#pls remove ur headphones

[tainted-liquor]

'Tiny hands; Little Baby ...ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ ft. 42Miles

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✩ingredients: Sugar, kisses, and baby powder!

˙⟡TWs: Cussing, Miles speaks mostly Spanish, so ready ur spanishDict

✩A/N: Miles is soft when it comes to his children. Its not ooc, he was based off of MY sisters father. parents usually 'calm down' after having babies. pls don't start complaining

When you think of the ideal father, you usually would think of two types of people. The happy-go-lucky super kind and outgoing person, or someone who balances both fun and order. You never in your life expected to be a mother, or even wanted kids as a matter of fact. But everything changed when you met him. Miles.

Admittedly, when you met in high school shit was rocky. Typical 'anti-social social' kid. Everybody knew him, but nobody was ever able to say they talked to him. But things slowly began to change as the school year passed, and you seemed to pop up more and more in each other's lives. Art projects, a shared interest in graffiti, seating charts in chem, and ending up at the same bodega during the wee hours of the night.

You waltzed into the small store, grabbing a tube of Pringles and a bottle of cherry Faygo. You had a project to get done within the next 5 hours and spent 3 days working nonstop so you wouldn't fail this semester. Your eyes were low and sleepy, your movement was slower than average and it looked like you had been crying. A lot. What is a girl supposed to do when she feels like her life is being drowned out by constant numbers and big words?

You waited by the counter, tapping away on your phone as you waited for the man behind the glass to finish making your chop cheese, slowly raising your head to see who just swung open the door. You made eye contact with Miles for a brief moment, nodding upward as a form of greeting before suddenly being startled. Miles's eyes widened for a moment, taking a tiny step back as he took in how sleepy you looked. Your hoodie wasn't even on properly, one arm completely off your shoulder and exposing a fraction of your black tank top to the world around you. "Well damn, nigga. I know I look like shit but don't make it obvious" you snorted, rolling your eyes as you dropped your head back to your phone screen.

"Oh, my bad. Just not used to seeing you outside of school" he shrugged, making his way to the counter to order his food and standing next to you in silence. You both tapped away on your phones, scrolling through your Instagram while you waited for your sandwich. There was nothing else to it, really. You both waved bye to each other as you left the store, silently building a smidge of a relationship compared to being just strangers. For the most part, it was like that at school too.

There was no real reason to talk to him, outside of a small hallway talk and a nod or a wave. And it stayed like that for a long time, until a random day in the school's library. Miles came strutting through the oak wood doors, seemingly pissed off as he slammed his supplies on a nearby table and started working silently. You side-eyed him, continuing to blast the music in your headphones until you felt a presence begin getting closer to you. You grabbed one of your AirPods, removing it from your ear as Miles stood over you.

"Hmm?" You hummed, looking up at him as you paused your music. He said nothing, only showing you a piece of paper with honors calculus work. "Do you need help?" you asked, scanning over the paper briefly before putting your AirPods in your case. He nodded, letting you take the paper from him as he leaned against the table. "Aight, sit down. I'm only doing one problem though" you muttered, scooting your chair over to make room for Miles.

When Miles left that table, you were closer than normal. You spent the rest of the afternoon helping him 'study' (talking to each other while he finished his work) and exchanging numbers and Instagram. "Good luck with your test!" You smiled, waving from across the room as he left the library. He gave you a nod before swiftly exiting, leaving people asking you left and right "What's Miles like?" You didn't think anything of it, at all.

You never would have imagined that that same boy would be the father of your child almost ten years later.

“MILES!” You shouted as loud as humanly possible. “SÍ? QUÉ HICE??” He shouted back from the kitchen. “MY FUCKING WATER BROKE START THE CAR!” You yelled as you stared down in absolute shock. And it was absolute chaos from there. Miles was practically stumbling out of the house as he ran to start the car, muttering curses as he ran up to get you out of your shared room.

Unfortunately for Miles, he had no idea what was happening. He was terrified but tried to be as supportive as possible through the entire situation. He was out cold for most of the delivery, having fainted 10 minutes in from anxiety. "Sir? SIR-!"

BOOM

But other than that, everything went amazing! He cried for 20 whole minutes when he got to hold his beautiful baby girl. "W-what...sniffle... are you going to...sob...name h-her, love?" he asked between a puddle of tears. You took a good look at your baby through soaked eyes, realizing she was born...quiet. She had one green eye, and one dark brown eye that was taken right from her father's face, a cute little button nose, and a head full of placenta-permed hair. She cried once the entire birth and remained silent the rest of the way, just like her nonchalant-ass daddy. "I'm thinkin' about...Asomi" you replied before bursting out in tears, causing Miles to burst even further into tears.

You attempted to reach for your baby, earning a watery glare from your boyfriend. "Nigga I JUST PUSHED HER OUT! GIMME MY BABY!" you giggled as you attempted to grab your daughter. "nuh-uh. I'm not done holding her" he retorted, flashing you a middle finger as he held Asomi even closer. "Miles Gonzalo Morales."

"Lo siento. Te amo mucho. Tú eres muy bonita y inteligente" he quickly replied as he handed your daughter over.

And from that moment forward, everything in Miles's life revolved around his beautiful family. He spent hours rambling on and on to 'Omi', as he calls her, about anything under the sun. "Entonces," Miles began as he attempted to give 'Omi a sink bath. "Tú mami me dijo que necesito hablar más inglés a ti. I won't though, cuz you're my lil princess" he whispered as he curved Omi's hair into a bubbly mohawk and giggled like a child. He played with the bubbly water, pretending to be one of the countless tiny rubber duckies she had floating around in the water.

