#it's really just a starting point - there are so many others out there

[halfway-happyyy]

inspired by your fic but frank trusting his girl to wash his hair:(( the intimacy of it all as she runs her hand through his scars and wounds over his scalp, hands massaging gently and he could almost purr. small soapy kisses over each other's skin as they just take each other in atm. 😖😖 i'm sick

i am sick also... but from the softness, because that is what this ask is. it truly is one of my all-time favourite tropes. it's why i include it in a lot of my pieces because it just is so... soft. so romantic. the sheer intimacy of sharing space in that way can never be overstated. especially when it comes to someone like frank.

and like - let's really just think about it for a sec. say frank gets home late from an eventful evening out, so late that you've likely been asleep for hours at this point. but you're a light sleeper, and his presence rouses you from your shallow slumber almost immediately. (and to his credit, he does try to be as quiet as possible, but given his size, it just isn't in the cards).

you exit the warm comfort of your bed and frown at the red glowing digits of the clock on his side of the bed that read '4.07 A', and make your way down the hallway to the kitchen, hugging your arms tighter to your body to ward off the early morning chill.

he's leant against the kitchen island, staring blankly into the void of space before him.

"frank?"

he doesn't startle at the sound of your voice, but his eyes are a little wild when they find yours. " aw shit, did I wake you?"

and you lie and say no, because you can't bear the brunt of frank's guilt.

"don't come any closer, kid. i'm uh... a little banged up, and i don't want you to see it." his voice is hoarse; wrecked under the solid weight of whatever transpired earlier.

you sigh, and turn on a heel. "meet me in the washroom, frank."

he waits patiently while you help to rid him of his soiled clothing; his warm hand planted firmly around the curve of your shoulder, to steady himself. he could protest - normally he does - but exhaustion washes over him like a warm wave, and the energy it takes to do so, evaporated the moment he stepped back into the apartment.

"you absolutely understated when you said you were a little banged up, frank."

his only response is a non-committal grunt in the back of his throat.

when you've ascertained that none of his wounds require immediate stitching, you coax him into the shower.

"just wanna go to bed, kid."

you press a soft kiss to the side of his bloody arm. "we will, frank. as soon as i get you cleaned up, alright?"

shucking the pajamas from your own body, you follow him into the shower and get him settled against the shelf in the corner of the tub. his eyes fall shut as you start the water.

you're both quiet as you pour a dime-size amount of shampoo into your hand and begin to massage it through his hair, paying special attention to the sensitive skin of his scalp. you do it for him the way you know he likes it; firm, purposeful fingertips moving in roving circles. his eyes haven't opened since you began, and his mouth - so constantly set in a firm line - falls slack at the sensation of your ministrations.

"christ, you could charge big money for this kid," frank groans.

"i'll make sure to send you the bill later." you smirk.

and while there are many ways of taking care of your man, this one is up there in your top favourites. he just spent the evening risking his life in a (futile?) attempt to banish crime and corruption in your city, and instead of staying out longer, or simply not coming home at all, he comes home trusting you implicitly. knows in his heart that you genuinely have his back no matter what. knows that in your hands, he's in the safest place he's ever been.

frank dozes off in the corner of the shower while he waits for you to be done, and when you are finished, you press your lips to his stubbled cheek and take his hand in your own. "come on frankie, let's go to bed."

right before he drifts off for good, he whispers an almost inaudible, "thank you, kid."

you don't ask him what for; you already know. instead you smile and say, "a million mornings, frank."

he smiles tiredly, and says it right back.

[spidercatweb]

Perfect Match ★ Spencer Reid x reader

Warnings: fem!bau!reader, a little bit of jealous!Spencer 😊, plenty of nervous!Spencer, fluff, a tiny bit of angst i guess, happy ending, r uses dating apps, Garcia and r are besties!!, umm nothing else!

Description: Garcia's wonderful idea of getting r to use dating apps to find her perfect match is not working very well. Spencer gets a little distant when r mentions her plans for a date. r confronts him about this, which leads to confessions, a cancelled date, and a date to take it's place. <3

Word Count: 1,843

Request: "for spencer x reader? early spencer is too shy to ask reader out but reader starts talking about dating and dating apps and Spencer gets really jealous and ends up telling reader he likes them but hes a stuttering mess the whole time?"

A/n: oh em gee 😈😈😈 i enjoyed writing this... i have no experience w dating apps so uhh idk 🤷‍♀️ but i hope this is what you asked for! <3

You weren’t desperate for a boyfriend, you were just getting tired of waiting for the right guy to miraculously appear. So, per Garcia’s suggestions, dating apps seemed to be the best choice. She had also suggested speed-dating at one point, but that was definitely not your thing. So, dating apps it was.

For the past few weeks, you’d spent around twenty minutes a day on these apps. So far, you haven’t had any luck.

Boring. Gross. Likely to become an unsub.

These were the types of men you’d been seeing on the several dating apps you had downloaded.

Maybe the problem was that you were looking for perfect.

On a slow day at the BAU, you sat in Garcia’s office. Her chair was pulled up close to yours as she peered over at your phone screen. It was fun to look at different men’s profiles with a friend.

“Come on, he’s cute!” Garcia swoons.

“No!” He looks like that enucleator we caught last week.” You laugh, swiping left.

Garcia sighs dramatically, “You’re no fun. If you keep up with that attitude you’ll never find a date!” She nudges you with her shoulder while catching a glimpse of the new profile that appeared on your screen.

“I just have standards! Unlike some people.” You tease.

Your attention flashes back to your phone screen. You swipe through the man’s several photos. Attractive. And none of him holding up a fish he caught, that’s a good start. “Hmm.” You go to read his profile information.

“Enjoys reading, quiet nights in, and… horror movies. Okay…” You nod slowly, “Average height, same age as me. Aww, he has a cat.”

“Perfect! I don’t need to know anything else! Swipe right, give him a chance!” Penelope urges you to swipe right.

“Okay,” you giggle, “But if he’s a creep it’s your fault!”

“Oh if he’s a creep, I’ll find out before you do. I am definitely going to background check every single one of your potential partners. Only the best for my girl.”

Your investigation of another man’s profile is interrupted by a knock at the door of Penelope's office.

“Come in!” She shouts loud enough for whoever’s on the other side of the door to hear.

Spencer enters the room with a slight look of confusion on his face, “Hi. What are you guys doing?” He closes the door behind him.

Garcia cheerily explains the situation, “Well, I’m helping Y/n find her dream man. She’s very picky though, maybe you could help find her perfect match with that genius brain of yours.”

“Oh, um-” he laughs nervously, “how exactly are you finding her perfect match? And, statistically speaking, it’s incredibly rare for someone to find their so-called perfect match. There are too many variables to consider. You’d need a very specific set of traits, and of course, nobody is perfect-”

Garcia cuts him off, something she doesn’t do often, “Ah ah ah! You will not make her feel like this is useless!” She points a finger in his face. “And we’ve got her on a few dating apps, of course. Also, not that I don’t enjoy your company, because I love it very much, but why are you in here?”

“JJ wanted you to see her in her office, something about a new case, I think. She texted you but you weren’t answering.”

“Oh I’m so sorry! I guess I was pretty distracted. I’ll go see her right away!” She hops up from her chair and heads towards the door, “You two lovelies have fun while I’m gone! Don’t touch my tech!”

You both giggle as she leaves the room.

An awkward silence washes over the two of you as you’re left alone. You swivel slightly in your chair, phone in hand, your bright screen shows a photo of a man you and Penelope were looking at before Spencer came in. You catch Spencer staring at it from across the room, so you shut your phone off and laugh nervously.

“I, um- Garcia wanted me to try some dating apps, she thinks I’m lonely.” You laugh slightly, “I really don’t know how people are okay with just dating absolute strangers who they know nothing about. That’s really scary to me, I’d much rather date someone I’m already friends with.” You hope Spencer doesn’t think too hard about that last part. Because it would certainly be embarrassing if he figured out you meant him. You’d much rather date him.

“Romantic relationships started online do tend to have a higher failure rate than relationships started in person. And romantic relationships started with someone you’re already close with have the highest rate of success. I really don’t see how people could form a meaningful connection with someone they’ve never met or even spoken to before. I think I would find it hard, not even hearing someone’s voice.” Spencer fidgets with the sleeve of his sweater.

You nod your head, agreeing with him. “I don’t know why I’m using dating apps. It’s not like I have time to date anyway. I spend all my time here.” You huff out a sad laugh.

“No- you- you deserve to have someone, you shouldn’t say that.” Spencer strides closer to you, leaning against Penelope’s desk. “I’m sure you’ll find someone eventually. I mean, you’re incredibly intelligent, you’re funny, kind, attractive-” He pauses, stopping himself, “It’s really only a matter of time.” A slight blush tints his cheeks, he gives you a kind smile.

You look up at him, mirroring his smile. “I guess so.”

“I’m guessing you haven’t had much luck then? With dating apps, I mean.”

“No, not really. But there is this one guy I’ve been talking to.”

“Oh.” he nods, you notice something in his eyes. Disappointment? He was never very good at hiding his feelings. “What's he like?”

“Well, his name is Nick. We’ve been talking for about… a week? I think? We might go on an actual date soon, I think I’m going to ask him.” You grin, thinking about the kind exchanges you’d been having with the man.

“That- That’s really nice. I hope it goes well.” No extra statistics, straight to the point. Odd.

***

A conversation later that day led to you actually asking Nick on a real, in-person date. You only have so much free time, why not spend it enjoying yourself? So, that was it. You officially had a date scheduled for Saturday night. Only three days away.

***

Nothing of note happened for the next three days,though you did see Spencer acting differently. Less rambles, less conversations in the break room, more silent glances he thought you didn’t notice.

At the end of the day on Friday, you catch him before he gets to the elevator. “Spence!”

He turns around to face you, clearly a little startled, “Yeah?” He clutches the strap of his satchel that goes across his chest.

“Are you- Did I do something? Why haven’t you been talking to me?” You attempt to keep a neutral tone, but sadness seeps through.

“I have been talking to you, what do you mean? We talked about the case today-”

“No. You know what I mean, Spencer. You haven’t- went on a fifteen minute ramble about like- sea urchins and their contributions to the ecosystem- or whatever. You’ve been avoiding me.” You can barely look him in the eyes. He’s been one of your closest friends for years and now he’s acting differently. It hurts.

He rushes to explain himself, “Y/n, no. I- You were um-” He pauses. Lying will only make it worse. “You told me about how you were going on dating apps, and how- how you’re going on a date this weekend and-” He takes a breath, “It just really- I was jealous.” He sighs, his face reddens immediately.

“What?” Did I just hear that correctly? Jealous?

“I was jealous I-” He runs his hands over his face, “I am jealous. I’m sorry.”

“So you… are jealous… that I’m going on a date?” You’re still confused.

He nods slowly, avoiding eye contact with you. His face gets more red by the second.

“Because… you want to go on a date with me?” You feel your cheeks warming up, your tone is soft, you ask the question carefully.

“I-” He clears his throat, “Yes. I really- Yeah.” He sighs like he was holding his breath. “I’m sorry, that’s so unprofessional, and I know I shouldn’t treat you differently because of how I feel. I should’ve been thinking about how it would affect the team-”

It takes you two tries to interrupt his nervous ramble, “Spencer.”

His mouth hangs slightly open, you stopped his train of thought completely.

“If you really feel that way, then I’d love to go on a date with you.” You give him a reassuring smile.

He stays silent for a few moments, processing. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” You nod.

His smile grows, “Yeah?” he huffs out a surprised laugh. “But what about your other date?”

You giggle, “He- I think he’ll understand. I’m also pretty sure Garcia found some weird stuff about him while she was snooping around so…”

“Ah. Okay.” He nods, “So when… When were you thinking? I mean you don’t have to decide right now of course.”

You can’t hold back a giddy smile. “How about tomorrow? Lunch at the cafe by the used book store?”

“That sounds really nice.” He nods again, eagerly.

“Okay, great. Um- does sometime around twelve work? I can text you when I’m on my way?” You fidget nervously with your necklace.

“Yeah, of course.”

You both stand silently for a few moments, both in disbelief that this is actually happening.

“Um- I should-” Spencer points behind him to the elevator doors.

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” Your face warms even more, you’d forgotten he was about to leave, “See you tomorrow.”

He echoes back, “See you tomorrow.” He grins as he walks into the elevator. As the doors shut in front of him, you both wave happily at each other.

***

Penelope comes running out from the glass doors of the BAU, “What was that!?” She rapidly waves a pointed finger between you and the elevator.

“Nothing! It was nothing! I was just saying goodnight!” You laugh nervously.

“Liar!! I know that face!” She gasps, “You asked him out!? Oh my gosh! Finally!!” She takes your wordless grin as a yes, and catches you in a tight hug. “You two are going to be so cute, I just know it!” she lets you out of her grasp, “And I won’t tell anyone, pinkie promise.”

***

The Tuesday after your’s and Spencer’s date –which went extremely well, ending with a promised second date after your next case– you notice the rest of the team snickering about the two of you not-so-subtly. The next time you see Penelope, you give her a knowing glare, but you don’t scold her. Really, it’s better the team finds out now rather than later, in some horribly embarrassing way. Unfortunately, this means you’ll have to be signing some paperwork soon.

