#it threw me off which made me a little mad sure but it was funny

[dumbseee]

bro code. pt.2

part two of this

part 3.

carlos sainz jr x reader.

fc: bruna marquezine.

note: thanks for the support it means so much to me! and english is still not my first language so this may contain mistakes krkrkr

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y/n: your girl is single and ready to mingle.

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fan1: girl what about carlos?

georginagio: stunning!

fan2: who was the man in your ig story?

fan3: omg the girl just got out of a seven years old relationship, LEAVE HER ALONE!!

fan4: y/n is her own person, she don’t need a man

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carlossainz55: que guapa!

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"so you asked him to be your fake boyfriend?" bella asked, trying her best not to laugh at your face. you rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at her. "yes, i did. and he was okay with it." you answered but added something else when you saw the look she was giving you. "okay, maybe i had to convince him a little bit and bribe him with a movie date but he said yes!" bella laughed. "he’s so in love with you, of course he said yes." you frowned. "no he’s not. i’ve known carlos forever, we’re just friends." you said, trying to convince your friend but she already stopped listening to you.

you met carlos through neymar, they weren’t close friends, only acquaintances, but you immediately clicked with the spaniard. he was funny, trustworthy, kind and charming. you liked him a lot, but only as a friend, right? you thought that this fake dating stunt would help you a lot because neymar didn’t know how to take no as an answer and kept harassing you. you explained the situation to carlos and he immediately said yes, kinda pissed off at your ex’s behaviour after what he put you through. the plan was simple, soft launch the relationship since the fans were already shipping the both of you, go on a few public dates and do this for a few months, so neymar would finally leave you alone.

simple right? well…

y/n just posted a story!

caption: guess who ☺️

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carlossainz55: this account is going to be a y/n fanpage starting from now.

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y/n: carlos clearly lied when i asked him if he knew what soft launch was BUT you’re cute so i’m not mad, amor

fan1: NZKDODODJZBDODPDPFPMF

fan2: MAMA Y PAPA

fan3: SMOOOTH OPERAAAATOOOOR

fan4: i know neymar is fuming rn

fan5: omgg congrats

fan6: carlos is such a cutie omg

"what’s wrong, mi cielo?" carlos asked you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. you were lost in your thoughts so you shivered at his touch. you smiled at him, "it’s nothing, just tired."

you were both sitting in carlos’s car, after having dinner together in some fancy restaurant carlos wanted to take you to. neymar was constantly calling you and sending you text messages, which you ignored but it was slowly taking a toll on you. he destroyed everything you both built in seven years, he destroyed your hopes for marriage and love, he basically destroyed you. and he still had the nerves to cling onto you like he was the victim.

"amor, you look pale, you sure you okay?" carlos asked again and you just looked at him while he stroked your cheek softly, you leaned against his touch and closed your eyes. "your hands are soft." you mumbled, slowly falling asleep. you heard him chuckle and remove his hand which made you complain. "kiss me." you immediately opened your eyes and looked at him. but when you noticed some paparazzis in the corner of your eye, you remembered that all of this was fake. he was being affectionate because cameras were filming you. you didn’t know why but you were nervous to kiss carlos. you’ve never been that close and he looked so… confident all the time. you were scared to mess it up. it’s fake, it’s all fake, don’t forget that.

carlos pulled you closer to him, and slowly kissed your lips, your cheeks were burning hot and you didn’t know what to do next. suddenly you were back in high school when you had your first kiss with your crush. after a few seconds, the two of you broke the kiss but stayed close to each other. eye to eye, carlos smiled at you and looked at your lips once again. "kiss me again." he said, in a murmur. "what? but they-" carlos cut you. "shut up and fucking kiss me."

the second kiss was more passionate, you never felt anything like it in your whole life. no one had ever kissed you the way carlos had. your hands were sweaty and you could feel a million of butterflies blooming in your stomach. that’s when you realised; you were doomed.

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f1news: BREAKING! We just received pictures of Carlos Sainz Jr and Y/N L/N kissing in the spaniard’s car. What a cute couple!

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fan1: ODBDLOWLWPDPD

fan2: what in the booktok is that

fan3: the hand placements…

fan4: idk if i want to be y/n or carlos tbh

fan5: my fav couple

fan6: pls don’t ever breakup

fan7: NEYMAR DEACTIVATED HIS IG???

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tag list: @ru-kru @slytherheign @iamahallucinationnn @leclerc16s

[soft-mafia]

Detachable Antics [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, nsfw, rough sex, mentions of anal, Buggy detaching his dick(and doing it in front of people)

a/n: I love Buggy☺️

Y/n was doing her regular duties, checking to see if everybody had their equipment for their acts, checking to see if all of the lights were set up, and making sure everybody knew their queues.

“Ok- snake charmer, you come in after the baton twirlers, and somebody move the tank so that it’s not directly under the tightropes, that could be a hazard—” Y/n was interrupted by a series of gasps and giggles from the people around her. She furrowed her brows, wondering what everybody was gawking at, “What’s wron- HOLY FUCK!” Y/n screamed when she saw Buggy’s big, floating dick right beside of her face.

“What? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, baby!!” Buggy laughed as his voice came out from the speakers. Y/n screamed bloody murder and ran out of the circus tent, to which Buggy’s penis followed her, balls flopping through the air as it zoomed in her direction, “C’mon give it a little kiss!!”

“NO!!! GET IT AWAY FROM ME!!” Y/n growled, still running from Buggy’s flying dick, she screamed and tried to hide, hiding underneath and table set up outside of the tent. She breathed heavily, thinking that she was safe.. until she looked up and saw Buggy’s tip staring right at her face. Y/n squealed and threw the table off of her completely and tan again.

It looked like she didn’t have any other choice— Y/n was running for the shore. “Y/N!! NO!! You’re a devil fruit user!!!” Buggy shouted as he ran after her, miles behind his floating penis

“STOP CHASING ME WITH YOUR DICK!!” Y/n screamed, turning around to face Buggy’s penis, he was right behind it in the distance. “Give it one kiss, c’mon!! Don’t kill yourself, you’re too sexy!” Buggy called out.

“NO!! Literally everybody saw it, Buggy!!” Y/n growled. “I know, that’s why it was so hilarious!! You should’ve seen your face!” Buggy cackled, then his dick floated closer to her, making her flinch. The floating cock flopped up and down, inches away from her lips, “C’mon, kiss it and it’ll turn into a prince.” Buggy snickered, clearly getting a kick out of this. It was such a riot for him, just a floating cock right in his girlfriend’s face.

Y/n growled, then turned her face away.

“Why are you so afraid of it? You’ll let me put it in your ass but you draw the line at kissing it?” Buggy teased, moving his penis right back in front of her face.

“If I kiss it you’re just gonna shove it down my throat. I know you.” Y/n looked at his cock, then looked at Buggy. “I promise I won’t, c’monnnn.” Buggy continued to egg her on until she gave in. Y/n sighed, rolling her eyes before leaning in and pressing her lips against his tip. “Mwah. There, happy?”

Buggy grinned widely and finally, his dick flew back inside of his pants. “You’re so gross.” Y/n grumbled at him. Buggy giggled and walked over to Y/n, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her tightly, “You love me.”

(Timeskip)

Buggy woke up one morning. However.. something felt off, something felt amiss. He decided to go to the bathroom area to take his morning piss and that’s when it hit him.

“WHERE IS MY DICK?!” He shouted through the halls of the Big Top as he made his way to the upper deck, “THIS ISN’T FUCKING FUNNY, MY DICK IS GONE!! WHO HAS IT?”

Buggy’s crew looked at their captain with wide eyes, all of them going silent and pausing what they were doing. “SPEAK UP!! Penises just don’t-.. grow legs and walk away!!” He growled.

“STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!!” Buggy continued to shout.

Y/n strutted out from behind Buggy, acting as if nothing was happening at the moment, she wasn’t frozen in place like his crew, just following her usual schedule. Buggy snarled and suddenly grabbed Y/n’s arm, making her turn and look at him, “Where is it.” He growled at her.

“Where is what?” Y/n looked at Buggy as if he was crazy, “What the hell are you mad about this time?”

Buggy grunted and let go of Y/n’s arms, walking past her, looking at her up and down. Even though he was mad, he could still admire his girl’s figure, “Somebody took my dick, and thinks it’s FUNNY to hide it from me!!” He growled, then looked back at his crew with rage in his eyes. “Bugs, maybe you’re overreacting.” Y/n crossed her arms, looking at Buggy.

“Overreacting?! My PENIS is gone!! Are you not concerned?!” Buggy turned back to look at his girlfriend.

“Well you’ve been taking it off and bothering me with it for the past few days, maybe you just lost it!” Y/n huffed.

“I don’t just lose my own penis, I’m very careful with it, thank you very much!” Buggy growled as he looked down at her. He then looked back at his crew, who were still frozen in place with fear, “GET BACK TO WORK!! I’ll find it, and when I do, SOMEBODY is getting theirs CUT OFF!!” With that, everybody scrambled to get back to work.

The Buggy Pirates stopped at a new location, and began setting up the circus tent and all of the other equipment. Y/n was.. nowhere to be seen, but she was known to take breaks whenever she felt like it, Buggy had no problem filling in for her; though nobody was really thrilled whenever he would take her place.

“MOHJI!! GET RICHIE OUT OF HERE!!” Buggy shouted, “I told you several times to KEEP HIM ON A LEASH!!” He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t understand, you IDIOTS are much more competent when my girlfriend is telling you what to do. Just because I don’t have a nice set of tits doesn’t mean you shouldn’t LISTEN to me!!” Buggy growled, then whipped his finger around in the air before slapping his hand back down to his thigh, “Ok, from the top!”

As everybody began their acts, getting their queues down, Buggy suddenly felt a strange sensation in his groin area. But— his dick was still missing, what was going on-, “Ohh fuck..” Buggy let out a low groan, hunching forward slightly. He quickly turned away from everybody and put his hands on his knees for a moment, taking a breath. What the fuck was that?

Everybody was looking at Buggy with a slightly concerned look, but they were too afraid to speak up and ask their captain what was wrong. Buggy groaned and stood up straight again once the sensation subsided, he turned around and looked back at his crew. There was a good moment of silence between all of them, before Buggy barked out again, “What are you guys staring at?! You look like a bunch of fucking seagulls, GET BACK TO REHEARSING!!”

Y/n, back in the Big Top, was laying in the bed that she shared with Buggy, rubbing his cock between her folds, moaning softly, she brought his balls up to her lips, admiring them and lightly fondling them before sticking her tongue out and giving them a lick.

Back at the circus tent, Buggy’s back arched as that same sensation came back again, a pleasurable feeling of arousal shooting up his abdomen. He gasped sharply, then slapped a hand over his face and grunted, “SHIT!” He hissed through gritted teeth. His jaw tensed.

Everybody paused what they were doing again, staring at their captain, thinking he was about to shout at them for something again.

Buggy inhaled, then exhaled, realizing what was happening.. and what his girlfriend was doing. “That bitch..” Buggy growled, hanging his head low, hand still over his face, he glanced back up at his crew, “Keep practicing! I have to deal with- AGGH! DAMMIT!!” He grunted and began to stomp out.

Y/n moaned, sliding Buggy’s throbbing cock in and out of her pussy, moaning while rubbing her clit.

Buggy was going nuts. Damn it! I knew she was up to something, I should’ve stripped that bitch down and searched her!! When I had the chance! His jaw was clenched tightly, teeth grit as he felt that clenching sensation in his abdomen.

Y/n’s eyes snapped open when she heard Buggy stomping back onto the boat, headed towards his quarters. She pulled his dick out of her pussy with a wet pop, then hid it between her breasts where she had been keeping it. Then, she quickly stood up off of the bed and stood in the middle of the room, acting like she was doing something else.

Buggy threw the door open, then stormed toward’s Y/n and roughly grabbed her shoulders, “WHERE IS IT!!” He growled, the flames of hell practically burning in his eyes, “I KNOW YOU HAVE IT!!” He shook Y/n roughly, and before she could even say anything— his cock slipped out from under her breasts, and plopped onto the floor.

