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[slutz4marsh]

Kyle Broflovski x Bratty F!Reader SMUT for April!!! <3

Look. Kyle considered himself to be a generally patient person.

Although, he did know that depending on who he asked, some people might say that was complete and utter bullshit.

Whatever. The point was that he had patience. If not in general, at least for you.

Which was why it frustrated him when you acted like a brat.

He was patient with you, and generally, he didn’t like to be super rough with you. He didn’t like to ruin you. Not on purpose, anyway. Kyle liked to worship you, treat you like a precious little doll that needed his protection.

And yet you still acted like this even when he treated you like a precious, sweet angel. His angel, his doll, his princess.

Kyle had thoughts when you walked out of your house in a shirt that showed off the curve of your breasts and a skirt that didn’t leave that much to the imagination, but he didn’t say anything. Figured, hey. Maybe you weren’t doing it on purpose.

But when you went out and he caught you leaning forward toward your friends, giggling and twirling your hair and pushing your arms together to force your breasts together?

Yeah. He knew what the fuck you were doing.

So, he stood up and grabbed your arm to yank you along with him. He told his friends that he just remembered that you two had something you had to do, something about a project or something. It was a good enough excuse, considering they all bought it.

Kyle was dead silent until he got you in the car, and then he shook his head while he started the car. He pressed his foot on the gas pedal, eyes narrowed at the road.

“I really cannot fucking believe you sometimes,” Kyle snapped, his knuckles white from how tight he was holding the steering wheel.  “I mean, I saw the outfit and thought it was weird, but whatever.”

He shook his head. “But whatever the hell that was?” Kyle scoffed. “You are such a brat sometimes.”

You knew Kyle was mad and nothing you could say would make it any better, so you chose to stay quiet and let Kyle vent out his irritations anyway.

When you got home, he dragged you into your bedroom and sat down on his bed. Then, he bent you over his lap without another word.

“Count.”

His words left no room for argument, so you took a breath. Kyle’s hand came down hard on your ass. You gasped and writhed, but Kyle kept you firmly in place.

“One,” you said, voice shaking some.

“Good girl. Keep going.” Kyle said as he rubbed your ass before hitting again.

He got to fifteen. You were sobbing and trembling as you whimpered out the number.

“Shh, shh,” Kyle cooed as he soothingly rubbed your ass. “See? Good girl. You know why I had to do that, don’t you?”

His words were softly spoken and sweet. A direct contrast to the previous actions he’d made.

You sniffled and nodded. You did know. It’s why you’d been such a brat all day anyway - you wanted his attention. No matter what that meant.

“I don’t really know that you’ve really learned anything though,” Kyle clicked his tongue. “For all I know, you’ll just do this again the minute I stop touching you.”

His hand snaked down the curve of your ass and between your delicate folds, fingers probing at your cunt. He dipped two fingers inside you and began to gently rub them against your spot. His fingers were long, nimble, and they felt fucking fantastic.

Fantastic to the point that you whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of you, coated in your juices. You moaned as you watched him suck his fingers clean.

And then, he pulled you off his lap and onto the bed. He pulled his own pants down and lined himself up with your entrance.

“Stay fuckin’ still, alright?” Kyle cursed as he pushed into you. Even through your lusty haze, you could tell he was still irritated with you for your brattiness.

You let out a broken moan as he pushed into you slowly, then began rocking his hips into you.

“God, you’re so tight,” Kyle groaned, “you’d be so perfect if you weren’t such a little brat.”

You whined softly as Kyle used your body, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“God, See?” Kyle panted. “You can be such a good girl, yeah? All tight and wet. Just for me, huh, princess?”

You moaned at his words and nodded swiftly. “Jus’ for you,” You managed to say between moans, feeling your walls starting to flutter.

Kyle shook his head and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “Don’t,” he whispered his warning. “Not ‘til I say you can. I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”

You whine desperately, but you nodded. And Kyle grinned, knowing he’d forced you back into submission. Back into his sweet, darling little angel that would listen to every word that fell from his lips.

You were so tense with the effort of trying to hold back your orgasm, you genuinely thought you might explode into teeny tiny little pieces.

And Kyle’s movements became more desperate and erratic.

If you were able to think about anything other than keeping your pleasure at bay, you would have known that Kyle was close. You would have known that he was moments away from painting your inner walls a milky white.

Kyle pushed his lips against your ear, his breath warm against your skin. They graze your skin, sending shivers up and down your spine, and you swore he was trying to kill you with the way he nipped at you.

“Sweetheart,” Kyle breathed. You could feel him grinning against your ear, and you felt like you were going insane with need and desperation. “I think you’ve earned it. Don’t you? You’re being so good and sweet for me.” 

You gasped, but you still held off. Waiting for Kyle to actually say the words.

And say them, he did. 

“Cum for me,” He nipped at your earlobe. “Come on, princess. Cum for me. You’ve earned it. Come on, baby.”

You swore to whatever god might fucking be out there, you blacked out.

Your orgasm was intense. You dragged your nails down Kyle’s back, sure to leave bright red marks for at least a few days. You practically screamed, chanting his name like it was a prayer to the only thing that mattered in that moment: him.

As your hole fluttered and clenched around him, it milked Kyle’s orgasm out of him. He came inside you with a deep groan, and he wrapped his arms around your torso, yanking you closer as he pulsed, filling you up with hot and sticky cum.

You both laid like that for a few minutes, catching your breath and coming back to yourselves.

Kyle pulled out of you with a groan and smiled as he cradled your cheeks in his hands.

“You are fucking perfect. C’mon, shower.”

With that, he gently grabbed your arms to help you to the bathroom.

[sweetnans]

Stuck in the moment || Bakugo, K. (pt.5)

Pairing: fuckboy Bakugo/hopelessly romantic fem. reader

summary: You made a mistake, a huge mistake. You fucked the most cocky, annoying, bastard, fuckboy you knew. Bakugo Katsuki. And that fact was against all your beliefs. Now, after the rumor (truth) spread like a pandemic virus in college you'll have to live with the stormy consequences of your acts and whatever trash was brought with it.

a/c: Hey, it's me again. Here we are in a new series I plan to continue. I really hope you enjoy it. I put my favorite man in action (bakugo) being a selfish bastard that you would love eventually and I couldn't help to put another "trope" I'm a sucker for (guardian/father figure Aizawa) I'm so sorry if that bothers you. Once again, I'm sorry if I misspelled something, English is not my first language. (Not proofread yet)

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 -> Pt.6

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You woke up with a headache. You barely even drink last night, but somehow, the interaction with a certain one got you all pented up that now you were struggling with a giant migraine.

Sundays were always slow. You used them to complete your homework, and then in the afternoon, you had a mandatory dinner with Aizawa and Eri in his apartment. You talked about eachothers lives and then sometimes watched a movie together. It was really nice, especially when the idea came right from Aizawa's mind in a form to create a safe and familiar space to Eri, which you were happy to comply with.

On Monday, your headache was light. It was a pulsating little tingle in your head, completely bearable.

The first class was slow. You caught yourself falling asleep multiple times, but hopefully, no one saw you.

After the party, you made your routine on speaking your head off to Jirou about what happened. You two got into the conclusion that it was a delusional event that helped out Bakugo keep his mind in peace.

It was easier to pretend that that was his intention than twirling your brain into finding out the real purpose of your interaction with him.

The sound of your stomach growling startled you out of your head. You were sitting in the sun enjoying the rays in your face when you checked the clock for the obvious. Lunch break.

You hated making the line to get lunch, so Aizawa packed you a bento with some things he found at home. He was a man in charge of a little girl, but it didn't mean that he was actually good at cooking. He had some dishes where he showed all his talent, but others, you could see little Eri gagging because of the burnt rice and steamed vegetables that looked like a pulp.

You entered the lunch zone full of big white tables and uncomfortable chairs. It's was more crowded than usual, so you had to put yourself on the tip of your toes to find Jirou and Denki.

Scanning the room, above all the heads and trying to difuse the laughs and peoples screaming from one table to another, you didn't find a trace of your friends.

"You look like a deer struck by light." Bakugo's hand was wrapped firmly in your shoulder lowering your body to the ground. "Sit with us"

That was him in real life. A silence sneaky bastard you didn't see coming.

You didn't have a choice, so you followed him through the crowd until you two made it to the table where his friends waved you happily of seeing you with them.

They didn't mind your presence at all. With years of friendship with Bakugo, they have learned no to question his outbursts or his decisions. Having you around was weird in a way that he never ever had been interested in someone, and now they have started to get used to you because he always made the effort to find you and bring you with him. You thought that no one saw him going to the kitchen where you entered a minute before? His friends had eyes on their backs. They, of course, saw this coming.

"I don't know if I'm going to stick around. My friends must be somewhere here..." You said, glancing away, trying to find the yellow spiky hair of your friend. You had to thank him because his extravagant hair was going to be your salvation.

"Let them be, stop third-wheeling them. It's annoying, " he rolled his eyes and took your bento from your hands to settle it on the table.

You were almost embarrassed for his comment, but everyone were minding their own business, leaving you like a stray castaway with Bakugo.

Sighing, you took your seat beside Sero and in front of Bakugo, who was inspecting you carefully. You tried not to sink in your seat and opened your bento. Burnt rice with poorly steamed vegetables. You hated veggies.

The feeling must've shown in your face because Bakugo was fast enough to exchange his food with yours. No questions asked. He didn't have a clue of what pushed him to do that, but just for the sake of it, he needed to look nonchalant to you to keep going the game he had in mind.

"What? No, give that back. " You started to throw your arm to grab your lunch, but he effortlessly dodged it.

"Shut up, that's what friends do." he pinched one of the languid carrots and ate it without even flinching. You tried with all your heart to not gag at the sight of that.

Friends. That's right.

The fact of him addressing what happened the other night caught you by surprise. You convinced yourself that it was with the main purpose of keeping his mind at ease. It seemed like you were wrong. It seemed like he actually meant it.

The table was in silence. Bakugo's bento was unopened in front of you, and he looked at you like you were dumb or something. You glanced at his friend casually chatting about some class, Mina watching tiktoks and moving his hands with the rhythm of some trend while you felt so out of place. You missed sassy Jirou and even the nonsense spurting out of Denki's mouth.

"Are you going to eat or what?" He was losing his patience. Don't you dare make the king mad.

You opened the bento, and the scent of his food invaded your nose. It was spicy ramen, one of your favorite. The smell of the soup prickled your nose and watered your eyes. You couldn't wait to have a spoon of that in your mouth.

Bakugo observed the change in your face and felt something flourishing inside of him. Pride.

The way your cheeks regained color after sipping the soup and how you almost moaned because of the taste made his chest puff.

You looked at him with your mouth full and smiled at him with your lips sealed shining with the oil remaining in the spoon.

His heart took a leap.

"How's that?" he quirked a brow, and you rolled your eyes still smiling.

Cocky bastard, he knew he could cook. He didn't need another one praising one of his multiple abilities.

"It's good," you said, shrugging downplaying the fact that he could actually cook.

The different combination of spices melting in your mouth with the ramen left a tingling feeling in your tongue. It was a funny feeling that complemented Bakugo, crossing his arms on top of his chest and looking at you with sufficiency.

"Are you going to judge my food now? I know it's not good enough for your expectations"

Mentally, you thought that if he said something about it, you would pull the Aizawa card from your sleeve to make him look like an idiot. Who were you fooling? The man in front of you didn't know anything about shame nor sucking superior's dick. If he needed to say something, he would say it without caring about the who.

He was about to open his mouth to give you his constructive opinion about your bad excuse of lunch when the haze of mismatched eyes caught all your attention in the corner of your eyes. Todoroki.

The memory of him apologizing for Bakugo's behavior was a current thought in your brain since that night. It wasn't because of his mysterious aura or the trouble in his family that attracted you to him. It was what you could see behind those eyes, loneliness, and hell you knew about that.

His body language, always stiff and clueless, motivated you to know more about him. He needed a wire to the ground, someone to show him the things that he had lost because of his childhood. You missed a lot of things in life, too, but you were determined to pivot the destiny. You wanted the best for him, too.

"Close your mouth. You are drooling on the table," he mumbled, clearly pissed.

Bakugo snapped out of your trance. You were watching Todoroki walking in the room until he left. You needed to catch him.

"I'm sorry I'll be right back"

You left him. The man who shared, not, gave you his lunch. You left him hanging to sprint to another guy.

Your conscience didn't put any thought of if in your mind until it was too late.

"Todoroki," you grabbed him by his wrist, gaining his attention.

Even though it was out of character for you to chase a man, and before the party, you two haven't talked, there was some sort of connection you couldn't decipher. He smiled at the sight of you.

"Hey, are you okay? Your cheeks are red. " he pointed at your face with a puzzled look.

"Yeah, I was eating something steamy, and then I ran here so..." you said out of breath.

Catching him was a short sprint, but it left your lungs burning for the sudden movement.

"I-" you cleared your throat. "I'm here to apologize for the other night. He was so rude with you, apparently with no reason"

The last thing you need in your life. Apologizing to people on Bakugo's behalf.

"He told you to apologize?" He asked, knitting his brows together. You shook your head. "Then there's nothing to apologize for, at least you don't have to"

"I was really hoping to have a good night and the Cosmopolitan? It was delicious, I didn't get the chance to thank you, it was so sudden"

He scratched his neck and suddenly smirked.

"Yeah, I was hoping on catching up with you too"

If the red in your face was a statement made before, now it was permanent. You never said that, but it was like he read your mind. You were careful with your words, and even though you wanted to tell him that, you didn't have the guts.

"Maybe we should hang out, I mean...eventually?" You were a nervous wreck being so forward with your intentions.

You didn't have any romantic expectations with him, but you couldn't blame the silly romantic girl who believed in love and enjoyed corny movies inside of you for picturing a date with him.