"Alright, c'mon. Necesito vestir tú antes consigue frío" he giggled as he put the kid in a prowler onesie you told him not to buy. He blew raspberries on Asomi's little belly, earning adorable giggles from his daughter as he carried the tiny baby with one arm. He cleaned up some of the toys on the floor, briefly pushing them inside the toy bin before grabbing the tiny purple pacifier and soft wooly lamb-lamb plush. Omi clung to his shirt, laying her head on his shoulder as she held the tiny lamb-lamb plushie. Miles kissed her on the forehead, sat down on the couch, and fell asleep with Omi dozing off right beside him.

You came home to two of your two favorite people in the world snuggled up on the couch. Omi's tiny hand gripped Miles's shirt as Miles held her like an inmate protecting his tray. You giggled to yourself, snapping a quick pic for the memories before joining their 'nap circle'.

"G'night, pretty babies" you whispered, pressing kisses on both of their cheeks.

"Mmh...noches."

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[floofeh-purpi]

Getting isekai'd?! (Part 5)

Sagau! Genshin Fatui x Gn! Reader (ft. Your bsf)

『Beloved fluffball/s mentioned below! 💜』

@justmare @mc-cos-charm

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Warnings: Your bsf's a gremlin and a simp for u, swearing, grammatical/spelling errors, ooc 🤠👈, oh shit I accidentally posted this unfinished uhmmm if u saw this not cooked yet no u didnt, you being a bit of a sassy little shit, mentions of your vitiligo A G A I N, your bsf almost getting caught have feelings for you by uhm... you, I FORGOT YOUR DOG EXISTED IN PROBABLY THE LAST 2 CHAPTERS IM SORRY, you and ur bsf being a duo, my shitty attempts at making you laugh

【Part 4】

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"In their eyes, you are sweeter than honey. Your smile more radiant than the shine of the golden sun. Your eyes reflecting the light like precious stars in the night sky. The marks of Vitiligo on your skin like a celestial map that is to be cherished." By their I meant the harbingers and pretty much everyone in Teyvat. Also guys I tried my best on this part pls forgive me. 😔🙌

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"Finally those people left." Y/b/f/n thought before happily skipping their way into the 2nd floor and into your room because I imagined their the type to do this shit💀🤚 totally because they defenitely didnt wanna hang out mess with you.

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"N/nnnnn?" Your bsf called out your name before pouting when you weren't there. "Wharrr?" You sassily replied back before coming out of the bathroom. "Oh there you areeee, can we play together pleaseee~ 🥺👉👈" Y/b/f/n pleaded, you couldnt help but laugh. You just had to. Like bro look at them, they look like a puppy (you meant that affectionately). "Of course why not." Little do you know, you practically accepted having an e-date with your bsf. But you didnt need to know about that now do you? ;)

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"That divine presence we felt with their roomate...–" The Regrator putted his hand on his in a thinking position.

"We cannot be certain that it is our Holiness until we see their blood..." Dottore rudely cutted him off. "Now where the fuck is my funding."

"Bitch stfu I literally gave you your funding 5 hours ago. 💀🤚"

"Harbingers, return to your duties. For we still yet have to confirm if our Holiness has truly descended into Teyvat." The harbingers immediatly straightened up their backs as the Cryo Archon's serious tone.

"Yes your Majesty."

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You found yourself playing Minecraft yet you still didnt buy the spotify fucking premium with your y/b/f/n on the computer. Sounds of you cursing agressively in tagalog and bisaya could be heard from your best friend's room get them ear theraphy 😔 "PUTANG INA IM OVER HERE 👹" You screamed over your mic to your bestfriend, whose blocky character was going the opposite way of where you are. "Sorry teh/kol! 😰" Yes your friend is scared shitless of you being like this, but they know you're just being... well, you. "Damn it your lucky I love you...–" Y/b/f/n accidentally out loud in which you fortunately didnt hear. "Ha?"

"Hatdog."

"Litse."

"LeTs SeE! 😍"

Before you could affectionately say another curse word you suddenly heard something scratching your door. "Wait, afk-" you said to you bestie 4 life before removing your chunky ass headphones and opened the door.

"Awwww is my big baby in need of attention again???" You cooed while giving him/her belly scratches, the husky's tail wagging happily at the affection he/she's recieving.

After 30 minutes of you scratching d/n you finally stood up from your crouching position, with d/n whining at the lack of hand on his/her belly but stood up and following you.

You sat down on your gaming chair and picked up d/n and sat her/him on your lap. Happily while wagging her/his. You then putted back your headphones.

"Yo, back."

"Bro what the fuck took you so longgggg" Y/b/f/n's avatar ran around you in circles.

"Yati ka shut the fuck up d/n wanted to sit on my lap."

"Lucky dog..."

"What?"

"Nothang.... 😰" Your best friend said before you went back to your usual self. Again.

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The tsaritsa was in her palace's library. Searching for books about the signs for you returning to teyvat once again.

No.

No.

Wait "You x reader" books fucking exist?! She's so keeping the book.

Until she finally found a book that seemed actually legit. "Istg if this also isnt the one..." The Cryo Archon rolled her eyes in her head before she flipped open the book.

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YAYAYAYAYA DONE WITH PART 5! :D

【Part 6】

Published: July 1 2024. 8:02pm.

[what-is-this-bakwaas]

Kim Kardashian West 25/02/2019

Montreal, Canada

[cleric-slut]

“Do whatever you want” chapter { one } shigaraki x reader fic

A/N: hi!! I don’t expect anyone to read this or for this to get any notes but incase someone doessss... I’m practicing getting better at writing so pls try to enjoy n simply do not look at how all over the place this is lmao. The reader is based off an OC but u can imagine it’s u :-) ur quirk is plague, ya chubby, and also kind of a bad bitch. This is gonna be suuuuch a sexy slow burn. Ok have fun.

Warning: dead bodies, funerals, guns, light body shaming.

