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likearhinestonecowgirl · 6 months

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Jason Todd Headcanons

Jason who will move you- whether it be placing a big hand on the small of your back to usher you through a busy crowd, or you're in his way, maybe in the kitchen rambling about something you saw on the news. He will wordlessly pick you up, tired and lethargic with bruised knuckles from the night before, and sit you on the counter. He mumbles something, makes a grunt to let you know to keep talking while one hand smooths up and down the inside of your thigh and the other opens the drawer you were blocking.

Jason who is obviously a theater kid- but if this is living with Bruce, moonlighting as Robin Jason, he'd be discrete. He'd say he needs the class as his obligatory elective and didn't take pottery because he doesn't like getting his hands dirty (lie). He'd sit near the back of the theater, but he'd listen intently, and every poetry assignment he'd turn in would be a work of fucking god. Every project, the teacher would ask him to perform instead of doing the alternative (some paper or poem) and maybe, just maybe, he'll say yes if he's comfortable enough.

Jason who hides food around his apartment and safehouses. Non-perishable, like trail mix, granola bars, little ziplocks of cereal. Dick had cut that habit, made Jason comfortable enough to understand he'll never have to worry, he'll never have to fend for himself by himself. Rising from the lazarus pit as an animated corpse turned everything on its head. The neurotic habits came back. If you're close enough, if he spends enough time at your place, it's likely you'll eventually find a baggie of chex mix sitting on top of your fridge.

Jason who is a barb. I'm not explaining this one, he just is. An honorary member of gag city 🫡

Jason who always has a pack of Marlboro menthols on him. Alternatively, when his lungs are feeling extra gross and he decides he wants to quit, he'll start on zyns again (cool mint ofc). There's usually a zyn tower on his bedside table, teetering right beside the glock 47 he most definitely should put in his gun safe but never will, no matter how many times you tell him

"Jason, what if someone comes in and grabs it?"

"No one-"

"What if it falls and goes off?"

"That won't happen."

Before you can get another word his, large hands turn you to face him, practically suffocated you against his chest, one hand on the back of your head while the other dips low and follows the curve of your spine.

"No one in the world is safer than you right now."

Jason who is extremely invested in TLC (specifically 1,000 pound sisters) and never wastes a chance to tell you how shocked and proud he is of Tammy for finally losing weight- even if she's still a bitch

Jason who loves to buy you things. Usually not too crazy, more like stupid little keychains and stuffed animals to build the militia in your room. But he thinks of you all the time and he can picture the look on your face when he comes back with another stupid surprise. Next thing he knows he's got a turtle or dragon or cat stuffed safely in the inside pocket of his jacket while he threatens a few men with his fists.

"They just gave it to me for free." He shrugs, holding a loving grin as he watches you beam over the fuzzy thing in your hands.

But when your face contorts in something accusatory, he holds his breath.

"What?"

"Were you wearing that?" You look over his costume, the Red Hood, the guns hardly concealed on his sides.

"Yea, why?"

"Dude, you robbed them."

Jason who loves to buy you things, who hardly goes out of his way to hide when he comes into some money (obviously by violent means- but who cares when he's gunning down men who sell drugs to kids. Minor casualty). He'd show up with a purse that's ten times your rent, a bracelet the blinds you when it's under direct light, a dress that he knows you have no place fancy enough to wear it to. If you start to ask questions, he'll distract by any means necessary, like standing behind you to slowly untie your sweatpants or unbutton your jeans, inch off your clothing and let his fingertips dip low so you can really feel the old callouses and scars he knows you love so much, before carefully dressing you in whatever nice thing he'd bought.

******i hardly proofread this sos sorry for the typos if they're there lol lmk if i should make more

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leeneir · 6 months

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Relationship; Iso x Gender Neutral!Reader Headcanons

This is my first time posting stuff like this so idk how it fully works but I'm figuring things out🫶

These are mostly based off of what I have written for my Iso x oc ship, I'm sorry for that but take what you like💙💙🫶

Iso at first introduction isn't talkative. He's not necessarily an asshole, but he is introverted. Either you'll have to pull the first move quickly, or let him warm up to you

Very much goofy. If you have loose locks of hair, Iso will push it back and forth with his finger like a cat.

Iso LOVES food, but he's also picky. He's the type to eat his favorite food nonstop, but if there's something he doesn't like, he won't eat it. If you don't mind, he'll let you have it.

Boy is RICH. Not like presumably Chamber, but he's an infamous assassin that can kill dozens at a time. He's got money for sure. Iso will spoil you with clothes, food, items, literally anything you want he'll buy it for you. Oh, there's a really nice top you saw at the store earlier? He'll buy all the options available. (Bonus: He knows your size and preferences.)

LOVES holding you. It doesn't really mean holding you. Iso will simply put a hand on the small of your back and just keep it there while you're talking to other agents.

Iso is a jealous type but it isn't too much of an issue. He'll notice how you were extra chatty with Yoru during training or how you volunteered to help Sage the entire day and he'll get a bit annoyed that you aren't spending time with him too. Later that, he'll come into your room with a knock and literally just bury his face in your neck while keeping his arms firmly around your waist. You wouldn't see it, but he's definitely pouting.

Adding on to the last HC, Iso will stay like this with you even though your standing. If you complain that your tired, he'll simply pull away, pick you up, and carry you to your bed where he'll snuggle up to you for the next few hours.

Iso isn't open about your relationship. He's not one for PDA, the most he'll do is just place a hand on your shoulder or back. No one even knows he has feelings for you (even you earlier on). But behind closed doors, he's one big softie.

Iso has of playlists for any scenario. You're on a mission and he misses you? He's got one. You two are together and he's just staring at uou lovingly? Yup, got one for that too. Both of you are with the other agents and you're on opposite ends of the group and it feels like a slowburn friends to lovers romance? You bet. This man has playlists for a n y t h i n g .

Iso does that thing where when you're aim training and your form is a bit wrong, he'll hold you and guide you properly and intimately. There's no room between you guys.

