#every time I swear I’m over this fucking franchise

[hannaxjo]

Alan Rickman, David Thewlis, Gary Oldman and all those are iconic in their roles in Harry Potter, but I’ll always be a bit sad about that casting, because having that ‘Marauders era’ cast be age appropriate would’ve just been so much better for the story.

Sirius wasn’t this old man who spent 12 years in Azkaban, no he got locked up at 21. He spent almost third of his life in a cell. He wasn’t this wise father figure to Harry, he was a reckless thirty-something who never really got the chance to mature past 21.

Remus was an exhausted, bone deep tired man carrying both physical and mental scars from the suffering he went through. Because he’s a werewolf, because of the war, because he lost all of his friends. And he’s only 33 when first introduced.

And Snape. Snape wasn’t an old bitter man who just hated everyone and enjoyed being antagonistic. He was 31 in Harry’s first year. He began to work for Voldemort as a teen, and as a double agent at 20. He’s a thirty-something bitter man, who never got to really live or make real connections. From Harry’s perspective he’s scary and intimidating, but really he’s just kinda…sad and pathetic. And then especially that scene where Snape is begging Dumbledore to help save Lily, and promising anything in return. (Because apparently Dumbledore needs something in return…for saving people.) He’s twenty. Barely out of his teens. Rickman was good in that scene, but having someone who actually looks twenty, would better show how scared, young, guilty and just desperate he was. That might not put Dumbledore in such a good light, though.

And then, the characters I think would’ve been the most important to cast age appropriately. And most people probably already agree and know who I’m talking about. James and Lily. They were 21 when they died. When Harry sees them in the mirror of Erised, they’re 10 years older than him. That’s the age difference Ron has with Bill. In that scene I might understand somewhat them being in their thirties, because that’s what Harry wants. He wants his life with his parents, he wants to have been raised by them. Though, I don’t know if the mirror could know what they might’ve looked like in their thirties, since they didn’t live that long. But then, in the cemetery when Voldemort’s wand spits the last spells cast, we see Lily and James as they were. 21. They’re telling their son to hold on just a moment longer. And they are 7 years older than him. In Deathly Hallows, Harry sees Voldemort kill them. They’re not this happy couple who’s got to love each other for a long time, only to have that happiness torn from them, no they started at Hogwarts ten years ago. They’re 21, and they’ve barely tasted that happiness. At the end of the book Harry talks to his parents. They comfort him and promise to stay with him, as he goes to die. Harry’s seventeen. James and Lily are four years older than him.

It wouldn’t have felt as nice. Harry being comforted by someone who looks almost his age. But it wasn’t nice. It was pretty tragic. Casting people who look 21, would’ve really made it land on the audience. It was a tragedy. They were barely adults.

#every time I swear I’m over this fucking franchise #some stupid ass thought drags me right back in #i didn’t mean to write that much #the brainrot is real #harry potter #harry potter movies #marauders #sirius #sirius black #remus lupin #severus snape #james potter #lily potter #lily evans #can you tell I don’t like Dumbledore

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒅

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - jake finally got time off work, and desperately needing some release, he decides to test out the strawberry shack.

warning - smut, gloryhole, swearing, slightly sub jake, creampie

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Jake headed inside The Strawberry Shack, feeling slightly nervous and giddy. He desperately needed a release, and he hadn’t even been able to touch himself because of how complicated, tiring and busy the mission had been. He had heard many good things about this place, knowing the women were well looked after and treated right. Jake decided to give it a go, dressing in comfortable pants and a band t-shirt, his hair spiked and glasses perched on his nose. 

He walks toward the woman at the counter, giving her a small smile. “Hi, I uh…” Jake turns pink, clearing his throat, not exactly knowing what he wants. The woman before him smiles, telling him where to go and how much. Jake hands the money over. “Thank you!” He blushes as he walks past her, heading down the hall and into the room. He chokes on his saliva, staring wide-eyed at the many holes and women. He didn’t know where to go or who to go to. 

Jake looked around until he settled on you, noticing how his cock twitched as his gaze landed on your plump arse. You looked like a peach, a delicious juicy peach from where he was standing. Jake begins to head in your direction, practically drooling and nearly tripping as Jake continues to stare, not taking his eyes off you. He whispers gently before touching you, not wanting to startle you. “Hey, peach. I uh, this is my first time at one of these places, and I want to make sure it’s okay to touch you…” He pouts down at you, unable to stop his cock from twitching.

You giggle, feeling your heart warm as he asks. You wiggle your arse, pushing it back against his clothed cock. “Yeah, sugar. You can touch. I’m all yours for however long you need me.” You release a breath as he skims your plump cheeks with his hands before moving them to the front of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his hardened cock. Jake’s hand moves up and down as he strokes himself, swiping his tip against your soft folds. “You’re doing so good for your first time… Such a big boy.” 

Jake whimpers, feeling his eyes slip closed as he places his swollen tip against your entrance and pushes in, grunting at how tight you feel around him. “J–Jesus… You’re so tight.” He groans, thrusting his hips and gripping yours. He’s never felt someone so tight and warm before. It was like Jake had entered heaven. He couldn’t stop the moment he slid into you, slamming his cock harder and faster into your soft cunt. “I–I can’t stop… It feels too good!” He cries out, one hand moving from your hip and slamming against the wall. Jake can feel your walls pulsating around him, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. 

Your hands curl into the pillow beneath you, burying your face into the softness as Jake slams harder into you. You couldn’t believe you had been getting every man who knew how to bring pleasure. Your cunt throbbed at the thought, causing Jake behind you to whimper and fuck deeper into you. His mushroom tip slams into your sweet spot, causing your toes to curl and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. “O–oh, feels amazing…” You manage to moan out, feeling your end near as he continues to thrust into your g-spot.

Jake feels the sweat building and his balls tightening, but he doesn’t want to cum until you do. He holds back, gritting his teeth and moving his hand underneath you, locating your swollen clit and rolling it between his fingers. “Mmm…” He groans as your walls flutter around him, sagging into the bed as your juices flow out of you and all over Jake and the floor. He begins to thrust harder, shuddering when his orgasm hits and his balls empty, burying his cock deep into you and filling you with his cum. 

You sigh dreamily, eyes fluttering as he pulls out of you and groans. Jake’s eyes lock onto your cum-filled cunt, watching it leak out, dripping down your legs and onto the ground. He gently tucks his softened cock back into his pants while he catches his breath and cools down his heated cheeks. “T–thank you…” Jake shyly replies, still not as confident. “You felt… Fantastic.” He blushes again before slowly walking off with a soft goodbye and a promise to return. 

You lie there, wondering what man you will get next. 

thank you for reading!

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[sunnitheapollokid]

🏎️ ˖*°࿐ CP 2, indirect grease-kisses.

🎤 mc’s notes : ANDDD we are back!!! may have to update this just every once a week, because LORD y’all know i can’t keep up LMAAAOOO but anyway. I MADE THIS ONE EXTRA LONG,, but i’m definitely gonna add more leo moments i swear. THIS WAS TO ADD TO THE PLOT!! so much love on racer au thank you so much you guys!! 🥹 see you next time, sunkisses! 💝

🏎️ ˖*°࿐

THERE WAS no way in hell leo was going to let (name) win this tour. why? oh, let me list them all out for ya’ yeah?

first of, she’s a girl. leo has a big ego. we been knew. second, he needed to get back on his streak. a familiar tap on his shoulder made him snap back into reality, his curls falling into the frames of his face as he locked eyes with percy's green ones. percy furrowed his brows and scrunched his face at leo's distraught expression.

"dude, what is up with you?" percy laughed lightly mid-sentence, keeping his hand on leo's shoulder. leo sighed heavily, finally looking away from the son of poseidon and ran his fingers through his hair. "nothin's up with me." leo shot, a little more harshly then he intended to.

percy only rolled his eyes, patting his back with his palm before going to find his own girl to worry about.

today was (name)'s and leo's second race together. the thought of leo getting beaten to her lingered longer than it should've in his head. it made him fidgety, agitated. the adhd in him was kicking in like 100 miles per hour.

he knew he needed to win. no matter what it possibly took.

🏎️ ˖*°࿐

UNLIKE LEO, (name) only cared about having a fun time on the track. the loved the people she could share it with, the people that got the time to watch her actually race. she beamed brightly amongst the crowd of paparazzi and fans as she gripped the pen in her hand to sign autographs.

she made her way to the track, wiping the dirt off her car. she wiped bead of sweat off her forehead before fixing her hair in the mirror.

"(nickname)." she jumped. "annie!" (name) snorted, the twinkling smile practically never leaving the corners of her lips. "what in the horror movie??" she asked the girl, who had her hands on her hips. annabeth shot her a glare, "what in olympus' name did you do to leo valdez?!" she whisper-yelled. (name) gave out a puzzled expression. "leo? nothing, why would you ask a question?" the name that she'd said, slipping out of her lips like honey, like it was sweet and tangible to say.

and annabeth could tell.

"don't play games with me little miss sunshine. they guy's been dazing the whole time we got to la." annabeth whispered louder, she looked concerned. (name) grew worried, the churning of her stomach becoming nostalgic to her when leo had first gotten to camp half-blood.

she raised her hands in defense, "i'm telling the truth!" annabeth let out a grumble before their conversation was cut off by an announcement by the mc. when the static-spoken voice was done, annabeth turned to (name) again. "talk to him."

(name) now mirrored her scrunched up brows. "annie, you know i can't do that. i stumble over my fucking words like i had them for breakfast- and then realizing i had food poisoning." annabeth was a little confused at the metaphor, choosing to ignore it.

"i don't even know why you do. the guy's smitten for you." annabeth toned her voice lower. (name) rolled her eyes, annabeth had always told her leo reciprocated the same feelings she'd have for him ever since day one. realizing that (name) wouldn't give in so easily, she made a deal. (name) was one for deals. competition. the chase. the race?

the light blue racer pulled her into a darker corner of the track, away from paparazzi and fans. "want to bet?" (name) cocked a brow, her arms tucked away in annabeth's grasp. but she grew intruiged, "what's the bet?" annabeth gave a mischievous smile, "talk to him. if he's not into you, you get to do races outside of camp half-blood franchise. isn't that what you've always wanted?"

(name) eyes twinkled. "and if he is?" she tilted her head. annabeth gave her a dead-panned expression. "seriously (nickname)? then you get leo!"

oh. she knew that. duh.

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LEO STAYED back in the boys' lounge for a bit before the race. he needed to recollect his thoughts. he drank the bitter drink in his hand, non-alcoholic, but he hoped that it'd help his mind from spinning around her.

there was a surprising knock on the door. he quickly picked himself up, his shoes knocking on the floor as he twisted the door open, "(name)?" he greeted, more of a question than a friendly gesture. she tugged her lips into a grin. "hey lee. you busy?" she moved her feet to walk inside.

the boys lounge looked like any boy-occupied space. there were car magazines and glass cups, as well as extra pillows for extra big naps. numerous black couches in the middle of the room, of course, the giant window that overlooked the track. she could see her car beside his.

"everything okay? something with your car?" leo tucked his hands in his pockets as he leaned on the door with his back. (name)'s heart practically paced. yet, so was leo's. but he was better at hiding it. "my car? no, no." she shook her head as she sat down on the leather chair. leo's eyebrows raised, sitting beside her in his usual spot.

"so.. then, what brings you in here? to gloat? maybe admire me?" he gave a subtle wink, but (name) was too preoccupied by the glass beside him. "what's that?" she pointed, completely dodging the question. the perked up curiosity made him chuckle. he handed it to her, "you can try it if you want."

she held the half-full cup, she swirled it, it looked just like regular apple juice. but she beg to differ. she took a whiff of the drink. it smelled, sharp. she gave out a dissatisfied look that brunette chuckled louder at. "what's wrong? can't take to drink?"

(name) could practically melt at his voice. "aren't you like.. sixteen? why are you drinking?" she still laced her fingers on the fragile cup. "it's non-alcoholic, luz solar." she figured. then taking a sip out of it like it was natural. it was definitely bitter. but it didn't taste anywhere near alcoholic.

but, metallic. it tasted like the scent of metals and grease. could it be?

🏎️ ˖*°࿐ end of cp 2.

#— sunni adores leo (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡ #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez fic #leo valdez pjo #leo valdez fanfic #pjo fanfic #pjo x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians

[spencerreidswhore187]

Checkmate (Part One)

By @spencerreidswhore187 for @sackofpissandshit

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Summary: Spencer finds out that reader is not who he thought they were. (Lots of angst)

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Unsub (g!n) Reader

Word Count: 2.3K

TW: Death, violence, brief mentions of kidnapping, rape, alcohol/substance abuse and guns.

