#I HATE THE WAY UR ALWAYS RIGHT I HATE IT WHEN U LIE I HATE IT WHEN U MAKE ME LAUGH. EVEN WORSE WHEN U MAKE ME CRY.

[oceanwithouthermoon]

kubosai but its ten things i hate about you patrick and kat.

#'saiki can read minds so that couldnt happen-' SHUSH AND USE UR IMAGINATION FOR A SEC #I HATE THE WAY U TALK TO ME AND THE WAY U CUT UR HAIR I HATE THE WAY U DRIVE MY CAR I HATE IT WHEN U STARE #I HATE UR BIG DUMB COMBAT BOOTS AND THE WAY U READ MY MIND I HATE U SO MUCH IT MAKES ME SICK IT EVEN MAKES ME RHYME #I HATE THE WAY UR ALWAYS RIGHT I HATE IT WHEN U LIE I HATE IT WHEN U MAKE ME LAUGH. EVEN WORSE WHEN U MAKE ME CRY. #I HATE IT WHEN UR NOT AROUND AND THE FACT THAT U DIDNT CALL. #BUT MOSTLY I HATE THE WAY I DONT HATE U NOT EVEN CLOSE NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT NOT EVEN AT ALL. #just saying #ʕʘ‿ʘʔ #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki kusuo #kuboyasu aren #kubosai #meows post

[strgrlxox]

𓆞 something beautiful 🐚

🌊  ↺ okay it's been a whileee holy shit also i half-assed the proof-reading so if u see any mistakes...no u don't (be gentle w me, okay??) 😭:/ ❞¸

+ ¸ ❞ ellie's looking mighty edible in that picture also 🤤 ↺ 🌊

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🌊 || SUMMARY :: your first time w ellie

🌊 || CONTAINS :: horny!reader lmao. take a hit every time i say the word "need" and ur lungs might explode. oral (r). fingering (e). unrealistic couch sex lmao.

🌊 || WORD COUNT :: 2.3k

she was absolutely lethal. perfect and methodical and addicting and lethal. all day, your mind raced with a million and one thoughts, all of which led back to ellie. always ellie. you needed her, desperately, and it killed you.

the relationship was fairly new, the two of you have never gone farther than a few heated kisses that only left you panting and starved. you were pretty good at maintaining your composure for the most part...but not today. not with the dream you had about her last night.

ellie had invited you over to hers, and even though something in your face seemed hesitant, you were quick to agree which she was overjoyed about. she had missed you and was excited to see you again.

even though you tried your best to mask it, ellie could still tell something was bugging you as soon as you stepped through the door. she could hear it in the way the door slammed shut, she could feel it when you threw your keys on the table near the entrance. you were ravenous, the desire to feel her growing much too persistent to ignore. you could only hope that maybe you'd get lucky, that she'd notice and take care of you.

unfortunately for you, ellie mistook your need for anger. she just assumed you had a bad day at work.

"are you okay?" she speaks gently, so softly it breaks you. you mumble a reply under your breath, not trusting your voice to conceal how you truly feel. your plan was to let the feeling fester until it (eventually) simmered down. 

ellie, however, didn’t seem to agree with your unspoken “plan”. she had never seen you this dismayed. tired? of course. annoyed? sure. but whatever happened today left you in a state she couldn't quite pinpoint. she contemplates pushing until you tell her the root of the problem but decides against it, figuring you'll tell her when you're ready.

you sit next to her on the couch, doing your best to participate in conversation like you normally would...but fuck does she make it hard. why did she have to look so good? 

she felt your stare. "what are you thinking about?" she asks in a sing song-y voice.

you, always you. you fought hard to shake the thoughts away, hating that her voice was silk and unknowingly seductive. 

"babe?"

she's speaking but you can barely hear her over your thoughts.

"babe?" she calls out harsher to garner your attention. it reminds you of how it feels when she plays rough with you. pinning you down, straddling you. what always started as something silly quickly turned into a heated kiss after your laughs died down. 

but there were gentler times also––––much more tranquil and dreamlike. like when she'd ask you to be still so she could craft your beauty onto a blank page or a bare canvas––––sometimes, she told you to pose so she could snap pictures of you on her camera or on her phone when she felt particularly sappy. she liked to look at them when she missed you but she'd never admit that to you.