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[winisayswhat]

♡ The summer I turned pretty edition♡

☆HOW DO OTHERS VIEW YOU ?☆

♡Paid readings.

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Masterlist

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PILE 1.

🦢Listen up, bitches. You're a total boss lady, and everyone knows it. People are drawn to your confidence and ambition like bees to honey and bees to flower. You're a leader, and you lead people. You rule the room, and people take notice when you walk in. You're independent, self-reliant, and unafraid to take risks. You're a lone wolf, and that's what makes you special and fierce.

🦢You're an original piece, like Adidas and Nike. Your intensity can be both captivating and overwhelming, but that's what makes you so amazing. People think you're a puzzle with many pieces, but nobody's figured you out yet. You're a person with depth, but you're also just living your life. And, honestly, you might be trying some witchcraft or spells right now. Just saying.

🦢People think you're aloof or distant, but that's just because you're a complicated person. You've got a bitch face, but when people talk to you, you're sweet as hell. You've got a powerful aura that protects the softness within you.

🦢Your intensity can be overwhelming, and you may need to tone it down sometimes. You may struggle with vulnerability and openness, but that's okay. You're a power woman, and you can ask for help when you need it.

🦢You're am ABSOLUTE leader, and people are drawn to your confidence and ambition. You're effortlessly captivating, and you're currenrlt going through a period of transformation and growth, change. You're emerging stronger and more powerful than ever, so keep going gwoooorrrl.

🦢You're a mystery, and people are trying to figure you out, but you're not having it, you are like an pretty princess in your own world ,hatin on bitches around . You're an amazing person, and you should own it. That's what makes you you, and that's what attracts people towards you.

PILE 2

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💗 Okay first thing that I see is people think that you are absolutely someone they should be scared of, You are not very much approachable at start. The first thing that people think about when they think of you or look at you is to maintain a safe distance from you. They also think that you walk and talk like you own the place. If you are in school you might work as if the principal is your dad or the managing director is your mom. You have that aura where you absolutely don't give a f**k about anyone.

💗 And even though while you are breaking from inside or having emotional turmoil from outside people will always see that you have it all together somehow. People also see you as someone who is very wild. This is the third point okay, people also see you as someone who is very wild fury and someone who will snatch what they want. But the thing is you only have the drive to do stuff when you want it, not when someone ask you to do something, For example your teacher asks you to participate in a competition. Now if you are not driven towards it you will lose interest.

💗 But then if you want it and you are determined to get it no matter how well your competitor has prepared or how smart people you are competing against you will make sure that you win it. Third I see that this pile might have people who are mistakes you might be someone who practices witchcraft or at least ah magic or tarot for some reason, Because I see you guys being really in tune with your inner self. I also see that people see you as someone who is rebellious and someone who absolutely cannot be tied down. You might also be that girl or boy who might use their cellphone or headphone to just avoid talking to people.

💗 I also see you are a lone wolf. You don't really enjoy group gatherings or whenever you are into group somehow they put you off or your mood goes off. Like being alone and doing your shit by yourself. The next point is people see that you escape problems really well even though you have created it. It's like somehow you always manage to escape tough situations while others end up getting stuck in it. Probably it's your intuition or good timing or luck.

💗 people see you as someone who has their shit sorted because you don't really show it to people how much you are struggling or where you are facing problems. I also see that few of your haters might spread this information saying that you are a bitch or you are a backstabber or you are not a good friend. But the real fact is just that you have made really strong boundaries and don't really regard people as important anymore. You are upskilling and working on yourself. Your main focus is you and nobody else and honestly you shouldn't even give a f**k about them because trust me you are much more better than them.

💗 I also see people are quite jealous of the qualities that you possess. Even though they don't show it to you you have many secret admirers who want to be associated with you or want to be a friend but they are not ready to put in efforts because they know it takes effort to be your friend and you don't really let people easily in. I also see that you might have some potential approaching you and if not approaching I see that admiring you from afar. You have people crushing on you for sure. And I guess you have a hint of it but I just not being much heed to it.

PILE 3

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🎀 Okay first thing that I see for sure is that people see you as someone who probably had broken relationships or friendships. People spoke about it and that's how they know about you. People also view as someone who is very emotional and sensitive. Can get hurt really easily. That's the image they have formed of you.

🎀 But the other sect of people they think that you are a very clever person and this is just a mask that you are putting. And you are a very multi-faced person, you are very cunning, but you are just trying to show to the world that you are very innocent and nice.

🎀 There are of you people who have been watching you from a long time and they know that you have this tendency of helping other people by hurting yourself too. So, let's say you are a hungry person and then they are three to five hungry people sitting with you. And you just get a plate of food. Instead of eating it yourself, you will give the plate to the other members to have first even if you will have to remain hungry.

🎀 These are the people who have never spoken to you, but they know your side of the story. They know that you always over give and end up getting hurt. People also think that you are a fool. You are like a golden retriever. You know, you trust people too easily and hence you end up getting hurt by them. But this represents only your soft side.

🎀 People also think that you let people take advantage of you. Even though you have your doubts on them, you allow them to take advantage of you. And once the friendship or relationship is gone, they end up painting you as they will. So, I see them losing hopes on you. They just say stuff like oh, that girl, yeah, what can I say about her? She always ends up being the victim. Yes, that's how I see it.

🎀 Though people see that you end up getting successful, they haven't seen you falling majorly, they have never seen you losing stuff except relationships and people. You are doing good at studies, not great but you are doing good, and people think that you don't really have any major problems in your life and you are just a chilled out girl.

🎀 I also see that people might see you as someone with soft core aesthetics, like girly girl aesthetics, you might dress up like that or you might like the kawaii style. You might radiate pink, blue, or green aura, yes, oh, there is also yellow. Okay, again the colors remind me that you are a person with many shades.

🎀 And all these views that I have mentioned above might also be the views of the people who have seen you when you were thirteen, when you were sixteen, when you were eighteen, or when you were twenty-four. It keeps adding on, so I am not just talking about the people now, I am talking about the people who have known you throughout this lifetime and how different views they have had about you.

🎀 I also see that you might be facing some problems right now related to security, feeling emotionally secure. Security might indicate security about job, education, or finances. You are not seeing content right now, but trust me, things are only going to get better slowly, and you are going to reach a stage where you feel content and hold as a person, and you will not have to give a f**k about people's image about you.

🎀 I also think that you don't really give a f**k about people because I guess you are over that phase, and I also think you know who I am talking about.

PILE 4

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🌸 Okay, the first thing that I sense is probably you might be someone who is always the leader of the group. It could be a sports group, sports team, college, event group. You might be someone with a really high position. People see you as someone who is really smart and sharp. You give me one of those academic achievers vibe. You have this high drive to get anything and everything that you want. You are so full of energy.

🌸 I also see that people see you as someone who is very hyperactive. And someone who is very prosperous. You might be the rich friend of the group, someone who has got their finances sorted. You are the main character of the group.

🌸 People also see you as someone who will stand up for others, believes in justice. And will always support the people who don't get justice or are introvert and cannot speak up for themselves.

🌸 You are someone who believes that detailing is everything. You might have a eye for detail. In anything and everything that you do. You are very good at figuring out details also. You see anything and everything that people usually tend to ignore. It might be in relationships. It could be while strategizing. It could be while doing a project. It's very minor stuff which have a great impact which people don't catch but you do.

🌸 You are honestly I would say living your best life. You have a very sorted life. You know that stress is not gonna get you anything. So you are just out there chilling. Even though you are having problems in your life but you are just haha in your way through it. You know that struggles are going to end someday. That's how people see you. They know that you are having problems and they are amazed by how easily you always end up winning or things turn out in your favour. I also see that you are very much lucky.

🌸 I also see that you have been stabbed in back, betrayed and left feeling defeated in some way in the past. And yet you are standing and you are more determined than ever to get what you want and not depend on people.

🌸 I also see you as a person who make sure that they get what they want. You won't let others win. Your word should be the final word. That's how people view you. They know that once you are their opponent they are going to give a they'll need to give a tough fight for you to lose which you don't usually.

🌸 But some people also see you as a covered. They think that you are just trying to be very strong and that you are very pretentious and you are just a very fragile girl or boy from inside. Some people see you as a rich brat for some reason also. And they are jealous about the fact that you have it all sorted and don't have to work for anything. For some reason you give off that energy.

🌸 I also see that some people might be purposely wishing bad upon you.

🌸 The next message that's coming out is you the people think that you have a troubled family or you are a rebel from your family. You might be seen as the rebel.

🌸 I also see that people also call you double faced.

[leonalovesalot]

You make me perfect I

Ex!ArtDonaldson x Reader

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Art was miserable.

Everyday was slow and torturous. He could feel every minute go by and it was starting to drive him crazy.

You left.

You left him- how long had it been? Two months, seven days, and nine hours.

You left him for some stupid reason that he could barely even hear through his loud sobs and pleads to make you stay. Something along the lines of how you both “brought out the worst in each other”.

What a line of shit.

You two did not bring out the worst in each other right? At least from his side of things, you were the only good thing going for him. Without you, what was the point? What was the point of the money? The accolades? What was the point of tennis? What was the point of eating? Breathing? Living?

The sudden sounds of cheers and claps interrupted his train of thought. Were they cheering for him? Of course they weren’t.

Art lost.

His game was nothing short of turbulent these days. During almost every match, he could see his coach from the corner of his eye with his fists clenched and eyes shut tight in frustration.

Art didn’t care. It seemed he stopped caring about a lot of things after you left.

Art had a complicated relationship with tennis. He grew up playing but somewhere along the way, he didn’t know when, he lost his fire.

That fire came back when he met you. You were so curious about him and his career. You weren’t familiar with the athletic side of things. He liked that. He liked that you were an academic. It fascinated him because it took him months to finish books that you’d finish within a day.

The feelings of intrigue and admiration were mutual. You began coming to every game and Art began playing better. You made him better. You made him perfect. He wanted so badly to impress you. To see your eyes light up and your body jump up to cheer when he won a match.

He loved running towards you and kissing you until you pushed him off giggling and jokingly ordering him to go shake hands with his opponent first.

You fuelled his fire. And he fuelled yours.

Many sleepless nights were spent as you typed away at your thesis about a topic he didn’t really understand. He’d nod cluelessly, not really listening to you, but thinking about what he could do so you’d pay attention to him.

“Your mind is so beautiful”, he’d say in a breathy voice. Hand sliding up your thigh as he moved closer to lay his head on your lap.

“Just a few minutes and then I’m all yours, okay?”, you’d look down at him with your pretty half-smile while ruffling his hair slightly. You loved his blonde curls.

Your mind was indeed beautiful. He meant that wholeheartedly. But your heart? He had reason to think it was black and full of tar. Because you left him. How could someone with an angelic exterior have such an ugly interior?

The day after you ended things, he cut his hair. He didn’t know why, he wasn’t really thinking.

He had been experiencing the five stages of grief but had yet to reach acceptance. At this point, he didn’t think he ever would. As the days went by he tried to make peace with that fact because what other choice did he have?

He tried to call you. But you had blocked his number. He reluctantly went to a mutual friend’s birthday party, only to see that you didn’t come and he wasted his time surrounded by people and that sick apologetic tone that they’d speak to him in like he was some little kid. Maybe that’s why you didn’t come. You hated being talked to that way. He smiled as he remembered.

“Art? Where do you keep going off to man?” a rugged voice pulls him out of his thoughts. Darren, his coach.

“Nowhere,” he mumbles back. He takes a gulp of his water and begins walking to the locker room to take a shower.

The cold water grounds him. He’s alone, finally. He didn’t feel like playing at all today. But now that it was over, even though he lost, he felt the tension leave is body slowly.

It was only a few seconds before his thoughts crawled their way back to you. Again.

The two of you had showered together on many occasions. It seemed that your entire relationship was stuck in that can’t-keep-your-hands-off-each-other phase. He didn’t mind. It’s what he wanted. It’s what you wanted.

You’d shower together, sometimes having sex, sometimes not. There was never any obligation. But you’d stand together, arms wrapped around each other, talking about your day and giggling about water getting in your mouth when you’re trying to speak.

On the days you did have sex, it always was you who initiated. Art was happy to go along with anything, but he never wanted to pressure you into it if you weren’t in the mood. It always started with your left arm around his shoulder, with your hand massaging the back of his neck. And your right hand would slide from his chest, to his stomach, and down to his cock, already erect, begging for your touch.

He’d let out a low moan in response and throw his head back muttering a string of “please” and “that feels so fucking good” and, your favourite, “thank you”.

It was almost too easy to make him finish. He used to be embarrassed, but you really didn’t mind. If anything, it boosted your ego. He also always made sure to last longer when he was actually inside you, which you appreciated.

Art was lost in his thoughts when a guttural groan brings him back to the locker room showers. He threw his head forward and used his free hand to steady himself against the wall. The other hand was wrapped around his cock, vigorously moving back and forth until he came. The water washed away his release and he stood there, ears ringing slightly, and heavy panting. What the fuck is wrong with him? God, he was so pathetic. He turns the shower off and leaves feeling a storm of guilt which he didn’t understand.

