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pinkandpurple360 · 4 months

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(wtf where are moms who kill* husbands why there are litterally so many characters who have dead moms...)

My friends don't give me enough reply on my HB rants so now you're my friend for hour lol

Btw i wanted to rant about it more lmao sorry. forgive me mother for not sending you ask about Striker™.

Actually this is a terrible writing right here. Honestly im not so much into shaming authors for writings things i don't like (like i don't like seeing bad writers getting bullied. No matter popular of not. I hate seeing shaming and harassment even for someone such popular as viv, since for me rethoric overlaps very much with how female, kids, and queer writers get treated.)

but this trope is so overpopular i just need to rant to someone.

I only liked it in ducktales 2017 because she is apparently alive and very akward mother, but interesting character still. :D

I also like. Hate it. Like... If you need mother-related-drama, why just get them killed off-screen and never write (and design) them at all, and show them, what they actually meant, like they're non-existen hallucinations in a dream.

If you just need to throw out mother from family, THERE ARE TONS of funnier/angstier/happy for her ways to do it. Like. Idk she can just divorce man and get happier life/family, with someone else. It would be more painful for character that their lovely, kind, supportive mom is alive, but is unreachable, and maybe even choosed not to be near kid (for any reason. Probably dad was at fault not letting her get her child back or whatever you want to write). She can become brutal assasin and gangster :D Or anything, really. Maybe she have a criminal job and it's better to left kid behind, or is a political activist who don't want their kid be threatened by violent tyrants. Heck maybe she is even IN family but pretends to be aunt or anything else. Maybe she just reverse-dad-runned-to-get-milk-uno-card and ran first :'D we like. Have all kinds of mothers.

BUT. i also don't see why you need to kill specifically mother and left her as unwritten character to fan's imagination and writing. Idk why not unalive father and give us conflicting gangster couple of lesbians for Moxxie parents.

If it's a queer show, why not have queer parents? Why go with nuclear monogamous family? Esp in hell where all queers "go to" lol. What about poly family. Just sinner orphans, who died due to illness, while their parents still alive? Idk what about single parents. What if cool aunt™ was soo cool kid decided to live with them for sharing their interests and just rejected parents lol. Artificial Birth can exist too in hell i think, since "playing in god" with science is also a sin. Also if it's a hell, why not write some species just intersex or nonhuman? They can have any other stupid form of reproduction (and even magical and horrorish, surreal, relating to sin maybe. Imagine people in gluttony have to vomit kid formed from overeating idk.), or family system model, that doesn't involve two parents as the most important in kid's life. Like lions. Idk. They can just form communities and then all care about kids, and dont treat them as "theirs", or have special professionals to care, like ants do.

characters relationships with moms can be not even a bit less interesting with mothers than with fathers (i kinda have all my characters have very messy and interesting relationships with them, and i left fathers completely unwritten lol like viv treats moms) and seeing mothers overpowering husbands or them being non-mattering in characters life at all (like, that the kid doesn't even mourn or sad about it, and care more about other people.) is funnier.

OKAY SO the fuck. Like EVEN SECONDARY characters apparently have their moms dead?? (yes agent one im looking at you).

I just noticed how it plain weird when i noticed it more. Like... We had moxxie, blitz, fizz (who is a complete orphan as i rember), barbie, and agent one in anonymous "momless" club. Add if i missed someone. Wtf? Andddd we didn't even saw their faces, we Didn't even saw them speaking... Idk, even if you want to give moxx dead mom, why not let her live, and then boom. And then moxxie gets so mad, and audience get so mad and cancels viv again.

It's just so... Damn unsatisfying. And then we have stella who is just depicted as pure evil. Dammit.

Also, im mad at choice to make agent one's mom dead for literally only very cliche joke. (i hope she will get back on earth to see him, but as demon. that'll be interesting since he works as demon-hunter lol)

why at all blitz should make MOM joke? It would be more unexpected in show that always throws mysoginystic slurs swears and jokes if it. Was about NOT females. Idk what about dog. Or father. Maybe even grandpa lmao. EVEN BARBER (or how men who do haircuts for other men called i dont rember) WOULD BE HILARIOUS OPTION. Imagine him going "MY BARBER IS DEAD!!" i would die from laugh.

Maybe even some religious symbol. There are SO many possible relatives and important things for character, but ppl always go with boring mom-jokes and boring mom-is-dead-counter-joke. Would be funny too if blitz saw him having some demon husbando/waifu pin somewhere and then going "lmao i sitted on a face of your fictional crush sorry" and THEN agent would have a whole cry about it.

I swear i don't like how viv treats female characters in her shows... And jokes with them. She just constantly throws very boring, mysoginystic, and generic swears at them without any punchline, instead of showing something interesting or funny about them. :( if i wanted to see slut-shaming i would just go straight to reddit. Idk if you want to show how your character insults sex-positive female char, why not make it idk more personal or unrelated? We, like, saw it thousands times. And lived with it even... Would be more fresh to see how characters are like "ok i cannot say a bad thing about woman doing what she wants." and they insult them for other reasons and hobbies. Tho it's so hard to not depict succubus/sexual character not only as 1-dimensional person who have other interests, isn't it... Idk... Sorry for rant lmao my brain fog is shit sorry if it's barely coherent and ty for reading it to end lmao

There’s some kind of inane Madonna whore complex in this show, the writers have the most backwards outdated misogynistic beliefs I’ve seen in years. For cryin out loud Viv thinks the biggest problem in society right now is that women are too mean to men.

Yeah what’s with Stolas insisting that they keep the monogamous heterosexual marriage going?? It’s so obvious that he was the one fighting against the idea of a divorce. Not Stella. She wanted out. He refused because he wanted Octavia to have a “normal” life. Even though he himself has traumatised her countless times. Then he cheats and decides he wants out. He decides when it’s time. What a control freak. Women become enraged when they don’t have control of their own lives, when men control their lives. And that’s exactly what we see with Stella.

It’s stupid that Crimson drowned “his wife” who doesn’t even have a fucking name but the random shark bodyguard does because that’s a perfect yaoi ship opportunity. None of the men are heterosexual and yknow what? That’s actually really stupid and not good representation at all. It’s just an AU where everyone is bisexual or gay. But nobody is lesbian.

All the moms are dead or just mean. Fucking lame.

#helluva boss critical #misogyny

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agaypanic · 13 days

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Back at it again with the gay Francis request 🫶

Can I get a Francis Wilkerson x male reader where he falls for a skater boy with anger issues? Maybe pre-military school??? Or they can just meet during military school whatever makes more sense. But like reader is just the classic early 2000s baggy pants, drinks mtn dew, video game addicted, but he's also very stubborn with a mean streak.

Reader just like "im going to punch you in the face if you keep talking to me-"

Francis: "-ok but THEN can we make out?"

Francis Wilkerson With an Angry Skater Boy Headcanons

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A/N: idk anything about skateboarding whoops, don’t let your friends pierce you unless they’re a professional

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You probably met before Francis was sent to military school

The two of you were either in the same friend group or ran in similar crowds

When Francis sees you for the first time, he’s probably thinking “wow, he’s hot”

He thinks he means it in an “i wanna be him” kind of way

Which is a bit true

But it’s more in an “i wanna be with him” way

Francis saw you first, sitting at a table with some of his friends and some other kids he didn’t know. You were playing with a wheel on your skateboard, spinning it absentmindedly while Richie talked about something no one else really cared about.

He sat down in the only available seat at the table, which was right across from you. He gave a half-hearted greeting to everyone, too busy glancing at you every few seconds to pay attention to anyone else.

Eventually, you felt his gaze. You looked up, seeing that he was already looking at you. Francis’ eyes widened in a panic, but he couldn’t help but look away. However, the slightly angry expression growing on your face made him wish he’d stop staring at you.

“What are you looking at?” you asked in a hiss, hands now gripping your skateboard and back straightening up. Francis tried to stammer out a response, but it was nothing coherent.

“Y/n, chill.” Richie laughed, looking at you with his usual half-lidded eyes. “Francis is cool, man, don’t worry.”

Francis nodded quickly, hoping that that along with Richie’s statement would cool you off a bit.

And it seemingly did. After giving the blonde a onceover, which felt more like a glare to him, you relaxed back into your slouched position.

Despite your somewhat coarse personality, Francis still wanted to hang out with you

He doesn’t know how he did it, but you start to warm up to him

By warming up, it mainly meant you not glaring at him every time he got near you

Soon enough, the two of you were hanging out regularly

“On your right.” You muttered, focused on the violent game that you had on the TV. Francis had come over to your place after school, mainly to get away from his mom, so you thought you’d pass the time by playing the new shooting game you got.

Francis was barely playing. Instead, he kept glancing over at you every few seconds. There was something about the way you got heated so easily that got him excited.

“Dude, you just died.” You laughed at him, and Francis’ eyes snapped to the screen to see that he was, in fact, killed. He sighed and tossed his controller on the bed, acting like he was annoyed when it really just gave him more of an excuse to check out your room. And you.

Keeping the controller steady on your leg, you played with one hand while the other grabbed your half-empty soda can. Francis watched as you chugged the remaining Mountain Dew, crushed the can, and threw it toward the trash can in the corner.

“Stop staring, or I’ll punch you,” you said, catching Francis’ stare out of the corner of your eye before focusing back on the game.

“Yeah, right.” In quick response, you hit Francis in the shoulder. “Ow!”

The two of you like to get up to trouble

Graffiti some walls, smoke some weed, usual teenage troublemaker stuff

One night, while Francis was at your house, he told you about a little lecture his mom had given him

And how it made him want to do the complete opposite of what she told him

“You sure about this?” you asked, not really sounding concerned as you cleaned off the sewing needle you had taken from a random junk drawer. “Lois is totally gonna send you to military school.”

“Fuck it,” Francis said with a shrug, playing with the jewelry that he brought with him.

“Okay then.” You shrugged, going over to your bed. You pushed Francis to lie down and sat beside him, staring down at him. “Don’t get pissed if I fuck it up though.”

“Kiss for good luck?” Francis laughed lightly. Even though it sounded like a joke, he was slightly serious. You thought about it for a moment. You supposed there were worse people to kiss.

“Sure.” You said with a shrug. Leaning over Francis, you pecked him on the lips quickly. “No homo.”

“Wha…” Your actions put Francis in a daze, so he didn’t register you putting the needle to his nose as you pulled your face away from his. In a flash, the needle was through his left nostril. “Ow!”

“Don’t be a pussy, Francis.”

The two of you fell silent as you put some of the jewelry through the hole you had just made. Francis played with his hands, looking up at you as you hovered over him.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll hit you,” you murmured, your threat losing some of the usual seriousness you carried. Francis laughed.

“If I let you pierce something else, can I get another kiss?”

“...Fine.”

#agaypanic #francis wilkerson headcanons #francis wilkerson #francis wilkerson x reader #francis wilkerson x male reader #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader

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hollowedwing · 3 years

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Are you still taking request? If you are, can you do an alpha hawks x omega phoenix!reader but the reader is a circus performer? Hawks just happens to have a day off and sees a famous circus is in town (cirque du soleil vibes) and decides to fulfill one of his childhood fantasies and see a circus show. here's one of my fave movie circus performances for some inspo => Malang Song | DHOOM:3 | Aamir Khan, Katrina Kaif

A/n: Omg, I've actually never gotten a request before :o sorry this took a little while also!

I uhhh, I've never ever written Omega Alpha stuff before? But I'll try my best at it! Thank you for the video refs also! I'm...going to kind of base the performance off of it? So uhh, here we go I guess! (Im also hoping by Phoenix reader, you meant, reader has a pheonix quirk...I sincerely apologize)

Alpha!Hawks x Phoenix!gn!Reader

⚠️Warnings: A liiitle suggestive?

Finally! Keigo finally finally got to take a personal day. He decided he'd take this chance to cross something off of his childhood bucket list.

He'd always wanted to go see the traveling circus. This type of circus was more like Cirque du Soleil. He was flying through the city one day when he saw a new billboard going up. Now, Keigo's always wanted to see a circus, but when he saw the billboard featuring another winged human with vibrant orange and red hued wings smack dab in the middle of it, he definitely had to go. To say the least you were absolutely stunning.

He eagerly walked in to the stands, with popcorn in hand, and took a seat in a special section with more room for his own wings. The area was dimly lit and there was soft chatter amongst the crowd, eagerly awaiting the performances.

Soon the houselights went out and stage lights flicked on with pyrotechnics going off around it. The male lead began the performance, coming out very strong and confident. The crowd watched in awe with all of the graceful dance moves and dangerous stunts happening on stage.

Soo it was your turn to make an appearance. The spotlight jumped to your firgure, gracefully perched on a hoop just hanging from a wire above the stage. You had your vibrant sunset hue wings spread magnificently to their full span. Your costume was jewled up, glimmering in the lights. It was very form fitting, allowing it to show off your slim, athletic figure.

Hawks could not take his eyes off of you. You're even sweeter scent leaking off of you smelled somewhere between pumpkin and vanilla. When his eyes locked with yours for a split second he knew he wanted you all for himself. He was absolutely mesmerized with your quirk too. You have a regeneration aspect and wings? Bloody brilliant mate.

As you spun and swung on your hoop, you started singing. The audience was awestruck by your voice. It was almost as melodic as a siren. Alluring with a hint if danger and power.

During your performance, when you would be swung over the crow, you reached out and brushed Keigo's chin with your hand when you got close enough to the stands. Eventually you leapt off your hoop, gliding down to the stage with your wings poofed out. You gracefully land in your dance partner's arms and begin the duo choreography.

Keigo feels a little bit of jealousy come over him as he sees the other alpha male getting to hold you in his strong grip as he swings you about. Throughout the rest of the show, Keigo couldn't stop from gazing at you. He was determined to meet with you afterwards. Your stage presence was overwhelming. Everyone could sense your confidence, which made it even more hypnotizing.

By the end of the show, Keigo wanted to scent you and probably mark you. He wanted you. Badly. He just knew he had to find you.

You on the other hand, were already planning on how you would 'coincidentally' run into the #2 pro hero before he might take off. Off course, your managers were having the main stars stay behind for about 1 hour to allow viewers a chance to pay to get a photo taken with any or all of you. You were either hoping to meet Hawks through that, but you figured you chances of that were so low, you were going to try to sneak out before hand for even just a few minutes.

Dashing out of your dressing room, you made a bee line for the main lobby area in hopes the Hawks would still be out there. You craned your neck in every direction just to catch a glimpse of his gorgeous red wings. After 5-10min of hunting, you could find him nowhere, or smell his scent that you had drank in during your perfomance. Your manager walked up to you, irritated, and huffed that you needed to go to the photo section this instant and to not run off like that again.

Keigo heard about the photo ops and immediately hunted for the location once he got out of the stands. He was willing to pay just about anything to be near you again. While waiting in the long line he took a feather off of his wing, made sure it was well scented, and attached a small piece of paper onto it.

About 20 minutes into the photo session, you finally saw large red wings in the line. Your insides jumped for joy and with nervousness. You wanted so badly to be near him again. The split second swing by just wasn't enough. A happy scent could be smelled leaking from you.

Keigo drank it in. Getting more and more impatient to reach the front of the line. Finally, FINALLY making it to the front. The moment you both locked eyes, it felt like time stopped.

With having to stay professional, as this was a public setting still, Keigo couldn't just pounce on you and nuzzle his face into your neck. You two didn't actually know each other and that would not make for great press yet.

Hawks walked up to you, a bit shy, but mostly holding his confident alpha stance. His smile was prsctically glowing.

You managed to keep your cool and posed with Hawks for a photo. You draped you arm around his waist and he put one around your should and youu both smiled for the camera!

He thanked you, gave some money to the photographer and then spun back around to slip something into your costume pocket. (yes Im saying your stage costume has pockets xD idk man).

Hawks was quickly ushered away by staff so that they could keep the line going. You were left a blusbing mess with a stupid grin on your face, very eager to be able to go back to the privacy of your dressing room and see what he slipped into your pocket.

What felt like forever, the photo session was finally over and you just abkut sprinted back to the dressing room.

Feeling around your pocket, you pulled out a red feather, with a little piece of paper on it.

Hawks had written: "Hey Omega! You can call me Hawks! Or maybe call me at xx-xxxx-xxxx °v°☆"

You softly laughed and hurriedly opened your phone to add his number to your contacts. Maybe shoot him a text once you get home. This was one of your best nights ever.

Keigo went home that night on cloud 9. He had trouble to not get too excited when he was near you. Again, he wanted you, very badly.

Bonus:

You guys did meet up after texting back and forth for so long.

You decided that going to a coffee shop would be a fun date

It really didnt take long after you both got acquainted, that he gave you items scented of him or scenting you himself. He marked you his.

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A/n: Oh geez, Im sorry xD, idk where I was going with this or what I was doing. I liked the idea of the prompt so I tried my best >.< Im not too familiar with Omegaverse stuff, but I read up on some stuff and hoped I did ok. Its very very light omegaverse though.

