#(i know it can be intimidating. but that is still not a valid excuse.)

[eddis-not-eeddis]

You know what, not done yet.

Do you know: At nearly every small group I've attended focusing on theology, there are no men. Maybe one older gentleman who drove his wife because she wanted to attend.

[writtingsomestuff]

imagine for musiala where you work as a physio for bayern, and jamal has a crush on her and all the guys tease him about it

🩷🩷 love you

OMG you're so sweet!!!! 🩷 love you too! I'm very sorry for being late. I've been busy this past month with my job and college.

More than just a crush - Jamal Musiala

Jamal Musiala x fem!reader Warnings: none ig

Jamal was not very expressive with his emotions, he was rather shy and introverted. He was not very communicative about his feelings or thoughts, but these last few days his teammates, and even his coach, observed how often he visited the physio. The new physio, who was the new intern at Bayern Munich. This was one of the greatest opportunities that were ever offered to her; it is true that it made her feel insecure at the beginning as she was going to directly treat professional football players, and that scared her, but after she met them and saw how close they made her feel, she started to feel more comfortable.

Jamal shyly knocked at her door, “come in” he heard her beautiful voice and he blushed. Jamal cursed himself as he did not want her to notice how red he was.

“Hi” he said quietly, and made his way into the room

“Jamal?” She gave him a small smile as she approached the bed where he was going to sit soon, “What happened this time?” She asked with her eyebrow raised, trying not to laugh as she knew that nothing happened to him

“My left foot” Jamal simply said as he pointed at his right foot

“Right or left?” She asked again

Jamal quickly changed his hand to indicate his left as he heavily blushed, even more, “Left, left”

“Alright, I think a soft message will do – you can sit down” She said as she observed the player sitting down on the massage table “How did you get hurt this time?” The same question was asked every time he entered the room, however, their conversations progressed. No one could deny the attraction between both of them, not even them. The players, the whole staff and even the coach could sense it; it was so obvious.

“Müller stepped on my foot,” He said as he started to undo his shoes. She knew he was lying, little did he know that she watched the training and nothing like that happened. She started to watch them after Jamal caught her attention only three days after starting to work. “I tried to wait a bit but still hurts”

“Oh, really?” She asked with a small smirk that intimidated the footballer, he was ready to lay down but remained sat. She crossed her arms and approached him, Jamal felt his stomach drop and his knees tremble; she was too close. He could see her deep (y/c) eyes, her soft skin he wished he could caress, her cute nose and her unique lips. He closed his eyes and let her famous perfume dominate him. She took all her courage together and for the first time in her life, she shoot her shot. “And, when did that happen?” She whispered as she got closer to the man in front of her, “during the small match, or the running session at the beginning?” Jamal looked at her surprised, she watched the training session.

“No… I mean…” He started to say, but nothing came out. “Is just that-” He tried again but nothing, she raised her eyebrows still waiting for a valid excuse. She held her smirk until the situation in front of her caused her to laugh; all that false confidence soon left her body.

Jamal was confused and embarrassed, he could not understand if she was laughing at him or at the situation. 

“I am joking Jamal, I just find funny the excuses you come with to come here” She told him with her normal tone, “You could have just asked, you know?”

“Yeah… I just did not want to bother you.” He said shyly, “I like you a lot. You are so nice and kind with everyone, you are so soft, and also incredibly beautiful. You make me feel nervous when you are around and I feel like I am not worthy of asking you for even a date -” He was interrupted by a pair of soft lips on him, Jamal was in shock but soon continued with the kiss

“A date tonight?” She asked once they separated, and he nodded. “At 9pm it is” She smiled softly. Jamal kissed her cheek softly before he said goodbye and left the room. Without his shoes.

[nnnyxie]

I‘m bAaAaAck

One other thing I’m an absolute sucker for is comfort🫶🏻 So imagine jealous!izu x reader

jealous!Itzu would probably just become quiet and insecure and withdraw himself from reader if it‘s extremely bad…in the begingen he‘d step closer…hold reader just a little bit tighter

Poor boy gets so nervous he just starts spewing random facts about reader to prove he knows reader better, like

„Did you know when you smile you have a dimple on your right but not on your left cheek?? And your nose crinkles right there *he taps readers face* and and your eyes squint and your cheeks go all rosy and-„

poor baby is just a stammering mess :(

reassure and love him :c

#𖢥 izuku anon

JEALOUS IZU!!!!!!!!!!

thank you izuku anon omg

i feel like izuku isn’t the type to get jealous easily, yk??

not unless he feels ‘threatened’

he’s not the type to like,,, ‘puff out his chest’ and ‘mean mug’ the person but— he is the type to hold some part of you. maybe your hip?? or put an arm around your shoulder??

though— there are times where he gets a bit insecure,,, so he just leaves.

he only stops when you say his name and ask where he’s going. he mumbles an ‘i don’t feel good’ and you cut the conversation with the person.

“you didn’t have to do that. you can go keep talking to them.” “no, you said you didn’t feel good so we’re going home.”

he sighed, now he felt guilty. he let his jealousy get in the way of your conversation.

when you reach home, he airs it all out. he tells you that he felt jealous, and that he feels guilty for making you leave when you were having fun. he told you how he felt like he was being a bad boyfriend for acting and feeling like that.

you tell him you were glad he told you the truth instead of keeping that lie and that you’re happy he’s able to communicate this all to you!! (we are all abt communication here folks!!)

“jealousy is a natural emotion and it’s something everyone experiences. i’m glad you told me. do you want to assess the situation?” he gives a nod. “okay, could you tell me why you felt jealous?” “i guess i just thought that they were… you know… more interesting and… i dunno, better? than me… and i got insecure about it…” you gave an understanding nod, “it’s okay that you felt that way izuku, your feelings are valid. but, please, never think that for one second, there’s someone better or more interesting than you.”

you laughed a little, “after all, you had to eat hair to get to where you’re at. i believe that’s the most interesting thing i’ve heard in my life.”

the talk went on for a bit, you discussed the times you had gotten jealous as well, and discussed any insecurities you both felt.

it was a very relieving and reassuring conversation, on both ends.

but yk he’s still gonna feel jealous from time to time.

again, it’s a natural emotion! even animals get jealous!!! especially house pets, they’re very territorial.

with that reassuring talk, he’s doesn’t really withdraw anymore. instead, he makes direct eye contact with the person. not necessarily trying to intimidate them but,,, more so to show he’s very aware of the conversation and what the person is trying to get at.

the only times he’ll ever get like,,, overly(???) jealous is when the person brings up old stuff about you that doesn’t really… align(??) with you anymore. to him, it feels like they’re tryna one up him. ykwim???

so then he’ll go on a cute tangent about how you don’t really like that kind of stuff anymore or you aren’t like that anymore. he’ll go on a rant about your new favorite things/activities and how you are now.

he’ll wave his hands around to emphasize his points, and when he’s trying to remember a thing you told him about a show/book/movie— he’ll begin to mumble into his hand. it’s very sweet but, you’ll have to stop him because, the person just ends up excusing themself— they were kinda off-put by him.

but, it’s okay!! that’s just another reason to love him!!

IZUKU <3

[thecameronchronicles]

Spin the Bottle

TW: Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: Your friendship with Drew is brought into question when a game of Spin the Bottle leaves secret crushes unveiled…

WORD COUNT: 2000

*Requested*

Spin the Bottle

Ever since you met Drew, he was always a reason for you to smile. The warmth of his greeting, the swallow of his embrace always filled with admiration, and the way he would ensure everyone was comfortable and included is what always pulled you to him. And yet, there was a specific line between friends and ‘more than’ that you believed was too fine to cross. You had become too worried of what would happen if that line were to blur and you favored your friendship too much to risk the fallout. For that, you would hide your feelings behind quiet smiles while also making every excuse to be around him every chance you could. Which is what brought you to meeting the cast of Outer Banks on this specific night. 

“Started to wonder if you were someone he just made up with how much we hear about you-” Rudy commented, being nudged by Madelyn as official introductions were made.

However unnecessary they may have been as you recognized them all from pictures with Drew as well as two seasons of Outer Banks held in your memory of favored cinema, you still found this politeness to ease the nerves you had to be before them. And the reasons for this varied from wanting them to like you while also being intimidated as they were just as beautiful in person as they were on screen-if not more so. And so down to earth that it left you inspired to just be yourself. 

The usual conversations of getting to know each other had begun as they learned of your childhood and just how you’d met Drew before offering information of themselves as well. You learned the things you had in common and the differences, all respected and even made into teases, before feeling as one with the group. But at some point between drinks and dinner, you would overhear JD and Chase berate Drew for having ‘not made a move’ despite the ‘clear tension’ between the two of you. He would counter their hopes by answering you were nothing more than ‘good friends’, a slight twinge to your heart validating even further of why you’d never acted on it yourself. 

“I haven’t played since Junior High…” Madelyn explained as your group of friends had left the bar following a successful introduction to you and now rode in the elevator of the apartment complex to retire back at Drew’s for a continuation of events. 

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Carlacia added, an almost infantile innocence across her face, as she bounced on the balls of her feet. 

“Fine by me…But you all can’t fall in love with me at once though…” Rudy teased as you rolled your eyes to how easily arrogant he made every comment about himself. It was a true gift that was held in value for his perfect comedic timing while the doors suddenly pulled open.

“Hey…if you don’t feel comfortable, I can take you home…” Drew explained while catching your arm as everyone else made their way inside. For just a fraction of a second, you were too close for this remark to be made ‘just as friends’. You swore you found the same need behind his eyes as well as they fell to your lips and returned to yours in wait, before you answered with weak confidence in your tone. 

“It’s just a kiss, right?” He nodded, repeating the words, looking to your lips one final time, before Austin had asked if you two ‘had gotten lost’. You fought the blush forming over your cheeks despite the fact nothing had actually happened, before slipping into place on his couch while Drew finished off a beer bottle and used that as the token for the game. 

“Ground rules?” Madison questioned as you came around the coffee table that was just large enough to fit this new gaggle of friends. 

“Someone spins, whoever it lands on has to kiss.”

“Tongue?” Rudy asked with a raise of his brows, puckering towards JD who only shook his head in humored disbelief to his coquettish banter finding no end. 

“Whatever you’re comfortable with…” Carlacia added as Drew purposely sat across from you in opposition to the clear opening at your side as it was a better probability than taking your side. 

“Okay, I’ll start!” Madelyn offered, her turn having landed on Madison. A teasing peck made Rudy and JD groan for what could have been a sultry smooch as they kept it rather reserved in respect to their partners set on either side of them. Austin and Carlacia were matched, followed by Chase and Madison, until it was now your turn. Manifesting Drew to be on the other end of the bottle’s neck, you watched as it landed more towards Rudy, who widened his lips before noticing a hint of disappointment in both your and Drew’s faces. 

“Flattered, but it’s more towards him, I think-”

“Yeah!” Madelyn added as Rudy leaned far enough away to where the bottle was more pointed to Drew. Although it was clear this was a stretch of the rules, neither you or him were willing to let this opportunity slip away. And so, you leaned over the table, palms pressed to its surface in preparation before watching him mirror your actions. 

A happy-go-lucky smile, one he wore in frequency, came across his expression even brighter than before, as he rubbed his lips together as if to prepare them. For a moment, his eyes came to your own that had been parted in anticipation for this moment, one you’d imagined and even dreamed of more than you would ever admit to him, before he lifted his fingers to your cheek. 

