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alr alr alr so hear me out just HEAR me out right
Gaz. Right, right. Showing the reader he's a certified munch. Right. Idk how it would go. I imagine he maybe helped them out with something and they owe him a solid and then bro just like "fuq all this sexual attention bruv. Bring dat arse here and let me sip on ye like sum fine wine" or sumn. Idk. BUT PLS CONSIDER IT PLS I LOVE THIS MAN SOO MUCH
Tip the Driver
summary: you go above and beyond the call of duty and it earns you a certain operator's constant attention and adoration. he's insistent that he pays you back... and you're utterly shocked at what he suggests.
t/w's: canonical violence, blood, GSW, Gaz eating pussy like a champ, fem-reader, fem oral receiving, dirty talk, fingering, female orgasm, male orgasm, public?fuck,... probably missed a bunch..
MRAP's didn't make for the best office... but it was yours whether or not you liked it all that much or not. Between the .50 cal bolted to the roof and the unmoveable windows, it made for a shitty view just about everywhere you received orders to go. Be it sand and dusty nothingness or abandoned and flaming city streets with car alarms blaring after a bomb strike. Your "office" hardly proved to be comfortable, but no one could contest your ability to drive the damn thing and keep the men inside of it safe.
The most important of all was Task Force 141 on the frequent occasions that your specialist skills were necessary for getting the boys in and out of a tight situation when a helo couldn't be afforded. It was a pain in the ass job that hardly anyone ever wanted... and you couldn't say that you'd initially volunteered for it either. You'd been forced after multiple vehicle squads declined to work with the 141.
Nothing ever went to plan with them.
It all happened far too quickly.
What started as a simple insertion by vehicle turned into nearly inescapable hellfire raining down on the sides of your armored truck. Banging heavy brass and lead rounds against the walls and drowning out the sounds of Captain Priceâs orders. The whole plan went to shit the first second an RPG took a nose dive less than fifteen feet in front of your truck; stalling the movement of the small convoy and pinning you between two rocky cliffs pinched off and slowly closing up even tighter.
One moment you were doing the only thing asked of you: drive Task Force 141 through the gap to the small terrorist encampment on the other side, and hide yourself until they needed a quick escape. The next you were knelt down in the back, tightening down a tourniquet around Kyle Garrickâs thigh and preparing with shaky hands to pack a steadily bleeding bullet wound. There was hardly a second to think about anything, much less second guess your best instincts after Soap and Ghost hauled Gaz back to the truck and made a very harsh demand that you âpack him tightâ.
Honestly, you didnât even know what that meant. But Gaz -in all his inhuman strength- had enough patience and discipline to ignore the pain he was feeling to walk you through exactly what it took to keep him from bleeding out before you could get him somewhere for real medical attention. From cutting his own pant leg open to handing you each tool or material necessary, Kyle couldnât have been a better patient to learn with. But it didnât make you feel any better for looking up at him every few seconds and seeing him practically chewing on his own belt to keep from screaming or cracking his teeth.
âDoinâ good sweetheartâŠâ
âThatâs it, keep it -fuck- keep it tight like thatâŠâ
âCanât be shy with me. Need you to be tough, mâkay?â
Every little praise or motivation he gave made eased your worries, but damn if you didnât feel the littlest bit guilty for needing a wounded man to give you reassurance. It shouldâve been the opposite. You easing his nerves. Telling him heâd be okay, and that there wasnât anything to worry about. But there wasnât a single thing you could do except following his directions to the letter, and hope that he didnât pass out before you could finish up.
âFor a gearhead, youâve got nice handsâŠâ
âArenât you a little too pretty to get stuck drivinâ us around?â
The longer you stayed in the back with Gaz, trying to mop up the blood pooling on the floor and around him, the more invested he became with you; not just what you were doing to make sure he didnât die. Naturally, youâd known Kyle well enough to say you were acquaintances but it was never significant enough to say more than a friendly hello and goodbye when you caught each otherâs attention. But with each milliliter of blood lost, Kyle Garrick began losing that well-mannered silence he was so often teased about. Enjoying the sight of you that close to you, and mentioning even the smallest little goofy detail he could muster up in half-consciousness.
âGaz⊠you need to rest,â Youâre hardly able to get the words out with all of the anxiety you have building with each bullet lodging itself in the side of your truck. âCanât have you leaving usâŠâ He just chuckles with a little wince. Leaning his head back against the back of your driverâs seat with one hand resting over his thigh and the other instinctively resting on the grip of his pistol still tucked against his hip.
âNot leaving if youâre around⊠sâpecially now that iâve got your attention..â He gives a shy little smile. âYouâre a really pretty for a MRAP driver⊠well⊠the only pretty oneâŠâ His eyes cut down and away from yours. âBut stillâŠâ
Youâd have been mush with such a cute admission had it not been for the firefight happening just outside your vehicle. And it was the limit of your power to ensure that Gaz was stable until there wasnât a shot fired and you heard a nearly breathless all-clear from Captain Price outside. When the back doors swung open, the rest of Task Force 141 took in the sight of your blood-soaked gear, red-stained hands, sweat dripping down your neck, and Kyle slumped against you sleeping off the exhaustion with a fairly decent field dressing.
They were impressed.
Enough so that Price ordered Ghost to drive and let you sit in the back next to Gaz who had unconsciously laid up against you like a body pillow of sorts. Your mission had been busted by bad intel and a tip-off. It led to all of you regrouping back at base.
The 141 hauling Kyle off to the infirmary to get legitimate treatment, and you back to the garage where your truck had been shot to hell and back and needed repairs⊠If you could make them.
It was a good thing youâd been in a MRAP⊠but even they could only take so much abuse before bulletproof panels started bending and cracking under pressure. On first inspection youâd seen the pinholes of light shining from the garage lights through the walls onto the blood-stained floor in the back. And that was an entirely different struggle youâd been attempting to overcome. Seeing the dark red remanence of Gazâs injury puddled and dried all over the desert tan painted floor. Youâd been so upset by it that you attempted to scrub it off by hand since nothing else had worked. For two days you scrubbed at it⊠your squad mates passing by to yet again see you down on your hands and knees with a scrub brush, hot water, and bleach. But youâd hardly made a dent in the unmistakable stains by the time that Gaz was given full release from the doctors on staff.
Fuck, the only reason you knew that was because heâd been the one to come and find you still scrubbing at the back of your truck.
The light tap on the open back door halted your frenzied scrubbing. Looking up from the pink-tinged bubbles surrounding your hands, you came to meet Kyle standing there a bit stiffly with a somewhat curious look on his face.
âSorry about thatâŠâ His apology isnât exactly a joke, but you can tell that a part of it bothers him. âIâm normally not that messy.â
âYou hardly have a reason to be sorry.â You feel responsible for reassuring him. Having it in the back of your mind that without saying it, heâd go on believing that you were inconvenienced by the whole ordeal, instead of deeply, and for some reason -very- emotionally protective. âItâs the least I can do to let you bleed in my truck.â
Kyle chuckled, stiffly moving to pull himself up into the vehicle. He sat down even more slowly with his boots facing away from the stain youâd been scrubbing at. âI guess you have had at least a couple fingers shoved inside my thigh⊠maybe weâre even?â
He earns a laugh from you.
Probably the most genuine one youâve let out since the day he got injured. Gaz canât help but be reminded of just how pretty you are in that moment. Kneeling there with a mop bucket and suds of soap surrounding your knees with baby hairs sticking to the sweat on your forehead. Heâd not been too under the influence to exaggerate just how pretty he thought you were. And the fact that your job entailed driving on an equal skill level to being part of the presidential motorcade certainly added attraction points.
