#did you not see HIM GET ON ALL FUCKING FOURS AND CHASE MILES??

[barbie-tings]

Just found out that people are “dad/mom of the group”-ifying Miguel and Jessica

#across the spiderverse #astv #I’m sorry but #did you not see HIM GET ON ALL FUCKING FOURS AND CHASE MILES?? #TEAR INTO FUCKING FUTURISTIC SPACE WORTHY METAL?? TO CATCH HIM?? #bro is an abusive father figure #also I can tell when y’all are used to tortured mc fandoms #cuz y’all get an mc that has a strong 2 parent household and go #but…where’s your REAL family? yk the ones you found after your trauma?? wdym you only need one mom??? #also Jessica IMMEDIATELY goes ‘what😦’ when Gwen asked to adopt her #she is NOT a mammy and y’all will have to kill me b4 I let y’all do that to her #miguel o'hara #jessica drew #idk what I expected tho y’all give more of a fuck to random side character than the actual main character #so much so that you forget the plot was abt hmm idk VALUING HIS BLOOD FAMILY OVR HeRoShiP and cAnON eVeNts #also I love using this dramatic ass image for a minor gripe😭

[charliesgoodboy]

Hey! Could I request a Miguel o’hara x Spidey!Male!reader with prompt 25? Tysm !! <33

★miguel o'hara x male reader(nsfw).

★genre: smut

★warning(s): balcony/window sex, a lil public, i may or may not have made reader cum webs, miguel is in heat/mating season, miguel got a big ass window in his house(apartment more or less), miguel smells like cherries and vanilla and you can't tell me otherwise, sniffing, marking, he licks you(i wrote it kinda grossly)

★if you want to skip slow burn smut starts at paragraph, 15

★a/n: i had no idea how i would include spidey reader so i just made bro squirt webs also its not summer its actually the beginning of autum🤓

you knew something was off with miguel in the first place, at the meetings he seemed out of breath, as if he was pausing between sentences just to breath.

he seemed to space out a lot and he looked hot? as in sweaty as hell, like he was forced to be outside in the hot weather though it was the beginning of autum. what the hell was up with him today?

the two of you were close. close enough for you to have a key where he lived. all you wanted to do was check up on him, just a little worried.

"miguel?" you called him, a little quiet as you saw no one when you entered. you guessed he was just in his room, and a small peak wouldn't hurt, the two of you were friends after all.

all the lights seemed to be off except a small portion of light leaving one of his doors as it was cracked open. still, it was just a small peak, to see if he was okay right? right. a little cautious you slowly open the door, the source of light was a small lamp as it didn't shine as much light as you thought it did.

the more you entered the more a smell got stronger. it was his usual smell of cherries and vanilla but it was way stronger, as in you had to cover your nose a slight bit trying tk get used to it.

well, if miguels smell was here then he must be somewhere in his room. and there he was, in the corner of his room next to his bed in a pile of clothes. but they didn't look like his clothes no, they looked like yours? the hell was he doing with your clothing? and fuck how did he even get that many.

"miguel.." now you were all the more worried now, weirded out could be a good term too. he looked hunched over and he was breathing heavily and it seemed like he was..purring? you couldn't even tell much.

he obviously knew you were there, but would he even explain what was going on with him? but no, he didn't. in the blink of an eye he had pounced on you holding you down onto the floor,

hitting your head in the process. his talon like finger nails poked out of his finger tips, one of them grazing your wrist a drip of blood flowing down, the tiniest drop plopping on the ground.

you quickly wriggled out of his grip but only for a quick moment you back up below the big window in his room. the dumbest decision you could've ever made in your entire years of living. the door was right fucking there and you mentally cursed yourself for it.

it probably wouldn't work out but now your chances of leaving were at zero percent because he didn't look like he was going to let you go.

his face was similar to when you saw him chasing miles, his teeth were sharper and his eyes were tinted a red and he was somewhat on all fours, like an animal.

he got closer to you, his body was pressed up against yours and his nails nade an uncomfortable screeching noise on the window as he caged you in.

but it was oddly sensual, you could feel his hips rub against yours his own hardened length rubbing against yours that was in the middle of ending up the same.

his breath was hot against your neck and he was sniffing your nape and collar bone area deeply switching different sides as if he was looking for something.

"wait.." you lift your arms trying to push him off and failing a whole lot as he just moved himself closer. "quit it." you said clearer trying to wriggle away just a little more.

nothing would work anyway as he kept the sniffing up, his hips rutting a little quicker when he finally stopped sniffing at one spot a few seconds later you feel something wet slide against that spot,

an uncomfortable shiver sound slipping through your teeth. there was so much saliva you could feel it running down a little stopping at the collar of your shirt.

his teeth grazed against your skin, bracing yourself for whats about to happen he bit down his teeth piercing your skin his mouth leaving as quick as it came but it felt so slow you could feel every prick from when he bit down to when his teeth slithered out.

"more.." his voice was almost growling as he picked you up flipping you over right where the window was your palms stopping yourself from hurting yourself on the window.

you couldn't do this, the thought of someone seeing the two in the window was wrong but fuck it felt so exciting just to be seen in such a lewd way.

miguel had already shuffled his pants off throwing them somewhere else and ripped yours off instead. you whimpered and whined feeling his dick raw rubbing against your ass. you knew you wanted this, your own dick became hard a few moments ater he bit you and you gladly excepted this.

finally, he started to enter but it wasn't gentle by any means necessary. his two thumbs spread your ass your hole on full view to him as he had roughly thrust into you, already going at a fast pace his hips taking no break or slowing down.

you made a few breathy moans, them morphing into low and high pitched moans as your fingers tried to grab onto something but you were getting fucked onto a surface you couldn't grab on,

and your legs were giving out already you felt like you could barely stand to keep yourself up anymore you resorted to making your fingers stick to the clear solid.

on each thrust it was the closer you felt to cumming he was that fucking good and he wasn't even in the right mind set right now. his talons kept retracting and un-retracting as if he really tried not to hurt you as much as it felt he did.

your vision of some of the people who walked by below became blurred with welling tears and simply because you were getting more tired and your brain felt like mush.

as you felt like slipping away miguel leaned forward his body pressing up closer to your back his thrusts getting sloppy as he gave you another bite mark on the back of your neck kissing over it a little sweetly you could say it was kind of cute.

at one particular thrust the feeling you had finally got released as cum shot out from you, the webby type liquid landing on the window a bit dripping down your own cock. miguel took his own last moments before you felt a warm feeling fill your back side feeling like it was going through your body.

god dammit you were screwed.

tf was i on when i first started writing this oh well i just went on with it bro😭😭 @gaybitchfx @esthxio @reallyromealone / @rome-alone @secretivemessenger @vyloy @bloodyfennec @lostsomewhereinthegarden

its only 1am but im finna put on some type of asmr and take my ass to BED

#male reader #x male reader #male y/n #male reader insert #miguel x male reader #miguel ohara x male reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #top miguel ohara #top miguel o'hara #bottom male reader #miguel ohara #smut

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

✧˖°. EVERYTHINGS ALRIGHT WHEN SHE CALLS ME BACK

content: the last one...this was fun yall...see you on the other side 🫡🫡🫡 be brave, soldiers, be brave

percy had been speeding for the past thirty minutes, as the car had devolved into chaos. frank and jason were holding their phones in crazy positions, desperate to get a connection. leo was attempting to charge his phone with the crappy cord percy had in his car, bent in strange ways but he never got a steady charge.

"buy a new charger, you fucker," leo muttered with a glare in percy's direction.

"charge your phone at night, you little shit," percy grit out in response, his eyes scanning a passing sign.

"WAIT- what did that sign say???"

"next towns in three miles," jason called back, leaning towards percy as he appeared to be chasing a connection. percy shoved him away and pressed harder on the gas petal as leo stared at the clock that was glaring red at him, proudly presenting the time.

11:45

fuck

they came flying into the small town, percy slamming on the brakes basically as frank pointed out a parking spot. the three of them leapt out, frank climbing onto of percy's car and holding his phone higher.

"anything??" leo called and frank just shook his head before getting on his tip toes. leo bit out a few spanish curses, spinning around and looking around desperately.

"diner!" percy called, pointing at it, and instantly the four boys were springing into it, breathing heavily before the poor waitress, who gave them a strange look.

"hey- do you, do you have a phone i could borrow?? i need to tell a girl i love her," leo confessed, out of breath, and the woman frowned at him.

"oh, im sorry, baby, but our phone broke earlier this morning," the woman replied and leo hung his head, every second that passed another moment that yn gave up on him calling at all.

"oh! but, there's a payphone over at the gas station," the woman remembered, snapping her fingers before pointing across the street a few blocks down. leo looked up and pumped his fist before rooting through his pockets, looking for a few quarters or really anything. he turned his pockets inside out to produce lent only.

"any of you got change?" he hissed out, impatiently and bouncing on his feet as the boys also dug through their pockets.

"c'mon, c'mon, c'mon," muttered leo, glancing up at the clock that was hung in the restaurant before groaning and urging his friends on more.

11:52

FUCK

"here, this one's on me, boys. go get that girl, yeah?" the kind waitress offered, holding out three quarters for leo.

"thank you, thank you, thank you!" leo cheered, grabbing them from her hand and shoving them into his pocket as he scrambled out of the diner. he ran the few blocks that separated him from the payphone, from yn. he was trying to calm his breathing as he slid the coins into the machine, the phone held between his shoulder and ear.

he waited for the robotic voice to tell him to put in the number he wanted to call, his fingers working on autopilot. it wasn't hard, he only had three numbers memorized. his moms, 911, and yours. and 911 was on a good day, okay. he didn't have a watch or anything to check what time it was, but he has vivid memories of barely passing the mile in high school so there was no way running those blocks was fast.

the phone rang once...then twice...then three times

by the fourth ring leo was leaning his head against the machine, prepared to bash his brain in right then and there.

but then the phone crackled and he heard angel's sing

"hello?"

well, not quite sing, but he was certain it was an angel.

"gods, yn, im so glad you picked up," leo breathed into the phone, a smile slowly growing on his lips at your voice.

"leo?? what- what phone are you calling me off of right now?" you asked, confusion clear in your voice.

"umm a payphone in some town that i don't even know the name of," leo answered and you snorted on the other side of the phone, leo's smile growing still.

"okayyyyyyyy," you replied once your giggles died out, "can i ask why?"

"because i love you," leo answered instantly, get a small amount of pleasure out of the gasp from you.

"gods, i love you so so much, yn. i've been in love with you for so long, i think i forget. which is why i chased all those girls and kept going back to she-who-must-not-be-named. and i know that's no an excuse, i know. and i would understand if you want to beat the shit out of me, or never speak to me. but i can die happy knowing that you know how i feel about you. ill die with a fucking smile on my face if i means that i gave it a shot and told the girl of my dreams im completely in love with her," leo rambled, squeezing his eyes shut as he took a wet breath, swallowing down whatever was choking at his throat. probably the love he held for yn but whatever.

"leo," you breathed out on your end, sounding like you were on the verge of crying, and leo realized he never wanted to be the cause of your tears again. the squeezing of his chest hurt too much.

"please, yn, please. im sorry, im so sorry. i'll spend the rest of my life making up for it...if- if you'll let me," leo begged into the phone. and he knew his voice was pitchy and whiney in a way that would have him mocked and ridiculed for a very long time if the boys every heard him, but leo couldn't find it in himself to give a shit. all that mattered now was you and youre voice on the other side of the phone.

"do you- do you have any idea how long i've waited for you to say that, leo valdez?" you hizzed on your end, sniffling as leo breathed out a soft laugh.

"i know, im sorry, baby. lemme make it up to you," offered leo and you were already swooning on your side of the phone, shaking your head and leaning back into your pillows trying to hide your blush from yourself.

"you've got a lot of making up to do," you mused and leo hummed.

"would a date chip away at my debt to you? a real proper date?" he offered, his fingers crossed as he waited with baited breath for your answers. you took signifcantly longer than you needed to, toying with him even though you both knew what your answer would be.

"it's definitely a start, valdez."

"that's all i need. just one chance," replied leo, smiling brighter than the sun, surely. it was starting to hurt his cheeks but he couldn't find it in him to stop.

"oh, and i love you, too," you whispered and leo chuckled, resting his head against the plexiglass that surrounded the payphone.

"thank the gods! you have no idea the trouble i went through to make this call happen," leo laughed into the phone, smiling as you joined him.

"well, i can't wait to hear all about it on our dateeee," you squealed, unable to hide your excitement at the thought that you finally had a date with the boy you've always been in love with.

"hell, yeah. our date, let's go!!" leo cheered, shaking his head as you laughed more into the phone.

"you're probably running out of time on the payphone, huh?" you questioned and leo frowned at the thought, not wanting to be done talking with you...ever.

"probably. stupid machine," leo huffed, with the intention of drawing more laughs from you, which of course happened.

"call me later?" you offered, biting your lip as you waited for his response.

"if i could stay on the phone with you forever, i would. you already know im calling you back at the first opportunity."

"good." you nodded despite the fact that he couldn't see you.

"just make sure to pick up, okay?" leo stated and you rolled your eyes.

"on the first ring, of course."

"that's my girl," leo breathed out, enjoying just being with you, even if it was only over the phone.

"finally, your girl," you teased and leo rolled his eyes, mocking you from his side of the phone.

"whatever. it'll be worth the wait," insisted leo and you couldn't find it in yourself to argue. leo went to add something but then a click was heard and the robotic voice replaced your angelic one.

your call has been disconnected due to insufficient funds. please hang up the phone and try again if you'd like to call them back. if not, we hope your phone call was satisfactory and that you have a great day.

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#𐙚⋆｡°✩ everythings alright when she calls me back #all my love ౨ৎ #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #pjo smau #smau #hoo

[muniesstuff]

I really want to see fanart, fanfic, post, I'll take anything, about the fall out between spider gang and miles. I'm talking the universe said "fuck you" to both sides and made shit go sideways and fast.

Miguel said Miles dad had to die? Universe took both of his parents.

Miles still has Ganke? Universe takes him too

Miles has already seen two people die in front of him? Universe add four more and make it back to back, that little girl his dad died for, yeah she gotta go too.

Peter said Miles is a tough kid? Universe said to break him when they barely win and have him go right into shock.

Miguel said cannon events (his predictions) will stabilize the multiverse? The spot almost wipes 1610 out and nearly takes miles with it.

