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wannaeatramyeon · 9 months

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Fem!reader Isekai in Lookism ?

Anon, so sorry I'm answering this exactly 3 months later. You're my last request from May and I was soooo close to deleting it because I have had exactly zero ideas. Then I got partly inspired by @honeyhotteok fic here and now I'm running on less than 3hrs sleep in work and it's your fault. Oh yeah, and I've completely twisted the ask as well. It's not even close. So all that wait was for nothing 🙇🏻‍♀️

Adventures of YOUR part time job in the Lookismverse

G/N. You work the graveyard shift in a convenience store. You meet bizarre characters on different nights. Part 2

There's something wrong with people your age these days.

Everyone seems to be either in a gang or up to some shady shit. Seriously what is going on. Is this all a big joke that only you aren't in on?

Just the other day you swear you saw a group of guys in boiler suits punch through some walls across the street. Like what the fuck? What did the wall ever do to you? And then someone apparently called Tabasco starts chanting something about Burn Knuckles and oh my fucking god it's 11pm please shut up.

Oh course you never said that, you still have some sense of self preservation.

And how does anyone even have the time for all this. Between school and this part time job, you barely have enough hours to sleep.

You miss Daniel, the coworker who you haven't seen for a good year but used to gossip into the early morning with. He always seemed a bit nervous and fidgety when you voiced your concerns and observations, but you just assumed he was a nervous and fidgety kinda guy.

There would have been some fun stories to share. Instead now you work the graveyard shift on your own.

Case in point, the guy standing in front of you looks like one bad conversation away from a mental breakdown.

And really you're not in the habit of checking out customers but he cuts a striking figure. Every exposed inch of skin besides his face inked, and (you silently ask for his forgiveness for the objectification) the biggest chest you have ever seen. What even is this guy eating? What is this guy injecting? Lifting?

The question is almost out of your mouth but then you see the look in his eyes and slam your lips shut.

Nevermind. You ring his purchases through and tell him to have a good night.

You're restocking the shelves when you notice a guy with a scar across his lip and nose, dripping blood from god knows where all over your freshly mopped floor.

Which is alarming in itself but come on man. Look at the floors. You're making it so fucking gross.

He notices you watching him, gives you an apologetic look and says he'll take care of it.

He makes a quick call and in comes 26 guys, one after the other and they line up in front of him.

You know it's exactly 26 because you counted all 26. And you've also watched all 26 pairs of dirty shoes trample over your previously nice clean floor.

The blood drippy guy asks politely for the mop and bucket and you think this must be some sort of prank because why the hell is this even necessary. 26 guys to share your one solitary mop and bucket and to clean a goddamn floor that you managed in 10 minutes.

"Get out." He blinks at you, taken aback by your tone. "Or I'm calling the police."

"You can bring your pups in!" You call out to the emo teen lurking outside.

Health and safety be damned because look how fucking cute these dogs are!

He hesitates but then the rain grows heavier and all three rush in.

You miss the suspicious glance he gives you, too fixated on how adorable the dogs are. You don't even mind their wet fur or muddy paws because look at these little babies!

And huh, this guy must really love them too with his, you squint, God? Dog? hoodie on. D'aww that's so stinking sweet.

Damnit, you knew these two would be trouble the moment they stepped foot into your store.

The tall blonde just gives off a distinct creepy vibe and the shorter one has his entire eyebrows shaved off.

Shaved. Off.

You couldn't help but stare when you put their purchases through and noticed some regrowth and stubble. Is this a trend you missed out on? Either way you're glad because there's no way you're shaving off your own eyebrows.

They converse in Japanese, not even saying a word to you. No thanks or anything, which is fine you suppose. But then they pay you in fucking yen.

They're out the door by the time you see the cash and fuck. Your boss is going to go apeshit when he finds out.

"What do you think, sweetheart?"

A new blonde guy addresses you tonight and for crying out loud, you just want a quiet shift.

What do you think of his white suit? With the garish LV logos? That it's tacky as fuck. That anyone with any sort of taste would never ever wear that. You keep your actual thoughts to yourself and instead just say it's fine.

That does nothing to subdue the blonde. He does stop talking to you though, and just mutters bitterly under his breath. You catch the words blind and tasteless.

His partner smirks at your response.

And isn't that a whole other kettle of fish because it's currently 2am and you're indoors and who the hell wears sunglasses right now. You think he's a douche of the highest calibre.

The smirk is wiped from his face when he asks for cigarettes and you ask for ID. He doesn't have it on him.

"No can do. No ID, no sale."

He leans aggressively into your space, and reveals his eyes peering over his sunglasses.

My god, what is up with this duo? One with the tacky suit, and this one with the ugly black contact lenses.

You don't budge and the guy is dragged out by the blonde cackling.

Ugh. That laugh gives you a headache for the rest of your shift.

You really wish customers would stop involving you in their conversation.

This one, who looks exactly like how you would imagine a SoundCloud rapper that has their mother following them and no one else, asks you to listen to his music.

He insists that he's good as the blonde girl rolls her eyes.

You listen to about 10 seconds and make up your mind.

He's wrong. He's very wrong. You want to suggest he gets checked out at the doctor because clearly his ears aren't working properly.

Instead, you mention you like Duke Pyeon, he's more your taste. Has he heard of him? It's the wrong thing to say though because this guy looks angrier than you've ever seen anyone.

"Don't start Vin, I've seen you listening to his music." The girl scoffs.

'Vin' shouts in indignation and storms off with his friend trailing closely behind.

"Can I help?" You ask with your customer service voice and customer service smile.

He has been standing in front of the hair dyes for a good ten minutes as his friend looks increasingly bored and you can't blame him.

"No thanks, I'm just browsing," he responds and you tell him you'll be just over there if he needs anything.

You kill some time playing on your phone, look up, and both of them are still in the exact same spot.

The one with the H on his neck looks about ready to tear his hair out.

"Come on bro, just pick one!"

"No Warren, this is important. I need it to suit my new aesthetics."

You shrug and return back to your kitty kat restaurant game.

"Cool glasses," you tell the guy walking around the store and he looks affronted at first before realising you're being sincere and gives you a small smile instead.

You wonder if you can pull off orange tinted glasses too or whether you'd just look like an idiot. It's probably the latter you decide when you ring up his energy drinks.

"I'm a boxer," he offers, as if you're judging the amount of caffeine he's going to slam down.

"Ok?"

"I need it for my training."

"Sure."

You've seen weirder purchases and weirder combinations. The people coming in looking frantic and buying a single plunger or pack of toilet paper never fails to make you chuckle.

To be honest the amount he's buying is a bit nuts, and you wonder if he's going to drink it all in one go. You probably wouldn't sleep for a year if it was you.

"Enjoy your training," you say, heaving and handing over the bag of 19 cans.

A mute blonde gestures at you

You try to use some sign language, but he looks at you as if you're crazy. At least you think he does but you can't see his eyes.

Somehow you're able to decipher he's lost his dogs. Four. Golden retrievers. And he asks if you have seen them.

(Huh. Do you have telepathy? Do you have the gift?)

You tell him no and he sprints out.

You spend the rest of your shift trying to move things with your newly discovered psychic powers.

Spoiler: you have zero powers. Zilch.

You think you might be having a stroke.

Because on what planet did this K-pop idol think the disguise would work. Cap and mask on but tufts of pink hair poking out and dressed completely in white.

It's like he's asking for attention and for people to ooh and aah over who that could be.

As he leaves, you shout that you can't wait for his next album. He turns around in complete shock that you recognised him, as if you solved the world's hardest puzzle.

It's a good job that DG has such a pretty face because what an idiot.

You hear two voices mention the words Daniel Park and your ears perk up, wondering if it's about your old colleague.

Nah. You're just being silly. It's not an uncommon name at all and too much of a coincidence.

"I haven't seen Daniel in ages! Have you heard from him, Zoe?"

"No," you see her friend shake her head from the corner of your eye.

The brown haired girl tilts her head in thought, "I wonder how Zack is doing too. I haven't seen him in so long."

"Ohhh~ you miss him!"

"O-of course I do! He's a friend!" She blushes bright red and you chuckle to yourself.

'Friend', sure.

For the rest of the shift, you reminisce about how you used to tiptoe around your feelings with your boyfriend, Taehoon, too.

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grapejuicestyless · 2 months

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Could You Imagine That?

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summery: You failed. The gold, the cross, the fame, the fortune. But really, who cared? Not when you had the best gift of all. Inspired by the song: Forever by Noah Kahan

We listen to Pope and Kiara argue about who knows how to build a fire better, throwing logs into a heap by a pile of rocks and lining stones in a circle in the sand. John B and Cleo make beds for everyone to sleep on and Sarah works on some sort of spear for us. Yet, JJ and I haven’t even given a second thought of how long we just might be here for.

Maybe a few more hours, a couple days or years. In the end, did it really matter? We’d been just fine so far and we’d swear the feeling of freedom was worth it no matter how starved we became or how cold the nights were. We’d screamed about Poguelandia hundreds or times already, calling out the name of this great island and hoisting the flag we’d painted with rocks and the mud packed beneath them. Our hands pruning from the salt water and our shorts left on the edge of the shore line while we ran around in our underwear, splashing around like little kids and laughing like old friends should.

“We’re broke!” We laughed, finding the fact that we failed more funny than anything. Because had we really failed if we got a greater gift than what being filthy rich could give us?

“But real rich in our heads!” JJ would scream back, chasing me down along the edge of the ocean. And when the waves slowed my strides he lifted me from my waist with his tanned arms, not minding how our wet bodies stuck together like glue and our clothes would surely stink like ocean for as long as we’d be here.

“Won’t be alone for the rest of our lives!” I laughed in his hold, and his grip restricted my lungs but I would take the ache that came with it over any other feeling in the world. Because even after he loosens his grip, he never really lets me go and I am reminded of how he’s always within arms reach. Ready to make me smile, make me laugh. And it’s worth more than anything money could buy.

“Can you guys help us?” Kiara calls out desperately, but even she can’t hide the smile on her face, how much she loves the idea of it just being her and the Pogues all together and safe for just a small moment in the grand timeline of adventure ahead. No parents, no threats, no blood or tears. Just the sun and sand beneath our feet. A good cooked fish roasting over the fire and beds woven with leaves under our heads.

“Come in the waters just fine!” JJ splashes, catching a glare from Pope as the salt water briefly tames the fire they just started. And when Kiara catches his line of vision, we don’t have to look back to know their broken laughter is because their stripping to join us in the sea. Ready to splash around carelessly like children do, like we do.

“Can you imagine being here, like this forever? No more window shopping or late rent!” I laugh, bearing all my teeth in my smile when Kiara wraps her arms over my shoulders and places a sloppy kiss to my cheek.

“Won’t be alone for the rest of our lives!” She repeats my words back to me, eyes shining with the glow of the sunset that casts a warm hue over her sunburnt cheeks.