That little crush he nursed was ignored as much as possible. But remembering small flashes of your worried face looking over him a few days back haunted every waking moment of his day. While a little crush on a pretty girl was one thing, adding fuel to that fire was burning Kyleâs self-control into ashes.
He wanted to think there was some way of⊠flirting with you, he supposed. Giving a hint that he wasnât just coming to waste time in the garage with you because of how well you shoved gauze into the hole in his thigh. But he could only think of one decent idea⊠and damn if he didnât think it was the most feral thing heâd ever dreamt up. Seeing you just sitting there like that enticed his pain-med-laced thoughts with enough eroticism to even make Soapâs head spin like a fucking top.
âYou feeling okay Gaz?â The sound of your voice breaks him from the thoughts.
His nods, one hand sliding over the heavily bandaged spot on his thigh under his pants. âYeah, just thinking about somethingâŠâ
Your eyebrows quirk up. âWhatâs that? Must be important for you to be staring off into nothingness like that.â
âJust how Iâm going to pay you back for keeping me alive.â He smiles, lazily drawing his gaze down to look at you. His forearms resting on his thighs gently, looking down at you sitting just out of armâs reach on the floor. âAnd I think I know how to do it.â
Kyleâs wide stance and downright confident swagger merely sitting there makes the slight bleach smell in the air pale in comparison to the dizziness his heavy gaze does. From the black boots, to the jeans, hoodie and black baseball cap, heâs nothing short of pure masculine energy. And fuck does he know it. Screaming felt like an appropriate response to his comments, yet the only think that could come out of your mouth was a nervous giggle. Soft and a little hesitant. Flashing your nervous anxiety like a white flag right in Kyleâs face.
âSomethinâ funny?â He smirked a little, adjusting the bill of his cap and tugging it down closer to his eyebrows. You shake your head ânoâ, trying to recover and sober up quickly.
âOh, no⊠please, do tell.â He presses smoothly, dark eyes brightening with what you can only compare to champagne and chocolate diamonds glittering in warm, cocktail bar lighting. Enticing⊠rich⊠and oh-so-pretty.
âJust, sounded a little suggestive is all.â You smile, saying it with an uncertainty that wavers between it being a joke, and a question as to his seriousness. Trying to keep the ball in his court as not to foul up on whatever kind of situation Kyle came here to trap you in.
If itâs naturally possible, his eyes darken. âWhat if I was being a lot more suggestive?â His upper body leans a little closer. âWhat would you think then?â You feel your own stomach twist into tight knots.
âIâd think youâre crazy.â
Gaz laughs. Actually laughs out loud, and grins down at you.
âCrazy, huh?â He reaches a hand out, fingertips touching the underside of your chin and guiding your face up to meet his. His huffs a little chuckle, almost mesmerized by you and the way you think. âWell, I might just be,â He answered quietly.
âBut that isnât going to stop me.â You swallow thickly, feeling his thumb brush over the swell of your bottom lip ever so softly.
âStop you from doing what exactly?â Gaz chuckles lowly again, giving a moment to look at the blood stain on the floor and the hell of a time youâd been having trying to remove it.
âShowing you the one other time I donât mind making a mess.â
***
You canât be sure if itâs just how time suddenly bends around Gaz, or if you just canât care enough to keep track of it. But you find yourself sitting naked in the drivers seat of your own MRAP, pants hanging from one ankle, shoes lost somewhere in the cab, and your panties shoved into Gazâs back pocket. Be an hour or five, youâd already lost count of the times Kyle gave you the same praise as he did when you were helping patch him up.
Only this time, he was muffling your screams of pleasure with his hot mouth pressed against yours and fingers so deep inside your cunt that it was almost too easy to make you come for him. Your slick dripped from your clenching pussy into the fabric seat cover, soaking Kyleâs whole hand and your ass.
âThatâs it⊠such a pretty pussyâŠâ His low rumbling praise against your ear feels like electric static running down your spine. âWhat a lucky man⊠getting to shove my fingers in it, and see how wet I can make you.â
Lithe digits massage against the squishy front wall of your cunt, while his other hand doubles to put pressure on your stomach while rubbing at your clit with his fingertips all at the same time. Youâre helpless to do more than let your head heavily thump against the tinted window behind you and squeeze your eyes shut to keep from utterly losing your mind. Kyle Garrick has turned you into a whimpering, messy, slutty-looking mess. And god is he more than happy to let you know just how good it looks from his angle.
âFuucckk yesss..â He groans, kneeling closer to your pussy. Resting his cheek against your inner thigh and pressing a sloppy kiss to it when heâs able to draw yet another orgasm from you. Rending your legs truly useless and unable to fend off his attacks in any meaningful way.
Itâs exactly where he wants you.
Youâre pinned back against your seat with your knees on either side of your head and a dizzy look on your face as Kyle blows a teasing breath against your swollen clit, staring down at you damn near drunk off the sight alone. It makes you yelp, but with all of his methodical preparation, the only thing keeping him from sinking his tongue into your wet hole is wanting to see what other sounds he can drag out of you without touching that sensitive collection of nerve endings. Gaz couldnât get enough of seeing your legs limp and easily maneuvered out of his way so that nothing more than your submissive little expressions and dripping cunt are on display.
âTold you I donât like making messesâŠâ His tongue licked lazily at the crease of your thigh, teasing himself with just the slightest tase of your arousal. Edging himself with the full prize of tasting all of his hard work.
âBut I want you to look this slutty all the time, pretty girlâŠâ He grinned darkly.
Finally lowering himself to your core, he curls his tongue through your folds with a satisfied groan. Purposefully burying his nose against your clit and sucking at your release until heâs certain he wonât need to eat for the rest of the day. Youâre too wrecked to squirm anymore. Merely staring up blankly at the celling as he tongue rolls over your clit and dips down to gather up your slick before it drips down onto the seat again.
âOh my godâŠâ Itâs a miracle you can utter a single word.
Kyle squeezes at the muscle and fat on your thighs in reward for finding your voice, if even for just a moment. Thatâs goodâŠÂ he thinks, knowing you can take this much pleasure and not give up when heâs still not satiated with the taste of your come sliding down his throat. Heâs nearly lost all composure of himself as well; but damn if he didnât just want to tie your legs to the driverâs seat and steering wheel just so he could lap at your cunt for hours without you interrupting him. Wishful thinking for this only being the first time heâd been able to taste you. But he was certain there wouldnât be a single day in the future heâd go without at least the slightest tease of your pleasure lingering on his lips.
âOne more,â He demands, teasing your hole with his thumb as his tongue traces your inner lips languidly. âFeed me babyâŠâ
Thereâs not a momentâs hesitation.
You nearly come on command at this point. So overstimulated but desperate for more that when Kyle gently grazes his teeth over your clit, everything unravels in a fuzzy lost of your eyesight and a shock of sensation so strong in your body that Gaz manages to actually make your legs shake one last time. Itâs so damn strong tears flood your eyes, and itâs not until you feel him slowly pumping a few of his fingers in and out of your weeping cunt that you realize heâs actually helping you ride it out by stroking at your g-spot tenderly and kissing your inner thigh.
He looks just as lost in the moment as you feel.
His mouth parted and still lapping at your folds like heâs possessed to do nothing else. Your arousal slicking the entire lower half of his face, and his baseball cap turned around backwards with a light grey t-shirt that heâd have to let dry before getting out of your truck due to the cum splatters covering the front. As if that wasnât enough to turn you on seeing Kyle Garrick on his knees and pussy drunk off you, the large wet spot just to the left of his zipper made your weakened muscles clench around his fingers. Kyle follows your line of sight, chuckling quietly and gently palming at his softening cock through his pants with a small shrug.