Pairing: shigaraki x reader

You shuffle your feet through the stone walkway, as you pass headstones, the occasional scattered dying flower petals, the cold morning air stinging your cheeks, even under the black face mask you’re wearing. You’re listening to music with headphones, walking with purposeful, heavy footsteps. The hike to your job, the funeral home, was a long one from the parking lot and you’ve done it a thousand times. But you’re not thinking about the walk, you’re trying to stifle your anxiety summoned nausea. You’ve been having the nightmares again, about people from your past. It had gotten better for a bit, but for reasons you weren’t aware of they were back. You huff to yourself, frustrated that you’ve allowed the intrusive memories to come back, somehow this is your fault, somehow, you failed to destroy whatever thought or behavioral pattern that made these thoughts plant themselves immobile in your mind.

You enter the funeral home, it’s 6 am, your director won’t be here for another few hours, you begin your opening rituals. Humming along to the music buzzing in your ears, giving a small dance and lipsyncing the most catchy parts. Most people would feel guilty doing this in a funeral home, but you’ve been working here for several years, and it’s like any other job to you now. “Shit I forgot to do the trash last night,” you mutter under your breath. You’re getting ready to take the trash out when out of the corner of your eye you see movement behind you.

You whip your head around and put your headphones down around your neck. ‘What was that?’

You take a step forward and listen for a minute....

Nothing.

You put your headphones back up.

you open the back door and successfully remove the trash, with a sigh you open the door, your vision immediately catches a hooded figure comically attempting to haul the casket you had left out last night specifically for the funeral this morning, through the hallway. You gasp, audibly and slap your mouth shut with your hand from instinct, all the while music still blasting in your ears. Now the figures head tilts up and sees you, you take a step forward and yell “what are you doing?” It’s not a question, but you’re so shocked you don’t know what else to say. Your quirk revs it’s engine, slowly beginning to release one of the many diseases you’ve gained a tolerance to growing up.

The person reaches behind them into their pocket, you defensively put your hands up, eye brows narrowing. ‘Don’t do it, bro’ echoes in your head. He whips out a gun and points it at you. In a split second you ask yourself ‘will he just threaten me to let him go? Or shoot me so I couldn’t report him?’ When he doesn’t immediately shoot you think ‘no, he knows I can’t see his face,’ your eyes dart to the protective keychain knife on your lanyard you have around your neck. ‘Not worth it, he’ll shoot, and he doesn’t know what my quirk is so he’ll probably be extra cautious, although because I have a regular job he might underestimate me,’ Your eyes shoot back up at him. Your plague quirk seeping into his lungs and blood stream. He’s infected, you just need to crank up the juice.

He says nothing but his hands tremble slightly, he clearly wasn’t expecting you to be here. “why don’t you put mrs. Gavinski down, bud?” You condescend, raising your hand slowly, as if to mediate. You hear him gulp. He looks at the casket, then at the door behind him. You speak up “my boss will be here any minute,” you lie, he wouldn’t be here for another hour and a half “I haven’t seen your face, you’re not wearing any unique clothes, I don’t know shit about guns so I couldn’t describe that to any cop, plus I’m not a snitch...but I guess that’s not really going to ease your mind considering a gun is to my head... sortve, your aim sucks,”

“I thought you didn’t know anything about guns?” The deep voice asks, he gives a light cough. You plug your ears before he finishes but still hear what he said. “you’re terrible at this, really, if I hear your voice that’s something I can describe to the police, but don’t worry I plugged my ears in time, you’re welcome,” you smirk. He coughs so hard he gags and spits, your heart starts racing. “Come on big guy, there’s no benefit in killing me, just walk away,”

He can no longer hear you over his hacking and desperate wheezes to catch his breath. He frantically claws at his throat, a pathetic attempt to stop coughing, as if he was trying to plea with his throat. He drops his gun. You walk over slowly, and pick the gun up and point it at him. “if you want it to stop then leave,”

He crawls to the door and flings himself out of the funeral home on all fours, as soon as he’s out of the door you lock it and diminish your quirk. You let out a winded breath of repressed panic. Your heart is pounding out of your chest. You run to the back door and lock it, immediately whipping your phone out to call your boss. He doesn’t answer. “That could’ve gone so seriously wrong, thank god that guy was an idiot,” you notice the corpse in the casket he left, makeup from the night before on her senior face. She was a powerful pro hero in her hay day but now she’s just someone’s grandma who’s being mourned. What did that guy want with her? There a twist of the front door knob that makes you yelp in fear. Is he back? you hear a key unlock, it’s your boss.

Hours later after dealing with giving your full report to the authorities and then having to go on with your work day as if nothing occurred because ya know, capitalism is a relentless daddy who “doesn’t do” after care, you found yourself writing the over all notes for the following day. Boss had gone home early and as usual you were doing his job even though you weren’t qualified for it and certainly didn’t get paid his salary for. You’re just a mortuary cosmetologist who somehow got roped into being his assistant. “Dead beat asshole I’m not your slave” you mutter under your breath as you write as messily as you can so he’ll struggle to read it in the morning. “Excuse me?” You hear a raspy, unhinged voice behind you, you twist around, shocked, eyes wide. You see a man with light blue hair, he’s disgusting, he reeks, his skin is jagged and looks worse than the corpses you deal with daily. You drop your clip board and pen in shock, taking a step back, but trying not to show weakness on your face. “s-shit who are you?”

“You have something of mine, and I’d like it now, please,” it was clear he wasn’t asking, you knew immediately he must be with the guy from earlier. But you don’t have the same leverage of not seeing what he looks like, he also probably knows your quirk since the guy was able to get back to him. “I should’ve killed your buddy,” you say coldly, clenching your sweaty fists.

The man smirks and exhales out of his nose in agreement. “Too late now though,” he sticks his hand out as if he’s casually asking you to hand him a dollar or something. You sigh, feeling as though you’re out of options, you glance at the corpse next to you, then back at him. “What do you want this thing so badly for?” You ask, already calculating how you’ll explain this to your boss in the morning.

He doesn’t move, he just keeps his eyes locked on you, hand out, smirk present. It’s quiet as you stare eachother down, both too stubborn to relent. As you’re staring at him, studying his features so you can describe them to the piggy in the morning, you notice his light blue hair, scratchy skin and cracked lips, red eyes... red eyes? Oh shit, you’ve heard this description before, is this the leader of the league of villains?

