#so i will make this as happy anf comfortable for him as i can

[rayd3nnn]

Hello again! I just love the last fic you did for my request and couldnt stop thinking about it so I had a wonderfully angsty idea and thought I should share lol

so today is my birthday 🎊🎉🙌

and it got me thinking about an angsty phantom fic (I love torturing this boy and my self as well 😢) what if the ghouls held birthdays like summoning days or something and phantom previously witnessed everyone throw Aurora a huge party and when his birthday rolls around and nothing happens he thinks they all know it's his birthday but since he's like a replacement he's not worth celebrating he gets all in his head during the day and messes up during practice anf gets yelled at by dew and judged by the othees so he spends his birthday night silently singing happy birthday to himself

(If you wanted to do a longer story or a part to you could have like aether call and ask how phantoms birthday go and everyone's like birthday "What birthday? And they realize that they had forgotten his birthday and yelled and pressured him on his b-day, and they all make it up to him) just another idea I love your writing style! ❤️

GJEICJTJEHXURJWHZE YOUR REQUESTS ARE FEEDING ME. Thank you thank youuu for the request. And I hope your having a very very happy birthday! So here’s my present to you.

Warnings: angst, comfort, forgotten, upsetting thoughts, abandonment issues, abandonment, yelling, pressure, overwhelmed thoughts, slight panic attack. Please let me know if I miss anything!

Below the cut if you will <3

“Happy birthday..”

Aurora’s summoning day was merely a day or two ago, the pack had thrown a huge party for the girl, filled with treats and laughter, happiness and joy. Phantom enjoyed celebrating his friends 2nd birthday, aside from her real one. He wondered what everyone would do for his birthday…which just so happened to be today!

Phantom was very excited, it was his summoning day, and him still being new to topside, and slightly naive and innocent…was kept wondering what his pack would do for him. And how fun and exciting it would be. His tail swayed behind him excitedly as he stretched, getting changed into his given uniform before walking into the bus’s common room, where Rain and Swiss were.

“Goodmorning!!” Phantom chirped happily, “..morning, what’s got you so excited for?” Rain asked confused. Phantom tilted his head confused. “Do you guys know what day it is?” He asks, Swiss shrugs and says “it’s Thursday.” Causing Phantoms ears to droop. “Oh” he mutters, walking away. He walked to Aurora’s room, the two were close given they were summoned merely days apart. He knocked on her door, eagerly waiting her reply. She would know what day it is! She’s got to have something planned for him. He just knows it. Her door unlocks and she peeks out from behind the door tiredly.

“Goodmorning Phantom…uh, did you need something..?” She asks, very confused. Phantom’s poor ears droop even more. “Oh, Uhm..nevermind..” He says, Aurora only nods before giving a small smile and closing her door again. Phantom walks back to his room, slightly upset. Maybe they were gonna throw a surprise party??? Yea. That’s what they’d do.

Band practice came around quickly, for the upcoming ritual they had tonight. He walked off the bus, seeming to be the last and walked into the venue. Searching for where everyone was, quickly finding them by their loudness and foolish behavior, like a bunch of cats. “Ah, Phantom it’s about time you showed up, yes?” Copia asked, announcing his arrival so they can start practice and soundcheck. Phantom merely nods before getting into position.

Phantoms thoughts began to spiral, he wondered. They must’ve known it was his birthday, right? The day he was summoned, everyone knows when the packmates are summoned, their all there to witness it. So how come they aren’t celebrating or wishing him a happy birthday..? Was it just because he’s a replacement? But, Aurora’s one too…so why did they celebrate hers but not his..? Was he not good enough? Did they just not care? Tears began to well in his eyes underneath of his mask, but he quickly shook off his tears, making a few mistake in the process causing the song to stop.

“For fucks sake Phantom get it together! What the hell is wrong with you? You were perfectly fine yesterday and now you can’t find the right chords??” Dewdrop yells, and the others simply look at him with disappointed faces from beneath their masks.

“I-I’m sorry I— I didn’t mean to-” phantom tries to say, “fucking save it and fix your shit.” Dew snaps. Causing phantom to quietly whimper. Did they really just…not care about him at all??..he sighed. Fixing his grip on the guitar and getting through the rest of practice.

The day went on like normal, no celebrations, no happy birthdays..nothing. Although Papa had called him over, pat him on the shoulder and said “it is your birthday, yes? Cheer up and have a happy day.” Which made phantom feel just slightly better about the day.

He still had hope that the pack would do something for his birthday, anything at all it didn’t have to be big. The Ritual had come, and it went on well, although Phantom was lacking his usual energetic kitten energy, seeming tired and just not his usual self, earning glares from the other ghouls. It hurt, they really didn’t care about him, not a single bit. He thought they did, they were so nice to him. What did he do wrong to make them all hate him so suddenly…? Judge him and yell at him, and not celebrate his birthday..?

Soon enough nightfall came, Phantom ignored any after ritual games or chatter and went straight to his room, taking off his uniform and mask and changing into comfier clothes. He was so upset, so abandoned. Why was he here? What was he even here for..? Phantom sighed, looking at the clock. “11:33PM” the exact time he was summoned a year ago. Tears welled up in his eyes as he grabbed a large cookie from his bedside and a stick, using a lighter to light the stick, and place the cookie on the floor.

“Happy birthday..to me…h-…happy birthday…to me…” phantom sings to himself with a cracked voice, trying not to cry. “Happy- birthday..dear phantom…happy- birthday..to me..” phantom cries softly and quietly as he blew the fire off of the stick, and ate the cookie softly through choked silent sobs. His tail curled around his waist. Why did they hate him? What did he do so wrong?? Why were they having fun doing other things and not celebrating his birthday..? He shook his head, he was just a replacement. So what was there to celebrate at all..? Phantom cried himself to sleep, instead of enjoying his birthday like he should’ve.

The next morning, Phantom stayed in his room. The pack members were all gathered in the bus common area talking with Aether on his daily face call. “So, how was the birthday?” He asks suddenly. The pack looked confused. “The birthday?? Aurora’s birthday was fine, she loved it. Why?” Cirrus asks. Aether furrows his brows through the face camera. “No, not Aurora’s. Phantoms. How was phantoms birthday?” Aether asks again, being more specific. “Phantoms…birthday? What do you mean…?” Rain asks confused.

Aether’s face drops through the screen, before yelling. “You forgot his birthday?! You didn’t- you didn’t do anything for him? At all?! His birthday was yesterday!!” He yells through the phone. And the packs faces all pale. “…we yelled at and judged him— on his birthday…? We forgot his birthday…?” Swiss asks, mainly to himself. “Oh Satan, you forgot the poor boys birthday…” Aether sighs. “Listen…you better make it up to him. Because knowing him he’s probably overthinking everything, thinking you all hate him. Make it up to him or your all getting an earful when you get back from tour.” Aether says sternly. Ending the call.

The pack looks at eachother, nodding. Simply coming up with an idea in merely seconds. It was a travel day, so they didn’t have to leave the bus. They had some left over decorations from Aurora’s party. And since the Ghoul’s always get presents for their packmates ahead of time, they already had gifts for phantom. Dew decided he’d be the one to collect phantom from his room after everything was set up. And so the ghoul’s quickly got to work. And within half an hour, a perfect party set up was done.

Dewdrop walked to Phantom’s bunk room, knocking softly on the door. “Hey, Babybat are you in there?” He asked softly. He heard a soft groan in response, not an ‘im just waking up’ groan, but a ‘why are you here..?’ Groan. Dewdrop carefully opened the door and walked into Phantoms bunk, phantom sat there fiddling with the spade of his tail, looking up and making eye contact. “Hm..?” Phantom hummed in question.

“Come here real quick bug, I’ve got something for you.” Dew said Phantom cautiously and limply got up, and followed Dew. “Close your eyes bug” Dewdrop said to him, and Phantom did as he was told. And when Dew told him to open his eyes, his eyes immediately sparkled with hope and happiness.

“Happy birthday Phantom!!!”

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[royalty-unknown]

Daddy's Shirt

Cg! Eddie Munson x little!reader Requested by: @punziesworld

Summary/Request: Thamk you sooooo much !!!!! for cg eddie, i was wondering if you could make the reader a lot likw me. i wear things like pigtails a lot, frilly socks, and baby pink clothws .I wanted to do one where at a campaign for dnd someonw points out how opposite they are so the reader anf eddie swap clothes 🥺 and he gets happy seeing her with his hellfire shirt on 

                  Just in case you can’t read it <3

I was wondering if you could make the reader a lot like me? I wear things like pigtails a lot, frilly socks, and baby pink clothes. I wanted to do one where at a campaign for dnd someone points out how opposite they are so the reader and eddie swap clothes 🥺 and he gets happy seeing her with his hellfire shirt on.

WARNINGS!!: none other than 1 bad word this is fluffier than a bunny's tail :). 

Hewo little one I am beyond happy about this request! Thank you for sending it in! 

Y/N L/N A girl who loves pink, Everyone knew her for her bright colored clothes and her cute kid like attitude. She always had pigtails (or whatever you like <3 And for my lovelies with braids you can do that too <3 ) She was always wearing something baby pink and She always had these cute f/c (favorite color) frilly socks on no matter what. And it’s funny because her boyfriend and Cg! Is Eddie Munson, a person practically known to wear black and edgy things, The exact opposite of his little. And it wasn’t hard for people to notice when everyone saw the school freak and the school sunshine together. 

Some people thought it was weird, some people thought it was really cute, And some people didn’t care. 

Only the Hellfire club knew about Y/N’s little space and Eddie made Gareth her godparent just in case he wasn’t here. So when y/n showed up for dnd early with Gareth already there Eddie nowhere to be found and everything set up, she figured that it was his turn to come in early and set everything up. 

When he turned around to see y/n with her in O/c (Outfit choice), stuffie, Paci, and her agere bookbag he smiled at her.

“Hi there little one!” he said hugging her “hewo gware bwear” (gare bear) she said hugging back “How are you today?” he asked while holding her hand so he could walk to his chair and sit down with her standing in front of him. “Gwood i’s jwst sweepy” she said, rubbing her eye with the back of her hand, “Would you like to take a nap on my lap while we wait for daddy?” he asked, making sure she was comfortable with it. “Yesh/nu thank chu'' (If you choose no you would sleep on a nearby couch that gerath would keep an eye on but if you choose yes continue reading-) “Ok little on come on” gareth said taking her bag off and putting it on the table careful not to knock anything down. 

Y/n wrapped her arms around gareth's neck and climbed into his lap (This is platonic I promise it’s nothing going on between y/n and gareth)  and her feet dangled at his sides. He was bouncing his leg and patting her bum in which he felt a diaper (If you don't wear them then underwear, it’s ok) He knew bc of the way you just wanted to be helped that you here feeling extra small. About 30-45 mins later everyone started to come in Eddie being the last considering he had to make a deal with chrissy. He walked in and smiled to see you asleep in Gareth's arms, when Gareth made eye contact with Eddie he smiled and gently started to wake you up. 

“Mmh” you whined, rubbing your face then burying it in garthes chest, “shh sh angel” he said, bouncing you as he stood up. He passed you to Eddie with ease making sure not to hurt you or make you uncomfortable, Gareth sat down and waited for the game to start. Eddie went to his throne and sat down. “Shall the game begin-” Eddie started but mike cut him off, “Ya know you and y/n are exact opposites.” Mike said while everyone was quiet and shocked that he would say something like that “Dude!?” Dustin said, elbowing his best friend in the side. 