"are you feeling okay?" the concern in her voice almost makes you laugh.

you hum. 

"yeah, ellie. i feel fine." it's a lie, purely for survival. her eyes squint and she looks at you like she can see right through you, you really wish she could. 

"i know when you're lying."

she waits for a response but you don't give one.

"just tell me what's wrong so i can fix it." she almost whines. you like the way it sounds, it only fuels your need. "let me help."

you shut your eyes and her hands cup your cheeks, the warmth of her palms spreading over your skin. you can hear it when she starts to speak again, words as gentle as her hands, but you cut her off.

"just kiss me, ellie." she seems caught off guard by the sudden request and hesitates. so with the sweetest voice you can muster, you whisper a soft. "please."

ellie groaned at the plea. the sound is primal and desperate. she could never deny you. not when you sounded so wanting––––so beautiful, so good. her hand rests on the back of your neck, pulling you into her as she leans in. you follow her mouth like it's magnetic. the kiss is passionate and intense, and you melt into her. you love the way she could always kiss you and make you forget everything––––how to stand and how to breathe. sometimes, when ellie would kiss you, you’d forget about all the air in the world except for what was in her lungs. you let your hands dance in her hair as you smile into her mouth, letting her taste you.

"i need you ellie." you pant against her open mouth and she listens to your every word with rapt attention. "i need you so bad."

she looks at you like you've answered her every prayer. swallowing deeply, breath fanning softly over your face. "are you sure?"

you groan, pulling her mouth to yours again just to taste her before pulling away.

"yeah, okay." she consumed your mouth again––––sucking your tongue into hers, pulling you as close to her as she possibly could. you straddle her lap, and you can feel the sharp intake of breath she takes when you let your kisses trail down her neck. 

you whine against her skin before pulling back and tilting your head, giving her your neck to taste. her hands feeling all over your skin like she couldn't touch you everywhere at once. her palms are a comfort as they rub soothing circles on your hips. she can sense your overwhelming exhilaration and she's trying to calm you. 

"tell me..." her breaths are heavy and her voice is filled with lust. "what you want or you get nothing."

you whimper, grinding your hips against hers once––––desperate for some kind of friction. "want you."

she smiles. "you already have me, baby––––you know that. try harder."

the whine that leaves your mouth is pathetic.

"i want you to fuck me. i wanna be embarrassed tomorrow because all i can think about is what you did to me and how much i loved it." you moan in her ear, it's thin and needy.

she inhales quickly, a slow shudder trailing over her body. "lay back for me, babe."

the groan in her voice is enough to catch your attention and compel you to obey her command. you let your body rest against the couch. 

she is gentle. removing your shirt slowly and kissing softly on your exposed skin. leaving some marks as she trails down your body, lifting your skirt up over your hips. "can i taste you, baby?" 

you hum at her, nodding eagerly. she chuckles up at you, placing a few chaste kisses on your left thigh before doing the same to your right. she moves your panties to one side, and you can't help but shiver at her heavy breaths against your core.

"fuck, baby," she's panting, lips agape as she lets her finger run over your entrance. "you're so wet, already..."

her gaze meets yours and though you want to, you can't bring yourself to look away. you look in her eyes and you can see the change. the moment when her want turned into need. when her craving for you grew past the point of return. "how long have you wanted this?"

you whimper, finally willing yourself to break away from her stare. "so fucking long."

she laughs again, shaking her head and then placing a little kiss on your clit that has your hips jolting. "you could've just asked, babe," 

she flattened her tongue, licking from your entrance to just below your clit before moving back down.

"i'll know––––" your voice gets caught on a moan when she lets the tip of her tongue flick across you. "fuck, i'll know for next time."

she hums into you, the vibrations make your eyes water. you shut your eyes, your chest heaving. because as good as you imagined sex with ellie would be, your imagination was nothing compared to the real thing. the way she holds your legs open so that she can devour you properly. how she sucks and licks and lets her fingers fuck into you. and when she looks up at you so that she can see all the pretty faces you make and you can see how fucking pussy drunk she looks. she moans into you, humping into the couch because the taste of you turns her on so much it aches.

you squirm when she sucks at your clit, hard then soft, but she maintains a strong grip on your thighs, keeping you firmly pressed into her mouth. she got a taste of you and she was fucking reeling, she wasn't gonna let you run.

