#once again please tell me if it’s dookie !!!

[hubookunaluwawa]

happy belated valentines and happy lent !! to celebrate, here’s some poorly-written smut that’s been in my drafts for about 6 months :D

*this is meant to be the prequel for this post*

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this isn’t the first time you’ve ever fucked someone. you’ve gotten your fair share of action over the years with a wide variety of people (usually when you’re intoxicated, as you’ve found that you can’t seem to enjoy sexual intimacy without the crutch of liquid or smokey courage). and as time went on, you grew less and less enthusiastic about your sexual encounters, eventually deciding to settle with your fingers and vibrator whenever you needed to get one off. and to that decision you remained loyal… until tonight. good thing, too, because you know for a fact that sex has never felt this good.

you can’t even remember how you both got into this situation. the last thing you remembered was sharing a blunt with a mutual friend from the party that your friends dragged you to, and now, your mouth is filled with his cock as you grind your clit on the bed beneath you. he groans above you in pleasure, and you feel your fluids start to soak the bed as his cum fills your mouth. you don’t think you can go on much longer without having his dick stuffed into your pussy, so you clamber up to his chest and start trying to grind against him.

“behave,” he mumbles huskily against your ear, grabbing your hips. he groans out in pleasure as he rubs his tip against your entrance. your pussy gets wet with slick, and you frantically grab his penis with your bright acrylics. “you wanna ride me, baby?” he asks with a teasing tone. “mhmmm,” you sigh out as you sink down onto his cock, and you begin to grind back and forth on him.

the sloppy noises of your pussy slapping against his balls begin to bounce off the walls of his room, and the overwhelming pleasure you feel from being stretched out on his thick cock is enough to drive you into a state of delirium. you think you can hear him teasing you about being eager, but your brain is complete mush at this point, so all you can respond with is prayer-like chants of “please– nghhh! can’t stop!” and “aa-ahhh need more.” and you know that there’s no more of himself that he can give to you, but you’re so preoccupied with chasing your orgasm that you can’t even find it in yourself to care. maybe it’s the weed talking, or maybe you’re just drunk off his cock, but you don’t even know where you end and he begins. all you know is that you never want it to end.

and then, he starts to lose control too, grunts turning into moans as he frantically starts fucking up into you. you both moan and grind until you’re squirting all over his dick. his penis slips out of you from the pressure of the fluids flowing out of you, but you quickly grab it and grind your overstimulated cunt on top of it until he cums onto his own chest. you bend down and lick the cum off of his body like it’ll disappear if you don’t. “tastes so gooood,” you moan as you lick up his seed.

this shifts something in him, you think, because his eyes are suddenly covered with more lust—which you didn’t even think could be possible with how he’d already been looking at you—as he roughly flips you on your back, sinks between your thighs, and starts eating you out. “what’re you doing to me?” he moans with your legs on his shoulders and his voice muffled by your swollen pussy, and you’re grinding down into his mouth as he slurps you up like a starved man. the noises coming from him between your thighs have you gripping his hair and moaning louder than you ever have before.

he inserts a couple of fingers between your folds while continuing to eat you out, and the moans that he releases from the sight of your arousal bring you closer to the edge. “fuckkk, i’ve never tasted pussy this fucking good before,” he desperately declares with swollen lips, and it’s enough to have you squirting on his wide fingers. “you’ve been holding out on me this whole time, huh? with this gorgeous pussy that’s squirting so much for me?” you try to respond, but all you can reply with is a jumble of overstimulated moans as he finger-fucks you through your orgasm and your juices splash all over his sheets once more.

you both collapse on the bed, and you let out breathless laugh-moans at the tremors that shake your body due to your climax. and for a minute, you both just lay there relishing in each others company and feeling on top of the world. but then, post-nut clarity hits you like a bitch. you jolt up from the bed with a “fuck!” before immediately getting dizzy from the sheer amount of back-to-back orgasms he gave you. he turns to you, seemingly confused and concerned by your current state.

“you good?” he asks with an eyebrow raised, head resting on his elbow as he sits up from the pillow.

“you,” you start as you try to catch your breath, “you didn’t use a condom.”

his face goes blank, and then he also jolts up from the bed with a “fuck!”

you call out a panicked “exactly!” over your shoulder as you rush to the bathroom, because you’ll be damned if a little cbd-influenced escapade ends up giving you a uti.

“ok,” he says as he starts to grab his clothes, “ok, there’s a store across the street that’s still open, so i’m gonna head over there and see if they have any plan B.” or worse.

“wait, i’m coming with you after i finish up.”

“mhm,” he shakily responds as he begins to pace around the room.

ten minutes later, the both of you are at the front of the checkout line, and you can actually feel your eye twitch when the high schooler running the register snickers at the sight of your emergency contraceptives. “that’ll be $49.99,” she says. but before you can whip out your wallet, he hands her his card. you look at him in shock, and when he glances back at you in confusion, you quickly avert your gaze.

“what’s wrong?” he asks when you both leave the store.

“nothing!” you pause and turn to him. “just wasn’t expecting you to pay, so… thanks.”

“oh, please do not thank me for that shit. that’s the bare minimum, especially after what i put you through tonight.” he’s not looking at you anymore. instead, he sits down on the sidewalk and looks straight up at the stars (friendly reminder that this man is high !!!).

“i mean, in your defense, we both got really… carried away,” you say while sitting down beside him, and you both start giggling (friendly reminder that the both of them are high !!!).

your laughter dies down, and you’re both just staring at the sky in silence. and the weird thing about it is how comfortable it is. like, the both of you barely ever spoke outside the context of your friends, and yet, you can both just sit there and enjoy each other’s presence without having to say anything. but when he does say something, you’re not mad at it at all.

“you hungry?”

“i could eat.”

[sheyfu]

"𝐦𝐢 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐚, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞"

》 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝖾 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (all characters featured are aged up!!)

》 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗒, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍?

》 𝖼𝗐: 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀; 𝗌𝖺𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 (𝖾𝗋𝗆); 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝖽-𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎; 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗆; 𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗎; 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌; 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌; 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂-𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀; 𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗒𝖺 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺; 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂’𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 :(; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽; 𝗌𝖺𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗈𝖼 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗍𝗏; 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽; 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 (𝗌𝖺𝖽) 😓😓

》 𝗐𝖼: 1064 (longest piece of dookie i've written)

you were currently with itoshi sae attending, in his words, “a stupid clout chasing event for influencers to leech on footballers”, listening to shidou ryusei ramble about how he and otoya eita randomly bumped into beyoncé in the shibuya train station, when you suddenly felt the need to go to the lavatory. just when he was getting to the good part. silently excusing yourself, you let go of sae’s hand as you made a beeline towards the venue’s bathroom. 

meanwhile outside, while shidou was telling the group about how beyoncé called him a sweetheart after getting his shirt signed, a young woman approaches the football stars’ table and sits down beside sae, interrupting whatever the loudmouth was going to say next. the whole group looks at her with question marks above their heads as she makes herself comfortable beside the prodigy. 

excuse me but, who are you? isagi yoichi was the first to speak up, eyeing the woman with a raised eyebrow. “oh! my bad! forgot to introduce myself, whoopsies!” she said with a laugh so annoying, sae almost physically winced. “i’m kento mirai! but you can call me mai for short!! i’m currently modeling for abibas!! oh also! i’ve worked with sae before, you could say we have a lot of chemistry together, right sae darling?” her high-pitched voice rings in sae’s ears as he tries not to roll his eyes at the woman. 

it’s not a lie though. but it’s not exactly true. yes, they’ve worked together for the brand but the chemistry she was talking about was simply a tale—they had no chemistry at all. everyday at the scene, she was always either beside sae or looking for sae, and even forcing herself into his personal space. it had gotten so bad to the point that sae was very tempted to call the project manager and drop it. but of course, his manager talked his ear off saying if he did decide to call mister PM, he’d reduce the player’s consumption of his beloved ichibo steak to only once a month—what a jerk. 

anyways. 

his trance is cut off by the thing beside him, talking her ear off. my head hurts. sae grimaces as he looks around the venue to look for you, spotting you by the bar ordering some drinks from him and you. perfect. just at the right time, mi amor. 

he stands up but just as he was about to go to you, a harsh grip on his wrist is enough to tear his eyes away from you. he looks down to his captor’s hand with a raised eyebrow. “what do you want, woman?” he jerks his arm away from her yet she doesn’t let go. he looks again at your direction and he sees that you’re gone. he panics. yet for some reason, he can’t get away from this woman’s grip. “saeeee.” she whines. “don’t leave yet! I’m not yet done talking to you!”

now. sae isn’t a fan of hurting women—he’s a fan of women! they’re really amazing, yeah. but at this moment, he suddenly wants to abandon all his feminism and push her off a cliff. tch. 

“hey man, d’ya think we should ya know, ask her to leave?” sae hears chigiri hyoma’s worried voice whisper to oliver aiku. please do. sae inwardly pleads to the gods above as he side eyes the pair. “nah, ‘s getting ‘ntresting.” aiku slurs, clearly under the influence. damn fuckin' traitor. sae feels a harsh tug on his arm, almost dragging him down to the couch. what a strong woman. she whines again. fine. if you want to do it the hard way, then i’ll give you hell. sae thinks.

“let me go, please.” he cringes at his use of words. “i have a wife to look for and if you don’t let go of me now i’ll have to call the security.” he says, hoping for her to get the hint. 

she does.

but just not in the way sae hoped.

“your wife? oh! that y/n l/n? oh please! i don’t even know what you see in her! i mean, she’s nothing but a lowlife! clearly using you for money! i’d be so much better for you, my sae.” erm. okay. what the hell. sae’s hella conflicted now. he doesn’t know if he wants to take the risk and run away from her or beat the living shit out of her. 

he feels her body hug him from the back and before sae knew it, he pushed her away and let out everything he wanted to say to her.

“listen here, woman. my wife is the kindest and purest soul there is on earth. she brings heaven to me and lights up whatever emo shit is inside me. everything she says and everything does makes me all giddy and shit. and unlike you, her and i actually have chemistry. so i suggest you get the fuck out of my sight before i call security to feed you to the tigers or something. also, she's the only one who can make me giggle and kick my feet up in the air. fuck you.”

okay, maybe that was too much. but at least he defended your honor. common sae w. he thinks as he turns around to search for you, only to find you in front of him with the dopey smile he’s loved for eternity. he hears the cheers and snickers of the table, and even someone saying “oooh he popped off” (probably bachira meguru), yet the only thing he really cares about is you. 

“so, my dear husband.” you say with a smirk on your face. “i light up the emo shit inside you”, huh? how romantic.” sae flushes and grabs his drink from your hand, chugging it and putting the glass on the table. 

shut up. it's cuz you took too long in the washroom. did 'ya take a shit or somethin'? he says as he drags you to the exit of the venue. you hurriedly chug your drink and say your goodbyes to the rambunctious group of boys. 

and as you enter the car, sae’s next words surprise you,

“i won’t lie though, i kinda ate that shit up a while ago. maybe we should attend more of these events. what d’ya say, mi vida?” 

what a goofball of a husband you have. 

HELLOOOO i hope this was enjoyable for everyone ahu ahu 😓😓 unfortunately this is NOT a banger and my experiment of adding my goof into a piece failed erm 😓😓 still, thank you for reading!! hopefully, i'll post more bangers once i get out of my silly sad mood ahu ahu 😓😓 as always, reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated!!

[bennie-jerry]

My Beef with Wanda Maximoff - An MCU Rant

Sorry not sorry, I will ride the Wanda-ain't-shiitake train till the wheels are worn out. I do not care what her fangirls say. And if you're legitimately going to be so overly offended just from me disliking a FICTIONAL character, I highly suggest you click off, make some tea, and watch a Ghibli movie.

How many times does it need to be said? Just because someone suffers from some form of (small or big) trauma, IT DOESN’T GIVE THEM A PASS TO DO EVIL SH—

I really REALLY sincerely hope there's lore or bits I'm missing here (and if so, PLEASE tell me because I WANT to be wrong so BAD). But from what I know and remember, I feel as though I have every right to be disgusted with who Wanda is as a person.

It frustrates me so much how this carmine-colored narcissist will whine about people being scared of her, but she does stuff only a scary person WOULD do.

Purposefully setting the Hulk off so you could use him as a wrecking ball on innocent civilians in Johannesburg during Age of Ultron? Seems scary as heck.

Literally warping the universe itself to hunt and kill a teenager who did nothing to you during Multiverse of Madness? Seems scary as heck.

Brainwashing an ENTIRE town JUST so you can live in delusion about your man not being dead during Wandavision? Seems DOUBLE scary as heck.

Don't even try to defend what she did in Age of Ultron. Even if she supposedly didn't INTEND to have civilians killed, she sure as HECK didn't seem all too sorry that it happened. She wasn't ‘regretful’ that she did it. She was only ‘regretful' when Bruce confronted her on it. She has the nerve (the utter AUDACITY) to hate Tony Stark for the same CRAP that she does (if not worse, which let's be honest—it’s worse).