“Ow!” mike yelled/whispered “What’s that supposed to mean wheeler?” Eddie said, standing up with you in his arms while walking closer to mike. “Hm?” he humed looking for a response from mike who regretted even having a mouth to speak.”I-I um..” he said looking everywhere but Eddie and Y/n “chu wha?!” Y/n said her paci bobbing up and down (pause) as she speaks  “Cwats gwot chu twung?” Y/n said, squinting her eyes and glaring at him. “I-I um I’m just saying that maybe you two should switch y-ya know..ha..” He said nervously, playing with his fingers. “What do you mean by switch wheeler?!” Eddie said in a tone that sent shivers down everyone’s spines except Gareth's (Bc he would have done the same thing) “I-I just mean ..switch colors..and clothes…ya know?” Mike said backing up as Eddie got too close to his face bursting his personal bubble. “Hmm..” Eddie humed almost like he was examining Mike's facial expressions. 

You were holding on to Eddie for dear life even though Eddie knew you weren’t going to fall you still felt like you were so you were sticking to him like a koala on a tree. And this made Gareth smile and chuckle. “Ok.” He stated simply and walked back to his throne sitting down and you sighed going back to sleep while sucking her paci and Eddie bouncing his leg. “Shall the game-” He got cut off again by the one and only mike wheeler and Eddie covered your ears “Wha-”  “Shut the hell up.” he cut him off “ok..” mike quickly responded. 

Time skip to 9:30 pm at Eddie’s trailer. 

“Hey love bug it's time for bed, wanna help me pick out your clothes tomorrow. Remember what mike said? ” He asked picking you up and walking to his room and to your dresser First he opened the drawer that has your diapers and underwear you choose y/c (your choice) and he moves on to the next drawer witch is socks and you continue to pickout what you want to wear until the last drawer witch was shirts and you didn’t want your so you shook your head “Nu i’s no wan I wan daddy’s swirt” he was in awe and he was beyond happy about his little one wearing his shirt. “Ok you can wear daddy’s shirt” he said smiling and after the outfit was picked out eddie picked out his and they went to bed after doing their night routine and wrapping their hair up but a scarf or a bonnet. 

Timeskip to in the morning 

They wake up and do their morning routine and when their down they look in the mirror this is 

Eddie’s outfit (You can choose which one you want him to wear) 

And this is your outfit (Sorry if you don’t like any of them I got the outfits off pintrest and they don’t really have black agere outfits so you are 100% able to make your own and you can swap the shirt out for Eddie’s )

“Ok little one lets go” He said excitedly because 1 his shirt and 2 because he wanted to see the others reactions about the change of clothes. 

Timeskip

Once they were at school he quickly got out the car and packed your diaper bag 

Got you out the car locked the doors and went in and as soon as he and his little stepped foot into the school they automatically got stared and whispers saying things like ‘That’s not Eddie’ or ‘That’s the first time I’ve seen her without pink’ and ‘it’s almost like they switched’ to which Eddie just responded with a glare that made them stop. 

As they walked to the cafeteria (bc lets just say for the story that’s just where they have to go first) y/n started whining, “Tulip what’s wrong?” Eddie asked “i’s hungy dada” she said whimpering “I know baby I know just give me a second I’ll have gareth feed you your bottle ok?” Eddie said “okie..” she responded as she continued to walk. 

Once they got to the cafeteria they opened the doors and all eyes were on them. Because considering Eddie was the town freak who only wore black and a little white this was new and different. And for y/n Jason though she had been taken by the devil or something. Eddie let out a “what?” and everyone went back to their duties, Eddie couldn’t be happier that his little one was wearing his shirts. He picked her up and walked to the hellfire table, he walked behind mike and slammed his hand on the table scaring him. “Is this enough of a switch for you wheeler?” Eddie questions him, and mike took a second to register the question and his outfit and let out a shaky “y-yeah t-thank you” Eddie smiled and turned away to give you to gareth “Aww look at what we have here, it’s a hellfire baby~” Gareth cooed as he picked you up already knowing what to do 

So he opened the diaper bag that was now on the table and he got your bottle out that Eddie made earlier this morning and put it in your mouth as you start to drink it down. “You need to wear my clothes more sweet pea” Eddie said stroking your cheek as Gareth fed you and you simply nod your head not wanting to stop drinking to talk.

<3 

Word Count:1775

Hi my lovely Tulips! Please let me know about your thoughts and opinions but in a respectful manner. Again thank you so much for this request hopefully it met what you were looking for if not please let me know! This request was very fun to write and I do hope to receive more from you and others and I will hope to improve as I go and continue writing stories! But anyways hope you're drinking 1-4 water bottles/cups of water and eating at least 1-2 meals a day! Until the next one my fellow Victims~

 Your Friendly Neighborhood,

       ☢Killer Bunny☢

#cg!eddie #age regression #eddie munson x little!reader #daddy!eddie #little!reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x female reader #sfw agere #Reading with bunny

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Aizawa x adult! Quirkless! Reader (romantic)and reader comes home with a few injuries on they're arms and legs so they stumbling

-Shuu

ofc shuu <3

Masterlist <3

Warning: Mentions of violence, blood...

Aizawa x Reader - Wounded

You breathe shakily as you stumble through the door of your shared home with Shouta, your hands shaking violently and your legs unsteady.

You were jumped on your way home and left beaten in an alleyway, and you can only sob quietly as you stumble and drag yourself home. It hurts so badly, and you can only thank whatever Gods you can think of that you escaped with your dignity.

Blood ran down your legs in little rivulets from the slices on your thighs, left by the blade of one of your attackers who had basically mauled you when you struggled. You're covered in dirt and grime and blood is smeared on your thighs and knees, along with your arms anf your face which is now swelling around the bruise on your cheek. You couldn't even call your boyfriend because your phone was taken along with any change that could've been used for a payphone.

Tears stream down your face and mix with your blood and mascara, leaving dark teartracks down your face, which is one of the first things Shouta notices as you walk through the door, the first thing being your scared hiccups from the other side of the front door. He had come to let you in because he could hear you struggling with the keys, your hands were shaking so violently that you couldnt hold the key still. But as he got closer he heard your shuddered breaths and your little sniffles.

As soon as you saw him you were straight away in his arms, cuddling him and crying into his shirt.

Rage quickly bubbles up inside of your lover as he sees you like this, so broken and afraid, and after that comes the absolutely crushing guilt that came because he didn't know. He wasn't there with you when you needed him the most and he would never forgive himself for it.

The next few hours or so were used to patch up and disinfect your injuries and bathe together. Your loving partner ran you a warm bubble bath and cuddled you all throughout it, petting your hair and stroking your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb in little circular motions.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there... Does it still hurt as much?"

You shake your head in response, shifting in his grip and making space to kiss him on the lips very briefly, the show of affection and understanding cutting through the tension in the room like a knife.

"None of that, now... it was scary-... 's fucking terrifying- but it's over now. It happened and it wasn't your failt. Shit happens. I'm okay..."

Shouta lets out a heavy sigh as he looks you over once again, his long hair wet and shining under the light in the bathroom, just begging you to touch it, and you do, running your fingers through soft strands and finding comfort in your lover's quiet groan.

The night is spent watching movies with him as he gives you a massage and lays butterfly kisses over your skin, brushing your hair for you and leaving his down because he knows how you like to braid it and play with it. He's so thoughtful, and he takes such good care of you. It makes you want to marry him, and you entertain the thought for a while as it becomes a serious possibility in your mind.

You had just never thought about marriage before, really. You were happy where you were and remain to be happy there, so you never really thought about the 'next steps' or anything. But being married?...

You look at his ringless finger longingly, pressing your cheek to his chest and holding his hand while he moves a little braid out of the way, the hippie braids suiting him in a way that you didn't really think about when you first did it.

You could get used to this.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha #bnha #bnha fluff #aizawa x reader #bnha headcanons #mha fluff #aizawa x you #aizawa headcanons #aizawa drabble #aizawa shouta #quirkless reader #mha x quirkless reader #aizawa shota x reader

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

How about some competition? Rise!Turtles's crush has an "admirer" who has been quite pushy about getting their attention and convincing them to hang out. How would they react anf feel about this? BONUS SCENE: s/o cut the jerk politely and said "Look, I'm flattered that you're interested on me, really... But I already have someone I really like"

A/n: this is gonna be fun. Thank you for requesting.

Summary: the turtle boys have a bit of a compilation

Version: rise

Raphael

Was upset when he heard that you had someone have a crush you but mainly because they was pushy about it

He hated hearing you talk about how your admirer had asked to to hang out but wouldn't take no as an answer but always glad you got out of he

And if you needed some comfort because if your admirer he would be their for you

He would always try to help but since he can't really show himself he would just have go give advice that might ot work and listen because that's all he can really do

So he tried his best and would always be their for you but it hurt to do so

Since he had a crush on you he found it difficult and got insecure sometime thinks 'what if they go if their admirer' he tired not to think like that but it was hard sometimes

But he was so happy when you told him that you finally told the person you were flatter but didn't like them like that and they took it as an answer

He was so happy and maybe he could actually get with you but he didn't say anything

So you would have to make the first move and who knows maybe you did

Donatello

He was not having it

At first he was just a little hurt but then he got pissed

When he heard that this admirer was pretty pushy and wouldn't leave you alone he wanted to hack into his phone and try and stop him

He didn't you wouldn't let him

So he sat back and gave the best advice he could and was always their to lend a helping hand

And if you go though a hard time because of this admirer he would be there for you

He was ready to fight this guy and get leo in on it but you again stopped him and said you got this

And he believed you

But it hurt to do so

Him having to sit back knowing some person is probably flirting with you and trying to make you theirs hurt him

He knew you to weren't together but that didn't stop him from being in pain from it

So he just sat back and tried to help as best as you would let him

So imagine his happiness when you could over and told him you got rid of your admirer

He was glad a but upset you did it nicely but glad nonetheless

And not long after he asked you out

And to his surprise you said yes and yeah next time he is going to do more about your admirer that isn't him but until then he will talk about science and do his eyebrows

Michelangelo

Was more honest about his feeling

He did tell you he didn't really like it and it made him sad but tried to make it subtle in a way

He was always there for you but he couldn't come on you with his feelings

He wanted to but all he could do is just sit back and hope you notice

You did and asked what was wrong and he explained how he was a bit upset about your admirer

He was happy when you said you would try and do something about it

And ever day he would hope that you would tell him you got the person off your back but it wasn't that easy

But when it happened he was happy

He had a really big smile knowing that your stress free well at least from that person

So he celebrated with you but you were confused why

So when you asked he told you that he had a crush on you and it hurt him knowing you had a admirer

And with his luck his said you had a crush on him to

And again he was super happy

And he's he had his hopes high that this day would come

But hey have you seen yourself? It makes since

Leonardo

Was really bummed out

But he knew he couldn't do much

So he just had to be their for you and he didn't

But it didn't hurt him to much cause he knew he still had a chance

But until you rejected the guy he just had to sit back and watch

But knowing he had a chance doesn't mean this didn't hurt him

But he tried not to think about it to much and hey its working for the most part but hey it's alright

So he was relieved everytime you said you didn't like the person like that so he always was ready

And a couple does before you finally told your admirer you didn't like them

Leo confessed to you

You were shocked he was scared and it went smoothly

He finally knew fully you were his and he was yours so he was glad knowing that admirer didn't have a chance hopefully

And he was right because a couple days latter you came in says the admirer has been told you don't like them like that

Leo was pleased about that and was also glad you were happy about it

Kinda surprised when you told him you let your admirer down nicely but hey at least it worked

A/n: i hope you enjoyed and sorry if some of them sre shorter than the others

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #tmnt headcanons #tmnt imagine #tmnt x male reader #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x gn reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x male reader #rottmnt x gn reader #save rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt

[barbatoskisser]

Happy birthday to a really great man i know:

@gunterdon

This man is positively one of my biggest inspirations, happiness bringers, and makes me feel really hapoy every time i talk to him

I hope that his days are easy anf comfortable, i do, but i also know that life can be unexpected and wejrd so

Juat keep going man, life may not be sunshine and rainbows all of the time but it does shine a light ometimes

So, i pray your present times arent too hard and you can relax for as long as you pleaze

May your naps be long qnd your list of assifnmwnrs to do be miniscule

Your thw greatest bro

[polypd]

81 for any two ppl in polypd :]

I may have gotten a little carried away with this one... aslp I hope you're okay with hurt/comfort instead if pure fluff because that's what I ended up writing... (it ends happy tho!)

tw// injuries, blood, claustrophobia, struggle to breath, collapsed building

"Will?" A voice cut through the darkness of the rubble around William. He sat up groggily, holding his hand out so he wouldn't hit his head on anything. He found he could only lean upwards supported on his elbows before he couldn't move anymore.

