#the idea that it’ll explode makes me wanna do it more

[breadbrobin]

i want to microwave a fly so badly like. what would happen. i wanna know

#a fly almost flew into my microwave today so that’s why we’re talking ab this #someone talk me down or i’ll microwave a fly with no remorse #i feel like it’ll explode #it makes sense #but i wanna do it #the idea that it’ll explode makes me wanna do it more #somebody stop me #(or support me and cheer me on pls)

[bkgml]

PLWASE WRITE ABOUT BF KATSUKI BEING JEALOUS OF IZUKU SINCE HE LIKES US I BEG YOU😭😭😭😭 fluff please, also ur one shots are always so skillfully written like WHAAT

“skillfully written” OMG?? that’s such a delicious compliment I LOVE IT SM!!

katsuki will forever be a jealous man and aizawa knows it.

he knows it when katsuki tugs you to his side when he catches eyes with izuku.

he knows it when he catches him sneaking into your room at night.

and he knows it now, when his frown looks like it can’t get any deeper because you and izuku were made partners for a project.

the assignment was to teach your partner how to do one of your specialty moves.

katsuki was fuming.

and everyone could see it.

how his frown deepened so much you were confident he would have wrinkles after.

how you were trying to pull him away to calm him down.

how when sero tried to poke the beast by saying how izukus gonna ‘steal his girl’ and katsuki sprinted to explode seros face.

and aizawa was loving it.

“katsuki it’s just a training exercise, it’ll be done in a week!” you soothed, pulling on his arm to get him away from the class.

“it’s a training exercise with him.” he frowned.

you huffed, getting frustrated with your boyfriend. you finally managed to get him to the corner of the gym while everyone’s attention was focussed on aizawa.

“katsuki bakugou.” you spat.

his frown broke instantly and he straightened up at your tone.

“you shouldn’t be mad at all. you’re being ridiculous! if i wanted to be with him instead of you, i would’ve done so already! it’s not like he’s interested in me either. we’ve barely ever talked because of your insecurities! so if you want to prove to me that you can realize i’m trustworthy, i’ll be over there.” you rant before stomping off in the direction of the class.

katsuki sighed before jogging to catch up with you.

“hi.” he said, inching closer to you while you stood behind the rest of the class.

you cut your eyes over to his with a glare that could level one of his own.

he sighed again before bringing his hand up to brush against yours slightly.

“i trust you, okay? it’s just a training exercise.” he spoke with his subdued frown.

your face turns neutral as you look at him again and you don’t move away when his pinky locks with yours.

“come on, you still mad at me?” he speaks and his voice morphs from apologetic to smug instantly.

“get to work everyone.” aizawa finishes his lesson for the class as everyone breaks off into their pairs.

“we’ll see.” you send a sly grin to him as you walk to izuku.

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“okay yeah, that’s almost it just move your arm up like… this!” izuku instructs while placing a hand on your arm to push it to the correct position.

“like this?” you ask as you try again.

“does he have to fuckin touch her?” katsuki grumbles to his partner, kirishima. aizawa decided not to torture katsuki too much with a partner he doesn’t like.

“i mean he is correcting her form, he’s being helpful.” kirishima reassures his friend.

“okay wait i wanna try it one more time to lock it in!” you cheer.

“go for it!” izuku encourages you.

you start to propel yourself into the air before knocking right into kaminari and falling head first onto the ground.

“yn!” “YN!” the boys scream simultaneously.

they bolted to your unconscious body, izuku reaching you first and katsuki falling soon after.

izuku got on his knees and placed your head on his knee to give you a softer surface to rest on.

“the fuck are you doing?!” katsuki yelled, arriving at the scene.

“just relax, i don’t want to rustle her head!” izuku tried to calm his childhood friend.

katsuki sighed while he looked at your unconscious body. it wasn’t a bad idea.

“okay, okay. fuck!” katsuki paced, mind filled with thoughts on how he could make this better.

you frowned as you felt yourself come to, looking up through blurry eyes and seeing a mop of green hair.

you whine, trying to push yourself off of the boy.

looking around for your boyfriend you see him in front of you. You can tell he’s stressing by the look on his face.

“sukiiii.” you whine, still delirious from your injury.

“hey, hey. you okay?” he breathes, crouching to your level.

you reach your hand out for him and he takes it in his before pressing it to his lips.

“scram.” he barks to the boy above you.

izuku places your head on the ground before going to return to training.

“kats, can we go to recovery girl?” you mumble with sleepy eyes.

he nods before gently lifting you off the ground, careful not to jostle your head.

you tuck your head into his neck and wrap your limbs around him.

“that hurt.” you whine, milking his attention.

“i know, baby.” he rubs your head sweetly.

“hate kami.” you frown.

katsuki laughs.

“uh huh. need to get him back for hurting my girl, don’t i?”

he feels you nod against him and he laughs again.

“i love youuuuu.” you pull back and start pecking his face.

he scrunches up his face when he hears his classmates laughing at him, choosing to head to recovery girl instead. he lets you kiss him though, only because you’re injured and he thinks it’s adorable.

“why aren’t you kissing me back, suki. love you.” you frown.

he laughs as he walks out of the gym doors, into the privacy of the hallway.

“love you too.” he says starting to kiss you back.

he pulls away so he can keep walking and you do the same, choosing to rest your head on his shoulder and trace your pointer finger over his face. around the frown lines of his forehead, down the slope of his nose, around his eyes, under his jaw, then onto the curve of his cupids bow.

*chomp*

you shriek and pull your hand away.

“ow!! no biting!” you frown, pulling your hand to your chest.

“that’s what you get for kissing me in front of all the idiots.” he grins.

you ‘humph’ and tuck your face back into his neck.

you start playing with the hair at the back of his neck instead while sighing.

“what’s on your mind, pretty?” you hear from behind you.

“nothin… just,” you sigh and he pays your back in encouragement.

“i wanted you to be my partner.” you whine, nuzzling into his neck.

he has a smile on his face now, now that he knows he wasn’t the only one upset with aizawas partnering.

“yeah?” he asks, hopefully.

he feels you nod against him and your arms wrap tighter around him.

“mhm. wanted to learn your signature move.”

his smile widens and you feel his arms tighten around you.

“i’ll teach it to you, sweets.” he says, pecking you cheek.

“you will?!” you cheer, smiling.

he nods and presses a kiss to your lips, smiling into it.

“mmph.” you whine, pulling away and pressing your forehead to his.

“what?” he asks, a hint of worry in his tone.

“my head hurts so bad.” you reply with scrunched up eyebrows.

“don’t be a baby.” he says, but fastens his pace.

you huff and shift to koala wrap yourself around him tightly.

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*smoooooch!*

“you kids and your accidents.” recovery girl huffs.

“thank you, recovery girl.” you smile sheepishly.

she smiles and walks out of the room to give you privacy.

“you kids and your accidents.” katsuki mocks.

you giggle, shifting forward to kiss him.

“thanks for bringing me here, kats.” you mumble against his lips.

“yeah yeah.” he reply’s before kissing you again.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou x yn #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader

[forever-rogue]

your meddling steve fic got me thinking and what if it’s like a very similar concept where steve is trying to help you and eddie realize you like each other by being all extra touchy with you to make him jealous except he’s absolutely wrong. Eddie and you don’t like each other romantically but you do like steve!

AN | They’re fools, but they’re in love - but they don’t realize it, just yet.

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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There was a smile on your face before you even felt him drape his arm around your shoulders. You’d felt his presence as soon as he walked into the coffee shop, always so in tune with him that it was ridiculous at times. You turned to look at Steve and he placed a chaste kiss on your temple, “I have a plan, babe.”

You turned to him with a confused expression, grabbing the coffees you had ordered for the two of you. He gratefully took the cup you offered him and took a long sip, “Steve….you and plans don’t go together. I mean, at least not well.”

“Quite frankly, my dear, I’m offended,” he let go of you and clutched at his heart, leading you over to the table you regularly occupied.

“Steve. You’ve been my best friend for almost sixteen years,” you reminded him, “when’s the last time a plan according to you has gone well? Plans are my forte.”

“Well, this is going to work!”

“Do you wanna clue me in to what this grand idea is?”

“I will not be doing that,” his grin was megawatt and you couldn’t help but sigh dramatically, “just have to know - how much do you trust me?”

“You know I trust you with my life,” you gently nudged his foot with yours under the table, the two of you grinning like fools at each other. That pretty smile still managed to make butterflies explode in your stomach, despite the years that you’d known him. In fact, you were pretty sure that you fell in love with him a little more every day still, “there’s no one I trust more.”

“Good,” he let out a relieved little breath, “me too. But for now you just have to trust me, and watch it all unfold. It’ll be like magic.”

“Alright Harrington,” you grabbed your cup and pretended to clink it against his, “you’re on. I expect to be fully dazzled.”

“Oh, you will be,” he insisted, pretty bambi eyes glittering mischievously, “don’t worry.”

Your heart felt like it was almost bursting with excitement and nerves. Was Steve finally going to tell you that he felt the same about you as you did him? Would he profess his undying love for you and finally kiss? You could only - dream - of that moment. 

You would just have to wait and see.

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Bi-weekly movie and dinner night out with the grownups. You loved your younger little brood of children, but sometimes it was nice to go out with just the older lot. This found you, Steve, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, and Johnathan picking the most obscure movie to see in the theater, followed by a healthy, heaping serving of greasy dinner food. What could be better than that?

The movie had just finished, and to be honest, you’d missed about half of it. It was some gory flick that wasn’t quite up your alley and, needless to say, you’d hidden your face in your hands and Steve’s shoulder most of the time. 

As the six of you were leaving the theater, Steve reached for your hand and laced your fingers together, stepping in front of Eddie and Robin as you all walked down the street to the dinner. It wasn’t odd for Steve to hold your hand, even like this - you both were incredibly affectionate and touchy people. But still…it made electric shivers run up your spine and butterflies explode in your tummy. Something about tonight made things feel different. 

You couldn’t help but turn back to smile at Eddie and Robin, the duo smirking happily as they gave you the thumbs. They were, on top of being too smart for their own sometimes, incredibly perceptive, and it hadn’t taken either of them, the chaotic duo that they were, to clock in on the fact that you were absolutely in love with Steve. And that he was just as in love with you…even if he didn’t realize that just yet.

But this, this outward affection and display of gentle reverence had to mean something, right? And although Steve hadn’t explicitly mentioned anything, maybe he was finally coming around, finally realizing what the two of you had. You felt like a shy girl, trailing after her crush like a little puppy, nothing but stars in your eyes. Oh yes, you were a sucker for your pretty boy best friend.

But that whole evening turned out to be and feel different. Like everything was slowly falling into place. 

“You look so pretty,” he kissed your cheek before all of you shuffled into the booth and ordered your usuals. Your face flushed with warmth as you dipped your teeth and stared at the floor, “I realize I didn’t tell you earlier, sweetheart. And I just had to.”

“Thanks,” your voice was soft and small as you looked across and found Eddie beaming back at you. You put your hand on top of his, admiring how much smaller yours looked against his before giving it a gentle squeeze, “you’re really pretty too, Stevie.”

Even at the table exchanged knowing little looks that silently said finally. 

Finally the two of you had some sense and realized it was almost meant to be the two of you. You looked over at Steve and found him watching you with the gentlest of expressions on his face. Had he always looked at you like that?

He had. You’d just never noticed before, too busy looking at him just as sweetly.

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Robin’s birthday came on a beautiful Saturday. Naturally, Steve had planned a huge party to surprise, along with your help. The way her face lit up when she realized it was not a party but a party for her had made it all worth it. Her face when she realized that Vickie was there was priceless….anything to help her shoot her shot was what Steve had declared. You couldn’t help but wonder when he’d finally seal the deal with you; despite his increased affections as of late, he still hadn’t officially made a move. All you could do was wait, you supposed. 

You were chatting with Eddie and the birthday girl herself when Steve decided to join you guys. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Hey sweetheart," he practically cooed at you, causing your heart to skip a few beats. Eddie and Robin looked at each other and took long swigs of the beer in their red plastic cups. It was almost disgusting how in love the two of you were, "missed you. You look so pretty tonight."

"Steve," you couldn't help the giggle that naturally bubbled up, reaching up to touch his cheek, "you just saw me!"

"And it's been too long," he sighed dramatically before placing a few kisses to the bare skin of your shoulder, "hate being away from you."

"Okay lovebirds," Eddie shook his head in amusement before motioning for Robin to follow him, "we'll leave you two alone to do whatever it is you're doing and we're gonna smoke."

You watched them head upstairs and once they were gone and out of sight, Steve dropped his arms from around you. The loss of his warm touch felt a little harsh. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, wishing the racing thoughts in your mind would calm down for one second, "hey - can we go outside and talk?"

"Of course," he readily agreed, "good idea."

He held the way to the backyard, you trailing behind him like a lost puppy. Once outside and away from the loud party, things felt a little calmer. You looked at him, the pretty boy that had your heart for so long, unable to stop from smiling.

"Steve-"

"Babe, it's all going according to plan," he clapped his hands together, his whole face lighting up. Your brows knitted together in confusion as you just looked at him. He gently touched your cheek, his smile never faltering.

"P-plan? What plan?"

"My brilliant plan to get you and Eddie together," he sounded confused as to what you were confused about. Your entire face fell as your mouth opened in surprise. Needless to say, this was absolutely not what you had been expecting.

"Steve?" you felt the stinging of tears in the back of your eyes as you blinked rapidly to keep them from spilling over and running down your cheeks.

"My plan," he reiterated, wondering why you were having such a reaction. He was kind of thinking that you would be…happy, "you know, being all touchy and feely with you. So he would get jealous…which he did. It seemed like it to me anyway."

"Me and Eddie," you repeated, completely stunned and heartbroken. This whole time….Steve hadn't really felt that way about you. It was all some weird plan to get you with him. You felt like such a fool; you felt so stupid and pathetic. After all, why would Steve Harrington be in love with you? None of it was real and it had all been a beautiful lie. You wiped away the tears that had rolled your cheeks before attempting to brush past him.

"Babe-" but you were already back inside, making your way through the house so you could leave and go back to your own. You really wanted to be anywhere but here. It felt like your heart had just been ripped out and crushed into a thousand tiny pieces. 

Steve was so upset to see you upset. His heart constricted in his cheek as he went back inside. Maybe the man in question, Eddie, would be able to clear the air.

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It didn't take long for Steve to find the two of them in his bedroom, looking more serious than he had expected. He didn't smell any weed and quickly realized the two of them were sober.

"Hey, I need to-"

"What happened to her?" Eddie cut Steve off before he could even get his sentence out. He swallowed thickly, "she was crying and almost ran out. What the fuck did you do, Harrington?"

"I…I thought I was doing the right thing," he rubbed a hand over his tired face, groaning at himself, "the plan…"

"Care to elaborate, dingus?"

"I was trying to get her with you," he turned to Eddie, who stared at him with wide eyes, "I thought I could make you jealous and finally get you to confess your feelings to her."