“Poguelandia forever, baby!” JJ’s arms pull Kiara away from me, and like glue, I’m stuck to him with nothing more to offer than the sweetest smile and the world shining in my eyes. I feel more alive than ever and theres not an ounce of gold that could replace it.

“Oh my god!” Cleo laughs at the scene in front of her, dry wood under her arm and a soft blush in her cheek from the sun. We’re all drenched in salt or sweat but we can’t help but feel absolutely okay with it.

You could fly over head at that very moment, on the search for miserable teens in need of help and you wouldn’t even look twice. The way everyone laughed like brothers and sisters and cherished what the world gave them, you’d think we were on some vacation. Like we hadn’t washed up here by accident.

Broken bones and aching muscles worth every moment that led us to this island and this life.

Looking back at JJ, I see the stars in his eyes and the world under his feet. It’s all we’ve ever wanted. A simple life by the ocean with all the people we love. So, we might be broke, we might be hungry and by god we might smell but by god are we richer than most.

“Poguelandia forever.” JJ whispers only for my ears to hear, forehead pressing against mine and his eyes observing the crinkles by my eyes. His thumbs lift from my hips to rub against my cheeks. Then he kisses me, kisses me in a way I hadn’t felt since before death looked at us in the eyes and grief was all we knew. Like we both knew finally that it would all work out and we would be okay.

When we pull away, we share the same hazy look we had plastered on our cheeks before and his hands plant themselves firmly on my hips once again. Squeezing the skin between his fingers playfully and drowning out the world around us.

“Could you imagine that.”

#jj maybank x you #jj mayback imagine #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #jjmaybankangst #jj maybank fluff #p4l #jj maybank x pogue!reader #poguelandia #the pogues #pogue!reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x routledge!reader

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ghouljams · 11 months

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Your newest Konig post has my mind fuckin GOING. Especially that last line where he says that she has to take off her iron bracelet at some point. I imagine there comes a time where his obsessive ass is quite literally stalking Darling 24/7, day in and day out, waiting and watching for even the smallest second where she takes off her bracelet so he can scoop her up and do whatever his fucked up little heart has been craving to do with her this whole time.

Oh yeah fae!König is absolutely stalking his Darling, he's stalking her since the first moment she looks at him. You think Ghost was bad but he had an alarm on his Darling, he didn't have to stalk her too close. König has to do everything himself, so he's absolutely watching her for the moment she takes the iron off. He has his mark on her now, he's within his rights.

Not seeing König is almost worse than seeing him. You don't think he's left you alone, not with how determined he was to get close to you. You almost miss seeing him hanging around the shop, he's become such a fixture it's weird that he's just… gone. But it's good, he got the message and he's giving you space to cool off.

You lock your apartment door, check it twice, you're not really sure how to guard against whatever König is. He seems to respect the locks though. You toe your shoes off and toss your bag on your designated crap chair. You have another bouquet of half dead flowers to pin to the wall, but you'll do that later. You feel grimy, something came in the shop and you can still feel the stink that came off of it.

You pull your rings off as you walk to your room, tossing them in the bowl by your bed and flexing your fingers. You settle the rest of your bracelets in a neat pile next to them, shaking out your hands from the weight of iron. You finger the bigger cuff, thinking, and decide to take it with you for after your shower.

You wait until you're actually under the warm spray of water to let out the breath you've been holding. Wetting your hair and standing under the water, waiting for it to slough off some of the day's stress. You scratch your neck, fingers bumping the iron chain you'd picked up earlier. Fuck, this thing really didn't like water. You fumble the clasp but finally get it off, setting it with your shampoo. You take another breath.

Wet dirt.

Big hands press against the shower wall on either side of your head. Even if you hadn't seen them you'd know König in an instant. The feel of him, his eyes on you, you could never forget it. His presence is massive, you feel the edges of his mask brush against the top of your head as he leans over you, his obscura falling as he speaks.

"That was a fun game, Schatz, but it's over now," his voice is meticulous, each word weighing on you more than the last. You don't dare turn around, you just focus on keeping your breath even, your eyes steady on a crack in the tiles under the shower head. Your heart beats loud enough you think he can hear it, somewhere between fear and expectation. You've run long enough, he's finally caught you.

"König," you start, unsure where you're going.

"No," he tells you, pressing his lips to his scar on your shoulder, "don't beg, Schatz, not until I tell you to."

His hand wraps around your throat, fingers insistent under your jaw as they tip your head back. His tongue rolls over his mark, making your brain fuzzy and pliant. You know what's coming before his teeth ever touch your skin, and when they do you wail. Every one of his perfect teeth sinking in exactly where they're supposed to. He groans at the taste of your blood, and ruts his hard cock against your back. It's good. It's so good.

You press back against him as he pulls his teeth out of you, turning your head to kiss him. His mouth is dripping red, but it's yours, it's you on him. Oh my god you are- he is really messing you up.

"I have to punish you, Liebling," he murmurs, and you nod against his grip, as his other hand leaves the wall to slide across your waist and dip between your legs, "try not to enjoy this."

#the fae darlings need to form a support group or something damn #also i am not ignoring the fae!ghost ask u sent i am saving it #sitting on it like an egg #this is also where im gonna tag a couple tws #tw dubcon #tw stalking #fae!konig #cod x reader #cod x y/n #konig x you #konig modern warfare #konig x reader #konig mw2 #are we all enjoying fae!konig? are we all having fun with him? i am

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noodlefluid · 1 year

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Rottmnt headcanons about the bois in a relationship

I somehow got really into "rottmnt x reader" and now I can't stop thinking about it, it's slowly consuming my whole life at this point/hj

Btw, english isn't my first language so if I make any grammar mistake let me know

S/O stand for "Significant other", I would be using singular they/them pronouns and third person

Tw: a few curses, besides that is just fluff and fluffy angst, probably OOC

Raphael

He loves being kiss and also knows how to convinced his S/O to giving him smoochies

His main love languages are act of service and quality time, he really likes when he's being helpful, but sometimes overdo it (this may or may have not been a trigger for a discussion)

He loves being little spoon, but he is concious of his size an that iss almost imposible, so most of the time he is the big spoon (if S/O is taller god save their soul cause their gonna have this big boi on top 24/7 /nsx)

Because of his body type and the spikes on his body he's really insecure and afraid of hurting his S/O, so even if he really need hugs, he contain himself as much as posible, he treat them as if they were made of glass

Has a "love stink"

He has a hard time telling his S/O about his weakness cause he wants to be their heroe, and the person they rely on the most

He breaks easily tho, his S/O ask if he's fine and you have a 6 foot turtle crying at their lap for at least an hour, telling how much he loves them and asking how such an amazing person is dating such a useless turtle like him, that he doesn't deserve them yada yada yada (we lub u Raphie, don't talk like that bout urself)

Loves when his S/O is spending time with his brothers, it make him feel like they're e part of his family already, sometimes refers to S/O as sibling-in-law, without noticing "Don't be disrespectful toward your sibling-in-law, Leo!, they could take your joke the wrong way" When he realized what he says his face basicaly match his bandana and hide for the next 2 hours because of the embarassment, Leo obviously tease him and start calling S/O sibling-in-law from that day on

Leo

A completely messy dumbass when it comes to his S/O, his brothers hates you (/pos) cause it's the only thing Leo is talking all day

Smile like an idiot when he sees a text of his S/O, and usually takes a few minutes for him to respond cause he just so excited, he's jumping and giggling to himself (Donnie says he's cringe, Leo says he's bitchless)

His main love language are memes, funny images go brr lmao. Absolutely would tag you on cat posts with an "us"

His second main Love language is words of affirmation, he really like the feeling of making someone feel good just by talking cause he know how it is to not have those words sometimes

Very flirtatious, chessy lines and a lot of dumb compliments, but oh man don't flirt back cause this boy's gonna melt and stop working for the next 5 minutes

He has a "S/O is amazing and this is why" time, when Leo tell everything that is perfect about his S/O, no one know what could trigger it so they're walking on eggshells everytime something slightly remind him of his S/O, he could be having breakfast and just start talking "Oh you're drinking coffee? My S/O love this brand of coffee. Hey have you tasted S/O coffee? They make the most tastiest and amazing ones in the word, and oh! the other they..." and this easily can go for hours until someone beg him to stop

He scroll over every single astrology post with his and his S/O signs in it, would send them to his S/O and talk about how perfect they are, if their sign isn't compatible with his, he would cry and then proceed to automaticaly say that astrology is the dumbest thing in the whole world

Donnie

Even if he usually hates being touchy, he would probably be the total opossite with his s/o, just in alone time tho, he would never let his brothers see him like that weak. This doesn't mean his S/O can touch him whenever he want but he is more recilliant to accept them

He doesn't know how to ask for affection, so he would just akwardly stand around his S/O until they notice him, and hopefully understand what he want

Lots of gifts, his main love language are gifts, it could be small, it could be something big, but gifts is a must for Donnie, even if some of them are a complete failure

His second most prominent love language is quality time, wich translate to "We are sharing a room", He and his S/O aren't even talking or touching, S/O maybe hasn't even notice Donnie's there, but they are spending quality time with eachother

Another way of saying "I love you" is talking about the proyect he's working on, or his last hiperfixation, telling fun facts about the think his S/O likes, you like cats? "Did you know that cats came from egypt? And did you know their purr can decrease anxiety levels" S/O likes Astronomy? "Fun fact: Nasa kinda 'email' tools to astronauts because of 3D printers, really useful don't ya think?" He likes to share their interests and know more about them

He's incredibly observant and attentive towards his S/O, he may struggle with emotions but can tell right away when his S/O isn't feeling good

He have a list of everything his S/O like in alphabetical orden and separated by categories

Most likely develop stims that involved touching his S/O, it could be just a little poke or maybe bite them, he often doesn't realize

Mikey

A lots of cuddles, he doesn't care if his brother are there or not, if his S/O is there he is gonna be glued to them giving them hugs and kisses until they have to go

He make a whole 'reasons why you shouldn't go and instead cuddle with me' presentation to his S/O everytime they have to go

Surprise hugs, their first mistake was being distract, the hug monster Mikey is in a hunt

His love language is physical touch, it doesn't matter if it's a hug or playing with their hair, he has to touch their S/O in someway

If S/O doesn't like being touch, he would always ask for permission everytime he want a hug or just lay in them and try to chill a little by hugging a pillow instead or maybe one of his brothers if they are near

His second love language are gifts, specially drawings, he like to draw his S/O in that amazing outfit they wore the other day, or maybe a little scene of his last date with S/O, then he give it to them

He also loves cooking for his S/O, he thinks that the kitchen is a place where you put all your heart and love for your loved ones. He feel the most happy when he has the opportunity to cook with his S/O

He sometimes goes crazy with the compliments, his S/O can be doing the bare minimun and Mikey would start to shower them in compliment about how amazing they are and how talented they are in the thing they are doing (even if it's just...breath), he sometimes gets his brothers involve "Raph, RAPH! Don't you think S/O is the most amazing person in the word? Look at them, they're so pretty and awesome and and..." Raph was forced to give every compliment he could think of to Mikey's S/O for the next 10 minutes

Usually makes something special every ocassion he's giving, my boy is making made up holydays as an excuse to hang put with his S/O, they now have to celebrate "gravity invention day", it exist now

Go and drink some water bitch, you have being scrolling for way to long

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nevernonline · 7 months

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✧.* crash into me; lsm one shot.

