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I didn't realize other people had already drawn it until now but it's fine bc I didn't even do fishtail so ... Anyway here it is. Will with pigtail braids and ultra floofy ends :)

do you have a reference pic as to what you imagine will to look like w his braided hair? it’s such a cute hc 🥹

lemme tell you i have never run to pinterest so fast in my LIFE.

i wish i could draw!! oh well. in my head he’s got french braids (these are dutch braids, but same idea) on both sides of his head, ending in those cute poofy pigtails. (the second picture is most accurate except he doesn’t really have the same bangs, so the front is closer to the third picture).

some other little things about this headcanon:

- his mama used to do them for him when he was small. when he got to camp, silena did them for him, and she taught lee so he could do it when she wasn’t around. he was very bad at it. will didn’t mind.

- will had to teach himself how to do it after the war. at first he was very bad at it. he did mind.

- clarisse helped him relearn. silena taught her, too, when she was first transitioning. (great way to keep long hair out of your face).

- he doesn’t wear his hair like this every day, because it takes a good fifteen minutes to do well, and frankly he would rather sleep most mornings. but when he wants to feel good, he wears them.

- on their first holiday together (halloween), nico didn’t know the etiquette so he panicked and bought will elastics with little ghost charms, fully expecting them to be politely recieved and subsequently discarded.

- will was delighted with them and wore them regularly.

- as something of a tradition, nico buys him little elastic charms every time he sees them. every time he gives them to will, he beams, and nico blushes down to his toes and preens like a goddamn peacock. nico also gets very smug when he sees will wearing them, which is often.

- will’s hair is curly enough that the hair after he ties the braids off is very poofy. first time nico sees them, he starts calling him dandelion. it’s his favourite nickname and makes him melt every time.

- (nico frequently uses it when he wants something)

GODS i never knew i had so much to say about a hairstyle but i feel like i could talk for thousands of words 😭😭 thank you so much for asking!!

Well @spaceperformerz since you’d “honestly like to know” I’ll tell you why I think it’s shitty.

It’s shitty cause the episode we saw last night is not the show I know and love.

Where did all the amazing cinematography and graphics suddenly go? What were those cheesy transitions? Mycroft’s stupid umbrella sword thing? The bleeding portraits? The fake af explosion? And how did they survive that plus the fall from the second floor and survive without a scratch? How did John get out of the well with a rope if his ankles were chained to it? Why no follow through on John’s note from TST? Why did they completely ignore the huge cliffhanger from TLD? Why the recycled soundtrack? 

What about what they did to the characters? The amazing, beautiful characters we know and love? Why was John reduced to a sidekick when the whole show has been about their beautiful duoship and synergy? Why make the show about Sherlock’s growth as a human and make it clear that he needs romantic love to be complete in TLD only to not follow through with that? What about the female characters? Why was a smart, capable, strong woman like Molly reduced to a pathetic character who will endlessly pine over a man and be broken by his rejection instead of giving her the strength to move on and be complete without him? Why make Mary, a skillful, sharp woman with the potential to be a kickass character baddie, give it all up for a domestic life and die for absolutely no reason other than to further the male character arcs? Why write a baby in the show for no reason only to ignore it in the narrative the entire season? Why throw the character development of all the characters completely out the window?

What about the lgbt community? Why did they queer code pretty much every single disgusting villain? This might have been excusable, had they made the good characters  explicitly queer too (hence, another reason Johnlock was so important). If we’re going even further back than this season, why include a strong, witty, lesbian character only to have her crying and needing to be saved by a man in the end? Why all the gay jokes? Again, it would have been excusable if Johnlock happened. But no, they really were just cheap gay jokes, not foreshadowing of something more to come. Why did they advertise this season as “sherlock is back and he’s in love”? Why did they put “i love you” in the trailer? They KNEW that was misleading and it was as a shitty thing to do. 

Why advertise it like its the big shattering climax and finale to their show? Complete with insane wish fulfillment and massive payoffs? What was the big climax? That Sherlock has an evil sister? Like..?? I’m sorry, but tjlc and johnlock completely aside, it was just an unsatisfying ‘climax’ that makes no sense at all.

They took a show that had soooo much potential. SO much potential to be groundbreaking and history-making and legendary. And instead they took it and shit all over women and the lgbt community and threw away the narrative and character development that they had built up for seven years. 

That’s why it’s shitty. Thanks for asking. 

Well @spaceperformerz since you’d “honestly like to know” I’ll tell you why I think it’s shitty.

