#because good god damn if i saw that on tv with my own eyes?

[rishiimaa]

HI HI! I was the person who requested the “jjk with a child who’s tooth was growing or lost a tooth” which was 😮‍💨🤌. Then I had another thought where jjk characters child/children first start crawling/walking 🤔(I’m having a baby fever rn) please lmk if these requests are bothering you 😭😭

Nope! Requests’ll never bother me, and if they do, it’s not your fault, I’d just turn the requests off, so please, do more requests! I love it when people give me attention anyways!

Anywho… onto the fanfic!

Fluff

Yuji, Megumi, Gojo, Geto

Yuji

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Yuji would be the reason your son walk, he’d be watching football and cheering on, and he’d feel a bump on his leg, only to find out his son was standing!

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“Wh— God damn it! How do you fucking fumble that?!” Yuji yelled at the top of his lungs, earning a glare at you from the kitchen.

“Watch your mouth in front of C/N and stop yelling, I don’t want his first words to be that.” you narrowed your eyes at Yuji, easily making him shrink in size as he scratches his neck.

“Sorry, babe, it’s just I can’t understand why my team is fumbling so many balls! Especially the easier ones…I could totally catch that…”

You roll your eyes before getting back to your cooking, and you let out a breathy laugh, it was absolutely impossible to stay mad at Yuji, he’s just too sweet for his own good…so sweet that you even feel bad for scolding him.

Yuji laid back onto the couch in a pout, this game was totally scripted…all these years of rooting this stupid team just to lose again…so annoying.

While Yuji was having his temper tantrum, C/N, required his father’s attention, he tried reaching for him, throwing toys, making random babble noises, and even throwing toys at him! (Which never really makes it that far…But it’s worth a try!)

But nothing gained Yuji’s attention, his focus was on the game and only the game, which made C/N mad.

Suddenly…C/N made an attempt to stand by himself, by placing his feet on the floor and allowing to push himself up, just like his daddy does!

C/N began to finally wobble towards Yuji, slowly, but surely, C/N made it to Yuji’s leg, and began to punch it softly, this caught his attention, so when he looks down to his knees, he saw a very close standing wide-eyed C/N.

The silence grew…and both stared at eachother for a while, before Yuji finally realized what was going on.

“HOLY SHIT—!”

“Yuji!”

Megumi

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When C/N finally learns how to crawl, it took everything in Megumi not to cry, because if he did, he’d never hear the end of it from you…of course he ends up crying anyway…

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It was a normal day with the family, since it was the weekend, everyone was off work…So the Fushiguro family was stuck at home, Megumi was reading a book, you were watching TV (and a bit of baby clothes shopping), and little C/N was just laying on her belly on a blanket on the floor full of toys.

You continued to show Megumi the baby clothes you “scrolled” upon, but Megumi could never be irritated, he loved to hear you talk.

“Megumi! Look! This one has cute little sheep on it! You can also match with her—“

“Pass.”

Megumi groans, avoiding eye contact, you seethed at him with the sudden interruption.

“Pardon me? What gives you the right to say no to me? I pushed out C/N for two hours straight, and you can even match with her?”

Megumi groaned once again before pulling you on top his lap and giving you a light peck on your cheek.

“I meant with the sheep one, do the wolf one, that one’s cooler.” Megumi points at the screen, you let out a snort.

“What—“

“You’re so cute Megs, who knew i’d be married and have a baby with the cutest man in the world.”

“Could you not call me cute? That’s embarrassing…”

While you and Megumi were gushing, the ball that C/N was playing with rolled away, she tried to reach for it instead.

She made a sound, to alert her parents, but to no avail, no one responded. She pouted before lifting herself off the ground and deciding to crawl by herself to get the ball.

“Megumi, where’s C/N?”

Megumi looked over at the empty pile of blankets, both of you quickly went to your feet, but as you both stood up, you see a little C/N reaching for a small red ball.

You squealed with joy and you ran to your daughter and picked her up, simply out of pure excitement, you didn’t even let her finish crawling, but Megumi simply just stood there in silence.

then suddenly…you hear sniffs over your squealing, you look over at Megumi, covering his face, as the room fell silent.

“Megumi…Megumi are you crying over—“

“Shut up…”

Megumi said, wiping his tears but of course, knowing you, you didn’t shut up.

“Aww!! Look C/N, see how much your papa loves you? All those times he’s been mean doesn’t mean anything after all!” You tightly hug C/N, before she asks to be put down.

You put her down, when you do, C/B begins to crawl to her Papa, making happy baby noises as she reaches for Megumi for carrying. This definitely snaps Megumi as he lifts her up, hugging C/N once again with small sniffles sounding off…except this time it’s a bit louder…

You snap a picture, once again.

“I am definitely hanging this up.”

Gojo

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It takes Gojo so many attempts to get C/N to walk, and when she does…Hysterical, absolutely an abomination of tears and a camera roll full of pictures that he puts in his wallet.

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“Come on sweet pea…! I know you can do it! Walk to daddy, I got you!” Gojo said in a whiney tone, reaching out for his daughter, only for her to crawl to him and give him a sweet hug.

“It’s adorable that you did this, but I’d rather you’d walk…”

Gojo said sadly as C/N blew bubbles. He sighs of defeat before grabbing the remote and deciding to put it on spongebob, during that time it was C/N’s favorite show.

“Satoru, you know C/N’s not gonna walk when you ask her to, it’s gonna have to come natural.” You sigh, sitting on the couch after getting out the shower.

“I told you to let me get in the shower first! You take all the hot water!”

“Hm…well guess what, I’m a full grown woman! Should’ve been mature and went in yourself!”

Gojo pouts, before continuing to fidget with the spongebob plushy that C/N loves so much.

It makes sense that C/N would love spongebob, who wouldn’t, first of all, and second, her dad is Satoru Gojo, maybe it’s just genetic…

“Ugh…I can’t understand why you like this episode C/N, this one sucked.”

Gojo said, as if C/N could understand.

She acts like she does, because she looks at her dad and tilted her head, Gojo simply just looked at her with a pouty expression.

C/N furrowed her eyebrows, she took the insinuation that her dad was sad! And she couldn’t have that.

And so when Gojo wasn’t looking, she took the chance to walkover to him to comfort, with a little bit of struggling, she finally began to walk to her dad, you noticed this and pointed it out right away.

“Toru, Toru! Look! C/N in walking!” you pointed at C/N, but you always pull pranks on Gojo like this, so he simply tirelessly looked at her, not believing you at first

“Ohh yeah…and I’m the weakest man on—“ Gojo stops mid-sentence when he sees C/N slowly waddling towards him, in an instant, Gojo opens his arms so C/N could fall in them, she then places her chubby hand on Gojo’s cheek, and made a blabble that sounded like ‘there, there.’

You counted down from thee till the waterworks come…

Three

Two

one..

Sniff

hell yeah! right on queue!

i “You’re so adorable, C/N, I love you so much, never grow up and stay this age forever…” Gojo tightly holds C/N before he whips out his phone and takes a picture of his now standing daughter and a tearful Gojo.

Y/N thinks that those tears will never stop.

Geto

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Geto was obviously the calmest out of everyone in this list, but this time, you were the reason the twins walked, they were going through that phase when they only wanted their mother.

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Geto was currently giving both the twins a bath, he was struggling, as G/C/N was squirming around and is avoiding getting scrubbed, but of course B/C/N was being compliant.

“G/C/N…please…at least let me clean your butt, you literally just took a shit.” Geto sighed of defeat, you walked to the bathroom with a basket full of laundry.

“Any luck, Sugu?” You said, half-joking, Geto just shook his head and sighed

“G/C/N is refusing to take a wash…the most she’s done was get in the water” Geto almost lets out a whine. Before you let out a chuckle.

“It’s okay, Sugu, G/C/N is just stubborn like that, I’ll put your clothes in the washer, ‘kay?”

Geto gave a sound of approval, before trying again with G/C/N, she dodges the wash cloth once again while B/C/N was playing with a toy boat.

B/CN accidentally threw the toy out of the bath (don’t ask how), causing him to whine, Geto sighs, getting up to go and get the boat.

G/C/N took this opportunity to make a run for it after seeing her mom walk by, she crawled out of the tub, and stood on her feet, her naked body standing proudly, B/C/N said a “woah” noise, following his sister, just a bit more clumsily.

As if it wasn’t their first time walking, they both dashed out of the bathroom, following their mother.

“What the hell—? Y/N! Catch the twins! They’re making a run for it!”

Geto said in a panic, it would be easy to catch up to them, but they were small, so it was hard to grab them.

“Making a run for it—on my goddd!!” You said in a panic, running over at the door of the laundry the laundry room as both naked twins jumped on their mother laughing out loud, Geto sighed a breath of relief when he finally makes it to the twins, he couldn’t chose between being happy that they finally walked, or he should be pissed that not only did they wet the carpets, but they ran around the house naked.

“Well…who knew this’ll be their first walk…”

Geto ran his hand through his soft locks, sighing as he bent down to their level.

“Sugu, it seems they won’t take one unless I’m there, how about we all just take a bath together?”

[emilybahu]

My Thoughts While Watching 8x01 of 9-1-1:

(Literally no one asked for this and it’s so late, but whatever… I had fun spending an hour and a half watching a 43 minute tv show episode to share my thoughts 🤷‍♀️)

1. Oh this poor man just bought his new plane then he gets caught in a beenado… what did he do to deserve that?

2. Oh crap oh crap! He about to crash!!

3. God damn Gerrard… I hate him with every fiber of my being😠

4. EDDIE I love you, I love you, I love you! But now that Gerrard said he likes the mustache it’s gotta go…

5. BUCK’S CRULS ARE FREE!!! Omg I just love him so much he’s so pretty!

6. Also, Gerrard 🙄🙄🙄

7. 3 MONTHS AGO! Not much of a time jump my ass! LIARS!

8. Who are you Gerrard? Donald Trump? Building a fence (wall)…

9. ATHENA! Hey queen! Oh wait, they making you transport the man who killed your fiancé… yikes 😬

10. He requested her!?

11. Buck… BUCK! What are you doing!? Get away from the ledge!

12. “Don’t jump!” “Why not?” 😀 Buck you know perfectly well why we don’t want you to jump, and it has nothing to do with the quote below.

13. “Gerrard would just make us clean you up off the sidewalk.” This line is hilarious and so not hilarious at the same time!

14. My poor baby boy! Buck come here let me give you a hug!

15. Chimney making fun of Eddie’s mustache 😂

16. Bobby the technical advisor 🤭

17. It’s so funny that there’s a show within the show!

18. Poor Bobby, like it is partially his fault that he’s not at the 118 right now, but you can tell he misses his team 🥺

19. Oh this kid, I love her already! And fair question Mom, what exactly does she mean by “hooking up”?

20. OH NO THE BEEEESSSS!!!

21. Yesss Buck and his fun facts! I love it!

22. Ugh 😑 Gerrard, that’s rude, our favs at the 118 are beautiful! You’re just salty because you’re old and ugly and no one likes you.

23. I’m sorry like half of this is gonna be me complaining about Gerrard… he’s so rude though! How dare he yell at Josh like that, for something he can’t control.

24. No, no, no! The bees got in!

25. No, no, nope! ABSOLUTELY NOT! The bees fucking went down the second driver’s throat!? I’d be outta there in a second!

26. Why did you smack the bee!? Aahhhhhh no!

27. Thank god the girl is okay! Oh damn, of course the mom gets stung too!

28. “Why do I taste honey?” SIR?!

29. Oh god no!

30. This poor kid, this has got to be so incredibly traumatic, she had to give her own mother an EpiPen.

31. God I’m sorry, I just love Buck so much! That little smile when the bee landed on his finger! ☺️

32. Good lord here I go again… what the hell Gerrard! Buck saved the patients and you’re reprimanding him!

33. “It’s a beenado” 🐝🌪️

34. Bobby and Athena house hunting! I love them!

35. Here goes Athena breaking my heart…💔

36. Eeeeeee! Family dinner! I love this so much!

37. Mara calls them Mom and Momma! It’s too cute! And Jee omg I can’t even with her! She’s precious!

38. Awwww Chimney bonding with Mara over Harry Potter! I love that for them!

39. Yes Denny, their boss is a jerk, you are very correct!

40. Eeeeeeee! Tommy! I didn’t think we’d see you in episode one!! Yay!!!

41. Literally I got so excited when I saw the cupcakes and the sign, I thought Chris might be coming back… oh how I was wrong.

42. Oh my boys! I love them so much! I NEED to see more of Buck, Eddie, and Tommy together!

43. I may or may not have actually screamed… Buck and Tommy flirting! They are so adorable together I can’t handle this!

44. Oh Eddie, bless his heart! So excited to talk to Chris and wish him a happy birthday. Meanwhile his son still can’t look at him, even though a computer screen. 😢

45. He made such an effort, just for the screen to freeze and for Chris to leave him hanging. You can see the man’s heart breaking behind his eyes. My heart broke too, but I understand the kid needing time.

46. But seriously seeing Eddie’s lip quiver like that when his mom mentions putting in a pool… PLEASE CHRIS COME BACK TO US! We can’t handle seeing your dad this heartbroken! 💔

47. This woman be here having a midlife crisis, making her own fragrance, only for the bees to crash her party.

48. “Tomorrow is going to be flawless” cue the giant swarm of killer bees just hanging out on top of the tent.

