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mrhowells · 1 year

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Smallville 4x03

such an iconic episode, I'm so ready😩 (edit: ignore any typos you might find, I was going through it💀)

NOOOOOOOO THIS IS SO FKN FUNNY PLS LOOK AT THIS MAN'S HAIR I CAN'T BREATHE

Honestly I'm so thankful that not a single one of my schools was like this, it's like everyone just reached an unspoken agreement that bullying was uncool and we'd mind our own business.

needles😬

"Have I told you how much I'm gonna miss you?"

no you haven't but you definitely should, go on😌

*in unison* around where????

HELL YEAH FORCED PROXIMITY FTW

"Come on, do you know how many people would kill to relive their senior year of high school?"

No way in hell, and I had a relatively peaceful experience💀😭

"The last thing I want to be is a reporter."

She would absolutely be perfect but let's get one thing straight: If there's a person on this show who knows when to mind their own fucking business, it's LOIS🤷🏻‍♀️

I mean both Chloe and Lois make valid points, she's 17 and while I totally understand why Abby did it, it really is a bit concerning. Especially considering her mother has been pushing her to do it for the last 3 years😬

I got a comment from a helpful user under my post for last episode (ty🥰), apparently Jason is roughly the same age as Lex?? And he started dating Lana when she was 17?? AND HE'S THE FKN ASSISTANT COACH AT SCHOOL?

Clark wants to try out for the team again🥺

Jonathan let Martha have a job off the farm dude come on, be supportive. YES THANK YOU

omg did he fake his parent's signature on the permission slip???

"...they want people to look at them differently."

he's making points🤷🏻‍♀️

UGH I'm so weak for happy, excited Clark just look at himmm😭🥹

"Maybe if I'd been more patient I would've seen who you really are." EEEEEEEW throw the whole man away🤢

honestly fuck everyone who destroyed her self-esteem to the point where she's flattered bc a crusty man like that shows interest

asjaksjaksj

he's not even denying it-

PLSSSS their faces, especially Lois😭

I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR

and look at Lois "not interested in journalism" Lane right on the story😌😌😌

I'm connecting some dots here and I don't like ittttt😬😬

"I still can't believe that you have a job at my school."

I feel like Lana has had more personality in these last few episodes than she had in the last 3 seasons combined, so that's great to see.

Lex knowssss👀

OMFG LOIS I LOVE YOU

I'mghfdjfghdj LOIS ARE U FREE ON MONDAY-

look at herrrrr😭 LISTEN IF I HAD CLARK'S POWERS-

I mean I agree that beauty is on the inside but that's very easy to say when you look like a literal angel💀 OOp evil surgery lady just said the same thing I did idk how to feel about that💀💀

I love that they're already establishing little things about her, she's messy, she can't spell etc. (though Chloe sounded a bit passive aggressive in both instances, maybe I'm just reading it wrong tho😬)

"It looks like Lois is one step ahead of us." THAT MAKES ME SO PROUD🥺🥺

Clark saving Lois and then Lois saving Clark is something so personal to me actually-

UGH LOOK AT THEMMMMMM😭

*kicks woman* "Bitch."

her lil smile seeing her article in the torch😭

yesss she has fans as she fucking should😌

(Can I just quickly say that as much as I love Homecoming, they could've had at least ONE person at the reunion remember Lois from high school, watching that shit left permanent scars on my soul, it was so cruel😭 Like come on, if reading her article was a "life changing experience" for some students, it would make total sense for SOMEONE to remember her. (yes I'm super salty and what about it))

FUUUUUUUCK I JUST REALIZED I HIT THE 30 IMAGE LIMIT AND I'M NOT EVEN AT THEE DUNK TANK SCENE😭 (off to delete some of them I guess😭)

omg here it comes

"Come on Lois, didn't those guys at the base teach you anything?" "Wouldn't you like to know."

akasjkasdjak YOU KNOW HE WOULD

they wanna bone so bad it makes them look like absolute fucking clowns there I said it

DOESN'TMATTERCAUSEYOU'REGOINGDOWNTHAT'LLBETHEDAYSKADWNKW can you tell I'm losing my last shred of dignity here

ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY CLEARED MY SKIN IMPROVED MY GRADES WALKED MY DOGS ETC THIS SCENE CHANGED MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND-

and Tumblr won't even let me upload my 5732893 screenshots where's the justice😭

#ellie's smallville thoughts #smallville #4x03 #clark kent #lois lane #clois #honestly tagging anyone else I mentioned in the post apart from these two would be clownery at this point #like i'm not gonna make some poor lex luthor fan who went into his tag scroll through this; I do have a conscience💀

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ladygoofball · 3 months

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A Shady Love Poem from the office of Cassandra Apparently

For Apparently, Nobody. Fuckers. If you want Inanna's story? You'll keep reading. If not, feel free to scroll on by and accept my little written kiss sounds

kiss muah muah lovie lovie thank you for the time.

I just love pushing the boundaries of what is possible because the only thing I've ever been good at is fantasizing a better life for myself. I'm just nobody though, don't quote me on that.

To clarify it is to the same audience as my Battle Worn Boots poem. I'm tired of figuring out the meaning of words. You might say I've been chasing some wild geese for crumbs. What the hell do I know though? I'm just a lady! An American at that!

Another application? In this economy?! Come on. I've done thousands over the course of 7 years, and I'm pretty sure that is not hyperbole but I can't look in my emails without feeling a sense of disgust in my own behavior. Call it an official Strike Declaration.

The offices of Cassandra Apparently calls that? Witchcraft. Ereshkigal's crypto-testimonial (free of as many negative effects to the environment as humanly possible so better than crypto currency) is below the cut. The vibe? Keep that li'l diddy on repeat.

DATE OF PREDICTION: Basically all of 2024 so far. Assholes.

First off? Fuck you for questioning that authenticity. That needs to be said in no uncertain terms. Call me Absolute Truth, if you dare. I won't accept that in writing that needs to be told TO my face. That's where my self respect is, raise the bar any higher and I'll be happy to take this shit elsewhere tyvm (thank you very much in american gods damned english)

The spirits told me?

CALL THE PROJECT CASSANDRA!!!

I knew They'll say "No, that's too good to be true!" The bots will prevent the word from Reaching you. I did it anyway. That's too bold? Cool now I have to code switch to flirting because characters are limited and have to jump through hoops to prove I'm not trying to do that with any real ass person right now.

I say? I'll keep knocking until I get answers. As politely as possible until it might get to be too late. That's called good cyber security working out of courtesy to save something worth fighting for, Your Honor. What if there was a better world that I could show you?

I keep them begging. Yearning for the definition of the word. I am a Lit'rary thirst trap on the world wide web. I'll be Miss spider for a second and keep going anyway.

Oh...yes? GIVE IT TO ME, PLEASE!!!!

Bitch, "please"?

Just "please"? Not even dolling it up for me?

THE queen of 2020 hindsight? Come on.

You know what, now I have to start laying some ground rules. Call them boundaries, a steel sword in a marriage bed, or whatever. That's why I'm so activated anyway, I'm now in military generational trauma land Your Honor.

Yes, it is kind of your fault...but Yes it is kind to know people care. No, I'm not really that angry but Witness Ereshkigal cannot rest this case until it she knows it has been WITNESSED. Inanna does not come out for just anyone. /genuine.

I just have to set some HARD LINES IN THE SAND. I call that: building a wall with just imaginary bricks and mortar since the economy is collapsing and border walls are a poor concept in real life anyway. I call that Quality American Craftsmanship, a dying breed. I watched "Adventures from the Book of Virtues", I know when something is just a lesson and when something is direct. That was how I went to sleep thanks to good ole public television.

Rules for Conducting Business with Cassandra Actually, if you want to come into her house and beg her forgiveness for not listening to her sooner.

For the Camp Records: No, You don't personally have to, but someone should at this point for fuck's sake.

Rule 1: JUST PLEASE?! If this elvish paradise isn't enough for you, then hand me the keys. I'll drive US somewhere better, eh? We can call that Manifest Destiny without slaughtering native peoples and not endangering anyone in the process for being too on the nose. If that's not possible? I get it, but somebody has to try to get something better for me and for the record? I'm very happy to do it by myself thank you very much. My grandmother owns her own building. It's in my blood to seek the best for myself. Noni would approve, and she calls me frequently to provide tech support for her because she can't work a computer to get tenants. I don't have a single aspect of what I do on this WWW that is not exploited by someone, so that's why it has to be like that.

Rule 2: Do not do me the discourtesy of keeping their names from my shit list. If they bother any of you, bring them to me. I'll show them a way around a word or two. I've written thousands just for myself and nobody gets to see that before I am finished.

That last song probably got old by now, so you know what? Let's throw in another one to change the audience and the tone without putting words to what I'm doing for once in my gods damned life.

Rule 3: If I swing and I tell You to Duck? Then, bitch you had better get Quacking. That's not putting too much emphasis on the timeline, that's running out of funds to write checks that I can't cash if I wanted to because Nobody says it is not safe for me there. My entire Organization is on the line. I still honor the value of words, which is a craft that is apparently lost on these ghosts.

Rule 4: I may have been here for a while now, but I do NOT make time for anyone who can't get their damned facts straight. Even if it hits them over the head with ACME's Anvil. Bugs Bunny ass. That's not my problem, Your Honor. That sounds like a pissed off spirit. Too bad the art of Necromancy is dead in this place. If only a wizard knew how to Divine the cards as well as we can. A shame, really.

He must not be a master of the school of Divination like he claims to be!

Rule 5: I do not have time and will not make time for anyone who cannot get their facts STRAIGHT. It's the only straight thing about me, all these facts that I have are the definition of the straight and narrow.

He says that the way I hit it makes him forget his words? Try harder than that!

He says I must be celestial with all these angels singing in the chorus? Try harder than that!

The tone shifts away again? She can't keep doing this, but They say "Third time is the charm!"

Bozo Apparently asks: WHO THE FUCK HEALED YOU? WHO LAID HANDS? WHO CHARGED? THE GOOSE GIRL?? Over 400 hours, assholes. And weeks of playing with wild geese on the internet. 3 different runs through the Holy Narrative and I refuse to play through Act two until my eyes stop burning and my psyche is healed. I know how to play a video game or two and I know far better ones I can spend my time with. Ask Matthew Mercer who my last man might have been. Call that? Rune Factory 4 approves.

Did you say: Only a General could get them stepping this fast?

Bozo says: It could have been too late, sorry I'm a bit rushed! The economy is collapsing and industries I keep trying to get into are shutting me out faster than I can count how many weeks my unemployment checks. It's not that bad, all things considered, but if I was more than a half inch away from losing my familiars with no other options to save them I would not call myself Witch.

Bitch. Fuck a closing paragraph.

Wait, one last recommendation? Watch "The Social Dillema" and tell me I'm looking too into subliminal messaging online again motherfucker. You might as well add the Lizzie Bennet Diaries youtube series to your media diet too, while you're at it.

#don't show that man the post if he can't handle this whine #it's got to be imported!#To Dumuzi #xoxo Inanna #btw my ghost dad is really pissed at witchcraft corporate now that curse can't be lifted for at least a year #signed by the SR correspondent for Public Relations #i spy #Spotify

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butterfly-giggles · 3 years

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Bratty Indulgence

Just a reminder that this is aged up KiriBaku and A bit of NSFW feel since it does have BDSM tendencies.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OUR FAVORITE ANGRY BOY!!! It just HAD to be the MOST stress-filled day that Bakugou had ever had to deal with at his hero agency. First, the morning started out with the barista messing up his order of a Frappuccino and blueberry scone. He did his best, this is Bakugou we are talking about, to not fly completely off the handle. With a sincere apology and promise from the manager of free beverages for the remainder of the week, Bakugou was satisfied. Then when he had arrived at the agency, Denki was his usual bright self and it was just TOO early to deal with right now. "Morning, Kacchan! It is such a beautiful day on your Birth - MMPH!", Kaminari's eyes widened at the sudden hand placed over his mouth. "Keep that mouth of yours shut, Dunce. None of these extras need to know that it is my birthday." , Bakugou glared as he pulled his hand away. "Right right! Sorry man!", Kaminari held his hands up in submission as Bakugou turned and headed into his office. Bakugou closed the door behind him and moved to sit back in his chair at his desk. He sighed in frustration at the long day that was ahead of him. In all honesty, he regretted not taking the day off like Kirishima had told him to do. Sometimes his stubbornness really did work against him. He then decided to pull out his cell phone and text his boyfriend. "Did you really have to remind the extras that it is my birthday today? Now I am going to be bombarded by shitty "happy birthdays" all damn day.", Bakugou wrote Kirishima, not as angry about it as he was proclaiming to be. Kirishima rolled his eyes fondly as he read over his boyfriend's aggravated text and replied back as he formulated a plan in his head. "You will be fine, grouchy pants. We all appreciate and care about you so just get to deal with it ;)." "Fiiiiiine……. But I am still going to bitch about it the ENTIRE time :P. Thank you…….very much, ya loser." Bakugou smirked at the last text message he had sent to Kirishima. He knew his brattiness was going to get him into trouble. Luckily for him, that is exactly what he had wanted. It had been about 3 weeks since his last "correction" and he much needed the outlet. The rest of the day had gone unbelievably uneventful, which had just upset Bakugou more. The only thing that really sated his aggression was the "Happy Birthdays" that he had complained about earlier. Now he was pleased to FINALLY go home to Kirishima and to what awaited him when he walked in. With a quick change into a black tank top, black sweat pants, and slip-off black shoes, Bakugou made a beeline for home. Opening up the door, Bakugou was greeted by Kirishima, arms folded with a smirk upon his face. "Loser, huh? That is not a very nice thing to say to your boyfriend." "Heh…and what are you going to do it about, loser?", Bakugou began to walk past Kirishima, smirking as he let the brattiness take full reign. Kirishima unfolded his arms and quickly grabbed Bakugou's wrists and pulled him to his chest. Kirishima chuckled at seeing Bakugou's smirk and shook his head. "Seems like you just can't wait for some correcting, can you? Well then……..since we can't just ask for what we want, like adults, this isn't going to be very nice." Kirishima had then led Bakugou to their room, under-the-bed cuffs already visible and waiting for the guest of honor, on their king-size bed. Giving a firm nudge and stare of not to push his luck, Bakugou crawled onto the bed and set himself up in the bounds, except for his left arm. "Good boy", Kirishima stated as he walked over and sat at Bakugou's left side, finishing his restraints, "Rules remain the same as last time. "Green" is good to go, "Yellow" is I need a break, "Red" is if something is wrong, "Quirk" is done for the night. So then, color?" "Green. Just get on with it already, Ei. ", Bakugou fidgeted as the on-setting nerves began to take over. "Ever so eager for your destruction, aren’t you?", Kirishima replied as he placed his fingers under the shirt and upon Bakugou's

