in is head and he knew he needed you - He lied on his back chest heavy as he tried to catch his breath. Rolling over he watched as you pulled your dress back on, he propped himself onto his elbows, “Hey, um what’s your name?” You looked over at him with a small smile. “It’s Y/n.” You said quickly, leaving before he could ask for your number, he collapsed back onto his bed smiling up at the ceiling, “Y/n,” he whispered liking the way your name tastes in his mouth.

Armin

• Armin has a septum piercing and possibly a smiley

• You think he maybe one of the prettiest people you have ever seen

• Armin is shy at first, but when you first had sex he had you whimpering his name in seconds

• The most respectable one, he always holds your hand making sure his thumb rubs up and down across the soft skin comfortingly whether it is for you or him

• You sleep with your legs wrapped around each others with his head tucked into your neck

• Armin wouldn’t leave any visible hickies on you, but one time he did and Connie called him out for it. Armin’s face burned a bright pink as he hid his face on your chest and you laughed with the rest of your friends

• Armin is just obsessed with all of you, this boy is swooning when he first saw you, he couldn’t believe his eyes

• Armin’s pet names for you, ‘beautiful’, ‘love’, ‘baby’

• You and Armin would wear matching rings, Mikasa was the first to notice asking, “Wherew did you get that ring it’s cute?” You smiled and swivelled the ring on your finger, “Armin got me it.” She just smiled and went to find Eren as you continued to stare sweetly at you ring

• You first met at college after your teacher paired you together for an assignment. - The library was dim and your table was hoarded with text books. He couldn’t even speak he had never seen some one as gorgeous as the girl sat before him, he sat there with a dopey smile as he listened to you waffle about the assignment.  “Armin are you listening?” You stared at him, head tilted slightly. “Oh um yes sorry I- uh I’m sorry,” he fumbled cheeks darkening in embarrassment, you just smiled and laughed watching the way he picked up the book and began reading out the notes he had taken earlier that day. 

Connie

• Connie would have an eyebrow piercing and an industrial piercing

• His fingers are covered in rings

• You guys got/get matching tattoos on your ribs 

• As you lay in bed you lie on top of him, his hand pressed to the small of your back as you count the freckles that dusted over his nose and spread to his cheeks

• He buys you a chain so you can hang one of his favourite rings on it

• He mainly leaves love bites across your collar bone which trail up in an array of purples

• He is obsessed with your ass and tits. He often lies his head on your boobs when he is tired or he is groping them as he fucks you, but your ass this man’s hand has a place there, when you walk past don’t expect not to have your ass slapped

• He blushes when you whisper in his ear how much you love him or how good he is

• He is vocal during sex, but he makes sure he is quiet so he can hear you

• His pet names for you are, ‘mamas’, ‘sexy’ and ‘pretty’

• You first met in the stoner den at Jean’s - He blew the smoke out, head tilted back dazed eyes staring up to the white ceiling, the colour mangled with the mingling smoke. “Hey do you have a light?” He looked to his right, head lolling lazily to the side. When he saw you his eyes widened, he sat up straighter hand reaching into his pocket fishing for the green light. He handed you the lighter body jolting with excitement as your fingers brushed over his, “Thanks,” you nodded to him, he squinted as he watched you light the spliff in between your lips, fingers reaching up after your inhale, his eyes flicked from from your eyes to your lips as you French inhaled. “Cheers,” he said eyes staring into yours ( drowning in them ) as he took his lighter back from you, “Do you wanna a drag?” you asked holding the spliff towards him with a smile the smoke from earlier drifting from between your lips as you spoke, voice hoarse from the first drag. He smiled back at you. 

[p1nkm1lkslug]

More of my head canons for my OC (Samara) :3

(They r in formal attire)

Takes care of hair,since becoming a proxy her self expression is limited so she does take control where they can (wears different clothes, changes her hairstyle)

Big on self expression,has had a fuck ton of piercings

At some point she will end up shaving her head (not exactly sure when I'll end up making this comic legit since it's hard with school and what not but hopefully I can begin planning in winter)

has a tiny toothgap, and use to have a smiley piercing but it kept falling out and was overall fucking up his mouth so they stopped

Gets overwhelmed in loud places and overall avoids people in general, she has a few she likes but still prefers solitude

She can't handle kids, but that doesn't mean she hates them, specifically Sally, I head canon that Sally overall avoids as many adult in the mansion as possible, she can tolerate SOME of the women but absolutely non of the men, Sam just kinda broke down in her room knowing a kid was stuck in this hellish home

Not really close with many in the mansion but her relationship with the creeps is more:

Jane/clockwork: civil, might go for a drink or two and exchange childhood memories drunk in the bathroom but that's it, they kinda have a very "we're in a home full of gross men, we gotta stick together" Relationship so they all just make peace

Dina/Nina: nice, she finds them sweet and overall kind compared to others, they aren't close either but Sam has no issue chatting with them, it's not everyday you get a normal conversation

Jill: estranged and one sided besties situation, Sam doesn't hate her but Jill can't read the room and girlypop can only take so much of her personal space being intruded before she gets angry (y'all are not genderbent will and jack 🗣️🙏)

Zero: "I can't tell if I wanna fuck you or rip your head off" "Both, both is good"

Anne: awkward, it's literally just "scary intj who hates men and is very violent" X "infp who is also violent and is so fucking done"

Masky: ugly hoe stfu kys 😍

Hoodie: alright relationship, bro is tryna get down and dirty and bbg just wants to be held for once 😭

Toby: do you love me because of the way I am or because you need a rebound since your ex girlfriend cheated on you with another killer ( Jane x Natalie 🔛🔝)

Jeff: your are such a sick scummy asshole, I need to know what happened to you. She feels for Jeff in the way you feel for a stray cat that is scared like "what happened that made you, you"

Ben/other gamer pastas: funny, now pass the blunt

Will: bitch I get you wanna be edgy and that you didn't have many friends but THAT IS NOT A REASON TO GO TO THE UNDERWORLD AND BECOME A KILLER (also you deserve better friends then a manipulative clown)

Ej/Dr smiley: casual conversation over doing a victims autopsy

Issac: no I'm not gonna help you track down your ex bff just cus your dead tf? (She in fact spent the next month helping Issac find jack and only at the last minute did the dumb fuck realize that she could have introduced them when her and Issac first met)

Frankie: hi, I'm Saul Goodman, did you know your have rights?, well nowhere does it say that you need to bottle up your feelings (she has heard him sobbing about amy)

LJ: I can't wait till your bitch ass looses those fuck ass acrylic nails, I'm gonna be swinging left and right mf

im so tired now-

[wyvchard]

The Guilt in Smiling

Support Agent Reginald Crane often tries to show detachment by nonchalance, by smiling.

