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#thanks for making my day btw ily
bachirasbodyguard · 1 year
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blue lock as gordon ramsay moments (shoutout to one of the most legendary haters of all time🙏)
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exocean · 2 years
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content creator tag game ▸ colouring before vs. after
in honour of my fallen friends (all my psds) i thought i’d post these since i had this in my draft. and also because i wanted to bring back the cc tags since we all improve so much everytime (and don't get enough credit for that)!! im tagging my beloved @seo-changbinnies @innielove @jaehyukkies @jinniebit @chanstopher @yunaevis
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Ok I'm going to like. Infodump abt my crush in the tags bc like. Yeah <:)
#ok SO#he's another trumpet player n obviously we met through marching band#he's a music ed major. bless his soul#he's LITERALLY one of the funniest fuckers in the band#I put my bottle next to his for band? he makes sure to consistently keep it in that spot so I won't put it somewhere else#after practice I give him his bottle and he goes 'thank you Rex <:)' WITH GLEE IN HIS VOICE#for football games our team is Awful so he leans over and shows me tiktoks he finds#(<and one of my love languages is sharing things that make you smile)#I make a lot of excuses to hang out with him and he always willingly comes!!!#he shows. so much. interest. in ANY events I go to. I mentioned a dance recital I wanted to go to and he went 'I should check that out :)'#(<we're going on sunday btw. I v much so talked him into coming with me <3)#I posted on snap earlier before our 3 hour trip home 'wish us luck on the road' and he was the only one who asked if we made it safe 🥺#and RELATED TO THAT. he's ushering an opera rn. he's not supposed to be on his phone but he got a text from me and texted me back ASAP#he's also??? so fucking relatable and I think that's why I fell#'you good?' 'yeah. just tired. when I get back to the dorm I'll probably make some Chef Boyardee and put on Rick and Morty'#like GIRL you are so right. that's the ideal night and ily#mutuals if you'd like to see him after I put a pie in his face for his frat fundraiser. lmk#and I'm saying all these AMAZING things about him. and what's even better!!! he seems?? like he might feel the same way 😳#idk I've never really been properly flirted with but he always seems like he wants to hang out <:0#but like!!! from a respectful distance!! guys who respect space while also keeping interest these days is hard to find ESP in college#if I ever have the guts to tell him I like him I will do so IMMEDIATELY because jfc I really do#maybe? somehow someway he might do it first 🙏 manifest it ✊#anyways yeah :) infodump over I just really really wanted to spill about him#I wanna tell Batz about it all but he doesn't care much for that kind of stuff so I don't wanna bother him with it 😔#But!!!!! I can tell tumblr dot com. and you can throw all the tomatoes at me you want but I never shut up here <3
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flipflapyoutwat · 2 years
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the pain of having your own story be your current fandom interest but since its your own story you cant. share stuff like memes and headecanons because there is no rest of the fandom so you just sit there vibrating silently with all your ideas
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esmeswritingblog · 11 months
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What fanfic writers say vs what they mean. Btw.
[Image Description: A meme, showing a simplistic person saying, "Thank you for reading :) Im glad you enjoyed! thank youuuu ily <3". But in their head, they think: "thank you for commenting on my fic and saying nice things I love you and reminding me why I love writing and making it feel all worth it you are incredible btw pls keep reading fics and commenting you made my day so much brighter I love it when people comment on my fics it makes me feel validated and i will never be annoyed by it thanks for commenting". End ID]
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lewisvinga · 21 days
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MY man | carlos sainz x fem! reader
summary; nobody knew that carlos was in a relationship until a rumor came about of him dating y/n’s best friend. so she decided enough was enough and finally revealed their relationship, with an extra announcement
fc; dolly zhang
warnings; ?
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1
note; requested ! carlos last message should say days instead of hours lol, i forgot abt the timeline 😭😭
masterlist !
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liked by yourusername, landonorris, and others !
carlossainz55: te quiero, mi vida ❤️ [i love you, my life] 6 years together and a lifetime of you by my side !
tagged; yourusername
yourusername: carlos🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
yourusername: i love you so much🩷 can’t wait to be mrs. sainz 🫶
carlossainz55: oh trust me, i’m already counting down the days !
username: OH WHAT
username: 6 YEARSSSS??
username: so he isn’t dating y/b/f and is engaged to someone else ??
yourbestfriend: yup! i just helped him pick out a couple of extra gifts for her 😁😁 he was nervous af😭
carlossainz55: my fiancée has very particular taste 😌
yourusername: thank you for my new cartier watch and lady dior to match my engagement ring 🥹🥹🤭🤭
username:she’s gorgeous waittt😍😍😍
username: carlos can u fight ??
username: tbh he looked rlly cute w the other girl ://
username: omg i thought i was the only one !
landonorris: happy for u guys or whatever but do u still have left over food?? y/n’s cooking is phenomenal
yourusername: unfortunately there is not, but i promise to cook for u next time i visit 🥹
carlossainz55: u don’t deserve her cooking.
charles_leclerc: congratulations, mate! about time 😂 liked by carlossainz55 !
alexandrasaintmleux: omg 🥹congratulations! sososo happy for you guys 🫶🫶
yourusername: get ready for bridesmaid dresses 🤭
carlossainz55: we already started wedding planning if u can’t tell ( we need help w flowers ) 😁😁😁😁😁
alexandrasaintmleux: oh of course i’ll help 😌
username: 55 girlies we lost 💔
username: they’re cute asf but he looked good w y/b/f too😭😭
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carlossainz55: vacations with my fiancée☀️☀️
tagged; yourusername
yourusername: always spoiling me 🥹 tq👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 [ily]
carlossainz55: the best for my best girl , tq❤️
yourusername: that’s MY man btw. MY man. liked by carlossainz55 !
yourbestfriend: pls stop saying i look good w carlos guys he is gross and y/n punches me w every comment 🤕🤕🤕
carlossainz55: i’m not that bad cmon
yourusername: she just hates men ur so cool babe
username:omg she’s gorgeous
username: carlos won the lottery fr
username: the second picture i’m 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
username: she saw y’all’s comments and got jealous 😭😭she’s so me bc if i was dating carlos i’d make sure ppl know he’s my man
yourusername: exactly. MY fiancée
username: so true bestie
username: he got her not just a regular lady dior but a himalaya crocodile lady dior???😫😫😫😫
username: i’m so sick i love them sm already
maxverstappen1: when will u buy me a lady dior 😔😔😔
carlossainz55: you can buy yourself one
maxverstappen1: so can she !
carlossainz55: she’s my fiancée it’s different 🙄🙄🙄🙄
maxverstappen1: i was there first 😒😒
username: 😍😍😍
username: ferrari rlly has the best wags
username: my parents already, i love them 🥹
yourusername uploaded to their story !
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[ caption 1; MY man🤭 ] [ caption 2; 🤍🤍 ]
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saltymongoose · 8 months
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ohh my goodness. i've been waiting to send these until requests were open bc i wanted to hear ur thoughts.
might be a little silly, but consider: matching outfits. player gathers clothing materials!! and coordinates outfits one day on missions!!!! even makes props!!! hijinks ensue. idk if this had already been disscussed before, but thank you for your time and consideration, ily. you are so cool <<3333!!!!!!! everything you make is so scrumptious!!!!! <33
Omg, thank you, this is so nice of you!!! :D ❤❤❤❤ I love this art so much, you have no idea - the way you portray the boys here fits so well (as always lol). And the memes too omg!! I can't even put it into words to be honest with you, these are just excellent. I do feel slightly bad for that random grunt though, something tells me they'll be sleeping with one eye open after seeing that lmao.
(Also, thank you so much for the compliments too of course, you're far too kind. (˶⸃ ⴰ⸃˶)♡ I could say the same to you btw; your art is always just *chef's kiss* perfection.)
Anyhow, I've actually thought a bit about this scenario before, but this just inspired me, so I wrote some short hcs for you. Hope you like them! <3:
The Player Matches Outfits with Them ft. The Main 3 + 2BDamned
(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior)
- [2BDAMNED] -
2BDamned knew that you had been working on a little project - one that you tried to keep as secret as possible. He was curious, but not enough to encroach on whatever boundary you set regarding it. All he knew from your rather lackadaisical explanation was that he'd be very surprised when he saw. And, well, he was.
