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harmshake · 7 months

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Good Hair Day

🖤 Pairing: Gabi (black fem oc) x Solo Sikoa

🖤 No warnings. Pure Solo Sikoa fluff. 🌺

🖤 Word Count: ~900

Happy reading! Read my Solo fics and other stuff here, if you'd like. ✨

Two p.m. every Saturday afternoon the hair appointment was set. Gabi didn't have a salon, hell, she didn't even have a chair. Just her little one-bedroom apartment and her sofa where she sat in her cozy, black sundress—and where Sefa sat on the carpet between her thighs as she braided his long, fluffy hair.

He could have booked his hair appointments with a more professional setup, but he liked her work and he liked her as she was one of his only friends that he'd stayed in touch with after high school.

Gabi would braid his hair then in gym class, sitting on the bleachers in the same way they both sat now, playing with his beautiful, light brown, and wavy locks by running her fingers through it before he fussed at her to hurry up before their next period started.

Yet as he reclined between her legs now with a red Gatorade tipped to his lips, he was in no hurry as Gabi was skilled and fast, braiding down his mane into stylish cornrows every week before he had to be at work around six that evening.

"Who you wrasslin' tonight?" she asked playfully as she parted another section of his hair towards the side of his head, a little more than halfway done.

"If you came to the show, you would know," Sefa said saltily but she laughed. "So you comin'?"

"You know I don't like wrestlin' like that, sir. And watch your tone." She lightly popped him with her rat tail comb on his broad shoulder behind his white tee and he sucked his teeth.

"But you like me, right? So bring yo' ass tonight. You know you ain't gotta pay." Sefa tried to look back at her with those big, brown puppy dog eyes to plead with her, but she grabbed his bearded jaw and craned his head back to the TV that played a rerun of Martin neither of them paid much attention to since they both saw it a thousand times.

"I love your mean ass and you know that. But I don't know if I wanna see you and all these big ass men throwin' each other around," Gabi replied softly, thinking back to the one time she did go to one of his shows and damn near cringed the whole time in fear of her friend getting hurt in his fatal four-way match. He had won it but still.

"If you loved me, you'd come tonight. Please, Gabi," Sefa begged again and now she was curious why. He'd worked in the indie circuit about a year and a half now, and he'd never put this much pressure on her to attend.

"Oh my god, you're dramatic. What's so special about tonight?"

"I ain't wanna spoil it 'cause I wanted to see the look on your face buuut...I got a title match tonight. And I'm goin' over." He could barely hide the giddiness in his deep, raspy voice and it made her smile, even though she wasn't certain what that wrestling jargon meant.

"'Goin' over' as in...?"

"I'm gonna be the new champion."

"Oh, wow! That's dope, Sef! Damn. That woulda been an amazing surprise," Gabi huffed as her fingers wove another braid down his back. She was grateful her medium length, pastel pink nails didn't slow her down as this man had a lot of hair.

"See, shoulda just said yes. But thank you, ma, for real. Been a long time comin'," Sefa said with both humility and pride in his soft tone. She knew he was right because her friend had been busting his ass working shows all over Florida, and a few out of state, week in and week out to earn that chance to hold a championship.

And all without the help of his family who were already big stars in the only wrestling promotion she was familiar with before Sefa introduced her to local promotions. He deserved it and she was proud of him, too.

It made her lean over to plant a big kiss on his forehead with her plump, brown lips as she added, "I'll be there tonight to see it happen, then."

"Really?!" Sefa looked over his shoulder again to meet her coffee-colored eyes, his excitement swirling in his. It made Gabi smile from ear to ear as she nodded. His smile grew big, too, as he suddenly reached up a huge, tatted arm to slug around her neck and pull her into a one-armed, headlock hug that made her giggle like a little kid as he planted a few kisses of his own atop her big, black bonnet that held her own box braids that she did herself a week ago.

"Aight, enough! With your big, goofy ass!" Gabi cried with another laugh as he wiggled her in his strong ass grip and covered her round face with kisses before releasing her.

"Love you, too," he finally said back, all gruff and tough as he teasingly squeezed her left knee in his large hand, but his sweet grin on his pink lips was telling. It meant the world to him to have her support, especially tonight.

"Yeah, yeah. Now lemme finish, boy," she teased back and made him face the TV again.

Yet a smile lingered on her lips, too, because of course she'd support her friend. Always had through thick and thin—and she was grateful the only thing thick that ever came between them was all his hair. Hair she knew how to tame...even if the man it was attached to could be a lovely handful.

Thanks for reading! 🖤

This was 100% inspired by my sis, @mzv11, sending me this post this morning cuz WHEW, look at Solo. 🥵

And naturally I then sent that post to my other sis, @theninthwonder, and we were both inspired with the same fic idea based on the same pic cuz we all got that Scorpio hive mind. 🤣

Read her Solo story here! 💞

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wuntrum · 11 months

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kinda happy kinda sad crush night story. i got a crush a little over a year ago on someone i've seen around but not interacted with much (because of a dream where i hugged them. i woke up and was like brain wtf but it was too late). i am like. very aro but not fully (bi), and also neutral ace so i'm used to thinking abt crushes "yeah they nice but i don't really care to learn more about them and i definitely wouldn't want to date them". so imagine my surprise when i found out we share like 80% of interests and the rest was the stuff that we showed each other and went wow thats so cool. they were super nice and i thought yeah i actually want this to go somewhere, this is like a winning lottery ticket. we shared a whole bunch of adventures since then, spent so much time together and became very good friends but despite my gentle encouragement of their company and general openness i never noticed any signs that they were into me or wanted to try and spend more time with me so i started getting used to the idea of just being their friend because they were so nice and interesting. i thought it was worth feeling and experiencing anyway. throughout this whole journey i shared my feelings with a couple of best friends as emotional support, they knew since the beginning about all of this and gave me advice and just generally listened to all that. at some point early this spring i accidentally introduced one of them to my crush, my friend started flirting with them every second they were in the same room and a month later i found out from another person that they started dating. i tried to talk about it but now i'm two friends less and still with that stupid crush. i wouldn't want to delete that from my life if i could go back, but the ending sucked i'm gonna be honest. at no point did i know for sure what was going on between us there but i liked the potential. i just regret not enjoying it more, i thought it was just the beginning when it was already ending.

aw, i'm sorry to hear that anon, that sounds really tough :( i think one of the hardest parts about life generally, like not even just relationships and stuff, is that it's so hard to appreciate an experience while you're in it...it's always in retrospect when you realize how much it actually meant to you. i think with time it'll hurt less, and you'll find new potentials with other people, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't sting right now of course </3

#asks #crush night

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kpopscruggles · 5 months

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hi 😘😘🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 here to drop you another gay story but this time a continuation of one of the prompts i sent you with heeseung my one and only boyfriend (mind you my bias list: sunghoon, jake, sungchan, kyungjun, and jeno) REMEMBER GIRL IM NOT A WRITER AND I HAVENT PROOF READ THIS 😭😭😭

its been months since yn and heeseung's shenanigans (an elaborate plan by hee's friends to confess to his crush since first year turned into hee finding out everyone wants to fuck his crush and him turning possessive over him to beomgyu one of his bsfs convincing yn that hee only wants to fuck him to win the game turned into basically that shes all that film synopsis. BUT in the end all is well as they got tgt!)

heeseung has been glowing ever since (prolly because of the cum he got sucking yn's dick but dont tell anyone that). Come on its THE YN: pretty, smart, caring, a fucking monster in bed-

"we get it heeseung you got yn wrapper around your fingers, you spoil him and vice versa and you both are in a loving relationship" jake said shutting heeseung up "God why did we even set them up together hes double annoying" Sunghoon replied

"Oh come on you guys havent heard Y/n say shit about Heeseung, they arent even together and he's acting like him and Heeseung are married and have 3 children and he wants another" Jungwon replied "He even sends me pictures of Heeseung and the second i compliment heeseung he threatens to destroy me and my ancestors" As Jungwon rolled his eyes Sunghoon acted offended

"Damn babe why are you flirting with him when you have me?" Sunghoon says with puppy eyes while flexing his arms

"Jungwon Out. Yn o- Oh surprising yn is not here. Well good, No distractions its almost finals and all of you are fucking twinks instead of practicing" Their coach said.

Heeseung is annoyed by the new coach's attitude like heeseung didn't aced the game by tasting Yn before and after each game. He needs YN and all the coach want is to exert his body until he gets too tired to even talk to YN

"Babe!" Yn says softly to a tired and pissed off Heeseung

"Car. Now." Heeseung said after hugging Yn and carressing his ass

Heeseung undressed himself and let YN do whatever he wants but he got too impatient and just pushed YN in the back of the car and fucked him doggy style.

Heeseung went through his phone as he continued fucking Yn. "Hey Babe Jay snapped me a vid of him fucking Sunoo" Heeseung said "Oh wow Sunoo got every Gay Man's dream get fucked by a hot rich guy" Hee just deepened his thrusts "And what's that supposed to mean?" Yn just stayed silent

"Should we send him a backshot of y-" "Heeseung. Do you Love me?" Yn asked which made Heeseung surprised "Of course babe! Yn what made you th-" "I feel like youre just using me for my body, Do you want me or you do you just want to fu-" Heeseung shutted him up with a kiss

"I love you. Im obsessed with you. Everything about you YN if theres anything thst I could do to convince you I will do it. Heeseung said while kissing every part of yn's face

"Can we stop fucking or just stop cumming for like a week? I'm just tired yk" Yn said "Ok!" Heeseung said "I Love you" Yn said kissing him. But only for a minute because "Babe I swear its just precum"

After cleaning the mess heeseung made and dressing his boyfriend with his clothes they went on numerous places that yn wanted to go that day. But it is really hard for Heeseung to contain himself especially with his boyfriend wearing clothes 2x the size of him and him having to hold down his shorts

"Babe you can like stop it with holding my waist"

"But youre gonna flash everyone if I let you go ☹️ I want it for myself"

"Heeseung you dont have to hold it like youre my belt though"

"No" Heeseung pecks Yn's lip as they continued their date

*awkward timeskip cause girl i cant write and youre prolly not horny anymore*

"Babe, are you sure nothing is bothering you"

"YES. Yes. yes." Yn just said sternly. Heeseung knew that all he needed was a hug so a hug he gave "Goodnight babe, I love you" He said without failing this kiss him.

Its 12mn and yn is frustrated. emotionally and sexually. and heeseung with his arms raised while sleeping making his happy trail visible from the shirt hes wearing is not helping with his frustration.

Yn just looked at heeseung intently savoring every feature heeseung has. From his cute eyes, his attractive nose, his pursing lips, his arms, the visible clothed chest, the peeking stomach, and his big bulge on his sweatpants. "Fuck It"

Heeseung woke up with a heavy weight on his lap. "Yn? Ugh fuck" As he become more conscious he realized whats going on. yn has been grinding on his bulge for god knows how long. And with his dick feeling wet hes sure he came more than once unconciously.

"Yn? Hey Yn? Yn youre crying whats wrong" Heeseung said moving his lap so that he could cuddle yn "Its just its been a rough week; my parents are annoying, my friends keep flaking on me, uni is shit, and i heard people saying you just use me cause im the only hole willing to fuck you" He says the last part softly wishing Heeseung didnt heard it. "Babe, istg who are they"

"NO. No. Dont bother ugh its just my insecurities going up again" Yn says. Heeseung smirks knowing just the thing to get it off his mind.

"Use me" "What?" "Yn. Use Me. I'm Yours Anyways" Heeseung stated sternly. Yn stuttered before he kisses Heeseung and push on the headboard.

Yn kissed every part of heeseung: his arms, his fingers, his chest, his abs, and of course his bulge. Yn knew Heeseung was not at fault but whats a little teasing gonna do?

"Ugh Yn yeah just like that" Heeseung kept moaning with every thrust yn does to his bulge. He continued grinding on his cock until Heeseung looks visibly tired. "Yn damn haha the exercise im putting you on probably built up your stamina huh" Yn knew he had to satisfy him so he went down and freed Heeseung's dick from his boxers. It didnt took long until Heeseung released himself inside Yn.

Yn laid on top of Heeseung. With him being very small it was not hard for Heeseung to envelope himself on yn's body. Heeseung kisses his forehead "I love you". "I love you too babe" Yn replied.

"Damn Babe my covers were SOAKING how many times did we cum"

"Well you came unconciously three times and when you were concious four"

"YN? Damn babe, And you say im the horndog?"

"Shh"

"Come kiss my dick then babe im sure its bruised with all that you did"

Yn went down to his bulge and unclothed heeseung's dick but

"The one week no cum challenge starts today" He kisses heeseung's cheek while holding hee's dick teasingly.

YOUR GETTING ME EXCITED FOR YOUR ASKS CAUSE THIS SHIT WAS FUCKING FINGER LICKING SCRUMPTIOUS!!!

The way heeseung would accept this challenge but is definitely struggling and begging after the second day because he loves having you in any way shape or form!!! Okay but you guys having one class together and the whole time he has your hand against his cock “baby I’m so hard~ please don’t leave me like this I’m begging you~” he’ll give all pouty and big puppy eyes “I can make you cum~ you can fill my throat baby~ please please~”

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #heeseung smut #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung hard hours #🏳️‍🌈 anon

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sirjuggles · 1 year

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Worm Reading - Part 6, Arc 6 Tangle

Ah we’re lying to dad again. Can’t keep this up forever. Also can we give a shout-out for a sec to Danny for being so incredibly supportive and understanding? He’s a single dad, his teenage daughter has been going through heart-wrenching trouble at school, she gets caught in a terrorist attack and wounded badly enough to be bedridden, as soon as she’s better she starts disappearing and not coming home for long stretches of time with little details about what she’s doing, and through it all he’s just like “I love you and I’m worried about you but you do what you have to do as long as you stay safe.” Like ok admittedly she’s super not safe, but he’s trying his best and giving way more than I think you could reasonably expect from someone in his situation!

Hrmmmm while reading the news, we get “...a brief update on a twelve year old girl that had gone missing two weeks before the ABB situation started, that was now presumed dead...“ Maybe my literary paranoia is too high, but sentences like this one set off my alarm bells like a TV News Report in the background of the diner talking about a “mysterious new virus sweeping the nation.”

Uh-oh Lung’s still at large, even without his eyes. So it’s almost like his power is working on a grander scale here: every time Taylor has fought Lung she has violated his body on a very personal level (intentionally or not), and this is only going to serve to make him a more dedicated enemy for her.

Actually, hah, I don’t know if this is really a thing among villains, but at this point Skitter is legitimately Lung’s Nemesis! She is the one who keeps foiling his plans and leaving him broken!

Building furniture with Brian. Seems like he’s got a nice apartment. Awww Taylor has such a crush on this guy. God between her mom passing away and the bullying at school she has zero romantic experience doesn’t she? Oof that’s such a tough time. Hope she doesn’t do anything too stupid...

Oh Aisha is a problem. That’s a girl who doesn’t know when to keep her mouth shut and enjoys attention. Alarm bells ringing, she is gonna get herself into something.

Alright, we have a dangerous mission proposed. I really don’t see any good that can come of this. The opportunity to meet the Boss as a reward feels like something that is being dangled specifically to convince Taylor to stick around. I’m wondering how much of that is Tattletale knowing more than she lets on. I’m not yet fully convinced that I’m wrong on the “Tattletale is Boss” angle.

Oh ok we’re just diving into a party fully of superheroes. Uhhhh this feels massively unwise.