What the fuck happened? Where was he?

"Will!" The voice again. Will turned towards where it was coming from, unable to see anything in the darkness. "I'm over here."

The voice sounded strained, like the person talking to him was in pain. Will tried to rack his brain for who the person was (the voice was so familiar, who was it?) but the fog surrounding his mind was too great for him to think clearly. He groaned and reached out blindly, hissing when he nicked his hand on something sharp.

Right. The fight, the out-of-control power, the building collapsing on him.

"No, over here- are you okay? That looked pretty bad," The person asked. Will just grunted in response until something clicked in his head.

"Wait, looked? You can see?" He asked, having to clear his throat a few times before his gravelly voice actually made any noise.

"Yeah! Elf eyes, remember?" The response was cut off by a coughing fit, filling the space with pained hacking and wheezing.

Vyncent. That's who this was. Either that or another very familiar sounding elf that knew William just as well, which was highly unlikely.

"Vynce?" Will reached out again, this time being more careful not to prick himself on whatever metal scrap got him the first time. Vyncent hummed quietly in response, voice crackling as ae did so. "Are- are you okay?"

"Not- not really," Vyncent's voice barely made enough noise for William to hear aer. "My, um, my legs are trapped. And I got hit in the chest a couple times."

"Shit," Will breathed.

"Yeah. How about you?"

Will considered his physical state, realizing that he was actually mostly fine other than a few scrapes.

"Just a couple bruises and scrapes, nothing bad," He replied. "Where- where are you?"

"You're looking right at me, Will."

"Oh."

William went back to laying down and reached out to his left where Vyncent was. He felt the elf brush past his hand a couple times before grabbing him by the fingers, holding on tight. William used the new feeling to drag himself closer, feeling up Vyncent's arm to find the rest of him. Keeping hold of Vyncent's hand (but adjusting his grip so it was less awkward) he felt around Vyncent's chest to make sure nothing was still pinning aer from there. Aer chest was clear but Will felt something sticky and warm on it- blood.

"Shit, dude, you're bleeding," Will whispered.

"Yeah, I know," Vyncent coughed out.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't wanna worry you."

"Well I am worried!" Will almost-yelled. He could feel his heartbeat start to speed up as his breathing got out of control. Then, Vyncent gently grabbed him around his back and pullef him to aer side, pressing them close. Ae ran a hand throigh his hair soothingly anf made gentle chirps and clicks at him.

"Hey, it's okay, okay? Dakota and Ashe are gonna find us and everything will be okay, alright?" Vyncent soothed. William closed his eyes (not that it made much of a difference) and buried his face in Vyncent's shoulder with a shudder.

"Okay, yeah, we-we're gonna get out of here. Yeah."

"Hey, hey, c'mere," Vyncent mumbled.

"Vynce, I can't fuckin' see."

"Oh. Right."

Vyncent cupped his face and tilted his head up so that their foreheads were touching.

They stayed like that, just holding each other until all the dust and creaking around them stopped.

Crashing could be heard from outside after what was probably a few hours. Sunlight burst through a hole made by a very familiar Hexbert sneaker. Help was here.

They were going to be okay.

#🔮talking tag🔮 #🎃og post🎃 #jrwi #jrwi prime defenders #william wisp #vyncent sol #✒️writing tag✒️ #just roll with it #prime defenders #tw blood #tw claustrophobia #tw injury

[f1-disaster-bi]

Charles joining in on Lance and Callum’s meet-ups 🥹 they’re really shy the first day because they’re not trans so they feel like they shouldn’t be there but Callum and lance welcome them and make them so comfortable.

The three of them going for brunches and drinks and stuff and just chatting and bonding over all things gender identity anf being there for each other throughout any wobbles is just adorable. Because yes, they all have their partners but there’s something about having the support of people who have gone through it which hits different.

Yes!!

Charles would love the fact that Callum and Lance invite them to their meet-ups but they'd alos be so nervous. They try expaining it to Max, explaining that they're not trans and don't want to invade this space that Callum and Lance have created to feel safe. Max just hugs them close and points out the fact that they wouldn't have invited them if they didn't want them there

So Charles goes and is so nervous but they had nothing to be afraid of cause Callum and Lance are so happy they came. Callum is immediately hugging them and pulling them to sit down and ordering them some drinks and Lance just takes their hand and tells them "you don't have to be nervous Charlie. It's just us, and we understand. This is a safe space for you and us to talk about things our partners may not understand fully" and it just helps Charles relax.

It's just such a soft and safe space. Charles can bitch about how they hate that somedays they don't feel like either gender but will still get referred to as he/him and Lance and Callum can relate because for Lance "my dad still calls me by my dead name and tries to ask me when I'll have kids" and for Callum "I'm always being told I'm not really a man because I like feminine things" and it's just such a relief for Charles to have people that get it

#professional dom au #trans lance #trans callum #gender fluid charles

[klinefelterrible]

When I was a boy I had two favourite Disney movies on VHS and they were Robin Hood and the Beauty and the Beast. My mom used to call me a beast because she thought it would be nice to somehow make it relatable to me, I know parents do that all the time. I had a cousin who loved Barney Rubble so much he managed to wear that one T-shirt all the time and if his parents wanted him to wear literally anything else, he cried so hard he ripped his hair out. But anyway, my two favourite movies back then were this:

And this:

And even though I knew it was proper for me to be more like those guys (I had "Jungle book" too)

I couldn't help but feel that on the very inside I am (although back then there was no concept of transgender or gender and I was a very rational person and smart and I didn't like nonsense and saw through lies instantly), I should be and want to be more like them:

I mean fucking seriously how can one show a sensitive male child this story and expect him to fucking put themself into a fucking frame of Beast Who Was A Shit Person And Needed A Redemption when all he was feeling like A Young Cute Weirdo Who Liked To Read And Was Somehow Detained By This Asshole Monster Forever

And to this day I have this feeling like what the fuck why and for what were you fucking making me be this tough person when at the same time not fucking noticing I was hiding inside this fucking shell of big smoking drinking cursing distrusting person

I feel resentment for my childhood because of so many reasons I can't even start talking about it, everyone wanted to shape me into their fucking imagination that didn't fit me at all and sometimes all I want is to live in some Neverland where there are no bad people who fucking judge you and tell you how you should live your life without actually helping to actually subordinate. Like it was them only telling me what should I be and not how should I do this in order to fucking make them happy and those expectations were so surreal I can't believe it actually happened and I didn't go mad.

Anyway now I'm 36, I have a collection of high heels I never could buy because I was always somehow controlled by if not my mum with whom I live in a flat then by the cleaning lady my mother hired for "taking care" of me but it wasn't care, more like low profile control over me, she went through all my wardrobe and my shit, cleaning everything and changing places of my stuff so even though I had money I had no place to just be alone and store my heels and I knew the cleaning lady was talking about people with other people because she told me about others and how should I get any privacy in a flat where everyone fucking hears everything and my mom fucking entered my room anytime she wanted anf if I went on a short two step walk in my room, she'd hear it or the neighbours would and those people were nasty as fuck and all of them drunks so I didn't want any trouble or gossip, also my mom was a abstinent and since she recovered from drinking she had absolutely no idea how to take care of herself, her teeth were ruined for the better part of my life so she practically never smiled, her clothes were so off fashion it was fucking sad to see her on an official party or any type of family gathering and boy her shoes were a fucking disgrace. I never had a proper female model to look up to with my inner woman so I became a slob like she was and I don't blame her for being a workaholic as her mother was exactly the same. But there was I, with these things I'd like to do or be but everyone was looking at me, everyone watched me like a hawk (my family was and still sort of is sort of famous in my hometown) so I didn't feel safe to he myself for the bigger part of my life as it was never comfortable for me to just be me, and I have this feeling like since I have this dissonance of self, the one where I do look and feel like a man —a manly sort of man, tall with a beard, with all these erections and shit, especially after I was diagnosed with Klinefelter's and on testosterone injections therapy, basically making me this beast of a man now— and a girl —that was never able to be herself in fully, always hiding, always somehow bullied into being an inner part, always put into a box and into a box and a box inside a box, unable to become anything serious (because how exactly? when you're 1.90m and weight over 100kg you're not going to be a cute 1.60/50 girl, not now not ever) — and a third person, like a compromise between a man and a woman, a man with a woman inside, refusing to be a woman because of not willing to be a trans weirdo (as I saw myself in correlation back then and still sort of imagine myself like on and can't help it) with people suddenly made all these questions like why how and saying shit like you never were a girl or we never knew that shit and I just want to be spared of it, so I am now this testosterone dripping, horny all the time big guy who only wishes these things from my head to be over, I mean all those BE THIS and DO THAT and THAT GUY LIKES WHIPS HE'S CRAZY HIS STEPFATHER SAID HE'LL KICK HIM OUT and FAGGOTS ARE TO DIE and stuff like that and people still sort of are this way, not much because I live on my own now with my wife and that but all this shit still haunts me as i can't just stop remembering it and feeling that way and when people say "MAN UP" I ask myself how am I supposed to man up if I don't have any men to look up to, what am I supposed to do when I have no way to learn anything from those men i do know because they don't and won't have time for me plus I was in my hormones buzzing moment so all I wanted from anyone who wasn't related to me was a possible fuck so if there was a willing third party I would probably destroy every relationship between us with my drunken dicksucking advances or whatever.

So I didn't man up and didn't find a proper way of life because I was expected to go to the university and all I ever knew was some english and history and felt no interest in anything else and when I wanted to go to vocational school, they would fucking eat me alive: both my family, mother, grandmother (who hated each other in that particular passive-aggressive way and still do) and all those mean kids from vocational schools as there was a saying back then that if you want your kid to dig ditches, send him to vocational school, where people start a day with fighting, drugs and fucking 'you name it from some hell depiction'-thing. So I went to high school as expected, and then to university, as expected too. Of course my mom and grandma expected me to go to some other school, but I didn't want to so I didn't. They were disappointed. Then I chose the university they wouldn't choose for me and the major that also asked a lot of questions but I was somehow free and ready to become an alcoholic (whom I didn't because as I said before, I was a rational kid) but I felt their breath on my neck. BE THIS, DO THAT, YOUR COUSIN IS IN THE CAPITAL AND IS THE BEST, AS HE ALWAYS WAS, THAT DAUGHTER OF YOUR FATHER'S SECOND WIFE IS IN A COLLEGE LEARNING ENGLISH AND WENT TO AUSTRALIA WITH HER UNCLES AND WHAT ARE YOU NOW WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE

So I live my life not meeting expectations as they were too high for me, I couldn't focus really and they didn't actually force me because I think they didn't care or feel like actually making me do stuff but they talked and talked and made me angry inside so much I still am angry at myself for not being as good as I could be and that makes me sad because I could have been relatively happy, living on my own, working somewhere and doing something if only my grandpas didn't die so early or there was a way for me to be not noticeable or recognizable everywhere and why the fuck all of this had to happen I am sick of it, of my life how it went and yeah there were nice moments but all of them were in this tar-like grief, this greyness of people's looking at me and fucking telling me how my father was like and what my mom a superstar she is and it all told me that I am nothing and I lived in a pause like I felt they're watching me every step i took and since my family had some money people were taking advantage of me and I understand the Jungle Law and the hate towards the rich from those poorer or not advantageous ones, especially on a big block of flat neighbourhood, yeah, so it was not a good place for me to develop my inner woman and making her my outer person because I would probably end badly with my throat cut or raped or whatever. And yeah it was always a fear of mine that I would be robbed or beaten or fucking threw into basement and shit on by some nasty people and all I ever felt was the fear of what would my mother do and will she fucking go back to drinking again and how will she always fucking never ever leave me alone, always being somewhere near I WOULD RATHER FUCKING DIE AND I MEAN IT

but yes, this is my rant and yes sometimes I just wish it all to be over all of the sudden, a meteorite bullseye's me in the head, 1/10000000000 situation and what you can do. My wife would end up with all my stuff, my money and my mess but she'd be alright, so would be my mom hopefully but you never know about her, but anyway not many people would remember me a year or two later. So fuck them.