The first conscious thought in 2BDamned's head is the question of how you've managed to make a mask that looks so similar to his without borrowing the original. It's really spot on; the seams are in the exact same place, and even if yours has to have been configured differently to fit your more human facial features, the silhouette is exactly the same.
(In the end, he concludes that you simply must've studied his appearance for a while to truly replicate his mask, which makes him feel almost giddy in a way he might've deemed embarrassing before meeting you. But now he's just overcome with happiness that you were obviously interested enough in him to do this.)
He openly praises your skill in sewing, knowing that grunt clothing is ordinarily much too large for you. And you'd notice how the fondness he holds for you seeps into the words, his gaze lingering on you in a way that left you feeling warm.
If you could see underneath his own mask, you'd be able to see the smile he was unable to bite back as well, and the flush that he'd try to will away otherwise. And while he is incredibly impressed (and happy) at what you've managed to put together, he will mention that you could also borrow his actual things once in a while, if you feel so inclined. He just happens to think one of his own jackets might suit you too.
(Of course, he doesn't miss the chance to lean real close to adjust your mask as he says this either, just to fluster you even more. You really have no idea how cute you are, especially looking like this.)
- [DEIMOS] -
A full minute of unintelligible sputtering leaves Deimos' lips the moment he sees your new outfit, and you laugh at the way his face goes bright red. When you said you had a surprise, this was one of the last things he expected.
Luckily for him, he's able to quickly gather his composure, and his excited ramblings turn into smooth flirts that'll leave you blushing instead of him. Expect all sorts of comments about how cute you looked dressed up like him, and praises about how you look even better in his fit than he does.
He insists on taking a ton of pictures together, and you can bet he keeps his favorite in his wallet. (It's one of your faces smushed together as you both grin at the camera, making a heart with your hands.)
He considers this a total power-couple thing; matching shirts are so low-effort compared to this, if anything it shows you perfect you are together. Although there is one thing he'd help you change from your original DIY version of his outfit - those sheet-metal dog tags you made can't compare to the real thing in his opinion, so why don't you just use one of his instead?
Also, don't think he won't take advantage of the fact that you both are the only ones with headsets. Even if yours isn't functioning (because let's be honest, finding one in working condition would be difficult), he'll fix it up quickly just so he can talk more directly to you during missions. And whenever else he wants to, to the irritation of the other three.
- [SANFORD] -
Sanford would consider his outfit to be fairly standard, but he recognized that you were emulating him the moment you slid the sunglasses on. And he couldn't stop the goofy smile from splitting his face when he realized it either, not even attempting to hide his amusement at what you've done.
(He only gets visibly happier when you 'threateningly' brandish your wire hook in his direction. You really put a lot of thought into this, didn't you?)
While Sanford has the amount of restraint in him to not openly brag about you doing this, he can't deny the rush of satisfaction he gets from seeing you in what is an unmistakable homage to him. If you look closely, you'll see him straighten up in pride whenever you come into view. (It's almost like preening, really. If he weren't so flushed, perhaps you'd think it to be more of an ego thing, but no.)
Although, he does show a little bit more concern about some aspects of your outfit. Like your boots, for example; he can't count the number of times he's gotten blisters while breaking in his own, so you should expect him to ask you if you need any plasters (or help bandaging yourself as well).
(If you decide to accept his offer, you'll find yourself questioning whether he ever officially trained as a medic before. He surely has the gentleness befitting of one, shown in how he carefully cleans your wounds and softly applies the ointment, his calloused fingers gently smoothing over the plasters on your Achilles heels afterward. Although you have the slightest suspicion that this tenderness from him is known only to you.)
Sanford will also make it part of his routine to pluck your glasses from your nose and clean them after he does his own. Afterward, he'll slowly lean in when he places them back on you to make sure he doesn't poke you in the eye. Neither of you mention that you could do it yourself, or that his decision to slide them back onto the bridge of your nose himself was highly unnecessary. Maybe he just does it to get a better look at the way you blink up at him and blush, or perhaps it's for some other reason, who's to say? Either way, you have no complaints.
- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -
Your laughs are muffled under Hank's hands as he cups your face, tilting it up to look closely at you. His excitement at your new look is almost palpable; you can easily tell from how he's shaking and hurriedly looking over, his gaze never stopping on one spot for longer than a second. He just wants to take in everything about your new look, is all.
He'll almost insist on doing a mission with you wearing it, not only because the idea sounds fun to him (with his love of carnage and all), but also because it provides an excellent opportunity to rub in everyone else's faces that you chose to copy his outfit. Not theirs.
In a way, he also becomes just a tad more doting than usual. He busies himself with dusting you off, and adjusting your goggles and the lapels of your coat whenever another skirmish is finished. It's his way of checking you over and making sure your hard work wasn't damaged either.
(Plus, he'd hate it if this instance of you copying him was cut short because of some worthless grunts' attempts at harming you.)
You'll catch him sticking closer to you than usual too, and he does so for multiple reasons. First is that he just prefers to be near you whenever he can anyway (the warmth of your presence is one of his favorite things, and it gives ample opportunity to show off around you), but now there's also the fact that your outfit will freak out your enemies. As you can imagine, he enjoys that immensely, and what better way to improve this experience than to have his Player join him?
In a way, Hank also sees this as a sort of 'claim' you've put on yourself too. Wearing your significant other's clothing is kind of a thing with some grunts, and while he knows they aren't really his clothes, there's still some of that same sentiment there that makes him purr just a bit louder whenever he sees you in that new outfit of yours. It tells the world you're his in some way, even if not officially. So why wouldn't he be happy about that?
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tunatoge · 2 months
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brainrot by ur gojo and reader taking care of tsumiki and megumi fics 😭😭 i had an idea tho, what if gojo brought them to work since reader couldnt hire a babysitter and had work to do!! 😱😱 jus a lil thought, hope u had a good day today btw!! ❤❤
omg im so sorry for missing this but this is such a cute idea ily for this idea!! i hope u enjoy :)
my inbox is still open for reqs :D
pairing: teen!s. gojo x teen!reader
contents: gojo takes the kids to work, tsumiki gets attacked by a curse but megumi is there to save the day
you think your head might implode.  
tsumiki swings her legs in her car seat, singing along with the radio. her little shoes knock into the back of your seat repetitively. 
“tsum,” you say softly, rubbing at your temples with one hand, “can you stop kicking my chair, please?” the light ahead of you turns green and you follow the arc of cars turning left, silently cursing the afternoon traffic. 
“okay!” she chirps, stopping for a second before swinging her feet again. the soft thump thump thump on the back of your seat makes you grit your teeth. 
megumi shifts in his carseat, squeezing his juice pouch in between his little fingers. “do we have to go to the school?” he mumbles, sucking at the little plastic straw before throwing the garbage into the back of your car. you purse your lips as tsumiki scolds megumi. 
“sorry, megs,” you respond, tapping your finger against the steering wheel at another red light. “unfortunately, the babysitter called in sick and i’ve got plans with my parents. you’ll have to be with satoru today.” you glance at the rearview mirror, watching as megumi’s little brows pinch together and his lips begin to form a pout. tsumiki cheers. 
the light turns green and you drive the car forward, luckily missing the next couple of red lights and making it to jujutsu tech. 
“i don’t wanna go,” megumi says sharply as he crosses his arms over his chest. you hum apologetically as you swing open your car door. “i wanna be with you.” 
as you round the car and open his door, satoru appears at the top of the stairs. he smiles widely and bounds down the steps, easily reaching tsumiki’s door and helping her out of her carseat while you work on megumi’s. 
“i know, megs,” you tell him, lifting him up by his armpits and pulling him into a little hug. he clings to you, glaring at satoru behind your back. “i’ll make sure to bring back something yummy for you and tsum, okay? something salty for you and something sweet for tsum,” you promise, leaning down to set him on the sandy ground. he reluctantly lets you go. 
“okay…” he agrees, walking toward satoru who swings tsumiki around in the air while she laughs. he doesn’t turn back around and you sigh, your head throbbing with the remnants of your earlier headache. 
satoru finally turns toward you, a wide smile on his face, “don’t worry your pretty little head, everything’s gonna be totally okay!” he tucks tsumiki into his armpit like she’s a soccer ball. “we’ll see you for dinner! tell your mom i say hi, yeah?” he watches as you walk around the hood of your car. automatically, he leans forward and opens the car door for you. 