"fuck, ellie." you whine again, your hand flying to her hair. "it feels so good, i'm so fucking close." 

she flattens her tongue again before pulling away and letting her face rest on your thigh. you go to object but it turns into another moan when she starts to finger-fuck you harder. "yeah? i can feel you squeezing me."

you would've been embarrassed if it didn't feel so good. 

"it's like you're trying to trap me inside you." she coos, her free hand still holding your thigh. "it's okay, i got you. let it all out for me."

and then her mouth is on you again, she's taking everything you have to give and begging you for more. all the tenderness in movements has vanished, it's quickly replaced with pure desperation. she's desperate to make you cum, to feel you tremble around her fingers, to taste the glories of your rapture. she needs it, maybe as much as you do. her fingers speed up and her tongue becomes more erratic. just sucking and licking like a woman gone mad until all you can do is slump in her hold and watch as she consumes you. 

she's practically growling into your core, it says 'take it, take it, take it' and you comply. you take what she's giving you until it's all you can feel. until all the noises go away, you're whole body clenches, and you cum all over her face. 

she licks it up greedily and you whine, trying to push her away. 

"be still. this is what you wanted, isn't it?" it's the most forceful she's ever spoken to you but you don't think twice about whimpering in surrender. "you've made such a mess...someone has to clean you up, hm?"

so she does–––––licking you up, moaning into you until you're crying from the overstimulation and she takes pity on you.

"okay, sweet girl." she coos when she sits up and you're still trembling. "you did so good for me, taste so sweet."

you laugh weakly, reaching for her so that she can kiss you. she smiles into your lips. "your turn now."

she laughs, shaking her head. but you can look in her eyes and tell it takes everything in her to deny your request. "you don't gotta worry about me."

you pout tiredly letting your hands meet her waist so that you can unbutton her jeans. she breathes heavily into your mouth, while you tug the denim down her legs––––she helps you, shimming out of her pants. ellie climbs so that she's hovering over your lap. you shoved your hands into her boxers, face softening when she whimpers. your fingers rubbed soft circles over her already soaking clit. "are you sure you don't want me to help you?"

she's looking at you with pleading eyes, practically drooling over you.

"want your fingers, baby." she kisses you again, and you bite her lip. "wanna feel you inside me, please."

you're high off the contrast, how easily she could go from so demanding to begging for you. she kisses you again while you slide one finger inside her aching cunt, then one more. you give her your neck to grip while you make contact with her. you bite your lip at her look of embarrassment because of how easily your fingers slid in.

"holy shit," she moans out, louder than she probably meant to but your fingers are curled inside her just right and it feels so perfect. "fuck, baby, you feel so good."

you hum, picking up the pace and relishing in all the pretty sounds she makes, all the moans and gentle breaths of your name. 

"you're so pretty, ellie." 

"thank––thank you." she half laughs and half whimpers. "you're pretty too"

you smile up at her, picking up your pace a little. you curl your fingers into her and her lips mold into an 'o' shape as a long moan leaves her agape mouth.

"right there, baby?" you hum, observing the way her legs are already trembling. 

"right," she hitches, her vision blacking out for a second. "there."

her mouth meets yours again so that you can taste her ecstasy. the closer she gets the slower her kisses grow until she's moaning against your lips and her legs are shaking through her orgasm. you rode it out for her before taking your fingers out of her trembling cunt. you couldn’t stop yourself from tasting the mess she made, moaning around your fingers as her flavor melted on your tongue. “mmm, tastes so good."

for a while, you just sit there, basking in your leisure and the warmth of her body heat. she reaches over to the coffee table, grabbing her sketchbook and pen. 

she leans back so that her back is pressed against the armrest of the couch, gesturing for you to lean into her. you cuddle into her side, watching her silently as she starts sketching. she doesn't speak and you don't either. you simply watch her while she makes something beautiful.

#ꗃ%ellie bellieˑ༄ #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams x you #ellie williams smut #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams fluff #ꗃ%jos library⤷✰

[sanjisboyfie]

one piece smau: dating sabo edition

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[name]sblondie: this is exactly why im always late to work

tagged: sabosbf and d.dragon

sabosbf: DONT TAG YOUR BOSS????? HES GONNA FUCKING KILL ME??????

