#on my hands and knees .fav characters of all time it hurts me

[feymarche]

cant stop thinking about the fact that grant wilson has published exactly one book and its called 'how to be a good teenage boy' and the only things we know that are written in it are 'be proud of how you look and what you are wearing and who you are. and “you don't always have to be brave.' .aghghghhg

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

A TRAGEDY THAT'S BUILT ON DESTINY!

I WOULD CHANGE MOST EVERY SINGLE THING. I WOULD LET YOU KISS ME, KILL ME!

synopsis// multiple different universes, but one thing remains the same: geto loves you in each and every one of them.

pairing// suguru geto x gn!reader

word count// 5.8k

contents// different universes, angst, satisfying angst?, hurt/no comfort but also hurt/comfort at the same time, ooc geto?, character death tehe

notes// inspired by everything everywhere all at once and the song kiss me kill me by mest :3 i wrote this SOOOO long ago but u have no idea how much i adore this oneshot. like i think it might be my fav oneshot ive ever written. it is everything to me!! and i did not do the idea justice but u get the point!!

December 24th 

You assume the fight is over because neither you nor Shoko have gotten any more wounded victims. The two of you glance at each other briefly but don’t bother saying anything. What could be said about a full-blown borderline war schemed by your high school best friend and lover? Nothing could possibly be said, so nothing is. The two of you stand there waiting for anything to happen, whether that’s getting called back to Jujutsu High or being brought another victim, and eventually something does happen, and Shoko gets a call. You can’t read her expression for the whole 20 seconds she’s on the phone before she passes it to you. You furrow your eyebrows in question.

“It’s Gojo,” she says blankly before attempting to hand you the phone again.

You hesitate to answer. “Hello?”

“You should get down here,” he says blankly over the phone.

“What? Why? Is everything okay?”

“Um, yeah, just—you know those back alleys by the school?”

“Uh huh?”

“Meet me there.”

“Gojo, you’re kinda scaring me-“

“Y/N, just come; you’ll thank me—I hope.”

You frown and begrudgingly agree, “Okay, fine, yeah, whatever, I'm on my way.”

“Make it quick, alright? I'm serious,” he adds quickly before hanging up.

As you give Shoko her phone back, you roll your eyes at the fact that he didn't even give you a chance to say okay before hanging up.

“What was that about?” she wonders, slipping her phone back into her pocket.

You sigh. “No idea, but he wants me to go meet up with him for some reason.”

Shoko hums curiously. “You should get going then; must be urgent.”

You nod, “Yeah.”

☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。

It doesn't take you long to get to the school given how fast you were walking since Gojo told you to hurry it up, the tense anticipation aiding in your speed. It does, however, take you a few moments to find Gojo, but once you do, you find that he's not looking at you, but he’s speaking, and it's not to you either; it's to something—or rather someone—he's blocking with his body.

“Gojo?” you ask once you finally reach him.

Gojo turns to face you, a sorrowful smile on his face, before stepping out of the way to reveal who he was speaking to and the whole reason why he called you here in the first place.

When you see Getou on the ground, your heart sinks into your stomach, and your blood runs cold. You look back at Gojo, who merely shrugs.

“You should say your goodbyes; I already did,” Gojo whispers before leaving you and Getou alone.

Getou lets out a hushed laugh. “That’s a little melodramatic of him, don’t you think?”

The hammering of your heart roaring in your ears makes it difficult to hear what he says. You stand there frozen in what you can only describe as horror as you stare down at Getou, who's missing an arm and is only growing more pale by the second from blood loss.

“Do you plan on ignoring me?” he asks softly, as though he’d understand if that really was your plan.

You blink a few times and shake your head, your tears blurring your vision. “I dont-“ 

Getou hums appreciatively and smiles up at you, which makes you completely break down, a sob racking through your body so violently that the only thing you can do is collapse to your knees. Getou winces as he tries to sit up straighter, as if he’s going to catch you or crawl over to you. You sniffle, your sobbing uncontrollable, as you crawl to him, and once there, you let your head fall upon his blood-stained chest. Getou immediately places his only remaining hand on the back of your head, as if holding it to his chest, and gently pats your head.

“Are you an idiot?” you snap.

“Might be.” 

You sob even harder into his chest. “Why would you do this?”

Your question makes his heart race. “I wanted something better for Jujutsu society.”

You shake your head at him disapprovingly. “Why’d you have to go about it this way?”

“I don’t know Y/N," he sighs. "Does it make a difference?”

You scoff, raising your head to glare at him. “Of course it does, you idiot! You left! and had a hit placed on you! Why couldn’t you have just stayed?” You sob, letting your head fall back onto his chest. “Why couldn’t you have wanted me as much as you wanted this? Why couldn’t... Why couldn’t you have wanted me as much as I wanted you?”

“Y/N,” he coos regretfully, as if he doesn’t know what to say, which he doesn’t. He did want you, and he’d even go as far as saying he wanted a better jujutsu society for you so you wouldn’t have to live your days slaving away for the non-sorcerers. “Y/N, look at me.”

You shake your head and screw your eyes shut, not wanting to look at him. You don’t want to see your first and only love withering away right in front of you.

“Y/N, please look at me.”

“I-I can't."

“Y/N, open your eyes.”

The demandingness dripping from his voice has your head shooting up to look at him and your eyes opening wide, but as you open them, you’re not met with an actively dying Getou; you're met with a sunny and flower-filled meadow? You move to wipe your tears, but your face is dry. You blink a few times, trying to take in your new surroundings, given that a moment ago you were just in a dark alley and now you're sitting on a blanket in a field under a glowing sun.

“Y/N?” Someone speaks from beside you.

Your attention is drawn to the person. “Getou?” 

He smiles at you.

“Getou, where are we?” you ask, now starting to slightly panic.

He looks at you in confusion. “We’re on our date?”

Your chest heaves up and down, and you're more confused than ever. “Huh? But- We-“ 

“We what?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

“We were just behind Jujutsu High; you were missing your arm, and-"

Getou scoots in closer to you and cradles your face in his hands. The feeling of a warm, full-of-life Getou touching you brings tears to your eyes all over again.

“Woah, woah, love, calm down. What are you talking about? Jujutsu High? Me missing an arm?”

“You don’t remember?” You croak out, distraught, and slightly convinced that you’re going crazy.

“Remember what, love?” he asks softly.

You stare at him in disbelief. “The fight—you wanted a better jujutsu society, and you tried? You lost your arm! You were dying; I saw you! I was there with you! You were covered in blood and-“ 

Getou gently wipes your tears away. “Love, that didn’t happen. I’m here, yeah? and I have both my arms, and there was no fight for Jujutsu society? Whatever that means..."

You blink at him, dumbfounded. “What?” 

“It was probably just a bad dream, Y/N.” He smiles at you reassuringly.

“You don’t know about jujutsu society?”

“Am I supposed to?”

You stare at him in awe. What’s happening? How could he not know about jujutsu society when it was the very thing he was fighting for? But then again, how could he not be missing an arm? And how could the two of you not be in a dark alleyway right now? How could any of this be happening? Maybe he’s right; maybe it really was a bad dream. A very vivid, detailed, lucid, and lifelike bad dream.

“I guess not,” you respond with a frown.

Getou wipes away your last few tears and smiles at you. “You’re okay; I’m okay. We’re okay. It was just a bad dream, love.”

“Yeah,” you say haltingly, "yeah, I guess it was..."

“Are you okay now?”

You nod as you take one of his hands off your face and into your own. “Yeah, I think so... Um, where are we, Getou?”

“On our weekly date?” He answers curiously as he removes his other hand from your face.

You look around at your surroundings curiously. “In the middle of a forest?”

“This is your favorite place, Y/N,” he says, quizically.

As you take another glance around, you hum, not necessarily agreeing or disagreeing. “I can see why; it’s beautiful here.”

He raises his free hand and grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Y/N, are you okay? How come you don't remember?”

You look into his eyes, and something doesn't feel right—as if you're not meant to be here—but you digress and shrug anyway. “I don't know...”

He frowns briefly before leaning in and giving you a quick peck on the lips, and you practically melt, having not felt his lips on yours for far too long.

“That's alright. We can still make the most of the rest of our day, right?”

You nod, and he smiles at your response, letting go of your face and hand to open his arms to you, inviting you into his embrace. You return the smile before laying yourself in his arms, trying to ignore the rising feeling that something is wrong, but you can't because the minute your head touches his chest, you're thrown into a moment, a memory, a dream? where you're back in the alley with your head on a bleeding-out Getou, and it's just for a split second, a flash in time, but it's enough to make you go stiff and your breath hitch.

Getou rubs his hand down your back soothingly. “Hey, what's wrong?”

You swallow harshly and try to concentrate on the green scenery in front of you rather than whatever you keep seeing. “Nothing, I'm fine. It's fine.”

Getou places his head on top of yours. “Are you sure?”

You nod. “I am.”

He hums disapprovingly but doesn't press the issue any further; instead, he just runs his hand up and down your spine in an attempt to calm you down, which works as you begin to relax into his embrace and regain control of your breathing.

“What do we usually do here?” you ask, breaking the silence.

He shrugs. “Usually just talk about our days, our future plans, and stuff like that.”

You hum. “Is it nice?”

“Very nice; I like spending our days together.”

“I do too,” you correct yourself, “or I'm sure I did too.”

Getou doesn't say anything; instead, he lays himself down and, since he's holding you, takes you with him. You sigh contentedly and let your eyes flutter close, the sun and his hold keeping you warm. Suddenly, even with your eyes closed, you can tell it's getting brighter outside, and you groan. You’re about to ask what's up with the sun when a shooting pain in your head causes you to wince. Your heartbeat rings in your ears, and you can feel your hands grow clammy.

You feel unstable, as if you're no longer on the ground being held, as if you're floating through time and space, and the uncertainty forces your eyes open, but you're not met with anything—no, that's not right, you're met with everything, glimpses of time that you can barely make out. One moment you see Getou at an alter, and then you see you and Getou nodding to each other in determination, and the next glimpse is of you, Getou, Gojo, and Shoko laughing about something before you’re hit with another shooting pain in your head. Screwing your eyes shut, you hiss in pain, and all too suddenly, you're back on stable ground, no longer floating, and the brightness you could see through closed eyes a moment ago is gone.

You still hesitate to open your eyes, unsure of what you'll see, but when you can just barely make out that you're not where you were before, your eyes shoot open. You're now standing in the doorway of what appears to be the room of two teen girls, and Getou is sitting at a vanity staring at you; his hair and make-up are done, and he's frowning. Despite your confusion about where you are, you can't help but burst out into a fit of laughter.

He sighs and rolls his eyes. “Oh haha, yeah, keep laughing.”

You slap your hand over your mouth in an attempt to stifle your laughter. “What happened?”

He crosses his arms over his chest and looks away, mumbling, “Our daughters thought I would make a very good model, apparently.”

You go to laugh again, but it hits you, and you look at him like he's crazy. “Sorry, daughters?”

He returns the look. “Yes? Our kids?”

You look away, muttering to yourself, “We have kids...”

You didn't mean for him to hear it, but he does anyway and instantly stands up and makes his way toward you. He grabs your shoulders, drawing your attention to him, and when you look at him, he's staring back at you in concern.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You want to take him seriously, but truthfully, you can't when he’s wearing bright pink lipstick and bright pink eyeshadow. He does look cute, though. You try to bite back a smile.

“I'm sorry, but I can't take you seriously when you look like that.”

Getou sighs. “I know I look amazing. Can you try to ignore my beauty for like five seconds and tell me why you’re acting like you don't remember our kids?”

You frown. What are you supposed to tell him? That you're apparently having nightmares upon nightmares about different lives with him? And now you're not sure what's real and what's not? You can't say that, so instead you shrug and merely mutter, “You do look amazing like that, though.”

His head drops to the side at the same moment that his smile fades. “Y/N.”

“I don't know.”

“You don't know?”

“Some really weird shit is going on, Getou,” you breathe out heavily.

He doesn’t say anything, instead grabbing your hand and leading you to one of your apparent kids' beds, where he sits you down.

“What’s going on?”

“I don't know, and you wouldn't know either so,” you explain vaguely in frustration.

He gives your hand a squeeze. “Maybe I would?”

You shake your head. “I don’t wanna waste time on that; I don't know how long I have here.”

“What?” he asks blankly. “What do you mean you ‘don't know how long you have here’?”

“Getou,” you whine, not wanting to think or talk about it because you wouldn't even know where to start; all you want is to learn about this new nightmare and what it holds.

He relents. “Okay, I won't ask.”

You smile at him and let a moment of silence pass before asking, “What are they like?”

“Huh?”

“Our kids—daughters.”

Getou hums. “They’re great; we raised them well.”

“They are especially great at making you a model, huh?” you snicker. 

He laughs and rolls his eyes. “Oh whatever, you're just jealous they never make you model.”

You shrug. “What are their names?”

“Well, we were gonna keep the names they had when we adopted them, but they ended up not having any names at all, so we settled on Nanako and Mimiko.”

You stare at him in awe. “Did you pick the names out?”

“We both did,” he recalls fondly and vividly, as if it were just yesterday that the two of you were picking out names.

“And we are...?”

He kisses your cheek before answering, “Married—we’re married.”

You hum and raise your left hand, your gaze fixed on your ring finger. “I don't see a ring?”

He hums curiously. “You were wearing it this morning? Maybe you dropped it somewhere?”

You nod. “Yeah.. Maybe..”

Getou doesn’t say anything; he doesn’t know what to say. What could he? His partner of multiple years suddenly has some form of amnesia and can't remember that they have kids, let alone that they’re married to him. You turn to face Getou. He looks like Getou—like the Getou you know, who apparently was merely a nightmare. Besides all the makeup and stuff, he looks like Getou. He says he’s Getou, but something just feels off.

“Are you real?”

He nods. “Very real.”

You look around the room, taking in the messy vanities, the messy beds, and the drawers stuffed with clothes. “Are our kids real?”

“Extremely real.”

You study his face for any hint of uncertainty, and when you find none, you ask, “Am I real?”

He narrows his eyes at you and hums curiously. letting go of your hand only to bring both hands up to your face and start smooshing your face together, pushing and pulling at the flesh on your cheeks.

“Getou,” you mumble.

He hums approvingly and nods, letting his hands fall back to his sides. “Yep, you’re real.”

You smile at his idiotic antics but appreciate them nonetheless. And although you can touch him and feel him, and he is real, as are you and your kids, it still doesn't seem real. And then, all too suddenly, your head starts throbbing again.

“Fuck no, not again,“ you panic.

“Y/N? whats wrong-“

You can't hear what he’s saying anymore; it's like you've gone underwater and he's speaking to you from the surface. Another shooting pain in your head has your eyes screwing shut, and you know you're fucked when all you can hear is your heartbeat ringing in your ears and feel your hands grow clammy all over again. You’re back to feeling unstable, drifting between time and space once more, and just like last time, the uncertainty of the feeling forces your eyes open, and you're faced with everything again—more glimpses in time that you can barely make out.

One moment you think you see yourself back at the beginning on Getou’s cold chest, and then you see yourself and Getou covered in blood, and you're not sure if it's yours or someone else's, and the next glimpse you see is of Getou on your cold chest, like your roles had been reversed, before you’re hit with another shooting pain in your head. Screwing your eyes shut, you wince in pain, and finally you're back on solid ground again, no longer floating, and the brightness you could see through closed eyes a moment ago is gone. This time you don't hesitate to open your eyes, and you find yourself in a cemetery.

You look around curiously, trying to assess your surroundings while simultaneously trying to recover from whatever just happened. But you're starting to realize something now. All of this is real. You laying on Getou’s chest was real; having a picnic with a perfectly fine Getou in a world where curses apparently don't exist was real; having kids and marrying Getou was real; and all of those little bits of time in between each new life were real. All of it was real—is real; all of it happened—is happening; it just didn't happen to you specifically. Not this version of you, at least. You’ve realized that you’re experiencing different universes and living alternate lives of your own. You didn’t think alternate universes existed, but it's not too hard to accept when the world you live in—the world you belong to—is riddled with curses and sorcerers. You are not above believing in alternate dimensions.