I remember there were times that all I wanted to do was mention my mom's need to go to the dentist and she stopped talking to me for days. My grandma used to call me twice a day, relentlessly, neverending talks about people being satisfied with their life and successful and me hearing this everyday, plus of course HAVE YOU BEEN TO THE CHURCH and all that and... I don't feel like writing it anymore today

It needs to be mentioned that I hate myself almost everyday but rarely the current day, I mostly regret being alive the day before or some other day from my past and I really do hate me from the past, including me from last week or month.

#personal rant #childhood stuff #this is how you live your life feeling as a loser #it started as a disney post but the I felt like sharing

[i-luvsang]

so i've been told that picture of mingi was from his oreo hair, which makes sense bcs i was like hmh is it an old picture or how did they get this?? turns out it's an older picture but honestly i think they might be going for something similar just different pattern than before yk?? make putting in another colour in the future idk.

ALSO JONGHO AHDHS!! not even just his hair, THE OUTFIT THEY PUT HIM IN AHH THEY KNEW WHAT THEY WERE DOING!!!! the jacket lordddd!! and the shorts with the boots it kinda reminds me of that iconic vernon fit on the private plane 😭😭 IT'S THE SHORT ANF THE BOOTS I THINK ANYWAYZ. it's so good i'm happy to see that kind of styling on him?? because i think it's in his comfort zone but it's a little different and god he looks so good. also sorry to bring it up but.. YEOSANGS HAIR IN HIS PICTURES AHHDHSH!!!!! going feral!!! also i'm kinda pissed at how the stylists keep underlining? wooyoungs lips... LIKE YOU CAN SEE THEM TRY TO MAKE HIS LIPS SEEM SMALLER STOP PUTTING FOUNDATION ON HIS LIPS!!! HIS LIPS ARE SO PRETTY WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE THEM SEEM SMALLER!! — 🎧

yeah it's definitely similar !!! i'm very excited to see it

LITRALLY OH MY GOD THE FITS FOR HIM WER SO GOOD SDKFHSKJDF AAAAAAA like seriously ugh the leather jackets and the shorts i'm drooling

BUT NO FOR REAL YEOSANGS HAIR LOOKS AMAZINGGGGGG i eat it all up ahdflsfdkl grrrr BUT YEAH WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO WOO IM CRYING WHY ??? HIS LIPS ARE SO GORGEOUS DOING THAT JUST LOOKS WEIRD I CANT idk maybe its supposed to be a specific makeup look but. don't do that disagree i'm so in love with them thofdaksfdhkasjfd

#［ my darlings %. #［ messages %. #［ 🎧 ​anon %.

[seoksoonhoon]

gym bro jihoon gym addict soonyoung and soonyoung's hot friend who shows up sometimes (seokmin). another ssh au

like we talk about seokmin being cute but we never talk about seokmin being hot nearly enough. have you seen that man. have u seen him. like. have you seen him.... winking.........

seokmin is formally introduced when he shows up in a padded jacket and mask looking tall as he is and soonyoung wraps his arm around seokmin's like "heyyyyy jihoon-ah this is my bestie seokmin!!!" or something

(this is inspired by how jihoon just casually watched soonyoung work out on vlive and corrected his posture....... this man wont ever say shit like "you looked hot" or "flexing those muscles i taught you how to gain, ey?" but very closely analyse his pullup posture and for what? like I fucking Hate Them so much)

But That's Besides The Point the point is seokmin starts to appear near the end of soonyoung's gym sessions and they eventually just talk while soonyoung washes up and gets ready to leave. one day seokmin shows up in a tank top (jihoon found frothing at rhe mouth so true) and then seokmin waves like "i signed up for gym membership recently too can i just join you and soonyoung's session? he said it'll be fine" and who is jihoon to decline seokmin all smiley and cute and maybe he wants to cuddle him! but you really didnt hear that from him!!!!!

and then seokmin starts working out yes, and then one day seokmin makes an offhand comment or maybe shoots a random sentence at jihoon like casually like "thanks for the session today" he winks and you know what maybe seokmin is actually indeed very sexy and he is very sexy when he's sweaty anf you can see his actually very sculpted back right through the fabric.......... yeah. jihoon may go insane smiley face Ya like i need more people to write about jihoon Yearning and just like idk FREAKIBG OUT. BC LIKE. dont look em in the eye and tell me he doesnt have an emotional reaction to shit IM WAVING MY HANDS TO TELL YOU HE DOES

one time: it's raining and there's no umbrella and so jihoon has to walk in the rain (not ideal) but then seoksoon are there like you can come over instead (very ideal) so jihoon goes over and oh my god sksn are such good hosts he??? malfunctioning??? and hes so well taken care of seokmin even asks him how he likes his eggs. can you believe it??

and so he's in an apartment in a room in a living room with a tv with a very sexy man's thighs pressed up against him and the other man cooking eggs and man can he ever feel any happier in his gay little life? its a bit awkward though because he's pretty sure he's still jealous of seokmin for being able to be so comfortable with soonyoung bc u know theyre friends flr longer etc etc because soonyoung is so pretty and funny and everything he's ever needed but the moment seokmin's came into his life maybe he thinks god i really need him too please let me have him. so he's kinda confused rn and needs to do more research but!!! We Like character development

they have a phase where they go over to each others' houses etc which is really nice and fun and one day seoksoon tell jihoon theyre dating and oh thats nice and jihoons happy but damn he cant even have one he doesnt even have a chance w one of them so he kinda mopes because I would. so idk. Or something. REALISTICALLY THIS IS UNNECESSARY but i need something for hurt/comfort im like insubstantial idk anyways. stress playing on guitar, stress exercising to the point the next time they have their gym sesh jihoon cant even get up to demo because his arms and legs hurt from overexertion from yesterday's session and yesterday's and yesterday's and yesterday's and yes it's destructive and he knows

which is why it doesnt continue for very long BECAUSE WE PROMOTE HEALTHY GYM ACTS IN THIS PLACE (seoksoon worried about him when he slumped on the floor after like 2 sets of pullups aka 2 sets lesser than his usual and jihoon was like im never gonna make them sad again!!!!!!!) but damn is he sad. he kinda goes fuck it idk haywire and starts just openly expressing his affections at some point touching soonyoung's biceps unnecessarily or holding seokmin's back because oh. his back.. right. and then he just gets miserable when seoksoon flirt infront of each other "SEXY HAN NAMJA" (but lowkey seokmin is flirting w jihoon too because hes keeping all the burnt pieces for himself and soonyoung and giving all the good ones for jihoon and even feeding jihoon. and soonyoung is pulling out all these funny stories and winking and calling jihoon names teasingly like jagiya etc right and its nice and it makes jihoon feel warm In this essay i will again ____)

one day completely on impulse he goes over to seoksoon's house at like 2am and just lies down on soonyoung's lap like so tired and exhausted and yet he's there feeling like he's home and even more so when seokmin's brush of his hair feels like a kiss and etc and hes just. yeah. maybe he cries into soonyoung's shirt and they all wake up uncomfy esp for soonyoung w a bent neck but jihoon massages him and its alright and then seokmin's like "do u wanna talk about why you came over" and jihoon takes a deep breath like oh boy like "i like you. both of you" or something and because it's me of course the feelings are reciprocated they have to be! now seoksoon flirt with each other (and jihoon) and happy ever after! shakes the earth i dont know how to write confessions but you get it theyre gay they profit OKAY.

#stream of consciousness #11pm is for ssh #this was fully stream of consciousness i just typed this entire thing in 30min #sksnhn:au

[hollypies]

wow. yeah. thats really. not good. that they arent taking any thoughts, feelings or concerns about yourself. absolutsly not ok what theyre saying to you bud, im sorry they cant see how fucking important your feelings are

Its not that bad I promise!! Everyone's jsut . A littke stressed i guess anf my dad really wants this vacation to be good because it's gonna be our last one as a family now that my brother has a job anf! And my parents are already stressed due to just. Just a lot and my youngest brother is difficult for my dad to deal with and its judt a lot !!

I guess the last thing they want to here is me telling them my feet hurt on a trip they really want to turn out good. Anf I. I keep messing up anyway and I keep saying stupid things and they just wsnt this to be the best trip because its our last and. Anf im trying my best but its still mostly my fault.

#holly answers #im fine everything is fine #ill just deal with it myself like i usually do #besides its not like my parents can make all of us happy. #thres four kids anf my littlest brother has autism anf #anf things stress him out. not that my dad does anything. #i dont know. i wish i could just go to them for comfort #i think the last time i went to my dad for comfort wad when Boots died. that was a year ago #anf my mom. she does her best really but my truamas and . my troubles #hers were so much worse so so much worse anf #and most of the things im struggling with happened about a year ago so #so why would i still be stucj up on these stupid #whatever whatever im nkt. im not gonna open thqt barrel its fine anyway #i just need to keeo my mouth shut anf everything will be fine

[oumaheroes]

omo more Prussia headcanons pls. Maybe some abt his relationship with Germany hehe

Okie dokey, here we go.

To start off, I think he's a wonderful character. Like all older characters in Hetalia, he's gone through a real ebb and flow of development and representation over the years- early fandom depictions he was either little more than a bumbling nuisance who 'kesesese'd' in the background, all the way to whiney, annoying, antagonist.

For me, I do see him as having a few of these traits. He a joker, for sure, someone who loves to mess about and play with people and make the most out of a moment. As I mentioned in these headcanons, he says what he thinks without considering or caring about the repercussions and this makes him a very brash personality, which isn’t for everyone.

He's lived a long time, he’s been through a lot of crap, and he's not got time for anyone's bullshit. He wants to enjoy himself and do things that make him happy; Prussia can be plenty serious when the time calls for it but when he doesn't have to be, he's very much of the opinion of 'why should I? That's boring.' He’s had years of boring things, horrible things, sad things, and he’s very much of the opinion that if you have a choice to do something that makes you happy, fucking do it man, the only one stopping you is you. (He’s a very bad influence for self indulgence).

Speaking of boredom, he is someone who can be easily distracted. He's the kinda guy who hyperfixates anf focuses on things to be point of forgetting to eat, but if he doesn't want to do something? Boy, have fun trying to get him to. He's very difficult to engage when he doesn't have any personal interest in an activity or topic, or when he doesn't see the benefit of something/ doesn't care about the benefits.

He's also a Big Nerd. Big big nerd. He has a lot of passionate hobbies that he takes very seriously, like his diaries, and unabashedly enjoys them to the fullest. His diaries are fancy and expensive, and his penmanship is to die for.

He’s not the strongest of guys, but he's very nimble and quick. Definitely what you'd consider to be scrappy when it comes to fighting technique and he gives it his all; he will not go down till he collapses. This, combined with his brilliant tactical abilities, makes him deadly and covers for any deficiency he may have in strength compared to his opponent.

Regarding his relationship with Germany, I think it's one that is very warm and healthy. Unlike certain other nation siblings (*cough*UkBros*cough*) Prussia was, and is, very openly affectionate to Germany and very encouraging of his growth and progress. They spent a lot of time together when Germany was young and Prussia made sure to raise him in a way that supported him, rather than putting him down. Prussia is very patient and good with children- he enjoys being silly, and he also takes them seriously. He's good at recognising what they need him to be and isn't held back by shame when it comes to acting like a big child himself.

