#i’m also cackling that my stupid fucking joke blog name is making the rounds on this website aslfkdls

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i am ill equipped to handle the notifications on the fucking bread poll lmao i have like 4 to 6 friends on this hellsite and all i want is to see their cute lil notes in the tags when they rb my trash 🥹

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Don’t Apologize (Request)

Sebastian Stan x gn!teen!co-star!reader, Anthony Mackie x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Request Description: Hi🖐 Can I please request a cast x teen reader and there in an interview and she's quite shy and doesnt talk much and the interviewer knows that so they ask her all the questions but she cant and she starts to cry so the cast get angry or something. I love your writing♥️

Warnings: language, anxiety

(A/N): so sorry i didnt do this like i usually do my cast x readers, i only chose seb and anthony for this. i hope its still alright. and im back to requests again, although it’s been fun doing some of my own work (and also work with loz, that beautiful bastard) for a while :)

“See you later, Bryan.. If you know what I mean!” Anthony yelled after the last interviewer, as he shuffled out the room with his list of unanswered. You and Sebastian were cackling, wiping your tears. You’d lost track of how many interviews you’d had to sit through of Anthony talking about his ‘round brown’. 

“Oh my god, how many of these do we have left?” Sebastian asked, calming down finally, and running a hand through his hair. 

“Why? You have something you want to tell me?” Anthony joked accusingly, looking from Sebastian to you. You shook your head silently, hoping to not be dragged into one of their never ending discussions. 

“Don’t- Don’t drag me into your shit, Mackie,” you mumbled. A wheeze escaped Anthony at your shy mumble. “Why couldn’t they just have paired me with Elizabeth again?”

Before Anthony could begin joking and making you and Sebastian laugh again, another interviewer walked in. She looked uptight and collected, wearing professional clothing and holding rather official looking papers. 

“Hello, I’m Yolanda,” she greeted Sebastian with a toothpaste-smile, and shook his hand firmly, before doing the same to you and Anthony. She was intimidating, not casual or approachable, but someone who had their shit together. 

She seemed interested in you right from the start. In her first few questions, she’d always look directly at you while asking. Her sharp gaze was anxiety inducing, even more so than all the other interviewers. Sebastian and Anthony ended up answering for you though, knowing that you were shy and uncomfortable with people. Yolanda didn’t seem satisfied with this though.

“Y/n,” now she was addressing you directly, spitting your name from her mouth like poison, “would you say that this movie is in line with you and your coworkers’ character arcs?” 

You were sure you could answer it. Well, if you were at home, talking to your pillow. Right there you could feel your heart beating painfully against your ribcage. Both of the men on either side of you definitely heard the way your breathing picked up.

“Uh. Well. Yeah, to a- to a degree. Some of them,” you choked out. Pathetically, you realized you were blinking away tears. No one had noticed yet, thank goodness. What a stupid thing to cry about, you thought. 

“Do you think it aligns with the comics’ character arcs? Do you think it’s good to diverge from the original story?” She asked intensely, eyes still boring into yours. You kept your gaze at the floor sheepishly, picking at your nails. 

Sebastian looked down at your hands in your lap, and quickly grabbed one in his hold, preventing you from picking your fingers. 

“Um.. Well, I think- I think that there are a lot of, you know, um, storylines and arcs in the, uh, the comics, so staying canon could mean a- a lot of things,” when you finished your sentence, you breathed out in relief. Your entire torso seemed inhabited by a wild, unresting anxiety, tingling and aching. 

A single tear slid down your face, and you quickly rushed the hand that was not in Sebastian’s to wipe it away. This definitely did not go unnoticed. You immediately felt Sebastian squeeze your hand and Anthony putting his arm around you protectively. 

“What the damn hell, lady? You’re stressing them out!” Anthony boomed, gesturing wildly with his free hand. You looked up and saw Sebastian’s jaw clenched and brows furrowed. Anthony had a similar expression, you discovered when you turned to him, a frown prominent on his features, and intense eyes. 

“What’s your problem?” Sebastian yelled. The woman seemed taken aback, mouth agape and on her chest like she couldn’t believe that they thought this was her fault. 

“It’s not my fault they started crying!” she said. Her voice shook quietly, clenching her hands around the bottom of the chair she sat on. 

“Yeah, it is your fault!” Anthony said. Meanwhile, you sat there uncomfortably, shaking. She was right, you thought, it was your fault for being such a baby, she was just doing her job. 

“I’m- I’m sorry, it’s not your fault-” you begun, finally raising your head to meet the woman’s eyes. Her gaze made you tremble. She was bristling. 

