#if I feel like it then I might make a very mini profile of him later since he is one of Yuuya's besties at school

[naradivision]

“Merry Christmas,

I wasn’t sure of the things you’d like, but I do know your division’s famous for its deer parks, I thought this might be something you can get behind. Have fun with this little guy.

— Makina Setsukura from Akihabara Division (did you know that? I dunno, maybe you do, maybe you don’t)”

Yuuya Kanata chuckled, shaking his head as he set the little notecard down. He lifted the lid to the present that was delivered to him.

Inside was a somewhat firm stuffed animal in the shape of a deer that was almost half the size of his upper body.

At long last when the reddish haired boy had returned to his home after relaying his Christmas presents to another division due to the ‘Secret Santa’ campaign, it seemed like his turn had come to receive some gift from his secret ‘Santa’ too.

Looking at the big deer plushie while softly chuckling, Yuuya picked up the fluffy stuffed animal from the box he found at his doorstep and took it inside his room.

“Here we go, newcomer. Why not befriend Mr. Greenie over there?”

The boy gently placed his stuffed animal gift beside the dinosaur plushie he received from his graduated senior last year, then he recalled his secret Santa’s name.

Makina Setsukura? Oh, that’s the gamer girl whom he and Hi-chan had sent some birthday presents to previous September. Nice to know that she still remembered him even if he didn’t really interact much with her in person. And if he wasn’t mistaken, she was one of those numerous streamers Takane had befriended online.

Takane was the name of his classmate who, in fact, had an alter online-sona known under the name ‘Aozora’ and was actually Makina’s upperclassman at the academy —Only if she knew his true identity. This low-energy friend of his was also happened to be the regular client of Kiyozaki-san as well since he still had some problems with his insomnia and excessive daytime sleepiness ongoing from past two years. 

But Yuuya was sure his friend didn’t know that one of his online fellows did turn out to be a resident at his therapist’s place too

—Pfft, internet and coincidence were definitely curious things, weren’t them? 

Suddenly, he felt the intense glare from somewhere behind his back.

“Phew. Is it just you, Ojou-chan?” 

Facing off his intensely staring kitten who was now hiding herself in the empty present box, Yuuya gave out a sigh of relief. He was never good with the spooky kind of stuff and that made him wonder how those two streamers could have fun playing some hair-raising horror games even in the middle of night.

“I’m afraid this unfortunately isn’t your new toy. I just got this from one of my friends out there. Uh, so, no scratch on this one please?”

“Meowwrrr.”

“Okay, okay. Aren’t you satisfied with the new toy I got for you last week? Fine, want me to add some more scratching posts to your house?”

“Meowwwrrrrr.”

“This isn’t it? Eh... Then what else can I do…”

Slightly tilting his head as if using his thought, he soon followed the direction of her stare and finally understood why his petite kitten was glared daggers at him.

“—Wait, are you looking at this thing? Hi-chan had made it for me and everyone in the team, so don’t worry, it can neither hurt you nor me.” 

He picked up one end of the weird-looking cat scarf on his neck and hurled it around in the air to show his petite roommate that this lifeless piece of cloth can’t be harmful to anyone.

The Siamese kitten looked at him in disbelief as she gave her final hiss while jumping out of the box. She cautiously stepped back, still eyeing his scarf like some kind of paranoid predator until she thought herself was far enough and ran away.

Even though she was always behaving like a little kid with him, somehow Yuuya felt like his Ojou-chan was a tad bit more understanding than normal cats. 

But, oh well, this funny thought might be nothing but his imagination anyway.

—Thank you for the gifts and Merry Christmas! 🎄

[ne-nene-ne]

♡ How to gain the dragon's affection ♡

-> things you can do to make this handsome fae weak in the knees

malleus x reader (fluff!)

Wear or carry the things he's gifted you!

Whether it's a necklace, bracelet, or even a mini gargoyle statue, have it on you! Malleus will beam with pride when he sees it on your person. I feel like he's a bit of a possessive person, so he'd love seeing you dressed in the things that he, himself has chosen and gifted you.

Indulge him in his passion for exploring ruins and his love for gargoyles!

If you show even the tiniest bit of interest in gargoyles or ruin exploring, you will see Malleus' eyes light up immediately and he will begin talking about it for hours. Please allow him to do so. Not many share his passion or are interested in these types of things (if at all), please listen to him ramble on. Heck, join the Gargoyle Studies Club! Give this dude some company because he's pretty much the only member there. 😭 And look, he's aware that not everyone is interested in the same things he is, but if you at least put in the effort to listen and try to understand, he'd be a happy fae

Include him in your activities!

We already know how much of a complex he has towards being invited/uninvited, so if you constantly make it a point to include him in whatever you're doing, he will feel loved. I don't think he'd be picky about what kind of activity you'd be doing. He'd be open-minded to whatever it is. In fact, he'd try to find possible ways to make it easier on you if it's a difficult task. If it's an artsy/creative activity, like painting, there's a chance he'll either be pretty good at it at first try, or he'll end up making a bit of a mess. I also don't think he'd mind much of this either, even if he did end up looking silly. He would laugh it off heartily and probably be like, "How interesting...!" He's curious about your ways and is very much willing to learn. His adoration for you will just increase if you try to teach him

Help him raise his tamagotchi!

He absolutely loves his Roaring Drago and so if you offer to help him "raise" it or offer to watch over it whenever he's busy, he'll fall more in love with you. Not only will he feel closer to you as you both nurture the little creature, he might even begin to see a future with you and your own little ones (if you ever had that in mind) and oh, how he knows how much he'd love that life dearly if it was spent with you.

Share that full-sized cake with him!

This one is oddly specific but as seen in his profile, Malleus dislikes full-sized cakes because he tried eating one entirely by himself 😅 (ofc he wouldn't feel great afterwards). You might be met with a resistant attitude or sour face from him (out of instinct) when you bring out that whole cake, but show him that it isn't as bad as he thinks when he shares it with someone. Maybe he'll like it! And if he doesn't, well then you guys can smear the leftovers on each other's faces and have a bit of fun!

This poor boy has just been left out on a lot. Make him feel welcomed, wanted, and loved and he will adore you forever 🥺❤️

a/n: not really proofread tbh but it was a fun one! I might just turn this into a series and do the same for other twst charas. I'm thinking of Azul or Leona next, hmm

And OKAY so I originally posted this on @lyneira (my brand new writing blog) but my posts on there aren't showing up in the tags yet so I guess I'll still be posting some of my writing here until tumblr allows them to be seen 😭 somebody pls interact with my new blog so that tumblr doesn't think I'm a bot 😔

[luveline]

hey lovely! <3 can i request a little something for aaron hotchner? maybe something where he’s being jealous/protective? i adore the way you write him! :)

this is like a very mini fic it's all over the place ♡ thank you for your request!! fem!reader cw weird guy tries to kiss you

You're in New Jersey of all places trying to find a serial killer, and in your opinion, Hotch is being entirely unprofessional. 

You're also really enjoying it, but that's not the point. 

There's a police officer that isn't flirting with you, really, more like he's a touchy guy in general. You're working as the conduit between the team and the police force, and so every time you tell this touchy guy something, it's an opportunity for him to say thank you.

This guy says thank you with a quick shoulder touch. 

You feel guilty, admittedly. While Hotch isn't quite your boyfriend, he isn't not your boyfriend — you're working it out. Or rather, he's working it out. You'd walk into the middle of the road if he asked you to, but Hotch has hang ups about interwork relationships. He's hesitant because he worries about the inherent power imbalance between you. 

It's fine though. You're hoping he'll come around eventually. And eventually might come sooner rather than later, with the way he's glaring holes in this guy's head. 

"Is he making you uncomfortable?" Hotch asks you. 

The door closes behind your guilty police officer. You'd prefer it if the police officer didn't touch you at all, but he isn't necessarily making you uncomfortable.

"It's alright," you placate, feeling the eyes of both Spencer and Rossi on you like laser beams. 

Hotch nods and goes back to work. A small tell, and huge in the eyes of profilers. 

You get further into the case and forget about the guy's touches, but you don't think Hotch can. He sits next to you at every opportunity, and insists you ride shotgun on the way back to the hotel. You have separate rooms, wouldn't dream of ever sharing one with him, so it shocks you like lightning when he invites you in for 'coffee'. 

You sit on the end of his bed. 

"Are you mad at me?" you ask, a moment of weakness. 

He's very tense. Less so at your question, he pulls his weight off of the closed door and sits beside you on the bed. "Of course not." Then, because he's too smart and too himself to avoid the issue, "I'm sorry if I'm being forward." 

"I like you, Hotch. You know I do," you say. In lieu of, Be forward, please. You don't speak with any particular inflection. It's the stone cold truth, and you aren't mad at him for anything. Not his hesitancy to be with you, or his jealousy. 

"You don't think it's arrogant?" he asks. 

"I think it's kind of nice. It's reassuring," you amend softly, "to know you want me to yourself." 

That sounded better in your head. Thankfully, all Hotch does is nod. "I do." 

"Okay, good. You can keep glaring at Officer Paulson, then." 

He smiles at you, half defeat, half fondness. "His name is Poulton." 

"Is it?" 

His smile doubles. He places his hand across the sheets, palm up. You place your hand in his. 

"You really need to get it together," you joke lightly. 

"I know," he says. 

The next day, you're back in the conference room of the Cherry Hill police department, hand pretty much on fire still from his touch where its resting on the desk as you jot down notes. Each time you remember how he'd held it, you'd fingers curl in on themselves, looking for Hotch's hand and not finding it. 

You write down notes, not to be selfish, but because it really helps you connect the dots. You're not like Spencer, you can't store an infinite amount of knowledge up in your brain. You need space and time to work it out. 

A cup of coffee appears to your right. A hand presses flat to the space between your shoulder blades. You beam at the tiny thumb movements and turn in your seat. "Oh… my god. Officer Pauls-ton." You laugh awkwardly, shrugging out from under his hand. "I thought you were someone else." 

"I noticed you in here all by yourself and figured you could use some company." 

Even if you'd been alone, and you had wanted company, and this was a dimension where Hotch didn't exist, Poulton's hand absolutely should not have been where it was. Now you're uncomfortable. 

"Oh, no, that's alright. I'm just trying to make some connections here while everyone's out." 

What a terrible thing to admit. You can practically see the excitement on his face. 

"Yeah? They always leave the pretty one behind?" 

You laugh without meaning to. Usually, Spencer is the one running point, so he's technically right. "You could say that." 

"This all seems pretty boring."

You lean away as he leans forward. You're surprised — you've never been cornered like this, whether he means to do it or not. 

"It's my job," you explain. 

"Now why would a girl like you do something so gruesome?" 

"Uh-" You laugh clumsily, wondering how the fuck you're gonna get out of this situation. You start by standing up and turning to him completely, the backs of your thighs pressed against the desk you'd been working on hard enough to ache. "A girl like me? I love the work we do." 

"You don't find it boring?" 

"Sometimes, but-" 

"I can think of a few ways to liven it up in here." 

This is the kind of thing your girlfriend's have told you about, over-imposing creeps who use a facade of niceness to get close. Officer Poulton has known you for all of three days, and while you've been friendly, you've never given any indication that you want to be seduced in a public work space.

"No, I don't think so." 

"Come on, baby." 

He steps toward you, hands moving to take your waist. You side step around him, eyes on the door, and he follows. 

His fingers close around your wrist, and he says, "Where are you going?" 

You yank your hand away and glare at him, other hand behind you and opening the door. You close it between you. You want to call someone. One of your friends, your team. Your heart races. 

You can't tell if you were in danger or not. 

You make your way through the bullpen to the women's restroom and hide in one of the stalls, typing a quick text to Garcia, who's most likely to respond. 

Weirdo just tried to kiss me at CH PD. Hiding in the bathroom. Swear some guys see a polite smile and take it as enthusiasm. :[ 

You don't want her to panic, so you add, It's fine, though. How are things back home?

You spend a little time in there, as much as you can allow, hoping desperately that Officer Poulton has left the conference room so you can get back to work in peace. 

he did wt? R u ok??? wts his address?

The bathroom smells like bleach, and the toilet tank behind you drips. It's cold, and you feel an odd mixture of embarrassed and ashamed, though you don't have any reason to feel either. 

I must have said something to him, you think scornfully. Something that made him think- 

You shake your head. That guy's just an oddball. He saw signals where there weren't any. You didn't do anything wrong. 

After some mild internal debate you stand up to face the music. You're barely a step outside of the bathroom when you're bumping into Emily, who's expression floods with relief. 

"What happened?" she asks urgently. 

"What?" 

"Garcia said some guy came onto you? Officer Touchy?" Her eyes are sympathetic, her lips pinched into a friendly, pitying pout. 

You gawp. "She told you?" 

"What did he do?" 

"Nothing awful, he just- he put hid hand behind my back and I- he was leaning over me so I tried to leave and he grabbed my wrist. It wasn't anything more than that." 

"He grabbed you?" she asks. 

You look up to find Hotch a few paces behind. His expression is unreadable. His tone, less so. 

"Are you okay?" he asks, all the airs of someone taking pre-measures.

"I'm perfect. He barely touched me. I only told Penelope because I-" Why did you tell Penelope? "I don't know. He surprised me." 

"I'm going to speak to the Chief of police," he says. "If you'll be alright?" 

"I'm fine, there's really no need."

"It's disrespectful," Emily says, fiercely protective over her friends no matter what. "We're here to help them and you've got officers acting like frat boys." 