“Are you sure-” Before he could finish his question of consent, you took his lips against your own. The sudden rush of adrenaline and desire gathered between your thighs as nothing and nobody else seemed to matter but the two of you at this moment. What had begun as a soft kiss, delicate and compassionate, had quickly grown into one with French inspiration. Breathlessness and eagerness lay on the parting of your kiss as the room was otherwise silent. 

“I think the game’s over…” Madison interjected as it was only the feeling of Madelyn having swept past you and into the kitchen to dispose of the bottle itself that you were reminded you weren’t alone. 

Because of this, you were the one to retreat before climbing to your feet and helping clean up the mess made of your friends. But since the kiss, something changed within Drew. For the ways he was able to guide his gaze away from you in previous interactions to keep his feelings at bay were now impossible. His eyes wouldn’t leave you, no matter the conversation or topic spoken to him, a detail noticed by everyone else as they slowly began to break away for the night. 

“Goodnight…” You offered to Madelyn as she was the last to leave, turning to face Drew to offer assistance to whatever dishes remained, before feeling him suddenly rush into you and pull him into his frame. The rush itself was enough to make you gasp, but the kiss that deepened rather quickly was enough to leave you breathless once again. 

“I’m sorry, I…I just wanted to do that for real…” He explained as you watched him lick his lips while awaiting your reaction, taking in your taste as you moved to the tips of your toes to reinstate that adrenaline only his kiss granted. Within seconds, he had brought you against the edge of the counter in that winded desperation similar to your first, only now, without the need to be reserved for your audience. 

“Do you want to…” He questioned while motioning to the door of his bedroom before you pulled him back into you and lifted yourself onto the counter. 

“Here…” He grinned, assisting you out of your top and admiring the curves of your breasts with his lips while you worked the fabric of his shirt until it now revealed his torso to you. Of course you had seen it in other instances, but it was different in knowing it was at your disposal. With this, you carried your touch across his skin until you were able to tease the lines of his pants and unbuckle what kept him restrained. 

“Are you sure about this? Because THIS is definitely more than a kiss…” You nodded. 

“I’m sure.” He brought you back into him, an immediate slip of his tongue to your own making you moan as he broke the kiss to smirk, returning once lowering his jeans enough to expose himself to you. You couldn’t help your curious fingers as they wrapped around him, a soft groan and thick exhale having informed you of his approval to your touch. 

“Dammit…” He smirked before moving to kiss you again, removing your bottoms before wrapping you completely around him. With his fingers in support beneath your thighs, he carried you to the couch, where your straddle became stabilized by this new position. But the frenzy made of his hands upon your body made you unsteady once more as they finalized to your ass, beneath the lace panties left soaked by his touch alone. 

“Do you mind?” He asked with a grin as you shook your head before watching him tear them literally from your hips. 

“God, you’re so sexy…” He breathed, leading him into a deep buss before you rivaled his passion. Fingers running through his hair and groans silencing his own set your hips in the ambition of a roll as this shot volts of pleasure to his core, his body reacting in approval with such validation. 

“Please, Drew…” Without the need for a further remark, he was positioning himself between your folds. 

“So wet…” You nodded as he slid effortlessly inside of you. Your arm wrapped the width of his shoulders as he began to set the pace once he’d ensured you were comfortable with the way he had stretched you. 

“Fuck…” You breathed softly, his expression lifted in excitement to your usual reserved curses expressed solely for him. 

His eyes fell heavy with lust as he rested his head into your chest, rooting against your gallop before ultimately driving you both to such a degree that the angle was not enough. He brought you into the air and onto the coffee table, keeping himself inside of you as he pistoned those thrusts in quick succession. His eyes remained on your figure and the way it moved from his actions before your back began to arch to the feeling of everything encompassed at your heat. 

“I wanna make you come…right now-right fucking now…” He was quick with his words, desperate but patient to hear them itself as he carried his fingers to your clit. Although you would have been able to come without it, his motions intensified the exchange that much more while you offered him his plea. 

“Oh my God…keep coming baby…” He grunted before pulling you harder down onto him as his expression twisted in tension and his own pleasure before you would feel him twitch and shoot his ribbons of excess in final thrusts. 

“Shit…” He groaned into your shoulder before lifting you upright and withdrawing to allow you both the chance to regain some semblance of breath. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long…” He confessed as you shot a look of annoyance at him. “What?”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?!”

“I was worried it would change things…”

“And?”

“It has…” Your stomach twisted as he quickly collected your cheek once noticing the new worry across your face. “For the better…Because now I can kiss you whenever I want…And I intend to…a lot…”

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @my-baexht-Is @slut4starkey

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

tw: graphic language | r-word mentions | noncon

hi! i hope you're okay. i'm the anon who sent in the ask about my boyfriend having sex with me while i was sleeping. i talked to a counsellor at my university and they confirmed that that he indeed raped me. i don't know how to feel about this or how to move from this. i am going to forget about it because it was just once. and i'm sure he didn't mean to do that to me. he was just drunk, if he was sober, he wouldn't do that to me. honestly, denying it and making excuses for him is easier than confronting the thought that he violated me in my most vulnerable state. i don't wanna hate him. he's so important to me. i have also decided to not confront him about it because he might say i'm falsely accusing him. and why must i be the first person to accuse of such? ANYWAYS. thank you so much for taking the time to answer my ask. and thank you so much to the kind person that reblogged! it means the world to me :)

Hi anon,

I'm glad to hear that you reached out to a counselor. It's completely understandable to be unsure how to feel about this whole situation, and however you feel about it is valid.

It's definitely up to you what you'd like to do about this. But I will say that even if he didn't mean to do that to you, intention isn't more important than impact - even if someone means well and does harm, they're still responsible for the harm they caused.

I think it's also worth considering that his actions have rather little to do with being drunk, because if he is capable of getting drunk and not raping you (or anyone), then that suggests it has more to do with his choices independent of being drunk. Moreover, if he's capable of ensuring your consent while drunk (I know you said it started out with you both being drunk but everything was fine), then he really has no excuse.

It's completely understandable that denying the gravity of the situation is much easier than acknowledging and exploring it, especially because of the implications it can potentially have on your relationship. But it may be worth considering what is going to be better for your mental and even physical health.

It's common to have conflicting feelings towards someone who hurt you, especially if it's someone you love and have an intimate bond with. You don't have to hate him, but you may want to explore how you feel about him.

I'm not sure if you got the chance to check this out, but I also want to highlight the section I wrote about communication:

"Be able to talk to them about anything, unless they have asked you not to discuss certain topics. But the context is important here, because there's a difference between not wanting to talk about something like mortality and not wanting to talk about a problem you may be having with them. It's important to talk through problems and be good listeners for each other. Basically, honesty and transparency should be present in your relationship. Interactions should not feel superficial or intimidating."

While you're of course not obligated to confront him about what happened, you deserve to be in a relationship where you don't have to feel afraid to discuss these things. You deserve not only to speak your truth, but have productive and compassionate conversations with your partner about any issues you may have, without fear of backlash of any kind.

Ultimately, I think it may be helpful to reflect on what you feel you deserve in a relationship, and if your relationship aligns with those values.

I hope I could help. As always, please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[la-pheacienne]

It is weird you guys talk about tumblr etiquette only to post copyright laws to make a very silly excuse as to why you should be allowed to derail someone else's post. Which no, that's not proper tumblr etiquette at all, that literally defeats the purpose. If someone brings up you are 39, it is to point out you are too old to be acting like a toddler that doesn't know to just look things up, and blame the fact you didn't know any better because "the americans" instead of just acknowledging these were mainly Black people from various countries. Oh, all of that was also not proper tumblr etiquette. Nor is blaming "both sides" just to take away blame on your part

I am slightly confused here because I didn't talk about tumblr etiquette nor post copyright laws and I am not 39 so I think you have mistaken me for my mutual @lady-phasma or sent the message to both of us.

When I blamed both sides I was actually being extremely generous and kind, because there is only one side laughing at death threats and that side is your side.

So. Since you are asking me and not the person that made the initial reblog (my mutual) I will just say that I personally wouldn't make such a reblog, never had and never will. However, making such a reblog does not mean that the person that made it "hates black people", which is literally what OP said. It is not the same thing. It was just hasty on her part, at most. Also, making such a reblod does not excuse death threats. I actually don't care if it's a joke, or if it's indirect, or whatever the hell you think it is. It's still a death threat. Followed by threatening people with hellfire. In arabic. And in all of this extremely amusing atmosphere OP had nothing to say apart from validating the death threats and then they throwed around racism accusations to intimidate me and silence me, which they definitely didn't achieve because I don't care.

The post has thousands of notes. Thousands. OP could have just 1) deactivated the reblogs, 2) specified in the initial post that this post is about POC, or even 3) asked my mutual to take it down instead of attacking her with the "why do you hate me" discourse that frankly is just manipulative. I can also assure you that my mutual is a very kind and respectful person who genuinely meant no harm and would have taken down the post immediately if such thing happened. But it didn't.

So I will keep in mind that posts about dark haired people (as I said the vast majority of white people are dark haired like myself but ok) are meant to be reblogged strictly in their particular context because I do not wish for people feeling inferior or discriminated against. I will also refrain from intervening in anything that doesn't make much sense in my context, because it will be considered open provocation. I do know better now. You however, need to also keep in mind that using "copypasta" (whatever the hell that is supposed to mean) death threats and laughing at them is considered disgusting behaviour by people that don't share the same context as you. And you should absolutely refrain from doing it, enabling it or finding it amusing, or validating it in any possible way. This is not OK. You also need to keep in mind that if you want to keep a post that has THOUSANDS of notes from "derailing" you have a lot of ways to actively achieve that and shouldn't expect the WORLD to know what you personally have in mind. The world does not revolve around you.

Also "39 yo is too old for acting like a toddler" is the definition of ageism. Not only my mutual didn't act like a toddler, she actually explained in a very polite and respectful manner that she meant no harm and also stopped me and other mutuals from dragging that person to hell and back (the person that made the death threats) earlier, when we absolutely should have. Well she didn't stop us for long, but she did try. But this is toddler behaviour to you. I didn't see anyone on your side giving a fuck about the disgusting reblogs this person made or trying to stop them. Did that happen? I seriously doubt it. All I saw is "omg the death threat is so funnyyy" bullshit.

Honestly this is really the last time I talk about this ridiculous subject. I am not your problem here. Get over it and move on, I definitely will. Any future ask will be deleted and the person that made it will be blocked.

[dadddybangtan]

Metanoia | ch. fourteen

cw: mentions of drvgs

word count: 1.1k

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I can't sleep. My fingers are frozen solid, stuck to the cigarette. I shiver and shake, but I can't bring myself to go inside and look at Jin.

"It's getting late." He says through the window.

"I know."

Jin stands next to me and looks over the balcony. His expression is different now. He's no longer yearning for a city that won't have him. There's a plot behind his stare and it's intimidating.

"You need rest."

"I can't."

"Are you still nervous? With Namjoon helping us, there's nothing to be scared of now."

"It's not that," I mutter, "Don't worry about it."

"My job is to help you. That includes worrying about you."

He suddenly sounds annoying. Maybe because he's happy. I'm so envious, it feels wrong.

"Well, you should at least come inside," He continues, "Taehyung called not too long ago."

"I don't want him to call me," My voice cracks as tears well up in my eyes, "I want him to stop doing drugs."

"Jimin..."

"Joon is willing to sacrifice his job and his fucking life to be with you. Taehyung would never give up heroin for me." I cry.

Jin doesn't say anything else, he just pulls me in for a hug. It somehow makes me feel worse.

"You told me to think about the life I'm saving. But all the money in the world couldn't fucking save him... He shot up two weeks worth of heroin in two days. When I'm done with this job, I won't have a boyfriend to come home to. There's no life to save here."

