#arm veins going crazy ngl

[postflython]

sometimes you just gotta squeeze a workout in whenever you can 💪

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

laughter like honey dribbles ◦ l.f

-an inexperienced Felix tries to impress you by forcing his voice deeper. What do you do when it cracks mid-through?

Paring◦ Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

Words◦ 1123

Genre ◦ The fluffiest smut you'll ever read, awkward sexual situations, realistic sex where life isn't all butterflies, orgasms, and rainbows.

Warnings ◦ Reader is described as having a vagina, laughter during sex, Felix being a big baby, embarrassment (what's new), ruined orgasm ig? Ngl i feel like half of this is just a bunch of me yapping and terrible punctuation (if you find any errors PLEASE let me know, thank you).

A/N ◦ This was the very first thing I've ever posted on my tumblr literally ever and so I'm going to be reuploading all of my stuff back onto this account 😃 so why not start off here

~CookieCreates🍪

You can feel him all around you, chest to chest, skin to skin, heart to heart. Your bodies melded together flawlessly, as though you were molded to fit into each other's arms, and, well, each others…

He pumps in and out of you ruthlessly, perfectly tipping you closer and closer to the edge.

“Please,” you whimper, wrapping your legs around his rutting hips, wanting him closer, harder, deeper,

Fuck.

“What do you want, baby?” He slams his hips harder into yours, prodding all the perfect places. You choke, a rush of pleasure vibrating through your bones. “Use your words.” He pants, nibbling on the soft skin of your neck, his voice deep and low, the seductive sultry tilt sends shivers up your spine and tingles to your core. 

“Say something, anything, your voice drives me crazy,” you whine, throwing your head back in bliss. A shrill moan rips from the back of your throat as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching, electric hands reaching out to you. You brush the tips of its fingers; trailing rings of fire seem to be tickling your skin, raging beneath your bones. 

So close.

So close.

So close.

You reach, all you need is,

“Good girl.” Felix doesn't know why he did it, forced his voice lower, deeper. At the time when ecstasy was rushing through his veins, it didn't seem like such a bad idea, until he went so deep it cracked.

He wants nothing more than for the earth to crack open and swallow him whole.

He stops.

You stop.

The world stops for a moment, and all you can see are his big, brown eyes blown wide with shock. The room is completely silent; the only thing being heard is the rough pounding of your hearts and the hard blinking of your eyes which seems like all you guys are able to do. You stay like that forever. Watching. Waiting. For one of you to take one for the team and cut through the growing tension in the room. You curl your lips into your teeth, breaking the awkward stand-off on whose either going to laugh their ass off or pretend that nothing happened and continue to fuck, but with your orgasm long forgotten and the previous raging heat of the room now dwindling to nothing more than a few flickering embers, the laughter that bubbles up in your throat is beginning to be too hard to contain.

Heat floods his cheeks as he blinks, still in this weird form of fight or flight mode. His muscles tense beneath your traveling fingertips, overcome with the humiliation that burns through his chest, and figuring no matter how much he's praying for the earth to swallow him up, Mother Nature is not coming to save him, so he shoves his face into the crook of your neck, hiding from your amused stare instead. 

“Baby,” you chuckle softly, sympathetically, the sound reminding him somewhat of delicate strings of honey that float through the air. Even with the regret coursing through his veins, the sound sticks to parts of his brain that only you are allowed to occupy, so basically, all of it.

He could sum up his life with you in one simple sentence: cotton candy kisses and laughter like honey dribbles. He groans, digging his face deeper into the soft skin of your neck, the same neck that's littered with the love bites he bestowed not even moments earlier.

Oh, how the world changes. 

You can't help the spree of giggles that spill from your mouth.

“Can you come out now, please?”

"No, I'm good. I think I'm going to live here, die here, eat here, sleep here. You might as well get comfortable, baby, cause I'm staying here for the rest of my life!” He says erratically, digging his face deeper into your skin.

“My dramatic baby,” you coo, running your fingers through his hair, still damp with sweat. Time seems to trickle by as soft bouts of breathing fill the air. The heat of his cheeks burns into your neck as you attempt to coddle him out of the embarrassed home he's made in your body.

"S'embarrassing,” he mumbles, voice muddled by the depth in which he has burrowed into your flesh.

“What was that, baby? I couldn't hear you from the home you've made in my neck.” You tease, a playful smirk dancing on your lips. He lifts his head, shooting you an equally playful but unamused glare. You have to push back the laughter that threatens to leave your lips as you take in his red cheeks and shy eyes. He looks so adorable and yet so sexy at the same time. You don't know if you want to jump his bones or bake him a batch of cookies. The best part is that you know you're going to be able to do both. You lift your eyebrows, sending him a look that states, "You have to admit that really was funny," which he reciprocates with a bashful smile, not quite meeting your eyes, giving you a look back that states, "I know it was funny, but right now I'm too embarrassed to say that currently."

That's what you loved about your relationship with Felix—you didn't always have to communicate with words. Your hearts did the talking for you.

“Come on,” you giggle, “you have to admit it was kind of funny.” He rolls his eyes, a wide smile creeping onto his face. "Yeah, I guess it was kind of funny.” 

You snicker, “Thank God, cause the laughter wasn't going to hold itself in for very long.” 

"Ugg, I hate you.” His words were as soft as silk, holding not even a centimeter of malice. He buries himself back into the permanent place he's made his home. 

“But I love you.” You whisper, your lips grazing the crown of his head, soft hairs tickling your chin.

You loved Felix, and he loved you, and even though the mood was ruined and hope for an orgasm was gone, you wouldn't trade it for the world. How could you when he was exactly that. Your world. 

“Okay, as much as I hate to say this, you can't live inside of me forever; my pH levels have to be screaming right now.”

When you were a girl and the coughs started coming, your mother used to give you honey in a spoon and a tickle to the stomach, telling you that laughter was the best medicine, but mixed with the slick amber liquid, your laughter would always sound like honey dribbles, the perfect cure, but with Felix, you never had to worry about being sick because laughter was all the two of you ever spoke.

©CookieCreates (posted: June, 2nd 2024) All rights reserved. Do not translate, copy, or claim my works as yours! I only post on this platform so if any of my works are elsewhere, report and notify me immediately.

[p0orbaby]

Sinners | Wrath

summary: things get worse before they get better

warnings: SMUT 18+, dom!reader, abit agro ngl

a/n: the penultimate chapter

word count: 2.3k

Lust | Gluttony | Envy | Sloth | Greed | Pride

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Leah barely gets the door closed behind her before you’re at her neck. The click of the latch is still echoing through the hallway when you grab her by the collar of her blazer and push her back against the wall. Hard.

“What the fuck was that?” Your voice is low, trembling with the anger you’ve barely been holding in.

Leah blinks, her surprise morphing quickly into something more guarded. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you snap, your hands tightening on her shirt. The adrenaline’s still pumping through your veins, making it hard to control the volume of your voice, the sharpness of your words. “Don’t play dumb with me, Leah”

She clenches her jaw, eyes narrowing. “I don’t have time for this”

“Oh, you’re going to make time.” Your tone leaves no room for argument. You can feel the heat radiating off her body, the tension between you like a live wire. She knows better than to push you when you’re like this, but she does it anyway, because she’s Leah, and she’s stubborn as hell.

“Why don’t you just say what you want to say?” she bites out, her own anger starting to surface. “Instead of acting like a fucking psycho”

That word. That fucking word. It’s the last straw. You don’t even think—just react. Your hand flies out, landing with a sharp crack across her cheek. The sound hangs in the air, and for a split second, everything goes still. Silent.

Leah turns her head back slowly, her cheek already reddening, eyes darkening with something dangerous. “You’re going to regret that”

“Maybe I will.” Your voice is steadier now, quieter, but no less intense. You’re vibrating with the need to lash out, to keep pushing until something—anything���breaks.

Leah’s eyes flick over your face, assessing, before she makes her move. She grabs your wrist in a bruising grip and twists it behind your back, forcing you to spin and slam face-first into the wall. You gasp at the impact, but it only fans the flames inside you.

“Let go of me,” you hiss, struggling against her hold, but she’s stronger, has always been stronger. It’s one of the things that drives you crazy about her.

“Not until you calm the fuck down,” she snarls, pressing her body against yours to keep you pinned. “Jesus, what’s gotten into you?”

“Let go,” you repeat, but there’s less fight in your voice now, more of something else. Something dangerous and consuming. You’re not even sure what it is, but it’s clawing its way up your throat, demanding to be let out.

Leah must sense the shift because her grip loosens slightly, just enough for you to twist around and face her. You’re both breathing hard, eyes locked in a battle of wills. The tension is suffocating, the space between you crackling with barely restrained fury.

“You want to hit me again?” she taunts, leaning in closer, her breath hot against your lips. “Go ahead. See what happens”

You don’t. Not because you don’t want to, but because there’s something else you want more. Something that’s been simmering beneath the surface all night, buried under your anger, but now it’s boiling over, impossible to ignore.

“Fuck you,” you whisper, but there’s no heat in the words, just raw, aching need.

Leah’s eyes flicker with something dark, something predatory. “No. Fuck you”

Then she’s kissing you, hard and bruising, her teeth scraping against your lips, her tongue forcing its way into your mouth. It’s not gentle or sweet or any of the things you sometimes crave from her. It’s violent and messy and everything you need right now.

You kiss her back with equal ferocity, your hands clawing at her jacket, yanking it down her arms, tossing it aside without care. She’s doing the same, tearing at your clothes with a desperate urgency, both of you needing to strip away the layers that separate you, as if it’ll bring you closer to whatever it is you’re both chasing. The anger is still there, simmering just beneath the surface, but it’s tangled up with something else—something primal and electric that makes your skin tingle and your breath come in ragged gasps.

Leah’s hands are on you, rough and possessive, like she’s trying to leave marks on your skin, a physical reminder of this moment. She bites down on your lip, hard enough to draw a sharp gasp from you, but it only fuels the fire inside you. You bite back, digging your nails into her back, leaving crescent moons in her flesh.

You stumble backward, pulling her with you, until the sharp edge of the kitchen island digs into your spine. She’s on top of you in an instant, pinning you down with her body, her hand wrapping around your throat—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make your pulse race.

“Is this what you wanted?” she growls, her voice low and dangerous as she stares down at you, eyes blazing. “To push me until I snapped?”

You don’t answer, can’t answer. All you can do is stare back at her, defiant and desperate, your breath hitching in your throat. You can feel the tension in her grip, the way her fingers tremble just slightly against your skin, betraying the intensity of her own emotions.

“Say something,” Leah demands, her grip tightening just enough to make you gasp, your hands flying to her wrist to hold on, though whether to push her away or pull her closer, you don’t know.

“What do you want me to say?” you manage to choke out, your voice hoarse with the effort.

“I want you to admit it,” she says, leaning down so her lips are inches from yours. “Admit that you’re being stupid”

You glare at her, the stubborn part of you refusing to give her the satisfaction. “Fuck you”

Leah’s eyes narrow, and for a moment, you think she’s going to lose it completely. But then she smiles—a slow, dangerous smile that sends a shiver down your spine. “Have it your way”

Her grip on your throat loosens, and instead of pressing further, she pulls back slightly, studying your face with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. For a moment, you think she’s going to keep pushing, but then something in her gaze shifts. The defiance in your eyes seems to reach her, and she sighs, a deep, resigned breath.

“Fine,” she mutters, almost to herself.

She releases you entirely and takes a step back, giving you space you don’t want, her hands held up in a gesture of surrender. It’s the last thing you expect, and it throws you off balance, your fury momentarily disarmed by her willingness to let you take the lead.

“You want to be angry?” she says, her voice low and even, but there’s a challenge in it, too. “Then be angry. Take it out on me”

You stare at her, your breath coming in hard bursts, your hands still trembling with the adrenaline that’s coursing through you. You don’t know what to do with it, all that pent-up rage and frustration. You don’t know how to direct it, how to let it out without breaking something—or someone.

Leah seems to understand the turmoil in your eyes because she reaches out, her hand coming up to brush against your cheek. “Come on,” she murmurs, her voice softening, though it still holds that edge. “Let it out. I can take it”

It’s like she’s offering herself up to your anger, giving you permission to unleash it in a way that feels almost sacred, like a release you didn’t know you needed. And for some reason, that makes the anger twist into something else, something raw and painful that sits heavy in your chest.

