#and im the one whos a fucking puddle of goo

[rat-sak]

How many times can you be reminding you're fucking stupid before you see the pattern and decide to change it?

[amazingmsme]

Curtwen prompt 1 or 6 (either, whichever works)? 🙏🙏

You have no idea how much fun I had with this one!

It had been a rough mission all around, and Curt couldn't be more relieved to get back to their shared hotel room. The stakeout had lasted much longer than anticipated, and they were forced to stay hunched over in their crammed, undercover car. Then, there was a lot of running as they had to chase down their target. And then he was slammed against a brick wall by a goon twice his size. Needless to say, Curt's everything was hurting.

Apparently the painful groans he let out with every movement was distracting.

"Want me to take care of that for you?" Owen asked seemingly out of the blue.

"Take care of what?" he asked cluelessly, groaning as he sat on the bed. Owen scoffed.

"Clearly you're suffering. So come on, tell me where it hurts," he said, sitting next to him.

Curt chuckled weakly. "Everywhere?"

Owen couldn't help but laugh along with the joke. "Mind being more specific, love?" he asked.

"Well my back's really sore. And my feet are killing me," he lamented, flopping onto his pillow.

Owen seemingly thought it over for a second before nodding to himself. "That settles it. I'm giving you a massage." Curt furrowed his brows and sat up to look at him.

"A massage?" he parroted, clearly skeptical.

"Yes, a massage," Owen repeated, grin stretching across his face. He laid down next to his boyfriend so he could plant a quick kiss to his cheek.

Curt shrugged, "Why?"

"Because I'm an excellent boyfriend who can't stand seeing you suffer so greatly," he said, allowing a bit of mock pity to slip into his voice, making Curt snort in amusement.

"Well aren't you just a saint," he teased, adjusting his position into a more comfortable one. "But no thanks, I'm way too ticklish for that," he said casually, missing the way Owen lit up like a Christmas tree.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" he asked, and the smile must've been audible in his voice because Curt's eyes flew open in a giddy panic.

"No, I don't think I will."

"Oh come on Curt, I don't think I heard you properly," he taunted, resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Oh fuck off! Im tired, I wasn't thinking."

"Because if you were you certainly wouldn't give me such a delicious little detail," he mused, letting his hands start to roam Curt's body. "Would you?" he asked, cocking his head to the side with a not so innocent smile.

"No!"

Owen fake pouted. "Aww, come on, why not?"

"Because you're an asshole."

"An asshole who gives the best massages known to man. Even if you are, and I quote, "too ticklish for that,"" she repeated smugly, having already straddled Curt's body.

He shifted on the bed, biting his bottom lip. "You better not make me regret this," he warned in a teasing tone. Owen cracked his fingers.

"Of course dear. Wouldn't dream of it."

After a nice long, very giggly massage, Curt was nothing more than a puddle of goo wrapped in his boyfriend's arms.

[blookmallow]

ok i finally cleared out my steamdeck photo archive here comes some fallout

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my Wagon Of Corpses finally disappeared except this guy. probably because he was the only one among them who had a name

boy this guy was really living it up out here huh

hmm... Goo

ignore the ghoul judgmentally staring at me the screenshot function on steamdeck causes vats to go off so i get weird shit like this all the time when im trying to take pictures of things but anyway HEY WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GUYS FIND PARTY HATS. I WANT ONE

they wouldnt let me have one they were all marked [steal] but i did in fact come back and steal some later after they, uh, left

ah. so you're a cult

boy you sure are bright. i must've had my pip boy light on or something that is Blinding

also not sure why proximity to this guy doesn't cause me radiation poisoning but

gotta go to space (yeah) gotta go to space

i. do not believe for one minute these guys actually made it to space but i wish them the best on their journey (and never heard anything about them crashing back down, so, they at least seem to have made it out of the mojave)

is. your name "fantastic"

why is your name fantastic

also, bigger question, WHY DO THESE ROBOTS HAVE BRAINS

ok i dont remember what i did to cause this bc i barely knew who the legion were at the time but THESE FUCKERS KEPT FOLLOWING ME EVERYWHERE I WENT FOR LIKE. THE ENTIRE FIRST HALF OF THE GAME and i wasnt good at anything yet so i just kept getting killed by them and having to run/hide from them wherever i went for ages until i finally leveled enough that they weren't a major threat anymore

fuck you fuck the legion fuck caesar you get to be gore puddles now. indistinguishable from the mole rat that got in the line of fire. fuck off

i like this kid though

eyyyy we got a LESBIAN!!! (she is talking about her ex girlfriend. or... girlfriend she was forcibly separated from it sounds like)

hm. mystery meat. seems.... uh. safe

[plush-rabbit]

Corruption Kink + All Might - Headcanons

Request: Hey! I dunno if you're still taking requests for all might, but if you are and you have space, could i request a pre-injury all might x f!reader fic? I was thinking the reader could be significantly younger than him, with like a bit of a corruption kink and a lot of guilt for Toshi. I thought that one shot you wrote for him was adorable! Take care, bunny :)

A/N: Headcanons seem easier for me since I’m still new in writing Toshi (im also not sure if this is entirely corruption but i hope you like it)

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To the public, All Might is the Symbol of Peace, he’s everything that children and heroes want to become. However, you know him better than that. Or at least, you know him in a way that others don’t and some that possibly wish they did. Toshinori is much older than you, everything about him screams of authority and power that you wish for. The public can approach him, ask for pictures and smile beside him. They can hold his hand and stand beside him, but you, on the other hand, can't do that. What you can do is more intimate, more than what anyone can wish for.

He’s an older man, and he’s a hero. He’s supposed to know what’s best; he’s supposed to be the responsible one in whatever relationship he’s in. You’re the complete opposite from him- you don’t have to worry about the status of being a hero, you don’t have these gruelling responsibilities that he has. While you two are together, he has yet to formally announce to the public about the relationship, which you don’t particularly mind. You know how it would look if he was seen out with a much younger partner. You could already picture the headlines and the comments that would appear, the slander that would go towards your partner. You’re okay with just playing the secret partner; if you were to be honest with yourself, you actually welcome the secrecy, the little bits of love and knowing that you’re the only one to see him in such a light that is anything but the hero face that he shows.

Due to the secrecy in the relationship, most dates are held at home. However, the idea of at-home dates that you both have are quickly depleted and repeated. Frustration plays a part, something heavy and thick in the air. You both are consenting adults, one that is just frustrated at being stuck at home with their partner and the other that holds the weight of the country on their shoulder. It’s only natural that the frustration would turn into something more primal and raw, that you two would comfort each other and become stress relievers to each other. You’re both still fairly young- despite the age gap that puts you at a much younger age than him- and couple that with stress and ansty feelings about the relationship, it leads the two of you to explore a rather more sexual aspect.

The Symbol of Peace is something that is untainted in the eyes of the public. He isn’t necessarily pure- often asked about the features that he seeks out in potential partners- but he is someone who is held to a high standard. He’s a savior to the people, the reason for the lack of crime. He’s the Symbol of Peace and you get to corrupt that. You get to twist his image behind closed doors. He comes from heroism, he holds the image of the golden boy well. On the other hand, you don’t have to worry about the image you hold, you can only hope to make time for your personal life and not make a bad impression on the people you meet. You get to see him in other ways that people could only dream of; you get to see him beg on his knee, his iconic grin ruined, stuffed with a gag and drool covering his chin as he bows before you.

His shoulders are weighed down by the country, by the responsibilities that he has to bear. He’s so used to being admired, to be the number one hero, that when you come along and tilt his head, your lips curved into an almost sadistic smile, he’s willing to listen to you. Even when he's on top, he’s doing what you tell him, listening to every command that you have to say, he’s opening his mouth and suckling on your breasts whining with your pert nipple his mouth as his hand desperately latches onto your body. His cock will be naked, rubbed against your thighs as he begs for release, whimpering about how it all hurts too much. He lets you take the lead, he does whatever you tell him to do, too drunk on lust to actually do anything more than whine and buck his hips into your greedy cunt.

Always in his All Might form, he has yet to reveal his smaller size to you. Perhaps it comes from trust issues or that he wouldn’t know how to bring it up so far into the relationship, but he’s always big around you. At first he felt a twinge of guilt of having you take him in his bigger form, to thrust his cock inside of your cunt and hear you yelp in pain, but if he were to be honest the sound of you in pain added with how your nails would dig into his skin, turned him on in a way that he hadn’t ever thought about. While he gets drunk off of lust from having you take control over him, he also has this more lustful nature to take control over you. He wants to witness as his bulging cock enters you, to hear you cry his name and arch your back to fill his hand with your soft breast and wipe the beading tears away from your eyes. He wants to know that he’s the reason that you’re crying, that it’s because you simply couldn’t handle his cock.

Corruption isn’t something that he wants to say- it leases a bitter taste on his tongue that doesn’t wash away so easily. He doesn’t want to admit that he’s corrupted, he doesn’t want to think what that word means when he’s out on patrol. He wants to rescue people, to help others and be the hero that he want to be rather than think about how soft the inside of your sex is and how it seems to mold to his shape. On certain nights, he’ll visit you when he’s supposed to be out on patrol. He’ll knock on your door and claim that he’s doing an inspection- something that he says for him, just to find a worthy excuse to actually leave his patrol- and he;l lock the door behind him. His moans aren’t loud enough to drown out your words, how you claim how he’s grown idle in his responsibilities- that he would prefer to have his cock sucked on rather than go out and patrol the area. But he is your hero, and you have to at least thank him for taking care of you for the time being that he is there, asking him with his cock in your hand and a devious smile played on your lips if you’re just special or if he does the same with others.