bare sides, drawing teasing caresses along the goose-pimpled flesh. "Sh-Shuhuhut up! D-Dohon't call mehehehe out lihihike thahat!", Bakugou squirmed at the teasing, both verbal and physical. Kirishima smirked at how easily Bakugou had caved and immediately started giggling. Normally there was just a bit more coaxing but it had seemed Bakugou truly did want this. Happy to indulge, Kirishima fluttered and goosed along the sides and stomach of his giggly boyfriend. "Oh? Sooooo don't call you out that you are just like your childhood best friend and LOVE being tickled into oblivion. Ooooooh I would never do that." "Gehehehehe! Y-Yohohou are suhuhuhuch ahahahan ASS! Ahahahaha! NO! No no no no nohohohahahaha!", Bakugou pulled at his bonds to protect himself, but it was fruitless. He could only shake his head as those teasing fingers moved to his oblivion. Kirishima grinned with playful evilness as he laid his weight over Bakugou's stomach and wiggled his fingers upon his uppermost most ribs. The sight before him was something to be greatly treasured. He watched Bakugou, head thrown back, back arched. and cackling up a storm as his worst spot was tasered without remorse. "Heh heh heh! I am an ass, huh? Fine then…..I will be the ass that is going to make you sorry.", Kirishima chuckled as his fingers continued their assault on the tender spots upon both sides of Bakugou's ribs. "SHIHIHIT!! NOHOHOHO!! Y-YOHOHOU CAN'T!! HAHAHAHAH!! YOU CAHAHAHAN'T!! AAHAHAHAHA!!" "Oh? But I can, you see? You just can't stop me at all. Maaaaaaaybe some nice words will make me go somewhere else." "PL-PLEHEHEHASE!! I DOHOHON'T WAHANT IT TOHOHO EHEHEND YET!! PLEHEHEHASE!! "Since you have asked so nicely I will move somewhere else." Kirishima smiled fondly down at Bakugou as he caught his breath. He pulled away from the blonde and moved higher up on the bed. The balled fists of his angry boy caught his eye and he nodded to himself, having chosen his next spot to play with. Kirishima reached forward and took Bakugou's left fist in his hands. In turn, Bakugou looked up at him and whined at Kirishima's next target but willingly opened his hand. Soon as the fingers were held back and an index finger drawing figures eights in his palm, he was lost to giggles again. Bakugou would never forget the day when his loveable boyfriend had found out that his palms were quite soft and incredibly ticklish to light touches. That whole night was filled with helpless giggles as his hands were held captive to teasing thumbs caressing while cruel arms and fingers held him captive. "Gehehehehehe! Why? Why thahahat spohohot?", Bakugou tittered out as he shook his head side to side at the feather-light sensations. "Because you have such adorable giggles when you are teased here. It is such a shame you don't let others hear you this happy.", Kirishima stated as he kept a steady pace on Bakugou's palm. "Nohohoho way aham I lehetting anyone else hear mehehehe gihihiggle." "But if you did, you probably would get tickled a whooooooole lot more. Obviously, this would be the only way to hear them so freely after all." The whine and deep red blush that dusted over Bakugou's cheeks were so worth it. Kirishima knew that there was little to no chance Bakugou would ever let anyone have him this vulnerable. This was his and his alone to treasure and enjoy. To be fair, he often went back and forth himself about wanting anyone else knowing that Bakugou was such a tickling masochist. About 45 minutes had passed, filled with switched spots along Bakugou's upper body and legs as well as playful banter mixed with laughter, before the code word "Yellow" was spoken. Kirishima had quickly stopped and given Bakugou a much-needed breather with comforting strokes through his hair. "Doing okay, Bakubabe?" Bakugou snorted at the silly pet name but nodded his head with a smile. He was beginning to reach his limit which meant Kirishima would finish him off by going for the soles of his feet next. Kirishima had stupidly called

it his "head to toe" treatment and it was a satisfaction guarantee. Bakugou knew he was going to be dead ass tired after this, that was for sure. He had contemplated coming home in his Hero boots just to see the look of sheer pouting upon Kirishima's face again. That "correction" had been spent completely on his feet after Kirishima stubbornly unbuckled each buckle and slipped the boots off. The whole idea backfired for poor Bakugou after having realized WAY too late that those boots of his made his soles much more susceptible to teasing. Kirishima enjoyed the hell out of it greatly. "Heh heh heh….yeah….I'm Greeheeheen…..I aham about dohone though." "Finale time it is then." Kirishima then moved to the end of the bed and slipped off Bakugou's last remaining shoe. It seems one had been dislodged during the beginning of the session. Giggling at the silliness of that, Kirishima had begun to stroke his fingers along the arches of Bakugou's soles. The reaction was instant. "Hahahahahaha! Dahahahamnit! It TIHIHICKLES!! Hahahahahaha!" "Oh, it can't possibly tickle THAT bad. You are not even laughing as hard as you would be if I were tickling your upper ribs." Kirishima playfully antagonized Bakugou, fingers caressing at the inner arch and instep. "Why dohohoes thahahahat TIHIHICKLE sohohoho much!! "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because your feet are a close second to your upper ribs." "Thahahahat was RHETORICAL!! Aahahahahaha!! ASSHOHOHOLE!!" Kirishima shook his head and smirked, now wiggling his fingers slowly upon the wiggling toes. "You never learn, do you? That mouth of yours will always get you into trouble." "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! FUHUHUCK! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Bakugou had tried his best to stay strong and tough out the extreme sensations, but he was exhausted. "AAAHAHAHA!! QUIRK!! QUHUHUHUHIHIHIHIHRK!! AAHAHAHAHA!!" Kirishima stopped once again and let Bakugou out of his restraints. Pulling him into a hug and holding him close, Kirishima rubbed Bakugou's back and whispered that he did such a good job. "Happy Birthday, my Dynamite." Happily worn out and relaxed, Bakugou yawned out a "Thank You". Soon after, he was out like a light using Kirishima's shoulder as a pillow. Kirishima smiled fondly down at his boyfriend and decided a nap together was just what they needed.

#bnha tickle #bnha tickling #tickle fic #mha tickle #kiribaku #ticklish!bakugou #tickling #tickle blog #ticklish bakugou

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years

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Let's Call It Funny

Prompt: Hi! If you know about those gen z peter parker posts, could your write something based on that? With Steve Getting It (tm) because fatalistic nihilism in humor tended to show up during the world wars and we’re seeing a reflection of that now? Sorry- I just think it’d make great options for steve and peter bonding, and dad!tony but actual emotions (gasp!) You can totally ignore this if you want!

Don't ever apologize for giving me such a great ask

Read on Ao3 Part 2

Warnings: uhhh gen z humor

Pairings: none! all found family in this bitch

Word Count: 2529

Here’s the thing about humor. It’s not necessarily that one generation is any funnier than another, it’s just that high school kids are perpetually the funniest people alive. Something about being in a pressure cooker of an environment with a bunch of other people whose bodies are changing in new unpredictable ways whilst having very little say in how their lives go creates humor. Gasp of shock, right?

So basically what Peter’s trying to say is that he’s fucking hilarious.

Come on, not only does he have the default high schooler stuff, he’s also gay, which gives him an instant bonus. He’s trans, which opens up a whole new subset of humor for him to explore. He’s neurodivergent as fuck, and we all know that makes people funny as hell. And if that weren’t enough, he’s severely traumatized and he’s Spider-Man.

Peter Parker is funny as hell.

What is truly devastating—and really, it’s their loss—is that so few people seem to appreciate it.

Ned gets it. Ned’s not someone Peter would expect to not get it, just because hey, it’s Ned. They’ve met each other in the hallways and been like ‘hey! You’re still alive! Congrats on having a body!’ Only for the other one to go ‘hey! You’re alive too! I wish I had an intangible form!’

Because bodies are stupid and evolution really fucked us over but at least we’re not horses.

A solid 50% of their interactions are just quoting John Mulaney and Bo Burnham bits back and forth at each other. Peter’s never gonna forget the day they both had detention and had to watch that stupid Cap PSA—it’s propaganda, you Nazi fuckwits—and something reminded them of the ‘horse loose in a hospital’ bit and they just did it. Full out. Stood up and did the actions and everything. The rest of the room was either trying to do it with them—and failing, because they didn’t have nearly enough practice—or looking so confused. The security guard—Paul, he’s great—just looked at them blearily after they finished and went:

“I mean, you kids are right, but you’re not supposed to talk in detention.”

Well, excuse them for trying to make it more entertaining for everyone.

MJ gets it. If Peter’s being honest, he learned most of his humor from her. She is the master and it is an honor to study in her wake. He’s definitely hijacked the asking whether or not anything’s actually meaningful existentialism jokes and they’ve wormed their way into his day-to-day repertoire.

“Why are you late, Mr. Parker?”

“Time is a social construct, Mrs. B, none of us are ever late or early except in the subjective spacetime paths. The limits of our sensory perception make it so we can’t tell if anything is real, let alone whether or not they conform to some arbitrary definition of ‘time.’”

“…just sit down, Peter.”

See? It works.

Aunt May gets…worried.

Sure, they’ve actually talked about when Peter needs help and wants to reach out and when he’s just making jokes off the cuff because hey, humor’s a great coping mechanism or it’s just a joke and not that serious. Peter loves his Aunt May, so so so much, and the last thing he wants to do is really worry her. And she’s gotten pretty good at figuring out when he’s just joking and when he’s spiraling.

Sometimes, though…

“Peter,” Aunt May calls from the kitchen, “did you remember to stop by the store on your way home?”

Peter freezes halfway through the door.

“Peter?”

He swallows. “…no.”

“Why not?”

“Because I am too stressed and consumed by the swirling pit of blackness deep in my soul to remember my head is connected to my body, let alone remember to go to the store.”

Silence.

“…Aunt May?”

“Do you want to drop off your stuff and then go to the store?”

“…yeah, please.”

“Love you, Pete.”

“Love you!”

“Try to remember that you’ve got arms so you can pick stuff up.”

“Got it!”

See? It’s fine.

The Avengers don’t get it. Like, at all.

Natasha and Clint like, sorta get it? They make the same jokes all the time when they think Peter can’t hear them, which—come on, you guys are super spies, surely you know people are gonna hear you when they’re gonna hear you. Natasha will make a crack about something, Clint will laugh and shove her shoulder. It’s their dynamic, we get it. But when Peter does it…

“Hey, Baby Spider?”

Peter sticks his head up from the ceiling. “Yeah?”

“Where’re you crawling off to?”

“I’m gonna go hide in the garage.”

Natasha blinks up at him. “Why?”

“Because if I get crushed by the airlock doors then I won’t have to do my paper tomorrow.”

Silence. Natasha’s mask is too good for Peter to actually see what’s going on with her, let alone from this angle, but silence isn’t good.

“Nat—oof!”

Something blurs out of the vent nearby and tackles him down onto the couch.

“Clint!”

“Nope,” Clint mutters, wrapping Peter up in a hug as Natasha comes to join them. “You’re staying with us now, Pete.”

“Guys, I’m fine.”

“Peter,” Natasha says softly, “don’t joke about that, you’ll make us worry.”

“I don’t wanna do that,” Peter mumbles, “but it’s fine.”

“Coping mechanism, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s got too many brain cells to do that,” Clint says, ruffling Peter’s hair.

“Stark has a lot of brain cells, you see what good that does him?”

“Hmm. Guess you’re gonna have to stay awhile, Pete.”

There are worse fates. Definitely.

Thor just kind of gets confused by it. He acts like Peter isn’t going to be absolutely fine because there’s no need to do anything like that. No, Peter, you don’t have to put the bleach in first into your cereal, there’s plenty of milk left over. No, Peter, you don’t have to throw yourself off the roof because your laptop is freezing, Stark has so many just lying around. No, Peter, you don’t have to pack a rucksack and run away to the Alps and live like a recluse, come here and get a hug.

Peter suspects Thor’s playing dumb on purpose. The man is smart as hell, there’s no way all of this is flying over his head. And honestly, it warms his heart a little bit when he sees Thor’s sincere, concerned look when he thinks Peter’s not looking.

Banner and Rhodey just kinda shake their heads and move on. They’re used to it. They live and work with some of the most dramatic fucking people in the goddamn universe, they’re used to a little bit of extra humor. Occasionally one of them will give him a look that says he’s pushing his luck, but that’s not often. Less often now ‘cause he knows what he can get away with. He’s also seen them hiding smiles behind their hands or poorly disguised coughs. They’re not as slick as they think they are.

Tony.

Tony is the fucking worst.

Peter can’t get away with so much as sighing too hard before Iron Dad™ is swooping in all soft words and concerned touches. Jesus. You’d think he’d get it, he uses humor as a coping mechanism too, goddamnit, why is he so worried about Peter?

Okay, fine, he knows why.

MJ’s over at the Tower, having another one of her ‘sketch people in crisis’ appointments with Natasha. Peter is coming off of a 32-hour caffeine rush and is violently wishing for death. Tony is in the kitchen doing…something.

“Hey, do you think bleach would make a good smoothie?”

Tony wheels around to see MJ pulling a glass out of the cupboard.

“Kid—“

“Sounds like a filling breakfast,” Peter groans, “can you make me one too?”

“…I’m legitimately concerned,” comes Tony’s mutter.

MJ ignores him. “Who’s the bitch on your forehead?”

Peter rubs absentmindedly at the massive knot on his head, courtesy of a wall that rudely decided to move at the last second while Peter was attempting to walk through a doorway. “He’s called DJ Braindeath and he’s my only friend in the world.”

“Peter—“

“Oh did you meet him at the furry convention?"

“Technically it’d be a buggie convention.”

“What the hell are you two talking about?”

“The pantry doesn’t have good coffee, I’m going to Starbucks.” MJ grabs her bag. “You want anything?”

“A will to live?”

“Peter, what the fuck—“

“Oof, I’ve only got like…20 bucks.”

Peter lets his head drop back to the counter. “Then just leave me here to die.”

“Can I have champagne at your funeral?”

“I’ll be dead, I won’t fucking care.”

“God, I wish that were me.”

Then MJ’s gone and Peter gets treated to a 20-minute conversation with a very concerned Tony Stark that he doesn’t remember most of because hey caffeine crashes aren’t fun.

He definitely does it on purpose sometimes just to wind Tony up. Like there’s this one incident with an interview he does as Spider-Man and he gets asked what he thinks about Tony Stark’s newest intern, Peter Parker.

“That boy’s an embarrassment, just…complete failure. Can’t speak without stuttering through every other word and self-esteem issues all over the place. Also looks like he got dressed in the dark.”

The reporter had awkwardly moved on to another question. The interview aired later that day while Peter was at the Tower. Tony sat next to him on the couch about halfway through.

“You look good, Pete.”

Peter had mumbled halfheartedly, only to hear the reporter ask the same question.

“See, that’s the problem with having a secret identity, you don’t…” Tony trailed off as he heard the answer.

Peter snorted as Spider-Man finished talking. “Say that to my face, you bitch, get a real job. At least I don’t look like someone vomited silly string all over my spandex.”

“Are you okay?”

See? Fun.

The only one he’s made a conscious effort to not be this funny around is Steve.

Because, okay, here’s the thing. Steve’s disappointed look has no effect on him anymore. He’s immune, motherfuckers, he’s had detention too many times for it to still work. Here’s the other thing: Steve doesn’t actually use that tone of voice that often. It’s this meticulously crafted image he plays up in interviews because it catches all the bad guys so off guard when Captain America is suddenly swearing a blue streak at them and telling them to go fuck themselves in, honestly, quite creative ways. The sincere Steve Rogers disappointment and concern still very much works. Also doesn’t help that Steve does caring so fucking well, like…who gave him the right to say a few things and hold Peter like he’s something precious and do the quick one-two punch of saying a super sincere compliment and following it up with ‘I love you.’ Who did that? It’s rude. Stop it.

And yeah, Steve’s the resident Mom at the Ready. It’s a risk to even sit on your bed looking sad ‘cause here he comes, wearing something snuggly and saying ‘hey’ in that stupid, stupid compassionate voice. So Peter knows he’s just gonna end up crying from too much soft if Steve actually gets concerned. Which won’t be fair because he’s gonna try and explain that he’s fine and it’s just his sense of humor while crying. Yeah, like that’s gonna be believable.

So he’s trying not to but damnit it’s hard.

Then he walks into the kitchen one day to see Steve struggling with the toaster.

It’s one of Tony’s new prototypes—which means that anyone struggling with it is so fair—and from the looks of it, it’s managed to not only burn the bread to a crisp, but also mangle the slices beyond recognizable shape.

Peter’s not paying that much attention. He’s on his phone, heading towards his spot in the corner with the beanbag chairs and definitely doesn’t recognize Steve as he goes.

He only plops down and hears someone declare, in a completely deadpan voice: “There is no point to existing at all.”

“Oh, mood.”

He doesn’t think much of it. He doesn’t even know who said that, that’s how hyper-focused he is right now. He hears the others come in and feels Clint plonk down next to him.

“Hey, Pete.”

“Sah, dude.”

“Just vibing. Did I do it right?”

“Yeah, man you’re going great.”

“You teach Thor ‘yeet’ yet?”

“We’re getting there.”

“Steve,” he hears Tony call from the kitchen, “what the fuck did you do?”

“Language.”

“Don’t fucking talk to me about language when you’re making toast that looks like a goddamn welder’s table, what is that?”

“Your prototype’s work, I imagine.”

“How did you even—“

Clint chuckles next to him as the two of them start fondly bickering. Peter’s too busy speedrunning the five stages of grief in his head.

Did…did Steve say the thing about there being no point to existence at all?

No…no way.

He must be imagining things.

Then, of course, there’s a chime on his phone.

Ned: Did u do the bio hw?

There was bio homework?