Finally over your sudden epiphany, you're able to realize that you weren't immediately met with Getou like you had been the past two times you got transported into another dimension. As you put the pieces together, a grave feeling washes over you—no Getou, and you’re in a cemetery. You swallow harshly.

No, no, no.

You start running around the cemetery, inspecting each and every headstone, and praying to the universe(s) that you aren't about to find one that reads his name.

No, no, no.

You keep running, the cemetery seemingly interminable, until you run up behind someone who looks suspiciously a lot like Getou, and when you hear him murmur under his breath, you sigh heavily in relief that it is him, but why is he here? You tilt your head and try to look around him to read the gravestone.

“What the fuck?” you exclaim, stunned.

Getou spins around faster than you can even blink, and he almost chokes on his spit. “Y/N?” His chest heaves up and down as he shifts his gaze between you and the gravestone. “But-but-how-you’re-“

“Dead apparently,” you say, finishing his sentence as you stare at the gravestone that reads, "HERE LIES L/N Y/N."

He stares at you, completely bewildered, and you can see him trembling. “How—how are you here?”

Will something bad happen if you tell him this isn't your universe and there are actually multiple universes out there? Who knows, but you’re about to find out.

“I'm not, well, I'm not supposed to be.”

He shakes his head and closes his eyes. “I'm just hallucinating; you’re not real.”

His reply breaks your heart. “I am real.”

“You’re not.”

You step forward, taking his hand in yours. “I am.”

He finally opens his eyes back up, and he stares at you through tears, completely amazed that you're here, that you're actually touching him, and that you're actually alive and real.

“I don't—I dont understand—you're dead!” He stammers, yanking his hand from yours, and as he breaks out into full-on sobs at this point, he’s reminding you an awful lot of yourself in your own world.

You nod slowly. “In this universe, it seems so... how?”

“What?” he stutters. “This universe?”

You ignore his question. “How did I die, Getou?”

He shakes his head sternly. “No, I'm not saying anything until you explain what you meant. What if you’re a curse? What if I cursed you, holy fuck? Fuck!”

“Okay, curses still exist in this universe; good to know,” you acknowledge with a nod.

Getou snaps, “What are you talking about!?”

You flinch, which only makes him sob harder.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap—I'm just so fucking confused; you're supposed to be dead,” he bawls as he falls to his knees.

You take another step closer and kneel down, drawing him into your embrace and letting him sob into your chest for as long as he needs, ignoring the horrible feeling of deja vu crawling all over you like worms.

“Shh, you're okay,” you whisper, soothingly brushing your fingers through his hair.

He finally starts to calm down after a few more minutes of whispering sweet nothings to him, and once he’s no longer sobbing, he pulls away.

“Answer my question, and I'll answer yours,” he says through sniffles.

You nod. 

“What were you talking about, universes? How are you here, Y/N? You’re dead—or you’re supposed to be...”

“Do you believe in alternate or multiple universes?”

He shrugs and wipes away any remaining tears. “I don't know; I never really thought about it.”

You hum and nod. “Right, so, uh, they exist! There are a lot of universes out there, actually." You let out an uneasy laugh.

He stares at you curiously.

“Obviously, I'm not from this universe.”

He continues staring at you.

“Oh, cmon, curses exist, but you draw the line at alternate dimensions?”

Getou frowns and says, “I guess you’re right... So you’re from a ‘different dimension’?”

You point a finger at him, narrowing your eyes. “Don't air-quote me like you don't believe me; how else would I be here right now if I were supposedly dead?”

“I don't know; that's what I'm trying to figure out!” he exclaims, gesticulating wildly.

“Can you just humor me and hear me out?”

He takes a deep breath before ultimately agreeing, “Okay, fine.”

You clasp your hands together. “Okay, um, in my universe, you’re dead.”

“What?!”

You shake your hands and your head. “Ok, no wait! You’re not dead yet, but, uh, you were like on the verge of death when I got put into another universe.”

He looks at you in disbelief. “And you just left me?!”

“It wasn't on purpose! Why would I want to leave you when you’re dying? I don't know how I ended up here! or in the last two other universes!”

He stops you and asks, "Okay, okay, wait—how am I dying?”

You look away awkwardly. “You wanted to change jujutsu society in… a not-so-friendly way... And, um, you were willing to die for your cause.”

“I'm dying the same way you did?”

You return your attention to him. “What?”

Getou nods. “Yeah.”

You shake your head. “What do you mean you're dying the same way I did?”

“In this universe, you’re the one who wanted to change jujutsu society in a... not-so-friendly way,” he explains sheepishly.

“Holy shit,” you mutter to yourself.

He nods again. “So, in yours, our roles are reversed.”

“And I'm dead already? I didn't even last as long as you?”

“Well, yeah, I guess," he shrugs, "but it worked; there hasn't been a curse, at least not a special-grade one, since you died." His eyes gleam as he looks up at you. “Did I succeed?”

You bite the inside of your cheek anxiously and shake your head.

“I'm dying for nothing, then?”

You look away and mumble, “My Getou is okay with it; he knew he might fail—he knew Gojo was the only one who could probably change anything—but he still wanted to try.”

“Okay, well, this—” he gestures to himself, “Getou isn't okay with it.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, well, you’re also still alive, so it doesn't really affect you that much, now does it?”

“Still! You just told me one version of myself is dead—or dying—and I'm supposed to be chill with that?”

You stare at him blankly. “Your version of me is dead.”

Getou grows quiet, and you can almost physically see how his demeanor wilts away.

“Sorry.”

“It's fine,” he says, shaking his head. “You said you were in two other universes before this one, right?”

You nod. 

“What were they like?”

You smile as you think back on the previous universes: “We were both alive and happy, and we were together in them.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah... and curses didn't exist either.”

“Huh,” he says ambivalently, like he's not sure whether to be happy for his other selves or be bitter that that isn't him. “Tell me more?”

“In the first one, we were actually on a date in some forest that I apparently loved.”

He stares at you wide-eyed, completely engrossed in your retellings.

“In the second one, we were married.”

A smile tugs at his lips. “Really?”

You nod. “We even adopted two daughters.”

“What were they like?” he wonders, enamored by some alternate universe of you two.

“I'm not sure; I didn't get to meet them,” you confess meekly. “But I know their names were Nanako and Mimiko, and they loved doing your hair and makeup. You adored them, and I'm sure I adored them too.”

He nods wistfully. “In your universe, were... were we together?”

“For a bit.” You look away sadly. “We broke up when you, uh, went off and wanted to-“

“Change jujutsu society,” he chimes in.

“Yeah... How'd you-“

“Same thing here, just roles reversed, remember?” He laughs sadly.

You nod. “Did you still love me? even after I'd gone off and did what I did?”

“I did. I do,” he quickly corrects himself. “Did you?”

“I still do.”

The two of you sit looking away from each other in glum silence. It's hard to stay upbeat about your happy alternate selves when your actual selves are currently dying or dead.

“Kinda feels like we got the short end of the stick, don't you think?” Getou mumbles softly.

“Huh?”

“Well, I mean, there are no curses in those universes, and we’re both alive and happy, but in ours we’re dead?” he elaborates.  

You nod reluctantly. “Well yeah, but I don't know; I guess it's kinda nice to know that it worked out in at least one universe.”

“Don't you wish it worked out in ours?”

“Of course I do, Getou; what kind of question is that?" you scoff. "You think I want to go back to my universe just to watch you die?”

“Well,” Getou pauses, turning to face you, “what if you don't go back?”

Your gaze zeroes in on his. “What?”

“What if you stay?…”

You abruptly stand up and chuckle uncomfortably. “Getou-“ your sentence is cut short by an echo of your name that only you seem to hear because you're the only one gazing in the general direction it seemed like it came from.

Getou joins you on your feet and follows your stare, but when he realizes you aren't staring at anything, he returns his sight to you.

“Think about it.”

His voice snaps you out of your trance, and you look back at him with a small frown.

“I'm practically dead in your universe, and you're dead in mine, but we’re together right now!" he says, taking your hand in his. "Maybe the universe put you into mine for a reason— so we don't have to go back to one where we’re not together…”

You struggle to swallow; your mouth suddenly goes dry as Getou stares at you in full, unadulterated hope, and you can't bring yourself to say anything to crush that.

“Y/N, wouldn't that be nice?”

You nod and murmur, “It would.”

“Then?” he asks expectantly.

Someone calling out your name echoes in your head again, and you quickly look down the street to now see a small, bright light in the distance, and you know your time here is soon coming to an end.

“I... I can't stay, Getou.”

His voice cracks as he panickedly asks, “Why?”

"Because,” you explain with a shake of your head, “I'm not your Y/N, and you're not my Getou.”

“I could be,” he says confidently, or he would have if it weren't for the way his voice trembled.

Your vision goes blurry from the tears welling up in your eyes as you shake your head.

“We could try!”

You sniffle and reiterate, “I can't stay.”

“Please,” he begs through his sobs. “Please, we can make it work.”

You look away from him, trying to fight back your tears, but it's futile; you’re a complete mess, just like he is now. “No.”

His hands shake as he grips your face and forces you to look at him. “Y/N, please, I'm begging you.”

“I cant.”

“Don't leave me again.”

The same voice calling out your name echoes in your head again, this time louder, and the bright light is getting bigger and closer.

“I don't want to go back to a universe where you’re just gonna leave me either, but,” you sob, weakly clinging onto the wrists of his hands that are still on your face.

“So stay.”

You shake your head and take his hands off your face. “I won't.”

Getou’s head goes limp and drops as sobs shake his entire body, and you can't help but think that's exactly how you'll look when you return to your universe and have to deal with the death of your Getou.

“Please,” he pleads.

You're both in tears as you lift his head up by his chin to look at you. The voice calling your name echoes even louder, and the bright light is getting closer by the second.

“You’re not my Getou, and I'm not your Y/N.”

He nods reluctantly. “I know, but...“

The bright light is only a few feet away at this point, and the voice echoing in your head is so loud that it's giving you a migraine—you know this is your last few minutes, if that, in this universe, so you lean in and take Getou’s lips into yours—a goodbye kiss for a Getou who you'll never see again, a goodbye kiss for a Getou who desperately needs one when he never got one from his y/n. You pull away and cradle his cheek gently.

“I have to go say goodbye to my Getou now; I think he’s waiting for me.”

He nods. “If he’s anything like me, he’ll want a goodbye kiss too.”

A faint smile tugs at your lips. “I know.”

Getou doesn't get the chance to respond when you're suddenly gone—completely vanished right before his eyes.

You, on the other hand, are back again, feeling unstable as you float through time and space, and again, the uncertainity of the feeling forces your eyes open, but this time you're met with only one thing—the image of you on your Getou’s chest. With every passing second, it grows closer, as does his voice calling out for you, and before you know it, you're back in your body, looking up at him with a gasp.

“Y/N?” he asks weakly.

You're still in tears from the previous universe as you now pull him into your embrace.

He winces, and you quickly let go of him. “Sorry.”

He smiles at you with blood in his mouth and teeth. “It's okay.”

You have to force yourself to look away to try and choke back a sob, but Getou notices immediately and slowly lifts up his remaining hand to cradle your cheek.

“It’s okay, Y/N.”

You nod. “I know.”

“You’ll be okay.”

“I know,” you croak out.

“Kiss me?” He asks out of breath, knowing he doesn't have much longer.

You don't hesitate to lean in and kiss him, ignoring how it tastes like blood and tears as well as how cold his lips feel. You ignore it because he's kissing you back. He’s kissing you with all the power his frail body can muster, and it makes up for all the years, months, weeks, days, minutes, and seconds that your lips haven’t touched. But just as quickly as he kisses you, he stops, but it's gradual; he gradually stops kissing, moving, and breathing. It doesn't take long for it to get to that point, and even when he's not kissing back, you still kiss him with some fairy-tale hope that it will bring him back, that your kiss will somehow save him, like he's Snow White and you're Prince Charming. But it doesn't.

It doesnt.

You pull away to look at Getou, whose eyes are glazed over but not closed. You sob as you reach up to close his eyes, only to let your head fall against his chest. He’s so cold. Too cold. That's why you have to stay there on top of him to keep him warm. You'll stay there all night if you have to. But you don't even get the chance to stay there for longer than a few minutes when someone suddenly pulls you off of him, and you look over your shoulder to see Gojo, who's crying as well.

“He’s gone, Y/N.”

"I know," you sniffle, “I know.”

Gojo helps you up to your feet, his hand on your waist to keep you steady as he leads you away from Getou’s body. The further you get from it, the harder you cry.

But it's okay. It’ll be okay because, even though you lost Getou in this universe, you’ll eventually be able to come to peace with it knowing that in a hundred, a thousand, and even a million other universes, you and Getou are living happily ever after.

©TODAYISAWTHEWHXLEWXRLD

[cozage]

Aaaaa, Cozage, I'm thrilled with your post about "Panic Attacks"! I fucking love it when people take care of me or show attention to me, so for me it's just wonderful. But at the same time, I like to help people myself. So, if it's not too much trouble, could you write about how the reader calms Sanji, Zoro, Ace and Lo when they have a panic attack? We can say: the opposite of what was written earlier) Have a nice day ❤

Sorry for my English, it's not my native language 😔

Friend!!! This was such a fabulous idea!! Our boys deserve love :)  And I must say, your profile pic?!?! DELIGHTFUL! I’m such a big fan of Chuuya :) he’s one of my favs in BSD <3

Characters: gn reader x Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Law CW: panic attack descriptions, Marineford Spoilers Wordcount:1.4k

Helping Them Through Panic Attacks

Sanji

Sanji is a big scent guy, so certain smells trigger him. Iron and rust are the big ones, but sometimes the salty breeze blows just the right way and reminds him of when he almost starved to death on that rock. Sometimes he just disassociates, sometimes he goes into a full blown panic attack.

Sanji needs to be grounded during panic attacks or dissociative episodes. Talking doesn’t do much for him, he needs to feel people next to him to be brought back to the moment. 

When you're in public and you feel him slipping away, you grab his hand and interlace his fingers with your own. Occasionally he needs a little squeeze of reassurance to bring him back. 

Sometimes you’ll put your hand on his knee or his arm. You try not to do anything surprising, just little gentle touches to remind him where he is, and that you’re close by. 

When he gets a panic attack, you’ve found the best thing to do is get as close to him as possible. Just as a scent triggered him, your scent brings him back to the present. 

Sometimes you have to cup his face in your hands and force his eyes to look at you. You’re one of the few people who can do this when he's in such a panicked state. If other people try, he usually fights back. Even Nami and Robin can’t help him.  

His eyes are so full of fear, but you only show him your adoration and love in return. That’s all you want him to see in those moments.

As he calms down, he likes to rest his head against your chest and listen to your heart beat as you stroke his hair. Most of the time he falls asleep, and you always let him lay there as long as he needs.

Zoro

There’s nothing particular that really sets him off. Sometimes it’s a smell from his past, sometimes it's this weird deja vu that he can’t place. Sometimes he’s just thinking about how to be better and he starts to spiral. There’s not really any specific thing, it’s usually a lot of little things. 

Zoro is a prideful bastard. He doesn’t like people knowing that he’s suffering. So it took you a few episodes to realize what was happening with him.

When you see him starting to panic, you’ll ask him to follow you to a private, quiet room. At first he was skeptical of your methods, but after a few times, he started seeking you out and letting you lead you to a room to help.

You try not to touch him much or talk to him during it, but the two of you have created a pretty good method over a few trials and errors. You place your hand on his chest, and he places his hand on your chest. He feels your heart beat, feels your chest fall and rise, and he focuses on those movements. He shuts off his brain and brings his attention to matching your rhythm.

When he finally matches your heart rate and breathing pattern, he mutters out a quiet “thanks” and returns to whatever he was doing. The first time it hurt your feelings, but Zoro doesn’t like to mull over the fact he needs help. 