Y/n’s eyes were wide as they both stared at his hard cock. Buggy threw his belt off and unzipped his pants, letting it fly back up to its proper area.

The man then glared at Y/n, “You think that’s funny?” He growled at her.

Y/n’s mouth was agape, trying to find the words to say, “Y-You think flying it around in my face is funny?!” She snapped back.

After a long, uncomfortable silence, Buggy grunted. He grabbed her shoulders again, and threw her on the bed, “I guess we’re even, then.”

His hands roughly grabbed underneath her knees and spread her legs wide. He stood at the edge of the bed, looming over top of Y/n and pulling her hips close to his crotch, his hard cock laid on her belly as his balls were pressed against her pussy. Y/n gasped and whimpered as Buggy manhandled her.

“Such a little slut aren’t you? You think you can just steal an old man’s cock and get away with it?” Buggy grumbled under his breath, then took one hand off of her leg to yank her shirt upwards to reveal her breasts, “Hiding it in here? Huh?” He slapped her tits around, pinching one of her nipples before grabbing her legs again. Y/n moaned and whimpered, grinding her pussy against his sack.

“Damn you ARE a naughty bitch.” Buggy laughed roughly before leaning his hips back, lining his cock up with her entrance and slamming into her. Buggy grunted and let out a loud groan, he began to thrust, not giving her any mercy.

“B-Buggggyyy!!” Y/n whined, leaning her head back and moaning loudly. Buggy dug his fingers into the flesh of Y/n’s legs, grunting and huffing as he rammed into her, snapping his hips back and forth at a rough pace. Y/n was seeing stars, her breasts bouncing as he plowed her.

“I’m gonna drag you into the fucking ring once the show starts, and I’m gonna show everybody how much of a naughty little bitch you are,” Buggy growled, it was an empty threat, something to just get him going as he pounded her. Just the thought of making Y/n crawl onto the main stage, wearing nothing but bondage gear, being dragged by a leash.. the thought of that got Buggy so hot and bothered.

The closest he ever got to that was spanking Y/n in front of the audience.. but that ended up with him getting chewed out by her in front of everybody. And she didn’t talk to him for days after that.

Y/n was screaming and moaning Buggy’s name, squirming underneath him. It was so much for her, he was so rough; and the way his fingers were digging into her thighs was making her so flustered and overstimulated, “B-Buggyy..! Slow down!” Y/n groaned.

“No.” Buggy simply grunted out, his hands moved to grab her sides, holding her in place as he continued to plow into her, making their skin slap and the bed creak loudly. “Buggyyy!!” Y/n squealed, cumming around his cock, her entire body trembled violently.

Buggy hung his head low and grit his teeth, cumming as well and spilling deep inside of her, “Oh fuck yeah..” he growled through his teeth, “Take that, you little shit.” He grunted.

Y/n moaned, panting heavily as Buggy rode out his orgasm, wet noises coming from her pussy as he slid in and out. “Don’t take my cock again.” Buggy growled at her, grabbing her face tightly. Y/n was fucked out of her mind, she looked at Buggy with cloudy bedroom eyes, “Yes captain.” She said, making Buggy release her face.

He sighed in pleasure as he pulled out of her, he slapped his cock against her pussy as it leaked cum. He smirked to himself, finally putting Y/n in her place.

After having his fill of watching her tremble while her pussy leaked, he walked over and grabbed a hand towel, gently wiping her off before kissing her on the cheek, “You know I’m hard on you ’cause I love you.” He cooed at her, rubbing her sides playfully.

Y/n hummed softly and moved her head to the side so Buggy could kiss her neck, tickling her with his stubble. She giggled, “I love you too, Bugs.” She then turned to look at him once he pulled back, “If you don’t want me to take your dick next time, maybe don’t bother me with it.” She laughed, sitting up on her elbows.

Buggy smirked at her, then leaned over her again, pressing their foreheads together; his big red nose squished against hers, “Am I gonna have to fuck you into this mattress again, slut?” He growled.

“Mm~ maybe.” Y/n grinned.

[tadpoleteef]

gamer girl 👾

18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 1.5k

pairing: austin x female!reader

warnings: SMUT, oral (m receiving), lil fem dom???, unprotected sex

summary: austin’s playing video games with friends and isn’t paying attention to you. long story short you end up trying to dom him which obvi doesn’t go far and then you ride him in his gaming chair yassssss.

a/n: hiii so i’ve been reading fan fiction for years and i’ve always wanted to write it. i wrote an austin butler one shot like 2 years ago, posted it, but it was just awful so i deleted it. then i had a the summer i turned pretty phase, and wrote a one shot about jeremiah fisher confessing his love to you. this story was also deleted because of how just awful it was. anyway, i think my writing has gotten a little better soooo here’s a little smut one shot for ya.

꒦꒷♡꒷꒦

it was around 8pm on a saturday night, and you and austin were at home, spending the rest of your night in your little apartment. you were sitting on your bed in a short white lace nightgown, scrolling through instagram. austin was across the room sitting at his desk, playing a game on his xbox. he had been playing for a little while now, screaming at his friends into the microphone and raging everytime he had to redo the level.

getting a little tired of his lack of attention, you put your phone down and walked over to where he was sitting. you stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders gently. he relaxed into your touch, leaning back into the chair with his eyes still locked on the screen in front of him. you leaned down to his ear and whispered,

“are you having fun, handsomel?”

it took him a second to respond, so you tapped his shoulder lightly which made him look back at you then back at the screen.

“uh- what? oh yeah im fine sorry im about to die”

right when he said that the tv went black and the words “game over” illuminated the screen. you could hear his friends complaining through the microphone. he threw the controller down on the game, rubbing his eyebrows and letting out a sigh.

you giggled a little bit, it was funny to see a grown man get so upset over a video game. “it's okay love, just try again” you spoke. he turned around with a stern look, “i can’t just fuckin’ try again, it’s gonna take me hours to redo all this.”

you were a little taken back by his harsh tone, so you took your hands off his shoulders and rolled your eyes, annoyed that the game was getting more attention than you. you layed back on the bed staring at the ceiling. you weren’t upset that austin was choosing his game over you right now, i mean he worked practically everyday so he needed a break sometimes, you were just craving him. jeez, when were you not? you wanted his touch, his lips on yours and his domination. you wanted him right now and that was the only thing going through your mind. acting on your thoughts you walked over again but this time you stood in front of him, between him and the desk.

“baby- could you please move?” he moved his head to the left and right trying to see around your waist. you stepped closer and put your legs through the arm holes of the chair, lowering yourself onto his waist. you were now facing him, your chests together as he looked at the screen with a confused, mad look. He kissed your cheek then laid his chin on your shoulder, pressing down the buttons on the controller. you smirked knowing he had no idea what was about to come.

you started off light, moving your hips back and forth. you weren’t sure if he knew you were even moving so you applied some more pressure, fully sitting on his dick. “guys over there ov-” he stopped mid sentence. with your smirk growing bigger, you went faster, now basically dry humping him. he switched the mic setting so it was on mute and questioned “what are you doing?”

you looked at him and took off the straps of your nightgown, letting it fall down to your waist, showing off your matching white undergarments. he looked at you up and down, drinking in your figure. you had him wrapped around your finger.

you bent down to is ear and whispered, “you’re gonna sit still and act normal while i take your dick, sound good?” you cocked your head to the side, awaiting his response. he looked up at you with a shocked expression, coming from your dominance toward him. “i like it when you’re bossy.” he squeezed your thigh. “and you didn’t answer my question.” you added to his compliment. he gave you the ‘let’s see what you got look,’ and you knew you had the okay. you took a little less pressure off his waist so he could pull down his sweatpants, boxers following.

you sat down so his member was resting, hard, against your stomach. you looked away from his piercing eyes and spat onto the tip, slowly taking your thumb and spreading it around. he bit his lip and closed his eyes for a split second taking in the feeling. he snapped out of his trance quickly when his friends started yelling at him for his inactivity.

he went to respond but you stroked his cock slowly and he but his lip to hide back a moan and put the mic on mute again. you bit the inside of your cheek trying not to smile after seeing how much pleasure he was receiving. he let out a low groan when you cupped his balls slowly. you stopped your hands, looking at him. he quickly mouthed “sorry” as he disobeyed you. “not one noise from you” he nodded and you stroked him again.

after a few minutes of austin holding back moans, you could tell he was close, he was barely even focusing on the game anymore, mostly on the way your fingers gently warmed his cock. you stopped and stood up moving your panties to the side. he furrowed his eyebrows, needing more of your touch.

“how bad do you want it?” you rubbed your clit slowly in front of him. he looked down at your hand then back up at you. “really really bad” he took one hand off his controller and grabbed your waist. you switched the settings so the mic was now on and got close to it, “hi boys, austins not feeling to well, gonna let him get some rest.”

after you finished your sentence austin said bye then immediately smashed his lips into yours. the kiss was sloppy but deep, both just focusing on grabbing whatever skin you could. he pulled away and rubbed the tip against your clit gently. you sucked in a breath, knowing that meant he wanted you now. you moved forward a little more and slowly sat down. you two had just had sex two days ago but every time he first entered you, it was like you were a virgin all over again. he was without a doubt big, stretching you out as you finally sat all the way down on his cock. you moaned and let your head fall back.

wanting more, you moved your hips back and forth, placing your hands on his chest. “does that feel good angel?” he questioned, blue eyes staring into yours. “yes, oh yes” you started to go faster, austin saw your need and started fucking up into you. at the angle you two were sitting at, he was hitting your g spot with the first thrust. your moans turned into screams as he hammered into you.

“oh my god aus that's so good” you moaned and he smirked and then faster, the room becoming hotter by the second. he took one of your hands and pressed it against your stomach hard. you could feel his dick going in and out of you. “you feel my big my dick fucking your pretty pussy? gonna put a fuckin’ baby you mama”

his words brought you over the edge, and he could tell you were about to cum. he circled your clit with his fingers taking one last glance at your gorgeous body being destroyed before you cried out a moan. your orgasm sent a hot flash through your whole body. your legs were shaking and your heart was racing. without even thinking you got off austin and got on your knees in front of him, trying to help him out.

he laughed, “such a good girl helping me out” he made a makeshift ponytail with your hair and was forcing your head down. the sounds coming out of your mouth were erotic. girks and glugs filled the room and you could feel tears streaming down your face. his dick started to twitch in your mouth and you grabbed his balls again. you felt the warm cum coat your throat before you tasted it. you swallowed and took your head off him, sitting back onto your calves.

he leaned forward into the chair, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him. He had never seen anything more sexy. your hair was all frizzy, mascara running down your face onto your neck, and a mix of his cum and spit spilling down your lip. He wiped it off with his thumb and then placed it in your mouth and you sucked the mixture off.

“you really thought you could dominate me?” he laughed and helped you up, sitting you down on the bed.

“hey, i had you for like the first 10 minutes” you responded smilining.

he wiped you up, got you all clean, and took you to bed. you two ended the night off by having multiple little tickle fights, and arguing over which board game you should play next weekend. right before you drifted off you heard austin's voice softly say.

“I will admit, domination by y/n y/l/n is something we should do more often.” his words took you by surprise, but you smirked and snuggled closer to him.

yep, wrapped around your finger

[wanghyunjiin]

—red bottoms, lmh.

pairing — Dom!Minho x afab!reader

plot— Sometimes you just enjoy pissing him off.

word count - 1.3k

content - dirty talk, hair pulling

warnings — jealousy, degradation, suggestive content, 18+ ONLY

It didn’t take much to rile him up. 

When you did, you couldn’t deny the heat that pooled between your thighs. It made you press them as close together as possible, hoping that it would relieve the ache. 

You followed behind him silently as he unlocked the front door to your shared apartment, the tension lingering heavily in the air as he shrugged off his jacket and threw it over the back of the couch. He wouldn’t even look at you.

