#god I am so baffled and annoyed

[shadathebookworm]

To tell Palestinians to suck it up and support Palestine elsewhere when we talk about not voting for biden in the middle of a genocide that’s been going on for over half a year is fucking crazy. How do you think we GOT HERE dumbass?? Because so many sucked it up and voted for biden in 2020 because “trump would be worse” and now he’s committing genocide against our people. And why do you think other shows of support are somehow more effective than withholding our votes? Biden could have stopped when he saw people weren’t voting for him in the primaries, but he didn’t. He could’ve stopped when he saw all the support for a ceasefire, but he didn’t. He dug his grave, now he has to lie in it and to attempt to put the blame on people who refuse to vote for him is obnoxious.

There is no worse now. This was unforgivable when it started. To tell us trump would do worse is inane, to tell us we have to vote for biden when those of us living in the US are already complicit by just living here is thoughtless and honest to god malicious. And to tell us THE WORLD needs us to vote for biden is beyond words. Do you not consider Gaza and the rest of Palestine as part of the world? The world needs the US to fucking collapse, not a president who pretends he’s left when he’s actually about a single centimeter more left than the far right from a party whose only selling point is “at least we’re not them.” That is not enough. It never should have been enough. And now here we are.

Your comfortability with the status quo doesn’t make it the only choice. Just because YOU are willing to vote for a genocidal man, does not mean we are, nor that we have to be.

[lesbiansanemi]

Things to make me lie down and contemplate everything. 400 ppl liking my writing enough that they want a notification when there’s something new

[strixhaven]

discord servers love having a thousand channels both vague enough to be incredibly confusing in what you’re allowed to post where and hyper-specific enough that you’ll get yelled at for posting the “wrong” thing in place where any reasonable person would think it belongs

[theghostofashton]

the people who ignore everything except one part of an email......i want to study their brains

[livwritesstuff]

i went on a deep dive of the Steve & Hopper ao3 tag yesterday and and it got me thinking about what would happen if Chief of Police Hopper ran into Steve and Eddie while he was on patrol after pseudo-adopting Steve, and it’s been long enough that Hopper is sort of a safe-person for Steve so Steve goes into full-fledged bitch mode when Hopper tries to pull cop stuff on them, and Eddie (who knew about none of this because Steve is a chronic under-sharer) is so totally baffled.

He’d spent years watching Steve sweet-talk his way out of trouble. Even before they started hooking up it used to drive Eddie goddamn insane, because if (when) Eddie pulled any of this shit Steve gets away with, he’d be totally screwed, but all Steve has to do is flash a sheepish grin and run a hand through his hair once or twice and say, all baleful, “I really didn’t mean any trouble,” and he’s home free.

It has its perks though, or so he's learned during his last few months of hanging around with Steve, so when Steve and Eddie’s make-out session is interrupted by the tell-tale red and blue lights of a cop car pulling up behind where Steve parked the Beemer a few hundred yards down a maintenance road, Eddie’s not all that worried. In fact, he’s got a pretty good amount of faith in Steve’s ability to spin up some story to keep them out of any real trouble, and as Chief Hopper ambles over to them, Eddie prepares himself for a whole show of, “Yes Chief, sorry Chief, it won’t happen again Chief.”

So imagine Eddie's complete and utter surprise when Hopper barks, “Hey, morons! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” and Steve only rolls his eyes and says, “What’s it to you?”

Eddie feels his jaw drop.

“Steve,” he mutters through gritted teeth. He tries to elbow Steve into shutting the hell up, but he misses because Steve has already taken several steps forward to meet Hopper, his face turned up in a kind of defiance Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever seen on him before.

“What’s it to me?” Hopper repeats, glowering at Steve, “It’s midnight. I’m on patrol. You’ve got one of the most recognizable cars in this entire damn town parked in a restricted-access zone with this idiot–” Hopper gestures at Eddie (Eddie didn’t think the pointing or the idiot were necessary, but clearly, clearly, he’s missing something here), “–who’s been dragged into my station more times than I could count.”

“The town line, Hop, is over there,” Steve says, pointing at an indiscriminate spot over Hop’s shoulder that may or may not be part of the Hawkins town line, “We’re not even in Hawkins anymore. You’re totally out of your jurisdiction.”

“You wanna know something about jurisdiction, smart-ass?” Hopper asks, “If my report says shit happened in my jurisdiction, it happened in my jurisdiction.”

“Wow,” Steve deadpans, “Way to not sound totally corrupt. Nice work, Chief.”

Hopper’s jaw twitches for a second, and he’s clearly debating if he wants to keep arguing with Steve who, to Steve’s credit, looks like he’s got debate in him for days. Ultimately though, Hopper decides against it and stalks back over to his squad car.

“If you’re not home by one there’s gonna be hell to pay. You hear me, Harrington?” Hopper yells, “One AM. Hell to pay.”

“Oh, sure,” Steve rolls his eyes, “Totally hear you. One AM. Loud and clear or whatever.”

Steve flips the cruiser both birds as it peels away, which Hopper only flashes his high beams at a couple times before he’s gone, kicking up a bunch of dirt and mulch and leaves in his wake, and Steve is wearing an exasperated expression as he turns to face Eddie again.

“God, he’s so annoying. Let’s just go to my house.”

Eddie gapes at him.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Huh?”

“What the fuck was that?” Eddie repeated, gesturing wildly towards where Hopper’s car had just been.

“Wha– you mean with Hop?”

“Uh, yeah?!?”

Steve just brushed him off, “Whatever, just ignore him. He’s basically my dad.”

“What?”

[fingertipsmp3]

I love when a hint of drama crosses my path like a ship in the night and I already know I’m never getting closure

[pintrestgrl]

loved your bsf!jj drabble!!!!! maybe a little drunken love confession from bsf!jj … and reader thinks its lowkey too good to be true bc she’s been yearning forever… but when they both sober up jj is like !!! i meant wtf i said !

hi i wrote this and then it completely disappeared. sigh. also im sorry if this is bad, i was half asleep bc i spent forever writing it the first time.

also i’m sorry for being inactive yesterday i was so so stressed nd had cramps and was dying… but hi !! hope u like this anon 🥹

note: after writing this, i rlly don’t like it. but i pray u guys do 😞

drunk!bsf!jj x pogue!reader.

“here, drink this.”

you spoke, shoving a glass of water into jj’s chest, sitting down next to him on the couch of the chateau.

he was clearly very wasted, and you were only a slight bit tipsy.

you two had both went out to the boneyard together, the rest of the group out doing god knows what.

he rambled on about not wanting to drink it, before giving in and chugging the clear liquid.

“thank god, you’re annoying when you’re drunk.”

“no, ‘m not. you are.”

“at least i’m not sloppy wasted, unlike somebody.”

“whatever. guilty by association.”

he spoke, slurring his words and laughing drunkenly.

“i’m not associated with you, you wish.”

“you’re my bestfriend, of course you are.”

he spoke, rolling his eyes amused at your denying.

you managed to let out a fake chuckle, silently cringing inside as he called you that. were you really only his ‘friend’ to him?

you wished to be so much more, and he had no idea whatsoever.

you were snapped out of your thoughts by his voice, drunkenly rambling again.

“thanks for the water. that was like, kinda sweet.”

“sweet?” you question, laughing as you furrowed your brows.

“yeah. you’re a sweet girl, i swear.”

you opened your mouth to protest, before being interrupted before you got the chance.

“you’re kinda pretty too.”

you froze at his words.

pretty?

that’s the last word you thought jj would use to describe you; at least to your face.

“what?”

“actually, no. you are pretty. very pretty.”

“jj, you’re drunk.”

“yeah, i am. and you’re pretty. probably beautiful if i could think right now.”

“you don’t mean that.”