But you don’t want to cry. You don’t want to be vulnerable right now. So instead, you grab Leah by the shoulders and push her to her knees, taking control. She lets you, her body pliant beneath your palms, her eyes watching you with curiosity and something darker, something almost like honour.

“Is this what you want?” you demand, your voice shaking with the effort to keep it steady as you stand over her, your hands on her chest, pinning her down the way she pinned you.

She doesn’t answer right away, just looks up at you with a calmness that infuriates you all over again. “It’s not about what I want,” she says finally. “It’s about what you need”

You hate that she’s right. You hate that she knows you so well, knows how to get under your skin, how to push all the right buttons. But more than that, you hate that she’s offering herself up like this, like she’s some kind of martyr for your rage.

“Don’t,” you warn, your voice thick with emotion you can’t quite name.

“Don’t what?” she challenges, her eyes daring you to follow through.

“Don’t act like you’re doing me a favour,” you hiss, leaning down so your face is inches from hers. “Don’t act like you’re some fucking saint”

“I’m not,” Leah says, her voice low, but there’s an intensity in it that makes your stomach clench. “I’m just trying to help”

And with that, something snaps inside you. You kneel down and kiss her, hard and demanding, your teeth scraping against her lips as you pour all your anger, all your frustration into the kiss. Leah kisses you back with just as much fervor, her hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer, encouraging you to take what you need from her.

You break the kiss and straighten back up, your hands shaking as you pull off her shirt and then your own. The cool air hits your skin, but it does nothing to cool the heat that’s radiating off both of you. Leah’s eyes are dark and hungry as she watches you, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her quickening breath.

You don’t waste time, don’t give yourself a chance to think. You reach down, tugging her trousers off with rough, jerky movements, your hands clumsy in your haste. Leah lifts her hips to help you, and then she’s lying there beneath you on the floor, naked and open, her eyes locked on yours.

You want to tear into her, to unleash all the anger and frustration you’ve been holding in, but as you look down at her, something stops you. Maybe it’s the way she’s looking at you, like she’s daring you to go through with it, but also like she’s giving you a choice. You realise that she’s offering you control, letting you decide how this plays out.

And that’s when you realise what you really want. It’s not to hurt her—it’s to make her feel what you’re feeling, to make her understand just how deep this runs.

You reach down between her legs, your fingers sliding against her wetness, and Leah gasps, her hips arching up to meet your touch. But you don’t give her what she wants right away. Instead, you keep your touch light, teasing, drawing out the tension until she’s writhing beneath you, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts.

“Is this what you wanted?” you ask, your voice low and dangerous as you watch her squirm.

“Fuck,” Leah breathes, her head falling back against the couch cushions. “Yes. Just—please”

Her plea sends a thrill through you, but you don’t give in just yet. Instead, you lean down and kiss her neck, your teeth grazing her skin, leaving marks as you make your way down to her chest. You bite down on one of her nipples, just hard enough to make her cry out, and then soothe the sting with your tongue.

You keep teasing her, bringing her to the edge and then pulling back, until she’s trembling with need, her hands clutching at your arms, her nails digging into your skin. You can see the frustration building in her eyes, the way her jaw tightens, the way her breath hitches every time you pull back just as she’s about to come.

“Please,” she gasps again, her voice breaking, and there’s something in it that makes your heart clench.

You finally give in, sliding two fingers inside her and curling them just right, hitting that spot that makes her back arch off the couch. Leah’s breath catches, her eyes squeezing shut as you start to move, slow and steady, building the pressure until she’s gasping for air.

You lean down and kiss her again, softer this time, but still with that edge of desperation, that need to feel connected even as you pour all your anger and frustration into her. She kisses you back just as fiercely, her hands sliding up to tangle in your hair, holding you close.

When she finally comes, it’s with a sharp cry that echoes through the room, her body shaking with the force of it. You keep moving, drawing out her pleasure until she’s completely spent, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

You pull back and look down at her, her face flushed, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed over with the afterglow. You’re still breathing hard yourself, but the anger has ebbed away, leaving you feeling drained, empty.

Leah reaches up and cups your face in her hands, pulling you down for a gentle kiss, her lips soft and reassuring against yours. When she pulls back, she looks at you with an expression you can’t quite read, something soft and tender that makes your heart ache.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, the words slipping out before you can stop them. You didn’t mean to say it, didn’t want to admit that you’d been wrong, but now that it’s out there, you can’t take it back.

Leah smiles faintly, her thumbs brushing against your cheeks. “It’s okay,” she murmurs, her voice soft. “You don’t have to be sorry. Just… talk to me next time, yeah?”

You nod, swallowing hard against the lump in your throat. You know she’s right, but you’re not ready to say anything else just yet. So instead, you curl up against her, resting your head on her chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart as she wraps her arms around you, holding you close.

For now, this is enough.

[mimikittysblog]

♡ 17:40 ♡

Pairing: Boyfriend! Bang Chan x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluffy but slightly suggestive nearing the end.

Warnings: some sexual comments near the end. MDNI.

Tagging: @hello-stranger24 (surprise 🥳)

A/N: Not my best ngl. Couldn’t find a good way to end it but anyways hope you all still like it!!

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

Adrenaline was still pumping in your veins. A huge prideful smile on your face as it finally happened!

You graduated! After all of your hard work, some sleepless nights, annoying lecturers, and a lil bit a cheating (we’ve all done it hush). You were finally able to get that piece of paper that had your name on it aka your diploma! You were so happy for not only yourself but your friends as well. You all, while a little bit scared are very excited for what’s to come.

Once the whole ceremony was finished, you and everyone else started heading out of the arena. Here you were finally able to meet up with your parents and the rest of your family.

“Guys!!” You yelled out as you ran towards them and gave them all a big hug.

“Oh sweetheart! Congratulations! We are so proud of you!” Your mother said to you.

“Thanks mom. Thank you all! Can’t believe I’m finally done here.” You sighed, a smile still very present on your face.

“Well you better believe it Princess!” You heard a very familiar voice say from behind you. A voice you didn’t think you’d hear until much later and only through your phone.

You quickly whipped around to see a giant bouquet of your favorite flowers, with your boyfriend peaking out from behind them.

“OH MY GOSH CHANNIE!!” You squealed as you darted towards him.

He laughed loudly as he opened his arms and caught you as you jumped into them. He held onto you so tightly and started to spin you around.

“Congratulations baby girl! I knew you could do it!” He praised you.

“Chris what the heck! How are you here?! When did you even get here?! You said you were busy today!”

“Welp.. Surprise!! Hehe you know I wouldn’t miss this for the world baby.” He said as he set you back down and nuzzled his forehead against yours lightly.

“Oh.. you really are the best. Thank you.” You said as you held his cheek and gave him a soft yet very sweet kiss.

As you pulled away you turned back to your family. “Did you guys know about this??” Pointing to your boyfriend.

“Of course. We gave him all the details he needed to know.” Your father replied.

“Wooooww.. you went all out huh?” You asked turning back to your boyfriend.

“Oh absolutely! And it only just started! Lets get you a change of clothes and we’re heading out for a celebration date!” He replied chest a bit puffed out and a huge smile on his face.

“You really are the best boyfriend ever. I love you.”

“I love you more princess.”

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

You all then went back home where you quickly changed and immediately afterwards left the house again for your date with Chris.

He then took you to your favorite restaurant where he treated you to a wonderful meal. You really couldn’t be anymore grateful.

“You know you didn’t have to do this Chris. But really, thank you.” You told him as you were finishing up your meal.

“Hmmm no I think I do. You deserve the best baby girl, and the best I shall be, give and do.” He replied a cheeky smile still on his face.

God you love that smile.

“You think so?”

“Oh I know so. Now! The day hasn’t ended yet sweetheart. Hope you’re craving dessert! How about we go head to your favorite ice cream shop and I treaty to some creamy goodness?” He said, with a tiny hint of a smirk.

“..I really do love you. Let’s go!!!”

He can only chuckle as you hurriedly grabbed his hand and rushed him out of the restaurant to go to the ice cream shop that was near by.

Once there, he let you order whatever you wanted, as many flavors, scoops and toppings as you’d like. And since it was your graduation day you decided to just let him spoil you. Let’s say you went a bit crazy but who cares.

Now here you two were, enjoying your ice cream as you walked through the a nearby park.

“Chris omg your ice cream is dripping everywhere!!” You giggled as you watch your boyfriend struggle with his ice cream cone. “I told you to just get a cup!”

“What’s the fun in that?! You can’t eat a cup once your done! The cone is always superior babe!” He laughed as he tried to not let anymore ice cream drip.

“Nu uh! You see my cup? Not spilling at all! Mess free! So much better!” You said with a prideful smirk.

“Oh? Thought you liked it messy though?” Your boyfriend commented with a playful smirk and glint in his eyes.

You were slightly taken aback you weren’t gonna lie, but you quickly composed yourself and just let out a chuckle. You then turn to him, took his hand thats holding the cone and licked the ice cream that was dripping on his fingers off.

“Hmm.. Only sometimes. Only when it comes to you though.” You blinked innocently at him.

“Oh is that so?”

“Mmmmhm! Hmm you chose a nice flavor. I like it! Should get that next time.” You say cheekily.

“Oh? Is it your new favorite flavor?” He asked with an eyebrow raise.

“Hmmm.. no. I don’t think my favorite flavor could be replaced.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that favorite flavor baby girl?” He asked as he pulled you closer by the waist. (Using the other hand that wasn’t sticky because of the ice cream.)

“You.”

“Fuck..” He said under his breath.

You could only giggle as you took another spoonful of your ice cream.

“Would you like to have that flavor now? Hmm? I don’t think you’ve had it in a while.”

“Absolutely.”

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

© mimikittysblog 2023

[unnocturnal]

Marriage Candidate Hand HCs 😂

Bachelors:

Sebastian: Long fingers, deep nail beds. Paints them black and actually takes care of them pretty well. Kinda boney and skin is semi-translucent from being inside all the time, allowing you to see his veins under his cool toned skin. Masculine in a feminine way yk? Has a mole on the back of his hand, near his wrist. Has small hands n is right handed.

Sam: Stronger, somewhat long fingers with bitten nails. Has callouses all over his fingers n his knuckles from work, as well as a few scrapes. Not uncommon to see him with a couple bandages on 😂 He’s kinda clumsy. Doesn’t really care for his nails that much so they look kinda messy. BUT still lets Vincent and Abi paint his nails in whatever color they want from Seb’s stash 😂 Has prominent veins hehehe…. also!! has a writer’s wart on his middle right finger from writing his own music so often. Plays guitar with his left hand but is a rightie! Has light blonde hair at the base of his fingies <3

Elliot: The longest fingers of the bachelors LMFOAJDJS looks almost uncanny, even. (Gotta be to play the piano somehow lip bite) Nails are clean with short nail beds, doesn’t take care of them but because he doesn’t do much hard labor they don’t look that bad. Has a big writer’s callous on his left ring finger (hc that he’s also left handed).

Alex: Strong looking hands! kinda veiny and has short fingers, long nail beds, and big palms. Has somewhat big hands. Hands are very very calloused from practicing gridball and im sorry alex stans but probably dry as fuck too 😂 like. honestly they look kinda scary but the juxtaposition of him being soft and kind with his grandma while making cookies kinda hit different ngl also!! left handed.

Harvey: Stubby hands haha soft looking and that’s cuz he makes an effort to lotion his hands!! In med school he was kinda. an aggressive hand washer to the point his hands got so dry they bled so. He doesn’t want that to happen again 😂 A bit of a germaphobe so his hands are still on the drier side despite his efforts but still. Surprisingly soft. Writer’s callous on his right middle finger!