A question from his agent caused him to question why he does that.

Content Warnings: Grief, implied drowning, hurt/comfort

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Reginald Crane is a support agent who smiled a lot in front of others, even when the smile doesn't exactly reach his eyes.

Agent Phoenix is a field agent who rarely smiled in front of others, even when their eyes sparkled with joy.

"You seem like you smile a lot, Handler Sir," Phoenix said while leaning against their chair, only to kick the ground slightly to spin around with the stuffed crane they'd asked him to buy to accompany them after their third hospital stay.

It had taken a bit of convincing (and some puppy eyes) for him to agree but it was worth it.

Reginald paused when he saw his agent's ecstatic smile for the first time, the joy in their eyes matching the shine in their eyes.

He'd seen them 'smile' before, yet it usually looks more like a smirk than the one in the hospital ward. The way their shine sparkled as soon as they wrapped the grey stuffed bird in their arms.

"Where did you get that guess, Agent?" He looked at the screen that showed his agent spinning with the crane, much to his chagrin. They liked the plushie a bit too much in his opinion.

"Wrinkles." They covered their mouth as they fought the urge to laugh, shoulders shaking badly at their imaginaiton.

"Very funny, Agent."

"But seriously, you usually smile in the photos I've seen of you. And you jest. A lot." They took a deep breath, turning to the camera they know he is looking through. "Are you happy?"

The pause was palpable, the only sound between them were the machinery in the background, a constant hum that kept the time.

"That... is a rather pointed question, Phoenix."

He grabbed the cup of tea beside him to calm his nerves. The flashes of agents who passed under his care came by briefly, freezing him in place.

"Tell me a joke. Please."

"Agent, I do not think it is an appropriate time to joke right now."

"You joke all the time, Sir. Please. Just tell me a joke."

"I suppose I should dive into my memory to think of one, Agent," he forced himself to smile as he covered his eyes within his palms. "Please do give me some time. My concentration is wavering."

"You are so bad at this, Mason," the agent laughed, slowly watching as the water level is rising in the life boat. "But, I suppose that's part of your charm. Sorry I had to be one of your earliest experiences, you budding new support agent. But I think you'll be alright."

"Dyesabel..."

"Wow, you finally got my codename right, Reg." The agent laughed, fighting the tears as death loomed ever closer. The radio between them was raised up slightly, making the voice sound more hollow than usual. "O, siya. Mag-ingat ka, ha? Mauna na ako."

Reginald glanced at the tiny seashell he was given as the static from the other line took over his mind.

"Reggie?" Phoenix finally broke the silence after an entire minute of silence passed, noticing the lack of sound from their handler's end.

Reginald refused to answer, only glancing at the tiny seashell placed beside the rock with a smiley face.

Was he happy? He's not sure anymore.

All he knew is that he finds smiles an effective shield from the grief and guilt.

It had been like that from the start.

As archived folders of those who had passed piled up in his room, as memories of agents' last moments build up walls in his mind, he kept a smile, a front to hide the tears in his eyes as he watched the flowers on their graves wilt.

Yet, the guilt thrives within his heart.

Although the Phoenix had formed a nest within his soul, their presence cannot burn away the thorns that pierced his mind.

The spiral only stopped when he felt a pair of arms behind him, coupled with whispers of apologies.

"Do you feel better, Reggie?"

He turned around to look at his agent, their eyes darting around the objects beside him.

His lips pointed up as he gave his answer.

"Thank you, Phoenix."

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@phoenix-and-found-family, I wrote angst. :33

@the-one-and-only-043, So, yeah.

[dark-ice-god]

A KariBaku prompt: Listen To Me

Because I can dawg(that was supposed to be longer judging by how I imagined it)

They have different quirks here(bc I can dawg)

@itzairiii heard karibaku is your otp, that one's for you

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Bakugou Katsuki — it's about uncontrollable destruction. About ground shaking, lightning striking through the air, blades slicing through reality and matter, destroying everything on their way. About fresh, warm blood spilling on the ground, making it slippery and sticky, about eyes matching the colour of the liquid as it gets on his face, soaking once white hair into red. It's about scars that don't heal, leaving the eternal marks on his body which are hidden under the bandages.

Bakugou Katsuki — it's about betrayal. About invisible knife that was just sharpened stabbing under the ribs, piercing the young heart again and again, about despair, about losing something you can't replace. About tons of forgotten wishes and dreams turning into ashes and disappearing in the silent abyss of nothing.

Bakugou Katsuki — it's about peace that is so much needed but never comes. It's about suffering that doesn't end. It's about hope that he himself threw away, knowing he can never take it back.

All his life is a search for a spot to rest the tired mind on.

He was blessed cursed the day he stared into the rainy sky with glassy eyes, holding his side and feeling the blood leaving his body, moveless, emotionless, almost breathless, with head empty with only the buzzling sound in his ears telling him about Death coming.

It didn't take him that day. It touched his shoulder, placed its hand on the wound, held it here and left, leaving Katsuki alone again.

It was always following him. Wrapping its arms around his head, messing with his thoughts, taking his sanity away day by day as he distanced himself from his classmates.

One one day he broke and fled. That was when the voices had finally shut up.

He was left alone again, but now he had only himself. His body. His mind.

"I heard thousands of stories about you, but never hoped to meet you."

This person who was holding an umbrella was unnaturally calm after seeing him take out the entire hero group in a matter of seconds. Their hair was matching his eyes: dark and deep.

Calming.

"You need an umbrella?"

He remained silent, the sword's blade in his hand still pulsating with dim dark purple light. They only chuckled and smiled softly.

"I'll take that as no, judging by your gaze."

They took a step forward — the blade flew up, pressing against the person's neck. They raised their hand, trying to get the sword down, but he remained still, increasing the pressure.

"Alright, I got you. Sorry."

He slowly lowered the blade to their torso, watching them step back where they were. They were, indeed, strange. All calm and smiley against the villain who was wanted dead or alive in the entire world.

"Please, listen to me."

And he suddenly felt nothing but calmness fill his mind and body as he dropped on his knee, his head hung low and the arm with a sword touching the ground. The rain stopped — they walked closer, the umbrella covering both the person and him. He saw them kneel in front of him, pushing the hair from his face aside so gently that it sent goosebumps down his spine, their fingers travelling to his neck and on his shoulder, caressing it. Then they spoke in a quiet, soothing voice:

"I have no intention to hurt you and do anything bad. How can I call you? What's your name?"