A one shot based off what transpired before these texts.

✧ Synopsis: Lee Dokyeom was your closest friend. After a friendly dinner you head back to his apartment, to play a game little did you know it would crash the friendship barrier between you two.

✧ genre/s: fluffy, friends to who knows?,

✧ warning/s: suggested smut, suggestive humor and theme, kisses, lots of hands, some light drinking.

Sitting at your favorite table awaiting the arrival of your best friend Seokmin, felt like a lifetime. It was a Friday night so of course the line was accumulating outside the restaurant and the patriots were waiting for your seat where you selfishly look like you’re taking up a table for you and your seltzer water.

Through the large glass windows waiting at the cross walk you spot him looking for a chance to jaywalk across the street safely and sprint breathlessly to your side.

As Ola, you and Seokmin’s favorite waitress brings him to the table alongside your cocktail orders, you can feel at peace again. That’s what he was to you, peace.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I got stuck helping someone with a task just as I was ready to leave. I feel so bad.”

The brown haired boy now stripped of his denim jacket, resembling a puppy now flipping through the menu as if he wasn’t sure what to order.

“It’s okay, seriously. I just mainly feel bad because all of those couples outside were starting to give me the stink eye. Also, I already ordered for you, why are you looking at the menu?”

“You’re so right, I don’t know. I’m really flustered for some reason.”

You slide his gin and tonic closer to him.

“Drink this, please. You’re going to pop a forehead vein if you don’t settle down, Seok.”

“You are right, for the second time. Maybe you should take up gambling.”

As his breaths get back to normal, he takes another look at you. Your hair was up off your neck elegantly, a cream colored blouse with brown trousers, and the loafers he bought you for your birthday last year on your feet. He noticed you wore makeup today, a rare occasion for you since you didn’t need it.

“Why do you look so beautiful today?”

The words just escaped his mouth like word vomit, he couldn’t help but tell you.

“Do I not look like this everyday?”

He leans back in his chair to get a better look at you, sizing you up again.

“No, something is different. Not that you don’t look beautiful all the time, but something is standing out to me..”

You raised your hand from your side of the table to rest on top of his.

“Seok, you’re rambling again.”

His long fingers enclosed around yours as he held onto it a moment longer than normal.

“No, I’m just trying to get my point across. I’m doing a bad job of it, but you are really beautiful. Got it?”

A blush rose to your cheeks as your hand found its way back to the now sweaty glass and finished off the liquor inside.

“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”

His megawatt smile flashed itself your way and you continued to enjoy your meal without any more of Seokmins semi-sober ranting.

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“GOD, I am so fucking full. That was amazing.”

You giggled slamming the front door shut behind you, making your way into Seokmin’s apartment.

“You know it’s extra good when I can sleep on your shoulder the whole bus ride without you smacking me.”

“Seok, I do not.”

“Uh, yeah you do, you're like some little old woman.”

Suddenly a t-shirt hit your lap, coming from the entryway of Seokmin’s bedroom door.

“I figured you’d want to wear that to sleep, I’m not letting you leave here alone when you’ve been drinking.”

Your head turns slightly to your right to reply, but your eyes caught a glimpse of Seokmin in only his boxers changing into his own sleep shirt. It’s not wrong to stare at your best friend, right?

“Do you want to watch a movie or play a game, maybe have wine?”

His voice grew closer as you were still stuck staring at him.

“Uh, can we do all of the above?”

“Yes. Hurry up and go get changed, dummy.”

You’re now standing in the same spot Seokmin was moments before, not at all baiting him to glance your way, but for some reason you couldn’t help yourself. With your back turned to him it’s impossible to see if he’s actively watching you, but you can tell by his sudden silence that he just might be.

“Okay, so what shall we do first?”

Sitting down next to him now matching his own outfit, underwear and his t-shirts.

“I say we put on some music and play that funny truth or drink game you made me for a gift a few years back.”

“Only if you want to die tonight, you NEVER answer any of the questions unless it’s like ‘golden retrievers or huskies?’”

Seokmin slapped your arm, removing himself from the floor to hunt down the laminated pieces of paper.

“Okay, well how about we only get three chances to plead the fifth, any other question you have to answer or you have to drink.”

Your eyes roll watching him move swiftly through his home, now grabbing a freshly opened bottle of red wine.

“Plus it's only wine so we can cap it off at one bottle otherwise I do have opened tequila.”

“Seok, do you not remember what happened the last time I had too much tequila?”

“Sort of. I was equally as drunk as you if not more, all I remember is you’re clingy as hell.”

Taking the space across the coffee table from you, he placed the stack of questions down, and poured half of the red liquid in two coffee mugs.

“Ladies first.”

His eyes crinkled on the side as he smiled, waiting for you to read the first interrogating question.

“Okay,” A laugh escaped your lips before reading out loud. “What’s the shortest amount of time you’ve known someone before hooking up?”

“Oh come on, you can answer that it’s easy.”

“Hm, I really was a little crazy when I first went to college. I’d have to say maybe a half hour?”

Seokmin just nodded, nothing about that was too crazy. He knew about your freshman year of college.

“Alright, Seoky. Saddle up.”

You giggled, taking a sip of your wine out of turn, watching the face of the other player turn red.

“What’s your most embarrassing fantasy?”

He flirts with the idea of answering that most of his recent fantasies have involved you, but instead he takes a swig of his drink.

“Oh come on. You’re no fun. Pick another card, Seok.”

“That’s not how this game is played, you go.”

“What’s the most embarrassing time you got turned on?”

You stretched your head thinking you should confess to your friend that watching him change earlier brought on some sort of fever, but decided against it.

“Actually, this is embarrassing. But, do you remember my friend Jeonghan from college?”

“Yeah, of course. Tall, blonde, and gorgeous guy.”

“Well one time we were studying for a biology exam and the AC in the library was broken, so it was ridiculously hot. We were both sweating a bit, but he was wearing a sweatshirt and I fought and fought him to remove it so he could be more comfortable. Like, it was clearly distracting him. But, he told me he didn’t have a t- shirt to wear underneath.”

As your story continued Seokmin felt himself catching a wave of jealousy.

“Lucky for him, I did have my gym bag for later. So I lent my workout top to wear. When he came back from the bathroom he was in a white crop top and for some reason I got so turned on by him wearing my clothes and studying. Like when he burst into the room I swear I almost fucked him right there.”

“So you got turned on by a guy wearing your clothes? You’re such a typical man, Y/N.”

“Hey, shut the fuck up. Men wish they were like me.”

Seokmin’s face now hotter than ever reached back into the pile.

“What’s the dirtiest text you’ve ever sent?”

He tried to think of anything even remotely scandalous he could tell you, but came up flat and a little embarrassed.

“Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever sexted in my life.”

“There’s no way you haven’t.”

“No, I’m serious. The only girl I really dated long term used to try to send me stuff like ‘oh i want you so bad, Seokmin.’ or ‘I wish you’d come over to take care of my problem.’ But I was oblivious and would just respond with things like ‘Well you already have me.’ and ‘What’s wrong?’ I promise I’ve never sexted or even tried too, I would be awful at it. I can barely flirt and make it obvious.”

“She was trying to get you to fuck her and you thought she had an actual problem?”

“Yeah, I’ve never been good at flirting.”

As you laugh at his innocent mistake, and continue to drink your wine you come up with an idea.

“Okay, let’s practice.”

“Practice what?”

“Flirting, like we can roleplay you flirting with me right now, let’s go.”

“Are you serious?”

You patted the floor on your side of the glass table trying to get him closer to you.

“Deadly, now come on.”

He still didn’t move, so you pushed yourself off his carpeted floor and sat facing him at his side, finally turning to you, you noticed how nervous he seemed.

“Look, it’s just me. Nothing bad can come out of it.”

“How do we even start doing this?”

“Hmm, here scooch is a little closer to me. Just tell me a line.”

“Okay.”

Seokmin placed his warm hands on your criss-crossed knees and looked deeply at you, almost into your soul. Your stomach fluttered at the closeness, even though touching for the both of you wasn’t unusual.

“Hey, baby. I -”

You cut him off blissful with laughter, nearly spitting your sip of wine onto his white t-shirt.

“Oh, come on. I wasn’t that bad was I?”

Dialing it back slightly, your now crying eyes and painful belly, just shook your head.

“Why were you so serious? Like be yourself, come on.”

“Let’s just stop. I can't do this, it's too embarrassing.”

“Fine, here. I’ll teach you.”

You stood up now, gesturing to him to follow. When he does, you hand him his mug and give him a little nod. Walking over to the knob for the lights to be more dim, only the sound of your feet and the soft party playlist lingering in the background, you strutted back over to him.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Your free hand snaked its way up to his shoulder as you gave it a little squeeze indicating you’re going to start now.

“So, I was over there.” Your hands gesturing to the very bedroom you watched him changing in earlier. “And, I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re really hot.”

“You do?”

As you nodded, his eyes followed the traces of your exposed neck all the way down to your bare legs.

“Do you want to dance with me?”

A question a little silly for you two just being in his apartment, but anything to make him more comfortable without having to talk.

Seokmin took back both of your mugs and placed them down onto the table, wrapping his hands tightly around your lower back as yours reached into his hair and laid your head down onto his shoulder.

As you swayed looking out the window to the sparkling cityscape you felt him pull away slightly from you.

“What are you thinking about?”

A simple question.

“How badly I want to kiss you.”

The words left his mouth with honesty.

“See that’s a good line.”

“It’s not a line, I just really want to kiss you.”

Your head came up off of his shoulder to search his eyes.

“I, uh. You do?”

Suddenly you were the one rambling, finally not in the dominant position.

He just nodded, leaning down to your wine stained lips and planted a kiss as light as a feather on your face, just missing the target.

You now rolling your eyes dug your fingers deeper into his brown locks and crashed into him.

The two of you still swaying your bodies to the song started to go deeper into each other, kissing more rapidly now.

When he stopped for a minute to lift you into his arms, Seokmin’s lips reached the spot on your neck that was just sensitive enough to have a moan breathe out.

No words were exchanged as he laid you down on his perfectly made bed and continued exploring you, not until it was over did he mutter something that he often says to you, but it had a different meaning now.

“I love you.”

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half-oz-eddie · 4 months

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This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! ✨

⌚️ Show me you LO:VE me 🥀

Billy Hargrove. Punctual. Sometimes 15 minutes early. He beats the lines, beats the rush, beats someone's face in if they get in his way because Billy is never late.