#bnha x reader #bnha x omegaverse reader #hawks x reader #hawks x gn!reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x gn!reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x gn!reader

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ghostie-gengar · 3 years

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Ok so i have had this idea of an AU where N has like an actual known mother for like so long and i just. i have to get it out i need to so here’s a very very watered down version of her story with events that are so unlikely but whatever i just (warning it’s really long despite being a summary so prepared to get smacked with mom lore)

so. Her name is helen and she is a very nice lady. like SUPER NICE like you could break into her house and she’d be like “oh hey :) would you like some cookies i can put on a pot of tea” but also not a doormat. she Would Not hesitate to tell ghetsis off or smack anyone who hurts her kids.

anyways helen and ghetsis met in their mid to late teens, became friends (somehow :/ ghetsis was quite the charismatic young guy i imagine) and got married in their 20s. after a couple years twins!! im sure i don’t need to tell you how that happened. anyways concordia and anthea popped up and they were quite the handful but helen absolutely adored them and ghetsis was just kinda like “ok whatever children”

oh also im not sure if i’ll keep this but helen can sooooort of understand pokemon and N got that ability from her

oh also btw helen and ghetsis formed team plasma together see helen’s idea was to create like a pokemon relief center kinda like a sanctuary idk and ghetsis’ branch of family was kinda like a cult that thought humans and pokemon should be separate and ghetsis wanted to use that for more power and saw helen and was like “i can use this :)” anyways moving on

One day helen and ghetsis were taking a lovely stroll and they came across these young triplets who were homeless and helen was like “mine” so they adopted them and ghetsis twisted it to make it seem like He was the cool one who saved them so they’d listen to him (shadow triad)

this is kinda where team plasma begins to seem more evil and helen is catching on but she’s like “noooo ghetsis wouldn’t do that” (girl you’re wrong)

anyways once concordia and anthea are like eight or nine a little natural harmonia gropius pops up!! and helen is overjoyed cuz like she secretly always wanted six kids and now one two three four five six!!!!

she and ghetsis are also quick to notice how much n looks like ghetsis and ghetsis is mentally like “haha yes mini me >:D”

Then team plasma is very clearly a cult like helen can’t even deny it anymore and she tries to bring it up to ghetstink but he just waves her off like “now now dear don’t be silly” and she’s like >:(

ghetsis starts taking about making n the king of team plasma and helen’s like “well only if he wants to right” and ghetsis is like “no”

he only wants to use N more when he figured out N could understand pokemon cuz like he’d babble to helen’s minccino (oh yeah btw helen has a minccino)

theeeeeeeeeeen helen walks in on ghetsis being mmmmmmmmmmmm not good to concordia and concordia and anthea are both crying and helen is like “DUDE” and makes him sit down and have a serious talk about proper parenting which ghetsis also brushes off

then after a couple of days, concordia and anthea run away and helen is obviously absolutely devastated and she and ghetsis look for weeks. months. And no sign of them. ghetsis is like “well i guess they’re dead nvm then” and helen is like “DUDE” and she looks in the girls’ bedroom and finds a note from the girls that tells her to keep n safe and not to worry about them

after thinking about all the crap stuff ghetsis has done lately helen takes n in the middle of the night and runs. no looking back. bye bye ghetstink :( and life is much better honestly

she lives in that trailer in lostlorn with lil baby n and her plan was to wait for him to be able to walk and fend for himself and then they’d both go look for concordia and anthea but until then peaceful forest life playing with pokemon

And ghetsis upon waking up and seeing his wife and kid is gone he’s very upset. after a few years however he’s walking in like white forest or something and stUmbles upon concordia and anthea and he’s like “frickin sweet man” and snatches them and they are Not Happy but when they get back to the castle and see helen and n are gone? they are So Relieved those two got away even if they had to stay there

Anyways once n was three or four he was fine he could walk and he loved to wander around and make pokemon friends and he’d always come back to the trailer

one day ghetsis was walking through lostlorn for no particular reason and he came across n playing and recognized him immediately and was like “Oh My God No Way” and committed grand theft natural right there on the spot

but before he left he left a note for helen to find that said “did you really think you could hide forever” just to rub salt in the wound

anyways helen is like man it’s getting late i wonder where little natural is and so she gets a pidove to go look for him and the pidove brings back the note and when she sees it. tears. literal tears and sobbing she’s like “oh my god he has him He Has Him” and then she’s like “k you know what? Imma go get him i will go GET my child from this stinky man watch me grab my coat and i will get back the boy and if he has the girls too i’ll take them too and”

and then!! The shadow triad appear in the trailer (they all have names that only helen bothered to learn) and they’re like “hey so we kinda have strict orders from ghetsis that if we see you in the castle or anywhere near team plasma we kinda have to tell ghetsis and he’ll hurt n so maayyybe don’t?”

and helen is like crap. like genuinely there is no good solution cuz if she goes and fails to get the n back ghetsis would hurt n and if she did get the n back ghetsis would hurt the shadow triad and so she’s stuck and she has no choice but to just let everything happen

But!!! This story has a happy ending!!!

so i didn’t mention this cuz my thoughts are all over the place but helen likes to paint and so in order to cope with everything she painted her kids and they’re like really good anyways

N meets her at some point after bw2 cuz he was in lostlorn and it was raining and zoroark ran into her trailer and he was like “zoroark you Cannot Be Here we need to go” and helen walked in and she recognized him immediately like she was internally like holy arceus above that is my son that is my son that is my

but N doesn’t remember her like at all so she doesn’t want to say anything in case she overwhelms him and N is like “i am so sorry for coming in here my zoroark just hey you know what i’ll just leave”

Meanwhile she’s trying not to cry and she’s looking from n to a painting of n she did and she’s like holy arceus and she’s like “nono you can stay for tea until the rain is over”

And n had also noticed the painting and he was like that’s literally me but didn’t want to say anything

So n stays for tea and they have a lovely chat and helen is like this is literally my son and he has no idea who i am and then the rain stops so n leaves and helen is just like. Sad

But then n comes back another day and stays for tea again cuz they kinda became buddies and n is about to leave but he stops. at the doorway and slowly turns around and is like “i feel like i know you from somewhere” and helen is like “???” about to cry again

And you can like see the gears turning in n’s brain and he just freezes. and he looks up. And he’s like “.......mom?”

tears. Everywhere and both of them are sobbing and hugging each other and helen’s like “omg you’re so tall look at you how you’ve grown” and more tears and they literally hug for like hours while helen tells the story and helen was like starting to calm down and n’s like “btw connie and anthy are alive” and she just starts crying again and then they go to the house in driftveil so helen can see the girls and everyone just starts crying the girls are freaking out cuz they never knew what happened to mom and rood was there and crying like “mistress helen you’re alive ma’am” and just. big group hug and the shadow triad probably teleport in there for like five minutes and helen will absolutely not let them go without hugs even if they still work for ghetsis and yeah. that’s the very long summary of n’s mom imagine how long it would have been if i like actually wrote it professionally ok bye

#pokemon #pokemon n #pokemon bw #pokemon black and white #n harmonia #natural harmonia gropius #pokemon oc #ghetsis #team plasma

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angelthebedsheet · 4 years

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a/n: @tom-hlover i hope this was to your liking! it was a lil hard but i do love tom holland’s spidey so here it is! i just assumed that it was a romantic relationship too !!

lets get it!

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okay so first things first?

yall are ATTACHED at the hip

ned and mj clown peter for this all the fucking TIME

like he always walks you to class and sits next to you in class

peter we get it you want this melanin dial it back

and you are a superhero FIEND

anyone who knows you knows you go feral for superheroes and spiderman specifically

mj knows this, ned knows this, peter definitely knows this

mj always just gotta give peter a look like

whenever you start gushing about whatever spidey did that night

“peter did you see him last night?! he looked so amazing!”

“ah yeah n/n i saw!”

internal SCREAMING

like his beautiful amazing talented spectacular crush and best friend is fawning over him ???

mind boggling brothers

i mean your lockscreen is one of those press hold ones that move? so at first it’s a group picture of you, peter, mj and ned then you hold and boom its spidey swinging

peter found this out by accident and simply lost his mind in his room

you would do ANYTHING to see spidey in action and anYTHING TO HELP

bbg just wanna be a hero too 🤪

this day peter couldn’t come over to your house this time bc of his internship and had to leave early

aka code word for spidey shit to do lmao

and you’re a lil bummed

“but petey it’s wednesday and we were supposed watch mean girls and legally blonde.”

“i-i know i’m sorry n/n i’ll make it up to you”

mj and ned heard that and LOST IT

you frowned watching peter book it outta there like the lights were out

i mean my mans usain bolted it

mj and ned couldnt go home with you either so that sucked

you didnt usually walk home by yourself and honestly you really didn’t want to

it mf queens man. it’s not the safest place in the world

you started walking home and decided to buy some snacks n shit bc you saw them glazed donuts lookin real SCRUMPTIOUS AND FRESH in that packet

now you got the snacks secured in your bag and ready to go

you’re walking down the sidewalk when you hear some grunts and scrapping sounds?

you look down the alleyway and literally see your idol spiderman cornered

nuh uh not on your watch

you dropped your bookbag and tied ya braids/locks/afro back and took a running start

just as spidey was about to get punched you KICKED that mf straight in the cheek

spidey is like ????

“get got bitch!”

y/n???? awSHIT

its YOU

on one hand that was badass and two WHY ARE YOU HERE AND NOT HOME???

you grabbed a random pipe laying around and went ham on that bitch

peter is like confused and panicking as he stands up

you are handling your shit you aint need no mf powers

you got the black nasties on that was powerful enough

you are deadass yelling BITCH each time you hit them

peter snaps outta it and pulls you back

bc damn they knocked out alr you were bashing that hoe IN

you drop the pipe and turn to spidey with that big ol smile

peter felt his knees buckle

“you okay spidey? you looked like you needed some help?”

holy shit?

“u-uh t-thank you y–miss”

he had to speak from the belly with that

(i can hear my chorus teacher going SING FROM YOUR DIAPHRAGM)

while yall chatting it up another villain swooped in and threw some shit at yall?

idk how to describe it but it damn near almost impaled you but thankfully peter’s spidey sense kicked in and he pulled you out of the way

even though now you’re in fucking DANGER you’re losing your mind bc you are pressed up against peter’s chest

like damn spidey you really built like that?

peter on the other hand is like shit

cant let the loml aka crush slash bestfriend get hurt but i gotta fight these mfs....

he’s like fuck it man we gon dip just this once and picks you up

“hold onto me real quick?”

“o-oh okay????”

you’re living the fuckin DREAM and wrap your arms around his neck

peter’s trying to stay professional but ... girl you smell good asf and you basically intoxicating babyboy

then he just tHWIPS it outta there and hooks his foot onto your bookbag

shit was sexc even tho that didnt make much sense

yall SWINGING thru the streets with a lil funk and soul

you’re fully living the dream now baby!

he kinda just kicks his foot up and you catch your bookbag before wrapping your arms around his neck again

he swings yall onto a building roof top and you’re in awe

you’ve never seen queens like this before

he lets you go

“woah....”

“beautiful right? one of the benefits of being able to swing around”

“i know thats right...”

he’s just admiring you now

lil did we know tony stark PEEPED that shit thaNKS KAREN

you noticed spidey just staring at you and you lwk feel your cheeks heat up (bc black people don’t blush ❤️)

spidey you deadass left two CRIMINALS out in the open like hurry up

“h-hey can we take a picture together? i wanna show my petey that i met you!”

MY PETEY?????

“o-oh uh sure? also who’s.... who’s petey?”

“oh he’s my best friend! technically his name is peter but i love giving him nicknames.”

bitch oh???

you turned on your phone and show him your lockscreen pointing at peter

“isnt he just adorable?”

palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy

“ah. do you. do you like him?”

you kinda just unlock your phone while looking away

“y-yeah i mean who wouldn’t? he’s perfect... 👉🏽👈🏽”

PETER INTERNALLY WENT

bro HE’S ASCENDING

YOU LIKE HIM????

PETER PARKER???

HIMS???

THIS WHITE BOY FROM QUEENS?????

“you like peter?”

“yes.”

“peter parker?”

“yes?”

“oh thank god”

“i beg your pardon?”

PETER....

“oh i um i said that b-because i know him and im pretty sure he likes you back”

“oh???”

“y-yeah. he talks alot about you”

my mans are you really... snitching on yourself?

he really being his own wingman...

“really?”

“yup. i get it too. you’re. you’re beautiful.”

you went

😳

🕶🤏🏾

are my eyes deceiving me or is spiderman calling me BEAUTIFUL???

now yall both flustered

you’re thankful for your beautiful melaninated skin

peter’s thankful for that mf mask

“t-the picture”

“o-oh right”

cue tony PLOTTING like a mf

yall take two cute lil selfies together before spidey realizes he on the fuckin JOB

“ah i have to go let me take you home. where do you live?”

and you tell him your address even tho he already had it memorized by heart

he swang you to your doorstep and waved you goodnight before going back to handle those criminals

after that peter’s finally on his way home when tony pipes up

“was that the girl you always talk about”

“m-mr. stark??? you saw that??”

“all of it. she’s badass i want her on our team.”

“?!”

that night you got an email from tony stark and you RANG UP PETER SO QUICKLY TO LOSE YOUR SHIT ABT NOT ONLY TONY BUT SPIDEY TOO

“PETER OMFG BRO LOOOKKKKK I GOT AN EMAIL FROM TONY AND I ALSO MET SPIDERMAN TODAY. HAVE THE GODS FINALLY CHOSEN ME AS THEIR FAVORITE FOR TODAY????? JAJDJSJDNSKDNXN”

“t-that’s amazing n/n!”

the next day at school you absolutely GLOMPED him and mj

you are BUZZING with energy

mj’s kinda like?? did peter dick you down or some shit why you this hyped in the morning???

peter alr knows and is internally screaming into the void bc you like him back????

you’re already showing mj the pictures like “BRO LOOK HE EVEN HELD MY WAIST YESTERDAY!!”

ned is like 😏

mj is like 😌

they giving peter the LOOK

bc bro.... cmon now peter.

mj and ned dip leaving you to gush to peter alone

“do you think i can really be a hero petey?”

“d-definitely n/n i mean you did save spiderman yesterday”

“you’re right!”

peter has lost his shit too many times

“also petey. i like you alot.”

cheek kiss and dip

petey boy is stunned standing there in the halls like 😳

then he revives himself like ik this pretty bitch didnt just kiss and dip me like that

now he chasing you

alls good

mj and ned got blackmail too

#spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x black!reader #spiderman x black!reader #tom holland #tom holland’s spiderman #ned leeds #mj watson #x black reader #x female reader #spiderman headcanon

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akechicrimes · 4 years

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7 or 71 for either shuake or yukamitsu [big eye emojis]

7. “I told you that I’d never leave you; I’m not going anywhere.”

On Goro’s thirty-fourth birthday at ten-thirty in the morning, Akira calls him at work and says, “Happy birthday, dear. I just got hit by a car, and I need to know what color bike you want.”

On Goro’s thirty-fourth birthday at ten-thirty in the morning, Akira calls him at work (which Goro dubiously eyeballs for a whole four seconds before picking up) and says, “Happy birthday, dear. I just got hit by a car, and I need to know what color bike you want.”

Well, neither Goro nor Akira own a car for Akira to drive, so that means Akira got hit on foot. Goro is very calm, and has no immediate panic response to that, because he’s a rational and responsible adult. “Are you dead?” Goro asks.

“Probably not.”

“And is there a reason you’re calling me instead of the ambulance?”

“Oh, I’m fine. I think I have a bruise on one of my legs, if that counts. But I was riding your bike when it happened, so the bike got totaled, so, you know. They’ve got the same model you had, but there’s tons of new colors, if you want pictures.”

Goro takes a very long, very deep breath. Goro is very, extremely calm. “Anything is fine,” he says. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, hundred percent. I even landed on my feet; you should’ve seen it.”

“You should go to the ER anyway,” says Goro, in a voice that is truly the epitome of calm.

“I mean, I guess I could, but that seems like a waste of time. And I don’t want to just leave your bike in the middle of the road.”

“Throw it away if it’s wrecked, then.”

“But it deserves a proper send-off.”

“You’re doing this to me on my birthday, Kurusu.”

“I’ll go to the ER if you go with me,” says Akira hopefully, who is a perennially bad influence who is of the opinion that Goro should have just said he’d be ‘working from home’ and spent the day with him.

Goro takes a look at his calendar, tallies up how many meeting he’d have to reschedule, and waits a whole five seconds before he lets himself say, “Fine,” because Akira just said that he’s fine and Goro isn’t upset and everything is so calm that Goro can wait five seconds before agreeing to leave work. “I’ll see you at Leblanc.”

“Wait, wait, which color for the bike? They’ve got green, blue, a red, a kind of fun rose-gold thing, which is a bit excessive considering it’s a bike, and teal, and a kind of blue and orange Naruto-y thing…”

“Anything is fine.” Goro stops. “Except the last one.”

“Red it is! See you in a bit.”

“Don’t ride that bike back to Leblanc,” says Goro, as if lightning might strike twice on the same day on the same man riding the same model bike of the same color, but Akira’s already hung up. Goro speed-drafts a rescheduling email, copy-pastes it to four different people, and then sprints out the office door without even a goodbye to his coworkers.

Friday, 11:16 AM

FUTABA: hey

FUTABA: hey goro

FUTABA: hey gorororororororororo

FUTABA: HEY MR AKECHI KURUSU

GORO: If it’s about the traffic accident, I heard about it.

GORO: I’m going back to Leblanc now.

FUTABA: no it’s smthg else

FUTABA: well it is about the accident but i got smthg else for u

FUTABA sent MOV19.mp4

FUTABA: ripped this from the traffic cam

GORO: Is this footage of the accident?

FUTABA: yeehaw

GORO: …Thank you for the offer, but I don’t know if I want to see this.