Peter and Gwen were only trying to do the right thing? Miles has lost everyone close to him and can never get them back.

Gwen wants to go back to the way things were? Too bad Miles can never give her that kind of trust again. He definitely can't love her in that potential romantic way again because she hurt him.

Peter wants to help the kid through this tough time? To come to an understanding? Miles understands, and he gets why Mayday comes first. But Peter hurt him too, so there are going to be a long heart to heart and a lot of tears. Their relationship has to start from scratch and slowly heal from there.

Miguel didn't think things would turn out like this? He thought Miles was the cause that he couldn't even clock the spot? He had to carry back a catatonic Miles back to hq to rush him to medical because the shock very nearly finished what the spot started.

Miguel wants to apologize? Wants Miles to get better? Miles is terrified of him, not because of his looks, but because of his actions. But they are both each other's triggers, so the first two month (out of the hospital) or so, they send each other into outburst and panic attacks. Miles is triggered by the chase. Miguel is triggered by feeling reminded of Gabriel by Miles eyes, smile, and some similarities in personality. They get there eventually, and I feel like they'll get there before peter and Miles get there. Mostly because Miguel and Miles didn't know each other like that.

Friends want to visit Miles while he's recovering? Nope, they set him off into a panic or aggressive outburst. The only person that can go in or near miles is Hobbie. At some point Pav and Mayday worm their way in. Nearing the end of his hospital stay Porker, peni, and noir also work their way in. But Hobbie becomes important to Miles very quickly as a point of trust. His main support system are Hobbie and Pav.

My point is that I want to see "your actions have consequences" and not only with Miguel. Yeah , he played a big part, but let's be honest, it all felt like a huge mental breakdown. But Peter? He was Miles's mentor, and he looked up to him. And Gwen knew Miles longer than peter did and Miles was obviously crushing on her. So, she had to hurt the most out of the two.

I just want some juice angst for everyone.

#miles morales angst #across the spiderverse #spiderdads #peter x miguel #mayday parker #peter b parker x miguel o'hara #gwen stacy #spider angst #margo kess #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #peter b parker #miguelohara

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM SHAUN OF THE DEAD *  assorted dialogue from the 2004 film

he's not my boyfriend!

well... is it clear?

now can you see why i'm so fucking angry?

it's fucking sunday!

you go to bed with it?

go ahead, look at me.

oh for god's sake! he's got an arm off!

oh, he sells a bit of weed every now and again.

i've known him since primary school, you know?

i don't know, i didn't stop to ask them!

we have to get out of here.

my, how you've grown.

bash them in the head. that seems to work.

what are we going to eat?

what the hell do you think you're doing?

ah, we have a situation here.

can i just say one more thing?

for a hero, you're quite a hypocrite.

religious groups are calling it judgement day.

i have to know if she's all right!

we're coming to get you!

i like having him around. he's a laugh.

i know he's your best friend, but you do live with him.

don't say that!

you do realize this is a 20 mile per hour zone.

you didn't call the doctor, did you?

i'm not gonna say, you know, there's plenty more fish in the sea.

was that on a beer mat?

who the hell put this on?

why didn't you just shoot him, man?

i won't say anything.

what happened to your hand?

thanks babe.

how come he didn't drive?

it's not the end of the world.

what makes you think i'd have taken you back?

it's not really safe, is it?

oh, leave him alone.

i'm not staying here.

it's not that i don't like him.

i can't see any.

that's it. i would like to be shot.

i fucking knew it.

why'd they bite you?

i think you should go.

he's going to be dead either way.

do you want your messages?

all right, i admit, he can be pretty funny on occasion.

i'm not staying there.

we shut the curtains.

just look at that face. it's vacant, with a hint of sadness. like a drunk who's lost a bet.

oh, thank god for that.

now i have a splitting headache, and your stupid hip hop isn't helping.

hey, look who it is!

you gonna thank me then?

do you believe everything you hear on tv?

you weren't always the easiest person to live with.

that was five years ago.

did you try the police?

how about an ambulance?

oh my god! she's so drunk!

it's four in the fucking morning!

he chased me around the garden with a bit of wood.

you hang out with my friends?

next time i see him, he's dead.

there's no "i" in team, but there is an "i" in pie.

i don't know what he's talking about.

get fucked, four eyes!

the only thing that will redeem mankind is cooperation.

any zombies out there?

when's he going home?

i've always wanted to drive one of those.

why don't you go out with her if you love her so much?

that wasn't true. made it up. shouldn't have done that.

are you okay? did they hurt you?

well, that's a bit harsh.

where are we going to go?

i didn't want to cramp your style.

i got mugged on the way home.

player two has entered the game.

it's been a funny sort of day, hasn't it.

hey! you're dead!

i'll stop doing it when you stop laughing.

if we hole up, i wanna be somewhere familiar. i wanna know where the exits are, and i wanna be allowed to smoke.

what's the plan then?

i was desperate.

oh god, that's rotten!

you still haven't met his mum?

i do want to spend time with you.

oh no, there they are.

please can we just calm! the fuck! down!

this is a pub! we're in a pub!

you see what i'm saying?

some men tried to get into the house.

are they still there?

stop telling me to chill out!

feel free to step in any time.

i gotta do a wee first.

you did all right.

would anyone like a peanut?

we may have to kill my step-dad.

all right, i've got a car outside, but it's going to be a bit cramped.

you left them in my flat.

who died and made you fucking king of the zombies?

#rp starters #rp memes #rp prompt #rp meme #rp musings #roleplay memes #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme #writing prompt #rp prompts #ask memes #ask meme #rp asks #inbox prompt #rp inbox meme #sentence starter #sentence starters #sentence starter prompt #shaun of the dead #edgar wright #mcflymemes #movies

[adelaiderichards]

His Wife

Chapter 1: Not Chasing You

𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙙.

The recoms returned to Pandora with one mission and one mission only. Miles wanted to search and destroy The Sully’s for what they did to human him. His squad knew exactly what human they needed. (Well she wasn’t a human anymore). Aria was a native Na’Vi and she knew the forest despite her being a Recom. She was really loyal to The Sully’s and she was their kids Aunt. Her and Miles had Four children together but they all transformed into Na’Vi’s which everyone knew about it. They knew their mom was the very opposite of their father. Water was something she tend to go to often. With her being The Princess of Pandora she knew that everyone listened to her and more so than ever worshipped her.

Quartich landed on Pandora with his Squad and they all could smell a very familiar smell. Her scent was so powerful that the kids wondered where she always ran off too. Jake and Tiri told the kids not to go to far but they never listen at all. They were watching from afar of a Male Recom approaching their Aunt.

“Aria is that you?” The male Recom asked her.

“Miles.” Aria said.

“Well I’ll be damned. I thought I lost you.” He said with a chuckle.

“You know what I miss, Miles?” Aria questioned him.

“What is it?” He asked her in returned.

“How good you used to fuck me.” Aria said while smirking at him.

“Princess you and I both know that we would go nonstop.” Miles said to her while walking close to her.

“𝐷𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝐴𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝐴𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑦." Lo’Ak said to his father.

"𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙. 𝐼𝑓 𝐴𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑤𝑒’𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚." Jake said to his son.

"𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔." Lo’Ak said to his dad.

“𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝑆ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑁𝑎’𝑉𝑖 𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤." Jake said to his son.

“Mrs. Quaritch is that really you?” Lyle asked.”

“The one and only.” She said while chuckling at Lyle.

Oh boy have they missed them both together.

“DON’T TOUCH MY MOTHER AT ALL!!” Spider said to the men.

“Spider they’re not going to trust me.” She said to her adoptive son.

“Hmm what do we have here?” Miles said while one hand rested on his wife’s ass.

“Fuck me when we get there, Miles.” She whispered to him.

“Oh you’ll do more than that.” He whispered back to her.

“So these are his kids?” He asked his wife.

She didn’t answer.

“Not going to answer me, huh?” He grabbed his wife’s neck and stared her down with those evil yellow eyes.

Still no answer.

“Let. Her. Go.” Kiri said to him.

“And what are you going to do?” He asked her.

“You’ll see.” Was all that Kiri said to him.

“Lyle. Don’t. Touch. Her.” Aria said to him.

“Oh I do what the Boss tells me to do.” Lyle said.

“Miles…” Was all she could say to him.

“I’m not going to hurt you I promise. I missed that good pussy of yours. Ardmore needs to talk to you. She hates the way you left things.” He whispered to his wife.

“Mrs. Sully doesn’t like you.” She said to him.

“Oh I know. She killed human me.” Miles said.

“Neither does Jake.” She said to him.

“We’re taking you and the kids.” He said to them.

When night fell it was a battle and they ended up taking Spider. Aria stayed back and Lopez wasn’t quick enough to grab her. Damn him.

When they arrived to Bridgehead City, they were surprised to see who arrived there on her own.

“Damn. She’s fast.” Lyle said.

“She’s been here before.” Miles said to him.

“Boss you’re umm-“ He was cut off by Miles.

“Yes I’m aware that I’m hard. She’s the reason.” Miles said.

She ran towards Miles and fast in a hurry. She pulled out his keycard to his room and immediately stripped. Miles was taken aback and didn’t know what exactly to say. His own damn wife did what he wanted to do. Ardmore didn’t stop her of course because she knew she and Miles needed this. They wanted it but she’d be damned if she worked with a pissed off Colonel Miles who needed his wife more so than ever. Everyone could hear them. They were beyond loud at this point.

“Miles please…” Aria pleaded to Miles.

“Fuck so wet and tight for me just how I like it.” Miles said.

Lyle was knocking hard and nonstop on the door. He was sure they both orgasmed 70 times. They could go all night if they wanted to but they stopped. She was tired and so was he. She was hungry so she took a shower in her corridors which was right across from Miles. Ardmore did this because of their kids. Forrest hated that his father didn’t show affection towards to their mother. Nano was extremely protective of her mother. Nano was 13 while Forrest was 17. Telephine was 8 and Prosperous was 10. Two boys and two girls was what they had back then.

Nano was always in trouble in school and Miles couldn’t believe it. When Miles found out about this he was so hesitant only because he didn’t want to be a fuck up like his dad was.

Forrest was always smoking and if he wasn’t doing that he was fighting. Miles yelled at him pretty much every damn day. Forrest was always on edge because of his dad. Miles was never home.

Telephine was the precious one of the family because she was Miles’s favorite child. She got whatever she wanted from her father without any word.

Prosperous was her mother’s favorite child. You could always tell that both parents leaned towards their daughters.

Miles and Aria both walked into the cafeteria with all eyes on them. Miles was in a full on daze because of his wife. Sure his body was hurting and you could tell. They got their food and Aria got special food because she couldn’t eat packaged meals. Yuck! She always had to eat the more expensive stuff. Bridgehead every expensive thing you ever wanted. Currently Lyle was upset at the both of them. Ardmore was on thin ice with Aria because she knew she needed information from her. Aria brushed her away without a care in the damn world.

Daphne showed up without any word and Lyle was taken aback. His heart broke every time she came near him. She broke up with him and now here she is begging for forgiveness. Lyle hated the fact that he left her dripping. She was cumming everywhere and he just left her. He pulled out which pissed her off and she cried that entire night. Miles being Aria’s husband knew how broken she was. Miles did this once and it cut deep for him. Aria was broken inside and out. But they always seemed to fuck it out instead of talking it out.

“You two know how to put on a show.” Lyle said jokingly.

“I need to talk to you both. Now! Ardmore said to them both. Fuck they were in trouble.

“What is it?” Aria said irritated.

“For your little information your kids showed up and heard their parents fucking.” Ardmore said with a raised voice.

“It ain’t like they’re heard us before.” Aria said.

“You talking back to me?” Ardmore asked her with a smirk.

“Oh please you wouldn’t dare lay a hand on me.” Aria said while glaring at her.

“I might not but he can.” Ardmore said with ease.

“Is that a threat?” Aria said gritting her teeth.

“You seem to act like you know what you’re doing.” Ardmore said to her.

“Get to know me instead of viciously attacking me with your words.” Aria said.

Miles had to hold back his wife from actually grabbing her due to the fact she did it once. She hated people like her. She tortured Spider and Aria would get payback for what she did. She wanted Ardmore to suffer not die.

“Well you’re threatening her and you’re making everything ten times worse.” Miles said.

All of the recoms were taken aback from his words. Their own boss was somehow at ease than way before.

“You love it when I’m pissed don’t you?” She asked Ardmore.

Little did Miles know that Ardmore had a slight crush on his wife. These bitter words never ended up in anything. Aria took her words deeper than ever. Once Ardmore kisses Aria with Forrest looking. He immediately told his dad who reported this to his wife. His wife was irritated at the fact she got kissed by a high ranking officer.

#fanfic #miles quaritch #avatar the way of water #miles quaritch x reader

[supersources]

interview with the vampire (2022): episode 2, ... after phantoms of your former self. tw:  murder,  death,  blood,  strong language,  all vampire things.

* did you always work for him? did you sign an nda?

* is it only work or are you and he...?

* i serve a god.

* you missed at least three or four endangered species.

* i want to apologize for my outburst earlier. i can assure you, it will not happen again.

* memory is a monster. we forget, it doesn't.

* eh, can we turn down the music?

* two vampires walk into a church....

* the bliss was merely a stage in my transformation, pain followed.

* your body is confused. your lungs feel like water, your heart, fire. you feel as if you're dying... because you are.

* a proper disposal is the penance of a sated vampire.

* we live off the blood of the living. lap up the blood of the deceased and it'll suck you right down into death along with your victim.

* there's the spark.

* you were fucking loaded.

* your ears will pick up the world like a maddening symphony.

* your eyes will wander, led by your hunger.

* they were your brothers and sisters once but now they're your savory inferiors.

* straight to the prettiest girl at the party. i admire the aesthetic.

* just to be clear here, gents, we are here to talk about farm equipment. am i right?

* the neck. bite the neck. no... no, you don't bite the blood, you suck it.

* for our next carpet, i'm thinking persian.

* this is your home, now. breathe.

* you ain't fucking hearin' me!

* hey! that's comin' out of my pay!

* the sun gives life to everything but us. i should have taught you that.

* the life of a vampire has its challenges... and its rewards.

* i ain't sleeping in a coffin.

* you've had a long life... and such an extraordinary one ahead.

* it's okay... you can be on top.

* i got in that coffin on my own free will.

* in the quiet dark, we were equals.

* vampires are killers. apex predators whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment.

