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astarasstuff · 7 months

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"kissing i hope they caught us, whether they like or not."

contents: smut! fem!reader, semi-public sex, fingering, praise, nicknames (pretty, baby, pretty girl, honey etc.), they nearly get caught, implied they were heard? but can be interpreted otherwise, established relationship. they fuck in a dressing room (cliche I know), implied richboy!gojo, gojo just thinks your sososo pretty. 18+ mdni!!

summary: honestly, it's pretty much your fault you got here in the first place. how naive could you be to invite your boyfriend to zip up a dress you were trying on and not expect him to fuck you?

notes: hii! if i had the balls it'd be accurate to the lyrics and they would get caught, but I'm not that brave. anyway doja popped off with agora hills idc if shes the devil! also semi inspired by that one starwars scene w anakin and padme (you know the one)

"toru, not here. people might catch us." you pant, attempting (and failing) to break away from your insatiable boyfriend.

"yes, here baby. don't care if people see. wanna show you off" he whispers and captures your lips back into a searing kiss. you can't fight it, even if you wanted to. he just feels so good, and you hum into his kiss.

you just wanted to go clothes shopping with your sweet boyfriend, having received your paycheck for the month. but now you're here, in a changing room of your favourite clothing store, making out with said boyfriend. you just wanted his help with a zip you couldn't quite reach, but gojo's hand started to wander and, well, one thing led to another and sooner or later his tongue was down your throat, the dress pooled at your feet and his hands all over you.

"mm- seriously, i really don't wanna get banned from this store, toru." you mumble against his lips, but make no attempt to pull away from him.

"can't help it, pretty girl. you just looked so good in that dress. wanted to do more than just take it off of you." he purrs and presses his lips against yours as you whine in response to his praise. his hands are feeling you up, from your ass, to your hips, waist and then your tits. he's so hot against you, and you arch your chest into him, wanting to feel more of him.

"careful, pretty. thought you didn't wanna get caught?" he teases, and he presses into you in return, flattening your back against the changing room wall. your arms wrap around his neck and your hands find purchase in his hair, moaning into the kiss.

"ma'am? everything okay in there?" you hear an employee ask, and you freeze, pulling away from gojo and slapping a hand over his mouth.

"y-yes! I'm fine, sorry, struggling to get this dress off, haha" you chuckle nervously. you shudder and let out a small gasp as you feel gojo's hands travel even more south. you give him an incredulous look and he just winks, his fingers playing with the hem of your panties.

"would you like some assistance, ma'am?" the employee asks and you scramble to find the words as gojo plays with your clit through your panties. “nope! nope, ill be okay, thank you!" you manage to keep your composure, and the employee decides you're fine and leaves. you take our hand away from gojo's mouth, and scowl at him.

"what is wrong with you-" you whine as you feel gojo's fingers pull your panties to the side and his fingers make contact with your aching clit.

"sorry baby, I just can't help myself around you. want to be touching you all the time" he coo's, using his other hand to snake around your back and unclasp your bra, and taking it off you. he starts to kiss down your neck, to your sternum and then on your tits. you clasp a hand around your mouth to stop you from making too much noise as gojo increases the pressure on your clit.

"oh, look at you. you feeling good, pretty?" he asks eyeing your expression. he chuckles when he hears a muffled whine in response. he latches his mouth around your tits, and his other hand leaves your back and goes down to your pussy, teasing you. you buck you hips, wanting him to finger fuck you. he pulls back a bit, and you hear a muffled chuckle come from him, then he pulls away.

"you want something, sweetness?" he teases. you whine at his teasing, and remove your hand from your mouth.

"want you to touch me more, toru. please?" you beg, your face scrunching up into an almost pained expression. he chuckles at you and finally relents, easing his thick fingers into you.

"can't deny my baby when she looks this pretty, can I?" he drawls, slowly thrusting his digits in and out. your mouth opens to let out a whine but gojo swallows it with his own before you could make too much noise, kissing you sloppily.

"jesus, honey, still so tight on my fingers, hm? that feel good?" he breathes against your lips and you bite your lip and nod, holding back your moans and whines. he snakes his other hand down to rub your sensitive clit, fingers thrusting into your pussy when he curls them up into that spot and you have to slap your hand over your mouth to prevent you from alerting the employees what's actually taking place in your changing room. gojo barks out a laugh at you, eyes trailing all over your face as he keeps driving his fingers relentlessly into your g-spot. "ooooh you love it when I hit that spot for you, don't you pretty? love it when I finger fuck you onto your tip toes in public, hm?" your hand is still smacked against your mouth, but you nod vigorously, head tilting back and eyes squeezing shut.

"aw, you gonna cum, baby? is my girl gonna cum all over my fingers in a dressing room, yeah? making a mess all over my hand, when anyone could pull back these curtains and see how sloppy you are for me?" and he speeds up, your mind going dizzy at how he never fucking fails to hit that spot, and your thighs start twitching as you near your orgasm.

“nuh uh, wanna hear you now, baby. wanna hear my girl as she cums all over me." he says and removes your hand from your mouth, and you try your fucking hardest to keep your moans quiet, but it's so god damn hard when he knows just the right way to fuck you, even when it's only on his fingers.

“h-haahh- you- mmmh-!" you can't even string a sentence together now, because you're just so fucking close. and gojo can just tell, he knows your body so well, after all. as you cream all over his fingers, he hides your moans with his lips- he doesn't mind getting caught, but he knows you'd probably die of embarrassment, so he gives you this one thing. he smiles into the kiss when he feels your hips involuntarily twitch as you cum, your cunt convulsing on his fingers. he lets you ride it out in his fingers before pulling away.

"mmm- messy girl." he teases as he pulls his fingers out of you, admiring the mess you made on his fingers. he then brings his eyes back up to you, who was now panting heavily, slumped against the wall. he wraps his arms around your waist and peppers light kisses along your collarbone, causing you to giggle. as your mind clears, you realise what you just did, what you let him do to you and where you let him do it, and dread fills your bones. you stuff your head onto his chest, groaning in embarrassment. "there's no fucking way they didn't hear that." you say matter-of-factly, and gojo giggles.

"maybe, baby. but I can buy this whole store and its fucking silence"

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working on boarders as we speak, as well as a big gojo fic and some headcannons for gojo, geto, nanami and toji <3. also that padme and anakin scene lives rent free. in every lobe of my brain

#gojo smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo satoru x reader #jjk fic #gojo satoru #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #i did this instead of studying

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kvthgok · 7 months

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Pain In the Ass | Miguel O’Hara x Teen Spider Reader (Platonic obv)

Warnings- none

Summary- Miguel scolds you for going on a mission he told you not to go on but you had enough of it

Side note- OMMLLL I HAVENT WROTE IN SOOO LONG IM SO SORRY YALL 💀🙏. ANYWAYYYSSSSSSS this one takes a lil just a lil turn Yk 🌝 OKAY ILL SHUT UP ENJOY THIS OR DONT IDC 🤍 (Not Proof Read hehe)

Miguel was always busy with dealing with a multiverse falling apart, so he didn't have much time to deal with his rebellious kid.

Basically you.

Miguel was standing on the platform where he was looking at all the floating holographic screens , not realizing that his kid had once again escaped for like the 100th time today. . .

"Chinga tu madre. . ." He muttered and groaned to himself when he noticed that you weren't in your usual spot in his big “man cave’” as you would call it when you were younger

Miguel took a deep breath.

He sighed "Lyla, where is my kid?"

Lyla appeared, “tsk tsk your always losing your her Miguel” she said annoying him

Miguel pinched his bridge of his nose, “just tell me where she’s at lyla” clearly getting pissed off

Lyla rolled her eyes in her normal sassy way, “she’s in another universe fighting an anomaly—you know the one you told her not to go fight” she said looking up from her phone

Miguel rolled his eyes, "I give this kid one rule... "Pendeja, I told her to stay away from that anomaly!“" He muttered under his breath.