"My feelings?" Eddie repeated, looking at Robin in confusion, "what feelings? My…friend feelings?"

"Friend - no, you're in love with her," he insisted and the two of them snorted in amusement, "aren't you?"

"No," Eddie shook his head, "you are. And she's in love with you."

"So…she doesn't like you?" his voice cracked as he slowly came to the conclusion that he had made a big, horrible mistake. Eddie and Robin both shook their heads as Steve groaned, “and you don’t like her?”

"I mean, I like her duh, but only as a friend. Nope, Stevie…she's in love with you," he insisted and realization hit him like a train. Oh. Oh, “it’s so disgustingly obvious. From both of you.”

"I think you have somewhere to be," Robin cooked her head towards the door, "do go and apologize and get your girl."

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You were still crying, but your tears had long run out. Instead it was just dry sobs that wracked your body as you curled up in bed. You felt so fucking dumb, and honestly so shitty. This whole time you thought Steve’s affections were real, and that you were both finally on the same page…turns out it was nothing but a game to him, a game in which he pawned you off to someone else. 

You heard the frantic knocking at the front door, but decided to ignore it. It was late and you were in absolutely no mood to be dealing with anyone. You pulled the blanket over your head and continued your little pity party - which was well deserved, thank you very much. 

But just as suddenly as the knocking had come, there was tapping at your window. You groaned as you tossed the blanket off your body, ready to yell at whoever was interrupting you. It was probably Eddie or Robin - the two of them had seen you practically run out of Steve’s. 

To your surprise, it was the very same man that had just broken your heart at the window. You frowned and shook your head, “go away. You’re the last person I want to talk to right now.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Don’t call me that,” you already felt your eyes burning again, fresh tears unfortunately brought back, “please. Just go.”

“I have to talk to you,” he insisted, “it’s important. Please - let me explain.”

“Explain what!?” you threw your hands up in frustration, “how I’m an idiot? How you didn’t mean to fool me into thinking that maybe you could possibly feel the way I do? No thanks.”

“Let me explain,” you could see that he had glossy eyes as well, and that tears had already run down his cheeks. Fuck. Why did he have to do that? You hung your head and sighed, “please, I’m begging you.”

Wordlessly, you closed the little bit of distance that was between the two of you and opened the window so he could climb inside. He landed ungracefully on your floor, breathing heavily as he gathered himself.

“Talk,” you insisted as you sat back on your bed and looked at him. He inhaled deeply before nodding, trying to gather up the courage to spill out his entire heart to you.

“I fucked up,” were the first words that tumbled out of his mouth and you just raised an eyebrow at him, “and I am so, so sorry for that.”

“You…Steve…I…” you stopped yourself, shaking your head before motioning for him to go.

“My plan, this stupid, dumb plan…I thought it was perfect,” he confessed softly, “I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“The right thing for what?”

“For you,” he breathed nervously, “it was supposed to be better for you. I thought that you - you and Eddie - really liked each other. I thought if I put on the affection a little bit he’d get the hint - he’d get jealous and finally ask you out.”

“Steve,” you wanted to be angry, but the boy had such a heart of gold that you found it impossible. He really did have the best intentions even if it all backfired, “I never liked Eddie that way. And he’s not interested in me. I don’t know why you’d ever think that.”

“I guess…I just thought that it would…maybe this is selfish too but,” he was waving his hands around as he did when he got nervous, “I thought it would help me get over you.”

“Well, it really didn’t work,” the fact that he’d basically just confessed his true feelings for you went over your head in the moment, “it just really ended up hurting me, Steve. I thought that you might actually feel the same about me as I do about you. Instead, it just makes me look like a fool."

"Sweetheart-"

"That whole time I thought it was real. I thought that maybe…maybe I was special to you," a few tears of anger and sadness rolled toy cheeks, "that maybe you loved me."

"Please, just let me-"

"Instead it turned out all wrong," your voice cracked, "and I'm afraid that we're never going to be the same. 'Cause now you know I'm in love with you. And you don't feel the same."

"But I-"

"Maybe I should have told you a long time ago but-"

"I'm in love with you." 

"And I - wait," his words finally settled in your bones as you realized what he said. You turned to Steve and looked at him, eyes wide and nervous as your heart beat wildly in your chest, "what did you say?"

"I said I was in love with you," his voice almost cracked as your face softened.

"Stevie?"

"I'm in love with you, honey," he repeated as you stood up and moved closer to him, "I have been for a long time. I, ugh, I didn't know you felt the same. Otherwise I would have…said this a long time ago."

"So let me get this straight," you held up your mind as your mind tried to process everything, "I love you and didn't think you loved me…and you love me and didn't think I loved you? So you tried to get over me by getting me together with Eddie?"

“I thought that maybe seeing you with someone else would finally get to me and I’d finally get into my head that you aren’t mine…you weren’t meant to be mine,” he avoided your eyes and looked at the carpet, studying it intently, “that you loved someone else.”

“Steve Harrington,” you put a hand under his chin and turned his face towards you, “you are a good, kind hearted person that always wants the best for others. But you are so blind sometimes. Steve, I’ve been yours…I’ve always been yours.”

He wrapped his long, slender fingers around your wrist, his thumb stroking the back of your hand as he looked at you intently, “do you mean it? Truly?”

“Yes,” you nodded, offering the pretty boy a teary eyed smile, “I realized just how much I’ve loved you that day you gave me your ice cream after I dropped mine. It was your favorite flavor and I remember how much you’d been looking forward to it. But you didn’t hesitate.”

“Honey,” he let out a small laugh, one filled with years of love longing, “we were ten. I remember that afternoon. But that was so long ago.”

“I know,” you nodded gently and Steve felt like his face was about to break in half with happiness. Every dream he’d ever had was suddenly coming true. 

You slowly pulled your hand back, but Steve’s hands settled on your waist as he pulled you into his frame. Everything about him was overwhelming and all consuming; the warmth from his body, his smell, the soft sounds that escaped his lips. He was completely yours and he’d never even realized; until this moment…until he’d almost lost you. 

He looked at you for just a moment before he leaned in and crashed his lips onto yours, kissing with a soft, but fervent passion. His kiss was saccharine but contained so much pent up love and adoration. He wanted to bathe you in it, wanted to make sure you’d never question his love again. Steve would have gone through hell a million times over before anything happened to you, before the smile left your face.

You practically melted into him, letting him kiss you until you were dizzied and drying for a breath of air. You looked at him with a happy anticipation, ready for him to take you back in his arms and kiss you until the end of days, “I love you, Steve. So much.”

“I love you,” he whispered before moving to kiss you again, “forever and endlessly.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #joe keery #joe keery x you #joe keery x reader

[danyayeni2]

Fancy a Date, Dollface ?

Flirty!Jealous! Tybalt (modern/1996) x gn! Reader

(Divider made by @/cafekitsune on here ! Check ‘em out ! :D) (A/N: Just as the title says, this is a slightly Flirty!Tybalt x Gen neu! Slightly “Nerdy”! Reader ! Also, a tiny little background information for this, Mercutio is your best friend, nothing more, nothing less! Of course, Ty knows this, and still hates it !) Key Terms (yeah yeah very wattpad of me bring your pitchforks): Y/N-Your Name Y/N-N: Your Nick-Name

B/F/N- Best Friend’s Name

(Also, this was made for @ladyinbl00d ! I really hope you enjoy this one especially !)

(Anyways, without further adeu, please enjoy !)

“Hey, let’s go shopping !”, they said. “It’ll be fun !”, they said. And, could you really deny them? Deny him? The party-animal? The fast talker? The cousin of the Chief of Police? Your best friend?

  How could you deny the sparkle in his eyes? (Although, now that you mention it, did he really have a spark? Or, was it his eyeshadow?) Or, his nearly high-pitched, pleading, and slightly convincing, beg of a simple, yet exaggerated, “pleeeaaaaaaaaseeeeee”, as he got on his knees, and wrapped his arms around your waist? Or, his promise to get you that new movie you oh-so desperately wanted to see? The Night’s Opened View, starring Angelo Manovincine and Catelynn Ashins, solving a murder in their high-school party? Drugs scurried around the place, sugar coated toxins covered the tongues of the most bitter booze imaginable, and hands covering cold faces, and cold cases alike. No, it was an offer you couldn’t refuse. Besides, you needed a release from your dreary, and unfortunately comfy, apartment room, so what’s the harm?

“(Y/N), come on!” His pace quickened and the intertwined grip between his smooth, well-kept hands, and your hands, “I saw some really cute shoes for you!” “Mer, trust me, I really don’t need MORE shoes!”

He paused, turned around to look at you up and down, furrowed one eyebrow, and shot you a look with an “mmhm” following. “Mer, my shoes aren’t that bad!” “….” “I JUST GOT THESE SHOES YESTERDAY.” “Creased and deceased?” “Oh, shut up.” A goofy grin followed his face, before running off into another store, yelling, “I’LL GET YOU SOME SHOES IN HERE!” “WAIT, MER-“ And he was gone like the wind..like always. 

“Why does he always do this?”, you asked yourself, out-loud, in fact. “I don’t see why he wouldn’t, seeing you talk to yourself would make anyone run off.” Oh, God. It’s him again. His slightly raspy voice, his sarcasm, his…eyes. Those Dark brown eyes. Those dark, slightly lidded, brown eyes. 

It was him, it was always him.

“I’d be thankful that a pretty face like yours goes a long way.” You see him look you up and down, and give his signature toothy grin. You sigh, “What do you want, Tybalt?” He smirked a little, and simply tilted his head, “Awww, don’t wanna see me?” He leaned in close to you, much to your feigned annoyance. “Not here, and especially not up close. Not to say I can’t see your whiskers from afar, though.” The corner of your lips turned into a smile, and you could hear the ticking of a bomb, slowly going off. Tick, tick, tick, tick. And you couldn’t wait until it exploded. 

“You just love that little cat metaphor, don’t you?” “What? It’s funny”, you lowered your voice, hoping Tybalt wouldn’t hear, “and cute.” “Cute? That’s what you wanna call this?” An idea popped in your head, and you brought him closer by a little tie on his somewhat formal black adorned attire, “Maybe it is, what’s it to you?” Your fingers slithered up his tie, as you slowly undid it, and he hummed in response, looking into your eyes. “To me, it’s unfair.” You stopped tying his tie, his words catching your attention. “Unfair how ?” “Unfair because we all know who has eyes that you can stare into for days.” He smirked more, seeing you continue to play with his tie. “And from the looks of it, I can, with how alone you are.” “Actually”, you pull him in closer, your mouth to his ear, “I’m with someone.” The venom poisoned his tone, as he looked away, feeling a tinge of jealousy course through his veins. “Oh..? And, who’s the one…?” Please be a friend, please be a friend, please be a friend-

“Mercutio.” 

Oh God, it’s even worse.

  Not only is their “friend”, but it’s that flirtatious bastard. Great. You bent back, and yanked on the tie a little, just before patting on it. And, he would’ve given you a reaction, had he not been consumed with the thought of him joking with you, smiling at you, all things he can do for you. “So that’s who left you today, right ?” You groan a little, and nodded, which gave him a little more satisfaction.

“You know, I can treat you better, doll.” “Oh, please, and just what are you gonna do? give me some flowers and wow me?” “C’mon dollface, give me some credit. You and me? We’re in sync.” “Oh, yeah? What am I thinking right now?” He paused, looking away from you, reaching behind his back, and pulling out two tickets. “If I were to guess, I’d say you’d want to see…..oh, I forgot what it’s called….’The Night’s Opened View’?” “Tease.” You thought, yet still visibly excited, and quite shocked. You hardly mentioned this movie, except to Mercutio a few hundred times, but to no one else ! So, how did he- “When we went to the store, I saw you looking at the poster for three hours. Almost like how you look at me. Almost.” Bet he wouldn’t do that for you. You paused, then felt hot. “So, it’s a yes, or do I have to convince you ?” “What are you gonna do, kitty?” “What I have to.” He brings your hands up to his lips, and gives them a peck, all while looking at you..it feels way hotter in here than before. “Of course, you won’t break my heart, right, doll ?” “..What if I did?” “…You wouldn't do that, doll.” He gets closer, his lips hovering over yours, hand on your chin, “You know you want me. You, and those pretty porcelain lips of yours.” “I want to make you explode." He chuckles, "I'll cherish you too, dollface."

You playfully scoffed, but deep down, you knew it was true. You knew that your heart was his. You knew that no matter how much you wanted to push him away, tease him, maybe even judge him, you always loved him. “Fine, I’ll go see it with you, but you’re paying for everything.” “Not a problem, you know I like spoiling you. All you gotta do is ask, doll.” He holds your hand, his thumb massaging your knuckles, “Oh, and don’t bring him along. I just want it to be us, alone.” “Him?”, you paused, “Who’s him- Wait- What’s wrong with Mercutio ?” “.....” “..Fine, I’ll come at 5.” He smiled, then immediately heard Mer’s laugh, and the corners of his lips went south. “We’ll talk later, yeah?” “Maaaaaaaybe.” He chuckled, “Don’t toy with me like that, doll.” and walked off. “(Y/N-N) !” Mercutio’s voice trilled in the air as he skipped towards you. “I found these shoes, and they’re SO cute ! Aaaaand, it’ll be perfect for our movie night tonight !” He hugged you, but you felt both hot and cold. Chilly and warm. Conflicted. “Oh, Mer, I’m gonna be busy tonight ! I need to see (B/F/N) for their ‘newest art invention’.” You applied air quotes, trying to hide the fact that you’re lying to Mer, and acting as if your “(B/F/N)” wasn’t the man you’ve been smitten for since God knows how long. “Oh….aw man….” He lowered his head, but you quickly cupped his face, “Come on, after I help (B/F/N), we’ll watch a whole marathon of movies ! You’re pick this time too !” He quickly smiled, and kissed the palm of your hand. “Alright, alright, I forgive you.” “Good, now,” you tap his shoulder, and run off, “LAST ONE TO LEAVE’S GONNA HAVE TO SHAVE PRINCE’S MUSTACHE TOMORROW NIGHT !” “HEY, I DID IT LAST TIME !” He quickly sprints after you, cackling, while Tybalt watches.

“...Come on, Doll, make a better choice than him.” His eyes shut, as the question that plagues him infects him yet again: “…What does he have that I don’t ?”

(A/N: Whew, it’s been a while since I’ve made a one-shot, and even longer of it being an x reader ! I do hope that I made Tybalt seem flirtatious in your eyes (and in-character too) ! I also hope that it isn’t too bad or incomprehensible, and that you all have a wonderful day/afternoon/evening/ night ! :D)

#romeo + juliet #romeo + juliet 1996 #tybalt 1996 #tybalt capulet #romeo and juliet 1996 #romeo and juliet #Baaler fics #tybalt x reader #tybalt (1996) x reader #romeo+juliet 1996

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

high infidelity | seven

My baby's fly like a jet stream, high above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new *Ellie’s POV* I woke up in a panic, forgetting where I was. I felt clammy and delirious. My hair was knotted and my face felt greasy since I forgot to take off my make up last night. My eyes wondered over to the tattooed arm that was beside me and relief washed over me, it was Noah. “Good morning.” He says putting his phone down and kissing my forehead. Suddenly my hangover hit me and my head felt like it split in two. “Morning.” I mumbled. “I feel awful.” “Tequila?” He asks as he scrunches his face up. I just nod, even the word tequila made me want to gag. “Well I hate to make you feel worse but I got us flights back to up to Vancouver, we leave in three hours.” “Oh god.” I moaned and I buried my head back into my pillow. He laughs and walks over to the bathroom. I hear the shower running and he comes back over to me with Advil and a bottle of water.