Steve Harrington. Never on time. The party doesn't start 'til he walks in. He's 15-30 minutes late, almost always. Never finds parking, but never worries. Steve is always late.

Oh, but if Steve thinks he's going to be anything but punctual, he'll be everything but Billy's boyfriend.

Oddly, this was one of Billy's few dealbreakers. "Don't lie to me, don't show up late, don't waste my time. Being late for anything is wasting my time. So don't try it."

Steve knew Billy meant serious business. Billy never showed up late when they made plans. Steve wanted to impress Billy, so he did everything he could to show up on time, but on the one day, their most important day since they got together, there was a chance he was going to be late.

If Steve showed up even one minute late for this 6 monthiversary dinner, Billy would think Steve didn't take their relationship seriously.

Billy already had trust issues. The first time Steve said I love you, Billy side-eyed the fuck out of him, interrogated him, threatened to punch him, cried, then finally said it back.

This night had to be perfect.

As he was getting ready, Steve accidentally used cooking spray instead of hairspray in his hair.

"How'd that happen?!" Robin exclaimed when Steve called her in a panic.

"No time to explain, but I really screwed up. I smell like a kitchen!"

"Go wash your hair, dingus."

Steve groaned. "I hardly have time."

"Make time! Go! Go!"

Steve hung up the phone and rushed into the shower, eventually washing the oil out of his hair.

He half-assed his hairstyle and got his clothes on, then hurried to his car with a rose in hand, rehearsing what he would tell Billy when he picked him up.

"You look nice, your eyes look exceptionally blue tonight—wait, he might think that's cheesy. Maybe I should just tell him he looks good—" Steve yelped when one of his tires blew out, and he pulled over on the side of the road, staring at his car in disbelief. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me!"

He glanced down at his watch. He had 2 minutes to get to Billy's house, which was 15 minutes away by car.

He sighed, he pondered, and then he started running.

He'd be damned if he let Billy down. Billy never let him down, not once. He showed up, he showed out, he kept his word and he loved Steve with his whole heart. All he wanted Steve to do was fucking show up on time.

Steve ran and ran, breaking a sweat in his blazer, crushing the stem of the rose in his hand, the thorns pricking his sweaty palm.

When he finally reached Billy's house, it was nearly 30 minutes after the time he agreed to pick Billy up.

"Aw, shit, he's gonna be pissed." He knocked on the door, heaving and trying to catch his breath so he could profusely apologize to Billy.

"Oh, now you show—why are you breathing so heavy?"

Steve stood up straight, his bangs dripping sweat beads as he heavily exhaled. "I'm...I'm so sorry. My...my tire blew out and...I...accidentally put cooking spray in my hair instead of hairspray...but...I tried...I really, really tried to get here on time. I ran...all the way here."

Billy glanced down at the rose tightly gripped in Steve's hand. "You did all that for me?"

"Course I did, babe. All you asked me to do was...show up on time. I wanted to...do the right thing."

Billy chuckled, eventually breaking out into a fit of laughter. "...You put cooking spray in your hair? God, you're such an idiot!"

"I left it on the counter the night we baked cookies, and I went in the kitchen to check the time, because I couldn't find my watch, so—" Steve waved his hand. "Never mind, I'm an idiot."

"But you're my idiot." Billy pulled Steve in for a kiss. "And you stink."

"C'mon, I ran all the way here." Steve pouted.

"I know. Let's get you in here and cleaned up."

"You sure? You're not pissed at me?"

Billy shook his head. "You made a hell of an effort for me, pretty boy. That's all I wanted." He grabbed Steve's hand. "Now c'mon, Neil's not here so we can hop in the shower together."

"Wow, I'm late and I get rewarded?" Steve cheekily smiled.

"Don't push your luck." Billy yanked him into the house and closed the door.

Thank you for reading 💕

Please look forward to an incredible piece from the next contributor, @avalonlights!

#harringrove relay race #harringrove

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twerkinirken · 7 months

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Okay but like you know what is so fucking funny to me? If Jhonen does actually release any more Invader Zim (probs another comic special or something but gods we can only hope) he would very explicitly put in a fuck you to shippers because as we all know love and kindness, according to him, are not in the show because he tried to quote unquote subtlety do it with Chammy and got the opposite effect since we all fucking adore her.

So there would explicitly have a scene like:

Dib: Oh GEE Zim I sure am glad I feel nothing for you but hate!

Zim: I too feel this way you revolting stink beast!

And the shippers would just be: Oh my god they feel nothing for eachother but hate 🥰🥰🥰 and then proceed to write a 20k fanfic or character essay on why their relationship actually transcends the fine line of love and hate and how they are so deeply integral to eachothers core beings they just need to be apart of eachothers lives

Like poor Jhonen he can’t fucking win

This also applied to the people who make Dib their comfort character super fucking hard and make him a soft boi

#invader zim #twerkins hot takes #iz #dib membrane #zim #zadr #dib

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neverlookatthisblog · 8 months

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FairPlay

Smut

A/N: this is inspired the song FairPlay 🤪

The night you went out with your friends you wanted to spend time the your boyfriend Jason but apparently he had plans

"Sorry babe me and the boys are going out tonight" you mentally sighed lately he's been acting distant towards you

"You promised we would hang out tonight I even got our favorite snacks" you said sadly

"I know babe how about another night I swear I won't make any plans" he kissed your cheek walking out the door

So for a little while you ate the snacks you had bought for you two

Your friend destiny called you

"Y/N get ready I'm picking you up at 9" she said you had no plans of going anywhere

"Where are we going???" Of course you had some questions

"Taking you to this new club they just opened yesterday" you sighed

"And the whole friend group is going so don't worry" she said

"Alright fine I'll start planning my outfit" you agreed

....

While you were in the process in you got a call from your friend Jack

You and Jack were both in the same group that's how you guys met

"Heyyy stinka butt" you said

"Hey stink" he said playfully

"You heard about the club we're going to tonight" he asked

"Yea I was in the process of getting dressed"

"Really let me see the outfit"

"I said process I didn't say I had the outfit on"

"And that's fine I let me see what you have planned"

"No jack"

"Why not?"

"Because I said so-"

"Fine whatever" he said

"Can you let me get dressed and stop playing on my phone" you said

"How am I playing on your phone-" jack loved messing with you

You couldn't take it anymore so you hung up on him and finished getting ready

What you wore

••••

On the way there you had texted your boyfriend hoping that he was okay

"I'm fine y/n talk to you when I get home🙄" you left him on seen you were just trying to be a good girlfriend making sure that he was okay

"It's Jason isn't it" destiny sigh quickly looking your way while driving

"It's just he's been an ass lately idk but my intuition is telling something isn't right" you said a little worried

"How about you don't worry about him tonight we came here to have fun yeah" she says parking

"Yea" you agree getting out you met Jack,urban,Sabrina and Elena there they were all ready in line

You all greeted each other

"Damn y/n this outfit looks so good on you" Elena says

"Thank you girl" you said

You all made you way inside the club you we're having lots of fun singing your hearts out dancing you did have a couple of drinks because you were out to have fun so why not

It wasn't until Sabrina tapped you

"I don't want you to be blindsided by this but isn't that-" you turned around to see what she was talking about

"No fucking" Elena said

"What an asshole" urban commented

He was in the arms of some long haired blonde girl that wasn't you she had a red dress they were making out

"Your probably mad right now but I just came up with this perfect idea" jack said pulling you to the side away from everyone

"So what's you plan" it was so hard for you not to walk over there and throw hands

"Okay look"

"Jack I don't have time for any games right now-"

"Will you just listen for sec" you huffed

"Okay so boom what if we make out with each other to make him jealous" he said you smiled

"Jack is this an excuse to kiss me or something" you asked

"I- are you down or nah" you agreed to it because you loved being petty

You grabbed jacks hand walking over to the couch where your now ex boyfriend and the girl he was with making out

You sat down on the couch across from them he noticed you of course he noticed you

Jack sat next to you

You made eye contact with him grabbing jacks face and kissing him you still having your eyes on your ex boyfriend

You kissed jack for a good 3 minutes before pulling away you could tell that this got under Jason's skin you smiled he before you jack got up walking away

"Oh my god that was the best plan ever" you said

"I know I know don't thank me" he said you slapped him on his shoulder

"You guys!!! What the hell was that" Destiny said in shock

You guys all talked you felt someone tap you

"Can we talk for sec" Jason said

"No"

"Y/n please" you rolled your eyes you told Elena you'd be back

You walked outside

"What" you said

"No y/n what the fuck was that back there"

"Oh no you don't get to be mad at me when you're the one that was all over that blonde bitch" you said starting to get mad he was trying to turn this on you as if it was your fault

"If anything I should be mad at you because I've been nothing but good to you and this is how you treat me You don't deserve to be with me and we're done so you can pack your stuff and get the fuck out of my house" people around watch you sigh walking back into the club not letting him even explain himself

"Hey guys I'm getting tired" you said it was a lie you just wanted to get out of this environment now after it being ruined

Jack stood up

"Hey urb are you fine with riding with them" he asked urban nodded before you and jack walked out

"C'mon" Jack said leading you out making eye contact with jason as you made it to jacks car he opened the door for you

...

During the car ride you and Jack talked it even got kinda emotional (for you )

"Am I good enough jack" you asked him as he pulled up to your driveway

"of course you are why would you ask that"

"I mean with everything that happened to night I just-" you sighed

"Don't think about that asshole you are more than enough no man should have you questioning your self worth" jack said grabbing your hand for reassurance

"Matter of fact let's not call him a man let's call him a boy because that's what he is acting like" he said

You smiled Jack always knew ways to make you feel better about anything when you are sad

Your mind start think

'maybe jack would treat you better'

'maybe he was the right person for you'

Without thinking you leaned in and smashed your lips against his

You knew after that kiss earlier at the club, it would change forever for the both of you while in the car you couldn't stop thinking about how it made you feel

it was like having your first kiss all over again and you didn't want this feeling to end

You pulled away

"Y/n" jack said

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to I just-" jack shushed kissing you again this time it was more rough and hard you had no problem with it

•••••

You both rushed into the house shoes and clothes on the floor

Jack layed you on the bed after carrying you through his house

Grabbing a condom from his bed side you waited for him

He walked over to you without saying a word he pulled you closer by your thighs

He slowly thrusted into you making you lightly moaned at the feeling of him stretching you out

"Fuck" jack moaned leaning into you kissing your neck making you wetter

"Could you go faster?" Jack nodded his head going faster

"Oh my god J" you moaned you couldn't hold it in anymore the feeling of him being inside you made you go crazy

"Y/n" Jack grunted thrusting hard into you making you gasp

You wrap your legs around Jacks waist making him go deeper thrusting into you

"I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist" he jack nibbling on your ear making you shiver a bit in excitement

"Jack!!!" Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit your sweet spot

Jack grabbed your legs pushing them as far back as he could

"Damn baby! You're a lot more flexible than I thought"he said

"Now is not the time for jokes Jack-" you said but got cut off when you felt Jack started to rub your clit in circles

"Your right that's why I'm treating you how you deserved to be treated" he said you felt a tear fall down your face because of the sensation nobody has ever made you feel this way

"I'm gonna cum" you warned him but he kept going smiling as he watched you break down over how good it felt

"Come on princess I got you!" Jack encouraged you which helped cause in less than a minute you came undone

Jack pulled out you raised an eyebrow

"But you didn't-" you said but got cut off immediately by Jack

"It's fine don't worry about me just relax while I go run you a bath so you can get clean up

"But I don't even have clean clothes jack" you said you were worrying when you didn't even need to but it was just the way you are

"It's fine I'll let you wear some of my clothes while your clothes get washed now would you stop worrying" he said you nodded he walked into the bathroom

you heard the water start listening to it you felt yourself drift off to sleep that was until you heard your phone dig

It was a text from Jason that read

"Can we talk I really don't wanna lose you I love you to much to let you go" you sighed rolling your eyes at the Text you weren't stupid and you sure as hell wasn't gonna take him back

You began to think though

'How long has he been cheating on me?'