Miguel sighed, wondering what he had done to deserve having such a rebellious child

"Lyla, call the others. Make sure they know there is an anomaly in that universe."

Miguel sighed deeply, annoyed at how his daughter constantly disobeyed him.

"I didn’t sign up to be a father to be disobeyed constantly. I told her to stay away from that anomaly and now she’s in trouble. She never listens to a single word I say. She’s so impulsive, I swear to god..."

Miguel clearly irritated from my rebellious actions opens up a portal to that universe you were in

He saw you flying and fighting the anomaly. He had to admit it for my age you were better than the other at the Spider Society.

After a few minutes you got done and tied the anomaly up with your spider webs and you were about to open a portal back to the HQ spider society until you saw Miguel. “Oh hey” you said giving him a nervous smile and laugh “funny seeing you here” scratching the back of your neck. Meanwhile Miguel eyes were practically turning red he was super livid.

Miguel was furious as he walked up to you.

"I gave you one rule and you broke it. Now tell me. . . Why did you go to that anomaly after I explicitly told you not to?"

“Cause you told me explicitly not to go” You said

"And you thought that was a good idea?"

Miguel was still furious but he was trying not to yell."That anomaly could've killed you! There was a reason why I didn't want you to go near it!"

Starting to get pissed you said,“But guess What? It didn’t kill me” You went through the portal back to the HQ spider society carrying the anomaly and handing it off to another Spider-women with Miguel following through

Miguel was still angry as they both made their way through the portal.

"You know the rules... Yet you still can't manage to follow them. . . You know... I've been too easy with you. I need to actually do something about your disobedience this time."

"Give me your web shooters."

“What no” you scoffed turning around

"Hand. Them. Over. Now."

Miguel was getting angrier by the second. He wasn't playing this time.

"I gave you these to assist you with your duties and to protect you from danger."

"Obviously, you can't do that. So, you won't be needing them."

You mocked him, “yeah yeah whatever “ still not handing them over

You tried to pull away but failed as Miguel grabbed your web shooters and pulled them off. You were furious but knew better then to argue with him.

Miguel rolled his eyes.

"You could've just given them to me."

"...But no. You just HAD to be a pain in the ass and make it difficult for no reason."

He sighed.

"Lyla, make sure you keep a close eye on her for the next couple of days. She's clearly not capable of following simple rules and needs some level of supervision."

Lyla appeared and sighed.

"Oh great, this is going to be fun."

Lyla then turned to you.

"Miguel is right, you know. You need to do a better job at listening to him. I get that it can be tough having a strict father, but rules exist for a reason. You can't just go breaking all of his rules whenever you feel like it. That's not how it works, Y/n."

You glared at Lyla.

Lyla looked at you un-phased by your glaring.

"I'm just saying, Y/n. You could do a lot better at listening to Miguel, especially when he's asking you to do something that's for your safety."

"I know you're a smart kid and you have potential, so I'm confident that you can improve at listening to Miguel."

You completely snapped,“Look he isn’t even my father he’s just another version of my dad from another universe. My REAL father is dead in my universe. And Miguel thinks I’m some replacement cause he can’t accept the fact that HIS REAL daughter is dead. I’m not some sort of second chance for you to be a dad again I hope your remember that Miguel. If anything he’s the REAL Pain In the Ass for thinking he always has to watch me like a hawk everywhere I go”

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underground-secret · 2 months

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The Hunter and the Witch~ Dean Winchester x f!reader

Description: The aftermath of injury leads to a desire for comfort.

Warning: Mentions of injury, hospitals, probably incorrect info on concussions, mentions of alleged abuse (like for a second but not in great detail), fluff. P.S: Idc if reader is coming off a little childish in the beginning, i said it before and i’ll say it again reader is honestly almost completely based off of me and something about me is that i hate hospitals. I’m a chronically ill girlie and i still despise them, every time ive had to go ive complained—it’s who i am as a person.

Tag list: @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld , @okayiamkassandra , @fablesrose , @ada--44 @bonkydarnes , @star-yawnznn

Word count: about 2k

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“So where to next?” I ask as I buckle my seat, allowing my head to rest finally. I am more than happy to leave behind this apple-loving, pagan-worshiping town.

“‘Bringin’ you to a hospital” Dean answers, starting the car. I jolted up, immediately regretting the action as the pain in my head spiked and my vision wobbled. “Nooo. No. No hospital” I plead, not caring if I sounded pathetic, “I hate hospitals!”

“I wasn’t asking if you wanted to go, sweetheart” he quips. “No, please! I’m totally fine, sure I'm a little beat up but nothing a bandaid and sleep can’t fix.”

“You’re not winnin’ this one” he replies with a little half shrug. I turned to Sam, who already had the map out, and pulled open. “Sam, help me.”

“Sorry Y/N, Deans right.”

Dean sighs dramatically, “I love bein’ right.”

“Shut up” Sam half laughs, “Seriously though Y/N, you probably have a concussion. You should get checked out for a definitive answer.”

“Okay, well, Dean he was hit over the head with a gun too.” I try and deflect. Sam turns his head to face me giving me a “really?” look, “He’s also walking and talking fine, and doesn't look like he’s fighting to keep his eyes open.” I thought I was talking and walking just fine despite feeling like everything was spinning and I was doing a wonderful job of ignoring the ringing in my ears.

I open my mouth to make another retort but I don’t get a single sound out before Dean cuts me off, “If you try any of your escapes I'm callin’ your brother.” That shuts me up, I love my brother but he's very protective and will yell at me if it means being safe. I lean back against the soft seats of the car, pouting, I hate hospitals. I catch Dean's eyes staring at my lips in the rearview mirror, “You can pout as much as you want to, ‘still going.”

I know I'm acting like a child but hospitals are the worst, sure the doctors can be nice but there's so much always going on that it's just too overwhelming and they poke and prod at you. And especially as a hunter, you must make such elaborate lies just to be seen.

The dark-haired doctor removes the small yet extremely bright light from my eyes, “You have a minor concussion” she concluded after the many tests she ran, “there's not much we can prescribe you. But you need a lot of rest and to relax, no drinking or crazy activities for at least a week. You can take Advil in 24 hours if the pain is too much.” If the boys were in this curtained-off room they would most certainly say ‘I told you so.’

She suddenly looks a little nervous, staring back at the curtain before looking at me again, speaking quietly, “This is a safe environment, if those boys are hurting you I can help you.” Her eyes slipped to my wrist, of course she saw the bruises and made the connection to restraints. And so much of my appearance from the now cleaned and bandaged wound on my head to my dirt-stained clothes would lead her to that thought.

I tug down my sleeves, trying to cover them, “No! No, they didn't do anything, they would never do that to me, seriously” I insist, eyes wide. She doesn't seem so convinced, “Look” I sigh, “The person who did this is being charged, alright the cops know about all this. The boys I came with did not do this.” It was mostly a lie, of course, but the point was to clear their names, that part was true. She nods, “I’ll be back with your discharge papers.”

She pulls back the curtains, and the second she's out of sight I sigh. I know it's her job but in this case it wasn't helpful, I didn't want any further fights or complications to go on today.

….

I hold a hand up, “I don't want to hear it. Yes, you were right.” Sam’s lips curve up into a smile, “Hey I said I don't wanna hear it” I cut them both off before they could say anything. Dean swings his arm around my shoulder pulling me into his side, “Like I said, ‘love bein’ right.”