“I’ll order us some breakfast.” He smirks, I could tell he was trying not to laugh more at the state I was in. “Go shower, it’ll wake you up.” I wanted to protest, but a shower felt like a great idea. I grabbed my stuff and headed into the bathroom. After my shower I threw on my hoodie from last night with leggings and put my hair up in a claw clip with minimal make up to make myself at least look human. I came out of the bathroom and our breakfast was already waiting for us. We had coffees with pancakes and bacon, my favourite which also seemed to be Noah’s. After we were done eating we ordered an Uber and made our way to the airport. *Noah’s POV* I had to admit Ellie was handling her hangover better than I could’ve. I held her hand the entire ride to the airport and kept stealing glances at her. I couldn’t help myself. I’m still trying to figure out how I landed myself in such a lucky situation. Nick texted me to say they were just leaving Seattle and it felt weird I wasn’t there with them. He was right, this was definitely a different routine but if it meant having Ellie with me I was more than happy to switch it up. Once we got to the airport we checked in, made our way through security and found the first Starbucks we could find. “I’ll have a grande nitro brew and …” “A venti iced matcha with oat milk.” Ellie chimed in.   “God, you’re so basic.” I laughed as I gave the cashier my credit card. I looked over at Ellie and she told me to go fuck myself, which made me laugh more. We couldn’t stop making each other laugh and we were acting like this wasn’t our first time flying together. Ellie was just so incredible and she was easily one of the funniest people I’ve met without even trying. I felt like my heart was going to explode.

 “This is a very strange first date.” she chuckled as we got on the plane. “I know.” I replied as I reached over and helped her with her belt, not breaking my stare from her. “except you can’t go anywhere.” “Noah Sebastian, is that a threat?” She smirks. “Could be.” I replied with a deep tone.  She put her hand on my lap and I could feel myself getting hard, which wasn’t ideal. I always used to rush into things and with Ellie I wanted to slow down and establish something cause this was so delicate. I was ready whenever she was. “I was thinking about starting Demon Slayer again, do you wanna watch it?” I said, distracting myself from feeling like a horny teenager. Ellie just nodded and I pulled my iPad and AirPods out of my bag. I passed her an AirPod and she rested her head on my shoulder and I pressed play, mind you I was too focused on her thumb rubbing circles on my thigh. “You’re not gonna know the plot looking down there.” She chuckles as she looks up at me. My face got hot and drew my eyes back to my iPad. She was driving me absolutely crazy. The flight was only an hour so we got to Vancouver before we knew it. We were waiting at baggage claim for my suitcase, which I realized was a stupid idea for only being gone for two days. Ellie was making a joke about me being high maintenance but her phone interrupted her. She stopped dead in her tracks and her face went white. Tyler was calling her and I instantly saw red. “Hello…why do you think I’m divorcing you…I’ve known for a month…no I’m done Tyler…where was this effort when I raised our son on my own while you were out with her…call my lawyer to figure out a date…I’m not sorry…I’m done…yes I’m in town still…no I’m staying at a hotel right now…whatever.” She hung up the phone and was a lot more calm than I would’ve been. I pulled her into my chest and felt her take a huge breath. At least I knew she was safe with me and nothing would hurt her.

#bad omens #noah sebastian #fanfic

[jadedrrose]

Heyy, I have no idea if this is the correct place to request so I apologize if not. I was wondering if you could write a fluffy story with Ace and the prompt “surprises” where his s/o is pregnant??? Ace as a dad is so cute to me. Anyways thank you 💕💕💕 !!

This made me wanna go back to my Ace era. Too bad I will immediately be watching more episodes with Law after posting this. (Also that is totally the right place to submit stuff!)

(I’m also leaving it up to the reader to decide the name, I can’t think of boy names for shit)

Warnings: Pregnancy, talk of child birth. Fluff overdose. Ace is adorable.

Oh god, what were you gonna do?

After feeling off for a couple weeks, unable to keep food down, and just generally feeling shitty, you had a sudden realization of what was wrong with you.

After taking a nervous trip down to Marco’s doctors office on the ship, your theory had been proven right.

You were pregnant.

How would you tell Ace? You truly couldn’t tell what his stance was on having kids. On one hand, he was amazing with them! You’d been there with him in Wano Country where the two of you spent time with that young girl, Tama. Honestly, even then you’d decided you wouldn’t be upset if you and Ace did have a little ‘happy accident’. But on the other hand, you knew how he felt about his own biological family. He hated his father, and would probably cringe at the idea of passing down that man’s blood.

Truly, you were in a massive pickle. There were barely any other women on the ship and you weren’t really friends with any of them, so you couldn’t go to them. And all Marco had told you was a simple “good luck”, with an uneasy look.

You’d been in the middle of thinking about all this when Ace entered the room.

You jumped and he definitely noticed the way you were acting. You knew he’d been worried lately, with you being seemingly sick and all. Ace was convinced that he’d given you food poisoning from when the two of you had a little romantic camping trip a week ago (he’s not good at cooking; he just held whatever meat you’d brought in his hand and lit the whole thing on fire).

“(Name)? You okay? I brought you soup.”

You grimaced, unsure if you could handle eating right now.

“I promise I didn’t cook it. It’ll taste good! And hopefully make you feel better,” he tried assuring you.

“Oh, thanks, Ace,” you had no choice in whether or not you were getting the food as Ace had placed it in your lap, handing you a spoon.

“Eat up! Well, slowly. I don’t want you to throw up into the soup,” he chuckled.

Preparing yourself for the worst, you began to eat.

Well, Ace hadn’t lied about it tasting good. It was really good, in fact.

A pleasant smile came over your face and Ace grinned at seeing you satisfied with the meal.

“Isn’t it great?! I already had a bunch before bringing it over, couldn’t help myself, ha.”

You nodded, eating more of it. “It’s really yummy,” you told him. “I’ll definitely be craving this over the next nine months,” you joked.

Wait.

“Huh? Nine months? What do you mean by that?” Your boyfriend looked extremely confused now.

“Ummm,” you weren’t sure what to say.

“Wait! Nine months… that’s how long girls are pregnant for! WAIT!”

He looked at you, eyes wide, waiting for you to confirm his suspicions.

“Uh, surprise?” You truly didn’t know what else to say. This was not at all how you planned on telling him.

“YOU’RE PREGNANT?!” Ace shouted so loud the whole ship probably heard him.

“Mhm,” you meekly answered.

Taking the soup bowl and practically throwing it aside, Ace leapt onto you, wrapping his arms around you and shoving his face into your chest.

“Ace?”

Then your chest was wet. Was he crying?!

“(Name)…. I’m so happy, I could explode,” he wailed.

You let out a sigh of relief, smiling now. Well, now you didn’t have to worry about how he felt…

—

Nine Months Later

—

The day you went into labor was very… intense. The second you’d felt the first contraction and let out a small groan, Ace was screaming and jumping up and down, grabbing you out of your spot and rushing you to Marco.

“MOVE! LADY WITH A BABY COMING THROUGH!” He yelled as he stormed through the halls and over to the office.

“Ace! Ace stop! Stop screaming,” you’d tried to reason with him.

But he was too panicked, and didn’t stop until he’d reached Marco.

“Marco! She’s gonna have the baby!” He yelled, setting you down on a cot, throwing his hands up to his head and doing an odd panic dance.

“Ace! I tried telling you, just because I’ve started feeling contractions doesn’t mean they’re coming this instant! It could be tomorrow before they’re here!” You yelled, but then hissing in pain as you felt another, stronger one come on.

“GAAAH!! Marco, see?! What do we do?!” He cried.

“Calm down yoi. She’s right, it could be a full day.”

Marco then instructed you to just change into a hospital gown so he could check how dilated you were. But then Ace screamed again.

“Ace, what now yoi?”

“You can’t look at my girlfriend’s hoo-ha! That’s weird!” He protested.

You didn’t know if you should laugh or yell at him. Instead you just smacked your hand into your face.

“Ace. He’s a doctor. How would you be able to tell? I sure as shit doubt you’d know.”

“Fuck! You’re right! Okay, Marco you can look but do not stare!”

“That makes no sense, Ace,” the doctor sighed.

—

Only a few hours later, your baby boy was delivered. Ace had begged to hold him first after being cleaned up.

And now, you stared at the sight in front of you.

Ace cradling the child against his chest, smiling fondly down at his son.

Your son.

You couldn’t believe you and Ace had a whole living child. Even with nine months to come to terms with that, you were still in awe.

“Ace… at least bring him here,” you asked. You’d only held him for a couple seconds before he was taken away to be cleaned up.

Ace carefully tip-toed over to you, not wanting to wake the boy. It was amusing how he’d stopped crying as soon as his father held him.

He leaned down so you could both clearly see him.

Even being a couple hours old, you could tell he looked exactly like his father. From the freckles to the small patches of black hair. Even the face he made while sleeping, mouth hanging open and eyes relaxed.

“He looks just like you, Ace,” you whispered.

“Really? I wouldn’t know,” Ace said.

“What, you’ve never seen a mirror?” You asked.

“Nah, I just… find it hard to see myself in such an innocent thing.”

“Well, I certainly see it,” you reassured him. “What do you wanna name him?” You asked.

Ace thought for a moment, before saying the name you’d said you really liked a few months back.

#portgas d. ace x reader #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #portgas d. ace #ace one piece #request

[spookmemepls]

☠ ― "𝑂𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟" 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. (𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.)

"I can tell your laughter isn't genuine, and that makes me sad."

"Die? If I was gonna die, I would feel my about-to-die tingle."

"If you need to cry, cry."

"Oh, NICE! I'm still bleeding in, like, twelve different places!"

"Mm... I love doom."

"This looks so silly! Can I keep it?"

"If you're having a rough time, say so."

"Well, usually I disarm foes by removing their arms."

"I do smell kind of ham-like."

"...I don't like ouchies."

"Hmm. I guess we just have different definitions of the word "fun"..."

"Yeah, I was kinda bored, so why not?"

"Are you the one who stole my bag? Because the stuff in there'll probably kill you slowly and painfully. Just saying."

"I'd never inflict such a useless curse on someone!"

"Nothing's taking you away from me ever again. ...Not even death."

"But they paid... Oh, how they paid... They paid in BLOOD."

"What a weirdo."

"Uh oh. Looks like someone's got a case of the bloody Mondays..."

"Can I hold your hand, ___? I'm having morbid thoughts."

"You fight really funny. We should try taking on the enemy together!"

"Hey, I'm bored! Got any ideas about how to pass the time?"

"___, I love you so much, my spleen hurts. ...I hope that's normal."

"I've been told I grow on people. It's my secret power."

"You look beat, ___. Want me to work out some knots? ...With a fork?"

"Then how about some comfort food? Fruit pies and cream? Candy apples?"

"I don't really get all this "feelings" stuff, but if you say so."

"It's blood! ...Wonder where it came from?"

"Once, I almost set my face on fire!"

"Aw, but I'm a nice person, so come here. I'll finish you off quickly. Hold still..."

"That's what all my psychiatrists said. But nope! Not true."

"Wow. You really ARE a crazy lady/man/etc.!"

"Look. I like you. I really do. But you have GOT to let this go."

"I must have been wounded in battle! Oh man, good times."

"I smile because I'm happy. There's nothing more to it."

"Hey, are you okay there? You're making funny noises."

"Now you just sit here while I dispel the curse..."

"So long, ___! See ya in hell!"

"NOOOO! ___! Come back to me, ___!"

"Stay out of the light! STAY OUT OF THE LIIIIIIGHT!"

"Did you? ...I totally didn't notice."

"Aw, thank goodness! I was worried there for a sec."

"There will be blood..."

"In fact... I wanna be with you all the time!"

"Wow, you see right through me. ...Wait, does that mean I finally turned invisible?!"

"I'll take care of you. Even if I die a horrible death, I'll protect you from the... Hey, why the long face?"

"My body is pulsing! I wonder if it’ll explode!"

"Yay! Excessive spending!"

"You think I'll melt my eyeballs if I stare at the sunset?"

"Do you ever sleep? ...Wait, are you undead?"

"I'll love you with every ounce of my blood 'til I die."

#sentence starters #rp sentence starters #sentence meme #rp sentence meme #roleplay starters #[ General Starters. ] #[ Angst Starters. ] #[ Starters. ] #[ My Starters. ] #[ Mine. ] #If you know who it is I love you <3 #//tw: blood #//tw: gore #//tw: death

[zaritarazi]

some more aldis!carter hall and isabela!kendra saunders hawkmates headcanons/story ideas for tumblr dot com because this is the sexy problematic site and it’s what we all deserve

• chels has this personal headcanon that once the hawks find each other they stop aging and only die when they’re like. killed by hath-set or in battle. so kendra is just going to be this way forever. like physically. and he’s just going to be this. forever

• carter like fine! you want to be hawkgirl? fine! put on your armor (the nth metal has betrayed me by taking kendra’s side in this) and let’s go interrogate some fucking criminals at belle reve! this is, of course, a disaster. for him. everyone else has a great time

• 60 uninterrupted minutes of different members of the suicide squad walking by to call carter a pervert or say “i didn’t believe them. it’s actually even funnier in person” and it is. it is even funnier in person. 

• like in black adam carter is such a fucking... nerd. like he’s the sexiest person i’ve ever seen and he’s out here rules lawyering no killing and kendra who has really outside of the jl and jlu cartoons been my hawkgirl- she is so fucking tenacious. she’s direct. she’s fearless. and carter is still just such a fucking nerd and she is so so so in love with him 

• she’s constantly doing things for the attention!! we stan!! calling carter at 3:47 AM saturday morning when she KNOWS he’s asleep waking him fully up like come pick me up. i mean you don’t have to i guess i could go hang out with someone else. not even in a way where i feel unsafe. i’m just saying i will have sex with them. so come pick me up if you want i guess lmao bye and carter speeding- the ONLY time he speeds in one of his STUPID FANCY CARS- like i hate this. i hate this. i hate this and i want the sun to explode

• kendra getting in the car like but i wanna go to your houuuuse. you live in a mansion. i don’t want to go to my stupid apartment when you live in a big mansion that’s not faiiiir and now she’s drunk girl crying and, surprising no one, he will do literally anything to make her stop

• now they’re at mcdonalds

• eventually he’s like fine! hang out at my stupid mansion so that you stop doing dumb shit to get my attention. fine! see if i care! and he’s like hey jsa youths that i passed onto someone else, why don’t we all have a team meeting at my house. and naturally he doesn’t show up. he’s just like there. now kendra can hang out with people around her age and it’ll be GREAT

• kendra: so carter said i could take his car out whenever i wanted so who wants to go out

• albert, who is an idiot: oh, sick!