As a hero, he has built his stamina and you welcome that with eager arms and lips. Even after he’s reached his climax, he’s still hard, thrusting lazily into you, begging you to make him release once more. He’ll hold you close to him, his arms thick with muscle and littered with scars, his lips pressed against yours, his tongue thick as it fills your mouth. He wants to keep you close, to hold you and keep his cock buried inside of you until either you or him are too overstimulated to actually continue. You welcome it, you want him to say, to have him pleasure you and think about your needs for the day. Your lps will press against his neck, leaving a bright make in its place. Your words are alluring, asking him to stay the day with you, to ignore his responsibilities for the day and stay nestled inside of you. You promise him that if he were to stay the day, that you would try whatever he wanted, tightening around him and kissing his lips.

You encourage him to stay home by playing on his status. The streets are much safer thanks to him, he’s the reason for everything good right now. Just the mere sight and mention of him is enough for criminals to stop in their tracks and return home with their tails between their legs. He’s allowed to stay home, he’s allowed to take a bit of time for himself to just rest his cock between your thighs and fuck himself between your thighs. It’s during these times that you’ll grip his hair and have him kiss at your sex, pressing your thigh against the side of his head. You’ll tell him how he’s such a good boy, doing all the dirty work that other heroes would rather not do, running your hand through his hair and telling him nothing but sweet things.

There’s pleasure that you take, having him nestled so close to you, almost dependent on emptying himself inside of you. You were the one to reduce the number one hero into a puddle of goo. You were the one to see Toshinori as a sweaty mess, to have him nurse on your breasts and suck on your sex as if it held the sweetest nectar that he would ever have. You convince him to stay. You sit naked on his thigh as he wears his hero outfit, your sex pressed and leaking in heavy arousal onto him. You know that when he goes out, he’ll carry your mark on him. He’ll remember the way that you taste, how you bite into his shoulder and how he humped your leg like a dog, his semen dirtying the inside of a costume. You were the one to reduce the hero to nothing but some sort of lust-filled man who can only muster the thought that he had to release himself inside of you, to fill you with his cock until you’re leaking with his seed.

[pluviophile-imagines]

you need to talk about him more 🥺 oml, to be called princess by Kuroo, AAAAAAAAaaaaaAAaaa 😍 - 🍁

God Kuroo is truly my favorite hq boy (Asahi is a very close second) and I figure I dont talk abt him more bc I'm simply not v into hq rn (but the next season is gonna be the Nekoma match so like. when it comes out maybe I'll give my boy the fic he deserves)

He's the kinda guy who like. sees u arguing with ur shitty misogynistic professor in a lecture one semester at uni, just absolutely tearing the man a new one and sounding smart as hell while doing it, and goes full fucking heart-eyes. turns to his friend next to him and says all dreamily "im gonna marry her" (cheek in his hand head tilted goofy grin on his face staring at you across the lecture hall) and his friend's gotta be the voice of reason telling him to ask u out first. and he does, eventually, after approaching u to join his study group after class and pining after you literally until graduation not for any particular reason other than that he likes ur company and wants to enjoy ur friendship first without the pressure of romance

I just adore him sm he's so smart and quick-witted but I know in my heart that he gets flustered SUPER easily around girls hes rlly into esp if u give him the same energy back. His mind just short-circuits he gets all blushy KENMA HAS TO SAVE HIM AND HE GETS SO CAGEY ABOUT IT AFTER AHBFVAFS u bring it up and hes like "idk what ur talking abt" "dude u were stuttering i dont think ive ever seen ur face that red" "actually i think kenma needs me again gotta go—" he thinks hes made a fool of himself but really its just endearing...... i mean who wouldn't be flattered by that?

BUT once y'all r dating??? suave ass motherfucker OR a complete fucking menace and theres no in between (tho sometimes he's both 🙄). Like he will pull out all the stops hes rlly observant (he has to be, he's the scheming captain) and he knows the perfect date and all these little things abt u........ and he'll also absolutely never let u live down that time u spill coffee down ur shirt when u were at a cafe date with him. not that you cant fluster him anymore tho—call him "handsome" in the right tone of voice and you WILL render him an absolute puddle of goo even when you've been wearing matching rings on your fingers for twenty years....... gets that same goofy lil grin on his face from the moment he met u all lopsided and half-dimpled and just grabs ur hand to kiss the knuckles like some medieval knight bc he knows itll fluster u back....... just. kuroo

[yeojaa]

IDK IF UR STILL TAKING REQUESTS🥺🥺🥺 sorry if IM botherinh😭😭 BUT MYBE A FINDERS KEEP HERS drabble where jk n oc get in to an argument after chap 3 n jk apologizes or something like that😭😭🥺😭🥺🥺

[ read part one / main story ]

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.  rating.  general.  tags.  this is soft angst. JK being his usual idiot self, reader being... well, sad, and yeah. just pain (but w a resolution. ish).  wc. 1.5k.  beta reader.  @hobi-gif beta’d a bit of this but i wrote most of it after so any dumb mistakes are my fault and my fault alone. 🤡  author note.  this isn’t 100% what you requested but... the first part kind of is, and then this is the resolution (because people requested it). if you’d like another drabble, please feel free to request!

In true fashion, Jungkook tries to fix the problem in the only way he knows how:  with money.

He puts the two of you up at the Four Seasons for the entire week, orders room service at all hours of the day and has treats from all of your favourite spots in the city delivered.  (Macarons, candied nuts, that one bakery that does those salted honey pies you inhale like a wild animal.)  He runs baths for you, fills the tub with your favourite scents (always Diptyque) and massages his tattooed hands all over your scalp.  He makes sure you wake up to the smell of French toast and fall asleep on a bed of roses, curled up in his arms and little else.  

He spoils you until you can hardly see the floor, designer shopping bags strewn throughout the suite.  (His sisters help him decide what to buy, mouths sealed shut otherwise.  They know better than to get too involved in his relationship with you.)  Dinner is somewhere new every night but always at a Michelin-starred restaurant, space booked out to the extent it’s just the two of you and a bouquet of your favourite flowers.

Of course, he thinks things are better.  Assumes they must be, because there’s never been a time where money hasn’t solved his problems.  No matter how much, throw enough of it at something and the problem will go away.

But you don’t go away.  Neither does your sadness.

“Baby.”  It’s your last night together before you’re back to some semblance of normalcy (not that Jungkook’s life was very normal to begin with).  He thinks he’ll miss it more than you will, if your lacklustre reactions have been any indication.

You’re fresh out of the shower - you’d turned down his offer of a bath, locked the door on your way into the washroom - and wrapped in a fuzzy white robe.  “What?”  You’re focused on running a comb through your hair, unbothered by your boyfriend who sits at the edge of the bed, legs wide and hands extended toward you.

It bothers him a bit (read: a lot).  You’re better than you were, offering tiny smiles when he begs for them, accepting his kisses without complaint. It isn’t you though.  Not the snark and the sass and the decades of friendship that normally thread your relationship.  A book with its spine about to snap, held together by cobweb.

Despite the time you’ve spent together the last few days - almost every hour, sans when you were at work - you’ve been distant still.  Not mean, of course (no, never mean, because you’ve always been soft on him) but different.  Softer and harder all at once.

“Come here,”  he coaxes, fingers curling around your wrist, pulling you between his knees effortlessly.

Normally, you’d curl around his shoulders, rake your nails through his hair.  This time, you only allow yourself to be with him, palms flat upon the ridges of muscle plating his back.  You don’t pass affection into his hair, don’t form a cradle for him to rest his head.  (It doesn’t feel like home - not like it should.)

Jungkook hates it.  Absolutely fucking abhors it.  He wants his girlfriend - his best friend, his love - back.  Not this spectre that’s taken up your space. 

(He almost forgets that he’s the reason you’re the way you are.)

“What’s wrong?”  The shape of his mouth curls, bottom lip pouting into that trademark expression that usually has you relenting, melting into a puddle of goo in his arms. 

This time, you shrug, movement dislodging the soft soft terry cloth from your shoulders.  “Nothing.”  Dumb as he might be - oblivious in the way only someone like he can be - he can tell you’re lying.  Offering the untruth right between your teeth, expecting him to accept it.

That bothers him even more.  It’s one thing to put up an act, entertain him as if you were a court jester.  It’s entirely another to treat him as if he’s a child, feeding him lies without a care.

(Notwithstanding the fact that Jeon Jungkook is, for all intents and purposes, a manchild.)

“You’re a shit liar,”  he retorts, grumpy, coloured green and blue until his insides feel like mud.  It’s strange, the discomfort that sinks beneath his skin and sticks his bones together.  Like wading through quicksand or a bog, stuck to a place he doesn’t want to be.  “Talk to me.”

“About what?”  You’re deflecting, refusing to meet his stare, holding yourself within the confines of your robe as if you can’t bear to open up to him.

That hurts more than he expects.  Slips sadness in alongside the frustration.

“About what’s bothering you.”  The fact he has to do this is driving him mad.  It’s akin to pulling teeth and he hates the dentist.

You scoff then - which he doesn’t expect.  The sound kicks him right in the stomach, a sucker punch he doesn’t see coming.  “You want me to talk about you?”  It’s an uncharacteristically mean answer, brought on by whatever’s been bothering you, turning blood to battery acid.

“Excuse me?”  

“You heard me.”  