At least Tony Stark DIED out of an effort to save everyone, whereas Wanda usually tends to only help others when it benefits HER.

Wanda is nothing more than a Multiversal brat with a god-complex and no one can tell me otherwise. If something does not go 100% her way, she completely acts out and throws a reality-warping tantrum.

“Oh, but she tried to fix everything in Wandavision!”

Yeah, only after finding out she was BRAINWASHING people!

How the FREAK do you reality warp an ENTIRE town (especially at the large radius she used her magic) and expect NO one to be under mind control? Would you NOT try to fly around the premises to see if ANYONE else was there?

Once again, even if this was an example where she didn't INTEND for it to happen, then that proves another great flaw that she has.

Wanda hardly (if ever) thinks through her actions. And then when her actions bite her in the butt, she has the nerve to be surprised. Wanda almost never (and I'm being generous here) considers how her actions harm or affect others until it turns around and affects HER.

She did not deserve Vision, he was too good of a man for her, sorry not sorry.

Just the stuff she did BEFORE Multiverse of Madness ALONE is enough to not like her.

Let's not even get into the fact she never ACTUALLY apologized to Bruce Banner for everything she put him through. All she said at most when he confronted her is, “I know you're angry…”

Oh wow, REALLY? I couldn't POSSIBLY understand why Banner would EVER be angry at you for essentially brain-raping him (going into his mind and memories without his CONSENT) and using his worst fears against him to trigger Hulk so you could use him like a personal killing machine, further lessening the very few support systems he already HAD. She should feel grateful Banner didn't immediately throw her through a wall upon seeing her.

“But she became an avenger and helped them in Endgame!”

I could not give less of a DOOKIE about the fact she did that. Wanda fighting Thanos was literally the ONLY option she possibly had if she didn't wanna turn into dust along with the other half of the population. Sure, she also did it because she was forced to kill her boo BECAUSE of Thanos, but let's be honest—she would've had to fight him regardless. Her handing Thanos’ butt to him (while a very cool scene) doesn't prove JACK about her character.

The fact she ever BECAME an avenger after effectively traumatizing the MAJORITY of them is mind-boggling to me.

“Oh, I'm sorry I weaponized all of your traumas against you for my own personal gain because I wanted to work with a genocidal robot, can I join you guys?”

“Sure, Wanda! Come into the team and we'll pretend like you didn't do a darn thing!”

(The fact this isn't even ALL that she's done is absurd, I can still keep going—)

Don't even get me STARTED on Multiverse of Madness. And before anyone tries to say, “She did it so she could have a reality with her children!”

BRO, HER KIDS WEREN'T EVEN FREAKING REAL—

Wanda Freaking Maximoff wanted to murder a TEENAGER all for some children that were not even ACTUAL people. And when she did have them, didn't she make them FIGHT against the military in Wandavision or am I mistaken (which I VERY MUCH hope I am because what the he---)?

I do not care whatsoever what her reason is or what trauma she went through. Attempted murder of a minor (ESPECIALLY in this case, a minor who didn't even do anything) is inexcusable to me.

There is no way in frog fingers you guys are ACTUALLY trying to justify and/or downplay a grown ADULT trying to murder a CHILD (because that's what America was—a CHILD).

(Her and Miguel O'Hara would get along GREAT, when's the collab--)

And by then, she had ALREADY brutally murdered a whole bunch of people and probably corrupted the multiverse even FURTHER than she already had.

It wasn't until an ALTERNATE version of her (who ACTUALLY had her kids) told her to sit the [BLEEP] down (I'm paraphrasing here, but you get my drift).

Wanda is NOT a victim. Is she a good villain? Yes. But this witch isn't a victim. Not anymore at least. She doesn't apologize for her actions. She doesn't take responsibility. She doesn't reflect on what she does.

And even when she DOES finally do ANY of those things in ANY capacity, the damage is already done. In fact, it's not JUST done, it's also BURNT inside the oven causing smoke to go everywhere.

There is no rhyme or reason you could pull out that will convince me to be anything short of angry with this character and I'm so tired of her fans trying to defend her just because she was a lab rat and lost her man.

Once again, it's not bad to like a character that does awful stuff. But please, for sanity sake, STOP acting like they're a lost little angel BECAUSE you like them. I know they say "hurt people hurt people" but that still doesn't justify doing bad stuff just because bad things happened to YOU.

[yeokii]

# arguments w enha hyung line !! — part two (maknae line ver)

₊﹒ wc! 0.9k

₊﹒warnings! fighting, angst

₊﹒note! ty to my dookie @redm4ri for helping me with the members (im crying) luv ya my dooks

# lee heeseung

"It's not what you think," Heeseung pleaded, irritation visible on his face.

In his head, he thought he was right. But, boy, was he off. Both you and he went to a gathering, but he had ignored you the entire day and spent time with his best friend. You trusted Heeseung with your entire heart, and seeing him do this broke your heart into little pieces.

"She came back from the states two days ago, yn," He tried to reason, "I haven't seen her in four years, for fuck's sake."

"That is no excuse for you to ignore me, Hee," you sternly said.

"God, yn! Why can't you get it in your fucking brain? She and I are fucking friends!" He scoffed, frustrated as he brushed his hair back with his hands.

"Do you think I'm stupid? She looked like she wanted to kiss you! Are you kidding me?" It was your turn to scoff.

The tension thickened as hateful words spewed from each side.

"God, yn, why are you overreacting?" He asked, annoyed. "Stop being a fucking child; she's like a sister to me."

"Do you realize she spent more time with me? Of course, I'd miss her."

"Alright, if you miss her that much, feel free to go to her. I don't give two fucks anymore." And with that, you took your jacket once again and left the apartment.

₊﹒other members under the cut !!

# park jongseong

11:34.

The clock read.

He wasn't home yet.

Your worry grew more with every minute passing. The fact that Jay wouldn't pick up the thousands of your calls. You were a nervous wreck. You couldn't sleep at all. He was never late.

The door opened, finally.

In came a tired jay, his eyes worn out and his hair all ruffled up, his tie loose.

He took one look at you and his eyes automatically rolled.

"What the fuck Jay?" You spoke.

"God, please." He said. "Not now, yn. Im too fucking tired to hear your lectures."

"Jay?" You were astonished by his behaviour. He never spoke like this which took you off guard.

"Why are you speaking like that to me?" You asked, your heart heavy. "I was so worried about you, I called you a hundred times."

"God, I just don't wanna deal with this right now. I had a long day at work. " He massaged his temples as he started to head for the bedroom.

"You could've told me you were coming late."

"Stop being a fucking baby and stop being clingy. I'm a grown ass man. Your not my fucking mother."

You had nothing left to say. You gave him a stern look as your worried expression vanished. You headed to the bedroom and slammed the door not wanting to hear anymore out of your so called boyfriend's mouth.

# sim jaeyun

"Baby, can you please tell me what's wrong?" Your boyfriend pleaded due to the silent treatment you were giving.

You ignored him as usual, continuing to do the dishes.

"I would know whats wrong if you would tell me about it." His eyes holding a desperate plea.

You looked at him with disbelief written all over your face.

"How could you forget Jake?" You asked him, your voice sounding like a slight whisper.

"What?" He uttered with confusion.

"I waited for you all day last night. How could you forget?" You held back tears that threatened to spill out of your eyes.

"Forget what baby?" His eyes searched for some sort of answer from your face.

"Our anniversary Jake."

His eyes widened, as a wave of shock washed over him.

"I'm so sorry baby, It must've slipped out of my mind I-"

"It was raining Jake. I couldn't go outside because it was raining. I had to sit there at our date waiting for you to come. I had to go back home in the rain, Jake." You let out a sob. The familiar emotion of humility emerging over you.

"Yn, I'll make it up to you. It's not a big deal."

"It is, you asshole." You looked at him, tears leaving your eyes nonstop and you left the kitchen.

# park sunghoon

"Hoon please stop." You let out a mutter to your boyfriend, slightly tugging onto his hoodie.

You both were out with your friends and you and Sunghoon were having a good time until him and your friends started joking a little too much about you that made you uncomfortable.

"What? We're just having fun." He shrugged it off, laughing.

"No Hoon. I don't feel comfortable." A rush of insecurity roamed through you.

You tugged onto Sunghoon more which showed a bit of irritation on his face.

"God yn, learn how to take a joke." He said, a frown showing on his face.

"Please, I don't like when you talk about me like that infront of my friends."

"It's just a joke, babe."

"It's not Hoon." You sternly said.

"God! Stop being a fucking baby!" He yelled at you infront of your friends.

"Oh my god! Did yn's boyfriend just yell at her? Yikes.." One of your friends told the girl next to her.

You looked around and then back at Sunghoon. Shame washed all over you. You felt so humiliated, tears started to fall out of your eyes. Everyone's eyes were on you. You felt so isolated and outnumbered.

"I'm leaving." You told Sunghoon and with that you left.

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[dontsh0vethesun]

misunderstandings

part five of home for christmas

natasha romanoff x reader

The hallmark movie inspired Christmas story that nobody asked for.

Natasha Romanoff fell out of love with Christmas, but perhaps a certain someone could help her find the festive magic once again.

Coming home to her small hometown from her life in New York City, the children’s author is reunited with the people of her past; some are happier to see her than others.

But, will rekindled relationships inspire the Christmas story she’s struggling to write? Or will she go home empty handed?

these gays are dumb, glimpses of the past, idiots in love, they’re actually just so stupid, christmas, probably too much dialogue

a/n- ik it’s not christmas anymore but there’s only one more part!! also my christmas was dookie so i’m letting myself take ages on this <3

part one | part two | part three | part four | part six

wc: 3.6k

“I heard there’s an update on the Natasha situation,” Sam smiled, his grin was mischievous and you almost wish you weren’t so attuned to his compulsion to stick his nose into business that’s not his.

“Where’d you hear that?” you answered, directing a pointed look in Wanda’s direction whilst she worked on a coffee order.

“Don’t look at me,” she defended, raising her hands in surrender.

“I’m an intuitive guy,” Sam smirked in return. “I don’t need anyone to tell me, the weird look all over your face is all I need.”

“You need to be this invested in your own life,” you groaned. “Where’s James these days, huh?”

“I’m not falling for that trap,” Sam laughed. “What happened? What’re your feelings? Please tell me,” the man practically begged.

“Fine,” you conceded with a sigh, leaning against the counter whilst there was no line of customers needing your attention. “We bumped into her at the fair last night, that’s all.”

Your dismissive shrug on the topic was not enough to appease him, however, and the faux scowl he addressed you with was enough to let you know that he was aware of your downplaying of the situation.

“Alright, fine,” you groaned with a roll of your eyes. “We talked a little and I’m still confused,” you surmised.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Did she apologise? Are there…butterflies? Give me something,” Sam pleaded. “I need to know whether to give her cookies laced with laxatives or not.”

You laughed at his seriousness - it may have happened a couple of times during high school but you all took an oath of secrecy.

“She didn’t apologise,” you frowned, trying to keep your face as neutral as possible lest you allow your apprehension on the topic to swallow you whole. “She seems different though. I want her, so badly, to be different. But maybe I’m stupid to hope for something - maybe we really just aren’t a good match.”

Sam’s eyes were soft and comforting, his lips parted to speak before another voice piped up opposite you. Kamala had arrived for her daily hot chocolate - extra whipped cream and marshmallows, of course. She takes the promise of free drinks for friends very liberally.

“As someone who’s been trying their hardest to be neutral,” she started. “You did look cute together last night - and the way she looks at you - God, it’s like a real-life rom-com. Kind of gross, actually,” she rambled on. “By the way, I wasn’t eavesdropping.”

“You weren’t?” You smirked, eyebrow twitching in question.

“No,” Kamala quickly replied with a shake of her head. “It was just, uh, intuition.”

“Wow, you might have a superpower there, Mala,” you scoffed laughingly.

“Really though, it definitely seemed like there was something there - on both sides.”

“I dunno,” you sighed with an exasperated shake of your head, cheeks flooding with heat at the three pairs of eyes witnessing your bashful feelings towards a certain redhead. Whether you hide it or not, all of your closest friends have developed a certain sense of reading between the lines painfully well. After all of these years, you suppose it’s merely a trait of a strongly entwined bond. It doesn’t make it any less annoying, though.

“At the risk of forcing you into a ‘mushy and embarrassing’ state, as you call it,” Wanda voiced from beside you. “What are you feeling about her now? You were pretty good at avoiding my questions last night,” she smiled with a poke of her finger into your side.

It was a tricky feat for you to let yourself be raw and vulnerable, it never is a comfortable thing. But, with a problem you were struggling to make sense of on your own paired with the sickeningly sweet and supportive smiles directed your way, it was harder to keep it all in than let it out.

“It - it kinda feels like before. Like, no time has passed, y���know?”

“In a good way?” Kamala asked.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I dunno, it’s like, somehow, all of those things I felt towards her all those years ago had never actually left. Like they were just sitting there in my stomach waiting for the right time to come back out.”