• maxine, who is not an idiot but is trying to smash kendra if she’s just like, here, and someone isn’t going to jump on that: oh... sick

• anyway when carter tells dinah what happened when he returns the jsa youths she laughs for three and a half years

#hawkmates #dcu headcanon #dcu #hawkman #hawkgirl #carter hall #kendra saunders #aldis carter #isabela kendra #emjaywatsons #long post

[guardian-of-fandoms]

Power Rangers Incorrect Quotes

(Over a group chat)

Kim: LOWERCASE LETTERS ARE FOR THE LOWER CLASS

Trini: and here we have a capitalist

Jason: did you just

Billy: Let us all take a moment to appreciate that all of human history and human language and the universe itself alligned to make this joke possible.

-

Tommy: (Screams)

Jason: (Screams louder to establish dominance)

Zordon: 

Zordon: Should we do something?

Alpha 5: No, i want to see who wins. 

-

Jason, texting Kim: Help! I’m being kidnapped!!

Kim: Where are you?!

Jason: I’m with some strange person in a car, Help

Kim: I’ll call Tommy.

Tommy, answering his cell: Y’ello?

Kim: Where’s Jason?! He texted me that he was being kidnapped!!! 

Tommy: Jason? Whaddaya mean, he’s right next to-

Tommy: 

Tommy: I’ll call you back. (hangs up)

Tommy: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD

Jason: WHO ARE YOU

-

Rita: I WILL RUIN YOUR HAPPINESS, NO MATTER THE COST!!!

Tommy: my happiness?

Tommy, looking at the rest of the squad: I’m happy??

-

Jason: (Kicks down the door with a panicked look)

Zordon: What happened?

Jason: Nobody died!

Alpha 5: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT

-

Zack: Yoink is the opposite of Yeet.

Trini: But it’s just as fast.

Kim: The lord Yeeteth and the lord Yoinketh away. 

Tommy: Well there’s my eulogy sorted.

-

Zack: Who thinks i can fit 15 marshmellos in my mouth? 

Billy: You’re a hazard to society. 

Jason: And a coward. Do 20. 

-

Kim: Here’s a fun christmas idea, we hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever’s under it! 

Zordon: Kimbery, no. 

Alpha 5: Mistlefoe. 

Zordon: please stop encouraging this. 

-

Kim: Why am i not a banana?

Billy: Because your genetic code dictates that you are human. However, it should please you to know that you share 50-60% of your DNA with a banana.

Kim: Thanks, man.

Zack: Wait, are you telling me some people are 10% more banana than other people?

-

Tommy: Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as i laid, festered and sick. you are the definition of dread.

Jason: .... are you okay?

Tommy: Kimberly stole my ****ing garlic bread.

-

Zordon, yelling: This is WITHOUT A DOUBT, the single most IRRESPONSIBLE thing you all have EVER done!!

Trini: Hey, remember that "Selfie with a Monster" contest?

Zordon:

Zordon: You did WHAT

Alpha 5: Oh, i remember that.

-

Tommy: When i die, i want my tombstone to read, “Mistakes were made.”

Jason: Wasn’t that already on your birth certificate?

-

Kim: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.

Zack: This is the most hopeful thing i’ve ever heard. 

Billy: What if i die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?

Jason: Then tomorrow is Nacho lucky day. 

Trini: Get out. 

-

Zack, singing to a youtube video: You are, my fire

Trini, quietly: My one desire

Billy, half asleep: Believe, when i say

Kim, not looking up from a magazine: I want it that way

Jason bursting into the room: TELL ME WHYY

Everyone unenthusiastically: Ain't nothing but a heart ache

Jason: TELLLLLLLLL ME WHY

Zack: Ain't nothing but a mistake

Jason: Tell me Whyyyyy

Trini: I never wanna hear you say

Kim loudly: I WANT IT THAT WAY

Zordon: W-what?

-

Zordon: Recruit Teenagers, they said. It'll be fun, they said.

Tommy: PUT IT OUT PUT IT OUT

Jason: IT'S TOO BIG TO SMOTHER!!! GET THE ANTI-FLAME THROWER!!!

Kim: It's called a Fire Extinguisher!?!?

(Glass shatters, something explodes, Billy screams)

Zordon: Don't listen to them. Don't.

-

Zordon: Alright, everyone pay attention. I have an important announcement to make and i only have a minute.

Team: Why? are you in a hurry?

Zordon: No, i was referring to your relatively short attention spans.

-

Jason: I'm sorry for all the stuff i said.

Tommy: And for punching me in the face?

Jason: No, you deserved that.

-

Tommy: Do you ever get so annoyed at everything that you start to get pissed off at even little things, like a spoon clinking against a bowl or people talking?

Kim: I think that's called Sensory Overload, and it's really common in people with anxiety.

Billy: It can also be a result of sleep deprivation, stress, or even dehydration.

Tommy: Thanks, i thought i was just a bitch.

-

Jason: Synonyms are weird because if you invite someone to your cottage in the forest, that just sounds nice and cozy, but if i invite you to my cabin in the woods, you're gonna die.

Trini: My favorite is "Butt Dial" vs "Booty Call".

Billy: It's called Connotation.

Zack: Also, "Forgive me Father, for i have Sinned," vs "Sorry daddy, i've been naughty".

Kim: Great news! Language is now CANCELLED!

-

Alpha 5: How do the rangers usually deal with these messes?

Zordon: They don't. they usually create a bigger mess that cancels out the first one.

-

(Tommy being controlled by Rita)

Jason: Tommy, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power!

Tommy: Well of course I have.

Tommy: Have you ever tried going mad without power?

Tommy: It's boring.

-

Kim: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?

Zack: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Alisa?

Tommy: Probably “road work ahead”.

Alpha 5: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

-

Jason, about Tommy: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Zack: Are we stealing them?

Kim: New or used?

Trini: Wonderful responses, both of you.

-

Zack: Rules are made to be broken!

Zordon: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Kim: Uh, piñatas.

Trini: Glow sticks.

Jason: Karate boards.

Billy: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Zack: and Rules! 

-

Jason: I CAN'T DO IT!

Zack: I CAN'T EITHER!

Jason: I CANT FREAKING DO IT ANYMORE

Zack: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Jason:

Zack: I appreciate it,

Jason: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

Kim: Jason-

Jason: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

Zack: Jason we gotta-

Jason: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FREAKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Jason: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY “What am I willing to put up with today?”

Jason, motioning to Brainwashed Tommy: NOT FREAKING THIS

#Mighty Morphin Power Rangers #incorrect quotes #I DIDN'T MEAN FOR THIS TO BE SO LONG BUT I KEPT THINKING OF NEW ONES THAT MADE ME LAUGH HELP

[oblivioustoast]

since i don't know any of your ocs i want to hear you explain your top three faves :-) (if you can even rank them)

ooh, lemme see. this might be long 😅

1. Aerin Maxwell - Aerin is probably my top fav, ride or die OC. I came up with her in middle school (i’m about to turn 31) (the relentless passage of time makes me 🤪). She was originally a sky pirate in a Firefly-esque world, but without space. Her original plot was a sky captain on the search for her brother who was maybe involved in some secret government project to access alternate timelines? Now she’s the OC i throw into almost every piece of media I wanna engage with.

Since I was a kid, a lot of her characteristics were borrowed from other stuff I liked back then. Her last name and long braid are taken from Duo Maxwell from Gundam Wing. She had/has a cool golden eye implant that was inspired by grown up Enzo from Reboot. (depending what universe she’s in, she has a golden eye under her eyepatch that can project maps, in other worlds it’s just a regular blind eye, sometimes she has both eyes)

She’s also morphed a little more into a pirate-cowboy hybrid over the years (mostly because i was into Brisco County Jr. in college). But her vibes have always been… cool lady with a shotgun 😂 Aerin is pretty much what I always wished I could be, self assured, competent, easily liked by others, good at running around and doing cool action stuff, passionate/compassionate, witty, Tall! Sigh.. she’s so dreamy. Her character colors are red and brown.

2. Adrian Edwards - ok I said Aerin was my ride or die, but i also have so so so much love in my heart for Adrian. He was initially created alongside my wife’s oc Liam Bardsley. Both regency boys - and I don’t remember this at all 😅 but apparently the idea was that Liam was made to reflect Romanticism, while Adrian was made to represent Gothic Literature. which makes sense! but i totally forgot haha

Now Adrian and Liam are part of an rpg podcast we do with our friends called Dandies in Danger! Adrian is a severely depressed poet, with the taste for the macabre and the unfortunate knack for picking up slightly cursed curios. As the eldest son, he’s supposed to take up a position at his family’s newspaper but he doeessnnnttt wwaaannntt ttooooo. This boy is super neurodivergent.

And in the way Aerin encapsulates a lot of traits I would like to have, Adrian is saddled with a bunch of my insecurities - depression, social anxiety, loneliness, too honest at times, self sabotaging. But he feels very deeply and cares a lot, even tho he doesn’t want people to think he does. His character colours are blue, black, silver (sometimes wine red).

3. Exile Redlink - it was hard picking a 3rd actually :0 but i’m gonna go with Exile. Also originally created way back in middle school - based entirely around scrambling my name and substituting some letters. At the time, she didn’t have a lot of substance, just kinda of an edgy goth look. But recently I felt like refurbishing her, while still embracing that middle school edgelord flavour.

So now she’s a teenager (like 15 i think?) cursed with being a demon!! 😱 Her story is set in a sort of fantasy sort of horror sort of sci-fi world. So she lives out in a pretty rural village, when bandits (or are they??) attack. Her mom hides her and when the coast is clear, she comes out to discover everyone has been killed 😱😱 in response to this, she goes to the village temple to fight god 🙂 Said god takes this poorly and curses her.

When I was a kid, I always drew her carrying a scythe - so I repurposed that into a big, evil cursed scythe that she has to carry around. The idea is that it builds up evil energy that she has to regularly disperse by killing stuff - or it’ll build up too much and like… explode. So she decides she’s gonna go around killing other demons. Exile has a lot of attitude and snark (it’s the trauma..) and is generally a rabble rousing little punk. My wife and I have a few characters in the story with her, so she eventually gets friends and a girlfriend. I can’t remember how her curse is supposed to be lifted or if we ever deconstruct the idea of demons and what it means for her to go around killing them instead of humans 😅 but that would be rly interesting to explore. Her characters colours are kind of undecided, but i associate her mostly with black and gold (as a demon she gets bleach blonde hair lol)

#feel like i need to make a note that i grew out of firefly #and truly hate joss whedon lolol #i might reblog this with images we’ll see! #ty for the ask!!

[yikimiki]

Please more Reiner and size kinkkkkkkk

SAY NO MORE!!! I actually got really carried away with this one because Reiner with a size kink just makes me go insane

jock!reiner x fem!reader | warnings: smut, size kink, dirty talk, rough sex, semi-public, unprotected sex, college au, praise kink, creampie, breeding kink

♡ ♡ ♡

In his defense, Reiner warned you. You just decided not to take him seriously.

Could you blame yourself? Not really, not when a lot of guys like to play up their sizes to get people interested. In your blissful innocence, you thought that Reiner, local dumbass and above average quarterback, was doing the same when he told you like three times that he might have to prepare you a little longer. In your lustful and incredulous haze, you only rolled your eyes, pulling him closer and moaning once your mouths collided back into a heated kiss.

Party hook-ups were never your go-to, but these are different times. Tonight, after a huge back and forth between the two of you, the bubble of sexual tension finally exploded when you straddled his meaty tights, making out with him on the sofa. It wasn’t long before Reiner was panting and groaning, the imprint of his hard cock poking your inner tight, and even less time until he was practically begging to take you somewhere private.

Which leads you here: with your legs spread open, panties hanging on one ankle and skirt pulled up to reveal your soaked pussy. Your ass is pressed against the cold marble of the bathroom sink and your eager eyes are watching as Reiner finally pulls his pants down, dragging his underwear down with it.

Oh. That’s gonna be an issue.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, feeling both aroused and terrified at once. Reiner takes one hand to pump his cock, which his for sure the biggest you’ve ever seen. He’s thick and long, with a bright red tip and thick veins standing out. His balls are equally huge, heavy and loaded as he takes a step towards you. “Reiner, you’re so big.”

He scoffs, thumb circling his tip, where a fat bead of precum started to drip. “Sure you don’t want more prep?” He asks and, in a suicidal decision, you shake your head no. You’re being stupid for the second time tonight, but, now, it’s on purpose. As much as you think there’s no way in hell you’ll be able to take him inside, you want to feel the stretch of every single inch Reiner has to give you. He raises one eyebrow. “Sure about that?”

Tentatively, you curl one hand around his member, gasping once you notice you can’t even hold him all the way around. Reiner sees it too, hissing at the image. “I’m sure,” you say. “I wanna try.”

He takes another step towards you, large hands separating your thighs before he yanks you closer by the waist. You yelp at the movement, growing even wetter at his strength. “You sure you can take my cock, baby?” The pet name makes your toes curl, the vibrato of his voice now so much closer to you. Now that Reiner is standing tall before you, you come to terms with the fact that he’s huge all around — strong, defined muscles, tall, broad shoulders. He could break you in half if he wanted to. “Pussy looks so fucking tiny. I doubt I’ll fit.”

You gasp when two of his fingers spread your pussy lips apart. You hold his cock tighter, earning a groan from him. “Please, make it fit,” you almost sob. You never needed something so much in your life. “I can take whatever you give me, please.”

That seems to be enough for Reiner. He takes your hand away from his cock and lines his tip with your soaked entrance, rubbing himself up and down to catch more of your arousal. You are moaning at that feeling alone, entire body expecting for the moment that he finally enters you.

“Ready?” He asks. You nod, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Gonna go slow. But I can’t promise I’ll hold back later.”

“Okay,” you say.

The tip of his cock presses tightly against your entrance, intruding past the ring of muscle. Reiner growls against your ear at the feeling of your tiny pussy clenching around him, almost pushing him out. “You have to relax for me, baby,” he asks.

“I-I’m sorry,” you hiccup. “It’s just— you’re so big, so big.”

“Shhh, I know, baby, I know.” Reiner kisses your temple, then presses forward once again. You cry out his name as his huge length splits you open, feeling like you’re about to cum from his size alone. By the time that he bottoms out — how, you have no idea — you’re crying out in pain and pleasure, nails digging into his large biceps as he waits for you to get used to it. “Fuck, baby,” Reiner moans. “You’re way too fucking tight. Pussy’s just sucking me in.”

“M-move, please,” you beg. “Please, Reiner.”

You don’t have to ask twice. Reiner is slamming his hips against yours in no time, pace getting faster and faster until you’re practically bouncing on the bathroom sink, tits moving up and down with the force of his thrusts. You just feel so small caged by his strong arms; the animalistic glint in his eyes making you feel like he’s about to eat you whole. Still, you can’t think much further than that, not with his huge cock fucking you dumb, brushing against every single sweet spot you have.