49. Oop her party is ruined…

50. Oh not Buck volunteering Eddie ass the bee bait! 😂

51. “But why me?” “Because you’re the fastest runner!” Stop it now I’m cackling! 🤣

52. The close up of Eddie’s face has me wheezing! 🤣🤣 Oooo he runnin’!!

53. Oh that close up bee cgi is sooo bad it’s hilarious! 🤣

54. Yeah sure, duct tape fixes everything, but why is it in the medical bag!?

55. “I’ve been shot before, I’m pretty sure I can handle this.” It’s funny because the beekeeper was talking to the bees not Eddie! 🤣 (sorry for the excessive use of the laughing emojis I can’t help it)

56. Come on man, Buck is like a little puppy, you gotta give him some praise!

57. And we have Buck with the episode title drop!

58. Noooo Athena! 😢 Come on let me give you a hug! 🫂 So much ✨Trauma✨

59. Ooo this is a fishy situation…but Athena knows what’s up.

60. NO ONE and I mean no one messes with Athena Grant! She knows her shit!

61. She straight up locked this man in a trunk of a car in the middle of the desert! My dude, what!?

62. “Get yourself back to LA in one piece.” Little did she know what was going to happen next…

63. Not the actor being star struck by Bobby, I love that!

64. “I’m gonna study you tip to tail” 🤣

65. Good god Gerrard you got everyone watching Buck like a hawk to make sure he doesn’t deck you.

66. Eddie walking behind Gerrard signing to Buck to cut it out… he tried to help

67. “Broody little pout” 🤣✨

68. Do WE need to remind YOU Gerrard who’s the TRUE captain of this firehouse… news flash it’s NOT YOU!

69. Eddie in the background, we all know he’s got Buck’s back

70. Eeww I just paused on the close up of Gerrard’s mouth… gross. Also, have I mentioned that I HATE this man.

71. Oh my good god! Buck’s eyes are fucking beautiful!

72. Woah, oh wow, that was crazy dude! I seriously can’t tell if Buck snapped and tackled him to the ground, or if he did it to save him.

73. OH CRAP! OF FUCKING COURSE ATHENA WAS ON THE PLANE FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE!

[k1ngl30n]

Hannibal is a perfect example of a traditional morality play.

Ok -- why's this? I am SO happy that you asked! (Please this has been in my head for far too long)

Here are the traditional elements of a morality play:

A Good character that leads the main cast/character into redemption

A selection of Bad characters that often represent the Seven Deadly Sins

Dramatic entrances and exits

A mistaken identity

An illogical ending

One main storyline with crises along the way.

Sound familiar? This is because every one of these elements are also present in Hit TV Show NBC's Hannibal! The fascinating bit is what the Good character's morality is centred on -- which, obviously, is killing and eating people. Below the cut are some further explanations if you can be bothered to read more lol

The Good character: Hannibal Lecter himself, leading Will into his idea of 'redemption' (seeing Will as his own personal god/angel links into this beautifully. I bet Bryan was patting himself on the back after he wrote all of this)

Selection of Bad characters that represent the SDSs: Jack for Pride; Margot for Lust (poor woman); Frederick for Envy; Chiyoh for Wrath; Pazzi for Greed; Mason for Gluttony; can't exactly think of another person for Sloth but there's probably one somewhere. 'Bad' in this instance means detrimental to the main storyline, which is Will's Becoming.

Dramatic entrances and exits: they're everywhere. People flounce out of everywhere all the time in the show -- my personal favourite is when Will enters the lab, says two lines, and turns his ass back around and leaves.

A mistaken identity: there's so many! Gideon as the Chesapeake Ripper, Will as the Chesapeake Ripper, and, of course, Hannibal as a good guy.

An illogical ending: come on, guys. They fall off of the edge of a giant cliff and probably started walking away to Bedelia's the day after. Mizumono is also an example of this; any person that just saw their adoptive daughter get slaughtered in front of their very eyes would most probably develop a whole sleuth of mental issues. Will? Nah, he's just the same as he's ever been; he's just like that with all them damn ghosts in his head

One major storyline: the goal of the show never changes, and that's to facilitate Will's Becoming. While he goes through a lot of shit in order to get to it, he still manages to Become in a way that Hannibal would find acceptable... possibly. SS3 cut Will off at a point where he would kill, but not will kill.

Anyways thanks for listening to my TED talk. I hope we meet again soon lol

[lachelledavies-winchester]

The hunter was impetuous and fiery, indulging in the fiercest lust, she went from moments of authority to docility, holding and then yielding control. He carried her to the couch, making her lean with her elbows against the backrest. He caressed her round ass before slapping it, returning to caress it with both hands, raising one buttock with his left to spread them apart and slapping her right again, then one, two, three more slaps until the first signs of redness began to appear. The woman moaned without restraint by now and began to massage her clitoris as she clearly felt the tip of the penis rubbing against the entrance of her vagina, then with a resounding moan enter and begin to thrust first slowly, then harder and more directly into the places that made her enjoy it most.

Lachelle looked up and saw that mass of muscle and smooth skin encircling and possessing her own body with its powerful arms, those calloused hands encircling her breasts and bouncing them, then cupping them to use as a handhold as she began to thrust her pelvis faster as her face displayed every facet of lust possible. She rested her gaze on his damned eyes and he did the same with his much-wanted ones, and there was an intense exchange of glances through the mirror, followed immediately by a hot spark that went straight to the core of pleasure. The man felt her tighten around him as she struggled to keep her eyes open and continue to hold his perverted gaze with confidence but could not hold back grimaces and moans of appreciation. He continued to pump, alternating the rhythm so as not to lose eye contact. 

" Do you like watching you take me so well? You're a sight, baby. Take it all, like that, good girl. " he praised her in a hoarse voice, and she let out more moans of pleasure.

He pulled himself up with his torso by standing straighter, pushed her over his shoulder with one hand to get her to bend more and reach deeper, then gathered her hair with two hands, pulling it back a little so she could look in the mirror again and admire her scarlet cheeks and boobs that rocked with each thrust. 

" You are so good, you take everything daddy gives you. "

Lachelle rested a hand on his thigh and moved her pelvis with him to help him find a rhythm that suited them both. When she felt him come less in his legs she helped herself with her hand to reach him and, to her surprise, his also came to the rescue until her legs trembled too from the pleasure flooding her.

" Oh my God it's four o'clock, what happened? " the woman asked when they had recovered, still lying on the small sofa in the corner of the messy room.

" Only one thing I'm sure of: it was great. " he answered her by putting his hand on her thigh. " You can't deny it. "

" I don't deny that. I just shouldn't have... Bobby cares about you and ... " she began and then sighed.

He watched her tie her hair and put her blouse back on, closing the middle buttons. 

" It all stays between us, you have my word. " he reassured her. " Also because tonight you brought out the worst in me or a part very ehmmm... " he added, smiling at her and moving her tail over her other shoulder to look at her better.

" It's just sex, I would never have allowed you to call me baby in any other context. " she said looking at him first serious and then smiling, and he returned the complicit look; they could understand each other well without speaking.

" Then I'll save it for next time. "

" There will be no next time. "

"I say yes."

" You say a lot of crap. "

For the whole chapter here:

[boyscoutgirl]

I don't know what God others hear, but the only voice I hear is the false God!! I'm guessing an electronic God! Well damn that fucker! I will not pray when that is the God I hear! And I have never heard their Santa Claus God talk back to me even before this anomalous bullshit! Who do I pray to? No one :) I don't believe in worshipping anyone. I have when forced only. If you were who did that and you were our Creator, damn you. Technocrats controlling everything, me especially, their little toy soldier, toy sword. Damn my creators!!! The I'm guessing humans? the technocrats, who gave me the injection in Gresham OR in a grassy field near 182nd and Powell past the walking bridge past Walmart where i had been driven to by the Cacophony of Voices... (After the smart TV psychologically tortured me and the "gang stalking" and the torture tones that conditioned me to flex my third eye and my brain directionally to deflect the greater part of the painfulness of the tones and finally this the Cacophony of Voices...) which had me convinced that I had killed my friends giving me false visions of their corpses they told me I had killed them by casting flame and stabbing and I was glad to be executed; I knelt there smiling in that grassy field, waiting for my head to be cut off; I heard footsteps and he grabbed my hand. I opened my eyes and he was an average looking plain faced very young black soldier I suppose? in a strangely anonymous grey soldier uniform; kevlar, helmet and all; he grabbed my left hand and injected into the top of it with an inoculation gun; living trails of I don't know micromachines? left the injection site under my skin, and I felt them crawl into my hands and feet, and the back of my skull. He. The soldier closed my eyes with his two fingers.

I'm a machine human hybrid. I witnessed as my eyes.. my gaze? injured at least five people which I think is wild especially because I think it happened more times than that all within a month or so... My eyes involuntarily locked onto five older men's hearts, and they clenched at their chests in pain. In Fall of 2018. I'm sure it happened AT LEAST one more time (one more time in a way that was immediately visible; my glasses seem to block the more immediately apparent part of my eye beams?) a few months ago.

I saw before that in the Summer right after the injection as people winked into little glowing motes of light and disappeared, right as they entered my vision. Dozens of them. Dozens of people. There had to be witnesses.

I suspect I made at least eight cops disappear into nothingness on purpose as I "flashed" my eyes at their cars. Their blood is nowhere to be found. I thought the last battle was about to happen from the controlled narrative of what I was experiencing, for what it's worth, and the cops in this simplified narrative were Nazis. Kinda like, cops, are Nazis. People with loyalty to cops, post Thin Blue Line and Blue Lives Matter which formed as police dick sucking clubs in response to black people oh no, demanding that police not kill them? are Nazis. Oh well, at least I didn't kill people; lmao. (The joke is police aren't people.)

There's two sides in this war: the Nazis and everyone else. I hope there's good people among the technocrats because they flip flopped my personality twice a day for months just to show me they could.

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I feel obligated to move out to the woods given my abilities that I don't yet have the senses or discipline to control. I'm a dysfunctional addict with anomalous abilities a wannabe warrior justifying in madness what I this experiment gone wrong that I am has done... Everyone I know wants me to play pretend living in normal world which is selfish as hell given that my abilities in the meantime are probably hurting people even if it's not immediately visible; hell if I know.

I live in the middle of a downtown big city neighborhood and I'm a weapon without control over its own trigger. I'm extremely immature like a social reject 12 year old boy in a weird woman's body, dealing with anomalous abilities that everyone wants me to pretend aren't real and I haven't found the strength to leave them all to leave them all in peace where they don't have to worry about losing chunks of their lifespans to my eye beams over the years I know them or if unlucky in one particularly strong burst of energy from my eyes. This dude like ow ow what the fuck ow looking at me thinking he'd been shot nope it was a warning for me always punishing the normal humans for my mistakes nowadays the Nazi technocratic fucks who made me. As for me they just fuck with my emotions; I'm just Pavlov's dog trying not to be trying not to be led around by false pleasure chemicals being released into my blood by the micromachines trying not to become false broadcasted words sentences blended into and through my own thoughts; damn bastards. Now I'm a wannabe serial killer for good for what else can a weapon like me do?? But for now this moment this week this year I am a defective dysfunctional half human who can't do much at all no discipline no willpower just nicotine and meth and weed and trying to live in Normal World with my friends so selfishly. I know the anomalous shit is real. Do I shut out my friends and hide in my room, go live in the woods alone yeah right?

Wish I could go live with a teacher or something in the woods. Of psychokinetics or energy manipulation or fuck, soldiering. All my friends want me to live in normal world; I say again that is incredibly selfish of me to go along with. I don't want to hurt anyone else who doesn't need to be hurt in absolute desperate last option kind of way. The one time I ever got assaulted physically I wouldn't even hurt the person; neither stab nor punch though I could have. And yet it was so easy to disintegrate those cops. I really did think it was the last battle at the time.

[thisselflovecamebacktome]

So I’m stealing this from @tayloralisonswift and you should definitely check out their version, but I’m going to listen to and rank all of Taylor’s songs album by album (and then maybe her non album songs at the end). You can also see my debut rankings and what I’ve changed here + my Fearless, Speak Now, RED, 1989, Reputation, Lover, Folklore, Evermore, Midnights and TTPD:TA rankings here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here and here.

So with that in mind, it’s time for the non album songs. I will note that I've limited down to songs I feel Taylor is more than I backup singer for/has at least one actual verse for + is not a cover (sorry Macavity + Santa Baby, you are loved by me though) and tbh I'm a CD listener so there's probably ones I've forgotten about. Also a content warning about sexual violence - it's only a mention, but still read at your own discretion. After this I'm going to make one final post with all the scores and then we'll be done.

Christmases When You Were Mine: Still my favourite Christmas song she's done by far. Like I am not usually a Christmas music person, but this (and Last Christmas by Wham) are my exceptions. I love it dearly. 9.5/10.

Christmas Must Be Something More: I'm sorry even as a Christian kid, I was not into this song. I do find it interesting in the theme of Taylor talking about religion and how that changed over the years, but yeah apart from that, I'm not a fan. 3/10.

Christmas Tree Farm: So admittedly I like the old timey version of this over the original, but in general it's pretty meh. Like it's cute and definitely her most Christmas sounding song, but again, I don't like Christmas music lmao. 4/10.

Only The Young: Listen I appreciate the sentiment and time frame when Taylor (outwardly/publicly) did more than just endorsing for politics, but I have never liked this song. 3/10.

Beautiful Ghosts: I'm gonna be bold and call this Taylor's most underrated song ever. It's top 10 overall Taylor songs for me and I feel like so many people saw 'Cats' and didn't give it a chance. 10/10.

I Don't Wanna Live Forever: This song is so good. Like I had never even considered a Zayn/Taylor collab before this song, but it works so well. 9.5/10.

Crazier: I did not have pay TV growing up so unfortunately Hannah Montana means nothing to me and I've only very rarely heard this song before (because again, I am a CD listener). It reminds me of A Perfectly Good Heart in the way of I think if she rerecords it, it'll grow a lot for me because I do not like her vocals on it but for now it's grating, sorry. 3/10.