Ned: yeah, due at noon

“I now know why God abandoned this timeline and when will death come to take me?”

The room goes silent.

Shit.

“Peter,” Clint says, “it’s gonna be fine, you can do bio homework in your sleep—“

“Are you okay?” Ah, that’s Thor.

“Kid—“

And Nat, and Tony’s probably rushing over here as he speaks.

Then there’s another voice.

“We can only pray the reaper arrives early for his appointment with us, kid.”

Peter’s head snaps up.

Steve.

Steve fucking Rogers raises a coffee cup at him in salute and takes a sip. He makes a face.

“…that was definitely salt,” he mutters, before shrugging and downing the whole thing.

…what?

Peter’s still staring at him until he catches his gaze and winks.

Oh, fuck yes.

“Steven Grant Rogers,” Tony says, hands on his hips, “explain.”

Steve just gives him a look. “I grew up in the Great Depression, Tony, and I was in the army. You don’t think I have a fatalistic sense of humor?”

“Plus the fact that most of my generation is resorting to types of humor found when death and stress are so ever-present that you have to joke about it says something,” Peter adds, “doesn’t it?”

Steve raises his cup again. “See? He gets it.”

And just like that, the bond between Peter Parker and Steve Rogers was written, formed, and sealed in salt and existentialist depression.

“There’s two of you,” Tony mumbles, “oh my god, there’s two of you.”

“Oh, you just wait ’til Buck and Sam get back.”

Peter can’t fucking wait.

#marvel #mcu #avengers #spider man #peter parker #fic #dragonbabbles

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atsumiyass · 3 years

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okay so I just discovered your blog and ran to the requests to ask if you could do hcs of itachiyama, seijoh, and karasuno when their manager gets hit on? (like what they do and how they act) thank you very much and have a good rest of your day/night!

Itachiyama, Aoba Johsai, and Karasuno when their manager gets hit on

warnings: just guys being douches, but fluff at the end :D

Itachiyama (sorry I couldn't get a good gif)

they're honestly pretty chill about it.

bc they know you can handle yourself most of the time.

I mean you handle them perfectly fine, so whats some random dude got against you?

but if the guy is just that persistent and doesn't take the hint, they’ll just kindly ask him to leave you alone.

usually by the lines of “she's busy” or “she obviously doesn't want anything to do with you” (Sakusas words, its as kind as he’ll get.)

if the guy gets all touchy-feely with you though,

thats when they step in.

it really only takes Sakusas cold glare to get the guy to scurry away.

but if hes feeling extra ballsy,

thats when everyone else comes to your rescue.

after the guy’s gone, Komori asks if you're okay and if he did anything. To which you reply no.

After that the boys always make sure to keep an eye on you if you're ever in need of their rescue again :)

Aoba Johsai

Oikawa is usually with you at all times, making sure no one such as looks at their “precious manager”.

but it does happen occasionally.

i mean, you are very attractive.

so when it does you can usually handle it, telling the guy very politely you aren't interested and he walks away

but theres always that one guy who never takes the hint and keeps on insisting.

and this instance was no different.

he had you trapped against a wall in a pretty secluded corner of the arena, it was the semi-finals so it was pretty packed.

you had went to go fill up the water bottles before the third set had started, but some guy from a rival school had approached you asking for your number.

you told him you were in a bit of a time crunch and that you weren't interested.

but instead of walking away he took the bottles from your hand, placing them on the floor and backing you up into the position you were in now.

you were debating on just punching him and booking it back to the team, but you didn't want to cause a scene so you kept just trying to walk away

which to your dismay, didn't work.

he kept pushing the limit, touching your face and hair, running his hand on your upper arm.

you were frozen in place, you had no idea what to do.

“Oi! What do you think you’re doing to her?!” You heard the familiar voice down the hall.

you had never been so grateful to hear a screaming Iwaizumi before.

Behind him was Oikawa, assuming they had both been sent to come find you since you were taking awhile to come back.

“Chill dude, i was just asking this cutie for her number.” The guy said with a smirk on his face, turning from them back to you.

“Well she obviously isn't interested, dude.” Iwaizumi snapped back, giving the guy the coldest glare you had ever seen.

You soon felt an arm around your shoulders, guiding you away from the guy.

You also had never been this thankful to see Oikawa before.

Iwaizumi threated the guy that if he didn't leave he would make him, prompting him to finally leave you alone.

“are you okay Y/n-chan? he didn't do anything to you did he?” Oikawa asked you, pulling you into a hug.

it was cute to see him so worried for your well being.

“No, I'm fine. Thank you both from coming to my rescue.” you laughed, picking up the still empty water bottles and heading back to the team.

After telling the team and coach what happened, he sent Hanamaki and Matsukawa to fill up the bottles instead.

Ever since that incident, one of the boys has always gone with you to fill up the waters, just incase.

Karasuno

Now, we all know how Noya and Tanaka are.

they will not hesitate to fight a bitch in your honor.

that includes any men (plural) that try anything with you.

This time it was at the training camp with Fukurodani, Nekoma, Shinzen, and Ubugawa.

so, Karasuno had been invited to the training camp (thanks Nekoma!!) and was currently getting their ass handed to them by Nekoma (thanks Nekoma!! very nice!!)

While you talked to coach Ukai about what the boys could improve on, and taking notes, you were made aware of the boys loss by the sound of them doing the flying laps around the gym.

sighing, you gave a look to Ukai, who nodded as you got up to get a breath of fresh air.

only to have the captain of Nekoma stop you.

you: 🧍‍♀️

him: 😏

“how’s it going? y’know, i think-“

“he’s talking to y/n!!”

listen Nishinoya i love you but like... let the man speak 😭😭

cue Tanaka and Nishinoya walking up WHILE THE REST OF THE TEAM AWKWARDLY STANDS AND WATCHES FROM THE CORNER OF THEIR EYE.

man you hated it here.

“I-“

mans wouldn’t even let kuroo speak

“what’re you doing with Y/n-chan?”

you were this close 🤏 to shoving Tanaka

“I was just asking-“

cue Nishinoya being like: simply don’t 😍

Suga’s laughing in the background, Daichi looks ready to scold the two, Hinata and Yamaguchi look confused on how to help, Kageyama and Tsukki look uninterested and you’re slowly backing away to avoid association.

“y/n!” Suga’s calling to you, and you’re not happy he’s smiling because you know-

“told you it was only a matter of time before others started hitting on you!”

yup, he was going to tease you.

“he didn’t even say anything??”

cue Daichi looking smug.

“I told you there was nothing to worry about! Y/n can handle this stuff on her own!”

Daichi, you looked like you wanted to slap Kuroo, but okay buddy.

“I’m glad you’re okay!”

“Suga’s right, in a way...”

“I agree...”

everyone was there being protective of you, and you’re just like,

“he didn’t even ask me anything.”

“good!” Noya spoke.

you gave up.

“you’re all dorks, you know that?” you sighed, shaking your head.

“you love us though.” Suga replied, placing an arm around your shoulders and ruffling your hair.

“....maybe?”

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abeautifulblog · 3 years

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Ideas for Jaskier's music in the Warlord AU

i.e., what Jaskier gets up to as Geralt's one-man propaganda machine

(Most of these didn’t make it into For the Asking, but imagine they’re there in the background.)

Sir Swears-a-Lot

A song about Lambert that (ironically) does not have a single bad word in it. It does that thing—I don't know what you call it—where it sets up a rhyme and then yanks out the bad word at the last minute and substitutes something inoffensive that doesn't rhyme. (Making it very clear what was *supposed* to be there.)

He'll give you lip, he'll give you sass,

But when push comes to shove

He's there to save your sorry ........hide.

Or--

And when the battle's over

and All's been put aright

You try to say, “Sir, thank you!” and get--

“I ain't no f...flipping knight!”

(I expect he also rhymes “witching” with “bitching” at some point.)

Not really propaganda, except in the sense that it's humanizing witchers—the message being that Lambert is foul-mouthed and grumpy, but a genuinely Good Dude underneath it.

I expect this one is popular with kids, because it has the titillation of saying swears!! but they can't actually get in trouble for it.

My Lover is a Witcher

Does what it says on the tin—an incredibly raunchy song that frames itself as a woman extolling to her friend all the myriad benefits of fucking a witcher, including but not limited to:

Can't get you pregnant

Can't give you the clap

Isn't gonna make you marry him

Muscles for days

Incredible stamina

Huge dick

Decades of experience

Did I mention the stamina?

Because Jaskier is a bro and a true wingman and has turned his talents to helping witchers get laid on the Path. It works exceedingly well—too well, say the witchers who aren't trying to hook up but are now being plagued by hordes of extremely persistent admirers.

(Gweld: Jaskier. For the love of all that’s holy. Serrit has nearly stabbed four different women because they wouldn't stop hitting on me. You are a menace.)

Meanwhile everyone in Kaer Morhen is like, Buttercup, that is way more than I ever wanted to know about how Geralt fucks.

Jaskier: ...I didn't say I was writing from personal experience!

Geralt: [hides face]

Jaskier: I'm just saying it's very accurate.

Beneath the Linden Tree

An explicitly anti-war song. It's framed as a young woman singing to her sweetheart, who's been conscripted to fight against the Wolf; she's urging him to keep his head down and surrender the first chance he gets—that there's nothing cool or heroic about war, and everyone knows (hah) that the Wolf treats POWs honorably, so her lover will be safe there until the fighting is over.

I care not for the deeds of war,

I'd have you home with me

And feel your lips on mine again

Beneath the linden tree.

(The linden tree being a repeated motif in the song symbolizing home and love and peace. And you get 1 internet point if you can guess what song I was referencing when I made it a linden tree. ;D)

This is one that I think Jaskier would not claim authorship of—instead, Yen's agents seed it throughout neighboring territories to make it appear a grassroots movement rather than a top-down propaganda push.

As a propaganda song, it's notable in that it doesn't directly try to sing the praises of the Wolf—instead its message is, I don't care who sits on the throne, that has nothing to do with us, I just want you home safe. It's a subtle attempt to erode popular support for wars against the Wolf, by painting them as pointless and unnecessary, with a cost that falls disproportionately heavy on the common people.

(Because it wouldn't surprise me if the overtly pro-Wolf songs become a hanging offense in rival countries—so Jaskier has to come up with songs that push their message but slip the censors.)

Does it work? Hard to say, but Geralt likes it.

Miscellaneous educational songs—that a lot of his songs about the (mis)adventures of various witchers are doing double-duty, not only introducing that person to the public, but also packed with information about the identifying characteristics of whatever the monster-of-the-week was, and (if possible) telling the audience what is and isn't effective when it comes to protecting themselves from it.

He has a lot of these, there's practically a formula for them:

Monster appears in village. (Description of monster and what it does)

A local attempts to kill it, or drive it off, or sneak past it into the woods for a midnight rendezvous, or whatever, something that gets them killed or nearly-killed. (The cautionary tale.)

Witcher arrives on scene. (Heroic introduction. This is the part that the witcher's buddies will regale him with mercilessly from now until the end of time.)

Witcher tells the people what kind of monster they have (opportunity to give more information about it, if necessary) and tells them how to keep safe while he kills it (defensive measures).

HEROIC BATTLE! (Emphasize that you should not try this at home, kids.)

Village thanks witcher, witcher leaves. Whatever emotional hook Jaskier had used for the song (justice being done, rescuing someone, reuniting a pair of lovers, etc) gets resolved. The end.

Because the faster people can (correctly) identify a threat, the faster they can get a properly-equipped witcher out there to deal with it—and if protecting themselves in the mean time is as simple as “don't go out after dark” or “put salt on your doorsteps and windowsills,” the fewer people will get hurt while they're waiting for help to arrive.

These are the equivalent of catchy pop songs, not epics, and Jaskier makes sure to put the most salient information into the most ear-wormy part of the chorus, so if people remember nothing else, they'll remember that.

#witcher shit

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writers-worst-nightmare · 3 years

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No brains (Dabi x reader)

Ask: Daddy Dabi s/o is a crackhead with zero brain cells

Pairing(s): Dabi x reader

Warning(s): large amounts of cussing (there are lyrics of WAP for most of it what did you expect?), crackhead energy, Dabi just giving up, 18+ themes (minors dni please), deaf Bakugou

A/N: absolutely anon! I would love to do this! (I have so many ideas running through my head rn lol) AND ignore if it says “Aishi” instead of you I got this from my oc x canon fanfiction

Request are always open!

“Hahaha look at your face!!!” You exclaimed, pointing towards Dabi as he tried to open a champion bottle and helplessly failing.

“You wanna try?” Dabi challenged, still struggling to open the bottle.

“No.” You admitted, just when the League couldn’t possibly get any more chaotic the whole bakusquad came.

“SUP BITCHES!” Mina yelled on the top of her lounges, popping open some wine with Denki, Sero, Jiro, and Kirishima following closely behind.

“How the hell did you do that?!” Dabi asked as he finally popped the lid off, the corkscrew went flying in the air and hit Bakugou. Bakugou smacked Dabi across the face and sulked in the corner.

“I don’t need to know sign language to know what that means.” Jiro stated, her index finger flicking in the air like something was going to fall out of the roof on her command. Dabi flipped the purple haired girl off, Jiro rolled her eyes and focused on getting the food out of the way. She gently laid down some pork and smiled at the villains.

“Why the fuck did you bring pork?” Shigeraki asked, finally un-glueing himself from Deku and going right in front of Jirou.

“Pork means good luck and wealth if you eat it on New Years.” Jirou answered carefully.

“We’re going to need that considering that you guys keep attacking us!” Kirishima added, not wanting to be left out on the conversation.

”we attack you guys so much because it’s fun!” Toga cheered, her yellow eyes scanning the bar. “Is Izuku here?” She inquired, Bakugou just the door open and scoffed at Toga’s attitude.

”No, he just jumped out the window.” The ash-blond teased. Toga growled before leaping forward and trying to stab Bakugou, Bakugou skillfully dodged and tripped Toga with his feet. Toga scowled before leaping on top of him, but she was stopped by Dabi holding her torso.

“LET ME AT HIM DABI!!! I’LL TEAR HIM APART!!!” Toga screeched as she tried to get away form his grasp. Dabi rolled his eyes as he held Toga back, bored out of his mind.

“Later.” He responded, chucking Toga on the couch. Toga landed on Spinner and the two then argument amongst themselves.

*later with Y/N*

”Come oooooon!!!” You whined, dragging Dabi out and getting him in the car.

“Champion, you know I love you right?” Dabi asked, you nodded her head as she started the car and buckled yourself in.

“Yep!” You exclaimed, putting a lot of power on the ‘p’ sound.

“But we talked about this…not driving.” Dabi stated more sternly. You rolled your y/e/c eyes and started driving anyway.

***

”Y/N/N YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME THROW UP!!!!” Dabi yelled, you shrugged her shoulders as you broke every speed limit there was imaginable.

“Oh look the cops are chasing me.” You commented as you pointed to the back window of the car where several police cars were chasing after Dabi and you.

“OH GOD!!!!” Dabi exclaimed, rolling brown the window and throwing rocks at them.

“Since when do we have rocks in the car?” You inquired, your calm and squeaky voice not even comparing to Dabi’s frantic and deep voice.

“SINCE YOU STARTED DRIVING!!!” Dabi countered, you hummed and started playing “WAP” on full volume as she started singing along.

I said, certified freak Seven days a week Wet-ass pussy Make that pull-out game weak, woo

”y/n you bitch stop singing to tiktok songs and help me!” Dabi begged, you ignored your boyfriends cry for help and kept driving. Pushing the speed limits a little further each time.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy

You ignored as the cops yelled some gibberish and kept singing. The citizens turned and saw the police-chase, some laughing at you and some joining in on your singing.

Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge Extra large and extra hard Put this pussy right in your face Swipe your nose like a credit card Hop on top, I wanna ride I do a kegel while it's inside Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes This pussy is wet, come take a dive Tie me up like I'm surprised Let's role play, I'll wear a disguise I want you to park that big Mack truck Right in this little garage Make it cream, make me scream

Everyone in the sidewalks soon joined in your singing as the younger teens pulled out their phones and recorded her to put it on their tiktok’s. Dabi was still having a mental break down as he screamed on the top of his lounges that the cops where still after him.