Maybe you took it a little too far?

You had accompanied him to a company fundraiser. It was a common occurrence for the two of you, but this time you were especially bored. Most of the guests were middle-aged men with wallets too thick and hairlines too thin to hold your attention. Except for one of Minho’s colleagues, and close friends. With his long dark hair and thick, pillowy lips, no one could deny Hwang Hyunjin was very handsome. Objectively, of course.

Minho being as protective and prone to jealousy as he was, was enraged as he watched you talk to Hyunjin. The younger man making you laugh at a joke that Minho couldn’t help but assume from knowing him couldn’t possibly have been that funny. And when you tossed your head back in laughter, with your arm finding its way to wrap around Hyunjin’s bicep, Minho felt a fire burning through his veins at the sight.

Were you trying to piss him off?

He had made up a poor excuse for why he needed to leave early, earning a few eyebrows raised but no one asked questions. Minho said his goodbyes to the few familiar faces in the ballroom before taking your hand from Hyunjin's arm pointedly and lacing his fingers through yours. Minho bid his younger friend a short, expressionless, goodbye and practically dragged you behind him as he rushed out of the hotel lobby. You struggled to maintain the pace in your red-bottom stilettos, they clicked loudly against the marble floor as you tried to keep up. A gift for your birthday last year.

So that led you to this moment. 

Minho finally turned around to look at you, the lack of emotion on his face making you nervous. You opened your mouth to apologize but he cut you off before you could say a word.

“Don’t.” 

He spat the word at you with a single shake of his head and you closed your mouth, heading his warning. You were never scared of Minho, there was nothing to be scared of, he was by no means dangerous when he was mad but you couldn’t help the guilt settling in your stomach. You loved him more than anything and you knew he did all he could and more to make sure he was providing for you and keeping you happy. And there you were at a charity event, flirting with one of his friends out of boredom when you were supposed to be keeping him company.

Looking down at your feet, you heard his footsteps moving towards you slowly. 

Minho stopped directly in front of you and lifted your chin with a single finger until you were looking directly into his eyes, you couldn’t ignore the fire burning in them and you felt your lace panties dampen.

‘Fuck, he’s so hot.’ The only thought that ran through your mind before his lips pressed against yours forcefully.

Even when he was being rough with you, his lips felt so soft and plush, you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the sensation. Minho’s fingers moved from your chin to card through your hair, his grip tightened as he bit your lower lip and tugged lightly before letting go.

“You think he’s funny? Hm? Putting your hands on him in front of me, and everyone, like that.. Were you trying to make me jealous?”

His glare intensified, and his fist in your hair only tightened, making a whimper escape your lips as it started to burn almost painfully. Almost. You attempted to shake your head, which proved difficult with his hold on you, tears stinging your eyes as you stuttered.

“N-no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean t-”

The fire in Minho's eyes died down slightly, replaced with amusement as cocked his head to the side and cut you off mid-sentence. 

“You didn’t mean to? You didn’t mean to put your hands all over him? You didn’t mean to act like a desperate little slut that just wanted to be fucked? Is that what you’re sorry for?”

Tongue tracing across his lower lip as he fought off a shallow laugh, feeding off of how needy you looked, Minho drank in the way your eyes practically begged for him to fuck you. He knew what you were doing, and if you thought he was going to play along with your little game? That’s exactly what he was going to do.

Minho saw you press your thighs together, and the way your eyes dilated. He knew you like the back of his hand, so he knew that the harsh accusations he was spitting at you were doing nothing but soaking through your panties and leaving you aching to be fucked.

Another soft whimper left your lips, which caused a short laugh to escape him. Minho's grip in your hair forced your head back, he licked a thick stripe up the column of your throat from your collarbone to your earlobe before biting down on the soft flesh lightly, not wanting to be too aggressive with you even though he knew that’s what you wanted.

Your knees started to buckle, the way he took complete control of you leaving you feeling weak. You gripped the front of his shirt to keep yourself upright, feeling the straps of the heels you were wearing start to dig into your ankles painfully.

“Go lay on the bed. Take off that dress. Leave your panties and the shoes on.” Minho commanded, whispering his commands directly into your ear. He opened his clenched fist and freed your locks from his grip, the burning pain in your scalp almost instantly fading. 

You hurried past your boyfriend and followed his commands, stripping off the tight red dress you were wearing and dropping it on the hardwood floor of your bedroom. 

It was one of his favourites, the off-the-shoulder neckline showing off your prominent collarbones, and the texture of the velvet felt so good under his fingertips. This definitely wasn’t the first time you had a night like this, especially when you wore this dress.

You lay on the bed, soaked panties and heels still on as you were told, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to appear. You couldn’t help the way your heart raced in anticipation, debating whether or not to grab the handcuffs from his bedside drawer. Nothing like a subtle hint to get what you want.

A moment later, your lover walked through the door, fingers swiftly unbuttoning his now creased shirt. 

“Oh, so you can behave... You just choose when to?” He asked rhetorically, noting you followed his instructions exactly. “Or are you behaving now because you think I’ll give you what you want... Is that it Princess?”

Even considering the circumstance, the pet name makes your heart flutter. You bit your lip softly, fighting the urge to retort with your own sly comment, knowing whatever you were planning on saying would just give him more reason to torment you.

Minho, now shirtless, climbs onto the bed. He crawls towards you, settling over you with his knees between your thighs, nudging your legs further apart, and licks his lips taking in the sight of the wet patch on your panties. The thin piece of, now-soaked, fabric was the only barrier between your boyfriend and the pleasure you so desperately craved.

Leaning down until his lips ghosted directly over yours, a smirk graced Minho’s lips as he whispered to you.

“You’re in for a long night Princess, I hope you weren’t expecting to cum anytime soon.”

[bratzforchris]

could you write an agere fic of little!johnnie & cg!jake where like johnnie accidently breaks a rule or something and thinks jake is gonna be super mad but he's actually really calm and just talks to him about lying or something and its super sweet and stuff ahhh idk how to request sorry 🧸💗🍼

No Secrets

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Summary: In which Jake knows how to make everything better, even when Johnnie is struggling in littlespace

Pairing: Caregiver!Jake x little!Johnnie (non sexual and platonic--i do not ship jake and johnnie in any way)

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 893

A/N: Thank you for the request! I love writing agere so bad :3

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Johnnie was arguably the best little Jake could have asked for. He always listened, never broke rules, and hardly ever threw temper tantrums. It was rare that Jake ever had to discipline him, and he was grateful for that, because Johnnie was just so cute in his littlespace it probably wouldn’t have gotten done anyway.

However, Johnnie was a little, and with that came mischief and curiosity. He had a set of rules laid out for him, printed, decorated with Scooby Doo stickers, and hung up on the fridge. They were the run of the mill things like

Eat at least 2 meals per day and drink water

Always tell Daddy when something’s wrong or when you’re hurting

No being little when Daddy or babysitter is not here

But the biggest rule was at the top of the list, bolded and underlined, No Lying to Daddy. It wasn’t that Johnnie lied to purposely be deceitful or act out. The little one just had such a terrifying fear of disappointing his caregiver, that he would rather lie than see his daddy disappointed in him. 

Fast forward to now. Jake needed to take a business call about an upcoming video in their shared office, but Johnnie had spent the morning in littlespace. He didn’t feel the need to pull Johnnie out for no reason, so he simply sat the boy in front of the TV with his paci and stuffie, a sippy of juice, and cartoons. 

“Daddy needs to take a very important phone call, honey. Do you think you can watch some cartoons and wait for me, angel?” Jake asked, crouching to be eye level with Johnnie.

The little one nodded enthusiastically, a happy gleam in his eyes. “Mhm!” he giggled, clutching his stuffie to his chest as his bright blue eyes fixed on the screen. 

“Good boy.” Jake planted one last kiss on Johnnie's head and retreated to the office, closing the door, but not locking it in case of emergencies. 

All was well for the first fifteen minutes. Johnnie was happily watching cartoons, giggling at the funny characters on the screen while Jake successfully took his call. It wasn’t until the little one’s belly rumbled with hunger that things started to go wrong. He padded into the kitchen, eager for a snack. Luckily, Jake had just gone to the grocery store, and the kitchen was fully stocked. Johnnie surveyed his options, before landing on a container of pink, sprinkled cookies. 

He quickly pulled the package off the counter and towards his chest, opening the plastic as quietly as possible. Johnnie quickly shoved a cookie in his mouth, smiling to himself at the sweet taste. Normally, Johnnie despised sweets when he was big. They made his stomach upset, and thus, he decided to mostly stay away from them. However, in his young headspace, Johnnie

didn’t understand that. And so, he snuck a quick peek over his shoulder to make sure Jake was still occupied in his office before he continued to munch on the delicious cookies. 

Fifteen minutes later, all six of the cookies were gone, and in their wake, Johnnie was left with an awful belly ache. The little one clutched his tummy and whimpered, not understanding why he was experiencing such bad pain. In too much pain to care that Jake was still technically busy, he waddled to his daddy’s office and opened the door quietly. 

Jake had finished up his call a few minutes ago and was now just answering some emails, but he turned when the door opened, a smile on his face. “Hey sweetheart!”

“Daddy,” Johnnie whimpered, crawling into his lap. “Tummy hurt.”

His caregiver noted how Johnnie had lost his paci sometime between when he left and now, but didn’t think much of it. “I’m sorry, angel,” Jake frowned, rubbing his back. “Do you need to potty?”

Johnnie shook his head, curling further into Jake’s chest, which allowed the younger man to glimpse a remnant of pink frosting on the corner of Johnnie’s lip. 

“Johnnie, did you get into the cookies, baby?” Jake asked gently, raising a brow. 

Johnnie froze with fear, then almost immediately shook his head. “Nuh uh.”

“Are you lying, sugar plum?” Jake asked again. 

“No.” Johnnie said, but avoided Jake’s eyes. 

“Johnnie, I’m going to give you one more chance to be honest, sweetie. Did you eat the cookies?”

The blue-eyed boy finally cracked at Jake’s statement, throwing his arms around his caregiver and wailing. “Mhm!”

“Oh angel,” Jake’s tone softened. “You can’t do that, buddy. It makes your tummy upset.”

“I sowwy, Daddy,” Johnnie sniffled, wiping his eyes. “Be mad me?”

“I’m not mad, buddy. But you and I both know that lying to Daddy is a no-no, right?” he asked, rubbing Johnnie’s belly comfortingly.

Johnnie nodded, sniffling as silent tears rolled down his cheeks. “Mhm.”

“Now,” Jake stood up, propping the older boy on his hip. “I think your tummy ache is punishment enough, but let’s remember not to lie to Daddy next time, right?”

Johnnie nodded as Jake made his way to the couch. Between Jake’s snuggles and belly rubs, and the newly added blanket once they sat down, he was starting to get sleepy. And as his daddy continued to comfort him, Johnnie knew that Jake would always have his back, even in his highs and lows in littlespace. 

tags ♡: @aemrsy

[0oolookitsme]

A Day Made Better

Type- Blurb

Verse- Marvel-Actress!Y/n x Marvel-Actor!Harry and Marvel-Actor!Tom Holland

Warnings- None that I can see, but please do tell me if there's any I should put!

Word Count- 912

A/N- I'm slipping back into writing a lot now. Like, I've literally got two more fics saved up and ready to be posted in my drafts and I'm onto working another one. You believe me now? Good. I hope you enjoy reading this <3

Description- Y/n isn't having the best day of her life, Tom can't seem to stop falling and Harry is just too good at making people happy with his little jokes.

It'll be a lie if they were to say that they 'didn't even try' to keep Harry from joining the duo of Tom and Y/n.

Cause they did, they really did try their best. Alas, sweat broke on their foreheads as they lost the unconfirmed battle. But that doesn't mean they are at peace now, oh that's such a no. Perhaps that's why they were gatekeeping Harry, to save them from any greater number of chaotic plans plotted against them.

