#It was uncomfortable enough watching the movie I'm definitely not getting into the show

[kaythefloppa]

If there is any better real-life example of a monkey's paw wish than the entire existence of Megamind vs. The Doom Syndicate + Megamind Rules, vs. what society was like before it was announced when everyone was begging for a Megamind sequel, then I am yet to have seen it, and my viewing experience of the former makes me doubt I'll ever see one like that again.

[httpkaulitz]

shameless

PAIRINGS: Tom x Female reader x Voyeur!Bill

CONTENT: Smut

SYNOPSIS: You get surprised to discover that you like being watched.

WARNINGS: dom!Tom, sub!reader, Voyeurism, p in v, kissing, fingering, oral

You didn't tell Tom. At first, you weren't sure if anything had happened. Maybe it was your imagination. Second, you didn't want to antagonize the two brothers over something you weren't sure about. Thirdly, you didn't know how to feel about it.

Voyeurism was definitely not one of your things and the fact that someone had seen you and your boyfriend having sex made you uncomfortable. But deep down, your core tightened every time you thought about it.

You kept imagining his eyes and his cheeky smile in your mind. You couldn't say you were attracted to Bill, even though he was hot. But no, you weren't interested in him. The idea of him watching you was exciting in a strange way.

It bothered you. You felt like you were cheating on Tom and you hated it. You loved Tom with all your heart and refused to lose him because of some strange fascination with his brother.

The solution was to avoid Bill at all costs and that feeling would soon disappear. Every time Tom asked you to go to the movies or have dinner with his family, you managed to find some excuses. It worked. Until tonight.

Tom returned home all happy, with Bill at his side, claiming that he had invited his brother to dinner. You couldn't refuse or it would be enough to raise suspicion, which you didn't want at all.

Dinner was fine, except for the sly looks Bill was giving you. It made you feel uncomfortable again. He couldn't know that you knew. It was impossible.

You wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. Bill always seemed to be ahead of everyone. That was almost scary, you thought as you looked between the two brothers who were watching some silly show on television. Tom's arm was around your shoulders and you couldn't help but lean on him for protection against Bill.

"So." Bill cleared his throat as he turned his face to look at you. “I think it’s time to confess that you saw me that day, right?”

He knew. Your breathing hitched. Tom looked at you, but when you refused to look at him, he spoke to his brother. "Saw you? Where?"

“The other day, at our parents’ house, when you two had sex in the kitchen.” He spoke so casually it was almost irritating.

This cheeky idiot. He seemed to be enjoying himself while you could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Against all odds, Tom laughed. “So you got caught. Looks like you’re not as sneaky as you used to be.”

Your eyes glanced sharply at your boyfriend. “Aren’t you mad?”

Tom chuckled and tilted his head to look at you. “Do you think this is the first time? Bill has been doing it since we was teenagers. He's always had a tendency toward voyeurism, but it didn't bother me too much. I mean, the boy had to learn from someone.” He added with a proud smile on his face.

Bill snorted. “Don’t fool yourself so much, brother.”

“You’re the one who’s always watching me, brother.” He shrugged. “I hope it was fun to watch.”

You watched the brothers, almost gaping. How could they speak so lightly about this kind of things?

“Actually, I did.” Bill winked at you. “You look beautiful when you come.”

Now you were gaping.

“She is, isn’t she?” Tom mocked him. “Would you like to see her again?”

Your eyes widened. "Tom! I'm not a cheap whore! I will not be shared between you two.” It was a little too much. You tried to push him away, but his arm around your shoulders kept you close.

“Calm down, love.” He said with an apologetic smile. “I just wanted us to have fun, but if you’re not willing-”

Bill interrupted him as he looked at you curiously. “I'm sure you liked it. The thrill of knowing someone is watching you while you have sex. Wasn’t that exciting?”

"Well, I don't know, I mean, sure, but." You stuttered nervously. If they hadn't been before, your cheeks were definitely on fire now.

Bill laughed and playfully slapped your knee. "I knew."

The two brothers looked at each other and smiled. Tom leaned over you and kissed your cheek. "Do you want to try?" His lips descended on your neck, peppering the area with kisses that sent shivers down your spine.

"Now?" You were scared and excited. The mix of feelings made your palms sweat and your heart raced when you remembered how Bill looked at you.

“There’s no better time, don’t you think?” The other hand caressed your bare knee to finally sneak under your skirt. Your eyes met Bill's and you realized they were already dark with lust.

You had to put some boundaries in place before it went too far for your sanity.

“Alright, you can watch. But without touching.” You tried to maintain a firm and determined tone, but it was difficult with Tom's fingers pulling your panties to the side.

Bill bit his lip. “Of course, I can still touch myself, right?” He added with a sly smile.

"Yes." You replied distractedly as your boyfriend's fingers invaded your core and made you gag.

Three of his fingers were curled inside you expertly while his thumb circled your clit. Your release was near, even though his magic had just begun. The problem with Tom is that he knew how to play your body like an instrument. This time, he wanted to make you lose your mind really quickly. Your head fell back and you buried your face in his neck, but Tom seemed to have another idea in mind.

"Look at my brother, darling." He whispered in a gentle voice. “Let him see how beautiful you look when you cum. That's why he's here.”

Lost in a haze, you turned your face away from him to look at Bill as waves of pleasure coursed through you. He still had that arrogant smile on his face, but his eyes said he was enchanted.

When you were finished, Tom removed his fingers and licked them hungrily. “And she has amazing taste too.”

He kissed you deeply on the mouth and held out your hand to help you up. "Room?"

You nodded slightly and Tom smiled before stroking your cheek. “Lead the way, my love.”

You took the two brothers down to the hallway and entered the room you shared with Tom. He pointed his finger towards an armchair and Bill sat in it while you stood in the middle of the room, half-paralyzed, realizing you were about to have sex with someone watching.

Tom came towards you with a predatory smile that made you forget everything else. Cautiously, you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him and tugged at his shirt so your could take it off. The sight of his bare skin made you drool and you covered his upper body in kisses. As you knelt down and reached for his belt, you heard his breathing quicken. You helped him unzip his jeans and pulled them down, along with his boxers. His cock was already fully erect, the tip already leaking, begging for attention. You moved closer and gently kissed his tip before licking his head teasingly.

"Love." Tom whimpered and you smiled. He might brag about controlling you, but you were the one in control when you sucked his dick.

He desperately placed his hand on the back of your head. You slowly opened your mouth and gave him what he wanted. His hands gripped your hair as your head bobbed with every movement you made, every lick you gave.

At some point, his hands tensed in your hair and he pulled you back, your mouth releasing his cock with a wet pop.

"You know how much I love this, but not as much as watching you come undone multiple times before me." He pulled you gently and kissed your lips tenderly.

As he unbuttoned your shirt, the thought came to your mind that Bill was still in the room.

Tom seemed to sense your discomfort. "You want to stop?"

You shook your head and licked your lips. “It's just that he's going to see me naked. Won’t that bother you?”

“No, if it doesn’t bother you.” He smiled and looked at his brother. “Besides, I think he’s seen worse. Right?” Bill grunted in response and Tom winked playfully at you. “I'm really proud of your ass, you know.”

Narrowing your eyes, you smacked the side of his head. "Idiot."

He looked at you with puppy eyes and you rolled your eyes. "Should we continue?"

You nodded. Tom wasted no time and soon, your clothes were on the floor. You laid down on the sheets, him hovering over you. His eyes glowed hungrily as they roamed your body.

His first target was your hardened nipples. You gasped audibly as he kissed and sucked them. You rubbed your thighs, trying to ease the pressure you felt as he kissed every inch of your body. He tickled your navel with his tongue and then finally spread your legs.

One of his fingers teased your entrance and you squirmed, trying to seduce him even more. But Tom's finger disappeared very quickly and you saw your boyfriend lick it through half-closed eyes.

"Delicious." He leaned in until his face was inches from your pussy. “What if I tried it?” And he did. His tongue greedily licked your folds, drinking up your juices like a man who had just been given a glass of ice water after getting lost in the desert.

One of your hands guided him to where you liked most while the other pinched your nipples. You turned your head and saw Bill. Moans and whimpers now escaped his mouth. There was no longer any restriction. He wanted to see? Let him see, you would give him a great show. He seemed to enjoy it anyway, as he frantically massaged the bulge in his pants.

Tom suddenly sucked on your clit and you came again, screaming his name and squeezing his head between your thighs. Your hips were swaying on the bed. But your eyes didn't leave Bill for a second.

You had just calmed down from your orgasm when Tom lay on top of you and kissed you fiercely, making you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hand slid down until it reached his cock, which you stroked gently. But you wanted more, much more. You broke the kiss, out of breath and searched blindly in your nightstand drawer. When you finally found the condom, you could have cried with joy. Tom took it and put it on quickly. You waited with heavy breathing, but nothing happened.

Exasperated, you shifted beneath him, locking his hips between your legs to dig your heels into his buttocks. But he resisted. The idiot resisted.

"Tom." You groaned impatiently.

He laughed at your overreaction. "Come on, love. Take me inside."

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed his cock with an exaggerated sigh and slowly eased it inside you, inch by inch. When he was deep inside you, you both let out a sigh of relief.

Tom set a lazy pace. He knew you wanted it hard and fast, but right now, he was determined to make you cum again before he did. Well, two could play that game. You tightened around him and he groaned.

“You little slut! If you don’t stop this little game, I’ll stop everything.” You relaxed and he began his lazy movements again.

"Good girl, now give me one, just for me." His eyes were boring into yours. "I want to see you."

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you whimpered as you felt the pressure build in your belly. Tom continued encouraging you. "That's it baby, you know how much I like it."

Another squeeze and he groaned. His hips pumped faster, finally giving you what you craved. Your nails scratched his back as you came, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent scream.

He pulled away as you went through your third orgasm of the night. He pulled out and turned you onto your side before getting behind you. He hooked one of your legs around his waist and didn't give you time to recover as he entered you again with one quick movement.

Oversensitive, out of breath, you protested against his frantic pace. “Tom, please.”

“Come on baby, I know you’ve got one more in you. Show my brother how beautiful you are in ecstasy for the last time.” Tom whispered in your ear hoarsely.

Bill. You completely forgot about his presence once again. He was still sitting in the armchair, but he had unzipped his pants and taken off his shirt. He was holding his cock, his cheeks red with excitement and pleasure. He was close. You could tell by looking into his eyes. He had the same glow that Tom had before he lost control. He returned your gaze, biting his lip seductively. Something squeezed your abdomen and you groaned.

This crazy situation turned you on like nothing else. The room was filled with moans and grunts, the sounds of skin slapping against skin. It was vulgar, to say the least, but you couldn't care less. You really liked this idea of being fucked and watched at the same time.

Tom grunted behind you and slid his hand against your pussy to rub your clit. You squeezed him again, shaking and curling your toes as you orgasmed again. Several sobs escaped your mouth. Tom gave one last hard, deep thrust before spilling himself into the condom as Bill moaned as his cum covered his hand and lower abdomen in white ribbons.

You raised an arm behind you to pull Tom toward you. You turned your head and stole a kiss from his lips. You enjoyed this post-coital moment, when he was still buried deep inside you and the two of you shared a few tender kisses. He cupped your cheek and left his mouth to caress your nose in the sweetest way.

Bill cleared his throat, breaking the magic of the moment. “Well, as fun as it was, I better get home. I have some things to do.”

You slowly turned your head towards him and noticed that he was indeed ready to go, clean and dressed.

Tom gently pulled away from you. He got rid of the condom and put on his jeans again. "I will accompany you."

Feeling suddenly self-conscious, you pulled the blanket over your naked body.

"See you soon." Bill winked at you.

Then he looked at his brother smugly. “Maybe next time I can touch?”

Tom chuckled lightly and pushed his brother out of the room before following him.

Alone, you continued replaying what had just happened in your mind with a stupid smile on your face. Then Bill's last words echoed in your head. Maybe, just maybe, next time he could touch.