After a few hours (usually that night, when you are in bed), you’ll ask him if he’s okay or wants to talk. Most of the time he says he’s fine, but sometimes he’ll talk about what was bothering him. But every time he’ll pull you in closer to him and thank you with a little kiss on the forehead. 

Luffy

Blood had never bothered Luffy before, so he didn’t understand why his ears started to ring whenever he saw it after Marineford. He didn’t understand why holes in things like  trees or concrete structures bothered him so much now. He didn’t understand why he wanted to vomit when he saw an orange hat or a large back tattoo. 

Most of the time, you’re able to, quite literally, snap him out of it. Snapping your fingers in front of his face is usually enough to have him step back from the edge of a panic attack, but you also go a bit further by redirecting him to focus on something else. Food, some cool attraction on an island, or a game you know he likes to play.

If you don’t get him in those first few moments, though, his chest becomes tight and he feels like he can’t get enough air into his lungs. He wants to scream out, but his voice is gone too. So he’s left clutching his chest and gasping for air. He doesn’t have enough energy to find you at this point, so he lays into a ball and curls up into a ball and waits for someone to find him.

When you find him or another crewmember directs you to him, you keep your voice low and calm, as if you were talking to an injured animal. You always start the same way: “Luffy, it’s okay. You’re safe.”

You pull his head into your lap and you’ll run your finger through his hair to brush it out, and then start braiding little pieces. 

You tell him stories of your life in a soft, even voice. If you can’t think of stories, you make them up. You ignore the tears falling from his eyes and the soft sobs that escape his lips. 

Eventually, he falls asleep. But you don’t move. You keep twirling his hair in your fingers, waiting for him to wake up. After a very short nap, he wakes up a new person. He gives you a big kiss and bounds off, his energetic self returning like nothing ever happened.

Law

You didn’t understand why Shachi’s prank made Law so scared. It was just a harmless joke. Shachi had spent hours taping up hundreds of pieces of string all across the common room so people would have to jump over, duck under, and crawl around to get through it all. But when Law had turned the corner and saw you all sitting in the mess of string, you only saw one emotion in his eyes: Fear. 

After that you started to notice it more. Whenever he walked into spider webs unexpectedly, or saw those fun feathery boa necklaces at festivals, or heard the sound of a gunshot, panic set into his eyes. 

“Everything okay?” you’d ask every time, but he’d always give you one quick nod in response. You started taking that as your cue to intervene. 

Law hates making a big deal about things. So when you’re in public, you subtly grab his hand. It’s one of the few times he doesn’t mind PDA, and he grips your hand so tight you have to clench your teeth. But you never complain. 

When you can finally get away from others, you’ll take him somewhere quiet and sit on the ground with him. You keep holding his hand, and use your free hand to trace over his tattooed fingers. 

You always ask him questions about his crew, trying to redirect his brain. “What do you think Bepo is doing right now?” “How did you meet Shachi?” “Remember last week when Penguin and Ikkaku almost caught the kitchen on fire?” He doesn’t usually respond, but you always say what you think the answer is. You’re not sure if it helps, but after a while his grip starts to loosen on your hand.

Law is a silent sufferer. He doesn’t have many indications when his panic attacks start, or when they end. So you sit with him, answering your own questions until he finally takes a deep breath and says “Okay, I’m ready to go back.” He keeps holding your hand though, for as long as he can.

[rowaelinsdaughter]

can i request a fic with fenrys where reader is super protective of him, especially after they’re freshly mated bc faes are protective and territorial. Imagine some general in doranelle says something about him being enslaved to maeves bedroom, fenrys gets sad snd disgusted with himself and reader literally jumps on the general and almost kills him bc she’s so protective and hates seeing fen in any kind of pain

author note: omg, I LOVED THIS!!!! fenrys is one of my fav tog characters and i love him. thank u so much for requesting this <33, i've changed a few things, and I hope it doesn't matter

𝕴 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖉 ( 𝕱𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖞𝖘 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

WARNINGS: PTSD, d@ggers, blood, angst and fluff, SPOILERS THRONE OF GLASS

You met Fenrys in Skull Bay.

Being the only two female assassins trained by Arobynn, you decided to form an alliance that became friendship. Thanks to a spell from before magic left, you were able to hide your fae features.

You knew Aelin's secret back then, and you swore to take it to the grave with you.

When he was in Endovier, you did everything you could to repay the debt to Arobynn. In the end, paid every single coin. After the tests to be the king's assassin, the trip to Wendlyn and the destruction of the crystal castle, you followed her and supported her through everything. What brought you to the Bay. Where you met Fenrys.

While Aelin and the others were in Rolfe's office, you stayed outside with Fenrys and Gavriel, this one trying to ignore your flirtations. You felt attracted to him. As if a thread came out of your heart, traveling through the universe until it reached it. But you didn't tell him, and after the fateful day on the beach and the war, the two of you decided to wait for each other, because you knew that the loss of one or the other would kill you.

It had been a month since the war ended and the bond was still fresh.

The constant desire to be together, the sleepless nights, were constant.

You knew everything he had been through and that only made your instincts activate in the face of any danger, like now.

Terrasen and Wendlyn still had their tensions, and right now the emissaries of the two nations were meeting in the meeting room of Orynth Castle.

Everyone knew the Cadre and envy and disgust appeared on each of their faces when they looked at Fenrys.

Sitting next to him and holding hands under the table, you tried to calm him down by caressing his hand and sending love through the bow.

Until…

“I'm surprised to see you here Fenrys, tell me, are you warming the bed of the queen of Terrasen now?”

There was silence, every muscle in your body tenses and you only see red.

You notice the sadness and shame in your mate’s features and that is the trigger.

One moment you were at his side and the next you were on top of the emissary with a dagger at his neck.

Your knee digs into his chest and with your other foot you immobilize his hand. You get close to his face and loudly so that everyone can hear you, you say:

“Listen to me very well because I'm not going to repeat it twice.” A trickle of blood runs down his neck thanks to the pressure you exert. “I'm not going to allow you to talk like that about MY mate, so think twice, because next time I'll kill you, understand?”

Arms lift you up and, thanks to Fenrys' powers, in the blink of an eye you are in your room.

His hands cup your face and he pulls you closer to rest his forehead against yours.

You sigh, closing your eyes, relaxing thanks to his presence. Your hands also rest on his cheeks, wiping away the tears that are now running down his cheeks.

You open your eyes and Fenrys was already looking at you with so much adoration and love that your eyes filled with tears.

“I don't know what I did to deserve you, but every day I thank destiny for having found you.”

Unable to hold on and with your heart pounding at his words, you kiss him, transmitting all your love.

Fenrys had been through too much and you weren't going to let anyone or anything hurt him.

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 / 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌. 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆.

[agendercrisisx]

I arrive. But TWIST- Iida thoughts! This man is so gentle in bed, terrified to hurt you because he’s so tall and muscular and his quirk could hurt if used in bed, but one day his AMAB partner asks to experiment, to try something new in bed. Iida agrees and is talked into rough sex and ever since then he has been OBSESSED. Shows up to class after the first time with his shirt wrinkled and the top few buttons undone and while he still has the straight man attitude in class, he can unwind and take all his frustration out at night-

I am obsessed with Iida and Denki. My favs.

The best way to let off steam

Iida x gn!reader (amab)

Characters are aged up, everybody is 18+

Summary: Iida is pent up and you show him a way to let go.

Words: 1,5 k

Iida the class president, the perfect student. Or that's what everybody thinks. He is horny as fuck when he is around you. Always wanting to get his dick wet in your ass or maybe your mouth if he is feeling bossy. The only thing you could maybe complain about is how careful he is. It's like you are made of glass. He's always afraid to hurt you. Scared that the wrong move could make you disappear between his hands. Like water in a desert.

It had been a rough week, between the villain attack and exams, everybody is on edge. Especially Iida he has been trying the whole week to keep the class in order. Make sure nobody steps too far out of line. But with everybody wanting to be the best, control is not the class's strong suit.

You are sitting in your room trying to study for the last exam of the week. Math had never been your specialty, so while you are trying to memorize the numbers and weird algorithms you don't notice Iida walking into your room.

As he sits down and as the bed dips you let out a yelp. He looks at you concerned for a moment but you just brush him off. "You scared me. Everything cool?" He nods slowly, but you have known him long enough to know when he is holding back information.

A single hair strand is out of place in his always perfect hair, you quietly brush it behind his ear, and a small grateful smile plays on his lips. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" He nods again, not letting a word leave his lips. It has you worried. Normally he explains everything in detail, but this silent Iida has you anxious.

You place a hand on his cheek, you move up on your knees so you can plant a kiss on his forehead. A single tear falls down his cheek and his perfect demeanor crumbles. You have never seen him cry before, he is always so perfect. Maybe that's the problem. Everyone has so many expectations for him, but he doesn't get a chance to breathe and let go.

You move around him so you're sitting in his lap. His head is hanging low, and as you try to make him look at you more tears well in his eyes. You hug him tightly not knowing precisely what is gonna help, but right now it's the best you can do.

He takes a deep breath and you wait for the words to come. "It has been a stressful week, and I... I need... a way to... emh... relax?"

A smile is spreading across your face, you have an idea. Maybe a bad idea. But an idea non the less. You kiss his jaw and down his neck. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt as you kiss down his chest. His breathing stills and for a second you're scared you crossed a line.

A breathless groan escapes his lips and that's all you need to continue. You grind your ass against his cock and you can already feel him harden against you. You continue your exploration of his body with kisses. You push him down so he is laying on his back and you can get his shirt open.

You smirk down at his toned body, he is so hot. You bend down to his abs, and teasingly slowly lick the outline of his toned muscles. He takes a hold of your hair, for a second guiding your head. He embarrassedly let go sitting back up.

"What's wrong?" You're confused, for a second you don't understand your boyfriend. He shakes his head and moves farther down the bed. Away from you. "Well, something is wrong!" You're getting annoyed, you talk things through. You are both good at communicating, this new donøt wanna talk Iida is getting on your nerves.

"Tell me at once... please." The last is almost whispered, you just want to talk about it. "I don't wanna hurt you." He mumbles making you grip his face and turn him in your direction.

"Speak up buddy." You're almost yelling, not on purpose, but this conversation is pissing you off. "I DON'T WANNA HURT YOU!" He screams back, taking you by surprise, he never yells. You can see it in his eyes, he needs this. He needs to get it all out, he is pent up. Mentally and physically.

"Continue." You say gently, just wanting him to tell you what's going on. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you accidentally, crush you, or... idk... maybe I'll accidentally use my quirk in bed, cause you feel so fucking good, and I'll fucking kill you." The room goes quiet, thoughts twirling inside your head trying to come up with a good answer.

"Maybe that wouldn't be so bad." You laugh but he is not on board looking at you like you are insane. "You know, it wouldn't be a bad way to go. Killed by fucking my amazing boyfriend. Sounds good to me." He doesn't think you are funny, but you mean it. He would never hurt you even if he tried, he doesn't have to be so afraid.

"So you're telling me to let go." He looks at you awaiting your answer. "Exactly, let go. You know what, can we try something new?" He nods his approval and you pull him up so you're face to face.

"I want you to be rough." You whisper in his ear. He shivers but isn't opposed to the idea. He as always starts carefully, removing your clothes and kissing your most sensitive spots. He runs a hand down your spine gripping your waist tightly and places you on top of his clothed cock. Grinding you down against him, have you moaning and him breathlessly kissing you.

The kiss is sloppy and rough. Tongues in a fight for dominance, not that anybody is in doubt who the top is in your relationship. He grabs your ass and pulls you as close to him as possible. You break the kiss in search of air, groaning as he presses you down against him.

He finds your asshole and something cold is spread against your ass. He is lubing you up before he presses three fingers into your awaiting hole. You moan into his mouth as he fingers your asshole preparing you for his cock.

"That's the best you can do." You say teasingly, but it quickly turns into a moan as he slams his fingers into you. You can feel yourself building towards a climax and as your body tightens ready to spill he pulls his finger back. You whimper at the loss already so lovely spent.

"You come on my cock or you don't come." He whispers into your ear as he turns you so you sit with your back toward his. He presses the tip of his cock into you making you moan loudly. He doesn't move for too long so you slam yourself down on him and he groans just as loudly as you. Breathing heavily in your ear.

He pounds up into you at an inhuman pace, gripping your cock tightly. Keeping you from cumming as he continues his assault on your body. "Is this what you wanted?" He whispers in your ear as he groans. You're milking his cock as you scream, and you can't understand why you haven't tried this before. It's fucking heaven.

He stands up holding you up and not interrupting his pounding of your hole. He smashes you against the desk and bends you down so your torse is against the table. He holds your body down as he pounds your hips into the table. Making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Your whole body is tightening as you can feel your climax approaching. Iida's rhythm doesn't falter as he himself nears his high. You come screaming into the desk as he continues his brutal pace, not letting you catch a break before he himself has buried his seed in your ass. He grips your hair and pulls you against him as he cums. Groaning into your ear and pulling your ass as close to his pelvis as humanly possible. Burying himself in you until he comes down from his high.

He lays down with you spooning, still with his cock buried in you. Keeping all his cum from leaking from your pretty hole. "We should definitely do that again." You say breathlessly.

And let's just say you did. You were his new favorite way to let off steam, and as you said he didn't hurt you so there was nothing to be afraid of, to begin with.

On the last day of the week, the class president had for the first time arrived in class with his shirt buttoned wrong, messy hair, and a messed up uniform. And maybe it was your fault.

[katsukichu]

𝐎𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 - 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐠𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Re-upload in honor of Katsuki's birthday🥰. This is my fav prompt piece the lovely @sukisangel helped me write🥺. 18 + Characters are aged up.

Being a hero has its pros and cons.Staying in hotels,being able to work in a team with your UA colleagues and spending extra time with your boyfriend – Dynamight.

It also meant patrolling the whole day in the scorching weather,fighting villains while trying not to cause too much property damage and trying to reassure the public that everything was under control.

After an exhausting day of patrol you made your way to your shared hotel room.It was way past Katsuki's bedtime and you expected him to be asleep.You opened the door to see Katsuki sitting on the edge of the bed - removing his gauntlets,which made you assume that he also took the latest patrol time slot just like you.

His hero costume is roughed up,face covered in scratches,dirt and dried blood.Your first instinct soon clicks in,quick to attend to all his wounds. Ignoring your own exhaustion,you close the door,before grabbing the first aid kit and making your way towards him.

After dating Katsuki for so long you were able to pick up on any change in his behaviour.You've always watched for small changes in his demeanour - such as his facial expression or body language.You could tell he'd been put through the wringer today but you were more than happy to help him blow off some of his post-patrol steam.

"Hi there, my baby." you cooed, brushing his hair away from his eyes and placing a small kiss at the top of his forehead.He tries to hide the way the corner of his lips gently tugged upwards to form a smile with a huff, grumbling something as a way of greeting you.You take a cotton pad and dab some antiseptic on it.

"S'gonna burn…" you warn him.

"I know.. and I don't need you to do it" he scoffs, trying to take the cotton away from your hands – which he successfully accomplishes.

"Please? Lemme take care of you." you whispered, gently cupping his face in your hands as your thumb softly caressed the skin under his eyes.

He knows arguing with you is futile and he's too tired to fight back for once so he agrees – giving you the white fluffy material back. He hates to admit it, but he loves how thoughtful and caring you are towards him, even when he’s not being the ideal sweet boyfriend to you.

You hold the pad up and he gives you a small nod, signifying that you can start cleaning his lesions. You gently wipe his face and study it for any sign of discomfort – his nose scrunching up every now and then.

You take a few steps back to study his battered outfit, soon dropping to your knees – only to take off his belt and lower his pants a little, just to give you more space to dress the wounds on his abdomen. Bakugou's breathing hitch when your hands brush along his inner thigh, causing a wave of heat to travel through the blonde’s body.

"You okay? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" you panic, furrowing your brows a little as you look up at him with pure concern in your eyes.

"No. No,it's nothing, dumbass…" he dismisses you, turning his head to the side as a faint shade of red coats his cheekbones.