You quickly snap out of your thoughts when you see Jack coming out of the bathroom to tell you that your bath is ready you get up with jacks help me getting into the bath

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow smut #jack harlow concepts #jackharlow #Spotify

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lucerothings1 · 11 months

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Nick Hargrove sweat kink with aftercare at the end

Sweaty daddy 🥵

Nick Hargrove x male reader smut

Warnings: sweat kink, gay sex, cowboy position, oral, body praising, daddy kink

Summary: your boyfriend Nick comes back from a run early in the morning when he walks in through the door he is met with his horny boyfriend.

“Hey baby I’m back home” “Ah thank god your here now” you said to your boyfriend Nick who was coming inside the house from his morning walk.

“Hey what’s u-” you had shut him up by pushing your lips on to his as you started to make out with him. “I’m horny and I need you” you said separating from his lips and pulling him up the stairs to your guys bedroom as you pushed him on to the king bed.

“Mm baby as much as I love this I need to shower I stink can we do it in the shower” “ no we can’t plus I like it when your sweaty daddy” you said teasingly to him and as of a switch in him had turned he grabbed a hold of your hips that where grinding on him.

As you stopped kissing him you started to suck his skin on his neck it tasting salty had turned you on even more as you ripped his shirt off and threw it to the grown as you started to kiss down his Adam’s apple and collar bone as he put his arms in the back of his head leaving his pits on full display for you to go crazy for as you smashed your face to them.

As you started to smell the stench of his sweat and tasting them you felt as if in heaven including feeling his hard on under his shorts and through sitting on his lap. You soon started with his next pit making love to it as you where done you started to kiss down his abs still tasting his sweat every single lick and kiss you would put on his perfect and chiseled body.

As you went down on your knees and starting to strip him of his shorts and underwear in one go and removing his shoes as you continued to lick his v line now and now having your nose stuffed in his pubic hair and sucking on it and as it smelled musty because of his sweat.

You soon started to lick down his heavy balls and 12 inches of harden length to clean him of his sweat as you stated to suck him off to causing him to moan “ Oh fuck yeah suck daddy’s big cock my little cock slut” he moaned out as sounds of you gagging on his long length down you throat where being heard.

As you soon stoped and licked down his legs and feet as you got up again and stripped yourself of your clothes and sat on his lap. “Come on daddy give me this big dick” you said to Nick as you put your arms on his chest as you watched him spit on his hand and start to lube up your hole and his cock as he started to go into your walls.

“Oh fuck baby your hole was made to take my dick” he said to you as you sinked on top of his foot long cock as he put his arms back behind his head as you rode him and arched down to kiss him.

“MM-AH OH FUCK DADDY I GONNA CUMMM!!”you yelled exploring all over Nick’s torso. “AH-UM YEAH FUCK TAKE DADDY’S CUM!!” He yelled cumming inside you as you rode out your high for awhile as you collapsed on top of him and you both began to dreary heavy as he slipped out of you with his cock covered in cum.

“We should you this more often I liked it a lot” Nick said to your stroking your back with one hand and the other in your hair. “Okay give me a minute he said getting up and picking up a towel to clean you up as he passed it by your leaking hole and your chest since your cum had now been on yours too.

“Come on let’s go shower” he said as he picked you up bridal style and took you to the bathtub to clean you up after changing you in some clothes and going to lay you down in bed for the rest of the day.

#gay #gay smut #nick hargrove #lucerothings1 #Nick Hargrove x male reader

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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But Ninny, just imagine lock me up mc going into preheat and defective Yoongi gets all protective over her 🥺 anon was onto something with that heat ask honestly 😮‍💨 jk jk….unless 👀

You're antsy again, right when he'd thought he'd gotten you comfortable enough so you wouldn't try and escape anymore.

But your little outdoor adventures aren't of the usual kind either- you definitely stay in close proximity to his home, never even reach the streets, always rather roaming the rooftops, and he can see on his little GPS tracker on his laptop that you're somewhat pacing around.

Something's off, and he needs to know what.

When he reaches the rooftops, it's a little windy. Not too chilly, but a nice fresh wind blows, sun setting- and there you are, rolling on your back in the bright golden sun. "You're getting your clothes dirty." He comments, and your tail snaps up at his words, as you roll again to sit on your knees now, some dead leaves caught in your hair- but one flick of your ear and its gone with the wind, while you look at him like you're conflicted.

"I wanna sleep here tonight." You tell him, and his brows lower in confusion.

He's keeping his distance- both because he's not sure if you'll try and jump because down the line it wouldn't surprise him considering your rather... spontaneous nature, and also because your body language screams at him to stay away.

"Its gonna be cold." He tries to reason. "Why'd you wanna sleep outside?" He wants to know, and you become nervous at that, moving your legs around a little to adjust the position in which you're sitting-

And that's when the wind turns a but, making him catch your scent.

Oh.

"Yeah well- you know.." you stammer, nervous. "Even if- you know, you pick up stuff for me, it'll take almost an entire day to, you know, make me not stink anymore.." you mumble more or less, not looking at him.

"You don't stink, idiot." He clicks his tongue, before sighing. This isn't something he'd planned ahead for. "I can still go downtown and pick some shit up if you tell me what you typically take, and I promise my hands stay to myself at night." He tells you.

"Hm yeah cause it's easy for you.." You say almost disappointed.

"What do you mean?" He wants to know, and you turn around at that, your back facing him as you hug your legs.

"Nothin'." You huff stubbornly. "Go get me some Feline Help, or ChangeWay, I don't care which you choose." You mumble almost incoherently into your knees, drawing something in the dirt on the ground with a stick.

"Both of those are-" he argues instantly, well aware that both brands will leave you with heavy side effects, but now you snap your head around, hissing at him.

"Just go! Leave me!" You yell at him, and he forgives your behavior for once because it's not really in your control right now. Preheat can be extremely stressful to hybrids especially when you're used to being on medication for it usually.

Though he has a feeling there's got to be a reason you're especially on edge with him. You should be the exact opposite- so why do you seem to absolutely despise his presence right now?

"Can I leave you here without having to run after you to God knows where after I come back?" He asks, and you glare at him actually angry this time.

"I'm not stupid, Detective Min." You make sure to pronounce his job title and name especially as you talk. "I'm a walking bullseye target for anyone other than you." You huff, and he squints his eyes at that.

"I see." He suddenly says, relaxing. "I get it now."

"Oh my GOD just go and get my drugs, leave!" You yell now, throwing a small rock at him- though you only prove his point, because you clearly intentionally miss him by a lot, no intention to hurt him despite your bitter tone.

"Dont worry, I'll get them." He says, not walking closer, but taking off his jacket before he throws it at you. "But you're wrong, just so you know." He has the audacity to smirk, especially when you grow wide eyed and surprised, entire world view shifted as he gives you an answer to a question you didn't even ask, while he walks back down the metal stairs to his apartment, leaving you alone with your thoughts and his scent around you.

He's absolutely not interested in you-

Or so you thought, it seems.

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #min yoongi imagines #yoongi imagine #hybrid imagine #yoongi imagines #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi imagine

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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Rafe w/ broken neck reader again pls :) you can include these lines if you want to hehe or you can work your own creative magic!! ily

"Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!" or "stop pouting" <3

I got you bestie, I love you❤️

"I miss fucking you, dude." Rafe calls out suddenly from beside me after staring at the dark ceiling for ten minutes, bored out of his mind. I know my lack of movement, my lack of anything really, is really boring for him and I know taking care of me has taken a toll on him.

But oh my god he's getting so annoying.

"Dude, shut the fuck up." I laugh, reaching out to whack his thigh as he rolls towards me, ignoring the movie that he put on the TV. He curls up next to me, eyelashes batting cutely at me in an attempt to woo me over.

"I'm just saying, you're completely bed bound, laying like a couch potato but still looking immaculate." He groans, reaching out to rub my hips soothingly, the massage healing an ache that I didn't know I had. "You're like a feast and I'm a starving man." He presses a kiss to my shoulder and I grin with a simple eyeroll.

"You're such a whore." I giggle but it only fuels him more, his face smushing into the pillow beneath him in an attempt to stifle his horniness. "Stop pouting."

"I crave you." He mumbles into the pillow, rutting his hips dramatically into the bed a few times for good, dramatic measure and I giggle, wanting nothing but to throw my head back in laughter but the brace stops me.

"And I crave peace and quiet and a boyfriend who'll wait on me hand and foot."

"I wait on you with every fiber in my being." He flirts, propping himself up on his elbow and looks down at me with a soft look, hand reaching up to soothe the crazy hair that tangles in front of my eyes. "A handy?" He asks and I laugh loudly and exasperatedly, shoving him away from me.

"No! Rafe! Stop, puppy dog eyes aren't going to work this time."

"Can I have a kiss?" He asks with a pout, leaning towards me as his eyes move in a triangular movement between my eyes and my lips. I pucker my lips, giving him a simple peck on the lips but he tuts. "Not that pussy shit, I want a real kiss. I brushed those teeth this morning, I know they're clean so no using the 'my breath stinks' excuse'."

"Fine, get over here." I pull him in, cupping his cheek, pressing my lips firmly against his and he lets out a sigh of relief, sinking into the way that our lips sink together, his lips guiding mine to part as the kiss deepens.

"I"m like a preteen- popping one just from kissing you." He mutters into the kiss and I close my eyes with a snort.

"You're such a dork."

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toodrasticallydumb · 3 months

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Stricklake headcanon?

Oof. Okie- I *may* have gone overboard... Still, have some headcanons I got for ya! Because I have no self-control! And yes, there is a lot of them.

He speaks in innuendos almost exclusively, but she will just be blunt with it ‘cause who got time for that.

