#it's like arguing with a brick wall bro

[transillusionisms]

holy SHIT i hate antis. guys did you know if you lie about a community you can make it look like you're the good guys

[streetfarterturdstrike]

Harada’s really trying to argue on twitter that he has no bias against Anna like he didn’t remake that Nina Vs Anna poll because Anna was winning lmao

[hysteria-things]

Can you make nsfw abcs with Matt and Chris separately please??

NSFW ALPHABET

read matt’s here

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i had a ball doing this LMAO

posting this and then a matt fic later today :)

hope you like it anon!

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

a lot of people say chris wouldn’t be the best at aftercare but i honestly disagree. he’ll do anything to make you feel comfortable and safe before he tends to his own needs.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

chris low-key likes his lips. wherever he kisses you he loves how perfect his lips feel on your body. (a bonus is his hair. he goes spiraling on the inside whenever you tug on it)

man loves your ass. the way it jiggles and shit at the slightest thing; muah chefs kiss. especially how it recoils when he’s taking you from behind.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

hates using condoms and will always cum inside you. you’re obviously on birth control, but also have extra plan b’s just in case. will admire the way it oozes out of you, always thinking about how hot you look with his cum inside you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

will never admit this but he enjoys it when you “tease” him in public; aka doing normal things and getting turned on by it. you can simply bend down to get something off a shelf or lean against him in crowded areas and bro is bricked up.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

definetly has like two bodies before you. although, sex comes naturally to him, and knows what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

LOVES LOVES LOVES BACKSHOTS. argue with the wall.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

leans more toward serious but if you guys aren’t really going at it he’ll pop a joke here and there.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

keeps it trimmed very nicely. the thought of being clean shaven will make him feel bald.

he really doesn’t give a fuck if you have hair or not. as long as the pussy is fire he’s not complaining!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

will make out with you until you can’t breathe. especially if his brothers are home, he’ll make sure to keep you quiet by having you moan in his mouth instead.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

if he’s away on tour or a vacation, he has no problem pulling up the videos you guys took in his my eyes only.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

dumbification and breeding. it honestly turns him on even more when you can’t speak and all you can think about is his dick buried inside you. gives him motivation because he’s the only one that can do that to you and he wants to make sure you know it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

either the bed or anywhere there’s a surface. a desk or counter, for example. he loves bending you over taking you right there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

the sounds you make. your moans and squeals are like music to his ears and that alone can send him over the edge in minutes.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

THREESOMES. would rather die than share you with anybody else; he’s too protective over you for that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

a mixture of both, but likes giving a little more. will always be up for a blowjob, but whenever he eats you out it’s still for his pleasure. he’ll thrust his pelvis into the mattress to get some friction. skill-wise, let’s just say he knows the spots that will make your eyes roll back and legs shake.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and rough for sure. his mission will be to wreck your body. however, if you guys are having sleepy sex then he’ll go slow and sensual.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

will do them anywhere anytime. at a party? he’ll take you to the bathroom. at a clothing store? to the dressing room, you’ll go.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

if you want to try something new, he’ll be down to do it. if there’s something you guys try and don’t like, then it’ll never happen again. he’s glad you guys tried it out either way.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he wishes he could do like five but in reality, he can do two. although, he can last for a while until you’re completely satisfied.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn’t own any but you do. so when you guys are at your house, he’ll use the vibrator on you. it’s pretty rare when you do it though because he likes to do the pleasuring. not some toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

will tease you just to mess with you and make you mad. he finds it funny when you cross your arms and huff at him, but the teasing will be worth it in the end.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

dirty talks A LOT, but when he’s not he’ll grunt every time he thrusts back into you. he will let a whimper slip if you clench out of nowhere and it throws him off guard.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

will take in how perfect you wrap around his cock. his jaw will slack as he watches himself pump in and out of you, especially if you cum and it starts to drip down his shaft.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

he’s big 100%, but more girthy than lengthy. in every picture i’ve seen, he’s always had a bulge.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

chris is a horndog 25/8. you could be driving back to your house and he’ll call you to have you turn around.

“i’m horny again.”

“i JUST left???”

“sorry.”

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

bro knocks the fuck out LMAO he’ll see if you need anything afterward, but he’s half asleep when he asks.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @hearts4chris @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom @tillies33ssss @sturnifyed @mayhem-72 @ripmattitude @p1xieswrld @alorsxsturn @txssvx

[phantasmiac]

never forget that dabi is canonically a crybaby/angry crier and would 100% be clenching his butt cheeks trying to hold back the waterworks while arguing with you if his tear ducts weren’t burnt off. and that’s exactly why despite always packing a punch, his insults are nice and short. he’s gotta wrap it up and run out of there quickly before time is up and the dam breaks.

and you think he might truly be heartless when he leaves you to cry all by yourself but bro is literally somewhere having his own music video. sliding down a brick wall, gripping at his shirt, head in his hands, all while still trying to convince himself he doesn’t care. just ten times more pathetic than whatever you’re up to tbh. bc it’s easier for you to pick yourself back up once you realize he’s just gonna come back like always.

but he mastered the art of being dramatic and emotional before he even took his first steps! it doesn’t matter how many arguments you’ve had at this point; in his head, he’s experiencing doomsday for the trillionth time. after he’s done rubbing his eyes raw and furiously wiping away his snot he’ll straighten himself out and put on his most unbothered expression.

and you’ll cry again when he returns, because he hurt you and he’s an asshole for prancing back in all cool and nonchalant like nothing happened — and perhaps because you missed him, just a little. he’ll kiss your forehead and give you his little half assed apologies that you really need to stop settling for. he’ll wipe your tears away and tease you for being such a softie.

“one day you’ll be the one crying over me,” you sniffle. “then you’ll understand.”

if only you knew.

“keep dreaming baby.”

[potlattice]

Moth To A Flame

Rafe Cameron x reader

Warnings: mentioned underage drinking, toxic!Rafe, implied drug-use, manipulation

Rafe gets Topper's girl under control...

"Get your bitch under control." Rafe snapped at his friend, rolling his eyes at your sorry state.

Topper kept quiet, trying to get you to drink the cup of water he held to your lips but you slapped his hand away.

"Fuck you, Rafe." You slurred, eyes blurry as you stared up at the tall figure that stood behind your boyfriend.

He took a threatening step towards you but Topper quickly intervened by placing a hand on his chest.

"Don't touch her bro."

"He already has." You scoffed, leaning your head against the wall behind you and closing your eyes with a painful sigh.

Your head was pounding and your legs weren't working, so the cold floor felt harsh against your thighs. You had been sat, propped up against the brick wall outside the Cameron mansion for about ten minutes now while the boys argued.

"The fuck?" Topper asked aloud at your mumbled words. "What does she mean, Rafe?"

"She's wasted. She doesn't even know what she's saying." Rafe reassured him with a shake of his head. "Just get her out of here. She's ruining my party."

"Yeah, whatever." Topper nodded, running a stressed hand through his gelled hair.

"Put her in my room." Rafe said, looking down at you like you were gum on the floor. "Then come join the party again."