* don't expect every reader to swallow that one.

* when i first started learning english, i abhorred it. every word felt like a doorknob falling out of my mouth.

* killing folks ain't a second language.

* these are nightmares i'm having, not dreams.

* he's lying, you know. he wants the job so he can steal from you.

* you gonna make me beg?!

* it's not cheating with a woman because i can't get pregnant.

* i'm gonna ditch this town and be somebody... or i'll just go home.

* it's a very distracting gift, the petty musings of meat.

* what am i thinking right now?

* the architects of our creation mean to humble us. we're at the mercy of the other's discretion.

* you chase after phantoms of your former self. i'll break you of it.

* the curtains go up at eight.

* look what the wind blew in...

* i don't remember inviting him but, please, take your overdressed self and have a fine time.

* i see you have a banjo band in your front yard...

* don't come back fragile.

* haven't heard a knock on my door... it's half a mile both ways.

* you making me a uncle right here?

* you hide from me this long again, i'll hunt you down and slap you sideways.

* well, you really do have a mind inside that head of yours, don't you?

* you know, i had my doubts... but you really earned your 15%.

* i had powers now, and decades of rage to process, and it was both random and unfortunate, the man picked that night to dabble in fuckery. if not him, it would have been the next man.

* he disrespected me! he said i did a good job.

* you are a library of confusion.

* yes, let's have this conversation again.

* couple of garish priests go missing, people say "fine, most likely kid fiddlers." but this was an important man in town! the police will be looking for this man!

* i don't like sleeping angry.

* for the record, if disrespect was done to you, i would have killed him myself.

* well, what can i do to make it up to you?

* how can i stop you? how can i say no to you?

* i'm sure mama would love to see you.

* i no longer kill. my last victim was in the year 2000.

* did you eat the baby?

* what on earth would a meth-addicted son of a coal miner in west virginia want with eternal life?

* you have to stop seeing them. they'll grow fearful of you if they haven't already.

* it's a rite of passage for all of us.

* i ain't never gonna have a family of my own, am i?

* i'm your family...

* you should just throw me in the incinerator and make another.

* you're a challenge every sunset, and i wouldn't have it any other way.

* i have a private box and i had tuxedos made... i've been neglectful of romance.

* he had a way about him, those first years.

* how many of us are out there? we can't be the only ones.

* music pierced his damned soul... and any humans who were involved in the creation of it existed on an elevated plane in his eyes.

* i was moved to see he too had his human attachments.

* i don't understand how someone like that can make it onto a stage.

* he removed a lifetime of confidence, of joy, in less than half an hour.

* why do you do this?!

* well, i like to do it. i enjoy it.

* you don't have to humiliate him.

* well, i didn't say you had to enjoy it!

* kill them swiftly if you have to, but do it! embrace what you are! you are a killer!

* come now, love, let's get you to the couch to die.* i was never going to be a natural. i was never going to savor the aftertaste.

* i try to have a human dish once a week to maintain the thread.

* it tastes like most human food... like paste, chalk, soap...

#rp meme #rp starters #rp prompts #sentence starters #inbox meme #inbox starters #rp ask meme #starter prompt #roleplay starters #roleplay prompts #sentence meme #askbox meme #askbox prompt #ask meme #sentence prompts #mine: prompts.

[ur-friendly-neighborhood-simp]

What were those theories about atsv you mentioned in the post with my ask? It's the Daily Yappathon™ so feel free to talk as much as you want :3 I'm all ears or eyes since I'll be reading this and not listening

OH YESSSSS >:]

so, miguel is wrong. just, dead wrong.

first of all, hes a fucking psychopath. he was stalking the other miguels family and when he died, he could replace him perfectly and no one noticed. and hes delusional, like bro, its not your life or your daughter, and just because you got attached to them doesnt give you the right to act like a psycho. if you want a family, download tinder or smth

second, i get that he was a little bit nice to miles in the beginning (even though he threw a trash can at him), but here he is.

???????????????????????????????????????????????

who gave you the right to act like that? chasing a teenager on all fours and choke slamming him into a fucking train and repeatedly calling him a mistake just because he refused to be part of your fucked up fake sustem?

because the canon is basically murder. letting people die "because they have to" is murder. and seriously, before the spider society existed, who took care of the canon? when miguel made the spider society, he also made the rules and he also made the canon. hes fighting a villain that he created.

also, miles is not an anomaly. if he was, his universe would have collapsed when the spider bit him. because thats what the supposed canon says, anomaly = universe falling apart. and yet, 1610B is very very stable. you know which universe did collapse?

miguel is projecting his problems onto everyone else. miles isnt the original anomaly, miguel is. and he knows that, but hes too emotionally immature to understand what 2+2 is.

miguel blames miles for everything, when nothing is actually his fault. miles didnt start the collider or kill peter or create the spot or anything. if you look into it, you understand that even though it seems that its his fault, it isnt. was miguel too bored to look into it? maybe.

& hes a drug addict. rapture is the most addictive drug the universe and hes addicted to it. whats 1+1 again?

from what i understood, it was jess' idea to save gwen in the beginning of the movie (also we stan mother jess 🙏), miguel was very hesitant to save gwen, which means he was full on going to leave her there. and he neglected her. and he sent her back. to her father. who pulled a gun on her. bro, you cant only take care of the people that comply to your system. its giving government

i get that he has trauma, but like, so does everyone else. peter b has trauma, miles has trauma, gwen has trauma, hobie has trauma, everyone in the society has trauma but you dont see them abusing minors. miguel is the only using trauma as an excuse to be a horrible person.

also, i have strong reasons to believe that jeff dying wasnt miles' canon event. i mean, it was, but not 1610 miles'. when the go home machine read miles' dna, it sent him to E-42, because thats where the spider that bit him was from (which was ohnn's fault, btw. its not your spider bro put it back). and thats what probably happened when miguel was seeing miles' "canon events". jeff dying was miles 42's canon event, and it happened. like, the one is fatherless and the other is uncleless. why does one have to be both uncleless and fatherless? bffr.

basically, miguel to me is this: "oh, look at me, im miguel ohara, im the leader of the spider society and that makes me 200% better than you, nothing is my fault ever, everything is your fault, im a literal fucking psychopath, id rather beat a teenager up than admit that im wrong, my ego is the size of the atlantic ocean and im a furry who doesnt know non-violent communication. grr 👹"

and im not a hypocrite, if miles had done something wrong, i would be able to realise that. like, "miles is a great character but thats where he made a mistake". but he didnt do anything wrong. he didnt know that the canon existed, he only wanted to save his dad.

and i know that if the roles were reversed, if miguel was the one who couldnt save someone he loved, he would do the exact same thing. and so would everyone else in the society, who took miguels side. like, didnt your moms teach you "dont treat people the way you dont want to be treated"??

and it pisses me off so much when people defend miguel, first of all youre defending an abuser and second you dont have any good arguments.

1. "miles shouldnt have ran" thats victim blaming. and seriously, youre telling me that if you saw this

chasing you, you wouldnt have ran? bffr.

2. "he has trauma, thats why hes aggressive" i already explained that before, but trauma isnt an excuse to be a horrible person.

yeah, there are a lot of shit arguments ive seen over time but i dont remember all of them.

also, hes not even hot. not that him being hot would excuse his actions, but then id partly understand when people liked him. but NOW? girl, he has 0 good angles and he looks like he hasnt showered in 3 months. you only like him because hes tall and has muscles and speaks spanish. have some self-respect

i wanted to say another thing but ive talked too much already lmao

#these arent really theories theyre just me yapping but yk #also now im fuckin pissed again #i hope he dies so i can dance to gagnam style over his grave #disrespectfully #☺️🫶🏻 #miguel slander #atsv #selene core

[twin-scars]

Soooo...Jancy is going to be a team in season 5, Steve won’t be dating anybody, but Nancy is going to start thinking of Steve in a romantic way because he’s matured?

Really, shitbags?

I know the Duffers are being elusive on purpose but at least make the lies sound believable and coherent.

In what way has Steve matured in a relationship sense? He paints these fantasies and places Nancy in them but you hear zero input from Nancy. Like, yes, please, let’s get Nancy with the ex who never took her thoughts and considerations and goals to heart and instead shut her up by telling her to pretend like everything is normal. Nancy: I’m tired of pretending to be normal. Steve: I have a solution! Steve: Let’s pretend to be normal by going to a Halloween party!

Fuck’s sake, could he have been any denser?

If they make Nancy into what Jonathan described in season one, it will completely undo all her evolvement. And Steve, in season three, said he was over Nancy (because he was falling in love with Robin) but he didn’t know much about Robin. He seems to not see the women he wants to be with, rather, just inserts them into whatever fantasy he’s got going.

This doesn’t make Steve a bad person, just painfully unaware, because he’s too hung up on what he wants to really see what’s in front of him.

Steve really should stop chasing women and learn to fucking see the world beyond his own thoughts.

So...

Why bother doing all the stuff with Jancy then? The scars? All the history and chemistry and trauma? Seems kind of a waste, unless they want Jonathan to suffer horribly. He would break up with Nancy if that’s what she wanted, because her happiness means the world to him, but if that happens, they’re really going to walk around the rest of their lives with scars on their palms for nothing? Jonathan would be heartbroken.

I still think Jancy will be endgame. If they want a ‘full circle’ season one grouping, Nancy would still be in love with Jonathan even if she’s with Steve. Nancy was never in love with Steve. She loves Jonathan with her whole being. She was with Jonathan way more than Steve in season one.

Just look how perfect he is in season one!

Because seriously, if Jonathan were around in season four, Steve wouldn’t get a second glance. They moved Jonathan over two thousand miles away to make this ‘triangle’ bullshit to happen. Nancy never talked to Steve after she and Jonathan became a couple. She missed Jonathan more than anything in season four and you could tell.

Her attitude towards Robin and Fred wasn’t rude, but it wasn’t especially kind, either. She never had to tell Jonathan what to do, and even if she did, he would do it. He was never talkative like Robin or anything like Fred.

Jonathan never told her to pretend that shit was normal, or try to distract her with bullshit. He listened to her and helped her.

Jonathan was pretty much her world until he moved away. 

Steve disappears from her thoughts as soon as Jonathan is around. She never looked at Steve the way she looks at Jonathan.

Stop fucking around, Duffer Brothers.

#jancy #jonathan byers #nancy x jonathan

[inairbinad]

the make me write my wips poll accountability snippets

Part Four : Steddie Witch AU Starting WC: 3868 | Goal: 7348 | End of Week: 8404

From the "winner" from last week, here's almost a little more than 500 words because why not? (fair warning: I did not edit this lol)

It didn’t take long for Steve and Robin to get to the little house Argyle and Jonathan shared, since it was less than a half mile away. By the time they got there the place was deathly quiet. Everything about the facade of the usually cheery house screamed run.

Steve got out of the car, bat in hand, and stepped closer.

The door was hanging only from the bottom hinge, creaking as it flapped in the autumn wind. Through it Steve could see the floor of the living room was strewn with Jon and Argyle’s belongings. Over it all, a lamp flickered in a way that gave Steve flashbacks.

“What the fuck,” Robin whispered. It was more of a statement than a question at this point, so Steve didn’t bother to reply beyond starting to move inside. Robin followed.

The whole place was trashed, but not like someone had been trying to burgle it. It looked like a fight had happened. Things were knocked over everywhere, one of the windows cracked and whistling, and there was a hole in the wall that looked like a fist or an elbow might have gone through it.

“Did someone break into their house just to have a brawl?” Robin asked, apparently riding the same wavelength as usual.

“No idea,” Steve murmured. He didn’t see any blood anywhere, which was a good thing he supposed. It was all rather creepy, though. Especially since no one was around anymore. Steve went back out to the front porch and looked at the grass that led to the edge of the trees, searching for tracks. It didn’t take long to find them.

There was only one trail to follow, which seemed to put a dent in the multi-person fight theory. Unless someone was still creeping around.

“Double check the house to see if anyone’s still here?” Steve muttered to Robin under his breath. He hated what he was about to say, but deep in his gut he knew Robin could handle herself. He was glad she’d insisted on coming after all. “I’m gonna start following that.”

He pointed towards the trail, and Robin gave him a grim sort of nod. “I’ll be right behind you.”

Begrudgingly, the two separated as Robin went back inside, her hands raised and ready to fling a wicked spell at anything that jumped out to say boo.

Steve loped off into the woods, nail bat swinging at his side as he studied the unusual tracks under the light of the moon. They looked human, based on what looked like the imprint of the bottom of a shoe in the dirt. But the contorted way they were disheveled and the added hand prints seemed wrong. Like someone was scrabbling away from something on all fours.

Something that apparently didn’t leave any tracks of its own.

Shivers prickled at the back of Steve’s neck as his imagination ran wild, wondering what he could possibly be chasing after—and if he should be chasing it at all. The trees around him seemed to shudder with nerves as he trudged forward, doing his best not to make any noise underfoot.

The woods had never seemed so quiet.

tags: @patchworkgargoyle @stobinesque @soulsofstarsliveinyourveins @spicysix

#dani's wips #steddie #witch au

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

I'm following @eternal-infamy's prime example of procrastination, by doing some incorrect quotes:

Evan, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him? Andy: You did WHAT? Raven: William Snakepeare Sparkle: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me. Ezra: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you? Sparkle: Yes! Willow: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

Raven: I'm a reverse necromancer. Adrian: Isn't that just killing people? Raven: Ah, technicality.

Andy: You love me, right? Adrian: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

Andy: Gently taps table Dalton: Taps back Adrian: What are they doing? Raven: Morse code. Andy: Aggressively taps table Dalton: Slams hands down YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Andy: Screams Willow: Screams louder to establish dominance Adrian: Should we do something? Raven: No, I want to see who wins.

Willow: You know those things will kill you, right? Travis, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point. Miles, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process. Ezra: Nods while eating raw cookie dough

Willow: Wake me up… Ezra: Before you go go! Andy: When September ends… Raven: WAKE ME UP INSIDE

Willow and Andy are sitting on a bench Sam: Why do you guys look so sad? Willow: Sit down with us so we can tell you. Sam sits down Andy: The bench is freshly painted.

Akin: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated. Caspian: Killed without hesitation. Akin: No.

