#but whatever it's a low effort meme it's fine

[physicallyimprobable]

As multiple people have pointed out in the notes, a big part of this is the fact that the Cauchy construction just isn't particularly nice for a bunch of reasons. One of these reasons is the one implied in the image; it's a whole lot of information used to encode a much simpler concept. Under the Cauchy construction, each real number is a set of uncountably many sets, each of these sets contains a countable number of pairs (constructed as a subset of a different uncountable set), the first element of which is a natural number and the second of which is a rational number.

In contrast, if you use a more Dedekind-flavored approach, you get a much simpler representation:

ℝ = {sup(S) : Ø ⊊ S ⊊ ℚ, x ∈ S ⇔ [∃ y ∈ S s.t. x < y]}

Each element of ℝ under this construction is just a countable set of rationals. Much more efficient.

(Now, in this setting it's a bit more annoying to define the operations, but I would argue that this is because we are constructing these sets in the wrong order. That's another story and shall be told another time, though.) The point is: yes the reals are wacky to define, but they don't have to be as wacky as in the image.

[beau-draws-and-cries]

Laios being shut down about his interests and not being listened to sure will cause no consequences or whatever and everything will be fine for sure (sorry this is a low effort meme)

[ask-sqq]

-Ask Peak Lord Shen Qingqiu-

Hello, Qing Jing Peak, Cang Qiong Mountain Sect and various other wandering cultivators and demons of SVSSS! This is Shen Qingqiu, your favourite Shizun. Well, it's either me or Liu Qingge, and I don't think he really counts...

The System has finally shown some mercy and has given me access to the internet at least! Hello, Tumblr!! This is an ask blog for any disciple (or non-disciple) to send whatever questions they feel like. I can even help you with your literature homework, since I am a teacher myself (o゜▽゜)o☆

[OOC! OOC! OOC DETECTED!]

I've noticed a distinct lack of ask blogs in this fandom (which is personally a crime) so I made this blog :) This blog is Shen Yuan!Shen Qingqiu, not Shen Jiu, in the effort to keep it pretty light-hearted and easy.

It is open to pretty much all (legal) ships!! Whether the ask is bingqiu, liushen, cumplane or jiuyuan, any is fine :)

The likeliness of there being any artistic response to asks is low - in order to be able to reply to as many asks as frequently as possible, most of the responses will be plain text, with perhaps a few memes!

Please do not take this blog as religiously in character or as anything too serious. Feel free to send jokey or serious asks! However, please do not send anything overtly explicit - I don't mind sex jokes, but I will not answer anything too inappropriate, for the sake of younger or asexual fans, who are uncomfortable with such things. Either way, this man is a teacher and must protect his poor, innocent students!!

[long-haired-hottie]

I’m Ken, feel free to ask but all the pronouns are okay. Addressing me as he/him is entirely welcome. This means I am LGBTQIA+ friendly. If you’re a TERF or radfem or racist or whatever then fuck off. You just don’t want to talk to me and I don’t want to talk to you. In fact, block me on sight. Make our lives easier by just not making interactions possible.

11/24/24: This post is now my functioning About and Rules page. I'm on my cell more often than I originally thought so it makes no sense to continue hopping between the two for a rules page.

11/8/24: I am not a fandom blog. I am a RP blog. If you are not a RP blog and you want to interact with me by sending me headcanon or world building asks that's fine. If you want to comment on my posts that aren't RPs that's fine. I do ask that my OOC posts not be reblogged unless I state that it's okay. It's a squick of mine.

Interest Checker

If you voted for that orange lump then do not interact with me. Human rights are not pizza toppings. There is no agree to disagree on this front. I want nothing to do with you.

I block people like the wind changes direction. You may not have done anything wrong and if you feel that way then just feel free to have someone ask me what’s up. You might get unblocked and you might not. If you do then cool. If you don’t then move on with your life.

I’m over thirty. If your age is teenager then please find someone else to play with. This is a comfort thing for me. Thanks for being understanding.

I work full-time and respond to whatever I feel like if it sparks my interest. Feel free to send me a link to your latest response if it’s been like, a week and you really wanna continue.

I only write in third person, past tense point of view writing. I prefer my RP partners follow the same formula as it makes rereading threads much easier. Insert action RPs will be ignored outright.

Please do not use icons in threads with me.

Please do not modify text to be smaller when writing with me.

I have a hard time reading tiny text on my phone. Yes my settings are turned up. Tumblr's specifically a bitch to read things on for me. I hate it.

I do not respond with multiple paragraphs often. Sometimes you’ll get one or two sentences from me. I reblog answered ask memes that involve my character if we’re building a thread off of it for completetionist purposes. If this isn’t your cuppa tea, move along. 

I’m in CST and can really only respond after about 7PM. I have low spoons generally thanks to being an introvert in a very social job setting so my energy waxes and wanes like the moon.

I am only interested in RPing in a DB/Z/S based setting with this blog. If your blog is multi-muse or multi-fandom, I will be going off the assumption that your muse is in the DB/Z/S verse and that anything that’s happened outside of that is not in the same universe. I do not have any interest in crossovers at this time.

I am only familiar with the anime as I just don’t have the money nor the energy to search for the manga online in less than legal places.

Mutuals that I really like get my Discord. Don’t give this out to all and sundry.

I don’t respond to anon hate. I just delete it because you’re really not worth the effort of caring about.

Art is by NekoArtDBZ aka xShironek0x on Tumblr/Twitter/other places.

Rules

Under 20 DNI. You will be blocked.

Life will come before RP. Feel free to poke me and give a link to continue something.

Boundaries are important. Ask about them. Respect them.

NSFW in DMs/Discord mostly. Dirty jokes on the TL are okay.

Shipping is fun! Shipping is great! I do multiship! That said, Dija dates multiple people at the same time! This is something people do in real life! It’s not cheating because hey, you don’t know who you’re going to settle down with until you meet and get to know them.

Unless otherwise specified, Dija starts out at twenty-two years of age and has just gotten out of a six year relationship.

When Dija is dating someone then the ship is automatically in a separate universe from other ships.

Dija is polyamorous. He's more than willing and able to settle down with just one person though.

If you want an AU where Dija is with your muse(s) only then please tell me so.

I have an idea in the works where Dija has a young son from a one night stand with his ex-girlfriend Sapphire. If this is something you're interested in then let me know.

I communicate with my RP partners often and if I’m doing too much please let me know.

Don’t reblog my headcanons.