He shook his head, backing up a bit — just so little that they wouldn't have to reach out their hand for him.

"I don't remember it."

"Well, if so..." they looked to the sword he was holding, "may I call you Blade?"

Blade?..

...Sounds not so bad.

New-named Blade nodded as the person finally revealed theirselves too:

"My name is Kariage, but you can refer to me as Kafka, if you like that more."

Blade nodded again. The sword dissipated, and Kafka took his hand, rubbing the palm softly. The umbrella seemed to levitate on its own as he carefully pulled Blade closer, ruffling the once spiky, now only a little bit curly, hair and rubbling soothing circles into his shoulders.

And for the first time in years Blade let his guard down, closing his eyes and allowing Kafka to pull him into a warm, safe hug, relaxing against another man's shoulder. For a moment he waited for Kafka to push him away and wake up in the middle of the rain, but that didn't seem to end. Kariage's palms were taking the pain away and-

— giving him the peace he was looking for.

Yes, maybe he could become addicted, but if that is the price for that — yes, he would sacrifice himself for it.

And if Death wants to mess his life up again — well, Blade will see it try.

[latinapoetbts]

New Year's Eve [Part 2] - KTH - Y/N [Latina] | mini-series

Summary : * Smut, 18 + Y/N and Tae Hyung are old friends. You have been in love with him since you first laid eye on him in middle school. Keeping a friendship and controlling your feelings for him had been hard. It had been four years since you had last seen him and now you are visiting your home town for the New Year's holidays. Find out what happens between the two of you once you see each other again.

Part 2| Part 1| Part 3

PART 2: It was 3 days until New Years Eve and 2 day until Tae’s birthday. You wondered what his birthday plans where? Your mind was running wild. Did he have a girlfriend that he would be spending time with that night. Would she be there at the party? You remember what happened last time. Your 3 am drunk confession of how you were in love with him since middle school but needed to move away so you could get over him. You're begging him to tell you that he would never see you more than a friend, yet he wouldn’t say it. The months he would call you daily telling you how much he misses you and how much he took you for granted. How you were the only girl that he ever let see the real him, how no other girl had been so close. The offer to buy you a flight home because he was desperate to see you. Only for the sweet calls and texts to fade because he started dating someone. The grand act he put on when you returned two years after graduation, angry that you did not tell him you were there because he claimed he wanted to see you. No, not this time, you would not be this naive. No matter how deeply his gaze pierces you or how his boxy smiley made you feel weak in the knees. You would not allow yourself to be humiliated and broken again. You decided it was time to get out of bed. You made plans for the next two days with Jay and other friends. You went out doing a few touristy activities with friends and eating out together. 

Day two, the day of Tae Hyungs birthday you went shopping with friends, you picked out a party dress that Jay felt hugged you in all the right places. It was a red halter topped tube dress, with high calve red boots with high heels. You told her your going to need to pre-game to feel confident in that dress because it was something you had never worn before. While out shopping you sent Tae Hyung a birthday text, you felt bad if you did not and being honest with yourself, you wanted to tell him happy birthday. You even picked out a gift for him, a light purple button down designer dress shirt. You hopped it did not imply desperation. You had wanted to wish him happy birthday first thing in the morning but you told yourself to wait because again you did not want to seem desperate. Several hours had gone by before you had received a reply from him. 

“Hey, y/n. Sorry for the late response I just woke up. I partied a little too hard with friends for my birthday last night.” You were slightly jealous that he had not invited you out with him for his birthday but you tried to tell youself it was better that way. You waited to think about what to text in response. 

“Oh, sounds like you had a great time for your birthday. I am glad you did. I’ll let you catch up on whatever you need to do, just wanted to wish you happy birthday”. You respond followed by a smile emoji. 

“Thank you that means a lot to me coming from you and it was not as fun as it could've been because a certain someone was  keeping my mind busy, someone I wish was there with me.” You felt yourself blush. It was corny but sweet. You were losing the battle between you mind and your longing heart. You decided it was best not to respond which was incredibly difficult. Your phone vibrated indicating a few more messages had come in. You looked and saw that Tae Hyung has sent you a few more text messages. You contemplated whether you should open them or not but your curiosity got the best of you. You open the text and melted at what you saw. It was a picture from Tae Hyung laying in bed winking at you followed by a second picture of him pouting. You literally felt as if you would combust with his cuteness. This was a side of Tae Hyung you had seldom seen growing up. You fingers were as impulse as your heart, you want to reply but your rational brain told you not too. You were very curious about his intentions. Why all of sudden after years and years now he was being cute with you again. You did not want your heart to go through what it did the last time he treated you sweetly. Be strong you told yourself. 

You got ready for the day and spent the rest of you time with Jay and other friends. In the evening time Jay asked about Tae Hyung. 

“So y/n you have not said much about Tae, has he been texting you?” You were reluctant to respond to her, she was your best friend and you did not want to lie but you also felt too vulnerable to let her in. 

“Y/n? I know your holding back, just let it out. What’s been going on?” you let on a sigh.

“Yes, he texted me and sent me a few cute pictures. That are driving me mad with how sweet and cute he is, I just feel scared.” You look up to face Jay.

“He has gotten my hopes up too many times, I can not handle another one and I just want to move on from him. Jay. I’m fuck I have been in love with him for 9 years, and anytime any decent guy wants to date me I just wont let them in because Tae has that strong of a fucking grip on me.  This is the year I break free of him, and I feel like this interaction I’m having with him is setting me back.” She places her hand over yours.

“Tell him that when you see him tomorrow night, just tell him. You have nothing to lose you are leaving the next day. Tell him this is the end for you. Who cares what he thinks or says this will be for you.” You smile and nod squeezing her hand as a means to thank her for the comfort she offers.

“Thank Jay, I will. I’m going to have to really get pretty drunk for this” You laughed. You both fall asleep watching romcoms. After sleeping in and waking up on New Year’s Eve and having a late,  late lunch you both start to get ready. You had avoided looking at Tae messages but saw there were about 7 new messages.

Text: “Hey, did you not like my pictures? I thought you would laugh or smile.” 

Text: “What are you doing? Are you having fun? I hope you are, I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. I’m looking forward to it. I hope you are too.

Text: “I’m bored. What kind of drinks do you want me to buy for tomorrow? Tell me, I’ll have in stock anything you want. Oh and what kind of food?”