“It kinda sounds like you know what you wanna do then,” Sam smiled.

“I think I might,” you nodded. You tried to smile but the nerves that made their way throughout your body made it difficult and, as though it was written all over your face, your friends seemed to know just what to do to bring that smile out. You were pulled into Wanda’s familiar hug with Sam closing his arms around you from the other side and with some difficulty you were manoeuvred into Kamala’s reach. It was hard not to laugh at the glimpse you caught of her, leaning across the counter, practically kneeling on a plate of cookies nearby as she stretched out to join the embrace.

Whatever happens next, they’ll be there for you.

—

Meanwhile, Yelena sat cross-legged on Natasha’s childhood bed whilst her sister lay on her back with her eyes directed at the ceiling. She could still see the mark left behind from the glow-in-the-dark stickers you’d struggled to plaster up there, ones that had slowly begun to fall down. She’d never had the heart to throw them away and the used and tattered celestials still sat in the drawer of her desk.

“This is exhausting, Natasha,” the blonde groaned. Having been witness to it all from the beginning, watching it all play out as it has has been nothing short of tedious for her. She’s never been patient and this was no different. In her trademark Yelena fashion, she resents the long and drawn-out trail of feelings being muddled up and left behind, she would rather you both get on with it.

“You don’t think I know that?” her sister sighed. “It’s complicated.”

“It’s complicated,” Yelena mocked in a less-than-perfect impression of Natasha’s voice. “What’s so difficult, huh? You’ve always had the hots for her, she’s always ogled you, it’s simple.”

“It’s a little more nuanced than that,” she mumbled. “So much time has passed and I made a stupid mistake. I left her behind, Lena. I just left and didn’t come back - she deserves better than somebody who’d just do that.”

“You were stupid,” Yelena agreed. She didn’t let her role as Natasha’s sister blur the lines between right and wrong, when it came to what she did she didn’t shy away from berating her.

She remembered the evening it happened, the redhead coming home in tears that were a rare sight to see. She held a book in her hand that was soon shoved to the back of her wardrobe to never see the light again; she comforted her sister as best as she could but by the time she’d unmuddled the series of events Natasha was already gone. She’d made plenty of phone calls telling her sister to come and make it right but the fear had sunk its claws in and nothing she said swayed it in her favour.

“I know I was - I know. But, when I saw her that night with Pietro it just looked so real. I think I was looking for a reason to chicken out of telling her, y’know?”

“And letting yourself believe she was already dating someone was easier than her rejecting you,” Yelena nodded. She understood her sister’s reasonings no matter how illogical they truly are.

“Yeah,” she nodded with a sigh. “I mean, she’s so perfect, it wouldn’t have surprised me if he’d been lucky enough to date her. I saw it, so why wouldn’t somebody else?”

“Okay, I didn’t mean to listen but you know I can’t help myself,” Melina suddenly announced from the doorway. Of course, she’d decided to come upstairs just as a ‘confidential’ conversation was occurring. “You never told me all this.”

“That’s because you’re a gossip,” Natasha groaned, sitting up against her headboard whilst her mother took a seat on the bed too.

“I just like knowing things,” she shrugged. “So, tell me what happened.”

“Fine,” she sighed, rolling her eyes at the clear excitement on Melina’s face. “So, it was Christmas Eve, the first one after starting college. At that point, it was like we were still in high school, we were all in contact and we were all meeting up on the weekends - nothing had changed.”

“Mhm, I remember,” Melina nodded. “I was scared you were all gonna drift apart, well, until you were the one that separated from them.”

“Yeah,” Natasha sighed with a frown. “So, we were all here and I’d had a lot of time to think. I mean, I was at a different college - she was at the same one as the Maximoff’s - and, it was a lot of time without her. It gave me a lot of time to think about her, it was so different not having her at my side all the time, y’know? So it made me realise that I just had to suck it up and be honest with us both about how I feel about her.”

“I think you two were the only ones not to know,” Melina muttered beneath her breath, earning an agreeing laugh from Yelena.

“Anyway,” she scowled. “I guess it was something I was always trying to avoid. I didn’t want it to ruin the friendship we had but it got so hard to ignore. All of my assignments - the stories I’d write - they all ended up being about her. It was like all of the feelings I tried so hard to ignore were just forcing their way out like they were too big to keep down.”

She took a breath and cleared her throat, blushed at the mere thought of you and let the comfort of her mother’s hand on her arm urge her to carry on.

“I wrote her this story - it seems so silly now,” she scoffed. “It was so cheesy - the kind of thing we’d make fun of - but I couldn’t help myself. I illustrated it and wrapped a red bow around it - it was hideous but I knew it’d make her smile. And, on Christmas Eve, I made my way to where I knew she’d be.

“God, just remembering it is so ridiculous. I don’t know why I let myself get in my head,” she grumbled with a shake of her head. “She was there, sitting in the quiet part of the town square, but she was only there with Pietro. Looking back, I know that Wanda must’ve been on her way but in that moment nothing was logical.

“I stood there, just looking at her for a second. I watched her laugh and I remember being amazed that my heart truly did feel like it skipped a beat - I always thought that was just some cliche until her. And as I stood there just watching, I saw Pietro point to this piece of mistletoe hanging above them. I thought it was funny at first and carried on walking to them but then his hand was on her cheek and in my mind that was enough to make me turn back around. I suppose I thought that, in the time they’d had together whilst I’d been away, they’d - I dunno - realised feelings?”

“Oh, Natasha,” Melina whispered.

“I know. It was stupid - it was probably just some joke but I was so scared. You know I’ve never been the kind of person to wear their heart on their sleeve and that was the perfect out my brain was looking for.”

“You caused yourself so much pain, honey. So much pain you didn’t need because you feared she didn’t feel the same?”

“I suppose so,” she nodded. “I thought that, maybe, if she was happy it was enough. So, I went back to college and left it all behind. I felt awful, I did, but I wanted to keep myself away for both of our sakes. If I wasn’t there, she could get on with her life and I could try and move on. I put all of my focus into studying and then into my work - I found that pushing away all of those things that hurt me would just shield me from coming to terms with things.

“So, the friendship I tried to protect was ruined because of me. Because I was scared.”

“But now? How are things with her this time?”

“I think - I know that I still adore her. And, if she’ll have me, I would want nothing more than to just let her know how I’ve felt for all my life.”

—

Before Natasha had begun to associate Christmas with the ache in her heart, the 24th of December was a treasured occasion.

The group of you had always met up, sneaking eggnog from her parent’s fridge when you were younger, sharing it around with sips from a shared glass around a makeshift fire you’d conjure up in the garden. The cup would be passed around in secrecy and clumsily hidden beneath a blanket when an adult would approach.

As you grew closer, the two of you began to uphold a tradition and for the couple of years leading up to her departure, you’d meet up before the remainder of the group arrived. She’d meet you at the cafe with two hot chocolates in hand and she’d offer you her jacket no matter what; she always did and you always declined but it made your cheeks hot to the touch. She’d always refrain from reaching out to feel the warmth beneath her palm.

You’d walk back to her house taking the long route just to savour one another's company and neither of you would think too much about the hand she’d rest on your back whenever you’d cross the road.

You’d sit beneath the decorated canopy in the middle of town, watching people enjoy the festivities, failing to hold in your amusement when people would slip on icy ground. She’d look up at the mistletoe and swear she’d kiss you beneath the winter sprig one day, that she’d use it as one of her many excuses to press her lips to yours. She would imagine that you’d tell her she didn’t need a reason to kiss you, that she could do it whenever she liked, but she’d find any moment she could to feel your lip balm-coated mouth with the tip of her tongue.

The one year you had forgotten your gloves and, for practicality of course, she linked her hand with yours for warmth and left it there until she was leading you up to her front door. You’d help her mother with preparations for the evening’s party whilst Natasha would smile at the close relationship the two of you shared. And when the rest of the invitees would trickle in, she’d revel in your laugh. The one you’d let out at something Kate or Kamala would say when recounting the goings on of their days and the giggle you’d share with Wanda whilst having hushed conversations in the corner.

…

The last Christmas Eve you’d seen Natasha until this year, was the same as always. You were planning on meeting Natasha at your usual spot, only an hour after leaving the Maximoff twins where they were.

You sat with Pietro whilst Wanda made her way back with a cup of hot tea for herself and a latte for her brother; they were meeting up with Monica and Carol before the annual party and you were waiting with them until it was time for you to go. You’d told them you had some last-minute shopping to do and they bought the excuse - you felt rather smug at your deception and were pleased to keep your tradition with Natasha a secret. It wouldn’t be the same if it turned into a group affair - you didn’t admit that you merely wanted her for yourself. Even if it was for only a couple of hours.

You missed the teasing grin on Pietro’s face when he’d spotted the mistletoe above you and only realised what he was doing when he tugged it from its place and held it above your faces.

“Ew, Pietro,” you’d laughed, shoving him away whilst he faked a warm look your way.

“There’s something I simply must say,” he joked, cupping your cheek with a soft hand. He inched closer and closer whilst you held in your laugh, acting into the joke of a scene he was creating. “I- wow, this is hard to say,” he sighed. “I just need you to know that - that I forgot to get you a gift and just added my name to Wanda’s.”

You gasped before you both laughed.

“That actually better be a joke.”

You waited for Natasha until you got a text saying she was stuck helping her mum and the rest of the evening was sullied with some kind of unspoken melancholy that you could not understand.

…

Two weeks ago, Natasha was called into her editor’s office to be given the task of creating a winter story. She listened to the requirements she was expected to reach; a heartfelt children’s book, the wonder of winter with a happy ending.

It wasn’t something she was overly familiar with anymore. The magic of the season had long left her when she left you and, though she accepted the job, she was unsure of how to complete it. Her books always held a part of her, every story she wrote had a piece of her soul bared throughout the pages.

She’d gone home and began to plan, sipping a glass of red wine whilst her laptop screen remained blank.

After a few days of sitting on the problem she’d been presented with, and a lengthy conversation with her closest friend in New York, she thought it time to visit home. After all of this time away she thought she could go back easily enough, feelings may have been dulled and the town that was the epitome of a winter wonderland would fuel her creativity.

She just didn’t expect to take one look at you and have every feeling she’d ever held for you to come flooding to the surface. It was quite a story indeed.

And, though she was apprehensive at first, she’d found that opening up the warm-hearted part of her that she had forced closed many moons ago was just the spark she needed. She’d found inspiration at home - her true home. She found it with you.

…

Your heart was beating with the buzz of nerves in your chest, stomach swarming whilst your palms grew clammy despite the biting cold that came with the slowly falling snow.

Each step up the Romanoff’s driveway drew you closer to a conversation that made your head blurred. It had taken the entire group of your friends to give you the courage to leave your apartment for this; despite the way it was your decision to confess the feelings that were eating you whole, you were the one holding yourself back.

After much convincing, you bit the bullet to finally let yourself pull your heart from your chest and hand it over. They’d all assured you they were a phone call away no matter what happens.

You almost dared to turn back as soon as your knuckles tapped against the translucent window of the front door; you could see the blurry sight of a Christmas wreath against the glass and you could hear Yelena shout that she would answer the knock.

“Oh, hi,” she smiled as soon as she saw you, taking in your nervous appearance.

“Hi, Yelena,” you returned. “Um, is Natasha here?”

“No, actually,” she answered. “She went for a walk - think she said she might be going to the bar. You might be able to catch up with her if you hurry.”

“Alright, thanks, Lena,” you smiled. “See you tomorrow,” you finished with a wave.

“See you tomorrow,” she smirked, clearly planning to go and conspire with Melina about why you might be looking for her sister.

It wasn’t a particularly long walk, and the few minutes it took only enabled you to think about what you were going to say. You had it planned as perfectly as you could get it, a curated script you hoped she’d conform with. You’d risk making a fool of yourself otherwise, treading with the possibility of letting your butterfly inducing feelings for her get the best of you.

And, when you saw the bar ahead of you it only made your heart hit against your chest even faster. You saw the back of her head through the window, hair plaited and falling against her jacket; somehow, just seeing her, made your steps grow almost up to speed with your heart.

You opened the door into the bustling building, making your way past a few people with the subtle scent of beer lingering in the air.

You saw her before she saw you. The large grin that pulled at her eyes was directed elsewhere, though, and the hug she stood up to take part in was not with you. Her body locked with another woman’s, somebody she was familiar with by the way it lingered. Her cheek was kissed and her smile never wavered and your heart that had been beating so quickly you feared it might explode was now still, sitting in your throat as you swallowed thickly.

They shared large smiles and their hands entwined atop the small wooden table.

You couldn’t see anymore. Your fists clenched at your sides and you left as quickly as you arrived, not sparing a glance backwards. If you couldn’t be with her tonight, you wanted to be alone.

[iluvshinobukocho]

F*CK YOU TOMIOKA

Shinobu x fem reader!

WORD COUNT: 1938

Hey dere! 🤓🥸 was taking a spooky dooky n had an idea >_<!!

