#at this point even if i start getting cold im not gonna admit it to him coz i want him to be the one to give in

[kunigamikingdom]

angst with toji x reader…… featuring baby megumi.

Toji was a stubborn man. Which was why it was always SO difficult when you got into an argument with him. He would always cut you off mid-statement to make a point that barely matched, or call you dramatic once you started crying about the fact he yelled at you. He was mad. You barely remembered what exactly the two of you were fighting about, but you didn’t care. You just knew he was absolutely pissed, you were upset, Megumi was distracted by TV across the house..

“You know what?! Im done. I’m fucking done toji. Your not even listening to me right now so i’m not even gonna try. Don’t call me, don’t text me, you can throw away the clothes I have here, and tell Megumi i’m not coming home.”

You didn’t even let him comment on it before you grabbed a small purse you had brung over and left, by the time he realized what you were doing and chased after you, you were already driving down the road.

He angrily slammed his head back against the wall, sliding all the way down. The anger was fading off into sadness now. He really did not want you to leave. Just the thought of you not coming home to him, was making him feel like crap. He didn’t want to be alone. He didn’t want to go back to his cold, empty, lonely apartment. He didn’t want to not see you anymore. He felt hopeless.

“damn it…”

He quietly whispered to himself, trying to get a hold of his emotions.

Megumi waddled into his room, staring up at his dad with those big green eyes. He would have to break the news that his ‘mommy’ (which he would call you) wasn’t coming home..

He felt like kicking himself because he couldn’t control his damn temper and he had to be so damn harsh to you. He should’ve just stopped arguing with you and not called you sensitive, dramatic, and everything under the sun... He should’ve just listened to you instead of talking down to you. He felt guilty and it’s was eating him up inside. He was trying to hold himself together so he wouldn’t break down in front of his son.

Megumi waddled closer to his dad, reaching up to tug on his shirt. He couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath as he looked down at Megumi, his heart clenching when he saw the little boy look up at him innocently. He knew he was going to have to tell him that you weren’t going to be around anymore. He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked down at his son.

“Hey kid.”

He didn’t know how to say it without making the boy upset. He wanted to be gentle with him. Megumi could tell something was wrong just by the way his dad looked. He’d never seen his dad look so upset before. He was confused and he tugged on his dad’s shirt again, looking up at him with big eyes.

”..Where’s mama?”

That question was like knife through his heart. He took a shaky breath as he picked up his son into his lap. He hated that he had to do this. He hated having to tell his son that his mom wasn’t coming around anymore.

*”..Mama isn’t coming back, buddy..”*

He spoke, trying to steady his voice. He didn’t want to cry in front of his son. Megumi’s little face scrunched up in confusion. He really didn’t understand. He didn’t know why his dads girlfriend wasn’t coming back. He was sad and confused and he didn’t like it.

“Why?!”

He whined, now starting to look upset. He felt even more like crap now that his son was starting to get upset. He was already on the verge of crying himself as his own eyes got watery, his chest tightening in guilt. He had to be strong for his son.

”..She’s not coming back because daddy was mean to her.”

He admitted, his voice cracking halfway through the sentence. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. Seeing his son like this hurt him. He really did not want to have this conversation with his son.

Megumi’s eyes started to fill with tears and he started to cry. He didn’t understand. He didn’t like that his dad was mean to his mom. He didn’t like that she wasn’t coming back. It was upsetting.

“Make her come back, daddy! I want mama!“

He wailed through his sobs. He felt his heart break hearing his son cry like this. It was like a dagger to the chest. He held Megumi closer, starting to cry himself. His hand gently rubbing his back to soothe him, he tried to force his voice to speak, but he was so choked up, it just came out in broken sobs.

“I can’t..it’s just gonna be me and you now.”

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[billkaulitzwife]

The Outsiders Coping With a Breakup

(ps guys im not over it leave me alone(i also watched the notebook and i hate myself))

Ponyboy

Reading or writing.

How could you ever hurt this little freshman boy he‘s such a sweetheart

He would probably silently cry into a pillow until he thought his lungs were about to collapse or cave in

if this was now … he‘d chain smoke and listen to lana del rey while looking out a moonlit window

he definitely listens to Elvis to get over it.

I don’t know what exactly he would read to get over it but probably some sad ass Edgar Allan Poe. Annabelle Lee lookin ass.

He‘d write the most heart breaking

tear dripping

heavy breathing sad poetry ever.

show him a romance novel.

he’d never stop reading them until he got over it.

just the bare thought of it drives him nuts.

so he reads.

Johnny

if you hurt this man he would probably hurt himself.

he would dream bout it and wake up in cold sweats, tears running down his face.

in all honesty

i think he‘d be artistic with it

he’d somehow turn each and every single tiny thought into something about you

whether it be thinking about a teddy bear then contorting it into nothing but an image of you and him.

he would never be able to look at the places you went together the same.

he would be an artist.

hand him a pencil and he’ll make your heart break and ache.

might etch and sketch on himself to see if you still care.

ps you obviously do.

Dallas

Doesn’t know how.

All this man does is sleep, drink, fuck, repeat.

being honest this manwhore is probably gonna screw every hoe in Tulsa to try and get his mind off of it,

but every path leads back to what he knows best.

he would smoke more,

party more,

drink away all his problems, etc before facing a problem head on.

people may see him as this

uhh

violent gang member hoodlum kid guy man

but deep down hes really just a kid who wishes he couldve given his momma one more hug

a kid that needed to be loved.

a kid that was never taught how to be loved.

Adelaide

crier.

she’s a big ol’ crier, but it doesnt matter since thats not the only way she copes.

she loves to paint and puts every emotion into her paintings.

she may’ve become a kleptomaniac since she needs the supplies.

the curtis boys would

PERSONALLY

kill you if anything happened to her

one heartbreak and shes done for

love? whats that? it isnt real?

dont hurt her no matter what.

she would also turn to cigarettessss (as if she doesnt smoke enough).

adelaide would develop stage five lung cancer before even admitting that love could in the slightest exist anymore.

Sodapop

working.

soda seems like the kinda guy to go through a breakup and cry a lot

but the only thing that really helped was work.

he’d probably get a raise

yk with how hard and how much he’d be working to get over it.

his siblings would warn him about not overworkimg himself

and guess what.

he didnt listen and got really sick from all the stress.

i know for a fact he would keep away from cigarettes even if someone said they help and he believed it

he would only ever listen to the radio

hoping and praying that when he’d hear a love song he‘d hear your voice

Darrell

probably the most sane of everybody while dealing with his bs

he wld obviously be heart broken

but not to the point he needed some insane coping mechanism.

he would probably meditate.

i mean this is the sixties cmon he’s either gonna do wxxd

or meditate.

as soon as a thought of you came up and his mind started to panic he would sit on the couch and

well.

relax.

he probably has the healthiest coping mechanism he’s definitely got his life together

the others are jealous as fuuuuck

Steve

bro wouldnt eat.

every time he thought about the breakup

he thought it was because he was strong enough

or that he was too chubby for his girl.

one time he passed out while on the way to work and the gang freaked out so bad

they couldnt take him to the hospital so they carried him home and stuck a juice box in his mouth

eventually his ass woke up and they all cheered like the war had just ended “HIP HOORAY!”

but then in all seriousness

he needed to get his weight back up so the curtis kids make him eat at their house

even if he says he ate.

theres always snacks for him laying around thay house from then on out

Two-Bit

drinking.

do i have to explain.

in the novel pony said two-bit was famous for shoplifting and his black-handled switchblade…

but for some reason i know he wouldnt shoplift any more.

(he sure did teach adelaide how to tho)

along with his love for “shopping” you gotta remember he’s a heavy alcoholic

he’d drink away all of his problems and thoughts until he blacked out.

his buddies would think its just your average keith

but in all reality he’s really struggling

even though he seems like the usual drunk happy joking guy

HE IS HURTTT.

okay thanks for watching todays vlog

if u ever need to vent please dont be scared to message me bruv im sure Ik how to help.

[firefly--bright]

unearthed.

jean kirstein x fem!reader, modern a.u., buzzfeed unsolved a.u.

summary ; you dont know just how many watchful souls listen to you and jean speak, waiting, watching. maybe it's just you, but the prison air feels warmer. warnings ; mentions of violence, a little horror (? literally just the tiniest bit), talks of death. cringe humor. a/n ; happy halloween my beloveds. crazy that halloween and diwali were on the same day. kinda poetic lowkey. im DEAD TIRED so ykw that means! happy fireflyfic day! (and happy diwali to those who celebrate :)) taglist ; @holding-infinity-and-a-book , @mrsnobodynobody , @hopeless-anti-romantic , @jeanscremebrulee , @berrijam , @happxme , @cherrypieyourface , @imgayandshesanime , @moonmalice , @kivernova , @potaho3frog , @xakilicious , @katestrophes , @gojo-ana , @ppushable , @zombiefiedskeivy

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The prison wasnt eerie, which should’ve struck you as concerning. 

No, rather, the opposite, the fact that it was a little too comfortable, a little too lived-in to be considered ghostly was what you found…weird. Or maybe it was jean’s presence next to yours, the coldness of the air masked by his warmth and stolen jacket perched over your shoulders that made the air feel a little more breathable.

Connie and marco are huddled over the camera, speaking in hushed whispers - some technical jargon that your brain is too tired to recognize. 

Jean shifted from beside you, adjusting his own coat - not stolen - and thumbed the straps over his chest that snuggly held a smaller camera so it fit better over him. He cleared his throat when he caught you zoning out, “know your lines?” he asked, a prompt for you to speak your mind. 

You smiled cheekily, looking at him under the dim, sole flashlight. “By heart. Scared, jean-boy?” 

“Dont call me that on camera, please,” he says, eyes screwing shut when you shine your light straight into them. 

“Have i ever embarrassed you? You do that to yourself more than i do,” “okay that’s…intentional. It helps with the character im going for.” you snort. “Damsel in distress?” he scoffs, “i had to save you last time, remember?” “that was just an excuse for you to hold my hand, you can admit it. The cameras arent rolling yet,” you tease, bumping your shoe with his worn-out converses. He lets you. There isnt much he doesnt let you do to him. 

“Alright, cameras are gonna start in three…two.. One!” marco’s voice is characteristically calming, even at a higher pitch.

