#frickin loser

[charles-edgar-cheeserton-iii]

3x08 - We’ll Never Have Paris

[licorishh]

I have to ask is his name actually Dr. Ratio or is it a funny nickname for him because this has alluded me and racked my brain like a tennis ball on the court so I must know before the tennis ball gets launched any harder, breaking the barrier shielding my little brain from the elements

heavy sigh

Yeah that's his name. His first name is Veritas which is Latin for "truth" and apparently when you put them together "veritas ratio" means "true reason" but I CANNOT take that seriously (and neither can the entirety of the fandom). The "Dr." is because he's a professor and has, like, eight frickin' doctorates or something.

Also in his splash art he's holding up his hand and making an L which has led to countless "L + Ratio" jokes. Look at this maniac.

He's also the first 5 limited 5 star Hoyo have given out for free, and he's available to literally everybody. That's a big win for me as he's an Imaginary-type character and I am in DESPERATE need of an Imaginary damage-dealer because currently I have none.

He's a huge jerk but I love him. I could go on for a while as to why he's an incredibly cool character but I imagine that would lead to you banging your head on a wall begging to be released cause I'd be there a while.

He's also very pretty but that's another matter

[jjjordiiii]

Getting on that sigma grindset so I can go to England and smoke weed with her.

[cohozuna]

[bugeyedfreaks]

Not So Awesome Blossom is a season 4 episode.

Also what are your thoughts on fics giving the Girls (or any other characters with no last names) last names. I understand it’s easier for tagging reason, but I never understand the need to give them one, even Craig never bothered on canonizing their last names to be “Utonium” and everytime I read “Blossom Utonium” in or “Ms Utonium” in fics I immediately closed the fic, regardless of how good it is, or if its good, I blocked it with my finger

Look, I don’t know what to tell ya, but:

…now TO BE FAIR, you’re right: I checked my DVDs because I thought I was going crazy and it’s listed as a S4 episode there. But if you look at how it’s animated, it’s definitely got that post movie S5 look. …so, you know what, despite it maybe officially being S4, I don’t know. Let’s say it’s in S4-S5 limbo because it has those same weird pacing/writing issues bleeding into it that the other S5 episodes have. 🤣

I’m completely fine with the last names thing for the girls. Blossom and the girls are Professor Utonium’s daughters! They’re a family! Fans have been giving them his last name forever and I find it endearing. Plus… it’s a whoooooole lot better than giving them the last name “Powerpuff.” 🥴 Even though it isn’t canon, their last name just seems like a very small thing to be picky about, especially since it at least makes logical sense.

…but I get that because I’m picky about the other part of your question: giving other characters last names. And it’s something that I’m pretty consistent about with when it comes to any fandom. If there’s a fanfic and the author is writing a scenario where the character needs a last name… sometimes people just pick really terrible ones that don’t match the tone of the show or make any sense within canon. With the Powerpuff Girls, it’s a goofy show, and a lot of the characters have punny or funny last names (some don’t never need last names), but then you’ll read a fic and there’s, say, some scene where the girls are checking out the police file for “Sedusa Adela Richards” and you’re like… huh? Where’d that come from? When in doubt, I would just write something vague, like maybe the girls are looking at Sedusa’s criminal record and one of them comments on how weird her real last name is, but they don’t actual say what it is. Because you’re right, that kind of stuff can pull you right out of the story if it doesn’t make sense.

And, oh man, it happens with first names, too! The Professor has had a couple of weird fanon first names that just don’t… fit. At this point, it’s just so weird to call him anything other than Professor as his first name. But yeah. I guess the only other instance I can think of about the last names thing is for the RRB, but I think they’re cringe anyway, so when I see “Brick Jojo” or something I immediately click away because I know it’s going to be something I will not enjoy (also Mojo Jojo is technically Mojo’s FULL first name, so like… that makes less sense than giving the girls’ the Professor’s actual last name). 😆

[lilleputtu]

Told ya Alexander was working on that nature enthusiasm

[republic-of-cheese]

LMAO get loved loser

Get absolutely frickin treasured

[prowlerverse]

N x fem!reader

(how you guys met, + scenario)

★ you met N when your curiosity got the better of you and you ventured off out of your colony, surprisingly getting away with the excuse that you wanted to examine the doors from the outside. (something that Uzi totally didn't tell you to say.)

★ you went off a little too far, and ended up in some sort of wasteland cave. there were body parts of worker drones everywhere, some dirtied in oil and some as if they had been licked clean.

★ and then, he appeared out of nowhere — from the top of the cave. the most damage he did before you ended up prying him off you was a rip to your chest. It wasn't deep but you do remember it hurting.

★the "X" along with a sharp smile on his visor went away and his eyes turned to normal. he didn't remember what happened for the past '2' hours. you on the other hand? were freaking out.

★ it came to his attention that you were hurt, and suddenly all the pain came to you. he offered to fix it up, which you didn't exactly get how he would help, but you accepted the offer anyways.

★ everything after that is something you don't want to recall. and everytime something remotely about it is brought up to N blush streaks appear on his visor.

★ it was a awkward meeting, but you two are the best of the best buddies now.

scenario ★

★ "N! look! look what I found!" you stood behind N and almost forgot you had to look up to look him in the eyes. N had a smile on his face as he looked down at your hands to see some sort of decoration for hats. a pin, humans would call it.

★ N looked at it in amazement, but you could tell he was slightly confused. "that's so cool! but uh.. where does it go?" N scratched his head and took the pin in his hand. you giggled at his question before taking it back and reaching for his pilot hat. "here." you pinned it to the side and for a second, he took off his hat. he stared at the pin for a few seconds before smiling.

★ "thanks a bunch! i love it!" N pulled you into a bear hug and you happily returned the hug.

★ "get a frickin room, losers." Uzi stomped as she was with J and V, not so far from you two. J looked unamused while V looked all the amused. you and N both had blush streaks appear on your visors as Uzi complained and N put back on his hat.

this belongs to @prowlerverse ^^ please do not translate my work without permission thank you !!🫶

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Okay, got a weird one for ya~ So I have ASD, meaning I can sometimes react oddly to social things, or actions. One of these is that whenever I see seggs scenes in movies, I start laughing. Like seggs in movies, even if it’s not meant to be funny, is just HILARIOUS to me. Sometimes I even explain between laughter why it’s so hilarious, like “Oh my gods WHAT IS THAT NOISE??? MY GUY, you a tractor or some sh!t??? HA!”. Would you be willing to take a request for mercs having movie night, only for their crush to start wheezing and laughing so hard they can barely speak at the seggs scene in the movie?