[thefastestaround]

My blog is ______

Open to all

Semi-selective

Selective

Moderately Selective

Highly selective

Exclusive

Only going to RP with mutuals

Mostly going to RP with mutuals

Indie

Affiliated with a group

Spoilers free

Spoilers tagged

Spoilers mostly tagged

I will RP with ______

Any fandom

Most fandoms

Only fandoms I know

Mostly fandoms I know

Only people in my fandom

OCs

OCs with no fandom ties

OCs who are related to/know my character in their backstory (Plotted with me)

Only one version of any particular character

People who have the same muse as me (Not MCU)

People who do not have a rules page

Multimuse blogs

People in RP groups

Indie RPers

When RPing, I like to use _______

Paragraphs

Shorter forms of text

*Action*

Icons

Gifs

Gif icons

Formatted text (Small text to match partner, light formatting elsewhere. I'm not a fan and it takes away from my writing energy to do anything more)

Whatever my partner is using (Matching Icons/no icons or small text)

My own style regardless of my partner’s reply

I will ship with _______

No one

Anyone

Chemistry

Select ships

OCs

Others of my own muse

Crossovers with characters from different fandoms

Only one version of a particular character (This varies depending on muse, but usually at most 2 of the same muse)

One person in my main verse

Multiship, all ships independent of each other & main ship

One main/canon ship within my main verse (Tried that, it burned up in my face)

My blog WILL contain ______ in it’s content

Fluff

Light fluff

Angst

Gore

Violence

Smut

Blood

Torture

Shipping

Death

Dark humor

Cheating

Assault

I will follow ______ back

Everyone

Only some people

Most people (Sometimes I have no idea of how to interact, I just like your stuff on my dash)

Only people in my fandom

Every RP blog

Only people I actively wish to RP with

People who do not post a lot of OOC

People whose posts I am comfortable with on my dashboard

Only people who sent in my rules password

To RP with me, you should _______

Follow back

Read my rules

Answer an open

Message me OOC

Message me IC

Make a starter

Answer my starter

Send in a meme

Like a starter call

Plot with me (This more than ANYTHING)

Other:

I practice reblog karma with memes (I try to, but always reblog from source when I can)

I expect reblog karma with memes

I always read the rules/about before following/interacting

If you follow me, I would like my triggers tagged

I expect all smut to be tagged along with the adult filter on, but I do not use readmores as it's overly redundant at that point (I don't give a fuck if it is even tagged, I'm fine with opening my phone and smut is on my dash in public)

I am multi-muse (I mean I have one that is low activity)

I do not wish for my OOC posts to be reblogged (Or ASK)

I do not wish for my threads to be reblogged by those not involved (Insta block. Tumblr's notifs are fucky enough tyvm)

I expect post length effort to be matched (Depends on the length. If I think I went long, I will put in my tags you don't have to match or something. But I don't want multi-paras turned into 2-3 liners)

I expect icons/gifs to be used in a reply if I have used them

I don’t expect post length to be matched, but I will try to match your own. (I will sometimes cut out parts to keep the thread moving at a good pace.)

I am patient when waiting for replies and expect the same courtesy. (Sometimes it takes me a long time or I lose threads. I'm trying to use a rptracker now)

stolen from @suffcring and @southern-belle-outcasts

[fahrenheit-aqua]

Realized I can just pin a post

Hi, I'm Roland, or Sawyer, or Fahrenheit, or whatever temperature unit you can call me.

Pronouns, He/Him or They/Them. Either's fine.

Currently 23 years old :)

This is a random blog where I'll post low-effort drawings, silly memes, or just do whatever with it.

if you want to see my art, go here:

I also have this side blog where I reblog a bunch of stuff...

My current fandoms are: Lobotomy Corporation (Especially the Ordeals of White fixers), Ultrakill, and Phighting.

Enjoy your stay :)

[lesless]

wanna hear my conspiracy theory

I mean sure we all know the government puts profits over people & the information age has led to a saturation of true & false claims etc etc but I think that the US certainly absolutely knows that having soybean oil in everything & cooking exclusively with veggie oil in general is terrible for the human ecosystem & on top of that there are so many things required to be added to premade food to make it "shelf stable" & tons of them are terrible for your body as well but I think personally that the result of this is similar to the lead in gasoline issue we had in the past which caused aggression, health problems, etc.

I think to some degree food additives/excess processed plant oils effects everyone, some only somewhat & others quite a lot lot. Here is my anecdotal, nonscientific evidence:

Due to my being extremely sensitive to legumes, of which soybean oil is in everything, we mainly eat the food we cook at home (which is a privilege, as I work hybrid & my partner works from home). 3 meals a day, sometimes with store-bought 3-ingredient bagels, but overall we eat what we cook. Never fast food, because I simply can't have it, and rarely we go out to eat. This means that for 2, 3 week stretches we are eating ONLY the food we buy and cook--organic meats, home-made bread, organic veggies, some of which are home-grown, depending on the season, eggs, bacon, etc. We also don't drink alcohol frequently.

During these stretches, we don't have any problems. We go to bed easily, we wake up rested, we don't feel overwhelmed or irritable regardless of how busy work is or what all we have to do, our digestion works fine, everything functions as one would expect.

Friends & family have come to stay for a week or more, eating only what my partner cooks, & report feeling more rested & rejuvenated than they are when they are home, even the friends who come to visit and work remote the whole time. My cousin reported better digestion, was more at ease, outgoing, and less tense than he is when he is responsible for his own meals (namely, cinnamon rolls, chef boy whatever, fast food).

Lastly, now after years of eating like this, when my partner does get a wild hair & eats fast food, about half the time he ends up feeling lethargic, irritable, easily overwhelmed, sleeps poorly, experiences brain fog, & has digestion upset. I can tell when he's gone out for lunch while I'm at work bc when I get home he will be noticeably on edge, like I am when I eat something with a legume in it.

I don't think the government cares because people who are irritable, quick to anger, exhausted, etc are easier to sell to, easier to rope into arguments which break up coordinated efforts to change policy, people who are sick make money for prescription providers, people with chronic, low-level inflammation buy into diets & routines & etc etc etc.

So so so many people report alleviated health issues when traveling abroad, I experienced the same when I ate out every day, every meal over there & experienced NO issues. My big conspiracy theory is that food in America is toxic, the government knows, & nobody cares bc it makes money.

I leave you with this meme:

[westhefox]

Intro Post

Wassup fellas, It's Bruce (or Wes, either is fine tbh), and welcome to my hell hole, also known as my Tumblr page.

Self-proclaimed Semifurry.

I moved here recently from Scratch after noticing its rapid decline. I'm still somewhat active there, though, so if you wish to see my Scratch for whatever reason, being old stuff and animations, or even the refs I have on there, you can find it here.

I go by He/They pronouns (though preferably He/him, but I'm fine with the They/Them pronouns as well)

Also I'm a minor, so don't be a weirdo. Don't be freaky.

_____________________________________________________________

I have a variety of interests that you'll likely see on my Tumblr, here's a list of most, but likely not all:

OCs and Refs. I have about 80+ characters, so there will be plenty to see!

Doodles on paper or digitally. This can be high or low effort things. It depends.

Answers to OC questions or comments in general. I'm slowly working on a ToyHouse for all of my OCs, so asking questions would be great for trivia!

Roblox captures, being videos or photos. I play a variety of games like Jailbreak, Regretevator, Car crushers, Driving empire, etc.

Geometry Dash and other varying games I may play.

FNF gameplay of mine.

I also really enjoy Pokemon, so you may see me talk about it, too.

Memes and stuff.

And so much more.

I'm new to this Tumblr thing, but I'm sure as I get used to it, I'll add onto this.

_____________________________________________________________ CONTENT WARNING:

A lot of my posts may relate to crude humor (and even at times offensive humor), especially a select few of my OCs.

A lot of swearing Lmao.

A lotta my characters are animal/furry based, so if you are against that kinda thing, you prolly won't like my blog at all.

A few OCs of mine are related to Kaiju Paradise, so steer clear of that stuff if you're generally unsupportive of it.

[g-glogg]

No career, job, house, friends, life, status, partner, can’t drive and I have no savings.