Well, honestly this has gone more successfully than I expected, and still seems to have completely failed.

Ok we knew Armsmaster was a badass but he is very clearly on a whole different level when it comes to hand-to-hand combat. Dude is Batman with fancier weapons.

Ooof got out of that one by the skin of their teeth!

Oohp fight has moved to the parking garage! Can I just say, the Travelers are absolute nightmares in a fight!! I don’t know what their whole social drama is, but they have such a potent combo of distraction + offense that it is legitimately scary.

Oh. So the mysterious Boss was Coil. Ok, that’s... kinda obvious in hindsight. Almost anticlimactically so.

Interesting. So, if Coil is to be believed, he is basically right on the edge of successfully controlling the city. To hear him tell it, it sounds like a perfect solution. My biggest concerns are that he seems to be implying that individual teams such as the Undersiders and other capes will basically rule over their own territory. That is a sketchy form of governance, and is easily open to abuse. Also, he makes it sound as though a disorganized Protectorate would be a non-issue, but I’m not convinced that such a large national organization is going to sit by and just let a villain rule a whole city like this.

Oh Wow confrontation with Danny. That just sucked all around. The worst part is... I think I mostly sympathize with Danny. Just like I said before, he has been incredible supportive and flexible for his young daughter while being kept completely in the dark. As a parent that’s a nightmare scenario and he has given more freedom and understanding than many parents would. I get that Taylor doesn’t really feel like she has a choice, she can’t tell him the truth, but... I can’t help but wonder what would happen if she did? Of course no parent wants to hear their kid is a villain, has fought and hurt people. But after all the love and support he’s shown, even when she lashes out, I can’t help but think that he could maybe begin to understand that just because she’s not a Hero doesn’t make her a Bad Guy. Though to be fair, objectively she is committing crimes and hurting people, as much as Lisa would like to brush over that. It’s really easy to get taken in by that narrative isn’t it?

Interlude 6: Canary - Yeesh this is nightmarish. Though of course, in this case as in real life, the real nightmare is the justice system and incarceration system!

As soon as we heard the descriptions I went “OH it’s Lung and Bakuda! Honestly, they’re both monsters, but I do kinda hope they pull this escape attempt off.”

Yeah Bakuda is a psycho but you gotta give her credit for being tough and having determination. Almost got out of that truck too. It was a good plan.

I think I like Dragon.

Yeeeeesh that is a... shame of an ending. Like I said, both Bakuda and Lung are monsters but... in a story like this, they’re both entertaining monsters in their own way. I have some very small wonder as to whether we’ll see either one of them pop back up again at some point. That ending was not technically explicit for either one of them.

#Parahumans #Worm #Wormblr #Wildbow #Worm Readalong #Mine #worm spoilers

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cheatingwifelover · 5 months

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Cheating After Lunch Part 2

(fucking tumblr wouldn't let me post this as a single post, wtf.....I've posted much longer stories without a problem).

I got home from work to find she had come home with a couple new pairs of heels and she told me the creepy guy wasn't there. But here is what she didn't tell me until just a few years ago. She got to the store and the guy wasn't there alright. It was a woman behind the counter so she felt comfortable going in to shop. She tried on some shoes, then decided to try on some sexy clothes. The salesgirl would bring things to the dressing room to try on, so she didn't bother to cover up between items or close the door.

Then suddenly it wasn't the salesgirl, it was the creepy guy. holding a top for her to try on, finding her standing there topless.

“Wow, nice,” he said. “I will bring you some stuff you're going to love.”

He was wearing sweatpants and she couldn't help noticing that they were tenting from his big semi-hard cock. She closed the door but it didn't have a lock.

Soon he was bringing her tops and skirts. He would just open the door without asking so he caught her in various states of undress, but each time closing the door when he left.

Finally, she said sarcastically, “why even bother with the door since you don't knock or ask to come in anyway?

“Ok I won't bother,” he replied, and left it open.

He came back with a polaroid camera and told her how hot he thought she was and that her he'd give her a pair of shoes for free if she let him take a photo for his scrapbook.

She laughed it off but he continued to pester her and eventually she let him take a photo just so he'd stop bothering her. She let him snap a photo of her topless. Of course that only encouraged him and he came back for another photo. When she looked he had his cock out, erect, and big.

"I remember you from last time,” he said. “I'm glad you came back without your husband. I knew you would. I've been waiting for you. This is what you do to me."

He asked her to do a couple lines of coke with him. She had never tried even marijuana, and she was curious so she asked if that would shut him up?

"I've never done it before, I've only seen it in the movies, what do I do?” she said.

He showed her and she tried it and found she liked how it made her feel. She kept trying things on getting increasingly lax about her state of dress until just like she had with the salesgirl, she ceased any further attempts at modesty.

She loved how she was feeling and asked him if she could try it again, which of course he agreed to, and did a couple more lines. It seemed like the next thing she knew he had her on her knees with his cock in her mouth, snapping photos.

"Oh fuck you're good at this," he told her, which she found oddly flattering.

“I bet your husband doesn't have a cock like this for you. I hope this won't be the last time I see you."

He sat down on the chair in the dressing room and pulled her to him, started making out with her, and sucking her tits.

“I'm gonna fuck you,” he told her. “Lift up.”

She straddled his hips and guided his cock into her married pussy.

He told her she had a hot tight cunt, which again she found flattering. She made out with him as she rode his cock. She came hard three times before he finally exploded into her. On the way home she started to worry about not having used a rubber and fearing what might happen if he'd given her something, but of course, it was too late for regret.

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fridgrave · 1 year

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Ok so, I know you're not the biggest fan of Ethan, and from what I can tell it's mainly stemmed from Rogue Nation and Fallout (mainly fallout, but if I'm wrong forgive me, I'd love to read more about your opinions they're really interesting).

What was first thing that made you dislike him, and do you have any thoughts on what Tom and McQ could (but won't) do to redeem Ethan in your eyes? What they could do to redeem anything that they've messed up in the movies they made?

(No problem f you don't care just thought it would be a good discussion)

wow that's a real question here 😳

and before I'll tell more about my dislike to ethan i must notice, what when i just came in this fandom two years and one month ago i loved ethan. i was a benthan stan, i made content with them (fics and art), and it was fun!

i was a 18 years old liberal girl with no idea how world is really working, i was much healthier mentally than now and my life was much easier. i had no need in everything — and i had no need to change my mind in such questions as "why countries can't be just friends so people like me would never die in different conflicts and wars". i can't say is that ignorance a bad or normal thing, it's up to you to decide, but I'm thinking all the people don't mind such things before it's touching them. we have too much other problems to think that globally while everything else is okay, but when it's bad you want to know why.

but I'm going too fast. even if my life was okay in 2020 i always had this... unifying theme in my art and other mind activities. it's inner potential. i always thought and still think what i'm nothing. i don't bring anything new or good in this world, so every character who became my blorbo got from me this inner conflict about this "changing the world" stuff — and yet me myself is not in my villain arc, all my blorbos are intended in good deeds as well (i like to think what i'm a good person, you know,,,). benji, whom i kinn A LOT, had this potential. he really is a guy who just wants everyone to be okay, he cares and tries his best, but he's not perfect as ethan and has some common sense. when i came in m:i fandom i knew what most of franchise audience sees benji as a comic relief while he's not worse than ethan, even more interesting sometimes — and much closer to a viewer because he makes mistakes. actually, benji is a viewer in some way, he helps to make movies more real and touching

i was... offended by it. i wanted benji to be in focus as he deserved, so i started to think: what did go wrong? my first thought was his conflict with solomon, what could be the best part of fallout and a great boost for this boring monotonous garbage, but in fact we had one dialog line between them and one unrealistic (but still stressful, not gonna lie) fight in the end. i wanted more. more tense between them, more of benji's trauma. i didn't ship them yet but i felt what this bond between them is more real and catching than between lane and ethan. why? because now i see what mc and cruise had no idea how to write a real fighter with a system. they make solomon a casual terrorist, what is a disappointment, because all his conflict with ethan now sucks as well. mccruises tried to make one type of an antagonist, but if you understand at least something in world-system theory (as real system fighter SHOULD understand) you would see what lane's deeds in rn do literally nothing to bring any changes. you could see more my thoughts about it in my recent fic "on the sleeve".

so, i started to think about benji and solomon and their conflict more, putting ethan on a background. i still liked him, but started to see that lanedunn dynamic what turned into other my fic i never finished (insp by the inheritance with simon)

and then, at summer of 2021 me and my bestie grisha came up with idea what trembled me a lot: after solomon the best antagonist for ethan would be benji. it started from benji's love to ethan, what benji was tired of government and how they treated everyone — and especially ethan. but, thinking about this consent we realized why this works and doesn't work in the same time

this was the moment when i saw the most huge ethan's problem. he never changes.

me and grisha understood what benji's side is logically right. what agencies like cia make things much worse than people they fight with, and while ethan is on their side he's wrong (i met grisha thanks to the show "person of interest what has that m:i vibes but much much cooler and it talks on such themes as government crimes, check this out!). so we had a problem: or on our story benji looses what is a bad end, or ethan dies or something — but never changes his side because he can't to this. i talked about how he never changes and i'm too tired to write it again on english, а на русском вы читать не будете.

that was solomon's time. we started our syndicate au, but with shipping benji and lane we needed to work on syndicate as an entity. we took the idea what mccruises wanted to put in it and made it real, so a bunch of terrorists became a solid organization what has a goal to bring a real revolution in this world

i started my way as a communist. my life was getting worse as well and i saw how capitalism is dangerous for the most of the people. i was thinking about it, but after 24 of february it became clear as a day for me

how is this connected to ethan? well, it's harder to say how it's not

tom cruise is a billionaire producer, and every single idea in mission impossible comes through his point of view: point of view of a white rich american man. he's connect with usa government just like his character ethan, but while hunt runs over the globe and fights with bad guys tom cruise uses his money and influence to make such movies like m:i and top gun which whole idea is simple: usa always wins. usa are good guys. usa sending their agents into other countries without any permission because usa knows what's right and what's wrong, like it was in iran, vientam, syria and other countries. usa has the best airborne, the best army and technology. i can tell this for a long time, but it's not necessary — all of you saw this in hundreds of movies. all i said is not a secret

and ethan is an embodiment of this capitalistic system. perfect american man who never lose. ethan always knows best, whatever his friends say, he can find a way in every situation, can beat a guy who's smarter than him with no reason and explanation, can return to life even after deadly experience

and since i realized this i hate ethan. he's not even a character — he's a system itself. the system i'm against of. i have no respect for him, because he has no value as just a character. he is a mary (marty?) sue made for one reason: make you believe what usa is good and cool one. for 6 films cruise didn't gave ethan nothing more than some epic scenes. no personality, no growth. and if tom cruise doesn't see ethan as a character — why should i?

#wow it's a lot to read #and if theres some shitty english i say what i didn't reread this #because i'm tired and i hate i must to use english instead of my native language

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thegeminisage · 11 months

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ok, i'm gonna try this stupid sand seal plushie minigame again. now that the game has been out awhile there are video guides! one mad lad used recall which is SUCH a brilliant idea

I DID IT......wow recall really was the hack

wah whenever i catch sight of the light dragon....my heart..............

how tf u supposed to get in this lil monster tower...

YOOO this shrine where you have to melt ice blocks to get in...thats neat dude

also this lil construct guy who waited 10k years to tell me 😭

this well is DARK which is how i found out the mirror of twilight fabric actually glows! that's so cool!!!

shrine IN the well. absolutely sick

oooh, i stumbled on a yiga hideout...my third one!

one left in the gerudo area now

noooo my bike despawned...rip

i finally broke the bike. it fell down mount drena lol i think that's very fair

DINRAAL!!! girl i need your claw...ugh but she's too far away >:(

you know what, fuck it. i got some charges. i'm gonna go for it with the bike

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I'M LITERALLY RIDING DINRAAL!

i got my HEAT ARMOR............i got my BIKE

wow. i'm gonna stay up here forever. this is great

like i knew you could ride them unlike in botw. that got spoiled for me. but to actually do it...

heh heh heh i almost fell off taking a selfie. nvm about my totk reservations this is WAY better than botw this rules

SNAGGED myself a claw! HELL yes! (i don't want to go back to the spring of power)

oh sick i think she's going down into the chasms..........girl bye

ugh this reminds me i am sooo behind on pics & vids i need to post...

okay. my fire armor still sucks but i'm gonna try that fucking gleeok fight again. i wanna kill one so so so bad and there was just a blood moon so it'll be awhile before it comes back if i get it...i can explore lake hylia...

so the good news is. i have 200 arrows. the bad news is. even with a full set it's STILL. DAMAGING ME. WITH HEAT!!!

NOOOOOOOO i got it down to a SLIVER of health and i think it's about to do the attack that killed me before!!!!!!!!!!! IM SCARED

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh my god you can fly up on the fireballs and i GOT IT WITH ONE FINAL SHOT...........oh my god finally FINALLY 110 hours into the game i have killed the hylia bridge gleeok

cut down a tree i needed to climb for a korok seed. BUT, i used a stake to put the tree back in the ground. i love this game!!!

lol i found blood moon guy again. dude........

i've worked my way around to the original zonai ruins! i remember looking at them from a nearby mountain or maybe sheikah tower in botw and thinking how cool they seemed...i had to fly over a bunch of guardians to make it, lol

i bet this goddess statue will ask after the mother statue too. which is a huge bummer bc i need to trade in my shrines for hearts lol

FAROSH CANONICAL SHE/HER PRONOUNS HELL YEAH GIRL

man look ok this is what i mean about totk. there used to be like a ton of enemies here and now theres Nothing. i cant believe theyre not doing Anything with theeee original zonai ruins. i see chests here i can't get so maybe there's at least a quest later? :/

killed this black hinox so fast the music didnt even have time to start >:) i've only done that with red ones prior to this

SUPER cool "open ceiling" cave between cora lake and lake hylia. looks like something out of ffxi (honorific) lol. i bet it's so pretty at night

338 korok seeds! i found almost 100 seeds today lol. im turning them in and going to bed

AGH I WAS SO CLOSE....two seeds away from what i think was my last upgrade!! or maybe there's one more row of shields.

and of course 562 seeds to go. at least i'm almost halfway...

#personal #loz blogging #totk lb #totk spoilers #i don't actually know if i should be getting ALL these seeds before the end of the game #but i just can't stomach the idea of being somehwere and leaving them behind. and having to come back and get them again later. EUGH #i knew it would turn out this way...i tried to do it in small doses...it's too late. im doomed

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Love in the First Degree

A few years ago I got some rather lascivious art commissioned of Joe and Mimi, and I’ve wanted to write something for it ever since, and like two years later, here it finally is! I’m, uh, gonna put all this under a read more because it’s smut! It’s outright smut! Don’t click the readmore if you don’t want to read smut!

Title: Love in the First Degree Rating: Explicit Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46299025 Summary: Mimi has been oh so pent up lately and with her boyfriend constantly busy with his residency and she working on her own business, there's been no chance for her to get any chance of release.

At least not until the brilliant idea comes to mind to visit Joe at his work and give him a proposition she just knows he won't be able to turn down.

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Did Mimi Tachikawa love Joe Kido?

Of course, there was no question about that.

Had they both been going through a lot lately with work?

Definitely.

But did that mean Mimi wasn’t absolutely, utterly pent up from the past few stressful weeks without any release in the form of her boyfriend pounding her as hard as possible?

