#shut idc let me cry in peace

[spookylizpg]

My honest reaction at MK1 Ermac:

That's it I'm done with this fandom brO WTFFFFFF IM SO DONE, IM SO DONE- BRO I FELT THIS STUFF WAS GONNA HAPPEN- BRO I AM NOT OKAY, HOLY SHIT-

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

[konigenblobbity]

your angst is so UGHHHHH AMAZING. im literally reading every single thing on your masterlist. i need more hobie hurt/comfort or miguel or anyone actually idc who it is i just love your writingggg. maybe like they’ve had a bad day and reader tries to help but instead they get annoyed and say sum ab then being annoying n never shutting up and reader gets quiet after and stuff. although i’ll literally read anything you put out thank you!!!

Request: Out of Line [Hobie]

Hobie x GN!Reader

—> [Miguel’s Version]

Warnings: Angst, yelling, insults, sad reader, comforting, crying, cursing

A/n: Such kind praise anon literally tysm. I love writing angst, it’s just fun to make characters suffer :) but yes! This idea is so good. I also made one for Miguel. enjoy meine Lieben!

You were sat next to Hobie on the couch, an arm wrapped around his shoulder while the other sat on his thigh. Your gaze sympathetic and kind as you looked at your boyfriend, body slumped over from exhaustion and disappointment. His elbows were resting on his knees, head resting on his hands as he was lost in his thoughts, still frustrated from todays mission.

Once he entered and slammed the door, you know the mission went wrong. He had been unexpectedly pulled away that afternoon when Miguel said it was an emergency. Hobie left with a smile and kiss goodbye… only to return with a grimace and a set of gritted teeth.

The only thing he told you was that he was responsible for losing sight of the anomaly and Miguel gave him an earful for it.

So there you were, comforting and reassuring your boyfriend with your words, throwing praises onto him like a crazed fan girl. “You are absolutely phenomenal Hobie. Don’t ever question that. No matter how much Miguel scolds you or criticizes you, you are an amazing part of the team that Miguel is lucky to have” you wouldn’t stop.

In your mind you saw that as a good thing… that Hobie would appreciate how you showered him with affection, but truly it was getting on his nerves. Wishing he could’ve just come home and forgotten all about Miguel and the mission, but no… now he had to hear about it at home too.

“You’re an amazing spider-man, one of the best that spider society has! Remember when you took care of that prowler anomaly single handedly? Or that green goblin anomaly from last week? Miguel didn’t seem to thank you for that if I remember! Now he suddenly decides to get up in your business?!” With each word you were giving him a soft caress on his shoulder or gently shaking his thigh.

His shoulder tensed under your hand, you thought it was because of an injury but if you only knew what really had him so irritated. His eyes were clenching shut, trying to fight the part of him that calls your voice annoying and yells at him to tell you to shut up… because he knows you’re trying, and usually he loves it! Oftentimes the only thing that helps is when your voice rambles on and envelops him like a warm embrace.

“Im gonna say it! Miguel should just keep his mouth shut I think! He-“ you were ready to say another whole soliloquy before Hobie’s voice cut through your own “No you should! I swear all you do is ramble and it drives me up the fucking wall. So just shut it!” His tone was laced with venom, every word a jab to your heart.

His head was turned to look at you with unforgiving eyes, burning with an unbridled rage that you knew wasn’t aimed at you… but it still felt personal. He lets out a light chuckle and when he smiles maliciously it, had your skin crawling. “After todays mission I want some peace and quiet. The sound of your voice is doing my head in. So do me a favor and take your own advice.”

You slowly pull away your hands, noticing how his body relaxes slightly when you do, which only made you more upset. “O-oh… okay” your voice was soft, but clearly shaken. After that you sit in silence for a few minutes, the only audible sound being Hobie sighing every once in a while.

Every second of silence is another second of you pondering and recounting what Hobie said to you. Playing it over in your head until you felt your eyes begin to gloss over. You take that as your sign to leave, clearing your throat and mumbling out a soft “i-I’ll see you upstairs” before leaving without another word.

Hobie stayed downstairs for a bit longer, organizing his thoughts and using the silence to quell his irritation. He then had the opportunity to think back on what he said to you. Cursing into his palm when he realizes just how harsh he got with you.

This wasn’t the first time… he often got harsh and lost his filter when he was in a bad mood; you always understood that. Whenever he’d go off on you, you never took it personally, understanding that he was in a bad mood or a poor state.

He’d always come up to you later and apologize for what he said, and he was lucky because you always understood and forgave him. Afterwards he’d cuddle up with you, telling you all about the terrible day he had or how horrible his mission went. You were always there to comfort him, listening to every word.

This time was different though. He didn’t just make an offhanded comment about how he wanted silence or how you weren’t helping, he made it personal by insulting your voice, a part of yourself that he usually loved and was now suddenly deeming as headache inducing.

When Hobie eventually went upstairs, he found you sitting in bed, back against the headboard, looking at your phone, not even sparing him a glance. He walked over and sat on the edge of his side of the bed, placing a hand on your thigh. You didn’t react so he took the time to apologize.

“Hey love… look, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Todays mission just left me absolutely gutted and I just felt right shit. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. It was just really rough and I fucked up bad” his hand absentmindedly caresses your thigh as he spoke. You didn’t move and just let out a hum in response.

He paused and hesitated before speaking “I-I’m really sorry…. I didn’t mean it love. You know that right?” he leans forward and goes to kiss your lips, you turn your head so kiss lands on your cheek instead. He was slightly surprised but more disappointed. He decided not to press the topic though. “alright… I’m gonna go get ready and I’ll be back” he says and walks off to the bathroom.

When he comes back out, you’d shifted to be lying on your side, back to him, as if you’re ready to go to sleep. As he gets into the bed behind you, he notices how your eyes are still open and you were just looking at your phone.

He leans over your figure “Love? A-are we not gonna cuddle?” his voice was soft, you could hear the slight pout in his voice. To his question you shake your head, he moved onto his side of the bed and positioned himself to sit against the headboard.

“Oh… can I tell you about my mission though?” you could hear the dejection in his tone but managed to brush it off. You shrug causing Hobie to hesitate, but after a pause he begins to tell you about the mission, going on and on, but never once do you react.

“And then, that prick just threw a sign at me! A goddamn sign, can you believe that?” He looked over at your figure waiting for a response, waiting for you to agree with him or encourage him to continue talking as you usually did, but you still don’t say a word.

He clears his throat at the silence “b-but it really hurt and my shoulders still sore because of it” he continued to complain hoping you’d break your vow of silence but he still got nothing. He can see you’re still awake which causes him to huff out in disappointment, a pout forming on his lips. He shifts on the bed and placed his chin to rest on your arm.

“Love? Why’d you go so quiet?” He watched your expression, it didn’t shift and you just continued to scroll through your phone. There was a pause and then he spoke again. “Was it because of what I said earlier?” You stop scrolling on your phone and he takes that as a sign that he guessed right.

“God… love I didn’t know it hurt you that bad. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have said it and I didn’t mean it. Not even the slightest bit” he wraps his arm around your waist trying to pull you back against his chest. Much to his relief you didn’t struggle or try to move away, allowing him to pull you against his chest.

“I love the sound of your voice, I look forward to hearing it after every mission. I was just really irritated and I snapped at you for no reason” you put your phone down but still don’t look or speak to him. He let out a soft sigh and the hand on your waist began to trace soft circles on your skin.

“I’ll keep apologizing as long as it takes for you to speak again. I miss your voice love. Please… even if it’s quiet? I wanna hear it” he placed a kiss on your shoulder, and kept it nuzzled against your arm as he waited patiently.

“You said it drives you up the wall…” a smile graced his lips as you finally spoke, it was a soft murmur but it was something. He places another kiss on your shoulder “Thats not true, I was being stupid. You have every right to be upset with me, it was a daft thing to say and I was being a proper prick” you hum softly in agreement, which he took as a sign of encouragement.

He continued to place kisses on your arm and shoulder “You agree don’t you? Hm?” He says and you shrug, a small smile beginning to appear on your lips. His arm wraps further around your waist, beginning to roll you onto your back as his playful kisses moved to your neck. “Cmon you can say it, I was being stupid, I was being a prick… go on” he had a smirk on his face as he kissed at your jaw.

You chuckle softly and then look into his eyes, a smile now settled on your lips. “You really were. The biggest prick I’ve ever met” you say and he pulls away and gives you a fake pout. “Ouch… now that hurts” you roll your eyes and he chuckles softly. He leans back down and begins to pepper kisses all over you face.

“I’m really sorry love” he says and pulls away to look at you with a gentle smile. You sigh out but smile at him. “I believe you” You shift slightly so you’re sitting back against the headboard “but what I can’t believe…” you begin to say and Hobie looks at you curiously.

“Is that that goddamn anomaly threw a sign at you?!” You say exaggerating your shock but loving the smile that it puts on Hobie’s face. “I know!” He say and moves to rest his head against your lap. Letting go of your waist and intertwining his hand with yours to wrap them around his shoulders.

For the rest of that night he recounted his mission to you, every small detail and every tiny slip up, but this time you actually reacted. And every time you spoke his heart sang at the sound of your voice.

[mulletmitsuya]

Toman groupchat (everyone's alive so everyone is here, it's also extremely long)

Warnings: swearing, suggestive! chaos, kinda offensive (no offensive terms used)

Desc: this is how they joined toman btw wakui texted me and said this

Takemitchy: ok everyone's here now

Mikey: yeah we added everyone

Mikey: me and Mitchy made a groupchat that'll have all of us here so that we can all be friends. you cannot leave🙂

Izana: i want to call you a homophobic slur

Ran: unprovoked?

Baji: with Takemitchy and Mikey, it's always provoked

Rindou: aren't there actual gay people that you'll offend tho. i won't let the gays be offended by this

Rindou: Takashi don't worry i'll protect you bro

Mitsuya: great

Hakkai: leave him alone Ran😐

Ran: i didn't even do anything Hakkai leave me alone 😭

Takemitchy: only peace and love here guys

Smiley: bull fucking shit

Smiley: i will cause problems intentionally you fucknut

Angry: Smiley😡

Mochi: this isn't gonna work but okay

Smiley: shave off your eyebrows and start again

Mochi: they'll just grow back the same, motherfucker😐

Smiley: you didn't do that to look cool??

Mochi: no

Smiley: what side did you get them from?

Mochi: my moms?

Mochi: why does this matter

Smiley: she must be ugly as shit, damn

Senju: naur 💀

Mochi: i'm going to be violent with you

Smiley: come at me bro

Smiley: nvm you're 6'5 and built like a gorilla

Smiley: i'll accept my loss here

Mikey: i get so happy when i see you all like this

Baji: man stfu you always saying some weird shit

Baji: you and Takemitchy are weird and i'm on to you

Baji: always talking about how "the fruit of our labour has finally flourished"

Baji: weird

Mikey: i never said that wtf😭

Kakucho: Takemitchy did, he says it a lot

Takemitchy: uh do i? it's a lyric from a song that's stuck in my head lmao

Kakucho: you always say it while crying and looking at all of us you weirdo

Izana: this is why people used to be hanged for being gay

Mikey: can u leave him alone

Izana: i don't have to listen to you, i'm older

Mikey: ok, no pupils head ass

Izana: ok, no bitches head ass

Emma: stop fighting, I'll tell Shini-nii☹️

Izana: you're such a pick me Emma oh my god

Emma: i'm not, i only needed one man to pick me😚

Draken: 🙂

Emma: 😕

Draken: ...

Emma: 😒

Draken: 😑

Draken: fine

Draken: i love you Emma, my beautiful girlfriend and future wife❤

Emma: i love you too Kennyy omg😭❤❤❤

Senju: you just forced him to say that why r u so happy 💀

Yuzuha: why am i here

Takemitchy: we need a few responsible people who r scary

Yuzuha: but...nvm

Draken: why do you have fangirls following you

Yuzuha: idk i'm just pretty great

Draken: fair

Chifuyu: i wish i had fangirls

Kazutora: you're ugly

Chifuyu: 😐

Baji: if y'all start again i'll ram a cactus down your throats

Chifuyu: I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING

Baji: Kazutora's troubled, stop provoking him. you make eye contact for too long

Baji: you know that agitates him

Kazutora: 😋

Mikey: why r u talking about him like he's a creature or smth

Baji: to some extent he is

Kazutora: hey

Chifuyu: but Baji-san he's doing this on purpose this is so unfair 😭

Draken: Kazutora stop using the mentally ill card

Kazutora: fine, jeez😒

Senju: it's great to have friends tbh

Sanzu: don't say that, it's embarassing

Shion: i still don't believe Sanzu's a dude

Shion: he's too pretty and petite like a girl idc

Shion: like you'll have to take your dick out and show it to me for me to believe me you

Rindou: yo?

