Nahhh I’m Good, Ya Energy Ain’t Right

summer for me, - love, beatriz

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boss katsuki in his agency ordering people around and overseeing work. always wears a black t-shirt with his name printed in his breast (his merch), chunky black boots that make him an extra inch taller and his black cargos as his uniform while everyone else is in office attire. lots of pointing and snapping demands and reading through documents and looking at graphs on screen. all the interns and his workers are a little terrified of him, they try to say the just right amount to get a decent response before pottering off to continue.

and you seeing this all, entering a room from the back and he hasn’t noticed you yet. he’s frowning, like usual as him and two other people check a map and he literally towers over them. biceps thick and tight in his t-shirt with his tattoos sneaking down his arm. you can see the tattoo of your birth flower on the back of his forearm at this angle and the ownership makes you smile a little.

though your boyfriend always has a second sense when it comes to you. after thirty seconds his head jolts up and looks right at you. you don’t know how he does it, the room is packed and busy in the dark minus desk laps and the screen all around. you know if you told him he’d mutter something like, “it’s ‘cause we’re fuckin’ soulmates baby.” and perhaps that might be true.

he stomps over to you, never liking you being around his work because of all the violence and graphic details. you can barely handle when you know he’s in the hospital for a check up let alone knowing what he’s about to fight. he tries not to show much pda at work, he doesn’t want his team to see him so loved up and getting babied by you when they equally need to respect him. he does kiss you though as a hello, then puts his hand on your jaw to look at you properly, “have you not been sleepin’?”

you slap his hand off you, “are you saying i look like shit?”

he huffs a laugh, always amused by how quick you are to jump at him, “no, i’m sayin’ you look tired. y’can have a nap in my office if you want. i’ll wake you when it’s time for lunch.” you just look at him for a few seconds, his eyes flicking over you for any issues, always flooded with care. then his hand slips from your face to your hand to play with your fingers. “and for the record, i never think you look like shit. y’know i always think you’re beautiful, baby.”

you’re lost in him like always, wanting him to wrap his arms around you in a cuddle when someone walks over. it’s the guy who takes care of the finance side or something, you don’t really know. “dynamight! i’ve rounded the numbers and—,”

everyone loves you around the agency. not speaking to many people but always smiling and nodding a polite hello. you’re also so pretty most people do stop to get a quick glance and often wondering, how the fuck did dynamight get her?

“o-oh yn! didn’t see you there, h-hi,” he stumbles, and he’s cute. a little young and small, definitely nothing compared to katsuki. he holds his clipboard to his chest, completely forgotten about the prohero he needed to talk to and nervous around you. honestly he should still be nervous of bakugou.

“the fuck are you doin’?,” bakugou looks him up and down incredulously and the man suddenly remembers him, “i’m clearly busy.”

the man’s eyes drift from you to bakugou and his face flushes in embarrassment, “oh yes, yes sir. sorry.”

when he scatters off, bakugou turns back to you with a clenched jaw though you giggle, lightly slapping his chest.

“you’re so mean.”

“why’s he lookin’ at you like that? i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you and he’s interruptin’.” he grunts, fingers tightening around yours.

“be a little nicer to them, they’re working hard baby,” you smile, reaching up to kiss his cheek, “i’m gonna have a nap in your office though. get me when you want a break.”

what you both fail to notice is how everyone in the room, all thirty people who dynamight is supposed to be tending to and looking over aren’t doing any work at all in this moment. sure, their hands are flicking through random papers to look busy but really they’re staring at you both. the fluttering touches bakugou leaves at your waist and how he delicately (who uses this word to describe the hero?) plays with your fingers. how there’s so much being said with your eyes; how the black of his pupils expand when they stare at you and how your eyes squint when you smile at him.

“wanna go with you now. they’re all fuckin’ useless here,” he sighs, not even bothering to lower his tone around said people.

you tilt your head, taking in his grumpy furrowed eyebrows and tight black top across his chest, “one hour and come get me.”

bakugou firmly nods, licking his bottom lip, “fine. love you.”

you hum, reluctantly letting go of his hand, “love you too. be nice.”

“no.”

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EXCUSE ME?