"Yeah, are you free this friday?" He said bluntly without any pinch of shame.

You weren't expecting it to be so soon, but your mind didn't connect with your body before your head was nodding with excitement.

You exchanged your numbers to set the time of your whatever that was going to be.

You would be completely lying if you said you didn't feel nothing about it. It was a weird feeling, like excitement combined with anxiety. You came just to apologize and left with a date under your arm.

Five days were more than enough to find an outfit, a possible place, and, of course, something to do. Drinking? Bowling? Movies? The options were endless.

You were high on your cloud when you remembered where you were before that. You couldn't help but feel like floating back to the table. You wouldn't be capable to hide your smile or the redness in your cheeks. You wanted to giggle like a little girl just by the memory of what happened.

The sudden wave of euphoria disappeared in the moment you got to the table, and only Kirishima was there looking at his phone mindlessly.

The remorse was bigger than the feeling you had just a mere second ago.

"Where did he go?" You asked his friend, and he gave you a sad smile.

"He left a while ago. He murmured something under his breath and left you this," Kirishima said, grabbing his things and leaving Bakugo's bento on the table with yours on top of it. "He said something that you didn't end your meal I don't know"

Kirishima scratched the back of his neck and the waved you goodbye.

You standed there feeling like the worse person of all world while eveyone kept eating their lunch.

You needed to revert the situation.

In your afternoon classes, you didn't see him or his friends. It was weird because they were always around laughing and throwing jokes when Denki joined them.

In your last period, Jirou found you biting your nails at the end of the classroom.

"What's going on in that little head of yours?" she threw his books on top of the desk next to yours and collapsed on her seat. "Where did you go at lunchtime? Aizawa hauled you again?"

You denied with a sad face. You weren't even trying to hide your feelings that were completely mixed. You were enthusiastic because of the date, but for one reason or another, the remorse of leaving Bakugo after what he did, it was like a kick in the guts. You felt completely rachet.

"I was with Bakugo," the little you blurted was enough for Jirou to have her jaw to the floor.

"Did you two...again?" She didn't have to say the word that she was implying.

"God no." You shook your head and played with your pen. "We just sat together with his friends and then Todoroki appeared out of nothing and I ran after him, he asked me on a date and then when I came back to the table Bakugo was nowhere to be seen"

The transitions between Jirou faces were something you would tease her about it if you weren't so confused about your emotions.

"Why are you sad then? Todoroki asked you out! That's a good thing. There's no way Bakugo walking out is worth the downfall of your euphoric state"

You bended over your seat to grab his bento and yours from your backpack, and then you piled them it in front of Jirou

"What's that?" She quirked a brow separating the tupperwares. You sighed. "I can't read minds babe"

"That's mine, and that's his," you pointed them with sorrow.

"Girl, you need to be more specific," she asked, looking serious.

"He switched his lunch with mine because I didn't like mine, and then, after I chase Todoroki, he left me his because I hadn't finished yet" you grunted putting your head between your hands. "Now I have two empty containers with the remains of me being a shitty person"

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself." Jirou placed her hand on your back and rubbed it for a while. "It's just a lunch, don't let the drama overwhelme you"

"It was Aizawa burnt rice and steamed veggies," you took a peak at her between your hands.

"And he finished it???" She grabbed the bento and examined it. "Ick, gross." She gagged. That didn't make any better to your state.

"What am I going to do" you asked.

Something about Bakugo eating your lunch, knowing what it was changed Jirou's mind about him being completely worthless. It took guts to eat that, even Denki, who could eat from a dumpster, threw up after tasting the vegetables.

"I think you need to...I don't know if apologize is the right word? But maybe make it up to him, " she said, patting your head.

She was right, and even though you tried to escape that, it wasn't a lie that you thought of it before Jirou statement. You just needed the reassurance, and maybe, just maybe, a way out that's wasn't going to come soon.

The last period ended. You focused on mainting your attention to everything present mic yelled in his english class. He always left you with a headache, but this time, where your mind was divided by the class and Bakugo, you didn't end up with any head related pain.

After leaving your things in your dorm and going to the bathroom for a quick refresh, you made your way to the boys' building. The boys' building was separated from the girls' building just by a street, which was very convenient. It was like we want you to be safe and make good decisions, but also, you're old enough to have sex and get freaky.

You would think that the concept of having a roommate made it hard to have intercourse but it didn't. Well, if you were lucky enough to have a decent roommate. When Jirou wanted time alone with Denki, you were more than happy to go downtown for a quick shopping spree or to the supermarket just to give them some time. Jirou did the same for you when you solicited privacy.

Denki was kind enough to give you Bakugo's floor and room by text. He kept messaging you for the gossip, but you put your phone in silence just to ignore him. Jirou would give him the details.

The looks on the boys that were there were nothing but oblivious. They didn't mind having your or any girl around. In fact, they looked at you, no, sided eyed you, like you were just one of the numerous girls that dropped by the building.

The building was exactly the same model as yours. The stairs were located on the same spot, and the number of floors was the same as yours. You could practically suit yourself pretty well if there weren't for the smell and the tall guys that looked at you weirdly but not minding you at all.

Once you stopped by his door, you had to take a long breath before knocking. Here you were, demolishing every plan you had about him. The main plan was ignoring him, but there you were knocking at his door, with his clean bento and some homemade cookies you found at the cafeteria. Was it enough to show that you were actually sorry?

That question pawned your soul. Were you actually sorry, or did you just wanted to forget the event and come clean with him to fully enjoy your date with Todoroki? Didn't that make you a bad person after all?

Saying sorry just to wash away your guilt and move on to the next while keeping in the tab the main plan of ignoring him?

Why did he have to be so stubborn with you? Why was it so hard to forget the fact that you had sex with him and move on with his life like he actually did with the other girls?

You were paying off some karma's debt or something. Why you? Jirou and Denki said once that it was fun to rile you up, but that was after solid three years of friendship, not two weeks after you knew each other.

The soft sound of your knuckles against the door echoed in the empty hallway. You were crossing your fingers for him not to be inside of his room, but once again, the world was against you.

He opened the door, sweating like a pig. Tiny drops of sweat gathered in the line of his hair just above his forehead. He didn't hide the anger when he saw you in front of him. The muscles in his body plastered against his black tank top made you feel like you were shrinking more and more under his stare.

"What are you doing here?" He was quick to ask with a disgusted facade.

You knew that he was rough, like in every sense of the word. He was rough when he talked. He was rough when he walked. He was rough when he trained, and he was rough in bed. You tried to forget the last part, but your intrusive thought never let that down.

Anyway, he was rough, but that day, in lunch break, you could swear that you saw a little bit of softness when he watched you eat his food, just a peak of it. Now, that was gone, and it was your fault.

"I'm here to give you your bento back." You extended the tupperware, and he accepted it with caution that his fingers didn't touch yours.

"That's it?" He looked at the container in his hands, purposely avoiding your eyes.

"No"

It was one word, but that caught his attention instantly.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry I left you today. It was so rude doing that after you were nice to me. " Hardly ever, you had to apologize for something, so you sucked at it.

You only had a grunt in return.

"And I also have some 'I'm so sorry' cookies for you." You grabbed a transparent bag and waved it in front of his face.

The way he rolled his eyes at the sight of it made you smile. He was crumbling in front of your eyes.

"Come in loser," he turned around and left the door open, expecting you to get in with him. It wasn't part of your plan, but it was the least you could do. After all, you were friends, right?

You closed the door behind you and observed your surroundings. You've been there before but it was dark and you were seeing double so it didn't count.

It was a pretty Bakugo room. A couple of band posters, a ton of books, gym equipment, and a pc gamer. Super boyish.

"You don't have a roommate?" You pointed towards one of the room's corners where should be a second bed.

He wanted to make a joke about how good you were faking dementia but he just shook his head instead.

"A dropout"

You were pacing in his room, looking at everything and touching it if it caught your attention. Bakugo was tucking his gym equipment away while you snooped every inch of his dorm.

The man was there, looking smoking hot after steamy training, but the smell in his room didn't show it.

"Do you have those electric pots where you can prepare meals here? It smells like burnt caramel, " you asked, scrunching your nose.

If someone paid Bakugo for every person who asked that before, he would be a millionaire. At first, the mere question embarrassed him a little, but now he was used to it.

"It's my sweat because of my quirk," he said with raspy voice.

The realization hit you hard. That smell was the one you remember from that night impregned in your clothes. It made sense, actually.

Bakugo found it hard to believe that you hadn't realized before. You were smart, smarter than half of the school, but he couldn't blame you. After all, you never have ever shared a class.

"So...are we going to play 10 questions or what?" You asked, suiting yourself in his gamer chair. It was really comfy with little pillows on the head that you couldn't reach and in your lower back.

"Tch, no, why?" You rolled your eyes at his answer. He was sitting in his bed doing absolutely nothing. What a lame fucker.

"How are we supposed to be friends if we know nothing about each other?" you stated, marking the obvious. "Ok, who's first"

"Like hell, I'm going to play a stupid game with you." he crossed his arms on top of his broad chest, and that little movement lifted his tank top, giving you a subtle look of his abs. You needed to remain composed for the sake of you.

"How boring! I'll start then. " You were thinking a good question and something to get on his nerves. "What's your favorite color?"

"Basic ass question, red," he snorted but followed along.

"Your turn," you urged him to keep going.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up?" He scolded you sighing and grabbing his head in his hands just to lay flat on his bed waiting for you to magically disappear.

"Because I learned how to talk, my turn"

It wasn't funny doing this without looking at his face. You found that the way his brows knitted together or the way his forehead wrinkled in exasperation was the main entertainment for you.

"How did you learn how to cook?"

You really wanted to know this, but putting a real question in between a dumb one was a power move. Well, that's what you thought.

"My dad taught me, and I continued improving my skills watching videos and practicing dishes"

You standed from your seat and walked straight to his bed. Folding a leg under your butt you sat beside him. He had his eyes closed, but the sudden sinking of his bed made him snap his eyes wide open.

The sight of you against the light of the window had him staring a little too much. You were analyzing him as well, but with another reason, you wanted to see if he was messing with you or if he actually excelled in something else than grades and training.

"My turn," he diverted your attention. "Where did you learn to ruin the fucking rice and the vegetables?"

"That's a trap. You can't copy my question!" You smacked his arm and he smirked.

"I didn't copy you" he mumbled closing his eyes again.

"You just changed a few words to make it look like it wasn't the same" you huffed and leaned against his bed pillow. "Fine, I let it slip only because I'm actually a good cooker"

"Yeah sure" he added sarcastically.

"I am" you whined. "That excuse of lunch was made by Aizawa, he's a great cooker too but that specific plate is not his strong point"

The day you told him that Aizawa was your guardian, he was impressed. He had never seen you with him before, but the fact that he packed you a lunch was a strong sign that you were close.

"Text me if Aizawa plans to give you that again," he said, opening his eyes again just to look at your reaction.

"Why?" Again, you were smart, but sometimes the kindness in humanity caught you unprepared. Mostly if the kind act was made by Bakugo himself.

"Rat poison is better than that. I'll bring you something to eat so you don't die"

The way he insinuated the most caring thing in the world, making you all flustered in your seat and then instantly went back to his obnoxious state, made you squeak internally. What was happening? Everybody knew the tales of Bakugo being a pain in the ass as a person with everyone except for his friends. It seemed you were one of them now because you were more than surprised to witnessed this change of demeanor in him.

"Your turn dumbass"

From princess to dumbass? You were making progress.

End note:

big bulky handsome Bakugo has a soft spot for reader? Of course he has. That's what the story is about. It seems that they reached a concensus for now, but how is Bakugo going to react when he finds out that reader has a date with Todoroki?? We will see...

A penny for your thoughts about this (not really but express yourself)

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[slasherx]

Hey again, congratulations on getting a 94%, hope you do well on the other one!

Idk if I requested this because I have horrible memory but can you do a Thomas hewitt x pregnant s/o smut, like I'm feeling it rn

If I already did request this just ignore this one

Hey again Diablo (hope you don't mind me calling you that), I was hoping for another one of your requests :3 No, you haven't requested this yet. I will have you know though (and anyone else reading who cares about this) I passed my other final!

Content: Thomas Hewitt x fem!Reader

Warnings: This is smut, so 18+. Minors, DNI. Reader is pregnant.

Notes: You already know about the GIF, hehe... btw Katherine is the name of the tea lady for me. The actresses name was Kathy so I thought something close would be good.

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When you initially got pregnant, most of the house was ecstatic. Hoyt went on and on about continuing the family line, Luda Mae was excited to finally have grandbabies, and Thomas was excited to be a father. Monty was the only one who complained about the presence of a baby.

Even Katherine and Henrietta were excited for you and Thomas. But nobody was more excited than Thomas. Even before you began to show, he was touching your stomach every chance he got. He couldn't believe that all those nights led to a baby finally being put in your stomach.

It made him hard most nights to know that his seed was growing inside of you. and thats how he got between your legs this very night, making you whimper and moan for him just like how he used to before you got pregnant.

He was scared leading up to this, not wanting to hurt the baby, but he just couldn't keep his hands off of you for nine months. So here you sit, at the edge of your shared bed, six months pregnant with his child and he's using his tongue to warm you up for his cock.

His tongue darted across your slit before sliding in, squirming around and wetting your insides just nice for him, as if they weren't wet enough. He held your legs against his head, encouraging you to squeeze him between your thighs. His cock jumped at the loud moan that fell from your lips as he moved to suck on your clit.

You grabbed his hair as he sucked hard on your clit, tugging on him slightly. "Thomas, Thomas please...just fuck me. I'm ready."

Tommy looked up at you with the same uncertainty he gave you on your first night together. His tongue slid over your clit one more time before he stood up. He gently began to move you onto your knees, ass up and face down.

