#that lil eyebrow raise 😏

[filthy-mudeoki]

PLEASE THIS WAS SOOO HOT 🥵🥵🔥🔥

We NEED to talk about this more 😏🥵

“Do you like excitement?” 😏

“Then let’s make it exciting” 🥵

Hidden love (2023) - Ep. 18 (Chen Zhe Yuan & Zhao Lusi)

[deng-yi-deng]

Luo Yunxi for zhenguoli milk tea

[3mmalg]

Some Logan Imagines that have been living RENT FREE

-Pulling him towards you by his belt loops and he gives you the single raised eyebrow + smile combo

- Sitting on the couch with him and scratching his back/head and him complaining when you stop

-Slow mornings with him: He wakes up before you nearly every morning and admires you until you wake up

-When you wake up pulls you into his chest and the both of you drift in and out for hours, just enjoying each other’s presence

-Him taking you to his favorite bar on Scott’s bike with your arms wrapped tightly around his waist

-When you arrive, he’ll get off first and lift you from the waist off the bike

-Cooking together: Logan coming up from behind you while you work at the stove, hugging you from behind and leaning down to place his head in the crook of your neck

-Movie nights consist of him using your chest as a pillow (and vice versa😏)

A/N: May make a lil NSFW version of this if yall are interested :) Thank you so much for all the support on my last post! It was my first time posting a fic literally since middle school and I was so nervous lol

[illyrianbitch]

Pretty Little Shadowsinger

Pairing: Reader x Azriel

Summary: Based off this request: I want something silly, like there’s just no explanation given. Cassian walks in on reader dressing Az in one of her dresses or something and Cassian is just like 👈🧍‍♂️😳😏😍

Warnings: fluff, just them all being a lil silly, az in a dress, mentions of boobies and swearing

Word Count: 1.3k

a/n: me making "drabbles" over 1k, also not fully edited so squint at any mistakes and pretend they arent there <3

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“Oh my gods,” you gushed, bringing your hands up to your face. “Look at you. Such a pretty little shadowsinger.”

Azriel tried to maintain his usual stone-faced demeanor, but a faint blush crept onto his cheeks despite his best efforts. He was suppressing back a smile, too. Not because he particularly loved the situation he was in, but because of how giddy you had been for the past hour as you shoved him in many of your countless dresses. The one he wore now was itchy and uncomfortably loose, and he felt a draft that he wasn't accustomed to. But he endured it, solely because of the joy it brought you.

Azriel raised an eyebrow skeptically, his lips twitching with the effort not to smile. “Uh huh.”

"Aw, c'mon," you insisted, stepping closer to him. "It really brings out your figure."

You maneuvered yourself between his wings, wrapping your arms around his torso and guiding him to look at the mirror. Balancing yourself on your tiptoes, you peeked over his shoulder to make eye contact with him. His shadows followed the movement, a dark mass now clustered above his other shoulder as if they, too, were watching in amusement.

He glanced at his reflection with a scrunched face. He’d seen this dress on you multiple times, had complimented you on the beautiful blue of it— one that perfectly matched his siphons. Had even ripped it off after events in an attempt to ravage you as soon as he could— that later fact felt slightly strange now considering he was the one wearing it. The dress in front of him, however, was quite frankly the ugliest thing he’d ever seen. Azriel realized now, more than ever, that the female truly did make the dress. But then again, you were the most gorgeous female in Prythian, so why was he so surprised that you made everything else just as beautiful?

"Should I be concerned I fit into this?"

You let out a small laugh, tightening your hold around his waist.

"You've always had a dainty ballerina waist, babe," you teased, watching as he rolled his eyes playfully in response, a small smile forming at the edges of his mouth.

Azriel turned his head to look down at you over his shoulder. “Thanks.”

"But don't worry.” You gave him another little squeeze. “It doesn't zip up in the back. Your boobs are too big," you added, your hands moving to jokingly squeeze his pecs.

Azriel scoffed lightly and lifted your hands off him, turning around to face you. He struggled for a moment as the fabric of the dress moved around his heavy boots and you bit your lip to suppress your laughter at the movement.

His eyes met yours as he finally faced you, gently holding your hands in his, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. Shadows curled around where your hands met, cool and light. "Alright, those are muscles," he remarked teasingly. "Pecs."

You nodded, scrunching your nose playfully. "Uh-uh.”

"Real big, tough muscles," he continued, emphasizing his point. He leaned in closer to you.

"Boobs," you interjected with a grin. The face Azriel wore, now, could almost be interpreted as one of unamusement had it not been for the glint in his eyes and the subtle upturn of his lips.

He shook his head with a soft laugh. "What am I going to do with you?"

You pretended to contemplate for a moment, looking away in exaggerated thought. "Hmmm… maybe kiss me?"

Azriel’s eyes softened, a dimpled smile appearing on his face. “I can do that.”

He leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips, the moment melting away in the warmth of his mouth, in the way that your eyes shuttered closed. You let out a hum of delight.

Too caught up in the moment, you both failed to hear the sound of your door opening until it was far too late.

"Hey guys, have you seen—" Cassian's voice trailed off as he stepped inside, taking in the view before him.

It was Azriel who pulled apart first, neck snapping to face his brother at a speed so fast you barely blinked. You, however, opted to slowly turn to look at him, already preparing yourself for the look on his face.

“What-” Cassian paused, face falling into a confused scowl. He rebalanced himself, putting his weight on his other leg. He moved again as he placed his hands on his hips. Then once more, as he pointed towards Azriel with a lazy finger. “Whats, uh, whats going on here?”

“Get out,” was Azriels only reply.

Cassian pursed his lips, eyes narrowing at his brother. His gaze flickered to you for a moment, taking in your tightly pressed lips, clearly containing a laugh, and then he looked back at Azriel.

"Nice dress, loser, but I don't think you have the right amount of cleavage to pull it off.”

A low growl rumbled in Azriel's chest as he rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

You wondered if the growl was a reaction of embarrassment from your mate or if it was in response to Cassian alluding to your own cleavage. Both answers made you want to laugh.

But Cassian only grinned, a large amused smile— one that said he was just starting his strange, annoying torment. You sighed, mouth falling open into a smile despite your best efforts.

"Cass,” you said, bringing his attention to you. “You can't just barge into my room. What if we were naked? Right in the middle of having sex? Hmm?"

A hint of playful sarcasm laced your words.

Cassian's smirk widened. "Would've been a lot more normal than this," he responded, earning another eye-roll from Azriel and a snort of laughter from you.

"Get out," Azriel ordered again, his tone firm– and exasperated, almost– as he gestured towards the door.

You couldn't help but notice how Azriel's shadows seemed to shift, now positioned strategically at his chest where the fabric of the dress dipped to expose what would normally be your cleavage. You struggled to contain another laugh.

Cassian ignored him, hands gesturing between the two of you.

“So is this like a kink? Or is Azzie just wanting to get some better fashion sense?”

Azriel stared at him with a clenched jaw at the nickname, tossing and tired glance your way. You met your mates gaze with a small shrug and let out a small breath of amusement.

“Okay, c’mon,” you told Cassian, “He just lost a bet, that's all.”

You grimaced the instant the words came from your mouth, watching as Cassian’s eyes lit up. You looked at Azriel, watching as his face fell slightly. Oh no.