"I can't just leave her there alone. Someone might...find her." Topper frowned.

"Dude, my door locks from the outside too." Rafe rolled his eyes at his friend's hesitance. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and passed them to his friend.

"You want me to lock her in?" He asked doubtfully. "What if she needs help? Wha-

"Fuck sake! Enough with the questions." Rafe groaned out, taking a step back from the both of you. "You're ruining my high. I'm going back inside."

He headed for the patio door but just before he went through he turned back to look at Topper.

"And bro, if you start feeling guilty, just remember that she put herself in this position...and deserves to be punished, okay?"

Topper just sighed and stared down at the keys in his hands.

You were laid out on the soft cotton sheets, lightly singing to the music that played a floor below you.

Although your body hadn't sobered up yet, your mind was coming around.

You felt awful for your boyfriend. Even though you were slightly mad that he'd abandoned you in Rafe's room with nothing but a lamp on and a glass of water, you knew that you'd ruined his night. Again.

What was wrong with you? For the last few weeks, every time you went to a party with your boyfriend and his friends, you lost control and took it too far.

Last time, you said it wouldn't happen again but you knew it wasn't true.

Rafe knew it too.

You closed your eyes at the thought. Shame pommeled your stomach and you clutched it as you felt nauseous.

You were starting to believe he wanted you and Topper to break up now. If you so much as put a toe out of line, he was the first to notice, and the first to tell Topper to 'sort it out'.

At the thought, you scoffed and looked around the room that had become very familiar to you.

He was a very possessive person. It was obvious even through his belongings. The room was bland, but Topper had mentioned one time that Rafe kept most of his possessions locked away in his wardrobe or under his bed.

That's why you'd been pleasantly surprised when he had barely reacted after you started dating Topper.

A year ago, you had met Rafe first. It was for a birthday party at some frat house off the island but he'd also been there because you shared a mutual friend.

You had kissed a couple times and split a cigarette but after you caught him talking to another girl later in the night, you had stormed up to him and demanded he give your number back. Rafe refused but you were good at hiding.

Until your boyfriend introduced you to him 'for the first time' six months later...

"Well, well, well."

You barely had the energy to lift your head, but you recognised the deep voice and didn't give him the satisfaction of your attention as he locked the door behind him.

"Look at you." He mused, standing over you with his hands buried in his pockets, a grin pressed to his face. "Comfy?" He asked with a snicker.

You frowned at him. "Where's Topper?"

"Don't worry. My sister's keeping him entertained."

Your heart clenched at his words and you licked your lips. "He'll come get me soon."

"No..." Rafe drawled out, taking a seat beside you. "I think we'll be alone for a long time."

"Get away from me." You gritted out, shifting your body away but your head spun as you lifted it from the pillow.

"You should relax. It must really be kicking in now."

You frowned at his words but reached a hand out, trying to grab your phone from the nightstand. Rafe saw your actions and tutted loudly. He leaned over your body, uncaring that he squashed you below his heavy frame, and snatched it from your weak grasp.

"You can stop panicking. I won't do anything tonight. I've taken too many drugs." He rolled his eyes and started to scroll through the contents of your phone, already knowing your password. "You got any good pics on here?"

"Fuck you." You muttered with a deep exhale.

"Is this supposed to be me?" He laughed, turning the phone screen to you and you squinted at the bright blue light before your eyes managed to focus on the contact name:

X DO NOT ANSWER X

You would have blocked him but as your boyfriend's companion, it was handy to have his number when Topper wasn't answering.

Your eyes began to get heavy as he took up a relaxed position beside you, resting against the headboard as he had fun on your phone with no regard for your privacy.

His face was lit up by the glow of the screen and your eyelids finally fell shut just as his expression changed to one of elation.

"Bingo." He said lowly and you hoped he hadn't forced his way into your hidden photos.

back from holidayyyyy, just dropping an idea for a series i had in mind...

[spinji]

Something I find extremely funny about the "Deku is Straight" brick wall arguing in this fandom is that there's basically no arguments about all of the boys that are shipped with Deku being straight.

Like- "No Deku likes women he can't possibly like men. Bakugou? Ye he's probably gay. Todoroki? For sure into dudes. Rody? 100% has a crush on Deku. B-But uh-! In like a non-reciprocated...manly...bro way. Yeah...

Anyway Deku is strai-"

[riddlesrose]

oddly specific fontaine hcs!

w/ lyney, lynette, ferminet, focalors, charlotte, wriothesely & neuvillette

cw; posted before the release of any of them so this is most likely going to look very ooc in a few weeks

lyney 

i’d see bro being really good at cartwheels and handstands

orange juice man

very skilled with his hands, he gives good massages, he’s able to unstick those flat lego bricks from one another, and can type really quickly no matter the surface or device

almost tore the whole of fontaine apart when he lost his best deck of cards. turns out ferminet hid them and lynette played along like she knew nothing

lynette 

fantastic cook, cooks for her brothers all the time when they say ‘please lynette?’ with their big bug eyes, she never says no..

apple juice gal

once threatened to physically attack a man if he did not leave her and her brothers alone

can do a front and back flip from standing 

freminet

has a collection of small figurines that only lyney and lynette know about

fruit punch guy

secretly has watched all the tinkerbell movies and cried during the neverbeast one. me too dude me too.

very picky eater, the twins help him find good places to eat when they’re not home, and lynette cooks or preps meals for when her and lyney aren’t going to be home, thought fermi promises he can cook for himself

fermi is the nickname i now call him

focalors

kind of implied canon but loved arguing with people, even if she knows she's wrong at one point, she’ll just egg them on until she’s had enough

does NOT like zhongli. no explanation.

attacks kids online 

knows fluent sign language

an absolute menace to ask for a favour, she’ll do it no doubt but she’ll ask for six things in return, roll her eyes so far into the back of her head and drag her feet but when she comes back she’s basically bouncing off the walls, she meant absolutely none of what she asked for or said . she just likes teasing

charlotte

weirdly good at cards, lyney onced challenged her to a simple game of cards when he heard her boasting about being the best in fontaine at cards, needless to say lyney never asked charlotte to play cards again. 

had a pet duck as a kid (it wasn’t hers, she just found a family of ducks at a pond one day and cried when it swam away from her)

also attacks kids online

allergic to peanuts and vinegar

wriothesely

fell down the stairs as a child. 

has a do not disturb aura surrounding him until he’s had his morning coffee and read the paper

scares adults more than children, kids are oddly drawn to him

diona wouldn’t mind him if they ever met but to klee, he’s another on the weird adult list

the ‘kid’ online. 

wrio is able to sleep anywhere honestly. cars? yes. trains? of course. the couch? where’s the blanket.

neuvillette

the bow in his hair was given to him by an elderly lady one day when she noticed him fighting with his hair, she told him to keep it, little does the sweet lady know, he still wears it subconsciously, as he doesn't want to fight with his hair again 

i feel like he’d be one to enjoy being around young people with their carefree lives, i think him and klee would get along, not diona though. 

does not like eggs??