The TF2 Mercs with somebody who thinks actors acting sex in movies is understandably hilarious

WARNING: sex!!!! (Funny)

Scout:

- Confused at first. Jeremy’s the type of person to taunt the characters and make clever quips during the whole movie to make you laugh. Nothing comes close to your laughter at this sex scene though. Suddenly he picks up on it and begins laughing too. Your reaction is kind of understandable. It seems to be a very forced and over the top performance.

- “Holyyy shit, I wanted to be an actor as a kid, but i’m not one for those frickin theater kid losers. Kinda glad I didn’t go through with it, now.” Typical scout acting like a highschool bully. You can tell he was the type of sportsy jock to shove nerds into lockers. He takes great pleasure in roasting the people on screen with you.

- Overall a solid 9/10 experience. One point taken away because he’s a massive prick and goes way too over the top with his cruel jokes sometimes. You have to lightly slap the side of his arm at one point because he’s somehow coming up with new slurs for hollywood goers that don’t even exist in the english dictionary to begin with.

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Soldier:

- Ayo?

- Lifts his helmet up and looks at you for a second. “What’s so funny, private?” He asks, and but of course you’re laughing so hard you fall onto his chest and cling to him. Your laughter is very much appreciated nonetheless. Seeing somebody he loves so happy is causing butterflies in his stomach. Even if he doesn’t quite understand it. Laughter is a beautiful and positive thing.

- He’s a very aged man, and surviving WW2 gave him a lot of life experience. Essentially convinced that sex jokes are somehow crude. But let’s be honest, this is soldier we’re talking about here. He never keeps his word and although he tries to keep a straight face, his younger self comes through and he has to let out an unholy burst of laughter in response to hearing the girl’s performance upon getting her titties gripped. Congrats on cracking his US Army General persona.

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Demoman:

- Too drunk to even process why you’re laughing for a spilt second but then it suddenly dawns on him you might be reacting this way because your brain chemistry is different than his. Demoman is more of an explosives chemist guy, but he’s somewhat taught that people act differently due to neurological function. Chemicals, brain shit, and whatever the hell else. He’s too tired to remember. He begins wondering what would happen if brain chemicals were flammable. That would be quite unfortunate. Fortunate for him though.

- You fall onto his lap laughing and that’s what knocks him out of his incoherent descent down the stupid idiot rabbit hole. He puts his hand in your hair and smiles warmly. Dazed, and barely even awake. He even chuckles a little with you despite his exhaustion. Movie nights always seem to get him tired because it’s usually at the end of a hard work day.

- “I can show you a time more embarrassin, tho. In the morning.” He flirts. Knowing full well he’ll have such a bad hang over, he won’t even consider getting his ass up to kiss you. You glare at him, and you wonder just how the hell a sex scene in a movie out of all things can get him horny. The look in his eye doesn’t lie though. Wow, he sets some pretty low standards for porn. Also, you’re really scared what he means by more embarrassing.

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Engineer:

- He looks away during the entire sex scene and that’s essentially what makes you laugh even harder. His southern upbringing is honestly borderline sad. The idea that he can be “impure” for witnessing such “sacred” acts. Even when somebody’s pretending for a movie. You make fun of him and he’s just sitting there grumpily shielding his eyes with his gloved hand. It’s not even an explicit scene.

- Suppressing something doesn’t help, and everybody knows that quite well. He looks between his fingers to see if the scene has ended yet. Maybe just a peak wouldn’t hurt? He’s an adult after all! ARGH! NO! He covers his eyes again… Okay maybe just another peak. He thinks your humor is just juvenile and there’s nothing wrong with that in his opinion. it’s always admirable when somebody decides to maintain their innocence. There is absolutely no judgment from him.

- Over time he gets more used to watching stuff like this with you, but he never laughs. He acts like a deer in headlights the entire time. Overall, if you act like the quote on quote “way you shouldn’t” then I assure you he’ll be understanding and keep an open mind.

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Heavy:

- Laughing at a sex scene? Eh. He doesn’t care what you laugh at or why. He finds plenty of stuff like that funny but ceases to laugh sometimes. He can laugh for certain, but for some reason there are moments where he doesn’t act accordingly and laugh at a joke. Perhaps you two are the same in that regard?

- Stares blankly at the screen the entire time despite finding hilarity in your response to the poor performance. He’s internally laughing on the inside but it just won’t come out of his mouth. As a result he’s kind of offended at his brain for failing him once again. You stop for a second and wonder if he’s annoyed, but then he turns and says “Sometimes Heavy laughs on the inside and he doesn’t know why.” His expression lacks emotion as always. “That’s fine.” You say, shrugging. This finally gets a response out of him and he looks to the ground and frowns.

- He feels frustrated and kind of guilty he can’t emote like he used to as a kid. This type of deadpan behavior moreso comes from his traumatic life. He’s unconsciously taught himself to stay stoic. Even when he’s supposed to be having fun with you. You lean on his arm to rest assure him you struggle with it differently. In verbose, he’s not mad at you. He becomes angry at himself.

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Pyro:

- You’re laughing so hard that they find your behavior adorable. They find you quite stunning in this moment and immediately hug you to fulfill that random need for physical contact. He can’t help it! You’re just so cute when you laugh! You’re like a small kitten to them. Fuck the stupid movie. Both their eyes are on you right now and they don’t want them to be anywhere else.

- They are baby talking you, and calling you petnames. This sudden shift in Pyro’s behavior makes you laugh more due to the absurdity of their cute aggression. Who the hell finds their crush laughing at a sex scene to be attractive? Apparently Pyro. Pyro’s not really one to pay attention during scenes like this anyway so they find it quite easy to do so. It’s always just pointless filler to appease the horny people. Not to mention sort of setting unrealistic expectations. (Yes, Pyro is smart enough to know this. They are smart enough to run a company, therefore smart enough to harshly critique the movie industry.)

- It is absolutely nothing but sunshine and rainbows to them when you’re happy. It’s lighting up the fiery flame in their heart to see you so satisfied. The scenes are absolutely embarrassing as shit and Pyro hates them, but they’d be glad to show you more bad movies and eat candy while basking in their favorite sound: your happiness. Everything is better with someone you love.

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Sniper:

- Um.. Is this guy even alive right now? Hellooooo? Sniper? He isn’t reacting to anything at all and you have no clue what’s happening behind those sunglasses of his. Why’s he wearing them inside, anyway? He claims it’s because the TV hurts his eyes but he’s so timid that, that has to be a lie. You’re laughing your ass off, meanwhile this guy’s brain is in outer space or some shit.