Your arms release lightly, eyes widen. His smirk deepens, he knows you know. “what the hell, I’m going to have to kill you anyway,” he shoved his hands into his pockets, and begins to pace the room, circling around you like prey. You gulp, trying not to panic. But at least now you know what his quirk is, as long as he doesn’t touch you, you’re Golden. You activate your quirk, infecting him with the same virus as the grunt from earlier that day. It’ll take at least 5 minutes for it to set in, so all you have to do is distract him and not get yourself killed. Your eyes close as he steps closer to your back, breath hot on your neck.

“you’ve heard the reports of strange monster like creatures attacking civilians? those are my pretty little nomus, and to create them I need bodies.” He uses two fingers to move your hair to the other side of your neck, revealing your ear to more easily whisper into. Goosebumps erupt up your body, you jerk your head towards him. You weren’t the type of girl to meddle, you honestly didn’t care if he took the corpse or what he did with it, you just knew that A. He’ll either kill you, or B. You’ll have to explain this to your boss. You lock eyes with him. ‘Think l/n, how do I get out of this situation?’ You clench your jaw, the hopelessness in your eyes gave shigaraki a chuckle.

‘How do I make him not kill me?’ You searched for the answer in his crimson eyes. He slowly reaches for your throat, teasing you with his final finger, as if he’s playing with his food. He licks his lips, clearly hungry to see your pretty skin turned to dust. You breathe while you can, closing your eyes to relax yourself. You turn back to him. “You need bodies—regularly. I could be your connection,” your faces inches away from eachother, you would’ve expected him to smell as repulsive as he looked, but he doesn’t smell like much of anything other than teakwood and dark liquor. His eyebrows raise, he seems surprised and amused by your offer, he waits for you to convince him. “My boss is an idiot, I basically run this place, I could make excuses. We’re the most popular funeral home for famous heroes families, which means the bodies have powerful quirks.” You scan his eyes for approval, but he has a strong poker face. He tightens his grip on your throat. “You’re just saying this to save your skin,” his voice is low, and sounds almost disappointed.

You wrap your fingers around his wrists and attempt to shake your head no. “No I admire you-“ is all you can choke out. “-I want to join-“

He doesn’t release you. “Really?” He asks, giving a toothy grin. You try to nod your head yes, eyes refusing to beg. “I hate heros too-“ your voice raising higher. He lets go of your throat, making you drop to your knees, petting your throat to soothe yourself, coughing and wheezing. You look up at him from the floor, glossy eyes peaking through your long lashes. Through coughs you insist “let me—join—you,”

“Oh you’re interesting,” he shifts his posture, extending his hand to help you up, pinky finger closed, was this an offer of peace? You hesitate, untrusting. “Come on, you’ve charmed me,” he drops down to your eye level, wiping the tears that had involuntarily dropped down your plump cheeks from the lack of oxygen.

the truth was that you really did agree with their world view. You really did resent heros, the way that they blamed people who had reasons for the things they did, or simply never had a choice to begin with, how they got to pick and choose who was valid in their reasons for harming people and who wasn’t. However, you weren’t exactly excited about getting involved, you were more the type to lay low and mind your business. Plus, shigaraki seemed like he was directionless, and also a loose cannon.

“Shigaraki,” you allow yourself to be honest with him, the tone in your voice lowering. “I truly am an ally, you never had to threaten or steal from me,” you both lock eyes again. His face looses all expression, he really is hard to read. But something in his eyes wants to believe you. “I could be a good asset to you,” your voice regained strength. He smiled, a genuine smile, not warm or wholesome, still really creepy, but genuine, which caught you off guard. “Jeez, you already convinced me,” he stood up and extended his hand again, this time you accepted. As you shook his hand, you released your quirk from the hold on his immune system.

You followed shigaraki back to his base in silence. You had no idea what to expect, would he kill you? Lock you up? Would you be allowed to go home? Are you seriously joining this group? Not that you really didn’t want to, you just hated getting involved in shit that wasn’t your problem.

You’re perfectly calm, you don’t ask him any questions, you’re not sweating or showing any signs of nervousness. The quiet is nice actually, the cold night calms the heat coming from your healing throat, you look at him, watching his strong arms carry the heavy corpse that you were too weak to carry yourself, despite your efforts. “You seem so scrawny but you got a hell of a grip on you, huh?” You decide to be playful with him, rubbing your throat. Since you’re probably going to be stuck with him for awhile, might as well try to be friendly. He gives a small grin and glances at you, without turning his head. “I’m not scrawny you’re just fat,” you turn to face him and narrow your eyes at his direction. You’re definitely plump, but he was just being an asshole. “and it’s sexy,” you defend your body, huffing and looking away. “Fuck me for trying to be nice,” you fold your arms in annoyance. He exhales a chuckle, clearly entertained by your reaction, you catch him eying the same body he insulted, just for a second, then forward.

When you two reach the wearhouse, he holds the door open for you. As soon as you enter, a voice is assaulting your ears. “That’s her! That’s the girl from this morning! What is she doing here, boss?” You immediately assume this was the grunt attempting to steal the same body shigaraki slaps on the ground. “Shut up,” shigaraki’s voice is a low rumble, and yet everyone quiets to listens to his command. “She’s with us now,” he sticks his hands in his pockets, appearing uninterested, he walks past them all. You stand there, unsure of what to do with yourself as everyone clearly seems confused, questioning his decision. As shigaraki disappears, everyone turns back to look at you. A charming looking older man with no fingers steps forward and puts his hand behind your back. “Come on kid, let’s get you a room.”