Evan: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It's terrible for the environment! Lily: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly! Daniel: I turned out perfectly fine! Evan: Daniel, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast Daniel: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

Andy: Kicks the door down looking panicked Adrian: What did you do? Andy: Nobody died. Adrian: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Sam: How many kids do you have? Raven: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

Evan: Is something burning? Daniel: Just my love for you. Evan: Daniel, the toaster is on fire.

Sky, struggling to keep upright in her 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me Andy, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

Wyatt: Travis and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us Miles: Sighing What did Travis do? Wyatt: He chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and… Travis: Who wants a steering wheel?

Andy: Am I in trouble? Adrian: Take a guess. Andy: No? Adrian: Take another guess.

Malou: Can you please be serious for five minutes? Dalton: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

Willow: Truth or dare? Felix: Dare Willow: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room Felix: Hey Sparkle Sparkle, blushing: Yeah? Felix: Could you move? I’m trying to get to Eli

Andy: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Congo: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Andy: Absolutely not.

Willow: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back. Andy: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

Lily: So what’s for dinner? Jackall, staring at the food he just burnt: Regret.

Sparkle: Must be hard not being able to laugh Adrian: I do have a sense of humor you know Sparkle: I’ve never heard you laugh before Adrian: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

Sam: So that’s my plan. Andy: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean. Sam: No, go ahead, I want to hear it. Andy: It fucking sucks. Sam: That’s not constructive criticism.

Evan: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'? Congo: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated- Andy: Smad.

Willow: We need to get through this locked door. Dad, give me your credit card. Andy: Here. Willow, pocketing it: Thanks. Wyatt, kick down the door.

Sparkle: HELP! I TOLD RAVEN I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK! Daniel, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Andy: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth? Evan: You’re a hazard to society Gizmo: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

Travis: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night. River: You were flirting with Wyatt. Travis: So what? He's my boyfriend. River: You asked him if he was single. Travis: River: And then you cried when he said he weasn't.

Sky: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time? Raven: The car takes a screenshot. Adrian: For the last time, get the fuck out.

Aishlynn What did you guys get in your yearbook? Odette: 'Prettiest Smile' Sam: 'Nicest Personality' Andy: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Evan: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one' Evan: Favorite horror movie? Jackall: It Nekaya: Saw Andy: Annabelle Gizmo: High School Musical. after watching it I spent last semester terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

Odette, going over Felix's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative. Felix: Yes Odette: Okay… may I know what you create? Felix: Problems.

Andy, pointing: May I sit there? Adrian: That's my lap Andy: That doesn't answer my question, Adrian.

Caspian: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. Andy: I think you mean cards. Caspian, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

Congo, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today! Willow: walks in covered with ink Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

Andy: I was arrested for being too cool. Willow: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

Andy: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Dalton: You and me!!! Andy, tearing up: Okay.

Sam: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life Malou: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years! Andy: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this! Willow: I knew I lost that potential somewhere! Felix: My moral code, is that you? Dalton: Dalton: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

Andy: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it. Congo: no. Willow: Mistlefoe. Congo: Please stop encouraging him.

Andy: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it Adrian: Just rip the bandage off. Andy: It’s Felix. Adrian: Put the bandage back on.

Raven: How's the sexiest person here~? Adrian: I don't know, how is he~? Raven, flustered: I- Andy, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

#Evan Thompson #Adrian Blackwood #Andycorn #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Sam #Samuel Cullman Thompson #Willow #Willow Amalthea Shaw Cullman #Sky Cullman Blackwood #Wyatt D'Angelo #River D'Angelo #Jackall D'Angelo #Jacob D'Angelo #Travis Maycock #Gizmo Jensen #Raven McKinney #Brandubh McKinney #Dalron Red #Malou Jensen #Jackie #Rill #Jacob #Caspian Jacob D'Angelo #Styro #Phrack #Ash #Ashes #Eli Thompson #Aishlynn Selena Zoe Hartwig #Lily Ophelia Thompson

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Miles Upshur headcanons because ive been real autistic since outlast went on sale on the switch

heres just a huge dump of all my miles headcanons and interpretations im sorry it’s so fucking much ive been obsessed with this fag since i was like 13

 I think Miles grew up pretty poor, his father in the military and his mother was a stay at home mom who struggled with drug addiction. he had four other sisters with him being the oldest. He ended up raising most of them, the third sister being nonverbal autistic. He was responsible at home but not really anywhere else. He also didn’t get along with his mom very well. He left the house the moment he turned 18 and didn’t look back. He’s transmasc and gay, i can’t see him being into women im sorry. hes like the only horror protagonist i can think og that isnt like oh my gof.ds...... oh my god boobs....

I think a lot of Miles very strong core values come from how he was raised and that mostly pushed him into journalism and needing to shine a light on things. i also think he was in a band when he was in highschool, and still plays guitar pretty frequently (or well, heh, did when he had his fingers.) i also think he sold his adderal and any other meds he was put on all through out highschool and college and got in trouble for it a couple times. He was one of those shitty highschool kids who were like way too smart for their own good so they spent all of their time trying to break every rule they could.

Miles and Lynn Langermann became extremely close in college, and Miles and Blake also dated in college for like two months before that imploded on itself and they never spoke to eachother again.

He’s an aries, he has ADHD and c-PTSD (and you know, now regular PTSD) and is a HORRIBLE chain smoker like it’s really fucking bad. he’s jewish. He is EXTREMELY drawn to anything dangerous or mysterious like it’s a problem he has almost no survival instincts. He is an animal to his own emotions and desires and it’s a problem, if he gets scared of something he chases after it, he doesn’t back down, he’s insanely stubborn, he’s quick to anger. But I will say he is pretty good about assessing situations, he’s lived off blind luck his entire life because he is GOOD at what he does. he always acts like he knows what he’s doing and shit usually ends up in his favor so it’s hard not to believe him.  He is unaware of how mentally unwell he is, mostly because he has a habit of repressing pretty much anything traumatic that happens to him. Puts it in a little vault and keeps trudging on.

He’s anti authority and has a hard time taking orders or directions, even just from people he loves/respects. He resents any kind of restraint put on him. Miles biggest fear is death, him dying, specifically. He is scared to die before he’s ready. His second biggest fear is being forgotten/ignored. He’s somewhat of an attention whore, negative, positive, he likes to act out or preform or be wild and “out there” and have everyones eyes on him. he wants to be THE guy. no matter what hes doing he’s doing it with a hypothetical audience. That’s specifically something he struggles to drop at any time, its hard for him to be intimate with people or slow down because of it. he isn’t a narcissist though, it isn’t to an extreme extent. it’s just enough to be noticable in times of crisis. Despite all of these, Miles biggest and most dominante traits are his empathy, passion and his fixation on justice. he’s a good person all around, even if he’s a bit of trouble. he rarely if ever has ill intents to anyone who isn’t a dangerous person, and even then, he can find himself sympathizing and understanding almost anyone if given enough time.

he’s pretty fashionable but... doesn’t utilize it what so ever. he dresses like a very stereotypical binary trans masc, with a bit of occasional gothic/southern flair. he’s no stranger to eyeliner. before his transition he was very similar but in a “feminized” way, think those white southern punk girls with the chunky blonde/black streaks and bedazzled black ripped tanktops and flannels. He just went from one end of the spectrum to the other.

#miles upshur #this is so much and its so rambly excuse me

[400terahertz]

thoughts about frontiers after beating it obvs this will b spoilery so read at ur own risk bcus BOY i need to ramble

GOT DAM WHAT A GAME.....WOW JUST WOOOOOO omg ok

first the islands were very fun to play through. i 100 percent mapped them bcus i was obsessed with running around finding things, doing the side story bits and challenges. enjoyed the platforming a lot 2 around the world! my first sonic game was forces so tbh playing frontiers was a bit of a learning curve bcus its a lot more involved i think. like with the bars u swing round i fucked up so much at first but they r very fun once u get used 2 them. i like how some of the platforming was tied together so u could go from one 2 the other when u get it right!! also with doing the challenges unlocking more ride rails around the islands if u wanted a quick get around

enjoyed the guardians a lot 2!! faves were that of ares island tbh i enjoyed the strider and shark ones. fuck the tank tho. the last island guardians made me want to explode bcus i cannot parry. so i just kill with sonic boom instead

also just the general layout of the islands was good as well. amen for the marker placing but i like that they did make u work 2 get 2 some places. like getting the sixth chaos emerald

general gameplay was good 2!! i got the whole skill tree for fun bcus i wanted to see how everything worked. sonic boom was by far my fave. killing and maiming

cyberspace was also fun 2! ik they reused level design but i actually found it fun recognising level layout like from sa2, generation and unleashed. also having different routes and the missions did make me replay a few levels a couple time bcus i liked the satisfaction of clearing all four of them (tho i got lazy towards the end bcus i was buzzing 2 see the final boss). one gripe about it tho my god the cameraaaa. maybe it was just me but the fixed camera honestly fucked me over for some of levels. in open world it was mostly ok like when u got it 4 the 2d esque platforming but for cyberspace it made things a bit harder. but i still enjoyed it anyway but fuck you sky sanctuary all my homies hate sky sanctuary

boss fights i will take about later but uhh characters!! IM SO HAPPYYYYYY sonic characters when they r actually done right my beloved. i love how amy is becoming more independent (which eggman literally mentions in his memos) and not that 2d chasing sonic girl. its nice to see her get actual character depth and have her b more insightful. it was nice to see i adore amy so it made me smile. also loved her interactions with the koco honestly they were besties. and i love how sonic cares and doesn't brush her Off. ik he gets a little mad but its more just not like hes fr mad at her more like i really want to help you like i dunno how 2 describe it but yknow. it was nice to see how much he cared about her. and i think its nice 2 see that shes grown up a little and is more independent, excited to see where she'll go in the future.

knuckles and sonic my god fruity as FUCKING ANYTHING. genuinely made me giggle they were very funny together which i missed bcus they jest!! theyre silly guys who know how 2 be serious. also knuckles and his autism about all the history of the islands was so lovely it made me happy 2 see him b like yknow!! not b made fun of or what not. yknow hes still got that degree of 'grew up alone and away from most modern things' but they don't make him seem stupid for it yknow. also the moments between him and sonic that r more serious r done well and not like twisted into a joke or anything. if they do tease each other they play fair. they both respect each other even if they get on eahc others nerves. they gay yknow?

AND TAILS. HAND IN MY FUCKING MOUTH MILES TAILS PROWER. god his interactions with sonic really brought back the big brother little bro dynamic ive been missing rather than just guy and his sidekick. its nice to see tails have hangups about stuff and sonic not just teasing and actually sincerely talking about it with him. also tails talking to sage about how he trusts sonic with his life her observation of them being a family even if not genetically so. it was just very nice 2 see the dynamic come back again. also excited 2 see how tails does in the future as well, believing in himself and all. also I LOVE that u can see sonic in tails between the mimicking expression. also tails technology autism straight from the beginning amen.

for sage and sonic it was kinda funny 2 see his expression like boy was tired of the vagueness but yknow he also tried to play nice when he gets knuckles to not attack her and just trying 2 get her to open up a little. in particular the one scene on chaos island where hes a bit snippy with her bcus hes tired and hurting honestly but once she leaves he kinda :[ bcus he does want to help her if she would just listen.

sage and eggman oh my god. rotates. the egg memo talking about what if sage was like maria. oh my god i read thru them and just seen the increasing affection from him 2 her really drove me nuts /pos. eggman may be evil but god that fatherly affection got me good. the scene at the end when hes watching the shooting stars and he knows shes gone but not for real. bcjs he clenches his fist and you knew he was gonna get her back. bcus thats his girl.

sonic himself was such a breath of fresh air honestly he wasn't a jerk or dismissive he was the sincere, respectfully teasing loyal as hell guy we know and loved and missed. his character in this game was so perfect 2 me. tails is right he is not perfect u see him get mad and snappy sometimes but its bcus he cares and hes doing everything he can to help his friend s. he is so dedicated while also keeping them company and talking things thru with them. i missed his serious side as well. he knows when not to fuck around and what he needs to do. god it was lovely.

animation. explodes A MOVE AWAY FROM THE MASCOT SYNDROME. they r using small blue anthropomorphic hedgehog anatomy 2 their advantage bcus he is not gonna move like a real person. the bounce of the animation, the use of eyebrows for expression, EAR WIGGLES. it was so nice and fluid. everytime i got into a fully animated cutscene i exploded everytime bcud UGHHHHHHH it just scarcthed my brain. also the changes in sonics idle pose as u progressed thru the story bcus of the cyber corruption. biting a pillow. i felt bad making him run around once i got 2 rhea island bcus HE WAS TIRED. HE WAS TIRED AND HURT!!! go take a nap for one week boy.

in terms of story i enjoyed mysf a lot. the ai vocie actually ending up being the enemy was not my expectation. honestly my major impression was sage being the villain and belonging 2 the islands when she is in fact eggmans creation. so that was a twisty bit for me. i liked the lore!!!! learning new stuff about old things like the emeralds was cool i love new info on things!! also the million callbacks to old games that gave that hint of continuity like name dropping old game events or bosses . god it made me pig everytime honestly considering the inconsistentcy of the timeline here. ESPECIALLY WITH REFERENCES TO OTHER CHARACTERS. LIKE TANGLE god that scratches my brain bcus it connects the idw comics to canon now and that is crazy. i would say one thing that disappointed me was the way that sonic cyber corruption was easily resolved after all the build up for the whole game. i am silly and i was hoping for some aspect of sonic final boss especially with the evil ai i was partially convinced he was gonna get taken over. which wouldve honestly been sick. even if not that i wouldve like to see what sonic was experiencing just standing there like that. tails mentioning he was between realities really has me thinking about what he mightve been doing in that brief amount of time. but yeah i wish there was smth more of it but i have stuff 2 draw out later so its ok. was convinced bcus of the shot where amy runs up to him the angle his head is at just makes him look ominous as hell.

boss FIGHTS.GOD I AM BAD AT GAMING BUT I WAS HYPED AS HELL THE WHOLE WAY THRU. wave was the knight one purely for the sword bit at the end my mouth was fucking on the floor watching it. hardest 4 me was the wyvern bcus i cannot fucking parry but thst one has my fave ost. i didnt get the true final boss so i felt the final boss i did get (just supreme and qte for the end) was kinda lacking. but i havent watched gameplay for the hard mode yet so yeah.