[b0nten]

POLAROIDS & CIGARETTES

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ them finding out you have a polaroid of you in your phone case

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ ran sanzu and hakkai being goofy

hakkai

bro is SO excited

literally the happiest man alive

he just wanted to see what the time was and next thing he knew he was hit by a sudden rush of euphoria, happiness and everything positive

my guy looked at you like you had just commited the BIGGEST, MOST SINFUL crime ever

“what’s wrong, hakkai?”

“are you REALLY asking that 🤨?”

“….”

“UR PHONE CASE IS SO CUTE☺️☺️!!!”

and then he kisses you

literally so wholesome

would URGE you to take another pic for him to keep in his phone case.

boy adores showing you off

speaking about showing you off,,

i think his photo would be REAAAAAALLY similar to yours or maybe even a re-enacted version of yours

matchy king

the photo is of you two on your anniversary, at tokyo disneyland. it’s so pretty — the sky is dark and there’s fireworks dancing on it, and the castle’s towering behind you. you and hakkai are wearing matching mickey and minnie mouse ears and you’re holding a giant koala plushie that the won for you at an arcade. it’s the most beautiful picture ever, especially because you’re both laughing and oozing out that same happy energy through the photo!

ran

ALSO SO EXCITED

HE’S SOOOOO SMUG ABOUT IT TOO

like “what’s that you got there. y/n😏?”

“oh, this?” you lift your phone and show him the back “it’s a polaroid we took when we went to West Walk”

unlike hakkai, he doesn’t keep a polaroid in his phone case, only because he tried to but somehow lost it :(

he likes to show it off SO MUCH THO

like, when he’s with friends every 10 minutes he’s like “btw did you see this cute pic of me and my queen?”

LOVE THAT FOR HIM

get urself a man like ran

the photo is one of you in a bigass fitting room in saint laurent, looking SO extra.

bonus: you actually have two polaroids, the second being one of you two fooling around in a department store.

the picture is of you two, and you’re sitting in a cart, while he’s the one pushing it.

also, both of them are SURELY mirror pics. i will not argue or elaborate.

another bonus:

years later, when he works for bonten, he comes up randomly to you and tells you to get dressed. then, he takes you to West Walk into YSL and you guys take photos like the two cuties that you are. then, he tells you to put it in your phone case. before you leave, you have him unknowingly recreate the department store photo that he STILL doesn’t know of.

sanzu

first things first

let me start by describing the polaroid

your polaroid consists of a drunk, blurry selfie you took with your boyfriend when the two of you had one too many drinks.

he’s leaning against a brick wall on the street, struggling to light a cigarette. he’s got one leg propped up, the other fully out in the street, and his white hair is messy. he looks so grumpy too 🥹🥹

then, in the opposite corner, there’s you! your face is so zoomed in and blurry but your contagious smile ia still noticeable, through the crinkle of your eyes and very very stretched skin around the mouth from how hard you’re smiling (since the mouth can’t even be seen)

i think it’s cute

actually really cute

he’s not really of the same opinion as i

but that’s ok! we don’t care!

“ Y/NNNNN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKKKK”

^ his first reaction

then he actually started panicking

“what if your parents see this?”

“my parents live an ocean and plenty of kilometers away”

“YEAH BUT STILL”

you try to reassure him that the picture is very nice and you’ve actually gotten a lot of compliments on it

“PEOPLE REALLY SAW IT????” now he wants to crawl into a hole and die

almost goes into septic shock when mucho sees the picture and points out that it represents your guys’ dynamic pretty darn good (doesn’t say anything bad or laughs maliciously, genuinely think it’s cute)

[honeylations]

TAKAYA FUNA x FEM!READER

Prompt: Just you and Funa being an adorable uni couple <3

Warnings/Notes: reader is taller than Funa, both reader and Funa are the same age, reader is a sport major, Funa is a business major, soccer captain x popular girl

A/N: did this after fighting my mentality because Funa deserves the world and all my love

BRO SHES SO PRETTY STOPPPPPP T^T

———

“Are you even listening to me? Hello?! HWANG Y/N!!” Ruka had to rip out your right AirPod.

“Ow, what?” You grumbled at the shorter girl.

She returned the AirPod before sending you a stink eye. “Sometimes when I’m with you, I feel like I’m talking to a brick wall”

“I would’ve noticed your presence if you only grew a couple more inches, midget”

Ruka gasped dramatically and started throwing ‘hard’ punches at your shoulder, in which she had to go on her tip toes because of the height different.

“Quit picking on her, Y/n. You know she can’t fight” Moa came and slung an arm around Ruka who shoved her off.

“You both are unbelievable, and stop touching me!” The shortest hissed, fixing her hair that Moa ruffled.

“By the way Ruka, you’re still coming to me and Y/n’s soccer game tonight right?” Moa asked which sounded more like a plea.

“Yeah duh! I’m there to cheer on Iroha actually so cry about it”

“As long as you’re there” Moa shrugged. “Probably won’t even see you with your 4ft ass-OW!”

“I hate you!”

As the two continued to argue, your eyes drifted off to where your girlfriend was. Funa was sitting with Jiwoo, Moka, Yunah, and Youngseo at a table in front of the Uni’s cafe.

She had her hair down and curled at the ends, wearing a cropped v neck sweater and mini skirt, and paired with the white and pink dunks you gifted on her birthday. Her makeup was light but she still looked as beautiful as ever.

The morning light shone on her face like an angel, and although people don’t see it themselves, you do feel proud of being Takaya Funa’s girlfriend.

You met her last year when you found the poor girl sulking because the vending machine didn’t give her the KitKat bar, let alone return the cash. After admiring her adorable pout, you approached her and gave the vending machine a hard punch, thinking it would give her the beloved chocolate.

You didn’t expect the rest of the snacks to fall down AND the cash to be spat in your face. It was an embarrassing moment, especially in front of a pretty girl, but it was definitely memorable for Funa.

Turns out she was mutual friends with Jiwoo and you two got to see each other more outside of campus when Jiwoo organised outings.

That’s when you realised you fell for Funa and worked up the courage to confess to her after a movie date. To your surprise, Funa admitted she liked you back.

Funa was also super popular on campus, always volunteering in events despite her studies, getting great scores on all her assessments, and even being the leader of a fashion club where she used you as a model for her designs.

You on the other hand, you don’t really scream approachable. You kept this emotionless look on your face that scared a lot of students. Unlike Funa, you were somewhat known by others because of the Uni’s soccer team which you were the captain of and took very seriously.

Sometimes people question how you and Funa even click but that didn’t matter to her. She always told them she loved you no matter what people think. You appreciated her for that.

What you didn’t appreciate though was the guy that stood in front of your girlfriend’s table, holding a bouquet of lillies in one hand while the other scratched his ear shyly.

Your feet immediately started moving faster. Ruka and Moa looked at you confused mid argument. “Hey Y/n where you going?”

“Good morning Funa” The man bowed.

“Good morning Jake” Funa responded sweetly.