Every morning, Harry is the first to arrive at the set. Followed by eating-something-Y/n and then a disheveled Tom. And everyone loves their presence but somedays they want nothing more than to tie the three up and throw them in some random deep pit.

Today, majority of the marvel actors are on the set because of some random interview filming which apparently required to them to be on the set. This made the lot who wasn't in the camera view feel annoyed- not sure with the interviewers or with the ones who are being interviewed.

Whatever the option, Y/n is most definitely annoyed with both.

She's been asked to come on set at 5am in the morning, since the last two weeks. Well, everyone has been. But today wasn't like just any other days, no. She had gotten her periods last night, which she blames to make her cry last night. In the morning when she woke up, she was met with her unpleasantly puffed-up eyes, causing her to cry almost again especially when her hair wouldn't get in a proper braid.

At the end, she washed her face with cold once again, looked away from the mirror and threw her hair in a hand curated bun. And, as expected, it looked better than anything.

Then when she arrives on set, she sees Tom on the ground looking like an embarrassed five-year-old, and Harry who's standing right behind him, clutching his stomach and laughing his lungs out while providing his friend with his arm for support.

That did turn the corner of her lips up a tad bit. But when she was told how there wasn't going to be any shooting done today because of interview she and the other two are not a part of, she felt like ripping her hair off her scalp.

She had asked if they could go back then, but the answer she received might be the reason she's sitting in a corner as she registers the fact that this day was going to go down the sink of moodiness.

"Let me tell you a joke," Harry came to sit down beside her, his thigh touching with hers and y/n's not sure if it's because his love language is physical touch or just an unintentional thing. Either thought makes her smile a little. "But you'd have to participate in this one- just once!"

"So, a papa tomato, a mummy tomato and a baby tomato were walking down the street. The baby tomato was walking too slow and got a little behind the parent tomatoes. That made papa tomato mad, and he squished the baby tomato, telling him to: 'ketchup!'" Harry shrieked at the last word and started giggling himself before fixing his eyes on y/n's mouth to see if it made her smile even.

It's like she's laughing, but she doesn't want to laugh- like she wanted to remain sad. Which makes Harry bump his shoulder with hers and laugh along.

Y/n feels something brush on her back before the third musketeer's voice follows. "What's so funny, eh?" He asks as he tries his best to sit down in his kinda tight skinny jeans. "Tell me too, my day hasn't been very heartful either. It's been rather hurtful," he continues himself, squeezing out an unexpected laugh by the other two.

"He's been falling on his ass all morning long," Harry tells y/n as he calms down, still giggling every once in a minute. Though when he sees y/n frown in amusement, he goes on full tryna-convince-her mode. "Like literally!"

"I've fallen what, three times? And what did you do about it, other than wheezing huh?" Tom defends himself from the other side.

"What else could you expect me to do? Massage your arse??"

This snatched a wheeze from y/n's lungs as her body shrinks down. Clutching her stomach, she rises back up and starts to clap while still laughing hysterically.

"Shut up," Tom mumbles, the tops of his cheeks reddening as if someone pinched them.

Harry sputters out laughs as y/n and Tom tell him more about the pranks they have pulled on the rest of the cast members before. But none of them pulls a laugh as loud as the can toppled over Tom's head does.

"Should I throw the other two too, or are you guys coming here to get them?" Sebastian shouts from quite afar with two more cans in his hands.

"No wait! We're coming!" Y/n manages to string the words together in the middle of another wheel of laughter, all while Harry helps her up and Tom cusses out Sebastian.

With the cans finally in their hands, they come back to sit back at their spots. The time followed by goes like that, Y/n spilling her drink as she opens her can, Tom almost slipping over the same drink as he stands up to enact a scene from his favourite movie he was describing and Harry throwing lame jokes here and there.

Tagging- @onecrazydirectioner @tatehuxley222 (you both requested for a part 2 :)) | @marvel1dhp @eloquentree (you both asked to be tagged in all the works <3)

Feel free to reply under any of my original posts or send in an ask requesting to be added in the tag list <3

[httpscomexe]

Small Town Freaks Pt. 2

Summary: Lee Bodecker, the alias of Bucky Barnes after he’s gone lowkey to be a sheriff in a very small town in Massachusetts, slowly begins to have a liking for this girl who just turned 18. But by God does he need to train her.

This part has a lot of flashbacking really soooo... kinda dry

Parings: Lee Bodecker/Bucky Barnes x Reader (Mentions of Y/N)

Warnings: (Individual warnings) Trauma, lots of angst, abuse by stepmother, running away, using God's name in vain a few times, pet names, (Pumpkin) I think that's it. (There's a pasta recipe at the end) I promise it'll get spicy next chapter.

Word Count: 1477

Part one here if you're interested - Part 1

7 years ago…

Since my dad is ironman and famous and all that, I figured I should make him his favourite dish tonight.

Creamy cajun chicken pasta.

The first time you made his eyes were practically rolling to the back of his head. He loved it so much he started picking off of your plate and went for seconds, then thirds, and fourths, then even asked you to make more. You were genuinely surprised at how much he was able to eat. Of course, you laughed it off and refused to make a second batch, you were scared if you did he totally would’ve blown up.

But now that he’s married to Pepper Potts, literally the worst thing thats ever introduced itself into your life, your relationship with your dad hasn’t been so happy.

She’s always hated you. Always wanted you to just… disappear…

Of course, as much as you dreamed about running away, you just simply couldn’t run away. Or at least that’s what you told yourself.

“Ew, brat. Why are you home so early, aren’t you supposed to be at school?” Peppers mocking voice breaks the silence of me reading as some water boiled in the kitchen.

“I was let out early, it’s a half day today… I walked home.” Just keep your tone even and nice, and she won’t get all mad at you…

“Great, what are you making now? Something good hopefully…” She scoffed as if she was being funny. I got up to check on the water when I could hear the lid being taken off the pot.

“I’m making papas favourite-”

“God you’re so… not normal you know that?” This bitch cut me off.

“How’s that?”

“You’re 10 with the brain maturity of a 40 year old and you cook like you’ve done it for years. Only thing you do that’s normal for your age is you think you’re good at what you do.” She says it without hesitation and it makes you wanna backhand her… but you’re trying so hard to just behave and deal with it. “You gonna just ignore me or are you gonna do something like you always do?” Just… Breathe… “What’s wrong with you? Are you really ignoring me now?!” Fucking breathe Y/N. “God you’re such a slutty b-”

“Will you just leave me the fuck alone!” You cover your mouth quickly, you hate cursing but this bitch…

“Why you little-!” She pauses when she looks down and sees your dog. A husky you’ve had for years that was trained to protect you, and only you. The next thing you see out of the corner of your eye is Pepper grabbing the boiling water sitting on the stove. You think she’s about to dump the water on your puppy so you drop the hand towel you were holding to the floor in shock and are about to jump forward when Sunshine, your husky, jumps in front of you.

You don’t feel the boiling water searing your skin at first. Your main focus is on your dog whining in pain and sitting up from the floor you were now on to inspect her. She was whimpering slowly and her eyes were closing in front of you. Only then did the pain in your upper thigh start to register in your brain. Now hot tears were falling down your face. Most of them falling for Sunshine, the other few of them falling for the heating pain now encircling your entire right thigh.

Then without even thinking, you threw your 10 year old body at Pepper. You would’ve knocked her over if the counter wasn’t behind her. Instead you only shoved her against the corner of a counter which was sure to hit her spine. But of course, I’m the unluckiest person in the world.

“Hey!” Was your only warning before two large hands gripped onto your shoulders, pulling you back and turning you around. Then you see your dads face, written in anger. “What the hell has gotten into you Y/N!!” Now your tears only stream down your face even more. Your thigh was heated and throbbing in pain, your dog was lying lifeless on the floor, and Pepper was crying in pain and holding her spine as your dad shook you and just screamed in your face.

But you didn’t hear a single word of it.

Your ears were ringing.

Pain clouded your head and your knees felt weak from the pain on your thigh and you emotions were feeling really heavy from the pain of losing your bestest friend.

Suddenly you were breathing heavy. Your head was throbbing and only whimpers of pain and fear were coming from your throat.

Then everything went black…

Present day…

Fuck that hurt… You had your head leaned back against the cold cell wall. It was almost morning and Bodecker was going to let you go home. You could hear him snoring at his desk. He had fallen asleep a long time ago which gave you time to think about your past.

Your step mom, and your dad… But you haven't seen them since you were 10. You waited as long as you could for Bodecker to fall asleep before you looked down at your thigh to see the huge scar from the burn still on your skin. It wasn’t super obvious, but you could still see how your skin went from a light peachy colour, to some shade of tan.

That wasn’t even the most hurtful part of that memory though. You’ve never looked at huskies the same after seeing your little Sunshine, dead on the floor of the kitchen because she wanted to protect you. But part of you wish she hadn’t. If she wasn’t there to protect you, yes, your leg would have been ravished, but she’d be alive and maybe, just maybe… Your dad wouldn't have been mad at you and he would've left Pepper…

“Alright it’s about time for you to-” Bodekcers voice brought you quickly out of your thoughts. “Hey are you alright?” You didn’t look up at him but you could hear his keys opening the cell you were in. “Hey Pumpkin, talk to me.” You only brought your knees up to your face, hugging your legs to your chest and staying quiet. “Alright then.” You could hear him sitting next to you on the cold hard floor, then his arm wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you close.

“Today is my 18th birthday…” You whisper through sniffles.

“So why’re you crying then?”

“Because it’s officially been 8 years since I’ve seen my dad.” Your voice cracked embarrassingly as you spoke and he rubbed circle on your back, keeping you close.

“I assume you’ve been living with friends?”

“No… I have my own place.” Why am I telling him all of this? I should not be sharing this much with him. Why do I trust him so much? I feel so drawn to him… “I’ve just been so broken and lonely for so long… It's hard to be in school sometimes cause I just simply can’t hold myself together an entire school day.” My crying stopped and you didn't even realize it until you feel Bodeckers arm leave your shoulder and he leaned forward as you sat up. Looking you directly in the eyes. You puffy, red, crying, embarrassing eyes.

“Why is there a huge burn on your thigh?” I could tell he didn't wanna bring it up based on the tone in his voice. But he’s been wanting to question it since the moment he saw it.

“It’s a long story, but my dad didn’t choose the best step mom for me…” I mumbled… He sighed so heavy I could feel his breath on my face, then every traumatic thought left my mind and all I could feel were butterflies in my stomach again.

“How about this? I have the next week off. How about you come over to my house, we watch some movies, hang out. You get to relax.” He pauses for a moment and sees you staring right back into his eyes. “You like cats? I have a cat. His name is Alpine, super sweet. I’ve got a huge house, all to myself. We can bake cookies since it’s almost christmas…” His voice trails off as he lists things you could do together. He sounded almost urgent in wanting to hang out with you. Like it was all that mattered to him… He makes me feel so… loved… “Do you?” Shit.

“Yes” I hope I answered right…

“So you do have a family to hang out with on holidays…?” Of fucking course I answered wrong.

“No I don't, I'm sorry… Oh my God… you lost me at Christmas cookies.” He smiles as I chuckle a little.

“So you’ll come home with me for this week then?”

“Yes…”

Part 3

​Creamy Cajun Chicken Pasta - NatashasKitchen.com

[viviannesmonster]

UNDERTALE BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND SCENARIOS

Second metting/becoming friends

-TORIEL

The second time you met Toriel was in the grocery store, again.

You were grabbing some bread and noticed Toriel beside you.

You greeted her and she smiled at you.

She recognized you and you two talked for about 5 minutes and you ended up getting her name and number.

Then Frisk came up to you two and asked Toriel if they could get chocolate milk.

That was when you decided to leave.

You waved Toriel goodbye and went to another isle.

"Oh! You're the nice human who bumped into me!"

-SANS

The second time you met Sans was at the grocery store he works at.

You recognized him and started to talk to him.

He was actually quite surprised that you weren't mad at him for almost hitting you.

And he was even more surprised you found him and his baby bike funny.