It was still early afternoon when we pulled up to the motel. It was just your regular-looking motel, with two floors of rooms to choose from with dingy lighting but I could not be more happy. We all exited the car rather quickly, it had been a long couple of days. I grab my bag meeting the boys by the trunk, Dean distributing our duffle bags. But when he gets to mine he doesn't hand it over, just closes the trunk, “I can carry my own bag, you know.”

He shrugs, “I know.” God, he was a sweetie pie. I study him as he walks just a few steps ahead of me, after everything that transpired I don't think I want to be alone. I wasn't scared per se, I just wanted comfort and I didn't have any stuffed animals packed. I didn't want to be a burden to him, he was probably tired and would want a bed to himself. But maybe I could just hang in their room for a long while.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks, stopping to look back at me. Of course, he could practically sense it. He places our bags on the concrete, getting close enough that I could easily breathe him in. He lifts his hands to cup my face gently, he’s been doing that a lot lately. “‘Your head hurtin’?” He was looking down at me so carefully, his green eyes softening as he watched me. I have to remind myself to respond even as my thoughts extinguish each time his thumbs caress my cheeks, careful to pass over the bruises there, “Well yes but that's not…” I don't finish my sentence not having a single idea of what I should say to him. He looks down at me expectantly, just waiting. I wanted to hug him, keep my head buried in his chest even as my head pounded like a bass playing through an amp, but I can’t exactly say that.

I sigh, “Is it okay if…” I swallow, speaking quietly, “Can I stay with you?”

His eyes widened a fraction and if I wasn't looking right up at him I would have missed it entirely. It's not like this was anything new for us, we've cuddled before while watching a movie or something and even slept in the same bed if needed for a hunt. But to ask like this somehow felt so different, so much more personal. “Of course” he answers simply, eyebrows scrunched together as if he was insulted that I would be so hesitant to ask. He lets go of my face, and I immediately miss the steadiness of it all, he takes a single step back but not before grabbing hold of my hand and picking up our duffles to hold in his free hand.

We catch up to Sam in the small lobby, two keys in his hand instead of the usual three. Was it a coincidence that they just didn't have a room I could use or did he just know? I guess it was possible he saw us in the parking lot and figured out what I would want, am I that easy to read?

….

The room was quite nice, the walls were grey with some white detailing. And the beds were big, most likely a queen, with the crisp white blankets and a tall cushioned headboard. Sam walks in first, choosing the bed on the far side of the room, which was predictable at best seeing as Dean preferred being closer to the door out of a sense of protectiveness.

Dean places his duffle on the bed, handing me mine, “You can take a shower first” he says, telling me more than offering. I swing off my messenger bag, placing it on the bed before looking between both boys, “Are you sure?” I was already intruding in their room and his bed I didn't want to take over the bathroom too. They both nod their heads, I mumble thanks before heading there.

I didn’t care to study the bathroom, just wanting to be under the hot water and wash away the dirt and feelings of the day. I turn the shower on, lifting my shirt over my head before having to stop with it halfway off of me to stop the room from spinning. I close my eyes forcing myself to relax and not sway as I stripped down to nothing.

Being naked only made my bruises look worse. My wrists were rubbed raw, painful red marks adorning each one, and my cheeks had dark bruises on them from being punched twice over the span of a couple of days. Never mind the gash on the corner of my forehead, which I’d have to bandage again after the shower, and the subtle black and blues on my side likely from being thrown to the ground.

I swallow hard, I don’t want to think of any of this anymore. I step into the rather small shower, the hot water pouring over my head and down my body taking the tension with it as it went down the drain.

I step out of the steamy bathroom feeling infinitely times better despite the spinning room and hurting head. My hair was wet and clean and felt lighter now that it was no longer dusted with dirt, and I was in comfortable pajamas.

Yes, it wasn’t nighttime yet or time to sleep but that doesn't mean a girl can’t wear comfortable clothes. It was nice to be in pajamas, wearing some white plaid pants and a loose tee with a cute little embroidered bear in the corner and of course an oversized sweater because somehow I was always cold. It was a wonderful yet small feat.

Dean’s sitting up in bed, both boys watching some football game on the small TV. I slump into the bed carefully lying my head down as I get underneath the covers. Dean seemed to study me for a moment, smiling softly, he was probably trying to assess how I felt. Whatever he was looking for he seemed to find, nodding to himself before getting up and heading to the bathroom with a change of clothes. A moment later the shower turns on.

I sink into the bed further, turning away from the TV, I didn’t care enough for sports to want to watch it anyway. The weight of the past few days catch up to me quickly, my eyelids feeling heavier and heavier.

….

The bed beside me suddenly sinks down, and my eyes flutter open being met with Dean’s familiar frame, “Sorry sweetheart didn’t mean to wake you.” I shake my head, I must have been out for just a couple of minutes, “It’s okay” I mumble still on the outskirts of sleep. He gets under the covers, his black shirt accentuating the muscles in his arms as he moves.

Once he situates himself he holds his arms open to me, silently asking if I wanted to get closer. He always seemed to know what I wanted or what I felt, sometimes I feared he knew me too well. I shift closer to him and he meets me halfway pushing me the rest of the way into him.

He practically places my head on his chest, close to his shoulder, his arm closes in on me holding me impossibly closer to him, his hand resting on my waist. His body warmth immediately reaches me, and in his embrace, any fears or anxieties I had the last few days seemed to dissipate. I place a hand on his chest feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingertips. The hand on my waist begins to move slightly, his thumb rubbing slow circles into my side, my heart seems to flutter and I fear I won't be able to move on from this. It is moments like these that I find it hard to keep my feelings to myself, my love seems to bustle in my veins threatening to spill out. And with everything I have in me, I must bottle them back in, even as he places a soft kiss on my forehead and I think my heart just took off flying.

I melt into him, neither of us saying anything–not that we needed to. I can feel his rings on my side and the comforting weight of his hand there, the warmth he let off and his scent of something like pine or maybe it was wood, and just for a moment under the fog of a mild concussion, I imagine a forever like this. Being able to fall asleep each night to his hold and wake with him still there right beside me.

#supernatural #fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester #john winchester #slow burn #dean winchester x witch reader #witch reader #witchcraft #the hunter and the witch update #the hunter and the witch #dean winchester being a cutie #dean winchester x f!reader

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katiekatdragon27 · 8 months

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Sometimes I look at the stuff I make and just think "Oops, my bad!" knowing damn well I'm gonna do it again.

Yeah, this ship is gonna be my personality for a while, bare with me. (Me fighting with myself on calling it "aircorn" or "popcairy")

Airy being stupid about romance is so funny to me. Homeboy hasn't seen another object in 10 years, and Liam would NEVER let Airy get that close to him. A rock and a hard place, if you will.

Also he's a shit kisser lol.

Another dynamic I wanna play around with in this AU (that's what this is now ig) is Liam and Popcorn. Liam finds Popcorn insufferable, Popcorn thinks Liam is boring and a stick-in-the-mud. They don't get along at all. At least they have someone to vent to 👍

Also, some Popcorn lore oooooooooo~

Liam will be mentally ill in every piece or work I make idc.

Progress stuff under cut:

Thank you so much with baring with my cringe, and have a nice day :)

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thewulf · 10 months

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Time is a Gift || Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Summary: Can I request a Bradley x Reader where they are really good friends (can be stationed anywhere idc) and reader just lost a really important family member to her (mom/dad/brother/sister) and only Bradley really knows her pain of losing somebody you love so young... Read Rest Here

A/N: Very sad but sweet. Goes out to those who've lost somebody close too soon. Thank you for the request!

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Y/N

Word Count: 2.7k +

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be here for the rest of your life. You still had so much to learn from her. She was supposed to be there for your wedding, if that was ever going to happen, for the birth of your children. She was supposed to be the world’s best grandma. But she never even got the chance.