For the briefest moment, he considers lashing out in response - giving back exactly what he’s getting.  But then he spies it, just there, past the usual warmth of your stare.  It’s hiding behind crystallised amber, peeking past the edges.  So much sadness it steals his breath right from his lungs, stripping him bare of red hot fury and leaving him lily white and lovesick.   

When Jungkook speaks again, it’s feather soft, terribly light, begging and pleading in a single utterance.  “Please.”

There’s silence for a beat, then another.  It stings for each second it continues, treading misery all over the thing that beats in his chest.  He’s not used to this.  (You’re his first and only love.  A part of him is grateful for that;  another hates even this.)

He almost asks again - readies it on the tip of his tongue.

Then you’re unloading, giving him everything he’d asked for and more.   

“I love you,”  you tell him in a reedy voice, uneven like the foundation you’ve built together.  Haphazardly thrown into place and hoped for the best on.  “But you’re an idiot.”   

(He deserves that, he supposes.)

Your voice is static, stretched thin and gossamer thin.  Cheek pressed to his curls, you find comfort in your hiding place, as if shielded by the dark.  “I’ve loved you for years and that’ll never stop.  But when you do stupid shit, it’s so hard.”  Your words are honeyed, thick and heavy as they lay into each strand, seep quietly into his ears.  Where they’d normally fill him with ecstasy, delight, send him on a sugar high - these ache, sink right to the pit of his stomach.  “I would give you anything.  Anything.”

“I know.”  Really, he does.  He’s known that since you were kids.  It’s why he’d fallen in love with you, even before he’d realised he had.

“Then why do you test me?”  

It’s not rhetorical.  You want an answer - something real you can hold between your hands.  Something to act as the salve for all the hurt, to bandage the wounds left behind by your uncertainty.  (He’s the same as you - needs to know he means as much to you as you do him.  But you show it in different ways and that’s what’s brought the two of you to this point.)

“I’m sorry,”  he answers, sliding his arms more securely around your waist, face buried into the soft fabric of the robe, into the warmth that lies beneath, into the heart that beats a rhythm identical to his.

“I don’t want sorry.”  After all, you’d already gotten one.  Weeks ago, when he’d pulled the stupid sophomoric stunt, he’d apologised.  Had been apologising every day since then, but in all the wrong ways.  “I want better.” 

It’s as if all of his bones have been cracked open, the weight of your words settling like sand, discomfort and grit snapping his head to attention.  “You want better?”  There’s nothing but alarm in Jungkook’s expression, eyes wide, throat knotted in worry.  “I—”

As always, you read him like an open book.  Hands smooth down the sides of his cheeks, palms searing over his reddened cheeks.  “Not like that.”  You’re reassuring him even as it should be the other way around.  (How ironic.)

He exhales a deep breath.  Doesn’t tear his stare from yours.  

“I just need you to be better.”  You’d never ask this of him if it weren’t important, if you didn’t feel his ignorance and immaturity splintering your insides into glass shards.  You’ve always accepted him exactly as he was, all the good and bad and ridiculous.  

This is different though.  You love him.  You’re taking a chance with him just as he is with you.  Laying your heart in his hands and trusting him to keep it safe, handing out the key in the hopes of building a home.  

So you ask - for both your sakes. 

He promises he will be and you believe him.  Have to.

For both of your sakes.

[mightbewriting]

I’m currently re-reading Bone Mortar (as one does when they are literally two steps away from an academic burnout) and this gem of a sentence really stood out to me:

“But he found he’d forgotten every last fucking one of those responses when forced into such close proximity, that infuriatingly soft smile cracking shale and chipping limestone: excavating something modestly called curiosity, aggressively called infatuation.”

*melts into a puddle of incoherent goo*

Also: “It was a habit Hermione tried very hard to break in herself as it apparently made her look like an unlikeable know-it-all. It was the same reason she’d trained herself to tell her friends and family that she studied postwar German history instead of the social impact of state-sponsored surveillance on civilians in East Germany. Apparently, if someone wanted that much information, they’d ask.” Poor Hermione, I feel this in my bones every single time someone asks about my research lol.

In case you or any of your lovely followers are interested, I have a movie recommendation connected to Hermione’s research topic. It’s called Das Leben der Anderen (The Lives of Others) and it could pretty much fit into Hermione’s syllabus. I’m bad at summaries and I don’t want to give anything away, but the plot revolves around the way the Stasi (the East German secret police) infiltrated the cultural milieu of East Berlin.

I hope you are doing well and that life is slowly getting back to normal for you. Hugs from grad student anon🤍

GRAD STUDENT ANON. did you know? could you sense that i was just thinking about you the other day? i was sending you many well wishes and positive vibes, hoping that life is treating you kindly.

also, FUN FACT. i am that person who whenever someone says, 'amanda, have you seen x movie?' the answer is always no. i have not. i have seen very few movies in my life. i am not a movie person and i am aware that this is a personality flaw.

HOWEVER. i have seen the lives of others! and i have seen it because i watched it in the class i took in undergrad that i based hermione's class in bone mortar off of. i cannot tell you how tremendously pleased i am at how full circle this has become xD im pretty sure this means i've done *something* right here bahahaha.

thanks for popping in grad student anon! i hope you're doing so, so well!

[shiftybells]

How Half Of Class 1-A Gained A Crush On Iida At 5 AM

It was at 5 AM that class 1-A learned how hot Tenya Iida actually was.

Now it was granted that the class already considered Iida ‘good looking’, but between his constantly uptight attitude and rather comical gestures, Iida was a rather funny person to look at. But it wasn’t until one rather inconspicuous morning that their ‘holy shit Iida’s hot’ revelation actually smacked them in the face out of left field.

Only a little over half of the class was awake, some were already wide awake and dressed like Aoyama, Todoroki and Jirou. Some were half awake with their pyjamas still on like Bakugou, Tokoyami, Yaoyorozu, Kirishima and Uraraka. The rest had stumbled down only a few moments before, eyes barely cracked open and barely coherent. Kaminari was half babbling over his mug of coffee while Ashido and Midoriya were blinking away sleep from their eyes slowly, bags prominent in the early morning.

It was pretty peaceful, if not slightly disconcerting to not hear or see Iida’s frankly, endearing hand chops and rambles.

As if he had been summoned Iida ever so slightly stumbled down the stairs, glasses in one hand as he let out a yawn that interrupted his “Pardon me” and ran another through his hair, blues strands becoming mussed and undercut on full display.

As he delicately placed his glasses on his face (perfectly of course, Iida doesn’t do anything in half spades) the rest of them could just picture the rosy background and sparkles around him as if they were in a cheesy anime, before his eyes blinked open to reveal ruby red eyes that positively shone as he peacefully smiled at them, surprisingly calm for once compared to usual loud way of speech.

“Good morning all!”

Everyone that was in the room had quickly spreading blushes across their faces, all dumbstruck except for Aoyama who simply squeaked out “Magnifique!”

Hell even Bakugou was blushing even if he was still frowning, which was probably his default expression. (Don’t worry though, everyone knew he was a big softie.)

Thankfully Iida didn’t notice his classmates blushing as he walked into the kitchen, presumably to make himself breakfast.

“What the fuck” Bakugou sounded so startled that somehow didn’t even begin to match what they were all feeling at that moment.

They all though that it was a onetime thing but nope, the universe hated them.

When they arrived to class Iida greeted them with a blinding smile and energetic hand chops.

And much to the amusement and confusion of their other classmates, whenever Iida either glanced in their direction or talked to them they would furiously blush and stammer like underclassmen around their crushes.

Whenever he would see their expressions, Iida would his head to the side in concern and frown (but that only worsen the blushing and stammering as it him look like a curious puppy-)

“Are you alright? You’re bright red! Are you sick?”

The concern in his eyes would make them melt and it would be physically be painful to try and not collapse into a puddle of goo on the floor.

Midoriya would be frantically texting Shinsou in a bi panic whenever Iida would smile at him (so ninety-five percent of the time) while the rest would scream with their friends in a blubbering mess. Midoriya basically spent most of his time with Iida so this was pure torture.

Of course it got worse as the week dragged on. When they decided to use the pool Iida just had to forego a swimming cap dammit. His head shone in the sun from where it was plastered to his forehead and poor Kaminari was subjected to seeing a shirtless and soaked Iida in a new light.

Kaminari, being the chaotic dumbass he was, nearly short-circuited and electrocuted everyone in the pool, but thankfully was splashed out of his stupor by Yaoyorozu, who was blushing just as hard as him, but they all managed to pass their blushing off as simply being hot from the sun, which earned them a small lecture about sun safety.

Oh and don’t even get them started on heroics class with All Might. Tokoyami and Iida had been paired up for the exercise, which some of the others both were grateful for and lamented the fact that they weren’t with the class president.

They had agreed to split up and search the two buildings beside each other, only for Tokoyami to be thrown through one of the top windows by one of Bakugou’s more aggressive blasts, which had stunned Tokoyami enough that he wasn’t able to be prepared enough for the fall that came right after.

All Might was seconds away from stepping in only for Iida sans his helmet to burst through one of the other windows opposite of the building and catch Tokoyami by wrapping his arms around the smaller male, and essentially wrap his entire body around him before crashing through another window, allowing his body to take the brunt of the fall.

Tokoyami had thankfully walked away from the fall with only a few bruises while Iida had gained a slightly dislocated shoulder from the impact, some bruising all along his right side, arm, neck and a small graze along cheek.