A/N: Hi! This is my first Spencer Reid fanfic and I’ve also not proof read it so please don’t judge if it’s not very good. It’s inspired/named after the song Checkmate by Conan Gray and influenced a little by the film Mr and Mrs Smith.

“I’m sorry Reid,” Emily whispered. When the team found out, they had to draw straws in order to decide who’d be the one to tell Spencer. Penelope had tears in her eyes and Emily chewed her nails down to the finger. None of them wanted to be the one to break his heart, not after Meave.

Spencer had experienced heartbreak before but not like this. Whereas before, when he watched the girl he loved get shot, his heart shattered into a thousand pieces. It hurt him so much, like a physical wound. But now? His heart was fine and, yet, it were as if the rest of his organs had shut down. He couldn’t feel anything. He was floating. He could see Emily’s lips moving but all he could hear was your voice, playing over and over and over again in his head.

Spencer remembered the day he told you that he loved you as though it was yesterday. It was late at night, stars splattered across the midnight sky; your legs were draped over his as you lay stretched across Spencer’s sofa. You both had spent the day binging the Star Wars franchise for what was probably the a hundredth (in release order, much to Spencer’s dismay.) You’d looked so beautiful with the crimson and azure lights reflected from the lightsabers on the TV dancing across your skin.

Your mouth was full of pistachio ice cream when the words slipped out, “I love you.” Spencer recalled the way your eyes widened - as if no one had ever said those words to you before. “I love you y/n. I love you, I love you, I love you.” Your lips stretched into a soft smile.

“I love you, too, Spence. More than anything, never forget that.”

Spencer would have sacrificed anything to go back to that moment: every IQ point, every novel in his possession, his role in the FBI. But no matter what happened, Spencer could not turn back time. He could not return to a time before he knew you were a killer.

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“He’s a fucking FBI agent.” Ben spat.

“No he’s not,” you protested, “he’s a surgeon.”

It’s why he had so many spontaneous shifts, why he’d suddenly have to leave in the middle of the night or during a date, it’s why he’d sometimes be gone for long periods of time.

You hated the way Ben laughed at you. You hated Ben. Full stop.

“How can you be so ignorant y/n. You are so god damn naive.”

“He’s a doctor. I swear.” Spencer wouldn’t lie to you. He’d promised you, the night he said he loved you, that he would never lie to you.

Ben slung an arm around your neck and pulled you into him, overwhelming you with the vile scent of alcohol and piss.

“Then fucking explain this,” he grinned, showing you a photo of your boyfriend. You lurched forward as you read the headline of the article: ‘Dr Spencer Reid of Quantico’s Behaviour Analysis Unit’.

It hurt. So much. This betrayal consumed you. You shoved your boss off of you and vomited. You could hear Ben’s laugh reverberating off the grim walls of the basement you were in as he stumbled away.

You scrubbed at your lips, trying to rid yourself of taste.

Your boyfriend, your best friend, worked for the FBI. And you were a killer.

You were eight years old when it happened, they’d grabbed you off the street as you were walking home from school. The police would have found you if they’d looked. Then men go took you did not wear masks, nor did they bother disguising themselves or the van they tied you up in the back of. It had taken your parents four days to realise you were gone. It had taken the police two hours before they gave up searching. No one had cared enough to find the little lost child. No one had ever cared about you, until Spencer.

You learnt quickly that the only way to survive was to do what they say. Deal drugs, steal, you didn’t care. You would do anything to live. And these men exploited that. They manipulated you. They corrupted you. They were the first people you killed. You slept better than ever that night, in an abandoned alley. Alone. Free.

That’s where Ben had found you. Ben, the leader of a minor gang, paid you to go after those who’d wronged him. The people who broke his rules - rapists, pedophiles, murderers. You enjoyed being a vigilante at first. But soon you learnt you could hurt them in way worse than death…Ben agreed with you.

You would frame them for crimes, rob them, plant drugs in their possession. You would stand from the sidelines at watch their lives collapse.

And now it was your turn. This was a strange sense of Karma.

You and Spencer played a game of Chess every night before you went to sleep. You were waiting for him to come home as you slipped a vail of hemlock into his drink and placed the glass next to the board. Staring at pieces, you heard the front door open.

“Checkmate,” you whispered.

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Spencer pressed his loaded gun firmly behind his back, breathing heavily as he climbed the stairs to the bedroom. He knew what would be waiting for him, the same thing that awaits him every evening when he returns from work.

You were sat crossed legged in your chair, leaning over the chess board analysing the pieces. You’d been playing this game for the last three weeks - both of you always managed to escape being checked.

You had a glass of water in hand and there was a glass for him next to his seat. Neither of you drank alcohol. Spencer had been sober since his drug addiction and you refused to drink after he told you that he was ten years sober. It was things like that, the small things you did, that made Spencer believe you were gentle and kind. He chided himself for being so stupid.

You looked up grinning at Spencer who was leaning against the doorway. He loved that smile. He hated himself for still loving it.

“Hey Spence.”

How could you be so glib when your hands are covered in the blood of innocents?

“Hi y/n,” he said, fist tightening around the gun.

“How was work? I saw or the news there was crash near the hospital. Did many people get-” you were interrupted by the sound of a gun cocking.

You abruptly stood up and stumbled away from Spencer.

“W-what are you doing.” You tried your best to sound scared when he pointed the gun at you.

“What do you think I’m doing? You are a criminal. You are a fucking murder!” Spencer did not feel guilty when you flinched.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Baby, please, I’ve never heart anyone. Please put the gun down and we can talk.”

Spencer had never noticed your tell before but it was clearer than ever, now. You chewed on the corner of your lip. This was all the confirmation he needed.

He would not be played like a pawn.

“Cut the act, y/n.” You searched his eyes but they were void of any emotion. Her loving Spencer was gone. Dead.

“What act?”

“You know what bloody act. No more games.”

Fine. You couldn’t help but think that things were finally getting fun.

“You’re not going to shoot me, Spencer, you’re an FBI agent. You have a code of conduct. You have morals.” You mocked, disdain evident in your words. “That’s right, isn’t it? You have doctorates but you are not an actual doctor. What you are is a fucking liar.”

That was the first time you’d ever called him Spencer. It had always been ‘Spence’. The facade was truly gone and he felt wretched.

How could you use him like that?

He walked towards you, pressing the barrel of his gun against your temple, forcing you to walk backwards until you hit the wall.

“You’re not going to shoot me,” you repeated.

And you were right. Despite Emily telling him to shoot if necessary, Spencer could not bring himself to do it. He was better than you. He had to be better than you.

“Yes I am,” he whispered.

He was not surprised when he felt the cold metal of a blade kiss his neck. Spencer had walked into your trap.

He was surprised, however, when a lone tear slipped down your cheek. His fingers itched to brush it away.

You looked up at him, “did it mean nothing to you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“This. All of it. You knew who I was…what I was the whole time and still you made me love you. You made me believe that you actually loved me.”

This was perhaps the first time Dr Spencer Reid had ever been confused.

“I-what?”

“Why did you have to make me love you?” You breathed.

“Y/N. I don’t understand.”

“You lied about being a doctor. You were undercover. You orchestrated this entire relationship just so you could arrest me. I want to, no, I need to know why.”

“That’s not true. I lied to protect you. My job gets people hurt, it gets people killed!” Spencer cried, “I lied to protect you!”

You pulled your knife away from his neck.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I would never hurt you.”

“You have a gun aimed at my fucking head!”

Spencer dropped the gun and kicked it away from the two of you. You were so close that your noses kept brushing with every movement.

He inhaled sharply, “how many people have you killed?”

“I-none.”

“Margaret Sheppard, Claire Daugherty, Travis Smith, Lance Chen and Aidan Keith. Do those names ring any bells?” Spencer pressed into you, his long fingers curled around your upper arms.

Spencer tried not to think of the nights of the murders, the ones you spent as a knot of limbs - not knowing where one of you began and the other ended. He tried not to think of the way you would gasp or how, afterwards, you would pull him to you, leaning your forehead against his, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. The betrayal was the most painful thing Spencer had ever experienced.

“I did not kill any of them. I didn’t,” you protested.

“So explain to me how they all ended up dead within days of each other. Their necks slit and an ‘x’ cut into their wrists?”

“Spencer, I promise you, I did not kill any of those people.”

“It’s your MO y/n. We know it was you.” Or, he thought he did. You weren’t chewing your lip. “You’re telling me that you have never killed anyone?”

“That’s not-”

“Don’t lie to me!” He shouted, slamming his hand against the wall. “Please. Please just tell me the truth.”

“I have killed people before. I have killed to survive. I have killed because I had to. I have killed because I wanted to. I have killed for fun. But I have not murdered anyone in the last three years. I have not taken a single life since the day I met you!”

Spencer couldn’t breathe.

You continued, “Margaret Sheppard drowned her newborn baby because it was crying too loud. Daugherty ran a sex trafficking ring, Smith and Chen took turns raping their 15 year old daughters. Aidan Keith beat his wife black and blue. They are…were…rich. They were going to get away with it. I did what I was told to, I made them stop.

“I stole millions of dollars from Sheppard. She had no choice but to claim bankruptcy. I helped every single girl escape Claire Daugherty before I put her in a coma. I planted very incriminating evidence on Travis Smith and Lance Chen - evidence that landed them both a life sentence in a high security prison. And Keith? I wanted to kill him. He was one of the men who kidnapped me when I was a child, but I didn’t. I saved him for last. I destroyed what mattered most to him: his reputation.

“I lied and I stole and I hurt but I did not kill any of them. I would not have done anything that would have risked my relationship with you, Spencer.”

He pulled away from you and started pacing around the room. You stood frozen as he reached for his drink.

I have killed to survive. Those words were replaying in his head (curse his eidetic memory). He wanted to know what you meant. He needed to know. What did you mean by one of the men who kidnapped me? Neither Emily or Rossi had told Spencer any of this. None of the BAU had. He mentally went through all of the cold case kidnappings from around eighteen years ago in the area but none stuck out. Were you lying? Was this some elaborate trick? A trap? His head was spinning.

Spencer reached for the untouched glass of water next to the chess board and took a sip.

You lurched foreword and pulled the cup out of his hand, throwing it against the wall. Tiny fragments of glass flew around the room as it shattered, water staining the wall.

It all made sense to Spencer, in that moment, as his eyelids grew heavy, you had poisoned the drink. That was why you had kept glancing at the glass. But, if you wanted to kill him, why did you stop him from drinking more? Why did you break the glass? The last thing he did before the world went dark was whisper “I love you.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! Part two soon ◡̈

#criminal minds #spencer reid #mathew gray gubler #mgg #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid angst #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds evolution #emily prentiss #david rossi #penelope garcia

[captainremmington-13]

Cold

A Bellova x Coriolanus One-Shot

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, the images above, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova, Drusilla, and Oliveria. I also do not condone the beliefs or actions of Coriolanus or Bellova.

Summary: Gym class gets heated in a multitude of ways. 

⚠️Warnings⚠️: swearing, violence, mentions of injury, allusions to sex, slut shaming, bullying(?)

A/n: This takes place one school years before TBOSAS occurs, (the equivalent of their junior year of high school). Also, I HIGHLY recommend you catch up on my series, A Lady Made of Snow, before reading this.

“Damn, Plinth, how are you so good at this?”

Sejanus laughed, releasing his hands from the metal bar and landing solidly on his feet. “I train at home when I have free time. Pa always said that a man’s strength is split between physicality and mentality.” 

Bellova rolled her eyes playfully. “I wouldn’t know, my father always said that brains are far more valuable than brawn.”

Sejanus walked over to the bench where she was sitting and picked up his gym towel, dabbing it across his forehead to rid it of sweat. “Your turn, Bellova.”

She sighed, tightening the neat ponytail that kept her long black hair out of her face. She would much rather be working on that history essay that was assigned this morning. But for now, she had to do as many pull-ups as she could in one minute while Sejanus held a timer.

At least she excelled in gym class. Professor Aggrippina Sickle consistently praised her for her skills. She was flexible, strong, and nimble, all the traits needed to make a quality athlete. Though she didn’t hate the physical education period, it wasn’t exactly her favorite. Sickle worked every student hard, pushing them to their limits. 

About ten pull-ups in, Bellova saw Coriolanus walk up to Sejanus, taking a seat next to him. This was quite unusual, it was usually Sejanus who initiated conversations, not the other way around.

Clearly, Coriolanus was up to no good.