But he was happy regardless.

You learned his name and he gave you his number.

You left the grocery store and went home, only to find out Sans had given you the number of a helpline for "idiot babies".

"hey, you ain't mad about the other day, right?"

-PAPYRUS

The second time you met Papyrus was in the park.

You were walking in the park when you noticed Papyrus running towards you.

A little white dog was chasing him and he was running away.

He didn't watch where he was going and run over onto a bench.

He fell on top of it and the little dog tried biting at his legs.

You picked up a nearby stick and threw it, which distracted the dog.

You then helped Papyrus off the bench and made sure he was okay.

You two talked about what happened, you learned his name, and you got his number.

After talking for about ten minutes, you two separated ways.

"OH! YOU'RE THE HUMAN I HELPED OFF THE GROUND THE OTHER DAY! AND NOW, YOU'RE HELPING ME OFF THE GROUND! WHAT A COINCIDENCE!"

-UNDYNE

The second time you met Undyne was at a bus stop.

Undyne was waiting at the bud stop and you sat beside her.

You recognized her and started to talk to her.

She apologized for what happened the last time you saw her and you forgave her.

You two kept talking and you got her name and number.

Then a bus pulled up and she got on, leaving you alone to wait for the next bus.

"OH, HEY, I'M UH, SORRY ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED THE OTHER DAY."

-ALPHYS

The second time you met Alphys, was at the grocery store again.

She needed help getting more ramen and noticed you where there.

She asked you to get the ramen for her again and you laughed.

You thought it was cute so you not only gave her the ramen, but your number as well.

"U-Um, hi again. C-Can you...uh...get the ramen for me...again....please?"

-METTATON

The second time you met Mettaton was at one of his shows.

Mettaton is a multi-celebrity. He is the host on a reality tv show. Not to mention he has his own cooking show, is a social media influencer and he makes his own music.

So at one of his concerts, you bought tickets to it.

Because after meeting Mettaton in real life, you actually started to follow him.

You thought his remarks on TV were funny and his songs were catchy.

So you bought a front row seat ticket to his most recent show.

You were seated right in front of the stage and as Mettaton was singing his most famous song, he recognized you from the crowd.

He recognized you as the cute person from the Cafe and offered his hand to you.

You took it and he gave your knuckles a kiss, all while slipping his number into your hand.

"IT'S A HEARTBEAT...ON A HARD DRIVE..."

-ASGORE

The second time you met Asgore was when he was picking up Frisk from school.

You were walking past, when Asgore recognized you from his truck.

He rolled down his window and started talking to you.

He asked how you were doing, and got your name and number.

However, he had to leave when Frisk entered the car and he drove off.

"Hey! You're that human that came into my shop the other day! How are you?"

-MUFFET

The second time you met Muffet, it was at her bakery again.

You ordered the same thing you did last time and she undercharged you again.

Then she asked you what she could do to make more customers come to her bakery.

You gave her the best advice you could and left.

She took your advice and it worked.

"I have a question for you dearie. What do you think I could do get more customers?"

-GRILLBY

The second time you saw Grillby was at his bar.

You went back to his bar for a night out with your friends.

After your friends got drunk of their asses and started making out with random strangers, you ended up making friends with Grillby.

That night, you got Grillby's number.

Despite how quiet and reserved he is, he is actually quite funny.

"...some friends, huh?"

-GASTER

After everyone else left, you stared at Gaster.

He turned to you and the little lights in his eyes widened slightly.

He spoke in a language you had never heard before.

Yet you understood him perfectly.

He asked if you could see him and you said yes.

He smiled and turned his body towards you.

He then asked if you could help him and you said you would.

He then shuffled back towards the underground and beckoned you to follow him.

He explained you were going to help him become a corporeal being again.

"👍︎✌︎☠︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎...💧︎☜︎☜︎ 💣︎☜︎?"

(Translation: Can you...see me?)

[Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day]

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 23

Masterlist

Series masterlist

Part 22 🍂 Part 24

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: Lots and LOTS of names. (The family tree isn't quite finished yet, but if anyone needs it to keep track of this... I'll post it XD)

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: 21 days. That's three whole weeks. I'm so sorry! I've been trying to get ahead on this thing for a bit, it didn't quite work out. I just wasn't in a Sy mood for some reason. But! Here we are again, with another fluffish chapter. @keanureevesisbae hold on to your ovaries, there will be Sy holding babies. (Do I owe up to 30 or 31 now?)

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @omgkatinka @summersong69 @beck07990 @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @ellethespaceunicorn

A few quick observations: Sy’s family? Very big. And as you would expect from a big family; the noise was absolutely overwhelming. Dean appeared next to you out of nowhere, grabbing you by the shoulders and dragging you into a corner.

“Let Jules handle this part, just…” He looked around for a moment, which was a lot easier for him than it was for you, and called Sy over.

“There y’are, Sugar,” he said. “Thought I’d lost ya!”

“You did lose me,” you growled. Sy’s family consisted of a fair amount of big men – not that Sy was by any means the runt of the family; quite the contrary, in fact – and a far larger amount of less-than-tall-but-still-taller-than-you women. And kids. So, so many kids. Some of which, you noticed, were also taller than you.

“Let me introduce you to my family,” Sy said. To your surprise – though it didn’t surprise you as much as it maybe should have – he went out to look for his parents, first.

“Mom, dad,” Sy said when he’d found them in the crowd, “I’d like you to meet Lara, my girlfriend.” As soon as he said it, the living room went much more quiet, and the entire atmosphere turned much more uncomfortable.

“Alright, y’all absolutely sure y’all wanna get nosy?” It didn’t sound friendly, but everyone went off minding their own business, so that was good.

“Sy!” Either his mother didn’t appreciate her son’s direct approach, or something else was off. “Why is this the first time we’re hearin’ of any girlfriend?” Instead of offering a defense to his mother, Sy just looked at his dad.

“He may have said somethin’bout it to me,” Sy’s father growled to no one in particular before turning to Sy, “but it’s yer own fault for not tellin’ your mother directly.”

“It’s been busy,” Sy said softly. There clearly wasn’t a good way for him to navigate himself out of this conversation.

“Too busy to call your own mother? Good Lord, what did I do to deserve this?”

“Betty-Jo and John-Bob Syverson,” Sy chuckled at you as his mother made a few dramatic hand gestures before slapping Sy in the shoulder with her purse a few times.

“Now probably ain’t the best time to ask why your furniture is in her living room, right, Sy?” A younger man who looked like he was one of Sy’s brothers threw an arm around Sy’s shoulders and grinned so wide that you were almost scared his face would tear in half. Sy looked like he was about to commit murder, but so did Sy’s mom – and you had to admit she was much scarier – and very quick to put two and two together.

“Are the two o’ya livin’ together?” It was funny to hear that her drawl got more pronounced when she got mad, just like Sy’s…

“Ma, don’t get m-“

“It’s a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question, son.” There was absolutely no arguing with this woman.

“Yes.”

“Jonathan George Syverson, I raised you better than to go around livin’ with women you ain’t got no intention of marryin’!”

“One second, Ma,” Sy said with a grin before turning to you. “Sugar, did I or did I not tell you that that was exactly what she’d have to say about that?” He paid for the choice to interrupt the conversation with a very firm smack in the back of his head from his father.

“Don’t you think for a second that I’m in any way thrilled about this situation, son.”

“Nothin’ to do with you, sweetheart, you seem like a very nice girl,” his mother said to you in the nicest voice before scowling at her son again. “But you should know better. Sweet lord Jesus, what did I do wrong? You try to raise ‘em right, ‘n this is what you get…”

“You raised him just fine, Ma’am,” you said before slamming your mouth shut again. Why were you getting in the middle of this? You should definitely stay out of this. It was a good thing Sy smiled when you looked up at him, and he pulled you closer.

“I don’t think you gotta worry about his intentions to marry her, Ma,” his brother said as he looked at Sy’s face. His expression said everything – which seemed to calm his mother down at least a little. You talked to them for a moment before they walked away to say hello to Julie’s parents.

“This is Georgie,” Sy said after they were out of earshot, “the youngest of the twins, who’s apparently made it his life’s mission to try’n get me killed. What the fuck was that, you bastard?”

“Revenge,” Georgie replied, “For ratting me ‘n Angelina Jefferson out.”

“That was senior prom! You held onto that for nearly ten years? God damn!” He shook his head in disbelief until George was joined by a woman holding a kid. “Anyway, this is his wife, Emma. And that’s Mikey, their youngest. The eldest is Helena Marie, she’s off somewhere, I reckon.” Mikey reached for Sy, who took him from his mom. Something about seeing Sy with a kid on his arm made you melt. Apparently, George saw the way you looked at his brother.

“Looks good on him, doesn’t it?” he said with a big smirk. There was absolutely no denying that he was right. From the corner of your eye, you saw Jules, who had been handed what no doubt was the youngest kid of Pat’s sister.

“Shut up,” Sy snapped back at Georgie, “stop tryin’ to make her uncomfortable.”

“He’s right, though. It does suit you,” you said – again, without thinking about it. What was wrong with you? “Anyway, we’re not done with introductions, are we?”

“Not even close,” Sy answered before he started laughing.

“Uncle Sy!” you suddenly heard from behind, and a boy – you guessed he was 12 or so years old – appeared next to you. “New girlfriend?”

“Hey, Wes! Yeah,” Sy replied, “this is Lara.”

“Lara, or Aunt Lara?”

“Depends on whether you want to live to see another day, mister,” someone else replied to that question from somewhere behind you. You raised your eyebrows at Sy, who pointed out the next person for you to be introduced to: his sister-in-law Nora-Beth, who was married to the eldest of the twins, Ricky. According to Sy, they had one kid – so far: John-Luke.

“Aunt it is!” the teen in front of you said with the same big grin on his face that Sy usually had. He introduced himself as Wesley and disappeared again.

“Wes is my sister Mary Beth’s eldest,” Sy explained, and he pointed his sister out in the crowd, along with her husband Bill. “The other four are Gray, Will and Kenny, and there’s Lainey, the one she’s holding.”

“God, five kids?” You remembered that Sy had told you that Mary Beth was twenty-nine years old. “In nine years?” That was a tight fit, timewise.

“In thirteen years,” Sy said, “she had Wes when she was sixteen. Don’t bring it up with Ma around, she’s still not over it completely. It was Nana who knocked some sense into her, actually.” That was unexpected, because Sy had described his grandma as extremely religious and very… proper.

“She wasn’t thrilled,” Mary Beth had apparently heard your conversation, and was now standing next to Sy, “but she figured we’d have to make the best of a bad situation. Before you think the worst; my higschool boyfriend knocked me up and then took off. Bad enough, but not as bad as it could’ve been.”

“Oh, sweetie,” she said when she saw your face, “It’s okay if you don’t know what to say! You look scared to death, sweetheart, are you alright?”

“Just not used to all this big family… stuff,” you admitted softly as you looked around the room to all the faces of people you hadn’t been introduced to yet. You were already dizzy, how the hell were you going to survive this?

“Sy, what were you thinkin’, dumpin’ a sweet girl like her in the middle of this like it ain’t nothin’!” Another voice you didn’t recognize, but that problem solved itself. “Anna-Belle, nice to meet you! This is my husband, Lewis.” She pointed to the man next to her before giving you a hug. At least there seemed to be no kids attached to this pair, that was a nice break from everything that was going on. Unfortunately for you, the next unfamiliar face was already approaching for introductions. This time, it was Darlene Louise, Sy’s youngest siter, with her husband, Jonathan. You were beginning to gain some first-hand experience with the reason Sy went by Sy. Darlene Louise – who insisted she shouldn’t be called Darlene – and John – who insisted he shouldn’t be called Jonathan – had two kids: Jenna-Lynn and Vicky-Lee.

“Lara? Lara!” Now that voice you’d recognize everywhere: it was Jules. “God, there you are. You’re damn near invisible in here, I thought you were one of the kids. Come meet my parents!” She pulled you along to the far side of the living room.

