#I adore the build swap videos

[desertduo-but-everywhere]

[arcadian-vampire]

How to not be anxious about upcoming therapy appt: Start a project relating to your special interest, so you end up glancing at the clock feeling more annoyed than anything else

[seat-safety-switch]

You can learn a lot about how something was built by watching it break. At least that's my excuse for watching over a hundred hours of YouTube "gone wrong" videos instead of actually getting any work done this week. Take, for example, the collapse of a bridge. If you'd never seen one crumble to bits and drop into the water, you wouldn't know they're made out of steel rebar with concrete poured over top. Any bridge you try to make without that knowledge would totally suck ass. In a way, that bridge gave its life so that others could live. Thanks for your sacrifice, bridge.

Among my friends who are especially productive – "capable," if you will – they get into these little funks where they get depressed about not being able to finish their projects. What they do then is create a little tiny side project, small enough that they can start and finish it quickly, and then reassure themselves that they can actually get things done. Even if those things are a little pipe cleaner kitty. Absolutely adorable, and confirms their place as creators of the universe. Destroying things is the same deal for me.

Nothing gets the old creative juices going like turning a perfectly good automatic transmission entirely into neutrals, for instance. It gets other juices going, too, but that's a problem for the highway cleanup crew to worry about. Once I've been freed of the constraint of "this car needs to run right now," then things can get kinda weird. Maybe I want to put a manual transmission in, push an extra pedal. Perhaps I want a Lenco drag-racing transmission, and I need to come up with a disguise so I can trick the guy at the swap meet into giving it to me ("Lenco inspector," I'll bark, "hand 'em over.")

So take it from me. If you're feeling stuck on a project, or otherwise uninspired, go recklessly destroy an object of actual value and watch that sucker fall apart. Holy shit! Did you know springs are in these things? I better save each and every one of these springs just in case they come in handy later. I'll probably need to build something to organize them...

[bitethehnd]

omg i’ve had the biggest brainrot over ur naomi & taylor!reader & rewatching the eras tour i have 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ thoughts

i can imagine reader! having a chat w naomi when they’re ready to make it official and actually tell everyone they’re together (god knows everyone’s figured it out but shh let them have their moment) & reader! asks if they can make it official during the show but doesn’t tell Naomi how,, they’re just like trust me it’ll be good and naomi is like ok !! anything for u !! & during karma reader! sings “karma is my baby on the screen, coming straight home to me!” & they somehow get naomi’s live reaction on the big screen megatron thing of reader fully making it official to everyone mid show and they’re just in AWE

& in the same show when reader! sings “you’re in love” they do a lil speech about how this song was written for someone else completely and after everything that went down, they hated this songs because it brought back so many bad memories (or something) but now they have someone who makes them feel like this song is the reason for existence again and it just cuts to lil naomi sobbing aAAA i truly love that fic so much i still have so many thoughts about it thank u thank u thank u

⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ you are in love

pairing : naomi mcpherson x popstar!reader

a/n : ANON I LOVE YOUR BRAIN KISS KISS

at this point during your eras tour, the two of you are already together. you think you’re all sneaky but literally everyone knows… naomi looks at you like you gave them the moon so it’s quite obvious, but everyone lets you two have your fun!

the first people you told were obviously katie and jo. they both had fake surprised looks on their faces but said the two of you deserved to be happy. then ensue the countless jokes and comments from jo.

the boys were thrilled too! since phoebe had also opened for you, she had taken a guess that you two had a thing for each other and then her suspicions were confirmed. julien fist pumped naomi and lucy gave you a big hug!! you guys are adorable fr.

next came telling the world about the relationship. you two held off for a few months, wanting privacy, but it seemed twitter was already aware of it. everyone had their theories and some were so outrageous that you just wanted to tell everyone yourself.

you told naomi your feelings on the matter and they immediately agreed, no questions asked. they were ready to show you off and not have to hide. you suggested doing it during your next show, and like anon said, naomi is just like “whatever my princess wants, she gets!!! anything for her!!”

you quickly put your plan into motion. you decided your surprise song for the next show would be “you are in love” from 1989. it perfectly described how you felt about naomi. you came up with some ideas for the speech you would give before hand and it went something like this…

“the next song that i’m going to play is one that i haven’t performed in so long. i wrote it about someone who i thought was going to be my forever, but it just didn’t end up that way and it left me with some sad memories. i have never felt the need to play this song since then, but now everything has changed. even if i originally wrote this about someone else, my partner renewed it into something so pure and now has a reason to exist again. i love you.”

the camera doesn’t pan to naomi just yet, since you wanted to build suspense. for dramatic effect, of course. but jo and katie make sure to get their reaction on video. it’s just naomi basically happy crying and laughing with tears under their eyes. even when you guys are a whole stadium apart, the invisible string between you is there.

when it was finally time for the last era of songs, from midnights, you were planning to do a lyric swap in “karma.” the actual lyric was “karma is my girlfriend,” but obviously naomi was not a girl and the song originally wasn’t written about them, you planned to change it to something that made you happier. when the time came to sing “karma,” you looked right into the vip section where naomi was and sang “karma is my baby on the screen, coming straight home to me!” cut to the camera panning to naomi and they’re just giddy, laughing and crying all at the same time. when you told them you were going to make it official, this is definitely not how they imagined it, but they weren’t complaining.

you just wanted to show the world your love for them and honestly didn’t give a shit what anyone thought. the two of you just existed in your own little bubble, feeling like you were just singing to them.

after the show was over and naomi practically sprinted backstage, their beaming smile lit up the room as they saw you. they pulled you in for a fierce hug and pressed gentle kisses to your forehead.

“that was the sweetest thing in the entire world, baby. i love you so much.”

“so you liked it? it wasn’t too much?”

“never. that was, like, magical. can’t believe you did all that for me.”

“i’d do anything for you, nom.”

© bitethehnd

[wonbinistic]

Home: where comfort greets you at the door

pairing: enha maknae line x fem!reader

genre: fluff...a bit too much of it

warning: they are a bit clingy here hehe<3

about; spending precious time with the precious maknaes of enhypen

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You attempted to ignore the flood of messages taking up space on your phone screen, all from the younger members of your group chat bombarding you with pleas. Sometimes, their clinginess was overwhelming. A sigh escaped you as a video call request appeared, their desperation evident. If you didn't adore them, you would've blocked their numbers ages ago. "Yah, how dare you be on your phone now," Sunoo scolded. Attempting to explain was futile as complaints continued to pour in. "WOULD YOU GUYS JUST LET ME SPEAK!" you finally shouted desperately into the screen, followed by a mumble of apologies.

As conversation flowed, you continued about your day, not daring to end the call as they practically shrieked at the notion. Carrying your phone to the kitchen, you raided the snack cabinet. Your friends on the other end pouted, stuck in their break with no allowance for sweets.

As the minutes ticked by in eager anticipation, Jay and Jake lent a hand in setting up the space. The coffee table became a mosaic of delectable snacks and a variety of drinks, while twinkling fairy lights adorned the room, adding a touch of enchantment to the atmosphere. With a sense of excitement building, Jay and Jake bid their farewells, extracting a playful promise from you to safeguard the place while they were away. As they exited, a sudden rush interrupted their departure— a towering figure brushed past them, wrapping you in a swift and tight embrace. Jungwon and Sunoo swiftly followed suit, enveloping you in a spontaneous group hug, exchanging warmth and affection in the embrace.

The room buzzed with an electric energy as their presence filled the space, marking the beginning of what promised to be a memorable time together. Ni-ki flung himself onto a beanbag, scooping a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

"Ew, Ni-ki, did you even wash your hands?" Sunoo wrinkled his nose at the boy, who nonchalantly munched on his snack before complying and heading to the sink. You chuckled and joined them, swapping stories about your day. Leaning against the door frame, you hugged your cardigan tighter, admiring your friends with fondness as they enthusiastically told you about the newest plans for their upcoming schedules. “The song is so good, I'll give you a listen when possible.”,Sunoo promised.

Later, everyone changed into matching pajamas; yours coordinated with Jungwon's. The snug sleepwear was embellished with bears, a favorite of yours. You recalled how Jungwon had found it adorable on himself and insisted on getting you a matching set. Sunoo, in full showmanship, posed with his phone, capturing a snapshot of him and Ni-ki proudly displaying their matching outfits. "Which movie should we watch? I can't endure Mean Girls for the hundredth time," Ni-ki slouched into his beanbag as Jungwon settled beside you. "Why not? Hyung! I wanted to sit next to y/nie…" Sunoo pouted, feeling a pang of betrayal from his friend. He even won the rock-paper-scissors match for that spot, a stroke of luck for him.

"We can switch after the first movie," Jungwon giggled, resting his head on your shoulder. Your hand instinctively found its way to his freshly washed hair, fingers threading through the damp strands. Jungwon emitted a contented hum at the gentle massage, snuggling closer to you. Catching sight of the tender moment, Ni-ki turned to Sunoo beside him. "What are you waiting for?"

"I just got a manicure..." Sunoo confessed, earning a playful eye roll from Ni-ki. The room dimmed as the movie paired with the christmas tree in the corner cast a kaleidoscope of colors around. Half-covered under throw blankets, you all embraced the warmth, sinking into a cozy comfort. Out of habit and seeking solace, Ni-ki reached for your hand, intertwining fingers to seek both comfort and additional warmth.. In that serene ambiance, each touch and shared moment seemed to radiate a sense of love and assurance, enveloping everyone in a comforting embrace. You sensed a gentle nudge at your side, glancing down to find Jungwon pointing towards the snack bar, whispering, "Feed me."

Reaching across to the coffee table adorned with an assortment of snacks, your fingers selected a pack of sour gummy worms.

The room echoed with the crinkle of the candy packet as you tore it open, savoring one yourself before complying with Jungwon's request. Another nudge followed, this time from Ni-ki, expressing his desire to be fed too. "Noona, toss it in the air, and I'll catch it with my mouth," the youngest exclaimed. Sunoo, capturing the entire playful moment on camera, cheered as you executed the stunt flawlessly, each throw landing perfectly.