You hated this. Hated that you felt like you were being shown to your cell. “Am I going to be able to go home?” You ask him, admittedly seeming like a child. “In order to be useful to the league I’ll have to go back to work to cover my tracks,” you reason. “-paranormal liberation front,” he corrects, his voice seeming like he understood. “I’ll talk to the boss,” he comforted, opening the door and showing you inside. You were apprehensive, feeling like you were being thrown in and locked up. You sighed and accepted your fate, walking in.

You took in your surroundings. the walls were brick but the floor was a light gray smoothed cement, there was only a little hopper as a window near the ceiling above the bed, and a closet with no hangers. You go to open the door and it’s locked, you knew it. “God fucking dammit,” you kicked the door in frustration. ‘How the hell did I get here?’ You asked yourself, sliding down against the door until you found purchase on the freezing cold ground.

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Giran could hear Dabi and shigaraki were bickering about this as soon as he entered shigaraki’s room. “I don’t want to hear it,” he is clearly annoyed by Dabi attempting to tell him what to do. “We cannot trust this chick,” dabi protests. Giran walks in slowly and sits next to shigaraki, simply listening before speaking. “She will be a great resource to the PLF,” shigaraki takes a sip of his drink. “Besides-“ he gives a devilish grin “I’m not worried about not being able to trust her, fear is powerful motivation,” Dabi tosses his hands up in frustration. “Yes but loyalty is far more stable,” giran speaks up. “She could kill all of us, we don’t know how her quirk works, we could all be sick right now,” Dabi attempts to persuade them.

Shigaraki shakes his head. “No, if she wanted to kill me, she would’ve done it before she was in a locked room without a key,” Dabi sits in surrender on that point. “It doesn’t matter if you agree with me, she’s staying,” shigaraki funnels his drink and places it down on the table in front of him.

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You couldn’t help but feel like this was punishment for your past. You deserved this, probably. You put your head in your hands, not allowing yourself the pleasure of crying. You don’t deserve the self pity. A flash of them sobbing popped into the darkness of your mind. You shake it out of your head physically, standing up as you hear the door unlock from the other side.

The door opens, Giran and shigaraki appear. “We have some questions for you,” giran speaks first. Your face is expressionless as you wait for them to continue. They walk in and close the door behind them. “I’m sorry about this sweetheart, we just have to be careful, you understand,” Girans deep voice is genuinely comforting, you nod in understanding. And to be fair, this is exactly what you’d do if you were them too, however, you wouldn’t be able to trust you no matter what you did. “There’s nothing I’m going to be able to do to convince you to trust me,” your gaze turns to shigaraki, who doesn’t look at you.

“Well hun we don’t want you here unless you want to be here,” shigaraki turns to giran, looking surprised and pissed. But giran continues. “Do you want to join our cause?” He asks.

You take a second before asking “are you going to kill me if I say no?”

“Yes,” shigaraki pipes up, clearly irritated.

You step toward him. “I do agree with your beliefs, I don’t like heros, however, I don’t like getting myself into sticky situations like this,” you look back at giran who seems to believe you. “I could be a good asset to you by getting you bodies for nomus, but I’ll admit I’m not loving the idea of being in your debt for the rest of my life, having no control. And... I’m not much of a fighter,” you’re being completely vulnerable and honest with them, putting all your cards on the table and hoping for the best. This works in girans favor, who seems to believe you entirely, he looks at shigaraki, who believes you but clearly isn’t happy, his arms crossed and foot tapping.

“The members of PLF don’t have to all be fighters who spend all their time at the ‘front, you could be a connection for us and also spread the good word, but be able to live your life,” giran offers, ignoring shigaraki who is fuming in his corner. “I could live with that,” you look at shigaraki for approval. His eyes are narrowed but he mutters “fine,” and walks out.

Giran pats you on the shoulder. “Thank you,” you say sincerely, which is met with a smile by him. He opens the door for you, allowing you to leave. “Make sure you take care of things, and we’ll need another body next week,”

>next chapter<

[trailshome]

hello!! let's see uhh how about #11 [how is a typical nights sleep for them?] also i lost one of my earbuds a couple days ago and i’ve probably lost it forever since it was in the car and i NEVER find things ive lost in the car. once you lose things in the car it's like they have ceased to exist. anyways fun fact of the day: i daydream a lot (im not sure if that’s what i should call it since i do it during the night too but ill call it that anyway!!) and i mostly do it to music. especially fight scenes or any kinda active scenes like running or climbing or whatever and it's also why I need both earbuds bc I can't focus on the daydream/music when my dads walking around the kitchen at 3am!! i actually have an entire playlist for songs i daydream to lol i also usually do it to uhh some of my favorite IFs...like urs...<3

-spice!! [i honestly thought today was gonna be october 1st. i also thought today was friday smh i was so excited bc venom: let there be carnage is coming on october 1st hrnng also extra fun fact: im terrible at math. if you told me to divide something my brain would implode. im really good at ela though..was the kid that was the teachers favorite and got pretty good grades in everything besides math (and p.e. lol) also im glad you like my fun facts!! sometimes i get worried that i talk too much or share too much and that it's annoying so im glad to hear that it’s not really a bother haha!!]

// did you ever find your earbud?? I hate using cordless headphones, I'm far too ditzy to keep track of them -- I'd just be in a constant state of panic and checking to make sure I had them 24/7 lol!! Also, math sucks. like, I can manage the basics but so help me if you start throwing the alphabet in there... *shakes fist at sky*

Finlay: Usually sleeps on their back and is almost dead to the world. Occasionally has nightmares but that's kinda inevitable with their line of work, haha!!

Lesilfae: Sleeps with his back to the door like a monster -- more or less sleeps soundly but occasionally has to indulge in teas or herbs to help aid in falling asleep. He's sadly a bit too involved in his work...

Galeon: Sleeps on his back and doesn't move much in the night. Snores like an angry grizzly bear and occasionally forgets to remove his reading glasses before passing out for the night. I mean, assuming he's actually sleeping and he hasn't been awake for twelve days straight... (pls sleep galeon, we're worried.)