AND MUSIC WOOHOO!! jammed out in cyberspace and in the boss fights really hard. i like the tech synth they had for cyberspace but the contrast with metalcore for thr boss fights. i hope they stick with that theme in the future bcus sonic really does sound best with rock.

nd yeah!! that's all i can think of rn but i enjoyed myself a lot!! new fave sonic game :]

#.chat #extremely long post have fun

[rosethornewrites]

Friday & Saturday NR, E, & M reading

The usual

Finished

Not Rated:

little a-ying, by byeollie (6 chapters)

It happens on a nighthunt, of course it does.

Looking after a child has never been so hard.

or: Wei Wuxian gets turned into a four year-old

Explicit:

Blood Harmony, by Anonymous (20 chapters, abandoned with synopsis)

"It'd be my honor to marry the Second Jade of Lan," Wei Ying bows to him.

Before Wangji can stand up and return the bow, Wei Ying already turns, leaving the room.

His heart constricts with the need to chase after him, shaking him and saying,

Fuck honor! Love me instead!

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Or, a canon-divergence fic, set before the burning of Cloud Recesses.

An arranged marriage AU

With pain.

Always, by Incandescentflower (4th in a series)

When the Chief Cultivator goes missing, Wei Wuxian sets off to find him.

And the world's alright with me, by so_shhy

Wei Ying has been feeling like a grey, wrung-out, mildewed dishrag for a week when Lan Zhan slopes in from a trip to the store looking blank-faced and awkward and sets a pregnancy test down on the kitchen counter.

Fuck Around and Find Out, by notoriousfish

A quiet day in the Cloud Recesses library becomes anything but when Lan Wangji discovers Wei Wuxian has transferred his consciousness into a paperman, thus leaving his defenseless body at Lan Wangji's mercy.

Mature:

instructions on not giving up, by fruitys

It was always about survival before.

He’s still not used to this, about time: how to exist in it, safe and warm and whole, no ragged edges.

(Or: what comes next.)

fix on the hour, by RavenclawLoki

"You prick,” the one in purple seethed, taking a step closer and Wei Wuxian’s fingers cling to Chenqing again. The other man blinked in surprise when Wei Wuxian took a step back away – how could he not? Maybe he should have escaped when they were distratced. “Where have you been these last three months?” he demanded, gripping his own sword, the colors matching his robes.

Wei Wuxian frowned. Three months?...was that all he was gone for? It felt like he had been alone so much longer…He had people looking for him? People who missed him? People who wanted him back? How much had he missed? Wei Wuxian sent a glare at man in red, still whimpering in the corner; he could wait, enjoy the last few moment in peace.

Wei Wuxian looked back at the man who gave him back the sword. He didn’t try to hide his confusion, instead he set his flute in his belt as he debated which of the hundred questions to ask first.

“Who are you?” Wei Wuxian choose, feeling like that should be the most important one.

Or what if Wei Wuxian lost his memory while being in the burial mounds?

Unfinished

Not Rated:

The Untamed: To Walk in One's Shoes, by YenGirl

It turns out that that old adage of 'To walk a mile in someone's shoes' proves to be the most effective way for three siblings to understand one another. Too bad there's a wedding involved.

Confrontations, by pft_a_Frog22 (2nd in a series)

After the time travelers leave, things change so very drastically for one Wei Wuxian.

or,

What happens after.

(suggested to read pt 1 of series)

Explicit:

In broad nightlight, by Lanwangjisnights

“Alpha.” The omega beneath him gasps while hips move relentlessly against his, while hands find purchase on his shoulders, digging in, “Please fuck me.”

Lan Zhan travels the one hand, he’s not using to pin his omega to the ground down, along the planes of a slim, but trained body, over the dip of hipbones, along the inner seam of upper thighs. He follows a trail of slick, coats his fingers with it before he plunges two of them into a twitching hole. He bites on a nipple when he finds loose muscles clenching around him.

Or:

Virgin Alpha Lan Zhan meets Virgin Omega Wei Ying in a darkroom, fucks him senseless and falls incurably in love

Mature:

This Time, by Blue_King096

“Lan Zhan… what happened in the future? Why did you come back to see me?” Wei Wuxian whispered.

Lan Wangji swallowed and lowered his eyes, his grip tightening on his sword.

“Lan Zhan, please! Why did you come back?”

Lan Wangji lifted his eyes and looked at his husband's distressed face, and wished he could clear it of worry.