“No, Y/n, don’t apologize. It is her fault.” Sebastian cut you off, squeezing your hand once more, encasing it in his two. Anthony nodded angrily. 

“Alright, I think it’s best if you leave.” Another woman, whom you recognized as Anthony’s publicist, came racing into the interview. She put her hands on her hips, and nodded towards the door sassily. 

The interviewer huffed, and gave you another furious look. “You’ll hear of this on my blog. The world will know!” Then she got up and away, stomping all the way out. You breathed a sigh of relief, the moment the door closed behind her. 

“Are you okay?” Sebastian immediately turned to you, searching your eyes again. His heart broke at the way you trembled. You nodded. 

“Man, that woman was an asshole!” Anthony, too, could feel the way you shook under his arm on your shoulders. “That was not your fault, she was just a dick!” 

“Agreed!” Sebastian scoffed, hands still holding yours. 

Anthony’s publicist studied you three for a moment, furrowing her brows and chewing her lips. Then she looked at the filming crew, and the back at you three. “How about we say we’re done for today?” 

You all looked up, “Really?”

“I’ll handle the marvel dudes. You guys just take the rest of the day off,” she smiled warmly at you, a caring look in her eyes. A grin stretched on your face. Anthony and Sebastian exchanged glances when they saw your face, smiling.

“Back to the hotel then!” Sebastian grunted as you all stood up. You left and drove back to the hotel, and when you got there you ate sandwiches and chips. After that the three of you played Mario Kart together (something you’d taught them, and they’d absolutely fallen in love with it). 

“Fuck you, Stan!” Anthony spat, doing a flip over Sebastian’s kart and getting into 3rd place. You giggled from your place on 1st. 

“Oh fuck, don’t do this, Mackie, don’t do this!”

“Adios, Amigo!” Anthony cackled, disappearing far in front of Sebastian. The latter threw his head back in defeat. The round ended, you crossing the finish line on first, Anthony on second and Sebastian on fourth. 

“That was a shitty round, I demand a rematch,” he said, sipping his water. Anthony scoffed and shook his head. You did too. 

“Hey, by the way, N/n?” Anthony was looking at you from his place beside you on the couch. You nodded questioningly. “You know that wasn’t your fault, right? What happened back there with that lady?” 

You grew quiet, heat rising to your cheeks. Sebastian had a look on his face. You guessed they had talked together, that they would bring it up with you again. 

“Because it wasn’t. It’s not your fault you feel this way. It was that lady who should have been more mindful of you and how you feel. She was clearly trying to take advantage of your timidness to make you spoil something,” Sebastian continued. He still seemed angry, actually, clenching his hand. 

“So don’t apologize for that stuff, alright? That ain’t on you,” Anthony patted your back. You looked at him and then Sebastian with a smile, and then nodded sheepishly. 

“Alright, yeah. I guess you’re right,” you said softly.

“Of course we’re right!” Anthony was (unsurprisingly) immediately back to normal, “now back to the game, kiddos. Sebastian wants a rematch, he’ll get one.”

And then you played Mario Kart together for an unspecified number of hours, the thought of that asshole interviewer long gone. You felt right at home, at number one in Mario Kart and number one in their hearts. 

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You’re Insecure, Don’t Know What For

anonymous asked: Prompt: Nevada Ramirez x Reader: Reader feels insecure about her appearance/weight bc she overhears Nevada’s working girls talking negatively about her/how he could do ‘so much better’

anonymous asked: Can you please do a Nevada x Reader fic where the reader is insecure about her body?

I was more than happy to write this one, as someone who struggles with self image. Hope you enjoy.

Nevada’s girls tear you down, he builds you back up.

Warnings: Self hatred. Women being jealous and saying hateful things about looks and weight. Cursing.

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Also I have a Kofi (link in blog description) if anyone wants to donate!

One day you had off work, you slept in and after running some errands decided to go see Nevada. He was at one of his warehouses going over paperwork and texted he wanted to see you. It was a short walk from the subway station, but it was hotter than hell outside. By the time you reached the door, you were sweating bullets. The air conditioner in Nevada’s office sounded like heaven, and you made a bee line for it.

 Before you rounded the corner, you heard some of his working girls talking. He wasn’t too terrible to his girls, and they were well protected. None of them were doing it against their will, you made sure of that. You didn’t want to be disrespectful so you tried not to listen. But you heard your own name, all bets were off.

 “She’s so dumpy and fat,” one high pitched voice scoffed.