He follows her. Just. He follows her. (🎵walk him like a dog, sis, walk him like a dog🎵) Okay, but actually he follows her (especially after the Eternal Night when he’s stuck in his troll form) because his arms are much longer than a human’s so it’s a bit uncomfortable to hold hands while walking beside each other because either she needs to stretch her hand down or he has to sort of angle his shoulder up, so, to compensate he always walks just behind her so that his hand is easy to keep in hers. Hence: he just follows her. (yes, he had the choice to lead, no, he did not take it.)

After they get comfortable with each other again, Barbara MUST boop him on the nose when he yawns and does the *biiiiiigggg streeeeetch* but, when he always complains with a little grumble, she’ll kiss his cheek as compensation. (and a bonus little scritch on the base of his horns if he’s especially grumpy)

Speaking of which, he PURRS. A lot. At first it sounds super scrungly and rough because he never did it very often, but Barbara makes it her personal mission to coax the purrs out of him and turn them smoother by constantly making him do it. (She succeeds, obviously ;} and when Jim and Strickler are having a petty little argument for funsies she’ll butt in ‘all serious’ and give him the stink eye and flex her fingers ready to make him purr in front of Jim and he’ll automatically, but grumpily, shut up and let Jim win)

He blushes LIKE CRAZY at like the smallest look from her ‘cause oh my God how could he not??? She’s wonderful, and stunning, and bewitching, and oh man he’s hers and she’s his, and could he be more fortunate to have her and— Meanwhile Barb will NOT blush at much, EXCEPT, of course, when he gives the worst dad joke in the world or some stupid, down-bad line like a nervous dork and THEN she’ll blush like a tomato.

As much as I love the hc that Strickler snores loud…my mom is the one that snores really loud……………………………………….so, BARB is the loud snorer and when she’s asleep she’s ASLEEP AND UNLESS THERE’S AN EMERGENCY SHE’S NOT WAKING UP. You could poke her, prod her, move her around, she WILL NOT wake up and WILL continue snoring like she’s gotta scare off the morning birds from the tree by the window. Strickler is the lightest sleeper the world has ever seen, Barb could be shifting around and his eyes will bolt open and he’ll just lay there. But, when he is exhausted and starts dozing off on the couch he’ll already be asleep but when Barb asks if he wants them to go to bed he’ll wake up all offended like a true dad and say “I wasn’t asleep, but if you’d like.” “You were snoring.” “That is……my usual breathing at night.” “Uh-huh. Sure.” “It is-!”

(He always falls asleep easier when they cuddle, but for a while he didn’t completely understand he could just *ask* her to cuddle and she probably would, he didn’t want to bother her so he always waited for her to initiate it. Until one day he gets the nerve to ask her to cuddle and she’s like “Hon, you just had to get closer to me and I would’ve cuddled whenever you want.” “It was that simple???” “Yes, we’re MARRIED.” “Oh. Fair point.”)

He gets restless really easy (especially after the Eternal Night when sometimes he wakes up earlier than she does and he’ll be swamped by thoughts of his plummeting self-worth to actually be sleeping beside her after everything he’s done to them) so he’ll go for ‘morning jogs’/morning flights in the forest nearby and return to make Barbara breakfast. It makes him feel a bit better and he always comes back with a different flower every time to give to her, but when Barb catches on to the main reason why he does this, she starts trying to cheer him up more when he comes back. One morning she asks why he picked the flower he did and one thing leads to another and now he’ll always bring back a flower and explain to her the history of the flower and its meaning and all the dorky stuff he loves to talk about and she’ll listen while eating her breakfast.

His eyes dilate insanely wide whenever he even thinks of her and everyone has dubbed it the “Lover Look for Lake” so they (mostly Toby) can say “Ohoho, the triple L combo! You’re a loser for her, Strickler, take that L so you can kiss that L.” He NEVER lives it down.

Sometimes, on really cloudy, late nights, when Barb is working at the hospital and finally gets out, exhausted and fatigued, a little someone will pop by with dilated red eyes and a flap of leathery wings. After a LONG TIME of mini-flights, she finally trusts him enough to close her eyes and let him carry her home after her long shifts so she can soak up the lightness of the night sky while she can hear a purr in his chest as she rests against it.

Hope I satisfied your request lol

Reblog if you have any headcanons of your own!!!

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amostimprobabledream · 1 year

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Colour in my dark side (Homelander x Goth!Reader)

Blame @blindmagdalena for this, ages ago we were discussing Homelander becoming attracted to a goth!Reader who is indifferent to him and this is what spawned. Enjoy!

It’s hellish hot.

The Con is swarming with people, and your all-black outfit isn’t helping at all. This is not your idea of a good time – it’s loud, bright, every fifth person stinks of B.O, and there’s always some kid shrieking somewhere and you’re hungry. Posters and clips of the Seven are playing everywhere – you’re sure if you did a three-hundred sixty degree spin, you’d be able to see a whole movie play out across the whole venue. Honestly, it’s too much. You’ve never really cared all that much about Supes, to be honest. Sure, saving people’s lives is admirable and they deserved every bit of credit and however much money one paid Supes for doing that. That all made sense.

But all this? The tacky clothing lines and toys and comics? The endless ad campaigns and shitty movies and TV shows? It was all just so much. You had no idea how any sane person could bear it, but then, you were pretty biased in that respect. And every one of the Seven except maybe Black Noir were so not your aesthetic – the cheesy grins and spangly suits made your eyes hurt.

So why are you here?

Because your friend Jen practically begged you to come with her. She’d had tickets for SupeCon for months. Apparently, her sister was originally going to come with her, but somewhere along the way, plans changed, things got confused and she couldn’t make it. Jen promised she didn’t expect you to pay for her sister’s ticket and that she’d treat you to lunch, just as long as she didn’t have to go alone. You’d dragged her to some weird events in your time, so you agreed, if slightly reluctantly.

But now you’re here, it’s exactly as bad as you thought it was going to be. And it’s about to get worse.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe the Seven are finally here!” Jen squeals and bounces up and down next to you, while you stand there watching her in befuddlement. No doubt you make an odd pair to anybody watching – she fits right in and you look like a crow amongst a flock of sparrows.

“I mean, yeah, they are scheduled to be.” You reply, in the most deadpan voice you can muster. Jen usually catches onto your sarcasm very quickly, you’ve perfected the art of saying it subtly, but today she’s too excited and it goes right over your head.

The Seven enter with screams of applause that makes you wince, wanting to clap your hands over your ears. Homelander is in the lead, of course, waving to the crowd and even giving a cheesy thumbs-up. Queen Maeve, A-Train, Black Noir and Starlight follow him, not as bombastic but each of them seem to have their fair share of fans too. You don’t know where The Deep is and it looks like they haven’t gotten around to replacing Translucent yet.

Jen is busy snapping pictures of them as they walk to their booths. Apparently there’s going to be a short Q&A later about whatever movie it is they’re supposed to be plugging at the moment. Apparently this one is a big deal because it’s the first one with Starlight in it, but Jen promised she wouldn’t make you stay for that, thank god.

“God, most people don’t look as good when you see them in person, but they’re all so good-looking!” Jen gushes, bouncing on her heels.

“I guess.” You offer neutrally, trying not to sound too critical because she’s here to have fun.

They look a little uncomfortable to you. Well, it’s hard to get any vibes from Black Noir, to be honest, but Maeve has a just-swallowed-a-lemon face and Starlight’s smile has a nervous edge to it. You read somewhere she used to be in beauty pageants as a kid and it shows when she’s in front of a crowd. A-Train and Homelander seem to be soaking in the attention, though, which doesn’t surprise you at all.

“Omg, hey, look this way!” Jen says, suddenly turning her phone the other way and leaning her head towards yours. “Picture!”

“Ugh, do we have to?” you ask, but you dutifully pose anyway, but you don’t smile. The flash stings your eyes and you blink, hard.

You blink several times, eyes watering a bit, but you manage to prevent them from leaking, which is good because you don’t want to fuck up your eyeliner. Now Jen is staring at the rapidly-forming queue, chewing her lip as she deliberates and you fish your phone out of your pocket and start scrolling through it, absent-mindedly.

“Fuck it, I’m going in.” she says, turning to you hopefully. “You wanna come? I know you don’t really like the Seven, but you could at least meet Black Noir yourself?”

"Yeah, I don't think so." you reply without looking up from your phone. "Standing in line for hours just so some Vought barbie doll can bare their teeth at me and give me an overpriced piece of junk with their name scrawled on it is not my idea of a good time."

What the fuck?

Okay, maybe that was a bit mean - the heat and hunger is making you snippy, but fortunately for you Jen doesn't mind when you're grouchy so she simply laughs at you.

"Say what you want, Morticia, but I'm going to catch 'em all!" she grins at you. "I can't wait to talk to Starlight, she's the only one of the Seven I don't have any hand-signed merch of yet!"

You glance over at where the girl in question is sitting. Homelander gets the end table, obviously, since they're saving the best for last and if there's an emergency, he needs to be able to get out quickly (he's been known to crash through roofs before, apparently, so he's right next to the emergency exit door), but Starlight's on the table next to his. Between all the other members of the Seven there's something fragile-looking about her, with her dainty white costume and the hair in soft blonde waves. You know that's not true; she has to be tough to have been let into the Seven at all.

But...for some reason you find yourself feeling sorry for her.

"She looks so young." is what you end up saying.

“Yeah, I guess? I just wish she’d ditch that hairband; I had one just like it in middle school,” Jen says, shrugging. “Still love her, though! I’m gonna go get in line now!”

You nod, not really paying attention anymore and glance around, wondering if you should bother buying a hotdog or something – can you last another couple of hours before Jen gets you lunch?

“Okay, I’m getting a slushie. Do you want one?”

She smiles and shakes her head, hitching the strap of her bag further up her shoulder.

“Nah, it’ll have melted by the time I’m finished getting autographs. Go on and listen to The Cure or something.”

“Fuck you,” you reply with a smirk and Jen laughs and trots off towards the back of the line, her hair swishing. You’re glad she drove here because she’s going to struggle walking anywhere with all the shit she’s buying.

The line is so long it’s snaking around the room, but the Seven are used to events like this so hopefully she should only be an hour or so. You sigh and dodge a family that nearly steamroll right over you, a mother and father arguing loudly while their kids whine and shriek behind them, the youngest one squeezing an A-Train toy that is already missing an eye. You make a disgusted face as you dodge them – you don’t want their gross sticky hands getting on your clothes.

After buying yourself a slushie that’s so big it’s slightly too large for you to hold one-handed, you dodge endless streams of people until you get to a wall and lean against it. You can’t see any chairs anywhere, which is a shame because your feet are really starting to hurt.

“Fuckin’ hell,” you mutter to yourself, stabbing your straw through the slushie and taking a long, refreshing gulp. A soft sigh leaves you; “Ah.”

At least it’s quieter over here. While you nurse your drink and distantly wish you’d brought a flask so you could put some alcohol in this (you feel like alcohol would make time go by quicker), you get this prickling feeling and glance up, wondering if Jen decided she was too tired to wait.