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Ever since the break up with Art, you threw yourself into your studies. The only thing on your mind was your PhD and nothing else. There didn’t have to be anything else. This was perfectly normal. You were in your mid- twenties, what is more important than education right?

Your friends were worried that you barely reached out anymore. But you couldn’t. Your life with Art was too intertwined and all your friends befriended all his friends and now it seemed there was no one on this earth who knew just you and not him too.

Your goal was to get your doctorate and get a job as a professor somewhere far away. Maybe, Europe? Canada? Somewhere you wouldn’t walk down the street and see Art’s face on a billboard advertising some car. What the fuck does a tennis player know about cars?

Days and nights passed without you realizing. They all blended together. You didn’t know if it was a weekend or the middle of the week.

But you did this, you’re the one that broke up with him. So, you needed to stick with your decision. Otherwise, you did this all for no reason and what good did that do?

On some days you couldn’t remember why you broke up with him. He was perfect. Good listener, funny, kind-hearted, affectionate, the list could go on for eternity.

So then why did you break things off? Was it because he was a little messy? No. Was it because he was clingy? No. Was it because he forgot your one-month anniversary? No.

No, it wasn’t any of those things. It was because you were scared. The relationship was intense and you loved him with every fibre in your body. And you knew he felt the same. That was ideal wasn’t it? Isn’t that the dream?

It was. It’s what you thought you wanted. But when your lives became so interwoven and the two of you got closer and closer, if that was even possible, you felt like you began slowly losing your identity. Art was consuming you and maybe he felt that you were doing the same to him- but whatever it was, it wasn’t healthy.

Who were you before Art? You laid awake one night thinking about this question over and over with him softly snoring next to you. His arm around your waist and his curls tickling your cheek.

You couldn’t remember. What did you like to do for fun? What shows did you like to watch? Where did you like to go to clear your head?

It disturbed you that you could barely answer the questions.

Right, that’s why.

A silver lining was that your career paths and day-to-day lives were the only thing that didn’t overlap. So you could continue on studying and writing without worrying about running into Art.

Or so you thought.

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On a rainy night, you were driving home after a long day spent at the library. Time got away from you, you hadn’t even eaten dinner and it was almost a quarter past eleven. Your stomach growled, the rain drops slapped against the windshield, and the radio blurred into the background. The roads were mostly clear because it was a Wednesday night and everyone probably getting ready for the next day. You longed to be surrounded by the walls of your apartment. You wish you could just teleport but there were still twenty minutes left in your journey.

In an instant, you felt the car jerk downwards in the back corner. You screamed, panicked and quickly pulled the car over, put it in park, and turned it off. You sat there with your hands on your face as you caught your breath. The only thing you heard was your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The rain was continued on, and the radio host continued talking, but you cried. Sobbed. Loud and ugly. It was like two months of emotion came out all at once. You didn’t know how long it had been until you finally wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. You sniffled and took deep breaths. Your eyes wander to the time on the dashboard. Ten minutes until midnight. You gather all your energy and get out of the car, immediately soaked, as the rain showed no signs of slowing down.

You stumble to the side of the car. The ground was all muddy and uneven. This irritated you more and a few more tears fall. You bend down to see a flat tire.

Just your luck.

Just your fucking luck.

Why did this have to happen?

You sat in the drivers seat again and stared out ahead. Not seeing much because the night was pitch black. You mulled over your limited options. You couldn’t call your parents because they were asleep. You couldn’t call your friends because you hadn’t seen any of them in weeks and this would make it seem like your life was in shambles. It was, but you didn’t want them to see it. Being vulnerable was a scary thing, and the last thing you wanted was for someone to look at you with pity in their eyes.

There was a name on your mind you tried not to pay attention to.

Art.

Art.

Art.

You felt like you could hear the whispering chants in your ears. You were definitely going crazy.

You grab your phone and scroll through the contacts to find him. As you went to unlock him, the screen went black. The battery died. Are you serious? Your face scrunches up and you almost begin to break down again but knew that wouldn’t solve the problem at hand. You look around quickly and see a small gas station across the street. You get your soaked self out of the car, lock it, and walk towards the gas station. The rain had completely drenched your clothes and hair and you were trembling which you couldn’t tell was from the cold or the frustration. You walk in and were met with slight warmth and it made you feel slightly better. Walking towards the front desk, you were met with a man yawning.

“It’s really coming down out there, huh?” He asked trying to make small talk.

You tried to force a smile but you didn’t succeed.

“Do you have a phone I could use, please?” You say with a sore throat from all the crying. God, you were pathetic.

“Yeah, you have a quarter?” He points at the small phone at the back of the shop next to the slushy station.

You bring your hands to your pocket and fish out your wallet. I did have a quarter. Finally, something was going right.

“Yes, thank you,” you walk to the phone and put the quarter in. You click in his number not knowing how to feel about the fact that you still remembered it. But this wasn’t the time to have a crisis about your relationship.

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Art sat on the couch mindlessly scrolling through Netflix. Nothing was appealing and he thought he’d just call it a night and head to bed.

The rain made him sadder than he already was. You loved the rain. You loved staying in and drinking tea on rainy mornings with him. He started to like it at some point because of you. But not anymore. He was back to hating it. It was too wet, too cold, too muddy, too fucking depressing.

He hears his phone ringing faintly in the background. His head snaps to the sound and he gets up to walk to the kitchen counter where he left it. His brows furrow. A number he didn’t recognize was displayed on the screen.

He declines the call.

He slips the phone into his pocket and walks back to couch and plops down.

The phone rings again. He takes it out. It was the same number. He scoffs annoyed, these scam calls were too damn persistent these days.

He declines the call again.

Within milliseconds, the phone rings again. Art’s patience vanishes and he stands up in irritation and brings the phone to his ear. All his movements were quick and sharp.

“What?” Art spits with a raised voice.

“Art?”

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There will definitely be a second part!! If you’d like to be tagged when I post it please let me know!

Thank you for reading!

[litomilo]

miss you

billie eilish x reader ⭐

context: just listen to miss you by conan gray!

warnings: angst but happy ending ig, use of y/n, not proof read, im pretty sure i didn't use any pronoun other than "you" to refer to the reader idk

a/n: i wrote this thinking about one of my college classes, one of my teachers said that hate is not the opposite of love, but rather the closest feeling to it that can be found and damn she's so right 💔

You thought you weren't made for love. You weren't made to love or be loved, and maybe you didn't even deserve it. After a few relations and situationships you started thinking that you were a difficult person to deal with. You didn't want to bother whoever ended up falling in love with you — since that was what always happened. So you just pushed them away.

You constantly thought about the strange monotony that love began to reveal in your life. Always the same, but in the end, only one thing changed: if you wasn't hurt, you were the one who hurt someone, consequently hurting yourself as well.

Hurt by unrequited love, by harsh words, maybe by abandonment, or even by the melancholy caused by remembering important memories and unfulfilled promises... Or hurt by guilt, regret, remorse, anguish and so many other feelings caused by having hurt someone, even if it was necessary or what you thought was the best thing to do.

When you meet Billie you felt it all again. You felt happy, special, loved, but then all the possible good things you felt got blurred and momentarily forgotten 'cause of the paranoid.

I'm so hard to deal with, she won't stay.

That's what you always told yourself. But if you leave first it won't hurt that much, right?

After ghosting her for about three days you had several lost calls in your call logs and texts in all the apps possible.

"y/n?"

"did i do something? why don't you answer?"

"look idk what happened but i'm sorry"

"talk to me pls"

You gave her a week, maybe two, to give up and stop texting you. That's what always happens, One day they always disappear and you move on with your life.

You were surprised, what always happened didn't happen. She insisted, kept texting you almost daily for a whole month, sometimes she even knocked on your door, you never answered. She slipped two or three letters through your door.

"hi, it's me, billie, again.

i know you don't want to see me anymore, but i wanna know why, can we PLEASE talk about it? i can't bear the thought of possible have hurt you, that's killing me.

i'm so sorry, please let's talk, just to sort things out, i promise you'll never see me again if that's what you really wants.

i love you so much, i'm missing you, y/n/n."

Fuck.

You couldn't move on. She wouldn't let you do that, or maybe you just loved her too much to let go. That's exactly why you didn't block her at all and spent nights conflicted about calling her, but you didn't want to face reality.

In that one month that passed you couldn't talk to anyone else, you wanted to prove to yourself that you had overcome it, you didn't need her, but how do you do that when no one captivates you or calls your attention, not even for a simple hookup.

"I don't know why... why don't she just fucking give up?" you ask your best friend, in tears, through the phone. they keep quiet for a few seconds, then sigh.

"Maybe it's because she loves you?" they say as if it was already obvious, and it actually was "I think it's pretty clear at this point that she's not like the others, and you still keep pushing her away... You're not only hurting yourself, you're hurting her too, y'know?" you don't say anything, just sob and sniff, then they continue "Call her, you should talk and try to explain yourself, y/n, i keep telling you that pushing people away just 'cause you're starting to get attached is not nice and, as your best friend, i need to tell you that this time you've really messed up".

You didn't want to give in, you were too proud for that, but in one of those nights you just senseless called her, and she picked up.

"Y/n??" you hear her soft voice on the other side of the line, she sounds so worried, she was so worried "Hey, love, are you there?" and that was all it takes for you to break down.

"Come over, please" that's all you could say between sobs.

"Fine, i'm on my way, okay?" you just nod, even tho she couldn't see it.

She stayed on the line all the way, trying to calm you down until she parked in front of your house. You hang up the call and gone to the front foor as soon as you heard her car. When she was about to knock on the door, you opened it, immediately hugging her.

You hear a soft gasp leave her lips, but she hugs you back, her hands finding your hair, stroking it soothingly while guiding you inside and closing the door with her foot.

"I'm sorry" you whisper with your face buried in her hoodie "I shouldn't have pushed you away, but I was so scared"

"Scared? Of what?" she asks confused, her right hand holding your chin gently to make you look up at her.

"Of loving you and I thought you were going to end up leaving me so I just left first" you say feeling her thumb wipe the tears away from your face.

"I would never leave you, i love you, y/n" Billie said kissing your forehead and sitting you on the couch with her "have you pushing me away broke my heart".

"I never meant to, I just... I didn't knew how to cope with everything I was feeling, I thought that pushing you away would be the best but I spent all these past weeks only wanting you" you say resting your head on her shoulder "I'm so sorry, I miss you" she looks at you, her heart clenching at the sigh of your teary eyes.

"Shh, it's fine... It's okay" she whispers pulling you closer against her chest "y'know i missed you too".

[kikithekiwi19]

HAI!!! I loved reading your panty anarchy! Reader x mark and your stocking anarchy!reader x mark, and I was wondering if you'd mind doing a stocking anarchy! Reader x rex one?? If not that's fine!!! :]

SWEET EXPLOSIONS!

Rex Sloan x Stocking Anarchy! Reader

Rex, you beautiful asshole.

To be honest, you guys hated each other at first.

He found your withdrawn demeanour unerving while you found him irritating. A mutual hatred that only further blossomed when the two of you officially met.

You guys met at The Guardians try out. Compared to the other contestants, you stood out like a soar thumb; dark Lolita fashion with a mix of Gothic touch.

"Why are you dressed like a depressed princess?"

"Same reason why your an ass to overcompinsate for your shrivelled dick."

Yeah, you guys fought after that.

You easily wipped the floor with him, blades deflecting the explosives with ease. It was pathetic watching Rex stagger about from your relentless assault.

After that, it was a point at Guardians HQ to keep the two of you apart. Not like it really stopped the intense 'banter' the two of shared.

Got so bad that Invincible had to step in.

"You sugar obsessed freak! You almost got me killed out there! Watch where you throw your swords!"

"Maybe you should watch where you sling your dick. Of course if you have one."

"You fucking bitch!"

"And your a whore that's head is to far up his own ass!"

Your relationship was strained at best and non existent at worse. Forcibly spending time together as Guardians makes your relationship more bareable.

It's starts slow; being slightly more cautious of each other, offering support during battles and even after them. Hell, even holding a conversation that didn't spiral into a yelling match.

It wouldn't be far fetched to say that you've grown somewhat soft to Rex's antics. No matter how abrasive he was, it would make your lips curl up into a small smile.

Rex found your witty comebacks charming, no matter how much they tore his ego to shreds. Even your addiction to sugar was endearing.

It blossomed into a friendship, then into romance.

You were the one to ask Rex out; not that he was scared, you just were sick and tired of waiting for him to do so.

When the two of you do start dating it's PDA galore. Cheesy flirtations, messy kisses and a quickie once or twice in the storage closet.

Like, the others are sick of seeing you guys eat each other's faces off.

Also, firmly believe that Rex would partake in your pole dancing. He sees it as a fun way to bond with his partner. No matter how many boners he gets while your doing it.

He's in love with you and will not shut up about it. Would brag constantly about how much of a badass you are! He's such a loveable jerk.