âItâs my favoriteâŠâ He explains soft but very honestly, eyes flashing back to where he begins slowly removing his fingers from your cunt. Eyeing his own fingers and how your walls accommodate them before sinking his own fingers in his mouth to finish âclean upâ on his favorite messy job.
âNow weâre even?â You ask, a little dazed and reaching a hand out to find his for some stability and reassurance. Kyle laughs softly, helping you readjust your legs and lifting you up to sit in his lap to ward off the after-sex chills raising up on your bared skin.
âI suppose so,â His wetted lips press against your temple and linger there reverently for a minute or two.
âOr⊠we could⊠keep doing each other favors?â His voice lowers a bit, sounding far too unsure for your liking.
âI donât want to do favors, Gaz.â You smile.
âI just wanna do you.â
#gaz#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#cod mwii#cod#gaz x reader#kyle garrick x reader#velvetures#velvetures writes#velvetures answers#anon <3
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Hey uhhh I've been "down in the dumps" recently as they say, and i could just really use some like. Rachet or Starscream fluff/comfort. Just either one of them opening up and caring for their human friend/ s/o /whatever who's just kinda shut down emotionally wise. I mean, they're acting farily normal, it's just their responses have become more bland, scripted. And their personality has just become very mellow and they're spacing out a lot. If that makes sense. Feel free to just say no if it's too depressing or anything.
Uhhh drink some water. Yea. And fuq it, go eat some chocolate.
I did it with Ratchet and a reader that he has been in a relationship with for a while, so romantic. Iâm sorry youâve been feeling down, but I hope youâll feel better soon. I feel like this is pretty mediocre and I didnât put enough effort into this, but I started this last week and just wanted to post it and get it out of the ask box. Take care of yourself too
You felt like you had been in such a fog lately. Nothing felt good, but nothing felt bad either, everything just felt bland. You didnât want to bother Ratchet with it either. There had been so much going on at the base lately, you felt like he was busy enough as it was. He was barely resting, so you didnât want to take that time from him by talking about your problems.
Itâs not like Ratchet hadnât noticed you starting to shut down emotionally. You didnât talk to him much, and when you did, it felt like you werenât really present in the conversation. He had meant to make time for you and he knew his busyness probably wasnât helping any. He wanted to talk to you, to help, but he couldnât seem to find the time.
You knew Ratchet wasnât doing it on purpose, he was genuinely incredibly busy, but it still kind of hurt. You hadnât gotten a chance to actually stop and talk for almost a week. If he was too busy, so be it, maybe you just shouldnât care anymore. Maybe it would be easier that way.
You were sitting on the couch, just scrolling through your phone absentmindedly. If someone were to ask you what you were looking at on the phone a few seconds ago, you wouldnât be able to tell them.
â(Name)?â Ratchet asked.
âHmm?â you muttered, not looking up from your phone.
âI think we should talk. Would you come with me?â
âYeah, sureâ you said, but it sounded like you werenât really paying much attention to him.
You stuffed your phone into your pocket and followed Ratchet to his room.
Ratchet had set an alarm so he would know if the computer found something during the scan, but he had to talk to you. You clearly werenât doing too well, and in the last few days, your emotional state had been declining even more. He felt responsible and wanted to help you, he just wasnât really sure how.
You let Ratchet lift you to his berth, and you sat down on the edge next to him.
âHow are you feeling?â Ratchet asked.
âIâm okayâ you said bluntly, not looking at him.
âI wish you wouldnât do thatâŠâ Ratchet sighed.
âDo what?â you asked, raising your head to look at him.
âLie to meâ
There was a moment of silence between you, before you sighed and said: âI wish I didnât feel the need to. I just⊠I know you have so many responsibilities, and you know I have a hard time asking for help or talking about stuff like thisâ
âI know, I just wish youâd come to me before it gets so bad for youâ Ratchet said and placed his hand on your side.
Just this was so much better. His touch brought you so much comfort, and it felt like you were just now becoming aware of the cold youâd been feeling when he hadnât been there. Ratchet didnât need to do much to bring you the feeling of warmth you so craved. You knew you were important to him, but so was the team, even if it was in a different way.
âCould you just stay with me for a while? Until you have to go again?â
âOf courseâ Ratchet said softly.
âI love youâ you said, leaning your head against the side of his leg.
âI love you tooâ Ratchet said.
You closed your eyes and just let him hold you next to him. You were trapped between his leg and his hand, but you felt safe there. You could feel the roughness of metal under your cheek as you leaned against his leg. Even though the metal was rough, it was warm, it was alive. Not in the same way as a human, but he was most certainly alive.
You didnât know how to talk to him sometimes. Youâd think someone so old would also be just as wise, but he seemed to lose his ability to talk just as often as you. He didnât know what to say to you either, but maybe he didnât need to. Maybe knowing you loved each other would be enough. Maybe you would be just fine, together.
#transformers#tfp#transformers prime#autobots#ratchet#tfp scenarios#transformers fluff#comfort#reader insert#tfp x reader#transformers x reader
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There is this saying that the Persian philosopher JalÄl ad-DÄ«n Muhammad RĆ«mÄ« used to say: âDonât grieve. Anything you lose comes around in another formâ.
I saw someone say that âdonât lose yourself to griefâ would be better, but the second part is still good. So donât lose hope for new friendships with new people in the future because you will find them if youâre just open to the possibilities, Blaze.
Barely noon and I'm already pissed off
If you're someone I used to know, please understand that I truly couldn't give less of a fuck about you anymore, I've tapped out, go away
If you're someone I don't know, don't act like you know me and fuck off, you aren't even brave enough to not be anonymous, why the FUQ would I give a singular shit about whatever foux-intellectual bullshit you're spitting at me. Bffr
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This is the last note on HtN
âYou lied to us, John,â she said.
And, with a sob in her voice: âThere is a perfect Lyctorhood ⊠a perfect Lyctor process that preserves the cavalier, and you let us think there wasnât. You let us think weâd cracked it ⊠You let us think it had to be a one-way energy transfer ⊠but nobody had to die. Alfred, Pyrrha, Titania, Valancy, Nigella, Samael, Loveday, Cristabel ⊠You watched us kill our cavaliers in cold blood, and none of them had to die. You had already done it yourself. But you had done it perfectly!!â
In the end.... the cavs where what they did every for. they'd never mock Harrow like Ianthe did. They'd understand, why immortal beings would do anything for a dead soul.
The Lyctor said, âThe Resurrection Beastsââ
âCanât kill me.â
âYou acted afraidââ
âActed is operative.
the fuq? so the Lyctors and cavs were all jokes to him? they spent ten thousand years of immortality fighting the nightmare stuff. what the hell
WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!
ok. so I thought he was like, uh he had two personalities or something. bruh. so it was Pyrrha going like"my love", wtf groooosss
and Augustine's gonna try to push God into a hell-hole,ok. So by the end of this book, he actually could be dead. murdered. then what..?
âThereâs a difference between keeping a shred of dance card,â said Harrow Nonagesimus, âand saving the last dance.â
you tell her Dulcie
ok what the hell? at this point I have finished the book, and the ending does not make any sense to me. but this is still gonna be my favorite book of all time, just for broken Harrow.
and in the end, they didnt even get a reunion. uhhhgggggg. I need to look at some fanart with my eyes reduced to fear-of-spoiler slits before I have the mental strength to read NtN.
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May I ask when you knew you were a ghost? I am just questioning ghostkin
Iâm probably ripping stuff right out my butt.