Shane: Short fingers, gets shit stuck under his nails and has short nail beds. Long thumb though! Has hair creeping up from his arm onto his hand and also a little sprouting on his fingers. Very calloused n rough looking. Tons of a little scars from years past on his hands. Also dry as hell because he doesn’t give a fuck 😂 Anyway- his hands look like they’ve experienced a lot— think of the hands of carpenters or mechanics! That kinda vibe. also. Ambidextrous <3

Bachelorettes

Abigail - Short, chubby fingers. Really cute and soft looking! Lotions every now and then but doesn’t take care of her hands as well as Seb does. Paints her nails in glittery black, purple, or blue! Loves nail art and probably the best at doing it on other people. Her nails chip often though because of (limited supplies) but also because of her training! Right handed.

Haley - Pretty, long fingers. Barbie-esque and thin. Long, naturally grown out nails. Doesn’t wear polish often but tends to go for clear, blue, or pink! Soft looking because she definately takes care of her hands 😂 probably has the best cuticles out of all the marriage candidates. Could damn near be a hand model tbh. Ambidextrous!

Maru - Long, delicate fingers with wide palms. Very minimalistic and only wears clear nail polish and short nails— since she finds it hard to work with when she’s tinkering with her machines. Not opposed to pampering herself though and she and Penny sometimes ask Abigail to do their nails for them 🥺 Also super super soft looking! Always has a bandage or two on since experimenting can get a little crazy 😂 But picks the cutest bandaids <3 Left handed.

Leah - Kinda masculine looking! Always has paint under her nails despite how many times she tries to wash it out </3 Hands tend to be on the dryer side just because she works with her hands a lot on so many mediums! Hmmm somewhat long fingers and deep nail beds me thinks. Kinda calloused and very experienced looking hands. Prominent knuckles. Doesn’t do anything fancy since she’s mostly focused on her work. Also, ofc, drawer’s callous on her right ring finger. Ambidextrous!

Penny - Cute, tiny, soft hands. Sometimes has clear, yellow, or baby blue nail polish on! Has bandaids sometimes since she’s a little clumsy. Has the mom-hand kinda vibe where she’s very gentle but very skilled and efficient at what she does. Also hc she runs naturally cold so she needs to wear sweaters often n that causes her hands to seem even MORE tiny peeking out from her oversized cardigan 😭

Emily: Has a mix of short and long nails. The Lesbian look, yknow? 😎 LMFAO loves changing her nail colors often and always has crazy colors. Nails are all natural like Haley’s. More… experienced? Looking hands than her sister’s. Kinda rough and boney with some callouses on her knuckles. Shorter fingers compared to her sister but is double jointed in her both hands and likes freaking people out with it 😂 Right handed!

[kyovtani]

possessive Konoha? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

nonie- i haven't talked about akinori in SO long- i've missed it, ngl- he's like the perfect fuckboy boyfie who's mean to everyone but to you and it makes my heart go mad crazy

— cw: jealous!akinori, possessiveness, degradation, oral (m.receiving), spit (mouth and face), mentions of choking

konoha always claims to be the chill and calm type of boyfriend. and he definitely is most of the time. but as soon as a different man is involved, he can't help but let go of his cool, calm and reserved facade.

he's trying his best, you know that.

whenever he pulls you into a really possessive hug with a tight grip around your throat and pushes his his lips onto yours in front of his friends, you know it's because he can't help but get possessive.

he's been hurt before and ever since that, the little noise in the back of his head tries to tell him that claiming what's his openly and without hesitation is the only way to make sure people know.

even if they know because they're your mutual friends, he still loves to show everyone who you belong to.

and sometimes, you can't help but use just that against him in order to get exactly what you want.

it doesn't even take much to make konoha's possessive vein pop. one little touch on bokuto's arm, a little, yet unnecessary giggle at akaashi's joke and you continuously asking for the boys' opinion on your little outfit are absolutely enough for akinori to lose himself in the delicious yet dangerous haze of possessiveness and jealousy.

"huh? what the fuck was that, you little whore? i can't hear you if you stutter like that", he grunts, his pretty hand firmly wrapped around his leaking cock, stroking himself as he looks down on you.

you gulp harshly, taking a deep breath at the sight of his tattooed thighs all tensed, his strong eyes never once looking anywhere but your tear and spit stained face and his swollen lips.

you feel your juices gushing out of you, ruining your little panties with every hard clench of your cunt at the wet sounds of him fucking his fist.

"i want- i want you to spit in my m-mouth, please", you reply obediently, looking up at him with glossy eyes, knowing he won't be able to resist you no matter how hard he tries.

konoha grunts and growls, the arousal running up and down his spine in the most delicious yet painful way possible and if it wasn't for the mental image of you in bokuto's arms, he would have finished already. but he forces himself to keep going- he doesn't want to give you what you want and he knows you want his cum down your throat.

"why don't you go and ask your precious tarō if he wants to do it instead, hm? you seemed so content in his b-big and s-strong arms-", "no! no, no, no- don't want him..only want you, kono- please...", you're quick to interrupt him, the thpught of anyone else making you frown.

konoha scoffs in response at your words before he quickly grips your chin harshly, letting his pretty eyes roam your face and giving you the perfect opportunity to take in the sight of his flushed cheeks and messy hair falling into his handsome face.

and just as you're losing yourself at the thought of kissing his pretty lips, konoha grunts and spits in your face with a loud, lewd sound; his saliva dripping down the side of your nose and onto your lips and without hesitation you try to lap it up with your to gue, hungry for his taste.

"of course you only want me, you fucking slut", he grunts, pushing his thumb into your mouth and letting you suck on it for a little, "you're my little whore and that slutty pussy of yours belongs to me. nobody can ever fuck you like i can", he adds with anger lingering in his tone.

you start nodding, sucking harder on his thumb as you dig your nails into the soft skin of thick thighs, your eyes rolling into the back of your head for a moment before he tells you to open up.

without even wasting a moment, you part your lips, your whole body ready for the delicious taste of his spit, but kono has other plans.

he presses your tongue down with his thumb, making you gag slightly and just when you wrap your fingers around his slim wrist, he spits into your mouth, giving you no choice but to swallow his saliva in one go.

you start whimpering, looking up at him with needy eyes because he took away the opportunity of you tasting him, the one thing you've been craving oh so bad.

"cut the fucking whining, you whore", he hisses, placing the tip of his cock on your bottom lip before he shoves himself all the way down your throat until your nose is pressed against his pelvis, "and let me remind you who the fuck you belong to."

[milfnearyou]

                𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.

 “𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

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“So you just woke up one day and decided you loved me?!” 

Your voice was painfully shrill, bouncing against the metal walls and echoing through the elevator shaft. If you hadn't been so furious, you would've cringed at the way you sounded. Considering your behaviour to be completely out of character and rather petty. But it was impossible to think straight. With all the sirens in your mind screaming 'Alert!' causing you to grow defensive. You saw everything as red, wrapped in a series of warning signs. Eager to protect yourself you grew aggressive, fury coursing through your veins and laced with disgust. 

The disbelief was evident in your tone, accompanied by the extremely annoyed look plastered on your face. Your eyebrows were contorted together, lightly creasing your forehead as you anxiously chewed on your bottom lip. Your hands were balled into tight fists trembling at your sides as you fought the urge to beat the living crap out of him. 

"Fucking answer me Sehun!" You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. You didn't understand him, not taking any of his bullshit words seriously as a result. Had he been telling the truth, had he truly meant every word he said. Sehun wouldn't have just stood there in front of you with nothing to say. The silence he offered simply adding more fuel to the fire that raged inside of you. 

"So now you're silent? You weren't this fucking quiet back when you were professing your so-called love to me?! What's gotten into you now?"

Again, nothing but silence. The tall man simply stands there in front of you with his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants as the elevator continues to rise higher and higher. With every floor, the elevator cabinet passed, the angrier you got and it didn't help that you lived in a high rise apartment. If he continued to act this way you'd be fuming, steam emitting from your body by the time you'd reach your floor.

“Do you even know what it means to love someone? Or do you just throw yourself in any direction that proves beneficial to your selfish well being?” The questions flew past your lips one after another. You weren’t going to hold back either. Pushing yourself towards him, forcing him to explain himself. 

You didn't deserve the silence. You deserved proper answers, ones that were absent from the immature man in front of you. 

"Answer me right now or I swear to god I'm cutting you off forever," Warning him, you take a step forward to face him closer. Invading his personal space as you stare at him, craning your neck upwards with your arms crossed. 

Watching him like a hawk, you attentively wait. Noticing how he seems to take a slight step back, his broad chest heaving up and down slowly. He seems to be nervous or perhaps, flustered? It was hard for you to believe that with all the ways he could've handled the situation this was what he opted for.

Step by step, you get closer and closer towards Sehun until he's got his back pressed against the metal walls of the elevator. It was hard to believe that someone who looked dominant most of the time could be so cowardly. 

"I'm not asking again," You state, pressing your index finger roughly against his chest. Physically pushing him around until he's finally had enough. His large hands pressing against your shoulders as he shoves you back, regaining his confidence. Finally, he refutes, silence no longer being an option for him.

“Fuck off! Do you want an answer? Fine, but you don't have to act like such an invasive bitch about things!" 

Stunned your eyes widen. You can't tell if you should be offended or impressed with just how much you pushed him but you let him speak. Not saying anything even though he had just called you a bitch. 

"No, I didn’t just wake up one morning and decide that I’d fall in love with you! It took me countless days and nights, essentially adding up into months of thinking about nothing except you! Do you know how painful it felt for me? Do you not understand how guilty I felt?!” The tone in his voice is dangerously low as he narrows his eyes at you. It's his turn to match your attitude, fixing his posture and standing tall. 

"Oh really? So you only thought about how you felt and not how I would feel knowing about your feelings for me? Sehun, how selfish can you be? You aren't the only person on this godforsaken planet!" 

"You don't think I knew that? I know you wouldn't be happy with this but you have to understand that had I kept everything to myself and continued to hang out around you; it would've been both disrespectful to you but also incredibly torturous to me. It was worth gambling my feelings and confessing with the consequence of potentially losing a friend instead of hiding it."  

Taken aback, you feel yourself pause and you hate yourself for it. Sehun has a point, he's valid for being upfront about things but there was just one thing that didn't sit right with you. Despite wanting an answer and getting it you curse yourself for falling silent. The hypocrisy of your silence hitting you square in the face but you're not done. You still have one more thing to say.

"What about the fact that you're still dating my best friend? Did you think about how much this would hurt her? No, let me guess, I bet you haven't even mentioned anything to her," Bringing your best friend up seemed to be the major thing standing in between both of you.

Sehun stares at you like he's been frozen in time. His features completely poised and monotone as your eyes scan his face for any sign of emotion. It was still much too hard to accept his words, to trust them and understand that it came from the bottom of his heart. Your anger was now replaced with complete confusion, perhaps even denial as you scoff at him. He was crazy to think you'd ditch your best friend for a man like him.

Sehun only stood there with his shoulders pushed back, his posture relaxed. His orange tufts of hair making him look like a complete clown. His current demeanour was very different in comparison to how defensive he was earlier.

How could he be so hot and cold? None of it made sense with his face being completely unreadable, everything felt bland like a black and white movie. Sehun could scream as much as he wanted but his words would never get through, bouncing behind the screen, staying unheard from the crowd. All these things made it impossible to find the sincerity he had in his words represented in his body language. 

The elevator came to a stop with a rather loud ding notifying you that it had arrived on your floor. You take one last look at Sehun battling with yourself on whether or not someone as selfish as him was worth entangling yourself with. But no matter how you thought of it you couldn't accept him. With Sehun came consequences, ones that you weren't willing to risk getting into and that being losing your best friend. Someone who was there for you through thick and thin could never be replaced with a man you'd only known for roughly a year.

He didn't mean anything to you and he wasn't allowed to have any meaning in your life, it just wasn't okay. Betrayal had a greater impact than love, you would be foolish to accept the latter. 

Leaving him behind, you step outside of the elevator. Realizing just how much more breathable the air outside the shaft was in comparison to being back inside holed up with your worst nightmare. Your moment of freedom is cut short when you feel his lean arms wrap around your waist pulling you back inside.

He's clinging onto you like a child refusing to let go as he rests his head next to your shoulder. His hot breath brushing against your neck, making you uncomfortable for many reasons that were quite obvious. He just wasn't single nor available and you couldn't let yourself be the other girl. 