- In fact you get kind of concerned and stop laughing. “Mundy?” You ask. Your concern grows when he doesn’t move. Then his head sloooowly cocks to the side to look at you. There are some big exasperated/disappointed dad vibes coming from this man. “You can’t be serious, you actually find this funny?” He asks. He’s just messing with you of course and it’s obvious his behavior isn’t meant to be taken seriously.

- “Yeah!” You respond, laughing even more as he rubs his own temples and leans his face on his own hand. The way he’s responding like he’s in love with an idiot is kind of funny. Behind that rough exterior of his is somebody whose actually quite relieved you’re enjoying this in the first place. He often thinks his own company is quite boring.

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Medic:

- Actually immediately starts laughing too. He’s had sexual encounters before and knows how procreation works. (Not to mention the behavior of women.) Girls in movies like this are depicted as so two dimensional he knows full well the people who made this movie must’ve never spoken to an actual woman before. Reminder TF2 takes place in the late 60s so these are some very stupid ass corny romance films.

- He laughs so hard he actually starts coughing. Holy shit. How is this man not dying at this point? He’s screaming something you’re certain is insults in german at the TV. But even if you speak the language it’s not like you can understand between his fits of chaotic laughter. He’s so queer that romance movies make him short circuit.

- “Well actually you see; realistically she has a very high chance of getting pregnant now because he didn’t use a condom. Even know they said they don’t want a kid. Not to mention!; He didn’t use any lube which can be quite painful. Surprised there wasn’t a doctor’s visit after this.” He goes on and on about how stupid and corny this shit is and you can’t really blame him. Although now you have to sit there for hours and listen to him ramble.

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Spy:

- Visibly offended you’d laugh at such a beautiful display. Sex to him is like an art piece. Intertwining bodies and becoming one with your other half/halves. Puts his hand to his chest and glares at you with disgust. You don’t care of course, Spy is a drama queen and always has been. His judgmental expression wasn’t because of your strange behavior, in fact. In any other situation he just wouldn’t care if you acted differently than most people. But he draws the line when you laugh at GORGEOUS SEX. How dare you!!!?? For shame! FOR SHAME!

- “Rest assured, Intimacy can be more than this. I can make you feel pleasure that these two on screen could only dream about if you keep an open mind.” Of course Spy turns this into something horny. He looks rather serious about this and points his cigarette to the closet. Unbeknownst to anybody but you, Spy has a museum’s worth of sex toys in that thing. The offer immediately made you stop laughing. “Oh.” You say.

- Spy is satisfied with your red face and timid attitude towards the question. He watches you and takes a huge drag of his cigarette. “Hmm?” He raises both eyebrows and pouts, mockingly. Like a wolf who cornered a lamb.

[the-loaf-of-calamity]

BREAKING NEWS IN THE SPIRE OF ORDER: Local loser, Panicking Alla Mambo, gets yeeted off the stage by a wandering Whirling Accelerando who was probably unaware of what happened... probably... What a frickin' loser, I love that loser.

[green-scout-tf2]

RED is the best sucka

-the greatest RED scout ever

Hell nah!

Ya have absolutely no clue what you’re talkin about!

Green is the best and always has been!

Frickin loser…

[lovelyjj]

Treasure

jj maybank x reader

requested by @thornyrose463

Being at your house was miserable. Your mom only seemed to care about her boyfriends and not you or your wellbeing. You hated being there because she was neglectful and an alcoholic. And it’s not like your dad was around, he left when you were 2. You only came to grab a few clothing items.

“Bye mom, have fun with your loser boyfriend, not that you care where I am,” you shouted as you walked out of your house carrying your clothes.

Arriving at John Bs you were happy to get away from your mom and be reunited with your friends who were more like family.

“Hey Y/N/N, we’re going out on the boat today to explore the reck.”

John B borrowed scuba gear from his boss Ward so that he can dive and explore the ship reck.

“Sounds good.”

You, Pope, Kie, JJ, and John B all got on the HMS pogue. Then you all drove into the marsh. You all were excited to find something in the wreck.

“This is empty. You took empty tanks?” Kiara said.

“I-“

“Okay, this one’s a quarter full. It’s enough for one of us,” Kiara stated.

“Love it when a plan comes together,” Pope chimed in.

“Does anybody know how to dive?” Kiara asked.

“Anybody?”

“It’s kinda a kook sport,” JJ commented.

“No I don’t,” you spoke.

“I read about it,” Pope argued.

“Great, Pope read about it, so someone’s gonna die.” Kiara spit out.

“Look, y-you put the thing in your mouth and breathe. How hard could it be?” JJ questioned.

“Well if you come up too fast, nitrogen gets into your blood, and you get the bends.” Pope explained.

“Bends like, bend over and…” JJ joked.

“The bends kill you,” Pope deadpanned.

“Right.”

“I can- I can dive.” John B volunteered.

“Yeah you can dive. I’m cool with that.” JJ confirmed.

“Since when can you dive?” Kiara asked.

“I’ll do it. It’s fine.”

“John B,” you were concerned.

“Y/N, it’s fine don’t worry i’m good.”

“Be careful,” you warned.

John B nodded and put on the gear to dive. He jumped into the water and was ready to swim down to the wreck. You were worried for your friend who was practically your brother.

While John B was down there you all above water herd a siren.

“Shit. JJ.” Pope yelled.

“Guys, that’s the police.” JJ pointed out.

“Oh my god,” you huffed.

“Oh, you got to be kidding me.”

“Yep, that’s the police.”

“Just act frickin’ normal,” Kiara instructed.

The police officers boat came up to the HMS pogue.

“Evening officers,” Pope greeted.

“Evening.”

“How you kids doing? You know the marsh is closed?” Shoupe said.

“No.”

“No. Wow.”

“I didn’t know that.” JJ lied.

“Why— why is it closed?” Pope asked.

“Well, we’re conducting a search out here. Boat went down.”

“Oh.”

“Seen anything?”

“No.”

“No boats. No.”

“Where’s your friend you always hang with? He here?” The police man asked.

“He’s working,” you answered.

“I’m gonna check your little boat out.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, hop aboard.”

“You wanna check— uh, check her out.” Pope invited.

“Thank you.”

Shoupe checked out your boat and made sure you had life jackets. He looked out into the open water for what felt like forever. Finally he said, “all right.”

“All right.”

“Beautiful day isn’t it.”

“Sure is.” JJ replied.

“Let us know if you see anything on your way out.”

“Will do,” you responded.

“We will be gone soon sir.”

“Yes you will.”

All four of you knew that John B had to of ran out of air by now. So as soon as the police were gone you leaned over the boat and looked out into the water searching for John B.

“There he is!”

“Oh god! Jesus Christ!”