Without a doubt.

The entire day at work so far, she had been in her office, trying to get anything done and coming up short each time. The new accessory line she was conceptualizing just wasn’t happening today, and Mimi knew that if the past few days were any indication, she’d be sitting at her desk all day, coming up with half-baked sketches that she’d absolutely abhor.

A long, frustrated groan fell from her lips as she tossed her pen aside, not caring at the moment that it rolled off her desk and fell onto the floor. She leaned back in her chair, folding her arms, unable to stop herself from pouting and frowning. She needed to do something about this.

Sure, she could go home for lunch, go to town on herself, and come back to try and focus, but she had a feeling it wouldn’t help nearly as much because she’d just be thinking about Joe.

“Aw, screw it. I’m taking this in my own hands,” she grumbled to herself, pushing herself up with nothing short of fiery determination in her eyes. She left her office, determined as ever, bidding goodbye to everyone and jetting back home as quickly as she could.

Searching through her closet to find just what to wear to wow her man wasn’t difficult in the slightest. The idea came to her when she was on the train, and she knew in an instant that Joe would be speechless as soon as he saw her. Though it made digging through the closets much more of an arduous experience, she was glad she had made sure to save just about every outfit she’d ever worn— even ones that she had long outgrown.

As her eyes lingered across various outfits, she noticed her old, trademark cowboy dress and hat, smiling to herself as she plucked some hangers out and started to change.

Of course, given how little skin this outfit covered, she made sure to call a cab to the hospital he was doing his residency at, if only to avoid any awkward and bad situations on the train.

Hopefully the hospital didn’t outright turn her away as soon as they saw what she was wearing…

…Then again, no one could stand strong against the legendary Mimi Tachikawa charm.

When the trip ended and she stepped out of the cab, Mimi was just glad that these boots still fit, because otherwise it would have ruined the point of the whole outfit if she had to abandon them for something else. She sucked in a deep breath and plastered on a wide, confident smile, then started to strut into the hospital, pushing down the nerves that were telling her this was going to blow up in her face.

Once she entered, the receptionist’s eyes went wide, and Mimi was silently grateful that the lobby was basically empty. She tugged her far-too-short skirt down a bit to hide the view of her panties from the poor woman sitting behind the desk, but still presented that bright smile as she walked up to her.

“Hi!” she chirped happily in greeting. She splayed her hands out against the counter and leaned forward, feeling her shirt ride up slightly, ignoring that to focus on the woman in front of her. “Do you happen to know what floor Joe Kido is on today? I’m his girlfriend and was hoping to find him?”

The poor receptionist stared up at her with wide eyes and a dumbfounded look on her face, in absolute disbelief that a woman who was barely dressed had just marched in there like nothing was wrong, and Mimi would be lying if she said she didn’t feel a little bit guilty.

But sometimes a woman just needed to come a half dozen times and nothing else mattered.

“J-J-J-Joe Kido?” the woman stammered, still unable to take her eyes off of Mimi, and Mimi nodded. After a moment, the woman cleared her throat and looked at her computer, fingers typing away as she willed herself not to look up.

“H-H-He’s on the fourth floor today.”

“Thank you so much!” Mimi said, her hands clasped together before she turned on her heel to head to the elevators. The receptionist let out a quiet sigh and instead began to focus on her work as Mimi walked into the first elevator to open.

She hit the button for the fourth floor, and as the elevator started to whir to life again, Mimi reached down and started to pull her panties off. “Please don’t let there be a camera in here…” she mumbled to herself as she popped one foot up. With a bit of maneuvering and a lot of balance, she managed to get them off, and once they were, she held them up in front of herself. A sly, satisfied smirk came on her face before she held them tight in a balled fist, obscuring them from view.

As the elevator started to reach its destination, Mimi pulled out a tube of lipstick from her bag, applying a fresh coat of bright pink lipstick. She smacked her lips and as the elevator doors opened, she confidently strode out, now a woman on a mission.

She placed a hand on her hip as she looked down each end of the hallway, lips pursed into a thin line as she waited to see if her boyfriend would appear from around a corner. But no luck. Mimi sighed and shook her head.

“Now I just need to find Joe and not get kicked out of here…” she mused under her breath. However, as footsteps rang out from around one corner, Mimi’s eyes went wide and she cursed under her breath before she ran down the other way. She rounded the other corner and stopped near a bathroom, taking a moment to catch her breath.

The fact that maneuvering in these boots and this outfit was hard enough wasn’t helping in her goal of quickly and sneakily finding her boyfriend. She just hoped he would appreciate this whole getup and all the painstaking effort she went to for this.

Her legs were shaking in anticipation, and those butterflies were still in her stomach, and she could feel herself tingling with the want and need for her boyfriend.

She stood where she was, taking a deep breath to steady herself, before she froze when she heard another pair of footsteps rounding the corner. However, she recognized the pair of glasses and the blue hair with ease, and despite the distance, she could see the deep blush on his face.

Joe walked over to her as quickly as he could without breaking into an outright run, looking like he was about to explode once he reached her.

“Mimi! Wh-what’re you doing here? Why are you dressed like this!? You know this is a hospital, right?” he whispered with a strained voice. But it wasn’t lost on Mimi how he looked her up and down, and Mimi had a dangerous grin on her face.

“Now, now, sweetie, is that any way to greet your girlfriend?” she asked, voice low and husky, hoping to start working her magic right away. It seemed to work, as she saw him shiver, and glanced down to watch goosebumps trail along his arms.

“W-well, no, it’s-it’s just that if someone else sees you like this you’ll get kicked out!”

“Well, I made it all the way up here, didn’t I?” she asked, tossing a playful wink his way.

“Yes, but why are you dressed like that?” he asked. Her grin turned into a cute pout as she leaned in close.

“I know we’ve been so busy the past few weeks, and I don’t blame either of us, that’s just work, but…” she trailed off, taking a moment to bite her lip for effect. “I’ve just been so wound up lately… and I need you to help me out.”

Joe audibly gasped, his eyes wide at Mimi’s forthrightness.

“A-At the hospital? Mimi! Why not wait until tonight? When we don’t have the chance to get caught?”

This had the chance to completely and utterly backfire if Joe’s anxiety got out of control, but Mimi was hoping that she would be able to deftly dodge that with her own allure.

She blinked, looking up at him with big eyes, arching her back so her shirt could ride up to show more of her stomach.

“You wouldn’t turn down the chance to do whatever you want, would you?”

Joe choked.

Mimi and him were usually pretty open about things in the bedroom, even though it took plenty of time for him to open up and lighten up with what he wanted to do, but she wanted to do all she could to turn him on as best as she could.

“W-Whatever…?” he repeated slowly.

“Whatever you want.”

Joe swallowed hard, then looked past her down the hall.

“I mean… I guess I could take my lunch break early…” he said. He was jumpy, but somehow she managed to convince him, and that was the ultimate victory. Her eyes trailed down his body and she licked her lips, especially as she looked down to his bottoms to see them getting tighter around the front.

Oh, if he was pent up as she was, then she would barely be able to even walk out of here. With her free hand she grabbed his wrist and dragged him into a nearby supply closet. He let out a yelp as she pulled him along, and as soon as they were in, she slammed the door shut.

The only downside was that it was pitch black as soon as she did that.

She immediately leaned into the door and started to run her hand along the wall, letting out a sigh of relief as the light flipped on. Her fingers deftly locked the door, and she turned to look at Joe, that hungry look on her face. He was still nervous, which wasn’t a surprise, but she knew once they were hot and heavy it would all be good. She took slow, deliberate steps forward, and Joe stepped backwards, as if trying to get away from a lioness on the hunt.

He was backed into the back wall, taking another good look at her and fully taking in her outfit and just how… much it was. The way it rode up and hugged her body so well… he could feel himself heat up, and he bit down hard on the inside of his cheek as he felt his pants getting tighter and tighter.

In a flash, Mimi managed to stamp her leg against the wall right next to his head, and Joe jumped in place, unable to move much now that she had him pinned against the wall.

“Y…You…” he breathed out quietly.

“Yoga has been so helpful,” she purred, unable to help but giggle as she looked up at him. A very small part of Joe was wondering just how Mimi was able to stretch her leg like this with those thigh high boots on, but the rest of him could only process his beautiful girlfriend had him pinned against the wall and they were about to do…

He could barely handle what was running through his mind.

Especially once she pressed her breasts into his chest. Joe’s eyes went wide and all the air was sucked from his lungs.

“You’re not wearing a bra!?” he gasped.

“That’s not all I’m not wearing,” she told him.

Before he could ask just what she meant, she brought up her clenched hand and opened it to reveal a pair of panties. Ones that had blue and white horizontal stripes with a tiny little bow on the front.

“Y-Y-You came here not wearing underwear!?” he shouted.

“I took them off in the elevator so it’d be easier for us,” she told him slyly. “Plus if I was wearing them right now they’d be absolutely soaked.”

Joe’s expression brought Mimi so much joy and she had to do all she could to not have it show on her face. No, she wasn’t ruining all that she had built up in her head for what this would be just because her boyfriend’s reactions were just too adorable.

“Soaked…” he repeated.

Mimi nodded silently. She pressed her breasts into him again and smiled, “And remember, I said you can do whatever you want, so…” she trailed off. Joe’s breathing quickened as he looked at her, not even sure where to start. Every part of Mimi was perfect, and even when the two had sex it almost felt… overwhelming for Joe to get started. Her perfect leg up in the air next to his head certainly didn’t help matters, and he could’ve sworn he got a bit dizzy each time he glanced at it.

With a deep breath, he stretched his fingers, looking again at how Mimi dangled her underwear in front of him so enticingly. They’d definitely need to talk later about just what exactly was appropriate when it came to visiting him at work, but for now…

His right hand moved against her right leg, brushing the inside of her thigh gently, and he could feel the way her body spoke back with a long shiver in response.

“She wasn’t kidding…”

His fingers slowly crept up, not wanting to immediately get to work, knowing that she had come all the way out for something special, and now that she had mentioned it, he was reminded of the fact that his own needs hadn’t been satiated in just as long.

But, this was for Mimi, and as such, she was going to be put first.

Her skin was smooth, and even just tracing along her inner thigh caused a bolt of electricity, of want and need to shoot through him, too. He looked up to see her tilt her head back slightly, to see her suck in a breath, and he knew he was on the right track. He sucked in his own breath, before he moved his thumb to her entrance, gently ghosting it along.

“Ohh…” she moaned out, rolling her neck as she let the initial sensation wash over her.

“This is good?” he asked quietly, and she nodded silently, biting down on her lip.

His thumb continued to make long, gentle strokes, slow and calculated in a way that Joe always did whenever the two were in bed together, in a way that drove Mimi wild every time. Each time he grazed along her clit her shoulders shook and her leg shook, risking her balance were it not for Joe being there to hold onto her hip with his free hand.

Joe brought his hand away, giving his girlfriend a moment to gather herself, before he brought two fingers back to her vagina and slowly entered her, the act feeling agonizingly long to the brunette. She let out a quiet whine, biting down on her lip harder than before as he pushed his fingers in her, feeling her tighten around them.

Mimi worked so hard to create this experience for them: showing up to his work in one of her old, favorite outfits (that now exposed most of her skin), guiding him into a supply closet, and seducing him so he could finger fuck her as hard as she wanted. She was going to come first with all of this.

Well, of course she was going to come first with how he was going to town on her, but— no, now wasn’t the time to get caught up on that!

He kept a slow rhythm to his movements, his wrist swishing in gentle circles as he pumped his fingers inside her, the only sounds being his occasional grunt and her fast breaths.

Joe leaned in close to her, “Do you want me to go faster, now?” he whispered in her ear, his voice low in a way that caused the hairs on the back of her neck to rise. She nodded quickly, unable to say anything as she focused purely on him. Joe sped up, just a touch at first, before gradually rising in speed, as well as pushing his fingers deeper in her with each thrust.

By now, his want to be gentle was slowly giving way to lust and the need to make her come. He continued to speed up, his wrist working in tighter circles as he continued, and with each thrust, Mimi started to cry out, doing her best not to be too loud.

But even the normally anxious Joe— the one who had been so concerned about the fact that she showed up to his work half naked— couldn’t care about her volume control. If anything, it was just driving him wilder, and he could feel his own erection straining against his scrubs.

“Fuck… you feel so good, Mimi…” he breathed out.

“I’m going to come so hard when you’re done,” she said before gasping out for air again.

“With any luck you’re going to come two or three times,” he shot back, unable to help but chuckle at his own joke, and Mimi would’ve joined in his laughter if it wasn’t for the way his thumb hit her clit after another thrust.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she cried out in a whisper at the suddenly burst of pleasure that ignited through her core. Joe glanced up to see that beads of sweat started to form at the crown of her head, and, knowing he didn’t want to bring her to her (hopefully first) climax just yet, began to slow down his pace to leave her wanting and yearning for more.

His thrusts were still as strong as before, but each was punctuated by a few moments of his fingers lingering at her entrance before once again giving her the pleasure of pushing into her yet again.

Her juices soaked his hand, and, were he not so laser-focused on her, he would’ve taken the time to savor her taste. Joe swallowed hard, then, after letting his fingers linger just outside her, took a third finger, and slowly started to push himself inside her.

“I’m going to go fast, so don’t be afraid to hold onto me if you need,” he told her, once again taking a moment to look at her perfect leg that was still holding strong against the wall. “Believe me, doing that for this long already is incredible. This is going to be in my mind forever.”

Despite how she yearned for release, how she was still panting, she preened at his praise, flashing him a dazzling smile that almost made his knees buckle at the sight. She took a moment to press her breasts into him again, stealing a long, slow kiss. That smile kept up when she pulled away.

“Make me scream, baby.”

He would gladly do that. Well, he wouldn’t exactly want her to scream, but he was definitely going to give her what she wanted.

He took one last moment to rub circles around her clit, then wasted no time in thrusting inside her. If she had tightened around him before, then he had filled her up in a way that, given how good it was for him, must have been on the verge of euphoric for her. He flicked his wrist as he continued to thrust inside her, going harder, faster, and deeper than he had before, not wanting to stop, and not wanting to give her a moment of reprieve.

He wanted her to fall into orgasm after orgasm from this.

Joe wanted nothing more than to have her come all over his hand and then continuing on and on so it would keep happening.

He pushed harder and deeper in her, going as fast, as hard, as deep as he could, and Mimi’s quickening pants and whimpers were music to his ears. Joe bit down on his lower lip, closing his eyes, breathing heavy as he continued. In, in deeper, and then even deeper, and then repeat.

“I’m gonna come. Holy shit, Joe, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come so hard,” she choked out, head dizzy, resting her forehead against his shoulder as she tried so, so hard to gather her breath. Her leg against the wall was quaking, barely able to hold it still, only able to do so from sheer willpower. She pushed her hips forward, grinding into his fingers as best she could because she couldn’t get enough of him. He could feel her come to her first climax, and that only encouraged Joe to go even harder the he already was.

Even as she was coming, he continued to work her, and her grip on her panties tightened as another wave of pleasure surged through her, nearly causing her knee to buckle. She moaned, louder than the last time, and Joe didn’t even care to shush her this time. He wanted her to be loud, to come as hard as she could, and knowing that his fingers alone were able to cause this much ecstasy in her was something that caused pride to swell in him. But he still wasn’t done.