“Please just—take a chance. I'm willing to cross oceans for you, tear apart anything that stands in my way because I love you. I'll break up with her, she's nothing like you. Why can't you see that I love you?” He rambles, his voice falling soft. Sehun sounds like he's about to fall apart as he speaks into the crook of your neck. 

His voice vibrating against your skin, echoing through your mind. Despite his tone being no louder than a whisper, his message came loud and clear. Slowly his plump, soft lips make contact with your skin as you freeze in place watching as the elevator doors slam shut. Moving downwards again you feel like you're slowly descending to hell. 

His actions gave you goosebumps as he peppered kisses against your neck. Using one hand to grasp your waist, holding you close to him. While the other cupped your cheek, tilting your head slightly so he could gain better access to your body, his kisses moving down south and landing onto your shoulder. Pushing your shirt slightly aside before gently biting down on your skin causing you to gasp. 

Sehun's touch was electrifying and almost hypnotizing, you felt yourself growing dizzy and out of touch with your surrounding. As he continued using his lips to convey how much you meant to him against your screaming mind that yelled at you not to do this to your best friend. But like a fool, you melt into his touch. Lips falling apart, as your chest heaves up and down. The air feels intoxicating as he rotates your head towards him. His lips crashing against yours as you feel like you're about to pass out. 

You can't give in, you can't betray your best friend and yet, you feel yourself kissing him back. Your tongue tangling with his, exchanging dirty, secretive kisses. Turning around to face him better you fall into all the places you knew weren't right and that was right into the arms of Sehun's. Intertwining your fingers with his, holding onto him tightly as if the only chance you'd have with him would be taken away. 

Now you knew what it meant to be selfish and just how delicious it tasted. 

The elevator is filled with the lewd, smacking of the shared kisses between you both. His body grinding into yours as you feel yourself growing heavy. Developing a strong heartbeat where your filthy desires lay. You felt yourself growing wet, shifting your thighs uncomfortably together. Feeling his hand snake down towards the waistline of your skirt, tugging on them. 

"You just have to say the word and I'm dropping everything and everyone for you," He says in between kisses as you tilt your head back in pleasure when you feel his fingers slipping past your skirt. Hovering dangerously over your soaked heat. "Do you want to run away with me?" He asks. 

You want to say yes. Your body having a mind of its own would rather speak for you but you just can't bring yourself to go through with it. The image of your best friend is hung up in your mind and even though the damage has already been done, you still don't think it's too late to stop. 

“I can’t and you know I won’t,” You reply, wincing at how your voice cracks. You didn’t want to seem weak in front of him, you needed to show him you had control over how you felt. That you were sure you didn't want him but it was all a lie. A lie you told yourself and in return had the truth spoken out loud by the actions of your body. 

Sehun knew of this and yet, his peppered kisses come to a halt. The grip he's got around you loosening as his hand slips out of your skirt. You step out of his grasp feeling ashamed, not daring to look at him. Turning around and staring at the doors instead. Fixing your shirt you crane your neck from side to side trying your best to calm down. Bringing a shaky hand towards the elevator buttons and clicking for your floor. 

You can feel Sehun's gaze boring holes into the back of your head. 

"I don't understand. Why can't you just let me love you? It's not that hard to just give me a shot. I can give you the world, give you all the happiness and security you need in life."

"--Let me be the man that protects you, that cherishes you. I know it's hard because of her but...don't we deserve to be happy?" He pleads, his voice wavering. If you had turned around to face him you'd see his lips quivering. His dark, brown eyes are glossy with tears threatening to escape from the tiny apertures of his tear ducts. 

But currently, it's your turn to fall silent. All because you know that despite him falling at the seams, begging you to love him you know that he'll only go back to being the same once he's got you twirling around his dainty fingers. His norm being the same silent person as always, emotionally unavailable and confusing as always. Plus, who's to say he won't just ditch you like he's doing to your best friend? 

"It's your turn to answer me," He pleads but you ignore him. Thanking the timing of the elevator for opening right at the end of his sentence. 

Quickly stepping off you pray that he doesn't snake himself around you again because if he does, you don't know if you had the power inside to fight him off again and thankfully he doesn't. Sehun leaves you alone watching you get out of his view, the sound of your Chelsea boots clicking against the hallway floors until suddenly you're just gone. A wave of heartbreak washing over his feelings as he realizes that he just can't sit here and do nothing. 

He won't go back to your best friend, he doesn't love her and in fact, he never did. It wasn't his choice to hurt her like this but he couldn't help but fall in love with the wrong person. So he chases you, chases the love of his life eager to satisfy his selfishness and have you by his side. 

The consequence of dealing with your best friend could come later but first, he needed to convince you once and for all that he was the only good thing in his life. Your best friend was to be replaced. 

   𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃: 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐅𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔©︎

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 292: You Say Jeans

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “well anyway here’s that Touya reveal I foreshadowed like a million years ago, viva la 2020.” Dabi was all “hello world, I’ve killed 30 people and today I’m going to explain to you all why” before he proceeded to explain ABSOLUTELY NOTHING but everyone was so distracted by his tale of child abuse and hero conspiracies that they didn’t much seem to notice. Can’t Ya See-Kun’s Shark Friend was all “IS THIS THE END OF HERO SOCIETY AS WE KNOW IT”, and Horikoshi was all “STAY TUNED”, and then Dabi set himself on fire and leaped off of Machia’s back like the chaotic evil, I-just-bleached-all-my-brain-cells weird little fire man he is, ready to burn everyone to crispy bits before they could even react properly to his whole big revenge speech. Fortunately he did not succeed on account of THE RETURN OF THE JING, THE JOAT, BEST FUCKING JEANIST, back from the dead by popular demand in what critics are calling “the best fucking comeback since Jesus himself.”

Today on BnHA: Best Jeanist snatches up Machia and the rest of the League with his fiber steel cables before you can say “more like BEAST JEANIST amirite.” Dabi gets all worked up and lights Hadou on fire which is a real JERK MOVE, and is all “THIS RIGHT HERE IS ALSO ENDEAVOR’S FAULT”, which, NOT SUPER CONVINCED ON THAT, BUT OKAY. Anyway so then he burns up all the cables holding him which is crazeballs btw, and then he and Shouto start fighting, and so basically the whole thing is a literal hot mess and we’ll see how that goes. Meanwhile Tomura wakes up and summons some Noumus, and poor Jeanist has to deal with those on top of the still-attempting-to-rampage Gigantomachia, and everyone else is all “we can’t help you on account of we’re all half dead”, and so it’s looking really bad. And then -- and I can’t stress enough how much I don’t even have the faintest idea how to segue into this next part -- the chapter ends with Mirio!?! just sort of POPPING UP OUT OF THE GROUND all, “SURPRISE, BITCH”, and it literally was so surprising that I am still just kind of speechless. WELL-PLAYED, I GUESS, lol wtf.

lol okay so the first page in the RHA scan is just the “three musketeers” movie promo image that we all already saw a few days ago. but it does confirm that (a) it is indeed a movie, and (b) that it’s set for a summer 2021 release! how exciting

okay so now back to our special Dabi edition of Making a Murderer

“ray of hope” oh hell yes. SAVE US MR. JEANIST

I guess he had a TV in his private hero jet or something?

gotta say, “dammit Dabi” does not even remotely sound like Authentic Best Jeanist Dialogue to me though. gonna need Caleb to see to this. well but what do you guys think? does Best Jeanist curse?? I personally feel like he’s one of those guys who NEVER EVER swears no matter what, except under the most hilariously trifling circumstances. like he’s eating an avocado one day and he accidentally stains the cuffs of his beloved jostume green and he’s all “FUCK”

btw how fucking rich is Best Jeanist though that he has his own fucking plane? the thought just suddenly occurred to me, you know? like even Endeavor, whose agency has its own on-site luxury apartment suites for all of his interns, still drives around in a dinky little car that Bakugou has declared to be too small. which, I guess we know why he felt that way now, seeing as the guy he previously interned with apparently gets around in Jeans Force One

anyway so back to the part where Jeanist shows up to save the day!! YEAH JEANIST WOOOOO

ILU JEANIST YOU REALLY ARE THE BEST!! HUGS AND KISSES!!!

lmao we just saw Gigantomachia take out like a hundred guys not ten chapters ago. and Best Jeanist shows up and takes him down in like two seconds. HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES LEAGUE OF VILLAINS. BET YOU’RE WISHING YOU’D TAKEN HIS QUIRK NOW, AFO. GET FUCKED YOU OLD SPUD

KACCHAN IS SO HAPPY TO SEE HIM AWW

SIDE NOTE, IIDA, YOU AND I ARE GONNA HAVE WORDS LATER ABOUT YOU ACTUALLY AGREEING TO PUT HIM BACK DOWN. YOU DO UNDERSTAND THAT THIS CHILD IS STILL DRIPPING BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE FROM HIS MULTIPLE STAB WOUNDS, RIGHT? WAY TO ASSERT YOUR AUTHORITY THERE. I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE CLASS PRESIDENT NOT THE CLASS CLOWN, COME ON NOW

LMAO DABI IS FRANTICALLY TRYING TO DO THE PLOT MATH

SHOULDA CHECKED MORE CLOSELY MY GOOD MARK. LOOKS LIKE YOU MISSED THE “MADE IN CHINA” STICKER ON THE BOTTOM. YOU HAVE BEEN BAMBOOZLED. OR ACTUALLY, I GUESS THE MORE ACCURATE WORD HERE IS JAMBOOZLED, AHAHAHAHA. JEANS

HOLY SHIT DABI

I legit almost thought that was Tomura for a second. you two look so alike now with the white hair and the crazy eyes

meanwhile, Shouto is still crying and it’s a lot to take, you guys. lotta feels

ffff come on Jeanist you better do something awesome again here, the mood of the chapter is starting to slip now

YES, GOOD, THAT’LL WORK

WELL YOU TELL ME, SPINNER. I GUESS THAT MEANS BEST JEANIST IS OFFICIALLY THE STRONGEST CHARACTER IN THE SERIES NOW. SORRY I DON’T MAKE THE RULES

ffff now Spinner is trying to wake Tomura back up. nah, how’s about we not do that

OH MY GOD HADOU YESSSS

MY GIRL OUT HERE WITH THE “NO THANK YOU” BOUT TO CURBSTOMP THE BIG BAD WITH HER QUIRK KSFHLKLK WHO HERE HAD “HADOU SAVES THE DAY” ON YOUR WAR ARC BINGO CARDS, YOU LOVE TO SEE IT!!