"Please, Tommy...don't be gentle. I can handle it." You pleaded, wiggling your ass at him.

Tommy felt his cock jump again and his pants were off in an instant. Lining up to his favorite hole - your pussy - he began to push in. He let out a loud groan as he finally sunk in. It had been a few months since he last fucked you. He missed this so much. He missed you.

He grabbed your hips and saw how his dick disappeared inside of you, and finally how your ass looked pressed flush to his groin. And suddenly, all sense of gentleness went out the window.

He pulled all the way back until just the tip was in, then he slammed back inside of you and knocked the air out of your lungs. You didn't get any time to breathe as Thomas steadily pounded into you.

You could feel how your pussy clenched around him, seemingly making him bigger as you clamped down. You moaned into the pillow you grabbed, trying to quiet the noise and be considerate of the other people in this house. Thomas however, had other plans.

He reached forward and grabbed your hair, pulling your head up so you can freely moan into the air. Clapping sounds could be heard throughout the room, along with the squelching sounds of your pussy sliding along his cock.

Your back was perfectly arched so your ass was at its juciest point, and Tommy reared his hand back to slap it. You yelped at the sting, but your body continued to be jostled by his quick thrusts. You could barely keep up with him.

"To-Tommy please, slow dow-w-w-n..." You moaned, drool beginning to pile up at the corners of your mouth.

Thomas refused, grabbing the meat of your thigh and pounding further into you, sending you forwards. He let go of your hair, allowing you to drop into the pillow. With all the wieght and rocking, your arms were beginning to grow tired. Before you knew it, your arms had given out and you landed on your stomach.

Tommy grabbed your legs and flipped you on your side, one leg thrown over his shoulder. He fucked back into you, feeling his orgasm rise. He grunted and used his thumb to rub at your clit, making sure to press hard so you really feel the friction.

You moaned loudly at the pressure against your clit, feeling the familiar coil in your stomach form. "Tommy, oh Tommy, I'm gonna cum...!"

He grunted desperately to let you know he was going to cum too. After a few more harsh thrusts, he began to cum inside of you. He rubbed your clit furiously, allowing you to cum with him. You moaned loudly into the pillow, feeling your body wracked with pleasure, pulsating around your husbands cock.

Tommy slowly pulled out, and pulled his pants back up. He turned to his wardrobe and lifted up a few shirts to show a stolen wash cloth. He turns around and uses it to gently wipe you up, both of your cum being wiped up. Normally he'd finger it back into you, but he didn't think that should happen with his baby inside of you.

After discarding the wash cloth on the floor to be washed later, he climbed into the bed with you and pulled you close, kissing your forehead. You leaned up and kissed him on the lips, the mask scratching your face. He put a hand on your stomach and whimpered slightly.

"The baby is okay, honey, and so am I. I promise." You smiled at him, hair a mess and drool pooling at the corner of your mouth.

Tommy wiped away the drool from your face and pet your hair, bringing your face to his neck. He loved you, he loved your baby, and he knew you loved him too. As you slowly began to drift off to sleep, Tommy's gaze remained on you, his heart fixated on all the love he built over the years, and all the love that is to come.

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[hearts4court]

What it’s like dating The Marauders + Regulus Black!!

18++ Minors DNI!! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!

characters: James F. Potter, Sirius O. Black, Remus J. Lupin and, Regulus A. Black.

warnings: smut, cursing, mentions of the black family, kissing. lemme know if i missed anything, Fem! reader^^

Authors note: Hey hey my lovelies!! So this idea came to me when i was scrolling on pinterest and i saw a picture of a couple and it made me sad because i’m single as a dollar. BUT, i decided to share my idea with the class. Voldemort does not exist in this AU, but magic does!

James F. Potter:

Y’all are known as the “Goofy” couple. Y’all are always doing stupid things together, and overall y’all are just the cutest and funniest couple. Sometimes you too will skip your classes to make out in his dorm or to have sex. He’s AMAZING at giving head. You’ll take his glasses off his face and wear them, and it probably turns him on, ngl. Or he takes polaroids of you to save for his little scrapbook he made of y’all, for all of y’all’s memories. yes i said it. fight me. He’s such a praiser, whether it’s giving it or receiving it. he doesn’t care. “Does that feel good, baby? does my pretty girl like that?” he praises you as he thrusts into you. “always such a good girl for me.” he groans. “J-Jamie! fuck.. feels so good!” you moan, digging your nails into his shoulder, that causes him to chuckle

<3

Sirius O. Black:

omfg. Y’all are literally the hottest couple at Hogwarts. Nobody can decide if they wanna be you, or Sirius, or if they wanna be with both of y’all. You two sit together in every single class y’all have together, and his hand is always on your thigh no matter where y’all are. he really couldn’t give a flying fuck. You’re always on his lap, and his arms are always wrapped around you pulling you closer to him. He’s always kissing your neck and leaving hickeys to show you off, which sometimes he gets detention for, for inappropriate behavior. he’s such a rough! dom, when it comes to sex but he’s also a soft!dom at the same time? He will degrade the hell out of you but also praise you at the same time. “Look at you.. drooling and screaming my name.. ya look s’pretty like this.” Sirius coos as he rams into you from behind. “My dumb little slut.” he breathes against your neck. “F-fucking hell.. Siri please go faster- i’ll be good.. p-promise!” you whimper causing him to smirk and speed up. “i know baby.. such a good girl for me.”

:)

Remus J. Lupin:

Oh he’s such a sweetheart. Y’all are Hogwarts’s Cutest couple. If they’re was a Cutest couple of the year contest, y’all would win every time. He loves to read to you, and you take care of him after full moons when he comes back into the castle, like taking care of his wounds, helping him clean himself up, etc. “Are you alright, Remmy?” you coo in worry, running a warm cloth against his forehead and his cheeks.”M’alright, dove.” he mumbled, taking a sip of his water weakly. Y’all love to do study dates, then you two go back to his dorm and do skincare together. :( His kisses are so soft no matter what y’all are doing, and he loves praising you. “Good job on your exam, baby.” he smiles, kissing your head gently. He’s SUCH a soft! Dom. “look at ya.. taking me s’well..c’mon princess… you can a little more.” he says into your ear in a soft tone. “Mm! f-feels so good Remmy!” you whimper, biting your lip slightly. He 100% whispers book lines into your ear. My man is literally William Shakespeare.

Rizzmus Lupin<3

Regulus A. Black:

Reggie:( Oh poor Reg, he never thought anyone would ever love him because of his family, but your just an angel from above, aren’t you? Tbh, people are scared of Regulus so they don’t really give talk about you two. While he studies your always either laying or sitting on his lap. More sitting then laying. All you ever does is complain, and he hates it. “Why are you so harsh on people, Reggie?” you ask in a sweet voice, running your fingers through his curly hair. “I don’t do it on purpose y’know.” he grumbled looking up from his book, before looking back at it, as he leans into you. You shake your head before continuing to play with his hair. Just like his brother, he’s a rough! Dom, and loves to degrade you. Now, All you ever do is complain. Whether it’s about students, teachers, work, yourself, all you ever do upset reggie with your complaining. And every time he shuts you up. “You just don’t know how to shut up, do you?” He says, grabbing onto your hair hard, pulling your head back.”M’sorry!” you cry, which is more like a moan then a cry, continuing to bounce on him, and move your hips in a circular motion.”Yeah, yeah. But since you wanna be a little bitch and complain so bloody much.. i’m not letting you cum.” he whispers in your ear, pulling you off him, as a punishment for pissing him off.

UGH. i want him to ruin me.

[whispering-about-the-tmnt]

Can I get a quick summary of your thoughts/opinions on the 4 shows and the different movies? :3

Personally I'm a big fan of 2012 and Rise, and 2003 is good too but just never landed as much with me but I think I gotta give it another shot tbh. And I respect to 80's show, but not a big fan of cartoons durring that time as a whole.

And I love the 1990 movie, and the 2007 movie has amazing parts but as a whole is just pretty decent, and I absolutely love Mutant Mayhem :3

But it's always great stumbling across another tmnt fan while just scrolling my dash

Ah! Thank you for the ask!

I'll do them in chronological order, and I'm sorry but this is going to be long!

1987 - My first intro to the Turtles, way back when the show first aired! I totally fell into the world of Ninja Turtles back then, and wanted to consume everything having to do with them. I had posters all over my walls, toys, clothing, hats... you name it, I either had it or wanted desperately to get it. I was so into them that my dad bought me the first four (colorized) graphic novels of the original comics, and I still have them to this day. And I still love the cartoon! I accept now that they are kinda silly, but that gives them a certain charm. They were a huge part of my childhood, and when they came out on DVD I introduced my kids to them, as well. Honestly, I am who I am today because I happened to come across the show on a tiny little portable black and white TV while we were camping...

1990 - The first "event movie" I ever experienced! I remember how hyped I got when the first ads came out for it, with the tag line "Hey Dudes, This Is No Cartoon"... and how I told my dad that I wanted to move back to North Carolina (we were living in Massachusetts at the time) because I heard that they were filming it there (we didn't move, of course!). I also distinctly remember how excited I was waiting in line with crowds of people at Showcase Cinemas in Springfield, MA. I saw the movie twice in theaters (the first time I ever did that), and many, many times on tape. When I had kids, we all watched it together on DVD (usually while eating pizza). I love the gritty look and story line; and it was actually interesting to see, for the first time, the "rivalry" between Raph and Leo, which would later become a huge part of the franchise as a whole. In general, the movie represents the Turtles pretty well, though Mike and Don did kind of get pushed to the side (which has also, unfortunately, become a major aspect of the franchise). All-in-all, though, it remains one of my favorite movies ever.

1991 - The second TMNT movie (The Secret Of The Ooze) wasn't bad, in my opinion, but it never had as large a part in my life or psyche as the first movie. It was a bit silly, a bit slow... but it had Ernie Reyes Jr. in it, and I had a HUGE crush on him. In general, it was good, and I liked their new lair in the subway, but it was... just okay. I did love Tokka and Rahzar, though!

1993 - It may seem strange, but even with the costume downgrade and slapstick reliance and a bit of a silly story line, I enjoyed the third movie more than the second! For one thing, Casey was back (and I loved his apparent ancestor, Whit). For another, it was nice to see the Turtles out of their element, but also being accepted by people. There were some nice heroic moments in there, too, like Mikey and Leo saving Yoshi. It also made me wonder if the Turtles would, at some point in the future, go back even further and defeat Norinaga's ancestor, leading to the painting that was shown repeatedly in the movie. Oh, and I totally headcanon Mitsu and Kenshin being Hamato Yoshi's ancestors.

2003 - My favorite of the TV shows! I love how they can be gritty and serious or silly and playful. Their lair is amazing, and they have plenty of friends, but still are separated from humanity. I like the relationships the Turtles have between each other, and also how each of their personalities are distinct and add to the group. There are plenty of standalone episodes, but they all come back around and tie into the series as a whole -- and character arcs like Leonardo's 4th season self-loathing and recovery are the kind of thing I eat right up. All things considered, the series is my gold standard for the franchise, and especially for the Turtles' and Splinter's personalities.

2007 - Visually, it was great! I loved the voice acting and the atmosphere. However, they leaned a bit too hard into the aforementioned Leo & Raph rivalry (although the rooftop fight scene was amazing). I would have liked for Don and Mike to have a larger part in the story (although Don did do his techie thing and figure out what was going on, it was sort of a non-event). I did like the eleventh-hour Karai and Foot team-up with the good guys, though! Unfortunately, I am compelled to mention that Splinter in that movie is... not my favorite.

2012 - Completely honestly, I am an outsider to this series, and all that I know of it I have absorbed through Tumblr Osmosis. That meaning, although I do know a lot about it, I have never actually watched a full episode. It is my 12-year-old daughter's favorite version, however, so on her behalf I will be giving it a thumbs-up 👍🏼

2014 / 2016 - Bundling the two Bayverse movies into one, because I will be honest and say that the line between them blurs for me sometimes (not in a bad way, just like... they flow into one another in my mind). I will admit that I put off watching them for a long time because I disagreed with some of the creative decisions (I'll just leave that there), but when I watched them they turned out to be not as bad as I feared. Their lairs were fitting, and so were their personalities (even if Leo is occasionally a bit my way or the highway). Really, though, I don't have too much to say about them, except that some of the slapstick and more cartoony action tends to draw me out of the moment. Not my favorite TMNT movies, but not horrible. There's potential there.

2018 - ROTTMNT is another series that I haven't actually watched, and which I have gathered most of my knowledge on from Tumblr. However, I did watch the movie and enjoyed it very much! Honestly, the only reason I haven't watched the series yet is because I already have enough TMNT versions bouncing around in my head and I know if I watch it I will want to write fics for it, and I already have enough on my plate for the time being (meaning I will probably get a bunch of my WIPs done, then watch the series!). That having been established, I do like the way the Turtles are different species, and the overall exuberance of the series as a whole is a delight (again, from an outside perspective, but valid regardless!). Splinter's backstory is unique and interesting, and his relationship with his sons is enjoyable!

2019 - Batman Vs. TMNT is, without a doubt, one of my favorite TMNT movies ever! I loved the style, the atmosphere, the fight choreography, the relationships... everything. I also like how it earned that PG-13 rating (violence, swearing... you know... original Mirage Turtle stuff). It was nice how each Turtle got to shine, and how they each got a member of the Batfam to cling to. And Leo's fight with Ra's al Ghul is perhaps my favorite TMNT battle ever. I know it is probably too much to hope for a sequel, but I am nothing if not a cockeyed optimist!

2023 - Mutant Mayhem was fun! It was nice seeing the Turtles portrayed as actual teenagers, complete with gratuitous pop culture references. The animation style was interesting (in a good way!) and the voice acting was spot-on. I loved the soundtrack, too, and I had "What's Going On" stuck in my head for days after I watched the movie! The fact that the Turtles got accepted by humans at the end was nice, even if my preferred version of them is as outcasts; and their relationship with Splinter was believably complicated. I am excited to see how the story continues in TOTTMNT!