Baji: 🤨

Mikey: dude...

Hakkai: can you ever behave

Chifuyu: c'mon man

Smiley: fucking Shion man

Izana: why did you speak

Shion: aren't we all equal here

Izana: who told you that

Shion: your brother, sir

Mucho: Shion stop talking

Shion: y'all switch up rq huh😒

Rindou: everyone shut up and pay attention to me

Mitsuya: i mean this genuinly, i hate it here

Rindou: you're a hater

Mitsuya: that's what i just-

Mitsuya: 😊

Rindou: ok now that Mitsuya's done whining i need help with my stage name

Angry: for what bestie

Rindou: DJing

Hakkai: i thought i was bestie but okay 😒

Angry: you're both bestie

Rindou: i thought I was bae tho lol

Angry: um 🙁

Rindou: i was joking you're ugly

Rindou: this is why your brother has bitches and you don't

Angry: why'd u get so triggered

Angry: and we have the same face😐

Rindou: it's different

Ran: shhhhh this is getting nowhere

Rindou: but my stage name

Smiley: stfu Ran you're a homosexual

Izana: i knew it 😟

Chifuyu: it's always violence with y'all damn

Mikey: OHHH THAT'S WHY U STAND LIKE THAT LMAO

Kakucho: i thought Ran was popular with the ladies

Angry: so which is it Ran? homo or hetero

Kazutora: 💀

Ran: whatever i feel that day

Ran: a hole is a hole after all

Mucho: can you not

Sanzu: 🤢

Rindou: he's lying to you he has no bitches

Rindou: all he does is sleep and do his hair

Ran: i never claimed to have bitches all i did was say i don't have a preference when it comes to gender or sex

Ran: why do people attack me for no reason i'm just sitting here being pretty

Mikey: two flamboyant bisexuals

Mikey: silly Koko and silly Ran

Koko: pls don't say that

Mikey: that you're silly?

Koko: uh, yes

Mikey: ok silly goose

Koko: 😐

Baji: i hate you all and wish i wish i was dead

Baji: i would rather stab myself to death than be here

Mikey: don't fucking say that Keisuke😐

Mikey: i don't find you funny

Mikey: why would you say that

Baji: damn chill what's wrong with you

Takemitchy: we shouldn't joke about death😐

Takemitchy: and let's remember that suicide isn't the only option

Takemitchy: there's always help❤👊

Baji: DO U GUYS SEE WHAT I MEAN

Baji: THEY'RE WEIRD

Inupi: suspicious

Senju: shut up pretty boy

Senju: you're absolutely gorgeous

Senju: that didn't come out the way i wanted it to

Inupi: ?

Sanzu: how did you want it to come out???

Kazutora: i mean he's not wrong he's so beautiful

Kazutora: not in a gay way tho like it just is what it is

Inupi: ...thank you, i guess

Kazutora: i wanna fuck him

Kazutora: idk what happened there, my bad

Chifuyu: chill out

Kazutora: you have a tiny dick

Chifuyu: 😐

Baji: Kazutora c'mon man

Baji: i'm starting to think you're the problem

Kazutora: i'm just flirting

Kazutora: in a homie typa way if ykwim

Baji: i do not

Hanma: good morning my cockroaches

Smiley: fuck you

Hanma: it's a bdsm today💘

Hanma: we should go out and have a beach day and catch jellyfish so that they can sting us and we can pee on each other to stop the pain

Hanma: who ever gets peed on first loses haha

Mitsuya: who even let you in here

Smiley: you gotta go to jail for that

Smiley: he can't keep getting away with this

Draken: wait what did he mean when he said it's a bdsm day am i the only one who's concerned

Kisaki: he thinks it means beautiful day sunny morning

Draken: oh...ok

Mikey: ain't no way

Kazutora: i'll send you a link Hanma dw bro I got you

Kisaki: don't we're in public

Hanma: ohoho this is inhumane why are they doing that🤠

Kisaki: curse you, Kazutora

Kazutora: don't kink shame

Baji: please stop watching graphic porn

Kazutora: no one wants to have sex with me what else should i do

Chifuyu: it's cause of the way you act

Kazutora: let's go outside real quick

Chifuyu: i'm sick of you let's go

Emma: they are going to kiss

Senju: it's giving enemies to loves slow burn

Baji: it's all coming together

Smiley: stop normalizing gay people🙏

Mikey: homophobes get fired from Toman

Smiley: fine

Smiley: slay or whatever the fuck ❤🧡💛💚💜👁👅👁🏳️‍🌈

Yuzuha: feels like a hatecrime tbh

Yuzuha: anyway me and Hakkai r getting on the plane so our phones r gonna be off

Hakkai: see you soon Taka-chan 😊

Mitsuya: yeah stay safe🧡

Angry: what about the rest of us 🙁

Draken: kys Shiba's

Hakkai: huh???

Yuzuha: what'd we do even

Mitsuya: Draken? why'd u say that

Draken: what did I say??

Mikey: kys=kill yourself

Draken: no???

Draken: kys=keep yourself safe

Mikey: who told him that

Smiley: 😁

[ca-suffit]

my inbox got *so* quiet the last couple days but then I noticed something interesting.

almost everything was about sam or lestat again

then look at how virginia is posting now

and this

this side has always needed to pretend this is about something else so they don't have to talk about fandom racism. some of the asks I got might have been real but the timing of this feels sus. trying to get me to talk shit about sam but when I didn't post anything for days u decided to get the gossip rolling urself? that's what this is lol. faked outrage to stir the pot. u have to subtly aim at black fans again and also go deeper into ur weird parasocial sam reid feelings so u feel important and loved. wtf.

didn't u all send sam a fan art book and other stuff ur always being loud about cuz he mentioned having it in interviews a few times? don't u visit him on sets and tell him u luv him all the time (I've seen the posts lol). he's fucking with u so u will watch the show more and react just like this lol idiots.

the last fangs psa post also tried to pretend it was about this

the craziest thing about this tho is that after she was done aiming at the black and brown fans, she posts a big part about this white guy *with a lestat icon* but.............now it's about race??

isn't it weird how they can't keep to one story lol. it's all about hating lestat except for when u can't use that against a white lestat fan u wish would stfu so u pull the "I'm black" card instead and then reveal u have no friends lol.

this has never been about lestat or sam. it's an excuse because they don't have the range to speak about why lestat being judged for his ignorant white shit feels uncomfortable to them (especially if they want to fuck him, cuz I'm p sure fangs does). they get off power tripping on telling white fans it's okay to do racist shit if u hate the "right" ppl. her and keybearer are the first to do dumb shit to alienate themselves but blame everyone else for it. then cry to white fandom for hugs because they know how easy it is to get white ppl to feel good about shit if u stroke the fires of antiblackness in them. nobody is kicking u out of spaces unless ur doing some fuckshit but white ppl only hear "I'm black and ppl are being mean to me :(" and then rush to do the most racist shit ever because u just gave them a "good" excuse to do it. if a lot of black ppl are defending a white person who talks about antiblackness and ur the only black person saying that's wrong? u are the one who is the problem! especially because fangs and keybearer are both *not* american and nearly everyone from "this subset" is......and that is also the show's focus, that is louis' struggle! not to mention how fangs got upset about *this* in the cap but then had no issue pulling out talk of the fucking palestine genocide on a black american fan, to say that black americans don't suffer oppression. is this the real reason nobody likes ur bitch ass, mayhaps?

them being unable to let anyone know peace because of their own bad feelings is the most annoying thing. the show hits u over the head with the "memory is a monster" thing. we *know* we're gonna be seeing different versions of ppl and events and that's alot of what makes it interesting and fun. it's insane u keep pretending we're ignorant to this, as if u *also* haven't been crying for years now about "wait until lestat tells his side!!!!" we have fucking heard ur annoying asses jfc. WE KNOW.

but u have these ppl who can't hear a word against their fav without pulling out the books and showing u some sad lestat passage to change ur mind. girl shut up idc?? can't u let ppl like things as they come gd. what's the harm in enjoying the journey. u assholes are always saying ur so smart but then u have tantrums that the show isn't on book 12 already and ppl don't luv lestat enough yet. who tf cares? he's literally all the tags are whenever a 2 second clip shows up in any S2 thing rn, what are u even complaining about.

fucking crazy that this is louis' story but the focus is always on why isn't lestat getting more attention, why do ppl hate lestat, why is everyone mean to lestat. nobody frames it like that because then u'd v easily understand how stupid and racist this shit rly is. when u speak up in defense about any black character they literally accuse u of being the woke mob but ok lol. "did u listen to what jacob *a black man* said about the character being a crazy liar, sweetie??" (example 1, example 2) this shit is so obvious.

[togrowoldinv]

Midnights Thoughts!!!

Okay y’all I’m dropping my first thoughts on midnights below. Let’s chat about the album!

Overall, I love it, I love it, I love it! Very lyric styles of folklore and evermore meets the sounds of Lover and Rep!

Lavender Haze:

-Okay this is the pop music standard

-the lyric “one night or a wife” so true

-we are back in bridge city

Maroon:

-sick New York reference

-bopping chorus

-“so scarlet it was maroon” very Wanda

-“carnations you thought were roses, that’s us” JESUS CHRIST

-scarlet lips seems a lil fruity

-easily a fave

Anti-Hero:

-this is for the archer girlies

-“I’m the problem, it’s me” ☹️

-“I wake up screaming from dreaming”

-it is definitely exhausting being the anti-hero

-it’s giving Natasha

Snow On The Beach:

-the beginning of this song is like when you aren’t sure if you really saw someone or you just wanted to see someone so your brain told you that you did

-“stars by the pocketful” is actually so cute

-lyrically brilliant

-where’s Lana though?

-the key change is good

You’re On Your Own, Kid:

-immediately chills

-this makes me nostalgic for high school

-reminds me of my friends and how I love them so much and how we have each other even as time changes

-“just to find my dreams aren’t rare” SHUT UP TAYLOR

-“pages turned with bridges burned” end of rep vibes

-very big sister energy

Midnight Rain:

-the beginning is wild

-lyrically I enjoy it

-very true of thinking of someone after a long time

-could make a good fic

Question…?:

-“a color I’ve searched for since” very illicit affairs like

-she says “her” a lot

-upbeat but sad

-“did you wish you put up more of a fight?”

-bridge city

Vigilante Shit:

-great vibes

-definitely the revenge she spoke of

-the girl from mad woman

-girl power anthem

-“don’t get sad, get even” tattoo this on my forehead

Bejeweled:

-“didn’t notice you walking over my peace of mind in the shoes I gave you” it’s giving my tears ricochet and the jewels she gave them

-obsessed with the way she says ✨shimmer✨

-this song scratches the itch in my brain

-one of my faves

Labyrinth:

-I cried a lot

-the breathing instructions, thank you Dr. Swift

-“I’ll be getting over you my whole life” PLEASE SEND HELP

-crying, shaking, throwing up

-Natasha Romanoff’s song

Karma:

-vibes

-lol spider boy reference

-“karma is my boyfriend” so true

-the voice layering is cute

Sweet Nothing:

-Joe!!!!!

-this is what love sounds like idc

-please someone love me like this

Mastermind:

-absolute banger

-get what you want bestie

-“I’m the wind in our free flowing sails”

-this song feels like the end of a movie when everyone comes home after a long day

Omg plus new tracks!

The Great War:

-okay the drums rock

-I like it and processing it is a lot with this chaotic surprise lol

-“I vow I will always be yours” cute!!!

Bigger Than The Whole Sky:

-“every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness” SAD but good fic material

-“I’ve got a lot to live without. I’m never gonna meet what could’ve been would’ve been” 😭

-I am a shell of a woman

Paris:

-funky fresh

-“draw a map on your bedroom ceiling” adorable!

-I love love

High Infidelity:

-great rhythm

-“the slowest way is never loving them enough” ouchie

-feels regretful yet unapologetic

Glitch:

-sounds like a rain stick lol

-interesting vibes

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve:

-intro has similar sound to Mary Jane’s Last Dance

-“the gods honest truth is that the pain was heaven”

-Taylor don’t be shy and release the rock and roll version please

-“I regret you all the time”

-“god rest my soul, I miss who I used to be” GOOD GRIEF

Dear Reader:

-younger me needed this

-her whole heart is in it

-advice for Nothing New stans

[a-kaash-me-outside]

Dear Tori,

I would love to give my utmost thank from venus to saturn, from my heart to yours that you have cooked the story so well I almost choked from my own giggles when reading ABD (Gosh, I'm such a…). I am writing this way due to how disappointed I am for turning into a whore for Samu, because fuck. Will I leave Tsumu for Samu though? I don't even want to know the answer for that. But both of them can take me anytime. Idc. I hope I'm able to recover once this series ends.

