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letsgetrowdy43 · 1 year

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Divine Feminine—

Luke Hughes x Poet!Reader

I’ve never written anything like this before, so lightly on the judgment, please

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ynofficial might have a little something in the works :)

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user1 BREAKUP POETRY???

ynofficial maybe…..

edwards.73 mom told me to tell you she’s expecting a signed copy of your book on the front doorstep asap

ynofficial anything for mama Edwards 🫶🏻

user27 THEY BROKE UP

user1 they broke up like 6 ish months ago

user32 literary genius 😩

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ynofficial weekend crashing at Umich feat. lots of wine, p.s. Duker is my new fav person <3

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markestapa GO BLUE 〽️🔵

ynofficial you are literally the bane of my existence

markestapa you know you love me. I keep it real.

user4 the y/n and umich hockey crossover is everything I've ever wanted in life

ynbestfriend NYU >> UMich

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Dylanduke25 missing you already!! I hate hockey boys

edwards.73 Duke stole my best friend…

ynofficial get over yourself

ynofficial Duke if I could pack you in my carry on I would take you back to NY with me

lhughes_06 Bud has a game tonight, no can do

ynofficial you’re no fun hughe 😤

user5 girl book announcement now. Please.

ynofficial I promise it’s gonna be soon, just have some finishing touches before it’s perfect

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Shoutout to our newest member of the family ynofficialtwt for keeping our sophomore boys in check this weekend.

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ynofficial something about being in this body, makes love feel like charity, something I never asked for but am practically starving without.

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user12 LOVE TO SEE IT!

ynbestfriend you’re glowing

ynofficial give me a smooch 😽

Dylanduker25 SLAYED

user23 Yn feeding us WELL today

Oliviarodrigo TEARS ARE IN MY EYES

user72 loving this era on you 🫶🏻

lhughes_06 you have a way with words ig

ynofficial awe my biggest supporter

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lhughes_06 summer loving ☀️

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user6 a smile on Quinners face!?

umichhockey hmm Hughes with the soft launch??

lhughes_06 got my media training from the best

edwards.73 wonder who that could be🤔

lhughes_06 should’ve let you drown in the lake ❤️

user7 the hair. i’m drooling.

user8 I’m gonna pretend like the gf thing isn’t happening and just admire the abs

ynofficial she must be a godsent if she has to put up with your ass

lhughes_06 you have no idea

ynofficial I think I have a small idea

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ynofficial he is my sun, his touch is warmth brushing against my fragile skin, his kisses are fuelled with stardust

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user87 you’re just so effortlessly pretty

user98 obsessed with literally everything you do

user10 are we just gonna ignore THE SECOND PICTURE

ynofficial yes

edwards.73 hand placement 😑

trevorzegras that bathroom looks a little familiar 🧐

ynofficial choke.

lizzymcalpine I’m going to need that book announcement soon

ynofficial Lizzy my love, I promise it’s soon

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ynofficial now that I’m a certified WAG may as well spread the word that my “little project” turned into my most cherished piece of work yet :) a three-part series dedicated to heartbreak, self-love, and new beginnings. I cannot wait to share this part of my life with each and every one of you <3

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user28 SCREAMING OMG

lhughes_06 my girlfriend wrote a book about me 😩

ynofficial my muse

lhughes_06 I’m bushing and shit

ynmom my baby is so talented

ynofficial luv you mum

user39 girl you said SMALL PROJECT

user82 3 books!!!!

dylanduke25 better be some poems in there about me

ynofficial they’re all about you king 😽

lhughes_06 😒

quinnhughes can someone please explain to me how moosey pulled a girl who is pretty and talented

lhughes_06 W rizz

edwards.73 you should be put down like a dog.

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earthtoharlow · 11 months

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Flashing Lights

Jack Harlow x Singer!OC

Series Masterlist

07) Focus

This chapter is part of my one year anniversary celebration, where there’s a new fic every tuesday!

warning: SMUT (:

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user: REAL MUSIC BACK !!!

user: LISTENING RIGHT NOOOOOW!

chloebailey: so proud of you 🥹

user: the honesty and emotion on this record, unreal 🔥

user: drop the album

user: can you focus on meeeeeee

jackharlow: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

“Lately, I've been a little fed up, wish you would just focus on me”

Jack sang as he reached to turn the radio up as he drove to the airport to pick up Maryse from LAX. She had been doing press all over New York City going to talk show, to talk show to promote her first single, Focus from her debut album. The song has only been out for a week and a half and it’s already topping the charts and constantly playing on the radio.

With Maryse being in NY and Jack traveling to LA and ATL to record his own album. They hadn’t seen each other as much as they would’ve liked. Which is why Jack planned a special date for the two of them tonight.

Jack decided to wait in the parking deck for her so they could have some privacy knowing the paparazzi would bother them in the pick up area. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long, Maryse was walking out the revolving doors, 15 minutes later.

His heart stopped when he spotted her. She looked adorable with her blanket wrapped around her shoulders, huge dark sunglasses and her curls tossed up into a messy bun. Jack stepped out of his jeep and leaned against it, so she could see him. He watched as the smile spread across her face at the sight of him. The closer she got she dropped her suitcases and started running towards him

“Oof” Jack let out as the wind was almost knocked out of him as Maryse flew towards him. Maryse wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her face against his neck.

God, he missed this girl so much. The two stayed like this for what felt like forever. Maryse soon removed her face from his neck, and grabbed his face with both hands before leaning down and kissing him. Jack moaned into the kiss, while sliding his hands from her waist that was holding her steady to her ass, giving them a slight squeeze. Maryse broke the kiss with a giggle.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

They laughed as they both spoke at the same time.

“C’mon let’s get outta here, I’m taking you out tonight” Jack said as he went to put her luggage in the truck before hopping in the car.

“You are?” Maryse started bouncing in her seat with excitement.

“Yeah, but first nap time.”

“Oh thank god, I’m so sleepy.”

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jackharlow: Stream Focus right now! So my girl can stop dressing like this

user: so precious

saweetie: don't do my bestie dirty like this!

user: supportive boyfriend

user: stars, they're just like us!

user: this picture tho lmao

lifeofmonet: .....?

lifeofmonet: you told me I look cute

dojacat: posting my girl in her airport fit is crazy 😔

Jack couldn’t help but think he hadn’t slept that good in months, might even be years. He knew it was because the woman curled up next to him. Maryse’s body fit so perfectly against him. It was like she was made to be here in his arms.

He gently moved the curls that were falling in her face, so he could admire how peaceful she looked. He smiled at the way she slept with her legs tangled with his and one arm wrapped around his body. Jack would be content if he could stay like this forever. But knowing how long it was going to take her to get ready, she would need to get up now.

Jack leaned down and pressed feather light kisses on her face. He watched as Maryse slowly opened her eyes and stared into his blue eyes. “Well, that’s not a bad way to wake up.” Her voice was slow and dragging as she tried to not fall back asleep. “What time is our date?”

“In 3 hours.”

Maryse’s eyes shot back open. “3 HOURS?! Jack, do you not know me at all? I have to get ready now!”

Jack tightened his arms around her to stop her from getting up. She tried to pull away but soon gave up with a pout. He leaned over and kissed her pouting lips before letting her go.

He watched with a smile as she rolled outta bed to find something to wear.

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“I can’t believe you got me blindfolded. Is this the part where you kill me?”

Jack laughed and rolled his eyes as he continued to walk her up the steps to where they were having their date. He really hoped she loved this because trying to set it up was difficult.

“You didn’t reply, oh god”

“Will you stop being so dramatic? Now be careful this is the last step then I can take this off you”

Maryse stayed silent as Jack carefully walked her to the last set of steps. She could then feel him walk behind her, and rubbed his hands up and down her arm before reaching up to untie the cloth from her eyes. “Ok, open your eyes.”

Maryse slowly opened her eyes and blinked a little to adjust to the light. She gasped as she looked around her.

“Jack…” Maryse was sure she looked crazy as her mouth hung open. She just couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“Like it?” Jack asked her nervously.

She shook her head. “No…I love this” she could feel her eyes start to water.

Jack Harlow rented out the whole Getty Museum just for the two of them, but that wasn’t all there were lights on the floor making a pathway to a table set for 2. It was the most beautiful thing Maryse had ever seen. She slowly turned around and wrapped her arms around him. “Jack, I can’t believe you did this! I can’t imagine how long it took you to pull this off!” Standing on her tippy toes to kiss him.

“Last week you talked about wanting to show me around LA since I’m usually only here for work and you offhandedly mentioned that you visit the Getty whenever you’re here because you love art museums so I figured I would do something special for our first date.” Jack told her as he rested both of his hands on the sides of her face and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears.

“You remembered that?” Maryse asked him

“Of course, I remember everything you tell me. Big or small.” Jack replied before walking her towards the table, and pulling her seat out so she could sit down. He kissed her forehead before walking around to his side of the table.

She watched as he pulled the tops covering their plates off. Maryse was shocked to see a full course meal, Salmon, mashed potatoes, and asparagus. It looked delicious.

Maryse just shook her head in amazement. She could feel herself getting emotional. She was with Nate for years and he never put this much thought and detail into a date before.

Jack reached across the table and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Stop looking so shocked, you deserve this and more. Now let’s dig in!”

As they ate they talked about everything under the sun, their laughs and conversations echoed throughout the quiet museum.

“Thank you again for those flowers you sent me last week, they were beautiful.” Maryse said to Jack as they were lying on the floor of the museum. Apparently they didn’t have to be out till 3 am so Jack brought blankets and pillows so they could chill until they felt like leaving.

“Beautiful flowers for my even more beautiful girl.” Jack replied as he looked down at Maryse as she was laying in his arms. He watched as Maryse wrinkled her nose up at him, knowing she was going to call him out for being cheesy.

“You’re a cornball”

“You love it!” Jack says before kissing her forehead. “But for real though, I’m so proud of you. I know how hard you’ve been working on your album. You haven’t mentioned it, but I can tell you’re nervous about your album coming out but you shouldn’t be. Focus is already a hit, and your album is going to be a game changer.”

Maryse squeezed Jack letting him know she heard him, before climbing on top of him and pressing her face against his neck. She could feel Jack arms wrap her waist, before moving his hands down and casually resting them right above her ass. Lifting her head up, she leaned down putting their foreheads together.

Jack could see the emotions on her face and simply kissed her lips, assuring her, “You don’t have to say anything.”

Pulling away from the kiss, Maryse spoke in a whisper “You always know all the right things to say.”

“It’s probably a fluke. I think I just say the right things to you.”

Maryse shook her head in disagreement, knowing that wasn’t true and laid her head back down on his chest. It was quiet for a while, the only thing you could hear were their steady heartbeats. Maryse didn’t know it was possible for someone to make her feel the way Jack did. With Jack, she always felt fully cared for. Maybe it was too soon to call this love, but if it was, she completely understood why people go crazy for it. She felt like she was drunk on him.

Maryse’s thoughts were cut short when she felt Jack move his hands up under her dress trying to cop a feel. With her head resting against his chest she could feel a groan rumble in his chest when he noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Fuck, Maryse.”

Maryse said nothing as she moved her hips against his, teasing him slightly. She could feel him throbbing in his pants. Not being able to take the teasing any longer, Jack connected his lips to hers with another groan. The sounds of their kisses as they grasped one another were heard in the dim museum. They pulled away from each other long enough so they could pull Jack’s shirt over his head, and so he could unzip his slacks and briefs.

Once all his clothes were off, Jack bunched up her dress around her waist, while Maryse pushed herself up on her knees. Jack could feel her hand grab hold of his thick length steady as she sunk down on him.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good” Jack said in a breathly tone.

All Maryse could do was whimper in response as she gripped his shoulders as she continued to ride him. Jack sat her up in his arms and started attacking her neck with kisses and bites. Sucking along her skin just the way she likes.

The connection Jack had with Maryse was nothing like he had ever felt before. His attraction to her felt off the charts.

He hummed against her skin each time she dropped down into his lap and took him completely. Jack knew they were both getting closer with each buck of her hips. “You take me so well. You were made for this, Maryse.” Jack whispered in her ear

Maryse shivered against him as his hands ran down the length of her back, giving her ass a tight squeeze.