FUTABA: ok i hear u but i promise it’s hilarious

FUTABA: and also u might feel better if u see it

FUTABA: like idk what he told u on the phone but like

FUTABA: look the car even slowed down at the intersection

FUTABA: the dude was obeying traffic laws and everything he was doing something like ten under the speed limit

FUTABA: the car ENTIRELY missed akira

FUTABA: got the bike full on

FUTABA: and then he just rolls up across the hood and up the windshield like a looney toon

FUTABA: rip ur bike tho it just goes cronch

FUTABA: instant pretzel

FUTABA: ty bichael for ur sacrifice

FUTABA: also idk i figured you

FUTABA: might wanna see for urself that he’s okay

FUTABA: like u can see him stand up at the end and he’s not even confused or anything he’s super duper ok

FUTABA: he’s not bullshitting u over the phone and pretending he’s ok when he’s not ok

FUTABA: u know how he does lmao

GORO: …Huh.

GORO: He really did land on his feet for a whole second there, didn’t he?

FUTABA: yeah like a cat

FUTABA: it’s nuts tbh

FUTABA: and then he remembers he’s a human and falls on his ass LMAO

FUTABA: show it to morgana i want his professional kitty cat opinion on the matter

FUTABA: rate akira’s near death experience

FUTABA: also the driver was v nice and v apologetic and he gave akira his insurance

FUTABA: but i have his home address and work address and phone number and the name of his dog if you want it

GORO: Just the insurance will be fine.

FUTABA: kk

GORO: …And thanks for sending the video.

GORO: Even though I already knew he was fine.

FUTABA: you know those like

FUTABA: itty bitty teeny weeny micro dogs

FUTABA: that are like four and a half pounds

FUTABA: but they think they can take any mfer on the block out of sheer will alone

FUTABA: and theyve always got their eyeballs bulging out and they pick fights with 70 pound dogs

FUTABA: and they have only two emotions which are rage and anxiety and they shake constantly because theyre only four pounds and they have So Much Emotion and nowhere to put it so they vibrate at the speed of sound

GORO: Is this a metaphor about me.

FUTABA: it’s a metaphor about you

FUTABA: because i can hear your shaky angry anxious four pound vibrating all the way from the other side of tokyo

GORO: You are the smallest, angriest, most anxious person I know, who regularly picks fights with international hacking organizations and billion-dollar companies.

GORO: And I, somehow, am the angry shaky dog.

FUTABA: your husband got hit by a car on ur birthday

GORO: I know that.

GORO: I do not need to be reminded.

FUTABA: ah yeah

FUTABA: sorry

GORO: He’s fine.

GORO: He said he’s fine.

GORO: And from this footage, he’s more than fine.

FUTABA: he is super double extra fine with a side of fine

GORO: Unless this footage was in any way edited.

GORO: And unless he was faking his call, somehow.

GORO: In which case, I’m going to walk into Leblanc and find out that he was just pretending to be okay so he could hear my voice one last time and Leblanc will be swarming with police officers to break the news the newly bereaved.

GORO: But that’s not going to happen.

GORO: Because Akira is fine, and I’m perfectly fine.

FUTABA: im rly glad to hear my man

GORO: This footage isn’t edited, is it.

FUTABA: no

GORO: Are you very sure?

GORO: Videos are easily modified.

GORO: Would you even know if it was edited?

FUTABA: yes im a literal wizard of course i would know

FUTABA: where are u even getting this idea from

GORO: The entire series of events is unrealistic, isn’t it?

GORO: You said yourself that it was almost like something out of a cartoon.

GORO: The likelihood that someone gets hit by a car and comes out of it entirely no worse for wear is practically ridiculous.

FUTABA: i ripped that film straight from the cam it is entirely unedited

GORO: But how can you be sure? Did you see him in live camera?

FUTABA: i mean no but he texted me

GORO: What if that was his dying text.

FUTABA: i rly dont know if his dying text would have been the “i lived bitch” meme with the cat filter

FUTABA: he’s fine dude

FUTABA: that’s why i sent you the video

GORO: I KNOW he’s fine.

GORO: I’m asking if there’s any solid evidence.

FUTABA: THE VIDEO

GORO: I’m going to call him. Brb

FUTABA: so what he can tell you he’s fine AGAIN and you’ll be like

FUTABA: “oh but what if it was secretly a pod person who stole his body after he died tragically after calling me one last time to hear my voice”

FUTABA: he is FINE

FUTABA: like go ahead and call him if u want but

FUTABA: the only person who was gonna edit that footage was me

FUTABA: and if he were dead i would not be functioning enough to be doing any kinda photoshop like that

FUTABA: let alone LIE to you jesus christ!!!!!

FUTABA: god

FUTABA: i pronounce you King Shaky Dog

FUTABA: the tiniest and angriest and shakiest and most anxious four pound goblin

FUTABA: i will reclaim my title tomorrow

FUTABA: for now it’s my birthday gift to you

FUTABA: the title of Shaky Dog allows you to go absolutely apeshit and nobody will judge you

GORO: You know I hate birthday presents.

FUTABA: did you call akira

GORO: I hate birthday presents so much that I will be refusing my title as King Shaky Dog and will henceforth not be going ape shit.

FUTABA: ok so

FUTABA: i didnt mean to

FUTABA: get snippy with you or anything

GORO: It’s fine.

GORO: I wasn’t… exactly polite, myself.

GORO: So.

FUTABA: um

FUTABA: you really can call him if you want

FUTABA: there’s nothing wrong with that

FUTABA: between u and me……………………. i definitely did that more than once for a lot lesser reasons than someone getting hit by a car

GORO: My stop is in less than thirty seconds.

GORO: I will probably live.

FUTABA: lmao ok well

FUTABA: if u change ur mind about losing ur shit then please know i gave u that footage in the first place because i think if something like that happened to MY partner i would mcfreakin lose it

FUTABA: speaking of her

FUTABA: sumi says happy birth btw

FUTABA: but cuter because u know how she is

FUTABA: “happy birthday crow-senpai~~~~~~~~” in her shy voice that makes u wanna die

FUTABA: ofoogofhghhfoghfhhghfh g gh SUMI ur so cute ilysm

GORO: Tell her I said thanks.

GORO: And stop telling me how much you love her and use the ring you made me go ring shopping with you for.

FUTABA: HHHHH

FUTABA: im being cyberbullied for being a cowardly lesbian

GORO: I’m at my stop, by the way, so I’m going offline.

FUTABA: which tbh i probably deserve

FUTABA: oh kk see u

FUTABA: watch the video again mr shaky dog

FUTABA: akira is fine

FUTABA: everyone is alive

FUTABA: you are one year older

FUTABA: happy birthday goro

The bike is totaled.

Akira isn’t the sort of person to dump a piece of trash right in front of Leblanc, but it’s hard to miss sticking out of the nearby public trash bin. The back wheel has exploded into serrated wheel-spokes and limb rubber bits that Akira’s shoved into the trash as best as he could. The body of the bike is crushed in on itself, exposing its sharp hollow innards; the handlebars resemble a badly-tied knot. The front wheel is left to stick up and out, creaking gently, spinning overhead from half a hinge like a head not quite fully severed.

The cafe is empty except for its usual barista who, of course, is a very normal and mild-mannered barista, who has nothing to do with the several hundred millions worth of dollars of repatriated art hiding in the attic en route back to South Korea. That would be illegal, of course, and Akira Kurusu-Akechi has never once in his life done anything illegal in the name of what’s morally right. “Welcome back, dear,” says Akira, and hangs up a coffee mug to dry, and it’s so normal that Goro is convinced that either he’s experiencing yesterday, or maybe he’s re-experiencing the year 2016 all over again, or maybe Akira really is dead and this is just his ghost.

Goro sits in his usual spot at the bar. Same chair, sixteen years later. Unbelievable. Maybe Goro’s giving him a little bit of a dumbfounded look, because Akira tilts his head, leans across the bar, and pecks Goro on the cheek.

“Where’s Sakura?” Goro asks.

“Having his midday old man nap. So,” says Akira, looking pleased with himself, “either we can close Leblanc for an hour and raid the kitchen and make lunch, or we can close Leblanc and go out and have a fancy lunch. Your choice because I already made dinner reservations and we’re doing those no matter what.”

Goro really means to give him an answer, because Akira really does love Goro’s birthday every year and never fails to pick someplace nice for the day, but instead what comes out of his mouth is: “Did you ride the new bike back home?”

“Yeah, I did. Figured I might as well take it for a test drive. It’s a good bike.”

“Why didn’t you take the subway?” Goro says sharply.

“Didn’t have my card.”

“You just rode the bike all the way across Tokyo?”

“It wasn’t all the way across Tokyo, just a bit away and back… Goro?”

Ah, Goro’s going to become one of those people who has a meltdown any time their loved one gets on a plane or a train or ksomething else associated with heebie-jeebie nonsense magical thinking. Great. Fantastic. God dammit.

“Do you really want me to go to the ER?” Akira asks eventually.

Goro really wants Akira to have never gotten hit in the first place, but people don’t get what they want and sometimes the universe decides to send one bad fucking driver through a red light and take away Akira’s entire life in a split second—one mistake, a coincidence at the wrong place and time, and the boy who fought God and won is a smear of bones on the pavement.

This would be different if it were sixteen years ago, and Goro had the power to bend people’s minds in half until they broke, or dive into the deepest, bloodiest parts of the collective psyche and pummel the worst of them to a pulp—but what’s he going to do here? Lambast a guy who was going ten miles under the speed limit and just wasn’t looking the right way? Is he going to summon a new Persona from his soul and undo time itself?

Can he do anything if the universe decides, one day, that Akira’s time on this earth is up? He spent all those years desperate for power, and then abusing that power, and then desperately guilty for having abused that power, and then desperately trying to get up that power, and now here he is with the power to do jack shit when his husband almost gets run over and if the Metaverse were still around he swears he would have carved Loki from his own soul out of sheer fury alone—

“No,” says Goro sharply, and stands up. “It’s nothing. I’m not hungry, and I’m going for a walk. Please don’t text me unless it’s an emergency.”

“What—hey! Goro, wait, wait—”

“I’m getting some fresh air!”

Akira’s scrambling to get out from behind the bar. “Didn’t you just get here—?”

Goro spins around and points a finger at Akira like it’s his fault: “You were the one,” he snarls, “who promised, when we got married, that we’d always be together. And now you get hit on a bike, and then stand up like it’s nothing and—and get on another bike and go cycling around the exact same streets where you got hit—? Aren’t you scared? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

Akira falls silent. “I didn’t go back to the same intersection,” he says at last.

Goro can’t take this. “I’m taking a walk.”

“Wait wait wait, Goro, just—” Akira grabs Goro’s hand and Goro has the sudden urge to yank his arm away, but Akira’s hand is also incredibly real, just like it felt this morning and yesterday and the day before that and all the days Goro ever took Akira’s living, breathing body for granted. “I didn’t think it was a big deal. He was going, I dunno, twenty miles per hour at most. It was an intersection. He’d slowed down beforehand and everything, and I didn’t even get hurt on the fall.”

Right, because Goro’s the one who’s just freaking out for no reason. Right. Okay. Because that’s how he is, isn’t he, always being dramatic over little things. Right. Of course. This is fine.

When Goro doesn’t turn around, Akira moves around to the front to look him in the eye. “Sorry if I made you worry,” says Akira. “But it was really nothing at all.”

“Maybe it was nothing this time,” says Goro forcefully. “But what about the next time—the next car—the next time you borrow my bike? What about tomorrow? Or the day after that? Literally any one of the hundreds and hundreds of days coming up where you could easily die just as easily as you died today.”

“Then I’ll escape death hundreds and hundreds of times,” says Akira.

Goro scoffs.

“I mean it. I was a Phantom Thief, wasn’t I? I escaped death more than once. Did it again today. I’ll do it as many times as it takes until we’re both old and grey.” Akira takes Goro’s hand, but it’s Goro who laces their fingers together.

“Sometimes it doesn’t work that way,” says Goro, like a bad echo of his ten-year-old self, trying to figure out what kind of world would let his mother die.

“I’m just keeping my promise,” says Akira. “I told you that I’d never leave you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Sometimes that’s not your decision to make.”

“It is and I’ve decided I’m immortal until you die.”

Goro scoffs. “Don’t be arrogant.”

“Is it being arrogant? I didn’t let death steal you away from me. I’m not letting it steal me away from you, either.”

“Sometimes…” Goro begins.

“'Sometimes’ what?”

'Sometimes’ what?

Sometimes things get worse. People die early, and unfulfilled; they streak through the sky in a blaze and then wink out, without even a burst of fire to show for it. Sometimes nobody gets a say in what happens, and plans don’t pan out, and wishes aren’t granted, and everything happens for no good reason and no good end.

Today, Goro Akechi-Kurusu is thirty-four years old, about sixteen years older than he ever figured he was going to be. He has a career in a non-profit for maladjusted youth getting reacclimated to school systems and preparing for college, instead of the career in law he figured he’d have if he actually lived that long. He doesn’t just have one friend, but multiple friends. He has, unbelievably, a husband, which honestly still floors him to this day, considering that he was and maybe still is convinced that marriage is a scam devised by asshole men like his father to manipulate young women into a false sense of security. The other day, Akira mentioned that he wanted to get a cat to keep Morgana company, maybe in a few years when they moved into a pet-friendly apartment, and in Goro’s head, it made sense that they would both be alive and together entire years in the future for them to get a cat.

Today is already an impossible day, isn’t it?

“Sometimes,” says Goro flatly, “you say ridiculous things, and I think that you could actually pull it off.”

Akira grins. Akira leans in for their regular greeting kiss when one of them comes home, but this time, Goro closes his eyes, leans into it, really tries to memorize the feel of Akira’s lips on his. Every line and scar on his hands, the odd ends of his fingernails, that familiar way he waits for four beats, then takes a breath through his nose and kisses Goro again, and never can quite seem to avoid kissing him more on the bottom lip than the top. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” he says plainly not three inches from Goro’s face. “It’s bad form to leave a calling card and never show up.”

Goro smiles. “Then I won’t let you break your word.”

When Akira pulls away, he kisses the back of Goro’s hand, like a proper gentleman thief of old. “Happy birthday, dear,” he says, and surprisingly, despite the way this awful day started off, Goro thinks that Akira might be able to pull that promise off, too.

#clouis-loumentine #mine #I TRIED RLY HARD TO WRITE YUKAMITSU but it wasnt happening im sry #please take this apology akeshu instead #also yall have no idea how much self control it took for me to write this oneshot instead of #'goro akechi goes bald at age 24 and akira reassures him he still loves him even tho he has shido's hair genes'#honestly i shouldve done that

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ancient-bruises-ancient-moon · 4 years

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ok SO I got an anon I wasn’t gunna respond to but I'm enjoying a vegan chocolate banana cookie dough thc/cbd infused smoothie I invented so fuck it, let’s do this

this isn’t gunna be eloquent at all and I hope what im intending to say comes off correctly. may not, my brain is mush- but here we go!

so last night/technically this morning I reblogged a lot from this brilliant intersexism blog. (highly recommend giving a follow!) which led to...a bizarre ass anon this morning (I'll make another post linking to her blog so ya’ll can follow. she doesn’t need to deal w/ this post after everything else she deals w/ on here- unless u want to ofc!! hi ur cool! ANYWAY...)

I don’t remember the exact wording but it was something like “so ud rather have sex w intersex ppl over trans ppl??”

ummm. I literally never said shit about sex w/ intersex ppl?? like, ever.

was that supposed to be some huge “gotcha!!” ??

‘cause it didn’t work, at all.

1. my body is not a democracy

2. why r ya’ll obsessed w sex as validation

3. ur rly gunna ask me, essentially, if I'd rather be intimate w a deranged narcissistic reality denying manic OR a person with an intersex disorder...and u rly think I'm gunna be like OH NO I’D RATHER HAVE SEX W A MANIAC???

like...it’s rly not ab sex at all but did u RLY think that was gunna work in ur favor somehow?? and if u did, why did u think so? could it be bc u use intersex ppl as pawns for ur arguments but then don’t actually consider them ppl that can be in loving and intimate relationships? do u rly think this is activism? do you feel no shame?? you should be fucking embarrassed. this is so embarrassing for you.

something ya’ll don’t realize: I worked at a center that offered therapeutic services, std testing, & peer activity groups for lgbtiapqbdsmnlmnop folxxxx

I know how ya’ll speak to your therapists, to your peers when you think no one is listening, I watch ya’ll take credit for things u did NOTHING for, I've watched your violence against anyone who disagrees with you (INCLUDING about tv show characters...like, come on..) Adult trans women using fake IDs to try to get into youth events...and then get MAD AT ME when I have to kick A WHOLE ASS HALF DRESSED MAN GRINDING ON THE FLOOR out of an event for CHILDREN... this is beyond just Tumblr. you’re also like this irl. and often, somehow, even fucking worse.

I had far less intersex clients BUT ya know who wasn’t throwing tantrums, being violent, trying to take credit for things they didn’t do, starting fights, sneaking into events to get near minors?? my intersex clients! NOT ONCE. AND let’s be real...my intersex clients had good fucking reason to be furious and there were absolutely times that I would not have blamed them in the slightest for slapping tf out of someone...but they didn’t. not once. (ngl tho if they did I would have “not seen” what happened tbh bc I am a very responsible adult lmao- I can say this now bc I left the field so it matters not at all for my career)

ya know who would stay after hours, silently crying in rage bc of the shit trans clients said to them? my intersex clients (the big one was trans ppl telling them they’re lucky they get to ~~choose~~ their sex)

ya know who took the time to use open activist hour to build presentations to teach the LARGELY ENTIRELY INEPT staff (myself included, more below) about intersex issues so the people who come after them can get better help than they were able to receive?? I'll give you one guess.