As soon as the timer in Sejanus’s hand went off, Bellova let go of the bar and strode towards the two boys. Their gym clothes consisted of a loose tank top and shorts, which were mainly academy red with a hint of gold near the edges of the fabric. They weren’t very flattering, but Sejanus and Coriolanus still managed to look good.  If their lives had played out differently, she would’ve been quite flustered being so physically close to them.

The girl’s clothes were slightly better in Bellova’s opinion. The tank tops were similar to the boys’, but instead of shorts, they had skirts with built-in shorts underneath. 

The only thing Bellova didn’t like about them was the stares she got as soon as she walked out of the girl’s locker room. 

Bellova only stopped walking when she was inches from Coriolanus’s legs. “Get up, I was sitting here earlier.”

The blond rolled his eyes. “I’m not an Avox, you can’t just order me around.”

Instead of continuing to bicker, Bellova simply turned around and placed herself in between her two classmates.

Sejanus and Coriolanus exchanged glances, but didn’t attempt to shoo her away. They knew that if they did, they’d each walk away with painful bruises.

“I’m so fucking bored,” Bellova complained, inspecting her nails for any signs of damage. “I wish that Professor Sickle didn’t make us stay here until everyone is done with her drills. I could have gotten started on the history project, or that essay that was assigned this morning.”

“The essay should be easy,” Sejanus said. “Professor Click said it only needed to be two pages long.”

 Bellova shrugged. “True, but you know I love to go above and beyond.”

Sejanus looked up at the clock that hung just above the gymnasium doors. “Well, the period ends in two minutes, you won’t have to wait much longer.”

“Good,” Bellova said, turning to Coriolanus to give him a snide look. “Both of you desperately need showers.” 

Coriolanus scowled back. “You have no concept of manners.”

“And you think you do?”

“Watch it,” Coriolanus spat. “Or I’ll-“

His threat was promptly cut off when he noticed a girl storming up to them. 

“Oliviera,” Bellova said, giving her a sickly sweet smile. “How can I help you?”

The girl in question glanced at Coriolanus, then Sejanus, and finally locked gazes with Bellova again.

“Whoring yourself out again, I see.”

Bellova looked shocked, which was a rare sight to behold. “Excuse me?” 

“First you fucked Felix, and now these two?” 

Coriolanus watched, speechless, as Bellova’s face turned pink. “What the hell are you talking about? I went to the gala with him at the end of the last school year, and that was it. We never even dated.”

“Oh, please,” Oliviera said smugly. “You obviously slept with him. I saw you get in his father’s limousine and head towards the Presidential Palace. Tell me, why did you do it?”

“You’re a fucking liar,” Bellova hissed. “I slept in my own bed that night, thank you very much. Coriolanus can vouch for me, he was there when my car arrived.”

Bellova shot Coriolanus a look, as if to say ‘back me up.’

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah I was.”

Bellova bit back a grin, trying to conceal her relief that he had actually helped her out. 

“Now that that’s settled,” she began, giving Oliviera a sharp glare. “Don’t ever ask about my personal life again. In fact, don’t even fucking speak to me, or I’ll ruin you and your family.” 

Oliviera’s pale, pointed face contorted into an expression of rage. She raised her right hand, ready to strike Bellova across the face.  

“Woah,” Sejanus said, instinctively placing an arm in front of Bellova. “Leave her alone, Oliviera. She hasn’t done anything wrong.”

“Sejanus, I can handle this,” Bellova snapped, standing up abruptly. 

“Bellova,” Coriolanus said, grabbing her wrist. “Don’t. You’ll get in trouble with Professor Sickle.”

Bellova pulled out of his grip, giving him a warning look. “Don’t get in my way, Coryo. Trust me, you’ll wanna stay out of th-“

Oliviera suddenly grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her forward, promptly cutting her off. 

Bellova screamed, causing every head in the room to turn to her. Oliviera harshly tugged on her ebony locks once more, and delivered a mediocre but effective punch to her cheek. 

“Get off of me!” Bellova cried, trying to push her assailant away. 

Sejanus was the first one to come to Bellova’s aid, freeing her from Oliviera’s iron grip. Coriolanus found himself standing up as well, grabbing Bellova by the shoulders gently and moving her several feet away from the other girl. 

She was deadly silent, which frightened Coriolanus slightly. He was worried that her rage was building up, and that he’d be the target when it finally boiled over. 

Professor Sickle was now rushing over to where Sejanus and Oliviera stood. She demanded an explanation from Oliviera, but she refused to speak. Instead, Sejanus told the professor what had happened, but left out all of the sensitive information. 

Bellova could hear Professor Sickle scolding Oliviera, and didn’t even try to bite back her grin. The bitch was going to get what she deserved.

Oliviera ordered to go to the dean’s office, so she headed out of the gymnasium, dragging her feet. Then, the professor approached Coriolanus and Bellova.

“Are you alright, Miss Reginelle?” she asked, gently moving Bellova’s hair out of the way to reveal the bruise forming on her cheek. “Oh dear, we need to get some ice on that. Mister Snow, can you take her to the nurse’s office while I dismiss the rest of the class?”

Coriolanus nodded, and beckoned for Bellova to follow him. She did so reluctantly, avoiding his gaze.

The walk to the school infirmary was…tense, to say the least. Bellova held a hand up to her cheek, covering the purple and blue mark on her face. As they passed by, several Academy students gave them strange looks. 

They weren’t used to seeing them within a foot of each other and not arguing.

Coriolanus pretended to ignore it, but it bothered him. He didn’t like feeling judged. He also hated rumors, as they were beyond his control. 

But he kept walking, keeping his gaze straightforward as he and Bellova approached their destination. He refused to let her or anyone else know he was perturbed by the attention they were receiving. 

Finally, Coriolanus spotted the infirmary doors. Politely opening them for Bellova, he followed behind her once she’d entered the room. 

“Miss Drusilla,” Coriolanus began, approaching the middle-aged woman dressed in white who was sitting behind a desk. “Bellova was attacked during gym class. She needs a cold press for her face, and perhaps some ointment to help with the swelling.” 

Bellova was quickly ushered into a plus chair by Miss Drusilla, and instructed to stay put until she returned with the ice. Coriolanus stood next to her, feeling quite awkward. What was there to say?

He cleared his throat. “I’m surprised that you didn’t really fight back.” 

Bellova sighed. “I wanted to pin the attack solely on Oliviera. I don’t want any blemishes on my academic record.” She gave him a wry smile. “That would give you a leg up, and I can’t have that, can I?”

He laughed. “Of course. You’d never give me the upper hand willingly.”

She gave him a cheeky grin that very nearly made him blush. “You know me so well.”

Coriolanus expression then turned more serious, his pink lips curling downwards slightly. “But seriously, that girl was out of her mind.”

“She’s a jealous bitch, always has been,” Bellova said. “She desperately wants to get laid, and thinks that I’m stealing boys away from her or something ridiculous like that.”

“Ah.” Coriolanus never quite understood the reasoning behind girls’ rampant jealousy. Wouldn’t it be simpler to just focus on themselves? He supposed he’d never really know.

Bellova sighed, turning her head away from Coriolanus. She thought back to what Oliviera had said right after claiming she’d had sex with Felix Ravinstill. 

She accused Bellova of sleeping with Coriolanus and Sejanus. And, even worse, she implied she’d fucked them both at the same time.

It was an absurd assumption, really. Everyone knew that Bellova had a less-than-healthy relationship with the Snow heir. They exchanged horrible insults, and went out of their way to provoke each other. There were some times, like now, where there was peace between them. But those moments were becoming rarer as time passed on.

It was obvious that she wasn’t extremely fond of Sejanus Plinth either. He was a nice boy, but he was district. If he hasn’t been born in District Two, she would have considered him a close friend. Bellova couldn’t be too closely associated with him, or people would talk.

Miss Drusilla returned with a small bag full of ice and a small jar. She placed the bag in Bellova’s hands. “Keep that on your face for about ten minutes, and then apply the ointment after.”

Bellova nodded, doing as she was told. “Thank you,” she said quietly. 

“Of course, dear.” The nurse then turned to Coriolanus. “You can head to your next class, Mister Snow.”

He nodded, and looked at the injured girl before him. “See you tomorrow.”

She didn’t reply, simply giving him a small nod, half of her face hidden by the ice. 

The bruise was painful, but the cold demeanor that Coriolanus gave her somehow hurt even more.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When the phone in Bellova’s room rang, she immediately picked it up. She assumed either Persephone or Lysistrata wanted to check in her. After all, they were there when the incident took place, but were on the opposite side do the gym when it occurred.

“Hey,” she said into the speaker, her tone casual and relaxed.

“Hello, this is Bellova, right?”

Her body tensed immediately. It was Coryo.

“How did you get my number?”

Bellova winced. She hasn’t meant to come off so aggrssively, but when she was caught off-guard, it happened naturally.

“Sejanus,” he answered simply. 

“Ah.”

Fuck, this was awkward. Bellova took a deep breath, and then spoke again. 

“Why exactly are you calling me?”

“I just…wanted to check in with you. I assume the bruise will heal up soon?”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “As long as I keep icing it and applying that ointment Drusilla gave me, it will be gone in a week or so.”

“Good,” Coriolanus said stiffly. “I also wanted to inform you that after you left the campus, I found out that Oliviera was suspended for two weeks as a consequence for her actions. When she returns, she’ll be closely supervised.”

Bellova rolled her eyes. “That doesn’t seem harsh enough. But if she fucks with me again, she’ll really get what was coming to her.”

Coriolanus’s laugh rang in her ear, and she found herself grinning like an idiot. Quickly forcing the smile to fade, she added, “I appreciate you backing me up earlier.” 

“Of course,” he replied. “It was the right thing to do.”

“Careful, Coryo,” she said teasingly. “It’s starting to sound like you care about me.” 

She could practically see him rolling his eyes. “Trust me, that’s not what I was trying to convey.” 

Bellova felt her fondness for him fade immediately. “Whatever. I need to go, I have homework to do and so do you.”

Coriolanus hummed. “Alright. I’ll leave you too it.”

“Bye.”

Bellova set the phone back on the receiver a bit too harshly, and collapsed backwards onto her mattress dramatically.

Just when she thought he was trying to be being nice to her, he metaphorically slammed the door in her face. 

But that was just how Coriolanus was. He’d show hints of affection and care, and then turned cold. She wasn’t sure why, but she suspected that he was afraid to be vulnerable. She sympathized with that, but the constant game of hot-and-cold was irritating.

Why couldn’t he at least try to be more consistently considerate?

‘Stop it,’ she chided herself. ‘It doesn’t fucking matter. He’s always been like this and that’ll never change. Now, we have homework to finish.’

With that, she pushed herself off of her bed and headed to her desk. She sat down on her plush chair and opened the drawer designated for writing materials. Retrieving several sheets of paper and a fountain pen, she took a deep breath and began to write, ignoring the throbbing on her cheek from the escapades that had occurred earlier. 

Strangely, the bruise didn’t feel like something to be ashamed of. It felt like a battle wound, something that showed she could handle herself. 

It further proved that she was strong, resilient, a true Reginelle through and through.

And nothing could take that away from her.

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TAGLIST: @daenerysqueenofhearts, @squidscottjeans, @euphemiaamillais, @gracieroxzy, @effectwalker, @vxnilla-hxrddrugs, @mystargirl-interlude

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think in the comments! I’m so sorry this took FOREVER to write, my life has been rly busy this week :(( I apologize if the quality of this fic isn’t great, I kinda rushed the ending a little…

Also, let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! (I had to add some of y’all to a comment instead becuz tumblr won’t let me tag more people for some reason☹️)

#coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow x oc #tbosas #the hunger games #coriolanus snow x reader #original character #thg prequel #sejanus plinth #sejanus x reader #sejanus deserved better

[seeminglyseph]

I swear I’ll just be existing in my life and something will just be like “hey, remember Roxas, Axel, Xion and Namine?” And I just have to sit for a while and process my feelings about a video game franchise I have not finished because most of my feelings are tied up in my teenage self and it’s difficult to return properly to that place as a 30-something but fuck, somehow those four above all characters (even Riku who is objectively very well written) just hit me every fucking time.

I know there’s a reason Sora is the main character, and Donald and Goofy… look. I took it, arguably too personally when they abandoned him and by proxy us, the player, in the first game. And I’m not sure I’ll ever really be over that. Hollow Bastion more than the actual movie Beauty and the Beast might have made The Beast a comfort character who I like more than any other Disney Prince or similar. So like. Donald and Goofy weren’t really the sidekicks I wanted and when KH2’s prologue ended and Sora was reinstated as protagonist I honestly kinda felt gutted. And I don’t think that was fully unintentional given we also open the book and don’t remember Namine. Also gutting but exactly as anticipated.