“Such a naughty girl, riding me in this museum.” Jack could feel her clench him tight.

She was getting close with the way her breathing was becoming more ragged and the grip she had on him tightened.

Jack quickly flipped them over and pounded into her hard, making Maryse whimper. He was so close as he pressed kisses against her shoulder. “C’mon baby, cum for me.”

“Jack, please.” Maryse moaned.

“You can do it, baby. Let go.”

The only sounds in the museum were grunts of pleasure as Maryse came, Jack came right behind her. Maryse felt like her senses were on fire, with the way the warmth of his skin engulfed her.

Maryse let out a small sigh of happiness as Jack laid on top of her, chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. They both were in a happy daze for the rest of the night, silently hoping nothing or no one would ruin their happiness.

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Maryse Monet is finally ready to release her debut album!

In a two bedroom Brooklyn Heights brownstone, R&B star Maryse Monet paces around the living room barefoot, in drawstring shorts and an oversized Missionary Jack tee (Stolen from boyfriend, rapper Jack Harlow) her natural hair in full bloom, while members of her glam team prepare her look for her upcoming appearance on Good Morning America. In three hours, the singer-songwriter was going to announce the title of her debut album; “Ugh, those feels again.” (Dropping March 31st)

Having dropped the lead single, “Focus” the night before which was getting rave reviews from music critics, she still feels anxiety with dropping music.

“Dropping music, to me at least, is like letting the whole world read my diary.” She says. When asked if she ever regrets any music she’s dropped she tells me no.

“No, never. Letting people hear it is a risk, but I believe putting music out into the world is a great teacher to help all my future projects sound better.”

The doorbell rings loudly throughout the house. I watch as the singer leans over the arm of the chair to try and see who’s at the door. Her eyes widen when her manager, CoCo walks into the room holding a bouquet of Peonies. Maryse immediately grabs for them, smelling the flowers. The smile on her face only gets wider as she reads the card. When I ask who the flowers are from there’s a twinkle in her eyes when she tells me they’re from her boyfriend and doesn’t explain further.

The last year has been some sort of Maryse explosion where she went from just being New York’s star quarterback girlfriend to breaking away and becoming a Grammy award winning singer. At 24 years old, Maryse is already a household name. “I’ve really put in the time and work,” she says. “I’m so happy that everything has been, you know, manifesting.”

Growing up with a dad who played guitar and a mother who was a music teacher, Maryse can’t remember a time where music wasn’t part of her life. “Music was playing around the house but I think something outwardly happened when I heard Mariah Carey sing for the first time. I remember getting the craziest chills and goosebumps and I was like, “what is she doing? I want to sing just like that?” I always tell people that music was my first love.”

She then asked me if I wanted to hear her new music. I can feel the tingling excitement build as we sneak away into her home recording studio. As she takes her laptop and plugs it in, she tells me she’ll probably only be about to get through two songs before someone realizes she’s gone missing. Quietly, the r&b star hits play on her upcoming album.

Instantly, a wall of sound hits me. There’s only two reactions you could have to the song. One; saying “Whoooo” and/or Two; fanning themselves vigorously. I was doing both. Her voice was dreamy and hushed, with the song being sultry and slow. This was the type of love song you play to the person who might just last till cuffing season. The one you play with your head stuck out the window as the wind blows in your hair. Maryse was able to play a couple more songs before she was summoned into hair and makeup.

The making of the album has been a long process, she explains, as her hairstylist tries to tame her curls. She started writing the album after returning to dating following the end of a long term and very public relationship.

When we reached out to Maryse's equally famous best friend, Doja Cat, she says the world is finally going to know the real Maryse Monet.

“Everyone knows that she's an amazing musician, but they'll also find out that she’s a real ass bitch, who’s music is going to bring people together and change lives.”

We couldn’t agree more.

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AN: This might be the longest fic I've ever written, but I really love these two and didn't want to split it into different parts :) I hope this all flows well together. Enjoy them being happy beause drama is coming Thank you for reading and as always tell me your thoughts!

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getsojaded · 2 years

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pre-show playlist || calum hood

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warnings: swearing

a/n: draft while i write mini series :) not entirely sure why atlanta is the first city that came into my head but it was so if ur from atlanta this one’s for u LOL. also, was actually lol’ing at the fake stan twt tweets i had to make LOLOL

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“Thank you, Atlanta! I love you!” Are the last words you yell into the mic, heading off the stage before the lights go out.

It had been your first show of your world tour after Covid had put the world at a temporary pause, and needless to say, your adrenaline levels were going through the roof. If there’s one thing you loved most, it was performing for the people that love and appreciate you for what you do.

“You fucking killed it! Congrats Y/N,” one of your team members exclaimed, rushing to give you a hug. “Thank you,” you sighed, leaning into their hug. You missed this, you missed travelling the country by tour bus, soundchecking old songs that made your fans go crazy and answering their question, and you missed having your favourite people standing by your side as you did what you valued and appreciated so deeply.

Things were slightly different though, and you couldn’t help but take notice of them.

Calum was by your side your last tour, engulfing you in a big hug and kissing your forehead the minute you got off stage. He was there to help you choose your outfits for each show, to take you to the best restaurants and coffee shops in each city for the minimal hours you spent there, and to give you those loving and reassuring words whenever you got those last-minute butterflies before performing.

You loved Calum, and Calum loved you — there was no doubt about that. But as much as you loved the tour life, it wasn’t easy. Not only was that complicated, being in the spotlight, along with your love, was one of the hardest things you had ever had to do through.

With fake news articles that drew too much attention towards you two, to scheduling conflicts that led to unsolved arguments, to the fans.. that were just being fans (you know.) — it got too much to handle. For the both of you.

So when you started using Google Maps to find five star cafés, taking a bit too much time to decide what outfit to wear, and breathing in and out for longer periods of time before you hopped on stage, you realized that you’d need some time to adjust to the new aspects of touring. And quite frankly, you hated it. You missed it. You missed him.

You missed the way he’d hold you at night in your shared bunk, telling you “Sleep well, you did an amazing job”. You missed the way he’d drag you out of bed to take a daily mirror selfie in the bus, determined to have a photo from each city you visited, and you missed the way he’d-

“Okay, that’s enough,” you whispered to yourself, shaking out of your thoughts and getting up from the couch you were sitting at, taking a moment to regain your energy.

You walked up to the full body mirror in your dressing room, snapping a quick photo before posting it to your Twitter account.

y/ny/l/n: atlanta i fucking loved u, thank u. excited to see the rest of u on tour. x

Within seconds you were getting likes, retweets and replies on your tweet. You took a quick moment to change into comfy clothes and exit the venue, as it was now time to relax on the tour bus.

You opened up your phone onto the Twitter replies to scroll through the replies, and like and respond to a few.

killedmytime: THIS FIT IS SO FIRE

calumsboba: you did amazing y/n!!

yungy/n: bro i lost my phone at the concert i’m tweeting off my laptop rn

You giggled at the last one, responding with “drop ur venmo i got the next one” before continuing to scroll through your mentions and notifications.

disconnectedvol6: @Y/NY/L/N DID YOU PURPOSELY PUT MOVING ALONG ON THE PRE SHOW PLAYLIST

whywontuluvme: @/disconnectedvol6 BRO I WAS THERE EARLIER AND EVERYBODY IN PIT WAS FUCKING LOSING IT WHEN IT PLAYED

wfttwtafff: i’m going to cry @y/ny/l/n is still so supportive of calum even after they broke up

outofurlimit: i’m fucking SCREAMING SHE HAD THE AUDACITY. MOVING ALONG TOO?

heartbakegirl: i cant believe u put moving along on the playlist omfg divorced parents <;/3

Oh God.

Okay, maybe it was just your fans in your responses that took notice of your ex boyfriend’s band’s song. You quickly searched up “y/n calum” and immediately groaned at the loads of tweets regarding your show, that song and that playlist.

notinthesameways: i almost fucking peed myself when i heard moving along i wonder if calum knows y/n put it on her playlist

y/nswildflower: i miss calum and y/n omg

dontstoppa: bro let’s talk abt the fact that out of every song y/n chose the one that’s literally about a breakup AND calum wrote it girlie knew what she was doing

Contrary to that last tweet, you actually had no idea what you were doing!

You didn’t mean for 5SOS’ song to play before your show started. In fact, you hadn’t even made a specific pre-show playlist — you just decided to use your “currently”. Which… has Moving Along on it and with your luck, of course it came on shuffle.

Yes, you listened to their new album. Yes, you thought it was fucking spectacular. Yes, Moving Along was your favourite song off the album because not only does Calum’s verse get your heart throbbing but it also makes you wonder if you popped up into his mind while he was writing it.

And yes, you added it to your on repeat playlist because you couldn’t stop listening to it.

You couldn’t help but wonder if he had done the same thing with your album: thoroughly listen to it, fall in love with it more and more everytime, and add his favourites into his liked songs.

You also couldn’t help but wonder what he’s up to right now. Was he preparing for touring, just like you? You hadn’t seen any posts in regards to shows from their band account, along with the four boys’.

And now you were wondering why the hell he was giving you a call, your heart skipping a beat once you saw the contact name Hood xo appear on your screen, along with his contact picture of you, him, and Duke.

“What the fuck,” you whispered, letting it ring a couple more times before you picked up the phone. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi, Y/N. Good to talk to you again.”

“You too.”

You were scared. You were scared and you’ve never been put in the position of not knowing what to say to him, except now. As much as you tried to say more in response to him, no words would come out.

“You know why I’m calling you.” He simply stated, sounding a lot more confident than you had expected, which took you by surprise.

“Caught me lacking, huh?” You asked, earning a soft giggle from Calum in response. “Okay look, I didn’t even mean to play it before my show. I gave your album a listen when it first dropped and I was like wow this shit is good so I added one of my favourites onto my playlist and I used that specific playlist so I didn’t even think about it and-“

“I’m really glad you listened to the album.” He simply states, your heart skipping a beat as you bring your hand up to cover your mouth. “And I’m glad you found a few favourites on there.”

“Yeah, you guys did so well on it.” You’re nervous. You’re fucking nervous, and you have no idea how Calum is handling this conversation as well as he is. Despite the pit in your stomach, your curiosity got the best of you. “D-Did you listen to mine too?”

“‘Course I did. Fell in love with it, baby.” Your heart flutters at the sound of the pet name that falls out of his mouth, feeling the nostalgia and intimacy his voice is laced with. “Thank you,” you respond just above a whisper, before the line fills with silence. Slightly awkward silence.

Calum doesn’t want to be the one to bring it up. Especially after such a wholehearted, sweet conversation. But he has some questions, and doesn’t want to end this call with unfinished answers.

“I miss you. I miss us.” He confesses, tears threatening to spill from his eyes and he silently thanks himself for only clicking on an audio call, and not a FaceTime one.

“I know.” You respond as quiet as possible, not risking to hear crack in your voice. “I do too. It’s not the same without you here. Tour’s different. I caught myself thinking about you every time I noticed something was off.” You say to him honestly, unaware of the aching in his chest that you caused. He hated the thought of your emotions shifting negatively because of him, and if he could, he would do everything in his power to reverse it if it meant you were happy.

“What happened to us?”

“Cal…” You sigh. You felt this question coming, but you weren’t prepared to answer it. “You know what happened to us. It was just... circumstances, and time.” Was all you could say, with complete honestly.

“Well, what about now? What do the circumstances and time have for us now?” He asks you in a low voice. You shake your head and laugh at the irony of that follow up question, rubbing your forehead with your hand.

“Well, I’m still on tour, so it looks like not much has changed.” You respond, earning a chuckle from Calum. “Shouldn’t you be heading off on tour too?”

“Taking a break first. Don’t really know why, Ashton suggested that we break first before touring and we all just kinda went with it.” He responds. “When’s your LA show?”

“Last show of the tour. Then it’s me time. Staying in LA for quite some time, then gonna try and go back to hometown for a bit.”

“What would you do if I asked you if you were okay with me going there?” He asks, with the slightest bit of hope. It’s worth a shot, he tells himself. It’s worth a shot if it has anything to do with you.

