#I’m laughing crying at my predictability tbh

[timethehobo]

Just a pair of tea-loving, monocle-wearing, war-hating, old eccentric educators with noble lineage and awesome facial hair.

[idvconfessions]

I'm really excited about everything tbh! Buuuut mostly Hullaballoo bc that's the lore I've been most invested in aside from Luca, Frederick and Naib's (Ofc I'm not biased can't you tell? XD) Long ramble incoming ;u;

I'm OBSESSED with the Violetta face reveal I love her sm she's so cute and precious and deserves all the hugs in the world. If they're actually giving her a surv form I will be a pure violetta main till the day I die. I already main SW XD

and H U N T E R M I K E

oh my GOSH HE LOOKS GOOD. While I think the tall skinny hunter trend is kinda meh overall, this works for him. I love the twisted rusty springs and his torn bombs and wild hair and pasty face it all looks so unhinged and I'm here for it!! And his S-tier for the essence is GORGEOUS! I can't wait to see his gameplay!!

Also his name is Hullaballoo which is Perfect as someone else mentioned somewhere that after Bernard's death Mike was the one who would have taken over the circus. I also like it bc it seems out of all the involved characters, Mike's really the one who saw the circus as his family and his everything. It would make sense he would take that as his name in his hunter identity, which he gained while trying to find the one who destroyed Hullaballoo circus, since the name is all that's really left of it anymore.

The temporary roguelike mode and Scribbled ideas are interesting! I see all kinds of good chaos coming from that XDDD While I don't think I'll use scribbled ideas much myself, I'd love to see what other people come up with. I think it's great the devs are pushing the boundaries of what they can do with the game now.

I already predict the Hullaballoo map is going to make me laugh and cry bc it's what used to be and should have been but for the Massacre. I hope to see Jeffery in his prime taking care of his animals ;u;

back to the Hullaballoo event I'm PSYCHED for the new music coming out!!! I always love new songs to learn and the vibe of hullaballoo in particular has always been a weakness of mine.

I'm really happy to see some characters, like explorer, finally getting some love as well! I know some explorer mains and it's so so nice to see them finally have content for their favorite characters after being ignored for years ;u;

And also...ALL OF THIS RIGHT BEFORE COA

There's just sooo much going on!!

-💀

I’m so glad you’re happy with everything! And you’re right there’s so much going on it’s very exciting. Thank you for sharing your thoughts!!

[arcticmonkeysaf]

Finally had some time to reflect on the show I saw on 9.11.2023 in Alpharetta, Georgia! some unorganized thoughts:

first off, Alex seemed to be in SUCH a good mood! he was very pleased with the crowd!!! He even paused and said “You’re a lovely crowd, really lovely!” midway through the set 💕 idk about the back but from my vantage point it felt like plenty of people were devoted fans who were jumping and bopping and singing along to every song. And the rest of the venue in the seats was LOUD with their applause and screams too! During multiple songs the flashlights came out and made it so pretty. I’m so glad Alex felt the energy too 🥹 he was very sweet and smiley at the end of the encore and seemed like he took extra long waving and blowing kisses 🥺❤️❤️❤️

after Snap Out of It with everyone singing along so loud I’m pretty sure he joked “Hey Jude!” (because of the sing along at the end of that) but people heard “Love you!” and they screamed “I love YOU!!!” — anyway that all made me laugh lmao

STAR TREATMENT!!!! sounded so beautiful omg ✨ also had the “I just wanted a jet ski for moat” line 😭

there were a couple transitions that surprised me!! like a new one (to me) between Knee Socks into Do Me a Favour! it had me SHOOK TO MY CORE (posted it in my story highlights but i’ll try to get it on here too!)

they also did the Teddy Picker/Crying Lightning transition 🥹

Alex started 505 at the piano 🥺

speaking of that, the piano interlude before Sculptures is SO GORGEOUS my goodness

SUCK IT AND SEE!!! funnily enough the girl next to me predicted Pretty Visitors right before they played it, and I told her I was predicting SIAS as the encore AND IT HAPPENED (our power 😂)

Body Paint outro was incredible and felt extra long because they were so into it!!! but the gold star goes to Matt because he was absolutely pounding those drums like his life depended on it, his insane drum fills made us all go nuts omg. Alex and Jamie were like egging him on at one point too!

overall they just had a very loose vibe to them. like Alex would fiddle around on guitar tuning it (?) after the first verse of Fluorescent Adolescent without the band skipping a beat, or he’d improv a couple words in SIAS. Little things like that made the on stage vibe so cool to watch 💖

the lining up since super early (12 hours 😵‍💫) was NOT my favorite nor was the intense heat later in the day that had everyone sweating like crazy but tbh that all fell away when AM took the stage 🖤 I met some incredibly nice people and it was beautiful to be amongst fellow fans having the time of our lives :’)

can’t stop reiterating that their energy was so electric and feeding off of the crowd’s 🥹 definitely in my top three favorite shows I’ve been to!

[m1ckeyb3rry]

No because it was fr just a weekly “lmao get ready for the WHERES TOGE text” but EVIL INUMAKI??? WHY LMFAOO???? I’m crying wtf PLEASE PLOT RELEVANCE true though that’s actually kinda sad omg Inumaki erasure too real….i will just be glad that he’s alive (gege also gave him back his arm in that color spread celebrating the end too??? Either I didn’t read well enough or Akita also forgotLAMAOA)

LMAOOO I’ll never say no to a good tiktok edit…but also no pressure to scroll through because sometimes I do that and I mentally kick myself because there’s sm I have to scroll back through for

FR they really made it so it’s very children target audienced like big round eyes just round EVERYTHINF and the jokes and interactions from what I’ve seen are also very kid targeted imo…

LMAOOO otoya truly would not exist without any Ls but AHAHAH protractor hair and Mr white and green in historical drama I totally forgot about that immersion factor I’m laughing

FR you should just buy the rights from Justin Bieber atp imagine at some point otoya gets to meet reader too by proxy of Karasu and he gets shut down real fast he barely gets a word in and she’s like “you look like a fboy yikes” AHSHAHAH

- Karasu anon

i think they were predicting he was the second traitor (who ended up being like some random higher up iirc) because he didn’t do anything else but kept showing up LMAOO also i’ve seen people complaining about that but actually no it’s not an inconsistency!! it’s in one of the final chapters where they’re talking about how rika needs to consume some part of someone to use their technique or smth and that’s why they haven’t regenerated inumaki or hana’s arms yet…not sure why that was added in there because yuta uses cursed speech beforehand and tbh i didn’t care enough to figure it out but yeah i do remember something along those lines being mentioned i think it’s right after the double jacob’s ladder

OKAY WAIT i’ll add them in at the end i’m typing this on my ipad so i’ll save the draft before going on my untrustworthy ahh tumblr mobile app on my phone to paste in the tik tok links SKLHDFJS

CAN YOU IMAGINE WATCHING A HISTORICAL DRAMA and it’s all dramatic and whatnot (i think reiji hiiragi can maintain his canon appearance the black hair with lavender eyes is very mysterious and fits the vibes it’s giving targaryen from got almost?? and same with yukimiya he’s okay) and then we get to the scene where otoya’s revealed and it’s just…the fuckass green streak

OMG WAIT SPEAKING OF OTOYA REVEAL I NEVER TOLD YOU HOW READER FINDS HIM!!! actually wait maybe i did i don’t even remember if i did i’m sorry for the repetition but if not hehe spoiling hollyhock time once again basically it’s the last night of the month they agreed on giving her to find him and she hasn’t found him yet but they’ve been talking every night and they’re lowkey kinda close at this point?? like otoya clearly is fond of her and she seems to like him as well…anyways otoya’s like okay well i guess tomorrow night’s the night you take me to kill your half brother and she’s like okay but can you do me a favor tonight?? so bro’s like idk what’s the favor and she asks if she can touch his face and ofc otoya being otoya thinks he’s managed to rizz her up so he’s like sure 😏 and lets her put her hands on his face and then it seems as if they’re about to kiss like they’re leaning in and shit yk but right before they can reader opens her eyes and she’s like i found you you’re mine now and he’s like 🤔 you’re not allowed to open your eyes at night #cheater 🤨 and she direct quotes him (apa formatting for citations) LMAOAOA she’s like “no you said once the moon rises i had to keep my eyes closed until daylight (m1ckeyb3rry, 32) but there is no moon tonight” and in fact it is a new moon and otoya’s so impressed that he straight up switches sides LMAOAOA my man thought he was the rizzler nah he is the rizzee SKDFJHSK he was not immune to her slightly insane charm

HELP i basically am justin bieber maybe i need to do a justin bieber theme next with the amount of times i reference him…smh young mira would be disappointed she was too #notlikeothergirls to ever be a belieber she’d be sad i quote him sm nowadays /hj

okay edit compilation they’re not all mahito because i saw some while scrolling that made me be like wait let me send HAHA

hak edit

inumaki meme edit ig?? lowkey us asf

megumi edit

another megumi edit (bro…i think i miss my wife 😓 also s1 artstyle SO GOOD anyways i liked megumi for two years watching my old saved edits of him is making me emotional)

THIS NANAMI MEME oh my god fanon shidou and i used to quote it all of the time it is SO funny

mahito edit (finally…sadly most of the ones i had saved from earlier got deleted but here’s one?? tbh he doesn’t have THAT many good scenes so if you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all)

[luveline]

these might not be in order cos I copied them to my clipboard but these were all my favourite parts ALSO I should've read this ages ago when u mentioned it but it slipped my mind and i regret everything but also it's a treat to read now so <3

Hotch's hand rested gently on the small of your back as he led you to your room, the gesture half-comforting and half-exhilarating. You were already having trouble deciphering your feelings towards your unit chief, and this wasn't helping.

if he rested his hand on the small of my back I would become someone I'm not proud of for real, he has so much. AH I love how this was written, especially the bold bit, it felt so well-crafted and REALLY set the tone for the fic (and obvi used to this because you're a great writer)

Part of you felt unprofessional for reacting so horribly to a non-fatal crash. You hadn't even broken any bones, you'd just taken a few shards of glass to the cheek and landed yourself with a sore neck. You should be grateful that you weren't dead, not biting back tears at the scrapes on your face.

I would have a little cry specifically for him to comfort me because I'm awful and don't respect myself. Poor girl though for real the episode where he purposefully crashes the car literally made me gasp and it is such a good concept for a fic to have the reader in the car with him, i love hotch being all guilty because im mean

That wasn't enough for Hotch, though. You weren't sure how he'd managed to gain superhuman hearing after nearly going deaf, but his startling recovery meant that he'd heard your weak cries and was knocking softly on the door.

the mention of his near deafening >>> one of my favourite details and I'm always thinking about it

You finally emerged in thick, flannel pajama pants, a loose tank top thrown over the top so that you wouldn't overheat. You hadn't even gotten a glimpse of the room before you were being engulfed in a tight hug, Hotch's arms winding around your back and pulling you flush to his chest. You stood frozen for a few seconds, but melted quickly into the comforting embrace, one last weak sniffle coming out as you relaxed in his arms.

this took ME by surprise too and is just perfect and really puts his feelings across like. AH goes insane .

"I, um- it helps me sleep sometimes." His voice had lost all of it's ever-present confidence, meager and weak as he led you to the bed, "It's a comforting feeling."

touch starved darling 😭 u were a little evil for that in the best way

“I beat you up,” Hotch joked tentatively, a sad smile on his face even though your laugh was genuine, “But I’m glad you aren’t upset with me.”

no because . no because. because. NO BECAUSE. hotch joking around hes so in love

A soft groan escaped your lips, and Hotch was thankful that you were facing away from him so that you didn't see his chest heave slightly at the sound, "Fuck, thanks Hotch."

HAHA okay the more this went on the further i descended into madness etc. this fic kept reminding me of how good it was, like, putting the phone down to smile. yeah I'd make noises on purpose too cos as previously stated I'm a terrible person

Normally, Spencer would have rather taken a bullet to the chest than touch a public bathroom floor. But he showed no hesitation in wrapping you up in a hug, his arms flush to your sweater that had just been under you on the tile.

