#but he just wanted some sign that they missed him even tho they did give it before the game

[jrueships]

hes so funny to me

[laudthingcat]

JJK// Your top lifts up while you sleep pt.2

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Choso Kamo

Tags: nsfw content, somnophilia, cnc

Part 2 of the series!! I really loved how the first part turned out so i want to continue it 💕 You can read part one here ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

Note: it’s been over a year since i posted this and i am growing tired of all the comments from blank blogs and blogs that belong to minors attacking me for making a fictional character fuck another fictional character in their sleep in a fictional story. Grow the fuck up and learn not to fucking read a story if you dont like the tags?? To everyone else who knows how to differentiate fiction from reality, i love you pookies <3

Masterlist

Gojo: After another week away from you because of his work, he was finally excited to get back home to you. It was past midnight when he entered the apartment so he tried his best to be as quiet as possible since he was absolutely sure you were already asleep, and he was right. Entering the bedroom he saw you peacefully sleeping while hugging his pillow. He smiled to himself knowing that you missed him as much as he missed you. Making his way towards the bed, he could see you better, easily noticing this time that your top was almost completely rolled up and that you were not wearing any shorts at all. His face lit up since he really missed all of you. Taking a seat on the bed next to you, he leaned in and started leaving soft kisses on your exposed shoulder, slowly moving lower and lower, until he reached your thighs. God, he loved your thighs. Everything about them was perfect. Giving them a soft bite, he chuckled the moment you squeezed your thighs together. It was always a sign that you were getting horny and he knew it.

He had to check it so he slightly moved your panties aside, just enough for his hand to make its way inside of them. Using his middle finger he caressed your pussy before inserting it and a second one inside of you. Just as he thought, you were already wet and ready for a good pounding. So not wasting any more time, he got rid of his clothes and placed himself on top of you. After stroking his already erect cock a couple times, he lined it under your pussy. Grabbing a hold of your hip, he started moving. In between soft whimpers, he quietly laughed because he knew you’d get angry at him if you were awake since you absolutely hate being teased. You took him by surprise when you squeezed your thighs together once more, making him almost cum on the spot. Embarrassed, he cursed the fact that he was so excited, so he quickened the pace, knowing for sure that he won’t last for much longer. Not much longer after, he entered your pussy and pushing as far in as possible, he came inside of you.

Leaning in once more, he placed a tired kiss on your forehead. "A little warm surprise for tomorrow morning"

Choso: Waking up in the middle of the night isn't something uncommon for Choso. He's been struggling with insomnia since he can remember. What he'd usually do is stay in bed and watch you sleep while waiting for the morning to come. This particular night tho it was a bit different. When he woke up you were no longer in his arms. You were sleeping on your back, with your legs conveniently opened and your top no longer covering your abdomen and chest. The sight made him hard on the spot and there was nothing he wanted to do more than touch you. He hesitated at first, thinking that it wouldn't be ok for him to do so, even tho, as he clearly remembers, you did talk about this before, and you ensured him that you are absolutely fine and actually looking forward to that happening at some point. Making up his mind, he changed his position, now sitting next to you instead of laying down.

Being sure that you want that as much as he does, he went straight for your chest. Still very careful with his touches so that you wouldn't wake up, he cupped one of your tits and started squeezing and playing with it while devouring the other one with his mouth, all while rubbing his knee against your clothed pussy. Your tits were so soft, he could never get enough of them. But there was something he was even more excited about. The thought of filling you up with his cum from coming inside of you as many times and he wants without you even knowing was getting him on a whole different level of excitement.

He did just as he said. He came inside of you until you were full. He made you come multiple times too. He even managed to fall back asleep, too exhausted to actually stay awake as usual. When you woke up you were very excited to tell him about the dream you had, to which he paid full attention. He's found something else to do from now on when his insomnia kicks in.

Note: I haven't wrote anything in over a year so i dunno if i still have it but oh well what never stopped was me being horny so i hope you enjoy it 🫶🏻

[christhopersturniolo]

୨ HOCKEY PROBLEMS ୧

summary: you have been having some problems in your relationship with Chris, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t loves you.

notes: this is my first time writing a fanfic, I've always wanted to create one since 2020. english isn't my first language, it's probably not very detailed and there might be some mistakes, so don't expect too much lol. but give me feedback tho, l'd love to know what you think!

warnings: sexual assault, cussing, fluff, about three thousand words I think.

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My relationship with my boyfriend Chris is not the best. Well, at least, not now.

Lately we’ve been arguing all day long over stupid things, like who gets the last slice of pizza, or who gets the last word in a discussion. And it always ends in the same way. Silent treatment, from both sides. But it's not like Chris or I enjoy it. Most nights, I hear him in the bathroom, where he spend hours in tears. It’s horrible and makes me feel like a piece of shit. Hearing him cry only adds to my own feelings of guilt.

And how do we make things up? Sex, over and over. He would fuck the attitude out of me if he had to.

Me and Chris made a pinky promise that I would never miss any of his Hockey games. And I never did, cause i know how much my presence is important to him. And especially cause we are always in good terms the days before any of his games, but not today, we just argued again about nothing, we haven't talked for the past two days.

Nick and Matt, Chris's brothers, usually text me and offer to pick me up for Chris's games, but this time, their texts never came. It’s like they knew how our relationship was going. Chris definitely told them something.

Now you see myself driving to the arena where he plays in, the game is about to start in 20 minutes, and with this traffic, I don’t know if I will be there in time.

Red sign for the past 5 minutes. I have cars in front of me, behind me and next to me. Fuck. I start getting anxious. My nerves are on edge. I bit my nails subconsciously, the habit I got from my dad. My leg starts shaking. I can’t mess up things even more, I gotta be there, I have to be there.

After what feels like an eternity stuck in traffic, the car in front of me finally starts moving. I let out a sigh of relief as I find a parking spot. After that, I enter the venue where Chris plays (Which wasn’t that big, cause he plays in a small team in our city.)

Before taking a seat I scan the crowd anxiously, searching for any familiar faces, no one, I can’t find anyone, not even his two brothers. “Fuck it” I mumble to myself and I just get in a seat with some random people next to me.

The game is about to start, the crowd is already cheering. The players are drinking water and getting ready to get in the rink. My eyes examine each one of them, looking for Chris, number three. He was with a serious face. ‘Are he’s eyes red?’ I think to myself as I narrow my eyes, my vision is bad as shit, but I can tell he’s eyes are all puffy. He has some big dark circles underneath his pretty blue eyes, he looks fucking exhausted, It was evident that he was crying just now.

The players finally begin to take to the ice, their skates gliding across the surface as they prepare for the game to begin.

On Chris's team, there are six talented players, used to winning every single game. However, this time, they were against a really good team. Chris hated that team. I hated that team. Well, not really the team, but one of the players: Cam, Cameron.

Cam is a completely fucking jerk, in college he would always try to hit on me, but I’ve never really went with his face, what would get on his nerves, especially when I started dating Chris. It went to the point where he would force me to have intimate things with him. He was the worst human alive, and I would do anything to see him dead.

FLASHBACK

I just had PE, finding myself alone in the girls locker room as I change clothes. The sound of the front door opening echoed, followed by quiet footsteps creeping up behind me, sending shivers down my spine. I try to ignore it.

As I slipped my shirt back on, I felt two hands grip the sides of my hips, and a warm breath brushed against my neck. I freeze for two seconds. I know this is not Chris. Without thinking, I instinctively push the hands away and I turn around quickly, only to come face to face with Cameron.

I glare at him, my heart racing with a mix of fear and anger. His smirk widens as he takes a step closer, invading my personal space. "What's the rush, sweetheart?" He whispers, his voice dripping with arrogance.

I take a step back feeling the wall behind me getting closer "What are you even doing here? Get the fuck away from me, Cameron" I say firmly, trying to sound like i’m not scared, but the reality is that I’m pissing my pants.

He chuckles like he’s making fun of me, his eyes glinting with malice. "Or what? You'll tell your precious boyfriend Chris?" He teases, moving closer until I can feel his breath on my face. grabbing my waist and pinning them against the wall. "Come on, babe, you know you want it as much as I do.." he affirms, leaning in to kiss me, touching his lips on mines.

“Get the fuck away!” I whisper yell as i try to punch him away but he grabs my wrists. I struggle against his hold, but his grip tightens, his fingers digging into my skin, definitely leaving red marks.

I don’t know what to do. I can’t move. I start panicking. This is my end.

Tears blur my vision as I plead "Cameron, stop!" My voice trembles with fear as he kisses me, his lips rough and demanding against mine. Each kiss is a painful reminder of my vulnerability. Each kiss feels like a violation. I feel dirty, tainted by his touch everywhere in my body. A wave of nausea churns in the pit of my stomach as I try to move him away from me.

"Stop fucking fighting, you are not getting away from me" He murmurs against my lips "You deserve this, you want this.” I try to move as he keeps pinning me "You think I don’t see the eyes you give me when I walk by? Huh slut?" He scoffs, his hot breath against my face. "You were begging for this."

“I wasn’t begging for any of this. I never gave him any ‘eyes,’ he’s fucking delusional!” I think to myself, but my words remain trapped in my throat, suffocated.

As his lips travel down to my neck, leaving a trail of unwanted kisses, I can’t do anything more than start crying and screaming, kicking my legs and arms.

I never went back to those lockers again.

END OF THE FLASHBACK

I hated him so fucking much, and Chris did even more. And now, they are about to compete against each other.

The moment Chris stepped onto the rink, I could see his eyes looking for someone known on the crowd. Desperately, I raised my hand and waved, hoping he would spot me. And he did. His face automatically softened into a gentle smile, erasing some of the tension that had been weighing on me, but he was still with his tired eyes.

The game started with an intensity that matched the tension in the air. Both teams were determined to win. Cameron eyes were burning with rage. At this point, they weren’t competing as a team, it wasn’t about the game, it was about their personal life.

As the game progressed, the rivalry between them two escalated. They began to argue on the ice, each vying for control of the puck with increasing aggression.

Chris managing to gain possession of the puck and score two goals in less than five minutes. But Cam, folded by his own anger, refused to back down. Without thinking he charged towards him at full speed. Cameron swung his stick, causing Chris to trip and fall hard onto the ice.

“What the fuck is he doing?” I say out loud as I get up from my seat to get a better view. Chris remained on the ground for what felt like an eternity, clearly in pain. Every player on the ice stopped and looked around confused without knowing what to do, but not Cameron. He keeps going with the puck in direction to make a goal, with a visible smile on his lips. But then he notices how everyone really stopped and he slows down too, annoyed, not showing any regret.

The thing is, my boyfriend is in a fetal position on the ice, unable to move and no one is doing anything about it? That’s not happening, not with Chris. Without a second thought, I get up from my seat, whispering apologies to those I brushed past as I made my way to the rink. Ignoring the stares and comments from the crowd, I stepped onto the ice, my focus solely on reaching Chris. I get in the rink. I don’t give a shit about who’s watching me.

Kneeling beside Chris. His nose was bleeding, he looked pale and disoriented. Gently, I placed a hand on his shoulder, my voice trembling with concern. "Chris" I whisper, my voice shaking "Are you okay? Please look at me..” I beg in a desperate tone

Chris struggled to respond, his voice barely above a whisper as he fought through the pain "Y-Yeah.. I’m fine.." His eyes half-closed in discomfort.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps drew my attention, and I glanced up to see some of the players from both teams getting around us, their expressions a mix of confusion and concern. Sensing the seriousness of the situation, a few of them hurried off to get help, while others stood by, unsure of what to do.

“Is he okay?” One of Chris's teammates asked as he knelt beside me, his voice filled with worry.

My anxiety spiked at the sight of Chris's condition, and I couldn't help but let my frustration show. "No, he’s not!" I replied, my voice unintentionally louder than intended. "Don’t you guys have nurses or some kind of medical staff here?!"

The teammate glanced back at me, his expression uncertain. "Yeah, I’m pretty sure they're on their way, don’t worry, he will be fine” He said sounding unsure.

I gently place Chris head on my lap, whispering sweet and calming words on his ear while we wait for someone help us. What I was saying was comforting me more than Chris.

