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simpingland · 24 days

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Hi hello how are ya I'd like to request something

Can you write something with Ewan Mitchell and his co star (fem pronounce) where they're at an interview and goofing off, reader joking about getting sleep while they're putting on wigs for hours and stuff like that, maybe a little more serious talk about their characters

(Readers character is jaces twin and aemonds love interest)

Thank you!

Flirting and sleeping// Ewan Michael x fem!actress.

Summary: playing Aemond's love interest have the perks of giving you a flirty partner during promotion and a comfortable shoulder to sleep on set.

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The last interview of the day, after a whole week of promotion. Always the same questions, always the same answers. Keeping your outfit spotless for a whole day, with your make-up intact and hours of sleep accumulated.

"How is it possible that you are always sleepy?" Your colleague Ewan asked you when he saw you yawning.

"I'm a very reflective person, the night inspires me" you joked, and watched as he shook his head, smiling.

"These things feel like an eternity," he complained.

You were about to agree with him when the new interviewer sat down opposite. She greeted you, and Ewan, as always, was a gentleman, serious and attentive.

You, however, found it hard to pay as much attention. You glanced sideways at Ewan's every gesture, and he seemed to make a great effort to listen. After all this time you had learned to read his expression of feigned listening as well as his real one.

"After so many serious scenes, I suppose you keep your spirits up between scenes...are you bored on set or are you too busy?" The girl looked at the two of you.

"I tend to stay focused. Getting into Aemond's mind is quite complicated..." Ewan's tone amused you. He turned to look at you. "What?"

You let out a laugh, the interviewer looking confused at the scene.

"Sorry honey," you turned to the girl, "but Ewan is lying to you. He was concentrating at the beginning, when he took his job very seriously."

You watched as Ewan leaned back in his chair, hiding a smile and waiting for you to tease him, which he quite enjoyed.

"This guy was scary on the first day."

"It's thanks to the costume and make-up team," he interrupted.

"Oh, no, Ewan, I mean the day of the script reading. That sweatshirt was terrifying." What you said made the interviewer laugh, and Ewan joined in the fake discussion you had formed.

"You speak out of envy," he replied, crossing his legs.

"For this kind of thing, he's very formal. They always put together nice outfits for him, but in real life, it's nothing like that. "

"And what's Ewan like in real life?" Ewan himself asked.

"He's weird... weird and kind of flirty."

He turned red, shaking his head as the interviewer let you speak. You were basically getting more information out for her than she intended to get.

"Yeah, yeah...there's nothing shy about this guy here. He makes all the girls on the set smile with his 'good morning, love'. And they all love to put him his wig in the morning, his patch..."

"Why don't you let the girl do the interview?" Your partner interrupted you with mock seriousness.

"Excuse me, but I'm answering the question. Ewan was very focused at first. No one dared speak to him once he put on that wonderful costume. But as soon as Susan in make-up told him he looked 'sexy'..." you snapped your fingers. "He became a sex symbol on set and enjoys it like nobody's business. He doesn't get bored on set because he spends the hours between scenes practising with his sword, chatting with the crew when he goes to get his coffee..."

"You should tell her how you spend your breaks..." he grinned mischievously. You looked at him, hiding a smile. You mostly spent them with him, but people didn't need to know that.

"You tell her."

"She spends her dead hours asleep or breaking things." The interviewer let out another laugh. "Oh, yes, she's snored through her make-up. I've had to put up with her nodding her head every morning. And the few times she was awake, she would steal my wig to take pictures. Remember what Susan said to you when she caught you?" she looked at you as if to scold you, and you looked ashamed.

"That I was going to mess it up..."

"Exactly! This girl is a mess on legs. The first day of shooting, she tore the fabric of her cape. The first day we shot together, she almost broke the carriage window... and the wine glass. Let's not forget the wine glass on the last day."

"I dented it," you confessed to the girl.

"The whole team was praying you'd fall asleep before you touched any more stuff." Continued your partner looking back at you.

"I've had the broken stuff deducted from my pay, you know."

"Yeah? And how much money have you earned then?"

"Let's just say...I've gone into debt to HBO..."

You laughed at your own joke as Ewan tried to refocus on the poor interviewer. You really had been the clumsiest person on set, and that was in stark contrast to the careful attitude Ewan had had in that same period. Many times, you had led him astray, getting him involved in a game where you both could let off steam while the sets were being set up. He loved to show you his swordsmanship, and of course, he was good at it. He had experience.

But on some other days, when it was anynof your turns to act, Ewan was much more focused, and although you were embarrassed to entertain him at first, he always made a point of sitting next to you. He helped you revise as much as you helped him. And while your gallery was filled with pictures of you making an idiot of yourself with his wig, and Ewan making an idiot of himself with his wig too, Ewan had his gallery filled with pictures of you asleep in the most unlikely places on the set, and pictures of you posing with whatever mess you had made. And Tom had been in charge of recording those occasions when you slept leaning on Ewan's shoulder while he reread his script. That would stay between you two, and you'd been going through the photos before bed for months, unaware that Ewan was doing exactly the same thing, grateful to have an excuse like promotion to be near you all the time.

"The relationship between your characters has been a much-discussed topic on the network and among fans. The girl changed the subject to a more serious one, to the one that really mattered, the series.

"You mean incest?" you asked.

"More like the feud between Blacks and Greens."

"Oh, right..."

"That's the thing with this series," Ewan interrupted. "The incest is the least of your worries."

"Right, silly me," you said wryly.

"It's common sense, of course."

You smiled at each other, admiring each other fondly, perhaps too fondly, as you always did, leaving the girl a bit of an outsider, and were surprised when she asked again.

"The good thing is that you don't look like each other. The relationship you have in the plot is a parallel to Romeo and Juliet. How do you approach this dynamic? Do you want it to be really romantic or something toxic like Rhaenyra and Daemon?"

"That I suppose can always be left to the audience's opinion," reasoned your partner. "For me there's certainly something romantic about it. Aemond is a character that transforms into something perverse but at the beginning he didn't seem to have such a strong quality. The writers wanted to make him that way, evolved. And I think her character is designed not to contrast but to show that there is something good in Aemond." You smiled downward as you listened to him, you had already talked about it during rehearsals. "When we did the casting, the director told me that they were looking for an actress with a sweet aura, well, so that ond couldn't naturally react violently towards her. They introduced me to this arse next to me and... you get a bit attached to her.

"I love working with Ewan, he's always so flattering..."

The girl smiled at you before asking.

"You're okay with the romance?"

"Well..." you thought for a second. Of course, the kiss you two had just rolled around was too passionate for it to be a toxic relationship. You shot the kiss as a very intimate scene, where Aemond approached your character with some fear, and it took you a moment to return the kiss. It was a slow kiss, tense and sweet. But when you return it, it was hard to separate again. Of course, what was left to shoot that day was done with flushed cheeks and dodging glances. Sparks had been flying between you and Ewan since the day you were brought together in that room for the test.

"Yes, I think it's different from Rhaenyra and Daemon. There's a lot more respect and a lot more equality between them. From the very beginning, we were going to treat our plot from the 'first love' trope, and we saw no better way to recite our lines than the longing and desire they have for each other. And how much Ewan and I love each other transcends the screen too much."

You saw how intensely he looked at you, maybe you had said too much. You were silent for too many seconds. You put on that mischievous grin again. "As much as Ewan is a great actor, I don't think anyone can pretend to hate me."

"Wow, that means the next season is going to be very promising for your fans. Thank you so much for this time, and for the tidbits from the set."

"It's been a pleasure, honey," you dismissed her.

"Our pleasure, I love your t-shirt, by the way," said Ewan, the girl was wearing a t-shirt with a poster of Daemon and Aemond on it.

You didn't know how to look at him after that. Had your answer been something of a confession? Maybe the kiss hadn't been that intense for him and you had just made a fool of yourself. Of course it was a bit weird the last ten minutes of your promo day.

You shared a taxi to the hotel, with silly small talk. When you arrived, you were walking up a flight of stairs when your heel broke.

"Oh my God, I can't believe it! My stylist is going to kill me!" You picked up your precious heels, Ewan didn't laugh at you, but he did smile at your desperation.

"Don't worry, we'll ask someone to get us some glue."

"A branded heel fixed with glue?"

"Well, it certainly wasn't made of steel, if it breaks easy it's easy to fix."

You walked all the way up the stairs barefoot. Ewan stopped.

"What are you doing?" You asked as you saw him stand back and pull out his mobile phone.

"Smile and show that heel," he asked. When you did he took the picture and smiled to himself. "For the collection. "

"Thanks to your tip-off they won't get me for period films, you know."

"You started it, I remind you. You've taken away my reputation as a serious, up-and-coming actor."

Ewan grabbed your heels from your hand as he saw you with your hands full with your mobile and wallet.

"The truth is, that poor girl was trying to be professional and we got into a play fight in front of her."

"I think she had fun. Of course, after always answering the same thing, this time I remembered why I like this job so much."

"I hope I didn't offend you, Ewan. You know it was all a joke."

You stopped at his door, yours was just opposite.

"All of it, all of it?"

"What do you mean?"

He licked his lips, thinking about how to phrase the question. You knew what he meant, now came the awkward part. Why the hell did you start talking about love?

"All the weeks since I've known you have been filled with something...special. And you were right when you said that I can't pretend to be repulsed by you, because... I definitely feel the opposite. I like every minute that you are beside me, not only for how talented you are but...how sweet and funny everything is with you. You're also quite gorgeous if I am allawed to say. And no, it's nothing of a method actor if I tell you that I have a crush on your bones just because Aemond would be... I want to make sure this feeling isn't just mine."

"You're telling me you like me?"

"Yeah, basically yes."

"And you're asking me if I like you?" You were clearly in shock.

"It's good to know you understand me...now I need an answer."

Yes, OF COURSE YOU DO. For some reason nothing came out of your mouth, and you could only look at him. Ewan read that silence as a definitive no and, after swallowing his breath, he nodded and gave up without losing his gallantry.

"I'm going to call room service and have them bring some glue."

He turned to open his door as you suddenly became aware of everything. You didn't know what he was babbling about when he opened it, but when he turned again to offer you passage, you jumped on him. You grabbed his face with impetus, and kissed his thin lips again as you had that day on the set. This time there was something even more authentic. Ewan held your waist as he regained his balance. This kiss surpassed the one in the scene, this one felt completely free, completely real and without consequence. Needless to say, you didn't go back to sleep in your room for the rest of the promo tour.

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bradtomlovesya · 10 months

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GHOSTFACE

Tom Holland x Actress! Reader

Summary: You decide to prank you boyfriend and friends... sweet sweet revenge. (Based on this request - HERE - )

Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, serial killer!, a bit of dark humour at the end. (Let me know if I missed something)

W/C: 1.1k+

A/n: sorry the delay I was heartbroken and just started to feel like myself again. Thank you for being patient with me ♡. SUPPORT AN AUTHOR BY SHARING THEIR WORK 🫶🏻

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Tom still didn't know what your new project was. You had told him that you would have an important role in a big franchise but you hadn't told him more than that, you wanted it to be a complete surprise.

Your friends - and his friends as they were mutual friends of both of you - had arranged to go to the set as they would pick you up and then go for drinks at a nearby pub. They were just supposed to go and watch a bit of the set while you finished changing and taking off your make-up, or at least that's what they thought.

A few months ago, at Halloween, they all agreed to play a prank on you where Tom was supposed to be "possessed" and with Harry's help they had done so many effects and props that you completely believed it. Only to find out it was a joke. It was time for revenge.

You and a couple of friends from the set had an idea in hand, and had even discussed the idea with the director who thought it would be excellent publicity for the new film.

So there you were with a fake wound in your stomach that wouldn't stop bleeding and a fake knife in your hand, you hoped that in the dim light no one would notice the difference between it and the real thing.

As soon as you heard the voice of Tom and friends calling your name in the dark, empty set, you knew it was time to take action. You walked quickly with one hand covering your wound and approached them using your best acting techniques. Clearly, it was all being recorded.

"What are you guys doing here, didn't you see my message? Someone from the cast went crazy and we're waiting for the police" you tried to guide them as best you could to a 'hideout' "shit" you muttered.

"What are you talking about? Wait a minute..." spoke Tom, your boyfriend. "That's real?" He said fitting the pieces together in his head and moved his hand closer to your wound. He just grazed it, but your moan of pain was more than convincing. Now everyone was more than worried.

"Oh my god... I'll call the police" Harry said grabbing his phone so you snatched it away from him as soon as you heard the sound of something metal falling.

"We already called them" you muttered. "They're on their way. We just have to hide until the cops-" a secret compartment opened up in the floor and you fell through it as you screamed. An inflatable mattress was waiting for you below, but they were too scared to have noticed.

"Y/n!" Tom shouted in desperation and Sam covered his mouth with his hands. "Get your hands off me! We have to go get her!" A bead of sweat trickled down his back. This couldn't be happening. "She's my girlfriend, Sam!" Tom tried to struggle but between all the boys they managed to shut him up, there was a killer on the loose and all they needed was for Tom to shout out his exact location.

"Tom you won't be able to find her if you get killed so you need to keep your mouth shut," Harry mutters. "Promise if I take my hand away you'll stop screaming?" he asked and Tom nodded.

"What are we going to do now?" he asked in a low tone of voice and that's when your scream was heard throughout the studio.

"Tom help me!" you exclaimed in desperation. "Please!"

All the boys including your boyfriend ran off in the direction your voice came from. Tom ran faster than the rest but, when they reached the place, the light was very low and you were no longer there.

Or well, you were, only you were already wearing your Ghostface costume, ready for the final scare.

"I can't die, I still can't find a girlfriend!" Tuwaine started hyperventilating.

"I'm still a virgin! I can't die a virgin!" Paddy mentioned.

Harrison placed his hand on Tom's shoulder and Tom couldn't help but turn around with his fists in the air, that was his simp reflex.

"It's me, relax" Haz said holding up his hands so Tom could see them.

"Uhh... guys..." Harry pointed to a spot in front of him. "We've got company" right in front of them was you in full costume.

They all turned to run but as soon as they did they saw someone else standing there wearing the costume, the exact same costume.

They were surrounded. They all raised their fists in the air trying to look brave. In reality some had already wet their trousers.

"What do you want from us?" Your boyfriend exclaimed. "What did you do to my girlfriend?!" he shouted in frustration.

It was time to end the joke.

"I didn't do anything to your girlfriend" you spoke to him disguising your voice so they wouldn't recognise yours. "Because..." you took off your mask and laughed. "I am your girlfriend!" The lights came on as your friends and boyfriend looked on in shock.

"But what-" Haz muttered, trying to catch his breath.

"Don't miss Scream 5, only in cinemas," you spoke into a camera and winked.

"I thought you were dead!" Tom exclaimed and lifted you off the ground over his shoulder. He was a little annoyed... but he also understood that he deserved it, especially after the prank he played on you last halloween. "You little trickster," he laughed.

"So this is the movie you're working on, huh?" Sam asked and you nodded as soon as Tom allowed your feet to touch the ground.

"I have to admit that a prank on your boyfriend and his friends with the theme of the movie is great publicity" He said looking at all the cameras. "But I need another pair of trousers" he pointed to his now damp jeans and laughed embarrassed. "Don't look at me like that, I thought I would die without finding love."

Tuwain sighed "make that two pairs of trousers please and exactly as Harry said."

"Wait a second. This looks like another one of those Horror movies with predictable characters" Sam scoffed.

"What do you mean?" asked Tom.

"Well then... Tom is the main character and possible popular guy, y/n is his girlfriend who turns out to be the killer, Harry is the guy who records everything, I'm the filler character, Tuwaine is the 'coloured friend' - no offence - he clarified. And Paddy is the kid"

"What about me?" Haz raised his hand.