PLEASE READ FOR STORY!: Made Giyuu kind of sassy and rude in this one. I wanted to give him a lover in this one too or a crush but I don’t really ship him with anyone, so I just went for his second most popular ship.

••••

Shinobu sighed once again at the sight of (Y/n) and Mitsuri together. Everyone was in the rehabilitation training room. Well the butterfly girls plus (Y/n) were here to help Inosuke, Tanjiro, and Zenitsu but Mitsuri joined for (Y/n).

Usually the insect hashira and the non-demon slayer would be together 24/7 but these past few days the brunette has been hanging out with the Love Hashira.

She missed hanging out with (Y/n) and is upset she got ‘replaced’ by the pink haired girl. Shinobu would never admit her feelings for the brunette to anyone but the butterfly girls see right through Shinobu and keep on trying to encourage her to confess.

“Oh my gosh why doesn’t she just go confess already. I’m tired of hearing all these sighs.” Aoi thought outloud and didn’t notice.

Kiyo, Sumi, and Naho whipped their heads to Aoi and gasped a bit. Even Shinobu was caught off guard and turned around to face Aoi.

Aoi got a bit nervous at the sudden attention, “W-what?”

“You said that outloud..” Kiyo informed her. Aoi eyes widen and turned to Shinobu’s direction to say an apology.

“What do you mean confess. I don’t like (Y/n)!” Shinobu lied through her teeth with a straight face. “Shinobu-sama… no one mentioned (Y/n)” Naho informed Shinobu skeptically.

“But Aoi mentioned (Y/n).” Shinobu responded, sure of herself. Everyone shook their head in disagreement, knowing Aoi didn’t involve the brunette.

“Shinobu-sama! You always taught us not to lie.” Kiyo reminded. Shinobu sighed knowing there’s no way out of this.

“Okay.. hypothetically let’s say if I did like (Y/n) do you think I’d be obvious?” The hashira asked.

They all nod, “Yes! I’m pretty sure everyone knows you like (Y/n)-san.” Sumi answered.

“Ahem.. again hypothetically! If (Y/n) knew do you think she’d stop hanging out with me to be with Mitsuri?” she asked thinking she was keeping it cool.

“I don’t how but I can assure you she doesn’t know that you like her.” Aoi reassured, rolling her eyes.

Shinobu let out a sigh of relief. “But then why has she stopped being with me. She’s always with Kanroji-san now” she questioned, slipping up.

“You mean ‘hypothetically’? Why don’t you go ask her?” Aoi suggested hoping for this to be over with. “Yeah! You go Shinobu” the triplets encouraged simultaneously.

“Yes, but hypothetically I wouldn’t just go over there and tell her to stop hanging out with Mitsuri to hang out with me. I’d have to make her come here on her own. And I think I have a great idea for that.” Shinobu said smirking getting an idea.

“I do not like where this is going” Aoi whispered to the girls before going over to where the trio was at (Inosuke, Zenitsu, and Tanjiro).

•••

“Come on, Tomioka-san open up! I know you’re in there.” Shinobu shouted knocking on the gate door nonstop.

Giyuu was sitting in the middle of his empty mansion hoping she leave. Once realizing she wasn’t going to leave he sighed and got up to open his sliding door.

As he reached to slide it, the door already slid open harshly. “Now why didn’t you open sooner? I had to hop over the gate. I was starting to think you weren’t home.” Said the short girl with a butterfly clip in her hair.

“What.. do you need” he said in a disinterested tone.

“Not much. I just need you to help me get someone back. I won’t take no for an answer, I already know you have nothing better to do.” she replied.

“Is this about your obvious love for (Y/n)?” He asked rolling his eyes. “And if it is?” She replied.

She was going to deny her crush on (Y/n) but trusyed Giyuu enough surprisingly. Despite the fact she teases him a lot she knows he wont say anything to anyone.

“Just go confess already. It’s crazy how you two aren’t together yet. Everyone knows you’re both head over heels for each other.” He stated

“I don’t know how to and I’m sure you don’t know any better. No one has ever liked you like that before and probably never will with your attitude” she fired, smirking

“Keep this up and I won’t help you out, you hopeless lesbian.” He threatened

“Ok! Fine fine” she surrendered raising her hands up.

••

The duo arrived to the butterfly estate bickering with each other. Right before entering the rehabilitation room, they had a pep talk.

“You sure confessing isn’t better than this stupid idea of yours?” Giyuu asked, making sure Shinobu was %100 sure of this plan.

“Just go along with it. I just need her to realize she misses me and will leave Mitsuri for me.” Shinobu divulged.

“I still can’t believe you’re jealous of Pinkie Pie. Just because she has your girls attention right now. How low you have come, Shinobu Kocho” he teased, never has he seen Shinobu like this before.

“Whatever, you’d probably be like this too for Sanemi. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you stare at him in hashira meetings, with your gay ass” She fired back.

Because he could say anything, she opened the door to the rehabilitation training room and entered. Giyuu was still outside, so Shinobu turned around to face him.

She let out the loudest laugh catching everyone’s attention. “Oh my gosh, Giyuu-kun you are hilarious!!” She shouted.

Zenitsu was stretching with the triplets but Shinobu caught his attention. Tanjiro was trying to tag Kanao but couldn’t reach her. Mitsuri and (Y/n) were chatting, unbeknownst to Shinobu but Mitsuri was encouraging (Y/n) to confess. And, Inosuke was about to start training with Aoi in the cup thing.

Aoi face palmed her forehead realizing what Shinobu’s great ‘idea’ was. She couldn’t believe how immature her mentor was. Nonetheless she ignored it and started training Inosuke.

Tomioka side eyed Shinobu and whispered, “Okay you’re overdoing it. Everyone’s staring now.”

“Okay, but is (Y/n) looking at us?” She whispered back looking at him only not wanting to seem as if she was looking for the brunette. Truly, she didn’t care if the whole world was looking at her she just wanted to make sure she got (Y/n)’s attention.

“Thanks to your loud ass fake laugh, yeah. Literally everyone’s looking at you and…” He paused at the end.

“And what? Tell me!” She asked impatiently but Giyuu didn’t answer. Instead, she heard a voice from behind her.

“Hiii! How are you guys??” A high pitched voice said. Shinobu turned around and saw a pink haired girl infront of her with a brunette standing behind her.

Seeing (Y/n) made Shinobu hold her breath. She locked eyes with (Y/n) and it lasted with what felt like hours. She snapped out of it when Giyuu elbowed her in the ribs.

She winced at the pain but locked in remembering, a certain brunette was staring at her. “Oh we’re good!” Giyuu said, answering for Shinobu.

“So, I was wondering what you said that made Shinobu laugh so hard? I want to be apart of the fun too!” Mitsuri asked.

The silence was loud, this wasn’t how the plan was supposed to go. (Y/n) was supposed to just leave Mitsuri alone and drag Shinobu out to hang out.

“Oh! Uh you see.. he said…” Shinobu muttered, trying to come up with anything but she couldn’t think straight, especially knowing (Y/n)’s gaze was upon her.

“I didn’t say anything. She just wanted (Y/n)’s attention.” Giyuu snitched, betraying Shinobu.

Shinobu whipped her head so fast towards Giyuu with widened eyes. She looked at him with a face saying ‘what the fuck, Giyuu?!?”.

He started to walk away knowing if stayed any longer, Shinobu would pounce on him.

“Fuck you Tomioka! You and your blabbermouth!”The short girl shouted.

“Fuck you too Kocho! That’s my revenge for what you said about me earlier!” He said a bit louder than his usual voice, but still not as loud as shouting.

The insect hashira turned back to look at the other duo infront of her. She started to sweat a bit, getting nervous after being exposed. “Oh! So uhh. I’ll leave you two alone” Mitsuri stated, awkwardly running away too.

Well this is fucking awkward. Both of the girls thought in their heads. Their silence was interrupted by Aoi shouting, “Please just talk it out already to stop torturing everyone! We can all see what’s happening either act normal or leave the room”

They flinched at the sudden shouting and nodded at Aoi. They left the room together and found a nearby bench to sit on.

“Soo.. you were trying to get my attention?” (Y/n) started, rubbing the back of her neck while smiling a bit.

“Yeah.” Shinobu confirmed. “What’d you need it for?”

“Err.. I guess I just missed you. We always hang out and recently you started to hang out with Mitsuri more often. I got a bit jealous and wanted your attention..” The insect hashira confessed.

Oh Goodness how great that felt! She finally got it off her chest and told (Y/n).

The brunette started laughing..? Shinobu was confused by the sudden laughter. “Sorry, I’m not trying to make fun of you. It’s just.. I started to hang out with Mitsuri for advice to ask you out. I thought she’d be the best one for advice, because she’s the ‘love’ hashira ya know..?” (Y/n) explained.

Shinobu’s mouth formed an ‘o’. “Now I feel really stupid. This whole time, I thought I was being replaced. Wait..? Advice to ask me out? Does this mean.. you like me?” Shinobu asked.

(Y/n) nodded slowly, “Sorry, did I get the wrong idea? I thought.. you wanting my attention meant you liked me back.” (Y/n) asked.

Shinobu stayed silent for a bit, absolutely confused. Never did she think (Y/n) would actually like her back.

The brunette started panicking now since Shinobu wasn’t responding. “I’m sorry. I take back what I said. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfor-”

The shorter girl cut off (Y/n) by grabbing her collar and pulling her in for a kiss. (Y/n) was shocked at first but soon reciprocated the kiss back smiling into it. Shinobu also smiled and pulled the latter’s head closer.

Both of their tongues fought for dominance. Shinobu brought her hands infront of her, and squeezed (Y/n)’s chest. She caught (Y/n) off guard and heard a small moan come from her mouth.

She took this opportunity and won the tongue war. (I have no idea what I’m yapling about. I see everyone always put this during kissing moments so I decided to be a follower instead of a leader ^-^).

When they pulled away, both were panting. “You’ve never made me uncomfortable.” Shinobu reassured.

“May I be your girlfriend?” (Y/n) asked happily. Shinobu leaned in for another kiss. “Does that answer your question? If not, then yes. I would love for you to be my girlfriend and for me to be yours.”

“Can we take this further?” (Y/n) asked. “If you’d like. Are you sure? I’d be more than happy to.” Shinobu answered.

(Y/n) nodded. Shinobu wrapped (Y/n)’s legs around her and carried her all the way to the room, zooming. Despite carrying someone, that was the fastest she’s ever ran. Even faster compared to when fighting demons.

The hashira locked the door immediately and wasted no time going into the bed with the brunette.

•

Well hoped you guys enjoyed the story! :D

Too tired to check for misspellings, will probably check when I wake up later.

I have trouble sleeping and school is going to start in less than two weeks. I’m cooked. I got used to sleeping at 4 AM.

[floralovebot]

MADE EDITS i couldn't stop thinking about their outfits and like,, the aspects i liked and thought felt very winx and in line with the individual characters and the aspects i Hated and thought sucked dookie SO i made some edits :)

biggest changes are to musa, aisha, and stella! actually changed the clothes there. flora and tecna i just adjusted the colors (in flora's case to further unwhitewash her and saturate her clothing more and in tecna's case to bring back her pink hair and green and cyan).

explanations on changes below!

I'll start with the simpler edits!

For Tecna, I just wanted to play around with her og colors lol I actually LOVE her new look and I would love to see this be the final design!! It's SO tecna and fits in with the rest of the winx i love it soo much :') I do think they should bring back her pinker hair though! And again, would love to see the green and cyan make an appearance. I feel like neon green is just very classy techy character. And while it is cliche, I do love it akjgd plus I think it looks good on her and makes the other colors stand out more imo! (but maybe this new, pinker look will make people like her more idk :') justice for tecna my beloved :'))

For Flora, I darkened her skin more for obvious reasons. And then I added more saturation to the colors and added back the warmer tones they took out. Imo, the darker, desaturated, and cooler toned look for Flora only works in very specific circumstances. Color theory rainbow!! Bring back the brightness! The color!! The warmth!!

Which brings me to Stella ohmygod,,, please,,,, please stop desaturating her she looks so pale and sick and lifeless STOP please :') Anyway lol, obviously brought back the brighter orange! I also took away the random sleeve. It's cute but it just didn't feel very Stella at the time? The tube top look is Very Classic Stella (very much giving s3 casual but in orange). Tbh, I don't love the dress itself, but I do think it looks better once you add more of Stella's colors. I also tanned her skin more and made her hair more yellow + brighter! Just like with Flora, color theory is important for media!! This Stella design just does Not give sunny, optimistic character. It's giving the gap (aka BORING aljdhg)

Aisha's design stumped me for a bit, I won't lie. I couldn't figure out exactly what I didn't like. But I got it!! One, way too symmetrical imo. Yes, Aisha does have some very symmetrical looks, but like 80% of her looks are very asymmetrical. I also didn't love that it didn't incorporate more of Aisha's powers. It really just went for *vaguely sporty* and didn't try to bring anything else to the table. And some people might say that Aisha's og looks were like that too, but I disagree! They told a story! She's a brave adventurer, a dancer, a princess, etcetc!! This tells me "oh yeah this girl might like to do yoga. cool."