Finally the arena's medical staff arrived, urging us to clear the area around Chris. They place him on a stretcher and wheeling him out of the rink. As they took Chris away, I followed closely behind them, my steps quickening to keep pace with their hurried movements. "Hey, excuse me," I called out to one of the workers, my voice tinged with desperation "Is it okay if I stay with him?" But they seemed way too focused on their task, ignoring me completely as they rushed Chris to a small emergency room they had here, leaving me behind on the hallway, my heart pounded with worry and frustration. But before I could even process what was happening, a familiar voice cut through the silence. I turn around,

Cameron.

"Look who it is" He says, his gaze fixated on me with an unsettling intensity. "Never thought I'd see you here, playing the concerned girlfriend” He chuckles.

My blood boiled at his words, the memories of his unwanted advances and aggressive behavior flooding back with nauseating clarity. "You're sick, Cameron." My voice trembling with rage “You can’t even stand losing a fucking game, you are insane.” I stay some seconds in silence before talking again "You better stay the hell away from me and Chris."

Cameron's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he reveled in my discomfort. "Or what?" He teases, taking a step closer "You gonna hit me? Huh?” He talks in a mocking way

I raised my hand and delivered a good slap on his left cheek, the sound echoing through the empty hallway. "I fucking hate you!" I yell, my voice trembling with rage as I glared at him with undisguised contempt.

Before Cameron could react, the sound of approaching footsteps coming in our attention, and I glanced up to see some of Chris's teammates rushing towards us, their expressions a mix of concern and confusion.

"What's going on here?" The same blonde guy with a four in his shirt asks, his voice tinged with urgency as he eyed Cameron with suspicion.

"Nothing," he muttered, attempting to regain his composure, "I was just.. checking on Chris. But the workers said we have to wait, and unfortunately, I've got somewhere else to be." Cameron lies, fuck he’s good at lying.

He gets closer to me, placing his hand on my shoulder, rubbing it gently. “I hope he gets better” He said in a fake nice tone, like he means it, I move his hand away from me, making him get slightly angry again, he leaves. I watch him go, feeling a sense of relief wash over me knowing that he was finally out of here.

Turning back to Chris's teammate, I say “Anyways..” I take a deep breath “I will just wait here until they say something”

The blonde one nods understanding. “Yeah, that sounds like a plan to me” He replies, his voice filled with sympathy “So, the game was canceled, and we got shit to do, so we can’t really wait here”

“Yeah sure, no problem, I understand” I respond, I try to sound so nice as he is sounding “I'll make sure Chris texts you guys after he leaves the room.”

Chris's teammate nodded appreciatively and they all began to leave to the same direction as Cameron. I sit into a chair next to the door where Chris was, my mind racing thinking about Chris.

Some good ten minutes after, one of the workers is leaving the room, I look up at him, catching his attention. “Excuse me,” I begin, my voice laced with anticipation “can I see Chris?”

He nods, offering a small smile. “Of course, go ahead” He replies kindly before disappearing down the hallway.

Before I enter the room, I take a few deep breaths to control my anxiety. Knocking gently on the door, I slowly open it. He was sitting in a long bench with elastic bandage on his ankle and wrist. Chris's eyes light up at the moment he sees me and a warm smile spreads across his face.

“Shit Chris, I just slapped Cameron in the face!” I say as I close the door behind me. Chris immediately starts laughing. his laugh is contagious. I sit down next to him. “You did not” He keeps laughing

“What’s so funny? I’m being serious” I chuckle, feeling the tension ease from my mind as Chris's laughter fills the room.

"I'm sorry, babe" he says between laughs "But when was that?”

“Literally like fifteen minutes ago! Gosh he’s so fucking annoying! And did you see the way he literally made you fall on purpose? I could break his face right now” I say in a dramatic tone, making him laugh even more.

“Anyways he doesn’t matter..” I look around thinking about what to say “So what did the nurses say?”

Chris's laughter subsides as he leans back against the bench, his expression growing more serious “Nothing much.. I just sprained my foot and my wrist, but nothing much”

“Nothing much?!” I say slightly shocked with his words.

Chris chuckles softly, shaking his head at my reaction. "Okay, maybe it's a bit more than 'nothing much,' but I'll survive" He says with a reassuring smile, though I can see the pain behind his eyes.

I gently reach his injured hand, my thumb tracing comforting circles on the back of his hand. "I'm just glad it's nothing too serious," I say softly, my voice filled with genuine concern. "But still, I can't believe Cameron did that to you! He's such a pussy!" My last sentence makes Chris laugh again.

As I watch him, a sense of relief washes over me, knowing that despite everything, we are still able to find humor in the situation.

Some minutes talking until the silence fills back the room. We are definitely both thinking about the argument we had days ago, cause we didn’t talked since.

“I.. I wasn’t expecting for you to watch the game today” Chris says slightly looking down.

I stay in silence for some seconds “Listen, Chris" I begin, my voice soft but determined "About the arguments we've been having lately.. I know things haven't been the best.. But..” I sigh “But I still care about you, and I always will.”

Chris looks up at me, his eyes softening with emotion as he listens to my words. "I care about you too" He says, his voice filled with sincerity. "I hate that we've been arguing so much, especially over stupid shit.. I just.. I don't want to lose you.”

A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I reach out to gently cup his cheek. "You're not going to lose me, Chris." I assure him. My thumb brushing over his skin affectionately.

He gently buries his face on the crook of my neck, I lay my chin on the top of his head, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close.

"I'm sorry for everything," Chris murmurs against my skin. "I don't want us to keep fighting like this."

Now I run my fingers through his hair, feeling a sense of peace settle over us. "I'm sorry too.." My voice sounding like a whisper. "Let's try to work through this together, okay?" He nods softly.

I kiss his head “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He answers quietly.

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hey, this is the end! i hope you have enjoyed it, if u saw any miss spelling or anything tell me in the comments, please.

also, i think it got kinda confusing cause i was using words on the past and in the present, but idk 😭😭

[nilolemillion]

Okay, so here’s this Batfamily headcanon I’ve been thinking about.

Jason Todd takes Fridays as his ‘day off’ to ‘rest,’ (because of course, none of the Batfamily actually rests). Tim Drake, on the other hand, claims Wednesdays as his day off, mainly to balance out his detective work with tactical planning. But here’s the twist: no matter what their schedule looks like, every Thursday, without fail, they all come together for brunch.

And when I say brunch, I don’t mean a peaceful, chill, serene break. No, it’s basically their weekly therapy session, except it’s filled with prime shit-talking. They spend the time roasting each other, complaining about Bruce, dragging the villain of the week, or venting about how their respective teams are ‘a bunch of dumbasses’ (even though they’d probably die for them).

Now picture this:

Bruce needs Tim to sign some important Wayne Enterprises paperwork- Tim’s the one leading the project. So Bruce heads over to his office, expecting to just drop the papers off and get it done. But when he arrives, Tim’s secretary politely informs him, “It’s Thursday, sir.” And Bruce just has to smile, play it cool, and respond with, “Oh, right! Silly me. Almost forgot. Thanks, Margaret!” as he walks away.

But inside? Bruce is dying. The best detective in the world, and he has no idea what ‘It’s Thursday’ even means?! He’s fucking pissed. How did he miss something so obvious? But of course, he doesn’t ask- he would rather dive off a rooftop than admit he doesn’t know something. Obviously.

Meanwhile, over in Roy Harper’s world, Roy is losing his mind trying to find Jason. He’s checked everywhere. Everywhere. He knows Jason can be sneaky when he wants to be, but this is different. Usually, Jason’s more chill when it comes to Roy. At some point, Roy’s genuinely wondering if Jason’s turned this into a really unannounced, fucking terrible game of hide-and-seek.

How on earth do you lose a guy who’s 6’0”, loaded with guns, and wearing that ridiculously bold red helmet? Seriously, how?! Roy eventually gives up and leaves a voicemail: “Okay man, I’m out. I’m done playing, I’m not giving you the victory tho.”

And yet, right at that very moment, there’s Jason. Sitting across from Tim in a small coffee shop in New York. They’re completely at ease, sipping espresso and eating waffles, chocolate cupcakes, and all the sweet stuff Jason can barely handle because he’s clogged up from all the sugar.

Jason, mid-rant, says, “I swear to God, Dickhead needs to learn how to set some boundaries. The way he lets everyone be so co-dependent on him is both impressive and pathetic.”

Without missing a beat, Tim, sipping his coffee like he didn’t just call Dick a dozen times three days ago because he’d had six espressos and was spiraling from anxiety, responds with the most sarcastic tone: “Tell me about it. I was thinking of giving him a ‘How to Set Limits’ book for his birthday.”

And don’t even start with “ugh that so not canon” stfu bitch. Here you go. The comic is Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011), which is probably in my top ten from all time, even tho I love the 2016 one. This is the issue #8, 10/10 totally recommended.

[lavendertom]

The Neighbor Across the Street pt. 5

Mike Schmidt x Babysitter!f!Reader

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 6

wc: 3.6k

warnings: angst, little bit sad (if y’all can stick thru this ONE part 🫶), fluff sprinkled in some parts (as always, lmk if there’s anything i’ve missed)

summary: the neighbor across the street needs a babysitter, so you take the job, not knowing what’s in store for you as you grow closer to the siblings. AU where nothing bad ever happens at the pizzeria.

A/N: this is gonna be the “hard” chapter, but it’ll all be worth it for part 6, the official finale of the series 🥹 no worries tho, i still plan on expanding the story once it’s over!!!

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You could barely focus in any of your classes today. Your mind was full of thoughts about one person and one person only: Mike. All of the things that happened in such a short amount of time were eating you alive. You couldn’t take any of it anymore. In a way, you wished Abby hadn’t told you about her secret. You didn’t want something as silly as a “crush” to get in the way of your goal of keeping Abby and Mike happy.

As you drove home from your classes, you didn’t know what to expect that evening. You knew he probably wanted to clear up whatever had happened the other evening. Maybe he just wanted to tell you he was sorry for not paying you again. But then why did he want you there an hour early? What on earth could he want to talk about for a whole hour with you?

You only ever had two serious conversations with him in the two months or so of knowing him, the one the first night shift of babysitting Abby and during your walk with him just a few days ago.

There was that voice, all the way at the back of your head, that was telling you something completely different. There was a voice that was saying this had to do with Abby’s secret. You attempted to quickly get it out of your head, your hands getting sweaty at the thought as you continued driving home. You hated to admit this was making you more nervous than it should’ve been.

The thought of him waiting at his door until you got home crept into your head once more. The way he saw how you looked back one last time like you’d done every time before. How often did he wait at the door like that? Did he genuinely care about you that much to wait?

When you got home you had an hour until you knew you’d have to be at Mike’s house. Of course today was one of those days where your professors just knew you were having an off day and assigned what felt like 10x more work than usual. You hesitantly took out all of your textbooks and notebooks in an attempt to knock out a few assignments before you left.

As you sat down, something hanging on the headboard of your bed caught your attention. The black hoodie Mike had lent you was there. You truly intended on giving it back to him yesterday since you’d accidentally wore it home the other night. Whether you forgot it by chance or on purpose you couldn’t even remember anymore.

It sat there like a painful reminder of not knowing what was to come later. He said it wasn’t anything bad, but maybe he just didn’t want to stress you out. What if he had to quit the night job, therefore leaving you jobless? You didn’t want to leave them hanging. You didn’t care if you were getting paid consistently or not. You just wanted to be there for them. That was all that mattered to you now.

You continued to sit there, looking at the hoodie, thoughts racing through your mind with no signs of stopping. The textbooks and notebooks all over your desk were never opened, you didn’t have the energy now at least. Not when your leg wouldn’t stop bouncing and stomach was twisted into knots. You kept telling yourself “It’s just your imagination, everything is fine. Everything will be okay.” It was already almost time for you to go, so you threw all the books back into your bag, grabbed the hoodie, and made your way over.

The feelings were mutual back at Mike’s house. Mike wasn’t sure why he felt so anxious about having to talk to you. It really wasn’t a big deal at all. He just wanted to clear up last night and, well, some other things too. He was just as scared of the unknown as you were. The kitchen smelled like pasta cooking as he tried his best to distract himself by making Abby’s dinner. Just incase the conversation went really bad and you didn’t want to stay. Not that he was anticipating that it would go badly.

He stirred the spaghetti as the water bubbled, focusing as best he could on everything but his thoughts.