Is that all of them? I think that is all of them! Sorry this was so long, but I have a lot of feelings on the subject!

[greenqueenhightower]

Anon back again with more rumours/leaks from twitter to make (un)substantiated claims🫡

Okay so one of the people that went to the premiere in NYC was answering some questions also in regards to Alicent. They said it is implied that the first sex scene we see between Alicole is not the first time they have sex, but they made clear that the implication don't seem to be that it was something that happened pre-Viserys death. Which would put their relationship starting after 1x09 and before 2x01. That would make sense to me.

This also lines up with some other leaks I heard where they said Alicent and Criston's first scene of the season was a sex scene, so it is more an established thing that is happening. The same previously mentioned leaker replied in regards to Alicent's character that mainly she seems confused, which we know as she is looking for a sense of self.

Some people theorized that the large number of sex scenes (3 rumoured for first two eps) and the fact that Alicent's story seems to start there in s2 (also Olivia mentioning sexuality as something that is explored) could be written as hypersexuality as a response to her trauma manifesting after Viserys' death. Others theorized that it could be comphet and her figuring out sexuality in a place that is so deeply repressed. It could also simply be that she is having sex because she wants to (good for her) and then because it happens during B&C that the guilt of that is so great she simply represses it all again and the relationship falls apart after that. In any case I can see various routes in which this could be explored in a way that makes sense for Alicent's character.

Now for Criston's character: we saw some leaks and early reviews (watched either ep 1 and 2 or 1 through 4) saying that he gets more "bitter" as the season progresses and would become "the most hated character on tv". Now I take the second one with a grain of salt because people tend to dislike him way more than for example dae/mon who is uhm worse idk. But the common conception seems to be that he gets worse as the season goes on. So seeing as ep 1 starts with Alicole together and then B&C happens at the end of ep 1 start of ep 2, it seems like they skip the getting together stage and instead show the falling apart of this relationship. This would make sense if they are paralleling rhaenicent (as Ryan said) because at the same time dae/myra also seems to be slowly breaking apart.

For now to me it seems this relationship is mainly to show Alicent's headspace she is in of being confused and feeling purposeless. An Alicole rift after B&C as a result of this would make sense and would leave Alicent even more alone (save my girlie). We'll have to wait and see. Also glad you like my thoughts I'm just spitballing here and honestly need the episodes immediately.

Thanks, anon, for keeping me updated! 💚

Okay, actually the idea that Alicent and Criston consummate their relationship some time after Viserys' death and before the Dance of the Dragons sounds good to me. Again, I would have liked to have seen the entire pathway of their relationship that culminated in that, but hey--as long as it is well-written I won't mind.

Your comment about hypersexuality manifesting itself as Alicent's post-traumatic response to her marriage is very interesting! I also see it as a manifestation of agency in the sense that she no longer has to be summoned to perform a sexual act upon request, but she can seek it and want it herself. It most definitely can be comphet too, because she is not as free as per Westerosi patriarchal and heteronormative standards to contemplate and realize any relationship apart from the norm.

When it comes to Criston's character development in S2, your theory that the writers might have Alicole parallel Daemyra to showcase how the Dance has devastated all kinds of relationships: familial, conjugal, erotic, etc., is quite plausible. Watching Alicent and Criston's relationship suffer to the point of breaking would be heart-wrenching but angsty and spellbinding at the same time. I just wish we get to see more of them together before that happens.

And as for Alicent's battle with guilt and her quest for agency and self-worth, I am all for it as long as the show does not victimize and wh!rify Alicent. I assume that Alicloe will break up after B&C, but will at some point get together again (maybe after Aegon is injured at Rook's Rest?). And for all the time they are apart, I hope we see more of just Alicent crying and being miserable and Criston being ruthless in war and battle.

[mutantjellybeans]

Not to go on about this again but like it does get a little frustrating sometimes when people incorrectly announce that something is 100% canon for real in the comics based solely on like a single panel they saw someone else post online, it’s mostly harmless because, yeah, they’re fictional comic books but yall should know by now people can make jpegs do anything they want so next time you see a panel with someone insisting that its contents are 100% canon for real:

Have you read the comic the panel came from? The panel could be taken out of context and have an entirely different meaning within the story itself or it could actually say something completely different all together

Did the OP provide a comic name and issue number? If OP doesn’t provide an issue number that’s a major sign that the panel could be edited, especially if the character is saying something particularly outlandish

Speaking of outlandish: is the text in the panel a reference to another piece of media or do you think it might be a reference to another piece of media? This could be a sign it’s taken from an incorrect quotes account and not an actual comic

Does the text look weird? Is the text different sizes/fonts or weirdly spaced in the bubble? This one might be hard to notice if you’re not into graphic design or typography so no judgement if you don’t but things like letter/word spacing, text size, font, bubble shape, etc is something that’s taken very seriously, bubbles need to be easy to read, pleasing to the eye, and take up as little space as possible, that’s why lettering is a whole separate job in the comic book industry. For example, in these panels “sons…” would not be left on it’s own in one line, “ya basic” would be given more impact, and all the text in the bubbles on the second panel are way too squished together (notice how the words are basically touching the outside of the bubble and how “devastating” is squished and small)

Similarly, is the text a higher quality than the rest of the image? In the infamous “I know you’re here Dracula, where’s my goddamn money?” Moon Knight image that a lot of people thought was real, for example, there’s a certain graininess to the image that doesn’t extend to the text bubble, which is notably clean-looking, in higher quality versions of the image you can even see the pixels of the text bubble that was slapped over the original text (which shouldn’t be possible considering the comic came out in the 80’s)

Did you look at OP’s page? Are they a fanartist? Some extremely talented fanartists dedicate a lot of time and effort to mimicking the comic book style, and they can be really good at it, though unfortunately these fanartists’ work are often reposted without credit which can lead others to believe they’re canon when they’re not, in this case remember: 1. look for an issue number, 2. reverse image search to see if you can find where the panel came from, and 3. keep in mind…

An A-list superhero being canonized as queer is a huge fucking deal, like mainstream news big deal, if an A-list character was confirmed as queer it would be absolutely goddamn everywhere, from IGN and comic book YouTubers to fucking Joe Rogan and late night talk shows, you wouldn’t be able to hear the end of it, so if you think “hey, shouldn’t this be a bigger deal?” stop and investigate further

And finally, the most annoying question: are you sure this is the right version of the character? Comics are filled with alternate timelines, parallel universes, clones, shapeshifters, and so on, are you absolutely positive that the panel you’ve found is the classic character from the main timeline? For example, people frequently used to use Harley and Ivy’s kiss in Bombshells as proof that their relationship was canon in the main DC timeline (it wasn’t, but it is now!), and people still use Logan and Hercules’s relationship in X-Treme X-Men #10 as proof that Wolverine is bisexual in the main 616 universe, which he is not, though it is kind of implied sometimes

I know a major part of this is me being an annoying, nit-picking comic book elitist and, yes, this is all mostly harmless BUT I also think this could be a really great way to exercise your media literacy skills as well as a good, harmless lesson in not taking everything you see online at face value and, hey, it might even get you to read some really great comic books in the process!

Improve your media literacy and critical thinking skills one edited comic book panel at a time! K thx, love you, bye!

[verysanebsdfan]

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Starlight Glimmer!reader x Saiki K

A reader who is kinda like starlight glimmer with sunset shimmer's abilities (I'm in my mlp phase don't judge but I rlly like their characters and abilities) who is kinda bad at first because of something happening with their friends earlier in her childhood and becomes very rude and cold but slowly learns to open up to the idea of new ways to act and get along with people and be nicer

Like of course they're not perfect, they're going to have social anxiety because what if others find out how bad she was in her past, and some old habits will peak through but they're still trying to learn

Their way with dealing with problems can be a little...extreme, like breaking open a vending machine when it malfunctioned after they paid to get someone a drink or things along that line

(forgive the long request I just woke up)

They also usually act before they think often

Starlight Glimmer!reader x Saiki K

Hello, thank you so much for requesting<3 I am gonna be completely honest i have not watched mlp, so I relied on your description and the internet but i tried. I haven't found much about Sunset Shimmer's abilities tho, well I did but didn't find anything much specific. I mostly mentioned some fire powers cuz from what i found...well nothing good into the story. I read that apparently Sunset can conjure powerful fireballs, but i made it fire in general, and it is also referred to as either psychic or supernatural powers. I hope it is to your liking. Also I wasn't sure but I made it a female reader since ykyk... Word Count: 1.2k

It was a peaceful afternoon when a certain pink haired psychic got rid of the nuisances, uhm, friends and was on his way home. He was in a hurry since his mother asked him to go buy some ingredients for dinner, and there was still a show he wanted to watch today.

As he entered the store, he felt a sudden uneasiness. Something was gonna happen, he knew it. As he collected all the items his mother requested to buy, he walked in the direction of the aisle with coffee jelly. He saw a girl picking up a coffee jelly triple pack, but he quickly hid when he realized that the girl has his schools uniform. The last thing he wants is to have his classmate, whom he recognized after taking a closer look, start a conversation with him. Unbeknownst to him, the girl already knew. She carefully eyed the direction where he left to, quite glad that nobody is gonna ruin her peaceful day.

As she was nearing the next aisle, a certain someone put a hand on her shoulder. She tensed up and turned around to see who was disturbing her personal space. The girl got really startled when she saw a tall guy with a butt chin. She remembered him, some time ago, she was assigned to do a project with him. They were supposed to meet up in a library but he didn't show up, and had a reason, apparently he thought the library was other way and got locked in the school gym. Either way, she knew that he was a real dumb human, so she just patiently waited for him to say something. "Hey!" He shouted, jeez, calm down. "I know you! We did that project together!!" He exclaims loudly. "Yeah, no. You didn't show up, I did the project alone...but yes. Now if you'll excuse me, i have more important things to do than talking with gorillas." The girl announced and turned to leave "Wait!" Nendou shouts again "Do you wanna get ramen with me, pal, and chibi? Huh- where is my pal-" He suddenly realizes "No i won't get rame-" Nendo suddenly grabs the girls arm "Let's go find my Pal!" He insisted and pulled the two high school students behind him.

And that is how you got to where you are now. Seated between Kaidou and Saiki, across from Nendo, really strange individuals, really loud and obnoxious, except Saiki, that is. The Ramen shop didn't look anyhow exquisite...it actually looked quite, dangerous? The food will probably be poisoned or something. When the owner gave them their bowls, everyone looked disgusted (The one episode when Teruhashi tagged with them kinda disgusted) The girl stood up from her seat and looked at the humanoid creature, called 'ramen shop owner' and stared at him. "You call this food?! Impossible!" She yells while trying to hold herself from throwing the bowl on the ground. "You have a problem with that?!" The store owner spat out. "The heck i do! The noodles are expired, vegetable is actually not a vegetable, i have a piece of plastic in it, the broth smells like piss and sweat! If it's okay in your opinion, eat it! I'll gladly pay if you eat the whole bowl!" She yells at him, making the people outside, on the street, wonder what is happening there. "You won't, exactly! Now return our money. Hurry" She yelled the last line before the owner had to run to the kitchen because something was burning. Definitely not your doing.

Saiki knew. He knew that was not natural, the fire. It got extinguished, no one got hurt, but it was bugging him, and he wanted to know just who are you? He got his powers to help him out with getting you to hang out with his....whole friend group....or nuisances. And you slowly started opening up. One this one fateful Saturday night when the group was hanging out at a playground, it was already dark. Kind of a miracle that Kaidou's mom let him go so easily, we thank you so much Saiki on Kaidou's behalf.

"How about we play truth or dare?" Yumehara suggested. Everyone agreed, even you and Saiki, surprisingly, but nobody questioned it. Time passed and questions and dares flew around too. "L/N, truth or dare?" Kuboyasu asked the girl, who has been drawing into the dirt. "Truth" She mumbled tiredly "Have you ever broken a law? And if yes, how?" Who in their mind would ask that?

Yes....Kuboyasu..."Technically yes..." She sighs. "I broke open a vending machine because It broke after I paid, so I got what I paid for, myself." She said. "and also burned down a house" The girl whispered a sentence that only the lovely pink haired psychic heard. It startled him. Why did she do that? "Why would you open it up tho? You can't do that! That's destruction of property! A crime!" The perfect bluenette whisper-yelled. "Teruhashi-san...It isn't a crime as long as you're not caught....and also, why should you care why i did it...maybe because i won't waste my money, maybe because i was pissed? Probably. Not everyone is as perfect as you, not everyone is as nice as you, and I was not in a good mental state. Get over yourself..." Wait- the girl realized her mistake as she looked at the teary eyed bluenette. "I- uh- Teruhashi-san...I am sorry uh! uhm....I didn't mean it like that I just-I'll....I'll go buy you something just please don't cry"

Seriously...the vending machine broke. She turned around but bumped into a certain pink haired highschooler. "Why did you burn down a house?" The pink haired boy asked, very bluntly, realizing his mistake, not correcting it though. "My powe-" the girl realizes and quickly coughs. "My uhh...power in the house went down, and I, the little naive child, thought I could do everything, so I tried to fix it, cut wires and boom...." She says too optimistically. "Stop lying" The pink haired highschooler commanded. "Not here...But we cannot leave the group for too long either..." She thinks out loud. "They actually already went home." Saiki exclaims. "Guys are walking Teruhashi and then Yumehara...I'll walk you...while you talk...or we can talk at one of our places." He says while motioning for her to follow.