But no. It’s not her. Instead, Homelander is staring straight at you. At first you don’t register that he is, merely that he happened to glance up in your direction, but after a couple of seconds of his unwavering gaze, it occurs to you that he might actually be looking at you. You glance over your shoulder just in case and relax – there’s an enormous poster blown up to the size of a billboard on the wall a foot or so above your head. He must be staring at that.

Right?

A moment later some guy steps in front of him to get his comic book signed and you can’t see Homelander anymore. Realising you’re nearly finished with your drink, you jolt a bit in surprise – did you drink that really fast or did you just lose track of time for a bit?

Something else occurs to you as you slip away from your quiet spot by the wall and toss your drink.

You really, really want to smoke.

That sounds like a great idea, actually. It’ll get you out of this hellhole for a bit, give you a fix you need and there might be a wall or something to perch on and rest your aching feet. True, you’ll be out in the blazing hot sunshine in all black, but sacrifices must be made.

You send a quick text to Jen and disappear out of there – the venue is strictly no smoking but you’re pretty sure if you nip around the back, there won’t be a problem. You can guarantee some of the stall owners find somewhere to get a nicotine fix, running a stand in a crowded, noisy hellhole like this for nine hours straight.

What you don’t notice is eyes tracking you across the room, and you’ve already rounded the corner of the venue when Homelander stands up and claps his hands, announcing the Seven are taking a quick break and they’ll be right back to finish off the signing, folks!

Cheers and groans swell up in equal measure, but before anybody has any time to protest (though none of the Seven seem to mind this announcement), he’s already vanished through the emergency exit.

Blissfully, you stretch your legs out as you have another suck on your vape. Your instincts were right on the money – you didn’t find a handy wall, but there’s a staff-only door with a couple of stairs that you’ve sat down on. If anybody comes outside, it’ll probably be people working for SupeCon and god knows they probably need a cigarette break more than you do.

Anyway, it’s not like there are any signs back here that say “No Smoking”. An implication is not a concrete rule.

"Smoking's bad for your health, you know."

You jolt and look around, even though you already know who that voice belongs to.

They say famous people always look smaller up close, but in Homelander's case it's the exact opposite. He looks bigger if anything, perhaps it's the way his cape sways importantly behind him or the eagle epaulettes give his silhouette a severe, angular look, but while a few minutes ago you were alone, now it's like you're in a crowded room all over again. You lower your vape.

What the hell is he doing back here? Somehow you don’t think Homelander wanted to get away for a quick nicotine fix before he returns to his adoring public. You stand up, not wanting to be stuck crouching on the steps while he looms over you.

"So." Homelander says, popping his lips. "Not to sound too forward, but I couldn't help but notice you earlier. You, ah, stick out a bit in there, even brooding over there by the wall."

"They do say that, yeah." you deadpan, rubbing your lips together where there's still a lingering taste of your flavoured smoke.

He's looking at you strangely - though Homelander is smiling, there's something flat about it, like it's just something he does while on standby. There's no genuine feeling behind it at all - it doesn't match the look in his eyes, and somehow despite the warm sunshine bearing down on you, suddenly you feel a little chilly. Perhaps he doesn’t appreciate jokes.

His eyes pointedly run down your outfit, and you glance down reflexively too - you're not the only person wearing black in there, but most of the people who are are the ones dripping in Black Noir merch. You're the only person you've seen who isn't wearing any colour or even a hint of Supe gear. Plus you were standing directly in Homelander's line of vision, even if you figured the hundreds of people inbetween you and him would be more than sufficient to hide you. And he'd been so busy dramatically signing every Homelander-related item shoved under his nose that the notion he'd bother noticing a single person in such a big crowd was honestly baffling to you.

Is he coming onto me?

Yeah, right. Homelander, the most baseball games and apple pie person in existence, the All-American boy himself, hitting on a random goth chick?

"Oh?" you reply, wondering where he was going with this.

He tilts his head, looking down at you and you're reminded of a bird of prey staring down a mouse. It makes you straighten your back - you're free to do what you want, and if you don't want to drink the Vought Kool-Aid everybody else here seems to have, what difference does it make to him? It's almost like he's offended there isn't one person here desperate to bask in his presence. It's not as if you've ever disliked Homelander (though he isn't helping his case presently), it's just none of this is you.

"Not a fan of Supes?" he asks lightly, but there's a mocking note in his voice that surprises you. Normally he sounds as rehearsed as those action figures of his. "Does saving lives bore you? Hm? Is that why you came here, to show us all how different and unique you are? Tickets aren't cheap - seems a lot of money for a normal person to spend on not caring."

"My friend asked me to come." you reply, a little defensively, which is ridiculous. Why should you feel the need to explain yourself to Homelander? It's none of his fucking business. "Look, it’s not that I didn’t get in line because I don’t think saving lives matters or anything, I just-“

“You just don’t want to talk to…what was it? Oh, right, a ‘Vought Barbie-doll bearing their teeth at you’?” Homelander says, and shame prickles your skin to have your own words thrown back at you. He steps a little closer and you can smell him – some fancy cologne that probably costs more than your entire outfit put together, plus a sort of woodsy smell like pine trees. You can’t even detect a hint of sweat – apparently sweating is below such beings.

You make a sound, a sort of scoff of disbelief. This can’t really be happening, can it?

“Look, I’m not…I never said I don’t think what you actually do is important. But this?” you wave a hand in the general direction of the Con. “All the pomp and circumstance? Yeah, not my scene.”

“Too bright for your dark tastes, huh?” Homelander says, and is it you or is his voice pitched a little lower than before? It sounds rougher for sure, like stone scraping against stone.

You press your lips together, because can’t think of anything to say to that. It’s pretty obvious he’s not going to be mollified and you’re not apologising to him – if he can’t let go of a little comment made by a total stranger, that’s his burden to bear. You just want to go home. So, you stuff your vape back into your pocket and turn to leave, blowing tutti-frutti flavoured smoke out of the corner of your mouth. You’re tired and hungry and you just want to get out of here and go to lunch.

Unfortunately for you, Homelander seems to have other ideas.

His hand suddenly shoots out and grabs your wrist, tugging your arm out straight, making you stumble forwards – he damn near yanks you right off your feet. He does it so fast you don't have time to react at first, then your eyes narrow in bewilderment.

"Hey-!" you protest, and try to squirm free, but his fingers lock around your wrist. It's like trying to pull your arm out of a steel door and the most insulting thing of all is that Homelander isn't really trying - it's like somebody effortlessly pinching the neck of a kitten to make them go limp. He looks calmer now that he’s caught you off guard, shooting you an amused little smirk. You go still.

"Looks like you're a fan of ink," Homelander says, his eyes tracing up and down the tattoos on your body. Distantly you remember that he has X-ray vision and heat surges to your cheeks - is he-?

But his next words make you go still.

"Since you didn’t have anything for me to sign…I suppose I can make do.”

Easily holding you still just by one arm, he tugs out a Sharpie that was apparently nestling against his hip, held there by his belt, and whips it out, tugging the cap off with his teeth. You catch a glimpse of the side of the pen - it's permanent ink.

"What the fuck-?!"

He ignores your protests, no doubt your squirms are so ineffectual to him you might as well be trying to break down a door with a feather, and he begins writing on you. He's careful not to accidentally tear your fragile skin with the force of the pen, but a shiver goes shooting down your arm as the chilly tip of the pen glides across your forearm, breaking out in goosebumps. You feel like you’re watching this happen from far away, somehow, disengaged from the situation now that you know you can’t run away.

It doesn't take long, only a few seconds, but for you those moments stretch on, elastic as a rubber band being pulled tight before someone releases it. When he's finished, he lets go and you jerk your arm back like it's been burned.

Homelander's autograph is still wet with ink, but already you can see the darker spots being absorbed into your skin - it takes up the entirety of your forearm, written in huge, looping scrawl. You can only stare at it in disbelief - how long is this going to take to wash off? Probably weeks, even if you do scrub it every day with soap or a body scrub or whatever the fuck else you might have to use to get rid of it. You look back up at Homelander, who has already put the pen away. He's grinning at you broadly now, but his fangs are bared and you want to step back from him. You only don't because there's a wall right behind you and you have the perverse thought that looking like you want to run away might excite him.

"You know, I always thought tattoos looked a little…trashy." Homelander confides with a smirk, and his eyes travel up and down the length of your body in a way that would be indecent even without knowing he can see straight through your clothes if he so pleases. "Especially on pretty girls like you, even if you hide it under all that. But I guess it's all about finding ones that suit you best, isn't it? Maybe you can get that made into a real one."

Your jaw drops at the absolute fucking gall. If it were anyone else you probably would have thrown hands with him right now, because who the fuck does he think he is?

But you already know that. He's The Homelander. The best-case scenario is you'd break your hand on him. Worst case?

You don't want to think about what the worst-case scenario might be. You might like dark things, but this is different.

“Well?” Homelander nudges and you continue to stare at him, bewildered. “Aren’t you going to say thank you?”

The air seems to shiver with tension and you nervously lick your lips, uncaring that you’re still wearing lipstick. You’re stalling and he knows it.

“Homelander!”

Before you can even begin to formulate some kind of reply that fulfills the requirements without actually having to say the words, a woman in an absolutely hideous pantsuit comes running up to him and he rolls his eyes, turning to her.

“For fuck’s sake, Ashley, what is it now?” he says, and if he hadn’t just forcefully scribbled all over your skin and demanded you thank him for it ten seconds ago.

You recognise an opportunity when you see one and take that moment to beat it, trying not to run, but in the end you can’t help it, holding your arm to your body like you’ve broken it. You know Homelander is watching you – you can feel his eyes on your back, but you don’t turn around.

As you hurry back entrance hall, you spot Jen, who is now laden down with bags of stuff.

“There you are!” she says. “God, my legs are aching from standing around, but I’m all done! I’m thinking Applebee’s…are you okay? You look a bit clammy.”

“Yeah,” you say, dropping your arm and pressing it to your side. The signature is big, but it’s on the inside of your arm. If you take care to keep it hidden under a booth or against your side, hopefully Jen won’t see it. You don’t feel like explaining how you got it. “Just hungry.”

“Same here. Come on, I think I parked in Bay C…”

You follow Jen out, silently sending up a thanks to whoever might be listening that she’s happy to leave now, that she doesn’t think to ask you any further questions. She’s in her little Supe bubble and you’re not going to pop it. Especially not if you know Homelander can hear you.

Especially if you know he might still be watching you.

“Fuckin’ assholes.”

That was Homelander’s assessment of the day. Oh, he’d smiled for pictures, he’d signed the mass-produced bullshit people pushed at him and he’d answered questions about a silly movie he barely remembered making. Such trivialities that Vought deemed worthy of his time. But anything for the fans, right?