John B emerged from the water and you let out a breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding.

“How’d it go down there? Did you find anything?” JJ asked.

“Did i find anything?”

John B climbed the later and hoisted the duffel bag he found onto the boat.

“Yeah, there we go! That’s my boy!”

“You okay?” You asked.

“Yeah, I ran out of air.”

“You scared the shit out of me.” You chuckled.

“Hey, guys? Guys, bogey, two o’clock.” Kiara warned.

“What?”

“Do you recognize that boat?”

“I’ve never seen it.”

“What are they doing back here the marsh is closed.” Kiara pointed out.

“I don’t know but let’s not stick around to find out,” JJ told everyone.

A boat with two men on it started coming your way. They started following you. Before you knew it they started shooting at you.

“Y/N get down!” JJ yelled.

JJ came up behind you and covered you with his body. Everyone crouched down and John B drove the boat as fast as he could from the floor of the boat.

“Oh my god we’re going to die,” Pope yelled covering his head.

Kiara got up and threw a fishing net into the water behind the HMS pogue. The net stopped the guys that were shooting at you because it got tangled in the gears. You all got away without being shot.

“Oh my god we’re alive,” you exclaimed.

“Pogue life man!” JJ yelled.

“That was insane,” Kiara added.

John B drove the boat back to the chateau. You all got out and stood on the dock. John B put the duffel bag on the floor and started opening it.

“What do you think it is?” Kiara asked.

“It’s got to be money or something right,” John B replied.

“Can we just open the bag already?” Pope said impatiently.

“Wow, Pope, that’s a rare outburst of emotion,” John B said.

“Okay. You guys are literally killing me with anticipation. Just open the bag, we almost died over this,” Pope ordered.

John B pulls out a metal tube and unscrews it. Then he dumps it out into his hand. It’s a gold compass.

“Oh, wow. Yup. That’s about right. Good job, everybody. We found a compass.” Pope said sarcastically.

John B was gaping at the compass. “Dude, what? It’s not worth anything,” JJ commented.

“This was my father’s,” John B whispered.

“No way,” you said surprised.

Nine months ago John Bs dad, Big John went missing. Some believe he got lost at sea. John B was in denial. He just knew his dad was out there somewhere, or so he desperately wanted to believe.

The next day John B remembered his dads office and went to go unlock it. You and the other pogues followed him confused.

John B grabbed a poster board and put it on top of a bin. “Here, look. This is the original owner, right here.” He pointed to a picture of an older man.

John B explained how the compass was passed down to many generations but they all ended up dying soon after they received the compass.

“Look, my dad used to talk about this compartment in here. Soldiers used to hide secret notes.”

“What’s that?” you asked.

“That wasn’t there before. This is my dad’s handwriting.”

“How can you know that?” Pope voiced his opinion.

“Because he does these weird Rs with the— see it?”

“Can I see it?” JJ asked.

“Red— Rout—“ JJ tried to sound it out.

“It says Redfield.” Kiara spoke.

“Right.”

“Okay well what’s Redfield?” You thought out loud.

“Beside the most common name in the county.” Pope deadpanned.

“Maybe it’s a clue. Maybe it’s a clue to where he’s hiding,” John B thought.

The same guys that chased you through the marsh showed up at the château. They took John Bs dads research.

After having a run in with the police twice John B was fed up. He took the family tree poster along with his other crap and set it on fire. After a moment he changed his mind and fished it out with a metal rod. Then he saw the name Olivia and he got an idea.

John B rounded up the gang and took you to the graveyard.

“You know how you’re trying to remember a song and can’t remember who sings it?” John B started.

“Yeah,” Kiara replied.

“So, Redfield. This whole time, I thought it was a place, right? But it’s not a place. It’s a person.”

“Voi-effing-là.” JJ hummed.

“See, my great-great-grandmother Olivia Redfield. That was her maiden name.”

The guys all tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge.

“I can get through,” you stated.

“Y/N, no don’t do it,” JJ voiced his concern.

JJ was very protective of you. You and JJ have been dating for a long while now. JJ wouldn’t know what to do without you. He loved you like hell. He’d be lost without you. So if he lost you he would break. That’s why he did want you to do anything dangerous.

“Look this is about your dad, you deserve to know the truth. I’ll do it.” You expressed.

“Y/N.”

“JJ, i’ll be careful i promise.”

“Fine. I’m gonna boost you.”

“Remind me what we’re looking for,” You asked.

“You’ll know when you see it,” John B told you.

You stepped in JJ’s hands and he boosted you up and through the hole. You looked around and then you saw something. You picked up what looked like an envelope that said “For Bird.” You handed it to John B.

When you all got back to the château, John B opened the big envelope. Inside there was a map to the Royal Merchant, along with a tape recorder. John B played it.

“If somethin’ happens to me, finish what I started.” Big Johns voice rang through your ears.

John B was sobbing at the end of the recording so you did your best to comfort him. You squeezed him in a hug and told him you were sorry.

After looking up the coordinates on the map JJ had the idea of stealing a drone that can drop 1,000 feet from the salvage yard. You and the other pogues were successful in stealing the drone.

Once it was the right weather you all went out on Popes dads boat. You dropped the drone into the water as Kiara marked the feet as it was going down. When the drone reached the merchant reck there was no gold. Everyone was devastated.

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John B was running from DCS when he fell off his bike and tripped over a chain. Sarah Cameron found him and saw his scrap on his stomach. Sarah took him to her house at tannyhill.

As she’s is cleaning his wound, he asks, “Who, uh… who’s the dude on the wall?”

“Oh, it’s Denmark Tanny, founder of Tannyhill.” Sarah says.

“Founder?”

“Mm-hm.”

“So, how did a slave found a cotton plantation?”

“He was a free man. He’s kind of a mystery. He showed up out of nowhere and paid for all of the land around here in gold.” Sarah explained.

“In gold?”

“Mm-hm.”

John B stood up. “Hey, wh— i’m not finished, Sancho.” Sarah scolded.

“Denmark Tanny. I— I recognize that name. He—he was on the Royal Merchant. But there was no survivors. Hey what else do you know about this guy?”

“Uh when we first moved in, we found a diary, an almanac, a bunch of papers. Ward donated all of it to the state archives at Chapel Hill.”

“Can I go see that?”

“See what?” Sarah questioned.

“The— the archives. I need— I need to see them.”

“I mean, I can get you in if you want. He’s got a trustee pass.” Sarah told John B.

“Yeah yeah yeah. I need that.”

“To Chapel Hill?”

“Yes. Right now.”

“Why now?”

“I… I can’t tell you that.” John B hid the truth.