You two walk into your house, and you light up the lights. "Sit down, I'll get some coffee jelly, I noticed you staring at it...the day we met." 'Are you a goddess?' Saiki thinks. "So....I suppose you wanna know why? Hm...okay so basically I have powers, it went out of control....And i burned down my friends house....he almost died....that's why I don't really talk about it." You quickly summarized. "I really hate supernatural powers...or psychic powers...because I still feel guilty, I tried to stop it, but they don't even know it was me, not even my parents. You are the only one who knows." She says as she takes a spoon full of coffee jelly. "But I only told you because you have powers too

(○｀ 3′○)"

Anyway! I tried but I do not like how it turned out but

Stay safe y'all! BYE

[unityrain24]

Saw your tags about Star Wars, it seems Star Wars stans and modern MCU stans are two peas in a pod. :/

im not entirely sure which tags you were referring to, because i have reblogged several starwars posts with Tags, but honestly, the mcu and starwars really are two peas in a pod. And im honestly surprised there isnt more comradery/comparing between the fandoms

both started out as, while definitely not "high art" or anything, legitimately good enjoyable films, with relatable characters the audience could feel empathy and compassion for, exciting new powers and places, fun and adventurous stories, and more, which instantly became beloved classic that people thought about with nostalgia and pleasantness. And they were and by people who cared and the people who watched them were compelled to care and create communities.

But then both franchises saw a shift, from making films from a passionate and moneymaking point of view, to purely making films from a moneymaking point of view. While star wars saw this happen with the franchise being picked up a few years after to make sequels, the mcu's shift happened more gradually, since there was no time in-between making movies.

now, while i would not consider myself a StarWars Fan, my sister and cousins most definitely were, so i had to watch basically everything in order to keep a conversation with them (not that i didnt enjoy it, i quite liked it and all the lore, it just didnt hold the special place in my heart that thing i consider myself a Fan of do). I've watched the movies, the clone wars series, rebels, the mandalorian, etc all the way through. It's been a while since i was keeping up with everything, so forgive me for not having quite a comprehensive understanding and opions of it as i did say, 3-4 years ago lol.

But the starwars sequels are a lot like the latest phases of the mcu. While i cant remember if they explicitly go against any prestablished canon like the later mcu phases do, they definitely go against the spirit and point/purpose of the original (and even prequel) films.From what i remember, the sequels also had went through several different directers and had direction and script changes and was a whole mess, so even the three films were sort of inconsistent or at the very leat felt oddly-thrown together (<-i may be wrong on the specifics of that its been a while. but it was something along those lines). Also like the later phases of the mcu, they relied a lot on the "nostalgia factor" with not only easter eggs but bringing back old ideas, concepts, plots, even characters, since it "worked so well the first time," when really what the "first time" did was think of new things, present old things in new ways, and tell make art from a place of passion, community, and connection, rather than a "whats the least i can do to make the most money" mindset formula (a point brought up a lot by @therese-lokidottir on many of their recent mcu critiques).

Starwars, unlike the mc, did have a brief period of "redemption" where it looked like the franchise would be saved and given back to the hands of people passionate about starwars, stoytelling, and film, with stuff like the final season of clonewars, the mandalorian, and a few other things. That was a great time to be a starwars fan. I wasn't even a fan, and it was kind of magical for me. But now it seems like they are back of the capitalist art-destroying path, hard. They have been pumping out series after series after series (once again going for the "nostalgia" thing, bringing back the clonewars artstyle, several beloved characters, and more), but it all feels so hollow. The stories feel more like they are just putting in a whole bunch of "wow, thats so shocking" and sewing them together with "hey i loved that character!". The costuming and makeup is absolute trash. The worst by far is hera (an alien character from the animated Rebels series, showing up live-action in Ahsoka). It is hideous. I have seen cosplays of her better than what the actual multi-bullion-dollar corpoation disney with all the best resources put on that screen. The costume looked like it was from spirit halloween, the makeup looked patchy and strange, they left out simple details of her design, and all the colours were Off. Examples:

Hera in Rebels:

Hera Cosplayers (x and x):

Hera in the Ahsoka Series: (it is like. seriously disconcerting to me)

and again, the costuming was not the most pressing point. Its actually relatively low on the list of points of everything bad with current starwars. But its good for a visual example. My sister and my cousins loved starwars. Passionate. Ahsoka was one of my sister's favourite characters. She couldnt even get though a full episode of ashoka. I havent heard anything new of starwars from our cousins, either. And we see eachother relatively often. I havent watched a new starwars thing in like... forever now. And it seems like neither have they. And not because they got sick of starwas, i can tell you that. They got sick of the new starwars being pumped out and shoved down their throats where the only things that resembled what they had loved were twisted into something else. Which, at least in my experience, is far, far worse than if they just ended things ubruptly and unfairly. At least mutilated corpse can rest.

The mcu's decline was, again, more gradual, like boiling a frog. Thor ragnarok is where i would probably pinpoint the beginnings though. I didn't like it at first, because it was out of character, sort of reversed elements of the character's well-developing character arcs , narratively picked on some characters more than others, etc. But, it was still a well-beloved film by many, in-universe explanations for why the characters, arcs, and plots were so different could be plausibly thought up, it was fun and unique, and i could make myself ignore the bad parts and focus on the good and enjoy it for a while. But by the time the loki series came out? There wasnt even any of that anymore. No passion. No community. No love of art. No respect for the previous artists and their art, that the new makers were supposed to honour and continue. While ragnarok's morals of the story could be a little iffy at times (attempting to critique colonialism/imperialism, but falling flat because mocking loki for dismantling it; making jokes at points of the film where it was a little inappropriate), the loki series was straight up horrifying. Perhaps most noteably, fucking. GLORIFYING AND EXCUSING/SYMPATHIZING FASCISM??? and labeling genocide as a "necessary evil?" (though, once again, that was not the only immoral "moral" the series preached). Disgusting. And the MCU is pumping out way more films than starwars, and seem far deeper in the money-lust trenches too.

either way, both are suffering and both are bought by disney (and oddly, both keep giving more and more screentime to the fascist characters. but at least starwars isnt romanticizing it like the mcu is...)

and it hurts so much when something important to you is taken from you, and twisted, and ruined, and its mutilated corpse is hung up on string and paraded around as a puppet before your eyes, and burned into your mind even when you finally tear yourself away. And then swarms of people thinking your ridiculous for caring so much about something so unimportant, and others defending the very monstrosity that did this.

But its not ridiculous or silly or inferior to be attatched to a fictional character or fictional world or fictional story or whatever. They can provide comfort, and ways to explore and understand and even come to terms with yourself (or even others!) (and can be especially important coping mechanism for mentally ill people!). And art is a such an innately human thing, for us to express ourselves, and communal art (like film!) is a tradition across humanity and time!

And with the whole thing with people these days defending/denying what capitalism is doing to art, and denying the notion that art has any influence or effect on "real life"... why are these such absurd concept to you, that you liken to some crazy conspiracy theory? Are you really so blind as to not see it happening before you? Is the blindfold over your eyes really so soft it feels like nothing there? They say a bird who doesnt know its in a cage thinks its free. These people seem to think that drastic, unfair, unjust, immoral, inequal changes and systems are only things of the past. And often, the past doesnt feel real. Dinosaurs and the roman empire and some genocide in some faraway land in some faraway time can at times seem just as unreal as mythical creatures and stories. And even if such terrible things were to happen now, surely theyd be able to see it coming. But things like this dont change in an instant. They are gradual. Like boiling a frog. You dont notice. And even if things arent the worst they can be, and never become the worst they can be, they are still bad. Things arent required to be certified the worst of worst in order for change to be allowed to happen. The worst of the worst isnt even a thing.

Our art is being taken from us. We are being overworked and underpayed. Our whole lives are dictated by how "valuable" we are. Our environments are being polluted and decimated and our planet is becoming more and more inhospitable. Racism and queerphobia and ableism and more are taking lives. And none of those things are at the very worst they can be. They could all be much, much, much worse. But we shouldnt just sit around and be grateful its not worse and do nothing more, nor should we deny anything is wrong at all. If you had cancer youd want to do what you could to get better. If you If broke your leg youd do what you could to make it better. Even if you just accidentally cut your hand or finger while chopping vegetables, youd bandages it up. We always should try to make things better.

We deserve to have our art continue to be art. Just as we deserve all the much more pressing areas of our lives to be better too

Anyways, marvel and starwars really are two peas in a pod. And that pod is with other pods, and the plant those pods share is film. Or perhaps even art as a whole. The mcu and starwars are just really good examples of whats happening right now, because not only does it feel like perhaps its hitting them the most, but also because since they are such large franchises, you can really see and document the progression of whats happening with each instalment.

two peas in a pod :( <3

[ellie-s-list]

Light in the Darkness (4)

Abby Anderson X Fem!Reader, College AU, Part 4

Since part three was so short I am double posting, so when there is a small journal entry or “thought” chapter then there will usually be a double post because the content was so short.

But I’m not promising anything.

TW: Anxiety, overthinking.

PT. 3 PT. 5

Chapter 4–> Line Without a Hook, Ricky Montgomery, Week 12

Lyrics: “All my emotions feel like explosions when you are around

And I’ve found a way to kill the sound.”

Fuck Max, Tatum, and Bailey. Not literally, but figuratively. Why? Because now you’re in a small club with way too loud music, way too many flashing lights, and way too much of the smell of alcohol induced vomit that could very well be touching every nook and cranny of this hell hole. Of course, you did say yes, so it was partly your fault.

But you were still overstimulated, about ready to explode with anxiety. Tatum was already on the dance floor, dragging Max along behind her. Max was Tatum’s designated ‘gay’ best friend. They’ve always clicked, it’s like they share the same brain.

Bailey was with you, sitting at the bar. She wasn’t drinking, having been the next designated driver in the trio’s rotation. You offered to drive, but they all declined. Maybe it’s because you never went to bars or clubs with them, which was fine. They’ve never been your scene. But Max begged you to go, he felt bad because he thought you felt left out. Even though you explained that you didn’t feel left out, you said you’d go with them tonight.

“You good?” Bailey asked, leaning close to you so you could hear her over the music. Shrugging, you turn to look at the dance floor. There were a lot of people pressed close together, grinding, making out. You couldn’t find Max or Tatum anymore, but someone else caught your eye.

Owen, Abby’s ex-boyfriend. He was making his way through the crowd, stopping to grind on an unsuspecting woman. It was weird, maybe disgusting. Definitely disgusting. You had a weird feeling about him, even when you were bitching at him because of the Red Bull.

“I’m going out onto the floor,” Bailey said, catching your attention.

Nodding, you watch Bailey blend into the crowd. Turning back to the bar, you pulled out your phone. Pinterest seemed to be a good app to get your mind off of the club, cats being your choice of obsession.

“Hey, you’re Abby’s lab partner, right?” A voice too close to your ear caused you to flinch, scaring you from looking at a bright orange picture of a cat.

Turning your head, you saw a dark-skinned girl sitting on the stool next to you. Her body faced the crowd of sweaty college students, but her face was towards you.

“Yeah,” You frown, “Why?” Does Abby talk about you? You would probably be brought up because of her project, but hopefully nothing else would be brought up.

Abby’s friend widened her eyes, “Oh, she didn’t say anything bad, I promise.” She looked as if she let out some horrible secret, her deep brown eyes shifting away. “I’m Nora, I’d like to say I’m Abby’s best friend.”

You raised an eyebrow, not sure why she would approach you out of nowhere. Let alone at a club, and without Abby near. She already knew your name, which was weird considering Abby barely talked about her friends.

“Nice to meet you, is Abby here with you?” You ask, not trying to show your suspicion. It seemed to work, Nora visibly relaxing as she hummed, looking around the crowd.

“She is,” Nora said, “ She arrived a couple hours ago.”

Nodding, you bit your lip, “You brought Owen too?” You couldn’t hide the slight disgust tinting your voice.

Nora sighed, “He’s like the Scott Disick of our group.”

“God he looks like it.”

Nora smirked at your comment, then she pointed at the crowd, “There she is.” You follow the direction of her finger to see Abby. She was dancing with Owen, not seductively, more like she was trying to get away. Nora turned towards you, “I’m going to join them, hope to see you again.” She hopped off the stool, slightly jogging over to her two friends.

After Nora left, the music seemed to have gotten louder. It pounded through your skull, causing a fog in your brain. Looking around for a bathroom, you sighed in relief when you found one. It wasn’t too far away, just on the other side of the bar.

Making your way over, you cupped your hands over your ears to try to muffle the bass. You pushed the door open, surprised at how small the bathroom was. There were two small stalls on your right, a dingy light bulb flickering above your head. Both stalls were occupied, so you walked to the far side of the room, leaning your back against the wall.

As cramped as the room felt, it did muffle the music enough for you to gather our thoughts. You pulled your phone out again, going back to the pictures of cats to distract you from your anxiety. One of the stall doors opened, and you glanced up to see a woman with smeared lipstick and disheveled hair stagger out. She glanced at you, but then turned to pull the door open.

As she pulled the door, she kind of stumbled backwards. Someone was on the other side, pushing the door open. The girl caught herself, cussing as she held onto the stall door behind her. The other girl, who was pushing the door open, apologized, appearing as she walked in.

Abby was the other girl, peering at the drunken one hanging onto the stall door. The drunk girl stood up, glaring up at Abby. She pushed her way past the blonde, calling her a “sightless whore,” as the door closed behind her.

The blonde shook her head, turning away from the door to see you. Her hair was in her signature braid, some stands having fallen out, they were framing her face. Her cheeks were flushed, probably from the hot air from the outside, probably from the alcohol she’s consumed. Her blue eyes were blown wide, pupils almost overtaking her irises. She was wearing a cut-off black tee paired with green cargo pants and brown combat boots.

“Hey,” Abby murmured, a slur hinting at how drunk she may be. If she was blacked out, she definitely hid it well in front of you.