Out in public, make a scene I don't cook, I don't clean But let me tell you how I got this ring (ayy, ayy)

”You where fine at first until you forced me to date you then you showed your true colors.” Dabi answered, everyone in the crowd berth into laughter along with you. Soon, Dabi reluctantly joined in on the singing.

Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be I'll run down on him 'fore I have a nigga running me Talk your shit, bite your lip Ask for a car while you ride that dick (while you ride that dick)

the cops started slowing down and the cool cops joined in in on the singing while the grumpy cops yelled at the citizens and threatened to arrest them.

You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang He already made his mind up 'fore he came Now get your boots and your coat For this wet-ass pussy He bought a phone just for pictures Of this wet-ass pussy Pay my tuition just to kiss me On this wet-ass pussy Now make it rain if you wanna See some wet-ass pussy

as the chorus came around again everyone sang even louder. Laughter filling the area as they saw the funniest nonsense that belonged to the villains.

Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra With a hook in it, hope it lean over He got some money, then that's where I'm headed Pussy A1, just like his credit He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it I let him taste it, now he diabetic I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp I wanna gag, I wanna choke I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing That swing in the back of my throat My head game is fire, punani Dasani It's going in dry and it's coming out soggy I ride on that thang like the cops is behind me I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo

Everyone practically screamed the ‘dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat’ part, the music from the radio now drowned out by the people who have memorized it word-by-word either eagerly or reluctantly.

Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder Big D stand for big demeanor I could make you bust before I ever meet ya If it don't hang, then he can't bang You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?" When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name Ah (whores in this house)

Dabi started recording on his phone while people sang the bridge and sent it to the ‘League Of Villains’ group-chat.

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy Now from the top, make it drop That's some wet-ass pussy Now get a bucket and a mop That's some wet-ass pussy I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP That's some wet-ass pussy Macaroni in a pot That's some wet-ass pussy, huh

As the song came to and ended some people stopped recording but to there kept recording. Dabi got a text from ‘Ash Child’

Ash Child: What the fuck?!

Dabi: y/n started running from the cops and out on this song

Chapstick🧴🧴🧴: I already heard this song enough!

Blood rat 🐀🩸: I said certified freak!

Spinner: That’s it I am removing Toga from the group chat

Blood rat 🐀🩸: but whyyyy

-blood rat🐀🩸 was removed from the group chat-

People starting listening to the blasting radio as the song came to an end.

(There's some whores in this house) (There's some whores in this house)

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seedleaflesssapling · 3 years

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Ver 2.0? Turning Point?

I can't really identify to which point in my life that i started to doubt myself but im pretty sure that it was because of UP. Damn, that school, my uni. It do really have the ability to make you feel small; i was in a disadvantaged side when i entered it, you know. I was acquainted, no we did not really talked one-on-one, but i heard when we did introductions - Pisay, UP High, science comprehensive schools, Xavier University, who wouldn't be intimidated by that when you came from Col. Ruperto Abellon National School (who would know where that is? I was lucky enough for a teacher recognized it and my classmates be like 'ahhhhhh,' .....really?! I dont even know where xavier is, it just sounds cool). Another thing is that, i wasn't a stem shs graduate - a leverage(?) or excuse (?) that i always use for them to know that i am at disadvantaged side here, not their competitor, probably a NOBODY. They, being stem graduates, have capstone projects you never thought that they have at that age, but i would hear them saying that it was publish in this journal (whatever, idk the journals lmao, i dont even understand their studies 2nd lmao, but that was some smart shit you know, a shit that makes me feel pathetic for being too proud of my what? Correlational study from inconsistent surveys?!!! Wtf, wtf, wtf). But it was a very good peer pressure you know, i kinda turned it that way. Being left behind, being on the rock bottom, i have no other place to go but up. It wasn't the goal, like making or taking the top spot, i just need to survive.

Inevitably, the exams came. I had hard time adjusting chem but math was kind to me. Who would have thought that i would get two 1.0 at my math subjects for the first semester, the sem that i thought i would barely pass. I was even a CS for that sem. Who would have thought? Our first chemical engineering subject that involves computations was on the list the next semester and the first exam, out of 100 i got something like 20ish. WTF. THAT WAS MY FIRST FAILED EXAM. but no, never did cry but tears were flooding inside. So apparently, i have to focus more on this subject and i did. Some were still failing, but i raised my average up. We also had physics, my first ever physics. I really love physics that time or that sir rommel is just a very good professor. I got the highest score on our second LE, everybody else did fail. Small victories. Not that they lose, but i just won. But i heard one time they were talking about me re: passing the physics exam and even getting a high score. They were uhm.. a guy i really look up to cause his good, the other was a girl that idk but i think she didn't like me back then. They were friends but eventually the girl transferred uni because who cares why. i heard the guy saying something like sin.o gid na si franklin nga taas iya score man, maybe even worse than that, i still look up to the guy even until now. But wtf. I really took it in that time, like i wanted to cry but did not. With all that, i got a fair grade at physics. I still got 1.0 at maths that sem and even maintained being on the CS list. S M I L E. BECAUSE WE HAVE A MIDYEAR CLASS. VERY EXHAUSTING FOR SOMEONE WHO DONT WANT ANYTHING BUT JUST ADJUST, SURVIVE, AND FIND MEANING OF BEING A UP STUDENT. It was just one subject and it was math, but i got 2.0?!!! I have no excuse to that, i am very grateful for the family who accommodated me. After midyear class, i did got sick, it sucks, really sucks. I wanted to file an LOA for the next academic year, it is the only thing i can think of for me to go back on track (i haven't said that my parents pushed me to graduate with latin honor and i wanted to also for my resume to look good because everything else in me is effed up). I really wanted to pause and be free for a while but i also wanted to graduate on time (mostly because i want to give the bitches who dared to have expectations be put on my shoulders not the satisfaction, but the audacity to tell them 'i aint did it for ya') so i asked mama. THANK GOD, SHE DID SAY NA KUNG ANO LANG KAYA MO, AMO LANG DA IH 😭😭🤧🤧 so i enrolled, but went to school late, haven't attended the school opening but all is good. I did kind of reset, just enough for me to face school again.

Second year, it was fucked. I did really love coding on octave and doing sheets at ms excel though. On that year, we have formed the che 103 bagsak group. Together with two of my classmates on 103 and math 55, we became buddies after failing che 103 on the first LE, another 30 over 100 exam hahahahaha. We made bawi just enough for us to pass the subject hahahahahuhu. I have thermodynamics sub, i barely pass. Thank G na wala ko nag removal. If ever i did, i am so sure that i wont make it. My GWA for that sem was not enough for me to be a CS. Who cares? I still did, actually but mama was never been too pushy since then, even since after midyear, after getting that 2.0 grade from the only subject i am good at. Btw, my math 55 for first sem, second year, was 1.25. Not a 1.0 but still, it's good. Second semester that year was when pandemic hit so there's nothing much to tell. I was, sorry but i was really, glad to be away from school for a while, not until for a while became forever. Virtual university set-up was very hard. With too much from taking in whatever i see and hear on my surroundings, even just at home, everything is difficult. It is very hard to find motivation and discipline in studying when i was surrounded with people who do nothing. Even to this point i am writing, everyday is like a battle, but is mostly an internal one. Self vs self, a war no one knows who will win. So the confidence, the tower of knowledge i did build, exponentially went down. I did really well when i was in grade 10, i did my best that time and it can be seen at the achievements i had that year. Being consistently on top 1 the whole year, placing second on division MMC (even getting the highest score on the written elimination round for the whole cluster), doing well sa physics under maam andico, placings on cluster journalism competitions - it was like a record best, best record (?) Whatever. But it wasn't enough you know, i eventually came fourth like wtf. I had read from somewhere Newton saying like the two years when he did write the three laws of motion and the calculus stuff were the two best years of his life, and it kept me thinking that what if mine already passed? That it was when i was in high school?

But, back when i was in school, every time that i was belittling myself or even at random times that i would feel nervous for nothing, my classmates and close friends would say na:

Uno mo man ang Math, uno mo na na (it was a one or two time thing, what if chamba lang to???)

Ikaw man highest sa first le sa thermo (it was really an absolutely one time thing, i barely passed that sub)

Alam ka man sa physics (i was just invested on physics and maybe nachambahan lang na ang ginpractice ko solve kay parallel sa exam ni sir)

Alam ka, d ka lang confident (OKAY???!)

I was ignoring those shit cause who cares if i did really good that time. Yeah, it felt good but it wasn't fulfilling. Satisfied but not happy. But with recent events, i think i would be changing. This post will be a written contract that i will push to be better, to start trusting myself, and build that confidence glow behind me; to believe that i am bright and i can hack it, whatever it may be.

For coherence, i would itemize na lang all of the events that brought me to epiphany lol

It was Friday, 17 Sep, when Dean, in our plant design subject, gave an activity for us - to come up with solutions that would address problems he presented. 1 off grid island community (either you address the water, electricity, and phone reception/signal problem under a 100k budget) and 2 vinegar packaging with a 500 mL volume and should cost less than the cost of vinegar. The due's on Monday, 20 Sep. The challenge is that you should come up with an idea that is not the same with those who already turned in their proposed solutions. I haven't turned in mine until Sunday afternoon. We are 23 in class, hence there should be 23 proposed solutions for each problem. However, only 20 or 21 turned in their solutions and as a student who decided to do it three days after the sheet was given, i was at the second to the last of the entries hahaha. I have limited choice since a lot have been proposed. And ngl, i did entered my idea for the first problem at Sunday evening and for the second problem it was on the afternoon of the next day. Those were basic solutions cause who am I? Am just your basic guy.

Tuesday, 21 Sep (#NeverForget #NeverAgain), class again for plant design (PD). Dean discussed stuffs which im ngl, i did not listen because im bored (not until he said 'we'll have a 5-min break and we'll have a quiz after that' like wtf, how will we do our quiz???!). After the short break, I did study cause i panicked as hell, he presented the prospects of the course, that we will be divided in groups and that the leaders were chosen based on the solutions they turned in the activity previously given. So there's no quiz, i was calm the whole time after that until my name was called. Like wtf??! Your basic guy will be a leader???! Hello!!! So i chat people, asked them if it was a good thing (course it was!!!? So dumb right?!). And then, i asked another leader and she agreed to my argument that we should only be divided into six instead of seven as what dean has decided. So i chatted dean (pic below). I just accepted the role half-heartedly.

As leaders, we should be hiring people for our team and we should make pubs. I dont have a canva account to help me do pubs. I made mine at MS ppt HAHAHAHAHAHA but im good so its cute. We were assigned with projects and i get to have the 4-member team. The vacant roles were project maven and liaison officer for a 3-member team. In my pubs, i included scrummaster as position to be filled, cause who am i to lead?! So yeah, that's it. I did the pubs Wednesday and I submitted my resume Thursday (third to the last hahahaha but my resume's cute hahaha).

Thursday. So i had this invite by a classmate to join the Shell event long time ago. He was reaching out for someone to ask Dean for his approval because Dean did not replied to the email he sent. So, i volunteered. I really want this competition cause this will be my first and maybe last competition as a UP student. So i DMed dean and blah blah blah he asked for selection process. I relayed the message and apologize to them for being me because i was thinking that it was me who made him come up with the decision of having the team be selected. Like, wtf i was just asking for his approval. Getting kicked out of the team was not my intention. Those whom i chatted that night were telling me that it wasn't my fault blah blah blah. So i half-heartedly agreed to them.

Friday came, yesterday, the interview. I am very anxious for someone who will be the one asking the applicants lmao. I already have been interviewed before for college applications and somehow remember the feeling, nerve wracking, whatever. To calm my nerves, i listed questions which i never got to ask properly btw, but at least i have concrete ideas on what to ask. The first interviewee was my very closed friend and so we just laugh and laugh and laugh HAHAHAHAHA. IDK if dean saw it but who cares. And the next and next and next. 3:30 passed by fast and guess what??? YOUR BASIC GUY HAS THE MOST NUMBER OF APPLICANTS TO THE POINT THAT DEAN CUT MY LIST. IT WAS EXHAUSTING BUT VERY FLATTERING. I FEEL SO HONORED. i really thought and very scared at the thought that no one will apply to me but wtf, just wtf. Ranking my applicants was damn hard. 1 i have a dream team but one was cut by dean; 2 this could make my friends mad; 3 this will be the group for the whole year; 4 i am really exhausted. But still, i submitted the list. I was hoping for the people i chose to choose me back. Only two out of three did, i am forever grateful.

Still on Friday, the classmate who invited me to the Shell thing and Dean had a zoom call and discussed about the competition. That classmate told dean what i told him the other day that i might be the reason for the decision of having the selection process done. He told me this through a voice memo, katamad daw magtype. A voice message that i played over and over again. Dean actually find me interesting (?), Invested (?) Idk exactly but the classmate told me na 'may nakikita daw talaga sya sayo. Na grabe ka ka-practical as a person like yung ideas mo daw sa plant design napakasimple lang pero napaka practical to the point daw na madami nag apply sayo kanina. And then, you need more confidence lang daw talaga' so ig, you basic guy is a practical guy now. It's just flattering.

Now, whatever happens, i must meet those expectations right? This could be a lousy motivation but what is if there's none? I dont know why im writing this. I just thought i should get my thoughts out. Ver 2.0? Turning point? Let's just do good 😌

PS I put this on my bio on FB, guess im getting more public, and if you happened to read this because you saw the link on my bio, send me a message about you thoughts.

PPS if your initials are JTZC, these have been my week and i miss you even though you're not interested in me anymore, you are hard to forget

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alexlabhont · 4 years

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I didn’t mean to fall in love with you

Chapter Two

Book: Queen B - Choices (Universe)

Pairing: Poppy Min-Sinclair x Trans!Male MC (Beck Hughes)

Genre: Canon re-write (Because I can)

Rating: Anyone can read it, really... I think.

I´ll be posting this one over here because Tumblr, for some reason, thinks my secondary blog is a bot...

This is me trying to write by and for the Trans community, specially FTM community, meaning, trans guys, but I actually took the liberty to use They/them pronouns for everyone out there who´s interested (Also, the name Beck was the most neutral one I could find, trying to use the cannon Bea Hughes)

Now, about the PAIRING... I will be using choices style, kinda. If you have any comment, PLEASE BE RESPECTFULL and patient with me. This is also my first english fanfic and english is not my mother language, so... i’m sorry fo the grammar errors

CHAPTERS

The beginning

Chapter one

ONE-SHOTS

Just a dance (Zoey x MC)

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One of their favorite things of all New York experience it's having lunch with Zoey. The girl was funny and interesting and she always had the right conversation to spend time with. Also, she had an incredible taste in music, they both even shared some classes together, working in pair so often that the rest of their classmates just knew they weren't available to them.

So when Beck found out Zoey co-produced the last summer hit, they weren't surprised, what was making some teeny tiny noise in their head was…

“Did you really co-produced Lightning and you didn't tell me?!”

… That.

Beck was impressed, of course. They where proud! That song was one of their personal favorites, so the fact of knowing they were collaborating all this time with such a spectacular talent was an honor.

“To be fair, you never asked” She chuckled.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, Zoey: Hey, my name's Beck, had you ever co-produced a summer hit? Because I haven’t”. Beck ironized. The news were all over The T, and it definitely had to do with a little lunch Zoey managed to have with the same Professor Roberta, making her finally be friends with Beck. “By the way, thank you very much. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Babe, you just bought us a $200 lunch. I think you deserved not to have some teachers bad blood”

“Maybe I did it to be on your good side” Beck winked towards her, making Zoey laugh.

“Such a charmer, aren’t you?” Zoey opened their room door, finally reaching their home. “Careful, Beck. You’re going to make me believe I'm your favorite girl.”

“How says you aren’t?”

“Hum… I don’t know” She tapped her chin with a perfect polished fingernail, pretending to be thinking about it. “Maybe some little bird called Ina Kingsley.

Ow! Low blow

“Ah, gotcha!” Zoey laughed.

“Ok, that’s completely unfair! You know it was one-time thing and we ended whatever that was as soon as we found out we were teacher-student” Which was practically the very next day, by the way… kinda.

“Still… I think you should make it up to me for it.” Oh, that little flirty game between them. Beck was curious about it most of the time. Was it just a joke? Something more? Back at Farmville they never had a friendship relationship like that one, but Zoey was never really clear about the matter neither.