I was crazy enough to think me and my ex could work things out provided he makes the effort and finds a counsellor for us. We had an honest chat last Thursday for a couple of hours on the phone, the next day we texted - I had said I needed reassurance so even sending a meme will be fine. He didn’t reply to my last meme. It went to the next night when I sent him shit and then he called me angrily. I slurred insults and then it was over. I have texted him most days this week sending him horrible texts. Why bullshit me last week on the phone? Then I sent him one last text yesterday saying it was expected for him to lie and not reply. He did respond in the late afternoon. I just can’t prompt him anymore. It’s probably a blessing he let me down once again. It’s shown it’s not worth entertaining anymore and that he just had no interest in investing in me. Which is fine.

Jobs… I can’t meet anyone new or seriously without a job. I just can’t. It’s embarrassing. The last job was meant to be it. Where I was safe and could grow as a person and into a career. It had the opposite effect. I was this weirdo recluse surrounded by normal adults that could chat in the staff room away from the challenging children they’d deal with on the daily.

I wanted the job to work out so much. I needed it to. I needed to feel like I had found my place and my people. Even the children became a chore in the end when I had loved them in the beginning. There were a few lovely staff members there but I felt bad for them having to talk to me at all. I didn’t know how to extend a polite conversation after the necessary small talk. I was just this weirdo.

There were horrid staff too. These staff would be celebrated as well for their social likability. Yet I heard heinous comments that you shouldn’t hear in a special school. But because I’m not normal and couldn’t engage the way society needs, it didn’t matter about these teachers saying such things. They were respected and could fulfil their job role and properly integrate.

Maybe when I pass my drivers test then I can become a funeral driver or something. I can’t face retail and there’s just no point even looking into teaching or school positions. I’m this ghost of a person that has such low energy. I was smarter than a lot of the teachers at the school but because they have had experience, worked hard and memorised what they need to to teach - being smart means so little. It means so little when I came across as some walking scarecrow. Wide eyes and not saying much and when I did speak, I would weird out my peers.

I need to find a job anyhow. I applied for gardening volunteering roles but one is in a care home - so I need to be vibrant and friendly - and another won’t be happening until next year after the winter months.

Even if I find a job to accommodate my low energy and mood, is that sustainable? I hate how I think. I hate myself tbh.

For years I’ve wanted a friend. A friend that truly likes me for me and wouldn’t be motivated sexually or in a power hungry way. A mate to laugh with and tell jokes to. One I could learn to be there for too.

I need to get a job before Christmas anyway. It’s the family merger - my bro’s boyfriend’s family are joining us. It’s going to revolve around them two. Which is whatever tbh. I just hope my mood improves before that week too.

[carmelblood]

Yo buddy is it okay if I use the "tag yourself I'm trying" meme image whatever that's called and post it on Sony Sketch?

lol this account is dead aaaas fuuuuccccckkkkkkkkk

normally i wouldnt condone this behavior but honestly the meme got way out of my hands so do what you want i dont really care after this point. dew it.

memes that are as crappy as that one are kinda meant to be spread around like butter. spread the depressed artist joy, i believe in you

[meyerlansky]

For the Wip title meme: 2- not a girl 👀

this one is a steddie fic, rounding out the full spread of “fandoms i tripped into while on my break from patho” and also 100% jumping on the Babygirlification Of Steve Harrington train just like for fun. for me. as a treat.

Steve Harrington knows how to treat a girl.

He earned his reputation, alright? The bad andthe good. Whatever else people might criticize King Steve for—and there’s plenty—being a shitty date isn't on the list.

And he likes it. It's nice enough to be good at something, but it's not just that. He likes seeing a girl’s eyes light up when he holds a door open or pulls out a chair, likes the curve of a girl’s body when he tugs her against his side, tucks her under his arm. Likes making sure his date feels taken care of, feels special. Worth the effort. 

(He likes sleeping with girls, too. Whether it’s a one-night-only kind of event or the slower, drawn out dance of figuring a long-term girlfriend out. Finding where will make a girl gasp, what spots will make her sigh and moan and yell his name if he really gets it right, the tight clench of soft thighs against his ears or his hips. He—yeah, he likes sex with girls, and he likes being good at sex with girls. It’s almost more satisfying getting a girl off than getting off himself.)

The problem is that Eddie Munson is definitely not a girl.

Which is fine. It’s fine! He's handling it. It's not like he can forget. 

Eddie’s got long lashes like a girl, long and dark and framing his stupidly wide dark eyes perfectly, but they’re about the same height so he’s not gonna look up at Steve through them, fluttering in surprise if Steve pulls him close. He’d probably laugh if Steve tried, honestly, and—well. Eddie has a lot of laughs. Steve doesn't think it'd be one of the nice ones.

Eddie has long hair like a girl’s too, but it’s messy and a little frizzy, like he doesn't use conditioner, which makes Steve’s scalp itch, but that’s a whole different conversation he’s not any more interested in starting. On the extremely rare occasions he tips close to Steve on a laugh or something, he doesn't smell like fake strawberries or watermelon. Instead, the weed he smokes and the incense he burns to cover the weed (it doesn't really work) clings to his hair. It’s not really nice, but Steve doesn't mind it, which is embarrassing, and it doesn't stop Steve wanting to rake his fingers through it, either. Which is also embarrassing.

And yeah, Eddie’s pretty. In the right light. At the right angle. But all the other angles? Eddie’s handsome, sharp jawline and long, callused fingers, and voice deeper than Steve’s. Especially when he laughs—stressed-out pitchy giggles and mocking snickers aside, his real laugh is a low, rumbling thing that sends shockwaves down Steve’s spine like the earthquake everyone thinks he’s somehow responsible for.

send me one of my wip titles and i’ll post a snippet!

[realcube]

random kisses with BNHA characters 💋

characters: bakugo, dabi, todoroki & kirishima 

tw// swearing

katsuki bakugo 

FJDBETIUSCA ok so i firmly believe that the first time you snuck up behind bakugo to surprise him with a lil’ kiss on the cheek, he was blushing so profusely and to hide it, he began wiping his face while muttering profanities

 JUST SO THE PETTY BITCH COULD PRETEND LIKE HE DIDN’T ABSOLUTELY ADORE IT

‘ew! what was that for?!’ he snarled, aggressively rubbing his cheek to appear as though he was wiping off the kiss but in reality he was trying to hide his furiously red blush 

‘awh, did you not like it?’ you pouted, cocking your head to the side at his negative reaction, ‘mina said it’d be cute.’

now he was stuck between a rock and a hard place 

neither of which were kirishima

he could say he didn’t enjoy it but not only would he be lying, it might upset you and that’s the last thing he wanted to do tbh

especially bc you were both a bit apprehensive about physical touch up until now so it definitely took you some balls to make the first move

however, he’d have to swallow a lot of pride to admit that he liked it 

so he eventually settled with muttering, ‘it’s whatever.’

perfectly executed, bakugo thought

you rolled your eyes at his answer, knowing full well that if bakugo didn’t like something, he’d make it a point to tell you - as he has done in the past

but the last thing you wanted to do was make him uncomfortable so you didn’t pull anything like that again for a while

you didn’t really mind tbh but bakugo definitely did

i mean, you gave him a teaser of your touch and now he was addicted, so it was cruel of you to just withdraw so quickly

he thought that you were taking a break bc you didn’t want to come off too strong but one night, you were just sitting beside each other on his bed and you didn’t even care to give him just a little kiss not even a peck

livid. he was livid.

did he have to make the second move? is that how this works? he didn’t really know

‘uh, are you gonna kiss me or what?’ he hissed, shooting you a forced glare

your eyes widened, ‘uh, sorry, what?--’

‘i’m not saying it again.’

you smiled, shuffling over to bakugo before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, ‘okay, fine. anything my lil’ princess wants.’