ANYWAY ON A SERIOUS NOTE THOUGH, I have read chapter 1 two weeks ago. I was about to send you this anon message (as per usual) but somehow I was tired from work, and when I have the time to express my feral emotions for him, somehow, some way, the tumblr app shut down on me and I think God don't want me to say anything I typed before and send it to you (although I stayed anon for a quite some time now).

I don't remember much what I wrote but I remember on how excited I feel when you're back and well, and posting the first chapter of ABD. Again, your writing is so easy for me to understand and capture the scene in my head (yes, even the smut. Can't blame me for being so turned on LMAO AKSJFBGUSGFUGFIUGAIF). I'm typing this using my laptop because HAHA I don't want the Tumblr app on my phone closing on me again because I have to retyped everything. Then, I wouldn't sound and look genuine enough because truly, I REALLY REALLY love your writing style. You could write a book/novel and I'll be there to pre-order it ON THE SPOT!! But I do remember that I relate most of your words to Taylor Swift lyrics from her latest album Midnights. "Just the stars aligning or somethin'" sjdbjsbdvjasivbisbjsdjsb MASTERMIND I SEE YOU (sorry a swifitie here). and for them to be in the same room at the SAME TIME (in the club). My HEART CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. (You should give it a listen or just read the lyrics if you haven't heard of it yet! I see the vision from there hehe :3)

Anyway, I'm glad you're back and healthy (hopefully you are boo), please do rest and drink a lot of water due to changes of the weather. If it's too hot, wear lighter clothes. If it's cold, wear something warm. Sorry, mother mode on. We all understand your situation no matter what Tori! if those who don't I hope they stepped on a lego and their socks are wet from within. Take ALL the rest you need Tori, we will still be here for you until you're back! <3

P.S: I hope Samu go down on y/n though, let him teach y/n what 'forever' feels like because the last chapter I was sooooo sad for Samu because he really want y/n SO BAD JISDBBSVIBISBVIB, God, the things I do for him. But then again, if it were REALLY me though? I would behave the same way because playing hard to get, being anxious, playing by the rules, and anxious……. is so me. But saying that y/n will also breaking her own rules is what I'm rooting for because FFFFFF YES YOU SHOULD DUHHHH!!!

P.S.S: Good smut Tori. I can rest in peace now. I love how this series are more like a slow burn but not so slow burn. First chapter already getting fucked. 5 stars. 10/10 review from me. Also, I'm sorry for the long messages. Have a good day/night Tori!!

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OMGOMGOMG. this is so much /pos. T-T crying. ily ily ily. omg. these mean SO MUCH TO ME. love it. and aww ty for the kind words. i am feeling all better!!!!!!!!!!! so! no more worries there~! i am insanely busy for the summer with travel and BLAH. so i'll be a bit spotty with replies and stuff, but still here and reading everyone's stuff I love it

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look i did say that its literally like full of smut. i wasn't LYING BABE.

[sweetteaflake]

hhhh no anon mode.. whatever!! could i request yan! monty with a sweet-crybaby reader? and could the reader be an older sibling watching their younger sibling? maybe as a plus, its the younger siblings birthday! (hcs or something short, idc! do whatever you feel most comfy doing 😁)

oh my apologises ty for telling me!! anon should be on now <3

yandere monty with a crybaby reader on their younger sibling's birthday! (reader is an adult!)

it was your younger sibling's birthday today; and what better place to celebrate than at the Mega Pizzaplex?

your sibling was delighted to be there!

but you, not so much.

sure, the sweets were nice and there was never a moment of boredom, but your parents were busy so it was just you and your overly excited sibling running around with some other kids.

the music and the screams got a bit overwhelming after an hour, so you informed your younger sibling that you're gonna look around the place - when really you're just planning to sit in the bathroom for some quiet time.

but where was the darn bathroom? the place was massive!

you seemed lost, which the Map Bot had noticed. it practically came out of nowhere, looking directly into your soul as your heart raced when it grabbed your shoulders from behind, causing you to jolt in a panic.

"t̵̡̧̡̛̥̹̭͕̳̦͈͕̮̱̤̘̩̬̘̟̬̓͛̌̉̔̒̄͑̽͑͒̄͐͛͂́̿̐͗̋͘̚͠ͅå̸̜̹͎̩̬̙͔͔͚̥̹̂̃̓̈̓͒̿̄̽̓͛̐͌̂̆̂͗͑̆͘̚͝k̷̢̮̺̜̲͈̳͌̀̓͗͗̇̌̾͛͆̑͒̓̒͊͗̃̎̅́͌ě̴̡̩̭̘̖̭̳̻̱̯̭̘̜͖̐́͋̃͐̇́͛͛͒̀̑͑̐́̉̚͘͘̚̚͝ͅ ̴̢̡̨̜͎͔̳̜̜̞͍̲̻͎͇̙̿̌͆ͅą̶̲̭͔͓̘̤͙̥͙͕̗̗̖̻̬͔̪̺̞̔͜͜ ̶̢̢̤̟͉̦̘̹͖̟̭͚͉͎̖͖̟͎̤̗͔̪̟̱̜̒͗̄͛́̎͘ͅm̴̢̧̢͍͔̞̞̬͚̳̞͈̬͍̜̲̜͇͍͍̞͖̾̅̐̒͜ͅa̸̧̘̝̩̻̣̜͕͙̥̖͓̳͖͕̼̔́̽̏̈́̌̌̏̽͌͒́̅͑̀̿̈̿̈́̏̀̅̔͘͠p̷̱̕͜.̸̡̮̻̲̥̮͈̮̩̗̳͇͙̯̊̅̀̔̀̂̾̅͑̐́̚" it said, all glitched up.

you tried not to cry, but when it kept repeating those words as it got in your face, a stray tear couldn't help but roll down your cheeks.

why did its voicebox sound like that? was that normal? it was terrifying!

you couldn't help but cry. it was stupid— but just look at it!

but then, a speck of green was all you could see through your tear-filled eyes, picking the Map Bot up and silencing it.

"No more of that hunk of junk. You alright, kiddo?" It was Monty, looking down at you in a seemingly concerned way, though his shades were blocking his eyes.

you sniffled, but managed to say that you're alright. Monty just smirked, proud of himself. "Take a map," he laughed, mocking the bot.

it was funny, you couldn't help but laugh as you wiped some stray tears away. Monty had handed you the map, but as you opened it up and inspected it you were even more confused.

"Um— excuse me… where is the nearest bathrooms?"

Monty had begun walking away, but had stopped when you called out to him. "Want me to show ya?"

you nodded profusely and Monty did a wave to signal you to follow him. the walk wasn't long, and Monty didn't say much. it felt unusual, you saw how he was on stage.

he was always the most pumped up, encouraging the crowd to roar and cheer as his energy bounced off him, nearly possessing you to follow along and keep up with him.

but now he was quiet, still carrying the shut down Map Bot over his shoulder as he stopped abruptly outside the bathroom door, opening it up for you with his spare hand. almost like a gentleman.

"Thank you," you smiled. finally, you'd have some peace and quiet, maybe even go in and actually do your business.

"No prob'." Monty said, lowering his face enough so you could see over those sunglasses and revealing his eyes; giving you a wink.

did you see that right? apparently you did, for Monty even stood behind a little to see if you would react.

and you certainly did, your cheeks tinted pink as a shocked expression adorned your face.

as if Monty was now content, he let you go off into the bathroom, and you heard metallic stomps fade away indicating that he had gone elsewhere.

you recovered after looking at yourself in the mirror, washing your face and you questioned what happened.

where you thinking too much? probably, you weren't here that often to know if Monty does that a lot, but you did feel a bit giddy on the inside.

you came back out minutes later, and you saw none other than Monty outside waiting for you, though the slumped over Map Bot was no longer thrown onto his shoulder.

"There you are." you were taken off guard at first, and Monty chuckled as he saw you slightly flinch.

"you didn't have to wait for me," you try and say politely.

"Didn't want ya getting lost on your way back either. You're going back to the party rooms, aren't you?"

you nod, and again, the two of you start walking again. but this time you're going in a different direction than where you came from, but you don't dare speak up and question the Montgomery Gator. it was probably just a shortcut.

but then he's leading you through underground tunnels before you know it, and you couldn't help but whimper at the darkness. it was cold down there too, and your heart was racing.

Monty smirked, lending out his hand for you to hold. "Don't be scared, little one. Hold tight to me."

that certainly does the job of warming you up again, feeling a blush on your cheeks as you held his hand whilst walking through the seemingly endless tunnels. surely you weren't supposed to be down here, right?

you're then faced with a flight of stairs, leading up to a door at the top. "Is this the way out?" you shutter, and Monty's mechanical thumb rubs against your hand.

"You're gonna follow me, aren't ya?"

you nod again, though now you're not convinced. it was either the way to the party rooms or not, and Monty had dodged the question entirely.

when you both get to the door, you find yourself in a dark, neon green lit room. was this… Monty's green-room?

you're kind of scared now, but Monty finally let's go of your hand, and you feel sad to feel that warmth also leave.

the place is a mess, but Monty finds a spot to sit on the sofa, tapping his lap as if to tell you to sit there.

you're hesitant, slowly approaching.

"I don't bite." Monty jeers.

you sit on the arm rest beside him instead.

"Shy, are we? Chillax, I won't do anything to you. Wouldn't want to ruin a pretty thing such as yourself, would I?"

you're flattered again, but is there going to be an end to the… compliments? "Why am I here again?"

"That was your lil' sibling back at that party, wasn't it?"

you reply with a yes, though you know yourself that it was very uncertain, but Monty already knows the answer. "Well, what if someone was to hurt them instead?"

"…What? Who? Who would hurt them?!" you ask, feeling yourself become defensive.

"Poor lil' kid. It's a good thing you can't hear their screams from this far. Wouldn't want you crying even more, do we?"

you shoot up off the arm rest, backing away frantically. "What do you mean…?!"

Monty gets up too, slowly approaching you while bearing his teeth and licking his lips. "You know what I mean."

you ran behind you and banged on the door, but it wouldn't budge an inch. you were practically sobbing at this point, even falling to your knees as Monty towered over you.

and then, he laughed. he carefully picked you up, petting your hair. "I'm playing with ya — the kid's alright, and you're alright. I just like seeing those pretty little tears of yours."

[myersmikey]

Comfort (Michael Myers x Reader)

Original post date: December 22nd, 2021

Summary: Michael comforting YN after they had a bad day.

Warnings: None. Tooth rotting fluff. Michael being a sweetheart. Idc if it's ooc.

A/N: I was having a bad day when I thought of this fic. No specific version of Michael here. So imagine whichever one you want (OG, RZ, 2018, etc.)

Word count: 1.6k

A complete disaster. That is the best way to describe how today has gone. Everything that could possibly go wrong, went wrong. The insides of your cheeks ached from how much you've bitten them trying to keep yourself from crying the entire day. Your head was pounding as you pulled into your driveway and shut the car's engine off. All of the lights were off in the house. Michael might or might not be home. He often sat around in the dark, so it was never easy to tell if he was there whenever you came home or not. You've never cried in front of Michael. Not even the first time you met when he tried to, well, kill you. Crying made you feel weak and vulnerable. Everyone needs to let it out sometimes, you know this. But it still doesn't stop you from feeling that way. For the first time ever, you hoped he wouldn't be home right now so that you could feel your emotions in peace.

Letting out a sigh, you unbuckle your seat belt and grab your belongings. The door pops open and you step out, shutting it behind you and locking it. You step up to your front door and pause. Silence. So you put the key in the door and turn the knob. It was hard to see anything in the dark once the door was shut. You blinked a few times and your eyes began to adjust. The house was still and silent. All that could be heard was your uneven breathing. You set your belongings down and took your shoes off before making your way to the kitchen. You grabbed a glass and filled it up with some water and took a sip. You glanced over your shoulder and jumped, feeling a bit of the water splash on the floor. Why did he have to be so damn quiet?

"Michael... hi. I didn't know you were home." you blinked back tears and forced a smile.

He stared down at you wordlessly, which was nothing abnormal for him. You've grown used to it by now and you're able to figure out what he's trying to say without him saying it. His eyes never left yours. You knew he wanted to know if you were okay. He knows you better than you know yourself most of the time. But you wanted to avoid the conversation. You didn't need him worrying about you or worse, pitying you.

You cleared your throat and smiled at him again.

"Sorry Mikey, I'm feeling pretty tired tonight. It was a really long day." You can't handle his staring right now. He sees right through you.

"I'm feeling too worn out to handle cooking dinner. But we have leftovers from last night in the fridge. They just need to be heated up for a few minutes. I'm gonna go lay down, alright?"

You gave one more small grin and set your glass in the sink before walking past him. You didn't make it very far before Michael grabbed your arm. His grip was firm, but not painful. He knows.