Anyway! So I made Aisha's pants baggier because let's be fucking real for a sec. Changed the design on the pants slightly to make it asymmetrical and incorporated a wave design. Took away that bottom shiny fabric of her shirt. I tried to keep it but it just wasn't looking great with the pants changes tbh. Added small waves to the bottom and made it one shoulder! Also added her classic little circle wave design 1. because it's cute and 2. so Musa wouldn't feel so out of place with a design. Tbh, I still don't love the pants... I think maybe that hem could be higher?

For Musa! I've spoken about this before but I do not like the bodysuit. I liked the concept and the vibe it brings, but it looks So uncomfortable and s1 Musa was alllll about being comfortable. It's why so many people think she hates wearing dresses (even though she doesn't). So I kept the vibe, but changed it to the same mesh that's on her right arm! Which like!! I didn't even see that until I started the edit!! It's so,,, unnoticeable which like,, isn't a bad thing? But also? I think the mesh being on her stomach too makes the design as a whole a little more balanced (and it's a nice callback to her og magic winx!). As for the color changes, really just wanted to go back to her reds and dark blues. I don't Hate the color scheme, but I also don't love it. And I think this feels a lot more like Musa yknow? Also darkened her hair cause fuck that dude

Anyway lol it's not the best edit so don't look too hard :') I just wanted to explore what I liked about the designs and what I didn't. We did get to see a little bit of Bloom's casual, but I want to wait until we get a closer look to speak on it/make edits. Also tbh, I don't really love Flora's outfit but I didn't want to completely redesign her and I concede that this is something she would wear (although it feels more like s4 cowgirl time/s5 casual and not s1 new student time but Fine). For now, I'm gonna pretend the trailer showed us my edit of Stella and not what it really showed. I can't get pale pinterest stella out of my head,,, aggghhhh

[auroratumbles]

VARIOUS // middle of the night

you text your significant other in the middle of the night.

literallt just pure crack

wanderer, kaeya, childe, diluc, ayato

CHILDE

YOU - hi pookie snookie dookie lookie 😋

CHILDE - i- uhhh… love, you do realise it’s 2am? 😨

YOU - yeah, and?

CHILDE - why are you up?

YOU - I could ask you the same question ����😋

CHILDE - stopp why do u always know how to shut me upppp 😭😭

YOU - it’s part of dating me lololol

CHILDE - well… i was thinkifn of ur birthday and what i should do

YOU - …my birthday’s in 3 months-

CHILDE - i- um- i like to be prepared! anyways, why r u up?

YOU - i was thinking...

CHILDE - DONT LEAVE ME HANGINGGG

YOU - i was thinking of you ;)

KAEYA

YOU - hey male elsa my bbg ;)

KAEYA - ...snowflake, it's 1am.

YOU - soo?

KAEYA - go to sleep

YOU - nty :)

KAEYA - do you want to find me at your window telling you to sleep at 1am?

YOU - ...it was a mistake telling you my address.

KAEYA - but you still love me <3

DILUC

YOU - hi love~

DILUC - you are in the other room right now. i will walk into your room and force you to sleep because it is currently 4am and not sleeping is not healthy.

YOU - but whyyyyyyy?

DILUC - you're gonna be tired the whole day. do you want that?

YOU - but we aren't going anywhere! it's going to be sunday!!

DILUC - i will personally arrange a dinner with many guests at 5pm just so you will sleep to look your best.

YOU - no thanks~

diluc walks into your room to see you still on your phone. he silently steps in front of you and glares at you.

"go to sleep."

WANDERER

YOU - hi loml my pookie bear my one and only

WANDERER - go to sleep. right now. i will literally hunt you down.

YOU - :o for once you didn't protest at the nicknames!! i'm screenshotting this!!

WANDERER - ...why must you be so irritating?

YOU - but you love meee~

WANDERER - i hate that i love you.

YOU - YOU ADMITTED ITTT SCREENSHOTTING AGAIN

WANDERER - just go to sleep. please? for me?

AYATO

YOU - ayatooooooo my loveeeeeee

AYATO - it's currently 3am. are you alright, my dear?

YOU - i'm not alright whenever i'm not with you :(

AYATO - you saw me just a few hours ago. however, if you wish, i can come to your room and stay there for the night.

YOU - NONO ITS ALRIGHT IM FINE I WAS JUST TRYING TO FLUSTER YOU

AYATO - oh? that's quite amusing. i'm usually the one that flusters you. however, i do know that you like a challenge.

YOU - nopeeee you never fluster me

AYATO - mhm, sure. then how about i take you out on a date tomorrow? then we'll see if you are indeed correct.

YOU - *CONFUSED SCREAMING*

A/N: screaming giggling blushing kicking my feet while writing this

also, @yelshin your bbg ayato is here

[he-goes-down]

For bae @b4ook3 🫶🫶

Masterlist

Dancing On Glass

pairing: Warren DeMartini x reader

Warnings: hate sex, F!dom, M!sub, riding, tied up

Second Person POV:

“Fuck you.”

You said with gritting teeth as you took Warren by the collar, lifting his torso closer to you as you straddled his lap. You wanted to smack him so bad, him not realising that this girl at the party was coming onto him. You hated it. You hated him. He looked up into your eyes, his glistening with slight fear and confusion but underlined with severe lust. It made your stomach weak, but you had to show that this time he has no effect on you. Tying his hands against the headboard, whilst you pushed his torso down and he fell in the mattress below. “Baby, fuck-…” “You don’t get to speak.” You told him sternly, shutting him up. His dick getting harder by the second underneath you by your words. You began to grind on his bulge, purely for your pleasure, you didn’t care what he wanted, he was going to take what you gave him. He groaned at the feeling of you getting off him to take his pants off. Pulling down his jeans and boxers roughly as well as taking your pants off but staying in your black lace panties that drove him wild. He struggled trying to get out of the retrains, wanting to touch you and feel you. “Stop fucking moving.” You hissed at him. “God baby please… I’m sorry- just let me-…” he began “ What the fuck did I tell you about speaking.” You told him. Shutting him up once more and a whimper came out his mouth, unconsciously.

His naked throbbing dick grazing over your clothed soaking pussy, making him whine, just wanting to be inside of you. You made your clit grind against his tip after taking off your panties. You moaned at it as his precum began to drip on your clit, lubricating it. Throwing your head back as your held onto Warrens shoulders for support, gripping onto them tightly, nails digging into his skin, making him whimper in pain. Your head dipped back forward, starring him in the eyes, with unbelievable lust and rage. That stupid fucking hot face of his. You couldn’t take it anymore. He whined and moaned loudly as you snapped your hips down onto him roughly taking his cock in, his tip touching the very back of your hole with a striking force. You grunted, swallowing down moans as you continued to carry your self up and down his dick. Warren moaned loudly under you but you muffled the noises by placing your hand over his mouth. “Listen to me, and listen to me closely. You’re gonna cum when I tell you too. Understand?” You said. He whined against your hand and nodded quickly, his eyes widening, the ends pricking with tears. He’d never seen you like this. And it was so fucking hot. You wanted to wipe that lustful face off him so badly, he’s supposed to feeling the rage coursing in your veins. All his fault.

You felt him twitch inside you as you continued your harsh dick riding. You moved your hand away from his mouth and held his face, fingers digging into his cheeks, mouth slightly open, hearing his hard breathing. “Cum. I dare you. See what fucking happens to you.” You said, he tried to suppress his orgasm for as long as he can. You had soon came in his dick, dripping down his cock and leaking to his crotch. You continued to ride him but slowly, milking out his orgasm that was about to come. His hips bucked up into you. Legs and body twitching, hard sighs and groans falling from his lips. Pleading for himself to release into you. “Fine. You can have your fucking cum in me.” You said hand still on his face but pushing it roughly away as you started to ride him roughly again. “Oh fuck!-…” he yelled as you shot his warm cum into you. Panting heavily from his strong orgasm, sweat dripping down his forehead and his chest.

“I fucking love it when you hate me.”

A/n: IM SORRY BAE THIS WAS ABSOLUTE DOOKIE

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𝖢𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖸𝗈𝗎，𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖪𝖾𝖾𝗁𝗈

𝖲𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌-having a leader that’s stays in your mind making you feel a certain way

𝖨𝗇𝖿𝗈-Keeho x Reader,Fluff,Idol Au

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀-Cussing,Eating,Overthinking?

You know a lot about me idc what you say though. Just say your mine please I’m trying my best to stay sane.I’m cool with you my love.

Standing here infront of many people.How do I breath with you in the crowd starring at me.I want to be seen but you make me feel different…

The song starts I turn on airplane mode.Sing dancing the best part it’s you being there looking at me.Once the song ends it feels like a new beginning start for me.Trying to understand why this is happening to me I will just cool down.Stage ends and my group begin to walk to are room breath heavily from the workout that just happened.

“Y/n you need to stop zoning while you walk” my member said to me.”Oh idk I was doing that” not really caring for that just trying to make sense of things.”Mk whatever you say”

“Wdym by that m/n..”

“We all know you being trying to understand how you feel about that boy keeho that we see walking to practice” my member all agree with the statement just said.”I’m just a little confused on my feelings” telling them.”It’s hard to understand stand how you feel and we all take time to feel confident with it.There is no need to rush on how you feel because I understand you point of view”

My group is watching the other group’s performance so I decided I go get some snack from the vending machine I saw. Grabbing my tote bag with my wallet I tell my manager where I’m going.

Heading towards where I saw it i didn’t bring my headphones since there is a group so listen is why better to me.Spotting it I stand still for a bit.A group is talking photos umm maybe I’ll just wait for them to finish…

Walking down the stairs I see keeho and his members “man I just wanted to get some snacks really” whispering to myself.The other group leaves letting p1h take photos maybe I should just pass by them.

Would that be rude?

Yeah

what if I get in back of their photos?

I can’t have that

I’ll just wait again

“Oh Hi Y/n!” On of the members said I think is name is jongseob.I remember seeing him on tv many it’s crazy how tall he got.”Umm Hi I um just never mind I can wait please don’t mind me sorry” blow to them.”No No is ok did you need anything?” Keeho said trying not to freak me out.”I just wanted to get some stuff from the vending machine I can wait tho!!”

“Hey no stop apologizing, move intak you dookie butt!” Keeho softly push intak away from the machine 😭.”Omg Uhh Ty hahah” wtf I’m I so fucking awkward.

Putting my money in I push the buttons the best thing is my group loves the snack here so I don’t really have a hard time choosing.Grabbing the stuff I put each item in my bag.I can hear the boys talk behind me in a soft voice like they are trying to whisper but it’s really not working.

“Ooo keeho” one of them say.”Shut up before I hit you little boy” keeho told them.Hearing this loud and clear “Go kiss them or make a move if not you a loser” Ik which one said that statement it was Theo.

Once I hear that I stop and decide to make up a dumbass excuse “Ahh I forgot to get more cash I’ll be right back” knowing dam I have money.”It’s okie I have a few bucks hear”.Keeho grabs is wallet and gets money out.Wtf did I say that I’m so cringe giving some kdrama shit.”Ttyyyyy 😃” trying not to breach down.

Putting it in I just pick a random snack and put it In my bag.”Good Choice I love those” hearing from the side of me.”Ewww sorry that was cringe I’m really sorry about that!!” Keeho told me trying to not laugh I just can’t hold it in.Everyone is laughing Keeho standing there embarrassed I look back up and I have a marker in my tote digging into it I take the top off and right my number on the box and gave it to keeho.I’ve decided I might take a chance.”Here for lending me some money”

He grabs is and thanks me hiding his face behind his hand.

Walking back I already I’m going to be dreaming about each other.Step by step I feel a cool breath pass me.I grab the handle to my door and open it greeting me and sitting down placing the snacks down.Picking a snack out I lay back on the couch and open it and hear.”He’s on your mind right?”

“Yeah”

[makiszx]

fanfic my friend and i made about a friend group at our school🙂‍↕️

this is completely satire and was made for solely shits and giggles. dont expect some amazing story building or writing its very cringy aswell.

all the names are fake too

Once upon a time, there were two boys. They have been best friends since childhood, but Eduardo always had stronger feelings towards Gabriel.

Eduardo watched Gabriel date many girls and had to hide his feelings from Gabriel and act happy for him when he was breaking inside. He put on a fake smile and tried to date other girls but inside he only yearned for Gabriel and his 7’8 nonchalant dreadhead self.

As the months went on Eduardo realized that liking Gabriel is only hurting himself and he needs to distance himself to save his and Gabriels friendship. Gabriel noticed it but all he could do is shake his dreads and sigh nonchalantly, waiting for him to tell him what’s wrong.

They have never had a argument that was actually detrimental to their relationship, always finding a way to brush it off. Gabriel hoped, whatever the reason was, maybe a girl, maybe it was his soccer games, that eduardo would get over it soon so they can go back to being best friends.