So.
Yeah.
Iâm going to try my very best. None of this is a set of rules and Iâm prolly just mindless yapping.
So donât take this super seriously
I think I figured it out via memories and via shifts. A few things I can confirm are:
I am a human who is alive and well.
I do not have certain traits that other humans have.
I can interact with the things around me physically. I can pick up a book. I can throw a ball.
Hereâs what I noticed that initially started to get me to think:
I would endure a shift, and I could tell it was a shift by comparing it to other kin types I have such as my fictionkin types or my theriotype. When your mind is still, well, yours, but not particularly the same.
During these shifts I would:
Actively know I was alive, however, would also âknowâ what itâs like to be dead.
Have shifts of certain traits I do not have, a big one for me was facial structure.
The reminiscence/the idea/the memory that I could defy the physical world around me.
âThat could be a different kintype.â
Hereâs how I landed on a ghost.
I could remember my death, and from what I knew, it wasnât a character. The man seemed like a very⊠random guy.
Like.
Very random.
Past life memories definitely played a lot of the role into figuring out I am/probably am a ghost. Having a past life means that âthis life is already over, and therefore doesnât interfere with my current life. Hence, said thing is either already dead or just⊠whatever else.â
âOkay cool you could just be a characterâ
Shifts usually centered around what I considered a ghost or my own idea of what a ghost is. Think about what you, personally, think is a ghost. When I went:
âWell, they have blueish skin, a physical body that can periodically change, anââ
âWait. How do I know that?â
Especially when an idea you have of what a ghost is more âoutside the normâ ask yourself:
And HOW do i know that?
Connections to certain time spans/years could also help, connections to certain time periods, connections to overall supernatural activity.
âDo you ever feel like you just wanna haunt a church and find your murder?â
ââŠno?â
âOh.â
That sort of thing.
âOkay, thatâs really cool Hudson, but I literally NEVER get shifts, what are you on about???â
âDo you feel like a ghost?â
âWhat?â
âNo no, let me ask you. Do you feel, dismissing your own body, that you are a ghost?â
âWell, sometimes I feel as if I am one, and something tells me I am one. Iâm questioning it.â
âOkay. Usually the average person doesnât really DO that, so⊠just consider going with that idea for maybe like. A month. And if it doesnât feel right, maybe itâs not the one.â
But Iâm mostly just pulling shit out my ass bro i prolly just woke up one day and was like âwoah shit Iâm a ghost da fuqâ
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FOR THE FIC TROPES ASK THING: modern/coffee shop AUs (lmaoooo), Hanahaki, human experimentation/medical horror, and amnesia!! đ
LMAO FUQ YEA LETS GO
Modern/coffee shop AUs: starting off easy I seeâŠmy controversial onion on this is: F. I literally blacklist âAU: modern settingâ when I look for fic lmao. Idk Iâm just not interested in stories not set within the canon universe, generally - and I especially donât care for fics where characters donât have whatever superpowers they usually have in the canon. It takes a really good writer to transfer a canon into a modern AU in a satisfying way, and Iâm just too picky to even try.
Hanahaki: hmmmMMMM Iâll go C I think! Maybe a bit harsh - I do enjoy hanahaki a lot, but if it isnât done well enough I peace out pretty quickly. My dream would be a hanahaki fic that is extremely medical with it and goes into excruciating detail about systemic symptoms and lab testing and alternative treatments and such. lol
Human experimentation/medical horror: oh wow good segue from hanahaki lmao. Iâd say B - I like it a lot IF itâs done in an anatomically/medically accurate way. Iâm here for that aspect, not so much any angst or even horror. I like the horror part if itâs focused in on the body: like the ways that the human body will compensate for injury through means that might make you feel like shit but will save your life, and how resilient the body isâŠIâm the bitch who wrote the Law Dissects A Dead Guy To Woo Someone fic so Iâm defs into this lmao
Amnesia: slam dunk easy A I LOOOOVE amnesia yea BABEY !!!!! I adore anything to do w themes abt Sense Of Self (meeting AU/past/future versions of yourself, selfcest lmao, deaging, time travel) and this fits the bill for sure. Arenât we our memories? What happens if some or all of those are gone? Being reset to factory settings can make for incredibly interesting character and relationship studiesâŠno wonder Sabo Onepiece is my muse (ily Mr amnesia)
TY FOR THE ASK!!!!
#ask meme#ask#fanfic probs#my posts#I also wrote a fic based around sabos amnesia and also managed to include the meeting yourself aspect lol
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Random I had while watching Antman and the Wasp: Quantumania (remember this is completely subjective and you're allowed to feel what you want to feel)
POTENTIAL SPOILERS IN THE CUT BELOW
what song was this again?
I feel it's been years since I heard the Giacchino's opening fanfare
Beck made a pretty good score
So like, did anything really change after the ending?
Is this a time loop thing?
What da fuq do u mean there's an end of time?? How come He Who Remains said he'd be back in the chair
Everything Everywhere All At Once ruined my expectations for Multiverse movies uhh ilohjcfasdjnc
Out of all colors for that juice, they chose red???
It looks like period blood or they ate someone's corpse
When I saw MODOK, I accidentally snorted a popcorn kernel
He looks like a fucking boiled egg
Reminded me of Zordon from Power Rangers for some reason
Uncle Fester without the emo makeup
Seeing his ass cheeks on screen was not part of my bingo list
Cassie honestly slay
It was technically ur grandpa's fault so don't blame yourself sweetie
This family is actually kinda wholesome
Honestly, if I was trapped in a jet and my parents were talking about how they hoed out in eachother's absence, I would also go and try to save my idiot boyfriend
Kang isn't me, I would've folded in front of Michele Pfiefer
...does that make me Kylar?
I would fold in front of Kang too, but like I don't like squishing bugs
I wish I knew the timeline of this movie
The scene where Hope goes to save Scott in the power core was so cool
Like when they all go away bc u realize that what they were doing was the only possibility that Scott and Hope could've exploded the core
DUUUUUDEE THE ANTS WHEN THEY CAME BACK
IT WAS GIVING
STAR WARS RISE OF SKYWALKER (fun fact that was the last movie I watched in theaters before COVID hit I am disappointed in that fact too)
So like is this post Shang Chi??
OH MY FUCKING GOD IS THAT LOKI AND LIGHTNING MCQUEENNNN??
THIS MOVIE CURES IRRATIONAL FEAR OF BUGS
6.5/10 Ants
basically just a standard Marvel Movie
slow in some parts
def not as bad as what twitter is saying
not every movie is gonna be like Endgame or spiderman (I'm saying to the people who takes Supes' opinions seriously)
#antman and the wasp#antman and the wasp quantumania#quantumania#antman#scott lang#hope van dyne#âĄïž speaks#fix your window idiot
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7/5/24 2:05am (French time)
My anxious thoughts about R:
What if heâs falling out of love because Iâve been so annoying and get so many mood swings?
What if he still loves his ex?
What if heâs not attracted to me?
Is he just using me as a rebound?
Do I love him more than he loves me?