Tokoyami had been apologising profusely for Iida’s injuries at the end of the lesson in Recovery Girl’s infirmary while Dark Shadow crowed sadly, but Iida had simply waved his apologies off with a smile and a “Do not worry about it at all Tokoyami-kun! Bakugou-kun is a strong person, and I am pleased that I managed to catch you in time!”

Later that night Tokoyami had screamed into the recently made group chat that the eleven had made, which was aptly named Tenya Iida Simps™, which had only existed for roughly two nearly three days, but had already gained just shy of two thousand messages.

Funnily enough,most of it was just key smashes.

Tenya Iida Simps™

Bananabeak: UHBWDCIDEIEPEI

Assid: couldn’t have said better myself toko

Peppermint Bastard: Is this about what happened earlier Tokoyami?

Bananabeak: WHAT ELSE WOULD YOU THINK????

God Herself: It’s okay Tokoyami, get it all out of your system.

Bananabeak: I- he’s just so soft!?!? He cradled me so gently I felt so safe an grateful that he caught me because I certaintly wouldn’t have walked away from a fall like that uninjured like I did today and just jkhuhlehlhdf he so kind because even though he was hurt and took nearly all the damage form that fall be still asked me if I was alright like excuse me sir you are BLEEDING AND YOU ARE ASKING ME IF IM ALRIGHT!?

JackJack is jacked: oof I feel ya there Tokoyami

Voltboi: yeah! Just like when Iida has helping me and ashido do some revision before a test but I could barely even concentrate cause his eyes are just so fucking pretty

Voltboi: I mean how are his eyes such a nice shade of red wtf

Bakugou? More Like BakuBITCH: Normally I would yell at you lot for that, but honestly?

Bakugou? More Like BakuBITCH: Valid

Of course even though they would all scream into the void at some point (The void being the chat) it didn’t help things in the slightest.

Aoyama had been asking Iida about different outfit designs that he would create (Of course everyone in the class knew about his designing hobby, but Iida was one of the only people who he shared the process with) and the class president was ecstatic when he was asked for his input.

Aoyama had confessed to Iida at one point that he had doubts about his work, only for Iida to smile and offer to be a model for his designs at some point, which only made Aoyama nearly burst into tears while hugging him.

While most of the groups interactions with Iida were soft and heart-warming, Bakugou and Kirishima had both agreed that training with Iida was both annoying and fun because one; Iida was so attractive that they kept getting distracted and two; Iida fought ruthlessly and wasn’t afraid to play dirty.

Todoroki of course enjoyed spending time with his friend, (when they weren’t plotting Endeavour’s murder that was) except when he had to make sure that hadn’t caught fire or anything.

And of course Uraraka couldn’t stop blushing whenever she and Iida were out about the city with the rest of the squad, and without fail she would nearly burst into tears and nearly start to blubber whenever they would be out to get food. Iida would ask them what they want, and every time she would say “S-sorry Iida but I don’t have any money” he would simply narrow his eyes at her and say “I didn’t ask you if you had any money, I asked what you wanted.”

Of course Tsu would send all three of them knowing looks whenever Iida’s back was turned.

Yaoyorozu and Jirou both loved that whenever Mineta was trying to creep up on the girls or feel them up that Iida would immediately call him out on it, and even that one time he dragged him outside and used recipro burst to kick Mineta into the principal’s office via an open window and yet somehow didn’t get any punishment for.

Of course when the week came to a close Iida happened to be visiting his family for the weekend, so he waved a cheerful goodbye and left a warm fluttery feeling in their chests.

Ojiro watched as the small group quickly dispersed to their respective rooms, Shoji, Tsuyu and Sero all having knowing smirks, (or a knowing glint in his eye in Shoji’s case.) “Man, they’re in deep aren’t they?” His comment drew snickers from the other three.

*Bonus*

“So Tenya, got anything to tell us?”

Tenya looked up from his food to look at Tensei, only to smirk.

“What, you mean that all of a sudden just over half of my classmates have suddenly gained a crush on me?” Kayama let out a cackle. “Looks like the Iida genes strike again!”

Shouta smirked. “So that’s why half of my problem children were a blushing, stuttering mess all week?”

Tenya laughed. “Oh most definitely.”

“Wait wait wait, hold up!” Hitoshi pointed his fork at his cousin. “You’re telling me that you were aware of everything? So Midoriya was texting me about how oblivious you were, only for him to be completely fucking wrong!?”

Tenya nodded. “Absolutely, even their ‘secret group chat’ which is honestly barely even a secret.”

Hitoshi sat back in his chair with a small “huh”.

Hizashi leant over the table eagerly. “What’s the name of the chat?”

Both boys snorted. “You sure you wanna know?” Hitoshi cackled.

Kayama laughed. “Okay, now you have to tell us.”

Tenya smirked. “Tenya Iida Simps Trade Marked.”

A brief bout of silence- then Tensei slammed his head against the table with shaking shoulders while the rest of them let out loud shrieks of laughter that echoed throughout the house.

“THEY CALL THEMSELVES SIMPS, OH MY GOD”

Shouta leaned over to look at Tenya. “You gonna make next week absolute hell for them, aren’t you?”

Tenya laughed. “Oh, absolutely.”

A small crash then pained laughter came up from the floor. “H-HELP, I’VE FALLEN AND I CAN’T GET UUUP!”

Tenya laughed. “Looks like Hitoshi’s died.”

Another small crash and Hizashi’s head disappeared from his seat as he slid to the ground, squeaky wheezes escaping his lungs.

“Aaaand there goes Hizashi-nii.”

Shouta snorted. “Welp, looks like both my husband and son are dead, best get more cats to fill up the now empty space in the house.”

“W-WOW LOOK AT THAT DAD, WE’RE GETTING REPLACED BY F-FUCKING CATS.”

Hizashi wheezed from his place on the carpet.

Tenya smirked. God he loved fucking with his classmates, and if a video was taken of the other three laughing their asses off and stored in the blackmail folder in one of the darker spots of his phones storage, well that was a fact that Tenya would keep to himself with a small smile.

[telesthisia]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME:  amber! uvu 

PRONOUNS: she/her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: i like discord a lot because IMs sorta feel very much like prison, however, if people would like to communicate from there i don’t mind! also i use twitter as both a dumping ground for ocs, loz, inane shit, and public chat room tbh tbh. 

NAME OF MUSE(s): zelda, zelda, and hilda... also my oc. but since we’re on here, it’s just princess zelda ;v;

RP EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): I DIDN’T FIND OUT ABOUT RPING UNTIL I WAS 18-19 MEANWHILE THERE ARE PPL WHO HAVE BEEN IN THIS GAME SINCE AGE ONE AND A HALF DSHFJKBHJB, so like 5-6 years-ish. i’ve been on interwebs since 2007,,,, i been knew nothing about RP until way later hweoh,,,, i feel out of the loop half the time orz i think i saw youtube rpers tho ;;;;; on vocaliod videos ;;;

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: which leads to this! i only used tumblr but have tried twitter, i also adore Discord rp uvu and i... hm... that’s about it!

EXPERIENCE: like anything and anywhere you go, you’ll have good times and bad times. i haven’t had too many bad experiences, minor annoyances here and there for sure but nothing that’s majorly bad to my knowledge. i think, i mostly had good experiences because since taking up this hobby i mostly remember fun times in making friends ;v; gross cheesy. i need to get back to mean me. 

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: miscommunication. it’s hard to read text sometimes because certain things come across different to some people so it’s nice to clarify things up a bit. i also hate tip-toeing around things, just be upfront about it and talk things out with others when it comes to these things. of course insert: breaking rules. i don’t like blown up icons unless it’s something mobile did in that case totally understand... uncut post however? nah.

MUSE PREFERENCES

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: FLUFF FUCKING KILLS ME AND I HATE IT SO MUCH. give me twenty please. i love fluff but god damn it fucking destroys my heart and i become a puddle of goo. angst is fun but i’m someone who likes things that’s more bittersweet. angst just for the sake of it with no resolve is something i’m not a huge fan off and try to avoid. smut well,,,, i don’t mind writing it depending on which muse it is AND who i write it with but it’s very, very, very rare and all on discord. it’s hard to write smut without it sounding like it’s from bad sex awards, fade to black is the best bet ;;;; 

PLOTS OR MEMES: I LIKE BOTH, both are good. 

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: mo can i just say that i feel you on the ADHD because god mood, it takes me a year to respond to long threads. i’m not even kidding. ask some mutuals. that said i do love long threads even if it takes me a bit but short quick ones are fun too! i’m in the middle range. it’s very good compromise between my need to write and hell brain letting me write without me having to smack it with a stick. 

BEST TIME TO WRITE: OH SHEESH, whenever i can find the time these days. i’m usually out and about, or at work. 

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S):  No. I DON’T THINK SO AT LEAST DNAJKBFHJ, any muse i play as i can’t say have my traits. maybe when it comes to ocs where i base them off of experiences either from myself or friends or from people watching, but not really when it comes to canon characters. i do find myself attached to them though because i love how they are written... but... this zel is mostly headcanon based because there’s so little we know about her so princess zel is a bit of a rare case here haha! so no, i’m not cheery nor am i cryptid. i’m just stupid pft, my mind too big to not stan. 

tagged by: with my little pizza hands i stole this from @riwrite tagging: man take it dudes!!

[btswritingcafe]

monthly specials | april.

monthly picks by our networks authors, from our admins to you!

sweet n sour | myg . . . . . by @btsxdoll​

↳ genre:  Sugardaddy!Yoongi x Student!reader

↳ summary:  Searching for companionship, a young hardworking CEO is seeking someone whom he can share his troubles and thoughts with, without having the downsides of a serious relationship.