-> kokoala: LMFAOAOOA

-> sabosbf: i'm fuckin scared what is going on koala

d.dragon: This is hardly an acceptable reason to be late to work, Sabo.

-> [name]sblondie: boohoo just say youre sad and single

-> divaiva: SABO you're so dead.

freeluffy: cuddling is worth it

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-> kokoeala: just heard dragon-san gasp in his office hold on u might be saved

-> [name]sblondie: thankgodthankgodthankgod

-> freeluffy: huh?

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sabosbf: he's urethral guys idk

tagged: [name]sblondie

[name]sblondie: i think you're urethral too baby

-> sabosbf: i love u i knew u would get my humor

-> [name]sblondie: of course i would my love <333

portgasace: no fucking way u two are real

dni_nami: something is telling me theres something wrong with the caption, but lemme not

-> sabosbf: what's wrong with it :0?

-> dni_nami: ....

divaiva: u two are the cutest (please change that caption, i'm telling you this out of the kindess of my heart)

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-> [name]sblondie: my boyfriends caption is perfectly fine

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portgasace: barfed in my mouth i hate them

tagged: [name]sblondie and sabosbf

[name]sblondie: be nice to ur brother in law damn

-> freeluffy: [NAME] IS OUR BROTHER IN LAW NOW !?!?!?!?

-> [name]sblondie: future* brother in law my bad

-> freeluffy: booooo :(

sabosbf: yeah i hate u too ace, the only rzn u ever go out w us is so u can leech off our wallets

-> portgasace: thats a fuckign lie asshole

-> sabosbf: BROKE ASS

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boahancock: luffy's brother and luffy's brothers boyfriend are so cute <3

-> [name]sblondie: damn she don't even know our names

-> portgasace: professional luffy dickrider (for some rzn)

kokoala: my favorite gays <3333

-> [name]sblondie: ?????

-> sabosbf: thank u koala ;)

-> [name]sblondie: ???????

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[name]sblondie: guys do u think he loves spiderman more than me

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sabosbf: if peter parker hit my line, im sorry

-> [name]sblondie: ????????

sabosbf: his theme song is my ringtone for u so i guess it connects?

-> [name]sblondie: YOU GUESS???

-> sabosbf: that just means ur my spiderman baby >///<

-> [name]sblondie: DONT TRY TWISTING THIS IN A COMPLIMENTARY WAY U JUS CONFIRMED THAT IM UR SECOND CHOICE

kokoala: spiderman >>>> any other man

-> sabosbf: u get me koala ughhh

portgasace: good taste [name], gooooddd tasteee

-> sabosbf: hehe

-> [name]sblondie: WHAT THE FUCK????????? STOP FLIRTING WITH OTHER MEN RIGHT NOW???

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sabosbf: got jumpscared by this pic in my cameraroll pls someone buy this guy brown contacts

tagged: [name]sblondie

[name]sblondie: me looking at u when u wake up 🧿🧿

-> sabosbf: its ok babe jus please maybe think about blinking a little bit longer

kokoala: cannot hold a conversation with him without feeling like hes thinking about murdering me

-> portgasace: what i said

divaiva: nooo you'd ruin his natural beauty :<

-> [name]sblondie: thank u iva <3

-> [name]sblondie: YOU JUST VENMOED ME 40 BUCKS WITH THE MSG "listen to [name]" ???

-> sabosbf: LMFOAOA babe don't actually buy contacts i love ur eyes theyre pretty :3

d.dragon: They are quite terrifying.

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[name]sblondie: boyfriend appreciation post because even though hes got a weird sense of humor, hes still mine (...i guess)

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sabosbf: HEHEHE he loves meeeeee

sabosbf: ok why that ugly ass photo of me as the second one what the hell is wrong w u u just hate me

sabosbf: I LOVE U SABO, LOVE UUU

-> [name]sblondie: love u too handosme (...i guess)

-> sabosbf: STOP WITH THE I GUESS i'd choose u over peter parker anyday baby pleaseee

portgasace: not [name] picking up on me and luffy's appetite too

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-> freeluffy: bigger appetite is the best appetite !