“You-” Cassian began to grin wide. “You lost a bet? To Y/n? You lost a bet, and now you're wearing a dress.”

Azriel tilted his head in warning. “Cassian.”

A second passed. And then Cassian was letting out a loud, boisterous laugh, eyes wide and wild. “Oh my gods.”

“Stop it,” Azriel warned.

It didn’t matter. Cassian instantly turned around, his loud voice echoing throughout the halls. “Az lost a bet! Az lost a bet and he’s wearing a dress! Rhys!”

“Cassian!” Azriel moved to chase after him, only to stumble over the excess fabric of the dress, the silk material wrapping awkwardly around his boots. You bursted into laughter, rushing to his side to help him up and bunch up the fabric to prevent any further struggles.

Your mate grumbled under his breath, words cursing the long dress and his brother. With a sheepish smile, Azriel gathered the dress in his hands and bolted down the hallway, cheeks painted in a dusty pink.

You watched him go, still chuckling at the absurdity of it all. As Azriel disappeared around the corner, still yelling a variety of threats at Cassian, his shadows curled around you and your shoulders.

"He kinda works that dress better than I do, huh?" you remarked to them, quietly enough that the words only filled the air near you.

The shadows seemed to ripple in amusement, as if laughing along with you at the scene.

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i added a lil explanation given cause lets be fr... cassian wouldnt bother az about the dress (hed probably wanna try one on too and nesta would be pissed hes ripping all of hers) but az LOSING at something....mans is never letting that go!!!!!

tag lists!

permanent tag list 🫶🏻: @rhysandorian @itsswritten @milswrites @lilah-asteria @georgiadixon

@glam-targaryen @nighttimemoonlover

azriel tag list🫶🏻: @thisiskaylin

[meowzfordayz]

shiny

Author’s Note: sooo this was supposed to be for a college au, secretly dating trope suggestion (as well as for an emergency request for fluff 😅)… but then The H*rny™️ hit 🥴, and uhh, it turned into its own lil thing. 😏

shiny

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~2,200

CW: 18+NSFW, cream!pie, explicit language, Fem!Reader

~faqs~

“Sanemi, don’t you think she’s a little out of your league?”

Obanai’s stern tone does little to soften the reality behind his question, Sanemi once more reminded of why he can only watch—can only yearn—from a safe distance of ten physical feet, five invisible rungs on the social ladder, and one gigantic she-doesn’t-even-know-I-exist problem.

“Nobody’s out of my league,” Sanemi mutters, glare darkening with his trademark scowl, “She’s just shiny, is all. I’m easily distracted.”

“And that’s why you ignore me whenever she happens to be at the same dining hall as us,” Obanai snorts.

“Fuck-” Sanemi’s fork scrapes across his plate.

Raising an eyebrow, Obanai continues, “And also why you terrified those women away from their table.”

“-off,” fork stabbing loudly at his dry chicken.

“That just happened to be across from where she was sitting.”

“I said-” tearing sloppily into the overcooked meat. 

Mask stretching as Obanai grins, he makes his final push, “And forgot to eat your food after she made eye contact with you.”

Mouth full, words muffled, “-f’ck ‘ff!”

“If nobody’s out of your league, then why don’t you say,”—in a breathy, squeaky voice—“Hi, I’m Sanemi!”

Swallowing his bite in a single motion, “I don’t talk like that,” Sanemi glowers, “Besides, shiny things lose their sparkle the moment you touch them.”

“Whatever man,” Obanai scoffs, “Shiny things also tend to hate crude assholes.”

“I’ll crude your fucking asshole.”

Eyes rolling, Obanai switches gears, “So Mitsuri and I-”

Only to be promptly interrupted, fork waved aggressively in his direction, “Don’t fucking start on your goddamn perfect love life.”

“Perfect?” Obanai huffs, whining now, “Dude, you know how long it took for-”

“If this is supposed to be a roundabout pep talk or offering of love advice,” Sanemi stands, half finished plate in one hand, steel grip around his glass with the other as he tilts his head back to chug the remainder of his lemonade, “Just fucking don’t.”

Waiting in lines isn’t your strong suit, fingernails rapidly tapping your lukewarm plate, droplets of water glistening under the too familiar lighting of the dining hall. You’d already scratched off the faint remains of someone else’s lunch, not bothering to search for a new, cleaner plate — they all had some sort of residue. Lifting your gaze to survey the people ahead of you, you’re immediately hindered by the tall, broad stature of a white haired man, the tension in his back muscles emphasized by the tightness of his moss green shirt. Sighing quietly, you notice his neck twitch, the curve of his biceps discernible as his arms—presumably—cross in front of him.

“Hey,” you say, chatter, clang, and hiss of lunchtime swallowing your attempt to get his attention, “Hellooo.”

Somehow, his biceps flex harder, fabric of his shirt’s armholes stretching to accommodate his strength.

“Um, alright,” you mutter, refocusing on your plate, fingernails returning to their tapping, “Never mind, I guess-”

“If you want, you can cut me.”

You blink, vision flashing to the Beautiful purple eyed man turning around to face you.

“Are they real?” you gush, cheeks warming, eyes squeezing shut before you can process any shame.

“Pardon?” a teasing, incredulous lilt lingers in his voice, “I can see, if that’s what you’re-”

“No, like, are they contacts?”

If it wouldn’t hammer the final nail on your coffin of embarrassment, you’d slap yourself right then and there.

“Open your eyes,” he speaks softer now, “I’m not wearing contacts.”

Eyes opening sheepishly, you stick out your free hand, “Nice to meet you, I apologize, you probably get the eyes thing a lot,” they’re too pretty for you to not.

“I’m Sanemi,” he responds evenly, your hand untouched as his jaw clenches, “Are you going to cut me or not?”

“Or not,” you reply quickly, nose scrunching as you glance away, hand dropping limply, “I can wait.”

“Your incessant tapping suggests otherwise,” he—Sanemi—grunts, “If you’re not gonna cut me, then at least be less annoying to everyone else in line.”

You snort, “Are you usually this combative?” pointedly ignoring his jab.

“Usually, I don’t offer up my spot in line.”

“So does that mean I’m special,” you grin now, eyes glittering at the way his brow furrows, “Or just extra annoying?”

“Extra annoying,” he deadpans, “Definitely extra.”

With a friendly pout, you lapse into silence, shuffling forward an insignificant amount, inwardly cursing whoever poorly planned the university budget to short staff the dining halls.

“Y’know, you look familiar.”

Sanemi shrugs, back turned once more to you, shoulder blades rippling with the motion, “Makes sense.”

“What, am I not original enough for you?” you grumble, cheeks warming again as he whips around to glare at you.

“Why are you talking to me?”

“I don’t know!” you exclaim, “To be nice? To be annoying? Because I’m bored and hangry and this line seems to go on for forever?!”

Lips twitching, he slowly gestures in front of him, still glaring, “Cut me.”

“No!”

“You’re ridiculous.”

Before you can protest, he maneuvers himself behind you, impatience radiating from his body, lean muscles barely grazing your bare arms, goosebumps raising when he crosses his own, the view so much more defined from your new perspective. You’re too busy memorizing his physique to notice his reaction to your careful attention; too busy uttering his name under your breath, committing it to heart, to see the blush creep up his collarbones, his neck, his earlobes; too busy finally getting food to catch him opening, closing, then opening his mouth, a hushed And what’s your name? caught beneath hesitation and loneliness.