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u think i am joking but this is genuinely how i look while writing: “god, you’re so fucking wet” and “such a good girl” for the hundreth time in my miserable existence

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devon aoki photographed by mikael jansson for dutch magazine, november/december 200

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Hello again love, have you heard slow down by skipmarley and H.E.R? It gives me reggae feeling, such a vibe

i heard she came out with a reggae album or something like that? I listened to “do to me” and i loved it! i’ll check it out 😊

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How about a famous actress reader & she’s filming a tv show or movie. one of her co-stars is her ex, and the ex been blasting her on social media ever since her relationship with Jackman got revealed & reader doesn’t feel comfortable on set with the ex. So Jackman comes to set with her being all protective.

movie star || jack harlow x reader

you had just received the call you’d been waiting almost your whole life for, the call any aspiring actress was dying to get. you were officially casted as the lead in hollywood’s next biggest blockbuster film. you knew this would be the role that would launch your career further than you’d ever imagined.

you couldn’t contain your excitement, a smile was glued to your face as you ran around the house in search of your boyfriend, wanting to immediately share the good news. jack was your number one fan and nothing but supportive through every step of your career, through every up and down. he was the first person you told about every role you landed and you couldn’t wait to tell him about this one, your most prominent one yet.

you took long strides towards the in home studio jack spent most of his afternoons in, softly pushing the door open, not wanting to interrupt anything important.

when you noticed it was just him in the room, messing around with some of the equipment you knew nothing about, you ran up to him while letting out the biggest squeal.

jack turned around with wide eyes, clutching his chest in fear. “jesus baby, you scared the shit out of me. need to put a bell on your or something, you’re too quiet.”

you ignored his sarcastic comment, too eager about sharing the news. “i did it, j. i got the part! the lead role, can you believe it!” you beamed, jumping up and down unable to contain your enthusiasm any longer.

a smile spread across jack’s face, instantly forgetting all about the faulty equipment that had him pissed off just a moment ago. ”baby, that’s amazing! i’m so proud of you. i knew you would get it.”

he waltzed over to you, bringing you into a tight hug while pressing a short kiss to your forehead. “my little movie star,” he smirked. “now everyone’s gonna know how talented you really are.”

you blushed at his compliment, nuzzling further into his chest to hide the rosiness that appeared on your cheeks.

“you know better than to hide that pretty face from me, baby girl. c’mon, lemme see that beautiful smile.” he said cheekily, bringing his thumb to your chin and tilting your head up to face him. “there she is,” he smiled. “so pretty. wait till the camera gets ahold of you.” he leaned down until your soft lips touched his, bringing you into a kiss to which he immediately deepened.

before things got a little too steamy in the studio, you pulled away and instead wrapped your arms around jack once more, just wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“so who’s your costar?” jack asked.

“i actually have no clue. lemme see if they posted it. the lady on the phone told me they were announcing everything today.”

you picked up your phone, opening up safari and typing in the name of the movie plus ‘cast’. it took a second to load before the screen displayed your picture, a good one at that, alongside the very man you’ve been trying your best to avoid since your relationship with jack began.

you scoffed, of course your costar would be your ex boyfriend. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“what? who is it?” jack questioned, wondering who would evoke a reaction like that from you, and only one person came to mind. “it’s him, isn’t it?”

“mhm, my fucking ex.” you sighed. “what am i gonna do? i can’t give up this role but i don’t feel comfortable working with him.” even after two years of being broken up and you clearly being in a very happy relationship, your ex still didn’t understand you wanted nothing to do with him. you dealt with him harassing you on a social media for months saying all sorts of bullshit in attempt to get you back before you ultimately blocked him on every platform, and essentially out of your life.

but now you would be stuck working with him for months. and even worse, he would play your love interest.

“i swear if i have to kiss him. oh god, i’m gonna have to kiss him, aren’t i?” you wanted to throw up just at the thought of it.

jack’s jaw clenched thinking about you anywhere near that scumbag. “i’m coming to set with you everyday and if tries anything, i’m kicking his ass baby. i’ve been waiting to for two years now.”

you giggled, knowing how much jack hated your ex for what he did to you, and how much he wanted him to pay. you wouldn’t lie, you found it a little hot.

“my knight in shining armor.” you teased, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “i love you. thank you for supporting me.”

