Explain This One, Liberals

funniest thing about any scooby doo remake is when they make fred a mean jock when in reality he’s a mom friend

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he brushes his knuckles against your cheek, smiling ruefully. “i’m not a good man.”

you sniffle, holding onto his wrist. “you’re good to me—that’s all that matters.”

★﹒₊‧concert

<a/n: wth is this? there's no plot, no anything really, i'm just trying to dumb my sero brain rot>

concerts were your favorite thing. the dark room with the occasional flash of light over you, it was freeing. freeing from the work and stress of real life.the strobe lights were almost blinding. i mean hell, you were still dancing to your heart content in the pit of your favorite bands concert. bands from the west rarely come to japan so when these guys announce their would tour that actually included the world, it was a no brainer. you went with your close friend jiro from the hero course and her two friends, denki and sero, which you haven't really met before. you've interacted with denki a few times in passing but never sero. you've seen him around though. him and his broad shoulders, tall, lean stature and whatever new girl was attached to him that month. it kind of baffled you, he didn't look like a player or have the douche personality of one. he was down to earth, kind hearted, goofy, and had a pretty solid taste in music. he's eyes were your favorite though. you've never met someone with such pretty golden eyes. intoxicating and comforting. like a really good cup of coco on a cold ass day. you know it may not be the best for you, but it's so good, and you're so cold, you can't help but take another sip. you don't notice you're staring at him until he turns and meets your gaze. good lord. how long have you looking at him? how long did he know you were looking at him? his lips morph into one of his signature smirks and you notice his eyes flickering from yellow to green from the blue light that paints over his face every now and again. sero looks back up at the stage as the song before transitions into a slower more sensual one. he swiftly moves behind you to wrap his arms loosely around your middle, chin nestling in the crook of your neck as he sways the two of you to the song.

How to tag this

pretty baby (e-42 miles x black! fem!reader)

— car rides with miles nvr fail to make u queazy

— ⚠️: light cursing, slightly suggestive, slight angst, kinda sensitive reader

"you are unbelievable, y'know that?"

sitting in the car scrunched up with your legs close to your chest, you turned your whole body away from the driver's seat, trying to avoid any and all contact with the driver. after what happened today, you didn't think you could ever face miles again, too embarrassed to talk to him the entire car ride.

"it wasn't even that big a deal baby, i'm sure nobody even cared like that," he chuckled. he thought it was childish how such small moments could affect your mood for such wildly long periods of time.

"I sucked the syrup off your fingers miles, in front of all your friends. i'm humiliated!" you cried, putting your hands over your face and bending down into your lap; anything to avoid eye contact with him.

looking back at the road with a smirk on his face, he said, "if it makes you feel better, I didn't mind it..-"

"MILES!" you whined as you snapped your head in his direction. "how could you say that to me right now?!"

"oh– ok i'm sorry baby, but that doesn't mean you have to act like this-!"

you rolled your head back as you groaned and covered your face with your hands again; he didn't get it. the way you were perceived was extremely important to you, especially in front of people who you deemed important. you didn't want your boyfriends' friends to perceive you as some sort of sex fiend.

"just drive miles. you don't get it."

furrowing his eyebrows, he turned the block and pulled into a mcdonalds parking lot near your house. "then make me understand, hm? why are you letting this stupid shit affect you?"

"oh my god miles just take me home, please I don't wanna talk about it–"

"no, see 'cause now you have my attention, what's the matter?" if there was one thing you knew about miles, it's that he won't let shit go, especially when it comes to you.

"miles, i swear to god if you don't drive me home i'm gonna get out this car and walk," you threatened. you could feel tears begin to form in your eyes and the burning feeling you get in your gut when you're about to cry. miles noticed your chest rising and falling, a telling sign you were about to cry; this only pushed him further.

"you not goin' nowhere. not until you talk to me, so here's what we gon' do; we will sit in this car and we won't move until you start talking," he said as brought his hand up to your face, wiping the tear that escaped your waterline before it could drip and ruin your makeup.

your face scrunched up at the small gesture and you pressed your lips in a tight line. suddenly the burning feeling burned even hotter, and the saliva in your mouth began to increase. more tears slipped from your eyes. in a soft yet pleading voice, you asked, "please, can I just go home?"

he furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at your state and it was then he could tell this was a real problem. "ay baby.. eres mi vida. talk to me," he cupped your face with both of his hands as they caught the tears falling. with your face smushed in his hands, he leaned in to give you a smooch, not caring if your lipgloss got all over him– he just wanted to see you smile for him.

"I don't want them to think badly of me miles.. they all looked at me funny and were cheering when I did it. I humiliated myself in front of them," you spilled, not wanting to keep it in anymore. and to be honest, it felt weird crying in your boyfriends' hands and not into your pillow alone in your room.

putting his forehead to yours, he said, "hey, look at me; you don't always have to worry about impressing everybody. everybody don't matter, you understand me? only me and you, ok? ion' wanna see you crying over some pinche pendejos who don't got they own girls and haven't matured since middle school."

you giggled softly as you sniffled your nose.

"there's that pretty smile," he mumbled as he gave a kiss to the top of your head.

"my pretty girl…”

you could feel your face get warmer after what he said, the indication, that big yet subtle word “my” sticking out to you like a sore thumb.

“what, you like that? like when I call you that mi vida?” you knew he would never let you live this down, and this would be one of your many nicknames he would use on you to get you flustered to his own advantage.

“shut up—”

“what, you don’t wanna be my pretty girl?” he inquired whilst leaning back to look at you, feigning disappointment.

“of course I do miles-”

“then lemme hear you say it chiquita— c’mon I wanna hear you say it,” he said sounding very suave. you grew weak in the knees whenever miles deepened his voice while speaking to you, and he definitely used this to his advantage. thank goodness you we’re sitting down because lord knows if you were standing, you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself together without bending over backwards for him.

your eyes wandered to anywhere else in the car, not wanting to see the look on miles face when you said what you were about to say, “i’m your pretty girl.”

“yeah, I know that’s right.”

– i wanna be his pretty girl so bad lol

Ahhhhhhh😆😆😆😆😆

'but daddy i love him' and it's sukuna

hanamaki takahiro is actually so sexy and alluring to me ...i am betwitched by his unemployed loserboy ways...

ooh what about Online relationship + Yamaguchi? (if it's still open that is)

— choose a moodboard + a character! <3