“More fugitive stuff?”

“Uh… fugitive adjacent, sort of. It’s, um… it’s a matter of national security.”

“I’ve just waited my entire life for someone to say that to me,” Sarah smiled.

“Look— God. I know this sounds crazy, but I really need to borrow that pass. The less you know, the better. Okay? You’ve just— you’ve gotta trust me.”

“No. I don’t trust anyone. Especially not with a trustee pass.”

“I need to go now.”

“Okay, then I’m coming with you.”

“No.”

“Yes. One last mission, and then I’m out of this dirty, dirty game. Come on. Let’s go.”

Sarah and John B arrived at the archives after they changed first. They ended up finding a letter written in Gullah. Denmark Tannys last correspondence. They couldn’t translate it.

John B remembered his history lesson and figured his teacher could translate it.

“Harvest the wheat near the water in parcel nine forthwith.”

The was a little symbol at the bottom of the letter and John B realized that wheat meant gold.

John B got a map from Sarah that somewhat showed where parcel nine was. You were looking for a stone wall. Parcel nine ended up to be the old Crain house.

“I heard that Mrs. Crain buried her husband’s head on the property.” JJ told everyone.

“JJ!” you scolded.

“Look, you guys know whose house this is, right?” Kiara asked.

“Oh, yeah. No, I do.” JJ responded.

“Honestly, I don’t really believe the stories of this place.” John B spoke.

“Which stories did you hear?” JJ asked Kiara.

“The one where she killed her husband with an axe, and that she’s been holed up ever since. On certain nights, when the moon is full… you can see her in the window.”

“No, it’s not funny, ‘cause it’s all true.” JJ said seriously.

“I swear to God, guys, this is all real. I knew Hollis.”

“Wait, you knew Hollis Crain?” Pope questioned.

“Yeah, dude.”

“Dude, how do you know Hollis Crain?”

“I remember you told me this, she was your babysitter” you spoke to JJ.

“Yeah she was,” JJ confirmed.

“She told me all about it. Told me the truth… about her mother and what happened in this house.” JJ continued.

“So as a kid, she heard all the stories that her mother killed her father, and… she was a murderer and all. Hollis didn’t believe it. Until that night.”

“What night?” John B asked.

“It all came back to her. When Hollis was six years old, she heard her parents arguing downstairs. So she goes downstairs to see her mom washing her hands in a sink… full of blood. Her mother just says that she cut her finger.”

“The next morning, she says her father and her split up. But then, Hollis noticed something. Her mother going into the parlor constantly, in and out and in and out with plastic bags. Weeks pass, and Hollis decides to use the outhouse.”

“And as she’s using it, she looks down, and there, in the outhouse, is her father’s head, looking straight back at her.”

“God, you are so full of shit” John B insulted

“Dude, I swear to god, man.”

“Did she call the police?” Pope asked.

“She didn’t have time.

John B started walking towards the house.

“Wait! Dude!” JJ yelled.

“What?”

“You sure you wanna do this? She’s an axe murderer. You got a cast on.” JJ warned.

“I don’t give a shit if she’s an axe murderer, okay?”

“John B,” you cried.

“What Y/N?”

“I got nothin’ to lose, right? You comin’ or what?”

“Come on,” Kie said.

“So here’s the plan. We need to look for the wheat near the water like it said in Denmark’s letter.” John B told the group.

“Okay, like, what kind of water? Like, pond water?” Pope asked.

“Bong water?” JJ laughed.

“No. It— it just said look for water, okay?” John B said.

“That’s the shittiest secret message ever.” Kiara spoke.

“Come on guys we can do this,” you encouraged.

“You wanna complain a little more, Kie? Nobody said it was gonna be easy.”

John B went through a wooden small door and called everyone to come look with him. It was the basement. There was a bunch of mosquitoes and Pope knew there must be water near. You all found a well with water under the floor boards.

A couple days later you all went back at night time. This time with Sarah.

“Let’s go get rich, guys.” JJ insisted.

“Yeah, hell yeah.” Kiara replied.

“Let’s go,” you said excitedly.

“Wait wait wait.”

“I wanna say thank you, guys. Seriously. It means a lot to me that you’re here tonight.” John B expressed.

“Always,” Kiara replied.

“Of course, man.” Pope responded.

“I will always be there for you John B,” you shared.

“All right, we done with this circle jerk? Can we go do this?” JJ asked.

“Yeah.”

“Let’s get that wheat in the water,” Pope muttered.

“Weed? I’m up for weed.” JJ got excited.

“Wheat. I said wheat.”

The six of you hopped the fence. You started walking towards the house and then the overhead lights turned on.

“Shit shit.”

“Flashlights.”

“Shhhh.”

“Okay, so she has motion sensor lights,” Pope observed.

“We could, uh… move really slowly, maybe?” JJ thought out loud.

“That’s not a good idea JJ,” you confessed.

“That’s not how it works,” Pope responded.

“Oh, shit. let’s throw a rock at it,” John B shared.

“What?”

“That’s a really good idea. Let the axe murderer know that we’re here.” Kiara said sarcastically.

“Throw a rock at it?” Pope repeated.

“You have a better idea?”

“Literally anything but that.” Kiara stated.

“What about the breaker? In the circuit box on the porch. We used to play hide-and-seek here as kids. And if we were brave enough, we’d go all the way up to the porch. I’ve seen it,” Sarah shared.

“No, no. You’re not going in the house alone,” John B said concerned.

“Watch me.”

“I’ll go with her,” you jumped in.

“Okay, come on.”

“Crain chops people into pieces,” JJ added.

“JJ!” you yelled.

“If you believe that, but she’s like what, 85?” Sarah whispered.

“Yeah, something like that.” JJ responded.

“She’s probably barely still kicking.”

“I’ll go with you too,” Kiara spoke.

“Yeah.”

“We will wait for your signal.” Pope began.

“Okay, cool.”

“Hey! Be safe.” John B told Sarah.

“Y/N, be careful!” JJ told you.

“We will.”

The three of you walked up to the porch.

“She must have a generator plugged into the main power supply,” you hissed in a whisper.

You got closer to the door.

“Shhhh.”

You found the box and Kiara opened it.

“Where are the breakers?” Sarah asked.

“What is this?” Kie asked.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

“Shit.”

“It goes inside.”

Carefully the three of you went inside. There you found the breaker box and flipped the switches which turned off the motion censor lights.

“They did it. Go time.” John B whispered.

“So, let’s do it.” Pope responded.

The boys went to the basement and started lowering John B down the well. JJ and Pope accidentally dropped John B while trying to situate the rope.