"Maybe you'll just have to save your own life. It's okay to do things for selfish reasons. Do you think Taehyung does drugs for selfish reasons?"

"Yes," I say and instantly regret, "No... He's been through a lot.”

"And you haven't?"

I stepped away from the hug, shivering at the lack of contact in the cold.

"Not as bad. He was prostituted by his fucking parents until he was eighteen. Until I found him. He didn't even get a proper education. I grew up nice until I came out as gay and was kicked out. It's not the same."

"So because he's never had anything and you had something, he gets to drain your pockets to buy drugs, ruin his life and your relationship," He asks, "And you have to excuse it because he's 'been through a lot.' Addiction is a choice, Jimin. He's selfish and you know that."

"Of course you say that, you work for a fucking drug dealer. You capitalize on addiction and you think it's a choice because you watch people choose to buy drugs," I yell, "What you don't see, what JK and Agust don't see, are the people suffering without it. You think Taehyung chooses to relive his trauma on a daily basis? Fuck, I use drugs to steal from people just to afford more drugs. All because Taehyung will scream and hurt himself if he doesn't have it. So just shut the fuck up about the things you'll never understand."

The tears are uncontrollable now and my breath thins to a shallow exhale. He looks at me with a glimpse of pity and I know exactly why. Shaking and crying isn't a good look.

"I-I'm sorry, Jimin."

"Yeah..."

"No, Jimin, really. That was shitty."

As shitty as it was, he did make one valid point that made me so defensive to begin with. Maybe I'll just have to save my own life.

"Yeah, but... I know the truth. If Taehyung doesn't wanna save himself, there's nothing I can do."

The wind whistles between us, breaking the silence.

"Let's go inside, okay?"

I don't know how it works, but it does. I collapse onto the bed and fall asleep instantly.

Jin pushes me awake with a sense of urgency that I cannot resonate with. I have no motivation to get up right now.

"Joon just scored you a second date with Agust tonight. Dinner at his place."

"I don't fucking care, Jin."

"This is it. A private dinner at his penthouse is a much better opportunity at spiking his drink. There's no way you'll get caught," He says, "It's the perfect kill."

I slowly lift my eyelids to see Jin standing above me. He's in a chipper mood.

"You're too excited about this."

"Of course I am. Our job will be done and I'll go on vacation," Jin chuckles, "And while you're gone, Joon's gonna come over."

"Yeah, he's gonna cum over."

Jin playfully punches my arm. He's been happier since he reunited with Joon, I think. Working for JK has its privileges like money, nice cars and hookers. But it doesn't offer the love that they hold for one another even after years of forced separation. I'm still jealous, but I know I have to get over it sooner or later.

Jin drives me to Agust's apartment building where Joon is waiting for me at the front door. I step out of the car and my head cranes up to get the full view of the building. Jin said he has most of this building to himself, with his most trusted employees literally living under him.

"Hey, Jimin, you look nice" Joon greets me with unusual friendliness, "I'll show you up to his penthouse."

The funny part is that I don't look that nice. I finalized my outfit around a black unbuttoned collared shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. It isn't all that special, but Joon is being uncharacteristically bubbly. I make sure to take his compliment with a grain of salt.

The front door to the building is much similar to the headquarters center Agust took me to yesterday. Joon opens the door with the pad of his thumb. There's an elevator directly behind it. I look back at Jin's car pointlessly, the windows are tinted, yet I can imagine him giving me a nod of affirmation.

"Jin said he packed you with cyanide. That's good. It'll be quick and easy to clean up."

A knot ties in my stomach, making me grow more and more uneasy as the elevator takes us up.

"I'm still really surprised that you're helping me."

"I'm more so helping Jin."

"Right... But still. Thank you."

The elevator door opens and reveals what I assume is Agust's apartment. It's spacious, and empty. There aren't many walls due to the big windows. The walls that are there remain bare. It's as if no one lives here.

Then Joon gestures me inside and Agust comes into view. The elevator door closes, leaving Agust and I completely alone.

[shotorozu]

encountering a ‘pick me’ girl

character(s) : kirishima eijirou, todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki (bnha)

warning : PICK ME GIRL, misogyny (?) pick me girl makes an off handed comment about your body but it’s not detailed at all

PART TWO — PART THREE

legend : [Y/N = your name] afab! reader, but they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, angst if you squint

note(s) : i made 2 versions of this post so,, if you’re reading this— then i probably decided that i liked this one more than the other one i made,, anyways, i used real life examples 💀

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kirishima eijirou

i’d imagine that eijirou would have an idea of what a pick me girl is— i mean, there were probably 2 of those girls in middle school

but has he experienced it first hand? nahh.

though, eijirou didn’t think he’d encounter one when he was already in a healthy and committed relationship!

eijirou is practically friends with everyone— and yeah, even the most unexpected. so, he’s bound to accidentally befriend a pick me girl

him, being the nicest one out of all of the characters in this list, will still be nice to said pick me girl, despite wanting to snob them to the core

because really— you can’t really fight fire with fire in some cases

but, he can be everything but lenient when the pick me girl starts insulting you for doing certain things, and for absurd reasons too

like,, how you laugh, and how you take care of yourself (for example— if you wear makeup, or how you style your hair)

which is odd! everything about you is everything but the things the pick me girl has stated so.. he cannot stand by.

SCENARIO

the girl giggles to herself after that snide comment leaves her lip gloss coated lips. eijirou shifts uncomfortably— honestly taken aback by the anything but subtle insult that was thrown at you

“like.. seriously! it’s honestly quite superficial if you look at it like that. who the hell would put that much effort infront of your boyfriend? i’d assume they’d see everything AND everything but.. i guess not.”

you blink. superficial? now that’s a new one. the girl infront of you has been babbling insults sugarcoated in boasts the entire time, and you’re just wondering if it’s about time you guys leave but—

“well that’s unfair,” your boyfriend laughs, “i put the same amount of effort as this cutie right here,” eijirou pokes at your cheek, earning a quick laugh from you— which he can only thank the heavens for that

“but that’s different. it actually looks put together when you’re doing it, eiji.” the certain glint in her smile makes you want to wipe it right off with a dirty mop, “it’s impossible to look put together with expensive clothes, but being built like a—”

the sound of the sliding of a chair is quicker than your actions, and it easily cuts her off.

“i’m sorry, but we gotta go, it’s totally not cool of you to say those things about Y/N!”

“what? but i mean.. it’s true, right? i’m looking out for them! they’re literally out here l—”

“bye!” eijirou waves her goodbye with your hand, dismissing the sour expression on her face— as he dashes off with you

you’d question how he’s just so nice to people like that, but when he turns around, you could see the distaste in his eyes

“so that’s what a pick me girl’s like,” shaking his head, his expression lights up with such a quick manner “i’ll never make friends that are like that again!”

safe to say, eijirou’s friend list has been a a person shorter ever since that incident

bakugou katsuki

oh, so that girl’s bold bold.

if she thinks she could get away with being a not so subtle pick me girl infront of bakugou katsuki, then she couldn’t be more wrong.

it’s absolutely revolting— i mean, he hasn’t displayed any romantic feelings towards ANYONE that isn’t you.

also, they’re quite gutsy if you ask me. so congrats for having guts??

i don’t think he’d be friends with a pick me girl. he’s very selective of who he’s befriending, so it’s probably your friend that’s the pick me girl in this case

he wouldn’t know what a pick me girl would be, but he’d probably know the description of one.

over some time, he’d grow some resistance to insults directed at him, but when someone insults his s/o

oh boy. that’s not good. remember when i said that katsuki was almost like your scary and intimidating dog

this is what i mean

knows he can’t make a scene, so his first option is to be dismissive asf— but if said pick me girl literally can’t get it, he won’t be afraid of shoving some explosions into her face

because his hands are rated e for everyone

SCENARIO

“so you wanna be picked or something, is that it?” he hates how you literally have the resistance of a rock— which is something he always liked, but in this case hated. if it weren’t for you— he would’ve blasted explosions into her sorry excuse of a face until it’s beyond recognition (that wouldn’t be hero like, is what you’ve said in the past, but he disagrees.)

but seriously? ugh. he just wants to leave this horrid place, and make some dinner with you in the comfort of his home. why are you even friends with her anyway? she’s not even trying to be slick at this point.

“p-picked? i’m not understanding, katsu.”

“it’s bakugou.”

“right,” her laughter is like nails on chalkboard, “i’m just watching out for Y/N, y’know? there’s no point in wearing all of that.. on their face.” and she’s obviously referring to your obviously very well done makeup

“it’ll make your skin terrible in the long run! and really— i couldn’t really understand on why someone would wear that much, when you could survive with i dunno.. lip gloss at most?”

you would’ve actually said something as a rebuttal, but your boyfriend is quicker, and a lot more direct than anyone else in the area.

“just say you can’t do makeup and fucking scram,” katsuki’s ice cold glare finally breaks out of the act he’s been trying to hold together for you

“their makeup is fucking bomb as hell, compared to your ridiculous spider lashes, lady. come back when you’ve watched james charles’ entire fucking channel.” he harshly states in similar bakugou fashion, despite the lack of screaming.

and if you squinted hard enough, you could see tears welling up in her eyes. but katsuki tugs your hand before anything else could be said

“let’s fucking go, you need better friends.”

he makes you cut ties with all of them, and he practically scolds your terrible choice of friends— but he goes quiet when you tell him that you’ve been friends with her since middle school

“good fucking riddance. next time, i’ll punch them as soon as they say something outta line, got that?” and next time (hopefully, there won’t be a next time) you’ll actually lash out— or maybe,, you’ll let him loose for once.

todoroki shouto

now shouto might be,, socially unaware sometimes. but he can tell whenever someone’s trying to insult his s/o

like,, right away.

now— you both run into this person after a pleasant date, and she eagerly presented herself as your friend

so, her attitude catches him off guard because who’d have anything rude to say about you and towards shouto’s face? especially when it’s about something normal.

like,, wasn’t she your friend?? why is she even like this?

his hostility is very well known, so they should be scared.

he gets detached from the conversation, and he’ll immediately go cold— and shouto would probably go as far as walking away with your hand in his

doesn’t matter if he properly says goodbye or not— if a girl’s being rude to his s/o, they obviously don’t deserve his usually polite attitude. nope, that’s a luxury.

oh— and what more when they’re seeking for his validation. newsflash! said pick me girl won’t be get any from him.

SCENARIO

shouto couldn’t stop the bitterness bleeding into his mouth, when the girl in front of him continued to babble and take up the valuable time he had left with his s/o

initially, she presented herself as your friend from middle school— but as of now? she seems to be more interested in him more than you, despite knowing you first.

she’d ask him a string of obvious questions with very obvious answers, like ‘is she treating you well?’ ‘is she acting correctly?’ and questions of the sort

“oh, sorry! i’d hate to cut this conversation short, but—” you finally decide that it was about time to leave, while shouto looks pretty,, deadpanned right now, you could tell that he was gradually starting to get irritated by your friend’s words.

“wait. thats.. kind of controlling, don’t you think? do you ever let shou make decisions?”

“uh.. controlling? since when??” you question at the accusation. this girl knows nothing about your relationship dynamic, and she’s already jumping the gun and making conclusions.

your gaze snaps back to shouto, who looks just as surprised as he could possibly be.