“You look so beautiful today and I bought these flowers earlier for you too”

“Oh…thank you!” Funa smiled but made no movement in grabbing the flowers.

“Are you free to go out on a date sometime? You and me?”

Jiwoo snorted. “Um, sorry she’s not interested”

“I wasn’t talking to you” He spat, surprising the group.

Yunah didn’t take that lightly. “What she meant was, Funa is not interested nor available” She fired back with darkness in her eyes.

“Funa can answer for herself”

“Jake seriously, I’d leave if I were you—“ Youngseo started speaking but she cursed under her breath when she saw your figure approaching closer.

“What’s going on here?” You asked in your usual blunt tone.

Jiwoo smirked while crossing her arms.

“U-Uh Jake was just leaving. Bye Jake!” Moka waved but the man did not move a muscle.

He pointed the bouquet at you. “And you are?”

“Sport major and Soccer captain, Hwang Y/n. Also, Funa’s girlfriend. And you are?”

Jake’s smile faltered. “You’re Funa’s girlfriend?”

“Is there a problem?” You tilted your head with a squint.

“I-I was just giving these flowers to her, nothing else I swear”

“She’s allergic to lillies” You deadpanned.

“I-I’m sorry! Goodbye!” Jake ran off while your eyes continued burning the back of his head.

“Must you scare people like that?” Ruka snapped at you.

Funa stood up from her seat and hooked her arms around your neck before pecking your lips. “Good morning baby”

“Good morning indeed” You grumbled and looked away.

“Hey don’t be like that, he’s gone now” she smiled and kissed your lips again.

“Ugh gross. Anyways, you ladies coming to watch our soccer game right?” Moa leaned her elbow on the table.

The girls nodded.

“Of course! I promised Chanelle” Moka smiled.

“Does no one wanna watch me?” Moa feigned hurt and clutched her heart.

“I’ll throw tomatoes at you, how about that?” Ruka teased, earning a hard pull on her cheek by Moa.

“You’re coming right?” You asked your girlfriend.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, babe. I’m your #1 fan”

And just like that, your mood got a little better.

[6pm]

The first match hasn’t started yet but you and your team stood by your bench, waiting for your coach to discuss formations. You took the time to look at the crowd and saw your girlfriend at the front waving a huge cardboard sign that read ‘NUMBER 1 IS MINE <3’

She referred to the number on your shirt which you specifically chose because Funa always claimed you were her number 1. It was extremely cheesy but if it kept Funa smiling crazy like that, you wouldn’t change it for anyone else.

You gave her a small wave but she returned it with a blow kiss, making you go red.

“Why are you red? We haven’t even started playing” Moa frowned.

“Whatever. Be right back!” You said and jogged to where your girlfriend was.

Unfortunately the bleacher’s fence was in between you two so you could only hold onto it when finally standing in front of her. “Hi, Princess”

“Hey cutie” She winked. “Did I ever tell you how hot you look in your soccer uniform?”

“All the time actually”

Funa smirked and bit her lip.

“D-Don’t look at me like that. I’m gonna get distracted” you looked away, going red again.

“It’s so funny how people are scared of you yet you’re all soft for me”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s because you’re my girl, baby”

Funa smiled at your words but noticed a group of girls within the crowd staring at you, being all giggly while whispering things to each other. Funa could see one of them mouth ‘number 1 is so hot’ to her friends, erupting a sudden feeling of jealousy within the business major.

Putting down her sign, she placed a hand on your nape and the other held onto your shoulder.

Your thoughts went out the window when you girlfriend pulled you in for a kiss. It wasn’t just the usual soft kiss she always gave you, but this one was sloppy, hot, and aggressive.

“Oh for god’s sakes, can you two not make out like your life depends on it?!” Ruka yelled, trying to cover Youngseo and Moka’s eyes.

Jiwoo cringed and screwed the cap of her water bottle. “You two make my water taste bad”

Hearing your friends’ complaints, Funa pulled away but kept her eyes on yours.

“What was that for?” You whispered, letting Funa cup your face.

“Sorry, these girls were just looking at what’s mine”

“Who are you and what did you do to my soft business major girlfriend?” You chuckled, placing your bigger hands on her’s that held your cheeks.

“Let me mark you just in case more girls look”

Your eyes widened while looking around to see if anyone heard. “Babe, we’re literally in public”

Funa slapped your shoulder. “I meant a lipstick mark you idiot!”

You nodded and released her hands so she could apply a thicker amount of lipstick before leaning in to place one on your neck and then on your cheek.

“Good?” You questioned.

“Hmm, not quite. Come here” she smirked and attacked the rest of your face with lipstick marks, surprising you and your friends.

“Alright, enough!” Jiwoo scolded, having to grab Funa’s shoulders.

You felt a bit dizzy, not used to your girlfriend’s possessive side but it’s something you definitely wanted to see later.

“If you win this game, I’ll give you a reward” Funa whispered in your ear.

Yeah there was no way you were letting that opportunity slide. “I’ve never lost a game, Princess”

“Looking forward to tonight then”

“Hwang get in here!” Coach called out.

You sighed and looked at your girlfriend once more. “See you in a bit, babe”

Funa pecked your lips. “That’s for good luck. Break a leg, baby. Not literally though”

“Oh wait!” You exclaimed and took off your necklace before putting it on Funa. “Wear this. Bye bye!”

Funa fiddled with the necklace and smiled like an idiot.

“I still question how you and Y/n managed to get together, considering she has a stick up her ass all the time, but I can really see she loves you” Ruka wiggled her eyebrows.

“People just don’t see how she really is with me” Funa giggled, reaching for her sign to wave around.

“You look stupid” Chanelle commented on the lipstick marks all over your face and neck.

“You’re just jealous” You chuckled

“Jealous of looking stupid? Not really”

“I hate you”

[c-e-d-dreamer]

May I Have This Dance?

A/N: So apparently when the latest Magic Mike movie was doing press work, they hosted these Magic Mike dance classes. It led to this particular TikTok which then led to @dustjacketmusings enabling my love of TikTok inspired fics which led to me deciding this is absolutely Cassian and Nesta, so here we are! Happy Day Five of @nestaarcheronweek! Celebrate the birthday girl and enjoy :)

Link to AO3

“Okay, watch your step, and now keep coming forward, keep coming forward, and stop.”

Nesta lets out a soft sigh, finally dropping her hands back to her sides. “Can I take the blindfold off now?”

“Yes,” Gwyn declares, the excitement in her voice bubbling over until it bursts into a giggle.

Nesta tugs at the fabric covering her face, pulling it up and off. She blinks a few times against the sudden brightness of the lights overhead. It takes a few moments, but her eyes adjust again and the wide grins on her two best friends’ faces swim into view. Gwyn’s eyes are wide and bright, but it’s the all too familiar mischief dancing in Emerie’s brown ones that has warning bells beginning to blare in the back of Nesta’s mind. Ever since college, that look has spelled trouble, and uneasiness starts to crawl up Nesta’s spine seeing it now.