‘OH FUCK OFF!’ he barked, playfully pushing you away slightly

‘okay, okay- i’m sorry!’ you giggled, leaning back in to briefly silence him with your lips, ‘that was a bit mean of me- if anything, i think asking for what you want is very manly.’

you stared at his displeased and gruff expression before realising that you should probably elaborate to fill the awkward silence

‘and what’s wrong with being a princess?- if you were one, i think you’d be cinderella-’

‘and you’d be the rat who makes me clothes.’ he let out a low chuckle at that comparison

‘i’m never going near you ever again.’ you grumbled, trying to scoot away from him but being prevented from doing so by his tight grip on your shoulder after he hastily slung his arm behind you

‘good!’ he scoffed while simultaneously pulling you closer

dabi

literally didn’t even faze him at first 

you’d just sneak up behind him to pepper kisses on the nape of his neck and he’d simply turn around then offer you a bite of the burrito he was having

or you’d rush up to him while he was on his phone to press a quick kiss on his cheek and he’d just show you the meme he was looking at on his phone

no blush, no chuckle, no smile in sight 

HOWEVER something that does get him every time is when you kiss along his lil’ face staples or when you’d make the ‘mwah’ sound effect as you kissed him

he thinks it’s so cute 🥰

and after a while of you doing that, he’ll probably start doing it too lol

but only on the top of your head or on the back of your knuckle

he doesn’t hold your hand too often bc of his quirk and also he generally doesn’t find it practical but sometimes when you are just sitting next to each other — watching a movie or sumn — he reaches out for your hand and just showers it with kisses

on the tips of your finger, knuckles, nails, wrist, palm- literally everywhere 

oh and bites on you when he’s hungry and you’re making food-

that’s like his version of surprise kisses lmao

you’ll be daydreaming while stirring the pot of macaroni then he’ll sneak up behind you — silent asf  — and bite on your shoulder or take your hand to bite your knuckle

although they aren’t full on bites, like a nom not a chomp, if that makes sense, it feels really weird bc his teeth are sharp as hell

it scares the shit out of you every time btw

one time, you tried nibbling on his hand in a similar way that he does to you but you were almost sick 🤢

like his hands literally reek of ash and smoke 

you tried to play it off like it wasn’t an issue bc you didn’t want to hurt his feeling or whatever but like..he knew- and he felt bad that you felt obliged to kiss his crusty hands

but it also amused him to watch you try choke back a gag as your lips pulled away from his hand so yeah 🤠

shoto todoroki 

every kiss he gives you is a surprise kiss bc you never see the bitch coming-

anyway, it’s impossible to surprise him with a kiss or hug or anything like that bc he just knows when you are nearby 

he’s on hyperalert 24/7

the only time you’d possibly be able to surprise him is when he’s extremely tired or..asleep

but you can try though and he’ll commend your efforts :))

if he’s sitting in the common area and you try to shock him from behind with a sudden kiss on his shoulder, he’ll just look at you like 🙂 ‘good morning, (l/n).’

the first time you ever actually make him jump with on of your kisses is probably like..3 years into your marriage WIUGFLREUIBL

anyway, he highkey loves it though

it ALWAYS makes him smile bc you try so hard at something so trivial

flashback to that one time you hid in the pantry for a good 10 minutes just so you could jump out and scare him with your affection

but he opened the door and after you jumped out at him, he was still like, 🙂 ‘oh, hi, (l/n). what were you doing in the pantry?’

he might try do something similar to you but with minimal effort

for instance, if you’re waiting for him to arrive at the park, mall etc for a date and he notices that you haven’t seen him yet, he’ll just creep up behind you before hesitantly tapping your shoulder, accompanied by the most monotone ‘boo.’ you’ve ever heard

honestly, he kinda wanted to snatch your hand up in his but he tapped your shoulder instead bc he didn’t want to scare you into thinking that some random guy just took your hand 

 anyway mans doesn’t discriminate w/ his kisses just show him affection and he literally doesn’t care if it’s ‘random’ or not, all kisses are equal in his eyes 

eijiro kirishima

plz he is the ceo of random kisses 

definitely the sort of guy to creep up behind you and cover your eyes, ‘guess who!’

you sighed, instinctively covering his rough hand with your own, ‘i have no idea, eijiro. who is it?’

then he peppers your face in kisses,no matter who is around

the bakusquad will literally call him a sap till the day he dies and every single time kirishima will reply with ‘heh, okay.’

anyway, back to the scheduled programme 

if you just rush up to him at lunch, give him a kiss on the forehead then bolt off, he’ll be a bit flustered but overall very hyped

not even confused tbh like he won’t even ask about it lol

ALSO if you’re in a support course and he comes back from a trip and you greet him by tackling him to the ground with affection, he will melt

like he could’ve literally came back from fighting villains, horribly injuring himself or almost dying but powering through, then you show him some love and he’s like ‘my time has come’ then he passes away 😇 

but other than your initial burst of love energy when you first see him, you’re generally as gentle as possible with him when he comes back from a mission

which is the perfect opportunity to give random kisses bc he’s spent the last few weeks being on high-alert so now he’s just ..relaxed :)

oh and plz visit the dorm after school to surprise him, he will literally fall so hard- 😍

[straw-of-the-hat]

I love Kit's and Izuku's friendship. They're my BROTP. So could I bother you to write some headcanons based on their friendship and the shenanigans they get into?

Kit and Izuku shenanigans

These headcanons belong to this story!

✨ Let me just start out by saying they've definitely committed arson.

✨ Kit is the only reason Izuku had any confidence and if anything ever happens to him Izuku is probably going to shrivel up like a piece of month old broccoli and never move again.

✨Tenya is deathly afraid of leaving Kit and Izuku alone together but can't do much considering how close they live to each other. He's never considered himself religious, but by god does that boy pray everytime he sends those two off on their own.

✨Kit somehow managed to get into a fist fight at least once a week on their way home but Izuku has learned to just sit back and watch it go down rather than try and intervene.

✨They both chill at the Midoriya apartment all the time and talk about theoretical plans to overthrow the hero commission and revamp it from the inside.

✨Izuku has written "adopted by All Might" fanfiction and yes Kit knows and will forever hold it over his head. He's printed out four copies and has sent it to fifteen different emails.

✨They try to start a quirkless mafia but it's literally not working and Kit is irrationally angry because most of Japan's quirkless population is made up of old people. Old people with knee problems. As the mafia, they should be the ones causing the knee problems, not experiencing them!

✨Izuku is inspired and decides he absolutely must know how to seduce people. Kit forces Tenya into his demonstration and Izuku has like, half a notebook worth of notes.

✨He practices on Katsuki, naturally. Kit is all for it because Katsuki always comes home looking like he just got blasted in the face with a stream of ice water: shivering, flushed cheeks, wide eyes. It's fucking hilarious.

✨ They're low-key constantly insulting each other. Like all the time. And yet their self-esteem never stops growing? How can they be putting each other down and lifting each other up at he same time it doesn't make sense. Quirkless unity?

✨Kit tried—really, honest to fuck tried—to get Izuku into anything other than one of his weird shirts labeled "pants" or "flannel". He made a gargantuan effort and it just didn't work. Izuku could be a fashion icon if he just let the shirts go. He could be on the runway, and Kit is in agony.