At a house party Eduardo and abel have a conversation. this has to be the first public gathering Eduardo has been to without Gabriel, seeing as their attached by the hip. everyone noticed as well thinking that they had a cute little fight and they’ll be back together in no time, posting on each others stories to rod wave captioned “mh🖤🖤”.

But what Eduardo doesn’t know is that Abel had been crushing on him and has really strong feelings for him. they have always been friends, not as close as Gabriel and him but to the point that one on one hang out we’re always fun together. as they were both intoxicated beyond reason, abel asks Eduardo about his love life and if he has any crushes. hoping to see any signs of him liking guys.

Eduardo eventually gets emotional, and spills all about his feelings about Gabriel, not fully noticing that he actually said it. but it left him leaving him feeling relieved. Abel breaks down in tears and says “I could treat you better than he can!!” Eduardo is shocked at his outburst and runs away and out of the house party. Abel runs after him screaming about how he's stupid to choose Gabriel over him.

Eduardo runs into an alleyway and hides, he calls Gabriel's number because that's the first person to come to his mind. “gabe p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-please help me. I'm so scared and Abel is coming after me and my smol petite legs can't run anymore." Eduardo cries out to the phone.

“no, Eduardo! stay right there eddy boo i'll come save you.” Gabe screams into the phone (nonchalantly), already on his way to where Eduardo is. “th-thank you alpha gabe🥹 come quick i can hear him getting closer. this might be my end...” he whispers.

“no!! this can't be!!!”

“Thank you for everything. goodbye." Eduardo hangs up the phone before Gabe can say a response.

Abel rounds the corner menacingly, towering over Eddys smol petite frame, “hello Eduardo pookie! you will choose me over gabe now right, he left you here by yourself and made you run all this way with your petite legs. I would never let you walk if you were with me. because I love you so much😍.” Eduardo screams with horror.

then Gabe pulls up and with his nonchalant deadhead powers he rebukes Abel to a roblox obby at insanity difficulty. “thank you nonchalant dreadhead gabe😇, you saved my life!” eduardo thanks tears streaking his face.

“of course pookie dookie, anything for you🥹” 

“How can I repay you…I know I've been distant but it’s only because I like you too much and I'm scared to get my feelings hurt cause I know you don’t feel the same and you don’t like me,” Eduardo says, he starts crying again.

“no!! eduardo!!!!!! I could never not like you, you’re the light of my life and I can't imagine a world without you. i like you eddy boo. and to repay me give me a kiss.” nonchalant dreadhead gabe confesses his feelings for eduardo.

Eduardo's jaw dropped, feeling both joy and confusion sinking into his gut, “I always thought you only liked girls!”

“no it was all an act to hide my feelings for you” gabe responds, nonchalantly panting from the run to the alleyway that he ran 1000mps

“you idiot” eduardo his his shoulder, but because hes so smol compared to gabe it leaves no sting. eduardo cries again.

they kiss.

what they don’t see coming is Tj rounding the corner with an AR15 and shoots though dreadhead gabes nonchalant defence.

“AUUGGHHHHHHH” gabe screams in excruciating pain withering on the floor, no longer nonchalant.

eduardo retches in disgust “that was so not nonchalant dreadhead of you” he walks over to Tj and says “thank you for showing me his real colors🥹”

“anything for you, i wanted you to notice me instead of that nonchalant poser.” then they ran out into the sunset, leaving gabe on the cold alleyway pavement reaching out for his one love, eduardo.

as they happily skip away from the alley, a crowd forming around gabe’s body, they dont notice maverick hiding in the shadows with a knife and malice written all over his face.

END🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

part two coming up

and for reference eduardo is a 4’10 latina baddie, gabe is a 6’7 brown skin nonchalant dreadhead, Tj is a light skin curly head, and maverick is a filipino abg baddie😚

the main ship was supposed to be gabardo but Tj HAD to cause problems with his skanky ass

if you actually read this thank you sm but wtf is wrong with you😭

[zukuist]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲

1.1K followers special

fandom/s: 僕のヘロアカデミア // boku no hero academia (bnha)

includes: i. midoriya, s. todoroki, k. bakugō, h. shinsō, d. kaminari

your name is shortened to y/n, gender neutral reader

notes: can’t believe i gained alot in like.. a week, so this is my thank you to all of you! also i know i’ve been gone for,, a week, but that’s because of school they suck

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midoriya izuku

i’d say he’s pretty good at replying and taking incoming calls.

sometimes he’d get anxious just thinking about talking to you in person (yeah, even when you guys are officially together.) so he’d just hit you up via text messages. it’s usually accompanied with an emoji, greeting you a hello, and what are you doing? text message. once he gets more comfortable, he’ll start sending pictures of things that remind him of you

example of his text style: “Hey :) What are you doing, y/n?” yeah, and he has auto caps on. he never thought about turning that off

he’s just glad that you can’t tell that his palms are sweaty as he typed that out.

regarding face times, and calls, he takes them pretty quickly. pretty much after the first ring. he tries not to, but he panics when he sees your caller id, and the idea of accidentally hanging up on you haunts him.

btw, your nickname is set to “aaaa this is y/n ❤️” and he puts the A’s on front, so that you’d be on the top of his contact lists.

bakugō katsuki

uh.. he’s kind of bad at it, but it’s intentional.

first and foremost, katsuki prefers talking in person. he might get called a grandpa for that, but he couldn’t care less tbh. he rarely picks up on calls, and the only time he bothers on picking up, is if you call him, or if it’s his mother. he’s very straightforward too! no beating around the bush here

example of his text style: “No.” “I’m coming over.” “Answer your damn phone.” rarely uses emojis, unless if he’s sarcastic

oh, and did i forget to mention that he makes sure to use the period at the end of every sentence? it’s super intimidating, like.. you’d assume he’s mad, but he’s only does that as an indicator that the convo is over

usually not nervous when you guys are exchanging messages, but he does get surprised when he sees you calling him. he answers quick, so if he doesn’t want to talk to you, he’ll just decline your call 💀

your nickname is set to “dumbass 😐” but you changed it to “dumbass <3” he doesn’t bother on changing it back

todoroki shotō

he’s actually decent (surprise? hm.. maybe?)

even though shotō prefers in person, and face to face conversations (especially with a special person like you) he’s great at replying, and picking up your calls. with everyone else, he’s used to sticking with text messages, and staying silent, until his name is mentioned, or if anyone asked for his input. in regards with you? he’d drop everything just to answer you!

example of his text style: “y/n, could i come over?” “may i come over for some cuddles?” auto caps are off, he uses caps when he needs to.

his sarcasm also grows during text, like.. if you’re sick, and if you ask him if he’ll come over, shotō will reply with “no, i’m going to train. of course i’m coming over” also uses emoticons like :) and <3 a lot

surprisingly eager to answer your text messages and calls. as soon as he sees that you’re calling, or if you sent him a message, he’ll immediately answer.

of course, your nickname is sent to “my love <3” and it has been that way ever since he started liking you. and no, he won’t change it, even if you beg him to

shinsō hitoshi

dry ass texter :/ and it’s not even funny on how bad he is (on the regular)

hitoshi just.. never had the reason to text you? well again, it’s not like he hated the idea, but he just preferred being with you more (quite similar to todoroki) he usually has all of the group chats he’s in on mute, and he never answers within minutes. the shortest time he took to reply was 5 minutes, but that’s about it. otherwise, your reply comes in roughly 3 hours! okay but.. he won’t ghost you. that’s different. he’s just shit at picking up and replying

example of his text style: “ok” “yea” “im going to your room, don’t ask” he’ll send a crude meme to make up for his dry text messages, and his auto caps are always off. also uses emojis like <3 and >:(

never picks up on calls, if you don’t tell him before hand. he has his own thing going on, so unless you tell him first, he won’t really bother on picking up.

but he’s nocturnal, so most of the time, he finds himself talking to you more around 11pm and beyond. eventually, the dry text messages disappear, and then comes in the subtly flirty hitoshi. so yeah, he might be absolute ass at calls and texts, but he’ll talk when you’re asleep probably

your nickname is set to “kitty” or “the other half of me” because yeah <3

kaminari denki

the best at texting, out of all of them.

sends you messages on a regular, to the point that he could be in the same room as you, and he’d send you a funny tiktok, even when he could just show you personally. the only time he doesn’t pick up, or answer your calls immediately is if he’s playing games with his besties, but of course, he makes sure to tell you that first.

example of his text style : “hey shawty 😩✋‼️‼️‼️ can i pls come over 🤩” “ugh why do you have to be studying rn, can’t you do something else in my presence 😔 #wounded” uses a tone of emojis, and hashtags when he wants to mess with you

with calls, it takes him a few rings for him to pick up, and when he accidentally misses your call, he’ll ring you up right away. ‘shawty please pick up 🥺‼️‼️‼️ i was taking the fattest dookie’ yeah, he tells too much detail sometimes.

his nickname for you is “shawty bae y/n” or “the best person to hug, kiss, and annoy” he gets creative, and he changes it depending on his mood.

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[shes-coming-clean]

Green Day Documentary Reviews Pt 2

The last one of these seemed to make people happy, and because my brain refuses to think about anything but this band right now, might as well do something productive with that. So here is part 2!

Today’s doc: Green Day: Born To Be (2016)

I decided to get this one over with because I didn’t remember liking it the first time, and wow, it’s even worse than I remember. So this review is going to be a lot more negative overall because oof this one pisses me off. Honestly, one of its strongest qualities is that its only 24 minutes, so at least you don’t have to suffer too long.

Pros

* It focuses on their lives from childhood up through American Idiot and includes a decent amount of detail.

* They don’t have any present day interviews recorded specifically for this documentary, which means they have to get really creative piecing old interviews together to tell a coherent story. And they do that well...about half the time (more on that later)

* There are Portuguese subtitles so that’s nice. We love accessibility in this house

* There is a mention of Two Dollar Bill! Love to see it. Unfortunately, they get the nickname wrong and call him Two Dollar Billie (How do you miss the play on words there?) but still, it’s a nice detail to include

* They actually discuss Billie and Mike’s childhoods in some detail. Tré does not get the same treatment but A for effort - 2 out of 3 aint bad.

And that’s it for pros. On to the cons. We’ll focus on the nitpicky stuff first

* This video only has audio in one ear if you’re using headphones, which is kinda unusual for this channel, so I wonder if there was some kind of mistake uploading it.

* They only seem to have footage from the Dookie era and onward so when they talk about stuff before that, they either use a mix of a couple of old photos of the band, generic stock footage, or more modern video clips. I understand that you have to work with what you have, but this is kind of distracting when you’re hearing the narrator talk about their informal audition for Lookout Records, but you’re hearing and seeing the Good Riddance music video. Like, I’d give it a pass if the song at least commented on or shared an emotion with that part of the story but it just feels random. They really don’t seem to have put too much thought into when they use certain clips, so the performances on screen aren’t always from the time period they’re taking about - even later on in the story. This, and the lack of a clear structure can make it hard to tell what year/era they’re talking about at any given moment.

* They have to rely on past interviews to do a lot of the story telling, but once again, they don’t always care too much about time period and will clip sections out of context. For example, they take a clip of Billie from roughly ‘95 talking about how the last few years have been crazy, and make it about their career downturn in the early 2000s, even though you can CLEARLY see he’s younger than in the other clips.

* There is a narrator who fills in the parts of the story not conveyed in clips which is a good choice...except that he’s really annoying. I can’t tell if it’s his voice or the script he’s been given, but either way, it’s not great.

* The narrator says that all three band members divorced or separated from their wives in the late 90s/early 2000s, except...that didn’t happen. Billie and Adrienne had a rough point, sure, but they didn’t separate or divorce.

So far, most of my critiques have not been massive. I still probably could’ve enjoyed a doc at least a bit even if it had those problems, a lot of which seem to be due to a lack of resources and having to make do with what they had. I can understand that. The same does not hold true for this next part, which is, how they framed the band’s jump to a major label and the years that followed.

Every band, actor, or public figure of any kind will usually have some kind of signature question or complaint that everyone either levies against them or debates. Green Day’s is basically “are they real punks or are they sellouts?” At this point, I think this question is pretty stupid and I have a lot of problems with the mindset behind it (I think it has a lot to do with classism and sexism, but that’s for another time), but it’s part of the band’s public persona at this point, so any documentary has to at least touch on it. Most docs tend to frame the backlash against the band after they sighed with Reprise as the petty complaints of jealous gatekeepers who were pissed that the band was inviting normies into their punk club. Basically, there was nothing Green Day could’ve done about it - it was going to happen either way.

But this doc takes it for granted that Green Day absolutely sold out, and not just that, they fundamentally changed and stopped being punk. Which, like, are we listening to the same album? The only real difference between Kerplunk (released before they signed with a major label) and Dookie (their major label debut) is that the second had an actual budget. The sound and subject matter is very very similar. They were never super “hard core” to begin with - in fact, it was their catchy melodies that made them stand out. Nothing in their style changed. Honestly, I would argue that Dookie has a lot more songs about being angry and punk than Kerplunk does. The only difference is its higher production quality. So, when this doc says things like they “lost their hard fought identity” I honestly don’t know what the hell they’re talking about. And this isn’t just me being a fan. The doc says they changed, it says they stopped being punk, but it doesn’t offer any evidence to substantiate that claim. We’re just supposed to hear the ominous music and the out-of-context clips (which were mostly self-deprecating jokes) and believe it.