Hotch says your name, pulling both of your attentions. "You're sure you're okay?" 

You smile at him softly. It's good of him to be so concerned, but unnecessary. "I'm fine, I promise." 

He takes your word for it and turns around. Emily lets out a low whistle. 

"Someone's in for it," she says. 

You don't know how right she is until you hear his raised voice. Chills run down your spine at his tone, so formidable, so sternly contained.

"Touch my agent again and you'll be working desk jockey for the rest of your career. Do I make myself clear?" 

You can't hear it, but you imagine the answer is, "Clear."

That night, laid like two twin commas invested toward one another, you ask, "'My agent'?" 

"You're one of mine, aren't you?" Hotch asks quietly.

"But am I yours?" you ask. 

He wraps his arm around your shoulders, the bulk and curve of his bicep firm against your neck, and smiles, lips resting at the crown of your head. 

"Do you want to be?" he asks. 

You curl into his touch and embrace, warmed by his body heat and the blanket he's taken care to pull up to your chest. He smells like toothpaste and eucalyptus body wash, his hair still damp from the shower. You breathe him in indulgently, and you close your eyes to sleep without responding to his question. He already knows the answer. 

[veeluvss]

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emily prentiss x daughter

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i closed and locked the front door behind me. it had been a long day and i was exhausted but i wanted to check on y/n. she was homeschooled, due to her social anxiety and most days, she comes into work with me however today she stayed at home - not feeling like joining me.

"y/n," i called up the stairs. i slid off my shoes and jacket then headed up. "angel," i sung as i always did. i saw her bedroom door shut which wasn't usual so i knocked.

"you in baby?"

"i'm in," she replied quickly.

"can i come in?" i asked.

"no, i'll be out soon."

"baby," i said in an authoritative tone. we didn't have secrets.

"it's fine. mum i'll be out soon," she sighed. i wasn't going to argue with her.

"i'll be downstairs making dinner then. i'll make your favourite," i said softly, heading away from the door.

an hour later, y/n still wasn't down. this wasn't like her. at all. usually she stuck to her routine to a tee but it was twenty minutes past dinner time and she was no where to be seen. i headed back up and called her name again. this time i knocked and opened the door, she couldn't keep me out.

she was laying on her bed, her curtains and blind closed, pillow over her face and crying softly. i closed the door gently behind me, getting rid of the light.

y/n had a very unstable and traumatic childhood, resulting in a few issues developing as she grew older. when she came into my care, the team noticed autistic traits also so we got her diagnosed. i supported her where she needed it and she had the best therapist i could get her.

"it's so loud," she cried, sensing my presence. i walked over to her bed and sat down softly beside her. i didn't say anything, just removed the pillow from her face before laying down.

"come here, darling," i whispered. she rolled over and collapsed into my arms, crying. i held her tightly, rubbing up and down her back. i kissed her head and caressed her hair. it's all i could do. she just needed some love, some cuddles and gentle touches. she needed the reassurance.

"mama's got you," i said gently. "you're safe." she whimpered and clung to me.

half hour later, we were downstairs drinking coffee and heating up the dinner.

"did you get much work done today?" i asked her.

"no," she grumbled back, sighing.

"that's okay, you're ahead anyway," i smiled. she was a little smarty pants. reid had serious competition. it didn't surprise me, her dads IQ was as high, which is what kept him away from the authorities for so long. he outsmarted us far too many times and unfortunately dragged his poor daughter into it.

"you working tomorrow?" she asked, over her bowl.

"when am i not baby," i chuckled in reply. she nodded and shrugged. "you can come if you like. we might be called on a case but you can tag if you'd like."

it wasn't a secret that y/n got special treatment in the fbi but it wasn't surprising. they'd been a couple of times where she'd taken one look at our board and solved the riddles, the case, the lot. now reid was no longer with us, away on his top secret case, her work had been so beneficial.

"i think i will," she told me, smiling gently.

"alright. shall we have a movie night?" i asked, picking up the popcorn cornels.

"in your room?" she asked hopefully. i smiled and nodded.

"in my room."

the next morning, we walked into the bau together.  garcia stood outside the elevator, waiting for us with a wide smile.

"good morning my loves!" she cheered, raising her arms.

"good morning p," y/n said, nodding her head. she was feeling better this morning.

"mini prentiss is here today, it's a good day." penelope smiled and wrapped her arm around my daughter's shoulder.

"y/n is here?" we heard jj ask from the the hall. y/n turned and saw jj standing there with her arms open. she ran to jj , jumping in her arms for their signature cuddle. jj and y/n had clicked instantly when i came back from london. the first time jj met her was the tivon askari case, the morning after i rescued her. they became the bestest friends and it was amazing to see.

"your desk," i said to y/n, putting her bag on the desk opposite jj's. "you going to be okay whilst i'm in my office?" i asked her, running my hands over her hair.

"yes mum," she chuckled, looking up at me.

"good. you know where i am if you need me," i whispered. i leaned down and kissed her head. "i love you."

"i love you too."

a few hours later, we sat in the boardroom consulting on a case. y/n sat in the corner, looking at the pictures, listening to the facts.

"i think its a woman," she said.

"me too," tara agreed.

"the language used is far too maternal. she uses adverbs like 'willing' or 'hoping' which suggests to us she's giving an option. she probably is a woman with very little power resulting in low confidence, hence the low risk victims. we could be looking at a woman who is jealous of the attention the postitutes get from the men. she could be a house wife or even a secetary for a big boss. she'll be physically weak, hence the murder weapon being a car. it distances her from the kills as she doesn't believe she can do it up close and personal, again, she isn't confident enough to approach them. however, another reason it's most likely a woman is due ot the remorse she shows by dressing the body neatly, placing her in the chair. not only is it way of displaying the vicitm but it's also to make them comfortable, warm and give them a peaceful passing to the next life," y/n said from the corner of the room. everyone was looking at her bamboozled.

"have you just presented us with a profile like - before we even got to the crime scene?" Alvez asked. I smiled with pride - that's my girl.

"i just looked at the pictures and read the reports?" she shrugged. "its all speculation."

we all smiled and JJ cheered.

"wheels up guys, mini reid, you're joining us!" rossi said laughing. however, y/n frowned as she stood up.

"my name is y/n , not mini reid thank you very much."

[littleoddwriter]

Cooper Abbott (Trap, 2024) as a Firefighter | Mini-Analysis

Hi there and welcome back to me analysing the character Cooper Abbott (portrayed by Josh Hartnett) in the movie Trap (written, produced and directed by M. Night Shyamalan)! This one is a mini-analysis and interpretation of a particular aspect of his character, based on one short scene and things we've been told and given glimpses of during the movie: Cooper working as a firefighter. It's also mostly speculation after because I like to think further, of course. I'd be happy to know what others think about this aspect of him, so if this were to spark a conversation, that'd be great! :') <3 And for anyone, who might be interested, here is the more in-depth character analysis of Cooper that I wrote.

As we get to know Cooper Abbott in the beginning of the movie, one particular detail we're told about him is that he's a firefighter.

He tells Jamie, the vendor of the merch stand at the Lady Raven concert, that he works in the fire department, which allows him to garner trust from Jamie, who now sees him as 'one of the good guys' that he can tell details about the concert's function as a trap for Cooper's serial killer persona "the Butcher". Toward the end of the movie, when Dr. Grant - the FBI profiler - explains her psychological profile of Cooper to Rachel, his wife, we catch a glimpse of a photo of Cooper and some of his colleagues at the fire station advertising the firemen calendar. While Cooper talks to Lady Raven in her limousine, he also tells her that the houses he keeps his victims in, and also plans in, are vacant due to fire code violations, suggesting that he uses the resources he's given as a firefighter to help with his murders, like knowing which houses will be empty for longer periods of time. And during Cooper and Rachel's confrontation afterwards, she specifically mentions that the smell of cleaning fluid on him furthered her suspicions of his serial killing, because it's not the kind he would use at the station, but rather what she associates with hospitals.

Those are the things we are told and shown about Cooper when it comes to his work as a firefighter. But there is one scene about halfway through the movie, where we actually witness him working as a first aider.

In an attempt to avoid being seen by Dr. Grant when Cooper is backstage at the concert, he helps a teenage girl, who was about to collapse on the stairs behind the stage. He catches her when she's starting to fall over, lifts her up and carries her, and then asks a staff member where he should put her. Inside the medical tent, he sits her down on a chair and soothingly talks to her, while treating her for her possible low blood sugar and dehydration. He tells her that he'll get her some juice, while putting a cooling pack on the back of her neck, and that she'll feel a lot better within the next half hour. Even one of the medical staff members in the tent was impressed with his work, more or less jokingly asking to keep him because of how good he is with the patients.

This scene shows how natural his work is to him. Cooper is incredibly skilled and quick, just as he is when he's thinking of ways to cause distractions and find a way out of the venue for himself. He's focused and has a great way of making the other person feel safe and like they're in good hands with him with the way he's speaking in a low, soothing voice, and stays on a figurative, and even literal, eye level with them when he does. In short, Cooper seems to be in his element when he's helping the teenager. It also shows very clearly that he's been doing this for many years because of how natural his movements and words are for him.

Having been shown how he would be on the job, essentially, also raises the question why he chose to be a firefighter in the first place.

Personally, I think that he became a firefighter because it's a job that is thrilling and never the same, but with a certain degree of control he has over everything that happens; even if some situations can be rather unpredictable. He still decides the course of action (depending on his position within the department) and, to an extent, what happens to the people he's helping. This job allows him to be close to injury and death without being the initial cause. Whether or not he abuses his power to play around with what humans could potentially survive or not is up to debate. I think it's safe to say, though, that it taught him a lot of useful things for his future murders, while giving him a way to have several safe houses without anybody knowing, and without having to spend any money on them and therefore leaving no traces of his presence. It might have also allowed him to gain access to tools he uses, or at least know where to get them, what he can use, and how, without raising suspicions. This is especially evident when Cooper tells Lady Raven about the lethal effects of carbon monoxide on a person in a small and closed space, stating that "you need to know about these sorts of things as a firefighter", as he explains to her that he'll use it to easily kill Spencer, his current victim, if she refuses to help him out of the venue or signals the FBI. If his only reason to be a firefighter had been power, control, and being close to injury/death and danger, he could have just become a police officer, which could have even allowed him to manipulate what the police knows about his murders. But since he's a firefighter, there are more ways to interpret and speculate why he chose that profession.

On that note, I also want to add that another possible reason for his decision to be a fireman could be his upbringing and the abuse he experienced at the hand of his mother. This could go two ways; although they don't negate one another. One being that he wanted to actually help people out of situations where they are in danger and feel helpless because he never had a helping hand when he needed it most in his youth. Therefore, he would be using it as a kind of coping mechanism for his trauma. The other being that he uses this job to counteract "the monster", as his dark side has been dubbed by his mother and later himself. It is possible that he initially tried to be better and do something useful - something good - to prove his mother, and by extension himself, wrong about his being a monster. Both are potential explanations for his choice that can be true at the same time.

So far, those have been my thoughts about Cooper being a firefighter and why that's the chosen profession for him. Of course, there's also the simple reason that it's one of the best covers for him because people wouldn't immediately suspect a fireman to be a serial killer. But since Cooper has most definitely been a firefighter for much longer than he's been a murderer (presumably, at least), I also think that it's reasonable to consider different explanations for this choice.

[ageofbarbarians]

School Blows // J.M.K

AgeOfBarbarians

A/N: this is so short and super rushed but i needed some filler content because i have a couple of huge fics in the works that might end up being a couple mini series and I’ve also just had this in the drafts for so long. I do have a couple longer Josh fics coming out super soon. anyway enjoy

Summary: Y/N has Josh help her ‘study’.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! Language, Oral (m & f receiving), Unprotected Sex, Choking

Word Count: 3k

M A S T E R L I S T

“Y/N, is that you?” Your mom called. You sighed and nodded slowly as you called out to her.

“Yeah, it’s me. I'm going to Josh’s house. We have an exam in a few days.”You grabbed water from the kitchen. There was a brief moment of silence and you waited for her to respond. Knowing her she was probably engulfed in her work like always.

“That’s fine. Don’t be gone all night!” She appeared at the top of the stairs and you walked back out the front door to Josh’s car. You sat in the passenger seat and sighed as you leaned your head against the headrest and closed your eyes.

“You okay, mama?” Josh asked as he backed out of your driveway. You put your head on the window and nodded.

“Just a headache. But, I surprised myself today.” You opened your eyes and looked over at Josh who had a confused look on his face.

“And why is that?” He looked back and forth between you and the road. He placed his hand on your thigh. He rubbed slow, soft circles and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach.

“I didn’t kill anybody today!” You laughed and gave Josh a cheesy grin.

“What do you want? A gold star?” Josh sassed. You gave him a death glare and punched his arm. He pouted toward you and you rolled your eyes.

“Hey, that’s an accomplishment for me, you should be proud.” You rested your elbow on the center console and rested your chin in your hand as you stared at Josh. You observed his side profile and just admired how handsome he looked. Even doing some of the most basic tasks you knew you were completely infatuated with him.

“I’ve very proud of you, baby. Proud of you for not murdering anyone just like every other sane person.” Josh joked as you laughed.

“What am I helping you study for?” Josh inquired and you shook your head.

“Oh, nothing. I don’t really need help.” You shrugged as you looked out the passenger-side window.

“You know you don’t need to make excuses just to be with me, Y/N,” Josh stated. You could feel his eyes on you occasionally and you shrugged.