[accio-victuuri]

today is 04/16, the anniversary of the Untamed’s booting ceremony and start of filming. i will be sharing an essay and story of their fandom journey by one of the OG bjyx fansites - 限時狂想丨0805x1005.

you all know how much i appreciate fansites and everything they do for the fandom. it’s also interesting to see the thoughts of someone who had been a cpf even before the drama was out. a person who was there from the beginning and is still here and active. their love for the boys is so inspiring 💛 this site is pretty popular cause they funded wuji road among other things.

personally, reading this really made me reflect on my time in this fandom. i have evolved from posting about cpns sparingly & answering fan questions to being an update account then archiving and constructing timelines. to editing and focusing on their careers with bits of political discussions as needed. to now, what i’ve been doing lately, is bits of things i have done in the past. it made me think about why i’m here and still am. that it’s not solely because of the candies and the proofs. although it started with that, it’s not why i stayed for years. it’s truly because there is something about GG and WYB that i connect with. them as individuals and moreso as a pair. in the past months, there were a lot of noise and distractions that made it hard for me but reading this was the perfect reminder that i needed to recalibrate.

i also think this piece answers the usual hate comment of so/os who tell us to “move on”.

the flowers are the same year after year, but the people are different year after year, fortunately there are always people who stay with each other and remember each other in their hearts — so this memory will always have weight and will never disappear.

let me just cry 🥹🥹🥹🥹

anyway, the full post is below. enjoy! and cheers to all cpfs. 🥂

"Yibo taught me two dances yesterday"

By chance, I was browsing Weibo and saw a video of GG at the airport.

In the video, GG mentioned that DD taught him two dances, which was amazing. That night, the names of the two boys kept coming to my mind, and I got up and stayed up late to catch up on many of GG and DD’s materials.

I have to thank a few fan-made clips that I happened to see at the time, which made me see the infinite magnetic field and huge possibilities between these two names, and the attraction that was like fate to me.

"I want to hunt with you at night all my life"

This was the first Weibo post after the website was launched. The picture was of GG and DD leaving get off work at night. Although there was only their backs under dim lights, they still tried to share the light captured in the corner with everyone, so I had a limited-time fantasy.

Before that, I had hesitated about other website names, and the process of finally choosing these four words was also full of many uncertainties, whether it was the suspension of work caused by some changes in the crew of The Untamed during that period, or some bad speculations and comments about The Untamed and my brother and younger brother on the Internet. Now recalling that time, I was standing at the starting point with fog in front of me, and there were too many unknowns ahead that I couldn’t see, but I’m glad that I chose to move forward, holding hands with you, and walking through the fog to see the distance.

I often see people joking in the comments that I have hidden a lot of good things. Indeed, there are some photos of the crew that have not been released, because many scenes in the same frame are similar, the clarity of the photos is not enough, and the requirements for the photos are usually high, so they will be carefully selected before they are released. If you are willing to see it, you can catch yourself and shake it when you have the chance in the future...

"Xiang Mei"

I remember that in the beginning of 2018, the fans all called me Xiang Mei. After the filming of The Untamed was completed, the circle that was originally lively during the filming began to gradually become deserted, so I made a tacit agreement with everyone that I would post some Weibo stories on holidays, either holding hands or standing side by side. I want to tell everyone in this way that brothers and sisters are very good, and stay with them for a little longer, a little longer.

Actually, 2018 was a very meaningful year for me. Every time I shared GG and DD’s activity pictures and videos on Weibo, I would read the reposts and comments back and forth. At that time, the number of reposts was very small. I would be happy for a long time when the number of reposts exceeded 100. I can still remember the Weibo IDs of some of the people who often reposted and commented. Sometimes I would chat with everyone in the comments and answer some questions. After a long time of ordinary days, I was surprised by the increasing number of comments, reposts and private messages after the show started, and sometimes I was in a trance. How did I suddenly become everyone’s "Xiang Mei".

Now there are tens of thousands of people following the footsteps of GG and DD ( she is talking about fansites here ) . Maybe everyone has some special feelings for the 18-year-old station, but Limited Time Fantasy has always maintained the mood at the beginning, as pure and passionate as everyone else. If there is any difference, it is just that I am a little luckier than everyone who came later, and I saw GG and DD earlier.

Everyone in the big family of BJYX supports them in different ways, output, charity, support... It is really a blessing to like the brothers and sisters with everyone, and I will work hard to live up to everyone's higher expectations in the future.

"No. 85"

In May last year, the DD participated in the official motorcycle race for the first time and won the first place in the qualifying. I was already looking forward to seeing DD standing on the podium. Fate still played a little joke. When DD started, his car had a problem and went back for repair. After catching up with the player in front, the car gradually slowed down at a bend.

The stubborn little lion got off the car and pushed the motorcycle to run, but finally had to terminate the race. There are always regrets in the cruel competitive sports. The 22-year-old rookie racer still has a long way to go. Later, another race came in August. Zhuhai was scorching hot in midsummer. Driver No. 85 changed into a new racing suit and raced round and round. Although I was holding a camera, every time you whizzed past me, I was behind the camera screaming for you and happy for you from the bottom of my heart. "Congratulations to driver No. 85, Wang Yibo" The audience burst into cheers and and applause. Champion driver No. 85, you deserve all the glory.

"Satisfied"

In the autumn of the year before last, GG released his first single in the true sense three years after his debut. He sang it for the first time at the concert the day before his birthday. You were red on the stage, and the whole sea of red in the audience was for you. On the night after the Hangzhou concert, I was sorting pictures in front of the computer, and suddenly I saw a screenshot of Weibo sent by a friend. It was the first Weibo interaction between the GG and DD after the filming was completed. I was so happy that I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. It turned out that they didn't stop contacting each other after the filming was completed. DD would also celebrate his birthday with GG.

The first solo performance of Happy Camp, parting with Wei Wuxian who always holds his fan, the summer sun in Hengdian has made GG who has returned to modern dress look much thinner, from the small round face with a little flesh on the cheeks to the sharp features and the belt that is always tied to the last hole. You chew a piece of bread 37 times, which gradually shows everyone the strict self-management of a mature male artist, but I still want to tell you in my heart that it is not excessive to eat a few more small breads.

The first real red carpet, the look on GG’s face when he said “Hello everyone, I am the young actor Xiao Zhan” still often comes to my mind. The boy who said “The power of growth is my satisfaction” in the secret garden became more and more confident and free under the flash, completing one adventure after another of growth. I have always felt that GGis the most gentle boy I have ever seen, and he has given me a lot of strength.

“2018-2019”

In the New Year’s Eve of 2018, GG transformed into Zhang Xiaofan and filmed in the crew. Even in the deep mountains, he told himself with a sense of ritual that 2019 was going to be a good year. On the other side, the Hunan Satellite TV New Year’s Eve concert had passed midnight, the finale guest ended the performance, and the audience left one after another. DD, as the host of Hunan Satellite TV, also had a performance song. At that time, his fans were not as many as they are now. When shooting the stage, the little sister behind me was also wondering, “Aren’t there only hosts on the stage?” Looking at the empty seats and the ribbons scattered all over the ground, I thought that more people would come for you in the future and stay for you after midnight.

In the New Year's Eve of 2019, on one side, the three stages of GG performed at midnight, and on the other side, the whole audience was screaming for the water stage and motorcycle ring of the younger brother. In different cities, more people shouted for you with full love, and you brought an extremely shining halo to end the past year.

However, there will be regrets in a perfect story. The expectation of spending the New Year together at the end of the year did not come true after all. I hope you will spend the New Year's Eve this year.

"The Untamed"

I saw all kinds of news on the Internet before, and I felt that the broadcast of The Untamed would be far away. When the news came out before the broadcast, I still didn't believe it until the double Bazaar cover. I thought maybe it was really going to be broadcast. I saw the news on the morning of the official announcement and felt that it was going to be broadcast.

From Tianjin to Beijing, from Bangkok to Nanjing, the pot was boiled for a long time, and the young man was sacrificed many times. At the end of the Nanjing scene, the brothers said "goodbye" as Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, and the big screen showed "see you later". The scenes from the filming of The Untamed to the subsequent activities flashed through my mind, and tears flowed down in an instant (of course, the hand holding the camera was still steady).

The story of the brothers and sisters about Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji has come to the final chapter. Everything this summer is so unforgettable. I don’t know when and where we will meet again, and what the scene will be like... The mountains remain unchanged, the water flows forever, and their story is yet to be continued.

From 2018 to now, there have been many hard and tiring periods. When there are many activities at the end of the year, I am in a different city almost every day when I open my eyes. Sometimes I have classes the next day, and it is common to fly back and forth between two or three cities on the same day. I have made a lot of efforts and attempts to balance my three-dimensional study and life.

Like everyone else, I often feel stressed, but every time I think about seeing GG and DD soon, every time I check Weibo and see everyone's dynamics and encouraging words, I feel that there are still too many things in this lovely world that are worth my efforts.

A lot of stories have happened in the past two years. These days, I have been looking through the records and recalling them bit by bit... It has been years since the start of filming. Thank you Chen Qing Ling for letting GG and DD meet again. This drama is of great significance to them and too many of us.

A few years ago, I went back to the filming location of The Untamed and walked around again. The pillars of Cloud Recesses have been painted with other patterns, the familiar figures have long disappeared from the woods of Baifeng Mountain, and the Mianmian House has changed several waves of residents... Walking along the track of memory, I sighed that as the saying goes, the flowers are the same year after year, but the people are different year after year, but fortunately there are always people who stay with each other and remember each other in their hearts, so this memory will always have weight and will never disappear. Every important day in life is like a box of canned food. Love is the best preservative. Beautiful memories do not deteriorate, allowing us to fantasize about them repeatedly from time to time, and the shelf life is forever.

It's time to chatter again, and I start typing and writing down the stories of the past year. I often count on my fingers on the "Boxiao Calendar" in my phone. How many days are left until the next anniversary? I flip through my phone and recall what kind of mood I was in at this time of year in the past. Excited, nervous, moved, sad, year after year, past and present, all kinds of fragments always come back and forth in my mind on this day, and the sense of ritual in my bones always drives me to do something.

I often see everyone's various team-building activities and envy them. I have always been chasing stars offline alone and wanted to participate in a turtle carnival, but unfortunately missed it due to personal reasons. Later, I heard from my friends that everyone sent a lot of gifts. I was really flattered.

Thank you for your support and love. I often see people commenting about cooperation with other sites. In fact, I also sigh that many pictures or videos are very beautiful. I also have a lot of pictures and videos saved in my mobile phone that I don’t want to delete. The stories told by everyone together are more complete and moving. However, I have very few people who share the same responsibility in the three-dimensional world. Most of the time, I run around alone. So I am very happy that I have met many new painters in the circle online this year, as well as Xia Xiazi and Xi Xizi, who have fed me a lot of cute peripherals. Here I would like to say thank you to everyone again.

There will be more anniversaries of all sizes in the future. Some people say that it is difficult to keep the original intention, but memory and love are always the best preservatives.

In my opinion, charity is a way to convey love, and it is also a very precious part of this circle. GGvisited Wei County without anyone knowing in advance to help with poverty alleviation. I also squatted on Douyin to grab charity shirts for a night. Later, I continued to see various promotions for agricultural products. While supporting charity, I can also understand and taste various high-quality and low-priced agricultural and sideline products.

At the Hunan Satellite TV's charity event to help farmers, while filming the cute little brother with Chibi Maruko-style hair, he was also busy grabbing agricultural products. Everyone in the family said that the oranges were so delicious! After work, my brother participated in the free clinic. Even though he was very tired and took a long car ride to arrive in the early morning, he personally helped the patients who came for treatment.

A trickle of kindness lasts a long time. On weekdays, I will learn and check a lot of information, hoping to follow my brother and younger brother as an example and do more practical charity. At the beginning of last year, I was worried every day under the cover of the epidemic. The fragility of life was in front of me, and safety became the most important wish. At that time, I thought in my heart: I hope that every blessing of charity can return to GG and DD, and I will be safe and worry-free.

We have received feedback from the charity work we did before: Hope Primary School is being built step by step, the AED equipment donated with the help of Chongqing Red Cross Foundation has been put into use in my brother's alma mater, the hearing-impaired children have successfully undergone surgery, the Love Classroom has been put into use, and the action of helping students has received many thank-you letters from children... I feel very happy when I see these. Love makes every charity warm, and openness also makes every love traceable.

In my eyes, 2020 is also a year of hardship and harvest. Due to various reasons such as the epidemic, various activities this year have not been so smooth. There are true and false news about my brother flying all over the place. I have run to a city several times to wait in vain for several days. It is really sad to feel that my expectations are not met. Whenever I think of that period of time, I feel wronged and distressed for everything he has endured, but I can't do anything about it. Fortunately, he came back, step by step through the fog, and tried to stand in front of us.

When we said goodbye, he had a neat short hair. As I watched the figure gradually become clear under the spotlight, all the emotions came up in an instant. I couldn't tell what kind of mood I was in. I tried to look more greedily, but I couldn't control it anymore, and let the tears blur my eyes. He was still smiling and singing under the spotlight, and it seemed to become brighter. Every word of the lyrics pierces my heart. I will run to it with all my strength. Even if it is far, I will definitely reach it. The screams of the two events separated by a year are endless. Everything seems to have changed and it seems to have not changed. I will cover my face quietly when I am shy, look around and gesture the numbers half a beat behind when counting down, and I will still be scared by the popping fireworks... Every familiar little action made up the vivid him in front of me. If DD in the past was described as a bamboo, then he is now a pine tree. He has cut his hair short but has become more resolute and proud, and he is still upright. It is no exaggeration to describe DD as a model worker in the past year.