"Michael, please let me go. I'm exhausted. I'm sorry I can't make a fresh dinner and-" he gave your arm a light shake without letting go. He was no longer asking, but demanding you to tell him what was really bothering you.

A tear fell down your cheek. Oh no. Please, not yet. Damn it, eyes, just wait another few minutes.

"Michael, please-" you whispered shakily.

He didn't move or let go. So you yanked your arm out of his grip. A little harder than you meant to, but you needed to get away.

"I'm gonna lay down." You spat out quickly before making your way to your room. Michael hadn't moved from his spot when your shut the door of your bedroom. Clamping your hand over your mouth just in time to muffle a choked sob, you throw yourself on the bed and under the covers. You pulled the blanket up to your chin and buried your face in your pillow to contain the sounds of your crying.

Minutes pass and your tears have barely let up. Ugh, the pillow is soaked with salty spots now and you know you look a mess and-

Shit. The bedroom door just opened. He was trying to be quiet but he was there. You tried your best to even out your breathing and pretend to be asleep. Michael is smart and observant; he also knows you can't fall asleep that quickly, but maybe he'll believe that you're really passed out. You told him how tired you were after all. Just keep your eyes closed and your breathing even. In and out. Inhale and exhale. Nice and normal.

You felt a hand on your shoulder. His touch was so gentle. As if you were made of porcelain and could shatter into pieces at the smallest of touches. Those hands that have known nothing but roughness and how to hurt were so gentle and kind right now touching you. That simple act made you lose your composure. Something as simple as a touch made the tears start all over again. The weight of the bed shifted and a warmth cautiously and slowly surrounded you. His arm snaked around your waist and fingers lightly stroke at your stomach. He was stiff at first, not used to giving affection. But he quickly relaxed, entangled his legs with yours.

You felt warm lips peck at your shoulder and your head a few times.

'Wait, did he take his mask off?' You'd never seen him with his mask off before aside from him rolling it above his mouth to eat. You wanted so bad to turn and look, to see his face, but you forced yourself not to. You respected his privacy and boundaries too much to do that. Everything he was doing already was more than you could of ever expected. You reached down and placed your hand on top of his. You expected him to pull away or even just to flinch at the affection. He usually did. He pulled away less and less the further into the relationship you got. But he usually flinched when you would show him affection. But he never pushed you away or got mad as long as you respected his boundaries.

He didn't flinch when you placed your hand on his. This made you smile a bit before the tears started again. And just like that, the warmth pulled away from you. You were scared you may have upset him after all before you felt Michael's hand roll you over so you were chest-to-chest. His hand on the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair, your face was pushed into his chest before you could see him. His chin rested on the top of your head and when you sniffled, you heard a quiet "shh..." and his other hand rubbing your back.

"I'm sorry, Michael... It's just that everything went wrong today. It was one thing after another and I just hate people seeing me cry."

He understood. He always struggled with showing emotions, especially ones that made him feel vulnerable. He stroked your hair softly until he heard your sniffles slow and then finally stop.

You pulled yourself back from the comfort of his chest and covered your eyes with your hand. You wanted him to know you weren't going to look at his face without it being on his terms. You leaned up and lightly pecked his cheek.

"Thank you, Michael..." You said quietly.

For a moment things were too quiet. Opening your mouth, about to let an apology spill out for possibly pushing him too far with the kiss on the cheek. A familiar hand grabbed your wrist and slowly pulled your hand off of your eyes. Your breath hitched and your eyes clamped shut. Did he mean to do that? Michael sighed and tapped your temple twice. He actually wanted you to look...?

"A-Are you sure...?" You whispered only to get an annoyed huff in response.

Your eyes opened slowly. The room was dark, but you could see him. And wow... He was stunning. You knew you loved him before this. You adored him for who he was. But in this moment, your heart skipped a beat. You reached up, lightly brushing your fingers across his cheek, tracing his jawline, and looked into his eyes.

"You're so sweet and so, so handsome..." you murmured.

If it wasn't dark, you could of swore he was blushing. Of course, he would never admit it if he was.

Michael leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You smiled and placed your hand on his chest.

"Thank you... for comforting me. For being patient with me. For trusting me," you ran your finger across his cheek again, "to show me... you." Your hand slid back down to his chest and you broke eye contact with him.

"What did I do to deserve you...?" You said, frowning.

Michael grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him again. Your eyes met his once again and his thumb ran over your bottom lip. Both of your heartbeats sped up as he closed the small distance in between you, kissing you. It was gentle, full of love, warm. An eternity fit into just the span of a few seconds.

Your eyes grew heavy as the day and all of the emotions you felt finally caught up to you. You melted into his arms as sleep began to overtake you.

"I love you, Michael..." you whispered before you fell asleep.

When he was sure you were asleep, he ran his fingers lightly over your arm, so lightly he was barely touching you.

"I love you too... (Y/N)..." Michael whispered. He glanced over all of your features one more time before he shut his eyes too. Being in his arms made you feel safe. With him, you felt like you were home. And he would never admit it out loud, but he felt the same way.

[wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse]

Spoiled Goods (Eomer x Fem!reader)

Word Count: 2181

Warnings: Dark, mentions of sex, bruises, etc. Not a wholesome story that's for sure. I'd rate it PG-13, so please don't read it if it makes you uncomfy, and if you do, well don't say I didn't warn you

Summary: Basically you get used by Wormtongue (Eugh) to keep Eowyn and Eomer safe, and then try and hide it from them. Don't ask how I got such a twisted idea, because IDK

A/N NOT IN THE BOOK OR MOVIES BUT IDC I GOT THE IDEA SO SUCK IT UP

The light shone in my face, piercing through my eyelids. I felt sore all over. And then I heard it. Harsh breathing next to me. Then I remembered what had taken place the night before. What I had sacrificed. But what I had saved. I opened my eyes, and slowly, carefully, got out of the bed. Wormtongue was still asleep thankfully, so I did not have to deal with him at the moment. I picked up my nightgown, putting it on as quietly as possible. Then I grabbed my slippers and slowly opened the door. I heard a bit of stirring, but then the snoring resumed. Once I was in the hallway, I ran as fast as I could, away from that room.

Turning around a corner, I slammed into someone. We both fell to the ground, and when I offered a hand to help the other up, I realized who it was.

"Eowyn, why are you awake this early?" I questioned.

She smiled gently, "I woke up earlier than normal, and I wanted to start some of my work early. Why are you up and walking around in your nightwear? Is everything alright?"

I faked a smile. "Yes Wyn, everything is fine. Well, I will be heading back to my room now!"

I tried to step around her but she blocked me. "Y/n, what is wrong? Your dress is all buttoned wrong, and you aren't even walking from your room. Remember, I know you better than anyone, so stop lying to me."

I faltered. Should I tell her? Should I tell her what I did? Why I did it? No, it would only hurt her. I smiled weakly again. "Wyn, I am fine. Now please let me go to my room." She relented and let me pass her. But she followed me down the hall and into my room. I should have known nothing would stop her from poking in my business. But at the moment, I could care less. I was exhausted, my body hurt, and I just wanted to cry.

We walked into my room and she went straight into the bathroom, where there was already water in the bath, probably meant to be used last night. She dipped her hand in it, testing the temperature.

"Why is there still water in your bath y/n? It was a hot night, so it is at a comfortable temperature. Please do not lie to me. You know how I feel about it." Eowyn said.

I stuttered. "I-I-I don't want to say. You would be disgusted with me. I am already disgusted with myself. "

She countered, "It can't possibly be that bad. You have always been a bit on the dramatic side. Please just tell me."

I could hardly utter the words to myself, much less to her. She would hate me. So I began to unbutton my nightgown. I would not tell her, but I could show her. She gasped when she saw the bruises on my chest, my arms, my thighs. I lowered my head in shame. It looked horrible, to begin with, but it would be even worse when she learned why I had said yes, why I had let him use me.

"What happened?" Eowyn said faintly. She helped me into the bath and then sat next to it, waiting for me to continue.

"W-Wormtongue. He was going to have you and Eomer killed." I was trying to hide the fear, and how mad I was at myself. My eyes began to betray me, welling up slightly.

Eowyn's eyes widened with shock. "That, that horrible!" She could not even finish her sentence, her words distorting with her fury. Her cheeks reddened, clearly enraged. "How dare he even touch you without your permission! I should personally kill him myself! And Eomer helping me! No one is ever allowed to do this to you."

I lowered my eyes, feeling guilt spread through me. "Wyn...he had my permission," I mumbled, not daring to look at her. "But I had to, I could never lose you, or Eomer for that matter."

I heard her shift slightly, her skirts rustling against the floor. "Y/n," she said softly. "I am so sorry that this happened to you. But I do have a question. Why would he have threatened Eomer as well as me? You are not as close, and he has a more fighting chance against him."

I grew even more embarrassed, hardly speaking above a whisper. "Well, originally, it was only you. But last night, I was trying to get my mind off of what he was doing to me, and, well..." I trailed off.

"Well, what?" Eowyn prodded. "Nothing you say will change how I think of you. I don't want to pressure you, and I know talking will help. Please continue."

Still refusing to meet her eyes, I continued. "Wormtongue told me if I was to speak, I was only to say his name. But I got caught in the moment, trying to think of anything else, and said someone else's name instead."

Eowyn sighed in understanding. "So he added Eomer to the list. I see." She put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Y/n, why didn't you say anything before?"

"I was too ashamed to admit that I had submitted myself to that. It was only a one night deal, but I feel horrible and gross. I feel like spoiled goods, that nobody would want," I responded, finally gaining the courage to look back at her.

She smiled reassuringly. "Well, that is certainly a rotten situation to be in, but I wasn't exactly referring to that. I was talking about Eomer. I presume you have feelings for him. How I did not see this before, I do not know."

I looked down again. "Oh, that. Well, I guess so, but I didn't want to say anything, for fear of ruining a good friendship."

She nodded slowly. "Well, I think I will give you some peace, so please, wash up, and get ready for the day." She started walking out of the room before calling back, "Y/n? I do not think a relationship would be ruined if you were to say something."

Before I could respond, she shut the door, letting me be. I decided not to ponder her words, and just relax in the lukewarm water. I closed my eyes to block the sunlight out. What would Eomer think of me if he heard what I did? I am now spoiled goods. No one will want me after this. No one would want a wife who has been with someone else. I hate myself. How could I do this? No, I knew why I did this. It was worth it. Saving their lives was more important. I began to get out of the bath. I had to face the day  eventually.

As I pulled on my undergarments, I began to notice how dark some of the bruises were getting. My hips were the worst. They were covered with black and blue. Even the ones on my arms were becoming more visible. This was not good, not good at all. I pulled on my dress and darted to Eowyn's room, quickly knocking and entering without waiting. Unfortunately, someone else was there with her, hurriedly speaking.

"Eomer," I breathed, "May I speak with your sister? Alone."

He raised an eyebrow, but nodded, beginning to leave the room. But then he stopped short when he saw my arms. He looked at me with alarm in his eyes but continued to walk out the door. I hardly dared to move, or speak, until I heard the door close behind me.

"Eowyn, I need something to cover my arms better than the dress, it is too pale and you can see the bruises underneath. Do you have anything I might be able to borrow?" I spoke hurriedly, trying to get out of there before Eomer could come back. She nodded, understanding my urgency, and reached into her closet, ruffling through some stuff.

"Here this might work," She suggested, handing me a black, knit-shawl. "I know it is a bit warmer, but it is lightweight. Why are you in such a hurry to leave? If it is because of Eomer, which I am guessing it is, just talk to him. Or at least try. He cares about you a lot too."

I shook my head. "No, it was difficult to tell even you, and besides, caring about someone is different than what I feel for him. I need to go start my duties anyways." I curtsied and headed towards the door. I started down the hall, turning a corner and running into Eomer.

"I really need to check around the corners more often," I grumbled. He chuckled softly.

"How are you doing this lovely morn?" Eomer questioned gently.

I responded quickly. "I am doing just fine. Now if I may," I tried to sidestep around him, determined to leave a difficult conversation before it started. But he grabbed my wrists pulling me back and making me wince. He put my hand in his, showcasing the slight bruising on my wrists. Damn, I should have covered those up. He looked back at me, his eyes darkening.

Very quietly, but laced with danger, he said, "Who did this to you?"

I refused to look at him, slowly pulling my hands out of his grasp. He then began pulling the shawl to the side, gasping softly when he saw the bruises on my arm. He ran his fingers over them, slowly, tenderly. Then he took his other hand, lifting my chin, making me look at him. His eyes pierced mine, and again my eyes betrayed me, beginning to tear up a bit. He withdrew his hand quickly, thinking it was his fault.

"No, you are fine," I whispered. "And I-" My voice broke, I could not admit this to him. I could not tell him what I did. He would be disgusted with me.