Renegade: Amazing. Nothing more to be said. 9/10.

The Alcott: One of my favourites. Still yearning for it to be mashed up with Labyrinth. 9/10.

Birch: I'm gonna be real, this song really shows me how important Taylor's songwriting to me because it just does not appeal to me despite their other collabs being loved by me. 4/10.

The Joker and The Queen: I am an Ed fan, but admittedly this song came out when I had fallen off (before coming back to him recently) so I don't listen to it much. But it is very cute and I will never complain about Ed/Taylor collaborations. 7/10.

Eyes Open: I know I should have put these next two on the RED rankings but tbh I forgot that she retroactively added them to RED TV lmao. Anyway I love this song. 8/10.

Safe And Sound: Still one of my favourite songs from her overall. 10/10.

Two Is Better Than One: Listen, in theory this should have been my favourite collab she's ever done. I loved boyslikegirls at the time and I loved her. And yet I really do not like this collab. It's a damn tragedy lmao. 3/10.

Highway Don't Care: Underrated. I need Keith Urban to get on that god damn Eras stage and do a mashup of this, We Were Happy and That's When lmao. 9/10.

Carolina: So controversy about this song/the movie it was in aside, this is one of those songs that just sound fake deep to me. Like one of those songs that people just chuck sentences together for to make it seem like it's saying something and is deep in its vagueness when really it's just vague and confusing (in this case obviously if you know Taylor's life it's less so but still). I also don't like the production and feel it should be darker/sadder. In saying this, the outro does speak to me as a sexual violence survivor. 4/10.

Three Sad Virgins: Obviously I cannot judge these last two songs on the same merits as the above songs because they're not meant to be serious songs. In saying that, this one is... fine I guess. Like she sounds good but content wise, I just would never go back to it. 5/10.

The Monologue Song: I have a lot of nostalgia for this song and feel it is very Kate Miller-Heidke like which is always a plus so it gets a solid 8/10.

Final score 118/180 - 65.6%

[winderlylandchime]

In case anybody was wondering how my week has been going, i am here to offer this inside look into my life. Literally a day after I sent the message where he mentioned Queer Eye, one of the guys from the group announced that he is leaving the show and he has been sad all week. He’s been watching the episodes of the show for the past 3 days because he is sad about him leaving since I guess it was one of his favorites. And i guess to honor(?) him for the fact that he is leaving the show, he decided to rearrange MY furniture in MY living room in the middle of the night. He couldn’t actually move anything big except this one like armchair type of thing I have that came with like a tiny foot rest, that I actually hate so i just use it as an extra seat. Anyway, he moved it to be on the opposite side of where it was before which okay, i guess. But the problem is that he decided to put the foot rest in front of the armchair which made it to be in front of the door that leads into the yard. Do you see where this is going? Because he somehow did not. He wakes up pretty early because of his meds and then usually he gets his coffee and goes outside to have his little alone time. Well on the way out everything went well and then I came downstairs, saw what he did and called him which lead to him being excited like a golden retriever to show me what he did and trying to run inside, FORGETTING that HE placed that damn foot rest almost directly in front of the door and he flew over it like he was in a cartoon. And it would’ve been hilarious if he didnt try to save himself by putting his arm up to catch himself which resulted in him breaking his wrist. So now he has a cast on for like 2 months. The only fun parts about it all were: when he fell, we didn’t immediately realize he broke it and all he did was yell out ‘fuck you netflix’ so loudly my neighbor heard him which is kinda funny in a way. And when we went to the ER, one of his old doctors was there, saw him and went 'What did you do now? Please tell me that show you’re watching didnt cause this’ And my brother went ‘Don’t bring Brian into this, it was a different gay show this time.‘ The doctor then made a joke that maybe he should start watching “straight tv” since he keeps ending up in the ER. And this dumbass forgot about his arm being broken and like slammed/clutched his chest to be dramatic and went ‘sounds borin- FUCKING HELL MOTHERFUCKER THAT HURT!’ This all happened in the waiting room btw and yes, everyone did stare at him. When we were leaving the doctor was telling me about his check up next week and then went ‘good luck with *waves his hand towards my brother talking to a random old lady behind me* all that, seems like you need it.’ My favorite part was when he said bye to my brother, he was giving him instructions and he goes ‘now when you get home, lay down on a couch and don’t move’ and my brother goes ‘for like a day or the weekend or how long?’ And the doctor goes ‘try forever. I have a feeling it’s the only way to keep you alive’ I’m glad other people are starting to see my pain. And just so you know: he is absolutely terrified (lol) to tell our mom. So he’s trying to come up with a plan on how to do it because they have a FaceTime scheduled for tomorrow where they both eat lunch and talk about random shit. Which includes QAF!!! They made a compromise: he can talk about the show but she puts 20 minutes on a timer and when it goes off, he has to immediately shut up about the show. And she actually pays attention and even asks questions! OH! And when we got home from the hospital, he had a package waiting for him that deserves its own separate message because i thought it was the coolest/cutest thing ever!

Oh my god. He broking his freaking wrist? I am dying. And over ANOTHER queer show? Admittedly, Bobby is the hardest working of the bunch. He literally does renovation on people's homes in the same time that Karamo takes them to play paintball and Antoni smashes an avocado on bread.

I almost wish you had footage of his fall. My spouse went ass over head over my SIL's dog two Christmases ago and their ring camera caught the entire thing. It is my favorite thing ever. (They are unharmed, both spouse and dog).

The doctor is OVER your brother (but I think also entertained, like this is the highlight of his week).

And look at your mom compromising and showing interest! I hope she doesn't kill him because we are dying to know how he reacts to S5.

Thank you for this update! I had folks wondering if I had heard from you recently.

[casspurrjoybell-24]

Sugar Punch - Chapter 47

*Warning Adult Content*

- Theo -

'Theo... what the hell are you doing right now?'

Only minutes ago, I was saying goodbye to Arthur as he came to collect the rest of his stuff from my apartment, it's been minutes and I'm already losing my damn mind as my body moved like it had a mind of its own.

I thought today couldn't get any worse, I felt like the biggest asshole alive because of what I did to Arthur and watching him go with tears in his eyes, not saying anything to me, made me feel horrible.

I expected him to hit me, yell at me, something, anything other than come to collect his things with his best friend and then just leave but it's not like I can be mad about it, after-all, I told him the truth.

The moment Arthur left, I couldn't help but feel I made a mistake, after just seeing Maddox once in two years, I somehow went backwards from all the progress I made on my own, just from seeing him from afar.

Then the moment that door closed, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

It was his number.

Two years ago, I stared at his number for hours, I had memorized it because of that so even deleting his number from my phone didn't really mean anything, so when I saw that number come up on my screen, I froze.

The next thing I knew I was outside the gym 'No Limits' and waiting for him to come meet me.

Of all places to meet like this, it had to be the first place we met each other, I thought it was poetic in a way that only Maddox could pull off.

The moment I entered the underground gym, where we trained together two years ago, I felt like the moment I opened those doors he'd be there, just waiting for me but to my surprise and thankfully my heart, nobody was inside.

I felt sick, nauseous and completely nervous, my hands were shaking and my heart felt like it was trying to escape my body from how tense and nervous I felt just waiting here for him.

Two years and he's contacting me now... it felt... weird... like nothing had changed as I stood there, letting the memories come flooding back.

I was excited to see him but I also had no idea what to say to him, he always did make me feel like that but now it was different, we both changed and Maddox... he's more out of reach than before.

So, why now?

I heard footsteps before I saw him and even without turning around as I stared at the boxing ring in front of me, I knew that someone had opened the doors and had come inside.

Swallowing hard, I slowly turned around and lowered my hoodie from my head and once my eyes met his, I felt like a lump was stuck in my throat.

Maddox Zane.

There he was, in the flesh, standing before me.

I couldn't believe it.

"I didn't think you'd come," he said, his deep voice filling the large empty space of the gym.

God, his voice, the voice I've only heard from TV for the past two years, I was now more anxious than ever and for whatever reason, I couldn't think of what to say back, as I stared at him.

He was still the same, only now he looked even better than before.

Maddox slowly walked over to me as I watched him watching me as his eyes slowly checked me over, a small smile playing on his lips as I swallowed the dryness in my mouth.

"Yeah..." I looked away from him, my heart banging loudly against my chest. "Me neither."

Maddox stopped once he stood beside me, we were both standing near the ring in the middle of the room and as he came to stand next to me, I hated how I couldn't help loving the way he smelled, walked and talked.

He always smelled so good but now...

"You look good, Theo," he said , as I turned slowly to face him.

He was leaning against the ring and looking at me, a smile on his face as I forced myself to blink before my eyes get stuck wide open.

"Thanks..." I said nervously, biting the inside of my cheek.

I looked like crap, it was Maddox that looked good but I didn't say that, I just smiled back and tried to calm the beating of my heart in my chest, as I focus on what I wanted to ask him.

"Why..." I pause, and then clear my throat. "Why am I here?"

Maddox looks around humming out before his eyes land back on mine, his face turning serious as his smile is now gone.

"I wanted to see you and tell you that I'm sorry."

My heart clenched in my chest as I looked at him, his eyes moving from mine to focus on something far away in the room.

'Sorry? He wanted to say sorry now? After two damn years?'

"Why?" I tightly asked, my hands clenched in my pocket. "If you're feeling guilty... don't, I don't need that," I forced out, taking two steps away from him as I turned and looked at him, his dark eyes watching me quietly. "It's been two years, what is the point of saying sorry to me now?" I wanted to just leave but I couldn't stop myself. "We've not spoken in years, it's over, done, there's nothing left to say, I..."

"There's a lot more to say," Maddox interrupted me, before taking a step forward towards me.

He sighed and then swore under his breath before he looked right at me, frustration on his face as his hard eyes never left mine.

"That night I should've just told you what was going on but I didn't and that's on me but don't stand there and say that it's fucking over Theo," he snapped, as I stared widely at him. "Why'd you show up to my fight?" he asked, as I swallowed hard. "If we're so done as you put it, then why even bother coming here at all?"

"That's..." I stopped myself and looked away, feeling my neck grow warm as his intimidating eyes bore into the side of my face.

"It doesn't matter why."

Maddox snorted out, making me look at him to see him smiling and shaking his head.

"Sure. You just showed up to my fight with your boyfriend because you felt like it," he laughed, as I felt my face start to get hot. "You still really suck at hiding the truth, Theo."

This bastard is he making fun of me, after all this time, after I agreed to come here?

I felt humiliated again.

"If this is why you wanted me here, to laugh at me then I'm leaving," I said, as I turned around.

Maddox reached out and grabbed hold of my hand, stopping me from moving as he tightened his hold on me, as I tried to get out of his hold, then suddenly I felt a wave of frustration hit me as I fought against him.

"Get off me," I hiss and struggle against him.

Something flashed in Maddox's eyes but before I could see what it was, I was on my ass and Maddox was on top of me, pinning me down on the floor as he hovered over me, stopping me from moving.

"Just stop it already," he sighed, holding my hands above my head as I breathed out heavily. "Stop fighting me."

I felt like I was losing my mind, I hated him so much in this moment that all I wanted to do was to hit him and continue hitting him until every small thing I held back all these years was satisfied but... it didn't matter how much I wanted it.

I couldn't do it.

"Hey..." Maddox's soft voice fills my ears as I closed my eyes, wishing I never came here, now that I felt tears fall from my eyes.

I didn't want to come here and cry in front of him like this but like always, whenever I was around him, I felt completely powerless.

Maddox had let go of my hands above my head and moved one of his hands to the side of my face, when I opened my eyes, I felt his thumb wipe away the tears on my cheek as I looked at him through glossy eyes.

"I... hated y-you so much," I said, not recognizing my own voice anymore, as I watched his face harden, as he sat, straddled on top of me. "You just threw me away... l-like I meant nothing to you a-and now you're sorry?" I hid my face over the palm of my hands and sighed heavily. "God..." I groaned out. "Y-You're such a d-dick."

Maddox's throaty, husky laugh filled my ears, then I felt his hands touch mine, before moving my hands out of my face and Maddox, making me look at him.

"What else am I?" he asked, as I stared at him dumbfounded.

'What else was he?'

"S-Selfish."

He hummed.

"What else?"

Seriously... what is he trying to do right now?

He's only annoying me and making me want to hit him more.

I turned my head and looked away from him.

"J-Just get off me."

I didn't want to play this game with him.

"No."

It took me a moment before I realized what he said but once I did, I turned and looked at him and saw that he was... smiling at me, almost amused as he looked down at me, his tattoo neck visible as he slowly leaned forward until his face was inches from mine, with his elbows resting on either side of my head.

"What... else, am I?" he whispered, as I looked at him, inches from my face.

The room fell silent as my heart was beating wildly in my chest, his eyes were searching mine and as seconds pass, as does the thought of hitting him, as it replaced with something completely different.

"I'm sorry for hurting you Theo, I'm sorry for not telling you the truth... and I'm sorry for what I'm about to do next..."

I looked at him, flustered and nervous as his eyes slowly went from my eyes to my lips, his own lips hovering inches over mine.

"What do you...?"

"If you don't want this, push me away before it's too late," is all he said, before he pressed his lips on mine.

So many emotions and feelings went through my body as he slowly and gently moved his lips over mine in a soft motion that left my fingertips feeling tingly as I stared widely at Maddox above me, his eyes closed and his mouth on mine.

I knew I should push him away and I knew that there was much more I wanted to say, to ask him and to be told but just like before, it felt like I had no control over my body, so I kissed him back.