“no, i do. i definitely do. i don’t know why you don’t have a boyfriend. or why i’m too dumb to ask you out.”

you were completely baffled at this point, trying to find any truth in his words. and to your surprise, he sounded genuine. drunk, but genuine.

you had liked him forever, and this was the most he’d ever showed any reciprocation.

you were always too scared to say anything, afraid of his rejection and what it would do to your friendship.

so, you opted for having some of him, rather then none at all.

“do you even understand a word you’re saying?”

you spoke, desperately needing to know if he was just drunkenly saying bullshit, or revealing the truth of how he felt.

“yeah, i do. you’re a sweet girl who is too pretty to not have a boyfriend. i mean, god. your face is perfect.”

“jj, shut up. stop.”

“no, you shut up. let me talk. i think i like you.”

“i’d hope so, considering i’m your bestfriend.”

“no, no. like actually like you. like seriously.”

you desperately were trying to deny his words, convincing yourself this was a dream and you needed to wake up.

“you think you like me?”

“no, i actually know i do. like a lot.

“jay, you’re joking.”

he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“can you let me be serious about one thing in my life? i mean, god. i’m not joking. i’m serious. serious about this, about you.”

you could tell he was probably getting agitated the way you kept denying him, the way his mood shifted from amusedly drunk, to pissed off.

“why don’t you sleep the ‘liking me’ off, yeah?”

it took a while, but you convinced him to just go to bed. and as he layed in the next room over, you couldn’t get over his words.

was he trying to get in your pants because he was wasted, or was he serious about liking you?

you knew the thought would keep you up all night if you let it, so you decided to drop it from your brain, drifting off to a light sleep.

next morning.

you woke up groggily, a slight hangover lingering on your body. once you registered everything, you decided to go to the room next door, consisting of a likely just as hungover jj.

you opened the door, sitting on john b’s his bed, silently shaking him awake.

you knew he’d probably get all mad, but you needed him to help you clear the lingering thought in your head.

he groaned, mumbling a sleepy short sentence.

“what do you need?”

“can we talk?”

“speak or forever hold your peace, stupid.”

you rolled your eyes at his tired insult, reluctantly continuing with your words.

“uh— last night, you told me some stuff. like that you liked me, thought i was pretty and stuff. were you serious?”

he shot up as the words spilled out, immediately sitting against the headboard.

“i told you that?”

“yeah, you did.”

“shit— um, well yeah. kinda. in a way.”

“kinda?”

“no. not kinda.”

he said, rubbing a hand over his face.

he spoke again, sounding embarrassed.

“yes. i did. i meant it. every word. ‘m sorry. i didn’t mean to— jesus, fuck.”

“no, it’s fine, uh— i ‘kinda’ like you too.”

you said, letting the words come out before you thought about their weight.

“kinda? you’re serious?”

“yes, i’m serious. and not kinda, i didn’t mean that. i like you a lot.”

“shut up.”

“i’m serious, i do.”

“well, why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”

“i don’t know. i was nervous.”

a silence filled the room, not awkward. just waiting for someone to figure out the right thing to say.

finally, jj spoke.

“uh— i’m like really hungover.”

you rolled your eyes at the subject change, finding it just like him to do something like that.

“that’s what your gonna say?”

“no, fuck—sorry. can you just sleep in here with me so i can think straight after?”

“you could’ve just said that.”

“well, i just did, didn’t i?”

“i guess. and yeah, i can. scoot over.”

he awkwardly listened to your demand, not used to the feeling of you knowing about his thoughts of you.

you both fell unconscious soon after, unknowingly shiftinging your bodies closer as you slept.

you slept for another hour or two, limbs tangled and intertwined together as your mind tried to decipher if this was a dream, or if your head was really resting on your bestfriends chest.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

I just got the best idea! Vampire villain with a strong moral code who refuses to feed on blood, making themselves weak with hunger. Hero notices and purposefully cuts their finger on villain's fang to get them to eat🤍

The villain had never thought they could be overpowered by a human. It was terrifying to say the least.

Once the blood was in their mouth and the hero's hand off their throat, the villain started to suck on the hero's finger involuntarily. The instinct was ancient, something older than the vampire themselves. They had forgotten how good fresh blood tasted.

However, they could collect themselves pretty quickly.

"You're stupid," the vampire whispered. "You had a perfect physical advantage. You could have killed me..."

"Take more," the hero said, pushing their finger into the villain's mouth quick enough to make them gag. This time, the villain grabbed their enemy's wrist and nearly pushed them off their hips.

"I'm good," they said through gritted teeth. The vampire didn't really enjoy it when the hero was so adamant about absolutely everything they did. The hero always found a way to get what they wanted. They were a pain in their ass. Annoying and heroic.

"You're still pale," the hero said. "Interesting..."

They pushed the villain's chin up and managed to slip one finger under the villain's upper lip, lifting it to examine the villain's fangs as if they were a doctor.

"I am a vampire," the villain reminded them. "Sunlight doesn't turn me to ashes but the sunburns are out of this world."

"And you are sure you are fine?" the hero asked. They turned the villain's head to the right and then to the left, continuing their examination. Christ, they even put their hand on the villain's chest to search for a heartbeat.

"I'm great, just - get off, will you?" The hero stood up but the villain still needed a moment. They feared they would pass out again if they stood up.

They looked around the room but there was nothing. No furniture. Just a door that looked like it couldn’t be opened from the inside.

What a joke.

"You know," the hero said, hands on their hips, "this is actually quite interesting. I certainly didn't expect my dear nemesis to end up in the same cell as me. I guess they wanted you to eat me. A little grotesque if you ask me."

"But not too far-fetched," the villain said. They pushed themselves up but ended up leaning against the wall. "Hunger turns everyone into an animal."

"You still don't look too good," the hero said. Once again, they kneeled beside the villain. Their hand raked through the villain's hair and stopped on their forehead.

The villain didn't know why the hero was always so touchy. They never crossed any boundaries and the villain actually welcomed those soft hands on them, but still...it was strange. Strange to feel someone's warm skin on theirs like this.

"How much blood do you usually drink?"

"God, I don't know...I'm trying to quit." The hero stared at them. The silence was uncomfortable and the villain didn't know if they had said something wrong.

Then the hero huffed.

"And you say I'm the stupid one." They rolled their eyes. "So, severe undernourishment, I guess. That's why you're so weak."

"Ey, I am alright-"

"Which makes this even more baffling. What is an undernourished vampire doing in a supervillain facility?"

"What is an annoying hero doing here?"

"Saving a dumb vampire, apparently."

"Ugh. I was experimented on," the villain said. The hero had probably saved their life. That was something the villain certainly did not want to think about. Gosh, the hero was so annoying with their caring nature and their stupid curiousness. When they looked at the hero, though, they looked horrified. "No, all of it was voluntary. I got some money for it in return. Nothing bad, really."

"I got caught when I tried to steal some documents. They weren't that nice to me." The hero lifted their shirt and the villain saw two giant fresh bruises. The hero's ribs were definitely damaged.

"Shit..." the villain mumbled. "Scoot over. Are you okay?"

They let their fingers ghost over the hero's skin. Unsurprisingly, the hero flinched and threw their head back, cursing quietly.

"Looks broken. We need to get you out of here," the villain said.

"Wait, the experiments...they knew you were trying to quit with the blood?" the hero asked. They let their shirt fall down again but the villain couldn't help but think about the bruises.

Their own injuries healed pretty quickly. But they had totally forgotten that this would take days, maybe even weeks for the hero to get better. Humans were so fragile. They feared the hero could fall apart any second.

"...yeah, they encouraged it even."

"Great," the hero said. "This is the next phase of their experiments, then."

The villain stared at them. They thought they were on rather good terms with the company.

"Wait, you don't mean..."

"Yup. They really want to see if you'll eat me," the hero said. "Which also means we are definitely under surveillance."

[pwacifistxo]

“your my dream girl” ✮ — Manjiro Sano → tokyo revengers. F!reader

༘⋆ In which mikey can’t keep his eyes off you .ᐟ (he’s so cute pls)

tw: swearing.