“Thanks Sanemi,” you say, waving cheerfully, “Maybe I’ll see you around?”

His response falters in his throat as he watches you leave, gaze swiveling to eventually—reluctantly—make eye contact with Obanai. Good effort! Obanai gives him a thumbs up, just as Sanemi groans lowly, flipping him off.

“Sanemi,” you whisper, fingertips walking warmly across his scars, smooth and sensitive to the touch, his breath catching at the light pressure, “Promise me you were sober.”

Body vibrating with quiet laughter, he catches your hand, lips gentle and wet as he kisses each of your fingertips, “I don’t drink,” eyes flitting over to your haphazardly tossed clothing, “And you?”

“I had one,” you murmur, lifting yourself to roll atop him, straddling his waist, thighs sweaty and soft, heat stirring in his groin at the familiar position, “Way before you arrived.”

“Waited for me, hm?” he chuckles smugly, gripping your hips, kneading into your skin, a strangled hiss tightening his lungs as his cum leaks from your slippery folds to his stomach, “Didn’t think I’d see you at a party like this.”

“And I didn’t think you threw parties,” you quip back, reveling in the filthy squelch of your languid grinding, his rigid abdominals flexing shiny and divine against the bump of your clit, “Till your roommate introduced himself, invited me over,” draping yourself over his chest, tits heavy and warm on his sternum, voice promising and heady in his ear, “I didn’t think I’d be getting fucked tonight.”

“Me neither,” Sanemi rasps, cockhead swollen and smearing precum against the plush of your ass, erect again, “Didn’t think you’d show up on my doorstep,” grasping your jaw to present your neck to his bared teeth, nipping greedily, “Looking so fucking gorgeous, like you were begging for someone to devour you,” tongue swiping flat and messy at the hollow of your throat, his hips bucking upward for friction, “Good thing I found you first, hm? Good thing I got to your pretty mouth, to your beautiful cunt, before some other fuck.”

“Sanemi,” you whimper, tugging your head down slightly, just slightly enough to see the dangerous, hazy glint in his purple stare, “W-wasn’t here to f-fuck anyone.”

“But you did, didn’t you?” he teases lightly, releasing your jaw with a final, tender kiss to your chin, “Had me wrapped around your finger the moment I saw you, laughing with your friends in the dining hall, that incredible smile of yours knotting my stomach,” swallowing thickly, dangerous edge fading as quickly as it surfaced, feather soft confession taking its place, “I must’ve become absolutely insufferable,” snorting amusedly, “If Obanai intervened.”

“I forgot to tell you my name,” you admit sheepishly, beginning your own parade of sloppy, heated kisses across the sheen of his collarbones, exertion from his first orgasm still evident, “Thought I missed my shot,” reaching behind you for his cock, deft thumb circling his tip, grinning at his unabashed moan, “Wondered how I could possibly recover from such an encounter with your mesmerizing hair and brilliant eyes,” winking playfully as you squeeze his cock, earning a halfhearted scowl, “Your gentlemanly gesture of saving me from my hanger.”

“Want to feel you again,” is your only warning, and then he’s bullying his cock between your folds, whining sharply as his tip nudges in, rhythm shallow and wanton, gradually stuffing himself further and further into your honeyed, dripping hole, “Fuck,” he grits out, your ass so perfect and weighted atop him, “You feel so fucking good.”

“Is this all you want?” you ask quietly, question nearly lost in the broadness of his chest, pussy clenching tight and overwhelmed around him.

“This?” he manages to scoff, his exasperated, adoring eyes meeting your unsteady, wide gaze, “‘Course not, I want to get to know you, your favorite color, how you look in the morning, what buttons I can push, when to say I’m sorry,” repetitive, gentle grunts underlying his reassurance as he continues thrusting torturously slow, “I’ve got a devastating crush on you, you idiot, so why the fuck would this be all I want?”

“Well you did just call me an idiot,” you giggle, back arching into his movements, his eyes glimmering at the display of your breasts.

He huffs, “Learn it or hate it, but s’my love language.”

“I’m thoroughly enjoying this love language,” you drawl, grabbing onto his shoulders, sweat trickling shiny and subtle as you readjust yourself, “I guess I could adapt to ~odd pet names too.”

As Sanemi’s pace hastens, second climax coaxed harsh and unrelenting from your body, he slips one hand from your hip to your sex, palm pressing strong and intense on your clit, the most stunning wail tearing feral and needy across his bedroom as you cum on his cock, thighs squeezing the air from his lungs, fingernails digging deeply into his shoulders, neck faintly mottled with the aftermath of his love biting.

Sunlight glows weakly through his blinds, the quiet pulse of your breaths preventing Sanemi from wiggling even an inch, too afraid of shattering the stillness of his dream. Your leg’s slotted comfortable and trusting between his own, fingers pressing soft dots into his chest, a sensation he wishes he could bottle for a rainy day. Thankful for his lack of drinking, and thus, lack of a hangover, his eyes blink closed, basking in the recollection of your unexpected passion, the shine of moonlight on your naked figure, the curve of your smile, hot and welcoming against his mouth.

“So how do I look in the morning?”

Your sleepily murmured question startles him, the uptick in your breathing having gone unnoticed, too deep in his reminiscence. Head tilting to better see you, he smirks fondly, gaze more serene without the exhaustion of the day settled in yet.

“Like you just woke up,” he says nonchalantly, nevertheless breaking into an endeared smile, muscular arm tugging you closer to him, so close you can see the flecks of muted silver in his irises.

“Hm, thank gosh it’s Saturday,” you yawn, limbs stretching in his embrace, toes finding purchase on his ankles, “I definitely did not set an alarm.”

“What dumbass would throw a party on a weekday?”

“Not you,” you retort sweetly, dramatically batting your eyelashes, “You’re not a dumbass.”

“Fuck you,” he mumbles.

“Already?” you wink lazily, “Don’t men have a refractory period or something?”

“I only came once last night,” he nearly pouts, hiding his expression in your sunwarmed hair.

“Right,” you chuckle, tender memories of being carefully wiped clean, and then snuggling into him, promptly passing out, floating contentedly through your vision, “You’re amazing.”

“Amazing enough to do this again?” his voice hardens, somehow moving further from you even as his body doesn’t move.

“Didn’t I already ask you that?” you reply gently.

“Yeah.”

Nose crinkling, you poke at his cheek, humming confidently, “I may not have had a devastating crush on you, but I obviously I like you, idiot.”

“Yeeeah,” he sighs.

“So we’re doing this again,” you remark plainly.

“Good,” he finally grins.

“Good,” you grin.

“Ugh,” he scowls, pretending to push you away, only to quickly pull you back into his embrace, pulse thrumming at the momentary distance.

“You weren’t saying that earlier,” you singsong, lightly tucking a longer strand of his hair behind his ear, cooing at its immediate redness, “You think Obanai heard us?”

“Fuck,” Sanemi grimaces, suddenly dreading his next conversation with his best friend.

“Poor guy,” you laugh, tone laced with mock sympathy, “Probably regrets inviting me.”

Shrugging, Sanemi pecks your forehead, voice gravelly as he mutters, “Nah, fuck him.”