An aneurysm took her from the world two weeks ago. Your life changed entirely in those two weeks since you got the dreaded call.

One night you hung the phone up with an “I love you.” Then the next morning you got the call from your dad. She was gone. Just like that. At least it was painless. At least it was in her sleep. That’s the only thing that gave you any sort of solace. She didn’t suffer. But she was gone. Your mom. Momma. Mommy. Your rock. Just gone. Off into the night and never coming home.

Sure, you’d had your blow out fights with her when you were younger. But as you got older you got closer with her. She was your best friend. Your biggest cheerleader. Your number one confidant. The person you went to when you needed just about anything. Just gone. Poof. Like the wind.

It felt like you couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Merely going through the motions. A zombie of your former self. You didn’t even remember the funeral. You didn’t remember hugging your brother goodbye at the airport. You didn’t remember a damn thing that first week. Fragile. Broken. A shell of your former self.

Your dad dropped you off back in San Diego after the two weeks of leave you’ve been given. It all felt so pointless. So helpless. Your favorite thing in the world, flying, didn’t even spark an interest. The thought of going back to work in a few days made you physically ill. You couldn’t anymore. There wasn’t a point. This devastation of the reality of the situation hit you the hardest. She’d never got to meet the man you’d marry (or so you thought). She was robbed of so much. Her life cut impossibly short.

You and Bradley were normally tied at the hip. You all but ignored him for the last two weeks. Only giving him a few responses in your absence. It was hard to feel bad. It was hard to feel anything. It’s like she took a chunk of your soul when she departed the earth.

Bradley couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t stand not being able to talk to you. Talk you through it. He knew how it all felt. He knew better than anybody what it was like. His mom passed not that long ago. He could help you. But you wouldn’t take it. You refused it. Only giving him enough to know you were fucking alive.

He’d seen you at the funeral. But you were just a ghost of your former yourself. A body without it’s host. Something going through the motions. He’d tried in the small amount of time he got with you. It wasn’t enough. You were too far gone to hear anybody at that point.

He knew you were coming back today. When you didn’t answer his text, then the phone call, then another text he knew what he needed to do. He had to come to you. As your best friend. As the man who loved you more than anything in the world. As the man who was so enamored with you he couldn’t possibly imagine a life without you in it. Without your bright smile that made your eyes crinkle up in the corners. Without your infectious laughs that’d bring any sane man down to his knees. You’d helped him as much as he hoped he could help you. If you’d let him in.

He knocked on your door only to be met with utter silence. You had to be back though. Your car was moved into the driveway. You were home and you were isolating yourself. It broke his heart thinking how lost you must’ve been. Lost without somebody to guide you through the unimaginable.

The tears dried up after a week of crying. But the numbness… the numbness didn’t ever seem to fade. Not even when you slept. It only seemed to grow stronger. Take your over inch by inch day after day. You’d screamed and cried and let it all out, but she was still gone. You would never be able to talk to her again. Get her advice on a boy or an outfit. You’d never be able to cry into her shoulder when you got your heart broken again. She just didn’t exist anymore.

You heard the knocking. Oh, you heard it loud and clear. But you couldn’t get up. The bed was swallowing you, consuming your entirety. Not that you were upset about it. You wanted it to. What was the point? She was stripped right from you. A sick twist of fate.

You also heard the lock click open. The front door opened and closed softly. It was Bradley. You could tell just by the steps he took. By the sounds he made. He’d always had a spare key. For as long as you’d lived close to him he had a key to yours and you to his. For emergencies of course.

“Y/N?” He called from down the hall. Even if you wanted to there was no sound that came from your mouth. You pulled the comforter over your head. Maybe he wouldn’t see you. Maybe.

It didn’t work. He’d spotted you almost instantly. Because he was Bradley.

“Y/N?” It was a whisper now. He didn’t turn the light on as he walked into your bedroom. His heart shattering as he inched closer. He pulled the comforter down only to see your sallow face. Had you been eating? Were you even taking care of yourself?

“Hey, sweetheart.” He whispered bringing a comforting hand to your head. Softly, he brushed the tangled hair out of your face. Face contorting seeing you so… broken. You were usually so polished and poised. A brilliant smile always adorning your precious face. He was a sucker. A sucker so hopelessly in love it hurt. Seeing you like this made his sucker heart implode in itself.

You still hadn’t said a word. It made him more than nervous. He walked to the other side of the bed taking a seat in the spot next to you, “I’m here Y/N. I’m here.” He watched as you slowly rolled yourself to face him. Flicking your eyes up to his more than concerned face. It made you feel something. Something for the first time in two fucking weeks.

“Bradley…” You managed to croak out after not speaking for what felt like two weeks. The conversations were kept short between you and your grieving father.

His eyes softened even more as he witnessed the tears falling down your face, “Hey, I’m here.”

“I’m so tired.” The tears the seemed to have dried up were now freely falling from your face once again. He’d brough you back from the dead just by being there for you.

He nodded scooting a bit closer. Brushing the tears out of your face with his thumbs, “I know. Time doesn’t heal all wounds Y/N. You’ll miss her every damn day. Some days more than others. But there is a gift time gives us.” Gently, he palmed your chin to look in his direction, “Time softens the pain and blurs the painful memories.”

More tears raced down your cheek. Bradley opened the floodgate that seemed to be stuck closed. Your heart ached for him. Not even realizing how much you’d shut him out over the last few weeks. It hit you how bad you needed him right then and there as he inched his was closer and closer towards you.

He knew it too. He saw the flash come across your face. He saw the way your eyes downturned. He knew you through and through, “Come here.” He sat up on the bed so you could cuddle into him. Knowing exactly what you needed in that moment.

Immediately you pushed the comforter aside in favor of him, “Bradley.” A sob escaped your throat as you clung to his chest. Clung to something that was alive and breathing.

“I know sweetheart, I know.” He ran a few fingers through your hair after he pulled you all the way into his lap squeezing you tight. You were falling apart right in front of him. He had to be strong for you. Had to be the rock that was suddenly take from you.

“It hurts.” Your voice raised an octave. You felt like a six your old child having a meltdown. Your eyes were bloodshot from the salty tears that sprung back to life. Your nose was running like a faucet. You felt like you couldn’t breathe from the sobs that wracked your chest. You felt broken. Broken beyond repair. Not even sure if Bradley could help.

“Shh.” He pulled your head into the crevice of his neck and rocked you back and forth in his arms, “Remember that summer that was hotter than beyond belief? God what was that? Twenty some odd years ago now?” He knew he had to get you thinking about something else. Pull your pretty little head out of the deep dark spiral it was in.

You nodded into him. You were eight and he was ten. Your family had just moved in across the street the winter prior. Your parents had tried to get the two of you to play but neither of you were having it. Afterall girls had cooties and boys were disgusting. That was until you were playing outside one day. You’d caught a rogue football with ease. Bradley invited you to join him and some of his friends. Thank God you did because the rest was history.

“It was so hot. Over 100 degrees and mom wouldn’t let me come inside.” He smiled remembering how he felt like she was torturing him.

You hummed letting his talking take over, letting it completely distract you from reality. It felt good to be cuddled up in his arms. Like you were meant to be there.

“And your mom let me come inside for a freeze pop. A blue one.” Bradley grinned remembering. He always thought it was so funny how your brain held onto the seemingly most random memories. Little did he know why his brain held onto it. To help you right now. He understood why all the sudden.

“I remember thinking how lucky I was then. To have found you as a friend. Your mom treated me like her own son. I’d never felt so loved by somebody other than my mom.” He squeezed you just a bit tighter recalling that memory so vividly.