Returning your focus to the movie, you enveloped both boys in a warm embrace, planting a kiss atop each of their heads. Sunoo found himself reclined on the floor, his head nestled against your stomach. Seeking closeness, he sighed, feeling a sense of calm wash over him. His eyelids grew heavy, signaling an impending slumber, while the other two remained wide awake, cherishing the fleeting moments, yearning for time to stand still. "Anyone up for some tea? I'm going to make some," Jungwon rose from his spot, prompting a request from Ni-ki for a cup. "Pour me one too, thanks, hyung." With those words, Jungwon disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you in the company of a dozing Sunoo and Ni-ki, who diligently adjusted the blanket to cover Sunoo more snugly. His endearing gesture was followed by a whispered 'cute,' escaping his lips.

As your phone softly chimed for attention, a message from Heeseung appeared, inquiring about life in the dorms. You replied with a swift snapshot of your peacefully sleeping friend cradled in your lap. Setting your phone aside, you delicately traced your fingers through Sunoo's hair, making sure not to disturb his peaceful rest. "Wow, these chocolates are too good! Where did you get them?" Ni-ki managed to mumble between mouthfuls of the delicious treat. With a playful tone, you playfully remarked, "Careful now, no talking with a mouthful, kid!"

The sweet aroma of raspberry tea wafted through the room as Jungwon returned, balancing a tray of steaming cups. Passing you your tea, he cautioned, "Be careful, it's hot."

The tray found its place on the coffee table, and you blew gently on the hot tea, attempting to cool it down. The three of you sat in a serene silence as the movie credits scrolled by. Jungwon's chuckle broke the quietude, prompting a curious glance from you. "Sunoo didn't get to switch places," he chuckled, casting a glance at the slumbering Sunoo cradled in your lap. "You knew he'd fall asleep, didn't you?" Ni-ki grinned mischievously. You playfully swatted him with your free hand, eliciting a groan in response.

[elina-sakura]

Rain Code: Spin The Wheel

So a while ago, I did a Spin the Wheel concept of my own with the Rain Code cast that appeared in the main game. And it turned out interesting, so I’ve decided to post my results, along with some ramblings about the said results. Spoilers for Rain Code.

Protagonist: Fubuki Clockford

Support (Shinigami): Kurumi Wendy

Support (Informant): Dr. Huesca

Chapter 0 Cast

Yakou Furio

Zange Eraser

Waruna (hitwoman)

Yuma Kokohead

Pucci Lavmin

Nocturnal Detective Agency

Chief Kurane

Makoto Kagutsuchi

Iruka

Guillaume Hall

Halara Nightmare

Peacekeepers

Director Margulaw

Vice Director Yomi Hellsmile

Shinigami (Chapter 0)

Zilch Alexander (Chapter 1)

Karen (Intern)

Aphex Logan

Chapter 1 Cast

The Priest

Melami Goldmine

Seth Burroughs (The Nail Man)

The Nun (The Copycat)

Chapter 2 Cast

Martina Electro

The Servant (Victim)

Icardi

The Worshipper

Chapter 3 Cast

Shachi

Dominic Fulltank

Servan

Yoshiko (Murderer)

Swank Catsonell (Victim)

Chapter 4 Victim

Desuhiko Thunderbolt

Vivia Twilight (motivator for murder/died from Amaterasu/Peacekeepers)

!!Rambling Time!!

I’m happy one of the NDA is the protagonist, and it’s Fubuki! And her Shinigami is Kurumi, so it’s an adorable, wholesome girl squad! We can even get fun RPG references, and Kurumi can do wholesome games for clues. But also moral conflict because neither would be up for murdering, and Fubuki feeling guilty for relying on Kurumi to solve the mysteries in exchange of the culprits’ souls.

With how the criminals from Chapters 0-2 (basically three chapters), there would be a build up of the girls slowly accepting that perhaps culprits dying is fine as long as they no longer hurt people for their own benefits (yes, I am going to frame Chapter 2 less sympathetic as opposed to in-game, which makes it the turning point of the girls starting to accept that the end justifies the mean, before that is once again challenged in Chapter 3).

It’s funny how the three Aetheria Trio somehow still ended up being murderers at the end of the day (or two out of three if we count killer!Waruna being an imposter tho).

I was so sad when I spun the wheel for Chapter 0, and both Yuma and Yakou ended up in the cast, meaning they die😭 Also, Pucci and Zange could not escape their fates.

Though Yuma ending up as a Chapter 0 victim actually sets up a great characterization for Makoto in this AU (who I’ve decided will be the complex, Ch 4 character because I say so). Where in this Swap AU, Makoto and Yuma are twin brothers who worked as Master Detectives in the WDO. So when Yuma ended up dying on the Amaterasu Express, it broke Makoto. To the point he wears a mask to hide his face because he has the exact same face as his now late brother he can’t bear to see anymore. Perhaps he’s even antagonistic towards Fubuki because she survived the Amaterasu Express Massacre, and is resentful how she’s the one who gets out alive, like she’s been exchanged to live instead of his precious twin. Maybe Chapter 4, he decides to exact his revenge on the Peacekeepers for all the murder they have done, including Yuma, and end it once and for all. And considering he has Coalescence as well, perhaps he may even get the same power as Fubuki and end up literally clashing swords in the Mystery Labyrinth.

Funny story, when I was spinning for the swap!NDA, I was getting like all females with only Makoto as the only male, and I was kind of praying to the wheel to give me another male, or at least another gender. And guess who the last gender that ends up joining (or staying in this case) in the NDA.

Dr. Huesca being the informant actually sounds right when you think further on it. Like perhaps his characterization can be based on the glimpse heel-turn self we’ve seen from the recorded video, where he once again (or perhaps remembered) how far his experiment had went and decided to call it quit. He’s still a mad scientist, but now has a (very shaky) moral compass and is more morally grey.

Kurane being Chief is also very fitting because it was mentioned/implied she has some interest in detective works (I understand it’s probably more so playing as a Detective as a character, but I hc she has interest in detective work as well). But also kind of funny and sad because the NDA now has a prodigal child detective who is a theater kid and obsessed with romance novels as their only Detective Chief in Kanai Ward. And to add relationship between her and Vivia, perhaps Vivia took Kurane in as her apprentice when she was younger, which helped lead to her becoming a WDO Detective, and leading up to her becoming the Chief when Vivia dies during an investigation on Amaterasu. Or, if I want to be original, perhaps Vivia is separated from his soul and body, and they’re both being preserved in Amaterasu. Who knows🤷🏼‍♀️

And Yomi Hellsmile is honestly really fitting as Vice Director because he can be that sadistic, power-hungry we know and love. Desiring to become the next Director of the Peacekeepers and trying to off Director Margulaw. I even got an idea that perhaps maybe he teams up with a certain, grieving Master Detective to help overthrow Margulaw (because I kind of imagine the CEO would not be dumb enough to give someone like Yomi power like that). Not entirely sure if I want to make Margulaw a corrupt Director or a benevolent Director (or in-between) because I want to avoid making his characterization from being too close to my Director Yakou’s characterization I’m currently/planning.

Finally, for Chapter 3, I’m imagining how it can play out is that Swank Catsonell was once the leader of the Resistance, but he was terrible at it. He was selfish and greedy and was fine with causing more destruction that leads to more problems for Dohya District. Shachi, one of the Resistance leaders, was against Swank’s methods and was planning to overthrow him, alongside Dominic Fulltank and Yoshiko. However, after Swank nearly went too far on something (maybe having a hand in the NDA blowing up or something), Yoshiko decides to take action and kill Swank herself. After she dies, Shachi is the one who gives the request that leads to motivate him to become the new Resistance Leader.

[merakiui]

Hi, mera! Lionfish anon here,, think tumblr gobbled up my previous attempts to send this, but 3rd time’s the charm!! :]

I read your alpha stalker Jade fic, and realized he reminds me of a video essay I watched recently, “The Horror of Having a Body” by Clark Elieson on YouTube (https://youtu.be/j0fucPpR1K0?si=mjtzEd58jT-aOQJh). The quote, “swapping bodily fluids like this clearly has some sexual undertone, albeit in a way that feels foreign to the act of sex itself” (18:38 - 18:46) reminds me of him, especially in DRU. While I’m not positive on how a sexual encounter between him and the reader would go, I don’t feel it would be sexual or arousing in the way many associate with the intimacy of the bedroom— instead, I imagine something closer to the concept of Jouissance discussed earlier in the video; something painful, overwhelming, and quite frankly traumatizing, yet so incredibly pleasurable, something you can’t get enough of no matter how much you hate it. He is an antagonizing pleasure, in my mind at least.

The main thing that made me think of this is alpha stalker Jade’s views on omegas, which led me to connecting him to the Bloodborne sections, of which are closely interlinked with sexuality and illness— things betwixt with the image of Jade I have in my mind. He’s a sick, twisted individual, apathetic to those he does not value, painted beautifully by yourself. “The love that is remorseless when he’s bruised and bloodied his knuckles,” he is remorseless, and if not for that ambrosial love he feels, it would (and has, with his original intent to leave you with the realization you’re in heat) apply to you too.

He’s an enigma (and I love him for it), one so accustomed to his mind; no matter the web he must build, the months he must haunt, he will sink his teeth into you eventually. He will make you his.

His want to be gentle and composed is very interesting to me though! The line, “Although maybe it’s his own voice confessing such saccharine phrases” draws out how one sided this is. Despite the act he puts on, he can’t help the declaration, like a subconscious part of him acknowledges that this might not be you, that you might not feel the same, even when so sexual and heat-drunk. Though, in the end, he claims you. He feels whole, every piece of him coming together in what I assume is an ethereal chorus, for you are paradisiacal and he has attained something seraphic.

My mind has been lost, thank you for letting me share! Lionfish, out!

:O !!!! how dare tumblr keep such a wonderful message from me omg!!!! Lionfish, I adore your analysis aaaaaa!!!!! (๑>ᴗ<๑)

Comparing Jade to an "antagonizing pleasure" is such a good way to describe him, especially in the context of DRU!!! He's something that you know is bad for you in every sense, but you can't help it. He's all you have in this dreadful, traumatizing situation. The corpse lying stiff and cold in the bathtub won't provide the comfort that he can give you, however basic it may be. Jade's care is merely obligation; he does it because he can't let you die or risk spoiling any of your parts, and if you wanted to be cruel with the comparison,,, in a way it's as if he's a farmer raising livestock. Sure, he cares enough to feed you and make sure you're comfortable, but it doesn't go beyond that (for now). Jade's feelings are so complex and he's forever difficult to read, but it is very interesting all the same! I won't spoil anything regarding the sex scenes in DRU, but I will say that you make such good points. It's definitely more of a jouissance.