⋆ “Sometimes i wondered how i ended up dating him. Him who is a gang leader, him who eats a lot and is childish, Mikey. Don’t get me wrong, l love him more than anything in this cruel world. But now that I think of it, sitting alone in my bedroom at 2 am because my mind is still awake, it actually baffles me more than anything, you know? It just didn’t feel real. No it felt surreal. God he was such a pain but he was the sweetest boy when it came to me so it didn’t matter right?”

— The faint glow of the moonlight from your window emanated a silver glow onto the room you dwelled in, the clock beside your exhausted form on the nightstand read ‘4:30 am’ now. Seriously you were thinking so much you didn’t realise how late it had gotten. Fuck your mind was killing you, can’t you just fall asleep already?!

ring ring .ᐟ

The familiar sound of your phone vibrating almost immediately dragged you out of your thoughts making you jump and sit upright, sighing heavily as you looked around for your phone until you realised you were laying on it.

With a dramatic groan you ran your fingers through your messy hair and your droopy pupils drifted to the bright screen and the familiar name that read ‘mickey mouse<3’

Why in the hell was he face timing you at this hour? You shouldn’t even be surprised because it was so typical of him to do shit like this. He also sent 80 more messages.

You got up and made your way to the bathroom setting your phone on the shelf near your sink, answering it in the process of tying your hair back because you might aswell get ready for school right?

(After brushing and washing your face) As you were setting up all the products you needed your gaze flickered to him and he had the biggest grin on his face, like a child who had just gotten an overload of candy for Halloween.

“Y/n!” Mikey squealed and you grimaced turning down the volume of your phone because he was being too loud and it echoed in your bathroom.

“so loud— my parents are asleep y’know?” I whisper yelled but I couldn’t help the smile that creeped up on my face at just his excitement on seeing me when he did everyday.

“I missed you thoughh” He whined dragging out his words, but he obliged his voice quieting just as you told him, watching as you organised your stuff.

“I missed you too, I expected you to be asleep though. It’s really early.” You mumbled obviously focused on making sure your stuff were in the right place since you had a lot of time to get ready.

“came back from doing gang shit.” He joked and you just now noticed that he was wearing his toman jacket that draped over his shoulders on top of the white loose shirt he wore.

“Fantastic way to put it.” You replied sarcastically laughing softly at his childishness as you observed him throw up gang signs to the camera. Your focus however returned back to doing your skin care, gently rubbing the condiments onto your face your eyes fixated on the mirror.

‘5:06 am’

Silence, just silence could be heard right now as you were brushing your hair in the mirror. Your eyebrows furrowed at the odd change but you brushed it off not expecting anything of it, maybe he went to sleep? You couldn’t be bothered to check right now.

“5:20 am”

Wait, it was getting really weird, if he was asleep you would hear the quiet snores seeping through your phone speaker. That’s what your thoughts told you. You weren’t worried; more like concerned, they were pretty much the same words but concerned just sounded better in this situation.

“5:40 am”

Okay seriously, what the fuck was he doing that got him so quiet like that. Your curiosity got the best of you and you set down the serum you were previously using on your face. Glancing at the bright screen.

Was he sleeping? No. Eating dorayaki? No. Annoying Emma for fun while she was sleeping? No. His void-less eyes were staring straight into the depths of your soul through the camera. His blonde locks falling over his face. He must’ve untied his hair while I was busy.

You couldn’t tell what he was thinking or how he was feeling, his face was pretty much blank but after you called his name a few times to regain his attention you instantly noticed his soft lips twisting up into an adoring smile.

Oh, he was admiring you this entire time.

“You’re creepy.” You muttered adjusting your phone to an angle in which it wouldn’t fall.

“You’re beautiful.” He replied his voice increasing in volume slightly almost like he wanted me to hear his exact words.

“I love you.” You said breaking out of character instantly, your eyes softening, knowing you couldn’t keep on with your sarcastic comments because he always knew how to bring out the best in you

“I love you more y/n, lemme pick you up yeah?” Mikey said not even bothering to grab his hair tie as he immediately got up and grabbed his device quietly stepping out of his room careful not to wake up his grandpa or his sister.

You nodded, humming in response so he knew you had agreed holding your own phone and returning to your room not forgetting to switch off the light of your bathroom.

You watched inaudibly as he puckered his lips and pressed a kiss on the camera before ending the call before you could even react or utter a word left with the nostalgic feeling of butterflies he only gave you that blossomed inside of you. —

꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ — ˗ˋˏ All While Mikey was rushing out of the door, not caring about his disheveled look to go pick up his girl. ˎˊ˗

༘⋆ thank you for reading lovelies! Enjoy your day and remember to eat, drink and get rest. <33

[ventisnumberone]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚

“How about you shut your fucking mouth?”

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚

Xiao x Reader :D

Tags: Reader is afab!, Face fucking, degrading, slapping, face grabbing, hitting, dub-con(??), sassy man syndrome, semi-public, brat taming, blowjob, cock slapping, name calling, fingering, breeding, marking, slight praise (kinda sorta) NOT PROOFREAD

synopsis: your commissioned to go on a mission into the underground’s of the chasm but you’ve always gone down there with a group of people, so you ask the high skilled adeptus xiao to come with you.

you and the adeptus are together in the chasm underground’s, you were on a mission and wanted xiaos skill due to the danger that lurks down there. you were intimidated and clinging to xiao, you had to get to the stony halls to clear out of group of treasure hoarders who were causing problems. you and xiao were far from there, you guys were in the main mining area. you two started to make your way to the stony halls but xiao walks way faster than you so your lagging behind. “are you coming?” he says looking back at you. “yeah, can you slow down! you walk way to fast!” you say looking annoyed. “just walk faster.” he says rolling his eyes. “ugh your so annoying!” you blurt. “oh yeah? i was nice enough to agree to accompany you on your dumb mission. i could be doing things that are actually worth my time. so i suggest you stop being a brat and hurry up.” he says looking into you eyes. “whatever.” you say rolling your eyes. you pick up your pace and you two are getting close to where you need to be. your constant complaining about him walking too fast is causing his patience to wear thin.

you and him are getting closer you two are in the underground waterway. you trip and fall on loose gravel and into one of the streams. “oof-!” xiao hears the splash and looks over to you in a fairly compromising position. your ass is up and your wearing a short skirt and your pretty pink panties are on full display for xiaos eyes. he awkwardly tried to help you up but glances down at your chest and your wearing a white shirt so your bra is on display and your nipples are poking through your shirt. “you alright?” he awkwardly asks. “no i’m not alright! i’m soaking wet and it’s cold down here!” you scream. “calm down, it’s not a big deal, if you weren’t so clumsy this wouldn’t have happened.” he retorts. “hmph.” you stomp off and xiao groans and follows behind you. you and him are walking, there’s an uncomfortable silence until a group of hilichurls attacks you. “god fucking damn it! just my luck!” you grown getting out your sword. you go to attack them when xiao beats you to it clearing all of them out in one go.