HEY!!!!

fucking son of a... fffkfkff... someone please reassure me that fire isn’t Hadou’s weakness. someone. anyone. also could someone please dial an ambulance and send them to Horikoshi’s house. but not just yet. first I’m gonna need you to wait about fifteen minutes or so while I take care of some things

well all right then, Dabi. so you wanna go on then and explain to us all how this, too, is somehow Endeavor’s fault?

oh I see, you’ve decided that since he’s responsible for “creating” you, everyone you hurt and kill is in truth really being hurt and killed by him! well now, that sure is convenient as fuck I guess

(ETA: that’s a nice effect with the panel sides getting all warped by Dabi’s quirk though, just noticed that.)

amazing how quickly you used up that sympathy card my guy. Shouto please kick his ass, I’m fucking done lol, you can all sort out the rest in therapy later

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE DIAL BACK DEKU’S EMPATHY STATS JUST A LITTLE BIT, HOLY --

“TODOROKI-KUN IS HURT THE MOST”, HE SAYS, WITH HIS ARM BONES SHATTERED INTO LITTLE TOOTHPICK-SIZED PIECES. I MEAN, HE’S PROBABLY TALKING MORE ABOUT MENTAL ANGUISH GIVEN THE CONTEXT HERE, BUT STILL. THAT’S ENOUGH HEROICS FROM YOU ALREADY FOR ONE DAY

NOOO JEANIST

LOTS OF SMOKE IN THE AIR RIGHT ABOUT NOW AND MY BOY’S STILL DOWN A LUNG. GOD DAMMIT

“if the number one suffers a total loss here, this country will fall to pieces” well okay, real talk though, I think the “country falling to pieces” part is pretty much unavoidable at this juncture. you all are just gonna have to try your best to pick up those pieces after the fact and see what you can do with them. if I were you I’d be less worried about the number one’s reputation and more concerned with the half-dozen child soldier interns who are still on the field and very much at risk of being burned to death should you suffer that “total loss.” please try to keep it together here for them

OH FOR FUCK’S

I really thought RockLockRock was gonna come into play here. USE YOUR QUIRK TO LOCK THE ROPES IN PLACE YOU DIP!! if he seriously just sits there and does nothing when his quirk could be the deciding factor I am cancelling his useless ass cute kid or no cute kid shfkjdls

(ETA: is he even there?? did he and Manual just hightail it out of there?? “well good luck, children.”)

also, we’ll put this aside for now to perhaps speculate about later, but what’s with Tomura remembering his dad’s house yet again in that far right panel?? and being itchy again?? I still have yet to fully work out the psychological mechanisms at work as far as his itchiness goes, so I’ll admit this is intriguing to me. it seemed like it was connected to his decay quirk, but then why is it acting up again now. what is this lol

yuh oh

forgot about these guys. looks like these heroes aren’t having such a fun time

oh fucksticks

excuse me ma’am but I don’t like this. you do know that my kids are all there, right. all burnt and impaled and broken-boned and the like. well except for Iida. he’s fine still. BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I FEEL LIKE WATCHING HIM GET TORN APART BY FOUR HIGH ENDS, WTF

HORIKOSHI YOU MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR TO GOD

god fucking... okay look. Horikoshi. you win, okay!? congratulations, you win, this is your show and we’re all just sitting here at your mercy. fine. go ahead and just kill off everyone ever, then!! what am I even gonna do about it. stop reading?? fuck

this whole thing really went from zero to fucked before I could even blink huh. I really thought this was gonna be a turning point chapter for the heroes. shows what I know I guess??

meanwhile this motherfucker is just SCREAMING

ngl, if I wasn’t currently terrified on account of things suddenly taking such a drastic turn for the worse, this would be the coolest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Jeanist my man, I hype you up like it’s my job because you are the greatest fucking meme character in the history of time, but make no mistake, you are also highkey WORTH ALL THE HYPE AND THEN SOME

seriously, though. don’t fucking mind him you guys, he’s just standing here in the coolest pose of all time taking on Gigantomachia all alone with one fucking lung because the substance pumping through his veins is COLD-BLOODED LIQUID DENIM, and DENIM FEELS NO FEAR

Best Jeanist really needs to get his own theme song. -- oh my god I just finally thought of a title for this post. lmao and it’s the dumbest thing. omg

MEANWHILE THE TODOROKI BROS ARE OFF IN THEIR OWN DRAMATIC LITTLE FIRE WORLD

which one do you think is the Mario and which is the Luigi. well, but I mean, Dabi clearly thinks that he’s the Luigi though and that’s why he’s so mad. nobody wants to be Luigi. what a life

THAT’S IT, SHOUTO!! POINT OUT ALL OF HIS HYPOCRITICAL BULLSHIT, I WANT ANSWERS

JUST TO CLARIFY, IT’S THAT NATSU, NOT SOME OTHER NATSU!! SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!!

OH, WELL IN THAT CASE

BUT OF COURSE. THAT WOULD MAKE IT ALL WORTHWHILE, holy shit. okay I’m just gonna go ahead and say it, Dabi is a piece of work. I really thought this arc would make him more sympathetic at long last, but it seems like it’s doing just the opposite?? this is like an anti-redemption arc. I don’t relish the thought of venturing into the fandom tags once I finish reading this lol

(ETA: well folks, I’ve done it. and actually it was pretty interesting because there are apparently like ten different things that people are mad about, and so it’s like. each post is a new adventure lmao.)

so Shouto is all “BRUH HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST IT” and Dabi is all “YES”, basically? like, he says he’s completely lost his feeling for anything. omg. but you were so sweet. how does that even happen

“finally I can kill you” okay for real what the heck is your damage bro?? can we not. I like Shouto just the way he is, un-killed

oh shit and now the Noumus are here

cue Bakugou diving in to save his mentor, STAB WOUNDS BE DAMNED!! actually it would make more sense for it to be Iida, but if Kacchan is really fixin’ to go full Shounen Dumbass here then he might as well go all out, y’know

-- unless of course, Deku decides to activate another quirk??

“last I checked, the main character of this series was still me” OH? WELL I SUPPOSE THAT IS TRUE, SO PRAY TELL, WHAT HAVE YOU GOT LEFT UP YOUR SLEEVE YOU SUICIDAL BRUSSELS SPROUT

fucking love how he’s all “HAHAHA WITH MY NEW QUIRKS I CAN STILL DO STUPID SHIT EVEN WITH MY ARMS AND LEGS GROUND TO A FINE POWDER” btw. what can I say. Deku gonna Deku

FMMFHDKUHK W H A T

HOLY SHIT. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. WHAT THE WHAT. QUE THE FUCK

(ETA: okay look, all the love in the world to the brave scanlators who take time out of their lives to translate the leaks every week just so we can read the chapter a couple of days early like the addicts we are. that said, translating Mirio’s signature “POWER!!” -- which was already written in English in the original scan -- to “POG-CHAMP” is just a whole new level of wtfuckery from them lmao. is the Lida person back at it again?? amazing.)

MIRIO!?!?! SHOWS UP TO SAVE THE DAY?!?! POGS HIMSELF UP OUT THE GROUND TO BEAT THE NOUMUS LIKE IT AIN’T NO THING. JUST LIKE WE ALL PREDICTED!? I’M SORRY, DID YOU NOT SEE THAT COMING?? YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOUR DAILY HOROSCOPE FROM ASTROLOGY DOT COM DIDN’T HAVE THAT ONE IN THE CARDS?? WAS IT NOT OBVIOUS?? TODOROKIS PLUS BEST JEANIST EQUALS MIRIO??

hot damn. Tintin really saw the writing on the wall with the impending Dabi Discourse and was all “NOT SO FAST” lmao. “HERE’S A BRAND NEW THING FOR YOU ALL TO DISCOURSE ABOUT” MIRIO YOU WILD CHILD. YOU GLORIOUS THUG

MEANWHILE LET’S NOT FORGET WHAT MIRIO HAVING HIS POWERS BACK ACTUALLY IMPLIES. HOLY SHIT. SUDDENLY WE CUT BACK TO ALL MIGHT’S OFFICE, ALL THE WAY BACK AT UA. ERI BRANDISHES HER TOKOYAMI-GIFTED BUSTER SWORD, A DETERMINED GLEAM IN HER EYE. “I HEARD YOU WERE TRYING TO HAVE A GIRL POWER ARC WITHOUT ME.” OH. MY. GOD

[thirstybtsthoughts]

I take your Yoongi Lip Biting post and Yoongi bucking his hips into the water bottle post and raise you this:

Imagine you finally get some time off your busy schedules and go to the movies. You sneak into the dark room when the movie has already started and Yoongi walks you to your seats while you wonder why the room is empty. Is the movie that boring, or did he buy all the tickets so you could enjoy it in private?

Ten minutes in Yoongi starts fidgeting in his seat. When you turn and raise your eyebrow in question, he looks all over your body, bites his lip and then leans in and whispers dirty things in your ear, knowing full well what his low raspy voice does to you. But you play an uno reverse card, guiding his hand between your thighs and he gasps, realizing you are not wearing panties. Sweet revenge doesn't last long though, because now Yoongi drags your hand down to his pants and bucks his hips into it, letting you feel just how hard he is. You give his dick a gentle pat and move your hand back, because no way you're going to let him mess with your night out. But Yoongi whines that he needs you, needs noona so bad, breath shaking on those pouty lips of his, and you have no will power to resist. So you sigh and sink down on your knees.

The slit of his cock is glistening with pre-cum and Yoongi hisses when you give it a tentative lick. You push your nails into his thighs, slowly guiding your tongue along the pulsating vein along his length, heat of your breath a stark contrast with the cold air in the theater.

You tease him until he is a mewling wreck in your arms, and only then decide to show mercy.

Yoongi bites on his finger to choke back a moan when you take all his throbbing length into your mouth at once. You do him hard and fast, using your tongue and your hand, and swallowing every drop when he cums. He throws his head back on the seat, basking in the afterglow, when you stand up and straddle his hips, grab him by his hair and kiss him rough, letting him taste himself on your tongue. You bite his lip just enough to let him know- he's going to pay you back for this, with interest.

You're about to go back to your seat but pause for a second- you are so damn wet that your slick is running down your thigh, and leaving a nasty spot on your seat for the cleaning crew to find is, well, just no. That's when a strong hand grabs your ass, keeping you in place, and two long fingers thrust into your pussy while a thumb runs circles over your clit, making you shudder. You look up just as Yoongi takes his fingers out and licks them one by one, never breaking an eye contact. Then chuckles, whispering in your ear, "Wanna get out of here?"

You barely make it back to the car.

***

Later that night, when you snuggle closer to Yoongi after being thoroughly fucked several times, a nugging feeling creeps up your brain.

"You had no plans on watching that movie at all, did you?"

"'d'no what you mean." Yoongi is warm and sleepy, but there is a trace of mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

After touring and a crazy schedule that's been going on for months, of course he'd want to stay at home, where everything is quiet and cozy, and where there are all those surfaces he can fuck you on (or over).

You nuzzle into his neck as his arms wrap around you, bringing you closer.

After all, you should've known better.

What Yoongi wants, Yoongi gets.

MJ

I am speechless.

Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?!!! I need to go and scream into my pillow because HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS WAS HOT 🥵 AKSJHDDBDB

Ngl I was shamelessly bucking into my bed while reading this 😂. Just the mere thought of him talking dirty to me, AND in a cinema... the way I would feel it all, my senses heightened, the closeness of his lips, the raspiness of his voice... oh my goddd I’d definitely not be able to resist this man 🥵💦💦

😩 this scenario is so perfect 👌🏽 , wanna be fingered by him now ahhhhh someone come and tend to my needy pussy 😭.

I’m tagging this so it can go on my masterlist under written by others because it’s basically a drabble and one hell of a wonderful one at that 😁😁

Thank you for making my day (well, night)! 💜💜💜

[miioouu]

Drummer Bakugo x Lead singer Reader (ngl saw a TikTok and couldn’t help it) and they have a really lowkey relationship and the reader is singing bad romance and she goes up to Bakugo and is basically like singing to him he like drops his sticks mid play and kisses her sending the crowd crzy and there other band mates (the rest of bakusquard) are like called it

I think I saw that tiktok and I literally screamed... I just want a musician bf 😔 Thank you for requesting!! ❤️💜❤️

When people ask you what's the best part of being in a band, you usually always say the same thing "I love making people happy with something I'm passionate about." While it's not really a lie, you did adore your fans, it's not really the complete truth. The best part about being in a band is most definitely watching your boyfriend perform. While usually you're singing your heart out, your mind is focused on something, someone else. Bakugou behind you playing the drums. With each hit, his arms flex, sweat running down his body, glistening under the neon lights, tongue poking out slightly as he's concentrating on the beat. And in the rare moments that your eyes meet, your heart skips a beat. Like fire running through your veins, you're burning from the inside out, with love and admiration to the young man behind you. Now that wouldn't have been a problem, he's your boyfriend already, but it is. When being two members of a popular band, you liked to keep things on the down low, even your band mates didn't know about you two. Well that was before.

Tonight, you had a concert. A small crowd since it was a surprise last minute concert, something you often liked to do. Which felt a little bit more intimate and a little bit more nostalgic. Taking you back in time to when you first started. Seeing how far you've come, you can't help but feel emotional. You've grown up so much, not just you but the whole band. You've improved, you've made your dreams come true, and to add to it all, it all happened with the love of your life by your side. For some reason tonight, you can't stop thinking about him. With each love song you hope he realizes you're singing it to him, pouring your heart out to him. And like your body moved on its own, the music making you lose control, get lost, you approached him. "J'veux ton amour et je veux ta revanche, j'veux ton amour I don't wanna be friends-" You couldn't finish the song, not when arms wrapped around your body, pulling you closer to his. Not when his lips moved against yours, a kiss filled with love, passion and hunger. Not when you could hear your friends whispering, glad you two are finally "realizing" your feelings. And definitely not when the crowd was going crazy, cheering and clapping, yelling how happy they are. Pulling away, your eyes met, your stomach tied in a knot, butterflies doing flips and your heart beating fast. Your face red from embarrassment but also from the proximity of you two. Pecking your lips once more, this time much more sweet and soft, taking back his drumsticks that fell earlier and sitting back down. Giving you one last smile before looking back to the crowd "So yeah we're dating... Can we go back to the music now?"