"You're the shallow blonde who dies at the beginning" explained Harry.

"Hey!" Harry groaned but then laughed, "Yeah...makes sense."

They all laughed. Tom knew he had to fight back better next year and you knew he would. This was just the beginning of a new annual prank war.

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lacyscabinet · 5 months

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i know it’s a little late for halloween fics but going to a party with nat and reader convinces her to dress up in matching costumes and reader drinks/smokes a little too much and they’re very affectionate towards nat <333

A/N: hey anon!! don't worry! 🤍🤍🤍 I was writing my book today and I got a sudden boost of energy so not only I wrote two and a half chapters but I also got a bit back into writing for our girl Nat! Hope you enjoy!!!

Also I decided to open my inbox for a q&a regarding my book! So if you see this you are highly encouraged to slide in my inbox and ask questions!! It's a nice way for me to interact with you guys, it gives me motivation and it's so much fun!!

Plus one of the little surprises I've been preparing from a while will be revealed on the 30th of November (that day is also my birthday HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI) soooo stay tuned !!!

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MASTERLIST

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Dreamy

"Come on I know you like it"

"I don't, not even the tiniest bit"

"But you are so cute"

"I'm the devil I'm not supposed to be cute"

"Then you're hot"

"I'll give you that"

Getting ready for Jackie's party with Natalie was a rollercoaster, you practically had to beg her on your knees to wear matching costumes, and after a couple of corrupting kisses she finally gave up, slipping on the red dress you brought for her and placing the little devil horns on her head. You on the other hand wore a cute white dress with a halo headband and angel wings.

Angel and Devil.

Halloween parties, especially Jackie's were a big deal, everyone came and had fun, every corner filled with hormone raging teens.

Soon enough everyone was dancing around chugging down cheap alcohol and hitting a few joints.

Alcohol never bothered you much, you could handle some in your system, but after Natalie sat on the couch with her friends and pulled out the weed, the amazing idea of trying it popped up in your mind.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep" you nodded

"sure SURE?" she asked again

"yep" you smiled up at her

"Okay, hit it" she mumbled as she passed you the joint, letting you take a hit.

So there you were, not even fifteen minutes later, completely intoxicated and clinging to your girlfriend who was currently sitting on a couch with you on her lap, lazily kissing up her back and exposed shoulders

"I love you" you said in a tired and definitely not sober voice, Nat couldn't help but smile and stroke your hair lovingly "I love you too"

Later, when people started to leave, she asked you if you wanted anything to drink before going home, after all the drinks were free, and of course how could you say now?

That escalated to Natalie pouring cheap beer in solo cups while you wrapped your arms around her back from behind. If before she tried to keep her tough facade by not showing how much she enjoyed your attention, now you were alone in the kitchen, so she let a big smile crawl its way to her lips

"Weed makes you clingy?"

"I'm not-"

"You are" she smiled "And actually...I don't mind"

Grinning you kissed the nape of her neck and held her tighter.

Wasn't she just so dreamy?

A/n: this is probably really messy and disconnected😭😭😭 anywayyyy I hope you liked it :)

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honeeslust · 2 months

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Satoru Gojo | you cryin?

🖤 inspo for this comes from that slutty gif of Satoru in the box. I know well all collectively had… thoughts… but couple that with the ‘you cryin’ and yea… lets go!

🖤 WC 4100+

Could you imagine falling in love with someone like Satoru? The man can process anything coming his way faster than it can even be perceived. This is except when it came to falling for you.

That being said, he's not going to baby you into the supernatural three ring circus that is his life. That would be arrogantly irresponsible.

As soon as he knew you weren't going anywhere, he made a point to teach you to fear the dangers of his world as he understood better than anyone the cost of bearing such a burden. One of the first things he made sure you understood was how to be wary of the places that gave off a any kind of bad vibes.

But... it wasn't like you set out for this... but you know what they say about the curious cat...

An uncharacteristically frantic Satoru is losing his mind when you don't make it home at your usual time. It really could've only been about 10 minutes past the time you were due to be home but at the moment, none of his thoughts were logical. Not when he could almost immediately intuit the danger you'd found yourself in.

... Somewhere else

You're bound by your wrists to something sturdy above your head. Your body is so weak you can't even pick your head up enough to make out what it is you're tied to. Even after jerking around with all your might, the chains retaining you hadn't so much as budged.

It was hopeless. And now your murky vision has to be betraying you. Your surroundings were moving in ways it shouldn't.

And was that... a man just now?

Your eyes swept the area around you to find nothing but the dark empty expanse staring back at you. Every ounce of your energy having mysteriously been sapped from your body. Defeated by the onset of fatigue, your head hangs between your shoulders.

Shit Satoru. I fucked up...

Yea. You did sweetheart.

A voice echoes out from somewhere nearby, but every direction you turn in is still just an endless sea of black. Panicked, your words wisp out of you shakily.

Wha-?..who are you?

I'm Mahito...

The disembodied voice calls out to answer you as he figure slowly emerges from the shroud of darkness ahead of you.

Thanks for making this easy for me.

Why the hell am I here Mahito?

Isn't it obvious? Satoru! He'll come running for you. And when he does well... he's no longer gonna be a problem for us.

Your chains rattle against the reinforcement as you struggle to turn away from the foreign hand now clutching your face in a harsh grip. The entity winks at you. His hand is hot on your face, hotter than it should be. It makes your skin crawl and you flinch away in disgust.

Don't fucking touch me.

His lip draws under his annoyingly perfect teeth, as he looks you over pleased with your choice of costume.

Hah! Quite a mouth you got on you little angel. If only I could get locked in here with you, Im sure I could make a devil outta you.

Tch. Ooh. If only. you snide teasing him with a pathetic pout before you spit right in his beautiful face.

Wait. What did he mean...locked ? As in.. inside?

God-fucking-damnit!

Mahito swings his powder blue locks over his shoulder, breaking into a fit of maniacal laughter. He smears the wad of saliva from his face to lick it from his finger.

Fuck! Satoru's a lucky one.

You seem like you'd be so much fun.

Ah well. I'm sure you would've made a fine plaything. Its a shame I gotta leave you here now.

Too bad. So sad Mahito. Best be on your way, bitch.

Your body trembles, betraying the evil glare you aim in his direction. What he'd said before was beginning to sink in.

Locked in...

Fuck me!!

Mahito comes closer to you, making you flinch away.

I guess you're right. I'm sure he'll be here soon and I'm not trying to fight him...Even I know my limits.

He stoops in front of you, his bicolored irises flashing in delight as he reaches past your ear to play with the hem of your angel wing. Guess this is goodbye pretty one.

With that, retreats. Vanishing into the shadows leaving you stranded in the dreadfully cold loneliness. The accompanying darkness enclosing you doesn't help your nerves much either.

As if things couldn't get any weirder. A faint blue fog appears before you and seemingly moves toward you. It creeps closer and closer. Moving about unnaturally as it does so. A hand made out of bones materializes out of the cloud and then... more and more of them emerge. Entire skeletons. Swarming in around you until youre body is swallowed whole by the vapor.

...

Y/n......

Y/n. Wakeup.

Hmm? God Satoru what?

Baby. Wake up.

Your eyes flick open and you're ready to slap Satoru for waking you up before the sun when you didn't need to be.

But wait! This wasn't youre room, this wasn't even a place. You were as happy to see Satoru as you were horrified to see that you're still tethered to the chains from before.

You found quite a place to try and have a nap. Sweetheart.

You know I wasn't napping Satoru ... Now can you help!! you say yanking the chains.

Tsk tsk tsk. He admonishes with a shake of his head. I won't lie. This sucks

Yea it does. Help me outta these won't you.

Mmmm.

What do you mean mmm?

I mean... I did try and tell you....

You scoff rolling your eyes hating exactly how right he was. He told you. Time and time again. Halloween is the worst time to be out and about as a newly awakened sorcerer.

Ugh okay. Baby you made your point. You gripe putting on your best pout and jangling your chains in his direction. C'mon. Satoru let me outta this.

I don't think I will. Not until you answer me one thing...Why were you out here alone?

Because I wanted to be. I can handle myself just fine, thank you. You say proudly even though you knew that in your current predicament, you looked at least 2 sizes too small to for the big shit you talked.

Oh you can huh? He exclaims bearing a crooked smile down at you. But did you ever happen to stop and consider what I said about Halloween.

No. I didn't. You lie.

Immediately. You're met with a look of disbelief.

You don't huh...?

He cocks his head to the side. Leaning over you to jostle your chains.

... You comfortable like this sweetheart? He says rubbing the side of your face suggestively.

You roll your eyes. You know I'm not.

So then tell me why? You're a fucking danger magnet. It follows you wherever you go. You know and you pull this shit?.

Satoru recalls the moments he spent panicking when he couldn't get a read on your energy. And that was exactly what they had hoped for when they dangled the chance to save you in front of him. For the second time in his life, hes d walked into a trap.

He kneels on the ground in front of you, and arm draped across his thigh, the other caesses the side of your face. Why would you risk it y/n?

You stare back at him, too stunned by the vulnerable look in his eye to keep your attitude. Does it matter?

The hell are you asking me right now? Yeah y/n it matters to me that you put yourself in danger.

Awwww. Satoruuu. Were you worried? You sing songed out, teasing him.

His ears burned red.

Shut it. But yes. Obviously I was Sweetheart.

Fiiiine. Fine. You say giving him a small smile. But for real Satoru...You taking me outta this or not?

He glances up over your head, sizing up the length of your chains. Yeah. I will...Once I figure this out.

What?

Oh yea. Guess it seems this place was designed to keep me from using my abilities. So we're trapped here until the people out side can figure out how to get us out.

You're kidding!

Nope.

Fuck. Your voice shakes as the panicking kicks in. What in the actual fuck am I supposed to do now? You ask when you notice him looking down at you.

But wait Sweetheart. I can't lie. You look good in this position.

Tsk...Boy! Don't start. Baby you have to get me outta this.

What?....I'm allowed. I mean baby, you had me going crazy. And now well...I feel like I need to take advantage of this interesting little situation we find ourselves in. Gimme a moment to appreciate you like this.

You glare at your boyfriend. No way this angel eyed menace meant that.

No you creep. You're crazy Satoru. Cmon.

You're so annoyed with your boyfriend but there a glint in his eye as he's staring down at you in your vulnerable state. The depth of those ocean eyes could drown you a hundred times over and right now there was a storm brewing behind them. He was truly enjoying the sight of you, twisting so feebly as if you really wanted to deny this could and would happen. This situation was completely fucked. Sure. But damnit if it wasn't the stuff good girls who keep their heads stuck in smutty books would cream over.

No...You're not seriously considering....

Why not? Baby you're so fucking hard headed.

You laugh.. Yeah and...?

A hard head will make for a soft ass. Every. Fucking. Time Sweetheart.

Why did that send a sneaky little quiver right to that spot? Oh right, cause no matter how screwed you might be. It'd be worth it to let Satoru have his way with you. His mean side is his sexiest side.

Now you'd pissed him off. Sure. But Satoru figures why fight about it when you could fuck about it.

I like you like this. All that mouth on you. No where to run off to... Shit. Why didn't I think of this?

Your complexion ripens under his gaze. God. You're loving this aren't you?

You have no idea.

He lowers himself to your eye level, giving you that cocky smile of his but his piercing stare emanates something more than just frustration. Could it have been a little bit of relief you saw in his eye?

Before you could figure it out, he kisses you. Long and hard, his hands encompass your face as if he couldn't let you go. Your cheeks burn in the palm of his hands as his tongue rolls around your mouth, the strokes of his tongue resonating between your legs in repeated pangs pleasure. He breaks away, pressing his fore head against yours.

You make me crazy y/n you know that don't you?

But I thought you liked a challenge Satoru?

Fair enough. But... I don't know..

He skims a finger down the front of your blouse before he pulls his eyes back to meet yours.

... There is only so much a man can take sweetheart.

He tears the thin fabric away with ease making you yelp in response. You stomach tightens, flesh bared and prickling with goosebumps.

But...

Shhh now. I think you like making me like this. He quiets you, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

But Satoru I...

Any aht! Say the truth. It's just us here after all.

You're panting heavily staring at him with wide eyes.

Maybe... You hesitate, drawing your eyes to his lips, still rosy and wet from your kiss. Maybe it's fun to ruffle those perfect feathers of yours a little...

Is that right?

You shrug... Guess I can't help myself.

He slowly begins to reach his hand down to your waist, keeping his eyes fixed on yours as he does so.

The clatter of the chains reminds you where you are and for a moment, you question whether you can do this here.

I didn't mean to get snatched though. You call out in a weak attempt to make up for the stress you considered you might've put him through.

No you didn't... But here we are. Guess there's nothing else we can do except maybe this.

He tucks his fingers into the strap of your lingirie and snaps the tight band against your skin. You shiver, rattling the chains again.

Uh...Shouldn't we use our time more productively Satoru?

Yeah, I'm about to...Let me get these off you.

He tears at the suspenders keeping your wings attached and they fall the the ground. He rips open the white lacey bodice, leaving you in nothing but the tight thigh highs and gstring, and matching body harness up top

He's kneels before you, pressing his body between your legs. His palms brush softly up the sides of your thighs as he asserts himself over your body.

He glares down at you, his hand groping at the tented area of his pants.

I think it's time we make up don't you think.

You bring your foot up to his shoulder and nudge him away with a feeble kick. God, I cannot stand you.

I should be saying that to you.

Whatever.

Excuse me?

He leans in to press a kiss to the side of your neck.

Whatever Sat— the sudden use of his tongue in your favorite spot catches you off guard.

... What was that now sweetheart?

He asks boasting a cheeky grin as he continues to kiss his way further down your body.

His lips halt their movement right at your navel, granting you only a single moment of clarity. Your eyes open to see him giving you a dangerous look.

Now about that apology.

Your eyes opened wide. What apology? I've done nothing wrong.

No? He asks now trailing his fingers along the wet edge of your panties.

I am.

Your sure? He says looping his finger around the damp fabric and pulling it to the side.

Yes. I don-- ahhh you cried out tugging against your chains and tossing your head back.

His fingers lazily slip between your folds, effectively putting a stop to the sure tantrum you were about to throw.

He prods your clit with his thumb, biting down on his lip as he regards the pleasure overtaking your features.

I'm listening... He suggests slowly dipping his fingers inside.

Use your words baby. I'm gonna need that apology. C'mon. It's easy. Iiii—

He croons teasingly curling his finger inside and pulsing it right against the spot he knew would have your toes curling in no time.

Your legs squeezed together around his arm making him laugh aloud while adding another finger. He begins to pulse them inside you.

Fuuuck Toru...

Yea I know. Say it baby.

Damnit. He's too good at this.

I'm sorry...fuck baby, right there. You squeel in satisfaction, drool beginning to pool in your mouth as your core twisted tighter.

Hmmm. I'm not convinced.

Why don't you try again?

His fingers are rutting in and out of you.The warm enclosure wrings tight around them until you're spilling forth everything, mewling out how sorry you were.

He sets back onto his legs, looking down appreciatively at his little brat, trussed up and convulsing with pleasure when he gets an idea.

He lifts the hem of his shirt over his head a tosses them to the side. He reaches up somewhere over your head and you feel a yank on the chain. A sudden sound of shrieking metal fills your ears, jarring you back into your body.

Did he just???

Sato-?

You're dragged forward until your wrists are pinned into his chest, leaving you unable to unleash your barrage of verbal assaults at him.

You Fu-— your words are muzzled into his kiss and he groans, tightly grabbing the cusp of your ass in a grip that almost hurt. He punctuates the kiss with a sound smack to your rear.

He unlocks his lips from yours, and pushes against your shoulders, forcing a gasp out from your lips.