“what a show off.” you say crossing your arms. “shut up. your being annoying i’m starting to regret coming along with you.” he says glaring at you. “well i wouldn’t have asked you if i knew you gonna be a dick head the whole time.” “well i wouldn’t have came if i knew you were gonna be an annoying little bitch the whole time.” he scoffs. “i am not!” you scream. “oh yeah? your a fucking klutz and you’ve been complaining the whole time, oh and by the way your tits have been on display this entire time. and who the fuck wears a short skirt like that on a mission?” he says with a smirk. you look at him baffled. “let’s just go, we’re getting close.” you say as you start walking again. xiao follows behind you. you two walk in silence. until you get to the stony halls and see the group of treasure hoards. “let me do this myself i don’t need your help.” you say giving him a dirty look. “whatever.” he says watching you approach them. he’s standing off to the side just observing you fight them off. you eliminate half of them and then a bigger group shows up and surrounds you. “xiao!!! i need help!” you yelp. “i knew you couldn’t handle it.” he says before wiping them out. “what happened to you not needing my help?” he says with a smirk. “shut the fuck up.” you say crossing your arms and looking away from him. he grabs you by the face squeezing your cheeks and making you form a kissy face. “you’ve been such a brat this entire time, and not once have you thanked me for helping you.” he says harshly. you look at him with a scared expression. “listen, your going to get down on your knees and your going to suck me off, and you better be quiet. you don’t want everyone down here to know your being a dirty little whore, right?” he says looking at you with a smirk. you shake your head and start getting on your knees. “what a good obedient slut you are.” he says cupping your face before giving it a harsh slap. you whimper at the sudden stinging on your face. “cmon take my cock out, bitch.” you pull his pants down and pull his fully erect cock out. he grabs it was slaps it on your cheek. you look up at him and open your mouth your tongue lolling out. he put his cock in your mouth and you wrap your lips around him and start bobbing your on it and suck it. you grab his muscular thighs for support. “ah..~ there you go…suck a good obedient slut, your taking me so well~” he says groaning. he grabs the back of your head snd starts moving it up and down. you try and rub yourself on his shoe, he picks up on this and slaps your face. “aw what a whore.. you trying to get yourself off on my shoe baby?your so desperate for pleasure your humping my shoe like a bitch in heat.” he says continuing to fuck your face. your gags echo through the chasm. “shhh stop gagging you want someone to know how much of a slut you are?” he says making you deepthroat him. you try and stifle your sounds. your sucking him off for another 5 minutes until his cock starts twitching. “ah~ shit i’m close, i’m gonna cum in your mouth..” he says before he lets his salty cum in your mouth. “stick your tongue out bitch.” you obey and he spits a gob of saliva on your tongue. “swallow” you swallow and look up at him. he cups your face. “good girl.” he starts to pull his pants up. “w-wait!” you yelp. “what?” “c-can you..uh” you stutter “spit it out.” “can you fuck me? i mean i-” “oh? you want me to fuck you? how about you beg for it you brat. you don’t deserve it. you better convince me.” he says looking down at you.

“please, i just wanna get fucked, i sucked you off good. just please fuck me, i’m so wet i can’t even function please it’s not fair!” you beg. “aw what a slut.. your way too adorable. fine i’ll fuck you.” he says picking you up and carrying you over to a rock and bending you over. he pulls your skirt down and seeing a wet patch on your underwear. “you weren’t lying, you are wet..” he says before pulling your panties to the side and plunging a finger into your greedy hole. he curls his fingers up to your g-spot and fingers you harshly. “ah~! xiao~!” you squirm and whimper. “shut the fuck up.” he says pulling his fingers out of you and gives your ass a harsh spank. he pulls his pants down and teases your entrance with his tip and slides his tip in. he slowly pushes it in and grips the sides of your hips. “wow…your so tight baby…fuckkk” he groans. “ah~ xiao please…fuck me..!” you whisper. He pulls in and out of you at a harsh pace. his tip hits your spongy spot and you cry out in pleasure. “fuck-! xiao! your so-!” “how about you shut your fucking mouth before someone or something catches us.” he interrupts.

he spanks your ass, leaving a red hand mark behind. he slides his hand up to your neck. he thrusts into you and you try to keep as his big cock fucks you so good. “this is what brats like you get, their brains fucked out. i will fuck you like the slut you are every single time you act out. i will put you in your place every. single. time.” he says harshly. he flips you around, now your back is against the rock and your facing him. he leans down and sucks your right nipple and toys with your clit with his left hand, his right hand remaining on your throat. “x-xiao i’m gonna cum..” you whimper. “no your not. your gonna hold it.” he says and bites your nipple you squeal. he removes his mouth and replaces his hand on your throat with his mouth. he sucks and licks your throat leaving a purple bruise on your throat. he moves his head and gives you a kiss, he slides his tongue into your mouth. still fucking your leaking pussy you start squeezing his cock. “xiao please im about to cum…can i please..? please just let me cum?” you beg looking into his eyes. “cum.. cum for me i’m gonna cum in your sweet pussy…cum with me baby..” he says rubbing faster circles against your clit. “ahh~! f-fuck! i’m cumming! i’m cumming!” you accidentally scream. your loud moans of pleasure echoing throughout the chasm. both of you not even caring, lost in the pleasure you both are receiving. you both hit your orgasms hard and xiao cums deep in your pussy. he pulls his cock out and cum starts to leak out and he pushes it back his and puts you panties on to keep it in. he gives your ass a playful slap. “you were so good for me baby.. let’s go back to liyue. “thank you xiao…thanks for coming with me.” (in more ways than one 👀)

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A/n: this might be the longest i’ve written tbh…i hope you like it i thought of this while trying to 100% the chasm. :3

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[yunacoeur]

when they think you’re breaking up with them

a/n: no one talk about how some are longer or shorter than others 💀 @haesunflower hope u like it!! <3

zb1 x reader, lots of angst with all good endings! food mention kinda in matthew’s, mention of cheating in hanbin’s, reader is hinted to have mental health issues in ricky’s, gyuvin’s is a fake dating au, lots of miscommunication which i’m sure you guys love to see!! it doesn’t annoy anyone at all ever ☺️

kim jiwoong

fighting with jiwoong sucked because he could go for hours without faulting at all. he gets tired, sure, but he never slips or says something wrong.

“and i just think if you cared more, you’d actually put in effort into our relationship!” you said to him, and he rolls his eyes like a drama queen.

he says, his voice laced with a kind of venom you haven’t heard directed at you yet, “well if you think i put no effort into our relationship, even though i am trying my best to prioritize you, if i’m not good enough than we might as well break up!”

it baffles you that he would say that, but you double down, “fine!” you shout as you leave the room.

shit. he did not mean to say that. it just kind of came out. he didn’t even mean it, why would he want to break up? you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, why would he even insinuate that breaking up is wha you should do?

“wait!” he says, chasing after you. he gets a hold of your arm as you’re about to lock yourself in your room. you look up at him with those pretty, teary eyes, and his heart shatters, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean that. please, let’s just talk like adults.”

after a moment of gathering your thoughts, you respond, “say it again, so i know you didn’t mean it,” you whisper, “tell me you didn’t mean it.”

he nods, biting his lip nervously, “i didn’t mean what i said. i don’t want to break up because i don’t know what i would do without you. so please stay with me.”

zhang hao

“why have you been avoiding me?” he asks, all of a sudden. you weren’t entirely ignoring him, but in truth, you were kind of giving him the cold shoulder.

“what do you mean?” you ask back, playing dumb. it just makes him more nervous and frustrated.

“don’t act like-!” he’s about to start, before sighing and rubbing his temples with his hand, “please, my love, i am so confused, i don’t know what happened and i just want to know what is going on,” he frowns, desperate just to get a decent response.

what happened was that he had forgotten about a date. it was so uncharacteristic of him, but he was busy and tired and he hasn’t even realized even now that he forgot something so important.

still, you don’t answer. he sighs, “fine, if you won’t talk to me, i’ll be in the other room.”

but after an hour, not even that long, he’s coming back out of his room to find you still in the kitchen, making yourself a cup of tea.

“hey,” he starts, “can i just ask you something?”

you hum in response. he gets nervous that you’re still going to ignore him, but then you reach into the cupboard for a second mug, for a second cup of tea. it gives him a glimmer of hope.

“i don’t know what i did, but if it’s serious enough to warrant… this.. i’m sorry, please don’t consider leaving. we can sort it out,” he whispers the last part. it leaves a considerable amount of tension in the air, as he throws out his biggest worries. please don’t go.

you finally respond as you hand him the second mug, talking softly, like you would talk to a toddler, “no more forgetting about our dates,” you murmur, and then it hits him. finally.