If you get injured on a mission, Iso will beg Sage in his mother tongue to stay by you and make sure you're. He doesn't tell her about your relationship, but because he's asking in their native language, Sage has a suspicion that there's more than he's leading on. (Bonus: She's the first to figure out your relationship but is a good bro and doesn't tell.)

Iso is an artist. He's more into environmental sketching, but he'll occassionally draw you. He gets embarrassed when you find out and probably assumes you think he's a creep. Show him some TLC and reassure him that you love the drawings, it'll get you a kiss.

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shadowdaddies · 9 months

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Dessert First

Azriel x Reader

Azriel comes back from a mission, and you are determined to show him how much you love him. He has his own ideas, however.

A/N: I leapt for my computer when this idea came to my mind lol. This made me want to write something really fluffy about taking care of Azriel. My baby needs some TLC

WARNINGS: nsfw, straight up smut below the cut, shadow play, oral f!receiving, floor sex, minors dni, not proofread as usual

You had just started preparing dinner when Azriel came through the door. He’d been gone for a mission for several days, and you knew he’d be hungry and tired when he got home.

Az stumbled through the door, chucking his boots off and giving you a warm smile. “Hi, my love,” he said softly as he approached you, bringing you into his arms and giving you a gentle kiss.

“I missed you. I’m making your favorite,” you said as you gestured to the counter where you’d begun chopping the vegetables. Azriel moved his hands from your waist, toying with the skirt of your short dress as his eyes raked over your body. Azriel leaned down and lightly grazed your earlobe with his teeth as his hands moved under the hem of your dress to rub soft circles over your thighs. He hummed, “as nice as that sounds, I can think of other things I’d like to do with you right now.” You felt yourself flush as his words, heat already pooling in your stomach at Azriel’s suggestion, but you were determined to make this night about your mate. Pushing your hand against Azriel’s chest, you backed up and shook your head. “Let me take care of you tonight. I’ll make you dinner, run a bath, and then I’ll make you feel good,” you said with a wink. Azriel tried to protest as you grabbed hands from your hips and led him to sit at the table.

“Hands off until after you eat something, love,” you said as you turned back to the counter, swaying your hips and giving Azriel a flirty grin as you making dinner. You could feel the intensity of his gaze while you tried to focus on the food as you asked Azriel how his mission went. He had turned his chair from the table to face you, reclining lazily while he watched you from several feet away. “It was fine. I am home with my wife, and that’s all that matters,” he replied with a slight smirk.

Before you could respond, you felt the familiar sensation of a shadow twining its way up your leg, your head suddenly emptied of all thoughts. You looked to Azriel as more shadows appeared, brushing up your thighs and over your breasts. You let out a gasp, wide-eyed as the shadows circled the very tops of your thighs and your lower stomach. Azriel chuckled as he leaned further back in his chair, watching you involuntarily jerk as a shadow brushed against your clit. “Fuck, Az,” you breathed, barely able to stand as the shadow continued teasing you with that light, cold touch. You tried your best to glare at Azriel, “you couldn’t wait until after dinner?”

He simply smiled at you. “You said hands off. You never said anything about my shadows, bunny.” Just then, a shadow slipped tugged on your hair, causing you to fall to your ass on the kitchen floor, your dress riding up over your hips as you did. Azriel’s shadows continued working you relentlessly and you gave up resisting them. Azriel stood and slowly made his way over to you, leaning against the counter as he watched you writhe on the hard floor, his expression one of pure male satisfaction.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful,” he said as he sank down to his knees between your legs. You let out a whimper as his shadows continued teasing you, your back arching and legs spreading for him subconsciously as his gaze locked on your pussy. “You never said anything about not using my tongue, either,” Az said with that wicked gleam in his eye as he knelt forward between your legs and pressed his face against your soaked underwear, breathing in. “Hold your legs open for me, bunny. I wouldn’t want to break any of your rules,” he mumbled against your center, the vibration of his words sending a jolt through you as you obediently spread yourself for him. Azriel wasted no time sucking and licking you feverishly through your underwear. It didn’t take you long to reach your orgasm, Azriel’s teeth grazing over your clit sending you over the edge as your legs started to shake.

When you finally came down from your high, Azriel leaned over you, brushing your hair back behind your ear as he placed kisses all over your face. With a cheeky grin, he began tracing one hand down your body. He slipped a finger beneath the waistband of your underwear, gathering your slick and just barely rubbing over your swollen bud. You let out a mewl at the overstimulation. “Az, what happened to following the rules? The deal was hands off until after you eat.” He cocked an eyebrow at you, looking pointedly at where his hand was still teasing you under your clothes. “I believe I did just eat.”

This insatiable male. You kicked off your underwear and began untying his leathers. “Okay. But I am making you that dinner after.”

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 9 months

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Cuddle Day

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: You’re sick, and you only want one thing—some tlc from your two big brothers

Sam stiffened in surprise when you dropped down next to him on the couch and leaned heavily against his arm.

“Do you want something?” He asked.

“Nope, I’m good,” you yawned, and Sam didn’t miss your scratchy voice and pale face.

“Are you sick?”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, closing your eyes as you got comfortable against Sam’s shoulder. “My head hurts and my stomach feels weird.”

“Ok, yeah,” Sam said, and you whined when he stood, dislodging you from your position. “I don’t want to get sick, so how about we try personal space.”

“I don’t want personal space,” you huffed.

Dean chuckled from his spot on the overstuffed armchair. “Come sit with me, baby.”

“Ok!” You hopped up, coming over to Dean’s chair before climbing into his lap. Dean grunted as you made yourself comfortable, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Look, just don’t cough on me and we’ll be good, ok?”

“Deal,” you closed your eyes, smiling contentedly when Dean wrapped an arm around you.

“Hey, I think I might have a job,” you hadn’t realized that you dozed off until Sam’s voice woke you up.

“Alright,” Dean said.

“Hey!” You protested as Dean started to move under you. “You can’t leave me when I’m sick, it’s mean.”

Dean thought you were kidding until you grabbed onto his shirt and wouldn’t let go.