Text: “hello? Ok you're either super busy, been kidnapped, or avoiding me. I hope it’s not the last 2.

Text: Picture;: “I’m sad faced without you”

Text: ……?

Text: “Y/N, you are still coming tomorrow right? Or your too scared? Thinking emoji

Your face lite up with a smile reading all his messages. You were surprised with how much attention he was giving you. You respond playfully to him. But kept your heart guarded. You felt bitter sweet emotions inside of you. Sweet feelings because this is how you always wanted him to be towards you. Sweet, playful enduring like there was something more between the two of you. Yet you felt bitter because all the pain, longing and rejection you had experienced over the past 10 years. Of course it was not all bad, he was your best friend all throughout middle school and high school. You guys were inseparable, and when you weren't hangin out together you would talk on the phone until one of you would fall asleep nearly every day. Even one of his long term girl friends in high school commented after they had broken up that you were all he ever talked about. You let out a sigh and replied to him.

Text: “Tae damn calm down. Since when did you become so clingy and adorable. This is out of character, now I’m even more suspicious of you (thinking emoji). What are you buttering me up for?” 

Text: “First of all Y/N, I have always been charming, lest you forget and clingy? Ah you hurt me, would you rather me not text you at? Besides, it's not everyday that I have you here with me in the same city, I guess I’m really excited.” 

Your heart flutters at his words yet your mind tells you to proceed with caution. 

Text: “Excited? Is that what we are calling it now. LoL. Well it has been a long time hasn’t it. I like Tequila and Whisky, and amaretto sours, and for food, anything is fine. I’m start getting ready I’ll see you soon.” 

Text: “Ok I can’t wait, (smile emoji)” 

You started getting ready with Jay and spent time thinking about how you would start the conversation with Tae. You thought about what you wanted to say and what was your true hopes and desires. I felt a little pathetic that you never even dated but you were so in love with him and ever after all these years. ‘I’m going to need liquid courage’, you thought to yourself. You did not want to get drunk necessarily but you want to be honest and bold so that you could move on. After getting dressed, hair fixed up and make up both you and Jay took a look in the mirror. You have been nursing your second glass of wine but felt confident as you gave yourself a once over in the full length mirror and you high heel red boots. Jay was right this red satin tube body con dress was hugging you in all the right places. The back of the dress had a sexy triangle backless cut. You had never wore a dress like this but you felt confident. You hair framed you face beautifully. You grabbed you clutch the drinks and sides you both were bringing and headed to the Uber. 

You and JAy arrived a little after 8 pm and rode the elevator giggling slightly buzzed from the wine.

“Y/n I hope Tae invited some of his hot friends” You laughed with Jay. Still felt slightly nervous but the wine had really helped. You arrive outside his door. He had already text early asking when we would be arriving, so you decided to text him to let him know you both were outside his door. You were just about to knock on his door when the door opened. His eyes shone brightly as he flashed you his sweet ginuwine boxy smile. Your heart started to flutter, he looked absolutely gorgeous. You smiled in return. He noticed that you hands were full and started to help you and Jay and invited you both in. From the quick walk through you saw that his apartment was quite large, you followed him to the kitchen. There was a small partition separating the kitchen from the living room the music was vibrate mix with the voices of  more guests that you had imagined. He turned to face you took your full figure in, he did not hid his slow roaming eyes visually taking in every inch of you. You instantly felt embarrassed and felt like you outfit was too much. You rubbed the back of your neck slouching slightly in nervousness.

“Uh.. ya, I know this dress is not really me, Jay picked it out” You confess as you bite you bottom lip. 

“No y/n thats not what I was thinking at all, you look...you look..fucking amazing, I mean beautiful...stunning…” You felt yourself blush.

“Thanks Tae Hyung” You respond to your voice not sounding as confident as before. His gaze was unnerving and you felt like you were unraveling undearth him. 

“Could you make me a drink?” You ask shly. 

“Of course, Amoretto sour?” He says his eyes neverly leaving your face.  You nod yes.

“Y/N I’m really glad you came, you had me thinking you were going to bale.” A smile on his lips. He hands you the drink, you chugg nearly all of it. He laughs as he works on another one for you.

“Wow, you must be very thirsty?”. You felt the heat rise in you as he licked his lips after stating how thirsty you were, if he only knew how thirsty he really makes you. You smile and nod yes. You start working on the second drink much slower. He reaches for a bag with his name on it.

“Is this for me?” You nod again.

“Ya, its not much but I just wanted to get you something for your birthday since I have not been around on your birthday for 6 years or so.” He smiles at you so affectionately as he nears you arms open for an embrace.

“Thank you, you did not have to do that,'' he says as his arms envelope you. His chin resting on the top of your head, his scent intoxicating and the heat from his hands as he placed them on the exposed skin on your back nearly had you feral. You were not sure whether you were going to be able to talk with him tonight because you body was wanting to talk between the sheets. You blushed as your mind imagined being with him in his bedroom. 

“It’s was nothing” you say as his hug lingers longer. 

“How about a tour of my apartment first and then can I open it?” He lets you go and you nearly release a gasp from the loss of his warmth. You wondered if you were having any effect on him at all the way he was affecting you. 

“Yes, that sounds great”. You suddenly felt bad that you had no idea where Jay was but you were sure she was thrilled how quickly Tae and you were getting time to be alone. He showed you his three bedroom apartment with two baths and ended the tour at his bedroom. He grabs your hand and opens his door leading to his bedroom. 

“So this is the best place in the apartment my room,” You were not sure what kind of face he was making because you could not even look at him, you were burning with nervousness and desire just being in his room alone with him. You clutched to your drink as he released you hand and place the gift on the bed.

“You look nervous y/n” he says as you let your eyes meet his gaze. 

[gayf1hoe]

Part 7

I turn over and can see a ray of light piercing through the gap in the curtains and whining at the discomfort before getting up. I decided to actually make an effort today as I'm going to spend it with Charles. I quickly hop in the shower, brush my teeth and do my skin care before turning my attention to the mess that is my wardrobe. After shifting everything around I finally found a white button up shirt and a pair of shorts and decided that they are a good match for the summer's day in Monaco. I sigh to myself "When people say F1 drivers are rich and have great fashion I would love for them to look at my closet".