He kept working his fingers into Mimi, until finally she yelled, and he felt her unclench just slightly, felt her release onto him, and Joe couldn’t help himself from bringing his head back and letting out a long moan, too. She already left his hand slick with her juices as soon as he started, but now, two orgasms in, he was just as soaked as he now imagined her panties would’ve been had she kept them on.

He opened his eyes and saw them bunched up in her hand as she continued to pant to try and recover even just the barest bit, and he had a feeling that whenever he got home that night he’d need to have round two with her, because the sight of Mimi, a glistening mess who could barely stand, hair tousled somehow fashionably, and pussy and legs soaked and dripping in her juices and come…

It was a good thing that most of his tasks for the rest of the day were menial, because there was no possible way he was going to be able to focus on anything other than replaying this in his head over and over.

“I, uh,” he started, taking in a breath, “I think I outdid myself.” A smile played at his lips, and she turned her head just enough to peek open an eye and look at him. Her foot against the wall slowly slid down, now standing on both legs again to keep her balance given how drained she was. Even though she was exhausted, she couldn’t help but smile, too, and once again pressed herself into him.

“You definitely out did me, too,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him playfully. He pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head in response.

“I hope that helped you out. Sorry we haven’t really been able to, you know… do that lately,” he said sheepishly, now feeling unable to so much as say the word “sex” now that they were done.

“Oh god, you have no idea. I have no idea how I’ll be able to walk after this,” she grinned, “I didn’t realize a doctor’s hands were so dexterous and strong,” she hummed. Joe blushed a deep crimson hue.

“I, uh, am still a resident, you know,” he told her, and she tsked in response.

“You gotta give yourself more credit, sweetie, especially after you so surgically gave it to me,” she winked.

Joe laughed gently. Nothing about what he did was particularly surgical, considering it was more just working his girlfriend as fast and hard as he possibly could, but he’d relent and take the compliment without more fuss— as hard as it was.

“…Do you think you’d be up to do that again tonight?” he asked after taking a moment to relax and enjoy having her against him like this.

“I can definitely repay the favor,” she said, and already Joe perked up, getting a second wind that would carry him through the rest of his shift. There was no way he could come home exhausted after all of this.

“Well… I’m looking forward to it,” he said, still blushing in a way that was so endearing to her. “Are you going to be able to get home ok?”

Now that was the tricky part she hadn’t thought of when she came up with this grand scheme of hers, but…

“I’ll figure out a way,” she told him, patting him on the chest gently, “I’ll need to clean up first, though.”

Joe nodded slowly, “That’s probably a good idea. There’s a bathroom right nearby, though, uh… you should probably put those back on,” he told her with a pointed glance towards her underwear.

“I’ll do that after I clean up, but wouldn’t it just be a waste if you couldn’t enjoy the fruits of your labor?” she cooed.

Sometimes he was sure this woman would be the death of him.

“W-W-Well, I mean… i-if you insist…” he said, bringing a hand back down to her pussy, placing two fingers in her gently to better coat his fingers, then brought his fingers into his mouth, taking a moment to savor her taste. She watched her boyfriend with anticipation as he licked his lips.

“That’s, uh… that’s really good…” he told her, and she beamed. “It’s, uh, kind of sweet, actually? I like it. A lot.” Mimi let out a gentle moan.

“God that is so hot, Joe, you have no idea,” she told him. He ducked his head sheepishly and glanced away from her.

“R-Really? Well, I’m glad,” he said. He saw her grin from the corner of his eye and once again felt a surge of pride in what he was able to accomplish for her. She stole another lingering kiss, then pulled away.

“I should probably get cleaned up so you can get back to work. Are you sure you’ll be able to handle the rest of today until I can treat you right later?”

“I’ll do my best, though it’s gonna be hard.”

“I’m sure that’s not the only thing that’ll be hard,” she said, looking down at his pants with a sly grin.

“Well, uh,” he coughed into his hand to try and distract from that fact, “Hopefully that isn’t… too hard… for the rest of the day. I’m sure it will be tonight, though.”

“I won’t take up your focus anymore, then, baby,” she told him, once again balling the hand that was holding her panties in a fist to hide them, “I’m gonna clean up and go home so I can try and get a little more work done.”

“Be safe, Meems,” he said, giving her one last peck on the lips before she waved goodbye and started to leave the closet. Joe allowed himself a moment to lean against the wall, letting out a long, content sigh.

“…I think I’m going to have to eat her out tonight, too…” he mumbled to himself.

Mimi looked down each end of the hallway, before quickly ducking into the women’s room, locking the door behind her and wasting no time in grabbing some paper towels to wipe herself off and clean up. Once she was done, she slid her panties on, and took a moment to look at herself in the mirror, more than pleased at the afternoon’s outcome. Another grin slowly tugged on her lips as she leaned forward against the sink.

“He is going to fuck me so hard tonight, I just know it.”

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takenbyheartstrings · 3 years

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ONE BED

summary: Its the one bed trope, but you and peter don't like each other and the avengers are determined to change that, so they set you and peter up for what could be success or what could be failure.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader.

warnings: angst (not really)???, fluff, swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of masturbation, and finally SMUT.

authors note: sorry if this is a little cringworthy, it's 12am and i am tired.

Natasha walked into the kitchen of the Avengers Compound, heaving a large breath, letting out a sigh catching Tony, Bucky, Steve, Wanda and Bruce's attention.

"What was that for?" Steve questioned as he noticed Natasha's somewhat annoyed appearance.

She shrugs, "They hate each other, they hate each other and I wanna know why."

Bucky laughs, "Not this shit again."

"Yes this shit again, Y/n and Peter clearly like each other, but I don't know why they have it in for each other."

"Or maybe they just don't like each other, that's possible Nat." Bucky lets a little glare.

Tony's voice perks up, "Uhhhh, I don't know about that. They always catch second glances at each other, when the other's not looking. It's cute." Tony couldn't believe he was talking about two eighteen year olds, but you two clearly liked each other.

Bruce let out a hum, "How about, we force them into a situation where they can't escape each other. We have to go down to Washington in a few days for the new training facility, so it's the perfect cover anyway. Instead of bunking Peter with Sam and Bucky, maybe we can bunk him in with Y/n."

Natasha and Wanda nod, "That's not a totally bad idea," Wanda tries not to grin; she's seen the way the two of you pine over each other like lovesick puppies. It really was cute.

"So we're just gonna ignore the fact that this is against their will and they might hate each other more than before and you guys are willing to place on the fence based on a hunch." Bucky speaks rationally, "Besides, the kid scares easily, you'll just be taking away the fun from Sam and I."

Everyone in the room trades a glance and then looks back at him, "Yeah." They all spoke at once.

It was settled. This little side mission was happening.

You sighed as you made your way into the conference room, the mission in Washington was a big one for you - and for Peter. But you needed to be prepared for anything, but nothing could prepare you for the news you were about to hear.

"Alright, I've got our roommates for the trip ready." Tony stated as he started listing off names, you were confused as to why you weren't with Wanda like usual. "Okay and Y/N and Peter."

"WAIT WHAT?" You almost screamed standing up.

"I can't be that bad. Can I?" Peter's lip quirked into a smirk.

You rolled your eyes as they turned a shade of red at his annoyance, "Well you clearly can."

"Don't get all glitter eyes on me." Peter chuckles, as Bucky can't help but snicker, your head snaps toward him as he then backs off.

Steve puts a hand your arm and he beckons you to sit down. You do so trying to calm down.

"Hey look," Tony sighs, "Sorry kids, but that's just how it is. Two people per room and you guys just happened to be last pick."

Peter sighs, "Whatever, the sooner we get it over with the better." He rolls his eyes walking out of the room. You followed but before leaving, you used your powers to lift Tony's coffee cup and spill it on his lap.

"Real mature!" He calls after you.

"I'm eighteen, get over it!" You yelled back before going to your room and slamming the door behind you.

Everyone was right, you did have a crush on Peter. You really liked him. But you were also so jealous of him. You were jealous of his smarts, his looks. Practically everything about the boy.

So much so, that you fantasised about him. You touched yourself thinking about him - and so did he. You both liked each other, but it was so hard to admit it because you were both jealous of each other, for the same reasons. You honestly didn't know how you were going to get through the night with Peter in the same room as you. You didn't know if it was going to be a paradise or a nightmare.

The next night you got to the hotel, "All right guys, time to get settled in, we have a big day of training tomorrow. Go get rested, goodnight." He waves walking off with his key. Sam and Bucky take theirs, Bruce and Steve take theirs, Nat and Wanda take theirs and You and Peter are left standing there.

"Look I'm too tired to argue, so can we just... not?" You questioned Peter.

"That's fair," He gives an awkward smile, "Since you start them all," He mutters under his breath, quiet enough so that you don't hear it.

You both made it up to the room to be met with a sight, "Wow. One bed, like this could get any worse." You sighed.

"Really. Truely can't. I thought to myself 'Nothing's worse than having to share a room with you,' but now there's one bed and I'm not giving it up."

"Well neither am I, guess we'll share." You give a harsh glare. You set your duffle bag down next to the left side of the bed and grabbed your pyjamas and made your way to the bathroom, it was a pair of shorts and a tank top. You were so reluctant to wear a bra. But you were nervous considering that Peter was in the other room. You opted not to deciding it wasn't worth the pain.

You walked out of the bathroom and Peter met eyes with you, lingering over your body, he loved looking at every part of you, the way your nipples came through your shirt and how perfect your tits were. How perfect your thighs were. How beautiful you looked. He didn't say anything but the room was filled with a tense silence. Peter walked into the bathroom and changed, he walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of plaid pants. Your eyes made contact with his biceps, his abs. You never realised how strong Peter actually was, you always fantasised about him like this but your fantasy was now a reality. You swore you could feel yourself getting a little wet, just thinking about what Peter could do to you.

You sighed getting into the covers at Peter did the same, the two of you were lying back to back with a large chunk of space between the two of you. You let out a little sigh, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you had announced.

"Alright," Peter said timidly, letting you know he was awake.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, splashing yourself with cold water. You knew you shouldn't feel this way. Not now. Why now? Why when he was here? You splashed yourself in the face one last time before opening the door and you met Peter's eyes.

"Peter I-," You started.

"I like you." Peter said nonchalantly.

"I-I like you too."

It was quick, but finally Peter's lips landed on yours and never left. You were actually the one to deepen the kiss. You felt Peters tongue slide into your mouth in one swift movement. His hands trailed up your shirt as you were pinned against a wall, he could feel your tits get hard as a chill went down your spine from the touch of his cold hands. Breaking the kiss for a moment - he lifted your shirt over your head as he started trailing kisses down your neck, you let out a heavy moan. Peter smirked against the kisses, as he trailed further down your body, licking and sucking on your nipples, his tongue making circles around them.

"Fuck, Peter." You groaned softly as the two of you then moved to the bed, you could see a bulge in Peter's pants. You slid them down as you were met with his dick, a smirk took place on your face as he sat back against the headboard.

You decided to have your way with Peter, kissing and sucking on his tip. Until you finally placed your whole mouth around it, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. You took your mouth off of it before wrapping your hand around it and slapping it onto your tongue. You could hear Peter groan heavily, "Fuck, Y/n, just like that." His words came out as hot flashes as you moved your hand up and down his dick, rubbing it.

You couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to feel Peter. You moved up to kiss him again, but before you could Peter looked at you, “Every time you made me angry I fantasised about the things I would do to you and now I finally get to do them," He smirked.

You couldn't say anything else, you just let the moment get a hold of you. You kissed him again and it was like you could feel the electricity sparking in the air between the two of you. His kisses were hungry and desperate and sweet. You were lucky to be in his arms tonight, you were lucky to be fucked by someone like him. Someone caring. Someone genuinely sweet. Even if you hadn't seen what that side of him was even like, you knew he was.

You felt your breath hitch against the air as Peter removed your shorts, and yet he could see the patch of wetness on your underwear. You swore you could hear him get hungry at the sight, Peter didn't say anything, but he removed the garment blocking him from all of you. You were naked in front of him and he was loving every minute of it. His tongue entered your pussy as he sucked and licked your clit, moving his tongue up and down your pussy. He was hungry for you and only you.

Peter finally looked up at you as you moaned softly, your back arching a little as he pleased you with his tongue, "Peter I want you, please." You said desperately.

"As you wish," Peter said huskily as he slid his dick into your wet hole and boy did that hit the spot. Sliding in and out of you, every single moan was like a godsend, like music to hears ears. You were shaking under him.

"Peter you can go rougher than that," You spoke through a strained moan and Peter could. Your bodies flowed together, the mattress moving underneath the two of you, slamming the headboard with every thrust. Each moan that came out of your mouth got higher and higher, letting Peter know you were almost at your edge. Peter continued to move in and out of you.

"Fuck Pete, I'm almost there," You whimpered softly, "Fuck!"

He smirked against you, pulling out his dick and replacing it with his mouth. His tongue moved in and out just like his whole body had and you finally reached your peak.

"FUCK PETE!" You moaned once more as your body finally relaxed.

You took a hold of Peter's dick and started rubbing it again, he moaned quietly, "Fuck, yeah, just like that, that's my girl." Peter murmured. You smirked before placing your mouth over his cock and moving your head up and down once more, wrapping your hand around it while you also moved your head.

"Fuck that's it, that's it." Peter groaned, "Fuck Y/n, I'm gonna cum." Peter said as you moved your head faster and faster, ready to take on his load and that's when you could finally feel it, the sticky, white liquid in your mouth as you let it dribble back onto his cock, before licking it off his tip and letting it fall again, tasting the excess that was left in your mouth.

You let yourself fall back next to Peter as you got back underneath the covers with him, your naked bodies lying together intertwined.

"You have no idea how much I've thought about doing that with you," You laughed quietly, "I always hated you because you're everything I'm not Peter, but I was too quick to judge. I was wrong, wrong about most of it, almost all of it."

"Me too, Y/n, me too. I always wanted to be like you, but I see now that we have our differences and that's okay, but now we can work on that. Together." Peter spoke.

"Does that mean," You smiled against his chest.

"Yeah, it does."

"Well in that case, I really liked it when you said I was your girl," You smiled up at him, "That was really hot."

The two of you ended up falling asleep, in each others arms, feeling nothing but happiness. The two of you knew now that there was no reason to hate each other. There was no reason you couldn't be with each other.

The next morning you slid on a training bra and tights, reading for the day of training Tony had told all of you to get rest for, "Well don't you look good." Peter said wrapping his arms around your waist placing a kiss on your lips.

"I could say the same for you," You said feeling the biceps that were exposed because of his muscle tee. You and Peter walked down to the lobby with his arm wrapped around you, the rest of the group looked at the two of you surprised.

"You two look cosy," Wanda smiled.

Bucky batted an eye for a moment surprised that the plan the group had set out actually worked, "Wow, yeah, you guys do, what happened?"

"Oh we just talked, and we just confessed our feelings and now we're together." Peter explained.

Natasha let a painful look shine through, "You sure you guys just talked, it's not like the walls are soundproof."

The two of you blushed, "I- we- you- heard- what?" You were flustered you didn't know what to say. Peter just stood there in shock.

The rest of the group laughed walking off, "C'mon guys, the facility is ready for us, might as well make the best of it," Tony chuckled walking off as the rest of you followed, Peter placing a kiss on your head as you did.

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silverdelirium · 3 years

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STICKY WASHING MACHINE | D.M

summary: draco fucks scorpius’ nanny on the laundry room

warnings: breeding kink, rough sex.