Slowly, Nesta turns her head away from her friends, finally taking in their surroundings. They seem to be in one of the dance studios downtown, tall, floor to ceiling mirrors lining the wall to their right, large cursive letters declaring the studio's name painted along the white brick wall directly in front of them. It certainly explains why she was instructed to wear workout clothes for this surprise. Although, Nesta still isn’t quite sure what’s so exciting or surprising about a dance class. She already attends one weekly.

It also doesn’t explain Emerie’s expression.

Nesta looks to the left next, taking in the table that’s been neatly placed along the back wall of the studio. Complementary waters, a fruit tray, and a platter of cookies are displayed on the table, but it’s what’s beside the table that draws Nesta’s attention. A large poster sits on an easel, a photo of a shirtless man’s chest and abs taking up most of the frame. Just below the photo, large black and purple block letters answer all of Nesta’s questions.

Magic Mike Dance Class

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Nesta mutters, barely holding back an eye roll.

“Happy birthday,” Emerie announces, holding out her hands and wiggling her fingers in a semblance of jazz hands. “I hope you know that since this is the class with the live show’s dancers, everyone wanted tickets to it, and I got them for you for your birthday.”

“I thought Cresseida got us these tickets?” Gwyn cuts in to ask.

“Okay, Cresseida was able to get us the tickets to this,” Emerie concedes with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Her cousin is one of the dancers.”

“Is that why she’s not here with us?” Nesta asks, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.

“I mean yeah, she said it would be too weird seeing him like that, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is we’re going to spend the afternoon learning a bunch of sexy dance moves for your birthday, and afterwards, you’re going to ask one of the sexy men for his number to keep the birthday celebration going.”

Nesta can do nothing but gape at Emerie’s declaration. “I am not doing that.”

“You are picking a man, Nesta Archeron,” Emerie repeats, her tone firm and leaving no room for argument.

Nesta opens her mouth, prepared to continue arguing, potentially to demand they leave, but before she can utter a word, the door to the studio opens again. Five men step inside with a blonde woman that Nesta assumes must be the instructor for the studio or even just the class, the small group stepping toward the front of the room and stopping in front of the mirrors to chat. All five men are dressed similarly in joggers and tank tops, some form fitting and others loose bro-tanks. It draws emphasis to the muscular arms of each of them.

Nesta spots who must be Cresseida’s cousin, his hair the same white shade as hers and braided down along his back. But it’s the man standing to the right of Cresseida’s cousin that really draws Nesta’s focus. He’s certainly the largest of the group, a wide set of shoulders on full display thanks to the tight, black tank he’s wearing. It also gives Nesta the perfect view of his golden brown skin and the dark swirling ink of tattoos that twist around his shoulders and down his biceps like vines, the lines continuing along his collarbones before vanishing beneath the cut of his tank.

His dark hair is pulled back and away from his face, gathered in a bun at the top of his head. Normally, Nesta isn’t a fan of a man-bun, finds that most of the men who wear the style are just pretentious, but somehow it works for this particular man, highlighting the cut of his jaw and the dusting of stubble along the skin there.

He has his arm slung casually across the shoulders of another of the men, his hair a dark shade that almost seems to reflect blue in the lights overhead. Whatever Man-Bun is saying, it has the left corner of his lips ticking up in a cocksure smirk before he tilts his head back and laughs. The sound is booming, seeming to fill the entire space of the studio, but it’s warm and easy, curling around Nesta’s limbs until goosebumps pebble across her skin.

As if he can feel Nesta’s gaze on him, Man-Bun turns and looks right at her across the studio. Nesta catches a flash of hazel before she quickly looks away, desperately swallowing the heat she can feel threatening to scatter across her cheeks. She schools her features back into cool neutrality and turns back to face her friends.

“So?” Gwyn asks, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. “Any of them catch your eye?”

Nesta scoffs and lies through her teeth, “none of them are my type.”

With everyone present, the class finally begins. They start by introducing all of the male dancers, and Nesta learns that the one who caught her staring before is named Cassian. The blonde instructor—Mor she introduced herself as—starts to walk them through the steps of the routine they’re learning today. It involves a lot of floor work and a lot of hair flipping, but Nesta picks up the different eight-counts fairly quickly.

“You’re quite good,” the dark haired dancer, Rhysand, comments from where he and the other dancers have been walking around offering pointers where they can.

“That’s because I’m an actual trained dancer,” Nesta quips back, purposefully raking her eyes over him and raising a pointed, unimpressed eyebrow.

The blow hits its mark, Rhysand scoffing in offense. “Are you saying we’re not trained dancers?”

“Sorry, I must have missed the day we learnt dry-humping the floor in my ballet class,” Nesta remarks dryly, earning a deep chuckle of amusement from someone behind her.

“It takes a lot of core strength to be able to do that night after night up on that stage, you know.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it does when that’s the only action you’re used to seeing.”

Rhysand’s face shifts from mild offense to full blown annoyance at that, eyes narrowing and a sneer starting to curl his lip. He spins on his heel and walks away, Nesta unable to bite back her satisfied smirk when she hears him mutter to the other dancers about her being a fucking bitch.

“Alright, everyone,” Mor calls out to the class after they’ve learnt all the steps and run through the full routine twice for practice. “Time to do the routine for real. If you want it filmed, you can hand your phone to one of the dancers now.”

Gwyn is quick to rush over to her bag and dig her phone out, handing it to Tarquin happily before returning to her spot beside Nesta and Emerie. “I can’t wait to post this on Instagram later.”

Nesta rolls her eyes fondly, but doesn’t say anything, taking the time to shake out her arms and roll her shoulders. There’s a moment of silence, the anticipation bubbling in the studio, then Mor starts the music and counts everyone in. Nesta makes sure she throws her all into the routine, hitting every pose and move of the choreography with everything she’s got. By the time the music ends, her chest is heaving slightly, hair a bit of a mess around her face, but she finds herself smiling regardless, feels the warmth of pride swelling between her ribs.

“That was so fun,” Gwyn declares, wrapping an arm around Nesta’s and Emerie’s shoulders and tugging them both into side hugs. “We should do this more often.”

“Maybe a proper dance class next time,” Nesta suggests.

“Spoil sport,” Emerie teases with an unimpressed look aimed toward Nesta. “Admit you had fun.”

Nesta sighs softly. “Fine. It wasn’t terrible.”

“Good,” Emerie tells her smugly, unable to hide the smirk tugging across her face. “Now keep the fun going. Which dancer did you decide you’re asking for their number?”

“I’m still not doing that.”

“Yes, you are,” Gwyn sing-songs over her shoulder while she goes to retrieve her phone.

“That was really great, everyone,” Mor announces to the whole class, effectively cutting off Nesta’s argument to her friends. “Now, we have a bit of a surprise to end the class. Our amazing dancers are going to perform for you! Unfortunately, though, if you came in a group, you will have to pick one person since we only have our five amazing dancers.”

“Well, that’s an easy choice for us,” Gwyn snickers quietly.

“Don’t you dare,” Nesta warns lowly, turning her head to glare at each of her friends in turn.