I quickly head downstairs when I'm greeted by a smiley Danny Ric, “What's gotten into you” I say as he stands in front of me smiling ear to ear. “Nothing much, so are you doing anything fun today?”, as I pour myself some juice I say “Yep I'm going to The Nouveau Musée National de Monaco… with Charles”. As I begin to move away Danny follows me asking more questions like “So what can you see there? Is it a nice place? What are you going to do after?” He continues this for another 2 minutes before I say “Danny, is there something you want to ask me?” I can see him contemplating something and then he asks “Why are you going with Charles?”, “Erm because I thought it would be a nice thing to do to get to know each other”. After I give him this answer he presses on “so it's not a date?”, “I laugh, “do you honestly think I would take someone on a date to a museum, do you think I'm that boring?” He forcefully laughs at my response and spends the whole time chatting with me whilst the other drivers are on the other table watching how many grapes Lando can fit in his mouth.

I sit at the table with Zhou and Lance who are the only ‘normal ones' not participating in the grape talent show. As I sit down Lance greets me “Hey M/N” we haven't spoken yet but I have heard nothing but good things about him, I know he has this persona of being a bad driver and that he's only in F1 because of his dad, whilst it's undeniable his dad does play some role in him being part of the Aston Martin team no amount of money will get a driver this far they have to have some talent and if Lance wasn't serious and passionate about F1 he would of left already because no one would stand the amount of hate he gets. We spend time talking about Silverstone where Lance picked up P5 and Zhou P9.

Lance is incredibly over excited about my win, more than me if truth to be told, Lance is like me an introvert which helps me get along with him. Whilst he is evidently an introvert, I am not and people often confuse me for being extroverted when the truth is I'm just comfortable around certain people.

As it approaches 9 I head to the lobby and see Charles standing behind one of the marble pillars so I decide to seek up behind him and scare him but he turns around and says “there is a mirror on the opposite wall you idiot” we share a laugh and an awkward silence of staring into eachothers eyes before I break the silence and say “so shall we head to the museum I can drive, the team have provided me with a car”, “hmm me in a Mercedes will we even make it there” he says whilst laughing “hey you drive for ferrari don't you have a therapist because of them” he jovially hits me round the back of the head before signalling towards the door. As we leave Danny walks past and shouts “Have fun” whilst winking, Chalres sighs “dickhead” as we are walking down the steps of the hotel exit. We walk round to the parking lot and sit in the Mercedes-Benz A-Class and Charles says “They actually trust you with a car this expensive”, “of course they do I'm their best driver but don't tell George or Lewis” as I am driving down the streets of Monaco the sound of the radio is barely audible so I break the silence by asking “so what's it like to be home?”,

“You know it's quite nice, you know sometimes I don't realise how much I miss this place and my family and I'm sure you're aware of what it's like to be away from your family. You will be pleased to know that when I got home Arthur did shout at me for pushing you of the track, my brother is literally your biggest fan so at the Grand Prix on Saturday expect to see him following you around like a lost puppy”

I laugh at his last sentence “aww I love Arthur so much he has so much talent and potential” he looks at me in disbelief and like I have just offered him “you don't like him more than me though?”, I suck the air through my teeth. “Well Arthur is a bit more comedic.” He hyperbolically gasps like a child and threatens to leave if I don't say he is better than Arthur so I concur and agree he is the better brother.

As we arrive at the museum I pay for the tickets and the first place we go to is the “Historical Literature” section and Charles whines “ of all the places you could go to first you pick the most boring one”. One thing about me is that I am a massive bookworm and love reading as a form of relaxation so being able to look at books and artefacts from history is like a dream aside from racing.

We spend about half an hour in this room looking at every single thing on display and reading the information screens before Charles drags me to the fossil exhibit and he acts like an excitable child making me take photos of him next to each and every fossil and then when we reach the ancient dinosaur exhibit there is one of those things for you to put your heads in they makes you look like a dinosaur (which is meant for children), Charles makes some poor worker take a photo of us I can tell she's loving my reluctance and Chalres’ enthusiasm.

After embarrassing me I make Charles go into the Art Gallery which makes him extremely bored, he's constantly checking his watch so to make it more interesting I sign us up for the art class where we have to draw a bowl of fruit, we spend 45 minutes and my final piece sort of resembles the bowel of fruit however it is no De Vinci, however Charles being the child he is drew a Banana and two apples that are in a position that represent a certain male external organ. He falls to the floor erupting into uncontrollable laughter and everyone is now looking at him, more than likely judging how this man in his 20s is actually in his 20s.

We decide that we have had enough of the museum so decide to head to the local family owned restaurant where Charles knows the owners well. When we arrive we are greeted with the scent of freshly baked goods and an owner who is overly excited to see Charles “Ah Charles my son, you are back as always, table for two” the owner inquires “it's great to see you too, yes table for two” he leads us to a table on the veranda that overlooks a field which has a small lake on it. As we order food I see Charles looking at me the whole time and when it comes to ordering he states his order first “Chicken Caesar Salad please” I smile and say “ i'll have the same too please” we spend ages just talking about life and how it's been recently and we are laughing away at embarrassing childhood stories like the time I was on a karting track in the Netherlands at the age of 7 and was throwing a tantrum and out of anger I threw my water bottle which ended up hitting someone but not anyone …. Jos Verstappen…. It's now become common knowledge that Jos has never forgiven me but now I have come to realise what he's like, my only regret is that it wasn't metal.

But then Charles changes the tone of the conversation, “Hey M/N I need to talk to you about something serious” I can tell he is nervous so I quietly say “sure I'm all ears”, he then asks me “How did you know you were gay?” This question is one I get asked often but it never gets any easier to answer “I don't know around 11 I realised that I started to find men attractive and women just didn't appeal to me and I put the thought off until I was about 14 not wanting to be gay and wanting to be ‘normal' but I realised that gay is normal and I shouldn't be ashamed of who I am and I came to the terms with the fact women can be pretty but I just don't find them attractive” he nods in acknowledgement.

He then asks “What was it like being the first openly gay F1 driver I know Mike Beuttler was rumoured to be gay but you are the first open one” I question where all this has come from but I answer regardless “well I suppose it was scary at first I was absolutely scared of rejection, abuse and people treating me differently but then I guess I learnt to not care what people say or think about me I made it clear that my sexuality doesn't affect who or how I race and it's not an important part of my career but rather a small piece that makes me unique, and being the first openly gay F1 driver I got to learn the art of insulting Journalists from the best in the business Kimi Räikkönen”.