Satoru? You begged watching him wind the harsh metal chain around his fist. The metal grated against itself as he clinched it tight, giving the metal a yank until the steel bit down into your flesh.

You say your sorry Sweetheart...? Show me.

He was perfection. His slutty little waistline is accentuated by the way his hip jutted out to the he side. Your eyes dropped to the large print lying across his thigh and as mad as you were, your mouth watered.

He undoes his pants and lets them sag around his waist. He flips his dick out over the top and pumps himself slow.

Get it wet pretty girl... maybe I'll believe you. He says with a flick of your chain.

You bent forward, ass hiked up to his liking so he could palm your cakes like a basketball. You brought the swollen head of his dick between your lips, and moaned over him as his fingertips dug into the right spot of your skin.

Hes impressed his little angel doesn't immediately gag on his cock, hes fascinated even. You're so slutted out for him that you forget that he could've freed you at any moment.

Never mind that youre now trapped in this place with minimal hope of escaping. Your minds put all of that aside to focus on the singular object of your affection and the way he helps you along, hands free, he guides himself in and out of your mouth. Keeping a taut hold on your chain as you bobbed back and forth on your elbows. throating every inch of his cock like a glove.

Are you really sorry ?

Mmnmnnmmmngghgg

Ahh. baby... Teeth!

He shudders feeling your garbled apologies vibrating along the tight corner in the back of your throat where his length was now comfily housed.

Fuck y/n. You can do better than that can't you?

Lemme hear it? You sorry or not?

He's so mean about it. Fuck! it makes you wet. It makes you want to sacrifice your breath just to choke on him more.

His body tenses as all the blood rushes to the same spot. He bucks out of your mouth before he can release into the back of your throat.

You're still not making me think you mean it.

Don't you wanna show me?

I do! I meant it Satoru.

He places his fingers under your chin and presses his thumb against your puffy wet lips.

Yea?

A smile pulls at his lips. He believes you. But hes greedy for more of this. He knew that eventually he could fuck the act right into your hard headed ass.

Mhmmm. Alright. Guess I gotta fuck a proper apology outta you... Don't I?

Turn over!

You're body obeys before you've even registered what's happening. He knees your legs apart, pulling back on the chain to hear the way you yiped out. Somehow he's got you hunched over on your knees, your hands held back by your new leash.

Please Satoru.

Tsk. Oh sweetheart. You know thats not what I wanna hear.

I'm sorry baby...

Your knees are burning from all the time spent on them, but it doesn't matter. Your pussy glistens with your arousal for him and the wet hole is repeatedly clenching in wait. You need him as bad as the air in your lungs, maybe more.

The honored one slaps your ass. hard. The bite brings tears to your eyes.

Ahh. I'm sorry. Satoruu. Fuck.

Manners baby.

SLAP.

Baby I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Ohh god please. I need to feel you.

Your flesh stings with another sound slap to the other side causing a your walls to clench tight around nothing. Fuck! It aches so good that your toes curl.

He could feel the heat emanating from your body. He could even see the heavy glow of pleasure as it surrounds you. Even in this dark dank place youre golden aura shines bright in his all seeing eye.

He aligns himself and pushes a few prepatory nudges inside you. Tensing his jaw, he grumbles through clenched teeth until he's buried the full extent of himself inside you.

You welcome the stretch with a drawled out moan, thank you.

Thats my girl.... Won't save you though.

The emphasis of his words are punctuated with a sharp thrust forward.

Ssss, starting to feel like you sorry angel. Keep it up and maybe I'll let you out of this. He brags yanking back as he brought his hips back against you ass to make you sink your nails into the terrain beneath you.

He moves back and forth. again and again... Each time plunging deeper until you were squirming away. He's so deep you can taste the blisssul release creeping up on you. Its sweeter than nirvana, the feeling of him colliding somewhere inside that makes you forget what you're even sorry for.

He's bullying your cunt with a brutality you've never felt. He's beside himself, watching his cock disappearing inside you again and again. You're unable to flee from the shock as he's tugging on your new chain leash.

I want to protect you.... you need to let me!

Ok. Yes Satoru yes. You're whining, inching yourself forward for a moment of relief. There's just absolutely no way your body can take the pleasure he's forcing upon you.

Awww baby, quit your running. You wanted this didn't you? You like to ruffle these perfect feathers? Thats what you said right?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry you wail, twitching pathetically as he draws back and returns with a resounding pound that all but knocks your lights out. You're blissfully cock drunk, the wetness leaking down out over the base of his cock.

It's like he's saying it over and over and over.

...love... you...

... protect.... you.

You can't move, you can't think, you can only feel him fucking his frustration right into you.

Let me... baby....Am I understood?

Yes Satoru. Yes.

Lemmie hear you! Say it again!

Satoru—- Please... Ohhh I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, you scream out letting that dick turn you into groveling mess.

Satorus entire body quivers at the sight of your ass clapping against his skin as he picks up the pace.

Are you? I cant hear you.?

Say that shit like you mean it!.... Say it!

He's being mean and he knows it. But he needs you weak. He needs you broken. He needs you to quit putting yourself in harms way because he wouldn't know what to do without you.

everything you put him through resonates with the pleasure hes giving. You're right where he wants you, so his palm slaps harshly across your ass, his continued unmerciful thrusts knocking loose every screw in your brain.

Baby I am. I swear. Im so so so so sorry!

He yanks, dragging you back against him hard. He traps your arms in a tight lock behind your back and slowly rolls his hips to etch himself deeper. Imprisoning you in his arms, he growls lowly in your ear.

I don't believe you.

He forces you back over, this time pushing your chest to the floor. You're vibrating on the brink of an insidious rapture. Skin clapping against skin. Him tuggeong on your leash to to keep that arch the way he likes it. His pace is unrelenting. Like he was dead set on making you feel how crazy you made him.

You beg and you beg feeling the sloppy trails of arousal leak down the inside of your thighs. You'll say anything, do anything, BE anything for him. He has to know that. But still, he's unrelenting.

What's left of your voice creaks out in a whine.

So so so so sorry daddyyyy ohhhhh.

The moniker spills from your lips making him jolt with pleasure, spilling all kinds of his honored elixir into your trembling mess of a cunt. You're so full of him that your entire body spasms.

Daddy huh?

He likes it. It has a ring to he didn't know he needed to hear. Your clenched so tight he cant pull out. Fresh hot tears are running down your face and you look over your shoulder too distraught with your shattering to even speak to him.

He's gasping for the breath he takes. Beyond satisfied with your apologyas he blinks away the stars in his eyes. a wicked grin stretches across his lips when he sees the tears streaming down your face...

Wait!!. he chuckles, curling a portion of the the chain around either of his hands. He snaps the links and pulls your pleasure riddled body to him.

He clutches your chin between his fingers, and grins.

You cryin'??

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ilyasorokinn · 1 year

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(day one) not a real superhero , hangman

note, this is part of my mini halloween series, so for the rest of the series, check out this masterlist. none of the fics in this series are connected, so they can be read as standalone. another note, this scene is very much inspired by this scene from criminal minds when jack comes out dressed as his dad. check it out here is you want :) pair, jake "hangman" seresin x reader summary, tyler seresin had been planning his halloween costume for weeks and decided on spider-man, but as the day gets closer, he's not so sure. so, with the help of his mom, he decides to surprise his dad with a new costume. warnings, children/kids word count, 724 words

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Since his class had been shown the first ever Spider-Man with Tobey Maguire, that was all Tyler Seresin talked about. So, you showed him the others, and that became his entire life.

By the time he had become Spider-Man's number one fan, it was too late for him to be Spider-Man, so he decided to be his favorite superhero the next year.

"I'm ready," Tyler announced from his room. You were waiting in the living room for him to come out and show you his costume.

"All right, bud. Come out and let me see." You hollered back. You heard his door open, then heard him run down the hall, "Ooh, look at my little Spider-Man." You cooed. You quickly noticed his apprehension, "What is it?"

"I don't it." He admitted.

"Why not?'

"It's itchy." He scrunched his nose.

"Did you try the long sleeve shirt underneath?" You asked and he nodded, "What happened to wanting to be Spider-Man? You were so excited."

He shrugged, "I don't know."

"Well, you have to figure it out before next week." You reminded him.

"I already know what I want to be." He stated.

"You do?" You raised your brow curiously, "All right, spill the beans." He leaned down and whispered his costume idea into your ear, "I love it."

You had sent Jake out to the store to pick up some candy, so you set your plan into motion, "You sure you don't need any help?" You asked Tyler.

"I'm sure." He nodded.

"Okay, just shout if you need it." You told him as he made his way into his room and got changed. You waited in the kitchen, preparing a snack for yourself, for Jake to get home.

“Okay, I bought almost all the candy in the store, and I think the people there are mad at me, so we can’t go back there anytime soon.”

“How much did you get?”

“Like 5 bags.”

“Jake, how many trick-or-treaters are you expecting?”

“I don’t know, a lot.” He shrugged.

“What are we gonna do with the extra?”

“I’ll take it to work. Ya know, naval aviators love candy."

"Oh, I don't doubt you guys do." You nodded. You noted there was something else in the bag, "What else did you get?"

"Well, I couldn't leave without something for you." He smiled, whipping out a bar of your favorite candy.

"You're too sweet." You beamed, leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

"So, where's our little Spider-Man?" Jake asked, placing his keys in the dish on the counter.

"He has a surprise for you, but you have to close your eyes." He raised a brow, but followed your instructions and even covered his eyes with his hands, "You ready, bud?" You called out.

"Yeah." He hollered from his room.

"All right, come out whenever you're ready." He came down the stairs and gave you a big smile when he finally made it to the kitchen entryway.

You elbowed Jake softly in the side, signaling he could finally look at his surprise, "Did Peter Parker change occupations or something?" He joked.

"Daddy," Tyler whined.

"I'm kidding, that doesn't look like Spider-Man, though," Jake commented.

"He's not a real superhero."

"He isn't?" Jake took in the costume, and you could tell he was thinking a little too hard about it, "All right, who are you? Please don't tell me you're Uncle Chicken." Tyler laughed at the nickname.

"No." He shook his head.

"All right, I give up."

"I'm you, daddy." Tyler beamed proudly.

Jake beamed back just as proud, finally understanding what his son was saying. He was Tyler's hero, and that was the greatest pleasure in the world.

"You look almost perfect, but I think you're missing something." Tyler's brows furrowed together, "I'll be right back." Jake rushed off to grab whatever it was he was grabbing.

Jake finally ran back into the kitchen, his hands behind his back. He pulled out his pair of aviators behind his back and carefully placed it on Tyler's head.

"There, now you look perfect." Jake stepped back with the proudest look you'd ever seen on his face. Tyler smiled back up at his dad, "You ready to go get some candy?" Tyler nodded, and Jake picked him up, hiking him up his hip and heading out the door.

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jinkookspencil · 1 year

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bts x halloween couples costumes

Description/Tags: Fluff / OT7 Scenarios / No Smut At All / This is an OT7 post that is basically little scenarios of each member and their s.o., but they’re inter-connected - they’re all getting ready to go to a couples costume Halloween party hosted by Hobi and his S.O! I'm sure you can guess what Hobi has planned.... You don’t have to read every member, it’s just that that’s the setting in my head and some members are mentioned in some of the other members’ scenarios.

Author’s Note: I had the idea to write a post on this a while ago, but I completely forgot about it and I just wrote this on a whim. I wanted to try something different! Pretty happy with how it came out, it’s my first time writing like this for a few of the members so I’m at least glad I tried that. I’m sorry it’s taking me longer to post my other WIPs! I’m not that proud of my Namjoon drabble I planned to post but I might just upload it soon. Also I sincerely want to thank you guys for all the love on take off your glasses - i didn't expect it to blow up and i think i reached 2 follower milestones since then, so thank you sm!! (gifs are not mine! can't find original sources, so please lmk if i should just remove them from the post)

namjoon

“Honey, I have a couples costume idea for Hobi’s Halloween party!”

“Oh, really?”, Namjoon asks, walking over to you from his office chair upon hearing you at the door. “I thought you were matching with Jin’s girl? And me and Jin were gonna do a Pokemon one? Wasn’t that the plan?”

“It was… Wait did you and Jin get your costumes yet?”

“No,” he sighs. “It felt weird if one of us was Ash and the other was Pikachu then we just couldn’t decide who got which Pokemon onesie. Now he wants Charmander and I want Bulbasaur, but they only had Eevee and Squirtle and.. forget it. I, of course, want to match with you instead. What’s up, what’s your idea?”, he rubs your shoulder.

“Okay so, I have two ideas.”

“Of course you do.”

“Shh,” you smile. “The first one is a bug catcher and a butterfly. You’ll be the bug catcher and I’ll be a butterfly. You can wear a khaki or brown vest and shorts with a bucket hat and a net in your hands, and I’ll wear wings and do my makeup all pretty,” you say proudly, batting your eyelashes jokingly before looking at Namjoon to see his eyes in a crescent moon shape due to the wide smile on his face.

“That’s adorable, baby. I love it. My pretty butterfly,” he says, squishing your face. “I’m good with that, it already beats me and Jin’s onesies. What’s the other idea?”

“I think you’ll like this one more.”

“Oh?”

“So…. we’d need some more help with this, maybe Jungkook can come over and help us out since he’s a great painter, but…. What if we were Van Gogh and his sunflowers? We ca-,” you stop for a moment and restrain your smile, taking in the sight of Namjoon’s eyes widening.

“We can do it in so many different ways, babe. We can both be covered in paint, you’re his self-portrait and I have sunflowers painted all over me. You can just dress as he does in that portrait of his with the hat? Maybe even with the bandaged ear? And I’ll have sunflowers in my hair either way. What do you think?”

Namjoon doesn’t answer, but pulls your head closer to his to meet your lips, sighing against them after a kiss. “I love you.”

“Nice, huh?”

He quickly kisses you again on the lips, staring at you in adoration with a big, heartwarming smile on his. “Amazing. My beautiful genius.”

“So? Which one?”

“The second one,” he laughs. “Is that okay? Let’s leave the butterfly for next year…..” Namjoon’s voice trails off, and suddenly he’s staring at the corner of the ceiling.

“Wh…. You’re thinking of more art costume ideas we could do, huh?”

"There's American Gothic too...." he mumbles before his gaze returns to you. “Have I told you that I love you?”

seokjin

“Seokjin, no.”

“Honey!”

Your plans for Hoseok's Halloween party were set. You and your bestie would match while your respective boyfriends - Seokjin and Namjoon - would match, a genius twist on Hoseok's "couples costume" theme this year. But when she texted you telling you the plans were off and that she’d be matching with Namjoon, you were back to square one and broke the news to Seokjin.

You didn't think it could get any worse..... But he got an idea when he heard that one of their initial costume ideas was a bug catcher and a butterfly.

“Seokjin. I am NOT dressing up as a FISH.”

“Why not?!” he pouts. “You’ll be a fish and I’ll be a fisherman! It’s cute!”

“Seokjin, I’ve been to Hoseok’s parties before, everyone is going to be in their most amazing, creative costumes and I’m going to be a fish? I still have to make a good impression on some of your friends!”

“Honey, everyone already loves you, don't worry about that. And we’ll be sitting in the corner talking to each other and the guys like we always do.”

“But a fish, Seokjin?”

“Yes, what’s wrong with it?” he defends. “You know I love seafood!”

“To eat! But dressing up AS a fish?!”

“You don’t get it, honey. It’s because you’re a CATCH.”

Seokjin’s expression brightens at his own ‘genius’, and you try to restrain a smile - you always admired his ability to make a pun out of every situation.

“But I’d be a FISH, Seokjin. A DEAD and SMELLY CATCH.”