✨They DIYed their own Tenya shirts to irritate him because what else are they supposed to do if not annoy him? They also run an Iida family Stan account on Twitter and worship Tensei like he's some sort of saint. Which I mean, he may as well be.

✨Izuku has never had alcohol so they dressed Denise up in their stolen Endeavor costume and sent him in to go illegally purchase them whatever the nomu could get his hands on. It was white claw but they made do.

✨Izuku starts a blog about Kit and Tenya's relationship and Kit knows this yet can't find a way to permanently delete it. It just pops back up and Izuku rags on them publicly for their PDA. It's brutal. The commenters are so cutthroat.

✨They stole a minivan once because Izuku used his pay to buy a rare, life-sized All Might statue off of eBay and they had no way to transport it. Where did Izuku even learn how to hotwire?

✨Denise does have a crush on the statue and they're not going to tell All Might this nor are they going to do anything about it. It's comedic relief at it's finest. Plus Inko really enjoys setting up fake dates for the statue and Denise because it makes the Nomu so impossibly happy. Who are they to get in the way of that?

✨They make a Chad shrine in every public bathroom they find and there's sort of a thing about it on Reddit that's slowly growing in size. I.E., they accidentally made Chad his own cult. They're both too afraid to tell Tenya.

✨They bully Katsuki on purpose and it's so fun. He gets so scared. Kit is already teaching Izuku how to take him down in a one on one fight without a quirk and by the time Izuku gets to UA he will be unstoppable.

✨They like to dress Luis the Chihuahua up in little outfits and post them on the Instagram he made for them. They're both way too invested in it. It's a miracle that dog isn't dead with own old and decrepit it is, honestly.

✨They have six different secret handshakes and they all mean different things.

✨Kit is GOING to give Izuku a haircut one day soon, even if he has to knock him out to get it done.

✨Why does Kit literally make Izuku livid what the fuck. Izuku used to be fine. Docile, if you will. Now he's just irritated and drenched in sarcasm that he can't stop from pouring out. Yet he also adores him. Where is the line and when did they cross it?

✨ Izuku's still too afraid to ask for ketchup at a restaurant. That's what Kit is for, Izuku supposes.

✨Izuku writes down any kink Kit alludes to ever for the sole purpose of later shaming him. Oh, and giving Tenya a heads up. Poor guy has no idea what's going on.

✨ They kill it at dance dance revolution

✨Kit is always trying to hook Izuku up with anyone hot they come across. He just knows Izuku would thrive in a relationship.

✨ He's sort of eyeing Shoto Todoroki for the role, actually. He and Izuku would be cute, right?

✨Izuku knows all of Kits passwords and sometimes breaks into his Instagram just to screenshot all the thirst messages the other boy gets and sends them to Tenya. Tenya gets so offended and Kit is left to deal with the aftermath. Absolutely hilarious.

✨Izuku knows how to disarm pretty much any type of bomb you can think of and teaches Kit all he knows. In return, Kit takes him to a casino and shows him the ways of poker

✨Kit is really good at poker and that makes people made and yes they are now running for their lives

✨Izuku always carries a pair of emergency shoes for Kit even though he knows they'll just be lost. Better safe than sorry.

✨Kit, in parallel, has a variety of fidget toys hidden on his person at any given time in case Izuku finds himself feeling anxious

✨Kit once sat on Izuku's shoulders and they wore a really longe trench coat to break into Best Jeanist's main fashion department building to steal his runway plans so they could know what they were up against

✨They outclassed him in every imaginable way

✨Izuku literally dissociates anytime Kit opens his mouth to talk about Tenya. He doesn't want to know. TMI. Time out. No.

✨Kit dared Izuku to go up to Endeavor in disguise during his patrol and pretend to ask for an autograph and instead knee him in the balls.

✨Izuku's chosen disguise was a full sonic the hedgehog costume and he did in fact knee endeavor in the crotch. And yes, it's a meme now

✨ They have an Endeavor hate chant

✨Izuku really wants to add All Might merch to the Suzuko line and Kit just thinks he's a nerd and a suck up. All might is already his teacher and now he wants designer clothes with his face on it? Too far, man. Too far.

✨They have matching jeans that they definitely didn't steal when they broke into Jeanist's fashion depot.

✨Overall they're an unstoppable and rather irritating force to be reckoned with and will stop at nothing to wreck havoc, much to Tenya's disdain.

[uwuwriting]

My s/o is scarier than yours w/ Dabi, Hawks and Aizawa

Request: Can you do a dabi , hawks and a aizawa reacting to there blind badass s/o going all out on someone who kidnapped Them - @chronosdemon2​

 Tik tok memes have been stuck in my head all day and I’m very close to saying that “Kill your parents Tracey” to someone unironically….. the thing is they'll DO IT. Love ya. 💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: cursing and descriptions of violence, some quirk use, violent quirk use, TW blood

Dabi

-I swear he got caught on purpose . 

-He was strong enough to roast anyone that came close to him and he could literally beat them to a pulp. 

-But noooo he had been whining about wanting to see you saving his ass after he heard Toga talk about how hot you were when you were angry and how your overly aggressive quirk use, made your eyes ?pop?

-The appeal of murdering someone and finding it hot is beyond you so you just let it slide. 

-But McCrispy had other plans. 

-He had been acting reckless and made stupid mistakes while out on missions, constantly getting hurt and forcing you to half carry him back to HQ. 

-You contemplated leaving him in that rusty, disgusting warehouse since you were sure they were gonna ship him back the moment he opened his mouth to speak. 

-He was THAT annoying. 

-But alas your heart got the better of you and after two days of letting him be held captive you decided to go down there yourself and pick up your oversized child. 

-Dabi on the other hand was starting to get pissed. 

-He expected you to come get him the moment you heard he was being held captive, I mean you said you loved him right? You must be worried sick. 

-The other idiots wouldn’t bother for a week or so before remotely lifting a finger in an effort to get him back so you would be coming alone. 

-What the fuck was taking you so long???

-He could burn this whole place down; he could easily do that but they had given him quite the beating already and some of the staples on his skin came loose making the pain radiating through his body ten times worse. 

-He hated admitting that he was truly in pain. 

-In this moment though, as blood trickled from his chest and arms he couldn’t deny that his body was way too sore to even move an inch.

-Another thing he hated was the fact that he needed you right now. 

-Even though he had done this whole thing because he wanted to see you losing your control a little he never expected to be hurt like this, become so desperate for someone to actually save him. 

-He stopped hoping for a savior when he was a child so why is this spark of hope suddenly back? 

-Resting his head on the cold wall behind him he tried to get some rest, hopefully he would feel better after he got some sleep. 

-As you made your way silently through the corridors of the warehouse you noticed a pile of bloody staples in a far corner, seeing red as you immediately knew where these staples came from or better from who.

-You had no intention of giving Dabi the satisfaction of seeing you fight the dudes that caught him. 

-He basically forced you to come pick him up like some drunk idiot who forgot he didn’t have a ride home at 3 am in the morning. 

-But now that they touched him? 

-Sure he was a dick but he was your dick of a boyfriend and no one laid a hand on him. 

-Screams echoed through the halls waking Dabi up from his little exhaustion induced nap, mind hazy from the way his head was spinning. 

-With wobbly legs he got up as the screams grew closer and by the time he was at the door it was flinged off its hinges, hitting one of the lackeys that tried getting up. 