BEST FRIEND SPENCER REPRESENTATION. love

“That’s beside the point,” His cheeks were dusted with the slightest pink hue, and you marveled the sight. You didn’t know he was capable of blushing.

you watch me sleep????? and he reacts like this when he realises what he's admitted??? hunts him down. This bit was stunning too, the imagery was lovely and I am just in awe tbh. I'd also marvel at him.

“I love you.”

this gagged me??? I really wasn't expecting it even though it was happening because I can't predict anything ever and I was SO happy I was like ??????? And then when he teared up at her confession, the coffees and the paperwork dear god

thank you for this treat! I fucking loved that this was called whiplash and that you focused on the emotional whiplash of his sudden change in confession, I thought that was so smart and so well done, a true master craftsmanship. Like the metaphor! And how whiplash gets worse before it gets better and I don't know when I realised what you were doing with it I was :O not surprised because we already knew you were fantastic but I just had to shake my head. I loved it! So much haha

Whiplash - Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader 

WC: 6.8K / navi / preview 

Summary: You receive minor injuries in a car crash that Hotch manufactures to get a killer off the road. Despite having saved the day, he feels guilty for hurting you, and your professional relationship quickly spirals into something more.

Contents/Warnings: one bed trope !! Insecure Hotch </3, self doubt, self deprecation, arguments, angst with a fluffy ending, Hotch says some mean shit but he’s just a dumbass, mentions of minor injuries/scrapes/cuts, bau!reader

A/N: This was originally a little blurb that I wrote for @shyhotch, a one bed trope story with hotch! but then it got ridiculously out of hand, and now it’s 7k.. I wrote this with a gn!reader in mind, but this was all written in a burst of inspiration and I had to edit out a lot of silly little typos! if you see any gendered terms, please let me know, I promise you they were not on purpose.

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

“Y/N,” You weren’t sure if it was your seldom-used first name, or the concerned glint in Hotch’s eyes that clued you into how much you’d be babied for the rest of the night, “I want you with me tonight. You shouldn’t be alone, not after that.”

That was the car crash you’d just gotten into. Manhunts were difficult to navigate, and you didn’t blame Hotch for swerving to run the man off of the road. It was you two or his potential victim, and you were glad that Hotch had done it well enough so that neither of you got seriously injured.

Just because you weren’t dead, though, doesn’t mean your neck wasn’t hurting like a bitch. He’d given you a solid two seconds of warning, shouting a gruff, ’Hold on!’ before jerking the wheel to the side and throwing his arm across your chest. You’d found purchase on the door, gripping it hard enough that your head hadn’t hit the dash. But your neck had bent at an awkward angle, and it ached every time you moved it into a specific position.

You nodded, bidding a sleepy goodnight to the rest of the team as they divided the remaining three rooms to themselves. Small towns were difficult to pack into at a moment’s notice, but you were just relieved there didn’t need to be more than two to a room.

Hotch’s hand rested gently on the small of your back as he led you to your room, the gesture half-comforting and half-exhilarating. You were already having trouble deciphering your feelings towards your unit chief, and this wasn’t helping.

You were especially conflicted when Hotch swung the door open, revealing a lackluster, cramped bedroom with one single bed. It was a queen, definitely big enough for two people, but two people that didn’t mind the occasional brush of skin-on-skin. You weren’t sure if you could handle that.

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[takes1]

hi hi, love your writing!! do you think we could get a part two to the Katsu getting horny cuddling the reader? not enough cuddle fuck Kats fics and tbh I crave them >:3

aaah tysm !! wholeheartedly agree, cuddle fuck kats fics are the best ! appreciate all the support and the request !

warnings. heavy nsfw, a creaky bed frame, minors stay off my lawn!!

details. afab!reader, aged up characters, friends with benefits, touch starved bakugou, communication problems, afab!rec. oral, soft kissy missionary sex, unprotected sex, bakugou has zero endurance, 2.3k words

🤍 scenario series. p.1 and full list here.

more links. my ao3 / bakugou headcanons / requests open

“Mm, I can be quick.”

Overwhelmed just to the point of subtle movement, your hand dove to block his before it could reach between your thighs. It was a thoughtless response; you were just as confused as him when his fingers ran over your cock-blocking knuckles.

A low grunt. He remembered his manners for a brief moment and used your own palm to press into your needy pussy, "You want me to?"

Bakugou had a great deal of leverage to move from behind. Hand still atop yours, he used his bottom arm to lift himself and lean over you to capture some of that ever-important eye contact.

Nervous, distracted by the sweeping waves driving your stomach to weaken for him, you backtracked, "To what?"

Some profound idea he didn't find it necessary to share had come over him. He was a difficult, bold guy-- yes, but between you, behind closed doors, this was a new and distinct type of Bakugou. In his cloudy eyes, you saw that you were on different pages, regarding the book of 'benefits' in your 'friendship.'

"To fuck you quick," He pressed a kiss to your temple and you felt the sly grin spread as he made sure to add, "So you can get some sleep?"

However, you couldn't say you didn't like this new line to the terms and conditions. Where was the pen?

You leaned up into a heated kiss. It was much less controlled and predictable than your usual kisses with him. Everything about this was so exciting, you couldn't believe you were tired three minutes ago.

When you pulled away, you only had the breath for a quiet, "Sure."

His body shifted completely over yours, hands sliding perfectly into the spaces between your fingers over your head, and he leaned forward to quiet the pain in his hips by wasting no time to settle against yours.

“Don’t sound so excited, Babe,” He muttered, amused, onto the dip of your neck.

A small wincey moan was only semi-covered by your laugh— the generous print in his sweatpants felt even better than it looked, and he had never called you Babe before. Why would he? You were just friends. Buddies. Pals.

“God, you feel so fuckin’ good.”

His fingers hooked into both the hem of your shorts and undies. Despite the nerve-wracking need to cover yourself, you let him throw both back into obscurity. While he was already in the business of removing clothes, your shirt was next to join the inky black of his floor.

He didn’t need to say anything about how gorgeous he thought you were, how much you turn him on, how he wants to fuck you ‘till you cry, because it was all there in the look of his wide, unblinking stare and the adorable new red across his face.

When he started tugging down on his waistband, a flinch gave your anticipation away and made him snort at how cute you were.

“Chill, I’m not pullin’ it out just yet,” Of course, he took the care to fold his pants in a neat square and place them on his bedside table, “Gonna have my fun, first.”

Your legs were spread open with a bit of a struggle on his part, then as he leaned down, he found that he needed to pry your arms away from your chest, too. He enjoyed this but took note of it for later.

‘Fun’ included his primary assault on your tits, squeezing, biting, twisting to hastily make up for all the lost time. While the sucking and occasional kisses were nice, his energy wasn’t translated correctly to your body. You were waiting for it to get better, so it took a minute of bearing through his oblivious state to speak up.

“Ah- um,” You seethed, trying to focus more on the delightful sensation of his body against the heat between your legs, not how painful and rough he was up top, “Katsuki— could you ah, be gentler?”

Frustration flashed across his face, and for a split second, you thought he was going to verbally assault you the way he did during your training time together.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Damn, speak up next time,” Bakugou hissed and dialed it back even more than you thought was necessary.

It wasn’t entirely his fault. He didn’t mean to hurt you. He was too eager, too into you.

The pain quickly gave way to the electrifying pleasure of his gentle, focused kisses and sucks. Every move was contemplated, so as to not repeat his mistakes. He honored your request by treating you like his sexy glass figurine.

While he had you all laid out for him, he indulged in marking you up in what started as easily concealed spots: your tummy, ribs, and chest. It promptly was not enough for him. Tomorrow, the dark spots all over your throat and shoulders would require a lie so elaborate you'd talk yourself into exhaustion.

Your thoughts, however, were not centered around anything beyond his slowly lowering mouth, kissing its way down your torso to your bare cunt.

He got himself comfortable, then subtly licked his lips, impatient to get a taste.

"Fuuuck," He groaned with a chuckle, gliding the length of his fingers up both sides of your clit, "Are you always so wet for me?"

He didn't wait for an answer -not that you'd be able to give him a coherent one- before shamelessly sliding the flat of his tongue across your patient pussy. A satisfied hum at the taste in his mouth carried your whine to a level louder than you counted on.

His intensity challenged that of a starving man. Hungry hands drove your thighs to his shoulders and he planted a burning, sloppy kiss to your clit.

"Aa-ah! Mmn, fu-ck," You cried, fingers spreading and closing around the roots of his unruly hair.

Throughout the course of a few minutes, he tried more techniques on you than you were aware existed. Types of patterns, methods, and different pressures to find what worked best on you. One that he tended to come back to was spelling out his name, but it didn't get as much traction with your response as he'd have liked.

His tongue settled for tight, fast circular motions around your swollen clit, encourgaging the quickly mounting pressure deep in your tummy.

Buzz buzz. Buzz buzz. Buzz buzz.

Nails dug into the plush of your hips, his focus stolen for a moment at the sound of his phone.

Buzz buzz. Buzz buzz. Buzz--

He lifted his head briefly, only to suffer your fierce scratching at his scalp.

"No," You had to swallow the spit that had gathered in your mouth so you didn't drool, "So close, keep going, please."

If you asked that nicely, he'd do anything. A little phone call was nothing if it meant you were that close to cumming in his mouth. Calmed by your fuck-me eyes and momentary silence, he dove to carry out the same circular motions with his tongue and muttered an annoyed curse at the calls that started up again.

Buzz buzz. Buzz buzz. Buzz buzz. Buzz buzz.

Buzz buzz. Buzz.

After some great fumbling, your shaky finger gave the relieving swipe to turn his phone off and at last, the buzzing was gone. There were a concerning amount of texts on his lock screen under the 'Do Not Disturb' banner, but it was negligible to your Very Important activities.

Though your progress had been lost from his momentary pause, it took very little time to work you back up to the edge of a hasty, hard orgasm. His tough palms found your hands in his hair and pried them out, restraining you from keeping him down again, as he tore himself away and denied you of your climax.

"Nonono," You glowered at him, but it looked much more pitiful than you intended it to with your glazed eyes and shivering.

He resurfaced, delivering a slew of kisses to your inner thigh, and wiped his chin with a mocking pout. Your thighs automatically closed, but he pushed them back open and out of his way to give you a bit of a show as he pulled his briefs down.

A heavy cock bounced free, stiff-upright, veiny, and very angry-looking about the delay. It was fitting against his hard stomach, appropriately receptive in his sculpted hands as he pumped himself with an immersed stare at his work beneath him.

"Yeeeah, you still wanna complain, Babe?" He gloated, relaxing into a soft, affectionate kiss.

One hand squeezed yours, the other positioning himself as he eased into you.

When he was able to tear his gaze away from your hips, he kept an attentive eye on you, since he feared accidentally hurting you again and didn't know your threshold yet.

To his relief, you were so well-prepped that you relaxed your head back onto the pillow with a delighted, aroused giggle. He bottomed out, the intense stretch such a welcomed sensation that you locked your legs around his waist to keep him there.

Now you understood why he didn't want you to finish before-- he wanted to fuck you there.

He kept himself buried deep and guided your free hand away from your clit so he could do it for you, completely immersed in the way your pussy took all of him so well.

"Should'a been- ah, fuckin' you-- way sooner..." He muttered, uneven, breathy, at his established pace.

While you were both keeping the volume hushed, with the exception of your occasionally higher whines, the bedframe was slamming against the wall with a loudness you slowly grew more aware of. Kirishima shared the adjacent dorm, and these buildings were not known for their high-quality walls.

Either he was not aware of this, or he enjoyed the noise -the more likely of the two options- because it only got louder the longer you carried on.

"Mmnh- AaAh, I'm... ah, I'm close--!" You reached up for him and seized a handful of his addictive hair.

His lips crashed into yours for a rushed kiss in an attempt to swallow all of your sweet, crescendoing sounds. He fucked you hard, held you close, through the height of your climax. He was muttering a broken string of praises, locked into an intense stare, as he picked up the pace for his own not too far out.

Both hands pushing your thighs down, he seethed, then groaned loud and unfiltered, "Fuck, fuck-- Aauh, fuck!"

You were in a warm, dizzy daze as he quickly pulled out. His cum, hot, thick, and sticky, painted your chest and tummy with a powerful force. The sight of him sweating, panting, still fucking you with his eyes, could've made you cum again with zero stimulation.