I left academia and working in the field w/ ppl bc of my experiences at this place & the direction this tender gender trender shit is taking academia. Intersex people deserve so much fucking better than even having to HEAR this bullshit. I would only go back into the field to work with women & intersex individuals. Probably as a volunteer though, but I digress

I worked there when all these new words were coming out too like demisexual android identified diaper baby or whatever the fuck lmao and the trans clients would be FURIOUS when anyone didn’t know wtf it meant

and in contrast our intersex clients were constantly explaining shit to staff/interns/volunteers about their conditions that they should never have had to explain TO THE PROFESSIONALS WHO WERE THERE TO HELP THEM. and I can’t even lie and pretend I fucking knew much, I didn’t. I was hired without even knowing i’d be working w intersex clients- I just needed to show I knew some trans buzzwords. but I put in the time to learn, I read every book any client recommended, any article they emailed me- but honestly that STILL ISN’T GOOD ENOUGH!!!! I should NOT have been hired!!! MY BOSS should not have been hired!!! Actually, the only staff members that actually deserved their job was an gay intersex man. OT but he was so cool and smart and hilarious and like FUN ANGRY like idk how to explain that better lol he was good at getting u pumped up ab shit & good at getting ppl worked up enough to DO something. The only other staff member who actually cared and knew anything was a lesbian woman (of course) but she had recently had a baby and became so afraid for the welfare of her wife and daughter that she went along w trans shit that she KNEW was delusional and unhealthy bc we SAW these trans clients being violent on the Regular. we were legally obligated to call the cops several times. she wasn’t wrong to be afraid but I do think she should have tried to work elsewhere if she could no longer do her job with integrity but that’s a conversation for another day.

agh im just gunna end this post now bc I can rly go on and on but I'll leave the post with this question that I'd very much like an answer to:

how can we as activists be of better service to our intersex sisters? this issue is becoming more and more pressing and I can’t sit back and do nothing for them anymore. does anyone know of intersex only orgs that need volunteers or have suggestions?? PLS LET ME KNOW. I won’t go back to where I was but there’s GOTTA be SOMETHING I can do for the intersex community. let’s figure it out <3 this issue very seriously needs the attention of radical feminists tbh so...let’s do something.

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ruiyuki-archives · 4 years

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Star Tear AU - Alt. Timeline: Todoroki ver. [Part 1]

This is an AU I wrote on the todomomo discord server eons ago. Anything posted to this blog will be transcripts of old original work and not really edited, save for formatting. I have no guarantees if I will ever finish these AUs either so these will only be kept as an archive.

Original transcript posted to tdmm discord: Aug 2020

Momo ver. Alternate timeline: Todo ver. Part 1 || Todo ver. Part 2 || Todo ver. Part 3

Star tears in which Todoroki falls for Momo first.

shortly after the exam with Aizawa he doesn’t know what he’s feeling but just admires her strength and quick thinking

and him hanging out with Deku and Iida at lunch means Todo hears all the nice and good things Momo does when she and Iida to discuss class prez stuff

which intensifies this ??admiration?? and respect more

and he just?? Holds onto those feelings unable to figure out what they are until idk maybe holidays where 1A and 1B throw that holiday hotpot party

and Momos really cute lookin’ in that Santa hat she made with the festive turtleneck

and so that feeling inside Todo grows into something more??? bc "oh shit she cute".... and Todo’s blushing while looking at her from afar. Probably.

so Todo talks to Fuyumi abt it and Fuyumi’s like: “I think you like her Shouto”

and he writes to his mom abt it and Rei's like: “she sounds like a lovely girl Shouto”

and he texts Natsuo abt it and Natsu's like: “aw little bro has a crush”

but all the while this is happening, Momo's gotten closer with Iida over class prez stuff and hero stuff and everyone in 1A (read: mina and hagakure) think iimomo might be a thing???

ofc Momo denies it and making excuses politely like "no no ofc not we're being responsible class prez and vice prez" but she’s kinda stuttery while doing so, so no one buys it

and no ones brave enough to ask Iida except Ochako but he gives some straight laced answer like "i admire her work ethic and respect her as a hero and vice prez" but he also has some tint of blush across his cheeks

so idk fast forward to graduation where Todo's been holding onto these feelings for Momo since first year and iimomo is still very very likely

so its all cherry blossom petals flying around and congratulatory celebrations

and when Todo sees Momo amongst the sakura trees smiling like he's never seen before (bc they're finally officially heroes!!) he thinks she’s beautiful

but just as he's about to approach her, Iida approaches her and Todo can see she's blushing and he knows its really not good to eavesdrop on one of his best friends and the girl he likes

But... he's curious.

or so he lies to himself.

Ofc what he hears isnt what he ever wants to,,,,

cuz Iida just confessed to her.

and she feels the same.

and a star tear slips from Todo's eye as he walks away.

he stops mid step as he touches his cheek bc he didnt even realize he was crying

but what are these tears??? What’s happening?? He's never had these before bc even though Todo is an emotional crier, he doesn’t cry that often.. only when he is completely overwhelmed with emotion

so he has this dumbfounded expression staring at his fingers as these star tears are twinkling out of his eyes catching sunlight and sakura petals

until he hears "Youre a fucking idiot" from a few steps away

Bakugou.

(Baku really likes eavesdropping ok its not the first time lol)

Baku: theyre called star tears.

Todo: You know what these are?

Baku: it happens when you like someone and that person doesnt like you back, idiot.

Todo: ... oh.

Baku: get that shit sorted or you'll go blind

(And for those who are curious, yes maaaayyybe Bakugou has a case of the stars in this timeline too, that’s how he knows. To whom? I'll let you decide bc honestly, I just want todobaku brotp bonding over unrequited love)

so now Todo thinks he might be fucked. One of his best friends confessed to the girl he likes too and she likes him back and now Todo has this disease that might make him go blind and might get in the way of heroing (which they've all secured post graduation positions by now) and what can he do about it?

nothing, says the doctor he sees. The disease is not curable and the only way to stop it is to have your feelings returned else you'll go colour blind and then completely blind, so he's told.

ya he's really fucked.

maybe its a good thing then, that he doesnt cry often. It makes it easier to ice over these feelings, freeze them in time with the memories of U.A.; of his last congratulations to her and her smile at the end of the ceremony an hour after he overheard that confession

maybe its another good thing that right after graduation, everyone went off to their own positions as side kicks with agencies across japan, focusing on heroing

but its 3 months after graduation that Iida tells Deku and Todoroki that he is seeing Momo when they meet up every Friday to catch up

its 6 months after graduation that its publicly announced in Hero Magazine that Ingenium and Creati are dating

its 9 months after graduation that he sees Iida and Momo attending the Hero Association's rising stars gala as a couple and are seated at the same table as them

(Bakugou is scowling at him across the table.)

Todo tries. He really does. To be happy for them.

but he's angry at himself that he can't be happy for them. That it saddens him to see Momo glowing under the ballroom lights but its not himself to make her shine like that, its Iida. That he sees she is the one to make Iida genuinely happy in the way his eyes light up when he smiles at her.

and all three times Todo goes home, lies down alone in his room, an arm slung across his forehead as the star tears leak from his eyes.

he starts to lose seeing colour at 12 months.

after 24 months he needs glasses for colour correction (and ironically gets a sponsorship with the brand. The fashion magazines print headlines for weeks "Hot-Cold Hero Shouto Fall Fashion! See page 7 spread for his newest spotted specks and turtle necks")

at 36 months Iida breaks the news. Iida's gonna propose to Yaoyorozu and wants him, Deku, and his brother to be his groomsmen

she said yes.

and a part of Todo washes away with the star tears flooding him room and twinkling against the tatami.

he tries to stay out of the wedding planning as much as possible. He'll go to the tuxedo fittings as requested and still keep up hearing the updates when seeing Iida and Deku for their weekly get together on Friday nights.

But for anything involving Momo's presence, there will always be a "sorry i have a mission that week", "sorry im visiting my mom", "sorry Endeavor needs to see me about the agency"

... all excuses Bakugou knows, but the others pay no mind. They are rising heroes near the top of the billboard by now

month 48. Wedding day.

she's stunning. Gorgeous. A near goddess walking down the aisle on her big day.

but she's not walking down for him. No its for iida.

there was the ceremony, the cheers, the congratulations, the reception. Fairy lights around the dance floor and along the walls, champagne glittering after the sound of a cork

Todoroki stands off to against the wall as the night dies down, a glass in hand, watching the newly weds grace the dance floor.

someone slides up beside him, he feels the presence. Bakugou.

"She's beautiful isnt she?"

"Yeah."

. . .

a star tear falls from Todoroki's eyes, twinkle hidden among the fairy lights and champagne glitter.

she's beautiful, but maybe its a good thing I can't see

somebody said: what if she knows everything that had happened and the reason why he couldn't continue his career is bc of her?

me: ok you’re asking for it

Momo, 3 months pregnant with iimomo baby, announces with Iida the news to their friends

the soon to be parents want to choose godparents for the baby so Iida gets to choose the baby’s godmother and Momo gets to choose the godfather

and ofc along with the announcement Momo asks Todoroki to be the kid’s godfather

he can’t say no to her.

the same week later Todo and Momo's agencies are requested to deal with this one villain case while Ingenium's agency deals with another in another town (later turns out the cases were connected)

small talk, civil, very professional between Momo and Todo when they’re in the debriefing

at this point Todo's pretty much completely blind and uses some special contact lenses from Hatsume to help "see"

but the contact lenses can only do so much as to detect light movement and shadows and it reallllllllly doesnt work well when he's using his fire

so Todo already had tossed around the idea of running away to the mountains like Roy did in the FMA 2003 ending, "mysteriously" retiring bc really his vision cannot keep up

until this last mission with Momo

and really its been nearly a decade now since they last worked together side by side (not since U.A. he thinks).. so just let the blind man be selfish one last time

and so smth smth missiom happens, Todo and Momo fighting side by side

but Momo senses there’s something off with Todo's movements? His reflexes are slower.. it doesnt seem like he's prediciting the opponents moves like he used to.. he's more so reacting and retaliating than attacking..

she chalks it up to that they havent fought side by side in a long time and his style must’ve changed and really, she doesnt know him anymore... not like she used to

smth smth 3 months pregnant Momo gets hurt, knocked unconscious for a bit

Todo saves her

and when she comes to, while Todo's holding her, star tears fall onto her cheek from Todo's eyes.

She's shocked. Reaches up to gently graze a finger tip at his left cheek.

"Todoroki-san, these are?"

and again its like Todo didnt realize he was crying. He jerks away from her hand and brushes her off with "its nothing”. Changes the subject with "are you ok?"

Momo: yes.. i think so

Todo: and the baby?

Momo, sitting up: we're ok I think

Todo, moving away: good

the mission concludes and they meet up with Ingenium’s group to wrap up the two ends. Todo slips away before Iida and Momo and approach him

theres no activity from Todoroki for the next month

neither Iida, Deku or anyone else in 1A know where he went except the Hero Association's vague comment on "Hot Cold Hero Shouto has taken a sudden indefinite hiatus"

(Only Todo’s family knows and Endeavor asked the Association to say "hiatus" instead of "retirement" bc Enji wants to believe in his son making a comeback. He didnt stop Shouto from taking off)

and ofc Momo upon hearing this is so confused??? Her last mission with him was the last time she saw him and he was crying. Why was he crying? Strange star tears twinkling and landing on her cheeks? What even is that phenomenon?

its too many questions and ofc Momo's gonna investigate. For the sake of her friend.

so she digs up all the texts she can find on star tears. Internet search all the possibilities. Consults the doctors at the hospital. Even asks Tenya if Todoroki has been acting strangely during their weekly catch ups.

but Tenya tells her Todoroki hasnt been the the meet ups since after their wedding

so she asks anyone in their pro hero circle of associates she can think of. Tsukiyomi, Burnin', heros from his agency, anyone she can think of that has worked with Todoroki before and could comment on his behaviour

no body knows. No body noticed anything different either. Sure there were some off days but the Hot Cold Hero Shouto was always on his game being one of the top 3 heroes on the billboard charts

she searches and searches, splitting time interviewing colleagues and researching the possible star tears phenomenon

until eventually her search takes her to...

Bakugou.

Of course.

Momo, pleading: please Bakugou, you know something about him dont you?

Bakugou, who at this point had been very careful trying not to get cornered knowing her investigation: save it pony tail, you’re about to have a baby. Go have people harass you about that brat in your oven instead of harassing other people

Momo, nearly begging: please. You and I both know he's strong and a good hero that would not suddenly retire. Whatever he is doing, he might need help.. please tell me Bakugou.

... theres something about pregnant women that you cant say no to.

Bakugou, relenting: tch. The half ass is somewhere in Yokohama

and thats all she needs nearly running waddling (as fast as a pregnant woman could) out the door

Bakugou, calling out after her, still reluctant: when find that half ass, i suggest you throw him a gift. Literally. Throw it at him. He deserves it.

she finds him along the port, watching the sunset in Yokohama (its really not that hard to find someone with heterochromia and two tone hair in a city, especially if youre a hero that knows what methods heroes will use to go incognito)

and for some inkling of a feeling, Momo takes Bakugou's advice. She has a carton of strawberry milk in hand.

Momo, a few feet away from him: Todoroki-san, it's been a while.

Todo, turning his head in her direction: Yaoyorozu...?

Momo, sadly smiling: the sunset is beautiful here isnt it?

Todo, brows furrowing: .. sure. Yaoyorozu what are you doing here--

Momo, interrupting him: --i brought some snacks. Strawberry milk, you liked this while we were in school right? Catch.

she tosses it at him.

he tries to reach out.

But he'es completely off. And misses

Momo, sad: Todoroki-san. You're blind, arent you?

Todo, guilty: ah.

Momo, tearing up: will you please tell me?

he still can say no to her and confesses his story

and when he's finished telling the tale of star tears, the stars above are twinkling too

she's crying and choking and sobbing through tears and its intensified by baby Iida with pregnancy hormones

But the last thing she manages to croak out at the very least is still wholly her

She apologizes

“Im so sorry Todoroki- san. I cant love you that way.”

“I know.”

END NOTES:

red is the last color Todoroki wanted to lose because it reminds him of Momo

during missions, as long as he could see her, “that’s ok” he thought. she is the only one he sees in color. that is okay with him

to him, Momo is his shining star. And there’s something tragically poetic of him losing his sight to the stars if its for his shining star Momo

He leaves the last stars in a tiny little jar like those paper stars as a gift for her with just the words on a note "goodbye Momo" the day after she finds him in Yokohama

Momo has the jar of stars forever on her bedside and looks at them with this melancholy expression. Baby Iida grows up and asks mom: "what is that jar of stars?"

Momo responds: "a gift from someone that was blinded by love"

Bakugou in this timeline had a case of star tears too but I'd like to think he got his feelings requited so he never went blind to contrast Todo

So thats why Baku is (begrudgingly) sympathetic to Todo cuz he thinks: “that could’ve been me”

The ending shot of a blind Todoroki in a dark room, all alone, eyes closed, thinking back to Momo's shining smile from UA surrounded by star light with a sad smile on his face and it fades to black

> archives masterpost

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ageofevermore · 4 years

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1-100 baby, let’s do this!

1. What is you middle name?

Mackenze (mackenzie not fucking mackenz ro)

2. How old are you?

16 (almost 17)

3. When is your birthday?

December 26

4. What is your zodiac sign?

Capricorn

5. What is your favorite color?

Purple

6. What’s your lucky number?

7. Do you have any pets?

8. Where are you from?

New Jersey (i mean i’m african america + german + irish)

9. How tall are you?

4’11

10. What shoe size are you?

9 ½

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Over 17 ...

12. What was your last dream about?

i have the weirdest fucking dreams ever, but im pretty sure it had something to do with my going back to in person school but ending up at ikea and then their was a Princess bounce house and i saw a little girl i know but then i ran away because i missed my marketing class and cried bc we were drawing octopuses and i got an F... like what the hell is that?!

13. What talents do you have?

none :)

14. Are you psychic in any way?

i mean i have been known to predict a pregnancy...

15. Favorite song?

WAP? (i have a lot man)

16. Favorite movie?

I HATE movies, but like anything Marvel

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

Idk man, Tom Holland?

18. Do you want children?

Yes, 100%

19. Do you want a church wedding?

Lol, no thanks

20. Are you religious?

Nope

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yes! It’ s one of my favorite places (that sounds horrible but like, i’ve just always enjoyed it their and find it mesmerizing? Also Greys..)

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

Yes, but like really old ones who i don’t even know the name of, oh and the cop from one of the Spiderman movies :)

24. Baths or showers?

Showers

25. What color socks are you wearing?

I’m not wearing socks

26. Have you ever been famous?

Nope

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Yeah

28. What type of music do you like?

Country, Showtunes, Pop, some Rap, Alternative

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

I don’t own real pillows, but i do have a body pillow and like a throw pillow...

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

On my side of my stomach

32. How big is your house?

It’s a ranch, not that big. 3 bedroom, 1 ½ bath

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

I don’t eat breakfast

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

A nerf gun...