“yeah! it clearly looks like he still wants to talk” which is an obvious lie, shouto just wants it out of here “i wonder how you managed to snag such a guy like him,” she comments with a smile that looked anything above suspicion (yet, it makes your stomach churn)

you could see the way her hand gets gradually closer to him— and frankly, you’re not sure about what she was planning to do next, “you wouldn’t need to dress all expensive and fancy, if you’re with a girl with an already classy appear—”

“i think this conversation is over,” shouto grip is firm on the wrist that was attempting to grab his shoulder, shouto makes no attempt to even look at the girl infront of him “i don’t know what you’re trying to do, but it’s not humorous. at all.”

“what?” she stammers, drawing her hand back “i-it’s obvious they don’t know how to take a joke! this is why there are barely any good w—”

shouto’s next actions knocks her speechless, his hand rests at the small of your back, before gently guiding you forward— “love, what movie are we watching later?” he says, making an effort to press a quick, yet intense kiss on your lips

“oh,” you breathe out, surprised by this action. “don’t be so tense, love.” shouto comments on how tense your shoulders have looked, ever since she started running her mouth, “now.. what movie do you want to watch tonight? comedy? thriller?”

“you pick,” you laugh at the quick shift of topic. and when you look behind you, you could see shame and defeat welling up on her face. shouto finally feels like he could smile again, the bitterness dissipating from his mouth

after shouto questions you if that was what a pick me girl was, he makes sure that you guys won’t ever encounter such thing again

“you.. don’t have more friends like that, right? if you do— we could always do another friend list cleansing.” this statement makes you laugh but shouto is anything but joking

but being reminded of his reaction to that ‘pick me’ girl does puts a smile on your face.

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Caution

Corpse Husband & Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Dark Humor (Lighthearted)

Genre: Platonic Fluff, HUMOR, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: The shenanigans of the two best friends who’ve been roommates and have been spending way too much time together during quarantine.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your request! I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to get to it and write it but here it finally is! Hope you come across it even after all this time and give it a read - if so, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy  ❤

“Why are you calling me when you’re literally down the hall?!“

“You didn’t hear me yelling and I really don’t want to interrupt whatever Satanic ritual you’re in the middle of performing.“

Valid excuse, or so Corpse thinks it is as he grins over the dining table which is set up for dinner - all be it very poorly but Y/N wouldn’t be able to do it any better which comforts him.

“You’ve already interrupted it.“ With that, she hangs up on him. A second or two later, the music that’s been blasting from her room subsides and she walks out in the hallway where Corpse has a clear view of her for the first time today.

“What animal were you sacrificing today, sweetie?“ He asks in a sing-song voice, mimicking a parent asking their child what they did at school that day.

Y/N sits down in her chair, not at all amused by his joke, narrowing her eyes at him, ready to fight sarcasm with sarcasm, “Animal sacrificing is reserved for Friday nights only, remember? On Sundays the sacrifice must be human.”

He sits down as well, twirling his fork in the bowl of noodles in front of him, “Aww, that’s too bad hun, you can’t really find a lot of people on the streets nowadays. However, if you’re thinking of breaking and entering I must say you’ll have to count me out.”

She smirks, “Why would I break into a stranger’s home when I am living with a rather annoying person myself.”

Corpse puts a hand over his heart, ‘offended’ by Y/N’s comment, “Oh come on now, it’s the season of giving dear! Can’t you give me another chance to be a good roommate.”

If she’s being honest, Corpse is a great roommate - best one she’s had or will ever have. A big element of them getting along so well is the long friendship they had even before moving in together. It might not seem like they are too fond of one another to an outsider. But someone who knows them well enough can guarantee the two would do anything for each other. Corpse is a pretty non-confrontational and quiet guy who does look intimidating but would never live up to it. However, if someone upsets Y/N, he’s no less dangerous than a pissed off lion. Y/N is similar - a small neutral and rather unopinionated bean. Very few things fly on her radar cause she’s so done with everything and everyone and has learned how to not allow anything to surprise or shock her. She doesn’t let many things offend her or bother her but mess with the guy who’s basically been her older brother for almost a decade now and - although the whole sacrificing and Satan worshiping thing is a joke - she’d gladly sacrifice you to the Under-lord without a second to consider it.

“Indeed it is the season of given, although early, but I’m still gonna give myself the gift of a new roommate.“ She replies nonchalantly, taking a bite of the noodles Corpse over-spiced for the shits and giggles of it.

He doesn’t reply, just hums in response as he cautiously watches her reaction to the flavor of her food. He’s even filled a glass of water for her and left it by her plate in case she needs it but as it seems she hasn’t even noticed the change in flavor.

“What have you been doing all day? I mean, I get you were working on a song - I had to play my own music to drown that shit out - but what came of it?“

He smiles, knowing full well she bops it full volume when he’s not home. He knows this cause he caught her in the act - it’s not a guess anymore, it’s a full-blown fact supported by not documented evidence which maybe wouldn’t stand in court but it’s enough for him to have some leverage and certainty when she’s being a dick about it.

“I finished the song. Posted it too.“ He shrugs as though it’s nothing. receiving a nod with the same amount of enthusiasm back from Y/N.

Regardless of the lack of reaction from both parties, they’re both thrilled.

“That’s great.“ She gives him a hint of a smile, “We gotta celebrate, no?“

Realizing they’re finally on the same wavelength, he nods with a smile and proceeds to get up and go to the kitchen to grab the red wine they’ve got for special occasions - or to cure breakups, either goes - and two wine glasses. 

He pours them each a bit, knowing many refills will come, and the two clink their glasses, taking a sip before continuing to eat.

Well, Y/N continues to eat while Corpse spits out the bite he just took, appalled by the saltiness of it. “What the hell, Y/N?!”

She snorts and continues to eat while Corpse accepts defeat, realizing he should never leave her alone with his food ever again. 

“You win this round...” He mumbles under his breath as he walks to the kitchen to boil himself a new bowl of noodles.

                                                           *  *  * 

It’s been about three hours since the incident and Y/N’s gone back to her room once again to play Minecraft with some friends as she usually does in the evenings when she’s finished her homework for her college lectures.

She’s in the midst of betting with one of the friends who can build a better makeshift house in ten minutes or less when she gets a text from Corpse, asking to do the her dishes, aka the bowl her noodles were in and her utensils as well as glass of water she did end up taking a sip of while Corpse wasn’t looking - the spice really got to her at one point but she got it under control.

Figuring it’s the least she can do after basically ruining his dinner, she tells her friends she’ll be back shortly and mutes herself on the Discord call. 

Upon walking out the door, however, she doesn’t really get far. Instead, she walks straight into the web of caution tape put on the outside of the door, stuck to the door frame.

Y/N does her best to not lash out as she ‘calmly’ tries to untangle herself from the stripes of caution tape that have wrapped themselves around her like snakes upon detaching from the door frame. Despite her tries, what ends up lighting the fuse of anger within her is the quiet laughter of her roommate coming from the living room.

“CORPSE!!!“ She screams in frustration which only fuels Corpse’s satisfaction, making his laughter louder. “I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

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How You Meet the Cullens + Jacob

Hi! I've decided I'm going to put some of my stuff from Wattpad, over here. If you want to see my Wattpad, its the same username as I have here. Anyway, this is how you meet the Cullens, + Jacob. Probably intended for female readers, but it could mostly go either way... I think. And I do have the girls as well in here.

Edward Cullen:

Edward and you met at school. Of course.

"Um, excuse me?" You asked a small girl, with short brown hair.

She turned around, revealing her pale white skin, and beautiful golden eyes.

"How can I help you?" She asked.

"I was wondering where Mr. Molina's classroom is?" You replied.

"Oh, yes. I can show you the way!" She grabbed your hand, and pulled you down the halls. (Wow, this is turning into an Alice preference)

"Thank you!" You said, when you two arrived at the classroom.

She pointed inside the room, towards a beautiful boy, with golden hair, and dark, dark, eyes. He glared at her, with his hand over his mouth. I turned to look at her, and she winked back at him.

"Uh, thank you. Oh, I never got your name." You said.

"Alice. Yours?" She asked, still smiling.

"Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, looks like you'll be sitting next to my brother, Edward, in there." She waved, and skipped away.

I walked inside the class, towards the boy, and sat down. He looked away, took a deep breath, then turned back to me.

"Hi, um, I'm Y/N. You're Edward, right?" I asked.

"Yes. I-I am." He seemed like he was in pain or something.

Weird.

Jacob Black:

I had lived in the outermost part of Forks for as long as I have lived. (Sounds like a wedding vow)

We were right next to the border of La Push. Therefore, I go to the school in the reservation.

(I have absolutely NO clue what the school is like there, so I'm making it up)

But, I didn't really talk to anyone. I had a few friends from down in the more central part of Forks, Bella Swan was one of them. She recently moved here full time. I hadn't seen her since I was little.

There was this one kid named Jacob who I had met a couple of times, mostly when he played with Bella snd I while our parents went fishing or whatever.

But, since Bella was going to school in Forks, I decided I would try and re-connect with this Jacob, to see if I could hang out with him.

So, I asked around one day at school for what classes he was in, and found out that he was in one of my classes. How did I never notice? Oh, just me and my oblivious self. (Sorry, if you're like- not oblivious?)

Well, I found him one day.

"Jacob, right?" I asked him.

"Oh, yes, oh, oh! Y/N! Hi!" He seemed to be a very nice boy.

"Yes, it's me. Um, I haven't talked to you in years, I'm surprised you remember my name." I explained.

"I'm surprised you remembered mine." He laughed.

"So, uh, I"m kind of wondering if you want to like, hang out or something. Anywhere works. I just need some company." (Bella who?)

"Sire! You could come by my house today after school and we can catch up. Do you like cars?" He asked.

"Depends." I laughed in response.

"Well, you can come help me too. I like to re-build them."

"Sounds like a plan."

Emmett Cullen:

(for this one you are a vampire already, and yes I basically stole Rosalie's life. Also, if I get facts wrong, don't come for me, just tell me *kindly* and I will fix it)

I became a vampire in 1920. Two years after my brother Edward, and one year before my mother Esme.

I'd been a vampire for 15 years already. How time flies

One day I was running through the forest when I heard screams coming from a small patch. I sprinted towards the place, and saw a boy, probably 20, getting attacked by a bear. I shoved the bear off of him instantly, and bit into it, getting it's blood.

I remembered that the boy was watching, and was probably shaken up, not to mention, he was most likely dying. I turned back towards him, wiping a small bit of blood off of my lip, and said,

"Hello, I'm Y/N Cullen."

"E-Emmet. How did you do that?" He asked, very weakly.

"I have my ways. What hurts?" I asked.

"Everything." Of course-

"I'll be right back. Don't move." Not that he really could. I sprinted back to my house. I opened the door, and Carlisle, Esme, and Edward turned towards me.

"Y/N? What is it?" Carlisle asked.

"There's a boy, Emmett. He got attacked by a bear. He's very weak. You need to turn him Carlisle."

They all sprinted into the woods, and I led them towards where Emmett lay. He was still there, but weaker.

Jasper Hale:

(you're a vampire)

Jasper became a vampire in 1863. (I think)

He was telling me his story.

I had recently been turned into a vampire by Carlisle, after he rescued me, and I hadn't really met the rest of the family yet. (You can make up why you had to become a vampire)

When Jasper had finished the story, I said, "Wow."

"That's all I could get out. His story was just, wow....

I forgot, Edward could read my mind. I only remembered when he chuckled after I thought that.

I gave him an internal glare.

Bella was sitting in the corner, with him.

"So, Y/N, tell us your full story." Jasper smiled.

(Sorry, his is kind of short..)

Carlisle Cullen:

It was my first day working at the Forks Hospital and I needed some directions.

I walked up to mid-height man, with blonde hair, and very pale skin.

"Hello, sir?" I asked him, and he spun around.