Somethings wrong, you sense - Katsuki doesn’t tend to act this way. You finish unbuckling his utility belt, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. Your eyes trail to his thighs, searching for any more wounds, only to notice that he's bouncing his leg.

You gently place your hands on top of it and he stops. After applying the antiseptic on his stomach wounds, he starts getting fidgety again. You stop and place your hands up on his shoulders, making him look at you.

"Okay, Kat. What's wrong, really?" you question with a raised eyebrow.

"It's just… You look so good on your knees like that..'' he admits, placing his right hand on your cheek, lightly brushing his thumb against your soft skin.

"Oh,Katsuki!" you exclaim as a chuckle escapes your throat, playfully slapping his thigh – making sure not to hit too hard or anywhere where he's hurt.

"You need to take a shower. Your injuries are bad and a bit deep, you need to let your muscles relax...Plus, we aren’t home, what if they hear- "

“It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed… a little thrill doesn’t hurt anyone, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” he cuts you off, pure venom in his words as he teases you and smirks.

"Fine…” You sigh, giving into his wishes knowing damn well that he wouldn’t give up on this fight. “...but I want to take care of you.You don't have to do anything, just sit there and look pretty." you spoke softly, looking up at him with an innocent mask on your face as you placed your hands on his thighs.

"I'm so proud of you for how hard you worked today,Dynamight." you spoke while adjusting your position on the floor.You toss the first aid kit aside, before looking up again as your chest swells with pride from making Bakugou's flustered.

Before Katsuki can respond, you unbutton his pants and slide down his muscular legs – letting it pool around his ankles. He shuffles his feet until they're off and kicks them aside.

Seeing the outline of his clothed cock and the patch of pre on his boxers made you clench your thighs.You try and ease some of the tension in his muscles and gently massage his legs with your fingers. You place soft kisses along the outline of his muscles and inner thighs. Resting your head on top of one of his toned thighs, palming him through the thin material of his boxers. You smirk when you feel his hips bucking into your warm touch.

"C'mon, pretty baby… ahh fuck..please" Bakugou curses, placing his hands on your nape

"Okay, but only ‘cause you asked so nicely. Good boy.." you praise as you tug on the waistband of his Dynamight themed boxers to let his throbbing cock spring free.

The sight makes your mouth water, causing you to lick your lips as you stifle back a moan. Everything about Bakugou is mesmerising -- from his vermillion eyes to his gorgeous scarred body, sculpted by a Greek god. His cock is no exception. He has an impressive girth,a perfect curve that always hits the right spots and prominent veins that run all along his shaft. He has the cutest happy trail and a fairly neat bush at his base.

Using the tip of your tongue you tease him by slowly licking the veins along his shaft – stopping momentarily to kiss his pretty pink tip.You make sure his cock is properly lubed up with a mixture of his pre and your saliva, before cupping your hand to give him a few teasing pumps while the other moves to tease his balls.

You feel Bakugou's strong hand on the back of your head slowly move down to cup your cheek. His thumb gently brushes your cheek again and he uses his index finger to tilt your chin up. You keep eye contact with him as you swirl your tongue around his tip – taking a moment to appreciate the blissful expression on his face and notice how tight he's gripping the edge of the mattress.

"No teasing… please.. ‘m not gonna last long" he begs as he jerks his hips up in an attempt to thrust deeper into your mouth.

You take a deep breath and try to prepare yourself to take his cock down your throat. No matter how many times you've had sex with him you can never truly adjust to his size. He always leaves you with an aching jaw by the end of each scene.

Bakugou lets out a few shaky breaths and the most sinful moan when you finally start bobbing your head up and down his aching cock. You flatten your tongue out and try taking as much of him as you can. The right hand that was once pumping him length, now stroked the rest that didn’t fit inside your small mouth.

Above you, Bakugou becomes a whimpering mess. His tongue is lolled out, eye-cross and drooling slightly as he's overwhelmed with pleasure, causing his hands to grip the sheets even tighter. Every time you gag around his dick he prays that he isn't going to cum quickly but he can't help especially when he has the prettiest vixen going down on him, doing wonders.

"Fuck.. Fuck.. Y/n, I'm gonna.. Haaah" Before Bakugou can finish his sentence, he cums, filling your mouth to the brim. You swallow before any of it dribbles down your chin and go to waste, then finally letting go of Bakugou's cock with a lewd pop.

As you and Bakugou try to catch your breath, you start thinking about taking a shower to wash away all the accumulated filth from work.. You glance back up at Bakugou and examine his injuries again. His chest is heaving and his eyelids seem to drop. He notices you staring and you realise you must have a rather dishevelled appearance as him.

"Come on, stop staring. I told you that we need to shower and take care of your injuries" you scolded him as you rolled your eyes and got up from the floor – causing your knees to slightly wobble.

“I really don’t care, ya look hot and ‘m trynna not to fuck ya senseless right now, sweetheart” He smirks, gripping your hips with both hands and tugging you towards him before you had the chance to escape.

Taglist

@buzzyboi79 @0lissa0 @nishikina @bakugosgorl @bakugosbratx @minninugget @aomi04 @dabis0bitch @bakubabeyy @keisurou @hannas16 @namjoonswifeyy @neko-loogi @stormcloudsbrewing @nymphoheretic @gently-folded-paper-cranes

Based on the prompts

"It's just… You look so good on your knees like that..''.

It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed….

“I really don’t care, ya look hot and ‘m trynna not to fuck ya senseless right now, sweetheart”

[lampadarietto]

hi!!1! i hope u are feeling good today ^w^ just a disclaimer before the actual request, can u give (space) after symbols? like:

i eat dog food today!it isnt so good, ngl ❌

i eat dog food today! it isnt so good, ngl ✅

u dont need to keep up w doing that, but i ask at least in my request. i have some reading difficulty so the space between the letter and the symbol makes reading easier to me. thanks!!1!

anyway- i wanted to ask for a platonic tadc one. jax, caine, ragatha, gangle, zooble, pomni and kinger x teen reader (im not sure if u are used to making multiple in one post, but u can choose just one or somes if u are struggling :3), the reader have a personality similar to a eeve, if u know what i mean. shes kind and caring, a bit energetic and fun-loving, she protects the other characters and give them some weird things she finds around, she smiles a lot and i imagine one trait of her appearance, it being she having a cardboard box in her head that shows her facial expressions by emoticons, like ">w<" and ":0" (u dont need to add that, i just thought its a fun concept to write about). bUT in the other hand... shes not so sweet. she is chaotic and not much as jax but she loves to tease others (like playfully fighting or being playfully mean but never crossing a boundary by doing so), shes stubborn to do things she dosent want to do and shes lazy, she is bold w her feelings and she have a bit of a short temper to some topics (even tho she dosent physically hurt anyone, she does create a beef w them and is sure to show it, by dirty looks and being passive agressive)

anyway, i dont think i have further ideas. so have fun!!1! u can deny this request if u want. its totally ok ^_^

Omg sorry about the symbol thing!!!

Also this is probably my fav request so far because im a big sucker for platonic requests so thank you!

this took like 3-4 hours to write help

₊ ⊹JAX

✰If you like pranking people, you're surely going to ask Jax for help.

✰he's like the pranking master there, just ask and he'll help you!!

✰definitely bullies you at first, kinda depends on how you look and act. Also endlessly bullies you because you're really young. Would not care that you're a 'teen', you're still a little child in his eyes.

✰You're short? im sure you won't mind if Jax puts his arm on your head!

✰Tall?? like, taller than Jax?? Hes gonna kick you behind the knee so you're shorter! (be ALWAYS on guard because this guy kicks hard even when he doesn't mean it)

✰You're like, happy all the time?? He would try to make you sad (as a joke)

✰If you're small, he IS going to throw you at things and maybe people too in certain occasions.

✰If you're arguing with someone, he just roots for you on default. He doesn't even care what it is about or with who you're arguing with, he's gonna trip the person you're arguing with either way (unless it's caine, that dude floats)

✰If you have a cardboard box as your head, he's surely drawing on it or putting stickers on it. Everyone would do that, sure. But his stickers are either offensive or just ugly (will act as if you stabbed him with a fork if you remove them)

✰If you've got long hair (or hair that you can tie up) he'd go like "let me tie your hair, it looks ugly" and pull on it as hard as he can (ultimately making you fall)

✰teaches you comebacks so you don't look like a 'loser' while arguing with someone (please don't use his comebacks they are really bad)

✰might let you see where he puts his keys to various places (like rooms and stuff, yours included somehow) but dont tell anyone or he's going to kick you into the sun

✰Personally, i give rocks i think are pretty to the people i care about. I draw a face on them, and bam here's the gift. If you do that too, but maybe with other objects, Jax is probably going to hit you with it atleast once (not too hard though)

✰If you tend to give lots of gift he's probably going to need a little corner of his room called 'gifts from ___'

✰Some gloinks came into his room once and stole some of the gifts from that corner. Jax never told you (he forgot to..)

✰Steals your food at the dinner table while bullying Gangle because he has nothing better to do

✰If you're in time out for any reason (like swearing too much) he's going to get you out of the punishment (he always fails bruh)

✰The only reason why he fails is that he's bad at coming up with an excuse because it's to get YOU out of trouble. It's easy when he's trying to get himself out of trouble and comes naturally, but it just doesn't with other people.

✰overall really annoying if he actually enjoys spending time with you, would recommend unless you're really irritable

₊ ⊹ZOOBLE

✰Zooble is really chill, they may even become your 'gossip buddie' if you'd like.

✰The fact that you're younger than them makes it easier (for them, at least.) since you can learn alot from them!

✰Pulls up to your door, rings the doorbell and when you open she goes "i HAVE to tell you about-" and just enters your room while he speaks(unless you don't want to, of course)

✰if you have a cardboard box head, they surely wrote 'zooble' on your carboard box and some insults somewhere (mainly for Jax)

✰laughs ALOT when you tease or straight up pick on people (especially Jax)

✰If you see one of his parts not in the place it's supposed to be, please put it in it's respective place! If you've become friends with zooble, they will surely trust you with things like putting back a body part if she doesn't notice it's in the wrong place!!

✰If you swear a lot, they'll probably laugh until Caine puts you in timeout (that's when she knows she's next)

✰If you ask nicely, they will try to find some (digital) nail polish and let you paint their nails (or them painting your nails, they don't mind either way.)

✰Almost chopped some of your hair off once while trying to do a cute hair style (the crab hand thing is really sharp. They didnt mean it!!!!)

✰flips you off on daily basis for random reasons and roll their eyes in the sassiest way possible

✰If you give them gifts, they'll act as if it's horrible but store it in his room later (he's NEVER telling you that)

✰Is grateful when you (try to) protect them from gloinks. Everytime Zooble is around, some gloinks are already there to just steal her body parts! Help her, do something please!

✰Overall very chill, would recommend unless you get offended easily

₊ ⊹CAINE

✰oh boy!!

✰the circus is a place for children. Finally a child or someone close to one!!!!

✰He's very excited. Makes you and the others (Zooble doesn't usually come though) go have adventures! you even got to choose once!!!

✰Again, if you wear a carboard box head he will sign it like hes a celebrity and write a something next to his signing. (his handwriting is really elegant too!)

✰Once made you look after Bubble while he was dealing with... some things and the whole circus was almost set on fire (all thanks to jax trying to see if Bubbles were flammable)

✰If you swear too much, you'll have to go in timeout!!!! (Zooble goes in timeout often)

✰Stores every single one of your gifts even if Jax says they're ugly

✰𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘚 your energy and attitude!

✰Very happy to see you enjoy your time here with the others.

✰If you're a picky eater or dont like the (digital) food chef Bubble cooks, hes surely going to make Bubble cook something of your choice!!

✰If you entered the circus when you were 10 years old or less, you probably had a bedtime before turning 12. If you were up past your bedtime, you were usually put in timeout!

✰Finds it funny that you tease people.

✰Overall much of a father figure if you've entered the circus when you were really young. (like from 7-11 years old)

₊ ⊹POMNI

✰Pomni was NOT expecting to find a kid in the circus.

✰Why aren't you trying to find a way out? You're young, get out of here and live a happy life!!

✰Other than than, Pomni is very shy and awkward at first.

✰She's not.. sure on what to say. To you, to everyone.

✰She's still trying to find a way out so she won't talk to you or anyone at first.

✰After some time, you speak more and more to her until she gets comfortable with you.

✰She chuckles when you tease people, sometimes.

✰will draw on your cardboard box head if you have on and write her name on it.

✰She often talks to you about the exit door, about the real world.

✰"Don't you want to go back?" she literally bombards you with questions of all kind..

✰Try to be friendly with her, please! She's still trying to get used to the circus and it's weird individuals... (ahem.Jax.)

✰i just KNOW that Jax tripped Pomni atleast once. Please don't let that happend..

✰(tries to) Keeps your gifts somewhere in her room, often loses some..

✰Overall really nice when you get to know her. Stutters alot when shes nervous and is still shocked.

₊ ⊹RAGATHA

✰a kid?? here?? Oh my.

✰She WILL tell you about everything you should know.

✰"Oh, be careful or you might-" "This is where we usually-" "don't! Its dangerous!"

✰She tries her best.

✰Shes always there for you! She tries to get you involved in activities, adventures and everything!

✰Writes a happy phrase on your cardboard box (if you have one) so that you're happy, even when not feeling like your best.

✰loves your gifts! Is a little weirded out at first but loves them alot! She keeps them in her room like trophys.

✰Will make your hair look very cute if you let her touch it. She will put bows, ribbons, every cute thing that she think might fit you.

✰Loves to have someone as nice as her (for the most part) and is glad that she's not the only one with a 'cheerful' attitude at the circus.

✰You can protect her if you want but be careful for random sharp things! Ragatha will be mad(not at you) if you accidentally get hurt while you try to protect her..

✰Shes honestly like a mother figure or an older figure you can count on.

✰Overall the nicest person at the circus, would recommend

₊ ⊹KINGER

✰He jumpscared you once.

✰Apologized right after, of course!

✰Kinger is a rather.. paranoid person. He doesn't get out of his impenetrable fortress unless someone needs him, and gets starled easily.

✰At first, he wasn't sure on what to think about you.

✰When you decided to gift him a little handmade insect collection, he immediately thanks you and invites you into his fortress.

✰You two had fun, and he said you could come in his fortress at any time, but to just warn him beforehand.

✰Stores every gift you give him. Could be an insect collection, rocks or handmade stuff. He doesn't care. He collects them.

✰He still jumpscares you (accidentaly) most of the times. He doesn't mean it!

✰He's super convinced that 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞 would've 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 you.

✰He wishes she was still here, just to show you off.

✰Would get amused when you tease people!

✰Please dont let the gloinks just steal his fortress!!!!

✰Overall pretty chill aside from the sudden jumpscares and random screams, would recommend

₊ ⊹GANGLE

✰would warm up to you pretty quickly.

✰Please comfort her when shes crying or when Jax breaks her comedy mask!!! :(

✰Almost always has her comedy mask when she's with you. Shes just so happy!

✰If you try to help her fix her mask, shes going to be really grateful.

✰Stores every one of your gifts.she Thinks they're beautiful!

✰Please teach her some comebacks so that shes not completely hopeless against Jax :(

✰Shes mostly kind to you, but Gangle is also a shy soul.

✰She's like a bigger sister to you.

✰She tries her best to be as happy as she can around you.

✰Overall really nice (but shy), would totally recommend unless you dont like people crying alot

[your-local-baguette]

Chris prince x reader

Warnings: cussing ? Angst maybe ?

The sound echoed over and over, the ball hitting your wrist again and again. It hurts...

" ANOTHER ONE!"

You yelled across the gym, in which your teammates slammed another curving ace toward you. You knee slid on the ground as you used your left foot support you body, the volleyball hitting the reddened area of your colliding wrists. You hissed at the stinging sensation, when the receive failed, you groaned and let your body fall on the cold ground, letting out heavy breath.