After a full schedule, he coughed lightly to avoid the microphone on the show and his foot injury was occasionally discovered. I dare not recall the most anticipated competition. I was ready early that afternoon, wondering if the light would be too dim, and which copywriter would be more suitable if I won the first place... Suddenly, there was a scream from the crowd, and the girls around me began to sob. I couldn't see the broadcast screen, and I could only hear the voices around me, "Fall" and "Last lap".

At that moment, my mind was confused, and the first thought that came to my mind was: I hope I'm safe. I don’t remember how long I squatted on the roadside with my camera. Later, when the crowd was almost gone, my tears slowly fell to the ground. I ran back to the podium unwillingly to take a few photos and stood there for a long time. The kid in street dance returned to his stage, and he could light up the whole audience every time, dazzling the audience.

Looking back on the time when Captain Xiao Wang was there, it was the big and small injuries on his legs and the compressed sleep time. He said that the superpower he wanted most was invisibility, so that he could do what he wanted and go out to play. So I really liked the summer surf shop last year, which gave my brother a chance to breathe in his busy work. Sunshine, beach, waves, the boy with sparkling eyes, the vigorous vitality all over his body, and the happiness on his face that could not be hidden, is my favorite look of him.

That year's meeting was particularly difficult. Every moment before the Starlight Awards was over was full of unknowns. It was not until I stood on the familiar roadside of the Youth Olympic Games and walked along the long path by the river that I felt it was real.

After going around in circles, I returned to the familiar place and met again in the place where "See you later" was once written. I couldn't help but sigh that the fateful fate is really wonderful. Sitting in the venue, watching the familiar light signs light up one by one, screaming and shouting with all my strength, telling them all the thoughts of the past year, telling them that we are still here, always here; it is another Weibo Night of the year, and I can always find them at a glance among the crowd, and witness their growth and glory together.

It is not easy to meet among the countless people, and I am very grateful to be fortunate enough to witness the node where they meet on the road of life. They are on the stage and we are off the stage. It's great to be the same as before. During this period of time, people, things and objects are undergoing tremendous changes all the time, but everyone has not gone far, and they are as determined as when they first set out.

Like everyone else, I can proudly tell everyone that my idol is Xiao Zhan and Wang Yibo. Their positive attitude and qualities are my confidence, and they are also the driving force for me to take off and land again and again and run forward. For me, Bo and Xiao are a piece of moonlight that I stole by chance in this ever-changing world. "The moon is far away, and the moonlight is close." I work hard to collect moonlight and illuminate a small inch of the world. We have followed them, felt the bright sunshine, blown the sticky sea breeze, seen the ribbons fall on their shoulders, and looked forward to seeing them again with tears in our eyes.

Love is as common as breathing, taking root and growing, and entwining every summer. Time has no end. In the hustle and bustle, love is eternal, and memories are immortal.

At this moment, the sunrise and sunset in Hengdian, the ebb and flow of the tide in Beihai, the years are still long, slowly becoming romantic, slowly becoming brilliant.

"I hope it will be good news from now on"

-END.

[ooooo-mcyt]

Another thing I feel the need to point out after my rewatch of both Pearl and Scott''s Double Life pov's is that I really don't think Scott is the reason everyone on the server thought Pearl was 'crazy'.

Don't get me wrong, Scott didn't help, and he certainly wasn't nice to Pearl. When asked about her by other people, Scott would give generally negative responses, and I'm sure this contributed to the public perception of her. But I can only really think of one major time Scott went out of his way to vent about how 'unhinged' Pearl was being to multiple people, and notably, it changed literally nobody's opinions about her (because of the three people scott told, two of them already thought pearl was 'unhinged' and the third was joel and therefore was on pearl's side by default, going to her after the fact to excitedly tell her how much she was bothering scott). I just genuinely don't think Scott was the reason- or even a major reason- for Pearl's reputation.

So what was? If we're looking for external marking points, I'd point to two incidents I'd say had more of an impact:

1.) Scar coining of the label "Scarlet Pearl" and generally talking her up to people as a Big Scary Threat.

2.) Ren marking Pearl as a "curse", a literal demon, and telling her there's something wicked within her.

Both concepts that were spread by these two to many other members of the server.

But I'd also point to Pearl herself, because she pushed the narrative that she was unstable too.

I've seen people say this was only in response to her reputation, but while it absolutely grew and changed to meet people's expectations later in the season, and 'Scarlet Pearl' would never have happened the way it did if people didn't push it onto her, Pearl was already starting to lean into an 'unstable' persona by episode two.

I mean, one of Pearl's first lines in episode two was a monologue, done in a purposefully 'creepy' tone of voice, to Scott about how he shouldn't have rejected her-"This is Pearl now. You've done this, Scott. This is what happens when you don't want to be on the side of me! You know I looked after you last season, you know I could do it this season, but you didn't trust in me! And now this is the state that we're in"- before deciding with Scar a few minutes later to 'torture' their soulmates. (which ren walked in on, leading to the beginnings of her reputation with both scar and ren as an 'unhinged' person)

Like, obviously Scott didn't help, probably made it worse, even, but I have seen a fanon concept that Scott single handedly went out of his way to make everyone think Pearl is crazy and that that was the one reason for Pearl's reputation in Double Life, which is a concept I've always thought was exaggerated and simplistic, but that I especially think is just incorrect after rewatching Pearl and Scott's pov's.

[reccyls]

Victor's Main Route: Blind Love Chapter 23 + Letter

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The next morning, I got up earlier than usual to wait for Victor.

(Maybe it’s a bit too early…)

The last time Victor came to pick me up for something, I had still been asleep when he arrived. I didn’t want to embarrass myself any further in front of him, so I had resolved to wake up earlier. However…

(...I’m bored.)

To make use of the free time, I decided to work on my report of last night’s events. I sat down in front of my typewriter and started working. Keeping my eyes on the words flying across the paper, I detailed the evils of the council leader.

(The council leader’s beliefs are the exact opposite of Victor’s.)

Unlike Victor, who chose duty above himself, and to sacrifice himself for the sake of the nation, The council leader only cared about things that benefited him, and not about the people.

(He even said that they were meant to be used.)

A land in which everyone may live freely, enjoying happiness without fear of falling victim to injustice. That was what Victor, as ruler of England, wished to achieve. In contrast, the council leader wanted happiness only for a select group of people. Technology and power were used only to fulfill his own greed.

(Even though those were meant to develop Victor’s country to give people more prosperous lives.) (The council leader trying to abuse them for his own ends is unforgivable.)

I finished my report with the conclusion that this was evil that Crown needed to condemn, and that the council leader had in the end been overcome by guilt so that he committed suicide.

(That’s that for last night.) (And now…)

I unlocked the drawer in my desk, glancing over the report I stored within.

It was about Victor.

(I wonder if I can complete it now.)

As I reached for the report I had stopped writing halfway through… A knock sounded at the door, and I quickly shut and locked the drawer again.

Victor: Kate, are you up?

Kate: Yes, I’ll be right there!

I put away the report I had been writing, then grabbed my bag and opened the door. My attention was once again captured by the sight of the smile he made as our eyes met.

Victor: Good morning, Kate.

Kate: Good morning, Victor.

We greeted each other. Such a simple thing was enough to fill me with happiness to the point I thought I might burst. But…

(After this, how many more times will we be able to say ‘good morning’ to each other like this?)

To try and disguise the sudden loneliness I felt, I put on my brightest voice as I continued speaking.

Kate: Where are we going today?

A gentleness filled his eyes as he answered.

Victor: Somewhere quite far from London.

…

We took a carriage to the train station.

Victor: Kate, over here.

He still hadn’t revealed our exact destination. We made our way to a train car and sat down facing each other.  A young girl’s voice called out to us from outside the car.

Flower Seller: Hello, would you like a flower?

Victor was faster than me to respond to the girl, who carried a full basket of flowers.

Victor: I was just thinking I’d like some flowers. Could I have all of them?

Flower Seller: All of them!?

Victor: I’ll pay for them, of course.

His gaze was warm as he watched the girl frantically do calculations in her head. I watched them with a smile, knowing that she was one of the citizens Victor wanted to protect. After the girl finished calculating how much all the flowers would cost, she gave Victor all the flowers as he paid, and gave her a tip on top.

Flower Seller: Huh…?

She looked confused, but Victor just smiled at her.

Victor: I wouldn’t be able to have such wonderful flowers if not for you. Spend it as you like.

The train’s whistle pierced through the air. It was time to depart.

Flower Seller: Thank you, mister, miss!

As the train began moving, we continued to wave goodbye to the girl until she disappeared from view.

Kate: They really are wonderful flowers.

I shut the window as the train began to pick up speed, my gaze falling on the large bouquet of flowers.

Victor: They’ll be needed when we reach our destination. Victor: I thought about visiting a florist to buy some, but children like them tend to gather near stations as well. Victor: Since we’re going to be taking the train anyway, I figured it would be better to buy some from them.

These flowers were not perfectly selected the way they would be at a professional florist. They were more like wildflowers which grew on the sides of roads, like the ones I was more familiar with. Their familiarity made them lovely, and I picked one to smell it. Its pleasant scent made me smile, which in turn made Victor look pleased.

Kate: I just remembered that there were similar flowers that grew near the post office. Kate: I’m sure the flowers from a florist are wonderful, but these are amazing too. Kate: Maybe even more amazing, knowing how hard that girl must have worked to gather all of them.

Dirt had gotten under the girl’s nails, and her fingers had been stained by the flower stems. It must have taken so long to gather this many flowers.

Victor: I wish that I could work even one second faster, to create a world where children won’t have to work. Victor: But the world can’t change in the blink of an eye. I must start with only what I can do, first.

His profile as he gazed out the window was full of sorrow. I put the flower back and whispered.

Kate: …But I believe that someday, Her Majesty will make that world real.

Victor turned to me with his eyes widened in surprise, and I grinned at him.

Kate: Queen Victoria’s guidance helped develop the economy and made the country richer, right? Kate: I’m sure that will lead to better lifestyles and education for children like that girl, and that will bring the future closer to becoming reality. Kate: There isn’t anyone else who thinks more about the citizens of the country, after all.

He let out a breath.

Victor: Ahaha, you’re exactly right. Victor: That is why she took the throne. Victor: To make everyone in the country happy, the country must be developed enough so that every single citizen can be supported.

The sorrow in his face vanished, replaced by an excited cheerfulness.

Victor: You truly believe in Her Majesty.

Kate: Yes. I think she’s a wonderful person.

We spoke like we were sharing a private joke, and Victor sounded even more amused as he continued.

Victor: Then I’d like to ask, what exactly do you like about Her Majesty?

Kate: Uh…

You’re really making me say it?

Asking like that is cheating. (+4/+2)

Things like this.

Kate: Asking like that is cheating…

Victor: Really? I think Her Majesty would enjoy knowing, though. Victor: Because it’s the words that come directly from your mouth.

He was smiling teasingly as he waited for my response. I took a deep breath and sat up straighter.

Kate: …Like I said before, I admire that she cares so much for the citizens of her country, more than anyone else. Kate: She works so hard so that everyone can live freely, and I think that’s incredible. Kate: But…

Victor: Hm?

Kate: I’m worried that she doesn’t seem to consider herself to be one of those citizens. Kate: Just like she wishes for the happiness of her people, Kate: There are those who wish for our ruler to live a life full of happiness and freedom, too.

Victor blinked in surprise.

(He’s probably not going to agree…)

I let my expression relax, just a bit, and continued to look into his rounded, jewel-like eyes. No matter how much I wished for it, I knew it wasn’t something he could accept. …But that wouldn’t change anything about how I felt.

(I’ll never stop wishing for Victor’s happiness. Not for a single moment.)

Kate: Please make sure you tell Her Majesty what I said. Kate: It’s the will of her beloved people, after all.

Instead of responding, he just smiled, and closed his eyes. The train continued to speed to its destination.

…

Kate: This is…

We got off the train in a village some hours away from London. Just a few minutes after leaving the train, the view that spread before my eyes was full of lush greenery, unlike anything I’d ever seen in London. As I watched the rolling hills that seemed to go on and on beyond the horizon were sprinkled with verdant trees, holding the bundle of flowers, Victor began walking and I followed.

Victor: This village is a popular summer holiday location for aristocrats.

Kate: I think I’ve heard about this place before. There’s a really famous lake here, right?

The nobility of London would flee the heat and bustle of summer London, gathering at places like this. When I was working as a postal worker, every summer there was a noble family that left for this village, but one of them would stay behind in London. I remembered that there were always letters and postcards to deliver to the noble who stayed behind.

Victor: My uncle has a second residence here.

Victor had a nostalgic look on his face as he continued speaking while walking.

Victor: When I was a child, I’d be allowed to stay in my uncle’s villa during the summers. Victor: It was the one time each year that I would be able to escape the palace.

As the warm sunlight illuminated the path before us, the clear blue sky above seemed to stretch into infinity. As we walked, I spotted a lake near the foot of the hill we were on. The surface of the lake sparkled in the light, reflecting the world like a giant mirror. There was not a single bit of impurity in the water. I was entranced.