He muttered a breathless, "Holy shit...," because post-orgasm clarity was reminding him that you were still not an actual couple, even though you were panting underneath him like a tired little glazed donut.

You felt a little gross and sticky. "Why'd you have to get it all over me..."

The tissues on his nightstand looked tempting to reach for, but the nasty bastard started to lazily spread it more, with specific emphasis to get it all on your tits. You swatted his wrist and earned a chuckle as he leaned up to grab some.

BOOMBOOMBOOM.

Somebody was pounding outside on the balcony door. Your first thought was that it was Kirishima, but it didn't make enough sense. If he wanted to complain about the noise, then he wouldn't have hopped balconies to do it.

"Bakugou!!"

The handle jiggled and you both flinched hard. He went to cover you with his own body, then realized it was fortunately locked.

"Bakugou I know you're awake in there!! Let me iiiin please!"

BOOMBOOMBOOM.

Frozen still, you looked up at him with a frantic expression and tried to wipe the stuff off of you in a rush. He looked ready to kill and swiped his sweatpants from the nightstand, clumsily stepping back into them.

"Idiot's on the balcony-- of course he's on the fucking balcony at 2 a.m..." He muttered, supremely irate that your lovely time together was getting interrupted by, out of anyone, Kaminari.

"Bakugouuuu please!!"

Kaminari wasn't directly beside or above Bakugou's room. He must have jumped down to Kirishima's balcony, then hopped across.

Bakugou turned to you, tossing an additional blanket from under his bed, and instructed, surprisingly soft, "Just stay quiet and I'll keep him outside."

"'nd bury him," He added under his breath and slammed the door behind him.

Muffled yelling, some banging, skidding footsteps, and then somewhat normal speaking voices ensued as you could only lay still and try to listen. Another shout.

The sound of the door opening and closing was not enough to convince you to move or peek, especially when you heard one of the drawers of his cabinets slide open and close. However, Bakugou pulled down a little on the blanket to show you that it was safe, that it was only him. He handed you one of his shirts.

You tried not to make it a big deal, but he clocked your tiny smile almost right away.

"Shut up," He mumbled against your forehead and pressed a gentle kiss into your heated skin.

He picked up his phone from the nightstand to make himself look busy while you sat up and slid it on.

"What did he want?"

Scrolling through an unholy amount of missed calls and texts from Kaminari, he shook his head, "Dumbass forgot about the Powerpoint and asked me to send him my work, so he could 'use it as a reference.'"

[martianbugsbunny]

OUAT Thoughts Pt.15--Episodes 10-11

I have watched through S2E11; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—The absolute cruelty of trying to convince me that Dr. Hopper was dead! I might never get over it *falls dramatically onto fainting couch*

—On the other hand, I now know that Dr. Hopper can bake. 🌟The more you know🌟

—In Storybrooke, Red wears fedoras, fingerless gloves, and vests. In the fairytale world, she wears lace blouses, corsets, and a cloak. Either way I’m happy.

—Pongo crying at Dr. Hopper’s funeral is below the belt. I hate it when dogs cry.

—Is Dr. Hopper going to get Pongo back? I mean, it’s sweet that Henry was deemed Custodian of the Dog, but Dr. Hopper might be lonely.

—I love how Rumplestiltskin has been wearing more crocodiley stuff lately, just to make sure we don’t forget.

—Mr. Gold being good with dog is a pleasant revelation.

—Red having wolf-to-dog communication (wolf-to-dog conversation) is awesome. I love when she uses her wolf abilities.

—Hook’s comment about the poor random sap Cora actually murdered having to look like Archie *contemptuously* was stupid. I’d much rather have a boyfriend who looks like Archie than one who looks like Hook. I mean, I’d like to believe I’d pick brain/heart content and personality over looks, in which case Archie stills wins by about fifty bajillion miles, but tbh I find Archie much cuter than Hook.

—I think one of my favorite things about Belle is that she’s intelligent. OG!Belle? Yeah, she reads, but that’s more a symbol of her different-ness than her brain power. This Belle, however, is a smart person, with solid deductive reasoning skills. She thinks outside or inside the box, whichever will get the job done best, and she only has one blind spot. (That would be Rumplestiltskin.)

—Speaking of which…I knew they weren’t going to have a happy ending. I deluded myself into thinking maybe she could break his curse in the fairytale world someday, but I didn’t really believe it. One of them was always going to end up dead (which I’m not ruling out yet) or amnesiac.

—I knew something would go wrong with THE LINE in this episode. Either Rump’s charm wouldn’t work on him, or a hawk would snatch the shawl off his neck, or there would be a time limit he didn’t anticipate. Basically the only thing I didn’t expect was Hook shooting Belle across THE LINE.

—Rump should’ve killed Hook when he had the chance. I may be a bit more sympathetic to Regina now, but Hook is one guy I will never have any pity for. Also, he’s pretty sleazy. A guy like that I would knee in the nuts without a second thought if he got as close to me as he does to every woman he encounters.

—Seriously, of all people, Belle is the most likely to groin-kick him, and she never got to. Bummer.

—I love, adore, cherish, exalt, laud, etc. Mulan and Belle’s dynamic together. Instead of pulling the standard, predictable crap and having Mulan refuse Belle’s help out of wounded pride or stubbornness, Mulan was like, “Girl, you are one good beast-tracker. Help a sister out?” *And then* Mulan is injured, and instead of pushing it so she could be the hero, she goes, “You got this, Belle. Here’s my sword.”

—They really had to double down on the Beauty and the Beast stories, didn’t they?

—The beastie was pretty fine. Kinda reminds me of Solgaleo (I went for Lunala, no surprise there, but Solgaleo is still cute as heck). I was kinda disappointed when it turned back into Prince Philip.

—Gepetto being sad at Dr. Hopper’s funeral was exactly the kind of angst I needed, but where is my Gepetto and Pinocchio reunion? This is getting ridiculous!

—ooooOOOOOoooo, an unknown person crashed their car into Hook! *bows down* Thank you, mysterious stranger!

—Henry calling Dr. Hopper just to hear his voicemail after his supposed death is too sad.

—Where has Regina got to? I’m assuming the only reason she wasn’t in episode 11 is because she and Cora are off somewhere planning evil things and practicing their evil laughs.

—There’s something interesting to me about the way Mr. Gold’s limp is depicted, but I don’t quite have the brain cells to actually figure it out at the moment. Suffice it to say, it’s not just *this guy has a disability, so he’s obviously weak* or *this guy has a disability, so the disability is his entire character*. We actually don’t even know the specifics of why Mr. Gold (and pre-Dark One Rumplestiltskin) limps. And needing a cane isn’t his entire character, either; nor is it a darkly decorated, scary showpiece to reinforce that he’s a bad guy. It’s just a mobility aid, which he occasionally uses as a weapon; this, in fact, shows it’s even an extra option for him (when traditional weapons don’t suffice). It’s intriguing, and I think very different from the way such a character trait might be treated in a lot of other media.

—I guess Rump will never find his son now. Yet another thing to be sad about. As if there weren’t more than enough already.

[cherie-luvv]

Im just so.. so looking at the wall rethinking my whole life. Almost all my favorite characters are dead so like I’m used to it, but with almost all of them I can predict their death before it happens, in this one I just couldn’t, I couldn’t bro I was like what the hell just happened and he just died, dude he just dies 😭 I was crying like a kid, I’m gonna have this feeling for the rest of the week now 😭😭

But seriously I loved the movie, I will for sure join the fandom too, I just need this feeling to go away lol, I have to go to sleep now and I will be moving on my bed for an hour thinking about this omg

I liked that in this movie, kids are kids, but I mean it in the way they are all boys and usually they always make boys “cold with no emotions” when they are teenagers, but it wasn’t the case, they cried, they laughed and in general they were just kids being kids, boys or not, and I loved that, it was a detail I noticed and I was just kinda surprised. I’m not a movie person tbh and all the movies I’ve seen it’s pretty annoying how they make 16-17yo teenagers act like 25yo boys, so I pretty much felt happy in this one

Dude I’m speechless… I was not expecting Neil’s death, like I was not expecting it at all. I cried so much omg 😭 and THAT END, it can’t just finish like that dude I can’t take this, I need more like what the hell. I’m feeling so weird, I’m having a lot of emotions rn, it’s a bitter feeling because Neil was my favorite, seriously I wasn’t expecting that at all, I thought he actually jumped from the window and scape or sum because he wasn’t in the chair and I was like “yeah ok he’s Alr” yeah no he was pretty dead on the floor help

It was an amazing movie and I loved it Im just feeling so sad rn

IM SORRYYYYY it is a rlly rlly good movie omg. I like to think it ended with his final bow on stage but sigh. Apparently not. I was speechless too like I totally disassociated for an hour afterwards I was like what the fuck just happened but. sigh. it was rlly good honestly I watched it on.. friday?? With my best friend and she rlly loved it too. honestly aaaa it’s the fall movie ever.

[ushidoux]

Be My Last - Iwaizumi x  Reader (Pt. 2)

Summary: You have trouble getting over a past relationship and it’s preventing you from moving forward. (~2.3k words)

Warnings: nsfw, poor communication tbh, angst?

A/N: There’s always trouble in paradise.... 

So I haven’t written a plot-heavy fic in a while. Anyway, I hope this is as dramatic as I intended it to be but not excessive.

Part 1|| Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

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Your phone vibrated loudly, nearly falling off the edge of your office desk but before checking the text, you were already scooping your personal items into your messenger bag and rising to leave the office.

Iwa had intended to meet you after work to grab dinner together before going home, and you quickly glanced at your phone to confirm his arrival while you made your way down multiple flights of stairs (turns out having an athletic trainer as a boyfriend made you a lot more fitness-conscious) to meet him in front of the large skyscraper.

You met him only slightly out of breath, hoping he hadn’t waited long, and he grinned as he saw you, arms uncrossing to take your bag from you and greet you with a kiss on the forehead.

“How was today? More good news?” You inquired cheerfully, linking your arm around his tightly as you started walking. He hummed, his pace still leisurely and his other hand casually resting in his pocket in mock humility.  

“What, I haven’t impressed you enough?” He teased with a laugh, earning him a playful slap on the shoulder. Learning that he was going to be head athletic trainer for the Japan National Volleyball Team just last week was still fresh, and while you were excited for him, you were a tiny bit apprehensive about how much it would change his schedule. Even though he was already quite busy, you’d gotten used to Iwa’s schedule being predictable and being home every night, especially once he’d moved in with you about a year into your relationship.

While this new position was the biggest event on the horizon, quite a lot had changed since you’d met Hajime and lowered your emotional defenses to let him in, and that simple fact was evident by the way your hand unconsciously snaked down the length of his arm to interlace your fingers with him, as you continued to tell each other about your days.

He’d always impressed you from the very moment you met him. His confidence, his pure kindness and his genuine love for you were only a few of the things that made you love him wholeheartedly. The only regret that you had these days was that you hadn’t met him sooner, or rather, first.

Now, back in the quiet of the apartment you’d lived in for almost four years now, you and Iwa were locked in an embrace shrouded by the steam of an excessively warm shower. Despite the fact that you felt heavy with a generous dinner, the current somewhat pleasant turning of your stomach had more to do with the expert way Iwa’s fingers worked your center without compromising attention to your lips and tongue.

Soft moans of his name earned you the privilege of being gently lifted and pressed back against the shower tile, to leverage you steadily against the pressure of his heavy cock pushing past your walls into you as many times before. 

He always knew where to touch and what to fill. 

It occurred to you again as he coaxed one orgasm then another out of you with firmly delivered strokes, aided by the slick coming from your legs and the water that ran over the two of you, that you loved him. Fully and without reservation.

Especially when he pulled back to look at your flustered, wanting face, slightly tilted upwards to look at him with eyes enamored, your body fitting him like a glove, and you could practically see his heart swell.

A reckless, all-encompassing sort of love.