“Mike why are you making dinner tonight?” Abby interrupted standing by the fridge.

“Thought I’d give Y/n a break for one night.” he said, still looking down at the pot of boiling water.

“She makes it so much better than you do though.” Abby started whining.

“Beggars can’t be choosers Abs.” he said with a sigh.

“What does that mean?” Abby said with a confused tone to her voice.

“Life’s not fair, that’s what it means. You either eat my pasta or nothing.”

He could practically hear the girl roll her eyes in response.

“Well, I’m not hungry right now.”

Now she’s just being a smart ass, Mike thought to himself.

“Good thing Y/n can warm it up for you later when I’m gone.”

“I don’t want to eat it later though. It’s gonna be gross later.” she crossed her arms now, she knew what she was doing.

“Well you’re either gonna eat it now, later, or never. This is what you’re getting for dinner.” Mike was getting more impatient with her sudden attitude.

“Your pasta is gross Mike I’m not eating it.”

“Whatever. I don’t care anymore, don’t eat it.” Way to ruin this evening Abby.

“Why do you have to be so-“

“Abby, just stop! I’m not having this today. Go to your room.” he didn’t realize how much he rose his voice at her. Arguing wasn’t uncommon for them, but he rarely, if ever, rose his voice this much at her. He looked back at her, the young girls eyes were welling with small tears. This evening already wasn’t going as planned and Y/n hadn’t even arrived yet.

“I hate you Mike!” Abby shouted before running to her room, slamming the door shut.

Mike took a deep breath, putting a hand over his face. Why did he always have to mess everything up? He should’ve never asked Y/n to come over early. If he hadn’t asked, then this situation would’ve never happened. He should’ve just let the situation go. He looked back at the pot of spaghetti, the water still bubbling, finally deciding to shut off the stove.

He looked at the landline phone hanging on the wall beside the fridge. It was almost calling his name to pick it up, dial your number, and tell you not to come by anymore. He stepped forward reaching out a hand to pick up the phone. Just before he could start dialing the numbers he heard a door slowly and quietly open.

He looked at the clock on the stove, quickly realizing what time it was. There was no escaping the situation now, for either of you. He walked out of the kitchen, now in the dining room as he watched you shut the door and set down your backpack.

“Hey.” you said in almost a whisper, your usual smile on your face to hide the nervousness that still lurked deep down.

Just like that, time felt slower than ever before for Mike. Honestly, every time he saw you it began feeling more and more like that. It wasn’t like you tried to dress to impress or anything like that. The only times you had a remotely “nice” outfit on were the first few days of babysitting and extremely occasionally after that. Even then, it was nothing more than a pair of jeans and a somewhat nicer t-shirt or sweater.

Your hair was in a low messy ponytail, loose strands of hair falling out of the scrunchie. You wore a t-shirt with your college’s name plastered across the front and extremely baggy black sweatpants. This was a look that was all too familiar to Mike. The days you wore outfits like this were days that school was beating your ass. Those were the days he’d come home and find you still finishing up work at the dinning room table far too late in the night.

The way that an outfit so simple and, for lack of better terms, lazy, could make Mike feel this way felt like a crime to him. He was convinced that any other outfit imaginable would not compare to this. There was no way to explain this, but this just felt different to him.

Maybe it was because of your determination and drive for success. It was something he didn’t see in himself. Maybe he envied that you had that in you and he didn’t. He saw how hard school was. He saw that no matter how hard it got, you were still there on time every time. He wished so much he had that level dedication in him.

That’s when his eyes turned to your hand. It was holding the black hoodie he let you borrow when you stayed for s’mores. He had honestly forgotten he even gave you it, but now he was wondering why you’d brought it back. He really didn’t mind if you’d kept it. Now thinking about it, he wanted you to keep it.

“You didn’t have to make dinner Mike, you know I’ve got it.” your voice, still quiet making sure Abby wouldn’t hear your presence, broke the thoughts in Mikes head and brought him back to reality.

“Yeah, um, about that…” he began, sighing heavily.

“We need to talk.” you immediately noticed the tension that was now forming.

“Yeah.” he pulled a chair out of the dining table for you, and you both quietly sat down.

You both sat in silence for a minute or so. You waited for him to start talking and you were going to give him as long as he needed to gather his thoughts. You focused on the salt and pepper shakers in the middle of the table.

“I’m sorry.” he finally spoke up.

“Why are you sor-“

“Let me explain before you try telling me I have nothing to be sorry about.” he interrupted, his volume significantly louder than before.

You didn’t say anything back, you were ready to let him say whatever he needed to say because clearly he needed it.

“It’s just-“ he paused again, putting his face into his hands. He took a deep breath attempting to gather his thoughts and emotions before he spoke again. He wasn’t going to let them ruin this conversation.

“I don’t deserve you, Y/n.” you finally looked up. Those incredible brown eyes met yours. They almost appeared to have tears forming in them.

“You do so much for us Y/n. You’re here on time every day, no matter how much you had going on during the day. You’re always willing to do literally anything with Abby. All of the dumb things I’ve said no to her about, you’ve said yes. You’re the mother figure she never had. She doesn’t act the same way around me as she does with you. She deserves this so much more than I do. She needs you, Y/n. I don’t deserve any of this. I can rarely pay you on time. I’m putting you in this horrendous situation where you go to class every day, then you come home for 2 hours max and babysit for the entire night. You’re working literally 2 jobs and you didn’t even want this. I accidentally threw you into it, you should’ve just not taken it. It’s not fair. And yesterday when I stormed out without explaining anything, that wasn’t fair either.”

“Mike-“

“You deserve more Y/n. You deserve the world. You have so much motivation and determination in you it’s actually insane. You’re always smiling, always trying to be kind and helpful. You put others before yourself. I just feel that someone like me, the complete opposite of you, doesn’t deserve to have you in my life. I have not even an ounce of dedication or care inside of me. You don’t deserve to have to put up with all my crap. You just don’t Y/n.” he stopped, still looking you in the eyes.

You really wanted to break down and sob. How could he think he’s worth nothing? How does he not see all the effort and care he puts into taking care of Abby? He’s trying a whole lot harder than other people who have half the worries in life that he has.

“How long have you felt this way?” you said quietly, you knew if you spoke any louder than a whisper you’d start crying.

“Since the moment you first came by to try out the job.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” small, but noticeable tears were now falling down your face. “You’ve felt this way for almost 2 months and you didn’t say a word?”

“Y/n, please don’t-“

“What do you mean ‘please don’t?’ How am I supposed to brush past this knowing you’ve felt like this for 2 months now?” You wiped the tears off of your face.

Mike was now looking down at the table, avoiding your face at all costs. He knew if he saw you that way, it would be over for him. It was never his intention to make you feel this way, he knew you would care, but he didn’t think you’d care this much.

“Mike, look at me right now.”

His eyes hesitantly met yours. Your heart was beating so fast you could hear it in your head.

“You are the most thoughtful, caring, most determined person I’ve ever met. You sacrifice so so much for Abby and you don’t even realize it. When I talk to Abby, I hear all about a big brother who pours his heart out just for her to be happy. She is so incredibly lucky to have someone who dedicates so much of his time and energy just to make her happy. You didn’t ask for this and I know you’ve been through hell and back, but you do everything for that girl. No matter how much you think she doesn’t see it, you are genuinely her whole world. I have never, ever, met someone so caring in my life. You don’t have to do any of it, yet you are so selfless that you do it.”

“Then why does she hate me? Why does she always say so much about how great you are and how much she loves your cooking more than mine? Why are we always arguing over the stupidest things?”

“That’s what siblings are for Mike.” you said with an airy laugh through your tears. “After I came over to hearing your argument I went to talk to Abby. She said how she thought you hated her, how you’re always working and never do stuff with her anymore. I told her to look at all of the amazing things you do for her, all of the toys and art supplies she is lucky enough to have. I asked her who gets her all of these things. Who works their ass off for her to have the greatest childhood ever? You do, Mike. She just doesn’t know how to put that into words or actions. We’re gonna work on that though, okay?” you reached across the table to grab his hands and held them in yours.

“You need to give yourself a whole lot more credit. All I want is for you guys to be okay.” you smiled, tears still running down your face. “I just want to help you guys in any way I can. I don’t care how much I get paid or how often I get paid, that doesn’t matter to me anymore Mike. I just want to be there for the two of you.”

After all he said, after his vulnerability showed the underlying jealousy he had for you and your kindness you did it once again. You put others before yourself. He didn’t realize you were not going to give up.

“This is exactly why I don’t deserve you.”

“Quit saying that, you deserve me just as much as Abby does.” you squeezed his hands, reassuringly smiling at him. “You’re not getting rid of me.”

All he really wanted to do in this moment was to get up and kiss you. You believed in Abby, and in him, when you didn’t have to. No one was forcing you to do any of this and to know you were taking it upon yourself from the kindness in your heart made Mike feel even crazier for you. You were one of the first people to show genuine care and love to him and Abby since their parents passed away.

“I love you Y/n.”

Those 4 words came out with no thought, no hesitation, no control. It just felt right.

You were both shocked, yet relieved to hear those words. Your next 4 words didn’t have much thought to them either

“I love you too Mike.” you said, not hesitating either. It didn’t feel forced in the slightest, it felt right for both of you. You honestly couldn’t believe what had just happened and neither could Mike. Neither of you would admit it, but you weren’t even sure what to do next.

“Well it took you guys long enough.” a small voice peeped from behind you.

You turned around to see Abby, standing with her arms crossed, a smug look on her face.

“Abby, how long have you been here?” Mike said, quickly letting go of your hand he still had in his.

“Long enough to hear you and Y/n say you love each other.” she said, smiling wide and giggling. “I am so happy you finally told Y/n you have a crush on her! Or did Y/n tell you she has a crush on you?” her eyes lit up with excitement.

“Well, I wouldn’t necessarily say that’s what happened but-“

“Oh, he definitely was the one who told me first.” you smirked after interrupting.

“But who decided to hold hands first?” he quickly responded, returning you a small smirk.

Your face began burning up as you buried your face in your hands for a moment, but you also couldn’t help but laugh. Leave it up to Abby to be little miss matchmaker. Of course she’d sneak her way in to finally see her hard work come together. Once Mike realized there was no point in hiding anything anymore, he grabbed your left hand again and held it in his. It felt almost freeing, like a weight was lifted off of him in multiple ways, to be able to hold your hand.

“Also, I’m hungry.” she chimed in quickly, with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

You and Mike both looked at each other, knowing that the pasta he attempted to cook was probably off the table now. It was also almost time for Mike to go to work now, which he really didn’t want to do anymore, but there was no other choice.

“I’ll just order you guys a pizza.” he said with a smile, a genuine smile. “Y/n doesn’t need to be cooking for you after this, and I know you won’t eat whatever I can make in 10 minutes Abs.”

Abby began jumping around with pure excitement. Probably a little too excited after just offending Mike’s cooking, but that didn’t matter anymore. As long as she was happy and you were happy, Mike was gonna be happy. He was going to start changing his attitude about everything and he wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else than you. It wasn’t going to be easy, but was gonna try his very best.

“You sure Mike? I don’t mind cooking.” you replied.

“Really Y/n?” he said, sarcastically rolling his eyes.

“Okayyy fineee.” you said holding out the endings extra long, just for dramatic effect.

“Thank you Mike!” the Abby shouted, running up to his chair to give him a hug. Mike smiled at you as the young girl clung onto him.

“Thank you.” he mouthed to you.

You gave him a soft smile in response. You looked down at the black hoodie still in your lap. You brought it in the case he wanted it back, but after the conversation you two just had, there’s a good chance he’d want you to have it. Whether that was his original intention for you to keep it or not, you decided you would keep it. A constant reminder of who you were doing this for. Taking this job, you didn’t know what you were getting yourself in to. You also didn’t know why you were so nervous for this conversation. It couldn’t have gone any better. You were ready to go through whatever hardships and challenges you had to for your two favorite neighbors.

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A/N: get ready for part 6 hopefully before thanksgiving 🥳🫶 also trust i see all of ur comments and i wish i could reply to ALLL of them, but i don’t wanna flood the comments! sending each and every one of u and virtual hug rn and love! 🫂 if anyone wants a little preview of what’s to come, check out of my first work my favorite prize, those r the vibes i am going for in part 6 🤗

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[kisses4suna]

can you please give me some really soft suna bf headcannons !!!! i love ur works btw ur my fav suna writerr ahh

SUNA RINTAROU BF HEADCANNONS !