“I mean yeah I guess, but I wanted you to myself today. Plus, school blows, and I didn’t want to be on campus anymore.” You admitted quietly. You and Josh did have a lot of time alone together, but a majority of the time the two of you hung out with his brothers. Not that there was anything wrong with hanging out with Sam, Danny, and Jake, but you liked being alone with Josh the most.

“Why blow school when you can blow me?” He asked and you cringed at his comment. You turned your attention back to him and shook your head.

“First of all, that was a horrible joke. Second of all, maybe. Only if you’re lucky.” You smirked and you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his neck.

“Wait, really?” He smiled brightly and you just shrugged. Josh pulled into his driveway and parked his car, turning the ignition off. You grabbed your bag out of the back seat and unbuckled your seat belt. Before you even had the chance to open your door, Josh was on your side opening it for you. You got out and he closed it. His fingers intertwined with yours and you walked into Josh’s house. You kicked off your Vans and looked at the pictures you’ve seen millions of times.

“I still can never get over baby Josh.” You smiled. You saw his face turn a different shade of pink and he pulled you away from the pictures to lead you upstairs.

“Y/N, you make the comment almost every time you’re over.” You could hear the smile in his voice. Josh wrapped his arms around your waist before throwing you over his shoulder and you gasped.

“Josh put me down!” You screamed but you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. He ran upstairs and swiftly opened the door and dropped you onto his bed. You looked into his brown eyes and he looked into yours.

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you how beautiful you are,” he mumbled. You felt your face get hot and you bit your lip. He came down and your lips connected. The simple kiss grew and before you knew it, your tongues clashed and you could feel yourself growing hot. You pulled away from him and pressed your hands against his face.

“I love you,” you whispered as you ran your thumb over his bottom lip.

“I love you, pretty girl.” Josh pecked your lips before moving away from you. He grabbed your bag and sat it on his bed. You groaned and covered your face with your arm.

“I know you said you didn’t need to study, but I know your calculus exam is the one that’s coming up. Y/N, you suck at math.” Josh stated blunted and you looked over at him.

“I do not!” You rolled over onto your stomach and rested your head against your arms.

“Yes, you do. Just let me teach you a few things and I promise we can do whatever you want after, okay?” Josh tried to compromise with you. You sighed but agreed.

You sat up against the headboard and pulled a blanket over yourself. Josh walked over to his closet and pulled his shirt off. You stared at his toned back and bit your lip as thoughts of you taking your nails down his delicate skin crossed your mind.

“Staring isn’t polite, Y/N.” Josh teased. You felt heat creep over your face and you continued to stare.

“I can’t help myself when you look like that,” Your voice was quiet but the list was there. Josh popped the button of his pants before sliding them down his legs and replacing them with a pair of joggers. You watched his every move as if he was moving in slow motion.

Josh came over and sat next to you and you turned your focus to one of the large textbooks. You opened your notebook to the few equations you had done and stared at the lined paper.

“What are you struggling with, mama?” Josh questioned. You shrugged and pointed at one of the problems with the end of your pencil. He handed you your calculator and he moved closer to you.

“Okay, so you take this number and divide it by that one,” Josh pointed. You punched the numbers into your calculator and wrote them off to the side so you wouldn’t forget.

“Okay good, now you multiply this number with the one you just divided, and that’s how you get your missing value,” Josh explained. You did exactly what he said and you got an answer that seemed like it was right.

“Just do that for the next couple of problems and I’ll show you how to do the ones after that.” Josh kissed the side of your head as he got off the bed and walked out of the room. You continued working on your problems and he came back a couple of minutes later with some water.

The two of you continued to work on the different equations and as time went on they just got much harder. You began to get frustrated as you got to the point where you didn’t understand the material.

“Josh, we’ve been doing this for an hour now,” you groaned. You set your pencil down and put your head back. You checked your phone and it was only four.

“Y/N we're almost done. Just a few more.” He chuckled. You rubbed your eyes and sighed as you continued writing down equations. He watched as you did the problems to make sure you weren’t getting anything mixed up. His hand was on your thigh and he rubbed small circles with his thumb you bit your lip as the unholy thoughts started coming back into your mind.

“Josh, I can’t concentrate with you doing that.” You said quietly. He looked at you with a raised brow and you kept going. Each time you got a problem right, his hand would move upward, getting closer to your core. You squeezed your thighs together hoping to relieve some pressure that was building up. Josh was making this harder than it needed to be.

You only had five problems left before his hand slipped under your skirt. Your breath hitched and you looked at Josh, who had a sly smirk spread across his face. You were thanking yourself in the back of your mind for wearing a skirt today since you typically wore jeans or leggings.

“Keep going.” He insisted. You sat your pencil down and shifted under his touch.

“I can’t focus with you—“

“I said keep going.” He demanded. You gritted your teeth and as you went on, his fingers brushed against your covered folds. His lips came in contact with your neck, instantly finding your sweet spot. You let out a breathy moan and set the pencil down again.

“I’ll stop,” he paused. You groaned and finished the last problem as fast as you could. You closed your notebook and pushed everything off the bed.

“There, I’m done. Can we please finish what you started?” You whined.

“I didn’t start anything, you were the one who made the suggestion earlier.” Josh deadpanned. You laughed and it soon turned into a quiet moan as he ghosted over your clothed core.

Josh’s hands rested on both sides of your hips and his lips connected with yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your breathing began to pick up. The slow, passionate kiss soon turned heated and rushed. You moaned into the kiss as his hand made its way back up your skirt again. You heard a tear and then a pain that soon went away. You pulled away from Josh's lips and whined.

"Seriously? That is like the seventh pair."

"I think you should just stop wearing them." Josh shrugged before his lips met your neck, instantly going to your sweet spot.

"Yeah? Just let you have me whenever you want?" You moaned as he found the spot he knew you loved the most. His fingers ghosted over your  clit and you adjusted your hips under him.

"I can already have you whenever you want. Don't forget who owns this pretty cunt," Josh's voice was low as his free hand came up and wrapped itself around your throat. 

"Yes sir," You struggled to get out. You knew calling him 'sir' was a weak spot, but it was almost like a rule between the two of you. Of course, you didn't have to call him that, but you could get almost anything you wanted from him.

"Good girl," Josh gave you a lazy smile before inserting two of his fingers into you without warning. Your mouth fell open and a deep sigh escaped your lips. Your eyes had already grown heavy as you surrendered to his touch.

He worked his fingers in and out of you at a brutally slow place before slowly speeding up his movements. His fingers curved upwards, hitting the spot inside of you that you so desperately loved. 

“Fuck,” you gasped “Josh, please don’t stop,” you moaned loudly. His thumb rubbed circles on the bundle of nerves. As pathetic as it was, you were quickly getting closer to your climax. Josh knew every inch of you like the back of your hand. He knew how to work you up and to get what he wanted from you every single time. Your walls tightened and Josh's pace sped up. He could tell from the action alone that you were on the brink of spilling over, but he wasn't ready for you to release around him. 

“Not yet,” his lips connected with yours and your moans became muffled. Your thighs wanted to close as you could feel them shake but Josh held them open as he removed his hand from around your throat

“Okay,” he smiled. You whimpered as you hit your high and let the euphoria take over your body. You breathed heavily as you stood up. Josh put his fingers to your mouth and you opened obediently. Wrapping your kiss-swollen lips around his fingers, Josh watched you with astonishment.

“Jesus fuck, I’m so lucky,” he groaned. You pulled away from his fingers, making a small pop.

“We aren’t finished, Kiszka. I made you a deal.” You got down on your knees and fumbled with the tight string on his sweatpants. You grabbed the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down along with his boxers.

His tip was flaming and there was a small amount of pre-cum leaking out. Your mouth basically watered at the sight of how big he was, something that never ceased to amaze you. 

You ran your thumb over his tip before taking his length into your mouth. You licked a bold stripe along the underside of his shaft before wrapping your lips around his tip, teasing him. Josh tilted his head back and groaned as he grabbed a fist full of your hair. You licked up his shaft again and took him into your mouth. Your movements were slow as you looked up at him through your lashes.

“Fuck, Y/N, I can’t do the teasing. I need to fuck you.” He pulled you up and pushed you back onto the bed. He wasted no time lining himself up at your entrance and pushed himself into you before starting his brutal pace, giving you nearly no time to adjust. You gasped and he raised a brow as you nodded. One thing you loved about Josh was no matter how rough he was with you, he would always make sure you were okay. Even if there was the slightest bit of discomfort, he would stop until you were ready for him to start again. 

Your nails came in contact with Josh's back to try and still yourself as much as you could. He winced at the scratching but he picked up his pace if it was even possible. It gave him a feeling of more power, knowing he was making you feel so good. You were putty under his touch. Your eyes rolled back before you closed your eyes. You bit your lip to try and quiet yourself some.

He slowed down for a moment to readjust his pace before he continued again. He hit your g-spot causing you to cry out. He hit the spot multiple times causing you to feel the familiar feeling of your second high coming on. It was approaching gradually but it quickened as Josh rubbed the bundle of nerves profusely.

“Josh, please let me- ah fuck,” you were cut off by a moan. You put your arm across your mouth and bit down on the skin as your brows furrowed, your eyes never leaving Josh's.

“Let it out baby, I know you're right there,” Josh grunted before his thrusts started to become sloppy. You let your high take over you, your vision becoming blurred from the tears that formed across your eyes from the sensation. Josh grunted as he sped up his pace a little more before his mouth fell open, spilling into you. You watched as his eyes screwed shut and his mouth hung open before he leaned over the top of you, his face meeting the side of your neck as he whispered a mixture of praises in your ear. 

One sight that you would never get out of your mind was the way Josh looked when he came. The pure state of bliss and euphoria that washed over him, the way his cheeks were tinted pink, the way his chest rose and fell as he tried his hardest to catch his breath. Every little bit of him was something you would never forget. 

Josh pulled himself off of you, his breathing still somewhat heavy. He got up and slid his boxers on. 

"I'll be right back," Josh pulled himself off of you, his breathing still somewhat heavy. He kissed the top of your head before sliding out of you. You whined at the loss of contact with him and you could hear the small laugh that slid past his lips. His eyes were heavy, the fucked outlook that you were so used to. 

He got up and slid his boxers on. He quickly went to the bathroom and got a rag to clean you up as best as he could until you had the energy to go shower. When he came back he made sure that his movements were soft since he knew how sensitive you were after being intimate with him. He threw the rag into a dirty pile of clothes he had in the corner of his room and tossed you his shirt and you both crawled under the blankets. You turned the television on and put your head on his chest.

“Just stay over tonight, love. You have extra clothes.” Josh suggested. You nodded your head. It wasn't out of the ordinary for you to stay with Josh but there were times where you just enjoyed the comfort of your own bed. 

“Can we get Chinese?” You asked, looking up at him

“Yes, we can get Chinese.” He laughed.

“I will gladly stay over.” You gave him a cheesy smile and Josh wiped away a fake tear.

“Wow, you only love me because I buy you food.” He fake sobbed. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Joshua Michael Kiszka, I love you and everything about you. I don’t care that you buy me food or spoil the shit out of me even when I hate that you spend money on me, you are my forever.” You whispered the last part and you felt his lips kiss your forehead, lingering there for a minute.

“I love you so fucking much, Y/N,”

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Phighting oc anyone!!!!??????

Ribbon Profile

Ribbon is a PHIGHTING oc, he is a NPC which his role is the Fashion designer for costumes

Age: 29

DOB: June 17th

Pronouns: Male (He/him)

Gear: None

Phighting color: A magenta purple

Occupation: Fashion Designer

Appearance:

White hair, that goes about to his shoulder blades—Though it’s usually kept up in a horribly messy bun. Its texture is fluffy(This man has a whole skincare and haircare routine Morning and night)

He’s about 5’7, with a lankier figure and narrowed shoulders, He has darker purple eyes, Ribbon has a small scar that he covers with makeup to make it look like a mini star. He has curled-down purple horns, that go down to about halfway to his chin.

His ‘gear’ or supposed just ability is Retractable ribbons,

Meaning basically on his back there are slits that (magically) can length up to about 10 ft.

Clothing/Attire:

Ribbon has a purple, white flared neck crop top with rolled up sleeves. He wears a pristine white corset(He gets furious if any sort of dirt or mess gets on it)

With muted-purple spandex shorts with white rimming on the ends with a white felt ‘belt buckle’ look, with a belt that has a long poofy ribbon tassel flared to the side. He has dark purple fingerless gloves, and lilac purple long stockings that have a ‘cybernetic’ design to them, with a purple pair of heels and flared white cuffs above them.

He wears a pair of lilac colored heart-shaped glasses, and a bunch of purple variety colored ribbons connected to his back(Theres slits in his clothes so the ribbon’s can squeeze through and move)

Personality:

Ribbon is a very prissy and egotistical man,

Often acting cocky and high above—even though being slightly weaker than most.

He is a very classy demon, who is quite proud and hates degrading humor.

He can be a kind person when its necessary but he’s usually full of attitude, having a sassy demeanor and what some might call ‘Zesty’.

He has a very sarcastic humor, and highly judging on people by their fashion choices.

Ribbon becomes highly defensive around the topics of Phighting and strength, as he is a failed Phighter.

He likes to now design clothing and costumes for Phighters so he feels like he can at least do something.

He is quite sensible in color theory and is great with matching outfits and overall is an amazing fashionista.