Now it's his turn to laugh, but he erupts rather than holding it in. “Honey, you’d be my favorite hobby! Well, you already are,” he winks, “but you know what I mean.

Put on a little extra of that floral perfume you always wear and we'll say you're a magical fish from a pond that smells like roses and can survive out of water."

“I can’t believe I’m dressing up as a fish for you, Seokjin.”

“Yes!!!!” he cheers, kissing your forehead. “Thank you, honey. Ah, be prepared, I’ll go around all night making that catch joke.”

“Why couldn’t we have been Mario and Peach? We have those costumes in our closets….. Can’t I at least be a mermaid?”, you slump. “Like you caught a mermaid?”

“Honey, that’s not realistic.”

“I’ll find a way to be a sexy fish,” you pout.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

yoongi

“Okay.”

“Okay?” you make sure.

“Yes,” Yoongi nods. “I like it.”

“Tell me honestly.”

“Honestly?,” Yoongi asks. “It’s a bit uncreative for a couples costume idea, darling, but I like it……… But judging by the expression on your face, you don’t believe me.”

You hadn’t noticed your eyebrows were furrowed until Yoongi pointed it out. “You just said it was uncreative, Yoongi.”

“Gomez and Morticia Addams is not a creative couples costume idea! It’s been done, but I like it.”

“Well, you come up with something, if you’re so good at creative costumes!”

“Darling, let me finish. I like it. You know why? Because it’s accurate,” he says.

“Accurate? What does that mean? Because you’re pale?”

Yoongi chuckled before turning his chair to face you completely. “It’s accurate to me and you. I remember watching that Addams Family movie and Gomez was so in love with his wife…. And I’m madly in love with mine. What’s that thing he tells her? ‘To live without you, only that would be torture’? That.” Yoongi blinks. “I like it because it’s accurate. Okay?”

You grab Yoongi by his cheeks and pull him towards you in a kiss.

“What the fuck, Min Yoongi?!”

“What?! I just said it’s accurate! Just draw the mustache on me. Gomez and Morticia Addams…. I like it.”

hoseok

“Wait, what did you tell everyone we were dressing up as?”, you ask your boyfriend from the makeup chair.

“Woody and Bo Peep from Toy Story,” Hoseok replies from the armchair beside you.

“Oh that’s going to be hilarious,” you smile for a moment before instantly suppressing it so the makeup artist couple complete your look. “They won’t see this coming. Are you completely done?”

“Yep,” he replies.

“So are you,” the makeup artist replies with a final stroke of her brush. “Take a look, Mrs. Frankenstein.”

When Hoseok said he’d take care of everything and would go all out, he really meant it. The makeup artist he hired did a great job at somehow making you look both fabulous and creepy, and so did the hairstylist, who gave you permanent white streaks in your hair as per your request, to surprise Hoseok after the party. Even the sort of wedding dress you wore was tailor-made as per Hobi’s insistence, but he let you have a hand in designing it, resulting in an edgy, fitted white dress that was a mini at the bottom to show off your thigh-high boots and a lacy corset on top of a short-sleeved lacy top. You looked like a rockstar version of the Bride of Frankenstein and turning to Hobi as he got up to take a look at you, you realized he looked like one too. Green all over with dark circles under his eyes, but a rockstar nonetheless… Hell, he even made the bolts on his neck look natural and cool. Where did he find this team of artists to put together your looks?! Sure he loved spoiling you, but this was almost too much, even for Hoseok.... and it didn't help that he was fidgeting all day, which he only did when he was incredibly nervous, setting you on edge as well.

“You look so cool, baby,” he smiles, hands in his pockets. “Ready for the party? We should get going now so we can start welcoming the guests in.”

“I think I am... Baby, you look amazing… we look amazing,” you say, taking in your look. “But there's something.... different about tonight. Don't you feel it? You don't seem like yourself too."

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you regret it, because suddenly, it's as if he hadn't had jitters the entire night. "I'm fine, baby. I'm excited! This is going to be the best party I threw, I planned so many things that even you don't know about. How about you? How are you feeling?"

"I can't describe it. I’m kinda nervous or… excited but in a way, I’ve never felt before.”

“Why?,” he laughs. “This isn’t the first time we’ve hosted a party together.”

“I know, but this feels…. big? Different? I don’t know why.”

“It’s nothing, honey. Forget that stuff about it being the best party, it's just another party! Besides that are you feeling okay or is something bothering you?”

“No, I’m fine, it’s just…,” you look Hobi in his eyes, “something feels different.”

Hoseok’s smile grows as he shakes his head. “It’s just a Halloween party with all of our friends, who love us. No reason to be nervous.”

You nod, taking his hand in yours. "I don't think it's nerves."

“Can I tell you something funny to help ease you?”, he says.

“What?”

“I heard Jin made his girlfriend dress up like a fish.”

You and Hoseok burst into a cackle, despite that he already knew of the fact.

“Knowing her, she’ll find a way to make it cool, though,” you say. “That helped, baby. I’m ready.”

“Good,” he smiles, touching over his jacket pocket before grabbing your hand. “Let’s go, my beautiful bride.”

jimin

“Jimin, are you home?” you yell from the bedroom upon hearing the front door slam.

“Yes!” he calls out. “Who else would enter with a key?”, you hear him gush under his breath. His voice and his excited face are too adorable for you to get annoyed…. and you had a pressing issue at hand.

“Baby, hi. So I’m kind of stressed because I couldn’t come up with anything to wear for Hoseok’s party.”

“Oh, right, when is it?” he asks calmly.

“Jimin, it’s Halloween. It’s tomorrow.”

“Oh!”, he gasps. “Then I’m in trouble too. Isn’t it supposed to be a couples costume thing too?”

“Fuck. What do we do?”

“I actually think I still have my Mickey Mouse ears that I got from that Disney trip with the boys…. How about Mickey and Minnie?”

You had discovered that Jimin was even more of a sweetheart than he seemed as you got to know him, but this was damn near one of the sweetest suggestions he had ever made in all your time together. “Mickey and Minnie?!”

“Yes! Do you have Mickey or Minnie ears?”

“No….” you reply shyly.

“Then let me ask Jungkook, and I’ll make a note to take you to Disneyland,” he smiles, but it almost immediately turns into a frown. “Ay, I forgot he got Donald Duck.”

“I can probably do my hair up in little buns?” you suggest.

“You’d look adorable, baby.”

“But what would we wear?”

“Just black? We might look weird, huh?”

“Why did we both forget?! I want to match, Jiminie, you can’t suggest Mickey and Minnie and just give that up, it's too cute but we'll look like Mickey and his weird rat girlfriend instead of Minnie.... but I can’t think of anything!”, you whine with your forehead against his chest.

You feel his chest vibrate beneath your skin, and the sound of Jimin's giggles nearly makes you forget the issue entirely. “Baby,” he giggles. “You won't look like Mickey's weird girlfriend. It’ll be okay, even if we show up in our normal clothes with no costumes and say we’re dressed as us.”

You lift your head up and stare at Jimin. “Dressed as us?”

“Mm,” he says calmly.

“I have an idea," you reply. "What if we dressed as each other?! I know we borrow each other’s stuff sometimes but we still have different styles right'? What if I went dressed as you and you dressed as me?! I think we can use whatever’s in our closets…”. You stare off in the direction of your wardrobe trying to form a mental image of all the outfits you both had. “What do you think?”

Jimin tilts your head so he can look you in the eyes. “I love it. Unfortunately for Hoseok, for a couples costume party, we’ll be the most coupley couple there and we didn’t even have to think about it too much… this is why we’re PERFECT together, babe...." He brings his soft lips to the top of your head. "I love you."

taehyung

“Taehyung, isn’t this a bit of a sad costume?”, you ask your boyfriend while applying lipstick in the mirror.

“What do you mean?”, he replies suddenly appearing behind you in the reflection, in full costume.

“Well, Bonnie and Clyde?”

“Yeah?” he raises his eyebrows.

“Well, you know…”

“I know…. what?” his eyes widen.

“Well, it’s a real story and I know we’re going off of the movie, but they die at the end.”

Taehyung licks his lips, his eyes darting around the room….

“You didn’t finish the movie, did you?”

He cringes, a faint shade of red appearing in his cheeks. “I slept before the ending.”

“And you didn’t even see it coming?”

Taehyung covers his mouth with his hand, biting his index finger. “I’m sorry.”

“Baby,” you sigh, turning around and cupping his face in your hands. “Why are you sorry? It’s a classic couples costume. I just said it’s kind of sad but you know what else it is?” His eyebrows raise quickly in question.

“It’s sexy. Well, not Bonnie and Clyde, that feels kind of weird and wrong to say. But this whole 1940s type of clothing on you, on us,” you say, your hands roaming over Taehyung’s chest before fiddling with his suspenders. “I know you like to wear this type of thing often, I mean, hey, you didn’t even have to buy anything, you just got everything from your closet but…. It feels good to actually wear them, you know? I’m not sad at all. I wanna walk into that party with my partner in crime.”

He brings the tip of his index finger to your chin, slowly kissing you… and as he breaks away you notice a bit of your red lipstick stains his upper lip.

“Partner in crime, huh?”, he asks, a smug smile on his face.

“Uh-huh,” you giggle, wiping off the lipstick from his lips.

“I like that. Let’s go, pudding,” he jokes in an exaggerated, undetectable accent as he wears his fedora, grabbing your hand too excitedly as he makes for the door in a laugh.

jungkook

“Baby, isn’t Hoseok’s party in like 3 weeks? It’s the beginning of October!”

“And we’re already too late!,” Jungkook complains. “Look, I don’t mean to outshine anyone in that party, especially not Hoseok since he’s got a lot planned, but we need to have an amazing costume, baby, just for our sake.”

“Okay, so, any ideas?”, you ask.

“Too many to choose”, he says. “It’s a couples costume party, right? So I thought about the most romantic place to look for inspiration since I’m so in love with you and this is an opportunity for me to show everyone how madly we’re in love with each other.”

“Oooh, I like where this is going… Let me guess. Something from Jane Austen? Pride & Prejudice?! Or Shakespeare? Is it Romeo and Juliet?”

“Shakespeare? Jane? What? No, that feels like something only Namjoon and his fiancee will understand. No, baby….,” he pauses for dramatic effect. “DISNEY!”

“Disney?” you ask.

“Yes!” he says excitedly. “Do you… not like it?”

For the split second before your answer, you cringe at the idea of you having to wear a Cinderella-like ballgown, or an Aurora-esque dress… It was the first thing your mind went to, and it was the farthest thing from a costume you’d like to wear, but seeing the sparkle in Jungkook’s eyes, you couldn’t say no.

“I like it!” you reply, trying to match his excitement. “Which couples were you thinking? Cinderella? Snow White? Jane and Tarzan? Belle and The Beast”

“Cinderella and Snow White? Me, the Beast? What? Baby.....no,” he laughs. “ Where is your head at today? Imagine you in a Cinderella gown, I mean I think you’re always beautiful but that’s just not you.. Right?” he asks.

….Well this surely isn’t what you were expecting.

“Right…. Then… What did you have in mind?” you ask, more intrigued than ever, which Jungkook could sense, judging by the readiness in his eyes, and you immediately regret the disappointment you felt when he brought up the idea. Fuck, you could never hide your emotions from him.

“Okay,” he continues with a smile on his face, pulling up a collage of Disney characters on his phone. “I thought of many and I did my research. The only one we can’t do is Woody and Bo Peep because that’s apparently what Hoseok’s doing but I have other options. There are many Disney couples - baby we have to do a marathon soon. Anyways, there are some where one suits me and not you, or you but not me. I went through people like Aladdin and Jasmine, Peter and Wendy, Hercules and Meg, Flynn and Rapunzel…. I know some of those are princesses but they seem more like you? Or we could do Mickey and Minnie - we could borrow Jimin’s Mickey ears but it seems like a last-minute costume so, actually scratch that. We could do the Dalmatians? I know Bam will like that! What’s more ‘us’? I think some cool ones might be Mr. and Mrs. Incredible from The Incredibles? Or what about Jack and Sally from the Nightmare Before Christmas? Baby, there are so many options and I just don’t know what to do and -“

You stop Jungkook by kissing him on the lips - it takes him a moment before he responds and kisses you back.

“Uhm….”

“Jeon Jungkook…..I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies shyly. “Are my ideas that good?”

“They’re that cute. I’ll tell you what, you pick your favorite.”

“Baby, that's the whole point of this, I can’t pick - you probably know Disney characters better than I do. Which characters are more like us? Or, actually, which ones are the most in love?”

“I don’t know I guess every couple’s love is different.”

“Is there one that’s similar to ours?,” he asks, eyes wide.

“No, our love is ours, Jeon Jungkook.”

He smiles. “That doesn’t help. See? Do you see, baby? We need something as romantic as that. I’m starting to think we’re more romantic than Disney movies….”

“I have an idea, baby. Let’s pick a few of the couples, work on the costumes for the next few weeks, and then we’ll see what suits us best. I think you have the charms of Peter Pan, but you have the emo soul to be a good Jack Skellington…. and you’d make a pretty accurate Hercules….”

“Hercules, huh?” he raises his eyebrows. “I’ll show you the strength of Hercules rescuing his damsel in distress”. He begins to tickle your waist, and you instinctively attempt to push his hands away, knowing they were making their way to your thighs.

“Okay, Jungkook, you really need to watch these movies because Meg says that she’s not a damsel in distress!”, you get out, with shrieks and giggles in between.

“Just let me make out with my princess,” he giggles, finally firmly grabbing your waist and pulling you up to his chest, kissing your lips more sweetly and lovingly than any prince in any fairytale you ever watched or read about.

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freakingxloser · 4 months

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Control - Three

Stu Macher x F!OC

(Gif is obviously not mine)

part one part two

warnings: gore, graphically described murder, murder, blood, violence, death, obsessive behavior, nudity, slight smut, somewhat somnophilia, groping, drugging, stalking, possible grammar mistakes since English is not authors native language.

A/N: Hey! I'm bad at posting lmao, I tried my best to finish this chapter as soon as possible! I hope you enjoy it so far.

@autumnnightbreeze I promised to tag you, so there you go haha.

Stu rushed into their house and grabbed everything he needed. Including a knife, the voice changer, his mask, the Ghostface robe and a pair of leather gloves. Within minutes he was back at Derek's house. He was lurking outside the windows watching the situation inside. It was a little after three in the morning and everyone had already left his party. Derek looked like he was still lively, cleaning up the mess his friends had made by himself. When Stu was satisfied that Derek was indeed alone, he stepped inside. He moved with quick, loud steps. Surely his mere presence would come as a surprise to Derek, there was no need to make a fuss about it.

Derek heard footsteps coming and turned in the direction of the sound. He flinched a little when he saw a figure dressed entirely in a black robe. He didn't make a big deal of it, this costume had been popular among the students after Casey and Steve's deaths. "Fuck, you got me. I almost shit myself." Derek chuckled and continued to clean up. Stu pushed into him, knocking him to the floor. He pulled out his knife and held it to Derek's chest. This was already making him a little uneasy, you could see in his eyes that he had gotten scared. "Alright, alright, fun's over. Put it away." Derek stammered out.

Stu chuckled under his mask before putting the voice changer in front of it. "The fun is just beginning, Derek." He said with a subsequent lunatic laugh. Derek crawled on the ground away from him, but Stu still had the upper hand. Even though Derek was circulating better, he was too scared to use his strength. "Getting girls drunk just to get laid, really? I thought your looks were enough." Stu chuckled while Derek thought about what he'd done wrong. He just wanted to have fun with a girl he liked. "And the meaning of the word 'no' doesn't mean anything to you either. You really are just a hollow head." Stu shook his head. That's when it dawned on Derek, this was about Sarah.