John B yelled, “I told you not to drop me,” which woke up the crazy axe murderer.

John B was scrambling to get out because he saw part of a skull when he stumbled on a secret tunnel. The tunnel was full of gold bars. John B was shocked.

You, Kie, and Sarah came down to the basement and explained that Mrs. Crain is trying to kill you. Everyone needed to pull up John B.

Mrs. Crain chased everyone out with a shot gun. John B got some gold bars and climbed out of the well. Everyone got to the car really fast. John B showed everyone the gold and everyone got really excited and started screaming “full look!”

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JJ was your rock. He was your everything. After a few months of dating you both lost your virginity to each other. He was your first and you were his. The love you shared for each other was bone deep.

What nobody knew was that Ward killed the two bad guys who were also looking for the Royal Merchant. Ward has been hunting for the Royal Merchant for years. He was the one who betrayed and killed Big John Routledge.

Ward saw John B and Sarah talking outside his window. He opened the window to hear what they were saying.

“Four hundred million dollars. It’s all there,” John B exclaimed.

“Hey, that’s crazy,” Sarah replied.

“We did it. Now we just have to get it out of there.”

“Right. So how are we going to do that?”

Ward finally realized where the gold is and he takes it. He takes all of it and puts it on his private plane going to the Bahamas.

John B drives his van and parks it in front of the plane, so Ward had no choice but to stop the plane. John B reunites with Sarah and then Sheriff Peterkin pulls up.

“Oh, thank God you’re here. Susan, I told you he lost his goddamn mind,” Ward says.

“Put your hands on your head,” Sheriff Peterkin speaks.

“I’d do what she said kid,” Ward instructs.

“She’s talkin’ to you, Ward,” John B fires back.

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Big John Routledge.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Put your hands on your head.”

“Are you kidding me, Sue?”

“Put your hands on your head!”

Ward finally listens and puts his hands on his head.

“Turn around.”

“Drop to your knees!”

“I don’t like being used. I waited a long time for this.”

Ward starts to resist so she holds out her gun. Next thing you know Rafe shot the sheriff.

“Rafe. What did you do?” Ward asks.

“I saved you, Dad. I saved you,” Rafe responds.

Ward makes Rafe take Sarah home. Then he waits for the sheriff to bleed out. Since the only other people at the air strip was John B, Sarah, Rafe and Ward, Ward says that John B was the one who killed her when Shoupe eventually gets there.

Everyone on the island is looking for John B because there is a reward. With your help you and JJ manage to get his dads boat the phantom for John B to use to leave the OBX. So Sarah and John B take off and you and the other pogues say your goodbyes.

John B and Sarah head into the storm. Ward calls them on a radio.

“John B. John B, I know you are there, son. I know you can hear me, and if you love my daughter like I think you love my daughter, then you will turn that boat around and come back. You are going into a storm that you cannot survive. John B, please, I will make it right. I promise you. Come back. John B, I am begging you. Think of her and turn around.” Wards voice boomed through the speaker.

“Ward Cameron, do you hear me?” John B yelled.

“Yes. Yes, son, I’m right here. I’m right here. Please bring her back, okay? We’ll work it out when you get home.”

“You killed my father, and you framed me for a murder I didn’t commit. You took everything from me! You took everything from me! But i’m still here. And I swear to God, Ward, I will come back one day and take what’s mine.”

“So, you listen to me, all right? I’m comin’ for you. I’m coming for you.”

John B and Sarah wipe out in the storm. They wake up and see a boat passing by. John B uses the gold to flag it down. The captain of the ship says they’re going to Nassau.

You and your friends are told the police lost John B and Sarah in the storm. So you believe they are dead. You’ve never felt this kind of pain before. You felt like you couldn’t go on. But at least you had JJ and your friends.

[vi0lentg0d]

Clarisse La Rue trying to be affectionate

Clarisse: LMAO get loved loser. Clarisse: Get absolutely frickin treasured. Clarisse: I'm gonna fucking love you SO HARD in the face! Clarisse:

[therealrealbeingpeople]

I’m sure I am a complete frickin loser to three different scenes.

I don’t care about scenes. Are the scenes putting their moist vaginas in my lap? No, I thought not. They are making use of systems of infinite regression to “prove” my lack of contribution. You all know that, already. I can do the same:

What have you done for me lately?

[theonemeathead]

Hello!

Unsure if your requests are open—if not, disregard this—but if I could request something that’s Medic x reader. SFW is my only real request, but hurt/comfort, fluff, a bit of angst, anything you’d like!

Have fun with it. I’ve read your sniper fic and your spy fic, and I absolutely loved both of them.

You’re doing amazing! I’m excited to read anything you make in the future <3

Medic x Reader, "Harsh"

hello! omg im sorry this took so long, ive been so busy working. i love medic, i hope i wrote him well, it's my first time! warning for light gore and some hurt/comfort angst. enjoy!

"You failed!"

The Administrator croaked, her voice ringing out through the speaker. The fight had been gruelling, all of you were exhausted. The other team had pushed you all back into your base, beginning an onslaught of terror. You were blown to pieces by an enemy Soldier, the enemy Demoman was using you for easy kills, and the enemy Engineer had sentries set up out the wazoo. You had been sent through Respawn countless times, your frustration growing everytime you were taunted as you died. At one point, the enemy Sniper had shot out both of your legs and then proceeded to point and laugh as you tried to crawl away. It was safe to say you didn't get far before your brains were strewn, unceremoniously, across the battlefield.

Back in the locker room, it was obvious nobody was happy. Normally, your teammates weren't sore losers, save for a few exceptions. But today had been so exhausting that even Pyro was in a sour mood. You sat down on one of the benches, rubbing your aching muscles as the other mercenaries cleaned themselves up.

"Man, that frickin' sucked!"

Leave it to Scout to break any amount of peace and quiet. You didn't feel like arguing with the wall, otherwise you'd tell him off for not staying on the point. You were bitter with multiple of your teammates, but none of them had quite pissed you off quite like Medic had today.

"AGREED, MAGGOT. I AM FILLED WITH SHRAPNEL AND CANNOT FEEL ANYTHING FROM THE WAIST DOWN."

"Yeah, well, that wouldn't be the case if we could've gotten some healing from, y'know, the one guy who's whole job is to heal." Your words came out passive-aggressive. You knew it was immature, but you also knew everyone had the same gripe you did. You instantly regretted even mentioning it as the locker next to yours slammed shut. Medic was unstable when he was upset, and he seemed to be the most torn up about this loss out of everyone. Silence overfell the locker room, yet again.