“thanks,” you murmur tentatively as you slide into your seat and diligently clip your seatbelt in place. 
satoru smiles even wider, tsumiki still tucked into his body and megumi tightly fisting his navy pants. he easily leans forward and presses a wet kiss to your cheek before leaning back and slamming your door shut. 
“bye!” he yells, his voice muffled. tsumiki waves and echoes his sentiment. you chuckle before driving away from the school. 
satoru’s grin doesn’t falter as he watches you drive away from him and the kids. a little feeling in his chest tells him that he probably should have told you about the mission he’d been assigned but he brushes it away; he knows he can handle it, he’s the strongest.
megumi tugs harder at his pants, “can you put her down?” he asks, pointing a chubby finger at tsumiki’s dangling body. 
satoru grins, “of course, gumi,” he says, placing tsumiki on the ground and crouching to help her straighten her shirt and bright pink skirt. “but you’re gonna have to take her spot!” he cheers, swiftly grabbing megumi and picking him up. “c’mon, tsumiki!” he calls as he bounds back up the stairs, megumi in his arms. 
yaga waits for satoru at the top, his arms crossed over his chest. satoru whistles happily as he stops in front of him. 
“don’t you think you should’ve told them you have a mission today?” yaga asks, staring at megumi and tsumiki. “you can’t take them with you.” 
gojo stops whistling, reaching upward to slide his glasses down an inch. “who says?” he challenges. “i’m not hearing too many objections. are you, tsumiki, megumi?” megumi glowers in his arms and tsumiki shakes her head. 
“nope!” she chirps. “we’ll be okay, mr. yaga! satoru’s the strongest!” 
yaga stares at the little girl, “fine,” he relents after a minute. “take them, but if they get hurt i’m not vouching for you, satoru.” 
satoru shift megumi into one arm and leans down and scoops tsumiki into his other arm. “no buts, yaga, my kids aren’t going to get hurt.” he smirks before teleporting away from the school, leaving a little cloud of dust in his wake. 
the three of them reappear in a closed off subway station. the lights overhead flicker sporadically and gojo huffs. he places megumi and tsumiki on the concrete floor near a little bench.
“wait here,” he says softly, slowly taking his glasses off his face. he vanishes from their sight.
megumi puffs his cheeks. “don’t you think it’s a bad idea that he left us?” he asks tsumiki who settles into the subway bench and begins to swing her feet. she hums to herself. 
“i trust him!” she says and megumi’s stomach drops at the sight of a dark shadow slinking toward her. 
“tsumiki,” he starts, looking around for satoru. “i think we should move.” 
she looks at him, “huh? but satoru said to stay here–” before she can finish, the low level curse launches itself at her. tsumiki yelps loudly as the slimy monster begins to drag her away. 
megumi clasps his hands together, the exact way satoru had taught him, and lets out a cry of frustration when his two dogs don’t appear. “please, please, please,” he whimpers, clasping his hands together over and over. 
finally, two dogs appear from the subway shadows and throw themselves at the curse dragging tsumiki away. they tear at its slimy body and tsumiki runs toward megumi. 
before she can reach him, megumi’s body is hauled into the air. he yelps loudly, turning around to glare at satoru as he smiles brightly. his blue eyes are nearly blinding. 
“you two okay?” satoru asks somewhat out of breath, he looks at tsumiki who picks sticks and rocks and other grime out of her hair and clothes. 
she nods, “megumi saved me!” 
“yeah? wait ‘till (y/n) hears about that!” satoru grins, picking tsumiki up and teleporting the three of them back to the school. your car is pulled in front of the school and you’re leaning against the hood, your cellphone gripped tightly in your hands. 
“satoru gojo,” you grumble as he approaches you. he settles the kids back onto the floor before wrapping his arms around you. 
“hi, my love,” he greets, pressing little kisses to the top of your head. “how are the in-laws doing?” 
you push at his chest and glare up at him, impatiently tapping your foot against the dirt. “they’re not your in-laws. why didn’t you tell me you had a mission?” 
satoru shoves his hands deep into his pockets. “ahh, it never came up! and don’t worry, pretty, they will be soon.” he leans back casually and grins at the way your face heats. 
megumi clings to your pantleg and you look down at him. your nose wrinkles. 
“satoru… why does megumi smell like a cursed spirit?” you look over at tsumiki and your eyes narrow at her messy clothes. “satoru gojo, you better not tell me what i think happened.” 
tsumiki jumps up, “don’t be mad at satoru!” she says. “we’re all safe and megumi saved me!” 
your glare turns back to satoru. “we’ll talk about this later,” you promise before turning to megumi who blushes deeply and turns away. 
“i summoned demon dogs,” he mumbles shyly. 
your mood immediately lightens, “really? that’s awesome, megs!” you praise, bringing him up into your arms and twirling him around in a circle. “that calls for ice cream, don’t you think?” 
megumi nods as you pull him into hug. “can i get two scoops?” 
“of course you can. let’s go right now!” you open the car door and situate megumi into his seat. tsumiki giggles and crawls into her seat and waits for you to buckle her in. 
“i call shotgun!” satoru sings. 
you turn to him, “not you, since you have another mission according to yaga.” 
satoru’s jaw drops as you clip tsumiki in and shut her car door with your hip. he watches as you sit in the driver’s seat. 
“i’ll save you a cup,” you tell him, winking before driving away.
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minispidey · 6 months
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03: Barbie and the Giftshopist.
Steven Grant x f!bimbo!reader. previous part. series masterlist. next part.
03. Everyday she wears pink.
(A/n: your feedback on the last chapter about me writing the moon knight system is so amazing tysm! i referenced mpgis here and more legally blonde. i wanna note that reader has been a lawyer for a couple years now and amazing at it 🤸‍♀️ btw update tags are open!)
warnings: mention of cock, swearing and cursing, mention of blood.
the cock line is from my bubs @ominoose ily
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"This isn't just a date. This is a date!" You told yourself as you threw random articles of clothing behind you as you hunted for a specific dress.
You thought maybe you shouldn't wear pink. Maybe you have a pretty dress he hasn't seen you in.
You barely slept due to excitement.
The way he talked and looked at you made you swoon over him. Just thinking about makes you-
You squealed as your leg involuntarily kicked up. You blinked twice in confusion "That is so weird..."
Maybe you were horny.
"Oh gosh, not again. Bad leg!" you scolded your beautiful leg as it kicks up again "Down girl, down! No nasty thoughts about... about... about the hot neighbor across us- no!"
You almost moaned at the though of his lips against yours... You shuddered as you kept remembering the way he looked at you. You laid down in the pool of clothing as you imagined how your little lunch date will go.
As usual, you two walked out of your flat at the same time, discussing where the two of you were going for lunch.
"Wetherspoons..." you parked your pink corvette outside, looking at the flowers decorating the place. Your high heels clicked on the pavement as you walked inside, still in your pink work suit despite planning on changing.
It was a busier day than you thought, but of course lunch time is important.
Your eyes lit up as you spotted Steven, sitting up rather stiff "Stevie!" you smiled as you walked over to his table "Hi, so sorry I'm a bit late. Traffic and all."
But Steven looked back at you with such a loving look in his eyes "It's alright, love. I haven't been waiting long."
The truth is, he thought you weren't gonna show up.
"Have you ordered yet? Gosh, you must be starved." you opened the menu and browsed.
"I haven't." he shook his head, opening his menu as well.
"Cross examination was a success." you smiled "Next week's the next trial with the witness."
Steven didn't know what you were talking about, it was out of context "That's great!" he responded.
"So then he was like no and I was like, you are. Then he was like no but then I was like you are! And he was like, I kinda am. So long story short he's like, totally gay." you said as you looked at your compact mirror.
"Thank gosh I figured it out, because no way can he say my Chanel is so last season when his shirt is so last year. My client was totally bugging, but we figured it out and I, like, totally won that. How about you, Stevie? How's your day?"
Steven smiled back at you "T'was alright, love. Just the usual." he says sarcastically "Donna's been a real-"
"Excuse my language— Bitch? Cunt? Pain in the ass?"
He chuckles "Yes. A pain in the arse, love."