Instead, she always came up with some Ina related topic and it was confusing as fuck. I mean, yeah, they kissed Zoey in front of everyone in that football kiss cam. Beck thought that time that it was very clear they wanted to be more than friends with her. But apparently, she didn't feel the same, so… they won’t be pushing her. Beck would never oblige someone to be into… well… them.

“What can I do? Please tell” They said, playing along with her.

“You're a smart one. I'm sure you’ll find a way to do so.” Damn it, Zoey…

“I already have a few ideas… Scandalous lingerie.” Beck joked some more, a mischievous smile on their lips. “I’m thinking satin sheets, handcuffs, maybe a blindfold…”

“I like this image. You, sprawled out on the mattress, completely at my mercy…” Zoey moved closer to them, trailing her finger up their arm, making them shiver.

“Come on, Zo. Back down already! At least show me something, do something.”

“I might just take you up on that someday.” She said before walking away, teasing them.

“Gwaah!”

Beck hated that. Really, that kind of frustration was no good at all.

“Crap, I'm gonna be late for music theory! This is not good. The prof is a total hardass.”

“Told ya! You should’ve choose professor Liam as I did. You brought this on yourself.”

“And now you’re just an asshole” She said smiling, hitting Beck right on their arm.

“Ouch! Rude…”

“I’ll catch up with you tonight, yeah?”

“It’ a date”

~~X~~

“Are you sure you’re ok, Poppy?” Veronica asked. She looked preoccupied, and she was… But Poppy wasn’t the one in her mind. The blogger was worried for Chloe.

She was number one now, dethroning Poppy so suddenly that it was suspicious, especially knowing the blonde dumb head girl. She adores Poppy since they were kids, Chloe would never betray her, never. But of course, Poppy wouldn’t see that; no, the strawberry blonde was furious, feeling backstabbed, feeling like revenge…

Of course, you couldn´t blame her. She lived all her life between smoke and mirrors.

“Of course I am!” She replied, knotting her white transparent beach dress, covering up a sexy pink bikini. Poppy took a deep breath and accommodated her cleavage so it shows part of her chest, just a little, seductively inviting, but demure enough no to seem made on purpose. She was an expert on it, and she was about to prove her theory right about now. “I´ll take care of that traitor later…” She checked the hour on her phone. She had invited Farmsville to come there around this time. Test number one: They needed to be punctual, no lover –real or fake- of hers is an irresponsible with her time. She had better things to do than waiting around for an asshole. “Now come, Hughes must be here by now”

“No, I think I’m going to stay right here. Light’s perfect” Poppy rolled her eyes at the way Veronica was trying to find the right angle to make her face look impossible good. She always manages to do so, though.

The strawberry blonde crossed the room, walking through the cabin towards the swimming pool room, she could see Beck there, on time, talking with Michael. Poppy smiled to herself.

“Test passed, Farmsville…”

“… It was built by the Alphas and Zetas as a place to study, party, hook up… Now the only people who come here are - -“

“The people I decide should be here.” She made her entrance.

Test number two: Is Beck into girls? Kissing Zoey didn´t count, Poppy herself had kissed a lot of friends without liking them, she had to prove it herself first hand. So she walked to them with confidence, head up high while moving her hips seductively, attentive to Beck´s every reaction, reading their face, their expressions, the little gulp in their throat, the way their eyes opened wild, checking her out, looking at her boobs…

“Disgusting pervert”

… to her eyes, were Beck fixed their own to stay, always to the face. Beck was trying to be polite, respectful, but the red on their cheeks was exactly the same they had back in the class. They liked what they saw, Poppy knew it. Just to verify, she took a look at the rest of Alphas, who looked away the moment they were discovered. Ugh, gross.

“… but… you have manners. I like it… Second test approved. Well done.”

“Welcome, Farmsville. Let’s discuss our little project, shall we?” An inviting smirk was drawn on Poppy’s lips, willing to test the limits of her new discovery, how much more could she play with Beck today?

“Oh, sure. See ya guys at gym” Beck said, bumping fists and shoulders with the Alphas as if they were good friends. One more of them. For an instant, Poppy found herself wishing they won’t turn Beck into a brainless gorilla. Beck was fine just like already was.

A blonde head caught her eye from behind Beck, saving her of questioning what was that though about because the anger crawled its way up her stomach, keeping her from minding of anything else. “Hold on. What is she doing here?”

The fucking nerve!

The audacity!

Every person in the room was watching Chloe, but nobody had the rage Poppy had. Of course she made them block the entry, how dare she?! After a little scene, that bitch finally went away. To think she considered Chloe her very own best friend! Deep inside, she was hurt, she felt used… The society was right: never to trust anyone, because their always pretending, always faking no matter what they said. Waiting the right moment to strike. That was a mistake she was never going to repeat. Never. She was about to leave, ready to start the project, but of course, Beck was about to ruin her mood one more time.

“That was… pretty rough…” What did they just say? The strawberry girl observed Beck. There was no rest of respect in them, conversely, Beck looked at Poppy as if she was Narnia´s White Witch, what happened to the little lamb look? “I get it if ya’ll are in a fight, but isn’t she supposed to be, like, your best friend?”

God, they were an idiot.

“You´re not here to be my moral compass, Farmsville. Shut the fuck up and walk with me. The rest of you, get out. Now”

Once alone, they both walked slowly around the pool, silence… She didn’t enjoy that. At all. But it was necessary and she couldn´t show any weakness sign to anyone there. Especially not Beck. But… She was now sure of one thing: Beck didn’t care about looks, but actions, or… feelings?

“Have you checked the student ranking today?” She asked, her voice softened. Beck shook their head. They looked at her phone, and after a while…

“Oh boy. Chloe is…”

“Don´t say it…” She was angry, venom caught in her throat, but instead, she let that out like a whisper. A hurt one. She wasn’t faking it, but controlling her emotions on her benefit. Wanting more test, Poppy slipped off her heels and went to sit at the edge of the pool. A moment after, she felt Beck doing the same.

“Bingo”

“It’s just as my parents told me… You don´t have any real friends, Poppy. Just allies. Hmp! Looks like they were right all this time.”

“Poppy, I…” They said, unsure.

“Such a shame.” She stopped him, going back to the anger. “I don’t know who she thinks she is, or who she had to sleep with to knock me out of my spot, but if she thinks this is over she is so wrong. It’s utter betrayal is what it is. That girl is dead to me.” Silence. Was that too soon? Did she got it wrong, again?

“Poppy, you´re too hot to worry about this”

Yes… now they can play.

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soulsdontbreaktheybeeend · 4 years

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Lightheaded. Part 1 of 3 | Joker x You

This is inspired by my business trip a week ago. I stood in front of the hotel at night, smoking, guess who I had to think of.

Summary: Basically, everyone wants to fuck be near him, he could have anyone, but he’s falling for you. He’d be the smug bastard around everyone else, but when it comes to you, he tries to stay sassy and all, but fails and becomes almost shy. Oh, Joker darling ily♥ Part 2, Part 3

It’s been a few weeks since the broken citizens of this hellhole of a city had gotten back their Clown Prince. The first days after his breakout of the Arkham State Hospital, there had been riots on the streets again. His followers gained confidence again on speaking up to the corrupt leaders of Gotham; only that they didn’t speak much, but roared more. Roared in states of holding up their “EAT THE RICH” signs again.

Some of his followers never got rid of their signs, but kept their signs hidden in their apartments. Every last one of them praying and believing in that one day, one day he’d be back and give them the hope they needed so badly. The riots grew quieter rather fast, only for the people to plan on refined and perfectly organized crimes against the filthy rich. Arthur Fleck, now Joker; a well-dressed, handsome man with a painted face and green hair, now popular and much sought-after with his new persona. Strolling down the street, he’d been surrounded by many women. Quite literally throwing their bodies at him, just because of the fact of him being a famous person now.

As if he had come out of nowhere. As if he hadn’t spent his whole life living, no surviving in this city he now almost ruled by himself and his henchmen. Joker had not always been Joker. But how would anyone know, if they never even once noticed him as the sweet Arthur Fleck he was on the streets? Joker might seem confident and like a leader now, but little did anyone know, how he felt under the surface. The sweet and caring man underneath the make-up never left, just for no-one to see now anymore. It wasn’t an unusual thing to see his red clothed form surrounded by women in short skirts and tantalizing tops. Joker clearly enjoyed the new feeling of attention in general, but since he never had any physical contact with a woman or a man, he hadn’t turned down the tempting offers.

Though after a while it wasn’t enough for him anymore. Physical, sexual contact, as satisfying as it has been, he missed something.

Perhaps it wasn’t Joker missing something, but Arthur. He had been Arthur Fleck his whole life, a tragedy, until it became a comedy with Joker. Arthur craved to be seen, to feel kindness, to feel love. He longed for this warm fuzzy feeling they always described and sang about in every song he listened on the radio. With time he realized his life needed to be both, a tragedy and a comedy, to maybe, maybe become happy for once in his life. The moon shined in its fullest tonight. With a woman in each of his arms, he strolled down the street, seconds away from Gotham City Hotel. Five of his goons, following his every step closely.

________ Lightheaded, was the state of your tired self at this lonely and late night in Gotham, as you lit up the cigarette you had managed to roll with your clumsy hands.

Alcohol wasn’t an article of consumption you used often. Therefore, a few glasses of wine would cause your whole body to heat up, giving you red cheeks as a result and that lightheaded feeling that made you not tipsy, but clumsy.

A certain indifference fulfilled your mood as you took a long drag of that proud rolled cigarette. Not caring that it almost looked rather angular than round, you wanted to enjoy this little moment all for yourself, after a long exhausting day you had spent with your colleagues.

Not to get it wrong, you loved your job and most of your colleagues had been one of the reasons you did so. Working and spending time with them was a blast nearly every day, but you had always been a person that had the luck to get along with oneself, on their own, pretty good. Though there were dark times, you could enjoy time with yourself just as good. As well as in this moment you shared with yourself right outside of the hotel in the middle of Gotham City.

Well until…

Until you noticed the recurring gazes that fell upon you, caused by three obviously drunk men. Their suits and big gold and silver wrist watches persuaded you of the wealthiness they radiated. You tried to shrug it off by not paying them any of your attention back. You kept your head low, examining the cobblestone around your boots.

As you slightly turned away from them, you unwillingly heard one of them mumble, “Aw man, I’d love to pull on that long hair.”

You nearly choked on the smoke you inhaled deep into your lungs. Wow. Just wow.

“You wish.” You caught yourself to stop rolling your eyes, tensely, as you finished speaking your thoughts out too loud.

Ooops

As if that wouldn’t be enough, a giggle escaped your lips, while you fully turned away from the men’s gazes. As if that would shield you from them and the fact that you had probably just provoked them and hurt their oh so big honor pretty hard. Too hard.

“What was that?” He hissed.

You heard right, asshole.

You thought, as you tried to ignore them.

“He asked you a question!” The other man said. You discarded your cigarette in the ashtray and moved forward to get back into the hotel, before things start to heat up in an ugly way.

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Joker and his followers made their way by the hotel, heading to the small clubhouse right next to the hotel. The two women in his arms, flirtatiously needed to get his attention, like a puppy wanted to be paid attention to. A hand always touching at least of his body parts, grinding their bodies to his, encircling him.

Joker enjoyed it. At least he tried to do so. He knew they wouldn’t be really interested in Arthur. Only Joker, the Clown Prince of Crime. The man that had started a whole city to go werewolf and wild with riots, after shooting a TV show host in the head on his live show. One of the two women he carried with him, put her arm around his waist, swirling him against her body. She drew him close, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck, obviously whispering dirty words into his ear. The way her head was placed on his shoulder, gave him free sight of a tense situation and a beautiful stranger in front of the Gotham City Hotel.

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At the second step you took, you felt a big hand grab you by the shoulder roughly, causing you to turn around fully. The lightheaded feeling faded quickly as adrenaline kicked in. “Back the fuck off!” You groaned at him, rising your arm up in a movement that removed his hand from your shoulder.

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“Go on in, ladies, I’ll be right behind you.” Joker reassured the women. Signalizing his henchmen to stay with him, he headed towards the entrance of the Gotham City Hotel.

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The drunk man grabbed you at your upper arm once more. His grip tighter now and holding you in place. Your gaze fell down to his legs, specifically to focus on his shin bones, as you gained momentum to kick him right there with the tip of your boots.

“You BITCH!“, the asshole roared in pain. Feeling the need to defend their friend, the two other man rushed over to you, both of them together pushing you against the façade of the hotel. One of them pushed his forearm against your cheek, causing your head to bump against the wall, your other cheek pressed against it. You tried to kick around for their legs, but the grip on your cheek tightened, leaving you without a chance to escape.

“And what do you think you’re doing here, gentlemen?” You heard the raised voice of another stranger say. “None of your business!” One of the men hissed right back, without looking at him. Your head was still pressed against the wall, you squinted as much as you could to get a glimpse of the new stranger. Your limited view couldn’t quite reach all of him, but your blurry vision saw a lot of red.

Joker rolled his eyes and nodded his head in the direction of the two men as a sign for his henchmen to go get them. When you felt their grip on you loosen, you supported one hand down to your knee; the other one grabbing and rubbing at your jaw carefully. Your ears faded out the ongoing fray between the men. The adrenaline slowly faded and the lightheaded feeling from earlier came back a bit. As you stared at the cobblestones beneath you, you saw two brown shoes with legs covered in red suit pants approach you.

With a slow movement you stood up straight to face your savior in need. Your eyes roamed over his red pants up to the hem of a yellow vest and a forest-green dress shirt. Your breath and body tensed.

Joker.

#he's coming for ya!!!!#can you tell my soft spot for soft Joker #i bet ya #joker #joker 2019 #arthur fleck #joker x you #arthur fleck x you #joker x reader #arthur fleck x reader #joker x y/n #arthur fleck x y/n #joker fanfiction #souls writes

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marvinswriting · 4 years

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a beautiful roar (that’s in my head)- one

THIS IS A NEW AU?!?!?!? AND A NEW MULIT CHAPTERED FIC?

welcome to the first fic in the mean heathers au. thats right. a crossover au. bear and i have so many hcs and ideas about this au, and this was so much fun to write. keep in mind, this is only chapter one....much more to come

Tw: d slu, the ususal

mean heathers au ft bmc

Veronica stared at the hotel room laid out before her.

"Well, it's nice." Heather McNamara said, stepping into the room and lowering her suitcase.

"Yeah."

It was a nice hotel room. A bathroom, mini corner kitchen, two beds, a closet, and a dresser. Just-

very small.

"Remind me why we're here again?" Veronica places her suitcase on the edge of the bed Mac didn't pick.

"Veronica," Heather says resembling a disappointed mother. "We are here for Ram and Kurt. This is a big sport tournament for them and we're lucky enough to be able to come here through the school."

"And?"

"And it's an excuse not to be in school." Heather finishes.

"Mhmm." Veronica teases.

Westerburg was attending some big event for schools across the nation. It featured sports for both tinies and giant and was only for the best of the best teams.

To have the tiny football team here was an honor.

"Maybe they'll fund the teams properly now," Heather said. "The tiny cheer squad and the football team have always been the better ones. They just won't fund us because we're smaller. Literally."

Veronica cackles, flopping on her bed. "This is why I don't bother with sports."

Heather grins. "No, it's just because you're lazy."

"Yo! Heather! Ronnie!" The hotel door swings open, Kurt popping his head in. "Heather wants us in the lobby, stat."

Veronica rolls her eyes standing up as Kurt disappears. "We should remember to lock that door."

"Yeah." Mac grins, getting up. "Better not keep them waiting."

The lobby was a lot nicer than the tiny room, as most things are. It was furnished with expensive-looking couches and fancy coffee tables. Sitting at one of those nice sofas already was Duke, Chandler, and JD.

Veronica, Heather, Ram, and Kurt stood at the platform where the tiny hotel ended, flagging down their friends.

Chander noticed them first, whispering something to Duke before the green Heather got up and walked over.

"Hi, Heather." Mac said.

"Hello, Heather."

Even to this day, the whole Heather, Heather, and Heather never got any less confusing for Veronica.

Duke let Veronica and Heather on her shoulder before scooping up Ram and Kurt.

She walked back over to the coffee table, dropping the two jocks roughly.

Veronica and Mac stayed on the shoulder, where it was safer.