It made you smile. Somehow someway he’d done it. But then the tears started flowing again. Both happy and sad as you relished the memory. Happy you’d gotten to experience it but so sad you’d never get to make new ones with her.

“What is it?” He asked seeing the tears break free once more.

You sniffled for a moment trying to find the will to talk, “Bradley…” Another sob escaped you as you kept grabbing at his shirt. Feeling the material fist between your palms. It kept you grounded as you tried to come back to life.

“You can talk. You can cry. You can scream. You can punch me for all I care Y/N. Let it out sweetheart. I’m here for you. I’ll be here for you through it all.” He kept running his hand through your hair. He knew how much it normally soothed you just hoping it’d help a bit.

You held onto him. Held onto him like your life was dependent on it, “I wish it was me instead of her.”

He shook his head quickly before pulling you back. Looking you right in the eye and pleading with you, “Please don’t ever say that again. Please Y/N. You have to know how loved you are. How cherished you are by everyone you meet. You’re a light and we can’t live without you.” He paused a moment before adding, “I can’t live without you.”

It brought on another fresh set of tears. Ones you couldn’t pinpoint the emotions of. A mix of love, anguish, hurt, comfort, and everything in between seemed to roll down your cheeks once more. You’d wished you could stop. It never seemed like this would end. The world seemed to be showing you a much darker place lately.

He wrapped you back up. The worst is that he knew exactly how you felt. How your world was falling apart. Your person ripped fresh away from you. He wished he could take all the pain away from you. He wished and prayed. It wasn’t fair. But then again, when was it?

“I love you.” He whispered as he continued rocking you back and forth in his arms, “You are so adored.” He continued holding you.

“I’m so sorry.” You sounded a mess as you buried your face in his chest. You didn’t really wish your time on earth to be cut short. It was the sadness talking through you. Your mom would be so pissed you’d even say that.

He brought his hand up to cradle the side of your face into his chest. Almost as if you were a newborn baby. The overwhelming sense of comfort it brought on you was not lost. He was more than a best friend and you knew it. He knew it. But neither of you did anything about it. Comfortable in the state the two of you operated in. Nearly lovers but not quite. Tiptoeing on an invisible line.

“It’s okay.” He held you so close you found solace in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Slow and steady, here to calm you. Everything about him seemed to relax you just a bit. He allowed you to breakdown so fully in front of him. He was prepared and ready to pick up the crumbling pieces of the delicately built house that was now toppling down on top of you. He was ready though. Ready to be there for you. Always waiting in the wings ready to catch you if you needed it.

“Time is a curse.” He kissed the top of your forehead as he’d done hundreds of times, “Time is a gift. A beautiful gift.” He let you soak that in before continuing. He wanted you to really process the words.

You sighed feeling utterly relaxed under the gentle rocking and his light touch. His all-encompassing grip he had on you. You breathed in the sweet scent of Bradley A mixture of soap, leather, and single malt scotch. A scent that soothed you more than you realized.

“Thank you Bradley.” It came out so faint, but he heard it. Gently, he gave your sides a squeeze.

He nodded his head to the rhythm of the rocking motion he had you in. You were slowly succumbing to the effects of it all. His heartbeat, his smell, him. You were on the brink of falling asleep on him, “You got it sweetheart.” He placed another gentle kiss to your forehead, “I was told that grief is just the absence of love. A place where love can’t flow. Redirect that love into something new.”

You nodded into him feeling the weight of the world slowly being lifted off your shoulders. Your eyes drooped as you held onto him like your life depended on it.

He had thought you might’ve fallen asleep before you spoke again, “I love you. You know.” Your eyes shuttered closed for what felt like the final time that night as sleep threatened to take over.

Bradley smiled. His grip on you only getting a little tighter as his fingers squeezed just a bit harder, “I know sweetheart.”

You hummed a sweet sound. A soft smile caressed your fast before your breathing slowed. He watched you as your slept on him. Making a few maneuvers in the bed he laid your head in his side pulling you close again. Still letting you hear his heartbeat but laying down this time.

“I love you too. More than you’ll ever know.” He placed one last kiss on your forehead before closing his eyes hoping to join you in a dreamless sleep.

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skylarkking · 3 months

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I've been whacked with the valveplug stick again and I have headcannons for some of the Lost Light crew.

🔞 under cut

I'm gonna start off by simply listing the characters I know currently (I've read up to the issue where overlord first appears but have read other snippets scattered on the internet) and the list will begin with my favorites:

Rung

Definetly into BDSM

Uses interface as therapy

Despite being a fucking tiny adorable nerdy twink he knows how to work big bots

His glasses sometimes fall off during sessions and when they do he's often too blissed out or focused on the other bot to care

He is a moaner and makes all sorts of sounds that bots are obsessed with

He has tried everything and anything

He attended one of Ratchet's orgies during Ratchet's college years as a Party Ambulance

He and Froid DEFINETLY had angry interface before and you can't tell me otherwise

Rodiumus

Legit a horndog

This mf gets so worked up that throughout the day he has to step aside and take care of himself

He's a bottom who tries to play top and FAILS miserably

Drift and him are fuck buddies (you can't tell me otherwise)

He's capable of gentle and intimate interface with someone he loves, but due to his inexperience and somewhat childish attitude (not his fault I mean he's essentially a guy in his 20s) he prefers quickies over that

After interface he sometimes forgets about aftercare

Drift

Way hornier than he lets on

Loves to have his neck bitten

When he is in heat he is either gonna top every bot in his reach and make them beg through tears or he's gonna beg Ratchet with tears in his optics. I'm sorry I don't make the rules here

I think when he was a Decepticon he was Hella into knifeplay

And I mean HELLA into it

Like this bitch would pop a boner if someone licked a sword or some shit

He bottoms for Rodimus mostly but in a sort of bossy bottom sort of thing

Ultra Magnus/Minimus

This guy.... this guy may act like he's only into vanilla shit, but I fucking GUARENTEE he's a freak

He's fragged Swerve before (size kink when he's in the Magnus armor)

When he's in the Magnus armor sometimes the connections for his own spike and the armor's get wired wrong and he has to "adjust himself" (like human amabs have to do with their dicks)

Out of the Magnus armor he secretly feels extremely vulnerable and anxious when it comes to interface because of how tiny our little dill pickle is

Side note: give him a fucking HUG DAMMIT! HE NEEDS IT!

Swerve

If any of the bots would fuck a human, it would be this bastard

He'd also have human kinks (like mommy/daddy kink [thanks @archie-sunshine for rotting my brain with that idea])

Despite being a motormouth I think he can easily be silenced by a pair of thick thighs around his head

Side note: I think minibots have WAY HIGHER stamina verses their larger counter parts, so swerve will be going at it for a loooooong time

Secretly has a stash of human porn in his bar

Magnus has found said porn once and for a week Swerve was on edge in keeping his secret

Skids

Since he can learn anything really quickly I think this bastard can master the art of seduction

Like he could simply give a bot those bedroom eyes and BAM! He's fucking

He's a massive cuddler after interface

Has fragged Nautica at LEAST 15 times

When he overloads his headlights sometimes flick on by accident

Ratchet

Oh you cannot TELL ME this guy hasn't had a kinky past

Party Ambulance is fucking cannon and no one can tell me otherwise idc if it's only a fan thing ITS CANNON AND ILL FIGHT GOD ABOUT IT

Not as horny as he use to be but when Drift or Rodimus get their heat cycles you better fucking BELIEVE he's on the case

A true master of aftercare

Really into bondage

These are only a few lmao I have SO MANY MORE

#transformers #headcannons #mtmte #valveplug #hi mom

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licensedqueerio · 2 years

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Gareth Emerson Headcanons No One Asked For