"She always sounds like she's giving you a hard time. You sure you don't want me to talk to her?"
"I don't think it's lawyer-worthy. It's really alright, love." Steven shakes his head "Just another typical day."
"Yeah, which can be classified as workplace abuse."
"Really. I'm fine."
You press your glossy lips into a thin line before sighing "Alright. But if you need someone to represent you in court, I'm your girl." you playfully winked at him.
Steven blushed before nodding "I'll keep you in mind then." a waiter comes up to the two of you and he began to order "-and a cocktail. Uh, how about you?"
"Um, I'll have the Soup of the Day with half a baguette, and Pasta Pomodoro with salmon. And— wait did you say a cocktail?" you blinked twice at Steven "I'll have a cocktail too, thank you."
You smiled at the waiter as he repeated the order to you two before walking away.
"Jeez, Stevie. It's only lunchtime." you giggled at him.
"I-I just wanted something strong."
"Work's really stressful, huh?"
"It really is." he sighed "Working late again tonight. But this uh lunch date is really cheering me up."
Your cheeks felt hot, making you smile "That's so sweet... tell you what, I'll pick you up from work tonight again. I'm working late too anyways."
It was Steven's turn to blush. His hand shakes with his head "You're way too nice. I don't wanna bother you. It's quite overwhelming too." even his ears turned red.
"Steven, you shouldn't turn away blessings." you winked as you giggled. Your cocktails were served just a few minutes later.
"I haven't had a cock in a while."
Steven felt his drink rush to his nose and he quickly grabbed a napkin. He coughs a few times before looking up at you.
"Oopsies, I meant a cocktail." you covered your mouth, smiling "Well, I mean... I haven't had that in a while either."
You took a sip of the drink and Steven stared at the lipstick mark left on the edge of the glass. You always wore a certain shade of lipstick, and it always drove him crazy.
There were times he'd imagine smudging your lipstick... in more ways than one.
After lunch, the two of you laughed as you drove to the museum. Steven just kept falling more and more into your wonderland of pink and diamonds. He stared at you with half-lidded eyes, listening to every word you said.
The thing about Steven is that he loves to ramble and talk a lot, and so do you. He knew you were perfect.
"-and I was like, thank gosh I talked her out of buying an orange chiffon scarf. It doesn't suit her spring tones at all! There's a fine line between terracotta and brown."
That evening, your pink corvette was parked outside of the museum, waiting patiently for Steven after a long day of reading case papers. You puckered out your lips to reapply some lipstick before popping and smiling at your reflection.
Your freshly manicured nails tapped on the steering wheel while humming a small tune.
Then suddenly someone knocks on your window.
"Steven?"
He looked like he was roughed up, red staining his clothes, but it's not his blood. It didn't even look like the same clothes he was wearing during your lunch date.
"Oh my gosh, Steven-"
...but that's actually not your main concern.
"-I told you, blue and black as a combo is a total crime against fashion. If it were me, I'd make it law." you groaned, opening the locks of your car "Get in."
His eyes widened but he doesn't respond, only taking the passenger's seat like you commanded.
"Oh, you have a little stain there." you pat the patch of blood using a pink handkerchief with lace trim and your name embroidered on the corner.
He continued to stare at you as you took his hand and placing your handkerchief on his palm "Here. You can give it back to me some other time because I seriously I need to take you shopping this weekend."
You thought maybe he's always tired after work, that's why he's so quiet, like yesterday.
"Maybe I can figure out your color palette so I know what looks best on you. Your shirts are cute, I'd have to admit, but some of them are... meh. No offense but some prints are worse than the last. OH! I know, we'll do a whole shopping day on the weekend. An hour or so won't cut it. I know it's your weekend off, but trust me when I say when your pretty neighbor's a fashionista, your life is gonna change."
Steven looks at you from the mirror's reflection before shifting his eyes towards the body— Jake. Unlike Marc's creepy silent behavior from the night before, Jake actually looks at you as you went on and on.
He even responds with small nods.
"Can we not make this a habit? First it's Marc pretending to be me in front of her, now it's you. I don't need your help with her. Can I please go in my own pace?" Steven tells Jake, but Jake shook his head in a not now kind of motion.
As Jake entered the apartment after waving goodnight to you, he's met with a poor attempt of a glare from Steven "Don't look at me like that, you wanted the girl so I gave it a push."
"I want to do this on my own. Marc doesn't want me to, I don't know about you, but I don't need help. Can I please do it my way? It's all I ask."
"Can you ask her out?"
Steven pressed his lips into a line before letting out a sigh "Give me the body. I'll... try."
"Alright, alright. You go on ahead."
Steven, now in control of the body, swung open the door and he sees you struggling to find your keys. You blinked twice before smiling at him "Hi again, Stevie. My keys are just- ugh, a lot." your keychains jingle as you tried to find the right key.
"Can we go on a date after shopping this weekend?" he blurts out quickly. Steven was red as a tomato "D-Dinner date."
Your eyes lit up and you felt the butterflies in your stomach again "I'd love that! I'll just- oh! I found my key!"
And you also found the key to your locked-up heart.
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UP NEXT: the best weekend ever! a date with steven and a little breaking and entering 💅
tags: @red-hydra @monsterroonio @pastelpinkpilatesprincess @letmehavemyfictionalmen @uncle-eggy @superduckmilkshake @3zae-zae3
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zurizex · 2 months
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❝ 𝓙UST LIKE THAT, DOLL! ❞
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▐ branch with an s/o who enjoys praising — nsfw
warnings. mentions of overstimulation, oral (giving and receiving), fem reader, no use of y/n, switch!brach, nicknames, slight degradation MAYBE??, creampie/breeding
request: none
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✧˖*°🦋  。゚・ ☆ 👥࿐
— 𝓦hen you first met branch, you were pretty secretive about how praising made you melt
— but one day before you even started dating, branch complimented how your decorative skills were neat
— when this happened you melted into absolute putty
— when you two ACTUALLY started dating, more praises left his mouth, him soon realizing what praising does to you
— branch one day said your singing voice was good and your face beamed red
— "you're really good at singing, doll— why are you sweating so much..."
— DONT GET ME STARTED ON NICKNAMES.
— when he first called you sweetheart you almost came right there.
— one day, branch was so touch starved that he was basically buried in your neck, praising the ever living shit out of you.
— when you moaned. the dots like clicked.
— and GOD was he cocky with it..
— if you're sucking him off, he will never keep quiet. ever.
— praises will leave his lips as light whimpers escaped as well
— "O-Oh! My god..fucking just like that, doll...n-ngh..doing sooo fucking good..."
— His fingers would get tangled in your hair, pulling it softly from time to time, guiding your throat deeper on his cock
— we all agree branch is a munch
— he even praises you when ever he's legit going to town
— he will hold your thighs open so you don't close them whatsoever (not like he'd kill to have you crush him with your thighs)
— though it's very muffled, he will talk about how good you taste, how obedient your being, and even how much he loved you in general.
— "So good to m-me~, doing so well, keep making those pretty noises. Just like that, baby."
— even when hes BOTTOMING, he's praising the absolute fuck out of you
— you'll be riding him and his hands will grip on your hips, begging and trying to go deeper.
— though branch doesn't mention it, he loves giving you nicknames and watching your teary eyes go wide
— praise him once and you're in a secluded area with your legs around his waist
— he's heavily panting in your ear as he's rapidly thrusting into you, skin slapping filling your ears.
— Branch likes to whisper naughty things in your ear while around other trolls, especially when your helping plan something with Poppy
— "Keep bending your pretty ass over and i'm meeting you in the bathroom.."
— one time while he was eating you out, you came hella hard and he wouldn't stop.
— something snapped inside him as he kept looping his tongue around your sensitive clit
— the noises you made alone made him fuck you so hard that you'd barely walk
— which happened btw
— the sight of your face as your eyes slightly rolled back, drool dripping down your chin as desperate moans left you made him go feral
— "Aww..poor b-baby, taking me so well...S-shhhh, i'm h-here..."
— he loves touching you, actually everywhere
— you knew him in his bunker days, so you completely understood why he loves being around you soo much
— ooo, praise him while he's inside of you and he's breeding you on literal sight
— "T-thank you for being so good to me—" he came instantly.