Hollond: Sleeps either on top of Galeon or tucked against his left side, under both of his arms. Used to his snoring but will otherwise wake up at the slightest sound or if they get a sense of something being off.

Greta: Doesn't sleep lol but when she does it's more like a cat nap than actual rest. Far too much to do and so very little time to get it done (she says as she snatches someone's wallet smh)! Sleeps curled up on her side, sometimes on her stomach but rarely -- lets out little snores, very cute, but drools an oceans worth of spit onto her pillow before she wakes up...

[steponmepinkjun]

I NEVER FINISHED MY STORY OMG. ok so i left off at being too proud to tell my friend she was right and kpop fucked hard. the difference between u and me is that i’m too good of a liar. too good. i kept up the “i hate kpop it’s cringe” facade for ALMOST TWO WHOLE YEARS, I SHIT YOU NOT. why? bc my dumb ass, extra ass, dramatic ass self thought “ok if i’m gonna have to deal with the embarrassment of admitting i’m wrong, i better do it in such an extra ass way it’ll knock ur socks off so hard that YOULL be the one embarrassed not me.” the original plan was to learn the entire choreography to bts dope, bc it’s the song that she told me to listen to and inevitably the song that got me into them, but later switched to bts fire bc i saw too many of those “choreo matches w any song” videos, and then her birthday party came up. and here’s the real kicker. her birthday is April Motherfuckin Fools. so it would be So Perfect for me to reveal my kpopism as a birthday present And a april fools prank in one. so i was Set on the Reveal being on april 1st, but the day rolls around and god that choreo is so fucking hard and i am Not a dancer. never have been. so i abandon that and go ykno what… i’ll do it Next Year. BC MY BITCHASS WAS LIKE NO THE MOMENT IS TOO PERFECT TO DO IT ON A NORMAL ASS DAY ITS GONNA BE ON APRIL FOOLS ON HER GODDAMN BIRTHDAY OR NOT AT ALL. a year rolls by, i’ve told most of our friends except her and they’re all in on it, i’d made so many subtle kpop references to her without her realising they were fully intentional and had too many scares where she almost figured me out but i lied my way out of it, and i’d given up on showing off with choreography bc i couldn’t make that shit look good. i’m not a dancer. i am, however, a rapper, and a damn good one, so i inhaled the agust d mixtape and decided i’d just rap the eminem of kpop’s anthem at her face. in korean. and change the lyrics at the end (if u haven’t listened to agust d, the bridge repeats “i’m sorry” a lot) to “i’m sorry i kept this from u for so long” and “i’m sorry i actually ult got7 not bts” (this was like the april after skz debuted ok i was holding onto got7 for dear life knowing full well skz we’re going to convert me smh) and the best part? she never saw it coming. her official present was a cd with a bunch of kpop on it but she thought it was just a personalised mixtape for her so i told her to play the first song out loud and she knew the song Instantly. it has a long intro so she was like “i guess u did listen when i recommended u this song!! i knew you’d like it since u like rap so much!!” and then i started rapping and i shit u not. she started SCREAMING. like the initial reaction was her jaw dropping and then instinctively covering her mouth but when i kept going and she realised i wasn’t fucking around she just fucking screamed like a banshee. at the end during the sorry bit i threw off my jacket to reveal a got7 shirt on the inside and she fell off her chair and started rolling around on the floor. needless to say it was every bit as satisfying as i thought it’d be LMAOOOO afterwards her ass was like “I CANT BELIEVE U HID THIS FROM ME FOR OVER A YEAR” and when i tried to explain my ego couldn’t take the “i told u so” she was like “you know i wouldn’t have made fun of you for it right? i would just be glad you’re not hating on my boys anymore” so basically i’m a big dramatic fool and she was always too good for me.

don’t mind the weird spaces here my ipad is being all fucky wucky w me rn. damn sad to hear ur sideblog experience didn’t go so well, i’d have shown u the cool side of the fandom if i knew 😤😤 leading u thru the cursed halls of kpop stan tumblr like a sketchy tour guide that’s actually 3 small raccoons stacked on top of each other like a trench coat, like “over here we have the fanfic writers that honestly need to publish a book, over here we have the gif makers that are responsible for my entire camera roll, if we take a quick swerve past the death threat anons and the twt fanwar screenshots - mind ur feet bub the 14 year olds were tryna make a grab for ur ankles - ah here’s the holy grail of shitposts, you might be here for hours, to the right we have the weird aussie side of the fandom that projects our childhoods onto chanlix but also all the members as we decide what their life in australia would’ve been like, and down there is a secret trapdoor to the blogs w endless random headcanons that will make you laugh, cry or blush depending on if the author woke up and decided to choose violence today. enjoy your Stay!” but then again i’m not so active on tumblr anymore (ngl you’ve become the highlight of my tumblr experience these days, interaction wise,) so maybe all my Local Hotspots are inactive now. i know a bunch of them are, it’s sad. “i don’t fw stan twitter for the same reason i don’t hang out in meth dens” oop. guess i’m a meth addict. no but i get u i rly do, it’s a hellhole out there, but the fact that things get shared and spread a lot easier than on tumblr and how short most things have to be (therefor keeping up w my adhd attention span without having to resort to the mental torture that is tiktok, with the added bonus of not always needing headphones.) that i just. couldn’t leave if i tried. maybe i should try being active on tumblr again but it’s a dying site in comparison.