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“This is… a lot of food,” your friend pointed out with raised eyebrows as she watched you toss possibly a 15th packet of thinly sliced marbled beef for shabu shabu in your cart before moving along to the condiment section. You were grateful that she was accompanying you on this errand because even though you enjoyed grocery shopping, it seemed like you’d been here for a lot longer than you expected and you weren’t too familiar with most of the ingredients on the long grocery list you’d brought with you.

Besides, the cart was overfilled and you felt that eventually you’d need two hands to push it.

“Iwa wants to invite I don’t know even know how many hungry athletes into our tiny apartment, so I’m just trying to be prepared,” you shrugged.

“By buying the entire butcher shop?”

“Yes.”

“He better be paying at least, this looks expensive,” she murmured, only to open her mouth in a teasing ‘O’ once you flashed Iwa’s credit card in her face with a grin.

Amused, she tossed a pack of vermicelli noodles in the cart then let out a loud, wistful sigh before leaning on the shopping cart handle. You frowned in response, knowing exactly what that sound entailed. 

“So when did Oikawa say he’d be back?”

She let out an aggravated groan. “Not for months and then by the time the Olympics start, he’ll be even more busy… This shit is so annoying, to be honest. It’s like he’s never off season!”

You tiptoed to reach a highly placed bottle of shoyu and another of rice vinegar and drop it in your cart. You sympathized with her frustration, you had known intimately once what it was like to be made second priority, even if that wasn’t your life now.

“At least you know he would still choose you over volleyball, no matter how much he loves it,” you reassured her.

You had said the statement without any deeper intended meaning, but when you turned your friend was still eyeing you carefully, concern written in her knit eyebrows.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she replied, deciding to drop it. But two paces later, she paused to a standstill, and asked, “Do you know exactly who Iwa is inviting over?”

You shrugged your shoulders again. “Honestly, I don’t care, it’s not like I follow sports anymore.”

To that, she replied with a soft hum of assent before choosing to talk about dessert instead.

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Seated at a corner table at the small coffee shop at the base of his hotel, Ushijima Wakatoshi looked carefully at the email invitation, noting the address more carefully this time, a wash of unsettling nostalgia rushing over him.

You wouldn’t notice it from the neutral expression on his face, but ever since he had made it back to this side of Tokyo, the concern of going back in time and revisiting old mistakes weighed heavy on his mind. Of course, he was excited about his new accolades and the opportunity to represent his country nationally, but with few people to share that news with, the reminder of what he had sacrificed to get here seemed less like a badge of honor and more like a condemnation. 

For someone who insisted on moving forward, no matter what the pace or price, this was a particularly unwelcome feeling. 

And of course, this sentiment was made way worse when it occurred to him that he was being invited to his old home as a guest. Well, he wasn’t exactly sure - while the apartment building itself was definitely the same one where he had lived so many years ago, he wasn’t completely sure whether or not the floor and suite number were the same. It would be an odd coincidence that Iwa lived there too now, but it was a nice apartment building after all, so he assumed it must be a popular place to live.

Still, he couldn’t help the mild uneasiness he felt at the prospect of turning up on that street.

What if by some unfortunate twist of fate, he ran into you? Whether in the lobby, sharing the elevator, maybe even in passing at the konbini where previously he’d surprise you with a custard taiyaki or melon bread to eat in the dead of night... What would he say? What could he say?

He had once practiced some silly assortments of words, many times ages ago when the ache in his heart for you became too much to bear and he thought maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t too selfish to ask to come back into your life. He would come up with ways to explain why he’d decided it was better to remove himself from your life altogether over putting aside more time for you, or to explain that he’d made the decision for both of you in order to free you to be loved properly by someone else. 

But the more time passed, the more ridiculous it seemed for him to try to ask you to forgive him for breaking your heart, and now three years had gone by. 

Was three years enough time for you to forgive him for ending things without explanation? Or for moving out of your apartment while you stayed over your best friend’s house for an entire weekend so that he wouldn’t see you cry?

Ushijima took another sip of his coffee. He was overthinking it; the similar address was just a happenstance. You had probably long since moved on from that apartment just like you’d moved on from him.

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Paper plates, forks, knives and napkins were set aside on your living room table, and you’d cleaned out the patio to allow for more space on the thankfully warm spring evening. Iwa had rushed out with a kiss on the cheek to go get some ice after helping you set up everything, and now you were waiting, hotpot soup base boiling on the stove.

You’d finished just a half an hour before six, and you leaned over the kitchen counter to browse through your text messages. One had just popped up from your friend before you heard an early knock on the front door.

Surprised at the prospect of someone showing up early, you put down your phone and sauntered over, and without even checking the keyhole to see who was standing there, you swung open the door wide, cheerfully giving a warm “Welcome!”, only to find yourself staring your ex-boyfriend in the face.

There was a pause where it seemed like everything that kept your heart beating and your neurons firing had turned off for the split second it took you to recognize him. This was disregarding the fact that he too looked like all the blood had drained from his face when he also realized you were standing right before him. 

“___…,” he pronounced in shock.

The sound of his voice calling your name made your heart pound and your head pound and quickly, impulsively, you moved to slam the door.

Reflexively, he blocked it with his palm, not meaning it as aggression, but spurred by the fear of immediately being locked right back out of your life, where he belonged.

“Wait, can we please talk?”

The desperate tinge to his voice was too much to bear.

It had been three fucking years! Why now?

But instead of forcing the door closed against him again, you found yourself running into your bedroom and locking the door behind you, heart pounding in your ribcage in a frenzy. It was hard to think, maybe you were being a little bit too dramatic, but you couldn’t help the panic pumping through your veins.

Relax, relax, relax.

Ushijima, too, immediately forgot that this was no longer his home.

Even if he knew this place like the back of his hand, he recognized the same sofa in the center of the living room, where he’d held you and had you just like every other place in this wretched space, it was no longer his.

It didn’t stop him from breaching the entrance without your invitation, boldly following after you just to knock on the bedroom door that kept you safe and secure, begging for your attention.

“Please, ___. Please, can we talk?”

It didn’t take a genius to realize that he was in fact in the right place, this was his - no, your shared apartment - and traces of another man, Iwaizumi, were all over it.

Your voice was choked up in your throat but you weren’t yet crying, however you were terribly frustrated. Frustrated that three years after a breakup you were taking shelter in your own bedroom all because your ex showed up at your door. Frustrated that he wasn’t being mean, but instead he was being kind; in fact, you were worried there was a wisp of something more you could see in the pained look he had on first regard.

Too much.

Ushijima knocked again.

“Please.”

The correct thing to do would be to face him properly and ask him to take a seat and maybe if you were feeling extra generous, ask him how he was doing politely, limiting yourself to polite conversation, but instead you didn’t say a single word, biting your lip to hold back anger and hurt.

Three years and you were still like this.

“___!”

His voice raised this time, and again the desperation was clear and tugging at your heartstrings, but you would be damned if you were going to move from this spot. He didn’t bang on the door though - Ushijima always had too much self control to do anything fear-provoking out of anger, but he let out a heavy sigh you could hear directly from the other side of the door.

“I’m sorry-” 

Whatever he planned to say was cut short by the slam of the front door and Iwa’s harsh voice yelling, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Your eyes grew wide as you heard the shuffle of quick moving feet and the thud of bodies hitting the wall, and then you realized that what this looked like was way worse than it actually was.

You fumbled to unlock the door only to see Ushijima pressed against the wall, hands to his side but fists clenched as though he were deciding whether to fight back; you could tell Iwa had already landed a heavy blow from the red spot blooming on his face, and the fact that Iwa still had a solid grip on the collar of Ushijima’s shirt, his fist still dangerously close to his face.

“Hajime!” You yelled, pulling at his arm. “Stop!”

He resisted your plea for him to stop initially, and you could tell he was seething even if he was still. Who wouldn’t be, if they thought their girlfriend was being accosted in their own space?

“T-toshi wasn’t going to do anything… we’re exes.”

Exes?

Iwa gave you a blank look, taking in the info all at once, but what stunned him the most at this very instant was the painfully familiar way you’d said Ushijima’s name.

[shoutaaizawas]

Hey I saw your Dabi fics and I really love it 💕💕 For the event, can I please have Dabi with fake dating au and “Look at you... Goodness, you’re so cute.”?? Thank you so much 💗

thank you for this, i hope you don’t mind i went for a touya dabi for the sake of the plot here. hope you enjoy 💖

↳ dabi/touya todoroki x reader → “not real”

event: au prompt event summary: touya wants to bring you to dinner to pretend to be his girlfriend to upset his father. it doesn’t go quite as planned. word count: 1,942 tags/warnings: -light angst a/n: so on top of fake dating this is an au where the todoroki family is more functional that in the show but still messed up if that makes sense. writing dabi as touya was really fun tbh. also i lowkey ship fuyumi x hawks if i haven’t mentioned that before  👉👈🥺 (it’s only mentioned in this story)

Touya Todoroki was your friend, you had known him a long time. You were very close, you not only did a lot together but you shared a lot with each other. You knew about his family life and why avoided home so often so you were shocked when he told you he would be going to dinner at his family’s house.

“Will you pretend to be my girlfriend?” His words caught you off guard, you almost spit out your drink.

“What?” You asked. It would have been shocking regardless but you happened to have a crush on your best friend as well.

“I’m stuck going to this thing I might as well have some fun with it.” He said putting his hands behind his head as he stretched out on the couch. “My dad will be pissed that your quirkless it’ll be hilarious.”

“Are you sure it’s worth it stirring up trouble?” You asked. Being quirkless was a bit of a sensitive subject, not that you talked about it a lot.

“Yeah. And it would be nice having my best friend there to keep me sane.” He said with a smirk.

“Okay, if you want me to.” You told him. You knew it might be a bad idea but you wanted to help Touya out.

That’s how you ended up standing in front of the Todoroki estate wearing the nicest dress you had in your closet even though Touya tried to convince you to wear sweatpants. You convinced him to wear something normal, telling him that he was trying to make his dad mad not upset his mother. That shut him up pretty quickly.

You were nervous, to say the least, his family was intimidating, not only their high-class standing but knowing their personal history added another layer.

Touya’s hand enveloped yours as you waited for someone to answer the door and your heart nearly stopped. You had to remind yourself in your head that this wasn’t real. You weren’t Touya’s girlfriend. You were just here to upset his Dad. How did you get yourself into this?

The door opened and Enji Todoroki stood in the doorway nearly taking up all the space there. You gulped silently. You had seen the man on TV but in person, he was far more intimidating. This was a bad idea.

Enji looked at you for a moment before looking at his son.

“Who’s that?” He asked not even directing the question to you.

“My girlfriend. Move.” He said, pushing past his father and pulling you behind him. Touya’s words sent your heart fluttering and you had to repeat your mantra. This isn’t real.

Touya lead you into the kitchen where his mom was working on dinner. You had met her once before, she was sweet. You had been at Touya’s house and she stopped by to bring him some groceries.

“Touya.” She said with a big smile on her face as she set down the knife she was using to chop vegetables. “You brought your friend, it’s so good to see you again.” She said before giving you both hugs.

“My girlfriend.” He corrected. This wasn’t real.

“Oh, how lovely. I thought you two would end up together.” She says with a smile. This isn’t real. You notice an odd expression on his face. He probably feels bad lying to her.

His sister, Fuyumi joins the conversation.

“Wow, Touya brought his first girl home. She must be a brave soul to face this family.” She jokes. This isn’t real.

Rei gives her a look that’s familiar to anyone who’s ever said anything that has annoyed their mother.

“Can’t say the same for your bird-brain boyfriend.” Touya shoots back at his sister.

“Keigo is a very busy man, he doesn’t have a lot of free time.” She says folding her arms.

“Good excuse.” He returns.

“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Rei says, giving you an apologetic look.

“Sorry, mom.” They said in unison.

“Do you need any help with dinner?” You asked Rei.

“Oh, thank you for the offering. But everything is almost done.” She said with a smile. “You guys can go wait in the living room with Shoto and Natsuo.”

With that, you followed Touya and Fuyumi to the living room.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m sorry about that. Not the best introduction but I can never miss an opportunity to get on Touya’s nerves.” Fuyumi said giving you a smile.

“Understandable.” You joked.