Standing next to me, Victor pointed to the lake and reminisced.

Victor: I would go fishing on that pier. Victor: Go running along the opposite bank. Victor: Ah, and I used to roll around in that grass over there.

I smiled as I imagined Victor as a child.

(Those sound like wonderful memories…)

Kate: Sounds like you were an overactive kid.

Victor: I have always put in all my effort into the things I enjoy, Kate. Victor: None of this was allowed at the palace, so I let out my energy here. Victor: I could feel like I was the freest person in the world when I was here. Only here, nowhere else.

Victor began to walk again. I followed after him, listening attentively as he spoke about his past.

Victor: I was always the closest to my uncle out of all my other family members. Victor: I saw him more as a brother, albeit one much older than I was. And he had always been kind to me, ever since I was very young.

(His uncle… was the one he had taken the life of…)

He noticed the shadow that fell over my expression, but laughed ruefully.

Victor: As you’ve realized, my uncle was the first person I had deliberately killed. Victor: Until the succession crisis became an inescapable part of my reality, I had continued to keep regular contact with my uncle. Victor: But once my father died, we were forced to stay apart from each other.

I couldn’t spot any sadness in his expression as he spoke. But I knew the sorrow I sensed wasn’t just my imagination.

Victor: I had no prominent position in the royal family, and rarely left the palace, so very few people knew of my existence. Victor: My uncle was well-known, and popular. Honestly it probably wouldn’t have made much of a difference if I showed my face more back then.

Kate: Why?

I turned to fully face him as he held the flowers.

Victor: In my opinion, my uncle had always been the better candidate to become king.

He seemed like he was looking at something far in the distance.

Victor: He treated everyone equally and never stopped thinking about how he could help make the country better. Victor: Because I’d known him ever since my childhood, I’ve always known just how great a person he was.

Kate: But, your uncle is…

We stopped walking. I followed Victor’s gaze to a headstone. There was a row of unmarked gravestones.

Victor: He was an incredible person, but had just one weakness. Victor: And that was his weak will.

Victor knelt and began laying out the flowers on the graves, one after the other.

Victor: Knowing that, I asked him about his resolve that night.

The wind began to blow strongly. Victor’s long dark hair painted a waving line against the blue sky.

Victor: This is where my family rests eternally, their lives taken by my hand.

Kate: What?

Victor: …Or it would be, but there’s nothing buried here. Their actual bodies are interred in a cemetery in London. Victor: So I made these graves here on my own.

He replaced the flowers that had been blown aside by the wind.

Victor: So that I will remember the sin of killing them, for the rest of my life.

His eyes closed as if in prayer, and he let out a breath. Born into the royal family and wielding a curse, he caused the deaths of his entire family and now sat on the throne with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

(How much longer will he have to keep bearing it?)

If he hadn’t been born into the royal family, if he had never been cursed, maybe none of this would have happened.

(He’s probably thought the same thing.)

But because he was born into the royal family, and because he was cursed, he was here now.

(And I fell in love with the him who is here now.)

I closed my own eyes, lacing my fingers together in prayer. Even though the path I walked to get here was filled with so much pain and sorrow, I was glad, from the bottom of my heart, that I had met him.

(That too, won’t ever change.)

May the lives he took rest in peace. All I could do was pray.

Victor: Sorry to keep you waiting… Kate?

I heard the sound of his footsteps drawing near, but I continued praying. He stopped just next to me, and I didn’t know what expression was on his face at that moment.

Victor: …Thank you.

Those quiet words should have been swallowed up by the wind, but I heard them loud and clear.

Letter: I Want to Talk About Memories With You

Dear Kate,

When you told me about your childhood that one time, it reminded me of my own childhood memories.

What games did I use to play? What did I use to like? What did I find fun? What memories are unforgettable?

Almost all of my happiest memories are gathered here. I loved the time I could spend freely here more than anything else. I could forget all about the annoying obligations I had, even if for just a moment.

I never thought that it would be like this, but I am truly happy I can show this place to you.

What are you thinking as we walk around? I sneak glances at your profile to try and guess.

Your eyes shine so much more brilliantly than the scenery that surrounds us.

[unluckilyimnot]

S/o with (a lot of) tattoos

afab!reader and age-up characters ! I don't see them dating someone their age covered with tattoo lmao

Note: i think like, around 10 here bc I have over 20 tattoos but it's OK if you have a few, it works for everyone <3

m.list | rules

Sakura

He's scared you get dirty look on the street but he's relief when he notices you don't care at all

He finds it really cool but was shy to tell you at first or even ask question

If you got some on the chest/belly he's scared to look at it at first, he doesn't want to look like a pervert

You tell him he is just to mess around with him

He'll love tracing the pattern of your arms, even if his favorite is one on your belly

Doesn't get ask how he pulled you, it just make sense

He's flustered if someone looks at you for too long and starts talking to you bc of it, ‘cause yeah you look good but do they have to get so close?

He likes deep, black ones ! But his favorite is probably a small snoopy or something like that

Suo

Looks at you all the time, he doesn't even listen when you're around

He loves seeing you sleeveless

If you have an acubi/baddie style it's even better bc in summer it shows it all and he's here for that

You call him out from time to time but he always hits you with something like ‘you shouldn't look that good then’

Can't really stand it of someone starts at you though, even if it happens a lot

He gets protective/possessive real quick

It's a nightmare when he comes with you, you don't want to be tattooed by man just in case

You seem out of place with his very demure allure but it does match well in the end

You two stand out enough to balance each other and neither of you seem “bland”

Kiss the one in your chest and hands

If you have any type of flowers, it's his favorite I don't make the rules

Bonus point if there's color (like red one)

Nirei

He has a list in order of what you did when

Also has a top of them all

He doesn't have a preference, he goes with the flow and find you pretty doesn't matter what type of tattoos you have

Love small ones better, around your arms or maybe your back

You look more intimidating than he does now but it's nothing to mention really, he still protects you if needed <3

He talks about you all. the. time, he just thinks you're so cool

He answers for you when you get questions about your tattoos, you have to tell him kindly that you can handle yourself

But sometimes he remembers better than you

Kiryuu

HE LOVES IT

He wants to hear all about it, where did you go, did it hurt, which one was the most painful and why

Ask you to come with him for his first one

You know his top5 by now

He loves to come with you at your appointments

He'd be down for any colored one !! Had blue and pink and yellow he loves it

You're a stylish couple for sure

So he doesn't mind the intrusive stares, he's over it and take it as a compliment

If you have piercing as well, he would marry you

He'd love to see a colored/stylish Korean style on you

He'd looove matching tattoos, he'd think about it for so long

Kaji

Listens to you talking about it, he doesn't have much questions and I don't think he'll want some but he gladly hear about it

He loves the bigger ones, when you mention how many hours you've spent on it he's flabbergasted

You're so tough in his eyes just for that

Loves to touch your new tattoos during the healing time, feeling the pattern is the best sensory stim

He's curious and come with you once, it was the only time, it's too long for him and he doesn't like the sound

He's mad if you don't tell him you'll get a new one before hand and he discovers it at the same time as everyone

Hiragi

Tells you you don't have space anymore, only half joking

He's stressed when you get a new one and is cautious about taking care of it during the healing time as if you don't have 10+ already

He doesn't want to come inside with you, but he takes you there and he's there waiting for you by the end of the appointment

He hates when you touch it while it's healing and REFUSES to touch it even if you insist

But he finds it really cool, he loves your style and the harmony

If you have some on the back, he'll definitely let you know it's his favorite

He knows you can handle yourself, but that doesn't mean he's not stressed about it

Umemiya

He think you're so cool, he might have fall for you because of your style as well

Even if he gets beat up all the time, he think you're courageous for getting tattoos because it seems to hurt a lot

If you're the meaningful tattoos type, he wants to know everything behind it

If it start some deep conversation, he'd be down for it

It's yet another way to know a person he never thought of but he loves it

Trace your tattoos as well, he can still feel the line on your skin with some of them so he tend to focus there

If you come back with a lower back tattoo, don't expect him to get over it

[xoxomilesteller]

using handcuffs with beau.. | MDNI

cw: kinda a p2 to giving beau road head, but could be read as a stand alone, handcuffs, pet names, cursing, beau forgetting what the point of the sex was, unprotected p in v (no balloon no goon), cum eating lol

def has grammar mistakes!

(middle photo is from twt)

wc: 1k

it actually didn’t take much convincing to get beau to put you in his handcuffs.

all you did was ask the question, which got you stripped all the way down, laying facedown on the bed, your wrists joined together over your back by the cool metal.

to be fair, he was already kinda pissed at you for giving him road head, since it really could’ve gotten either of you arrested. and he knows his doll, the only way to teach her is like this, telling you things when he’s making you feel good.

he places a pillow under your lower belly to lift your hips up and give you some support, since you lost most of it with the two previous orgasms he gave you with his tongue and fingers.

he watches your puffy lips clench, groaning at the glistening sight, wanting to bury himself deep inside of you.

he hovers over you, pressing his leaking cock on your lower back, “what y’did back there was very dangerous doll,” he whispers in your ear

”you seemed to enjoy it,” you respond, “encouraged it actually.”

”you started it,” is all he can say, because you do have a point.

”you could’ve ended it”

he runs his sensitive tip over your folds, coating it in your wetness, “talk t’me like that again, i dare you doll”

you open your mouth, but as soon as you do, he slides inside of you, making you both gasp in pleasure. he throws his head back, face scrunching up. your mouth stays open against the cotton of your pillow as your velvet walls flutter around his size.

he takes a minute to gather his thoughts, “too damn dangerous doll”

and he knows your body well. he knows exactly how to angle you and himself to hit that gummy spot.

”but it was fun,” you whine and moan into the pillow

”it won’t happen again,” he wavers.

it’s been a while since anyone sucked his dick, many women would see the girth of it and just walk away, which he never minded. beau just went with it because either way, he loves giving.

but fuck you did one helluva job on it.

it’s all that’s replaying in his head as he gives you slow, deep, hard thrusts that make you moan his name.

slow and deep is exactly how you guys like it. slow so you both can feel each other. how wide he stretches you out.

how your walls stay snug around him, gripping onto him like he might never come back.

beau likes to whisper sweet things in your ears, while running his hands over every inch of your body, like he’s learning you for the first time. he runs his fingers up and down your triceps to your wrists, where his handcuffs are on you.

he doesn’t know why, but the thought of that makes him feel so possessive. it fuels something primal in him that he didn’t even know he had.

he leans back down, placing his forearms on either side of your head, dipping his own head down, “y’feel so fuckin’ good doll”

you kiss his arm, unable to form coherent thoughts with his thick intrusion inside of you.

all you know is that his skin is hot and slick with sweat, sliding with ease against yours, his dick feels fucking amazing, his balls are gently slapping your core, and he sounds so good too.

and he completely forgot about the lecture.

he is lost in his thoughts of you sucking his cock, again.

beau wants to feel your tongue swirl around his tip again. he wants to feel your throat constrict around him as you swallow his cum.

he imagines your sweet innocent eyes looking up into his as his cock stretches out your face.

he doesn’t want to think it because it’s disrespectful, but he’s too far gone.

having a woman on her knees is not gentlemanly.

he hates not being a gentleman.

which is why every single time he’s inside of you like this, he can’t bring himself to be mean or selfish.

he turns your head to face him and brings you in for a searing kiss. you moan into the kiss, “beau”

he knows.

”cum doll,” he mutters gently

you clamp down on him hard, head burying into his arm and he holds you, working you through your orgasm.

his hips start stuttering and his sounds become more breathy as his balls tighten.

beau rests more of his weight on you, gripping the pillows tight when his cock twitches, spurting his cum into you in thick loads.

he stays still, both of you trying to catch your breaths.

”fuck doll,” he chuckles and leans over to the nightstand to grab the handcuffs’ keys

you softly giggle, “get me outta these”

”i’m goin’,” he shakes his head

as he uncuffs you, he slides out, watching all the cum leak out onto his cock.

an idea pops into your head.

beau plops down next to you, holding you tight and whispering praises in your ear while massaging your wrists. he did his best to not cuff you too tight.

”i thought you were gonna lecture me,” you call him out, “that wasn’t a lecture”

he pauses, “there wasn’t too much to say besides it’s dangerous and won’t happen again”

you’re unsure if he referring to you sucking him off while he’s driving or in general, ”why not?”

”y’know why doll, it’s disrespectful”

you roll your eyes and kiss your way down his damp body, to his soft cock

”doll,” he warns, brows raised

you arch your back, giving him a nice view of your ass when you dart your tongue out to lick him clean.

his body jolts, still sensitive from his orgasm, “doll” he strains

his cock twitches in slight pain, but he throws his head back, moaning, ignoring the discomfort because you look so damn hot.

his voice gets stuck in his chest, “good fuckin’ girl”

you flicker your eyes onto his hooded ones, “you’re telling me you don’t want this to happen again?”

he looks at you through his lashes, “forget what i said doll,” he pants, “fuck,” it almost sounds like a whimper, which sparks electricity through your body.

as you finish cleaning him up, since he’s so sensitive, you decide to give him a small lick right at his pink tip.

he sits up rapidly, “okay doll,” he grabs your hair to pull you up, “that’s enough”

AN: HI hope you enjoy i know i sure did cause i love hearing men moan and whimper but something tells me beau wouldn’t whimper but like i had to make my dreams come true now so i had to get a teensy bit creative

Banner by: @cafekitsune

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

Roman sighed and slipped silently into the room, taking care that the door closed behind him. He waited another minute to see if Virgil moved, to make sure he was really asleep, then crossed the room and carefully started removing Virgil's shoes.