sabosbf's story

RESTRAIN ME??? MY SEXY BOYFRIEDN IN MENSWEAR HOLY SHIT IM CREAMINNNNGGGG

[name]sblondie replied to your story: u shouldve told me sooner, i'll wear them more often now just for u babe ;)

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[rafesapologist]

the set up — rafe cameron; part nine

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you've been one of the pogues since childhood, and your loyalty has always lied within your friend group, who is practically your family. when a threat by the name of rafe cameron begins to threaten the pogue's plans, they assign you to gain the trust of the dubious kook and keep an eye on what he's up to. however, now it's been six months since your friends set you up to spy on the kook prince himself, but what you didn't anticipate was to fall head over heels for the boy. your relationship had soon become inviolable shortly after your guys' first exchanges, much to your friends' dismay, and you two became practically inseperable. that was, until rafe discovers the truth.

warnings: swearing, some angst

author's note: hi my loves. so terribly sorry for the extensive wait it took for this chapter to be released, between school starting and things going on in my personal life taking an abundance of my time, it has been difficult to sit down and make the time to write. with each chapter, i always want to curate a piece that you all will enjoy n i never want to give you guys something half-assed. anywho, i have seen and read all ur comments about updating this series i promise, ur requests have not been ignored! thank u for being patient <3

The car ride to the chateau was quiet and tense. Your eyes stayed glued to the window, rather than looking at Rafe, who you instinctively knew was pondering a thousand reasons as to why you had a sudden shift in your demeanor. At some point, he had placed a gentle hand onto the top of your thigh, but much to his dismay, you shifted your legs towards the passenger door. His brows furrowed at your reaction, confused as to why you were rejecting his touch as though you weren't just begging for it merely an hour ago.

You hated being so callous towards him, especially without giving him an explanation as to why you were exactly, but you knew it was for the best. Your loyalty still belonged to the Pogues.

"We're here." Rafe blurted out rather dryly as the car came to a halt. With the lack of sound from the tires moving or the engine running, the atmosphere became even more unpleasant than it was prior. Your eyes shifted from the window to your lap while you fiddled with your thumbs in an attempt to form a sentence before parting ways with the boy sitting next to you, who happened to be surveying your every movement, unable to come to a conclusion about what was happening in your mind.

"Hey, I'm sorry if what we did made you uncomfortable or was too much. I don't want to overstep your boundaries or anything." He coughed, scratching the back of his head as a subtle display of his nerves taking over.

"No, it's okay," you shook your head, eyes staying locked onto your hands, "It's not that I promise. I just - Forgot I had something to do tonight and it hit me last minute." The little white lie you chose to go with was minor and meaningless, yet you felt an immense guilt at the pit of your stomach for the deception you were fronting right before Rafe's solemn face.

"Oh," Rafe sighed as he nodded, "okay yeah, that's alright. Well in that case, I guess I'll see you later. Maybe we can go out sometime this week." He flashed you a weak smile, with partial intent to try and ease the tension in the air, and another to try and convince himself that things between you two were okay and that you weren't pushing him away all of the sudden.

"Yeah, maybe so, Cameron." You replied with a forced smile that went unnoticed by Rafe, nodding quickly as you hoped to brush his comment under the rug for the time being. "Thanks for driving me, by the way. I appreciate it." You thanked him, a conciliatory approach to your final goodbye in hopes that it would clear Rafe's wondering mind of any doubt between the two of you.

"Of course."

You pushed aside your incentive for a short second as you leaned across the seat, placing a gentle kiss onto the blond's cheek, a small residue of your strawberry chapstick temporarily tattooed onto his skin. He soaked up every bit of it.

"See you later, Rafe." You breathed quietly against the side of his face as you backed away, taking in one last glance of the stunned boy as his eyes fluttered back open, just before hopping on out the car and trailing up the steps of the chateau. You made sure to turn around and wave to Rafe one last time before entering, a signal to assure him that you were safe and that he could finally drive off.

"Y/n? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with-" You cut Kiara's prying short as you were in desperate need to relay your newfound information amongst your friends.

"Rafe and Ward are shipping out the gold tonight, like literally within the next thirty minutes." You blurted out frantically.

"Wait, what? Are you sure?" John B questioned, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Pretty damn sure, considering he just told me about it. That's why I came here as soon as I found out," You stated in urgency, "we don't have much time before it happens. He's heading to meet his dad right now."