35. Have you ever tried archery?

Nope

36. Favorite clean word?

Orgasmic

37. Favorite swear word?

Twatwaffle, Cuntasaurous, Bitch, Dick, Pussy, Fuck

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Around 48 hours

39. Do you have any scars?

Yup (my favorite ones my boob one bc its the only one i got and it wasn’t because i was being a complete idiot…)

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

It wasn’t a fucking secret this boy is obvious as all hell

41. Are you a good liar?

Yes

42. Are you a good judge of character?

Yeah

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

Yup

44. Do you have a strong accent?

I don’t think so

45. What is your favorite accent?

British

46. What is your personality type?

Mediator INFP-T (mind 64% introverted, energy 63% intuitive, nature 63% feeling, tactics 75% prospecting, identity 75% turbulent)

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

idk

48. Can you curl your tongue?

Yes

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

Middle!

50. Left or right handed?

Right

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Yes, get the fuck away from me demons

52. Favorite food?

PASTA

53. Favorite foreign food?

chinese ..?

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

Messy and i hate it

55. Most used phrased?

The fuck?

56. Most used word?

Fuck

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

Could take 5 minutes could take 2 ½ hours, and i never wear makeup so don’t even try to start with me about how it takes hours to do makeup, i just genuinely enjoy sitting under blazing hot water in the shower

58. Do you have much of an ego?

I mean, i dont think so?

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

Suck

60. Do you talk to yourself?

yes , i have like two irls and they never wanna hang our already have plans so im my own company 97% of the time

61. Do you sing to yourself?

ALL THE TIME

62. Are you a good singer?

No, i mean i’m good, but i’m also nowhere near professional

63. Biggest Fear?

Being alone, being rejected...

64. Are you a gossip?

I mean, i do enjoy some tea time, but i also feel anxious half the time when tea is being spilled lol

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

...American Assassin? Is that dramatic? Endgame? Whats a dramatic movie?!

66. Do you like long or short hair?

LONG LONG LONG

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Bitch, i can’t even name like 12

68. Favorite school subject?

English

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Extroverted Introvert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

71. What makes you nervous?

People...

72. Are you scared of the dark?

Yes, tf, if you aren’t I don’t trust you

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

No, if i did I would be correcting people 73 times a day when they say my name

74. Are you ticklish?

Sometimes, in some places. I can turn it off

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

Lol, i mean, maybe?

77. Have you ever drank underage?

I am the queen of drinking at family parties

78. Have you ever done drugs?

No, but i wanna get high.

79. Who was your first real crush?

Justin Bieber, but like Harry Styles was two weeks later...i was 6

80. How many piercings do you have?

5 technically

81. Can you roll your Rs?“

Yes

82. How fast can you type?

Yes

83. How fast can you run?

I don’t run, tf

84. What color is your hair?

Brown

85. What color is your eyes?

Idk, they were blue, then they were green, then they were hazel, now i think they’re just brown :(

86. What are you allergic to?

Human interaction… but no my favorite flowers, Lilly’s

87. Do you keep a journal?

88. What do your parents do?

My mom was a teacher, and my dad used to work at the DMV

89. Do you like your age?

No, you don’t understand how badly i want to vote

90. What makes you angry?

Ignorance and Selfishness

91. Do you like your own name?

No, but it’s been growing on my ig

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

Yes! I have two lists, one of names I love and another of names i’d be willing to agree to if my partner doesn’t like my favorites.

Girls; Olivia, Amelia, Hazel, Leila, Charlotte, Cove

Boys: Brett, Lincoln, Landon

Unisex; Anderson, Montgomery, Maverick, Ocean, Blake

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

Girl

94. What are you strengths?

Avoiding my problems like they don’t exist

95. What are your weaknesses?

ADD, anxiety, depression, i mean sorta PTSD i guess surrounding some situations

96. How did you get your name?

My dad named me after Kirsten Dunst (Kyrstin), and my middle name is Mackenze bc Marie is a family name but my mom said ‘lets be original’ bc literally like 6 girls in my family have the middle name Marie

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

No, but my great great great great great grandfather created the brick press

98. Do you have any scars?

Yes

99. Color of your bedspread?

Pink

100. Color of your room?

Grey

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daniallricciardo · 4 years

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fifty questions you’ve never been asked

I was tagged by @toenialls (always got my back w the tags, thanks boo!!!)

1. what is the colour of your hairbrush? pink

2. a food you never eat? i should get hate for this but I don’t really eat fruit, i had like a bad experience w a glass of apple juice when I was a kid and i literally have a mental block and find it really disgusting.

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too cold

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? Watching Get Out (again lol)

5. what is your favourite candy bar? does reese’s PB cups count? cause if so its those

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? ya! one of my favorite things to do actually

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? because im mad i have to write this paper!

8. what is your favourite ice cream? mint oreo

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? water

10. do you like your wallet? its fine but I keep way too many old gift cards and other stuff i don’t use in it so its always too thick

11. what was the last thing you ate? I just finished a sushi takeout dinner actually from our favorite small sushi place near us

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nope but i have been online shopping too much during quarantine :(

13. the last sporting event you watched? wow idk... its been so long because of everything being cancelled... It was probably a Bruins hockey game (my baes)

14. what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? I really just like classic butter and salt

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? @angelikaosiniak 🥰

16. ever go camping? ya im not like a camper but ive done it... last time I did it was actually on Easter Island which was absolutely amazing

17. do you take vitamins? HA no

18. do you go to church every sunday? no i dont believe in anything

19. do you have a tan? nah man i am extremely pale... but i do have a tan line on my stomach from when i literally FRIED myself to death last november... such bad decisioons

20. do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? chinese 4sure

21. do you drink your soda with a straw? ya if its a fountain drink, with a straw for sure

22. what colour socks do you usually wear? I have literally a full rainbow of sock colors but i guess my most common would be dark gray

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? hahahhha yes... especially on the highway whoops

24. what terrifies you? never finding love

25. look to your left, what do you see? my bedroom mirror

26. what chore do you hate? folding laundry oh my lord

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? hahaha idk... crikey?

28. what’s your favourite soda? mmmmm diet coke (way better than regular coke)

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? i actually dont eat a lot of fast food but i guess drive through?

30. who’s the last person you talked to? my dad

31. favourite cut of beef? hmmmm i guess a filet

32. last song you listened to? everything i wanted - billie eilish

33. last book you read? I mean i have read every fic on earth recently but the last book i finished was The Testaments by Margaret Atwood

34. favorite day of the week? Friday

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? i just tried it and it wasnt fast but i think i did it so fun

36. how do you like your coffee? mostly just a splash of soymilk

37. favourite pair of shoes? my white adidas sneakers

38. at what time do you normally go to bed? 12am-2am

39. at what time do you normally get up? 9-11 am usually, at school usually between 8 and 9:30 tho.

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets

41. how many blankets are on your bed? 2 + my weighted blanket

42. describe your kitchen plates? at school mine are a cool painted blue at home they are pretty plain white

43. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? tequila 😍

44. do you play cards? um... i guess? its not like a hobby but I do like to play

45. what colour is your car? red

46. can you change a tire? i guess technically i could

47. what is your favourite state/province? i love where im from (MA) but i just need it to be dropped into Arizona-like weather. I love Arizona but couldnt live there for politics reasons lol

48. favourite job you’ve ever had? i guess i worked in a retail store for a summer (it wasnt fun but i got to make a huge set of friends which made it worth it)

49. how did you get your biggest scar? oooh this is a fun one!! When i was 10 I Fell ice skating and someone ran over my pinky finger!!! It didnt cut off but to this day I can’t bend it.

50. what did you do today that made someone else happy? I did the dishes so my mom could focus on the movie we were watching!

This was really fun actually, a good time filler too lol. I will tag @angelikaosiniak @amystiago @spellniall @b99peraltiago @cheddar-the-dog @vic-kovac @fourdrinkjake @jimmysjabs @jakesorangesoda @kamekamelea if you’re interested i would love to read about y’all!!

#thanks for taggin!#this was fun #tag #tag game #about me #toenialls

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comphersjost · 5 years

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Hooked ➸ Morgan Rielly

this is so??? long??? i didnt mean for it to get so long but here we are ig

ALSO i know the scenes with her friends are a little different from what i usually write, but thats honestly how i am with my own friends so i wrote it from my personal experience. let me know what you think!

also keep in mind that the reader is a woc and so are her friends (again, based off of personal experiences, and slang is how we talk where i grew up)

based off of the song hooked by why don’t we

words: 3.5k+

summary: you didn’t expect to run into the Maple Leafs captain at your favorite little bar in New York, but you did. you’re a die hard Rangers fan, and now he’s set on convincing you that not all of Toronto is so bad.

warnings: smut, morgan is a cocky bastard, alcohol, woc reader, hoodrat antics and slang (based off where im from, idk if its the same in ny but yk)

find my masterlist here

listen to hooked by why don’t we here

Ooh... (you got a bad... you got... you got, yeah)

You’d met Morgan at a bar after the Leafs had playing the Rangers. You were out with a couple friends at a bar after getting dinner at some drive thru and eating and laughing at a viewpoint that your group loved. In had come a group of men, not one under 6’0. You hated yourself for recognizing them immediately. Growing up watching most professional sports caused you to recognize prospects and players of each of them, and to be specifically able to recognize the build of each type of athlete.

You’d locked eyes with Morgan across the room, and a smirk had pulled at his lips when he saw the Rangers hoodie that you were wearing, along with gray ripped jeans. You and your friends had dressed comfortable, not looking to get all dressed up for anyone. All of you were wearing jeans or leggings, and hoodies.

“What’s up, Y/N? You good?” your friend Justine nudges you, dragging your eyes back to her.

You lean in to her so she can hear your next words. “Hockey players,” you murmur. “From Toronto.” Your friend wrinkles her nose in disgust. You’d all grown up together, diehard fans of your city’s teams. The two of you look back over at the group, who had now dragged two tables together to fit everyone. You catch Morgan’s eye again, and this time he smiles wickedly, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip and dragging his eyes up and down your figure.

“That one looks like he wants to fuck you in his car.” You let out a burst of laughter at her words, though you know she’s not exactly wrong. “That’s the captain isn’t it? Morgan Rielly?” You only nod in response, not breaking eye contact with him - a challenge. He beckons for you to come over there, but you only sneer at him, turning back to the conversation at the table.

It isn't long until you can feel a presence at your back. “Hi,” comes a deep rumbling from behind you. You turn to look up at him.

“Morgan Rielly,” you say shortly. Your girls have gone quiet, watching the interaction with wide eyes.

“Hot Rangers fan,” he responds, the teasing in his tone clear.

“Good game, Cap” Justine chirps, the disdain clear in her voice. Morgan’s face breaks out into a wide smile. The game had gone into a shootout, the Leafs coming out on top by only one goal.

“Thank you!” he says cheerfully, grinning at the compliment even at Justine’s passive aggressiveness. “It was tough and we both played well.” Justine rolls her eyes, clicking her tongue at you and raising her eyebrows. You do the same back to her, a smirk playing at your lips. After the interaction between you and Justine, the other girls seem to catch on. The 6 of you were all athletes and had used clicking your tongue as a way to communicate that you were feeling some type of way about someone, something, or the opposing team since high school. It was you, Justine, Aly, Lauren, Jalin, and Deja.

You've got a bad reputation in my neighborhood

You drive me mad with temptation 'cause it tastes so good

Morgan brushes his knuckles against your arm to catch your attention. “What’s your name?” You tell him and he repeats it, causing an involuntary shiver to run down your back, straight to your core. “Can I buy you a drink?” Justine snorts next to you, and you smile knowingly at her.

“That's pretty bold of you,” you say.

“Oh yeah?” Morgan challenges, “Why’s that?”

“You’re in Ranger’s territory-” Justine sneers.

“-you’re definitely out of your element-” Aly continues.

“-with a big ass ego flirting with our girl here-” Jalin hums.

“-and we’re pretty obviously Rangers fans-” Lauren says.

“-after a pretty tough loss,” Deja quips. “So maybe that’s where all your confidence is coming from but-”

“-this is our hood,” you finish. “And you’re playing a dangerous game.”

You know I wouldn't walk away even if I could

It took one night, one try, ay

Damn, I'm hooked (oh)

“Your hood, huh?” an amused, and slightly awed, smile plays on his lips. “I play a dangerous game for a living, Y/N, one I’m pretty good at, in fact. I think I can handle you. All of you, actually. Even with this weird in sync thing you girls have going on here.”

“We’re just on the same wavelength,” you grin at your friends, and they all smile back at you and smirk at Morgan.

“One drink?” Morgan wagers, “If you decide that you can’t handle my stupidly handsome and talented self, then you’re welcome to leave me wherever I am.”

“One drink,” you say, nudging Justine with your elbow as you stand. Morgan’s hand on your back feels hot, even through multiple layers as he leads you to the bar. You raise an eyebrow when he pulls a stool out for you, and he simply shrugs, giving you a small smile that almost seems...shy.

You were there when I was low, you held me high

And, baby, when you take control, we can go all night

Morgan was a lot more fun than you had been expecting, he made you laugh until you were in tears. But he also made you shudder when he looked at you, eyes gone dark. Your stomach knotted itself, the low ache of arousal in your core making it difficult to focus on what he was saying.

There were times when his teammates would come up to whisper something in his ear, and you would be thrown back into reality. No matter how fine and funny he is, this man is a Leaf. But then he’d look back at you with those eyes and bite his lip and all of those thoughts flew out the window.

Needless to say, he’d asked you to come back to his hotel, and spent hours with his head between your thighs. He murmured praises against your skin, along with “C’mon, come for me, the Leafs don’t seem all that bad now, huh?”

“Fuck you!” you groaned, tugging at his hair.

“As you wish.” You wanted to slap the grin off Morgan’s face, but then he was sinking into you and oh shit. He was long and thick and felt so good. “Fuuuuuck, Y/N,” he moans, “You feel so fucking good, baby.” He was intent on making you admit that not all the Leafs were as bad as you thought, and you spent the rest of the whining and squirming underneath him.

Every single place we go, you start a fight

But then you kiss my neck and take a bite

Morgan had come back multiple times over the course of the next 6 months, inexplicably finding you every time. Granted, you frequented the bar he’d first seen you at many times. But somehow the night always ended with the two of you in either his hotel room or your apartment. He stopped trying to bring up hockey after the fourth time you’d fucked, knowing that as much as it helped rile you up so he could bring you back down with wet kisses pressed into your neck, it pissed you off.

Something you found out on the first night, was that Morgan loved to bite. He had a thing for marking ‘what was his’ as he put it, but with your brain foggy with arousal, you chose to overlook the comment. Besides, you liked being marked up by him, it gave you something to keep from him every time he left again. He was good, an attentive lover, and everything you wanted in a partner. But again, he was a Leaf, and it wouldn't work.

Everybody says I'm sleeping with the enemy

I don't even care if you're gonna be the death of me, me, me

You hated Toronto, the thought of moving there made you sick. And worse, Morgan would be there. The one-turned two-turned three-turned however many night stands with the Maple Leafs captain had only strengthened your cold feet about taking this position in Toronto. It wasn’t the fact that you were moving, you’d moved many times in your life, but New York would always be home.

“You sure you’ll be okay over there?” Jalin’s concerned voice came through your phone. A chorus of questions came after that from the rest of the girls.

“Don't worry, Jay,” you respond, placing the call on speaker so you could move some boxes around, “All of you, don't worry. It’s not super permanent, and I’ll be back eventually.” You could tell that Jalin didn't believe a single word out of your mouth, and honestly, neither did you. But this was too good of an opportunity to pass up in your company, and you’d be damned if your hate for the city and its sports teams was going to keep you from taking it.

“You let us know if you need us okay?” Deja piped up, “You know we’ll get over there ASAP. We’ll drive or fly it doesn't matter.”

“I know Dej, I love you guys, but I’ll be okay.” After assuring your friends that you’d be alright, multiple times, you ended the call, placing your hands on your hips and surveying the boxes piled up in your new apartment. You’d avoided thinking about Morgan for weeks, since you got the offer for a promotion, but now he’d snuck back into your head. You shook your head to clear thoughts of running into him here, pulling on a Rangers hoodie and grabbing your keys. Besides, it wasn't like there was anything you could do about it, you didn't even have his number.

You've got a bad reputation in my neighborhood

You drive me mad with temptation 'cause it tastes so good

You pause the music coming through your headphones when you walk into a coffee shop two blocks away from your apartment, lingering awkwardly near to the door as you survey your options on the menu behind the bar. You jump when a pair of arms wrap around your upper body, pulling you against a strong chest that felt all too familiar.

“Looks like you’re in my hood now,” he hums, dropping his head to your shoulder. “What do you think you’re doing walking around wearing a Rangers hoodie in Leafs territory?”

“Hello to you too, Morgan,” you lean back against the giant of a man behind you, letting your hands trail over his bare forearms.

“Mmmm,” he drops kisses along your neck and jaw. “What’re you doing in Toronto?”

“Work,” you turn around in his arms as you answer. “Got a promotion offer that I couldn't refuse.” Morgan’s eyes light up.

“Congratulations!” he grins at you, “And welcome to Toronto. Let me buy you coffee? I can show you around?”

You know I wouldn't walk away even if I could

It took one night, one try, ay

Damn, I'm hooked

You should've said no. You should've said no. But you didn't. Because you couldn't resist him, he was like a drug that you couldn't escape. The feeling of his lips alone was enough to get you addicted, much less his arms, his voice, his thighs, his hands, his cock...

Ooh... I'm hooked

You let Morgan pay for your coffee as well as his own, and he made conversation as you waited for your drinks, asking you about your job, the move, and your new apartment.