“oh my god! oh my god i’m so sorry!! i really didn’t remember! god why am i so dumb that i forgot our date? i’m so, so sorry,” he says exasperatedly, before looking back up at you.

even though it’s small, you’ve got that same adoring smile that makes his stomach do cartwheels and his ears bright red. he really couldn’t afford to lose you.

“make it up to me?” you ask, and he’ll do whatever you say.

sung hanbin

for the record, you were not cheating on hanbin. it was a misunderstanding. it was a text that was not meant for you, sent to you by accident from some unknown number while you were in the shower. he looked at it out of curiosity and now his insecurities have been eating away at him.

why would someone text them that? are they cheating? why? was he not good enough? what had he done wrong?

he hasn’t even brought it up to you, and you had no way of explaining yourself if you don’t know.

he was being extra nice today though. he made dinner for you when you came over to the dorm, he offered to rub your shoulders when you complained they were tense, he did all your dishes and didn’t once say something teasing or anything of the sort. he does all the things you like, being extra attentive and perfect tonight.

but it’s weird. he’s usually not this put together when it’s just you two. his hair is usually messier and his skin is bare and natural, yet tonight he looks particularly nice. he’s pretty all done-up like this, but it’s just so confusing as to why.

so you ask him. and he plays it off, trying to switch the topic, but after enough pressure, he tells you, “i just wanted to prove to you… that i’m good enough for you.”

“what made you think you’re not?”

he frowns, biting his lip anxiously, “i saw the texts on your phone. i’ll be a better boyfriend… so you don’t have to look elsewhere.”

“oh my god, hanbin- no, that’s not what’s happening at all! that was a wrong number. they meant to text someone else,” you say, almost frantically, reaching to grab his hand, “i swear i would never do that!”

and it all suddenly makes him feel so dumb. firstly, for not trusting you. and second, for thinking this whole time it was because he wasn’t good enough.

you cradle him close to you, like you were holding something delicate, and he rests his head in the crook of your neck. his tears stain the collar of your shirt.

seok matthew

“i think i’m gonna end things. it’s just not going very well, you know what i mean?” he hears you say, over the phone, to one of you friends he presumes. it makes him stop dead in his tracks, listening in, “no my partner’s not mean or bad at all! he’s actually really nice, but like… he can’t get anything done! like i can’t do everything, carry both of our weights.”

it makes his heart drop. sure he comes over too much that he should probably help more with chores or help you with whatever you need considering how hard you work. but did you really feel that way? why didn’t you come talk to him? were you really going to leave him?

when you leave your room to tell matthew ‘sorry, just had to call my friend about my partner for the big project-‘ the apartment is spotless. it’s tidy, there’s no dishes in the sink, the trash is taken out. it’s weird because it was not this clean 20 minutes ago. matthew is in the kitchen, cooking something, when you ask him.

“hey, did you clean up the apartment? it looks good,” you watch him out of the corner of your eye. why does he look so nervous?

“yeah, just thought i should pull my weight more around here,” he says. his voice is shaky, but you don’t say anything.

“well that sure is nice of you, but you don’t have to, matthew. i don’t mind cleaning myself,” you say, which contradicts what you had said earlier, but it’s fine. he assumes you’re trying to be nice.

not even a nickname though? you had to call him by his government name? this must be bad.

“really? i heard you talking with your friend on the phone,” he says. it’s almost reverse passive agressiveness, which is weird to think about.

“oh uh, yeah! i was gonna talk to you about that,” you say. oh boy, here it comes, “my partner for the big work project i was talking about is terrible! i gotta talk to my boss about it to see if i can get reassigned.”

he stops cutting vegetables for a moment to think about it all. to really take in what you just said.

you weren’t talking about him, you were talking about your work partner…

he chuckles to himself, smiling at how silly this all was, “oh yeah? that sucks, i hope you can get a new one, babe.”

he doesn’t see you smile because his back is turned to you, but he hears it in your voice, and he’s never been so relieved.

kim taerae

fighting with taerae sucks. he gets emotional so easily and any valid points you want to make go out the window because he’s crying and it doesn’t help to kick him when he’s down. he doesn’t do it intentionally, he just cries easily.

but when, for the fifth time this month, he’s forgotten about your dates because he’s been held up in practice and didn’t even bother to text, you tell him, “you might not be in a place to be in a relationship, taerae. you don’t ever have time for me anymore and i can’t put up with this forever. i don’t think this is working.”

and he sees his life flash before his eyes. he’s mortified of what you’re implying, “wait, no, please- please don’t say that!”

“it might before the best. i don’t want it either, but i can’t keep being let down,” you say.

he wants to respond, say all the things he knows you want to hear, it won’t happen again, i’ll be better, i’ll be the man you deserve. but he can’t promise it won’t happen again.

hours go by, and he knocks on your door. you let him in, and all he does is hug you, tightly. he’s gearing up for it to be the last time, “you know, you should leave me. i deserve it after not prioritizing you, but i love you so, so much,” he wipes the tears forming with his sleeve, “please don’t go. please. i’ll do anything for you to stay.”

and then he looks at you with those darling eyes. red from tears, you wipe them away as you cup his cheeks, “i’m happy that you’re chasing your dreams. i just want to be in them,” you tell him. he smiles sadly, letting out an exhale like he just dodged a bullet, “it’s okay, baby. just breathe.”

ricky

“i think we should break up,” you say. no chance for a miscommunication there. heard loud and clear.

ricky puts down his phone as he looks up at you, still clearly trying to process what you had said so suddenly, “okay.. and why do you want to do that?”

“i just think that i need some space. i’ve been going through so much lately and i think i’m not in a spot to be in a relationship right now. i think you deserve better,” you say.

it had definitely been a difficult few months because of stuff in your personal life and it felt wrong to shove all your problems onto your boyfriends plate when he was also a human being with feelings and emotions.

he stands up as he walks over to you, grabbing your hands in his and kissing your knuckles. you smile softly.

“first off, don’t say that i deserve better, because i only want you. and secondly, if that’s truly what you want, then okay. but if you’re only saying that to try and save me the trouble or the burden of being with you while you’re going through so much… i’m not going to let you do that,” he says, watching the tears start to prick at your eyes.

he pulls you closer so your head rests against him, feeling his pulse radiate through him as kind of like a constant reminder of him being there.

to him, being there for you is his purpose. you can’t push him away the second he has a chance to fulfill his calling.

“i know life is hard, my love, but you can’t push me away. i won’t let you,” he says, wrapping his arms around you, “there’s no going anywhere, you’re stuck with me.”

kim gyuvin

fake dating was supposed to make your life easier. after your last boyfriend (now ex) wouldn’t leave you alone, you did it so you would have a boyfriend to go on dates with so the world would think you were dating and leave you alone. you would have someone to scare off guys you didn’t like.

plus, he was in a similar situation, and wanted his ex to leave him alone. it worked.

until you told gyuvin that you wanted to end it. people weren’t bothering you anymore, and you felt like it was time.

part of it was because you were maybe getting too attached to him and knew if you stayed any longer, your fake relationship would get messy fast.

unfortunately, he was not going down without a fight, “what do you mean you wanna break up? why? what did i do?”

“nothing- but, i think this is getting kind of… weird. aren’t we not supposed to be really dating? our relationship just existed so that people wouldn’t bother us, right? so now no one is bothering us anymore. i think we’re in the clear,” you explain, but he just shakes his head.

“we’re in the clear because we’re in the relationship! it’ll go back to how it was if we break up!” he says. sure, he has a point. you just wish he’d let it go so your feelings didn’t get exposed.

“i just think it’s best if we stop fake dating,” you say, but he rolls his eyes.