“G-God, you’re such a good girl,” Reiner hisses, one arm circling your waist so he can change the angle of his thrusts. “You’re taking my fat cock so fucking well, this tight little pussy is not even letting me slip out.” His cock throbs inside you as he says that, and some part of your fucked-out brain realizes that he must like the size difference just as much as you. “Tell me you like it, baby, tell me.”

“I love it,” you moan, throwing your head back. Reiner is attacking your neck in no time, deep voice vibrating against your jugular as your walls start to clamp around him. Your next words are a complete disconnected mess because of your orgasm, but every single one is like music to his ears. “R-Reiner, your cock’s s-so huge, so big, can’t take it— too much, it’s too much, I can’t...”

“Cum for me. You’re gonna be a good girl and gonna take every fucking inch of this cock,” he orders. You do both — walls spasming around his girth as your high washes over you, calling out his name again and again as if there aren’t hundreds of people just outside the bathroom door. But you don’t care, not when Reiner keeps using your pussy as his favorite toy, moaning and cursing as his own high approaches. “Tell me I can cum inside you,” he practically begs. “Tell me I can breed this pussy.”

You nod, still drunk off the pleasure. “Yes, please, fill me up, Reiner, please.”

His hand is on the back of your neck before you can think, pulling you into a kiss that is all teeth and tongue. “Gonna give you every drop of my cum, baby,” Reiner promises. “Gonna fill you up until your pussy is dripping.”

This time, you’re smart enough to believe his warnings. Reiner cums soon after — and he cums a lot. Wave after wave of white shoots out of his cock, his hands holding onto your hips so tightly you just know it’ll be sore in the morning. You’re stuttering out his name as another small orgasm rushes through your body, enough to push out his cum before he’s even done with it, dripping down the sides of his cock and onto the floor. With his size and his release, you feel as full as you can get, bliss overtaking your body as he finally pulls away.

“What a mess,” you giggle, looking down between your legs.

Reiner agrees with a chuckle, leaning in to place a soft kiss against your lips. “You did so well,” he praises and you feel yourself melt. “Mind if I call you one of these days?”

#reiner smut #reiner x you #aot reiner #Reiner x reader #reiner braun #reiner headcanons #aot smut #snk smut #attack on titan smut

[thecontumacious]

can you make a mysta x streamer!gn!reader like the one you did with vox? except this time they're doing a cooking simulator stream collab and reader can cook so they're trying to teach mysta how to cook :] i'm an avid mysta fan and i really love your headcanons <3 keep up the great work, author-chan!

Infuriating

pairing: Mysta Rias x Streamer!GN!Reader

a/n: as a person who can cook decent meals myself AND a perfectionist to measurements, that cooking stream was painful to watch, man 💀 also, anon, i don't wanna say reader is exactly 'teaching' in this instance. let's just say that reader is teaching mysta the hard way--

y’all know the deal

you were a nijisanji streamer, particularly debuting earlier than mysta

your first meeting on stream officially was as a host and him debuting

and let’s just say things fell into place naturally after you decided to drop by mysta’s chat~

especially for mysta

this man adored your charm and always found himself enjoying his time more when you dropped by the chats

at that point, you and mysta talked a lot over discord and he always, always tried to invite you for any possible collabs

the chat thinks mysta is obviously down bad for you

“hi y/n!”

“y/n’s here???? hi y/n—wait, YOU GUYS TRICKED ME THEY'RE NOT HERE FUCK YOU GUYS” 凸(｀⌒´メ)凸

the chat has so much fun

[COOKING SIMULATOR] 🔴 mysta cooks for y/n and chat [NIJISANJI EN | Mysta Rias]

“aight mysta, i’m counting on you not to poison me, kay?” you giggle

mysta exclaims, “i’m not poisoning anyone! in fact i haven’t poisoned anyone!”

“it’s a miracle that hasn’t happened too”

“oh fuck you, y/n”

but despite this, mysta enjoys your company

he is well aware of his limitations in the culinary world and your actual decent skills in it

why does he (a terrible chef) think streaming cooking simulator with you (a decent chef) would be a good idea for himself, hm?

to mysta, it’s not rly about impressing okay maybe just a bit hush but he’s looking forward to imbedding the memory of it

it’ll probably end in chaos but if it has made you laugh, mysta won’t mind

“alright, what should we start with y/n? cakes and cookies or pizza?“

“ooh dessert or pizza… personally, i’d like to see you try cakes and cookies first, mysta.”

“cakes and cookies? chat what’d you think?”

“cakes and cookies probably”

mysta frowns, “whys that?”

“bcs it’s relatively harder,” you begin to wheeze

“WHAT CHAT IS THAT TRUE OH MY GOD AND THEYRE SAYING THEY WANT CAKES AND COOKIES TOO—CHAT WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME SUFFER LIKE THIS”

“you’ll be fine, mysta,” you tell him, still laughing. “mostly.”

“you’re not really on my side either are you????” mysta whines, clicking on the cakes and cookies sim anyway

“i’ll try not to backseat, mkay?”

“you better fucking not. don’t flex your cooking skills on me. do that when vox is around”

but you just couldn't help but itch so much when mysta kept over measuring or doing the technique wrong ;-;

“you know what? it’ll be fine” mysta claims, flour overmeasured by a hundred or so grams

“no it's not mysta, that cake is gonna have too many solids now”

“IT'LL BE FINE!! believe in me for once!” he begins to protest once more, moving on to put in the next ingredient he's going to add too much of again

6:35 minutes of y/n being tortured by mysta’s inability to cook

y/n malds because of mysta’s food

continuation utc!

the gas tank arc 🛢:

“MYSTA DON'T PUT THAT THERE”

“WHAT WHY IT'LL BE FINE”

“EVERY TIME YOU'VE SAID THAT, EVERYTHING’S GONE WRONG”

mysta puts the gas tank on top of the stove anyway, just for the spite of it

“i’m gonna call it chat. if that thing explodes, i’m calling it—“

💥

“oh,” mysta deadpans

“i’m not even gonna say anything💀”

“guys look this looks so good!!” mysta exclaims as he pulls out the finished cake out from the oven, appearing with a surprisingly very decent result

“oh shit wow that does look good,” you comment to which mysta grins at

that camera may not catch it, but he’s very very flustered about getting your compliment(´ω｀*)

he's done something right in his life

“see? see? i can totally do this. okay okay let’s decorate it now! this one’s gonna be for you, y/n.”

“ah- thanks mysta-“

you had to call him out for all the unseiso references tho omfg

tbh mysta was just fishing a reaction from you lol

“mysta we’re in the goddamn kitchen this isn’t the time”

mysta could only giggle unseiso-ly moving on

the fact you call him out and react to it just makes him want to tease you even more hwjshsish

“mYSTA!”

“WHAT” mysta laughs his ass off

you can say that he kinda likes it when you scold him┐(-。ー;)┌

same goes for the pizza arc 🍕

“parme-SAN? what’s parme-SAN?”

you stare at mysta, absolutely baffled

“what’d u call it?”

“par-muh-SAN?”

“mysta it’s par-muh-ZAAN”

“… same thing.”

🧀 😭👎

“cant be surprised from someone who said it as ja-la-pe-no.”

“oh shut the fuck up”

🌶

the banter between you two is just the cutest thing the chat has ever seen, you won’t believe how many clips the clippers have made just you guys arguing over the most stupid things💀💀

“i wonder where food hygiene went,” you sigh upon seeing mysta drop the whole container of dough

“went up my fucking ass,” mysta retorts, casually putting the dough back in and on the counter again as though it hadn’t caught the floor’s bacteria

foodhygiene.file not found

“i’d never eat this pizza. i’d die first before doing that”

“come on it’s not that bad??? the worst outcome is prob like just a stomachache or sumn”

“food poisoning, lawsuits from the customers and probably the shut down of the actual restaurant mysta, that’s the worst outcome.”

“i’m not opening my own restaurant and it's just a game, y/n.”

“that’s not the point mysta—“

hardcore facepalm

“guys what cheeses have you tried? what about you, y/n?” mysta suddenly asks, picking up the mozzarella from the in game pantry

you hum before stating your answer

“huh i see,” he says. “i mean i have tried some cheeses. oh god but please not blue cheese. that’s literal mold. and you think i’d eat it because you’ve seen me eat mold”

“you eating bacteria aside mysta all cheese are mold, you idiot”

“no they’re not???? they’re just like processed milk right? and then like for blue cheese it’s left out for a long time until like mold forms,” mysta argues

you roll your eyes, “goddammit mysta that’s not how cheese making works. they’re all mold”

“well how do you know that?? it’s literally just milk and they add shit to it so it hardens to become cheese”

“exactly. it’s when it becomes cheese is it mold, mysta.”

“tHAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE??? MOLD TAKES LIKE A LONG TIME TO FORM, DOESN'T IT?"

“IT'S BASIC SCIENCE, BIOLOGY MYSTA. OF COURSE IT MAKES SENSE”

“OKAY OKAY DON'T FUCKING YELL AT ME”

“I WOULDN'T IF YOU HADNT BEEN SUCH AN IDIOT”

“ITS NOT MY FAULT CHEESE WORKS WEIRDLY”

“YOU'RE INFURIATING ME WITH YOUR LACK OF FOOD KNOWLEDGE”

“WELL YOU'RE INFURIATING ME WITH HOW FUCKING CUTE YOU ARE”

“YOU—“

wait what the fuck did he just say again

“what’d you say mysta?”

“I'M MAD YOU'RE SO FUCKING CUTE THAT I LIKE YOU SO MUCH AND IT'S MAKING ME SO STRESSED OUT”

even the chat was too stunned to say anything

you sit there, staring at mysta who is quiet, probably just as baffled by what he just sputtered out himself

you honestly… didn’t know what to say????

I MEAN WTF SHOULD YOU BE SAYING ANYWAY MYSTA RIAS HAD A CRUSH ON YOU AND LITERALLY ANNOUNCED IT ON STREAM

(ಠ_ಠ)????????

it’s only when the chat exploded, you had to say something

“m-mysta—“

“ALRIGHT ANYWAY ENOUGH ABOUT CHEESES THIS PIZZA ISN'T GONNA BAKE ITSELF” mysta cuts in, returning to his unfinished pizza and you to your own thoughts

chat wasn’t willing to let it go either, with the overwhelming roll of messages and supas waiting to be given attention by mysta about what he just said

“okay chat, we’re gonna speedrun this pizza okay? okay sauce first!”

how could this guy just move on from what he said like it was nothing???

you just sit there, dazed as though you had woken up from the weirdest dream while mysta continues to decorate his pizza

“wait it says garlic, did we get garlic?” you hear him say again. the chat was asking for your input on the matter too it seems, with how worryingly quiet you were

so you decide to follow mysta’s footsteps and play along with the causality, “no i don’t think we got garlic. go back to the pantry mysta”

mysta’s camera pans around, into the said pantry and quickly cuts up the garlic needed for the pizza, all the while you were unable to comment and the chat buzzing in with chaos

“okay let’s just put this in the rack thing—wait hold on, i can't interact with it,” you turn to the screen and indeed see the game glitching

you breathe a sigh of relief, seeing the open opportunity to take a break and... recollect

“is that a bug? you got bugged?” you inquire, leaning closer to the screen

mysta tries clicking everything on his keyboard and nothing reacts

while for the chat it was upsetting, you were never more glad for a game to bug

with how mysta was looking, he probably was too

“you’re moving tho, are you sure??” you ask again

“no! look! nothing is highlighted! chat i just broke the game,” mysta chuckles, aggressively running around the kitchen. “okay okay so i might have to end the stream now and probably start again after like 10-15 minutes because this is bugged.”

“yeah, you can’t even open the main menu either,” you add in

the chat hasn’t even calmed down from the recent “confession”

“okay chat i’ll see you in 15 minutes aight. im so sorry this happened. y/n thanks for coming too! i haven’t completely made you insane have i?”

“mysta you know fucking well enough how much that tortured me,” you hiss, to which mysta laughs

“okay okay fine i’ll buy you real pizza or something,” he says. “okay chat i’ll see you in a bit. mwah, bye!!!”

and with that, mysta’s screen switches to the ending display, finishing all misery you had to face that day

on the discord call, it’s quiet

and that’s when you realize mysta just went offline

the audacity

“THIS GUY HAS TO GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME” you curse out loud, grabbing hold of your phone to call the said culprit on discord

there was no way he’s gonna run from this. you needed clarification!! why the fuck did he say that??? what the fuck is going on even???

“mysta come on pick up…”

it took a whole killing 30 seconds before your call is answered

“he-hello?” mysta speaks, obviously shy with how he was stuttering

“mysta i-“ you inhale, admittedly nervous as well.

"THAT WAS FUN RIGHT? I ACTUALLY LEARNED SOMETHING FROM YOU!" mysta exclaims, shuffling around in a restless matter. he continues, "OKAY I NEED TO SET UP THE STREAM AGAIN, GOTTA GO NOW--"

“mysta don’t fuck around with me. what was that???? what you said on stream??”

the line is silent again and all you can hear is the erratic beating of your own heart and the shaky breaths of mysta

“alright,” he sighs. he takes a long breath in before saying, “i meant what i said. a-about liking you…”

oh

“i really do think you’re cute and it makes me so mad that you are. i just wanna make you laugh and hang out with you all the time. but i also don’t wanna bother you too much or annoy you with how i game. i’ve always wanted to say i like you but like i said, who the fuck would like me?” mysta’s voice is soft and the chaotic person he usually is online is gone

it’s almost as if you’re opening a different side to this man

“say something. anything,” mysta pleads.

“mysta i… “ warmth envelops your entire face, everything finally settling in. “you fucking idiot, don’t say that kind of shit to me. i-i like you too… you’re pretty fun to be around and i’m always excited when you ask me to collab. don’t just say no one would like you. i would, alright?”

the air hung awkwardly, not a single word spared.

sniffles

eh?

“mysta? are you okay?”

“no shit,” his voice is cracking up and it was very obvious he was breaking down.

your heart wrenches for him, “hey seriously what’s wrong? did i say something wrong?”

“no you idiot, i’m just—“ mysta sniffles again. “i can't believe you actually like me back. you’re just so cool and out of my league—“

“didn't i tell you not to say that kind of shit to me?”

mysta pauses and lets out a chuckle, “sorry.”

you sigh, “look mysta. you are an amazing person. look at how far you’ve come. you have so many good friends, co workers and a great audience! if anything, i thought you wouldn’t like me…”

“oh so we’re degrading ourselves now, hm?” mysta says, and you both laugh

“fuck you that’s not the point.”

“cheese nerd”

“shut the fuck up”

“… hey”

you reply, “hm?”

“i don’t know if you’re okay with this but,” mysta clears his throat once. “i-i don’t know like… are we a thing or something? like dating or whatever?”