☆ featuring. suna rintarou

☆ a/n. OMFG. anon im so sorry this took me so fkn long to answer. im slowly starting to finish requests people have sent in months ago. i love this idea sm tho!! im so sorry again; i literally deleted tumblr and finally got it backk ill be finishing more requests soon and posting drafts, then during the summer ill post WAY MORE FREQUENTLY. (so be prepared for sm more suna content guys ;))

ps. i might make a p2 for post timeskip suna too so lmk if you’d want that !!

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PRE-TIMESKIP BF SUNA

- suna mfing rintarou will raise your standards to heaven bro. even if he’s only in highschool

- his face will be so deadpanned and neutral but the minute he sees you he grows that small smile that he hopes nobody sees

- he talks about you like crazy to his sister but doesn’t even realize it

- “did you see her new insta post? shes so pretty bro how tf did i pull her”

- “i miss my gf rn”

- “hey do you think y/n would want something like this?”

- his sister loves you, but is so tired of her brother constantly talking about you

- he would choose you over anybody, and anything. even over his airpods. which says a lot for suna

- will literally do anything to spend time with you. he will drop as much as he could on his schedule for you. he just genuinely wants you to be with him all the time. (he’s so clingy its cute but he hates admitting how attached he is to you hes like a lil koala bear hanging onto his branch)

- without you even knowing he signed you up to be a manager for his volleyball team just so you could spend time with him at his practice

- this mf so obsessed with you he got hit in the face with a volleyball because he was too busy looking at you instead of paying attention to the actual practice

- he will ‘go to the bathroom’ during practice just to sneak off underneath the bleachers to give you a quick kiss and talk to you.

- suna isn’t dumb he’s actually really smart just very lazy, so if you were in advanced classes he would literally get his grade up, request a transfer to your advanced classes, just so he could spend more time with you there

- plus he loves seeing you seem so smart and focused he thinks you look so cute like that ^^

- he unfollowed every girl on his socials besides you and his sister

- he has a whole instagram highlight dedicated for you and its filled with over 20 stories of you and him together or sometimes just pictures of how beautiful you are.

- his insta bio has your initial with a heart, and says “i love my gf” just for fan girls to back off

- his photo album is way worse. he organized his whole camera roll and has a full album of you which takes up half his storage, but who cares, he doesn’t mind having to delete games he downloaded cause he was bored ( especially if its for you )

- in his notes app he has every little detail about you written down, not in a creepy way, just to remember important stuff about you. like what you hate in people, your fav stuff, etc.

- he dedicates every long song to you.

- also hes like very touchy in private, i mean in public he is too, BUT IN PRIVATE. oh my. he is not afraid to cling onto you.. you will literally have to claw him off you if you have to use the bathroom while your cuddling

- he’s only like that because he loves you so much and he’s so attached to you, he just wants to stay with you forever because he cant imagine losing you

- he asks his mom if he can sleep over at your house as much as he could, the days he can’t, you either go to him, or he facetimes you and you both end up falling asleep on the phone.

- everytime he goes to the mall with his friends or something, he will ask them every 3 seconds “do you think y/n would want this ?” he really just wants to spoil you to show you how much he loves and appreciates you

- sometimes he sleeps late at night rewatching his volleyball games and analyzing his plays, so he bought you a sleeing mask and earplugs so you could fall asleep without the sound or light of the tv bothering your slumber

- he loves being in between your thighs, your fingers tangled in his hair while you both watch tv.

- but at night he loves burrying his face in the crook of your neck with one armed wrapped around your waist and the other placed diagonally on your back while his hand covers the back of your head, almost looking like hes protecting it.

- you’ve genuinely helped him become a better version of himself, when he’s with you he’s at his best, which is probably why he loves you so much. because when he’s with you it feels like he’s just at peace, he just falls in love with you even more everyday.

- he hates thinking your love is puppy love and it wouldn’t last, and some nights when he’s not with you, he’ll overthink like crazy, really just wondering why someone as perfect as you hasn’t left him yet, or why are you even with him in the first place ?

- little does he know, he means as much as you mean to him, and you don’t plan on leaving him anytime soon.

[sexydoffyman]

day 30 - CAPTURE AFTER CHASE

Phillip Graves

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genre: smut

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A lil TW: there's a bit of Stockholm syndrome.

You weren't really an enemy of his. You didn't work under any organisation or army. But you did certainly mess things up for him. When he saw what you did, he understood that his downfall was not your goal. Your little attack didn't even look like a threat.

Really, he was wondering what it was about for a while. One revolver and a sniper rifle missing. One man dead. Three injured. 30k missing. Something that he doesn't want to overlook but is not that big of a deal due to the size of Shadow Company.

He first thought that there was a spy amongst his men who was gathering some stuff to attack. What bugged him about the whole situation was that two weeks' worth of food had also gone missing.

He figured that the person who did this must have been only gathering supplies needed for survival. The harmed soldiers just got in the person's way. After this little incident he started noticing you more and more often.

He always figured it was you. You left black burn-like marks on the ground, and everyone was killed in a similar way. Graves didn't make connections between these two cases at first because he expected you to kill mostly with your sniper. After looking a little more into it tho. He realised that you always used your teeth or a knife and then finished the person off with a revolver. The same way you killed one of his men.

He was intrigued by you.

He got lucky when he spotted you after running into a freshly killed man. You were about 60 meters away already. Fortunately for him, you were heading into a forest near the spot where your killing took place. He knew that forest, so he ran around you to not make you aware of his presence.

Once in the forest, you felt someone was watching you. In your years of experience, you learned to trust your instincts. And that's exactly what you did. You tried to hide behind a wide tree. You were looking all over the place while not making a sound.

Suddenly, you heard his footsteps. You made a run for it. Bushes scratching the skin of your forearms, air drying up your eyes. You ran for your life. You heard him getting closer as you frantically thought of a way to get away from him.

Unfortunately, you didn't think fast enough.

He jumped at you, pinning you below him. "Asshole", he laughs, putting a gun to your head. "You stole 30k from me." He says almost threateningly. "What about the poor man I killed?" You questioned his morals. "He is replaceable." He said with a little guilt in his eyes. You thought about it he wasn't completely heartless. Maybe you'd be able to get out of this forest alive.

"You gonna shoot that thing?" You provoked him. "You want me to?" "You're talking like you want something." He chuckled, looking over your form. "You took a body from me. It'd be only fair if you'd give me one." He paused and then added. "Just for a couple of minutes."

"Exchanging lives for sex?" You were back to questioning his morals. "You want to live?" He said it in a teasing voice. "Sounds like we have a deal." You chuckled yourself at the situation you ended up in.

He tore your pants off of you while pulling his dick out. He held the gun to your head and kept pushing your body to the ground while thrusting into you. He was fucking deprived. You shoved no signs of resist.

He liked that. You took whatever he threw at you. I assure you he'd never go easy on you after what you pulled. He just fucked the shit out of you. He caught himself thinking about how adorable you looked. Tears in your eyes, your face pushed against the wet dirt and bark of the dark forest.

He wasn't planning on being nice with you. You looked so fucking dumb. His dick stretching you as he finished inside of you.

Be more aware of your surroundings and make sure no one is watching you when you leave the scene. He gave you a fucking advice when he left. Cocky asshole.

Strangely, he started noticing a certain sniper covering for him on his missions. How adorable.

[joaofelix70]

A CRESCENT LOVE, AN EPHEMERAL PASSION | joão félix sequeira.

summary: you and joão spent all the summer together. you even met his friends and brother. could this be the beginning of a crescent love or just an ephemeral passion? his friendship with his ex would ruin everything between the two of you?

author's notes: after the win against luxemburgo, where portugal national team set the record of goals, his ex just posted "mysterious" pics with floki, his dog. joão was also there, almost hidden, actually. we all know she always does it, never assuming anything maturely, but instigating the frustration of the fans who care about him and to make every gossip website and tv show talk about it, just like a teenager who wants attention would act. basically, this inspired me. i really don't hate anyone, by the way. even thought influencers who don't spread any impactful content and nepobabies with no talent and only standard beauty annoys me, i can't lie.

warnings: bad language (of course it's joão saying the words), chaotically humorous almost all the time, but also involving sadness and angst. implicit sex reference, i guess? maybe?

what do you feel when you hear my name? shame? embarrassment?

does your brain even bring you any sign or memory involving me?

do you ever think about me?

are your moments with her comparable to ours?

can we talk? can we communicate?

is it my fault? do you miss me?

your head was drunk for the whirlwinds of questions that piled up and get bigger, like waves. they seemed to be drowning you. the glowing light and peace of your woody brown gaze gives you triggers. his smile remains embedded, in your heart, an eternal home. the numbness and wrapping of his lips, every inch of his tanned skin and firm muscles being appreciated and admired by you. his hair was shiny, soft and full by the salty waters of the european beaches: always caressed for you. his laughs at you giving him the most silly and lazy hairstyles, with you pretending to be a professional who was filming your customer to tiktok.

“do that pose! yes, your hand against your face! now, give me that playboy eye. just like that! you’re doing amazing, sweetie!”

when you get carried away in the game ‘who am i?’ and tried so hard doing the mimes, jumping excitedly and demonstrating your animation in a loud tone, before covering your own mouth and feigning naturalness, just to repeat the same instant acts.

when you made joão watch your random dances as soon as you won at uno and he’d tell how hilarious you were. when you cooked your regional foods and desserts for félix, his brother who’s hugo, alex — the photographer — diogo from the movemind channel and all of his friends. when he used to hold your face, rest his touch on your waist and thighs. tracing his fingerprints across your scalp, reveling in the ethereal smell of your hair, laying his lips against your entire face and stature, exalting you completely: from your ears, neck, collarbone, belly, legs and even your feet. being a gentleman, joão opened the car door for you, he intertwined the hands of you both in every single opportunity and helped you eat: having the cutlery for you to open your mouth and giving you support with the napkin. when you did his goal celebration. when the two of you invented a handshake, along with various inside jokes. for example, when joão posted many videos of him swimming and playing in the ocean.

“hey, flounder! ‘the little mermaid’? i loved it!”

“why am i not your ariel, tho?”

“why you didn’t say you’d prefer to be eric of the real life?”

“give me some respect, i’m the protagonist of this shit!”

“slay, king!”

you remember singing the songs that played in his car in the most chaotic way, using his hand as a microphone and taking the opportunity to kiss all over it and his fancy bracelets. you offered him affection biting his skin and enjoyed acting like his personal masseuse. you called him ‘my prince of portugal’.

“please, don’t become a stranger.” your last words, face to face. the intensity of the summer weeks of vacation, which were already ending, consuming you.

“you know i’d never do that. look, you’re such a unique person, and even though we’re gonna go back to our busy routines, i still wanna keep you in my life. i still wanna be that close to you.” joão declared and they both found comfort in each other’s arms. his perfume granted the beg leave and penetrated your lungs, giving you life. you felt like you shouldn’t let it go, but there was nothing else to accomplish. you were single, so was he. you ask yourself if everything would be different. maybe if you had tried your lips once again: asking him to give a chance to them, to have more. to not leave what you went through, together, in the box of forgotten memories. would that really suffice, though?

"it's obvious that you’d choose the blonde influencer with light eyes, slender body and member of a rich family. the one who was with a formula 1 racer days before she went to meet you. before you just disappear from my life, without saying anything. the one that doesn't show an ounce of authenticity and, of course, affective responsibility. who am i in comparison to her?! right, joão?" your voice flashed the disparity of fragility and indignation, trembling hands clutching the phone.

“y/n, listen to me. you’d never understand it, okay? you’re not inside this relationship, me and her are. you’re seeing it from the outside, just like everyone else. yeah, she was hanging out and making out with other people. so was i with you. but then, some things changed.” john seemed to be busy. echoes of other people's voices ran through the call.

“nothing has happened between us since the vacation, joão. what doesn’t make sense because i thought you were liking me. i only think about you!” you vented out and received silence. his answers tried to become existent and complete. he stammered, the audible sound of his familiar backwards cap being pulled off and his honey-colored hair being rubbed against his own fingerprints.