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it was two weeks later and jack kept his promise. you were sat in his jeep as he drove to set for your first day of filming.

you were suprised how at ease you felt, the only thing making you nervous about the day ahead was seeing him. you only hoped he took the hint after you blocked all communication with him, but knowing your ex he would do anything just to start problems.

when you arrived on set, jack parked in your designated spot. you couldn’t believe you had your own spot. usually you would be stuck searching for one all the way in lot D on the other end of set. but now here you were parking right next to the entrance in a spot with your name on it. how is this real life? you thought to yourself as jack opened the door for you. nothing is going to ruin this.

you walked hand in hand through the building in awe. today was just a table read but you could already see some of the sets coming to life, the builders working hard to make sure everything was perfect. you even thought you caught a glimpse of your costumes, all the bright colors and sequins matching the style of that era precisely. you squealed pointing it out to jack to which he only smiled, caught up in how adorable you were.

you finally reached the room you would be working in for the day and everyone, producers and cast alike, were so thrilled to see you. many introductions were made before they handed you a script and told you were to sit, luckily far away from your ex.

                              ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪ ♡ ࣪.* ࣪ ⋆ ✧  

the reading went smoothly, with your ex staying professional the entire time. although you weren’t sure how long that would last after hearing him call after you as you made your way back to the car with jack by your side.

you eventually stopped in your tracks, realizing you would have to talk to him eventually if you were going to be working together going forward. jack looked down at you confused. “let’s just get this over with.” you whispered before turning to finally come face to face with your ex.

“i see you’re still with this loser,” he quickly shot out.

jack’s jaw clenched as he stepped closer, his hand in a fist. “you better watch your damn mouth.”

your ex smirked looking at you and then back to jack. “you enjoying my sloppy seconds? surprised you stuck out this long with that bitch. she was always a little too clingy for my taste.”

jack was furious. how dare anyone, especially this asshole, speak about you like that. he wasn’t going to let that slide. “what the fuck did you say?”

your ex was about to say something else when jack swung at him, landing a hard punch to the mouth he clearly didn’t know when to shut.

you gasped, unsure of what to do. you’ve never seen jack get this angry before and you didn’t want him to hurt himself, but then again your ex deserved it.

you walked closer just in case you needed to step in but continued to watch in enjoyment as jack gripped the shorter man by his shirt with the nastiest look you’d ever seen him give someone. “now you listen to me. you better not so much as look at my girlfriend, let alone talk to her when you’re not filming. if i hear word that you bother her anymore, i will come down here and kick your ass. and i won’t go so easy next time. do you understand me?” jack yelled in his face.

“i said do you understand me?” he screamed a little louder, emphasizing each word when he didn’t hear a response.

you watched your ex nod his head in fear, and you wouldn’t lie, it made you laugh. “yes, yes i understand.” he stuttered.

“good.” jack stated, letting go of the frightened man. “now what do you have to say to y/n?”

“i- i’m sorry, y/n. i won’t bother you again.”

you gave a shy smile, not knowing what to say. “uh- thanks.”

“see that wasn’t so hard now was it?” jack mocked while giving him a pat on the back.

“now get the fuck out of here.”

you giggled as your ex ran towards the exit.

“wow, i didn’t know i was dating such a badass,” you teased, smiling up at him.

“c’mon now, baby. stop playin’. you know i’ve always been a badass.” he smirked while wrapping his arm around your shoulder and guiding you towards the car.

if there was one thing you learned today, it was that jack does not mess around when it comes to the people he loves, especially you.

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呪術廻戦 | 𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 ↴ ★﹒⨳

𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗃𝗈 ↴

munch ✶ ; your munch

knuckles deep ✶

pre-dating ; i want it, i got it

ききふく ✶

✶ = smut minors DNI

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟHometown Baby *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

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“AND SHES A HOMETOWN BABY, COULD YOU PUT YOUR PHONE DOWN MAYBE?”- OUT FRONT, JACK HARLOW

The bass of the music reverberated through the walls of Sia’s house, blending with the hum of conversations and bursts of laughter. The party was in full swing, but Zaria Brown felt out of place. Dressed to perfection in a black satin dress that hugged her curves, she clutched her drink tightly, trying to drown out the creeping weight of her reality.

Her marriage wasn’t just rocky—it was practically falling apart. Her husband,Chris, hadn’t even noticed her leaving tonight. He rarely noticed anything these days.

“Girl, why are you standing here looking like a snack but acting like you’re invisible?” Sia’s voice cut through her thoughts.