"Y/n," his voice was deeper and gravelly, "You can trust me with anything."

I tried turning away again, but he stopped me. "Trust me," He pleaded.

I spoke quietly. "Grima was threatening to kill you and Wyn. I begged him not to, but he only had one way, one thing he wanted me to do in order to never hurt you again. I had no choice, but I hate myself because I let him. But now it is over for me. I am only spoiled goods, no one will ever want me as a wife. So there you go, that is why I was up so early, why I am covered in bruises." This time it was Eomer who turned away, his jaw clenching, his hand turning into a fist.

Then he turned back to me, softly cupping my cheek. "I will kill Wormtongue for even touching you, even if you said yes, he still took advantage of you. Y/n, you will never be spoiled goods, not to me." A tear ran down my face, after all the confessing, I was done, done with everything.

But suddenly I became aware of how little space there was between us, how I was backed against a wall, and how heightened my senses were. He brushed the tear away, his hand a bit calloused. He looked into my eyes, and suddenly I realized what he was looking for, what he was silently waiting for. I nodded, and then he pressed his lips against mine, slowly moving them. I reached my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, our bodies pressed together. This was amazing and completely different from what had happened the night before. (This had ya girl turned on af) He moved his hands to the small of my back, pulling me even closer to him.

After several glorious minutes, I was the first to pull away but kept my forehead pressed to his. "How long have you felt this way?" I breathed, barely able to contain the joy I felt.

"Many, many years. I was too afraid to say anything."

"Too afraid?" I teased, "Now that is truly surprising."

He laughed, one of my favorite sounds, before pressing a kiss against my forehead. "My dear, please know that you are worth so much, and that, as I said before, you are not spoiled goods. Please, may I have the honor to court you?"

I smiled even wider. "Of course my lord." He picked up my hand, kissing it gently. "I do need you to do something for me," I said, my mood darkening a bit. "No one else must hear of this, for fear that Wormtongue might hear of it. I do not want to know what he might do if he were to hear of it."

Eomer nodded solemnly. "Anything for you, My Lady," he responded.

And so the days passed. Stolen kisses in the dark, going for walks when no one could see, hiding in plain sight. I could still sometimes feel the ghost of hands on me, but that moved on eventually. And soon enough, it was Eomer, only Eomer, and it was pure bliss. Enemies came and went, threats taken down. And I stayed by his side, as he stayed by mine.

[fweasleyswhore]

Can I request a headcannon or fic (idc whichever one you'd have more fun writing) with a slytherin reader who is completely obliviousto the fact that Fred is in love with her and George painfullyhas to watch this all

a/n: so I did headcannon because I felt like it worked better, this was so cute omg

You always liked Fred more than other people. 

You met on the train when you were trying to find a compartment. 

“Wanna sit with us?” A young boy asked, his hair was fiery red and his smile was welcoming. 

“Y-Yes.” you said and sat with him. 

You met his brother George and you all clicked immediately.  

Like literally you would not shut up the whole way there. 

You watched them get sorted into Gryffindor and you hoped you would end up there. 

Of course you got put into Slytherin.

You met new people, they were kind but you didn’t click with them like you did with Fred and George. 

It was hard to see them after that because your different houses, you got worried that they forgot about you. 

Until you sat down in potions class and almost immediately two ginger boys sat down at your table. 

“We missed you!” They said unison. 

After that the only thing that separated you were your houses and different class schedules. 

You made time to hang out with them after class and planned study sessions in the library. 

Of course that just turned into a paper airplane flying contest.

You started to sit at the Gryffindor table for meals, you refused at first because you were scared because of the house rivalry. 

Everyone was welcoming. 

Any one who wasn’t had was too afraid to say anything because Fred and George made a point to brag about being beaters on the Quidditch team. 

Even going so far as bringing their bats to the first few meals you sat at.

In your second year they gave you the Marauders Map to use secret passage ways to get to the astronomy towers to hang out after curfew. 

In your third year you used it to have sleepovers with them in the Gryffindor common room. 

You helped them protect Ron, Harry and Hermione. 

The trio were slow to warm up to you at first, only having interacted with Malfoy. 

You were quick to teach them that Slytherin isn’t bad, having the character trait of ambition is what put a lot of the bad apples in there because they often put their goals above anything else which sometimes included being kind. 

Once they did warm up to you they treated you like a big sister. 

You loved it.

But you never admitted it.

Things changed in year four, every time Fred was around your hands would get sweaty and you would choke up. 

You pushed the feelings down because you had been friends for so long at this point you didn’t want to ruin anything. 

You got good and lying and acting cool around him. 

Even when mentally you were screaming or your legs felt weak. 

George noticed how you took longer to reply and started putting more effort into your appearance when it was just you three. 

He didn’t say anything at first until your fifth year. 

Your crush had taken over now, you felt butterflies when Fred would talk to you and thought about him when you fell asleep. 

One day you zoned out staring at him in class when you felt a paper ball hit your head. 

“Stop drooling over my brother” was written in George’s messy scrawl. Your face burned and you glared at him. 

He never stopped teasing you either. 

Not even when you put something in his drink to turn his hair green. 

He did not give up, but had the decency to do it when Fred wasn’t around. 

On your birthday Fred gave you a charm bracelet that had a snake and a lion on it. 

You cried. 

He started freaking out. 

“I’m s-sorry, here I can take it back.” He tried to take it off your wrist but you wouldn’t let him, hugging him instead.

He froze and you got nervous. 

He slowly hugged you back and your nerves calmed down and you felt at peace. 

You stayed like that for awhile, just holding each other. 

“I love it, thank you Freddie.” His cheeks got red but you assumed it was because of the nickname. 

It wasn’t.

You wore the bracelet everywhere. Even slept in it. 

You made sure to make it obvious to Fred, rolling up your sleeves or shaking your hand after you wrote something down so the charmes would clink together. 

He adored you for it. 

He started to get more touchy, just small things like putting his arm around your shoulders or grabbing you to get your attention. 

It made you melt inside.

When sixth year rolled around and the Durmstrang boys were around he was extra touchy. 

Holding your waist or interlacing your hands. 

Every time this made you blush but you kept up your unfazed facade.

You knew why he was doing it. 

You tried to act annoyed. 

But failed miserably.

Attempting to scold him would cause you to stutter and grow more red. 

Eventually you gave up trying. 

You even found yourself reaching for his hand a few times. 

“When will you two just date?” George groaned. 

Your face heated up, as did Fred’s. 

You both let go of each others hands. 

“It’s a joke.” You breathed out. 

“Yeah.” Fred said back. 

George cringed watching you both put distance between each other and step away. 

He was trying to help. 

You found out about the Yule Ball and were ecstatic. 

Until Fred asked Angelina.

You went with a guy from Slytherin. 

He ditched you and ended up snogging a Ravenclaw the whole night. 

You ran out of the ball crying. 

You went to the astronomy tower hoping that it would make you feel better. 

It didn’t. 

It reminded you of the countless hours you spent up here with Fred. 

George found you. 

You confessed your feelings to him, told him about your date. 

“I know.” He whispered back. 

“I thought he liked me back.” You croaked. 

“He does!” George would yell back. “I told him to ask you but he didn’t believe me when I told him you liked him back, thought I was pranking him!” 

You laughed at him sadly. 

“Guess it’s too late for that now.” 

“It’s not.” 

You didn’t believe him.

George spent the night with you in the astronomy tower, comforting you. 

Fred saw you two together on the Marauder's map when he went back to his dorm.

He thought you and George were snogging.

In reality you were sobbing.

Fred avoided you after that. 

He made a point to sit with Angelina and her friends instead of yours. 

Eventually you found yourself back at the Slytherin table. 

You avoided both of the twins, taking that as his rejection you tried to get over it. 

You still hung out with George outside of classes, never saw Fred though.

One night you felt lonely and decided to go to the astronomy tower. 

Fred was there. 

You sat down next to him and looked at the stars. 

“Why do you hate me?” You asked. 

He looked at you with disbelief. 

“Why did you chose my brother over me?” 

It was your turn to look at him now. You mirrored his expression. 

“What?!” 

“I saw you two on the map up here the night of the ball, probably snogging, and you guys hang out all the time without me!” He exclaimed. 

He started to get up to leave when you didn’t say anything. 

“We weren’t snogging he was comforting me after I started crying because you took Angelina to the ball instead of me!” You yelled getting up. 

He froze and turned around. 

“What?!”

“You git you took Angelina to the ball and stopped talking to me, George hung out with me because I’m sad and you're too busy with your girlfriend.” 

You were full on crying now. 

He walked toward you, brushing your tears away. 

“Your not dating George?” 

“No! I wanted to be dating you.” You sniffled. Although you were upset his touch was comforting. 

“I’m not dating Angelina.” He confessed. 

You felt like you could fly. 

“Then why take her?” You asked. 

“Because I was afraid of asking you! I didn’t think you liked me.” 

“George told you I did!” You exclaimed, you were laughing now and your tears had dried. 

“I thought it was a prank.”

You brought your hand up to hold his cupping your cheek. 

His eyes were flickering between yours and your mouth. 

You nodded before he could even ask. 

He pushed his lips against yours and you spilled every unspoken word to each other in that moment. 

He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. 

“Y/N I think I’m in love with you.” 

“I hope so Freddie, because I know I’m in love with you.” 

You spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each other at the astronomy tower. 

Walking into breakfast the next day you guys would hold hands. 

“Finally!” George yelled. “Lee you owe me 2 galleons!” 

You sat across from your friends and watched them exchange money. 

Back at the Gryffindor table, back in Fred’s arms, you felt at home. 

You would spend the next Christmas at the Burrow. 

“I’m so glad to finally meet the girl my son talks about all the time.” Molly would say as she pulled you into a bone crushing hug. 

Meeting the whole Weasley family would be met with an exclaim of ‘Finally!’ from everyone. 

On Christmas Eve you and Fred sat in the living room alone in front of a fire. 

Fred had one arm around you and the other was playing with your hair as you sat in his lap. 

You were reading a muggle book your parents had got you, giggling to yourself every now and again. 

“Oi, when did you too bloody get together.”

Ron was shocked to see you in his brothers lap, the girl he saw as an older sister and assumed Fred did too. 

You and Fred would burst out laughing, having to use each other for support from falling. 

“Keep your bloody secrets.” Ron would mutter running back up the stairs prompting you to laugh harder. 

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Ja T’aime

Yall need to listen to this song while you read it. or before. idc. but listen. it’s so soft. this has taken over my whole day in the best way. all i can think of is joey singing this and his voice doing the thing that he does in Fair and i could honestly just curl up in my chair and cry while i yearn for the rest of the day

Warnings: talks of bad trips, sleep deprivation, other than that we are soft kids

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“Jaskier!” Geralt’s usually gruff voice was hoarse and strained as he leaned on the door of the tavern, eyes wildly searching the crowd for his bard. 

Jaskier was by his side, hands running over his neck and chest and torso checking for injuries before Geralt even realized it was him, “Where have you been? I went looking for you all over!”

Geralt shook his head, letting out a relieved breath before he answered, “Don’t know. Bad potion.”

“I told you that potions master was slimy.” Jaskier already had an arm around his waist to support him a he guided his witcher to their room. 

Geralt grunted as he was hauled down the hallway, “I know.”

When he’d been placed on the bed Jaskier checked him over once more just in case before getting him some water and bread, “What happened?”

Geralt handed back the water, leaning into Jaskier’s hand brushing his hair away, “Can’t remember. I just know I haven’t slept since.”

“Geralt,” Jaskier’s eyes were wide in shock, “that was five days ago.”

The witcher’s face twisted in anguish, “I can’t. It won’t let me.”

Jaskier nodded, he’d had his share of bad trips in school, but Geralt must have been having a hard time purging whatever this was from his system. He helped his witcher change into a clean shirt and picked the twigs out of his hair before he let him fall into bed. Jaskier sat by the headboard and pulled Geralt between his legs to lean back against his chest, guiding him to lay his head on the bard’s shoulder. Geralt melted into him, humming contentedly as Jaskier combed through his hair with his fingers. 

“Better, love?” Jaskier whispered, placing a kiss atop Geralt’s hair.

He nodded, “Sing to me?”

Jaskier’s unoccupied hand found one of Geralt’s and laced his fingers through it as he searched his memory for a lullaby.

Je t'aime, je t'aime toujour

I am forever yours

Sweet dreams, sweet dreams mon cher

You're always in my prayer

Geralt’s eyes fluttered shut as he wiggled a bit, nestling into Jaskier’s embrace. The bard kept his voice as soft as he could, the higher notes thinning it out a bit, but his audience didn’t seem to mind.