“Then, I’d tell you that I’d love to have you at my last show. Do you want to be there?” You tell him, with a smile planted across your face, unaware of the smirk forming across his as well. “Nothing else I want more than to be there, love.”

“I guess I’ll be seeing you then?” You ask, trying to sound as confident as possible, but you’re well aware that Calum can see (more like, hear) right through your façade. “Let’s see where the circumstances and time take us this time around.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” “Me too.”

The line falls silent once again, but now it’s comfortable. A silence that warms your heart and calms you down. A silence that eases your mind and relaxes your body.

“Oh, and Cal?” You speak up.

“Yes?”

“Let’s not let the circumstances and time fuck us over again. I’d rather not let go of the best thing that’s ever happened to me a second time around.”

“You are the last thing I’m ever gonna lose again, baby. Mark my words.”

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lycanlovingvampyre · 1 year

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MAG 140 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: taking a bubble bath^^

BASIRA: "You look awful. You try drinking with Daisy again?" The S4 Archives crew dynamic is so incredibly funny! I headcanon Jon getting super emotional when drunk, pouring his heart out!

BASIRA: "You don’t remember any of it?" JON: "You drink the whole contents of a bar, you don’t remember what the Merlot tastes like. (sigh-adjacent sound) It just hurt." Already said last episode, with a character capable of sort of an omniscience it would have been kind of a plot hole not to try to just Know what the plan was. And this is an excellent way to handle it. The reason, why Jon didn't get any information out of it, works so well.

That encounter with Maxwell Rayner was probably the reason Basira got so much into books when she joined the institute. She was already researching Ny-Ålesund back then and dove deeper into the history of John Flamsteed and Edmond Halley (MAG 108).

BASIRA: "The first Astronomer Royale. Had the post until his death in 1720." JON: "1719. He died on New Year’s Eve." People often say 'No one likes a smartass," but I actually love them!^^

BASIRA: "Names shift over the years. ‘Specially if you’re not keen on keeping the same body." Oh the foreshadowing!

Oh god, this statement... I'm a few sentences in and I already forgot everything. This old English writing makes my brain bluescreen...

"With a fierce strength never before awakened within me, I gripped the head of my foul adversary, and forced it down, into the dark pool before us.There I held it, the water so cold upon my skin the marks have yet to fade. And Reimer thrashed, and kicked, and made such sounds as I have never before heard of the dying. And he was still." I'm guessing, that "dying" by the black water of the Dark only achieved Rayner being one with it now. His essence somehow preserved in the liquid. (Also death to become a full-fledged Avatar, yes yes...) Cause that liquid is how he hops bodies right? It was coming out of his mouth and flowing towards Callum Brodie.

BASIRA: "But I mean – didn’t you say he got blown up in World War I as well?" And that's the only reference we get to that dead soldier in MAG 7. Though his tags said "Joseph Rayner". In MAG 7 Jon said the recognizes the name from somewhere, but now he's not sure himself there.

BASIRA: "Ah, Jon. What’s this?" [SHE PICKS SOMETHING UP.] JON: "Hm? Oh. That’s… I, th, uh – that’s my rib." BASIRA: (Pythagorean theorem, volume of a cone) "Right." [SHE PUTS IT BACK.] JON: "Yep." BASIRA: "And… the jar of ashes." JON: (stress.exe) "Not – not, m,mine – I mean, it belongs to me, I, I, I guess, but it’s not – stationery is in the, uh, other drawer." 'No, Basira, this is my human remains drawer...' xD Also the fan transcript, lol! Stress.exe xD (got my headcanon to the survival of the jar of ashes in my post to MAG 123 btw - Martin salvaged it after the Flesh attack.)

JON: "I hope you’re not suggesting that Santa works for the People’s Church." BASIRA: (exasperated) “Jon.” Yeah, Jon. Santa is an Avatar of the Eye, did you not pay attention to "Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town".

BASIRA: "I bring all the guns from Daisy’s old stash, you bring the spooks you used to mess up that delivery guy." [LONG PAUSE.] JON: "What – That’s it? Christ, I thought my plans were half-assed." Afsdjfld, I forgot this was an actual conversation, lmao!

@a-mag-a-day

#a-mag-a-day #mag 140 #tma #tma spoilers

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Got a little interest in this, so here’s my little “skeleton” of this story I guess, I’m not great at this, but I’m fairly pleased with how this is turned out, hope you guys enjoy this silly thing and don't mind how long it is!

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Summary: Acedia is NY's one and only Cryptid Crawler. Life takes a turn after a spider bite and things start spiraling like a domino effect, when she thinks the worst is over.. it gets worse. She is determined, however, to help however she can. Doing her best as always.

Once Upon A Time:

Acedia was once a regular human with no powers, living relatively alone. She never really did much, never having the ability to do things that she may have wanted. A shy, anxiety ridden adult just trying to get by. day in and day out, all the same, her frustrations with life weighing her down mentally.

And Every Day:

Her days were monotonous routine with occasional small deviations, like visiting the park for some fresh air, going on free tours to save money, hanging out with a friend, and other menial things. It wasn't a bad life, just.. boring.

Day to day, having small simple jobs to work here and there to earn a living and survive. Still, she wished for just a little more, just a little more excitement, it was really all she could do. Wish. Dream. Hope. Never having the guts to put herself out there on purpose. Life was a personal heck.

Until One Day:

It wasn't until she had gotten bit by a spider that hitched a ride on her bag one day after taking a free tour of an animal lab that things started to change. The changes were slow and small, first discovering she can walk on walls and experimenting with these new changes and abilities. Telling her friend and getting the idea to make a name and costume for herself.. the costume was a bit.. silly. She didn't have the best skills in clothes making or sewing, so she opted for something already made in her closet. A little onesie of her favorite animal, a sloth. She wasn’t really one for sp!ders.. they scared her.

She was extremely timid around people and valued self preservation, however.. she did always seem to somehow stumble her way into these situations of taking out very small crime. Petty shoplifters and muggers here and there, just getting a slight hang of things. Learning some things about fighting and her new abilities with first hand experience.

That was, until one night she got hit with a horrible sense of something bad happening across town. She chased the feeling, using her heightened sense, all the way to the infamous Oscorp building. The place had always given her an uneasy feeling even before the bite. She knew she had to act fast and find the source of what was setting off her senses.

She crawled around the outside of the building, locating the room of interest and making her way inside the shattered window. This is where she discovered the unconscious body of Doctor Otto Octavius. He had a horrible accident, not caused by himself, but by his boss who had already fled the scene long before Acedia arrived.

Acedia worked fast after assessing and being relieved that she hadn't stumbled upon a murder scene. Using her gifted strength to lift and carry the poor man out of there and to the nearest hospital she could.

And Because Of That:

That night, and for a good couple of weeks after that, she didn't have the best of sleep. The anxiety and worry ate away at her. She didn't know the man, but she needed to know he was alright and so, she set out to visit him.. not in person, though. Picking out her costume again she went to the hospital and, once again, she crawled around the outside, locating his room.

He appeared fine and well now, but that metal contraption was still wrapped around him it seemed. She was just thankful he was alive. She left a small gift on the sill of his window, tapping the glass before leaving.

And Because Of That:

Otto may have appeared fine on the outside, but just like the scars that will soon enough be on his back, he had scars of the mind as well. The poor man had merely been doing his job, trying to please his body and not wanting to risk losing his job.. only to be thanked with an attempted murder. Something like that made him a bit.. unstable. It wasn't like him, but his anger and frustration at his boss was slowly growing as he recovered his energy from that night.

So, when he was healthy and healed enough physically and given access to his actuators again, he couldn't help himself.. couldn't stop himself. He sought out revenge on his boss for all he'd put him through for the many years he'd worked for him. Escaping the hospital with his actuators reattached.

Unfortunately for him, Acedia would come back once more to try and check in on how he was doing.. only to find he had gone missing and his window shattered with markings along the side of the building.

And Because Of That:

Acedia picked up a sense-- a familiar one.. one that brought back the dread from that night. She tracked him down back to Oscorp. Finding the entrance shattered and many people fleeing and screaming.. She needed to act fast before someone got hurt.

Using the elevator and even scrambling up the side of the building, she made it to the top. The boss's office floor. She looked inside and narrowly avoided an object being thrown at the window, shattering it completely. Shouting and crashing came from inside and she hurried in quickly before things escalated further. Witnessing the sight of Otto in some new clothes, hovering in the air with the help of his actuators. Two of which were around Norman Osborn, his boss.

From what Otto was saying Acedia knew she had to be fast. Shouting herself and gaining the confused attention of Otto and Norman. Part of her felt this was a bad idea, but she knew it was the right thing to do if it meant saving a life (oh, if only she knew). She was quick again to dodge a mechanical arm zipping toward her, bounding back in response with her words to try and coax Otto to leave Norman alone.. bad idea.

He dropped Norman, which was her intention, but he soon and very quickly rushed toward her, she scrambled quickly out the window and down to the nearest open window on the lower levels. He chased after her.

And Because Of That:

The chase was exhausting for both parties involved, but eventually Acedia was able to talk Otto out of whatever mental state he was in. Otto piecing together who she was and realizing who Acedia was-- the one who had saved him that night. He broke down in tears and apologies. He didn't know anymore what he was doing and she did what she could to console him, offering him a hug. He was hesitant but quickly accepted it.. he really needed this. Kind words and a warm embrace.

Otto apologized for everything he'd done, for causing such trouble.. and for ruining Acedia's costume. He offered to make it up to her, telling her of where he lived and to drop by sometime to visit and to discuss what he can do for her, to repay her. Acedia agreed, but asked he write it down so she could remember.

She was nervous, as always, when she had dropped by, but after some time together she relaxed and opened up a bit. She and Otto worked together and came up with a new costume for her to wear as a thank you gift. He insisted she didn't need to do anything more for him to pay him back, saving his life like she had was more than enough.

Until Finally:

A different man in Otto’s life sprung up not too long after, causing trouble and attacking the same man Otto had before. Acedia, still unaware but slowly growing a bad feeling about Norman Osborn, took it upon herself to once more try and help him, save him.

Little did she know, this next fight would be at her disadvantage. How could she fight someone who could fly when she, herself, was incapable and afraid of heights? Using her new vine shooter tool she was at least able to gain his attention-- unfortunately, she felt more like a sitting cloth in an open canopy than she has ever felt before with a flying predator swooping in.

The fight was luckily resolved by Otto finding her and using the actuators on his back to stop the man attacking her.. The man turned out to be Otto’s closest friend and business partner. He’d been distressed ever since he came back from a business trip a week ago unable to contact or find Otto, believing that Norman had done something to him-- and killed him. Adrian, Acedia now learns, is beyond relieved that Otto was alive and well.. Well. Mostly. aside from the arms now fused to his body, but that’s a story for another day. Otto will explain everything to Adrian later.

Despite what Adrian had done to her that night, Acedia willingly drops by to check on the older man, concerned about him, which surprises Adrian. However, he accepts her company and apologizes for how he acted and all. She continues to visit on occasion, bringing Otto along, too.

And Since That Day:

Acedia’s life may have changed, but it’s not so bad. She’s gained two new friends, a “grandpa” and a partner. Her life has definitely gotten more exciting just as she had always wanted, the monotony is no more and she’s doing a lot better mentally and.. despite everything that’s happened, she's happy.

More things have occurred since then, however, and with Otto as her partner in fighting crime and Adrian’s occasional aid, she’s able to handle whatever comes her way a lot better. Fighting crime, saving people, and solving some mysteries in her own little way.. And befriending some bad guys along the way.

#Ghostie mumbles #//long post #spidersona #tagging so I don't lose this sdkfjhdsf #I do not think I can write everything as a fic but I mean. this works I guess #I actually tweaked this since the last post mentioning it. it's uhh.. longer. oops.

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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q u i e t | csi miami ; t. speedle

|| taglist,babes + req rules + send ?s + masterlist + kinktober masterlist ||

** graphics made by me courtesy of pinterest + google image search. The list of prompts provided so generously by @the-purity-pen -huge thanks, y'all please go check them out. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 ; 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢

Summary ;

--- trying to stay quiet in your childhood home.. with your parents present. this will be easy, right?