[1-800-writersblock]

shinsou hitoshi with a golden retriever gf 🙏🏽 also i lob u s much 😞

Book Title: Shinso x Golden Retriever!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Book Format: headcanons

Summary: see request!

Prompt Used: none

Content Warnings: shinso is barely in this but I needed to get something out, you/your mainly used to reference reader, fem!reader, I gave reader an honestly pretty neat quirk, not canon compliant, I turned a couple points in the show into things for Shinso and reader instead of Izuku and whoever else, Shinso’s leg is hurt for a bit, reader has parents that support her but they’re barely talked about

Author’s Notes: huhuhuu I lob u too🥹 why’d u have to move SAUR FAR for stupid college😒 n e way, FIRST OFFICIAL FIC-ADJACENT THING ON THE NEW ACCOUNT WOOHOO‼️ Brought to you by none other than my totally legit wife irl. This is probably (definitely) gonna suck, especially since I’ve never written for Shinso but eh whatever. I’ll probably have to make a part 2 at some point because as far as I’ve gotten, he’s kinda barely in it BUT ENJOY IT ANYWAY

I’ll be so fr rn, most of what I know about Shinso is very fanon🧍

but that’s totally fine

still love mah boy

anyway, if anyone knows anything about me then they know grumpy x sunshine and any adjacent tropes is one of my favorites

Shinso and his golden retriever gf are the prime example of this

BRO IMAGINE A MIDAS TOUCH TYPE QUIRK

Like if you activate your quirk and touch someone with your hands, they basically freeze in time instantly and turn to gold. Then if you touch them a second time with your quirk activated they unfreeze. A drawback could be like if you start to overuse your quirk, your fingertips turn to gold and the longer you overuse the farther up your arms the good freezes you then you have to wait for it to creep back down.

So I like to think that you two met during the entrance exam, but not the fighting part, the written part

(We’re switching the order of the tests for plot purposes)

It was just after the written part had finished and the two of you were sat down next to each other

Lets say you didn’t do the best and kept turning your pencil to gold for a bit by accident, so you barely even managed to finish

So you’re grumbling to yourself as yall are all sitting there waiting for the tests to be collected and yall to be dismissed

He probably didn’t think it was that hard, so you grumbling is making him raise an eyebrow

He hears you muttering about your “stupid quirk” and he feels the need to ask you what you mean🤭😏

So you explain to him what went on and he decides to try and ease your worries a bit.

“This isn’t the biggest part of the test, so… don’t stress out over it too much. It’s the physical test you’ve got to worry about. From what you say about your quirk, you’re bound to get in.”

This gets a lil smile out of you so you thank him and introduce yourself. He pretends to reluctantly give you his name, not wanting to seem too eager or smt idk

You basically talk his ear off the whole time yall are waiting to be dismissed and he just sits there and like. listens to every word

not even consciously, he just genuinely takes in every word you say

yapper (future) gf ��� listener (future) bf

Finally yall are dismissed and as you walk away, you turn back to him and give him a smile that he swears would’ve burned his corneas had yall been in the sun.

“Good luck on the physical exam, Shinso! I better see you in UA when I make it, too!”

He would take this to his GRAVE but his heart fluttered a bit

He nodded and gave an awkward and small smile back, wishing you luck quietly too before you practically skip off

Speaking of skip, jumping to the physical exam

You’re assigned to the same training ground as Shinso, and when you spot him in the waiting group you immediately get to his side and start yappin as per usual

”Oh my gosh! Shinso, you’re in this group too? That’s so cool! Maybe I’ll get to see your quirk in use! I hope my quirk doesn’t end up hurting someone somehow-” yappayappayappa

It’s finally time for yall to start and you don’t get to see him during the test

You’re doing pretty good, getting the bots into spots that they’ll tip over and break once you turn them to gold, but it’s nothing compared to some people

You start to get a bit nervous as you run around and find everyone else fighting bots but none are left for you to take down

That’s when the 0 point robot is released

Its insanely huge, and everyone else starts running away from it

You start to as well but that’s when you see Shinso hurt and in the robot’s way

At this point, you’ve already done enough at once to get your fingers gold up to the second knuckle so they can barely bend

You can’t just sit there and watch as he’s crushed by the robot so of course like the hero you’re going to be, you run forward and start to try and get one of his arms over your shoulder - which is a LOT harder than you might think it is without full articulation of your fingers

of course he’s over here like ⁉️⁉️⁉️ confused as to why you’re choosing to save him instead of just getting yourself to safety

Still, he takes the help and stands as best as he can on one leg with most of his weight on your shoulder

You help him get away as fast as the two of you can but the robot is faster

However, just before the robot gets too close to the two of you, the signal for the end of the test sounds and the robot freezes in place

Perfect timing too, because immediately after, the two of you don’t have enough strength to keep yourselves upright and you two fall side by side

Skip forward a little more again, probably a couple weeks later

You feel like you didn’t get enough points in the practical exam to get into UA, so when the letter finally comes to tell you whether or not you got in, you don’t have high hopes

you take out the small gadget, setting in on the living room table as you sit on the couch with your parents anxiously watching behind you

That’s when you’re surprised to see ALL MIGHT of all people announcing your rejection or acceptation

He tells you that your writing scores were just enough to pass that part of the exam, but you didn’t quite get enough points from bringing down robots to pass

Your heart and head drop as he tells you that and your parents start to console you, until he continues

“You may not have gotten quite enough points to pass the exam based on defeating robots. However-”

Your head shoots back up at that

“defeating robots wasn’t the only thing the judges were looking for. Rescue points were also involved.” The clip switches from All Might’s ever-smiling face to a recording from the exam ground. It shows everyone else start to run away, but zooms in on you running back to save Shinso. “This feat of bravery and pure heroism was enough to boost your scores up to passing, and exceeds many others who chose to ignore everyone else while defeating the robots.”

You start to get emotional as he continues once more.

“Congratulations, dear student. You are officially accepted into UA and will join other students in Class 1-A, the hero course! Go beyond Plus Ultra!”

As the hologram ends, the three of you sit in stunned silence before excitement overtakes you all and you celebrate your acceptance.

Your mind starts to drift towards Shinso. You barely saw him during the test, so you don’t even know how many points he got You really hope you get to see him in UA…

Skipping forward again, it’s the first day of the school year and you stand outside the door to your classroom

it already sounds like chaos as you walk in, but you see a lot of very impressive looking students in your class

One has motors in his legs, one has several arms, one is very very pink, etc

But you’re slightly disappointed as you look around and fail to see Shinso among the students. You feel a sinking feeling in your stomach, worried that he might not have gotten into UA at all.

But that feeling is squashed after the first few classes of the day are over, and it’s time for lunch!

When you walk in to the lunchroom talking to the very pink student — Mina, you’ve learned — you spot a messy head of purple hair sitting a table of students but looking disinterested

You tell Mina you’ll see her later as you make your way over to Shinso, smiling happily as you greet him…

Librarian’s Footnote: IT TOLD ME I RAN OUT OF SPACE FOR TEXT IN THE BLOCK??? It wouldn’t let me save my draft so I have to cut this short until I can figure this stuff out :( I’ll make a part two eventually! I’m sorry he’s barely in this 😭

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𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐎𝐰𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫

this is a repost from my old blog!

this was originally adapted for an original character story BUT I liked the idea so much that I didn’t want to have to wait to use it. so here it is, formatted for the big screen Tumblr.

pairing -> portgas d. ace x reader

notes -> gn!y/n is a Straw Hat & this is during the Alabasta Arc; includes some extra lore to sweeten the deal.

warnings -> mentions of a character death; use & mentions of alcohol; light, shameless flirting, maybe a lil suggestive at the end? 😏

wc -> 1.8k

“Take it,” he suddenly says, voice slurring. Lowering the glass from your lips, the liquor remaining untouched, you raise an eyebrow at him.