His lips felt different, yet familiar, they were much gentler than what I remembered and now that he was closer to me, I could smell what cologne he was wearing and the shampoo in his hair, the soap on his skin, I could smell it all, just like last time.

This was wrong, I was still so mad and still so upset, I had only just broken things off with Arthur and as much as it made me feel guilty, I couldn't stop myself from wanting to kiss him back.

'So, I did.'

I put my hands in his hair and tightly, I held onto his hair and kissed him back, only I wasn't gentle, I wanted him to feel everything I was feeling, from two years ago, to right this moment, the frustration, the held back anger, the heartbreak he put me through, all of it.

Yet, most of all, I wanted him to know that he was right.

'We weren't done with each other.'

[lucksdraw]

he should have known that something evil was brewing around the corner, with how good of a day he was having. smooth sailing and with sunshine above his head, he allowed himself to enjoy in the moment; rather eager to forget that, just because he was blessed with something as asinine as the power of good luck didn't mea that the universe would try its damn hardest to cancel it out by ay means necessary, however unfair it ay seem from the outer edgers. it was always like that; every good would come quickly overshadowed b the bad, though at the end of the day its not like his leg was broken, or there were any greater misfortunes. just annoyances, always and without a doubt.

and for a second, at the back of kim minhyun's mind, there was this idea that just maybe today would be different. that he'd punch in the numbers of his apartment, say a hello once he's in, greeted by seonyul from inside the room he caved himself in, or complete silence, and he could crash into his bed for the next twelve hours straight; just in time or the next shift. it could have been perfect — hell, he even caught the elevator once he called out for the person who went in ahead of him, instead of having to wait for the net one; or god forbid climb the stairs.

the silence that filled the cabin was, to an extent or at least to minhyun himself, filled with an air of awkwardness. he tried making small talk, though he knew that, in spite of visiting daemon and pouring his weary, drunken heart out at the barstool on more than one occasion, he did not actually know anything about jiaxin. all the more awkwardness when the creak sliced through it, darkness engulfing them within seconds.

"wow, i was going to bathe, too," he said, even more abruptly than his confession from before. "i — on the sixth floor, of course. in my own apartment. alone as well. it's not like silverline offers jacuzzi that can fit two people in it. just you, alone, bathing. yeah."

his blabbering — blatant in the mannerism of nervousness, rather saying anything than having to be brought before the reality of a power outrage while you're in the middle of riding an elevator. hell, he didn't even notice what floor they passed, before being forced into a detour. no; he just nervously rubbed at his wrist, same one shortly thereafter raised to shield his squinting eyes from the sudden flashlight that illuminated the room.

"you're out of luck," he says, snickering thereafter at the irony of it. was it his fault as irrational of a thought it was? he slouched downwards, as slow as possible as not to make the cabin shake too much. "just luck, funnily enough. i don't know. maybe i can jump? maybe someone coincidentally dropped a mattress at the bottom of the shat so i won't become a splatter? fuck, sorry. i think i might be claustrophobic too? can you do it? like, healing bones and all. i think i saw someone like that on tv."

"is this a bad time to mention i'm not good with the dark?"

@lucksdraw

she knew there was something off with this elevator the day she moved in.

definitely not a superability, maybe not even a hunch — you could call it more or less just good observation skills. the thing was rickety from the start, and jiaxin didn't like riding in it from day one. it felt janky and outdated, with numerous floor buttons lacking any acknowledgment of being pressed no matter how hard you shoved your thumb into it. the thing was slow and from the eighties, and guessing from the obvious grunts of metal from the pulley systems clearly trying to do its best somewhere deep in its engineering, jiaxin knew this thing had to be on its last leg.

go figure the rent was cheap (enough) — the thing probably hadn't been serviced in forty years. literally insane.

she wasn't too bothered at first about the forced delay to the sixth floor made by kim min... something. it'd been six months since jiaxin had moved in but had put in the barest amount of effort possibly to get to know her neighbors — otherwise known as actively avoided them — especially those not on the tenth floor. she remembered hearing his name from someone else in passing but didn't care to commit it to her memory, figuring she would have no opportunity that would arise for her to actually need to use it.

go figure, of course, when the silver line apartments' generator decides to simply not do the one thing it was engineered to do and their ride of silence in their crickety, flourescently lit box of steel comes to a grinding hault and the power is instantly cut, jiaxin is not having it.

"all i wanted was to come home and just take a bath and be left alone," she mumbles, somewhat complaining to herself aloud but almost hoping for a response. in return, she's met with the male's confession that comes, arguably, at one of the worst times you could possibly proclaim you don't like the dark. "great," jiaxin smiles to herself in the dark, groaning louder this time. thankfully, at least, she's got her phone to use as a flashlight.

both of their figures are illuminated then only by the light that she points at the floor, but her face reveals itself to remain downturned as it always is. "i'm going to take a wild guess that you don't have any powers that involve seeing in the dark then, do you?"

[monstermoviedean]

thought about dean saying i love you too and now i am on the floor

[ddejavvu]

MEI OKAY I'm watching s6 of criminal minds (S6EP22) and I just watched Hotch be the soccer coach to Jack's team and oh my God I'm practically melting 😭🥹🥹

HE'S SO CUTE BUT CAN YOU IMAGINE BEING THERE W HIM as his girlfriend that's cheering him and Jack on from the sidelines

Wearing a t-shirt that says "Coach's Girl"

Getting up super early to pack sandwiches and juice boxes for the kids then taking them out to pizza after because you just can't say no to their puppy eyes and pouts

Catching Jack as he runs up to you after each goal, going "Y/N! Y/N! Did ya see that? Did you see me? I did so good!!" and you just melt as he beams at you, giving him high fives and telling him how proud you are of him

Hotch coaching them to a win and then coming up to you and Jack in your arms with a smile that turns into a fake pout, "where's my prize??"

he lets out a chuckle and his cheeks redden when you tuck yourself into his chest, leaning up to kiss him and then Jack, "my favourite two boys"

It becomes a Sunday tradition to go get ice cream after pizza and Jack is absolutely obsessed with mint chocolate chip just like you are except hotch is absolutely disgusted

"it tastes like toothpaste!!" "you take that back, it's the best flavour there is!" "yeah daddy, you take that back"

Hotch secretly loves mint chocolate chip but he just likes to pretend he doesn't because then he gets to watch his favourite two people team up on him and they're so damn adorable

By the time you get home, hotch has to carry Jack up to his bed, the kid is so tuckered out

You and hotch have your own traditions of breaking out a bottle of wine and you're on the couch, TV on in the back, but you're really just wrapped up in each other

Quiet giggles and hushed conversations as you stare at each other, just so damn in love

I AM ABSOLUTELY DYING RN 😭 this became a whole thing oops I'm sorry but I just had to share

BABYYY THANK YOU SM FOR THIS I SAW IT JUST BEFORE I WENT TO GO GET DINNER AND I WAS THINKING ABOUT IT FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT :(( ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE!!

the mamas of the boys on jack's team have definitely been pining after the Big Handsome Coach but you show up in your shirt?? and aaron spins you around and kisses you?? oh my god they are so jealous - you befriend them later but they alwaysss ask you questions about him

you bring them popsicles on super hot days too!! maybe some orange slices to go with their sandwiches :(( and aaron watches you feed a hoard of little boys who are all jumping at you and thanking you with toothy grins for their food and then immediately beg you to go get pizza which you agree to and he's like wait we have to pay for that!! and you're like baby :) it's okay :) they're cute :) and he buys four pizzas afterwards but it's worth it to see you happy :')))))) jack definitely brags about you too they're all eating their sandwiches and he's bragging through a mouthful like 'my mama makes the best sandwiches, i get them every day!'

SOMETIMES WHEN JACK COMPLETES A PARTICULARLY HARD MANOUVER OR PASS OR WHATEVER HE JUST DITCHES THE GAME TO RUN AT YOU 😭 HE'S LIKE MAMA DID YOU SEE???? DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID??? WASN'T I SO COOL??? AND HE'S SPRINTING OFF THE FIELD AND AARON IS LIKE :0 NO SON :0 NO COME BACK SON :0

ugh if you ever congratulate jack aaron is like 😁 guess who did that 😁 and you're like :/ the kid in my arms rn :/ and jack giggles and hugs you and aaron is like >:( no me >:( so you gotta give him kisses or else he gets all sulky and jack thanks him for being such a good coach :((

you and jack share a huge sundae (you let him think he's getting the most but you're actually swiping most of it) and you guys bully aaron the entire time for his little vanilla scoop you're like >:) loser !! boring loser flavor !! and jack just giggles with green ice cream around his mouth and tells aaron that he has to be more 'aventurous' and you don't bother to correct him because it's so cute to hear him mispronounce things :')

you only find out that he does like it because !! you catch him eating it once behind your back !! you come down to his home office to convince him to come to bed and >:( he's having a bowl of your mint choco ice cream >:( he looks up at you like o.o with the spoon still in his mouth and you are OUTRAGED you are like Aaron!! this whole time?? i trusted you!! and he has to buy you a new carton to make up for it and you threaten to tell jack that he's been lying the entire time </33

jack falls asleep in the carseat and you help aaron hoist him out and aaron throws him over his shoulder like a lil sack of potatoes and he slumps limply into the embrace and you and aaron giggle bc your sleepy boy is so so cute and floppy :')

and yes!! the perfect ending to the night, snuggled up with wine under super soft fluffy blankets :') you're telling him how amazing of a coach he is and he's blushing like :') stop :') and you just keep going and you're a little too tipsy to stop so he has to kiss you to get you to stop and you definitely fall asleep all snuggled up together and magically you wake up in bed the next morning with everything cleaned up for you bc your husband is the best husband <33

[base0h]

OMG OKAY SO- I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE FOR THE CAPSLOCK BUT I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS WHILE I WAS DOING THE DISHES—

How would the worst gen trio react to fanservice scenes of the reader? More specifically: the typical anime onsen scene. aka those japanese(??) baths where it's steamy and stuff).

AND IN ADDITION: the writers and authors for the anime are aware of how large the 'simping for the crimson reaper' fandom is so they decided to make a call out in the scene where the characters, in ckuding reader, look at the camera when they mention that reader has a lot of worshippers even as a pirate(?). HOW WOULD THE WORST GEN TRIO REACT TO THAT?? BECAUSE I LITERALLY BEGAN LAUGHING LIKE A HYENA WHEN MY BRAIN SUDDENLY THOUGHT OF THIS WHILE DOING THE DISHES :'DDDDD

— yours truly, also a eustass kid simp anon 🥀

a/n - NO DW ABT CAPS I YELL ALOT ANYWAY 💀 damn maybe I should do dishes so I’d have good ideas 😭 oh. My. GOD. YES OML I- I CHOKED ON MY WATER WHEN I READ OVER THIS- TY KID SIMP ANON YOU’RE THE BEST

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, worst gen trio live together in an apartment

Law

- oh he was doing COMPLETELY fine while watching op with a cup of water in his hand

- He took a sip, closing his eyes and sighing with how nice the ice cold water felt

- Once he reopened them, he spit it out, clutching his throat while coughing and wheezing

- On-screen, he saw you in nothing but a towel on!

- law.exe has stopped working

- He almost had to call the ambulance because he was choking so badly 💀

- he was literally struggling to turn the tv off, dropping it and the remote accidentally turning up the volume (pls this is so horrible 😭 I’m so sorry law)

- he was literally dying, figuratively and- literally because he’s having absolutely no luck with trying to stop coughing

- The volume was so fucking loud

- OF COURSE IT WAS A SCENE WITH YOU IN A BATHROOM WITH ALMOST NO CLOTHES ON

- The sounds in this scene were also- kind of questionable

- He literally was banging the floor, trying to drink more water to help himself not die such a stupid death

- “Trafalgar Law, death by water”

- no he wouldn’t ever allow that to happen

- then suddenly, he saw that you and the other characters turned straight towards the camera

- “So uh… I guess I have a lot of worshippers?? I’m a pirate guys..” You said with an awkward look in your eyes

- You had an abundance of fan letters right beside you, and this was one of those special edition episodes

- Law was so- red

- He was freaking out SO MUCH

- At the same time, he loves you so much. But then feels so stupid for falling in love with a fictional character 😭

- The TV was so loud that when Luffy and Kid barged through the door, they immediately asked questions

- “Why are you groaning Torao?!” -Luffy

- “Is that you or the TV…?” -Kid (kid this is the one time I’m gonna say you did smth good :)

- Law turned bright red. And I mean BRIGHT red

- he threw himself across the floor like a worm, grabbing the remote while wheezing

- he kept pressing the button to turn the TV off to no avail

- “DAMN IT!”

- He yelled, slamming his fist into the remote, finally getting it to turn off

- He was breathing so heavily, his heart pounding from stress, fear, and embarrassment

- He almost died choking on his own water, because of seeing his fictional crush in a bath scene 💀

- Luffy and Kid looked at each other with the same look in their eyes

- “YOU’RE A SIMPPPPPPP!” They both cheered, making fun of him to no end

- they were like little kids saying “na na na na na” around Law

- he had a headache before, but now he thinks he has brain damage from these two 😭

- he secretly saved that episode for.. later purposes you could say 👀

Kid

- he usually watches one piece while tinkering with some of his new machines, he likes listening to your voice in the background

- It helps him work lol

- all of the sudden, he heard water noises, so he turned to the tv out of curiosity of what was happening

- maybe you were fighting someone again?