Speaking of a big child, does Prussia cause issues sometimes? Yes. Does he stress Germany out to high heaven by digging himself into messy situations that need the government to come in and clean up after him? Oh boy yes. Germany dreads France, Spain, England, or Denmark visiting to spend time with Prussia; bad things will happen and Germany will most likely be woken up in the middle of the night to help them out of whatever drunken nonsense they've got themselves into.

I think @mandelene writes him stunningly well and I love whenever he appears in her work. I feel like she's got the perfect balance of jokey, light hearted dweeb and hugely intelligent and loyal friend, which for me is how Prussia acts regularly with people both young and old, depending on the situation.

His relationship with Germany has gone through rocky patches, the aftermath of WWII being one. Politics and war aside, I think as a person Prussia would have a lot to contend with regarding being dissolved in favour of his younger brother. This area is a difficult one to go into detail about though, and I'm not comfortable openly exploring the whys and hows of politics too much- I'm nowhere near knowledgeable enough to give a well rounded opinion and map it to an anime character (if it even can/ should be done).

I will say though, that for the most part the brothers are good friends as well as family, always have been, and enjoy spending time together as adults.

Prussia's questionable mortality does raise an uncomfortable feeling for Germany though and it is something they Do. Not. Talk. About, and likely won't until it's far too late. Prussia doesn't want to make Germany sad or guilty or awkward, and Germany doesn't want to acknowledge that it's happening, or any of the bad feelings that go along with that. They're not talking about it, which means he can pretend it's not really happening and so it sits between them silently and patiently, twisting Germany's stomach when he notices crow's feet gathering around his brother's eyes.

#aph prussia #hws prussia #hetalia headcanons #gilbert beilschmidt #aph #hetalia #hws #thanks for the ask! #i love prussia a lot #can you tell? #he's such a good egg #heroes answers #heroes headcanons

[hello-yue-here]

Yuetara, zukka, and maiko

yuetara

ship

1) its not one of my main ships. i dont rlly read fanfic for them but if i see a cute fanart of them ill enjoy it and i think i first started shipping it because of good fanarts for them.

2) i like yuetara because of how similar they are. theyre both women from the water tribe. they both understand the misogyny that they have faced. and they both said f sexism im gonna be a strong woman. i also love the tui and la parallel. moon spirit and ocean spirit parallel COME ON. YUE IS THE MOON. KATARA IS THE MOST POWERFUL WATERBENDER. THEY ARE THE OCEAN AND THE MOON. the push and pull they could give eachother. that dynamic ftw.

3) i guess if i didnt like something about this ship would be the fact that if i read a fic or see a fanart w yuetara then than means in that particular au i wont get any yuekka and yuekka is probably my second favorite ship. but then again if i get yuetara than i could get a plethora of other sokka ships to go with it so my sadness disappears in like two seconds. gosh shipping is hard sometimes until you remember ‘hey i have like fifty different universes in my head. all ur ships can coexist in ur brain olivia’ other than that i really see no downsides to this ship. maybe i wish it had more content. maybe if it had more content id ship it a lot more but its not one of the more popular ships so the content is kinda few n far between on my feed.

zukka:

SHIPPP

1) my boys. my babies. my loves. i watched this show for the first time when it came out on netflix and when it ended i really didnt ship anything other than kataang. i came onto tumblr to find fun atla content and one of the very first things i saw under the atla tag was zukka content. i was like oh? whats this? zukka? interesting... i was intrigued so i found a list of fic recs and i fell in love with the ship. the rest is history. its probably my number one ship because it was my very first ship here and im nostalgic

2) oh boy there is so much i like about this ship. i relate to a shit ton of characters in atla. but sokka and zuko may be the ones i relate to most. i relate to sokka because i tend to feel second best a lot to my friends. i try to stay positive but things rarely go the way i plan or hope for them too and while im happy for my friends and their achievements i oftentimes find myself thinking why cant that be me? and i see this a lot in sokka especially in sokkas master. i dont feel special a lot and idk seeing sokka feel the same way and then realizing he is special kinda helped me realize that im special too. on the flipside i relate to zuko because i have wild anger issues and difficulty dealing w my emotions a lot as well. i get broody and short tempered and insecure very often and i tend to push people away and i refuse to ask for help (the amount of teachers and adults and therapists who have told me its okay to ask for help ur not any weaker because of it is astounding. do i listen to them? .....im working on it.) and i saw a shit ton of this in zuko. book one and two zuko rarely asks for help as seen in the blue spirit and zuko alone and he pushes away uncle so many times and even when the gaang iffers to help him in i think its the chase he tells them to leave. when he finally has his redemption and joins the gaang and lets them kinda become a better person i was so happy. i want that for myself yk. seeing him finally win the agni kai and overcome his family that always told him he was nothing was such a win. my sister and i get along but when we were children we were very much like zuko and azula. it was extremely competitive all the time and there was so much toxicity and sibling drama to a concerning extent. we get along great now which im very happy about but yeah their sibling relationship hit a lil too on the nose for me. seeing as i relate to these character so much and want them ti be happy i want to live vicariously through them so seeing them together is amazing for me to project into them. i love projecting onto fictional characters and with them i can project onto BOTH so its a winwin. plus so many zukka fics are so well written and heartwarming and heartbreaking and emotional and fluffy anf UGH the talent here us astounding.

3) what do i not like about the ship? again the list is long. oops. mainly the toxic shippers. there are so many toxic zukka stans that sometimes make it hard for me to enjoy this ship but hey! thats what the block button is for:) i despise how often people infantilize zuko and completely ruin his character for the sake of making him a soft weak lil boy who needs protecting. thats just not zuko for me. and ive seen many many accounts even state that this kind of portrayal of zuko is rooted in racist stereotypes about asian men (now i am white so i personally have never experiences racism but i feel the need to bring that up because it is wrong and attention needs to be brought to it because a lot of poc fans have criticised this) and the same for sokka. some ppl rlly skew his character and make him a big strong brute and hypermasculine and once again poc fans have said that this take is rooted in racist stereotypes. again! these are just my opinions! this is my favorite ship! but i think its important to acknowledge some of the bad parts of our ships as well and be critical where criticism is needed :))

maiko

ship

1) I LOVE MAIKO. “i dont hate you” “i dont hate you too” BRUH. my little heart just burst into flames. im sorry guys but maiko is so cute. they hate everything except eachother. BRUH that is one of the cutest tropes. i shipped them the moment i saw them together onscreen and i was so happy when zukos face lit up in the finale when mai came back.

2) “i hate everything but i have a soft spot for you” TAKE MY MONEY I AM A SUCKER FOR THIS. they are so cute together. like zuko is rarely happy in a majority of atla but mai makes him happy and i- 🥺🥺 HE DESERVES IT. and mai is always so supportive of him. when hes stressing out about the war meeting she tries her best to comfort him. and zuko cares about her too. he may not be the best at showing it but oh my god hes TRYING HIS BEST. i think its a very accurate portrayal of teenage relationships because they arent perfect and they do fight but like,, every teenage relationship does that. and even after everything and how he left her in the fire nation she still had his back at boiling rock. she still risked her life against azula to save his butt.

3) the thing i hate about maiko isnt even about maiko. its about antis who think mai is toxic and that zuko deserves better. that has got to be the worst take ive ever heard. they had a fight in ember island. that is NORMAL. they are teenagers. they are not perfect. but underneath all the rough edges and things they need to work out they still care about eachother so freaking much. i genuinelt believe that neither of them would do anything to intentionally hurt the other and i think thats what matters the most. if anything mai is the best girlfriend in the entire world because zuko fucked up like,, quite a few times. he got rlly jealous and dumped her thru a letter and ppl always say that mai was toxic for being mad at him for those two things. umm she had every right to be mad at him for both of those. and while zuko is allowed to feel his emotions and be angry sometimes as well sometimes he needs to think things thru and realize that hey maybe some if this jealousy is unfounded. BUT EVEN THEN. HE RESPECTED HER FEELINGS AND DIDNT TOUCH HER WHEN SHE SAID DONT TOUCH ME. HE RESPECTED HER. so i hate toxic maiko takes because they are literally so wrong in my opinion.

again all of these are just my opinions!! feel free to agree or disagree but please be respectful!! i will respect whatever u think as well because this is all just for fun :)

#atla #avatar the last airbender #zukka #yuetara #maiko #ship game #ask game #long post #wow i wrote a lot #also if anyone wants to talk ships feel free to message me!

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Dating a member of Guns n Roses... - Headcannon

Request: Headcannon about what is like to date each member of gnr?

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AXL ROSE:

Dating Axl could be described as dating a bomb, both in the positive and negative way. It is something to definitely consider, since he could wake up and be the sweetest man to you and be on time to shows and actually do what hes told and then on another day he'd wake up and be serious or turn his attention to something else, overwhelm himself and explode with the minimum.

Putting emotional instability on the table, listening and caring for him is something that happens often, most times hes comes and talks to you about whatever is happening, after he's exploded, he gets pulled down from the skies with you and grounds his head.

Aside from that, dating Ax meant being spoiled, him buying you clothes, taking you out to diner dates, late night stay-at-home dates, kisses, pda, all of it!

He’s a hopeless romantic, he loves to secretly fantazise about the future you both could have, buying a house with extra rooms for children, putting a ring on your finger, growing old with you, and when you tell him that you want to move in together he lets you know all about his plans for the future. 

He loves to show you off, he’s the type of guy who loves to match, even if is only on small details, he never fails to talk about you, and often drives the band mad with just how much he talks about you while on tour, that is, only when you don’t accompany him since you have to work as well, which by the way, he’s totally against since “I can take care of you just fine” but you refuse since you are independent. 

Although he loves your private diner nights and dates, he also likes to party, hang out with his friends, get drunk, do crazy and stupid stuff sometimes, and you love to go out and just have fun with your friends as well, so you both attend many parties and after parties, also host many in you house eventually when you move in. 

You’re a couple that aren’t afraid of the media or the critics, you are who you are and do what you want, some of Axl arrogance definetly rubbed onto you if you weren’t already an arrogant person, and that meant a lot of experimentation in the sexual way with other people, private orgies with models and actors. 

But when it came to your intimate private sex, it was a rollercoaters, but a good one, one who made your knees weak and made you scream the whole ride. Axl was definetly a giver, he loved to make your eyes roll back and have you moan his name over and over, he loved to be told jusy how good he was making you feel, loved to touch you and make you feel good, sex was sometimes slow and passionate, but it could also be kinky and hard. Blindfolds, hanf cuffs, spankings, toys, he was always up expementing. 

During arguments you and Axl wer both rude, they tend to be explosive, but no matter where you are, you always waited to be in private, never in front of the cameras, and never in front of his or your friends. He says words that hurt and so do you, you attack each other with words and skin the other to the bone, cry and yell and break stuff to let the anger out, and end up having some sort of makeup passionate sex, ask for forgiveness, fix the problem once your anger is out and then move on.

IZZY STRADLIN:

When it comes to dating Izzy, a word that completely describes the vibe is: healthy. Even when he's fucked up on something he'll listen to you, he knows you mean well and when the rest of the boys say he's wipped for you for listening, he just shooks his head. And when is time for you to listen you do as well, in a relationship with Iz the only thing you both want is to grow together and learn from the other.

He is a really private guy, so pda doesn't happen much, although when you're both alone he is turned into a fluff ball. The simple things are what really matter between you and him, holding hands, sleeping next to each other, private dinner dates, showering together or waking up slow in the morning, because of his schedule you don't see each other often, so little moments like those are the ones that he appreciates the most.

Izzy is definitely a family guy; he wanted the simple life, pushing aside that he was in gnr, you and him eventually bought a small home with a big garden to raise a couple kids, have a few dogs, a place have a home a raise a family

During arguments shits never hit the fan, he was the type of guy to walk away to cool off and think about the problem from every point of view, to find a solution, and just talk calmly, and although that irritated you sometimes you were glad he did that, since it gave you time to think about it as well. Arguments would always be solved talking, they could get emotional at times, but they just made your relationship stronger.