"So, what I was about to say," Duke continued what she was talking about before grabbing the tinies. "Another school here, Northshore, they're here for soccer and football, their HBIC is a tiny. Regina George."

"Really?" Chandler's eyebrows raised.

"Mhmm." Duke nods. "Their social hierarchy is all out of wack too. Regina kicked a friend off the squad and ruined her social life only to befriend her again later, with her social life still ruined. And the tiny got replaced by a giant only for Regina to rule again."

"Must be one strong tiny." Mac said.

"Or a little bitch." JD offered, not even bothering to look up from his phone.

"It could be both." Veronica said.

"Wait I'm not done."

"Do tell more. I feel like I'm hearing the summary of a bad Netflix show."

"There's rumors of this dude, Damian. He's punched Shane Omen."

"Shane Omen?!" Chandler leaned forward. "You're kidding."

Northshore and Westerburg might not be close schools, but popular kids know popular kids, no matter what. Veronica who was still fairly new to the popular kid life- had no idea who Shane Omen was.

Gotta be a pretty big asshole to get a reaction like that out of Chandler though.

"Jesus, okay. Let's not piss off this Damian."

Duke nodded. "Apparently broke his nose."

"Really?"

"Damian's got a tiny friend, Jane, Janis, something with a J. Shane was fucking with her- as one does- and Damian just decked him."

"So, all I'm hearing is that J girl is off-limits," JD says.

"You're not threatening tinies." Veronica scolds.

"It is fun to do though," Duke says.

Veronica held the shoulder underneath her tighter.

Her giant friends would never actually hurt her, but that didn't mean they didn't like to fuck around.

"Ha! Shane's a loser." Kurt said from the table.

"You've never met him," Duke says. "Quiet."

"Who is Shane?" Veronica asks tentatively.

"A boy Heather and I would party with a couple of summers back," Chandler explained. "He came to Westerburg every summer up until highschool. Biggest asshole I've ever met but man. He's a pretty good kisser."

Okay.

Sure.

"I wonder if Shane's here this year since Northshore is here." Duke questions out loud.

"Maybe. Northshore is here for tiny soccer and giant football." Mac answers.

"Two? Holy shit." Ram exclaims from the table. "You think we could take on their giant football team?"

"They'd use you as the ball." Duke deadpans.

"This place is big and loud and I'm just not having a good time." Janis sinks further into Damian's jacket pocket.

"We're doing it for Aaron, love." He reminds her, opening the door to the hotel room Damian has.

Janis was supposed to share with Regina, but since Damian got his own room, well- Janis was definitely staying with him.

"Couldn't we have just gotten him a 'wow you're a good soccer player' card and moved on?"

Damian chuckled. "No, sweets. We're good friends. Unless you just want a card next art show you win."

Janis huffed but provided no further argument.

Aaron was playing a game right now, actually, but the rest of the gang had to check-in. If they rushed, they could probably make it to the end of the game.

Not that it mattered. Tiny games were recorded and live-streamed into a theater where giants could watch or playback later on the tournament's website. It wasn't the same as being in the bleachers watching the game live.

Still, Damian dropped their luggage and went to meet everyone else back in the lobby.

Cady was already in the streaming room, supporting her tiny as usual. Gretchen picked up Regina and met Damian and Karen before walking to the rooms themselves.

The room was pretty empty because once again- replay online.

Cady saved three seats in the front row for the other giants and grinned hen everyone sat down.

"It's a tie with one minute left."

"I don't understand soccer," Janis said, trying to make sense of the commotion on screen.

The ball was passed to Aaron and she watched as he dribbled it down the field, shooting it into the goal.

The goalie reached out but the ball just bounced past the tips of his fingers, landing in the net as the whistle blew.

Cady jumped up with a cheer. "Yeah!"

"Did Aaron score a winning goal? I don't understand soccer." Gretchen asks with a nervous laugh.

"Yes!"

"Is that good?" Janis says.

"Yes, it's good! Northshore won the first match!"

"Hell yeah!" Regina cheered.

The live stream ended as Cady called Aaron.

"Where do we meet you?"

There was silence as Aaron responded to Cady, something the rest of the gang couldn't make out.

"Okay, we'll see you there."

Cady hangs up the phone turning to her friends. "The team is taking the bus back to the tiny part of the hotel, Aaron will meet us in the lobby."

"Okay but how long with that take," Janis says. "Tiny bus means a long ride."

"Bout an hour."

"So let's explore for an hour!" Karen says. "This place is huge."

"I don't think I can put into words how badly I hope you fall." Duke remarked, watching Kurt trying to do pull-ups hanging off the edge of the table.

Veronica laughed from her spot on JD's shoulder. "Ram, push him."

"Okay."

No hesitation, the jock pried his friend's fingers off the edge of the counter.

Chandler rolled her eyes. "None of you know how to act."

"Please be careful." Heather McNamara said worryingly, peering over the edge of the table where Kurt fell.

"You don't have to be." Duke sneered.

"Heather." Chandler turned to the girl sitting next to her. "I want to go look around. Come with me. JD, please try not to kill the tinies."

"Okay, Heather." Duke stood up, lifting Kurt back to the table in the process.

"Heather, you're in charge." Chandler pointed to the small girl on the table.

"Okay!"

"So, tell me moth about the other schools."

Veronica watched as both giants walked away, their conversation fading.

"You've reached Regina's voicemail. Either I'm busy talking shit about you or I don't want to talk to you. You know what to do, beep!"

Janis sighed, lowering the phone from her ear and looking around the room.

She lost Regina about ten minutes ago and there was still no sign of the blonde.

The was on one of the rooms off the lobby that was tiny accessible. More specifically, she was standing on the tiny platform.

There were lots of people in the room, both big and small, but no Regina Geroge.

Janis's eyes trail over the giant crowd, trying to find some of her bigger friends.

"You lost, shortie?" A voice calls out.

Janis looked to see who girls, both wearing ridiculous costumes, staring at her.

The girl who spoke was wearing green and had sleek black hair tied into a low ponytail by a scrunchie.

"No, I'm not." Janis states flatly.

Shes had enough of asshole giants from Northshore. She doesn't need it from other schools.

The girl in red looks her up and down silently. She gave off an entitled vibe and Janis didn't like it. Very pre-bus Regina.

"Can I help you?"

The red chick suddenly reached out and Janis stepped back.

"Use your words, not your hands, bitch."

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused."

"My name is Heather Chandler. You don't get to talk to me like that."

Who does this bitch think she was? Heather Chandler. Okay? Doesn't change anything.

Janis was having a pretty shitty day She didn't need this.

"And I'm Janis Sarkisian. Great, we're on a first-name basis. Leave me the fuck alone."

The green chick seemed to have a moment of recognition but didn't vocalize it. Before Janis could say anything about it, a hand landed on her shoulder.

"Sorry for leaving you, I saw somebody I knew." Regina explained. "C'mon, Damian's looking for you. Don't want him to lose it."

Jains groaned. "He needs to stop worrying about me."

"Damian?" Heather asked. "Are you two- from Northshore?"

If Janis didn't know any better she'd say she looked scared.

"What's it to you?"

"No, it's nothing. Never mind. Sorry about earlier."

Heather turned away, dragging her friend with her.

"What was that?" Regina asked.

"No fucking clue," Janis said, turning to the tiny exit. "Let's go."

They walked through the tiny halls, making their way to the lobby. "Those girls were confusing," Janis said. "One minute it's all, I'm Heather Chandler, don't talk to me like that, and the next its all, I'm so sorry. What a bitch."

"Okay, somebody isn't having a good day."

"No, I'm not. Thanks for noticing."

The anxiety of being in a whole new crowded place, mixed with exhaustion, and just lots of things going wrong today was the perfect formula for a pending breakdown.

"I need a nap."

"Ohhh me too," Regina said as they entered the lobby. "Let me call Gretchen, let her know we're here. Oh, twelve missed calls from Janis."

"Yeah. Stupid."

The whole gang sat at one of the dining tables where the hotel was hosting a Sunday bar in celebration of kicking off the tournaments. Gretchen dropped Janis and Regina off at the tiny table to get food telling them to flag her down when they were done.

To be honest, Janis wasn't that hungry. Just tired. So fucking tired.

"Yo! Space Dyke!"

God damnit.

"Not today, Shane. Seriously."

Regina and Janis turn around to see Shane Omen, backed up by a boy they've never seen before.

Janis huffs stepping back as Shane reaches his hand. "Dude. Not fucking kidding."

Not that she's kidding normally. But, with a new environment and piles of stress, she might just start sobbing.

Like that would hinder Shane anyway.

"Please, I just want to introduce you to my friend."

"We've heard a lot about the little space alien." The friend sneers.

Space alien over dyke anyway.

Whatever.

Janis was pretty desensitized to the name.

"Well, now you've met me. Leave me alone."

"Damn, she's got a bite, huh?"

Bite.

Not a bad idea.

Regina wrapped her arm around Janis. "Shane. Please take you and your goons and leave."

Shane grins. "This ain't Northshore, Reggie. You think I'll listen to you?"

"It be in your best interest too." A voice calls behind Shane.

The duo turns around to give view to Gretchen and Damian- neither looking too pleased.

Shane's friend shugs. "And what would you do about it?"

Gretchen raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

Without a warning, a hand grabs Janis off the platform. "What. Would. You. Do. About. It?"

Why doesn't Regina get picked up and messed with?

"Hey!" Janis pushed at the fingers wrapped around her. This was pretty par for a school day, but-

This was supposed to be a fun week to support Aaron.

What the hell.

"Put her down!" Damian steps forward.

"And who are you to do anything about it?"

Gretchen pauses for a moment before ginning, stepping next to Damian. "That's Damian Hubbard."

Shane's friend holding me laughs. "Damian? You're kidding. Shane- this is the dude who broke your nose?"

Shane huffs but can't defend himself over his friend's laughter.

"Jesus, and here I thought I should be worried."

The fist around Janis tightens, further then Shane's ever fucking done.

She almost preferred Shane.

Almost.

"Stop-" She couldn't breathe.

Her ribs hurt.

What the fuck.

"What you gonna do about it, Damian." The dude holding Janis mocks. "Punch me? I'd like to see you try."

"Oh fuck! Get em, Damian!" Regina cheers.

If Janis could breathe, maybe she'd laugh.

There's a whacking sound as the fist around her releases and Janis can only assume Damian did fact, punch him.

She had bigger worries though as she went from an extreme lack of air to being surrounded by nothing but-

This truly felt like your average school week.

It felt just like Northshore.

The hands, the grabbing, the freefall and the-

Janis landed on a warm surface just like normal

-the catch.

Damian's fingers wrapped around Janis the second she was securely in his hand.

Janis looked up as she was brought to Damian's chest to see Shane's friend bent over, holding his nose.

Regina was cheering, still on the ice cream bar counter.

"What the fuck was that for?" Shane asked stepping forwards aggressively.

Damian shrugged. "Did he not literally say he wanted to see me try?"

"Yes, he did!" Regina grinned.

Y'know when a cornered dog lashes out? Yeah, Shane resembled that.

He stepped towards the tiny platform. "You're a fucking bitch Regina George. I hope you know that. I could fucking kill you if I-"

"Hey, Shane?" Gretchen tapped him on the shoulder, making him turn around.

"Wha-"

There was a loud smack that echoed through the room- over the other conversations around up.

Shane's hand shot to his cheek. "Did you just slap me?"

"I'll do it again." Gretchen stood to her full height, chest to chest with Shane. "Fuck. Off."

Janis felt Damian's fingers tighten around her. Not painfully just- defensively.

Fortunately, Shane and his friend walked away, both clutching their faces.

"I guess that solidifies the rumors," Gretchen mumbled, glancing over the crowd, most of whom were staring at the four of them.

"What rumors?" Regina asked, allowing herself to be scooped up by Gretchen.

"Nothing lets just- eat ice cream."

Heather and Veronica sat in one of the tiny spaces in the hotel.

They were just little areas with sofas and vending machines but- they were tiny-sized and it was nice.

"Have you seen Kurt or Ram?" Heather asked.

"No, maybe it's for the best. They're probably doing something stupid." Veronica said, glancing up from her phone.

"Yeah."

Three kids their age walked into the room, making way to the vending machine. Veronica didn't may them much mind, a lot of students stay at the hotel for the event, there have been lots of kids walking in and out. They typically didn't interact.

"Um, excuse me?"

Typically.

Veronica looked up to see a girl with two-toned length hair. She wore a baggy denim jacket covered in paint and fancy patterned fishnets.

"Do you happen to know a Heather Chandler?"

"Uh, yes? Why?" Heather responded.

The girl shrugged. "You all have a similar get-up. Wasn't sure if it was a coincidence." She stepped closer as her friends finished up at the vending machine. "I'm Janis."

"Veronica."

"Heather."

Janis' eyebrows raised. "Two Heather's in the same friend group? Doesn't that get confusing?"

"Actually there's three. And yes, it's confusing as fuck." Veronica nods.

Janis grinned. "Sounds rough."

The boy she was with stood next to her holding candy from the machine. "I'm Aaron, the girl kicking the vending machine for her chips is Regina."

There's a clunk and Regina bends down. "Got it!"

Janis shook her head. "Well Heather and Veronica, maybe we'll see you around."

The trio waved bye and they turned down the hall, their voices fading.

Heather waved after them before turning back to Veronica. "Well, they seem nice!"

oh ho ho when i say me and bear have talked about this for weeks- i mean weeks. this will be fun

@realmisspolarbear @musicallygt @smallsoysauce @sourishlemons

#mean heathers au #g/t mean girls #g/t heathers #tiny janis #tiny regina #tiny aaron #tiny mcnamara #tiny veronica #tiny kurt #tiny ram #giant damian #giant cady #giant karen #giant gretchen #giant chandler #giant duke #giant jd

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acciowxnder · 4 years

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i'll be good pt. two

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

warnings: none

summary: draco asks y/n to the yule ball.

A/N; this chapter is a flashback chapter, and next chapter it will go back to current time. i really want this to tell the reader and draco's entire story, leading up to where they are now (in the first chapter), i hope you all like this story and sorry it took me so long to update it. :)

requests are open.

chapter one.

It all started with a dance.

"He's staring at you again," Your best friend, Hermione Granger, pointed out sometime during your fourth year. You slowly looked up to find that she was right, Draco Malfoy was staring at you. A smirk slowly crossed his lips once he noticed he had caught your attention. You watched each other for a minute or two, eyes crossing each other like daring one of the other to do something, anything. You were the first to finally look away, looking at Hermione instead. She was already deep into the book she was reading again to even notice. "He's been doing that an awful lot lately, don't you think?" You didn't know what to think of it. You and Draco weren't exactly friends but it had been clear since the second year that he didn't exactly hate you as much as he hated most people at the school, those words had actually came out of his mouth. And even though he happened to be a gigantic pain in your ass most days, you didn't exactly hate him either. But the staring was new and it had been going on for about a week and a half. Hermione looked up from her book and shook her head. "I think someone wants to ask you to the ball." For some reason, her words felt like electricity had just shot through you. You looked back over at Draco and it felt like you had been tased. "No, I highly doubt that. If he did ask me I think I would be more scared than anything." You had actually been waiting for him to ask you, already turning down two others who had asked but hadn't been him. You were scared to admit that, though. It was Draco Malfoy, and he happened to hate most of your friends as much as they hated him and you felt a guilty pang in your chest everytime you didn't think of him as an enemy, too. "Why on earth would you be scared?" She asked you like it was the most ridiculous thing she had heard all week. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying to figure out the best way to answer that question without making it obvious that you might have liked him. "Because....what if he only does it on a dare or something?" She paused, clearly contemplating what you had said before laughing a little. "It does seem like a Malfoy thing to do, but if he does Harry, Ron, and I will make sure he regrets it." She was your best friend and you couldn't help but smile at that fact a lot. You found your eyes drifting to where Draco had sat not minutes before, but he was gone.

You were the only girl that could make him feel weak, like he was made out of slush. You were also the only girl that he wanted to ask to the ball. There was something different about you from the others that didn't make him want to cringe in disgust and he knew that had to mean something. You also happened to be one of the most unreadable girls in the school and he couldn't tell if you wanted to go with him too, which tended to be very aggravating.