“dating or whatever?” you snort, to which mysta begins to whine

“shut up. you get the idea”

your laughter dies down and you answer, “sure. let’s try dating or whatever.”

when you two finally end the call, for the first time, mysta feels like he doesn’t have to go for another sleepless night. he doesn’t feel like he had to miss your presence just as much. with the barrier finally broken between you two, it feels as though the one piece mysta had been looking for all this while is now here in his own two hands.

and he’s going to make sure he’s gonna take care of it the damnest he can.

🧡🧡

later post stream:

mysta rias 🟢: um y/n

mysta rias 🟢: can i ask for help

y/n l/n 🟢: with what?

mysta rias 🟢: i’m hungry and i still don't know how to cook

y/n l/n 🟢: pick up the phone ok

Masterlist!

#luxiem x reader #luxiem #mysta rias #nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijisanjien #mysta rias x reader #mystart #author chan’s delivery service ?

[seita]

— better than (m.)

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 3.087

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : college!au, athletic trainer!iwaizumi

tags : implied age gap (hes 27 reader is in college- age nkt specified. he's older tho), size kink, dom!iwa, pussy job (a lil bit), multiple orgasms, sensitivity kink (if u squint), squirting, fingering, creampie, aftercare.

note : this was just an excuse to write about how iwaizumi is better than any other boy <3 thank u to @toshisins for beta'ing this for me <3

+ summary : you're so tired of dumb college boys who hump and dump, with no stroke game, and can never even try to get you off. that is, until you meet 27 year old iwaizumi hajime.

When you first met Iwaizumi Hajime at the bar near your college campus, you noticed how good looking he was. Well, that was an understatement - he was tall, fit with tanned skin and a confident aura that made you weak in the knees.

You hadn't actually had the courage to approach him, however. Instead, you let some college boy buy you a cheap drink and take you home for some mediocre sex before kicking you out after not even 15 minutes of his reckless humping.

The second time you met him was at the same place. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that was almost empty. His back was to you and it gave you a wonderful view of his broad shoulders.

The mediocre lay from the last time you had been there attempted to chat you up again with false confidence, as if he had been the best fuck of your life. Naturally, you weren't having any of his bullshit - he tried to rub your clit like a scratch and sniff, forcing you to pry his hand away from it, there was no chance in hell you were giving him another second of your time. He definitely wasn't the type of guy who took rejection well, if not evident by the way he exploded and went off calling you a wide, colorful variety of names paired with numerous hurtful insults that had tears of humiliation filling your eyes.

“Hey now,” a smooth, deep voice had interrupted his very public spiel, “Don’t punish the girl for your own short comings, if she doesn't wanna fuck you again, don't you think that says more about your abilities as a man?”

The other man sputtered, muttering even more curses before storming out - probably not wanting to tussle with a guy who looked like he benched every second of his day.

There was something about Iwaizumi that just immediately had your heart skipping a beat over him. He was kind, a gentleman, and never seemed desperate or overbearing. He was confident and comfortable with himself and where he was in life.

You quickly learned that Iwaizumi was 27, almost 28 and worked as an athletic trainer so he traveled a lot.

For a while, your relationship seemed one sided with him. You'd text him and he’d reply but he rarely ever actually reached out to you. You tried flirting with him, asking him out for drinks, but it never seemed to pull him in.

It was frustrating. In basically no time at all, you had developed a stupid puppy dog crush on him. You felt like a middle school girl with a crush on a high school senior - like he was never going to give you the time of day. You were simply too young for him.

You eventually stopped trying with him, choosing to delete your message thread with him and continued on with your life.

You went through more college-boy hookups - all of them ending in disaster. Quite frankly, you were fed up with mediocre cock and being treated like shit when they were done with you. It wasn't a nice feeling, being kicked out after they didn't even bother trying to make you cum.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Iwaizumi would be like in bed. He was just so attractive, you knew he had gotten his dick wet more times than he could count. He definitely seemed the type who preferred relationships over hookups.

That's when it occurred to you.

You pulled out your phone and scoured your contacts. It had been a couple weeks since you spoke but you couldn't resist bugging him just one last time. You opened a new message thread with him and quickly typed the question that was now plaguing your mind.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

It was the question that had changed the course of your relationship with him.

When you asked, it was like everything fell into place. Perhaps it finally relayed to him the interest you had. All that really mattered was the fact he suddenly began talking to you, starting conversations and even venturing into phone calls with you.

You lost all interest in those college boys you once hung out with and went home with to get laid. None of them made you feel the way Iwaizumi could with a simple text message. He was everything a girl could ask for and you were shocked he was single.

Which was why you were quick to ask him on a date, not caring if it made you look desperate -- you practically were. You would be damned if he went off the market while you were busy beating around the bush.

Going on a date with Iwaizumi was like a dream. You were so used to dates at sleazy bars for a couple of drinks just so they could hurry up and take you home for a quick fuck.

Iwaizumi took the time to take you on several dates -- dinner, movies, walks around town to obscure shops he thought you might like, before it finally led to the bedroom.

You had never been nervous with sex but with Iwaizumi it was different. The routine was dumb college boys who usually fawned over your tits for a few minutes before their hard ons became the center of their brain function.

You found yourself completely bare on his bed as he stood at the foot, fully clothed. The way his eyes raked across your body like a lion eyeing its next, delicious meal had you curling in on yourself shyly.

His lips quirked up as your arms came across your breasts, shielding them from his predatory gaze, “Oh now, you know better than that, don’t you? What kind of good girl hides herself, hm? Acted so eager for my cock all this time, now you wanna be shy?”

You gasp, cheeks flushing hot as you register his words -- he’d known you wanted him that badly all this time?

He clicks his tongue, “You didn’t think you were subtle did you? Bet you would have done anything to get your paws on my dick when I got off work early the other day, hm? Showed up at your apartment...you were starin’ real hard at me, I’m right aren’t I?”

You think that to that day, lashes fluttering against your cheeks at the memory. He was wearing loose gray sweats and a muscle tank top that showed his biceps flexing with every movement he made. Your eyes had immediately been drawn, however more down to his crotch instead. Where you could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material.

You had stuffed your little fingers in your cunt for hours that night, thinking about how big he looked -- even soft, couldn’t imagine if he was hard.

“Ah, there you go again,” he muses, snapping you out of your haze, “Maybe if you ask real pretty for me, I’ll give you just what you want.”

“Please,” you immediately gasp, “Want you so much Hajime, i-it hurts. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you…”

“It hurts?” he huffs, finally reaching up to pull his shirt off, leaving you to ogle his pecs and defined abs, which flex as he works on removing his jeans, “Needy little cunt hurts ‘cause you don’t have a nice, fat cock stuffing it full? Such a dramatic little baby. I just know your phone is full of some little college boys’ numbers...why don’t you give them a call?”

You shake your head, “Don’t want them! I just know they’re not as good as you, Hajime, please...please make me cum, I'll do anything?”

“Aw, those idiot little boys don’t know how to make a pretty girl like you cum, is that it?” he asks, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs.

“No,” you pout, letting him spread your legs, hands under your knees to open you up to his greedy gaze.

“So compliant with me, you just need a real man to get you off, huh?” he smiles when you nod, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.”

Oh, you knew. Just from the way he moved his hips against yours, parting your folds so the head of his cock glided from your clenching little hole, dragging your slick up to your clit -- you just knew that he knew what he was doing.

As you looked between your legs, you felt yourself gush at the sight. His cock was so big, long and fat, drooling precum over your slick little slit, making a mess. He wrapped his fist around his length, making you whimper as his fingers couldn’t even wrap around the girth of him. He slapped his cock against your cunt, groaning at the strings of your slick that clung to him.

“Such a messy cunt,” he sighs, making sure to spank your clit with the head of his cock, laughing breathlessly when your thighs jumped in response to the sudden stimulation, “So fucking eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Uhuh,” you sigh, arching your hips, “Want you to fuck, please, Hajime, need it so bad.”

Much to your dismay, he shakes his head, “Can’t just put it in, pretty baby,” the pet name makes you whimper, “It’ll hurt too much, want you to feel good, yeah?”

“I can handle it,” you breathlessly reassure, canting his hips upward once more to drag your clit against that ridge on the crown of his cock, “Jus’ put it in…”

He doesn’t respond this time but still makes no move to put his cock inside. You’re distracted, however, by the way he now focuses on playing with your clit. Using his cock, he drags the underside across the hard little bud, slaps it once with the tip and before you know it your body is seizing up and you cum.

You let out a string of curses, falling limp against the bed as he works you through the quick high.

“See, that was so easy,” he chuckles, “Those stupid little boys you’ve been letting screw you have no idea what they’re doing, do they? Little cunts so sensitive, I barely even had to do anything to make you cum.”

You’re still trembling when you come down, licking your lips as you give him a dopey little smile and a nod at his cooing. He can’t resist leaning down, and pressing his lips against yours almost desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a deep kiss while his hand finds its way between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your slick little cunt.

You moan into his mouth, “Hajime ah! ...please, make me cum again.”

“Fuck, you’re so desperate for me,” he hisses through his teeth, “Clenching around my fingers so tight. If I crook my fingers...right here...I bet you’ll just…”

As if on cue, his fingertips hook on your g-spot and you squeal, legs kicking out as you gush around his fingers. He bites his lip and continues to fuck his fingers against that spot, watching your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you cum for the second time in mere minutes.

“Y-You’re so good, Hajime…” you praise softly, “Fuck, please, give me your cock now!”

He laughs and sits up properly again, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He examines them for a second, slick with your cum and streaks of cream covering the digits before he pops them into his mouth with a moan, savoring the taste of you.

“Alright, baby,” he sighs after pulling out his fingers with a pop!. He grips you beneath the knees again and scoots closer until his tip prods at your entrance. You shudder at the feeling, “Relax for me, pretty girl, let me in…”

Iwaizumi begins pushing in, letting out a soft groan as the head finally buries itself in your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, pulling your knees closer to your chest. The sound of you moaning and whimpering just from his head has him throbbing almost painfully against your tender cunt.

“Almost there…” he huffs, grinning at the sight of your eyes rolling back, “Ah, does that feel good?”

“Yes!” you cry out, “Biggest cock I’ve ever had…’s full…”

“Yeah, baby? It feels so good to finally get your cunt filled with a nice, big cock huh?” he laughs when you nod eagerly, “It’s alright, baby. You won’t have to deal with any mediocre college boys anymore, yeah? This cock’s all yours now…you hear that? All yours.”

Your hand flies down between your legs, finding your clit. He watches with lidded eyes as you circle the little bud and squeal, keeping his hips still to let you cum around his cock nice and hard like you need.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he hums, “Get yourself off, you know what you need...atta girl…”

You sigh happily at his praise, licking your lips and relax against the bed once more. He takes that as his hint that you were ready, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming back inside your sensitive cunt. It knocks the air from your lungs and you cry out, unable to hold back your noises as he fucks you senseless.

He uses his strength to keep you pinned, forcing your knees against your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his pistoning cock. Iwaizumi is so big that the stretch burns every time he sinks back into you, the tip touching your cervix with every calculated thrust, making your entire body ache with the deep pain of it.

But it all feels so good, you’d never been fucked like that before. He knew exactly where to aim his cock, keeping his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions, gaze flicking down to where his cock stuffs your cunt full to watch you coat him in your cream whenever he grazes that sweet little spot deep inside you -- a spot no other man had ever tried to find before.

“Feel good?” he questions, though he knew the answer even before you cry it out.

“Ah, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you sob, “I-It feels so good, Hajime! Fuck, you’re so good at fucking me! You make me feel like a virgin all over again!”

He grins, “Yeah, I know I am, baby.”

His cocky, confident response would have been a turn off with any other man, but with him -- it only made you moan. He had every right to be cocky, he knew just how to use his cock and it was exhilarating.

“You gotta cum again for me, pretty,” he pants, “Cum again, one more time, let go.”

Your throat burns from how much you scream for him, the messy noises coming from him fucking your sloppy cunt should be embarrassing -- you’ve never made such a mess before. You’ve never been so wet, creaming and gushing all the way down his balls.

He didn’t seem to mind, instead he seemed to only be turned on by it.

“I want you to squirt, can you do that for me? Make a pretty mess for me.”

You shake your head, “D-Don’t know how...Can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby,” he purrs, “I can make you, you know that I will.”

You didn’t but, you couldn’t help but nod -- immediately believing him and trusting him. He shifts his knees just slightly, changing his center of balance before his palm curls over your pubic bone, thumb effortlessly finding itself pressed against your clit.

The change in angle lets him hit your g-spot even more brutal than before. You’re immediately arching and crying out for him, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm slam into you faster than you’d ever experienced.

Instead of slowing you down, he works you through it, keeping the same, animalistic pace and keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad of his thumb has you ogling. If anything, the calloused hands of Iwaizumi proves to you how much of a real man he is, those college boys have nothing on him.

“Give it to me, c’mon,” he urges, clenching his teeth together from the effort it takes to keep going to this hard and fast pace.

“H-Haji…” you cut yourself off as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge again. This time, something feels different and you can’t help but sob, “Please! I-I’m gonna-!”

“That’s it, fuck!” he moans, pace stuttering when you squirt -- your cum splashing against his abs as you shudder and squeal, “Good fuckin’ girl, my good girl. Shit, where do you want me to cum?”

“I-Inside! Fuck, please! I need your cum!” you immediately sob, nails biting in his biceps where you reach out to grip him -- trembling and crying from overstimulation as he works towards his own high.

“You sure? Shit,” you nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips as he finally stills, spilling his load deep inside with a long, drawn-out groan.

Everything is still for a moment and then he’s pulling out with a hiss. You whine at the feeling of your cunt gaping, yearning for his cock again, as his cum leaks out.

He hums, “Sorry about that, let me get you cleaned up.”

You sigh, and close your eyes, trying to relax and let your body settle its trembling. He comes back and quietly works on cleaning the mess between your thighs.

“Alright, up you go,” he sighs, taking your arm and helping you to your feet. You whine and wobble for a second, making him laugh, “You good?”

“Y-Yeah…” you stumble a bit and lean against his dresser, looking for your discarded clothes.

He has his back to you as he strips his sheets. Suddenly, you feel shut out -- like you shouldn’t be there anymore.

He brushes past you to his closet, pulling out some fresh sheets. You feel silly, standing there naked while he gets ready for bed. You bend down and grab your panties, clumsily putting them on before moving to pick up your dress, where it’s crumpled on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” he laughs, “That won’t be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Huh?” you tilt your head to the side and he pauses fluffing his pillows.

“What...you didn’t think I was kicking you out, did you?” he asks and scoffs at the face you make.

“Well I...usually I…” you shift on your feet nervously and he frowns, walking up to you.

He cups your cheeks and makes you look at him, “Jesus, who have you been fucking?” he laughs and gently nudges you towards the bed, “Lay down before you fall over.”

Fighting back a smile, you do as you’re told and sit on the bed, watching as he puts on a fresh pair of sweats, waiting for him to join you. When he does, he immediately pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take a nap, and then we’ll take a shower.”

“It’s 11 at night, it wouldn’t be a nap,” you counter with a giggle.