"We gotta go." Pope interjected immediately, an unfamiliar sterness in his tone.

"And do what, Pope? How are we supposed to stop them with no plan ahead of time? Kiara asked, raising an appropriate question to the matter. The news came so last minute that none of you really had time to digest what was happening, let alone come up with an elaborate plan to stop something that had been in the works for weeks prior.

"We'll find a way. We always do." JJ spoke up as he rose confidently from the couch, which in turn earned an eye roll from you at his gesture and stupidity.

"Don't be naive, JJ. We can't just magically stop Rafe and Ward, especially since you know they probably have backup here to keep anyone from getting in their way." You spat back in annoyance while the grudge you held against JJ from the day before lingered in the forefront of your mind, causing everyone to look between you and JJ in confusion.

"Right.." Kiara interjected, attempting to cut the tension that was heating up in the room amongst two of her closest friends, "Well, if none of us have any solutions then what can we do." She huffed, her face ridden with apprehension.

"Actually, I might have an idea." You heard the voice of Sarah Cameron join in on the conversation, eliciting everyone in the room to turn their heads in the direction of the blonde Pogue.

"It might be a longshot, but, why don't we just distract Rafe and Ward, and the rest of us go in during the meantime and get the gold before they realize?"

"Who would be doing the distracting?" Pope Inquired with his arms crossed, hesitation at the forefront of his demeanor, yet there was still a hint of agreeance that became evident by his curiosity.

"Well, y/n can call up Rafe, pretend there's an emergency or something. While she's doing that I'll go meet up with my dad, then you guys can go in and do what you need to do. We can at least hold them off for a bit, it should give you guys enough time." Sarah proposed the calculated scheme. It wasn't a bad one, far from it actually, but part of you hated it at the same time. You weren't too fond of the idea of lying to Rafe for the second time in a row, all within a 24 hour time span. It made you feel peccant and iniquitous, which went against everything you stood for morally, but you had to look at the bigger picture and push aside your guilt for the moment. This wasn't about you, it was about doing what's right for your friends and defending them. After all, you were their biggest hope.

"Alright, I'll do it. But I can't promise I can hold him off for long, he seemed pretty eager to get there to meet Ward." You heaved.

"That's okay, we should only need a few minutes." Pope nodded, a smile peaking through at the corners of his mouth, his eyes glimmering with a newfound sense of hope in them.

"Thank you, y/n. We couldn't do this without you." You were taken by surprise with the embrace of your sanguine confidant, who held onto you like you had just given him the world. Your body relaxed in his arms as you hugged him back, giving him the assurance that you were going to do your best to help him in whatever way you possibly could.

"I should probably call Rafe then, I don't want to waste anymore time than we've already lost." You stated, pulling back from your friend. Pope responded with a head nod as he gestured you away.

You flashed your friends a small, insincere smile as you walked off into one of the bedroom of the chateau. Your heart raced at what you were about to do, worrying that if Rafe senses any ounce of deception it'll all blow up in your face, or worse, he'll lose all trust in you.

You took in one last deep breath as you unlocked your phone and went straight to your contacts, scrolling until you found Rafe's name. Your finger hovered shakily over the 'call' button as you stared at it for a few seconds, wondering what you were even going to say to him. Your eyes wandered around the room as you tried to ground yourself for a moment, bracing for whatever was to come for you and your friends. You didn't want to do this, but what other choice did you have? This wasn't about you, this wasn't about what your feelings or what you felt was right or wrong. It was about the people you cared about the most, and in that moment, they needed you greatly.

You allowed yourself to fall back into the mattress, letting your body sink deeper into the foam as you gazed at the ceiling in deep thought. You could hear the sound of the front door opening and closing in the living room, alerting you that your friends had left, leaving you to do your part of the deal.

"Y/n? Is everything okay? I thought you'd be asleep by now."

"I'm not okay right now, Rafe. I need you."

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[quizzicalwriter]

Hey I love ur work sm! Could u do a Dallas x reader smut where they meet up at a motel and Dally isn’t around a lot so he is apologizing for lost time?

Free Bird

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: Oh how sweet reunions can be.