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“so do you accept?” asked draco to the girl who only stared at him with mouth slightly agape. “i-i mean i guess” she replied, not meeting his eyes.

“see you on monday then” nodded draco and turned on his heel, walking away.

y/n really didn’t know how they ended up on the topic of her being draco malfoy’s son’s nanny. it really wasn’t much work, a three year old baby just needed attention, food and sleep. but still, me out of all people? she thought, why did i even agree?

but here she was, beaming at the sight of scorpius’ new drawing which consisted on draco’s exaggerated tall figure, y/n and scorp. she sometimes felt bad that astoria was never in the picture, in every sense. she had left draco after scorpius turned 3 months old and never came back, draco explained this when they first reencountered, apparently it never really affected him. considering it was an arranged marriage.

“wow baby this is so good, i bet you’re gonna be an artist some day!” you exclaimed at him. he giggled and turned pink but a loud yawn cut his smile off. “i think it’s time for your nap, come on” she said, standing up and dusting off her skirt, scorpius holding up his arms.

y/n settled scorpius on bed and he was asleep in seconds, she chuckled and just snuggled the blanket closer to him. her eye caught a peek of scorpius’ laundry basket. sure, she was just a nanny that was supposed to take care of the child and that was it, the clothes were the elf’s work. but scorpius was terrified of them so draco took care of his clothes, y/n decided to just take his clothes to the laundry room and throw them inside the washing machine.

as y/n made her way to the laundry room, draco came through the fireplace that was at the whole other wing of the manor, making y/n unconscious of his presence.

draco gave a big sigh and immediately entered the kitchen for a glass of wine, opening up the cabinet that had one of the bottles opened already, courtesy of draco’s previous stress.

he knew scorpius must be asleep, taking notice of the silence that resonated through the manor’s atmosphere. in his midst of thinking, a few drops spilled from the rim his cup when he inclined it too harshly, making them spill on his white shirt. draco gave a groan at this and threw his head back.

narcissa always told draco that it was better to immediately wash clothing items if he ever spilled something on them. so he grumpily made his way to the laundry room.

as he got closer he could hear shuffling of clothes and a low humming, eventually stopping at the doorway to catch sight of y/n bent over, placing small clothing items into the washing machine. he went wide eyed at the peak he caught of her lace pink panties, cunt perfectly outlined.

draco was frustrated, sexually more than ever. he always found y/n hot, even in hogwarts, he remembers having a huge crush on her during fourth and fifth year, but they never really talked except for the polite hello’s and brief conversation when they were partnered in class.

right now, all the past emotions were coming back. and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her like he never did to a woman before. for hours and hours until she turned into nothing but a blabbering mess.

y/n eventually straightened up and went to pick more clothes, but she was met with a paralized draco on the doorframe.

“oh- hello draco, i didn’t know you were back” she saluted politely, going back to scorpius small basket that was placed on top of the dryer.

draco was snapped out of his trance at her voice, he swallowed hard before responding, “evening, just came to- uh put this in the washing machine” he gestured to his shirt, making her look at his chest but eventually trailing down to his very apparent bulge.

he saw how her eyes went wide but she said nothing and just gulped and nodded, gaze not meeting his.

the laundry room really wasn’t that big, making it hard for draco to pass y/n to go to the washing machine that was placed next to the dryer. but he still came in contact with her. his clothed cock pressing perfectly into her ass, a small gasp escaping her while draco grunted at the friction.

they both stilled.

y/n was the first to turn around, groin now pressing into her front, he was breathing heavily. and like magnets they connected together, tongues exploring each other’s mouth. draco’s hands rubbing her ass, down until the back of her thighs were in his large hands. he tapped them lightly, signaling her to jump, which she obliged instantly and jumped, draco hoisting her onto the washing machine.

he disconnected their lips to travel down to her neck, a small whine escaping her when he found her sweet spot. draco absolutely devouring the skin and littering it with purple hickeys. he eventually pulled away to take a good look at his little piece of art.

y/n brought him back into a heated kiss while unbuttoning his shirt, his own hands finding way to the hem of hers. once he shrugged off his shirt he helped her pull hers off, throwing it onto the floor. he pulled away from the kiss once again to look at her soft mounds that sat perfectly in a bra, he groaned at the sight as his cock twitched on his trousers.

“can i take this off sweet thing?” he asked, tone low as he hooked a finger on the bra strap.

y/n eagerly nodded, draco wasting no time and unclasping the bra in a quick motion, disregarding it to the side, mouth immediately attaching to her nipple while his hand toyed with the other. she gave a moan at this breathing heavily and leaning back on her palms, panties soaked and pussy throbbing.

draco kissed his way down to her stomach, dragging her skirt down until it hit the floor. he stepped back and admired with pure mesmerization at y/n’s form, tits with perked up nipples, dampened panties and breathing hard. “look at my pretty princess” he said, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants low enough so his dick popped out.

she went wide eyed for the second time that evening at his size. draco was much bigger than anyone she had ever been with and he was just a very big person in general, she wasn’t sure she could take him all.

draco stroked his cock up and down slowly, tip red and leaking with pre-cum. he got closer to her and moved her panties to the side, eyes glinting when he saw her bare cunt, dripping.

“so wet baby” he said as he passed two fingers over her folds, y/n shuddering while he brought them up to his mouth and hummed at the taste, watching her face heat up.

“taste so good too” he growled, inching his face closer to her and leaning their foreheads together while his fingers plummeted themselves slowly into her, a loud moan escaping her lips.

he started moving them at a slow pace, almost torturous. watching intently as she released small whimpers and moans, his cock twitching every now and then.

he started scissoring his fingers inside of her, going faster. “ah! yes draco right there” she moaned out when he curled his fingers, touching that spongy spot inside her. “yeah? think you can take my cock now?” he questioned.

“yes” she replied quickly, pussy clenching at the thought of having him inside her, finally.

he seemed to notice this and chuckled, removing his fingers and dragging them to his cock once again, coating it with her juices. he guided it to her entrance and drenched the tip with her arousal, making y/n buck her hips up and whine.

“sh sh sh, now be patient little girl” he warned, fingers lightly tapping her clit, making her jolt and quickly shut up as she waited in anticipation.

draco entered y/n slowly with a groan, a strangled moan leaving her throat. he let her adjust to his size for a few moments before starting out on a decently fast pace, making her throw your head back and release several moans the faster he went, breasts bouncing everywhere, much to draco’s delight.

he settled for a brutal pace that had the washing machine shaking, watching her eyes go crisscross when he reaches to rub her clit.

“fuck baby look at this pretty pussy squeezing me, so fucking tight” he groaned, looking down at her juices dripping out, thighs glistening. “you have no idea how many times i’ve dreamt about this” he said, voice strained. she hummed in pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down to another steamy kiss, he greedily ate every moan she made, her legs starting to tremble.

“fuck baby im close” he said when she pulled away for breath. “me too!” she replied, his thumb assaulting her clit harsher.

“yeah? gonna cum all over me? and then let me put my fucking cum inside you until your fucking pregnant?” he teased, moving his hands to grip her ass, y/n gave a loud moan in response and rapidly nodded, orgasm right at its peak. “fuckfuckfuck yes draco!” she screamed as she came, legs completely shaking and letting that coil snap while he fucked her faster, riding out her high while chasing his.

“shit, gonna cum so hard inside you and give you my kids princess” he groaned, his thrust sloppy when his orgasm hit him, releasing a loud moan as he came.

after they both calmed down from their highs he sighed in pleasure and looked down to her puffy cunt, he pulled out slowly and watched as her pussy spurted out both cums. he collected some on his fingers and held them up to y/n.

she opened her mouth and kept eye contact as she sucked on them, humming at the taste like he had done previously, making his once soft cock perk up immediately. she was gonna be the death of him.

she giggled at his reaction and got off the, now sticky washing machine due to their arousal on it, leaning her top half over it and arching her back. draco’s mouth agape at the view.

“round 2?” she taunted.

but right as draco was about to fuck her into tomorrow, a small paddle of feet could be heard in the distance with a faint “daddy? y/n?”.

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part two

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peterpparkerwrites · 2 years

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sunburn - part two

warnings: language, unrequited feelings so ouch pairing: peter parker x reader (soulmate au) word count: 4.6k

masterlist ~ requests are closed ~ part three

Orange was so far your favorite.

When you woke up for school the next day, way earlier than you wanted to since you needed to get on the subway, you were shocked by the pretty color rising over the skyline. Orange danced across the buildings and peeked through grey clouds and made the sky feel more alive than you had ever seen it.

At least from this mess, you got to finally see color.

You tried to hide it, and your parents didn't suspect anything, but your sister knew you too well. She had come over that night and almost like she had a sixth sense asked you what was going on, and you admitted that you met your soulmate (but you left out basically everything else). She had been way more excited than you were about it, but you didn't have the heart to tell her the truth.

She showed you different colors of things so you'd know instead of having to just figure it out or guess. She told you purple was her favorite, and that brown was a close second because it was the color of trees and dirt (you weren't surprised, she had always loved nature).

Peter's eyes were brown.

You had only seen them for a minute before you bolted off, but they stuck in your memory. She showed you the color and you remembered seeing it in his panicked eyes, in the curls on his head, on his messy eyebrows, lighter on the freckles across his nose and cheeks.

You weren't sure if you'd be able to see that color again without thinking about him and what happened.

But you were able to see so much more now. One of your favorite shirts was an ugly green color and you were almost offended that no one told you so. It was like seeing with new eyes when you looked at your photos on the wall, seeing what you looked like with color in your skin and eyes and everything else.

The photos on your wall had plenty with MJ and Liz. There were quite a few with Peter, Ned and Betty too, even some with Flash and Cindy and Abe and some others from your decathlon team. Now it was like seeing them all for the first time again - grey and black and white no longer covered their features.

One photo caught your eye and made your heart hurt a little when you remembered who took it and what happened that day.

"This trip is gonna be boring," Ned complained, and you and MJ immediately scoffed in offense.

"Just because you aren't into history and art museums doesn't mean this is boring, it just means you have no taste," MJ shot back, and you gave her a fist bump.

You four decided to hang out more the summer between your sophomore and junior years, and that meant going out places you hadn't been. Peter always brought his camera and Ned always brought snacks, and you and MJ decided on what places to go. It was the last summer you had before your friend group extended to Liz and Betty, and it was also the last before everyone found their soulmates (well, not everyone, apparently).

"We could've gone to the science museum instead!" Ned protested, giving Peter a look that was practically begging for him to take his side, but Peter shrugged.

"I don't think it'll be so bad. We can do that another time, we have all summer."

"See? If that nerd agrees, then you should too," MJ pointed out, ignoring Peter scrunching his face up.

"Wow, I take your side, and you slander me like this."

"Top ten anime betrayals," you muttered, Ned being the only one that heard you as he choked out a laugh.

"Suck it up, Y/N and I are going to the modern art section first and you are welcome to join as long as you don't complain."

Ned managed to keep his comments to himself as you four ventured around the museum, Peter taking goofy pictures of you all by different pieces of art, MJ insisting he get as many of Ned sulking as possible so she could draw them later.

After a while MJ dragged Ned to find another map since he conveniently "lost" the one you were all using, leaving you and Peter in the statues section to laugh at the ridiculous poses and names the artists gave.

"Hey look, it's Coach Wilson!" Peter pointed at a statue, making you snicker as you saw the resemblance.

"Yeah, Coach Wilson flexing his nonexistent muscles."

"Hey, copy the statue's pose, it'll be cute," Peter held up the camera while you laughed, waving your hands to say no but Ned and MJ came back and jumped into the picture with you, and Peter managed to get a few.

"It'll be cute."

Did he think you were cute? Or just the pose would be? Or were you definitely reading into it too much like you always did?

Wait. Why the hell would you care if Peter Parker thought you were cute?

"Hey, come on, we're gonna grab lunch from a cafe down the street," MJ's voice pulled you out of your realization and you followed her without saying anything, staring at the back of Peter's head as he and Ned walked in front of you.

Oh, no.

Luckily, MJ and Ned's bickering about where to eat distracted you enough from this newfound revelation that you might just have a little crush on one of your best friends. They eventually decided on some burger place, though they were both still complaining as you entered the restaurant.

Peter's eyes scrunched up as he laughed at them, shooting a look in your direction like "they're being ridiculous", and you just gave him a smile before turning away, hoping he hadn't caught you staring.

You didn't want to have a crush on Peter. With a world of soulmates, there wasn't a point in that - there was someone out there waiting for you, and it probably wasn't Peter. You guys had been friends for ages, you would've known by now. He and you had touched before, right? With a frown, you tried to think of a time you and Peter might've high fived or brushed shoulders or even hugged, but Ned's voice brought you out of your thoughts.

"Are we hanging out later? We still have the rest of Black Mirror to get through."

"I can't, have to babysit my niece," MJ scrunched up her face, making you laugh a little. Despite her attitude, you knew she loved that kid and didn't at all mind babysitting.

"My mom and I are going to visit my sister, sorry," you sighed.

"And I have...stuff," Peter trailed off, making Ned pout.

"That just sounds like an excuse to not hang out with me."

"You know I love you, man, but I'm busy!"

"Yeah, yeah, if you really loved me-"

"If you two keep arguing about how much Peter loves you, I'm gonna be late to babysit," MJ interrupted, tapping her wrist like she had a watch. "Your bromance can wait until later."

Peter had been the one to drive you all to the museum, so you clambered into his old car that he bought off Mr. Delmar, who had probably had it for fifteen years.

"Okay, let's say a prayer that this piece of junk doesn't break down on the way home," You said after climbing in the front seat. MJ put her hands together while Ned did the sign of the cross, making Peter huff.

"Hey, no digging on my car, it might chug a little but it works just fine."

"You almost killed us on the way to school everyday," Ned pointed out.

"That's just cause he's a shitty driver," MJ chimed in while Peter started the car, ignoring the engine revving for a while before finally starting.

"Should I remind you guys that I'm driving? Like I can kill us all, I'm in total control of your lives right now. You should watch how you trash talk my driving."

"That's a little dark and twisted."

"Shut up, MJ. Y/N if you don't plug your phone in and play music I will, and I know you guys don't want to hear my music," Ned said flatly, making you chuckle as you grabbed the cord.

"Yeah, yeah."

The rest of the ride consisted of you playing music that you knew they would all like, and everyone making comments on Peter's shitty driving while he just shook his head and threatened to crash.

Peter dropped you off last, since you lived closer to his apartment. You thanked him for the ride and went to get out of the car but he said your name to stop you. With a little concern at his expression, you leaned back in the seat.

"What's up?"

"Can I ask you something?" His voice sounded shy as he stared at his lap, fumbling his fingers together.

"Of course," you replied, scrunching up your eyebrows in concern. He sounded almost scared, and his nervous tick was how he tapped his fingers together on his knees.

"Do you think Liz would say yes if I asked her out?" You felt your heart drop a little, a hopeful look in his eyes. "Cause I think I like her and I want to make a move but, what if she met her soulmate already or she doesn't like me like that or-"

"I think that's a great idea, Pete," you gave him a tight-lipped smile, forcing down the weird, unfamiliar feeling of jealousy.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you should go for it. You guys would be cute together," you didn't know exactly why you were encouraging him, but it would be easier for you to nip your feelings in the bud now rather than later, and him going out with one of your friends would definitely help that. Convenient how the same day you realized you might have liked Peter, he basically confirmed that he didn't feel that way about you at all.