“their music doesn’t consistently hit for me as much as skz” i’m sorry we can’t be friends anymore. what. what. you don’t dramama ramama ramama hey? you don’t feel a little jealousyyyyyy, naega anin? you don’t shoot out, shoot out, shoot out, or aremdaeun love killa love killa? you can’t be your hero du du du du du du du du du dududu? u disappoint me. literally like everyone i know who likes skz music likes mx music like it’s a rite of Passage. they’re kindred spirits, monsta x music is like skz’s music’s cool but mildly heterosexual older brother. neither of them know what a bad song is it runs in the family. and both their music runs in my VEINS. whenever i describe my music taste they’re always the first two that come to mind, skz being my number 1 bc they are my best boys but mx bc of the Flavour. pls listen to the entire the code album then get back to me 😤🙌 ok but fr ur so right they are 7 of the finest men i ever seen (yes i say 7 bc i’m including wonho cause he deserved better and i’ll die on my ot7 bullshit.) like don’t get me started on them either LOL i LITERALLY downloaded that one insta video of changkyun working out his back n arm muscles w his tattoo showing bc i needed that shit saved for Science. they could do Anything w me like frfr. yes vixx is the bdsm contract group i’m telling ya they wildin. or at least they were. it’s been years since their last comeback idk what they’re doing anymore tbh. and yeah that makes sense, savouring the hyperfixation i feel it, but also i’m so attached to skz that i never let it die. like i hyperfixate on other things and other groups but i will Always go back to skz cause they’re my homeboys. hell, they’re my home. being a predebut stay i’ve spent more time w skz than most of my actual family members at this point. but that’s just me you do u boo xx just know that if ur anything like me ur never letting go once skz it’s been my longest lasting fixation cause they hit like Nothing Else Do. ik i’ve already said that but i cannot stress it enough. they’re really special. i’m gonna stop here before i get all sappy and emotional bc i really love those boys so fucking much and i don’t drop the L bomb often. SIDE NOTE I WOULD LIKE TO SEE UR LIST OF GROUPS RANKED BY THORSt. i need to judge ur Taste. and omg cat&dog is such a guilty pleasure song bc the lyrics make me cringe so much bc while pet play can be fun they be doing it in more of an “i’m an innocent soft dogboy uwu” kinda way that just Does Not Sit Right with me. it comes back to the objectifying of asians that asians themselves don’t help in industries like these and maybe i’m looking too far into it when rly it is just wholesome n cute or maybe they are into some pet play shit idk idc i will bop to the song regardless but i will not acknowledge the lyrics nope.

YOURE RIGHT THO SKZ’S OPENNESS IS IN FACT, A BIG DEAL, i’ll grab them for u if u want but i found these twt threads of skz supporting the lgbt community and i just felt a special kind of happiness man like sure the delusional part of me likes going “haha they’re gay” bc my brain likes to imagine them as my polycule of mlm boyfriends bc sometimes thats what gives me the serotonin to get me thru the day ok don’t judge but also bc it’s nice knowing that yes i’ll never know them personally, but at least i can support them knowing they’d respect my gender identity and my pronouns, they’d respect who i choose to love, and that’s already more than the general public can say so shit, it is special! it’s special that they don’t treat being cishet like the norm - they constantly remove gender from their songs and speech entirely, they don’t assume all stays are female anymore, we don’t talk abt the babygirls incident cause we got babystays in the end outta that ok, and it’s just. so refreshing and important to me bc i can’t get that anywhere else!! like my semi ults are the boyz and while i love them very much and there’s no way all 11 of them are straight i refuse, i do get just a little bit sad whenever they she/her their fandom by default and call them their girlfriends n shit even tho i do still identify as a girl, i’m also genderfluid/nonbinary/transmasc, and i have a very love/hate relationship w my womanhood and rarely use she/her pronouns, cause it’s like, do you not see me? see us? the ones who aren’t cishet women? i mean i know kevin does bc he congratulated a fan who came out as nb but it’s just not the same as the openness we get w skz. like how do i trust cishets i could be supporting them as a queer person when in reality they’d call me a slur. what would i know, behind the screen? so it’s so good that skz go the extra mile to make it a safe space for everyone. this is already long enough i will reply to the second half of that ask in another message… tomorrow cause it’s 1am and i’m tired gn -felix bi anon

I'mma have to start putting these under a readmore so that i don't absolutely make everything who is still following me for some reason go totally fucking insane 😂

NDJDHWJJAHFNAKBSJSBFBHHDBDNAJD YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE FACES I WAS MAKING READING THIS, I WAS FUCKING CACKLING AND GASPING EVERY OTHER SENTENCE SO HARD THAT I SCARED THE CATS NDJWHSHSB the fact that you went "oh you want me to get into kpop? Give me a hot minute, and I'll give you a whole ass private concert for free" biduehsjdbd biiiiiiiiiiitch you're a fucking ICON, I stg I could NEVER 😂 (and not just because I couldn't find a tune if you gave me a printed set of Google maps directions and that I embody the steriotype that white people can't dance, like my sister kept sensing me tiktoks of the whole "dance like a white girl" trend going lmfao look it's you and eventually I was like "sis please this trend has me feeling like being white is a disability and these mothafuckers are being ableist 😭 also I could NEVER be that on beat so yall ain't even doin it right 😭😭😭😭"). Tbh if I told one of my friends (lol what friends, i got jokes) to get into Skz and they showed up at my bday and performed the entirety of I Got It I would simply shower them in money and go "aight everyone else go home, you are no longer needed, you are being laid off, your position has been eliminated, we're downsizing, the company is moving up and you're moving out, you are not qualified for this role any longer, best of luck with future endeavors" 😊