It wasn't likely that he would wake at this point, snoring as he was, but still Roman wanted to be careful. Careful not to wake him, careful to not irritate his ankle, careful to not hurt him. Again.

He thought about what Virgil had said, how he said it. Not snipping back, not telling him to can it. Just asking him to stop. He rolled the moment over in mind as he pulled the blankets up around Virgil’s shoulders, gently tucking him in.

He played the moment again. The way Virgil was so quick to cut him off, the sincerity in his request making it clear he wasn't playing, the...weariness. The weariness that made his voice heavy, that kept his words short and crisp where they had been drawn out with physical exhaustion before. He'd been so quiet in his request, like he was speaking to himself, like he meant to keep it inside or under his breath. The type of silent requests Roman used to make. That he still frequently made. "Please like this. I worked really hard on it", "Please notice how hard I tried", "please let it be enough". He'd sent out those silent requests so many times, sharing ideas with the others, when videos were uploaded. Hell, even when Thomas made a new fashion choice, Roman was there, biting his nails and quietly begging for acceptance. To, at the very least, not be mocked for it.

His chest hurt a little at that. An ache that spread like a ripple out from his heart. It was an ache he was all too familiar with. Virgil’s words played through his mind once more and he could hear it again, more clearly this time, the hurt in his voice. The hurt and the weariness and the knowledge that if it was going to go on much longer, he'd likely begin to cry.

He hated that he'd been the source of that tone for Virgil. He felt even more guilty realizing how often he must have been the source of that for Virgil prior to his acceptance.

He had made an effort, truly he had. But... old habits die hard, he supposed. Not all of it was bad, he didn't think. Some of it had indeed been playful and good-natured. Not all of it- he winced, recalling when he'd recently told Virgil he smelled like foot, he'd meant that, wounded as he was at Virgil's implication that he was stupid; Thomas at least had been there to step in, to defend Virgil against him- but most of it, most of it had been good-natured.

He shook his head, trying to brush off the ache in his chest that still rose up when he thought too long about the puppet situation. About Thomas snapping at him for his words against Virgil, but no one coming to his defense about- He shook his head again. That wasn't what this was about. If anything he deserved to be left to his own defenses. He'd been mean. There was no getting around that, no sugar coating it, no saying it in a nicer way.

He had been mean to Virgil.

It was just...reaping what he sowed that he should be mean back. Reaping what he'd sowed that no one would defend him.

No one likes a bully, after all.

He shook his head, hating himself for being hurt about a past situation about himself, for being selfish, in this moment of realization, this moment that was meant to be about Virgil. His own pain was deserved. If it hadn't been someone would have stepped in, like Patton had done when he'd rewritten the Twelve Days of Christmas for them. So- so that was his own fault.

He rubbed his chest, heavy with the guilt of inflicting on Virgil a pain he was so intimately familiar with. "I'm going to do better," he promised, his voice barely more than a whisper, as he stroked a hand through Virgil's hair. "I really am sorry, Virgil. I hope maybe one day, maybe when it hurts a little less, maybe you could forgive me."

He bent and gently kissed Virgil's temple. "Rest well, Virgil." Then he was gone.

“You’re so droopy,” commented Roman, amused. “You’re like a big, droopy–”

“Don’t, please don’t,” said Virgil, and something about the way he said it startled Roman. He sounded so… what was it? Defeated? Helpless? Roman didn’t know. He just knew that hearing that in Virgil’s voice sounded utterly wrong, and he hated it.

“Sorry,” he said. Virgil didn’t respond.

A thick silence filled the air as the pair walked, Roman’s arm around Virgil’s waist and Virgil’s arm around Roman’s shoulders. It stretched on and on and on. Finally, they reached Virgil’s room. He let go of Roman and walked on his own for the last few steps, despite being seconds away from collapsing. Then he stumbled onto his bed and faceplanted onto his pillow, and he was out like a light.

[ilona2nerrie]

Part two of Jonathan and the Wayne’s!

Dick rushed into the room, slamming open the door and startling a Jon who was about to try fix his fan. Hon knew there was no superpowers in the house so he had gotten a ladder and was holding rope attached to said ladder to steady himself. 

When dick burst in he promptly fell off the ladder hitting his head on the bed. Probably damaging the bed more than he did himself.

“Ah- you idiot, what is it dickhead?”

Dick, who still looked panicked, flung out his hand and held Jon’s shoulder.

“No jonathan! Don’t do it!”

Jon paused, mind blanking.

“Ok.” He said, tilting his head.

“Do what?”

“I got your text message!” Dick gasped out, trying to catch his breath.

“ ‘thanks for everything?!?!’ “

“Yes.” Jon said, not getting the point.

“I just felt like thanking you. For, well, everything.” He shrugged.

“Wait so you’re good?” Dick paused.

“Yes, why?”

“Well I might have misinterpreted your actions-“ dick started before Tim burst in.

“Take him down, semper fi!”

“Agh-“

Dick clasped his hands in his lap and looked to the sideways nervously.

“And told the family group chat .”

“Live Jonathan!” Tim yelled, doing some real shitty cpr onto the hybrids chest.

“Live! Jonathan, you are loved!”

“Why does ‘love’ feel like fucking kryptonite?” Jon said, voice warbling as he was thrust back and forth.

Dick grabbed his shoulders pulling Tim back.

“No, timcicle, it’s fine, he’s good.” Dick sighed, as Tim got off a heaving Jon who rolled to his side and onto his arms. Pushing himself up.

Tim, looked over at dick, offended. Then back to Jonathan.

“You mean I touched him for nothing? Give me five dollars.”

Jon paused, an annoyed expression flitting his face before he handed it over.

“Here.”

Tim grabbed it, despite being stinking rich clutching it like it was a comfort.

“Capitalism had softened the blow.”

Stephanie burst in next, holding some of Alfred’s cookies, looking genuinely worried. Shoving the other two men past she thrust the jar in Jonathan’s face.

“Here, comfort foods! Your ok!”

“Wha- so many baked goods?” Jon said, tilting his head.

Cassandra who was standing at the door yelled.

“It’s not working! Somebody ruin his dad’s day! The petty revenge will make him feel better!”

“No guys, it’s ok!” Dick yelled, looking around.

“No it’s not, dick!” Stephanie gasped, looking at Jon.

“lol at him! He looks terrible!”

“But this is not of my better days?” Jon whispers to himself.

Damian walked into the room, already talking before surveying the carnage.

“Jonathan, I have revived a disturbing text message so I am willing to let you-“ he said before stoping and seeing his siblings.

“We’ll come back to this later.” Damian said abruptly thinking of something else he could do instead of his planned thought.

Jonathan looked at Damian, trying o adjust his yellow beanie.

“I’m confused on what’s happening- ow! Why’d you slap me?” He asked, looking up at Damian.

Damian was gonna offer him a hug, but his siblings were here. So no affection must be showed.

“Because you tried to hurt me cr- friend.”

“What? But I’m your friend- I’m your friend?”

Jon said the last part looking at Damian with hopeful eyes. 

“It was a false alarm Damian.”

“Oh.” Damian turned back to Jon.

“Go fuck your self then, never mind.”

He said, about to walk out.

“Ignore that.” Dick said, shooting Damian a look. “We’re happy you’re ok Jonathan.”

“Thanks but,” Jon started, looking up.

“Am I really so fragile that you think even the slightest provocation will send me hurtling into taking my own life?”

“Considering the circumstances of how you came to live with us, yes.”

Jon paused, then frowned.

“Oh.” He said softly, then Damian yanked his beanie down.

“Hey!”

“That’s for making my friend sad!”

“This cycle is vicious!”

part one: Jon the weed dealer.

Part three: stinging Jason todd

[mangofanarts]

Foolish: "There's just something, Owen, I don't know. I appreciate your larking skills, but like I said with this whole we're playing poker right now. I feel like, I just somehow feel like right now, me and you are the ones playing poker. And while today, I thought I started this off with - playing it with Bad- maybe, maybe Bad was just simply the dealer."

Owen: "Hmm, you're good. Alright! I don't think you-I don't think you really understand the genius it took to get you here though, and the timing- I mean, one life?" Foolish: "Ohhh, where is this going?" Owen: "I had to work so hard to make sure Bad didn't kill you." Foolish: "Honestly, I could see that. He did- he has mentioned many times that he's wanted to take my life. So, you're-you're telling me you wanted a little bit more?" Owen: "More then he does, that's for certain. I actually have reason, he's just killing mindlessly." Foolish: "Ohhhh!! Wait a second, maybe, maybe- I thought I had-had it decently figured out, but maybe, there's a little bit more, go on." Owen: "I weighed the value of a King's core at compassion, and with you, I've been left wanting. You rule a kingdom of bullies and abusers, a bunch of punch-down trigger-happy mercenaries and you just like any other ruler I come across, not only permit but encourage this senseless killing of anyone and anything. Time, and time again, you've been tested and presented opportunity to rebuke- Sneeg killing me, Ros killing me, PrinceZam killing me, Ros killing Lukey, me killing Krow- all with one constant theme. A powerful entity killing a defenseless individual, but because it was done in your name and you wanted to protect your ego and power. You allowed, and at times rejoiced in it, I have reasonable cause-" [mutters about a message the realm keeper sent in chat]- "Oh okay." Foolish: "I was wondering about that time actually, thanks Keeper. Now go on." Owen: "Their-their inability to handle their emotions was a test, and your respond was a failure. I allow every King the exact same test, will they show compassion to their jester? And each one has failed. And so despite all their resources, and tenacity, they couldn't stop you from being slain by the one person that Sneeg so boldy states that he has control over, that he has read. They laughed at my misfortunate, and the only thing I'm upset about is that I'm not going to be there to see their faces when they see the chat." Foolish: "Ohhh, you're telling me this is already checkmate?" Owen: "It's been long past that. It's been long past that when Ros allowed me to get under her skin." Foolish: "Can I- can I say a couple of things before uh- it seems like something's getting started. Well, one thing or I guess two things. First of all, was it- was it over for me in the beginning when I invited you to join my kingdom? or was there still a chance?" Owen: "There was always a chance." Foolish: "Okay." Owen: "You always had a choice." Foolish: "Okay, it wasn't over from the start." Owen: "But every king is the same." Foolish: "But the second point- okay, this is kind of to your credit- almost paying my dues, to my respects- I thought this whole time, you were a run-of-a-mill chaos stirrer, okay. Really no aim, no goal, you just wanted to uh- make something happen. But, I guess to my surprise, it really wasn't chaos. But, almost more of an attack this whole time, a precise-a precise plan, and even-even with the little amount of chaos you stirred, there was always precision there. You never strayed from your task, you never strayed from your goal. You kept one thing in mind the whole time, and I think that's impressive." Owen: "You don't- I hope you don't think flatter is going to save your life." Foolish: "No, no, no. I'm not here to try to uh- butter you up and hope you spare me. I guess I just wanna say I took a gamble, and it seems like, I had you wrong." Owen: "I appreciate the kind words, Sire."

[bratzblondie]

⌗02 — 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 KATSUKI BAKUGO, GATE 3-A.

prologue : who am i? well, even i’m not so sure.

previous <- : series masterlist : -> next

CONTENT WARNINGS : slight smau. second person reader POV; third person for Bakugo POV. emotionally distant parental relationships. cultural references to Bali (may contain inaccuracies, please feel free to correct!). kamijirou ship mention (sorry in advance). past Bakugo relationship mention (brief).

BLONDIE’S NOTES : Ignore the time on the messages, I also messed up a tad on them. It’s not that noticeable, nor does it matter, but I’ll say so anyway. Anyhow, this is relatively a long “chapter,” I normally don’t write this much, how to some of ya’ll do it?

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : @nina-from-317 @harryzcherry @kye1aaazene @kalulakunundrum @cielito--lindo @happinessisabutterflie @sakuraszn @dahhliaa @bakugoubaby @jazoewazoe @loliesaregreat @blissin6s @vicdik @yk-raji @meowsannie @toriiee

The scenery outside blurs in sun-warmed streaks of gold and green, late-summer fields flashing by as the route bus hums steadily down the road.

You shift in your seat, the fabric beneath you rough and faded, patterned moquette scratched from years of passengers doing the same.

A light weight presses on your shoulder. The person next to you, a stranger, has dozed off and leaned into you sometime during the ride. You don’t have the heart to nudge them away.

Your gaze drifts back to the window. Mountains in the distance. A glimpse of Fuji’s crown on the horizon. Another new town. Another fresh start. Musutafu

A city nestled in Shizuoka Prefecture, known for its fragrant green tea fields, its botany research centers, and that towering guardian on the skyline, Mt. Fuji. A postcard kind of place. Beautiful, stable. Peaceful.