 

Your shoulders stand straighter as you look into the lens, placing the flashlight right under your chin. “hello, watchers! Welcome back to another episode of Unearth - a series where we try to gather evidence of the paranormal to see who wins - a believer,” you say, pointing the light under jeans chin briefly before settling it back under yours, “or a skeptic.” “it’s not a competition,” “right. Of course not.” you say, winking into the camera. Its jean’s turn to speak, his voice a low baritone, and you can see his breath becoming foggy into the now november air. “We are here today at the Marley Prison, rumored to be the host of seventy percent of the state’s most wanted criminals since the early eighteen hundred's. And we’re standing infront of it now and it’s fucking creepy,” “right, and it was also incredibly overcrowded, so-” “-so just, a terrible place to live in.” “yeah, but they killed people,” “...right. Most of them.” “i’ve heard it smells like shit,” you say, almost forgetting that this might get broadcasted, but jean’s eyes on you seemed to have that effect. forgetting the size of your own beating hear, forgetting where you were, melting away any proof of life except his.

He smirks, looking straight at the camera once more. “Right, that’s why i have-” he pulls out a small spray bottle. From what you could read, the text flashed, “FLOWER POWER!” and your smile turned into a laugh. “- this air freshener right here.” “right. That’ll protect us.” “if i get possessed i’d want.. It to smell, like-” “-like flower power-” “right.” now the both of you are laughing, shoulders shaking.

“Great. Let’s head inside, guys,” marco says, smile on his face, and eren puts the camera down to view what he had gathered. 

“After you,” jean says, his shoes scruffing against the harsh stones underneath, spreading his arm infront of you as a guide.

“Pussy,” you muttered, making him sputter.

-

“Alright,” you say, settling on the cold hard ground. Cell number 509, holding the last inmate of the entire prison who passed away in the very same, cramped room. Only a mattress and a sink to keep him company, a small, hand-sized window on the wall opposite to the door, meant to be locked at all times. 

“Dangerous people in this place,” you say, mostly to yourself. Your partner was on the ground floor of the vicinity, in another building entirely, investigating by himself. You decided to split up to see if that might spite any spirits to act, planning on asking questions to the different people that were barely alive, living in the space so freely disturbed. The camera crew were also downstairs, waiting on the two of you to be done. All you had was an old walkie-talkie that connected to jean’s. 

“You there?” his voice - filled with static and concern - reaches the confines of the prison cell. “Yep. where are you?” you ask, sitting in the middle of the floor, pulling your knees up to your chest, your flashlight flickering. “Im at the uh… that punishment place.” “ah. Im in Dean Cooper’s cell.” “oh,” he says. “Why dont we just use our phones for this part?” he asks, a beep following him. You smile. “I dont know, actually. Do you- should we?” “yeah that’d be.. I mean, better communication. Audio..quality - there are so many bugs here,” he speaks as you switch your phone on, dialing his number. He picks up not even a second in.

“Okay, can you hear me better?” he asks, and you rest your back against the thick wall. The door - heavy and cold - is fully closed so you could get a better experience, the full creeps. You nod, knowing he cant see it. “yep. Its crazy that people had to live like this,” you speak, holding the microphone part of your device close to your mouth, his voice on speaker. Something alive to fill the walls, more than your own presence. “Yeah. well it’s crazy that they committed so many crimes, honestly,” “i know.” 

You’re supposed to be filming. Your camera is rolling already and youre supposed to be speaking to a presumed dead person but a holy one is roaming downstairs without you and all you have is his voice as proof. “Hey,” jean calls out, and you thank good network reception and technology to have his voice be so clear, without cuts, real against your hand. “Im at the uh… what’s it called? The place where they could talk to their loved ones right now.” “ah,” “it feels weird.” a beat of silence. “Weird how?” you ask, your voice quiet. 

“Like-” theres a shifting sound at the end of the line, followed by a slight creak. “- weird in the sense that… i dont know, like, people still loved and cared for quote-unquote bad people,” 

You hum. Your head now also rests against the wall, too unaware to keep it up, too comfortable to find your own muscles. “I dont know. You’re always better with the words and shit.” he says, and you give him a small laugh. “Words and shit?” “yeah like, you know what to say.” “i mean, these people are dead, jean, theres a real small chance they can even hear us.” “i know, but like, even to alive people.” its almost 3 am, your phone says, and your heart increases in size, a little too comfortable against your ribcage. 

Have you ever felt that before? the muscle that’s supposed to be contained in a confined space now opens itself up and you have no choice but to let it. It grows, bigger, until youre body is tattered and all that remains as proof is your heart, big and timid, still beating, waiting for jean’s eyes to look at it. You havent. You wonder if any of the people half-alive in this place have. 

“I mean, love is alot of patience,” you start, your fingers fiddling with the end of your jacket. A stray piece of thread. You hear him humming in agreement and continue, “maybe they just… couldnt say it. How many times have you been able to not say that you love someone, y’know? And then you get the chance to but then it gets lost in all the other unimportant things and maybe that… maybe that’s love. The unimportant things.” you say. Your fingers feel funny, tingly, hearing his voice saying something at the end of your sentence. Youre too caught up to say something important as a reply.

So you settle. Listen. “Like, imagining this place alive… y’know. Like not in a creepy way but in like… it’s - like so much time passed, and so much was said here.” he says. His voice holds importance in your hands, and you trace shapes into the side of your phone with your thumb as if its the back of his hand and you’ve taken it in yours, cold and patient, unimportant. Tracing shapes that cant be seen. He hears them though. It’s in every pause he takes, every breath he hears on your end of the line and he wonders if you know how your alive-ness makes him braver than the night. Brave enough to know that speaking is something to be accomplished, that you’re listening.

 

He stares at the glass window in front of him, sitting on the chairs that prisoners used to sit on with hope in their eyes. At least, that’s how he imagines it. Theres a small hole in the window, enough only to catch a couple breaths and silenced sentences and he can only imagine how the other person mightve felt, seeing their loved one behind a blurry and unkept screen.

“Im not going to empathize with them, obviously, but, i feel like… i mean, obviously this place was built to be inhumane. The fact that they even included that section of the prison, though.. I dont know. it's kinda nice.” you say, and he closes his eyes to pretend youre in front of him. Its not that hard, in all honesty, because your voice fills his ears and he’d rather listen to proof of the living - with her shoe kicking his, with her voice teasing his shrieks - rather than the minute but present proof of the dead. He knew someone - barely alive souls, watching - had to be listening to your conversation but he also knew that he was listening to it too and he’d rather commit to the cold of your familiar hands than the unfortunately lived-in warmth of this place.

“It is.” he agrees, his chin tilting up, his shoulders relaxing. One hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone, microphone to his lips with the speaker on. He wasnt alone. His phone’s screen is blurry and unkept, but he wasnt alone. 

“Y’know that’s what i find kind of… i dont know, comforting? About like, something this hopeless. That, like.. There’s a recreational room that they had. Like the option was there for them to sit down there and talk, maybe. I dont know how that wouldve gone-” you say, voice ending in a self-aware laugh, making him smile, “-but it was there, right. Same with this communication room…thingie. Like the option of loving is there.” 

Your voice floats against the walls of the room, touches the glasses separating him and the world, before coming back to him. His chest feels funny, more aware that it’s there. Not just as an organ and something trivial that helps him breathe but now as something larger than himself. Something less candid, hidden under layers of clothing and skin built to be thick, raised to be soft, and it almost lays there, in front of him, inhaling the sound of your voice like it’s a new source of oxygen. And it grows. Alive.

“Option of loving,” he echoes, eyes now fluttering open and looking at the expanse of the tattered ceiling above him, spotting shapes. Option of loving. “Like even now there’s like.. Im sitting here, and there’s notches on the wall. Like the… four standing lines and then a slash through them. Like the hope of getting out isnt gone. Its… cool how humans just do that.” you say. He clings onto every word, his own little prayer against the dark, unsaid but important. Option of loving.

He looks back infront of him, staring at the glass window again. Theres gunk in the corners of it and spiderwebs claiming it as their home in a place as haunted as this. “And even if i dont… believe in ghosts it’s like…cool to think about in the sense that, i dont know, everything is a proof of life. Y’know?” you ask, ready for confirmation knowing that he’d provide it to you. Anything you’d ask.

“Thats… i didnt see it like that,” he admits, “i mean i just saw it as like… confirmation that dead people are dead and that if there’s an afterlife we have to chose a right way to live, something we’re proud of, so that we dont regret it when we’re… dead and roaming the halls, waiting to be found, yknow?” “like grief.” you answer, and he shifts in his seat, getting a bit more comfortable. He nods, knowing you wont see it. “Yeah. kind of.” “that’s…poetic. We should start a podcast-” “-shut up,” and both your voices are broken up by laughs, short and warm and proof of being alive and roaming the halls, waiting to be found.

There’s a dog howling in the distance. No light in the room that you’re in, barely any air, coolness of november flush against your skin despite your layers. His voice holds you, a little blanket, cocooning you around yourself. “Hey, you’re supposed to come find me,” you say, reminding him of his task of peering into the halls, asking ghosts and bugs to come closer to him. Whatever’s alive or half-dead or half-alive or half-already-living. “And you’re supposed to play twenty questions with your hot date,” “i think he’s pretty cold, actually,” you say, he laughs. Another shift in fabric, another creak - he’s gotten up from his place on the chair, now warmed, soon to be claimed by the prison’s musty air, but for now it’s there. Fully alive. 

“My battery’s gonna die.” he says, voice a little solemn, his footsteps squeaking against the floor, rubber on hard cement. “We have walkie-talkies,” you provide, your voice full around it’s edges with your own smile and jean almost asks why youre smiling, but refrains. He’ll ask when he finds you. Or maybe he’ll tell you he’s in love with you. Or maybe the words will get lost under all the other unimportant things that he has to say to you. 

Or maybe that’s just what love is. The unimportant things, layered, hidden, chest and heart, large, warm, growing. 

[wonxlvr]

Sick.|| p.sh

— Summary: You and Sunghoon had planned on going on a date outdoors. And even with the freezing temperatures, you chose to wear a short skirt and no jacket even after Sunghoon had warned you. Safe to say you had learned your lesson.

— Genre: fluff, drabble,

— Pairing: Non-idol!Sunghoon x g/n reader

— Warning: Reader is stubborn, sneezing, coughing, yk things you do then your sick, mention of blades (on skates), kisses, lmk if I missed anything

— Note: Reader is gender neutral but is wearing a skirt! Please keep that in mind

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You and Sunghoon were supposed to go to the ice skating rink for your date. The cold winter air would essentially make the rink freezing.

And even after all of Sunghoon’s warnings and pleading, you wore white leggings, white long-sleeve top, thin sweater, and a short white skirt.