The living room was large and fancy, you had a feeling the furniture in this room alone was worth more than everything in your apartment. Including the apartment. Shoto and Natsuo sat there watching TV. You had met Natsuo and Shoto before so they weren’t unfamiliar. You knew Touya and Natsuo were very close, in fact, Natsuo knew of Touya’s plans tonight. Not that he approved of them but he wouldn’t spoil it.

Natsuo gave Touya a disapproving look before smiling at you. Shoto nodded in your direction. All of you made idle conversation until Rei told everyone dinner was ready.

Stepping into the dining room was terrifying. Enji sat at the head of the table and Rei sat down beside him. You followed Touya sitting as far away from Enji as you could. You shouldn’t have agreed to this. You prayed the focus would stay off of you but you knew it wouldn’t. There was a reason Touya brought you, he knew his family well. Enji was predictable.

The conversation went well for a while. Rei asked polite questions every once and a while in between everything. Just when you thought you’d get through the dinner without anything happening Enji looked to you.

“What quirk do you have?” The man cut to the chase. You gulped before answering.

“I don’t have a quirk, sir.” You answered.

Growing up wasn’t easy being quirkless. You had other children bullying you, teasing you, saying horrible things all because you didn’t have a quirk. But most of the time you were your own worst enemy. It hurt watching everyone around you getting exciting quirks while you waited and waited only to find that you didn’t have one.

Not to mention you always dreamed of being a hero but that dream was quickly ended. It was bad enough what you thought about yourself, you didn’t need others saying the same things confirming the truth.

“Touya, you dare to bring this worthless girl into our house.” Enji started. “Do you think I’d ever allow you to waste your time with someone who would only make this family worse?”

It was pitiful, you weren’t proud but tears started streaming down your face. You stood up and ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind you before sliding to the ground. You covered your face with your hands, trying to stop the tears. You could hear the stunned silence outside the door before chaos broke out.

“What is wrong with you? How could you say that to a guest at dinner?” Rei scolded, sounding far angrier than you thought possible. “You made her cry!”

“What the hell!” Touya yelled and you could hear his chair fall over as you assumed he stood up.

“What the hell?” Natsuo chimed in. “You’re the one who thought it’d be fun to have her pretend to be your girlfriend. You really didn’t think this would happen? What kind of friend are you? Did you even think about her feelings?”

“What kind of joke were you trying to pull?” Fuyumi jumped in sounding upset.

It was hard to make out what was being said as everyone was talking at the same time. After a few moments it died down and you heard footsteps approach. You looked around the bathroom praying there would be a window you could squeeze out of. Sadly the only window was far too small to get through.

There was a knock on the door.

“I know you’re in there.” Touya’s voice was soft. “Please. Let me in.”

You considered letting him stay out there for a bit but decided against it. You opened the door from your position on the floor, just enough for him to get in. Touya looked at you with a sad expression before sitting down next to you, the side of his thigh against yours.

“I’m sorry isn’t enough.” He said.

“I agreed to this.” You said quietly.

“He’s my father. I knew how awful he was and I never once thought about how you could get hurt. I was being selfish.” He said with a sigh. “I was too busy being an idiot.”

“That’s nothing new.” You teased, giving a sad laugh.

“I didn’t know that it was a sensitive topic. I should have, you’re my best friend. I lo-” Touya cut himself off. “I should have been better to you.”

“I know you didn’t mean it.” You say. Touya could be an idiot but he had never been cruel intentionally to you. “I should have said no, I didn’t tell you.”

“Why didn’t you say no?” He asks.

“I just wanted to help you.” You say. Because I love you, is what you meant.

“I didn’t just ask you piss my dad off.” He says and you look over at him. He lets out a breath before continuing. “I guess I just wanted one night where I could pretend you were my girlfriend.”

That wasn’t what you expected him to say. Your eyes widen.

“W-What?”

“I’ve liked you, for a long time.” He explains with an intense look in his piercing blue eyes. “You’re my best friend, you’re always there for me. You help me when I need it, you make me laugh and I love being around you. Most people I get sick of being around in a few hours but with you, I could spend every minute of my life with you and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

This feels like a dream, suddenly you feel like you can’t breathe and like your hearts going to beat out of your chest.

“Touya, I-” You start but he cuts you off.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I just hope we can still be friends.” He says.

“But I-”

“You really mean so much to me, I would hate to lose you because I-”

This time you cut him off, leaning in to kiss him, silencing his words. Touya catches on quickly and wraps his arms around your waist nearly pulling you onto his lap. You pull back when you need a breath.

“So I take it you feel the same way?” He questions, an eyebrow raised.

“If you stopped cutting me off I was trying to say that, idiot.” You scold.

“Sorry, you know me.” He said before leaning in for another kiss.

You sit there, arms around his neck staring at him with a goofy grin unable to contain the happiness you feel.

“Look at you… Goodness, you’re so cute.” Touya says returning your grin. “How did I get so lucky?”

“I could ask the same.” You smile.

The realization hits that you’re sitting in his family’s bathroom after running out of a family dinner crying. Touya notices your drop-in demeanor.

“Want me to sneak you out and we can get junk food and watch Avatar: The Last Airbender and cuddle till we pass out on your couch?” He asks.

“I sweat you’re the perfect man, even if you are an idiot sometimes.”

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[surveystodestressme]

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What did you think was the worst movie of all time? the haunting of molly hartley

If you could be any celebrity, who would you be and why? i would love to be morgan freeman so i can make him be friends with me irl

Ever buy a bootlegged VHS or DVD? If so, of what? i’m not gonna admit to that

Would you rather watch movies at home or in the theater?: at home but i did used to love going to the movies with my mom

What kind of food do you buy at the theater?: popcorn

What artist do you love to sing along with?: i can sing along to just about anybody

What artist do you think has no right to be as popular as they are?: i don’t like a lot of artists lol

What’s a song that makes you cry? (come on, there has to be one): there’s a couple

What movie makes you laugh so hard your stomach hurts?: there aren’t very many lol i don’t watch a lot of comedies

Are there any dance/action/fighting scenes from a movie you can perform?:  probably not

Is there any movie you can quote word for word?: probably most of the saw movies or the spongebob movie lol

LOVE AND DATING. 

What do you think of kissing on the first date?: it’s cool

Have you ever experienced unrequited love?: like being in love when someone doesn’t love you back right? nah fam

Have you ever dreamt about your crush/significant other?: yeah

Was it a good dream, or a nightmare?: huH?

Do the words “I Love You” scare you?: not really.

Have you ever wanted to ask someone out but didn’t? Why?: plenty of times, just nerves man

Have you ever been on a blind date?: kind of

THE PAST. 

What was your favorite childhood toy?:  i played with polly pockets and brat dolls a lot

Did you play with kids in your neighborhood when you were little?: i did, yeah

How many times have you moved?: i think 4 times total? 

What were your “awkward years”?: when i was a teenager

Did you have a security blanket/stuffed animal you always slept with?: yes, i made it into a pillowcase now lol

What was your favorite childhood TV show?: spongebob

Movie?: childhood movie?  idk probably the spongebob movie lol or mulan i watched them both a lot when i was younger

Did you have lots of new toys or hand-me-downs?: a little bit of both

Is there anything you would change about your childhood if you could? eh

THE FUTURE. 

Do you want to live in the same town for the rest of your life?: the one i’m currently in? i mean, i wouldn’t mind. i like it here

Do you worry about the future a lot?: yeah kind of tbh

What’s the next big event you’re counting down to?: my family coming to visit in a couple of months

What kind of technology advances are you expecting?: actual hoverboards? idk

Do you believe in a date for the end of the world?: sure

How do you think it will come about, anyway? no idea

YOUR THOUGHTS. 

Do you believe in all the teachings of your religion?: i am not religious

If you could go back in time for 1 week, what date would you return to?: i have no idea

What do you feel is the best source of venting sorrow or anger?: reading or writing

Do you believe in magic?: nah

Are computers annoying or helpful?: both

Does laundry really need to be separated into colors and whites?: yes

What’s the best place to meet new people?: i don’t know, work or the club or something

Can the future be predicted?: probably

Why do you fill out these surveys?: because i’m bored

FAVORITES. 

Attraction at a zoo/carnival: anything fast and fun

Brand of peanut butter:   jif i guess

Planet: jupiter

Foreign food: japanese or chinese

Way to torture someone: what???

Flavor of muffin: banana nut

Toothpaste brand: i use whatever is the cheapest they all seem the same to me

Piece of memorabilia in your room: i don’t know

Writing utensil: pencil

Extracurricular activity: bowling

Person to pick on: jack

[babybluebex]

all for you ch.1 [loki odinson x reader]

➽ pairing: loki odinson x fem!reader(y/n) ➽ word count: 1.8k ➽ summary: loki and you strike a deal with odin to save them both, and you have a few words with your new brother.   ➽ warnings: arranged/forced marriage, general angst ➽ a/n: tbh thor is basically my brother irl so yall are kinda meeting my brother here lol

All thoughts of propriety had left me as I stormed into the throne room. Odin was Loki’s father, yes, and therefore my closest friend’s father, but he was still king and Allfather. He was my god and my enemy and, perhaps, my savior. “Odin,” I greeted him quickly. “Do you know what Loki has done?” 

“Y/N, my dear girl,” Odin began. He was obviously flustered by my anger, an emotion that I had never shown to him before. “What’s the matter?” 

“Your son--” I began. Loki entered the room, the doors banging with the force of him, and he interrupted me. 

“Father, I have explanations--” 

“For what?” I cried, turning to him. “You tricked me! What explanation could you possibly have?” 

“Peace, both of you,” Odin said, rising from his throne. “Loki, I was under the impression that you were going to propose. You tricked her? In what way?” 

“I’ll tell you,” I said. “He’ll never tell you the truth. God of tricks, god of lies… Loki found out that I was marrying a different man, and he disguised himself as my fiance! He took my Theoric’s place in the ceremony!” I turned to Loki to see practically no emotion in his eyes. It angered me, how calm he was. I hated him. I had gone from love and adoration to hate and fury in a matter of moments. 

Before I knew it, my hand had lashed out, and I had slapped Loki across his cheek. “You say you love me, and you trick me!” I cried. “What sort of love is born of deceit?” 

The guards at the helm of the throne room stepped forward at my attack on the prince, and Odin was between us in a flash. “Loki,” Odin began. The Allfather was imposing in his gold outfit and braided grey hair, but I could tell that Loki’s ego was overshadowing his father’s. “Did you do this?” 

Loki took a deep breath. “I did,” he admitted. “And I regret absolutely nothing. I told you, you wretch, I told you that you would regret this--”

“You are insane if you think that I’m at fault for this!” I exclaimed. “Loki, I-I trusted you! You were my brother--”

“And now I’m your husband,” Loki spat. “Congratulations.” 

“Allfather, I beg of you,” I said. “Please, tell me there’s a way to reverse this. There has to be, please.” 

Odin looked at me, his jaw tightening as he thought. “I’m sure there is, dear Y/N,” he said. “If there isn’t, I’ll make a way. The royal council meets in a weeks’ time. I’ll propose an annulment then; and a punishment.” 

“Father, a punishment is far too much,” Loki began. “Being married to her is enough--”

“Loki, do you not understand what you’ve done?” Odin growled, stepping to be chest-to-chest with his son. “You are married now. By the laws of Asgard, you are now officially in line for the throne. Not only did you trick Y/N, but you have done something that there might not be a way to reverse. The people will not care too kindly for a king who tricked his queen. You have made an enemy of your wife, your brother, your people, and me. I should banish you.” 

“Why won’t you?” Loki asked. 

Odin sighed. “If I banish you, then I must banish Y/N as well,” he said, and my breath caught in my throat. “She’s done nothing wrong and does not deserve such a punishment. We don’t want Asgard to fall into revolt at your actions, however, so we must keep the reality of this secret.”

“You surely are joking,” I interjected. “What of Theoric? My real fiance?” 

“You don’t need to worry about him,” Loki told me plainly. 

The warmth of anger filled my chest again. “Why?” I asked. “What have you done with him?” Loki shrugged, and the urge to slap him again bubbled up. “Answer me, you fuck!” 

“I did what I had to,” Loki told me. “I killed him.” 