[ambivartence]

top 5 choreographies 💖

ok NGL i picked a lot of soloist choreos because solo choreography is more interesting lol i feel like most group choreos are just everyone trying to do the same moves in various formations where the movements r easy enough for every member (ok except obviously Carats know this is literally what makes SVT choreos so iconic because they r actually SO CLEAN AND SYNCED), while solo choreos have a wayyyy higher skill cap bc it's (typically) the main dancer of the group performing

5. Dionysus - BTS

The chairs and moving table props just make this choreo so elaborate, especially the version with the dance break that they did for MAMA 2019 (also that intro was fucking insane like they literally brought the audience to ancient greece). Also in a similar vein, shoutout to all the skz kingdom choreos that took Dionysus-esque crazy stunts and platforms to the next level with moving through stages shaped like subway cars and military tanks and using props like knives and even a fucking flamethrower to showcase MAMA-level narratives. like i wasn't even a Stay then but i was OBSESSED w those stages holy shit

4. Dream in a Dream - Ten

This choreo is so fluid and modern which isn't super common among kpop choreos probably bc it's so damn hard and few ppl could nail a choreo like this .... like Ten's arms r just so wavy LOL

3. Candy - Baekhyun

Ok this choreo slaps. It's so clean and trendy and ily Baekhyun but he's no main dancer so it really shines when you watch Kasper's (the choreographer) version !! ofc part of the appeal of this choreo is that trendy moves are typically easier to dance along to, but this one doesn't feel like some manufactured tiktok challenge.. it's really just a clean 1MILLION Dance Studio choreo that happens to be set to a kpop song

2. Spider - Hoshi

Love the weird metal frames and all the crazy acrobatics that go into this choreo like what the hell it's so creative. This is Hoshi's Taeminification and I am completely here for it <3

1. Don't Wanna Cry - Seventeen

1. Move - Taemin

These r tied for #1 😤 one is for group and the other is solo. like if u've seen these choreos u already know. the finesse. the minimalism. iconic and unparalleled. the best of the best. shit is SEXY.

> Ask me my “TOP 5/TOP 10” anything! <

[high-ashell-hargrove]

Lost- Dean Winchester x Reader

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Ptsd, bad old writing per usual?

Description: after returning from the dead, Y/n deals with her memories of Pergatory and Dean is there to attempt to help her through it all

A/n: so i wrote this like a year ago, and kinda hate it but ngl i wanted to post it lolol

like 1.5k words

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The smell of musty books and beer wafted through the air, along with the new addition of mint and lavender shampoo. It had been over a year since y/n felt soft fabric touch her skin and warm water engulfed her fragile body. She had made her journey from where she had been buried back to Bobbys. Guilt and fear coursed through her veins. Will they be happy to see me? These thoughts raced through her mind as she stared at the off white door. After a while she ambled up the steps, taking a deep breath she knocked on the door. The door opened slowly and she was met with the eldest Winchester, A small gasp left his mouth. He splashed her with holy water. "It's really me Dean." Y/n croaked, her mouth was tremendously dry. A smile plastered across his face as he pulled her in for a hug. "God I missed you" y/n whispered. She absolutely missed the smell of the cologne that seeped from the man’s clothing. "I missed you more." He said fighting back tears, which didn't work much because tears spilled over his face. Pulling back he wrapped his arm around her torso and guided her inside.

"Who was it?" I heard the youngest Winchester call out from the kitchen area. "It's y/n," Dean called back. Silence filled the house. Two sets of footsteps sounded toward the two. There stood in front of you in the tiny mudroom, was Sam and Bobby. “Hey guys,” she said, her voice was brittle, her eyes once full of life and hope now looked dark and empty. The men just stood there, shocked at the small frame standing in front of them. Her face covered in matted blood and dirt, her nails busted, clothing torn and soiled. Sam slowly approached her and brought her in for a hug. He couldn't help but notice her grip, usually strong was now a weak squeeze.

Stepping back he wiped the tears from his eyes. “Did the Cass bring you back?” he asked.

“Hell if I kno’.” a light chuckle left her throat.

She looked at each of the men again, reaching up at Sam as she fiddles with his hair.

“How long has it been? I swear your hair has grown like, four inches in what? Five months?” she chucked again, pulling away from the Winchester. The men looked at her, sad expressions across each face.

“y/n,” Dean said, placing a strong hand on her shoulder, slowly he walked into the living room with her and sat on the couch. “It's been a year and nine months.” His voice is thick. She looked from Sam to Bobby searching for answers. She sucked in a deep breath.

“O-oh, well then I h-haven't had a shower in over a year,” she said, trying to lighten the mood. 

Slowly standing up again she ripped her hands from Deans, “if you'll excuse me.” she said making her way to the staircase. “Damnit,” Dean whispered, rubbing his face.

[Oof)

After cleaning up y/n made her way downstairs again, in the boy's clothing now because hers had been ruined, Sam waited at the bottom of the staircase. *pov change hahahah*

"Though you might need this." He chuckled holding out a beer. I take it and take a sip, wincing at the feeling. Walking into the kitchen I was met with a table filled with food. 

"We uh, though you would be hungry too," Dean said, clasping his hands together. Forcing a smile I sat down, the boys followed. Looking down I began fiddling with my fingers, Dean leaned over and patted my leg. I let out a whimper and grip my thigh. 

"You- you still have injuries don't you," Dean asked with concern dripping in his voice. 

I nodded. Looking up again I see the boys staring at me. 

"Don't want the food to go to waste." I sigh, grabbing the pie.

It had been months of y/n trying to get back into hunting with the boys, Adjusting had become much harder than she thought. Every little thing set her off in some way. Y/n had mostly stuck behind and helped Bobby with research "Berkshire county PA, big Vamp nest according to Rufus." Y/n said, sitting down on her phone.

"The boys are gonna need you on this one," Bobby said sitting back in his chair.

Her eyes widened. Once again It was like she hadn't done this, ever.

"No. They don't need me, together they are enough." Y/n says, her hands trembling.

The sound of the impala rumbled through the air, looking over towards the door she heard the engine come to a stop and the heavy doors shutting. Eventually, she was met by the two men standing in the door frame of bobby’s ‘living room’.

“Hey boys,” Bobby said as he got up to give them hugs. Not soon after they embraced me with strong arms, almost suffocating actually. We sat for about an hour talking out the new case, each time mentioning me joining them on the hunt Dean would look at me with worry, not once did I meet his gaze. We finally agreed, well Bobby and Sam agreed I would be joining them. Packing some things I say my goodbyes to Bobby and find myself staring out baby's windows. A few hours felt like long agonizing months. Fear sat at the pit of my stomach.  Eventually, we make it to a dinky little motel called “Comfort inn”.

Slinging down his bags Dean huffed “Comfort inn my ass.”

Chuckling Sam and I follow in suit.

“I’m takin’ the couch.”

“Cute but no.” I heard Dean reply. Turning around sent him a questioning look. 

I scoff. “And why the hell, not Mr. Winchester.”

“Because I heard all about the tango you had with some demons about a week ago,” he replies and points toward my side. Rolling my eyes and throwing my bag onto the couch.

“So sweet for keeping tabs on me, but no.” 

A few nights later and some more dead bodies we all had found the vamps nest. It was in a big barn in the middle of, you guessed it, nowhere. We got our things and headed there. I have to admit I wasn't afraid of working the ‘suit’ part of the job, but killing vamps I was definitely scared shitless thinking about. We were About ten minutes away from busting in their machetes wielding. 

We stood outside of the doors, my heart thumping uncontrollably. Sliding open the door we all quietly entered, vamps asleep right at our feet. One by one we silently killed them. As we approached the far left corner of the barn, cries for help emerged. Next thing I see, vamps swarming us. Separating us. I focused on the task at hand. my blade flying through them, without seconds to spare. Next thing I know I'm met with the boys again, staring at me like I'm crazy. Blood covered my hand, neck, face, and clothes. It was like I blacked out. Startled, I stumbled back out to the car. The ride back no words were exchanged, we simply cleaned up when we got back to the motel and hit the hay.

Whispers filled her head. The smell of rotting flesh wafted through her nose, and the sounds of twigs and dirt crunched beneath her boots.

A light gasp left y/n throat. Quickly looking around she noticed she was indeed in the motel and not in purgatory. Quietly y/n walked into the bathroom. Shutting the door she turned to look in the mirror.  She was back, it had been so long since she had let her emotions get to her. Now blood soaked her shirt and covered her once clean skin. taking a deep breath y/n looked into the motel mirror again, images of purgatory flashed through her once more. sobs left her throat and her vision began to blur with tears. a light knock brought her back. 

"You okay in there y/n/n?" Dean called from the opposite side. y/n could not bring herself to reply, only more muffled cries. He opened the door and immediately was at her side, whispering comforting words to her while stroking her hair.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.” 

She tightens her grip on his arms, and suddenly she begins. “That-that place, it broke me in more ways than one.” she squeaked. Taking a few more breaths she started again. “I was suffocating Dean, I- I felt myself losing what humanity I had left. And the worse thing was when I screamed… my head felt like it was constantly being shoved underwater. I lost hope… I still feel lost.”He didn't know what to say, he had been there…. But he just couldn't seem to muster up any words, he just held her tighter.

[anothers-trash-my-treasure]

Fictober Day 22: “and neither should you.”

Summary: NGL this is wildly half-assed, my brain isn’t working that well today but I liked the concept. Also features “Are you kidding me?” for Day 24. 

Pairing: Josh Washington and Reader (not romantically specified but whatever your mind thinks)

Rating: little angst I guess

Words: 850

Tag List: @edteche2 @xmxisxforxmaybe @diasimar @txmel @the-almond-dinger @gloriousdarkangelsworld @yousaycoke-isaycaine

Another loud screech sounded out from somewhere deep in the tunnels, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

“What in god’s name are those things?” You ask, looking around at your friends panicked faces. They’re all here, you think, eyes darting from face to face;

Sam, Mike, Jess, Ash, Chris, Emily, Matt and Jo-

Wait. 

“Where’s Josh?” You ask, doing a complete 360 in your spot as you look around for him, seeing him missing among the group.

“I’m not sticking around to find out! And neither should you.” Emily continues, as if your second question had never been asked, she grabs Matt’s hand, pulling him along with her.

You call out for Josh, hoping to god he’s just fallen a little behind and will round the corner in 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...

Nothing.

You call his name again.

“He probably just went on up ahead,” Ashley tried, holding on Chris’ arm, trying to get him to inch in the direction Emily and Matt went. 

Mike shakes his head, “nonono, he was right behind me a second ago I swear.”

“JOSH!?” you scream, attempting to run back in the direction you came from when Sam grabs a hold of you.

“Are you crazy?” She asks, “You can’t go back in there!” 

“We can’t just leave him in there!” You protest, trying to break out of her grip.

Jessica scoffs, “Like hell we can’t! You know what he did to us-” 

“That doesn’t mean he should die!” You interrupt.

You look around frantically, searching for someone to be on your side here, but another screech sounds off in the distance and they all take a step towards the exit.

“Are you kidding me?” You exclaim, anger and fear coursing through your veins like fire, “Sure, maybe the prank was a bit far but come on! How the hell was he supposed to know it’d turn into this? This is out of his control!”

You’re greeted with silence. You shake your head in disappointment.

“I can’t believe you guys.” You turn away, making sure you have your lighter and makeshift weapon in your hand.

“You’re actually going after him?” Mike asks, voice uncharacteristically meek.

“He’s my friend.” you answer simply, “He’d do the same for me.”

And with that you turn on your heel, marching back into the mine shaft. Supernatural creatures be damned. You won’t let him go this way. 