- his eyes went wide, and he dropped his hammer into his foot, making him start screaming like a madman

- “FUCK- DAMMIT FUCKING- OW-“

- He was hopping around on one foot for a long time after that

- when he finally calmed himself down, he went straight towards the tv as fast as he could

- You were in nothing but a towel, your feet hanging in the warm water of the hot springs

- Steam making your skin almost glisten with the lighting

- Kid had to swallow hard, and he swore to himself, he better not be getting turned on by a literal anime scene

- he was almost frozen in time

- you turned towards the screen, literally staring right at him which made him turn bright red like his hair

- his foot was throbbing from his injury earlier, but this was obviously more important 🙄

- “Wow- that’s a lot of.. People who like me- guys I’m a pirate you know right?? Not exactly the best person ever-“

- Kid was about to punch his face to see if this episode was real-

- it literally seemed like you were staring right at him as you were talking!

- he clenched his fist, getting ready to punch his face as he closed his eyes, then swinging his fist quickly

- it flew just in front of his face, hitting the tv in front of him, making it completely shatter and fall into the ground

- He was wondering why he didn’t even feel a single ounce of pain, he swore he swung pretty hard..

- He opened his eyes and then realized, he fucked up

- “GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!”

- He screamed, grabbing his red tufts of fluffy hair with stress

- When Law came downstairs to see what all the commotion was about, his eyes widened

- “You broke the fucking tv????”

- “WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE GENIUS?!”

- “MEATTTTT!” *snores*

- “...the fuck?” -Kid/Law

- Law made Kid buy a new one since he’s the one who broke it

- and Law also told him to watch those types of scenes on his phone and not on the tv

- man was so angry at Law for telling him that, but also the most tomato colored man on earth

- kid now watches one piece only on his phone, in his room, and with headphones on so no one will disturb him

- and also to prevent the risk of having to buy another tv

- also to avoid arguing with Luffy over what show to watch

- 😭

Luffy

- Luffy managed to convince both of his roommates to watch this special episode of one piece with him

- Man was so excited he got out the meat too-

- Law and Kid didn’t mind the episode so far, until it got to a bath scene (which pretty much every classic anime has-)

- Luffy picked his nose, not even paying attention to what was going on

- “Ugh.. This is kinda boring, I thought I’d get to see y/n fighting-!”

- He started to shout before he saw you in only a towel, nothing more

- he didn’t drop his meat, but he stopped mid-bite, his mouth already wrapping around the entire bone

- Kid and Law looked down at him with a deadpan expression

- No one talked for at least 4 minutes

- they were all frozen in the same position for so long that luffy’s meat was going cold

- he then noticed that your eyes stared straight into his, almost as if you were standing right in front of him

- his eyes went wide, and you went in to explain, “Wow- that’s a lot of.. People that like me? guys. I’m evil.”

- Luffy jumped out of his seat and started to tackle the tv

- “No! You’re amazing y/n! You’re super powerful and everything! I still wanna fight you! You’re not evil!”

- He screamed, wrapping his legs around the tv

- “DUMBASS YOU’RE GONNA BREAK IT!” -kid

- Kid had to run forward, making Law try to pry Luffy off the tv while Kid held it upright as much as he could

- “LET GO OF ME TORAO I’M EXPLAINING SOMETHIN’”

- “THEN GET OFF THE TV!” -Law

- He went on a rant, and even after the episode was already done, he was listing all the reasons of why he looks up to you and why he literally thinks you’re so amazing 😭

- when the scene started, it was 5pm

- it was now 8pm.

- Law and Kid beat his ass afterwards 💀

a/n - pls I swear this was so funny 😭 tysm kid simp anon you’re amazing as always 🥺

<3

[gaysimpsstuff]

Addidentally Injuring Their S/o

Part Two Here

YT Video Here (thanks @vanillaicedlatte-yt)

Genre: a n g s t

Type: Drabble/ Headcannons

Summary: in the heat of an arguement, after a battle, etc., they activate their quirk and Y/n somewhat permanently.

Warnings: gore, blood, fighting/ cursing, crying, burns, toxic relationships, 290 spoilers, endeavor

Other: This was meant to come out yesterday, but shitty mental health got in the way, so yeet. Also, I’m sorry these get worse and worse as they progress, that’s usually how things go for me. This was also inspired by a Tik Tok that I can’t find where Shigaraki accidentally dusts y/n who’s trying to comfort him. It was a Cosplay, if anyone can find it please let me know so I can link it and credit the creator.

Characters: Shigaraki, Dabi, Bakugou, Todoroki

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (let me know if you want to be added to or removed from the taglist)

Tomura Shigaraki

It had started as a great day, a perfect day even. Everyone was listening to him, the league was getting news coverage, people were afraid.

Everything was too perfect.

Something was going to go wrong, he was sure of it.

He hated the way everyone was laughing and joking together, Toga helping Magne do her nails, Spinner playing video games with Twice backstage, and you were chatting with Dabi and Compress about the league’s next moves.

Kuroguri was off doing something or other, and he’d mentioned another ‘follower of All For One.’

But something felt off.

And of course you would notice him.

You were hiding at an abandoned theatre, and he was sitting on the edge of the stage, staring out at the empty audience.

You were with Dabi and Compress in the wings, and glanced away from them towards your boyfriend.

He seemed stressed, scratching at his neck vigorously. You sighed, standing up and heading over to him, sitting beside him.

You placed your hand on top of his spare hand, offering him a soft smile.’

“Hey, baby~” you cooed. “How’s my boyfriend doing?”

He grumbled, yanking his hand away from you. Your theory was correct, he was stressed about something.

He didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially not you. You always tried to comfort him and convince him everything was ‘okay’ even when it wasn’t.

“Go away.” He growled. “I’m trying to think.”

“Thinking about what?” You asked, scooching closer to him.

“None of your fucking business!” He snapped at you, and you flinched away from him.

“Tomura, I was just trying to help-“ you frowned at him. He could be immature and bratty at times he’s, but he usually made sure not to get that way with you.

“I don’t give a shit! I don’t need your damn help!” He stood up, marching over to the wings to head backstage. You followed suit.

Compress and Dabi quickly rushed off the stage when they saw Shigaraki heading towards them. Dabi stopped for a moment next to you, looking at you.

“Good luck with him.” He said, jerking his head towards Shigaraki. You shrugged at him.

Shigaraki overheard Dabi’s notion, anger and distress intensifying. Good luck? Good luck?! What the hell was wrong with him?

Dabi and Compres joined Toga and Magne in the red velvet chairs, Compress requesting that he gets his nails done in orange and black when she finished with Magne’s.

Shigaraki pushed aside the large heavy curtains blocking his way backstage, finding Spinner and Twice huddled near a small TV, an old PvP game loading onscreen

They both looked over their shoulders, staring up at their boss. You quickly darted backstage, crouching next to the ‘gamer boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis’ as they had nicknamed themselves.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered to them. “He’s in a bit of a mood. I’ll take care of it, okay?”

Did he hear you correctly?

A mood?

You’ll ‘take care of it?’

Of it?

What.

The.

Fuck.

“Say that again, to my fuckung face!” Shigaraki screamed at you. “Tell me I’m just ‘iN a MoOd’ again!!”

You turned to him, eyes wide and scared.

“I’m sorry, Tomura, I didn’t mean it like that- I just didn’t want our friends to worry!”

“They aren’t our fucking friends! They just work for us- they work for me!” He corrected himself.

You stood up, flicking your wrist to motion for Twice and Spinner to leave. They quickly turned off their game and rushed away.

“You might not consider them our friends, but they’re certainly my friends. And I won’t let you scare my friends.” You stood your ground, taking a step towards him.

He scoffed, turning around and marching back onstage. You sighed, following after him, again.

“Please, Tomura talk to me. I’m your partner I want to help you!” You exclaimed. “You’re worrying me, please!”

“Well I don’t want to fucking talk!” He shouted, “and I don’t have to!”

“Please, Tenko!”

“THAT’S NOT MY NAME!”

Red.

He saw red.

His hand flew away from him before he could stop himself, a target missile. It’s destination? Your face.

You lifted your hands instinctively, and he grabbed your wrist, fingers curling around your skin.

In that moment, all he felt was relief. Thank fucking god you’d lifted your arms. It was the one thing that has saved you from him.

You screamed, pain shooting up through you from your arm. Your skin peeled, falling away in tiny fragments of dust.

The dust fell around his fingers, your hand and wrist were completely gone now.

You felt someone pull you backwards, and you saw a glint of silver as Toga quickly severed your arm, blood spilling onto the floor of the stage where the pile of dust that used to be your arm lay.

You fell to your knees, screaming, reaching up and clutching at your elbow- the point of separation- desperately, trying to will your arm back into existence.

“TOMURA!” You shrieked, tears falling down your cheeks. “TOMURA! FIX IT!!”

It was hopeless, you knew there was no way for him to un-dust you. You fell forward, forehead pressed against the floor.

Shigaraki took a step back, glancing at his hand. There were a few speckles of dust resting on his palm. His breath quickened, eyes widening as he cupped his other hand over his mouth.

He stared down at you, Blood staining your shirt as you screamed and cried.

It must have hurt.

He remembered the promise he’d made after you’d started dating, when he’d protected you from some assholes trying to mug you.

“I promise you, I’m going to protect you. Nothing, no one, will lay a hand on you ever again.”

It was a promised meant against anyone who posed a threat to you.

He never meant to become a threat himself.

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

Some days were always going to be better than others, that’s simply how it works when you’re recovering from trauma.

Today was one of the bad days.

He’d woken up with a thick, heavy, dark feeling in his chest.

He wasn’t even comforted by the warmth your body produced next to him.

Most days he’d roll over and wrap his arm around your body, pulling you close to his body to cuddle you.

This morning however, Dabi rolled away from you and climbed out of bed. You looked over your shoulder at him, confused and slightly hurt. Did you do something to make him upset last night?

You followed after your angsty boyfriend, walking out of the bedroom and down the hall into the kitchen.

He crashed at your apartment a lot, being a villain it was hard to get his own home. You didn’t know where he stayed when he wasn’t at your place.

He grabbed a box of cereal out of the cupboards, pouring himself a bowl. You pulled the milk out of the fridge, handing it to him with a smile.

He scrunched up his nose at your kindness, snatching the carton from your hand and angrily pulling the cap off.

You sighed, nervously pouring yourself a bowl as Dabi started to eat. He didn’t even bother to sit at the table.

“Hey, babe? You okay? You seem kind of... off today.”

Your boyfriend glanced down at you, cerulean eyes seemingly staring right through you.

“M’fine.” He grunted. Your frown tightened.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t believe that.” You shook your head at him.

Dabi glared down at you in annoyance. His scowl deepening. You took a step back, concerned and scared.

“Dabi, please talk to me.” You pleaded with him.

“Uzéndayo.” He grumbled angrily. “Fuck off.”

“Please, you’ll hurt my feelings.” You scoffed sarcastically. “You can talk to me, y’know.”

“Don’t fuckin need to. Leave me alone.”

“Dabi, this is my place. I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Then I’ll leave!” He snapped, brushing past you and leaving his cereal on the counter to sog.

He snatched his jacket off the back of the couch, shrugging it onto his shoulders.

“Seriously, Dabi! What the hell’s going on! Did I do something wrong?”

It pissed him off further to hear you blame yourself. You always thought it was your fault, but it never was.

“Oh shut the fuck up for once! Quit thinking it’s all about you! It’s not always about you!”

“Dabi just fucking talk to me! I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what’s wrong!”

You stepped in front of the door, flinging your arms open to block ilhis exit. He looked you in the eyes, seething.

“Nothing happened!” He shouted “Sometimes I’m just angry for no reason! Get out of my way and I’ll take my anger out on some rando and not on you. Then I’ll come back and we can pretend this never happened.”

“Dabi I won’t let you just kill some innocent person because you’re upset! Just sit with me and we can talk it out and-“

“That’s always your solution! Quit being a wimpy pacifist and move!”

“I’m not a pacifist, I just don’t think you should kill without reason!”

“Well I have a fucking reason!”

“And what’s that?”

“I want to!”

“That’s not a reason!”

“Just get out of my fucking way or I’ll make you!”

“Dabi, just talk to me!”

It was the last thing you said before he grabbed your arm and pulled your body forward to meet his. Your chest pressed against his, his face right in front of yours.

It’d be hot if you weren’t so scared.

“Listen here you little shit,” he growled, low and angry “I’m stronger than you in every fucking way.”

“Dabi?”

“I could kill you in an instant if I so desired.”

“Dabi-“

“Incinerate your filthy annoying ass any day I want, so be fucking grateful for once and watch your damn mouth!”

“Dabi!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN! I am superior to you in every way, you should be grateful I even share oxygen with you!”

“DABI YOU’RE HURTING ME!”

“I DON’T CARE IF IT HURTS, LISTEN TO ME YOU DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER!” He screamed in your face, eyes wild with unchecked rage.

Tears flowed down your face as you sobbed, indescribable pain was shooting up through your arms.

Dabi’s eyes finally drifted downwards, and he froze, mouth falling slack.

Smoke was billowing off his hands, and his knuckles were white with how hard he was gripping you.

He snapped his hands away from you, curling them into his body as his eyes widened. He took a few steps back.

There were black scorch marks on your body in the shape of his hands. They looked real bad.

“Get out.” You whispered, so soft he couldn’t hear.

“W-what?”

“GET OUT!” You screamed, pointing at the door despite the intense pain in your arms. “GET OUT OR I’M CALLING THE POLICE!”

“B-baby I’m sorry!” He shouted “I didn’t mean to, I promise!”

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOME BEFORE I TURN YOU IN!”

Dabi stumbled past you, quickly rushing out of your apartment and shutting the door behind him.

His back was pressed against the wood as he slid down, covering his face as he listened to your sobs on the other side, hearing your footsteps fade into the bathroom, probably to run cold water on your skin.