“Kid, I need to-“

“Eh, actually it’s ok,” Sam insisted. “The job looks pretty straightforward. She’s looking pretty sick, you take care of her, I got the case.” Dean was about to protest, but Sam just turned and walked away.

“How you feeling?” Dean asked after Sam was gone.

“My stomach hurts,” you sighed. “Thanks for staying.”

“You kidding? Hey, down time is ok by me.”

You spent the afternoon fading in an out of sleep on Dean while he watched various television shows on his laptop. You couldn’t help but smile sleepily every time he laughed at his show, and his chest rumbled under you. With how crappy you were feeling, spending the afternoon curled up with your big brother was about the best place to be.

“Baby,” you stirred when Dean shook your arm. “Honey it’s getting late, I think you should try to eat something before bed.”

“Don’t go,” you pleaded, holding onto his arm.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Dean chuckled. “Sammy can get you some food, alright?”

After you finished as much of Sam’s soup as your unsettled stomach could manage, you held out your arms to your big brother.

“Sammy, can you carry me to bed?”

“What part of me not wanting to get sick did you-“ Sam froze when he turned to look at you. When did you get so good at the puppy eyes? “You’re gonna be the death of me,” Sam groaned as he walked over to where you were still sitting with Dean. He reached down and pulled you into his arms, and you smiled and leaned against him.

“Thanks Sammy.”

Dean smiled as Sam turned and carried you out of the room.

“Where are we going?” You asked as Sam turned down the wrong hallway.

“My room,” Sam said. “You wanna sleep in there?”

“Really?” You grinned. You hadn’t really wanted to ask, but Sam seemed to have read your mind.

“Your germs are all over me anyway, I figured it can’t get worse,” Sam grunted as he slipped into his room and set you down on his bed. You scooted over immediately, making room for him.

When he finally got comfortable under his blankets, he laid one arm out in an open invitation, and you responded by coming in closer to lay against his shoulder.

“Thank you, Sammy,” you whispered sleepily, smiling when Sam pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Feel better, kiddo.”

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kimberly-spirits13 · 9 months

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Imagine You’re in School with Jason (AP Lit Style)

You’ve been basic friends for a while

Just the type that can have a good laugh but don’t know everything about each other

He’s probably not the first person you’d go to if you’re upset about something but he’s still considered a friend

That is until you start having all your classes together

I’d imagine that if you’re like me, your both taking the most AP classes that you like

AP Lit is the favorite

He loves Anna Karenina because it’s like a TLC show for the Victorian Russians

Jason is a stationary guy, so in class he’s got washi tape to mark chapter sets, non bleed highlighters, microns, little post its, see through post-its, book marks, nice mechanical pencils and refills, and it’s all in a brown leather pencil case

He likes Socratic seminars because he likes to talk about the books

He likes essays but always have to have a page limit given to him because he will write a full book about his thoughts on the book

In class, he’s always asking you what you think about something and he likes that you two can keep up with each other

I don’t think he’s the boy to be hyper concerned with grades, but because he understands his lessons, he naturally makes pretty good grades

You’re assigned a group project where you and Jason decide to partner up to do a poster of Anna Karenina

When you come over to his house for the English project, he has all the supplies and he suddenly realizes that he’s a bit embarrassed about it

“So Alfred (me) may have gone a bit overboard but we can do something simple if you’d like- or idk make it nice”

Please help this man decorate this stupid poster board

Alfred makes your favorite type of drink or gets it, makes food, you two put on a movie or some music, and get to work

“So what do you think is important about Karenin and Vronsky having the same first names?”

“I think it’s important for theme that Anna was introduced with a train and died by train”

“Betsy is a bitch”

He loves to talk about it with you

Once you’re done with the project, he asks you to come over and do homework together

If you’re a vigilante, you’ll do patrol after because you two connect the dots quickly

If you’re normal, suddenly Jason has to run off and says Alfred will take you home but we’ll talk about that another day

For time purposes, we’ll say that you quickly find out about his patrol life

I mean dude comes bruised, he gets called to the basement a lot, he’s a true crime buff, sometimes he goes missing for hours, and it’s Gotham like come on everyone might as well be a vigilante or smt

Dick teases Jason about you two, especially when you’re over

You can’t help that you get cold watching the 6 hour long Pride and Prejudice movie and Jason is right there like come on Dick

Jason is lokey blushing soooo hard if you cuddle up next to him or even if you’re on the same couch

You two start to become inseparable at school

Not in a pda way but like a “I mean we might as well just hang out all the time” kind of way

Automatically becomes your date to any sort of school function

Even if it’s an unspoken thing that you two will be each other’s date, he still gets you flowers and asks you to go with him

Dick eventually pushes him to ask you out because “for real dude we all know you’re crushing”

Jason is a tall dude, towers over everyone, bulked up, dark hair, dark blue eyes, he’s gorgeous and everyone else are the ones intimidated by him

But when he asks you out he is so nervous

I mean the logical part of him is pretty sure that you’ll like him back, but the irrational part is terrified that he is about to mess up your friendship

He asks you at the end of the school day on a Friday incase you say no, there’s a weekend to get over it and he won’t ruin both of y’all’s days by asking during first period or something

When you say yes he’s like “😱” and a part of him is reborn or smt dramatic like that

He basically speeds home and endures the lecture from Alfred on reckless driving

He’s even more excited that you asked if he wanted to go to the park or the bookstore

And he’s like YESSSSSSSSSSS

You two have enormous text message conversations and he likes to FaceTime

Please I think he’s a hot chocolate junkie

He’s got all sorts of mugs ranging from regular white ones to fandom ones

Sweat pants king and he’ll give you any sweat set you want

Or oversized t shirts

He thinks pda at school it gross (it is) so he keeps it on the down low but he’ll definitely hug you or run his fingers through your hair if one of you needs it

He likes playing with your hair because it’s soothing

Please watch documentaries and period dramas with him

Or book to screen adaptations that are good

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roaringlion · 1 year

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heyy ,i have a request. You dont have to do it if you dont want to , i was just wondering if you could do kny main three reacting to you taking care of them when they're sick, and you both live together so its domestic stuff❤️

Hey Anon! of course I can! I also love reverse comfort! I also included some (Most) of the Hashira!