“okay fine, you wanna break up our fake relationship? fine, on one condition,” he looks you in the eye, grabbing your hand. all of a sudden, he looks dead serious, “we have a real relationship. no more fake dating. just dating. not pretend anymore.”

it leaves you kind of speechless.

so he continues, “if there’s even a small part of you that likes me back, give me a try… because if i’m being honest, i haven’t been faking it for a while now.”

park gunwook

you and gyuvin were introduced to each other through gunwook, and, if he’s being honest, he regrets introducing you guys. you clicked immediately, in the same way you did not with gunwook.

you and gunwook initially butted heads, an academic rivals to lovers story, but once gunwook started upping the cuteness, you were won over. your personalities clashed a bit at the beginning, but it was worth it because now he is the most adorable, amazing boyfriend ever. his only flaw is that he’s jealous of the fact that you and his close friend are friends.

gyuvin is stupid easy to like, and he’s so naturally charming that gunwook can’t blame you for taking a liking to him. it just stings because, while he knows you’re loyal, gyuvin makes you laugh a little harder than gunwook can. it hurts his ego a bit.

so he asks you about it, “do you like gyuvin more than me?” he’s a little blunt, but he can’t help it.

“no? why would you ask that?” you ask in return, baffled by his sudden question.

“well you always laugh so much when he makes jokes like he’s so funny, you know i can be funny too!” he exclaims, he’s so expressive in all his movements.

but you just laugh at his jealousy, because it’s honestly adorable, “sure, gyuvin’s funny, but does he have your cute face?”

“…no,” gunwook pouts as you ruffle his hair.

“and does he have your cute smile? and is he crazy smart? does he quote philosophers like a nerd?” you ask, watching gunwook’s face go red, especially his ears, “that’s right. that’s why i’m with you, baby. i like you. don’t worry about him. i’m with you for a reason.”

han yujin

“what do you mean you want to break up?” he asks. he’s never had to take the question seriously before. break up? you guys were perfect for each other.

“i just… i think it’s best if we both moved on. you’re getting really busy with training and your debut, what if you get too busy for me?” you say. it’s not that you wanted to, but yujin is already missing school and skipping out on big plans you’ve been wanting to make because he’s got too much going on.

“i guess it’ll be hard, but i’ll make time for you! i promise!” he says.

“you have to put your dream first, yujin. i’ll still be here when you’ve achieved it. maybe in the future we can try again, when you’ve settled into your group more,” you tell him as he reaches for one of your hands, holding it in both of his, “you’ll be able to make time for me. we can be together then.”

“no, i- i want to be with you now because… no matter how much i want to debut..” he whispers, kissing the back of your hand, and holding it tightly, “staying with you is my dream.”

[txttletale]

(Other than the really weird bit about "Male presenting Doctor") what were your thoughts about the specials?

pretty mixed bag, pretty messy, but good overall. i think they were very obviously a nostalgia trip for people around my age lol and it worked! i loved seeing tennant and tate back onscreen together, their chemistry hasn't aged a bit, and honestly just watching doctor who that wasn't written by chris chibnall was a breath of fresh air. they weren't boring, like seasons 11 and 12 were, and they didn't go too far off the other end into nonsense like flux did. characters want things again! the show can let itself just be silly! i was literally cheering out loud when donna and the doctor were just saying random scifi gobbledegook at each other for like a solid several minutes during the star beast.

the structure of the specials kind of baffles me. i love wild blue yonder--i think it's definitively the best of the specials as a standalone, it's absolutely fantastic, creepy and atmospheric and bringing things around to RTD's strength, which is well-written characters interacting with each other and letting good actors just act. but at the same time i dont understand why it exists? it feels like...idk. imagine if you watched the star wars original trilogy but instead of the empire strikes back the middle film was just a feature length film about luke and han surviving on an ice planet with no reference to anything that happens in the last film except the two characters' relationship. and then the next film was still return of the jedi, unchanged. it felt like that

i liked all the weird campy silliness of the star beast and the giggle, and they were both very fun! neil patrick harris gave a fantastic performance, there are a lot of very memorable sequences from the giggle, but it's very very all over the place. so many threads get kind of picked up and go nowhere. the toymaker's haunted house dimension goes nowhere. RTD's eyerolling social media commetnary goes nowhere (thank god tbh but yknow im illustrating something here). even the toymaker kind of goes nowhere, after ncuti gatwa shows up he's bascially an afterthought who loses by dropping a ball. obvious parallels to david tennant's first episode with that ball scene could be made, but just... aren't. it feels like load-bearing sectikons of the plot and themes were cut out to make room for a backdoor pilot for the stupid fucking UNIT spinoff

oh and it goes without saying i fucking hate all the UNIT wank in the star beast and the giggle. i hope space nine eleven 2 happens to their stupid fucking avengers tower i cannot stand kate stewart who is constantly a murderous bonehead (in the giggle alone she gets two pepole killed by not listening to the doctor and assuming that this teleporting godlike entity could be restrainted by Two Guys) who is both in and out of universe just a boring nepo baby with no merit of her own

um. i still dont know what happened with the regeneration. i think the implication is that when david tennant dies hell time travel back to become ncuti gatwa inside himself--at least the rehab dialogue seems to make that implication. but it's not really explained or explored? baffling. i do think that fourteen getting to settle down and live a peaceful life with his friends is cute.

oh yeah and the ask said other than that but goddd there was some good stuff in the star beast and honestly with the state of the UK media i will take any perspective on trans people that includes baseline human erespect but some of those lines made me cringe so bad. anyway overall i am cautiously optimistic for the future of the show--oh ncuti was fucking great did i mention that i instantly bnought him as the doctor he owned the scene, the moment he was there it was clear he was the protagonist, and i liked the church on ruby road well enough too--i am cautiously optimistic but i worry that a big UNIT-shaped tumor will devour huge chunks of it and it'll be annoying. also russel t davies is like 60 and i just dont want to hear what he has to say about twitter so im not looking forward to dot and bubble

[reobabesstuff]

Blue lock boys giving you a hairstyle

Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Chigiri Hyoma, Bachira Meguru, Nagi Seishiro, Itoshi Rin and Reo Mikage

Warnings: cursing, bad hairstyle ( which annoys the shit out of me)

Isagi Yoichi

He frowned his eyebrow and bit his bottom lip as he gently takes some part of your hair and tie two pig tails/braid. He was doing it so gently just in case if he pulled your hair. He was struggling a lot but the man got the right spirit.

"I'm not so great at it... But I saw mom doing it several time" he mumbled while stroking your hair to loose the knots. "It looked easier..." He added. "You're doing it very seriously" you chuckled. "I don't want to give you a bad hairstyle" he said.

"i know you won't," you smiled. You knew he would be blushing, "...it's done" he changed the topic and hopped beside you to take a better look of you. "Thanks, Isagi" you said. You went to the mirror and saw the beautiful braid/tails made by your boyfriend. He indeed did a great job.

"it's lovely! Isagi" you hopped onto him. "I'm gonna have you to make my hairstyle now" You jokingly said. "I'd gladly do them for you" He said.

You kissed his cheek making him a blushing mess. "Now it's your turn" you said grabbing two rubber bands...

Chigiri Hyoma

He was intensely tieing your hair into two pig tails/ braiding your hair. He was focused on each of the step and kept telling you to take good care of your hair, suggesting some shampoos and conditioners.

But you knew he would be doing the best hairstyle, so you always have him to do that. He would gladly accept to do it. And he would tie/braid them perfectly.

"and it's done" he said after giving a final stroke to your hair. "Thank God, i could not hear to your haircare lecture anymore" you said walking upto the mirror to examine his perfect work.

"excuse me, it's for your own good" he said with a little putty face. "I know I know" you muttered. Your hair looked perfect as you expected from your boyfriend. "Chigiri it's...I'm so jealous of you, how could you do such a good hairstyle?" You whined.

He walked over you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "I'm gonna teach you then" he placed a soft kiss on your cheek. "Hell yeah!" You smiled as he softly grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

Bachira Meguru

He made a mess no, a disaster. It should have been a simple pony tail which he ended up tangling your hair. "It was supposed to be easy as in my mind" he said, "your hair isn't the way it should hair" he baffled.