Although Izzy was a reserved and quiet guy, every time he deemed appropriate, his hands were on you, loved to fuck you anywhere and anytime, if it wasn't you the one waking him up by rubbing your ass on him it'd be him the one leaving a trail of kisses on your neck, and then after breakfast you'd hop into the shower together and what once was innocent would turn dirty as he fucked you in the shower, sex during movies and before bed, sex in the couch or in the morning, in your backyard during the middle of the night, didn't matter where.

He loved to have you moan in his ear, to have his back scratched and to feel you tight around him right before you came. No matter what kind of sex it was he always loved to hold you close and tight. Love making would always be sweet and tender, but because of your neediness and his, it would end up being dirty and fast.

When you did go out to party with friends however, he was the one who'd talk and talk and talk, with anyone who talked back to him, you on the other hand loved to dance and jump around to the beat of a song, then, drunk out of your asses you'd join the other and talk pure bullshit, pure nonsense and laugh until your stomachs hurt, only to catch a cap home to have some drunken messy sex.

When he left gnr and sobered up he was a mess, a little unsure of the future of his carreer, but he was ready to leave the life he once knew, he wss happy he could finally have the quiet life you and him always talked about, so when he began his solo project and you went back to your normal 9 to 5 job he finally put a ring on it.

STEVEN ADLER:

Dating Steven is just the sweetest thing on earth, although when it got nasty it got nasty.

Steven was sweet and child like no matter how high or sober he was, he wad always loving and caring, always put you first in everything, even when it was time to make decisions about himself. Something that always made you a tad unconfy since you always told that although it was fine to have you as a priority, having himself as one was good too.

But when you two argued, it was like all the heavenly trance of love had become hell in a matter of seconds, screaming and calling each other names, and although you two were grown ass adults you two always stayed childish and it took days to fix an argument.

Steven is always protective of you, always jealous, when you two go out he never leaves you alone, always has a hand around your waist or hips to let everyone know you're his, especially when you visit him on tour with motley crue

When he gets kicked out of gnr you are his support system, he's a mess and using even more then before, depressed and just hopeless, and without you to hold and talk to and spend time with he would have dug himself down deeper into depression then he already was.

On a happy tune, when you guys eventually move in, which is super early in the relationship, you get dogs, not only pugs, and they become your kids before your actual kids come in the picture.

Sex with Steven was always passionate, no matter what, although it wsd passionate as well, between all the dirty talks he always manage to make you feel loved and comfortable, and he never failed to make you laugh during sex as well.

Stevie loved when you rode him, loves to have you on a full view as you fuck him, loves to hold your hips, and spread your ass, loves to touch and play with your breasts, he loves to watch your face twisted in pleasure, he's all down to receive but nothing turns him more than knowing that the reason you're cumin over and over is him.

SLASH:

Dating slash meant parties and drugs anf arguments and laughs and just everything. Dating him is like having a best friend, a friend with benefits, a boyfriend and a husband all together, it meant experimenting.

In sex he just wasn't scared of anything, and the confidence in your relationship that just permited the other to experiment with other people in the bedroom but together obvs, no matter what the other would suggest you and him would be down.

Having that trust also meant that there was enough trust to be open and honest, so when he'd fuck up in someway or you, you'd talk about it, because at the end of the day, mistakes get made, and also you were both mature enough to fix through it and talk about it maturely

Arguments with him were passive aggressive, no yelling or calling names or breaking stuff, more like silent treats and them being broken only to say something that would refer to your argument or by apologies. By the end of it you'd be fine though

Slash wasn't the jealous type, but at the same time if a guy would talk to you a little too sweet he wouldn't hesitate into throwing punches.

You never move in together officially until you get married, he had his house and you had yours, but you hsd half of your stuff in his place and he had half of his place in yours, when you stayed over at his place it'd be for weeks and it was the same for him, you pretty much lived together but had to places.

DUFF MCKAGAN:

Dating duff was a dream, when he wasn't on drugs at least. He was caring and loving, our boy is a hopeless romantic, always had flowers and dates and always showed you off, he was also a kinky bastard.

Sex was either rough or sweet, there was no in between, he treated you like a princess or a whore from hell. Always making sure you're comfortable though, and the after sex was always caring, you'd always showered and then cuddled after.

Duff was always a family man, so often you talked about a future together, with a few kids and some dogs, a house to host holiday parties. You both just knew you'd end up married.

When he was really deep on drugs however, it was a nightmare, when he didn't have his dose he was just the most insufferable human on earth, picking fights just because, and then he'd have his dose and apologise. When he got sober though, he kind of told you that he was going to dissapear for a little to the mountains and have his own way of rehab, and although you were scared you trusted him.

When he came back, after a little sentimental talk about how he felt great and how much y'all missed the other, he proposed.

Duff was never the jealous type, he loved showing you around and taking you places and when someone would approach you he just love to see their face fall when you'd turn them down, and he was always there when the other person would get too pushy.

During arguments even when either of you wanted to just go completely crazy and yell and hurt the other, you never did, instead you'd take breather and talk, talk and talk, repeat yourself over and over and then eventually come to a neutral space and fix the arguments, it's was all healthy

#guns n roses #guns n roses smut #guns n roses oneshot #guns n roses headcannon #axl rose #axl rose smut #axl rose oneshot #Izzy Stradlin #izzy stradlin imagine #izzy stradlin smut #Steven Adler #steven adler smut #steven adler oneshot #slash #slash oneshot #slash smut #duff mckagan #duff mckagan imagine #duff mckagan smut

[meloingly]

Drunk In This Love They Have

@carlosreyesweek Day 7: Writer’s Choice

Summary: Owen wakes up with a start. He's not sure what exactly roused him, but he's awake now. He rubs his eyes, taking a moment to stretch out on the bed. The flicker of the clock attracts his vision, and he reads the blue "1:23 AM" with a frown. Why did he wake up after midnight?!

The lights inside turn on, and the door finally closes. Owen takes a few moments sitting in the car alone, in the dark. He supposes he should feel some loneliness, but he doesn’t. All he feels is happiness and giddiness for his son, amusement regarding the entire situation, and hope for the future that TK and Carlos will be sharing together.

Tags: Carlos Reyes, TK Strand, Owen Strand, Established Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Soft Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Sweet Carlos Reyes (9-1-1 Lone Star), Drunk Carlos Reyes, Good Parent Owen Strand.

Warnings: Drunk flirting and awkward dad existence. 

This is such a crack, dumbass fic but I love it so much. It has just been finished too. I have two settings apparently. Finish a fic a month before the event, or three hours before the end of the event.

This idea came from the  "Mi Amor Tarlos" discord server. Major kudos to Kate <3

As usual, @lire-casander is the best human to ever exist. I am, once again, writing this as she goes over the final edit of the fic. She's beauty, she's grace, she's right about the best thing I've gotten out of this fandom <3

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters depicted, they belong to their creators. I'm writing just for the fun

Read on AO3.

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Owen wakes up with a start. He's not sure what exactly roused him, but he's awake now. He rubs his eyes, taking a moment to stretch out on the bed. The flicker of the clock attracts his vision, and he reads the blue "1:23 AM" with a frown. Why did he wake up after midnight?!

He turns to a side, pulling his blanket up around his shoulder and trying to find a position that'll send him back to slumber when his phone pings. He decides to ignore it, the edges of sleep tickling his consciousness when it pings again, and again.

With a sigh, he reaches forward and grabs his phone, the glare of the screen blinding him for a moment until he turns on the bedside table. He looks back at the phone, finding five messages from Carlos.

A chill runs through Owen. For a moment he thinks something happened with TK. But then he remembers that they're both off for the next day, and he knows that TK is asleep in his room down the hall. He relaxes immediately, only to frown again when his phone pings with yet another message. He opens the thread.

Carlos Reyes: HIIIIIII TJ

Carlos Reyes: TL***

Carlos Reyes: TK********

Carlos Reyes: i drank sooo mucj

Carlos Reyes: i am frunk

Carlos Reyes: i lobe yoi sooo muvj

Owen stares at his phone, blinking in confusion. Carlos is… drunk, that much he's sure of. And he loves his son, which he's glad about. But he also seems to think that Owen is actually TK. Which is unfortunate. He's about to reply with a clarification when he gets four new messages in quick succession.

Carlos Reyes: i niss tou too

Carlos Reyes: van i see yiu when I het hone?

Carlos Reyes: i wamma cuffle

Carlos Reyes: cuddle

He can't help the smile that graces his face. Seeing how Carlos still thinks about his son, even in a drunk state, warms a deep corner of his soul. It's the kind of love he's always hoped for his son.

Carlos Reyes: amd kiss tou

Carlos Reyes: ans fuck yoi

And then it's no longer wholesome. He groans, dropping the phone and covering his face, as if that'll somehow erase the image that's been painted in his mind. He moves his phone away, putting it down on the table when it pings again, and again, and again.

He groans out loud again, reaching for the phone as he takes a deep breath. Two more pings come in during the time it takes him to do that. He turns the screen on, bringing the thread back up.

Carlos Reyes: uoire thw best thinj to eber hapoen to me

Carlos Reyes: i wanma lobe yoi forevr

Carlos Reyes: ill dhow yoi wiyh endless kissed

Owen glares at the phone, as if it can travel through the phone and reach Carlos. He sees the three dots bubbling about and he makes a decision, bringing up his own keyboard to type a reply.

Owen Strand: Carlos, this is Owen. You're texting the wrong Strand.

The bubbles pause for a moment, and Owen thinks he's going to get an apology text, or maybe even he'll get ignored and that will be tomorrow's problem. But they come back on the screen three seconds later and then he's getting a message.

Carlos Reyes: anf lobing sex

Carlos Reyes: yoi shoufl pivk me up do we cab habe s fucj

In a decision made over a split second, Owen is getting out of bed and marching down the hall to TK's room. He pauses at the door, straining to listen for movement. When he doesn't hear anything he softly knocks on the door. He gets a soft "hmm" almost immediately. So he swings the door open.

He finds TK in bed, blanket crowded at his feet and a book in his hands, eyes wide and awake. He pauses for a second, he was sure TK would be asleep. They did just return from a twenty-four-hour shift a few hours ago. He’s about to ask when TK beats him to it.

"You okay?" TK asks, looking at the clock on his bedside table. "It's almost one-thirty, dad. Why are you still awake?"

Owen sighs, remembering the reason he came in search of TK in the first place. There's a lot of things he would have seen himself telling his son, his own blood and flesh, at an hour after midnight. This is not one of them. And yet.

"Your boyfriend is drunk and wants to have sex with you," he says, going straight to the point.

TK stares at him, head turning to a side in pure confusion as his forehead creases into a frown. "My what? What?!"

"Your. Boyfriend. Is. Drunk. And. Wants. To. Have. Sex. With. You," he repeats.

"Wait, how do you know, what are you talking about?!" He asks, putting the book down and coming to a weird half-seated position where he has one leg half bent out in front of him and the other is tucked underneath him.

As if on cue, Owen's phone pings two more times. He brings the phone up, reading the messages quickly and then he's stepping into TK's room, scrolling up to the beginning of the messages and handing the phone over.

Carlos Reyes: r u oivking me uo?

Carlos Reyes: ill oay you eith sex

He watches as TK's eyes move from one side to the other on the screen, smiling at parts and then eyes widening at others, before he ends with a hand to his face, hiding away behind his palms.

"Oh, god," he groans. "He's so drunk."

Owen can't help the snort that rises through his throat, shaking in head in amusement. "Yes, that's an understatement."

The phone rings again in TK's hand. They share a look before TK turns the screen on and reads the messages. Owen doesn't want to know what the contents are when they're the cause of a bright red flush that takes over TK's face and neck. Still, he can't resist when the opportunity presents itself like this.

"What's he saying?"

TK stutters, looking up at Owen then down at the phone. "He's asking if I'm picking him up. The designated driver is drunk too."