↳ For one, I’ve had several friends use sugar daddies to pay for school and to pay off credit card bills and they usually just wanted to have someone to talk to. Hpwever, there are some that may want more and that’s where some of those bad stories come from so  I would consider using a trigger warning in the tags so it can get filtered out. :D. Another thing, this is one of the few Yoongi stories (that I’ve read) that actually characterizes Yoongi in a good way. Yoongi’s like 1/3 brooding and 2/3 soft. The entirety of the 4th chapter just plastered a smile on my face because it’s honestly how I see Yoongi going on a date with someone xD.  He’s someone to notice everything. Anyway all of this rambling for me to say I do love the way the characters are being written. Also I noticed this is a re-write and oomfies do I know how frustrating doing a re-write is. Good luck and I will hope to see more of it. :D - @namjin-fangirling-again​

the constellations of the big and small spoons  | jjk . . . . . by @vanaera

↳ genre: fluff

↳ summary: You’re sick and your roommate’s gone for her hometown for the next days so your bestfriend, Jeon Jungkook (who loves you cares so, so much), plays nurse for the entire night. What he did not expect is to find himself also burning hot–moreover on your bed with your body intertwined with his.(OR: you and Jungkook’s single brain cells try to make sense of the night except Jungkook has his heart-shaped and yours, well, is just plain weird…or not? )

↳ i would like to start by saying that i have been wanting to read your fics for so long and my list keeps growing akjsjs bUT FINALLY THE TIME HAS COME !! i of course can’t wait to read more because yOURE WRITING IS HEAVENLY !! seriously...you’re descriptions aren’t so vivid and real. like how you emphasized guk’s feelings? oh my word !!! i felt it all right there with him. the growth of the relationship was so wholesome and i am a sucker for this best friend trope, making my heart go boom boom. for real though...the way you had the story flow from present to past to present was phenomenal. you pieced it together in the most perfect way. i am SO pumped that i got the chance to read this and i already know that im going to love the rest. you are amazing and i have fallen more in love with guk because of tHIS AKSJSJ !! pure talent !! — @suhdays

how do i get to you again? | knj + kth by @hungline

↳ genre: fluff, soulmate au, member x member

↳ summary: Namjoon doesn’t remember any of the time they have spent together, Taehyung’s appearance, or even his name when he is awake, but they always remember in their shared dream.

↳ I’m going to start this off by saying that I’m a huge sucker for vmon. (To be honest, I’m a sucker for all ships, but vmon sometimes feels so rare that I have a soft spot for most vmon fics I’ve read.) I’m also a huge sucker for soulmate aus, the concept of someone out there who’s your other half so sweet, so cute, so fluffy, that it makes me melt into a sweet puddle of goo. So, the moment I saw that this was a vmon fic with a soulmate au? Yes. Fuck yes. The way you introduced the universe with Namjoon was done so well, giving enough description but also enough space for the reader to imagine the scene as well. And then, when Taehyung was introduced? Squeals. Squeals everywhere. The intimacy between them is so sweet, so innocent, but so strong, and oh my god, in that moment you made me want so bad for them to meet each other in real life. It’s enough to bring the lurch to my heart, make me hurt a little for them, before being patched up again with how adorable they are in their dreams. The hand holding. Oh my god, the hand holding. I loved the ending, how it was so simple yet adorable and my heart beats in excitement, smile reaching my face and screaming into my pillow at the fluff. The fic was short, sweet, and made me melt into a sweet puddle of goo. An amazing piece of work written by an amazing writer. Definitely on my list of fics I have a soft spot for, for sure. — @bangtiddies

thank you for all you do to create such lovely content !! we are in awe of all your talent !! we apologize for being a bit behind for last month, but know we appreciate you !!

happy writing ✨

[midasgutz]

elfen lied manga was such a fuckin trip. did i dream that shit up ? who allowed the dude who made that to just write all that shit??

i need to talk about elfen lied because this shit has been living rent free in my head for over an actual decade. significantly longer than a decade.

im glad that i can now accept that media i consume doesnt necessarily say anything about me, because. jesus, every inch of elfen lied is a war crime. every panel.

the coolest character who was generic tough military dude, who right when you meet him makes a point of punching a secretary just for standing behind him. and then goes out to find and kill a 17 year old with abandonment issues. and gets his shit kicked in and his arm ripped off and his eyes plucked out. and so, naturally, he trades his testicles for some dope robot eyes. for the sake of all humanity. oh and a really mediocre robot arm that he can actually break if he puts too much force into like anything. and so naturally he then finds a 14 year old homeless girl, who helped him while he was bleeding out on the beach. and of course he beats her up and, possibly kicks her dog. and then he gives her his number. uh, so he can come help her if anyone tries to... beat her up? because he cant owe her anything. and then she says something he doesnt like so he beats her up again and she shows him the paper he wrote his number on and says "someone scary is screwing with me". he storms off after that but doesnt take the paper, he still owes her. he makes good on it too, she gets in some bad trouble with a bad bad dude later. a bad bad dude with a trenchcoat whos basically just a vampire hunter, crossbow included but actually he's here to hunt teenage girls with horns, not fangs. the crossbow shoots hard metal balls with velcro spikes that have a toxin on them that causes excrutiating pain. this guys a bad bad dude, and he miiiiiight be suggesting he's gonna rape this 14 year old girl but it could be the unfairthful translation causing confusion. probably not tho the author of this series is majorly fucked in the head. anyway robocop shows up and he puts his boot right down this dudes throat so thats like whatever. that panel was my desktop wallpaper for like 6 years. we find out that 17 year old girl is evil because some kids killed her dog with a vase. so she blew them up, and after that she goes around blowing people up just to eat the food in their fridge and hang around the crib for a minute. so shes framed as the good guy and robocop is evil this time and they fight again and she does kill robocop this time which sucks because theres a good portion of manga left and no one else is as interesting as he is. he dies on the beach where he lost his eyes and his arm and lets be honest he basically lost his balls at the same time.

oh. and theres a girl who does peepee in her diaper a lot. and she can sing. i dont know why she was there but i mean every other fetish the author had already made a fucking appearance so why not lmao

theres also like. some main characters. theyre complete shit. these include a normal boy. his cousin who is the most annoying character in the fucking world. she is literally just "im only here to pad the amount of love interests our generic main character can have all at once" the character. yeah man, his cousin? cause shit why not. why not, its japan, do as the romans do. also theres the alternate personality of the 17 year old. shes only here so that evil 17 year old girl can be a love interest not once but twice, and i mean, conveniently shes often naked. makes sense, when the only word you can say is "milk".

and then there's Nana. Nana is a quad amputee after evil 17 year old girl ripped all her limbs off and almost finished her off. but dont worry! her dad, whos not her dad at all, finds her and he gives her some prosthetics that she can control with her super powers. what do you mean you werent aware of the super powers? of course they have super powers. its manga. after he does this he just lets her loose with a bunch of money and his tie because she asked very politely for the dangly thing he wears on his neck. she wears it like a headband, even though she established she knew it went around his neck. so yeah he gave her money but she was raised in a lab like a rat so she has no clue what its for. she meets the 14 year old homeless girl and they have a fun time being homeless together. Nana burns the money in a fire to keep warm but only some of it because the 14 year old girl tells her that you can trade money for food, which makes nana very happy because boy did she want some of the 99 cent street vendor food earlier. no one acknowledges that nana has enough money to buy her own house and be well off for easily 5 years. 14 year old girl takes her to the main character house that shes been staying at for a while and they have a bath. nana hated this idea until she realized that bath doesnt mean bucket of cold water at her new sort of house. but uh oh, nana senses evil 17 year old and shes kinda pissed about her arms and legs. they almost do a fight but wait whats this? 17 year old isnt fighting back, she just keeps saying "milk" and smiling. nana takes some issue with this and promptly leaves after pushing her through a rice paper door. shortly after everyone goes looking for nana.

um some stuff happens and then whaaaattt??? nanas not dads real daughter is introduced. shes locked in a circular room lined with lead and chloride of lime. with a diameter of 15 meters, the length of her invisible hands. shes only ever had the voice of a single woman to comfort her, shes permanently lockdd in bondage gear unable to move. she has to use a wheelchair to move because her legs have completely atrophied. she moves it with her invisible hands, her real ones are useless. she calls the only voice she knows her mother. her mothers job has been to talk to and comfort this dangerous girl for years. said mother mentions her excitement to finally see the girl in person, and also casually drops how theyve sewn bombs into several parts of her body. conveniently, if shes in intense pain her powers dont work. so she meets her mom, takes one look at her and says "youre not my mom >:(" and sends her entire upper torso flying. conveniently said torso lands near the bomb controls. she slams that shit like shes a rat with an orgasm button and babygirls arm go bye bye. they inform her while she writhes in pain that she has to comply with their demands or they can blow her whole deal up next time. shes pretty ok with being blown up, but then they tell her they want her to kill something so her ears perk up like a cat hearing a can opener. yep shes going to go kill evil 17 year old. nanas not dad is not taking any of this well but he essentially gets mindbroken after he has to blow up his daughter later after shit flies off the handle. he spends his time as a homeless man, denoted by the sudden appeaeance of a large beard, living in a shack on the beach where robocop died. he does note the beach is incredibly clean and that is because robocop picked up allllllll the trash so that evil 17 year old couldnt throw it at him. he did totally eat shit anyway though no worries. im not bitter about it why should you be? im not.

anyway shit happens and 17 year old melts into a really graphic puddle of fleshy goo, and in doing so totally does the jesus thing. because at some point she realized she really just wanted to be with main character, but all of the things shes done makes that impossible.

i was like maybe 12 when i read this shit. i didnt reread it for this. im pretty sure most of this is accurate but i CAN and WILL promise you one thing. diaper girl is real, and he REALLY really really really 100% did trade his balls for robot eyes, and a playdough robot arm.