"I wanted...I just wanted her..." He stammered out, horrified. Stu could make perfect sense of what Derek was trying to tell him. The fact that he even admitted it made him even more angry. He plunged the knife into his chest and pulled it towards his ribs. Just lightly in the skin, not wanting to disembowel him...yet. Derek couldn't muster anything but grunts of pain.

"Just what? Just to fuck her? So your friends can pat you on the back? You just stepped a little too far into my territory. That's not very nice of you." Stu said with a mocking tone. He then backed away from him. He wanted to be a little polite and not ruin the beautiful white carpet Derek was lying on. "Get up you hollowhead." He ordered him. Derek stood up quickly, looking in horror at his torn shirt, blood rapidly flowing from his chest. "You have a chance to escape. Hurry up." Stu kept talking through the voice changer.

Stu was hoping Derek would make it a little more fun for him. As he had hoped Derek ran out of the house, but there weren't many houses around, the nearest one was about two hundred yards away. He didn't have that much time to ring the neighbors, so he headed into the woods, hoping for a chance to hide. Stu ran after him, even though he wasn't a keen sportsman, his long legs helped him to catch up.It wasn't long before Stu knocked Derek to the ground again. He landed hard on the dirt and Stu stabbed him several times, but in such a way that Derek was still able to perceive his surroundings. Naturally Derek begged for mercy, he wanted to live. That only made Stu more motivated. He also wanted this fool to know who he was dealing with. With one hand, he dug into Derek's wound below his ribs, and with the other, he removed his mask. His expression was insane. He looked like a typical psychopath, his manic smile was terrifying.

"You'll never touch what's mine again." Stu snickered and put on his mask. Derek didn't have the strength to say anything, he was in so much pain. Mostly he was confused, Stu never seemed like the type to kill his classmates. Of course, he didn't have much time to think. Stu moved the knife under his rib cage and stabbed into the soft spot again, making a long slash across Derek's stomach. Finally, he rolled up his sleeve and plunged his hand into his rib cage, searching for the heart. When he felt it, he ripped it out. He stabbed the heart several times with the knife and dropped it into Derek's gutted abdomen among the other organs just floating around.

After the murder was done, he took a few polaroid photos to show Billy then walked happily home. He washed off the blood that stained his robe, mask and hands. Then he went to bed and fell asleep, feeling that his little princess was all his.

The news that Derek was dead spread quickly since someone found him during their morning jog through the forest. Sarah was completely devastated when Tatum called her in the morning to share the news. Tatum did not leave out the gruesome details, which made Sarah even more disturbed. Since she was highly educated in criminology and was interested in that kind of stuff, his death just screamed that the act was clearly personal. The group set a meeting in a forest sitting on the other side of the murder scene. They always met there on weekends if their parents were home and so they didn't have a chance to meet at one of their homes.

The girls and Randy felt a little uneasy, realizing they could be a victim too since they were at the party. Billy and Stu were completely unfazed for obvious reasons. „Dewey said that the killer ripped his heart out and threw it to his gutted stomach. That is just nasty.“ Tatum explained the details to the rest of the group so they have the freshest news. „And he said that we all will be interrogated since we were at the party.“ She mentioned.

„Why would they interrogate us? We didn’t kill him.“ Sidney was confused, so was Randy.

Sarah shook her head and deeply sighed. „It’s clear that the act was personal, maybe someone held a grudge towards him.“ She stopped for a second, then her eyes went wide, she looked individually at everyone. „Maybe it was about the match! The opposing team didn't like the Ravens' win, so they went after the captain himself.“ In her mind this was the best way to explain it. This would make perfect sense to her. Billy nodded his head and snapped his finger. She was completely wrong, but this would be the best explanation for the public.

„We should tell the police just that.“ Billy had to make his agreement vocal. Since this could be the best possible way to make them out of suspicion, saving Stuart's ass. Randy was still thinking, he thought there must be something more, who would take a lost match that seriously?

He leaned closer to them. „Then explain the heart, genius.“ He scoffed.

Sarah had an explanation for that too. „Some of us take a lost game very seriously, some may take it too far. It can lead to humiliation by the coach, your classmates and so far I know…the team did not make it to the upper league thanks to their loss in this game. Could break someone's heart…As I said, it makes complete sense.“ She explained to him. This was a perfect theory Stu wanted to stick up to. She was intelligent, yet clueless. But he wanted it to stay this way, his sweet girl did not know he actually killed a man for her.

„Yeah, explain that, dumbass.“ Stu joined the conversation. It seemed like everyone except Randy were on the same boat. But Randy had to admit that her theory was pretty good, definitely a probable scenario. They stopped thinking about it, since they all “believed“ in the same theory, there was no chance of guessing the killer since they did not know the opposing team. It was hard for the girls to believe that someone is killing the teenagers in Woodsboro again. As if Casey and Steve weren’t enough.

And again the school canceled every single game for at least two weeks. The boys lacrosse team was devastated as well from the news, couldn’t believe their captain and a friend was now dead. Some of the girls were crying, probably because they already lost too many people in such a short time. Stu was happy and satisfied with his work. Especially after the murder he was checking on Sarah a lot, observing her reactions. Of course she felt upset. One night he tried to make up with her and in the morning he was found dead, thankfully for Stu, she did not connect his murder to her. She wasn’t crying for him, but she seemed a bit touched, after all, she knew him, it was pretty understandable.

That’s why Stu decided to visit her tonight again. She will have different stuff to think about than Derek's death. He already knew her routine, knowing that her parents are gonna go to sleep around ten, Sarah will make her tea and read a book, as usual. And since her parents' bedroom is on the other side of their mansion, there was no chance of them hearing him. As usual, Sarah was feeling dirty after her lacrosse practice, so while she was in the shower, he put some sleeping pills in her tea. This time Stu wanted an even better experience, so he put 4 pills there since he read somewhere that five and more could lead to overdose. All he had to do was wait till Sarah fell asleep.

It took her like thirty minutes till she completely fell asleep. As the last time, Stu sneaked into her room. He took off his gloves to touch her face, caressing her cheek. Stu took his sweet time to admire her beauty, just respectfully watching, thinking he is truly romantic at this moment, the thought this is actually creepy and he is about to basically use her afterwards did not cross his mind. He thought this is absolutely okay, even though he knew she wouldn’t find this as romantic and arousing as he did.

Once he was done being sweet, he started to unbutton her sleepwear. The fact she slept just in some blouse and panties made things much easier for him. Once he got rid of all the buttons and exposed her upper body completely, he leaned closer to her breasts, gently grabbing one of them and started massaging it. Of course Stu had to check her face occasionally, making sure she’s not waking up. Since the last time he got a bit bolder, being more sure he can take things further. So he took off his mask as well, putting it aside and going straight for her nipple. His tongue was making circles around it before he gently bit into her nipple. And since the only reaction he got was a sharp exhale from her mouth he could continue, gently sucking on her nipple while playing around with the other breast in his hand.

Stu’s hand slid down to his own body, unbuckling his belt and setting his cock free from the tight jeans. His actions and arousal from the thought of her made him painfully hard. He observed the lower part of her body before spreading her legs and putting the panties on a side. He started gently rubbing her clit with his thumb to release some of her wetness. Stu knew he wanted to wait with actually fucking her, but it was so hard for him to control his urges and desires. While gently working on her down there, he received some feedback in soft muffled moans under your breath. Amazed with how the human body works, even while Sarah was asleep, she was still able to react to his actions, how sweet.

After a while, she was wet enough for him. He teased her clit with his tip for longer than the last time, just for pure joy and getting those sweet noises out of her. He grinded against her with his cock, imagining how it would feel to be inside her, but all he could do so far was to imagine. Since he felt braver than the last time, he leaned over her, sucking on her nipples again while grinding against her wet core. It didn’t take him long to cum, after all, he waited for a few days till he had a chance to go visit her again. This time he was more polite and at least came on the bed sheets.

Stu put on his pants and mask again, quickly put her clothes back in place and with a quick peck on her temple as the last time. „Thanks, pretty girl. Soon, I will be able to fuck you properly.“ He chuckled to himself before leaving her room by the window. Stuart was clearly very happy with their act and definitely not in the right place of mind, since he forgot his leather gloves on her bed…

#stu macher #scream #scream 1996 #stu macher x oc #stu macher smut

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knowlessman · 1 year

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bnha I guess then? ep 5-7

ohey isn't that the tumbly sexlerguy of this show? with the scarf and the 5 o'clock? actually idk if he was in the poll or if drawfee just talked about him before, but he looks like one to me.

huh. he's got his shirt tucked in and all. not planning on hulking out tonight I guess. -- come to think of it tho, there hasn't been any talk so far of whether this "inheriting" of the Quirk is going to mean that All Might loses his power. -- …okay I guess this is him saying that here?

…"Itadakimasu" is translated as "I'm off!" here. I think I'm gonna have to accept that I'm never gonna know the full meaning of that one unless I put my entire ass into learning what's probably one of the harder languages to try to learn when starting from English. 'XD I should content myself with knowing about "natsukashiku."

This fucking guy again

This other fucking guy tho, Ida (Iida? Maybe the subs just misspelled it that time? idk). Cautiously starting to like him. Bit annoying, but annoying about being a decent guy.

it's the sexlerman doing his Kakuna cosplay. Forgot he did that. Maybe he's literally just Stein but less uncomfortable to watch, that'd be fun. -- Aizawa. When do we learn pink girl's name tho? The opening flashes the names by too fast.

ZUKO. IT'S ZUKO. HI ZUKO. Hope he gets some lines soon. -- literally googles just to check that he isn't voiced by dante basco bc that might be the only thing that would actually get me to watch a dub (I just like to read shows and not have to follow verbal convo I'm not here to argue about it) -- also Froppy (?) and birdman and that one guy who by reputation needs as few lines as possible and, uh, acid girl I think? and invisible girl. and, y'know, the rest

sounds like shithead's (not The Bad Shithead, the bad shithead we already know) VA is having fun, at least. sounds fucking terrifying

…eraser what. …am I not gonna wanna like this guy? I know just enough about what eraser head (the movie) is to know I don't wanna know any more about it -- pretty sure he's bullshitting about expulsion. unless it's gonna be laser navel here who gets expelled, cuz I've never seen nuffin about him before -- stg give this man a bucket hat and clogs and poof he's from a different show -- …gawd I hope nothing tempts me to continue bleach, I haven't heard anything good about the bits past that filler even tho it's aesthetically so much more my jam

Uraraka. …I read the entire Bionicle book series as a kid, I should be able to remember that just fine. … ':|

can't get the image of saitama with his head stuck in the ceiling out of his head

…ayup. no notes. next one.

"the person with the lowest total score will be expelled" meanwhile I don't think being fucking invisible makes you run any faster or throw any harder. the fuck's No-Hat-No-Clogs on about? -- absolute dickweed. also how in fuck did invisible girl beat deku? cheating? is she even able to make her clothes invisible, or is it a Violet Parr situation where it has to be a specific material?

I mean tbf you haven't tried powering up one toe at a time yet. running/skipping that way might look stupid as hell but it's better than blondie over there

"I'M DEKU!!!" 'XD -- I also love the exaggerated reaction shots in this, they're very good -- copernican…? googles nerd.

how I've never seen a gif of "I'M… COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!" I'll never know

these oughta be good

okay this is cute -- facepalm nobody told me deku was a furry

…well that's conve - huh. Iida being the teammate will be interesting. (also is it gonna turn out that they're lying about it being randomized now? because this is some astonishing coincidence) -- interesting that they're literally playing rainbow six siege tho

awfully metallic for paper mache

…that's… huh. powerful moment for bakugo to just throw away like he's going to

aye, next one

haha kid bakugo walks like a rugrats character

why is zuko half-covered in ice for no reason? is that sposed to be his costume?

heh. he's not Saitama or Rock Lee. He's Karate Kid. (I saw like one or two episodes of Legion of Superheroes) His superpower is knowing what it's like to not have a Quirk. -- "I need a plan." runs off ah, yes. more time for thinking. hope he stops being relatable soon and actually comes up with a plan, tho. -- you don't need to beat Bakugo if you can get him lost tho. …maybe I'm underestimating him but I would be surprised if he bothered to memorize the layout worth a damn. -- I swear his VA is channeling a lot of mob boss for a high schooler 'XD

…Iida you're being weird. for the love of fuck please don't tell me you're gonna start listening to mr bonaparte up there

"he's just standing there… cackling like an idiot"

huh. we did learn why he's got bigass grenades on his hands. -- sidenote: …when I was a kid I wrote up superpowers that my stuffed animals had. one of them was literally this. …I gotta get myself to fucking write more. (didn't write any actual stories, tho. also obv I didn't think of the gun bit) -- and that's how deku got his costume

aye. good shit. gonna stop for tonight

#knowless watches bnha

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Not an Angel

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: yesss!

Can I say how much I love your writing and how I'm so glad I have your notifications on as I was making it a daily task to check your page for a new post! If you could write 13 and 14 from general with some spice that would be great - I know you'll do it so well and come up with the best concept that I cannot wait to read Thank you from Spain xxxxx

• Warnings: swearing

• Summary: You turn up at Jay’s apartment after a halloween party and he isn’t best pleased with your outfit choice

• Words: 1585.

• A/N : Quite a short one for me! Has been sat in my drafts half finished for a while so thought it was time i finally finished it.. Thanks so much for this request and I hope you like it xx

Hope you enjoy!

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It had been a long night, the thought of trudging back to your apartment wasn’t appealing to you in the slightest. You hadn’t even consumed a drop of alcohol so easily couldv’e driven but even that seemed too much of a task. Instead, you remember the offer Jay propositioned a few months ago but yet again reiterated this morning after learning you’d be out all night at a party near him

‘Feel free to crash at mine if you want, you know where the key is’

As you left the party, the sun was peaking through the clouds and you knew you’d fucked up. You were only supposed to go for a short amount of time but when you’re in a club with no clocks, one hour turns into two and two soon turns into many many hours later.

On your way to his place you tried to call but no answer, still dreading getting back to your apartment just a few blocks over, you decided to still make you way over to his. After all, he was the one who offered?

Reaching to grab the key from the top of the plant pot besides his front door you laughed at his stupidity ‘For a Detective you’re not that smart Jay’ you chuckled. Turning the key in the lock you quietly entered his apartment, tiptoeing through the front door and flicking on the light you got the fright of your life when Jay was already stood waiting for you.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” his voice was stern, even though his eyes were squinted from the sudden bright light you could see the darkness shining through his stare. You leant on your hip as you crossed your arms, trying to cover the low scoop neck of the costume but knowing it was too late as you could feel his gaze already roaming over your body.

“It’s my halloween costume” you grumbled, trying to keep your eyes from dropping to the grey sweatpants that were hanging low on his hips “That’s not a costume” he let out a condescending laugh “thats lingerie”.

Your eyes widened at his comment, the sinister smile on his face as he leans on the doorframe “You don’t look too mad about it Halstead” you hit back, turning to walk into the kitchen knowing full well he would be watching your every move. Putting an extra swing in your hips as you walk, flicking your hair as you strut was giving you an immense sense of confidence. Feeling the burn in your back from his gaze as you pour yourself a glass of water, looking up through your eyelashes to see him still standing his ground in the doorway.

Leaning on his side with his arms folded across his exposed chest, every gulp of water you took you could sense his eyes were still on you “Why don’t you take a photo Halstead?” you tease, pouring the water out from your glass into the sink and placing it on the side “You can put it in your bank for later”. You offer a flirty smile but the way his arms tensed told you he wasn’t as amused.

“I can’t believe you went out like that” he tuts, running a hand along his brows in frustration “I can’t believe they let you” he murmers under his breath but due to it being the very early hours of the morning causing the silent atmosphere, you heard it loud and clear.