[sl-ut]

sweet cliches

THE RELATIONSHIP II

pairing: college!abby anderson x fem!preppy!reader

description: more relationship hcs

warnings: small mentions of smut, alcohol, and drugs

date posted: 18/04/23

series masterlist

abby is clingy af

like she's under the impression that everything can be a two person job if she puts her mind to it

always got a hand on y/n in some way. ik i've said before that she's not a big pda person but she definitely loves physical touch so there's always some kind of contact going on.

y/n is a certified passenger princess

abby doesn't mind letting y/n drive every once in a while, but i hc that abby genuinely really likes driving (i love driving so i'm just projecting here)

she likes letting y/n scroll through spotify on her phone and picking out the best songs for that moment, one hand tucked against her thigh, and allowing her to pop snacks into her mouth for her while she drove

is also super strict when she's driving

like got really mad that one time y/n tried to initiate some spicy time while she was driving, or refusing to even pull out of her parking spot until y/n in buckled

abby is a bookworm

she definitely doesn't seem the type at first, but she likes to make sure that she's reading a little bit everyday, whether it's a novel, a textbook, or a news article

but she's a big fan of reading real-life stories

y/n gifts her a kindle for christmas one year and she literally uses it everyday

i've mentioned before that abby loves taking care of y/n, but don't let that fool you into thinking that she doesn't like being spoiled from time to time.

just because she's a big beefy woman doesn't mean she doesn't wanna be treated like a delicate little creature every once in a while

y/n quickly figures out that she loves doing self care with her

she had just brought her stuff along on movie night once, figuring that she was comfortable enough to put on the lumpy green mask in front of her a month into the relationship

abby was a little caught off guard when y/n offered her some, but she enjoyed it more than she wanted to admit.

she likes when y/n gives her massages after tough practices, especially when she uses the special lotion that smells so freaking good and was definitely more expensive than it was really worth

my girl loves when y/n joins her at the gym. i mentioned before that she would encourage her to go every once an a while, but she also likes when she just comes along for company.

she usually goes with manny, who was a little confused the first time that y/n showed up just to watch, but quickly started to tease her when he recognized the glint in her eyes when she watched abby's muscled ripple under the ridiculously heavy weights

i've mentioned before that abby doesn't get drunk often, but when she does, it's a wild ride

y/n only witnessed abby drunk drunk once while they were in college, which was after her team won the championship game

by the time y/n showed up to the after party with some of her friends, abby was already eight drinks deep and absolutely smashed.

she was on the look out for her girlfriend, and when she saw her, she resembled a golden retriever at the return of their owner

she immediately curled herself around her. y/n was pressed to her chest, on her lap, or curled under her bulging bicep at all times, and abby was pressing soft kisses along her exposed skin the whole time

y/n is the dd that night, and is forced to deal with abby as she all but mauled y/n the moment that they were back in her apartment

she managed to get her into the bedroom, but the moment that abby's head hit the pillow, she was out

when it comes to her friends, she can understand that y/n may not be their biggest fans

owen, especially. ofc she already knew nora and mel, and who didn't like manny?? but they were all a very acquired taste, she could understand that maybe they weren't always the most welcoming to her in the beginning

if owen ever made y/n uncomfortable, she would give him a private talking to; she knew y/n would be embarrassed if she knew that abby felt the need to take care of the issue on her own

she likes doing very domestic things together

she needs shampoo? she's sending an omw text. y/n wants fast food close to midnight? abby's doordashing. one of them has a haircut? the other is there for moral support.

she comes from money, and while she's grateful for being privileged, she also has a hard time understanding what it might have been like for y/n to have grown up in lower-income household

she tries not to be too flashy with her money. she likes to spoil her girl from time but sometimes she has a hard time knowing when being generous turns into feeling more condescending

she understand that y/n might want to be more financially independent and will try to lay off, but she'll always still offer to help her when she knows that money is a little tighter than usual

her dad loves y/n. he was worried for abby for a bit after she began college because she was a generally very intense person, and he feared that she would burn herself out very quickly. he was delighted to see how much more relaxed abby is now that they're together; not to say that she's still not intense, but she is definitely more balanced in how she uses her freetime

she takes y/n on a group trip to hawaii to celebrate their graduation. some of her friends may not have been super glad to see her come along, but their so's had all been invited so abby couldn't care less

plus, she got to see y/n in a bathing suit everyday, so any complaints were well worth it

she's an absolute sucker when it comes to y/n being angry with her

the biggest upset that they had to deal with was one of those few times that abby indulged herself in an extra few drinks and y/n caught her spilling some intimate details about them to her friends; much more explicit than any normal girl-talk, not to mention the fact that she was revealing this all to her bros, not even just mel and nora

she had to suck up to her for a week just to get her to spend the night with her again, but abby quickly learned her lesson

i don't want it to seem like abby is being controlled by y/n, or like y/n wears the pants in the relationship, because that's a stupid idea that does not apply to this relationship. THERE ARE NO PANTS! if anything, it's a pair of socks where they each wear one, it's simply the fact that abby is absolutely whipped for her girl and doesn't want her to be angry with her

y/n is equally as whipped though, always cheering her through difficult times and doing little things to make her life easier. they were both a little rough around the edges, but that's what made them understand and be there for each other <3

[nagycyra]

No Calls

Warnings: No minors in this story, creampie, fingering, size difference, infidelity.

Summary: After a nasty surprise from your boyfriend, a little distraction would be just right, wouldn't it?

It was the fifth time your phone rang that night, it shouldn't be important, you shouldn't answer it, you knew that, still, curiosity was enough to get you to answer, a nasty mistake.

It was your boyfriend, who was demanding and asking between awkward words for you to go get him, normally you wouldn't stop watching the movie that was playing on the TV to go take care of someone who is old enough to do transactions through bank apps, but unfortunately you are too nice for your own good, besides, he is your boyfriend, helping him shouldn't be a bother.

With that thought, you just grabbed some pants and a sweatshirt so you could cover yourself from the cold, please, it was close to twelve o'clock at night, if you were going to rest you wouldn't be made up and dressed up the whole time, definitely going out casual one night wouldn't hurt.

After a few minutes, you had arrived at the bar where your boyfriend was, with a small smile you managed to say hello to some of his mutual friends, but something was strange, those friends looked, tense. You didn't know how to describe the situation. The orange and blue colors of the lighting made the atmosphere look a little crazier than you remembered.

People dancing to loud music, the smell of beer and the mixture of some people's perfumes made the atmosphere heavy and somewhat unpleasant, was your boyfriend really planning to introduce himself to your parents after this?

No, it definitely wasn't supposed to be like that, it was disgusting, but what you saw was the last straw, how to describe it?

Oh, yes. Your boyfriend kissing and groping the woman sitting on his lap.

Your stomach churned at the very scene, you closed your eyes uncomfortable at what you had seen, some of their mutual friends tapped your boyfriend on the shoulder in an effort to stop him and warn him that you had seen everything, but it was too late, you had taken no time at all to turn around and walk to the other end until you reached the bar.

The feeling of bitterness and discomfort completely filled your heart, it wasn't nice to be cheated by the person who was supposed to love you, he could fuck himself if he wanted to, but at least it was fair to finish before, wasn't it?

Tears were showing at the corners of your eyes, making your vision slightly blurry, you didn't want to cry in a public place, much less be seen by one of his supposed friends or in the worst case, the nasty man who had cheated on you without seeming to remember that he had asked you to come for him.

-That bastard - you muttered between your teeth as you walked away from the bar, ready to leave the bar, but your task would be stopped when you bumped into someone. A small squeak escaped your lips as you took a couple of steps back, only to be pushed back by the crowd of people and collide with the same person again. Your hands landed on his abdomen, you startle as you feel the firm muscles under your fingers, it wasn't like you were used to that feeling.

-God, I'm so sorry - your soft voice showed the embarrassment you were going through, the mixture of shame for the situation and the discomfort of discovering an infidelity caused a sea of sensations.

However, you didn't expect to be answered by a soft laugh, your heart skipped a beat as you felt a hand gently clasp your lower back. It was a warm, comfortable feeling, pleasant even.

-That way you won't get pushed around anymore," the pleasant voice commented, causing you to look up.

Your cheeks blushed instantly, to say he was tall was an understatement, this man, who was holding you so gently with one of his hands to keep you from falling was someone you didn't expect to see.

Tanned skin, slightly messy and wavy brown hair, eyes that you could swear have a curious reddish glint, the man is strong, that's for sure, your hands still held close to his abdomen to be able to check it, the black shirt with the first buttons loose only allowed you to see more of those muscles. Your breath hitched as he leaned forward just to get a better look at you, that small movement let you see how his expression was more attractive than you thought, was that what they called having an angular jaw? God, the details were so many that you could hardly understand that this man had started to lead you with some subtlety to one of the corners inside the bar.

You put up no resistance as you walked with him, much less when he had your back to him and his hands traveled to your waist to guide you more easily. The difference in height made it easier for him to see you.

-My name is Miguel," he murmured, leaning down a little so he could whisper close to your ear, something that made you shiver, his voice so soft and deep that it had caused a slight fluttering sensation in your stomach, "Miguel O'Hara.

A little nervous, you nodded your head as you told him your name. Your cheeks were still flushed, but now the urge to cry wasn't the cause, how could such a man distract so much from your feelings?

-So, are you coming to have fun? -Miguel's soft and deep whisper caused you to shiver, making your stomach flutter with excitement, you had a partner, technically speaking, I mean, you hadn't told him you were going to break up or anything, the impact of the scene only caused you to run away as fast as you could through the crowd of people, the memory of those who were supposed to be his friends laughing and trying to warn that idiot who called himself your boyfriend didn't help your heart either, maybe, just maybe, you should find a way to vent that feeling of uneasiness.

-Only if it's with you - you answered in an effort to show your best interest in Miguel, but for him it was nice to see you nervous to suggest something like that, to see from his perspective how such a pretty little thing like you accepted it so easily provoked an undeniable desire in him.

-That's good, honey," he murmured, leaning forward to give you a little kiss on the side of your neck, provoking a rush of sensations in you, "but not here…".

Miguel's voice became deeper, deeper, as if he was holding back the desire that had been growing in him little by little, the idea of turning you into a trembling bundle of nerves made Miguel smile with a certain triumph, but he had no intention of exposing you in front of other people, no, those sweet sounds, those awkward expressions should be only for him.

You startled as you felt the slight pressure on your waist, Miguel's hands held you firmly, guiding you to the exit of the bar, you hadn't noticed, but your boyfriend was dumbfounded at how you allowed someone to be so close to you, the jealousy of the woman he had made out with was evident in the disbelief of his expression, it almost seemed as if he wanted to take his place.

But that didn't matter, it wasn't even what caught your attention the most, you were totally focused on Miguel's touch, on the gentle, firm way he guided you away from the crowd and into a parking lot. Your heart skipped a beat when Miguel took his hands off your waist, leaving you standing in front of his car, a red sports car, you could even say it was ridiculously spotless.

Miguel opened the door, letting you into the passenger seat, you didn't deny that the excitement caused you to be a little nervous, almost as if you were worried about making a mistake that could get you out of the situation. But the nervousness leaves your body as soon as you got into the car, a smell similar to wood filled your sense of smell, it was pleasant, you could even say that it gave a more attractive touch to Miguel, you had not noticed it inside the bar because of the various smells and perfumes of the crowd, but here, it was different.

The walk was even more tense than you had thought, not only because of the gentle caresses and squeezes Miguel was giving your thighs, but also because of the excitement of what was to come. As soon as they arrived at an apartment complex and Miguel parked the car, you knew there was no turning back. The ride seemed to be longer than you once thought, but as soon as they entered the elevator Miguel rushed towards you, cornering your body against the cold walls as he placed constant, soft kisses down your neck, your hands gently wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

Feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin had become so intimate and exciting. Miguel's hands traveled to the edge of your sweatshirt, but his actions stopped when the elevator opened its doors, you could have sworn you heard him let out a grunt at being interrupted.

Miguel took your hand and led you out of the elevator, his steps were quick and you admitted that excited you, it had taken him longer to open the door to one of the apartments than it had to get you inside. You couldn't see the apartment clearly, once the door was closed, Miguel carried you in his arms, you didn't hesitate to wrap your legs around his waist, bringing your foreheads together, the warmth of your bodies increased every second, Miguel knew it, he could feel it, you would be his, only his.

A smile tugged at Miguel's lips as he watched your cheeks tinge a nice red color at their closeness, Miguel gave you a soft kiss on the tip of your nose, noticing the way you moved on his arms, as if you were looking for more.

Miguel's footsteps continued until you reached your room, the dim lighting caused by the moonlight gave a charming, almost romantic touch.