You were leaving class when you noticed him leaning against the wall right outside, almost like he had been waiting for you. Had he been waiting for you? You tried to be subtle in the way you glanced up at him, but he noticed immediately. "Y/L/N, where are you off to so quickly?" He asked, following you down the hall, which was very impressive considering it was a challenge just for you not to get lost in the crowd of classmates. You couldn't stop or you would get run over, so instead you grabbed him by the sleeve, not really thinking about it. "Why do you care so much, Draco?" He didn't pull away from your grip, which was quite curious. Instead, he grabbed your sleeve too in a tone of mockery. He pulled you away from the crowd so quickly and swiftly you didn't have time to protest. The hall was nearly empty then, everyone disappearing into their respective houses. "Can you meet me tonight at the top of the astronomy tower?" His voice was low, but stern. His lower lip trembled ever-so-slightly, you almost missed it. He was either nervous or about to kill you. You couldn't help but laugh as how tense he was, "I guess so, yeah." How were you going to say no to an invitation to go to the astronomy tower, anyway?

It was a quarter past eleven o'clock exactly and you had arrived up at the astronomy tower before he had. It was quite dark but quiet enough to where it was peaceful. It gave you a minute to release all the anger you had towards Pansy who had came up to you in the hall after Draco left, clearly waiting until he was completely gone before she could start trouble with you. The truth was, she made it no secret that she wasn't fond of you in any way and you could tell by the way her annoyance seemed to peak when he was around you, that he was the reason why. She was amongst many of the other girls who you had overheard complaining about wanting Malfoy to take them to the dance and even then it had been a challenge not to grit your teeth but with Pansy it was different, because she had the nerve to say it to your face.

"What did Draco have to say?" Asked Pansy almost immediately as she reached you, grabbing your sleeve loosely where his hand had been not moments before. You didn't think twice before pulling out of her grip. "If he wanted you to know what he said, don't you think he would have said it to you?" You loved a lot of things but being a bitch right back to her was at the top of the list. She shot you a threatening glare but you only smiled. "Have a good day." You spoke in a mocking, sing-songy voice as you walked towards your house.

It was easy to act unbothered when you weren't alone. You snapped out of your daze as you heard footsteps approaching, and you were met with Draco standing a few feet in front of you. Moonlight pooled around him like a bright spotlight, lighting his silver hair in a way like the moon itself. You couldn't help the way a smile reached your lips at the sight of him. "Hi." You whispered as quietly as possible but where he could still hopefully hear you. "Hey." He greeted, finally moving to stand next to you, looking anywhere but at you. The air was full of something it usually wasn't - nervousness. After a few nearly uncomfortable moments of complete silence, you cleared your throat. "So, why did you ask me to meet you here?" You watched as he fidgeted with his hands, a nervous thing you noticed he did around you a lot. "Have you been asked to the ball by anyone yet?" You immediately looked away from him, like somehow he was way too bright. "Yes, I have." His entire attitude changed and he went back to standing straight and tall. "Who?" You grinned, "Well, actually, I've been asked twice so far. I turned both of them down, though. To be completely honest, I was waiting for someone else to ask me." "Oh. Who?" You let out a laugh, looking back at him completely again. "Well, you." You enjoyed these moments you got - especially around him - where you felt like you could spit fire, climb a mountain, the sky was the limit and you could do anything and everything you wanted. To put it quite simply, you felt most confident at times like these. He seemed frozen for a millisecond or two and you let him stand in silence, you weren't nervous about what he would say next. You were too distracted by the moon and the way you were almost certain that you were the only two people alive. "Well, in that case, Y/N." He finally spoke again, his usual smile and stride right back in place where they should have been. "Would you like to accompany me to the ball? I don't have a date yet and you're okay . . . I guess." He joked and you couldn't help but laugh out loud, rolling your eyes. You were already walking back down the stairs, knowing that Hermione would be waking up any minute now wondering where you were and where you had been. "Hm. I'll have to think about that one, Draco Malfoy." He stood and watched you begin your descent down the stairs in awe and confusion and you left him like that . . . for a few seconds at least, before coming back up the stairs to see him running his hands through his silvery hair and offered him a smirk. "I've had time to think about it, and I would love to go to the ball with you, Malfoy." He huffed out a laugh that sounded relieved and shook his head. "And what an honor it will be." He mocked, giving you a short bow. The two of you laughed happily for what seemed like a blissful forever before you finally began to make your way back to your room, where you hoped Hermione would be awake now. You had something exciting to share with her, after all. ~~ "You're going to the ball with who?" Ron gasped aloud in the quiet common room, everyone else but your three best friends studying away in between classes. "Oh, don't act so surprised, Ron. They've had eyes for each other for weeks." Hermione smirked, leaning into you. You rolled your eyes dramatically, and in the process you caught a glimpse of Harry, who seemed a little more shocked than anyone else on the matter. "Everything alright, Harry?" You asked nervously, fearing you already knew the answer to that question. You already knew how Draco and Harry felt about each other but you had hoped they could both push it down for one night at least. It was just an innocent ball, after all. "Yeah. Yeah," He repeated, seeming to snap out of his thoughts the second time around, "Just a little tired is all." You nodded slowly, trying to read him like a book. His facial expressions had become blank though and so you settled for looking down at the book you were supposed to be reading instead. "This doesn't mean anything about me and Draco. We're just keeping each other company at a dance, nothing else." You spoke out loud, almost hoping it was the truth now. It seemed almost foolish to have feelings for the one boy your best friends despised and so if it came down to it, you would choose them in a heartbeat. You would always choose them, even if it meant having to never speak to the Malfoy boy again after the dance. Before any of them had the chance to respond, you got the sudden urge to go up to your room and study alone. And that's exactly what you did, grasping your book tightly and walking up the stairs. They watched you go.

#draco Malfoy x reader #harry potter x reader #hp x reader #Malfoy x reader #hp reader insert #madi writes #requests are open

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mistress-morgan4 · 3 years

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30[F4M] #NC High Holy Hedonist Mother Goddess Seeks Loyal Weekly Servant For Long Term Worship Arrangement

I’ve heard your prayers my dearest. Your heart cried out to me when you caught a glimpse of the full moon. You wished for a world you’ve only dreamed about; you wished to be taken in hand, firm and warm and lovingly, examined and judged and found - whether you are found wanting, pathetic mortal that you are, or found wanted and cherished by the Great Mother Goddess - you ache to be found.

I’m here, darling. I’ve found you and I’m holding my hand open to offer you a safe haven. You don’t always feel like you fit into the world-at-large; it’s all so disposable and cheap and fast. You crave something in which to lose yourself every day, yearn to find a world far more rich and sensual than any glowing blue screen. You want to be loved but after so many failed relationships you’re not really sure what that would look like. When you let yourself wonder what it would be like - to be loved the way you deeply need but have never let yourself express - those fantasies go to dark humid places, crevices and corners you’re quite sure no one wants to look.

But hark! Beloved, I want to look deep into the hardest places and shine the light of my total acceptance upon you. I want to fill the back of your mind with the sounds and tastes and memories of your time spent in worship. I want you to always be aware and hungry for your next chance to humble yourself before me.

There are many important rules to abide by in order to serve me (but let’s be honest, you’re into that kind of thing.)

All messages of praise and adoration are welcome but like most divine beings I reserve the right to ignore your adulation.

You must read to the end of this post and respond appropriately to be considered.

You will be my servant and plaything to use, command and cherish. You will weep with joy at the honor of kneeling and worshipping my Holy Pussy, my Blessed Bush, the Great Mother writhing in orgasm as she gives birth to the world. I will guide you to reaching new heights of pleasure and I will lovingly, carefully, and thoroughly dismantle your heart, prying you open to see what makes you tick. While we are together, I will own you inside and out. Your submission will be emotional, mental, and physical; your orgasm, when I force you to look me in the eyes and command you to come, will be earth-shattering.

though I will not be constantly available to you. When you have me, you will have all of me, and I will overwhelm you with the force of my presence brought to bear on your pathetic mortal soul.

You must be comfortable engaging in extensive written and verbal negotiations and descriptions of how and why I will use and dominate you prior to meeting. We will cover your kinks, desires, shames, needs, fantasies and limits in great detail as well as my expectations and demands. This is to ensure we are a cohesive fit. I will not waste my time or yours unless we are able to thoroughly please each other, which requires excellent communication. I will not ghost you if I decide we are not compatible - I will clearly and directly explain my decision.

You will never forget that I am the Sacred, you are the Profane. Part of your submission to me requires your enthusiastic performance of chores including and not limited to house cleaning, photo assignments, errands, and other tasks. The experience I am offering is a time investment and my time and attention are extremely valuable.

Every moment you are mine will be intense and meaningful whether you are naked but for a lacy apron and rubber gloves scrubbing my toilet or meticulously sucking my toes while I sip a crisp pinot gris and tell you everything I love and hate about you or wearing a chastity cage while you take my packages to the post office. Every moment you are mine will be a moment basking in the almost-painful radiance of my scrutiny and judgement; those memories will carry you, glowing from the inside out, through the rest of your pathetic mundane life. Your time with me will be the only time you feel fully alive and you will crave it endlessly.

The love of a Goddess is a fearsome and and towering presence and I expect you to cower before me in awe. I have no strong preferences for your appearance; chemistry is chemistry and all are beautiful and stained by mortality in my eyes. In addition to your mundane services I will require your participation in the following holy activities.

Worshipping, massaging and grooming the Heavenly Cunt, the Blessed Feet, and the Holy Flesh.

Pegging. I expect to examine and test the sanctity of your hole and watch you writhe and scream and moan and thank me as you come on my merciful and generous cock. If you are new to pegging we will work up to this.

Orgasm denial. When and If you come it will be at my whim. While I have focused on the warmth of my blessings, as that is my ultimate nature, I can be capricious and cruel to serve the Higher Purpose. (Myself.)

Cock denial. However cherished you are for the whole of your being you are undeniably profane and The neither the Sacred Pussy nor the Sacred Ass will not be violated by your mortal worm.

That said, with time and effort you may be rewarded certain privileges such as cumming on my feet or breasts. You are my acolyte in pleasure, but you will learn that pleasure does not come just with cum.

Total obedience. Your role and my expectations will be discussed in detail in advance and within your time of worship I will expect your total obedience to my wishes. You will have a safeword and will practice using it.

Offerings and gifts. The gifts and offerings you make to me must come wholly from your heart to honor my Divinity and beg for my mercy when I push you to the edge. Regular cum tributes, especially when we are in the negotiations phase, will be expected. As a long term worshipper you will shower me with priceless tokens of affection and gratitude offerings in the form of handwritten notes, prayers, locks of hair, art through which I will guide and inspire you, et cetera.

Many, many more kinks I’m thrilled to describe in even more painstaking detail. However: I am not interested in pure masochism. I am a Hedonist and view all physical and mental suffering as paths to the greatest and most Transcendent pleasure. You should be interested in pain as one of many flavors of control I will wield over you but not the primary method; While I will shower you in the light and love of my Brilliant Presence you should also expect that I will humiliate you for the sake of my entertainment. I want to watch your little cock squirm in embarrassment and glee as I finger your pathetic wet slut hole. I will laugh at your dribbling mortal orgasms, when I allow your dribbling mortal orgasms, and pity that you’ll never come as hard as I do. (But I’ll still try to help you come as hard as I do, it’s quite fantastic.)

- This will be a cerebral, spiritual, magical experience for both of us with the goal of genuinely improving our lives. We will not be entangled outside of this arrangement; we will share the freedom to pursue other entangements provided we adhere to strict safety and testing rules. Again, your worthless little cock will not be permitted the Divine Cunt. In all play we will be safe, sane, and consensual foremost.

Are you still reading? I’m so proud of you darling, you’re an excellent candidate already. This is the kind of steadfast devotion and loyalty I demand from you. My every word is a Divine gift and blessing, a honeyed treat placed on your tongue, and you are helpless to stop devouring me. You are so hungry. You are so thirsty. You are willing to try so, so hard, and give so, so much, and at last I have arrived to save you from your aimless, empty life.

Is your cock hard and straining yet? I hope so darling. I do want to find you - I think we can offer each other so much.

Please continue.

You must format your application as follows. Incorrectly formatted submissions will not be considered.

Message Title: As you wish

Your name

Your preferred title(s) - choose all that apply: Slave, servant, worm, pig, little boy, bitch, slut, cunt, hole, darling, sweetness, honeybear, baby, etc

Or other: What shall I call you?

Describe first time you will serve me. For the sake of your fantasy, I am a red-headed green-eyed BBW. You will receive pictures - lots of them - when I deem you worthy.

What are your hard limits?

Have you ever experienced anxiety or fear during a BDSM scene or during other sexual activities?

What kind of aftercare do you need? (Snuggling, a shower, snacks?)

What is your safeword or do you prefer red/yellow/green?

Why should I choose you, little worm? What can you offer me?

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Roses & Thorns | K.N.J | part.2

❣ Chapter 2: “here we start”

→ Pairing: Kim Namjoon | ft. Kim Taehyung

→ Gendre: College au. / BTS as a frat house

→ Summary: a past history with Taehyun leave so broken you separated of any social interaction, Namjoon shows up he won’t leave, to heal your broken heart and put that beautiful smile back in your face

→ Warnings / ch.: slight anxiety, slight smut, y/n call Namjoon a bad writer (sorry, please wait for the story to development 😅)

→ Word count: 2.8 k

❣ Now

The reception office was covered by the smell of coffee and paper, with the sound of keyboards pressed and small talk of strangers, you were waiting to register to this workshop your professor talk to you about, although you thought of the world for him, you hated the fact you had to take another class, but you couldn’t say no to him, he talked to you about this because he believes in you, and you don’t want to fail him.

Still waiting, where the hell was the person in charge here, it was past lunch hours, and your patience was getting shorter, you start to hit the wooden surface with your fingers, unil a young man with dark hair in blue shirt and glasses came to you

“alright you can stop that already, I’m here” he sit down and moving some papers to leave a space “what can I do for you?”

“I want to sign on to a new class workshop”

“do you have the name or number of it?”

You look to the paper where you write the information your professor gave you, name and number.

“How are you writing today?, B2910”

The guy laugh quietly, it was a silly name, but a cute one as well.

“and your name?”

“___, ___”

“okay all done, here is your schedule”

He give you a paper with your schedule, the same old classes plus one more, How are you writing today? tuesday from 9:00 to 10:30, seriously? tuesday morning ? as if your life was no more pitiful, you save the paper in your bag, craving for something to eat on your way to the dorms you pass by a convenience store, your basic buy cheetos, instant noodles, and some gummy bears.Your dorm is empty your roommate is probably with her boyfriend, it happens a lot since they became a couple, which you are happy about specialty because it give you the comfy cute espace you love.pouring the hot water in the noodle container you wait for the five minutes. You started to think about Jungkook, you couldn’t help, he was the first friend you made here, and he always has the best recipe for instant noodles, you always thought about him making noodles. you tried to change that, trying to avoid any hook that guide you to Tae— the one who should not be name, but it only break your heart to push away Jungkook, like if ignoring his calls and turning around every time you see him the hallways wasn’t enough, you won’t do it your thoughts.

❣ Then

You felt the pain in your head grow, trying to understand math problems that were according to your teacher basic, what a bitch, you felt someone hugging you, pulling his weight on you, you were ready to give this someone a piece of his mind when you turn around and saw Jungkook being this person.

“Of course is you” you laugh

“well of yea, no one is brave enough to come close to you”

“shut up, I’m surprised to see you here”

“where?”

“here, in the library”

“hey i’m a good student”

Hard for you to say, the first time you say him was in a guidance course, he was sitting next to you, he had fall asleep half of the time and the other he whispered dumb jokes that made you giggle, being the start of your friendship.

“why are you here?”

“I’m trying to do this math problem”

“I hate math” he groans.

“so do I.. why are you here?”

“Nothing special, I saw you from the window and came to say hi”

●

Time fly faster than you could imagine, weeks of classes parties hookups with Tae that you keep a secret from your friends, after you spend the nights with him you leave early before anyone could see you, he always complains about that but you need to remind him you both are nothing special “still we should be more loving between us” he said.

He was right, but being this your first time doing just a ‘hookup relationship’ you didn’t want to get to attach.

It was a another party night in the house, celebrating the guys entrance to the fraternity, Jungkook call you his guest of honor, and you could be more happy to go, you were in your third drink, the music loud enough you barely hear yourself, and you were crushing in it the dance floor with Jimin, you needed a break so you leave to find a quiet space.