“do you think i don’t like you? holy shit, y/n. i even thought we could have so much more. a future together and everything. i think about you and i swear in the name of my family, and i already said that they mean the fucking world to me. the thing is: there’s something that still keep me going back to her. i don’t know if it’s because i’m with her since i was younger, but…”

“joão, this is emotional dependence. i’m sorry to tell you this, however, it’s necessary. i care about you. you’re so internally and externally beautiful, precious, successful and talented. you deserve better!” you interrupted him, stepping back and forth.

“y/n, i love her. when i looked at you…”

“she’s all that you see, right?”

“hm… yeah…” félix found himself in a bind. paralyzed, he remained without an answer for a while. the coldness of the material of his gold necklace touches his tongue: a way to combat the nervousness that generates the gnawed nails.

“my toxic behavior wants to help and fix you so badly, but i know i can’t get more involved than that. i’m not the one for you.” the words reproduced by yourself reinforced the fragmentation of your heart.

“j, baby… are you coming or not? i’m waiting for you, floki is waiting for his dad!” you heard that female voice call to him and realized the way that just this factor made his breathing destabilize.

“i think this is officially the end of whatever we had, joão. goodbye!” your voice was unstable and he realized it: sharp as deep, transparent and suffocating waters.

“i wish you the best, y/n. i apologize for not being what you expected, what you needed, and…”

“caralho, joão! que merda! (holy fuck, joão! what the hell?). come on, give me your phone!” the girl began to rant. her heels against the floor were exclamatory. she was running out of patience.

the call is over. again, you were superimposed on the ocean of blazing tears. you tried to convince yourself that everything went the way it was supposed to be.

but was it for real?

[withgavi]

"Come on Gavi, run faster. They're behind you." Coach Alex yelled over to the young boy. He was right, he lost the ball, again.

Gavi turned around while shaking his head, he hasn't played a good pass in a week, what's up with him?

"Guys, we'll stop the training for now. I have some announcements to make." Alex yelled over the whole field and Gavi waited for Ansu so they could walk back together.

He jogged over to Gavi and then they turned around while they started to walk to the bench.

"What do you think this is about?" Gavi asked Ansu, curiously, maybe he knew the answer.

"Nah, man no idea." He shrugged his shoulder and Gavi didn't say anything else and as they all looked at Alex, he asked them to sit down.

So they did, they all sat down on the grass and then saw you walk over to Alex. you said hi to him and Alex looked at his watch.

"You're on time!" He laughed as he looked at you.

"Of course I am, I'm never late." You chuckled and looked at the youngsters sitting on the grass.

You scanned every single face trying to keep them apart, boys in this young age all looked alike.

"So, guys, as you all know, I'll give up my career as a coach." Alex began and Gavi and Ansu looked at eachother. "So I would like to interduce your new coach. I think she wants to interduce herself tho, so the stage is yours." Alex said and you stepped forward a bit. You felt their eyes piercing holes into your body.

"Hey, as you guys already know, I'll be your new coach. My name is Y/n, but please just call me Y/n/n and I'm looking forward to the new season ahead of us and I'm excited to train with you guys!" You said and Gavi looked at you, you were wearing a tight Barcelona shirt with even tighter shorts.

Even looking at you made Gavi feel a way that he wasn't supposed to feel towards his coach.

"Are there any question towards Y/n?" Alex looked around but they all shook their head, except for Eric.

"Can you tell us about yourself, a bit further into detail?" He asked but Gavi shook his head as he scoffed.

"Um yeah sure. I'll sit down too and then we're gonna get to know eachother a bit better." You said and sat down, before you did, you looked at Alex quickly.

"I'll get going, I'll leave you guys alone. Bye." Alex waved at them as he left and then all the eyes were on you again.

"So, ask away!" You held up you hands in the air and of course Eric asked the first question.

"How old are you?" He asked and you couldn't help but to smile a bit.

"Hold on, I'm 18. I just realized that I don't even know you guys names. So please tell me, can you start?" You laughed a bit and pointed at Angel who was pretty much sitting next to you.

Gavi looked at every single one of your movements carefully, afraid to even close his eyes because he'll miss something.

"I'm Angel." He started and so did everyone else say their names. After you heard them all, you went back to the question.

"Do you have a boyfriend and whats his name?" Julio asked and you smiled again.

"Yes I do and his name is Lucio." You kept on smiling as you answered all of the questions they had for you. The team talked to you like you were a friend of them and that's one thing everyone liked about you, you were easy to be friends with.

"How is it possible that a woman is training us?" Ansu then asked because he was a bit confused.

"Because, I don't know, I signed up for this job and got accepted. It just happens." You said and it made many of them laugh. Gavi kept smiling at you as everyone around him went quiet, and then Gavi had another question.

"Where do you come from?" The 16 year old brunette asked and you raised your brows a bit.

"I'm from here, I grew up in Barcelona and my dad is also friends with Xavi, the guy who used to play for the first team. I'm sure everyone here knows him right?" You looked around and as you already said, everyone agreed.

You kept talking for a little while before you told the team to go back to playing, however, since Gavis team was missing one player you decided to play too. You played as a defender and you gave some pretty good passes.

Gavi looked at you, concentrating on your movements.

You weren't a bad player overall, Gavi guessed that you got bored one time and dribbled past all the opposite teams players.

Everyone laughed about that but the only thing Gavi could focus on was your body. Gavi may be going through puberty right now but that isn't normally like this. Normally it's that not that bad that he has the urge to jerk off everytime I look at her.

Being 16 is hell, and having this woman around is even more hell. "Gavi, you still have to play." You yelled at him and he suddenly snapped back from his thoughts. He realized that he was staring at you the whole time. Fuck.

Lucky for him, you didn't notice that his eyes were all over your body.

"Come on." You clapped your hands together and Gavi took the ball and ran with it, he dribbled past of some of his friends and then passed the ball to Ansu and he scored.

Gavi celebrated with him and then looked back at you. You gave him a quick thumbs up and then the game went on.

After training was over you called the team together one last time. They all sat down in a circle again while you were standing up.

"So, I just wanted to give you guys a little warning. I like to get along with you guys and make jokes and whatever but it won't be this nice next time. Because when I'm nice people don't do what I say. I hope you guys understand that." You smiled while rubbing your hands together.

Nobody said anything so you asked again. "So is it fine for everyone if we keep being friends besides from practice?" You asked and everyone nodded or said yes.

You then smiled and then clapped your hands together. "Okay, guys you did amazing thanks so much for this awesome first practice and see you guys tomorrow, I think at the game, right?" You looked around, searching for someone nodding their head.

"Yeah at the game" Eric said and you nodded with a smile on her face.

"Alex will be your coach and that's his last game as a coach so win it okay?" You told them and looked at their faces.

"Okay, have a nice night" They all stood up and dabbed you up, then Gavi walked over to Fermin.

"Hey, so what do you think of her?" Fermin asked and Gavi looked at him.

"Can I be honest bro?" Gavi leaned closer to him while he whispered.

"Yeah, please." He also leaned closer to him.

"She's stupidly hot." Gavi said in all honesty and Fermin smiled at him, he pushed him back a bit and then turned to look at Ansu.

"Ay Ansu, guess what Gavi told me." Fermin yelled out to Ansu who was walking behind the two boys to the locker rooms.

"Oooh what?" Ansu came went to them, running.

"Nothing, shut the fuck up" Gavi hit the back of Fermins head and then walked off with a straight face. He went into the locker room and went straight to the shower.

He quickly got changed afterwards and then went into my room again. "Brother." He said exhaused as he let himself fall on the bed. Gavi was still annoyed by Fermin, that didn't change a bit, but he was too exhausted to even think about him.

Gavi then looked at the clock and saw that it was around 10pm. He quickly went to brush his teeth and then got changed. Fermin came back eventually and he went to his bed immediately.

"Are you still upset?" Fermin looked at the 16 year old in front of him, however, Gavi shook his head as he sat down in front of him.

"I'm not, don't worry, just if I tell you stuff don't tell that any to other people." Gavi took off his shirt because he wanted to wear another one.

Fermins eyes scanned his upper body as he was still smiling about Gavis comment.

"Ay bro you're getting buff." Fermin smiled as he looked at Gavi's stomach.

"Right?" he smiled while flexing his abs and Fermin laughed. He then took out a loose barcelona shirt and pulled it over his head.

"Okay bro I'll go to sleep. Night" Fermin gave him a look and then I walked back to my bed too.

"Night." Gavi mumbled and turned the lights off.

-

"Gavi," Fermin woke him up and Gavi opened his eyes almost it cu w ntog face after being almost immediately. A shocked expression could be seen on the brunettes face after woken up by his bestfriend.

"Yeah?" He asked with a raspy morning voice. He looked at Fermin and he chuckled.

"Today is the game, get up, Alex and Y/n want to talk to us." He shook Gavi's body with his hand again and then Gavi finally sat up.

"Hey, can I come in?" They both heard you

knock on the door and Fermin looked at Gavi. He was only wearing his boxers but he as covered with a blanket up to hiels waist. He looked back at the door and then yelled

"Yeah, come in" He said and then you opened the door almost immediately. You walked inside and stopped before Gavi and Fermin. Your gaze shifted from him to the floor, you looked down on the floor and saw a phone down there. You bent down to pick it up and then handed it to Gavi. As Gavi grabbed the phone he didn't break eye contact

"You guys get ready, be downstairs in the community room 3 in 15 minutes. Hurry up, get out of bed." You said and walked off again. Gavi's only thoughts however were: Fuck, he can't get out of bed now.

"I'Il get going, I'll see you downstairs." Fermin flashed him a look and Gavi nodded in response, thank god he was leaving, so he doesn't have to see how hard Gavi is by you just bending over.

"Okay" Gavi mumbled and then as soon as the blonde walked out the door Gavi went to lock it immediately and sat back into his bed. He grabbed some tissues and then pulled down his boxers.

''Gavi, on the spot." You smiled as soon as you saw him sit down and the boy just nodded. If only you knew what he had been doing.

Everyone else was already there, watching Alex and you standing in the front of the room.

Nobody was talking, they were all waiting for the two of you to give instructions.

"Thank you everyone for coming, and sorry for waking you guys up so early." Alex began "Today is match day, we're gonna go eat together and then you have three hours of spare time. Then be downstairs at the main door because we'll be going with a bus. Y/n is also coming with us is that right?" Alex leaned to look at you but you just shook your head.

"I'Il be there but I won't be on the bus, it's not sure tho. I might be." You said and Gavi looked at

Fermin who was smiling at him. Gavi wasn't quite as amused as Fermin since he was going pretty much on his nerves. "If I can't be on the bus out of whatever reason Y/n will be there, that's for sure. So, does anyone have any questions left?" Alex clapped his hands together as they all shook their heads. "Good, see you guys later."

'You ready?" Ansu went over to Gavi and

stubbed his arm slightly with his elbow.

"Always." Gavi smiled back at Ansu as they went in first and walked to the very back of the bus.

To their surprise, You were sitting there, you had her legs crossed while you were looking at your phone, no idea that Gavi and Ansu were staring at you.

"Hey" Ansu said and sat down, he left an empty space next to you which Gavi gathered rather quickly.

'Hello, fit and ready?" You looked at the both of them and then at Fermin too who sat down next to Ansu. Since you were sitting at the very edge of the round sofa, Gavi was the only person sitting next to you. However as he was gifted with the warmth of your body, he had a very bad view of you since he had to twist his neck every time.

You then looked at Diego who sat down in front of you, on the other end of the sofa. "Are you ready too?" You asked to include him too and he nodded a bit

Diego had a crush on you, atleast that's what went around under the boys during breakfast. Diego told Angel and Angel told everyone, although Diego is the one to blame. Eveybody knows that nobody shouldn't tell secrets to Angel, he can't keep a damn thing to himself.

"Oh he sure is excited" Ansu laughed but Fermin just looked at Gavi, again. What the heck is he looking at now. Those were Gavi's only thoughts as he looked back at his blonde teammate. Getting just more and more annoyed with him.

Gavi looked at you, he couldn't notice but that you kind of seemed confused. "Why are you saying that?" You asked as you looked at Ansu with a small smile. Ansu's smile only grew while.Gavi was betting that Diego just wanted to disappear into thin air.