“I’m sorry?” you raise your brows at him, making your way out of the kitchen to copy his stance of leaning against the doorframe “They let me?” you question, aware of the fact your crossed arms were exentuating your cleveage and Jay was also quick to clock on.

“Eyes are up here, Jay” you taunted, chuckling as he came back to life to bring his eyes up to you “You know what you’re doing” he sighed, padding his feet along the floor to meet you in your spot.

You shrugged innocently, batting your eyelashes with a pure smile “Don’t know what you’re talking about?”. You straighten up to now be stood directly in front of him, allowing him to tower over you as you feel his breath lightly hitting your forhead. The tension was building, the pair of you waiting for the other to break the thick air that had grown in the apartment but neither of you wanted to crack first.

You almost flinch as after what felt like an endless amount of minutes Jay reaches to place his hand on the side of your face with a huff “What am I gonna do with you?”, you were grateful to see the glint in his eye along with a slight lift to the corner of his lips as he was clearly enjoying this as much as you.

“You don’t like my costume?” you tease, tilting your head to lean into his touch but this was soon redacted. He dropped his hand to trace the diamantes that outlined the corset of your angel costume with a shake of his head “Oh I like it” he lets out a huff of laughter as you shiver under his tenuous touch “But I don’t like that everyone got to see you like this”.

You tried to cover the harsh gulp but the smirk spreading across his face told you he knew the effect he was having on you “Do I make you nervous, baby?” you could hear the confidence laced in his voice and that alone made you weak at the knees but you were desperate not to just fall into his arms in a helpless mess.

You shook your head, concious of the strain that would be on your words if you tried to verbally respond, also being paired with just not knowing what to say. You and Jay always had a flirty banter with the others taking the piss of how bad you wanted each other but being too resilient to give in.

You constantly had a feeling it would eventually boil down to one of you being unable to resist the tension any longer but you didn’t expect it to be so soon, nor did you expect Jay to be the first to fold with the look of hunger and possession he was currently glaring at you with but you certinatly didn’t have any objections.

“Lost your voice?” the smugness in his voice was getting to you, you so badly wanted to bite back but it was like every word you’d every learnt had been pushed out of your mind. You knew he was expecting a come back, something he could use as more leverage. You couldn’t meet his expectations, the things you were focusing on were mainly staying up right and the fact he was still standing over you shirtless and giving you perfect vision of the intensity of his chest rising and falling every second the silence went on.

“I think I should go” was all you could mumble, thinking it would give you a second or two to regain yourself as you step towards the door but before you could even turn you were stopped by his hand grabbing onto yours “I don’t think you mean that”.

You took a deep breath as his hand settled on your hip, grasping at your skin to pull you into him “It’s four in the morning for christs sake, I’m not gonna let you walk home alone”. His voice changed to have a slight softeness that you weren’t expecting, when he grabbed your hand there was a very big part of you that visioned being pressed against the wall in a matter of seconds and you can’t help but try and push down the dissapointment that was growing inside of you.

“If you want to go home, I’m coming with you” you both knew you didn’t want to leave and you cursed yourself for how well he knew you. You’d barely said two words and he had you under his thumb “But I just don’t think you do baby”.

Your heart skipped a beat everytime he called you by the petname, something he often did out of pity or in a joking manner but there was no joking or humor in his tone and you never knew how much you’d craved him to use the name on you so bad until now.

"No” was all you managed to spit out, followed by a deep sigh you didn’t know you were withholding. You watched as a grin formed, paired with what seemed like a sudden tightness of the grip he had on your side “You wanna stay?” he questioned which made the urgency you had for him multiply as even during the heat of the moment he still wanted to check you were comfortable and on the same page.

You nodded, placing your hand on the back of his neck to take the loose hairs between your fingers with a light tug. Even this wasn’t enough for Jay, who tried not to get distracted by your actions and stay focused “I need to hear you say it”.

“I don’t want to go home Jay, I want to stay with you” you reassured, pressing a light kiss to his jawline which earned a low grown to escape from his throat “Not so much of an angel after all, are you baby?”

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navegandoaciegas · 3 years

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Maneater Writing Challenge

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Hello everyone! I hope you’re doing great!!

In honor of the upcoming Hot Girls Summer, and of me hitting 2.6k followers here on Tumblr, I wanted to host a smut writing challenge with the topic of “Maneaters”, aka fem doms.

FemDom is a large term that includes many different kind of dominant women. It originates in the BDSM community and it indicates activities and relationships where the female partner is in charge. There’s different type of femdoms, for example the gentle kind that combines sexual dominance with nurturing elements (example: mommy kink), or the more widely known dominatrix kind that enjoys dominating in a cruel, strict way.

Fem!Dom readers x Sub!Male character is a pretty rare trope in the Marvel fandom, but I hope that by hosting this challenge I will inspire more people to write this type of content.

Let’s go over the boring rules before we can get to the fun stuff:

You can write for any characters played by Sebastian Stan (ex. Bucky Barnes, Lee Bodecker...) or Chris Evans (Steve Rogers, Andy Barber). Any other Marvel character, like Sam Wilson, is also fine.

The story must be a reader insert (character x reader). So no OC’s and no character x character. Poly and multiple characters x reader is fine to me.

The closing date is September 9th, my birthday! No pressure if you can’t get it done by then.

You must be 18+ to participate.

No word limit, but please use ‘read more’ if your story is longer than 250 characters.

Due to the nature of the challenge, all stories must include smut. You can make it nsfw of any kind, as any genre is welcome: fluff, angst, dark (dub-con, non-con), hurt/comfort.

Any AU, trope and kink is welcome except: scat, snuff, gore, underage, bestiality.

Send me an ask or a dm with the prompts you’ve chosen. Choose at least one. You can pick as many as you want from all categories. No limits of # people per prompt.

I’m going to reblog and comment each story I get, and I will eventually create a masterlist with all the submissions I get.

If you have any doubts, please don’t hesitate to contact me.

I picked over 50 prompts in total, so I hope you’ll find at least one that will inspire your creativity.

The prompts are listed below the cut.

Lyrics (You can use the whole song or the lyrics I selected as inspo):

Maneater by Nelly Furtado: I wanna see you all on your knees, knees, you either wanna be with me or be me. Maneater, make you work hard, make you spend hard, make you want all of her love.

Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds: Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored, I'm the girl you'd die for. I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out, 'cause that's what young love is all about. So pull me closer and kiss me hard, I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart.

How to be a Heartbreaker by Marina and the Diamonds: Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun, but baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run. Rule number two, just don't get attached to somebody you could lose.

CryBaby by Megan Thee Stallion: Uh, his friends and his dad hate me (yeah), I broke his lil' heart, he a crybaby

Heart of Glass by Blondie: Once I had a love and it was divine, soon found out I was losing my mind. It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind. Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind.

Daisy by Ashnikko: Make your man call me daddy, he talk too much, he's too chatty.

Get on your knees by Nicki Minaj: You gotta beg for it, beg for it, I wanna see you lookin' up. Baby I'ma need you to beg, beg beg for it. Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees.

Poker Face by Lady Gaga: Russian roulette is not the same without a gun. And baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun.

Prompts

Mommy kink

Dacryphila

Gagged and Bound

Anal Plugs

Chastity belts

Humiliation

Degradation

Omorashi

Body Worship

Loss of Virginity (Virgin Character)

Innocence Kink

Corruption Kink

Men wearing panties and stockings

Faceriding

Cuckolding

Revenge/Makeup sex

House Husband kink

Mistress kink

Pegging

Lactation/Breastfeeding kink

Breeding kink

“How quick can you make me cum?”

“I’m not touching you unless you beg me to.”

“Bad boys don’t get to cum.”

“Take it.”

“Please, mommy.”

“You look so pretty on your knees.”

“I like men better when they shut the fuck up.”

“Did that hurt? (...) Good, because it was meant to.”

“Keep making those noises for me, baby.”

“You’re not coming unless I say so.”

“You’re in so much trouble, baby boy.”

“Should've thought about it before you decided to piss me off.”

“Jealousy looks great on you.”

“I’ll be so good to you.”

“I’m yours, all yours.”

“Please, gimme more.”

“So fucking tight.”

“You’re such a pathetic little slut.”

“Look at you, drooling all over yourself.”

Situations (You don’t have to use these, but I thought I could give you some extra inspiration):

Jealous reader shows character who he belongs to;

Reader pegs the ‘_’ (insert whatever annoying behavior you want) out of the character;

Reader cucks disobedient character;

Character surprises the reader with a maid costume;

Reader makes character wear a sex toy (anal plug, vibrating panties, chastity belt) in a public setting;

Seemingly innocent and sweet reader surprises character with a kinky side;

Seemingly kinky and experienced character reveals a soft, innocent interior;

Reader gets revenge on her cheating partner;

Reader verbally humiliates the character;

Character accidentally call the reader “mommy” in the middle of sex;

Yandere!Reader is obsessed with character;

Yandere!Reader thinks that the character is cheating on her with another woman.

Tagging some writers who may be interested. Please don’t feel pressured to join.

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littlepadika · 2 years

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The Perfect Flip l Daddy!Javi x f!Reader

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For @oceanablue basically my long lost sister 💕She always sends me the best asks and has supported me since the beginning. I know you love Javi, bb, and honestly that's who I see you with too. He loves how sweet you are and he makes sure to treat you to all the special things. I hope this brightens your day baby 😘

Warnings: DDLG, short fem little, physically described reader, mention of special play 😉

Earlier this week you told Javi you mastered a roundoff back handspring and he had to google what that was. Once he did he quickly told you that you need to wait until he had a proper mat. He always had a mini heart attack when you'd do your stretches and flips around the house without any mats.

"But I can do it papi!"

"I know you can but uh..." Javi tried to think of what to say, stroking your dark hair, "Papi would like a full show. I'll get you a new costume and everything."

"Really!" You jumped excitedly.

"Yes that sparkly one you want." Javi squeezed your hip. "So no gymnastics until we can do it right."

"Mkay papi but what about when we're having special playing?" You asked innocently. You were referring to how you'd stretch your body in all sorts of ways when he would make love to you.

"Dios" Javi huffed, shutting his eyes momentarily. "You know Papi loves how flexible you are. But that's different than this fancy flip you're talking about."

"The round off back handspring, Papi." You correct him.

"Yes that." Javi groaned.

So this led to Javi getting all the supplies to make a little practice room in the spare bedroom for you. Mats, props, and outfits. You were getting more and more excited as the day approached, making your stuffies do your routine and flipping them around since you couldn't do your own flip.

"Papi!" You perked up as soon as you heard the door bell jingle. Today was the day. You'd gotten all ready for him putting on your sparkling gymnastics uniform. It was your favorite color and went great with your complexion.

"I'm home baby!" Javi beamed when he saw you. You barely let him close the door before you were running over and hugging him tight, your face buried in his chest.

"I missed you so much, papi." You mumble against him.

"Me, too. And look what I brought?" He lifted up the shopping bag he was carrying, the gymnastics mat poking out.

"Yay!!!"

Javi laid the mat down while you got his little judges table all set up with a little white board where he could write your score. You put some of your stuffies on the table too because they were also judges. You had a hello kitty speaker for your music too.

"Are you wedi, Papi?"

"Hmm I think so." Javi tested the security of the mat. "Can I give my little princesa a good luck kiss?"

You nodded, getting some of your lip gloss onto him but you didn't say anything. You just giggled into your hand when you noticed the smeared red color.

"Now announcing our first rhythmic gymnast, Oceana, la princesita más preciosa en el mundo." Javi cupped his hands so his voice sounded louder in the small room.

You waved professionally, getting ready on the mat like you did before competition. Javi hit play on your music and you effortlessly went through your routine. Javi felt his heart warm with pride at how great you looked. You were so talented. He knew your routine by heart, clapping when you hit your marks.

"And now she'll be attempting the most difficult flip..." Javi announced as you reached the end of routine. You took a deep breath before going into the round off. You knew you had nailed the flip as soon as you did it. It felt just like it was supposed to. You hit the ground and steadied yourself before turning to the judges table.

"Wow!!!!" Javi cheered, running over and picking you up and twirling you around in his arms. "I'm so proud of you, bebita."

"Thankie papi!" You giggled, linking your hands around his neck. "But what was my score?"

"Mmm let's ask our judges." Javi set you down, holding your hand. He lifted each stuffie to his ear and let them whisper your score into his ear.

"mmmh okay." He muttered between each stuffie making you nervous for the final score.

"And the final score is... a 10!" Javi wrote it on the white board.

"oh yay!!" You squealed. It didn't matter it was just in front of your Papi and stuffie friends. A 10 was a 10.

"I knew you could do it, baby!" Javi lifted you back into his arms again.

"Thankie for making it special, papi."

"Of course." Javi's smile softened. "You deserve it. I am so proud of you."

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#daddy!javi #little!reader #oceana #padika's 1k celebration

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 2 years

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7th Dimension (Chapter 4)

7TH DIMENSION SYNOPSIS/MASTERLIST

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 3.1

WATTPAD LINK FOR 7TH DIMENSION

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: You were utterly in-denial for living in a world you hardly knew of. With your amnesia not helping it through all the pent-up anxiety. Thus, which makes you entirely apprehensive of everyone's presence that it even got to the point of thinking of an escape plan in the midst of all. Yet, everybody knew there was no escape in the hands of the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer. Everybody knew the consequences, except for you.

Warnings: Some Italics during dialogues are said in English. Reader can be quite stubborn in this chapter and also in the next chapters too but it's because this is a multi-chapter fic, so which is why the phase might be slower than usual. Yuji, Megumi and Nobara is here. I don't know why I've considered including it in the warnings? Satoru, his sweet tooth and being an utter pest as always. This is one of my favorite chapters I've written right now. Heehee! Mention of Naruto and Kakashi by the reader. Mention of Google and Taylor Swift.

Tell me if you want to be tagged whenever I publish chapters for 7th Dimension! Send an ask or message me!

A/N: I'm done with another new advance chapter today for 7th Dimension which is why I decided to post Chapter 4! Also, I'm in a good mood considering that I think I'll have the chance to cosplay Maki Zenin soon because the seller accepted my order of costume! Heehee! There might be lots of typos and grammar errors here and there because my eyes are droopy af right now. HHEHEHE.

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE SUPER-DUPER HIGHLY APPRECIATED! IT GIVES ME SUCH MOTIVATION AND INSPO!

Words: 5.7k+

Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. I only own the plot of this whole fanfic. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be.

THROUGHOUT THE CAR RIDE, there was definitely no energy left in you after your humiliating fit of pique. What was the experience? Basically visualize cheese being squeezed in between beef patty and veggies, the beefy patty manspreading in a cramped car like you weren't even there in the first place. An image that nobody needed but could tell how you also actually felt. Actual cheese. Wriggly nerves every now and then with distress being brought to the fore, sitting side by side with the total polar opposites---Satoru's student named Fushiguro and the Sensei himself while the other two were in their continuous, verbal mocking battles.

If you were guessing right, he was intentionally trying to raise your hackles more. Adding more trepidation towards your self-consciousness.

You were perspiring so bad. Was it because of what you were trying to plan in the middle of it all or was it because of their presence which makes you react like a cat on a hot tin roof?

Or was it just simply because of this guy named Gojo Satoru as he was coming across as someone who has some kind of six sense when he knew your every move despite of showing the minimal signs of it?

You were thinking of a foolish plan that was immediately thrown out in the depths of an ocean, crashed in between an interloping jet train---to a degree of screwed up ignorance in your part.

Sea Urchin head was focused on his phone, heedlessly scrolling through the internet as if he was using it as a method to pass the time and avoid any verbal contact with anyone. An introvert. You quickly thought to yourself, scanning through what he was trying to search up but end up not understanding a single line or two due to the fact that it was all in Japanese letters.