Ooh... I know that I shouldn't touch but you twist my arm

'Cause I can never get enough once the feeling starts

You shouldn't have taken his hand when he offered it to you leaving the café. You shouldn't have let him lead you through the streets of Toronto. You shouldn't have let him point out tourist attractions, and good restaurants, and his favorite places in the city as you walked.

Baby, I'm the gasoline and your kiss is the spark

But then you take the wheel and crash my car

You shouldn't have let him walk you home. You shouldn't have let him keep holding your hand. You shouldn't have let him kiss you.

And you shouldn't have invited him in.

Everybody says I'm sleeping with the enemy

I don't even care if you're gonna be the death of me, me, me

Mo didn't seem to mind the mess of unpacked boxes stacked around your living room, too focused on finding the one spot on your neck that made you lose your breath.

“Bedroom?” he mumbles, not waiting for an answer before biting down roughly on your neck.

“Fuck, Morgan,” you whine, “Down the hall, last door.” You’re too small for him to keep bending down to kiss you, even on your tippy-toes, so he just picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist. He takes his time making his way down the hallway, content to just kiss you and mark you up.

“I love how tiny you are,” he hums after leaving another hickey. “Makes it easy to move you when I fuck you.”

You moan out at his words before saying, “Everybody’s tiny compared to you, Mo.”

He pulls back a moment to look at you in surprise. He’s standing in the doorway of your bedroom, still holding you, when he says, “Are you - oh my god, are you chirping me?” You huff at the lack of contact and drop your lips to his neck without an answer. “Oh shit honey,” he groans while you suck on his neck. “You markin’ me up? Huh? Like marking your territory? Yeah, I bet - fuck.” You cut him off by sinking your teeth into his shoulder and that’s definitely gonna hurt in the morning.

You've got a bad reputation in my neighborhood

You drive me mad with temptation 'cause it tastes so good

Mo’s got you on your back, your shirt is still on, hoodie thrown on the bed next to you, and he’s dragging your jeans down your legs when your phone rings. You whine when Morgan pauses to grab your phone from the pocket of your discarded hoodie, glancing at the screen before handing it to you.

“It’s Jalin, answer it.” The command is short, and then his lips are on your thighs, pulling your jeans the rest of the way off.

“Mo-”

“Answer it.”

“Hey J, what’s up?” you know you sound breathless as you answer, but you hope she’ll over look it.

“Hey, Y/N-”

“Put it on speaker,” Morgan murmurs against your skin. You gape down at him but do as you’re told.

“Look, I know you said you’re all good in Toronto,” she starts, and you know that she’s alone now, the other girls probably having left. “But I just - you gotta be careful, ma, you’re in enemy territory now, you can’t go around reppin’ NY.”

“J, I’m not stupid,” you answer, trying to keep your voice under control as Mo trails his lips closer to the center of your thighs. “I can handle it, imma keep reppin’ and you know I’ll just fucking deck anyone if they try and start something they can’t finish.”

Morgan chuckles softly against your core, causing you to squirm at the warm gust of air that washes over you. “Shut the fuck up,” you say before you can stop yourself.

“Uh, what?” Shit.

“Yikes,” Morgan says, loud enough so that Jalin can here.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, are you with Morgan?” Jalin sounds exasperate, but not surprised.

“Yeah Jay, and you’re on speaker-oh shit.” You force a whine down as Morgan wraps his lips around your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth.

“Y/N, are you-? You know what, nevermind,” Jalin groans. “Call me back when you’re done fucking the enemy’s captain.”

“Got it,” you say quickly, ending the call as soon as the words are out of your mouth. “Oh, fuck, Mo, yeah, just like that.” Morgan seems to glow at your praise, humming as he sucks harder on your clit and drags two fingers along your slit.

“They know about us?” Morgan murmurs against your core, curling his fingers so that your back arches and a breathy moan escapes your lips. Us. He thought of you two as an us? Before you can get too wrapped up in your head he shoves another finger inside you, growling, “I asked you a question.”

You cry out at the action. “Yes, yes they do,” you whine, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair. “They knew after the first ni - fuck - first night. We - oh shit please - we don't keep secrets.”

He doesn't answer, only humming against your cunt again and whispering “Oh shit honey, I missed how good you taste.” You can only whine again, rocking your hips up towards his mouth. Morgan growls and lands a sharp slap on your thigh, making you yelp, before splaying his hand across your stomach to hold you down.

“You’re gonna come,” Morgan states - it’s not a question - “You’re gonna come for me, baby, all over my fingers and my face.” His fingers curl again, the pads of his fingertips pressing into your g-spot while his thumb presses down on your clit. You feel like he's holding you from the inside out and the pleasure is almost too much, thrashing against his hold.

You know I wouldn't walk away even if I could

It took one night, one try, ay

“Hold still,” Morgan snarls, holding you in place so that you can't escape. Even if you could, you're not sure that you would. You sob out, desperate for him to make you come, but everything is so much, too much. You can't stop yourself from squirming against his grips, the obscene sound of his mouth on your wetness and little gasps leaving your mouth - “ah, ah, ah” - the only noise in the room.

You scream when Morgan nips at your clit, the slight pain from his teeth only adding to your downfall. “Please, Mo, pleasepleasepleaseplease,” you moan, scrambling to hold onto him, push him away from your cunt. “Too much, too much, please.” He only growls again, keeping you pinned down with impossibly strong arms and sucking roughly at your clit. You let out a shrieking moan as you’re thrown into orgasm, the peak ripping through you so hard that you go blind for what seems like forever.

Morgan doesn't let up, his fingers cruelly continuing their exploration of your walls and his tongue circling your clit. Even as you start to come down, Morgan doesn't slow, intent on torturing you into another orgasm. “Fuck, Mo, please, I can't-”

“You can and you will,” Morgan growls. “Shut up and take it.”

You can’t say no to him. You don't want to say no to him.

So you let him bring you to the edge again, and again, and again. He makes you come with his tongue another 3 times, not once letting up to give you a break, and then he fucked you through another two orgasms, collapsing beside you when he finally came inside you.

Damn, I'm hooked

Ooh... I'm hooked

“How long are you staying?” Morgan murmurs against your skin later. You’d spent a couple hours in bed after your little escapade, though you should have been unpacking. His lips and tongue and fingers had been tracing patterns into your skin all over your body.

“Indefinitely,” you whispered into his hair. Morgan could most likely sense your sadness at the thought, and looks up at you with soft eyes.

“Hey,” he croons, cupping your cheek. “It’s not so bad here. I know it’s not New York, but you’re not totally alone, sweetheart, you’ve got me.”

“Mo,” you sigh, giving in to the soft kiss Morgan places on your lips, before he buries his face in your neck again. “Every time we’ve run into each other has been circumstantial, I’m not gonna wait around waiting to bump into you at a coffee shop or bar again.”

“Well then,” he hums, and you can feel his smile against the soft skin of your neck. “Y/N I-don’t-know-your-last name, I would like to take this moment to formally ask you for your phone number. Will you do me the honor of putting your number in my phone?”

“Ask me later, when I wake up,” you whisper, slowly drifting off, “I might say yes.”

You got me under your influence

I swear I'm never gonna give you up, up, up, up, up, up, up!

Morgan took you for breakfast the next morning. And then he took you for coffee the day after. And kissed you in front of your front door. And then offered to make you dinner at his place. And then kissed you again.

No matter what came up, he always made sure to check in and make sure you didn't get the chance to hate Toronto too much, especially not when he was with you. It was all too domestic and soft and you couldn't help the way he made you feel.

You've got a bad reputation in my neighborhood

You drive me mad with temptation 'cause it tastes so good

You know I wouldn't walk away even if I could

It took one night, one try, ay

Damn, I'm hooked

Your friends going to kill you, but you can’t help but smile every time you remember the first night, and thank yourself for letting Morgan take you home.

Ooh... I'm hooked

Ooh... I'm hooked, oh

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bangbaptan · 6 years

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*Mature Themes*

Genre: Angst/SMUT/Fluff

Member: Jungkook, mentions of the others

| PT. 1 | PT. 2 | PT. 3 | Pt. 4 |

Word Count: 5.4K

A/N: omg guys idk what i wrote...i’ve already accepted the fact that i’m going to hell but pls enjoy<3 I FEEL LIKE MY SMUT HAS SLIGHTLY IMPROVED IDK... ALSO IM ADDING A PART 4 BC I MISCALCULATED THE LENGTH OF THE STORY

You pulled at your bottom lip with your teeth as you looked wearily down at your phone waiting for it to ring again. Your phone had gone off three times within the last thirty minutes. You couldn’t help but breathe out a heavy sigh of relief when you read the name ‘RM’ instead of ‘Jungkook’.

Since the night you had run out on him, you had been avoiding Jungkook, having needed the time to sort out your feelings. You had consistently cancelled on your scheduled days and opted to meet with your other clients instead. You knew that what you were doing was extremely unprofessional but what was professionalism in a job like this? You could not help your inner turmoil as that night had left you questioning what he truly felt towards you. Were his feelings more lustful desire rather than those of love? It shouldn’t have mattered to you but it did. In fact, the realization of how important that answer was to you was what prevented you from meeting him. At this point, there was no use in denying the fact that you felt something for him. You had known from the start that this would happen, yet you had let it continue. You should’ve ended things on the first meeting. Things wouldn’t have gotten so messy.

“Hello, RM. How are you?” You asked after picking up.

“I’m fine. What I’m calling about is actually to know how you are?” He sighed, “Jungkook called earlier asking if I could apologize to you for him. Listen, I know it isn’t any of my business but what happened between the two of you?”

“It was nothing worth making a big deal out of…” you trailed off not knowing what else to say. It was the truth after all, something like making out in this business was purely child’s play.

“If that’s the case then why won’t you meet with him anymore?”

Namjoon was too perceptive, he could probably already guess what your problem was but was waiting for you to tell him yourself.

Seeing no good in lying, you confessed, “I developed feelings for him. I know as an escort that is the worst thing I could’ve done but the more time I spent with him, the more it became inevitable. I know it’s my fault and that I should’ve known better but it happened. Cutting things off with him is for the best.”

“For who? For him or for you?”

“For both of us,” you lied. It was really for you. You did not want to risk getting hurt, and at this point, a relationship with him would be full of risks, “anyway, can you please let him know that I won’t be seeing him anymore?”

“I’m not getting involved,” Namjoon said, “this is something the two of you need to work out between yourselves.”

Your lips turned down in a small frown. It was so like Namjoon to not intervene. He often seemed too wise for his age and offered advice better than anyone else you knew. You knew that what he was doing was what he saw as the right thing to do but you still weren’t happy with it.

“Fine,” you muttered, not bothering to hide your disappointment, “what’s your take on this anyway?”

Namjoon laughed, “there are no rules against escorts being in a relationship with their clients...and that’s all I’m going to say. Good-bye, Y/N.”

As if on cue, the second you hung up on RM, your phone began to ring again and the name you had come to dread seeing was written clearly across the screen.

You can do this Y/N, you tried to convince yourself as you finally swiped to answer. You waited for him to talk with bated breath.

“I’m surprised,” Jungkook said, “I didn’t expect you to actually pick up.”

You were giddy at having heard his voice after a while and you inwardly cursed at yourself for how easily you reacted to him. Get it together.

“I’m sorry,” is all you said, not really knowing what specifically you were apologizing for, and apparently your uncertainty made Jungkook curious too.

“For what exactly? Suddenly running out on me after getting me hard?” You felt yourself blush, “ Or is it for completely avoiding me? Both with our meetings and my phone calls.”

You bit your lip and instead of answering you asked, “why are you calling?”

“I think you know very well why I’m calling. What exactly did I do to make you so uncomfortable?” He asked and you could tell he was a little hurt by the tone in his voice.

You felt bad, “you didn’t do anything. The other night shouldn’t have happened, I let my emotions get the best of me.”

“It was just a kiss, Y/N,” he said exasperatedly.

“Yes, a kiss that would’ve led to a lot more if we had continued.”

“Nothing that you wouldn’t have wanted. I asked you and was ready to respect whatever decision you made and so when you kissed me back I took it as a yes. Was I wrong?”

“No.”

“Then?”

You sighed, “I don’t know, I just freaked out.”

The curiosity was evident in his voice, “why?”

Your mind easily came up with something to say. A lie with some truth to it, “I’ve done things to clients but I’ve never really let them touch me before.”

“Are you serious?” He breathed, somehow unable to believe it.

You nodded, “Yeah, the most I’ll let them do is grope me over clothes. I’m sorry for avoiding you.”

“You can make it up to me by letting me book you again.” He laughed, “how about tonight? Are you free?”

“I actually have an appointment with another client tonight.”

“You can’t cancel?”

You scoffed, “Jungkook.”

You could hear the grin in his voice, “fine. How about tomorrow then?”

Moon-sik had decided to take you to an expensive restaurant that night and you felt uncomfortable. You would have much rather gone somewhere more casual. The small portions of food were ridiculous and everything on the menu had a funny name.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages darling,” he mused, “I’ve missed you.”

You smiled, “my schedule has been busy lately, it’s just started to calm down.”

He nodded, “I understand. How about you come sit beside me? I much rather have you near me than across from me.”

You quirked an eyebrow but did as he requested. You came to regret your decision of obedience seconds after. You had not been sitting for even a minute before you felt one of his meaty hands on your thigh.

You laughed, trying to mask your distaste, “what are you doing?”

Unfortunately, he took your laugh as encouragement and moved his hand higher, “You’re so beautiful. Much more beautiful than my wife.”

You grimaced, “Moon-sik, you love your wife.”

“I do,” he hummed, “but I love your youthful body more.”

You began to feel more and more uncomfortable as the seconds passed by, “we’re at a restaurant, Moon-sik.”

“Doesn’t that make things more exciting? I’ll pay you double,” he bribed, trying to convince you to agree to his adulterous desires.

You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded softly, “okay.”

His cheeky grin made you want to run but you let him guide your hand to the growing bulge in his pants. He let go of your hand as he discreetly unzipped his fly, before wrapping your fingers around his small length.

Your cheeks burned dark pink in shame but, once again, he took it as a sign of your enjoyment, “that’s it darling, just like that.”

You quickened the pace of your hand and you were not sure what at that moment made you look up but you did and locked eyes with a very familiar set of chocolate brown eyes. Your eyes visibly widened as Jungkook held your stare. You noticed a man sitting across from him and quickly realized it was Taehyung. Of all places, you cursed. You couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment you felt. He knew exactly what was going on. There was no way he didn’t.

The sudden sound of a low groan beside you is what finally broke your staring contest. Turning to look at the man beside you, you tried to rid all thoughts of Jungkook at that moment. You were with another client.

“S-shit,” he muttered under his breath and it was then that you realized he was close. However, before he could even tell you, you heard someone clear their throat.

Your eyes flew up and if you didn’t already want to disappear you sure as hell did now. Why the fuck did he come over?

“Can I help you?” Moon-sik asked, slight irritation in his voice from having had his climax interrupted.

“I was wondering if I could speak to her,” he said signalling in your direction. You held your breath.

Moon-sik’s eyes raked over the younger man before turning to look at you, “do you know him?”

Your throat suddenly felt dry not knowing what the right way to respond was. Both men were looking at you expectantly. Your eyes met Jungkook’s and you knew you couldn’t face him right now. You quickly redirected your eyes back to Moon-sik, “I don’t. He must’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

You looked up at Jungkook with a fake polite smile and you saw his eyes narrow, “the lady must be right. Sorry about that.”

After returning to his seat, you silently let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

“Let’s go,” Moon-sik said as readjusted himself under the table, “I want to cum in your mouth.”

Following closely behind him, you could feel Jungkook’s burning stare on the back of your skull and it took every last bit of your self-control to not look back.

You had just finished washing up when your phone began to buzz.

“Hello,” you said, trying to keep your voice as even as possible.

“Y/N,” Jungkook slurred.

Your eyebrows scrunched together, “Jungkook, are you drunk?”

“Y-yes. No. Maybe a little.”

“Where’s Taehyung?” You asked hoping that he was nearby.

“Heshe’s gone to shleep.”

He was home then. You felt better knowing he was somewhere safe, “Jungkook drink some water and go to sleep.”

“No,” he said defiantly, his voice sounded almost childlike.

You rolled your eyes, “Jungkook you’re drunk and you need to sleep. Don’t you have work tomorrow?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, suddenly sounding sober he said, “come over.”

“It’s one in the morning Jungkook,” you tried to reason with him.

“Come or I’ll run around outside naked.”

You let out a hearty laugh after hearing his ridiculous threat, “I don’t understand how that affects me.”

“It does-sn’t.” He hiccuped, “but you’re too nice to let me humiliate myshelf like that.”

“I don’t know about that,” you said playfully.

“You owe it to me for pretending not to know me.”

Reminded again of what had happened earlier, you frowned, “I was with another client.”

“Come over,” he repeated, having paid no attention to your explanation.

You sighed at his persistence, “fine.”

You sent Hoseok a quick text and hurried to get ready.

“Well you're dressed awfully casual,” is the first thing Hoseok pointed out.

“Well this isn't exactly a formal meeting,” you said, moving towards the car. However, just before you opened the door you paused briefly seeing a new face sitting in the passenger’s seat. The woman was beautiful and must have been the same age as you. You looked at Hoseok silently asking for an introduction.

He looked confused for a couple of seconds before finally catching on.

“Ah! Sorry!” He exclaimed, “This is my girlfriend. We were on our way back from our date when you texted.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You said apologetically, “I didn’t mean to interrupt! I can find another way to get there.”