Pairing ;

Tim Speedle x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, pinv - unprotected, body fluids, emphasis on reader / Tim trying to stay quiet so sounds will be overexaggerated, use of pet names (male and female ones ; baby, doll, princess, babe ), dry humping if you squint, oral sex - female receiving / male giving, lots of biting and marking, etc, teasing, holy shit.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my csi miami/vegas/ny taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@beardedbarba - this all your brainchild.. remember that prompt you mentioned a month ago? yeah.. this is inspired by that. @calmcoast@justmeandanoverdrive@uncrownedmox

The bed in your old bedroom is so much smaller than you remember it being. Tim slips into it behind you after he’s finished his shower and you sigh in content as his arm slips around your waist and his lips dance across your shoulders. He chuckles softly and this prompts you to roll over so that you’re lying on your side and you face him in the small bed. The creak from the mattress as you roll over facing him has both of you snickering quietly. You slip a leg over his hip and he presses a kiss against your lips.

“What was so funny, hm?” you ask, pouting in the darkness. Tim smirks at you as his hands start to roam over your sides, one of them settling against your hip. When you wiggle around to get closer, it causes you to rub yourself right against the way he’s starting to strain at thin pajama bottoms and you bite back a whine.

“Nothin, it’s just.. This,” he gestures to the room you’re currently lying in together, “Is not how I pictured your old bedroom, darlin.” and he chuckles again, a husky sound that hangs in the air for about half a seconds. You stick out your tongue.

Tim is in a playful mood tonight. Maybe it’s got everything to do with the current situation being one of his old fantasies that hung around after his teenage years were long gone, maybe it’s the fact that you’re the girl he’s going to spend the rest of his life with, maybe it’s both. You both said you were going to try to be on your best behavior, but right now, best behavior is the last thing you want.

“You’re feeling playful tonight.” you gasp as Tim’s hand slips up the bottom of the shirt you borrowed from him to sleep in. His hand settles against your bare cunt and he bites back a groan, his gaze fixing on you. “I’m not the one sleepin’ without panties, baby girl.” he points out, a taunting huskiness to his voice when he locks eyes with you. “I thought we said we weren’t gonna…” he’s touching you all over, his hand rubbing and squeezing your cunt as you rock yourself against it before you even stop to consider just how much noise your old mattress makes or the fact that your parents are night owls and right now, at this very moment, they’re watching the 11 o’clock news downstairs in the living room.

It’s kind of hot, the thought of Tim screwing you in your old bed, bodies tangled for hours in your old Care Bears bed sheets -that of course, your mother left on your bed to troll you, most likely. And when you rock yourself against him after turning so that your ass is pressed right against his semi-hard cock, he bites back a groan and his hands squeeze both your hip and your cunt as he presses himself into you from behind a little better as he laughs against the shell of your ear, “Do y’ really want all your stuffed animals to see what I wanna do t’ you, baby girl?”

“P-please.” you moan out, the sound seems to echo and as you rock against him again with more force, the bed frame creaks, this makes you freeze just slightly. Then you’re thinking about it and laughing at yourself. “Tim, please.” you beg all over again. “I know we said we wouldn’t..” you whine as you rock yourself into him even more, “but I want it so bad.” you moan out the words, both of you freezing when you think you hear footsteps out in the hallway.

His hand starts to rub your dripping sex again and if you thought it was throbbing before, it’s so much worse now. He nips at your earlobe and chuckles quietly. “Think you can stay quiet?” he’s almost taunting you and the look in his eyes when he rolls you so that you’re laying on your back and gazing up at him, it’s so playful like he’s teasing you. Challenging you to stay quiet. Something tells you already that he’s going to see to it that you can’t.

And this is a side of him that you haven’t seen often. He’s playful and teasing.

“If it means you’ll give me what I want,..” you roll over to face him and beg as you grab his face with your hands so that his mouth crashes against yours all over again. The bed frame lets out several long and loud creaks in the darkness of the bedroom and both of you share a look as you freeze yet again when you hear the toilet down the hall flush and footsteps make their way past your bedroom door.

Tim starts to move down your body, settling himself between your thighs as he wraps his arms around them to hold you open. His tongue drags over the insides of your thigh slowly and when his teeth sink in, leaving a harsh bite against your soft and wet flesh, you just barely manage to stop the high pitched whine short so that it leaves your mouth in a quieter one. Your fingers catch in his hair and you tug as his tongue drags up your throbbing sex, circling your clit, teasing until you have to pull his hair harder like he loves. You’re already so vocal, quiet whimpers and moans as he buries his tongue inside your cunt, fingers joining it a few seconds later. You’re trying to fuck yourself against his tongue but his hand catches hold of your hip, holding you against the bed so your movement is limited.

“Tim, I–” you whine, back arching away from the bed as he chuckles against your clit and the husky sound sends a jolt racing through your entire being, your toes beginning to dig against the printed bedsheets. “Yeah, doll?” he questions and you can hear the amusement in his tone when he chuckles again after a second or two. “Shh..” he taunts, his tongue and fingers burying deeper inside of you after he’s done leaving a string of bite marks and love bites on the inside of your thigh while bucking himself against the bed.

His cock is hard enough that it hurts and any friction is better than none until he’s finally inside of you. You whine out loud when you feel his tongue form the first letter of his first name against your sensitive and throbbing cunt. By the time he reaches the O, you’re almost shaking, barely holding on and you know you’re not nearly as quiet as you promised you’d be. But you also know by the smirk you can feel against your pelvic mound that this is exactly what Tim was hoping for, he wanted to make you a little louder, maybe even scream for him once or twice. It’s a rush for both of you, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t.

“C’mon doll, I can feel y’ tense up.. Let go, will ya?” he coaxes, your first orgasm shattering through you after he’s spelled out his name between your thighs and you’ve barely managed to keep from moaning even louder. If you could, you’d scream for him right now, that’s how good it feels when he gets like this and tries to draw everything out. And the fact that you’re both trying not to be loud or obvious only makes things feel heightened.

He glances up at you, your juices and his saliva glistening on his mouth and chin as he licks his lips.

You’re raising up carefully to grip his chin and crash your mouth against his, the taste of you heavy on your tongue as you pull him into a deep kiss. “It’s my turn.” you mumble. Tim chuckles and shakes his head, rutting himself into you as he comes up from between the sheets and gently shoves you back down against the mattress, burying his cock inside of you.

“Tomorrow night, alright? I just… Fuck, darlin.. I gotta be inside you.” he groans out against the shell of your ear as he starts to fuck into you slow and steady, an arm raised in a vain effort to keep the headboard from slamming against the wall with each thrust. The quiet creaking of the mattress sounds like it’s loud enough to wake the dead in the now silent house and both of you are fully aware that your parents have just turned off the television downstairs to come up to their own room for bed. As their footsteps make haste past your old bedroom door, Tim goes still inside you and you try to move a little, making him groan against your neck as his lips latch on. “Easy, baby girl.” he coaxes, sinking in to the hilt but going still all over again as the bathroom door down the hall creaks open and a sliver of light slips in through the crack in the bedroom door. You’re kissing and sucking his neck, your soft whines against his skin making him chuckle. “Baby, you really want it, hm?” he asks, starting to move. Slowly at first, almost painfully so. Your walls squeezing his cock has him growling against the shell of your ear softly as he tells you just how he can’t wait to fill you full.

The more he talks and the slower, deeper he fucks into you, the wetter you get, the lewd slosh as his cock slips in and buries with each deep thrust making him feral. You’re whining again, and it’s getting louder with each steady thrust he makes into you. He’s kissing you and biting at your neck gently, your fingers are digging into his shoulder and dragging over his scalp and it’s just too much when combined with the way your walls vise his thick length so he goes still.

“Love you, princess.”

“Love you too, baby.. Don’t stop don’tstoppleasedon’t..” you’re begging him to move again because you were so close to your second orgasm and all you want is for him to allow it. He chuckles because he can feel the way you’re tense beneath him. “Gonna cum for me again, baby girl?” he coaxes, almost teasing you as he starts to fuck into you all over again, slower -with each stroke nearly bringing his length all the way out only to slam back into your cunt deeper, tip brushing the spongy soft of your g-spot every other stroke because he’s getting a huge kick out of the way you’re trying so hard not to cum for him just yet and he’s determined to make you, one way or another.

“Tim, fuck..” you whine in need.

“C’mon, baby, you know what I want.” he coaxes, his mouth crashing against yours as your orgasm rips through you a second time, and kissing you only slightly deafens the moan that comes out of your mouth just a little. Your nails drag over his shoulders only to curl against muscle and dig in, leaving crescent imprints against his skin as he starts to fuck into you harder and deeper, bottoming out with every stroke as he fights off his own orgasm and grips the headboard to keep it from smashing up against the wall. But he can’t hold off much longer.

“Gonna..” he growls out against the top of your breast as his mouth latches against soft skin, “Gonna cum, fuck..” he groans as his cock starts to pulse, his seed painting your walls white as he covers your face, neck and chest in kisses, clumsy out of tempo thrusts to fuck him right through his orgasm before he goes still against you and kisses the top of your forehead.

“Have you ever…” he questions, making you blush and giggle as you shake your head no. “Nope.. I mean, aside from getting myself off a few times in college..” and your answer has Tim grinning in the darkness as he positions himself in the too-small bed behind you, neither of you even attempting to bother getting redressed as sleep settles in for both of you…

#tim speedle #tim speedle imagine #tim speedle smut #tim speedle fanfiction #tim speedle x fem!reader #<- minors absofuckinlutely not. this is a general warning for all my adult content.#<- please read all warnings above before proceeding.#-> female reader ; vague description (female parts)#tppkinktober2022 #kinktober2022 #kinktober22 #kinktober 22 #kinktober 2022

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General AU summary: the weather took a drastic turn (global warming or smthn) and so now there’s random weather shit happening all over the world (ranging in severity, but as the years go on it gets worse and worse). This spider goes all across America (not just NY) helping/saving/stabilizing shit. Unlike other AUs, the classic Spider-Man villains aren’t people, they’re the weather. Piper, this world’s arachnid, took it upon himself to name the bouts of weather that he encounters; Doctor Octopus is a tsunami, Electro is a thunderstorm, etc..

Name: Piper Picolo

Gender: trans male

From: New York City, NY

Age: 17

Height: 5’1

Job: Spider-Man (duh)

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PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair: Black

Skin Color: White

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MY OTHER HEADCANONS ABOUT PIPER

- [ ] Pronouns: he/him

- [ ] Gay

- [ ] English-Canadian

-his family moved to the US when he was 5

- [ ] Eats whatever bro can find

- [ ] Became Spider-Man at 15

- [ ] When staff from the Bronx Zoo came for a fun little presentation one of the spiders unknowingly escaped and went to the science lab where it knocked over a concoction of the really sketchy chemistry teacher

-the spider then crawled up Piper’s leg as they passed the classroom as school let out

-Piper then got bit and boom: spider powers

-when he discovered he had powers Piper hid it from his foster family

- [ ] Piper lived with Aunt June and Uncle Brent because his parents got arrested for child neglect, endangerment, and other charges

- [ ] Aunt June and Uncle Brent gave their lives to save Piper when the first bout of weird weather made their house catch on fire

-they protected Piper with their bodies

-Piper escaped with some pretty bad burns that would eventually scar

-he then lived in foster care where he was bitten by the spider a month later

- [ ] A bit of the ‘tism

- [ ] Has a pet pigeon

-he named it Reginald Winston

- [ ] Gets all the traditional spider powers except he produces his own webs

-like Tobey Maguire’s spider-man

- [ ] Sleep deprived

- [ ] His suit is colored after June and Brent’s favorite colors

- [ ] Rarely talks because he has no one to talk to

- [ ] Touch starved

- [ ] After two years of being Spider-Man the Spot popped up out of nowhere and used him as a shield

-he was then stuck between Spot and four other spider people (Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie)

-after staring at each other Piper elbows the Spot in the face

-he helped the crew fight off the Spot until he fled into another dimension

-he then got dragged to the spider verse

- [ ] Comments a lot in his head because he never had anyone to say them to

- [ ] Sarcastic

- [ ] Shy when he meets new people that he has to spend more than ten seconds talking to but after he warms up he’s a chatterbox

- [ ] He’s the National Neighborhood Spider-Man

- [ ] Long and messy hair because he has no hairbrush (where tf would he find one)

-if he needs to cut his hair he just uses a shard of glass

- [ ] Terrible fashion sense

- [ ] Burn marks covering the right side (his left) of the face, arms, legs, and side

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Incorrect Quotes

Piper: We got a free day now. What do you wanna do? Eat? Sleep? Nap? Snack?