— it's so bad that he overstimulates the both of you that same session
— when you're both done, after care is important in his book
— will not let you go until you've both officially caught your breath
— he'll clean you up the best he can, maybe sometimes giving you a hot bath if he knows your limbs are sore
— after, branch will cuddle you while he reads a book, waiting for you to fully fall asleep before he does.
— "You did so well, you know that? Always have and always will be my favorite person..."
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a/n. first post wooo, i'll make an intro later. ILY BRANCH MWAH MWAH MWAH PLS REQUEST BTW
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moremaybank · 11 months
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omg girl could you please do 28 with rafe for the prompts? btw i absolutely adore your writing and am so excited you’re getting back into it!
"i love that we both already finished, and your legs are still shaking."
warnings 18+, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, overstimulation, use of the word "daddy" (once), language
author's note thank you for the love baby!! ily
prompt list (requests closed) / rafe masterlist
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You feel your tears flow down your heated, sore cheeks, and you watch as your legs tremble furiously on either side of Rafe's head. You're exhausted from reaching your high three times already, but he isn't done with you yet.
He's much gentler than the way he fucked you earlier. His tongue swirls around your tender clit with expertise as he pumps his fingers into you. He'll moan into you every now and then so he can watch your eyes glaze over at the vibrations. The move is entirely self-indulgent and greedy, but he can't help it; his girl is just so fucking gorgeous when she cums for him.
Rafe sucks on your clit and lets it go with a pop before looking up at you.
"Is my baby tired?" He watches as you nod, the small response the only one you can muster up. He kinks his fingers, and they snag against your g-spot. He grins at you when you whimper and squirm around on the bed. "But you're being so good for me, sweet girl. You came so much for Daddy, just wanna make you feel better."
The pout he's wearing is the same damn one that prevents you from ever daring to deny his wishes. He's well aware of the fact and uses it to his advantage.
"I love that we both already finished, and your legs are still shaking."
Rafe's unoccupied hand massages and squeezes the flesh of your thigh. He then lowers his mouth and dots kisses on the inside of your thigh as he tries to soothe your quivering limb.
"That's 'cause you won't give me a break," you whine. The burning coil in your belly hasn't ceased due to the overstimulation, and you're struggling to comprehend how you're still going.
"How do you expect me to stop when you're such a good girl, hm?" Rafe withdraws his fingers from your sopping core and stuffs them into your mouth, "Suck."
You crane your neck, raising your head up. Wrapping your lips around his digits, you suck on them with pressure as your tongue slithers over the pool of your past releases. You moan as you taste yourself, and your sounds increase when Rafe slides his cock into you again.
"Fuck, princess. You're so fucking wet," he speaks, shutting his eyes as he bottoms out. The praise causes you to clench around him, and he gives you a cocky look. "Close already? My good fucking girl."
He retrieves his fingers from your mouth and uses them to play with your clit while he works his cock into you repeatedly. Your breath hitches, and your head drops against the pillow beneath it.
"Rafe, I'm close."
Rafe's hips pick up, his cock now jamming into you ferociously. One of his hands snakes its way up your body and cups your breast. He pinches your nipple, rolling it between his fingertips as the hand on your clit speeds up, and you finally cum with a loud cry.
"There we go, baby. Cum for me. That's it," he speaks, coaxing you through your orgasm.
Your legs are still shaking, spurring on from your most recent peak, and your cunt is sore when Rafe draws his cock out of you.
"Y-you didn't cum," you note through your heaving breaths.
His hand comes to your face, cupping your cheek. He wipes your tears with his thumb and gives you a small yet diabolical smile.
"You don't think I'm done with you, do you, princess?"
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The following day when you wake, you stretch your limbs beneath the sheets and instantly feel soreness creeping over you. You open your eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them before looking over at your boyfriend's sleeping form. You smile, shaking your head as the memories from last night flood your mind.
He must be crazy.
You know he is, but he's crazy for you, and the thought of him being completely enamoured with you fills you with a warm and fuzzy feeling.
You toss the covers off you, swinging your legs over the edge of the mattress. Your feet touch the cold floor when you plant them there, finally choosing to stand up.
Everything happens so fast. One minute you're rising onto your feet, and the next, you're collapsing onto the hardwood.
"Ow!"
Rafe awakens at your screech, squinting as he struggles to open his eyes fully. "Baby? What are you doing on the floor?"
You glare at him, "This is all your fault."
"Can't help it, baby. My dick's too good," he smirks, sinking back into the plush covers with a content sigh.
"Well, aren't you at least going to help me up?"
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valsarchives · 1 year
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mon cœur - t.c
a/n: i used translate for this so forgive me if i made any mistake!
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tchalamet
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tchalamet mon cœur t'appartient.
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yourusername je suis à vous.
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tchalametupdates Y/N TWEETED THIS Y’ALL 😭✋🏻
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ynmybaby SHE REPLIED MY TWEET GUYS 😩😭
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yourusername keep smiling like that. i love you and your french nose.
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changbinsboiledegg · 4 months
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Hii Can u so idol ENHYPEN reaction to giving there idol s/o a hickey? Love your world btw!!!
Heyoo thank you so much!!! 🥹 And thank you for your request! 🫶🫶
Idol! Reader X Enhypen Hyung line
MDNI!!!!!!!!!
Warnings: SUGGESTIVE, Hickeys, making out, petname usage? Fluff if you squint I think.
Note: Me personally, I’d go on hiatus. No but the way my search history is 'how to hide a hickey' mf, apparently they last 2 days-2 weeks?? Definitely going on hiatus LMAO. Anyways, if no one told you today, ily 🫶
♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎
Heeseung
You were panicking as soon as you saw the fresh hickey— courtesy of Heeseung— on the side of your neck.
“Damnit…” you tried to think if ways to hide it. There was always makeup, but that had the tendency to wash off or smear if you weren’t careful enough.
You called the culprit, demanding he help with what he caused. Heeseung answered your call on the first ring.
“Back for more?” You could hear the smirk in his tired voice.
“No! You left a mark on me!” You looked at the door to the bathroom, hoping no one heard.
“Yeah?” Heeseung yawned. You groaned, “I have to MC today!”
“I’m on my way.” He sounded as if he were in a hurry now and hung up. You ran to your room and looked for something, anything.
You found a choker, thick enough to hide Heeseung’s mark left on you.
Jay
He knew what he was doing when he gave you the hickeys trailing down your chest, some on your stomach and even some on your thighs.
You were too lost in the heat of the moment to care where he left any hickeys, but man, were you grateful when you saw that he left the in places that were easily covered up by your outfits the stylist gave you for your groups comeback.
“I was scared I would have to explain to the stylist that my boyfriend left a bunch of marks on my body.” You murmured against Jay’s lips the moment filming and recording was done.
Jay smirked against yours, “I told you you wouldn’t need to worry.”
“Hm, I don’t remember that.” You kissed him again, melting further into his arms. Jay chuckled, “because you were busy saying my name over and over again.”
Jake
“I don’t think smearing it is going to hide it from the cameras.” You tried your best to stay still as Jake helped you cover the marks he left on your neck and collarbones.
Jake tried to add more concealer to cover the hickeys, but to no avail. He huffed, setting down the bottle on the bathroom counter.
“Do you really need to hide them?” Jake asked, making eye contact with you. You nodded, slowly at first, then quickly.
“Yes! I have a comeback to film for in a few hours.”
Jake took your hands in his and placed kissed on both of your palms, “I don’t know. I kinda like the idea of everyone knowing that you’re mine.”
You felt your cheeks heat up, unable to form a thought for a moment before recollecting yourself, “Not like this.”
Sunghoon
You didn’t realize you have a hickey on your neck, not even paying attention to yourself in the mirror as you were getting ready for the day.
Even as you earned questionable looks, you didn’t see anything wrong. You were used to the way people looked at you, good or bad.
You walked up to Sunghoon, acting as if his lips weren’t attached to your neck the night before.
At first, he gave you a smile before quickly standing up and pulling you somewhere discreet, pretending he needed to ask you something important.
“What’s up—“
“Your neck.” He whispered, taking off his hoodie and pulling it over your head. You felt around your neck before stopping over a particularly sore spot, realizing what it was.
“You did not…”
Sunghoon just raised his eyebrows, adjusting the collar and hood to cover your neck. “Sorry, baby.”