Now, âwhat would you say to your best friend?â
1. You havenât been annoying. Stop donât say that. Everything youve been upset about has been valid. Cooking for another girl? Valid. Not putting in effort? Valid. Anything beyond those things, youâve apologized! And all the small things you only got frustrated with because of other bigger circumstances that are all understandable. If he doesnât have the patience to still love you through these very valid and understandable situations, he 100% doesnât deserve you and you wouldnât wanna be with someone like that. I know youâre thinking âBut I think Iâm the problemâŠâ. Youâre not a problem. You are not a problem!!! You are a human with real human emotions and experiences who deserves empathy kindness and love while dealing with those emotions. Again, if he cannot offer you those then you do not want to be with him. And also, he has given you all of that! He has. Heâs been very kind every time youâve needed to talk and has never been angry at you for needing to feel your emotions. So yes, if he doesnât want to be nice to you while you feel your emotions then good riddance but thatâs not the case! So no need to stress about it. I know sometimes youâre thinking but like what if he gets fed up with it?? Ok girl what if!!! What if a meteor strikes earth rn. Like what if! (The answer to that first question is this: You would be better off without him and youâd go off and live your bad bitch single 21 year old life da fuq)
2. I know thatâs hard. Thatâs really hard. But you know that is not your business! That thought does not deserve real estate in your head. Thereâs nothing that you can ever ever ever do to win against that thought. Simply donât give it attention. Itâs an irrational anxiety thought! When that thought comes up tell yourself âHe has chosen to be with me. Anything outside of that is none of my businessâ
3. Gorllluhhhhhh. Not attracted to you??? Thatâs rlly illogical. Like actually fr thatâs rlly not logical. I know youâre thinking ugh but what abt how we donât have a lot of sex or what about that one time he was soft. Sex drive is really different for some ppl and also sometimes some ppl arenât in the mood! Itâs disappointing sometimes but NOT a reflection of you. At all. Sex drive has so many factors. This is something you can talk about with him once heâs back, and maybe once heâs back it wonât be such a problem!
4. If if if if. Thereâs no evidence that he is. He treats you very kindly. Flowers to your fh game. Cooks dinner for you. Pays for every date. Flowers delivered. Custom plaque and keychains. He stays up late wakes up early to say good morning good night. He holds you when you cry. He is patient with you when youâre having bad times. He listens intently and fixes behaviors you donât like. All these behaviors prove this anxious thought wrong.
5. You have to recognize that a lot of this is just an amplified emotional consequence from being long distance. Itâs so hard to feel truly loved from afar! This is a normal feeling and again you cannot trust this anxiety thought. And even if this were to be true, no need to fear! If youâre not feeling everything, youâre missing everything!!! Love big love hard and donât stop or limit yourself just because youâre afraid of getting hurt. Feel everything deeplyâ€ïž
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My response to yet another account of black femicide
If only some of yâall actually knew how good it is to fly under the radar. Iâm telling yâall this is the sweet spot. But no one listens to the old ugly divorced woman and thatâs okay because for the most part I like be quiet anyway. And no one stopped me from taking my life on a 20 year detour. I know I should shut up here but I ainât. Little sister, itâs like being a thief in the night. Might be best to keep my thoughts and views to myself because us women are too goddamn boy crazy and donât listen. Women will be 70 years old and still thinking about men who donât even like you. Go for a walk. That would be more of a benefit to your body than chasing in behind men who done even like you. And they canât help it to a large degree. Thatâs why I have thrown in my towel. Itâs hormonal. Itâs genetic. They literally must fight and dominate the space they wish to be in order to fully express their masculinity. Women are a lost cause too. Our feverish need to be worshipped is genetic and maybe even cultural. All this dating bullshit, oh I gotta man bullshit, is nothing more than you needing to be worshipped. Little sister, you can be god-like and have no one worship you or even know you exist. The sun needs nothing from us, not even to look at it in order to fully express its ability.
Itâs not only unfortunate that this miscreant harmed a woman, he has one to come home to regardless of him being a murderer. Shit, knowing what I know now, shiiiid, I wouldnât hand over my freedom for anybodyâs son. Iâve been the wife of a wealthy man and a poor man and they are quite similar. I have even had a man just come out and tell me men are predators. Look up the word. Then look up the etymology of the word. Women are nothing more than booty to men and in every sense of the word. Have fun learning about that shit. Hereâs a fun assignment, watch Penny Dreadful wherever you can find it. Watch every episode until the very last. This series tells many great stories, in particular our story from beginning to end if you choose men over yourself and wise counsel. Shit had me fighting mad at the end but I digress.
So now that you might ask yourself, well now that I know what I know about men, what should I do now? I say, WHATEVER THE FUQ YOU WANT TO DO. Hell sleep in an extra hour longer. Braid your hair. Go shopping for flowers and guns. Sit on your porch and people watch. Go to an art gallery or Tiffanyâs. If you have a tub, make a sweet flower bath sit in it and daydream. Just remember to make your time and loyalty expensive. I mean every fuqn thing has a price, just decide whether you want to pay it and keep paying it becauseâŠpredator!
I would rather other women chase in behind and compete for marriage with men. Makes my life a whole lot easier when I deal with men in social and professional situations. Let some other woman manage them and their needs wishes and desires in their personal lives so their instinct for ruthless predations are quailed around me. If I need the municipal or household services of a man Iâll call a policeman, fireman, handyman, electriciAN, etc. Pay them to do what I canât or donât want to be bothered with doing and go the fuq away.
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There is nothing wrong with being a âRacist Correctlyâ.
Without being an arsehole about being a racist. You can be a racist, and not be an arsehole about it. Itâs called Preferences. White supremacy is not always about being a Racist. In the beginning of time, white people ran with white people, and when we stopped things started going to shat. You can believe me or not, but its true.
I donât go outside my race. When I have African American friends it always ends up being a bad thing. You know when it comes down to it, you want a white girl because âthatâs a different thingâ. I mean I have African American neighbors and its either a messy home or a very clean one but still there is always some dirty thought or a negative thought about them or them about YOU.
I am not sorry the little shat blog of The Lady Gwinurrer or whatever has an issue with me being a Trump supporter, Not gay and Not into whatever is trying to be mainstream. She told me to go fuck myself. LOL Thatâs cute.
#No you go FUQ yourself#Little whiny burn burn#always not looking very smart the gayblrs of tumblr#Grow up peaches#white supremacy isn't wrong it's the way you choose to be a white supremacist!#Not all of us are skinheaded rebel confeds or rivets or industrials#Labels belong on a can#I think I prefer African Americans more over the Gay Lords of Tumblr#AnaMassien#Strigoithing
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Marks Against Their Back - Lucifer and Diavolo
Request: obey me req!! waaah maybe hc reactions to a fem mc who during ~steamy time~ tends to dig her nails into her man's back, leaving scratches n marks đ? maybe she doesnt even realize it until she sees their back absolutely fuqqed up and is like "ayo what happened??" hcs or scenario, however u wanna write it is fine, all of your works are DIVINE. im mostly thinking of Luci and Diavolo, but if you have any ideas you can add or remove anyone!! wahdkskjf im sorry if this is vague I'll rewrite it if you need me to!! have a good night and take care of yourself sweetheart!
A/N: Left it at the two bois since thatâs what was mainly requested(â'âĄ'â)
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Diavolo:
It takes a lot of strength to leave a mark in someoneâs back- even more so in a Demon Princeâs back. Diavolo is actually quite proud of your marks and if he could, he would have gladly showed them off. The morning after he receives the marks, he can't help but stare at them, letting his eyes trail down the ragged edges, to where they grow faint and stop just before where his ribs begin to curve.
While the scars will fade eventually, a part of him doesnât want them too. Theyâre from you- like a gift that you gave him. Heâs been marked before in all sorts of ways and meanings, but to come from you, it means something else. You had scratched him- dug your nails into his skin and left him hissing in pleasure, and to him, that means everything. The pads of his fingers are calloused as his arm reaches around his back to touch against the tip of a scratch, the skin still tender and pink. His mouth is parted as his eyes follow every line and thereâs a hint of smile as he lets his arms fall, his skin now cold and empty without your hands.