Warnings: Smut. MDNI. Angst and comfort, just a bit. Fingering, dirty talkin’.

A/N: Thanks for the request!

Word Count: 3.2k

One hour. That’s all the time it took to reach the familiar seedy motel that you’d grown accustomed to during the month-long stretches Dallas found himself indebted to the rodeo for. You’d been there often enough for the woman at the front counter to know you by name, a look of pity in her green eyes that you hated more than the reeking odor of cigarette smoke that lingered everywhere you went.

He’d call you, your house, your work, anywhere; until he finally got a hold of you, and then he’d let you know he had a week off. You knew where to meet him, just where you currently found yourself. You set down your travel bag, sighing to yourself as you fell backward onto the bed, staring up at the cracked ceiling. You didn’t know when Dallas would be back, you only knew that he would. Sometimes it’d take hours after that phone call for you to finally see him, but once you did he was all yours for the week.

It was a shitty predicament, one neither of you were too fond of, you least of all. Yet Dallas seemed to somehow thrive off of it, something that hurt you to no end. He’d been faithful, of course he had, but when you only saw him for a week after months of practically no contact besides a weekly phone call, it didn’t leave much room for love. He’d always come back with new bruises, stitches, scars, and one hell of a story to boot. You’d laugh, ensure he was alright, and as he slept you’d lie awake, looking over him to try your damnedest to memorize every facet of his face.

The way his lips parted in his sleep, the worry line between his brows, the way his nose would scrunch right before he’d mutter something in his sleep - it was funny in a way, how he managed to be pissed off at someone even as he slept. Eventually, you’d fall asleep, waking up hours later being held close to his chest, his nose buried in your hair with his arms wrapped so tightly around your middle that you could hardly breathe. And then the days would come to an end, you’d stifle tears and he’d kiss your temple and be off again.

You wrung your hands in your lap, feet shuffling against the red patterned carpet as you gazed out the window, waiting for that familiar car to pull up in the parking lot. There wasn’t much else to do, the television worked fine, but there was nothing on besides public access and a few infomercials, something that tended to make you sleepy, and you didn’t want to sleep just yet. You could only imagine how women felt waiting for their husbands to return from war, it was a long shot from what you were going through, but the anticipatory anxiety felt all the same, along with the worries of him leaving yet again.

After a moment you’d grown too peeved of the silence, pushing yourself off of the spring mattress with a huff before fiddling with the buttons on the television. You’d somehow managed to find a channel broadcasting old western shows, something your grandfather loved to watch but you never really got into. As boring as it was, it was preferable to the overwhelming silence. You moved back to the bed, making yourself comfortable as you proceeded to watch the show.

It was as though God himself had answered your prayers when you heard the familiar thrum of Dallas’s car, the engine had always been damn near deafening, but in that moment you couldn’t have been more happy to hear it roaring through the gravel parking lot. You jumped up from the bed, nearly tripping over your feet in the process, opening the door just in time for Dallas to exit his car.

He looked beaten to hell and back, one of the more noticeable bruises curling around his upper arm and onto his shoulder. You found yourself thankful that he didn’t have any cuts, none that were visible anyhow. All those worries were pushed aside when he smiled at you, hoisting a bag of his own over his shoulder as he extended his other arm out to his side. With a tear-filled laugh, you ran to him, wrapping your arms around his middle as you buried your face into his chest. You could hear him groan when you made contact with him, but he quickly stifled the pain in favor of wrapping his free arm around you, placing a kiss of his own against your forehead.

“Act like you haven’t seen me in months or somethin’.” He quipped, usual sarcasm dripping off his words. Normally you would’ve been pissed, scowling at him, but all you could do was laugh into his chest before pulling away to smile up at him. He lifted his free hand, cupping your jaw affectionately.

“I haven’t.” You replied. “Been four months this time.”

He sighed, smile faltering as his hand dropped from your jaw, moving instead to fidget with the denim of his jeans. He looked to the motel room, nodding his head toward the opened door, not waiting for you to respond before moving into it. You followed closely behind, closing the door behind you once both of you were inside the heavily air-conditioned motel room.

��‘Gunsmoke?’ Really?” He laughed, motioning to the television with his free hand before plopping his bag down onto the floor, moving to sit down on the bed afterward. You shrugged, a faint smile on your lips as you moved to sit down beside him. As much as you wanted to enjoy the time you two had together, you couldn’t help but feel the hurt still echoing from within your chest.