“Mom, dad, this is Lara, my Dutch friend I’ve been telling you about for years!”

At least you recognized Debbie and Tim McGregor from pictures, and apparently they recognized you, too. Her mother hugged you, her father shook your hands, and they both repeated the phrase ‘nice to meet you’ half a dozen times before asking you all kinds of questions about yourself you felt you’d already answered seventy-two times this afternoon, even though you’d hardly spend any time talking to anyone, because Sy kept throwing names in your direction. After Julie’s’parents, you were introduced to Mary-Kate and Patrick Dawson – Pat’s parents – and Sy’s uncle Charlie and his husband Raymond. You managed to escapte to the kitchen before anyone else could get to you.

“Sugar? Are you hidin’?” Sy wrapped his arms around you more carefully than he usually would have. “I know it’s a lot, are you alright?”

“Exhausted,” you said, “and nauseous.”

“Do you want to lie down for a minute?” His offer came just a tiny bit too late, because Jules called everyone back into the living room for some sort of announcement, or whatever, and you had no choice but to follow Sy, who luckily stayed close to you.

[auxiliarydetective]

The OC Halloween Challenge - Day 7

You can find the challenge here!

Today's prompt was...

The Comedic Relief

Honestly, they make even the scariest movies bearable. They’re almost never the main character but almost always the most liked. They say laughter is medicine for the soul, so which of your ocs soothes the characters and the situation with a joke made at the worst of times?

R.I.P. to the two people that weren't funny enough: Iris Winchester and Charlotte Inari.

This prompt isn't really too well-fitting for a graphic in my eyes, so I wrote a little 5+1 sort of deal - except it's only three so that the +1 can be evil number 4:

3 times Charlie Drake laughed death in the face and 1 time he regretted it

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"Someone needs to distract it," Egon declared as they were all squatting behind the garden wall, listening to the sounds of the ghost inside the greenhouse wreck the place.

Immediately, a wild pointing of fingers was started, but before anyone could say something to go along with it, Charlie slipped off his proton pack.

"I've always wanted a cat," he said with a grin.

Equipped with only his flashlight, he headed for the greenhouse. The other Ghostbusters looked on in confusion. Was he starting to go mad from sleep deprivation? That wasn't a cat, that was a ghost! One that had been a huge moster only a few minutes ago. But Charlie was having none of it and strutted towards the greenhouse.

"Here, kitty-kitty-kitty!" he called, waving his flashlight along the wall of the greenhouse.

Immediately, the feline ghost jumped against the glass, theeth bared, frantically chasing the light. Charlie laughed brightly.

"Good kitty! Where's the light, huh? Where is it?"

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"Charlie!" Egon called tensely as his friend was dropped from the ceiling in a bubble of slimey ectoplasm.

The blob splatted flat onto the ground and Charlie lay there, motionless. Quickly, Egon hurried over to him, followed by Peter. When they reached Charlie, he huffed quietly. With every cough, spitting up droplets of ectoplasm, his lips curled further into a smile, until he started laughing like a maniac.

"Wow, that was stupid! So, this is how it feels, huh? Getting slimed?"

Egon pulled him to his feet, having to shake ectoplasm off his glove once he let go.

"Glad it happened to you this time," Venkman commented as he looked around the room to try and find out where the ghost had gone. When he turned back to Charlie, he immediately took on a defensive stance. "No, I know that look, don't you dare-"

But Charlie was already creeping towards him, hands in the air with his fingers wiggling about.

"Oooooh, I think the slime possessed me..." he cooed, doing his best to suppress his laughter.

This was Peter's cue to start running. Immediately, Charlie set after him. He was seemingly not slowed down by the heavy proton pack on his back at all, catching up to Peter with ease and tackling him into a hug, giggling furiously.

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Ray banged against the wall, almost see-through, looking like a fluid, yet solid to the touch. On the other side, Winston tried firing his particle thrower at it. But both of them were met with the same fate - their attacks at the substance rebounded, knocking them backwards. Charlie just laughed.

"You're really arguing with a mirror, huh?"

"You got any better idea?" Winston asked. "We're in here while that spook is wrecking havoc."

"Well, if I remember correctly, our ghostly pal used to be a poet," Ray mumbled, "maybe-"

But before he could finish his sentence, Charlie threw himself dramatically against the wall.

"Oh, envious wall," he gasped, "why do you block lovers? How great would it be if you let us be joined in whole body, or, if this is too much, if you rather lay open for kisses to be given?"

Suddenly, miraculously, the wall disappeared as Charlie giggled.

"Who knew my charm worked on walls, too?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you didn't come up with that," Winston commented.

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It was their first bust after defeating Gozer. Charlie had been extremely tired that day, but it seemed he had recovered. Or at least that was what everyone thought. By the time Ecto-1's siren was blaring, he was grinning and practically emitting energy again. Their spectre of the hour was a Class 3 or 4 entity, identity unknown, but witnesses had described it as "having escaped from a Wild West movie". To make things even worse, the thing apparently had fully tangible guns, stolen from a gun store.

Charlie's plan to trap the entity was simple: A shootout. A quick-draw contest, to be exact. The spectre with his guns, Charlie with his particle thrower. Demons like Charlie couldn't die and so, even if he lost, he would still win in the end. It was a very simple plan, but one that sounded very effective. Especially since the other Ghostbusters would be surrounding the ghost, ready to give Charlie a hand.

"Hey, cowboy!" Charlie called with a wide grin, positioning himself opposite the spectre. "Wanna duel?"

It took the bait with no hesitation. Silence spread across the battlefield as the two supernatural beings faced each other.

Suddenly, a loud bang cut through the air. The ghost had fired. Almost immediately afterwards, the Ghostbusters' proton packs fired up, trapping the ghost in their streams. All except Charlie's. He was late. Incredibly late. But over the sound of the buzzing streams and the struggling of the spectre, nobody noticed. The ghost was trapped in record time.

"Great job, everyone!" Peter said in his usual sarcastic tone. "Now, let's get home before the horse shows up."

Everyone smiled. Everyone except Charlie.

"Um... Egon?" he said slowly. "I'm gonna need your scientific expertise here."

Egon turned around to look at him, immediately going white as a sheet. Charlie's flightsuit was tinted scarlet at the chest, the same color as Charlie's fingers which he stared at incredulously. Quickly, Egon rushed to his side and tore open his flightsuit. This couldn't be happening. It was impossible, it-

"Is this what I think it is?" Charlie mumbled.

Only a second later, his legs gave out.

[scaredofbrits]

A Sleepover

Dave miller (bc) x reader

idfk where I’m going with this series but yeah part 3, check out the rest if you haven’t already.

warnings: body praise, kissing, but fluff

(no smut)

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knock knock. You walked up to the door and looked through the peep hole. All you could see was tiny strands of blonde hair. You instantly knew who it was, and hesitated to open the door for a second. “Dave? Is that you?” You asked, leaning your head on the door.

“Well, obviously it’s me!” He yelled, still managing to sound stubborn but cute. You played with the locks and slowly opened the door, but, of course, he couldn’t wait. He pushed the door to the wall and barged in your home. “Wow, you couldn’t wait?”

“waiting….i don’t got time for that, doll.” he made circles around your living room and continued to ramble about waiting, and how he doesn’t like it. “mhm, yea. so can you explain why you’re here?” you stared at him and he froze, “well erm…my roommates, or whatever, kicked me out.” he looked around awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact. you took his words into consideration, and gave a slight nod.

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“yer’ sure I can shower here?” he bit his fingernails, trying to seem polite so you wouldn’t kick him out. “of course you can. I’ll prepare some clothes for you.” you gave him a look of assurance and he walked into your bathroom, and while he did that you searched your drawers and closet for some comfy clothes.

you waited patiently for him to come out of the bathroom, and held onto the clothing tight. he slowly opened the door and let all the smoke out. “hmm, I really needed that shower huh?” he laughed, but didn’t even realize you were staring at his scars. his beautiful scars all over him. you only had seen them on his arms but…everywhere else? it made him so much better looking.

you handed him the clothes and he observed them, “are ye jokin’ with me?” he gave you a death stare and you couldn’t help but laugh. he snatched the clothes and looked at the text on them, “not all princess are perfect.” you would die to see a goofball like him wear it. “ill just wear it inside out then.” he coughed, and threw the shirt on. it was so funny, he was so small and your shirt went down to his knees. you couldn’t contain your laughter and it for sure made him mad. “piss off, y/n.”

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“are you hungry at all?” you asked him, while messing with some ingredients in the fridge. “it’s whateva’…i don’t care what you make me. but where am I gonna sleep, luv?” he smirked, knowing that nickname would affect you somehow. “the couch isn’t all that comfy, you can just sleep with me.” you went back to an ingredient search, but what you suggested made his heart skip a beat. he got to sleep in the same bed…..as you?

you passed the plate over to Dave and he stared at the little snack you made, he found it cute. you let him into your home, let him shower, gave him some awful clothes, and made him a late night snack. he knew exactly what he’d do tonight. “so, do you like it?” you hummed happily, not even thinking about how he never took one bite. he looked up at you and smiled.

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you got comfy under the covers and closed your eyes. but he shuffled next to you and flipped you over. “you’re gorgeous, did you know that?” he smiled and gave you a small kiss. you were stunned, the praise and kiss? what was happening? he started to lift up your shirt slowly, and you gave him some help. he traced along your stomach with his finger slowly, humming while he did it. he stopped to give you a small peck on the neck and shoulder.

you felt like it was only right to take off his shirt and appreciate his body, too. he stopped assaulting you with love and allowed you to observe his body. you kissed around his scars gently, making him gasp quietly. “you’re perfect, too.” you whispered, letting your breath hit his body. between every two kisses you’d praise him, which led him to wrapping his arms around your waist, and pulling you in a little.

you stopped kissing his body and let your fingers run through his soft hair. he rested his head on your chest, and pulled you in closer. you lightly pushed your shirt off the bed, because it started to bother you. but then you fell asleep, happy and comfy in his arms.

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IM SO SORRY THIS WAS CHEESY AND SHORT BUT I RLLY HOPE YOU LIKED IT !!

[theophagie-remade]

(Warning: this is going to be a long long post)

[To make my life easier, I'm going to use "fanbase" to mean fans as a collective, and "fandom" to indicate those who are involved in shipping. Yes, I know that shipping isn't the only thing that makes up a fandom, but I need a quick way to differentiate between the two things, hence that "to make my life easier". Love and peace]

I've been spending a little more time on twitter these days just to witness the state of bnha discourse there (am I using it though? Ah! You'll never have me, hellsite [derogatory]), and man. It's genuinely... puzzling? Somewhat impressive, in a bad way? That such big portion of the fanbase appears to be completely unwilling to engage with anything that isn't surface level conflict, and completely disregards thematic elements, parallelisms, patterns...

Not that it's inherently wrong to be more interested in the fights, to want more action-based scenes or anything like that, and obviously it's not like bnha is the damned Divine Comedy, but the thing is, these are people who actively antagonize anyone who does talk about the [previously mentioned things] that it does have, and who do so in a scornful manner? What. Hello. I mean, shounen fans in general don't have the best reputation within manga/anime communities as it is, but to think that it has gotten this bad in there...

From my understanding things have turned especially sour in the past few months, but I do know that it has always been a thing. It was an eternity ago, but just to say one I still remember how a lot of people were genuinely convinced that Bakugou would indeed join the villains back when he had been kidnapped because... he has a bad attitude and is aggressive... When during the exam with Midoriya and All Might not long before that the audience was explicitly told what his objectives were, why he acted the way that he did, etc. Again, the problem isn't strictly that these people misunderstand things, but that they act like they know better and are so smart when canon (and theories by fandom swamp dwellers, but I'll get to this later*) has contradicted them again and again.