“The birthday girl will be the volunteer for our group,” Emerie declares loudly, all but shoving Nesta forward.

Five chairs are placed in two rows across the studio, and begrudgingly, Nesta settles into the one closest to her. She can still hear Gwyn and Emerie giggling behind her, and she’s sure that Gwyn already has her phone recording to memorialize the moment. The one silver lining to Nesta’s growing annoyance at this turn of events is that Rhysand is her assigned partner it seems, and judging by his face, he’s as unimpressed as she is.

“Are you going to show off more of your core strength?” Nesta asks innocently.

Rhysand rolls his eyes, but before he can make any sort of remark back to her, Cassian sidles up beside him, grinning widely. “Hey, Rhys. I thought we’d switch it up this time with you in the middle. What do you say?”

“Oh, thank the Cauldron,” Rhysand mutters before Cassian even finishes speaking, moving away to the chair placed in the middle of the group, offering the brunette sitting there a friendly smile.

“How’s it going?” Cassian asks Nesta now that it’s just the two of them. “I’m Cassian by the way.”

“I know. Did you forget that they introduced you all at the start of the class?” Nesta shoots back, tilting her head slightly. “Maybe all that Axe body spray has gone to your head.”

“Actually, I prefer Armani. You’re welcome to take a whiff,” Cassian offers, his grin wide and cocky, as he gestures down his body suggestively.

Nesta scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Hard pass.”

The dismissal somehow has his grin growing even more. “Are you going to tell me your name, birthday girl?”

“It’s Nesta, and it’s not technically my birthday until Tuesday.”

“An early birthday present then. Or if you’d prefer, I can wait until Tuesday and wrap myself up in a bow for you.”

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I would actually,” Cassian answers, a fire sparking in his hazel eyes that has Nesta unsure if he’s still just teasing or not. “I bet you would too. I saw you staring earlier.”

Nesta’s eyes widen at being so blatantly called out. She tries desperately to swallow down her blush, but already she can feel it creeping up her neck and pooling across her cheeks. She grasps at a clever remark to fire back, the sharp retort that will finally cut this man down where he stands, but she feels so out of her element. She’s not used to playing this game. Not used to someone meeting her every barb stroke for stroke. To someone who not only doesn’t balk from her bite, but seems to relish and excite in it.

“Okay, our five lucky ladies,” Mor cuts in loudly, pressing play on the music. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

That smirk still firmly in place on his face, Cassian settles his large hands on Nesta’s shoulders, sliding down her arms to her wrists. She can feel the calluses on his palms, and she pointedly ignores the way the feel of them against her skin, the warmth of his hands, has goosebumps skittering in their wake.

Cassian leans down to press his lips against Nesta’s ear, breathing quietly, “I hope you’re ready, Nes.”

He drops down to one knee in front of her, taking her right hand in both of his and bringing it up to his mouth. He presses a kiss to the knuckles all while not breaking eye contact, and Nesta tries to subtly swallow hard, staring into the maze of greens and golds. He leans in close again, making as if he’s going to press a kiss to her cheek, but instead, his face presses down toward her lap. As if that’s not startling enough, his head slowly rises until he and Nesta are practically nose to nose, and he fucking winks at her.

The next move of the dance has Cassian standing to his full height, legs straddled either side of Nesta’s lap. He reaches down and grabs her wrists again, placing her hands right on his ass. Nesta hates that she can feel how firm it is beneath her hands, hates that she’s sure her face is flaming red by now. Cassian starts to move his hips to the beat of the music, and it takes everything in Nesta to taper down the startled, uncomfortable laughter from tearing free from her throat.

Cassian steps back from her, and Nesta lets out a soft, relieved sigh, glad she’s finally able to breathe again, but then, Cassian is reaching down to the hem of his tank, pulling it off. It gives Nesta an eyeful of the remaining swirls and lines of his tattoos, of the endless expanse of golden skin covering a hard set of abs and the deep v leading to the waistband of his joggers.

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” Cassian teases, a hand under Nesta’s chin lifting her head slightly as he walks around the back of the chair she’s in.

Cassian drops back down to a knee beside her chair, twisting until his shoulders are pressing into her knees while he continues to thrust his hips. Nesta dares to slide her hands down his shoulders and over his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the muscles there. He twists again and stands up, this time pulling Nesta to her feet as well. He twirls her around once and pulls her back against his chest, arms secure around her waist while they sway to the final notes of the music.

The other four partners are quick to separate, everyone else in the studio applauding and cheering, but Cassian seems content not to let Nesta go. Nesta clears her throat awkwardly and extricates herself from his arms, keeping her back to him so he won’t be able to read anything on her expression. Already, her heart has started thundering away, and she’s sure he could probably feel it where they were pressed together.

“So, am I asking for your number or are you asking for mine?” Cassian asks, those teasing undertones to his voice letting Nesta know he’s definitely still smirking.

Nesta whips around at the question, her jaw slackening. “If you think that—”

“She’s asking for yours,” Emerie cuts in before Nesta can finish the retort.

Nesta snaps her head toward her friend, glaring daggers at her, but Emerie is unperturbed by the reaction. She merely raises her eyebrows and smirks herself, daring Nesta to do something about it. With an annoyed huff of breath, Nesta goes over to her bag, digging her phone out of the front pocket and walking back, holding it out for Cassian.

She knows the wide grin that tugs across Cassian’s face should further fan the flames of her annoyance, but instead the sight just has her heart skipping a beat while he types his number into her phone. He holds the phone back out to her, the screen displaying where he’s texted himself. When Nesta takes it, he makes sure their fingers brush together, her breath hitching at the sparks that flare through her nerve endings just at that small contact.

Nesta is quick to keep her features schooled. She goes back over to her bag, shoving her phone back in the pocket and shouldering her bag. She turns expectant looks toward Emerie and Gwyn, and thankfully, her friends have finished having their fun and don’t dawdle, each grabbing their own bags and shouting thank you’s to the other dancers and instructor.

“I look forward to our date,” Cassian calls after Nesta as she heads for the studio door.

Nesta can’t help her snort at that. “In your dreams, Magic Mike.”

“Pick you up Tuesday, then.”

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[hitachiincest]

while making little jokes & memes about antis sometimes is silly & fun, like 90% of proshippers take every chance they get to just complain & complain abt antis & engage with them* (like replying to Every post they see from one of them or w/e) & screenshot + go off abt anti posts & it's like my brother in christ just go live ur life. it quite literally is not worth ur time. antis wont care abt what u have to say just like u dont care abt the shit They have to say. & posting abt antis is just repetitive annoying bullshit. no need to preach to a choir, buddy. especially not like 25 times.

block any anti u see w/o giving em the time of day & go read some fics. eat a starburst. write an analysis on the brocon tendencies between some idol boy twin duo. gush over ur fave chara. Anything Else; all better uses of ur time.

u do not have to revolve ur life around "oh my GOD look at what the antis are saying NOW theyre all so BAD & GROSS Proshippers Rule Antis Drool!!1! heres 50 posts abt discourse/antis/etc & 7 different beefs im having with ppl simultaneously" bro go watch some kuro or smth & dont let them live rent free in ur head like u live in theirs. have the upper hand by giving less of a fuck. why waste precious hrs arguing w Brick Walls when u could be watching toxic yaoi instead.