Gender Neutral Reader (I tried)

Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Giyuu Tomioka, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Mitsuri Kanroji

Split into 2 parts

SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG!!! 😖😖😖

this is Part 1

TANJIRO KAMADO

Tanjiro had just gotten back from a mission up in the cold snow capped mountains.

He was so pale and so cold.

You already had made Kelp Rice Balls for him for dinner but Soba looked more better for him.

You instantly had Tanjiro go to bed, Much to his dismay.

He wanted to cuddle you, love you!

But you flatly refused!

Poor boy...

"darling- I just want to hold you please?" Tanjiro whined. You looked over and saw him trying to get off of the shikibuton. "Tanjiro- please, you need to rest! you are too cold!" You said. He reached to grab you, but he fell weak on the ground. A horrible cough left his throat. "Tanjiro!" you went straight to his side. "Can I hold you now please?" he weakly asked. "after you eat your soba, I don't care if I have to feed you myself" You said sternly, he smiled, "alright"

ZENITSU AGATSUMA

let me tell you.

if this boy woke up with food poisoning (mostly because of Inosuke) he'd beg you for attention, love and care.

but if he returned back from a mission deathly cold and shivering his ass off...

he'd still beg for attention, love and care.

this man BEGS for TLC, and if he's sick? the whining is SOOOOOO much worse.

he'll accept all your lectures about: How to avoid Inosuke's horrible cooking

or: how to put more damn clothes on to avoid getting a cold!

"gorgeous! please! I need your love!" He begged. "NO! you need to learn how to not- get off of me! I'm trying to be mean!" you groaned as he gripped onto you tightly. "You cant be mean to me! I didn't mean too I promise!" he cried. You groaned as he gripped onto you tighter. "Please! I promise I wont do it again! I'm sorry! please just comfort me!" he sobbed loudly. you finally gave in and comforted him for the rest of the night and the next day.

INOSUKE HASHIBIRA

this boy REFUSED to admit he was unwell until he ended up being put in Shinobu's medical wing.

he refused to allow you to see his face.

the Boar head stayed on.

It took Shinobu threatening him to let him show you his face.

and oh dear- he wasn't sick.

he was stabbed.

he had time to move his organs around.

which was the only good thing.

"Inosuke- you need to look after yourself more!" you said with teary eyes. "I'm totally fine!" he said, he coughed and blood splattered all over the white sheets. "INOSUKE!" you exclaimed. "I'm fine! stop yelling in my ear ok?! I need to recover! that's what bug eyes said!" You gripped his hand "I thought I would lose you" You sobbed. he weakly held you hand. "I'll be ok, Bug Eyes said I'll recover soon and be home soon- I'll be home soon" he whispered.

GIYUU TOMIOKA

THIS MAN! HE REFUSES TO BE SICK! HE REFUSES ATTENTION! HE REFUSES EVERYTHING!!!

which frustrates you beyond belief!

he wont even take a stern talking to!

but after pushing you off to the side and being alone for an HOUR

he came up to you begging for cuddles.

poor boy loves your love and wont stop till he gets it!

and even then he still wants more.

"Giyuu? can you loosen your hold? please?" you mutter, trying desperately not to make his head ache worse. he only gave you a small whine in response before loosening his grip slightly. he didn't open his eyes, still trying desperately to fall asleep. you slowly rubbed his back in soothing circles. Giyuu hummed contently. "sweetie?" he grumbled, you looked down at him, but he was already sound asleep.

PART 2 SOON!!!

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tgmsunmontue · 3 months

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More than movie magic... 5/24

Hangster AU. Explicit (eventually). Jake is a Hollywood actor and Bradley is a stunt coordinator. Jake's about to make a few self-discoveries. So is Bradley.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR

He drives the slightly battered hire car, well, truck, down the road. When he’d asked if they had something more like a sedan they’d laughed at him, and he’d realized then that all the newer nicer cars were probably reserved by cast and crew, people far higher up the food chain than Bradley. That’s okay, he’s got this Bronco, something he’d never drive normally, although he does have to admit the room in the back is an advantage, all his gear fits easily and while the outside might need some TLC the inside radio works and the interior has obviously been restored. It’s grown on him as he’s neared Hazy Days Ranch, following the directions from his phone to the location that they’re apparently using for this film.

Half of his team are already there, arriving even earlier, needing to work with Machado and Bassett, despite already doing some preliminary work with some basic lessons in California. He knows Jake is busy wrapping up the promotional tour and Bradley refuses to acknowledge out loud that he’s looking forward to seeing him again. Along with his own team he knows the advance crew have already arrived and set up everything, including trailers, storage, lighting, costuming.

There’s security on the gate and he shows his ID, waits for his name to be checked off the list and then he’s being waved through and directed to where he should park up. It’s slightly chaotic, which doesn’t surprise him. They have a few weeks before they start filming, but there are no hard boundaries around a set this big, and it seems like everyone is just wandering around and enjoying the early summer weather. He knows they couldn’t start filming earlier, not with the higher risk of tornados apparently, but it all looks calm. Weather wise at least. He needs to figure out where he’s sleeping and eating for the next six to eight weeks, and god he hopes it doesn’t take longer than that.

“Hi there!” A young man greets, smile wide and he can’t be more than eighteen, but he’s dressed in what Bradley can only think of as cowboy.

“Uh, hi?”

“You here for the film?”

“Yeah, Bradley Bradshaw. I’m the stunt coordinator. You need to see some ID?”

“N’aw! They woulda checked that at the gate already. They’re just serving up the evening meal in the mess hall. Come on, we better hurry if you want food. I’m Freddie.”

The guy holds his hand out to shake and Bradley takes it with a little amusement, murmurs that it’s nice to meet him and wonders when the film required teenagers, because he’s read the script. Maybe the kid is doing a summer job or something. His stomach grumbles then, and he huffs in amusement at Freddie’s laugh, follows him toward a large building, clearly newly built, probably built solely for feeding cast and crew for the next couple of months. The food smells good, and there are a lot of people, more than he expected.