"Yes, Ms. Y/L/N?" He asked.

"H-how do you know my last name?" I asked in response.

"I heard someone talking about you coming, and you're the only new face around here. We don't get them often." He smiled, and my heart fluttered. Good thing he wasn't like a super-hearer or anything. {;)}

"Well, uhm, I was just wondering where the surgical ward is?" He pointed towards the left, and I smiled slightly, walking away, and quietly looking back at him after I was sure he couldn't see me.

Alice Cullen:

(You had already seen Alice before, but never interacted with her much, like most of the students)

I was walking around in the forest, when I heard footsteps.

"Hello?" I called out.

"Y/N!" A girl replied, I noticed it was Alice Cullen.

"Oh, hello, Alice." I was a bit confused to how she knew my name, but to be honest, I knew her's too and that's a bit strange. But, everyone does talk about the Cullens.

"What are you doing out here in the forest?" She asked me. I didn't have a valid answer. I could say "Just felt like taking a stroll..." or "Oh, I'm working on my steps." but, none of those were true, I really didn't know what I was doing here.

"Uhm, working on my steps, and taking a stroll....??" I questioned myself.

"Oookay then. Would you like to come with me? I can show you some of my favorite spots to relax." The way she said relax made me think she wasn't relaxing, and probably meant running around and exercising. Just what I needed.

"Sure, sounds great." I smiled.

Rosalie Hale:

Everyone that lives in Forks knows about the Cullens. Even the people in the reservation.

There's the three boys, the goofy one, the silent one, and the constipated one.

Then there's the two girls. Alice and Rosalie.

I've talked to Alice, we've said hi.

But in general, I know nothing about Rosalie.

All I know is she is incredibly smart, beautiful, and did I mention gorgeous?

I've never had the guts to talk to her. Maybe it's that I'm a wimp, or maybe it's that she is very intimidating. Probably a mixture of both.

But today, I got lucky, and didn't have to talk to her. She talked to me.

I had noticed her eyeing me a few times, and I never knew if she was looking down on me, in a bad way, or if she was interested in me. Both ways scared me.

Today, she came up to me.

I was sitting at the lunch table with Angela and Jessica, and the new kid, Bella.

"Y/N, can I talk to you really quick?" She asked.

"Uh, uh, yes, yes, sure." I stood up quickly, and while walking away with her, I turned towards Angela and Jess, and they smiled and winked.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked.

"Well, I wanted to know... did you want to hang out sometime?"

"Like, a date...?"

"Uh, yeah. Like a date." She smiled and we both laughed.

"Sure." I smiled back.

Bella Swan:

Apparently, today Chief Swan's daughter is moving to the school.

I'm looking forward to it, I want to make more friends.

I was standing outside, waiting to see if I spotted her, when a big, orange-red truck pulled into the parking lot.

It must be her! I've never seen that truck before.

I ran up to it, when I saw people laughing at it. Whatever, I think it's cool.

She climbed out of her truck, and I probably startled her, standing there.

"Hi! I'm Y/N Y/L/N. You're Chief Swan's daughter, right?" I asked.

"Uh, yes. Bella Swan." She stuck out her hand, and I shook it.

"So, do you want to know anything, anything special?" I asked.

"Um, I'm not sure...." She said, tucking her hair behind her ear. (Ugh, a classic Bella move)

"No worries. Let me show you to your first class." I smiled, and took her hand, pulling her down the hallway.

Esme Cullen:

I was walking around town, alone. A kind of dangerous move, since there have been so many mysterious attacks lately.

I was looking through random stores, when I noticed Esme Platt, (we're just saying she isn't a Cullen because I guess they aren't married...????) Carlisle Cullen's old friend. (I don't even know how to write this...)

"Hi, Esme." I said.

"Oh, hello, Y/N." She smiled.

"How have you been?" I haven't seen her in a while. We've talked a few times.

"I've been good, how have you been?" She replied.

"I'm great. We really should catch up sometime." I said, trying to be subtle.

"Yes, we should. Do you want to go to lunch tomorrow?" She asked.

"Of course! Where do you want to go?"

"Don't worry about me. I won't eat much anyway."

******

So, yeah, that's it. I'm aware that these aren't perfection, bur they were fun to write so, yeah!

I will be posting a lot more now since I'm getting really into writing again ;)

Thank you all for reading, (not that a ton of people are going to read this lol)

And yeah, see you soon! :3

-Ada

[thereadersmuse]

Not to be micro-obsessed on main, but I am still hollering about the dinner scene in 1x03. I love all the little tiny things. The way the Jutuls were so hyper focused on Magne they change things to fit what he liked and disliked with barely a blink.

The details are so, so good.

This is all staged. Prepared. And for some reason it makes me cackle to think of Ran at the fucking rich person supermarket with a shopping list 56 miles long (because girl remembers the parties in the old days) and has to bring a semi-truck to haul it all home. They were prepared for anything. The different alcohols. The different types of food. They observed everything. What did he like? What didn’t he touch? It is all tallied and filed away to be considered later.

Magne makes a tiny face after tasting the champagne? It’s gone from the table in the next scene. Replaced by a white wine he seems okay with. A seafood course comes out and Magne’s body language politely says hell no. Saxa immediately tells him to put it down on a plate. Bam. Done. Right there they act like they've made a big discovery. We are told the seafood is expensive and hand-picked and the moment Magne shows disinterest they are like, yeah- just abandon that shit on a plate, no worries.

Magne's face holding the sea creature with the tips of his fingers is me trying to get out of touching mushrooms that have the audacity to touch my food always.

Next they come out with lamb and red wine and for first time Magne displays clear interest. The Jutuls are absolutely thriving now. They refill his glass and encourage him to take more, praising his appetite. (#mood). The next scene, apparently he’s eaten all the lamb meat?! How does Turid feed this boy? You would need to be rich. Like I am legit concerned. Also, side note, I hope the Jutuls have a god-proof toliet he can use after this because god damn. 

Meanwhile, the Jutuls look like Saxa after eating that bird tbh. They are juggling that hot potato over a bonfire because they are so close to figuring Magne out they can basically taste it.

There is not a fucking vegetable to be seen.

Rip everyone's blown out assholes.

Get these bitches some fiber immediately.

Then, when you think dinner should be done, the main course arrives. EXCUSE ME?!? Rare beef steak is served and somehow Magne is still hungry. Once again, Magne is the only valid man to exist ever. They serve him like 3/4 of an entire cow and Magne is grinning because this boy has waited his entire life to be truly full, I guess?

It is upsetting how much I wish that were me.

That beef steak looked fucking amazing.

At this point Laurits is full just watching Magne eat I am assuming. I would love to have his inner dialogue as Magne destroys everything they put in front of him like he does this everyday. Portion control? He doesn’t know her.

Laurits is amused, intimidated and probably aroused because he is trying to play one-sided footsie with Fjor under the table. Our boy is getting his feel on, only he is probably accidentally playing footsie with Ran instead because Ran does not waste the youths in this show in any shape or form. #big yikes.

When they slap the meat on his plate Magne makes this rough sound I am fucking obsessed with. Almost a growl in a way? It was literally Thor coming through, I am dying. And I take no criticism for something that I might have just clit-dreamed up.

The Jutuls’ are haughtily delighted because with every inflection, every choice, they are that much closer to figuring out what Magne is before Magne even knows himself. We hate to see it.

The shots scene with Saxa is so understatedly hilarious. Because I am absolutely sure this is Magne’s first real introduction to alcohol. And he has been drinking all fucking night and probably being like- ‘I don’t feel bullshit’. And now suddenly he is doing shots with Saxa, because- who cares, I guess? I wonder how that even started. 

They do five shots and Magne, our precious bean, just blinks.

MY MAN.

Saxa awkwardly going: “oh, I felt that one.”

Magne’s face is like: “feel what?”

My dude is completely unfazed and we stan. 

Then they go for the nuclear option and break out the mead and let me tell you about the religious experience I had watching that entire scene. I love when you have a scene like this where everything is acted and shot so perfectly. You see Magne’s interest and the moment he tastes it, my dude chugs because part of him remembers this and you see the moment all the Jutuls’ are like- oh.

Meanwhile, Magne crushes his mead and is like- 

I have to imagine this is when the Jutuls were like... 

[thecameronchronicles]

First Impression

TW: Smut. Public? sex.

SUMMARY: Your new co-star, Drew and you meet for the first time on a red carpet event, quickly learning that the erotic movie you’re about to star in together will find inspiration following this night…

WORD COUNT: 2300

First Impression

You didn’t know if this would be your ‘big break’, but you were excited nonetheless. Surrounded by those who had made a name for themselves long before the announcement of your casting, you hid your intimidation behind kind smiles of introductions and the grace developed after years of rejections in former projects. 

And yet, you had been selected to star opposite one of Netflix’s heartthrobs in a book-to-film adaption quite bold for a role of a newcomer. But as described by the producers and the director himself, you were ‘just the fresh face they were looking for’, with the added notes of being ‘untainted by Hollywood’ but still ‘ambitious to make their dream a reality’.

You couldn’t hide just how excited you were, but also how nervous, which showed in the small blush made of certain questions asked as this specific red carpet event was for one of your costar’s movies, a recent horror remake that you’d been allowed an invitation to strictly for publicity. But this would also be the first time in which you’d meet him, a single meeting of gazes across the room driving any confidence into nervousness as he was more handsome than you had imagined. 

“Drew!” Your skin chilled as he wrapped his arm around your waist, acting as if you were old friends, before he’d joined your current interview. 

“Can you tell us anything about your upcoming movie together? We know it’s still early and everything, but something for the fans?”

“I can’t speak for my beautiful costar here, but I know I’m excited to get to work..Definitely something new for us both, I’d say…” You nodded, fighting a blush that widened his grin when he noticed his effect on you. 

“Is it true that you got cast without a chemistry test?”

You were nudged by him as you came to understand that this question was directed to you. 

“Ye-yes. Um, the producers wanted the roles to be authentic and since we play characters who meet for the first time, they wanted a lot of newness to us personally as well as professionally-”

“And what can you tell us about you? A fresh face? An up and coming ‘it’ girl, perhaps?” You struggled to accept the compliment as you were too insecure to imagine yourself ranked anywhere in regards to his comment. But Drew saw your tussle and took his fingers into your hip as if to validate you would be alright. 

“Keep an eye out for this one…She’s going places…” He led his lips to your ear as the interviewer moved on to their next subject, his breath close and hot, while you fought to focus on anything but this sensation reverberating through each and every one of your nerves. 

“Meet me inside for a drink, yeah? I think we should get to know each other a bit…” You nodded as he was called to yet another interview, discussing the upcoming season of Outer Banks and his other projects, all while you made your way inside, a bit too excited for someone who was still a stranger. 

But in truth, when you’d been cast, you had done a bit of research in learning just who your on screen partner would be. And to say you were anxious was an understatement. If asked, you would almost have described your ‘type’ as having been him to a ‘t’, something that was validated in the way he’d rescued you in distress not even a few seconds prior. A first impression that carried you on the verge of cloud nine of a reality that was hard to process.

“What do you think?” His voice tore you from your thoughts as you’d begun to luxuriate in the taste of your chosen drink, an amber colored liquid that offered a courage you couldn't pull elsewhere. 

“Of your first event? This is, isn’t it?” You nodded, taking a drink as an excuse to offer yourself more time to gather the intelligence of a well versed repertoire silenced at his presence. 