[softstraykidsimagines]

Boyfriend!Hyunjin

A/N: SHE PROTECC

SHE ATTACC

BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY

SHE BACC

HI GUYS!!! I’m so happy to be posting again i cry :,)  i hope you enjoy!!!! i;ll be updating as much as i can without rushing too much :D

MASTERLIST

Prepare your wigs peeps

This is gonna make me swerve

I mean

cmon it’s Hyunjin

Let’s do this!

Prince Hyunjin

Is actually smooth af with his crush

He'll complement you whenever he gets the chance

Or gives you food

Basically your knight in shining armor

Ye, that’s not what actually happens

He's smiling like an idiot and about collapse when he’s with you because HE'S FREAKING OUT OK

So freaking nervous his heartbeat is always up when he’s with you

You sometimes think he’s about to have a heart attack and you’re not stupid you know why lmao

Same for when he confesses

At first he’s pretty calm about it

Just casually asked if you wanted to see a movie with him some time

“Like... a-as more than friends?”

You'd kinda expected it so you weren't too shocked when he asked you

So you said yes

Duh

And he does a double take

"Wait.... Are you serious? You want to?"

"Well yeah?"

"WHAT WHY"

Was good with flirting but didn't actually think you'd go out with him smh

Now every minute he just contemplates the fact that he has you

And he still can't believe it

Like shit dude

He’s with the y/n

You never feel unloved when you're with him

He loves going for long walks, just to talk and relax

Why does it sound like he's a dog here lmao

Will always take as many pictures of you as his phone storage will allow, his camera roll is stuffed with pics of you

Will insist on going to the park for a picnic, he just loves you and the sunshine

He loves to quietly slide your hand into his

But he always ends up giggling because he’s so giddy about being with you

Has to take a moment to charge up his courage before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek

He then goes an unreal shade of scarlet as he covers his face, muttering that he ‘can’t believe that he actually did it’! 

It takes him a while to finally gather up the courage to properly kiss you

Like.... a very long time

You were starting to get worried that he didn’t actually like you

Maybe he was just too nervous to tell you that it wasn’t working for him

buT NOPE

On one certain date, Hyunjin had prepared a cute little dinner on the practice room floor

He was so apologetic about the poor setting, but finally had stopped saying sorry when you’d told him for the 2376129th time that you were having fun

At some point, he just went uber silent, watching you not in a creepy way

You eventually noticed, and just stared back

“What?”

He didn’t say anything, but his eyes did widen a wee bit

“What are you lookin at, you’re sorta scaring m-”

He cut you off and just kissed you

BOI YOU WERE SO SHOCKED

Afterwards you both just stared at each other

And then Hyunjin goes all red

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that I’m sorry that was stupid you can slap me if you want!!!!”

“Bruh why would I want to slap you?!”

“You don’t hate me?”

facepalms for days

You meet the other boys only a few minutes later

Go figure

You’re talking casually, the embarrassment from the kiss wearing off

They all come stampeding into the practice room making an ungodly racket

And all go quiet when they realize what they’ve done

Changbin, bless him, tries to reduce the awful level of awkwardness: “*cough* uh hey, Hyunjin.... This must be y/n right?” He waves at you. “We’ve heard a lot about you, Hyunjin never stops talking about you”

He misses the death glare Hyunjin shoots him

Then Jisung

Freakin Jisung, man

Waltzes up: “Hyunjin’s cheeks are really pink”. He gives a cheeky smile. “You didn’t kiss did you?”

The room goes as quiet as a tomb

“OH SHIT YOU DIDN’T ACTUALLY KISS DID YOU????”

Of course Hyunjin completely loses his shit at the sight of you turning a deep red. “GODDAMMIT JISUNG STFU”

Ye your first meeting with SKZ wasn’t the best

But you all bonded rather quickly after

And Jisung buys you little snacks sometimes as an apology for your first awkward meeting

OH GOD THE BOYS ADORE YOU

If you’re ever sick, they always get snacks for Hyunjin to give you

And if you’re really under the weather, they’ll cover for Hyunjin so that he can stay with you and take care of you.

He wraps you in blankets

YOU ARE NOW A BURRITO

And tries to make soup for you

We know what cooking!Hyunjin leads to

You’re chilling on the couch and you suddenly hear a high-pitched scream

You’re up and sprinting to the kitchen at the speed of light still wrapped in a burrito

To find him fanning at a smoking pot

“WHAT THE FUCK HYUNJIN YOU JUST NEED TO HEAT IT UP HOW DID YOU START A MINI FIRE?”

You’re home doesn’t burn down thank goodness

And you end up heating some soup for yourself while Hyunjin watches

And it’s! hilarious! when he’s sick!

He becomes a little ten-year-old istg

But in a really cute way

He doesn’t ask for anything: food, to watch TV etc

Nah he just wants cuddles

The whole damn day

So while you’re struggling to keep a mask on and not getting sneezed on, this idiot is smiling like a puppy if puppies could smile, clinging onto you like a love-filled leach did that sound weird? i think that sounded really weird

i want this tattooed on my face thx

Now idk what this dude is afraid of

Something tells me one big fear would be to lose Stray Kids and the people he loves

And so I think he’d get kinda nervous when you both see less of each other and when he gets busier

You can’t talk as much because of his crazy schedule and with lack of sleep, he starts getting more irritated easier during the little intervals of time you get to see each other

At some point he might snap at you, maybe for no reason at all, and you’ll snap back indignantly

Yeah you love him but you’re not taking any attitude

If things get really bad, he just shakes his head, saying he needs some air

You’ll both give yourselves some space, but eventually Hyunjin becomes terrified that you’re too angry with him to talk again

So he goes to find you and talk

You both hug it out and decide to spent the rest of the day together for more quality time

And it’s totally worth Hyunjin getting an earful from Chan the next day

OK back to fluff quickly quickly

On the days Hyunjin goes somewhere, you sometimes join him in the car ride, tho you’re always super careful to never show your face when he gets out

Gotta stay hidden yknow?

You’ll both send cute little texts throughout the day and OOF just couple goals

You: hey check this out, this is me 2 u *sends heart meme*

Jiiniie<3: oh yeah? well this is me @ u! *sends heart meme with more hearts*

You: boi dont start smth u cant win!

And thus begins the heart meme wars

r they even called heart memes idk

i want this tattooed on my face pt2

We’ve already established that Hyunjin can’t cook for love or money

So if he even steps foot in the dorms’ kitchen

You bet that at least two other of his hyungs will follow for pure supervision

And he is not, under any circumstances, allowed to cook something by himself

And you’re grateful that your safety and world peace had been assured by this rule

Although, you’re allowed to cook together as long as you watch what he’s doing

If anything at all goes wrong, the blame is pinned on you

So it’s natural for you to treat these cooking projects as once-in-a-while occasions

Now when you ask about meeting his parents

Holy Hell

Stutters, clammy hands, flitting eyes, you name it

Hyunjin is so frickin nervous about you meeting his parents oof

You don’t understand why, like hey, how bad could it be right?

But pretty soon you get why Jinnie was nervous

His parents aren’t that trusting within the first hour of knowing you

You guess it might be because of poor past experiences?

Maybe Hyunjin had been judged or dated once too many times just for his looks?

The thought is enough to make you swear by all you know to always treat him like a treasure

You also make a mental note to ask him sometime

Eventually, his parents realize you have pure intentions and they become so much kinder and warmer

They let you know how welcome you are to visit whenever you want, they offer to send you off with some homemade cookies...

And Hyunjin gets so emotional at the beautiful site in front of him that he bursts into tears

Which causes you and his parents to tease and hug him

if you’re thick, let’s just be clear that im making a statement on how you should NOT judge Jinnie purely because he’s good looking, appreciate his talent!

Now, Hyunjin is kinda tall compared to the rest of SKZ hah im joking of course so it’s pure instinct to want to steal his shirts

Don’t lie, if you had the chance, you would take something i see right thru u

And at some point in your life, you stop realizing ‘hey, this isn’t my jumper!’ and just walk around in clothes that aren’t yours

And when this happens, three things follow:

You see a wild Hyunjin crashing through the apartment towards you, yelling happily that ‘that’s my favorite hoodie!!’ he tries to act like he’s angry and fails in 0.0000003 sec

He doesn’t slow down and freakin slams into you at full velocity, knocking you over or off anything you might be sitting on

He proceeds to tickle you mercilessly, until you either can’t breath and turn purple or until you commit an extreme act of violence in the name of self defense

Once this chaotic episode ends, most of the time with both of you are completely knackered and just lying on the floor

You both cool off by just cuddling and watching something on TV

Or reading something together!!!

I can totally see Hyunjin shoving one of his fav books in your face and insisting that you both take turns in reading aloud to each other

And you both react at the same time to shockers in the book, like you start crying together when a character dies who hasn’t had that traumatic experience or you both squeal with joy and hug each other tighter when something great happens

Did I just turn into a puddle of happy goo?