Owen might have not been there for the large part of his kid's life, but he still knows when he's hiding something. And right now, TK is hiding something. But he understands; he knows his relationship with TK isn't usual, he knows that they are way too comfortable discussing their sex lives, but Carlos isn't. And Owen can't do much more than nod in acceptance when his son is trying to protect and respect his boyfriend's dignity.

"Okay, get dressed. Be at the door in ten minutes," he gets off the bed, heading to the door.

"Wait, wait, what?" TK calls. "Where are we going?"

Owen turns around slowly, facing TK, as if the answer wasn't obvious. "We're going to pick him up. You don't have a license yet, so I'm driving," he explains. "So let's go, your man is waiting."

It takes TK a moment, but then he’s getting on his feet and moving around the bed into his closet. Owen closes the door and walks to his own room, changing his pyjama pants to sweatpants and slipping into a pair of sneakers. He’s at the front door in minutes, keys and wallet in hand. TK comes barrelling through the house behind him in seconds.

They’re in the car, Owen turning the ignition on, when a quick succession of four or five messages ping through. TK glances at him out of the corner of his eye before he focuses back on his hands and turns the screen on. Owen catches the edge of a picture, and, from what he could tell, it’s just a selfie of Carlos and his partner, Jack. He decides to focus on the task in hand, asking TK for the location of the bar and swerving out of their driveway.

The drive isn’t that long, the bar a mere fifteen minutes away from their home. They spend the ride singing along to the music coming from the Bluetooth speakers, until a few messages ping through, at which point TK would stop singing, pull up the messages, type something in reply, and then get back to the singing.

They’re about half-way there when the ringing sounds around the entire car. Owen recognises the call notification and presses on the reply button a little too fast for his brain to remember that Carlos is texting him right now, and this is probably Carlos calling, and the phone is connected to the car’s Bluetooth system.

“HIIIIIIIIIII!” Carlos’ loud, clearly drunk and slurring voice fills the car a bare second after he’s pressed the button on his steering wheel, his tone so high-pitched Owen finds himself wincing.

“Hi! Hi, baby, hi,” TK is already screaming in reply, bringing the phone to his mouth only to pull it away when he realises it’s all around him, and then just saying it into the void. “Are you okay? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything is perfecto,” Carlos answers with a sigh, his voice muffled and mixing with the bar around him now that he isn’t screaming. “I just miss you, so, so, so much. And I’m sad.”

Owen glances at TK, the look of worry on his face mirrored on TK’s.

“Why are you sad? Is everything okay?”

“Jack is hugging and kissing Alana, and I’m here, alone and lonely,” Carlos replies in a tone that makes Owen right about a hundred percent sure that he’s pouting. He shakes his head as TK chuckles.

“You’re not lonely baby, you’re there with your friends,” he reminds Carlos.

“But my friends are kissing each other and making out and I think Alana has her hand in Jack’s pants and I’m here without your hands in my pa-”

The rest of his sentence is cut by a short scream from TK as he fumbles with the phone, finally pressing the button that disconnects the Bluetooth. Owen manages to resist laughing out loud but he has no power against the grin that splits his face wide. He feigns ignorance as he listens to TK whispering his replies. Somehow, even through the phone and the distance, he still hears Carlos, loud, loveable and oh so drunk.

A few minutes later and they’re finally pulling up the bar, pulling into the parking lot. Owen finds the closest free spot, putting the car in park and turning to face TK, who has his head down, the phone still pressed to his ear. He seems to have not even realised that they’ve arrived at their destination.

“Hey,” he nudges TK, nodding towards the bar when TK looks up at him. “Go get him.”

TK smiles at Owen, opening the door and dropping his phone into the seat. “I’ll call you if I need anything?” he asks, closing the door and moving towards the bar when Owen nods.

He follows TK until he disappears into the threshold of the bar, then closes his eyes and rests his head on the backrest of his seat as he sighs. He isn’t sure how his night came to this end, but here he is. He’s also sure he would have never done the same for any of TK’s previous boyfriends. But Carlos isn’t any boyfriend. Carlos is… Carlos is good. Carlos is a different type of man than the ones TK has been with. Carlos is nice, and respectful, and sweet. Carlos loves his son.

He supposes that’s what this all comes down to. The fact that he knows that Carlos loves his son, the way he always knew TK deserves to be loved. And he knows that TK loves Carlos, too. It’s the love that he’s only ever dreamt of TK having, a dream that seemed to get farther and farther away with every new man TK introduced him to. Until Carlos walked into TK’s life. He doesn’t want to undermine TK’s own work and tribulations to make himself better, but Carlos has no doubt been a large part of the support system he’s had during that time.

And so, if Owen has to wake up at one-thirty in the morning to drive his son to a bar so he can pick up said son’s drunk boyfriend, he’s willing to do that in a heartbeat.

A dull crash against the side of the car has Owen opening his eyes in alarm and looking at the side-mirrors of the car. He doesn’t see anything in the driver’s side of the car, but when he looks towards the passenger’s side, well, he sees TK, back pressed to the side of the car. And he sees Carlos, hovering over TK. And he sees two tongues fighting in the middle of the space between them before their mouths slam back together. And then, through the car, he hears the loud, unmistakable moan.

“Oh, no. No, no, no,” he groans, looking back in front of him. It’s one thing for him to read what Carlos wants to do to his son, it’s a completely different thing for him to see it starting to happen. He takes a few deep breaths, glancing at the mirror every few moments. When he sees that they’re still in the same position, he leans over the console, knocking on the window until TK breaks the kiss and turns around.

His eyes widen when he sees Owen, hands coming up from wherever they are to hold Carlos around the shoulders. TK might have seen Owen, but Carlos seems to still be in his own fairyland; he trails kisses down TK’s neck until he gets to a spot and then his head stops in there. Owen doesn’t need to guess what Carlos is doing right now, the way TK’s eyes flutter shut tell him all he needs to know.

But no, this is too much. He leans over, knocking on the window again until TK’s eyes open and takes a deep breath, hands tightening around Carlos’ shoulders as he slowly pulls him away. Owen did not need to see the line of saliva connecting Carlos’ lips to TK’s neck.

He hears them exchange a few sentences, voice low and sultry, if he has to guess. Carlos’ eyes are blown wide, a smile permanently glued on his face, even as he nods and shakes his head in reply to whatever TK is saying. He hears Carlos giggle one last time and then TK is moving them back enough to open the back door.

“Hello, Mister Strand,” Carlos greets him the moment the door is open, words slurred, smile wide and eyes bright. “How ya doin?”

“I’m all good, Carlos, how are you?” he asks, chuckling as TK helps Carlos settle in.

“I’m fantastic! Did you know that TK came to pick me up because I asked him to?!”

This time Owen really can’t help the laugh that booms out of his chest. He hears TK snicker as well, Carlos joining in at the end. “Did he now?”

“Yes, yes, he did,” he nods his head almost aggressively. “He’s the bestest ever. I love him so much.”

“I love you too, baby,” TK replies, kissing Carlos softly on the lips as he finally finishes securing the seatbelt. Owen turns around, focusing on turning on the car -as if it takes that much concentration- to give them a moment alone. He hears them exchange “I love you’s” a few times and then TK retreats, closing the back door and opening the front one to get his own self into the car.

TK is barely a foot into the car when Carlos calls from the backseat. “TK?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” he asks, turning around in his seat to look at Carlos.

“Why are you so far away? How am I supposed to hold you?” Carlos speaks in the same tone as earlier, the one Owen thought was coming from a pouting face. Looking at the rearview mirror, he sees that there is indeed a pout on Carlos.

“I’m right here, baby,” TK answers, extending an arm to rub at Carlos’ curls.

“But, you’re so far away. I’m all alone in this big seat! You should sit here! With me! You can even sit on m-”

“OKAY!!!!” TK interrupts yet again. “Let’s not do that, baby. We need to be safe.”

Owen hears a sigh and then Carlos is mumbling his approval. He waits until TK is twisted back in his seat and has put his seatbelt on before he starts the journey back.

It’s only then that he realises they haven’t discussed where they would be driving back to.

“Where are we going, TK?”

“TO SEX LAND!” Carlos screams, and a perfectly coordinated groan leaves both the Strand men.

“Carlos, no!” TK retorts.

“Carlos, YES!” Carlos says back.

Owen sees TK opening his mouth from the corner of his eye, but Carlos evidently isn’t finished speaking.

“Hey, Owen, you should take us to my house, that way we can make as much noise as we want,” he says, much to the dismay of everyone that isn’t Carlos. He doesn’t seem to realise what’s wrong with what he’s saying, he just keeps talking. “TK gets really loud at times, and I do too to be honest, and it’s so hard to stay quiet when we are in your house, so we should go to my house.”

As funny as this entire situation is, the conviction with which Carlos says it leaves Owen no choice but to respect him, even as TK tries to sink deeper into his seat in an attempt to blend with the upholstery.

“Okay, Carlos, I’ll take you guys to your house,” Owen says, shaking his head at both Carlos and TK’s shenanigans.

“Thank yooou, Owen,” Carlos says. Owen is about to focus back on the street when Carlos gasps, and the sound of skin hitting skin echoes around in the car.

Owen looks through the rearview mirror, finding Carlos with his hands covering his mouth, and eyes wide, as if he just saw something from his nightmares. The empty streets make it easy for Owen to cross two lanes and stop in the sideway, both Strands turning around to face a now teary-eyed Carlos.

Owen turns on the overhead lights as TK fumbles with his seatbelt, trying to get it undone, even as he keeps his eyes on Carlos, asking him what’s wrong. It’s only when he’s in the backseat with him that Carlos unclutches his face and wipes his tears.

“I was rude to your dad, TK. I was so rude to your dad, my mom is going to be so mad at me,” he whispers. “I didn’t say mister, TK.”

Owen feels the concern -so thick a moment ago- melt and dissolve into nothing. He sinks into his seat, turning to sit straight. TK stays back with Carlos, wiping his tears and whispering sweet nothings as he assures him that his mother would not be mad at him. Carlos tries to fight him on it, saying that she most definitely would be, but he stops pretty quick once TK asks if he trusts him.

He uses the distraction to grab his phone from the glove compartment, where TK disposed of it earlier. He brings up the camera, making sure that the flash is off, and presses on record.

He can’t see the screen and what he’s filming, but through the rearview mirror, he sees TK wiping Carlos’ tears, forehead leaning on him as he presses kisses to his temple in between whispers and smiles. He sees Carlos hold onto TK’s arm, looking up at him with a soft smile and wet tears. A few moments later Carlos giggles and TK smiles at him, pressing a final kiss to his forehead before he straightens up and buckles himself next to Carlos.

He’s about to turn off the camera when Carlos presses a kiss to TK’s shoulder and lays his head onto it. His hand runs along TK’s arm, intertwining their fingers. “I love you,” he whispers.

TK takes a breath, a soft smile gracing his face as he turns his face to another kiss atop Carlos’ curls.

Owen turns off the screen, putting the phone away and switching off the light. He turns on the car, focusing back on the journey.

By the time he’s pulling up into Carlos’ driveway, the back seat is quiet. He switches the car off, looking back to find Carlos -head still on TK’s shoulder- with his eyes closed and mouth open in soft, almost inaudible snores. TK has the fondest expression on his face as he looks down at Carlos, a hand wrapped around his, the other sweeping around Carlos’ head, playing with his curls.

He almost regrets bursting their bubble, but he doesn’t think the car is the most comfortable place for them all to be right now. So he lays a hand on TK’s knee, waiting until he looks up at him, looking almost dazed. “We’re here,” he whispers.

TK looks out of the window, recognition dawning on him. He nods in reply before he focuses down on Carlos, whispering to him softly as his eyes flutter open and he slowly rouses from his doze.

Carlos looks up at TK, a brief moment of a smile coming onto him before he stretches his limbs out as much as the car allows and then he curls back into his place, mumbling incoherence.

“Come on, baby, we’re here,” TK whispers. “Let’s go inside.”