It’s shitty cause the episode we saw last night is not the show I know and love.

Where did all the amazing cinematography and graphics suddenly go? What were those cheesy transitions? Mycroft’s stupid umbrella sword thing? The bleeding portraits? The fake af explosion? And how did they survive that plus the fall from the second floor and survive without a scratch? How did John get out of the well with a rope if his ankles were chained to it? Why no follow through on John’s note from TST? Why did they completely ignore the huge cliffhanger from TLD? Why the recycled soundtrack? 

What about what they did to the characters? The amazing, beautiful characters we know and love? Why was John reduced to a sidekick when the whole show has been about their beautiful duoship and synergy? Why make the show about Sherlock’s growth as a human and make it clear that he needs romantic love to be complete in TLD only to not follow through with that? What about the female characters? Why was a smart, capable, strong woman like Molly reduced to a pathetic character who will endlessly pine over a man and be broken by his rejection instead of giving her the strength to move on and be complete without him? Why make Mary, a skillful, sharp woman with the potential to be a kickass character baddie, give it all up for a domestic life and die for absolutely no reason other than to further the male character arcs? Why write a baby in the show for no reason only to ignore it in the narrative the entire season? Why throw the character development of all the characters completely out the window?

What about the lgbt community? Why did they queer code pretty much every single disgusting villain? This might have been excusable, had they made the good characters  explicitly queer too (hence, another reason Johnlock was so important). If we’re going even further back than this season, why include a strong, witty, lesbian character only to have her crying and needing to be saved by a man in the end? Why all the gay jokes? Again, it would have been excusable if Johnlock happened. But no, they really were just cheap gay jokes, not foreshadowing of something more to come. Why did they advertise this season as “sherlock is back and he’s in love”? Why did they put “i love you” in the trailer? They KNEW that was misleading and it was as a shitty thing to do. 

Why advertise it like its the big shattering climax and finale to their show? Complete with insane wish fulfillment and massive payoffs? What was the big climax? That Sherlock has an evil sister? Like..?? I’m sorry, but tjlc and johnlock completely aside, it was just an unsatisfying ‘climax’ that makes no sense at all.

They took a show that had soooo much potential. SO much potential to be groundbreaking and history-making and legendary. And instead they took it and shit all over women and the lgbt community and threw away the narrative and character development that they had built up for seven years. 

That’s why it’s shitty. Thanks for asking. 

yn is moving to China right? so I want yn to meet Jackson Wang in China and fell in love with him and get pregnant with his baby. 😂😁

HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA OMG JACKSON WANG FROM CHINA

He will feed her rice and spend nice and good life.

Oh? You’re a Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley lover? Hm.. okay tell me more about your deep and haunting desire for someone at their worst to choose to stay with you at yours, protecting you from all harm and hurt like a big scary dog.

The members of Fall Out Boy arriving to the 2005 MTV Video Music Awards in Miami, Florida The members of Fall Out Boy literally falling out of their car and then walking down red carpet while interacting with fans.

there’s this stark contrast between gabriel’s cadence of speech in act 1 vs act 2 but i cant explain it or the way it makes me feel

Sweet Thing {s.c.}

9 “ That feels good…” 14 “Spread your legs, sweet thing.” 33 “Please, just let me come!"

Changbin x afab!reader | trope: strangers to lovers, regular hookup turns serious | smut | wordcount: 1.8k

Synopsis: You know nothing about the hot guy you've been hooking up with for months. You're not even sure about his name. Obviously, you need to change that. In the middle of sex is probably not the right time, but so what?!

Warnings: explicit content | dni if your under 18

Smut Tags: Porn with Plot | Explicit Sexual Content | Making Out | Hook-up in Bathroom | Bathroom Sex | Fingering (reader rec.) | Oral (reader rec.) | Edging | Overstimulation | Teasing | Some Dirty Talk | Slight Praise Kink | Dom/Sub Undertones (Dom!Changbin) | Mirror Sex

Note: Well, I don't know what to say for myself. The prompt event happened in March/April 2022. And here I am, 2 years later. Some requested prompts are still in my inbox, and I do think I will write something for each eventually. For now, please enjoy this one :) Also, thanks @jl-micasea-fics for letting me use your prompts. I know it's been two years, but still, credit where its due ;)

Taglist: @skzho @bubblelixie @flakywig @itsallaboutkey @avyskai @mekuiikore @changbiddies0325 @knowleeknow @sensitiveandhungry @svintsandghosts @poutypoutybin @hyunjinswifeee @sunlitwilderness

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“Spread your legs, sweet thing.”