Softly, sweetly

Wrapped up in heaven's arms

Sailing, soaring over the moon

Gathering star dust

Be still, be safe, be sure

Je t'aime, je t'aime toujour

Jaskier noticed Geralt’s hand relax in his as he sang, reveling in the trust he was given by this man in his arms. 

Wishing, praying

All of your dreams come true

Please remember

Where'er you are my heart is with you

Sweet dreams, sweet dreams mon cher

Always in my prayer

I am forever yours

Je t'aime, je t'aime toujour

As he finished the song Geralt slipped under into what Jaskier hoped was a peaceful sleep. His lips curved softly upwards and all the tension in his brow had finally melted away. He looked so young and vulnerable to Jaskier, so much more like the gentle soul he knew than the hardened warrior he pretended to be. 

He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his witcher’s hairline, whispering, “Sleep well… I love you, always.”

[sp00kworm]

Aaa okay so I saw this on tiktok, where each time you get your heart broken a heart appears on your face/body, and if one appears on your lips you’re silenced until true love’s kiss. Would you mind writing smth about reader pining after 1A’s big three/Kirishima (you pick idc) and getting heartbroken since the boy goes on dates w other people and not them and eventually has the heart appear in their lips? Tysm I’m sorry 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

[Cont]:  Would Amajiki be okay? Or Fathum. I’m sure I’ll love it either way! Your writing style is just really nice. 🥰

A/N: And now my Boomer ways will be shown. Thank you for the compliment though anon! I hope this lives up to your expectations? Also it was hard to choose here to I went for Tamaki, but rest assured I will write Fatgum soon because I absolutely adore Fatgum. 

Pairing: Amajiki Tamaki/Suneater x Reader

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Cupid’s Bow Lips

There was a common folklore all around the globe, one about heartbreak, and how the heart would appear on an individual’s skin, looking like odd freckles, small and perfectly formed until their soulmate broke their heart and sealed their lips with a blood red heart. Never had you believed in it, not until you met UA’s Big Three. The three top students in their final year of highschool. To see little Tamaki Amajiki as part of that trio was amazing in your eyes. His quirk was wonderful though. It was no wonder he was so highly ranked within the school. Yet the stark realism showed you that power and numbers would always be apart of your hero lives. Suneater. The hero to consume even the brightest of stars. You could not wait to see how great of a hero Tamaki would become once you all graduated. You’d known him since the first year, Mirio happily bounding over to introduce his recluse of a friend to everyone in the class, bubbly and extremely people fond. In contrast, Tamaki had stood and shivered, offering only a wave before he jumped and was dragged to the next desk with a friend group clustered around. You’d only spoken to him fully once when he needed to borrow a pencil and was too quiet to ask you without vaguely gesturing to your pencil in your own hand during mathematics.

 Mirio had poked his hand through the back of your chair to get you to even notice the floundering dark haired boy.

“C-Can I…borrow a pencil?” Mirio had given him a bright smile and a thumbs-up, ever supportive as you blinked for a moment.

“Oh..Uh…Sure.” You fumbled in your pencil case before offering him a cherry stamped pencil, “You can keep it.” You offered as you went back to following what Ectoplasm was chattering about on the chalk board.

Tamaki blushed at the girly red cherry pencil but nodded his head, “Thank you.” Before looking back at the board, feeling Mirio’s bright smile on his back before a foot poked him in the back. He shuddered in embarrassment, teeth clenched as he tried and failed to follow whatever the hell the equation was Ectoplasm was yammering about.

“FIRST TO THE ANSWER GETS TO LEAVE EARLY.” The pro-hero announced, flicking the chalk rubber in his hand as he settled behind the desk, satisfied with the complexity of the problem for his third years.

 It was easier talking after that. Amajiki wasn’t the most easy to get involved in a conversation, but it was very easy to get him to listen. His grades were good as well, so often you found yourself leaning over to ask him about Ectoplasm’s impossible equations. That was the start of you feeling something different for your classmate. Often Mirio would lean over and poke you in the back, fingers permeating your chair, scaring you half to death during class so Tamaki could ask you something. It got even scarier when Mirio popped his head through your door and invited you down to eat with them. Tamaki was a lot chattier in the company of Mirio and Nejire, two people he trusted completely, and you found yourself enamoured with their little group, although many did not like you tagging along with their famous trio. That became apparent the day you watched Tamaki get approached by a group of girls. Mirio was luckily there to disrupt the flow a little, talking loudly and brashly to let Amajiki hide a little behind his form, yet some were persistent, crowding the boy with requests of things.

 “Amajiki-senpai, how about you go out with Hiroko? She really wants to speak to you about your manifest quirk! She has a similar thing but with mushrooms and I think you would be adorable together.” The girl cheered next to him. You could see the boy shutting down, shivering behind Mirio like a cowering kitten.

The blond gasped and shook his friend, “Come on Tamaki! I think it would be great!” He cheered before nodding, “Of course he’ll go chat to her! His quirk control is amazing.” Dense as ever Mirio encouraged him until the boy nodded and rushed away, seeking anyone to find refuge with away from the screeching crowd of girls. You felt your heart ache as you saw his blushed face and panicked expression.

 Amajiki looked to your locker and panicked when you weren’t there, the door left open as though you had rushed away in a panic. Maybe the girls had gotten to you too? He looked down the corridor shyly, hiding behind the door of your locker before he peered inside. Your textbooks were there and practice uniform, even your school bag. He chewed his cheek as he looked at the pinned-up picture. It was his last birthday party. You were both passed out on top of Mirio’s stomach as he laughed. Nejire had taken the photo for you all before one of herself, peace signing with Mirio’s cheeky smile. Somehow, as he closed your locker door, your bag in hand, he felt like he had done something terribly wrong. Still, he needed to find you, to try and weasel his way out of whatever scary date Mirio had just accidentally set him up on.

 He scoured the school before returning to the dorms. You room was locked.

Cautiously, he knocked, “(Y/N)? You…You left your bag.” There was no reply, “I’ll leave it outside.” He uttered, barely audible behind the door. He considered wiggling a tentacle under the door and letting himself in before shaking and chickening out too quickly. Gently, he placed your backpack against your door and left, sighing and grumbling to himself nervously as he tried to think of a way to avoid going out on a very unwanted date. With a sniffle, you dared to look at the mirror again and the burning, blood red heart that covered your lips. It sealed your mouth shut, the skin hot to the touch and sore. The curves moved over your cupids bow and the tip sat underneath your bottom lip, the skin held tight whenever you tried to speak. You could open to breathe and to eat, but to speak, the skin burned as though stuck together with super glue. The folk tale was true, and you were stuck, cursed to never speak to someone again if Tamaki found his love in this girl. Your heart ached as you looked at the littering of heart shaped freckles over your skin. Your chest was laced with them. You felt tears burn in your eyes as you started to cry again, bawling silently into your pillow, the mirror tossed on the floor.

 You didn’t come to class the next day. Mirio frowned at your seat and at the gloomy looking Amajiki sat in front of him, hair flat and unbrushed as though he hadn’t slept.

“Are they unwell?” Mirio leaned over to ask him at lunch as they stood from their desks.

Tamaki shrugged but didn’t say a word, teeth gritted behind his quivering lips.

“Are you sure you want to go out with Hiroko, Tamaki?” Mirio asked, a large hand resting on his best friend’s shoulder.

In a sudden deep intake of breath, Amajiki span around to face him, “There’s nothing that would upset me more than having to go on a date with that girl.” He covered his mouth soon after and watched Mirio howl with laughter, the blond leaning back against his desk to try and steady himself as tears escaped his eyes.

“Oh…Oh my.” He wheezed, “That’s…Gosh. Here.” He pushed himself upright, “You go and check in on (Y/N), okay? I’ll go and make an excuse for you not to go out, deal?” Mirio smiled mischievously, but Tamaki nodded and fled the classroom faster than he ever had done before.

 The dorms were silent. Everyone was out at lunch. He knew you had to be in your dorm room on the third floor. Only your next-door neighbour has seen you last night. You’d snuck out for a shower very late. Tamaki stood outside your door with a grimace, his fist held close to the wood as he listened to your silent room.

“(Y/N)?” He asked softly, knocking quietly, looking at his feet, “Everyone thinks you’re ill…Are y-you okay?” There wasn’t a reply. He sucked in a breath and summoned the digesting Takoyaki, the octopus tentacle squirming to life on his finger before he reached to the bottom of the door and squirmed it underneath, groping upwards until he could find the lock and handle, flicking the lock open with a clunk before he recalled his finger and opened the door, peering inside nervously in case he saw something untoward, “(Y/N)?” He asked again, looking at the lump laid under the covers of your bed. He dared to come a little closer, hand clutching the covers, giving it a little tug, “Everyone i-is worried…”

Silence. You clutched the covers tight before a tentacle squirmed under the covers, suckers locking tight before Tamaki wrenched the covers away from your face.

 The sight scared him, so much so that he let out a squeak at the sight of your face, tear streaked and lips burning with a red love heart.

“Did…Did someone do this to you?” He asked with a shadow on his face as he dared to look at the sore skin again, fingers twitching as he reached for you before falling short.

You shook your head, a tear dripping down your cheek as Tamaki finally dared to cup your cheek and assess the damage.

His voice shook, “Is…This that… t-that myth about.” He gasped quietly before reaching his other hand to your other cheek, “Do you truly like me that way? I-I didn’t.” Too many thoughts swirled in his head, “I didn’t go out with Hiroko. I don’t like her…not like I like you.” He confessed, thumbs nervously stroking the apples of your cheeks before he took a breath, stealing his nerves before he leaned forwards quickly and kissed your lips, eyes closed tightly in case you should reject him.

 A shocked noise escaped you before you felt the soreness of your lips ease, the heart fading and your lips parting to let you push back against Tamaki. The man gasped when your fingers gripped his shoulders, tugging him closer. The kiss healed your lips. The soreness escaped and your lips were healed. You pulled away from the kiss with a smile and pushed your fingers against your lips.

“I love you.” You wrangled Tamaki close, nuzzling his hair as you clutched the pointed tips of his ears.

The blue haired male gasped before blushing, “Are you…b-better now?” He asked gently, hands clasping your face with concern, teeth gritted awkwardly.

“Better than ever…Thanks to you.” You confessed.

“Then…Would you like to come and get lunch?” Tamaki asked, fingers playing with your shirt.

“I would like nothing more.”

Tamaki stood before reaching for your hand, “I…I-I…” He took a breath, “I love you t-too.” He stuttered out before tugging you along behind him, face blushing red and hands quaking as you clutched him tighter and followed him for lunch.

[boom-boom-boyx2]

Kaminari Denki X Todoroki Shoto

Fandom : bnha; my hero academia; boku no hero acadamia

“Hey....is everything alright? I don’t mean to bother you just..you seem upset.” The multicolored boy sat down next to the fake confused blonde. “Huh? Todoroki what are you doing here? Hehe- I’m fine! You should, uh... you should get back to your friends!...” the now safer looking blonde tried looking away before he was pulled into a very hesitant, but caring hug. “Uh!” He gave off a whole to the one he called Todoroki causing him to look up at the other with a worried face, “are- are you alright? Did.. did I over step my boundaries? Do you want me-“ as Todoroki was weakening the hug The blonde pulled him closer, “no.....please don’t go..” the blonde barriered his face into the others chest and went silent for a moment. “..Kaminari- do you..uh.. if you wanna talk you can..I’ve been told I’m a good listener.” Todoroki stoped and waited for the other to respond, “hmm~” Kaminari sighed in the boys chest then raised his head, “I’m sure you are....” his eyes looked droopy, he looked exhausted and like he was holding something back.., “Denki...please, talk to me.” Todoroki looked Kaminari in the eyes when he said it this time, “oh.....o-okay..” Kaminari DONT want to- no. He couldn’t look him in they eyes when he said it... he had moved down to laying his head on Todoroki’s lap, “shoto, I’m having a hard time.” He paused and switched sides from his left to his right, “it’s hard for me to- to..” he stoped before he began to cry, “why is it s-so ha-hard t-to un-under-underst-stand thing-s.... I don’t understand it! I don’t get how I got into this class- you guys are way smarter than me and and an-“ the crying blonde was cut off by the others soft humming and fingers against his hair, “wh-what are yo-u doming...” he sniffled, the other paused before speaking again, “...is this ..helping? My mother used to do this to help calm me while I cried...I don’t mean to-“ the blonde forced out a soft giggle, “hehe, todo- that’s so cute...” he doesn’t move and they both lay there in silence for another short moment till the blonde spoke again. “Todoroki?” Before he could answer the other kept going, “how do you do it? How do you...how do you understand everything, how do you get all the information the teachers tell you, like- how do you remember it long enough for the test..?..” the multicolored boy could feel the others cold tears along his left leg, he was silent though. They both were. He didn’t respond just kept humming, “how come I don’t have control of my quirk? Why can’t I be as cool as you? Why do I have to be weak- why do I have to be stupid- it’s not fair! You guys are so much better than me..” Kaminari soobbed and Todoroki stoped, Todoroki stop humming, he stoped touching his hair, he stoped thinking, he stoped breathing. All he could think about was how wrong Kaminari was, how stupid* he was for not getting that he himself was amazing. “B-but, the worst part about it all...the worst part about it all was that even Aizawa Sensei thinks I’m useless, I’m just a pho-“ Todoroki thought of a way to shut the boy up before he could say any more lies, any more things that would be so in-true it would hurt both parties, “hm!” Denki shocked Shoto’s moth in well, shock. Once Todoroki realized what he did he let go of the others face, he tried to back away but ended up just hitting his head on the wall he was rested against, “I- uh..” Kaminari sat up and whipped the tears off his face, “I’m sor-“ Shoto was caught off by Kaminari this time. Denki kissed him passionately, it surprised Todoroki so much he ended up hitting his head again, “ouch..” when Denki had backed away from Shoto he he gave him a worried look.