Giving a half-wave, you smile, “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“In the bathroom?”

“Sure, we could say that,” You laugh, noticing the light dust of pink overshadowing the flushness of her cheeks.

Abby frowned, looking around the dingy bathroom. “Do you want to get out of here?” She asked, placing a hand on the back of her head.

“I didn’t drive.”

The blonde pulled out a set of keys, “I did, but I need a driver.”

With a quick text to Max, you decided to drive Abby to your dorm. You didn’t really have a choice, Abby, having been more drunk than you anticipated, passed out in the passenger's seat as soon as you both got into her car.

The drive back to your dorm was brief. What wasn’t easy was trying to get Abby to stand up to get to the building’s elevator.

The girl was heavy, leaning on you as the elevator rose to the third floor. Abby didn’t smell entirely of alcohol, hints of cedar coming through. Her hair smelled of Pantene, which made some sense. Abby seems like the type to stare at the shampoos, remember Selena liked Pantene, and decide to go with that one.

The elevator doors opened, forcing you to hoist Abby further onto your shoulder as you practically dragged her.

“For how muscular you are, you sure as hell ain’t using any of them,” You grumble, half-dragging the blonde. Thankfully, your dorm wasn’t too far from the elevator, and you made it with minimal casualties. The only one being Abby’s hair tie, which you decided to hate as you vowed never to go back to save it.

Sliding your key card, you push the door open. Abby seemed to have gained a bit of control of her legs, kind of helping you out as you made your way to the couch. Your energy was depleting quickly at the sight of the couch, running on fumes as you dropped her onto it. She landed face first, and if anything hurt, she didn’t show it. Your muscles that were previously screaming at you, seemed relieved as you hunched over.

Turning, you went back to close your door and turn on the main lights. You and Max bought nightlights for the dorm, having both not liking how dark the rooms could get.

Abby grumbled, catching your attention as you made your way back to the couch. She turned over onto her back, blinking languidly. You crouch, taking her boots off.

“Where am I?” She asked as you finished getting her boots off.

You sat on the floor, leaning your back against the couch. Abby dragged herself into a sitting position, rubbing her eyes. She looked confused as she looked around, when her eyes met your face she seemed to have realized where she was. Her name left your lips, but nothing else.

“What?” You ask, staring at her ruffled hair that was quickly falling out of its braid.

Drearily, Abby patted the cushion beside her, “Sit with me.”

Standing up, you sat beside her, turning to face her. She was looking at you, back slightly hunched. You leaned forward, propping your elbows up onto your knees as you rested your head onto your hands.

“You’re so pretty,” Abby murmured, a hand slowly reaching up to touch your cheek.

She was drunk, she didn't know what she was doing. The heat that rose to your cheeks was embarrassing, a direct reaction to her touching you and her compliment. She was drunk, she couldn't be in the right state of mind. Abby leaned forward though, and you didn’t lean away. She was a couple inches now from your face. She had to be able to hear your heart racing, the loud thumping pounding in your ears.

“I mean it,” Abby whispered. “You’re so pretty.” Time slowed down as she leaned closer, her lips bridging the gap as she kissed you. Her lips weren’t chapped, having a minty taste to them. Abby kissed lightly, as if questioning you.

The blonde pulled away, suddenly looking sick. She leaned forward again, but this time not to kiss you. Instead, she puked onto your lap.

Posted on: 4/21/23

WC: 1,732

[strawbrygashez]

Postal 1 Dude x Postal 4 Dude

Dead Or Alive

🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️ zombie time! I was thinking about how P1 didn’t have to deal with a apocalypse while the other did sooooo that’s where this idea came from :3 I hope u like it & sorry for any mistakes 🧟‍♀️ (Not sure if I want this to be a stand alone fic uhh 🤷‍♀️tell me if u all want a continuation!)

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Jesus fucking christ. How many Oreo flavors did there really have to be? Dude often tried his best to distance himself from the ‘back in my day’ old people crowd but at times like this, he couldn’t help but to shake his head and think about how back when he was growing up, they’d only really had your basic flavors of cookies and if you didn’t like it, too bad. A thought that really showed his age also came to mind that was along the lines of, ‘now if they’d put as much effort into fixing actual problems as much as they do making all these weird Oreo flavors…’ But, his old man thoughts were cut off by his phone blaring some obnoxiously loud 90s metal song. Quickly moving his grocery list into his other hand, he dug for his phone in his robe pocket and seeing that it was his boyfriend, he accepted the call and placed the phone between his shoulder and side of his head.

“Hey princess.” He greeted, giving little thought to the only other person in the isle who was giving him a mean glance.

“Dude? Hello? Where are you?” His boyfriend asked with a clearly panicked tone in his voice. Not being new to the other having panic attacks or him being worried about Dudes safety, he wasn’t caught too off guard. “I’m at the store babe. Remember I said I was getting groceries on my way back home? I’ll be there soon. Is there anything I-” the sound of being hung up on muffled the end of his sentence. Okay now that was a little strange…he tried calling back again but was only soon met with the voice mail message. Raising a eyebrow, he placed his phone back into his pocket after sending him a text asking if he was alright. Maybe he just wanted to be assured by the fact Dude was still in-fact alive? Or something like that. That still wouldn’t make much sense with why he hung up so quickly though but again, it wasn’t too odd. He’d just have to hurry along and remind him to take his meds once he gets back.

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After a little bit longer of shopping (and deciding to just go with mega stuffed Oreos) Dude was finally ready to make his way over to check out when all of the sudden, the sound of tires screeching caught his and other shoppers attention. Man there was some bad drivers in this town. He wasn’t even really sure why those kinds of sounds got his attention still after living here for so long but whatever. Shrugging it off, he made it about half way to the check out line when the sound of heavy footsteps running towards him made him look up.

Before Dude could even understand what was going on, a pair of arms wrapped around him tightly and someone was pressed up against him in a hug. It didn’t take him long to piece together who was latching onto him though once he saw that firey red long hair he loved so much. He gave a confused grin as he wrapped his free arm around him, again not giving the people who gave them odd looks much thought.

“Uhm…Hey Babe. What are you doin’ here?” The older of the two asked.

The other didn’t answer at first, instead he’d decided to hold onto the older man a bit longer, appreciating the warmth of his body and that he he seemed as healthy and ‘normal’ as ever…though, he didn’t get a good look at him while he was running up. So, he pulled back and began to pull Dudes robe down his shoulders. “Uh..What are you doing?” Dude asked with a chuckle at the other Dudes behavior. “Checking.” He simply replied before fixing Dudes robe and then inspecting his lower arms, wrists, and even gave a glance down to his legs before finally grabbing a hold of Dudes face.

Dude felt his face burn a bit at this. “For what?” He asked under his boyfriends gaze. The younger Dude lifted up the others sunglasses, looking at him dead in the eyes for a bit before seeming satisfied, fixing his glasses and letting him go. “Bites. You won’t believe me but this time, people are really sick. They are basically literal zombies! It was on the news and..and I-” talking about it made him start panicking again. Now instead of the abrasive, protective aura he was giving off just a bit ago, it was replaced by a anxious one as he wrung his hands together as his expression dropped. “Yeah I know.” Dude replied.

The longer haired Dude froze. “You know? Then why are you out here?! You need to c-come home and maybe..I know it sounds like a lot but maybe we should leave this town..it’s spreading and I don’t want you hurt..” He was half expecting the other to refuse to just pack up and move like that, leaving a town that he’d grown accustomed to yet again but Dude surprisingly, nodded. “Yep. I’m right there with you on that.” He simply said before just walking again. The other stood in place for a moment, just watching him while a frown formed before deciding to follow. “Hey- why aren’t you more concerned? I think I literally saw a infected person on the way here! Are you sure you’re feeling ok?”

The older Dude chuckled again as he reached a hand over into his boyfriends. “This ain’t my first rodeo with ‘zombies’ dollface. I’ve probably lived through like at least.. three outbreaks? I know what I’m doing. And I promise you and me won’t get hurt.” He assured him before leaning over and placing a kiss on the others cheek. The other Dude wanted to find it hard to believe what he was saying..but really couldn’t. He’s dating another version of himself for fucks sake, the fact a zombie apocalypse had happened multiple times to him shouldn’t surprise him..so instead he shook his head but kept following, running a thumb against his boyfriends knuckles. “I’m more worried about you than me..but seems like I don’t ‘need to’ I guess.” He joked with a small grin.

The older Dude tilted his head playfully. “D’aww! No, I appreciate it. I guess even though I’ve done this before, extra help isn’t bad… yknow I guess if I need a distraction I could use your ass as bait.” He joked back with a nudge. The other rolled his eyes. “Yeah and when your ass turns into a zombie..I’ll keep you alive still..I’ll just have you on a chain or something.” He joked back. Well..tried to joke at least because the face his boyfriend made at that made had him try to quickly explain he was just messing around..sometimes he hated how deadpanned he came across. His boyfriends face quickly changed to a shit eating grin once he fumbled while trying to explain. “Man you’re messed up.” He teased as they finally made it to the back of the line.

“No! I was just making a joke! I saw something like that on tv once.” He tried to explain with a frown. Dude just kept chuckling before kissing him on the side of his head. “Im just joking too weirdo. Don’t worry. I would love to be on a chain your holding..dead or alive.” He winked. His boyfriend groaned in ‘annoyance’ before deciding to get behind him in line and hide his face in Dudes shoulder while hugging him from behind..god he hoped the line wouldn’t take too long.

-

Soon they did come out with the groceries in hand as the longer haired Dude led the other to the truck he’d shown up in. “Thank fuck you brought the truck. My legs were starting to hurt.” Dude said as he started to climb in, tossing some bags onto the floor board. “Mm. I would have brought yknow..the whole trailer with so we could go ahead and leave but I wasn’t really sure how. So I just left Champ in the trailer for now.” The other Dude explained as he climbed into the drivers seat. “I see. I can get it ready when we get back.” Dude said, finally getting all the bags situated and closing the passenger door. He tossed a arm behind his boyfriend as he glanced around the parking lot. His eyes landed on what was definitely someone with the zombie disease making their way up near the stores entrance. Though it was probably better not to point it out to his already freaked out boyfriend, he couldn’t help the “Damn.” That left his mouth.

His boyfriend followed his gaze to see the infected person as well..maybe the old him would wanna go help and warn the people inside but..fuck it. He tried playing savior once and that didn’t go as well as he thought. All he needed was his boyfriend and their dog..so he just sighed and started up the car. “Hope they have some kinda security in there.” He mumbled as he backed out of the parking spot. “Mhm.. I’m sure they’ll be fine. They had a couple exits in that store. Plus most ‘zombies’ I’ve seen are slow. The security guard could probably get ‘em while still eating his donut.” His boyfriend just gave a sigh before grinning and pulling off.

[umbrum77]

okay i have to ask. What is the story behind the banner art?I've never in my life considered a ship between Adora, Scopia, and Jasper. But at the same time... I can kinda see it. Strong women, one good, one neutral, and one bad.

hehe me at @scorpia-is-babey where talking adora x scorpia and we decied to add in jasper cus why not. and well we wrote alot. We actually thought the 3 of them went together well as they where all trained from the beginning for war and well the wars over. So what do they do now? they still like to spar with each other, still trying to figure out what to do next and all 3 are a little awkward when interacting with people. it makes scenes like this

Jasper was sitting on a balcony starring at the stars in Bright Moon.

She does that a lot. She likes to think about all the world's she has seen and all that time traveling through space. She hears light foot steps approach but doesn't turn. She knows who it is. Adora sits next to the large gem who has been here a few months and looks at her.

Adora looked over the gem. Her sharp eyes her broad shoulders and massive hair. Then to her lips. Always in a kind of serious frown. She had seen the gem smile, that big toothy grin. Adora even made her smile a few times. But was the gem happy here? Was she happy after crashing here. Adoras eyes shift to the the orange skin and the green patches that mark them.

Jasper notices Adora looking but doesn't say anything. She...likes to be looked at. She likes to be looked by Adora and Scorpia. But she is still looking at the stars. She wasn't sure why but she felt like quiet was what she was looking for tonight. She felt a hand on her arm.

On one of those green patches she hated so much. "Hey!" The warrior barked and pulled her arm away. Adora put her hands up and frowned. "I'm sorry!" They had held hands and spared before. Jasper had always been reluctant to any touch but had eased with time. Adora didn't think she was intruding. "I'm sorry." She said slowly lowering her arms Jasper was still scowling at her. "I never took time to look at the spots closely before. Are they scars?" "Gems don't scar" Jasper dismissed looking at the stars again. That was a lie. Her own face showed broken lines from her battle of Steven and her... It didn't matter. "Do you want to talk about it?" Adora offered innocently. Jasper took a deep breath to calm herself. That was a question the earth gems always asked. They always wanted to talk things out, always wanted to pry when she didn't want to. She hated it. Her mind ran through a few other spots she could go when Adora started to pester her. It was a shame she had really started to like the young warrior. "No." Jasper said knowing that wouldn't stop the questions. "Ok." Adora offered instead and turned to look at the stars. There was silence. Sweet relief of silence that Jasper was not expecting. She smiled as a minute or so passed and Adora just stayed sitting next to her. This was nice. Jasper never thought enjoy just being with someone who listened to her. 'It could be nicer' whispered a yearning from her mind. The ancient gem warrior gave in. She reached out with her arm over adoras shoulder and the blond smiled and leaned against the bigger gems side. The top of her head was barely to jaspers shoulder but she felt comfortable and safe under the strong arms. She also saw that Jasper no longer had that Stern frown in her face anymore. She was smiling.