They were officially dating once school started back up. And based on how they were around each other, you assumed they had gotten lucky and were soulmates.

Clearly not.

You had felt an unusual amount of guilt in your heart for most of the day. It wasn't your own - you had no reason to feel guilty, it wasn't your fault you were Peter's soulmate. You felt it even more every time you thought about what happened, and you knew it was because he could feel your hurt.

It wasn't fair.

You made a point of avoiding him all day. Even during your shared classes you didn't look in his direction, but you caught him peeking at you a few times, concern and guilt and hurt flooding your emotions each time. You had a bad feeling he'd want to talk to you, and that was the last thing you needed.

Before lunch you told MJ you had some meeting with a teacher but actually went to the library, doing homework and hoping no one questioned why you weren't at the table.

For the majority of the day you did a decent job of avoiding Peter, until you were on your way to your last class. You shared it with Peter and MJ, but you knew he wouldn't say anything to you when she was there, so you assumed you were safe.

But as soon as you were in the crowded hallway heading for that class between bells, you ran out of luck.

You let out a squeal when you were tugged into an empty classroom, the grip gentle despite you stumbling a bit as the door closed. Peter stood there, guilt as clear in his expression as it had been in his emotions all day.

With a frown you stepped back, crossing your arms and not meeting his eyes. "Why did you pull me in here? We're gonna be late to class."

"Are we okay?" he asked carefully, feeling a flash of your anger go through him, seeing your eyebrows pinch together as you frowned. "I-I think we should talk about what happened, I just want things to go back to normal and know that we're...that we're gonna be okay."

"No, we're not okay," you replied, a little annoyed, "I'm finding it hard to even think about how to still be friends with you after this, Peter. I don't think we can be anymore."

"W-What?" His voice raised in pitch a little, "Y/N, you don't mean that. We can just act like it didn't happen-"

"I don't think you understand," you interrupted, wishing once again that he couldn't feel what you felt. "I can't stand it. I can't watch my soulmate be with someone else. I can't stand knowing you don't feel anything for me. Don't you know how long I waited for this?"

"That's not fair," Peter struggled to form a sentence, the overwhelming feeling of hurt from you and guilt from him making his senses go a little haywire. "Y/N, you-you're one of my best friends, and I can't do that to Liz, not after we talked about it and-and we-"

"You don't get to tell me what's fair," you snapped, backing up, "I can't have this conversation with you Peter, it hurts too much."

"I'm sorry, but-but you have to see my side here," he took your hand to stop you from leaving, ignoring the spike in your emotions as he did so. "I don't want to hurt her, and we're friends Y/N, just because the universe thinks we're meant to be together like that doesn't mean it's be together or be nothing, we can figure it out and be back to normal again-"

"Just leave me alone," you mumbled, tugging your hand from his and moving away. He clearly wasn't understanding that you already had feelings for him that were just amplified by the sunburn. That was what was meant to happen, and you weren't sure why it didn't happen on his side.

"I won't say anything to anyone if that's what you're so scared of," your jaw tightened a little, wishing you didn't feel his slight relief at that sentence. "We can just act like nothing happened, but I don't want to see you outside of school or when we're not with our friends. I can't, Peter."

He looked like he wanted to say something, but you didn't give him the chance, quickly leaving just as you had yesterday.

You made it to your class before him, MJ giving you a strange look as you sat down in your desk next to her. Peter came in a minute later, getting told off by the teacher, but you could tell he didn't care. His emotions were all over the place but one stood out more that made you cringe into your seat.

Regret.

You sat in silence while the teacher started going over the day's subject, and you could barely focus with how you were still getting used to feeling Peter's emotions as well as seeing color on top of that - you could see that your teacher had a really ugly green and orange sweater on and how that girl's hair really was pink-

"You've been acting weird all day," MJ whispered and nudged your arm a little, bringing you back to the present, "You alright?"

You felt a little anxiety in your stomach at her question and glanced up to see Peter a few seats ahead, his jaw clenched and fist tight around his pencil. Did he hear that all the way up there?

"I'm fine, just uh, cramps," you made a random excuse, knowing she wouldn't buy it but also knowing she would drop it. She just pursed her lips and nodded, leaning back in her chair and facing front again.

"You still okay to go out with Liz and I after school?" She asked after a minute, some concern in her tone. You nearly froze and you swore Peter almost broke his pencil when he felt your nerves.

You completely forgot about hanging out with them, and now you had to act like everything was normal when you just found out you were soulmates with Liz's boyfriend.

Awesome.

"Yeah, no problem," you confirmed, not meeting her eyes as you slouched back in your chair, "If we keep talking we'll get in trouble."

"Like you ever cared about getting in trouble," she scoffed, but luckily dropped the subject.

The rest of class was unbearable with Peter's anxiety making you feel even more nervous that you might fuck up and accidentally give away that you and Peter were soulmates. You honestly had no idea how Liz would even react to that if she knew. It was still a shock that her and Peter hadn't been soulmates - with how they acted around each other, well...

Peter twitched a little and the guilt was back, reminding you again how you needed to try and block those stupid jealous and hurt emotions.

You were determined to keep your mouth shut about it, and even with Peter's nerves and guilt distracting you all day, you were sure you could do a good job of keeping it under wraps for the few hours you were hanging out with Liz and MJ.

At least, you hoped you could.

Liz found her book easily and you picked a few up too, while MJ grumbled about not being able to find a third wave feminism book she had been searching for everywhere. You all decided to grab lunch and then go to the mall nearby and look for clothes since Liz needed something cute for a family reunion coming up, and you had some extra cash and wouldn't mind looking for some clothes for summer.

"Okay, opinions," Liz came out of the fitting room with a cute dress on, one of probably twenty that she had already tried on, but you and MJ didn't mind. It was entertaining to watch her be so picky with clothes when she could probably wear anything and pull it off.

"That's adorable, Liz," MJ commented, "The colors look nice."

"I like the yellow on the flowers, it goes well with your skin tone," you agreed without thinking, not realizing both Liz and MJ's mouths dropped.

They were both just staring at you.

"What?" You asked a little nervously while they exchanged a look.

"You can see color?" Liz shrieked, and you felt your heart drop.

"You met them and didn't tell me?" MJ whined, and you knew Peter was probably freaking out feeling all the emotions that went through your head. Shock, fear, embarrassment, annoyance, guilt, pretty much every one hit you while Liz and MJ were ranting about how you didn't tell them.

"Guys," you cut them off, feeling more anxiety in your chest and knowing it was from Peter, who probably put two and two together and realized you let something slip. But you could still save it. "I didn't want to make it a big deal-"

"But you've waited so long, I figured you'd want to make it a huge deal," MJ complained, and you tried to ignore how that sentence hurt. You did wait a long time, and you definitely would have made a big deal, had it not been for the current circumstance.

You could never lie to MJ, but you could at least bend the truth a little.

"They don't want to be with me, okay?" You snapped, the excited grins on both their faces immediately dropping, "That's why I didn't say anything. I don't want to talk about it cause it hurts. So can we drop it?"

That wasn't technically lying.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Liz said quietly, and you felt it was a little ironic that she was the one to say it, "That's...that's awful."

"That's pretty shit, Y/N, I'm sorry, we won't bring it up again," MJ promised, but you could tell she wanted to ask more. And she probably would once Liz was gone.

"Okay, subject change," Liz announced, making you crack a little smile as she reached over and grabbed something from her discarded clothes pile. "I saw this while looking through stuff and thought it would look cute on you.

"You wear this color quite often," she smiled and held up the shirt to you, "Yellow suits you."

You smiled a little, thanking her and taking it to go try on. Yellow was a lighter shade, and back when you'd get dressed when you couldn't see color, you tried to choose a lighter shade of grey - you liked lighter shades and it made sense that you accidentally chose yellow more often than other colors.

And you were grateful for the subject change.

You bought your clothes first and went to look around while MJ and Liz stayed back to talk to one of the managers about a discount or something (Liz liked bargains). MJ seemed like she wanted to come with you, but it was obvious that you wanted to be alone for the moment, so she stayed back.

Once you were a little bit further from them, you took your phone out, already knowing Peter had probably sent you a few texts about your panic earlier.

I know you don't want to talk but please tell me what's going on

your emotions are all over the place I'm freaking out

did they find out???? or is it something else, are you okay??

You bit your lip, glancing up to see MJ and Liz still talking to the store clerk.

they know I have a soulmate. they don't know it's you. I told them to keep it between us so, you're fine

You didn't answer his last question, but he should know that you weren't okay. You didn't need to say it for him to feel it.

"You alright?" MJ's voice startled you a bit and you shoved your phone away, barely meeting her concerned expression.

"Yeah, I will be," you gave her a tight smile, knowing she could see through it but hoping she wouldn't point it out. "Where's Liz?"

"Still bribing the manager for a discount," she pursed her lips, crossing her arms, "Who do I need to go beat up?"

"What?"

"Is it someone we know? Where did it happen? When did it happen? Why-"

"MJ, I really don't want to talk about it," you kicked at the ground a little, knowing she meant well, but also it was making you feel worse. And you really wanted to stop your emotions from going crazy cause the last thing you needed was more guilt from Peter or even worse, another text.

"It's someone we know, isn't it?" She asked again, but you didn't answer, just crossing your arms and staring at the ground. "I swear to God, I'll-"

"Michelle," you snapped, making her go quiet when you said her actual name, "I know you mean well, and I love you for it, but the last thing I want to talk about or think about right now is that. I will when I'm ready but-but right now I just, I can't-"

"Hey," she pulled you into a hug, and you didn't even realize that you started tearing up until you hugged her back. "I'm sorry for pushing you, I shouldn't have done that. I just really want to go punch someone's face in for hurting my best friend."

You let out a teary laugh, "I know. I appreciate it."

She pulled back and sighed, brushing a stray hair from your face and patting your cheek. "You're the strongest person I know. And I'm here for you, even if you don't need me to be."

"I know," you repeated, squeezing her hand and putting on a smile. "Thank you."

Liz came back just in time, luckily not noticing your state as she got excited about the discount she managed to snag. You offered to help carry her many bags and the three of you made your way to her car, ready to go home and get started on any homework.

MJ was dropped off first, and she gave you both a quick hug over through the car windows and gave you a look that told you to call her if you need it. Liz dropped you off last, and you almost felt deja vu as she asked you to stay a minute before you got out.

"Can I be honest with you?" She asked, and you nodded, ignoring the guilty feeling it came with because you weren't being completely honest with her. "Peter and I aren't soulmates."

You should've gone to acting school.

"What?" You asked, knowing if it was MJ she would see right through that fake surprised face, but luckily Liz didn't know your give aways when you were lying. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," she confirmed with a nod, taking your hand in hers and squeezing it. "I want to tell you this because I haven't been with mine for years. I have no idea where they are or what they're up to, or if I'll ever see them again. But I'm okay. And I know it's a different situation entirely, but I want you to know you aren't alone, okay? And relationships without soulmates can work, so don't give up hope, yeah?"

You wanted to cry with how sweet she was being and how guilty you felt that she was being this open with you. But you couldn't bring yourself to tell her the truth when you knew it would hurt her and it would hurt Peter too.

"So you and Peter just...make it work?" You asked, ignoring the sting that question came with.

"Peter is a great guy," she said earnestly, "And I really like him. But it's always felt like something's missing, you know? We don't have the soulmate connection, we didn't have the sunburn. But he gets me and I get him and we go well together. It might not be the universe that destined it, but we're both okay with that."

"I'm glad you found that," you smiled a little, though even she could probably tell it was forced.

"I'm here for you if you want to talk about it or anything, okay?" She gave you a hug and you hugged her back, trying to keep your guilt under control. You didn't want Peter to feel it and question you about it tomorrow in another empty classroom.

You shouldn't even have to feel guilty about it. It's not like you and Peter were sneaking around behind her back - nothing was happening and nothing was going to happen, he made that very clear. And even if something were to happen...you didn't want to hurt Liz like that.

"Thanks, Liz, that-that means a lot," you said sincerely, trying not to tear up for probably the tenth time that day.

"Anytime, sis. Have a good night," she gave you an encouraging smile as you left her car, waving as she drove off.

You wondered if the conversation would have gone differently had she known it was Peter who broke your heart.

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Is your request on? If it is, then I'd like to request a maki zenin or mai zenin reader with any of the characters

TokyoRev characters with a Zenin Maki! Y/n

Author's note: I combined the two asks to give you guys a Maki reader, since they both said any characters i went with

(Mikey, Draken, and Kakucho)

For the specifics I put the 2nd ask's idea on Kakucho's part. You guys enjoy this~!

Trigger warnings: Curse words, Vioence, mentions of death and more.

Tokyo revengers does not belong to me, all credits go to Ken Wakui

Mikey :

“It’s not like I care if my actions save anyone” You said towards the leader of the Black dragons, Holding a staff beside your head.

For a child, you were blessed with strength, far greater than the average. Just like Mikey, you were a prodigy.

Shinichiro felt goosebumps surrounding him. What was it with kids and their evolving brute strength, he was on the ground, two unconscious men surrounding him as he looked up to the barely 5 year old little girl.

“S-still- Thank you” He stuttered, was he seriously afraid of a 5-year old little girl right now? Wow, has he fallen down quite a far distance.

“H-how does having dinner with me and my family sound?” He managed to ask, being wary of the staff you still hold near your head.

“No.” You turned to leave only to feel a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s my way of repaying you. And I’m still older than you brat” He loosened up his school uniform nervously as he persisted with the emotionless you.

“So?” You spoke, irritated at the way this creep had touched you.

“Don’t be like that, C’mon C’mon! My sister told me I was a good cook” He smiled nervously, clasping his hands before pushing you in the direction of his home leaving no room for arguments.

He bit back a winning smile as he saw you walk on your own with him.

Once both were there you met his grandpa, who thanked you for saving his weak and useless grandson….His words not mine.

Emma, who was wary of you at first, then finally Mikey.

He just nodded at you, before he saw the staff you had hidden behind your back.

“You know how to fight?” He asked as if he wasn’t interested in you, yet they could still see the way his eyes sparkled once he caught sight of your staff.

“So what?” you asked, tilting your head a bit.

“...Can I touc-” “No.” Shinichiro had to hold back a chuckle as he laughed at the way you were both blunt, direct in your thoughts.

“Hey Mikey, what did I say about manners? This girl is a guest, ya know.” He reminded his younger brother.

“If I didn’t know better, you must’ve put her near harm or something, and now you’re feeling bad. That’s why you brought her here.” He spoke, knowingly dissing his older brother.

For a 5-year old he definitely knew what sass was.

An irk mark appeared in Shinichiro’s forehead before slapping his younger brother by the back of his neck. “Respect me, you brat.” Feeling so done with kids he walked to the kitchen where he started to prepare the food.

“Is your family not gonna look for you?” He asked

“Probably not.” You spoke with your little hands on your face, being supported by your legs.

“Well that sucks.” He spoke now sucking on a lollipop before offering some to you. “Yeah.” you looked at his outstretched hand before taking it.

That was how you both first met. Becoming childhood friends with Mikey, Emma and then Baji

Shinichiro’s death was a turning point in your life. The only older brother figure close to you, guided you, and let you cry on was dead.

You felt as if the world had stopped, not even bothering to hide your grieving from Mai, and from the rest of your family.

It was hard, being mocked by the rest of your family for being who you were while also mourning the loss of someone you held dear.