The rest of KH2, with the addition of Days just compounded the tragedy of Team Nobody and I swear I just… saw them like. The main team with Sora, Riku and Kairi was like… the kids in the light with one step in the dark, and Team Nobody was the kids in the dark with one step in the light. And I just really connected.

Birth By Sleep kids are like. Sleeping. Idk. I didn’t have that system. It took me too long to figure out what was going on with that…

#I watched cutscene compilations eventually I’m sorry #it was tricky to figure out for a while #and if I’m being honest I’m not remembering everything clearly because it’s been a while

[hawkeyeslaughter]

A / T / U

thank you for the ask beloved mutual majorbaby !!! 🫶🫶🫶

— A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

— ugh , y’all know me i’m such a sucker for hawktrap but honestly i’m also down for the hawkeye/trapper/oliver agenda because i LOVE oliver and i miss him every single day of my life . and i always love a good klinger / henry moment ,, as far as friendships go as MUCH as i give bj a hard time i always love a sweet moment between him and margaret and i can’t wait to see that during my rewatch teehee !!

ships from other fandoms !! —

— mcspirk , broppy ( YES i watch trolls and it’s a better franchise than most of them out there do NOT come for me ) , hilson ( although i do think it’s 🤏 overhyped ) , chase/foreman ( bc why do they lowkey have more chemistry than chase/cameron )

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

— you know i do , but i’ll try to give y’all the just a few

— YES henry has dirty mags he keeps in his office for protection but he’s far more worried about keeping his fishing books and gear protected

— radar was one of those double jointed kids in elementary school who was always doing weird stuff with his joints to gross people out

— trapper worked a stint as a mechanic and is a car guy

— bj swears he loses a year off his life everytime someone asks him “ so how’s the weather up there ? “

— closest charles came to swinging at hawkeye was when hawk asked if he wanted his head polished

— hawkeye ate crayons as a kid

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

anyone who has seen any of my posts can infer henry is my favorite so we’re going with three DIFFERENT fandoms buckle up guys

— bones mccoy , star trek

i think bones was my first ever comfort character and it’s because he’s so real . like , he’s just not afraid to call people stupid and i respect him for that . i also like that he’s inherently someone who loves very deeply and wants to help people in every single way he can but it’s also very subtle … like he cares SO MUCH but it’s not in an over - the - top dramatic “ i would die for you “ way ( which he would , undoubtedly ) but more of a “ i love you and cherish you but you’re fucking stupid “ and that’s always been like ,, funny and sweet to me and shows that caring for someone isn’t always being nice to them sometimes you have to be a little cunty .

— elaine benes , seinfeld

— listen it was between her and lorelai gilmore and as much as i love and defend lorelai i love elaine more . y’all the amount of people who have said i’m literally elaine … and it’s a COMPLIMENT because i LOVE HER and you KNOW WHAT ??? i should’ve put her and george on the friends ship list because her and geroge are BESTIES . anyway i love elaine she’s so fucking funny ,, like be mean to jerry yes girl !!!! also she’s so cute i love that she’s so excited and over the top over everything all of the time i love her she’s my baby . is seinfeld even a fandom ? idk but you’re hearing ab it since we’re keeping the older show theme

— james wilson , house md

first of all the FUNNIEST MOTHERFUCKER TO EVER EXIST . second of all he’s MEEEE he’s literally me because i TOO just need people to stay and i also am on the nd meter and no one ever knows what the fuck i’m talking about so !!!!!! he also has the most beautiful big brown puppy eyes i’ve ever seen like okay gorgeous

— SHOUT OUT TO FRANK COLUMBO I LOVE YOU !!!! YOURE ON A GOD TIER YOURE MY FAVORITE EVER THAT JUST GOES WITHOUT SAYINF

#townes answers asks ! #had a serious debate on whether or not to put lip gallagher #and fox mulder but they’re lowkey like #the same person LDJSODJDB #ask game #ask meme #mash #m*a*s*h #mashposting #mash 4077 #mashblr #seinfeld #house md #star trek #columbo #frank columbo #lgbt #lgbtq

[my-makeshift-masquerade]

It All Comes Back to Haunt You (Part 3)

@glitchysquidd

(I am sorry, but the next chapter of Into the Breach will come next I swear… This will highlight some obvious plot-holes, include more characters, and other things… Aight let’s make shit hit the fucking fan.)

It was the first shift for her since Tim and Samantha hired her on. Rebecca was too worried to focus on work right now. Henry and Micheal had been…too okay…with the concept of her father being here. They were quiet. They were planning something, but what? Obviously the fire thing never happened, because she pointed out other innocent people were probably going to be in the building, but what else could they be thinking—

“Hey, kid, can I talk to you for a sec?”

The employee she had become fast friends with snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Sure, uh…” The teen mumbled, “Where’s Dave?”

“Uh. Fucking around somewhere, I dunno.”

“Okay…? W-what do you want to tal—“

“So… You are Rebecca Afton, right?”

She was taken aback by the question, but nodded slowly. It was a bad idea to trust this person with such information, but after keeping quiet for so long, Rebecca’s need for connection outweighed her sense of self preservation by a hair.

“I was up last night thinking, reviewing the true crime podcast… It just doesn’t line up.” Her coworker paused, “Not that I think you’re lying or anything since you look just like the kid they showed but…”

“Y-Yes…?” She was becoming more fearful with every second of silence.

“Your dad tried to kill you in like…1986… It’s 2023…” They stopped for a moment to double check their head math, “Forget calculating your actual age. You should be way older. How the hell do you look so…so…young?”

That was a very fair question, and she was honestly surprised how long it took even her father to do the fucking math here. He clearly knew what year it was, yet he didn’t comment on her supernaturally youthful appearance at all. Rebecca figured it wasn’t a detail he was analyzing right now. She realized she could only shrug in response to the inquiry…

“Yeah, I…I have no idea why I seem to be aging so…slowly…” The young looking woman admitted, “I was hoping to ask Charlie, but it is taking me a while to fix—“

“Who?”

“Oh, uh… Charlotte. She’s Henry Emily’s daughter… like the ring leader of the ghosts.” Rebecca said this far too casually, mixing flavoring into her water, “Yeah, she’s chill… Just—understandably protective of the others…”

“Sure, right… Then also… What happened to your dad? Do you even know?” Her coworker frowned, “Dave is in the springlock suit now so clearly whatever happened on the night he tried to off you didn’t like—kill him—“

Damn. They really are “balls deep in denial” as Micheal put it. Yet they seemed head over heels for her dad. She guessed pining for a serial killer grants amazing cognitive dissonance…

“Yeah…” Her voice trailed off, “Not sure on that one… Just glad it was over…”

“Sorry. Am I prying too much?”

“No, no… You aren’t the first. My whole upteenth highschool class found out and none of those idiots did the math… Those who did just think I’m a liar.” She laughed nervously, “I’m just… thinking about something myself…”

“Wait wait wait. How many times have you had to go through highschool?! That sounds like hell—“

“It is. Still look too young for college… But if we don’t want to be investigated I have to keep acting at the age I look…” She rolled her eyes, “Though the state aren’t competent enough to notice the same person going through their school system every other four years…”

“What if you stop faking and tell—“

“I end up in a government facility most likely…” She answered bluntly.

Her coworker snorted.

“It is a genuine fear of mine, really. It’s why Michael and I have to come back whenever a new thing related to the franchise pops up. If people knew the full truth…” She paused, “I bet even the ghosts in the suits would be in the same boat as me then…”

“…Oh.”

“Man… I’ve never told anyone this shit before… This feels…like a weight is off my shoulders…”

“You’ve been that isolated… Unable to tell the truth to anyone…For 30 years…?!”

“Yep. Just myself, Micheal, and…”

Rebecca stopped herself. Mikey was already pissed about the amount of information they had to disclose to this person due to the sheer fact “Dave” was in the equation. As much as she wanted to let it out, she’d get in trouble for mentioning another huge name for the brand.

“Sorry, I’m prone to oversharing…”

———

“Ms.Clair, I know you’re about to leave, but have you seen Mi—“

Rebecca grabbed from behind, making her panic on reflex, letting out a very childlike noise despite her biting her lips.

“Jason!” Clair scolded.

“What? I needed to get through the doorway.” Jason smirked at her, “Are you gonna come around here often or—“

“Yes… I-I work here?” Rebecca was autistic and oblivious to any sort of flirting. It seemed Jason was taking that as a bit of a challenge.

“Well, you like making it difficult, huh?”

“Making what difficult?” She was more confused than offended or creeped out, “W-was I really that much in the way? S-sorry—“

“It’s so easy to make you apologize.” Jason snickered, “It’s really cute how you get all flustered…”

The sound of inexplicable metal hitting the door made Jason jump.

“SHITSHITSHIT—“

He turned around, sighing in relief when Springtrap wasn’t standing behind him. It was just that guy with the weird skin condition holding a spare part.

“Man, don’t fucking scare me like that.” The shorter man growled, “Can’t you see we’re having a conversation?!”

“Oh? Want to try doing something about it?” Micheal asked with a threateningly casual tone that was eerily identical to Springtrap’s.

“Whatever. I’m fucking out of here.” Jason huffed, giving the younger figure one last concerned glance. “Good luck with that thing.”

“Bye…I guess?” Rebecca blinked as Jason and Clair left, before turning to her brother, “Mike, where have you been? It’s been an hour.”

“Oh, I was just on the phone.”

“For an hour?!”

“Had to deal with some things after the call.”

“What things?”

“Things.”

“Ugh! Stop being difficult—“

“No.” Her brother chuckled, messing up her hair, “You do realize that man was hitting on you, right?”

“Hold on. He was WHAT?!”

“There you two are.” Their coworker smiled, “I finally found Dave in his room, and I see you found—“

Rebecca punched her brother in the chest repeatedly, as he started horse-playing with her, leading her to giggle, “H-hey! Let go—“

“Nope… Sibling privilege.” Micheal had her in a headlock, finally letting her go as she managed to get a good hit on him, “Fuck—!”

“Ha!”

“Below the belt? Really?” He smirked.

“It’s not like you have anything valuable down there!” She snapped back, getting too caught up in playing with her brother to notice who just entered the establishment.

“Oh jeez… Would you crazy kids stop wrestling each other on the clock?”

Rebecca lost all of the color in her face hearing that voice. No. No no no. Henry was here?! But her father was here?! Oh shit… This was going to end so…so badly. What was Michael thinking?!

“Your hair’s all over the place, kiddo.” The man walked over and fixed it for her, as well as straightening her shirt, “There! Now if only your brother would stop messing it all up…”

“Heh… No promises.”

Unseen by everyone, Springtrap watched from the farthest end of the hallway Micheal had come from. He was absolutely seething. William had no idea that Rebecca ended up being taken in by Henry after his death. Seeing his former business partner fix his daughter’s hair in such a fatherly manner while she clearly seemed embarrassed by it was enough to make him want to strangle him. That bastard, that hypocrite.

Taking in his child after banishing him from his own company, stealing his work, and leaving him without a way to feed that same child and her older siblings back in the 80’s? Just who did Henry think he was?! Some savior?!

“Uh… Who is this?”

His daughter looked terrified as her coworker spoke up, but her expression turned to one of horrific dread as she noticed her father’s figure lurking at the end of the other hall.

“Oh, where are my manners?” The old man chuckled, patting Michael on the shoulder, “My name is Henry Emily. It’s a pleasure to—“

Rebecca couldn’t leave fast enough, passing her father on the way and dodging his attempt to stop her. Nope. No way. Not today. Not ever. She locked herself in the back room, prepared for all hell to break lose.

“My dad’s here isn’t he?” Charlie’s spirit asked, frowning sympathetically as the woman curled up against the wall just nodded.

“Stay in here… The others and I can try to scare him out…”

#frighteningly intriguing #bound to imagination #drabbles

[unusedarbiter]

Here’s apparently a wild hot take, maybe stop trying to make, dark gritty adult version of kids concepts? I think everyone can agree that there’s an over saturated of remake, spin offs, and sequels in the film and television industry right now right? And that a lot of it even if it had good aspect should just have been it’s own thing, don’t get me wrong Wednesday was good but the fact that it was an adams family spin off really really hurt it in my eyes, it should have just be its own original show. Another example in the opposite direction would be the new Velma show. I can’t think of a single good thing about it but still I feel like even though it seems universally hated, (rightfully so) it could have skirted the lines and gotten away with being a semi likable show to an average audience of people if it wasn’t a Scooby-Doo spin off. Would it have been good? No probably not but it would have atleast not been hated, connecting it to Scooby-Doo did nothing but injure the show by bringing around Scooby-Doo fans who can clearly see that it isn’t a Scooby-Doo show.