With a certain softness, Miguel laid you on the bed, you felt the comfort of the blankets under your body, as if you were made to be there. But you didn't have time to think about that, Miguel was hovering over your body, trapping you under his as he began to place soft bites and kisses on the tender skin of your neck, making you lie fully on the bed, moving your head subtly to allow him greater access to your skin.

A shiver runs through your body as you felt one of Miguel's hands venture under your sweatshirt, touching your warm, soft skin with his fingertips, causing a small tingle to run down your spine, causing a small gasp from your lips, helping Miguel, you began to pull your sweatshirt up to reveal your breasts under that thin bra fabric, Miguel smiled as he watched your breathing become shallow as you shed your sweatshirt, leaving it somewhere on the bed. Shyness returned to your body, remembering your boyfriend's words about the way your breasts looked, the very memory caused you to try to cover up slightly, something Miguel noticed immediately.

He took your wrists firmly, bringing his grip over your head until he left you exposed, your heart raced, you don't try to stop him, but he certainly surprised you.

-Don't do it, if you try to hide again, I'll tie those pretty hands -Miguel's words provoked a mixture of excitement and curiosity in you, for a moment you thought about provoking him to do it.

But your mind was divided between desire and anticipation as you saw Miguel's predatory smile, he leaned in until your lips brushed in a soft touch, you reacted to that, trying to move closer to kiss him, but the grip on your wrists kept you constrained, luckily, he didn't wait any longer, finally kissing those pretty lips of yours, kissing with desire and desperation, as if you were the most desired sweet for him.

A small gasp drowned against his lips the moment Miguel licked your lower lip, asking for permission to be able to deepen the kiss, something you didn't refuse, giving him access. You felt Miguel's tongue slide between your lips, playing with your tongue, teasing until you felt the wetness between your legs increase.

You tried to move your hands, you wanted to embrace him, to take off his shirt to feel his skin against yours, but he didn't loosen his grip, instead, he smiled arrogantly as he watched you slowly become desperate for more.

The gleam in his eyes dulled with lust, Miguel moved a little away from your lips, placing small kisses on your chin, moving down the softness of your neck until he reached your collarbone, biting gently until you let out small moans.

Miguel continued down, reaching the fabric of your bra, you arched your back slightly in search of his touch, you wanted it, he was being so considerate and gentle that you felt desperate to touch him and ask for more.

-Miguel, please - you murmured with a pleading expression, every action of that man turned your body into something needed and desired, he was so accurate in his movements that you felt he knew you better than you could.

-If you don't try to hide again," he murmured in a low, low tone, causing your heart to race.

Between little sighs you agreed, nodding your head, making him smile as he released your wrists. Without being able to wait any longer, you brought your hands to the buttons of Miguel's black shirt, he didn't object, he moved a little away to let you achieve your goal, he instead, took care of easily removing your bra. His hands squeezed your breasts gently, your nipples hardening to his touch, eliciting such warm pleasure that it reached your needy core.

Your hands caressed his warm skin, gently teasing the contours of his muscles with your fingers, it felt so good under your hands, you had barely noticed the moment Miguel had pulled down your pants and panties, leaving you fully exposed under him.

Miguel made you lie back down, settling his body between your legs as he pinched one of his turgid nipples, pulling and pinching, causing your core to feel more needy, he knew it, he was teasing you, he likes to see those cheeks flush, to hear your moans as he slowly finds every sensitive spot on your body.

Your body jolted as you felt Miguel's kisses travel down to your belly, the wetness of your arousal was growing, until he blew against your core, causing your hips to move slightly.

Miguel's hands gripped your thighs, spreading your legs wider to allow him greater access, you were slightly nervous, but you felt so aroused that you didn't protest, your breathing became shallow as you felt his tongue pass between your wet folds, little gasps escaped your lips as Miguel began to suck greedily on your little bundle of nerves, using two of his fingers to stretch your tight walls, curving his fingers experimentally inside you, touching that spongy spot that caused your back to arch gently, you had never felt anything like this before.

You tried to close your trembling legs out of mere reaction, but Miguel wouldn't allow it, with his free hand he took his place again, humming as he listened to your loud moans, feeling your soft walls press against his fingers, as if you were silently begging for something bigger.

Moisture was beginning to stain your thighs, your breathing quickened as you felt the stimulation in your body, your hips shifting slightly in search of more. Miguel pulled away with a small pop of your sensitive clit. Running his thumb over the sensitive core, curving his fingers in a faster, steadier motion, stretching your wet walls as you moaned and trembled. He was right, you looked so pretty, cheeks flushed, breath quickening, your pretty body quivering from his attentions until you rolled your eyes as you felt the tension in your belly increase, warning that you were about to climax.

Miguel smiled arrogantly as he watched you come undone by his fingers, deftly returned to sucking on your sensitive, swollen clit, prolonging your orgasm. Your walls clenched eagerly between his fingers as wetness stained the sheets and he drank eagerly, savoring the sweetness of your release as if it were the most exquisite drink he had ever tasted.

Your mind was in a total daze, dizzy from the pleasure you had experienced, your breath hitching, you could barely feel Miguel remove his pants and boxer shorts, leaving his large erection on display.

You let out a small moan as you felt the tip of his hard cock rub against your sensitive wet entrance, you squinted your pretty eyes, he smiled in pleasure as he pushed his hard length in. The wetness of your orgasm eased his entrance, but you let out a little squeal as you felt the stretching of your walls, you were so tight for him.

Miguel let out a small gasp, feeling your walls squeeze his hard cock deliciously, pushing in halfway, he watched your expression, looking for any hint of pain or discomfort, but could only see how dumbfounded you were at the pleasure, spreading your legs wider to welcome him.

Miguel leaned forward, placing his hands on the sides of your head as he pushed in until he filled you completely, smiling with satisfaction when you took it so well.

-That's it honey, you can take it so well," he cooed in a husky tone and then bit your lower lip, causing you to let out a small moan, you felt so full, so sensitive, you accepted him so perfectly, you seemed made for each other.

You let out little moans as you felt Miguel begin to move his hips, the sensation of his hard cock moving in and out made you incredibly sensitive, his hard length stretched and touched your most sensitive spots, causing you to cling to him more, moaning and taking him with such perfection, wrapping your legs around his waist as Miguel's thrusts became faster and faster, deeper and deeper, touching the spot that made you see stars.

Your moans became louder, drowning on Miguel's lips as you tried to reciprocate the passionate kiss he was giving you, letting out a small squeal as Miguel ran his thumb over your swollen, sensitive clit.

Your walls clung to Miguel's hard cock, becoming more sensitive, more wet, the sloshing caused by Miguel's constant pumping making the sound more and more obscene, more and more filthy. Miguel felt more and more excited as he listened to the sweet sounds coming from your lips, pulling away a little to put his hands on your hips and pull you in each thrust, the tension in your belly increased, you moaned as you felt each thrust completely fill your insides, hitting your cervix, once, twice, three times, until finally you released again, whimpering as Miguel kept on thrusting, prolonging your orgasm.

Miguel smiled in pleasure as he watched your hips twitch from the spasms, you were so sensitive, so tired and aroused, but he wasn't finished.

-W-Wait - you squealed as you felt how Miguel came out of you only to make you turn around and lift your ass, your trembling legs could barely hold in that position.

-Come on honey, you can do it - cooed Miguel with a smile as he lined up his hard cock against your entrance. It was a sight to behold from that position, your thighs moist, your entrance so sensitive that just the feel of it gently arched your back.

Even though you had already gotten a little used to the size, feeling him enter again was so stimulating that Miguel had to grab you by the hips as he plunged into your warm interior. He knew you could take it so well, pumping hard as you sank to the mattress and squeezed the sheets under your hands.

Your mind was boggled, you had become a complete clumsy, excited mess, each onslaught stretching your walls, touching points you never imagined. Miguel was giving you no rest, moving one of his hands up to your bundle of nerves, moving his fingers deftly over your clit. Your walls clung to Miguel's hard cock, the overstimulation making it easier and easier to bring you to orgasm.

Senseless moans came from your lips, your cheeks wet with tears of pleasure as you felt Miguel coming deeper and deeper, you couldn't stand it and neither could he, his cock swelled at his imminent release, painting your walls white, making you cum again on his cock as he filled you with his warm semen.

-Good girl, take it all - he whispered to you then leaving soft kisses on the side of your neck, using his hand to move the strands of your hair and tenderly kiss the back of your neck.

It was the first time you felt so satisfied, so desired, was it possible for someone to make you feel this way? It seemed so.

You let out a small moan as you felt Miguel spurt from inside you, the warm, thick liquid overflowing from your sensitive entrance, staining your thighs and the sheets. If it weren't for how exhausted you were, Miguel would sink back inside you, but he knew, how satisfied and tired you were.

-We should have lunch tomorrow, shouldn't we? - he asked as you awkwardly agreed with your head, falling into a deep sleep.

Miguel watched you, you looked so cute, so kind, you arouse feelings in him that he had never experienced before, possibly, it should be more than just one night, if you agree to stay with him, he would definitely be happy to give it a try.

With that feeling in his mind and warmth invading his heart, he lay down next to you, hugging you so you could sleep against his body, covering you both with a blanket to sink into a pleasant sleep with you.

The rest of the night passed without a hitch. You opened your eyes slowly, letting out a small sigh as the sun's rays ruined your comfortable sleep, your heart skipped a beat as you felt Miguel's arm around your waist so softly, he had slept next to you. The pleasant feeling made your cheeks tinge with a nice blush, but that feeling was interrupted when you heard your cell phone vibrate, you had thrown it somewhere when you arrived at Miguel's apartment, who could blame you for that?

Slowly you moved until you reached the edge of the bed, taking the phone that had been left on the side of Miguel's shirt, luckily it wasn't broken, checking your phone, you saw several messages, things like; it's not what it looks like, last night you were with someone else, I think you were the one who cheated, etc.

What did it matter?

You were tired of the hypocrisy of those people, you knew it.

The gentle caress on your waist made you startle, as you turned around you saw Miguel, smiling in that confident and assured way that barely allowed you to have a breath, God, that man loved and adored you as if you were the only person who deserved the best of attention, was it really fair to go back to something so low with your boyfriend?

-Is something wrong baby? - Miguel asked with a smile, causing your cheeks to blush at the cute nickname, if last night his voice was low and deep, in the morning it could definitely get better.

-Solo, I think I have the day off - you admitted with a smile on your pretty lips, sending a single message to then put the phone down and return to Miguel's side, who welcomed you with kisses, soft and sweet.

-Should we take a shower first? - Miguel asked, while you hummed in response, you definitely preferred to stay with him.

Who did you write to? Well, you should make something clear to the person who had cheated on you, shouldn't you?

Seriously I'm not the best person writing in english, so if I have some mistakes I apologize, I also understand if you need some corrections, since I publish the stories in english and spanish.

[ddejavvu]

hey mei! for mvm maybe dbf!hotch x nanny!reader where he knows your dad is emotionally abusive and narcissistic but he doesn’t do anything because you asked him not to but then you show up to take care of jack so he can go have fun with the team and he sees you with bruises that’s enough for him. maybe he cancels his plans and takes care of you, maybe being softer with you than usual and it’s just safe and comfort and love you’ve been lacking but when you fall asleep he goes to pay your dad a little visit

so sorry if this is too long, definitely not projecting, definitely don’t spend all my time dreaming of hotch saving me from my dad 🙈

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

there's no sexual component to this blurb, but there is an age gap, and this contains mentions/themes of abusive parents, so if any of that is going to make you uncomfortable, don't click the extension! ugh i daydream about being his nanny TOO OFTEN

Aaron's waiting for you on the couch when you come downstairs. Jack had whisked you away for a quick tour of his clean room before Aaron had left, and you'd appreciated the bare carpet while you could. You know that by the end of the night it'll be littered in LEGOs, so it's a sight for sore eyes.

"Jack," Aaron smiles kindly at his son, "I saw that you hadn't cleaned up your bathroom yet. Why don't you do that, so that Y/N can use it if she needs to?"

"Okay!" Jack rushes back to his room, feet stomping on the carpet, "I'll be right back, Y/N!"

"Alright," You laugh, then turn back to Aaron, "He doesn't need to do that for me, y'know. You've got three bathrooms, I can use another one."

"I just needed to get him out of here," Aaron gestures to the spot beside him on the couch, "Sit, I want to talk to you."

Your stomach turns.

You lower yourself onto the couch, slowly, gently, "What about?"

"Can I see your wrist, please?" Aaron reaches for your hand, the one nearest him.