Past:

Was trying to become a PHIGHTER but realized after the incident of his face almost being stabbed out by someone unknown(Katana), he gave up and has ever since worked as a designer

(More lore will be released later when i sort it more)

Personal Biograft(Bitty):

Ribbon had a custom-made Biograft shipped to him, its apperance looks like a normal biograft except the horns are curled to look like his own and is colored a lighter purple shade then blinding orange.

which this Biograft is basically a purse dog/mannequin. he often dresses up this Biograft in outfits and uses him as reference.

Though she is somewhat of a broken Biograft, and which I will post later. She says random things and out of pocket topics.

This Biograft serves as a Bonding/Bodyguard Biograft—The Biograft is around 5’6 as well but often seems shorter as Ribbon tends to wear heels that make him (scarily) taller

Likes:

Ribbon is a gigantic fan if Fashion, clearly—also liking varieties of Music(This man likes Rihanna, Doja cat), His personal Biograft, Lost Temple, Coffee(Starbucks), Men—((jk)), cats(He likes the aesthetic—not the fur),

His hairless cat(Angelica Paws), Makeup, Punctuality, Karaoke, Drawing(mainly fashion), Blackrock

Dislikes:

Dirty stuff, Unhygienic demons, colors clashing, demons who don’t know color theory, armor(Dislikes the clunkiness), Dogs, children(Thinks theyre gross and snobby), energy drinks, being one upped, Being forced to do something for others(Unless they pay him), disrupted routines, criticism, disorderliness, complaints, and crowds(He hates the fact of his corset getting dirty), topics about scars, The weird cult going on

Relations:

Subspace: His tailor/and biograft suppiler

(he finds Subspace annoying but can tolerate him, as he has made outfits for him in the past)

Biograft: Thinks they’re brilliant

(He has 62 Biografts that he uses for mannequins, not counting Bitty)

Hyperlaser: Acquaintances(??)

(Only really knows him for being the ‘Horrendous mask guy’ and through Subspace’s rambling

Medkit: Netural

(Appreciates his sense of fashion, also somewhat fearful of the whole Cult thingy)

Scythe: Friends(ish)

(Likes her style, but really only befriended so he wouldn’t be a target)

Broker: Acquaintance(?)

(Again, appreciates the outfit, but barely knows him or sees him)

Sword: Annoyed of him

(Has made a few of his costumes and finds him a bit agitating)

Rocket: Dislike

(Just finds him annoying and his style BASIC)

Boombox: Neutral

(Likes boombox’s scene sort of fashion, but dislikes the color green. He finds him alright though, enjoys his music.)

Banhammer: Hatred

(He dislikes Banhammer for his corresponding personality and hates his fashion sense, and finds him to be infuriating)

Skateboard: Light dislike

(Finds him irrational and thinks his outfit lacks)

Slingshot: Netural

(Enjoys his company and baking, adores the fact Slingshot has a maid outfit and is willing to wear it in public. Only dislikes his big ‘clown’ shoes)

Katana: Who?

(Barely knows Katana, as the outfit he made for him was a submission of incognito and unlisted. Has only heard the name through the Lost temple.(Katana was the one who left the scar under Ribbon’s eye)

Vinestaff: Mild dislike

(Dislikes the fact shes so nice even when he thinks no one really deserves it, and thinks shes a suck up—and despises nature so.)

Shuriken: Doesn’t care for them

(Doesn’t know them really and knows they’re connected to Vinestaff so eh)

Zuka: Thinks hes just some old smoker

(Doesn’t mind him but thinks he reeks of smoke, and should get some new clothes (and some new bitches))

Traffic: Slight dislike

(Dislikes the uncleanliness of him and again the smoking thing)

Dom/Valk: News reporters? Don’t care.

(Does not give a flying fuck about them, and personally dislikes the news)

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[queendeeshorrorimagines]

would Ghostface get married/have kids (if so, how many?)

Ghostface(s) when it comes to marriage and kids

I hope you don't mind me writing dbd ghostface, Billy, stu, Mickey altieri. If you wanted any more of the ghostfaces or if you want headcanons on how they would be as dads, feel free to let me know ^<^

Warnings: slight mentions of baby trapping on Jeds part, Canon typical violence (its Ghostface), spoilers for scream 5 on Billy's part

Fem! Leaning Reader, the marriage part could be read as gender neutral though

Jed Olsen

Jed isn't big on the concept of marriage for what most normal people would be when it comes to marriage. (I.E. the love and unification between two people) Jed definitely would use marriage with an significant other as a way to throw off the police for the most part.

A red harring to make profiling the Roseville killer much harder for them. For the most part, I think that Jed isn't keen on having the commitment of marriage because of his passion for being the ghostface.

So marriage with Jed wouldn't be a easy of fun one. You'll barely see him for possibly days on end between his day job and his true love- being ghost face. You would have to either be someone who is the house wife/husband type who asks no questions or the spouse who knows and supports jeds Ghost face passion.

When it comes to having children of his own, jed isn't big on it. Most cases, any pregnancy with jed would be accidental [if you're able to get pregnant] i.e. broken condoms, failed birth control.

On the very rare case that he feels like you're going to find out about his Ghostface passion, you might end up being pregnant as an attempt to keep you from leaving/ blowing his cover.

Kid total he wants: 1, maybe 2

Billy loomis

It's going to take a lot for Billy to want to get married. It's mostly because of his own parents and how their marriage ended.

I do believe that eventually, once Billy becomes more mature with his trauma having to deal with his mother abandoning him and his father not being the best, he might be more open to marriage. Like Jed, Billy might also use marriage as a cover for if he eventually goes back to becoming ghostface.

Ideally, Billy and Stu were never caught as the Woodsboro killers and got away with it, I feel that being married to Billy would feel like you're also in a way married to Stu given how close of a friendship they have with each other. At least with Billy, the marriage would feel more loving rather than you coexisting with a human sized murderous cat.

Although Billy does technically have a daughter, I don't think that he would be in any rush to have kids especially if the case was he just found out about knocking a girl up when he was a senior in high school. He would like to try to get to know the daughter that was hidden from him before he brings any more mini Lomis' into the world.

If we ignore scream 5 and Billy didnt have any children before marrying you, the case of any pregnancy would be most likey be an accidental one (i.e. not pulling out on time, condom broke, failed birth control, forgetting to use protection)

Kid total he wants: 1

Stu Macher

Stu would be one of the ghostfaces who would be into marrying someone for legitimate reasons rather than a alibi.

Out of him and Billy, Stu would be the first one to get married and potentially start a family of his own. Money wouldn't be an issue for him because of his family and his privileged upbringing to be able to be a better husband out of the ghostfaces.

Being married to Stu for the most part is close to a kinda normal marriage you'll get in your situation as the spouse of a Ghostface. Stus worst flaw would be his tendency of threatening you financially if you push too hard on his Ghostface hobby.

Having children with Stu would be one of the more natural things to happen compared to Billy or Jed. Especially if Stu and you have been together for a while.

Stu is also one of the more supportive Ghostface husbands when it comes to helping out with taking care of your shared children/ supporting you through your pregnancy.

Kid total he wants: 2 or 3, he's open to however many you want

Mickey Altieri

Mickey would probably marry you just to further cement his name into being known more for his killings in Windsor. He loves you in his own peculiar way but he also knows how you can help make him even more well known by you being the spouse of him.

Mickey is the only Ghostface that I don't really see a way I can write him to where he fully gets away with being Ghostface without making him out of his character. The most likely scenario is the both of you will end up marrying with before he gets caught or a prison wedding.

Marriage with mickey will be more isolating than marrying Jed because you will be isolated from the public for being the wife of the Windsor Ghostface and the fact your life revolves around seeing Mickey occasionally with the weekly phone calls.

Similar to mickey marrying, he would probably have a child for a similar rason- to keep his name in public. Don't get me wrong, he would love kids with you if you want that too.

Your pregnancy might be before he gets caught or during one of your conjugal visits with Mickey. I just don't think anyone would want you to adopt because of your marriage with mickey.

Kid total he wants: 1, maybe 2 at most

[wolfspiders-web]

Fallout: 009

So, I've had this CRAZY idea knocking around in my head for years to make a crossover/AU of Fallout (in particular, 4) and because this anime has been my eternal brainrot since the early 2000's, Cyborg 009. I mean hey, if the Institute can have functional teleportation then I can throw in superpowered cyborg soldiers for funsies. This draws inspiration from multiple incarnations of the series with more emphasis placed on the 2001 “Cyborg Soldier” anime, so this is more of a retelling of that using the location and lore of FO4's Commonwealth. Also, I might have cranked up the “tragic backstory” for some of them up to 11. Things.. snowballed a little. okay maybe a lot actually, I'm so sorry to 001 in particular They are flawed, but they are still human, and they're attempting to make the best of an incredibly shit situation.

I meant for this to be an askblog-type thing that never went anywhere because I couldn't find the inspiration for art, but at this point I feel I have a metric ton of written material (the main profile document for the 00-Cyborgs, Dr. Gilmore, and the Dolphin is 25 pages long and technically still unfinished). I'm going to continue to spiff up and infodump to this sideblog, but if any y'all have a question about something you're more than welcome to ask it!

(special thanks to @gghoulishh for helping me hash out so many details! I should have started posting this years ago tbh)

Mini-profiles for the main cast below the cut:

001 Ivan Wisky

Son of pre-war Black Ghost cyberneticist Dr. Gamo Wisky, 001 is a telepathic and telekinetic psyker, the stressful process of becoming a cyborg having “unlocked” Ivan’s brain and these new abilities. Super-intelligence was the original goal, but Black Ghost was extremely pleased with this unforeseen outcome. Dr. Wisky had offered his own newborn son as a test subject but didn’t do it out of any particular love for the dying child; the only reason was because Dr. Wisky was being blamed for multiple failures on the Cyborg Soldier project and would have likely been killed for it. Despite appearances, he is a tactician on par with 008.

002 Jet Link

Having been tricked into getting into a vehicle with Black Ghost agents inside, Jet was taken for the Cyborg Soldier project right off the streets of New York. He's one of the most shell-shocked out of the original generation of 00-Cyborgs; having the living, breathing city of New York fresh in his memory as if it was only just moments ago. He’s unable to believe his home, his country, has been reduced to an irradiated and dilapidated ruin. However, this new wastelander life still feels like being back in his old gang; fighting for survival every day with a group of united people, just with the ability to fly at high speeds with rocket legs.

003 Francois Arnoul

Extremely perceptive to others even before being remodeled, Francois now has the ability to detect life through walls and at great distances through audio cues and x-ray vision. Due to her sound-based abilities she is also an excellent mimic and ventriloquist, and can store then use any animal or creature roar she hears to incite fear and confusion. A pre-war French-Canadian citizen, her brother was the last person to see her during her kidnapping, though now she has no family but the Cyborgs. The dissonance of the present time to her memories of a simpler time causes her great distress, but Francois has become a master of bottling her emotions to not worry her team.

004 Albert Heinrich

More machine than man, some mistake Albert for a prototype android with his assortment of mechanical parts and very little actual flesh left. Legally blind due to how the sensor implants in his eyes didn't take too well, but he can still see with them. He was taken by Black Ghost agents after a routine flight home with his fiance went horribly awry, leaving her dead and Albert dying. Black Ghost agents found him in the wreckage and turned him into a walking arsenal. The knowledge that he shares more in common with a robobrain than his original humanity weighs heavily on him.

005 “Junior”

For those who don’t know him, many take Junior’s silence as a sign of your average Super Mutant’s below average intelligence. But somehow in the process of FEV mutation he kept his sanity, intelligence, and his humanity; unfortunately he does not remember anything about his past after the process was complete. Black Ghost, ever willing to push the envelope, modified an already strong being into an unstoppable force. Despite this, Junior is a literal gentle giant as many of the wasteland’s non-monstrous wildlife will approach him and even relax in his presence.

006 Chang Chanku

A short man, but one who could probably wrestle a potential meal into submission if he wasn’t already a walking flamethrower. Before Black Ghost took him, Chang was a Brahmin farmer and an excellent cook; he still is due to his newfound control over fire. Being a Chinese descendant of those interred in camps before the Great War, one would think that Chang needs to watch his back in the country that his ancestors once tried to invade. But the idea of “Chinese” and “American” burned in nuclear fire generations ago, and all but the most devoted to history have long since forgotten. Now, everyone is united under one banner: as survivors.

007 “Great Britain”

A pre-War actor gone ghoul, GB has seen the world gone to hell in a handbasket firsthand but that doesn't seem to have effected his cheerful demeanor. Or he just doesn't see the point in caring about it anymore. His love is still the theater life he made his career in before the Great War stole it away, particularly Shakespeare's works. His augmentation is a highly experimental, highly top secret one involving the use of nanomachine technology gained from a crashed alien mothership. This gives him active camouflage and allows him to morph his body into almost any desired shape and back using a button on his stomach that resembles a hernia. With 003 supplying sound effects they make a terrifyingly convincing combination.

008 Pyunma

The only one with real combat experience before becoming a cyborg soldier, Pyunma was once the leader of an infamous local raider group before being kidnapped by Black Ghost. As the field tactician of the group he knows how to fight, and the dirtiest ways to fight, though the team prefers to not come to that. His specialty is water combat and he is able to breathe underwater, though as the highly irradiated waters in and around Boston are a danger to what's left of his organics he has extremely high radiation resistance to compensate.