Aaaaaa alpha stalker Jade!!! He's such a menace, so cold and remorseless... Had he not fallen in love (read: obsession), his apathy most definitely extends to you (and it did, as you noted how willing he was to leave the poor Reader when they are in a bind). I think Jade is so set in his ways in that fic, so accustomed to being an alpha and being around alphas. He doesn't go out of his way to seek out omegas, and he doesn't fully grasp the appeal until he's experiencing it with someone he adores (the reader).

I really do love this sort of Jade! He only opens his heart for a select few, and when he does love he loves to suffocating extremes. >_< he's willing to play such a long waiting game if what lies at the end of that is the sole thing he's been aiming for: you. And if not, he'll do everything within his power to make it so. He's so stubbornly attached. Even if some part of him knows your judgment is clouded with heat, he gets avaricious and claims you anyway. There's some complex scheme hidden within his intentions and choices to do what he does when he does, but you'll never know it. :)

Thank you for sharing such a lovely message, Lionfish!!!! :D I love reading your thoughts and ramblings!!! Jade is just so enigmatic. How can we not love him? orz

[jp-nichts]

Do you have a favorite mech design or type? Also, what's your feelings on the mech types where, like, portion of a cyborg or robot is disconnected from their other parts to be implanted into a mech?

Stars! There are so many good mechs out there how do I choose!? Ok Anon, I've typed and retyped this out multiple times now XD Gonna try breaking this down into sections.

PERFOMANCE: Generally, I love small and fast mechs! I tend to favor speed and agility over armor and firepower. I love seeing some spindly agile thing run circles around its larger, cumbersome counterparts.

ASTHETICS: If my work doesn't give it away, I like sleek looking mechs. Lots of curves and slopes. If it isn't human shaped even better! I'm a sucker for mech has revers jointed legs, or double jointed legs. One of the things I find appealing about mechs is that they gives the pilot a chance to slip into a form that is different and more powerful than their body typically is (this is also why I adore the magical girl genre). So the idea of a mech just looking like some tall dude in armor just feels a little uninspiring to me. Mess with the proportions! Give it inhuman legs! Throw some spikes and fins on there! Something! Anything that isn't a silhouette of a men's bathroom sign!

[bonus points if the mech is pretty and pink/purple]

MEDIA EXAMPLES: Ghost in the Shell: ABSOLUTLY ADORE the Tacomas. They are small and cute, and yeah. All the mechs in the show are great but I love the little spider tanks so much!

Lancer: I'm obsessed with the 1/2 sized mechs. The Dusk Wing, Kobold in particularly. If the Black Witch or Nelson was a 1/2 sized they would be perfect to me!

Bubblegum Crisis: With my love for 1/2 sized mechs, it should be no surprise I like the Hard Suits from this show. They are more humanoid looking, but they are sleek AF! Armored Core 6: No mater how many times I go into AC6 to try a make a new build, I always come back to the Nachtreiher parts. They look great and perform just about where I want them to! Titanfall 2: I'm sorry Legion or Scorch mains, but I wont touch either. They are just too slow for me. The rest of the lineup I enjoy each for their own reasons. Mechwarrior/BattleTech: The Timber Wolf/Mad Cat is a fav when it come to more tank like mechs! I love it's look with the revers legs and strong silhouette. I like that it isn't dirt slow for a heavy, while still having decent firepower and survivability. In MW and BT I really wish it was viable to just grief assault mechs with a light mechs and not die halfway through a mission (maybe I just need to get good or whatever). I don't have a lot of experience with the tabletop, but the video games tend to favor you using larger and larger mechs as the game progresses. So I love that the Timber Wolf can still go toe to toe with assault mechs. Some notable mentions for the Cougar, Kit Fox, and my meme machine the Urbie!

As for a cyborg or robot being imbedded into a mech, HELL YEAH! Let those robots swap out into a mech the way a person might swap out their glasses for sunglasses (⌐□ᴗ□)

[sehtoast]

What inspired your oc?

what inspired Ben?

that’s a hell of a rabbit hole, but lemme give it a crack. hope you're ready to read a whole book lol :

so, for starters, i’ve always been a spider-man kid for as long as I can remember.  I’m not sure what my first introduction to spidey would’ve been, but i’d bet it was either the 90s animated series or tobey maguire’s spider-man movies.  The first maguire movie came out when i was 2, but i’m positive i saw it super young because i don’t remember a time where i didn’t absolutely fucking adore spidey. Some of my strongest memories are actually of ‘wall crawling’ up my grandma’s brick sidewalk and running around her yard like i was swinging from a web.  I had the toys, the pajama suit, the string-can webshooters, plastic masks, played all the games growing up, etc etc. Spider-man stuff is just like, idk INGRAINED in me. He’s what i wanted to be- and, honestly, i still dream of swinging from a web.

Now, that said: Ben.

Ben started as a x reader concept. I’d never written fics before stumbling onto homelander, but i ended up finally snapping one day and giving it a shot for two reasons.  a) blindmagdalena inspired me to write and b) i wanted to finally see some form of trans rep for fanfics, particularly for transmasculine people.  I have my brain trained so strictly to swap pronouns, gendered terms, and even body part names that it actually affects my reading outside of fics, too. Which isn’t necessarily good, but it just goes to show how little is out there for us (fic is usually always skewed toward fem readers- which isn’t a bad thing! It just makes it hard for transmasc folks to indulge sometimes).  But yeah, i really fucking wanted to finally put something out there for us.

But, this fella had to have powers right?  Tender Threads was the start of my writing adventures and i was adamant that it would follow a supe!reader.  And what powers would i want if i were a supe? Spider powers, of course!  Initially i was really insecure about doing this because webweaver already exists in the boys comics and i felt like a copycat.  I couldn’t even figure out a better spidery hero name than spider-man, so i said fuck it and went with it.  Of course, months later across the spider-verse came out and validated me putting a spider-man in another universe, but that’s besides the point lol.

The more i wrote this x transmasc!reader concept, the more and more i could see Ben in my head.  He started off as a concept and just… grew?  I picked his name because i really like ben reilly as spidey and i figure there’s gotta be another spider-man out there named benjamin, right? They can’t all be variants of peter and the more major characters. Funny enough, he was almost a Bennett.  Anyway, i imagined him quite similar to peter parker in the ultimate spider-man comic line, but he’s steadily grown to have his own appearance, especially once i went out looking for a face claim for him and found froy gutierrez.  Now, he looks like a ~2018 era froy!  Funny how ocs grow and change.

I decided that i wanted him to have powers more along the lines of Miles Morales in the insomniac games (bc i fucking ADORE miles and i think his bioelectricity is SO FUCKING COOL). So, i picked that. Kept the organic webbing bc that made sense to me. 

Also, it  wasn’t even a thought in my head of whether or not to carry over the aspect of being trans for ben.

His suit design was heavily inspired by the unbreakable spider-man suit by @ vaughanilla_cosplays on instagram, but i’m still working on building a design that is truly ben’s.

From there, i thought of him in terms of what my ideal spider-man would be like. This part i actually struggled with until i stumbled across this video of Peter Cullen about the day he auditioned for optimus prime (hopefully the time start works, otherwise it's at 1:38-2:10).  Those words hit me first, like, as a person, and i find them influencing me in my day to day life, surprisingly.  But then i realized, that’s what i want for ben.  If ben was going to be a hero, he was going to be a real hero.  Benjamin would be strong enough to be gentle.  Even being a character destined to love a man who is anything but, Ben would be strong enough to be gentle.

Above everything else, Benjamin is gentle.

And from there, he grew.  He grew and grew and grew, and now he’s actually very precious to me.  Ben is my spider-man, more than any iteration ever. When i think of spidey, i think of Ben.

But yeah. I guess ben was ultimately inspired by my love for spider-man meeting my love for the boys. Just, one day an egg appeared, you know?

Anyway, thank you so much for this ask. I fucking LOVE talking about my lil benny-boo 

[tatakaebomb]

Never gonna lose you

ꕥ Pairing : Ex Jean x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : Seems like your now taken ex still cant seem to get enough of you, the riskier the behaviour the funner the sex

ꕥ A/N : Just a jean one shot because I feel you guys deserve more content. Gonna do more NC fics and one shots too hopefully more HC too.

ꕥ Word count : 0.7k

ꕥ TW : Cheating, deception, mentions of sex toys, cam sex, nude photos, nudity, sex, smut, fingering, finger sucking, creaming, vulgar language, infatuation, perverted thoughts, quickie, slight mentions of oral, toxic ex relationship, 18+

‘Fuck-‘

-Mmm yeah’ you whine, legs wrapping over the base of his hips as he hikes you up on top of the table. Fingers rapidly reaching to undo your buttons and throw your blouse on the floor.

‘I’ve been thinking of you all fucking day, do ya know how hard your pictures have been getting me? Hm? Do ya?!’ His hand greedily grabbed the flesh of your ass, gripping it between his digits. Tongue and mouth latched onto yours, his cock rubbing harshly onto your clothed cunt.

-

You were so naughty earlier, knowing jean was out with his new girlfriend all day. You couldnt get your hands off him, so desirable to his lips. The taste of you from so many years ago still lingered on his tongue every time he kissed her, every time he fucked her he imagined it was you he was fucking - you he was treating you right again.

The fiesty videos of you spread out for him, head swung back in ectasty as you pushed the dildo deep inside of you. The one that exactly measured jeans cock, the false veins striped from the balls and your cum coating it, drooling straight down onto your hands. Moans and grunts escaping your lips, glints back to the camera where you knew jean would be watching whilst he was out. Where you knew he would be doing his hardest to keep his erection to himself.

-

‘Missed you baby…’ you coo’ed, pretty eyes dazing your into his.

He was so adored by your face, he cant believe he’s stopped himself for so long. 3 years you’ve been apart and every single day he’s been away from you, the more he’s craved for you. For your touch, your feeling. Nothing ever compared to you. All the photos and texts sent to each other in a build up was just a tease for how good you actually felt. How excited you both get for the lingering scent of one another every time you fuck.

‘Gn’ fuck you so good. Ya want that hm? Me to fuck you how I used to?’