 “I hear she doesn’t suck his dick,” one spat, “he has to come to us for that.”

 That one made no sense because you’d just given Nevada a blow job the night before. So that was obviously fake, but the other things they said started to hurt.

 “She’s just fucking ugly, he deserves someone better. Someone pretty,” the high pitched voice retorted, “I saw her walking here and she was sweating so bad.”

 “That’s disgusting, he needs one of us,” the second voice smugly declared.

“That girl dresses all frumpy too, what does he see in her,” a third voice chimed in.

 “Must have lost a bet,” a fourth cackled. You’d had enough and ran past them, tears streaming down your face. As you darted past the window into the office, Nevada saw you but you didn’t know. You burst out the back door into an alley and slid down the brick wall. It cut into your skin and it only added to your tears.

 Your mind was reeling. They were right. What did he see in you? They were so much prettier and more outgoing. You only went out to appease Nevada; you’d rather stay at home. You hated the way you looked, always had, and this had to be a cosmic joke. Nevada was a sexy badass motherfucker. What was he doing with you?

 “There you are,” Nevada propped the door down and squatted next to you, “what’re you crying about?”

 “Nothing,” you looked away from him.

 “It’s something if you’re crying loca,” he wiped a tear away.

 “Don’t worry about it,” you let your head drop back and it hit the wall with a sickening thud.

 “Don’t do that,” Nevada snapped and jerked your head forward.

 “What does it matter? You’re just going to leave me for one of them,” the tears resumed.

 “What? One of who? Where is this coming from,” Nevada realized how serious this was when your tears kept falling, and he softened.

 “They’re prettier than me. I’m just some frumpy fat chick you’ll grow bored of,” your lip quivered and Nevada stared wide eyed.

 “Who said that,” he growled, regaining himself.

 “They did,” you blubbered, “but it’s true.”

 “No its no—“

 “They said you lost a bet and that’s why you’re with me,” your head fell back again, but this time Nevada stopped it.

 “Don’t be stupid. I’m with you because I want to be. I don’t do anything I don’t want to do,” he tugged you to your feet and into his arms.

 “Whatever,” you mumbled into his shirt while he rubbed your back.

 “What’re you insecure for,” he nudged you to look at him, “you’re beautiful.”

 “No I’m not,” you shook your head to keep from crying anymore.

 “Listen,” he tightly squeezed your cheeks between his hands, “You are beautiful inside and out. Don’t let no body make you less. Not even me. Got it?”

 “Yes Vada, I love you,” you mumbled with his grip still on your cheeks.

 “Good girl,” he kissed your pursed lips and let you go, “I love you too.”

 “Those girls are real bitches,” you shook your head, “I don’t want to be around them anymore.”

 “Let’s go inside in the AC loca, you have me sweating like a pig,” Nevada kicked the door open and pulled you behind him as he marched to the women still in the hall.

 “Hi Vada,” the high pitched woman batted her eyes.

 “Don’t fucking call me that,” he roared and jerked you to stand next to him pressed tightly into his side, “Only she gets to call me that.”

 “Oh,” all four of their faces dropped.

 “If any of you ever upset her again,” he glared and they shrunk down, “You’re out on the street. ¿Me entiendes? You’re fucking done.”

 “I don’t know what she told you—“

 “Shut the fuck up! Get the hell out of here before I get rid of you now,” Nevada snapped and pointed them to the back door.

 “Fine,” they glared at you as they passed.

 “Stop,” Nevada spun around to face them, taking you with him, “Apologize.”

 “What,” the high pitched one’s mouth fell open.

 “You heard me,” he growled, “apologize or you’re done right now.”

 “I’m sorry,” the third and fourth women, twins you could now see, exclaimed in unison.

 “You still have jobs,” he waved them off, “Next.”

 “Sorry for the things I said, won’t happen again,” the second girl hung her head as she showed herself out.

 “Sorry,” the high pitched one mumbled.

 “I can’t fucking hear you,” Nevada hissed through his teeth.

 “I’m sorry,” she blurted out.

 “Go,” he flippantly dismissed her.

 “Thank you,” you wiped the last tear away and buried your face into his side still embarrassed.

 “Let’s go home,” Nevada led you to the waiting SUV. The ride was quiet while he tapped away on his phone. When you got to the apartment, Nevada let you in and you rushed to the bedroom to hide.

 “Can we just cuddle,” you pleaded while pacing the room.

 “Yes, I moved my schedule around,” Nevada motioned for you to stop moving and stripped down to his boxers.