So with the part everyone can agree with out of the way let’s move to the next part. Don’t make stuff “adult” if it wasn’t in the first place, it doesn’t work, you either make a ridiculous mess that people can’t take seriously or you take away some of the most beloved aspects of that thing. For me this is most apparent in the super hero genre, I’ve always loved DC growing up but now a days there’s barely anything I like that comes out from them in any format other than games, because they try to appeal to much to their original audience that’s now grown up the the age groups they were targeting when they got those fans, and it just feels emotionless and vapid. Superheroes are inherently silly and goofy, Wonder Woman has an invisible jet and a lasso of truth, Spider-Man gets a bug bite and now he shoots webs, Bruce Wayne is the richest man in the world and spends his money making every gadget and vehicle you could possibly imagine and making all of it bat themed, let’s not forget his arch nemesis is literally a clown! It’s hard to try and be a gritty adult oriented franchise when you do that, sorry but I can’t take anything seriously when the hero of the story is a ten year old who can turn into a superhero because a wizard told him the magic word. They’re silly and goofy and that’s what I love about them, hell yeah kid shot Shazam so you can go fight the ancient Egyptian with powers he also got from a wizard! I wanna see a man in a latex bat costume beat up a scarecrow! I’m not saying they have to be Adam west Batman all the time but like stick around your age range and maybe stretching a little to one side or the other. I can’t name a single comic from the past few years I’ve enjoyed, but the two newest Spider-Man games were some of the best games I’ve ever played, the Batman Arkham games are a bit too serious at times (city was impacted very hard by everyone being so needlessly and incredibly horny all the time, really ruined my enjoyment of an otherwise solid game), but I think they represent a good maximum ceiling. And I think the reason a lot of these issues exist is because people get the green light to be adult with a franchise and immediately lose all creativity and just cram as much sex, violence, and swearing as they can in there. The big reason horror for kids such as goosebumps will always be leagues ahead of adult horror when man in mask cuts people up and it’s so bloody and gory and guy say “Oh fucking god dam shit, this crazy bastard is going to fucking kill us and shit!” Not to say those things can’t be used well, (I’d say the only adult version of comics I like is the Harley Quinn show, but even then the gore feels overly gratuitous and the show definitely has it high peaks and low low valleys, but if they stayed hard into the sort over the top, ridiculous high schooler/college student nonsense humor it could have been the best comedy show ever.) you can be taken seriously while not having an adult rating, look at the Tobey Maguire Spider-Man movies or Scooby-Doo incorporated those were both amazing and some of the best in their franchise without having to break the ratings ceilings

In conclusion to the -5 Hollywood executives reading this, make more original stuff instead of trying to twist existing franchises into the original show you made, stop adultifying stuff, and rethink what you definition of media for adults is, I’m sick of drowning in content for all my favorite franchises only for there to be little to none of that content being even remotely good.

#vent #hbo velma #dc #movies

[viscariaa]

Creation for Another Me | Oneshot

Ship: Saiouma/Oumasai

Words: 1274

Type: Pre-game AU

Trigger Warning: Occasional Cursing

Posted: 07.01.22

Description: If selected for Danganronpa Season 53, what is your dream Ultimate? Although Shuichi knows the answer, his boyfriend, Kokichi doesn’t. But he is determined to help him find out!

Notes: Would you guys want there to be requests open? At the moment, I have free time, but I am not sure if anyone would be interested. Hope you all have a lovely day/night <3

Dear Kokichi Oma,

After careful consideration, Team Danganronpa wants to congratulate you on advancing to the next stage of auditions! We are certain that you will continue to impress us in the next round: in-person interviews!

It will be set up tomorrow at the famous Team Danganronpa HQ located in Tokyo. You do not need to bring anything besides yourself!

We cannot wait to hear from you then.

Best of Wishes,

Team Danganronpa

The purple-haired schoolboy blinks in disbelief. The school rooftop is not where Kokichi envisioned when receiving the email to participate in the show that he’s obsessed with. Especially when he is ditching to hang out with his boyfriend.

This isn’t the first time that he has ditched his school to visit Shuichi during lunch time. In fact, he's probably spent more time at his school than his own.

He looks besides him, to his boyfriend, who’s sitting on the edge of the bench. “D-did you…?” His mouth grows dry, unsure if he should share the news with Shuichi.

The wind acts as a knife to the silence that’s increasing with every passing second. His heartbeat starts to race. Shuichi has to get in, right? If someone like him got in, there’s no way Team Danganronpa would deny him.

“YES! YES! YES!” Shuichi suddenly shouts with joy, the high chain-link fence behind them rattles from the sudden burst of energy. “I can’t believe it! We both fucking got in, my dear, ahh!”

“H-how, do you k-know?”

Not one to shy away from public affection, Shuichi wraps his arms around him, “I looked over… Just. Like. This~”

“O-oh…” The whisper in his ear sends shock waves through Kokichi’s spine. “I g-guess, I was too c-caught up in my th-thoughts…”

Shuichi lifts his cap up and the purple-haired boy can swear he has stars in his eyes, “ah~! I’m so proud of you, my dear~” He kisses him on the cheek.

Kokichi chuckles against his neck. He’s always so enthusiastic about the franchise, it’s so contagious, seeing as he’s also given the show a chance. What an amazing chance it was.

“We’ve got to see the leaked interviews!”

Only after a couple of clicks on Shuichi’s phone, a YouTube video pops up.

Shuichi leans his head against Kokichi’s shoulder, ignoring how his hat falls to the ground and the sunlight hitting his face. He’s been so nervous that he’d have to do this process alone (if at all…), but with his boyfriend at his side, he is sure they will pass with flying colors!

“Hello! Please state your number and name.” A cheerful voice breaks him out of his thoughts.

“Number 04 and I’m Shoda Doi! Wassup!”

“Why do you want to be a part of Danganronpa Season 50?”

“Come on, it’s Dang-an-ron-pa! If there is some way to get famous…!”

Shuichi scoffs, “being famous… dumbass.”

“Everyone has th-their reason…” Kokichi hushes him.

The blue-haired boy merely sighs, remembering an obnoxious guy from his homeroom. Katio Momota? Was that his name? Shuichi never bothered learning the names of his classmates.

Anyways, he faintly recalled him bragging about submitting an application for the very same self-center idea. Kaito better have not gotten an acceptance to the show… he would make sure that lowlife would never—

“If selected for Danganronpa Season 50, what is your dream Ultimate?”

That question makes Shuichi practically foam at the mouth (and forget his threat). “Oh, I already know~! I would loveeeee to bring back the Ultimate Detective role!” He begins to babble. “They’ve been missing for the past seasons and they were always my favorite! And—and, could you imagine if I was the one problem-solving? Since you will be by my side then I will be able to protect you! What if… My dear?”

He takes his gaze off of the video to stare at his boyfriend. Kokichi doesn’t notice the shift in Shuichi’s attention as he watches Doi go on about his life-long dream of being the Ultimate TV Producer, not once realizing his lips turning into a frown.

Click!

“W-why do you turn it off?”

A hand goes to his cheek, “my dear, what’s wrong?” Shuichi sets his phone down, lowering his voice.

Kokichi sees the world grow blurry and tears start flowing down his cheeks. He lifts his arms to wipe his eyes, but Shuichi is already doing the job for him, tenderly drying his face. “I’m s-such… a b-baby…” He sobs, staring down at his shaking hands. “I’m… so s-sorry… it’s just…”

“Shh… you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to…”

“I feel s-so… boring…” He spits out that word like it’s venom. “E-e-everyone has… s-such a c-cool Ultimate. I’m j-just… so uninteresting… I d-don’t know…”

“No!” Shuichi boldly protests.

“You are the kindest, adorable, most lovely person I have ever known! Listen…” He hugs him tightly. “I know that with that genius brain of yours, you can come up with an Ultimate that suits someone as interesting as yourself, no matter what. I promise you, right here and now, that I will do whatever it takes for you to find it.”

Ring! Ring! Ring!

“Let’s head to my house for now,” he says under his breath, ignoring the stern stares of the teachers walking by. “Is that OK?”

Kokichi hums in agreement, his face flaring up red from embarrassment from Shuichi abruptly holding his hand. Nevertheless, they sneak past a couple of teachers, blending into the sea of students, and walk out of the school gates.

------------------------

“What about your hobbies?” Shuichi looks over to him.

Both of them are sitting down on his messy bed, Kokichi with his knees to his chest and Shuichi on his back, tossing a Monokuma plushie up in the air. “You enjoy drawing, reading, and cooking…” He trails off.

“Th-they don’t… I’m not t-trying to be the Ultimate Reader…” He shakes his head, slightly embarrassed.

“Hmm… Is there…” How should he phrase this? “Any character whose talent stands out to you?”

“No, b-but…” Kokichi starts to ramble. “Makoto is c-c-confident, Celestia is r-really ch-charismatic and passionate… Hajime is always so r-reliable. Peko is as selfless as her character can be…” He wilts like a dying flower. “I wish I could be like them.”

He waited expectedly for Shuichi, but he was being unusually silent, “h-hey—”

“You are selfless.”

Shuichi cups his cheeks, “you are charismatic when talking to me. You are passionate about your hobbies. You are reliable in your studies. You are confident by joining Danganronpa with me. God, if only you can see yourself the way I do~”

With that, Kokichi was gone. His ears were painted red and he couldn’t form words anymore except for, “a l-leader… that’s the Ultimate I want to be.”

“You’ll be the best one ever!” Shuichi wraps his arms around his neck, pausing for a moment. “Hmm… I know, you’ll be a perfect supreme leader.”

A flutter of butterflies swarm inside Kokichi, he nervously nods, returning the hug back.

Ring!

“Shit,” Shuichi reluctantly lets go of him, “it’s probably my uncle. Here,” He opens the latch to his bedroom window behind him, the wind rustles through the curtains as the smell of wet grass enters the room.

He grips onto the white window frame and jumps out, his feet landing on a pile of leaves. He turns around just in time for his boyfriend to seize his collar and pull him in for a brief kiss.

“Do you promise,” Kokichi meets Shuichi’s eyes after, “to still… d-date me if I don’t… make it?”

“Absolutely.” He doesn’t waste a thought, “I’ll see you tomorrow, my dear~”

#saiouma #writing #kokichi x shuichi #fanfiction #oumasai #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #pregame au #established relationship #fluff

[tailsrevane]

[movie review] halloween ends (2022)? more like my patience ends

there’s not sticking the landing and then there’s teetering & flailing for a frankly uncomfortably long time before flopping straight on your face, and the halloween legacyquels opt quite decisively for the latter.

i spent the first half or so of halloween ends thinking, “okay, i sort of see what they’re setting up, i’m not sure i like it but i guess we’ll see what they do with it” and i kept waiting. and kept waiting. and kept waiting. and it became increasingly clear that they weren’t going to “do” anything with any of this, it was just sort of stuff happening, man.

like, in basically every technical aspect of filmmaking this movie is beyond competent, so it’s easy to be lulled into thinking it’s a perfectly serviceable movie by its solid moment-to-moment entertainment factor, but it just doesn’t add up to anything.

despite never really “losing interest” per se, i turned on this movie hard about halfway through it when i realized it was just thoroughly wasting my time, and subjecting me to plenty of unpleasant bullshit in the process. all while acting like it was a Serious movie with Things To Say.

you know what would’ve actually made a good ending? the first movie in this reboot sequel trilogy. like i know the filmmakers swear up & down that this was always intended as a trilogy, but it just super doesn’t feel like it? halloween 2018 was a resoundingly good ending for this franchise, and then they made two more.