“You died” Lan Wangji finally said.

~~~

Lan Wangji goes back in time to save the love of his life, but will he be able to change what happened?

A Leg Up for a Helping Hand, by mondengel

Presented with a crippling setback, Wei WuXian innovates.

Paint it Black, by Forever_Marie

Wei Wuxian is saved by the Gusu clan after being abused by the Jiangs. Sort of. They kinda just take him and hide him for years. He is recognized at the lectures and his peaceful life is slowly unraveled.

(My take on a Wei Ying, raised in Gusu. Still a clown but with different baggage)

unhappy stories with happy endings, by Last_for_Hell

When a small village is cursed to see the memories of their loved ones, their call for help is answered by Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian. The junior quartet joins them in the hopes that they may help put an end to the village’s woes.

The curse looms heavily on, and soon, it will take hold of these six newcomers.

I whatever you, I will stand by your side, by Lizziewriter07

Wei WuXian almost died during Jin ZiXun's trap. He would have retaliated with all his might if it weren't for A-Yuan being terrified and right behind him and Wen Ning. Instead of killing Jin ZiXuan, he was hit by a fatal arrow in the heart while trying to protect the little boy. After disappearing from the cultivation world for five years he was... "invited" in a rather peculiar way to help two great sect leaders in a problem with their sworn brother.

Or,

Lan XiChen knew his younger brother like no one else. He knew him well enough to know that seeing Wei WuXian again after all those years of not knowing anything about the young master would make WangJi do something extreme. In order to be aware of what would happen and to help, ZeWu-jun proposes a sort of alliance with Wen Qing. Together, they come up with a well-crafted excuse to leave them alone for a while.

(there are going to be more chapters, like, a >lot< more)

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #cql #untamed fanfiction #chen qing ling

[chaseadrian]

packing tape

At the behest of Amanda Waller, Adrian and the rest of the team have been reassigned throughout the country. In the midst of moving you both struggle with the future you're facing and your shared past.

pairing: adrian chase x f!reader tags: 18+ ONLY, explicit, hurt/comfort, established relationship, dom!adrian, light bondage, unprotected, self care, fear of abandonment, needy!adrian, lmk if i forgot anything lol  word count: 4.2k+ a/n: yeah this is fully inspired by my own move which is coming up in a few days. just some good ol hurt/comfort and a happy ending bc i cannot live without those anyway hope yall like it!!

The pavement grumbled underneath you as Adrian did his best to avoid the potholes beneath your box truck, a mission that failed as soon as it started amidst the unkempt highways of the southern United States. 

“Where do our taxes even go?” You complained, your eyes closed to subdue the car sickness that came with seeing the landscape bleed away from the window. 

“Filling prisons with brown and black people, actually.” Adrian’s voice was serious, lips pressing together in a frustrated pout. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, and readjusted his hand on the wheel, white knuckling the cracking leather. 

“Yeah.” You muttered, slinking down in your seat and flipping the sun visor open. 

It was near dusk, and this was the second day of driving you two had undergone, over halfway to your new, albeit temporary, home. 

The team had splintered a few missions after the butterflies, and you watched as Amanda Waller’s fury slashed the budget for Adrian’s undercover op, sending members of the team around the country to discourage insubordination. Granted, you knew the team was on thin ice after Leota’s press conference, and she could only use her relationship with her mother as a bargaining chip for so long. 

Waller had let a few missions slide by, menial stuff like capturing a particularly powerful criminal, or rounding up a group of escaped meta-convicts who had made their way to LA from Washington State Penitentiary. And though you weren’t officially part of the team, you and Keeya had tagged along and holed up in your own hotel room anyway, convincing Leota and Adrian to hang behind for a few days to enjoy the city they’d just saved. 

But, the press coverage evolved into a gnarled monster that Waller couldn’t control, so she broke the team up and sent you all packing with the threat of imprisonment or, if imprisonment didn’t seem like a terrifying enough ordeal, death. And out of everywhere she could’ve sent you, somehow you and Adrian had the misfortune of getting fucking Florida. 

Adrian was kind of over the moon. 

“Do you know how much crazy shit happens in Florida? Washington was a backwater shithole, I was mostly killing violent meth heads and abusive dads, but Florida? Imagine this: A man is pestering an alligator, I kill him, then I get an alligator sidekick by feeding him the man. Just like Peacemaker and Eagly.”

It didn’t matter how much you told him that Eagly was definitely not a wild eagle that Chris had just lured out of the forest one day, Adrian was convinced he could net an alligator as a sidekick. 

You were ripped out of your thoughts by the truck dipping into a deep pothole. 

“Shit, Adrian!” You moved a hand to your stomach, pressing to alleviate the queasiness that came with the sudden jolt. 

“Sorry. Sorry.” He looked at you, brows raised and teeth clenched, trying to read your anger. 

You reached a hand over to him, placing it on his forearm and squeezing, “It’s fine, I just—I think I need a break. Can we pull over at the next rest stop?” 

“Okay, I saw a sign that said the next one is coming up in about twenty-four miles, are you going to be okay until then?” His lips formed a pout as he watched you in obvious discomfort. 

You nodded, driving your head back into the headrest, trying to still yourself as much as possible. 

Those twenty-four miles dragged on longer than the previous 1,500, and you couldn’t bear to see the green plains fly by the window in a dizzying blur anymore. Watching the Washington landscapes you knew bleed into unfamiliar terrain and darting looks from strangers whenever you stopped. It was nauseating, so much time on the road, your thighs ached no matter how much you stretched them. 

This was a big thing, and all you could do was sit and let it happen, because the alternative was being without Adrian. That was out of the question. You had already been away from him too long, having come back to Evergreen the second you saw his face plastered over the news. Next to Christopher Smith, of all people. 

Not that you had anything real against him. Growing up under the white hood of his father, he was bound to be fucked up, but you knew he was a victim, too. The bruising on his body like a permanent tattoo that he shrugged off whenever you asked. It was always from taking on too many criminals at once, or jumping off of a roof, or training too hard. Adrian thought it was kickass, but you always looked at the man in front of you and just saw the sad teenager you’d often worried about as a kid. 

You fled your own family situation as soon as you could, leaving behind Evergreen the second your graduation cap came back down from the sky. College on the horizon, and Adrian in the rear window with his shoulders fallen, the most heart wrenching pout on his face.

And then there he was twelve years later—grown and handsome and different, but the smile on his face was still him. Still the Adrian you sat next to in English, who couldn’t understand satire. The Adrian who gave you his chocolate milk during lunch and brought you candy from the vending machine when your parents were late to pick you up. Eventually you stopped counting on them, but Adrian was always there to walk you home. 

You couldn’t describe the breathlessness you felt when you saw him again. Not like a gut punch, but like staying underwater too long. Vision blurring, blood pounding, clawing for the surface. 

One plane ride later, you were on his porch, breaking the surface of the water when he opened the door. He stared at you like you were a hologram, one of his hands tentatively reaching out and wrenching you into his arms once he knew you were flesh. 

Your luggage tipped over onto the floor, and you sobbed against his chest, fingers knotting in his shirt, breathing him in. 

He kissed you amidst cries, your face caked with tears and snot, and that was it. 

You didn’t regret getting out, didn’t regret all you achieved and did and felt, who you knew and who you loved. But you regretted leaving Adrian, that last look on his face burned into your brain whenever you thought of home. 

It would never happen again. 

So, here you were, in a rattling van with your lives packed up in the cargo space. 

“Hey, we're here.” Adrian had reached a hand out, placing it on your thigh to coax you out from the memories you’d retreated into. 

You opened your eyes, catching the sun dip down into the sky, the last hues of orange and red gradating into pinks, purples, and blues. 

Adrian had already hopped out of the truck and jogged over to your side, opening your door and reaching a hand up to help you down. Taking it, you stepped out of the vehicle and Adrian steadied you, his arms on either side, eyes fixed on yours. 

“Stay here.” He said, darting off to the restrooms and disappearing behind a brick wall. 

You took stock of the area, empty save for a couple semis that were off in the distance, their lights off and windows blacked out. The drivers were probably sleeping, and if they weren’t, the trucks were far enough that you’d be able to see anyone before they made it to you. Sure, you weren’t a trained vigilante, but you weren’t helpless. 

Walking around to the back of the truck, you popped open the door and hopped onto the edge of the cargo bed. The distinct pattern of Adrian’s footsteps grew closer, and you kicked your legs back and forth, waiting for him. 

“Hey, you didn’t stay there.” He hopped up next to you, offering the candy he held. 

“Sorry, just needed to sit, and I didn’t feel like getting back in the cab.” You ripped open the wrapper, taking a small bite from the bar. 

“Okay.” He scooted closer, sliding a hand up your back and rubbing circles. “You know, you never get nauseous on car rides.” 

“I know.” You shrunk in on yourself, hunching and taking another bite. 

“You’re not sick or anything, right?” 

“No, Adrian, I’m not sick. I’m just—I guess I’m nervous.” 

He cocked his head, frowning, “Nervous about what?” 

“Really? We’re moving to a whole new fucking state. And not even by choice. Fucking Waller, punishing all of you without ever going into the fucking field herself. She’s a damn hypocrite, and now we have to pay the price for her ambitions. I’m not even part of the team! I didn’t want this!” The words cut through you before you could give them a second thought. You were afraid the nausea from the car would make you sick, but instead of all the road trip food, you spewed words that you realized—a second too late—would hurt Adrian. 

His hand on your back paused before he withdrew it, both of them now between his lap, gripping the cold metal edge of the truck bed.

“I didn’t know you felt like that.” 

You turned to face him, pulling a leg up onto the truck, ankle tucked under your other knee. You moved to place a hand on his back before stopping in your tracks and withdrawing when you saw him flinch away from the contact. 

“Adrian I—”

“I can um…I’ll buy you a plane ticket back to Washington, if you want. Or you can drive the truck back. Some of this stuff is yours. Or you can take the Sebring, Waller said it’s in storage in Florida already. I know that’s another thousand miles of driving but—”

“Adrian, stop, stop.” You scooted closer to him, placing a hand on his knee. “I’m sorry. I don’t want any of that.” 

“Okay. What do you want?” 

He wagered a look at you, trying to understand. 

“I just want to be with you. I’m scared, and I don’t know what our life is going to be like. If the rest of it will be at the whim of Amanda Waller, if you and I will ever get to find our own place, or, our own home. I didn’t mean that I didn’t want you. I just meant—” You paused, moving a hand to comb through Adrian’s hair, “I wish this was something we were choosing together. Not something that was chosen for us.” 

He nodded against your hand, leaning into the touch. 

“I’m happy you’re with me.” Adrian said, “And I’m sorry.” 

You moved as close to him as you could, “Adrian, you have nothing to apologize for. You’re trying to make the world a better place.” 

One of his hands left the metal bed and rested atop the hand that was in his hair, guiding it to his lips so he could kiss your palm. 

“I love you, Adrian, and I’m sorry for ever leaving you. I said it would never happen again and I meant it. I’ll tell you for the rest of our lives.” 

You pulled his body into a hug, one arm wrapping around his neck and the other around his waist as he leaned sideways into the embrace. He held onto your forearm with both hands, burying his face into the crook of your elbow, lips pressing along your sleeved arm. 

When he turned to face you, his eyes were glistening, not quite threatening to spill tears but still betraying his emotionless facade. You kissed the corners of them, freckling his face with your lips until you tasted salt. 

Adrian had started crying, but he remained silent. No heaving chest, nor sobbing breaths. The tears just slid down his cheeks, and you held him to you, each drop cracking open your chest, drying your lungs with the salt until your breaths were shriveling, choked, and you’d started crying too. 

The two of you sat there holding each other, cloaked in the last remnants of sunset, backed by the short adult life you’d lived together thus far. Well-worn furniture and stacked boxes, delineated with Adrian’s scribbles. You mourned for the years without him, longed for a future that didn’t hinge on Amanda Waller, and sat in the moment, trying to accept that this was your life now. You didn’t choose it, but you chose Adrian, and the life that came with him. 

He pulled away from you, and the tears glistened off his skin, “I love you.” He said, hands moving to wipe the tears from your face. 

“I love you.” You replied, having to whisper so the words wouldn’t get stuck in your throat. 

Adrian slid a hand behind your neck, turning his body all the way to face you, and held you there. His eyes were still wet with tears, and they scanned your face, darting from your eyes to your mouth to your cheeks. You were flush with shame as he looked at you, the muscles under your skin turning to magma as he stared. He was studying you, watching the way your throat constricted as you swallowed the lump in your throat, the way you couldn’t meet his eyes for more than a second. 

You sat in this moment, leaving the next one in his hands. 

When he finally brought you in for a kiss it wasn’t sad, slow, or careful.

He drove his lips into yours, teeth clattering together, hand tight on your neck. You felt his desperation, the way his free hand clawed at your shirt, scrunching as much fabric as he could underneath his palm, fingertips digging into your skin as the cloth grew taut. This was more you letting him kiss you than something you were engaging in together, his lips desperate and biting. Every movement read like ownership, like you couldn’t leave if you tried, like his kisses would drag you back if you could escape his grasp. 

“You’re mine” He spoke against your mouth and pulled you back by the neck, “Please, tell me you’re mine.” 

You tried putting your hands on either side of his face, but Adrian caught one of your wrists and held it tight, imploring you with his eyes to just do as he says, tell him what he wants as long as it’s the truth. Don’t lie to him and please, God, don’t leave him. The tension in his body was tangible in the marks his fingertips made on your skin, the way his hand held the column of your neck. 

“I’m yours, Adrian.” You tried your best to wrench from his grasp, and he let loose, allowing you to press your forehead against his. Whispering in the space between your mouths, you watched Adrian’s eyes flutter with every word. 

“Only yours. Yours, yours, yours.” Repeated like a prayer, you didn’t stop talking until the word was gibberish, until Adrian shut you up himself with more kisses. 

You brought your free hand over to where Adrian was still holding your wrist between your bodies, and he wrapped his fingers around your unmarked skin. The stinging indents he’d made faded with every second your lips were together. 

“Tell me you’re not going to leave me again.” 

Adrian pressed kisses to the corner of your mouth and along your jawline before darting to the slope of your neck, nipping at the skin with sharp, short bites. It sent a shiver through your body, and you’d taken a beat too long, swept up in the feeling of Adrian’s lips on you. He bit into your skin a little harder, and you cried out. 

“Never. Never, I promise. I should’ve—I should’ve never left you. You coulda—ah—coulda come with me. I should’ve off—offered. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” The words were stuttered, broken as Adrian pushed you down with his body onto the cold bed of the truck, raising your wrists above your head. 

“Good. Good girl. Sweet girl. My sweet girl.” He spoke in between kisses, his free hand sliding under your shirt to hold your waist. “Don’t move.” 

You did as you were told, watching Adrian rifle through the drawer of the desk closest to you. He pulled out a roll of brown shipping tape, and kneeled over to you, straddling your waist. 

Adrian pulled down your shirt sleeves, ripping off a strip of the tape to wrap over the fabric, your wrists tight together in front of you. He turned to put the tape back, and you took the opportunity to sling your arms around his neck, bringing him back down into a kiss. Caught off guard by the move, he melted into the kiss for a few brief seconds before ducking out of your grasp and grabbing your wrists again, bringing them to the front of his jeans. 

You ran your palm against the fabric best you could, feeling Adrian’s bulge underneath the denim before fumbling to get them open and grab his dick. 

His eyes loomed on you, still straddling your waist as he took your hands off him, lifting them above your head and onto a hook attachment along the door frame of the truck. While you stared at him in awe, he reached a hand down to the waistband of his boxer briefs, sliding down the fabric to release his cock. 

Adrian leaned down and hovered above your lips; you felt his erection pressing into your stomach. 

“Do you think anyone else has gotten me this hard?” 

You strained underneath him, pulling your wrists each time you felt his cock twitch against you. Though you shook your head no, Adrian stayed above your lips, backing away every time you arched up to try and kiss him. 

“Tell me, please.” 

“No. No, nobody’s ever gotten you that hard. Nobody else ever will.” 

He smiled and kissed you, sitting back up and fixing a hand on his dick. 

“That’s my girl.” 

His eyes fluttered closed when he started pumping his cock, the skin red and hot and flushing white as he squeezed. He slid a hand up your shirt, underneath your bra to grab one of your tits, wrenching the bra up above them once he got frustrated with the restraint of the band on his wrist. 

How ironic. You thought, smiling to yourself as you pulled against your own restraints. 

The sight of him on top of you, getting himself off while you writhed underneath him, was both too much to bear and something you never wanted to stop. He looked beautiful like this, spurred on by reassurances you gave him, taking care of himself, using you. 

While you laid there watching him, everything else didn’t matter. Amanda Waller could go fuck herself; you’d take Adrian to Disneyworld and the beach and make him pancakes in a sunlit kitchen. You’d sit next to him as he slept off a fight gone wrong, watch his breaths just as you were now, make sure the air survived his lungs, all rattling blood and slow healing. Your life together would be yours no matter where Waller dragged you. Everywhere was home as long as it was the two of you. 

You were each other’s, and when there’s a love like that, it’s the world that has to answer to you. Not the other way around. 

Adrian was back against your mouth, his hands on your hips, grinding down into your stomach. 

“Please, Adrian. I need you. Please.” You begged, wrestling with the restraints and bucking your hips up into him, every nerve in your body needing to be covered by him. 

He slid along your body, undoing your jeans and pulling them down just enough to expose your cunt, warm mouth darting between your legs before the cold could touch you. He slid his tongue between you, tasting the arousal he’d drawn, every flick of his tongue against your clit driving you deeper into your neediness. 

That’s what he wanted from you, what he needed from you. Every twitch and pulse from between your legs added to the validation he craved. 

When he started pressing kisses up your body, they were punctuated by laughter he couldn’t help. 

“Why are you laughing?” You strained, still, breathing out the words as he kissed the pit of your neck. 

Adrian hovered over you again, rocking back and forth so his cock was sliding between your lips, expanding the white hot light that lived in your brain right now. 

“I fuck you better than anyone you’ve ever fucked.” 