So these are just my headcanons, that could totally be out of character, but idk. I wish we had more content with him

Also, some info isn't correct like their ages, but idc. I wrote this super late at night so it's probably unorganized and stuff, but I hope you enjoy

(i also update this whenever I think of something else abt him)

• His full name is Gareth Benjamin Emerson II bc I said so

• that's where Gareth The Great comes from

• he wants the distinction that he's the great one

• he's the middle child

• his sister, Carys is three years older than him and moved out to go to college

• his other sister, Gwyneth is 8

• his parents are bigshot lawyers in Indianapolis so most of the time it's only him and Gwyn at home

• idk I love the idea of older brother Gareth

• (Gareth puts Gwyn in after school programs, which is how he does Hellfire)

• He matches other people's energies. Like the energy someone gives him is the energy he throws back

• Ex: when Jason yelled at him and Gareth yelled back the exact same way

• The man is brutally honest

• Unnecessarily brutal tho

• He can and will insult someone by complete accident

• He's also super aggressive when he plays the drums

• Slamming on his kit and screaming to their newest song

• As one does

• He breaks his sticks ridiculously often

• (He likes to throw them around, especially at Eddie)

• Speaking of Eddie

• They met when they were decently young

• Around middle school

• Gareth was the kid who was effortlessly cool

• Eddie, on the other hand, was trying SO HARD to be cool

• He was going for the whole punk rock thing when he buzzed his head

• He made it his mission to befriend Gareth at any cost

• But Gareth HATED him

• Well, hatred is a strong word. He didn't care for Eddie like Eddie cared for him

• Gareth just wanted to be by his lonesome, as edgy middle schoolers do

• But Eddie is persistent and will not leave this boy alone

• It doesn't matter that Gareth is two years younger than him

• He wants Gareth to be his friend and that's final

• They eventually become friends when they realize they both like D&D

• When they get to highschool tho

• The dynamic flips

• Since Eddie's older, he has two years to become the Cool Kid that attracts the other freaks and weirdos

• Gareth was kinda scared they wouldn't be friends anymore

• But Eddie doesn't let go of Gareth

• They're besties

• Gareth was Eddie's first bandmate and the first member of Hellfire

• Gareths 'queer awakening' was Eddie but nothing ever happen other than a kiss or two when Eddie was high

• Gareth doesn't do drugs

• He drinks tho

• He has a very strange moral code that only he understands

• Also he was the first one to get a car out of all his friends

• He drives like a mad man

• Do not let this man behind the wheel

• Speed limits are merely a suggestion

• He also doesn't know what it means to gradually brake. He slams on those bitches

• (only when Gwyn's not in the car, he's not an irresponsible brother, thank you very much)

• He gets better eventually

• Eddie learns to drive so he can properly teach Gareth (who taught himself)

• He constantly taps the steering wheel

• Even if there's no music playing

• Gareth is loud and he is chaotic

• He probablys has some sort of undiagnosed adhd

• But y'know, it's the 80s. Mental illness doesn't exist or whatever

• Gareth is just trying to live his life's you know?

• Oh also, this boy has attitude for DAYS

• Like holy shit

• He can talk shit like no one else

• It's only when he's really mad tho

• He just runs his mouth and he doesn't know when to stop

• But the things he says are genuinely true and his insults hit home and it pisses the other person off

• As a result, Gareth is decently fast bc getting beat up isn't fun

• He's got into his share of fights tho

• But he usually avoids them

• He's more bark than bite. But his bark is totally worse

• He either had a septum or a nose ring

• He's the type to judge movies the entire time it's on

• He makes smartass comments under his breath

• Laughs at inappropriate times

• (Like when a character dies)

• He only drinks red drinks

• Or from red cans

• Dr pepper is his best friend

• He also loves cherry anything

• He'd be the red character

But now onto some dating hcs

• He likes to hold hands

• A LOT

• He's just a big fan of physical contact

• He also loves when his hair is played with

• His love language is gift giving

• Well moreso just giving in general

• His rings, clothes, etc

• He just gives them to his partner randomly

• ALSO ROCKS

• he collects rocks

• He's been doing it since he was a kid

• He probably has one of those jars that you put a rock in when ur happy

• He has a lot of rocks in his jar

• He's given all his friends a rock

• Eddie has several

• His partner also has many

• He would be so happy to find out you actually keep them

• Whenever you guys go on a date, he gives you a rock

• He also has a rock and he writes the date on it

• He starts a new jar just for the date-rocks

• Those are extra special, he finds the best rocks he can for you and him

• But moving on from rocks

• He invites you to his shows

• And band practice

• Eddie hates it bc he gets distracted

• But he gets so happy when he sees you watching him play

• He plays extra well

• Once he can take his eyes off you that is

• But let's rewind to the beginning of your relationship

• You meet him through Eddie

• After a few days of hanging out together he invited you to dinner

• (You order takeout and go back to his place)

• It's nice, it's just the two of you in his bedroom, the dim tv illuminating it

• He confesses to you right when you take a drink of whatever it is you're drinking

• You choke

• And Gareth ofc laughs bc that's who he is

• But you say you like him back and viola

• You're dating

• He's fond of drive-in movie dates

• Even though it's like an hour drive to the next city where the theater is

• He's a movie geek

• It's definitely his sister's fault

• Both of them

• You think it's adorable tho

• HE TALKS THROUGH MOVIES

• THE WHOLE TIME

• HE MAKES SMARTASS COMMENTS UNDER HIS BREATH

• And you're sitting next to him just cracking up at his commentary

• Bc really, it's entertaining

• He calls you all kinds of different nicknames

• He's looking for one to stick

• So he just had a continual rotating arsenal of nicknames that he likes to use

• Your nicknames for him usually revolve around drumming

• He's not amused

• You are tho, teasing him is your favorite pastime

• And he just stares at you with his flat, deadpan look

• His arms crossed and everything

• He teases you back ofc, but sometimes you can't tell when he's joking bc of his tone

• But that's what makes it fun

#ransomswriting #headcanons #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things headcanon #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson #gareth x reader #gareth emerson x reader #x reader #eddie munson #reader insert #reader #ransomsheadcanons

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mulletmitsuya · 1 year

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Toman groupchat (everyone's alive so everyone is here, it's also extremely long)

Warnings: swearing, suggestive! chaos, kinda offensive (no offensive terms used)

Desc: this is how they joined toman btw wakui texted me and said this

Takemitchy: ok everyone's here now

Mikey: yeah we added everyone

Mikey: me and Mitchy made a groupchat that'll have all of us here so that we can all be friends. you cannot leave🙂

Izana: i want to call you a homophobic slur

Ran: unprovoked?

Baji: with Takemitchy and Mikey, it's always provoked

Rindou: aren't there actual gay people that you'll offend tho. i won't let the gays be offended by this

Rindou: Takashi don't worry i'll protect you bro

Mitsuya: great

Hakkai: leave him alone Ran😐

Ran: i didn't even do anything Hakkai leave me alone 😭

Takemitchy: only peace and love here guys

Smiley: bull fucking shit

Smiley: i will cause problems intentionally you fucknut

Angry: Smiley😡

Mochi: this isn't gonna work but okay

Smiley: shave off your eyebrows and start again

Mochi: they'll just grow back the same, motherfucker😐

Smiley: you didn't do that to look cool??

Mochi: no

Smiley: what side did you get them from?

Mochi: my moms?