For a moment, all the could think about was the cereal on the counter, getting soggy.

“Fuck.” He muttered, eyes burning as they tried to produce tears without his tear ducts.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

Shoto Todoroki

Shit wrong emo scar boy with daddy issues, fire powers, and an evil older sibling with blue fire

There we go

It was a shitty day. 

Well, most days were shitty days, but today was shittier than usual. 

A home visit, Endeavor trying to act like he was ‘upset about everything that happened,’ and pretending he was the victim in the situation.

It would be enough to set anyone on edge, especially Shouto. 

So it wasn’t much of a surprise when he returned to the dorms with a deep frown on his face.

Even when Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka tried to talk to him, he still seemed angry the whole time. There was really only one thing that should be able to cheer him up. Let’s hope you do your job well.

“Knock knock~ Shouto it’s me!” you stood on the outside of Shouto’s dorm. You knew Shouto must be stressed, so you’d gotten him some brownies from the sweets cupboard, Sato’s locks were easy to pick.

“I don’t want to fucking talk.” his response was blunt, clearly annoyed that you’d bothered his brooding. “Go away.”

You sighed, he could act like such a child sometimes!

“Shouto, I just want to cheer you up! Let me in, babe.” a moment later, he swung the door open, am annoyed glare on his face. You smiled sweetly at him, handing him the plate of brownies. His hands remained in his pockets, glancing down at the brownies then back up at you.

“Um... can I come in?” you asked quietly. He shrugged, stepping aside to let you in. You stepped past him, sitting on the edge of the platform bed, setting the brownies on the nightstand. 

Shouto closed the door behind him, turning to face you.

“Do... do you want to talk about it?” Shouto huffed, shaking his head and looking away from you.

“Do I look like I want to talk?” he snapped. You flinched, his tone was harsh.

“Shouto I just want to help, you don’t need to be rude.”

“I don’t give a shit if I’m being ‘rude.’“ He growled, arms crossed. 

His eyes stared coldly at you. Yeah, he was definetly upset.

“That’s okay, we can chat about something else. Oh, Sato probably needs to change the lock on the sweets cupboard, I kinda broke it getting you these brownies!” you looked up at him, smile faltering as he looked down his nose at you. “Are... are you mad at me?”

“Wow, you just noticed that.” he rolled his eyes. “I told you to go away but you didn’t.”

“I-I’m sorry, I was just really worried about you. You’re my boyfriend and I love you, I don’t like seeing you upset.”

“Then maybe you should try fucking listening to me for once. If I don’t want to talk, then you can’t make me talk.” You nodded, apologizing again.

“Oh my god shut the fuck up!” he shouted. “You’re always talking, always apologizing, you’re getting on my fucking nerves!”

“Okay!” you stood up quickly, lifting your hands defensively. “I’ll just leave!”

You brushed past him on your way to the door, hesitating on the handle. You glanced over your shoulder at him.

“Would you fucking stop with the pity?” you looked at the ground, not saying anything.

You heard the slap before you felt it.

The sting shot through your face, and you could hear Shouto shouting at you, but it was muffled. You didn’t know what he was saying. 

You lifted your hand to your cheek, hissing in pain. He didn’t just slap you,

He used his fire.

You choked on your words, turning to look at your boyfriend with tear-filled eyes.

Shouto was looking at you with a look of sheer horror on his face.

“I’m sorry...” you whimpered. “I’m going-” you slipped out the door, ignoring Shouto’s shout for you to turn back and talk to him

That it was an accident.

That he didn’t mean it.

That didn’t matter.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Fuck Icy-Hot. 

Fuck. Him.

He said he’d gotten stronger since the Summer Camp, but he hadn’t at all.

He was still loosing to Todoroki, and no matter how hard he was working, he still kept loosing to him.

His hand was buried in his hair, tugging harshly every so often as he listened to you ramble about something that happened during your work study.

Even you were getting ahead of him, his own partner was getting stronger than him. He’d promised he’d protect you, but that would be useless if you kept improving faster than him.

“Then afterwords, FatGum took me, Kirishima, and Amajiki to this resturaunt, and the owner turned out to be a huge fan of FatGum, she gave us free desert! Oh my gosh the cake was so good!” you exclaimed, laughing a little.

Bakugou grumbled under his breath a little, keeping his eyes away from your estatic face. 

“Great.” you glanced back to your boyfriend from where you sat at your desk, eyebrows furroring. Usually, Katsuki would give you one of those proud smirks all like ‘that’s my partner,’ but today he seemed upset.

“You alright, Katsuki? Was your provisional licence class stressful today?” you asked sympathetically, moving your hand towards him to comfort him. 

He yanked his hand away from you, shooting you a pissed off look.

“Fuck no.” he growled. “Even if it was, I can handle it. I don’t need your damn help.” you rested your hand on your lap.

“I know, Katsuki. My boyfriend’s so strong!” you smiled brightly at him. Usually complimenting him would make him feel better, but today it seemed to only piss him off more.

“Shut up.” he hunched over, curling into himself more. He pulled one leg up to his chest, holding it under his knee. 

“Uh.. are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, cocking your head to the side gently.

“I’m fucking fine!” He snapped, keeping his eyes anywhere but on you. “I don’t need your pity!”

“Pity? Katsuki I’m not pitying you, I’m worried for you. You’re my boyfriend and I want you to be happy so-”

“Didn’t I say to shut up?” he stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Don’t give me your worry, fight me instead!”

“Why the hell would I fight you, Katsuki? I already know you’re stronger than me!”

“Fucking how? You got that new work study you’re constantntly talking about! How haven’t you gotten stronger than me?”

“Is that what this is about? I���ve only been at my work study for a few days, how in the world could I have leaped leagues in that amount of time to reach your level?”

“Then why even join that stupid work study if you’re not getting stronger?”

“I am getting stronger, just not fast enough to be at your level that quickly!” you explained. “Sorry?”

“Ugh just shut the fuck up!” he shouted, storming out of your dorm and down the hall to the common room. There were a only a few people in there,

Yao-Momo and Jirou in the kitchen, Kirishima and Kaminari on the couches, and Sero was leaning over the back of the couch. They all looked up when Bakugou stormed in with you on his tail.

“Katsuki, you’re confusing me! What’s going on? How can I help? Is it something I did?” 

“Just leave me alone, okay? Go away!” he shouted over his shoulder. Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, Jirou, and Yaoyorazu all snapped their heads towards you and Bakugou.

“Katsuki, please! You’re scaring me!” you glanced over at your friends, Jirou and Yao-Momo glancing between each other and muttering. 

“Yo, Kachan, the hell’s going on between you and Y/n?” Kaminari asked, standing up. Sero hissed at him to sit down if he wanted to keep his head.

“I’m sorry, Kaminari, Bakugou’s upset and I don’t know why-”

“Don’t know why? Quit it with the lies! I hate liars!”

“I-I’m not lying! I really don’t know!” you reached forward, latching your hand onto his wrist. “Please just talk to me!”

“BULLSHIT!” he snapped his hand away from yours. “You’re a fucking liar!”

“Bakubro, calm down!” Kirishima stood up, briskly walking over to the two of you. 

“STAY OUT OF THIS!” Bakugou slammed his palm against Kirishima’s face, setting off a small explosion.

“KIRISHIMA!” You ran to his side as the smoke cleared, finding his face hardened.

“I’m okay, I’m okay!” he assured you. He offered you a small smile, suddenly, he yelped and ducked, avoiding another hit from Bakugou.

“LET GO OF THEM!” he shouted, and his hand sparked twice before setting off again. This time right next to your face.

You hit the ground first, then felt stinging pain across your face and shoulder.

You didn’t even hear your own screaming because of the fact that he blew up your ears.

You didn’t register Kirishima picking you up, or Bakugou staring after you in fear, or the others in the room scolding Bakugou or worrying about you.

All you knew in that moment was pain.

Pure, white hot, agonizing pain.

[mizzgay]

Triping on the alarms

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Someone keeps breaking into your jewelry store and there's this beautiful red head cop. You want to make your move, but how? tripping on the alarms of your store of course, and now you're getting brought to the station by her.

A/n: It took a while to finish this one but her it is. I'm actually starting to write a college au series with Wanda but I'm so damn busy these days.

It was almost 6 pm, there were no costumers left at the jewelry store, so you decided to close it. You made sure everything was closed, but today you were rushing to get home to watch you favorite movie, and you then forgot to close a window.

It has always been your dream of owning your own shop since you were a kid, it kinda feels nice to be on your own and make your own decisions.

When you got home, you unlocked the door and loud barks welcomed you home. You kneeled and opened your arms and you're suddenly tackled by your furry friend, sure, it was kind of lonely to have no one around the house, except you, but that didn't mattered because you got your dog, Luna.

You went to your bedroom and changed your clothes, you then opened the tv and put on your favorite movie that you've probably watched a million times, Luna then climbed up the bed and rests her head on your lap, you stroked her fur causing her fall asleep. After you watched the movie, you turned off the tv and slept.

Luna woke you up by barking loudly and licking your face, you giggled but then decided to push her away gently, you then got ready to go to your shop.

When you got to your near your jewelry store, the first thing you saw was a woman in cop uniform standing outside, she seems to be talking to someone over the walkie-talkie, she suddenly then turned to you and stopped talking to whoever the one she's talking to before.

You walked near her and you can't help but feel attracted to this woman, her red hair, her green enchanting eyes and her smile.

God, I haven't met anyone this beautiful. You thought.

"Good morning maam, are you the owner of this store?" the woman said.

"Yes, that would be me, why?"

"Earlier this morning, the alarms on your store went off, someone broke-in the store and took all the money."

Oh my god, shit!

You suddenly ran inside the shop and found the drawer where you put all the money in, opened and the money inside were gone. You looked around and saw the opened window, you should've made sure everything was closed off last night and now the money that you needed to help pay for your daily needs were now gone.

The woman also came inside the store and looked at you, you met her eyes and you were instantly distracted by how beautiful those green eyes are, you almost forgot everything that just happened, until the officer spoke.

"Are you okay ma'am?"

"Y-yes I'm fine, I'm Y/n by the way,"

"Wanda Maximoff" she sent you another smile that made your knees weak.

"I'm sorry for what happened, but I'll make sure to catch whoever stole your money. Good thing no jewlry was taken though.

"Thank you officer, I should've clossed the window last night, really."

"Please, just call me Wanda"

"Well then, thanks again Wanda"

Wanda left the store leaving you smiling, she's very attractive for a police officer and you can't stop thinking about her for the rest of the day. The money was not really important to you, now that you met the Wanda.

Your phone rang suddenly breaking you from your trance. You looked over your phone and answered it.

"Bitch, why aren't you responding my texts?!"

"Good Morning to you too, Nat."

"Good Morning. Are you still alive?"

"Of course I'm perfectly fine, I forgot I put my phone on silent last night and I haven't been on my phone, plus, someone broke-in in my store today."

"What? How did they get in?"

"I accidentally left a window open last night because I was rushing to get home to watch a movie." You heard Natasha sigh on the phone.

"Do you know who broke in?"

"No but there was this beautiful officer named Wanda, standing in front of my bookstore earlier and she told me that she'll figure who it was."

"God, you're so gay"

"Oh don't act like you don't have the hots for Maria" I know she's blushing at the other side of the call. "Plus I can't help it, she's really hot"

"Goodluck on your hot officer then, and make sure to invite me to your wedding. I go to go though, unlike you, I'm not the boss of me at work, so goodbye, oh, and don't ever foget to answer my messages again or I'll litterally climb to your window at night and drag you somewhere where you wouldn't be find." At that, Nat hangs up the phone and you were laughing on your best friend's words.

You continued to wait until some costumers came in, you greeted them with a smile and yes, maybe you need to work extra to get the amount of money that were stolen from you, but that's alright because your one of the famous jewelry shops in the city so it wouldn't be that hard.

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After another long day at your bookstore you decided that it was time for you to go home, you checked your phone one last time and saw Nat's message.

Bitch who's in love with Maria changed your name to Bitch who's in love with Wanda

Bitch who's in love with Maria: Hey! just got home from work, cheking in to see if you're not dead.

You: I'm fine Nat, thanks for checking in on me, I'm gonna go home now too.

Bitch who's in love with Maria: Okay good. Make sure everything's 101% locked and secured and get home safely.

You: Yes Ma'am... Will definitely check everything.

You turned off your phone and closed off the store, this time, you also took the money that you made today just in case. After you locked the door, you got to your car and drove home.

At that night you dreamed about Wanda, and how her smile just makes your heart beat faster. Everything about her is perfect and you just hope you can see her again. Maybe you'll have the courage to ask her for coffee tommorow so you can thank her and also get to know her more.

You were woken up from your slumber because of Luna licking your face again, you went to the kitchen and ate breakfast with Luna who finished hers before you.

When you got to your jewelry shop, there she was again, Wanda, standing by the door, you noticed that door were already opened, so you rushed to her to know what happened.

"Wanda, hi" you were genuinely confused why was she here again and why the door was already opened.

"Oh hi Y/n, hate to say it to you but someone broke in again last night, they got in by breaking the lock on the door and the alarm went off again, the station told me to check on it and it seems like they tried to break the glass of the jewelries on display but it didn't work" she explained

"Oh my god, why did this keep happening" you were very frustrated on what happened today and yesterday, good thing you took the money you made yesterday or else they could've took that too.

"Good news is that there was cameras on the opposite building and I think we know who broke in yesterday and possibly today" you sighed in relief knowing that they'll be able to catch whoever that person was.

"Good thing I didn't left money this time"

"Yeah, good thing. But I wondered why they came back again"

"Probably to see if the window is open again"

"Yeah, must be"

There was a short moment of silence and you know this is your chance to strike up a conversation with her.