009 Joe Shimamura

The golden child and final member of the 00-Cyborg prototypes. Before Joe was taken by Black Ghost he was in the courier service, his natural speed and endurance doing him well in the dangerous expanse of the wastes. An orphan, Joe was raised by the owner of a courier service in his village and he was found to be a natural born runner. Now even that has been upgraded past the limits of the human body, which would make him one hell of a courier if Joe could go back to his old job. But his ties are with his new "family" now, having become a reluctant member of the rebel 00-Cyborgs who are now trying to right the wrongs of their creators as well as survive in an unforgiving wasteland.

Dr. Issac Gilmore

A high ranking cyberneticist of the Black Ghost organization, Gilmore defects with the rest of the cyborgs in a hoax hostage situation in order to escape Black Ghost's grasp and cope with his own guilt over what he's done. He advises the team from a distance during operations and handles all their maintenance himself. He has varying degrees of insight into the factions of the Commonwealth, such as how the Black Ghost, Institute, and even the Enclave and BoS operate. Dr. Gilmore’s knowledge is invaluable for dealing with these groups politically – and offensively if it ever has to come to that.

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

30 March 2023 Thursday 10:04 am pdt

autocorrect: “am” American Amar

right breast pain difficulty breathing 10:06 am pdt bcz “Brendan” made me think he was a graffiti artist by posting (autocorrect: police power 10:07 am pdt) the link to Sieone’s webpage on his aol profile, for senior project in high school I did my senior project essay (diarrhea 10:09 am pdt) on why graffiti is art. 10:09 am pdt spencer might remember this Bcz this was the only time he ever talked to me. 10:10 am pdt

10:41 am pdt I thought spencer had a handsome face. And when he spoke to me I think I remember not really being able to say anything other than what probably sounded like random sounds. I was nervous. 10:43 am pdt right arm pain 😖😭😤🥵😤🥵😤 10:44 am pdt left shoulder bone 🦴 pain 10:45 am pdt

3:05 pmpdt 3:06 pmpdt

3:44 pmpdt 3:45 pmpdt after the last time I wrote on the previous post, incubus reduched my muscle/flesh in the gluteus Maximus area and in the front of my groin. 3:46 pmpdt 3:47 pmpdt feels like they are doing something again. Also reduced my heel. I wonder 💭 if that’s going to make me fall. There are sharp corners in the kitchen of this hotel 🏨mini suite (basically a studio) I’m afraid 😱 I will fall into it. Around 3 pmpdt they hurt my ankle area 3:49 pmpdt. Incubus put me in a very bad dooming position. He made it clear that he hated me by showing his face to me in blossom hill 2004/2005. He uses people however he wants. How you do one thing is how you do everything? I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️. If you chose to lie and use and confuse someone once is that how you chose to live you’re whole life? Can you ever trust them to be honest? 3:53 pmpdt I’m not sure 🤔 if I ever made money 💰 off of anyone’s ideas 💡. I helped take care of that goldfish, I fed it and gave it medicine. Unfortunately I forgot to turn off the heater when I was trying to not let it get too cold 🥶 bcz that’s what the thermometer 🌡 indicated by the colored in area (acid throat pain 3:56 pmpdt) . Incubus really hates me. When I hung up 🆙 the phone ☎️ after talking to “Brendan” I heard a car 🚗 pull up 🆙 into the driveway and imagined it was him. I imagined I was going to go downstairs to meet him in his car 🚗 even though he didn’t say any of this during any of our chats/s*xting/phones*x (vag acid pain 😖😭 3:59 pmpdt). He plans ahead to confuse and deceive me to fall back on later. 4pm pdt incubus has tried to mislead me that he knows me and loves 💕 me. 4 pmpdt he hurt a part of my vag I will never forgive. 4:01 pmpdt Q if you are reading 📖 this know how deeply you hurt me and used me. Unethical. 4:02 pmpdt

4:18 pmpdt 4:19 pmpdt b4 I stopped using the iPhone 📱 Q gave me that was old with a recycling value of $35 to apple 🍎 (upper thigh bone 🦴 pain) I had changed the password & did backups. I forget in which order. And then I think 💭 I remembered it saying there no backups on the iCloud account. All my backups were probably erased by Q. 4:22 pmpdt

4:22 pmpdt backups included pictures taken on the iPhone 📱. She was probably looking 👀 for more stuff to steal from me. 4:24 pmpdt in addition to spying 🕵️‍♀️ on me. 4:24 pmpdt Q I guess is excused from all her crimes bcz “music is [her] boyfriend” and Nick carter and all other rapist murderers, the framing of probably an innocent man with a family. 4:26 pmpdt the destruction of my body is probably proof to that. Thanks 🙏 Q. You make the world 🌎 a better place. 4:27 pmpdt even if my mom cleaned 🧽 the fish tank, Q doesn’t care. Q doesn’t have to do the real work. 4:28 pmpdt

4:36 pmpdt Q had a little Maltese? White dog 🐶 named Sophie. If she took a picture of a fighting ? Fish she probably went to a pet store 🏬 with the fish 🐠. 4:37 pmpdt cleaning 🧽 a fish tank requires a lot of effort. A lot more than washing a dog 🐶 probably and a lot more than picking up poo 💩. She had a nice backyard with a big pool 🏊‍♀️. 4:39 pmpdt and if incubus is really her boyfriend then he probably made a lot of stuff easy. I didn’t know Coachella was expensive until I saw 👀 something on tv 📺 about the price while I’ve been in this hotel 🏨 the last 30 days. 4:41 pmpdt

4:44 pmpdt incubus said in an interview there was a part of his life he lived doing whatever he wanted, probably s*xually, and sometime maybe 2017 he said he was a “bimbo.” Being incubus he probably sampled a lot of women, including me. 4:46 pmpdt 4:47 pmpdt

4:49 pmpdt “Brendan” said online that I sounded “yummy.” Nick V./B. didn’t care to get to know me. He wanted to try me no matter what. He looked me up 🆙 and down in a very interested way in algebra class when I unzipped my jacket 🧥 infront of him. I sat in the first desk in the row near the door 🚪 and there was an a big desk infront facing my desk that he sat on one day waiting for the bell 🔔 to ring to be released from class. This was b4 I found his email 📧 in a chain email 📧 with mutual friends of my sister. 4:55 pmpdt we don’t know where incubus and his friends draw the line. We don’t know if incubus samples every vag b4 they’re murdered. We don’t know how young he is willing to go. 4:56 pmpdt we don’t know. 4:57 pmpdt

4:58 pmpdt algebra I class. Freshman year high school 🏫. 14 going on 15 years old. In English class Nick V./B. Expresses feelings of horniness and the teacher responded saying we are too young for s*x. 5 pmpdt

5:27 pmpdt difficulty breathg felt acid I think 💭 on butt bones 🦴 as I was laying down. 5:28 pmpdt left jaw bone 🦴 pain 5:28 pmpdt if Jane Herman wasn’t pretending to be in love 🥰 w/ incubus, if incubus put a love 💗 potion 🧪 spell in her to fall in love with him, then he acts like he didn’t, and then covers it up by putting the blame on her to fake us all out, he probably (autocorrect punishing ) won’t stop 🛑 doing this. He will vilify every female and chooses to sample them s*xually, and probably vice versa? Chooses to sample then gets rid of them, and probably plans to get rid of them and samples them s*xually. 5:33 pmpdt another thing I did when I was a teen I found a realistic styled fairy 🧚‍♂️ and without permission I inverted the colors (black became white and white (head pain woozy 5:35 pmpdt) became black) used in I think in an aol hometown webpage. I didn’t make any money 💰 with it and didn’t have the intentions of making money 💰 with it. I thought 💭 it was pretty and wanted to use it. I wasn’t selling anything. It was a silly webpage a little I think 💭 about myself? Like an extended aol profile. 5:38 pmpdt I can’t remember well but that’s what it probably was. 5:39 pmpdt

incubus is yelling “no” at me. He sometimes uses this to trick me into neglecting myself I think 💭 (pain diarrhea? 😖😭🐒💨) 5:41 pmpdt

5:57 5:58 pmpdt back then on aol I think I never put my last name. Or my middle name. I put my initials in my screen name. But I think 🤔 I was 15 years old and not yet thinking 💭 about selling stuff bcz I was shy? 6 pmpdt skull 💀 pain and more difficulty breathing. 6:01 pmpdt

6:02 pmpdt I think 💭 I heard a trumpet 🎺? Is this a sign 🪧 of my death ☠️???? 6:03 pmpdt

6:12 pmpdt 😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵 chest tightness slight. I guess it’s going to get harder more tight soon. 6:13 pmpdt I think 💭 fell asleep 😴 asleep 💤 after I imagined “Brendan” pulling up 🆙 in my driveway or a driveway near mine or a parking spot and imagining myself going down (right kneecap pain sharp 6:15 pmpdt) to his car 🚗. At the time I was able to do a complete butterfly 🦋 pose with my legs 🦵 knees touching the bed 🛌 while laying down. 6:17 pmpdt I drove for miles and miles and wound up 🆙 at your door 🚪 (acid throat pain 6:17 pmpdt) I’ve had you so many times but some how I want mooore 🎶🎼🎵🎤🎸 what type of more? A deeper relationship? Marriage? A different vag? 6:19 pmpdt ambiguous? 6:19 6:20 pmpdt that was 2001 after March and b4 December 25th. 6:20 pmpdt with incubus money 💰 he could probably fly back and forth as frequently as he wants btwn the east end west coasts. 6:21 6:22 pmpdt

6:22 pmpdt I think *I* fell asleep ... 6:23 pmpdt

7:10 pmpdt spine? Pain. I think 💭 my muffin top is due partially to lose of bone 🦴. And partially to being overweight. I’ve gained weight even though I probably ate ≈one meal a day for months. 7:12 pmpdt usually the brain 🧠 pain! 7:12 pmpdt more I complain on here the worse it gets for me. But b4 I did much complaining other than being on the impression that the incubus was a prisoner of his wife and he really wanted to be with me and that it wasn’t fair that we never got a chance to try, that was basically the start of the complaints and then it turned into health complaints? I think 💭 that’s all I remember at the moment. Sometimes other memories pop up later after I write something. And sometimes it is an altered version of the memory. It’s hard to trust them when they do that: edit alter memory which is dishonesty on their part. 7:16 pmpdt

7:27 pmpdt I’ve seen a dog 🐶 wipe his paws 🐾 on a rug to clean 🧽 his paws 🐾 b4 coming back inside. Maybe Sophie gave herself baths 🛁? 7:29 pmpdt maybe 🤔 Q paid some one? Idk 🤷🏻‍♀️ 7:30 🕢 pmpdt

7:31 pmpdt left hip bone 🦴 pain 😖😭🥵😭 diarrhea back of head pain. I have to find that fuse YouTube video again. 7:32 pmpdt

8:33 pmpdt watch?v=ihyYJk_4-cQ

could be L instead of i. ⬆️ YouTube

8:37 pmpdt he has many excuses to tear me down to death ☠️. Being an incubus he has too much power to make everything in his favor. 8:38 pmpdt 😤😥😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵

[reidsnose]

doodles

overview: reader doodles on her hands a lot and spencer has to give into the temptation of coloring it in

genre: flufffffff

a/n: sorry ive havent posted a fic in like a week, ive been in quite a slump but i had this idea well after midnight but i just had to write it so lmk what u guys think of this one :)

masterlist

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doodling on your hands: a once nervous habit that had seeped into your everyday life and now is just a regular habit. nearly everyday you would come to work with clean hands and get home with a mini art gallery on your non dominant one.

Spencer admired this from the moment he noticed it. at first he thought you had a tattoo but when you came back the next day with it completely gone, he was a tad confused, only to catch you doodling on that very same hand a couple hours later on the jet. he thought maybe it was an occasional thing, a habit you'd quit once you got better situated into the team, but after nearly a year you still left work almost everyday with some cutesy sketches drawn on your hand.

Spencer found himself looking forward to your doodles, imagining in his head what you might draw each day, and thinking of all the colors you would add if you had the time. being the great profiler that he is, he noticed a pattern: you subconsciously correlated your doodles with your mood.

after especially hard cases or just bad days you always drew roses.

when you were very happy you drew all sorts of fruits.

anxiousness bore little swampy creatures and lily pads.

tired days filled your hands with random, intricate designs that you didn't even have to try hard to make.

and content was anything else.

he was so impressed and absolutely adored your little coping mechanism. watching you concentrate on making those teeny pieces of art simply for your own pleasure was definitely a sight to see. the way your eyebrows furrowed and tongue poked out a bit was absolutely positively adorable. and soon he had noticed that he was looking forward less to the doodles and more to watching you draw them. and after that he began looking forward to just you.

you were sat on the jet with your back to the corner of the last seat on the plane, creating a pattern of roses on the back of your hand. Spencer plopped down in the seat next to you, growing tired of watching from so far away.

"that bad, huh?" he asked, noticing the type of flower you were gracing your hand with.

"hm?" you looked up, confused.

"you only doodle roses on bad days." he explained, pointing to your hand.

"what? no i don't!" you defended, " i just think roses are neat."

to be fair, you were having a bad day but he could've profiled that without the doodle. he cant be right, can he? there was no way you had a mood system for your doodles! unless there was.

"repetitive strokes are therapeutic, so roses being rough days make sense. the spiral in the middle followed by however many layered petals you want is a perfectly repetitive while still interesting enough to doodle."

"if i didn't know any better i'd say you've been spying on me, Dr. Reid," you teased, enjoying the slight rouge that appeared on his cheeks.

"what! no! i'm- i'm a profiler i notice patterns! i just- spying sounds creepy." he stammered.