Piper: I just wanted to say that over the years, I have come to regard you as… people I met.

Piper at the beginning of the weather apocalypse: I just learned a way to get stuff on the cheap. Steal it!

Piper: The shadow realm? No, I’m sending you to Ohio!

Piper: The last time I went to an urgent care clinic, I checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies.

Piper: I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I'm under.

#spidersona #spiderman #spider man #original character #atsv #spider man across the spider verse #oc #Piper Picolo #spiderverse

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kpophubb · 1 year

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Morning hon,

Wahhhhh u make my day yesterday such a blast

I’ll be honest I was “daydreaming” about the poem & 🌹🤭🤭🤭 Soooo cute pls ….yeah 💓thank you giving me this fantasy & letting me to picture this 🙈🌹💓🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧

The party <> yes yes Guy is totally welcomed , tbh he was my first bias and I feel like if I would be someone from txt I would be Beomgyu 😅😂 he’s even same personality with me (before ) but I always fell for ENFJ man 🥰 I feel like they r just so funny , and I remember looong time ago before mbti thing there was this test “who’s your type” and my was like adventurer and I think it’s exactly enfj

also I love the way you talk (WayV just entered the room ) the first paragraph omg🥰🥰🥰🥰 you know how good it feels to be on a same page with someone , thank you for this ❤️

my NY resolutions Ah I feel so dumb-ish.. I was trying to sit down yesterday & think about them , journal you know but here still haven’t … thank you for sharing yours 🥺🌟 those are good ones 🌟🌟

as for Heath & body / dream body smth u hv mention we could do something together Cz it feels like it is my resolution from year to year 🔁🙈🙊

thank you for caring about me💞

I watched very interesting movie yesterday “Megan” I feel like when I was a kid I also wanted a toy like that , and I see many writers use this as a plot and I think there is a movie or something but adult-ish ver with like doll robot boyfriend/ girlfriend . Have you seen any ? I can’t remember the names :/

My day is a total disaster nothing I was expecting earlier .

It’s just mind blowing . The worst place I have been to in my entire life. It’s like you want to have a good experience, pay money for it and got shit treatment , I’m still here and I’m so bored 🥱 I wanna be saved 😂😭🤭😂😂😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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Good evening baby love 🥺🖤🫶🏻

I’m very sorry for replying so late,, as you might have seen me talking in the other asks I’m very sick atm. <|3

Hehe im glad I could make your day! 💖🤲🏻 I love imagining kpop scenarios too..esp when it’s with a friend with a different bias so I imagine us to be on this double date thing lol..😭😍

haha aww..you find the way I talk adorable? Now that makes me feel shy 🙈👉🏻👈🏻 I’m also glad we share the same enfj personality cause understanding is so so important in every sort of relationship and us experiencing same kinda emotions makes us bond deeper !

It’s okay hun, I’ll wait to hear your new year resolutions! <3 and mhm, I like exercising a lot? It’s not like I ever wear any revealing clothes, I’m that girl you see who always wears baggy clothes and likes being more “cool” than “cute” ahah😭💔?? I like doing it for me. I love how it brings me confidence and makes me feel active and improves my mental health and confidence. I struggled a lot w body image insecurities when I was younger, so instead of mopping about it, I took the problem in my hand and decided to solve it by doing sth about it. After all, at the end you only got you. ✨

I’m not a very movie person …¿ I’m very sorry if I come off as boring but </3 I don’t really watch a lot of movies or tv series. Right now I’m watching a Netflix show called “Ginny & Georgia” and it seems fun!🤩

#mia’s asks #stay 💌#🐁 anonie

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So what cards to use?

Serpent comes back. Dove is flying.

Mission impossible.

Mother, i’m afraid.

It’s the cir_cle🎶 the circle of li_fe.

Is this what you need dear?

What is it that i owe?

A crow is where violence ensues. Harm. Death. The distant is closed in the now. With it all intent from the external. It means loss. Ravens well. Are a little more human. We say that its time. Prepare yourself. Its a hit. But when it happens with complexicity. You know extra attention is paying name. And i always fail. I don’t listen. The external wont leave me be. Im sorry if your trying to help me. You are the best moments of my life. And i look to you. And i know theres love. Its too bad that word is so god damned contaminated with bs. That one is afraid to say it. It not being hyped. Its always hyped. Its always spelt with a capital letter. People are stupid.

And im an alien.

As is the dragon. Not American. It’s not attached to all that sin bs that american dragons are. Its more of a Japanese dragon. A mix of creatures. As is the spirit. Here less formed to that of an image of man. Same goes for the hindu’s description of life. Foe whatever that god’s name is. I like it.

The dove is tied with the dragon here as positive social involving strong and confident eye contact. Which creates a bit of a stir between two. And engages active participation. All unease is vacant. And trust on a leaF of fate. Not knowing where the wind will blow.

All life does. Is attack it. Attack attack attack. Attack. Bleed. Attack.

Randy’s Japanese toilet.

Ok so now im changing partners. With the little effeminate foreigner. I still lose. Still on script. Ugh.

Ok fine ill go full woman.

I font need to have any initiative i can be a lazy worker.

Il’ fuck the next guy that cums on to me. Go back to beign eight again. Maybe itll be his brother. I want a strong body pressed up behind me. Take care of me. Do nice things for me. And you can own me. Its all i know anyway. Being owned. They ain’t going to stop. Might as well. You’re no stranger. Give in to the lie. Maybe they’ll leave you alone. And stop hurting you. Give up the dream of ever having a family. Theres is no mother. There is no father. There is only childhood. Thats all its been for all these last years. Being shipped around. Owed. Beaten. To insanity and then passified. And raped.

May i get off this abusive fucken script now!? How many more peoplw want to line up and take their next turn?

In all those years. All fucken twenty or so only one person ever insisted and asked me what. One person. I. A way that wasnt aggressive or violent. Sll the violence is dtillt here. By ny fucken entourage. Leave me aline i cant fucken do it. Jesus fuck raoe your families.

Oh no! I got pressed and stressed at saying soemthig. Stupid again. Punish me. Build your own excuses.

What can one inject a chromozone into some one?

So i have to sabotage. Bye bye sunshine. Your a fake summer anyway. Still covid. Get out your mask and be conditioned to avoid everyone. And live the hermit.

Now i got some more cigs to smoke. Odd’y enough my lung isnt hurting. Chain smoked a pack. Scrounging butts. Alright. Oo card lets start my new life as estranged. While i wait on the in reasing depressiob to knowck me out of functionality again. Back yo square one and 20 more years of vegetation while being mistreated. Maybe ill goninsane again and i can get raped and passified again. For the miliionth time.

So the next p’ace i go to you gonna send other girls to sexuàlly harrass me and after i take the proper steps victimize me as the villain. Its becoming repetative. Where your imagination?

No stay home. What? Look dispointed im grttingg fucked with and now im sick. Look disapoited. What the fuck ever nan.

Im going back to bed and wait to see if im a member og the health and safety commity. Its its not just an insult. To have that posted now. The second i wàk inside i start choking almost puking little poor sleep coupelf with chain smoking an fthe recent griup endeavered fucking with me. Im out. Ok. Fyck off.

Consodering the union rep. Is best froends witha drug dealee. Doesnt inspire too mych confidence or trust. Oh no! Im intimidated. Or the drug dealer spazzing out and cowering everytime i raise my gand to through a peice of paper in the trash or the hippy mexican guy eho also told me he was a drug dealer. Both freak out. And engrandize my negaitve reactions. And yet. Im the one who gets hit by them. Yeah. Ok. Fuck you. Think im going to go all full core serioal killer violent on yous. What. Ao and then i get damage for the dame behavior others have done unto my all my life? Yeha ok. Sure why not. Its the guy driving hi s wife to the hospital that gets pulled over by the cops. While the drunk driver ahead of them. Keeps going. Serrounded by criminals victimizing me into being punished. Yap. Fuck life.

Of course im being herded. Who else whould i chose to work with. Within the limited options available. Its not me choice. It was already mande for me. Fuck rhe foreigners is probably a bigger criminal than the others combined gor all i k ow.

Born in a life serrounded by criminals. No wonder my dragon gets raped.

« As wise as a serpent. And as harmless as a dove. « the bible. Uh, isnt that cool. I just saw that on greyhound. That was good movie. I watched it twice. Today. But thatd life. You find yoru way and then they rape it. And dump it out. Reaving with hatred. And rhen you need to be corrwcted while the laugh at you. Well that’s how i was raided atleast.

Im going to go massage my prostate with the hand’e of my toilet plunger. Later.

Oh no, easter id comming another holiday. Thats means another collective fuck you to me.

No iill try and go see Mother therapist once inknow i own my own life. And aint consistently p’aced with the criminal or the degenerate.

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fun fact: for danny fenton to be a 14 year old freshman in high school now, he would not have been alive during the series' original runtime

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just watched the new she hulk episode. where'd matt's sad bisexual swag go

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danny is the only real halfa send tweet

“now parker,” you may be crying, “that simply isn’t true! what about vlad and danielle?”

well be prepared! because i am about to tell you!

you may also be asking “gee parker, why the fuck do you care?”

well dear reader, it’s because i’m a nerd

anyways

so, the only real definition canon gives us for what a halfa is when poindexter calls danny “half a ghost, half alive”

that’s paraphrased but you get the picture

so, let’s define the concept of being alive

the astrobiology section of nasa’s website says that for something to be truly and scientifically considered alive, it must have “cellular organization, the ability to reproduce, growth & development, energy use, homeostasis, response to their environment, and the ability to adapt”

i’ll admit that there is no way of proving a couple of these because there isn’t an episode where they show us if danny would still be able to adapt after getting electrocuted, but i’m going to take a wild guess and say yeah probably

but how do we go about defining ghost in the context of the series?

i’m going to ignore butch hartman’s shitty definition as well as i ignore the rest of his terrible ideas because stfu about your “monsters from another dimension” headcanon, poindexter and desiree and the dairy king were all definitely alive at some point

so let’s use the actual literal merriam-webster definition

ghost : a disembodied soul–especially the soul of a dead person believed to be an inhabitant of the unseen world or to appear to the living in bodily likeness

so it basically means the metaphorical heart, soul, and consciousness of a dead human being taking the form of their own body

(they are dead. they have died. they were alive at some point, but they are not anymore. remember that, it’s important to my argument)

halfas don’t have a definition because they aren’t real and aren’t a widespread concept and canon doesn’t really give us one aside from poindexter’s comment, so i’m going to make one up

halfas are essentially creatures that are both dead and alive at the same time. they are schrodinger’s species, neither human nor ghost, but rather both of them occurring at the same time. they need to fit the criteria for being alive AND for being dead.

so basically if the definitions for being alive and for being a ghost don’t apply to them at the same time, they aren’t a halfa

feel free to contest this definition since i thought of all of this on my 20 minute walk home, but i think it’s sound enough for now

looking at it, however, only one of the 3 canon halfas can fit this description: danny

all the halfas came about in different ways, but i’m going to start at the beginning for format’s sake

vlad is typically what we consider to be the first halfa, which is only semi-true

yes, he was the first canon character to have any sort of whatever in the same ballpark as danny, but he doesn’t meet the qualifications for a halfa

vlad got his powers from getting ectoacne after getting slapped with energy from the mini prototype portal

we don’t really get as detailed an explanation for the timeframe between vlad being hospitalized and vlad mastering his powers, but i think it’s pretty safe to assume he didn’t turn into a ghost instantly like danny did

he also says that it took him years to master his powers and figure out what they all were, while it only took danny a little over a year at most

this is a long winded way of saying that vlad did not necessarily die

vlad’s powers are, for lack of a better word, an infection, something that is part of him that he cannot get rid of, but will eventually consume and possibly kill him

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i think my obsession with secret identity reveals stemmed from watching that one episode of wordgirl where everyone in the town except for wordgirl and her friend are mind controlled and she punches a star through a brick wall to save him as a kid

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May 29th

I love going to the gym. If you asked me a couple years ago, I would not have dreamed of going to the gym. It would’ve been too overwhelming then and it’s still overwhelming now. However, something changed where I decided I wanted to look ‘better’, be ‘stronger’, and inevitably be ‘happier’. This reminds me of self-evaluation and the motivation to improve the self. Those in North American countries, such as I, have a stronger need to view themselves positively (Heine, 2020). As a child, I didn’t need to do anything to think I was the best at everything. Without going to the gym, doing homework, or skipping a piano lesson, I still thought I was very athletic, very smart, and the best piano player to grace this earth (I’d hate to break it to myself, but I really wasn’t). This ties into the study discussed in the book where European-American and Mexican-American children had to determine who had the positive characteristics among pictures of children, where a photo of themselves was included. 92% of the positive characteristics European-American children associated themselves with vs 82% for Mexican-Americans. Though I would still say I am athletic and smart (not so much a piano star), I strive to improve myself a bit more everyday. This may also have to do with people in Western cultures wanting to see themselves as unique, as was discussed in a previous discussion forum where Western culture describes themselves with traits that distinguish themselves from others (Heine, 2020). So on top of wanting to be unique I want to continue to better those unique traits.