"what hell is that supposed to mean?" You said while struggling to comb your hair. "Just admit that you did the worse job" you rolled your eyes and stroked your hair.

"you are not mad at me, are you?" He walked to you with a cornered face. "Course I am not" you said. He looked at your expression, "oh damn, you are" he mentally slapped himself. "I'm so sorry y/n... It was really so easy in my head" he said with his dramatic face.

"let me help you" he offered, "no thanks Bachira, you did a great job already" the sarcasm dripped from your lips. You side eyed him and he had the most dramatic pout on his face.

You couldn't help but giggled at his stupid expression. "Alright, help me to comb them" you said. His eyes brighten and he jumped close to you. "Sure, I will" he grabbed the comb from your hand and softly stroked your hair.

Nagi Seishiro

"It's a hassle" he whined as he held a few strands of your hair. "It is not" you tried to keep your cool "and why did you even offered to do it in the first place?" You said. "It was easy in my head...but your hair it just keep slippin' off my hand" he struggled to gather your hair.

He somehow managed to tie a loose pony tail allowing a few strands to fall on the sides of your face. "I did a great job" he signed. "Sure you did." You poked your index finger into his cheek.

"it's your turn" you smiled and grabbed a few rubber ties and comb. You sat on his lap as his hands wrapped around you. He lose his body onto yours and you were pretty used to it. You tied two little pig tails with his soft white locks.

"Nagi! Rest your cheeks in your palm and pout!" You said while doing the same and explained it to him. He frowned his eyebrow at you but agreed to do so. He brought his hands closer to his face and rested his cheeks on his palm.

Your heart melted looking at the most adorable human being. "Ah! You look so adorable!" You clicked a few pictures of him that you would use later to make Reo jealous.

He poked the tip of your nose with his finger gently, staring into your eyes with his bored ones, " Not as much you, puppy" he got you all flustered. You turned your face aside, hiding your blushing face.

Itoshi Rin

He was struggling but won't admit it. "Let it be Rin, I'll do it" you asked for a millionth time to let go your hair. "It's almost done" he trapped in between his legs. His slender fingers stroked your hair as he took some part of it to tie into a pony.

You pursued your lips and let the man do as he wished. "Did you just use all of the bottle of shampoo?" He asked. You could clearly feel the aura around him. He was frustrated... Very frustrated. He was following each and every step carefully but your hair, messed up his plan.

"why your hair are soft?" He struggled to put on a clip on your hair. "Well... Is it wrong to have soft hair?" You asked. "I mean... They are difficult to manage" he stroked your hair. "No they are not." You remarked.

"of course they are" Rin said, you turned around to look at the teal-eyed male. You looked into his eyes innocently. "Don't you like to snuzzle into my hair" you smiled and wrapped your arms around him. "Doesn't their smell comfort you?" You repeated all the compliments he made after a tough day.

You could see a taint red blush on his face, "No I dont" he looked away breaking the eye contact.

"oh sure you do" you captured his lips and gave him a small peck. You pulled away and placed your hand against his chest.

"Well... Maybe I do" he leaned toward you and rested his forehead against yours.

Mikage Reo

"Don't hesitate to ask for anything you want okay?" You hummed as he stroked your hair. He sniffed the smell of your hair. "...what are you doing Reo?" You asked. "This isn't the same smell" he raised his bow at you.

"what do you mean?" You asked. "Y/n this isn't the smell of *your preferable shampoo*!" He sniffed the smell again.

"Did you change your shampoo?" He asked. "Hah... I didn't ... That *preferable shampoo* wasn't available... So ... But isn't this one good too?" You explained.

"you could have just asked me, idiot" He pouted. "I didn't want to bothe—" you fidgeted with your fingers. "You never do ... anyways I'm almost done with your hair" he hummed as he tied the rubber band.

"Aw thanks, Reo" you smiled amiably. "I don't want 'thanks' " he rested his chin on your shoulder. "Hmm?" You raised your bow. "I need a lots of your affection with kisses" he huffed. "O...okay?" You smiled and patted his hand.

He sat up straight like an obedient kid, smiling like an idiot. "Give me" he demanded. You smiled at him and gave him a kiss on his cheeks, then nose, forehead, temples, eyelids, on the corner of his lips.

"here too" he pointed at his pouty lips, you nodded and gave him a soft peck on his lips.

Don't mind the poll I just did it by mistake and can't delete it😭

[chamomileteainabuttercup]

I've got a half-formed idea I can't quite squish into shape where Corroded Coffin finally has an opportunity to play where someone with useful influence - a talent scout, a music journalist - will hear them. Maybe it's a Battle of the Bands or something like that. They're keen as mustard but very, very nervous. Steve has come along to help them move their equipment and set up on stage and Eddie takes him to one side.

"Stevie," he says, pressing his hands together prayer-like, "I'm going to ask you to do something a little bit unethical."

"What, like sabotage the other bands' equipment?"

"God no. I said a little bit. You see that chick with the red hair in the white leather jacket talking to the organiser? Her opinion matters. Like, a lot. So what I want you to do is, when we're playing, you get close to her and turn on the charm."

"Am I trying to distract her?" Steve asks, looking puzzled.

"No! No, you're just going to be this big cute guy who gives her some flattering attention. That way, she remembers while Coffin was playing, she was having a good time. It's subtle, see? Psychological. You get it, right?"

"Obviously I get it," Steve says, "but what if she really wants to hear you and I'm just annoying?"

"Why would she think you're annoying?" Eddie asks, honestly baffled. "What girl would not be excited to have you paying attention to her?"

"A lesbian," Steve says immediately.

"Okay, but -"

"A happily taken one."

"Sure, but -"

"A professional who wants to concentrate on the performance and form an unbiased opinion."

"You're killing me, Stevie."

"Not to mention, you're asking me to focus on someone else when you're playing? Be realistic. I have my work cut out not to throw my underwear on the stage," Steve says, smiling.

(Here my idea kind of fizzles out. I don't know whether Eddie's encouraged by this or just exasperated that his boyfriend is no good as a henchman.)

[renren-006]

Love Knot | Enemy's to Lovers

Wanda x Fem reader

plot: god you hated her...and the way she smiled so beautifully, but you had to kill her...right? (This is a bit of a longer one shot)

warning: love, enemy,

word count: 1614

a/n: hey!!! i am soooo happy to be posting another Wanda story!! incase anyone forgot shes my wife!! i hope you all enjoy the story and thank you to everyone who voted and contributed to helping me get to where we are!! alsoooo do you guys like me doing polls?? i think letting you guys have some sway in the story is fun but also you can submit requests for any specific storys or even if its a character and a short idea id love to hear it!

AO3 story- Love Knot

You hated her, you hated how she made you feel, how you screwed up missions when she was there, and how your boss wanted her dead. The hell were you supposed to do? For the last three years the two of you have been enemies, with a hint of flirtation. The run-ins with the two of you started when your boss wanted to test you, test your powers so he sent you somewhere he knew an Avenger would show up. It was probably the most embarrassing moment of your life coming face to face with the Scarlet Witch, you force and almost peed your pants you were so caught off guard and nervous. At the time you had not developed the extent of feelings you would have over the three years, making you hate her even more for that, but nonetheless at the time you were terrified towards her. Your shield created itself from your hands, the metal in your blood seeped out to create the weapon. She watched as it formed, merely entranced by your powers. 

“Is that all you do?” she asked, her Sikovian accent in her speech. Your own measly sound made its way out.

“No…cough No” You said. That catch almost made you look weak…almost. He laughed slightly at you and simply walked past you. What the fuck did she just walk away from me? you were baffled at what she just did, her suit swishing as she made her way down the hallway. 