“T… Take what?” you ask, a laugh hanging off your words. “Your beer away from you?”

Ace’s own laughter is full of mirth, his grin spread across his flushed face. Your own cheeks warm, the joy on his face almost too much for you to contain your own.

“My name!” he corrects you. A moment passes that you don’t react, that your cup remains safely in your hands, its liquid contents settled. Ace doesn’t flinch, not even when your drink finally flies into the air above them, landing somewhere else on the ship– Zoro’s lap.

“Y-Your name?!” you repeat in a shout, over Zoro’s own screeching over him suddenly being soaked with booze while he’d been napping and Sanji’s telling him off for it.

“Yeah!” He leans into you, still smiling as he whispers, “Don’t you think “Portgas D. _______” has a nice ring to it?”

“A-Ace…” Your grip on your other hand tightens. “Do you think… maybe… you’ve drank too much tonight?”

“Uh-huh, definitely,” he says.

“Then–”“But I still thought about it when I was sober,” he interrupts, setting his mug down. “It’s, uh… a first for me. For this kind of thing. You know that.”

“I do know that,” you mumble to your lap, “but Ace, realistically? … we haven’t known each other for that long.”

“Whaddya mean? We’ve known each other for over two years.”

“We’ve known each other for eight days, and about each other for two years,” you correct him with a sigh. He hums, pondering. “Remember? I said “no” to joining Whitebeard and ended up stalking you through the newspapers to make sure you were still alive? Wrote some letters to you to reinforce all of that craziness?” He grins cheekily.

“Can’t forget it.” “Ace.” “Sorry.”

“… Ace…” He perks up, watching and waiting for you to speak again. “Why did you ask me this?” When he doesn’t immediately answer, you lift your hand onto his warm arm. “Why are you here in Alabasta?”

When he drops his own down to dwarf yours, you do your best not to react, the new expression on his face easily sending a message– that why he asked you what he did and why he’s here is not for a good reason.

“I don’t wanna tell you here.”

You look around the ship. “Then–” you hiccup, immediately inwardly cursing your poor timing “– how about over there?”

Having pointed to a quiet part of the ship, he notes its lack of occupation. It’d been a sound enough suggestion that Ace stands a moment later, dragging you up with him, across the ship and away from your crew. Nami, who’d been sitting only a few feet from your right, chuckles drunkenly, having heard their entire conversation.

“Ace,” you start, once they’d reached the suggested destination. “You’re beginning to worry me. What is it you have to say? Is everything alright?” With a final quick sweep over his shoulder, to make sure your crew were still nowhere nearby, he shakes his head. “Are you alright?”

“No,” he answers, his tone abrupt. You notice the catch in his voice, your lips meeting to form a frown as you reach up to hold his arm again. Beneath your fingers, you feel his body lean into your touch, and with you other hand, you reach up to cup the opposite side of his face, receiving the same response. He sighs.

“I’m here,” you promise him. “I’m listening. I’m here.”

“… it’s… about Thatch.” It’s slow, but… you’re feeling cold now.

You can remember the man in great detail, and quite fondly, as Whitebeard’s incredible chef aboard the Moby Dick. He’d made you a favourite of yours; one of Whitebeard’s many cards to play in his attempt to woo you into joining his family. A kind and jovial man– your eight day stay aboard their main ship was made enjoyable partially by this man. If not for your own dreams and desires, you might’ve stayed if it meant being this mans’ crewmate.

“W… What about Thatch,” you demand from him, your own voice rasped by your oncoming worries.

Ace takes a breath, his chin pointed above you as he releases it, your hand falling to rest on his chest.

“He’d found a Devil Fruit… one we’d been looking for, for a long time…” The expression on Ace’s face darkens, something you thought to be near impossible considering how shadowed it’d become. “And Teach killed him for it.”

Your soft inhale makes Ace grit his teeth. He knew how much you enjoyed Thatch’s company; you’d said so in your letters to him once. He hadn’t wanted to tell you about it in the first place but concluded that keeping it from you might be worse.

“T… Teach did that?” you say, your voice hoarse. Your trembling fingers pull away from Ace to cover your own mouth, trying to dull the sob that suddenly escapes you. Not quite knowing what to say in comfort, with their not being anything much to be able to offer regarding the news, and always having been a man of action, he slings his arm around your neck, his forehead pressed into yours.

“I’m trying to find him,” Ace murmurs, his hold on you suddenly tightening. You set your hands against his chest to brace yourself from falling. “Trying to make him pay.”

“All alone?” you realize, your heart squeezing within your chest. Gently, you push away from him. “I… I’ll go with you!”

Ace shakes his head in response, though he still grins for the sentiment. “Nah,” he says. “This is our problem, _______. Pops gave me permission to find him – I don’t think he’d be so happy hearing you were going to join me when he didn’t want me to go at first, either. And besides, Luffy needs you with him. You’re his crewmate.”

“I know that,” you say, not a beat after Ace finishes speaking. “But I think he would understand if–”

“Your friends need you, _______,” he interrupts. “If it wasn’t this way, I… No, not even then. The Devil Fruit Teach took and probably ate is dangerous. You’re not a fighter yet– I wouldn’t risk your life just to keep me company.” 

“Company isn’t all I’d be there for, Ace,” you tell him. “Thatch was a good man, and a friend. It would be my own revenge.”

“And I get how you feel, but…”

“… I do, too. This is something that you have to do on your own, right?” He nods. You smile, a reward for his candor. “Thank you… for at least telling me. I won’t have to worry too much about what you’re off doing, then.”

“I won’t stop you if you wanna,” he’s suddenly mumbling, catching you off-guard. It goes unseen through the dark, but Ace’s cheeks burn bright the moment he registers his own words. “I-I mean–!”

“I… would do it without you asking,” you mumble back, your voice low from your own embarrassment and cheeks flaming away. “L-Like I always have.”

“G-Geez…” Ace swipes a hand down his overheating face, fighting a grin that bubbles up to expose him, anyway, and you laugh lightly at his failed attempt.

“Ace,” you whisper. A chill sweeps through him as his name leaves your mouth. “I’m so happy to have been able to meet you again.”

“Aceeeeeee!! _______________!! Where’d you go?!?”

The two of you laugh together, shaking your heads. “Luffy,” you chorus.

“I guess we have been away from the party for a while, huh?” you realize.

“Just a little,” Ace agrees. As you both end up going to exit through the doorway at the same time, they connect with each other, Ace’s bare chest meeting yours. “Oh, sorry,” he says.

“Don’t…” You huff at him when he chuckles nervously. Before you can stop yourself, your hands rise once more to take either side of his face in them, the man freezing in response– “don’t apologize, Ace” – and his lips parting when you rise onto the tips of your shoes to press a chaste kiss into the corner of his mouth. You lower back down, hiding your hands behind your back. “Just, um… I won’t tell Luffy about this. I feel like it’s something you should tell him, anyway, and at a time that we’re not busy with a potential war. I’m sure he’d want to help you out with it if you did now, anyway.”