"ok. how about admiring." you jabbed, turning a little red yourself.

"fine. but you know coloring helps too." he flipped back to the old topic of conversation.

"unfortunately i only have the standard blue, black and red ink."

"roses are red." he chuckled.

"interesting point," you bent down and reached into your bag, pulling out a red pen and handing it to him, "knock yourself out."

"what?" he looked at you slightly bewildered.

"coloring is therapeutic, you said it yourself. and you and i both know that you need something to relax you after a case like that. we all do." you explained, trying to be as nonchalant as you could knowing his skin would touch yours.

he grabbed the pen and clicked it open, coloring smoothly and slowly inside the lines you had already made in black, careful not to go over them and smudge the ink. you and him both tried your best to ignore the warmth shooting through your bodies from every place your hands touched. his fingertips lightly grazing your knuckles as he worked.you worked your way up your arm, giving you both space to work and by the time you landed, you had a half sleeve garden of surprisingly well colored (and somehow shaded) red roses.

you went home that night and bought a pack of colorful (washable) pens, hoping this little rose garden with him wasn't a one time thing. and even if it was, you would want to add your own pop of color to your doodles.

thankfully it wasn't.

you and Spencer found yourselves drawing and coloring on your hand a lot. he would catch you doing it and pop in over your shoulder just to add a touch of color where he thought it fit. and you began to feel sad washing off what the two of you had created that day, feeling nostalgic for time that has hardly passed.

and sometimes on the jet you would get tired of your own skin, so you would draw little doodles on his hand, often times leaving a little heart at the base of his thumb. these little hearts he avoided washing off for as long as he possibly could because they felt like a part of you was always with him. he started doing the same thing to your hand, a sort of signature the two of you shared.

most days, the doodles on your hands were pretty much fully colored in.

but now Spencer began to worry. what if you get ink poisoning because of his coloring? sure, the risk was statistically low, improbable even; but never zero. so one night after work he went out and bought a little sketchbook and on the front he scrawled,

"y/n's super duper special sketchbook"

upon receiving it, after giving him a hug he never wanted to let go of, you took a sharpie and started editing the title he had given it. so it now read:

"y/n and Spencer's super duper special sketchbook"

the two of you used up a whole page that day, front and back filled with all types of fruits. Spencer smiled to himself, knowing this had made you very happy. you took a second to take a step back and admire him doing the very thing he admired you for. and you understood why; he just looked so precious and you suddenly realized you craved the feeling of his hand touching yours. so you leaned over and drew a little black heart at the base of his thumb. he looked up at you, smiling widely before returning a red heart to the base of your thumb.

and you guys tore through that book, using a page a day and filling it cover to cover in no time. your own personal handmade coloring book. it turned out to be both of your most prized possessions, a pang of sadness filling your chests as you finished the last page.

you felt bad taking it home with you that night, wondering if maybe Spencer wanted to keep it. maybe you should keep it at work so you can both have it. thats the fair thing to do. you looked down, smiling sadly at the little red heart on your hand.

he did want to keep it. but he had a better idea in mind. he looked down, smiling excitedly at the little black heart on his hand.

the next day when you arrived to work all your worries were solved. on your desk laid a new sketch book entitled:

"y/n and Spencer's super duper special sketchbook: volume ii"

you laughed as you read a small lilac post it note that said, "i want to keep this one please" signed with a little red heart in the corner.

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[haileybeehappy]

Ashton Irwin - Tinder

You meet up with some mystery man from tinder. Things go perfectly right.

Lots and lots of smut

(Bad smut but it's smut. First time really writing in a long time)

Please give me feedback

word count - 2.1k

You hated it but you were a horny fuck. You were swiping through tinder and one of the profiles catches your eye. There were no pictures of his face but multiple of his body. You were very very attracted to him. He had some simple moon tattoos on his arms. Some smaller ones on his hands that you couldn’t see because of the positioning of the photo. You swipe right. The two of you don’t match right away but a few minutes later as you’re contemplating swiping on another fella you get a new match and a new message.

Hey beautiful

Well hello handsome

What you on here for?

The usual, one night stands but secretly hoping to fall in love?

Oh, that’s the usual?

I thought that was known

Well, maybe we could meet up and see how it works out?

Sounds like a plan.

You free tonight?

Are you?

For you? Definitely.

Well then, wanna meet up?

I have a hotel room at the Garden Inn, room 220. See you soon?

Yeah, give me an hour.

See you soon princess.

I’ll let the front desk know. Last Name Irwin

You were shocked that you were doing this. Here you were shaving your legs to go meet a man you’ve never met that could potentially murder you. You took a whole fifty minutes and now you look and smell of a snack. Shaving every hair off your body, except the obvious. Luckily you had your… Lowers waxed a few days ago. You also moisturized from head to toe and curled your hair the best you could in twenty minutes. Then you were on your way. You made sure you had your mini taser and mace. Better to be embarrassed than dead.

You found your way to the hotel. It was a nice ass hotel. Like Valet and security guards, the lady at the front desk gave you a look when you entered. You weren’t exactly expecting such a nice hotel. You were in some jeans that were a size too tight and a very revealing top. You knew she knew what you were here for.

“Um, my friend is staying here. Room 220, Last name Irwin,” She pretended to type something into the computer. Looked back and forth between you and the screen.

“West wing on the left,” She turned her head to her coworker and mouthed something and giggled. You just ignored her and moved up to the room. It took you a solid ten minutes to find the room. It took a minute until you built up the courage to knock. He opened the door and you were stunned. He was beautiful. He had jet black hair and wearing just a pair of black skinny jeans and tank. He had tattoos on his arms and he was holding a glass of amber liquid.

“Hi,” you squeaked out. He smiled and moved out of the way and made room for you to enter the room. You quickly brisked in and he closed the door behind him.

“You are very brave,” He joked. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?”

“Yeah, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do,” he nods knowingly and moves further into the room. You follow him, you put your bag in a chair near the bed. You sit on the bed, scootching up to the headboard.

“So? Have you done this before?” You ask.

“Will you leave if I say yes?”

“No, probably not,” you smile. He sets his cup down on the side table and turns to you.

“Sorry, I’ve just never done anything like this before. I honestly don’t know what to do,” He sits at the end of the bed.

“Well we can just get into it or we can make it awkward and watch a movie and cuddle and eventually fuck?” He cracks a smile and stands back up pulling the tank top over his head with one hand from the nape of his neck.

“Might as well just jump in,” You let out a laugh and bring yourself up to your knees and waddle walk over to him on your knees.

“Lets jump in,” He grabs you by the back of your neck and molds his lips to yours. You gasp into his mouth. You bring your hands up his body feeling the muscles in his abdomen. His arms move down your back, grasp your ass and he lifts you up.

“Oh fuck,” You yelp. He smiles into the kiss and then tosses you back onto the bed. You land and he's already crawling over you. He’s up on his knees looking down on you. You feel like prey being hunted.

“You have no idea what you’re in for,” He growls. His hands are hooked into the sides of your jeans.

“Show me,” you taunt. With that he pulls the jeans down your legs and throws them off the bed. He yanks you down and brings himself face level to your clothed cunt. He looks at you with a raised brow like he was asking permission. You give him a nod and instantly starts kissing your thighs. Your knees fell to the side and his hands grazed over the outside of your thighs and you could feel the calluses on the palms of his hands. His kisses over your center. His hands hook your panties. You lift your hips and allow him to pull the fabric off your body.

“Fucking beautiful,” He mutters more to himself than to you. Your hand goes down to his head and you push his face into you. You can feel him smile against you as he begins to lick at you. Your head falls back to the pillow and porn star like moans fall from your lips. You had never really been a fan of being eaten out but this man knew what he was doing.

“Please don’t stop,” you fist his hair in your hand and push his face harder into you. He lets out a groan, you pull your hand off his head thinking he wants you to stop. He gets up to look at you and brings your hand back to his head.

“You don’t stop either,” You smile down at him and nod. You pull at his hair as he continues his gold work. You then feel his fingers playing at your entrance. Your hips thrust at the motion and he obliges and pushes into you.

“Oh fuck,” his fingers curve inside of your wetness and push against your G spot almost instantly. Your back raises off the bed, your hands move from his head to the sheets grasping the fabric needing to ground yourself to something before you float away. He keeps hitting all your perfect spots before you are just before your orgasm he stops and pulls himself away from you.

“Fuck you,” You groan. A shit eating, well pussy eating grin across his face.

“That’s what I’m trying to do sweetheart,” He jumps off the bed and undoes the button on his jeans and slips them down his legs. His boxers soon follow. He pulls you to the edge of the bed and you let out a yelp. “Shirt off, please,” He gestures to your top. You pull the top off your body and your breasts fall free of the restraints.

“Fuck,” He pushes you back onto the bed and his hands bring yours up above your head and he holds them there pinned. His other hands drift to your nipple and begins to play with the sensitive flesh.

“Please I just want to feel you,” You whimper. He begins kissing your neck.

“Ask and you shall receive,” He turns and runs to the bathroom and you let out a laugh at him scampering out naked. He comes back with a small foil packet in hand. He comes to the edge of the bed and you smile and sit up. He stands in front of you and you reach out and grasp him in your hand. You pump him a few times and bring your mouth to him, you look up at and you wrap your lips around his tip.

“Thought you wanted to feel me,” He groans through gritted teeth. Your mouth leaves his member with a pop.

“I just wanted a taste,” you grab the condom from his hand and rip the packaging open. Placing it on his cock and rolling it down his length. He pushes you back onto the bed and crawls over you. He pokes at your entrance. “Just fuck me already,” you basically scream.

“Yes ma’am,” with that he pushes into you. Bottoms out, without letting you adjust he begins to pump into you.

“Fuck you’re huge,” your hands grasp around his back and you dig your nails into his back. Pulling down his back hopefully leaving red marks. He attaches himself to your neck and begins sucking at the sensitive skin. “Please, harder,” You whine into his ear.

“You’re mine, you understand?” You nod. “Tell me,”

“I’m yours, all yours,” He groans.

“Such a pretty little slut, taking daddy’s cock so good,” He brings himself up, supporting him on one arm and the other wraps around your throat. You grab his hand and squeeze it around giving him permission. He lets out a moan and begins thrusting harder.

“Daddy please,” You moan out and he pulls out, grabs you by your hips and flips you over. He pulls you back to the edge of the bed. And buries himself in you. He grabs your ass and digs fingers in. “Hurt me,” He brings his hand down and slaps your ass. again and again and again syncing it with his thrusts.

“If you keep, fuck,” he lays another smack on you. “If you keep squeezing me like that I’m going to come,” you squeeze him tightly. He smacks your ass a few more time then grasps your sore cheek in his hands. You feel his hips sputter. He reaches around to your front and plays with your clit. With the stinging of your ass, him playing with your clit and ramming into your G spot you come undone around him.

“Fuck daddy please,” The feeling of you coming makes him tip over the edge. He stills after a few second and pressing himself harder into you. You collapse into the bed and he follows in suit. Laying next to you. He pulls you into him, you rest your head on his chest,

“That was amazing,” You sigh. Your body relaxes for the first time in a long time.

“It was great,” his hand rubs along your back running his finger up and down your spine. “Please tell me you have another round in you?” You shake your head and he lets out a little laugh.

“I need a nap first,” He pulls you on top of him.

“Sounds like a plan princess,” You nestle yourself into his chest. You feel your body become heavy and your eyes begin to close. His hand is still running along your back and he has begun to hum. The feeling and nature of it all makes you feel safe and completely comfortable. You usually never fall asleep after a one night stand but they’re never this good. Just as your body sets into sleep you feel him turn you over and he’s holding you.

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You wake up and the man from last nights arms are wrapped around your waist. Damn this man fucked the daylight out of you and you don’t know his name. Only Irwin. Hm. Oops.

You lift your body up and look at the alarm clock. The green numbers display the time 3:40. You go to pull yourself away from him but his grasp tightens around you.

“You can’t sneak away from me,” He mumbles into your shoulder.

“I’m just trying to pee,” He scoffs and releases you.

“Come back soon,” He turns and wraps his arms around a pillow. You rush off to the bathroom and do your business. You stand naked in front of the mirror. Your neck and breasts are covered in red splotches. You like the fact that he has marked you as his even though you know nothing of the man. You turn your body and see the soft pink marks on your ass.

“Fuck,” You see the man apear in the mirror behind you. His hands go and grasp your ass.

“Good morning,” His hair is in disarray. You lean against him.

“I still don’t know your name,” You grasp his hand in yours in front of your body. You’re looking at his through the mirror.

“Ashton,” He smiles and kisses the top of your head.

“Cute,” He pulls you back into the bedroom and you both fall into the bed.

“Now, round two?” a laugh escapes your lips and you nod.

“Yes please,”

[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

Can i request the Brothers with mc who is shy and likes to hide behind them when there scared.

Brothers With A Shy GN!MC (Headcanons)

Lucifer

He wanted to start taking you with him to his meetings with Lord Diavolo. You were important to him, just as Lord Diavolo was, and he liked having the two most important people in his life in the same room. Plus, having you there would help make him feel a little less stressed and way less overwhelmed by the way that Lord Diavolo acted.

Walking to the castle was one thing, his fingers slid between your own and holding your hand tightly. He could have just zapped the two of you to the castle, but he really enjoyed the calm, quiet walks he had with you. When the two of you got to the castle, he didn’t even realize at first that you were slowly inching your way further and further behind his back. Barbatos wasn’t exactly scary, he just gave off this… vibe… it was hard to put your finger on.