“baby, please go change. At least wear a jacket! Your gonna get sick,” he pleaded.

“But I really like this outfit! I swear I wont get sick, please?” You pouted.

Sunghoon sighed and looked at you from head to toe, once again.

“Fine, hurry up,” he huffed grabbing the keys before heading to the car.

You squealed and quietly thanked him.

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Once you guys had arrived, your eyes scanned the area. Yep, definitely a skating rink.

Sunghoon sat down to put on his skates so you followed him like a shadow. Your skates were white, which contrasted from Sunghoon’s black ones. The blade of the skates shone brightly under the light, making it appear sharper than how it was.

He huffed again seeing your outfit.

“Are you sure you’re not cold? I can just give you my jacket—“, “No! Its alright, I’m fine. Really! And no offense, but that jacket doesn’t really go well with the theme Im going for..” You said, pointing at his green plaided jacket.

“Alright fine, I’ll stop asking. But you better not start whining,” he threatened.

You nodded with a smile plastered on your face, eyes gleaming with excitement.

After a while since you guys had arrived, you both have already started skating. You didn’t want to admit it, but it really was starting to get cold.

“Hurry up, your not usually this slow,” Sunghoon said, a bit harsher than he intended.

“Okay wait, in a minute,” you said trying to hold back from clattering your teeth. You held on the side railings, hoping it would support you up if you fell.

Even with your efforts, it was obvious you were freezing.

Sunghoon noticed this, “are you cold?” He asked.

“W-what? no,” you said stuttering from the chill of the air.

Sunghoon quirked an eyebrow, “stop lying, your nose and ears are so red, plus your shivering,” he pointed out.

“No! I’m not, really!” And as if on cue, you sneezed three times in a row.

Sunghoon sighed, but he knew it was coming, at one point or another.

“Do you wanna go home? I could make a warm drink or soup?” Sunghoon said tilting his head to the side.

“Sure..” you muttered.

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You laid in bed to frozen to move a muscle, when Sunghoon came in with a bowl of hot soup.

You thought he would’ve lectured you or said “I told you so”, but he didn’t.

Here he was, taking care of your stubborn self, taking care of your health, risking his own just by being near you.

He laid in bed with you, soothed you to sleep, warmed your cold body, and took care of you at your lowest.

Your so called sickness didn’t stop him from giving you ginger kisses on you bridge, nose, or lips.

And although you liked Sunghoon pampering and taking care of you, those stomach aches and headaches were not worth the trouble.

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DO NOT PLAGERIZE, COPY, OR STEAL MY WORK.

author's note !

This is my first time writing and actually PUBLISHING it so it might not be as good.. I had this idea for a while and since Sunghoon won the poll for the last post, I decided it would be fitting for him to have this plot. Who should I write for next? Feel free to request or asked to be added in the taglist !!

[garndiddlious]

made a big compilation of Evil Morty and Morty Prime SORTA being friends (along with foreshadowed friendship). im not too keen on how tumblr works so i have no idea if any of this is gonna make sense, but just bare with me. also, for the sake of not typing the same names a billion times, EM = evil morty and MP = morty prime.

first off, just to start, this is a little frame that always stuck with me. EM is the first morty MP has actually met, so of course he’s curious about another version of himself.

and next is the BIGGG video. im not going to force you to watch it, so ill state my thoughts on it first and you can watch if you want to analyze more.

PART ONE aka when EM lead MP to the morty room

- to start, MP is obviously trying to make conversation

- EM is keeping that together cold, calm character probably to both not be forced to elaborate and to control evil rick

- MP states his ideas of rick, showing rebellion unlike other mortys. EM obviously took this to heart, even if he didn’t let MP leave.

- that strange stare EM gives MP

PART TWO aka when EM talks about “sellout mortys” (didn’t add the whole montage)

- EM refers to MP as a “sellout” morty, which is obviously an insult

- however he states he can’t hate him for it due to most mortys being “bred for it”

- gives MP the chance to see his issues with rick more clearly

PART THREE aka when both call rick a liar

- not much to say, just that they’re both in agreement and they jinxed eachother which is like totally a friend thing (im coping)

PART FOUR aka when EM states how MP probably relates to him

- it’s true, MP has been “evil” countless times

- EM puts enough ideas in his head where MP’s relationship with rick truly starts to get more shakey

PART FIVE aka when EM offers MP to come with

- do i even need to explain? he offers to MP that he’ll let him come, completely unmalicious

- even though EM says that second seat was a toilet, he still offered to let him come nonetheless

- MP literally calls EM cool

PART SIX aka when MP “tees up” EM

- once again not much to say, other than EM making snide remarks to rick and MP being curious as always

PART SEVEN aka MP and EM going into the same “fighting room”

- i know it’s realistically what would happen since the two mortys count as one rick in the machine, however they were still paired up so

PART EIGHT aka when EM kills nice rick

- EM could’ve literally killed MP so easily but he didnt

- kills nice rick once he admits he was just going to use the two, once again not a lot to say but EM protecting MP and himself in a way

PART NINE aka “the worst turd is a pizza”

- MP as always attempting to engage in casual conversation with EM

PART TEN aka when MP steps into EM’s portal

- there’s not a whole lot in the beginning, just EM explaining to MP stuff

- EM saying how he “doesn’t care” if MP comes or not

- the portal closing on MP, causing EM to immediately open the portal back up to once again offer to let him join

- morty explaining his dork ass reason, EM letting him come with

- although there’s probably a reason, EM acting like he doesn’t gaf and then opening up the portal 5 seconds later just to let morty enter. istg.

PART ELEVEN aka EM and MP regrouping with rick

- once again EM acting like he doesn’t really care, definitely not letting rick know he gave MP a second chance to come with

PART TWELVE aka “rick’s cheering section”

- EM stating “WE brought ourselves”

- really giving MP those free will points, defending both him and MP

PART THIRTEEN aka MP using a rick prime bot to save evil morty

- i don’t think i need to elaborate much, MP literally saves EM

- does the two fingers salute to EM, probably saying “you can trust me”

PART FOURTEEN aka EM doing a body swap thing

- we really don’t know enough about what EM actually did to figure this out

- it could be that they completely bodyswapped and EM was just in MP’s body now, but then he wouldn’t have his wires

- either way, they swapped shirts, see that in whatever way you want, friendship love, sibling love, bromantic, romantic, whatever way you view their relationship

- EM thanks MP, it’s hard to tell if it’s sarcastic or not because EM is always flat toned

PART FIFTEEN aka EM blows up the omega device

- MP, as usual, trying to engage in casual conversation

- lets EM know about the pretty visual, really trying to connect with him

- EM states “THIS didn’t make us friends”, maybe implying something like “THAT could make us friends” in a future season?

CONCLUSION

im full of cope, im practically losing it, but im so certain they’re trying to handle EM’s and MP’s relationship in a way where they aren’t purely acquaintances. and although MP makes him attempts at friendship more obvious, and EM refuses to act like they’re friends, he has almost as many “friendship” like moments on his own. i really hope we don’t have to wait for another season to pass for EM to appear again, he’s become alot more vital, especially since the main threat that we know of (prime rick) has been eliminated. i know the writers are probably gonna be kinda silly and just make EM the main villain, however these last few episodes have been purely to develop the characters rather than the plot, and EM’s and MP’s relationship has so much potential for something fun. i don’t think something like the freaky mortys theory will happen, however there is a lot of room to wiggle around in and develop their relationship, because it will ultimately develop both MP and EM which is definitely what the writers are wanting to do. anyways feel free to use this video, feel free to reblog with your own thoughts and ideas, these are just mine!!

[moontheanon]

Maybe

By 🌙

Warnings: mention of murder and killing.

Who?: Yandere Wilbur x YN

Requests: Nope!

What is this Moon?: this is the start to my new series! This is my apology letter for not being as active!

Are you available for requests?: Yes and No. You can send but it might not get done. :(

Anything else?: YBF (your best friend)

Side notes?: This is gonna become my new series so i hope you guys enjoy!

“Maybe im stupid for killing him.Maybe I’m stupid for even thinking that i could do it without getting caught! But that doesn’t matter! We can still be in love! Just give me a chance!”

“You’re crazy…”

“Oh but, my love im not!”

“Oh, you definitely are.”

She started to walk backwards slowly, but as she stepped back, i’d step forward.

“No! I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t replace me!”

“So you decided to kill him?!?”

“Well, in lack of better words, yes!”

“You’re insane!”

“Psh.”

“I don’t get it! Replace you in what, Wil?!?”

“Well my darling,” i placed my hand on her soft cheek before sliding down my hand. Oh how the color of blood suited her.

“I just wanted to make sure you would never replace my love.”

She stepped away from my touch,

“I cant believe you did this.”

“Darling-“

“GET AWAY FROM ME!!!”

“Darling please.” I walked in a slow pace as she walked frantically, “You’re overreacting!”

“Overreacting?!? You just killed someone!”

I sighed in exhaustion. We’ve already been over this! It was for my love and nothing else. And frankly if she doesn’t like that…

“Maybe i Should kill you to my love!”

She stopped in shock. Her eyes widened in such a lovely way.

“WHAT?!?” -Her voice screeching

I hummed to myself.

“If you don’t want to love me for what I’ve done, which i see as a reasonable thing to do, i should just kill you! Plus you already know about this and i don’t really want to go to jail.”

“Wait…”

“I’ll give you 15 seconds my love.”

“Wil please!”

“15…14…”

“WILLIAM!”

“Fine i’ll cut it short!”

She turned around as i pulled out my gun.

“1.”

Gunshot

———————

“Yeah i’m not gonna do that.”

“Awe c’mon! Its just a dare!”

“Yeah but i don’t know him.”

“That’s the point! Now go!”

~

“GO YN! RUN!”

~

“Huh?”

“Girl, i said go!”

“Oh yeah.”

“You good YN?”Her face darkened and her voice suddenly became hushed.

“Yeah i think so.”

“Good!” She exclaimed, going back to normal, “Now go!”

“Uh-“

She pushed me all across the room before deciding to sit me right next to the new kid.

He was tall, as most boys are in high school, and he was handsome. He had brown curly hair that had some sort of fluff to it, along with some dusky brown eyes. He wore a plain button-up shirt with black pants. All this pared with some nice doc martins with burgundy socks.

He was a handsome fellow! But would I ever admit that? Probably not!

As i stared at him, he stared right back. Well, kind of.

He stared at me, to YBF, and right back at me.

“M’k see ya!” YBF ran right across the room all the way to the restroom. Leaving me with New Kid.