“Well,” he sighs, “Take a shower in the morning then, and then we can go get breakfast, yeah?”

You smile and relax against him, “Sounds good.”

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[tenswrld]

old enough to understand

mark lee x reader, childhood friends to lovers, fluff

summary: now that you’re older, you seem to finally understand how mark makes you feel

a/n: came up with this at 2am while listening to my mark lee dedicated playlist and pluto projector came on and u already know that one part made me emotional also do u like my doodles i made on the photo ^^

growing up, you were surrounded by the concept of love. you witnessed it with your parents, when you got your first pet, and even when you took your first bite into your favorite fruit.

when you first met mark lee at the age of 6, you didn’t think that the word love would apply to him. at least, not in the way that you knew it. 

“no! it’s mine, i don’t want to give you any!” the young boy yelled.

“you can just go get more! i just want some watermelon!” you screamed back.

“go get some yourself!”

angry, you stomped away towards the table of adults. “mrs. lee, mark won’t give me a piece of his watermelon.”

the older woman laughed softly before getting up and leading you to the table of fruit. “forgive him, watermelon is his favorite. i’ll be sure to make sure he shares next time, okay?”

while you ate your own fruit alone in the grass, mark came up to you scratching his neck awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. “i’m sorry for being rude...i just really like watermelon...”

you narrowed your eyes at him before bursting into a fit of giggles, offering your own watermelon out to him. “it’s okay, mark, i like watermelon too. i understand.” he took the piece that you held out to him and took a seat next to you.

when you first met mark, you didn’t think anything of him except for that he was the dorky boy next door who seemed to reserve the concept of love for his favorite fruit.

in middle school, you and mark seemed to clash heads more often than not, and you found it hard to stick around him. desperate to seem cool in front of the new friends that he made, mark steered away from you and teased you whenever he saw you in the halls. you almost despised him in your middle school years, but no matter how much teasing he did mark always waited for you outside of the school gates and walked you home safely. 

though he was still unsure of the role you had in his life, mark knew that he wanted to keep you around.

in high school, your parents fantasized about the idea of the two of you dating, but you and mark always recoiled at the thought. friend groups and social status set you and mark even further apart and before you knew it you became a messenger to girls who wanted mark to call their own. when you got your first boyfriend in sophomore year, mark tried to warn you that the guy was no good, but like always you never listened to him. when he broke your heart, you expected mark to scold you and tell you he told you so, but he provided you comfort in his arms instead.

though he didn’t love you then, mark vowed that he would never let your heart get broken again.

when it came time for you and mark to go off to college, you found yourself a lot more upset than you had initially thought you would be. you were excited to go off and find yourself elsewhere, but something about not having the silly, brown haired boy by your side 24/7 felt strange. granted, you two weren’t as close as your six year old self thought you would be, but you found that you and mark held a special type of bond that you feared you wouldn’t find anywhere else. 

you still hadn’t figured out your love for mark lee, but you knew that leaving him was one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do.

“just...promise to call often, okay?” you told him as you walked with him to his car, a box of his things in your arms.

mark’s lips curled up into a smug smile. “why? gonna miss me that much?” 

you rolled your eyes. “you’re making me regret saying that. you’ll be lucky if i don’t block you after this, idiot.”

mark laughed loudly and you found yourself smiling softly at the sound. you placed the box in his truck before you both turned to each other. “i’ll text you everyday and call when i can. don’t worry, you can’t get rid of me that easily. you’ll probably be hearing about my uncontrollable gas everyday so if that’s not what you’re looking for then...”

you laughed and shoved his shoulder, mumbling for him to shut up. “it’s gonna be weird without you, i think.”

mark shrugged. “yeah, well, we’ll see each other again. just think about it like that time where you got so mad at me for blowing up your house in minecraft that you ignored me for a week!”

mark expected you to laugh but became concerned when he saw your lip quivering and your eyes threatening to spill tears. “y/n? sorry, is that, like, a sensitive memory?”

when you suddenly wrapped your arms around his torso and mumbled a soft ‘i’ll miss you’ into his chest, mark cursed at himself for being the first one to fall in love.

___

“isn’t it like 4am for you? you should go to bed,” you scolded him half heartedly. you sat at your vanity on facetime with a sleepy mark as you did your nightly skincare routine.

mark groaned through the phone and shook his head. “but i wanna talk to you,” he whined groggily. “i miss you.”

your cheeks heat up and you smiled shyly. “i miss you too, mark.”

mark blinked slowly with a tired look, his hair all messed up and his face in need of a shave. he watched you silently as you rubbed your moisturizer into your skin, smiling at the sight. “...you’re really pretty you know that?”

you froze and chuckled nervously, keeping yourself busy with your moisturizer so you didn’t have to see the way mark was looking at you. “you’re talking nonsense again.”

he grumbled, “i’m not talking any nonsense. you’re so pretty, y/n, i miss seeing your face. i hate facetime and my shit wifi.”

“you’re rambling, marky, go to bed,” you ushered him, this time grabbing your phone to look at him.

he smiled fondly at you. “i like it when you call me marky.”

“okay, i’ll call you it more if you go to bed.” 

mark huffed and complied, bidding you one last goodbye. “fine. i miss you so much, y/n, call me tomorrow.”

“okay, i will.”

“promise?” mark asked softly, peeking open one eye to look at you.

“i promise, you big baby.”

“okay, goodnight. love you,” mark mumbled softly into his pillow, already half asleep.

your breath hitched in your throat at his words. you two hardly ever said that phrase to each other but you began to realize that nowadays mark seemed to say it quite often. before, you’d probably make a face in disgust at the cheesiness, but now it only made your stomach sick with butterflies.

“yeah, love you too, marky. sleep tight.” 

already fast asleep, mark stayed silent. your thumb hovered over the ‘end call’ button, but you waited a few more seconds just to look at how peaceful mark looked. you could see the sky turning from a dark black to a paler blue from his window, making you frown since the boy had stayed up so late. before you could look at him any longer, you ended the call and sat back in your chair.

loving mark lee had always seemed impossible to you, but now you realized that it was the one thing that you wanted to do for the rest of your life.

___

you spent a lot of time thinking about your feelings for mark while you were away and most of it was you being in denial. you thought that maybe it was just because you weren’t used to being so far away from him, but deep down you knew otherwise. your friends had tried setting you up on blind dates, yet no one seemed to fill in the gap that you felt you had in your heart.

after you finished your first year of college, your mother began to pester you about having a boyfriend for you to bring home for the holidays. yet no matter how many guys you thought about, your mind would always bring you back to mark.

it was now christmas time and your family and mark’s family were going to have a small get together, meaning that you and mark would get to spend time with each other in person again. you weren’t sure if you should tackle mark at the sight of him, but you figured he would do the same to you anyway.

“y/n, sweetheart! my gosh, it’s been so long! you’ve grown up so well,” mark’s mother cooed as she gave you a warm hug.

you chuckled and returned her hug, replying with, “thank you, mrs. lee. it’s nice to see you again.”

she playfully nudged your shoulder. “any boyfriend yet?”

you laughed awkwardly and shook your head, looking away. “oh, um, no...not yet.”

she beamed. “mark will be happy to hear that.” she said it so fast that you almost didn’t catch it. “he’s out back waiting for you. i told him i’d tell him when you got here, but it’ll be a nice surprise for him,” she winked.

you thanked her briefly before making your way to the backyard excitedly. you thought that you’d be more nervous facing the boy you loved but, frankly, all you wanted to do was finally tell him that you loved him.

when you opened the door mark immediately turned his head, expecting to see his mom, but his facial expression completely changed when he saw you. he ran up to you with the brightest smile on his face and engulfed you into his arms. you laughed joyously into his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you as close to his chest as humanly possible.

“you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to do that,” he mumbled into your hair.

you smiled against his shoulder before pulling away to look at him. the two of you held eye contact for what felt like an eternity before mark finally returned his arms back to his side.

“even though we call everyday, it feels like i’m meeting you for the first time all over again,” mark said with a light laugh.

“i hope i lived up to your expectations, then,” you joked.

mark smiled fondly at you before brushing snow out of your hair. “definitely above expectations.”

you blushed at his comment but thanked the cold weather for hiding your rosy cheeks. before you could make more small talk, mark burst out into another sentence.

“y/n, i have to get this off of my chest before i explode,” he blurted.

your eyes widened and you nodded your head. “oh, um, okay, what is it?”

he gripped at his hair and turned around, beginning to whine. “oh my god, i’m gonna sound like the biggest idiot on earth. please don’t hate me after this.”

“...what did you do, mark?”

“i didn’t do anything! well...” he faced you again with a sigh and grabbed your hands taking you by surprise. “y/n, i’m in love with you. and i know you probably just see me as that stupid annoying boy your mom forced you to be friends with but i’ve loved you for over a year and it’s driving me crazy and i-”

“mark!” you interrupted him, placing a hand over his mouth. he looked at you with wide eyes while you smiled at him, practically glowing with happiness. you removed your hand from over his mouth and he sighed again.

“just reject me so i can go cry in my room.” mark shut his eyes and prepared himself for rejection but it never came.

“i love you too, mark.”

mark opened one at to stare at you suspiciously. “...really? like, seriously?”

you chuckled. “yes, really. for a few months now.”

“wait, you’re not pranking me or anything, right?” mark asked with a small laugh.

you glared at him. “mark...”

“i’m sorry, i’m just really surprised!” mark opened his mouth to say something but then gasped and dug into his back pocket to grab something.

when he pulled out a small piece of mistletoe you seemed to fall in love with the brunette boy all over again. he grabbed one of your hands and gently pulled you closer to him, using the other hand to hold the mistletoe over your guys’ heads. 

“i brought this just in case. i know that you’ve always fantasized about a moment like this so...” he said sheepishly. “kiss me?”

you laughed and brushed his hair out of his eyes before cupping his cheeks and placing a soft kiss on his lips. you felt him smile into the kiss, making you laugh and pull away.

“been waiting for that one too, huh?” you teased.

mark waved the mistletoe above the two of you and shook his head. “less talking and more kissing please...”

it took you over 10 years for you to realize that you loved mark lee but, if you had to, you would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

#mark lee #mark lee x reader #mark lee oneshot #mark lee fluff #NCT #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct dream #nct mark #nct oneshot #im so bad at writing confession scenarios im so sorry #superm #mark lee oneshots

[aetherarf]

hi! i’m seeing your diluc father figure headcanons and i wanna ask if you can write some where reader had lost their parents and at a young age clung on to diluc and saw them as their father? (*´v｀) thank u!

Deciding to write the scene where Diluc adopts reader.

Also, AGAIN, I'm aware 'x reader' is romantic in nature BUT I JUST TAG IT FOR TRACTION. This fic is completely platonic/famillial in nature.

[[ Platonic / Famillial ]]

[[ Summary: Just a wandering child through Mondstadt, fighting to get a meal each night, until a kind man shows up...

Word Count: 2'034 ]]

The thunder boomed overhead, and the tears on your face felt like nothing amongst the rain that hit your face. Soaked to the bone, you couldn't even see far enough in the darkness to tell where the nearest building must be, much less the nearby city, or even Springvale!

You just wanted to run, the lightening having struck far too close for your liking, watching a poor, innocent tree explode into little pieces, close enough that it could've easily scorched you alive.

So you ran, you ran until you saw some odd... Structures. In the midst of night, and through the horrific rain, you truly had no idea what they could be, but as you set your hand on them, they seemed... stable. Stable and covered in leaves. It didn't do the best job at shielding you from the rain, but it made the wind that much less painful as it raked its claws over your skin...

The sky lit up, and then thunder rang out, you slamming your hands on your ears, feeling your very eardrums tremble at the horrific noise, your tears mixed in with the cold rain as you began to sob, just wanting it all to... to...!

"Hey,"

You jumped and screamed, staring at whatever spoke--

A... person? You heard the noise of rain pitter pattering on an umbrella, and as far as you could tell, he seemed dry... mostly.

"Are you lost?" A mans voice, but in the dark, you could only see his silhouette... You stared at him...

"I-I," you found yourself searching for words "I don't ha-have anywhere to go."

There was a moment of silence, and thunder rang out again, and you could only flinch-- but the man held out his hand, and the lightning was enough to let you see.

"Come inside, I'll keep you safe and warm for the night." He offered, and you... stared. Maybe you should be worried, but...

Thunder crackled, and you didn't just grab his hand, you leapt into his arms, he staggered, but his arm wrapped around you, shifting and picking you up with one arm, the other still holding the umbrella--it was a little incredible that he was carrying you so easily, but...

... You were more thinking about how warm he was, you had been cold for so long, dark windy nights alone, or the rain haunting you, you forgot warmth outside of the sun on your skin, which felt all too fleeting with the winds forcing clouds between the both of you.

The man walked inside the Winery, stopping to set the umbrella against the wall, and shutting the door firmly behind him, setting you down onto the ground.

You looked at the entire winery... it... it was so nice! So... warm...

The thunder rang again, but it wasn't all that loud. Sure, it was a little scary, but... It was distant now, the walls of stone protected you.

"Little bird," He said, and you froze, then looked up at him-- he had already pulled off his coat, "Get your shoes off, please," He had set the coat over your shoulders--so large, it had partially dragged on the ground when you wore it, "I don't think there's any clothes that can fit you here, but I'll find something warm and dry for you for the night."

You toed off your shoes, leaving them near the front door... but you looked at them for a moment, then at him--He was already walking off, and your feet hit the ground as you chased after him, until you bumped into his legs, and he looked back at you...

... his eyes were... really bright.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, turning around to face you.

"... Where are you going?"

He raised his brow, the first true expression you've seen from him, "Getting something for you to wear."

You looked down for a moment, then back at him, your mouth agape for a moment as you wondered if it was out of line to ask...

"Can-can... I come?"

He looked at you for a moment, before he replied, "I'm not doing anything interesting, but you can come."

You felt a wave of relief, he didn't seem mad at all, and you didn't have to be alone... while you were used to being alone, a single second without having a choice in the matter felt like it was going to rip you up from the inside out.

He held out his hand again-- and, compared to yours, it was large. You grabbed it, and he gently tugged on his arm, and by extension, you, before he began to walk. You looked at the surrounding area, and every so often, he gestured to a door or hallway, "Restroom that way," "This is likely the room you'll be staying in," He clearly wanted you to know where to go.

Finally, you stopped at a door, "This is my room, you'll likely have to wear a shirt of mine until we can get you some clothes of your own... Just for tonight, is that alright?"

You looked down at your own clothes, wet and torn and... well, they had long since outlasted their usage. The coat, his coat, was the only nice thing you were wearing, or had worn in a long time.

"Oh, that's... that's okay!" You half squeaked out... even if it was a big shirt, if it was warm and dry... well, you were happy.

He looked back at you, eyeing you for a second...

"I could run a bath for you, as well. It'd probably been awhile."

It felt a little mean that he said that, but... it was true.

"Uhm, that's nice, but... you're already being so nice, Mister... You don't have to."

"Nonesense," he gently chided, "You're a child, you deserve to be taken care of..." For a second, he was confused, "And I can assume you have no parents to take care of you."