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vinsmokesangio · 1 month
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Carnival 💛🇧🇷
pairing: Tom Blyth x reader
warnings: none i guess (?)
summary: you and your friends decide to make a quick trip to Brazil during the Carnaval holidays. of course it’s the perfect opportunity to make things real between you and Tom <3
a/n: It's Carnival in Brazil! A delicious holiday in the middle of our summer with 4 days of celebration. To celebrate and make a special edition, I created a social media au based on the universe of this one, where you, Tom and your friends travel to Brazil to party. In my mind, Tom would love the Carnival atmosphere, so why not make it happen in a parallel universe? hahaha I hope you like it and get to know a little more about our culture!
yournameyln | 📍Salvador, Bahia, Brazil
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yournameyln: what a beautiful place! i’m already in love with the “caipirinhas” 🍹💛
yourfriend1: i love being with you <3
user1: loved the outfit! ↳ yournameyln: thank you love x
user2: tom looks so happy 🥰 ↳ user3: are they together? :/ ↳ user1: it looks like.....
tomblyth: i love you ↳ yournameyln: i love you ↳ user4: oh my god??? ↳ user2: @/user3 i think this explains your question ↳ user3: @/user2 It doesn't mean anything, they are best friends until then ↳ user4: What kind of best friends post photos holding hands exclusively on stories when there are other friends with them? ↳ user5: yes, plus she could have posted just one related to him but she posted two 🤨
tomblyth: btw my tan is prettier than yours ↳ yournameyln: shut up everybody knows it’s artificial
tomblyth | 📍Salvador, Bahia, Brazil
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tomblyth: brazilian carnival in Salvador and some of my favorite people in the world.
yournameyln: you're my favorite person 🥺 ↳ user6: awwww ↳ user2: "some of my favourite people” and it’s just y/n 🤪
user7: she's out of his league, fr ↳ user8: gurl get a life ↳ user9: while you send hate to her, they are traveling together and being more intimate than you will ever be with him - liked by author
yourfriend2: what a amazing trip, ily so much <3 - liked by author
yournameyln: o amor está no ar <3 - liked by author ↳ @/user: omg it means "love is in the air", they're so cute i cant
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hotxcheeto · 7 months
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My request is bakugo x female reader. They are neighbors but they live in apartments he kinda ha a crush on her and brings her roses or flowers in general but one morning she catches him so she asks him on a date ( he is a pro hero btw an she works as a nurse in a hospital)
━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟗𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓
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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) -Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing ( obvi ), slight mentions of reader wanting to jokingly run off a building, mentions and light descriptions of injuries (kats + other unnamed hero)
𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - i lost this request in my drafts? like it just disappeared? idk it was so weird but i found it, it's adorable, so sorry it took so long lol! ily! MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
REBLOG MY WORK! I WORK HARD & IT'S APPRECIATED!!
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The first time you met him was an unfortunate one.
It sadly began with a broken jar of almond butter.
You wanted to try it and you finally had scheduled the perfect time to go grocery shopping, on a day you didn't want to toss yourself off your balcony head first. You wondered if living on the ninth floor was a good idea each time you'd come home from a twelve or ten hour shift with a migraine and aching feet. Staring ominously at the glass door near your couch while eating chips and giggling at the hot actors on screen.
It was the catalyst though, that ninth floor, because the day the elevator broke and you had to carry your groceries all the way up, you just so happened to run into a man flying through the door at the same time you were opening it.
There went the almond butter down the ten stairs you'd just climbed to finally reach your home ground. But the eighth floor must've been tempting as it tried heading back that way.
The glass container had taken the tumble when your neighbor and you collided. It was no one's fault truly, and he apologized, but you could barely hear him over the sound of his gorgeous face.
You'd seen him before. Somewhere. Oh God, where was it?
"Sorry, I should've been paying attention." You had said, picking things that had spilled out of your bags while trying not to take a fall down the stairs yourself from the pain in your body.
"I'm not the one that got hit by a fuckin' door." His bluntness had made you snort, covering your mouth quickly to hide your laughter, having to pause your actions as you giggled.
"It was not that funny." He then said, biting back a smirk. You shook your head though, continuing to tuck yourself away and stand up. "It's not that." You then turned, seeing the splattered caramel colored condiment on the cement just below.
"Aww. I was looking forward to that."
The stranger's head swiveled to the side as he stood, looking at the broken mess. Then to your slight pout, watching the way you put your hands on your hips then shrugged.
"I bet it tasted like shit anyway." You shrugged.
It was his turn to laugh, gravelly and genuine.
"Here, I got these." He then said, gesturing to the bags. "I'll call maintenance after." "No, it's okay, I got it really." You nodded, moving to pick up your groceries but he'd snatched them before you could, grabbing most of the bags with one hand making his muscles flex in his arm.
"Oh-" "Which one's yours?"
From there you'd shown him your door which just so happened to be beside his, thanking him again a few times while he tried to reimburse you for the lost almond spread but you denied. Stating that you didn't need it and you for sure could live without it.
And with that, you and your neighbor parted ways...
until you met again that is.
The second time you met him was even more unfortunate.
You'd been rushing around the hospital after a horrible attack in Tokyo that left many of the hero's injured. That meant it also left you with another few hours of trying not to trip over your coworkers and get hit by flying beds.
By the time you reached one of the patients assigned to you he'd already begun fighting the other nurses that had been trying to help make him and all the others in the room comfortable.
His hero suit was ripped where he'd been injured, the black fabric hiding the fact that he was bleeding. Though it was obvious to you who could see it in the bright lights that shone down onto your bodies. The red just barely visible, your eyes then scanning a certain familiar tuff of blonde hair you swore you'd seen before.
"I'm fine you shitheads!"
"Mr. Dynamight, sir, you need to take a seat you've lost a lot of bl-"
"Did you not hear me damn it!"
He sounded a bit like a toddler as you came around holding everything you thought you needed in your arms. You looked so amusing standing there holding it all scooped against your chest while watching the scene play out.
"Hi." You then spoke up with your trained customer service smile, working retail back then sure helped in these situations. Though if he happened to throw something at you, there was no blocking it from hitting the target that would become your forehead.
"My name is Y/n, m'gonna help you out today, sir."
It's like the world stopped turning from the dead silence that came over him. The others stared at him with wide eyes and slight confusion while glancing over at you as if silently asking what the hell he was doing.
He just stood and twitched.
And then he turned, and a face you'd just seen a few days ago met yours. You didn't break though, showing him what you had.
"I can patch you up and you'll be out of here in barely a few hours, I swear. Now, leave us alone here guys?"
Your fellow peers quietly gave you a nod, running off to help the guy with yellow hair complaining that his head hurt and to stop his crying out, only repeating that he felt like a spaghetti noodle.
"I knew that I knew you from somewhere." You then smiled towards him, setting your stuff down and guiding him to actually sit instead of standing all hunched over and angry. "But I just couldn't put my finger on it." You finished, beginning to examine his cuts.
"Hm.." Was all you got from him, the tips of his ears slightly red as you looked his torso over. "You're gonna have to take this top part off. So I can see what I'm working with."
He did what you'd asked, jaw clenched as he moved, obvious that he was in pain. Though, not a sound passes his chapped lips that were lightly tinted pink. His suit finally dropped, pooling around his hips giving you full access to each of the large scratches and cuts that riddled his flesh.
"So Dynamight is my neighbor." You broke the quiet, cleaning a cut on his shoulder while he watched you with his crimson eyes. "How interesting." You joked, moving to his side to continue.
"Not what you expected?" He then asked quietly, watching as you shook your head. "I thought you were just another gym bro." He smiled slightly when you giggled at your term, trying not to hiss when you cleaned a much deeper cut on his side.
"Turns out... you're a hero. In the top three too, and I didn't even realize." You teased yourself, lifting his arm up to press a bandage to his side. "I feel kind of silly now."
"It's nice." You glanced up when he then spoke, grabbing another bandage as he continued to go on, "Not having every person you meet drop to their knees in adoration." You smiled at that, nodding your head, even ignoring his slight dramatic tone.
"Has to be refreshing." The not-so-stranger agreed, at your response.
"Like you wouldn't believe."