“Th-That’s a good point,” Ace says sharply, his voice having risen an octave. You giggle.

“Ace! ______?!”

“Okay, now we should actually go this time,” you say. He gestures at the door.

“After you.”

“Thank you, then,” you say, nodding to him. You step out first, throwing a smile over your shoulder at him at the same time he’d reached out to grab your wrist to pull you back into him. “A-Ace?!”

“… y… you can’t just leave after giving someone a kiss like that one,” Ace says, his heated breath fanning across your cheek. “I might think you’re kiddin’ around.”

“I-I’ve never been much of a comic about this kind of thing,” you tell him, recovering, “but when it comes to you… I’ll never joke about my feelings.”

“_________…” You chuckle at him again. “What’s so funny?”

“I just – I’ve never thought I’d fall in love with a pirate,” you say, your tone much too blunt to consider you to be teasing him, a deep red creeping up into Ace’s face, ears, and neck as a result.

“You’re a pirate, too, y’know,” he mumbles, rubbing at his nose. Ace groans, finding himself unable to catch a break when you reach up for him, arms draped over his shoulders when you move into him.

“Yes. Isn’t it wonderful?”

Thudding footsteps sound against the deck, gone unheard by the pair of you thanks to the roaring silence shared beneath the threshold, startle you at the last second. Luffy sweeps around the corner, head whipping back around when he finally notices the pair half in the shadows of the Going Merry.

“Eh? What’re you guys doin’ over here?” You tear your hands off each other, smiling at the young captain innocently.

“Just talking, Lu,” you say. “I-It got a little loud at the party.”

“It looked like you guys were dancing to me, but c’mon! Sanji made cake!”

“We’ll be right over, Luffy,” Ace promises, and not needing another word, he takes off back to the center of the ship. “Maybe we can, uh… dance again later?”

© nc-vb 2023 please don’t repost! reblogs & comments are always appreciated.

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Heyyy, could i request a Five x reader where she works in a coffee shop he really likes ( he likes the coffee and the worker 😏) and just flirty scenes with five and reader. Oh and maybe a sprinkle of the siblings teasing five for having a crush

OH OF COURSE!! i didn’t see this one!! Coming right up! Requests: open

I might make a part 2 i dont know lmk.

Paring: Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader

Warnings: none :)

Five Hargreeves liked planning his day out. He hated when it didn’t go right, and sadly, being him. That’s most of his days. But, when he planned to go to the lil cafe a round the corner. He was not expecting to see a new Barista. He took a liking to your appearance instantly. He loved the way your eyes were so focused, your teeth chewing on the bottom half of your lip. He took his normal spot on the counter and you looked at him. ‘Hello! What can I get for ya?’, you smiled at him. You instantly put all your attention to him. He had an amazing jaw line and was generally very handsome. ‘Coffee please, Black.’ He said, he caught your eyes and his breath hitched. ‘Coming right up for ya, sir.’ You replied and gave him a smirk that fit your face perfectly. He had a bit of a blush appear on his face at what you called him. You turn around to make his coffee and he just looks at you. Once you turn around he mustered up courage to talk to you. ‘Thanks, er, are you new here?’ He asked after taking a sip of his coffee. ‘Why? Is it that bad?’, you tease and raised one eyebrow and smiled. ‘No, that’s not it, I come here everyday, I’ve never seen you around.’ He replied, you hum and move your left hand to hold your face up, ‘Yes, I am. My names [Name]. Nice to meet you uh-‘, you look at him. And he caught on and cleared his throat. ‘Hargreeves. Five Hargreeves.’ He said and he held his hand out for a handshake. You accepted and shook his hand. ‘I’m honored to meet you Hargreeves.’ You grin and his lips curved up ever so slightly. He drank his coffee and then paid for it. ‘Leaving so soon?’ You frown and looked at him. ‘I’ll be back tomorrow, don’t your fret, sweetheart.’ He hummed and walked out of the coffee shop, a small bit of swagger trailing after his strut.

[empresskylo]

(hi I'm this specific anon that has been sending you your anonymous praises, like %80 of ur screaming btm asks are me but I'm shy)

I feel like ghost likes his woman's a lil crazy. Just a little bit. Just enough to make Jhonny go "holly shit man that her?" a few times a week as a retual, or make price call him in his office to talk bout 'dating advices', or making gaz turn and smirk to him proudly every time his girl is getting a lil out of hand.

And price I think he likes em sassy. even shocking ghost with her not so obvious sassy responses, making him raise his eyebrows behind his mask, or putting gaz into the hospital cus he was laughing to hard at Johnny's shocked face after she made a smart comeback to him a lil too fast. Too fast for Jhonny to understand that he has been put in his place by the captains lovely gf that cooks em meals cus they 'keep her love safe'...

Im not ok<3

BESTIE STOP YOU ARE THE SWEETEST!!! you can always sign a fake name or emoji on your messages so i’ll know it’s you <3 only if you want to ofc!

these men are FOR SURE unhinged in their taste of women. like there’s no way simon doesn’t get turned on by a woman who’s a bit nuts and all over the place. he likes the chaos. im swooning at the way he would stand there with a cute lil smile under his mask as he watches her act out.

price likes the sass because he can handle it 😏 i think the second she stumps ghost with a remark is when he just knows he’s gonna be obsessed. and whenever she’s a bit too sassy to price he punishes her later wink wink. and the way price would be all proud and infatuated with the way she’d make meals for all the boys. he’d watch them all make faces of pure pleasure as they ate and he’s just like, yup, that’s my fuckin’ girl.

i also not ok <3 we can be not ok together <3

[neva-borne]

She tries to steady her heart as she forces herself to continue looking at him. His expression is unreadable, his jaw tight, eyes burning like cold fire; eyes that look right through her. “I… sorry, I just…” She exhales, slowly, plucks at a stray thread on her pants. “I- you… You saved me, and I just want- need to know why.” He blinks. It is not something he does very often, she’s noticed, and it’s slightly unsettling. “Why wouldn’t I save you?”  It’s her turn to blink at him, and then she’s chewing on her bottom lip in a nervous habit she thought she’d broken long ago, except now that she thinks about it, it’s really only been because she hasn’t been in a situation to make her nervous in the same way this conversation does. “I… I don’t know,” she mumbles, finally looking away from him, unable to stand the intense eye contact any longer. “You don’t know me. I could be a psychopathic killer for all you know.” He raises an eyebrow. “Are you a psychopathic killer?”

Just a lil something I'm working on for ZKMC later this month 😏😏😏

[yourjjmaybank]

nah, which is why your little ass is gon get behind that tree over there and suck me off

*raises eyebrow challengingly* well I guess since I caused it. But damn baby, i didn't even touch you. What you gonna do when I do? 😏

fuckin bust on your cute lil face, yeah?

[an-eclectic-of-mass-destruction]

ma’am

ma’am

MADAM ! ! !

is the room on fire or was this just scorching hot ? ?

for Cillian, when you said “he’d initially be pretty surprised” - i immediately thought of his eyebrow raise 😏

i love all of these, but I’ll be honest - Robbie’s is my favorite 🤭 my sweet, insecure, little cinnamon roll 🥰

not Tommy and Emmett slutting it up in the texts 🤣😋

Jonathan coming in hot and on brand with being a cocky lil shit 😂 it shouldn’t surprise me that he’d be so ‘practical’ about sexting 🫠

i loved these so so so soooo much ! !

thank you 🫶

How would the boys react to reader sexting then during work?