“You get used to it after a while…all the same questions…But you doing alright?” Again, you could only nod as this drove him crazy, the mystery, the distance-you…

“I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable or anything…”

“No.” You finally spoke, a sense of relief washing over his face as you caught yourself smiling longer than what was appropriate to features so angelic yet still so seductive. Hair worn short from his most recent role and eyes almost preying if they weren’t set to you in such analysis, kept you on the edge of your contentment as you’d caught his eyes descend your frame just as you had done to him when first spotting him across the scene. 

“Good…so tell me about yourself then…Better to break the ice a bit before we spend the next year making each other come on camera…” You choked on your drink, his laugh deepening the crimson hue over your cheeks as he offered you a napkin. 

“Did that help? Put it all out there?”

You apologized for your reaction before he shook his head in disbelief. “No, I’m sorry…You just…”

“What?” You questioned, worry now capturing your gaze until you were left analyzing him for a hint to his thoughts. 

“You’re just…Shit…you’re gonna be distracting…” You blushed, quickly moving to fix your hair and check to make sure your dress hadn’t fallen too short and revealed your modesty. 

“No…” He leaned closer towards you, his fingers tracing the edges of your own, “I mean…It’s gonna be hard to focus when you act like this…” His finger moved to the hair, pulling a strand behind your ear. 

“Look this beautiful…” You hesitated for a moment to respond, unsure exactly what to say as it seemed to happen so quickly, yet too entranced to pull away. 

“Shit, I’m crossing a line, aren’t I?” He suddenly retreated as you shook your head ‘no’, watching the most decadent of smiles develop across the fine lines of his bone structure.

“What are you drinking?” You looked down, noticing only when he’d mentioned it, that your glass was empty, your answer now prompting him to order you a refill. But in doing so, he’d move closer to the bar, and you, to get the bartender’s attention, a deep inhale taking in your scent. 

“God, you even smell like heaven…” Your eyes rolled closed as his hand found your waist again. 

“Want to walk with me?” He questioned, confusion resting over your face before you’d accepted, leaving your drink behind, as he interlaced your fingers while you snuck out of the event unseen. 

“Shouldn’t you stay? It’s your movie-” You were interrupted by the sudden push he made of your figure to the side of the establishment. 

“If I don’t kiss you, everyone within that place is going to know how impatient this dress is making me…God, you look so fucking good…” You swallowed hard, his fingers climbing up the fabric of your dress while you bit down on your bottom lip. His thumb broke this imprisonment as he leaned over you, keeping you pinned with his knee between your legs, not quite making contact, but threatening to do so, as he moved even closer to entangle a kiss to the willing part of your lips. 

Rather quickly, his fingers slipped across your cheek, your breath affected more so by the way his carnality existed so soft against you. 

“Is this okay?” You nodded, a scoff felt against your mouth, still parted in continued anticipation. 

“Better be sure, sweetheart, because once I start, I won’t be able to stop…” Your fingers reached up the lines of his suit, tailored to him with perfection as he awoke something deeply desperate and carnal from within you; the need to have him, the need to feel his touch continuing throughout your frame. 

“You’re SURE?” Aware your words of validation weren’t proof enough, you decided on action as you’d take your hands to the buzz cut of his hair, draping down his neck, and finally back to his lapels. 

“You even taste sweet…” A mischievous look took over his smirk as you’d watch him lick his lips in order to savor your taste. 

“I bet you’re sweet everywhere…aren’t you, baby?” Something bold developed beneath your need for him, a set of teasing words having informed him of your mutual desire. 

“Only one way to find out…” But where he moved to kneel, your hands pulled him back to you instead. 

“Change your mind?” He questioned as you shook your head ‘no’, before carrying your touch to his lips, playing with the swollen portion left behind by your kiss, before slipping inside. His eyes closed for a moment to relish in this interaction, perfectly erotic and chaste for the time being. 

With your hand on a crusade to your waist, it would be intercepted by his grip around your wrist, guiding you as he saw fit. He continued to control your wrist until you were in contact with your clit. The sudden sound of laughter just around the corner having pulled your focus to them. 

"Focus on me baby.. I'll make you feel so good, you'll forget that anybody could find us…"

"Drew-" You breathed his name in warning as he hesitated for a second before slowly nodding in understanding. 

"Two fingers….Your fingers…" You added as renewed exhilaration developed across his features. 

"Fuck.. " He breathed as you'd allowed him to bypass your dress as he learned you were without panties, the curse leaving his lips once realizing you were just as needy as him. 

"No panties?"

"There wasn't room…" You admitted while he smirked. 

"Lucky me. Remind me to send a thank you to your stylist." You released a scoff that was quickly exchanged for pleasure as his fingers twisted and curved inside of you. But when he'd found a rhythm, he'd withdraw to taste you. 

"Sweet like fucking candy…" He grinned before returning his touch. 

"As much as I wanna hear you, sweetheart, I don't want to cause a scandal for you here, so you need to be quiet for me, think you can do that?" You nodded as his thumb now reached to your clit, devoting drawn out circles to test if your understanding was true. 

"God, you're making it so easy to finger you…So tight but so…fucking…wet…" Your eyes rolled, his name spilling off of your tongue as he grinned. 

"Keep riding my hand, baby…make yourself feel good…I wanna watch you…" You agreed, your lips kissed in sporadic kisses whenever he saw you struggle to remain silent, before you'd feel him still against you. 

"Oh fuck-"

"Baby, gotta be quiet-"

To this, you took his fingers to your mouth to use it as a way to quiet yourself. Sucking synonymous to how you would please him,  eyes engaged to his for a reaction. 

"Fucking hell, you're so hot…" He breathed, "I can't wait anymore…" You were suddenly lifted against the wall, withdrawn and placed into you in record time, as he'd muffle your gasp with a kiss as he'd penetrate you. 

"Drew!" You belted as he smirked, wrapping his hand around your mouth as he kept the other one around your back to ground himself into you. 

"I swear to God next time I'm inside you, you can scream for me all you want…but right now, you need to be a good girl for me."

"It feels so good-" He nodded, kissing your exposed shoulder. 

"I know baby, shit, I know! But you gotta be good…be good so I don't have to stop…because if someone sees, I'm not stopping until you come on my cock, sweetheart…"

"Shit-" You groaned into his hand before arching against him, bringing him to a kiss as you pressed your body flush with his own, working along his thrusts, as he now held you by both of his hands.

"Gonna make you come for me…gonna make you come so fucking hard baby…" He grunted as you nodded, feeling this release close to what you could withstand before he'd suddenly attack your breast with his mouth to keep himself quiet. 

The muffled moans and curses vibrated through your sensitive nipples as he became wild and reckless within your pussy, thrusting to degrees nobody had reached before, as he was vulgar in each pistoning motion. 

"I want you to spend the rest of the night dripping with me, you got it?"

"Drew…"

"Or I'm gonna edge you everytime we film, making you so wet, you'll forget every line and only ever think of my cock-" 

"Oh, God…"

"Flattered, but you can just call me Drew, sweetheart…" He teased. "Come for me baby…I need to feel you clench me-"

"I’m-" You couldn't formulate anything despite your attempts to do so, your moans infiltrating any sense of being intelligible as he placed you still so he could root into you. 

"Come with me, sweetheart. I wanna wear you all night…just like you're gonna be a good girl and wear me, right?" You nodded, desperately as he kissed you. 

"Good fucking girl…Ah…shit baby…so fucking tight…I'm gonna…" He growled, hitting his palm hard into the wall at your side as you nodded in silent agreement, allowing the rush to overtake you completely. The flex of his cock bringing an orgasm of such intensity you weren't able to cry out even if you'd tried, a detail heightened from how rebellious and even reckless you'd both been. 

"I think I'm gonna like working with ya, sweetheart…" He explained once helping you back to your feet and fixing your dress that he'd fisted out of the way as you'd been wrapped around him. 

"Can't wait until Monday…" He provided one final kiss before returning inside, leaving you behind to compose yourself. You had no idea what would happen during filming this movie, especially as it was due to be erotic. But you knew if first impressions were anything to go off of, it would be titillating to say the least…

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets

[redphlox]

How Touya can be Saved

I’ve talked before about why I think Shouto will save Touya, and now I want to talk about how. No doubt saving the eldest Todoroki child will be a combined family effort, but I want to specifically talk about Shouto’s role in this because it will be the culmination of his character arc. I also want to tie in how Dabi can make himself seen and understood by crying tears of blood in front of his family. Finally receiving validation after desperately needing it his entire life will be the key to his salvation.

As of chapter 298, Shouto already empathizes with Touya; he feels Touya’s hate and even recognizes Dabi is the person Shouto himself was before the Sports Festival. Shouto is extending his empathy and understanding to his brother the same way he reacted to Iida during the Stain arc in chapter 53, “Todoroki to Iida.”

Having empathy for Dabi’s resentment is only the first step in reaching him, though. That shared rage doesn’t completely validate Dabi’s pain as an abuse victim, which is something Shouto has yet to recognize about himself. Shouto’s anger has always been about how Endeavor abused Rei to the point she had to be institutionalized and not how Endeavor isolated him, physically abused him, and robbed him of his childhood. Shouto probably hadn’t stopped to think about how the other Todorokis perceived their family situation because, like most families in this situation, no one talked about the abuse - Shouto even expresses surprise and agreement in 192 when Natsuo confronts Endeavor with the entire family’s pain. Shouto thinks back to the memory of wanting to play with his siblings and realizes that specific day didn't only stay with him but that his siblings remember it and were impacted by it, too.

Like Natsuo, Dabi knows the root cause of their family’s dysfunction was Endeavor, and while he had a problem with what he perceived as each individual member’s blindness to their abuse, he ultimately doesn’t blame the victims and instead assigns all the blame onto Endeavor. Even 10 years later, he still calls Rei ‘okaasan’, Fuyumi ‘Fuyumi-chan’, and Natsuo ‘Natsu-kun’ because he still cares about them and recognizes all of them as victims of a corrupt hero who never set out to be a husband and a father and only used them.

However, Touya's own victimhood has never been validated - in 301 and 302, it was seen that he was the scapegoat for his family, and no matter how much he tried to earn back his father’s approval or call his father out on his unfair treatment, no one was ever on Touya’s side. His mother told him to look away from his father as an example instead of standing up to Endeavor for herself and her children, and Fuyumi and Natsuo were too young to understand and couldn't relate to what Touya went through as Endeavor's prized heir. Touya needs validation that he was abused and neglected. He always has. He still does.

The person in the perfect position to understand what it’s like to be on the receiving end of Endeavor’s impossibly high standards, obsession with surpassing All Might, and quirk training is Shouto. But in order to fully empathize with Dabi and show his brother that he can relate, Shouto needs to acknowledge that he too was a victim. In 292, Dabi basically asks Shouto to validate the pain and suffering Dabi had just exposed in the battlefield, but his question still stands unanswered.

To reach Touya, Shouto also has to show Dabi what kind of person he is - as in, Shouto has to separate himself from Endeavor’s shadow and establish that he too has been holding Endeavor accountable for his actions. We as readers know that Shouto’s entire character arc has been about asking himself, “Who am I?” Often, children who grow up in abusive households struggle with their identity and Shouto is a perfect example of this. This is why he chose his hero name to be his name: Shouto. He’s learning who he is after years of trying so hard to not be his father and becoming exactly like him - cold, distant, tunnel visioned, hateful. It wasn't until he met Inasa that he realized this and wanted to right his wrongs.