"Uh," You grip it subconsciously, feeling the deep ache of a bruise, "Why?"

"Because when you ruffled Jack's hair earlier your sleeve rode up, and it looked like you had a bruise there."

"You're gonna be late," You chuckle weakly, "Do you really want to be playing doctor right now?"

"I've already canceled my plans. Y/N," He begs, eyes pooling with worry, "Please?"

His touch against your wrist is the softest thing you've ever felt. It's like he's barely even there, but what you can feel is warmth, softness, love. He takes your sleeve carefully between his fingers, raising it just enough to see a deep purple splotch around your bone.

His jaw clenches, and Jack's feet come thundering back into the hallway.

"I'm finished-!"

"Go get into your pajamas," Aaron holds your wrist in his hand, covering the mark, "And think about what movie you wanna watch, okay buddy? I'm staying home tonight, we're gonna have a sleepover with Y/N."

The little boy lets out a cheery shout, racing back to change into his Toy Story pj's. You're offered a pair of Aaron's own, stretchy sweats and an old t-shirt that smells like him. Not like his cologne, not like his shampoo, but him.

It's a smell that you take solace in all throughout the movie, but you ping-pong between burying your nose in the shirt you're wearing and the one he's wearing. He draws you in closer when your nose hits his shoulder, and lays his temple against your own, skin flushed and comfortingly warm.

And if you wake at the sound of the door opening and see Aaron stepping out, gun holstered on his waist? You say nothing. Whether you have a dad come morning, you'll always have Aaron.

[masonmiamor]

always you - mason mount x reader.

Summary: Nothing can go as expected. But you honestly weren't expecting to see him after he broke things off. But now he's willing to earn you back, whatever it takes.

requests are open!

“Does this look okay?” your voice coming off low and unsure. Here you were again asking your best friend if the silky long-black dress fitted you okay. She looked up and gasped, covering her mouth, and stood up squealing. “This! This is the one Y/n! You look amazing, gorgeous!” she hyped you up, and walked around you in a circle.

For the past couple of weeks, you’ve let off the dress shopping for her your cousin's wedding. You just weren't feeling as confident enough to actually go out and buy something you looked “pretty and sexy” with. The constant overwhelming feeling of being insecure about how you look always wore upon you. But here she was, your best friend cheering and hyping you up.

“Okay, I'm getting it…” you smiled and looked in the mirror that was hanging on the wall. You take a couple of selfies to show later to your mom and sister. Your bank account hurt after paying, but it was definitely worth the price as it was a gorgeous gown. You went to a jewelry store to go buy some accessories, and then later went to buy a pair of heels.

You parted ways with your friend and decided to pick up some takeout. You go for your usual order for dinner and patiently wait in your car. After receiving a text with confirmation you go inside and pick up the food. You fidget nervously with your hands, as soon as you saw the line of people waiting to be sat down.

When you got closer, your heart drops at the sound of your name being slightly yelled at. You close your eyes and sigh, turning around and greeting the person with a small smile. You face Ben along with Reece. “Hi, guys! How are you?” you ask, hugging them and kissing them on the cheek. “Great! Great! How are you?” asks Reece as he pulls away.

How do you tell his two best friends how you deeply feel inside? Alone, sad, no hope left in you. That you want to see him one last time and get the closure you've desired. But you act against that, understanding where your loyalty lies. “Im doing well. Just came back from dress shopping. Wanted to pick up some takeout and go home to watch some movies,” you smile.

“Ah that's right! Your cousin's wedding is coming up, very soon. Who are you going with?” asked Ben, with a friendly smile. “The plan was to go with my best friend, but she has to leave out of town this weekend. So for the moment, it's just me, myself, and I,” you joked, earning a chuckle from both of them. “Did you guys order takeout, or are the two of you dining in?” you asked, not wanting the air to feel awkward or uncomfortable. They shared a look, taking mental notes of how quickly their body language changed. Ben clenches his jaw and clears his throat, “We're dining in… Just waiting on Mason, he shouldn't be long.”

Your cheeks burned red. The room closes down on you and you find it hard to breathe all of the sudden. You gulped and attempted to pull yourself together. “Well please, I won’t intervene any longer! I have to get going either way. I got groceries before coming here, wouldn't want them to go to waste,” you quickly lied, not wanting to be around them especially if he was coming.

They sighed and nodded. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. We're here for you, always,” Reece touched your shoulder and offered you a smile. You thanked him and said goodbye. You quickly got your order and walked out to your car. Quickly turning on the engine and driving away.

Ben and Reece couldn't help but feel for you. Especially Ben as he knew how you dealt emotionally. “She’s not doing okay, I can tell…” whispered Reece. Ben sighed deeply, “I was nosy and decided to go through her comments and Jesus Christ. Mason’s fans never take a break. They’re so harsh and mean, blaming her for his latest performances.”

Reece just stared at him not knowing what to say or even think. He didn't know what went down, but it was obvious you had it harder than him. “Jesus fucking christ,” Reece yelped loudly, making Ben turn around and look him up and down. “Mason is going to that wedding… his family and he were invited remember?”

“Who were you talking to?” Mason suddenly appeared, scaring the duos. “An old friend from Leicester, she’s here visiting.” Now it was Ben’s turn to lie, not wanting to reveal who it truly was. “Hmm right. Let’s sit down, I’ve had a damn day,” groaned Mason, pinching the bridge of his nose.

~~~~~

You rolled your eyes in annoyance when you heard your alarm ring at the crack of dawn. You rolled over and shut it off, stretching out of bed and rubbing your eyes. You showered and washed your hair, doing your morning skincare prep before getting ready for the wedding.

You quickly packed your dress, shoes, and accessories, along with your hair and makeup stuff. “I'm on my way! Shall I pick up some breakfast for the girls?” you offered, “Please do! I’d appreciate it so much. I’ll have your coffee ready for when you come!”

After picking up some quick McDonald's, you pull into your cousin's house which is rented out for the weekend. A white Georgian looking home, with lots of green scenery. You greet and acknowledge everyone there, and then set out the breakfast for everyone to eat. “Here you go!” your cousin passed your coffee, you quickly thanked her a took a seat near the windows that had the best lighting.

The whole morning was filled with pure chaos, and it was all like that till the afternoon when the church reception would take place. You did a heavier makeup look than usual, as you wanted your eyes to pop out with the dress you were wearing. With the help of one of the bridesmaids, your dress was on and in place.

You took pictures with everyone and soon headed out to the church. You posted a mirror pic and a selfie, not thinking any of it until you saw his name in the views.

masonmount like your story!

You paid no attention to it and focused on assisting the bride with her special day. The church reception was absolutely breathtaking and gorgeous. You took more photos on your phone and sent them to your best friend, who replied almost instantly.

While your cousin and now husband went to take wedding photos you headed for the event reception. You made sure everything was in place and that any food, musicians, and booths were coming in on time. You guided people into the hall, saying hello to the family you had not seen in a while. They complimented your attire and gushed over how beautiful you were.

“Y/n is that really you?” you turned around confused and stared wide-eyed at one of your university friends. He was dressed in a grey suit, a white button-up, with a black tie. “Oh my god! It's been so long Elijah! How have you been?” you hugged him tightly, his hands gently wrapping around your sides. He took both your hands and smiled big at you.

“It indeed has been so long! Not much, finishing up my minor, and beginning my job soon!” The way he spoke to you was so kind and genuine, feeling overbust with joy of seeing him again. It's been so long since you felt happy with no complaints. Elijah was there throughout your first year of Uni. Helped with assignments and introduced you to different school clubs.

“That’s amazing Eli! I can't wait to see the firm after its remodeled and-”

“Am I interrupting something?” you gulp and turn pale at his voice. Why was he here? Your cousin would've mentioned it, right? Elijah stared at the man behind you confused, his eyebrow raised and mouth slightly opened. “I'm sorry but who are you?”

“Im Mason Mount. You are?” he walked over and stood beside you, you close your eyes and take deep breaths. His stare burned into you, you felt it. “I’m Elijah, Y/n’s date. It's nice to meet you… Mason,” poor Elijah did not know what he was getting himself into. “Oh. How lovely,” Mason spoke fakely. You hadn't dared look his way, knowing with one look of his brown eyes you would fall immediately all over again.

“If you’d excuse me, I need to check in with the maid of honor,” you walked away, picking up your dress so it wouldn’t drag on the floor. Elijah followed behind you, wanting to make sure you were okay.

“I'm sorry for asking but, I'm pretty sure that is your ex right?” you nodded and grabbed a cup, pouring yourself a cup of water. “I don’t want to sound rude, I’d never make you feel that way but, why did you tell Mason you were my date?” your voice coming off shaky and breathless.

“I don’t know how things ended but look at you. He needs to take the hint that he has nothing to do with you, he needs to move on and stop chasing you. He doesn't understand or know how much he hurt you Y/n.”

Elijah was right. Mason didn't know anything about you anymore and didn't even bother to check in on you. “Thank you but you didn't have to-”

“If he's here it is because he wants to convince and confess to you of his love once again. And I’m sorry but you know damn well you’d take him back with no hesitation after believing him.”

“It wouldn't be that easy. I'm not-”

“Don’t fool yourself Y/n. You and I know you still love him, and all I want to do is help you.”

~~~~~

“Change your face and attitude. You brought this upon yourself. It isn't the time or place for your jealousy to be shown, Mason,” Lewis said, trying to calm down his younger brother who was seconds away from walking over to you and claiming you as his.

“I told you it would take a while to accept she might move on…” Lewis began to say but was cut off by Mason.

“I just don't understand Lewis. Why is she hanging out with him if she still loves me?” Mason raised his hand and pointed it towards you. Lewis rolled his eyes, “What makes you so sure she's still in love with you?” Mason chuckled and rubbed his chin, facing an impatient Lewis. “The fact she hasn't noticed or taken off the necklace with my initial and the date of our anniversary.”

Mason stared at you. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful woman in the room. He thought back to when he first laid eyes on you when you walked into the Cobham Interviewing room. The shy girl in you made him fall for you more. It was a “she fell but he fell harder.”