He wonders if he can go to the beach sometime soon, an excuse to go and show off your marks, to let the world know that you were the one to do that to him, that you slept with a Prince. Your name is echoed in the bathroom, a sweet symphony on his tongue that makes his chest fill with air. It doesnât take long until you approach, peeking your head in between the parted door. He catches your eyes quickly, jerking his head over his shoulder with a boyish smile graced against his lips, as he signals you to look at his back.
Worry floods you and in turn, confusion floods him. You fret over him, asking him what had happened, if you should go and get a first aid kit- questioning if he even has one around considering just how careful Barbatos is and all your worry is put to a stop as he laughs. He figures that you had no idea that you had caused that, holding your hands in his and letting his lips graze against the tips of your fingers.
You tilt your head, a pout on your lips as you ask him what had happened, his merry nature signaling to you that everything is well- or at least not dire. Itâs a simple explanation that he takes great joy in being able to tell you that it was you who had caused such lovely red lines to appear against his back. His head turns as you walk around him, your hand warm against him, and your lips even more so, a pleasant kiss pressed against the end of his scratch and when you turn around, his arms catch you. Diavolo is gentle, keeping you snug against him as your hands cup over his breasts. He holds you close, wrapping his arms around you and he isnât worried at the marks against him, his eyes are soft, love melted into the gold, as he tells you how he would prefer if you do it again another time.
Lucifer:
Itâs a passionate night if you were to leave your marks against his skin rather than the other way around. Lucifer is bare in front of the bathroom mirror, his eyes falling on where your lips had trailed, red marks linger around his neck and soft bruising is ghosting over his collarbone. He turns and in the mirror, red catches his eyes.
Heâs left with an odd feeling in his stomach. At first, he scoffs with a smug smirk on his face, impressed that you could even mark someone like him. However, the longer that he stares at them, the more that he realizes just how close your scratches had touched near his scars. Each curved line inches close to where his two wings used to be, each red line is bright and almost painful if he were to stretch the wrong way, pulling on the skin thatâs so reminiscent of the time he fell. Each and every line stings and burns against the cold air, the surrounding skin is kissed pink and heâs left with his eyes burning into the very place where your hands once touched, a mixture of feelings coursing through him.
Alone in the bathroom, the mirror on the wall reflects him and when he blinks, you stand against the door, a robe pulled close to you, exposing the valley of your breasts and your smile is teasing, until it falls, confusion written over your face. Youâre quick to frown, pointing at his back and asking what happened to him- making a poor attempt at a joke of a prank actually affecting him. A part of him is playfully annoyed that you think he would be so careless to let himself be marred by some juvenile prank. In that same breath, he realizes that you have no idea what you had caused.
You must not have realized what you had done last night nor realized just how sharp your nails are. He laughs, shaking his head and turning back around, the mirror now only of you and him, his back hidden from view. Your hand is warm as it touches against him, goosebumps pricking over his skin and he pulls away, a grimace over his face as you stick your tongue out at him.
The sound of rushing water fills the room and slowly steam begins to fill the room, a light cloud that emanates from the the shower and creeps over the mirror with each passing second as Lucifer waits for the water to be the perfect temperature. The explanation is simple, his words cool and to the point that you had been the one to scratch him- not some silly prank. He gets to have the satisfaction of watching your face scrunch up as you realize that it was you indeed that had marked him during last night. His lips press against the tip of your nose, and he tells you that itâs no need to worry, that heâll heal and if willing, heâd love to see your marks against his body. You stumble over your apology and he shakes his head, pulling you inside the shower with him, the water burning against his cuts as his arms tighten around you and his lips press against your shoulder.
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can relate to your job situation so damn well. omg i literally dream of giving my notice cause in the last two years the environment got trashier and trashier. it really doesnt bring me any joy anymore. but i did my apprenticeship there (allthough im being paid only a bit more than minimum wage fuq me) and i am so scared of starting over somewhere else.
Yeah I am definitely taking a bit of a risk going from a steady job of 3 years to full-time self employment/freelancing but I think this is the right decision for my mental and physical health. My insomnia gets so bad on nights before days I work and being an immunocompromised person in a public-facing role when people have decided the pandemic is over? NOT GREAT.
It's obviously super scary leaving something you've put a lot of time and energy into but I think the pandemic has shown a lot of people how shitty their jobs actually are.
I think sometimes you really have to look at yourself and your job and be like....is this making me miserable? Do I want to STAY miserable? There's no harm in looking for something new whilst still working, there might be something out there that's way better for you! You never know unless you try and all that, I guess. I wish you the best of luck in changes for the better!
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Haaaaiiii! I don't know if you've done this before, but can you do a headcanon with Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kaminari (separately) dating a slim thicc reader who's waaaaay to kind to everyone for her own good? Sorry if that was specific lol. It just suits my life.
HC: Slim Thicc + Overly Nice Reader | BNHA
Music Genre: Pop | BNHA
Characters: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki
Warnings:Â cursing, suggestive content
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Shop Owner Note: The fuq how did you describe me in four words lmaoooo-I really liked this idea alot!!!!! Also I only did Bakugo, Izuku and Shoto caus emy brain got fried, so hope thats okay!
Midoriya
THIS GIF ISNT APART OF THE HC AT ALL I JUST FOUND IT AND NOW IM FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAYYYYđłđł
Midoriya most definitely drink his respect women juice
He was raised by his mother after all
BUT
doesnt mean the boy cant be a little perverted-
He just loves your body!!!!!
How can he NOT love everything about it, from the way your school tights slightly squeeze your thighs to the point where he feel like he cant breath
Or when you wear his shirts and its tighter around the chest and flowy around you waist
Mmmmmm lets not forget your hero suit- this man would probably kiss the shoes of the person who made your suit
Cause DAMN they really made it as tight as possible and he just loves it sm
Lets be real this dude has probably popped a boner by accident just thinking about your hero suit đ¶
ANYWAYS đđđđ
He is very much respectful about you and keeps his raging hormones horniness to himself
He is ALWAYS making sure you feel comfortable in your relationship, whether its from holding hands to cuddling, he will always make sure you give your consent
Now, when it comes to your kindness, this is something Midoriya probably loves the most about you
But he does find it really concerning when he notices you say âyesâ to everything somebody asks you to do for them
And running yourself down, not looking as energetic as yourself
He is very observant, so he notices little things that signal you are little overwhelmedÂ
Like your clothes arent as perfectly ironed as they used to be, you seem to be forgetting your own things while remembering to bring everybody elseâs, your smile seems strained, and you just look stressed
He is so incredibly empathetic- it pains him to his s/o look so distraughtÂ
It does anger him a bit that these people can so easily take advantage of you, and not even care that you arent feeling your best because of what they asked of you
But he swallows down the anger, offering to help you with whatever you need at your dorm room
He tries to make it as stress free as he possibly can, bringing your favorite snacks and playlist of music to calm your mind
But at some point hed give you a very gentle talk,,,,
He knows you havent been feeling too great, whether you deny it or not, and he wants you to know that its perfectly okay to not say âyesâ to every person
He knows you mean well and you want to help everyone out of the generosity of your heart, and he loves that about you
But you as a person are important, and you come first over anyone
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Bakugo
Like Midoriya, just LOVES your body
Like cmon, how can he NOT
Dude is a ass+boob man change ma mindÂ
At first he deifnitely denies it-
Him??? Stare at your ass??? Pshh he was looking at the oven baka, if anything your ass was blocking his view-
You would know you caught him red handed cause he face would get redder than Momoâs hero suit and he would actually stutterâ-
Which would make him extrmeely annoyed and heâd be cussing a storm+be in a grumpy mood for an hour or two
But once you two get more comfortable in your relationship-
NO HOLDING BACK
He will have use every opportunity to just be meannnn
And by mean
I mean turn slapping your ass into some sick game
Like if you dont yelp and cuss him out whats the point?