Between the many people you crossed you catch the image of Tae dancing with a girl, gorgeous girl you couldn’t deny that, she has a red strapless dress that marked his curves, she was hot, no one is college is that stupidly hot, she was dancing in his back moving his hips against Tae’s pelvis, he had her firm by her thighs and waist, when resting his head in her shoulder he finds you looking, before he could think of this would turn into a jealousy scene he find you smiling at him, you wave at him and leave the two of them to go to the kitchen.

You were sitting in the counter drinking what could only be water, you see Taehyung coming to make a drink, you just smiled him, you didn’t want to make the hottie girl for him, but he didn’t mind apparently when he lean next to you.

“Why is it that I only can catch you in quiet spaces?”

“Uhmm.. maybe cuz is the only way” It was true, rather than get flirty in a crowded place where your friends can see you, you prefer flirt with him in private, a place where you feel like yourself.

“Is that water?” he pointed at your red cup.

“Yes, I already reach my alcohol limit” you excuse yourself

“that’s boring”

“hey you said it was cute” you tap him on the shoulder

“No, I said you were cute” he paused to give a look, his dark eyes were like a trap, occasionally you found yourself looking at them for too much, and he enjoys seeing your eyes going deep on them, like if your trying to find something.

“And you need to break your rules a little”

“I don’t, and you know you can call me cute”

“Well you haven’t prove the contrary” he smirked and you tap his shoulder again, more like punch it making him whine dramatically.

“You should go take care of your hottie, before I rip your arm”

“Hottie?, you mean the girl”

You nodded “yeah, she was gorgeous”

“Nah, I’m okay with you”

“Seriously?” He looked confused “If I was you I will be taken to upstair now”

He laughed “please do”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t know what to do”

“I can join, I’ll teach you” He rub your thigh, smirking again, was he serious? who knows

You laughed nervously “Oh no, she’s all yours tiger”

“It will be more fun with you”

“No”

“It will make you less cute”

“No, you go have fun”

“____, I really want you, we could be just us”

“Don’t worry about me, we’re friends right?”

“Yeah” he looked confused, turning his head to the front nodding “we are”

“Are you okay?”

“I just… think you’re going to miss a lot a fun” he straightened up and drink all what was left of his plastic cup, facing back at you “I really think you should break your rules a little” he said before he could leave

You snort “just because i don’t want to have a trheesome?”

“No, because I know why you follow them so much”

❣ Now

You had to set three different alarms to wake up, but you manage to get up early on tuesday morning with plenty of time to make you a coffee, in front of the white wooden door, you start to wonder if is worthed to wake up early for this, but then again you don’t want to disappoint your teacher, so after a heavy sigh you pull the door.

No more than five people were sitting waiting, you saw the teacher wasn’t here yet.

“___!”

Someone call you on your back, before you could turn around you’re hugged by someone, strong arms around your shoulder, and you recognise the smell of black vanilla, and soft flowers.

“Jungkook..” you were still under his arms, not giving a chance to move. “Jungkook, I can’t breathe”

He loose his hug a little but without free you, enough for you to look at him.

“I’m sorry, but it’s being such a long time since I see you, and when I do you always turn around, so this time I won’t let you”

you could feel guilt, you spend so much time running away from everyone, you were sure they either forget you or resent you, but Jungkook didn’t seem neither of those, he look at you with the same warms eyes.

“Jungkook I…”

“If I let you go?, you promise you won’t escape”

words couldn’t get out of your mouth, if you could you wouldn’t know what to say, you wanted to ask him what was he doing here?, say that you were sorry for ignoring him all this time, you star to thinking if you could leave this place with an excuse that wouldn’t break Jungkook heart, you just nod.

Jungkook let you go, still in front of you smiling like a sweet child, like he always do, once he noted that you were still there and you did not escape, he was sure you wouldn’t leave, and if you were he won’t make it easy.

“Are you in this class too?” you nod again

“That great, we haven’t been together in a class a long time, let’s grab some seats”

He grabs you by the wrist moving to two free seat together, it takes you a time to finally seat, your heart it’s beating like crazy, and you still can’t manage to understand the situation, Jungkook looks so relaxed compared to you, it’s like nothing has changed, but it did.

“So what’s new”

“w.. what?”

“I haven’t see you in so long, your hair its longer, you look good”

“Thank you” your word manage to come out slow and dry, it’s not your intention but you’re still in shock.

He knows, he understand why you are actic like this, why you moved away from the guys, your friends and you avoided him, but he figured that if he acted like things were like before it would be easy, and he knew you would run away if he bombard you with question.

“It’s okay ____”

He place his hand on yours, trying to reduce any conflict there might be in your head, it felt like that for a moment, the warm of his hand and the comfort in his eyes were more than enough to give make you smile, you missed Jungkook so much, we was like a brother (a very energetic little brother) and you wished to throw your arms around him, say how much you missed him, but there was a reason, he became so close to Taehyung, you once thought that you can hang out with him like you always did, but Tae was always with him, they were close, so much that Tae came to your mind when you were with Jungkook.

It was so painful you avoid him, your best friend, you started to wonder why was he here, and if Tae… is he in this class too? no, no no no… you look around with fear, please don’t be here.

“____, hey!”

Jungkook pressed your hand to focus on him, he saw your teary eyes, hard breathing and he could feel your heartbeat in your hand.

“It’s okay” he whisper to you “He’s not here”

It’s was a come back to reality, there was care in Jungkook eyes and you didn’t notice you were holding his hand back.

❣ Then

You could feel the sweat in your skin, you were on top of Tae moving your hips up and down while he handed some help with the grips on each side of yours waist, his growls had some effect that made you move faster, wanting him deeper inside of you.

You were feeling greed and no shame, you wanted all of him for you, maybe it’s the fact you were busy this days and you heard he’s being very attentive with others, after answer your text telling you to come over you didn’t waste time and make sure you’re still in his mind, after you both came, he got comfortable wearing just a sweatpants and gave you one of his t-shirt.

“you can stay tonight”

“don’t worry, it’s still early” you did stayed sometimes, but you didn’t feel the need of it this time.

“please ____” he sigh, at first he looked tired, maybe something annoyed.

“It’s okay, you look tired, so rest”

“so do you, please ____ I want you to stay”

You can feel this heavy air around not sure how to describe it, there’s something you both need to say, but you’re not sure what is, Tae came to your back to hug you, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“why?”

“Uh?

“why do you want me to stay”

“I just do, I know you want to too”

It was true, you had this need to be closer to him, your feelings were getting stronger, something you didn’t want to as this wasn’t that kind of relation.

“I should leave”

“I like you” He said faster than you could move “I really like you, and I know you like me too”

“Tae” this wasn’t in your plan

“tell me it’s not true”

“I do like you.. ”

“We could be together, I will be yours, and you mine”

He whisper close to your ear you felt like melting inside, It could be, you weren’t planning this, this would be just a have fun relation, no compromise, but you did start to feel jealous in some point, and you wanted you call him yours and only yours, so why not ?

“okay” you turn around “I want that”

The slight smile in The had your heart running, he kiss you like many time before, but more intimate you could feel his tender lips better this time.

❣ Now

“I’m sorry Jungkook”

“You don’t need to say that” Jungkook hand was still on yours, he won’t let it go until he’s sure you are okay

You felt embarrassed, you can handle this better but the presence of Jungkook only bring back the thought of Taehyung and made it worse

“Is this the first time it happen?”

“no”

“Is this because of… him?” he didn’t know if it was save to say his name

You didn’t know what to say, at first it was, because of the fear you could see him, but then it turned a general fear, like you got used to a disease that spread to your mind.

“I don’t know”

“we don’t need to talk about it” he smile kind and you nodded

Seeing him was unexpected, you were so shocked and scared, but happy, happy you could see his bunny smile again, that he could hold your hand for comfort. The best you could do is show how happy you are to see him.

“tell me what are you doing here?” he ask

“Uhm.. My teacher told me about it, he thinks it could help me”

“Well you are a good writer, I’m just here because Namjoon said it will be fun"

“Namjoon?” as the same Namjoon I know?

“He’s gonna teach this class”

You were the definition of dumb face in the moment.

“I still remember the time you got drunk and talk bad about his writing"

“I did what!?” you never got that drunk, did you? FUCK

“Hi everyone” a deep voice call your attention to the front of the class, Namjoon walking in a grey sweater “Sorry I’m late my alarm didn’t go on in the morning”

You never had a deep friendship with Namjoon, he was easy to talk and funny in child way, but he was also a berry occupied student so you didn’t saw him often, and finding out you talk bad about him as writer… you just wanted to die in a hole

“But I’m here now and…” He soon realized your in this class, thanks to Jungkook, he probably will be annoyed with your presence but when you see him he smile to you.

“now we can start”

↤ previous // next ↦

→ a/n: so for next chapter we would know what Tae did ⊙_⊙’’ and it will be the last one to involve flashbacks //

as always please let me know what do thing of the chapter or the story in general, because it’s a mayor support thank you ♡!

And please keep yourself safe, inside your home and wash your hands 😘

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zwiezraczek · 4 years

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Love The Way You Lie [Blurb]

8. “Why are you doing this to me?” 11. “You're driving me crazy, you know that?” 20. “I think I just found somebody to love.”

Warnings: unhealthy relationship, violence mentionned

Inspired by Love The Way You Lie - Eminem

~~~

You gulped the bottle, laughing, feeling the alcohol pulsing through your veins as the music grew louder and louder. Mutants clubs, the best clubs. But what was even more beautiful in all of this, was the illegal part: mutants were indeed illegal, their clubs? Illegal. Their existence? Illegal. Their games? Illegal. And this was why you loved to stay there, with your bestfriend, dancing until your feet hurt and your head filled with alcohol and dirty thoughts, until your hands slid under somebody's t-shirt, until you could feel alive, again.

And as the lights flickered above your head, you noticed them. These majestic white wings in the darkness, surrounded by various persons, dancing girls next to them, lazily brushing against them and the man owning them. His beautiful and mesmerizing eyes. He had a drink in his hand, a girl in the other, sitting on his lap, giggling and smiling as she touched the angelic curls on his head. But his eyes were looking at you right now, and the only thing you could think about was him. Only him.

Lust danced between you, as you swayed your way through the crowd to find yourself in front of him, before he could have a better look at you. You were sparkling, seductive, a temptress. And he looked like a fallen angel, with his burning eyes and his white wings. He had toyed enough with the girl on his lap, and asked her to leave, and so she did, not pleased to see you being his new center of attention.

“I think I just found somebody to love,” he declared, after drinking a sip of his beer. His eyes devouring you with one glance from above.

“You sure pretty boy,” you asked, while smirking, “I'm pretty handful to be with. Not sure you could handle me...”

“Let's find out, doll.” With a gesture of his hand, he invited you on his lap, and you couldn't refuse. And as you sat up there, he began to kiss your neck, roughly, lustily, with passion. His skin pressed against yours, as you gasped from time to time. “See? I'm doing great.”

“I'm not so sure,” you moaned as he licked your collarbone, your hand softly toying with his t-shirt. “I've seen bett... Oh my god,” you exhaled as he made you feel alright, just by kissing your neck.

“Maybe better than you thought, doll.” His expert hands wandered all around your body, his wings wrapping around both of you, your moans only for his ears, nobody else.

“You're driving me fucking crazy,” you panted, looking at him with a sparkle in your eyes. He probably was the one.

“So do you, doll.”

~~~

You became what some could call lovers, what others could call sex friends, but whatever you had was a game. The game to know which one of you could drag the other towards the edge, the edge of common sense and the edge of sanity. Aggressiveness rising as you kissed that boy, his body pressed against yours and his hands moving gently on your hips, your rage exploding when a girl's tongue wandered on his collarbone, him holding her close and marking her neck. Always eyes on each other, to see which one would break the first. There was no pattern, but everything always ended in a fight. Either you going out, yelling names at him, waiting in the apartment you shared and breaking glasses while he came back, crying, raging and telling him to fuck off, either him going absolutely batshit, trying almost to kill the guy being with you, pining you up against the wall as you looked at him with your provocative eyes.

“Why are you doing this to me,” he asked, your jaw in his right hand. It hurt, it absolutely hurt how much his fingers were into your skin as he held your face to force you to look at him.“Answer, bitch!”

“Because you agreed, motherfucker,” you would reply, scents of alcohol in your voice as many as in his own. You'd go through the pain, as always, he'd apologize, you'd apologize.

“Don't you fucking toy with me, you're mine,” he would exclaim, the attention suddenly driven towards the two of you, his wings sharpening at their ends, you could hear their hissing. You knew these could make you bleed, and they did and not only once. But you made them bleed too, not once, with some broken glass.

“I'm not a pet of yours, Warren,” you whispered, confident as you felt that breathing became difficult. You smiled nevertheless.

“But you are fucking mine, either you want it or no, and I'll fucking kill whoever tries to fuck around with you. You heard that,” you couldn't tell if he was speaking to you, or to the guys gathered around you as he let you go. Your jaw hurt, it would leave some bruises in the morning. But who cared? You won the game tonight, you won this round and that was all that matter.

“So how about showing me I'm all yours then, Warren Worthington the Third,” your cooed, looking at him. Your makeup was flawed, tears which ran on your face when he chocked you made you look like a small hurt panda, but you were lust on legs to him, with that face or without.

“You're driving me crazy doll, you really do,” he whispered, his hand against the wall, just right to your ear. His wings softened a bit, you touched them, carelessly because you knew how much it helped him to relax, to be turned on.

You were sure of one thing during that night: you won the most outrageous and passionate night, only to yourself. With Warren, a man capable of making you scream for any reason.

~~~

His burning rage met your limits on that night. You spat on his face, as he grabbed your arm telling you that you had to stay there, he punched a hole in the wall next to your head. You felt scared, but also impressed. But you told him that you were leaving, for whatever reason, and as you slammed the door you heard him screaming, hitting the door endlessly. But letting you go. You stood there, in the hallway, hearing him burn. You heardshattering of glass, how many glasses you broke together while in this sick relationship? You had your head between your fingers, crying. You felt helpless. You loved him, he loved you, this sick game of yours was the best thing that could have happened to you both. But that was consuming you, destroying sometimes. But you loved it the way it was.

As you sat in the dark corridor, after a dozen of minutes, you heard the door open. You saw light, and him. His wings struggling to pass through the door as always, looking like an angel in the moonlight, only shorts on and his torso on display. He offered you his hand, eyes tired and puffy from crying too. You knew everything was hurting you, you knew he was hurt, you knew you were hurting you, but this weird exchange of energy suited youboth. You took his hand, and entered the apartment, watching out to not step on some glass.

“Doll it wasn't you, it was me,” he assured, stroking your hair as you laid your head on his lap, slowly not sobbing anymore. “And maybe our relationship isn't as crazy at it seems...”

“It's fucking us,” you corrected him, rising your eyes on him. “We're driving each other crazy for nothing, watching ourselves burn as we push each other's buttons...”

“This is what happens when a tornado meets a volcano, doll,” he delicately whispered, looking at you. “I can barely breathe when I'm not with you, doll. I can't fucking get you out my mind, you know that doll?” You nodded, feeling exactly the same. “So don't move doll, and close your eyes.”

You rose, looking at him in confusion. This wasn't Warren at all, it wasn't how he worked. He urged you to close your eyes before leaving you, alone, on the couch, hands covering your eyes. You heard him walking carefully to not make his feet bleed on the glass he broke earlier, before he opened a drawer and closed it. Curiosity shook your whole body as you heard him being close, the sound of his wings right next to you, their soft touch brushing your bare shoulders.

“Open your eyes doll.”

And he knelt in front of you, looking at your tired and puffy face from crying. A small box, with a ring in his hands.

“All I know is that I love you too much to leave you walk away from me, doll. All I know is that rage takes us over sometimes, controls us, but I also know that we love each other.”

“Yes,” you replied before he could ask you anything. “Warren yes.”

“Let me finish,” he said, looking at you with these glistening eyes. “I love you, y/n, and I want to marry you; with or without these little game of ours I don't fucking care, I just wantto be with you, doll.”

“Yes Warren, I agree, I love you too,” you kissed his forehead gently, your hand caressing his wings first, and then his cheek. “I'd be honored to become Mrs. Worthington.”

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