Heine, S.J. (2020). Cultural psychology, 4rd Edition. New York, NY: W.W. Norton.

May 31st

Ever since I got an Apple Watch, I have become obsessed with checking my heart rate. I check it all the time. If my heart rate is normal (70 bpm), or even a bit lower, then I applaud myself for being calm and mellow. It is a feeling of relief because often when I check it, it’s pretty high (85-110 bpm). I like to decipher why my heart rate is so high and it makes me be more in tune with how I’m feeling because sometimes I’m excited and sometimes I’m completely stressed out. I now associate this practice with Schacter-Singer’s two-factor theory of emotions. They discuss how you interpret your physical sensations to figure out how you are feeling and associate an emotion with the feeling and situation (Heine, 2020). Their example follows the first theory of emotions where James-Lange decided that if we were in danger such as a bear chasing us, we would run away to survive and our emotions signal that behavior, including a high heart rate. Schacter-Singer argued that it’s not just the body in tune with emotions but also the mind and a high heart rate can indicate many things such as earlier when I would figure out whether I was anxious, excited, in lust or love as Schacter-Singer described. Though both theories of emotions are key to understanding the evolution of psychological processes regarding emotions, I resonate more with the two-factor theory as a high heart rate does not necessarily mean danger and my survival instincts do not need to kick in the way they may if I encounter a bear (I’m also in the city so I’d be hard-pressed to find a bear).

Heine, S.J. (2020). Cultural psychology, 4rd Edition. New York, NY: W.W. Norton.

June 3rd

I have been wanting to travel the world for some time now. Some things have been holding me back from doing that. First of all, I’m utterly broke (I’m a struggling student after all). Second of all, I have been afraid. Afraid that I will enter a new country with new cultures and I will not fit in. I will struggle with their languages, daily practices, and it certainly will not look like it does in the movies. Taking trips like this in this particular context would be short-term. Some people pick up and move to new countries with new cultures for the rest of their life. Acculturation is adapting to a new cultural environment and it can be a scary thing, especially if it’s for the long-term (Heine, 2020). How someone will experience acculturation is not conclusive because people immigrate for a multitude of reasons. Some people are immigrating for work and some people are escaping war, some are traveling a great distance to the host country and some don’t have to travel far (Heine, 2020). Another thing is that some immigrants will not have to acculturate as much as others because some people are close to their current culture or are living in close proximity to others of their culture in their host country. Other people have to acculturate greatly because the cultural differences are so great or they are being actively discriminated against so they feel they must adapt to the cultural differences (Heine, 2020). Moral of the story: I need to get over myself and my fears because acculturation is the reality of many and a few days in a new environment is an opportunity to learn more about those cultures.

Heine, S.J. (2020). Cultural psychology, 4rd Edition. New York, NY: W.W. Norton.

June 8th

Sometimes people annoy me. But not like a normal sort of annoyance, rather the kind where you envision punching them in the face or yelling at them to shut up sort of annoyance. Of course, I would never do such a thing because I am not a violent person but it certainly isn’t a very nice thought to have. When a coworker annoyed me to the point of thinking like this, it got me thinking about the immorality of thoughts. The context in which it is discussed in the textbook is one of sexual lust while married but my annoyance is what reminded me of the concept. When Protestant and Jewish people read an excerpt describing how Mr. B. lusts after his coworker while married to his wife, protestants thought that was immoral, Jewish people not so much. Upon being asked about him acting on it, they both agreed that it was very immoral (Heine, 2020). So in my case, some may view my thoughts of wanting to punch my coworker as immoral, but all would see me acting on it as immoral. So whether some thoughts of immoral actions are immoral or not is dependent on the culture and belief systems they employ. But immoral actions that are acted upon are deemed by most to be immoral.

Heine, S.J. (2020). Cultural psychology, 4rd Edition. New York, NY: W.W. Norton.

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I might as well start a TikTok trend Masterlist lmao. But not a request, but I saw this the other day and I was dying imagining how the BSD characters would react lol. Let me know if you guys want another character or fandom (I already know I’m bout to do this with the Obey Me boys 😩) Reader is gender neutral!

CW: suggestive/spicy content but no NSFW. The challenge suggests nudity but you’re not naked (even if your man thinks you are 💀)

The Towel Prank (Tiktok Trend) with: Dazai, Kunikida, and Atsushi

Dazai

So you two were just goofing off getting ready to go to bed. You just “got out of the shower” and was doing stupid stuff with him in the bathroom mirror: making faces, dancing, anything obnoxious that was making you both laugh

He was too distracted by your beauty to really ask why you had your phone out, but thought that you’re just saving this to look back on later as fun memories. He was playing right along with you-

Until you snATCHED YOUR TOWEL OPEN WITH THE PHONE POINTING RIGHT AT YOU-

His face morphed from smiling to in shock so QUICK

Remember how he looked in BSD Wan when Atsushi gave him flowers? That’s what he looked like lmao

“BELLADONNA NO!”

Cue you being bearhugged and almost tackled to the ground, with his back facing your phone

You have never seen him move so fast in your life before

He would have wrapped you in his trench coat if he still had it on

When he expected to feel bare skin, he only felt…material?

And how you’re nearly in tears laughing at him while still being in his arms. He realizes now that you’ve planned this, that he’s been pranked

Now Dazai has never been one to be pranked, let alone tricked like this. He can’t have you one-upping him like this! So if it’s a prank war you want, he’ll be more than happy to oblige. But first-

You’re already getting up and reaching for your phone when he grabbed it before you, oddly quiet. “Oh c’mon Osamu you aren’t really mad at me are you? You gotta admit that it was a little funNY-“

You didn’t realize how severe the consequences of your actions were until you dropped on your shared bed with him towering over you

“You didn’t really think you would tease me like this and get away with it, do you?”

If that devious smirk was anything to go by, you’re gonna be in for a long night

Bonus: he definitely pulls the same prank on you, but instead in front of everyone and blames it on you! :D

You deal with a very angry Kunikida

Kunikida

He was not paying you any attention, instead just writing in his notebook as always, more than likely about work. It was finally time to relax for the both of you, and this is what he wanted to do?

Well that’s about to change

You have something that’ll get his attention no problem

Even when you set your phone up pointing right in his direction, he didn’t stop writing. Yeah that’s about to change real soon

Walking in front of him with nothing but a towel and looking back at him, he just sighed and shook his head, “Listen dear, I told you to give me five more minutes and then I’ll indulge you in whatever you want to do, and you whining isn’t going to change that.” And he still didn’t look up!

Looks like it’s time for drastic measures

“Fine. Looks like I have to give my attention elsewhere then.”

“(Y/N) what are you going on abo-”

It didn’t fully click to him that you’re only in a towel and he had to do a double take when it did. He felt his heart stop when you unraveled it with the camera sitting right there-

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

When I tell you that he launched himself at you

He was latching onto you like a spider monkey with the reddest face, trying to cover your whole body with his while

Idk if you guys remember this show called Hole in the Wall where they had to match the pose or fall in the water? He’s posing like that trying to cover you

Well your plan worked- his notebook was forgotten!

Bad news: he didn’t find it funny when it was revealed you had clothes on underneath. Relieved, but not amused, and his anger was steady rising the more you laughed

Which lead to now: him still latching onto you in bed, not having said a word since. His idea of a punishment (which it really wasn’t to you), hold you until you tire yourself out because he is so terrified that you’ll do something even more drastic if he lets you go

And he was already planning on holding you anyway once he was done writing, but of course your impatience got the best of you

“Oh Doppo-”

“Absolutely not. Since you showed that you can’t be without supervision, this is your punishment. I can’t write in my notebook peacefully, so you can’t go around causing mayhem. And you finally got what you wanted: my attention, correct?”

“Well, yeah but-”

“Alright then. Now go to sleep, you’ve already given me a headache.”

“But I’m not-"

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

He really didn’t let you go for the whole night, but this was fine. You liked being in each other arms any way

Also he watches you like a hawk every time you’re either on the app or using your camera. He does not trust you and that “abomination” together

Atsushi

Poor guy was just minding his business when you decided to do what you always do: cause chaos

You set up your phone and called your loving boyfriend into the room, claiming that you want to show him something exciting. He came in and was already blushing when he saw you in the towel, and his heart rate skyrocketed when he saw your phone recording

You aren’t about to do what he think you are…right? He’s just jumping to conclusions!…right?

“Um…honey, why are you recording- and why don’t you have clothes on yet?”

“Because of THIS-”

You have never heard him scream so loud before, you’re pretty sure he cracked a mirror and all of your windows. But that wasn’t what got you, no-

He ACTIVATED HIS ABILITY

His arms (now as a weretiger) were trying to cover you while also getting you away from your phone. You’re grateful for his quick reflexes but also scared that he’s gonna faint at any second

He scanned over your clothed body to make sure he didn’t scratch you on accident- wait, clothed?! And why are you laughing?!

“What the hell?! That wasn’t funny you know, I thought you were really…”

As cute as Atsushi’s pout is, you didn’t want him to be upset, so you grabbed your phone and stopped the video. He looked more embarrassed than anything, so you had the perfect way to apologize to him

Crawling in his lap and peppering his face with one kiss after the next, you felt his resolve breaking bit by bit. You knew you were forgiven when he tightened his grip around your waist-

“Let me make it up to you At-su-shi~”

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The Fraction of Innocence.

**Gif Not Mine**

Anon Requested: 10, 16, and 25 for the smutty prompts thing!!!

10: “were you just touching yourself?” ‘yeah, what are you donna do about it?’

16: “the only way you are gonna get off is on my thigh.”

25: “she may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s hand cuffs and gags.”

Pairings: SpencerXReader

Rating: M, (This is very explicit.)

Words: 4K

Warnings: NSFW!!! 18+ (Dom!Spencer, BDSM overtones, sexual conduct, fingering, bondage, etc.)

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Spencer thinks Y/N is an innocent, naive girl until a case reveals her extracurricular activities.

Spencer had been back from jail for 2 months when he first met her.

At first he didn’t think anything of her, other than the faint smell of vanilla and daisy as she walked past him in the bullpen and the bright smile that seemed to take up half her face. She was carrying files close to her chest like a schoolgirl late to class and the skirt of her white dress bellowed softly behind her as she made her way to Emily’s office.

“Who is that?” He had asked.

Luke looked up to where Spencer’s gaze was. “Oh, that’s Y/N, she's a tech analyst helping Penelope out right now. She’s sweet, you’ll like her.”

It doesn’t take Spencer long after that to decide he, in fact, does not like you. There was nothing wrong with you. Luke was right, you were sweet, almost sickeningly so. It was like you had no concept of reality. You lived in this world of all sunshine and good things despite the horror that crossed your screen daily. And while Penelope was the same, she at the very least knew how bad the world could be and chose to see the good in it. You didn’t, it was like you’d never had a single bad thing happen to you. And Spencer, who had been dealt the bad hand so many times in life hated that.