He pressed into you in that moment, several gasps cascading over one another from between his lips. 

You nodded your head, the pressure of his cock mounting as he pushed all the way in, slow and deep, before pulling out. Each thrust filling you up as you wrenched your wrists harder and harder, needing your hands on his body. 

Adrian’s eyes flicked up to your wrists, and back down to your face, a smile on his lips that only disappeared when he could no longer hold back the moan in his throat. He didn’t oblige, and his whines just shot spirals of desperation into your stomach as he tried to speak.

“T—tell me. Please.” 

You struggled to put words together, each attempt cut off by the feeling of his cock inside you, by the absence of his body underneath your hands, the distance between your lips. 

“N—nobody fucks me like yo—u.” 

Adrian let the full weight of his body drop onto yours, one hand underneath your head, matting in your hair, the other under the arch of your back, holding you up as he fucked into you faster and sloppier, all the tension and stress and sadness culminating into an Adrian who was struggling to keep himself together.

The bursting light in your head grew hotter as sweat slicked up your torso, beads of sweat saturating Adrian’s shirt until it was sticking between you, affixing your bodies. 

“I can’t—I—” Adrian was stuttering out words, guttural syllables trapped in his throat, and you knew he was coming to his end. It was quicker than either of you were used to, but the stickiness of the air and the fullness of your hearts led you both to your climax in little time. 

You felt a hard lump in your throat as Adrian came, muttering your name and “I love you” over and over, his body quaking atop you, still fucking you in a jagged, broken rhythm. 

That lump turned into a choked moan as Adrian kept thrusting into you, bringing a hand between your bodies to slide against your clit, thumb circling until the white hot light burst and you were shaking underneath him, red static gripping your body as you yanked at the restraint. 

Adrian relented as your body cooled, unhooking your hands and bringing them to his mouth to rip the tape with his teeth, careful as he peeled it off in case your sleeve had shifted at all. 

“I’m all yours, Adrian. I love you.” You watched him stick the tape to a desk. 

He pressed a kiss to each of your palms before leaning down to kiss you, whispering against your lips, “I’m yours, too. And I love you.” His hands let yours go so he could fix your bra and shirt, pulling his own over his head to clean you up with and help you get the jeans back on. 

Adrian adjusted his own jeans, tossing the shirt in the open drawer where he’d gotten the tape. He laid down next to you on the truck bed, curling an arm underneath you as you rolled to lay on his chest. 

There was a lot unsaid in those quiet moments, fears and anxieties that tomorrow could deal with. Forever was a daunting promise no matter how much love was staked. You’d sooner sell the ivory in your bones than break your promise to Adrian, but you knew and he knew that if you’d done it once, you could do it again. He’d accepted it, earlier, and the look on his face was just an aged version of that boyish pout you’d see in your rearview mirror. 

You held tighter to Adrian, the ache in your chest softened by his hands holding you tighter. 

All you had to do for the rest of your life was come back, and with how much Adrian felt like home, that was the easiest feat in the world. No matter how your nerves shuddered and pulled at you, telling you to run and escape and survive. 

Adrian wasn’t someone you survived; for once in your life, he was someone who reminded you why you were alive. 

The two of you breathed in the hot night air, eyeing the semi-trucks. 

“You think they saw anything?” You said, tilting your head to look at Adrian. 

“Nah, but if they did, don’t worry, I’ll kill them.”

You smacked him on the chest, and he laughed, “Hey. It’s illegal to be a peeping Tom.” 

“Yeah, so is public sex, smartass.” 

He squeezed you to him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“I’m gonna die with you one day anyway, that’s good enough for me.” 

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Ex’s and O’s | K.Bakugou

» Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader.

» Word count: 6.7K

» Genre: hurt/comfort, Smut MDNI, Prohero!au

» Summary: Its bad enough that you’re spending your ex-boyfriend’s birthday curled up in bed, wearing his merch, drinking away your sorrows, but what’s even worse is having your eardrums pierced by the blaring music upstairs at the party thrown just for him.

» Warning(s):  Smut 18+ MDNI please, hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol, dubcon since reader is under the influence while getting dicked down, drunk sex, oral sex and fingering (female receiving, we getting fed tonight), one pussy slap lol, manipulation, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

» Author’s notes: Hello! aaaah I’m actually pretty excited about posting this fic! First of all, its Bakuhoe’s birthday! and what better way to honor it than to feed you all some good ol angst sprinkled in with some good dickin’ down. Its been years since I’ve written smut and I’m actually really fuckin proud of it, yet real nervous but I hope you enjoy! Secondly, this fic is a part of Bakugous Birthday Bash! I’m so excited to read everyone’s work, thank you everyone for holding this event and allowing my ass participate to create this with you all ♡ be sure to read everyone’s contributions, I know it’ll be more than amazing since everyone worked so hard!

Happy Birthday to our favorite King Explosion Murder♡♡

Lastly, I wanna thank everyone for their support and helping me reach 200 followers already! You guys are the cutest thing ever and I promise I’ll update more frequent the minute I’m out of uni late june fml, thank you @tteokdoroki for giggling with me when i wrote cock for the first time lol

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Rolling out of bed and flailing onto the floor as a start of your day ensures you that the following 24 hours will ultimately suck ass. Getting up and readying yourself for the day by looking through one of your cardboard boxes for your favorite Dynamight hoodie, the back of your mind keeps nagging you, trying to remind you of something buried deep in your subconsciousness, and you have half a heart to try and remember, because for some odd reason, you feel so fucking weary, as if the few steps from your bed to your bathroom are somehow now endless miles, almost making you breathe out in relief after finally reaching it.

And as you are making your coffee, that odd feeling keeps annoying you again, prodding at your brain to remember something, something. And ultimately, that's when your eyes fall to the counter. You knew this day was coming and you were dreading it for months, so as you look at the calendar on your kitchen counter, you frown, the quote of the day you always love reading so much long forgotten when your eyes fall on the date. 

“You’ve gotta be kiddin' me.” You mumble at the calendar on your counter hatefully with furrowed eyebrows, as if it would either reply or change its date, it doesn’t do either, and your lips curl downwards even further. As in immediate response, you pick up your phone, your coffee pot tossed aside as you dial the number of the only person you could think might help you right now.

“G’morning y/n -” you hear Kendo’s voice through your phone, and you honestly want to sob right then and there, but you hold yourself, barely and speak over her overly cheery voice first thing in the goddamn morning. “It's Kats- Bakugou’s birthday” you whimper at the slip up, being so used to the first name basis you were in with your now ex-boyfriend.

“Yeah, was kinda hoping you would’ve forgotten.” She sighs, tugging at her bangs and pulling back her phone to check the time. “Tell you what, I get off work in an hour, then I’m spending the day with you. I’ll get tequila, I know you love your shots.” 

“Ken, it's like 10 right now..” you can’t help but pout, having alcohol in your system as an escape to help you forget about the entire day still sounding better than the urge to cry and crawl into a hole, even if it's at the start of your day. “Y'know what? Get those gummy worms I like too.” “Bet.” you hang up with a sigh, moving back to the kitchen to sift through your bubble wrapped kitchen utensils, barely forcing yourself to prepare breakfast as to not have your liquor on an empty stomach.

You loathe the fact that you remembered his birthday, always reminded of him no matter how long ago since you’ve last seen him, being the center of the media’s attention for years as the number 6 hero in japan has its perks, well, in his case, but to you? Nothing but trouble and heartache as every channel you flip through plasters his face, whether it be about some big rescue mission he partook in or a new rumor about a potential lover to the explosive hero, followed by him almost attacking a reporter, yelling to them about ‘needing to mind yer goddamn business and keep my fuckin’ name outta your mouths’. Therefore, you opted long ago to stay away from the TV to avoid seeing him, his captivating rubies for eyes, covered by that goddamn mask you like to push up to his forehead, sweeping his bangs away and exposing his sweaty forehead that he bumps against yours as he makes love to you, still in his hero costume, all battered and dusty and so incredibly hot you have to- 

You grip your coffee mug tighter, almost to the point of breaking the handle off of it, placing it rather roughly onto the table before pushing your food away, appetite gone with the thought of whatever paradise you were thinking you were in before now long gone and never coming back, all because of you, of your action, of your mistake.

Kendo walks in with a bright smile on her face, as if her overly cheerful attitude will balance out the void you’re slowly but surely falling in. She shakes the bag of snacks in your face as you blink your eyes back into focus. Dragging your heavy feet across the floor to get to your kitchen to retrieve the shot glasses. Only kissing her cheek in thanks when you snatch away whatever it is she brought with her to lift your mood.

She eyes the boxes by your kitchen, the four placed haphazardly in your living room and the one you're using as a stool while filling your shot glasses, tongue sticking out to try and fill each one to the brim without spilling any on the new coffee table that she failed to notice before is still wrapped in bubble wrap that prevent any damage during the moving process.

“y/n…” you hum in response, a frown falling on your lips as the third glass spills a bit and the liquid pools on the plastic.

“Don't you think that you should’ve probably unpacked a while ago? Hasn't it been, what, five months?” 

“I didn't know you were gonna come here to harass me about my life choices, Kendo”

She flinches away, your tone venomous, almost feeling it as a slap to her face, before leaning in when she sees your eyes start to water.

“If I did, that just means it's true… that just means it happened, and I did the stupidest thing- you know what,” you wipe the few tears that managed to escape away with the sleeve of your sweater, looking down at the shots in front of you. “It, it doesn't matter anymore just- can I just drink and try to forget about how my life has gotten nothing but fucking worse since the day I left him?”

You questioned your worth that one time, that one time all those months ago. Thinking that by doing what you did and leaving, he’d drop everything and run behind you, chase after you and win you back, but he didn't, and as you sit surrounded by the evidence of how much of a failure you find out you are without him, you regret ever questioning it, ever questioning him. Because to you, living in denial was so much better than whatever hell this is.

So all you could think of is to just drown yourself in alcohol until your mind is too numb to think of the possibilities of how you could have avoided this, how you could’ve been a less of shitty person, and stop imagining how your life would be now if you just swallowed all your insecurities and just stayed. Despite the neglect, despite not being prioritized, because in some weird twisted way, those lies held you with warmth that you were never able to find after uncovering the ugly truth you’re living in right now. 

You lay on your living room floor, the alcohol swirling in your system and clouding your vision as you trace imaginary shapes in your ceiling, the voice of Kendo muffled as she rambles on and on about her day, the amount of outlaws she bitch slapped - a term she uses to get a laugh from you - and how she considers herself the unluckiest being in the whole world for having Monoma as a partner of all people, seriously contemplating who she should beat up first between him and the villains.

“Must be nice,” you voice, low and slow, scared of how Kendo would react to what you’re about to say, yet your intoxicated self unable to stop your mouth from uttering the words. “To have a purpose in life, to not be quirkless and lost like us.” your face twists in an ugly scowl at your ceiling, but mostly to yourself for putting a downer on whatever mood your friend is trying so hard to build, proven by the hitch of her breath before she enters your peripheral vision when she leans over you, all upside down and pouty.

“What’re you talki-” the shrill ringtone of her phone breaks you away from each other as she leaps to fetch it and silence the god forsaken thing by answering the call. “Battle Fist here, yes sir, I was partnered up with Phantom Thief for the patrol at area B, n-no sir I wasn’t informed.” Kendo breaths out in irritation, pinching the bridge of her nose as she starts tapping her feet aggressively on the floor, eyes falling onto yours when you look up at her all weary and sad, knowing what she would tell you once she hangs up. “That dumbass is gonna be the end of me I swear.” She crouches down to your level and kisses your forehead, promising to be back in the morning with hangover food, before she leaves and locks the door behind her. 

Now you’re left all alone, back aching from laying on the hardwood floor and eyes watering as you feel your loneliness eating you up inside, the god awful music thumbing loudly in your ears followed by the cheer of people as you-

Music?

You sit up abruptly, groaning at the dizziness of the swift movement as your hands fly to cover your ears, a failed attempt of ensuring your brain doesn’t begin to spill out from them, because of the loud voices, the bass shaking your entire fucking apartment by how strong it is, and you curse yourself for falling for the scheme the landlord pulled you in, paying half of the rent everyone did, just because you lived right below the penthouse that hosted the loudest parties in the area, 4 days out of the fucking week. 

The money hungry shameless bastard praised the apartment the minute it spiked your interest all those months ago, selling it so well you actually moved in the next week, anything to stop feeling like a burden to Kendo as you couch-surfed her apartment. Only to realize within that first week from your downstairs neighbors that he rents the penthouse to host parties of all sorts, and due to its location in the city, it was pretty popular, yet you didn’t have the money to move out again, nor the heart to concern your friend with your problems, as she was a hero with other responsibilities aside from taking care of your hopeless self.

So you get up, barely gathering yourself onto that elevator to tell off whoever the fuck will answer the door first to turn the music down. You pound the door with your fist repeatedly the minute you reach it, the door opening so suddenly you almost punch the man standing in front of you in the chest, the cool air created from the door cooling your warm cheeks as you squint at your victim for the day.

“Welcome!”

“Listen here, you buttfaced moron” you start to chew the person’s ear out, your sight blurring yet still able to notice how bright his hair is, how fiery and familiar it looks, and you’re certain you’ve seen it somewhere before. “I’m trying to drink away my regrettable life choices and cry over my ex-boyfriend, so if you would just turn down the-”

“y/n?” oh, that’s where. Your stomach drops as Kirishima looks down on you, the bright smile he flashed to whoever he was welcoming now dropped with his eyes almost bulging out at your presence, you both stand in silence, the boy unbuttoning the collar that suddenly feels like it has a chokehold on him while you cross your arms and hope the floor would swallow you a floor down back into the comfort of your home.

Kirishima basically is shutting down the second his eyes lay on you, breaking a sweat as your eyes never waver, despite how you fail to stay standing straight, what was he supposed to say? ‘Hey we’re throwing a birthday party for your ex-boyfriend because he's been feeling depressed from the day you dumped his ass’ ? No!  He wouldn’t do that to his friend, but what was he gonna say now?

Well, he didn’t have to really think about what to say to you, because his other friend didn’t hesitate to push him forward, slurring something along the lines of ‘lettin the hot ladies in so they can take a look at the prettier blond, aka moi’. In his moment of panic, the redhead stumbles forward, his cup slipping from the tips of his fingers and meeting its doom by the floor, whatever was filling it now staining your pants as you both look at the mess between you.

“Woah bro, we said you gotta get’er wet but not- '' Denki's cackle stops him from continuing whatever filth he was gonna spew out - thankfully - before his eyes drop down to your chest, or more like what was covering it. “Hey! You a Dynamight fan? Hey Bakuhoe, comere for a sec.” 

Dear God, move, for the love of all that's pure in this god forsaken world, move! Run!

All you could do is shake and breathe in short segments as your widened eyes meet his unamused ones, the garnets in his eyes glistening at your sight, he stands straight and so tall, suited up in his usual attire. Dressed for the occasion, words aren't able to describe his beauty. You try not to let your brain be dazzled by how incredibly handsome he looks. He is wearing a dress shirt, in the deep color of wine that complements his eyes, dress pants hugging his long legs, not to mention the open collar, and no tie. He looks like a long, lean Lothario. 

At that your eyes drop down to the floor, specifically the now stained carpet, your hands wrenching the end of your hoodie to distract yourself from the piercing rubies that haunts your dreams.

You build up some courage, enough of it to lift your head to continue what you came here to do, so you open your mouth, and drop a few IQs while you’re at it. “The m-music is loud and m’tryin’ to sleep,'' you mumble, noting how Kirishima leans down to make up the words you are saying over the sound of the blaring music while Bakugou narrows his eyes at you as if disregarding his sight will make him hear you better. “So, if you could turn down the heat, that’d be,” 

“You squiffed?” The blond grunts, leaning his face close to yours to inspect it, and he catches a whiff of alcohol in your breath, his eyebrows furrowing at your response. “No I'm not squinting-” 

“Yeah you’re drunk alright,” he huffs at your less than intelligent reply, pushing his glass of whiskey - you figure since it's always been his drink of choice - against Kirishima’s chest, telling him to lower the fucking volume and grabs you by your bicep. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.” you stumble at the force used against you, no matter how weak it actually is, before you barely straighten yourself to push his hand away. “I can walk down all by myself, thank you.” Of course you’d expose where you live, you dumbass.

He doesn’t question your integrity, just continues to basically drag you to the elevator before pushing your apartment door open when you choose your floor, irked to find your misplaced trust in the people of the complex by not locking your door after leaving. He barges into your bedroom and tells you to change out of your fucked up pants and proceeds to saunter to your kitchen to get you water, eyeing the boxes that he comes across during that small trip.

He stands awkwardly by the door when he sees you standing in the middle of the bedroom, sifting through countless moving boxes with your pants on the floor, thrown next to a pile of clothes that he can only assume that its supposed to be your laundry ‘basket’, until you opt against wearing any since you can't seem to find anything to replace them. And when he asks you if you just moved in, his expression sours when you shake your head no and explain to him that you’ve been living for months in this space, after chugging that cup of water like you’ve been parched for days.

“Birthday party?” You ask out of the blue as you play with the strings of your hoodie, your ears perking up at the confirmation hum you receive. “Hmm, thas’cool… I-I guess.” 

Bakugou’s impassive as he gently pushes you onto your bed, eyes meeting yours as he covers you up with your blanket. “Get some rest, I’m leaving.” He said, slowly stalking away from you and barely reaching your door as your big mouth talks on its own. Your body sitting up and facing his retreating back.

“That's what you always do, you always leave”, you utter and you see him stiffen his shoulders before he spins to face you, so fast you almost want to check up on him about getting a whiplash.