Finally, you had enough, You decided to leave. A new environment would be better for you. Even though you had to choose between your sister and your future. The others had respected your decision and bid you farewell.

A school had taken you in. A teacher had taken you under his wing, and there you managed to meet other people who brought a smile to your face.

You trained, day and night, hoping to fulfil a dream, a dream you only told Shinichiro, and that dream should have died with him. But because that childish dream was a secret you shared with and only with Shinichiro, you had the will and motivation to achieve it.

Going back to the place that brought you distress, you felt surprisingly happy.

‘It was a sh*tty childhood’ You thought as you took a stroll after leaving your belongings in the estate your school had provided you with.

You walked and walked, until you had come face to face with a grave. You paid your respects, stayed for a bit to tell him what you had been doing before going on your merry way.

Walking wherever your feet took you, what you didn’t expect to see was a familiar face.

‘Ah. A gang leader. Lame.’ You deadpanned at the appearance of Mikey, but they couldn’t see you.

“Does this bastard wanna take over the world or does he just find joy in causing trouble?”

You looked around once more, meeting the long-haired figure of the boy who would always scream at you if you ever hit him.

You smiled sadistically, A great way to make an entrance. Rushing over to where Mikey stood, you took your favorite weapon you had since you were young, aiming to hit him, but of course, he too had been training.

He heard somebody’s footsteps, though extremely quiet, he could still hear it. Then a feeling surged through him as he ducked. Narrowly missing a red staff to the head.

“I don’t mind going two-on-one.” you pointed your staff at him, looking at him with a fight inducing smile.

“Y/n-san” Both Mikey and Baji had softly said, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Call me older sister/onee-chan. After all, I'm older than both of you by a few months.”

Draken :

Fights with delinquents and gangs were nothing new to you. After all, you were highly sought after even though you beat up almost every gang who tried to recruit you.

What wasn’t new though, was you fighting with a blue-haired individual for a stupid exchange event seriously. You knew it was your sister who brought her to you. After all,

You knew she was always looked down on, by almost everyone. But you didn’t interfere, knowing she’d only depend on you for the rest of her life if that happened.

You wanted her to live for herself, To make her own decisions, as cruel as that may sound.

You knew you weren’t the best sister out there, heck- you knew you weren’t considered a good one. But you had to choose between something, and of course, you chose yourself.

And she despised you for that. She wanted you to be stuck on the bottom with her, to forget about your dreams and future, for the sake of living a quiet one with her.

You had tried to, but alas, that was not who you were.

You were someone who was better off in the field. Breaking stereotypes and breaking bones. You were someone who didn’t give a sh*t whether or not anybody liked you.

It was the thrill of the fights And the spite you have for your family keeping you going.

Nothing more, nothing less.

You had met Mikey along the way, Like the others, he wanted you in his gang, though he only asked when you both coincidentally bumped into each other…..even though there were no such things as coincidences.

You, not wanting to be tied down again, declined. He respected your answer, and you found him to be an individual you could tolerate.

Little was known about you. You were a person who didn’t like the attention, therefore, anything not related to you was ignored.

What few knew though, was that you go to school to some private institution. They all thought you were just rich and didn’t pay any attention to it, after all you didn’t even interact with them that much.

A wide-known fact about you, was that you were a skilled fighter. How skilled? Nobody knew, but the fact that you could handle yourself even with a hundred plus people on your ass told them just how much you weren't to be underestimated.

“What are you doing taking the lead like that?” You kicked your underclassman.

Let the games begin.

Now, the school was wide, nowhere can you find a tight space. It was wide enough for students like you to go wild and crazy for an exchange event.

Running with your fellow batchmates was fun, but fighting with the opposing side was a thrill.

On the other side, Baji had the perfect idea of going on a paintball war with the main gang.

They picked a forest they thought no one would enter and decided to have their fun there.

What they didn’t expect to see was two individuals fighting along a riverbank before fighting directly in the center of it.

It seemed like your opponent had looked down on you.

‘Stupid Mai!’ she thought as she watched you swing around your choice of a weapon expertly.

The boys watched as you both fought with weapons. A fight so intense it got their blood pumping.

They watched with full attention, the way you had kicked your opponent in the guts hard enough to make her immobilized for a while before kicking her figure once again while she was on the ground, making her skid a distance.

You closed the distance, flipping her around and taking the chance to steal her sword. Leaving her defenseless and defeated.

If you were to fight you would give it your all, that was your reasoning in knocking her out.

You stood there heaving quite a bit before a movement had caught your attention.

Staying in your current position you stealthily threw the sword of your opponent next to the movement.

Hearing a bunch of gasps you made your way through. Weaving through the bushes at lightning speed, you readied your weapon as you swung it. Before coming face to face with the vice-president of the Toman gang.

“Gah-” you deadpanned but you couldn’t stop your attack now, so instead you just redirected it to the tree next to him.

Draken sat there wide-eyed, having a hard time breathing as he looked directly into your eyes, filled with adrenaline and thirst, almost like you were a predator and he was prey.

“Z-zenin-san” Mitsuya started before you scowled, “Ha? Call me by my first name. And what the hell are you guys doing here?!” You were back to your irritable mood that they were used to, causing them to let out a sigh of relief.

“Y-you see” Chifuyu stuttered before Mikey interrupted him “Baji wanted a paintball fight.” “Hey don’t throw me out like that” Baji complained, staring at your weapon wearily.

“By the way, I think you broke Draken” all of you directed your gaze at the said boy who was staring at the large-sized tree you managed to cut half-way through.

You facepalmed before deciding to say “You guys know this forest is private property right? And not to mention the fact that it’s littered with CCTV’s”

To which they all collectively looked at Baji instead.

“Just. Just go. Draken-san, I guess I’m sorry for giving you a scare” you bent your body forward to his face, sporting a sheepish face only known because of the way you redirected your eyes.

Your position made him look at you, directly in the face. Only nodding as his heart was still pumping from your attack earlier.

Yup, you broke the mighty Draken.

Kakucho :

It was the battle against Tenjiku.

Unknowingly, you were a target, but unlike Emma, they wanted you to get involved.

Your prowess in the area of battling was exceedingly useful to gangs.

But you never wanted nor did you have even a single ounce of a thought about joining them.

They never bothered you again after you had managed to cripple a couple of arrogant gang leaders and delinquents.

You were known as the unshakeable fortress, not one of moral rectitude but still, a fortress of desired power.

Most of them knew they couldn’t have you, But Izana and Kisaki had other plans.

Involving your younger twin sister in their plan, she acted like she had gotten kidnapped and you were sent threatening letters of violence going to be committed to your sister.

You were apprehensive. You thought there was no way Mai had gotten herself kidnapped when she could very well take care of herself right now.

You were planning on not showing up at all, But the percentage of them having Mai was not zero. So you came.

Only to get tazed on the entrance. Your body convulsing into shock as a person carried your still twitching body to their leaders.

Feeling your body going numb from the intense and sudden shock made you feel restless.

‘I shouldn’t have let myself get distracted’ you cursed as you lay limp on the person’s hold.

Parading your body for all to see before you saw the familiar figure of Izana And Kisaki.

They both had laughed at your state, urging Kakucho to watch over you as they stood there waiting for Toman, If they show up that is.

Not for long, the leaderless team had arrived, causing havoc to the people present.

You looked at Kakucho expectantly, wondering if he was gonna join the fight at all.

He shook your gaze off instead. You chuckled. Did they really think you came unprepared like this? It was them who were the stupidest people, not you.

“Ahh~ I’ll make all of you run away. Just watch.” You laughed out loud only to get hit in the face with a baton, along with a “Shut the hell up b*tch”

They were seriously testing your patience now.

Kakucho looked at you, pitying your situation but what could he do? He was not loyal to what was right.

The fight had begun, all of them charging at each other as you were finally getting the strength back in your body, ‘at least 5 minutes has passed’ you thought as you looked around

Your eyes had shared gazes with your own sister's eyes. You saw her positioning a gun at you to which you just smiled mockingly at.

Not long after that she fired, A sharp and loud sound echoing in the area as people looked towards the source.

There they saw the two sisters. One was running and hiding avoiding the constant bullets headed her way while the scarily sharp aims Mai had been making continued to cause distress in the area.

Many of them had ran away from that space seeing as it didn’t look like it was going to stop soon, after Mai had used all of her bullets she reloaded with those she hid in her pocket.

She heard the frustrated yells of both Kisaki, Izana and those others who thought they could control her. Unluckily for them, they had underestimated the fact that both siblings knew how to trick and manipulate them back.

Before the showdown between you two could be elongated, you had miscounted the amount of bullets she had left. She fired one more shot as she said “I hate you. For this fight, I win.”

A tear had slid down her face as people all over started to yell.

It all felt like it happened in slow motion. The way you stared at the bullet in close contact before your gloved hand reached out in front of you… catching the bullet.

The crowd had been silenced. They watched as you winced and opened your palm making the now harmless bullet fall to the ground.

“Ow. Ahh I shouldn’t have touched that with my bare hands.” You looked at her form laying on the ground in disbelief, that turned into one of hatred.

“You have to give me more credit, little sister. After all, I was the one who taught you how to use a gun.” you said as you opened your blouse, only to show a bulletproof vest that was torn at the end.

‘Was that what your glove was made of?’ Kakuchi analyzed as there were no more logical explanations as to how you could catch a bullet unscathed.

“Why wouldn’t you stay at the bottom with me?” She asked as she clenched her teeth in anger.

“I would’ve hated myself if I did. That’s the only reason.” you said as you turned your back from her.

“Now then” You smiled sadistically at them. “For a labeled genius, I can’t believe you made such a rookie mistake Kisaki.”

You brought out what looked like a detonator device. “It’s game over for you.” You pressed the device only for it to let out such loud sounds people near you had to cover their ears. It started lighting up now too, as if to send signals.

“Wanna know what this is!??!? It’s my form of contacting the police!! HAHAHAHA!” you laughed in such an unhinged way, paired with the blood running down your lips. It made you look like a true psycho.

“They’ll be here in at least 5 minutes, What’re you gonna do now Kisaki~~?” You egged him on as you saw his face contort to one of extreme anger. It was truly satisfying, thwarting his plan like this,

What you didn’t expect though, was for him to pull out his own gun and shoot the unsuspecting Kakucho who tried to stop Izana.

“You’re all a bunch of godd*mn nuisances!” He fired at least 3 more shots, only for Izana to switch their positions and take them all.

A tense atmosphere started as they heard the last words of a dying person.

Kakucho, who was extremely distraught tried to follow him, the last thing he saw was you, looking at him with an unreadable but also returning a pitying gaze from earlier, after all. What can you do? You weren’t loyal to what was right. You mouthed the words “Live. Live for him instead of following.” Like a curse.

In the end, They played with fire and got what they deserved. “You all take life too lightly. Maybe this’ll teach all o’ ya dingbats to appreciate it.” You said aloud to all of them, turning to leave and sleep your injuries off.

Not even bothering to pick up your sister who had curled up into a ball

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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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ex-boyfriends are a pain

Warnings: ex boyfriend being a dick, referred to as Asshole, some swearing

Pairings: Sugawara Kōshi, Ushijima Wakatoshi, & Bokuto Kōtarō all with a Fem!Reader

A/N: this was originally written for @thisnoodlewritesao3 because ex-boyfriends can suck shit but how much do you wanna bet that the Haikyuu boys would have your back no matter what? Kinda threw this together so I hope you guys enjoy!

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Sugawara knew you could fight like the rest of them. Hell, it was the first time you fought with Tanaka that made him go wow okay I need to hang out with Y/N more.

You could be so feisty when you wanted, so sweet other times. It all depended on your mood. So when he saw your ex-boyfriend walking your way, Sugawara watched your body language first. Did you seem like you wanted to deal with this on your own? Or did you want some help? He never wanted you to feel like he wouldn’t let you fight your own battles, though this was a little harder knowing that this Asshole had hurt you for so long.

Sugawara wanted nothing more than to make the guy hurt like he had hurt you... but no, he restrained himself for a moment, Daichi also watching as if ready to back up his best friend if he got himself into a scuffle.

Maybe if Asshole hadn’t caught you off guard and in the middle of your thoughts, you would’ve been fine, but instead he had grabbed you and dragged you off to some secluded hallway.

“The hell are you doing?” You glared at him, trying to wiggle your arm from him. Your eyes frantically searching for anyone or anything to help get you out of this situation as he pulled you away.

“We need to talk,” Asshole huffed, standing a little too close for comfort. “You’ve been ignoring my calls and my texts and now what? You’ve blocked me?”

Your insides turned uncomfortably, shifting your weight as you tried to find a way to at least step away from him a bit, “We’re not together anymore, there’s nothing that needs to be said-”

“Y/N! Daichi’s looking for you!” Sugawara’s voice was a welcome surprise. Your eyes shot over to where he was standing, his hands on his hips and a smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He knew. You could tell he knew how uneasy you were just because his eyes met yours and his head tilted slightly as if to ask want me to kill him?

“She’s busy,” Asshole grumbled, not even bothering to look up from your eyes at him.

Sugawara didn’t move. For a moment he just stood there with his fake smile on before walking closer and pushing the guy away from you gently, “Hey! You look real familiar,” Sugawara beamed up at him, holding his chin as if in thought. “Have we met before?”

“No?” Asshole just glared at him and then his glare turned to you, “Who the fuck is this? Your new boyfriend?”

“Aha! Boyfriend! You kinda look like that crazy EX-boyfriend that Y/N used to have. Now that was one weird dude. Imagine leaving your girlfriend at some restaurant cause you got caught up with your friends and forgot about your anniversary,” Sugawara’s forced a laugh, flopping his arm around your shoulders playfully. “Thank god you got rid of that guy right?”

Even you had to question whether or not Sugawara was being funny or serious. He definitely knew this guy was that ex-boyfriend... didn’t he?

Asshole just huffed, standing up straighter and puffing out his chest slightly just to exaggerate that he was, in fact, taller than Suga.

“It’s funny. It was after that breakup that the Karasuno High School Volleyball team vowed to never let Y/N get hurt ever again.” Suga’s eyes drifted over to where Asahi was just slightly in view, standing tall as ever.

It would only work since Asshole had no clue who Asahi was, and couldn’t see that the muscle-y third year was almost in a panic attack over the upcoming game. All Asshole saw when he followed Sugawara’s gaze was the scary tall third year that everyone seemed to gossip about at every game. Your ex turned back to Suga, as if thinking that would be any better.

From the half of Suga’s face that you could see, it was really not something you’d want to be in front of. Suga could get really scary if he wanted and you imagined that right now, Asshole was experiencing just that.

Your ex grumbled something about “not being worth it” and turned on his heel, rushing away from you two.

You felt a breath leave your chest almost immediately, your heart pounding against your ribcage, “God Suga, thank you so much,” you smiled weakly up at him, quickly wrapping your arms around him and giving him a tight squeeze.

“Anytime love,” he smiled, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “You know, I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I’d say you upgraded big time,” he smirked, tapping your nose lovingly.

You laughed and smiled up at him, touching his cheek gently and stroking your thumb along his skin as you admired his expression, “Absolutely. 100% upgrade. Would never even dream of going back.”

“Good,” Suga grinned, holding your hand against his face for just a moment longer, “cause I’m not letting you leave me that easily.”

Ushijima remembered your ex boyfriend, but not in any physical way. He couldn’t remember what the guy looked like - how tall he was, or what colour his hair was. But what he did remember is how you looked after every argument you had with the guy.