Boys : Cillian, Modern Tommy, Emmett, Robert, and Jonathan

So, I went into way more detail with this than you were likely expecting, @an-eclectic-of-mass-destruction , so the answers are below the cut. 🤪💗���

Cillian: If it’s the first time you’ve ever sexted him, he’d initially be pretty surprised, as he didn’t expect you to be so bold and forthcoming as to sext him. He’s very aroused and intrigued to see how far you’ll take it, and he encourages you with words of praise and sexy responses of his own as the two of you go back and forth, working each other up. When he eventually gets home, Cillian abandons anything else as he comes up behind you, pinning you against the counter as he presses his bulge into your ass as he speaks lowly in your ear.

“So, about those messages from earlier…I think we need to finish what you started, don’t you?”

Then, two words: wall sex

Modern Tommy: Absolutely loves it and immediately responds. He wastes no time on subtle innuendo, instead immediately going into graphic detail of exactly what he’s going to do to you and what he expects you to do to him. He delivers the dom talk and sexy threats throughout your entire exchange and warns you what you’re getting yourself into as you keep messaging. When he finally gets home, you know he’s arrived from hearing the slam of the door, and Tommy quickly discards his coat and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder without a word and carrying you to the bedroom to act out every single text, and he’s not stopping until he has you screaming his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

Emmett: 110% into it and immediately replies with dirty messages of his own. Countless naughty images run through his head as you two go back and forth. Emmett loves to tease you, and he alternates between telling you how he’s going to make you melt and threatening not to give you what you want. You do the same back to him, switching between telling him just how naughty you’ll be for him and pretending to lose interest by acting nonchalant. You get each other heavily worked up to the point that he leaves work with a raging hard on and comes home to drag you upstairs and then proceeds to give you each what you need, but not without teasing you more first and keeping you just on the edge until you’re begging him to let you finish.

Robert: Initially, he’s shocked, incredibly turned on but also extremely flustered. Truthfully, he’s had numerous fantasies about the two of you introducing dirty talk, but he’s always been hesitant to broach the subject, feeling self-conscious and also not knowing how you’d react. When you send him a message telling him how badly you want him and that you’re touching yourself to thoughts of him, he doesn’t know how to respond at first, but eventually, he gets the nerve. He tells you he wants details, wanting you to elaborate on exactly what you’re doing to yourself and what you’re thinking about. Soon, his reserve is gone as you two keep exchanging dirty thought after dirty thought, and tells you he wants you ready for him when he gets home. When he arrives, he finds you waiting on the bed for him in the skimpiest lingerie he’s ever seen you in, and he immediately climbs over you on the bed, the two of you proceeding to have the hottest sex you’ve had yet.

Jonathan: While admittedly aroused by your messages, Jonathan doesn’t give you much back, as he doesn’t really see the point if the two of you can’t immediately act on it. When it comes to sex, he’s much more keen on actually delivering on the act rather than talk about it when you’re apart. He’d prefer to wait until you’re together again to get each other worked up. But once he’s home and he has you how he wants you, that’s when the words start flowing, as he describes every single thing about you that he finds beautiful and exactly how he wants to take you. For you, it’s almost too much when you’re face to face as he talks in that smooth, collected tone and keeps his eyes focused only on you. He gently torments you as he sees you’re much less bold now that you’re together, and he smiles to himself as he calmly removes your clothes.

“Suddenly at a loss for words now, are you?” he says as he has you on your back and slowly slips inside you. “Well, let’s see if you’re at least still capable of moaning.”

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simshaderoom about last night... Desmond “Dizzy” Samuels celebrated his album release and unveiled his newest Ciroc flavor Passion with a very special guest by his side all night. #BaileyKay and #Dizzy looked extra cozy and cuddly 👀🤔 Ummm we just want to know what they were whispering about and where was her husband???

d-lo nope. naah. no. hell no. don’t like this. at all. 

rubberbandshan 🗣️the queen would neverrrrrr! periodT!

B&QForever really fake news. they have a song together. dassit.

bflyhive the hive rejects these bs rumors. i can’t lie tho. this does not look good.

c.spiracy i don’t know. dizzy did used to have a crush on bk back in the day. he was also going hard trying to get her to sign to Bad Kid Entertainment. 

queentingz BK on BKE... here for it but not with a dash of affair and entanglements.

anon ok so my cousin was at the party and confirmed bk and dizzy were really close and touchy feely all night. she said there was a lot of smiles and laughing and flirting. bk was definitely drunk.

bkstan we don’t believe you or your cousin! bye anon!

rubberbandshan dis tew much!! i mean it was a club so they had to be close to talk to each other right?? i can’t believe we’re really discussing this though. out of respect for the queen simshaderoom should apologize for this post.

kingb ok close yes, but look at the way he’s holding her and how she has her hand draped on him and how they’re giving each other the look. it’s a little too familiar for me. if i were quinton my eyebrow would be raised!! 

rubberbandshan 😕🥴😣😭

SimsAgainstBK tsk tsk tsk. in the voice of our dear friend mizumusic (miss you girl) - is this your queen?! 😂

rubberbandshan in the voice of another queen bee, lil kim - shut up bitch!

dizzydes passion and your favorite girl make an amazing night! 😏😉 go stream the album and cop that new ciroc.  @afrosimtricsims​ 

[barbiewritesstuff]

There's a don draper x reader tag????? SPRINTS

AHHHHHH I love that fanboy and star wars detail 😍 bet trivia is coming out of everybody's ears by now amd they're so sick and tired of the constant references xD rooster was totally doing that panicked eyebrow raise and Bob the cutie lil babie just wanted to disappear in his chair.

UNFFFF !!!! And it's not like Beau didn't take out his pent up frustration the same day at home whooooo boy can he hold onto his anger and of course he remembers that Hondo most likely saw the picture and he had to have a punishment lined up for that separately there's no way you're getting off the hook for that lip stunt soon.

So NATURALLY you're sore and covered in marks the next day and ok so maybe someone notices and pokes fun (it would be Hangman tho wouldn't it) and you're sleepy so Mav totally kicks your ass in dogfiting and now your sore and humiliated ass is doing pushups while having to listen to Hangman's incessant spiel and Beau just happens to pass by and hear it and ooooohhhh idk what happens after but I'm betting it'd be a delicious mixture of a possessive and smug AF Admiral 😏

So, sorry for the late response, I don’t tumblr too much at work because the app eats my data BUT now I’m on HOLIDAYS!!!! I am free to think about the thots you send me!!

So, Fanboy and Star Wars is not the love story you think it is. He has a strange relationship with the franchise in that he likes the films, he LOVES the universe but he doesn’t actually believe the films should have been about Leia, Luke and Han, or even Anakin, Padme and Obi Wan (DO NOT talk about the sequels) but about the millions of other more interesting characters like Salacious B. Crumb, Yaddle or even Temiri Blagg… Anyway, it’s best not to ask him about it because he will talk your ear off. 

Rooster was ABSOLUTELY doing the panicked eyebrow raise!!! That boy was trying to calculate an escape plan the second he saw the Admiral’s entire demeanour change!