Against every fibre in your body, you disobey and further the distance to the unbelievably attractive man instead. Much to his dismay.

“Hey,” he tilts your gaze towards himself by the touch of your jaw. A sweet gesture, seeing you were heavily making out seconds before. “What’s going on?”

Hidden away in the small bathroom of your favourite bar, you find yourself perched on the counter. Most definitely the product of the alcohol intoxicating your system.

“Sorry—” you excuse yourself, wiping your hands down the sides of face. “I’m good. Let’s keep going.”

Expecting him to continue where you had left of, you’re surprised to find him leaning against the wall. “Not until you tell me what’s going on in that stunning head of yours.”

A light blush spreads over your cheeks towards your ears and your lip wanders between your teeth. Because the reason for your distraction is so stupid.

“It’s just, we’ve been doing this for a while.” Hooking up at this very bar every weekend for the past few months. For the life of you, you can’t remember how it even started. Possibly with a conversation and his hand on your thigh. Probably with a few shots while celebrating your birthday. “And I don’t know anything about you.”

“Which hasn’t been a problem until now. So, where’s this coming from?”

The first few times were fun. Hooking up in the bathroom, words limited to the absolute necessary. If anything, it made it even hotter. Being with a stranger whose name you hardly remember. But then the comments started. You don’t know which of your friend was the first to say something. It might have been Seungmin, questioning how you could keep hooking up weekly without knowing the first thing about him.

And now you can’t shake the comment out of you if you try. The voice is a constant tenant of your metaphorical head-apartment. Living rent-free.

“My friends. They’ve been asking questions about you. None of which I can answer.” Which is stupid, because it shouldn’t matter. What matters is the incredibly handsome and muscular guy in front of you. Changbin— you think.

You’re surprised when he doesn’t laugh at or dismiss their concern. “Okay, then. Let’s do it.”

Cocking an eyebrow, you look down at his hands as they begin travelling up your thighs again. Leaving goosebumps as they burn into your skin.

“Do what?”

“Get to know each other. Might as well play 21 questions while we’re at it.”

His lips brush against your jaw before he urges them against your neck. Checking the quickening of your pulse as he licks at the veins.

“Come on. Hit me.”

But you can’t think. His touches are a true distraction, moans tumbling out of your mouth as you finally spread your legs for him. He slots between them, fitting like the last piece of a puzzle.

“You do know how 21 questions works, right?”

His hands grope at your flesh, pulling you closer until you can feel him against your most sensitive part. Why’d you have to speak up? He could have been inside you by now, but you had to open your stupid mouth.

“Yeah— Just— Can’t think.”

“Fine,” he gives in, pulling at your lip as he kisses you. You’re so hot, you wonder whether you’re nursing a fever. “I’ll tell you three things about me, then. Speed things up. ‘S that alright?”

“Please.” You’re begging now, nails digging into the skin of his bulky arms as he’s dragging his clothed crotch against you. “Feels so good.”

“First one.” Changbin pulls your top up over your breasts, freeing your bra. His thick fingers brush against your nipples, forcing a shudder through your body. “I go to the gym five times a week.”

“Obvious—ngh,” you agree turns into a throaty moan as he nibbles at your left breast. Your panties soaked already as you mumble into the night. “Deeper.”

“I’m not even inside you yet.” His chuckle vibrates through your torso. Then he grazes his teeth against your second nipple, and you might as well have lost your head.

“No. Tell me— fuck— tell something deeper. Something not— not everyone knows.”

You’re entering heaven when his hand wanders down your side and towards the hem of your skirt. It wiggles below the fabric, setting flames to your loins. You’re burning from the inside out as this stranger handles your body like he created it himself. Knows how to make you go absolutely insane. And that’s with his clothes still on.

“I call my mom every day.” That definitely fits the category of deep talk. Although, the thought of Changbin’s mother doesn’t exactly fit the moment. “Number three, I’d like to take you out one of these days.”

When the tip of his thumb reaches for your clit, you see the realisation hit his features in real time. You’ve ruined your panties and he can feel it. He has ruined you, and he can see it. From your rolled-back eyes to your tossed-back head. You’re in absolute ecstasy.

Changbin thumbs at your nub, drawing circles with your own wetness. Smirking with pride like a lunatic.

“Your turn, sweet thing. Three things about you, then you get to come.”