Yes I fuckin did.

I think Hyunjin wouldn’t take that long to tell you that he loves you

That doesn’t mean that he planned anything tho

HAH! Course he didn’t

Probs says it when he can barely think straight

Maybe you’re watching him dance late at night

You’d brought snacks to keep him going ‘cause he was working his ass off

And there you sit, marveling at his skill and fluidity while executing his choreo

You have a talent for hyping Hyunjin up while he dances, cheering when he leaps high into the air, gasping when he performs a complicated move, and aw-ing and his graceful poses ok im done now

When he finishes one of his more dramatic dances, you jump up with glee and tackle him in a hug despite him being sweaty, saying how proud you are

He hugs you back happily and says:

“I should be the proud one, having someone I love so much being so supportive of me”.

You both freeze, still hugging each other

And neither of you move or breathe for a moment

“What did you say?”

“UhhhHHHH NOTHING I SAID NOTHING”

“You said that you love me!”

“WAT NO I DIDN’T I-”

“HYUNJIN I LOVE YOU TOO!!!!”

“N- wait what?”

“I love you, dumbass” same tho

Oof that poor practice room has seen a lot of awkwardness

I’m cracking up just by thinking of how hopeless Hyunjin could become when SKZ are away

“Hey do you guys have a signal and/or data? I wanna Skype y/n and show them the beautiful view”.

*all of SKZ facepalms*

Always taking pictures to show you

In the evenings, you get a frickin cascade of notifications of both photos and messages from the poor boy telling you he misses you like crazy

When Skyping, he asks to see Khami, who you have the pleasure of caring for during his absence

You do question (mentally and then verbally) whether he calls to talk to you or his dog

He never answers the question heh

There’s lowkey a competition between you and Khami for Hyunjin’s affection

When the boys make their flight home, Hyunjin keeps you informed about everything that’s happening

I mean everything:

Jiiniie<3: we’re @ the airport :D     -6h ago

Jiiniie<3: waiting to board!     -5h ago

Jiiniie<3: they’re getting ready to go, i can’t wait to see you!! xxx      -5h ago

Jiiniie<3: will text you when we arrive, love!     -5h ago

Jiiniie<3: JUST LANDED! CANT WAIT TO HUG U     -31mins ago

Jiiniie<3: about to get our luggage!     -Just now

You get the point -_-

When you finally see each other, he runs at top speed to pick you up and spins you around

frickin goals man i feel so sad writing this :,)

He goes public in probably the most aesthetic way that’s physically possible

He posts a bunch of gorgeous photos-

Courtesy of Jisung

-of your silhouettes in front of sunsets

-Pics he took of you laughing during a cafe trip

-Bomb-ass selcas where you’re both lookin hella fine

Just

UGGHHH

SO! AESTHETIC!!!

Naturally, the internet freaks the fuck out

Both of you are kinda nervous about the explosive reaction

There are salty bitches who are telling you to piss off because they jelly

But the huge majority of Stay are crying with happiness and wishing you both well

this better happen in the future im watching all of u

And soon Hyunjin is talking about you on vLives, proud af because y/n freakin rules!

OhmyGod I love Hyunjin

Damn my heart be like < HYUNJIN 3 phew

[cybervoider]

a test post in which i paste a bunch of notes i wrote after watching good omens for the forth time like two weeks ago to see how this works

• you would not believe your eyes, if the antichrist grew up to make Fireflies • my favorite scenes were all the ones with the burning car. idk they just made me laugh for that reason you can't describe • but the "lord heal this bike" is my favorite moment probably just... there are no words • oh and "haster." "-levista." • AND "SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUP" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

• sunglasses demon sad boy.

• he seems like he enjoys general mischief but when it comes down to like... idk very stereotypical evil thingys™ he's not into it. but still bad boy but just... likeable bad boy who mostly likes to inconvenience people because thats funny. probably would've been generally decent if he wasn't gonna die for it. maybe. • "let's ride off into the stars together like lovers haha jk...unless? actually please im begging you"

• angel food cake is like... sweet but also asshole.

• like idk seems to have a bit of a disconnect (and some sort of "above this" complex but all of those loser angles got that) but like, at least he's not as bad as the rest of the creepy skybox cult. he’d probably be so much better without them. otherwise he's a nice southern pansy. • it made me sad the last time i watched it when i realized that only after he literally gets rejected by the presidential speaker for god does he turn to his best friend like... that gives me so many mixed emotions. ugh :(

• their character interactions were my favorite though even if they tried to tear my heart out but jokes on you i dont have a heart >:) • im mad that they didnt hold hands >:( let them hold hands dammit. it's not gay if you say no homo first.

• toad man and chameleon guy are like "lol we don't trust anyone" but are just... always hanging around eachother. • haster is ridiculous he's definitely lost it it's great. his screams. just. there are no words. crazy man. "what's a computer." • sad that ligur has to become a puddle of goo. how do you think froggy is handling it? besides the whole....screaming his head off. • gabriel and michael remind me of my dad and his mom. idk it's just their whole.. demeanor and look. eugh. • gabriels hilarious though like... complete dumbass asshole and it's great. can't even describe it. • dagon's pretty cute ngl. lispy demon. cute lil scales and metal teeth. good. very good. i approve. gimme. • uriels cute too but like...cold asshole. no cute lisp either. dagon's better. • oh and beez. yucky. cute but yucky. looks and sounds like they're just so done with everything all the time i love it. • i can't spell his name but i hate the "can't have war without war" guy like his mouth is always hanging open and his smile is all weird??? yuck. no thanks.

• i want to see the four horsemen drinking tea at that shop. • also death is the best out of the four of them if only just because he was playing some arcade trivia game in the background in a bikers outfit. it's too perfect • i would say pollution looks cool but i care about the environment too much. like fuck off you little shit how dare you ruin that creek??? you bitch. • war has that stupid smiling face all the time like can she ever stop grinning • im hungry now and im blaming it on toothy guy.

• i swear every rewatch my brain keeps flip flopping on whether emo americans dad knew the plan or not and i dont even know why •  emo kid has probably so many issues from being sung lullabies about ruling the world like... i just had my sister play a song about someone's funeral and look where i ended up •  adams cool enough besides the fact that it must be canon that he ends up making some alternate universe of owl city. british owl city. •  i like how he's got that kind of... im not sure how you describe it but he's got this "neutral" expression alot of the time i felt fit the kid who's gonna end everything. •  pepper is great. 90% sure she grows up to be a lesbian queen. you go girl. •  wednesday is... the fourth day of the week. and a little witch. that is all. •  the rest of the them all get some kind of background but apparently according to the narration brian just... exists. •  also i love how it's says "always supportive of adam" when he's the first to doubt him and also just *picks up some sort of wooden thing to knock him out* •  anathema is cool. i loved all her different dresses. gives me big sister vibes. •  did the same actor do both newt and adultery??? •  okay they get to bang literally right after they meet but you can't have dumbass immortals hold hands??? bruh >:(

anyways i enjoyed it        

[delilahmidnight]

Im ready for nate to stop being a jerk and for him and annie to have a real, healthy relationship

Ugh frank looks so gross go away and die pls

Yeah definitely weird to live with your professor and even weirder I think for the professor to be the one suggesting it. But I get that their relationship is different and that shes worried about his safety

Laurel is so pretty of course but she also looks like 30 now. I mean im sure karla souza is that old but still it makes me uncomfortable

*gasp* there she is!!! my itty!!!! my bitty!!!! my baby!!!! Look how beautiful and serious she is

Goddamn bon and laurel would make such a cute couple

“your stupid clinic” sgdhfj bonnie’s pissed she cant do real cases aww bitty

AWWWMMM BITTY NO!!!!!

Laurel “its not my clinic” going down to help bitty and bonnie knowing she didnt come “just to say hi” (tho god my shipper heart wishes she did)

Ah shes worried about wes again. Whats new.

THAT STACK OF FILES IS ALMOST AS BIG AS HER MY BABY

“why does everyone think thats so weird” BECAUSE IT IS WEIRD YOU WEIRDO

But also my babies spending a quiet afternoon together alone in a sunny office=the dream

Hm. Frank is in a car crash. I dont care.

Everyones automatically worried about the breakup bc they assume Connor cheated on ollie lmao. Also michaela with her hand on laurels back and them sharing a look at asher being a pervo

OLLIE SFHFDKGDHKD U NERD

ugh, Nates prolly like not this shit again

Frank was in prison and sam was his dr???? Holy shit.

Meggy immediately jumping to annies defense/assuming the fliers are a hate crime

Laurel sgdhfjg she thinks its suspicious they met in a bookstore shjfjf??? Laurel pls

I KNOW YOURE BORED YOU MAKE THAT VERY CLEAR WITH HOW LOUD YOURE STOMPING AROUND WITH THOSE BOXES

IN THE MOST BORED AND MOM-LIKE VOICE

ACTUAL CHILD BONNIE WINTERBOTTOM STOMPING AROUND LIKE A TODDLER HAVING A TEMPER TANTRUM BC ANNIE WONT LET HER WORK ON "REAL" CASES

ANNIES VOICE SOFT AND SENSIBLE, NOT DOUBTING, WHEN BONNIE SAYS SHE’LL TAKE CARE OF IT AND ANNIE ASKS HOW

ANNIES ALMOST-SMILE WHEN BONNIE TELLS HER SHE CAN FIGURE IT OUT AND NOT TO WORRY

ALSO THEY’RE WEARING COMPLEMENTARY OUTFITS IN TEAL AND BLACK IM YELLI NG

Wow connors really invested in this case

Is it bc he actually cares that much or bc he really wants to win?