It also didn’t help that you were gorgeous too. You looked like an artist sculpted you himself to make the perfect woman. Real People weren’t supposed to look like that. Real people were supposed to have flaws and blisters. Real people were supposed to look tired so early in the morning not fully awake and smiling while handing everyone in the office a coffee. He didn’t understand how you could be real.

“Here you go, Spencer. Americano lots of sugar.” You said, placing the coffee on his desk.

“Thank you.” He mumbles.

“We have a case, by the way.” You giggle, going off to hand Luke his coffee before walking away to the conference room. Spencer was barely able to keep his eye roll at bay.

Luke sees that and laughs, clapping Spencer on the back. “Come on, kid. Play nice.”

“She’s giggling about a murder case.” Spencer grumbles before following him into the conference room.

“3 women have been murdered in Queens. Judging by the scars, they were all bound and strangled before finally being dumped in an alley.” Garcia says, as she goes through the slides, showing the crime scenes. “Police need our help finding the connection between these three women because right now, it looks like there is none.”

“I’d say.” Tara speaks up. “We have a waitress/student, a doctor, and a paralegal. All living in different areas of the city with virtually no reason to interact.”

Spencer looks down at his file, examining the picture when he notices something. Just as he opens his mouth to say something, you clear your throat.

“Umm, Emily?” You say from your seat right across from Spencer. Emily looks up inquisitively at you. “I think I know what connects them.”

“What’s that, Y/N?” Emily asks, raising a brow at her.

You clear your throat again. “Victim #2, Rebecca Belfront, has a Padlock collar necklace on in her second picture. That’s typically used to indicate she’s a submissive with a committed dominant partner. But she wasn’t wearing it when her body was found which makes me think that that relationship recently ended. That made me look at the marks on their arms. While there are some new ones from the murders, they all have faded marks around the wrist and body as well. Leads me to believe the bounding was er-... consensual. We should probably look into New York’s BDSM scene.” You close, smiling awkwardly.

Spencer looks at you in shock. He, of course, had come to the same conclusion you did and had been about to say that but he, at least, knew why he knew that. Why did you know that?

Emily hummed thoughtfully. “It’s worth looking into. Do you mind coming to NY with us? Your insight might be needed.”

You look kind of shocked at that but nod. “Of course, whatever I can do to help.” You say, softly.

“Great, Wheels up in 30.” She says, getting up, effectively ending the meet. Spencer watches you speed after her, files in hand to ask some more questions. Spencer’s walking back to his desk when Luke catches up with him.

“Y/N has a dark side. Who knew?” He says, smirking.

“Probably not.” Spencer muses. “She could’ve just known that. I mean, I just know stuff sometimes too.”

“Nah, I don’t think so. Her body language gave her away. She was flushing and stuttering sure, but she was confident in what she was saying. Almost as if, she was speaking from experience.” Luke laughs. “She may be all lollipops and candy bars here, but I bet behind closed doors, she’s handcuffs and gags.”

Spencer hums. “Maybe.” He says looking up to watch you walk back across the catwalk from Prentiss’ office. Luke was right though, your body language did give you completely away that you were talking from experience. Spencer couldn’t help but wonder just how much.

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When you arrive in New York, You head straight from the jet to the Police Station in Queens. You fiddle with your thumbs a bit, you are nervous.

“You ok?” Spencer says, from his spot in front of the bulletin board he was setting up. You were supposed to be helping him but you knew Spencer was particular about some things so you let him do it. In fact, there were a lot of things you’d let Spencer do. With you, to you, you weren’t picky. The man was gorgeous enough to make you nervous. With his lean muscles, long, fluffy hair, and large hands, he looked like something that walked right out of a wet dream of yours. Which sometimes, he was just that. You weren’t stupid though, you knew Spencer didn’t think of you that way. In fact, you didn’t think Spencer thought of you in any way. He seemed to ignore you anyway he could.

You look up from your laptop. “Oh yea, I’m fine. I’m just...nervous. I’ve never been in the field.”

“Chances are you won’t be, Emily will probably keep you in the Station if she can help it.” Spencer provides.

“I know, it’s just-- you know what I mean.” You say, Spencer nods before returning to the bulletin board. You stand to look at the map with him. “So, from what I was able to find there’s only 3 BDSM clubs in Queens but there’s only one in the middle of where the three women were found. Place called Cat’s Cradle.”

Spencer hums. “How complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is.” You look up at the man, recognizing the quote.

“There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look.” You say back, shrugging.

“You read Vonnegut?” He asks.

“You said that like you’re more surprised that I can read than what I read being Vonnegut.” You say, Spencer shrugs not even denying it. God, he was such a dick sometimes. A hot dick, but a dick nonetheless.

The two of you turn when you hear a knock at the door to see the lead detective coming in to check on you guys. “Just wanted to see how things were coming along. Also see if you guys needed anything?” Though he only directed the question at you with a sly smirk on his face. Men were so obvious sometimes.

“Nope, we’re fine.” You smile although you didn’t want to. “We’ve narrowed down to a couple BDSM clubs so hopefully we’ll catch our guy soon.”

“Wait, you think these girls were…” He trails off. You nod, knowing what he was thinking. “Well, it probably serves them right.”

“Excuse me?” You say.

“Listen, I know what kind of girls go into those kinds of clubs. If they want to be sexual deviants, they can’t be surprised when shit like this happens to them.” He gestures to the board.

“Actually more women are into Dominant/Submissive as well as BDSM relationships than you would think, statistically 85%.” Spencer cuts him off. “These clubs are just commonplace for them to meet like minded people just like you would do in any other club and they should be put on trial after their deaths for trusting the wrong person. If you don’t mind, we’d like to get back to work, Detective.” He says, turning back towards the board. The man nods and leaves shortly after that.

“Thank you.” You say, softly.

“What for?” Spencer asks.

“Come on, I work with profilers and I’m not stupid. I know you guys know about me so thank you for defending me just now.”

“I wasn’t defending you.” Spencer says. “He was making inappropriate comments about victims and we don’t need that outdated way of thinking working on this case. Besides…” He says, eyes flickering down to your lips and back to your eyes. “You’re not the only one with… unconventional extracurriculars.” He turns and walks out after that leaving you watching after him.

What?

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After delivering the profile, you find the Unsub, a man named Ivan Parke. The only thing left to do was find the best way to snuff him out. When the team is discussing the next best course of action. It’s then Luke comes up with the idea.

“We should send Y/N undercover.” He says. “She knows the profile and knows the most about the scene.”

Emily nods. “Is that something you’re comfortable with, Y/N.”

You look up. “Oh, um yea. I’d have to find a different outfit but you have to send someone with me.” You say, everyone looks at you confused so you sigh and explain yourself. “If you send me into a club like this, in a foreign place with no Dom, the Unsub isn’t going to be my only worry. Someone’s going to have to play my dominant.”

“I’ll do it.” Spencer speaks up. Your eyes widened, you were not expecting Spencer to agree to it, you assumed you’d be stuck with Luke. Now you’re going to have to spend the night with the man you’d been crushing on since you started working with the BAU as his submissive. Like that wasn’t a dream come true.

“Great.” Emily says, dismissing everyone and handing you an expense credit card for an outfit. You take it and leave immediately, ignoring the sly look Spencer gives you.

You ended with a short, low-cut black leather dress with tank-like sleeves that showed off your curves and left very little to the imagination. As well as a clear pair of platform heels. You pulled your hair back into a sleek ponytail and you topped the look with your own personal leather choker with a large circle knob in the center. It was one of your favorite pieces to wear though you never really got a chance to wear it unless you were going to clubs, which you didn’t do as often these days. It was an expensive piece sure, but so worth it when you got to wear it. You were doing your makeup a little darker then you usually do in the bathroom when Spencer comes in.

“Is this how you typically look on the weekends?” He asks, standing behind you in the mirror. You look up to look him in the eyes through it.

“If I have the time.” You shrug.

“It’s very different. You’re very different from how I thought you were.”

“And how did you think I was, Spencer?”

“Naive...innocent.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have assumed anything about me.” You say, turning towards the man.

“Maybe you’re right… That’s an expensive piece.” He points out pointing to your choker. “Emily’s going to have fun explaining that at the next budgetary hearing.”

“I didn’t buy it today.” You explain. “It’s mine.”

Spencer hums for a moment before lifting his hand to turn your jaw, examining the piece. You can’t help the way your breath hitches at the contact. Spencer was already so close to you and now he was touching you, it was already starting to be too much. Soon, Spencer is hooking two fingers into the circle knob of your choker and he yanks it. Involuntarily, a whimper falls from your lips, prompting a smirk from the man across from you.

“Tonight’s going to be fun.” He says before leaving you in the bathroom in a state of shock.

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After getting your comms set up by Luke, who tried to avert his eyes from your frame as much as possible, you and Spencer walk into the Cat’s Cradle. Typically you didn’t like the club scene, but you sometimes liked to venture out when looking for a new partner. Cat’s Cradle was definitely different than the other places you had been. Sure it still had the private rooms and the main stage where a scene was happening in front of you but it was a lot more laid back than the ones you went to in DC. Spencer was really enjoying his role too. Probably hamming it up too much because he knew there was a part of you that actually wanted him to. In the end, finding Ivan Parke was easy. He took the bait almost instantly and you were arresting him just as fast.

“Great work tonight guys.” Emily says, when you reach the hotel lobby. “Jet’s leaving at 7AM so make sure to get some rest.” She says, dismissing you.

Now begged a tricky situation because you had almost forgotten you and Spencer were rooming together. As you walked back to the room together the air was thick but both of you were silent. The tension had been building between the two of you since he yanked your choker in the station bathroom. You knew it was a matter of time. The dam had to break.

“You can shower first.” Spencer says. You nod, taking off your choker and grabbing clothes before taking solace in the bathroom. You wanted Spencer and you knew you needed to expedite this. After a much needed shower, you change into your pajama shorts and tank combo. Spencer steps into the shower almost as soon as you leave it. It’s then that you think of the perfect plan. You lay on the bed and spread your legs before slipping a hand down your shorts. You tease yourself at first, rubbing your clit through your underwear while you thought about the events of the night. How Spencer had been so authoritative. How his hand slid to the small of your back and sometimes ghosted your ass as the two of you walked around the club. How he had been so close in the bathroom. The way he yanked you closer. A small moan escaped you as you slid your hand in your underwear. Soon you hear the bathroom door open. Spencer stops short, watching you before leaning on the frame.

“Were you just touching yourself?”

“Yes.” You answer. “Are you gonna to do something about it?”

“Should I? Instead of telling me what you want you decide to act like a brat and do this.”

Spencer moves closer to the bed but doesn’t do anything, just continues to watch you so you decide to give him a show. Moaning loudly as you slide a digit inside of you. Spencer looks at you with hooded eyes. You can’t help the small laugh that leaves you.

“I think you’re going to give me what I want.” You say, smirking.

“And why’s that?” He says.

“You’re already weak.” You say.

“I’m weak, pretty girl?” He asks, incredulously. Before you know it, he’s ripping your hand out of your pants and crowding in the space between your legs forcing you to sit up and look at him. “You’re in here touching yourself to the thought of me like a horny teenager and I’m the one who’s weak? Ok.” He sits back and pulls you by your hips to sit on top of his lap, your legs straddling one of his thighs. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh, ok?” He tells you, starting to move your hips. You moan, nodding your head as the friction makes its way through your core. Spencer lifts your shirt off you and smirks when his eyes land on your bare breast. He leans forward to catch your left nipple in his mouth. Your back arches as you grind harder against his thigh. Your hands fly up to start unbuttoning his shirt when he stops you.

“Did I say you could touch yet, princess?” He asks.

“N-No, sir.” You stutter.

“Then keep your hands to yourself.” He says, putting your hands back to your side. He does indulge you by taking his shirt off himself. But that doesn’t help you keep your hands to yourself. You saw the lean muscle and craved to mark it up with your nails. Your hands go up to touch him again but he stops you.

“If I have to ask you again, I’m going to tie you up, Princess. Just be good, baby.”

You were already close before but now with Spencer’s hands and mouth everywhere and constant friction on your sex it was damn near pushing you off the edge.