A nod to your head had him go feral, his saliva and drool conjoining on your tongue as you rubbed yourself on top of his kitchen counter. The one his new girlfriend uses to prepare their dinner, the one his new girlfriend had built in specifically for their new home together. The one where his old girlfriend got relentlessly fucked for a year straight while she wasn’t home.

His digits darted inside your pussy, rubbing your clit harshly as you rolled your hips off his wrist, arms wrapped round his neck and tits pushed against his chest. Breathless gasps escaping you every time that g spot was hit. Pupils diluting, lip getting bit, head rolled onto his shoulder. Your lips pecking into his neck weakly, moans sending vibrations through his body and directly towards his erect cock.

‘So good mm…’ you mumble. Sweet elicited noises escaping your parted, swollen lips.

‘So wet f’ me…’

The more you grinded into him the closer you felt yourself edge to your release. Stomach knotted and bra covered tits rubbing against him. Body doing everything it could to achieve what you desperately craved, what you’ve longed for this entire day.

‘M’ Gn’ cum…’

‘Yeah? Go for it baby..’

Almost on command you squirted onto him, your slick lathered onto him. Cum white and thick, how he loves it to be. Your fucked out body slumped on him, head tilted to meet his as he pushed his fingers into his mouth. Swirled tongue lapping up the sweet taste of you. Your core throbbing at the sight of him delving into every part of him. A soft whine leaving your throat as soon as he leaned back into kiss you. Swaps of liquid and cum feeling so good against your dried throat.

‘Wanna put that pretty mouth to use hm?’ Thumb dragging against the tip of your puffy lips. Your lip bite and Keenly behaviour was enough to show him how horny you were right now.

That was until-

‘Jean?!’

[fruitcoops]

i would love to read coops doing one of those lie detector youtube videos!!

This was such a fun fic to research! I highly recommend watching the Try Guys Lie Detector videos if you'd like some context. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

“Why are there so many of these?” Remus muttered, shaking his hand around. A series of multicolored wires smacked the table and Marlene rolled her eyes as she passed. “Sorry.”

“Welcome back to Lion Pride!” Sirius said as he turned to the camera with a smile. “I’m Sirius Black, and I’m here today with my husband, Remus Lupin, to get some answers.”

“We are also joined by Mark, who is an expert at reading polygraphs,” Remus added.

A middle-aged man in a blue shirt raised his hand in a slight wave. “Thanks for having me. Since you’re already hooked up, you’ll be going first. This machine measures your sweat, your heart rate, and a couple other common tells for liars. Do you lie often?”

Remus hesitated; Sirius hid a smile in his hand. “No, since I suck at lying, but I’ll do it if it makes somebody feel better. I think I’m pretty good at that.”

They stared at the polygraph for a moment before Mark nodded. “Checks out. Take it away, Sirius.”

Sirius cleared his throat and took a notecard from his stack. “Was going to college worth it?”

“Yes,” Remus answered almost immediately. “I don’t know what I would have done without getting my degree and staying close to hockey. Wouldn’t have met you, for one.”

“True,” Mark said without looking up.

“Do you like my playoff beard?”

“I do, yeah.” Mark raised his eyebrows and Remus pressed his lips together. “Okay, sometimes it’s a little much, but you’re pretty good about keeping things under control.”

“Alright,” Sirius said with playful skepticism. “Good to know. Who’s your favorite Lion?”

“Besides you? Talker.”

“Yeah, we don’t need a polygraph to know that,” Sirius laughed when Mark nodded. “Did you like my last haircut?”

“Oh, fuck,” Remus said under his breath, looking away.

“I knew it.”

“It wasn’t bad—”

“He’s lying,” Mark interrupted.

Remus turned to him with betrayal written all over his expression. “Dude!”

“You are.”

“Answer the question, Loops,” Sirius said, leaning back in his chair. “How did you feel about my last haircut?”

He bit his lower lip. “It was a little too short and really threw me off for a couple days. But you didn’t like it, either.”

“I didn’t,” Sirius agreed, grinning. “But I vividly remember several ‘no, honey, you look great’ conversations.”

“Next question,” Remus sighed.

“Ha! This one is self-explanatory. Have you ever lied to me?”

“Yes, but only when I knew it would make you feel better.”

“True,” Mark confirmed.

“Do you think you’re a better dog owner than me?”

Remus thought for a moment. “No.”

“True.”

“Do you think I’m a better dog owner than you?” Sirius asked.

“No. I think we balance each other well, and we wouldn’t be as good apart.”

“True again.”

“Interesting.” Sirius surveyed the cards. “Do you trust me?”

“A hundred percent,” Remus answered without hesitation. Mark nodded.

“Do you think I would be a good dad?”

He rested his chin on his hand, then smiled a little. “I do, yeah. I think you know what to do and what notto do, and you’re very protective without being controlling. So, yeah. You’d be a good dad.”

Mark glanced over. “He’s telling the truth.”

Sirius leaned across the table and kissed Remus on the cheek. “Merci. Oh, this’ll be fun. Is any of our relationship just for show, especially on Lion Pride?”

Remus narrowed his eyes with a hum. “Yes and no.”

“Pick one,” Mark said.

“In a general sense? Yeah, sure. We’re not perfect all the time, but we pretend to be. The specifics stay honest, though. None of our relationship is based on building clout. We keep the core genuine.”

The polygraph beeped for a moment. “He’s telling the truth.”

“This one is super morbid. Ready?” Sirius rested his elbows on the table. “You are Spiderman, and you’re holding two trolleys over a lake. One holds me, and one holds Jules. Which one do you drop?”

“I love you, but I would absolutely drop you,” Remus said after only a brief period of thought.

“Oh, thank god,” Sirius huffed. “I would be so upset if it was the other way around.”

“Right? I love you more than anything, but it’s Jules.”

Remus turned to Mark, who shrugged. “True.”

“Do you think we live together well?” Sirius asked.

“After a full year of it?” Remus laughed. “Yeah, I do.”

“True.”

Sirius checked the list and his eyebrows rose. “You’re going to hate this one.”

“Am I?”

“What do you really think about my parents?”

Remus’ smile turned thin and Sirius spread his hands in a see? motion. He was quiet for a few seconds, then ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I’m allowed to use those words on this channel. Um, I don’t like them.”

Mark snorted. “Very true.”

“Last one,” Sirius warned, though his eyes crinkled happily at the edges. “Do you know how much I love you?”

“That’s cute,” Remus said. “And…yeah. I think I do.”

“Wrong,” Sirius said before Mark could answer. “You have absolutely no idea.”

“Sap,” Remus scoffed. His cheeks were pink, and he pressed a quick kiss to Sirius’ temple while they swapped chairs.

“He was telling the truth,” Mark informed them as he helped Remus untangle his arm and hand, then transferred the devices to Sirius. “Though I am interested to see the flipside. Do you lie often?”

“Not anymore. I’m pretty good at it, though.”

“First one: have you ever had a crush on one of your teammates?”

“Oh, for sure,” Sirius said with a light laugh. “I never did anything about it, but I was the king of pining for a solid decade.”

“True,” Mark affirmed.

Remus cocked an eyebrow. “Who is the handsomest Lion?”

Sirius bit his lip, making a thoughtful noise. “That’s a tough one. I’m assuming a player other than you?”

“Yes.”

“In that case…I think Dumo is the classic definition of ‘handsome’ even though he is so not my type, but Kasey might be the most attractive.”

“Not Pots?” Remus teased. Sirius pulled a face and flicked him on the arm.

“He’s being honest,” Mark said.

“Do you think you’re the best player on the team?”

“…no.”

“He’s lying.”

“Shit.” Sirius sighed heavily as Remus looked at him over the edge of his notecard. “Look, it’s—it’s not an ego thing.”

“It’s the captain thing, isn’t it?” Remus sounded quite amused.

“Yeah,” Sirius said, defeated. “It’s stupid, I know.”

Mark nodded. “He’s telling the truth.”

“Oh, another parent one,” Remus remarked. “Did my parents scare you?”

“Not really.”

Mark furrowed his brows. “You’re right in the middle.”

“Huh.” He thought for a few seconds. “I think seeing you all together was a lot like meeting Dumo’s family the first time. You’re just so…normal. And you genuinely like each other. So I wasn’t scared, but it was definitely an adjustment.”

“He’s telling the truth.”

Remus nodded. “Yeah, they adore you. I’m glad we didn’t chase you off, though. Does it really bother you that I leave my socks around the house?”

Sirius pressed his lips together as several people off-screen began to laugh. “I can’t answer that.”

“See, that’s all the answer I need.”

“Fine. Yes, but only because I don’t know where you get them from. You don’t actually own that many socks, and I still find them every-fucking-where.”

“True,” Mark said.

“I’ll try to keep a better eye on things,” Remus assured him, smiling. “You are Spiderman, and you’re holding two trolleys over a lake. One holds me, and one holds James. Which one do you drop?”

“Goddammit,” Sirius muttered, tilting his head back. He thought for a long, long moment. “I can’t answer that.”

The polygraph buzzed. “False.”

Sirius shook his head. “Neither of you. I wouldn’t drop either.”

Mark raised his eyebrows. “True.”

“On a much lighter note,” Remus said with a cough. “Which of us is lazier?”

“Me.”

“True.”

“Really?” Remus gave him a baffled look. “You work so hard all the time.”

Sirius shrugged. “Agree to disagree?”

“Fine, but I hope you know taking time for yourself doesn’t mean you’re lazy.” He shuffled through the cards. “Oh, this’ll be very interesting. Do you think I talk too much?”

“No.”

“True.”

Remus sat back in his chair, a pleased blush coloring his cheeks. “Wasn’t expecting that. Good answer, I love you. Do you think we’ll get divorced someday?”

“Oh, god, no.” Sirius’ previous self-satisfaction turned to revulsion. “I don’t even want to think about that.”

“True,” Mark said again. “For someone who said he was good at lying, you’re very honest.”

“No point in lying with that thing around, is there?”

Remus shrugged. “Saves time, for sure. Have you kissed any of our friends?”

“Yeah,” he snorted.

To his credit, Mark didn’t even let a smile slip through. “True.”

“Do you enjoy getting stopped in public by fans?”

“Fans, yes. Ex-fans who take it upon themselves to explain why I shouldn’t be gay, no.” He paused, then shook his head with a smile. “I’m not good at talking to people, but I do like it when people say hello. It’s cool.”