“are- are you alright?” “I’m fine...” “Kaminari...” denki realized what he had just done, “OHMYGODIMSOSORRYTODOROKIWAITPLEASEAREYOUOKAYNONONONO IM SO SORRY! please don’t leave me- I don’t think I could loose you after what I just said I need you please-“ Kaminari was cut off by another kiss, “it uh.. it seemed to work last time..” Todoroki paused again before speaking, “ Denki Kaminari. You are an excellent student, I mean you made It into one of the most difficult schools in Japan, your in the top class, aND a second year... your quirk is beautiful, and you mean so much more to people than-what do u say?...oh! A charging station... your friends love you,” “yeah sur-“ “, and well, I Love You... Kaminari. Your so strong. And if I’m right, I’m pretty sure you might have this thing called ADHD..” Kaminari froze once he had said the I Love You part but when he said ADHD he caught his attention, “wait, what’s ADHD?” “Hmm, well it’s an attention Dissorder, you have trouble staying focused and you....wait you have anxiety right?” “Uh-uhm..yeah- I think I do at least...wait, how did you* even know what ADHD is do you? Like uhm ya’know.. have it?” Todoroki paused and sighed before answering, “my brother, Nastuo, has ADHD we got him tested and he takes medication, it’s very effective- and it’s not that expensive...” Denki had looked up at his...friend... and smiled weakly. “Kaminari, would you like to go to sleep?” “..yes please...” “would you.. would you like me to stay here..?” “Hmm, yes please...your keeping me warm..” Denki was obviously trying to lighten the mood.

Around 10pm

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Mina has intered the chat

Sero has intered the chat

Kirshima has intered the chat

Jirou has intered the chat

💬

Yo, did u guys see kamiBro after class today?

Nah- I kinda thought he was with you, I was gonna ask if he wanted to play games but his door was shut...

Oh fuck! Guyyysssss I thought he was with u guys! Damn it- he looked rlly sad at practice today Jirou Babez! U seen anything??

Well-

Did you say FUCKING lost pikachuu.

...shit-

Oh! H eh Bakugou! Aren’t u in bed around 8;30!?

Hey*

Did. You. Say. You. Lost. Kaminari. When. He’s. Upset.

Uh.....

Shit Kirshima!

Ahahahaha- no.....

I swear to fucking god, if he does something fucking stupid I’m going to kill all of you.

Wait what!? Was he planning on doing something stupid!?

Hold up! Bakugou!? Do u know something we didn’t!?

Be quiet. And check his room, I’m coming I’ll be a second I have to put a shirt on.

WAIT GUYS! CALM DOWN! He’s fine!! I swear!

WHAT!? JIROU WHATS GOING ON!?

HUAH!?

NONONONO

He’s okay

ISTG

HES DINE!

TODOROKIS IN YNERE

There**

Their finneneeds

Leave em’ be!

I-

Wait whAT!?

HALF an’ HALF IS WITN ONE OF MY DUMBASSES!?!?

Ohohohohoooo- calm down bakuBro! At least kami is okay! :)

Yeah...

Tch, he better be- I already put on a shirt and idc if he was his boyfriend over or not I’m going in.

Wait!

Let’s noT!

Why? They having sex!?

Uhm- idk, I kept hearing hits on the wall earlier...

Wtf!?

I DONT GIVE A DUCK

Shit! BAKUGOU WAIT FOR ME!!

SAMMMEEEEE

No! 😀🤚🏼

hakskdndkdbkdbf ur all dumbasses I’m climb with u

👁👄👁 thats not how that works Sero- I-

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“DAMN IT KAMINARI! WAKE UR ASS UP!” ‘BOOM’ the door snapped open which quickly alerted the previous 2 from peacefully sleeping. “WHAT THE FU-“ “....ah, it’s just Bakugou...” the half of the door frame that Bakugou had his foot in was completely frozen and covered in ice, “DAMN YOU ICY HOT!?” “Please quiet down Bakugou, my boyfriend and I were trying to sleep.” He sighed and looked down at a blushing Kaminari, “ah, are you alright?” “I-I’m fine....didn’t know we were dating yet....but that’s cool...” Kaminari buried his chest into Todoroki’s once again, “now, what did you guys need?” Mina, Sero and Kirshima were all frozen with surprise and unexpectedness while Bakugou was physically frozen. “NO. WAY.” Mina shouted and basically flew three Kaminari s door to the couch, careful not to jump onto either of the two. “I CAN’T BELEIVE UOU NEVER TOLD US KAMI~ YOU HAVE A BOYFRIENDDDDDDD!!”

After they continued to scream and what not all TJE fangirling got cut off my well, more fan girls, “what’s with all the rucku-” ochaco had stoped in her tracks and gasped so hard todoroki was pretty sure she stoped breathing, “TODOROKI YOU DID IT! OMG FINALLY WAIT OMG I HAVE TO GST DEKU AND TSU AND IIDA AND MOMO AND AND-” she ran down the hallway shouting causing everyone to wake up, “wait...y-you liked me!?” Denki looked shocked and lost all while his face slowly steamed up, “ah, well yes, I figured you knew..” Todoroki looked at him blankly with the slightest bit of blush on his cheeks. “N-no, how would I know...” Todoroki pulled the blonde up for another kiss, then kissed his nose, “well, I figured when I did that you got the hint...” Todoroki chuckled softly before realizing he broke his boyfriend, “I-...” “wait-..” “hold up” “WHAT THE DUCK ICY-HOT HET A ROOM!” Todoroki turned around and looked at Bakugou in the eyes, “we did, then you broke the door.” The other responded with his signature ‘Tch’ before turning around “alright fuckers I’m going to bed- don’t fuck around to much and keep the damn noise down.” He walked off back to his dorm.

“Ah” they both sighed in relief when every one finally left them alone to go back to sleep, it had been a long day for Kaminari and Todoroki just wanted to cuddle his now, boyfriend in quiet but with everyone smuthering them they both felt to uncomfortable to cuddle up that close. “T-Todoroki?” Todoroki looked up to the blonde sitting next to him, “hmm?” “Do you- I mean like are we....are we togethe—r??” His voice cracked as he looked down back at his lap, “Kaminari... do you want us, to be? Uhm, together that is..” Todoroki sat up straight and turned his body toward the blonde, he saw the blondes whole face and got a bit worried, “Denki...are you alright??” He put his hand on his forehead, “ah!” Kaminari flinched and let out a tiny scratched scream. Kaminari looked up at the boy infront of him, the one that always knew what was wrong, and always knew just want to say even if he didn’t think he did, the one who was so beautiful and peaceful all the time, this boy, this boy who he has had a crush on since first year of high school. The boy who just asked him if they were together...

“Yes.” After a few minutes of silence, where Todoroki worried he had said something wrong, and What he could do to fix it had looked up at the sudden sound within the quiet room. “Yes, uh, we are together, I mean- I like you, that’s what I’m trying to say....” he paused and sighed, “damn, I feel like I’ve been holding that in forever, like some kind of stupid secret that I locked up in my mind. Not letting anyone see it, in case you where in love with someone else, I didn’t want to ruin that, I didn’t want to ruin your* love life, what could be your most amazing life with my stupid confession... it feels nice to finally have it out in the open, to know that you don’t hate me..” Todoroki was shocked....

[unimooshi]

Kinda a vent thing here. It’s really nothing serious. I just wanted someplace to vomit words so my thoughts aren’t so scrambled anymore. You can skip over this. Or read it. Idc. Whichever you wanna do :). I talk way too much, but I guess that’s part of the fun? Idk lmao:

Oh my god my internet just came back on and it’s fucking midnight I’m gonna cry. I haven’t been able to go to school or do anything that felt productive. I felt like I was losing my mind. Now is that a good or bad thing? I have no idea and I don’t wanna think abt it. The only good side to this possibly is that in order to use as minimal data as possible and to keep myself preoccupied while waiting for my internet to come back, I’ve read a lot of MTMTE and my god is that a rollercoaster but in a good type of way. When I used to go to therapy, my therapist always said it would do me some good if I branched out and picked up new books or shows to help ease me out of my comfort zone and lower my anxiety abt new experiences. It’s really good advice but I never really took it cause even if I did I would always stop bc I was scared. Which is normal in a way? Idk. Point is, I don’t like getting into new things and I’m more than happy to spend the rest of my life watching the same TV shows and books where I know what’s gonna happen and I won’t be emotionally brought down when something goes wrong in the story and it fucks with me. I thought it was a way for me to finally be happy ya know? I know what’s gonna happen so it can’t bother me and I’ll have peace of mind. But no after really getting into the MTMTE comics it got me thinking abt some things. Abt my own mental health in general. Like I think I’m ok. I think I’m better now and I am. I’m miles better than what I was before, but I’m not completely ok and I don’t think I’ve come to terms with that. I always thought that getting the help I needed was all it would take for me to be ok, but no. That’s only half my solution. I always thought that as long as I felt ok then I was ok. Makes sense right? Right. But I wasn’t allowing myself to feel literally anything else other than positive emotions. I shut out any form of negativity and didn’t let myself experience that bc I thought it would drag me back to square one but the truth is that I’ve been dragging myself back to square one without even realizing it. If I don’t allow myself new experiences and the chance to feel grief, anger, sadness etc and etc. over even the smallest things that weigh heavily on me then I’m only stifling my growth. Being happy all the time isn’t normal. Ofc it would be ideal, but it’s not realistic or normal. I don’t get into new things bc I’m scared and that’s ok. That’s the fun of getting into new things I guess? Idk I’m still pretty new to the whole getting into new fandoms thing. Transformers isn’t new for me in the slightest, but it’s nice that it came back to me. Something familiar to overcome something larger. Am I gonna start picking up some new shows and books now? Not in the slightest. Although I now realize the extent of how I hold myself back mentally and emotionally. I also know that I am a lazy little shit and will not do anything unless it’s either necessary or I’m really motivated. What can I say? I’m just built different. Damn. And all this shit bc I started reading a comic series abt space robots and went through the entire catalog of emotions without feeling like I’m losing my grip on myself and/or reality. Wierd. Anyway, sorry to dump all this on here so suddenly. It’s not what I usually post, but I don’t feel ashamed to ramble on abt my emotions and mental health bc I think it’s normal. I’m not gonna do this regularly no ofc not. But only when significant (things I consider significant) things in my life happen. Funny how things work out. Anyway. It’s almost 12:35 am and I’m gonna go sleep off everything of today.

[jungkookiebus]

Could you do a yoongi fic for me please? Some like random timestamp like 2:00am or something... Recently I've been obsessed with these. You could make it smut or fluff or both idc I'm just feeling like I need aman like yoongi right now.

I made you a super fluffy Yoongi, my love :)

[5: 48 am]

Yoongi rolled over in his sleep, his mind was stillsomewhere between a half-remembered dream and wakefulness. In that dream he hadbeen walking down a street, people looking directly in his face without being recognizedand he felt so free, but then as soonas he opened his eyes to the blurry lines of an early sunrise he realized itwas only just that; a dream. He sighed, his heart suddenly heavy with thethought and wishing he could go back to sleep and be anonymous once more. Thenhe caught the smell of a comforting scent he was all too familiar with. A swirlof jasmine and vanilla hit his nose and he was brought back to reality oncemore as he rolled over to see you sleeping next to him. You looked peaceful,more than likely dreaming yourself because he could see your eyes moving; yourhand rested next to your face with your hair fanned out behind you as if youhad just turned over. He watched as you breathed steadily, settling his face ontop of his hand so that he could watch you. Different expressions passed acrossyour face as you continued to sleep and he wondered what it was that you weredreaming about. Surely for you it wasn’t anonymity or the scary reality thatyou’d be recognized. He had kept you close and under wraps; making sure that noone found out who you were. The only people who knew you existed in his lifewere the rest of the group and management and as far as Yoongi was concerned,that was all that mattered. He was fiercely protective, he knew that, andsometimes it aggravated you but everything he did was because he was so in love with you. You had almost beenspotted with him once and the sheerpanic that ripped through his chest almost caused him to double over, but youwere never seen. After that day he swore he would do everything in his power tokeep you away from prying eyes.