Mason shook his head and took a seat at his designated table. “She is happier now Mase. If you're convinced that Y/n is still in love with you, prove it to her. Show her what she means to you. Don’t let her go again.”

~~~~~

Before the groom and bride arrived you went into the backroom to touch up your hair and makeup. Your heels clicked against the floor as you attempted to find the bag filled with items. “Found you!” you bent down and grabbed the black zip-up bag that was a gift from Mason.

When you stood up, you yelped loudly as you felt hands around your waist. But it's like your body knew who it was before your mind had the process to think of whose hands were around you. Your chest and stomach burst with butterflies, and you closed your eyes as you felt his hands grip you, never wanting to let go.

You find yourself placing your hands over his, and despite wearing heels he still stood taller than you. You felt his nose trace from the back of your ear to your jawline, making you tighten your hold against him. “When did you become his girlfriend?... Hmm?”

“I do not have to explain myself to you,” you bite back. He chuckles against your neck, feeling his hot breath. “Seems like you do if you're still wearing my necklace around here? Remember the one I gave you for your birthday? With my initial and-”

“I can remember clearly.” You attempt to pull away but he holds you back. “Let me go… Please” he sighs and pulls away, you turn around and face him, finally finding the courage to stare back at Mason.

His hair is perfectly styled, and he wears an all-black suit, paired with a silver watch. You look him up and down, feeling shy and intimidated. He licks his lips and stares at your figure, watching how you wrap your arms around your stomach. He frowns and takes a step toward you. “Why are you here?” you question him.

“To make things right.”

“It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?” He shakes his head and maintains eye contact with you. “No… I don’t think it’s too late. I'm just asking you to think things through with him before making a decision you might regret later on,” Mason says smoothly almost nonchalantly, clearly unaware of how he sounds.

You scoff and laugh, “Mason I told you, no promised you I would respect your decision but look at you. What are you doing here and asking me for an explanation I can't offer you back or that I have to give to you? It’s not fair.” He sees the pleading look in your eyes, observing how your eyes begin to water.

“What I most what is for you to be happy y/n, and I would like it to be with me like how we planned. Not Elijah. Me, only me. Call me selfish, but I don’t care. How did you fall in love with him so fast, huh?” His body was almost touching yours, Mason resisted so hard to grab you. His love language always being touch.

“Who said I was in love with him? Maybe I am, maybe I am not,” you mock and walk around him. “Not,” Mason says sternly, his voice strained with jealousy, your eyes scanning at his clenched jaw.

“Maybe?” you tease.

“Oh fuck it!” You exclaim and reach over, grabbing his face and locking your lips together. Mason groans and quickly wraps his arms around your waist, his tattooed arm reaching dangerously lower to your ass. Your lips mold together along his, finding then how your tongues fight for dominance. You pull away suddenly, remembering that things weren't okay. Mason pinches his eyebrows together, scanning your face, noticing how your lipstick was slightly smudged.

This was Mason's last chance to earn you back into his life for good. No more mistakes or insecurities cross along inside his head. This was you and he would do whatever it took to have you back to him. To wake up next to, make breakfast with, argue over how milk chocolate is better than dark, and take those long walks to watch the sunset you love so much.

“I'm sorry I shouldn't have-” you start to apologize but Mason shook his head. “Don't apologize baby. I missed you so much… you have no idea,” Mason let out a puff of air, knowing time might be running out. “I love you Y/n. I’ve never stopped loving you. You mean so much to me, and I want to value you for who you are, always.

“Mason, look, please don’t make me think…”

“Y/n, please. I want to leave certain stuff in the past, the mistrust, jealousy, everything. Whatever it takes to be with you again. Are you willing to forgive me at some point? Not now, I know it’s too soon,” Mason grabs your hands, and runs his thumb over your knuckles, kissing them gently.

“Yes…” you find yourself saying. It’s always been him, that missing piece in your life you desperately looked for. How could you deny the way you felt around him, knowing he felt exactly the same? How could you let him go all over again and risk him not coming back after he’s here, practically begging to make things right?

“I’ve loved you always for every second, every moment we spent together Mase. It's always been there for you, only you,” you finally admit. You let out a few tears, the overwhelming feeling of having him back into your life. Maybe forever now. He kisses you feverly, not caring if someone walks in or if your lipstick is now smudged over his lips. “Oh Y/n. My Y/n.”

“We need time though. I know right now it seems surreal but, we still have so much to talk about. If we want our relationship to work we have to know where our loyalty lies and communicate,” Mason agreed with you, still holding you close, afraid if he lets go you won't be there anymore. He kisses you once more, making you smile and giggle along his lips. He places his forehead along yours, relishing the feeling.

“Like I said, my love. Whatever it takes to be with you.”

[ushouldwatchhaikyuu]

Hello I say your post about self shippers and thought I'd send an ask your way.

Crush: Sugawara

Pronouns/gender: they/him non-binary Personality: I tend to be quite at first but as I get to know people I'm super loud and love to talk. I'd also describe myself as a golden retriever partner, clingy and thriving on praise

Likes: anime, video, writing, reading, and the odd on of my likes/hobbies is archery

Dislikes: assholes, being judged for who I am, loud noises

I hope this is enough, and no rush take your time and get to it when you have the chance.

Sugawara Koushi x Gn!reader hcs

warnings: none! c:

Hii! thank u for your ask :D hope you like the hcs i came up with!

gif credit ; dividers credit

Sugawara is probably the one who tries the hardest to get new people to feel comfortable with his friends. Especially if he sees you're a bit quiet at first, he'll go the extra mile to make you feel included and to let you know you're welcome in the group and he's there for you

Once you two got closer and you felt comfortable enough to be your usual loud self around him, he probably started liking you even more

Once he started getting a bit of a crush on you, he was always trying to find ways to spend time with you. If you study/work, he would pick you up afterwards with your fav drink/treat, or he would bring you food if you take lunch breaks

He's always there for you, offering you earbuds or a hug or even just covering your ears if there's a loud noise and he notices it makes you uncomfortable. He'll just stay with you however long it takes for you to feel okay.

If there's something that guy is good at, it's praise and compliments. He's really good at making people feel valued and loved in general, but if he's in love with you? He definitely takes it to the next level. A day rarely passes by without him praising you in some way, even if it's simply calling you beautiful or talented. He makes sure to give you some sort of compliment everyday and you know his compliments are always genuine

He probably thinks it's super cool that you do archery and he often goes with you just to sit and watch you practice. He thinks you look like an epic character from a fantasy book/movie (and it's also the perfect opportunity for him to compliment you some more). He also really loves reading the stuff you write and he would absolutely fall in love with you if you ever write something about him

He LOVES hearing you talk and ramble about anything you like. He's not much of a passive listener, he's always making comments and showing you he cares and is interested in what you're saying, but he definitely lets you talk a lot whenever you feel like it

He's also very much thrilled about how clingy you are. Although at first (before getting together officially) he might be a bit awkward about it, not really having expected it with how quiet you were at the beginning. But once he realizes you like it, he would definitely reciprocrate your affection. He probably loves to play with your hair while you read

However, don't get fooled by his softness. He's also very loud sometimes and his favorite moments with you are probably the late nights spent watching anime, funny videos and playing videogames all night, laughing until your stomachs hurt and you can't even breathe

Overall I think he'd be very affectionate, considerated and understanding with you. He's always trying to make sure you're comfortable and happy with him.

[artist-issues]

That’s cool that you love Twenty One Pilots (they’re one of my favorite bands, too). Quick question: How do you feel about the song Heathens?

Love it. It’s genius. It’s so good.

Musically, what is better than the shotgun-cocking sound that the guitar makes? Or the fact that the sound of the instrument vaguely sounds like the phrase “WATCH IT” that is being repeated over and over, so it sounds like you're getting shot by the words themselves. Like the warning in the lyrics isn't fast enough to save you from the consequences of needing that warning in the first place.

I don’t care at all that it’s in/was commissioned for “Suicide Squad.” I totally think Tyler Joseph is too contemplative and analytical to just write a theme song for characters he didn’t create. Plus, he can’t keep his hands off double-and-triple meanings, even when he’s writing original songs. So all of that to say, I don’t think the song is just basically about Suicide Squad.

But let’s talk about the concept that is in the song.

Can I just break it down this way? Can I just tell you what I would do if I were asked to write a song (nobody would ask me that, because I’m not a songwriter) for a movie where comic book villains were the main characters, and I knew that the movie would be playing on “people sympathizing with characters that are evil?”

I mean, seriously, some of you have asked me questions that get me thinking about the trend of idolizing bad guys. I think I can imagine pretty accurately what my thought process would be if someone asked me to write such a song.

I would think about my worldview. I might be a little uncomfortable, first-blush, at having to write a song that makes villains sound cool. But then I’d think about it. I’d think about what I believe; my knee-jerk response would (hopefully) be "what does the Bible say about villains? Definitely that they're bad, and bad guys are bad, not good to emulate, and they lose." But then as I thought deeper than that I'd realize what more the Bible says: that I am a villain. Or I was, apart from Christ.

Nasty and wicked, psycho and outcasted. I belong locked up. Apart from Him, apart from everything good and pure. But I'm not apart from Him. I still live on this planet and not in heaven, but nos that I’m in Him, what am I supposed to do about people who are not—people who are still “villains?”

Remember who I used to be. Because if I don’t remember who I used to be, I’ll start thinking I’m better than them and judge them and we’ll always be divided. But if I remember who I used to be, that I used to be a villain, I can get in there and tell them “I’m like you but here’s what’s different; I know Christ.”

Oh but you know what? I can’t say it like that. Or if I do, I should be prepared to be mauled by the villains. Because that’s what they do.

Like it’s in a pig’s makeup to roll in the mud, it’s in a villain’s nature to be villainous—especially when they expect you to strike first. I remember that nature because I used to have it.

So I have to be careful how I say it. I have to step carefully. I have to convince them that we have things in common—so that I can springboard off of that goodwill, that common ground, and tell the villains about the way out of being villainous. So they don't maul me before I can get the words out.

I genuinely believe that that’s where my Christian worldview would lead me, when looking for a direction to approach the task of “make a song about villains” from.

…And then Tyler Joseph of twenty one pilots writes:

All my friends are heathens take it slow

wait for them to ask you who you know

Please don’t make any sudden moves

You don’t know the half of the abuse

---

We don't deal with outsiders very well

They say newcomers have a certain smell

You have trust issues, not to mention

They say they can smell your intentions

You'll never know the freak show sitting next to you

You'll have some weird people sitting next to you

You'll think "How did I get here sitting next to you?"

---

I mean the easy read is to say, "heathens literally traditionally means 'people who aren't Christians.'" But it can also just carry the connotations of "irreverent, villainous people." So what I'm saying is, he runs the gamut. He's friends with the heathens, but to call them that and to (as the singer) address someone outside that group, he has to be a bridge between the two. Someone who is with the heathens, but is also no longer a heathen himself. And he has to warn the newcomer, who is not a heathen but is about to be among them, of a couple things.

First, be careful. Be careful how you move and what you say.

Second, notice the similarities between yourself and the heathens; you have trust issues and you're trying to figure out the intentions of everyone around you but you'll never be able to do that ("you'll never know.") Just like the heathens are: "they say newcomers have a certain smell." The key to completing your goal is to accept that your similarities, and it's actually not so strange to be sitting among them.

Third, what is your goal? Tyler only gives two hints about why this person the song is "talking" to might be in among the heathens at all. The first hint is "wait for them to ask you who you know." Why'd he say that?

Well one, on the surface, it sounds like you'd need to name-drop someone intimidating to impress criminals. But that doesn't explain why you should wait for them to ask you. So now comes the non-surface read of that lyric, the one that takes into account everything else Tyler's written about and said: wait for them to ask you about why you're there. About the God who makes you different.

Careful, don't come in swinging your sword. You might lop their heads off when you meant to save them. You might provoke them when you meant to bring peace. They've been abused. You're similar but you don't trust each other, and they don't trust your intentions. You can't just sledgehammer them with religious words; they won't understand. They'll associate it with the "abuse."

There's no other plausible way to read that.

You can try to say "it's about becoming a member of the twenty one pilots fandom," okay, but Tyler doesn't think the fandom is touchy about who joins. At least, he doesn't overtly think that. Overtly, he's claimed to be proud of the opposite—he's always quoting that one reviewer who said "your fanbase is the most inclusive clique I've ever seen." He loves the inclusivity. So he wouldn't write a song about a group of heathens who are hard to get in with and be a part of if he was talking about his fans, I don't think.

Now.

Second hint about why the person the songwriter is "speaking" to is in among the heathens; because that's actually the person's rightful place. "It looks like you might be one of us."