We stood there awkwardly for a couple of seconds before i made the first move.

“So uhhhh…”

He turned around to continue walking before i stopped in front of him.

“My name’s YN LN!”

He gave me a cold stare.

“What’s your name New Kid?”

“William.”

“Willaim?”

He stared into my eyes, “Yeah.”

“Are you from Britain?”

“Uh-“

“You have a pretty accent!”

“Thanks. You’re in my class aren’t you? Why don’t you know my name?”

“Well, what class are you in?”

“The one that had Mrs. Burn for 1st period.”

“Oh yeah that’s my class.”

He gave me a disapproving look which meant i needed to apologize.

“Im sorry! I don’t really pay attention you know.”

He stared at me a tad bit more. He gives me an eery feeling that even i can’t pinpoint. Next thing I know the bell rung and the headmaster yelled at us.

“Break’s done! C’mon!”

All the kids started running in a regular stampede.

“Imma call you New Kid.”

“Please no.”

YBF waved me over and it was my signal to go.

“Bye New Kid!”

“My name is William!”

I skipped away as he yelled at me before meeting YBF by my locker.

“How was the new kid?”

I pulled out books for my next period,

“Weird.”

“Eh.” She shrugged, “Expected.”

“Second day of school and we are already off to a bad start.”

She fake gasped, putting her hand on her chest hardly as if she couldn’t breath,

“Why would you say that?!?”

“Well, we weren’t prepared for the rain, we can barely open our lockers, and that New Kid is already not a fan if us.”

I put the last book in my bag and closed my locker. YBF put her hands down in a miserable way that I couldn’t explain.

“I’m just trying to have fun YN! And its not like I can control the rain.” Her face scrunched up and her hands hit her hips.

“I don’t know what that New Kid did to you but you’re acting different.”

I sighed and put my backpack over my shoulder. When i turned around she blocked me from moving anywhere besides in front of her.

I took a deep sigh before looking at her eyes.

“I’m sorry YBF. I don’t know what’s gotten over me.”

I paused and wiggled my way through her and skipped a bit more.

“Here! Lets skip in the rain.”

“Nuh Uh! I just curled my hair this morning!” She exclaimed.

I ran to her and grabbed her hand.

“YN!?” She paused for a second, “YN!!!”

I ran into the rain with her in hand. I giggled and splashed in some puddles.

“Ugh YN!!!” She whined and opened her umbrella.

“You’re so annoying!”

“Psh! You’re fine! C’mon lets go to class.”

“Fine. But if you do that again i will personally kill you.”

“Oh pish posh.” I swayed my hand in the air. “You love me!~”

“Nope.”

“Yup!”

She stopped talking and looked at me, annoyed, “Just a little.”

I waved her off in a knowing way and walked to my next class, separating ways from YBF.

@gaytoadwithapopsicle

[creative-caramel-coffee]

PROMPTS LIST

Hi welcome to my prompts list, if you have an idea for a fic or would like one of these prompts in a fic let me know the number or letter or both in a request (feel free to use more than one) and I (if your request fits the guidelines) will write it at some point. If you are requesting you don’t have to use a prompt but feel free too. :)

please also look at my do’s and don’ts before requesting :)

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

1. “honey i know you really don’t want to but can you please take your medicine?”

2. “give me that, did you even look at the right dose before you started chugging cold medicine love?”

3. “if you can walk from here to there you can come with.”

4. “dont speak honey i can tell it hurts.”

5. “love you act like a child when your sick”

6. “honey no your not gross, you cant help being sick sweetheart.”

7. “no honey it happens i don’t blame you please don’t cry my sweet.”

8. “what are you doing out of bed my love?”

9. “look at me, hold my hands. breathe with me love your ok.”

10. “do you think you can eat something or will you be sick again my love?”

11. “honey you must be boiling from the inside out here come to bed and let me look at that fever of yours.”

12. “love we need to check your temperature again. i know i know you hate it.”

13. “your looking a bit pale love are you feeling alright, come here.”

14. “let me feel your forehead, no buts, come here.”

15. “this cant be new, love how long have you felt sick?”

16. “i don’t like the sound of that cough, let me hear your breathing my sweet.”

17. “no. you need to be in bed now come here ill carry you back.”

18. “can you walk?”

19. “is it your head?”

20. “if this happens again I’m taking you to the sickbay.”

21. “ready your obviously not capable of walking I’m going to carry you. ready? one two three up!.”

22. “slow sips my love or you’ll be sick again?”

23. “have you taken anything for it?”

24. “come on babe just a nibble its all I’m asking you need to eat something.”

25. “oh love you must feel awful.”

26. “let me see that right now, how did you even do this?”

27. “that sounds like a nasty cold, do you need anything?”

28. “honey you cant come with you can barely walk.”

29. “here put this over your eyes and sleep.”

30. “i got you a cold wash cloth and some pain medicine to help.”

31. “aww love come here.”

32. “is that the grim reaper?”

33. “did you get your period love.”

34. “its ok we can get the blood out.”

35. “honey can you come with me, your bleeding through your shorts.”

36. “come have a bath and i’ll get you something for the cramps.”

37. “oh love its that time of the month isn’t it sweets.”

38. “its ok, a little period blood wont kill me.”

39. “honey the boys haven’t noticed yet but the blood on your suit isn’t from the mission, aunt flo came.”

40. “Love we need to get you changed.”

41. “Um I think im gonna-“

42. “I’ll admit im not feeling so hot.”

43. “Honey you’ve lost your colour sweets you very pale.”

44. “Honey we need to get you checked out”

45. “It’s alright love I know you didn’t mean to.”

46. “Its ok you’ll be alright. Im right here.”

47. “I need you to tell me if your going to be sick again.”

48. “That doesn’t sound good.”

49. “Don’t lie to me I know somethings wrong.”

50. “How about you tell me the truth this time.”

51. “If the next thing you say is a lie I will leave you here by yourself.”

52. “Sweets you feel like a furnace I need you to let me check your temp.”

53. “Please let me look after you.”

54. “At this rate your going to collapse.”

55. “Stop running yourself into the ground.”

56. “I’ll always be here to pick up the pieces. Always.”

57. “One hug then you need to let me get up so i can look after you.”

58. “Darling come here, you clearly need cuddles.”

59. “I don’t care if your sick nothing will stop me hugging you love.”

60. “If you don’t come back to bed I won’t give you cuddles for a week.”

61. “How dare you threaten my cuddles. That’s low even for you.”

Scenarios

a. spontaneous collapse

b. acts like a child when sick

c. difficult when sick

d. insists their ok

e. cant speak so uses sign language

f. suffers in silence

g. hiding illness / injury

h. throwing up in bed

i. throwing up on someone

j. throwing up on the floor

k. bleeding on sheets (period)

l. bleeding through suit / clothes (period)

m. hiding cramps

n. hiding that their on their period

o. shaking hands

p. shaking body

q. fever + sweaty

r. needs to be carried everywhere

s. needy when sick

t. wandering around confused when sick

u. confused when sick

v. waking up confused.

w. Forehead kisses

x. Nightmare

y. Fever dreams

z. Cant walk properly

AA. Broken bones

AB. forehead kisses

AC. sniffles

[mmmmmmmmmmmmsoup]

Yandere x gardener pt.6

warning: SLOW BURN, WE ARE NOT EVEN WALKING, WE ARE CRAWLING OUR WAY THERE, kidnapping, slight nsfw but not really, yandere stuff

you started to wiggle in your sleep, shifting awake. once you sat up and did your morning stretch, you looked around the room.

"huh?" you say a little surprised.

you don't remember going to the guest room and going to bed last night.

'oh dear lord, did I fall asleep in the truck? did Cash carry me to bed??????' you think to yourself. you place your hands upon your cheeks, blushing.

you didn't care to admit it, but you were worried about having feelings for Cash. sure he doesn't talk a hole bunch and at first of knowing each other you didn't know if he even liked you as a human, but deep down he was really sweet. bringing you hot drinks on cold days, making sure you don't work yourself too hard, having lunch together every now and then. not mention his mama, who is the sweetest person in the world! And to put the cherry on the cake, Cash does this... he takes you in, gives you a place to stay for the night, where you will feel safe and be able to rest... its all just-

next thing you know, you hear knocking "oh uh, come in!"

as you lay in bed, Cashes mom opens the door and steps into the room. "mornin, dear! how did you sleep? hopefully better then the last few nights."

"I don't think I've slept better" you chuckle.

"thats good to hear! i just came in to tell you breakfast is just about ready, so don't take too long getting dressed."

"o-oh thank you! I'll be out in just a moment!" you reply

mama smiles and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

'well, I guess thats my sign to get dressed then.'

you push yourself off the bed and walk towards your bag full of clothes. you still had work today, so you put on your work clothes, nothing fancy.

once you were dressed, you headed out to the kitchen, and there was Cash frying up some bacon while mama was sitting at the table knitting, chatting with her son.

"morning!" you say shyly, not ever being in the ranchers house this early in the morning.

"mornin" Cash says back as he starts to plate the bacon.

once you sit down, cash hands you and mama a plate, it has bacon, pancakes and eggs on it, a nice homemade breakfast.

"thank you...and thank you again for all of this, you guys really didn't have to do this"

"its nothin" Cash says, he takes a seat across from you, with a plate of food for himself.

"so whats the plan for you today?" mama asks

"oh, I still have work today, so I'll be heading out shortly, and once Im done I can come back to grab my stuff and get out of your hair."

....

the room went silent.

" you gonna head back home? already?" mama questions

" well I don't want to over step my welcome"

" do you think you'll be comfortable enough to sleep?" mama asks

" well... I don't know, but either way I can't not go back to my house. at some point I'll have to just deal with it."

...

more silents.

Cash buds in, " how about you stay here for a bit longer..? doesn't have to be a forever thing, but until you fully feel safe to go back, hows that?"

...

you really didn't want to over stay your welcome, but if they were this insistent... plus its true. you don't think you would be able to sleep if you did go back home, home just didn't feel safe right now.

"ok. I'll stay."

mama clapped her hands, "yay! maybe you can give me a hand making cookies this week, family recipe!"

you smile and continue to eat your breakfast.

after your meal you pack your car with your tools and head off to work.

-------Time Skip--------

it had almost been a week since you chose to stay at the ranch, mama loved having you around and having someone to bake goods with.

you and Cash have talked a lot more and he seems content in your presents.