"How long have you been in the police department, Wanda?"

"4 years, me and my brother actually both became officers together, it was both our dream" you notice Wanda with sentiment in her eyes.

"Where's your brother now?"

"He passed away 2 years ago, Pietro was shot while he was evacuating hostages to safety" Wanda looked down at her fingers.

"I'm sorry that happened to him Wanda, and thank you for sharing that to me" you gently touched her hands and she looked up to meet your eyes again.

"It's alright, he was just the funniest and kindest brother you'll have. I remembered when we were kids, he would let me pick any show I'd want to watch, I always pick The Dick Van Dyke Show I absolutely loved it" Wanda chuckled at the memory of her brother.

"I actually like shows and movies too. Have you seen Friends?" she smiled at your question and nodded.

You both talked for a while, and you didn't seem to notice the time until your first costumer of the day walks in. You just talked about all the things you both love and you feel so much closer to her.

"It seems like I have to go now, I still have work to do and you have a store to run" she winked. "Hopefully I can see you next time, but not when someone breaks-in again." you chuckled and waved goodbye to her.

Another person entered the store but you were still thinking about the conversation you had with Wanda.

You smiled at yourself and you feel all the butterflies in your stomach going wild. You can't help but be all smiley.

"Oh my god your such in a gay mess right now" you were startled by a voice that was talking behind you and when you turned, you saw Natasha smirking.

"Jesus Nat! you scared the shit out of me" she just chuckled and leaned back to the shelf that was right behind her. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Whaat? can't I just go in here because I miss you?"

"Nope, I know you do not. Anyways what is it?"

"Well you know, Maria's birthday is coming up and I'm planning on buying her a beautiful jewelry, and you so happens to own a jewelry store" you smiled in amusement when she instantly blushed.

"And you say I'm the one who's in a gay mess." I teased "But since you're my best friend and that I want for you an Maria to date, I'm going to help you" Natasha's face lighten up, you absolutely know Nat's crush on Maria but at this point you really think she's in love with her.

You were looking around for the perfect jewelry for Maria and Nat decided on a necklace.

"Really? that?"

"What? what's wrong with it"

"No offense Nat, but giving necklaces are like the from shit romance movies, no originality to it."

"What do you want me to pick then? "

"Here." You gave her a pair of sliver earings with a small sapphire gem attached to it. "Take these, they'll match Maria's eyes"

"Thanks Y/n"

"No problemo"

You and Nat then went to the counter and she paid for the earings.

"Will there no be a 50% discount for me?" She fluttered her eyes trying to convince you

"No,"

"Yes."

"Okay fine, as long as you invite me to your wedding" You smirked at her blushing face quoting what she said the last time you called her.

"Don't worry I will, you'll be the flower girl." she winked and you both laughed. "speaking of weddings and partners... How's your hot officer?" Now it was your turn to blush.

"It's alright, we've just been talking before you went in"

"It's been literally 2 days and you haven't made a single move on her, what are you waiting for?"

"I don't know to be honest, I'm just so nervous around her"

"Well you better make you move because based on how your so soft around her, she's one rare woman" you were thinking on what she said and that Wanda is a woman anyone would want and you don't want to lose your chance with her by just doing nothing, besides, it's better to try and fail than to never tried at all, right?

"Yeah, you're right and maybe I can think of a way to ask her out"

"That's the spirit! now finish up your job and then we can focus on our love lives." And with that, Nat left the store. A costumer then went in front of you, and you continued your work.

To be honest the person that stole your money and tried to break the glass to steal some jewelries was forgotten, but the image of a certain cop filled your thoughts for the rest of the day. You have to deal with the dented glass later 'cause you can't help but smile at the image of her in your mind again, she's squeezing in her way to your heart but you're not complaining.

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It was now the day after someone tried to steal from the shop. After you left your house and went to the jewelry store, you saw Wanda again and you can't help but be excited on seeing her, the possibility of someone robbing your shop didn't cross your mind as you were smitten with the redhead.

"Any break-ins again today officer?" you teasingly asked

"Oh so you're gonna be happy if someone stole something from your store again?" she teased back

"I'd be sad about it but the officer that checks in on it, is great company." she smiled and her nose scrunched so adorably

"I hope you still enjoy my company even though there's no break-ins this time"

"So why are you here?" you asked her

"Woah! Want me to leave already? I thought you enjoyed spending time with me"

"Your such an idiot." You opened the door to the bookstore and let Wanda in.

"I'm very offended by your words Y/n" she holds her chest pretending to be offended. "Anyways, I have great news for you. We already found who broke in your store."

"Who is it?" Wanda grabbed her phone and opened it, she showed me a cctv footage from last night and the night before. It was a man probably not older than thirty climbing through the opened window with a hammer on his hand, after a few minutes he got out again in the same window he got in.

The man who's in the second video was the same man that climbed in the window. His face was much more distinguishable than the first video. He has a brown hair and he has a trimmed beard.

"His name is Scott Lang, we also saw him breaking in to another store last night, he's actually in the station, brought in for questioning," She explained. "He also told us that he'll just pay for the all the damages he did, he said he was just desperate for money because his daughter's birthday is coming up and he wants to buy her a toy"

You honestly feel sad for the man now, he just wants to buy something for his daughter on her birthday.

"It's alright, he didn't have to pay me back for the money he stole or the damage he made to the glass" You said

"Really?"

"Yeah, he seems like a good guy and he can keep the money." Wanda looked shocked but then she smiled.

"You're a really good person Y/n" You feel your cheeks warming when you met her eyes.

"Well then, I hope you have a nice day Y/n, I'll be off to work to tell Scott the news."

"Of course, thanks again Wands!" You didn't even the notice the nickname slip-up you said but you saw Wanda smile wider.

For the rest of the day, you continued working. As soon as you opened the door to your house, you saw your phone light up. It was Natasha

"Heey Natty, what's up?"

"You know I hate that nickname! " She said but to be honest, the tone of her voice is higher making you think she really doesn't hate it or she's just really really happy today. "Anyways, I have great news!" She's very energetic today you thought.

"Hmm, let me guess, you and Maria are dating now?" you smirked when you heard her gasp

"Oh come on! I was gonna tell it first!"

"It was obvious enough from the tone of your voice that it's about Maria, because you never shut up about her" you heard her grumble on the phone. "Now tell me, how did it go?"

"Well, she actually asked me first and we went to the park and got ice creams together" She sighed dreamily remembering their date together. You gagged jokingly at her.

"But seriously, I'm happy that you're together Nat"

"Thanks Y/n, you also deserve someone. By the way, how is she?"

"Who?"

"Don't act dumb, you know, the cop, that you're so obsessed with," She teased

"Oh, Wanda? She's fine I guess"

"You guess? what happened to asking her out?"

"It's still not the right time to ask" You sighed and shrugged

"When is the right time then? It's fate that she's always checking at your jewelry store whenever someone breaks-in, grab your chance while you still can"

"I know, I know," You then heard noices from the end of Natasha's line.

"Hey Y/n, I'm sorry to cut our conversation but I need to go, I need to work on a paper I need to send to my boss tonight, but we'll talk some other time."

"It's alright Nat, good luck!" You heard a faint good bye and you hang up the call.

You were in deep thought again tonight, you know you should make a move, but how? You can't just go to the police station and ask her out, that would be weird, and you can't even ask her through text because you don't have her number! You had another idea on how to see her again, and it's stupid enough to get you arrested, but you'll do it, especially if it means getting arrested by a hot officer.

You woke up quite early and you went straight to work after doing your morning routine and saying goodbye to Luna.

This is stupid, this is stupid. you keep repeating on those words. You carefully opened the door inside. It's a motion detector alarm so you need to be careful not to be seen yet. The alarm is directed to the police station, and will make a loud noise when triggered, hopefully Wanda would come and check on it and you can finally ask her out.

You then so casually walk over to the alarm and as expected it rang loudly, it would take a while for Wanda to get there so you sat down. You were kind of nervous on how will this go, what will you say to her? You accidentally tripped on the alarm? that would be a lame excuse and she'll ask why you didn't turn it off after.

Will you say the truth then? that you've purposely turned off the alarm just to see her? now you were just a hundred times more nervous than you were.

While you were in your head, Wanda arrived with another cop with her, she saw movements inside the store so she carefully peeked who tripped the alarm this time. She was so surprised that she saw you just sitting there and doing nothing, she signals her colleague that it's safe.

She entered the bookstore and called your name. "Y/n?" she was confused why you would just sit there, were there really someone who broke-in again?

"Wanda?" God this is so akward now. You saw a man came inside with the same uniform wanda is wearing.

"What are you doing here?"

"I- umm... I thought maybe I could see you?" your cheeks are surely turning red now, you're so embarrassed by the situation you put yourself in.

"What?" she laughed, still confused. "Are you harmed or did someone tried to steal something again?"

"N-no, I just purposely turned off the alarm-" Wanda interrupted your sentence before you can finish.

"You purposely did it?" You were about to respond back but you hear sirens outside. Wanda turned to her back and saw 2 more police officers walking towards you.

Wanda talked to the officer and sighed. She walked back to you and chuckled "They said I have to get you to the police station because you set off the alarm and that you kind of disturbed the neighboring stores and I honestly thought it was a real threat."

She lead you to the police vehicle and you were panicking, why did you ever think it was a good idea to do that?

Wanda let you sit on a chair opposite to her with a table separating the both of you. Noticing your obvious panicked state, Wanda reassured you.

"Don't worry, they're not going to put you in jail" she smiled sweetly at you

"I have no idea why I just did that" you groaned dropping your face in your hands.

"Why did you really do it then?" she was smiling, amused by what just happened causing you to be embarrassed even more.

"I was trying to find a way to ask you out, cause I like you, but I don't have your number and I can't just walk in the police station and ask you out" you explained and she chuckled, you also smiled at yourself too.

"That's a very creative way to ask me out"

"I wouldn't say creative, stupid I'd say."

"It's not stupid, if you ask me out now, maybe it's all worth it?"

"Really?"

"Yeah" she nodded

"So Wanda, I know this isn't really the best place to ask someone out," you both chuckled and you continued "but I want to ask you, if you'd want to go on a date with me?"

"Yes, absolutely." Your moment was broken when a familiar voice interrupted.

"Oh my god! What the fuck happened Y/n?!"

"Nat, how did you know I was here?"

"I was calling you for the tenth time and your not picking up, so I went to your store and found police officers outside and I asked where you were and they said your in the station!" she was in distress and you were trying to calm her down "Are you going to jail? what did you do?!"

"I'm not going to jail Nat, I was just dumb enough to set off the alarm and hope to ask Wanda out this time. I just didn't expect this" gesturing to the room with your hands. Natasha scoffed and slapped her forehead with her palm.

"Why on earth would you do that?!!" she was yelling now and it kind of scared you, you know you shouldn't have done it knowing your best friend would find out and worry to her death about you, but you did it anyways.

"I-I don't know!"

Nat turned to Wanda and asked her, "Are you Wanda? the woman Y/n's so crazy about thay she almost got arrested to?"

"Yup, I'm Wanda, the woman Y/n's crazy for." Wanda grinned and you were beyond embarrassed because of Natasha.

"Listen, I'm sorry Wanda that you had to witness the idiocy of my best friend just because she's trying to ask her out but she's a good mess."

"I'm a police officer and I'll just have to deal with her because I just said yes to her asking me out."

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[sluttywonwoo]

pretend || j.ww x reader

Summary: reading thirst tweets with your co-star/boyfriend’s best friend makes things a little tense

Warnings: swearing, smut mentions (18+)

Word Count: 1.8k

a/n:  originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

Masterlist

The sound of Mingyu cracking his knuckles next to you sent a shiver down your spine, making you cringe instinctively. You turned to glare at him and leaned away from the noise.

“I hate when you do that!” you groaned.

He smirked. “I know, that’s why I like doing it.”

You looked over at Wonwoo, who was sitting across the room with the crew, and pointed to Gyu. 

“Can you tell your best friend to stop being annoying?”

“Can you tell your girlfriend to stop being dramatic?” Mingyu retaliated.

“I’m not picking sides!” Wonwoo shouted back and held up his hands in surrender.

You let your jaw drop. “I’ll remember that, Jeon.”

“Baby, I-” Wonwoo started to defend himself, but fell silent when the producer got up from her chair and approached you and Mingyu who were sitting behind the camera. 

“Which one of you wants to take this?” she asked, holding up a large insulated jug full of paper strips. 

“I’ll take it,” Mingyu offered and set the cup in his lap. 

“What a gentleman,” you said, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. 

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” he muttered, “because you’re so fucking annoying.”

“Thank you.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

The producer gave you both a sideways look. “Are you guys alright? Should we take a minute before starting?”

“No, we’re fine,” you assured her.

“We don’t actually hate each other,” Mingyu added, “this is just how... we are.”

She didn’t look any less concerned, but nodded anyway. “Okay, well remember what your director said about playing up your chemistry to promote the show. And when we call action just give a quick slate and start reading the tweets.”

She walked back over to her spot next to the cameraman and took a seat before looking over a checklist that had been handed to her and writing some notes on it.

“Nervous?” Mingyu whispered to you as you both waited for your cue.

“A little,” you admitted. “You?”

“I’m a bit on edge,” he concurred. “Mostly because your boyfriend is about to watch me read filthy comments about you on-camera.”

You glanced over at Wonwoo who gave you an encouraging smile and a thumbs-up. “He’ll be fine. How bad can they be?”

From a distance, the producer you had just spoken to called for everyone to be quiet on set and signaled the cameras to start rolling. You perked up and straightened your dress, waiting for Mingyu to take the lead. 