I think this is another layer of meaning. Not just "you were once dead," meaning you can still remember who you were before Christ and use that relatability to earn trust. But also, there's something else you have in common with heathens.

And this is where I think you could draw a more meta-line from a listener to twenty one pilots' music. You could go; "I really like this music. But maybe I don't just like it because I can relate to the hope. Maybe I also like it because there's more of me that relates to the struggle than I thought."

Even doubt. I think one of the odd things about Tyler's fans after Blurryface was that they were identifying so much with the struggles and the doubts and the darkness...but in the later eras, there isn't as clear an answer to the dark parts. So you get the vibe that he's noticing that the "brokenness" of his fan base is becoming the loudest part. That even people who came for the hope are also coming for the identifying-with-the-darkness—the bad parts.

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

Horror nights (hanjisung)

DISCLAIMER: these longer writings can be read as both standalones or part 2's/prequels etc if you will.

IF you wish to imagine the characters following a chronological narration of events, this one can definitely be read before "I'm not leaving you". as it could serve as a moment in time that happens before the events in the blurb mentioned above.

WARNING : *mentions of blood and graphic fake movie depictions of brutality

PART 1

You really were so surprised at how unphased Han had been throughout the whole first movie. And how he still looked almost amused if not even bored at the horrific scenes currently displaying on the screen. For someone who's usually so sensitive and jumpy and easily overwhelmed, he looked completely at ease while watching literal bodies being sawn apart. Well, not literally, it was just prosthetics and cgi but the oozing blood and inhuman heart wrenching screams felt pretty fucking real and terrifying in your humble opinion.

Horror movie nights were both your favourite and your least favourite hang outs with your friends. You loved the activity in the fall for it was cozy and chill and required minimal effort and preparation. The most proactive thing you had to do was usually just pick some snacks and drive to one of your friends' houses with your duffel bag ready for the sleepover. Admittedly your favourite part was that it gave you the chance to shamelessly cuddle with the boys and enjoy how warm and protective they felt, Han being the more readily available one seeing that he had been your closest friend for longer.

But to counterbalance all that, your least favourite thing about it all was having to stomach up to 4 and a half hours of usually gory splatter horror movie marathons, either that or some fucked up rather mentally violent psychological thriller that Seugmin would choose and subject to you all even though everyone protested. Even trying to set him up with one of your girlfriends didn't persuade him enough to stop picking such awful films, and actually your girlfriend started enjoying them too so it only brought them closer which to Seugmin meant he was even more validated and encouraged to being a menace.

The real worse thing about this scary movies night tradition of sorts though was that it set the perfect storm for your budding feelings for Han: you weren't really sure when it all started but at one point down the many years of your friendship you started looking at him differently, noticing all those little lovable things about him and seeing him grow and become a young handsome man, the man with the biggest golden heart you knew. You slowly but surely started falling for him and you were now stuck in this uncomfortable limbo where you really wanted to confess but you couldn't bring yourself to cause you were sure he only saw you as a friend, even as a sister maybe.

Him being a naturally physically affectionate person didn't help either. You and the boys were all pretty comfortable in each other presence, had no problem being openly cuddly and close so you being all over Felix or Chan and Han being all over you on a typical movie night never raised any eyebrows except you couldn't help but get all warm and fuzzy and jittery inside whenever Han cuddled you and you were always so fucking afraid it would clearly show on your face. You didn't necessarily want any of the guys to notice too much cause you knew damn well they functioned like one body one mind and that none of them were able to keep their mouths shut.

As another blood coiling scream pierces through the TV speakers you flinch visibly and blink manier manier times, trying to collect yourself when the scene doesn't develop in any actual jumpscares but a mere cliffhanger that seems to be lasting forever and Han must've noticed how on edge you look cause he quietly scoots closer to you on the couch, putting an arm around your shoulder and giving it a little squeeze as you low key shift closer to him, Jeongin sitting on the other side, almost half asleep and definitely not noticing you drifting away from him. You swallow inaudibly and pull the blanket up your knees, absentmindedly making sure to cover Han's legs as well and he grins at you at the gesture, pulling you even closer to him.

And that's when you breathe him in and almost pass out cause why does he have to smell so fucking nice? You could already smell the faint scent of his shampoo from your former spot on the couch but now you can clearly inhale the fresh, sweet fragrance along with the muskier and powdery scent of his clothes and skin, the slightest hint of popcorn on his breath. Also why does his hair have to look so shiny and healthy and soft? And why does his side profile has to look so handsome? With the chiseled jawline but chubbier cheeks and his small straight nose and and pretty eyes so intent on the movie and those damn lips, barely parted, the bottom one sticking out so plump and rosy even in the semi darkness of the room - you are officially spiraling.

One of the characters in the movie suddenly gets possessed by some kind of demon and he tears himself apart, blood and guts spilling all over the scene and you just cannot. If one moment ago you were almost too overwhelmed by Han's mere scent you now literally bury your face in the crook of his neck, trying to cover your face with the curtain of your hair which earns you a soft snicker from him, "you're okay there?", he whispers in your hair, unaware of the shiver he just sent down your spine, you nod and mumble something unintelligible and slowly, ever so slowly lift your head up, quickly checking the screen to see if it's safe again, mainly focusing on the shadowed heads of your friends sitting and cuddling all around on the floor.

Han slips his other arm out from beneath the blanket and gently places his hand on top of yours, "squeeze if you need to", he instructs, his left arm tightening around your shoulder now that you straightened out again. You thank him quietly, your voice barely a whisper, and in a tiny leap of faith you interlock your fingers with his, hoping he won't be too bothered by that which doesn't seem to be the case since he just keeps on watching the movie, completely desensitized to the gore.

A few more relatively calm scenes roll by and you start to reassure yourself into believing maybe now there's a little amount of time where the plot just needs to develop without the obsessive amount of splatter. But just as you're about to almost quiet down completely and possibly fall asleep on your friend's shoulder a fucking ghost face thing jumps into full vision and attacks some other characters by slinging an axe down their backs and the sound of bones breaking and blood erupting everywhere makes you literally jump on the couch and whimper in pain as if you're the one being massacred, a few of the boys either mutter profanities themselves or straight up gasp, "oh my god oh my god ohmygod" you whisper/shout squeezing Han's hand so tight he frowns deeply at you and then he is pulling you into his arms in just a matter of mere seconds.

His embrace his warm and welcoming, you shut your almost teary eyes and focus on his fast heartbeat, "it's gone, baby. It's gone, I promise it's all over now", he repeats over and over again, his voice a very low, soft whisper as he pats your back, "gosh... you're shaking", he adds then, first vigorously holding and caressing your back and then cupping your face and stroking your cheeks repeatedly when he realises you're still so shaken, "it's okay, y/n it's okay, it's all over now, see? They killed him. They're walking away in a field now", he narrates softly, guiding you back on the couch, still keeping an arm protectively around your back.

You gradually calm down but still snuggle close to him, your heartbeat going a hundred miles per hour either from the violence you just witnessed or Han's immediate reaction and strong embrace. You kind of enjoy it, this sort of roller coaster of emotions, the edge keeping you very much alert and sensitive to every little touch and shift in vibration coming off of both you and Han who on the other hand seems to now be fully aware and responsive towards your every move, to every hitch on your breath as you reluctantly try to keep on watching the movie.

PART 2

[teddybeartoji]

me and toji me and toji me and tojiiiiiiii...

we started out as neighbors but it took us like three months to even propely meet lmao,, it takes me a while to get used to new places so when i first moved in i just stayed at home like a lot. a lot a lot. i literally only left to go to the grocery store and then to the park down the street and that's it. and toji is a big homebody too, so he didn't go out all that much either, just work and then the bar with a friend every once in a while. we just didn't happen to move at the same time, despite living right next to each other.

after about a month, i found myself a third place and slowly but surely grew more and more comfortable there – the cinema (nobody is surprised). i always liked to go during the day, as early as i could, just to make sure that there wouldn't be too many people. always in the last row, always in the middle seat. this is the mickey way. anyway, after creating a bit of a routine for myself, i felt more free to observe my surrounding some more too. felt more comfortable to start people watching. and that's when i saw him. mostly dressed in darker clothes, hoodies and big jackets. sometimes with a cap on, sometimes without it. it's not like he was always always there at the same time as me but when he was, he always sat in the last row but instead of fighting for the middle seat, he always sat at the very end of the row. obviously i thought he looked very handsome – we had made eye-contact a few times while buying popcorn by accident and let me tell you, that was enough to have my heart racing ok i am very weak. but i'm not bold enough to strike up a conversation like that so stolen glances and shared movie experiences were all we had. we btw have a very similar taste in films so we did end up seeing each other a lot there lmao

aaaanyway i just had a silly little cinema crush but never did anything abt it bc i'm a pussy ok😔😔 (he's literally the same). okay but so, one day i was coming home from whereever, just stepped into the elevator when a hand stopped the doors and HE appeared. i was very confused. he.. looked confused too lmao,, but now........ loookkkk.... no matter how handsome he is..... he's still a stranger, and a man too at that. a man who seems to be where i am multiple times a week and is now suddenly where i live. yes, i freaked the fuck out okay. don't judge me. he didn't press a floor button either yk so i really did start to spiral over the fact that maybe he's stalking me or smth..... and he saw that. he saw me tense up and he isn't stupid – he knows he's a tough big guy and it did seem like he could've been stalking me. so he immediately backed away a bit, trying to make himself smaller bc he obviously didn't want to make me any more uncomfortable. and then he just blurted out with his raspy voice that he lives here. it definitely cracked the tension a bit. he cleared his throat and slowly pointed at the floor buttons, saying that he lives on the same floor (btw i need everybody to know that he has a bit of an accent in my head it's very very important to me he speaks english very well but his accent still shines through and i love it very very much<33333). he even showed me his keys lmao and i did feel way more safe after that buuut we still didn't really introduce each other or anything. i guess the air still felt just a bit weird.. the doors opened and we both walked to out apartments in silence (it wasn't actually awkward or anything though it was just . silence) and then looked at each other with silly faces when we realized we literally live Right next to each other lmao that was funny. i just said that i moved in like two months ago and that was it. we went our seperate ways.

for a day.

bc you have no idea.. how awful i felt abt that elevator thing. oooooooh my god. IT'S NOT HIS FAULT HE'S SO BIG SO IT'S SO MEAN FOR ME TO ASSUME THAT HE'S SOME AXE MURDERED YK well it isn't but i still felt really really bad esp since he tried to immediately make me feel more comfortable and tried to reassure me that he was not, in fact, stalking me lmao but yeah idk it just weighed really heavily on me i couldn't help but keep thinking abt it soooo i ended up baking a batch of brownies the very next day. and i went to his door (still in my hello kitty pyjama pants mind you)(i forgot to change them) aaand then started rambling and STUTTERING BTWW while apologizing and he just stood there like ???? like he didn't even understand why i was apologizing in the first place lmao he felt it was a very understandable for me to have that fear and to think the way i was thinking (he actually felt a bit bad abt the whole thing inside too he just didn't really know how to express it). aaaanyway so he was just there staring at me with like a veeery faint smile bc at a point it got a bit ridiculous bc i really did start just rambling abt the whole thing lmao it was uhhh just a bit embarrassing (the fact that he's hot didn't help either thank you very much). he thought it was cute how i was there trying to apologize for smth that he should've been apologizing for himself lmao he tried to say no to the brownies at first and i shoved them at him so hard they all almost fell.. aaand i think that's exactly where he decided that hm. mickey . yes weird little creature i am intrigued i want to know more yk?

btw we still didn't exchange numbers or anything at that point, that happened later after i came knocking at his door at twelve am bc there was a big spider in my room but i'll talk abt that some other time:33333333 thank you for reading abt the miji lore i love you . and i love him. sooooso much he means the world to me<3333333333333333

[isadollie]

So could I make a request for the matchup? Here's the info I wrote down;

-for fandom: haikyuu

-My name is Lorena (also not a native english speaker!), she/her, demisexual (no real preference of gender, i just like people but also quite a low/slow tolerancy for developing romantic feelings) no preference

-likes: being at home/alone, cooking and baking and drawing, scary uncomfortable movies

-dislikes: uggs, loud people

-in my free time i like to just listen to music and think about things or have a good cleaning session

-definitely on the grunge/alternative side, also alternating between masculine and feminine

-short and quite a small frame (at 156cm and 47kg but im trying to gain weight i swear), short dark brown shaggy hair which i dye dark red, brown eyes that do not work (i wear contacts)