Cash was actually loving all of this week. you coming home after work, bonding with his mama... it made him feel like you guys were a happy married couple. he loved the sent you left in the house, it just smelled more like you. he loved seeing you come out of your room, in comfy clothing, looking relaxed.

and thank god his mama goes to bed early cause the things he does at night...

he sniffs the pillows lol. like once everyone is in bed, he goes out to the living room where you usually sit, and sniffs the cushions. he has had to fight the urge of using your toothbrush. sometimes he'll try and do the laundry before mama can, just so he can handle your clothes, he also sniffs them, yes the underwear too.

he's aware that the gardening season is coming to a close, and at first he was sad about not seeing you until spring, but now that your basically living with him, he doesn't have to worry about that anymore!

or at least he thought...

Cash was sitting in the living room, taking a break from ranching. you come in from outside.

"hey can I talk to you about something?" you ask

you choose to sit next to Cash, wearing your work clothes.

Cash hums, signalling you to continue.

"so this week is the last week of gardening, so after today your garden will be prepped for the winter and I won't need to work outside anymore."

Cash nods his head, hearing what your saying.

'maybe she can stay here more in the day, we could have lunch together, maybe she would want to help out with the cows' Cash thinks to himself, daydreaming of you and him alone, in the truck.

"I also wanna say thank you for allowing me to stay here with you and your mom, and I'm happy to say... I found a new place to live?"

That got Cashes attention real quick, he sits up slightly, eyebrows raised, "what?"

"yeah! i figured I would never really feel safe after what happend, so I have been doing some research and I found a new place to move into!"

This is the last thing Cash wanted to hear. so not only are you done gardening, but your moving? so he really won't be able to see you until spring.

"wha- when are you moving?"

"tomorrow, the day after I'm done working on your garden! all I need to do is sign some papers, and I'll have a new place!"

"what about all of your stuff?" Cash questions.

"I'm getting movers to come in on the same day, to move everything"

"have you told mama yet?"

"I have! she's a little sad to see me go but she seems happy for me"

Cash was feeling dizzy, he was enjoying having you here, living with him, and now your just... gonna go?? this can't be happening, no this won't happen, this can't happen.

Cash looks towards you, an odd expression on his face. you can't pin point it, but your sensing some discomfort from him.

"...I'll give you a moment to think about whats happening, I better get back to work anyways..." you stand up making your way to the door.

Cash is spinning out of control. only on the inside of course, on the outside he's just hunched over sitting in a chair.

he stands up walking over to your bedroom, as he opens the door, he looks into the room scanning all your belongings. this will be all gone, no one here to keep this room warm, no more of your little nick nacks around the house. you'll just turn into another stranger until spring, and then he'll have to work your relationship back from the bottom. what if you meet someone before then?

Cash closes your bedroom door and walks over to the window that peers out towards the garden. thankfully your back was turned towards the house, so you didn't see the Rancher staring at you.

you won't be here anymore. just thinking of a life with out you makes his chest feel tight.

Who’s he gonna come home to have a long day of work? Yes he has his ma. But it’s not the same, he needs someone he can hold close, someone he can bring to bed with, someone he can have kids with…

He could imagine it so perfectly too. You a gardener, him a rancher. during the winter season when it’s too cold for you to work, you just stay home making warm meals and caring for his ma, or you join him at work sometimes, while he’s feeding the cows, your in the truck keeping cozy… and maybe in a few years, you two have a few kids running around. One girl, one boy.

He can’t just let you slip away like this, and miss out on the life you two could have.

the sun was setting and you had nearly finished your work for the day, the garden was done and ready for winter, and all you had to do is put everything away.

you gathered the tools and headed towards the shed. As your in the shed, putting everything away, a shadow is casted over you, you look over your shoulder seeing Cash standing in the door way.

"oh hey Cash, whats up?"

...

Cash didn't respond, which wasn't really out of the ordinary for him. you turn around fully facing him.

" hey i just need to squeeze past you, if thats ok..." you try to shuffle around him, but oddly enough he doesn't let you pass. you look up at him, somethings off. his face hold a darker expression and his eye look dangerous.

"y'know y/n..." Cash speaks, looking around the shed.

he spots a rubber mallet on a shelf near him. he starts to reach for it.

"I've really enjoyed the time you've spent here, at my home."

Cash now has the rubber mallet fully in his hands.

"...and i think this... could be your home too"

you step back, away from him "haha... your kinda scaring me Cash"

"I think you should stay here." Cash says, but by the way he says it, you know it's not a suggestion.

you start to breath heavy, unsure of whats really about to happen, all you know, is that you gotta get out of this fucking shed.

you bolt, you don't try to squeeze past him, bumping shoulders, no, you head straight between his legs.

He clearly wasn't expecting you to do that and to be so fast at it. he tries to bring his legs together hoping you will get trapped in the process, but you just manage to squeeze out beneath him.

you just start running, heading in the direction of the house. you run through the garden, but before you can make it half way, you feel a heavy pain in your head. you fall to the ground, everything looks blurry and your head is spinning, you feel something heavy rest on your back. before you pass out, the last thing you see is a shadow casted on the dirt ground in front of you.

Cash looked down at you, your limp body no longer putting up a fight. As he sat on your back, he let out a sigh. he grabbed some rope from his coat pocket and started to tie your hands together.

"I didn't want to do this darlin, but you left me no choice..." Cash tied the last knot and stood up. he picked up your limp body and carried you to a special place he had planned.

my god. all weekend I have had nothing to do so I've just been writing up a storm. I wrote this with my laptop, I find thats its smoother to do. do ya'll notice anything within the writing compared to me writing on my phone?

[saexy]

‎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ¸: ᭰͒̑͡ 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓣𝓸𝓻𝓲 . . . @niitoshi

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 !

The little droplets of water trickle against the glass, you move your finger against its before letting it touch the table. You watch , taking a sigh of relief, in the solitude of your company. It was short interrupted by the growing eyes on you. The white gown, the veil were definitely a give away to answer it. 

—

Getting cold feet is totally normal!! You reassure yourself in a weak moment of second thoughts. The engagement diamond sat tight around your finger as you fiddled with a bouquet of carnations. You met Kagami 5 years back. And even though he particularly didn't strike much of your interest, it was love at first sight for him. He fell first, and felt harder. ANd you, you grew to his presence. He cared about you, loved you with all your ins and outs. He stayed, and the idea of him around became a habit. A habit. A habit, the word irked you strangely. There was never a doubt that you loved being around him. He knew you in and out, things you liked and disliked. Your friends loved him. He was perfect, a page from every girl’s fairytale- The air was poised, Yes it must be, today out of all the days was not the one to question. Teh ceremony was starting in an hour. Guests had started lining up. You mentally slapped yourself before you spiraled into this stupidity. 

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 !

The muffled voice behind the door helped knock you off your thoughts. “Hey, it's oli” you recognized your best man’s voice. For a change you had both a maid of honor and a best man today. “Its open” you replied, too lazy to move from the comfort of your chair. The dress added. Oliver stood struck in teh door frame. “You. Look. Gorgeous. Marry me instead” His last comment made you chuckle. You rolled your eyes at him, “at this point i might as well” you mumbled. 

“What did you say?” Oliver raised hsi eyebrow at teh answer. 

“Nothing”

“You guys fought,didnt you, told you he was a los-” 

“Oliver” You snap at him. It was unlike you to get so worked up over something so small. Oliver’s mouth fell agape, not hurt, but concerned now. “Im sorry I didn't mean to-” you start off but he cut you off. 

“Talk to me” he knelt half way to look at you, worrisome.

“Do you think we rushed into this marriage?” You ask, “And answer me honestly?” 

Oliver was ready to shoot down any doubts you had coming but even this left him confused. 

“You do want to call off teh wedding, i don't think loverboy would mind.” Oliver broke teh growing silence. “I admit, i d not particularly get along w him, he is brick wall for a man, but he loves you… he will understand and you can marry him tomorrow” 

“What if i don't wanna get married… to him… ever” Even you didn't realize where all this came from, but maybe you knew deep down.

“Congratulatulations” That voice. You were only half way done though your make, when the man interrupted. Him. His audacity to show up today out of all days, boiled your blood. Everyone exited shortly to give you two privacy. “never thought of you as being into lilies” he blurted in all honesty. 

“I like em better” You lied. Taiga loved lilies.”Why-”

“Before you say anything, your mum invited” he said, putting down the bouquet of red carnations. You stand mute, trying to pick words, the rite words, until you are picking just any word. Anything you say out loud. “You had the choice to not show up” you bitterly bit your tongue back.  

“Hmm.. I wasn't staying for the ceremony anyway.'' Silence took over again. He clicked his tongue, and without any further try-hard conversation, walked out. Again. You wished you screamed, cried, slapped him for always leaving you to pick up the pieces. But you didn't. You didn't feel the rage anymore. 

For someone who always had something up his pocket, you were throwing Oliver off hsi game. “Oh- oh- development..” he stares at you blankly, “Do you want this?” he just asks one last question.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ♥︎

You werent gonna let the events of earlier dictate the way you lived, but at the same time, the diamond felt heavy as the clock ticked. It was unfair to taiga, this might hurt you both, but to live the rest of your life as a lie, would kill you. This was all the courage you needed. 

“Yes, I mean, No i don't want this wedding… because, i-I love carnations”  

“Okay? You want to cancel this wedding because they didn't get the flowers rite? Unacceptable but-”

“I have to go, I love you, take care of this for me” You hastily pull out the ring from you finger before oliver can he even comprehend what was going on, You pu ton your shoes, “I’ll call you later” 

“Tori, whe- What is going on, we can fix teh flower-” Oliver tries to put two and two together, but watching you running around the room grabbing you things, he hardly can circle his brain around anything that was following. 

YOu hug him tightly., “I owe this to you, Thankyou oli. I Love you  and i Love carnations” Marriages turn people silly he had heard, but you were not married yet- So this was rather fearfully crazy. “Just handle everything here” YOu peck his cheek and take the leave. 

Your veil billows behind, smiling preciously. You were not tied by teh promises or regret of yesterday anymore—you ran bec you were doing something for yourself.

–

“Miss, would you like another?” You smiled widely, “yes, gladly” the people’s gaze fell with time. Until someone takes a seat next to you. “Some day?” He cocks his head to meet your eyes. 

“You wont believe the day i’m having”

“Sound liek I have all the time for a story” 

A giggle escapes your lips at his cheekiness, You take a deep breath, smiling eagerly to taht familiar face.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘 !

[7ndipity]

Heeeyy!! I hope the shipping game is still on! If not, you can ignore this haha

I dont believe in zodiac signs so I'm not gonna feel the need to tell you mine :]

I'm a very smartass girl who forgets what she wants to say or do all the time! I get sassy while trying to be funny and people who don't know me often call me mean, cold and arrogant. However, I'm the complete opposite of this! I'm actually very soft and loving and im the therapist friend. I love love love dramatic historical love stories that are set in the world wars and I cry like a baby everytime I read or watch something like this! 😭 I love romantic stuff but I'm pretty goddamn awkward and even though I crave physical affection all the time, I'll make sure I will never admit that to anyone (except you haha)

I easily get jealous, lose my temper and get possessive of whatever is mine. My trust issues? To the moon!

I dont like any nicknames in relationships and neither am I introverted nor extroverted.

I'm very socially anxious, to the point of I start shaking intensively and to almost cry whenever I have to ask a stranger something, so most of the time if I'm out with someone I make that person talk in public instead of me. For example: I want to buy this. Can you please ask for me how much it costs?

One of my biggest passions is acting, and I'm currently trying to pursue my acting dream and career and an acting school!

Oh and I also have severe eating disorder, I usually eat one small meal a day because I've been struggling with lost appetite since I've been a teenager

So that was me 🫶🏻

I ship you with Yoongi, Hobi and Jimin!

You and Yoongi have several similarities like his dry, sarcastic humor also earning him the false reputation of being cold/mean, but we all know what a sweet and caring person he really is, and I think he would really appreciate having someone that understands those different sides of him.(literally, as soon as I read your comment abt astrology signs, I was like “Yoongi”😂)

Speaking as fellow socially anxious person, Hobi is the supportive, extroverted energy that every introverted person needs in their life(there’s a reason Yoongi calls him vitamin) He and Jimin are also very romantic and naturally affectionate, so even if you’re not the best at voicing your needs for attention, you’re gonna get loved on!

They’re all also very comforting, reassuring energies, and love looking after and taking care of others, so they’d be well matched with you on that level as well!

Hope this was okay💜

[stankycowboy]

you can't expect me to just sit here and let you handle it. ( for jesse 👀 )

Jesse was unused to having his authority questioned. Sure, Severen often pushed him-- sometimes to the brink-- but they each had their place, and his was at the helm. He fought back the urge to bluster, sneering at the woman instead, teeth gritted, eyes seeking her own in cold, hard silver. "An' what are you gonna do ab't it?" His words were so pointed, so forced, that his accent was not the soft Southern drawl, but more of a hiss. "This aint' none'a yer business" he snapped. The girl, she was their problem. He would have no outside interference. Jesse knew this one had a soft spot for their boy Homer, but defending him from his mistakes was no way to learn-- or whatever else she had intended. Furious already, Jesse turned on heel, no longer able to face Lira, biting his bottom lip to keep from punching something, or someone. Even enraged, he knew what a bad idea aggression might be in this scenario. Blood welled up, dribbling down his chin. He paid it no mind.

He had sent the others out, Diamondback with Homer and the newcomer, keeping them safe, at ease, and Severen to seek out the girl's family. Jesse would make sure the girl participated in dispatching her ties to the living world-- a trial of joining them-- in order to do so they would need to keep tabs on not only their whereabouts, but also who they got involved in finding their missing kin. He raised his fingertips to his scrunched forehead, realizing he had already assumed her fellowship. There was just as much a chance she washed out, was unable, or unwilling, to learn. Perhaps he was getting old, growing soft to the notion of expanding their pack. Maybe it was an echo of his own past come to haunt him. Did he miss his own daughters so much?

With a beleaguered sigh, Jesse sat down, anger much diffused by his own personal frustrations. "I didn' think he had it in 'im", the Silvered One quietly admitted, steepleing his fingers in front of his lips. His stare became long, unfocused, drifting off into the middle distance. "Really thought it had passed". It was an ignorant belief really, based more on hope than fact. It would have been so much easier if it had been true. Now, they found themselves in the exact predicament they had always sought to avert. "I promised this would never happen" he said, mostly thinking aloud; though he could have been trying to excuse the unfortunate event as well. There was nothing for it now, he understood that regret was not a pleasantry they could afford. They would have to find out if she was one of them or not. Simple as that. He dropped his hands to his lap, became fully present, and returned his attention to Lira. "I don' know what you would do, or what you intend, but we'll solve it". Jesse spoke with all the authority he could muster, knowing he was well and truly beneath the woman before him, but he would not be ousted. These were his people. He could take care of them. He had all this time. Surely they would find their way. Through one course or another, their fate would be decided. Whether they weathered the storm, or were sunk by their own hubris, he would remain the captain of their ship.

He kept his steely eyes on her, showing his staunch position. Two immovable forces on the topic at hand. He only hoped Severen stayed away, he didn't need to fight a war on two fronts. The boy would eagerly align with Lira, not out of love, or split loyalty-- though it was hard to say if they would not factor in--Severen had said from the start the girl should be got rid of. Any stance that removed her from their midst was one he would double down on, and there was nothing more insufferable than his partner becoming belligerent. "We can do this" he assured her. Forcing himself to sound calm, though the dried stain on his face spoke otherwise. "Give it a week". Of course, making this agreement with her was almost pointless. He would have to bring the same deal to the others. Homer would happily agree, Diamondback would be wary, yet amenable due to her closeness with the old man, but what would he do about Severen…

He kept stern until she agreed or left. Unable to be swayed from his decision. Let the others fuss, and fight, and bicker, he would not have it. In a week, she would become one of them. Or die trying.

[mwagneto]

every year around october-december my parents and i play this unspoken game called "who is going to crack first" in which we refuse to turn the heating on until someone finally gives in and asks for it to be turned on which is made even more exciting this year by the fact that roughly one minute of heating costs more than the entire house. mid november going strong and im fine so far and so is my mum but i think my father is starting to get desperate. he says he's fine but my room is the coldest in the entire house while his is the warmest (just a case of awful vs good insulation lol) but he keeps saying shit like if you want the heating on just ask !! ill turn it on the minute you ask me to !!!!!!!!! nice try old man. admit you're cold even in your nice warm room or we're all going to freeze. i refuse to lose

[redskull199987]

Riddle me this!?

Bruce Wayne x female!reader

Word count:2.1k

Warnings:none really, canon typical violence

Summary: After an incident at the Mayor's funeral, Bruce finally realizes what you actually mean to him...

Masterlist

My footsteps echoed dully through the corridors of the bat cave as I walked over to Bruce. He stood in front of the monitor, his mask abandoned on the table. Slicks of wet hair hung around his face and the remains of his black eyeshadow ran down his face.

"Bruce?"

No answer. I sighed and stepped closer, grabbing his hand.

"Bruce?"

He finally looked up, his grip around my hand tightend. I gave him a reassuring smile while my eyes scanned his features. To be honest, he looked like shit. Dark eyebags lingered under the eyeshadow and a few scratches adorned his beautiful face.

My eyes finally resting on his, I felt how Bruce pulled me closer to him. I hid my head in his chest, as I took in his scent. He smelled like rain and dirt and the faint smell of blood lingered on his clothes.

"You need to shower", I finally said and looked up, "The Commemoration for the Mayor is today"

Bruce nodded and turned his face back to the monitor. The news were playing and they were full of the mysterious new villian, who called himself the Riddler.

"You're gonna find him", I said and slightly squeezed Bruce's hand.

"I know", he mumbled and looked down, "Will you accompany me today?"

"Of course", I smiled, "It'll be good for you to be out a little bit"

Bruce looked at me perplexed:"I am out every night"

I sighed:"I know. And I have to admit, sometimes I wish, you weren't"

Bruce looked down and pulled me closer by my hand.

"I know", he mumbled and softly rested his chin on top of my head, "I know"

I pulled away from him:"Im gonna go find Alfred, see you later"

Bruce nodded. His hand left mind and I felt cold on an instant.

Once again, my steps echoed through the empty corridors , as I left the cave, on my to find Alfred.

"Bruce?", my voice was so silent, that he almost didn't hear me, but when his eyes locked mine, I knew that he had heard me.

"Y/N", Bruce said.

His eyes scanned my face for a second before he turned back to the road.

I swear, Bruce was the only wealthy person in this city, who would drive himself.

After a few minutes, we reached the church and I could already see the crowds of paparazzi, waiting at the entrance. Bruce stopped the car and looked at me one last time, before getting out. I followed him and immediately, the journalists were after Bruce, like he was some wild animal.

"Mr. Wayne, do you have a moment!?"

"Mr. Wayne, can you tell us, why you're here?"

"Are you planning to support the new Mayor, Mr. Wayne?!"

"Mr Wayne, is that your Girlfriend!?"

The last question caught me of guard. I locked eyes with Bruce and he turned his back towards the paparazzi and grabbed my hand. I slightly leaned against his side, while we waited.

I allowed my mind to wander and suddenly started to wonder, what Bruce and I were at all. We have always been close, since we were children. That was of course, due to the connection our families always had. With me being an Arkham and Bruce being a Wayne, our ways had to cross at some point. And since Bruce' parents died, we've been even more Inseparable.

I was torn away from my thoughts, as I felt Bruce gently tuck on my arm.

I looked up and his steel blue eyes stared at me, with compassion in them.

"Come on", he mumbled and pulled me towards the entrance.

We were about to step in, when Bruce spotted Carmine Falcone in the crowd. Alongside him was Oswald Cobblepot aka the Pinguin.

Bruce's grip around my arm tightend and I saw his jaw clench.

"Bruce", I mumbled, trying to calm him down and pull him past Falcone but it was hopeless.

"Bruce!", I heard Falcone say and while he began to explain the history of him and Bruce's father, my gaze fell upon the Pinguin. He was supposed to listen to Falcone, but his heavy gaze rested on me.

I shyly pressed myself closer to Bruce. He looked at me for a Second and finally decided to put his arm around me.

"Ah, of course. How could I forget!?", Falcone suddenly said and looked at me, "You must be Y/N Arkham, aren't you?"

"Yes", I mumbled and gave him a firm smile.

"I remember you and Bruce playing around, when you were still children", Falcone grinned.

Only now, he seemed to notice how Cobblepot eyed me. Falcone patted his shoulder:"Oooz, you're intimidating her, can't you see?"

Cobblepot smiled and grasped my hand. I felt Bruce step forward, but he stopped himself from attacking the Pinguin.

"I'm sorry, my lady", Cobblepot smiled and kissed the back of my hand.

"Ehm, I-It's fine. Really", I mumbled and looked at Bruce for support.

"We should get inside", he mumbled, "Excuse us"

Once we were inside, I let out a breath, I didn't realize I had held in.