"... No. I don't." That was the simple answer.

"Well... I'm not very good with people," he admitted, looking at a shirt--it was a dark grey, and definitely too big for you... but it seemed somewhat smaller than the rest of his clothes, the only thing that you wouldn't be pathetically dwarfed in. "But I'm not about to let a little bird like you freeze in the rain."

You didn't know how to feel...

"Thank you, Mister..."

"You don't need to thank me... just try not to make a mess, and we'll be even, alright?"

That was... right, you could do that.

"Now, do you want me to run a bath? I could cook something for you while you're in there."

"... that would be nice."

He grabbed the clothes, and brought you to the bathroom, getting it set up, putting some odd... salts? And a few drops of an odd liquid into the tub, it smelled... nice. He left so you could tend to yourself, giving you all the privacy you could need.

After a long, warm bath, you took the liberty of draining the tub and [trying, at least] to rinse it out... Just to make sure any mud or grime that was on your skin didn't stick to the edges, but you weren't really sure if you did a good enough job... No matter what, it had been a long time since you felt clean and relaxed, but you still wanted a meal in your tummy before sleeping... besides, sleeping in water was bad... You didn't remember who said that, but someone got mad at you for it.

The shirt and shorts you were given were awkward at best, you tying a knot into the bottom of the shirt, so you wouldn't trip over it, but it still went almost to your knees. You walked around, trying to remember where everything was, but the gentle sound of metal clicking metal alerted you to him.

Finding him cooking, he was cooking something that smelled... good. Maybe a little bit spicy? Smelled good, though.

"Uhm," the noise was more to alert Diluc to your presence than anything else, "Sir?"

"Take a seat," He nodded his head to the table, and you walked over, the tile cold beneath your feet... but much more preferable to the feeling of destroyed shoes getting stuck in half frozen mud, "It's a simple dish," he said, "Just some vegetables and meat. I know, you probably don't like vegetables, but they're good for you..."

"I'm sure it'll be yummy." It had been so long since you've eaten a proper meal, he could probably put dirt on a plate and you'd gobble it up.

A few moments of silence, and you mostly just kicked your feet as you waited, and he set a heaping plate of food in front of you, "You don't have to finish your plate," he said, "And if you want more, there's more. I'm going to get your room ready."

"Wait, uhm, sir?" You asked, and he didn't even get a chance to walk off, "I... I don't wanna be alone."

He stared at you for a moment... he was definitely a weird man, but not in a bad way. In a sort of... an ugly dog with a broken snout is weird and different, but not bad. Maybe it's nicer than other dogs.

"Do you want me to stay with you until you're done?"

"Y-yeah, but, uhm..."

You didn't want to be alone in this stormy night. He seemed strong, he carried you like you were no heavier than a bag of feathers.

"Do you," he examined your face, "Want to sleep in my bed, with me?"

You looked down, fiddling with your fork.

"Is that okay?"

For a second, he was silent. He was probably thinking.

"If you really want to, then I suppose that's fine."

You couldn't help but beam, oh... your last fear for the night was gone. Food in your tummy, clean, warm, and you wouldn't have to be alone...

For a second, there was dread for tomorrow, when it was, no doubt, your time to leave, but you refused to think about it. He was so nice, maybe... Maybe you could stay? You'd be okay with working for him! It was better than being all alone...

"Sir?" You asked, as he was cleaning something,

"You can call me Diluc."

The name was... familiar.

"Oh, uhm... Diluc? What's going to happen tomorrow?"

The sound of scrubbing ceased, and he turned his head to look at you out of the corner of his eye, "What do you mean?"

You looked down again, "Well, you're really nice, and... uhm... I know you're being nice because it's rainy... but I don't have anywhere to go." You said, poking at your food, "I-I know! You must be super duper busy, but... I can work for you! I kinda know how to clean!"

Diluc fully looked at you, and it was pure bewilderment on his face, and if it wasn't your fear of him yelling at you, it would've been funny,

"Absolutely not, you're a child," he said, "You can stay with me for as long as you need. We can talk about finding you a proper family another time, all you need to worry about is... well, kid things."

"... You... I can stay?"

"Of course. I'm not going to abandon a child." He insisted, returning to cleaning, "You don't need to worry about 'adult things', about how to take care of yourself. You should, I don't know, worry about making friends or maybe about your studies, or about what you want to do that day. The fact that you're so worried about..."

He sighed.

"I'm sorry, you've done nothing wrong. Trust me," the sound of him setting down a plate, "You're safe as long as I have anything to do with it, alright?"

You sort of just stared... One part of you wanted to cry, but as he walked over, he-

You flinched, but all he did was affectionately pat your back.

"Eat, little bird, it won't be as good if you wait for it to get any colder."

Now all you worried about was how fast you could get it in your stomach, and then get to bed.

#genshin impact #diluc #diluc x reader #genshin diluc #genshin x reader #bark writes #hurt and comfort #fluffy bark #// was gonna make it longer but #// cant rlly overdo myself lest i make less content for everyone

[whorefordazai]

hi hi its me!! im just feeling really bad and holding my tears rn. can i get anything with aku/chuu/dazai, whoever u deem more fit! they are my comfort bbys. running away from home, even if its just for a night,maybe going to some rooftop or a drive at night. my situation at home isnt the best and i feel rly caged and anxious bc i don't have friends to go out with when my situation gets overwhelming so i just break down in my room haha. anyways, i hope this is good enough? just some comfort or validating words!! sending hugs to u rai, ilysm. thank u for doing this its basically therapy for me ajsbdhd ❤️🌷

I hope things get better for you bestie, love you <33

“Till forever falls apart”

ft. dazai x gn! reader

genre: fluff, comfort

wc: 1.5k (I think🥲)

synopsis: running away from home with dazai yup yup !! simply a big fat cliche but it’s my guilty pleasure of fluff 🌝 includes a lot of kisses, hand holding, and comfort 🧍‍♂️

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick the fucking tock.

The clock made no noise, but you imagined it did. After all, that was what usually happened when one planned to sneak out during ungodly hours of the night. Looking at the time, it read 3:54 am.

You couldn’t stay here for one more second.

Swiftly, yet quietly lifting off the covers from your body, you got up from bed, and made your way to the window. It wasn’t sunrise yet. The sky was still dark, the streets peacefully quiet. The street lamp flickered, the airy fog was light against the ground.

It was perfect.

It wasn’t perfectly planned—but knowing Dazai, it wouldn’t go completely wrong. Feeling suffocated and unable to stay home, you had spontaneously called him two hours prior, around 2 am. His disoriented sleepy voice had picked up the call.

“...Hm? Babe? What time is it...” Dazai’s delicate husky voice spoke through the phone.

You could almost imagine him letting out a yawn and stretching out in his futon, brown curls resting against his face, his eyes tearing up from the yawn. You mentally cursed yourself when a smile appeared on your lips from hearing the mere sound of his voice.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah, it’s 2 am. Listen I...” your words stopped before you could continue. You gulped. Would he even be up for this? Would he be up for running away?

Dazai seemed to notice your voice falter. He spoke more hushed this time. “Are you okay? Are you safe? Do you need me to get you?”

You stayed silent for a few seconds before exhaling.

“No...well, yes but no. And...no you don’t need to come get me. I just wanted to hear your voice, Osamu. Thanks—you can go back to sleep now.”

You bit your lip, your finger hovered over the hang up button.

“ADADADA WAIT!—“

You raised an eyebrow. Dazai’s voice now spoke louder, as if his tone was full of mischief. “Huh?”

“Darling, I wasn’t sleeping anyway. In what universe would Dazai Osamu be sleeping at 2 am? C’mon sweetheart—you know me better than that.” He chuckled.

Your breathe hitched for a second—and then you laughed. It was a quiet airy laugh. He’s right...what was I so worried about?

“Okay then,” you giggled, voice laced with a plan.

“What do say about running away with me at 4 am?”

“Why that is...MARVELOUS!! Running away is what I do best!”

You laughed again, still managing to keep a hushed voice. “Alright—then come pick me up at 4 am will you? 4 am sharp.”

“You got it, babe.” You could almost picture his devilish smirk and golden brown eyes glinting with mischief.

The clock now read 4:01 am. Dazai was definitely here.

You gulped as you opened the window in your room, careful not to make even the tiniest noise.

And there he was.

It was barely noticeable, but you could see Dazai’s figure between the dark shadows in the car. As you both made eye contact, a smile appeared on your lips.

Just to be cheesy, you blew him a kiss, and he dramatically caught—pressing his fingers to his lips.

Getting out of the window was the easy part—actually leaving without anyone noticing was going to be difficult. It would’ve been even more difficult if Dazai wasn’t here to help you.

“Hi.” You smiled, sitting down on the passenger seat next to him.

“Hi.” He smiled back. The two of you looked at each other for a few seconds, before Dazai moved closer and put a hand on your cheek, immediately locking lips with you.

Hands immediately wrapping around his neck, you smiled into the kiss. The butterflies in your stomach exploded when his hand wrapped around your waist, squeezing your hip. When his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, you breathlessly chuckled and pulled back.

“Hurry, let’s get out of here! We can continue this later~” You scratched the back of your neck, cheeks flushed pink.

“Off we go then!” He smirked, eyes looking forward and hands shifting the car gear.

And you were off.

Probably driving around seventy miles per hour, Dazai rolled down the windows and turned on the radio for some music. You grinned, hearing the sound of the breeze down the music.

“This is—why didn’t we do this sooner!?” You laughed, feeling the wind flush against your face. You looked over to Dazai, who had an equally huge smile on his face, his brown curls being swept back by the wind.

“Y/n—we’re about to drive through a tunnel. Peek your head out the car roof! I swear, it’ll feel amazing!” Dazai beamed, sliding open the car roof so that you would be ready.

“Huh?! Are you sure—”

“I’m very fucking sure!!” He laughed.

“OH—okay then!” A smirk appeared on your lips as you stood up and peaked out half your body through the roof.

It was fucking amazing.

The tunnel was brightly lit with yellow lights, the wind was blowing through your hair. In that moment...hell, you couldn’t even explain how you were feeling in this moment.

As the car stopped on a red light, you sat back down in your seat and closed the car roof. Dazai smirked. “That was cool, right?”

“Very fucking cool. Although, next time I’d like to do in your arms.” You smiled. He raised his eyebrows, and grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles.

A sudden chill went through your body as the wind blew colder. You shivered, rubbing your arms up and down. You chuckled to yourself. I must’ve forgotten to grab a hoodie in all this rush…

“Here, put this on.” Dazai chuckled, leaning to the back seat and grabbing a black hoodie. You eyed him carefully, grabbing the hoodie he was handing to you.

Putting it on, you immediately felt a sense of warmth envelope your skin. Shivering once again, you hugged yourself. It smelled exactly like him.

“Thanks, Osamu…” you softly smiled. He glanced your way for a few seconds before nodding. “No problemo!”

“...No, seriously.” You lightly scoffed with a small smile on your face. You put your hand on his.

“Without you...I would’ve still been stuck there. You have no idea how much you’ve helped….”

Your words were stopped when you felt Dazai grab your hand and intertwine your fingers. He turned his head towards you, a smile on his lips. “I know...call me anytime, okay? I wanna see you all the time.”

You pressed a quick kiss on his lips, sitting back in your seat. Your eyes were practically lit up as you rubbed small circles on Dazai’s knuckles.

You felt simply...the only word to describe it was euphoric. The rush in your bones. It was so fucking cliche, running away with your boyfriend at 4 am.

It was so perfectly cliche that you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

“We’re here,” Dazai’s voice sang as he slowed down the car to a complete stop. You looked ahead—it was fairly dark, only a few street laps illuminating the building in front of you.

“An abandoned building…?” Your mouth opened, eyes a little wide.

“Yup! Now come on….” Dazai smiled, pulling your hood over your head and squeezing your face. He moved closer and pressed several kisses on your cheeks, nose, and forehead. Practically anywhere he could get access too.

“H-hey! that’s—a lot—of—kisses!!” You managed to say between breaths as he continued to kiss your lips every time you began to talk. Both his hands were squeezing your cheeks like a baby.

He suddenly laughed, the soft grip on your cheeks now turning into a caress. Dazai’s thumb rubbed soft circles against your cheek. He seemed to quiet down, but he was now staring into your eyes

“Uh...are we gonna go inside or…?” You raised an eyebrow, gently tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear. It was soft, just like how you remembered it to be.

“Yeah...let’s go.” He smirked, hands leaving your face and opening his own door to get out of the car. You got out a second after him, feet hitting the soft dirt.

Dazai suddenly clasped your hand in his, pulling you with him as he dashed to the entrance. Your eyes flew open. “W-wait! Dazai, you seem really excited—“

“No time to speak, darling—were on the move!!” He laughed, pulling the both of you up endless stairs. You felt an enabling rush as Dazai ran ahead of you, hands held together. The buzz in your body, the euphoric smile that never left your lips.

“We’re here,” Dazai gasped out, coming to a halt. The breeze gently blew across the huge clearing. You rested your hands on your knees for a second, just to catch your breath.

“We’re...on the roof…?” You bit your lip, suppressing the huge idiotic smile that was about to make its way onto your face. Dazai nodded, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“This is...beautiful.” The roof was dark, it was ghostly quiet. You could only see the city lights from across the railing. Dazai walked to the edge, hand still intertwined with yours.

He leaned against the metal bar, hands gripping the pole with a huge smile on his lips.

God, he looked so beautiful. His brown hair was gently flowing against the breeze, the bridge of his nose seemed to perfectly shape the rest of his face. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you smiled.

“You’re not gonna ask me to jump off the roof with you, hm?” You whispered as a joke. He glanced at you for half a second before wrapping his whole arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.

“No...not today, darling.”

His eyes seemed glassy, but somehow the clearest you’d ever seen. You blinked a couple times, before finally settling your face back into his shoulder.

“You know,” he mumbled into your hair. “I look at you in a way I thought I could never look at someone.”

You stayed silent, both your hearts beating. He continued.

“I look at you, with love in my eyes. Love I didn’t know was in me...love I didn’t know I was capable of feeling.” He licked his lips with half lidded eyes. “I look at you with the love I thought I had lost.”

You buried your face deeper into his chest. “I love you so much, Dazai.” You whispered. He kissed the top of your head, humming in response.

“I wanna stay like this forever.” You mumbled, eyes suddenly becoming foggy, remembering you had no one back home.

“I know.” He softly whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“I wanna stay with you forever.”

“I know.”

“Just with you, Dazai. No one else.”

“I know.”

“But we can’t...it won’t last forever.”

“...I know.”

He suddenly wrapped his arms around your whole body, hugging you as if you were going to disappear. One of his arms circled your waist, while the other held the back of your head.

“Then we’ll stay like this—till forever falls apart.” You mumbled, inhaling his sweet scent.

He nodded, kissing the tip of your nose. “Till forever falls apart.”

a/n: a part of this was inspired by the movie perks of being a wallflower, I’m sure you can tell which part :)

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