Once Lord Diavolo came out though, that’s when he noticed that his arm was now completely bent behind his back, as were you, and you were holding his hand so tightly, if you were any stronger you’d probably cut off the circulation in his fingers.

He held up his finger to Lord Diavolo, silently asking for a second so that he could talk to you in private, pulling you to the side and out of earshot of everyone else in the room. His smile was soft and warm as he listened to you, nodding slowly and thinking of ways that he could make this easier for you.

“If you’d like to go back to the house, I absolutely understand, dear. I wouldn’t mind keeping you on my lap though, if that would make you feel better. Whatever makes you comfortable, I’ll do it for you.”

Mammon

You were unsure whether he was capable of being shy. It would probably be strange for someone like him to feel that way. He was a model, he was in magazines, he had photoshoots lined up for the next year and a half. You never questioned whether he felt that way because he never gave you a reason to. He was outgoing, boisterous, and easily excitable.

His modeling gigs were a big thing for him, something that he wanted you to be a part of as well. Not in front of the camera obviously, well, unless you wanted to be in the pictures with him. The main reason he didn’t want you to be in the magazines with him though is because he didn’t want any other demons looking at you. Not that he’d ever have to worry about that.

He walked into the warehouse with you, the lights were bright and everything was… so much… It was a lot to take in. You didn’t know how he could possibly handle that at all, so much attention, it seemed scary. Showing you around wasn’t bad, but then he started introducing you to people and you couldn’t handle that. You slowly moved to stand behind Mammon, holding onto his shirt and trying to hide your face in his back. He turned around to look at you, kind of confused with the way you were acting. Your voice was low and timid as you explained and his eyes went soft as he started dragging you towards the exit.

“I didn’t know yer that shy, babe. I wouldn’ta pulled ya out here if I did. We’re goin’ back home, I didn’t need those pics anyway. Come on.”

Leviathan

If there was anyone as shy as you were, it was Levi. The guy hated leaving the house and being in public settings as much as you did, but when it came up that he was meeting with a couple of the demons that he played online with and he wanted you to come you almost choked on your water.

Of all the brothers, you never once expected that he’d be the one who wanted you to go out and be around people that you didn’t know at all, like, not even one little bit. You had heard him talk to these people so many times, but you didn’t know one thing about them, and now you were supposed to sit at a restaurant with like, five of them and stay the entire time? You were already slightly panicking just at the thought of it.

You were practically shaking as the both of you walked up to the restaurant, scooching further and further behind Levi until you couldn’t be seen by anyone in front of him, and hopefully by none of his friends either. He took a second to look around the restaurant, spotting his friends who all waved in his direction, and then he looked beside himself only to see that you weren’t there. Mini panic attack, but once he sees you behind him he lets out a sigh of relief, shoving his hands in his pockets while looking back and forth between you and the table full of his online friends.

He didn’t waste a minute, shaking his head to his friends before walking back out of the restaurant with you next to him instead of behind him.

“I didn’t want to be there either. We’ll order Akudonalds… marathon an anime, alright? Just the two of us. We’re never doing something like that again.”

Satan

Interacting with people was such a hassle, and he felt like he lost half of his IQ points whenever he had to even be around any other than you and certain brothers that he can actually tolerate. That’s why when Lucifer told him about some silly formal event at Lord Diavolos castle, he did everything, literally everything to try to get out of it.

Much to both of your disappointments, there was nothing either of you could do to not go. To Satan it sounded lame, and to you, it sounded absolutely awful. Having to get dressed up and be around a bunch of people, a bunch of demons who probably didn’t like you in the first place because you were a human. Nope, it sounded like a nightmare and you’d very much like to take a sick day and just not go.

The both of you walked into the castle, arm in arm. The main foyer was already packed with demons dressed in their finest, and even if they weren’t looking at you, it sure as hell felt like they were. It was hard to move behind Satan's back with the way your arms were connected, but that didn’t stop you from unhooking your arm and moving behind him anyway. You didn’t want to be looked at by anyone but him, and now he was definitely looking at you.

Explaining to him was easy, and while he obviously cared about how you felt right now, it was also a great excuse to get out of there.

“I promise, when we get back to the house, we’ll sit by the fire in the library, and I’ll read to you all the books you want me to. But first…thank you for this wonderful reason to not have to be here. Let’s go.”

Asmodeus

The two of you were polar opposites in the social department, and while most people would think that would be a problem, it was actually really nice. You balanced each other out, and he was always mindful of how you felt in social settings.

Taking walks with him wasn’t something that you could do often considering he was a high profile demon, basically celebrity status. On the very rare occasion that you could walk together down the streets of the Devildom, he and you took full advantage of it. You knew that you didn’t have a lot of time to enjoy it though, there would always be the one fan who would cause a scene, and then a mob of other demons would start running in your direction and he’d quickly have to get you home. It wasn’t all that bad, but it did become irritating and having that many people come at you at once was always a nightmare.

This walk was no different, and as soon as you saw the first demon, heard the first squeal, you shifted yourself to stand behind him, squeezing your eyes shut and waiting for it all to end. You felt his hand reach back to grab your own, comforting you as he dealt with the fans that had circled you.

He turned to you as soon as they were dispersed, smiling sweetly at you as he brushed his thumb across your cheek.

“Perhaps next time we’ll take a stroll through the garden instead. How does that sound, my love? Just the two of us, under the stars… I’ll pick your outfit and everything! We’ll both look beautiful!”

Beelzebub

Being the center of attention wasn’t a big deal to him, it neither made him happy or upset him. His ability to focus on something that was most important to him and completely ignore the world around him was a gift, one that you wished that you could obtain.

His favorite places were either being with you and Belphie, or being at the gym, and he came up with the sweetest idea that instead of having his two favorite things at two different times, why not just bring his favorite people to his favorite place?! To him it was the best idea he’s ever had, but to you it was the craziest thing you’ve ever heard. The gym? With a bunch of other demons? Demons who might look at you? Absolutely not. You were still adjusting to being with Beel in the same room as Belphie when it was movie night… and you knew the guy!

Of course, you loved Beel, so you weren’t going to turn down his offer, especially since he seemed so happy about it. It wouldn’t hurt to test the waters a little bit, try to get used to things. No harm in trying… right? Wrong. As soon as you got in, everyone in the place came up to Beel, asking him about weights and spotting and a bunch of other gym things that you couldn’t even focus on because the only thing you could hear more clearly than their words was your heart pounding in your chest.

He could see you move behind him out of the corner of his eye and he felt bad… he felt really bad. He didn’t even question you until he got you out of the gym and back to the house.

“I’m sorry, honey… I’ll have a rest day, and I’ll spend it here with you. We can have snacks and movies, or we can just… snuggle…? Would you like that?”

Belphegor

This man hated being out in public probably more than you did. Not because he was particularly shy, he just hated people that weren’t you or Beel. It was a logical reason, one that you understood, and you didn’t blame him for it. You’d much rather stay in the attic with him all day than have to actually face anyone.

His brothers had different plans for the both of you, and by his brothers, it was just Mammon who wanted to spend time with his little brother. You were all for staying home while Mams took Belphie out, but he refused to let you stay home. If he had to leave the house, so did you. Neither of you were happy about it, but Mammon seemed so excited, and Belphie found out that he didn’t have to pay for anything, so it might actually be worth it… might. He’s not banking on it.

Apparently there was a fair going through the Devildom and Mammon thought that it would be something that Belphie would like… all the noise and lights and… He actually thought it was something that Belphie would enjoy. It’s the thought that counts though, and Mammon really wanted to spend time with Belphie so you couldn’t hate the guy for trying by good god the place was packed. It was awful, and it was loud, and there were people everywhere. It was a nightmare on steroids, the only thing worse would be having to make a public speech in front of all these people.

You didn’t just hide behind Belphie’s back, you got behind him and wrapped your arms as tightly around him as you possibly could, not wanting to get swept away in the sea of people. What better way than to become a statue in the middle of the walk way? He chuckled softly, patting your hands as he called out to Mammon to tell him he was going home before turning around and walking leaving the fairgrounds.

“Don’t change. Never change… and go with me everywhere my brothers force me to go… okay? I really like having you around.”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 308: VIBE: CHECKED

Previously on BnHA: Lots and lots of Shindou idk what else to tell you.

Today on BnHA: Tired Nomad Deku rescues Shindou from Muscular, and us from Shindou. Muscular is all “OH BOY I SURE CAN’T WAIT TO FIGHT DEKU AGAIN AFTER HE TOTALLY KICKED MY ASS THE LAST TIME!! I’M SURE THIS TIME WILL GO DIFFERENTLY SEEING AS HE’S HAD ALMOST AN ENTIRE YEAR’S WORTH OF ADDITIONAL TRAINING, AND ALSO HAS SIX FOURQUIRKS NOW, IN ADDITION TO THE CONFIDENCE THAT COMES WITH HAVING EIGHT OTHER PEOPLE’S SOULS CHILLING OUT INSIDE HIM OFFERING MORAL SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGEMENT.” Deku is all, “[kicks Muscular’s ass effortlessly].” Muscular is all, “[gets his ass totally kicked].” I for one am very satisfied with this, and with respect to all, I would like to hereby declare this post a discourse-free zone. I’m just happy to see my son out here making good use of his FOURQUIRKS, and more importantly beating Muscular in less than seventeen pages so we can all go on with our lives lol.

damn Deku since when were you allowed to look this cool

from this perspective and with the smoke, cape, backpack, and mask more or less obscuring his actual profile, he looks less like a sixteen-year-old boy and more like a grownass man

OH SNAP

we got a glimpse of this in the cleaned-up scan of 307, but seeing both of his eyes looking so distinctively All Might-esque here is... whoa. I mean we know that his face still looks pretty normal underneath the mask and he doesn’t actually have the black sclera, but still, this is an awesome look. mini-Might

lol Muscular

you and me both. I mean no offense, but yeah

so Deku is just standing there silently

typical Deku. tight-lipped and expressionless. mum’s the word. quiet as a mouse. silent as a grave

okay no but seriously this is so weird and creepy though you guys. Deku please say something or else I’m just gonna mindlessly say whatever stupid things come into my head in an effort to make things less awkward

so Muscular is all “I should probably make a cool speech about revenge but Horikoshi couldn’t think of anything good so I’m just going to stand here clenching my fist real slowly”

“I’m not here to go on a monologue” he says, as he monologues about not monologuing

okay you guys I confess I have only read through/watched the Deku VS Muscular fight once because the arm-breaking is just way too uncomfortable for me to revisit. and so as a result, I have completely forgotten Whatever The Deal Is with Muscular’s eye lmao so let me go look it up real quick

okay so it’s a prosthetic, obviously, and he changes it out according to his mood. that part does sound familiar. I just can’t remember which eye is supposed to indicate which mood. don’t tell me I actually have to go back and reread this shit

lol I’m skimming through chapter 75 now and remembering/realizing that I hardly paid any attention to this the first time around because as soon as I found out the villains were after Kacchan my brain was like “TIME TO FOCUS ON THIS AND ONLY THIS NOW AND FOREVER” and yeah. ah memories

anyway so he started out with the flower-looking eye, and then later on he was all

which begs the question, how on earth could I have ever forgotten the most ridiculous panel I’ve ever read lmao

anyway, but so after all of that, I'm only just now realizing that this isn't one of his previous eye prosthetics in the current chapter; this is an ACTUAL FUCKING ROCK that he's just randomly shoved into his eye socket fkdsjlk

so basically (1) I did all of that painstaking research for nothing, five whole minutes of my life wasted THANKS A LOT, and (2) what, and I have never meant this more emphatically, THE FUCK

anyway so now he's leaping at the building that Deku is standing on top of. but he’s not aiming anywhere near Deku though, wtf

(ETA: HAHA YOU BROKE ALL YOUR MUSCLES YOU LOSER.)

...huh

lmao okay then. I hope those annoying citizens in the building next door are watching this go down and rethinking their life choices

dlkdkljk

just keep standing there pressed right up against the window, why don’t you. “WHAT’S GOING ON THIS SUPER CLOSE COLLAPSING BUILDING IS BLOCKING OUR VIEW.” well, folks, we’ve long since known there’s a critical shortage of hero and villain brain cells, but what we’re learning now is that civilian brain cells are also in short supply

OH THANK GOD DEKU IS FINALLY TALKING THAT WAS ACTUALLY UNSETTLING AS FUCK

SO HE’S STILL OUR GOOD, POLITE, WORRIED, CONSIDERATE DEKU UNDERNEATH THAT COOL AND MYSTERIOUS VENEER. for real, thank fuck, because I swear to god if he suddenly started acting like the Dekus in all of the vigilante AUs my interest in this series would have dropped something like 50% lol. just because he dropped out of school and ran away from home and is currently dressed like the physical manifestation of a Linkin Park playlist doesn’t mean he’s not still the WORLD’S BIGGEST DORK okay

I MEAN, THIS RIGHT HERE. THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT. HE’S APOLOGIZING FOR THE DELAY

PLEASE FIND THE ATTACHED SHINDOU YOU REQUESTED. BEST REGARDS!!!