More often than not, you’d come over to Ushijima’s place or Tendō’s after yet another argument, tears streaking down your face and your whole body just crumbling into one of their hugs.

Ushijima had hated seeing you like that and he would hold you for as long as you wanted.

It was after one really bad fight with that guy that Ushijima told himself that he would confess to you eventually. He knew you deserved all the love in the world, and the only way to guarantee you’d be getting it is if he took it into his own hands.

You were far too good for him, but he knew he loved you enough to try.

Maybe he should’ve gone back and looked into what this guy looked like. That probably would’ve helped him in this situation.

“-you think I don’t know that you were trying to steal my girl this whole time?” a guy was yelling, up in Ushijima’s face (as much as you can be in a guy’s face who’s a few inches taller than you). “I should’ve known you two would get together after the way she was constantly talking about you.”

Maybe it should’ve clicked in Ushijima’s head that the guy who was angrily attacking him in the almost empty gym was your ex-boyfriend, but instead, Ushijima kept glancing around him to see if there was someone else that the guy was yelling at.

“What the hell are you looking for? She’s not gonna come save you or anything. I thought you were supposed to be some big man - ace of the volleyball team. What are you scared or something?” your ex cackled, hands on his hips all proud-like.

Ushijima finally caught on that this guy was talking to him, a frown on his face, “I’m sorry but do I know you?”

It hadn’t meant to be a question with any sort of malice to it, but the guy seemed so dejected hearing it. Here he had come all this way, built up all this courage to confront Ushijima Wakatoshi for stealing his girlfriend... and the guy didn’t even know who he was.

“I’m Y/N’s ex boyfriend,” the guy glared up at him, getting angrier.

“Oh.” Ushijima nodded to himself slightly, now remembering the guy’s face and starting to walk past him.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”

“What’s there to talk about?” Ushijima asked, still walking ahead. “Maybe if you hadn’t been such a self-absorbed egotistical idiot you would still have her. But you don’t. Someone was bound to come and show her what she actually deserves.”

You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but had just been about to come into the gym to make sure Ushijima was ready to walk home. Your fingers trembled a little hearing your ex’s voice and just how angry he sounded. You were annoyed, you were angry. you wanted to go in there and punch the guy in the face. How dare he act like you were some item to be stolen - you chose Ushijima. You loved Ushijima. There wasn’t anything to steal - you were his and he was yours and there was nothing about your ex in it at all.

But you couldn’t deny that you loved hearing Ushijima’s flat and blunt tone cut through all of your ex’s defenses. He stood there a stuttering mess, coming up with excuses after excuses as to why he hadn’t been a better boyfriend (news flash man, you were just an ass), even while Ushijima started to exit the gym.

“Oh. Y/N. You’re here,” Ushijima’s stoic face broke into a smile as he found you, immediately leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead and taking your hand.

“Have an unexpected visitor?” You point out, glancing into the gym to see your ex getting all riled up some more.

“Nothing worth our time. Come on, let me walk you home,” he said, taking your bag from you like he always did and leading you home.

You knew Ushijijma could’ve cut your ex down to pieces if he needed to, the ace of Shiratorizawa could be very scary when he was angry. But evidently, your ex didn’t seem to be worth the time and the thought of that made you very happy. Ushijima was right after all, that Asshole was not worth either of your free times and he certainly wasn’t worth getting into a fight with.

Still, Ushijima seemed to watch you carefully to make sure you weren’t upset that your ex had come by. He bought you extra snacks at the shop the two of you stopped at on your way home and listened intently to all the things you wanted to talk about while the two of you ventured onwards.

“Thank you, Ushijima,” you smiled at him as you got to your door.

He nodded, “I like walking you home, no thanks needed.”

“No, thank you for... saying what you did to that Asshole back at the gym,” you weren’t really sure what you were thanking him for, but just felt like it needed thanking.

The boy just smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek as he handed you your bag, “You are worth 10 of him, Y/N. I won’t waste my chance with you like he did.”

You beamed hearing this, wrapping him into a hug before disappearing into your house and waving to him from the window.

Later Tendō would point out that he would’ve kicked held the guy up while Ushijima beat the shit out of him, if Ushijima ever wanted that but the ace just shrugged, “The greatest defeat I can do to him is make Y/N happier than he ever could. And I plan on doing that every day for the rest of my life.”

Bokuto loathed your ex boyfriend. He always proclaimed that if he so ever laid eyes on him, he would spike a volleyball into the guy’s face.

Now was his opportunity.

You had been working with the managers of the volleyball team to help set everything up before one of the tournament games, just filling up water bottles and bringing them to the court. You weren’t sure how or why your ex had followed you onto the court but he did.

“Y/N,” he called you from behind you, grabbing onto your wrist to keep you from rushing off.

Your eyes widened as you realized who it was, frowning and pulling your arm away from him almost immediately, “What the hell are you doing here?” You asked with a glare.

“We need to talk - I don’t like this new guy you’re dating. He’s an idiot.” Asshole huffed, shooting a thumb in the direction of Bokuto who was currently getting ready to practice spiking.

“Who I date is none of your business. You should get out of here before he realizes you’re here-” you tried to warn him. Really you did.

There was always a deafening sound whenever one of Bokuto’s blocks hit the floor - the kind that sent shivers down your spine. But hearing it land so close to you, right behind where your ex was standing, made you actually jump, your eyes watching as the ball bounced off and rolled further away down the gym. You and your ex both froze, staring as you watched the ball disappear, a ringing left in the air from the powerful spike.

Both of you turned to see who had almost attacked Asshole, finding Bokuto standing there with his arms crossed against his chest. Even Akaashi was glaring at your ex, chin tilted up in a defiant sort of way.

“Next one,” Bokuto pointed straight at your ex, a firm look in his eyes, “I aim for that ugly mug of yours.”

You could feel your ex tense up, fists balling up angrily at his sides. He opened his mouth to say something, but Akaashi quickly cut him off, “You should leave. Our ace doesn’t get angry often, but when he does, he doesn’t hold back on spiking power. Besides, if you want to talk to our Y/N when she doesn’t want to talk to you, you’ll have to go through all of us.” He motioned to the rest of the team, all of whom were glaring in Asshole’s direction.

You couldn’t help but smile. How lucky were you to have found a family like this - one who were so willing to stop their practice before a game just to make sure you were comfortable.

Asshole soon stormed off and you sent a smirk over to Bokuto who just sent you a grin, “Did you see that crazy spike?” He asked excitedly as you came over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I did. If that had hit me, I would’ve died,” you teased, poking his chest.

“I would never hit you! I am an expert with aiming!”

“Didn’t you hit her like last week with a stray receive, Bokuto?”

“AKAASHI NOT NOW!”

You laughed, watching as Bokuto frantically waved his arms to his best friend, insisting that that was an accident and he really was very good at aiming.

“Thanks for getting him out of here,” you smiled up at your boyfriend, giving him a tight squeeze before glancing at the ref who was setting up for the game. “I should head up to the stands. You better get all fired up for me okay?”

“Anything for you, babe. I figured actually hitting him would’ve just made him angrier.” He laughed, pecking your lips. “Cheer extra loud for me!” He called after you, jumping up and down to warm up his calves.

“You ready, Bokuto?” Akaashi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bokuto nodded, grinning to himself as he thought about how perfect that spike was, “I’m all fired up thanks to the prettiest girl in the world. Let’s do this!”

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How NOT to write romance - How I Met Your Mother edition

Warning: long-ass post and lots of bitterness over a TV show that ended nearly eight years ago.

Basics for story-telling

If the romance you want to write is dysfunctional, fucking embrace it and have fun with the concept instead of pretending the bad shit the characters do is okay because “it’s true love”

Acknowledgde that your main character has flaws instead of acting like he is a saint who can do no wrong for no reason other than “he is the main character. Definitively don’t make him do, of his own free will, the exact exact same things the supposedly “selfish and cruel” womanizer does and then excuse it as him having “succumbed to/been tricked by a bad influece” like he’s child who doesn’t know any better instead of being a grown ass adult.

Don’t make your characters be annoying, entitled fuckers who think they have the right to judge others for wanting different things out of a relationship/not wanting a relationship at all. Don’t act like monogamy, double dates with other couples, marriage and children are something EVERYONE secretly wants deep down.

Don’t demonize the “evil” character of the group and act like the “heroes” being appalled by the shit he does is anything other than hypocricy. There’s literally nothing forcing them to be friends with him, so they’re obviously not as horrified at bad shit he does as they say they are, otherwise they would have ditched him a long time ago.

Don’t have the “heartless womanizer”, who we later find out is the ex-husband of the girl the lead wanted for himself, be shown to us exclusively through the eyes of the an unreliable narrator who had motivation to make him see worse than he is likely to be (get his kids to want him to get the girl instead of the “douchebag”). Also, don’t make his schemes to trick women into sleeping with them so completely absurd and ridiculous that the audience is pretty sure that 70% of the women he banged were completely aware he just wanted a quick fuck and went along with it anyway because they wanted some dick (and because the character is played by Neil Patric Harris, who is incapable of not being charismatic)

Fucking let you characters (especially the supposed hero we’re supposed to think is the best boyfriend ever) grow instead of making them constantly repeat the same mistakes

Lily and Marshall

Don’t make one of the characters hide something very important from their partner, and then have the audacity to be mad at them for “just not understanding” as if they were given any reason to understand what the problem even is

Don’t act like someone being heartbroken that their partner lied to them and practically made a plan to “escape” being married to them means they’re not being “supportive” of said partners dream - you should especially not do that after we were shown that they took a job they didn’t like just to make sure they’d have a secure future that would allow said partner to follow their dream.

Don’t have the character who was obviously in the wrong need to be convinced to get their shit together and apologize to their ex.

If a character forgave the ex who wronged them and even got back together with them, don’t have them constantly hold their past mistakes over their head like it that problem has not already been solved - you especially not make them do that on what was supposed to be their wedding day. They can either forgive their partner or not, they can’t keep going back and forth.

Don’t have them constantly hide important shit from each other (having a huge financial debt, getting a job, etc)

DO NOT have the character who fucked up years prior suddenly be willing to do the same shit again for the EXACT same reason (”I think our relationship is in the way of my dreams and I’m now completely isolated because I refuse to talk things out with you”) and then expect the audience to sympathize with them.

Ted and Robin

Unless you’re writing a Disney/Disney-esque romance, don’t have your lead just look at someone across the room, decide they’re “The one”, imagine their life together and full on say “I’m love with you” AND “I love you” on the first goddamn date.

Don’t have the lead stalk his love interest, and throw three parties in a row just to have an excuse to get close to her now that she made it clear she is not interested in having a relationship with him.

Don’t have the “hero” lie about having broken up with his girlfriend so the girl he wants to be with will sleep with him, and then have him blame his actions on time. “Nothing good happens after 2 a.m.” Grow a pair of balls, Ted!

If one of the characters says “You’re going too fast on the whole ‘love’ thing. Can’t we just go on a few dates and see what happens instead of already starting to plan our lives together?” and the others throws a fit, that is called “being incompatible” and “damn, this dude doesn’t respect boundaries”, not “Wow, she’s so afraid of commitment”

If you want the audience to believe the main character’s feelings are not one-sided, don’t make the fact that said feelings ARE unrequited a running joke, and don’t have the girl only accept giving him a chance after having to deal with the fucker whining “But I love you” for months and/or after going through bad break ups. Also, if you have to retcon half the fucking show to “proove” that “she DOES love him”, that pairing fucking sucks.

Don’t compare the couple you want the audience to root for to the main character’s divorced, dysfunctional parents, and don’t have flashbacks showing that the lead had no clue what his girlfriend actually liked in bed AND that she literally covered up his face so she could pretend she was fucking someone else.

DON’T MAKE HER GET RID OF HER DOGS, YOU FUCKING MONSTER!

If your lead character is still jealous/possessive of his ex, thinks he still has a chance even after she told him to his face that she didn’t love him, and acts like she and her fiance (who he says is his friend) being happy is somehow them being selfish and cruel, your lead character is a loser AND an asshole.

Don’t throw away the entire premise of the show (Ted finding the REAL love of his life) just to force a bad pairing down the audience’s throat

Ted Mosby in general

Don’t have your “romantic, sensitive hero” break up with a girl on her birthday through an answering machine, come back into her life without warning years later because he’s afraid he’ll die alone, and find out that she never heard the message but was actually told about it by her friends and family who were at her apartment preparing a surprise party for her. You should especially not make his first reaction to this new be being mad that he was not invited to the party, and for the love of God, don’t make him break up with her on her birthday AGAIN.

Don’t have the “hero” cheat on his girlfriend and excuse it with bullshit like “Nothing good happens 2 a.m.” and “But I genuinely love Robin so it’s okay that I’m lying to both of them”. Do not, I repeat, do NOT have him blame it on his girlfriend being distant when she didn’t pick up the phone one night and then called back the second she was free to do so, while he was enjoying the gifts she sent him and LIED to her about having sent her some as well.

Don’t fucking make an entire episode with the premise of him turning a no into a yes - and telling that story to his children like it’s romantic.

Don’t have his fiance, who he knows has a rocky relationship with the father of her daughter, tell him she is uncomfortable with him inviting his ex to their wedding and then have him decide “This means I should invite her ex as well”. Also don’t expect me to feel bad for him when she runs off with said ex.

Don’t have him spend YEARS waiting for one of the hundreds of girls he thinks is “the one” to be single and even ask her neighbour to spy on her and let him know when/if she breaks up with her boyfriend - again, for YEARS.

Don’t have the lead say he’s gonna tell their kids about his love story with their DECEASED mother, only for it to secretly be an excuse for him to go “By the way, I’m still in love with aunt Robin despite her having rejected me for 25 years, can I go screw her?”

Don’t act like making the characters reverse back into who they were at the beginning at the story means they’re gonna make things work this time when the whole point of their break up in the beginning on the story was the fact that they’re just not right for each other.

Robin and Kevin

A therapist who was supposed to help their patient move on after a bad break up that messed them up, dating said patient is a major red flag. It is also a bad sign that, when she cheats on him and wants to break up, he realized what she was doing to used his job as “evidence” that he knew better and that she should NOT tell her partner how she felt/what she actually wanted.

Do NOT have said therapist date yet ANOTHER patient that asked him help to move on from a bad break up. Seriously, Kevin was a creep, stop acting like he was some angel who “deserved better than Robin.”

BONUS: How NOT to break up a couple - Barney and Robin edition

Don’t act like their relationship falling appart after their friends kept meddling, and even kept them locked in a room against their will until they labeled their relationship as something they aproved of, is somehow “proof” that they’re not good for each other.

Don’t retcon their relationship to force a break up (seriously, Barney was super supportive of Robin long before he even fell in love with her, but I’m supposed to believe he’d be a bad boyfriend who is never there for her? And he loved advantures and always said “challenge accepted”, but was suddenly miserable travelling the world with her and couldn’t deal with not having wi-fi at the hotel? Fuck off)

Don’t spend an entire season focusing on their wedding, have them get married and then divorce THE NEXT FUCKING EPISODE! Why do you hate your audience? Even people who don’t want them together can see this a terrible idea.

And most important of all, when people question what the fuck were you thinking, don’t have a meltdown on twitter and say that people who think Barney can change are responsible for Donald Trump being elected, you fucking weirdo, go see a therapist (that isn’t like Kevin)

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