[elekinetic]

hey i have a silly little question! i have 2k words of planning but no idea how to start translating them into actual writing and i thought i could ask you for help because you're obviously the master of scriptwriting lmao

i've written scripts before but i always struggle with trying to get my ideas onto paper in the form of coherent sentences :,) idk your scripts always turn out so gorgeously written so i thought it couldnt hurt to ask for a bit of advice <3

(i should clarify: i'm trying to start drafting a screenplay for this story i've been planning for months but i've been staring at a blank page for hours 🥲 if you have any tips on how to translate ideas into actual writing that would be super helpful)

AH you’re so sweet, i’m far from a master, but i’m happy to share the stuff i’ve learned as a third year undergrad.

so like, for me, i struggle with figuring out what to do in scenes and how to make them…useful? if that makes sense? in a good script and a good film, every scene moves the plot forward, the character arc forward, or both. (by forward i mean changes, set backs are obviously a very important part.) so when i sit down to write a new scene, i make a list of everything i want to accomplish.

i’m gonna use this scene of mine as an example. my list looked a little like this:

- primary goal: teens find out about will’s visions

- secondary goal: show how on edge mike and nancy are.

- secondary goal 2: establish the dynamics of the kids and teens working together.

ok, so how can we accomplish those goals? that second one should clearly be an argument since they get on each others nerves. and why don’t we make the argument about why the boys snuck out, bc they have to come clean abt wills visions to explain why they did. and to show that the teens hold more power in the dynamic and that the boys are struggling without their usual freedom, let’s emphasize that the boys did something dangerous the teens specifically told them not to do.

cool, so we have a general idea of what our scene is: nancy chewing the party out. but that’s just an idea. each scene is made up of a bunch of beats stitched together. here’s how i figure out what to put in a scene:

write down A) where everyone starts emotionally in the scene and B) where everyone ends emotionally in the scene. figure out what changes.

nancy is going to start annoyed and end resigned. so….she’s mildly annoyed and then decides it’s fine? that’s not particularly interesting, so how can we’re complicate it. OK, let’s make her get close to blowing up, and then see her be the bigger person and pull back. that way we’re ALSO progressing her character arc and seeing her grow from the hot-tempered girl we saw in early seasons.

i’m trying to kill as many birds with this scene as possible, so i’m ALSO going to add details about what the other characters are doing. it’s important to remember that if you’re going to have a character in the scene, you gotta do SOMETHING with them. here’s a breakdown of some of the choices i made for the other characters in the scene:

mike: very snarky, very on edge, very combative. this is bc he’s fresh off his fight with will, the party is in trouble, and they just failed to save el. i’m using this scene to highlight how upset that would make him and how that anger would affect the people around him.

will: stands up for himself. that’s the most important thing. he will not let himself be spoken over and takes responsibility, says yes, i know we shouldn’t of done this, but we did, and heres why. and we have to do it again. he’s coming into his own!

lucas: he’s defensive but he also kind of bends under the pressure and defaults to nancy. he tries to help will but it’s clear this is an unfamiliar dynamic for him.

dustin: show that he’s not as grounded as he probably should be.

steve: steve has four lines. FOUR lines, but we’re still doing something with him. he calls nance out, tells dustin to stop, but also tells the boys nancy is right. he’s very serious rn and it’s a good way to reinforce that his disagreement with nancy is not petty (never petty) and he’s always coming from a place of genuine concern.

jonathan: jonathan helps pull nancy back and dies everything he can to support her bc HES A GREAT BOYFRIEND and that was what i did with him. also expressing concern for not only wills safety, but the whole party’s. he also shows some leadership.

on that note, i also want to explore relationships in the scene:

jancy: they’re supporting each other without being asked. reinforce that this is a strong partnership, even through rocky waters

byler: will telling mike to back off and mike listening. mike being protective of will even though they’re still technically fighting.

dustin & steve: the dynamic between him and steve is shifting. steve is part of The Teens and dustin is not. steve tells him to quit it kind of sternly. this is new for them.

nancy & steve: mentioned before, steve will call nancy out but also back her up. no malice or pettiness in his heart.

the party: dustin and lucas try to cheer will up and defend themselves. they’re close.

basically you can accomplish a lot in a scene bc not every “accomplishment” has to be a massive thing. it can be as small as “dustin looks down” to show he feels chastised, which is new to him!

worst comes to worst, word vomit. Write the worst possible version of your scene ON PURPOSE and then edit from there. you just gotta get something down.

AH ok that’s all i have for now but if you have more specific questions please please please send them! I wasn’t really sure what to put here, so I just kind of word vomited. Hope this helps!

[yourimagines]

Darkness P.3

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing, Angst, fluff

Y/N POV

I was sitting in my room waiting for Nina to come and get me. I got this morning a small present for Nate because I’m raised to not go empty handed to a birthday party. I had wrapped it in a simple black wrapping with white ribbons around it. ‘If my aunt finds this out I’m dead.’ A tiny rock got thrown against my window. I carefully looked outside and saw Nina waving at me. I gave her a thumb up and grabbed the present and walked downstairs. I grabbed my keys and left the house by the back door, closing it up with my keys. I walked over to Nina while holding my present. “He’s going to love that.” She nods at the present. “You don’t even know what it is.” She shrugged her shoulders. “He loves when people don’t show up empty handed.” I smiled at the present in my hands. “I’m raised like that.” “It’s a good thing.” She opened the front door and walked in together. “Our parents are not here tonight, they do this on purpose.” I nodded and followed her to the living room where the noises came from. A lot of guys and a hand full of women are here. “Hello.” I said to a few people as Nina walked me over to Nate. “Nate, y/n is here.” She says to him. Nate was sitting with his brother and a few others on the sofa, smoking. He looks up and stands up. “Hey, happy birthday.” I stretched my hands out to him, presenting his present. He smiles and takes it from me. “Thank you.” He sits down and starts to unwrap the present. Nina is looking curious at it as Nick looks at me. “I don’t know if you like it.” I said a bit more quieter. Nina smiles as she saw what it was. “That’s so cool.” She leans close against his shoulder. Nate looks up and smiles at me. “Thank you, I really like it.” I smiled back at him. “What is it?” A guy next to him asks. “It’s a custom made ufc mini belt, for display.” The guy hummed and leans back. “Thank you again, do you want something to drink?” Nina waved him off. “I’ll get us some drinks you can stay here.” She said to him and dragged me along to the kitchen.

We both entered the kitchen as Nina started to open the fridge. “That was so cute, that mini belt.” She at a bright smile on her face. “Thanks.” “I’ll bet he likes it to, most people gave him some money or some alcohol.” She grabbed two glasses and filled them with cola. “I hope you wanted some soda, otherwise I have these strong mix drinks.” She pointed to the bottles lined up on the counter “Cola is fine, I don’t want to get drunk.” We both laughed and she gave me my glass. “Good I don’t want to get drunk either.” We both walked back and both took a seat on the other sofa. “So y/n tell me a bit more about yourself.” Nick said while talking a sip from his drink. “Uhh, I’m 22 years old, live here by my aunt and uncle.” “Tell something we don’t know already.” Nina gasped at him. “Nick don’t be an asshole.” He shot Nina a glare. “Uhh, something you don’t know…. I have an older brother who lives in France.” “Boring…” a guy said next to Nick. Nina stands up. “I can’t believe you guys, y/n let’s go.” I stood up and followed her to her room. “I’m so sorry about them, I thought the would be nice for once.” She drops herself down in her bed. “It’s okay… I understand.” I sat down in her chair. “No it’s not okay… you’re my friend.” “Thank you…”

I walked back to my place an hour later I arrived there, the guys where in their own garden, smoking and playing some stupid game. Nina was looking at me from her own bedroom window as I entered the house. I closed off all doors and windows and walked to my room. Waving at her that I was safe and sound. She waves back at me and disappears. I sat down at my desk and opened my journal, ready to write my thoughts down that where roaming around my head.

Nate POV

Nina walked out the door and sat down in a chair. “Where Y/N?” “Home.” “Why?” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know maybe because you guys where being an asshole to her.” She grabbed a few chips from the table. “But I didn’t do anything.” “Maybe you should have.” She pulls her feet close to her body, looking dead serious at me. “You’re blaming me now?” She shook her head. “ I don’t wanna talk about this anymore, I know what you all think of her…” she looks down at her hands. “No you don’t.” I walked away from her, joint the rest again. “I assume she’s gone?” Jake said while nodding at Nina’s direction. “Yeah she left.” “Without saying goodbye? What a bitch.” Jake said as a few guys laugh about it. “She’s not a bitch..” I said in a much more quieter voice. Jake raised his eyebrows at me. “What did you say Nathan?” He had a smirk on his face. “You heard me Shields.” He starts to whistle. “I think our Nathan has a crush on the girl from next door.” A few guys started to laugh. Nick looks at me with no expression at all. “Maybe I have a crush on her, so what.” Everyone became quiet and stared at me. “Why is everyone surprised, it was obvious for me.” Nick said with a tiny smile on his face. “If you knew why did you acted like an asshole?!” “That’s how I talk!” I shook slowly my head. “Well thanks for that, she probably doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.” “She was never going to Nate, she’s our sisters friend.” He patted on my shoulder and refilled my glass. “Enjoy your party.”

——— two days later ———

Nick was laying on the sofa as Nina walked in with Y/N. “Hi.” She says as the both walked upstairs to Nina’s room. I gave her a tiny wave and Nick starts to laughs at me. “What?” “Oh damn you are real about it huh.” He sits up and pats next to him, signalling to me to sit down next to him. I walked over and sat down next to him. He grabs my shoulder and looks at me. “Listen carefully, women are not easy, they think differently they want us to be romantic and shit… but when they love you.. oh damn your one lucky guy. If you really like her then shoot your shot.” “Yeah?” “Of course, she’s not bad, Nina already loves her and so does mom.” I sighed. “I don’t know, her aunt doesn’t really like us.” “Who cares, your dating her not her aunt, fuck that bitch.” Nick patted on my shoulder. “Just do what feels good and if you ever need my help… am here.” I smiled at him and nodded. “Thanks.” He smiles back at me and lays back down again on the sofa. “Now if you excuse me, I was laying here first.” He pushed his feet against my legs. I stood up and throw a pillow at him. He laughs and I walked upstairs, ready to go to my room.

I walked past Nina’s room and heard them talking. “He’s always like that, don’t worry it’s not you.” I stood still and silently listened to their conversation. “Cool I was thinking he didn’t liked me or something.” Nina giggles. “No nick is even like that to Nate, so your cool.” They both laughed. “Can I ask you something?” “Yeah sure.” “What do you think of my brother Nate..” “Uhh, okay I guess. Why?” ‘I’m okay…good.’ “Well I don’t know… he was at the party a bit shyer than he normally is.” “I think he’s nicer staan Nick, no offence.” “What if he likes you, would you go out with him.” ‘Please say yes.’ “Uhh I don’t know, would you be okay with it?” “Yes! I would. I think you guys would be cute together…” they both started to giggle and laugh. I quickly walked away to my room. ‘I don’t want to hear the rest.’ I closed my door and breathe out. ‘Shit I think I really like her.’

[lunamidnight]

November 23rd

Fanfiction/Original Fiction

First created: May 2019

Last updated: Jan 2023

General Premise: Old possible chapter with the intro of Angel’s old friend and crush and shenanigans. 

Other notes: Not sure if I'll keep it in the final product but it was fun so I’m sharing it now.

When Angel walked into the viewing room, she saw the two people she expected, her partner and superior officer Darrien Caster, and her boss Mr. Conner. What she wasn’t expecting was who was currently seated in the interrogation room alone beyond the one-way glass window on the opposite side of the room. It wasn’t their not-so-favorite psychopath, Sean Walker, but was a young male only 3-years older than her by the name of Jericho Fenrir.

“Hey, I know that fool.” She blurted out to the other occupants of the room who were speaking to one another a moment before, and she hadn’t paid any attention to the subject matter. Both stopped and looked at her at first annoyed, then to some degree of confusion and interest between them.

“You do?” Mr. Conner spoke up first, being the more confused than interested one. “Yeah, back when I lived in the orphanage. He left there like 3 years before the fire happened. Haven't seen him since, why is he in there? This I gotta hear." “Well, he-” Mr. Conner began before being interrupted by Darrien. “He got with the wrong crowd it seems and now he’s hiding something important, wanna help us get that information? He hasn’t budged for anyone else really.” Darrien said looking contemplative between Angel and Jericho

Mr. Conner hummed in agreement not minding the interruption. “That is a grand idea! How about it Angel?” Mr. Conner asked looking back at her inquisitively. Angel shrugged not seeing a problem with it. “Sure, could catch up with him while I’m at it. What information do I need to get from him?” Angel asked simply. “You will 'catch up' with him as much as you need to in order to get the job done, that’s your priority.” Mr. Conner said flatly in command. “Now now Sir, this might be good in the long run. There could be learning on all sides, and who knows he could be more useful down the line.” Darrien commented coming closer to them.

“How long did you know him before though, I want to be sure this is a good idea.” Darrien asked simply. Angel hummed in thought before replying.“Hmmm well, we grew up together 'til I was 11 and he was 14. We usually caused mischief together and hung out, I would say I knew him pretty well. I even had a crush on him at one point. Now though who knows, it has been 8 years since I've last seen him. I gotta say he’s aged well, he was easy to recognize.” Angel explained.

“You had a crush on him?” Mr. Conner asked with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, like a year before he left, but it teetered out just before that... Sheesh to think he got in so much trouble to get into an interrogation room.” Angel replied. Darrien and Mr. Conner looked at each other and nodded in agreement. “Alright then, but he’s not necessarily in trouble... yet. For now, all we see him as is an informant... an unwilling one. But with you, it should prove easier.” Mr. Conner said. 