"Are you alright?", Bruce whispered close to my ear. A shiver ran down my spine, at his husky voice being so close.

"Yes", I finally said and looked at him, "And you?"

" 'm fine", he mumbled and pulled me towards the front.

"Mr. Wayne", someone suddenly said. We turned around and saw the Mayor approaching us.

"Bella Réal", she said and shook his hand.

"Y/N, it's nice to see you again", She said towards me and pulled me in for a hug. I gladly hugged her back and smiled at her:"The pleasure's all mine, Bella", I said.

"You know her?", Bruce asked me perplexed.

"I do", I mumbled.

Bella's gaze fell upon the wife and son of the deceased mayor.

"I'm gonna go, give my condolences", She said.

"I'll join you", I added and stepped away from Bruce.

His hand lingered on mine for a moment.

"See you in a few", I said and smiled at him. He gave me a weak smile in return and I finally turned around a followed Bella towards the family.

A few minutes into the conversation, I slowly felt myself drift off. I didn't listen to the others anymore, as I gazed over at the entrance. A hushed sound came from outside of the building. It sounded like screeching tires.

My brows furrowed, as the noise grew louder and louder. My eyes scanned the crowd for Bruce and as I finally spotted him, a loud bang came from outside. The whole crowd looked at the entrance now.

Bruce suddenly turned around, his eyes wide open and he started to sprint towards me.

Seconds later, I could see the SUV crashing towards the door. I heard people scream and run away. But suddenly, I felt Bruce's arms wraps around my waist and he pulled me out of the way. The car crashed against the altar.

I looked up and saw Bruce, hovering over me.

"Are you alright?", He asked and held out his hand for me.

"I'm okay", I breathed and grabbed his hands. He pulled me to my feet.

I felt how Bruce pushed me behind him, as the police started to rush in, demanding that the driver got out of the car.

My eyes widened, when I saw that it was the district attorney. The one, Bruce and Selena had been spying on yesterday.

"Shit", I mumbled, but flinched away slightly, when suddenly a phone rang loudly.

Bruce grabbed my arm, as the attorney lifted his hand, showing a phone taped to his hand.

"Everyone out of here!!", The police yelled and slowly the crowd started to rush outside.

"Go!", Bruce said and turned around.

"Come with me", I mumbled and grabbed his hand.

"You know, I can't", he said.

I sighed:"I know"

"I will come back", he assured and kissed the top of my head.

I looked at him with desperation in my eyes. I couldn't help myself, so I grabbed his cheek and pulled his head down to me, connecting out lips in a short and tender kiss.

"Go!", I said and our ways parted.

"Y/N, you need to calm down", Alfred said and grasped my hand.

"I know, Alfred. But I can't", I mumbled.

We saw it. We saw the explosion. The district attorney had exploded right in front of Bruce and right after that, we lost contact. His lenses not working anymore.

"Shit", I mumbled as my gaze landed on the TV next to us. I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. I couldn't believe my eyes. The pictures on the news, showed how Batman jumped from the police building, flying down the streets and finally disappearing under a bridge. And explosion went of a little bit later.

"That enough", I said, "I'm gonna go out and find him."

"Y/N,no!",Alfred protested and stepped in front of me.

"What if he's hurt!?", I asked, as I felt tears swelling up.

"I know, Y/N", Alfred said and in his eyes, I saw that he was just as afraid for Bruce as I was.

Alfred pulled me into a hug and I squeezed my eyes shut, while I felt tears running down my cheeks.

"I'm alright"

My eyes shot open and I turned around, as I heard the voice of Bruce, right behind us.

"Bruce", Alfred and I said simultaneously.

We rushed forward and caught him right in time. Bruce stumbled into our arms and we quickly helped him into his room.

While Alfred went to get the medical kit, I pulled away the Mask, looking for any injuries. I spotted a laceration on his forehead and his eyes were dizzy.

"Y/N", Bruce mumbled and grabbed my hand.

"I'm here", I said.

Alfred came back with the medical kit and we slowly started to patch Bruce up.

It was going to be a long night.

I wanted to sleep. I wanted to lay down and close my eyes so desperately, but I couldn't.

I sat the the table in the living room with Alfred. The breakfast was long forgotten, as we waited impatiently for Bruce to wake up.

"I'm afraid, that I have to leave you for a while", Alfred said, "I have to attend a few meetings for Master Bruce"

I only nodded and said my goodbyes before settling back down.

I leaned my head against my hand and I could feel myself dozing off again and again.

After a few minutes of keeping my eyes shut, I slowly opened them again, but what I saw on front of me, was unbelievable.

"Bruce!!", I said and jumped up. But Bruce only sat there in front of me, were Alfred had sat only minutes ago.

"Oh my God, are you alright!?", I asked and kneeled down in front of him, grasping his cheek.

Bruce chuckled and put his hand on top of mine. I think, I didn't see him smile in years.

"I'm alright", he mumbled and squeezed my hand.

I sighed calmy and looked down, before I felt Bruce grab my chin and pulling my head back up.

He rose to his feet and pulled me with him.

"I was so scared of loosing you", he mumbled and pushed back a stray hair of mine.

"You... What?", I asked perplexed.

"Back at the Funeral", He said and looked into my eyes, "When that Car crashed into the church, I was so scared that I could loose you. And it made me realize something. Something, that I always knew, but was too afraid to admit"

I gulped and scanned his face. It showed nothing but adoration.

"Bruce...", I mumbled, but before I could say anything more, his lips were on mine and he pulled me impossibly closer to his chest.

I sighed and my hand snuck around his neck, while his arms encircled my waist.

"I love you", Bruce finally mumbled against my lips.

"I love you", I repeated and smiled at him.

"I can see, that you two have finally come to admit it", Alfred suddenly said.

I turned around and saw him standing in the doorway. A smile adorned his features.

I felt Bruce lay an arm around me.

"Seems like, we did", he smiled.

"We did", I agreed, "We did"

[mysticaltora8276]

You’re again using Ableism as an insult. Well that’s not a good look. And nowhere did I say that she needed to find a job less than 24 hours. I pointed out that she needed to start finding a job in less than 24 hours. Im sorry if I didn’t make it clear but that’s what I meant. Using the phrase “You’re insane.“ Is ableism because that’s basically again stigmatizing mental health issues just to insult a person.

No, I’m not using the conservative voice of “pull yourself up by your bootstraps.” I am pointing out a fact of the world. It’s a cold. It’s something that I personally have dealt with. Once you hit 18 people expect you to figure things out whether or not that’s true depends. That’s exactly what Rose did and you’re complaining about how I’m pointing out that she needed to be shown doing that more so than what she did before. And also here’s the funny thing. And here’s another funny thing. If you can’t figure it out for yourself, you’re supposed to ask for help. Part of being an adult is is admitting that you don’t know what to do not making excuses due to age. People narratively expect characters to grow and evolve in change. She really didn’t except for the worst. So yeah, you kind of shoot yourself in the foot by contradicting yourself.

I don’t expect her to have the emotional wherewithal as a therapist, but I do expect her to learn from her mistakes and not come across as quite selfish when by that time she should know better. Unfortunately, that’s what the writing made her out to be.

No, you didn’t Renettie at all. Like ever. Which hand could’ve helped with your argument. Instead, you tried to drag Sarah Jane through the mud. You’ve yet to explain where her supposed mean hearted jab came from and have yet to explain why Rose is catty when she’s got that relationship with the Doctor. And I don’t know why you seem to think that she’s gonna bite off her head when that wasn’t the case at all Sarah Jane was actually nice to her and just made it lighthearted jab at the Doctor’s expense and Rose made it about herself.

So you complain about Mickey and Jackie about how they drag her down but then you turn around and say they’re not abusive so what is it? Which is it? Are they a negative influence that need to be cut out of her life or are they not? See this is what I mean about contradicting yourself or rather you just don’t make things clear until I point out the flaws in your argument and then you’re forced to make them clear which would be fine if you just made that clear and didn’t try to insult people.

Again, Rose doesn’t really comfort her mother in her trauma. After the police leave, she runs after the Doctor despite the fact that Jackie flat out tells her why she was worried about her. Instead of sitting there in explaining at least in a mundane sense of what happened she doesn’t even even bother to explain. Until an offscreen conversation, which is a shame because I would’ve like to see the beginning of that onscreen conversation because at least I would know that they had a conversation.

As for the conversation between the Doctor and Rose. That’s fair. I do admit that that’s fair to point out that he did mean something more. That does bring up the topic of why on earth does Doctor then flirt with other people knowing so well that Rose feels that way about him? That kind of makes him look like a jerk. So yes, he was talking about his feelings towards Rose, even though he did not come out with the love word. so the reveal of the school Union about how things come to an end. Sarah Jane even says “when you stop traveling with the doctor getting in touch with me.”

I say media literacy because you clearly don’t understand Russell’s main message.

Yes, Rose wanted to travel. She didn’t have money to do so which is a fair point. However that ignores the fact that she knows Sarah Jane who connections to people that can help. She could’ve worked for UNIT and helped people while traveling, which is what Martha did. Jo Grant didn’t have money traveling with her activist friends and family but she figured things out.

And if you can’t really pull out a screenshot, then you expect that I’m gonna have to take your word for and you’ve already proven that you don’t want to listen to anything that contradicts you. You kinda keep contradicting yourself. Look I’ll admit about what I’m wrong and I have happily admitted that you were writing quite few good points that forced me to reevaluate my points. The reason why I nitpick is because of the fact that that’s what you do when you’re criticizing a character you kind of nitpick at them. I’ve been pointed on characters that I like that have made mistakes. I’ve made allowances for Rose and have stated as such, but that’s not enough for you. For some reason you want to insult me and insinuate my political background and basically want to paint me as the bad guy because I don’t agree with you on something. 

Again to all you Rose lovers, you can still like the character. You can even say that my take is a bad take. It’s not going to hurt my feelings. But I do not like people throwing out ableist insults, or insults in general. It’s OK to like a flawed character that wasn’t written well. I like Amy and I will happily admit they were parts of her character development that were handled poorly or even River who I like. But I don’t insult people. I don’t see a point in doing that.