Once he slapped you so hard he legit left his big ass hand print on your butt cheek and you were about to slap his smug ass back....
But off a 50ft building đ
Also a big softie too
Like when you to cuddle he loves cuddling into your chest đ„șđ„ș
To him itâs just so comfyyyyyyyyyy
Honestly, Bakugo canât understand at all how you can be so nice to people
It confuses him???? But he finds it really....nice???
Like half the stuff you do for people Bakugo wouldnât ever dream of doing
He knows heâd either give that person an intimidating, dirty look or just laugh at them, cause yeah right heâd waste his time with their stupid problems
Ouchhhhhhhh
But you are totally different than him-you had a lot more patience and sympathy than he had, always coming to everyoneâs rescue it seemed like
He finds it attractive and to him, it confuses the hell out of him how he does
But what bothers him is how much time you spend away from him
He wonât ever admit it, but he feels lonely when youâre not around
And whatâs even worse-is by the time you do hang out with him, your too tired to even properly pay attention to him after running around and doing everything for everyone else
Bakugo the Attention Whore
One day this dude would have enough, as heâs been getting the bad end of the stick for a good couple of weeksââ
He just barges into were ever your at, and doesnât give to shits what so everrrrr
Bakugo has one mission in mind: getting his s/o back
Wouldnât acknowledge anyone but you, grabbing your wrist and yanking you out of the room even if your protesting with him
âThe hell are you doing Bakugo, let go-â
âNo đ â
âPleaseeeeeee I was in the middle of working on something-â
âI said NO đ đ đ â
Angry Pomeranian Activated
Once stop dragging you until he locks you in his room, forcing you to hear him out
He HATES being emotional or open, but at that, he starts spilling his guts through gritted teeth and choppy sentences,,
Saying that you waste too much time in thise âextrasâ, that they donât deserve as much time as you give them, and that you have more âimportantâ things than do all their work for them
*cough cough him being the more important thing
But hoenstly, you feel a little bad for him,,,,,
So you compromise with him and promise youâll spend more time on him
Heâs pretty happy with that,
but now he takes it one step further to make sure you deifnitely have enough time to hang out with him
If heâs around when someone asks you for help, heâll cut them off and lie straight theough his teeth, saying you two have a âdateâ and squeezing you close to him with an iron grip
âWait-Bakugo-we didnt have a date planned-â
âTsch, now we do-â
Shoto Todoroki
I have said this timeeee and timeeee againnnn
But Shoto really is the definition of innocence
So really, it wouldnât ever dawn on him on how killer his s/oâs body is
Heâs just kinda like....yeah I know they have a butt and chest? Doesnât everyone?đ¶
This poor Boi someone help him
It only really sets it after a few months of being together that heâs actually really, really in love with your body
Like how did he never notice how good you look in leggings?
Or how soft and comfortable your chest is?
And why does he want you to squeeze him with your thighs? đł
Hormones are ragingggggg
And also veryyyyyyyy protective over you
Shoto is very observant and quiet in social situations, usually opting to check out his surroundings instead of trying to be sociable
So heâll catch from time to time classmates commenting on you and your figure, and it never sits very well with him
At first when these incidences happened he was very conflicted, not understanding this intense jealousy and need to protect you
But after a while of contemplating his feelings, he understood it was because he was protective of you
And ohohoohohoh
This man is PROTECTIVE
He does little things you would never reallly notice until you actually do
Like when he takes you home after hanging out or a date, he lingers a little longer outside your door to make sure youâre inside safely
Or when youâre walking together he will make sure your walking inside the street and away from the cars
Also has a tendency to grab your waist or your hand when a group of men come your way
He just gets paranoid okay đ„șđ„șđ„ș
And because heâs so protective, he doesnât practically like that youâre being taken advantage of sometimes because of your kindness
Especially when it comes to other men
On a few occasions Shoto has spotted you in a sticky situation with a guy who was being a little too close for comfort
It would make you uncomfortable of course, you had a boyfriend you already loved a lot-
but you felt kind of bad just being a total bitch to this guy who desperately wanted a chance
So youâd just awkwardly laugh and smile with their stupid pick up lines, trying your best to be polite but also show you werenât interested
But Shoto at this point has radar for when your in trouble, and just pops out of nowhere đ
Heâs not the type to flaunt his relationship by impulsively kissing you or anything like that, but heâll show it in subtle ways
Like calling you âdearâ or wrapping his arm around your waist
Honestly, the look of pure relief and comfort in your face shows more than Shoto could have ever done,,,
And that Shoto was deifnitely someone that was more than just a âguy fiendâ and soemthing like that
Also Shoto would give them a look that could kill and that instantly scares the shit out anyone lmao
These dudes faces would deflate like balloons real quick, cause at this point everyone knows who Shoto Todoroki is
And how the hell can they compete with that
Instant âoh shit my badâ type energy
After those incidents, Shoto locks down way harder
He practically has you glued to his side, and he doesnât let go
Like at all
Get used to it cause for the rest of the day Shoto is gonna be following you around like some body guard đ
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What da fuq...is wrong with this girl??? Holy fucking hell, Jam, gurl, take care of yourself and watch out. That's some textbook stalker behaviour. Please stay safe!
And please don't listen to that crackhead.
Have you thought about filling a report against her?
Well, a bit difficult to file a report against an internet person, but I keep it in mind.
And I will, thanks for the concern.
Please everyone, don't be concerned about me. All your words of support are very sweet and appreciated!
I'm not shedding one tear about this girl and she's mostly just annoying af. Also feeling very sorry for everyone who has to go through the same shit and who also gets harrassed. I feel you and if you wanna talk about it, feel free to send a message. â„ (No, not you, Oleksandra.)
But I'm dealing more than fine with this thing and will continue to block her and delete her messages and whatever she sends. But after things escalated quite a bit today I just wanted to put the spotlight on it, because I refuse to be silent about harrassement. (You behave shitty towards me? Well, get ready to be called out.)
And besides that person: 99,9% of the people in this fandom are very awesome people! â„
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Childish! Jungkook x BadGirl! Y/n
A/n: sorry if I make any mistakes I tried my best :3
Written: 2021 11 June Published: 2021 22 July
~"Y/n! My mom said we can go to the park!" Younger Jungkook shouted. He came running over to while you were looking at this weird teddy bear. "Y/n?" Jungkook said. "Oh, Sorry I was just looking at this weird teddy bear" You answered while pointing at the light pink teddy bear. "Hmm.. It looks like.." Jungkook said. He was still thinking about what the teddy bear reminded him of. " Jungkook-ah! Mom said we need to go." Jin (Jungkook's older brother) shouted. Jungkook stopped looking at the teddy bear and gave you a necklace. " I wanted to give you this to remind you of our friendship!". He explained. Before you could respond Jungkook waved goodbye and went inside his house.~
"Heh..you still didnt come back..." you mumbled. Remebering that memory was painful especially since Jungkook never came back. " Class! We have a new student" Mr.Lee said. "Hi...Im Jungkook and I hope to be friends with you!" He said. You almost chocked on the piece of gum you were chewing. "Jungkook? Here? No way!" You thought."Right.. you can sit next to...Y/n!" Mr lee said while pointing to you. You scoffed in reply. As soon as he sat down next to you he asked " Y/n? Y/n Y/L/N?" You ignored him. You tried your hardest to ignore him but a sound escaped your mouth " Hmp!" You angrily said.