 “I don’t want sex right now Vada” you hung your head, you’d never turned him down before.

 “Not asking for sex, I want skin to skin contact. Let me undress you,” he raised your arms over your head and lifted you shirt off. “I love every part of you,” he started at your fingertips and kissed up one arm and down the others.

 “That tickles,” you giggled, tears long forgotten.

 “This can go now,” he tugged your sports bra off and kissed your whole chest and back, paying special attention to your stomach. Your sandals and shorts were lost next. Nevada peppered long sloppy kisses to your thighs, down to your calves and back up.

 Nevada spent over forty-five minutes kissing every square inch of your body. There was nothing sexual about it in the slightest. Just a man worshiping at the altar of the woman he loved and adored.  Between kisses he would tell you something he liked about you. By the end you were blushing and at peace. He thought by kissing the parts you hated, maybe you’d see he loved them. See that he loved every part of you. See that those bitches didn’t matter. And you did see.

 “You’re such a softie,” you gripped his cheeks and lifted his stubbled face to your lips.

 “Don’t tell anyone, it’ll ruin my reputation,” Nevada chucked and scooped you into his arms. On the bed in front of the cold AC was where he laid you down. Cuddles you needed, and cuddles you got all afternoon and night long.

[terriblesportsimagines]

Lmao Idk I just thought of something dumb of miyuki and or kuramochi sending memes to their gf maybe you can do a hc or scenario Idk I love this blog I just wanted you to do it XD

Okay, I have to say, I fucking love this ask.  At first I was like “Damn it, this will be hard…” but it ended up being fun. 

Miyuki came out a little angsty, but Mochi’s is one of the most favorite things I’ve written.

Also, I wrote this just assuming that they would know western memes because of course I don’t speak Japanese so researching Japanese memes is too time consuming.  Benefit of the doubt lovelies!

Miyuki Kazuya

You don’t know what you were expecting.  You knew yourboyfriend, and knew he was an idiot troll.  Still, you’d asked a seriousquestion, one would think you could expect at least a somewhat seriousresponse.  But nope, when you swiped your phone to unlock it to read thewaiting message, you saw only a really stupid image of a stick figure making aface, the worst kind of meme.  You instantly rolled your eyes and groundyour teeth.

He’d been doing it all day.  Honestly, you didn’t evenknow how he found the time to find all the damn memes, because he should bepracticing.  And yet, he replied to all your messages in good time, betterthan normal even, though he not actually replied to a single thing you said.

You were starting to lose your patience with him.  Youknew exactly why he was doing it too.  You were trying to get him tocommit to meeting your parents during the Golden Week break and he kept puttingyou off.  It was pretty classic Miyuki tactic of avoidance.  Hedidn’t want to do it, or was scared to do it, but also didn’t want to actuallysay no and upset you.  It was like he thought that you didn’t realize thatwas exactly what he was doing.

You’re the worst.  If you don’t want to go just sayso.   You typed and hit send before going back to what you weredoing.

Sometime later you opened your messaging app to see apicture of an American actor holding up a wine glace, a smirk on his face withblurry fireworks in the background.  You were familiar with this meme,despite its western origin and it made your eye twitch.  He was basicallysaying Congratulations on recognizing the obvious.

Well, fine, if he was going to be like that, then you’d meethis pseudo silence with real silence and see how he liked it. Bloody jackass. 

God, sometimes you just wanted to punch him in his perfectface.

It took him an embarrassingly long time to notice that youwere ignoring and/or avoiding him.  To be fair, he was busy with thespring prefecture tournament and trying to rally the team after their thirdround loss in Senbatsu, but still.  You felt like a boy should at leastrealize when his girlfriend was suddenly missing from his life.  Maybe youreally didn’t mean that much to him, and that was a depressing thought.

When he finally caught up, having realized your ire, it was four days later and he had to corner you in the hall duringlunch.  “You’re mad I don’t want to meet you parents.” He stated, a frownon his handsome face, his body blocking out all others in front of you.

Considering it took him four days to even realize you wereupset with him, you weren’t overly surprised he hadn’t figured out why youwere upset.  “That’s not why I’m mad,” you replied, closing youreyes. 

“But you are mad, at me,” Miyuki retorted, lips twisting andeyes reflecting concern.  “If that’s not it then why-”

You weren’t the type to play games, he’d gotten your messageand now you would be straight with him.  “Kazuya, if you’re not ready totake that step, that’s okay, I understand.  But tell me that. Deflecting me with stupid memes just makes me question the validity of ourwhole relationship.”