“Aunty Kaye! Got another one!”

“Well now, they just keep coming don’t they!”

Bradley almost feels like he should apologize, except the woman making a beeline for him is smiling widely, not perturbed at all by his arrival and she’s clearly related to this Freddie, the family resemblance is there even if he hadn’t just called her Aunty Kaye.

“I’m sorry I’m late –” Not that he had a set time he was meant to arrive by, but Mav and Ice raised him to be polite and damned if he’s not going to be as charming as possible when faced with someone who is apparently going to feed him.

“Oh! Don’t ya worry about that, I’m used to feeding people whenever they turn up at my door. Now what’s your name dear?”

“Bradley Bradshaw ma’am, nice to meet you,” Bradley offers, because he has a feeling that this woman might be part and parcel of the whole ranch, given the proprietary air she has toward the entire room and all the people in it, like they’re all her guests and she wants to ensure they’re all well fed and cared for.

“Well! Bradley Bradshaw. It is nice to meet you. Hmm. Welcome to Hazy Days. You can call me Mama Kaye.”

“Oh. Um,” Bradley starts, because he hasn’t called anyone mom, or mama other than his own mom, and he knows it’s an offer borne of kindness, but…

“Or Aunty Kaye, if that’s easier for you honey.”

“Aunty Kaye,” he accepts, smiles and nods gratefully, because this woman seems incredibly perceptive given that she’s just met him.

“Freddie, you show Bradley here where to find everything and then I can show him where he’ll be bunking down when he’s finished eating.”

Clearly Freddie takes direction from this woman and he spends the next few minutes giving Bradley a quick rundown of where to find the bathrooms, utensils, plates, how to line up for food. He finds Natasha, Rueben and Bob and quickly eats his meal. They all tell him they’ve had the welcome wagon in the form of Mama/Aunty Kaye and he nods and smiles, accepts it’s just pass and parcel for the orientation here.

There’s a table filled with mainly men, some women, they’re all dressed similarly and he realizes that they might actually be the real deal. Clearly dusty and dirty from being outside working. Holy shit. They’ve mixed ranch hands with the film crew and god, it’s a fucking working ranch. His stomach twists a little with anxiety over the lack of controlled conditions, but he’ll just have to deal with it. He’s not responsible for the day-to-day activities of a working ranch or its workers. After scraping his plate Aunty Kaye suddenly appears beside him, gestures for him to follow her and he doesn’t really have any choice but to, raising his hand in goodbye to his friends.

After being instructed to he grabs his bags (filled with some of his oldest clothes) and follows after her. The woman has smile lines all over her face, and Bradley wonders what his mom would look like now, all the photos he has of his mom are ones where she’s sporting a huge grin and she’d probably have happy wrinkle lines like this. It’s a nice thought.

“Well, here are bunk rooms, we got them upgraded a little while ago. The family house is up there a little way, but down here we have a bigger kitchen and I can cook for everyone who’s here. It’s gonna be like a little party every day ain’t it?”

“I guess so,” Bradley agrees, because he guesses for someone who doesn’t live like this the novelty must be quite nice. She leads him through a spacious bunkhouse, there’s a common area with cards and some boardgames, refrigerator and coffee machine, clearly to meet the needs of early morning coffee addicts. There’s a long corridor with about six doors on each side and fucking hell, how many people do they have staying in here.

“I put you in here, upstairs so you don’t have the noise of the people coming back and forth all the time, or clompin’ about above you. There is a little balcony as well, facing toward the sunset. Real pretty.”

“Thank you, it’s lovely,” Bradley offers, because honestly, it really is. He wasn’t expecting a queen-sized bed, or even his own space. He’d been expecting to share at a minimum. This is pretty damned luxurious, it’s going to make it a lot more comfortable given the physical nature of what some of the tasks he’s going to have to undertake for this job.

“You’re a good boy. Nice and polite.”

“I try to be ma’am,” Bradley says.

“Well, you keep on tryin’ and I’ll just be glad for you to keep everyone safe on set…”

“Uh…” he’s pretty sure that’s the realm of the safety personnel, whom he works with obviously, however he wonders what it is she thinks he does exactly.

“I mean with regards to the stunt work honey. I hear wee Jake complained about not being allowed to do some of the riskier things. Glad there’s someone like you watchin’ out for him. That boy can be far too reckless for my likin’.”

“Wee Jake?” Bradley asks, amused. “Is there a non-wee Jake around? Have you known him a while then?”

For some reason that makes her laugh, and if his comment like that sets her off it explains the laugh lines.

“Oh honey, you’re funny. I’ve known Jake his whole life. His grandpa was big-Jake.”

“Oh. Okay. I didn’t realize that Jake grew up around here…”

“Around here? Well –”

“Bradley! Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“It’s no problem dear, I’ve gotta keep reminding myself you lot are all here to do a job and I gotta stop distracting y’all.”

“You weren’t distracting me, you were showing me to my room. Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome, I’ll let you catch up with your friends. Welcome again Bradley.”

“Thanks.”

PART SIX

#Hangster #Sereshaw #more than movie magic #Top Gun Maverick

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐘

|| ➼ boyfriend things

characters: atsumu, sugawara, oikawa, & osamu

warning: no pronouns, fluff!

a/n: sorry guys! finally on break for a little bit

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ atsumu lets you paint his nails- he even claims you need to do them for his game as he can't wear normal jewlery. he's just excited to match with you. it's a simple thing to spend time with you with but he loves it. he insists that you paint his jersey number on your nails.

paired with a face mask? of course! spa night all the way to relax his hardworking self. a little tlc with his significant other is heaven. although, when he tries to give you kisses he ends up smearing the face mask everywhere.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ osamu cooks all your favorite foods- our chef bby literally needs to be wifed up. he even feeds you as you work, knowing you have important deadlines coming up. he's the kind of guy to rub your back and give you bites as you work. if he has work, he will bring home food from the resturant he made before he closed up the shop.