"Oh, nothing" Ansu burst out laughing and then put his forehead on Fermins shoulder.

"Okay." You said and then went back to your phone again. You were texting the whole ride, the guy named Lucio, Gavi guessed.

He took some glances at you while you weren't looking and damn. Lucio must he lucky in Gavis opinion. He however would have never admitted that he had a crush on her, he basically didn't either. It was just that you looked really pretty in Gavis eyes.

"Okay, I think we're here." You stood up as soor as the bus came to a halt. Gavi however had some trouble keeping his eyes to himself.

As you stood up and began making your way down the corridor of the bus to the exit your hips swayed side to side. Although you didnt want it to seem like too much Gavi could have sworn his mouth started to water as soon as his jaw dropped Gavi was fighting himself to disappear to do some...things.

''Gavi come on" Fermin grabbed the young boys shoulder and pulled him up as they left the bus.

They were standing in front of their famous Stadium and Gavi's eyss caught you walking over to a man.

He opened his arms for you and you immediately went in to hug him. The worst part about that was, that you looked up at him to kiss him too. It wasn't bad for you, but for Gavi who was watching this whole scene unfold.

He felt his jaw clench and his fists balled up next to his legs as the young brunette looked at you and your boyfriend. Something inside of him was rumbling and falling over. If Gavi would have known what, he would have done something against it.

But before he could have punched that dickhead next to you, Pau Cubarsi walked over to him and wrapped his arm around his shoulder.

"Ay Hermano, let's go Alex is already inside with the others. Cubarsi pointed to the door where the locker rooms were and Gavi teared his eyes off of you and your boyfriend.

So as the two youngsters went inside, you and your boyfriend followed only seconds after. "Who was that guy who was staring at me?" Your boyfriend asked.

"I don't know, I didn't see anyone staring at you." You responded in a whisper while you shrugged your shoulders. You didn't think about it as much as you should have because Gavi heard what your boyfriend told you and made a mental note to himself to be more careful next time.

He couldn't stand the thought of you being close to another men, or just you being touched by other men drove him crazy. He didn't know what he felt but he was confused for sure.

[hyunevlogs]

my target

fluff - hyunjin x fem!reader (no fem!body mentioned tho)

word count: 587

warning under cut !!

warnings: smoking, making out (its nothing too bad), mafia, gangs, tattoos, angst (if you squint), stalking — let me know if i forgot smth

authors note: this is my first fluff ever so i’m sorry if the writing is bad (😭😭), english isn’t my first language, i’m welcoming any feedbacks, requests or writing aids

‘‘you‘re in my room at 2am, what do you want?‘‘

he sat next to me on my bed and lit up a cigarette as he was about to answer. my eyes directly landed on his silhouette - waiting for a response of his.

when suddenly his raspy voice began to break the silence between you guys.

‘‘you know what i‘m here for, sign it already‘‘

the smoke of the cigarette started to fill the room and the only light was coming from the moon. i locked my eyes with the ones of hyunjin and started analysing his gaze on me.

he looked almost angelic in this light, as if he was just a pure boy. but as he ran his hand through his hair, i couldn’t miss the red droplets of liquid on them.

he must have noticed me spacing out when he cleared his throat to make me answer his question, or rather demand.

‘‘i‘m not signing shit. it‘s the hwang‘s responsibility to end this‘‘

he laughed at my answer, like it was a joke. before reconsidering to say anything, he made sure to take another hit of the cigarette.

‘‘what’s so wrong about you becoming mine? you’re acting as if you weren’t before‘‘

‘‘yea right, that was before we had to join our family’s business‘‘

he wanted to argue at that but suddenly shuffled towards you and offered for you to take a hit. when you turned down his offer he moved even closer towards your body. now that his face was mere centimetres in front yours, hyunjin looked down at my lips and then in my eyes.

i couldn’t tell if it was the little light or because of his purpose for me to sign the contract, but he looked so delicate now.

the few strands of hair falling on the side of his cheeks and as well conversing some little parts of his eyes, made him look kissable. but by now you couldn’t make yourself look somewhat weak and give in to him.

so, he took matters into his own hands and decided to kiss you. when the gap was closed you did give in to him tho and returned the flavour.

his lips tugged at your lower one in order to open your mouth. and that’s when you felt some of the cigarettes smoke began fill your lungs.

when hyunjin noticed you struggling with breathing it out again, he backed up a bit. you two continued on kissing each other just when you felt a hand tugging at your sweater with the purpose of exposing the skin of your collarbone.

your exposed skin got scanned to find the thing he was searching for and when he found it, he bend his head down next to your ear. ‘‘you still have it?‘‘

the matching tattoo you two got one year ago - when things were still good between you. you slowly nodded at him as you asked:

‘‘you still got yours too?‘‘

and as a response he threw his now finished cigarette on the ground and exposed his collarbone too. he still has it. only if things could work out with him and without your family’s interfering.

‘‘let me love you, only for tonight‘‘

‘‘only tonight, without any contract signing?‘‘

‘‘we can talk about that some other day‘‘

and that’s when he leaned in to leave marks on your neck.

‘‘let that boy from earlier know you got somebody already‘‘

‘‘are you stalking me?‘‘

‘‘you could call it that. afterall you’re my target‘‘

reposts are welcomed !! 🤍 | masterlist

song recommendation — falling I chase atlantic

[dhiings]

𖦹 세븐틴(SEVENTEEN) - Left & Right | MAFIA DANCE | Dingo Music

Jane's masterlist ⋆｡˚

*words in italic = english

"Seventeen! Annyeonghaseyo Seventeen Imnida!"

Seventeen is now starring at 'Dingo : Mafia Dance' content to promote their newest comeback, Left & Right.

"Drumroll~", Jane said tapping the floor while closing her eyes, waiting for the mafias to be chosen.

As it turns out, Woozi, Joshua, Vernon, and Jane were picked as the mafia.

Referee: Mafia's please put your heads up and look at each other.

The three of them take a peek to see who are in the same team, Jane tried her best to not burst out laughing after seeing each others faces. Jane mouthed to Joshua, "I'm suck at this. Help". Making Joshua silently chuckle.

Referee: "Next, we will pick the police"

"Okay~", DK shouted as the choosing round have ended.

"Joshua, it's Joshua", Jeonghan out of nowhere starts pointing it out.

Hearing that, DK added, "I guess Joshua is the mafia?", while looking at Jeonghan nodding.

Seeing Joshua's in confusion, Jeonghan and DK starts teasing him.

Even though round 1 haven't begin, they already starts getting suspicious and pointing each other out. Their suspicion leads to another suspicion.

Seungkwan announce a pre-caution before starting the game for the other members, "As soon as you start acting emotional it means you lose!! We don't play the mafia game so emotionally by turning off the camera and stuff, ok!",

Jane give the 'Okay' sign.

"This will be so funny", Jane said mumbling to herself

[ROUND 1]

She went straight to her starting position, which is where she stands between Jeonghan and Woozi. Before the music starts, she chanted in a small tone, "Fighting!"

Which Jeonghan, Jun, Wonwoo, and Woozi responded with the same thing.

She conceal her nervousness by smiling brightly. "Why are you so smiley?", Jun ask suspiciously.

But, right when she open her mouth to answer his question, the music start playing. The only thing that she could think of when she heard her song (the one provided for the mafia) is... "what the hell is this".

Her strategy is to focus on the beat and mouthing the lyrics.

In order to shake off Jun's suspicious eye on her, she tries to mingle around the other members. She laughed a lot at DK, who's questionably kept on missing some of the movement, even tho he's not part of the mafia team.

After what it seems like a long time for her, round 1 finally end. This time, it is entering the discussion round to talk about which member is suspected of being the mafia and eliminate them.

"Why did you do that?", Wonwoo directly asked to DK.

"I really just wanted to see the mafia's facial expression", DK explained.

"But, you were too surprised", Scoups told him.

"No! Really!", DK assured him.

Hearing that, Vernon starts mocking DK with the "No! Really!". This makes Jane laughed. She feels relief that now everyone's focus is on DK and how she's in a safe position as a mafia.

"Guys, i think yeah, DK oppa is mafia, he looks very suspicious since the beginning, right?", Jane add more fuels, making more assurance for the other members to suspect DK as the mafia.

The first round is ended with DK being eliminate.

"Bye bye", Jane said while giving a thumbs down to vote for him.

Referee: DK is not the mafia.

Hearing that, Jane starts to show her acting skill. "Woah, what?! He's not?", talking to the Referee.

"Sorry DK.. Then why are you acting like one, huh!", she protested to DK, still in acting mode.

Others also complained on why he pretended and tries to act as a mafia.

Out of nowhere Hoshi pointed Jeonghan, "It's Jeonghan. Jeonghan hyung created this kind of environment!". Without no doubt, Jeonghan hearing that look so surprised and tries to defend himself.

Now, DK is back with an angelic costume, becoming the new MC to lead the game.

"DK oppa looks so cute there. Oh! it's falling off", Jane said.

Vernon rushed and help fixed the parts that was falling off.

"Okay the 3 mafias, please select the citizen you want to kill", DK announce.

The mafias decide to choose the poor innocent Mingyu to be eliminate.

"Now the cop please get up and select who the mafia is", DK anounce again.

The cop, a.k.a Dino picked Hoshi, which turns out to be a citizen.

"Okay, the morning has come", DK announce making the members open their eyes again, continuing the game.

"The person who was killed last night-"

DK can't finished his sentence yet as the member starts arguing that they are the one who get killed. Questionable.. but it is what it is.

"Citizen Mingyu has been killed!", DK quickly interrupt them.

Mingyu look stunned. However, he's back as an angel, just like DK. Before the 2nd round start, everyone keep fussing and making fun over Seungkwan who's looking quite sulky. The member keep making fun of him by reminding about the pre-caution he just made by himself in the beginning.

[ROUND 2]

The 2nd round starts exactly at Jane's part. After succeeding in her part, she gets so excited and even jump to her next spot.

On her next spot, she danced at the outer back, allowing her to see everything all at once. She saw how Woozi suddenly stop dancing, freezing, just like a rock. She grimace feeling bad for him.

"Whatchu doing Uji oppa, continue!", Jane said to him.

When the song stopped, the members starts interrogating Woozi. Which leads to fun argument between them.

As usual in Hoshi, the "mastermind" of mafia game, promptly accuse Seungkwan as the mafia instead.

"It's Seungkwan. I'm sure 100%. Seungkwan is good at talking", Hoshi argued and starts making fun out of Seungkwan and copying his gesture.

Jane chuckle and start to pull Seungkwan farther away and patting his shoulder as he keep on getting closer to Hoshi.

Seeing one scene unfold into another scene is very funny. Jane can't stop smiling. All of the argument finally come to an end. The candidates for them to eliminate are either Woozi or Seungkwan.

Seungkwan starts to beg to not kill him. This only makes the other members who's watching laugh harder.

Referee: Please choose the mafia.

"I will say another opinion!", Dino raising her hand.

"What other opinion?", DK ask.

"Someone kind of using his very good wits, Vernon!", he pointed out to Vernon.

Vernon... is.. ofc shocked like 'The Scream' painting as what Jane said.

Seeing Vernon's reaction Jane laugh uncontrollably, falling into the floor. "He, he, he look like the scream painting", she said in between her laugh.

Everyone also laugh at this sudden opinion/accusation by Dino.

By this time, everyone keep pointing out everyone. First, Vernon. Then, suddenly Scoups. Suprise, suprise.

It is finalize that both Woozi and Scoups will be eliminated.

Referee: Scoups is not the mafia. Woozi is the mafia.

[FINAL ROUND]

The final round was filled with laughter, especially seeing Joshua starts to messed up every part of the choreography.

"This is so funny and fun", she mumbles while patting Joshua's shoulder whose crouching on the floor.

During the discussion and voting round, Joshua tried his best to defend himself in front of the others.. even though it seems to not working.

"I really think it's Vernon", Dino said, again.

The other members quickly denied this, instead they starts to suspect Dino as the mafia.

Jane stand in the corner, seeing the members starts to argue even more. She tried her best from smiling too brightly. Truly, the more they argue, the more confusing it gets.

Finally, it is decided that Joshua and Jeonghan will be eliminate.

Referee: Joshua is the mafia. Jeonghan is not the mafia.