"None of you understand how tedious my job is," he began. You could hear the grit in his words, the emotions that were brewing and starting to boil over. Medic liked to praise himself as one of the more rational mercenaries, talking about how you must always have a cool temper when you're a doctor. Yet, here he was, his face slightly flushed from frustration.

"Your job wouldn't be as tedious if you did it properly," you challenged him. You stood up straight, as you folded your hands across your chest. You eye twitched slightly as you scowled at the back of Medic's head. You could feel other gazes, followed by various murmuring and receding footsteps; it was probably smart to leave before this escalated.

"Oh, really, maus? Well, if that's the case, then I no longer see why I'm needed on this team. Auf wiedersehen!" He forced a smile as he turned on his heels, hastily stomping off towards his quarters. He pushed past you, making a point that you were in his way.

"Fine! Be that way!" you called out, but your yells fell upon deaf ears. You looked around the locker room at whoever was left, making eye contact with Scout, who flinched away under your gaze.

It was going to be a rough night.

-

It had been hours since you and Medic had last spoken, which was unusual. You two were nearly inseparable, but enough time had passed for Engineer to start prepping dinner. You leaned against the counter of the kitchen, absentmindedly observing the tinkerer as he began slicing various vegetables. Engineer had always been a mentor, of sorts, to you; A beacon of wisdom. He was one of the few people on this godforsaken team who wasn't batshit crazy. He seemed to have picked up on your quietness, opting to fill the spaceless void instead.

"Y'know, sweetheart, I think tensions were just high earlier. Ain't no sensin' both of y'all bein' upset, why don'tcha be the bigger person and, I dunno, apologize?" He asked, earnestly. He looked up at you, smiling. His expression was slightly unreadable, due to the goggles he was wearing, but it was warm nonetheless.

"I guess, but—Everyone agrees that he was slacking on the field! I'm not in the wrong!"

"I know, darlin', but everyone has their off days. Hell, even I have those rounds where it feels like I can never catch a break from that damn Spy sappin' my sentry." He chuckled to himself, low and comforting. Engineer's laidback atmosphere was always so calming. "I reckon you have your days too. Last thing you would want is for somebody to point out how you missed a Heavy, who was about an arm's-length away."

"You saw that?!" You gasped, embarrassed. He was right, you didn't do too well either today. Maybe you were unfair to the doctor earlier. You pushed yourself off the counter with a sigh. "You have a point, I'll go see what I can do."

The journey to the infirmary was nerve-wracking. It wasn't full of anticipation and excitement to see your lover, no, it was anxiety-ridden and nauseating. You felt horrible, like you were wearing cement bricks, rather than shoes. You reached the sterile area of the base, the cold air of the lobby immediately sending goosebumps through your body. You took a deep breath, shakily knocking on the steel doors of the actual operating room. You were met with silence, although you could hear the various shuffling of papers and the familiar cooes of his doves.

You hesitated, pushing on the door slightly. You opened it, just enough to peak your head in. The sight before you was disheartening, to say the least. He was surrounded by multiple forms of paperwork, his hair slightly messy and his movements erratic. He seemed to frantically be searching for something, flipping between books and whatnot. You cleared your throat, the echo of the sound stopping him in his tracks immediately. He froze, not daring to turn and face you. "Medic...?"

"Ah, of course. I'm busy, can't you see?" His tone held a faux sweetness, as if he was one snap away from losing his composure completely.

"Medic, I— I'm sorry. I was mean to you back in the locker rooms, I let how I felt get the better of me. I was harsh on you and I shouldn't have been," you started, your voice shaking slightly from your emotions. He clicked his tongue, humming slightly in response. Although, he seemed to relax his posture, yet still refused to look at you. "Medic, we need you... I need you. You're a good doctor, I can't imagine anyone else fit to surgically implant baboon hearts—"

"Mega baboon hearts."

"Right, mega baboon hearts... into people. I love you, Medic." He swiveled his chair around, one leg crossed over the other as he had his arms crossed over his chest. He faced you, seeming to finally scan your features. He tilted his head, giving you a small smile. He tsked, pleased by your apology.

"Ah, schatz, you are forgiven." He beckoned you towards him, opening his arms up wide for a hug. You happily obliged, tackling into his large chest. He caught you, holding you and rubbing soothing circles into your side. "Ich liebe dich auch."

[cookieswithay]

🌸"Aesthetically pleasing you"🐷

●°🌸Bakugou x fem reader🐷°●

Mmm...no real warnings in this one. There's like one suggestive sentence in it. But otherwise it's just our tough blondie struggling. Happy reading!

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• "No...not this one."

• Bakugou muttered as he scrolled through Goggle. None of the pinks are matching. Right now, the blonde's currently looking through aesthetic pictures. Pink ones. Why? It's a surprise. For you, actually. After you dropped your phone out of the window 'cause Bakugou scared you, he pulled from his emergency funds and bought you a new one.

• (You keep telling him it's not his fault, but he shouldn't be poking your sides near a OPEN window anyway.)

• With you out shopping, and your phone case finally delivered. His plan was in action. The only speed bump is the screen saver. NONE of them match the case. Not one! They're either too light or too dark. Or-wait, wait...maybe this one?

• "No..."

• "Godammit!"

• Bakugou growled. That one didn't match either. He laid his face on the cold table. How is THIS the difficult part!? Feeling frustrated, (and kinda hungry) he stood up with a huff. Maybe he could just use a full color background? But...will that make it looked half-assed?

• "Hey, Bakugou."

• He recognized that voice.

• "Sup, Sero."

• The brunette strolled on over.

• "Nothing much,"

• "Just gonna go swing Kirishima around with my tape."

• He snickered, with his usual whale like smile.

• "He's waiting for me outside."

• "Wanna come?"

• The blonde shook his head. Not only is he busy, but that just sounds dumb. They're just gonna crash into something or someone.

• "No, I'm busy."

• Sero tilted his head.

• "With what?"

• "With this."

• God frickin dammit. Bakugou already knew who it was without turning around. It's Denki. (The dunce.) With your NEW phone in his hand.

• "Dude,"

• He snorted.

• "Is this yours?"

• Without a word, sparks began to pop from Bakugou's hands. What? He didn't feel like explaining. Quickly, the other "blonde" put the phone back on the table.

• "Okay...not yours."

• The hothead huffed and put out his hands. Now that that's over, back to finding a solution...

• "So, like,"

• Sero cut in, (startling the blondie.)

• "Who's is it then?"

• Bakugou stiffened. Damn, they're still curious.

• "None of your business."

• The moment he finished that sentence, he knew he f**ked up.

• "Did you buy this for Y/N!?"

• They shouted in unison. He blushed.

• "Not so loud, idiots!"