You continued to clean him up in silence, though not stiff, it was more of a comfortable atmosphere while you finished up. Leaving him to go attend to others but something about the interaction never left your mind.
And when you got home that night, tired and looking forward to watching Netflix with your cat. A glistening jar of almond butter and a bouquet of flowers sat on the mat in front of your door. No note, no other sign of life in the hall. Just those two things.
But you knew who they were from.
The third, fourth and fifth time were a bit different.
Each time you'd run into him at the hospital, it was always a result of him getting hurt, but you'd been the only nurse besides your boss that could handle him, and your boss nearly threw a bedpan at him the last time.
You'd help him with no words needing to be exchanged to make you understand why he hated the help. Though, you would never say it out loud, like he preferred, the less you talked, the more he'd begun to crave it.
Yearning to hear you joke with him or maybe tease him about the fact that he's practically deaf and you can tell because he keeps his TV incredibly loud. So loud your wall vibrates sometimes and you have to knock to get him to turn it down a notch or two.
He blames it on the explosions.
You never argue with that.
And each time you arrived home there would be flowers sitting in wait for you, and each time you knew who they were from, but you never brought it up.
Days to weeks passed between each time he got his ass handed to him. But he never faltered. He had a goal, and when Katsuki had a goal, he was gonna meet it.
You brushed it off, thinking it was a sweet way to say thank you from someone who practically choked and fought air trying to say those two words to anyone let alone a stranger.
A stranger that now knew you loved almond butter and talked to her cat all day. Sometimes even responding by meowing back and he'd, not in a creepy way, just sit to listen to you.
He came to a realization that he knew your first name. But he'd never told you his, and though you could've easily googled it, he couldn't help but wonder if you cared enough.
You did, the moment you met him as Dynamight, you couldn't tear yourself away from your laptop. You wanted to know who was behind the mask, in the Marvel sense of the words. Now that you had met both the hero, and your neighbor.
And you learned who your neighbor was pretty quickly.
Bakugou Katsuki.
The sixth time, he grew a pair.
He felt kind of stalkerish constantly leaving the gifts, and he hoped silently that he was creeping you out. Coming out of the elevator expecting to see an empty hallway, but you'd gotten off early and were already crouched down and petting the kitty that had waddled through the door to greet you.
Fucking hell, you were starting to be everywhere.
Or maybe that was just in his mind.
"You don't have to get me flowers every time you know, if you keep getting thrown through buildings, I'm gonna run out of vases."
Well at least you didn't throw out the other flowers.
"That was one time." He spoke up, stepping towards you and tucking his hands in his pockets to warm his hands. His compression shirt showing off each and every little indent in his torso making your heart skip a beat.
You felt like a teenager again.
"Tell that to the ribs you fractured." You said, your cat dancing around your legs and then moving to his. Purring and stepping up against him to gain his attention, but that was all on you.
"She likes you." You smiled, looking down at her before meeting his eyes. "She doesn't like anyone." "Cats got good taste if she likes you."
You looked away, a shy expression flashing on your face as you rocked back and forth on your heels.
"I mean... I could say the same for you."
There was a very juvenile giddiness that you both felt in your gut, the man watching you pick up your cat before grinning at him.
"So am I allowed to call you Bakugou now? Or do I still have to call you Mr. Dynamight?"
"You're an idiot."
"Mr. Dynamight it is."
You turned to bring in your baby but he'd cleared his throat, your head turning to face him. Your heart pounding in your chest.
"I was thinking..." "Yes."
He raised an eyebrow, gawking at you for a split second.
"You don't even know what I was gonna say?" He all but yelled slightly, you only laughed.
"Yes I do." You nodded, the cat meowing in agreement. "But I want you to cook, I am so sick of just smelling it in the hallway."
He blushed profusely, looking down at the ground. Swallowing before nodding and giving a light scoff.
"Whatever, see you tonight."
And that he did.
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a/n: this sucks, but it was my first time writing for him :)
requests now open - i promise i'll get better at it just like i did with my older fandoms
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Summary: A new duo arrives in jackson after being found in the snow, praying
Warnings : DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!!!!!, abusive parents, toxic religion, toxic people all around, misogyny, hitting, threats, self dought,fear , stop here if it's too much the series will just get darker
Word count : 2.6k
Paring : dark!Joel Miller x pastors daughter!afab!reader
Part 1 / ?????
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A/n : she's dark, very dark. This is your last waring, btw. And thanks so much to my pokie wookie bear @xoxo-honeyy for helping me revisit and figure most of it out she's amazing not only for that but also putting up with my dyslexic ass, ily pokie 💋 and give her love as well.
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The cold was the worst, especially in a dress. Your dad gave you his jacket but you were still freezing despite the extra protection. The two of you had somehow ended up near a lake, Your father said he could hear a dam nearby, you didn’t know what a dam was, but apparently, it meant that people were near since it's on that means people near and we should be careful and should pray before we continue to pray that God keeps us safe for another day.
You kneeled down on the dense snow. Your legs against the snow made you feel even colder, but your father said to thank Jesus under all circumstances and not to complain in his name.
Your father started the prayer in a loud, confident voice, “Dear heavenly father, we kneel here to ask you for guidance and appreciation to ask for help as you guide us on your path and lead us to safety and not shen ways of harm, amen.”
Bringing your hands to a prayer position you continued praying hoping the cold would go away.
“Hands up”
Your eyes flew open and you saw your father being held at gunpoint, people on horses, and dogs barking. You almost screamed in fear. Were they raiders?, slavers?, or worse were they sinners?
“She said hands up.” Another voice barked at you.
You looked at your dad and put your hands up. The people looked warm physically and emotionally, you felt jealous of them, you tried to will the jealousy away but nothing was working. You repeated the prayer in your head, I am sorry, God, I am not jealous. I am grateful for your gifts. The people then started talking to one another.
“Send out the dog and make sure they're not bit”
“We can assure you we aren't. We are children of God just like you all”
The dogs barked and sniffed us. Then, a different member of the group walked up to us getting off of their horse, and they walked right up to you.
“Stand up, you poor thing, no pants in this weather.”
The brown-haired woman tied her jacket around your legs.
“Thank you,” You replied.
“Don’t touch her,” Your father stood up, but the lady just ignored him.
“Lower the guns. We should take them into town the get some real clothes,” The brown-haired woman seemed to be in charge which seemed odd, you thought men were the ones who were supposed to lead?
Town? You’d only heard stories about places like that. Your father told you that when your mother was alive before the devil took her for being a sinner, that's when you all lived in a little house near the water, a large lake more specifically.
“She is in more than enough clothes”
The lady shot your father a scathing look, “Tommy ride with him and take his backpack. I’ll take the girl.”
The man, Tommy, took your father towards his horse, and the lady took you to hers. When you started the long journey, you were in awe of the surroundings, but nothing could compare to the smell. The smell of fresh food, fire, and the snow falling you were utterly captured by it. When you see large wooden gates and lots of people with guns, you think to yourself i'll pray for them.
"Welcome to Jackson,"
She said as the gates opened, she'd never seen anything like that. it was a town where the stories were true? We rode in, and she helped me off the horse. You were a little worried you hadn't seen my Dad since he got on Tommy’s horse.
"He's fine. Tommy's just gonna show him around while I get you some clothes. What's your name?"
she gave her a smile of relief.
You gave them your name and they smiled warmly
She started walking and you followed her into a shop like building full of clothes she looked at some jeans and before she could hold them up you interrupted her,
"I can't wear pants."
She almost laughed.
"And why is that?"
"It's a sin,"
She scoffed.
"God would rather you live than freeze."
She handed me a pair of jeans``.” you were shocked someone would ever say his name like that.
"But my D-"
"Go change,"
She cut me off and looked for a top, a simple sweater. You were so scared you were gonna go to Hell if she put on these pants. You'll have to pray for hours for God to forgive you.
"You can change there, and trust me, you won't die over pants."
"it's a sin,"
"Honey, trust me, you're not gonna die,"
You took a deep breath and walked into the changing room. You wanted to cry. You were gonna die for this, burn in Hell for eternity, and be with those monsters. You took off the layers and layers of jackets and a dress. The tears started flowing as you put on the jeans. You felt like you had committed the worst crime in the world, and you started begging for forgiveness as you changed.