No words describe the hatred you feel for yourself when you realise he’s serious. The trajectory of earning your orgasm is as much arousing as it is frustrating. If only you hadn’t said a thing.

“I’m—” You tumble forward as his middle finger enters you. And him? He cocks his head at you, playing confused.

“Sorry? I don’t understand you. Can you speak up?”

Asshole.

“Music,” you mumble, breathless. “I like music. Listening. Making.”

“That’s one. You’re doing so good for me.” A kiss swallows the whine as he enters another finger. Your walls are clenching around him as his thumb practically attacks your clit. It feels so good, but it’s not enough and Changbin knows. “I tell you what. Give me a second, and I’ll give you a third. Sound good?”

You nod, frantic, needing—nay, craving—another one of his fingers.

“I’m good— good at— oh, God.” Hands are clawing at his shirt, the black and red fabric almost ripping from the strength he ignites in you. Your stomach is tensing tight, and he slows down. It’s an alarming promise, Changbin threatening to leave you high and dry if you don’t give him another one. A second fact about yourself. “Maths. I’m good at maths.”

You’re all but howling when he enters a third finger and curls them up against your spot. That’s when you loose the rest of control over your body. None of your movements are under your own command anymore, Changbin’s the sole reason you’re even still sitting upright.

“That’s two. I thought you were good at maths. You’re one short of earning my mouth, sweet thing.”

The promise alone almost makes you fall of the edge. His mouth on you. Coaxing you to your sweet, sweet release. It’s not far, but Changbin is the only one who can make you reach it. You don’t doubt he’ll leave you on the edge if you don’t give him a third fact.

It’s unfortunate that you can’t form coherent sentences anymore. Let alone think of a third fact about yourself. Absolutely pathetic.

“Please—” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you stare up at him, begging, pleading. “Please, just let me come.”

“Nuh-uh,” he teases with a smirk. A soft kiss hits your nose, then your lips. “That’s not a fact, sweet thing. Don’t you want to come on my tongue?”

Again, the thought alone has you clenching on his fingers. You’re so full, so close, and yet, can’t think of anything.

Maybe if you copy one of his facts, he won’t notice, right? But what was it he said? Oh, right. Gym, mom, date. But, you don’t go to the gym and you don’t talk to your mom daily.

“So, what is it?”

“Date!” you blurt out and he looks confused. “Take me out.” But that’s a prompt, not a fact, so you correct even further, teetering on the edge of heaven and hell. “I’d like it, I mean.”

Changbin debates for a second whether your words count as a fact. You can tell he wants to tease you some more, relishes in it. Thank God, he decides against it.

A sigh of relief escapes you when he finally leans down, pushes your skirt up and connects his lips to yours. And that’s all it takes.

One second his tongue prods against your clit, the next you’re coming on it.

And come, you do. You’re sure you’re squirting all over his face as he swallows up every bit of your release. Cleans you with his mouth until you’re glistening in spit and overstimulation. It doesn’t seem he wants to leave the space between your thighs and you have to drag him away when it becomes too much.

“Sweet, sweet thing,” he teases with a smile when he comes up, licking his lips. His hair is a mess, likely from your hands tugging at the strands and he looks like sex-on-legs. Cheeks dark pink, lips just as, and eyes blurry from arousal. He’s so, so hot, and you’re heating up again already as he’s kissing your lips with pure passion. “So, about that date…”

“Name a place and a time. I’ll be there.”

He chuckles, pulling you from the counter and turning you around. You will never tire from him, treating you like a doll. Bending and breaking you as he pleases. Those damn muscles flex as his arms wrap around your body and he pushes you up against the sink.

“We’ll get there. In fact…” he pulls your skirt over your asscheeks, giving them a delicious squeeze as he hums. Next thing you know, he frees his cock, reaching into his jeans to pull out a condom. And you wonder how Changbin is still so hot while wrapping himself in the latex. “How about you come three more times.”

You gulp at the thought, finding him in the mirror.

“One for a time and one for a place.”

That’s only two. You’re good at maths, or at least you think you are. Changbin might have fucked that brain right out of you.

“And the last one— one— fuck, you’re tight,” he praises as he enters you from behind.

Once he bottoms out, he collects himself, flicking your nipples as he watches you through the glass. And yet again, you’re a chaotic mess in his hands. With your head thrown back against his chest, you’re sent straight back to your own personal nirvana.

That’s when Changbin finishes his prior statement, a proud smirk glued to his face. “The last one’s simply for good measure.”

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