“I’m gonna come.” You tell him, he grips your hips tighter, lifting his leg slightly so he was only rubbing against your clit. That makes you moan out loudly.

“Go ahead, Princess. Cum for me.” He says, and that was all you needed to fall right over the edge. Your legs shake and convulse as Spencer grips your hips help you ride it out. Soon you come down panting and he’s kissing into your neck. He pulls back and grips your jaw.

“Still think I’m weak, Princess?” He asks.

You knew it was unwise. In fact, you tried to stop yourself before you did it but it was too late. You reared your hand back and slapped Spencer across the cheek. Not hard enough to be seen as anything malicious but sharp enough to throw him off, like he couldn’t believe you had done it.

“Yes I do.” You say looking him in the eyes after. Something like a switch went off because there was no other way to describe the look he gave you other than feral and fully primitive. He pushes you off him.

“Get on your hands and knees, now.” He says, menacingly. You scramble and run to get into the position. Once in, Spencer forces your knees further apart. He angrily takes his belt off his pants before fashioning them into a makeshift cuff and pulling your wrist so they’re tied behind your back, leaving you face down into the mattress. He slides your shorts and underwear off in one go. You yelp loudly when the first slap comes to your behind. When the second and third slap comes, you try to squeeze your legs together to get some form of friction but Spencer forces your knees further apart. You moan out when you feel a digit slide against your folds. You try to push back on it but Spencer holds your hips in place.

“P-Please.” you stutter.

“What do you want, Princess?” He says, sliding a second digit inside you making you cry out more.

“Please, fuck me, Spencer.” You say, and you really didn’t have to ask twice because almost as soon as you ask Spencer’s hands leave you to finish unbuckling his pants. There’s a brief moment of calm, so calm that you almost think Spencer wasn’t going to give you what you want but that calm is interrupted by Spencer slamming into, no warning. You scream out but that’s only rewarded with your head being shoved more into the mattress to muffle your cries. Spencer’s hands are pulling on your cuffs so he is almost impossibly deep inside you. You moans start to get louder and louder. Suddenly, Spencer is pulling you up so you’re both sitting up, your back against his chest. One of his hands slides to grip around your neck while the other is moving to circle your clit. The hand around your neck tilts your jaw back so you’re looking up at the man behind you.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Open your mouth, Princess.” He orders, which you do instantly sticking your tongue out. Spencer leans forward and spits into your waiting mouth before locking his mouth with yours. His hand squeezes your neck tighter as you moan into his mouth as he starts fucking you faster, his dick hitting your g-spot almost every thrust. It’s not long before you’re just babbling, not even able to string a coherent sentence together.

“You gonna come for me, Princess?” He asks. You nod, moaning loudly. At this point, you knew there was no way the person in the room next to you guys didn’t hear you. You could only hope that it wasn’t one of the team. “Go ahead for me, baby. Be a good girl and come on my cock.” After that, it doesn’t take long before you’re falling over the edge, shaking all the while. Spencer fucks you through it before tightening his grip on your hips to bend you back forwards so your face is back on the mattress. He fucks you hard and fast before falling over the edge himself, moaning your name.

The two of you say nothing as he unties you. When he does, you instantly flop down on your back, breathing heavily. Spencer wordlessly gets up and goes to the bathroom. For a moment you think he’s just leaving you like this, that you were foolish to think Spencer cared anything about you but in that moment he comes back with a wet cloth and ointment. He says nothing as he wipes between your legs before tossing the towel aside. You watch him with a smirk on your face as he rubs the ointment on the red marks the red cuffs made on you.

He looks you in the eye. “What, Y/N?”

“What happened to Princess?” You say, Spencer just looks at you with a bored expression which only makes you smile more. “Now’s probably a good time for you to ask me to dinner.”

Spencer chuckles lightly at that. “You don’t want to go to dinner with me.”

“I’m almost positive I do. Why would you say that?” You ask.

Spencer looks you in the eyes at that moment. “I’m not-Y/N, I’m not like you.”

“Like me?”

“I’m not able to be cheery and smiley. I can’t float into rooms. I can’t be happy like you are, too much has happened to me. You deserve someone happy.”

“Spencer.” You say, looking him in the eyes. “You are not broken. You can be happy, it’s going to take time sure but I’m willing to be with you through that. If you want that.” You say.

Spencer nods. “Ok, Y/N.” he smiles.

“So….?”

He rolls his eyes at that. “What’re you doing next sunday?”

You smile, brightly. “Absolutely nothing.”

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Aberration - Chapter 2

MHA!Various x Fem!Reader

Thriller/Horror/Drama

Criminal!AU

Words: 1.5k

A/N: Yay, here’s the second chapter of my new AU! It’s a little shorter but I promise chapters will get longer as we go.

Warnings: Yandere Themes, Mentions of murder, blood, felonies, bullying, swearing.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of MHA, just this story. In no way does this reflect the characters, writers or VAs of the show/manga. MINORS DNI.

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Aberration Masterlist

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"Now, on to your next subject. Inmate 04, Eijiro Kirishima." You flip the page of your inmate profiles to see a picture of a red-haired man. "He is of a higher danger level, so make sure to keep your guard up. And for the love of God, under any circumstances…

Do not touch him."

Only slightly acknowledging his warning, you look down at your notes, eyebrows shooting up in surprise at the words on the page. "He suffers from Erotomania? Interesting…"

Aizawa nods. "Ah, yes. A very rare condition indeed, especially in males. The affected person strongly believes that another individual is in love with them. This delusion develops and persists despite clear evidence to the contrary."

"That's a very exciting find. I can't wait to meet him." Your eyes light up, quite intrigued.

Aizawa sighs and gestures with his head. "Follow me."

Kirishima's room was only a few doors down from Tokoyami's. Once again, Aizawa presses his hand to a key code and you hear the door unlock, following a buzzer. You slowly make your way into the room. It mirrors Tokoyami's down to the last detail, the only difference being a redhead was currently doing pushups.

He barely acknowledges a person stepping into his room, eyes flitting to your form and back to the ground. It takes him a moment to realize it was someone new. As soon as he does, his eyes widen and he springs onto his feet, slightly startling you.

"Oh! Hello there! You're new!"

You nod your head and smile at the red-head. "That I am. My name is Y/N and I'm the newest scientist at this facility. My role here is to get to know and observe you all to help further our findings for a cure." You choose to leave out the 'friends' part, as something about him makes you weary. You don't need anything being misinterpreted.

"Hello there, Y/N! My name is Kirishima!" He takes a step towards you but is suddenly stopped by a lower force. You look down to see his ankles chained to the heavy-duty bed frame, connected to him by quirk-canceling cuffs. You look back up to see him looking at you intensely, with a shark-toothed smile. "Man, you're really pretty!"

You swallow thickly, but keep your smile. "That's very kind of you to say, Kirishima. Now, if I may." You take a seat at the desk like you did with Tokoyami. Kirishima follows suit and sits across from you on the bed. His smile never wavers, making you slightly uneasy. You ignore it and turn to a blank page in your notebook. "Now, if you could please state your full name, age and date of birth?"

He gives you a chuckle and points to himself proudly with his thumb. "I'M Eijiro Kirishima! I'm 22 years old and my Birthday is October 16th!"

You giggle softly at his extroverted personality. "Ahh, same birth month as Tokoyami." You mumble to yourself. His ears perked up and his smile faltered slightly.

"You met Tokoyami already?"

"Hm?" You look up and smile fondly. "Ah yes, I have. He was the first one. A very nice young man."

You look back down at your notes, failing to see Kirishima's eye twitch slightly. He returns to his signature smile as you look up at him again. "And what is your quirk?"

"Oh, it's so cool! I can harden my entire body to an extreme. I can make myself a shield or a weapon! Pretty manly, am I right?" Kirishima wiggles his eyebrows at you, causing you to chuckle.

"That is definitely a unique one, Kiri." You, once again, fail to notice the way his eyes light up at the nickname, too busy looking down at your notes. "Now I see here that you've been charged with Stalking and 2 counts of second degree murder. Is that correct?"

"Yup! Although I don't understand how it would be considered 'Stalking', when she always knew I was around. She was okay with it, too! I mean, we WERE in love, you know." He furrows his brows.

You raise a brow and write down everything he says. "Care to continue explaining what happened? Why were you brought into this facility?"

Kirishima sighs and rests his chin on his hand, a dazed look on his face. "Well, you see. There was this girl. We were totally, completely head over heels for each other. You've probably heard of her, Kim Hyuna?"

Your eyebrows shoot up. Yeah, you heard of her. She is one of the biggest idols around right now, extremely pretty and extremely talented. She has millions of fans from around the world. You already can see where the direction of this story is headed.

He continues with a wide smile. "We used to go out on dates everywhere. To the mall, the salon, even to her dorms. We were so in love." His dazed expression turns sour. "Then that stupid boy shows up outta nowhere. He took her from me. He dared to take something so precious from me. So, I couldn't take it anymore and, uh, kinda killed them."

You watched him rub the back of his neck sheepishly, like the situation was no more than a mere broken dish he dropped on accident. You nod your head carefully, writing the last bit of information down. Clicking your pen, you look up and give the young man a fake smile.

"Well, that's it for today, Kirishima. I must take my leave, but I'll be back to run some tests soon."

Kirishima frowns and quickly stands up. "W-Wait, already?"

You gather up your notes and clipboard. "Yes, unfortunately. I do have some other patients I need to get to before-" as you go to stand up, your foot gets caught under the chair leg and you trip. You accidentally fall forward and into something hard. Looking up, you realized you fell against Kirishima himself, your hands splayed out against his chest.

His eyes widen, staring down at your hands against his chest, something shifting in his eyes. Before you're able to pull your hands away, his own reach up and snatch your wrists, holding them in place. A blush appears on the apples of his cheeks.

"Y-Y/N. I-I had no idea you felt the same."

Your eyes widen in fear. You attempt to tug your hands away, but his iron grip tightens into a bruising force. "Kirishima, I would advise you to kindly let go of me. Please, don't misunderstand the situation."

His grin widens, showcasing his sharp teeth. Red eyes bore into yours with a wild look. You hear the door buzz behind you and a flood of voices coming in. You feel a pair of arms reach around you and hands grip your elbows. Two pairs of hands each grab Kirishima by the arms and force him to release his grip on you. You watched two of Aizawa's assistants hold down a struggling Kirishima as you were forcibly dragged out of his room.

Once safely outside, you were spun around to meet the eyes of a fuming and worried doctor. "Are you alright, Y/N?" Aizawa's eyes travel along your body, doing a quick examination to make sure nothing was injured.

You nod your head and rotate your slightly bruised wrists. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little shaken up."

Aizawa sighs. "Didn't I say NOT to touch him? His obsession tends to solidify with physical contact."

You wince. "I know. This time it was an accident. I tripped and he just happened to, uh, be the 'wall' I fell against." You think back to the moment you fell against Kirishima. His chest felt almost rock solid, not like a normal human body would be. Now you're thinking that his quirk leaked through the cuffs and that thought scares you.

"Nobody said you were clumsy when you were hired," he sighs and runs a hand down his tired face. "There are still 9 other inmates you need to check with. And 6 out of the 9 are above Kirishima's danger level. Are you still up for it today?"

You shake out your hands and nod your head. "Yes! I am. A little scare never bothered me. This is my job."

Aizawa hummed in reply and flipped through his clipboard, stopping on a page. "Inmate 09, Keigo Takami. Mafia leader. He's a level 7 as well, but doesn't have delusions like Inmate 04 does. While he's very dangerous, he's a little more tolerable." Aizawa hesitates before continuing. "Er, minus the excessive flirting."

You sigh and flip through Keigo's information. "Oh goodie. Well, let's get this over with." You follow Aizawa to Keigo's door and once it buzzes, you enter the pristine, white room.

"Good afternoon Mr. Keigo, my name is Y/N and I'll-" You look up from your notes to see a half naked man with blonde hair and bright red bird wings lounging on his bed. Your jaw drops and you hold your clipboard up in front of your suddenly heated face.

Keigo looks over to you with his brows raised. "Well well, looks like we've got ourselves a new baby bird. How…" The handsome man's lips turn up into a cocky smirk.

"...interesting."

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