A sob broke my chest. I didn’t quite love Theoric or care for him too deeply, but the thought that Loki had murdered him made my stomach broil. “I…” I began as my tears rolled down my cheeks. “I never want to see you again.” 

“That’s too bad, my darling,” Loki said, and he stepped toward me. I took a step back and tripped on my dress, and Loki reached out to steady me. “We’re married now. You have no choice but to see me, and to love me. Or to pretend to, at least.” 

I tried to steady my breathing and tear myself out of Loki’s grip, but a thousand years of comfort at his hand made me give in and press my head under his chin. “I hate you,” I sobbed, taking fistfuls of his clothes. 

“I know.” 

Keeping the secret from the people of Asgard was one thing. Keeping it from the family was something else. We had no worries of my mother or the priestess revealing our secret, so Odin made me and Loki swear to not tell Frigga, Thor, or Jane. I was in such deep disbelief of the entire situation that I agreed without so much as a second thought. The less people who knew, the easier it was to keep it contained. 

The palace library was often a place of comfort for me as I grew up, and I found myself sitting in my normal place at the window. The sky was pink and orange, the gold city glittering in the sunset, and I tried to imagine what I would be doing had Loki not tricked me. I would be making a home with Theoric, no doubt. I would not be a princess or prospective queen, and I definitely would not be as conflicted as I was. I was angry, so much more than I ever thought was possible, but there was a small part of me that was relieved that I was married to Loki. Marrying the prince had privileges that even I couldn’t deny. I would always have a place to live and a family behind me. That was more than a lot could ask for. 

“Ah, sister!” Came Thor’s booming voice, and I swore that I could have heard his thunder in the ceiling. “I figured that you would be here.” 

As much as Loki was my brother, Thor was as well. He had called me sister for as long as I could remember, and the normalcy comforted me. “Am I that predictable?” I asked with a chuckle. 

“You have always been one to study,” Thor said. He sat down next to me on the cushioned bench, knowing that I would allow it, and he tilted his head curiously. “But you are without a book. Is something wrong?” 

I swallowed thickly and shook my head. “No,” I said. “In fact, everything is quite right. You see… Loki and I were married earlier today.” 

Thor laughed. “I figured it was but a matter of time,” he said. “Congratulations. And where would your husband be, eh?” 

I tried not to let the title faze me. That was my life now. At least, until Odin was able to annul the marriage. And who was to say that the royal council would even agree to that? “With the Allfather,” I answered. “I asked for a moment alone.” 

“Is something the matter?” Thor asked. 

“No,” I said quickly. “I only wished to look at the sunset one last time.”

“One last time before…?” Thor asked. 

“My new life,” I said. “When I wake up in the morning, I’ll be renewed. A princess, someone that has worth.”

“You’ve always had worth, sister,” Thor told me. “To me, and to Loki, and to Father and Mother.”

“More worth, I meant,” I amended quickly. “Did you… When you and Jane were married, did you feel any different than before?” 

Thor frowned and shook his head. “Are you having regrets?”

I drew my knees to my chest. “Not regrets, exactly,” I began. “Anxiety, I think. Just… On the brink of a new life. I think it’s only normal for me to be a bit scared.” 

“Of course,” Thor nodded. “If it helps at all, I think you’ll be fantastic as a princess. And, perhaps, one day, as queen. Loki would not have married you if he didn’t believe in your abilities.” 

“Did he ever tell you that he loved me?” I asked. “I never knew until he proposed. Am I just blind?” 

“He told me once,” Thor said. “A long time ago. But I thought it was a fleeting thing. But now… I’m so very happy for you and my brother. And, please remember that Jane and I are here if you need support of any kind.” 

“Thank you, Thor,” I said softly. I chewed on my tongue, and I finally reached out and wound my arms around him. Thor was a great hugger, and he wasted no time in embracing me tightly. I rested my cheek on his shoulder and clenched my jaw, trying not to cry. I wanted to tell him. I wanted him to know what Loki had done to me and what I was being forced into. But, alas, I had made a promise to my husband’s father. 

“Brother!” Loki said from the doors to the library, and Thor detached himself from me. 

“Congratulations!” Thor exclaimed, standing up, and he strided across the room to hug Loki. “I’m excited for the both of you!” 

“Thank you,” Loki said. He resisted Thor’s hug, but that was normal. “Your support means the world.” Thor unwound himself from around his younger brother, and Loki came to me. I stood up, and Loki put his arms around my waist. Whether it was fake adoration or not, I couldn’t tell, but Loki looked at me with love in his eyes. A thought occurred to me; Loki loved me, but was that why he married me? Or was it purely to spite me for keeping the truth of my engagement from him? I wasn’t sure which option I preferred more. 

“Truly, brother,” I said to Thor. “We were concerned that the family wouldn’t approve.” 

“Why wouldn’t they?” Thor scoffed. “You two are a match made in the halls of Valhalla.” 

“As close as Lo and I are,” I started. “I am still a commoner. It’s unusual for royalty to marry common people.” 

“You were a commoner, my love,” Loki said softly, and he pushed a bit of my hair behind my ear. “That is all behind you now. I am here for you, for the rest of time.” 

I clenched my teeth together, but smiled to keep up appearances. “And I could ask for nothing else,” I said, and I pressed closer to Loki. After a moment, I rose to kiss his cheek, and I spotted the pink flush that infiltrated his face. I had nearly forgotten his confession, and I had to remind myself that there was a hint of real adoration there. But his ultimate motives for tricking me were still unknown. “Only for your love, my darling prince.” 

[jmblyajones]

Eagles: Rewind 3x9

1. Why do y’all think Klara decided to change her mind about staying at the hotel? She decided to leave after her back and forth with Elias and all we see is her hearing the concierge talk about the Kroon drama and the radio talking about it. Maybe she planned on crossing paths with Felicia before them actually crossing paths? Or she didn’t want to leave with everything they are going through?

2. For all the people who sleuthed out Klara was gonna save Felicia, major props! Gosh I really loved seeing Klara run in after her and basically save Felicia’s life.

3. The trauma for both of them is a lot when you think about it. Felicia with everything going on in her family and her personal life being exploited/lied about and everyone just believing an “anonymous source”. Klara being the one to find Felicia like she found her dad except actually being able to save Felicia. The situation was already triggering enough but imagine the ptsd.

So the moment when the girls are in the shower was so important to see and was one of my favorites from the episode. I really loved watching Klara take care of Felicia because of the stark contrast between them in season 1. It’s amazing to see really. S1 Klara was speaking to Felicia in a way that was so removed from any sense of empathy towards her. To see her arms wrapped around Felicia was honestly very beautiful.

4. Klara only remembering Amie’s number. Dare I say that I liked that moment too? Sue me.

5. See when I made the predictions that Ludde would get in to the school, I did not foresee all this hot mess. Not even Ludde’s name being dragged through the mud. Now either the school will change their minds or Amie is gonna hire Ludde to songwrite with her for her tours. That is my prediction.

Also for the Luddicia fans (😂 still getting used to the name)… this situation ain’t getting resolved for a WHILE so buckle up. I mean, you have their break up and this magazine article drama piled on top? That’s a lot to sort through in one episode, even the first few of s4 tbh.

6. I am living for these 3 girls having a moment. Chile, I have been waiting on this for weeks 😂.

Ummm. Klara talking about the sleepover, she and I must have very different definitions of “good times” lmao.

And I’m glad Amie actually apologized to Felicia and said “no what I did was not ok” and I’m glad they both forgave each other. I think the pollen is really thickening up over here, wow!

Look at me, I’m always trying to predict something dramatic. I thought Felicia would find out about Ludde and London in some dramatic fashion.

(random: did y’all see those thick ass fries beside amie? oh my gosh they look so dry!)

Maybe even i’m being dramatic but I noticed this is little parallel of Amie calling Elias about Felicia when they were at the club vs her calling him again at the hotel. interesting stuff.

7. Despite the drama I am happy Mats and Lelia reunited with Felicia. It’s good to see them shift their priorities to what actually matters. All shade.

8. The emphasis, you know I gotta talk about it! The emphasis on Amie and Elias’s hug… you know I gotta slide it in 😂

That little smile he cracked! HER smile! She looked comfortable in his arms. Amie looked like she didn’t wanna let him go chile, WOW. And tbh it didn’t look like Elias side hugged Amie like he did ole girl. Since we can’t see his arms, imma just believe that lol.

Cheers to the small crumbs we can over analyze and over examine to our hearts desires 🥂

9. Props to Felicia reaching out for help. It’s hard but worth it.

I’m really not trying to pop a little laugh out on Felicia sniffling but it’s hard. I totally get it though. When you’ve been crying so hard and for so long, you cannot help that.

Wait, what if Felicia goes to rehab at the end of s3? That would be interesting. S4 she’s a brand new person figuring out what she wants to do with her life.

Y’all think Mats and Petra would get back together? 🙄

10. I really like that Elias and Felicia are communicating what they mean to each other. And I like Felicia telling Elias to be kind to himself too.

Chile I think I am predicting things way way way too big and long for 10 episodes 😂. The amount of things we all thought would happen to Elias. Do you think this is the end of this particular storyline for him or do you think he will still struggle heavily with working himself to the max? I mean, when you put in to perspective that you have everyone internationally and in your backyard believing in Jack’s bs. The whole hockey community will think Elias is some nepotism legacy kid who had everything handed to him. If he wasn’t already, now he has to work 10x harder to prove he is at where he is with hockey because of his actual skills. So, this is a definite we’ll see.

11. Andreas is gonna scare Jack into retracting the article with a gun? Brotha what the hell? Now I really thought this was a relapse moment until the dude said “automatic”. Now do I think Andreas is about to kill this dumbass? no. I think he will try to scare him. The outcome? Up in the air. This whole plan could actually backfire and I would hate to see Andreas get hurt. Lawd, I think this last episode is a school dance/prom episode, it’s giving me very much degrassi flashbacks. Dead and Gone anyone? Lmao I’m not saying the show will get that dramatic but guns and school dances have such a history with teen shows 🤦🏾‍♀️

PS Klara is a hero. It is what it is. She saved this girl’s life. This episode definitely turned my negative feelings about her in to neutral because we still have to see how this love triangle will play out (and yes i’m calling it a triangle even thought amie and elias haven’t disclosed their feelings. we are not dumb lol) and how Klara will react to Amie and Elias. But 3x9 definitely made me look at Klara in a positive light and I liked that.

THOUGHTS?

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

Only Mine Pt. 2

A/N: Part 2! I’m really sorry if there are any grammatical errors. I haven’t updated in a bit, wanted to give you guys something, so I haven’t really proof read... like at all. So yeah, if there’s some weird mistakes it’s that. Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Reader Word count: 2339 Warnings: Implied smut, a few curse words (I think one, tbh)

The Grammys. An artists dream award.

To even be recognized by the Grammys was already a huge deal for any singer, songwriter, or band. But to be nominated for 10 awards? That was a whole other ballgame.

That’s where you stood tonight though. On the large red carpet in a formal ball gown, an off shoulder look with a slit next to your leg, and it was a beautiful emerald green color, Gerard next to you in a solid black tux. Usually he would say no to these events, but it was you. And this could have been the night you received your greatest accomplishment ever, so he was not going to miss it for the world.

Just like Gerard had predicted, My Midnight Boy was an absolute hit. Many were already considering it the album of the decade, and was placed on to Billboard Top 100 at #1 for over 12 weeks, with over half of the songs reaching the top 5. While that was exciting for so many reasons, a lot of other things in your personal life took a 180. For starters, paparazzi were everywhere. Anytime you or Gerard walked out of your New York apartment, a line of at least half a dozen paps were suited with large cameras to take as many photos as possible. When the two of you were together, there were usually 20. So naturally, you both had to hire security. It was never a decision that you wanted to make, it was one that needed to happen.

Next, your band broke up. Apparently, the boys there couldn’t take your individual success and broke up in a screaming fight which left you crying in a studio, and Gerard having to come and console you for a few hours, reminding you that they left because they couldn’t handle your fame and success.

Your fandom also grew immensely, which was great. You loved scrolling through your Instagram and Twitter everyday, only to see hundreds of fans show off your merch. Some even had Y/N Y/L/N themed parties, rooms, and costumes. It was all so overwhelming, in a good way.