I can see him taking it all in and not wanting to be too intrusive I ask “why do you ask?” He signs and puts his head in his hands before looking me in the eye and says “I think…. I think I might be gay” he says with tears forming in the corner of his eyes, I freeze in silence I've never been in this situation before I have no gay friends and it's normally me who's coming out, I quickly snap out of it and side hug Charles and say “No matter what you are I will always support you, your family, friends, team, fans will always be here to support you. You never have to feel rushed to identify yourself with a label” he looks at me a smiles and says “thanks M/N you're a great friend”

We spend the next 2 hours just talking about what being gay is like, what it means ‘to be gay’ and how Charles can come to terms with himself.

It's now early evening and the restaurant starts to fill up with evening reservations, so I decide to take Charles somewhere quiet, I park alongside the road and take him down a narrow path that I remember from my childhood of visiting Monaco we follow the path and it leads to an open beach with the incandescent sun slowly setting, the sea lapping on to the golden, fine sand we take a seat on the jagged rocks that provide a retreat from the tide that gets closer and closer.

We sit for a while before Charles leans on my shoulder and I begin to speak

“I know we have made up, but I want you to know that when we first met I never intended to piss you off or get on your bad side, however I'm glad I did otherwise I don't think we would be this close right now, you know whatever you decide I will always support you and be here for you and as my mum would say “life isn't a destination it's a journey and sometimes you will have to take the hard road to get to where you want to be” and I want you to know I will help you get to that destination wherever and however far it may be”.

By now Charles is crying into my shoulder I can feel the dampness seeping through onto my bare skin. I pull his face up and wipe his tears with my team jumper sleeve and wrap it around him, however Chalres being Charles says “I can't believe I'm wearing a Mercedes team jumper ” we both break out in laughter.

We spend the next hour alone staring into the abyss, talking here and there but no full conversations. By now it's 9 pm and it's almost dark so I decide to take Charles back to his house and I walk him to his door as he is inside he looks at me and says “thank you for today I really enjoyed it'', “no problem” I smile before I turn around he cups my face, leans in and kisses me, I don't even contemplate it before kissing him back we stay like this for the next minute what feels like an eternity of joy, as we both pull away we smile looking intently into each other's eyes before he says “that felt amazing”, “yeah it really did” I respond out of breath. He smiles and says “good night” I reply with a “good night” before heading back to my car and driving to the hotel.

As I arrive back at the hotel I am met by Danny, I'm starting to feel like this man has a tracker on me “so how was your day?” he asks “good” I reply bluntly, “so where did you go?” he asks super inquisitively “the museum like I said this morning” I reply, “You must have gone somewhere else you left at 9 this morning and it's now 10 so you're telling me you spent 13 hours at a museum”, this man looks so pleased with himself, “well no we went for food and went to the beach for a while, now I'm going to bed because my energy is depleted, good night Danny” I walk off before he can ask another question and I hear him shout “NIGHT M/N”.

“That man” I sigh whilst reaching my room. I walk in and instantly crash on my bed, replaying the kiss over and over in my mind. When I get a text.

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Mick: Hey M/N just landed in Nice and I am about to hop in a taxi to Monaco, can't wait to see you at Quali tomorrow!

[lemondoddle]

Every time I learn something new about this show I get so upset WE COULD'VE HAD EMO OREL??????

[I.D. two photos of pencil drawings of moral orel characters. The first image features orel with dyed bangs, piercings, eyeliner and edgy clothes crossing his arms and looking to the side with an insecure expression. bloberta and clay puppington stand dumbfounded behind him, bloberta's hands up to her mouth and clay's up to the sides and frozen in place. Stephanie stands next to them with her hands clasped together and a tearfully proud look on her face. The second image is reverend putty with his hands on his hips asking Stephanie "and you have 'no idea' where orel got his hands on piercings?" Stephanie pretends to scratch her chin and answers "not a clue (smiley face)". End I.D.]

[chris-continues]

College au Wolfwood HC’s <3

I thought the guy needed some love! I’ve mainly written Nai hcs and Vash hcs but I’ve had some thoughts brewing of this guy :)

I was making this before I read @macncherries character study on Vash and Wolfwood and he definitely inspired some of this!

I definitely plan to expand on this but I wanted to start with headcanons before delving into drabbles and whatnot lol

-He has a mullet that’s not that taken care of. His hair is always messy dude

-hates constricting shirts. Tight collars make him go insane, he feels like he can’t breathe

-^^he does love loose turtlenecks more. He feels a little fancy, y’know? :>

-he’ll buy mints in bulk because he can’t smoke in class so he has some big ass gallon sized ziplock bag halfway full of mints where he fishes one out and eats it

-it’s a bit where he’ll have unwrapped ones and offer it like it’s a drug to Meryl LMAO

-he likes the feeling of loose linen colorful button ups. Vibrant orange looks wonderful against him, half of the top unbuttoned

-he’s paying off a motorcycle he got. Expensive? Yeah. But he like needed it. So…

-He’s got a used Nissan he’s also still paying off. He gives me Nissan vibes. Like think 2014 Nissan that’s somehow still working with a bit of dust on the dash and a makeshift ashtray in the center console + gum + mint wrappers randomly tossed in there.

-met Vash via Milly and Meryl (they wanted to form a study group and he was having a mini competition w Meryl over who’d get the highest test score on smth—-> became friends w Vash and reader who are very smart lol)

-when Wolfwood wasn’t presenting as masc as he is now (pre transition to mid transition) he wore his pants low on his waist like guys in the 90’s (reference that one scene in Clueless LMAO) with a part of his ass hanging out- made him feel more masc in a time where it was harder for him.

-he likes honking when he drives. Vash called him a goose because he honks so mf much

-he’s got several piercings, he wants to get an eyebrow one perhaps? He has several ones for his ears (he feels really cool with them + when he feels femme he gets a bunch in bulk via Amazon or his usual place if he’s feeling fancy)

-Claims he doesn’t need retail therapy, stares into shop windows a bit too long. Man has a will of steel.

-He hates studying. But he does it anyway. While Meryl makes flash cards he’ll make the dumbest puns and memory hints with Vash (that make Milly laugh and Meryl annoyed to no end claiming they don’t help) (they actually do help)

-He has all caps handwriting- it’s kinda cool.