he has a little cookbook saved for all of your favorite recipes that he's made. along the margins there are little notes of adjustments he made to your taste. something like "add a little more sugar, y/n likes it a tad sweeter". he reaches for that cookbook more often than any other.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ oikawa likes to subtly match clothes with you- not in an obnoxious "my queen" and "my king" shirts, but matching color palettes (though he would totally wear those shirts). if you're wearing a black top and jeans, he will wear black pants and a blue top. it's the simple and subtleness of it that makes him giggle.

he likes to take those pinterest aesthetic couple photos and save them as his background of your outfits. he's so tempted to post them too, to show off to everyone how cute you are. he also makes his cousin take a ton of photos of you two when you guys are watching over him- he's so sick of oikawa LMAO.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sugawara calls you out of the blue, just to hear your voice or tell you something he just saw. if he finds himself with some extra time in his schedule, he will ring you up and chat with you. he takes every moment he can to talk, knowing you have very busy schedules.

the moment he hears your voice a grin spreads across his face, his entire aura lighting up. your entire phone call history is "koushi <3", but you wouldn't have it any other way. if he can't call you, he would ask you to send him voice notes just to hear you. it just brightens his day- and he would do the exact same for you.

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#kareenakapoorkhan#pizza#ChefSarita

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gabessquishytum · 7 months

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Dream and Hob have a little game they like to play in the Dreaming where they reenact their centennial meetings, with Hob fully reliving them and with no memory further than the night in question, but at some point during the meeting Dream will come onto Hob and initiate sex.

They thoroughly discuss beforehand what Hob would and would not be open to based on those points in his life, maybe even some consensual memory modification so that Hob isn’t concerned with the consequences or obstacles there would have been had they done this in reality (like Eleanor, or his grief after, or even just the people around them caring), and there is a small part of his subconscious left aware with the power to call timeout if the memory is too overwhelming anyway and it stops being sexy and good. But otherwise he gets to enjoy the delightful surprise and wonderment when his Stranger suddenly climbs into his lap, or pulls Hob into his lap, or any number of lovely alternatives.

I leave to you and your anons what Dream chooses to do at each meeting (and with it being a game of theirs in the Dreaming, they could do multiple variations for each one), but I have a couple ideas in mind for a few of them:

1489 — Dream says that he’s interested, and Hob asks “in me?”, and Dream simply says “yes”, taking Hob’s hand from across the table and kissing it, maintaining eye-contact. He then has Hob stand and come around the table and sit on Dream’s lap, where Dream can more easily peel back his layers and show Hob that he has his undivided attention.

1689 — Dream always makes it a night of TLC for Hob, giving him luxurious baths and hand-feeding him, then laying him down on the softest bed and sucking his tits and cock and licking into his hole all until Hob cries.

1789 — after dealing with Lady Johanna and her men, Dream immediately pushes Hob up against a wall and whispers his “you need not have come to my defense” line before clawing at Hob’s pants to gain access to his ass, in order to pin Hob to the wall and impale him on Dream’s cock, saying that despite it being unnecessary such gallantry deserves a reward.

1989 — Hob barely has time to sit down before Dream is barreling in. He pushes a standing Hob back into his seat and follows him into his lap, before shoving his tongue into his mouth. He barely lets Hob up for air except to mutter apologies for the way he left last time, as well as eventually sliding to the floor on his knees to pull Hob’s cock out and get his mouth on it.

-🪽anon

Ooo yes I love a little centennial spice. I'll happily fill in the gaps that you didn't mention!!

1389 - Hob invites the mysterious stranger who just approached their table to sit with him and his pals, only there are no more chairs... so Dream sits on Hob’s lap and spends the rest of the night smirking and squirming up against his gradually hardening cock

1589 - Dream sits on the table which has been laid out with a veritable feast, and suggests that Hob should put his mouth to better use by eating Dream’s pussy and arse. Maybe Hob teases him by taking bites of food in between licks of Dream’s cunt. Either way Shakespeare is long forgotten.

1889 - it's Hob’s turn to crawl on his knees and beg for forgiveness. Dream says that he'll forget Hob’s careless words and forgive him for being so crass. But first he wants to turn Hob over his lap, pull down his gentlemanly clothes, and spank his bottom red and raw. It's not a punishment, just a reminder that if Hob wants nice things? Then he'd better behave himself.

I always love the idea of them revisiting the white horse in dreams and rehashing their meetings. The best part is, they can do it differently every single time!

#🪽 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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“ Did all this happen because I left?”

Pause girlies because this is actually kinda serious. I just got out of a depressive episode and just really wanted to give the depression girlies a lil treat. Remember: you need other people in your life when you have depression. Make friends not resources. I love y’all (angst)

How can something be so painful yet so numb at the same time? The human brain is one of the most complex systems in the universe, aside from the universe itself. How it can feel so many polar opposite things simoultaniouly, and in that creating an entire civil war within itself. How could the brain, the thing meant to be in charge with your care and wellbeing one day just decide to decrease its own activity and make you miserable? It was the worlds greatest betrayal.

You’d been lying in your bed for the past week, and you might have gotten up twice a day. Once to use the bathroom and the other to get some food and bring it right back to your bed. Everyone said it wasn’t a big deal because you were young and you were probably just in a bad mood because of your hormones. Hormones were evil enough to suction blood from your reproductive organs (usually) once a month, they couldn’t possibly be cruel enough for this.

On your overheated and whirling computer was an endless loop of lousy reality T.V shows you’d watched over and over. There’s been therapists that have said that in these times of depressive episodes, you should revert back to adding some life and movement back into your brain. Which meant doing things like crossword puzzles, working out, math games, and reading 200+ page books. All things that you could totally do and things you liked to do. But not right now. Now all you wanted was junk food and shitty TLC shows. Not some slow burn, or some huge mystery TV show that required you to remember tiny details from the beginning of the season. Reality TV was entertaining, effortless, and on loop but you’d be lying if you said everytime you heard the freaky eaters intro a little more of your brain died.

That’s the funny thing about depression. Because even though you can feel yourself slipping and drowning in total misery, there’s nothing anyone can do to save you. So you get stuck in this endless loop of self detructive behavior hoping that the pain you experience on the outside is enough to kill the thing on the inside.