*this does not include if an anti comes after u. i think u can call them a little bitch if u want then lol. Justified.

[dreadofthegrave]

I dont remember the exact post and I am deliberately not going to look it up but it was something along the lines of "normies wouldn't think you're weird for being into incest just look at game of thrones being popular & also the stepsister tag on any porn site" and I need to win an argument against the guy in my head right now so. here we go

I feel like if you did a random poll on everyone who watched game of thrones there would not be a Large Amount of people being like "yeah I watched this specifically for the incest" like even me as an outsider when I think of GoT i think of dragons first. people fighting. that sick ass metal throne. vs if you asked people who regularly read incest fic they would say yeah the incest is the main draw. so like if u went up to a random GoT fan and were like "yeah the incest is my favorite part" they would look at you funny

the porn thing is. lol. lmao. acschually since porn sites have flourishing lesbian and trans sections that means that lesbians and trans people are incredibly accepted in society, no? not to get super freudian about this but I also feel like stepsibling porn being incredibly popular has something to do with the taboo of it all as well like. people enjoy it because its quote unquote weird not because they don't think its weird. do you get that?

and im not saying like im a normie I think I've posted enough insane things about mr Zenos Yae Galvus to make normal not internet brain rotted people raise an eyebrow so its not like im saying Ugh Its Bad To Be Weird. I just feel like. the attempt to say "being into incest is Normal actually" falls flat. bro. just accept that you're weird. im weird but in a different way and I don't want you to interact me but the weirdness. is there.

I've largely evolved to like be. people can do whatever they want in fandom as long as they stay away from me because I'm tired of arguing with brick walls who are dead set in their hurtful ways so I think the most healthy thing I can do is to simply put up barbed wire around my own space. but the weird attempt at moralizing incest is like. be for real

[goldkirk]

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[madirablack]

Turn the Kesha to 100 baby it's time for

JAYROY HEADCANONS

Singing full blast in the car like teenagers

"Dude, that's kinda gay can't lie"

Driving for hours on end when they can't sleep, or to have deep talks.

Roy has a truck he has in a random parking garage in Gotham, its red and has all sorts of random shit on the inside.

Jason has a beaten up old black muscle car that lives behind a 7-eleven in the middle of assfuck nowhere about 10 minutes out of star city.

Banned from 3 McDonald's as arsenal and red hood, for : chasing a mob boss through to the kitchen and in turn setting 2 small fires and breaking 3 ordering screens, dumping a scalding coffee down a creep's shirt for harassing underage girls, and trying to start the official #FUCKWAYNEENTERPRISES movement and setting up a shitty store inside with badly made buttons and bags

"Yeah can I get a [insert stupidly extra and long specialised iced coffee order]."

[Insert gallavich gif "You're under my skin man the fuck can I do?"]

They can both cook, but Jason's is better, in part due to being taught by Alfred

Neither of them actually make a point of going to bed to sleep at night, because sleep is a sensitive and difficult thing for them both

Roy can speak a surprising amount of Vietnamese, learned it to make sure Lian was still connected to her culture even when her mom wasn't around.

Know each other like the back of their hands, to a point that frustrates both of them.

If going to an event with Roy, Jason won't drink, and will probably avoid contact with those that have been.

Mama by MCR

Make an effort to have designated movie nights to just chill the fuck out, they watch like 3 movies each time and they're on Friday nights, each time a theme is picked by either one and they go for a random number on the streaming services category, usually the minutes past on the time. No matter how crap the movie is, they watch the whole thing. It's led to tons of inside jokes.

The main thing they argue about is drugs, and about ptsd, mainly triggering each other by accident.

Roy snores

Jason sleeptalks

Bruce fucking hates it when they turn up to galas or parties or stay extended amounts at the manor, because just when he expects them to be on their worst behaviour, they're perfectly polite, well mannered.

GOODBYE MY DANISH SWEETHEART - MITSKI

Jason only really cries when he's incredibly angry or when he has flashbacks. He drops from a angry sentient brick wall to that same tiny malnourished kid that died far too young, his hands up over his face, begging to not be hurt.

Roy cries very rarely, but when he does, it's infectious.

Tried impromptu Archery Lessons in one of the numerous weapons warehouses, resulted in an awkward trip to the ER

"I'm so fucking tired of this shit" "I know."

"Man, dude, bro, homie, my guy," only ever use romantic nicknames to annoy each other

Matching specific brand and type of Bluetooth earbuds, Jason has black and Roy has red

TATTOOS SMALL MATCHING TATTOOS

Small family run Mexican restaurant in the middle of Gotham is their fave, when it got robbed and bricked, they did a manhunt for 4 days straight to find the guys that did it.

Dumbass shit in summertime like jumping off of cliffs into the sea etc

Heaven's gate - fall out boy

Competitions as to who can annoy designated rich jla father more

Bro hugs all the time but the longer, genuine ones are few, but special.

Always make sure the other one eats in the morning, unspoken thing started by Jason, "if you wake up first, you make breakfast for us both, other guy cleans up"

Both have an absurd thing that makes them laugh hysterically for almost an hour every time without fail, (the intro to gangnam style and a video of 6ix9ine going "I let my nuts hang")

Play Apex together if they're apart (Jason Mains Maggie and Roy mains Mirage and is an actual bamboozle god)

Dancing in the kitchen to old 50s/60s stuff like an old married couple

[vinniesgfff]

don’t leave.

warnings; sad imagine, cuss words, idk what else. if yall see anything else, lmk and i’ll add it. 

(not proofread yet!)

❝y/n!❞

the screaming, the arguing, the running away from his issues, i couldn’t handle it anymore. not only was it taking a toll on my mental health, but i could see how tired my boyfriend was. 

he would stream multiple hours a day, do whatever content the hh wanted him to do, work out, work on cars, and so much more. it seemed as if he had no time for him and i anymore. he always pushed me away. 

i haven’t spoken to him about it yet, because i know that he’s gonna react the same way he always does. which leads to me hurting even more. i don’t know whether to try and keep him, or let him go. 

he doesn’t give me any loving kisses anymore, he doesn’t hug me, he doesn’t beg to do my hair, or makeup anymore. he doesn’t try to have sex with me. he doesn’t even cuddle me at night anymore,  and when ii talk to him, it feels like im talking to a brick wall. 

not wanting to piss him off too badly, i slowly creeped over to him where he was sitting, gaming. i didn’t say anything to him, or about him being on the game. i was picking up all the trash on his desk when he finally took notice. 

“bro, what the fuck y/n?! could you not wait 5 fucking minutes before you came over here again?! god, you’re so fucking clingy and annoying! just go home!”, he shouted at me, i looked him in the eye, and his face didn’t show any regret. 