I'm going to half-recycle another post I made real quick. I know that to an external person it may look like I'm making up a Guy Type so that I can be mad at him, but well. It is a fact that the portion of the fanbase that I'm referring to is largely made up of young, straight men who invalidate the opinions of anyone who isn't like them, and that these guys are also very quick to turn to all sorts of bigotry whenever they have the chance, which... isn't a new thing obviously, but the thing with these guys is that oftentimes they're youtubers with a following, which can result in very nasty things. And after having had the displeasure of reading certain things, I do wonder why these men are even reading bnha anymore, what they're expecting out of it. It was obviously never going to be the dark manga that they wanted it to become. Midoriya was never going to be an ambiguous, emotionally distant protagonist. Bakugou was never going to remain a big, bad bully.

Recycling another post of mine again, but 💀 it literally is like this. Sorry for the bad screenshot but I don't want to worsen the length of this post too much lol

And speaking of Bakugou, something that at first really threw me off when I first exposed myself to this side of the fanbase (to the Dudebros™) is how vehemently they hate him. It's funny, because on paper he is most things that they've always wanted Midoriya to be. He's sure of himself, stronger than most since the beginning, has drive, is cool, isn't wHiNy. And then I began reading things like "all the teen girls and women in their 20s in this community care about is their stupid anime boy and their baseless gay ship" and I was like "Ah. It's one of those cases". And I don't like playing armchair psychologist, but from the way they're obsessed with bringing up his past bullying, and from how they talk about him in general, I do also think that they project hard onto Midoriya, whom they perceive as "the victim", "the underdog", hence why they wish he hated Bakugou, why they play down how important they are for each other, maybe why they refuse to accept the emotional weight of certain scenes and narrative choices.

And to tie back into *what I said earlier, this attitude that they have towards Bakugou, the way they act like he isn't a pivotal character (he's the damn co-star on set ffs), how they constantly and purposefully misunderstand him has had very funny outcomes, in which: they say A; the fandom (among which are the aforementioned brainless girls and women) says B; in the time that it takes for a chapter to come out, the dudebros revel in their perceived superiority; Horikoshi ends up delivering B, or as close to B as it could have been; ✨️the dudebros have a meltdown✨️, mayhaps they even have the bright idea of sending some death threats to Horikoshi himself here and there; repeat. And obviously the fandom has its own unlikely theories too, but in the case of these guys we're talking consistent levels of flopping, of completely misreading the manga and the characters. But no, it's the teen girls and the women who are stupid and ruin the fanbase with their disgusting gay🤢🤮 shipping (and any queer fan too, obviously 🙄, do any of you not know that shounen manga is supposed to be for us manly straight men who like pussy and want to see blood and guts 🙄) (why are you even still reading bnha if you're looking for that???)

The unfortunate coincidence that has made all of this worse was that, just as most people in the fandom like Bakugou and most dudebros dislike him, most dudebros like Uraraka and most people in the fandom... dislike her? Nope, not even that! (Un)surprisingly, there aren't many people around who express negative things about Uraraka herself. What I did read? Criticism (very understandable criticism, criticism that I fully agree with) of Horikoshi's writing, wishes that she had been given more agency, that she had been treated like the prominent supporting character that she is in a dignified way and not just as the mc's token future wife... Mhhh. Funny that. Funny also that most of this criticism indeed comes from women, who in turn are told that they should just shut up and stop complaining. :)

And wouldn't it be even funnier if the two characters that the fanbase is split over were both shipped with the mc, creating an even more polarised environment. :). And it's frustrating that it all circles back to that, izuocha isn't fandom-popular because people generally bring up its one-sidedness and the fact that Uraraka's feelings for Midoriya did have a negative impact on her growth, bakudeku isn't dudebro-popular because, and I'm listing things that I have literally read: it's gay and Midoriya and Bakugou aren't gay (a classic, an evergreen. Fresh); Bakugou abused Midoriya; Midoriya and Bakugou think of each other like brothers (note the paradox here); it's "sexualising children" (but shipping izuocha isn't?).

So Fun. Not one thing to not love in here 👍

Going back to Bakugou a second, but at this point it isn't even funny to read certain comments anymore for just how stupid they are. Bakugou dudebros pov encouraging him to win, keeping his secrets, wanting him to look at me, helping him train, constantly worrying for him, saving his life by risking mine, knowing him better than anyone else, apologising to him, being the closest person to him, acting like and thinking about him before possibly dying because I hate him 💢😠👊

And I mean, like I said lots of guys say things like these because 1) of projection and refusal to move on from the bully version of him from the earliest part of the story; 2) he's largely liked by female fans and Women Bad; 3) it's an extension of the bakudeku/izuocha ship war (🙄), but this pettiness and desire to be contrary for no good reason at all do leave me ??? Like, just how incapable of reading are you willing to make yourself look just because of how immature you are (if you are indeed faking it instead of the worse scenario, which is you not even misreading things on purpose but being that bad at it...)

[shadowi8]

Nagisa had the great idea of having a meeting with everyone where they drink and make a Power Point presentation on a subject that they master without studying it, any subject; this happened thanks to some posts on internet.

Some agreed to participate, because it would be fun and so on, like Natsuya, who was always ready to drink, and others preferred to be spectators, like Nao, who would be taking care of everyone.

They had their presentations ready before the event and the point was to talk about whatever they wanted with the alcohol in their system, making it funny by going off topic, slurring words, etc.

The situation was fun, as long as no one threw up or ended up unconscious on the floor. Although Haruka had a simple presentation ready, when he got a little drunk, he asked for a laptop to change some things on it. So, while the others presented their PPs, between laughs and silly comments, Haruka made a new presentation, from scratch. They asked him if he was ready, if they could see how he was doing, but he insisted that they'll see it when they had to see it.

Haruka took so long that everyone had already finished their PPs. Once he was satisfied with what he did, he connected the laptop to the television, which was where the presentations were projected, and stood up so sure and proud of himself that the place fell silent.

He extended an arm to emphasize his PP, as if it were the best work of his life. The first slide quotes "The reasons why I love Makoto"

Makoto blushed to the ears while Nagisa got excited, Rin looked at him in complete disbelief, Hiyori felt that he understood Haruka perfectly, wondering why he didn't think of making a presentation about Ikuya, etc.

"Reason number one…" Haruka changed the slide.

Each slide had a reason. At first they were some simple things, then they became reasons so corny that Rin was on the verge of tears.

"You have mentioned Makoto's smile like ten times, Haru" Asahi commented after a while.

"I will mention it as many times as necessary. Let's continue. Reason twenty-four…"

Haruka spoke so adoringly, so proudly, that it made it hard for others to get mad at him. When was he going to finish? For a moment they thought he was going to give a presentation about water, mackerel or marine life.

"Haru" Rin interrupted him at one point, just as confused as the rest. "You've been saying things like Makoto is careless, clumsy, forgetful…"

"Uh-huh. And?"

"Those are flaws" Ikuya added.

"Uh-huh. I ask again. And?"

"Well, is just…"

"Even his flaws are reasons why I love him. Anyway, reason 35, his smile..."

Everything was going well until the reasons began to rise in tone.

"Reason forty-three, his huge tits"

"Haru!" Makoto squealed in embarrassment as Nagisa and Natsuya burst out laughing.

"They're soft as clouds. Reason forty-four, his thick thighs. I could be between them forever and let him choke me with them, just like…"

"HARU!"

The presentation ended when Makoto stumbled out of his seat to reach Haruka who he covered his mouth with one hand. Between pulling and shoving, Haruka managed to change the slide that read "His strong arms". Makoto wanted to hide under a stone.

[booplol]

Bad day?

Hello! This is a fic of 3 of my ocs! 

THIS IS AN SFW TICKLE FIC! Warnings: gay

this is my first ff that i am posting so im sorry if it sucks 👍

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  Rye opened the door to the small apartment and saw Ethan making food for them. "Hey love, how was your-"

  Rye was already gone and shut the door of the bedroom behind him. He took off his bag and coat and flopped on the bed for a sec. He was so tired, his boss was up his ass, his friend's dog got sick, he was in pain, everything that could have gone wrong today went wrong. He just could not think about talking to people right now.

 Knock knock.

"...Rye? You okay love?"

Ethan was definitely a bit annoyed she was ignored, but decided to put that aside and help their boyfriend.

"...I'm fine, sorry babe, can I have like 5 minutes to change?" "Of course, come out when you're done." Rye slightly smiled, he loved his partner so much. They made him feel so welcomed, Rye felt bad about what he did, so about five minutes later after changing into some pajamas, he went to the kitchen to check on Ethan.

"Hey babe, sorry about ignoring you, it's been a long day..." "Wanna talk about it?"

Rye sighed and laid his head on Ethan's shoulder. He explained all the bs he was put through that day, his boss, the customers, the dog, and whatever else. Ethan listened and finished making dinner for the three.

Ding dong!

"Hiiii did you miss me?"

Leaf shining like a bright star wheeled into the kitchen and gave Ethan a kiss before turning to Rye and smiling. Rye gave a half smile back and Leaf knew something was up. Rye is scared of telling Leaf some things because when xe know Rye is sad, they make is a war in order to make sure he is happy. Leaf immediately asked.

"Rye? What happened?" "W-what? Nothing! Just tired..." "No, that's a face of sadness, if you don't tell me right now mister, you know what I will do?" "WAIT! W-wait I know! I'll tell you..." "Wait, what will Leaf do?"

Ethan now clearly interested and mad he was not apart of this little secret he needed to know what it was now.

"N-NOTHING!! DON'T WORRY!" "Let's just say I have a way of getting him happy!"

Ethan was intrigued,

"Well, what is it?" "...Grab Rye and give him a bear hug."

Rye immediately bolted to his room, with Ethan chasing right behind him. Ethan's fighting experience mixed with his 6 day a week gym routine, he was much faster and stronger than Rye and gave him a bear hug. Leaf came in not long after and smiled deviously.

"Alright, you can't tell ANYONE. Got it?" "Uh... yeah got it."

Leaf grabbed Rye's hips and squeezed, with that squeeze was a following squeal. Following that was Rye's face turning bright red. Ethan know immediately what was going on.

"Ryeeee, how could you leave this from meeee?!" "Shuhuhuhut uhuhp!" "Hey! Don't talk to Ethan like that!"

Ethan lightly pressed Rye against the wall and started spidering his sides, causing him to slide down the wall. Leaf got out of the wheelchair cautiously, and sat on Rye's legs and poked at his knees. This sent him an octave higher than what he was before.

"Wowww, I have never seen him laugh like this before! It's so cute!" "It's more than cute! He loves it no matter what he tells you."

Rye could not handle the teasing and the tickling, it was unbearable!

"EheEHhheheEHehehHEHEHEHHEhehehe! NAHHahaHAHtTTt ThEERERHRHEREE!"

Ethan had made it right next to his belly button, he started lightly scratching at the hole and, when I tell you he screamed, yes, he screamed.

Ethan was shocked, she has never seen their boyfriend so vulnerable before, it shocked him. He began scratching the bully button lighter, which reacted in squeaky giggles and hiccups.

"ehEEHEHEHEheehe. IhihIhih HahAHAataTehHEHE yohohoho GuYsS!" "Really? You think it's funny! Why can't we?"

Rye tried to kick, but that didn't work. Leaf eventually work xeir way to his feet. He shrieked and threw his head back, nearly smacking the wall and trying to escape this tickle torture! When Leaf scratched up and down his soles so lightly, he lost his composure and dignity. He thrashed and tried to escape, the ONE thing he could not take was this! Ethan let go of Rye's hands and joined Leaf who still had Rye's legs trapped. They both grabbed each foot and lightly tickled each foot.

"AHAHHAHAHAH! NOHOHOHO! I'M- I'M NOHOHOHOT SAHAHAHAHD ANAHAHANAHNYMOHOHOHOHOREEEEE! PLEAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEAHAHSEEEE!"

Leaf heard these pleads and decided to slow down and go back to his knees, lightly tracing circles and squares and squiggles into the sensitive skin. Ethan went back to his boyfriend's torso and lightly scratched his sides. Rye's laughter died down into squeaky, quiet laughter.

"Do you feel better?" "Y-yehahaheahhaha."