“True.”

Remus raised his notecards. “Two left, and the first one is hella morbid.”

“Hella,” Sirius murmured, earning himself a teasing glare.

“Watch it. If I died, how long would you wait to get remarried?”

The playfulness dropped away. “What?”

“If I died, how long would you wait to get remarried?” Remus repeated.

Sirius looked horrified by the very thought. “I wouldn’t.”

“True,” Mark said, seemingly uncaring about the alarm on Sirius’ face.

“Even if it happened tomorrow?”

“First of all, thanks for my new nightmare. Second, no. I wouldn’t get married again.” He kissed Remus’ forehead gently. “Let’s not test that, though. Like ever.”

“Deal. Ready for the last one?”

“As long as nobody else is in danger of death.”

“I dunno, it’s a tough one.” Remus gave him a solemn look across the table. “I need you to be really honest with me on this one. Do you think you have better hair?”

Sirius blinked at him, then burst out laughing. Even Mark’s lips twitched into a suppressed smile. “Oh my god.”

“What’s so funny?” Remus asked, completely poker-faced. “This is important, honey. I’m really counting on you to be genuine with me here—”

“You can’t even—” Sirius broke off again and gestured to Remus’ face, which turned steadily pinker as he bit down a grin. “You can’t even keep a straight face.”

“My face is the only straight thing about me. You know this. Answer the question.”

“He’s trying so hard,” Sirius managed as he looked to the camera. “So hard, mon dieu.”

“Shit,” Remus muttered as he finally gave in and hid his laughter in the crook of his elbow. “We were doing so well until now! It’s the last question, just answer it!”

Sirius wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and nodded. “I do think I have better hair, but I love yours, too.”

Mark chuckled. “True.”

“It would help if you finally got a haircut that was different from the one you’ve had since you were thirteen.”

Remus closed his eyes, sighing. “Y’know, exposing my haircut choices for the entire internet to mock really wasn’t how I planned this day going.”

“Isn’t that the point of this whole video?”

“Mark, I’m not sure if we owe you an apology or not, but thank you for putting up with us.” Remus turned back to the camera with an easy smile. “Thanks for joining us today, everyone. Make sure to like and subscribe to Lion Pride for more videos like this!”

[feartheoldblog]

hehe heloooo, for the soulsborne ask 2. 7. and 14 hehe

2. Do you have a favourite NPC?

I have soooooo many favourites that I don’t know where to begin so I’ll make it a bit easier on myself and do it on a game-by-game basis (excluding bosses that were friendly NPCs before the fight):

Dark Souls 3: I loved Irina of Carim. You don’t see too much of her because she’s hidden away at Firelink for the large majority of her quest but I always felt fairly sympathetic for her. Why was she really sent to Lothric? I know she was meant to become a Firekeeper but that never really sat right with me. Eygon’s (rightfully) pissed and despises her so I’m super curious to know what she did (if anything) to get sent there and why…

Elden Ring: Rya. I would die for her, 10/10 best NPC in ER. I loved her quirky stance and odd dialogue when I bumped into her in Liurnia and was pleasantly surprised to actually find her at Volcano Manor. I was even more surprised to see her in the form of a friendly giant snake. That only made her more endearing, however.

Bloodborne: I’d have to say my favourite is Eileen. I don’t talk about her nearly as much as I should but she’s amazing. A badass older lady that hunts hunters with one of the best transforming weapons? What’s not to like? Apart from the ending to her questline, of course. Whichever way it ends… (*sob*).

9. What are your three favourite weapons and why?

1) Farron Greatsword. It’s definitely my favourite weapon of all time. It’s a huge greatsword yet feels so light when you use its moveset. The way you dig the parrying dagger into the ground to do the big swirl then the overheard slam… so satisfying to just mess around with. On top of that the parrying dagger is fairly useful- I’m just shite at parrying so never end up using it.

2) Burial Blade. It’s such a satisfying weapon to use, particularly transforming it (yes I do spam it occasional bc the sound and animation is perfect skshshwhw). The lore surrounding it is great which also helps given that my favourite character is its original wielder. I adore the transformed backstep attack where you pull the target closer towards you. It’s totally different to anything I’ve ever experienced in a video game. It feels pretty satisfying using it on an enemy after you got destroyed with it in a boss fight.

It took me a while to decide on this one (literally everything in Bloodborne came to mind):

3) Blasphemous Blade. I adore this sword. As soon as I found it I swapped to strength/faith from my original dex build (immediately more viable imo). It’s L2 special attack is deadly with the right stats and scenario (destroyed a bunch of Cleanrot knights and player invaders with it). I ended up twin wielding BBs for a while. The little squirmy limbs only make it more endearing… maybe.

32. Who is your favourite Lord? 

I’m stuck between Gravelord Nito and the Twin Princes. I adore the former’s boss theme and design (fuck the boss room), his general vibe as well. The Twins’ fight is amazing and the lore is extremely tragic. I love the dialogue, particularly the line after you defeat them.

[chandelier-s-notebook]

One afternoon five year old Tommy asks if his friends could have a watch party at Phil’s the next day. “Please please please! The Blade is going to be in a big tournament run by Lake!”

“The Blade,” Wilbur teases. “Some days it seems like you love him more than us some days.”

“Never!” Tommy shot a distraught look a Wilbur. “Please please please!”

Phil laughed. “How many friends?”

“The whole gang.”

“How many Tommy’s do I need to feed?”

“Just one!” He smiled. “And eight friends.”

“Well I’m not staying then. One Tommy is enough.”

“You love me!”

“Do not!”

“Do to!”

Wilbur stuck out his tongue at Tommy. “Minecraft Monday right?”

“Yeah!”

“I’m gonna go watch it at the Soots’ if you don’t mind. We’re going to cheer on Schlatt.”

“Schlatt’s in it?” Tommy wore the most adorable conflicted facial features.

“Awww. Tommy.” Wilbur brought Tommy in for a hug. “You watch your beloved Blade. Schlatt can tell you about it next time you come to MineVille.”

“Okay!” He batted Wilbur off of him. “I’m ready to go to Hypixel now!”

Phil laughed. He once again wondered if it was save to just let his five year old son run around Hypixel where there was nothing stopping from playing the same dangerous games as the Blade. He wondered if he should really be letting his ten year old son play with the type of kid to get invited to Minecraft Monday with the Blade. Oh well, too late to change. Besides, both of his sons have never come back home hurt.

Both MineVille and Hypixel were infinite life servers. None of that three important cannon death stuff. So they could always return to the server no matter what and they were never hurt.

After dropping his kids off, he reopened the book he had gotten in the mail. “Minecraft Monday.” He had declined the invitation but if both of his sons were excited about it, then maybe he’d have to reconsider.

Of course, it seemed that neither of his boys would be watching his perspective nor cheering him on, but they might get a kick out of seeing him in the background.

Other problem, should be really be leaving nine Tommy aged kids alone in his house? Absolutely; live life on the edge.

- - -

Wilbur ran off to meet up with Connor before stepping through the MineVille portal to prepare to watch the event with the Soots.

Phil went in with Tommy to pick up his friends. He’d met Tommy’s friends before, none of them lived in Hypixel and sometimes they’d run into each other in the Hall.

Phil followed Tommy around the Hub Server to the designated meeting spot: Hub 1 in the TNT Games Lobby. They played around in TNT run while waiting for Tommy’s friends to arrive. One by one they all arrived; Jack, Cyber and Badlinu, Tubbo, Rudy, Bitzel and Deo, and Luke.

“You’re parents are all chill with this right? I don’t think I’ve met all of them yet.”

“Yes Mr. Tommy’s Dad,” Tubbo said for the crowd. “My Homeworld is 2B2T so my parents don’t really care.”

Deo lightly jabbed the other boy in the side. “Bad example. We want to be reinvited.”

“What! I’m just being honest!”

“It’s fine,” Phil soothed the jokey tension. “Just making sure I’m not kidnapping anyone.”

“We are kidnapping someone. You!” Tommy grabbed Phil’s arm and started to run towards the portal.

“Tommy!” Phil tripped over himself a few steps but he was eventually running along with the kids. He must look crazy. It was fine. He loved his boy. Boys, but Wilbur wasn’t here right this very second.

- - -

Phil was impressed with the technology used. Lake had gotten some really good engineers working on his show. All of the competitors seemed to be outfitted with a camera on their person that’s connected to a live video feed, so anyone from any world could watch their favourte competitor.

Going in, the Blade seemed to be the favourite to win. That was a given given the audience on Phil’s couch, but some of the other competitors seemed to think that as well.

The ten of them watched the Blade’s perspective on the big screen TV. Phil kept Schlatt’s feed open on his handheld just to keep an eye on him, and gauge how Wilbur would be feeling when he got home the next day.

Over the course of four hours Phil got more and more invested in the Blade. He watched this guy tear down the competition all the while making jokes with his teammate. Like it was nothing. Like he was having fun. Like he was simply running around with his friend on the play ground.

Phil watched the Blade’s team intersect with Schlatt’s team near the end of one of the rounds. He looked to his handheld, and saw pink. This man, this killer, this winner, was a piglin. No wonder killing seemed second nature. He slashed through Schlatt in two hits.

Comm from Wilbur “This Blade guy is good.” and “No wonder Tommy likes him so much.”

- - -

Phil is in the roaster the second week of Minecraft Monday. He’s a little on the older side of the competitors at 27, but he’s put with Jerome, someone as old as he. The two mingle and bond. They get to know each other, they play off each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

Well. Not yet. But they’ll get teamed together for weeks to come and they’ll learn.

He knows that his sons are watching; Wilbur over at the Soot’s in MineVille and Tommy with his buds in his kitchen.  He left his girlfriend Kristen to watch over the kids. He hopes that both she doesn’t strangle them and that they don’t send her running for the hills.

Phil spends a few minutes catching up with Schlatt, wishing him well.

He doesn’t get close to the Blade. Jerome doesn’t seem to care for him and Phil doesn’t want to make a bad first impression.

In his first encounter with the Blade he expects to know what’s going on. He’s heard plenty from Tommy and watched the first week, and he’s not a bad fighter himself. He doesn’t stand a chance against the piglin. He gives it his all, going down swinging.

He laughs as he gets teleported out of the game. He sends a comm to Tommy “Dishes for a week if I ever take him down.”