Damn it. Your subconscious mind muttered inside your head.

You were improvident for Gojo's attention that has been on you since the moment of the car-ride. He was trying to discern what kind of mannerisms or characteristics you had and at the present time, you were having absolute adjustments to a world you certainly have no idea to. Was it really a doable decision to keep you around?

He was quipping in jests between Kugisaki and Yuji's heated tete-a-tetes, emitting laughter here and there when it gradually died down as he caught sight of how you were being on the lookout for any source of help.

You'd even went far into blinking repeatedly towards the taxi-driver like he would understand that you needed help. It just earned you nothing in return.

Satoru immediately noticed, covertly snickering on the side, and yet you hadn't noticed that you were caught even before you know it.

He'd murmur a low 'Oh. I see.' as if he'd seen something out of the windows. How did he actually see what was meant to be seen when he had a blindfold on? you've asked that tiny voice inside your head, ignorant of your pursed lips as you were completely aware of him who sat beside you during the entire taxi-ride, pondering on what he whispered to himself. Gojo was seated on that side, disheartening at it may seem, in all likelihood, he was thinking that you were bound to flee. Howbeit, to Gojo, he actually didn't care at all because it wasn't like you weren't easy to capture. The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer knew it was easy-peasy, even if you were some Special Grade Cursed Spirit.

Gojo just really wanted to sit on the window side. There was no meaning to it. He just wanted to.

His quiet mumble was coherent for you to hear---or you were probably just too conscious of his presence. Utterly absorbing to your disappointment.

Never one to beat around the bush---as you were finally and slowly having a gist of how he approaches people, Gojo slightly lifted himself to his side, fishing out his phone from his pocket that made you stare at him wide-eyed---he didn't actually know you were trying to feel if he had his phone in his pockets, did he? your restless, inner thoughts mumbled repeatedly.

You were biting your lip, apprehensive in a way that his actions were bizarre into recognizing your movements too well---perceiving that it was a way that you were planning any measures to ask for help. Is he actually being observant of you as well?

He was quick to swipe right, offering you a twinkling grin and his cellphone. It left you staggered that he didn't even bother to have a cellphone password as if he was not worried that people would try to snoop with his belongings, "Need to call someone who probably doesn't exist, Tiny-Chan?"

Maybe, there was no use in escaping then.

Sushi Tokyo Yoshida, a famed Sushi restaurant situated in an improbable location on a rustic shopping street in out of the ordinary, Hatagaya. Be at odds the transcendent intramural, resplendent outfitted with lacquer-gold Japanese screens and chiseled wood panels.

Seated before you were Gojo's three peculiar students and situated beside you was...well, of course. The fetching, blindfolded guy.

Fetching. You mentally asked yourself, drifting to the unbalanced part of your brain as you wanted to hit yourself for even thinking that way towards a man who was holding you hostage.

Reminiscing on what happened prior to the moment you were taken to a famous Sushi Restaurant you actually heard or read from an article before being ensnared inside Tokyo Jujutsu High and with the people who surrounded you, the term Jujutsu Sorcerers came tumbling your mind like a mysterious tale you've never heard of.

What was even a Jujutsu Sorcerer? Did they even existed around the world?

"Why am I even with these people," you incoherently talked under your breath, a hand placed on your forehead as it felt like your brain was having some sort of malfunction for not understanding what was happening at all.

Satoru's students were giving the impression of how normal people acted, they were breathing normally. Avaricious for food to be exact as the pink haired student and Ginger-haired gal were fighting over distinct Sushi pieces while Sea Urchin head was devouring his own pieces in silence.

Everyone appeared to be normal except for the fact that the man beside you who wore his Stygian blindfold was functioning too well for his own good despite of his blocked sight. It even got to the point that you were outstaring him while he ate beside you and it was stupefying to say that he knew you were actually staring and had to turn his head to ask you, 'what?'

The theory was beyond your capacity to believe, yet he was proving a lot of points and evidences that he could surely see anything through the blindfolds he wore despite of not taking it off. He wasn't even tripping on his own foot.

What the actual heck was all you could think of.

But, in spite that, your refutation to believe that everything was real and true to life is still stronger.

Not until they'll be giving you a reason or two to dispel your doubts that they were outside the limitations of how ordinary people were. Then, you were probably not breathing on the same earth that you lived in before.

Another dimension. What was this? Some kind of Doctor Strange sorcery then? That wasn't possible. You shook your heard with a smile, trying to lessen your frets and agitation by trusting yourself more than anyone. "I don't even understand these three students who seemed to be cosplaying as well,"

It was even far more equitable that you could fathom every single word that Gojo says rather than his students who also spoke the same language as he does. Nevertheless, to you---the whole translation thing went kaput, coming to realize that they've got lost in translation when it was their turn to conversate.

Thanks, Taylor Swift. You thought to yourself, wishing that it didn't happen to you literally. But, look where that got you right now.

"Does anybody even speak English around?" you sounded hopeful, making eyes at Gojo's three students who never dared to give you a glance as they were too distracted with their own worlds. Hence, you repeated louder this time, trying to make it obvious that you were rubbing it in. "---Do...you speak-o, English? Any of you?"

They've heard you, loud and clear. You've seen how they've ceased chewing their food for at least a second before they went on again. Deep down your rejected heart, you knew you were worth a minute of their actual time amidst their growing appetite. Though, they actually had the audacity to turn a deaf ear when you tried sparking up a conversation between Gojo's students, completely snubbed by them.

Without conscious choice, you can only think that they were deliberately reacting like that because they wanted to avoid a parley of the English language.

They actually were, though you didn't need to know that.

Which left you sighing in the background, your Sushi left untouched as it felt like you weren't famished or that you were too self conscious of anyone who surrounded you. "I don't know why you're the only one who could understand me when I don't even speak Nihongo." the chatter was sent towards Gojo who was stuffing his face with his own chopsticks and Nigiri, a type of sushi where the rice is molded by hand and the fish or other toppings are pressed by hand atop the rice. "---I can really understand you well. This is weird."

"You're either acting or the heavens and earth tell me that I'm the only way for you to survive in Japan. Hehehe. Still I'm the honored one then," Gojo fecklessly divulged, a slovenly speech in his part because he was still chewing as he did so. He'd pointed his chopsticks to you, cocking his head to the side as he mindlessly wondered, "---Strange for us to understand each other when we shouldn't in the first place,"

"You don't seem like you're cosplaying Naruto or some sort---wait---I think I know now." Lending the subject matter on the idiosyncrasies of Satoru after listing down all things considered to be able to escape, he would be of linchpin to your getaway. In the light of being aware that he was the one and only who could get a gist of your every word.

But, could you? really?

By the looks of it, you were going to have a difficult time after all because it was like he knew what you were already thinking in advance before you could even take countable measures to your escape attempts.

"Kakashi! Kakashi! You're a fan of the anime then!" your focal point was now on Gojo who kept on eating, "---Show me your eye! You're probably keeping something under those blindfolds---some contact lenses or some sort!"

In a blink of an eye, the Jujutsu Sorcerer stood clear of your grasp without a hitch. You've wanted to pilfer his blindfolds off him just by how you tried to reach out without a doubt. Satoru had not activated his Infinity, it was the neutral form of the Limitless which is commonly known as the ability to stop or slow things down for all people who knew how his abilities worked. Actually, he could if he wanted, but chose not to for haphazard reasons. Perhaps, it was because you knew nothing of their work nor appeared to be a person who would simply comprehend what being a Jujutsu Sorcerer meant.

It was either you were crazy enough to understand or mad enough to skedaddle once he even tries to activate a little bit of his techniques.

There was no in between unless you've finally came to a realization that this would be your new-normal rather than your life back in your dimension. A dimension where Satoru certainly never knew of.

He seized you to it at warp speed, catching your fingers in between his used chopsticks without even bothering to look as he leaned away from your touch. You didn't even took the time to breath out a breath that you have been holding and this man had you caught in your leashes.

You were probably around the bend because all you can ever think of right now was the astonishment you're feeling. This man held some aberrant skills that you could hardly guess of.

"Eh? Kakashi?" Gojo, who left you lost for words by the whole interaction, gently pushed your hand away in no sweat, guilelessly blinking back at his students. Though, Itadori was the only one who bothered to watch like a silent gossiper in the background before the student shrugged to himself, "---Yuji, you know a Kakashi?"

"No, Sensei." Sukuna's vessel insouciantly insisted, idly blinking back at his Sensei, "---Is it an anime?"

A backlash of your previous behavior prior to when you've woken up to his face. Gojo Satoru felt that this amazed feedback you were in the process in could be considered as a positive one. You were capable of adapting towards their craziness, it just needed time, effort and trust just like how your mind would fix itself into knowing what you had for the Jujutsu Society.

"I'm taking it back, Fushiguro. I don't understand a single thing she says. I don't like her." Nobara was in a garbled mess for her noshing. Megumi ignored a couple quips from her, unbothered by how he was staunchly jabbed to the side, making him stumble from his seat because Yuji Itadori sat in the middle of them as Nobara sat on the other.

"Even you, Yuji. Get away from me!" She added, pushing the pink-haired student one more time to give herself more space as he was actually taking some of the seat's area, while Megumi was left breathing down complains incoherent for everyone to hear.

"Gojo-sensei seems to be the only one who could. Though, he speaks the same language as we do and she understands him," Yuji Itadori was scrutinizing your every move. He'd witnessed how your mood immediately changed from being astounded to a fit of nark from the second that the server provided plates of Chocolate and Matcha Mochis in front of Gojo like you were optimistic to have some, but your recognition that you only met them today stands in the fight that you had within yourself.

Or you were just stubborn enough to starve and take pride over believing that the Sensei they look up to was an abductor.

Yuji wanted to help your skepticism over everything, that you were driven to their world with a reason that their Sensei never tells nor speak of. But, he chose not to bother because he never knew how to word it out right especially that you speak of different language.

Language Barriers are indeed a pain in the neck.

Besides, their Sensei might have something beneath his sleeves for however he would let you habituate during your stay in Tokyo Jujutsu High.

"Weird." Nobara managed to talk with her mouth full of Sushi, "---Like she existed and have been teleported to understand no one but him."

"What an unlucky fate for her then." Fushiguro mumbled, his own chopsticks in between his lips as he stared on his plate.

Unfortunately, Gojo heard his mumbling and chose to broach over the subject. One hundred percent understanding his sudden acerbity which has gotten the Jujutsu Sorcerer student stiffening his posture, "Oi! What do you even mean by that, Megumi?" he harmlessly teased, finding no offense to whatever his student wanted to point out.

Mochi, a Japanese rice cake made out of short-grain Japonica glutinous rice and other more ingredients displayed right before you---no. Scratch that. Right before, Gojo Satoru's side of the table. You were sure that just by seeing the sight of it was enough to make your stomach rumble in discontent. Claiming to own what you were known for back in your country, the woman who owned Chomp for Sweets wasn't actually just a living lie. Forsooth, you were a woman living with a sweet tooth and seeing all the numerous pastries of Japanese delight placed before you screams that white-haired Cyclops fancies them as well.

Did he really? Gojo doesn't appear to be of a man who was fond of them. If he was then it was all endearing.

Endearing, you repeated and heard your inner thoughts echo in the back of your head, making your reach out for your face and actually want to slap yourself for thinking so.

You did not just think he was adorable after not even offering you some?

"I haven't actually fully introduced them to you," Gojo took you out of your contradicting miseries, taking your attention away from your heated face, "---My dear students, introduce yourselves!"

The two first year, Jujutsu Sorcerers carried on their masticates while Itadori had the civility to set forth in the activity of knowing you, being the only one who remained eye-contact as he talked.

"Not until I finish this," Nobara chewed her Sushi that filled the ample of her cheeks.

Timorous as he may be, Sea Urchin have actually had the courtesy to introduce himself first rather than the amicable student that Satoru had, "My...name...is Fushiguro Megumi." he inertly conversed, impassively watching you from beneath his luxuriant, black eyelashes that made you squint his eyes at him.

You couldn't believe he had such lucky genes.

"I....am...Yuji Itadori!" The rose-haired student began excitedly, giving a big salute and a toothy smile that kept your heart in awe.

She was a rose amongst thorns, probably also able to prick you with it as she finally managed to swallow a big chunk of her Sushi, "Kugisaki Nobara," the pretty, ginger-haired woman who was thoroughly blessed in the physical aspects which can be called beauty introduced herself.

Though, she manifested that she did not like you one bit, much to your dismay.

Everyone was bearing into the perception of perfect. How it was possible? You had no idea.

Not wanting to skip another moment to introduce himself, thinking you might have another set of fluctuating amnesia---well, you had amnesia. But, you weren't forgetful to the point you'd let his name slip out of your mind. It was already done and hearing his name was enough because it was already consuming enough that you had to keep repeating how it sounded in your head for the 30th time of the day, "---and I'm---" Gojo started with a grin, slightly turning on his seat to face you with a beam, but apparently you've cut him off.

"I know, I know. At least let me borrow money for a plane ticket, I'll pay you back, Satoru. That's your name right? Satoru? Surname's Gojo?"

Was it the way you said it? How churlish it was to their point of view. They were sure you looked younger than their teacher. But, a lot older than they are. Legal to be precise. It sounded like a flippant regard of their Sensei's name when it escaped your mouth or you weren't just educated towards their culture.

Trying to perceive your actions, you sounded like you knew him well enough that you were treating him as someone equal---just human. Someone who did not care for his achievements nor abilities. When in real time, you could instantly be obliterated if the Strongest Sorcerer wanted to.

For all they know, you probably do not realize who he actually was.

The trio disrelished your salutation like it was the least they expected from you. Were foreign people always like that? They mentally thought all together, continuously keeping a weather eye, "What? You guys look like I offended the whole world. I'm not calling him in some Japanese honorifics because first of all---I am still confused and mad that I'm being held as captive over whatever is needed that I should remember!"

To everyone's ignorance, Gojo took nothing of it to heart and authorized whatever you wanted to call him. He was smiling, widely still so and with a gesture of his hand, he brushed it off and chuckled beneath his breath.

"Eh, It's fine, we're close."

His students gave him a look, wondering how the heck did that happen in such a short period of time.

"She just arrived three days ago, Sensei." Yuji implored with a raise of his brow, curious enough to know how did that happen.

Well, he wasn't one to judge if he were to talk about Aoi Todo.

"We've built friendship for three days then?" The Sensei answered with shrug of his shoulders, reaching for a piece of chocolate Mochi with his chopsticks.

"While she was asleep? Does nobody want to talk to you anymore that you had to chat with unconscious people?"

Satoru took no account of Megumi's question, too preoccupied with his desert and for the fact that their Sensei knew you were eyeing the sweet pastry from the moment it was served, leaving him to tease you especially that he heard your stomach grumbling.

"Fushiguro," Yuji quietly scolded his friend, digging in another set of Sushi platter.

"What?" Megumi deadpanned with a raise of his brow.

Gojo Satoru was trying to keep himself from grinning ear-to-ear as he heard your stomach rumble for the fourth time this day. He was finding so much fun for the reactions you were having, it felt like all the thunder and clouds were above your head right now that he had to devour another Mochi in his mouth, showing you as he deliberately chewed.

"You sure you're gonna' take a plane ticket?" he chewed on his own sweet treat before he added another information that made you blink at him twice. "---Or just call Ijichi and take the private plane? You choose, Tiny-Chan. Unless your business, your friends or your home doesn't actually exist back in your country right now,"

So, he rich-rich. You blinked twice, finally finding where his eyes were beneath his blindfolds. The curvatures being the only depiction of what you can imagine him to be. His eyes still an enigma ought to be explored. Your curiosity spiking through the roof as it made your insides turn mushy.