-Even through the immense pain he was in this fucker smirked. 

-There you were, features etched with pure fury, blood splats all over your clothes as he could feel the energy of your quirk radiating through the metallic air. 

- “You fucking dumbass.” 

- “It’s nice to see you too doll.” 

-You hauled him to the safehouse, not uttering a single word on the way back letting him wallow in silence. 

-You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him after you saw how banged up he was.

-Cleaning his skin so it wouldn’t get infected, you got some spare staples to piece him back together *literally*. 

-He knew he messed up big time by the way you wouldn’t meet his gaze so he swallowed his pride and forced himself to give a single apology.

- “Sorry.”

- Sighing you kissed his nose, giving him a stern look while wrapping his chest up with a bandage. 

- “Just don’t pull anything like that again.” 

-You ain't never hearing the s word again. 

Hawks/Keigo Takami 

-He swears he had everything under control. 

-Completely disregarding the fact that he was tied to a chair with all of his feathers gone leaving his wings looking like a newborn chicken. 

-Yeah completely under control. 

-Doesn’t even know how he ended up here. 

-One minute he is on patrol with his favorite person in the world and the next he wakes up in a room with no windows, tied to a very uncomfortable chair. 

-Doesn’t even remember if he used his wings at all!

-He is trying to wiggle free when the chair tips and he falls face first on the dirty ass cement floor. 

-His knees were scrapped and his nose was smushed, a frustrated groan leaving his lips as he maneuvered himself to lay on his side, brows furrowing as he continued to stare at the grey wall opposite of him. 

-The ropes that tied his hands were tight leaving no room for his hands to either wiggle free or untie the knots all together. 

-He had to come up with a new plan. 

-So what did he do? He started singing. 

-No no you aren’t reading this wrong. 

-From the macarena to WAP, he knew all the lyrics, his voice bouncing off the four walls of his room. 

-His throat was getting hoarse and he was running out of songs when he heard the screams. 

-At first they weren’t coherent, just a jumble of words and shouts as quirks were activated, the building shaking a little bit by all the attacks. 

-The noise got closer, more voices joined the screaming fest and poor guy was frantically now trying to get his hands or wings or anything really free from the ropes to at least defend himself to whatever is coming his way. 

- “WHERE THE HELL IS HE?!”

- “LADY WHY ARE YOU SO MAD I-”

- *slap*

-Oh he recognized that voice. 

-That sweet melodic voice that was now cursing the hell out of the guard outside his door like a construction worker on a Monday. 

-The door rattled as something rammed into it, the hinges barely staying in place as it was attacked again and again and again until it came off, falling just a few inches away from his face. 

-You walked in, eyes immediately locking with his as groans and pained moans could be heard coming from behind you. 

-Your uniform had a few bloodstains on it and he could see your chest rising and falling rapidly but as his eyes scanned your figure, everything seemed fine; no injuries, no bruises just a few wrinkles on your shirt. 

-His little chicken wings flapped as he beamed at you, a happy coo leaving his lips the moment you kneeled down behind him to untie the knots, giving him a kiss on the cheek *even though you were kinda pissed and did it while mumbling something about him being a stupid idiot with the brain of a penguin*. 

-You didn’t bother informing anyone that you got him back, just shooting your sidekick a text that you are going home. 

-Anger was radiating from your whole body and Keigo could feel it coming in intense waves. 

-He didn’t say a word the whole ride home *cause he was gonna get thrown…..close to the truth*

-Once inside your apartment, you helped him with his uniform and tended to the few scratches and bruises that littered his torso and limbs, resting your forehead on his shoulder once you were done, a tired sigh escaping your lips. 

- “I’m sorry. Are you mad at me?”

- “I’m not mad, not at you at least.” 

-Wrapping his arms around you he swiftly switched spots, asking for permission silently to help with your bruises. 

- “Thank you for coming dove.” 

Aizawa Shota 

-He could hear you pounding down the streets after them. 

-He felt so hopeless right now, body gone limp from some quirk that he didn’t manage to block, being carried like a sack through the streets that he should be protecting while his s/o was spewing profanities and very malicious threats at the people who held him. 

-Really it was one of the most embarrassing moments in his whole hero career. 

-Worse than that one time he got caught in his own capture tool when he first laid his eyes on you one cold Friday night in the middle of winter. 

-As his head bobbed along with his kidnapper’s footsteps he caught small glimpses of your form, anger etched on every single crevice of your face, eyes hard as they stayed glued to the person that held him, your quirk letting out small thrums of energy that gave away your anger. 

-You could barely keep it at bay right now. 

-You couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to your husband. 

-He literally got snatched in front of your eyes. 

-You had no time to react as he was hit by that bastard’s quirk and you saw his body fall limp. 

-At the mere thought of the attempted kidnapping your quirk let out a stronger thrum sending some trash cans crashing to the ground from their spots on the side of the alleyway. 

-Your lungs burned and your thighs were beginning to hurt like hell but you weren’t about to let them get away. 

-Gripping the railing of a low balcony, you hauled yourself up, quickly making your way to the roof and continuing your persecution from above. 

-One by one you began taking the idiots out, the higher ground giving you a more open look on them and allowing you to use your quirk safely. 

-Soon enough the only one left was the one who was holding your husband who also happened to run into a dead end, whimpers leaving his lips as he saw your figure on the building’s roof. 

-By the time your feet touched the pavement, the villain was begging you to let him go that he and his crew won’t pull something like this again. 

-In one swift motion he was knocked unconscious falling next to your husband who was beginning to gain the ability to move again. 

-With a groan you helped him to his feet, searching for any further injuries before cupping his cheek and giving him a kiss, engulfing him in a hug right after. 

- “I thought I would lose you.”

-He hugged you close, burying his face in your hair as siren’s started echoing off the walls of the alley. 

- “I’m here, I’m alright.” 

-He felt your body slightly shake whether that was caused by the shock and the worry you just went through or the overuse of your quirk, he didn’t know. 

-What he did know though was that you deserved to be pampered even more than usual tonight.  

-Giving you another kiss he gently pushed you off him, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the “crime scene”, taking the familiar road home. 

-That night he holds you a little tighter than usual. 

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[stina-is-a-punk-rocker]

my love-hate relationship with ‘stranger things 3’

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. Inconsolable were the Harringroves; So beware the spoilers that come thine way. - Lewis Carrol, at some point

[Picture me holding up a ‘YOU SUCK/YOU RULE’ board. Chunks of my hair are missing.]

PROS:

· So much was going on at any given moment. It was a rollercoaster on an acid trip in the middle of a South Asian wedding after 2PM.

· It feels like the writers genuinely had fun with this season; the Big Bad was (ironically, considering its origins) fresh, the storylines went every direction imaginable- and beyond- and who the fuck cares about connecting all the threads when it’s so damn entertaining?

· Steve Harrington in a dorky sailor’s costume.

· Steve Harrington never changing out of said dorky sailor’s costume for the entire season.

· Robin Buckley in a dorky sailor’s costume.

· Robin Buckley in general.

· Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley in dorky sailor’s costumes, together.

· Straightbaiting.

· Steve finally getting a friend who doesn’t make him act like a douche / doesn’t dump him for a guy who creeped on them / has hit puberty.

· Male-female friendships that don’t end up in boning.

· Steve finally winning a fight.

· Dustin making a big deal out of this.

· Erica ‘You can’t spell America without Erica’ Sinclair.

· Hopper being El’s legal father.