After class finished your best friends Taehyung and Jimin came straight after you asking you questions like " Is that the Jungkook you were talking about? Does he still want to be your friend?" You simply answered with a shrug. You didnt know how to feel about meeting Jungkook , You dont even know if hes your friend. Jungkook went up to you. " Y/nnie~ Why are yo-" "Shut up! Just leave me alone!" I shouted. Then I left to go to my next class. Taehyung ran after me.
| đungkooks â.đ.đ|
Why is she being so stubborn! I just want to be friends with her again just like the old times...
~"Jungkookie I bet you can't catch me!" Y/n shouted. She was running into the forest but Jungkook catched her and tickled her. " J-Jungkookie! Stop tiggling me! Hehe" Y/n said while trying to hold back her laughter.~
I had to go to my next class. " Jungkook~ I'm sure she'll come back to you! Why is she so special anyway?" Jimin asked. "I'll tell you after class" I answered. The teacher was talking really loudly but I couldn't really care I was mostly focusing on Y/n and her beautiful smile, Her soft skin and her Hazel brown eyes.
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"Right! Your partners are.....Taehyung and Jimin! Ari and Yuri! Y/n and Jungkook!" Mr.Kim shouted. "But-!"I was going to say something but Mr.kim cut me off. "No buts!" He told me. I looked over at Jungkook as he showed his bunny smile at me. He only smiled at đđŸ it was weird but I guess hes desperate to be friends again.
"Y/n we'll do the project at my house!" He exclaimed. I just nodded my head in reply. We started working on our project when my phone rang. "I have to take this call I'll be right back!" I told him. I ran out of his house and sat down on his porch. I answered the call and was about to speak but I was interrupted by Taehyung. "Y/n~ Did you and jungkook get along?" Taehyung annoyingly said. "Tae why did you call me?" I asked ignoring his question. "Um.....Good question, I actually don't know..But me and Jimin were drunk last night!" He exclaimed. "Seriously Tae?....Bye!" I said as I ended the call. I went back inside to see Jungkook had finished half of our project. "I ....I wanted to finish quick so, you can do the other half!" He told me with a bunny smile on his face. I sighed in reply and started finishing the other half of the project.
2 Hours later
I finally finished and it was 9 am already! I looked over at Jungkook who was sleeping and just left without a sign. I ran over to Jimins house and used the spare keys to open the door. Only to find Jimin on the floor sleeping and Taehyung sitting down in a corner. "Right! How drunk did you guys get?" I asked curiously. "Well we nearly drank 3 bottles of bear, before Jimin passed out of course" Taehyung explained. I went over to Jimin and hit him with a pillow. "Ow! What was that for!" He shouted. "I knew you were fake sleeping!" I said.
|đungkooks đ.đ.đ|
I woke up from my slumber to find that Y/n was gone without a trace. I picked up my phone and called her but she declined them. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was 9 am! That she stayed overnight...but where did she sleep? Wait am I forgetting something....SCHOOL!
|Y/ns P.O.V|
"C'mon we have to go to school!" I shouted as I pulled Taehyung and Jimin into the bus and sat them down. While the bus was driving us to school I opened my phone and I had 5 missed messages from Joonie and 16 missed calls from Michael Jacksons twin(The nickname for Jungkook).
đ± Joonie: Y/n! Yoongi said you leaked his phone number online!
đ± Y/n: Bruh..He doesn't know how to take a joke smh
The bus doors opened so, I had to go. Me Jimin and Tae came into the entrance of our school and there was Carly, Carly and her crew bullys us alot. "Well well, it seems like Y/n has an eye for the new student!" Carly shouted gaining everyone's attention. "Dont you know that Jungkook is mine? Well even if he wasn't with me he wouldn't like you!" She exclaimed while telling everyone to laugh. I had enough of this so I walked pass her but, she grabbed my hair. "Why are you running away? Are you a pussy? Hmm" She said while pulling my hair harder. I grabbed her leg and punched her face. "Nope it seems like your just a dumbass!" I shouted. Namjoon came from behind her and stopped the fight "Girls you both need to sto-" Namjoon was about to tell us to stop but I kicked Carly in her face and she went flying. "Jungkook is not yours and never will be! So stop pretending!" I screamed at her. Jungkook came in and heard me. " Y/n...Let's go" Taehyung said. Then we left like but I showed Carly my middle finger.
In the Principals office
"Y/n......This is the second time you've been here in my office, Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Mr.Jung asked. I shook my head and looked down at the floor. "If it carries on you'll have to be suspended!" He said. "Now get out of my office please" I walked out of his office and someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me in the janitors room.
"Y/n! it's me Jin remember?" He said. I nodded my head in reply. "Jungkook missed you but, you keep on ignoring him...Why?" Jin asked. "You know why! He broke his promise actually 2 of them!, He said he would protect me but when me and Carly fought he did nothing and he said he would never leave me!" I shouted. Tears formed an ocean under my eyes drowing my face. He wiped my tears as I saw pity in his eyes. "He didn't want to leave you! He was forced to leave!" Jin replied with shocking news. I hugged Jin for comfort and he hugged me back. "I'll try to be friends with him again! I promise you" I exclaimed with a determined expression.
Outside of School
I ran up to Jungkook and walked with him. "Why are you walking with me?" Jungkook asked. "I....I want to be friends again just like when we were little! I understand if you don't wa-" He cut me off by hugging me, I was about to hug him back but he picked me up!
|Jungkook's P.O.V|
I didn't want her to finish her sentence so I hugged her and put her over my shoulder. "Jungkook....DA FUQ ARE YOU DOING!!" She shouted. "Just playing with my short friend" I told her while laughing. Jimin, Taehyung and Hobi were taking pictures of us and posting it on social media, well except from Taehyung he doesn't want to die from Y/n.
I ran all the way to her house and greeted her mom "Hi Auntie!" I said as I ran up to Y/n's room and threw her on her bed. "Are we friends again?" She asked. "Yes" I said. "Even though I wanna be more than friends..." I whispered but somehow she heard me. We both sat up and she kissed me. It was passionate and soft I only dreamed about this moment never thinking it would come true. I kissed her back. It was like we were in an unstoppable dream. We broke the kiss for air. "Maybe we can be more..." She said.
The End~
A/n: The end is kinda cringy đŹ, but you can imagine what happens next hehehehe!
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Have you noticed how Drago was taken aback at the sight of Shendu in the finale? He crossed his arms over his chest and did not move, as if he did not want a fight or expected his father's reaction. Shendu attacked first, and only then Drago began to push back. Is it possible to say that Shendu, hmm, beat his son as a punishment when he was a child and this was a habitual reaction to his father's anger: freeze and do not defend yourself?
It seems more like Drago was waiting to see what Shendu was going to do, which was not almost immediately attacking him. He was probably expecting major verbal punishment first, then attacking if things didnât go right. I think Drago didnât move because he was not expecting to fight that quickly.
PS: I rewatched the episode to see his reaction, and I got to the point where The Crew got back on Dragoâs side and was ready to destroy the city as a welcoming gift to other demons, and Drago made this stern yet monotoned, âNo,â pointing down at them, and it reminded me of the âWhatâs worse than a rapist?â meme XD And I love the âThat thingâs Dragoâs pop?â from Ice later XD Heâs like, âThat fuckinâ thing made that little green bean? Da fuq??â Aaaaand then when Drago was whining about never getting what he wants and his Dad too busy fighting wizards. Sounds like he was neglected more than anything.
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