To anyone else, this would be exciting. A new place. A new culture. The adventure of a lifetime.

If you hadn’t moved around the world your entire life, that is.

But you have. So to you, this isn’t thrilling. It’s exhausting.

You lost count of how many homes you’ve had after the twelfth move. The suitcase at your feet is more of a home than any place you’ve lived.

Brazil. Greece. Thailand. Mexico. Iceland. Italy. Hawaii. Canada. India. Africa. China and most recently, Indonesia. You’ve seen temples rise into the clouds, deserts sprawl into the horizon, and jungles vibrate with the buzz of cicadas.

And yet, you’ve never really belonged anywhere. Never planted roots. Never stayed long enough to watch the seasons change twice in the same place.

Your parents are to thank for that, not that you hold it against them.

They work in international disaster relief. A government-funded emergency response team that specializes in areas devastated by villain attacks or natural disasters.

They’re the first to arrive after the storm, earthquake, or explosion… and the first to be relocated once the next one hits. Whether it’s France or Peru, they go where they’re needed most.

You’ve always admired that about them. Truly. Heroes in their own right. But admiration doesn’t make it easier to say goodbye every other month.

Or to walk into yet another unfamiliar school with yet another new name tag.

Navigating a relationship with your parents? Complicated. They're kind, brave, and endlessly driven but distant. Always distant. Not on purpose. Just... not always present.

Still, you're grateful. You know more than most kids your age, about the world, about people.

You've eaten street food in Bangkok at midnight and prayed in silence at shrines older than history.

You know how to say “hello” in 25 different languages. You can name all the major religions and point out tectonic fault lines on a map.

But knowledge doesn't soothe the ache of isolation.

You remember your first move like it was a scar.

You were in third grade. Eight, maybe nine. Masegaki Elementary. You were one of the popular kids. Bright. Liked by teachers. The fastest runner during recess races, except against him.

What was his name...?

Katsumi? No, Katsuki.

Yeah. Katsuki. That sounds right.

The two of you were inseparable back then. You remember afternoons spent at his house, flopped on beanbags, watching reruns of All Might’s old rescues that aired on local TV at 3:30 p.m. sharp. He was loud, rough around the edges, but there was something about him you liked. Maybe it was his fire. His confidence.

There was another boy, too. Quiet. Gentle. Always had a book in his hand and a nervous smile on his face.

Izu... something? Izuo? Izuku?

It’s fuzzy now, but you remember the way he listened when you talked. The softness in his voice.

You never got to say goodbye.

One afternoon you came home, and your life was in boxes. Your bedroom stripped to the skeleton of what it once was. The “For Sale” sign on the lawn felt like betrayal.

“We’re moving to Las Vegas,” your mother had said brightly, trying to spin it like a game. “It’ll be fun!”

“And we’ll be back before you know it,” she promised, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead.

But “soon” never came.

You tried to stay in touch. At first, it worked, texting, late-night calls despite the time zones. But replies grew slower. Messages stopped being returned. People moved on. And then, one day, your mom's phone was destroyed in a field operation. New number. New everything.

Just like that, the thread snapped.

After that, it was always the same. A new school, a new uniform, new faces. You made friends, because you had to. Became popular, because you knew how to adapt.

Liked by teachers, because you were polite and bright. The fastest on the playground, because you’d had a lot of practice running.

But the moves kept coming. So you stopped trying so hard.

Then came the fear. The anxiety. The tightness in your chest whenever you had to speak in front of people. The fear of walking into a classroom where everyone already had a history without you.

You became the “new girl.” Always the “new girl.”

Days, weeks, sometimes months behind everyone else.

And the worst part? Connection.

You're not sure you've had a real one since third grade. There’s never been time. You’ve become a cameo in everyone’s story, a blur in the background of yearbook photos.

Romance? Don’t even go there.

Seventeen years old and you’ve never even held hands with someone in that way. No stolen glances. No first kiss. Not even a crush that lasted more than a week. You haven’t “snapped” anyone. You don’t have anyone to snap.

Maybe you’re too awkward. Too distant. Or maybe people just don’t care enough to try when they know you’ll be gone by the semester’s end.

So what’s the point?

…Still.

This time, things are going to be different.

Not because of romance. You don’t have time for that.

This time, you’re here for one reason, and one reason only:

To get your hero provisional license, and finally graduate high school.

Simple, really. Maybe this year wouldn’t be so bad.

After all, you actually had a “friend” attending U.A. with you, or the closest thing to one you’ve had in years. You met her three weeks ago during a festival in Bali.

There were fireworks in the sky, lanterns strung across the trees, and laughter spilling over every street.

You were trying to find a food vendor, your stomach practically begging for something greasy to take back to your small apartment you and your parents share when someone collided with you full-force.

A pink-skinned girl with cotton candy curls and the wildest energy you'd ever seen went flying, her container of nasi campur launching like a confetti bomb across the pavement.

You remember gasping, instinctively apologizing even though you weren't completely at fault.

She looked heartbroken staring down at the food like she'd just lost her best friend. Without thinking, you bought her a new one. And that was all it took.

The two of you ended up talking for hours, sitting cross-legged on a cracked curb, food in your laps, music playing faintly in the distance.

You talked about where you'd been, where she wanted to go, the best hot springs in Indonesia, her dreams of being a hero, and the way you still weren’t sure what “home” was supposed to feel like.

Then it came up, you were leaving soon.

“Oh my god,” she’d squealed when you said Japan. “Wait, wait, wait, but where in Japan?!”

“Uh... Musutafu?”

You swore she’d vibrated on a different frequency after that.

And when you mentioned you'd be attending U.A., you thought she might’ve actually combusted into glitter.

Back in the present, the soft buzz in your jeans pocket pulls you from the memory.

You shift slightly, trying not to wake the person still snoring lightly on your shoulder.

You fish your phone out, the screen lighting up with one unread message.

one new message from minaaa <3! 📧

A party.

On orientation night, no less.

You blink at the text, already imagining the dim lights, loud music, too many strangers packed into one dorm like sardines in a can. Not your scene. At all.

Too loud. Too hot. Too everything.

Your fingers hover over your phone, ready to type out a polite decline... but then you pause.

Mina’s been nothing but kind to you. She's been your guide to U.A. before you even arrived, sending you voice memos and outfit recs, telling you which teachers were strict and which ones secretly loved sweets.

She didn’t have to do any of that. But she did.

And if you said no now, you might regret it.

So you answer.

one new message from bali bestie ✨️✨️! 📧

“Score! She said she’d come!” Mina all but screeches, practically bouncing on her toes as she flails her phone in the air like she’s won the lottery.

Sero, walking past with a box of dorm supplies, raises a brow. “Wow, you’re really hyped about this girl coming, huh?”

“Well, duh,” Mina grins, placing the phone gently on the counter like it’s sacred. “Y/N is soooo cool! You guys are gonna love her. She's a bit awkward and kinda standoffish, but once you get to know her? Total gem.”

Kaminari calls out from the kitchen, mouth full of chips, “Don’t we already have enough standoffish people? Todoroki, Bakugo, Kyo…”

“Shut up, Kaminari!” Jirou snaps, barely glancing up from her spot curled on the common room couch. She flips him off without missing a beat.

Kaminari gasps dramatically, clutching his chest. “You wound me, baby.” He stumbles out of the kitchen like a soap opera star and collapses into her lap.

“Get a room!” Sero shouts, tossing a throw pillow at Kaminari’s head.

“Stay jealous, you’re still single,” Kaminari fires back, making a raspberry sound as he dodges the pillow with a smug grin.

“Who’s jealous of who now?” Kirishima asks as he and Bakugo step into the dorm with another load of boxes.

“Oh, forget that,” Mina says, hands on her hips. “The only thing that matters is my twin’s arriving soon!”

“I thought I was your twin?” Jirou questions, raising a pierced brow.

“You are, Kyo baby,” Mina sings. “Y/N’s just my shy twin.”

Bakugo grunts, dropping a box full of potted succulents on the floor. “You’re still goin’ on about that girl?”

“Well, yeah,” Mina retorts, arms crossed. “She’s amazing!”

“Please. If she’s anything like you, I don’t need another loud extra in my life,” Bakugo mutters, scowling.

“She’s not like me! I mean, okay, kinda, but like, in a chill way. You’d like her, actually. She’s pretty attractive, y’know…”

“Mina...” Kirishima warns, shooting her a look that says stop before you die.

“Don’t even, Pinkie,” Bakugo growls.

Mina huffs, puffing her cheeks out. “Come on, Katsuki, it’s been months since Asam—”

Kirishima quickly claps a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. “Nope. Noooope.”

Bakugo stiffens at the name. His eyes darken for a second, jaw clenched like a trap ready to snap. He hasn’t so much, as said her name since—

Whatever. It doesn’t matter now.

“What’d you say that girl’s name was again?” he asks, voice surprisingly calm.

Mina blinks. “Who?”

“That girl you keep screeching about.”

“Y/N. Why?” Mina asks, her smile twitching into curiosity. “Do you know her?”

“Tch. Hell no,” he says with a sharp scoff. “Name just sounded familiar.”

“Uh-huh.” Mina smirks. “Or maybe you’re intere—”

“Shut up,” Bakugo growls, already turning toward the elevators. “I’m going to my dorm. Later, extras.”

And just like that, he’s gone, the air still charged in his wake.

one new message from minaaa <3! 📧

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[stargirllo]

First oc eurhgeurgheurgh

Warnings? Mentions of violence, prostitution, drugs, uhh yandere behaviors?

implied fem reader but you may ignore it as it is only mentioned once

You were a prostitute, street walker, whore, lady of the night, tramp, the names were endless and you weren't proud of your job..nobody who took part was except the perverted men and women that used your services.

You couldn't bare it, so the first offer you got to get off the streets you took. The man was a mob boss, John anders, rich 23 year old who took over his old mans position and his perversion. Jeering you into his bed before asking you to go to his rivals party, use your beauty to get information from the leader.

What a solid man "hey girl from the streets, go try and seduce some scary powerful man into giving you information" you'd consider yourself lucky if you weren't shot on site for being an outsider.

You slowly walked into the large mansion, handing the guards a invitation one of johns rats stole from some other guest. You slowly walked through the crowd, being jostled slightly..just how many people could be here?

A few men have lingering stares before looking away. Back to their lady friends or watered down half drunken drinks. You looked around for the boss, Ceder Everett, A man so powerful he practically ran the city, hell a few more near the one you lived in.

Drugs, weapons, bars, casinos, real estate, other things you don't want to know. You paused as you finally spotted him, slicked back black hair and sharp grey eyes, red blouse and black dress pants with a black blazer on his shoulders.

He had a few wrinkles, and a smirk that looked like the tip of a well sharpened knife. A upturned and pointed nose, watch on his wrist and rings on his fingers..maybe diamond stud earrings from the gleam you could see on his ears.

You slowly walked over, tight black dress and pearl necklace feeling shabby now. He looked over at you and his smile changed, more forced as you put on a sugary gaudy smile and stepped within earshot of him. "I'm..Y/n" you said..should you have used a fake name? If you got out alive he could easily track you now.

He nodded "Well..I am Ceder, its nice to meet you..Y/n" you nodded and slowly grabbed his arm gently and gave him a look that used to get you paid extra "You're shaking" he said and your face almost dropped "I..just nerves from the crowd..I came with a friend who was invited" you explained hoping it sufficed.

He nodded "I hope you mean a parent..you look a little young to be friends with someone I'd be acquainted with even then why would your parents bring such a young one, hm?" he said and flushed "I look younger..flattery" you said and smiled as he smirked.

"Really? what a advantage sweetheart" he said and you nodded..was this good? "Lots of people..new deal our group had so a celebratory party, always in order" he explained and you nodded looking at the crowd which seemed to be staying away from him.

"I'd like to get to know you more pumpkin" he said "want to talk a walk? I'd offer a drink but..it wouldn't feel right with me to see someone look so young and drink" he said with a chuckle and you nodded with a nervous laugh and followed him off too a balcony.

"So..Y/n..came with a friend.." he said and you nodded. "..Who really sent you, and how did you manage to get in" he said with his back to you as he looked out. Your heart stopped, you swear as you sucked in a sharp breath "I..I don't understand..I..didn't lie" you said as he let out a small huffed chuckle.

"I have all guests..and friends brought by them listed, and the name on the invitation..acording to security doesn't match Y/n" he explained looking at you, his smirk still there.

"I..Please don't kill me! I anders! they sent me! I'm just a prostitue! I swear! I..I just needed to do this so they'd let me stay..I'm sorry!" you shrieked out before starting to hyperventilate as his smirk twisted into a frown.

"Oh baby..I don't hurt little kids..its okay, those men are cruel idiots" he said and reaching out as you flinched away before pausing. "..What?" you said as he picked you up, a shock, you, an adult, being picked up. "I'll just have to take care of you..hm? I've always wanted a kid..finally have a chance now" he said as he carried you through the mansion using back hallways.

Out to the entrance and into a car, a nice black SUV. He buckled you into the back before buckling himself and the driver starting up the car, "I'll be the best dad, kiddo, I promise" he said and kissed your forehead..atleast its not a bullet in your head.