“Yes. And if this meeting shows any reason for him to be in trouble, we will get it taken care of. Now, for what you need to get from him.” Darrien said, looking at Mr. Conner. “Yes, simply put: we are looking for his boss Simon Eugen. Our sources say that Jericho is one of his right-hand men, so he should have a clue on his whereabouts.” Mr. Conner replied. “Cool, nice and simple. On the off chance that he really doesn’t know, then what?” Angel asked. “Then you get a free session to catch up.” He replied before asking a question himself. “Do you want the file on his employment?” “No, that might ruin my mood. I’ll just have him do it.” 

Angel said as she went towards the door. “Anything else before I go in?” She asks. Both men look at each other again before looking back at her and shaking their heads. “Nope, he’s all yours, have fun.”  Darrien replied. Angel laughed at that before turning and going through the door. “I think this is going to be entertaining.” Darrien said after the door shut. “Indeed.” Mr. Conner replied before they took a seat near the window to see through it.

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Inside the room, Angel walked in and waited by the door for the bored-looking young man to look up. The man had shaggy dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He wore a plain dark green t-shirt under a light brown trench coat and brown camo pant with matching work boots. The look Jericho has on his face when he finally looks up and sees Angel is a look of sheer surprise and joy and shock and it is priceless. Angel chuckled at the reaction before walking over and sitting in the other chair. “How’s it been Jer?” Angel asks with a smile. “Angel? Angel Labell? You work here? Holy Fuck you look amazing! It’s been so long, how have you been?” Jericho asked excitedly as he leaned forward in his chair. “I asked you first.” Angel replied calmly with a hint sultry.

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“Is she going to flirt with him?” Mr. Conner asked incredulously. “Hmmm, looks like she might. Might as well play off what he said, he did compliment her looks. She’s learned a lot these past 5 years.” Darrien replied. “Indeed she has.” Mr. Conner said as Jessica came in with bags of popcorn upon his previous request.

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Jericho froze for a second a hint of a blush showing at her tone, then he chuckled nervously. “I...might have gotten in with the wrong crowd after I left.” He replied hoping she wouldn’t be too mad. “So I’ve heard, mind telling me more?” Angel asked leaning forward to keep their eyes locked. Her dark blue shirt wasn’t low cut but with how she leaned over the view Jericho got would have gotten him in trouble with the authorities if it was a few years earlier. He glanced down for a split-second but otherwise kept his eyes locked with hers knowing that if he looked longer she'd probably punch him in the face. “I’ll answer that when you tell me how you’ve been.” Jericho replied, keeping his voice level as they stared at one another.

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“Are they... Are they doing it with their eyes?” Jessica asked while eating popcorn with Darrien and Mr. Conner. “Not yet, but pretty damn close.” Darrien replied, calmly unaffected by it. “I thought she said the crush teetered out.” Mr. Conner replied. “Too early to tell, but it’s possible for her to fall for him again... or the other way around.” Darrien spoke. “My bet is on him falling for her first.” Jessica announced. “I’ll take those odds.” Darrien replied simply both place a ten on the table that sat in front of them under the window. Mr. Conner placed a ten down too but didn't announce who he was betting for. Neither of them questioned it.

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Angel thought for a moment crossing her arms under her chest just right while tapping her chin for a moment “Well a lot of stuff happened.... Some things I’ll keep to myself though, but overall, the orphanage burnt down when I was 14 and I started working here. Found out my parents, as well as three generations beyond my mother, worked here too. So I’m the 5th generation, I deal with a psychopath on a semi-regular basis and have an awesome boss and superior officer, and everything else is pretty much whatever really.” Angel replied simply.

Jericho noticed and looked for a moment and then back to her before she spoke.“Wow, sounds like a life. And I get why you wouldn’t tell me everything, I haven’t told you everything either. Kept it pretty vague actually...” Jericho said, ashamed and looking down at the table. “You’ve aged well though.” He said looking back up with a small smile. “So have you, but I do have a job to do so why don’t we get more specific?” Angel asked unmoved by the compliment. “Oh come on Angel, we haven’t seen each other in 8 whole years! Can’t we just talk?” Jericho asked, sounding almost desperate.

“Alright then,” Angel said with a calculated smile which was unlike her. “Why’d you leave?” Jericho’s face turned stark white at that question before he coughed nervously. “Can we uh... start with something else?” He asked hopefully. “Sure, it’s that or you tell me and my people where your boss is.” Angel replied, simply making Jericho scowl with a curse. “Damn... no third choice?” he asked. “No.” Angel replied with a frown. 

“Why do you want to know why I left so badly?” Jericho asked, frowning and looking perturbed. “I’ll tell you if you tell me.” Angel replied. Jericho groaned, rubbing his temples. “You really don’t need to know about that….” He said pleadingly. “Then tell me where your boss is.” She replied simply. “I can’t tell you that either, it would get me out of a really good job.” Jericho replied, getting more irritated. “One or the other Jericho, and you know how stubborn I am. I’ll stay here all day if I have too.” Angel replied simply laying her chin in her palms while her elbow laid on the table, her shirt revealing a bit more cleavage hoping to distract him.

Jericho sighed running a hand through his hair noticing the change in pose and not daring to look. “Yeah I know, just like when we were little... Remember when we rigged the microwave to start like it was making food so we could escape to the attic when the littles were distracted?” Jericho replied smiling at the memory. Angel let herself smile a little too, chuckling even. “What do you mean we? I rigged that, you just snagged all the blankets and pillows for us.” She replied. “See? I was still useful with that. It was so quiet up there, nice and peaceful.” Jericho replied sounding happy. “Yeah quiet... It was even quieter after you left.” Angel commented frowning once more with a small pout.

The pout struck a chord with him instantly.“Oh, you’re going to guilt-trip me now Angel? Wow, you’re still such a child. You haven’t changed at all.” He said, standing up looking angry. Angel stood up as well with fire in her eyes. “You haven’t changed much either you selfish prick.” She snapped back. By now they were inches apart. “Oh, I’m the selfish one? I’ll show you selfish.” Jericho growled while pulling her head closer to his own and kissing her aggressively. It didn’t last long though as he slowly pulled away from a lot less angry. “...Weird?” He asked with an embarrassed chuckle. “Yeah totally.” Angel replied with a small laugh.

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“Wait, what?”Jessica asked surprised. Darrien had been frowning to himself up to that point, but now he was chuckling like a mad man, while Mr. Conner quietly took the money from the table.

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“...So what happened between me leaving and you getting this job?” Jericho asked having realized that she never mentioned anything in that timeframe. He jumped up on the table to sit down and she followed soon after. Angel sighed knowing she was an open book to him even with all her training, not like she had been using much of it. “Well, I met a 4-year-old who claimed me as his mom shortly after you left, It’s official now as of last year…kept working with Scarlet, got him a job in the kitchen, his name is Zackery or just Zack...then a year later.....You remember the three stooges?” She asked quietly, the others next door already knew about them by now. “Yeah, the dumbbells you used to serve at Miss Scarlet’s?” Jericho asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow. “They almost took my virginity a year later.” Angel replied flatly which made Jericho’s eyes narrow dangerously. “They. Did. What.” He said not in question but more like a threat to the ones that hurt her.

“They tried to do it in the V.I.P. room, Miss Scarlet came in just in time before they could start that... but they hurt me still, left scars... It haunted me for a while too.” Angel explained before being pulled into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry…” Jericho replied, hiding his face in her shoulder and feeling like the worst person alive. “...I’ll tell you…” He said sitting back and sighing. “The boss before my current boss threatened to kill you. It was either leave you and work for him or watch you die... I couldn’t do that so I left, and by the time my current boss took over I had risen up in the ranks that I had a comfortable life. I was told I could leave at any time but I didn’t think you needed me by then so I didn’t bother going back... I’m so sorry, I would have stopped them if I was there.” Jericho explained sounding defeated. 

“I know you would have, and don’t worry they have been taken care of thoroughly. I get it why you didn't tell me, thank you.” Angel replied with a pause. She sighs as she gets back into her working mindset. “But, I still need to do my job.” “I know, and I won't resist anymore. There's a large abandoned warehouse on east main and 20th near the dock. Security is almost as tight as Fort Knox, the keyword is almost. There’s a ladder on the west adjacent building that could get you onto the roof and through the second-story window, which is also his office. He’s often in there in the mornings between 9 and 11, other than that I wouldn’t know. I’m the morning right-hand man after all.” Jericho replied calmly. “Ew, mornings gross, you weirdo.” Angel said giggling trying to break the atmosphere and causing Jericho to laugh too. “Shut up nerd.” He replied before the door to the room opened up causing both to look towards Mr. Conner who walked in.

“Hey, Mr. Conner.” Angel greeted. “Sir, this is Jericho. Jericho this is my boss Mr. Conner.” “How do you do sir?” Jericho greeted respectfully. “Very good, thank you for your useful information. But I have one question. If you could, would you like to work here? I can’t guarantee that you’ll work anywhere near Agent Labell, but you’ll still see her I’m sure.” Mr. Conner described. “Wait you’d want me to work here?” Jericho asked, almost unable to contain his excitement. “Indeed, your skillset in combat, arms, and several other assets would be useful for this organization, you fit the profile for a few of the departments so you’ll have to take a test to see which would fit best for you, but that won’t take long. My secretary can take you there now if you say yes.” Mr. Conner explained. “Well yes, I’d be a real ID10T if I didn’t, but I don't know how I’d quit from under my boss after so long.” Jericho replied chuckling at Angel who commented on him remembering what that meant.

“I will personally help you iron out those details. So I understand that is a yes?” Mr. Conner asked again. “Yes, Mr. Conner Sir.” Jericho said getting off the table, walking over and holding his hand out to shake which Mr. Conner gladly did. Angel smiled at the scene keeping her overexcitement from showing as she too got off the table.

Soon after the three of them exited the room, and Jericho was introduced to the others. “This is my Superior Officer, Darrien Caster.” Angel said as the two of them shook hands. “We will talk after processing.” Darrien said calmly. “Oh, alright then... Should I be scared?” He asked Angel after a pause. “Terrified.” She replied flatly without a beat before waving over Jessica. “And this is Mr. Conner’s Secretary, Jessica Bridge. She’ll be the one helping you through processing.” Angel introduced noticing soon after how much he was staring. “Wow, you’re gorgeous!” Jericho blurted out loud before realizing his mistake. “Uh, sorry I didn’t mean that I mean I did bu-but-” Jericho started saying before Mr. Conner pulled him along out of the room with an amused and giggling Jessica behind them.

“So.. weird, huh?” Darrien asked after they were gone. “Yeah it was like kissing my brother or something, kinda gross. Like it wasn’t bad or anything, just not between the two of us.” Angel explained with a small laugh. “Right right, I almost thought I’d need to go in for a split second there.” he replied. “Oh I wouldn’t doubt it, but it was all good.” She replied as they headed out of the room and towards their office. “Yeah, good job. And you have another friend here now, so double points.”Darrien replied simply “Yeah so cool, wonder where he’ll end up. Angel comments as Darrien smirks to himself. "I have a few ideas..."

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[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 06x16 And Then There Were None

“Oh hey” “JESUS” “Is this Lilith or something?” She just said her name is Eve

“What is she going to do?” “That’s what I thought. Suck his brain through his ear hole” “Wait. What” 🎶Gonna murder my wife🎶

“Crunchy. Like a kettle chip” “So we say vamps, but we can’t shorten werewolves” “that was a very straight line” “Obviously sarcasm. But he’s like 10 miles off the road” “I know it’s a visual aid, but at least try because you need a new map now” “Fkn Dell monitors man” “Yuck” “So what is that? A wraith? There’s a whole bunch of stuff that gets caught on camera like that right?” “The cannery” then grabbed my cans

Hi Rufus

“What was Bobby’s name originally? It’s gotta line up” “Otherwise it’s easy to catch them” “Ok So it is the same. Good” “With no face shield or mask?” “Not to mention the other diseases these people might have had” “BOTULISM” “Just fun to say” “What does he have for snacks? HE’s always eating something” “Going to use the elevator after a ghost thing? Doesn’t seem smart. I’d take the stairs” “What did he do? I don’t remember” I don’t remember either

“Smart ass” “She’s playing him somehow” “Nevermind” “Dean got his ass possessed or something?” “Family” “Just a fkn mouse dude. Chill out” “Is he calling the D?” “Who’s going to steal the sack of guns?” “I mean they’re all hunters. They’ve got a 2nd gun somewhere” “Somebody really likes polka” “those are some really clean shoes” “Figured the soles would be more worn down than that for all the walking they do” “Omaha” “What if it gets out of his head into yours?” “Does Dean have a name for his little pretty pearl gun?” “I don’t think I would’ve bought the gun, but it’s my favorite gun in the show” “1911” “where did he shoot him?” “In the head?” “Well I mean just because he’s dead doesn’t mean he killed the worm thing” “Just killed your own grandpa man. Jesus Christ” “And they left him handcuffed?” “Again without the face shield or apron or nothing” “Wouldn’t you want your grinder to be double-insulated so that way when you hit something electrical, it doesn’t hurt you?” “Almost looks like an old immersion blender that they put a saw blade on” “This whole time we didn’t look at his skull or ear” “Is that where they got Dean’s death idea from? Except that’s a more badass way to go” “Except they don’t know where the worm went” “Don’t they all volunteer to shock themselves?” “You’re a fkn idiot” “That’s not how that works but ok. Not to mention there’s no circuit breaker or fuse” “Are those wires twisted together? That’s now how it works?” “How did I not notice this before?” “You wouldn’t be able to pull your hand away from that, Sam” “That wasn’t super quick” “We’re down 3 now” “Depends on if Rufus dies” “Really? We gotta be all dramatic? Just electrocute him” “See all those wires twisted together? That’s not how it works” “What joker put this together?” “Fire the prop guy or something” “I feel like it would have been better without the voice modulator” “I can’t get over this twisted wire” “What about the butthole?” “I definitely wouldn’t go through the neck” “Maybe step on the worm?” “Rufus?” “Alright then”