OH MY GOD WHY IS HE SUCH A BADASS

something about making bold, confident statements while obscured in smoke?? idk but damn it fucking works

ffjkkl

more importantly, should you tell him you actually need your copy of Shindou in excel format and not pdf?? on the one hand you don’t want to sound ungrateful, but on the other hand what are you even supposed to do with this

this chapter so far consists of like 50% smoke, but on the other hand Deku VS Kacchan 2 had a lot of cinematic smoke too so who am I to complain

OMG IS IT HIS ARMS

IDK DID YOU?! TELL ME YOUR SECRETS. PLEASE, AT SOME POINT THIS FIGHT HAS GOT TO ACTUALLY ADVANCE THE PLOT

OHHHHHHH

IT’S EN’S QUIRK!! OH MY GOD OKAY THAT’S ACTUALLY AWESOME

I CAN HEAR THE SOUND OF DISCOURSE RUMBLING IN THE BACKGROUND BUT I DON’T CARE LOL. WON’T CATCH ME EVER SAYING NO TO ANOTHER SIXQUIRK. GO AHEAD, BRING THEM ON, I WANT TO SEE THEM ALL but take it easy though Deku. don’t want to give yourself lung cancer or anything

also it’s good to see that in a very real sense he’s not fighting alone. the Vestiges really did mean it when they said they could appear more easily now. this is on a whole other level

so is this whole next page still En talking, or someone else? because whoever it is sure is chatty

okay, several things

pretty sure it is En, because he keeps saying “I suppose.” for someone who never said two words until one page ago, this guy sure never shuts up. we can’t all follow Muscular’s lead I suppose. oh my god now I’m doing it too

really like the suggestion of Deku using the SIXQUIRKS like tools in an arsenal, because that’s what he’s good at! it’s almost like he’s been training for this his entire life. “you value quirks too much” LOOK HE JUST THINKS THEY’RE COOL OKAY IS THAT A CRIME

where the fuck did all this rope come from

not gonna ask what the fuck that thing is sticking out from the back of his utility belt. Horikoshi will surely explain this

is that a fucking jetpack. I’m sorry Deku were six fucking quirks not enough for you. you can fucking float??? but JUST TO BE SAFE, LET’S STRAP A PAIR OF ROCKETS TO OUR SHOULDERS IDK

-- or wait, is this all supposed to be like a visual representation of En’s metaphor?? OH MY GOD AM I JUST STUPID LOL, DON’T ANSWER THAT. NEVER MIND. NEW LIST!!

rope = blackwhip

jetpack = float

radio = danger sense

and so I’m guessing that this ridiculously phallic thing is supposed to be a flare or something?? and that = the new quirk, smokescreen. well that was a fucking ride lmao we now return you to our regularly scheduled chapter

so now Deku is floating to his heart’s content and thinking that he’ll just sneak up on Muscular and vibe check his ass or whatever

WOOOOOOOO DANGER SENSE YESSSS I LOVE THIS FOR HIM

okay guys, I'm gonna press pause here for a sec to make a serious note, because I am loving the shit out of this, but tbh I'm having trouble enjoying it as much as I want to because I keep getting anxious thinking about the discourse. I know that a lot of the fandom has very strong opinions on Deku's character development one way or the other, and I want to respect that. but I also really have no spoons to debate this topic at all beyond what I’ve already weighed in on. so if it’s all the same to everyone, I plan on staying out of this discussion, at least this week

anyway! that said, YEAH BOI GET HIS ASS

VIBE: CHECKED. CURB: STOMPED. HOTEL: TRIVAGO

-- OF COURSE HE’S STILL FUCKING FINE LOL HE CRASHES INTO BUILDINGS FOR FUN IDK WHAT I WAS EXPECTING

dammit Muscular. how many fucking quirks does it take to beat you?! the annoying thing is that even with all of his cool new powers, Deku is still something of a mismatch against him. anyway r.i.p. to all these poor buildings

OOOOOHHHHH

you guys have no idea how intrigued I am at the prospect of watching Deku try to play both good cop and bad cop here lmao

anyway so Muscular says he doesn’t know, go figure

“I’m not here to make small talk or anything” he says as he small talks about not small talking

OH MY GOD DEKU

are you really gonna talk no jutsu all of these villains from now on?? that last battle really did have a profound impact on you, huh! interesting

you guys he’s really doing it omg

Deku this guy tried to murder a five-year-old literally just for fun. I mean more power to you, but holy shit you’re really gonna try to defeat Muscular with anger management therapy huh

I MEAN

WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THAT RESPONSE COMING dlkjslkjk

FUCK’S SAKE DEKU, I KNOW YOU MEAN WELL BUT THEY CAN’T ALL HAVE TRAGIC PASTS KIDDO

but. I have to admit, I do still like that he tried. probably knew just as well as we did what the end result was going to be, but still. he made the effort in good faith and I respect that

uh oh

why do I get the feeling Muscular just got a whole lot deader

oh my god oh my god he’s doing the “powering up” stance ffff don’t fucking tell me you can still use your fucking arms here, Deku

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY WHAT’S THIS??

okay so basically he’s saying that whatever it was he sensed in Tomura, he doesn’t sense from Muscular. which, yeah, that sounds exactly right. good judge of character here lol

AHHHHAHAHA YESS

WHOOPS, GET FUCKED I GUESS

WOOOOHOOOOOOOO

lmao so apparently this is the belated result of Shindou’s attack from chapter 307?? I’ll be damned. good for you Shindou!! I always liked you buddy. please just take my word on that and don’t fact check that statement

okay lol the one tiny bit of discourse I will allow is that it’s bullshit that he just did that with his right arm. like, I’ll fully acknowledge that. that makes no fucking sense, and I demand an explanation from the Great Plot Hole Filler himself. he’s never let us down before when it comes to continuity so I’m trusting him not to suddenly start now

that said, we love to see a rematch against a boring guy settled quickly and decisively within the span of a single chapter. THANK YOU

I like that Deku implies that his power is being a smart nerd who battles villains using the power of ANALYTICS. he basically didn’t do anything except restrain Muscular and wait for Shindou’s attack to take effect while halfheartedly checking to see if he regretted any of that murder and stuff

(ETA: and almost forgot to mention, he made excellent use of all four of his active SIXQUIRKS. it’s like the chapter title said; this is basically him fighting all-out, and it’s a sight to see.)

also, as cool as the mask was, this just feels right. like, we had our fun, now let us see his face, yes good

anyway, I think this was a good start towards establishing What’s Up With Deku Right Now! so if it’s all the same to Horikoshi, I would next like to take some time to explore Why’s Up With Deku. that, and What’s Up With Everyone Else, Especially Kacchan. por favor

[kauzebridgerton]

Describe your relationships with the DL Boys and the Ocs!

Wow! I have so many friends! I hope I don't forget anyone...

((Remembering that I'm going to talk about those with whom Kauze had the most contact or had a great first interaction (several reblogs in one RP ask), after all it wouldn't make sense for him to talk about someone who never spoke to him, or who only made a single reblog on RP, I hope you understand, and he also doesn't remember the new characters that were introduced to him in the mini event I'm doing))

@ruki--mukami is the best! He always takes care of me, helps me when I need it and always teaches me many things, for me he is the best vampire there is! Among the Mukamis and Sakamakis he is my favorite! Because he was never scary or mean to me! I love him and he is one of my best friends in the world!

@princesscrownprince Kai and Lukas are really nice to me! I miss them, but adults are pretty busy aren't they? I hope they take a little vacation and come see me! I love the way Lukas dresses and I'll never forget what he told me when I told him I wanted to be a hero! Oh! Oh! And Kai is so amazing! I love how he is always willing to play with me and take care of me! I hope to make them proud when I grow up.

@dj-diabolik-fan Mystic is awesome too! He always helps me when I need it, like a big brother, I love it when he explains something about the founders to me so I can get to know a little more about myself, he was one of the first people I met so he is also one of my favorites ! Oh! And about Kazuha... She's so amazing, like a perfect person! I also want to be perfect when I grow up! But I have to admit she's a little scary...

@the-timeless-founder I love Saeclus! He is very amazing! Apart from that he also takes great care of me, besides he is a founder! I feel like I can tell him anything, because he would super understand me! He seems to be very powerful even more than Carla and Shin! I hope that one day Saeclus can be my sensei and teach me a lot!

@fruit-of-infidelity Ryuuto is awesome too! I don't talk to him much, because he always seems to be very busy, other than that Karlheinz can show up at any time and that's pretty scary! But other than that, I really like Ryuuto because he is a great artist and he helped me paint a picture for Carla, since I met him, my drawings have improved a lot! And that's thanks to him! I hope to get a lot closer to him over time!

@iricathel I really like Irina! She is very kind! But I feel a little embarrassed talking to girls... That's why I almost never talk to her... Oh! Oh! But she has a really nice brother about my age! I hope to continue being close to her and making friends with her brother!

@mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat Kuron is really cool! At first I was scared of him... But I think everything will work out and we'll become good friends! Oh! He's also very stylish and handsome, I think he's famous for something... But I don't follow these things very well! He's also very good at picking out gifts so soon I'll buy him something to make him like me even more! his only flaw is that he likes Kou! yuck!

Kou (it's not a specific Kou, but my character was already "created" to hate Kou lol, it's no hate to anyone who has a Kou profile! 💕 ): Ew! yuck! How can I say something good about him?! He is very mean, fake and arrogant! He always ignores me and says bad things to me, I don't like it when he yells at me or says I'm stealing his place, because I would never want to be like him! He might as well tour the other side of the world!

@ask---shin---tsukinami I really like Shin! He was the first one who took me in and gave me a place to live! But I don't like it when he yells at me or doesn't let me make new friends...! I'm glad we finally got along and got it right! I love him and want to see him well, I miss him sometimes, maybe I will visit him one day!

((Sorry if I forgot someone :(

[vidavalor]

Sam's introversion and Tony's funeral SamBucky headcanon

I think there might be enough in the canon to go with the idea that Sam is an introvert. For people reading this who might think that being an introvert means being shy and therefore Sam can't be one, a super-short clarification: Introverts aren't all shy and they don't all dislike people. Many are actually very highly sensitive, empathetic people (like Sam) who care very deeply about others and the world. The difference between an introvert and an extrovert is related to from where they derive energy. Extroverts thrive on social interaction-- being with other people gives them extra energy. Introverts are the opposite of that. They like being with people but can't do it forever as it takes a lot of their energy, leaving them tired. They need more time alone to recharge after social interactions. Halfway between this are the ambiverts, who are a bit of both. (I'd classify Bucky as an ambivert.)

Sam leaves a party at like 9:30 in Age of Ultron and is seen needing to take a break alone as the cookout wrapped up in TFATWS. That and his general sense of having fewer but deeper friendships and being a quieter, private person really lend themselves to the idea that he's introverted. (Another reason why becoming Captain America with that elevated profile is a very stressful decision for him.) Introverts, by and large, do best in social settings where they either pretty much know everybody and so there's less stress (why Sam was more comfortable at the cookout than, say, the Avengers party) or where they're in smaller groups or one-on-one, where social interactions become less draining. Where I'm going with this is that Tony Stark's funeral would have been kind of a nightmare scenario for Sam if Bucky wasn't there.

The two people in the group that Sam knows the best and is the most comfortable with would have been Steve and Rhodey but both of them were very close to Tony and would have been spending more time in the family group with Pepper and things during the funeral than with Sam. Wanda has a tendency to drift between Sam and Clint and is closer to Clint. Sam has met basically everyone at the funeral and can make small talk and all that but he probably realized ahead of time that he was going to wind up feeling on his own there while the other little Avenger mini-families all kind of did their own thing. This, after just returning from being dead for five years and after losing another friend in Natasha, whose absence he'd really feel in this setting. I think Sam looked at this upcoming social interaction like all introverts do and he felt he definitely needed to go to be supportive of Steve and respectful to Tony's memory but he was dreading it and nervous.

This is how Bucky ended up going to the funeral.

I think that, originally, Bucky had no plans to go and literally everyone was fine with that. While everyone is nice enough to him and doesn't exactly blame him for killing Tony's parents and everyone would have said it was fine for him to go to the funeral, I'm sure that if he hadn't, no one would have been exactly heartbroken. It also probably wasn't going to be the easiest thing for Steve. So, how did Bucky end up at this thing?

The funeral took place a few days after the battle and, if Bucky had been planning on going, I think he would have figured out a suit, as he'd be looking to ruffle the fewest feathers possible and it's the more respectful option but, like others have pointed out a lot since Endgame, it seems like he was a last minute addition to the funeral. What changed his mind? Sam.

Bucky had thought Sam would be fine because he knows the people there. Bucky knows Sam and Rhodey are friends and Steve was going and while he's very aware of Sam's introversion, he didn't foresee a problem at the funeral over it. When Sam was seeming nervous the morning of, though? Bucky, who hadn't really interacted with this group as a whole that much and so hadn't realized the dynamics meant that Sam was feeling like he was going to feel alone at this thing, saw Sam nervous and offered to go with him.

Sam tried to say no, Bucky didn't have to put himself through that for him but Bucky went anyway because he could tell Sam was uncomfortable and he'd do anything for Sam, even spend the afternoon looking at the doe-eyed moppet whose grandparents she'll never know because he murdered them, if it gives Sam someone to hit the sandwich buffet with.

They hang with Wanda a bit. Bucky barely knows her but they have a soft spot for one another. Bucky owes her a life debt from Civil War and Wanda sees Bucky as like her-- someone whose actions kind of fucked everything up so badly that entire movies were made around how bad they were lol. Wanda's closer to Clint, though, and mostly Sam and Bucky were on their own that afternoon and if Sam didn't love Bucky before that (he did), he sure as hell fell all over again at the man willing to drop everything and go through something difficult and painful for him to keep Sam from being alone.