Your teammate quickly made their way to you, their head popping in your vision, you huffed." Thanks" they nodded before walking away" dont you overwork yourself, either way im dragging you out the gym" you sighted in defeat, lazily dragging your body up. Slow steps towards the changing rooms, massaging your shoulders on the way.

You closed the metal door of the gym not expecting anything, well yea, nothing ever goes you way anyway." Hii love!" A muscular blondie said, opening his arms, hoping to receive a hug. You lived up to his expectations, wrapping your arms around him, not even a second that he lift you up with ease. Spinning you around before letting your feets touch the ground again, now resting his cheeks on the top of your head. Its barely if he could, because you were like only two inches shorter than him. After his long awaited hug he pushed you on your lower back insisting you follow him. " Where are we going ?"

" im taking you to boue lock"

" is that allowed ?"

" i...managed."

Flashback.....

" i'll get on my knees please let me bring them here."

The jumanji egg( ego ) looked at him weirdly before sighing giving in.

He let out a little scream of joy before running out.

End of flashback

" uh ok"

...

" im guessing your tram doesn't know about this ?"

You asked, striking up a conversation.

" huuuh. They somehow found out. So try not to worry too much about that. Most of them are very respectful"

You nodded.

The car pulled in the parking, you and chris got out, you just dribbled a volleyball, these were some of the very rare occasions when it was silent with Chris. You walked at the same rythm, your steps synchronised, the halls silent before well sound of balls getting kicked ( get your mind outta the gutter ) and loud cheering. You both arrived in a stadium where a team was practicing, not very seriously but still practicing.

A ball came flying to your face which you stopped easily, throwing back toward them. Chris chuckled at your reflexes, dragging to a chair, you sat next to him, to his displease. Wish these kids weren't here and he could gave you on his lap but like the jumanji egg said' no intimate interaction'

.....

Hcs part. That because the volleyball wasn't included the way i wanted it to be.

Adores playing with you

Litteraly screams for cheering at your match

Supportive. Supportive. Supportive.

Has a copy of your team jersey with your number. Cuz yours does not fit him lol.

He had a hard time understanding how to do an underhand receive. Like why you gotta fold your thumbs over your palms. Cant you just have your hands interwined together. Side note: his thumbs pained him for five day straight.

Come to every.single.match

Does not understand how you can jump so high. Like do you remove gravity!?

Does the bandaging around your fingers/ hands.

You showed him an ace( the service ) and he was s.t.u.n.n.e.d.

Secretly practices against a wall.

Learned how to float serve just for you.

At this point more passionate than you🤨

Bought you ticket to your favorite team.

Got you a custom volleyball with your fav movie/series character on it.

You have a ton of equipment at home for volleyball.

Plays with you everyday.

If you ever have a child he wants them to learn football and volleyball ( volley when older tho )

An absolute sucker for a focused you

Hope you all enjoyed. Feel like this would also go well with lavinho. Talking about him;

I will prob do the three most popular cuz im obsessed with this man. So yea. Have a nice day. If it doesn't get enough vote i will redo it on another post cuz these are prob gon take a good amount of time. Bye bye!

[mondscheinprinzessin]

1, 2, 4 and 5 for dress fic series, 9, 10, 12, 17, 24 for "I'm caught beneath...", 34, 41 and 49 bitte! 💖 /🐍

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

I would show them When you put your lips and your hands on my heart cause it has the romance (and my fav pairing) almost all my fics have and it eases into the angst without being too angsty right away and gives a bit of smut that I occasionally write, so it covers a broad spectrum of what to expect in my fics.

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

I guess the fluff is mostly there because of prompts I’ve written because I don’t usually go for it myself? But the other two, yeah, that’s definitely my writing😄 I also think I’m not always perfectly tagging my angst so there could be more.

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

Angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort being what I would always go for. I write characters who either overthink or have insecurities that come up in the fic, or even mental health issues (although with Joel that’s rather canon). And there’s a lot of friends to lovers with one of them being afraid to ruin the friendship.

4. What detail in the dress fic series are you really proud of?

I want to say my dress fics aren’t that deep because the plot isn’t the main focus of these fics so I don’t know if there’s any worthy details.

But may I highlight this part of Find me on my knees:

“The thin fabric didn’t conceal Aleksi’s figure at all and when Joonas’ hands explored further he could make out every curve, letting his fingers admire the softness of Aleksi’s stomach, to where his hips widened beneath his waist, sliding all the way down to his thighs,”

Because I was struggling to describe Aleksi’s body in a way that I love it looks without making it sound as if he was just big/fat/thick because those words tend to have a negative connotation, but I’m happy with the way I wrote his body yeah.

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about the dress fic series? Answer it now!

I think the one or other had picked up on it in the comments, but asking more about Aleksi’s experiences with his exes, or how did he got to the dresses, when did he discover liking wearing them, or maybe since when does Joonas have a crush on Aleksi.

I’m not going to answer all of them now, that would be much, but: In general Aleksi had only tried wearing a nice dress and underwear for his last boyfriend and he didn’t really like it much, accusing Aleksi wanting to imitate a woman which the guy wasn’t into at all but consequently destroying Aleksi’s confidence in wearing his dresses, and making him think his partners would hate it if he did.

And for Joonas: He may have developed a crush on their last tour after sharing a hotel room with Aleksi and when he was anxious because of something they talked the whole night and fell asleep cuddling, and while they didn’t talk about it, Joonas felt that something had changed for him🥰

9. How do you find new fic to read?

I have some core fandoms that I from time to time revisit and then I just sort for the pairings I like and if the tag is big enough that it allows me to be picky with extras I search for angsty and hurt/comfort fics (who would have thought😂) and that’s all really what I do. I also like to go for bigger fics from 20k words up because I like longer stories/multichapters.

In my previous fandom I had also subscribed to a few authors so I wouldn’t miss their fics.

10. How do you decide what to write?

It’s more like what my brain decides on what we’re doing right now. When I want to start a new fic I just open my google docs and scroll through my wips and then open what catches my eye. It’s mostly the ones I have a more or less clear vision for already so writing them is easier.

But when it comes to ideas? I don’t know, I daydream a lot and the ideas just fall into my lap, I don’t really have to do anything for it.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

Kid fic the most I would say. But so far I’m only trusting @poodlejoonas with these, I still wouldn’t click on any other from other authors. There’s not many tropes I really dislike. Maybe when it comes to marriage and domestic life I like to see it more in longer fics now because now that I’m getting older I understand these better.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

When I came up with my ATLA AU I thought I would be the only one to enjoy it, but it turned out others would be interested in it as well. And I would love to write/read a Julie and a Phantoms AU, but at least two other people would be into it as well.

And because I love historical mystery/criminal books, I would love to read a fic in that setting.

24. Are there any easter eggs in I’m caught beneath with nothing left to give and if so, what are they?

There’s just many details I’ve used from your own fics, but I wouldn’t call them easter eggs because they’re needed for the story to work.

34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?

A lot of my main characters is taken from me, mainly the insecurities, and worrying, and mental health issues because I like projecting my problems onto others😄 The coffeeshop AU was partly inspired by Lou and partly by me working in a coffeeshop once. Just every day things that happen I like to incorporate in my fics. Just generally a lot of my own feelings can be found in my fics.

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

When I read theflyingzimmergaudi’s fic There’s a lightning in your eyes, I can’t deny, I instantly fell in love with her writing and as someone still new to writing fics and trying to better her English skills I thought wow, this is where I want to be someday. In the meantime I’ve acknowledged that this won’t happen because I have my own style and I’m pretty content with it at the moment, but back then I was seriously impressed.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

The third chapter for the soulmate AU: “Almost giddy he took the last steps up the stairs and opened the door with his key (he wasn’t officially moved in, but it just had been convenient to give him one after a few months) and quickly got rid of his stuff, the warm light in the living room encouraging him in his plans to finish the day off in comfort and cozily tucked under an arm.

But he got surprised as soon as he stepped in. When usually he would find both of them already on the couch, Joonas with his feet in Joel’s lap, or Joel fully flopped on Joonas, today there was none of that picture.”

[caswellseyes]

Hello!! How about an AU where the characters are teachers (a classic, always love it), but they're going on a school trip 👀

- @michelangelinden

ahh yes i love aus like this!! tysm for sending this in <3 this got a little long oops

okay okay so i'm thinking of a secondary school type setting, with kids around ages 12-14, and they're going to an amusement park for a science project (bc that's still one of my fav school trips i ever went on)

reggie and bobby are science teachers. luke is a music teacher, julie teaches art, carrie and willie teach pe + run a bunch of after school clubs, and alex teaches english because at this point i'm incapable of not making him a literature person like i am lol. so on the trip it's the seven of them, dante the bus driver, and like 50 excited kids

the kids get to spend most of their time running around and going on rides, but they do have to measure some stuff for their project. please don't ask me for specifics i genuinely don't remember what i had to do for this lmao

on the way there, willie, julie, and luke teach the kids a bunch of roadtrip songs. reggie tells science puns, alex and carrie run a bingo game (with coupons for snacks at the amusement park as prizes). bobby goes from seat to seat and quietly hands out packs of snacks to students who might not have been able to bring any

he also passes out those cheap plastic ponchos because it's a super rainy day

alex and bobby are in charge of the exercise packets and equipment they had to bring. last year, reggie and bobby did it together, but reggie has a tendency to wander off and go on rides by himself. it's understandable but not exactly practical when you should be helping students

julie, carrie, and willie probably all wander around and keep an eye on everything. just to make sure they don't see anyone breaking the rules or whatever. they can't see everything, but they catch a lot of stuff. they also keep reminding the students to take breaks and warm up in the cafeterias etc when they get cold

luke and reggie have a blast joining different groups of students and going on rides with them. they take a bunch of them into a haunted house type of attraction. when waiting in line, they joke about not being scared at all, but they exit the attraction pale as sheets and clutching each others hands so tightly they hurt.

alex and bobby find this very funny. they also refuse to go into the haunted house, but they insist that that has nothing to do with them being scared. nobody buys it

alex's first aid kid is probably bigger than the one they have at the park itself. he has seven different kinds of bandaids and every type of over the counter medication they could possibly need

bobby has, like, four different school hoodies on him in case the students get cold. luke and reggie end up squeezing into them because they decided to ride a water attraction without ponchos

when it's time to leave, they get permission from the amusement park staff to use the intercom speaker thingy system to call out for their students. luke and reggie take the opportunity to sing a song they made up while waiting in line. there's a freestyle rap verse from willie. it takes four minutes

they end up going home with all of their students, three scraped knees, seven amusement park plushies, and only two colds the next day

yes, luke and reggie are the ones who end up with a cold. just like the year before. they say it wa worth it

[peachycoreroo]

i was thinking, what about boys from haikyuu losing game and taking their anger on their s/o in bed to the point s/o is saying safe word, crying? if that's too much, just make them really angry, hurting s/o with words.

i was thinking about Suna, Kita and maybe Shirabu?

characters: suna rintarou, kita shinsuke, shirabu kenjirou

genre: smut, slight angst, fluff at the end

word count: 1.8k

warnings: fem!reader, angry boys, established relationships, spanking, one (1) face slap, choking, vaginal penetration, oral m!receiving, usage of ‘whore’, ‘bitch’ and ‘slut’, heavy degradation, semi-public sex, pretty harsh words are said, safe word is used

authors note: uuu this is my first darker piece for hq, but it does end in fluff!! i tweaked it so it fits the timeskip, but just a friendly reminder that this is pure fiction, your favs love you and would never hurt you<3 here's a link to my masterlist

pt.2: kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, tsukishima kei

suna rintarou:

it wasn’t often that your boyfriend resorted to pounding the living shit out of you immediately when you had sex, usually opting for teasing you till you couldn’t take it anymore and begged him to fuck you or took the reins in your own hands and rode him till you were both shaking from overstimulation.

this time, was bad though.

the japanese national volleyball team just lost the finale of the olympics, resulting in them only getting the silver medal. no matter how amazing the second-place sounded, it still hit hard to miss the big gold by a hair.

just like how hard suna was currently hitting your ass, as he fucked into you in the empty changing room of the team. you only wanted to check on him when you saw how dejected he looked as he left the field with the team, when the tall brunet just ripped down your clothes and bent you over, fury dancing in his greenish eyes.

you knew how hard rintarou and his teammates worked for this. it was only natural they couldn’t celebrate. losing is still losing, no matter if you’re getting a medal.

“f-fuck, rin, it hurts”, you wailed, tears already streaming down your face from the full-force slaps that were delivered to your sore ass cheeks. being bent over with only the locker in front of you and sunas’ hands on your hips as a leverage to not fall face first on the floor, slowly took a troll on your tired body. it also didn’t help that your legs were barely able to keep you up with how powerful his thrusts were.

“shut the fuck up and take it, worthless whore”, he growled furiously, thrusts only increasing in speed, and a hand sneaking to your front, wrapping itself around your neck. the cruel comments that usually caused your cunt to flutter and eyes roll back, suddenly made your heart sink.

you knew he was angry at being defeated by the opposing team and not at you, but you couldn’t stop the heavy feeling in your chest, or the tears that seemed to multiply at his cold remark.

when the adjustment of his hips caused him to hammer his fat tip painfully against your cervix and his hand tightened harshly around your throat, your knees gave out and you tried to scream only for nothing to come out of your mouth.

“useless, fucking bitch, can’t even stand upright. why do i even keep you around?” he aggressively huffed, not paying any attention to your comfort. you couldn’t take this anymore.

your body went completely limp, as you whispered a small, choked ‘silk’, not even being sure if he heard, when his mind was so clouded by rage.

but he did. and his heart painfully clenched when he recognized the hurt tone in your voice, instantly letting go of your bruised throat and ceasing his thrusts.

guilt filled him as he pulled out and finally looked at you to see you sobbing uncontrollably, arms wrapping protectively around your form as if you were afraid of him hurting you.

“hey… hey, y/n, sweetie, look at me.” suna’s gentle tone had you looking up at him, your vision blurry as your pained expression met his tender one.

“’m s-sorry i couldn’t help you, r-rin’. ‘m sorry y-you lost”, you stuttered out helplessly.

here you were, crying and in pain, but still thinking about him. the brunet was sure he didn’t deserve you.

“no, i’m sorry, pretty. i got carried away”, the tall volleyball player whispered softly, his large palms cupping your cheeks, “i love you and i never want to hurt you. please, forgive me.”

the guilt etched into his handsome face showed you just how bad he really felt, your lips lifting in a small smile. “’s ok, rin’. i love you too.”

the tall male breathed out a sigh of relief as he embraced you tightly and kissed your forehead. suna rintarou would never get carried away like this again. that, he promised himself.

kita shinsuke:

when kita got home, all dejected and upset because some assholes decided to trash grandma yumie’s precious crops in the darkness of the night, you opened your arms with love and understanding. what you didn’t expect however, as you asked how you could help, was to end up on your knees with your boyfriend abusing your throat for what felt like hours.

your knees were aching from the uncomfortable position on the hardwood floor, throat painfully contracting around his thick length as he pounded your mouth as if it were your cunt, jaw hurting from holding it open for so long.

you felt like you would pass out any minute, and while normally kita would immediately sense any of your slightest mood shifts when you were being intimate, he didn’t this time.

where there was usually a caring boyfriend who wouldn’t take his gaze of your face and always asked if you’re doing okay, was a guy who had a far away look on his frowning face, only using you as an outlet for his anger.

the white-black haired male was almost scarily quiet, only occasional grunts and growls escaping his lips. your gurgling and gagging sounds as he hit the back of your throat with every forceful thrust were painful to listen to, and you couldn’t wrap your head around your boyfriend not realizing what he was doing to you.

as tears streamed down your numb face, you weren’t able to stop your teeth from grazing his fat cock, your throbbing jaw not cooperating with your brain anymore.

kita let out an animalistic growl as he pulled out of your wet mouth at once, a sudden slap to your tender cheek startling you.