Carlos opens his eyes at that, staring up at TK. “We gon’ cuddle?” he asks.

TK chuckles, shaking his head, the loving look never leaving his face. “Yeah, let’s go cuddle.”

Owen watches as TK helps himself and then Carlos out of the car, and then holds Carlos around the waist as they walk up the porch. TK takes a moment to slip his hand into Carlos’ front pocket, producing a set of keys that he inserts into the front door lock.

As they move into the house, TK turns and nods at Owen, and he returns it. When Carlos looks at him though and turns to do the same, with much more enthusiasm, waving at him, face scrunched with a wide grin, Owen can’t help but repeat it to him, waving back at the giant dork.

The lights inside the house turn on, and the door finally closes. Owen takes a few moments sitting in the car alone, in the dark. He supposes he should feel some loneliness, but he doesn’t. All he feels is happiness and giddiness for his son, amusement regarding the entire situation, and hope for the future that TK and Carlos will be sharing together.

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[meltwonu]

96. “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

100. “What are you doing in my bed?!”

notes; waitttt this is a hot ass concept skjhskfhk, daddy/sir kink, spitroasting, blowjob, spanking, nesting, heats, mingyu and seungkwan’s breeding kink ‘o clock,, minor objectification??degradation??, hair pulling, they are M E A N. I'm so sorry this went off the rails so this is long anf fucking N A S T Y. I’m also sorry if this is not what u envisioned(i also pictured a golden retriever hybrid with this one idk why) jdksfhksdkjh LMAO The rest is under the cut! Thank you for requesting! enjoy! 💕

“What are you doing in my bed!?”

You whimper as Mingyu threads a hand through your hair, pulling on it harshly as he tilts your head to meet his menacing stare. “Filthy ‘lil mutt. You know you’re not supposed to nest in my bedroom.”

“M’sorry… I don’t wanna nest in my room, it’s not the s-same…” Your ears flatten against your skull as tears well up in your eyes. Mingyu had found you in his bed, bedsheets disheveled and all of his favorite shirts torn off their hangers from his closet. There were shirts from Seungkwan’s closet apparent in the mix as well. You were already naked and touching yourself when he barged in and caught you red-handed.

“Yeah? Didn’t daddy give you clothes you could use that weren’t his favorite?”

“Y-yes, daddy…”

“And didn’t sir also give you shirts that weren’t his favorite?”

“Yes, daddy…” Mingyu’s jaw clenches as he watches the lust pooling in your eyes when you look back at him. He and Seungkwan knew you were going through your heat, but they had set up specific rules for you when the time came. They’d both given you a selection of items you could use when you were nesting and you were strictly only allowed to do it in your bedroom.

But you hated it. There were only so many times you could nest in your own bedroom before it wasn’t enough and today was your limit.

As soon as Mingyu and Seungkwan had left for work, you gave it a little bit of time to make sure they were really gone before you’d raced down the hallway towards Mingyu’s bedroom. Next time, it’d have to be Seungkwan’s.

The grip on your hair brings you back to earth, wincing as Mingyu harshly lets go of you.

“Seungkwan’s going to be home soon too and he won’t be happy with you either, mutt. How are you going to fix this?” You can’t help but gulp, watching as Mingyu slowly unbuckles his slacks. You know the answer he wants to hear, so instead of telling him, you scoot forward until you’re face to face with his crotch. Opening your mouth as wide as you can, you let your tongue hang out, waiting for him to slide his cock between your lips.

“Good puppy.”

Mingyu uses your mouth to get off, growling as you swallow around him. Tears keep your vision blurry as you stare up at him, wanting him to just fuck you already. But you know this is your punishment; letting him fuck your throat instead.

After what feels like an eternity, you can vaguely pick up on the front door opening, already knowing Seungkwan was going to be mad as soon as he saw the mess you had turned his room into in your hurry to take things from his closet. You whimper around Mingyu’s cock in your mouth, shooting the male your best puppy eyes. “Aww, scared Seungkwan’s gonna be mad? Should’ve thought about that before you turned our rooms into a mess.” Mingyu deepthroats you, cackling when he hears you gagging around his cock.

The door to Mingyu’s room opens a minute later, a fuming Seungkwan in the doorway.

“Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

Mingyu laughs cruelly, pulling you off of his cock as you sputter. He gets onto the bed, making himself comfortable against the headboard as you sniffle, wiping the precum and spit from your lips as Seungkwan strides over to the bed. “I told you he was gonna be mad~” Mingyu singsongs. You turn to face Seungkwan, the shirts and bedsheets still underneath you; some of them covered in your wetness.

“Look at you, you’re fucking dripping all over the sheets. And my fuckin’ shirts.” Seungkwan gently runs the back of his knuckles across your cheek before he leans in close to your face. “Filthy mutt. Got my favorite silk shirts all dirty. Bet you wanted us to get mad so we’d fuck you silly, huh?”

“N-no, sir…” Your throat is hoarse when you speak, but you fight through it as best as you can. “I--I just w-wanted to nest somewhere more comfy, s-sir…”

Seungkwan takes in your appearance; lips swollen from sucking Mingyu’s cock, eyes teary and blown wide as you stare back at him. “I want you on your hands and knees. Now. And get back to sucking Mingyu’s cock, mutt.” You obey, turning to face Mingyu who’s got a hand wrapped around his cock as he watches you crawl over to him. “How many do you think she deserves, ‘Kwannie?” The slightly younger male pretends to ponder for a second, hands reaching for your waist as he kneels behind you.

“I think 10 is good enough. You’ll be a good girl for us and take your punishment, won’t you sweetheart?”

Seungkwan grips the flesh of your ass hard; a moan spilling from your lips when he soothes the skin. “Y-yes, sir…” You lower your mouth onto Mingyu just as Seungkwan spanks your ass for the first time and you can’t help but moan around Mingyu’s cock. Seungkwan takes his time dishing out your punishment, loving the way that your wetness drips onto the sheets underneath you.

And when he spanks you for the 10th time, all you want is his cock deep inside of you, fucking you open while Mingyu fucks your throat. You can’t help but wiggle your hips at Seungkwan, fluffy tail smacking him slightly. “Fuck, she’s so wet Mingyu. Bet I could just slide right into her pussy right now.”

“Why don’t you? We both know she wants you to.” Mingyu sends you a patronizing look, the pads of his fingers massaging the base of your ears as you mewl around him.

You can hear Seungkwan undoing his jeans and you can’t help but whine for the umpteenth time. “Fuck, you’re so impatient.” Seungkwan scoffs, hand on his cock spreading the precum down his shaft. “Can’t even give me one second cause you need your pretty ‘lil pussy filled, huh?” You can feel the head of his cock prodding your hole and you resist every urge to push back against him; you really couldn’t take any more punishments.

“Hold on.” 

Mingyu pulls you off of his cock, a thread of spit connecting it to your mouth as he lets go of your hair and slightly pushes you away. Seungkwan also backs off a bit and you can feel yourself going crazy at Mingyu making you wait when you were already so close in getting what you wanted. But the taller male sits up on his knees in front of you instead, tangling his hands into your messy hair as he guides you back to his cock.

When Seungkwan finally slides into your pussy, he meets no resistance; your swollen walls accommodating his thick cock as he sinks in deeper. He lets out a guttural moan, hands palming your ass harshly when he finally bottoms out. 

“Goddamn, she’s so fucking tight.”

The two start an alternating pace and your eyes roll into the back of your skull with how full you feel. Your arms feel like jello from being on your hands and knees the whole time but the pleasure overtakes all your senses. 

Mingyu can sense you’re starting to get close to your orgasm when your brows furrow and your eyes slide shut, so he pulls you off of his cock again. “You wanna cum don’t you?”

“Mm--Mmhmm…” You clench around Seungkwan’s cock, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. “Puh--Please, daddy, sir, I--mmh..” Mingyu’s grip slips from your hair as he goes to sit off to the side. Seungkwan takes this as a cue to slip from inside of you as well, a cry spilling from your lips at the emptiness.

“Onto your back. Now.”

You scramble to get into position at Seungkwan’s words, staring up at the ceiling for a second before he comes back into view above you. He tugs you closer to himself by your legs, positioning his cock back at your entrance before thrusting back in. You wrap your legs around his waist, feet at the small of his back to push him closer to yourself. Mingyu wraps a hand around his cock, jerking himself off as he watches the two of you.

“Don’t you want Seungkwan to fill you up with his cum? Breed your ‘lil pussy and get you nice and pregnant?” A wrecked sob is all you can muster as you nod feverishly, hand reaching for Mingyu off to the side. “Y--yes, please, sir please use my p-pussy, I want you to cu--cum i-inside…” A stray tear slides down the side of your face, your body on fire with the intense amount of pleasure coursing through it. Heats were always difficult to deal with and you were insanely thankful that both Mingyu and Seungkwan were both always so willing to cater to your needs.

“I wa--want daddy to cum inside me too, when--when sir is d-done…”

Mingyu whistles lowly, canines sharp when he smiles wide at you.

“Hmm, you want us both to breed you, huh mutt? Aren’t you so spoiled. Two loads of cum for your tight ‘lil cunt. You’re gonna be so full. Better not spill a drop of it.” Seungkwan smiles, shaking his head at you. “So fuckin’ spoiled.”

Seungkwan’s pace quickens as he dips a hand down until his thumb is on your clit. You’re already seeing stars as soon as the pad of his thumb starts rubbing harsh circles on the swollen nub.

“I want you to cum for me before I fill you up. Let me feel your tight pussy cum around me, baby.”

And it only takes a few more thrusts before you cry out, their names rolling off your tongue as you cum. Your back bows off the bed as Seungkwan fucks you through it, your own orgasm triggering his own as he cums inside of you. Seungkwan grinds against you as he does, making sure not a drop of his cum leaks out. He keeps his thumb on your clit, working you through your orgasm until you whine.

“S-sir…”

He gives himself a second to come down from his high before he unhooks your legs from around his waist, his cock sliding out as he gives Mingyu space to slide in between your legs.

“Don’t let my cum drip out, mutt.”

“Y-yes, sir…”

“Think you can still handle me?” Mingyu positions himself at your entrance and despite how tired you feel, you nod heatedly. “Yes, please d-daddy I want your cum too…” He doesn’t wait a second more and bottoms out in a single thrust; starting a harsh pace almost instantly. You clench around him, urging him to cum inside you as well. “Please daddy, give me all of your cum, w-wanna be full…”

“Mingyu’s already fucking my cum deeper inside of your pussy and you want more? So insatiable. Why don’t you cum one more time for us, hmm?”

“Yes, s-sir…”

This time it’s Mingyu’s thumb on your clit when your mouth opens in a silent scream. Your body was already so sensitive but you can feel another orgasm building just as quickly when he starts to rub at the swollen nub harshly. But it’s only a few more thrusts before Mingyu’s cumming, his hips stuttering as he continues to thrust into you.

You feel incredibly sated with both of their cum inside of you, toes curling behind Mingyu’s back when you cum for a second time; your weak body shaking underneath him. Seungkwan watches with a satisfied smile, kneeling close to you to pet your ears as you come down from your high.

“Satisfied?” You can barely process Seungkwan’s voice, but you nod sleepily. Mingyu massages your tired body before he pulls out, a trickle of cum already pooling out onto the mess of sheets and their wrinkled shirts underneath you.

“Tsk tsk, already letting our cum go to waste, mutt.” Mingyu frowns. Their cum feels warm as it drips out of you and you can’t help but rub your tired thighs together almost immediately.

“S-sir? Daddy?” The two males fix their stare at you as you get comfortable; their scents surrounding you comfortingly as you nuzzle into the dirty pile of clothes and sheets. They both respond with a questioning “yes?” in unison.

“D’you th--think… you can fuck me again in a ‘lil bit? B-but… I want--want you to fuck my ass a-and my pussy? And then, mmh, cum… inside both m-my holes?”

“You insatiable ‘lil mutt.”

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