"This is it", Jane whispering to Vernon.

Vernon and Jane walk confidently into the middle space, revealing themselves as the mafias.

"I think I am the best", Vernon confess to the camera.

"Yeah, those extra late nights practices are worth it", Jane added.

Referee: There is a scary punishment to the team that has lost

"Who should we pick?", Vernon said.

"We should pick Seungkwan, he found 2 mafias", Woozi initiate.

Today's punishment = Lovely morning call message for our carat.

Seeing Seungkwan, Mingyu, and Jeonghan doing their punishment makes her feel weird in a funny way. She can't stand watching it that she has to cover her eyes. Today's mafia dance with Seventeen finally ended with several closing from Seungkwan.

[THE END]

[sammylvsfairys]

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst, co-workers to friends???

warnings: this is literally a self indulgence fanfic i have the same personality as reader, she's kinda dramatic (a lot.), mentions of abuse, rape, murders, and domestic violence, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!, reader is kinda dumb (we love her tho), BASED ON S6 E7, english is not my first language !!

a/n: even though i wanted this to be more romantic, aaron is aaron and slow burn is his second name.

requests are currently open!

when aaron finished his talk with the captain, he reached out in a gesture typical of an old friend who just shared some sincere advice before leaving the room. however, his sense of peace was disrupted when he heard a whistle behind him and found derek, with a playful smirk.

"she's mad," derek said. "very, very mad."

instantly, curiosity pricked aaron, who raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"who's mad?"

rossi, who had overheard the whole conversation, even y/n's anger, sighed in exasperation.

"y/n is furious because you shook hands with captain sanders."

aaron couldn't help but feel how absurd the situation was.

"sorry, y/n is mad? why?"

derek whistled again, with a grin.

"aaron, my man, you're gonna need a massive bouquet of flowers if you want her forgiveness."

y/n was famous for only accepting flowers as apologies, and the bigger the mistake, the bigger the bouquet. it was a thing that came handy and everyone used to remember whenever someone accidentally stained her white shirt with coffee.

the jet trip went on as usual, but aaron couldn't shake off his mistake.

when they returned to the office, y/n started gathering her things before being called into aaron's office.

"miss y/n, if you have any issue with me or my way of working, you should tell me," aaron said even before y/n could sit down.

"i'm not a mom to be educating stupid people," y/n replied furiously.

"excuse me?"

y/n clicked her tongue in frustration.

"respectfully sir, you..." she began. "not only did you give a speech defending a man who raised a rapist and murderer, but you also shook hands with a man who abused his wife! you said it yourself!"

"do you think a father deserves to be punished for his son's mistakes?"

"yes," y/n replied dryly. "he should be in jail alongside his son, not seeking ways to reduce that idiot's sentence," she added angrily as she rose from her seat and stormed out of the room.

rossi entered a few seconds later. "sometimes i'm glad to know she's just a media liaison and she doesn't have permission to carry a gun."

aaron stared at rossi. "what should i do now?"

"well, i know she loves roses," rossi wisely replied.

aaron sighed, mentally counting the bills in his wallet. he would need a big bouquet.

when y/n arrived at her desk, she noticed the bouquet of thornless roses and a note signed with a simple, cursive "a." she couldn't help but smile, knowing deep down that nearby florists didn't sell thornless roses.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Nimona headcanons about everything under the sun

I feel like Bal doesn’t try and make a big deal out of his birthday 

It’s not like he didn’t know his birthday he just never had someone to celebrate with so his birthdays always came and went without him saying anything 

One time early on in their friendship he let the day slip and Ambrosius made a big deal about missing it 

Bal tried to tell him it wasn’t a big deal and he didn’t have to worry about it and because of that Ambrosius pinky swore that Bal’s birthdays would always be celebrated however he wanted 

And he kept that promise 

Every single year Ambrosius would help Bal celebrate however he wanted even if it was as simple as pizza and ice cream cake  

Nimona never knew her birthday 

And this was a fact that both the boys didn’t know until Ambrosius asked 

Bal asked her what day she wanted her birthday to be and she asked “Does it have to be the same day every year” 

Ambrosius said not if she doesn’t want it to be 

So every year she’ll give them like a week-long heads up saying “Hey I want my birthday to be this day” and they’ll plan and celebrate accordingly 

A lot of people try and tell them it doesn���t make sense to which they respond “Who cares” 

Ambrosius has a very complicated relationship with his birthday 

His parents always planned these massive galas with every single noble under the sun

They always looked amazing the people were dressed to the nines and the building was filled with gourmet food

And he fucking hated them

Because these parties are more like business meetings than actual celebrations 

He only started tolerating those parties when his parents let him invite Bal

Once the wall falls and he cuts contact with a lot of his family including his parents his birthdays are a tricky subject 

Most of the time he doesn’t even want to celebrate at all and he’ll say as such

The first time he said this they tried to make a big deal about it but he insisted that they treat it like any other day

And they didn’t want to push him they did however pick up his favorite dinner and dessert 

He tried to argue that he didn’t want to celebrate his birthday and all Nimona said was “Wow someone’s a narcissist I was just craving pho and tiramisu on this completely mundane day” he tried to argue that she doesn’t even like tiramisu 

To which Nimona replied “You don't know everything about me now eat your food on this completely mundane day” 

And he smiled and ate his favorite food with his favorite people on that completely mundane day

After a couple of years he would ask to do something small for his birthday and they would always enthusiastically agree even if it was just getting dinner at some hole-in-the-wall restaurant 

Both Nimona and Bal have a really good sense of direction 

Drop them at any point in the city and they’ll find their way around easily 

Ambrosius could get lost in a cardboard box

Bal used to have to walk him to his classes because if he didn’t Ambrosius would be late to every single one

This was a super big problem before Bal joined

There were multiple false alarms because people thought he had been kidnapped or killed and he was just sitting in a hallway waiting for someone to find him 

Bal always found him when he did get lost tho

He can always find him with scary accuracy and when people asked how he would jokingly reply that he got him chipped 

In reality he just knows Ambrosius way too well and knows exactly how his brain works 

Even after the wall fell Ambrosius was terrible at telling fans no

He would still stop and talk to them and sign autographs for their kids

Nimona would often joke that he’s a pushover and he would agree

He realized that it would take Ambrosius a while to break from the rigorous training his family put him through 

In the meantime he came up with a plan that the boys surprisingly agreed to

And that plan was to fake every medical emergency under the sun

Sometimes Ambrosius will send them a look which means that he wants to leave and that’s when Bal and Nimona get to put their excellent acting skills to good use 

One time Bal pretended like his arm was malfunctioning and they needed to leave immediately 

Another time Nimona pretended to be throwing up in a trash can to get civilians to leave as soon as possible (she can’t get sick)

And even Ambrosius got to fake a little medical emergency by pretending to have an allergic reaction 

A kind civilian offered to drive him to the hospital Nimona was already in his dragon form flying them away

No one in the kingdom has caught on and they’d like it to stay that way

[bobbydagen24]

yes JD and Bruce are abusive and Bro zone are Toxic overall and its worrying to me how some in the fandom either can't see this or actively choose to ignore it.

( I Guess this is my return to Trolls fandom posting tho I won't be Doing it as Regularly as I used to )

for starters people seem to write off the argument scene as if its somehow JD and Bruce behaving out of character or its understandable and morally complex when it really isn't

they knew this was a source of pain for Branch ( them being absent for a most of his life since he was upset with both of them when they first met up again )

but they Decided to mock and belittle him for wanting them to be a family again

completely unprovoked since Branch didn't even say anything to them that could possibly trigger such a cruel response such as if he had lashed out in anger

which would have been understandable given he didn't even want anything from his Brothers at the start but Jd and Bruce basically emotionally lured him back in via love bombing

aka acting overly chummy with him and basically ignoring any actual more serous emotions such as Bruce just ignoring Branch's valid feelings of upset towards him

and then wanting to Dump him at the first sign of inconvenience and cruelly emotionally abusing him when he didn't just quietly accept what they wanted

like this is textbook abusive behaviour if you see someone behaving like this its a red flag and its worrying how the fandom ignores this.

simply because Jd and Bruce have surface level likable personalities again something most abusers have as it makes them seem very trust worthy

I said before in another post that the fandom Judges Bro zone on a surface level and this is what I meant as they look at the two or 3? scenes

of them acting like nice people and just Decided that's who they were even tho in said scenes they only acted Decent when literally everything was going their way

as soon as JD and Bruce faced any kind of problem they acted badly which is far more likely to be their true colours because you Really see someone for who they truly are in these kinds of moments

same with Crimp literally standing by and keeping quiet over kidnapping and torture simply because she didn't want to have the inconvenience of finding a new Job.

its strange to me how people write this off as not being the real them when its how they behave for most of the movie and they act in ways that show it

you can be as condescending as you like such as other Bro zone Defenders have been to me in the past by saying stuff like

"" your blatantly missing the point of the character ""

but truth is that isn't valid because Guess what? just because the writers want you to see a character one way does not mean that is who the character they put into their work actually is

we have to judge the characters based on the content we have of them in the work of fiction not what the writers intended them to be

because those two things don't always match up a writer could try and write a certain character as being sympathetic or a good person at heart

but if the content in their own story does not back that up its no one's fault but the writers it isn't the fault of the audience for calling them out on writing shitty people and not Realising it.

and writing a message that amounts to Blood entitling people to Treat you badly and abandon you and not give a shit about you for years on end like Bruce and Clay and Floyd did

( which shows that their care towards Branch and each other is very surface level when they were willing to Drop each other so quickly both in past and present day and only acted nice to each other when it was convenient and easy )

yet its on you to "" fix "" them and forgive them because lord knows they won't be the ones to put in the effort and change and admit to any wrongdoing

like for as much as the fandom complained about Creek's return in TBGO which yes was Rushed as Hell at least he actually admitted to wrong doing and apologised

something Bro zone never did besides Clay but even that was a weak sounding apology that didn't even sound very emotional or sincere tbh.

people complained about Creek's lack of Remorse yet Bro zone show a lack of remorse throughout except for literally one brief animation panel which the fandom loves to go crazy over because its literally the only thing you have that indicates any regret

but it comes after Branch finally stands up to them and leaves so 1. he never sees any remorse or acknowledgment of wrongdoing from his "" Brothers "" yet he still gives them another chance

and 2. it lasts like 1 minute and it comes after they were literally emotionally tearing him down for no bloody reason so that alone should not be enough for the fandom

it Really is the equivalent to your partner getting angry and hitting you and then feigning a little bit of remorse after you threaten to leave them

and later on you give them another chance because they promise to change while never actually admitting to doing anything wrong and of course the cycle repeats.

which I kinda suspect is what the writers are Hoping for because this movie's message Honestly feels like it was written by an abuser

who feels their victim should have to make the effort and put up with whatever shit they throw at them and give them unlimited second chances

no matter how many times they Hurt them.

to be clear I don't actually have a problem with all people who simply like Bro zone's characters my problem is

there's a stark Difference between liking say a morally Grey Douchbag character

and liking a character who is a bad person and making excuses for them plenty of people like characters like Joe Goldberg or Walter White

but there's a difference between fans who enjoy them because they are complex and enjoyable Villains and bad people vs fans who feel like they are actually great people deep down

and thus attempt to justify every single one of their actions and behaviours because otherwise they'd feel bad for enjoying their characters.

those are the Bro zone fans who Bother me and who I feel aren't taking away very Healthy messages from this movie

because they are not good people they are not a good family and you can still enjoy a character who is a bad person but it is not okay to try and justify every single one of their actions

and make stuff up in order to make out like they were actually good people or they were actually bigger victims than they really were or that their actions are somehow complex when they really aren't

Hence why the fandom does so much art portraying them as loving and caring because the actual movie itself sure didn't do that.

and why so many fans make stuff up in order to portray JD and Bruce as secretly being more caring for Branch or more sympathetic in the Grander story when they Really aren't

in short I'm worried about the message this movie is sending out to people about personal Relationships and how they seem to be taking it to Heart

people are not perfect but there is a stark Difference between someone not being perfect and someone showing a lack of care or Regard for you your whole life

and showing no basic Respect for your feelings as a person and mistreating you by weaponizing one of your greatest Trauma's simply because they are slightly annoyed by you

that is not excusable behaviour that is Toxic this movie and Bro zone's Defenders do not understand the Difference and it worries me

and it worries me how a real life child who is in a bad family situation may see this movie and Relate it to their own experiences thinking their neglectful or abusive family

may not be perfect but its on them to forgive them and keep shoving second chances on them because they "" aren't perfect ""

but them showing you the Bare minimum of affection every now and then must mean that they really care about you and you have to stand by them.

just like Branch did with his family this movie's message is not only Toxic its irresponsible for a movie viewed by many young children to put out there.

that's why I'm so against this movie and its message and think it needs to be called out more

it isn't just down to me simply disliking it because I didn't enjoy certain aspects its because I legit think this movie could be Harmful to kids in real life

if they take the message on Board it worries me.

anyway this most likely this won't be fixed by a future film the next movie will probably do what Despicable me 4 did with Dru and just not feature them for the whole film

and have them as a quick cameo at the very end and Honestly its probably for the best Bro zone had potential but the writers messed up badly

and created a terrible family who mistreat each other and only show surface level care when its convenient and the writers Genuinely Don't Realise it

and their fans don't care because JD and Bruce act like silly fun guys so they could literally do anything and the fans would still like them and Defend them.

but being likable does not equal being a good person tho and someone showing you tiny scraps of care and affection every now and then

but most of the time mistreating you or not even giving a shit about your very existence does not mean they are a good family member to you

people Deserve better Bro zone Defenders please Realise this otherwise you will end up in a bad Toxic Relationship which no one Deserves.