“Deal.”

Techno wins the whole show again.

Phil goes over to congratulate the piglin on his victory. The Blade tells him that he fought well.

 Tommy doesn’t shut up about that encounter all week.

- - -

Phil continues to compete week after week; getting a feel or Jerome’s play style. They become a solid team.

He also watches the Blade. He says it’s to stake out the competition. Really it’s to make sure that Tommy is picking a good role model to look up to. And maybe to learn a few things along the way.

The week that the Blade and Schlatt are teamed together and win is a very loud one for Phil.

- - -

Two weeks after that, Wilbur gets letter in the mail asking him to play in Minecraft Monday. His new friend Jack Sucks wanted to team.

He looks up at his father expectantly. Tommy is bouncing on his toes, excited for Wilbur. His older brother, in Minecraft Monday with the Blade!

“How old are you again?”

“Ten.”

“They really don’t have a minimum age on this event do they?” He puts his face in his hands. He can’t say no to his kids.

- - -

Two weeks later, Phil gets a letter in the mail regarding the next event. “You’ll be teamed with Technoblade.” He doesn’t tell Tommy.

 Phil arrives at the Lobby for the event. He gets is camera and his team placement. He, like many others, is here early and there’s still time before he needs to hook up the camera to the live feed.

“Hello Philza.”

He turns. “Technoblade.” He extends his hand for a shake.

“Techno please.”

“Phil then.”

“That works. I hope you don’t mind the teammate swap. They’ve been carting me around every week and they let me pick this time.”

“And you chose me?”

“You’re good. And cool. And I’ve heard of you before.”

“You’ve heard of me?” Phil found that hard to believe.

“Of course; you’re the hardcore guy. Working away on his world on one life for years.”

Phil blanched. “It’s nothing special.”

“As someone who neva dies and kills so very often, yes it is.”

“Oh. Well. I’ve heard about you as well.”

“Good things I hope.”

“The best things.”

 They decimate. They win by a landslide.

Phil decides that he likes this guy. They exchange comms information, and promise to stay in touch.

After the feeds turn off of course. Tommy would freak and die on the spot if he heard that interaction. Wilbur almost did, bounding up to Phil with his eleventh place ribbon in hand. He managed to keep his cool and give off a good first impression.

He teased Tommy about the conversation all week.

 Phil and Wilbur teamed the next week. They played a little game of hide and seek in the Lobby with Technoblade and Connor while they waited for the event to start.

 The week after that Wilbur got to team with Techno. Phil felt it was safe to leave his son with the piglin. He was capable, and he’d keep Wilbur out of too much trouble.

- - -

Tommy and his friends barraged Phil and Wilbur, begging to know what the Blade was like; some more than others. But once the boys were all gone, and Kristen had left back to her homeworld, and it was quiet.

Wilbur told Tommy was Technoblade was really like. How he looked out for his teammates, even when they were weaker and generally bringing down his efficiency. How he was actually just a chill dude.

Phil told Tommy about how cool it was to watch him fight up close. How you could see hoe effortlessly he used any weapon the games bestowed upon him.

They told that to little Tommy and little Tommy only. They told him how he was more than the legends said. How he was a person. How he told Phil he could call him Techno.

 As sat on the couch, his boys asleep beside him he wondered. How old was Techno? He had to be old enough to do all those things Tommy had told him about. But he still must have been pretty young if he was still as dexterous as he was. Twenty-three maybe, that sounded right. He had the build and voice for twenty-three. Maybe he’d ask one day.

The question never seemed to come to mind whenever Techno was around.

[dimitrescus-bitch]

Setup (Amy Mitchell x Reader)

You didn’t like having to move in order for your daughter to go to a new school. Everything about the situation was complete bullshit. You hadn’t been with your daughter’s father in years. He’d been completely out of both your lives until his campaign for mayor, where he used your sexuality as part of his “I’m accepting” apology after a video of him being a dickhead was released. Nobody in the community had really known that you were a lesbian until then (unless they were one of the moms you’d slept with) and your sweet little girl was bullied out of her school. 

“I don’t wanna go!” Heather cried as she held onto your leg. It wasn’t going to be easy, getting her to go back to school. You knew it wasn’t, but you promised her this school would be different for the both of you. You pried her arms off of you and knelt down in front of her. 

“Heather, sweetie, you have to go to school. Just like I have to go to work. I promise that I’ll be here to pick you up on time. If you’re good today, we can go out for ice cream little lady,” you promised her. Heather perked up a little at the thought of ice cream. Before, you’d always worked long hours and normally she walked home with some kids to the neighbor’s or your mother’s. 

“Will you walk me to my class?” Heather asked you. You stood up and offered her your hand to hold. 

“Of course I will. It’s pretty scary going to a new school,” you told her. You understood more than anybody, you’d switch schools at least once a year growing up. It was partially that you’d grown up in a military family and partially that you’d always had some trouble assimilating. You dropped Heather off at her classroom and gave her a hug goodbye. “Remember, good day, ice cream.” 

“Good day, ice cream,” Heather repeated back to you, doing the same finger guns you’d given her. You turned around and started walking out of the school when you heard someone say something to you. 

“She’s absolutely adorable.” You turned to see a very friendly looking woman. “Hi, I’m Kiki. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.” 

“We’re new. I’m Y/n, and thank you. It’s her first day here, she’s pretty nervous,” you said and Kiki nodded. 

“Well, if you’re free one weekend, my friends and I like to go out and get some drinks,” she offered. 

“Thank you, I’ll have to check, but that sounds nice,” you told her. The two of you swapped numbers and you rushed off to work. 

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“Mommy!” Heather exclaimed as she ran towards you. It had been a long time since you’d seen your daughter that happy after getting out of school. You scooped her up and carried her across the crosswalk and to the parking lot. “I was super duper good. Does this mean we can get ice cream?” 

“Ice cream, and since you were super duper good, I’m thinking we can work out a deal to get those rainbow sprinkles.” Heather smiled even brighter and you set her down. “How do you like this new school sweetie?” 

“Good, they’re nice here,” Heather told you. You put Heather’s backpack in the car and then helped her with her seatbelt. The two of you got ice cream and then Heather gave you the flyer for the PTA meeting that was on Thursday. “Is Grandma gonna come watch me when you go?” 

“I’ll see. If she can’t, I’ll find a good babysitter,” you promised your daughter. 

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Thursday came faster than you expected, but Kiki helped you to find someone to watch your kids. It was the daughter of one of the other women going to drinks with you on Saturday. Just so you could kind of vet the woman, Kiki invited you to a lunch with the three of them. 

“Hi, sorry I’m late,” you said as you slid into your seat. “Um, I’m Y/n.” 

“Hi, I’m Amy, and you’re fine,” Amy introduced herself. Next to Amy was Carla, who reminded you of a woman you’d once hooked up with in college. You fell into an easy conversation with Amy, who found your work pretty interesting. You trusted Amy, so you assumed that her daughter was also trustworthy. After school on Thursday, you took Heather over to Amy’s so that she could meet the girl who’d be babysitting her. 

“I swear that she’s normally a lot more shy than she is now,” you said as you watched Heather playing in the yard with Amy’s daughter. “It’s nice to see things going back to how they’d been before.” 

“Before?” Amy asked and you nodded. 

“Heather’s father and I are very different people. He wanted certain things for her like Catholic school and since he paid for it, I let him enroll her. Well, he wanted to run for mayor, but something happened during his campaign and to prove how tolerant he was, he outed me as a lesbian to the community,” you explained. “It wasn’t just the kids who were terrible to Heather, it was the teachers and the parents too. Thatcher wanted her to finish the school year there though and wouldn’t let me unenroll her.” 

“That’s awful,” Amy said as she glanced at your daughter playing outside. “I’m really sorry that the two of you had to go through that.” 

“She’s happy here now, and we haven’t even been here a week. She’s telling me about her friends, and that there’s another little boy with two mommies,” you said with a small smile. “I’m just hoping she doesn’t start asking where her other mommy is.” 

“Is there another mom in her life?” Amy asked and you shook your head. “That’s hard to believe.” 

I guess some people are thrown off by the kid.” 

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A few months went by and you’d gotten pretty close with the other moms, especially Amy. The two of you spent the most time alone together. Whenever you went out drinking with them, you’d always stay over at Amy’s. For awhile, you’d slept on her couch, but then one night, you started sleeping in her bed with her. Heather normally stayed at Amy’s house with Amy’s daughter watching her or at your mother’s if it was a Friday or Saturday night. 

“Ah, just the hot lesbian I was looking for,” Carla said as she got out of her car. Today was one of your days off, so you were going to get something special for Heather. “I think I got you a date.” 

“I’m not looking to date right now, but thanks anyways,” you told Carla. She sighed and boxed you in against the door of your car. “You’re getting a little close.” 

“I can get closer, but I’m not who your date is with. Come on, you obviously like her and she likes you. She’s hot and isn’t all the craze about MILFs these days?” You stifled a laugh at Carla’s question. “Anyways, just go here and enjoy yourself. Oh, and wear that blue shirt that Amy likes with a couple of the buttons undone.” 

“Specific, but okay I guess,” you said and Carla gave your ass a pat before she left you alone. You got a text as you were getting groceries of the time and place of your date. 

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“Y/n?” You froze at the sound of Amy’s voice. For a moment, you were sure you were mistaken, but then you saw her sitting at one of the tall tables near the bar. “I take it that you’re my date tonight. I was told to look for a blue shirt by Kiki.” 

“Carla said to wear the blue shirt, sans a few buttons,” you said as you took a seat. “So, I guess we’re on a date.” 

“It doesn’t have to be a date. I know that your focus isn’t on a relationship right now,” Amy told you. “It’s hard to build new ones when you’ve got kids to worry about.” 

“I mean, you understand, so it should be easier for us, right?” you reasoned. Amy pursed her lips as she mulled over your words before nodding in agreement. “Then I see no reason why we can’t enjoy this date.” 

“Do you even actually like me?” Amy asked you curiously. 

“Of course I do. The question is, do you like me?” you asked and Amy nodded. 

“Pretty sure I’ve made that clear several times.” 

“Hey, I tend to disregard statements made while one is drunk. It’s more fair that way. There’s a not a lot of first date stuff to talk about,” you noted as you searched for a question. 

“We skip the small talk, skip the drinks, and take a walk?” Amy suggested. 