It doesn’t take you long to find him, thankfully. You round a corner and the poor guy is curled up behind a mining cart, knees brought in tightly to his chest. His whole body quivers in fear. 

“Josh,” you whisper shout and he recoils further into himself, whimpering.

“Not real, not real, it’s not real.”

“Josh,” you try again, moving in closer, “Josh, it’s me.”

“You’re not real!” He shouts and your heart breaks at how hard he’s trying to convince himself it’s all a dream.

You place your hand gently on his knees and his body tenses for a second. He lifts his head a bit, eyes rimmed and red with tears. He sniffles loudly, eyes darting all over your face as he breathes your name in question.

“It’s me, It’s okay.” You assure him, eyes leaving him only for a second to assure your surroundings are safe, of at least as safe as they can be, “Come on, we gotta get out of here.” 

You’re trying to be gentle with him, but you don’t know where any of those things are hiding at any given moment and it’s making you a bit anxious. He’s quick to follow your lead, clinging onto your arm with a death grip as you lead him back towards the way you came.

“Where is everyone else?” you here him ask, voice small and scared, so wildly unlike him.

“They’re fine.” you assure him, not wanting him to know that they basically left him for dead, “They went to try to get help.” 

The light at the end of the mining shaft had you breathing a sigh of relief, the tears you had been holding back finally falling when you felt the early sunlight on your face. You feel Josh fall to his knees behind you and you quickly whirl around to see him looking at his broken friend group up ahead, each of them holding onto the other.

“It’s all my fault.” he whispers, “I never should’ve-”

“No,” you stop him, falling down beside him and taking his head in your hands. You’re both streaked with dirt and blood and you don’t want to think about anything other than the fact that you’re all alive, “Not your fault. You couldn’t have possibly known what was out there.”

“They’ll never forgive me,” he continues, face crumpled in a variety of emotions.

“Hey,” you say firmly, shaking his head just a tiny bit to get his attention, “I forgive you, okay? I do.”

He nods, crying harder but at least this time it’s relief. You can do nothing but hold him as the others look on. You think briefly to yourself that maybe you’ll have to re-evaluate your friend group. But for now you hold onto him just as tightly as he holds onto you.

[siren1song]

I wrote a fic in response to art again. This time it’s this really cool piece done by @strawberryjellystuff

I’m ngl I’m like crazy proud of this one.

Taglist: @acanvasofabillionsuns, @emo-disaster, @greenninjagal-blog, @jungle321jungle, @demidork84, @sleepy-sides, @gattonero17

Got a Darkside

The moon shined behind him, illuminating the path he had taken up to this point. But where Roman had to go, no natural light would reach. The trees looked black, the moonlight not daring to touch within ten feet of the forest.

Roman swallowed hard, adjusting his grip on the torch he had just lit so he could make his way to where he wanted- needed to go. And then he stepped out of the light and into the eclipsing darkness, chills shooting down his spine at the choice he had just made.

He was no coward, he needed to make this journey, overwhelming evil aura or not.

With a deep breath Roman adjusted the strap of his shoulder bag, the weight of the importance it carried making his chest feel like stone. He could do this, just one step in front of the other and he’d be back home with the things he needed to save-

“You can do this,” he whispered to himself, continuing to walk through the trees, the mushrooms practically glowing against the light of his torch.

The forest was filled with magic, and even someone with about as much magic as a cog like Roman could feel it. He couldn’t tell if it was as dark as mages made it out to be though, he had no magic to speak of, no way to tell the difference between light and dark magic.

There was no way to tell if the decision he was making was the right one, but he had no money for a trustworthy healing mage, nothing of note that a lord may want to help him save his best friend from the magical illness.

And he knew it was magical in nature. There was no mundane illness that he could find that caused the inky black veins running under Virgil’s skin. No matter how many times he bothered the village clinician, Doctor Logan Ackroyd, there just wasn’t an answer caused by non magical means.

So into the forest Roman was going, in search of the supposed dark mage that lived there. Hoping beyond hope he might be able to convince a man rumored to be as dark as they came to help him where money greedy mages of the kingdom wouldn’t.

Snap!

Roman whipped around, extending his torch so the flames would light any potential danger. He had to protect his handbag, it carried the only bargaining chip he had.

He had to protect himself as well, seeing as he was Virgil’s only hope of survival right now.

Nothing stepped into the light of fire, but Roman’s heart didn’t settle from his throat. He felt eyes on him, and the feeling made his skin crawl as if there roaches making their home underneath it.

“Keep going, Roman, you need to get to the center of the forest,” he mumbled to himself, his eyes constantly flicking about the trees, every movement and sound catching his attention.

Roman walked for twenty more minutes before he realized with an abrupt chilling terror that the sounds had stopped and the forest had somehow grown darker while he wasn’t paying attention.

He stopped, his grip on the strap of his shoulder bag tightening as he tilted his head this way and that, listening for signs of life.

Total silence and fear spilling down his spine, spreading to his ribs, constricting his chest until his breaths were quick and uneven.

No, he couldn’t panic right now, not when Virgil needed him.

But he didn’t have a weapon. Not even the sword he’d forged himself under his apprenticeship with the blacksmith. All he had was his fists and the knowledge of fighting he’d gained from his days on the streets when he was young, roughhousing with a brother he barely remembered.

Suddenly there was sound again, but only one. It slid in the grass and leaves, sending a sound not unlike a hiss to Roman’s ears. He tensed, looking around frantically as he struggled to pinpoint where it was coming from.

The feeling of eyes on his back intensified, and Roman whirled around.

Paralyzing fear locked up his limbs as snake eyes filled his vision, poison yellow and bright with power.

And yet it wasn’t a colossal snake in front of him but a man. A man with scales decorating half his face and powerful magic seeming to emanate off of his skin, almost as if he was feeding the forest around him. Which should be impossible, it was the magic in nature itself that gave mages their power, their connection and respect of the earth and sea and sky giving them abilities the mundane could never hope to have.

“You’re in my forest,” the mage said, stating a fact as if he was trying to figure out a puzzle and Roman was a piece.

Roman nodded, struggling to keep his breathing even in the face of the fear squeezing his lungs. Was this the mage of the forest he’d heard whispers of? The man no one seemed to have any information on beyond he was powerful and he preferred to be left alone?

“Why?”

The mage narrowed his eyes at Roman, suspicious of his intentions if he had a guess. Roman didn’t blame him, he’d be suspicious too if people spoke of him this way and suddenly a stranger appeared in his home.

“I-” he stopped, the fear in his lungs constricting tighter, halting his words.

With an irritated hiss, the mage glanced to the side. His eyes never locked on anything, almost as if he was looking at the forest itself.

The fear eased, and Roman could finally breathe.

What the hell? Did this mage just look to the forest itself and make it ease on the paranoia it was causing him?

Just how powerful was he?

“I need help,” Roman said, his voice hoarse and weak as it left him.

The mage looked at him again, tilting his head to the side as he searched Roman’s face like he was looking for something.

“I had assumed you wanted something, tell me what it is. I’ll decide if it was a fruitless endeavor on your part.”

Roman swallowed, glancing at the trees around him as the darkness seemed to grow even darker, the shadows reaching for his form, held at bay by the glow of his torch and the command of the mage.

“My best friend is sick, something is draining his life and I have found no non magic illness to cause the blackness filling his veins.”

The mage sneered, his fingers twitching at his side and the shadows lurching just a few feet closer. Roman’s fear returned, this time all his own.

“You couldn’t go to the light mages for help? I’m sure this type of heroism is exactly what they get off on.”

Roman grit his jaw, anger flaring at the memory of his meeting with the cheapest mage he could find.

“I’m poor, barely above a street rat as a blacksmith’s apprentice. They wouldn’t help me unless I gave them my life, and even then they wouldn’t do everything in their power to save the life of my friend.”

The mage paused at the rage in Roman’s voice, his face smoothing back into curiosity as he looked at him.

“And what makes you think I’ll do what you need for free?”

Roman took a deep breath. This was the one question he had been prepared for. He opened his shoulder bag, pulling out the only thing he had to offer a mage who had been cut off from society, and as far as Roman knew, contact.

A blanket. An afghan to be more specific. It was the only thing he had managed to keep from his mother before she passed and he was left on the streets. The only thing he and his brother had shared without a fight before he had been taken by guards for showing signs of magic.

The mage inhaled sharply, his eyes widening as they locked on the wool in Roman’s hands.

“I… hope it’s not insulting. I’ve heard sentimental magic can be powerful, and I know the weight of this blanket has gotten me through some very lonely years. It’s yours, if you will help me.”

Snake eyes snapped up to look at Roman’s face, making him flinch away, scared he may have insulted the most powerful man he had ever met.

“...Alright. Bring him here, and I will see what I can do. You leave the blanket with me, though.”

Roman’s grip on the afghan tightened, closing his eyes as he struggled to come to terms with the fact he’d have to part with it sooner than he anticipated.

“Do you have a way that would make it easier to bring him? He’s been bedridden for weeks, and my village is a week’s travel by foot,” he said, finally opening his eyes to be met with a surprised look from the mage.

It was almost as if he hadn’t expected Roman to agree so easily.

Roman was too desperate to save his friend to argue. If this mage could help, if Roman could get him to help Virgil, he would do anything short of taking his own life or the lives of innocents.

“I may have a way to help, if you promise me one more thing,” the mage said, confusing Roman.

“What may that be?”

The mage hesitated, eyes going from Roman’s face to the shadows around them that had slinked back during their conversation, to the blanket in his hands, and finally back to his face.

“Your name, and… continued companionship, once your friend is healthy.”

Roman blinked, staring at the mage in surprise. Of all the things he had been expecting to have to give up, his time had not been one of them. At least, not in the way the mage was asking.

Then he grinned, charming smile naturally slipping into place and confident squaring of his shoulders making the remaining fear he felt melt from his muscles.

“You may call me Roman. And I’d be happy to return for more leisurely activities once my friend is saved.”

The mage seemed taken off guard once again, though his own inviting smile graced his features. He took a few steps forward, gently tugging the afghan from Roman’s arms and into his own.

“And I am known as Deceit, but I suppose I’ll allow you to call me Dee.”

[rogue-barnes-16]

BLUE

Summary: Y/n tries to bury her feelings after making a terribly bad decision about Bucky that destroyed what they had. It backfires in the worst possible way.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: 90% angst

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Submitted for @blushycarol's writing challenge.

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Warnings: language, makeout, implicit sex, feels™️

A/N: this is my prompted songfic for blushycarol's writing challenge! It took a turn like, ngl I did whatever the fuck I wanted with the song but it fits so there it goes, enjoy <3.

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We've broken up and now I regret it

I said goodbye when I shouldn't have said it

"I fixed your boy. He's awake now." She spoke through the wakandan device. "Figured you'd want to see him."

Yeah, it was the princess of Wakanda herself who decided to call me —not even Steve, me— to inform me that the man I loved had finally awaken.

A couple of hours later, T'challa did with Steve the same thing Shuri had done with me, and soon we both left to reach the hidden city.

We met with Bucky.

Steve cried a couple of times, Bucky laughed in a few occasions, and I stayed rather quiet almost the entire time.

After two days, Steve left with the promise of coming back, but I stayed just because I had missed him so much, I didn't feel like saying goodbye just yet.

Despite this, we didn't talk much in those months I had stayed with him. It wasn't like we spoke a lot before, but now it felt different.

I knew why; it was because of me. Because maybe, just maybe, I was terrified that this new version of him, that healed James Barnes, wouldn't love me like his broken self did.

We had reached a point where I didn't know what we were any longer, and I was 100% sure that the feeling was mutual, we were just too scared to talk it out.

I took the easiest, most despicable way and, one morning, I left Wakanda, hoping to spare my heart and breaking his in the process.

A week later I was back, suited up and ready to fight the deadliest threat I would have faced in my whole life.

I survived.

Bucky didn't, and the only thing I could think was that had lost him, and the last words I said to him were 'this is over, I'm leaving you'.

Five Years Later

I even cried but I never meant it

And I don't know why but I can't forget it, forget it

When Fury paired us to go on a mission, I thought it would be easy due to the action, but it turned out to be a watch, and suddenly everything was ten times more difficult.