[nerdyfan1]

Ok thinking about this again and I feel like this is considered sacrilege to say on tumblr specifically for some reason but, I’ll never not hate how much ppl try to make the argument Pentious needed to be super serious and evil. It always misses the point of his character to me. It’s really was never about Pentious being evil. It’s why it’s gotten out of the way so quickly in the beginning of Radio Killed the Video Star. You know with Alastor right here:

This is literally the first thing we get with Pentious and I think it set up quite well. Him being evil and then turning soft wasn’t what you were supposed to take away from his character, it’s his arc of learning to value himself and open up to others. Alastor whole thing is he likes to mess with other characters’ insecurities. That’s what he’s doing in this clip. Messing with Pentious’ biggest insecure, his fear of being forgotten. Just another face in the crowd that never meant anything despite his intelligence.

Pentious while doing evil things it’s not inherently evil. It’s a front he put on. Like Angel Dust he is putting on a mask to hide who he really is. Remove the corny villain persona and the war machines and this is who he really is.

A vulnerable man who’s finally allowed the space to wear his heart on his sleeve and let his emotions show. He never deep down wanted to be the villain, he was only that way cus of the environment he’s in made it where that was what he had to be. It’s eat or be eaten. He had to survive and fight to even try to get on top.

Unpopular opinion I don’t think we needed much to set this arc up. The Alastor stuff is fine enough in getting this point across. That even gave us a cute joke as pay off too. It gives you all you need.

Now in a perfect world I would have loved an episode of Pentious before the hotel to specifically explore his seemingly parasocial and toxic dynamic with the vees. Specifically Vox. As they are criminally little on it rn. However that’s me being more curious. I acknowledge it’s not technically needed. Maybe they’ll someday find a way to elaborate on it but, it’s fine I don’t mind I think they still said it all with that one part we did get.

Tho yeah Pentious as is? I think he’s far more interesting now than he’s ever been. Hell I’d argue he was always kind of implied to be this emotional and sensitive. Seen a lot of ppl say it’s a problem he’s so goofy but, news flash so was his villain persona.

Like the 3rd pic especially. You can see it right? He’s still trying to get attention, it’s silly but, also a sign that he just wants to be acknowledged. Remembered. Even if he’s kind of cringe about it.

I think he’s far more interesting this way and I hate this idea that “if a character is sillier or goofy means they by default are less interesting”. Heck his silliness and habit to blend into the background is neat cus it makes the reveal at the season finale way better. Pentious just being this silly man who fought for others cus they gave him the love he needed? That’s beautiful.

Also this criticism of him being too goofy is insane to me given the show itself. Like with how the tone of season 1 is I do ask how on earth making him more overly serious would make a lick of sense. Sure we are getting statements by crew we might get a more serious season 2 (which um I’m conflicted on) yet that’s season 2. The first season is more light hearted by nature. Besides episode 4 tho yeah that is understandable given the subject matter that episode is tackling I definitely would expect the show to be more serious tackling it and this show did as such so well.

By just adding angst onto a character who genuinely didn’t need as such it would mess up the tone and potentially even pacing cus that need more set up. Which is a bad idea given this season’s pacing is already on thin ice.

So yeah if he wants to babygirl the hell out and be himself then I say let him. I doubt this will change anyone’s mind I just get sad every time I see this here. Probably a me thing but, I’ll never subscribe to this idea his character was ruined. I wish ppl in this fandom would acknowledge that the softer characters are interesting too. See ppl be really dismissive of Charlie like this as well. Pentious is like Vaggie in a way. Two ppl who seem to have done something horrible yet actively try to be better ppl. Characters don’t need to fit an evil or nice box all the time. The point of hazbin is its main character are different shades of grey you know? Pentious is not an expectation and writing him like a typical redeemed villain wouldn’t work as well at least to me.

Edit:

In conclusion this is Sir Pentious:

[some-beans]

Hey! I saw your gyomei post, and wondered if you could do one with Tengen? I feel like his flamboyant energy would be so funny with the twst characters.

jabdjshshs absolutely !! sorry it took a while to come out, life is crazy and the horrors aren't helping

✎...pairing: twisted wonderland x tengen!reader ✎...themes: chaos, flamboyant reader, can be seen as platonic or romantic, ace slander [ affectionately ] ✎...notes: can you tell which characters are easier to write for, male implied reader !! ✎...enjoy !!

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐔𝐋

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

riddle cannot catch a break from these tall ass people

truly

sure, you don't squeeze the shit out of him like floyd does, but you're probably just as loud

actually, scratch that

you are

BUT

at least you know when to shut up ― except when someone insults you or your wives

which btw, wtf?? three whole wives??

god, you're gonna make riddle have a heart attack

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘

tbh he kinda vibed with you

especially when you constantly tasted complimented his baking abilities

doki doki goes trey's heart

but overall, i do feel like trey would sometimes get tired/exhausted from you being loud ― typically when deuce or ace annoy the shit out of you

was bluescreening when you casually mentioned you had three wives back home, who you deeply miss

mans needs a moment to sit down

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

another person for him and his fans to simp for??

um yes pls !!

i feel like cater, alongside rook, would end up being your biggest fans

albeit platonic or homoerotic

you decided !!

but besides the simping, i feel like cater would 100% use you as a shield from riddle's or anyone else's wrath

mainly riddle tho

. . .

don't tell riddle that

i also feel like cater would love to just talk about your wives ― may have written some fanfics about you and your wives 👀👀

𝐀𝐂𝐄

oh ace

sweet stupid ace

he really tries to sneak up on you and fails every time, and then has the audacity to act surprised and call you a cheater

what part of you being a former ninja does ace not understand??

a lot apparently

also gets his ass folded a lot, yet he never learns his lesson

especially after finding out, you have three wives

mf is jealous as hell

goes all mopy and shit

𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐄

similar to epel, deuce idolises you but it's much more wholesome

he definitely goes to you whenever he needs help dealing with something

especially if doesn't want to ruin his model student imagine

the poor boy is lost whenever you talk rapidly

got his head spinning

definitely uses any chance he has to train with you

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖

𝐋𝐄𝐎���𝐀

your loud and that's gonna fly with him

actively avoids you so he can nap in peace, but you always manage to find him

how??

he has no clue and he's starting to think you're somehow related to rook

grumbles when you wake him up for class

has hissed at you when you picked him up so causally, threw him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and took him to class

he was pissed but also shookth

𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄

he's on edge

why??

bc you always manage to catch pulling some sneaky shit

even with his unique magic !!

like how?!

quickly learns of your past and relationship status, and everything just clicks into place

you and your ninja ways, and stupid good hearing

. . . and stupid smirk and muscles

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊

did someone say, training partner??

cuz that's what you turn into

however, jack was nervous to ask to train with you at first, but steeled his nerves and asked ― which received a quick up-and-down look from you before agreeing to train with him

jack has never been more excited and embarrassed as he tried to calm his tail down

𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋

*sigh*

why did you have to be so muscular??

and good at detecting lies and shit

why couldn't you be another naive soul and sign his contracts??

azul is at a loss for words

however, he is thankful you can easily manage the twins and other students that give him grief

lowkey sees a halo around for that

𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄

tbh i feel jade wouldn't bat an eye at you

for the most part

that was until you effortlessly hiked a mountain jade was on

great, now you have two eels on you

asks to go hiking with you whenever he's free

will talk your ear off about mushrooms on the hike

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃

a new jungle gym to climb??

*buzzer noise* wrong

has tried to squeeze but ended up getting squeezed instead

huh, so this is what it feels like??

n o i c e

bugs you every chance he gets for you to squeeze him

tad bit masochistic of you, floyd

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐀

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌

kalim rinds of that kid with the demon sister back home with how goddamn cheery he is

will shower you with gifts, especially after seeing you wear jewellery and hearing about your wives

he doesn't really bat an eye at that

bby boi doesn't care as long as you're happy

loves giving hugs

just a very affectionate boi

you do allow him to hang off your arms when he's around

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋

sure you're loud, but you're responsible

meaning, he doesn't have to worry about you

however, does worry when kalim's involved

it's like a sixth sense

somehow when you manage to occupy kalim, jamil uses this time to get chores done or relax

truly is grateful for this opportunity

will make you food as payback

𝐏𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐄

𝐕𝐈𝐋

at first, he thought you were annoying and brash

i mean, you loud as hell and for what??

however

that changed when he saw just how flawless your skin was, the tidiness of your painted nails and the flawless eye makeup you wore

and that you strive for flamboyance??

vil can see the appeal

but quickly gets whiplash when you announce you actually have three ― very beautiful ― wives back in your world

what in the great seven??

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊

homie here is quaking in his cadavers

but from excitement

because great seven, does he enjoy trying to sneak up on you

does he succeed?? no

does he still try?? yes

most definitely has a mini shrine of you ― along with some other students

. . .

don't tell vil

writes endless amounts of poetry for, even after you tell him you've got three wives, which he just loves bc obliviously you have so much love to give

and di―

𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐋

pls for the love of great seven. . .

PLS TEACH HIM HOW TO FIGHT PLS

legit idolises you

it's a tad bit concerning but it feeds your ego and annoys vil

also

gremlin epel is always on whenever you're around ― even more so when he can let his accent slip when it's just the two of you

however, his world pauses when you mention in conversation that you have three wives

tbh he doesn't know how to feel bc he grew up in a somewhat traditional household

and you having three wives??

w a c k

𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄

𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀

nope

nah uh

no way pal

idia cannot deal with another loud extrovert

especially someone who's tall as hell, muscular and someone who sparkles whenever they say flamboyant

almost had a heart attack when you managed to sneak into his dorm room

and how in great seven are you fast and quiet for?!

oh

you're a former ninja?

. . .

ok maybe you can stick around

listen, he's watched countless anime and read, if not more, manga to know how fucking cool ninjas are

surprisingly isn't phased when you say you're married to three badass women

idia's watched his fair share of shit, so you only having three is not a big deal to him

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒

your loud nature and openness surprised malleus greatly

happily listens to whatever nonsense you spout

is curious about how you have such incredible hearing, considering you're magicless and a human

finds your relationship status also intriguing

may or may not be jealous

finds your jewellery very pretty

*cue dragon hoard noises*

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀

you two definitely trade battle stories

may or may not have asked to join your marriage

what??

lilia may be a fae but that won't stop him

was not phased when you said you had three wives

that just made him even more intrigued by you

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑

may and may not have used you as a pillow by accident

he just gets sleepy

and you seem to somehow always know when he's about to fall asleep when you two are together

you tend to hang around him because his sound is the least annoying ― you told him this and silver just nodded

𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊

look

y'all are both loud mfs

and 100% get into screaming matches

about what. . . probably something to do with malleus and your ego

he reminds you a lot of that boar kind back home

has tried to fight you

has lost every time

may or may not have gained respect from those fights

still salty tho