· El breaking up with Mike.

· Female friendships that do not involve one being eaten alive by a monster from another dimension.

· Max giving El a makeover.

· Gratuitous references to the 80s.

· Will Byers.

· Me adopting Will Byers.

· On the subject of Will Byers- I know a lot of you headcanon gay Will, but consider: ace/aro Will.

· Nancy’s new haircut.

· Karen Wheeler being a decent mother to her daughter instead of hooking up with a boy the same age as her aforementioned daughter (the bar is literally so low for this woman, the only way to go is up).

· Heather Holloway, my girl in red.

· Carnivals.

· The Fourth of July.

· Carnivals on the Fourth of July.

· Billy’s mullet.

· Billy’s blue, blue eyes.

· Billy in a wifebeater and blue, blue jeans.

· Billy reminding me of multiple Taylor Swift songs.

· Billy getting possessed.

· Billy’s moral compass making a cameo.

· Billy dying right afterwards. (me, watching Billy’s childhood trauma: We saw this with Christian Grey, we saw it with Hardin Whoeverthefuck; they’re not gonna give him a redemption arc, are they? me, watching Billy get punctured like shishkebab: GIVE HIM THE GODDAMN REDEMPTION ARC.)

· Billy would not be amused with the existence of tentacle hentai.

· This dead meme that took me far too long to make that I’m far too proud of:

Graphic designing is my passion.

· Dustin and Suzie-not-Q’s duet trumping every Disney musical in existence.

· The dog. I don’t remember seeing it, but there must’ve been at least one.

CONS:

· The sheer secondhand embarrassment I got from the first episode alone. I had to leave my room multiple times to get a breather; it was an effort to convince myself to take the stairs instead of flinging myself off the goddamn balcony.

· Exploding into smithereens like one of those rats >>>>> seeing children making out.

· El and Mike not staying broken up.

· Evil Russians.

· Not being able to take a Russian course because I’m already falling behind on my Spanish and Italian and the Duolingo owl being a bitch about it.

· The US military getting later than my dad picking me up after school.

· The realization that Dad’s still going to be late as ever because I never fucking learned to drive.

· The pandemic that got in the way of my driving lessons.

· Billy’s Camaro- second to only the locker room for the most popular hookup spot in Harringrove fics- getting banged up.

· Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash not making an appearance.

· All the time I spent wondering which writer has a kink for seeing Joe Keery’s face in injury makeup because Steve Harrington gets the living daylights knocked out of him every season.

· ‘Injury makeup’ being something I made up on the spot because I don’t know what else to call it.

· The Coca-Cola product placements.

· Coca-Cola and Pepsi tasting the same to me.

· “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” Mike, you’re, like, 12.

· Erica Sinclair going from funny to insufferable every time I blink.

· Billy getting skewered in the middle of his character arc.

· El knowing way too much for a girl who didn’t know what a friend was in the first season.

· Steve being too much of a comic relief and not enough of a person.

· Hopper being whatever the hell he was for this entire season. He was so jarringly out of character that they should’ve just given him another name and made him Hopper’s psycho twin or something.

· I heard somewhere that Maya Hawke had to ask for her character to be queer… but they’re perfectly fine with having middle-aged, married women lust over a teenager??? I reiterate, the bar is so fucking low, yet somehow the gays are below even that???

· My perseverance about making shitty memes.

[dameronology]

tea and whiskey {jack daniels x reader} - 6

summary: despite his best efforts, it appears as though you're completely slipping through jack's fingers. it appears as though he has no choice but to put everything out on the table in a last ditch attempt to keep you by his side. {series masterlist}

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, mentions of death

this one's a bit of a rollercoaster, but i promise it's fun <3

- jazz xx

You'd told Jack that things between you were fine.

They didn't feel as much.

You had meant it when you'd said it - it was just that the more you thought about it and the more you pondered on your concerns, the more worried you became. Did you even know Jack Daniels at all? His mysteriousness had been attractive at first but the closer you got to him, the more you found yourself wanting to hold him at an arm's length until you had your answers. When the situation between you had been a co-workers-with-benefits affair, it hadn't mattered so much. But now, you'd agreed it was something more intense, something more meaningful. Was it unfair to think that you deserved to know a little more? To get a more substance than just it's fine, trust me?

Whilst you hadn't wanted it to get in the ways of things, you couldn't help it. It hadn't changed anything the first few days after your conversation about where you stood, or about his seeming vendetta against Ginger, but the more you thought about it, the more it got to you. It had been almost 2 weeks since then, and you'd spent most of the second one lying to him. Telling him you had to call Eggsy, or your mum, or that you had to work late to get some paperwork done for Merlin.

Tonight had been no different - it was a Friday, the last six of which you had spent at Jack's. You'd given him some ridiculous waffle about timezones and reporting to the Kingsman. He had seemed to believe it; if he didn't, he'd chosen not to comment on it.

You were sat in your shared office, heels kicked to one side and feet propped up on the table. There was a glass of wine in one hand and your phone in the other (you were exchanging memes with Eggsy), and an episode of the The Crown playing on your computer. It was a nice way of getting your mind off of the situation with Jack, and the fact that you had a mountain of Calahan-related paperwork.

"So, this is the important meeting that you ditched me for?"

You froze at the sound of Jack's voice. He was leant against the doorway, arms folded over his chest and a look on his face that didn't seem too far off of pissed. Your first instinct was to lie, but the urge quickly faded. What was the point? He'd already caught you in one. Might as well just rip it off like a band-aid.

"I lied."

"That's clear as fucking day." Jack shot back. "Am I boring you all of a sudden?"

"Jack." You sighed. "I just needed some space to think."

"I thought we were good?" His brown eyes fell to the floor. "What's with all the lying? I admire your brutal honesty."

"I was only brutally honest with people I didn't mind hurting." You paused your laptop, pulling your feet down from the desk. "I care about you and I don't want to hurt you-"

"- I have pretty thick skin." He cut you off. "Be honest - you have my blessing."

"I thought I was okay with how intense things were getting," you began. "But the more, I think about it, the more I'm not sure."

Jack's face fell. "That's why you've suddenly been distant these past two weeks, huh?"

"Yeah." You nodded.

"What brought this on?"

You were silent.

"I know." Jack sighed. "It's the thing with Ginger, isn't it?"

"Not just that." You said. "You asked me to trust you and I agreed to, but I'm not sure I do."

"What have I ever done to make you not trust me?"

"Nothing, but that's my problem." You replied. "This is all on me."

"It sure as hell is." He sniffed. "If you want space, I'll give you space. Just don't count on me to be here when you get back."

--

The tension in Champ's office the following morning was almost fucking suffocating.

The poor man had no idea what had gone down between the two of you. Heck, even you were struggling to understand it. You'd got yourself into situations before with your tendency to overthink, but this one might have taken the cake. Relationships - or whatever the hell you and Jack had going on - had never been your area of expertise, and you had no idea how to navigate your situation. It had seemed like a good idea to act on your doubt and be honest with him, but now you were just worried that you'd ruined it.

"You two are making excellent progress with your mission to get Calahan." Champ said.

"Thank you, sir." Jack nodded.

"We need to discuss the matter of when you catch him."

"I appreciate your faith in us, but if we catch him, rather than when we catch him might be a little more realistic." You replied.

"I'm not certain of many things, but I am absolutely sure that you and Jack have this in the bag." Champ shot back. "And when you do, I'm afraid there is only room for one name on the arrest forms."