Mochi: why does this matter

Smiley: she must be ugly as shit, damn

Senju: naur 💀

Mochi: i'm going to be violent with you

Smiley: come at me bro

Smiley: nvm you're 6'5 and built like a gorilla

Smiley: i'll accept my loss here

Mikey: i get so happy when i see you all like this

Baji: man stfu you always saying some weird shit

Baji: you and Takemitchy are weird and i'm on to you

Baji: always talking about how "the fruit of our labour has finally flourished"

Baji: weird

Mikey: i never said that wtf😭

Kakucho: Takemitchy did, he says it a lot

Takemitchy: uh do i? it's a lyric from a song that's stuck in my head lmao

Kakucho: you always say it while crying and looking at all of us you weirdo

Izana: this is why people used to be hanged for being gay

Mikey: can u leave him alone

Izana: i don't have to listen to you, i'm older

Mikey: ok, no pupils head ass

Izana: ok, no bitches head ass

Emma: stop fighting, I'll tell Shini-nii☹️

Izana: you're such a pick me Emma oh my god

Emma: i'm not, i only needed one man to pick me😚

Draken: 🙂

Emma: 😕

Draken: ...

Emma: 😒

Draken: 😑

Draken: fine

Draken: i love you Emma, my beautiful girlfriend and future wife❤

Emma: i love you too Kennyy omg😭❤❤❤

Senju: you just forced him to say that why r u so happy 💀

Yuzuha: why am i here

Takemitchy: we need a few responsible people who r scary

Yuzuha: but...nvm

Draken: why do you have fangirls following you

Yuzuha: idk i'm just pretty great

Draken: fair

Chifuyu: i wish i had fangirls

Kazutora: you're ugly

Chifuyu: 😐

Baji: if y'all start again i'll ram a cactus down your throats

Chifuyu: I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING

Baji: Kazutora's troubled, stop provoking him. you make eye contact for too long

Baji: you know that agitates him

Kazutora: 😋

Mikey: why r u talking about him like he's a creature or smth

Baji: to some extent he is

Kazutora: hey

Chifuyu: but Baji-san he's doing this on purpose this is so unfair 😭

Draken: Kazutora stop using the mentally ill card

Kazutora: fine, jeez😒

Senju: it's great to have friends tbh

Sanzu: don't say that, it's embarassing

Shion: i still don't believe Sanzu's a dude

Shion: he's too pretty and petite like a girl idc

Shion: like you'll have to take your dick out and show it to me for me to believe me you

Rindou: yo?

Baji: 🤨

Mikey: dude...

Hakkai: can you ever behave

Chifuyu: c'mon man

Smiley: fucking Shion man

Izana: why did you speak

Shion: aren't we all equal here

Izana: who told you that

Shion: your brother, sir

Mucho: Shion stop talking

Shion: y'all switch up rq huh😒

Rindou: everyone shut up and pay attention to me

Mitsuya: i mean this genuinly, i hate it here

Rindou: you're a hater

Mitsuya: that's what i just-

Mitsuya: 😊

Rindou: ok now that Mitsuya's done whining i need help with my stage name

Angry: for what bestie

Rindou: DJing

Hakkai: i thought i was bestie but okay 😒

Angry: you're both bestie

Rindou: i thought I was bae tho lol

Angry: um 🙁

Rindou: i was joking you're ugly

Rindou: this is why your brother has bitches and you don't

Angry: why'd u get so triggered

Angry: and we have the same face😐

Rindou: it's different

Ran: shhhhh this is getting nowhere

Rindou: but my stage name

Smiley: stfu Ran you're a homosexual

Izana: i knew it 😟

Chifuyu: it's always violence with y'all damn

Mikey: OHHH THAT'S WHY U STAND LIKE THAT LMAO

Kakucho: i thought Ran was popular with the ladies

Angry: so which is it Ran? homo or hetero

Kazutora: 💀

Ran: whatever i feel that day

Ran: a hole is a hole after all

Mucho: can you not

Sanzu: 🤢

Rindou: he's lying to you he has no bitches

Rindou: all he does is sleep and do his hair

Ran: i never claimed to have bitches all i did was say i don't have a preference when it comes to gender or sex

Ran: why do people attack me for no reason i'm just sitting here being pretty

Mikey: two flamboyant bisexuals

Mikey: silly Koko and silly Ran

Koko: pls don't say that

Mikey: that you're silly?

Koko: uh, yes

Mikey: ok silly goose

Koko: 😐

Baji: i hate you all and wish i wish i was dead

Baji: i would rather stab myself to death than be here

Mikey: don't fucking say that Keisuke😐

Mikey: i don't find you funny

Mikey: why would you say that

Baji: damn chill what's wrong with you

Takemitchy: we shouldn't joke about death😐

Takemitchy: and let's remember that suicide isn't the only option

Takemitchy: there's always help❤👊

Baji: DO U GUYS SEE WHAT I MEAN

Baji: THEY'RE WEIRD

Inupi: suspicious

Senju: shut up pretty boy

Senju: you're absolutely gorgeous

Senju: that didn't come out the way i wanted it to

Inupi: ?

Sanzu: how did you want it to come out???

Kazutora: i mean he's not wrong he's so beautiful

Kazutora: not in a gay way tho like it just is what it is

Inupi: ...thank you, i guess

Kazutora: i wanna fuck him

Kazutora: idk what happened there, my bad

Chifuyu: chill out

Kazutora: you have a tiny dick

Chifuyu: 😐

Baji: Kazutora c'mon man

Baji: i'm starting to think you're the problem

Kazutora: i'm just flirting

Kazutora: in a homie typa way if ykwim

Baji: i do not

Hanma: good morning my cockroaches

Smiley: fuck you

Hanma: it's a bdsm today💘

Hanma: we should go out and have a beach day and catch jellyfish so that they can sting us and we can pee on each other to stop the pain

Hanma: who ever gets peed on first loses haha

Mitsuya: who even let you in here

Smiley: you gotta go to jail for that

Smiley: he can't keep getting away with this

Draken: wait what did he mean when he said it's a bdsm day am i the only one who's concerned

Kisaki: he thinks it means beautiful day sunny morning

Draken: oh...ok

Mikey: ain't no way

Kazutora: i'll send you a link Hanma dw bro I got you

Kisaki: don't we're in public

Hanma: ohoho this is inhumane why are they doing that🤠

Kisaki: curse you, Kazutora

Kazutora: don't kink shame

Baji: please stop watching graphic porn

Kazutora: no one wants to have sex with me what else should i do

Chifuyu: it's cause of the way you act

Kazutora: let's go outside real quick

Chifuyu: i'm sick of you let's go

Emma: they are going to kiss

Senju: it's giving enemies to loves slow burn

Baji: it's all coming together

Smiley: stop normalizing gay people🙏

Mikey: homophobes get fired from Toman

Smiley: fine

Smiley: slay or whatever the fuck ❤🧡💛💚💜👁👅👁🏳️‍🌈

Yuzuha: feels like a hatecrime tbh

Yuzuha: anyway me and Hakkai r getting on the plane so our phones r gonna be off

Hakkai: see you soon Taka-chan 😊

Mitsuya: yeah stay safe🧡

Angry: what about the rest of us 🙁

Draken: kys Shiba's

Hakkai: huh???

Yuzuha: what'd we do even

Mitsuya: Draken? why'd u say that

Draken: what did I say??

Mikey: kys=kill yourself

Draken: no???

Draken: kys=keep yourself safe

Mikey: who told him that

Smiley: 😁

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scxrlettsversion · 6 months

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Secret Crush 2

idc what you all say wanda is a big swiftie 🤷🏽‍♀️ also very sorry for the wait 🥶

Y/n’s POV:

I walked into my room with tears in my eyes i shouldn’t be crying over this but it hurts.

Over the next few days i barely left my room i was on a little break so i didn’t have any missions the only people who came to see me were wanda and tony, wanda because she’s one of my best friends and because i needed food and tony because he wanted to show me another one of his inventions because he knows how im also into all that kind of stuff, but other than that i haven’t heard from nat at all, not one message.