“I’d like that, I swear I saw Carla when I walked in,” you said and Amy slid out of her seat. The two of you joined hands as you walked outside and along the sidewalk. “I love the city. It’s so lively.” 

“Don’t you live nearby?” Amy asked and you nodded. “Maybe we could take a walk there...” 

“It is a one bedroom,” you told Amy. 

“We don’t need a lot of space,” Amy said as she leaned in to peck your lips. You bit your lip and kissed her back. The two of you stood on the sidewalk kissing until you heard whistling coming from one of the bushes. 

“Let’s get out of here,” you said quietly. Amy nodded and let you pull her along towards your apartment. 

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[myheroacademiashorts]

i think i’m in love w his blog 🥺💞 (1) how about a scenario during UA where bakugou ends up coincidentally wearing a coat that looks almost identical to that of his fem!crush. she’s more nonchalant about it and like “hey! we’re matching!” with this adorable little grin on her face that makes him blush almost imperceptibly, which his friends tease him for mercilessly—

(2) sometimes they end up accidentally swapping coats and although he’d never admit it, seeing her in his slightly larger coat with a sheepish smile on her face is completely worth the embarrassment of his friends. he’d take this to the grave, but he may or may not leave his coat around on purpose from that point on just to see her in his clothes and pretend they were together. and tho she might not admit it, she likes the sweet smell that lingers bcuz she has a not-so-little crush on him too?

Hiya! Thanks for the request... Soooo I sorta needed to split it up. I have ideas for this fic. ;) ... And I also kind strayed from the original request. I’m sorry! /)-(\ Here is part one!

Title: One Size Too Big (Part 1)

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Rating: Fluff, sorta angst?

Words: 3,456

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You had never been a fan of the cold, and this was further proven as you were forced to trudge from class to the dorms. You groaned to yourself, shivering despite the jacket and other layers you had on as a particularly strong gust of wind swept by. “Wow, it’s pretty chilly!” Uraraka sounded happy, and you shot her a glare as she stared up at the gloomy sky with a smile, mittened hands cupped together. “I know, and I hate it.” You grumbled, only earning another bell-like laugh from your bubbly friend.

“Oh, it’s not that bad!”

“I can barely feel my fingertips.”

She rolled her eyes at you, tugging one of your cold hands from the pocket of your coat and enveloping it in her own. Somehow, she was warm, and before you could ask her what her secret was, she was dragging you across the frost-covered school grounds, her giggling rising up with every complaint that escaped from your lips. “If we run, we’ll get back faster!” She said, and you weren’t able to argue back due to the heavy chattering of your teeth.

However, she had been right, and a minute later you were standing in front of your dorm building. Uraraka looked unfazed, her smile still glued to her face, while you looked like you had gone through hell; your hair was a mess of tangles, cheeks red from the cold and running, and a slight shiver clinging to your body as you forced your way inside. “Ta-da! That wasn’t so bad, right?” You settled with a playful glare in your friend’s direction, deciding to stay silent.

Uraraka had wanted to study in the library after class, and like the good friend you were, you followed. You hadn’t expected the weather to become worse, and didn’t realize it had done so until the two of you had stepped outside after hours of studying. The rest of your classmates were already inside, most of them in the living room and kitchen where the heater worked the strongest. Even stepping inside you could feel the difference in temperature from outside, and quickly stripped of your jacket before becoming too warm. You let your eyes stray to them, from the few goofing off in the kitchen while making hot chocolate to the group planted in the other room, a video game screaming at them from the television screen. Bakugou was on the couch, arms stretched over the top cushions and a bored expression on his handsome face as he stared at his friends blankly. It was then that you noticed a familiar article of clothing on the blonde boy.

“Hey, we match!”

At the sound of your voice, Bakugou’s attention was immediately on you, not understanding who you were speaking to at first. Then, his eyes drifted from your bright (E/C) gaze and goofy grin down to your extended arms, where an eerily familiar jacket hung from your frame. His brows furrowed for a moment, before letting his eyes dart from his own body back to yours, mouth agape in surprise. “We’re like twins! Or couple-matching!” You continued, laughing slightly at the comparison between you and the hotheaded boy as two identical sweatshirts were on both of you; sliced right down the center, the left black and the right bright orange with an x-eyed happy face decorating the back of it. You even turned around to show it off further, and Bakugou nearly choked on his own air as the realization sat in. Holy crap, they were the same. Yours, of course, was just a bit tighter since your frame was smaller than his own, but that didn’t stop Bakugou from continuously letting his eyes rake over you.

Your other classmates swarmed you before you could add on any further, pulling you towards the kitchen as they begged you to make them your infamous hot cocoa, and with a short laugh you let them drag you. You stripped yourself of the sweatshirt first, setting it aside on a lone chair before getting to work. Bakugou’s attention on you, however, stayed steady even without you noticing, eyes wide and mouth still hanging open slightly. Your teasing replied in his mind, and finally he forced his jaw shut, teeth clenched as he fought the blush rising up his cheeks to no avail. His right-hand man noticed his expression, toothy grin already placed before he could speak. “What’s got you frazzled, bro?” Kiri asked, and Bakugou immediately controlled himself, instead shooting a glare towards his friend. “Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair. I’m not frazzled.” He muttered, and he let his eyes stray back to the kitchen when your familiar laugh rose up. Kiri caught the look.

“Oooh, is Bakugou frazzled?” Mina’s voice floated in as she plopped into the empty space on the other side of Bakugou, a knowing grin on her face as she wiggled her eyebrows. At this point, all of Bakugou’s friends had their attention on him, and he felt his face redden. Not entirely from embarrassment, although part of it was, but also from frustration. “I’M NOT ‘FRAZZLED’, ASSHOLES!” As if to prove his point, he sat upright to yank the cursed sweatshirt up and off of his body, cheeks bright as he avoided their gazes.

A few beats of silence passed, his friends trying to smother their teasing giggles to not anger him further. Instead, Bakugou abruptly stood up, fists clenched as he stared down at his giggling friends coldly. “I’m going to bed.” He muttered, and none of his friends mentioned that it was only 6 o’clock in the evening as he stalked off upstairs. You popped your head from the kitchen, eyes finding the troublesome group in the living room with an innocent smile. “Everything okay?” You asked in a soft voice, missing the mischievous looks that Kaminari and Sero exchanged to one another.

Oh, they were going to have fun with this.

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The next day, you were found scurrying through the kitchen by none other than Kirishima himself.

He heard the clatter of pans first, then your frantic footsteps soon after. He peeked his head out from the bottom of the stairs, looking past the wall to see you scrambling for… well, something. He wasn’t quite sure what. “Hey, you alright?”

You jumped at the unexpected bright voice, but quickly relaxed after spotting the redhead as he emerged closed to you. “Kiri! Jeez, you almost scared the quirk out of me.” You pressed a hand to your heart as you laughed, an easy smile flitting to your lips. “I’m fine, but I forgot my sweater down here and can’t find it. Do you remember if you’ve seen it recently?”

Kiri’s brows rose, a strangely secretive smile on his lips as he recollected the actions of the night before. His friends had filled him in on their plans to shove you and Bakugou together, and he was more than happy to help. It was better than hearing Bakugou pretending to complain about you. “Actually, yeah!” He practically bounced to the couch, where Bakugou’s familiar sweatshirt still sat from the night before, long forgotten by the fiery blonde. He hoped you wouldn’t notice the faint scent of cologne and caramel lingering on the piece of clothing.

“Someone probably moved it, but here you go!” He thrusted it into your hands, and you sighed in relief as you grasped the sweatshirt. It was a bit cool from sitting out, but you didn’t pay attention to it as you instead shuffled it on, wiggling your arms into the sweater with a satisfied noise. The plush inside immediately calmed you, but there was something different about it… Were the sleeves always this long? And the hem? Maybe someone had accidentally stretched it out? And when did it start smelling like caramel?

You turned to grin at Kiri in thanks, picking up your backpack and swinging it over your shoulder. “You’re a lifesaver, Kiri. I was worried I’d have to freeze out there.”

“No problem! Want to head to class together?”

You and Kiri had always gotten along, both of your personalities being particularly bubbly and bright as you chatted during the short walk to class. However, he had broken off as soon as you found yourself standing in front of the 1-A door, mumbling something about an errand to run before turning and high-tailing it down the hallway.

You shoved the door open, grunting slightly at its heavy weight as you slid inside of the familiar classroom. The chatter continued as you sneaked in, Uraraka brightening when she noticed you. “Y/N!” Her melodic voice rang out, beckoning you forward as she stayed perched on top of her desk. “I still can’t forget about that hot chocolate from last night. It was so good!” Uraraka looked as if she were about to drool over the mere imagination of the rich beverage, moving her gaze to instead stare off at the wall mindlessly. You dropped your backpack onto the empty desk beside hers as she continued. “Man, if I could make hot chocolate like you, I’d make it all the time. I’d drink it every day! All year long!”

You laughed at her small obsession, and she seemed to want to continue monologuing before being cut off by the door slamming open. It banged against the wall, and in trudged the little gremlin everyone had become so accustomed to during their time at U.A. He kept his glare on the ground as he entered, muttering some curses under his breath for an unknown reason, before finally lifting his gaze upwards. “What the hell are you looking at-?”

And then Bakugou Katsuki’s eyes landed on you, and he froze.

Almost on instinct, you mimicked his action, eyes wide as you waited for his next move. In the short years you have attended the school with the blonde, he had never just… Stopped. And why was he staring at you so blankly?

Bakugou, however, had way too many things flitting through his mind to even think about doing anything else than just freezing mid-sentence. Holy fuck, is that my sweatshirt? I was wondering where the damned thing went. Why is she wearing it? God, it looks fucking hot on her. The last thought had a faint redness rising to his cheeks, more prominent on his ears as he tried to cover his expression with one hand and biting down on his lip to keep his jaw from dropping. Fuck. FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK. The words were a mantra in his head, constantly repeating until he felt a soft hand wrap around the wrist hiding his embarrassed expression.