When you weren’t at your own home you were staying withYoongi at his private apartment whenever he was available to stay. He had triedhis hardest to get you to live there full time but you had insisted that youwere fully capable of having your own place. He loved your tenacity because itmatched his own. The world saw him as this tough artist who knew what he wantedand didn’t give a shit, but also had a softer side to him but with you he feltlike himself. To you he wasn’t Suga or Agust D, he was just…Yoongi.

Yoongi thought back to the day he had met you a year and ahalf ago. With an iced Americano on his mind, desperately trying to stay awaketo finish a song he was producing, he had wandered down to a coffee shop thatwas open late into the night. He had stepped up to the counter, the usualbarista recognizing him immediately and started his coffee right away. Hestuffed his hands into his hoodie as he waited, rocking on his feet while hisgaze swept across the small coffee shop. His eyes landed on you tucked away ina corner, headphones on, laptop open, and several papers spread out around you.You weren’t particularly the most interestingperson he had ever seen, but you had some type of magnetism that drew him in.Once he had his drink he was almost out of the door, he really was, his handwas on it and he was pushing when the tight feeling in his chest told him heshould turn around and go back before he regretted it. He bit his lip, set hisshoulders, and walked over to your table. You didn’t see him for a few seconds,but when you looked up you jumped in surprise as you pulled your headphonesoff.

“I’m sorry,” you said in a rush. Yoongi’s heart fluttered atthe sound of your voice and he was sure he had never heard a more delicate,beautiful sound in his life. “Can I help you?”

You were looking at him inquisitively, but no recognitioncrossed your eyes. He didn’t think this far ahead, so he looked down at thepapers spread out around you.

“School?” he had asked. Wow, what an icebreaker, Yoongi.

You glanced down at the mess and sighed heavily beforelaughing.

“Yea, it’s kicking my ass right now. You in university aswell?” You gestured towards the coffee in his hand.

“Uh,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Not exactly.”

“Oh, you must have a job where you work late then.”

“You could say that. Mind if I sit?”

You shrugged as you began pulling some of the papers towardsyou. “Knock yourself out.”

Yoongi soon fell into easy conversation with you; actually,the best conversation he had had in a while. You had finally gotten curious asto why he was out so late and confessed who he was with blushing cheeks anddownturned eyes. You had admitted you were aware of BTS, but hadn’t had muchtime to get too invested in much because of school and then had the audacity toapologize for not recognizing him. Hehad assured you that it was more than okay.

Much to his surprise you had agreed to see him again at thesame café the next week. Weekly café visits soon because twice a week and thenhe was asking you out to dinner and before he knew it he was falling head overheels for you. At first, he was scared to bring you around the boys, but theday you stepped foot into the dorms and connected so effortlessly with them heknew you were something special. You could make them laugh, you treated themlike normal human beings, and at theend of the night you wrapped your arms around him as you kissed his cheek. Hehad just thought his life was complete up until that point. With his arms stillwrapped around you he kissed you for the very first time in the hallway whilein another room his family of six excitedly talked and laughed amongst oneanother. He had felt whole for thefirst time in his life.

Now, here you were, laid out next to him still here afterall of this time. You had realized early on just how hectic his life was, butyou took it all in stride and your smile never faltered.

“How can you be so happy about this all of the time?” he hadasked you one day. He was going over his schedule with you; the inevitabledread of not seeing you for some time settling deep in his stomach.

“Are you happy,Yoongi?” Your eyes were bright as you asked him the question.

“Of course I am.”

“Then I’m happy. I know I’ll get to see you. This,” you hadsaid pointing to the schedule, “isn’t forever, nor does it define ourrelationship.”

Yoongi didn’t cry and when he did it sure as hell wasn’t infront of anyone, but that day you were there when he broke down.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this, to deserve you,” he cried as he clung tightly toyou.

“Oh, baby,” you whispered, “you deserve the world.”

You moaned lightly in your sleep and shifted your positionjust the slightest bit. Yoongi brought his hand up and let his fingertips brushfrom your temple and down your cheek. Your nose scrunched at the light feeling,but you didn’t wake.

Now, Yoongi was glad that he had woken up. His dream of notbeing recognized was forgotten because not being recognized was what got himhere, in this moment, with you.

“I love you,” he whispered. His words floated in the spacesomewhere in your dream and his reality. “I promise to keep you safe, I’ll keepyou close, and nothing will ever hurtyou.”

He reached out and grabbed your hand softly and brought itto his lips, placing a kiss to your fingertips before laying it next to him andletting his eyes drift shut once more.

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[praphit]

Ad Astra: Dammit, Brad!

Just Ad some Astra, people! - and everything will be alright. There's a joke there somewhere; it's not in what I just said, and wherever it is, it's probably a bad one, but it's there! Sometimes, I like jokes that are bad. We all have a family member or two who tell the same bad joke over and over again, but love them for it.  Or sometimes it'll be the same joke that people tell at work, you know??  - about the weather, or the weekend or something:

I'm always hearing jokes like "I'm off to HR. So-and-so grabbed my butt again. They'd better fire his ass this time!" - AND THEN WE’D ALL LAUGH. ... ... in retrospect, that's not really a joke. ... Ok, better example - sometimes people will be like "Oh no! My wife is leaving me. She found me in bed with another woman... she's taking the kids." - AND THEN WE’D ALL... ... Hmm... I 'm starting to realize what assholes we've been. But, y’all know what I mean, right? There are jokes that are bad, and then there are bad jokes! *sigh* That leads me to this movie.

Brad Pitt, baby! Look at those eyes! Damn he's pretty! I hope I look that good when I'm his age. I'm here for them sending Brad Pitt anywhere. Send him to the jungle - I'm there! Send him under water - I'm there! So, of course, if you're sending him to space - I'm there! The prob is, it's a bad joke. They sent him to space and he didn't do nothing! - I mean NOTHING! All he did was float around and narrate. Idc how pretty he is, nobody wants to watch that!

Brad Pitt, with this movie, joins that special list of actors:

with Tom Hanks, and Meryl Streep, and George Clooney, and Denzel.

We love them. They're extremely talented. Critics love them. AND their movies are boring as hell - this one is no different. Don't believe me?? - go to RT and you'll see a critical rating of around 80% and an audience rating of around 46% (tho it might be less by now). Normally, I say the truth is in the middle, which is still in the 60's, so... yeah, "Ad Astra", everybody *slow clap*

There's a lot of beauty to behold in this flick (especially in the beginning), so it might win awards in that arena, but damn the plot and characters! Dag gon you, Brad Pitt! It's not his fault that the movie is boring. It IS his fault for being in this boring movie.

Brad's character has daddy issues, and decides to work them out in space. Critics will say how deep this movie is... this ain't deep. Brad, your dad is a jerk - THE END. 

Either make peace with that fact or say "bleep it" and move on with your life - don't drag us along for this boring ride.

Dammit, Brad! 

You could have been a diva! You could have been like "I know we're in space, but imma take off this suit, and my shirt... trust me, the ladies will love that. I'm Brad Pitt. And I know in this scene there are dangerous highly flammable substances around, but Brad Pitt needs a smoke; make it work in the story! I know this is an Oscar craving drama, but I feel like fightin a mutha bleeper or two. Hey you! Yeah! Jamie Kennedy! Donald Sutherland! I've always wanted to punch y'all. Let's fight! Come here! I'm Brad Pitt! Where ya going?!

Hey, Liv Tyler! 

Where the hell have you been? I know this scene doesn't call for it, but let's you and me make sweet, sweet love. What?! Why not?! I'm Brad Pitt!"

But, instead he kept his mouth shut (except for when the director made him narrate in monotone), and just floated around in space. Every now and then, Ruth Negga would appear or Tommy Lee Jones... and every now and then something beautiful would appear, but then back to Brad's thoughts about daddy in space.

DAMMIT, BRAD!

I mean...

I....

*deep sigh*

Grade: D

Plus, we've already made this movie! - several times! It doesn't have to be complex. They did... what was it? - Armageddon, with um... Bruce Willis, and... Ben Affleck... 

... and wasn't Liv Tyler in that too?  - Was that her last movie? And I think Chris Tucker showed up and started singing... with a crazy hairdo... that doesn't sound right at all, but that's what I remember.

They did Apollo 13! 

The Hanky Pank Man went into space and probably won an Oscar or something.

Didn't Ryan Gosling go into space recently?

I don't remember much of that movie. He was probably crying, cuz that's his strength. He builds up to a cry for the whole movie, then at the end he makes us cry with him. Sorry, cuz that's pretty much a spoiler for all of his movies.

Matthew McConaughey went into space... something about time travel or something, I think. 

Was Liv in that too?! Maybe she has actually been stuck in space. All of these movies are connected - they're just trying to get Liv Tyler out of space and back into Hollywood.

... nah, it was some other pretty pale white woman.

Sandra Bullock went into space. 

She floated around for a while... but she didn't do that for hours whining about daddy issues like a lil bitch, BRAD PITT! (sorry, again, not your fault). SANDRA eventually did stuff... though I can't remember what. I remember ghost George Clooney ( at least I think he was a ghost) showing up in her space pod ... and then he made them both space martini's,

 and.... and then she took off her pants. There was a butt shot, and roll credits. 

Again, that doesn't sound right, but that's what I remember. Why did she take off her pants? Or is that what ladies do when in the presence of Clooney?

And I think Mark Hamill might have went into space and did some stuff as well.

I seem to have forgotten a lot about these movies, but that's kinda my point! Just go up into space, do some shit, and come back! We're going to forget most of it anyway; just entertain us in the moment! You don't just go into space and float around, BRAD PITT!

DAMMIT, Brad! Those are hours of my life wasted listening to you drone on and on about NOTHING!

Again, I'm projecting my anger onto Brad, but it's not really his fault.

A better movie would have been this -

Brad decides to go to space, and take with him a handful of other actors who got stuck playing boring roles. They'll all revisit one of their more memorable exciting characters:

Brad - Tyler Durden

Hanks - Woody

(yep, yep... that’s weird)

Streep - the witch from "Into the Woods"

Denzel - the guy from Training Day

(Wow, did they think Denzel was going to grow into that jacket during filming?)

Clooney - Batman

(his nipple game was immaculate)

Let's put Damon in there, cuz... yeah... - he'll play... what part was it when his movies started to... you know... ??? Was it "The Informant!"? He'll play that guy.

We still need more color, I think. And another woman... a lil older... um... Rosie Perez!

I hear that she's coming back to acting. Maybe I shouldn't call it a come back, but... has she done anything since "White Men Can't Jump"?  or had she been in space with Liv Tyler? She's supposed to be in that "Birds of Prey" movie next year... why they grabbed her for that movie when she hasn't done anything in like 40 years, idk. BUT, she's going to be in MY movie dag gonit! - she'll play... Idk, we'll just throw a "White Men Can't Jump" T-shirt on her, and give her a basketball.

BOOM! The team!

They'll go into space in hopes to do something interesting or fun or.. something that generally doesn't suck ass.

And why does it always have to be about exploring the moon or mars? And why do we only meet stereotypical aliens? There always either cute and marketable or they want to kill us.

We wouldn't even have to go the alien angle. What about other entities? Ooo! Or what about God? Scientists often joke that they haven't yet found some white bearded old man surfing through space yet. But, what if they did?

How about this?!

Brad and his team find Jesus and the Holy Ghost surfing through the cosmos, looking for the Father.

(Jesus played by Lil Wayne and HG played by... Lady Gaga - sure)

BUT the Father (spoiler alert) is actually on earth. He came down in the form of... idk... Neil Degrasse Tyson.

Btw - did y'all know that Neil was Metoo'd? Somehow I had missed that. So, the Father takes that form, somehow forgets that he's God... maybe gets metoo'd, and now Jesus and the HG have to look for him. Brad and his gang have an interesting encounter with them, and end up joining their quest, and in the process come across... idk... a malfunctioning Optimus Prime (crossover, baby!) with a thirst for blood and vengeance!

All of that stuff gets handled in about 2 hours or so, and Brad Pitt and friends come back to earth and do a musical number with BTS.

 THAT, Bradley is how you do it!

DAMMIT, Brad!

To be fair, "Once upon a time in Hollywood" is good! So, maybe we'll look back and give Brad a pass for this.

Sooooo, hit me up, and let's make THAT movie, Brad!

Annnnd don't make no more bullshit. Thanks.