Doctor Who | 4.12 The Stolen Earth

[allisonlol]

Hello there im not sure if you're still accepting requests but I was wondering if I could please have a fluff headcanon for Draken, Mikey,Baji giving their crush a piggy back ride? Thank you and have a great day 💖

a/n: of course, this is adorable <3

Draken

on this day in particular, you and draken met up after school so he could walk u home like he always does <3

except today you were more exhausted from school than usual

you tugged on draken's sleeve to get his attention and ask if he could carry you on his back

he just looks at you like 🤨??

plays it off like he doesn't want to (so you can't tell how badly he actually does want to)

you'd have to pester him and ask a million times LMAO

he says shit like "your legs work perfectly fine, so use them" but secretly was hoping you'd ask

eventually gives in and crouches down so u can jump up onto his back

you wrap your legs around his waist and rest your head on his shoulder

he prays that you can't hear how fast his heart is beating lmao

draken is a strong boy™️ so u don't have to worry about being dropped

you take this as an opportunity to tease him about his height too 😋

"damn...the view is nice from up here-"

looks back at you like “...😐” and threatens to drop you

doesn't mess around tho and gets you from Point A to Point B pretty quickly

...albeit a little slower than usual bc he's trying to enjoy the moment

draken will never admit it, but he loved having you that close to him and is secretly hoping you'll make a habit out of it

Mikey

i've mentioned this somewhere before but, i hc that mikey always randomly asks for you to ride on his back for literally no reason 😭

this evening, the two of you were walking to a restaurant together when, out of nowhere, mikey demands that you get on his back so he can carry you

you try to decline at first, but he's giving you sad puppy eyes and u can't say no 🤕

hesitantly you climb onto his back after he slightly crouches down for u

at first it's going well: mikey reassures you that he won't let you fall and proceeds to walk down the sidewalk in the direction of the restaurant

you offhandedly mention that you've gotten a bit cold from the temperature drop, and obviously mikey can't let that happen

so beyond this point, it's chaos 😟

STARTS FULL ON SPRINTING DOWN THE SIDEWALK

you cling onto his shoulders, yelling for him to "WAIT WAIT WAIT-"

which he doesn't do lol

you bury your face into his neck and just keep holding on for dear life

mikey feels his breath catch in his throat at this and that's finally when he slows back down to a walk

you've reached the outside of the restaurant by now...along with the stares of the other people on the sidewalk

your hair is tousled from the wind and u frantically try to fix it, feeling your face becoming flushed

"here, allow me." mikey gently brushes the hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear, quickly locking eyes with you

you look at each other in silence for a few seconds, before bursting out in laughter at what happened 💀

Baji

lmao he's the one asking YOU to carry him

falls on u like a dead weight, expecting you to catch him??

except he's pretty heavy and practically crushes you which makes it impossible

gets all "tired" after school and starts complaining about how he doesn't wanna walk home

he's just using that as an excuse to lean on you / rest his head on ur shoulder tho

on this day in particular, YOU were the tired one and decided to take a chance and ask him to carry you home

like draken, baji pretends to be all bothered but on the inside is ecstatic 🙄

lets you hop on his back and starts walking as your wrap your arms around his neck

would tease you a bit at first, like pretending he's gonna drop you or swing you into a wall 🤕

pls u can't tell if he's being serious or not so you tighten your arms around his neck until he's practically being strangled

"y/n, you trying to kill me or something??"

he's being lighthearted and you smack his shoulder, saying it's his fault in the first place

a yawn interrupts your sentence and baji just smiles to himself at how tired you are

stops teasing you now and maintains a regular walking pace

resting your head on his shoulder, it's not long until you close your eyes and begin to drift off

baji keeps walking but glances back at your cute sleeping face every now and then

almost walks into a telephone pole because he was so distracted 🧍🏻‍♀️

plot twist…he ended up taking you to HIS house instead of yours

[hanazuma-inactive]

ifhy. (nsfw) dabi x bottom!male reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: hate sex, a lot of cursing, a little bit of degrading, fucking on a counter (?) idk if that counts, and implied violence a little

a/n: sorry this took a while to write i was passed out for the past two days 😀👍

_____

ever since you entered the league of villains you've hated everything about the man. the cockiness, the way he talked, even the way he smiled, though he barely did. you wanted to prove you were better than him. due to the fact that he had a flashier quirk than you, he received more attention from tomura than you did.

everything about dabi pissed you off.

you weren't very subtle about it either, you made sure that dabi knew you didn't like him. In fact everyone in the league knew you hated his guts and they didn't want to get in the way of you two either, just so they don't get hit by the crossfire.

you challenged him one time during another one of shigaraki's meetings because he was taunting your abilities in the mission tomura assigned you to. the fight was pretty bad and thankfully kurogiri was there to stop you guys or else the hideout would've been burned to crisps in the matter of seconds.

believe it or not, there was actually one thing you hated more than dabi. it was how much you wanted to fuck the man. everytime you were with dabi, you were practically undressing him with your eyes. his tall and lean body, those ocean eyes you could melt in and the fact that you could see his pecs slightly due to his clothing.

you didn't want to admit it but you couldn't deny your own desires. not saying you would volunteeringly ask him to fuck you but if the oppurtunity came up you wouldn't say no either. there were times you touched yourself thinking about the black haired male deep inside you stuffing you full of his cum. he turned you on so much and you couldn't deny it.

it was another day were shigaraki excluded you from a mission. you didn't mind too much this time since you didn't want to go anyways. shigaraki and your ideals weren't similar but he recognized your strength and you recognized his authority.

you were resting at the bar table in the hideout and fixing yourself a drink. you knew kurogiri had to have some good booze hidden here somewhere. while ruffling under the counters you heard slow footsteps coming down the stairs. the person you wanted to see the least appeared in front of you.

"what are you doing back here, aren't you supposed to be with them?" you said in a cold tone.

"they don't need me anymore, they've got it handled. shigaraki's plan also failed once."

"wouldn't be surprised."

"fuck is that suppose to mean."

"i said what i said , burnt face."

you felt the atmosphere in the room tense up and so did dabi. you both stayed silent for a few seconds until he spoke again.

"real rich coming from someone who's been eye-fucking me ever since we entered the league together."

you were startled by his response. did you make it that obvious? you stopped looking for the alcohol and stood up.

"so what if i did, huh? i still fucking hate you, i don't know who in the right mine would want your cocky ass here but i guess some people just don't see how much of a piece shit you can be."

you could feel it in your bones a fight was about to go down. dabi wasn't the type to stay silent after you insult him. well, if he does try something you were ready to face him. backing off from something like this wasn't your style.

dabi walked closer to you and put his hand on the counter.

"i always thought you had a pretty face, what a shame it came with a shit personality." dabi said while cupping your cheek with his hand.

his touch felt so right against your skin. the male's hands weren't cold but it wasn't exactly warm either. you didn't know why it felt good but you didn't care either.

"don't fucking touch me, bastard." you said while slapping away dabi's hand.

you wanted dabi to touch you but you didn't want to admit it infront of him. in fact, he was getting too close to you for comfort and the tense atmosphere with just the two of you, him pushing you against the wall. even a nomu would know what he's trying to do.

“oh please, we all know you want it you fucking slut... you want me to fuck your brains out right on this counter, don’t lie to yourself.”

“don’t be so full of yourself, who do you think you are? just because i like your body doesn’t mean i like you.”

dabi turned around and started to walk away realizing you were being serious about this.

“then again, i'm not saying no. so if you want to prove me wrong, come and show me.” you said

dabi understood what you meant, he turned around and grabbed you by the waist pulling you in for a sloppy kiss.

you've never felt your heart beat so fast in your life before. you hands on his shoulders pulling him closer towards you. both of you struggled to take control of the kiss but dabi ended up winning this time.

after a few minutes the kiss broke and you wiped your mouth with your left arm.

"is that all you got bitch boy? c'mon there's no way you're this weak right?" you taunted

"you haven't seen nothing yet, you fucking squirt."

dabi said as he unbuckled his belt. you could see the thick outline of his cock under his boxers. it was so much bigger than you could’ve ever imagined all those times by yourself. dabi soon took off his boxers to show you the real deal. his cock was still half erect but it already looked too big to fit into your hole.

“you like it?” dabi asked with a smirk on his face

“tch, i’ve seen better.”

“oh? is that so.”

right after he said that, dabi grabbed your head and shoved it onto his dick, making you take his cock by all its length right away. you attempted to push yourself away but dabi’s hands were on your head the whole time. Soon enough you submitted to dabi and adjusted to his rhythm. after a while dabi finally let go of your head and pulled out his cock, this time fully erect. you couldn’t tell the exact size but it was practically double the size of what it was initially. during this entire time, you had an erection in your pants too. you were begging for a release preferably through dabi’s cock.

“c’mon sweet heart, we all know what you want. now show me that fucking ass and get on the counter.”

you stayed silent for a bit thinking whether or not to pass up this opportunity or take it. the decision was still in your hands because although dabi might be a villain he would never do something like this if he didn’t get their consent first. after considering, you realized this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity and agreed. you slid the bottom half of your clothing off and sat on the counter. you didn’t expect dabi for the type to ever get flustered but he did. when his eyes locked onto your ass and thighs his eyes widened just like when you saw his cock.

“bet you never had something like this huh~” you teased.

and just like your response earlier, dabi scoffed and said

“i’ve seen better.”

you were both impatient for what’s about to happen next. one person to be stuffed and the other to do the stuffing. dabi’s precum was the most lubricant he was ever going to use on you so without prepping he pushed his cock inside you. right away you felt a bit of pain under there but it quickly turned into pleasure after dabi moved around the area a bit more.

“f-fuck bitch… you’re tight huh…”

“nngh... tch, i told you AH-.”

“this is the good spot isn’t it~” dabi said as he pushed his dick further into you.

you moaned in pleasure as a response with grunts in between. you were feeling euphoric, this was the situation you’ve imagined so many times and now it’s finally coming true. you looked down at your own dick to see the tip of it leaking pre-cum. you couldn’t deny how good you felt at this point even if you wanted to.

“fucking hell… you fuck pretty good for some a-ah! who talks like a bitch.” you managed to make out.

“don’t talk with you ass full, slut.” dabi said as he yet again thrusted into you this time with even more force.

“and you wanted to deny it, look how good im making you feel. you’re gonna cum just from me fucking you in the ass.”

“you’re one to talk, i can feel all of your pre inside. i know you’re feeling just as good as i am don’t lie to me.”

you two gave each other a smirk as if this was some kind of competition of who can make the other person feel better. well it is, but in an aggressive way.

as both of you were getting close the moans and grunts started to become more frequent.

"hgh! im fucking cumming." dabi grunted out

"a-ah fuck! me too." you replied

the two of you came at the same time. pants filled the room with dabi still inside you.

"heh… not bad y/n."

"that's the first time you said my name, dabi."

"the same goes for you."

"i still fucking hate you by the way."

"the same goes for you."