When they do provide details, most of them are wrong, or at very least, misleading. For example, they claim that the backlash only happened after the band released the second and third singles off of Dookie, “Basket Case” and “When I Come Around” respectively. It claims that the first single, “Longview” was punk enough to make fans happy while the other songs weren’t, which...ok - I just don’t think you can claim “Longview” is any more punk than the other songs. Honestly, it’s kind of a departure from their normal sound into a more jazzy style. I don’t think you can argue that it’s any more punk than “Basket Case” unless you’re claiming that singing about masturbation makes something inherently punk. Like, what are we even defining as “punk” at this point? Also, the backlash started long LONG before any song off the album had ever been released. It started as soon as they signed with Reprise, so claiming it was because people didn’t like the music is just dishonest.

Overall, I really feel like this doc has a very strange tone, especially for a piece of media supposedly promoting their newest album (Revolution Radio). It pays lip service to how great and accomplished the band is, but takes every opportunity to trash them. Because it goes so hard on the “they sold out” narrative, it implies that the success of American Idiot is just because they got lucky that people liked the product of their lack of artistic integrity. I am more than ok with criticizing a band - even one I like, and I don’t mind when a doc does try to do more than just praise Green Day, but those criticisms have to be backed up. And the whole question of “selling out” is just so so stupid at this point. This doc came out in 2016 - was the most pressing issue that year really whether or not a band stopped being punk 25 years ago? 

So, thanks for coming to my ted talk. I hope you liked it and if there’s any other Green Day docs you want me to review next, please let me know. These have been a lot of fun to write and I’m so happy that people seem to like it.

[monofpoke4life]

What Goes Around...

The discord I’m a part of had a Secret Santa, so here’s the zagr fluff I wrote. Please Enjoy.

"Stupid Zim! Stupid Dib! Stupid stupid field trip," Gaz growled as she hastily wiped away her silent tears. Her words echoing off the empty bathroom walls.

She shivered as she wrapped her arms around herself tighter, providing what little warmth she could for her bare upper half. Her cheeks flaming with what had happened earlier. 

Her eyes closed as what transpired just five minutes ago replayed in her head. 

She waded out into waist deep water to cool off, and to give her Game Slave a break. She was enjoying the contrast of the sun on her face and shoulders and the cool water at her waist when she heard it.

The fucking insane screaming of her brother and Zim, as they fought about who knew whatever it was they were fighting about. Rolling her eyes, she dove under, and resurfaced a moment later, content to ignore them and resign their blathering to the background as always. 

That had been her first mistake as she took the chance to subtly adjust her bikini top, frustrated that she tied it a tad too tight. She should've paid more attention, and then maybe she wouldn't be in this damn mess that she now found herself in.

Suddenly, she made her second mistake as she heard Dib's annoying screams rapidly growing closer, and turned around just in time to see Dib flying at her.

Her wide eyes narrowed as she regained her composure to briefly glare at the proud green bean, on the beach, who had just yeeted her brother in her direction.

With a sigh, she had stepped back to avoid getting crushed by Dib's average-but-fun-to-tease large head, and that's when she stepped into her third mistake. She should've taken more than one step. She should've gotten the hell out of there! But no. She calmly waited so she could taunt him about it.

However, whatever clever remark on the tip of her tongue was lost as a flailing Dib made contact with the water with a sickening slap of skin, and his hand desperately reached out to catch himself on anything he could use to pull himself up with. 

A gasp escaped her lips as she was suddenly jerked forward by her bikini top. A millisecond later, as Dib disappeared beneath the murky lake water, there was a tug, the tearing of fabric, and then weightlessness. The unsettling kind that let her know that her brother wasn't hanging on her anymore...because there wasn't something to hang onto anymore.

Her eyes squeezed shut at the part of the memory. Her cheeks burned, her throat grew tight, and her teeth ground together at the memory of her practically punching herself in the chest in her attempt to cover herself. She didn't have time to punish her brother as she took off to the closest building, the bathrooms, where she now found herself locked within.

"Fucking bullshit," Gaz snarled and slammed a fist into the side of the stall. She hated to act dramatic like one of her ditzy classmates that this was, "the end of the world," but it was! Oh it absolutely was! At least, it was to her reputation.

  Now, after this horrible incident, even if they were still scared of her, they would still snicker at the memory of the girl who flashed the lake. No matter how many beatings she gave or threats she made, her reputation would forever remain tarnished for the rest of her time at school.

"When I get out of here those idiots will pay! Not even gnats will find their entrails when I-"

Her rant was cut short as she heard the restroom door open. 

With a frown she quietly pulled her legs up to rest her feet upon the seat as she didn't want anyone to know she was still here. She just wanted to hide or evaporate into the ether. Just anywhere but there, and just forget about that day.

As the women did their business and gossiped afterwards in front of the mirrors as they primped their hair and reapplied makeup, Gaz quietly sighed and buried her face into her knees.

This was the worst day of her life, and it couldn't get any worse.

"LITTLE GAZ WHERE ARE YOU?"

"AHHH!"

"A boy!"

"This is the girl's room!"

"Get the fuck out!"

"You filthy, flabby skinned hyoomans cannot tell the mighty ZIM what to do! I shall leave when my business is done!!!"

As chaos graced her ears, Gaz groaned and gently hit her head against her knees repeatedly. Apparently things could get worse, and the dookie was going to hit the fan.

"We're getting security!"

"Begone MOPS!"

Gaz couldn't stop the snicker from escaping her lips at the misspoken meme as the door banged shut behind the pack of screeching harpies. 

As the door bounced open, and slowly drifted shut, Gaz became hyper aware that she and Zim, who was apparently looking for her, were the only ones left alone inside.

Wanting to get this done sooner rather than later, Gaz lowered her feet, straightened her back, and crossed her arms over her chest, as she growled, "What do you want, Zim?" 

At the sound of her voice, Zim pivoted on his heel, boots scratching against cement, and strutting towards her stall. 

"My reasons, Little Gaz, are my own," he sneered, as she watched his boots stop in front of her stall and turn around. Not daring to take a chance at looking at her. Smart guy. For once.

Gaz opened her mouth to say something back, but stopped as a breeze from the open window sent a chill down her spine. 

Shuddering, Gaz barely heard the sound of ruffling clothing, but she did hear the slight jostle of the stall door. Her head snapped up, and her eyes widened. There, hung over the door and held in place, was Zim's outer, magenta tunic.

"What's that for?" She growled impatiently. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, especially seeing it without an ulterior motive. Not that she didn't try to see one. However, she couldn't think of one. It's not like he planned this. He wasn't smart enough for that, especially with how hard he tried to get out of this field trip. Not to mention to have the brains to understand she'd be vulnerable in a moment like this.

It was silent for a moment, before Zim awkwardly cleared his throat.

"A soldier should not be caught without armor."

Okay...maybe he understood more than she thought.

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously before she stood up, gently yet quickly, plucking it out of his grasp.

The material wasn't so bad. This would do to fetch her things so she could properly change. Maybe she'll just maim him a bit.

However, as she began to pull it over her head, she froze at what he said next.

"I-I...Zim is sorry."

"What?"

"I threw the Dib-weasle at you on purpose in the hope that you would doom him. I did not anticipate the loss of your chest thingy."

Her fists clenched the alien material, pulling it down and into place, as she slowly inquired, "If you knowingly messed up, then why are you here? Shouldn't you be running and screaming?"

"Hmph, Irken Invaders never run."

"Then what was last Thursday?"

"...A strategic retreat."

"A very loud strategic retreat."

At that, Zim grew silent. Clearly throwing a silent fit that she had a point, Zim refused to acknowledge her statement, for that would mean admitting she, a "stinky human" was right.

She merely smoothed out the wrinkles of the sleeveless tunic, and quietly basked with a smirk upon her lips. At least something got a predictable response from him. But, seriously, what was up with him? First the tunic and now an apology? What was next?

Gaz opened the stall and Zim immediately jumped back. His back brushing against the adjacent sink. He looked back and tugged at his light-pink, long sleeved shirt to make sure it didn't come into contact with any sink water. Finding none, he instinctively wiped his gloved hands against his black leggings.

"You never answered my question, Zim."

"Eh? What question?"

Gaz took a deep breath, one arm still crossed over her chest, as the tunic, which made a nice coverup, was still quite thin.

She took a threatening step forward. Zim gulped at this, as she elaborated, "Why aren't you 'strategically retreating from me?"

At this, Zim straightened his back and shoulders, arms clenched at his sides, and eyes closed. He looked like he was ready to face a firing squad, and with the wrath she's inflicted upon him in the past, that comparison was highly accurate.

He raised his chin up high, sweating bullets, as he finally answered. "To run from you is pointless. I know no matter where I go, no matter where I hid- retreat to, you, Little Gaz, would find me despite my far superior Irken training. I came to you, sparing your pitiful human time and effort, in hopes that you may hurt me less than you normally would."

Ah. That made sense. Zim would do anything to save his own skin. 

"Turning yourself in? That's all?" She inquired with suspicious eyes and incredulous brows raised. Shouldn't he be bragging and begging for extra mercy for the "peace offering" he provided as well?

At this, Zim's eyes opened, suddenly relaxed, as he shrugged.

"Erm eh, yeah that's about it."

"Nothing else you did to escape a nightmare world of pain?"

"Nope. Nothing."

Gaz glared at him, and watched his every movement, watching for his body language to give himself away as usual. However, he just stood there, blinking owlishly at her.

Her cheeks started to feel warm, but she easily fought it down as she quickly closed the short distance between them. 

"Ow!!!" Zim yelled in pain as his hand flew up to his throbbing shoulder. Despite, "surrendering" himself to her punishment, he glared indignantly at her as she pulled her fist away.

"That, whiner, is for throwing Dib at me and causing all of this!"

Her free hand pulled back again, and Zim froze with his eyes clenched shut, expecting another hit. However, the pain never came even as he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders. He squeezed his eyes tighter as he was jerked sideways, probably to be kneed or something, and yet nothing happened except his side bumping into hers.

Zim's eyes flew open just in time to see her release him from her one-armed hug. 

He didn't get a chance to fully process it, as Gaz softly said, "And that's for lending me this. I can actually get my stuff from the buses now and change. Thanks."

"Oh, heh heh, of course. Totally did that on purpose. You may praise Zim more, Gus."

As Gaz opened the door, she frowned and rolled her eyes before she asked, "Hey, where is my brother anyway?"

"The Dib-feet? He ran into the forest when you ran in here."

She huffed. Of course he did.

However, this information made her smirk to herself, and when she opened the door, the sight beyond her made her smirk widen.

"Ya know, maybe when I find Dib, maybe I'll doom him a little extra. Just for you."

Out of the corner she watched him punch the ai as he exclaimed, "Yes! Just as I planned! Victory for ZIM!"

She rolled her eyes with a small smile at that, before she began to the long treck to the parking lot. 

Zim came to the doorway and stood, watching her go with his chest puffed in pride. 

She gave a wave as she, not even looking back, called, "Thanks again, Zimothy."

At the use of her demeaning, non-Zim name, Zim began to throw a small gremlin fit. However, he didn't get very far, didn't even get to scream or yell, as the women from before, with park rangers, swiftly approached him.

"There he is, officer! That's the little pervert who went inside the girl's restroom."

Meanwhile, as Gaz kicked a pinecone along the asphalt, she snickered as Zim's screams could be heard from off in the distance. Maybe she'd make it up to him some day, but for now, she'd bask in the karma freebie the universe gifted to her.

[dalgikiss]

Urban Loneliness // k. bakugou

index

part 6

You hold up the jar where the freshly coughed up flower was contained before giving it to Recovery Girl who only took it with a worried look.

“Awh, come on” You say, smiling softly “It’s pretty isn’t it?”

Your breathing is slightly labored as you cough into the mask she had given you upon arrival. Your skin had turned duller, eyebags darker and the coughs were now much more frequent. She only gives you a disapproving look, one that told you what was happening was no laughing matter.

You only lean forward in your chair, resting your chin on your palm. “This is my emotional support system” you tell her, half joking, half serious. “Please compliment my flower” you pout, “I made this! It’s a result of my hard work, blood, swea-”

You never get to finish your sentence when you cough again. After a particularly hard cough, you lift a side of your mask away to spit out another full flower. Recovery Girl is quick to take it off your hands, pushing you to lean back in the chair. You compile easily, chest heaving as you took in deep breaths.

“It’s getting worse” Recovery Girl says, “Have you found out who it is that’s causing this?”

You nod miserably, fishing around your bag to take out a throat lozenge, courtesy of shitty Bakugou. “Yeah. He has a girlfriend”

A moment of silence passes before she nods. “I see”

You put the lozenge in your mouth even though it does nothing to soothe your aching throat, staring blankly at the ceiling. “So what now doc?”