(spoilers & cw: racism, lynching, politics)

you might remember that i thought the second movie was actually super good when it was just trying to be a dumb slasher movie but thoroughly awful when it was trying to Say Stuff. this is like they just made an entire fucking movie out of the bad parts of the second movie.

the closest i came to thinking it was all worth it and we were getting a good movie was when corey woke up to find laurie sitting in a chair and she gave him one last chance to stop the path he was on, and warned him that she was going to defend herself and (especially) her granddaughter with whatever force she needed to. in isolation this was a signature moment for laurie, showing us exactly how much of a stone cold badass she’d become over the years.

i’m frustrated on allyson’s behalf that the femboy who cheated on her was apparently far & away the best person she’s ever dated, considering she followed him with a cop and fucking michael myers jr.

i’m doing absolutely zero research to back this up, but the impression i got from directly reading the film was that corey & michael’s relationship was meant to be some kind of clumsy allegory for the way disaffected working class white guys have been radicalized by fucking donald trump & fox news, and when i say it was a clumsy allegory i mean clumsy.

again i may be overthinking this, but it really clicked for me when they were parading myers’ body through the streets like some fucking deranged dictator does to his political enemies and then fed him to a woodchipper that this is fucking exactly what the democrats think they did by beating trump in an election. laurie starts talking about how “now haddonfield can heal,” and we see allyson moving out of town which she & laurie should’ve done IMMEDIATELY after the second movie, fucking HELL.

look i’m not even getting into the weeds here, guys. and those weeds are fucking thick with shit like unexamined racism. like you bring the black cop from the second movie back so he can rubber stamp them lynching michael, presumably because someone along the way realized that was kinda a little uncomfy. but you give him exactly zero lines???

every single other black character in this movie is super victim blamey or a conspiracy theorist, and for the crime of being kinda annoying i guess? that one black radio dj gets the most brutal murder in the entire movie and for added thematic flourish his fucking tongue gets cut out? and spins on the record making it skip? and just… are you kidding me with this shit? you have really no idea how bad of a look that is?

or how about the fact that allyson’s nurse coworker who gets promoted over her just has to be depicted having an affair with their doctor boss? and they have to go out of their way to make her seem like the bad guy as much as he is, and not have it be pretty fucking clear that he is clearly the asshole in this situation? and also she gets the more dramatic & brutal murder out of the two of them?

just. fuck, guys. this is a spiteful movie. i kind of just genuinely hate it.

and having the triumphant ending of the damn movie be a public defilement of a dead body, no matter what michael myers is guity of, is just wild. like, this is one of the few things that basically everyone, everywhere agrees is pretty fucked up, and we’re acting like it’s some kind of resoundingly triumphant moment?

this should have ended with the first movie. i was wrong at the beginning of this review. well, not wrong exactly, but i left some things out. what this series did was stick the landing perfectly, then go “oh shit i have two whole movies left to go,” hop back onto whatever gymnastics equipment it was using in this metaphor, do some awkward flips & shit, and then fall flat on its face like i said earlier.

what a complete waste of everyone’s time.

c-rank

#reviews #movie review #movies #halloween #halloween movie #halloween ends #cw: racism

[blackgirlsuperherorants]

Stuckys, we need to talk. Like, seriously.

I understand you're upset that Stucky is not canon in the MCU, but you have got to stop yourselves from using that fact to shit all over Black characters just because of their newfound proximity to Bucky Barnes. Seriously. No, seriously. I'm going to call a bunch of you out, now, but I hope you listen and take heed.

1) This isn't about queer representation for you. It's about Chris and Sebastian being hot white men and you wanting to see them make out on screen. And that's literally fine, who doesn't want to see that? But you need to start admitting that's what it is. Because if it wasn't about that, and it was really about queer representation, so many of you wouldn't be calling Sam Wilson "sloppy seconds", and y'all wouldn't treat both Sam and Anthony like an afterthought. Even with a lot of y'all becoming Sambucky shippers, you're doing it under the guise of Sam being some sort of consolation prize because Bucky can't have Steve. Sam has no agency, and also is treated like he isn't as good. Literally, I saw a TikTok with some girl pretending to be Bucky and Sam, and having Bucky literally tell Sam he's sloppy seconds because he can't have Steve. Literally yikes, guys.

Also, it's always girl fans who do this. I'm not saying there aren't any, but I never see gay men who are MCU fans shipping in this toxic way. And I definitely have seen gay men ship Stucky, but I swear to God there seems to be a clear difference in the way they ship vs the white girls who clearly just want to watch Chris and Sebastian make out. Literally every toxic Stucky I've ever seen who does stuff like this is a white girl. I'm not going to say no gay men are toxic fans, because there probably are some, but the amount of fans I see shitting on Sam who are white girls far outweighs any toxic Stucky gay man. Like I always say on here, Stucky is an obvious ship and I understand why people ship it, but it never had to be canon and treating it like it's the end all be all, and especially shitting on other ships like Sambucky, is really weird and, again, makes it obvious that it's not really about queer representation for you.

2) Bucky is allowed to flirt with Sarah Wilson. The same girl I saw saying Sam was "sloppy seconds" also said Bucky was only flirting with Sarah because she's an "extension of Sam", and because Kevin Feige won't let Sambucky happen so Sarah is the stand in. How insulting and sexist to insinuate that a woman is simply an extension of her male family member. No matter how you meant it, that's a really sexist notion. I've seen people make funnier jokes, like Bucky can't decide which Wilson sibling he likes, or he's going to become a Wilson one way or another. Neither of those jokes takes autonomy and humanity away from Sarah. ALSO, Sarah is a dark skinned Black woman being portrayed as desirable to the white boy fave on a major TV show that is part of the biggest film franchise in the world. I'm not sure if y'all know how much colorism effects Black women, especially dark skinned Black women. Hollywood almost never casts dark skinned Black women as desirable love interests. Especially one that isn't super modelesque with basically European features and bone straight hair. This is a positive thing for representation of dark skinned Black women, and I KNOW you've seen how happy Black girls were just seeing that 2 second interaction. How dare you reduce it to being there because Marvel stole your Stucky, and especially not because she's simply "an extension of Sam." At this point, there's no clear indication that Sarah and Bucky will literally happen, but goddamn, you can't let Black girls be a love interest for just one second? Even if you like "queer Bucky", bisexual men exist, damn. Sticking Bucky with Sharon for no reason, like they did with Steve, would have been weird and bad and you would have been more valid for questioning Marvel's motives for doing it, but letting Bucky be himself and flirt with a cute girl on a boat for 2 seconds isn't a bad thing. And if Sarah does actually become his girlfriend, it's an absolute win, and you need to let Black girls have this.

Like, I get Stucky, and I also understand wishing Marvel would just finally let any main character be actually queer. I seriously understand. But can you complain about that without shitting on the Black characters and the fans who are happy about them, right now?

I never was a fan of Stucky, because I don't think you have to have romantic feelings for someone to care about them that deeply, so I don't understand the Stucky shipper assertion that Marvel somehow stole something owed to them... but I also do understand why you ship it, and it's honestly not a bad ship. You guys just take it too far and make things uncomfortable for everyone else. And, as I've been saying for years, sometimes you make it lowkey racist. People have been shipping Stevesam since CA:TWS and you guys have downplayed it the entire time, and even used Sam as Steve's stand-in for Bucky in your fics and all of that. I remember reading fics tagged Stevesam where Steve would be having sex with Sam and then reminiscing about how it was with Bucky and wishing he were still with him, and y'all literally never saw how gross that was. Using Sam like a consolation prize. Now Steve is gone and you're still treating him like that.

And Sam and Bucky have never once treated each other like a stand-in for Steve. They treat each other like individuals with autonomy, and they even care for each other on the level that the other person needs it. It's actually really fucking good, the canon version of their relationship that's unfolded with the show. If y'all could let go of Steve for a second, literally, you would see how great Sambucky's dynamic is and that neither of them would ever see the other as "sloppy seconds" or some kind of consolation prize. It's gross.

Also, I hope Sarah gets that super soldier dick just to piss y'all off.

I'm done.

#TFATWS #Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #Sarah Wilson #stucky #sambucky #shipping #mcu #marvel #stevesam #also if bucky was in wakanda for two years #you know he was gettin that wakandan goodgood #whether it was men women or enbies #he was enjoying some beautiful wakandan people #so you best believe he's definitely attracted to gorgeous ass sarah wilson #not because she's an extension of sam either #he can't decide which wilson sibling he likes #because he's a bi disaster #thank you for coming to my ted talk

[fang-wife]

i wanna palm bakugo through his pants so badly. seeing him get all squirmy and desperate while you’re out with friends, sweat building across his temple and u can see the effort of him holding in his whines :(

desperate times ;; k. bakugo 

➳  cw ;; public, handjobs, sub!bakugou 

➳ a/n ;; i have been thinking about this non-stop help

he swears on his life that one of these days, he’s gonna get you back. swears on everything that he’ll get you back for being so cruel to him and doing it with such a pretty smile on your face. he thinks you’re the devil, really. 

“ngh - fuck, knock it off!” 

your smile is warm as it is friendly. even through his hushed whispers, you seem absolutely unbothered by his little tantrum. his cock is hard underneath your skilled hands, twitching right against your palm. hard and unforgiving strokes - you’re practically jerking him of underneath the table. 

your friends are a little too drunk to notice, or if they do - they don’t make it obvious. denki and jirou are debating about the best game in the mario kart franchise and kirishima and sero are bonding over soccer. mina is off at the bar, flirting with the bar tender. it leaves bakugou all in your care 

you look like an affectionate couple from a far. a secret only the two of you share is that he’s this hard. his cock is heavy, strained against the fabric of his jeans and he’s a real mess all for you. his jaw is clenched and his eyes are fluttering. 

he looks so dizzy, and so desperate trying to keep himself together. your body pressed against his arm, you hum against his ear. 

“are you gonna cum katsuki? in front of all your friends?” 

he looks at you with strained, pleading eyes and you smile. placing a kiss agains this cheek, you rest you on his shoulder. he’s always so easy no matter how tough he tries to be. that’s why you’ve got him like this without having to try. you unzip his pants and let is cock free, grabbing a tissue from the table. 

his eyes widen, sucking in a harsh breath in between his teeth. everything feels like it spinning as you pump his cock faster and faster. the coil in his belly is relentlessly unravelling, heat rushing to his cheeks. 

“i’m gonna fucking cum, oh my god,” 

he trembles, every muscle in his body strained as an orgasm tears through him. his knuckles turn white as he gasps at the table, nearly tearing a hole through his lip as he finishes. you catch it all in your palm, wiping it off with the tissue with a soft sigh. bakugou breathes raggedy, red in the face and chest. 

“good boy,” you praise, kiss his forehead “lets get you home and reward you” 

“i hate you,”  he huffs, half-hearted.

you grin 

“i know” 

#bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #sub!bakugou #sub!bnha #knk ;; [ public ] #Anonymous #return to sender

[fuck-customers]

retail has given me arcane yelling powers that may devour my soul

I'm over the anti-mask bullcrap. Seriously...is it normal to just be extremely angry at some of these people?

I work in a convenience store/gas station. Our retail model just does not give us much power over customers -- I used to work at a grocery store, where you could call a succession of higher authorities, and ultimately ALWAYS had two huge security dudes in back ready to physically intervene. Where I'm at now, it'll be me on the till, someone behind the deli counter, and a backup who floats, fetches, and gives breaks to everyone. In other words it's an environment where every time I ask someone to put on a mask, no one in the room typically has the time to argue with the customer if they really wanna fight you on it or expect you to have a free or super-cheap solution for them. We just don't end up enforcing it fully because it's goddamn impossible at the speed we work. We have remote security watching cameras because we're often just too rushed to look at the floor closely. All this gets exponentially worse the busier the store is.

So Halloween night around 8pm, my backup has left early due to medical problems. There are 9 customers in the store and a line down the middle aisle. Two of them are this pair of youngish white dudes, looked under 25 but still kinda scruffy, both utterly unmasked, who I missed while ringing up the first part of the rush. In the middle of a transaction, with them a few spaces back in line, I go "Either of you fellas got a mask on you?"

Nothing. I fix my eyes on one of them and he's making a point of looking away from me. I keep playing along sorta timidly going "Sir.." to get his attention...  until I see his mouth start kicking up into a smirk. I'm on one at this point so I'm like "If you don't have em y'all are wasting your time cause I won't serve you." They proceed to start getting out the masks they HAD IN THEIR POCKETS, but keep on complaining and say something along the lines of "Don't you care that he's a veteran?" I'm just done at this point. I fire back "No honestly right now I don't give a damn." They're like "This guy's anti-American!" [I'm a trans woman but I do not try to pass at work so I don't think they were intentionally misgendering me]. But they're saying all this, mind you, as though it's just hilarious to them. So I check, "Get the fuck out of my store!" And no I am not exaggerating or adding flavor, I swore directly and loudly at them. We're an independently owned franchise, the owner doesn't care if we swear at people and generally trusts us to know who needs shouting at. There are half a dozen other people in line and I'm ringing someone else up. I'm past caring.