Like Inasa, Dabi doesn’t know Shouto at all. Both Inasa and Dabi knew Endeavor and assumed Shouto would be just like him. Inasa had a valid reason to think this of Shouto of course, because Shouto was standoffish and dismissive during the UA entrance exams, but at the time of the provisional license exam Inasa hadn’t learned that Shouto had recognized this toxic side of himself and had begun working towards the kind of person he wants to be. Shouto had to show Inasa the real him, and in a similar way, he will have to prove this to Dabi. Dabi hasn’t seen Shouto struggle with his identity like we the readers have; Dabi only sees his usurper making headlines and willingly interning with Endeavor. He probably assumes Shouto is proudly training to carry their father’s legacy. Dabi isn’t privy to the nuanced relationship Shouto or their siblings have with their father. All Dabi knows is that Endeavor is seeing and paying attention to Shouto and Shouto seemingly submitting. Dabi has no idea THIS is how it really is:

Showing others who he is is a way for Shouto to process his own trauma and establish his identity. As the son of the #2 hero, Shouto has always had to prove himself to others - that he’s not his father. He’s even had to prove this to himself by accepting his fire side and making it his own in spite of his father repeatedly calling him a creation or a masterpiece. Not being like his father is such a defining trait for Shouto that he feels compelled to tell kindergarteners during the re-licensing exam his life story and his trauma. He literally bore his heart out to these kids because he knew he wouldn’t get through to them unless he was genuine. I think he’ll apply this concept to Touya, too.

The thing about Shouto is that, while he hasn’t reconciled with his own status as an abuse victim, he sees himself as a survivor. He sees himself as someone who managed through a difficult situation and wants to help others get through their struggles too. That's why getting through to these kids was so important to him, why he took it so seriously. These were problematic kids, and instead of calling them brats or trying to intimidate or manipulate them, he tries to get down to their level and relate. Notice he emphasizes how much he struggled in school at first, how his relationship with his father is strained - in his mind, it's something these kids may be able to relate to.

Shouto is someone who sets out to understand and make others feel seen and understood. It's what makes him kind. Shouto probably understands why his father abused the entire family - Endeavor's reasons don't excuse him or earn his children's forgiveness, but it's a reason that humanizes him to Shouto. He himself was a cold, bitter person who now believes people can change if given the right opportunity and self-awareness because this is a lesson he's learned from Midoriya and Inasa. This is also something Shouto can grant Touya: understanding, a listening ear, space to be wrong, and a chance to be seen.

Touya wanted and still craves to be seen, and he has to see in return. He has to realize Shouto isn't his father's puppet. He has to relate to Shouto much like Shouto is relating to him. Shouto will have to pull the same move he pulled on those kindergarteners and tell Dabi his struggles, and then show him he’s making his own path different from their father’s and that the family isn’t blindly following Endeavor anymore or letting him do what he wants. Natsuo has stood up to him, Rei has stood up to him, Fuyumi has admitted to herself she had been trying to play a happy family instead of fixing the internal mess - they as a family will have to show Dabi all of this, and he’ll have to wrap his head around it. He has to realize that his family is different from how they were 10 years ago. This is what I mean by allowing Touya space to be wrong - it’s okay for him to be wrong in assuming all these things about Shouto. Shouto won’t judge him for it.

I've talked before about how the narrative framing as of chapter 309 has set up that a person must express their feelings in a socially acceptable manner before they can be a candidate for saving, and that means crying. As soon as Midoriya saw a glimpse of little Tenko crying, he switched his mentality from "I'll never forgive you" to "I want to save that crying boy." When Toga ran away from Ochako crying, Ochako became concerned and curious. Following this pattern, it makes sense that Dabi also has to show his emotions, but it’s complicated because he can’t cry due to his burnt tear ducts. Every time we’ve seen him cry tears of blood, he’s been alone - he’ll have to cry in front of Shouto and the family for it to sink in that all of Dabi’s destruction and hate stems from deep-seated sorrow and feelings of abandonment. The family does not yet know how the fire that killed Touya started, and they have no idea that Touya’s emotions are linked to his fire and that he died because he was feeling overwhelmingly forsaken and sad. Once they find out, however, they’ll fully understand Touya (hopefully) and recognize they haven’t been understanding him at all. Saving Touya will be difficult because he has to be vulnerable and that's not something he's done as Dabi, but that's where the Todoroki family arc is headed: healing as a family.

As a side note: I’m not saying that the message the manga is giving is the correct one (how you express yourself shouldn’t be a determinant of the help you receive) but it’s what we have to work with. I also think saving Touya will be more complicated than this and will also involve Natsuo, but that’s a meta for another day! ;]

[one-boring-person]

/Hyper/ specific but maybe a scene where Snake owes the reader money/favors/revenge and they come to collect after the events of efny? Could be interesting to see Snake struggling to cope after the fact (anger, sadness, trying to dull the pain, etc) and coming up against someone who does not care, but take it any way that speaks to you!! Love your writing!

Thank you for the request! I hope you like this!

No Choice.

Snake Plissken (Escape From New York/LA) x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of injury

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"Not now." Snake hates how quiet his voice sounds, the usual impassiveness he's long perfected broken after the ordeal he's been through. 

If the newcomer notices, they don't say anything, remaining sat idly on the chair by the excuse of a vanity table the motel provides for its guests. How they managed to find him is a mystery, but dread fills him at the sight of them, knowing full well why they are here.

"Another excuse?" They lift an eyebrow in the dim light, clearly uncaring as they drag their gaze down his beaten body. Smoke curls from their parted lips, the glowing tip of a cigarette jerking a little as they tap their finger on it, knocking ash to the floor. 

"A pretty fucking valid one." He growls as he stands in the door, wishing he still had his gun loaded, so he could at least threaten them into leaving. As it is he'll have to make do with empty words.

"Enlighten me." That tone, it's hard, indisputable. Clearly telling him it's not worth arguing his case but mocking him by asking anyway. 

"You don't care." Is what he says instead of replying properly.

"No, I don't." They don't deny it. Why should they?

Silence falls on the two for a moment, Snake considering his options as they take another drag from the cigarette, expression completely neutral and unreadable. He regards them carefully, finding himself drawn to the new scars adorning their face - they're shrapnel wounds, not the usual gunfire, the ugly markings looking like grim knots of discoloured skin on their left cheek. It's a striking look, not a bad one but intimidating and somewhat fear-inducing in any case. Nobody except this person has ever managed to evoke fear in him, not properly anyway. 

It's for this reason that he remains on high alert, worried that they might not be alone in the room. 

"What do you want from me?" He asks, even though he knows the answer.

"You know what I want from you." (Y/n) reiterates his thoughts, exhaling another mouthful of smoke into the tense air between them.

Snake shakes his head, "I can't go out again tonight. Not for another week at least. I'm injured too badly."

"Always something to put it off." They click their tongue, moving to stand upright in front of him, "This little favour you promised me isn't going anywhere, Plissken. You owe me and you know it."

"I know, but I physically can't-"

"Bullshit, I know what you're like." They spit in sudden irritation, voice taking a sharp edge, "The only reason you turn things down is because you're too lazy to do them." 

Snake doesn't dare state the other reason for his refusals, too tired to deal with the consequences. 

"Just, please…leave me alone for a week and I'll do it then." He sighs, giving them his most truthful look he can. 

They give him a cruel smile, cocking their head mockingly. 

"Did something go wrong this time? Or why are you so desperate for recovery time?" 

"I'm injured-" He starts, going silent as they wave him off with another click of their tongue.

"That same bullshit." They give him a look of grotesquely false sincerity, "Now, Plissken, I'm not asking nicely anymore. Come with me, or I'll make you. You don't have a choice in this."

His heart sinks at this, shoulders visibly slumping at the realisation that he really doesn't have any choice, and that he has to go out on whatever mission they've got planned for him. 

"Fine." His voice breaks again, eye dropping to the floor as they condescendingly reach over and pat his shoulder.

"Good boy." Their smile is full of cruel poison. 

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Hi!! Can you do they boys getting kidnapped but its Diluc, Childe, and Kazuha? Thank you!!💗💗

Note: I just want to point out that there's no actual reason on how I choose for the reader to beat up the kidnappers since part 1,, it's totally random as long as I'm trying out different ideas whatever fits ehe. Enjoy! 💖

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Kidnapped Genshin Boys x Fem Rich!reader pt.2

Part 1 (Kaeya, Zhongli, Xiao)

Characters: Childe, Diluc, Kazuha

Genre: fluff, established relationship, some woman kicking ass action, (TW: mentions of blood and violence)

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CHILDE

Your boyfriend would definitely try to go head-to-head against the shady group of people who abducted him. The gang accountable must be living under the rock for even considering one of the most dangerous Harbingers as their prey to carry out their schemes.

However, Childe learned that there would be ramifications if he tries to be rash without gathering solid intel first. Having no knowledge of your current circumstances and whereabouts troubled him to the core. They could have already sent out a corresponding group towards you and endanger you if he failed to listen.

Being wealthy is not a foreign concept to Childe as he is also a wealthy man himself. That said, the premonition of being a target for a ransom would not be unrealistic to him. For now, he is glad that he is the victim here instead of having to witness you kidnapped.

"You know, you could've asked me nicely for some money. I might just give it to you, instead of doing all this for my girlfriend's money." Despite being in a position far from desirable, Childe leisurely sat on the chair that he was bound to, crossing his legs. He was making small talks to push away the worst scenarios happening to you. Are you safe? Are you crying? Did they hurt you?

"I don't know who you are to be running your mouth, but you should value your life a little more." Their leader emerged from the group.

Childe's ocean eyes squinted as menace casts upon his pupils, his voice lowered, "Is that so? Ironic, because you guys seem to value money more than your lives."

The head stepped back slightly, "Enough with your empty threats! You should be aware of the current situation you're in. We're not fooling around here."

"I'm not fooling around either."

As sparks were thrown back and forth, you made your way in through the main entrance. Tapping the shoulder that belongs to one of the men, "Excuse me, I need to get to my boyfriend." Your fist sunk into the side of his face when he turned towards you. He collapsed on the ground with a few broken teeth and blood spewing out of his mouth. Moving on to the next adversary in your path, you fought with full faith in your abilities no matter how intimidating they were.

Soon, the leader and people further ahead finally took notice of it. You pave your way towards your boyfriend and eventually, both your eyes meet each other. Childe puffed out a breath of relief when he finally saw you, but also registering the fact that you just took down most of the men with your bare hands.

Kicking away the men who tried to grab you, you then waved enthusiastically at Childe, "Hey girlie, hold still." Rushing right ahead to the leader, you brought your arm near your face, elbow pointing outwards. The sharp edge from your elbow jabbed his throat, causing him to choke and lose balance.

As his reaction dulled, it was your chance to strike again. Thus, you gallantly overthrew their leader and the entire gang by yourself.

After helping Childe, he stood up abruptly and placed his hands on your shoulder with eagerness written all over the face, "I never knew you could fight so well! How about a spar with me right now?" Expect your boyfriend to continuously bug you to indulge in his rampant itch to fight anyone that comes across as a worthy opponent. Though, the real takeaway from this experience was the way your hair clings to your face with sweat as the adhesive and the triumph look in your eyes. It was a rather attractive sight to relish in his taste.

DILUC

Your boyfriend would be infuriated that crooked people like these exist, much less target him to extort money from you. Just another validation to add up on how incompetent the Knights of Favonious is, he thought. Someone will have to clean up their mess, that someone being him. What better way to do that than to follow them to their hideout to seek out the whole organization?

Diluc is renowned for being one of the richest men in Teyvat. Naturally, the group thought they hit the jackpot on not only holding him for ransom, but potentially garnering some money from him as well.

The only concern he carries is your wellbeing. Diluc fears that this incident will affect you mentally. His head started filling up with formulations on ways to resolve this matter without causing any uproar to guarantee your safety.