Annie reassuring him when hes panicking about his performance

Michaela being firm about her expectations for her+ashers relationship and explicitly stating “I am not your teacher” #nice

Laurels enormous grin when she finds out wes googled meggy

CONNOR WHAT ARE YOU DOING HOLY SHIT

OH MY GOD SHE HEARD

Omg ashers freshmen girls clique

HELL YEAH BITCH YOU CANT FUCKING SUSPEND ANNALISE FUCKING KEATING

oh my god

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD THEY’RE PLAYING POOL TOGETHER THATS GAY THAT IS SO GAY

THATS GAY ACTIVITY

FUCK!!!!! FUCK!!!!! THIS IS!!! TOO MU CH

THE AMOUNT OF S W A G G E R BONNIE IS CAPABLE OF IS JSUT

I CANT DEAL ALRIGHT I REALLY CANT

I love her I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHES A SOFT BUTCH WHO CAN PLAY POOL im so gay for bonnie IM SO GAY IT’S NOT FAIR

SHES IN A BUTTON DOWN SHIRT DELIBERATELY GETTING LAUREL DRUNK IM SCREAMING

BONNIES CAT-WHO-GOT-THE-CANARY SMIRK WHY CANT SHE JUST LET ME LIVE IM A PUDDLE OF GAY GOO

LIKE LOOK AT THIS SHIT PLEASE

YES I WOULD BE JEALOUS

OF FRANK

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD HANDS IN POCKETS AND WITH A POOL STICK THIS IS THE GAYEST BONNIE HAS EVER LOOKED AND IM BEING PERSONALLY ATTACKED IN MY HOME ON THIS FRIDAY NIGHT

FUCK!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!! I CANT BELIEVE THIS OH MYGOD

Ok putting my uncontrollably gay feelings for bonnie aside, Laurel actually being honest and vulnerable with Bonnie and the appearance of the Sad Dimple™, and bonnie trying to reassure her and protect her by trying to convince her to forget about frank, and wanting to protect her innocence from whatever hell she and frank have been involved in

I think this scene shows, not just that bonnie is smart and can get shit done, especially when its for annie, but that even tho she might look down on laurel for being a silly girl with a crush on frank, she still cares enough about her to want her to get over frank, not jsut forget about him for her own safety

And I really appreciate her saying “kill the fantasy of frank in your head”. Not “forget about him” bc obvs, you cant really do that. But “kill the fantasy”–bc thats not him–bc a fantasy is all frank was. She could never truly know him and keep loving him. She loved what she knew about him, and what she didn’t know, she filled in the blanks with imaginings that balanced out the truth. But none of it is real. Time to let it go and move on.

LAUREL WHAT ARE YOU DOING

Oh ma god thank god

WAIT WHATS GOING ON WHY SHE HAS TO GO SEE HER DAD

[letspleasuretogether]

can you post some lavilena headcanons soon? im in desperate need owo/

Hey there, Anon. Since I’m avoiding writing as it is, I decided to fill out some OTP questions that I had saved for a while now. Hope you like these. ;) Also, I’m going for a Modern AU vibe with these, just so you’re aware. (I’m a slut for Modern AU.)

Who is the most affectionate?

You’d think it’d be Lena, but it’s actually Lavi. Heconstantly gives affectionate, little touches to Lenalee, or sneaks kisses whenno one else is looking.

Big spoon/Little spoon?

Lavi is usually the big spoon, simply because he’s larger.But sometimes Lenalee likes to be the big spoon, too.

Most common argument?

Family. Lavi hates dealing with it, and Lenalee’s brother isway too overbearing. Anytime they gosee family, there’s likely going to be an argument.

Favorite non-sexual activity?

Surprisingly, bathing together. Sometime it gets sexual, butmostly Lavi just loves washing Lenalee’s hair.

Who is most likely to carry the other?

Lavi will carry Lenalee, always. He loves carrying her,especially because it embarrasses the crap out of her if he does it in public.

What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Lenalee loves Lavi’s smile and his personality (not tomention his butt, arms, and back)Lavi loves Lenalee’s everything, but especially her face (with a specificfixation on her lips.)

What’s the first thing that changes when they realize theyhave feelings for the other?

For Lavi, when he realizes he really likes Lena, he stops shamelessly flirting with her because,fuck, now he’s not simply joking about it anymore and that makes everything1000x more embarrassing for him.For Lenalee, she actually hides from Lavi for a long time.She worries she’ll give herself away if she is around him for too long.

Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

Lavi almost always shortens Lenalee’s name to Lena. He alsolikes to try out stupid nicknames (Babe, Boo, Sweetcakes, Pumpkin, ect.) andLenalee always shoots them down. So, he has to come up with increasingly strangeand complicated nicknames (babe-a-licious or sweetie-peach-pumpkin-pie-with-a-side-of-ice-cream).Lenalee hates that she loves it.

Who worries the most?

They are both prone to worrying, but while Lenalee voicesher worries, Lavi always keeps his hidden until they eat away at him.

Who remembers what the other one always orders at arestaurant?

Lavi remembers, of course.

 Who tops?

Oh ho ho~ They switch it up allthe time. Lenalee is actually the more dominant one in the bedroom, andLavi loves every second of it.  

Who initiates kisses?

Lavi, usually.

Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Lenalee does.

Who kisses the hardest?

Mmm, Lavi does.

Who wakes up first?

Lenalee. Lavi is impossible to get out of bed.

Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Lavi, always.

Who says I love you first?

Lenalee says it first—after holding it in for way too long.

Who tells their family/friends about their relationshipfirst?

Lenalee does, only because Lavi doesn’t give a crap what hisfamily thinks, but Lenalee worries way too much about hers.

What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Lavi’s family thinks Lena is way too good for him (and tell him as much). Lena’s family is superover protective of her, and they make sure that Lavi knows he’ll be in deepshit if he every hurts her. (Of course, he would never hurt Lena.)

Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

Lavi would, OMG. They’d just be doing something completelydomestic, like washing dishes, and if a song came up on the radio that was goodto dance to, he’d drag Lenalee from their task and dance with her. (Whichalways makes doing chores drag out longer than necessary, but how can Lenaleesay no to that face??)

Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

Lenalee is much better at cooking, but they love to cooktogether. Lavi usually ends up chopping the food for Lenalee.

Who comes up with cheesy pick-up lines?

OMG always Lavi. He’s the king of cheesy pick-up lines.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear duringinappropriate times?

Lavi will start it—he’ll whisper something while they’re outwith friends. But Lenalee finishes it, always. She’ll say something so mind-blowinglysexy and nasty and perfect that Lavi will turn into a puddle of goo.

Who needs more assurance?

Lenalee usually needs more assurance, and gets it simplybecause she’s more vocal about it.

What would be their theme song?

I have many songs that remind me of Lavi and Lena, but forthis one I’m going to pick one of my faves; A Woman’s Voice by Chuck Prophet. Hereare some extra perfect lyrics:

Woman’s voice can drug youShe’ll be lookin’ for the chanceIf you’re lucky she might roll you like duct tapeYou’ll be entwined in a modern dance

Yeah, a woman’s voice can drug youTill you cannot feel your legsEvery syllable’s like an oceanEvery word a frozen lake

Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

Lenalee would, absolutely.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Lenalee would play with a piece of jewelry that Lavi hadgiven her (a ring, necklace, whatever), and she’d use it as an anchor to keep herfrom getting too anxious. Lavi would constantly text Lenalee, even stupidstuff, just to keep the communication open. If he can text or call her, even ifshe’s far away, it’s not so bad.

[maxbronte]

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((im screamin i didn't mean to straight up plagiarize this in the starter i just posed))

YOU SO COULD HAVE KEPT IT OH MY GOD EVISCERATE IS SUCH A GOO WORD AND AS SOMEONE WHO HAD TO LISTEN TO ‘CLOSER’ 17 TIMES A DAY EVERYDAY AT WORK OVER THE SUMMER I CAN HONESTLY SAY THAT IS THE ONLY PROPER WORD TO DESCRIBE THE RAGE THAT SONG INDUCES

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i have 0 words to describe how amazing this is

 i can think of one word to describe this post

"extra"

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"kneeling in a chunky red puddle of you" �� �� ✔✔ �� ��

there is so much jimmy in her already i’m horrified

YES!! I’VE BEEN DRAWING PARALLELS TO MAX’S CRUSH ON HIM TO JIMMY’S CRUSH ON HER SINCE THE WINTER FORMAL

I HATE IT I HATE THAT IT MAKES HER EMPATHIZE WITH JIMMY

I HATE HOW THERE ARE ACTUALLY SO MANY SIMILARITIES BETWEEN MAX AND JIMMY IT FUCKS ME UP ALL THE TIME I HATE THAT HE MADE HER LIKE THIS I HATE HOW THEY BOTH BINGE-WATCHED THE SAME HORROR MOVIES FOR A YEAR STRAIGHT I HATE THAT THEY BOTH DEVELOPED THE SAME SENSE OF HUMOR AND TASTE FOR GOTHIC ROMANCE I HATE THAT SHE’S ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT HIM AND SEEING THING FROM HIS WARPED POINT OF VIEW NOW I HATE THAT SHE CAN’T GO INTO ANY RELATIONSHIP WITHOUT COMPARING THE OTHER PERSON TO HIM AND WORRYING THAT SHE’S GOING TO HURT THEM I HATE EVERYTHING