Now Bob, Bobby boy, took the T-Rex approach from Jurassic Park. He was standing as still as he could manage, as if Cyclone was going to simply forget he existed if he didn’t move.

Now Beau doesn’t actually make it home with you. He has the key to an empty ensign dorm and bends you over the desk right there in one of the rooms. Not because he’s angry, necessarily, but because his fingers seem to automatically pull up the picture whenever he unlocks his phone and by five pm when you’re both done for the day Beau is HORNY. He wants you and he wants you now. 

But yes, you’re right, after that he punishes you twice, once because he wants you to get the message and then once more when Hondo sends him an email about something happening on base and he’s reminded that your picture was seen by someone else. By the end of the evening, you can no longer talk and you certainly cannot walk. In fact, when you make it out of Cyclone’s bed in the morning your legs are still shaky and you have to hold yourself up against the wall when you shower.

Okay, so I know you said someone would make a comment during dogfighting but consider this: it happens during the dogfight football scene. Because Beau is a very possessive man and that means he absolutely marks you up!!! You’re covered in hickeys and you’re pretty sure there’s a handprint on your ass from where he spanked you!! 

So obviously when you get to the beach for dogfight football someone is bound to notice. Now Hangman is the obvious choice but actually I think he keeps his mouth shut, ESPECIALLY when he notices Beau next to Mav and he sees Cyclone’s eyes fixed on you with a little smug grin on his face. 

No, I think it’s either Bob (because our little Angel thinks you might have gotten hurt (or he pretends, because he knows what you’ve been up to, just not who with and he likes to stir shit and cause chaos)) or maybe Fanboy… But can you imagine Hondo’s face? Because he’s refereeing the game!! He’s there!!! And he’s seen your everything pop up on the Admiral’s phone and now he’s seeing you all marked up, claimed and with a fucking handprint on your butt cheek!!! He is going to pass out!!!

I love this all so much!!! Thank you for your brain!

[theprophetsaid]

I’m really starting to think Brian really did harbor a lil secret crush on Freddie 😏 There’s quite a few interviews where the camera catches him gazing at Freddie.. and then there’s that iconic “you can throw me in the audience” clip from NOTW documentary. Sweet Bri couldn’t hide it.

Oooh, you've gotten me started, anon When I read your ask, I immediately thought of this moment from the Live Aid interview:

I love everything about this (This interview is priceless in general). The not-so-subtle eyebrow raise, the charmed smile, the fifty little eyelash-flutters as he looks at Freddie (+ John eyeing Brian in the back like 'I see you'). In short, Brian was internally giggling, twirling his hair and kicking his feet when Freddie mentioned them being alone on stage. It's a moment of realization: "Oh, he really loves those parts of the show as much as I do."

And of course, the NOTW doc moment:

I love this little interaction. In the moments before it, you can see Brian looking over at Freddie like, "he's being so funny, let me see what I can do" and then he just walks over and says this. It definitely reads as flirty to me. I think Brian would deny the hell out of it and I don't think he recognized it as such in the moment, but... sir please??? you just wanted to make him flustered??? and for what??? so you could see him get all giggly?? come on.

Brian wanted a lovely reaction and he got it lmao

[anakinlove]

I’m bold enough 😏 you should write the smut if you’re up for it babe 😏

My masterlist!

Just What to Say

Part two!

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x reader

Word count: lil blurb at 760

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When he pulls back from the kiss, he gives her a small smirk, “actually, I know something physical that could show you how much I love you.”  

“Oh?” Y/n raises an eyebrow at him, “and... what, exactly, would that be?” 

“Ohh I think you know,” Anakin murmurs, dipping down to gently nip at her jaw. 

She sighs contently and tilts her head for him, “you’re crazy.” 

“Crazy for you.” He grins and kisses up her jaw before gently biting her earlobe. 

“Anakin,” Y/n hums a warning, “better stop before you get me riled.” 

Anakin scoffs and pulls her flush against him with an arm around her waist, “that is the entire point, my love.” 

Y/n’s face blushes a dark red, “stars, you’re bold.” 

He hums and lets his hands travel up and down her back before gripping her ass, “Anakin!” She gasps. 

He laughs once and leans in to give her a deep kiss, walking her back to the wall. He pushes her against it with his hips, breaking away from the kiss to lick his way down her neck. 

“God-“ Y/n breathes, “tears to sex in five minutes flat.” 

“I think it’s a great representation of my mental state.” Anakin whispers, pulling back her collar to suck a dark hickey where it will be hidden. 

One hand slips up her shirt to squeeze her hip, his mechno-hand moving to palm her. She makes a startled noise, “Anakin what-“

He pushes harder and starts to move the heel of his palm in circles to get her riled, “gonna treat you so right,” he whispers, “gonna show you just how much I love you.” 

The hand under her shirt slides behind her and expertly unclips her bra, pulling it out from under her shirt.

She moans softly and tilts her head back against the wall, “always treat me so well.” 

Anakin kneads her breast with one hand and slips the other under her waist band, his fingers sliding down to feel her. He runs them slowly along Y/n’s folds until she’s panting softly. 

“C’mon, Ani,” She moans again, “don’ tease.” 

“Oh that’s it,” he whispers, “love when you moan my name like that.” He slips a finger in her, slowly beginning to pump it in and out.

“So good at this,” Y/n squirms slightly, shifting weight onto a different foot. 

“Only for you.” He slides another finger in, the coolness of the metal a stark contrast to the heat of her. 

She moans louder and reaches down to grip his forearm, “killin’ me.” 

“Just you wait.” He laughs softly and kneels down, placing his arm along her stomach to hold her up as he pulls down her bottoms with the Force.

“What- what are you doin’?” Y/n asks as his fingers speed up for a moment. She groan lowly and grips his shoulder.  

He doesn’t respond with words, just licks a spot on her inner-thigh. 

“O-oh,” She gasps, “while- while I’m standing?!” 

“You can do it,”  He assures, “I’ve got you. Always got you.” He licks up the rest of her thigh before pulling out his fingers. 

He looks up and makes sure to make eye contact before slowly licking them clean. Y/n’s eyes widen and she squirms to try to get more friction at the loss of his fingers. 

“Patience,” Anakin chides and pushes his nose against her clit. 

“Fuck- more Ani, more,” she nods quickly. 

He chuckles softly and tilts his head up to begin to lap his tongue against her. Y/n mewls and fists his hair, tugging at the curls she loves so much. 

Anakin sucks her clit into his mouth and expertly swirls his tongue around it with a small hum. 

“Holy fuck,” Y/n breathes raggedly, pulling his hair harder, “g- gonna come. S- soon.” 

He squeezes her thigh with his free hand and presses his tongue harder, dragging it slowly along her now. 

She squeezes her eyes shut tight, panting for a few moments, “f-faster. Please. Not slow- stop it.” She begs. 

Anakin laughs against her and flicks his tongue back and forth, rubbing her hip softly with his thumb. 

Y/n moans loudly, her jaw dropping as she comes. Her hips jerk forward but Anakin pushes them back to keep her upright. He gets gentler, slowly licking her to help her come down from her high. 

“Thank- thank you,” she pants out, scratching his scalp a little as she loosens the harsh grip on his hair. 

Anakin pulls away and licks his lips clean, smirking up at her, “plenty more where that came from, my love.”