What did he actually looked like beneath it?

"I think I've hit my head too hard," a mumble of truth escaped your lips, the words reaching Gojo's hearing. He responded with a one-liner, humming as if to be on the same mind with you.

"Hm, maybe a little too hard for your tiny brain and height to process," a pause. Satoru raised his chopsticks, gesturing towards his plate of sweet delights that rested in front of his table as if to poke fun for your own pathetic, sweet cravings. "---You sure you're not touching that?" he added, lightly walking on thin thread over your annoyance that the order of Mochis wasn't for you, "---You've got a sweet tooth too, then?" The Jujutsu Sorcerer dropped down further mocking remarks that made you fall on your seat more, incognizant over your own expressions that he immediately read through you, "---Though, you're not allowed to have them. Heh."

There was this feeling that made you want to run off the hills. One reason was because you really wanted to go home and just make yourself invisible from everyone so that you could be free from their presence and Second was because of Satoru's teasing that you find abnormally benign to the heart. The way it was delivered tells you that he was just playing around and having that sort of sentiment just by officially meeting him today can be risky.

The experience gave you Deja vu for an encounter that has happened in the past regarding with men that has somehow gave you the butterflies every now and then.

All of a sudden, this menace of a man named Gojo Satoru was giving you the chimera that you've actually seen him somewhere despite of just knowing that he existed until today.

"You've ordered that for yourself. I've been eyeing those Mochis since the first time it landed on our table," you grumbled, eyebrows tightly furrowed. Your voice stuck in your throat as if you were suffering in your own cravings and misery.

Satoru's grin went wider if that was even possible, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he devoured another piece which wholly filled his mouth. "Eh! Sucks to have brain injury then." the latter talked with his mouth full, a dulcet laugh vibrating out of his chest that has gotten your toes rickety.

The way his laugh sounded---a conglomeration of contradicting adjectives that you can think of. He was probably right. You were really having brain-injury for how you were seeing things in your own perceptions. His laugh consisted of bonbons, pleasant and wholehearted. Presumably keeping cryptic ingredients inside because of what other secrets he was probably hiding from everyone. Butterscotch for the intriguing resonance it held with an additional sprinkle of sour-candies for the derisive twang every now and then.

What was suddenly happening to you?

"You---You told me I was fully healed by the school doctor!" Stumbling on your words, these thoughts got stuck in your throat. Megumi observed without a word, taking heed of your jimjams and from the way you were acting were like the women that were captivated by their Sensei, the women whom surrounded Gojo whenever they were out and about.

Though, you seem like you were fighting for your life and just wanted to melt through it all, trying not to make it obvious or that you were in utter disbelief because of how the thought looked unrealistic to everyone.

However, to his students---it wasn't impossible. Barely. Women...practically throw themselves at him and the Sensei also knew, trusted and believed he was that attractive as hell.

Megumi Fushiguro languidly blinked to himself as he went on and ate in silence.

"Not entirely. Not until you've snapped out of your amnesia. Shoko emphasized you're in between being delusional and forgetting your whole existence," Gojo stated as a matter of fact, his tone in a sing-song voice that ignited a voice you've been keeping inside that made the three students jump in their seats.

"I TOLD YOU, I HAVE NO AMNESIA! I AM PERFECTLY FINE! I JUST DON'T REALLY KNOW WHO YOU GUYS ARE!"

The table shook beneath everyone, inattentive that you've kicked Itadori on his knees in which he did not mind because it actually didn't hurt a lot. The first year student was just utterly bewildered by your sudden outburst that you had him staring at you with his cheeks filled with food.

Nevertheless, their Sensei cared less and snatched out his phone from his pockets, quickly typing something as he thoughtlessly responded, "Right, amnesia. Says that tough scar you have on your forehead now. Hold on a sec," Gojo was humming as he did so, keeping the tip of his chopsticks in his mouth, "---Google here states that Amnesia refers to the loss of memories, such as facts, information and experiences." he sounded totally unconcerned, dropping down his chopsticks on the side while he pointed at one of his students, specifically the black haired one.

"You're currently in the state of in-denial. We could adapt to that. Right, Megumi?"

You and Gojo had your gazes fixed at Fushiguro who was left dumbfounded for the abrupt question. The first year Jujutsu Sorcerer gazed back, aghast from how he was suddenly involved in the debate you were having with his Sensei.

"Megumi, right? Can I hit him?"

Were you asking him a question? Megumi silently thought to himself, expressions lukewarm which made you not know what he was thinking at the present time.

"Huh?" Megumi emitted an audible hum that reached everyone's ears that surrounded the table.

You pointed an assertive finger towards the man who was beginning to get your dander's up, "Your blind teacher? This guy. This one."

Oh, how confident you sounded. Gojo kept his mouth shut, covertly snickering on the side from the idea as he crossed a leg. You won't even have the chance to try, if you wanted. "If you could get to touch me, I guess." the Strongest Sorcerer mumbled to his own, shrugging his broad, stalwart shoulders before his focal point was on a plate filled with sweet confections.

"Yes." Sea Urchin deadpanned, a scowl deepening from the question he didn't quite comprehend.

Itadori went on in giving curious glances to the three of you, not understanding what the heck was going on. "Did you even understand her, Fushiguro?"

"No idea. She just seemed to be asking a question,"

It was difficult to believe Satoru's words. The lack of credence was getting your mind into thinking why your identity was capable of being inexistent. Based on his sole phrases and explanations, experiences from the taxi-cab ride where he was confident enough to lend you his phone and call someone who was---as stated by Satoru himself---phantasmal till the time that you were both pulling each other's legs, figuratively.

He seemed to be rather pushy that you were in the middle of an intense amnesia and that you've travelled to a different world---their world where you had to be beneficial for them.

By remembering what he was trying to show you a picture or illustration of.

A freakin' manga panel, as you highly believed it came from.

You couldn't accept it. Everything that was happening felt too good to be true in a negative kind of way because the experience would be of a fantasy. Would it be called a dimensional-teleportation magic?

Space-warp?

A preternatural multiverse?

The idea only existed in the movies and you held strongly on that.

Hence, which is why planning another escape method to vanish within their fingers---these people who surrounded you that seemed to be out of their minds was the right thing to do.

Because you deeply believed they were still somehow normal.

"I need to pee." It was frank, straight to the point. A genuine slip of your tongue. You really needed to take the loo. Even so, you also had other empty-headed plans. Your knees were shaking because of the crisp breeze and from your thin casual, sleep-wear clothing, compared to their thick set of uniforms, it wasn't exactly a lot.

You were also on tenterhooks because of an escape plan that had at least a fifty percent chance of being successful.

Nonetheless, you were heedless that just by being in the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer's presence alone, given that it would be a point one percent of a success rate because everyone who encircled around him were already on the palm of his hands and they didn't even have to blink an eye.

The Gojo Satoru, prominent to everyone in the Jujutsu Society but also being an absolute threat to the higher ups and to everyone who abhorred his existence ever since he was born---the actual power he holds---is being messed around and not be taken seriously by a mere non-sorcerer?

Your defiance and obstinate determination over refusing to believe him out of all has gotten him interested.

To the point that he knew you've avoided the restrooms and dashed out of the restaurant's doorway in a nippy.

Gojo Satoru knew you were still utmost skeptical out of all. You were more of a firm believer of your own opinions---headstrong because you needed proof of what and who they really are in their world.

"Gojo-sensei," Itadori probed and mused on the subject, staring wide-eyed as he blinked over your retreating form, see to it that you were utterly ignorant over where to go because you had no idea over the routes and roads that worked in Japan because you had no maps nor GPS.

Nobara had her elbow on the table, a fist catching her jaw as she also watched you scram in the midst of her sighs, leaving no words because she knew you were bound to come back to them no matter how you hated because as far as she could understand, you only had their Sensei as a way for help if only you could see the bright side of it.

"Yes, Yuji?" Satoru gave his student a benevolent smile, already sensing where you were headed.

"She just left the restaurant."

Megumi was scrolling on his phone, searching through the news or probably information about the people who were already probably dead and have been involved around a Grade-2 curse spirit out in Sumida. However, despite being occupied on his phone, the first year student was actually listening to the conversation, "Gojo-Sensei probably threatened her,"

Gojo pointed his chopsticks at him, feigning his offense with a shocked expression, "I did not!" he gasped, mouth turning an 'o' before it fell as he dwelled, "---Hm, maybe, a little bit?"

"She's trying to escape." Straightaway, Yuji stood on his seat, holding onto the cherry-colored hood of his jacket as he was leaning over the table to see where you went and probably hovering over Fushiguro which got his friend in another grumbling fit. "---Oh, she left."

Satoru paid no heed to that and continued to express his admiration over such toothsome Mochi's that were left on his plate. "I know---," he admitted with no rush, remaining on his seat as he sat tight. Gojo wanted you to have at least, your kind of fun before you could see his face again, "---and I need to finish this last piece of mochi,"

Perhaps, you were one who liked to play a little chase with the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive.

Tiny-Chan's living the dream, doesn't she? As always. 😥😫 Also, I was snickering when I had to include Taylor Swift and how Yuji, Megumi and Nobara gets lost in translation whenever they're speaking to Tiny-Chan. HEHEHEH. I giggle over my own references and jokes, people. I'M SORRY! (T3T)

Anyway, FEEDBACKS ARE SO MUCH APPRECIATED! <3

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I saw this gif set and I knew straight away that I had to get your thoughts on Eddie’s outfit! Eddie in kinda yellow! Also with the check pattern. I see this all the time now because of you and I love it!

@moniquekatie always wonderful to have you pop up in my inbox!

Sorry it took me a couple of days to reply to this, I was catching up with some friends I haven't seen in person since pre covid, so I decided to combine it with a social media break!

The gif set is awesome! That is indeed the closest we've seen Eddie to an obvious yellow and combined with the check its super fun because Eddie is dealing with the judgement of his parents and obviously we all know Shannon is about to disappear into the night. I haven't really looked in too much detail at any of the flash back scenes beyond making a record of the costumes - I always treat them as something a little bit separate from the main story because often in tv shows the designer can put different tools to work so themes that might be evident in the main story doesn't hold up in flashbacks (this doesn't seem to be the case with 911 though!)

looking at this gif set actually set me off on a little bit of a thought spiral!

So we know that this is the scene before Shannon leaves for the first time and the gif show her in that red top with the busy white pattern.

the other flashback scenes show her in a khaki green long sleeve tee with a ochre and black dot/striped cardigan which is a pretty busy pattern

she's wearing what I believe to be a blue plaid shirt when on webcam with Eddie in the only other flashback scene we see her in (other than Chris's birth, but she's in a hospital gown for that so it doesn't count).

When Shannon comes back into the equation during season 2 we see her in a fair amount of patterned clothing - in 2x07 when she comes to Eddies house she is in a plain rust coloured silk shirt. then later after her interview at Christophers school, she's wearing a bright yellow dress with a check pattern (which fits nicely into the check pattern theory!!).

Then we get to 2x10 - when she's sneaking around with Eddie - black top and Khaki green pants - ok so its just dawned on me as I'm typing this that this is like a mirror/ slightly dressed down version of Eddies flirting/date outfit™ of black shirt and khaki trousers!!! 911 costume team I see you with your sneaky parallel to Buddie 👀 (Not the best screen shot, but its the one that shows the most of the costume!)

then when she turns up at the firehouse gift drive, she's in a patterned top (and yellow theory waffle cardigan!)

Then when she reunites with Christopher on Christmas day, she's in a stripy sweater (which fits with my stripe theory - post coming soon I promise everyone, I just keep getting sidetracked by other costume stuff!!!)

2x13 we see her only briefly - when she brings Chris to the hospital - she's in a yellow ochre top with a waffle weave giving it texture, but technically no pattern. It's the same for 2x15 - browns and ochre colours, but no patterns.

2x17 there are patterns patterns everywhere! On the beach we have the pink dress with the white spotty pattern all over - when she thinks she's pregnant.

and then we have the yellow floral top she wears both when she's out with Chris and Abuela and when she dies on the crosswalk.

we also have the patterned dress she wears to dinner when she asks Eddie for a divorce.

And then we have Ana! The following is a list of all her outfits.

3x12

- white sleeveless blouse blue and red patterned skirt,

- pale blue long sleeve blouse and black trousers(?)

- white sleeveless blouse with dot and red flowers pattern

3x15

- red patterned blouse which is similar to Shannons first one

4x06

- white sleeveless blouse with black tiny flower pattern and burgundy trousers

- white sleeveless blouse with a pale pink check pattern skirt.

4x08

- black sleeveless dress,

- white waterfall top of some description.

- lilac cardigan with a black top with yellow and purple flower print on

4x10

- pale green ditsy print top (the pattern is very similar to the pink dress Shannon wears to the beach!)

4x13

- purple see through cardigan, white dress with lilac flowers and red lines on.

- long sleeved black blouse and trousers

4x14

- hospital - teal cardigan, black top with blue flowers on,

- black semi transparent 3/4 length sleeve top

- short sleeve ditsy print red top and black trousers. I actually think this one is the more interesting comparison with Shannons red shirt and all will become clear below!

5x01

- black dress with very busy red print

5x02

- Yellow ochre spaghetti strap top with large floral print, what is it with Eddie and his girlfriends turning up at the fire house unexpectedly and wearing the same colour ways in scenes that parallel each other!

5x03

- baby blue long sleeve wrap top with lace edging and jeans

If we focus on the outfits she wears while dating Eddie (so from 4x06 onwards but not including 4x06 itself as technically they don't start dating until after this episode) a theme begins to emerge - patterns lots of busy patterns and all these patterns represent important moments that lead to a mini relationship theory - that the person who ends the relationship in question wears busy patterns and they seem to wear them from the moment they realise the relationship is heading to its end.

Now I know that you'll all be crying out that Eddie is the one that ends his relationship with Ana, and he doesn't wear any patterns, but my arguement is that is kind of technically a mutual break up he's just the first to speak - that whole break up scene in the kitchen is not one sided in the way that both times Shannon left are - she is the one who leaves/ asks for a divorce/ dies. We know Chris is considered Eddies heart and he seems to be wearing the patterns for Eddie in relation to his relationship with Ana - that shirt in the picture above, he has a patterned shirt on when Ana meets Carla in 4x08 and in 4x10 he is wearing both stripes and dino patterns.

The theory doesn't just relate to Eddie though, it is backed up with other examples from other characters!

Tatiana - when she rejects Chimneys proposal, she's in a striped cardigan which is made up of lots of greys, white and black - it looks patterned - this is basically the end of their relationship, Chim just delays the moment of it by ending up with a rebar through his skull.

Abby - A jumper which has a very detailed knit pattern when she says she's leaving for Europe, again this is the moment that truly signifies the end of Buck and Abbys relationship.

Michael - when he tells May and Harry he's gay and he and Athena are technically no longer together - he's wearing a shirt which has a small pale blue check pattern - this is the onscreen moment the romantic/consolidated family unit relationship ends.

Ali - we don't actually see the break up - when we see her for the last time - she states 'I don't know yet' implying that the break up actually happens later on (during hiatus) and this is why we don't see her in any patterns.

What I've written all of this out for was to run through it to make sure it played out. If this is in fact a way of signposting who is going to end a relationship, then there is only one conclusion to draw - Buck is going to be the one to end things with Taylor because basically nearly all his outfits around Taylor since he started dating her (so season 5!!) have had busy patterns incorporated some how (even those floral gloves get new meaning!!!) The only ones that haven't have been pyjamas LAFD hoodies and work out clothes.

This hiatus spiral is now over 🤣and thank you for sharing the gifset with me Moniquekatie so that I could have this little spiral!

💜💜💜

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