“Have you tried telling him?” She asks and you can only snort at this, already imaging the kind of reaction that Bakugou would give you. “in some rare cases, the flowers seem to go away after their true feelings are spoken”

You only shake your head.

“Then you need to get the surgery”

You shake your head again, much more vigorously this time. “I don’t want to” Her eyes are sympathetic. “You have to”

“I don’t want to” you say stubbornly. The taste of the minty lozenge turned disgusting in your mouth quickly.

“There’s no other option”

You stay silent for a few moments, the thundering of your heart seemingly extremely loud in the quiet room. Recovery Girl taps the side of your jaw and you spit out the lozenge in a nearby trash can so you can open your mouth. She peers inside with an otoscope and pulls away, shaking her head.

“You need to make a decision soon” She reminds you and you only sigh in response. “I know, I know, I just- I want to still love. I want to love my parents, love my friends, love the stupid pearl milk teas that kinda taste like dookie from the 7-11 across the street, I want to love someone that loves me back. I don’t want to be a robot” You admit quietly, looking down at your thumbs to avoid her gaze.

Recovery GIrl only sighs, whispering a soft “I know”. She gives you a new jar and a box of face masks which you take gratefully.

“Think about it soon” she tells you, “You have to make a decision before it gets worse”

You stand up and thank her for her help, pushing open the door to her room only to walk straight into Bakugou.

“Watch where you’re going, idiot”

Caramel, he always smell like caramel

You look straight ahead instead, pushing past him. “Todoroki!” You call out, getting his attention because just the sight of Bakugou makes you want to throw up even more. It hurts to yell, voice grating against your throat but you’re relieved when Todoroki stops in his tracks to look back at you.

“Don’t ignore me, what the fuck” Bakugou’s hand reaches out to grab around your upper arm but you swerve, clumsily rushing to where Todoroki stood waiting for you. You link arms with him instead, heterochromic eyes taking note of the way you so desperately avoid Bakugou and the way Bakugou’s sneer only grows deeper when you reach him.

“Please, let’s go somewhere, anywhere” you whisper, slightly tugging on his sleeve. He looks down and then at Bakugou one more time before leading you down the hallway.

Todoroki looked down at the way your fingers grabbed his sleeve, the color of your knuckles turning the same color of his white uniform. “Are you okay?”

You release his sleeve from your hold. “Ah shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was holding onto you that hard”

He only smiles as consolation. “You okay?” His eyes drift towards the face mask box you had been holding. “Cough not getting any better?”

“Something like that”

You thank him when he hands you his thermos of tea. “Warm things help your throat” He says and you take it from him gratefully. You’re dizzy from the way he looks at you, soft eyes and warm smile.

I don’t want to lose this

“I know” He says out of the blue and you’re taken out of your thoughts, looking at him blankly. “Hmm? Know what?”

He gestures to your face mask and then your throat. “Midoriya told me” he answers, his voice coming out in a lilt at your bewildered expression.

“Wha- how does Midoriya know?” but you cut him off before he can answer, “Oh you’re kidding me!” You pointed at Todoroki, finger poking into his chest. “Did Mina tell him? Or Kirishima?” He stumbles backward against your assault, a cold hand grabbing yours before you can poke him once more.

“Midoriya told me because Uraraka told him and Uraraka knows because Mina told the girls to keep Bakugou away from you” He says and you’re just about ready to go find Uraraka to kill her when he holds you back. “I understand this is a secret so I haven’t said a word to anybody else” You rest your head against his shoulder, whispering your thanks. He awkwardly places his hand against your back in his attempt to hug you and you laugh.  

“Thank you” You pull back from his shoulder before looking ahead of you determinedly. “Now, we go find Uraraka and Mina because I’m going to kill them”

[creativeskullcreations]

HTaHHQ Episode 3: The Vengeance of an Artist (part 2)

And here's the final part! Looks like the prank went pretty well, and Stacy's warmed up to another Puppet. At least, to the point where she won't run in fear. Maybe, she'll even help him with more stuff in the future.

Next episode will be out... idk. Might be the next thing I write actually. Until then, hope y'all have a good time. :D

"Miss Stein, I have a job for you."

"I don't have to do any jobs for you." Stacy told him, voice kept deliberately even. Nick felt a little put out, holding Scout up by her arm. The handpuppet just hung there,

"You doing one for Daisy." he argued, pointing at the little blue annoyance. Stacy huffed and, to his shock, stalked forward to outright snatch the smaller Puppet from his grasp.

"Don't hold her like that!" She admonished, settling Scout on her head. "Daisy will kill you if you hurt her."

'How odd.' He thought, watching Stacy handle the little cretin. Outwardly, he sighed. "Yes yes, I'm well aware of her temper. Now, come along. We have a job to do."

"We have to wait here for Mary." Stacy told him sternly, and he smirked.

"Oh, don't worry about her. She'll be busy for quite a while yet."

In the writers' room, Mary slammed her hands on her desk in frustration, a mess of papers spread out in front of her. "Why the fuck does he always wait until Friday to request plot and script changes?!"

"She'll be done soon enough, but it gives us enough time for you to help me." Nick told Stacy, who frowned. This wasn't good at all.

"... I still need to stay with Danny though." She tried, desperate to find any reason to refuse. This wasn't at all like when Scout took her to the playroom.

"He can come with and help." Nick told them, turning and starting to wheel away. "Now, come along. We're wasting time."

Danny seemed happy enough to tag along, but Stacy kept a tight grip on his hand as they followed Nick down the hall and to the elevator by the door. He inserted his key card, and then stood aside to let the kids on first. Stacy climbed into the tiny box nervously. The only reason she was deciding to trust him was because she knew the playroom was up there, and she could hide in there with Danny if needed.

Up, up, up they went, to the highest floor. And then down the winding halls to a plain door with a hazard sign and the words KEEP OUT underneath it in bright red. It was also covered in various science themed stickers, like cartoonish beakers full of bright colors, and various medical tools. It didn't take a genius to know who slept in here.

"Why are we outside of Riley's bedroom?" Stacy asked, and then immediately regretted it when Nick coughed lightly into his fist. That was the cue that he was about to go into a monologue. She recognized it, because he used to do it at least once a episode in the show.

"Well, since she stole my beloved paints, I've decided to do some research into her "science", and found that replacing her beakers with these ones made of sugar glass will be hilarious." He held out the beakers, and scoffed when he noticed Stacy's look. "Oh don't give me that look, she keeps all her dangerous chemicals elsewhere. She just likes to keep her beakers for the show up here where it's "safe". It'll be great when they melt during Monday's filming."

"And why do you need me?" The girl asked. She fought the urge to cross her arms and tap her foot, though her impatience still leaked into her voice.

"I'm banned from Riley's room." Nick deadpanned, and it took everything Stacy had to not facepalm. Of course. "Also, Danny told me you're good at breaking into places you're not supposed to be."

"Danny! That's a secret!" She rounded on him, feeling her face go hot.

"But Nick asked!" The boy insisted unapologetically. "And besides, you said it was a good skill."

"No, I said it was a good skill to know, not a good skill by itself. Also, stop telling people stuff about me!" She looked mad, and Nick thought that was a good thing. Certainly a better look then the scared little girl he and the others usually saw. Now if he could just encourage her to lose the baggy shirts... but no. Plan the makeover for another time. For now, it was time for revenge!

He cleared his throat, wheeling closer and holding the box of beakers out. "Will you do it, or not?" He asked bluntly, and Stacy crossed her arms.

"I am not getting involved in your stupid little-"

"I'll give you fifty dollars." He whipped out the fifty from a hidden pocket in his sweater, and the girl stopped mid sentence. After a beat she snatched the bill, turning and crouching in front of the door. She tucked the money under her right glove, pulling out a couple of slim tools as she did so.

"I can't believe I'm selling myself for a fifty." She muttered as she unlocked the door. It was surprisingly simple, and it made her feel uneasy as she put the tools away. She grabbed the box of beakers, then handed off Scout. She peered inside, noting the lack of Riley or Rosco. "It looks empty." She told Nick, who waved her on.

With a nervous swallow, she entered the too bright room, the door closing most of the way behind her. There was a large table in the middle, and a messily made bed shoved in one corner. The walls were covered in shelves that were full of books on all sorts of subjects. Any other time, and she would've loved to see just what kinds of books were there. But, she had a job to do.

She crossed to the shelf that held the box of beakers, and quickly swapped it for the identical fakes. Holding the box of real beakers close, she crossed the room back to the door. she heard something open behind her, Riley's voice drifting through. Thinking quick, she ducked under the table, hopeful it would be enough.

"Let's see, if we do the mentos experiment again that should be good enough. Could have the kiddies make volcanoes..." She muttered as she wheeled past. Stacy stayed huddled down, hands over her mouth to muffle her breathing. She watched the stand stop by a shelf, followed by the sound of fabric hitting fabric as she threw something to the bed. "Maybe baking soda? That might work better. Or maybe as a comparison between the two... Yes! That would be fantastic for an experiment!" Pencil against paper, and then the sound of things being moved. Stacy threw a desperate look towards where the door was still ajar.

Technically, Stacy could sneak out if she was quick. Riley was still talking to herself, and seemed distracted enough. But, she didn't know which way the Puppet scientist was facing. If she was facing the door, Stacy would be caught immediately, and then they'd all be in deep dookie. And she couldn't check, because, again, deep dookie if she was caught.

But, she couldn't just sit there for forever. And so, with a deep, quiet breath, Stacy leaned carefully out from under the table, just enough to check where Riley was looking. To her luck, it looked like her attention was completely absorbed by the books. A glance back at the door showed it had opened a little bit wider, with Scout, Nick, and Danny all peering in at her. Okay, she could work with this.

Carefully, she set the box of beakers down with as little noise as possible. With any luck, they wouldn't be noticed under the table. She then resettled into a runners starting position, noting how Nick was on her left and Danny on her right. 'Perfect.'

With a bang she burst through the door, grabbing Nick's sweater while scooping her brother up in her right arm. She managed to turn and drag them both out of sight as a startled "What the-" followed her out of the room. She turned another corner before finally letting go of both of them, hopeful that Riley hadn't seen them. And that she wouldn't try and follow them.

Unfortunately for Nick, he had been precariously balanced on one wheel during the escape. So, when Stacy let go of his sweater, he tipped over immediately with a loud thump. Scout landed on his chest, having been safely in his arms during the whole thing.

"That was totally awesome!" She yelled, as Stacy tried to shush her. She was still holding Danny, who was clapping, and thus didn't have a hand free to stop the Puppet from flinging herself at her face.

"Scout, shut up!" She hissed, grabbing her. She covered her mouth and waited to make sure Riley hadn't heard. "You can't let her know we're up here, or we could get in trouble."

"Oh please, like I'd let that happen." Nick had somehow righted himself, "standing" straight as ever and talking in a low voice. "Besides, you at least get to be up here since you became Scout's babysitter. Don't pout, it's true." He told Scout when she opened her mouth to object.

"Yeah, but we should still get out of here before she finds us!" Stacy insisted, ignoring Danny's pushing at her arm. She finally noticed as he kicked her side, jumping a bit and putting him down. "Oh, sorry Danny." She grabbed his hand, not wanting him to wander off and alert Riley.

"Right. Come along, this way." He led them down another hallway, a different way to get to the elevator without having to backtrack. This time there was no place to slide a key-card, which made sense. They were already in the forbidden area after all. They got inside, staying quiet the whole ride down.

Once back on the main floor, Stacy expected to go back to the Sound Stage, where her and Danny were before. Instead, Nick led them to the writing offices, and she watched as the Puppets and Danny disappeared into Mary's office. Stacy hung back, lingering in the hall to look around a little.

The doors had windows with frosted glass on them, like in the old noir movies her dad liked to watch. As a result she couldn't see inside, so instead she crouched down to peer into the keyhole of Mortimer's office.

The Puppet was there, bent over some paperwork, hat sitting on the desk next to him. Stacy thought he looked weird with it off, and not how he was supposed to. She looked away after a moment, content the magician wasn't doing anything potentially dangerous to anyone. Instead she finally followed the others into Mary's office, where her stepmother was berating Nick for something.

She stepped into the room, letting the door close softly behind her and cutting off Mary's tirade.

"Oh, there you are! Go get your stuff Stacy, we're leaving now before I commit a murder." She told the girl, who nodded and quickly left the room again. Danny followed a moment later.

"Mommy's mad." He told her, and she nodded as her voice rose behind them.

"-and how DARE you do this to me now! You know better! Do I really need to talk to Mortimer about this again?!"

"Real mad. Let's hurry so we can get home!" Together they rushed to collect their bags from Stacy's locker. However, during the walk back, she couldn't keep her mind from wandering to the little adventure earlier.

'Maybe Nick's not so bad. He didn't say anything about my lock picking skills at least. Maybe... Maybe I could do more jobs for him. Later.'