You and him had both done numerous interviews at this point. You were especially glad that Gerard was being asked about My Chem, and not just you. And the questions that did come about you, he would always have the sweetest most genuine answers. “She’s honestly the most incredible woman I’ve ever met, and I’m so lucky to have her as my best friend and fiancee.” “She’s a musical genius, honestly. She’s way smarter, way more beautiful, and way more talented than me. Which I’m okay with because she deserves and has earned everything she has.” “She surprises me everyday. She has new, crazy ideas for music. And they all work. She just makes it work.”

And every time you would stand off with a huge smile and even more prominent blush on your face. Finally, at one point, you were asked about Gerard. After all, it was pretty well known now that “My Midnight Boy” was, well, Gerard.

“He’s honestly the best man ever.” You smiled and looked over at him as he just smiled, “I wouldn’t have written as genuine, and heartfelt songs about anyone else. He just makes me feel every emotion, and he’s the one who brings out the best me. He’s my number one supporter, and he always reminds me of that. I couldn’t dream of a more perfect person to spend the rest of my life with.” You could feel your lover squeeze your hand in a small gesture of thanks. You both smiled, departing from that interviewer where your manager met you at the end of the carpet.

“You both did great.” He smiled, “Now the official show starts in about 20 minutes, so they’re beginning to urge everyone to take their seats. Since both of you are done with interviews, it’s probably a good time to head in.” The two of you nodded, being led into the auditorium where you were seated in the first row. Best of the best.

You had an insane amount of people, stars who you had never even dreamt of meeting, coming up and introducing themselves, starting small talk about just how incredible your album was.

You were quite overwhelmed by everything, being at the Grammys hadn’t really sunk in until you were actually there. Gerard could tell, pretty easily, and simply placed his hand on your knee, giving it a lightly squeeze. “It’s okay, sugar,” He whispered into your ear, “You’re doing great.” You gave him a tight smile, him returning one back.

Only a few minutes later, the awards started. You had to admit, it was less glamorized than what seeing it on TV made it out to be. Of course the performances were great, but the moments of complete boredom during commercial breaks and such made you realize were so many stars had complained some about the Grammys.

“After this,” You yawned during once of the breaks, placing your head on Gerard’s shoulder, “Can we go home and eat get some Chinese take out?” “Whatever you want, love.” He kissed the top of your head. You and him were not into much PDA, so anything beyond a hand hold or kiss was a lot.

“And a movie?” You asked next and he smiled.

“Of course, darling.” You smiled back, picking your head back up. The show restarted, both of you sitting back up as they continued going through some of the smaller categories, finally hitting the large ones.

“Next up, we have song of the year.” The two announcers smiled. They went through a list of artists along with their songs, Ariana Grande, Beyonce, and a few more were included, “Cardigan, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” They said and you smiled, Gerard next to you smiling as well as the cameras flashed to the two of you.

“And the award goes to...” It took them a few moments to open the card, your heart beginning to race. You grabbed onto Gerard’s hand, giving it a squeeze, and him squeezing back as your eyes went wide in anticipation, breaths caught in your throats.

“Cardigan, Y/F/N Y/L/N!” You heard cheering as you let out both a breath and a huge smile. You stood up with Gerard, who was already standing and clapping as you gave him a hug, him immediately hugging you back and giving you a kiss on the lips as the cheers continued. You only stayed for a few seconds before smiling at him again, and running up to the stage to the best of your abilities.

You hugged the two announcers as they handed you your very own Grammy. You looked at it only for a brief moment, holding it while you walked up to the mic. “Okay, so this is absolutely insane.” You sighed as a few people began laughing. “This is my first Grammy ever, and to even be able to be nominated for something like this was enough for me. But winning is beyond my wildest dreams.” You took a brief pause to actually breathe, “I want to thank all my friends and family who let me follow my passions and dreams of being a musician, I would like to thank my wonderful fiancee and muse who, without him, this song and no other song on that album would have been written. And I would like to thank every single fan who has stuck by me through thick and thin. You guys are what keeps me running every day and give me motivation to keep pushing my music further even when it may seem like I can’t, or it’s impossible. This is just so crazy, but thank you everyone!” You smiled as the cheers re-erupted, the trophy being taken away from your temporarily.

You found yourself right back in your loving fiancees arms before sitting back down. “You just won a Grammy.” He sat in awe and began lightly laughing, “You just won a Grammy!” “I know!” You responded, too in shock. “I really hope you do realize I couldn’t have ever done it without you though.” You smiled at him.

“Oh, please,” He scoffed, “You’re a musical genius. You could easily do anything without me.” “But you’re my muse!” You defended.

“Which is extremely flattering, thank you.” He gave you a peck on the lips, “But seriously, you deserve every inch of that award. You worked hard for it. You deserve it.” You smiled up at him.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” “Oh, not nearly as incredible as you darling.” By the end of the night, you had managed to do what almost no other artist had done. Won 10 Grammys in one night.

You stood on the large red carpet, dozens of Grammy logos behind you as you yourself held 10 trophies, stacked on one another, up to your chin. You smiled at all the cameras, flashing from a million different directions, your name being yelled over and over as they tried to get your attention.

Finally, you got the okay to walk off, a few people helping to retrieve your awards, which would later get your name engraved into them. At the end, behind everyone and all the chaos was your manager and Gerard, who both stood and smiled at you. You ran into his arms, giving him a tight hug as he gave you one back.

“I’m so proud of you.” He smiled down at you, your height difference pretty visible.

“Thank you.” You smiled like a fool giving you a quick kiss.

“I can’t believe it, Y/N,” Your managed spoke, “You did it!” You nodded and gave him, too, a hug. “This is huge. I mean, absolutely huge!” You nodded. “You set a record, you have 10 Grammys, I mean-” “It feels too good to be true.” You commented and he nodded. “Are you two heading to any of the after parties?” You shook your head, “I assumed not.” He smiled, “Which actually makes my life easier because I don’t have to go and monitor either.” You lightly laughed, “Well you two go home, and relax. Have some fun, but not too much fun.” He smirked.

“Oh shut up.” You rolled your eyes and waved as you and Gerard went to the back entrance to be picked up by a driver who was taking you back to your LA home.

Gerard opened the front door, letting you in first, and closing it once he got in. You slipped off your shoes with a sigh. “I think I’m gonna go upstairs, take off my makeup and all.” You lightly smiled at him. “I’ll come with you.” He smiled back. The two of you ran up the stairs like foolish teenagers in love, stumbling from one stair to another before reaching the top floor and running to the master bedroom, Gerard shutting the door eagerly behind you.

He immediately ran up to you after that, giving you a long and passionate kiss. You melted into him, letting him gently push you onto the plush bed. “So we’re on the same page?” You pulled away for a brief moment to catch some air. He lightly laughed.

“Yeah, babe.” He went right back to his assault on your lips, moving down to your neck and collarbone, finding your sweet spot quickly where you let out a loud moan. “Gee,” You begged and he hummed.

“Yes, baby doll?” He inquired, looking up to you from where he continued to plant kisses on your collar bone.

“Please.” Your strained and needy voice sounded.

“Please, what, baby?” He teased you a bit and you lightly huffed.

“Just fuck me.” You said with confidence this time.

“Your wish is my command.”

That led you to laying beside him, your body covered in both his and your own sweat. His arm was tightly wrapped around you as he played with your hair. He gave you a quick kiss. “Where’re you going?” You whined. He looked back and lightly laughed.

“To clean you up, sugar.” He lightly smiled, walking into the en suite. “I don’t deserve you.” You muttered and smiled, pulling the duvet over your bare body.

“I could say the same for you.” He smiled, coming back with a towel. “You’re just too damn perfect.” He sighed.

“Oh, c’mon Gee, don’t lie to you or me.”

“I mean it,” He climbed into bed next to you, “You are perfect.”

“Sure,” You sighed, he leaned in and gave you a kiss.

“I’m going to work my entire damn life to make you understand you’re perfect if I have to.” You placed your head on his shoulder.

“I love you.” You smiled up at him.

“I love you too.” He smiled back.

“Now can we get Chinese food.” He lightly laughed.

“Yes, of course.” He got up, wrapping himself in a towel, “And then watch Star Wars?” He asked hopefully.

“Yeah, what else we would watch?” “I don’t know,” He sighed, “A horror movie-” “I don’t like those, Gee.” You whined.

“I know,” He smiled, “That’s why we don’t watch them.” You got up yourself, taking part of a throw blanket to cover yourself as you walked into your walk in closet, grabbing your Star Wars PJs.

“Gee,” You called into his closet, “You better be wearing your-” “Star Wars PJs? Yeah, I know.” He walked out with them on, and you with yours.

“Perfect.” You smiled and he wrapped an arm around you.

“You know I am so proud of you, right?” He looked over at you as you were walking down the stairs. You smiled, blushing and involuntarily covering your face with your sleeves to hide it. “Oh c’mon! I wanna see your pretty face.” He complained.

“Thanks.” You looked up at him lightly, still shying away from the praise.

“C’mere sugar.” He opened up your arms which you walked in as he held you tightly, kissing the top of your head. “You really are perfect. Too perfect, but perfect.”

[cannotescape]

Gretchen's experiment is unsociological, actually

I'll try to explain to the best of my ability why Gretchen's experiment feels so off. Spoilers: it's because it's dumb af and could never have happened in real life. Let's begin!

Before anything, I would like to state that yeah, I'm aware that Gretchen's experiment is meant to be flawed because she's a villain, and the show wants to drive the point home. Were there subtler ways to do it without making her completely idiotic? Maybe. But I would have accepted it if the show hadn't try to pass this experiment as sociological, when it just... isn't.

Why the experiment couldn't have happened in real life:

- the funding: it's well known: getting grants to fund your research project is hell, especially in humanities or social science, where private investors can't make money on your results lol. So Gretchen being able to conduct not one, but probably two experiments on an island? excuse me while I laugh

ok to be fair, the funding is kinda explained: she obviously managed to convince private investors (but even that isn't really explained yet like... what did she promise them? that the results would be good for them? that they could use the results for their own interest? <== all of these are unsociological. you can't predict the results and absolutely can't convince someone of what results you're gonna get before the experiment even starts wtf).

- the ethics: like we all know this shit isn't legal anyway, but let's pretend it is for a minute. Is it ethical? the answer couldn't be more obvious. Why is it important in the sociological field though? Ethics in science has been an ongoing issue: how to treat the test subjects obviously, but also how people could use the results your research produces (hi Oppenheimer!). Among social science and humanities disciplines, sociological studies (and psychological studies) are more likely to be unethical, because you're directly studying humans and human interactions.

More and more ethical committees are created in universities and you can be sure that Gretchen's experiment wouldn't have been approved (is it why she's been fired in the first place?). Actually, having Gretchen be independant from any university kinda helps to remove the ethical question from the equation: she doesn't have to be approved by her peers ==> she can do all the unethical shit she wants and hurts young girls. great.

That being said, and because sociological studies are at risk of being unethical, we learn pretty early on how to make our studies ethical. the first rule being: you have to inform the participants in the study that they're being studied lol. you can't just go behind their back and do everything you want. And yeah, it can make them more suspicious and their behavior may change, but if you're a good sociologist, this is something you can analyze! First rule of sociology: everything is worth noticing. And after a while (or if your poll has a lot of respondents), the discrepencies disappear anyway. Also a very important thing: as a researcher, you're not here to help people or make them feel better (or worse for that matter), you're here to observe and draw conclusions. You have to try and have as little influence on the experiment as possible.

obviously, Gretchen failed all those rules. The "they're on their own" speech doesn't hold up because she influenced the study from the start by choosing the girls, which leads us to...

- the sample: this is probably the dumbest thing in the experiment lmao. Because... what is Gretchen trying to prove? that women are essentially better rulers than men or can create a better society if they're left by themselves (feel free to correct me on this one. my brain mysteriously shut down each time Gretchen started to talk). For one, removing girls from a patriarchal society won't make them forget what's been ingrained in them for years and how society has built them to begin with. As teenage girls, the unsinkable 8 have already suffered from primary (their family) AND secondary socialization (school, friends etc.) Their behavior, personality and aspiration in life have been altered by society, and we actually see it in the show! Removing them now and acting like what they're doing is in no way linked to the way society shaped them is???? astounding.