“you asked how to help and you’re doing exactly that, but can’t even do that for me, huh?”, he spat almost hostilely.

the hurtful words, the harsh slap and the rage painted on his usually calm and kind face made your heart ache, as you sobbed out a ‘peach! shin’, please! peach!’

kita suddenly felt as if he awoke from a hypnosis, when he heard you cry out your safe word. as his -now clear- gaze fell on you, he couldn’t help his chest from painfully tightening. you only offered to help, and he’s gone and hurt you like never before.

falling on his knees in front of you, he pulled you into his strong arms, rocking you both side to side as he apologetically murmured ‘i’m so sorry, angel’ and ‘i love you’ over and over again into your messy hair.

“m’ okay, shinsuke. just wanted to help", you sniffled against his chest, making kita close his eyes out of pure shame that he did that to you.

“let’s get you into the bathtub and i’ll cook your favorite, how does that sound love?”, he whispered softly, as if afraid that any of his next movements would make you break.

the next few weeks you barely got to do anything, kita shinsuke always glued to your side and immediately taking over any task that was thrown at you.

shirabu kenjirou:

being a med student was fucking exhausting. shirabu had spent months writing a very important thesis about certain brain tumors on newborns, only for his professor to give him a c. something about it not being detailed enough.

“fuck you”, shirabu spat as he was sitting in front of the fire place in your shared apartment, throwing all 80 pages of the “not detailed” dissertation into the fire.

“ken’? what are you doing?”

“burning this fucking nightmare. ’m gonna drop out, fuck this shit”, he almost growled furiously. coming up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, leaning down to ask lowly: “you want a better way to deal with your anger?”

that’s how you found yourself bent over his lap with your panties dangling at your ankles. the spanking wasn’t new, your boyfriend being super pissed while doing so, was.

the first few slaps went as usual with you clenching around nothing and enjoying the rubs to the tender flesh shirabu hit a few seconds prior. after, it suddenly went downhill.

all at once, the soft caresses ceased to a stop, his calloused palm from years of playing volleyball coming down on your ass with full force and the copper-haired man spewing some of the most degrading stuff you’ve ever heard.

“fucking slut, getting off to this. you like it when i use you to let out my anger? i’m having a hard time while you’re just being a horny, selfish fucktoy”.

at the last sentence, you froze. did he really think you were using him? you only wanted to help, but his cold words continued. “gonna beat your ass till it’s sore and aching, you won’t be able to sit without remembering what a useless fucking girlfriend you were while i needed support.”

the logical part of your brain knew, that your boyfriend didn’t mean it. the anger got the best of him, and he just threw around accusations like he wished he could do at his asshole of a prof.

but the bigger, sensitive part of your brain convinced you that he meant every single hurtful word. you weren’t even hearing what derogatory stuff was spilling from his lips anymore, vision blurry and ears ringing from the pain you felt in your chest as well as your ass cheeks.

was this your fault? was it wrong to try and help? maybe you should’ve given him some space.

a particularly hard spank brought you back to reality, suddenly tasting the salty wetness of your tears seeping into your mouth as you cried out a loud ‘pumpkin!”, trying to push yourself out of his lap and landing on the floor with a loud ‘thud’ as his hands instantly let you go.

shirabu could only look at you wide-eyed when he saw how you were choking on your sobs and crawling backwards, just to get away from him.

“please don’t hit me anymore!”, were the words, that would haunt kenjirou for the rest of his life. he could feel himself tear up when it hit him what he did to you, his precious girlfriend, just because he was angry at a prof.

“baby, i- please i would never hit you like that on purpose, i- “, the male felt his throat tighten up and with a quiet sniffle he embraced you tightly, craving the warmth of your body. “forgive me, i love you so much, please don’t go.”

as you started to calm down, your arms wrapped themselves around him, wanting to be close to him as well, because no matter what, he was your biggest comfort and you still loved him.

“’m not going anywhere, kenji’. just… please don’t do that ever again”, you murmured against his temple.

“never.”

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Bloopers

Word count: 2150

Warnings: tickling, fluff

Ok, this one is a little different than the others I've written; it's about the actual cast (specifically our fav British actor Mr. Hiddleston 😉)

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“And… cut! Alright, let’s move on to the next battle scene then.”

The voice of the director echoing through the set snapped you out of your thoughts. You stood up and stretched a little, preparing to film the first scene of the day that you’d be part of. Script in hand, you joined the other cast members on the set for the scene briefing.

It still felt surreal that you had actually gotten to this point. You had signed up for an audition the moment you’d heard this role was open, figuring you could at least get some exposure by trying out for a big-name movie like a Marvel movie. As an up-and-coming actress, you needed all the exposure you could get. Never in a million years did you think you’d actually land a part in the movie, let alone the role of a supporting character.

You were trying desperately to get over being star-struck by the actors and actresses you were working with. They were all surprisingly down-to-earth, nothing like you’d expected from such famous stars as these. The moment you’d arrived on set, they had welcomed you with open arms as they had all the cast members, no matter how small their role was. They’d been trying to get you to relax a little, to see them as friends and coworkers rather than A-list celebrities. And you were trying – really­ trying – but you were still pretty shy and reserved off-set.

“Ready for your first shoot of the day?” Chris Hemsworth asked as you approached the crowd of cast members standing in the middle of the set.

“Uh… yeah, I think so!” you replied uncertainly. You glanced down at the script in your hands. This particular scene didn’t have many lines, as it was mostly an action scene, but those were the scenes you tended to struggle with. You had gotten good at getting into character when you had to have conversations, but you really had to think hard about how your character would move in battle.

“Come on, you have to say it like you mean it!” he chided, grasping your shoulders in emphasis. “Try again – are you ready?”

“Yes sir!” you shouted. He laughed heartily, releasing you with a final pat on the shoulder.

“Alright, it may be a battle scene, but you aren’t a soldier. We’ll work on it.” The flowing crimson cape of his costume swished along the floor as he turned to find his place in the circle of cast members. You followed suit, slipping into an opening right beside Tom Hiddleston. He glanced at you with a warm smile, which you returned timidly.

“He can be a bit overenthusiastic sometimes, can’t he?” Tom whispered. You nodded, looking across to where Chris was now casually twirling his hammer by the strap on one finger. “He is right, though. I’m certain you’ll do just fine. Give yourself a little credit.”

“Thanks,” you said appreciatively. You turned to face the director as he reviewed the upcoming scene.

It was a pretty standard fight scene by Marvel standards. Your character was battling alongside Thor and Loki as the villain attempted to slip past your defenses to gain access to Odin’s vault of magic artifacts. Magic, explosions, weapon-swinging… the whole works. There were a complex number of camera angles included in the scene, which meant a lot of stopping and restarting of filming to change position.

Physically, this type of scene was exhausting. It required a lot of ducking, jumping, and running, not to mention a LOT of falling. It wasn’t uncommon for you to go home with a few scrapes and bruises after this type of active scene. Like Chris and Tom, you insisted on doing your own stunt work. It wasn’t like you were jumping from buildings or anything like that; you knew you could handle this yourself.

“Ok, next clip!” the director called out, prompting you to prepare for the most difficult part of the scene. In this part, your character is standing a bit too close to an explosion and is thrown backward into Loki, who catches you before you fall backward onto the ground. You stood still as the stunt crew hooked you up to the wire that would yank you backward.

“Nervous?” Tom asked, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“A little, maybe. Is it fun, being dragged around on the wire?” you inquired.

“It’s a bit like riding a roller coaster. Except… you’re not in a cart, and you may crash into things.”

“Hmm. Comforting.” He patted your shoulder firmly a couple of times before walking past you to get into position for the shot.

“Alright, y/n, we’re not going to count down for you – we need a genuine element of surprise in this scene. Got it?”

“Understood,” you confirmed. Your heart was racing with adrenaline, anticipating the moment you would feel the rope tug you backward. Not to mention, Tom was going to be the one to catch you. Your heart fluttered a bit more at that thought.

It felt like minutes went by, although it was probably only seconds. Suddenly you felt the harness under your costume tighten around your waist as the wire finally pulled you backward. True to character, your arms flailed out as your heels slid backward across the floor for a millisecond before Tom caught you, sliding his hands under your outstretched arms to hold you up.

The sudden gentle pressure of his fingertips under your arms tickled like hell. Your knees buckled a little and you yelped in surprise. Tom lowered you to the ground, giving you a moment to rest after your first take.

“The fall was perfect, y/n, but try not to bend your knees like that when Tom catches you. Remember, you’re supposed to be a fierce warrior; your character would jump right back up to their feet,” the director called from off set. You avoided Tom’s gaze as he helped you to regain your footing.

“Did I hurt you? You shouted when I caught you,” he asked, concern weighing in his tone.

“No! Nope, I’m fine, sorry. Just got nervous. First take and all, you know?” you responded quickly, trying to hide your blush.

“Understandable. I recall the first time I was pulled down to the floor by a wire during the infamous ‘Hulk smash’ scene…” he chuckled. “I’m just glad I didn’t hurt you.”

You set up for a second take, this time heart pounding for different reasons. How embarrassing would it be if Tom found out what really happened there? You needed to focus more this time.

This time, when the wire grew taught, you were at least prepared for the swooping sensation in your stomach as you slid backward. Once again, Tom caught you right on cue, his hands lifting your upper body up from under your arms. It still caught you off guard how much it tickled. You let a giggle slip out and went limp in his arms again, nearly causing him to drop you to the floor.

“Cut!” The director walked closer to you and Tom so you could hear him better. “Don’t forget – don’t bend your knees. And it’s probably breaking character to be grinning like that after getting launched by an explosion.”

“I know it’s fun doing stunts and all, but you have to think like your character even during the action scenes,” Tom advised, helping you up off the floor once again.

“It’s not that! I just… never mind,” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks burning again. Tom raised his eyebrows at you in confusion.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked, ducking down to catch your gaze as you stared down at your feet.

“Promise. I’ll get it this time,” you assured.

You both set up for take three, this time determined you would get it completely right. You gritted your teeth, trying to envision the actual explosion they’d be adding with CGI later. The wire tugged, and you flew backward once again into Tom’s waiting arms. You almost maintained your composure, until he started to pull you to your feet, fingertips digging into the hollows under your arms. You shrieked, letting out a few more giggles as you stumbled forward to evade his fingers.

“Cut!” You steeled yourself and turned around to look at Tom, who was giving you a confused look. You shot him a look of apology.

“Am I missing a joke? Did Hemsworth put you up to something?” Tom asked, placing his hands on his hips, a grin tugging at his lips. Even after you ruined the take three times in a row, he only used the kindest tone with you. You couldn’t lie to him.

“No… I just… when you slide your hands under my arms to catch me, it… it sort of tickles. A lot,” you mumbled sheepishly. You risked a glance up from the floor to look at Tom, whose eyes had lit up with understanding.

“Ahh! Now it all makes sense!” he exclaimed. “Well, I do apologize; it was not my intention to tickle you. I’ll try not to this take.” He shot you a mischievous wink, not unlike his character.

“Thanks… I’ll try to keep my composure this time,” you promised.

The director shouted additional directions and reminders to you as you set up for yet another take. As you got into position, you turned your head to look at Tom standing behind you. He grinned at you, although you couldn’t tell if it was a smile of encouragement or a mischievous smirk. Maybe it was the costume…

The wire tugged you backwards once again, and the outcome was the same. Tom even tried to catch you closer to your upper arms, but the sensation was still too much for you to handle. A rapid stream of giggles bubbled from your chest as your muscles weakened once again. Tom was laughing with you this time, though, now that he knew better.

“You did that on purpose!!” you exclaimed, spinning around to face him once you’d regained your footing.

“On purpose!?” His mouth dropped open in mock offense. “You think I did that on purpose?? Come here, and I’ll show you ‘on purpose.’” You shrieked, spinning around to run away, but he grabbed hold of your wrist before you could get very far. He tugged you backwards, trapping you against him in a bear hug.

“Wait!! C-can’t we talk about this?” you begged.

“Sorry, no can do.” Before you could protest further, Tom’s fingers were digging into your ribs, eliciting a startled squeal from you. He laughed out loud at your overzealous reaction. “Mahaybe… eheh… maybe this will help you get all the giggles out, hmm?”

“No, Tom, wahahait!!” you begged, folding into yourself and twisting around to break his hold without success.

“I apologize, my dear, but this is for your own good. Can’t have you continuing to mess up these takes, now can we?” His fingers darted up and down your sides and ribs, and your knees buckled beneath you, sinking to the floor. Tom followed you down, still holding fast while he continued to skitter his fingertips over your belly.

“Stahahap!!” you pleaded, grasping feebly at his wrists as laughter poured out of you.

“Now, honestly, y/n – this is supposed to be a battle scene and you’re laughing like a schoolgirl,” he teased, wrestling to hold you still while he continued to torment you. “How are we going to get through this scene if you don’t start taking it seriously?”

“THEN STAHAHAP TICKLING MEHEHE!” you retorted, yelping as his hands spidered higher up your ribcage.

“Oh, is that what I’m doing?” Tom wrapped one arm further around your ribs so he could pull your arms up, giving him unrestricted access under your arms. He scribbled maddeningly gently at the hollows, making you explode with uncontrollable laughter.

“OK! OK! IHIHI’LL GET IT RIGHT THIS TIHIHIME!!” you shouted. Deciding you’d had enough torture, Tom finally released you from his hold. You took a moment to catch your breath before looking up at your fellow castmates, who were smirking at you, much to your dismay. You felt heat rising to your face as you picked yourself up off the floor, turning to face a grinning Tom (who was looking more and more like Loki by the second with that mischievous gleam in his eye).

“Well then! I’ve had my fun for the day,” he announced casually.

“Thahat was so mean!” you groaned. He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and squeezing you in a one-armed hug for a moment.

“You know you loved every second of it,” he teased.

“Shut up, you,” you muttered, pushing him away jokingly. The two of you got back into position to try the take again.

This time, you got it right. Because honestly, nothing could have been worse than the torment he’d just put you through. But, if you were being honest with yourself, he was right - you had loved every second of it.

[freddie-weaselbee]

Stupid//F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Underaged drinking, drunk characters, Fred has a problem in his pants, undressing someone, one lil dirty joke, one horrible dad joke

Summary: Y/N decides to let loose one night at a Gryffindor party, making a slightly less drunk Fred resort to being her babysitter and hearing some confessions that sober Y/N would never dare say.

Prompts: Getting Drunk Together with dialogue prompts “I think I forgot how to breath,” and “were you dreaming of me again?”

Word Count: 1.8k just a lil shorty

A/N: Day 4 of @theweasleyslut‘s 2k writing challenge -- WAIT GUYS THIS ONE’S ACTUALLY LIKE ONE OF MY FAVS --

“Freddie catch me!” You launched yourself off the back of the velvet couch in the Gryffindor Common Room, arms and legs spread wide like you were a flying squirrel. Fred, who had his back turned to your antics, saw you right before your feet left the couch and he dove frantically toward you, catching you right before you would’ve broken your nose on the floor. “Again!”

Fred chuckled and continued to hold you much to your dismay. “I need to keep a better eye on you, don’t I?”

“Put me down!” you said, squirming in his hold. Fred decided to give you what you wanted, so he placed you down on the couch. And then he sat right on top of you. 

“Fred!” Your voice was muffled by his jumper, which you were now trying to spit out of your mouth. “Let me out, let me out you big stupid.”

“Oh I’m the big stupid?” he asked mockingly. “You almost just killed yourself for the third time tonight. I knew letting you get this wasted was a dumb idea.”

“T’was also your dumb idea,” you said, still trying to push him off of you to no avail. 

Fred glanced around the common room at who was still left. After the Quidditch match earlier and a great win for Gryffindor, Fred and George had thrown the best party that Hogwarts had ever seen, with music and food and dancing. And, of course, lots and lots of firewhisky. 

Most of the festivities had died down about an hour ago and only a handful of people remained downstairs, most either too wasted to move or babysitting those who were too wasted to move. Fred got the honor of being one of those babysitters.

He realized that he had probably pinned you down for long enough and he moved to let you have your space. You sat up gasping for air, wrapping your hands around your neck and leaning from side to side.