-quiet and introverted, if i had to compare to a haikyuu character, in a kiyoko type of way. I find it easier to socialise with other introverts as well. Usually I keep my thoughts to myself unless im around close friends, I legit get silly with them, I like to be direct and honest and more of a listener. Mom friend of the group so I tend to be stern with my friends, lowkey a party pooper as im a hater at heart. That friend that does not like your boyfriend

-i dabble between infp/intp, who knows atp

-my dream present would be smth like a trinket that reminds them of me

-my love language would be quality time and acts of service

- taurus rahh 💪🫶

- a good deal are a bunch of mitski songs (abbey, thursday girl, cop car), red swan, francesca

Thanks so much, you're a peach!

— matchup —

if you'd want a matchup too, make sure to check out this! link

i match you with...

Iwaizumi Hajime!

★ i have a feeling Iwa would love alt aesthetics, personally i think he'd like alt music too-

★ being an amazing man he is, he'd definitely take things slow, he doesn't want to rush anything, his priority is to make you feel safe and comfortable around him

★ scary and uncomfortable movies you say? oh, when i tell you he's in love. he has a whole list of this kind of movies in his notes app, marking the ones you've already seen together. you also rate every movie you've watched, creating a whole tier list out of them lol

★ knowing that you find it hard to socialize, he wouldn't pressure you into doing so. however, if you two meet a whole bunch of his friends when hanging out, he'd check every minute if you feel comfortable enough around them. if you want to say something, he only listens to you and makes sure that others don't interrupt you when you talk

★ he loves to see you being mom of the friend group! it shows him how caring you can be towards the ones important to you, and that just makes him fall in love even more

★ he is soo acts of service guy, you can't change my mind about this i'm afraid. you hate to do this one particular house chore? call him. he'll do that. just like that

★ Iwa knows you don't like loud people, so whenever Oikawa acts a bit too annoying, he just has one more reason to scold him<3

hello, hope you liked it:) your second match was kenma! thanks for requesting<3

[cosmos-dot-semicolon]

I've seen you mention on some posts that Ninjago had an affect on your relationship with being Asian, and I was wondering if you had any thoughts you wanted to share on the subject of Asian representation in Ninjago.

Feel free to disregard if the subject is too personal.

This is absolutely fine! In fact I’ve been itching for an excuse to talk about it for a while, because this show deeply influenced my writing growing up, and honestly I'm sick of most of the people getting noticed for discussing it being white.

So, I think Ninjago’s Asian representation is garbage. It’s not unique: there was a common trend in 2010’s kids’ media to make everything cooler by including Ninjas or, more generally, Asians Doing Martial Arts. I remember it being in media as distant as Club Penguin and many Flash games back in the day, as well as worse cartoons I don’t bother to remember the name of. I’m fairly sure adult-geared Kung Fu movies also had a hand in this, but I didn’t watch those as a kid.

But Ninjago’s particularly bad in that they’ve kept doing this for over 10 years, and it’s baked into their story.

Everything from them not checking up how ‘ninjutsu’ was spelled, to them not actually making the characters have Asian skintones in that one anime segment, to that one time they based Nya’s outfit off a clearly named Cheongsam from Pinterest and called it a Kimono? It all just reeks of people who wanted to make a quick buck of an entire continent’s ‘aesthetic’ and the mysticism around it, rather than portray them as actual people.

There’s a really great website by someone (who I can’t remember the username of) detailing all the Orientalism of the show up until about season 10. It dives very deeply into how the design language of Ninjago always seems to be based in making the actually ‘Asian’ parts of the show evoke more of a feeling of East Asia than actually being accurate to any one culture, and a lot of inaccuracies and why they arose.

A poignant point it raises is that any time we get a cool character or place, they’re always portrayed as more western-coded and ‘civilised.’ Jamanakai Village is poor and the villagers are rude. Ninjago City is civilised and clearly closer to what white people are used to living in. Lloyd is this world’s destined saviour, and he is blonde. There was *one* Asian voice actor on the VA team. And 2/3 of the Ninja team is white-coded by name.

Some my own observations over the years also include:

Jay’s ‘yin to my yang saying’ being completely made up.

That intro to… season 7, I think? Where the Ninja fight off some slave-drivers whipping people working a rice farm. Which never gets brought up again.

Nadakhan’s entire design is the only bit of South-Asian rep we get for the first few years, and his mythology is inaccurate to how actual Djinn work, and he’s acknowledged by the creators to have a sexy voice and be an absolute creep.

Having enjoyed Monkie Kid, I think Ninjago’s Asian rep is fundamentally unfixable. It was built to appeal to a western audience that simply thought the concept of ninja were cool, and thought of Asia only as a conglomerate where people had powers and did cool fight sequences or were otherwise savages. And also where the entirety of South Asia doesn't exist.

Like, I've tried to make an AU where I overhauled things completely to be better rep, and you just can't do it without breaking the show in half. Half of a character's name comes from Japan, and the other half from China. You're going to be losing something whatever you choose (shout out to Koko from the movie), and it gets uncomfortable to think about real quick, especially when the show's strongest suit is its characters.

As a kid who was part of a diaspora, Ninjago definitely didn't help my fucked up viewpoint of being cool only if I passed as white enough and viewed my parents' country as a magical but ancient land rather than part of reality.

[harus-simp]

Cutie cutie

-Matthew x reader-

Warning:none,just a cute and awkward matthew being all adorable 😙

Requested: can you write a drabble about being matthews first ever relationship? i think he’d be so cute and awkward omg <3 (Anonymous)

Author's note: hey there anon, sorry for the long wait but here's your lil cutie matthew ;))

°□°□°□°□°□°□°□°□°□°□°□°□°□°□°□°□

Matthew hadn't been in any relationship before, so you being his absolute first one could probably be translated to seeing how inexperienced he was by his actions and his little awkwardness.

After years of knowing each other and staying as just friends even though it was pretty obvious you liked each other,you decided to take the step and confess your feelings towards him.

He was everything you could have asked to have in your life, like a warm ray of sunshine hitting you right on your face, like the fresh spring breeze that surrounds you with nostalgia, like the flavour of sweet fruits that you taste on a hot day throughout a cold drink.

He made you feel thousands of butterflies on your stomach and that giddiness and excitement you get due to his perfect smile and his cute little actions for you.

And seeing him all happy with other people made your heart shrink and feel extremely heavy. So taking this into account you just threw away all the possibilities that could go wrong and decided to take a shot.

When you finally let it all out and spoke to Matthew about it you were at first too scared to look at him in the eyes, and the silence that came right after it gave you less confidence about your decision. The truth was he couldn't believe you liked him back, he was too scared for rejection so you telling him that came as a surprise. However, as he saw tears rolling down your precious face he reacted immediately corresponding your feelings excitedly.

So that lead us to the present,about a week or so right into your relationship. Everyone could sense that you both were in love, from the way you spoke about your partner to the lingering glances to the soft smiles. However, as sweet as it seemed from afar the truth was a little bit different.

As you were both young, you were kinda inexperienced in terms of love, but it was totally normal. Specially Matthew, he was kinda awkward around you when you wanted to do couple stuff, because yes you were the one that lead the relationship here. You were much more opened to pda and showing affection.

Whenever you went to any little date you had you saw him all shy and blushy, he looked sometimes like a lost puppy that was afraid to follow anyone. But that's what you loved about him, his rosy cheeks when you hugged him out of the blue, his giggles when you made a silly joke or even the little glances you both exchanged that left you kicking your feet when you got home.

He also got embarrassed for the silliest things filling you with endearment like:

"Can I hold your hand?"

"Of course you can matthew"

Other times he said:

"Can you brush your fingers through my hair please?"

"Sure"

And forget about kisses, he couldn't take it if you just decided to give him a random peck on his cheek.

There was this particular time where you were just watching a movie and you were feeling cold so you decided to wrap your hands around him and scoot closer to him. He was a little stiff throughout it, but what made him ten times shy was you calling him:

"Baby, you don't need to be that rigid around me, but if you are uncomfortable or something you can just tell me"

That was it,those two things definitely killed him with sweetness. You hugging him and right after it giving him a cute nickname was enough for him to separate for a while from you as he was too busy covering his face from embarrassment.

After a whole minute he looked back at you cuddling you back but hiding his face on the crock of your neck.

"Sorry, you are too cute for my heart to take"he said

You smiled fondly at his remark

"No, you are the cute one"

"I'm not"

"Yes you are"

And just like that you started a small little argument (not in a serious way tho) on who was more adorable.

.

.

.

Matthew's favourite dates were definitely those where you went outdoors to the river, the countryside,the beach,etc...

He loved nature so it was natural for him to be in his favourite place with his favourite person.

You both went to the forest frequently and enjoyed the peace and the views you got there, it was such a fond memory that you held dearest to your heart and so did him.

You went there with sandwiches and fruit to not die from hunger and sat down on a tree log talking about anything that came to your mind.

You couldn't stop staring at him, at his profile and how his eyes literally sparkled when he looked at a butterfly or the beautiful flowers that were near you both, and once you were caught by him he asked you about it looking down:

"You just look so handsome and comfortable, it makes me really happy and I feel really lucky to get this sight"

Your sweetness? How you got every little detail? Nah, you definitely broke him. He swore to God he didn't deserve you at all.

.

.

.

He loves spending time with you, he really appreciates quality time. Your mere presence was enough to help him calm down his nerves making him feel secure. And although he was a bit awkward at first on the first week, you could see that behind that little shell he would eventually open up and leave all that shyness behind.

What can we say, he's a baby <3

°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°

[dexabite]

because i'm bored: here's what i think about the characters of ride the cyclone!

ocean o'connell rosenberg:

definitely was a huge snob. in my language, we call those kind of people "maldita" HAHAHAH

she sounds so much like a high school bully that it's hilarious... but also, i feel like she was bullied in elem and was consequently also mean in highschool? idk she gives me that energy

DEFINITELY the kind of person to love legally blonde and mean girls and just projected it onto her persona LMAOO

though she's probably really very much a big softie once she developed at the end of the musical, but still hides it behind her bitchy and rude exterior

she looks like she would take someone's phone and squint whenever someone shows her a meme, like the way a mother would

noel gruber:

mean gay. that's it.

it's canon that whenever he's nervous or uncomfortable, he picks on his nail polish! and i love that! he's just like me fr!

i think the thing he really wanted was just a life outside of his simple one when he was alive... and i think monique gibeau was his drag persona

that said: NOEL DRAG QUEEN AAHHHH

feels like he would be more reserved because he's trying to look normal because of his mom yk, so he probably didn't have many friends outside of the choir (who weren't very close to begin with, judging from the way they talk in the beginning of the musical)

but besides that, he wants to be FLAMBOYANT and FEMININE and i love him

mischa bachinski:

iconic. stole boxes of communion wine for his eight year old cousin because of birthday. im in love with him.

sorry to noel, but he's the REAL most romantic boy in town. nothing compares to the way he sings about talia as if he couldn't live without her. get yourself a man like mischa.

probably loves ridiculous memes. would laugh at them for so long and show everyone in the choir

i think he doesn't actually watch horror movies but watches analysis videos on youtube about them like i do.

when he actually watches horror movies, he squirms around and does all of these weird movements and noises to cope with the fear 😭 not outright scream though, he's too emasculated /j

ricky potts:

he is an oc writer just like me. i love him for that.

was most likely into warrior cats as a kid, obviously marvel comics and star trek too. no way he wasn't.

he mooost likely didn't want to be in the choir in the first place but ocean forced him in it, based off his reaction to ocean trying to get people to like her again after singing about social darwinism 😭

that said, he's just like me fr... using escapism as a coping mechanism for his lonelines... i love you ricky and and your sexy cat ladies from zolar

and actually, i think he's one of the most underrated characters apart from constance which is such a SHAME...

he's so nerdy and JUST LIKE ME FR!!!

i think that before his hands degenerated, he was an artist. not a good one, but enough for people to recognize it!

jane doe:

CREEPYPASTA ENJOYER I CAN SMELL IT OFF OF HER.

creepy... i love her...

and i think that she's really good at crocheting, to add onto the whole doll aesthetic. makes tiny sweaters for ricky's cats, probably made a phone case for constance made out of wool... no matter how inconvenient it was

i think that noel would've painted her nails black too because she deserves it!!!

anyway, her and ricky are the "the bad bitch i got thanks to my autism" meme definitely. going both ways

anyway her actor's voice always sounds like an opera singers it's so impressive! that's why i believe that she can actually sing opera if they ask her to

definitely knows obscure facts about medieval torture and lions... just because!

FOORNICATION UNDER CONSENT OF THE KING!!!!

constance blackwood:

HER SONGS MAKE ME FEEL SO MANY THINGS IT'S CRAZY

the unique lesson of "there's no shame in loving my small town" ...my god you never hear that in musicals EVER

it's always "GET ME OUT OF HERE PLEASE!!!!" not the lesson that's in sugar cloud