🌸

• "Wow, Bakugou,"

• Kirishima said, running his finger across all of the case's many details.

• "You really went all out for her."

• (Right now, all the boys are bunched in Katsuki's room. This matter is gonna be talked about in private.)

• Bakugou sucked his teeth.

• "Um, duh."

• "It was my fault, so I'm repaying her."

• The other two boys fought the urge to laugh. Does he for real still think they don't know about his relationship with you? Unfortunately, he notices their shoulders bouncing.

• "Something funny?"

• Everyone shook their heads. He's...gonna get to the bottom of that later.

• "Alright losers, since you're here,"

• He grabbed the phone from the fake redhead and turned it on, revealing his problem.

• "Help me with this."

🌸

• "Maybe...this one?" -Kiri

• "No man, that one definitely doesn't match." -Sero

• His friends are also struggling with the lockscreen. Bakugou groans, his face smushed in his blankets. Dammit. This is going in frickin' circles. He doesn't wanna do this, but it's time for plan G. He sits up and grabs his own phone. After a literal speed dial, he waits for a answer.

• "Hello?"

• "Pink cheeks, you better not be busy."

🌸

• All the boys watch silently, as Ochaco scrolls through photos intensely.

• (Bakugou planned on lying to her, saying it was for Eri, but the squad beat him to it. They made it sound real lovey-dovey and dramatic. And since she's a romantic, she was determined to help.)

• Kiri leans over to him.

• "Not questioning you or anything, but why'd you call Uraraka?"

• The blonde looks over.

• "She's a girl and she's close to Y/N."

• And...he really didn't wanna ask Deku. Again. The boys attention goes back to the brown haired dame. After what felt like, five seconds, (Hehe, I didn't say forever.) she finally stands up. She spun around.

• "I got it!"

• She nearly shoves the phone is Bakugou's face. He squints.

• "You're...sure?"

• Ochaco nods, beaming.

• "Absolutely positive."

• He sighs and takes the phone. He gives the phone a once over. Will you even like this? What if you already got a new one!? Deep in his thoughts, he doesn't notice the others staring at him. It's lowkey pretty sweet to see such a grouchy guy get all mushy over their friend. Bakugou suddenly snaps outta his trance, making everyone flinch.

• "Listen up,"

• He's in boss mode now. He looks over at Sero and Denki.

• "You two grab some wrapping paper,"

• To Kiri and Ochaco.

• "And you guys help me make this thing look presentable."

🌸

• Bakugou heaved a exhausted sigh as he stared at his door. When are you gonna knock? He left your new phone in your room and you came back. So why haven't you barged in and hug him until he's in pain? Maybe you don't like it...no. He's knows your favorite stuff like the back of his hand, there's no way you wouldn't like it. Maybe...like a man, he should come to you. And stop being such a damn wuss! The fiery blonde stood up and took a breath. He loves talking to you, why's he so nervous?

🌸

• He knocks on door lightly, hoping to not scare you.

• (Now that he thinks about it, he scares you alot.)

• "Hey, Y/N."

• No response. He raised an eyebrow. Are you asleep or something? Confused, he whips out his phone and leans against your door. You're probably hanging in Tsuyu's room again.

• (Yes, he's knows her nickname, but he just doesn't use it.)

• The door suddenly opens, nearly making Bakugou fall back.

• "Oh sh-!"

• Luckily, he does get caught, but in a pretty embarrassing way. Your painted fingers are digging into his chest and your knee is jammed into the back of his for stabilization. This isn't your typical "misunderstanding", but it still could invoke questions.

• "Uhg..."

• He can't think of anything to say. He's beyond embarrassed! You give a strained chuckle.

• (It's a miracle your still able to stand.)

• "Hello, handsome."

• Bakugou scrambles off you, red in face. He wishes he could defrost his face, but the feeling of your hands on chest is still lingering.

• "So, um..."

• The phone, dammit!

• "Did you see what was on your desk?"

• He said, sounding cool as ice. You looked confused and shook your head.

• "What, did you leave me something?"

• His blood froze. You didn't see it? In confused silence, he grabbed your hand and walked into your dorm. And sure enough, only the decorations were there. Now he's PANICKING. How is it not here!? No one could've taken it, only that one weirdo can phase through walls. So how did-

• In the middle of rifling through your desk, his hand bumped into the phone. You had squished it with a shopping bag. As much as Bakugou wanted to be irritated that something so priceless was almost getting broken, but he's just so damn relieved he found it.

• (It's a pity about the presentation, though.)

• You peeked from behind him, making him clamp it his hands. He can still make this a surprise!

• "Close your eyes."

• "Why?"

• "Just close 'em."

• He snickered. You ask too many questions. He grabbed your hand and turned it upwards. Slowly, he put the detailed device in your hand.

• "Okay, chuckles, open 'em."

• You did as instructed and look down. Your eyes sparkled.

• "Holy shi-,"

• You looked up at him.

• "Katsuki, did you buy this for me!?"

• The blonde blushed and looked off.

• "Well yeah. I'm the reason it broke in the first place-"

• He was suddenly cut of by a smooch. Followed with your arms tying around his neck. Before he could react, you pulled away and started peppering kisses on his cheek. Those tickle. Badly.

• "Hey, easy!"

• Someone could see! (Or he could start reacting to it.) You chuckled near his ear, making 'em turn red.

• "I can't believe you went and bought me a phone."

• "Guess when you feel guilty, you get SUPER generous."

• Bakugou grumbled in his throat. He wants to say 'only for you', but he did pay Kirishima back after the whole kidnapping thing. And do things other for people in the past... You kissed his nose and got off your tippy toes. You eyed the phone case, taking in it's details.

• "You even got me a cute ass case too."

• You kissed him again.

• "I love it, Katsuki."

• You said, looking into his eyes.

• "Thank you."

• And just like that, you made his heart spasm. Bakugou covers his face and turns away. His heart racing in his chest. He swears, someday you're gonna kill him with sweetness. He takes a deep breath and puts his attention back on you.

• "Come on,"

• He said, offering his hand to you.

• "Let's set it up."

• You smiled and took his hand. He leads you to your desk and you guys got started. This...is nice. Making you smile is the best. Even if it did put a dent in his savings.

• Little did the two you know, the friends that helped, are high fiving outside. Mission successful!

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(Your phone case and lockscreen.)

(These are from Pintrest. Real cute, right? )

I made this one from my struggles of getting aesthetic crap. I thought I wouldn't finish this one in a timely matter, but the inspiration flowed nicely. Also, pink is my dream aesthetic. If only I actually worn some...

(And this was finished in SEPTEMBER🤣)