After a week i decided to not sit here and wallow over her anymore plus i really needed to go outside, anyways i took a shower put some fresh clothes on and made myself look presentable, i got into the kitchen and i saw natasha with an oversized shirt on sitting there hickeys on her neck while drinking her coffee *guess she got lucky again* i looked away from her and got a coffee of my own.

Wanda had walked in “oh hey y/n/n” she said shocked to see me out of my room “hey” i said with a small smile “you’re feeling better?” “well kinda i decided not stay in my room and wallow cause clearly im the only one doing that” i said “well do you wanna do something?” “i don’t know actually i might just hang around right now maybe later we can go see the taylor swift movie i know how much you love her” “really you’d go with me?” “ of course i would wands” “thank you, thank you, thank you” she said excitingly “i’ve been wanting to go but nobody wanted to go with me” “you could’ve told me we would’ve gone yesterday” “i didn’t wanna bother you” “you’d never bother me wands, be ready by 9” “okay ill be ready, thank you” she said excitingly

I smiled to myself and continued doing my thing kinda forgetting natasha was there “for someone who told me you guys aren’t a couple it really doesn’t seem like it” “why do you care?” “so you are?” “no we’re not, it’s not like it’s any of your business” “so you don’t tell your best friend stuff now?” “is that what we are?” “We had one fight and you think we aren’t best friends” “natasha i’ve been holed up in my room this past week and not once did you come by, so yeah, i don’t think we’re best friends” i said as i looked at her and walked out *how could she think that after that we would stay best friends*

“wait, c’mon y/n wait up please?” she said i sighed and turned around “what?” “you seriously don’t think we’re best friends anymore?” she said trying to mask her sadness “i don’t know anymore nat, we’re not as close as we used to be” “because something’s up with you and i don’t know what it is and don’t deny it and say there’s nothing going on with you because i know you” “at least that’s what you think” i mumbled “what?” “nothing, look i assure you there’s nothing going on with me” “why are you lying to me” “im not!” “yes you are, i think you forget that we’ve been best friends for years now since this whole avengers thing started so i know if something’s going on with you so please tell me” she said desperately.

i just stared at her and said “fine, you really wanna know” “yes” she said “okay well i’ve liked you for a while now, and how you haven’t noticed i don’t know maybe because you’re always focused on yourself, and for a damn spy and a best friend of mine that always knows how i feel it’s very fucking shocking” i said she just stood there not saying anything looking at me shocked i turned around and ran to my bedroom not looking back.

2 hours later

i’ve been cooped up in my room and she hasn’t came so im guessing she doesn’t like me like that “god why am i so stupid” i heard a knock and a voice followed “hey y/n you awake?” *oh my god the movie* i looked at my watch and saw it was 8:50 i sighed and went to open my door “hey wands” “hey you ready?” “no i’m not sorry i lost track of time” “it’s fine we still have time the movie isn’t until 9:15” “okay that’s good, wait i didn’t get tickets tho?” “i know i did, i told you i wanted to go but didn’t have anyone to go with” “oh right” “yeah c’mon hurry get changed we gotta go” “alright alright im going”

3 hours later

me and wanda got back from watching the movie she was really tired so we both decided to head to bed, when i got into my room i saw natasha sitting down on my bed “hey” she said when she saw me “hi” i said as i put my stuff of my desk “is what you said earlier true?” i didn’t say anything “can we do this tomorrow im tired” “no because then you won’t want to tell me, i just want to know if it’s true” “look just forget i said those things they don’t matter anymore” “No don’t do that they matter a lot specially after you dropped that bomb because up until 3 hours ago i didn’t know my best friend had these feelings for me” “Because look at your neck Natasha!” “i only have these because i didn’t know how you felt about me” “oh and that would’ve made a difference!?” “yes it would’ve actually i would rather be getting these from you” “wait what are you saying?” “im saying i like you too y/n!” she said desperately “i can’t do this right now” i said sitting down on my bed “i just want to say that i love you and im sorry for hurting you i didn’t meant to” she said while she opened the door “wait” i said she looked back “i need time to think about this” “it’s okay ill give you time” she said with a sad smile “ill see you later?” “uh yeah” and she walked out

2 days later

i’ve been thinking about what she said for almost 3 days it’s currently 11 at night and i’m still awake i should just go talk to her.

yeah im gonna go talk to her i said and walked and stood in front of her doorway i raised my hand and then the door opened “oh hey” “hi..” “so..?” “um i’ve thought about it” “really! um what do you think?” “i think we should try um i want to try this with you but of course that’s only if you want to” “are you kidding!? of course i want this” she said happily “are you sure about this tho?” “yes i am nat stop worrying” i said with a small smile

i gasped as she picked me up twirled me around as she giggled, i giggled after the initial shock, im very happy we figured it out

and that’s the end :) ik it’s not the best 🥲 but yk i tried hope you guys like it :)

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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 7 days

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Hiiiiiiiiiiii. How are you? What are you up to? Been in a reading slump again. The year is not going well i blame Jimin. Alot been happening

1)why can’t i get into succession? I dont understand i have watched ep 1 3 times and i can’t get into it 🤦🏾‍♀️

2) is hybe ok? I am confused and also yes to drama entertain me i guess

3)i only have been here for some of shinee military service and Taemin(obviously), are military man allowed to do what i have been seeing posting on social media, doing promo?

4) your faves are taking this military life under the radar 18 months too seriously, show me your face 😡

5) also i was looking at Jimin video from when Jk went to cook for him(idc what they are but if i had someone like Jungkook i would be married) i understand why jungkook is obsessed with Jimin. I too would go cook after a concert tired for him, i too would be a pick me for him, i too want to be rejected time after time on live when i offer to go to his house. Not even too fuck him ill be content just to sit there and look at him bonus if he could throw me some cuddles. Can you tell im jealous? Im not 😈

Hiiiiiii @5813!!!! It's always lovely to hear from you 🩷

Thanks for sectioning your ask, it makes this so much easier.

1) Don't force yourself, perhaps it's simply not the right time. Or it will never be. There's plenty others to choose from.

I was in a similar situation many years ago when I tried to watch The Sopranos and I couldn't get past the first episode. I found it boring and not as entertaining as Goodfellas or The Godfather. Fast forward, I just finished the series last night and I can finally say that I too have watched one of the greatest series of American television. I can finally understand the jokes and the references. And now, perhaps at my current age and just my mood in general, I could sit down and get immersed into it.

2) All is not ok in Hybe land and I personally have no concern for it. Let them all fight. It's never sunshines and rainbows in the corporate world.

3) Hmm, I have to say that I have had some similar questions about this too. Let's say I can accept that projects finalized before enlistment can be released during military service (I'm not willing to go into another debate on this specifically, I've had enough of it, case closed). But posting on social media about said projects? I find it odd and I'm not sure what the rules are. I haven't heard of any negative consequences for them, so what do I know? I was left with the impression that it's not right, but perhaps they are walking a fine line, open to interpretation. In his latest Weverse post, Jungkook mentioned that since he can't promote himself, he opened an account for Bam. So, what is it then? Is it allowed or not?

4) I knew kukumimi would do this, it's on brand and as much as I want to see them, I think it's better that they are keeping it under the radar. I heard they also just finished this intense training they had and they might get some vacation days. Perhaps they will show their faces. It's never the easy way with them, right?

5) I really enjoyed that glimpse into their evening, even if it was in front of the camera. It still felt nice and very lowkey, particularly after a concert. You wouldn't think they were jumping on a stage for two hours before that.

I think we're all jealous of Jungkook and so be it. He said so himself, we will keep being jealous, he'll still hold Jiminie (and cook for him).

#m thoughts #jikook #hybe #kpop

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