You started mumbling quickly under your breath, "Dear heavenly father, I am a sinner, and many have sinned by your grace. She prays for my and others' forgiveness. Have mercy on me, your faithful servant of God, according to your faith and love. "
You put on the top, “.” wiped your tears, and walked out of the changing room. When you came out, she the lady had a pink jacket.
"Here she'll keep you warm, and the color suits you."
She was right. The color did suit you.
"Thanks."
"Put it on, let's make sure it fits, and after I'll show you around town."
You put on the jacket and zipped it up. As We walked out, you kept your head low. You shouldn't look at other people if you are in the midst of sin. At least, that's what dad says. She showed me the canteen, a woodworking shop, and even a school. Then you saw my dad and the man, you ran up to them.
"Dad!"
You threw yourself at him and he caught me pulling me into a big hug
"Oh my love, it's ok. You’re safe, God has found us home at last,"
You smiled and saw Tommy go up to maria
"Dad, we need to find a place to pray."
You were so ashamed of the pants, and it seemed like my dad started getting angry.
"We will. They have a church we shall go there and pray for forgiveness and pray you won't become a monster like the rest of the sinners in the world, my love,"
Maria and Tommy walked back up to you and you're dad.
"Well, before we bring you guys to your lodging, we need to talk about the rules, and you all look parched. Let's go to the canteen and get some food?" Tommy said.
my dad nodded in agreement as we all started making our way to the canteen. The closer we got, the more the scent of freshly cooked food invaded your senses, it was so much different from the old canned beans we usually had. We walked into the canteen. It was made of beautiful wood, lights hanging from the ceiling, people giving out plates of food, and others eating it was beautiful.
"Here, I'll take the young lady to get some food. y’all can find a place to sit,"
Tommy walked me to the line of the canteen
"We have rabbit or sheep today, which would you like?"
"Sheep, rabbits are too cute to eat."
Tommy laughed and got two plates and started putting sheep on both.
"So I hear your names y/n is that correct?"
"Yes."
He started putting vegetables onto the plates.
"And your dad is a preacher or just a very devoted man of God?"
she thought that was a dumb question, he's a pastor he told me he was dressed like a pastor. it made you laugh.
"A pastor, of course,"
We moved over to get drinks for you and your father, but before Tommy could grab the pitcher of water you weren't sure what it was sense it wasn't water colored more like mud you're not sure.a girl younger than me grabbed you were more shocked she had pants you hadn't thought of it but a lot of girls here wear pants she should pray for them
"Excuse me,"
She filled up her glass as Tommy protested, “Ellie”
she smiled as she left
"Sorry about her, she's my brother's kid, she's very outgoing, let's say."
"She's fine, but I am worried about the number of women in pants I'll have in my prayers. Does this place allow sinning?or something?" Your voice was filled with concern.
He continued to fill up the cups and looked confused”." That's one way of looking at it for now. Let's just get you both fed,"
We all sat down at the table. You've never eaten so fast, and that water,which was apparently sweet tea, you think too yourself it's probably your new favorite thing. Dad kept telling me to slow down, but you couldn't. You were so hungry and happy to eat something real.
"So, Maria told me you have a multi-faith church?" Your dad asked as he finished eating and scraped the leftovers onto your plate.
Maria replied in a calming tone, "Yes and you’re a preacher, so I’m assuming you would like to have a mass of some sort, which is fine with me and with the council, but first we need to go over the rules the whole reason we came here"
At the mention of rules, you stopped eating and started listening.
"All able-bodied people over the age of 18 unless, unable to due to their health, a disability or lack of survival skills are required to patrol . We rotate every week, two people are in a group. We classify ourselves as a commune which means we all share everything, nothing belongs to just one person, we all respect one another. As well, pitch in and have jobs based on what skills we have or what we're good at. Understand?"
You noticed your dad wasn't too fond of the rules, but he both nodded in agreement.
"So how old is your daughter?" Tommy inquired.
Your dad sighed, "Around 19, we don't know specifically, but she was born about a year after the outbreak. My wife at the time had just gotten pregnant,"
You kept my head down, you missed your mom a lot, she wasn't like my dad she loved God and they taught me to love Him but she liked to tell me about my room shen the town, teach me to read and write she hated that she was a sinner as dad says she didn't believe enough you remember the verse we read for her after she died “For the wages of sin she's dead”. Dad says she wasn't devoted enough.
"Joy, how do you make a fire?"
Tommy asked me the question, and you laughed,"My dad makes those they aren't ladylike"
You doesn't know why he looked taken back. You're a woman. You're supposed to cook,look pretty for your husband and put God above all.
"Joy, you see that girl over there,"
Marshea pointed to a group of girls, including the one who took the pitcher, you nodded."How about you introduce yourself? Make some friends while Tommy and she talk to your dad."
You smiled and walked up to the girls. They all had tea and some food. They all wore pants as well. Before she could say anything a dark-hashered girl spoke
"New to Jackson?"
she nodded
"No way, hey”
The girl from earlier hit my shoulder playfully
"Well I’m Ellie welcome. To my humble abode, take a seat”, you took a seat next to her
"So how'd you find Jackson?” Ellie questions and then thinks for a second, “or did the patrolman find you?
" Well, my father and I just keep moving and, apparently, have traveled throughout. for my whole life moving looking for the place God wants us. And we saw the dam which is when my dad said we should start praying for people or a town, that’s what it’s called right?"
Ellshee immediately responded, chuckling a bit, “Gosh, aren’t you ancient.”
The girl, Ellshee, laughed louder, and it got to your head. Maybe she’s just not used to someone like you?. Maybe it's because you didn't know what town is was?. Either way, it, didn't feel good.
"Ellie, don't be mean" The gruff and slightly hoarse voice came from behind me.
You quickly turned my head to see an older man with graying hair with brown spots sprinkled throughout it, There were also prominent scars on his nose and temple, To say the least, the man looked frightening
"Oh come on"
Ellie protested but the man shushed her.
"Y’ know Ellie, she could probably teach you a thing or two, a girl like her shes a woman of God." He sent a sly wink towards you
He took a seat across from us and Ellie rolled her eyes, "Hi there hon I'm m Joel and this here is my daughter, Ellie don't mind her she's a bit rough around the edges"
"I am not"
she laughed at the little bantering and you got asked the same basic questions before Maria walked up to us,
"she see you've met Tommy's brother,” there was a slight frown on her face,
“come on it's time to see your new home"
You waved goodbye to the pasher and met up with Tommy and my dad again. We all started walking through the town , towards an a cute little house with a small porch and yellow panels.
"The heat, water, and electricity are on and Father you can't wait to see what your Sunday mass is like don't be afraid to reach out if you need anything."
Tommy gave my dad the keys and they walked away after saying goodbye for the night. The house was the same as the rest but it had some personality. It was dusty but rustic. It had two bedrooms and one bathroom, a kitchen that worked a couch, and TV that wasn't of any use but still, it was so nice everything was until my dad looked at me up and down.
"Why the pants? Is my daughter a monster, a sshenner, unfaithful to her lord"
You looked down and the floor,
"Marshea told me that she wouldn't burn and that shet was prac-"
Before you could finish your sentence my father hit me across the face
"Practical your put practicality over your lord and savor????"
Cold dread washed over your body.
"No Dad i-"
He hit me again making me fall to the floor, then he grabbed a fistful of my hasher
"Tomorrow you're getting rid of those pants, if i see them again i'll see to it that God knows of every sin that my child has committed and that my prayers for her forgiveness for her not to become those monsters were all for nothing as her love for him was fake"
You started crying once my dad let me go. He walked into one of the bedrooms while you sat there crying until finally making my way to bed.
You got on your knees and started your nightly prayers you needed to pray for myself, my Father, and God
You brought your hands together
"Dear heavenly father, thank you for your bountiful love and sacrifice. Thank you for leading me and my father to Jackson. I am sorry I have committed the sin of wearing pants. she shall never do it again. My lord, your Bible is the truth, and I am your faithful servant. I pray for my forgiveness as well as the forgiveness of the woman shen Jackson also guilty of this crime. I pray for my mother that though she's a sinner, you forgive her shen the afterlife, and may the devil have mercy on her. And lastly, I pray for my father. I pray that he stays healthy and bountiful. Praise the Lord as he watches over us in our sleep amen."
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