When the head was introduced to him, he gritted his teeth to suppress every ounce of his might to not reach for his claymore. Diluc still has to prioritize gathering information first regarding the gang. His patrons at Angel's Share are usually the ones providing him with promising intel of any evildoers, but some things are just meant to be obtained by himself.

"Is this the only hideout you have? Quite in a shambles, don't you think?" Diluc's eyes shifted around the dilapidated building, observing the surroundings to know his enemies better.

The leader rolled his eyes, "It wouldn't be so bad once we get some funding from you and your girlfriend." Diluc hummed. Judging from his answer, it is safe to assume that the organization is rather a small scaling one. Defeating them right now will result in uprooting the source once and for all.

As Diluc was about to do so, a lackey of the gang ran frantically towards them, panting labored when he reached and trying to catch his breath. "What is it?" The leader question.

"T-there's... there's someone." He pointed towards a direction with fear layering his voice.

"What? Why are you so scared?" They all glanced towards the spot.

"I swear there was a woman! I don't know who it is, but she took out some of our guys on guard outside."

In disbelief that a woman could have done anything so reckless, the leader trudged to said location. As it is a spot lacking light, the darkness and shadow made it challenging for him to pinpoint if anyone is there. When he moved closer, you crept out behind from his blind spot and kicked the back of his head, causing his head to spin. Your arm lunged forward, gaining a tight hold onto his nape. You put everything into pushing him, his forehead hammered down to the floor. Creating a loud thud, it gave him a concussion.

"Looking for me?" Your foot stamped onto his back, just making sure he stays down.

Everyone, including your boyfriend, had their pupils dilated at the scene. You sighed at the silence, "All of you just messed with the wrong couple." Lifting your foot away, you stomped forward without giving them a second thought. Your arms and legs are all warmed up for many rounds against your foes.

Diluc watched you from afar as you drove your way towards victory. Although he could step in to help, he admits silently to himself that he would like to observe you a little longer. Putting his trust in your calibers to carry you far, his eyes never left your brave figure.

Once you cleared the group, the next thing to do is checking on Diluc. Already unfastening the restrains himself, he walked to you, "That was well executed. Your abilities shouldn't be underestimated. Don't join the Knights though." He stressed the last remark, scoffing. You chuckled and held his hand to guide him out of here, "Thanks. Glad to impress you, Master Diluc. Let's go home."

KAZUHA

Your boyfriend is a rather hard target to impose on for their plans of kidnapping him. His senses are just too refined for an ordinary person to challenge. Basic tactics, such as overthrowing him with the element of surprise have proven to be futile. Thus, Kazuha will always be able to evade falling prey into their hands.

The only way Kazuha could have been kidnapped is through falsifying evidence of you being in a life-threatening situation. Although he has successfully saved his own skin, not the same could be applied to you. Feeling his resolve shaken, what other choices could he have? Prioritizing your safety is the most important thing right now.

Kazuha may have faced similar situations in the past when out in the sea, encountering pirates of other crew aiming for the Crux Fleet's fortune. Being in the position as a captive for ransom is new. He actually found it amusing, rather than having thoughts of blaming you. It is not your fault that you are blessed with wealth. It is the fault of the criminals.

"Ain't you that the kid who's with Beidou? You're part of her crew." The leader questioned his target, to which he was greeted by Kazuha's silence. "Tell you what. You're just like the rest of us. We want to be rich. How about you ask your girlfriend to bring some more money and we'll give you a share as well?"

Kazuha's face darkened, "I don't know what you've heard, but it must be really valiant of you to assume to worst out of the Crux Fleet and myself. I'd appreciate it if you cease lumping me together with criminals like you."

The Crux Fleet does put up with an infamous reputation amongst the Qixing. Perhaps the abductors concluded that Kazuha has a negative conscience just like them, as in upholding a relationship with you to have a taste of your assets. Still, if he tried to talk his way out of it, barbarians like them will never reach a mutual understanding with him. Kazuha shut his eyes, ignoring any further confrontations to preserve his energy as he contemplates a plan.

He was interrupted when he thought he heard your voice nearby, carried by the wind. The others around him did not hear it since it was just something only Kazuha could pick up. Applying full concentration, he managed to form what he heard, "Get out of my way, please, while I'm asking nicely."

Opening his eyes, he turned to stare at the entrance. As if on cue, the door swung open when you kicked it down, announcing your presence. Some men fainted below your feet.

The others instantly reacted by storming towards your direction to stop your advancement. You stood still in your position, taking a mindful deep breath. One thing you learned from Kazuha is to always remain cold-headed before engaging in a fight.

Kazuha wanted to get out of the restraints to rescue you, but instead, you started dishing out few moves against the men.

When you thought you finished with the remaining numbers, their leader was about to declare his victory, "I got you!" Encircling his arm around your neck in an attempt to strangle you, you huffed and grinned towards Kazuha to signal him you have it under control.

You elbowed his stomach and felt him loosen his grip when he winced. Making enough gap between his arm and your neck, you slipped away and swiftly kicked in between his groins. The color drained from his face and tumbled to the ground, passing out in pain, "Hmph, this is what happens when you touch a lady without her permission." You brushed away the hair from your face after an arduous fight.

Jogging towards your boyfriend, "Kazuha!" He brisked towards you as well and held you in his embrace, softly rubbed your nape, "You're giving me plenty of inspirations for a haiku after such a wonderful performance." Kazuha would appreciate you refraining from such a heedless approach next time. He was comforted to see you safe and knowing the threats were nothing more than to use you, his weakness, against him. After witnessing that, Kazuha will be slightly ashamed he even doubted you in the first place, so he trusts that you can watch out for yourself next time.

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Hey, I love your work 🥰 Could you do a headcanon where the bnha boys have a s/o who has a very friendly personality but is unable to hide their stoic face when they dislike someone? Like, s/o during all day 😊, then Mineta been creepy like always and s/o is like 😐

Could be Todoroki, Bakugo, Kirishima, Midoria and Dabi pls? You can do others if you feel like it tho

(Sorry if got confused, I'm terrible at describing my ideas haha)

friendly s/o who has an expressive face

featuring: todoroki, bakugo, kirishima, midoriya, and dabi

your request makes complete sense but i don’t know if the title does.. hopefully i conveyed the idea well! thank you and enjoy :)

todoroki

he normally has a very stoic expression that doesn’t change much unless he’s angry 

and you’ll know when he’s angry 

seeing your friendly face was somewhat refreshing for him 

you kind of reminded him of people who are also very approachable like his sister or even midoriya

you could always brighten his day with your smile

he’s also not opposed to your other expressions either

he can even find them amusing in a way

you don’t hold anything back and that’s very admirable to him 

he’s willing to fight for what he believes in and you have a similar mindset

you can be blunt and candid with your expressions though and it’s hard to hold them back 

sometimes you feel like you can be a little too expressive in a way that offends others

some have referred to you as ‘rude’ with how you can look 

and you know you’re not rude but it can get to you sometimes 

you don’t hide your hurt feelings well either so he knows when something isn’t right with you 

you asked him if he thought you looked rude to him and then proceeded to tell him what you others had said to you

“you know that’s anything but true, my love. they probably just don’t know you well enough that you’re actually so wonderful. at least, that’s what i think.”

you like when he gives you that cute little grin of his because that’s all you need to be reassured 

even in your lowest of times, he can be your sunshine  

bakugo

obviously, he’s never been the friendliest person ever 

it was the fact that you remained kind even when he would yell or call you insulting names 

nothing seemed to shake you which was really attractive to him 

unless you really didn’t like someone or something

and he’d admit that you’re ten times more attractive when you’re not impressed or unamused

however, he cannot help to chime in when he feels he needs to even if you’ve got it under control

like if mineta is being his pervy self with some of the girls or anyone else for that matter, you will call him out on it

“jeez, y/n. you’re way hotter when you’re smiling.”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU MORONIC GRAPE?! I WILL BLAST YOU ALL THE WAY TO HELL IF YOU SAY THAT TO THEM AGAIN.”

he thinks you look beautiful whether you’re smiling or looking intimidating but he prefers when you smile 

it’s disgustingly contagious to him 

but he gets a kick out of your more serious expressions and never feels that you’re being too forward about it 

some people just need to know when they sound like an idiot, you know?

he likes to tease you sometimes when you’re being too cute and friendly

“you think you’re tough, dumbass? show me your mean face.”

he absolutely loves that you humor him and can transition so well

the duality of you makes him fall in love with you all over again

kirishima

he’s also a very friendly person so naturally, he’s drawn to how sweet and kind you are 

but you two differ with how you handle uncomfortable situations 

he’ll try to continue to be polite but you, on the other hand, cannot hide your expression when someone says something you don’t like

he understands that you just want to be taken seriously when things aren’t all fun and games 

he likes to reaffirm that for you but never intends to offend

“you’re very tough, pebble! and i’m not trying to patronize you when i say that.”

he does enjoy that you can stand up for yourself and others 

it’s almost like you’re the rock instead of him 

you can let things get to you pretty easily though 

and for him, that’s not necessarily a bad thing 

it means that you think critically about certain things and it’s okay if it upsets you sometimes and you can’t help but let it show 

that’s what makes you human and he admires that you’re not afraid to show that

plus it gives him an excuse to hold you tight and tell you how much he loves you 

“it’s okay to be sad about something, babe. you’re still such a wonderful and amazing person to me!” 

soon enough, you go back to being your bright and happy self and you have him to thank for it 

he literally is the rock in your relationship, no matter how much he denies it

midoriya

he’s also very approachable and affable 

but he has a different way of dealing with certain situations or a person that he doesn’t like 

if he’s intimidated, he’ll get really nervous 

but if he’s not scared at all, you don’t want to mess with him

he will detroit smash any threat with no problem

you were pretty much the same way 

cute and bubbly with your smiling face but people should know that you don’t always look like that 

you can get serious when need be 

however, he’s usually pretty nervous in everyday situations whereas you would not hold back your stank eye 

it was something he had to learn to accept with you because you could look pretty rude 

your reasoning was usually founded and valid though so he couldn’t disagree 

other people, sometimes other girls, seemed really drawn towards him and it’s not unlike you to get a little jealous 

he only stays polite because it’s what you should do if someone else is being nice to you 

it’s only when they actually pose a threat to your relationship and say something uncalled for about you 

your mood completely changes and you can’t hide it 

he’s grateful to have you though because he’s not great at handling those types of situations 

you never hold a grudge though and switch back easily to the sweet, kind cutie that he loves

dabi

he’s used to people avoiding him just because of how he looks 

it doesn’t bother him that much as he doesn’t want anyone approaching him anyway

being with you could be kinda difficult because you were the exact opposite of him

he couldn’t blame others because you were so cute and enticing with your friendly self 

but you could be just as cold as him as well 

in fact, you used to not like him because of how he would treat you

he’d fully admit that he’d patronize you when he called you cute or adorable, especially when you look mean

you are actually so much more to him though and provide him with the hope that maybe he could build a better future for himself 

anyway, the places that he stayed were usually pretty sketchy and the people that skulked around were equally suspicious 

he used to be wary of creeps trying to come onto you or take you away from him 

not that he couldn’t scare them off himself 

but he didn’t have to because you could go from :D to >:( real quick and have it taken care of no problem 

people learned not to bother you like they learned with him

it’s almost like you didn’t need him to protect you or didn’t need him at all and realistically, you didn’t

but that didn’t stop you from being with him, even if you probably didn’t belong together 

he was prepared to condemn all the naysayers as he admired how pretty the blue glow from his fire looked against your ethereal face

and he was grateful to get a kiss from an absolute angel like you 

woohoo, bnha night! get those requests in..