“What…I'm sorry…why are you not fighting me?” You asked running after her, your eyebrows were up signaling to her that this in fact was your first time in a ‘fight’. She stopped and turned to you, pinning you to the wall with her powers, your blood sounded in your ears and your heart thumped away faster in your chest. 

“You've never done this before hu? Well little villain, I could kill you right now without even laying a finger on you but I won't, next time I hope you've trained more to fight me head on…sweetheart” she said all those things to you, leaving you stuttering at the wall and going home hours later after catching your breath and wrapping your mind around, her. 

About almost a year later you came face to face with her again, this time you had a bit more experience and you knew your powers better. You couldn't exactly remember why you were there at the same time she was, maybe it had been a coincidence or maybe it had not, you didn't really know. She stood in front of you, eying you up and down. 

“Here for a mission or just to see me?” You asked her, ketting cocky and flirting was the only way you were going to make it out of this interaction with at least some part of your pride. You didn't think you could win but you also didn't want her to know that. 

“I'm on a mission, little villain” She said to you, annoyance and slight amusement coursed through her words. She wanted to be annoyed that you were there but she also wasn't exactly happy about having to go through the interaction. 

“My name isn't little villain” 

“Oh? Then what is it?” she asked me, cocking her head to the side. 

“Y/H/N” You told her, she smirked. 

“What's your real name?” she asked. A genuine question from the witch. You froze, your boss's words flowing through your head. 

“Never give out your real name, they will find you or your family. We cant risk you fucking up this group.” Your boss said, harsh words towards you. You nodded your head. “Your only here because of your power, don't forget that” 

 “Y/N” you told her, letting your name slip from your lips. She smiled at you. 

“Well, little villain Y/N, it's good to be your enemy,” she said. Her hands started glowing red and before you could even create a shield from your metal you were out. Once you woke up you realized that you were lying on the ground, alarms blaring and you had just messed up another mission. Your boss was going to be seriously mad. 

The next few months were some of the harshest training you had endured, and all because you let Wanda get in your head and distract you. Your boss was exhausted from your run-ins and wanted her to pay. You did too, you wanted to prove yourself, but it seemed hard to both prove to her you were a villain and succeed in your mission. It took you a longer time before he let you go out, six months since you saw wanda you were sent out on another mission. 

This next mission you had included stealing equipment from an old SHIELD building. You had more training and you knew and worked with your powers more fluidly. You walked into the door, careful about alarms or other triggers that one of the Avengers would show up. The building was quiet, nothing moved and no rumble through your skin of any movement on the metal around you. This building was completely abandoned. You crept your way down to their lab, hoping to find anything on the list of things you needed to grab. It wasn't until you were almost there that a small woosh of power flooded your senses. She was here. You looked up and there she was floating down towards you. You made a shield and swords, getting ready for whatever fight was going to happen. 

“Well look at you, better handle your powers now sweetheart” she said once she was on the floor next to you. You nodded and straightened your back, nerves running through you. Your heart rate increased at the flirtations name calling. “You seem…different”

“Just ready for a fight now, ready to complete this mission”

“Ah, your boss is mad at you. Little Villain” She said smirking and giving you a once over. 

“Only because of you” “Me? Why I'm not the one who doesn't have a handle on her powers.” She told you, but she was mistaken. The metal under her feet began to mold and wrap around her feet. She looked down shocked to see what was happening. The burning in your head made you have to fold her sword and shield back into yourself. 

“Don't. Underestimate. Me.” you said, letting the metal in you wrap around her more keeping her in place. She smiled at you.

“I'd applaud if I had my hands available.” she told you. You gave her a look not letting her hands out knowing that's how she controlled her magic. You made your way swiftly into the lab room grabbing everything you could find on your list and walked back out a few moments later. Wanda was still trapped, but you knew you only had a little longer of strength to keep her there. She smiled at you when you let her go before you bolted out of the building leaving her there impressed by your use of your powers. 

He wanted her dead a year later. Your boss put a hit out on her for everything with the Avengers and also some personal vendetta against the witch. You hated her, yes, and wanted to prove you were powerful but you never wanted her dead. How could you when you liked her so much? You knew you had to do something…something to stop this. You knew you were enemies even if you didn't feel like it. That night you made the most drastic decision ever, you sent a message to the Avengers about the threat, and sat back and waited. 

Three days later the attacks started and of course you did your best to stay out of the way and not die. You knew she was here before she even landed in one of the hallways. The metal sung her song of magic shocking your veins. You could feel your boss, marching his way towards her. The security cameras, shit. He saw her arrive and was on a mission. You made your ebay up the stairs towards the top level of the facility. Once you got there the fighting had already broken out, and before you could even think you flung yourself into the conflict fighting your way over to her. Then there she was, you pulled her back and threw a shield up before your boss could throw his power at her, it reflected and hit him instead. She stared at you, eyes wide. 

“You sent it,” She said, looking deep into your eyes. 

“I did,” you told her. Once you lowered the shield your boss was in the group backing away. The other Avengers arrived to see him being held to the ground by your power. Wanda held her hand back before they could touch you, letting them know you were good, you were not a threat to them anymore. 

“Don't. Ever. underestimate me again. I'll defend her from you if you try to harm her again” you told him, crushing him more with your power and then letting him go so the others could finally lock him up.

“Well little villain, looks like i need to change your name. Little Hero” she told you, giving you a kiss on the cheek. 

“It's your fault too that I fell in love with you” you said, referencing when the former boss of yours was mad at you because of her. A smile fell onto her lips. 

“Well I could say the same thing," she responded. The two of you are happy to not be on either side of a fight anymore.

[esha-isboogara]

Hiii I’m not sure if you’re currently taking requests but if so could you pleaseeee write a fic where Rick and the reader are cuddling but he decides to slide his hands up their shirt and squeeze else where, ifykyk😏

Thank you so much😭💕💕💕

dark but just a game

OMFG ANON- i am obsessed with this idea now like i genuinely love the idea of rick wanting to cuddle just to make it…something more. i tried to make this a bit longer for you since your idea was so good.

rick likes attention. actually scratch that. he thrives off attention. when all the focus is on him he does his best work. one might call him a bit of an attention whore.

right now though? he was not happy. far from it actually. mildly annoyed covered it.

he had called you down to spend time with you,see what’s going on in your little world. he enjoyed this part of the day the most. just the two of you relaxing and doing normal couple things. but you were much too focused on the television to lay him any attention. you brushed his questions off with simple “it was fine” and “yep”.

it was as if someone had ignited a flame inside him and throwing kindling into it with each passing minute. he found it baffling how wrapped up you could be by some corny bullshit. especially not while he laying right beside you. he’s the most interesting man on the planet for gods sake.

he tried to wait patiently but he couldn’t. not for a moment longer.

“youre b-being such a bitch right now y/n”. he said, tracing his fingers up your arm absentmindedly.

you were accustomed to his mood swings. “hmm? how so”?

rick was silently seething. he couldn’t believe you’d be so stupid as to deny him what he craved.

if you weren’t going to give him what he wanted the east way he’d be happy to force you into it. his other hand crept up your shirt gently massaging your abdomen. the feeling of his callused hands against your warm tummy caused you to shudder but only for a moment.

“isn’t it obvious”?

you hummed in response, his words going in one ear and out the other.

his hand continued up your shirt as he spoke “you’re just sooo immersed in that movie you can’t give me the time of day”. it wasn’t long before he found his way inside your bra. “that’s a bitch move if anything”.

oh he had your attention now. he could tell by the way your body tensed up and your breathing became heavy.

“ohhh you can pay attention to me now”? with one hand up your shirt he used the free one to massage your inner thigh. “is that all it takes with you ? just a little fondling? i’m disappointed to know how easy you are”.

he knew all the spots to hit and yet he refused to go there. this was just a game in ricks mind.

you let out a little whine as he punched your nipple. “mmm rick~ please don’t stop”

within seconds he was up, completely off the coach. “oh no, i’d hate to distract you during something so important”.