“Hah?” it's one syllable, but it shakes your very core, that one sound making you almost shake, overwhelmed by the amount of emotions, the amount of pain that one sound has. He steps closer to your bed, the stomps of his feet sounding like gun shots in your ear, and you pathetically lift up the blanket to cover yourself up, cowering behind it like it's some pseudo shield that might protect you from him.

“I’m the one that leaves?” he growls at you, his eyes sizing you up when you react to his forceful approach, leaning back to look down on you, but his lips are still curled in a frown, he tries to hold himself from blowing up at you, his feelings oddly enough still raw in his chest the moment he lay eyes on you the first time since you left, threw him away and walked away, probably finding someone better, probably finding someone who you tolerated, unlike himself, but when he sees you straighten up your back to rebuttal him, an automatic response to whenever he raised his voice at you from all those years ago, he knows he is in for a fight. 

He snarls when you nod at him, your eyes hard and glaring up at him, not knowing that your silence is by your better judgement since you don't trust your voice, knowing it’ll fail you, probably crack and show him how much he actually is affecting you by his closed off posture and demeaning look down at your frame.

“Real fuckin’ rich of ya, y/n.” He snaps back, his hands brought up to his hair, tugging at it. “As if you didn’t pack your shit,” he kicks at yet another cardboard box fucking spewed in your room, noting its heavy weight when it didn't move but an inch by his action. “Dropped your keys by the fuckin’ door,” as an emphasis, he throws your apartment key at you, making sure it doesn’t actually hit you, but falls onto your lap. “And left. Without a single fuckin’ word, like I'm some lowlife who didn't deserve an explanation, like I didn't deserve anything! And-” that hurt, goddamn it. 

Exhaling deeply, he focuses on how your eyes look a little less glossed over, a little more sober, but holding fear, and he almost steps back and out when he looks at how you’re fighting tears, almost wanting to bust his own kneecaps than to see you like this, always wanting nothing for you but to be happy, to never upset about anything no matter how small it might be.

Then why did you leave him? Left him to drown by his lonesome self, waves of his insecurities and sorrow crashing into him, pulling him even further down to his inevitable doom.

Despite the fact that you both yearn for each other, long to feel one another, engulf yourselves in the others presence. You both stand your ground, eyes glaring despite the emotions hidden behind them, mouths shut and curled into ugly scowls regardless of the words you wish to speak to each other, whispers of promises into each other's ears about being together forever, in spite of not knowing what the future holds.

Bakugou breathes out again, recalling all those months worth of coping mechanisms to exercise when placed in anger inducing situations like this one, the time in therapy spent to better himself, to control himself, to be the best version of himself, for you, hoping that one day you’ll pity him enough to want to come back, knowing full well he would never hold a grudge against you and welcome you back with open arms, intending to never repeat whatever it is he did that made you think of him as so unbearable you couldn't spent another day with him.

You on the other hand, are barely holding in the tears, wanting him to just leave your sight, so you can go back to the world of denial where he didn't look like straight out of a magazine, looking as captivating as always, as if your absence did not have an effect on the hero, of course it wouldn't, why would a quirkless extra have an effect on the great Katsuki Bakugou, that's what he used to call them, right?

“Just leave, Bakugou-” his ears pick up the way your voice breaks at his name, the way you utter it sounds so horrendous, because you aren’t meant to call him Bakugou, you’re meant to call him Katsuki, Katsu, Suki, your Suki. Not- “I hate you.”

The room suddenly spirals. The floor panels misalign themselves into zigzags. Bakugo’s eyes shatter like a glass window. He tries to hold himself against the tears that threaten to fall, stomach wrenching as if reaching from inside of his body, but it’s useless. He brings his hand up close to his chest and sinks his head, letting the words overtake him.

Oblivious to his internal struggle, you pile whatever courage you have left in another attempt to ask him to leave, aware that your body wouldn’t aid you in pushing him away physically, you open your mouth, only to gasp after a moment of silence when he pounces on you and grabs you by the neck, sliding a hand behind your head and leaning your face impossibly closer to his “you fuckin’ hate me? show me you hate me then,”

Then he's pressing his lips against yours, your half foggy mind all too surprised by the flow of motion you can only try to keep up with his feverish kisses, you try to pull away, to push him away, to no avail, Bakugou only stopping his assault on your lips to growl at them again “Show me then, hah?” 

But he wouldn't even let you, his grasp on your neck loosening to circle around your back to push you to him even more. His kisses get more and more aggressive, trying his best to show you how much he was hurt by what you said, by what you did, after all this time, almost begging you to not let him have to voice out whatever he’s feeling because he would do so much of a worse job than he is doing now.

The hands you placed on his chest in a failed attempt to push him away are now just placed over his pecs, welcoming their warmth and the way they flex under your touch, your right hand clenching over where his thumping heart is, and he almost sighs in relief, the movement feeling like it holds together all the broken pieces of his heart to make it whole again.

Almost like that gesture calmed him down, Bakugou’s rough touches start to soften, very caring as they glide to your hips before sliding underneath your - oh my God it's your special edition Dynamight hoodie! His amused chuckle tickles your lips as he pulls away when he feels you stiffen at the realization, barely letting you breathe in ease until he places his lips against your ear. “Love how m’still the only one sprawled over yer tits.”

“But I still want the real thing, lemme see ‘em, hm?” And just before throwing a dumb retort and embarrasing yourself even further, the article is tugged eagerly off of your body and thrown haphazardly on the floor. Earning yourself a low whistle when he realises you’re wearing nothing underneath. Bakugou all but shoves you onto the bed, spreading your legs when you try to rub them against each other for any friction, wedging his body neatly between them as his teeth gently bite your soft buds, pulling them slightly before captivating the nipple entirely.

His tongue flicks against your hardening nipple while keeping a watchful eye at the sinful expressions your face makes, his one hand toying with and twisting the other nipple while the other slides down to tease your needy cunt, pressing his fingers against your -fucking soaked- panties, swearing under his breath at the feeling of your walls trying to clench around his fingers just from that one movement. Sitting on his haunches, he lifts your hips with ease to pull your panties right off, eyes travelling between your heaving chest and your exposed pussy. Before lowering himself and finding comfort in biting and sucking your nipples again.

Bakugou’s smirk grows with your moans as his tongue dances over your sensitive nipples, he presses his finger against your walls, and you immediately keen at the prodding feeling that almost feels foreign after all this time apart. His thumb pushing your pussy lip to the side to see you suck his finger in like the good girl he knew you always were.

“Ba-ba-ba,” you struggle to talk, your drool collecting at your lips, stopping you from forming any words as you feel a breeze hit your spit covered tits, whining at the feeling and wanting him to pull your nipples in the warm cavern of his mouth again. Bakugou’s eyes focus on the spit line connecting his bottom lip to your nipple before disconnecting it to smash his lips against yours in an effort to shut your blabbering up.

“Ba-ba, what? y’better not be callin’ me Bakugou with my fingers deep in yer pussy baby, its Katsuki for you, yeah?” he taunts with a fake pout that immediately turns into a grin at the way you hold your pathetic sobs, pressing another finger in your tight cunt, reveling in the wet sounds your pussy makes as he thrusts his fingers in and out of it, soaking his fingers in your slick as he curls them, eager to hear the squelching sounds it would make when his cock is shoved deep inside you. “Or better yet, lemme hear you say Suki, hmm?”

“Suki- p-please, eat me out” you throw your head back and bring your hands down to play with your clit, showing him where you want his lips to be, as if the blond doesn't already know where it is, and he scoffs at the thought, slapping your hand away and giving another slap to your clit, earning a moan from you from the sharp pleasurable pain.

“Yea, yea I fuckin’ know already, needy slut,” he growls, keeping eye contact as he circles your clit with his tongue before sloppily eating out your cunt, making a mess of both drool and your arousal, mumbling “my needy slut.” to himself, and you do hear it, yet you brush it off with the thought that your lust must be messing with your brain.

Your chest still flutters at his words and your walls clench in on his fingers as he curls them again in a way you didn’t know would make you yelp like it did. He thrives off of how your body responses so easily to him, your back arching and the squelching getting louder as his fingers pick up speed, his tongue so skillful in drawing circles around your clit before sucking it again. A whine escapes you when he draws his head away from you, only for you to see the way his eyes darkens, his chin glistening from your arousal when it catches the light.

“Let go for me princess,” he whispers uncharacteristically, making you question if the glint in his eyes is from his desire for you or something else. “Lemme see you fall apart for me, alright?” the way he’s almost begging you to come undone for him takes you by surprise, and your body curls in on itself so fast, not realizing your orgasm was creeping up on you until it hits you. The knot in your stomach breaks as you gush around his fingers, white crossing your vision as he slows his pace to help you come down from your high. 

Your shuddering body lays on your bed, eyes unwavering as they meet Katsuki’s, his fingers stuffed in his mouth as he moans around them at your taste. It's all a blur after seeing that unravel, and you’re so woozy that you don’t register him discarding his clothes until he lays above you. Placing himself between your legs as he pumps his cock, hardened from seeing you fall apart on his tongue and fingers, his tip leaking precum and burning a bright red.

His movement is almost too quick for you as he dips his head into your leaking hole before pulling right back, a breathless chuckle escaping him when you whine and roll your hips and try to suck him in again, wanting to feel the stretch of him inside of you.

“Didja wanna say somethin’ princess?” he taunts you, one of his hands holding you down by your stomach while the other is wrapped around his length, teasing you in the ways that he knows drive you crazy, he leans in, using the tip of his cock to spread your pussy lips open and running it along your slit to coat it with your arousal.

“Katshu, p-please I-” you hiccup, your fists tightening on your bed sheet as you try to rock your hips up get more than just his leaking tip, but your begging is always interrupted when he isn't hearing what he wants you to say.

“Say you love me.”

You freeze at his demand, your widening eyes looking up at him before you pout your lips, not thinking about surrendering to him, no matter how much you want your cunt stuffed full of him right now.

“I don’love yooou-” you gasp as katsuki’s grip onto your waist tightens and you feel as he gives a thrust into your sopping cunt, arching your back at the burning stretch of being filled up by his thick cock. Katsuki’s hand traces down your left thigh before cupping behind your knee, hiking your leg up and out, close to your chest to expose more of yourself to him, wanting nothing more than to see his dick seething in and out of your tight pretty pussy, and by almost muscle memory, you did the same thing with your right leg, replacing his hands with your own, presenting yourself to him.

“Y’see that? Fuckin’ know you like the back of m’hand, y’think someones gonna- ah, take the fucking time to work you like I did?” he's right, absolutely right, he ruined you for any other potential lovers and he loved it with every fiber in his being, knowing this means you’re always going to be wrapped around his finger. You moan as he pushes more of himself into you, bottoming out and holding one of your tits and squeezing when he feels your walls do the same to his cock.

You hate it, after all this time, you’re still a blubbering mess the second he was one fucking inch deep in your pussy, sucking him in and clawing at his back begging for more. No self respect, no dignity, you hate it, how come after all this time he gets to come here and fuck you like you belong to him, like you’ve belonged to him despite everything that has happened.

You only realize that your eyes are closed when Katsuki’s breath hits your face, and you open them wide, noting how wet your lashes have gotten from your tears, only for him to kiss at the tears gliding along your right temple and licking the ones on your left. He breathes out a chuckle and when he leans to look at your eyes, the humor and menace you expect to see in his eyes are nowhere to be found, clouded by a solemn look instead.

“What? Yer cryin on me now, huh? Y’think a few tears are stoppin’ me?” His voice is masked so well, because he sounds like he was simply enjoying a game, like an imp that had branched from a demon. “C’mon, not gonna tell the birthday boy you love’em?”

“I don't love you, I hate you, h-hate you-” you keen as drool pools at your lips, your body betraying you as it shakes from pleasure, letting go of your legs to wrap them around his slim waist, to bring him in closer, if that was even possible, stopping his deep thrusts that were brushing up against your cervix, it feels pathetic, denying him the pleasure of telling him you love him while clinging onto him like he's your last breath of fresh air, because in a way, you feel like he is, like him leaving would just collapse your lungs and stop your heart from beating, you know that he’s gonna leave you. While your spent body would lay on your bed and you'd cry because you didn't tell him you love him, yet you wouldn’t ask him to stay, knowing deep down that you don't deserve it, you don't deserve him.

You feel his weight on top of you as he rests his elbows by your head, his lips brushing against your ear as he repeats again with every shallow thrust into your warm insides, his cock twitching from time to time in your walls. “You love me.” he says it once, twice, thrice. Every time his voice lowers more and more to a broken whisper, almost a plea instead of the cocky taunt he started off with.

Your legs are starting to ache from the grip they have around him, so you loosen up, your mind easy since his thrusts haven’t been rough nor painful. And when you do, you notice two things immediately, first, your thighs are so soaked from how he's making you feel, probably ruining your bedsheet at this point, second, he pushed his chest away from yours to look you directly in the eyes, one hand molding around your thigh to keep it from wrapping around him again while the other is placed on your stomach, his thumb inching closer and closer to your clit, wanting to toy with it, toy with you, but not ready to give you any satisfaction until you admit to him, please just tell him, that you do still love him. All insecurities, all battle scars, all emotional constipation as layers he covers himself with, that no one gives a fuck to peel off, to see who he really was, except you.

His red eyes lock onto yours as your chest heaves with breathless sobs at the lost of his warmth, and when you think he's lowering himself back down, he pulls out suddenly, sending a  shiver down your spine as you gasp, now feeling like you're frozen over, your tears coming from lack of both pleasure and warmth.

Suddenly your face is met with the pillow and you feel his hands on your hips as he lifts them up and off the bed, your half intoxicated, half aroused mind barely registering that you’ve been flipped over on your stomach until you feel his cock prodding at your cunt, easily sliding in like they’ve been made to be warmed up in there, when you know Katsuki would argue that your pussy was made just for him and to warm his dick.

He presses his chest against your back, pushing you onto the bed as he thrusts his hips roughly, pulling out fully before seething himself right back in, your moans and whimpers muffled by your pillow from being pushed down by his hand as his other holds your hips firmly. 

Then what happened next probably shocked him more than you, despite how delirious you’ve become due to his relentless thrusting, his dripping tears feel cool on your bare warm shoulder, one by one as his groans and moans turn into strangled sobs, before Katsuki digs his teeth into that shoulder, to both hear you scream and to muffle his cries from you. 

“because I love you” he sobs, detaching his teeth from their grip and kissing the bite marks before resting his forehead against it, but his thrusts never cease, getting sloppier, as if the confession is pushing him off the edge. Dragging the tip of his nose from your bitten and bleeding shoulder to the back of your ear, his own face flush and warm against you as he breathes harshly against your ear and kisses along it.

“So-” he moans again, the hand behind your neck now turning your face so he could see your fucked out expression, the tears streaming down your face and the drool that pools under your cheeks, with your tongue lolled out and your eyes barely focusing on his form.

“You better say you do too, becau-”

“I love you.” you gush, like saying it is a breath of fresh air, your eyes never leaving his teary ones, your gaze so intense and fixated on him with no regards to the way the snapping of his hips against yours is shaking your entire body against the bed. 

With new found vigor from your confession, Katsuki grabs onto the meat of your ass, hammering into you from behind with force that pushes you against the bed even further, your pulled hair jerking your head back so he can listen to the lewd noises you are making, long forgotten the will to cover your pleasure and hiding your moans.

Your ass heavily slaps against his thighs as he grabs your hips with both hands and pounds into your sopping wet cunt, relishing in the way you’re begging for him. “Y’like it when I fuck you baby, hmm? Like it when I stuff you so fuckin’ full of me?” He growls, feeling you push your ass back every time you repeat ‘yes’ to his questions. “Yes, yes love it, love you, please please don’t stop, please ‘Suki. Yes, gonna cum ‘Suki please” you weep, your head pounding from the grip he had on your hair and your eyes crossing as you feel his thrusts stutter, getting sloppier when you bounce your ass against him, his hand coming down and slapping it.

“That's fuckin’ right, cum on this cock, c’mon baby” he brings four of his fingers to rub your clit with urgency, and you can’t help but arch your back as your orgasm hits you again, screeching as you feel your walls tightening on him, squeezing him for what he’s worth. “F-fuck ah, y-you’re so- Fuck” his heavy weight falls on you as he fills you to the brim with his milky seed, forehead pressed against your shoulder as he rocks his hips against you, pushing more of his load inside before slowly pulling out, gaze flutters down to where your bodies were once joined, seeing your mixed arousal seeping out of your hole and he has half a mind to push it back in with his fingers.

But he flips you over effortlessly, the sight of your crossed out eyes and wet cheeks squeezing his chest at the realization he might’ve been too rough on you, so he wipes your cheek with the palm of his hands and revels in the way you lean towards him, turning your face to kiss his palm. “Say it again.” barely a whisper, as you flip his hand and kiss the back of it as well, and he almost repeats himself, thinking you didn’t hear him, but your hands reach up and cup his face, bringing him towards you. “I love you Katsuki” and goddamn if that wasn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever spoken. “Again,” “I love you, Katsuki” “Again,” you giggle, and he knows that's probably what angels sound like.

Your thumb brushes over his warm cheeks, red from showing vulnerability, and you pull him even closer, “Happy birthday, ‘Suki.”

“Yea,” He breaths out, his lips barely brushing against your bitten and bruised ones. “It really fuckin’ is.”

aaaaaaaaah! Hope you enjoyed it! Lemme know what you think of the smut, I also changed my writing style from past tenses to present tenses or tried to at least

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