I will admit I quasi blacked out for a second. I know I didn't say anything inappropriate but I basically told them they were helping kill people. Which naturally they took offense to but I stand by it. They start leaving their stuff on the counter and end up getting so exercised they throw their stuff on the floor and the second guy, who wasn't even talking to me, punts his Bang can into the floor and dents it. They leave with me saying the same shit after them out the door, ending with a "Don't come back!" Everyone else is visibly shaken but I get a couple thank yous from the line - the lady I'm helping next works at an Elmer's diner nearby and she takes a moment to comfort me and express gratitude for me being that assertive, and even picks up some of the stuff they threw. I low-key fell in love with her for that, but rushed it along to get the remaining customers on their way.

I don't like being mean to people. I'm normally super friendly. It hurts working this job. The neighborhood isn't good, and I'm the one charging homeless people for water during the heat waves, telling people we don't have public restrooms or a microwave because both have been broken 3 times in less than a year, I'm the one looking in people's bags with our insufferable remote security people talking at us over a loudspeaker. I stay here because it's in my neighborhood, and I would rather be in that position where I can meet my neighbors and at least bring in my own money to buy people water. I don't regret being mean to those young men either. It was true and it did the job of running them off. But it does bug me how I'm acquiring this part of my personality that I can unleash that way. I went immediately back to happy customer service. I wasn't even pretending to be OK I'm just able to do that now. After over a year of meditation training and off-and-on therapy, I feel like I honestly CAN go verbally thermonuclear and at least ride the stress well enough to process it later. I'm just a little scared of myself is all.

Ps. I AM anti-American. Thanks for noticing.

[dumbfuck-mojave]

It’s Gonna Be Me (Pt. 1 of 2)

Franchise: Scream

Pairing: Derek Feldman x Reader

Also Featured: Randy Meeks, mentions of Sidney Prescott and a random ass teacher I made up. Also reader’s shitty ex. 

Warnings: This is really just pure fluff. Like I’m sorry but this is some real Disney shit. I did put a bit of swearing in it though. Reader is a shithead but’s it’s in a teasing way. Reader had a bad relationship in the past but nothing concrete is mentioned. 

A/N: DEREK MY BELOVED. Also dang this was a ride to do but I think it was worth it. Sorry there isn’t actually a lot of Derek in this, he will be the main focus of part 2 I just wanted to set things up and also I love Randy. 

Word Count: 2,070.

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“It just impresses me everytime, you know? Nothing is ever going to compare to it.”

“Yeah.” 

The bright afternoon sun streamed through the giant glass window of the college library. It was nearly blinding, reflecting off of every surface within a 30 foot radius. You look up from the various papers strewn about in front of you on the oak table you were sitting at to see Randy with his eyes squeezed shut, trying to block the powerful rays with a single arm thrown up against them. A chuckle escapes you and he opens his eyes, barely, to send you a glare. 

“Why did you have to choose this dumbass table, anyways?”

“Ooo, you better watch that mouth, sir. I’ll tell on you to your mommy.”

Randy drops his arm and fully looks at you now, despite the sun not retreating in the slightest, “Why are you like this.”

“I don’t know. Think it was the day I was born on, or something. It makes me ~special~.”

“Well, I’m going to move,” Randy says matter-of-factly, standing and beginning to pick up his things, “You can either come with me or stay here and find another person to harass.”

“Awww, c’mon now,” You whine out, but start to pick up your things as well, “You know it was a joke. Besides, the light made you look really pretty. Giving your eyes a little sparkle, making your hair look all nice and shit. Moving is really just self-sabotage.”

“Well, thank you but I prefer being able to see over looking ‘pretty’. Especially since I need to get this speech paper done by tomorrow morning, it’s already 3 in the afternoon and I suck at that class so it’s going to take me forever.”

“Ok, you caught me. You look pretty regardless of lightsource or lack thereof. Also that isn’t my fault, I keep telling you to drop that fucking class, it’s boring and the teacher’s a real piece of work.” 

“I know, but I need the credits. Despite it being a load of-”

“Ah, ah, ah! What did I say!”

“Can you shut up?!” Randy barks out, but no longer holding back his laughter. You, who had been laughing the entire time, proceed to laugh louder, ignoring the fact that you were still in a library. Taking a few deep breaths, you speak again as Randy and you sit at one of the empty tables in the back, near all the science and medical books. 

“Ok, I’m about to be serious for a second, so listen up. You’re going to be fine, I’ve seen the stuff you consider the worst of the worst and it’s still better than half the shit some of your classmates write up. So relax, don’t stress, you’ll get it done and everything will be fine, yeah?” 

You grab his hand and squeeze it, watching as he smiles and squeezes back. 

“Yeah, you’re right….Also, thanks.”

“What for?”

“Calling me “always pretty” back there. This now, too.” 

“Don’t thank me, it’s the truth. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes.”

“Maybe,” Randy mumbles out, pulling out his notebook and finding a blank page to start his paper, tapping his pencil a few times in thought. “Really sucks I’m not attracted to you romantically. You’re like, the perfect partner for me. Nice, can talk me out of deprecation spirals, likes horror movies…”

“Ouch, Randy.”

Randy scoffs, “Oh, come on, like you’re attracted to me like that in any way.”

“Correct. I guess this chaos will be saved for someone else.” You dramatically sigh, doing a fake hair flip as Randy laughs again, “As long as they’re better than the last one.”

“Yes, please. For both our sakes. Forget the teacher, that guy was the real piece of work. You deserve so much better than whatever that monstrosity was.”

You sigh out, for real this time, “Correct again. I’m just…nervous to attempt a love life still, I wouldn’t even know where to start.” 

“I feel the exact same, and I don’t even have a crazy ex-boyfriend.” 

“Yet.”

“Yet?? Whatever, I wish I was like Sid sometimes, she’s perfectly fine on her own. I mean, I guess I shouldn’t say that, I know why she’s like that, but just thinking.”

“Mhm.” You pause for a brief second, then perk up, “Sidney’s single? I thought she had a boyfriend?”

“They broke up really recently, guess I forgot to tell you. She just needs time to herself, to figure stuff out, you know? He was cool with it, so that’s nice. As much as I hate to admit it since he’s a literal bane to my existence, he’s a pretty alright guy.” 

“Wow Randy, that was one of the saddest things I’ve ever heard you say.”

Randy looked away from you, hopefully disappointed in himself, before his shoulders tensed up and he whipped back towards you with widened eyes, “Speak of the devil-” 

You glance over to where he just looked to see a man skimming through a thick, worn book. He was slightly taller than Randy, who you already called short despite him not being so, with neatly styled golden blonde hair that swooped down just above his right eye. His preppy clothes fit his sturdy build perfectly, but what caught your attention most was his face. A soft face, a trustworthy one. You turned your attention back to Randy and smacked him on the arm, whisper-yelling over him when he protested. 

“That’s him!?! The man looks like a fucking Apollo painting and you didn’t think to tell your best friend?” 

He furrows his eyebrows at you and whispers back, “When would that ever have been important?” 

“So you aren’t denying it.”

“What does that-”

“Quiet, quiet. He’s looking over here-” 

“Hey, Randy! How’s it going man? Haven’t seen you in awhile!” The man laughs out as he jogs over, slapping a handy down on Randy’s shoulder. 

“Pretty good, Derek. How about yourself?” Randy replies, subtly eyeing the tanned hand on his shoulder. 

“Oh, you know, the usual! Just working through classes, finding stuff to do in my free time, whatever,” Derek shrugs as he makes eye contact with you, “Who’s this?”

“That’s Y/N, one of my friends.” Randy looks over at you and, alarmingly, takes in your starstruck appearance. You seem to snap out of it as you lift up your hand and introduce yourself properly. 

“It’s really nice to meet you.” You squeak out, almost passing out when he takes your hand into his own warm one. You wonder how it would feel to have his thumb tracing your lips, or the feeling of his lips on the back of your hand, or-

Derek jumps when he looks at the time, his lips pulling back into a grimace and revealing straight, sparkling white teeth. 

“He really is the stereotype of perfect.” You think to yourself as you glance over at Randy, who’s scowl is set deep in his face. 

“Damn, I have to go or I’m going to be late. Sorry about that, it was nice meeting you!” Derek flashes you an award winning smile as he hurries off. 

“No.”

You turn towards Randy, confused. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mean you can’t date that one.”

You throw your hands up in the air, “I thought you said he was an alright guy! The first guy I want to date after the clusterfuck of my last relationship and you’re saying no?? I thought you were my friend, Ray.”

Randy groans and throws his head back, “I am! I’m just-”

“Ok, pause on the temper tantrum. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t date him, why he wouldn’t treat me right. I might be really into him! You know him better than I do and I just think you’re jealous.”

Randy’s pale skin flushes, and you can pinpoint all his freckles against the pink, “I’m not jealous. I’m just… overprotective.”

You swing around the table and throw your arms around him, pressing your head against his, “Oh, please?? I don’t want to be miserableee. I won’t ask for anything from you ever again, I promise! Just put in a good word for me to him, okay? You don’t even have to talk to him that much, just say a few things here and there or something.”

Feeling Randy relax, you know you’ve broken him and internally cheer, externally giving him a kiss on the cheek as he looks at you with a tired face. 

“I know you’re lying about never asking for anything else but fine. You owe me big time though.” 

“I’ll do your speech paper.”

“That works.” 

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Days passed since your storybook meeting with Derek, and he had been the only thing on your mind since. You were sitting on a blanket in the courtyard under a rotund old tree, working on something or another, repeatedly getting distracted by thinking about Derek’s eyes and how they matched the clear sky above. Perhaps it wasn’t storybook, it was just normal, but all you knew is you wanted to make him yours. And Randy, who still hadn’t talked to Derek, was not helping with that plan. 

“Although that might not be an issue.” You concluded in your head as you watched Derek jog up to you, a smile on his face. 

“Hey, mind if I join you?” He slowed down to the edge of your blanket, sitting down enthusiastically when you shook your head ‘no’, “What are you working on?”

You glance down at your textbook and slam it shut, cringing at how loud the noise was, “I was actually just about to take a break, so your timing was perfect. Just some dumb..,” You peek down at the book quickly, “Trig anyways.”

He chortled at that. He had a nice laugh.

“Trust me, I get that. Just between you and me, some of the classes I have to take are…let’s just move on.”

You smile, he smiles back. This is going very nicely, if you do say so yourself, even if you can’t think of something possibly to talk about. 

“Sooo, I was actually wondering if I could get to know you a bit better? Completely fine if you don’t want to talk, of course. No pressure! You just seem like a really cool person,” He seems to get lost in thought for a moment, humming to himself, “Wow, I’m really bad at starting conversations-”

“Aw, don’t worry. I’m not the best-”

“With such pretty people like you.”

Your jaw snapped shut, and the warmness comes upon your face just like the first time you spoke with him. What a little minx.

“Sorry, was that too much?” He looks concerned and before you know it, words are spilling out of your mouth.

“No, no! Just caught me off-guard, that’s all. You’re, uh, really pretty yourself.”

Smooth. 

But as you witness a blush appear across his own face, you really start to believe your own words. 

“You’re in film class with Randy, right? What kind of movies do you like?”

You went back and forth with him for hours, although it barely felt that long. The once powerful sun had relaxed into a beautiful hued layout of reds and yellows. Your work sat unfinished, cramped into your still closed textbook, but you couldn’t be bothered as you sadly watched Derek prepare to leave. 

“I had a really nice time talking to you.” You said softly. 

“Ditto. I actually have one more thing to ask you,” He replies, settling onto one knee and taking your hand, “I was wondering…I was wondering if you would like to go on a date? Sometime. Anytime. Whenever you’re free.”

You fight against the tightness in your throat to answer, “Yes, absolutely! I would love that. I’ll have to see when I’m available, though.”

Derek grins, and it’s somehow brighter than the sun that was oh-so debilitating earlier. Though this brings you not annoyance, but love and comfort. 

“Cool, cool! I’ll call you with details and stuff later, I look forward to it.” He bows theatrically as you laugh. He straightens out and gives you one last nod as he starts off towards his dorm, silhouette outlined by the painted sky. 

Once he’s far enough away, your trembling hands scramble to pull your phone out of your bag. Randy better be free for the next hour or so, because he’s about to get an earful. 

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ CALIFORNIA: IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

characters: iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

cw:  car sex, unprotected sex (please use protection if you hate kids), iwaizumi has a praising kink! mutual pining lol. if there's more let me know.

wc: 3k

crossposted on my ao3 🤍

The gush of the sudden heatwave was unbearable, you must admit. Stepping foot in California, a foreign country with no one to pick you up at the airport, felt awkward and scary at the same time. Your only goal was to visit your best friend, Iwaizumi, at the college he was studying at. Your plan was to give him a call once you arrived at the destination soon.