You sat up in your seat. "What do you mean?"

"I know that you two have made a completely join effort in this matter." He began. "But as far as Interpol, and every international agency has seen it, only one person's name can be on the paperwork."

"But we can both take credit, right?" You urged. "Surely, they can recognise us both for our work."

"I'm afraid not, Percy." Champ sighed. "The paperwork can only be processed under one name-"

"- why?" Jack cut him off. "I mean, why, sir?"

"Traditionally, only one agent would go into the field, to keep the casualties as low as possible." He explained. "Things have changed in practice but on paper, things still stand."

"So what are we meant to do?" You asked.

"You'll have to decide between yourselves who gets that recognition." He replied.

"Right." You murmured and stood up. "Thank you, sir."

Champ gave you a nod. "And you, agent. I'm sorry it has to be this way."

Me too, you thought.

You stalked out of Champ's office, Jack hot on your heels. If things had been a little tense before, they were going to be strangling now. The cowboy was already hurt by your revelation from the night before, and now, that was only going to get worst, because there was no way in hell that you were about to give the reins over to him. You'd make it clear from day one that your job came first, so that shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone.

Heels clicking loudly against the floor, you sped up slightly in an attempt to lose him. It had been foolish, though, because before you could sprint into the ladies' room, Jack grabbed you by the arm and pulled you to the side.

"Lying to me and running away from me?" He asked. "You're breaking my fucking heart, baby."

You swatted his hand away and puffed out your chest. "I'm taking credit for Calahan."

Jack thinned his eyes at you. "We should talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about." You said. "I chased his ass all the across the Atlanic and I've been working on this project longer than you. Personal feelings aside, it makes sense."

"It sounds like you're saying you've done most the work."

"That is what I'm saying."

"I've done most the physical work." He shot back. "The chasing, the jumping over walls, the field work."

"None of which you could have done without me."

"Is this because of what I said last night? Are you mad?" He asked.

"No, I'm mad because you know how much this means to me!" You shoved him. "A win like this is all I've ever wanted. You know that!"

"It means a lot to me too!"

"I am putting my name on those papers." You snapped. "I've spent my whole life living in the fucking shadows at Kingsman and I'm tired of it. This is my win."

"With an attitude like that, I don't blame the damn redcoats for wanting to keep you in the shadows."

Your mouth fell open. If that had come from anyone else, you could have dealt with it. But Jack? The man who had always encouraged and loved your fire? The man you'd opened up to about how suffocated you felt at Kingsman? It was though he'd thrown your trust right back in your face.

"Wait, I didn't mean that-"

"- fuck you, Jack."

--

Drinking was, essentially, the thing that had gotten you into this whole situation in the first place. It was this very bar, in fact.

It was beyond you why you'd gone to Jack's favourite cowboy bar to simmer; probably because it was the closest thing you could get to actually being in his presence right now. Which was quite funny, because if you were in his presence, you no doubt would have decked him right there and then. His stupid fucking words were playing on a loop in your head, and it felt like a punch to your gut every time they circled back around your pre-fontal cortex.

You could have called Eggsy and vented to him, but that would involve recounting the whole story to him. He'd want to whoop Jack's ass for going near you in the first place, and eject him into outer space entirely for his petty jab. God, you missed your best friend.

Despite your anger, you hadn't even drank that much. Maybe a beer, or three - way below the amount you needed to even get tipsy. Drunken rage barely did you favours at the best of times, and right now was definitely the worst of times. It was just that sitting in a bar was a much better alternative to wallowing in your pity, alone in your larger-than-life apartment.

You sighed and took another sip of your drink, glancing over at your phone. There were three texts from Jack; a please call me, a I'll explain everything and a I fucked up, I know. You couldn't help but snort - what reason did he even have for talking to you that way?

With a twenty tossed on the bar and an empty glass, you shrugged your jacket on and began the walk back to your apartment. The air was cold and everyone was rushing around you to get back to their own respective homes. You had never wanted more in your life to go back to yours - your home in London. The one filled with pictures of you and your family, with memories of dumb sleepovers with Eggsy and late nights with your favourite films.

"So you're stalking me now?"

You could't muster up any other words when you saw Jack waiting by your door. Apparently his ignored texts and calls hadn't been a big enough sign.

"I didn't know where you were." Jack murmured.

"I was out." You shoved your way past him. "You can go now."

"We need to talk."

"Not right now." You groaned. "I'm tired, no thanks to you."

"I don't like when things are like this." He continued, following you inside as you unlocked the door. "I can't stand the idea of you being mad at me."

"So why do you do shit that makes me mad?" You shot back.

Jack sighed, leaning against your kitchen earlier. "I shouldn't have said what I did earlier. I was hurt-"

"- you were hurt?!" You snorted in disbelief.

"It fucking killed me when you said that you didn't trust me, sugar." He admitted. "I get why. I've been holding a lot of stuff back from you and I...I don't think it'll excuse my behaviour, but it might at least give you a reason."

"Okay." You murmured.

"I've barely told anyone this, but I trust you." He reached out and took your hands in his. "It's a lot."

"Jack, you don't have to-"

"- I used to be married." He cut you off. You froze at his words. "Her name was Georgia, and we'd been in love since high-school."

"I..." you trailed off. "Used to be?"

"She was killed in a shoot-out during a robbery." Jack's voice wavered slightly. "She was pregnant at the time. I lost two people that day."

"Shit." You murmured. "I'm sorry, Jack."

"It's fine." He replied. "Not your fault, sweetheart."

"Who else knows?"

"Ginger." He said. "She was a friend of mine, long before we were at Statesman. Georgia's best friend, too."

"You're trying to protect her, aren't you?" You glanced up, eyes meeting. "By keeping her out the field?"

"It's a shitty excuse." He half-heartedly shrugged. "She's all I have left of Georgia. The only person who really shares my pain."

Jack was right -- it hadn't been an excuse, but it was an explanation. You couldn't even begin to get your head around the kind of pain he must have felt then, or even the kind he felt now. You'd had weeks worth of deep conversations and late-night talks but he had never, ever even remotely mentioned Georgia, or his unborn child. You couldn't blame him for that. Not in the slightest.

You were struggling to find the words, really. A thousand new layers had just been added to a man you were already struggling to understand.

"That must be a real weight on your shoulders."

"It is." Jack nodded. "But it lifts slightly when I'm with you."

"Really?" You asked quietly.

"Completely." He countered. "That's all I've wanted my entire life -- to feel again, and I do with you."

"That's deep." You tried to crack a joke, to lighten the mood.

"Even if this ends when you go back to London, I'm still grateful." He continued. "You gave me that, so I should give you what you've always wanted."

"A real-life Batmobile?"

Jack snorted, despite the emotional atmosphere. "Your name will have to go on those papers. It should never have even been a question."

"Jack, I-"

"- that's all there is to say." He shook his head. "There'll be other arrests and missions, but I'll never find someone like you."

Without anything to say, you placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him into a kiss. That in itself said everything you needed to- thank you, I'm sorry, maybe you don't suck that much, etc. The entire conversation marked a definitive shift in your relationship, and even though it was one that neither of you could quite work out, that didn't matter. You'd thrown yourself back into the deep end, even though you'd been so hell-bent on breaking to the surface just hours earlier.

There was no doubt that it would only complicated the whole let's not fall in love promise you'd made -- but that was something to worry about later, right?

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