His eyes widened, then a second later darted away, hisshoulders rounding just a bit.  “Sorry,” he bit out like it was pullingteeth, and it probably was, because he had trouble with apologies andmeaningful emotions.  “I… didn’t know how to respond and I… didn’t want tohurt your feelings.”

“Well, mission not accomplished.  You know itbothers me when I’m serious and you aren’t.” You sighed, overwhelmed by theurge to touch him.  Your fingers searched out and skimmed along his belt,comforting yourself and maybe him.

“Yeah,” he admitted quietly.  “I… can’t.”

The guilt and shame was written all over his body, and ithad you reaching.  Despite the fact that you were in the middle of thehall at lunch, you wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him. “It’s okay, Kazuya, I get it.  There’s no rush.”

He had no real problem with public displays of affection,though he still tensed when you initiated.  This time, however, he justreached back, gathering you against his chest and burying his face into yourhair.  “You really didn’t like my memes?  I’m hurt, ____-chan~” Hemurmured, a decidedly wicked edge to his tone.

“You really are the worst.” You replied, though there was asmile on your face as your cheek touched his collar bone.  “If I ever seeanother meme from you we’re over.”

Miyuki laughed.  “Sure~”

Kuramochi Youichi

When your phone went off the first time you weren’texpecting much.  You got texts all the time, and though you weren’tcarrying on any current conversations there was nothing to say your friends orfamily couldn’t start one.  You weren’t even surprised when yourboyfriend’s name popped up when you looked at it.

He was in a different class, so it wasn’t uncommon for himto text you during breaks, especially if had been a couple of days sinceyou’d been able to get together.  Opening the message, you realized it wasan image, which you opened quickly.  The second you saw it and read it yousnorted loudly and laughed, earning weird looks from your classmates.  Itwas a comic meme with poorly drawn faces, one male and one ‘female’ with blondhair and a pink bow.  Girlfriend seems to be in a weird mood… thefirst panel said over the male face.  Then in the second, Babe are youokay? Said the male face, Yeah, I’m fine said the female.  Thelast panel was the female turning into a weird blue faced, sharp toothed trollwith a curling mustache, I’m actually upset about many things that I willhold against you without you knowing!!

It was very hard not to laugh hysterically.  It hadbeen a few days since you’d been able to spend any time together, so the jokewas on point and extra amusing. 

Compelled to reply, you did a quick internet search andfound a meme you liked – an American actor in an 80s movie with fluffy hair anda confused and horrified expression, When my boyfriend can’t understand whyI’m mad.

You could practically hear your boyfriend’s cackle from aclass away.  It was pretty distinctive, but he was loud.  It made yougrin and wait in anticipation for his response.

It came surprisingly quickly.  The picture popped up onyour phone a couple of minutes later.  It was a picture of the weird fishalien from Star Wars and read It’s a trap!

Giggling like a mad woman, you did another search and cameup with the common meme Overly Obsessed Girlfriend.  This one read, I don’tlike to blink because I miss you when I don’t see you.

His reply was a picture of the main character from Futuramanarrowing his eyes.  Not sure if actually a good girlfriend or just agood liar.

“Are you okay?” One of your classmates asked you as yourshoulders shook with barely suppressed laughter.

“Yeah,” you replied.   I have the bestboyfriend.  Your heart thrummed with affection for your silly boy.

Time was running out so your meme-war was going to have tocome to an end.  But you were determined to win it and found exactly thememe to do that.  It was the baby making the achievement fist meme and itread, Dream about having the most amazing boyfriend, wake up and rememberyou do.

The bell rang, thus ending the break so you put away yourphone, still smiling and feeling really good about the rest of the day. It was a little harder to concentrate than normal, mostly because you keptthinking of Kuramochi’s grinning face, but that was okay.  It was a goodenough feeling that you didn’t even mind.

Lunch time finally hit and you stood up from your desk,wondering if you should try to find your boyfriend.  You really did misshim after all.

As it turned out, you didn’t even have time for that much,because a second after you stood up he was there, filling up the doorway toyour classroom, eyes shining under the artificial lights.  “___-chan!” Heshouted, grinning so wide it split his face in two.

You took less than three steps in his direction before hewas in front of you, picking you up and swinging you around, completelyheedless to your classmates who stared and giggled.  “Mochi!” Youcomplained half-heartedly, the effect ruined by giggles.

“Ah, sweetheart,” Kuramochi sighed happily, hugging youtightly.  “I adore ya, ya know?”

You smiled and cuddled as close as you can get.  “Rightback at you~”