Taking a cab from the airport, the beach view came into your sight. The way your eyes shimmered at the beautiful view of people surfing and enjoying themselves at the beach was enough to tell that you actually had a great start being here. Iwa must have had an enjoyable time being here.. Is he homesick? It suddenly popped into your mind. He must be having a great time being in California. The weather’s great, and the scenery is pleasant.

The cab driver helped you with your luggage, though it wasn’t as handful as the other tourists, you still need help getting your big luggage out from the trunk. You heaved a deep sigh, breathless after dragging your luggage onto the concrete pathway. Without stalling your time, you searched for your phone in the pocket of your pants. Scrolling through your contacts, you finally found his contact number.

Within the first three rings, he picked up your call. His raspy voice greeting you the first thing. You heard he cleared his throat. “Hey, why are you calling me? Isn’t it like 11 in the morning there? Aren’t you supposed to be asleep, considering your fucked up sleeping schedule?” a laughter was followed after he nagged you.

You laughed, entertained by his own way of making fun of you. “If I was in Tokyo, then the answer is yes. But I am not in Tokyo, to be frankly speaking!” you were hoping he would catch on to what you were saying. Your presence here was to surprise him, after all!

Iwaizumi had just finished training at the local gym. He wiped the beads of sweats forming on his forehead with the towel hanging around his neck. He glanced over the clock on the wall, 6:15 p.m. Don’t tell me that you are here? he thought. “What are you on, Y/N? Are you talking in your sleep right now?”

This guy, you grunted softly. He caught on but he was afraid if his instinct was not telling him the right thing. “What a dumbass. I’m here in California, you idiot. Come and pick me up at your college! I don’t know your home address for God’s sake!” you burst out. The heat was killing you and please God, can he be quick to pick you up?

He deadass laughed at you. “Are you for real? Oh my goodness! Aight, just give me 10 minutes! I just finished working out. Stay where you are, I am coming to get you!” Iwaizumi rushed to take a quick shower in the shower room. He has to look and smell nice before meeting you. Of course, he would.

“Make it 5, Hajime. I swear to God!” you said, lowkey threatening him. You looked like you were stranded in front of his college with your luggage beside you. Standing awkwardly while the passersby looking at you up and down with a questionable look on their faces.

His sinister laughter made you unknowingly clenched your thighs together. “I swear I’ll be quick. Just stay where you are! Don’t follow any strangers!”

Being the petty friend you are, you counted how long it took for Iwaizumi Hajime to come and get you. He took exactly 7 minutes and 39 seconds to come to your rescue. The matte black range rover parked in front you. Iwaizumi got out of the driver’s seat hurriedly. “Hey, why didn’t you tell me you were coming, dumbass?” he ruffled your hair. Trying to look good for him ended up being ruined by the person himself.

You rolled your eyes, “Obviously, it’s a surprise visit! Can’t you tell them apart or what?” you laughed, unable to hold your laughter any longer. “Nice car, by the way!”

“It's not mine. I had to borrow it from a friend to pick you up” Iwaizumi told, taking in your luggage into the trunk. He opened the passenger’s seat door for you -- his hand rested on the windshield, ensuring your head to be safe. You mumbled a soft thank you before he got to the driver’s seat.

“Where are you staying, by the way? It's dangerous to be out there all alone. Or, aren’t you afraid?” he asked, his right hand turning the steering wheel to drive out of his campus area.

You hummed, “There's a hotel nearby here I booked. But, if you wanted to pay the expenses for me, it’d be nice!”

Both of you burst into laughter, knowing too well both of you are joking around and no hard feelings involved! “Since you are here, let’s go to In-N-Out that you’ve always talked about” Iwaizumi suggested, his eyes glanced over you in the passenger’s seat. You looked excited to try out the fast food franchise you’ve been wanting to try.

It felt like old times, hanging out with your best friend even in a foreign country feels exactly the same. The skies were getting darker as time passed by. About half before 9, both of you headed to his friend’s car. Iwaizumi needed to send you off before midnight. It's unsafe for you to be alone, especially at this hour.

Sitting in the expensive car, both of you enjoyed talking about anything and everything. Time doesn’t seem to be passing by when both of you are together. How badly Iwaizumi wants you to be there for him every single day. He hesitated to ask you, but it’s now or never, Hajime.

“Uh, why did you come to visit me? Why not Oikawa?” he laughed, an uneasy feeling creeped into his heart. Did he make a mistake? He was just asking a question. There's no way you’ll be offended, right?

Shrugging off your nervousness, you covered it up with a lie. “Apparently, California is much cheaper than Argentina. So, I decided to visit you first before meeting Oikawa. Sounds like a genius idea, no?”

Great, now you looked like a pathetic liar. That doesn’t fascinate him, not even a bit. “Oh- that sounds like a great plan, by the way” he laughed. “You know, I am honored to be the first friend you visited!”

You smiled, trying to think of a sentence to reply. “Yeah, you should be.” Fidgeting with your fingers only made you look like a liar. You turned to look at him, both of you fell into an awkward somehow comfortable silence.

“I think I have fallen in love with you” Iwaizumi confessed. He paused for a moment, “No. Actually, I am in love with you.” He looked serious, yes he was. He had been waiting for this moment to come and it’s finally time to confess. It's about time to tell you the truth.

“Wh-what? Are you kidding or what?” you chuckled nervously. Between him and you, you’ve always thought it’ll be you who make the first move but your assumption was wrong.

“No, I am not kidding” he looked at you straight in the eyes.

Your fingers brushed over your face which is now slightly warmer than usual. You disclosed the gap between both of you, “What if I tell you I am in love with you too?”

Iwaizumi's lips formed into a smile. He didn’t know how to put his thoughts into words, but he was thankful for your presence. Closing the gap between both of you, he moved his hand to your face. His palm cupping your face and pressed his lips on your lips with a tender kiss. “Is this fine?”

With your eyes closed, you nodded confidently. You have always loved how considerate Iwaizumi is with others. “Yes, please.”

Both of you kissed for the first time ever. There was a taste of love instead of lust from two individuals who are looking for home in the right person. Brushing your lips with his thumb, he looked at you once again. “Do you want this? Are we taking things too fast?”

You chuckled softly, “It’s fine, Hajime. It's not like we don’t want this in the first place.” Your eyes looking into his green eyes, before a smile appeared on his face. He nodded, agreeing with what you said.

“Let’s get to the backseat” he whispered, nibbling on the sensitive spot under your ear while his hands caressing both sides of your face. You climbed to the backseat, adrenaline pumping in your system. Iwaizumi gently laid you on the leather seat, spreading your legs so he could be in between your legs.

He easily removed your thin top, unzipping your pants that it slid over your legs so easily. The sudden cold of the night sent shivers down to your spine. “Are you sure you’re fine with this?” he interrupted your thoughts. You held his face in your hands, “I will never regret this moment, Hajime. Trust me.”

You have convinced him to not hold himself back. He nibbled on your sensitive spot over and over again, leaving deep purple hickeys all over your beautiful neck. Clinging your legs onto his waist, you arched lewdly to his touch while your tongues clashing with each other.

Iwaizumi placed his hands on your bare thighs, brushing his fingers over your inner thighs crucially slow. You whimpered softly, your body kept on asking for him to give you more. Everything he has to offer. “Hajime, please. I need you” you begged. “Don’t hold yourself back, because I am not going to.”

Oh, how sweet you looked being under him with your glossy eyes, begging him for more. He would wreck you if it wasn’t for this cramped place. Pulling his shirt off of his toned body, he let you enjoyed seeing his defined abs and chest. “I guess I need to teach my princess one or two things about love, hm?”

You nodded your head, your voice caught up in your throat, unable to speak proper sentences. “Don’t worry, I’ll take a really good care of you. Because I love you” he whispered in your ears.

You tugged on the waistband of his briefs, the tent forming in his boxer couldn’t hide the size of his cock. You gulped, he is unlike the other guys you have dated. He is sweet and loving, sometimes aggressive. Is he aggressive while being intimate too? You wondered.

From the way he parted your legs apart, you knew he’s real good at this. Iwaizumi dragged his two digits on your slick folds, “You’re already wet, baby” he laughed. He looked at you and gave you an assuring smile before he ate you out like a starved man. His tongue laid flatly on your dripping pussy.

His licks made your back arched lewdly to his touch. Iwaizumi never thought the day he'd be making love with his own best friend has finally come. He's in love with you ever since you guys were in first year of high school. The years of mutual pining only made him crave your love even more.

“You’re doing so good for me” he said, smirking at you in a glance. Your fingers intertwined in his spiky black hair while he praised you endlessly. “You’re eager for me, aren’t you baby?” his raspy voice vibrated against your wet cunt.

“Please, Hajime” you whimpered. “I-i want you to fuck me, please.”

“Since you are doing so good for me, I guess I have to give my princess my cock, hm?” With a harsh thrust, a loud gasp filled the car. He gasped when your tight walls swallowed his cock. Using his thumb, he played with your clit as he rocked his hips slowly to build his pace.

You have never heard yourself let out a sinful moan like you did just now. You immediately threw your hand over your mouth to cover your moans. Your eyes rolled back when he pressed his thumb on your clit.

“No, baby let me hear you” Iwaizumi yanked your hand away. “I want to hear you screaming my name, because I am the only one who can make you feel good from now on, hm?” he grunted as he slammed his hips into you.

Your tears formed in your eyes, wrapping around his neck while kissing him deeply. He toyed with your clit while kissing you passionately, hips rocking slowly into you. “Ah- Hajime” you moaned in his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful” he grunted softly. "You’re doing so fucking good for me, princess. Taking my cock so well like this hm? Can you cum for me, baby?”

You nodded eagerly, “Pl-please. Make me cum, Hajime- ah!” your legs wrapped tightly around his waist when you felt your orgasm building up in your stomach. Iwaizumi bit his lips, continuing to grind against your g-spot as he eyed your fucked out face with your eyes rolled back and a single tear dropped down as you begged him to go harder.

“Fuck, you feel so- ah- good, Hajime” you cried out. “Please please please, I am so near!”

With the angle he's in right now, he managed to make you moan as if no one was there to hear. Iwaizumi was big, the tip of his cock bumping your cervix in every thrust, making your legs shaking badly and your lips quivering with pleasure and cries. It felt so fucking good, no one has ever fucked you this good. All the boys you dated were useless, never once making you cum.

Your cunt clenched tightly around his cock, telling him that you’re near. “Baby, come on cum for me” he dragged two of his fingers on your clit, flicking on it as he waited for your orgasm to break.

“Y-yes there! H-hajime, it feels so good!” you moaned, mixed with cries of pleasure. Your nails digging into his back muscle, leaving scratches all over his back.

“Here? Like this, baby?” he hummed through his teeth, flicking your clit over and over again until it made your whole body trembled. “Do you like that, hm?”

You nodded eagerly, words have flown out of your mind. Nothing can ever compare to his cock and the size of his fingers that could easily make you cum. Your throat felt dry from all the moaning and cries. You came around his cock, your cum dripping on his length.

“I need you to cum one more time, okay baby? You’re doing so good for me” iwaizumi caressed your hair gently. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips. You nodded, following his orders. He changed the angle of his thrust, pistoning his cock faster than he did before. His calloused hands playing with your hardened buds before taking one of them in his mouth and started sucking on it.

“Come on, baby” he grunted, biting his lips from cumming before you.

“I- I'm gonna- fuck!” you sobbed, it felt different than your first orgasm. Your legs trembled, “H-hajime please.”

“That's it, baby. Fuck, I'm cumming” he gritted through his teeth. “We can’t make a mess in here” he grunted softly. He looked at his cock being swallowed by your gummy walls. The mess that you made around his cock excited him.

“Fuck, just cum inside me, oh- shit” you sobbed, gripping onto his biceps as you came down from your high.

"Are you sure? Oh- fuuuck” you nodded, panting for air as he spilled his seed inside you with a deep grunt.

He laid on top of you for a moment, trying to catch his breath after spurting his thick cum inside of you. Iwaizumi kissed you on your forehead, “Let's stay like this for a moment. Can't afford messing up my friend’s seat, can’t we?” he laughed.

You chuckled, nodding your head. “Right. I have a tissue, Hajime. Don't you worry. But it’s in my luggage in the trunk.”

Iwaizumi giggled, sealing his lips with you sweetly while he tucked your hair behind your ear. “You did so good for me” he whispered in between the kisses. You giggled, “Yeah, as if we didn’t have sex in your friend’s backseat.”

He laughed, “He would have understand, right? Come on, let’s send you to your hotel it’s getting late.”

"Fuck, Y/N. I love you so much" he kissed you lovingly. You looked into his eyes trying to catch your breath. "I love you too, Hajime. Always have been."

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