“I think I forgot how to breathe.”

Fred rolled his eyes and moved closer to you, grabbing your hands in his and removing them from your neck, placing them on your lap instead.  

“C’mon, stupid, it’s not that hard. Breathe in. Breathe out.”

You tried to do what he said but ended up doubling over in a coughing fit, small tufts from his jumper coming out of your mouth. 

“Bloody hell, did you inhale my jumper?!”

You giggled bashfully before sticking almost your entire hand in your mouth, pulling out a long thread and gagging in the process. 

“You’re disgusting,” he said, grabbing a nearby napkin to clean off your spit-covered hand. 

You stuck out your hand as if going in for a handshake. “Hi disgusting, I’m dad.”

“That’s not even how that joke works, dummy.” He wiped you down, grimacing as some of the spit got on his hand. Fred was not sober enough to deal with this. Earlier, when you had told him you’d never really been drunk before, only tipsy, Fred thought that tonight would be the perfect night to have you let loose if you wanted to. He promised he’d watch you and take care of his friend, which is why you finally let yourself go and had a wild time. Unfortunately, Fred had never been the responsible one before and you were good at being sneaky, so you had a lot more alcohol than he would have liked. 

His head buzzed with the firewhisky burning inside him, wishing he would’ve decided to stay sober instead of taking a handful of shots. But you just looked like you were having so much fun out there on the dance floor and he figured a few wouldn’t hurt. Now the both of you were drunk and only one of you knew how to handle their alcohol. The other now had their head laying in their best friend’s crotch. 

“Y/N!” he hissed, hoping no one was looking at the two of you, but they were all either too drunk or too distracted to notice. “Get up, what is your head doing down there?”

“You’re soft,” you said, snuggling into his lower half. 

He quickly lifted your head and put it on a pillow, grabbing another to hide a growing problem where your nose had just been. “Yeah, that’s definitely not true,” he said, laughing quietly at his own joke. He shifted for a few seconds before deeming it ok for him to stand. 

It was getting late, and Fred knew that you were already going to have a rough morning, so he’d better get you to bed as quickly as possible. 

“Alright, love, let’s--”

He cut himself off when he looked back down at you lying on the couch, completely asleep. He sighed but smiled warmly, wondering where all of the energy you had minutes ago just went. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

He reached down to pick you up, carrying you bridal style to your prefect dorm. He walked ever-so-slowly, stumbling a bit from his intoxication but determined to make sure you got back safe. After effectively ascending the stairs (thank Godric he and George had found a way past the no boys allowed charm years ago) and getting to your private room, he laid you down gently and grabbed a t-shirt and shorts for you to change into. 

He was crouched down and digging through your drawers when he heard your small voice whisper. “Freddie, I love you Freddie.”

He grabbed the clothes and sat next to you, seeing that you were still asleep. “Hey,” he said softly, shaking you awake. You swatted him away a few times before allowing yourself to open your eyes. 

“Were you dreaming of me again?” he teased. He grabbed you under your armpits and lifted your torso up, gesturing for you to put your hands in the air. You did, using all of your strength to keep you from toppling over. 

“Mhmm,” you said. “I was dreaming of you and me, and how much I love you.”

You elongated the word love, saying it in a singsong voice and bringing a smile to Fred’s face as he lifted your old shirt over your head. “I love you too, stupid, your my bestest friend.”

All of a sudden you were shaking your head, looking annoyed and angry. “No, I love you. Like love love.”

“Uh huh,” Fred replied, brain not working fast enough to catch onto what you meant. “I love love you too. Now help me get this shirt on.”

You hphmed crossly and pulled the shirt over your head. “You’re the stupid, Mr. Big Stupid. I love love love you. In my dream, you were there and you kissed me! Like this.”

You leaned forward and planted a big sloppy kiss onto Fred’s lips, immediately slumping forward into his shoulder. It took him a couple of seconds to realize what had just happened, but before he could say anything you started talking again. 

“You kissed me, then you told me how you loved me too, and how I was your favorite person in the whole wide world, even more than Georgie!” You suddenly gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. “Don’t tell Georgie I said that, I love him so much, he can’t know that I want you to love me more than him. Don’t tell, ok?” You seemed as though you were going to cry from what you had just confessed to Fred. 

“I won’t, I won’t, I pinky swear,” Fred said quickly, thrusting his pinky into your face. You frown washed away and was replaced with a gleeful smile as you shook his pinky, sealing your promise. 

“Good, I don’t want George to hate us.”

Fred pulled you into his arms and stood you up slowly, grabbing the shorts he had picked out for you. “Ok, can you take your shorts off for me please? You need to put on new ones.”

Nodding, you reached for the pants but tried to put them on over the skirt you were already wearing. 

“No no no, not like that.” Fred sighed in exasperation and decided that had had to help you with this too. “Ok hold still.”

He sunk to his knees in front of you, one hand firm on your waist in order to keep you from falling. Trying to avoid looking as much as possible, Fred fumbled around the waistband of your skirt and pulled it down, leaving you standing in only your shirt and panties. He tried not to look, but his drunk brain was making it really hard for him to control his eyes. He had you step forward into the pant legs and pulled them up nice and snug around your waist, hoping he hadn’t done anything that he shouldn’t have during the encounter. 

“Thanks love,” you slurred, falling immediately back onto the bed. “Wanna kiss me again? Like you did in my dream?”

Fred plopped down next to you, letting his fingers play with your hair as you cuddled up on your side. “Yeah, I do. But not tonight, ok? We’re both a little crazy tonight aren’t we?”

“We’re both a little stupid”

“No, we’re big stupids. Mr. and Mrs. Big Stupid.”

You laughed loudly rolling over a few times and almost falling off the bed before Fred caught you. “I wanna be your Mrs. Can I be your Mrs., Freddie? Pretty pretty please?”

He snickered, pulling the blanket up over the both of you. Staying the night would probably be for the best, especially since you didn’t have anyone else in the dorm to take care of you. “Of course, you’ll be Mrs. Freddie Big Stupid, how does that sound.”

You clapped your hands smiling into your pillow. “I’m gonna marry you. And we’re gonna have the biggest bestest wedding ever. And everyone’s gonna be there. Oh no, but we have to go on a date first. We’ve never been on a date.” You pouted. 

Fred put a finger to his chin, thinking. “How about tomorrow night we go on a date. I can take you on a beautiful picnic and we’ll watch the sun set and then you can kiss me again like you did tonight. Sound good stupid?”

“Hmm,” you said, voice trailing off as sleep threatened to overtake you again. “That sounds perfect.”

Fred bit his lip, trying to hold back a loud whoop of joy. Instead, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back into him. 

“Freddie?” you asked quietly. “Am I gonna remember this tomorrow?”

He laughed and nuzzled his head into your hair, happier than he had been in a long long time. “Probably not. But I will, and I’ll make sure to remind you.”

“Okie dokie, g’night Big Stupid.”

“G’night Big Stupid. See you in the morning.”

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[emperor-palpaminty]

41 kiss w/ Rex? Bonus for your fav arc with him

Holy shit you just requested an Umbara arc (my fav) with forbidden romance??? yes, pls don't hurt me

Kiss prompts to be found here! Submit yours if you yearn for one! I also don’t write just for clones, I’ll do any SW character except daddy palps

Rex's fist clenched as he watched the Jedi Knight talk to Krell, her hand gestures subtle, but Rex knew her well enough. As Krell’s former padawan, she knew the General best and was the most likely to stand up to him. Currently, she was arguing about tactics involving the clones. Krell was looming over her, large, but she was sturdy, stance calm, rigid, unmovable. However, Krell outranked her, and he simply stalked away, ignoring her, barking commands as he walked back towards the observation tower.

The knight chewed on her lip and turned, running her hand through her scalp. Rex tucked his helmet neatly under his arm, exhaling softly. He was fighting off agitation, because the general knew best, but the knight was more... emotionally important. Hell, more important, period. In every way.

“What was that about?” His voice was soft. Umbra was dark, always dark, but he could see the traces of rage lingering on her face.

The jedi fought off the agitation and turned to him, anger still pressing to ger lips. "He hasn't changed." She smiled at him, the weariness only shining through her eyes. "He plans to execute Jesse and Fives himself after your mission."

"Oh." Rex paused, glancing down at his own clanched fist. The Jedi and him had this odd... unspoken relationship. It was known between the two of them- and several others, apparently- that they had a band of sorts, but neither one had made the effort to identify it. Rex knew he was frightened of it. "Did you tell him you think it would be best to come with us?"

"He says I'm needed here." She sighed, her own muscles tensing. "My men- and you-"

"We'll be fine." Rex assured, gently reaching out, laying a hand on her forearm. "We've done missions without Jedi before."

Her brow creased, but she didn't move her arm away. "I know, but this time, it's just... different." She paused. "He was a good master, Rex, but he hates... he doesn't-"

"Like Clones." Rex finished. He paused, glancing back, then smiled. "Hey, we have some time. How about we do that thing you like? Tea ritual."

The jedi paused, skimming his face, lips pressing gently in a smile. "I would like that, actually."

Rex felt a grin flit to his face as he followed her to her quarters. This whole mission had been hell, Umbara had been hell, and she was his only source of sanity.

"I don't know what to do about Fives or Jesse." Rex pressed a hand to his forehead and lowered his helmet onto the small table by the door. The lighting in her room was gentle, subtle, colorful. She hummed noncomittaly and shrugged off her robe, walking to the small pot she had sitting out. Rex grinned again, worry briefly vanishing with the sight. "You were expecting this."

"I knew you would need it." She sighed, reaching down and picking up two small cups. "And I knew I would.' She poured the steaming liquid into the cup and sat down on her bed, holding out a cup to Rex, who took a seat next to her. The jedi took a sip, the drink followed by a sigh. "Rex I'm so sorry. I didn't know this would happen-"

"It isn't your fault."

"I should have been able to do more." She turned to him, cup resting gently in her fingers. She examined the simple design, the subtle green carvings in the sides. "I need to do more for all of you."

Rex hesitated, leaning forward on his knees. "You're doing enough." The tea lingered in his mouth, and he sighed. "You're enough. Some things are just... out of control."

"He's a Jedi, Rex, and it's my job to look out for you." The Jedi glanced at him, pausing, meaning swelling in her gaze. "All of you, but... I...'

Her words were lost. She glanced back away, and Rex sat back, turning to her. "Hey, hey, it's okay." His arm moved around her, tugging her to him. The Jedi leaned into him, arms tightening, a soft sob escaping her. "Shh, shh."

"It shouldn't be this way, Rex." She mumbled, allowing him to pull her closer.

"I know." His nose pressed into her hair, and he sighed, the weariness seeping back into his bones. Rex held her tight, closing his eyes as the realization that he had wanted to hold her for a long, long time sunk in, heavy, weighing even more on this. "It shouldn't, but we'll work it out."

"I still have you, though," She mumbled, voice hoarse as she tugged away to look up at him, eyes bright as she skimmed his face.

Rex's eyes were caught in hers, his soul altogether in her hands. "You do," He murmered, voice hoarse. "And you always will."

She stared up at him, as if realizing she was ensnared too, but she didn't move. The Jedi's arms slipped down to his chest, eyes betraying her thoughts as they flickered to his lips.

Rex leaned down, eyes closing, perhaps preparing for her to move away, strike him, run- but none of those happened. Her lips softly returned pressure, exploring, her fingers softly slipping up to hold his jaw.

The captain sighed against her, slowly tugging away, throat thick with nerves. "I... I've wanted that."

"Me, too." The Jedi whispered, her face tucking into his neck. "I'm sorry, We just..."

"Yeah."

The silence filled the room, heavy, unspoken excuses pressing them together.

"I should go," Rex mumbled, slowly letting her go. "I'll go."

"Be safe," she said, quietly, standing and watching him walk out. His cup of tea still rested on the small table, half empty.

The jedi exhaled and waited for a moment before walking towards the door, allowing Rex time to go. Krell had told her he needed to see her after the clones left.

___

The tower was dark, save for the faint light of the panels. "Master Krell," You said. "It's... just you."

"The other clones are out. They're doing what they were programmed to do."

You frowned, but bit your lip.

"I sense... frustration in you." Krell inhaled. "Anger. Passion."

"Yes." You paused, walking in a circle around him, and he walked with you, the opposite side of the room. "And I sense... darkness."

"Oh, my Padawan." Krell chuckled, shoulders rolling, one set of arms folding behind his back. "You're weak for them."

"I'm not your padawan anymore, Master Krell." Your voice warbled. "And this darkness-?"

"They'll return, you know." The jedi master hissed. "They'll try to kill me."

"Why would they do that?" You hissed. You knew very well why- anger, betrayal.

Pain shot through you. You felt it- Rex. Betrayal, pain, hurt, filled your soul.

Your eyes snapped to Krell, voice raising in half-panic. "You." Your words hissed in your throat. "You've organized all this. You're trying to do this-"

"Yes!" Krell laughed, nodding. "And you, my Padawan, will join me."

"Why would I do that?" You hissed, hand reaching back to the duel-bladed lightsaber on your back.

"Your passions will be your downfall," Krell spoke, moving closer to you. "Your beloved clone will die, by my hand, and you will follow me or die with him."

You snarled, hand resting on the cool metal, feet moving backwards. "I'll never join you, Krell. You'll fall today."

The master snarled, grabbing for his own sabers. "So, it's treason then."

You felt the heat of your lightsaber as it ignited, and heard the doors open as clones came sprinting in, led by Rex. "I suppose it is."

[mviswidow]

you have terrible luck

Jane Banner x Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: language, someone was murdered and all that so blood, death, etc., anxiety

Prompt: heyyy! just wanted to say that i lOve the thérèse fic you did, absolute *chef’s kiss* 🤌🏼 i was wondering if you could do a jane banner one?where y/n assists on an investigation but jane and y/n have this rivalry but also sexual tension and like the reader asks jane out a few times, and in the end jane accepts. sUm like that ya know, if you don’t mind. wind river is one of my fav films and jane is just bae

A/N: ur so sweet omg, i’m glad you liked the thérèse fic, i honestly thought no one would end up seeing it bc there’s so little thérèse content on tumblr. i hope you like this one and tyg for sending me requests for other lizzie characters :)) i love writing for them <3 i got SUPER carried away w this one.. oops? i had half the mind to make this angsty at the end but i decided against it.

“Janieee,” You called, seeing the blonde not too far away.

She turned around and rolled her eyes with a smile, “I told you not to call me that.”

You shrugged and gave her a hug to greet her, “I can’t always listen to everything you say.”

Jane chuckled at that and crossed her arms, “Didn’t think it could take you any longer to get here.”

“Well I wasn’t exactly in the state, so,” You said, squeezing your hands together as the wind picked up and you got cold, “Wasn’t the last investigation you were on in the cold, too?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” She sighed, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her jacket before looking at you for a couple of seconds, “I don’t know why they keep putting us together.”

“Oh hush, you love when we get assigned to the same investigation,” You smirked, watching her huff and start leading the way to the body. 

A few hours later, the two of you made it to lunch in a quiet diner, “Where are we staying this time?” You asked as you shrugged your coat off and put it on the back of her chair.

“We?” she said with a raised brow.

You rolled your eyes, “You know we always get put in the same hotel room for these kinds of investigations. What would you have me do, sleep outside your door?”

“Would be nice,” she said sarcastically and sat down across from you, taking off the beanie she’d been wearing and smoothing her hair back.

You hummed, “Right, I forget you aren’t used to having attractive women in your bed.”

“For christ’s sake,” Jane groaned. “Can we work together once without you doing that?”

“When you finally go out with me, sure,” You smiled.

“We’re staying at a motel nearby,” she mumbled, looking down at her menu. “Now will you stop bothering me and figure out what you’re going to eat? We don’t have all day.”

——

“Has anybody been able to identify the body yet?” Jane asked you as she walked up after she got finished with a coffee run.

“Yes, uh- Mack Byrd, he was like 24, lived with a roommate, Bradley Collins. They have a cute dog, too.”

“You got all that while I was getting coffee?” She asked with a raised brow.