Side note but a scientifically better (but even more horrific) experiment would have been a group of girls, separated from the rest of society at birth, with the unsinkable 8 as a group control.

Even more ridiculous than that: Gretchen is trying to prove this... with 8 american girls... who obviously haven't been chosen at random... like... there's no way a real sociologist would do this. We learn in first year that we need to choose our analysis tools and our samples based on what we want to analyze. You want to analyze how patriarchy affect women and want to universalize your result? You can't choose qualitative tools, you'll have to use quantitative analysis lmao. And with a big fucking sample at that, a sample chosen randomly to display sub-groups if you want it to be representative. I'm talking thousands of people if it's only US centric. 8 fucking girls lol, give me a break.

To be fair, qualitative and quantitative works often complete each other, but Gretchen never mentions any quantitative analysis so I will take this as just another proof of her incompetence.

- Gretchen's theory: her theory itself is unsociological. It sounds a lot like essentialism which is... the opposite of sociology. Sociologists try to find social explanations (and not psychological or biophysical reasons) to an event or a behavior.

As stated, sociologists rarely try to prove things. They observe a phenomenon and ask themselves what could have caused it. One of the first things to do before a study is actually listing all the biases you could have about the subject (Durkheim's "prénotions") and letting them go or at least be aware of them so it won't hinder the results you could potentially find. The observation must be as impartial and non-judgemental as possible. In the show, Gretchen's prénotions are in full play: we live in a patriarchal society (this one is true, but you have to question it all the same), and women are better leaders than men. ==> unsociological

Again, I would have found the experiment part annoying but wouldn't have complained too much if the writers hadn't made it clear that they were trying to portray a sociological experiment lol. It was confirmed in an interview and the "field notes" are pretty telling. Actually, the field notes are a better sociological study than Gretchen's experiment, how sad. Beyond that, the method used by the characters in the show is also inspired by the sociological method:

- (so called) passive observation with the team watching and monitoring the girls from afar (but the team is still interfering so...)

- direct participative observation in Jeanette's case: you observe and take field notes while being immersed in the subjects' environement. Nora is doing this too actually: she's writing clear social facts in her notebook. "No one's cried for a while. No one even seems that afraid anymore. Still, it's been healing for some." This is sociological

- semi structured interviews in the bunker. They're probably the most sociological part of the experiment tbh. Ironic considering Faber is a psychologist but whatever. Toni's interview is the most representative of what a semi structured sociological interview looks like: the non-judgemental questions ("Why does seeing that make you smile?"), the follow-ups when the answer is unclear or could be more precise ("I'm wondering if you can expand on "cocktease"?"), the specific questions on what a subject thinks of a specific event and why they're thinking it in the first place without making assumptions ("Were any of you alarmed by Leah's behavior?"). It doesn't last long. When Toni answers evasively and doesn't cooperate, Faber drops the sociology charade: "It sounds to me like it was a pretty unsettling loss of control" lololol. neutrality who? You can also point out that something the subject said is at odds with something usually accepted, to better understand how they justify it (like when Faber says that Toni's "alone is safer" is not "the conventional wisdom"). All of this is sociological. Too bad the experiment is not. This interview is also a far cry from what Faber is doing to Leah in episode 6 (and there's 0 value to the "data" he pulled actually, sorry Gretchen).

- the fucking control group. It is a sociological tool. I know for a fact it won't be used well, for the same reasons the sample was a joke.

I don't know, I find it frustrating that the show is clearly trying to show Gretchen's experiment as flawed, while keeping a veneer of scientificity to hide behind. Gretchen is not, and could never be a sociologist,.

[jiangwanyin]

(simply impossible to settle on 5 characters so here's 6 instead hjksgfjxc) wei wuxian, lan wangji, jiang cheng, xiao xingchen, lan xichen, and xue yang for 9, 11, 17… also a few of my own prompts: be a personal assistant for, go on holiday with?? 💖💕💗💌💘💞💖💗

ashleigh my loveeee thank you i would expect nothing less from you and i adore those prompts!!! 💓💖💕💗💘💖💕 also this probably goes without saying but impeccable character choices i love all six of them very much 😌

9. fake-married to for undercover reasons

oh i feel like wei wuxian would definitely be my best bet here, he'd probably be happy to and good enough at putting on a believable act just for the hell of it, we'd get along well & have a laugh about it, we're both relatively open and shameless so i doubt holding hands or being slightly over the top affectionate to sell the show would be too hard for either of us and a bit of bickering and me rolling my eyes at him would most likely just make it all the more realistic, that is unless lan wangji was anywhere nearby because he'd just make heart eyes at him and completely ignore me and we'd be found out in under a minute

xiao xingchen my beloved<3 we have similar enough ideologies and personalities to get along really smoothly, i feel like he'd be easy to fall into a sort of cozy domestic relationship with, he's a bit insecure but *cracks knuckles* that's something i can work with and he's probably a little less used to or comfortable with bigger public displays of affection but then again i didn't see him complain when xue yang put his hand on his ass after to his knowledge knowing him for approximately one day so we probably wouldn't run into any issues there either and we'd have a great time bonding over being insufferable idealists and having an incurable i can fix him disease!! sounds perfect to me

again, i don't think he's really the type to pretend but lan xichen would be equally ideal for this, he's great company, kind and compassionate and easy to get along with and he's patient and even tempered where i'm.... well, not either of those things so i like to think we're simultaneously similar enough and balance each other out alright to have a very harmonic dynamic going on, i'm not entirely sure how convincingly romantic it'd actually be but it'd work well enough and tbh we'd have a good time just hanging out (and just maybe i'd take trying to find ways to make the brilliant zewu-jun flustered as a challenge to spice things up a little<3)

okay realistically he should be a lot lower on this list because he'd probably just murder me and even if he didn't for whatever reason, i doubt it'd have a happy ending, but i just think xue yang and i would make a very interesting team and could probably manage a divorced couple giving reconciliation an attempt dynamic? meaning he'd try and hate me but i'd just channel my inner xiao xingchen ✨ apart from that i'm picturing a lot of arguing and agressive hand holding and getting unnecessarily competitive about it but it just might work. i think. possibly.

lan wangji. oh i love him but i just don't think we could pull it off, the thing is that i adapt pretty well to others, but if the other person is quiet to begin with, i just stay quiet too but you know, we'd be efficient about it? we'd make up for the lack of chemistry by having a good understanding of the other person and figuring out the situation quickly enough, i think we'd make a good team and the rest of the time would be spent reading in comfortable silence next to each other or something, he'd be too reserved and earnest (and let's be honest, too in love with wei wuxian) to do anything more or really pretend and i'm unfortunately way too similar and simply Not naturally good at being loud and easygoing at all if i'm not getting a certain energy from the other person and lan wangji bless him is just not one of those people

yeah yeah i feel really bad about this too but as much as i adore him, i just think jiang cheng would be objectively terrible at any sort of undercover thing and is far too emotionally constipated to act openly in love and too traumatized to even let me get close to him so it'd probably go atrociously, the only way i could see it being anything other than an utter disaster is barely tolerating each other or talking for two weeks, ending up in a tight spot together and bonding over something slightly mean like other people's incompetence and grudgingly realising that we actually get along alright and would probably both start putting a little more effort into the whole fake marriage thing but i still don't realistically think it'd look like anything more than a tentative friendship?

11. to drag them away from a big fight because they’re injured

xiao xingchen. no explanation here, i just think he deserves it and could do with someone taking care of him for a change<3

lan xichen for similar reasons 😇

wei wuxian, i don't trust him to know his limitations and if wen qing isn't around someone's got to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid and overexert himself

jiang cheng. the only reason he isn't any higher on the list is because i don't think he'd appreciate it much and would probably be way too proud and bitchy about it but honestly i'd rather die than admit weakness so i really can't blame him there

lan wangji, he's the smartest one of the lot and i trust him to know what he's doing so he wouldn't be my priority

xue yang. i love him but i also think he deserves to suffer a little and he's probably the one who started the whole fight so maybe this'll teach him how to deal with the consequences, he could do with that

17. cook dinner for

jiang cheng and wei wuxian, i'm lumping them in together here because they're always a package deal and should not be separated we all saw how that worked out (i'm not crying you're crying) and they're canonically shown to thoroughly enjoy a good home cooked meal, i doubt my dishes could compare to yanli's lotus and rib soup but i think they'd appreciate it regardless

arguably he doesn't deserve it but xue yang because i don't think a great many people ever cooked him dinner and it'd do him good with some obligatory candy to go with the meal afterwards of course<3

i think assuming we're friends, lan wangji would also be rather appreciative in his own quiet way? i'd probably make him something veggie based and considerably less spicy than for the yunmeng siblings and we'd go and feed the rabbits and possibly a tiny a-yuan with the leftover carrots :,)

xiao xingchen for reasons stated above. knowing him he'd probably even join me in the kitchen to lend a hand bless him

it feels unnecessarily rude to leave him till last but lan xichen, obviously it would be lovely to cook for him and hopefully he'd like it too i just don't have quite as strong feelings about this scenario involving him as i evidently do when it comes to some of the others 😳

be a personal assistant for

ooo definitely lan xichen i just know he'd be an amazing boss and would probably be incredibly understanding and helpful and tell me i'm doing a good job every time and we both know i thrive on praise and reassurance, jin guangyao had the right idea there, i think all of us could do with daily affirmations from lan xichen<3 nothing quite like it<3

xiao xingchen because working closely with him sounds very lovely and i wouldn't mind running errands or dealing with correspondence for him because he'd also be appreciative and kind about it

alright i'm not saying it'd be pleasant but jiang cheng because at least he's pretty reliable and organized and i would probably be very keen on trying to impress him but would undoubtedly get myself fired one week in because i'm also incapable of keeping my opinion to myself and do not enjoy being bossed about and make it vv obvious

lan wangji. he'd give clear instructions, have reasonable demands, maybe his expectations are a little high and the work environment a bit dry and i'd have to work hard but it'd probably pay off in the end?

just going by level of friendliness and how easy and enjoyable it'd be he should be higher on the list but i'm simply not flexible and easygoing enough to deal with wei wuxian's schedule and general messiness i'm afraid

xue yang because he'd frankly be quite likely to make me kill people for him and i do have a moral code to live up to so no thanks—

go on holiday with

alright these answers already feel very xichen-centric but i'm just going to have to say lan xichen yet again because i feel like we'd be into similar things and would probably have a great and very chill time sightseeing and relaxing together

similarly predictably xiao xingchen, i stand by him being absolutely lovely company and being able to find enough common interests with him too to have plenty to do that we'd both enjoy very much

lan wangji!! perfect quiet and reliable companion to go to museums and libraries etc with and with trustworthy organization skills no less!! no last minute changes to the plan or lost plane tickets or anything unexpected and we could just avoid crowds together which sounds like bliss, i might enjoy someone a tad bit more talkative which is why he's only in third place, but overall it sounds very peaceful and simultaneously productive, we'd definitely be able to tick everything off our list of things to see and do

alright so i don't think our general pace for doing things or ideal holiday destinations would match perfectly but i like to think i'd get along just fine with jiang cheng too, he'd be a bit annoying and we'd likely get equally agitated about delayed flights or bad customer service and whatnot so i'm not sure how relaxing it'd actually be but we'd probably find a couple of things to do we'd both enjoy and the rest of the time wouldn't mind doing things separately and then reuniting in the hotel and going out for dinner

i'm really sorry about this but wei wuxian, he's way too spontaneous and while we'd definitely have fun just hanging out, he'd be bored out of his mind after five minutes doing the stuff i like doing on holiday and i'm too antisocial and not remotely adventurously enough to enjoy the things he'd probably want to do but i do believe we'd find a suitable compromise, i mean he is married to lan wangji and compared to him i actually am quite sociable i swear

xue yang, i really do enjoy him as a character and with a stretch of my imagination i can definitely imagine situations where we would probably be alright unless he's feeling particularly homicidal but i simply don't think we have anything in common or that there's much of an overlap between what we imagine a good holiday to be like i'm afraid

give me 5 characters to rank in a situation