You were clinically depressed, and nothing nobody did was ever going to change that. But these episodes weren’t always like this. For a while, episodes were bearable. Your ‘friend’ made them better.

You’d known Hiro for a while, meeting him on the downtown bus during sunset on a spring saturday. You thought he was cool, he thought you were pretty. But the whole girlfriend-boyfriend thing seemed uncomfortable and the labels meade things weird.

Granted you were each others first kiss. The two of you had tried to convince each other it was just because you got asked out to your eighth grade formal and you wanted to be prepared. It also didn’t help much that the more you described the dude that asked you out, the more Hiro wished he hadn’t skipped all those grades.

You never told anyone about that. Sure you could say it was a one time thing but it was hard to use that as a defense when you’d made out with him because you were bored under the dock near the beach during the summer carnival, and when you were just playing video games in his room, and when you were sitting on the steps of the museum of Japanese artifacts while sharing a soda, and the time you two were at the skatepark after it closed and you two were making out- only except that time he’d taken off his jacket.

Sure you were both fifteen but you watched people make out in the hallways at school everyday. Kissing didn’t seem like this massive thing. Hiro grew up isolated from the true highschool experience, he didn’t know. All he knew was that making out with you was cool and pretending he only did it because he was bored (and not because he would swear on his teen hormones that he loved you) was even cooler.

His aunt and brother had liked to tease you for it, but that’s all it was: teasing. The two of you would never live down the torment you’d likey face if they found out about your “I’m bored, let’s make out” sessions.

Speaking of, your mom didn’t really know you and Hiro were like that. She was only partly sure you liked him and you only thought that because one day after she caught you being particularly smiley that night after having him over to stream a new song she came into your room, played with your hair and said: “So you and Hiro are friends? That’s nice, he’s seems nice. Just, make sure he doesn’t make it worse.”

That was also kind of a silly depression thing: People and their influence could make it worse for you, others, and even themselves. Bad influence already makes bad people, but bad influence on people with depression tends to make them miserable, desperate, and self loathing.

But contrary to what your mom had said, Hiro didn’t make it worse. He made it better and she would soon figure that out after you’d tried texting him multiple times despite knowing he was at an expo outside the city. And he’d respond as fast as he could with the best messages, but when he’d go dead silent for almost ten hours each day it just dampened your mood. You’d kept reminding yourself not to be selfish, that your lack of ability to be happy shouldn’t stop people from living their lives. But from the hours of 7 a.m. - 5 p.m. you were left with no friend and a fat headache.

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The intro to a show you couldn’t remember the name of played for the tenth time that day, drying out your eyes and causing an endless headache. You were surprised you hadn’t at least gotten a stomach ache from all the Tylenol you’d been taking. Someone knocked at your closed bedroom door before gently opening it.

“Y/n,” Your mom squinted through the darkness of your closed blinds and at the glowing computer screen. “There’s someone here to see you.”

With your back faced to her you couldn’t say anything other than a low, “Oh.”

She left for a bit as you continued to lay there, helpless almost dead. Thinking about death is something everyone does up to a certain extent. Questions like: How will I die? What comes next? Are ghosts real? All normal.

But when you and people like you thought about death it wasn’t like when other people thought about death.

Suddenly, your door creaked open and you didn’t even have the energy to look back but you just knew. Hiro had looked around at your depression room and sighed. He hadn’t even been around you for more than thirty seconds and he already wanted to cry. This was bad- so bad. The boy gently crept up to your bed and sat down. You felt the dent of his body in your mattress and still didn’t move.

“How are you?” His voice was quiet.

You responded barely above a whisper, “Fine.”

“When’s the last time you left this room?”

You didn’t even reply. At that moment, breathing was too much work. Having to think about the air going through your lungs and exhaling it out was a chore.

Hiro leaned over your body and shut the laptop closed before moving it off your head and placing his body in it’s spot. You two were now face to face, laying on your bed like the lovers of valdaro. It was bad this time and everyone knew it. Guilt had been eating him alive since he read the shift in your texts. How could he enjoy himself at this expo while you were there suffering?

“Did all of this happen because I wasn’t here?” He whispered.

You grabbed onto his hand. “No. I’ve always been like this.”

“Do you promise?”

“I swear it.”

“But it’s never been this bad before. If I was here then-”

“You couldn’t have done anything.” You cut him off. “Hiro I’ve been like this all my life. And you shouldn’t feel obligated to hold yourself back because I’m not normal.”

Once while playing around at the park at midnight you told Hiro that a therapist you had said these episodes will wax and wane. In the good there will be bad and in the bad there will be good. But there would never be moment where it would just be good. You’d be this way for the rest of your life, sad, in pain, and left with a feeling of mania and worthlessness. And there was nothing he could do about it.

“Do-” Hiro’s voice started to shake and a tear from my eye scurred across his face. “Do I at least make it any better?’

The thought of making it better by being there would in turn make him feel a little less guilty about not being able to be with you all the time.

For the first time in a week, you gave him a weak smile. No teeth, just lips. Before you leaned forward and gave him a prolonged kiss. In return, he brushed your hair from your face and started petting your head.

“Yes,” You whispered. “You do.”

#baymax #big hero 6 #big hero six #hiro hamada #tadashi hamada #bh6 x reader #disney #fanfic #hiro hamada x reader #napakmahal

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my headcannons for tamaki amajiki

an? i was projecting ... just a little bit tho. a little smidget🤏🏾. but he dont get enough content and im suing the mha fandom for this !! and i had to throw in some black hcs, it was inveitable request are open

- my husband

- you not finna sit here and tell me he dont got some corny jokes stuck up in his head. his best friend is MIRIO, i know he got some jokes floating around in that noggin, but he’s too shy to say them out loud in fear that: nobody gonna laugh or get the jokes. but on a rare occasion he tells mirio and neijere.

- if he knows he got to meet somebody new, like when he got intern for fatgum, he writes out what he wanna say and practices in his mirror for hours on end. one time mirio popped through the mirroir while tamaki was pratatcing and left with a broken nose.