We had been in silence for at least a long, tedious hour, in a dark room with two windows, waiting for the target to appear, when Bucky spoke.

"Is it true?" I, pretty much confused, turned my head to him, whose eyes were already on me, his back reclined against the wall before me. "that you cried for me." his voice held kinds of fear that I had never heard in him.

"who told you that?" I inquired, starting to get anxious because no one was supposed to know that; no one had seen me breaking down every night for months because of him.

"Steve." he replied, digging his eyes on mines. "Did you?"

My fight or flight instincts made me shook my head no as an initial response, only because of the sudden panic flooding through my veins. "I mean yes- I- no I mean I- I cried for everyone and I just... it-" I attempted to calm myself down before letting out a propper sentence. "it meant nothing. I did, I just didn't... I felt guilty" I finished, my heart racing and pounding as if it would leave my chest. "for everyone I couldn't save."

He didn't say anything else, nor did I.

After our short chat everything was even worse, because I was no longer focused now that the sorrow I had felt those nights was replaying in my head non-stop.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self esteem

We remained distant, but at some point, Bucky started to compliment me, to make nice comments, to give me quick smiles and fast 'thank you's, and I would be lying if I said I didn't treasure them.

"You look... great." He'd shyly say whenever I got dolled up.

"Great shot" he would state breathless, passing me by during a mission, to which I would just nod. "Thank for having my back."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Your hair..." he once trailed off with a frown, resting his elbows over the counter.

"yeah, I needed a change." for a second, the part of me I had hidden crawled up to the surface and I asked. "You... Don't like it?"

"No- I mean yes- I- I really like it." he assured me with bittersweet smile. "It fits you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme good and pure, what you waiting for?

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore

"Barnes and you." Sharon spoke, closing the pantry's door behind her.

"what?" I questioned, turning to her for a moment while she raised her eyebrow at me.

"what are you playing at, Y/n?" she asked, a bit of concern being noticeable in her tone.

We weren't close. No, no we hadn't grown closer, but I sometimes would sit right besides him during Saturday's take-out night, near enough for our thighs to brush.

I'd let him play with my hair from time to time, I'd allow him to come to my room in the middle of the night to lay with me after a nightmare here and there.

I wouldn't complain when his hands held my cheeks in the aftermath of a rough mission, his eyes scanning me with worry and sorrow while pain would most likely be rushing through my body.

I wouldn't scold him if he ever picked me up to carry me into the medical wing after I had gotten injured, even if I could walk. Maybe I would even cling on his neck, feeling his heartbeat fastening.

"We're not playing." I replied noctant, pouring four glasses of wine for all of us.

"Y/n" I sighed. "why are you doin' this to him? You're gonna hurt him and you."

"I don't wanna feel blue." I confessed in a mutter. "no one'll get hurt, I just... Need what he gives me."

Sharon stared at me dumbfounded for a couple of seconds before shaking her head and leaving, mumbling something my ears couldn't catch.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme one more night

One last goodbye

Let's do it one last time

Let's do it one last time

One more time

It was during Sam's birthday that I gathered the courage to do what I, deep inside, so badly wanted to do.

I saw my opportunity the moment Bucky approached the barcounter to grab some random drink.

I left mine on a shelf and rushed to reach him and I passed by him, but on my way out of the room, my hand discreetly found his and tugged him with me.

I didn't stop until we reached the nearest room , which happened to be the bathroom.

Without a word, I got him inside and closed the door, backing against it and, with his fingers still intertwined with mine, I pulled Bucky into a kiss.

He stopped after a few seconds. His eyes were sad as he gazed into mines, and I felt a lump in my throat.

"I..." my attempt to speak triggered my tears, and his response was to cares my cheeks and peck my lips.

The terror I had felt 5 years ago of me not being good enough for him to love me anymore came back. My heart pounded against my chest, the voice in the back of my head simultaneously begging me to stop.

"I need this... Just..." I fisted his shirt, bringing him closer to me. "one last time... Please I-"

"are you drunk right now?" he questioned, putting a strand of hair away from my face.

"No." I half lied, pulling him to me into a needy kiss which quickly escalated.

No, I don't love you

No, I don't care

I just want to be held when I'm scared

And all I want is one night with you

Just 'cause I'm selfish

I know it's true

What had happened in the party was never spoken about, nor mentioned.

We had swept it under the rug for both of our sakes —mostly for mine.

We didn't sleep together again, but in very few occasions, I would end up tugging him to some dark place where we were alone and make out until I was out of breath.

Each time that happened, for some reason I didn't understand, Bucky always whispered me the same question.

"Do you love me?"

To which I answered a breathless, painful 'no' that would most likely end up crushing my heart because of the heavy weight that lie carried.

My nightmares at some point had gotten worse, now involving Bucky getting hurt almost every time, so, whenever I woke up in cold sweat with tears in my eyes, gasping his name, I would make my way to his room and lay down besides him.

He would wake up the moment my body touched the mattress, and, as soon as I was under the sheets, he would pull me into his chest with his arms around me, asking me the same question every time.

"what was it about?"

To which I selfishly responded with:

"don't wanna talk. Just hold me, please."

I'm sick of looking after you

I need a man to hold on to

I'm bored of everything we do

But I just keep coming back to you

The first time I snuck under his sheets I promised myself it would be just that one night, that I would allow myself to be so fucking selfish just for one night, but his embrace was so comforting, so welcoming, and his heartbeat and breathing were so soothing, that I ended up being selfish every damn time.

One night, instead of reaching his room scared and trembling, I reached it with anger and frustration taking over my body.

I shut the door loud enough to make him sit upright, staring at me concerned.

"I'm fucking tired of this" I growled. "I'm tired of this nightmares, I'm sick of seeing you dying, I'm fucking done with looking after you in every mission more than I look after myself" I reached a point where I was close to shout as I stepped to the bed. "I want this to fucking stop!"

"Y/n-"

"I can't keep up with this anymore, I'm going crazy because it's ALWAYS THE SAME SHIT."

"You're tired." he stated, climbing off the bed to hesitantly step to me. "You need to sleep."

"I need to fucking get this off my damn chest!" a choked sob escaped my lips. "I keep coming back to you and I hate myself because of this! Because this is my fault!"

"Y/n please..." he wrapped his arms around me and I fought him a little before giving in, breaking down to tears the moment he kissed my temple.

"I was so scared of you not loving me anymore that I fucked everything up" I managed to explain in a vague mumble between sobs. "You're okay and I was fucking scared of not being good enough- I still am... I just keep making it worse!"

He stroke my hair and pulled me even closer. "Doll..."

The door few open and I heard Sam's voice behind me. "What was that? Are you-" Bucky shook my head over me and signaled Sam to leave.

"I love you so much please I'm sorry" he pulled me to the bed without letting go of me and threw the blanket over us.

"I know you do." he assured me intertwining his fingers with mines and placing a kiss on my knuckles. "I love you. I always will." he whispered soothingly.

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore 

[plainvanillapotato]

the 100 diaries S2 E5

quarantine diaries: may 28 2020

season 2 episode 5: “Human Trials”

i guess a mother always recognizes her daughter even through all that dirt. ngl i cant help but think about how much clarke stinks. Literally was in a pile of bodies and was covered in blood and mud. yet her mother is there hugging and kissing her. 

side note: what if clarke was just a salty bitch and the first thing she said to abby was ‘im still not talking to you. because do you remember when you killed dad?’ i would die  

i love how they are flipping this stereotype of mountain men as in you know how we generally associate mountain people/hillbilly’s as poor uneducated lower class citizens but in this show it’s the opposite. im pretty sure this wasn’t intentional tho. i just watch the documentary “hillbilly” it’s just been on my mind recently

wow kane be doing the important work out here planing a tree. rebuild the ecosystem. side note is climate change/global warming still an issue in this universe or nah?

clarke you just escaped mount weather, survived being hunted alive, survived that fight with anya, survived being shot at. all within a day?! you need to rest. but i guess if you have solar radiation blood you just operate at a different level

bellamy!!! with a new girl around his arm and wearing bellamy’s jacket

nvm. its back to bellamy and clarke. that hugg was like....ok i feel it. i feel the zutara energy. octavia even ships it. but her eye also be saying ‘bitch if you hurt him i swear...’

i swear if finn dies before reuniting with clarke. this show would tho. or like clarke find finn in his final moments

what tf are they doing to lincoln?!

why the hell is bryne in this meeting? is she not going to face any repercussions for shooting at two innocent kids one of whom she killed?! you cant just shoot and kill innocent people without facing consequences? (let me remind you abby was lashed 10 times for less) im not going to get deep into this rn because this blog was not meant for this stuff and i know this show takes place in a different time but with everything that is going on right now in the u.s. i just have to say that pulling out a gun and shooting a person should not be an automatic response and police abusing their power, abusing their authority is not okay.

bellamy bringing up some good points. fight abby! run away with clarke!!

now would have been a good time to bring up your father clarke but maybe shes just waiting to use that one.

raven is the real one with the guns and electrical fence. why was it so easy to escape the camp. like too easy.

maya causing a rift between monty and jaspers. noooo! did we not learn from what happened with Octavia?

maya and the radiation. a bit much. how does this show keep out doing themselves. scene after scene. just when you think that it is safe.

jasper really is a simp giving that blood. octavia? jasper doesnt know her. 

clarke’s face when bellamy told her that finn killed for her. she was like ‘wow. really. i love him more now.’ i know it wasnt meant to be taken this way but clarkes doey eyes don’t lie. 

finn really just threw some fire into the villages whole food supply. woah finn is going crazy here. he really just turned this into a hostage situation. i guess when you hang out with murphy you turn into murphy.

“this one is thoroughbred.” a thoroughbred of what? the British Royal Line? i swear if they tell me that lincoln is a descendant of queen Elizabeth ill die (if you’re wondering about my thought process on this...the best explanation i can give you are those memes about queen Elizabeth being immortal)

monty out here asking the right questions. monty straight up put his hands and sat down. staying right by his friend’s side. we stan a loyal king. monty really shined in this scene. you have to agree. this is my favorite moment of the show thus far.

abby slapped a one legged girl. abby she is a kid and you is an adult. yeah abby just lost some points in my book.

preach raven preach. yeah these kids loss their sense of innocence a looooong time ago. get with the program abby

jaha and kane reunited!! I guess my ship hasn’t been sunk yet. but also wasnt he just in the desert?

woooow this is full on hostage situation? is finn gonna go full anakin? and just embrace the dark side?

murphy suddenly a good guy?? 

now lincoln is a drugy? waht?

also what with the veins on these mountain people. please tell me they’re vampires and thats the real reason they don’t go to the outside in the sun. plus all the blood transfusions a bit suspicious if you ask me

aahh daddy. nepotism. fun fact about me absolutely no one asked for: “nepotism” is one of my favorite office episodes

but also that son be looking like he don’t listen to daddy. i swear the son is gonna turn on him. bet.

yep finn really killed kids and woman. this boy went full anakin. but i guess the writers be planting this plot point: spacewalker more like skywalker. yes this is a dumb theory but what if this is what the writers were actually thinking when they wrote finns character...

finn out did himself. i think he has highest body count out of all those from the 100. i think the real turning point in his character development was when he killed that reaper in the mines with clarke. it was right there and then that the knew he was willing to kill for clarke and hes not just gonna stop now. love really makes people do crazy things. big yikes when clarke caught him in the act. but ofc the show would have clarke appear 5 minutes finn goes ballistic. 

but also finn is joe from you. literally doing the most for the one he loves even tho his love never asked for any of it. and not feeling that bad about it. the boy literally massacred a village but the first thing he says to clarke is “i found you” ...yeah finn really did a 180 in the worst way possible

side note: to anyone who thinks im being hypocritical about bryne/the guard and finn. let me remind you that finn is a kid whose brain has not fully developed. he also has been through a lot shit since since being sent to earth so he is bound to be unstable. now im not saying that finn doesnt deserves any repercussions because believe me i do. i will get mad if he faces no consequences. but the fact of the matter is that byrne and the guard, people who are entrusted with power and authority cannot just abuse their power and authority shooting at random on the whim that anyone and anything is a threat.