He popped the top off a carton of milk he had awaiting him in his apartment, not even bothering with a glass as he chugged the stuff down, cool and sweet and delicious against his parched throat. As he drank, the one spot of entertainment of the day floated to the surface of his mind.

Namely, the face of that little goth girl when he’d grabbed her arm, the way she immediately stilled when he started writing his name on her skin. For all the weary sighing and under-her-breath snark, there would be nothing she could do about his name branded across her skin like that. It would fade in time, of course, but he got a distinct fission of satisfaction knowing she’d be thinking of him, whether she wanted to or not, every time she looked down at it.

Even if she covered it with black clothes, they’d both know it was there. Like a little secret.

Lazily, almost absently, he started undoing the front of his suit, one-handed, fishing out his already hardening cock. Setting the milk aside, he braced himself against the wall as he started to jerk it in some frantic pumps of his hand, overcome with the memory of her, the whiff of her Vape and the hitching of breath when he touched her. Homelander moaned throatily and threw his head back, imagining how it might feel to put his name on the girl permanently, to ink himself on someone who thought they were o very removed from the world he inhabited – no, not inhabited – ruled. She was just as much something to amuse him as everyone else.

As few more frantic jerks made him come, a hot, pleasing flush after a long, boring day of pageantry and ennui.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself, with a smile, lashes casting shadows across his cheeks with his eyes closed in bliss.

Perhaps there was something to be said about tattoos after all.

The water hisses as you scrub and scrub and scrub, foamy white bubbles dribbling down your arm and splashing back into the sink.

Nothing. The Homelander signature is still there, gleaming starkly in the dim lighting of your bathroom. You’ve been working away at it for hours now, but whatever pen he used is apparently an excellent quality one. You're just thankful Jen was too hyper from meeting her idols to notice you were suddenly doing everything one-handed.

But an idea comes to you as you stare resentfully at your reflection, gingerly patting your arm (which is sore now from hours of scrubbing and soaking it) – if you can’t get it off you and you’ll have to live with it for a couple of weeks, the best thing to do seems obvious.

Namely, improve it.

So you hurry into your room and start fishing through your desk drawers until you find it – another Sharpie, one you have ironically brought to gigs with you before for bands to sign if you can get them alone for a minute. But it will serve another purpose tonight.

Tugging the cap off with your teeth, you lie your arm flat on your desk and hover the pen over Homelander’s name.

Very carefully you make your adjustment, grinning around the cap as you do.

A second later and it’s done. The word Homelander is still there – except that the ‘m’ is blocked out with a black star, so now it actually reads “Ho★elander.”

“How’s that one for trashy, asshole?” you mutter to yourself, a surge of petty glee rising up in you like sap oozing forth from a tree, savagely pleased with your handiwork.

As you flop onto your bed, a line pops into your head, and despite what a long, bizarre day it’s been, you laugh and say out loud;

“I went to SupeCon, and all I got was this lousy autograph.”

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gojoed · 2 years

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“bakugo come on, we’re gonna be late!”

it was morning on a thursday, the sky seemed calm. there was no evident sign of the sun in the sky, only pale grey clouds covering it like a blanket. it was winter after all. you stood by the gate entrance of the home of the bakugo’s, waiting for probably one of the loudest kids in the neighborhood to show up already.

“bakugo, i swear to god, i’m leaving without you if you don’t hurry up!”

“ok, jesus y/n wait the fuck up!”

“i’ve been waiting for five minutes already, we gotta go!”

“then wait five more!”

he always knew how to retaliate your comments you gave him. both of you never really gave each other a chance to have a consistent winner in these games of screaming back and forth. you sighed for what seemed the umpteenth time. there was a little breeze coming in, so you hugged the jacket that covered your uniform closer to you.

“bakugo!” you yelled a third time, a little irritated that he was taking so long, he never took long.

“y/n!” he yelled back, in the same tone as you did, asshole.

bakugo finally rushed out of his home's door, pausing only to hop slightly to adjust his shoes. he ran towards you with his light brown scarf in his hand. he huffed while wrapping it around his neck.

“damn you can’t even wait a few minutes, impatient ass.”

“well you were taking too long while i was starting to feel my ass freeze over.“

he snorted and retorted with something along the lines of, “what ass?”

you rolled your eyes at him and walked along the sidewalk. it was thursday, a school day, and ever since you started going to school with bakugo, you were never late. so it seemed odd to you that all of a sudden to see him taking longer than he normally would have.

“soooo, why were you taking so long? forgot your underwear or something?”

“the fuck, hell no! i was just looking for something.”

“something? oh come on you’re not even going to give me a little hint to what made you so panicky this fine morning? you even made the clouds worried.”

bakugo gave you the stink eye. but at the same time he moved his left hand out of his pocket where he always seemed to stuff it in. he pulled out a glittery object, the size of a card. well maybe because it was a card, an all might card.

“i was looking for this you idiot.”

“...you know show and tell stopped like in elementary school, right?”

“of course i know!“ bakugo yelled back at you, he shoved it back in his pocket along with his hand. there was a moment of silence between you two, before he sighed and mumbled.

“i’ve always had it on me, you remember when i got those chips with deku and my old friends back then?”

“the all might chips? yeah i remember those.”

“remember the card i showed you that i got from them?”

you shook your head slightly, to signal a ‘no’ until your mind went back to the card in his pocket. you let out a loud ‘oh!’.

“wait, but why do you still have it?” you wanted to know. those chips were just any old merchandise that helped all might’s name and company earn more money. any other kid could have had it.

bakugo took another long line of silence before opening his mouth again. the tips of his ears were tinged a now slight pink, and it didn’t look like it was from the cold.

“...i... always wanted to have all might autograph it. wouldn’t mean shit to me if he just signed a random paper, though.”

you remained quiet for a few seconds. so it was that important to him? wait so how long has that card been with him? has he really always carried it alongside him? a small smile grew on your face, remembering when he came over to your house with his friend group shouting how he got all might’s card. he was so happy he was practically bouncing off the walls.

“one day, i’m gonna make all might sign this!”

bakugo, the one in the present, gave you a side glance. you had a dumb smile on your face now, looking forward. he clenched his fist tighter and tried to shove them deeper into his pockets, which now seemed smaller than he remembered. did you think it was dumb? you always called some of his ideas dumb as a joke. he was so deep in worry that he didn’t notice you staring back at him.

he felt the base of his neck start to heat up under his scarf (thank god he had it on or he wouldn’t hear the end of it from you) and made a ‘tch’ sound. would you just talk to him already?

“well how about this, katsuki bakugo.”

you linked you arms together, only causing more heat to travel up his neck. he was still thankful for his scarf.

“we’ll get all might to sign that card for you, even if we’re dying, we’ll insist on it.”

he blinked and then smirked at you.

“was already planning on it.”

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monsterblogging · 7 months

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So, I think I finally sorted out why I find Karl Heisenberg kind of weird and incoherent as a character concept when I actually stop and think about it. It took me several weeks and two watchings of Why Do You Always Kill Gods in JRPGs? to finally put my finger on it, but here it is.

So, the Resident Evil franchise is a series that has been loaded with metaphor and allegory from day one. The games have talked about stuff like labor exploitation under capitalism, eugenics, theocracy, neoimperialism, and even how the existence of counter-terrorist organizations creates perverse incentives to make more terrorists so the organizations have something to do.

Now the thing is, these are all systemic issues. For most of the franchise, the focus has been on large scale systemic problems.

Resident Evil 7, however, changed things up a little. While systemic problems are still a thing, they're put on the back burner in favor of focusing on a toxic family dynamic. Specifically, it focuses on what happens when people internalize a loved one's irrational fears and unhealthy behavior patterns. The mold here represents the emotional bonds between these people, and the way it's rotted their physical home represents how it's destroyed the family as a home. As a concept it's pretty solid; the only issue here is the execution, which treats Eveline as if she's an unsympathetic monster when she's actually the primary victim here. But still, solid base concept.

Resident Evil 8 tries to do both interpersonal issues and systemic issues. It took a lot of cues from Resident Evil 4 (the "theocracy is bad, oh my god keep it out of the government" installment) and threw in a lot of systemic issue shit while also trying to be about a toxic family dynamic. For the most part, this works out fine.

You got Mother Miranda representing the power of theocracy. Lady Dimitrescu's here representing stuff like conspicuous consumption and worker abuse/labor exploitation. Donna's representing toys/entertainment used to distract people with unhealthy illusions rather than giving genuine enrichment. Moreau represents a neglected healthcare system. Heisenberg is here to be the military-industrial complex... or, is he?

The first three characters do a solid job of embodying actual systemic issues. Heisenberg, however, is kind of a mess because the game tries to code him as two completely different kinds of people: the militaristic leader, and the exploited blue collar worker/engineer/mechanic.

Many of Heisenberg's lines seem to suggest that he sees other people as means to an end; things to be weaponized. He frequently praises Ethan's body and wants to weaponize him against Miranda. He also wants to do the same with Rose. This is, of course, how the military as an institution tends to view people.

But one problem here is, Heisenberg doesn't dress the part. They could have put him in a ratty old officer's cap and jacket and given him a dozen swords (the weapon of the ruling class) to magnetically control. But instead, he dresses like a member of the working class and carries a fucking hammer. So while Capcom probably meant Ethan's rejection of Heisenberg's offer to come off as "fuck off, I'm not letting you exploit me!", it... sorta also comes off as "fuck you, I don't need no stinking unions!"

Heisenberg also complains that Miranda has humiliated him by putting him under her control. This might have been meant to reflect how actual militaristic shitheads love to complain that they're being humiliated and emasculated by not being allowed to inflict violence willy-nilly. But the problem is, Heisenberg's complaints are actually valid, because he's actually being abused by his mother figure. Your militaristic shitheads aren't being abused; they're just pissed off over not being allowed to go kill people wherever they feel like manifesting their destiny and becoming great men of history.

Additionally, Heisenberg just doesn't embody the toxic masculinity that your militaristic shitheads insist makes you a Real Man™. Yeah, his traumadumping is ill-timed and obnoxious, but he's actually talking about his trauma instead of just bottling it up. He's doing what toxic masculinity considers unthinkable - making himself emotionally vulnerable to another man. He's actually less aggressive than the other lords, since he doesn't actually try to kill Ethan until Ethan tries to kill him. Furthermore, in calling Chris Redfield a "boulder-punching asshole," he displays contempt for over-the-top displays of male-coded power.

And of course, Heisenberg making soldats could be read as a metaphor for how the military dehumanizes people by turning them into instruments of destruction, but the problem is that he's using people who are already dead. Sure, he's definitely been considering using living people, but the fact that this thought only comes after years of nothing else working and he's never actually done it says that he hasn't actually committed himself to this, so if that was the intention here... it also doesn't work.

So yeah, IMO Heisenberg ends up being a kind of weird, incoherent character concept because the game wants him to represent both the military-industrial complex and the exploited engineer/mechanic literally just trying to survive, and uh, these are two very different concepts and don't really work together in the same guy.

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