- he snoops out all the spots where he could sneak off and hide at lunch or when he feelings overwhelmed

- if he doesnt like a certain type of food, he gonna find a way to make it taste better. so because of this he got some weird food combinations that are unappeling to the eye, but tatse soooooo goood. he brings his combinatons to fatgum so he could try them out and get feedback.

- most definitelyyyyyyy watches cooking shows with fatgum and kiri, once he’s comfortable enough. and he really gets into with the commentary. has a strange obsession with hell’s kitchen. he always get so into the show during the finale, planning out the restaurant desgins with the contestant and his menus too.

- relationship headcannons or wtv

- he stares at you doing simple things a lot. you could really be doing anythinggg and this man you be in a tranceee, because like how you, a star who sines so bright, be with him, he would never know.

- he a romantic. he always dreamed of sweeping or getting sweeped off his feet, and falling hopelessly in love. he got a list of romantic things he wants to do. and now that hes in a relationship its the perfect time to cross some things (hopefully all) off of his list. he didnt tell you about it you found the notebook while yall were studying in his room. without him knowing and took a picture off it so you could help it come true. (AHHHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YALL)

- one time he seen matching butterly pins and got them because he wanted to match with you.

- we all know this but, he very shy when it come to PDA. so expect a lot of lingering touches, locking pinkey, occaisonal hand holding if he feeling bold that day, tends to hold on to your cholthing/accessories because he doesnt wanna drift to far apart from you, and noticed when you startoing wearing things that were easier for him to grab and fell more in love

- but in private???? he’s a needy baby, greedy for some TLC. hes very shy to initiate it at first, but you could see the longing look in his eye and cuddle up to him. but once he comfortable enough he is start doing trying to inatate it.

- omg if you have piercings or tattoos or anything of the sort, you could always find hims absentmindedly messing with the piercing or lightly tracing the tattoo, if youre okay with it of course. and if you want him to

- isnt really good at comforting people with his words so he tries with his actions. so if you come to him sad he has this whole sections of things dedicated to making you happier in his closet.

- when you came through with a different hairstly (braids, a wig, change of color, haircut ect.) he was stuck. stuck. stuck. cause omg omg omg you look so good. poor baby is stuck stuttering out compliments. one time you asked him to take pictures during golden hour. babes ... why would you think he could do that idk buttt he tried and they all came out blurry, but a cute blurry

- loves loves lovessss putting oil in your hair !! it always leaving the room smelling nice and it seems to relax you so win win. loves watching you stretch your hair out too. its just so satisfying to watch you do your hair.

- he knew about some black foods from watching the shows, but he didnt know know until you cooked for him. baby wanted to get down on a knee and marry you after that first bite. now he always look forward to when you cook for him. but if you cant, you’ve got a great teacher to start learining how. he always wanted to cook with his s/o

#tamaki amajiki #bnha tamaki #mha tamaki #amajiki fluff #amajiki x black reader #amajiki tamaki x reader #amajiki x reader #my hero academia amajiki #tamaki amajiki headcanons #softy and mf fluffy #this is literally me husbanddddd #love at first sighttttt #ugh i miss him so much.#.mha sleep talks 💤

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You have a rough time with work

♡Seokjin♡

Honestly, Jin has half a mind to go down there and scold your boss himself. He's over your shoulder as you pick at the food he put aside for you, explaining in great detail how he thinks you need to put your foot down and stop doing a job meant for two+ people. “They’re not paying you to do other people’s jobs, they shouldn’t keep pushing their work on you, etc.” He understands that it can be hard to say no, and whatever you decide to do about work, he’ll support you.

♡Yoongi♡

He hates to see you drag yourself to bed after getting home every night. Dead tired with heavy eyes and a beatdown demeanor. He lays with you on those dark evenings, brushing fingers through your hair, quietly talking as you drift in and out of sleep against him. It makes him sad that you seem to push yourself far beyond what you should. He suggests you begin to take steps to view your work with a healthier mindset and take more time to care for yourself. He’s no stranger to overworking, so he wants to ensure you don’t fall too deep into it.

♡Hoseok♡

He tries to hush your frantic tears as you realize your hectic work schedule has caused you to miss yet another award celebration for him. Having already missed his album’s release party, and so many little moments after, you seem more upset than he does. He wears the disappointment well, not wanting to make you feel bad. He does wish you would set firmer boundaries with work. Why should you be denied time off, reasonable hours, etc. while everyone else seems to get what they want? He hugs you and tells you there's always next time, hopefully, you don’t miss out again.

♡Namjoon♡

You had messaged him in advance about how horrible your shift had been. You break down all over again when you get home and start telling him about a customer's freakout towards you. All the yelling and name-calling over a little inconvenience, that really wasn’t even your fault. He apologizes that it happens, letting you vent all you want and brushing away your tears, and assuring you not to worry over things out of your control.

♡Jimin♡

You left work early with tears of disbelief and anger that a customer had had the audacity to throw a fit and throw their drink on you. He’s ready with a fresh comfy set of pajamas and a bubble bath. Honestly, just as shocked as you were over the ordeal. He helps you wash the sticky out of your hair, massages your shoulders, and just good TLC after a rough day.

♡Taehyung♡

Huffs in annoyance when you tell him that your request for time off was denied yet again. When was the last time you actually got your desired time off? They never gave you a break, even on your days off you were trapped on your phone and worrying about how things were going there. He’s one to take your phone away and demand you take a mental break, they really don’t have any right to pester you all day.

♡Jungkook♡

Hates when you mention that coworker. He’s weird, tries to push more work on you, blames anything he can on you, etc, etc etc. Jungkook’s never met him, but he loathes him as much as you. He tells you not to let him bother you, to stick your nose up and show him up. After all, your effort and quality of work are better. You vent and talk harmless trash about him together.

#bts reaction #bts x reader #bts imagine #kin seokjin #jin #min yoongi #suga #jung hoseok #jhope #kim namjoon #namjoon #rm #park jimin #jimin #kim taehyung #v #jeon jungkook #jungkook

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