His girlfriend laughed and her smile almost matched the brightness of Hoseok’s, “don’t worry about it. I honestly don’t mind.”

Hoseok hummed grabbing your attention, “so where am I headed? Who are you meeting?”

“Um,” you hesitated. You knew his curiosity would be piqued, “Jungkook.”

You watched as his lips turned into a mischievous smile, “aha.”

You narrowed your eyes. You were expecting him to have said more, “aren't you curious?”

His smile widened, “should I be? Last time I asked, I recall you telling me nothing happened.”

Hoseok’s girlfriend turned around, “don’t worry about me. Pretend I’m not here.”

Her probing smile caused your resolve to crumble, “we kissed.”

Hoseok made a noise of disappointment, “wait. Is that all you did? You’re telling me that you avoided him for that long and you guys didn’t even fuck?” He breathed a sigh in false annoyance, “I’m disappointed.”

“I’m sorry for not living up to your expectations,” you laughed.

He just shook his head, “if your reaction to a kiss was that drastic, I take it you like him? Is this a booty call then?”

Amused you said, “no. He’s drunk and started acting like a brat, insisting I come over.” You could tell he didn’t fully believe you, but you didn’t bother trying to convince him otherwise.

Driving up the familiar driveway, you began to feel a little nervous; You hadn’t seen Jungkook in weeks.

Before getting out of the car Hoseok gave you a wink, “send me a text if you don’t intend on going home tonight.”

You glowered at him and his girlfriend laughed, “it was nice meeting you. I hope things go well!”

Thanking her, you got out and began making your way to the estate’s door. Just as you were about to ring the bell, the door shot open.

“Finally,” Jungkook breathed and your eyes widened at his frazzled state. Not giving you a chance to respond, he grabbed you by the hand and pulled you quickly inside. He must’ve not been as drunk as when he first called you as you noticed his walk being pretty balanced.

“Where are we going?” You asked as he began leading you upstairs. You had never been on the second floor.

“Bedroom,” is all he replied and just as you were about to ask ‘why’, he suddenly turned around. You came to a quick halt, nearly slamming right into him. You looked up at him, “are you okay? Do you feel like vomiting?”

His eyes were a little unfocused as he shook his head. You looked at him waiting for whatever it was he wanted, jumping a little in surprise when his fingers suddenly touched your cheek.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled before drawing his hand back and continuing the trek to his room. You stood still a few seconds, puzzled by how he was acting, before hurrying to follow him. Passing room after room, you marvelled at the size of the house. Still in awe, you barely noticed when he led you inside his room, shutting the door right after.

Looking at him, you found him already staring at you. You began to feel awkward as time went by with nothing said.

“Did you let that man fuck you?” He blurted suddenly.

“Of course not. How about you go to sleep?” You said, trying to ease the tension but he wasn’t having it.

“Did he touch you?” You didn’t answer.

“Answer me,” he said in a more serious tone that compelled you to respond.

“Yes, but barely.”

After hearing your answer, Jungkook closed most of the distance between the two of you. His eyes scanned the entirety of your body, “where? Where did he touch you?”

You didn’t understand what had gotten into him, “Jungkook, what’s this about?”

However, your refusal to answer only agitated him more and he cupped your cheek, “here?”

“No.”

“Here?” He said suddenly lowering his head to kiss your neck. Your eyes involuntarily fluttered shut and you should’ve pushed him away then but you didn’t, “no.”

His lips began to trail down the length of your neck, lips moving lower and lower until he was inches away from your breasts. Hearing your sudden intake of breath he kissed you over the fabric. His eyes flickered up to yours, “here?”

You urged your lips to move but they didn’t. Your silence more than answered his question though. You had only thrown on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts before heading to see him but you had started to wish you had worn more layers. Jungkook was looking at you as if you were a meal and you wanted to cower from the intensity of his gaze. You felt a warmth beginning to creep between your thighs.

Summoning all that was left of your willpower, you stepped away from him. You felt your mind clear after putting some distance between the two of you.

“You’re drunk Jungkook, you're not making conscious decisions right now. Come on,” you encouraged, “you have work tomorrow, go to bed.”

“I’m not drunk. I’m buzzed.”

You quickly searched your mind for a way out of this, “Jungkook, I already told you I-.”

“Yes, I remember your fucking policy,” he growled, “and it’s driving me insane.”

You were silent and he took this chance to close the distance between the two of you again, “You’d be lying if you told me that you didn’t feel the same way.”

“That doesn’t cha-” Before you could finish your sentence he captured your lips in his. You were seconds away from giving in, you knew this and so did he. Drawing back you saw his dilated pupils, “please don’t make this harder for me.”

Lowering his head, he whispered hotly against your ear, “why are you being so stubborn about this?”

“I-i” you tried to keep down a sigh, “ I just don’t think-”

“Feel me,” he said grabbing your hand and placing it over the growing bulge straining against the material of his pants, “all you’ve done is stand there and I’m already this hard. Can’t you see how much I need you? Please.”

The second you heard the slight begging in his voice, you knew you had lost. Any thoughts of caution or reason were thrown out the window. You were putty in his hands now. This time when he bent to kiss you, you responded, eagerly moving your lips against his. Slipping in your tongue, you deepened the kiss and wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him closer. You wanted him. You had wanted him for so long now. A small strangled moan left his lips when you lowered one of your hands to feel him over his pants again.

When he pulled back you were both panting, out of breath. He rested his forehead on yours as he tried to catch his breath, “tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”

You felt yourself blush, “I want you Jungkook. I need you.”

Ripping his head away from yours he muttered a curse before he carried you and threw you down on his bed. The mattress made for a soft landing and the satin fabric felt cool against your flushed skin.

He was in the process of taking off his shirt when he looked up at you with a warning, “you’re not running away this time. I won’t let you.”

You could only respond with a soft nod. Your throat suddenly dry, you swallowed and felt the familiar heat building between your legs. You could nearly feel yourself salivating at the delicious sight of his sun-kissed skin and nicely toned abs. How was it possible for a man to be that attractive?

You hadn't realized that you were openly gawking at him until he let out a chuckle. You could feel embarrassment burning your cheeks.

“Take off your shirt for me,” he instructed and you gave no thought as you did as he said. Your mind was full of regrets when you realized your boring lingerie. If you had known this would happen you would’ve worn something much sexier.

“It’s better that you didn’t wear anything fancy,” he said as if reading your thoughts, “I would’ve just ripped them right off, like what I'm about to do with those you have on now.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his threat and you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together, in hope of receiving some relief. Your actions didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook.

With a devilish grin painted across his face he sauntered towards you, “are you that impatient baby girl?” Seeing his predatory eyes locked on yours, your only response was a breathless nod. You naturally scooted back when the bed finally dipped to accommodate his weight.

Grabbing your legs, he slid your body closer to him. He crawled on top of you brushing the hair out of your face. Dipping his head, he kissed you, gently at first but progressively more fervent. Your hands explored his new exposed skin. His muscles were taut under your touch and he was radiating heat.

Staying true to his word, he impatiently slid a hand under you to unhook your bra, ripping it right off you when the chance presented itself. Pulling away from you, he peppered kisses all along your torso, his roaming hands slowly creeping closer and closer to your centre. He took one of your perked buds and rolled it in his mouth as his finger hooked on to your shorts and slid them off. Moving his mouth’s attention to your other breast, you didn’t know what to do with your hands so you let them lose themselves in the locks of his hair.

“Jungkook,” you let out, “stop teasing.”

He hummed against your skin, “when’s the last time someone’s fucked you?”

“God,” you moaned when a finger ran down your covered slit, “it’s been so long I can’t remember.”

The admission makes him release a moan of his own, “so wet, fuck. You must be so tight. How do you expect to take my cock?”

With your hands you pulled his head closer and placed your lips by his ear, “I don’t-unless you help me. Help me Jungkook, get me ready for you.”

With a strangled moan, he pulled away from you to impatiently tug down your soiled panties nearly ripping them right off in his rush. He was now eye-level with your throbbing core as he laid himself between your legs and your hands unconsciously moved to cover yourself. He immediately caught them and shot you a look, “don’t you dare try to hide yourself. I’ve been dying to taste you since that night.”

Using his free hand, he further spread open your legs. He used his fingers to spread you apart and gave you no warning at the first stroke of his tongue. His tongue stroked you gently a couple times before he began lapping at your juices like a starved man, leaving you a moaning mess.

Only the sound of slurping rang through the room and the sound was so erotic, it only made you wetter. You inhaled sharply when his tongue began to tease at your clit. Moving his tongue wildly about, your hands gripped the silky sheets to stop yourself from touching him, a series of moans falling from your lips.

“Ah-” You exclaimed when one of his fingers began to tease at your entrance. He took his time circling around your hole making you squirm in anticipation.

“Fuck!” You cried when he began to suck on your bundle of nerves and sheathed a finger inside you. You hadn't been touched in so long that even the small stretch felt delicious. His finger remained motionless as your walls contracted around his digit waiting for you to calm down before beginning a steady pump.

You could feel your climax building, and it became harder to quiet your cries of pleasure. In the back of your mind, you tried to remind yourself that Taehyung was home but that only seemed to excite you further. Your sounds were music to Jungkook's ears and he added another finger stretching you out even further.

Your hands moved on their own and tangled themselves in his hair. Your thighs threatened to shut and smother his face but his free hand kept them at bay. The rhythm of his fingers sped up, eventually hitting somewhere that made you almost lose your mind. From your response, he knew he had found your sweet spot and began aiming his fingers to hit it each time they pumped back in.

It all became too much and you found yourself quickly tumbling towards your release. His name along with curses fell from your lips as your orgasm ripped through you. His tongue licked at the new juices and his fingers continued to help you ride out your high.

He waited for your shallow breathing to normalize before pulling his fingers out. Your walls immediately missed the feeling of fullness they gave you. His lips and chin glistened with the remnants of your orgasm and locking eyes with you, he slipped his fingers inside his mouth before releasing them with an obnoxious pop. You swore that the sight itself nearly made you cum again.

“You taste amazing,” he expressed as he crawled back up your body and gave you a sloppy kiss, making you taste yourself.

Pushing his shoulders back, you moved your hands to unzip his pants but his hand halted you.

“So impatient,” he scolded with a reprimanding glare, “if you keep this up I won’t let you cum again.” The threat kept you from moving. Jungkook seemed to revel in your obedience and began to trace a finger down your body, his finger leaving a trail of fire wherever it passed. You shivered when his finger ran down a breast, applying more pressure as he passed your nipple.

“God,” you breathed, “you’re such a fucking tease.”

His finger immediately stopped and his fingers lifted your chin to face him, “what did you say?”

“You’re a fucking tease,” you pouted.

His eyes were pools of black, “get on your knees.”

You hesitated, the minx in you wanted to see just how much he’d let you get away with. When he realized you had no intentions of moving, he descended down your body and his mouth was on your cunt again. A little shocked at the suddenness you let out a choked breath. Having had enough time to calm down from your previous orgasm, he spared you no gentleness. This time, he inserted two fingers at once making you yelp in surprise to the stretch. His fingers found your g-spot almost immediately and he continuously pounded his digits into you, curving them so they’d hit the rough patch each time. You found it incredible how well he already seemed to know your body.

“Ah-fuck!” It took less time for you to feel the tightening knot in your stomach. He laid his free arm on your hips, attempting to stop their squirming. He then lowered his mouth to suck on your clit, nipping at it as his lips released it. Both his tongue and fingers were quickly pushing you towards your end. You knew you were close when he suddenly added a third finger making you feel incredibly full. You thrashed above him, urging him to stop but he didn’t until he felt your walls start to contract around him. But, before you found your release he pulled away both his mouth and fingers from you, leaving you a needy mess under him.

You whipped your head to glare up at him, “wh-

He didn’t let you finish your complaint, “if you want to cum, you better get on your knees. Now.”

A sudden memory of the night you first met flashed through your head. You suddenly thought of something, “yes, master.” You didn’t even wait to see his reaction before turning around on all fours.

You heard him curse quietly as he got off the bed. The sound of his pants and belt hitting the floor rang through the room. When you felt the bed dip again, you must have been shaking in anticipation. He gave your cheeks a good squeeze before settling a hand on your waist. A whisper of a moan escaped you when you felt his tip teasing your entrance. He slowly entered you, taking his time to let you adjust to the size. Fuck, he was big.

He laid his chest against your back and you could feel him slightly tremble from the effort it was to go slow.

“Are you okay?” He shuddered against your ear as he slipped in deeper

Eyes fluttered shut, you simply nodded but he seemed to want more, “use words. Call me by that name again.”

As an impish smile grazed your lips, you felt the grip on your waist tighten. This only added to your feeling of triumph, “I’m okay, master.”

Hearing the name again, you felt him shudder against you and becoming impatient he sheathed his full length into your cunt leaving you breathless.

“Move,” you moaned when you noticed the lack of motion.

He bit your shoulder, “I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

“You’re all bark and no bite,” you teased and that was all that was needed to end the little bit of self-restraint he still had. He pulled his length nearly all the way out you before he thrust his hips back against yours. His pace was relentless right from the very start and you knew you had struck a nerve. You wanted to laugh from giddiness but he barely gave you time to think as he continuously slammed his hips into yours. Your knees buckled at a specifically rougher thrust, and if not for the arm holding you, your body would have collapsed. Your mind was freed from all thoughts when his tip found your g-spot. Your body’s reactions were out of your control from the immense pleasure he was administrating.

Having earlier been denied your second orgasm, you felt yourself quickly reaching your high again. You arched your back, flushing your bodies together even more and lifted a hand behind you to grab his hair.

“Ma-master,” you stuttered, “I’m close.”

“Don’t cum until I tell you.”

You bit your lip as you nodded. Prolonging your climax became harder and harder and your thighs began to shake from the effort. Your walls convulsed, your body practically begging for its release. You thought you couldn’t hold off much longer when you noticed Jungkook’s uneven breathing. He was close. His hips buckled into yours when you purposely squeezed your walls tighter against his length.

“Turn your head towards me, Y/N,” he shakily said with a groan.

It was a bit of a stretch but you managed and seeing the opportunity, Jungkook kissed you roughly. Letting your lips go with a bite, he said what you had been dying to hear, “cum.”

He angled his hips so his dick would repeatedly hit against your sweet spot, his hands reached down your body to roughly rub at your clit. You let out an uncontainable scream as your orgasm ripped through you. All throughout your release, Jungkook kept thrusting into you and shortly after your release, you felt his hips suddenly twitch.

“That’s right baby,” you cooed, “cum for me.” He let out a higher pitched moan than you had heard all night, and in seconds his seed was filling you. Both your bodies were shaking from the power of your highs and it took a couple of minutes for your bodies to calm down. Once your uneven breath had settled, Jungkook slid his length from out of you. With nothing holding it back now, his release trailed down your thighs. Your body fell flush against the comfort of the plush mattress, Jungkook soon joining your limp body. You were completely drained.

“You’re so rough,” you croaked, your throat sore from screaming.

Jungkook chucked, “it’s your fault for provoking me.”

“It felt incredible though,” you admitted a bit shyly, your untimely bashfulness making him laugh again.

He didn’t reply but you felt Jungkook leave the bed. You were too tired to ask where he was going. You had shut your eyes when you heard Jungkook return. A small smile graced your lips when you felt him gently clean the mess between your legs. After he was finished, he lay behind you draping an arm across your waist, pulling you closer. Your body was happily humming as you snuggled back into him. The smile never left your lips as you fell asleep.

A/N pt.2: Depending on how well this story is received I might do little spin-off series based on this. I already left an opening for Hoseok hueheuheu

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pure-o-soft · 5 years

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hello , i’m not sure if this is the kind of question to ask you and i apologize in advance but i could use all the guidance i can get. ive had a therapist for about 8 months now &initially i liked him and found him helpful. but as time went on i feel maybe he started getting too comfortable. he started making jokes that i wasn’t comfortable with. jokes about religion, namely christianity, and im a christian so... idk i felt like maybe it was inappropriate even if i didn’t happen to be christian

(continuing about therapist) i brushed it off i didn’t say anything about his comment. another time he made a joke about “how do you make a hormone” &he goes “you give her 2 bucks” as in a “whore moan”& that was just ugh i felt so uneasy but again it’s not easy for me to speak up about stuff so that made me feel worse because i felt like as a doctor he should’ve known better. well it gets worse. i called him once telling him about an intrusive thought i had regarding a colander (pasta drainer)

we were on the phone when i told him about the colander and then a few days later at our session he gives me a bag and there’s a colander in there.. at first i thought it was ok but also weird and then at the end of the session he said that his wife questioned him about it. “why are you buying kitchenware for another woman? are you having an affair?” to which he tells me he responded “i think it would take more than a colander” and i didn’t find it funny. then he makes a joke about

an old man at the gym. he sees a young woman and says to his trainer which machine should i use to impress that younger woman over there and the trainer responds with “the atm machine” and he was so pleased with his joke and it made me uneasy because he talks to me a lot about how much money he makes. well i was about ready to stop seeing him right then and there but i saw him again today because i just suffered a very traumatic experience. he already knew this as we had spoken over the phone.

well when i walked into his office he gets up and says “hello gorgeous” which made me feel so so so awful at this point. i rolled my eyes and he didn’t seem to care or notice. i just really needed to talk and i tried to ignore him again. he also always hugs me and it’s so gross to me now that i think of the stuff he has said. well i sit down and we talk and nothing he says seems to be helpful. i’m irritated. at the end of our session, he mentions something about something he believes i should do

i don’t think my last message sent and i don’t know where i left off. i was talking about what i believe to be an innaprpriate therapist

he tells me if i don’t do it “i’ll have to spank you.” at that point i was boiling and embarrassed as he was laughing and then he says “just kidding” wow. awful. i immediately called my husband to ask him to come get me and he seemed almost irritated. my husband wasn’t answering because his phone died and he kept telling me that “well he knows when to be here”. i was crawling out of my skin i even feared being raped i don’t know why. i am a victim of sexual abuse so it’s hard to tell for me if

Hey angel

First of all, I’m so sorry that you’ve gone through this entire experience. Therapy is supposed to be a safe place where you can feel comfortable to learn and heal. I completely understand how these comments and “jokes” would make you feel uncomfortable, as they are very unprofessional. It certainly isn’t the place for him to be making these comments, jokes and remarks - especially considering your background! And please don’t apologize! I’m happy to listen and offer any advice that I can.