“Yep, You said, popping your ‘p’ and taking the coffee she was handing you. “I got their address too, one of the officers is friends with Bradley.” 

“Good,” She gave a small nod and your heart fluttered at the praise she so rarely gave. “You haven’t spoken to the roommate, though?”

“I’m not that good, Janie,” You teased, and she rolled her eyes at the name, humming in acknowledgment before walking away.

You stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds and before you were about to start wandering, but she turned around and called out to you, “What are you doing? Let’s go.”

By the time you caught up to her, she was already in the car, “You always get to drive.” You whined as you got in and closed the door.

Jane sighed and looked at you with her eyebrow quirked, “Are you serious?”

“..Yes?”

She turned the engine on and started backing out of her parking spot, “If you aren’t annoying you can drive us to the motel.”

“Since when do we negotiate for who drives?” You scoffed getting your phone out of your pocket to connect it to the aux cord to put on music and the directions to the house. You were glad that the one thing you and Jane didn’t argue about was the music you listened to.

“Since I figured out I’d benefit from it.”

You huffed, crossing your arms and taking your coat off before putting your seatbelt on.

Some minutes later of silence between the two of you, you spoke up, “Why are you always like this?”

“God,” she muttered. “Why am I like what, Y/n?” Jane asked, sounding irritated.

You frowned and turned up the music as you leaned against the window, away from her, but she turned it back down, “like what?” she repeated.

“Do you seriously not like me or are you just mean to everyone? I thought it was cute at first but now it’s like all you do is tell me to fuck off or that I’m annoying you.”

“Oh,” she sighed again. “Well, I’m not mean to everyone, I-”

Whatever she was going to say was interrupted by her phone going off, and you looked over to see your boss’ name on the screen.

She picked it up and spent the rest of the short car ride talking to him, and when you got to the house you opened the car door and got out quickly, not bothering to put on your coat until you were outside and the door was shut.

The rest of the day was really awkward. Usually, you bantered with her and it would make her laugh until she got bored of it, but you didn’t feel like talking to her so you tried your best to just talk to Bradley and ignore the way Jane’s eyes burned holes into your head.

When you’d gotten some information and it was time to leave, you said goodbye, offered your condolences, and went outside, leaving her to be walked out by the man. You made it to the car and stood by the passenger side, not wanting to have whatever stupid and awkward conversation she would try to have.

She seemed to get it because she just went around the car and unlocked it as she got to her side. You sat facing away from her the whole time. Was it childish? Yeah, maybe.

——

Jane let you shower first, and once she got in the bathroom for her turn, you made yourself tea in the little kitchen before leaving the room with a blanket around your shoulders to sit outside the doorstep in front of the balcony railing and watch cars pass every once in a while.

You enjoyed the sound of the cars passing and the wind blowing gently as you tried to ignore the uneasy feeling in your stomach. You didn’t want to fight with Jane. You teased each other a lot but it never got this serious.

Though you didn’t like to let yourself think about it very often, you liked Jane a lot. You had since the day you met her. There was a whole lot of sexual tension between the two of you, she knew it and so did you. The bickering was hot, the way she occasionally stared at you was hot, hell even the way she dismissed you after you said something stupid was hot. She didn’t seem like the type to date a coworker, though Maybe sleep with one, but your feelings would get complicated and then it would make things weird between the two of you.

Your sulking was interrupted when the door behind you was opened. You looked over your shoulder to see Jane in sweats letting out a breath of relief. You sighed and turned back to look at the street again while Jane hesitantly sat beside you.

Upon glancing at her, you realized you’d never really seen her looking this nervous before. You felt her looking at you for a few seconds before she cleared her throat and you looked over at her.

“I’m really sorry.”

“Okay,” You nodded hesitantly, waiting for her to say something else.

“I don’t dislike you, at all- it’s really the opposite. I think you’re really sweet and funny and you’re great company. I don’t think you’re annoying either-”

Your brow furrowed, “So now you can say you don’t think I’m annoying after you’ve hurt my feelings, but you complain about me all the time, so that means basically nothing.”

She nodded, “I know, and really, I am sorry. I have a habit of getting weird and kind of defensive around the people who I- well, like... I’m not good at showing people that I like them- their company. I’m trying to work on it. I don’t mean to be difficult and I don’t want this to fuck things us between because as much as we bicker and tease each other, I do like to think that we’re kind of friends.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, playing with your blanket for a few seconds, “You’re not as much of a bitch as I thought.”

Jane hit your arm playfully as you giggled, “Dick.”

“Hey, I thought the apology meant you were going to be nice to me from now on.”

“Nicer,” She chuckled. 

You turned towards her a bit, and pulled your legs up to your chest to rest your head on your knees, “But thank you for apologizing. I appreciate it.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” Jane frowned a bit as she turned towards you a little, matching the way you were sitting.

“I know,” you nodded. “But since it seems to be vulnerability night.. does it bother you that I ask you out all the time? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

“No,” She blushed as she shook her head. “It’s cute.”

“So you will go out with me then?”

“We’ll just have to see,” Jane hummed, making you laugh. “But you’re not mad at me anymore?”

“Not really. You’re pretty good company too,” You smiled, watching the way her hands were wrapped around herself, rubbing her arms. “Are you cold yet?”

“A little,” her nose scrunched and she let go of herself, flexing her fingers.

You sighed softly and got off the ground, “Let’s go inside.”

The rest of your night was spent well. You and Jane talked more than usual, and the conversations were more normal, with less teasing between the two of you. You shared a bed, which wasn’t new. 

You said goodnight to each other, you turned towards the edge of the bed, and after a short minute, you felt Jane moving around. She stopped when she was right behind you. Her forearm was against your back and you could feel her hair against your neck. 

Your demeanor towards each other over the next few days was calmer than usual. The teasing continued, of course, but it was more flirty and playful. You continued investigating after the medical examiner marked the case as a murder.

The nights were more than nice. Once you guys entered the motel every night, things felt very domestic. You’d fallen into a little routine to get ready for bed, one night you watched the Great British Baking Show together because apparently she loved it. 

After the first night, Jane started sleeping closer to you, and you stopped turning towards the edge of the bed. She seemed to seek out your touch.

On what neither of you knew would be your last night in the motel, you asked her about it.

“Are you okay?” You said quietly after she’d reached out for your arm.

“Is this not.. if you aren’t okay with it I can stop-”

“No, no- it’s nice. I’m just asking.”

You couldn’t see her since it was dark, but you heard her sigh and you felt her hand squeeze around your arm the tiniest bit, “I just get really anxious during the day because of like- I don’t know. Just- the last investigation I was on was kind of scary. I know this is our job but it doesn’t make it any better. Being around you helps, I think.”

“C’mere,” You sighed softly, turning to face her and holding your arms out.

“Are you sure?” She asked hesitantly.

“Mhm, get over here.”

Jane shuffled forwards and let out a breath when you pulled her closer and she tucked her head underneath your chin. She wrapped her arm around your waist, holding tightly, and you draped your arm over her to rub her back until she fell asleep.

——

“You have shit luck, Jane,” You huffed, because this was Jane’s second investigation in a row that has involved a shoot-out.

“Shut up, Y/n,” She hissed, breathing heavily as she pressed her back against the wall, getting ready to turn the corridor when she heard voices coming from far away.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” You said, breathlessly before putting your hand on your arm. “Stay here, I’ll go.”

She looked conflicted, and her eyes flicked between yours before she grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you forward, kissing you eagerly for a few seconds.

When she pulled away you gave her a cheeky smile before turning the corner.

——

“Will you go on a date with me now?” You asked after Jane ended the call with your boss.

She bit her lip and smiled before nodding, “Yeah, yes. I really want to go on a date with you.”

[0xeyedaisy]

I was bored and this is a very long post

I felt like rewatching some Tales From The SMP, rn I'm watching the Haunted Mansion, and I also felt like writing down things I find interesting abt characters or whatever, maybe some moments I liked, this is like me liveblogging, except very late and all in one post, there might be some mistakes but I'm too tired to fix em

The fact that all these ppl are Connor's (best) friends and they aren't popular

Also ppl probably already pointed out how this episode was set in the present time, the episode was streamed on march 4, tho I don't remember what was even happening on the smp at the time

Karl doesn't remember being invited, even tho Connor did invite him, also Karl just appeared in the room that didn't have any way of entering it

Connor appreciates Karl being here

Karl, about Francis: Doesn't he remind you of anyone you know?

Connor: Listen, I have a lot of friends in prison and he definitely fits the bill

Francis: Prison???

c!Karl canonically streams minecraft

Joey likes basketball, fav player Michael Jordan

Any friend of Connor is a friend of Joey, he seems to be a friendly guy! (Joey my beloved)

Greg is a nerd (Tho he thinks he's cool)(Francis also thinks he's pretty cool) and only came cuz a couple of ppl insisted upon it

The twins have a lot of milk on them

Connor says Porkums' been through a lot

Francis is a little bitch

Zachery suggested to eat Karl cuz he was walking on the table

Francis said to Rash "It's okay Rash, he didn't mean to forget you", as if Rash didn't get introduced to Karl, even tho he was the first to be introduced

Porkums believes that circles aren't real, only squares

Porkums: Let's do underage gambling! (Porkums for Las Nevadas anyone?)

The twins: YES!!!

Ash loves gambling

Gump stinks (Also he has been switching between a sleeveless shirt and a shirt w/ long sleeves throughout the whole episode)

Tho Greg thinks it's Francis who stinks

Gump took a shower last month

Karl thinks Gump reeks of alcohol

The moment alcoholism was mentioned Glatt appears

Ash says Glatt smells of cigarettes, Zachery says he also smells of bad decisions

When mentioned that Glatt has been dead for a while, Zachery whispered to Ash "Did we kill him?"

Zachery, looking at Karl and Glatt talking: Are they kissing???

Glatt says he reflected on how he was a president of DSMP (?) and read the bible, and now he wants to own a property and become a landlord

Porkums' hat (That Glatt is making fun of) belonged to his mother, meaning she might be dead, or not

Joey thinks Porkums' hat is kinda cool!

Glatt's legs don't work (sometimes?) and his bones hurt

Francis set very close to Glatt (Tbh this is the second time I'm watching this episode and I noticed that Francis might have a thing for Glatt)

Ash doesn't know how to play Duck Duck Goose

Glatt kept saying Duck Duck Go instead of Duck Duck Goose

Greg has been running around for like a minute now

Glatt got sticky knees

Porkums is 36, he got held back a lot (So did Gump)

Francis yet again was standing very close to Glatt

Ppl are being rude to Gump :[

Glatt asked if Gump liked enclosed areas where you can't see sunlight and Gump nodded, so I guess he does like those! Good for him

Glatt has been making a lot of money of off rentals, he also invested in bitcoin at a very early stage

Ppl started making fun of Rash's name and Porkums said to leave him alone

Glatt finds Greg attractive

Connor says there's no universal currency on DSMP, Glatt says they deal in cryptocurrency

Francis doesn't know what a government is

Glatt says he built the Mansion by hand

Connor has bad social skills

Glatt saying Bababooey and yeeting Connor into the depths of hell, I just think it's hilarious seeing Connor's name zooming down

Francis says to Glatt that he's awesome, Porkums calls him a simp

Glatt calls Francis handsome

Glatt throws a grass block on the ground and Francis immediately picks it up

After Glatt makes Porkums disappear Joey yells out "Porkums noooo!!" and Ash says he really misses Porkums, Zachary asks to get Porkums back, Rash (Tho it seems he's generally worried abt everyone, except Joey) also seemed to be worried abt Porkums' disappearance

c!Connor also canonically streams minecraft

Glatt seems to like Rash and Gump as he saves them both from death

Glatt feels bad for Gump, he says that Gump was like him at school, he'd get picked last (Glatt is projecting)

Ash accidentally kills Gump (He fell down the stairs), says that he gets mad sometimes

Gump dies again to the landmines

Zachery says that they should invest in landmines, Ash says he would like landmines for Christmas

Joey and Ash came last in the parkour thingy and Joey said he wanted to make sure that Ash was okay :,]

Francis helped Greg and Karl says they have a lot of "synergy" (?), Ash reckons they're dating

It's Gump's birthday!! Greg says that Gump only showers on his birthday, Gump says it's true (Even tho he did also say that he showered last month, maybe there was a special day)

They're taking a photo!

They're beating the shit out of Gump, it's the birthday punches

Francis is being a little shit (So are the other tbh)

I like how Ash and Zachary sometimes say hi to each other when they finish w/ parkour :]

Joey's full name is Joey Pop

Ash says that Porkums is his hero, Zachery agrees, then they and Joey say that they like Porkums and his hat!! (There are gaps in time between some of these lines)

Glatt loves Francis' mustache

They're now making fun of Joey's hat

Joey says he'll do a kick w/ his skateboard, Karl says that's not what jocks do

Railroad time!!

Francis broke the railroad

Even tho Zachery fell into the lava he didn't die

Glatt has taken Gump

Glatt: For the sake of the lore these are my pliers *Holds a pickaxe*

Joey's fav drink is water

I think Rash and Joey have some kind of beef w/ each other

Zachery fell into a hole and Ash immediately went w/ him and said "Just twin things"

Ash said "Doesn't Gump have kids?"

Karl: Oh, there's a lever? *Sits down on a bed* Now there's a lover

Then Joey sits next to him and Rash sits directly on him

Rash found a nether star and put it on his head and showed it to Karl

Ash for some reason can't bounce

Glatt says that he's changed and that he's better and the best landlord on the planet

Ash said that Glatt should double the rent (Which is 0 for this specific night), and Glatt loved that idea and said that he and Ash should do business together

Glatt called Greg a Lover Boy

Glatt choose Ash as one of the ppl who get yeeted to his lair, saying that he could teach Ash abt real estate and show him real estate tik toks

Ash keeps punching the air in Zachery's direction (DO NOT SEPERATE THEM)

Glatt choose Karl as the 3rd victim and you can hear Rash say his name in an upset tone

Francis sacrifices himself to be the 3rd victim

Francis is chosen to be the one to put the star (Mother fucker really said "Do you grace me with this honor Glatt")

Joey says that he loved Porkums and to stop making fun of him, he was a great guy

Francis calls them Dumb Hat Buddies

Rash and Joey are butting foreheads, they have beef w/ each other I'm telling ya

Francis: You'll be my buddy, Glatt :)

Rash and Joey seem upset about Francis getting yeeted, Joey says he misses his mustache

Glatt was also trying to get Ash, Glatt wanted to teach him real estate, but accidentally yeeted the wrong twin

He also accidentally made Ash disappear, but the kid came back unharmed

Ash is sad :[

Greg says that Zachery should've been named "Rash", so the twins would be Ash and Rash, Karl says "Maybe you should've told that to their Moms", meaning Ash and Zachary have two moms!!

I think Glatt just made a bottom joke towards Greg

Karl keeps telling Joey about liking fire (??? Is that, like, a thing for jocks to do or)

Karl tells Rash that he's strong and correct and Rash says that he has a strong urge to smooch Karl

Joey calls Greg a beast cuz he's good at jumping other cobwebs

Then he calls Greg an idiot cuz Greg was taking too long to jump other a hole

Ash can play piano, he told so Joey

A small part of the mansion has been overtaken by what looks like The Egg (There are a bunch of blocks from the nether), tho there's some green in it and there also was a spider egg in a frame

Karl says that Greg's and Francis' synergy was a lot more important than Rash's synergy, Joey says that Rash gets jealous a lot

Glatt: Are we friends, Karl?...

Karl:*Looks around in silence*

They are going into the lair!

Connor said that all the ppl who got sent into the lair are dead and Ash was saying "Wait..." in disbelief

They aren't actually dead

Porkums is teabagging Glatt's tomb where his dead body lays

Glatt likes being a landlord but he's also lonely

Everyone who got yeeted into the lair seemed fine w/ it and were having fun

Karl says that he hates everybody and leaves

Aaand that's it, I think there's some Inbetween stuff happening after all that but I'm tired and going to bed