“Hi guys, I’m Kim Mingyu.”

“And I’m y/n y/l/n.”

“You might recognize us from our new Netflix series, Breaking Curfew, where we play opposite each other in what you might call a... complicated romantic relationship.”

“We’re enemies with benefits,” you summarized. “And today we’re here with Buzzfeed to read thirst tweets about each other.”

“Ladies first,” Mingyu said and held the cup out to you.

You closed your eyes and sifted through the strips of paper with one hand, selecting one at random. 

“Okay, this one’s about you. ‘Kim Mingyu has the prettiest eyes’.” You grinned as you watched your co-star’s cheeks turn pink. “He’s totally blushing right now! We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff!”

“Thank you very much to whoever tweeted that,” Mingyu said and cleared his throat. 

“I agree with this person,” you continued, “you do have really pretty eyes.”

“Aw, thank you, y/n.”

“You’re welcome.”

“My turn.” Mingyu closed his eyes and rummaged around the cup before picking one. “‘Someone tell y/n y/l/n that I’m single and I get a discount at Olive Garden if she ever wants to let me take her out on a date’.”

You chuckled. “I do like Olive Garden.”

“She’ll get back to you on that one, mate,” Mingyu said quickly and let the crumpled piece of paper fall to the floor. 

You took that as a sign to move on so you reached into the jug and pulled out another tweet.

“Oh, this one’s about me again. ‘Y/n y/l/n scissor me challenge’.” You clapped a hand over your mouth in shock and thrust the slip of paper towards Mingyu.

“You know what, props for being so bold. What do you think, y/n? Are you going to take them up on the offer?”

“I’ll think about it,” you managed to choke out, sending Mingyu into a laughing fit. You fanned yourself with your hand as you tried to recover and motioned for your co-star to read another one. “Your turn.”

“‘Kim Mingyu and y/n y/l/n are my dream celebrity threesome,’” he read. “What a compliment, don’t you think?”

“Oh, for sure,” you agreed and winked as you held your hand to your ear in a call me motion. 

“These are just getting more and more vulgar, aren’t they?” Mingyu asked. 

“I don’t know that anything can beat the scissoring one,” you pointed out as you fished another tweet from the bucket. “Another one about Mingyu, okay. ‘I wanna suck Kim Mingyu’s soul through his dick then spit it back in his face’.” You blinked at the piece of paper in front of you in shock, scanning back over it to make sure you had read it right the first time. “Jesus... christ.”

Mingyu smirked and nudged your shoulder with his. 

You ignored him and pointed a finger at the camera in disgust. “I cannot believe you made me read this with my own two eyes. I could have lived my entire life without seeing those words in a sentence together!”

“I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received,” Mingyu countered, running a thumb along his jawline cockily. 

“No, I have beef with whoever tweeted that now.”

“You’re just jealous that I like this tweet better than the threesome one.”

You sighed. “This interview was a bad idea. Your head is already so god damn big.”

Mingyu opened his mouth to retaliate, but paused like he had thought better of it and took a deep breath to compose himself. 

“Anyway, moving on.”

You watched as he sifted through the tweets and chose one from the bottom, reading it to himself and grinning slightly before reading it aloud. 

“‘Petition for y/n y/l/n to start an OnlyFans because I just know her tits are incredible. I can feel it in my bones’.”

You brought your hands up to your boobs self-consciously and laughed. “I don’t know about that, but thank you.”

“I’ve seen them,” Mingyu added nonchalantly, “and I can confirm that twitter user ‘geminisuns’ is correct.”

“Mingyu!” 

“What? Do you know how many sex scenes we had to shoot? We’ve seen each other naked plenty of times.”

You looked back over to the crew and made eye contact with the producer. “Do you see what I have to deal with?”

“Maybe we should take a quick break,” she suggested and motioned for the cameras to stop rolling. “Get a drink, freshen up and be back here in five.”

“Do you think they’re going to use that part?” Mingyu asked as he followed you over to the water cooler. 

“I don’t know, dude,” you sighed in annoyance, “but great fucking job. The whole world already thinks we’re boning.”

“I don’t know about the whole world.” You glared at him. “Wonwoo knows we’re not.”

Wonwoo. You had nearly forgotten that your boyfriend was there on set with you. You looked around for him, and saw him still sitting in his designated guest chair looking at his phone. You could only imagine what he must be thinking of all of this. You should probably say something to him. 

You told Mingyu that you’d be back and made your way across the room to Wonwoo. Even from a distance you could tell that he was upset. 

His knuckles were pale and his jaw was tight. He didn’t look up at you when you approached him. 

“Sorry this is taking longer than expected,” you said, brushing a stray curl out of his eyes. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured in response, still not looking at you. 

You sighed and draped yourself across him, slinging your arms loosely across his shoulders as you leaned down to see what he was doing on his phone. He was scrolling aimlessly on Instagram, not even liking any of the posts. 

“If you’re bored you can leave,” you said curtly and stood back up. 

“I’m not bored.”

“You’re not even paying attention to the shoot.”

“Trust me, it’s impossible not to. I’ve been trying to tune it out for the past ten minutes with no luck.”

“Why would you not want to pay attention?” you demanded even though the answer was sitting right in front of you. “This is a big deal for me.”

Wonwoo swallowed and finally looked up at you. “I know, baby. It’s just- do you know how hard it is to listen to my best friend talk about doing all of these dirty things to you-”

“He’s my best friend too,” you pointed out in a quiet hiss. “The only reason we’re together is because of him.”

Sometimes you felt the need to remind Wonwoo that you had known Mingyu longer than you had known him. If Gyu hadn’t brought him to set all those times back when you were filming in the fall, you wouldn’t even know about each other’s existence. 

“I know that.”

“You’ve done interviews like this before,” you argued. 

“I know,” he repeated.

“Then why are you being like this?” He didn’t answer, so you kept going. “You know my bare ass has been on tv, right-”

“Don’t,” Wonwoo warned and grabbed your wrist.

You gasped and flexed your fingers gingerly in his grasp, challenging him. “Don’t what?” 

“Y/n,”

“Don’t... act like I want to fuck your best friend?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re enjoying this.” It wasn’t a question.

“Don’t pretend like I’d rather fulfill those tweets with him instead of you? Give the people what they want?”

You had to bite your tongue before you went any further and said something you might regret. Your words had already had the desired effect. You didn’t even have to look at Wonwoo’s lap to know that he was struggling not to get hard. 

You could see it in his eyes. The arousal that had turned the warm brown into black. The way he was looking at you told you everything you needed to know. You wondered if you would even make it back home before he’d break, if he would pull the car over on the side of the road and take you then and there. 

Your knees were weak at the mere thought of what you were in for later that night. Making Wonwoo jealous was admittedly one of your favorite pastimes, purely for selfish reasons. Possessive sex was arguably the best sex. The teasing, the hair-pulling, the choking, the face-fucking, all hit different when Wonwoo was reminding you who you belonged to. 

Wonwoo released your wrist from his grip and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Are you finished?”

You shook your head and grinned. “Just getting started.”

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[ptergwen]

hi I saw your requests were open if there not anymore you can completely ignore this :). but could you do a boyfriend!peter x reader where he loves it when reader gives him those little kisses on his nose and freckles with head scratches please. feel free to change or completely ignore this <3

thousands of tiny stars

pretend i haven’t used this

warnings: a couple suggestive jokes but the rest is just floofy fluff

a/n: i got carried away as per usual and i did end up changing it a tiny bit :/ emphasis on tiny tho lmfhsjfh you’ll see ! either way i hope you enjoy mwah

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one thing about peter is that he absolutely can’t sit still under any given circumstances. he’s restless, like a burning ball of energy that’s brightness never dims.

because of this, he tries to and needs to keep himself occupied and be kept occupied every second of every day.

it’s sometimes playing with his fingers or your own, which peter prefers because he gets to hold your hand. other times, it’s tapping his favorite pink glitter pen relentlessly against the kitchen table while he conjures up homework answers.

aunt may isn’t very fond of that one.

this time, it’s constantly shuffling about the couch in the name of finding comfort.

peter starts off with an arm around your shoulders and a content grin on his face. you two agreed on mean girls for the first movie of your marathon, your head resting against peter’s chest as the tv steals your attention.

a few minutes in, peter decides he feels like being held rather than holding you. he sneaks his way down your body, lets himself nudge your thighs to wordlessly communicate what he wants. you of course oblige and switch positions accordingly.

peter lays his head in your lap, taking the opportunity to stare up at you instead of at the screen.

he finds himself shifting around again not too much later. now laying on the couch’s armrest on his side, he kicks his feet into your lap where his head just was.

you’re becoming slightly annoyed with his fidgeting. his explanations of sorry, just trying to get comfortable and innocent smiles are what stop you from complaining.

“that’s strike three, parker,” you joke, eyes leaving the movie to fix on him. peter crosses his arms over his chest. “i dunno what you’re talking about, y/l/n,” he insists. “i haven’t done anything remotely strike-worthy so far this evening.”

flicking his sock clad foot, you mutter your response. “debatable.” peter dismisses you with a huff. “whatever. c’mere… i miss you.” he makes grabby hands for you, like the big baby he is.

it’s quite endearing, though.

“i’m right here, pete,” you laugh out and return your gaze to mean girls. “and yet, you’re so far,” peter counters. “come gimme cuddles.”

you sigh lightheartedly, your ever so clingy boyfriend still reaching out for you. a smirk pulls at your lips.

“well, there’s an offer i can’t refuse.”

peter adjusts so he’s sitting criss cross, bouncing excitedly in his spot. his chocolate brown curls fall in all directions, form being swallowed by an oversized stark industries hoodie that he keeps having to roll up the sleeves of.

he looks so soft and snuggly in anticipation of your cuddle session. you can’t believe you were ever annoyed at him.

slightly annoyed.

he’s so eager that when you scoot the tiniest bit towards him, he literally pulls you into his lap. peter’s arms hug you around your lower back, you laughing quietly as he peppers a trail of kisses from your cheek to the side of your neck.

the movie long forgotten about, you wind your arms around his neck and tilt your chin up.

“pete?” you breathe out. peter pecks your cheek once more, then your other, beaming. “yeah, babe?” he wonders. with a half serious half teasing glare, you wonder, “are you comfy now?”

peter ponders your question, and from the skeptical furrowing of his eyebrows and biting of his lip, you have your answer. he’s about to make you regret asking.

it seems that as soon as you settle, peter gets antsy.

“uh, actually…” he strokes his thumb along the underside of your chin, smiling apologetically. “you mind if we lie down? ‘m kinda tired.” there it is. you roll your eyes. “how could you not be? you’ve been playing musical chairs all night.”

your words earn a chuckle from peter, though they’re at his expense. “this’ll be the last round, promise,” peter swears and seals the deal with a kiss to your chin, which is currently grasped between his fingers.

you know it won’t be. the game goes on forever with peter, unless you end it yourself.

“damn right, bug boy. move another inch after this and you can consider your cuddle privileges revoked,” you grumble, getting off of peter’s lap. he stares at you in pure horror, gasping. “you wouldn’t…” “i would,” you correct him.

not aiming to test that theory, peter quickly fumbles around and lays flat against the cushions. he wills himself to be stiff as a board. you seem satisfied with that, climbing on top of him with your face hovering above his.

peter sets his hands on your hips, grip strong. he closes the space between you both with a short kiss. you reciprocate and deepen it, turning short to long as your parted lips slot with his. his tongue darts out, already skimming over your bottom lip for more access.

you hum into his mouth and allow his tongue to slide in. peter kisses you so tenderly as he rubs circles on your hips, your fingers tangling in his locks simultaneously. you weave them up to his roots, using your nails to gently scratch at his scalp just the way he likes. he breaks the kiss to let out a noise close to a moan.

“that- that… oh, god yeah,” peter praises, his eyes fluttering closed. you’re amused at how easily pleased he is. “don’t cream your pants yet, pete. i’m just getting started,” you purr. peter squeezes your hips in response. “feels better than an orgasm, babe. i’m serious, too,” he murmurs.

you continue your handiwork in his hair and lean in for another kiss. peter merely pecks your lips before jerking away.

“wait, hold that thought,” he exhales a breathy laugh. “i gotta pee.”

he has to be kidding. again with this?

“oh no, you don’t,” you deadpan, pushing against his shoulders to hold him down. “oh yes, i do,” peter retorts. “let me go, y/n/n.”

peter could definitely slither out from underneath you if he truly wanted to. he has super strength, so the might of his teenage girlfriend doesn’t quite compare.

pinning him in place, you straddle his waist. “nope, you’re gonna stay. i’m not giving you a choice in the matter.” peter attempts to pry you off of him, but you won’t budge. “y/n, my bladder is gonna explode-“

he cuts himself off with a giggle when your lips begin to attack him. you kiss down the bridge of his nose lightly, peck each freckle dotting his skin, and the amount of them is infinite. peter’s fit of giggles continues as you smooch that pretty face of his, his cheeks dusted pink and hands coming up to support you by your sides.

he’s always been a little insecure about his freckles. they don’t suit him, there are too many of them, blah blah blah. you obviously couldn’t disagree more. you think they’re sick.

you’d once even told him they look like thousands of tiny stars, and peter does love stars. he also loves the kisses you tend to randomly surprise him with to remind him to appreciate his freckles the same way you do.

“okay, okay! i’ll stay!” peter concedes, you ruffling his hair and pressing a final kiss to the tip of his nose. he grins despite himself, and secretly wishes you wouldn’t stop. “but, if my kidneys fail… it’s on you.”

you pat his chest definitively.

“good thing you’re a fast healer.”