^^he does the random little big lines through his H’s because he thinks they’re cool

-a lot of the quirks he has are because he saw it in a movie and integrated it into his mind- having little flairs and things that scream him

-he uses sharpie to color his nails black when he’s bored (Vash uses Meryl’s gel pens to doodle on his hands) (they’re doodle bros)

Ok so outfit pics

IMO he totally likes a more subdued grungy vibe but still harbors a love for vibrant button ups

Referencing to the photo w the denim jacket? He def has 1-2 denim jackets he sticks to for comfort and I think one day when he’s feeling especially wacky he’ll go crazy with it and start using bleach or puffy paint on the sleeves. He felt it was lacking. Perhaps the fangs on the back, perhaps the punisher drawn on the back, etc. He let Vash draw little stars on the shoulders and tiny smiley faces :)

For the second two next to the denim jacket one I feel like he’d get tshirts for the sole purpose of making them tank tops. He likes to show off his armpit hair sometimes, it’s gender affirming for him, and plus he gets hot out very easily. (Why do you think his shirt is always unbuttoned?? Because he’s a whore??) yes

But patchwork button ups and colorful shirts like that are very cool and I think he’d like those on occasion.

-He likes classic rock like idfk Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, along w other artists and alt genres. The guy has taste, give him respect

-he def has like 2 pairs of shoes and doesn’t switch them. Like Birkenstocks he found at the thrift that are lowk falling apart and these boots he found half off (also at the thrift) that are also falling apart from overuse

-I feel like he’d accidentally dress like grungy Adam Sandler in the summer LMAO

-the dude always has tension headaches and it’s either from the constant smoking, the withdrawal of smoking because he can’t smoke in class, or the immense amount of stress he feels

-He acts as chauffeur for the ladies and Vash because he claims Meryl’s music taste is mid and Vash at the wheel is a nightmare

-(both him and Vash are gentlemen in their own way for the girlfriends Milly and Meryl. Guard dogs fr. I love this dynamic hehe)

I plan to do more for Meryl and Milly and add onto this because as I write more thoughts about college au Trigun flood my brain and I need to get them out ty for ur time I hope you have a great day ALSO PLS COMMENT OR REBLOG UR THOUGHTS or feel free to dm me I would love to share the brainrot with everyone! :D

[kpop-addict25]

Heroes Come to Live in the Real World (Part One)

Wow, this is actually one of my last posts for this year!

Living in a house with your friends is amazing experience. It’s never boring and I have always loved to have my friends close to me. We rented this house as soon as we finished high school and we couldn’t be happier to stick together. Well it can get hard at times of course. Especially when the house has only one bathroom.

“Come on, Axel! I need to use the bathroom!” I yelled while knocking on the door loudly.

“Just wait a few more minutes." My friend yelled back.

Axel is one of those people that like playing games on their phone while he takes a you know… I have known him since I was little and he is one of my closest friends. I really cherish our friendship but he can be too much sometimes.

"But I really have to pee." I groaned holding it in.

"Just give up bro." My sister says as she walked past me. "He won't come out until he finishes his level."

Her name is also Jesse but prefers to be called Jessica. She is the only person I can trust my whole life besides me and I can count on her for anything. Even though she also can be too much sometimes. Like in this situation.

“I haven’t asked for your opinion!” I yelled at her.

Soon enough Axel left the bathroom and I immediately rushed in. It’s always so good to let go off the pressure. I washed my hands and headed to the kitchen where Axel and my sister were at the table while my other friend Olivia made breakfast.

“Oh good morning Jesse.” Olivia greeted flipping a pancake.

Olivia is another one of my childhood friends. I met her because she was with Axel and since then the four of us became best friends. She is the smart one in our group and also an amazing cook.

"Morning Liv, I see it’s your turn to cook today.” I joined the others at the table.

“Yeah and I decided to start the day with people’s favourite thing for breakfast.” She put a full plate of pancakes on the table and Axel started gobbling them almost immediately.

“Axel!” Olivia exclaimed while the rest of us laughed.

“What’s with all the commotion this early in the morning?” Petra, another one of our friends came in joining us at the table.

She is like super cool! She has a motorcycle, she has tattoos and a piercing on her bellybutton. Like, this is soo hot. We recently met Petra and we don’t know much about her. She just moved on from Texas and lives in the house next to us with another friend of ours. She often comes for sleepovers here and this particular morning she is at breakfast with us.

“Um Petra, it’s like 10 in the morning. It’s not early at all.” I pointed out making her glare at me. I sheepishly smile at her.

Yeah, she can get scary sometimes…

"Anyway, what are we having for breakfast?" She asked.

"Pancakes." Axel answers his mouth full of the mentioned breakfast.

"Eh, I will pass." Petra shrugged and turned to me. "Can you please make me a cup of coffee? I am still high from the party last night."

“Anything for you my friend.” I started making her coffee with one sugar cube. Like how she loves it! When I was done I gave her the cup.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about yesterday.” My sister laughed. “It was so funny how we threw eggs on mr. Smileys house.”

Mr. Smiley is our neighbour but don’t get confused by the name. He is such an old grumpy man and hates us for some reason. Probably because we are way too loud most of the time.

“It was priceless!” Axel joined in the laughter. “Then he started to chase us.”

“He even managed to hit Jesse with his walking stick.” Olivia joined in bursting with laughter too.

“For an old man he can run pretty fast.” I say while rubbing the place on my head where mr. Smiley had hit me. Yeah, it still hurts.

“He probably dislikes us even more now.” Petra shook her head in amusement. She finished her coffee and stood up. “It was fun guys but I am going home. Lukas is probably wondering why I am taking so long.”

Yeah, last but not least we have the dorky Lukas in our friendship circle. He comes all the way from Seoul, South Korea which is like on the other side of the world. But don’t get confused by his looks, he is not fully Korean. Yet, girls go crazy about him because they think of him as one of those handsome korean actors/singers or whatever. We don’t know much about him yet but he is a good friend so far.

“Bye Petra, make sure to tell him all the fun that he missed.” My sister say as she ate her pancakes.

“You bet I will!” Petra then leaves and we continue on with our breakfast.

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 1: Dream Cocoon

Narrated by no one.

Narrator: The piano melody, entwined with obscure rays of light, echoes in the dark auditorium like a soft murmur, like dim moonlight pouring down from the sky.

Narrator: It takes three steps to climb up the stage, yet Ashley feels like she were floating in the ocean, stepping on ephemeral chords. She closes her eyes and inhales, like a whale surfacing for a breath.

Narrator: This is her last day in the chapel. Strange's friends are sitting offstage, surrounded by the chapel kids.

Narrator: Cersei's cheeks and witch's robe are painted with blessings and charms. Prince is holding a bouquet of roses, anticipation in his bright blue eyes.

Narrator: The robot stretches out its robotic arm and makes a finger heart. The bearded princess has her hands clasped in front of her chest, praying in a soft voice.

Narrator: Ashley quirks her lips, hoping that her wan smile doesn't look too bad to her friends.