that said, god... the fact that she doesn't like being called nice because it means that no one truly got close enough to her to know her for her goofiness... her weird thoughts, and her silly mannerisms and she had no one to vent to </3

hell, even her so called BEST FRIEND is mean to her!!!

but i feel like they'd still be close, despite that yk? best friends always stick together and as ocean develops more i think that they'd get closer until they're literally the only two who knows the other better than themselves

OH and i think that constance would've loved writing fanfic... she just has that kinda energy yk? she and noel would bond over writing and they'd talk about what they write and constance would hesitate because she doesn't want to admit that she writes gay fanfiction on ao3 😭🙏

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hi I’m honestly in love with your writing and the fact that you write for male readers is just *chefs kiss 🤌* could I please request a Newt x male reader, kinda like your other newt fic except Thomas takes a liking to the reader and it’s Newt that gets jealous, while reader is just oblivious because he hasn’t really talked to the greenie and is too busy doing medjack things.

Please don’t stress to get this finished I’ll wait forever if I have to.

All the love ❤️ - Static

Ooo I'm loving the Newt attention right now, I'm obviously a Minho fan (*cough* the over 25 fics I've written for him *cough*) but Newt is easily one of my favourite characters and I'm honoured to get the opportunity to write him.

JEALOUS BOY

MASTERLIST | NEWT MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Timeline doesn't line up (or exist) but kinda movie based fic. Teresa ceases to exist because I couldn't work out how to make that work- there's enough going on.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, miscommunication trope, kind of oblivious reader, Thomas being a dumbass.

Greenie Day is always fun. It's definitely your favourite day of the month. Apart from having a fresh face to watch the other Gladers tease, you also get to celebrate with the Bonfire night.

And today is no different. You have been blessed with Thomas. He seems slightly unstable and unsure of himself, but he is definitely handling things a lot better than most of he boys do.

He's cute, for sure, but a lot of boys here are. That doesn't really matter though, because you've set your heart on Newt.

You don't really know how it happened, but the second in command caught your attention almost immediately. He's one of the more grounded people in the Glade, and he's probably the most reliably.

And Minho drunkenly told you that Newt's gay. So, you might actually have a chance.

Though, you're one of the three Medjacks, so you're normally busy with work. The Glades really isn't a place for romance, and Newt is one of the few people that is actually busier than you.

And Newt probably doesn't even like you.

Honestly, Newt hadn't even really thought about it- until Thomas beats him to it.

"Who's that?" Thomas asks as him and Newt share a glass of Gally's special brew™, sitting in front of a log, using it as a backrest.

"Who's who?" Newt asks after taking a swig of his drink.

"Him," Thomas points at you from across the Glade as you talk to Jeff and Clint, laughing as you recall some of the dumbest injuries the Gladers have had. "Who's he?"

Newt's smile falters slightly. "(Y/N)." He simply answers. "Why you asking?"

Thomas shrugs. "He's kinda attractive."

For some reason, a sharp feeling crosses through Newt's chests. He shuffles uncomfortably before getting up. "C'mon, I'll show you around."

Thomas scrambles to his feet, struggling to keep up with Newt as he effortlessly traverses through the crowd.

Newt pretty much introduces Thomas to everyone except you. And then he ends up in a fight with Gally.

Which is always a fun watch.

You remain oblivious as you continue on with your job in the day following. Normally, after Bonfire, your clientele consists of boys suffering from hangovers and embarrassment.

"Gally, if you're gonna throw up, go outside, there's only so many egg and garlic cures I can make in such a small space of time, yanno." You mumble, stirring the strong smelling solution.

"I'm not gonna throw up." The Builder grumbles as he hunches over the side of the bed.

"You'd think since you make this klunk you'd be able to handle it. Or were you just nursing your pride after being floored by a Greenie?" He glares at you as you pass him the drink.

"This klunk's gross."

"You do this to yourself."

"Hey," you look up as Thomas awkwardly knocks on the doorframe.

"Hey, Greenie, you need somethin'?" You say nonchalantly. Thomas is just another patient to you.

"Uh, just thought I'd come see what this job is about."

"You fancy being a Medjack?"

"Haven't you heard?" Gally scoffs. "Greenie here has his heart set on being a Runner." You raise your eyebrow at Gally. "Newt told me."

That's weird. It's not like Newt is the type to go around talking about everyone's business- to Gally nonetheless.

You scoff. "Well, good luck with that- you'll have to get Minho's approval. He's one hard nut to crack. Maybe aim lower for now."

"Or give up all together." Gally snickers to himself.

"Gally," you snap, "get out- you're just a whiney baby who overendulged- scram, shank."

Gally grumbles under him breath, but he does get up, even though he does nearly topple over in the process.

"You're uh, (Y/N), right?" Thomas asks once Gally is gone.

"Uh, yeah, who told you that?"

"Oh, I asked Newt. He didn't seem too pleased about it, though."

You brush off the comment, turning back to making more headache cures for the undeniable number of boys that'll be flooding into your tent soon.

"Well, you should be checking out some of the other jobs- people don't normally trail to be a Medjack very often. There's only three of us and it's harder to get in this kluck-hole than it is out in the Maze. You could be a Track-hoe or a Builder, or even a Slicer if you don't mind the blood."

"Yeah, but I want to be a Runner," you scoff, shaking your head to try and hide your smirk. Gally might be right about this one.

Thats a first.

"Oi, Greenie," Newt appears in the doorway, "the shuck are you doin'? Get your ass to the Bloodhouse, you're tryin' out as a Slicer today."

Thomas pushes his lips into a thin line, nodding at you. "See you around." You give him an awkward wave and he leaves.

"The Greenie's shuckin' weird." You laugh, but when Newt doesn't respond, you look over at him. He face looks like thunder. "You good, mate?"

'Mate' is something you only say to Newt, mainly because you secretly adore his accent but also to lightly tease him.

"Yeah," he clears his throat, "yeah, so, you think Tommy's a freak?"

"I wouldn't go that far- but I don't think we've ever had a Greenie with such a shuckin' death wish before." Newt remains silent. "You don't like him?"

"No," he sighs, "I do. The shank's got a spark- we need more of that. I just..." He trails off, making eye contact with you. "Doesn't matter. I'll catch you later."

Newt leaves as fast as his arrived, leaving you very confused and slightly lost. That's until Clint stumbles into the Med Hut with Jeff carrying him, clearly still intoxicated.

You'd been wondering where they'd been.

The next couple of days are... strange, to say to say the least. Thomas came in almost every morning to speak to you, which started causing some exchanging of glances between your colleagues.

You, however, paid no mind to it.

Newt, however, did.

"Who does the Greenie think he is?" Newt grumbles to Minho, who is mouthfuls deep in a portion of of Frypan's stew.

"This about your little crush again?" The Runner says after swallowing.

"What? I don't have a crush."

"Dude, you've been complaining about Thomas all week."

"So? I don't have a crush on the shuckin' Greenie."

"Wha- no," Minho snorts, rubbing his face in his hands at his friends own cock-blocking. "You're jealous."

"What?"

"Of Thomas."

"What?"

"You have a thing for (Y/N), and the Greenie likes him too- so you're jealous."

Newt blinks. "What? No, I don't have a shuckin' crush, okay? He's just distracting him from work, a'ight? And Thomas needs to get his ass to work figuring what job he's gonna do. This isn't about (Y/N) at all."

"You're full of klunk," Minho says after sarcastically nodding, waving his fork around.

"Mate-"

"No, you're full of klunk," Minho sighs. "You've been talking to and about this boy since he got here, and suddenly a new guy shows up, who clearly likes your 'bestfriend'," he puts that in air quotes, "and suddenly you're moping around like a shuckin' baby. You're thick as pig klunk if you ain't figured out what's going on by now."

There's a short period of silence as Newt processes everything. Shit, maybe he is jealous. He'd always liked you a little bit more than the other Gladers, but he kind of thought it was just admiration.

But he was jealous when Thomas pointed you out.

It made his skin crawl and his body burn.

"Shit," he mumbles, his elbows resting on the table and his hands in his hair. "I think I do like him."

"There ya go- shuckin' finally." Minho barks a laugh.

"So, what do I do?"

Minho hesitates, before just shrugging. "You don't see me having many romantic prospects around here, do ya? Box hasn't sent my type up yet," he attempts to joke, which just earns a glare from the second in command. He clears his throat. "Look, if your jealousy is getting to you that bad, just claims what's yours."

"Minho," Newt groans, "don't talk about people like that."

"You know what I mean- just ask him out. Tell him how you feel and get you a boy."

"I don't know if-"

"Suck it up, shank- I don't risk my life everyday to come back here and deal with this klunk." Minho stands up. "Alby has you running this joint for a reason- figure your shit out."

And with that, Minho walks away, probably to talk to someone who isn't causing him a headache with romantic issues.

Newt decides to see what happens, play it by ear and stick to his job. After all, he's a busy dude and- oh my God, is Thomas talking to you again?

Newt spots you sitting with Thomas. You look almost bored, probably thinking about some kind of medical solutions instead of listening to whatever nonsense Thomas is spewing.

But for some reason, this sparks a new wave of jealousy in him. Maybe Minho's right- about needing to talk to you, not claiming you.

You're a person, after all.

Standing up, he storms over to you.

"Hey," he taps your shoulder, pulling you out of your trance, "I need to talk to you." He jolts his head in a general direction away from the small group you're in.

"Oh, sure," you scramble up, following Newt as he walks away. You can practically see the steam coming off his head.

You walk a fair few metres away, ending up at the edge of the Deadheads.

"Newt, is everything okay-?"

"I like you!" He snaps, turning around and starting you.

"I like you, okay? I like you and all your dumb medical facts and the way you help Chuck when he's freaking out. I like you, like I have a crush on you and it's freaking me the shuck out! A-and watching you flirt with the Greenie is driving me nuts!"

"I wasn't flirting with-"

"I just- Minho told me to tell you and that's what I'm going. Make of it what you will but-"

There's something about the normally calm Newt losing his cool over you that is weirdly attractive. Not only is your long-time crush confessing to you, but he's actually possessive over it. Should that be attractive? Probably not, but it still is to you.

Newt is mid-speech when you step forward, grabbing his face with both your hands and pulling him towards you. Your lips connect and Newt completely freezes.

You pull away from the blond as he doesn't react. He looks at you for a second, panic taking over you. You go to speak but no sounds come out as he starts to grin.

Pulling you back in, he kisses you again, this time actually responding properly.

The kiss lasts a couple of seconds before you separate.

"Will you please be my boyfriend, (Y/N)?" He asks you.

You smile. "'Course I shuckin' will."

Another Newt request: done. I'm slowly getting there, and I have a couple of Gally requests to get through, but dw we'll be back to our regularly scheduled Minho content first.

I hope you enjoyed :))

[stars-tonight]

hiii id love to be paired up with a character romantically, my pronouns are she/her and i would like to be paired up with a guy. i don't have any particular characters i don't wanna be paired if im being honest and traits that i look like in a partner are sarcastic sense of humour/funny, directness and someone who could show me love even if it were to be subtle. tbh i tend to go for nonchalant-ish guys who deeply care of that makes sense so i guess that would be a trait?? I don't really like serious guys, i consider myself to be very introverted yet im funny when i get comfortable, it takes time for me to open up but once i do it's like a switch and i get more chaotic, im also someone who can't handle a lot of stress and i genuinely tweak out, I also get incredibly worried about what someone might think of me but overall i think I'm a pretty loving person. My hobbies are listening to music, photography and writing. My love language is probably physical touch. My dream date is probably at the cinema, the backseats, messing around and barely paying attention to the movie or a movie night at home. My fashion style consists of oversized jerseys, baggy jeans and crop tops and I have black hair, tan skin and brown eyes. my mbti is ISFP andd my additional stuff ab me are i love animals, food and binge watching series. i hope this was enough for it to be lengthy? thank u sm<33 - 🐆

headcanons

🥛 kuroo's definitely got a sense of humor

🥛 don't know if counts as "sarcastic" though

🥛 it'll probably be dad jokes and lame puns he throws your way

🥛 maybe a cheesy pickup line if you're really feeling upset and he's trying to make you feel better

🥛 man is the definition of "nonchalant but cares deeply"

🥛 he has a laidback attitude but he's very passionate if that makes sense

🥛 because he's very chill he'll always encourage you to be relaxed and not too hard on yourself

🥛 he'll try to relieve some of your stress through corny jokes and making funny faces

🥛 always likes to have a hand on you, especially in public

🥛 it's a way of showing others you're a couple but also it's to protect you and make sure you don't get lost or separated

🥛 will use your head as an armrest if you're short enough

🥛 kuroo will probably ask you to go to the movies on a first or second date because it's a safe option (although he thinks it's kinda lame because you can't get to know the other person)

🥛 so he'll be super excited when he realizes you're also not the type to pay attention to the movie

🥛 will probably do the thing where you try to throw popcorn into each other's mouths

🥛 he'll either be super good or really really bad at this

🥛 on future dates he'd probably take you to a karaoke bar

🥛 idk about you but he's definitely horrible at singing

🥛 but he's not insecure about it, he's just here to have a good time

🥛 he won't directly ask you to wear one of his jerseys to a game because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable

🥛 but he'll probably drop hints like "i love seeing other people wear a jersey with my number on it, it makes me feel really special"

🥛 and he'll leave his old jerseys in a really obvious spot so it's easier for you to steal

🥛 when he sees you in the stands with his jersey on you know he'll be stealing the show on the court

🥛 hitting bounces on the ten foot line every time

🥛 blocking bokuto as if his life depends on it

🥛 no plan to let the youngsters shine this time

🥛 will probably go so hard kenma asks him what's wrong with him

runner up for you was miya osamu!

A/N: there you go 🐆anon, i hope you liked it! pls excuse the long wait 😣