“Bakugou? Are you okay?” For a moment, he hated how soft and sweet your voice was. It just wanted to make the hard-headed boy melt to the floor. You were close enough that he could smell you; old and new books, perfume, even the faint scent of your shampoo. And you weren’t loosening your grip on him. Instead, you were tightening it, and tugging at his arm in a weak attempt for him to drop it from his flustered face. Meanwhile, the rest of the class was quiet, shocked at what they were seeing from the infamous, easily-riled pomeranian in front of them. You didn’t even seem to notice, instead leaving his arm to instead press your palm on the exposed skin of his forehead. He couldn’t see your expression, but based on how much he watched you without your knowledge, he could guess that you were frowning.

You were, by the way.

“Your face feels hot! Let’s go to Recovery Girl, maybe you have a fever?” Your voice held a slight edge of panic, not noticeable to most but making Uraraka quirk her brow in curiosity. Of course, she also knew about your not-so-little crush on the guy.

She waved her hand, breaking the awaiting tension that filled the air. “Go ahead and take him, Y/N! I’ll let Aizawa know what happened!” You didn’t look at your friend as you nodded and, grabbing Bakugou’s free arm - he was still covering his face with the other - you dutifully yanked him down the hallway and towards the healing Pro-Hero.

It wasn’t until the two of you had successfully left the immediate area that Aizawa, who had been secretly napping underneath his desk, finally crawled out of his sleeping back with a grumpy expression. He didn’t say anything -  just scanned the classroom knowingly - before huffing slightly and returning to the floor, waiting for the final bell to ring before beginning class. Luckily, he still had a handful of minutes left.

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“You can drop your arm now, you know.” You grumbled, after walking in complete silence for a few steps too many. All you could think about was how he was acting like a girl from a damned shojo manga. He stayed quiet, keeping his large palm over his face dutifully, and you reached up to tug at the offending wrist until finally his hand landed at his side.

Then, you stared.

If you thought a quiet Bakugou was rare, nothing could prepare you for a blushing one; flawless skin erupting with a dark blush, ruby eyes lowered, and - was he biting his lip? Even his ears were scarlet. You stuttered for a moment, mind blanking on what you had been prepared to say, and instead stood there gaping like a fish out of water. His gaze shifted towards you, and your heart nearly stopped.

“What are you looking at? Dumbass…” Despite his harsh words, his tone was full of embarrassment, and he quickly shifted his attention elsewhere. You were still clutching to his arm and, as if it had become scalding hot, you dropped it. However, you didn’t move away. Instead, you chose to stand a little closer than you usually would to the hotheaded boy, peering up at him as if he were a quizzical math problem. It seemed to only redden his face more, if that were possible. “H-Hey, cut it out, weirdo!”

He reached an arm up to try pushing you back a few steps, but this only resulted in you stumbling further than anticipated. You could feel yourself lose your footing, and just as a gasp escaped your lips as you tensed your body to meet the hard linoleum floor, the same arm wrapped around your waist and hoisted you upright. The arm was warm, and the pads of his fingers had accidentally found their way to the bare skin peeking at your waist. The scent of caramel became stronger, overpowering all of your senses as you stared up at Bakugou with wide eyes and lips open, a flush rising to your cheeks. Your breathing was a bit labored, gaze searching the red, blank expression presented to you. “Mine.”

You blinked up at him. The hold he had on you tightened, and you felt your mouth go a bit dry. “H-huh?”

“That sweatshirt. It’s mine.”

Oh, the sweatshirt. For a moment there, you had thought… You gulped, pushing your thoughts to the farthest corner in your mind as the blonde released you from his grip. However, you could still feel the imprint of his warmth on your body, as if it had been tattooed onto your skin. Luckily you were able to stand up straight with your face stoic, although the bright red on your cheeks showed your true emotions all too clearly. It seemed you weren’t the only one who noticed, either, as Bakugou raised one brow upwards. Then smirked.

“What’re you getting so red for, huh?” He leaned in a bit closer than you would’ve thought he would, vermillion eyes blown wide and glinting mischievously at you. It was a bit cute to see him so cocky yet embarrassed, the blush just as prominent as before. “Got a fever or something?” As if to push it further, he placed his palm on your forehead. At that, you squeaked, causing that damn smirk to only widen further.

With every step he took forward, you took one back… Up until you were pressed against the wall, his hand still attached to your forehead as your cheeks darkened further. His free arm found its way next to you, palm flattened right beside your head, and the other soon followed until you were stuck in a kabedon position. And despite having no where else to go, he only seemed to inch closer.

His lips were hovering mere centimeters away from your own, ruby eyes staring into your own as you waited with bated breath on what was to happen next. There was a surge in the air, as if the two of you had just been zapped by Kaminari, but more tense. There wasn’t really a way to explain it. Was he playing with you? Was this just a joke? Was he going to kiss you like you thought? Like you hoped? The last thought made you suddenly suck in a deep breath as you squeezed your eyes shut.

And then the bell rang.

You nearly groaned at the sound, and opened your bright gaze just in time to see Bakugou move a step away from you; still close, but not as much as before. You stayed quiet, waiting for him to say something, anything. He wouldn’t just act like nothing happened… Right? Because something had happened, right?

Instead, he raked one hand through his spiked hair, the other burying itself in his pocket as he glanced away from you and back down the hallway, where the classroom was. The one you two had escaped from only a few minutes ago, although it felt like much longer. “We should get to class.” His rough voice came out more like a cough, and his eyes stayed away from you as he waited. You pursed your lips. So it looked like he was going to pretend nothing had happened. That just made your blood boil, and you didn’t even remember the reason as to why the two of you were out in the hallway to begin with as you shoved past him and made your way back to class. You didn’t get far, however, before stopping and twisting around, yanking the sweatshirt over your head roughly and throwing it in his direction. Then, you were back to storming down the hallway, hands balled into fists and frustration written all over your face.

Meanwhile, Bakugou stared at your retreating figure, eyes comically wide and a mixture of confusion and regular Bakugou-level anger on his features. “What the fuck was that about?” He mumbled to himself, the sweatshirt gripped in his hands as he frowned. He was just about to ask you on a date right after; not a date-date, of course, but out to that ramen place you wouldn’t stop yapping about with Round Face and Frog Girl. Did he do something wrong? Maybe he shouldn’t have shoved you against the wall so roughly… He saw it in an anime once, and the girl seemed to like it. Maybe he did it wrong? He hummed to himself, brows furrowing. He was a tad bit angry, but he was always angry, to some extent.

When he got back to the classroom, Aizawa had already passed out some worksheets and was dead asleep on the floor, per usual. Bakugou’s gaze first moved to you, and he was able to catch your gaze for only a second before you swiveled your attention elsewhere, your lips pressed into a firm, harsh line as you kept your face blank. From the corner of his eye, he could see Round Face glance at him in confusion. Yeah, me too!, he wanted to yell out, but was smart enough to grit his teeth and plop down in his chair. If he needed to, he’d find your friends later and ask them what the fuck was going on. You didn’t look like you’d be in the mood to talk to him for a while.

“Yo, Bakubro! What’s up with you?” Kirishima had an impish smile, but Bakugou didn’t question it. Instead, he shot his friend a harsh glare, cold enough to make even the bubbly redhead shrink back a bit, grin dropping down a level of its brightness.

“Nothing, Shitty Hair. I’m fucking fantastic.” Bakugou’s voice wasn’t its usual boom, instead barely a murmur, and Kiri almost strained to hear him. Well, that was an unexpected reaction. He glanced at Mina and the rest of the Bakubro group, who all met his gaze almost instantly. They all had a look of worry on their faces as they glanced at their mutual, usually hotheaded friend simultaneously, then towards your stiff figure. Something had definitely gone wrong in the last few minutes.

Crap. They needed to fix this, and fast.

... Is it that obvious that I read shoujo manga? And do i think Bakugou would read it and watch it too for romance advice? Fuck yes.

[starredforlife]

favorite part of your favorite song of each of your favorite albums :)

ooh this is a hard one (which is why it's taking long to answer!!) bc lyrics really just don't fit in my head i just vibe with sounds...like for example, from no culture by mother mother i really love "back in school" but mostly that part where it sounds a little fractured and muffled, right before the chorus swings back up. because i can imagine someone flung past mirrors, catching their blurred face in the reflections while the glass whips past them and falls back into a void. it's all abt the little unbearably personal head pictures yknow??

so my answer is long i'm sorry!! it's all under the read-more lol. but it was a very good distraction and i appreciate you asking!! <3

for the correspondent's "inexplicable" (a single) i love

At nineteen, I still just about believed in God

I guess that I was pretty late to shake it off

Faulty magic whispered to the man who could mend

I tricked myself in thinking he could cure my best friend

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i just really love all of the sounds from tourist history by two door cinema. grabs me by the hands, leads me down a city street. very fun overall, i listen to what you know the most because i have an oc animatic planned for it. i just love the intro melody a lot

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"this year" mountain goats (album: sunset tree) made me cry january 2nd, 2021. i listened to it just after new year's and if i'd listened to it before it might have shut me down. for reference i'd been isolated at my parent's house for like a year lol.

I downshifted as I pulled into the driveway

The motor screaming out stuck in second gear

The scene ends badly as you might imagine

In a cavalcade of anger and fear

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show pony by orville peck is very good, my two favorite songs being "summertime" and "fancy". they come with a very specific ache-of-the-heart that i don't feel replicated often. i like "summertime" because it's sad and horny and "fancy" because the song is reinvigorated through a queer lens and it makes me emotional

She handed me a heart-shaped locket that said

"To thine own self be true"...

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the new abnormal the stokes fucked me up a little but it was fun, one of the maybe 5 albums i've listened to all the way through (not counting my pentatonix phase from 2014, they had a grip on me that not even god could contend with. if u look back far enough u may still even find posts i made abt them on here). fave song is at the door, mostly because of the music video

Onto fight what I can't see

Not tryna build no dynasty

I can't see beyond this wall

But we lost this game so many times before

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mika no place in heaven, "all that she wants" hits really hard for me bc uhhh i'm my mother's gay daughter that she hated for a long time!!

It's another simple solution

For my mother's delusion

Get her some adorable pictures done

For her mother in Lebanon

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and of course hounds of love kate bush, running up that hill captures me in a place nothing else ever quite has. it reminds me of a false memory where i'm maybe 13, dissociating while waiting at an airport with earphones in, which is specifically poignant to me for my own reasons. i love the whole song, but the chorus fucking. hurts me every time

And if I only could

I'd make a deal with God

And I'd get him to swap our places

I'd be running up that road

Be running up that hill

With no problems