Narrator: Suddenly, the light fades. The musical notes are still flowing, but time seems to have stopped.

Ashley: Why...?

Narrator: Her confused question echoes in the empty hall. This is not the answer she wants. Would someone please tell her what to do?

??: Ashley...

Narrator: From the depths of her memories comes the familiar voice of an old man. The voice slowly gains clarity, reminding her of calloused hands stroking her hair.

Old Hendrill: Ashley, sing it again, won't you?

Ashley: Did I sing it wrong?

Narrator: Ashley turns around to see the girl who taught her to sing.

Narrator: The girl is sitting on the piano bench. She removes her veil, the one Ashley gave to her, revealing bright, smiley eyes.

Narrator: Her eyes speak of hillside breezes, blooming flowers, and Ashley's songs. Though blind, the girl sees beauty that many others do not.

Narrator: She nods and presses a few piano keys, inviting Ashley to sing along.

Girl: Imagine that you are climbing stairs, step by step. Do... Re... Mi...

Ashley: Do... Re... Mi...

Girl: Perfect. Try again.

Narrator: The girl continues to play the piano. She closes her unseeing eyes and concentrates on Ashley's melodic voice.

Narrator: They sing together, taking turns, as if they were walking up a staircase, hand in hand.

Girl: Do...

Narrator: The keys are plonked down heavily all of a sudden, and then the piano disappears, along with the girl. Ashley looks around in a panic, like she had just stepped off a ledge.

Narrator: After a moment of dead silence, loud shouting comes from all directions.

??: Mommy! She's so ugly! A monster! I'm scared! Get her away! Get her away from me!

Narrator: Paisley, baring her sharp claws and fangs, pounces onto Ashley. A piercing scream cracks her delicate makeup, revealing the hideousness under the mask.

Narrator: Ashley reflexively recoils, curling her frail body into a tiny ball.

Narrator: She covers her ears, but the noise becomes louder, piercing through her like sharp arrows.

??: Hideous... arsonist... uncivilized... Have you seen her face?

Narrator: The voice slams into Ashley like a wave of boiling water. Despair burns through her soul like a raging fire. Will she disappear once again?

Envoy: Get out!

Narrator: The envoy in her memories enters through the door. His form glows divinely, yet his face is twisted. He continues shouting those cruel words, sentencing Ashley to banishment.

Narrator: She flees, running through the winding corridors surrounded by towering high walls, corridors where there is no exit...

Choose either "Wake up!" or "What is this place?"

If "wake," ...

You: Wake up, Ashley!

Ashley: Is this a nightmare? I must get out of here quickly!

If "where," ...

You: Ashley, where on earth are you?

Ashley: I don't know! I don't want to go back to the chapel again!

Ashley: Ahh!

--

Narrator: Ashley's eyes fly open. She is immediately dazzled by the brightly-lit hall in front of her.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

[scotianostra]

Happy 52nd Birthday to the beautiful Gail Porter born in Edinburgh March 23rd 1971.

Porter attended Portobello High School and was always studious while in school, Gail was even considered a snob because her head was always in the books. With excellent grades and ambition, Gail went on to study media in Film School.

After graduation, Gail was hired as a runner for a Video Production Company, where she was treated like just another number. She was put to work in menial jobs such as making coffee and providing food, to cleaning the office.

After working as coffee maker and office scrubber for 4 years, Gail finally produced her own show reel, which consisted of interviews with random people on the streets of Edinburgh. This eventually led to her work in children’s television,although failing to land a job on Blue Peter she got by presenting cartoons on TV, which led to her Fully Booked a Scottish produced show previously hosted by Zoe Ball and another Edinburgh presenter Grant Stott,

Gail got tired of her career in children’s television, and opted for more a grown-up image. She became an “Electric Circus” presenter on Live and Kicking, a guest host of the television series Melinda’s Big Night In, and host of The Movie Chart Show.

An occasional presenter on Top of the Pops, Gail then moved to the big leagues with her own show, Gail’s Big Nineties, on VH1.

Gail has appeared in men’s magazines like FHM, where posing semi nude she attracted a whole new fan base. Her sexy bad-girl image was further underscored with a nipple piercing and a romance with Keith Flint, of Prodigy.

With her star factor on the rise in the UK, Gail made guest appearances on TFI Friday, All Over the Shop, Never Mind the Buzzcocks, and Da Ali G Show, and was a presenter on Kids Passport to the World.

In 2005 Gail started losing her hair and was diagnosed as having alopecia totalis, she took the brave step of not hiding away or wearing wigs and faced up to life without her locks to raise awareness of the condition. She became ambassador for the Little Princess Trust, a charity which provides wigs to children with hair loss. The hair loss did take it's toll though and she has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder and has insomnia, she was sectioned in 2007 after feeling suicidal, After the death of her mother in 2009 she went through an extreme period of depression which culminated in a spell in rehab two years later after a suicide attempt.

Since then she has run several marathons and spent time helping children's charities, on being bald she says "What's so brave about being bald? I've not fought for my country or found the cure for cancer - I've just gone out without my hat on!"

She also says she want to break down some of the stigma associated with mental illness. In September 2016 she is quoted as saying "‘I’m the happiest I’ve ever been"

Gail rappeared in a BBC documentary Being Gail Porter,in 2020, a warts an all story of her life, in it she says that despite frequent bouts of unhappiness, keeping up the appearance of 'wee smiley Gail' was of utmost importance - though at the time Gail was unaware of the stress it placed on her mind and body. She said:

"Being a TV presenter was my favourite thing in the world, it was the most fun ever. I think there were a lot of deeper issues which came out at certain points. I know there's something not quite right wired in my brain.It doesn't make me a bad person, it doesn't mean you can give me a badge and tell me what it is. I'd rather just be Gail."

Recently Gail has opened up again about her struggles saying;

“I had some very dark days, thinking I was useless, but I got through it by talking to people,” She is supporting the latest phase of Samaritans’ Small Talk Saves Lives campaign. “Be nice, listen to each other, talk to each other.”

“I’d lost my hair, I’d lost my mum, I’d lost my home, I was bankrupt, I was homeless, and I just thought, ‘Oh my gosh, this can’t get any worse, can it?’,” Gail recalled.

“People can have very dark thoughts, and that’s why we need to talk to each other.”

Gail Porter is helping the Samaritans remind people we all have the potential to be lifesavers by simply striking up a conversation, as part of Samaritans’ Small Talk Saves Lives campaign (samaritans.org).

Gail will lead New York City's Tartan Day Parade on April 15th, the 25th anniversary of the parade.