As they stopped and Rye caught his breath entirely, Leaf turned to him,

"Rye, please don't be afraid to tell me things. I love you and respect you, okay?" "...yeah. I will. Thank you."

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"wtf... OH SHIT THE FOOD."

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Hiii! Sorry this was shit, this is my first fic! I am very tired and maybe a bit high but y'know, slay.

So yea hope u likeditokbye.

-Z

[fullofsunsetwhispers]

Those craiyon pics of Jack Spicer in court are great.

Jack is on trial and Omi is doing the very best to be his lawyer and defend him, so he has to climb up on the court table to look professional and tall. Omi's yelling about how he knows that Jack is good deep deep deep down. Or maybe he's yelling "Gong Yi Tempai" to start the trial.

Anon, reveal yourself, so I can kiss you.

Let's make it comedy gold and make Jack oblivious to charges.

The police raided his house, turned off all the tech that makes him an evil boy genius, and escorted him out of his bedroom during his nap. He regained consciousness when they threw him like a bag of potatoes in the backseat of the police car. 'Hey what's going on!?' - the kidnapped boy exclaimed 'You have your right to remain silent - was the response. Jack tried to protest through various means: yelling, threatening, and loud sobbing. Unfortunately, to no effect. Cops refused to elaborate where they're headed and why this 'lovely ride' occurred. He was put in a cell for a couple of hours, waiting for the trial. (if this is a scenario with ghost!wuya I would also add a short scene in which she suggests Jack escape, but he refuses bc he's afraid his parents may know about this. And when it comes to his parents' disappointment and jail - he would choose jail)

At some point, he gains enough strength to ask a warden if he can get a lawyer. The warden, to Jack's surprise says, he was already assigned one.

In court, Jack is very stressed. No sign of his lawyer and judge would be here soon. Suddenly, the courtroom's door is flung open with a thump. jack has never felt so embarrassed. It was no one else but Omi with his little team of xiaolin losers. However, there was something off about their appearances. They had more formal clothes than usual. Especially cueball, who was wearing a fine grey suit with a dark-blue tie. Jack thought to himself that's about time for Kimiko to finally buy some normal clothes for Omi. The red-haired boy observed how they seated themselves in the first row. Omi spotted jack, so he waved at him. In spite of such a warm welcome, Jack slipped off of his chair, so he could hide the shame drawing on his very pale face. Then, he remembered, that the trial will soon begin, so he corrected his posture and decided to act adequately. From the corner of his eye, he saw Omi exchanging a few words with his friends. 'They're mocking me, I bet.' - hissed through his teeth the accused evil boy genius. 'No, we were discussing how to help you!' - a cheerful voice rung into his ears. Jack Spicer turned his head in the direction the voice came from. He squalled in fear, seeing Omi sitting next to him as if he teleported. When the initial adrenaline rush wore off, he started scolding the young monk. 'The hell's your deal. cheeseball!?' 'I just want to help!' 'Yeah, I don't need your pity. You and the xiaolin freaks should leave, me and my lawyer will clear up this misunderstanding.' Omi smiled at the redhead. - 'sure, you will!' - he chirped. 'That's why you should get out of his chair, he'll be here in any minute.' Omi's smile turned into a wide grin - 'He's already sitting on his chair!'

Jack's eyes widened and he took a glance at Omi once again, with disbelief. That's just perfect. They taught Omi how to joke around. Unfortunately, the future prince of darkness did not find the joke particularly funny. In fact, he got angrier: 'Ha-HA! My patience is running out, little man. GET LOST.' After Jack's words, Omi made a worried face. 'But jack Spicer, I AM your lawyer!!!' With Omi's shout, the others in tune laid on the line the sad truth. Omi indeed was assigned as Jack's lawyer.

It wasn't visible at all, but Jack felt as if he got paler. ' My lawyer? You? For real!?? - he asked incredulously. Omi put tiny hands on his waist and beamed with pride: 'YES, I AM!' Jack:

In this very moment, the judge and the crew entered the court. Jack knew he was finished. He started whispering about how mad his parents would be if they find out. Omi, on the other hand, seeing how distressed his client is, patted his shoulder to calm him down.

'We'll certainly win, Jack Spicer!'

'We won't. - evil boy genius stated, looking at the watch that activated jackbots - 'There's only one way. I'm getting away from here. I'll be a wanted man, but I'll manage' - he clicked the button but nothing happened.

He struggled for a while repeating pushing the button on and on. Then Omi informed him the police officers took in his robots.

'ya mean 'they took them away' - Jack corrected cheeseball and when monk's words sunk in, he almost leaped out of his chair:

'They have my robots!?' 'Yes' 'Now I wanna fight' 'You won't.' 'I won't' :( - jack sighed, resigned. - 'Ok but what they're charging me off?'

'I don't know that yet' - Omi reluctantly admitted

'You're my lawyer! You SHOULD know things like that!'

Then the small banter escalates between the little lawyer and Jack. They both try to figure out on what grounds Jack was arrested. Omi asks about the evil deeds he committed in the near past, which Jack enumerates, but those are very trivial ones.

The whole conversation comes down to this:

Omi assures Jack he's got this and then this funny thing, which anon suggested, happens.

Little one, to everyone's astonishment, yells 'Gong Yi Tempai' with confidence this is how you start a trial.

Jack looks angrily at Omi's friends as if he accused them of not explaining to Omi how he should behave in court.

Clay mouths something along the lines 'we're sorry there was no time' and Rai discretely whispers to Omi that was inappropriate.

Little monk blushed and apologized. The trial continues and there is a touching moment in which Omi with determination tries to prove Jack is capable of good things, too! Jack was so struck by that confession he was speechless.

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That was written down in a fit of inspiration, hope you find that wholesome and funny. Sorry for finishing at such a moment we don't know if Jack is really guilty or not. Anyway, I pictured Jack and Omi's shenanigans perfectly, so that should suffice!

[briamichellewrites]

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Flashback: 1997. Mike introduced his foster daughter, Jayde to the band. She was beautiful with long brown hair and bangs. They could see she was assessing the situation to make sure she was safe. He had told them about him and his girlfriend fostering a child, who had come from an abusive home. To protect her privacy, he didn’t tell them what kind of abuse she had suffered. It wasn’t their business anyway. He took her hand and they went over to the chairs.

While they worked, she played with her Barbies quietly by dressing them and brushing their hair. She had a water bottle that she drank from when she got thirsty. They could see her watching them with curiosity. When they interacted with her, she answered their questions politely, though she gave off a shy vibe. That was okay. She didn’t know them. Mike looked over at her every once in a while.

She had just been placed with him and his girlfriend, Anna a month ago. Having just come out of detox, she was very scared about the world around her, women, doctors, and anything medical. She only allowed him to help her or bathe her. The only time she accepted help from Anna was as if he was also there. She could get dressed, brush her teeth and hair, and tie her shoes. They worked with her every day to earn her trust. That included being patient, talking calmly to her, redirecting her instead of punishing her when she made a mistake, and playing Barbies with her.

They didn’t send her to her room. Instead, they talked to her to make sure she understood what she had done wrong. They also reminded themselves that she was a child, who had gone through trauma. The band was patient with her, too. After a week, she was comfortable enough to engage more in conversation. At the time, the band consisted of Mike, Joe Hahn, Brad Delson, Rob Bourdon, Dave “Phoenix” Farrell, and Mark Wakefield.

It took a month, they saw her true personality. She was still very curious. They also discovered how genuinely funny she was, alongside her almost endless energy. She had an enthusiasm for things like animals, music, Barbies, and performing. That was also when the stories started. During breaks, she told them stories about Barbie and her boyfriend, Brad.

“Me”, Brad asked jokingly.

“No, another Brad. He’s not very smart.”

“Who is Brad to Barbie? Is he her boyfriend? Brother?”

“He’s her boyfriend. Except, he’s so stupid that he does stuff to make her mad. She breaks up with him and then he does something smart. Then, she takes him back until he does something stupid again!”

What was the dumbest thing he ever did? She had to think about that. He forgot how to do laundry and mixed up the clothes. Barbie got mad because her clothes were bleeding and ruined. She had to buy new ones. They were very expensive, too! Like, over twenty dollars! She threw him out and he had to stay in a hotel because he didn’t have anywhere else to go. Except for his car. She was going to go to a party, so she had to buy a new dress. It was very sparkly.

She was going to wear the dress again for Christmas with her matching shoes and jewelry. Did Brad ruin her shoes? No, he didn’t like her shoes because they were for girls. He laughed. Okay. She gave him the Ken doll, which she was using for Brad. He was dressed in a camouflage shirt with matching shorts. His blonde hair made him look like a member of a boy band.

She had a lot of accessories for her dolls. He didn’t have any interest in Barbies, as he was a guy in his early twenties. Though, he had to admit that some of the stuff was interesting. She had a dog smaller than his little finger. The toys were made for children’s hands, as they were so small. She finished getting Barbie dressed in a very nice dress and having her hair brushed. There. What party was she going to? It was for actors. Big, big actors like Brad Pitt!

They were going to drink wine all night and talk with different people. There was also going to be food there. Adult food, not kid food. Everyone had to get dressed up because they had cameras taking pictures. It sounded boring but Barbie wanted to go. She had to make sure Brad stayed out of trouble at home. While they continued talking, the other guys came in and joined them.

She had moved on to Brad. What was he up to? He was in trouble again. What did he do? He forgot the dog outside. The dog was scratching at the door until Barbie let him in. How long was it outside? About thirty minutes. He let it out to go to the bathroom but then forgot because he had to finish exercising.

“The dog is mad at him now. He gave him his favorite toy, so he’s playing with it. Barbie took his Sega away from him for the rest of the day. He wants to play video games but he can’t until tomorrow and he can’t try to take it because she brought it with her to the party and he doesn’t have a car, so he can’t drive to get it.”

“He is in big trouble, then”, Phoenix said.

She nodded. “Yes, that’s why he’s so stupid!”

They laughed. When it was time to do her schoolwork, she had to put her dolls back in her bag. Mike thanked her for listening to him. Even though she had her moments of stubbornness, she was a great kid. She got her schoolwork out with a pencil before sitting down again. At twenty years old, Mike was a great father! He had empathy, compassion, and a calmness to him that she needed.

He was slow to anger and he worked through problems. Fostering a child was not something he had in mind, but it was the most rewarding experience. Anna had found a pediatric therapist, who specialized in treating trauma and child abuse. Jayde had gone to her first appointment. She thought the woman was nice, though she didn’t know if she could trust her yet. That was more than okay. As long as she worked with her. The band thought she was the greatest kid ever.

She had trouble sitting still and focusing, due to her ADHD. The guys took turns helping her out with her math, geography, reading, and science. Math was difficult for her because she got things mixed up. Adding, subtracting, multiplication, division, and fractions were confusing. If she was in regular school, she would likely be in special education.

Thankfully being homeschooled meant she could take her time and she could take breaks when she was frustrated. She liked learning about science and geography. Geography meant learning about different cultures and people in the world. Mike taught her about Japan and his father’s culture. The three of them made curry with rice. She ended up liking it. It was different from what she had before. He was thrilled he had someone to celebrate his culture with!

He glanced over at her and found her working quietly with Brad. She was standing up because she had too much energy to sit down. Seeing that she was okay, he went back to what he was doing. The day was almost over. When they got home, they would have dinner before she needed to take a bath. She could do that by herself and no longer needed help.

Then, they could play until it was time for bed. It was a nice relaxing routine. Anna usually took over while he cleaned up the kitchen. The warm water helped calm her down for bed after a day of being energized. She brought her Barbie doll into the bathtub and cleaned her hair.

Bedtime was eight or eight thirty, depending upon when she got tired. They let her stay up longer on weekends and she could stay in her pajamas all day if she wanted. Jayde, why was six afraid of seven, Joe asked her. She shrugged. Because seven ate nine! It took her a minute before she got the joke! They laughed. Oh, man! She was going to have to remember that! They laughed again.

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