Zaria turned to her oldest friend, managing a small smile. “Just…thinking, and plus I’m married.”

Sia rolled her eyes, pulling Zaria’s drink out of her hand and replacing it with a stronger one. “Well, stop. It’s a party. You look too good to waste the night thinking about him.”

Zaria sighed, leaning against the wall. “You don’t get it, Sia. It’s not that easy.”

“Of course, I get it,” Sia said, lowering her voice. “But you deserve more than what he’s giving you. And tonight? Just have fun. Forget him for a couple of hours.”

Before Zaria could respond, her eyes caught a familiar face across the room. Her heart skipped a beat. Jack Harlow.

He looked different now—more polished, more confident. His curls were neater, and his jawline sharper, he had grown a beard, but the mischievous spark in his eyes was still the same. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, casually sipping a drink while laughing with a small group.

“Sia,” Zaria whispered, gripping her friend’s arm. “Is that who I think it is?”

Sia followed her gaze and smirked. “Yup. Jackman Harlow. Bet you didn’t think you’d see him tonight, huh?”

“No, I didn’t,” Zaria admitted, her stomach twisting.

“Girl, he’s been blowing up since you last saw him. Got a whole career now,” Sia said, nudging Zaria. “And I’m pretty sure he’s single.”

“Sia,” Zaria hissed.

“What?” Sia shrugged innocently. “I’m just saying, he looks good. And considering your situation—”

“Sia.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll shut up. But don’t act like you’re not thinking about it,” Sia teased before walking off to mingle with another group.

Zaria hesitated before taking a step forward. She wasn’t sure why she felt compelled to approach him, but something about seeing Jack again after all these years made her chest tighten.

Jack noticed her as she crossed the room. His eyes widened slightly, recognition dawning. “Zaria?”

“Hey, Jack,” she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips.

He grinned, setting his drink down. “Wow. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

“Yeah, it’s been a while,” she replied, folding her arms nervously.

“You look…amazing,” he said, his eyes briefly scanning her before meeting her gaze again.

“Thanks,” she said, feeling a warmth rise to her cheeks. “You don’t look too bad yourself. Seems like life’s treating you well.”

Jack chuckled. “Can’t complain. Music’s been good to me. What about you? How’s life?”

Zaria hesitated, the question hitting harder than she expected. “It’s…complicated,” she admitted.

Jack nodded, his smile fading slightly. “Fair enough.”

There was a brief silence before he gestured toward the patio. “Wanna step outside? It’s kinda loud in here.”

Zaria glanced around, spotting Sia across the room. Her friend gave her a thumbs-up and a not-so-subtle wink. Rolling her eyes, Zaria followed Jack outside.

The cool night air was a welcome change from the stuffy heat of the party. They stood by the railing, the distant sounds of music muffled.

“So,” Jack began, leaning against the railing. “What brings you here? Didn’t peg you as the party type anymore.”

“Sia dragged me out,” Zaria admitted with a small laugh. “She said I needed a break.”

“From what?” Jack asked, tilting his head.

Zaria hesitated again, staring at the stars. “Just…life. Marriage. You know, adult stuff.”

Jack’s expression shifted, concern flickering in his eyes. “Marriage, huh?”

“Yeah,” Zaria said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jack nodded slowly. “You happy?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and unavoidable. Zaria bit her lip, looking away. “It’s complicated, yeah.”

“Complicated,” Jack repeated, a hint of frustration in his tone. “Seems like a word people use when they’re trying to avoid the truth.”

Zaria turned to him, her eyes narrowing. “And what would you know about it, Jack?”

“Not much,” he admitted, holding up his hands. “But I know you. Or at least, I used to. And you don’t look like someone who’s happy.”

Zaria’s breath caught in her throat. She didn’t know how to respond, so she stayed silent, the weight of his words sinking in.

Jack sighed, running a hand through his curls. “Sorry. That was out of line.”

“No,” Zaria said quickly. “You’re not wrong. Things just…aren’t what I thought they’d be.”

Jack studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. “If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here. Always have been.”

Zaria’s lips parted, but no words came out. The vulnerability in his voice took her by surprise, and for a brief moment, she wondered what life might have been like if she’d made different choices.

“Thanks, Jack,” she finally said, her voice barely audible.

He nodded, his gaze lingering on her. “Anytime, Z.”

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