“o-oh, i’m sorry. i’ll go.”, i responded, not feeling like fighting with him. my heart shattered when he said that to me. but i’d never let him see that he made me sad. i turned around, and started packing clothes, toiletries, and whatever else i found around the room that was mine.my lip quivered as i reached up to my neck, and took off the necklace he had made for me with his ignitals  in the heart, figuring he wouldn’t want me to have it. next was my promise ring. i never took it off. even when i was showering, washing dishes, whatever, i kept it on.

that’s really when i started breaking down. i slid the ring off of my ring finger, sitting it beside the necklace on his nightstand. i held your sobs in, as tears streamed down my face. 

i quickly took one last look at vinnie, before walking out of the bedroom that we had shared for the past 11 months. i quietly tip-toed down the stairs being that it was 3 in the morning. 

i opened the front door, and shut it as quietly as i could, before walking to my car. i unlocked my car, and opened the door. when i got in, and shut the door, i started uncontrollably sobbing. 

nasty, loud sobs came from my throat, as i hit my fists on the steering wheel before slamming my head down against the steering wheel and sobbing more. he didn’t care anymore, and it was obvious. he didn’t even look at me when i  was packing, or when i was walking out. 

i knew he wasn’t in love with me anymore. 

                                                    ❝vin!❞

why did i say that to her? why did i do what i did? she wasn’t doing anything wrong. if anything she was just trying to help me. i had distanced myself from the love of my life just because of hate comments from people who didn’t even matter, and instead of being an adult and voicing my concerns i pushed her away. 

i turned off all of my stuff, and stood up from my gaming chair, i put my shoes on, and went to grab my phone off of my nightstand, when i saw the promise ring i had given her a year ago sitting on the nightstand, beside the necklace i got her for valentines day three years ago. 

i started crying before turning around and punching the wall multiple times. a hole formed in the shape, and size of my fist. i didn’t even care. i hurt the person that i loved the most. 

she was my other half. i don’t know why i allowed myself to call her all the rude things that i did. she probably thinks that i don’t love her anymore. she probably thinks i fell out of love with her. she probably thinks i hate her or something. 

i didn’t even care who i woke up in the house when i went running down the stairs before swinging the front door open and sprinting outside. i saw a bright light in my perephrial vision, and i turned around. 

her car, she was still in the driveway. i pulled myself together and walked over to the driver side before knocking on the window. she jumped slightly, and looked up.

oh my god. she was a mess. she looked worse than i probably did. her hair was fuzzy and frizzy, and her eyes swollen, with tear stained cheeks, and snot running out of her nose, her cheeks were red, and she looked exhausted. 

she rolled the window down slightly, “what vinnie?”, her voice asked softly, and quietly, though you could tell that she was broken. “can we talk?”, i managed to get out. she looked as if she was contemplating for a minute, before nodding her head yes. 

i walked over to the other side of the car, and opened the door, climbing in. “y/n, baby, i’m so sorry, i pushed you away, and fought with you instead of actually telling you what was wrong, and you didn’t deserve that. the hate i’ve been getting, plus all the other shit going on, made me so exhausted, and stressed, along with depressed. i don’t know why i didn’t just talk to you instead of pushing you away.” i rambled. 

“vinnie, nothing hurt more than what you said earlier. when you told me that i was clingy, and told me to leave, my heart shattered into a thousand pieces. you stopped giving me attention a month ago, you don’t even hug me anymore, you don’t cuddle me anymore, you don’t do any of the things that you used to do. i miss you. i know that whoever that was that told me to leave, was not you. you would never say something like that to me. yes, you should’ve came to me. i would’ve listened. it just hurt because you kept blowing up on me over and over again for no reason. “, y/n’s shaky voice managed to speak out. 

“i’m sorry baby. please come back. don’t leave.”

 part 2?? 

[kingkatsuki]

Bakugou and Kirshima arguing who gets to fuck your tight little cunny ♡( ◡‿◡ )

I’m gonna overlook the cunny, but you’re on thin fucking ice Anon👀

Warnings: non-con.

Picture Pro-Hero Red Riot and Dynamight dragging you down a side alley after saving your life, both of their hands all over you as you try to focus on what’s happening. Fear and adrenaline still flowing through your veins from the horrifying experience and now here you were faced with two big, beefy top 10 Pro-Heroes.

Your top already pulled up above your chest as Kirishima rolled one of your hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Bakugou’s grip far less forgiving as he pinched your nipple and tugged hard, pulling it away from your body as his red eyes watched your body’s response to the mixture of stimulation.

“Shit, Bakubro. She’s drenched.” You felt fingers pressed against your panties, the fabric sticking to your skin uncomfortably as your slick coated the fabric. Your knocking against the damp brick wall behind you, the concrete scratching against your back as you felt a hand stroke against your folds slick with your essence. The hand moving the material down your legs as you looked towards the end of the alley, hoping the pedestrians walking by wouldn’t glance down and see you in such a compromising position.

“Yeah? Means she’s fuckin’ ready for my cock.” Bakugou growled, already fiddling with his belt.

“Aw man, but you said I could go first this time-” this time? You tried to focus on their words but Kirishima’s precise movements on your clit made it hard to retort, instead you whined from the movements, your body grinding down against his touch.

“Fuck off, Shitty hair. You’ll split her in two with that fuckin’ thing” Bakugou pulled his pants down just enough to free his aching cock, the length curving up towards his abdomen and leaking pre, “She won’t be able to feel anything once you’re through with her.”

“Hey, man. It’s not my fault.” You heard Kirishima reach for his own belt, unbuckling it at the ‘R’ shape as he freed his own hard cock. Bakugou was right, he’d surely split you in two, but you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight.

“But it looks like she doesn’t mind that too much, do you?” Kirishima teased with a grin, his large palm fisting himself as he noticed your eyes on him. “Let’s ask her what she wants”

“Who gives a fuck what she wants she owes us for saving her life.” Bakugou spat, more at his friend than to you.

“What? Worried she’ll pick me?” Kirishima chuckled at the angry glare his friend shot him.

“Piss off,” Bakugou grasped your hips roughly, a palm splayed on your back between your shoulders to push you down at an angle, “I’m going first.”

“That’s cool, Bro. You can stretch her out for me.” Kirishima teased, his fingers already carding into your hair as he brought your lips to his cock, smearing his pre against them as you slowly took him inside your mouth.

“Fuck off.” Bakugou snarled, pushing himself inside you with one rough thrust. The intrusion almost burning as you struggled to adjust to his sheer size. The motion causing you to be pressed down further on Kirishima’s cock, feeling his thick tip hit the back of your throat as you spluttered around him.

Your head was swimming as they continued to fight over you like you weren’t even there. Their hands still completely distracted by your body. Pinching and tugging at your taut little nipples as they rolled them between calloused fingertips.

“Fuck, Shitty hair. I don’t even think you could fit in here if you tried.” Bakugou grunted as he felt your walls pulse around him, stretching you out to fit him inside, “S’fuckin’ tight.”

“Oh don’t worry.” His hand reached up to palm your cheek, angling your pretty eyes towards his own, “I’ll make it fit.”