I hope you know there is absolutely no shame in stopping seeing a therapist, psychiatrist, or professional of any kind if you feel uncomfortable by them, or even if they aren’t a right fit! You don’t owe him an explanation or an apology. I know it might feel a little awkward to do this, but always remind yourself that you don’t owe your therapist anything! You’re safety and comfort always comes first. I’m not sure how you book your appointments, but you can always cancel your next one (if you’ve already made an appointment) and never make another appointment with him. Or if he asks you when you’re booking your next, you can tell him you won’t be needing another and leave it at that. You don’t need to give him a reason (and if he asks you can always say you’d prefer not to answer).

Of course, if you wanted to, you could email him or send him a letter about how these comments and jokes made you uncomfortable and angry. Whether you wanted to do this after you’ve stopped sessions with him, or if you wanted to do this and try to continue sessions with him. But this is completely unnecessary! You shouldn’t have to ask for your therapist to be professional and hope that he changes. After all, these sessions are about you, not him. You might feel as though you can’t trust him or are still angry with him (and that is completely valid), so you might not be able to have a good and healthy relationship with him even if these jokes are stopped.

I’m not sure exactly what kind of therapy you were receiving with him, but he may or may not have brought that colander to try and do some kind of exposure with it. Though you didn’t seem to expect the action which makes me think that this isn’t an exercise you commonly do or consented to. If you struggle with intrusive thoughts or OCD the most effective form of therapy is Exposure Response Therapy and Cognitive Behavioural Therapy. If your current therapist is not offering you this type of therapy, then he cannot treat you properly (and this is yet another reason to stop seeing him)! So if you decide to see another therapist, I strongly urge you to find one who specifies in ERP and CBT. If you’d like help finding professionals near you who can do this therapy, I can send you some resources on how to contact someone who can help you! You can also do therapy over skype (which is just as effective) if there isn’t someone in range.

Here is a post of some general advice simplified. It mentions some of the things that I have already, but it can be nice to hear that others have gone through similar things!

I can understand that this experience might make you afraid or nervous to continue getting help, but please know that there are wonderful professionals out there who can help you with what you’re going through. You can make it through this, angel! If you have any other questions or need to talk, I am always here! And feel free to ask if you want those resources. Wishing you all the best, and I really hope this helped in some way!

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lightsandlostbells · 6 years

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why I’m not keen on Evak 2.0

fredweasleying replied to your post

“Skam Italia episode 7 reaction”

Im italian and i have the same opinions mostly....why dont you want an evak 2.0 tho im curious!!

Hi, I’m sorry for taking some time to respond! I was feeling a little sick this week and I have a long answer for this question, lol.

The main reason I don’t want an Evak 2.0 is because is that, well, I feel that Evak 1.0 is about as perfect a canon ship you can get in execution, and S3 has no major flaws for me - I only have one gripe of any substance (having to do with Emma outing Isak) and it doesn’t ruin the season for me or anything. Personally I didn’t want any of the seasons to be direct remakes and would vastly have preferred new stories tailored to the culture, with new characters developed around the actors’ personalities and strengths, but there’s not anything we can do about S1, and at least one S2 remake is mid-season, with more being set up. And I believe the contracts required the remakes to do S1 and S2 of the original? But S3 is not a guarantee. Anyway, S3 and Evak had some weird magic going for it where everything worked. Very rarely have I seen a fandom react with near-universal praise and satisfaction toward something, especially a canon ship. Obviously not everyone is going to love S3/Evak but I think it’s hard to deny that they’re overwhelmingly well-received. Not just by fans, either. I’ve seen professional film and TV critics gush about S3, too. Much of S3′s success comes from elements that can’t be replicated just by following the outline of the original.

The chemistry is hands down pivotal to the success of S3. I can guarantee you that, strength of the writing and directing aside, if those two actors aren’t fantastic together, then the season is just not going to work. Imagine two actors with no chemistry doing all the bed scenes, or the kitchen scenes, or the O Helga Natt scene. It would be so awkward. I think OG Skam overall did really well with cast chemistry, and Tarjei and Henrik’s chemistry was really something special - you can see little things in their body language, the way they mirror each other, turn toward each other, come up with unique gestures for each other that make them seem more real as a couple. They react to each other and feed off the other’s performance rather than just performing a script. I think it’s going to be extremely difficult to find actors who are even remotely as good with each other. (And frankly this is harder with gay fictional couples due to possible biases in their depiction ... I want to believe the best of the remake production teams but I’m not gonna lie, until I see it in action I’ll be a little apprehensive that they won’t let their Isak and Even be as affectionate together as the original. Even “progressive” shows can display double standards about that.)

You need a seriously gifted actor to play Isak. Not that you don’t need talent for all the characters, but there are quite a few scenes where Isak just looks at stuff on his computer, or gets a text message, or talks on the phone with someone, and you need an actor who can clearly communicate what Isak is feeling without help from other actors or stimuli. Then of course there are the bigger emotional moments, but Isak is a very internal, very vulnerable character for much of the season. As far as the remake Isaks go, Lucas hasn’t felt that believable to me in most scenes and his facial expressions/subtlety are especially what have left me cold, and I like Martino but his performance doesn’t feel that vulnerable to me yet. Matteo from Druck is the one who seems most capable of being Isak-like but IDK what’s up with Druck. I am very willing for these actors to show me excellent performances in the future, I’m just aware that they have a lot to live up to.

You need a seriously gifted actor to play Even. This could make or break the Evak pairing in the remakes, perhaps. I would argue that you need more acting chops to play Even than to play any of the other love interest characters in Skam, because you need someone who can pull off depression and mania convincingly. That’s really tough subject matter and someone who isn’t up to the challenge could potentially make the character a parody or caricature, the last thing you want to do in a season with positive mental illness rep. You also need someone who can walk the tightrope of carrying a big secret through most of the season while still being charming and sympathetic even as we’re stuck in Isak’s POV, being hurt and confused by Even’s unexplained behavior. We need to have some trust in Even. It will be hard to root for Evak if the Even seems like he’s just messing around with Isak and lacks that core sweetness and sincerity. Personally speaking, I never ever doubted that Even’s feelings for Isak were genuine, even when he was ghosting and giving mixed signals, because honestly, Henrik’s heart-eyes were just that convincing, lol.

Some of the symbolism and richness of the original’s writing and directing will be lost no matter what, if they stick to the S3 script.

For instance, 21:21 does not make sense as birth/rebirth symbolism if the character is not named Isak/Isaac/some variant. Of course the story can still continue and make sense on a surface level, but it will lose aspects that gave the writing additional depth. One reason of many that I love S3 is because the symbolism gives the story so much more weight. It makes Isak and Even’s relationship feel much more important than just a sweet teenage romance. Not to sound ultra corny, but presenting Isak’s love for Even as a form of spiritual rebirth feels downright profound and puts it up there with the “epic love stories” that Even likes, tragedy or not.

The Romeo + Juliet references are not going to make as much sense if they can’t, say, get the rights to the music from the original. Like … if you do a close remake with the pool kiss, and it might be a pretty scene, but you’re going to need some R+J music over it for it to have the same resonance. But then, lol, the scene will be too similar to the OG scene. The R+J references weren’t just fun Easter eggs for the viewers; they were woven into the story very thoroughly and thoughtfully. Even’s love of Baz Luhrmann tells us a lot of about personality and outlook on life. It gives us an idea of his romanticism but also hints at his depression. Thematically, R+J is hugely important in terms of creating tension and suspense throughout the season, that undercurrent of “epic love stories have to be tragic” and making the viewers expect the tragedy, only to subvert that expectation. A story about suicide becomes a story about rebirth.

They should not even bother trying to redo O Helga Natt, man. Just don’t do it. They’re going to lose a lot of the symbolism anyway.

There’s some other stuff but IDK, there’s just … so much that can go wrong. The Evak relationship feels really specific - they have so many inside jokes that are unique to them, so many recurring themes, so many little gestures, and they all work together as part of a whole. Copying them wholesale is going to feel artificial. Some of the remakes have handled the adaptation part better than others, but there’s some stuff that I just don’t think will work as 2.0 at all.

Since we’ll likely be getting an Isak season in each of the remakes - it was such an international draw that I can’t imagine it not happening for each remake that is renewed - what I really want is for them to write their own S3 featuring a coming out story, with the same care and detail as Evak, and covering similar themes, just ... not Evak. Not the same scenes, the same dialogue, the same characterization. Make Even have a totally different personality. I wrote a post about different films they could reference in S3 other than Romeo + Juliet, and like, I wrote it as a joke, but also? They should pick different movie references for S3 if they decide to incorporate them. Perhaps they could pick iconic Italian/French/German films from the country of that remake. Think carefully about the story and weave in different symbolism. Just recreating those motifs will be the ultimate sign of a remake’s laziness.

I do think S3 is very important in terms of the issues discussed, and I think it would be wonderful for youth in different countries to get the LGBT and mental illness representation. I would just prefer if they created something thoughtful and original rather than trying to recreate something that’s already considered a masterpiece by many critics and fans.

#fredweasleying #skam remakes #evak

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Can we please get a scenario where black reader is having a horrible day and she’s walking pass Karasuno volleyball team and Tsukishima say some half slick shit so black reader just turns around and starts beating his ass?

a/n: CHILE I WAS GONNA WAIT TILL THE WEEKEND TO UPdate BUT I SAW THIS AND BABY I HAD TO JUMP ON YHAT SHIT YALL STARTING TO KNOW THAT I LOVE WRITING Y/N WHOOPING A S S

leTs Get IT YALL

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GRRT POW OKAY SOOOOO

now your day was absolute SHIT

your hair wasn’t cooperating and the hairstyle you wanted to try wasnt doing right

so you just did the same slickback bun

then you lost your earrings twice so you had to wear those ones that were your least favorite

it took you five minutes to find your socks

you felt like shit

you couldnt even find your lashes so you went lashless on a FRIDAY

you didnt even walk to school with yachi this morning so she KNEW something was up

you were in a bad mood all day and tsukishima of all people kept poking fun at you which usually didnt bother you

“wow for once you dont look like snuffalufocous”

“tsukishima shut the fuck up”

he’s LIVING for that

usually you can clapback

clapback game STRONG

“you had that hairstyle for the past couple of weeks.”

“swear to god tsukishima stop.”

yamaguchi is already betting your gonna pop off today

“tsukki i think you should stop”

yachi’s praying for him

now time skip

ya day got even worse

tsukishima was MILKING it and you were tired of it

you were FINISHED

you were about to leave when you walked past the gym

“look there’s a mole rat crawling back to the sewer drains.”

you turned your ass back tf around and walked into that gym

now yamaguchi and yachi feel the irritation coming off of you

you threw your bookbag on the ground and you took off your blazer

“on my fucking mama you keep talking SHIT tsukishima but thats alright imma beat ya ass for that then. since you wanna talk like a bitch you can get dragged like one, hoe”

tHEN HERE COMES THE INSTAGAITORSSSSSSS

“OOOHHHHHHH” -tanaka

“GET INTO IT Y/N!!!” noya

sugawara been EXCITED for some drama

AND HIS HOMEGIRL ABOUT TO THROUGH HANDSSSSSS

“yeah okay sure go back to the pound”

the team is INVESTED NOW

kiyoko and asahi went 👀 too

now you just run up on ya boy and WITH THE POWER OF

Z E U S H I M S E L F

you SWANG ON THE NIGGA

GOT HIM IN THE CHEEK

THE SOUND OF THE IMPACT WAS SOLID BABY

“DAMNNNNN” - the whole team

now that bitch caught off guard and stumbling

and he LIVID

i hc that if tsukki can talk allat shit his hands can also make up for it

i know his brother was play fighting with him too when they were younger

“put em up bitch”

“alright lets fucking go then”

now yall SCRAPING

nun of the playing shit

yall getting solid hits on each other

aint nobody stepping in

yall hitting like mf BOXERS up in that bitch

you even got him in the bleachers

you KNOW damn WELL someone’s recording aka tanaka

nishinoya is HYPING YOU UP bc i KNOW he been WANTING to swing on him but he cant bc he’s his senpai

“WHOOP HIS ASS Y/N GO IN BITCH!”

both of yall hits are connecting

tsukishima got a GOOD hit in and busted ya lip

now you mad

idk about yall but if i got my lip busted it would be over im going ham let out the beast

havent had a fight where im bleeding yet irl

back to our scheduled program

if you’re worrying about your skirt dont worry you wear biker shorts under that bitch aint nobody getting flashed

yall finally move from the bleachers

you are even more pissed

yall both are leaking by now

the team finally starting to intervene

yamaguchi, asahi and ennoshita holding tsukishima back

suga, daichi and tanaka holding you back

hinata and yachi standing inbetween yall

“AYE YO YAMAGUCHI GET YA BOY AND TELL HIS BUM ASS TO STOP TALKING MAD SHIT FORE I KNOCK HIS ASS THE FUCK OUT”

“KNOCK ME OUT THEN BITCH. KNOCK ME THE FUCK OUT LIKE YOU CLAIM YOU WOULD.”

kageyama just standing there like “bitches started fighting and i was deadass rootin for her but um... ion know now wtf do i do.”

cap’n daichi speak up like GO GET COACH UKAI AND TAKEDA TF???

he like alr bet and call that nigga freeces BECAUSE HE’S GON

more words are being said

tsuki says some REALLY slick shit

yall were RELEASED AND BABY YOU SERVED HIM THAT ONE TWO MUHAMMAD ALI COMBO PUNCH THAT MADE HIS KNEES BUCKLE LMAOAOAOOAOAOAOAO

when tanaka went in nishinoya took a hold of the phone to record

that man is becoming a professional cameraman with the angles he getting

he getting on the floor

his hands are mad fucking steady even tho he’s screaming DUMMY LOUD

tsuki bounces back and yall are back at it

them hits baby...

LOUD

everybody getting loud

nishinoya doing straight LAPS around yall SCREAMING

asahi is like the only once trying to like pull yall away but you accidentally swang on him

“damn aight im out”

he dropped that idea and went to sit down bc this getting too much for him

when he went to school today he definitely didnt think you would almost rock his shit

kageyama bust in that bitch like

“THE FEDS ARE HERE”

que for everyone look innocent

you kicked tsukishima down there and grabbed ya shit then DIPPED

yall both looking rough but tsuki..... you got him

coach ukai and takeda get there just as you book it out there

tsukishima was deadass about to chase you tf down bc that was PLAYING DIRTY

not yo fault this bitch a 6’0 tall bean pole with muskle

takeda got glasses so he was like nishinoya GET HER NEOW

nishinoya’s a fast mf so he was like alr BET

tanaka’s phone was RETRIVED AND IN HIS BAG

he def sending that to the group chat that you, coach and takeda and tsuki arent apart of bc snitches get stitches

nishinoya BOOKING IT after you

you sitting on the sidewalk with some tissues wiping your nose

nishinoya pulled up like “WASSUP MY LIL CHAMPION”

“okay so takeda sent my ass after you but imma just let you go home and imma just pretend you fought me on this then went all flash gordon on us and dipped. aight?”

“okay.”

“lets take a picture bc i’ll be damned if i dont memorialize this shit. how you feel now?”

“tired and my face hurts a lil”

“who knew yall both could pack a punch like a lunchable.”

“mh.”

yall took a pic

you KNOW the type of pic

“my homegirl just whooped some ASS lets GOOOO”

caption filter posted on his private instagram

then he let you go dummy fast

went back to takeda like nah she was gone

tsukishima got ice packs on his face, clothes ruffled, hair crazy, sports glasses crooked

that bitch is PISSED

deadass wants a round two

you on the other hand fixed yourself up and got a snack

you told ya mom that you got into a fight

even asahi cheek sting a lil

i think the whole team fw the fact you beat his ASS

walking home yamaguchi tried to talk about it to him asking if he was okay

tsukishima damn near beheaded him and yamaguchi said fuck that i wanna live past 20

on monday....

whew you were in a good ass mood

i mean lashes on hair popping lip gloss shinin like chicken grease

shit was a good day bc you WANTED to see how he looked after it

you knew you got good hits in

you on the other hand covered up your bruises with foundation (fenty)

popped on some cute ass fake (or real) glasses to hide anything else

tsukishima was PISSED lookin at you

at the end of the month yall became cool again so alls good

#x black reader #x female reader #haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x black reader #hq x y/n #WHOOPING TSUKISHIMA’S ASS #this shouldve been happened alr he deserved it #love that salt shaker tho ❤️#boxer tingz lmaoaoaooa

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