I think part of the reason I can't deal w Twitter is the exact reason I refuse to leave tumblr, in that I've been on tumblr since 2006 and twt since 2008, and tumblr literally has not changed at all, not even a little, whereas going from the early days of twt where there were no corporate sponsorships or ads and you had to manually copy and paste someone's tweet and @ them to retweet it, to how it is now, like 90% ads and showing me shit from the timelines of people I don't even fuckin follow n whatnot, it's just not enjoyable. Idk how anyone finds anything on twt, it confuses and frustrates me because I am old and have not adapted well to technology changing 😂 But arguably, the skz fanbase doesn't want me on skztwt anyways so like it works for both of us lmfaooo. I am old and cringey, and also still think of twt as stream of consciousness whereas tumblr is your teenage bedroom where you can decorate the walls with anything that interests you. I do really love the nonsensical kpoptwt shitposts tho fhshsbdjjss like it is a very specific flavor of mental instability that I enjoy immensely 😂 OH and also I initially misread part of that and thought you were saying you actually irl do meth and I was like 😳 WHAT DO I SAY TO THAT. HOW DO I HANDLE THIS. Like how do I express like "I wasn't being judgy of people who use substances cause I've been there but I was just being insensitive 😳" And then went back and reread it and was like WHEW, IM JUST AN ILLITERATE FOOL 😂😂😂😂 ejeywhdhrhjwbfbdjshdhdhd I spent like an hour bwign like "IS THE REASON WE GET ALONG BECAUSE THEY'RE ON METH???? WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS INFORMATION??????" hrhehshe I am literally a fuckin idiot it's fine

It's not that I don't fw them, it's more like... Okay so like there is no situation in which I am going to skip a skz song if it comes on shuffle. You will not ever catch me NOT in the mood to listen to Sunshine, if God's Menu comes on we are THROWIN the meager amount of booty meat I got hither and thither, I could be in the happiest mood of my life but if Ex comes on I will stop to SOB. And I'm not like that with most music, so mx just falls into the category of "there is a time and place." Idk why but it just doesn't forcibly grab hold of my heart and ass the way skz always does. I really don't WANT my skz fixation to ever end, but I know that eventually it'll stop giving me dopamine bevause my brain is my worst fucking enemy 🙃 like my arcana fixation is to date the longest running hyperfixation I've ever had, going on almost three years, and I used to not be able to spend every single second of every day thinking about Asra, but now... I just feel nothing when I look at arcana stuff. As you can probz tell by the fact that I hardly post arcana anymore 😂 So I know that eventually all my happiness will end, it always does, I can never stay just as obsessed with something as I was for long. I CANT SHARE THE LIST BECAUSE I DONT *HAVE* TASTE YET 😭 I'm basically just compiling a list of any group someone tells me I should look into, ranked by how strong the kitty purred upon googling pics of them 😂 My mom read my ass to FILTH over txt lmfao she was like "they're not that adorable. Maybe your standard for adorableness has gone down with You Know Who still on hiatus 🤔" bfjwhdhd like MOMMAAAAA THE LIBRARY IS CLOSED 😂 she attacks me any time I even hint at stanning other groups, she is a skz purist and stans skz only, unofficial Momma Stay of All Stays keeping me in check lmfao.

I feel like skz really do follow thru on their promise that they're a safe space for stays, it's nice to see that they hold space for anyone and everyone in their fanbase and do it in a really simple and elegant way, I feel. Like they never make it seem like "okay here are the fans and here are the token weirdos that were only recognizing to make a buck off of them" the way a lot of artists make it feel like 😑 like they don't go out of their way to act like it's some revolutionary act to do the bare minimum of not shitting on certain parts of the fandom, if that makes sense. They feel very "yeah, of course we love all our stays, this is a welcoming space for literally anyone, that's how it should be, that should be normal," instead of like "Hi fans we love you 😊 and special shoutout to you ell gee bee tee folk, make sure to buy my rainbow merch after the show!!!" you know? Like, they're the friends who would never make you feel weird or different for some shit, the friends that take the attention off you if something they know ur sensitive about comes up, instead of weirdly snapping at whoever brought the unfomfy thing up which ruins the mood and makes you feel tiwce as bad, yk? They just give off this vibe that they, and the space they create with their music, is just a genuine and chill place to be and hang out and relax and bond. I feel like they'd be the friend group that is so goofy and sweet and silly and accepting and lovely and always makes you feel loved and excited to be alive 🥺 They are all good noodles 🥺🥺🥺

[urbanism]

People listen pls

Read this article. http://www.techradar.com/news/buyer-beware-embedded-fingerprint-sensors-will-make-phones-look-boring

Okay. Done reading? Okay. The trends in the phone industry are not always good. The things that have been removed/been made unpopular include:

1. Headphone jack (to ‘save space’)

2. Removable batteries (to “improve waterproofing blah blah”)

3. Infrared blasters (i guess they just decided these had to leave)

4. Stereo speakers (because since screens are bezelless theres no space for these eh?”)

5. Plastic phones!!!

6. Expandable storage (sd cards) (apparently they took up too much space)

7. CAMERA BUTTONS??? (I literally cannot live without these)

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We need to talk. the phone industry apparently does as it pleases and has moved towards “ultra premium and fancy” instead of practicality. Phones are made of fragile glass and metal, whereas some phones (think the nokia lumias) had plastic bodies that felt great and were durable and allowed for wireless charging and such!!! Expandable storage is getting less popular, but as a photographer I NEED that!! its tough to find nowadays! Stereo speakers are great for if ya need to blast music with ur friends or if ya forgot yer headphones. Headphone jacks are important!! I dont care if ur using wireless headphones!! Let me keep my jack!! Camera button s are great for taking photos and instantly launching the camera app even if ur phone is locked!! Removable batteries are nice because not everyone can afford to replace their phones every few years! I want to be able to replace my battery if it goes bad! Not have to buy a new phone! Gosh darn capitalism greediness!!! And dont get me started on iphones! Theyre overpriced and fragile and limited and dont last for more than two years without issues!! The only thing they do right in is software support!! everything else is trash!! Iphone X who ??? Everybody should buy Sony xperias anyways!! Thank you for listening to me rant!!!

[pietraquill]

Drax gently prods Pietra's side, seemingly out of nowhere. It seems he's still curious about the "weird feelings" thing they'd discussed before. ((Drax stop poking ur friends pls))

“Geez!” Gasping, she sat bolt upright. She had just been laying on her bed, listening to Awesome Mix Vol. 1, eyes closing slightly when a touch to her side snapped her out of her sleepy trance.

“Man, give a girl a warning next time.” She rubbed her eyes, removing her headphones from her ears. “What can I help you with?”