As if sensing your discomfort he hooked an arm around you, pulling you over to sit comfortably in his lap, your face tucked into the nook of his neck. Your hands fumbled with the fabric of his shirt, both of you sitting in comfortable silence as the western continued playing on the television. Dallas’s hand smoothed down your back, his chin resting atop your head.

“I know you don’t like my work.” He murmured, voice reverberating in his chest as he soothed you. “I have to make money, doll. I’m- I’m not someone who can take a company job.”

You knew the truth behind his words, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, Dallas was never bound for a life of calmness and serenity. The man was born amidst chaos, it was in his blood.

“Just wish you could be safe.” You replied, voice barely above a whisper. “I hate going so long without seeing you. Been together for years and yet I only see you a fraction of the time.”

“I know.” He sighed, tilting his head down to look at you as he raised a hand to cup your jaw, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. “I do this for you. You’re the only reason I’m not bootleggin’ anymore. Rodeo’s safer.”

“Safer?” You asked through a sarcastic laugh, hand moving down to lift his shirt, where sure enough a large bruise encompassed the left side of his ribcage. “That’s safe?”

He rolled his eyes, abruptly shoving his shirt back down to cover his side. “Quit that.”

You moved back, still halfway on his lap as you moved to be in his line of sight. You were both stubborn, it was something that’d initially attracted you two together, but it certainly became a pain in the ass whenever you needed to discuss something.

“What?” You asked through a scoff of a laugh. “Am I right?”

He glared at you then, a warning hidden in his eyes, one that you’d never heeded in the entirety of your relationship with him. He brought his hands up, wiping tiredly at his face, sighing heavily into his palms.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked, voice muffled by his hands before he leaned up to meet your gaze, hands dropping down to his lap. “Work an office job? I’m not that type of man, I never have been. You knew who I was when we met, I haven’t changed.”

Whenever he got irritated his New York accent would grow thick, something that grew to be a telltale sign of his frustration. You looked away from him, feeling anger bubbling in your chest as you fumbled with your hands.

“Can’t I want you to be safe?” You finally asked, turning on the bed to face him. “I hardly see you, Dal. And when I do- you’re like this.” You motioned to his bruises as you spoke, worry evident in your eyes and tone.

He knew you cared for him, it was something that terrified him years ago, back when he didn’t know how to handle love and instead shoved it away. There were moments where that still flared, rearing its ugly head during disagreements or discussions on the future, but he’d never leave - he wouldn’t. He could hear your tears building in your words before your mind had even registered you were about to cry, moving to wrap his arms around your middle as he scooted back onto the bed with you, pulling you up onto his lap in an almost cradle-like position.

You went to say something but found your words broken off by emotion, earning you a soft hush from Dallas as he smoothed his hand up and down the curve of your back. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment as he breathed in your scent. You could feel his hands clutching at you, just as you’d grab at him in your sleep.

“I know.” He whispered. More lingered beneath the words, silent promises of how he’d try to be safer, take less risky jobs - all for you. He’d never voice these things, but you knew him well enough to hear the words he didn’t have the strength to say aloud.

You tilted your head back then, brushing his hair from his forehead, letting your hand rest against the back of his neck as you smiled up at him, earning you a smile in return.

“Your hair’s grown.” You stated, lightly tugging on the longer-than-usual strands. Dallas groaned out a laugh, swatting away your hand as you laughed.

“Hair tends to do that.” He replied, tone dripping with sarcasm, causing you to roll your eyes with another laugh and a murmured, “I know that, smart-ass.”

He leaned back against the headboard, smiling down at you as you situated yourself on his lap, effectively straddling him. His hands found their way to your hips, thumbs tucking into the belt loops on your jeans.

“Ain’t one to talk back when you’re on my lap, huh?” He teased, tilting his head to the side with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. You couldn’t deny his words, any time you found yourself on his lap all it took was a singular buck of his hips and you were putty in his hands, whining, desperate putty.

“Hush.” You responded, failing to hide your smile, tone soon broken into something more whiny when he shifted his hips below you. He quirked his brow at the sudden shift in your expression, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he pulled you down by the belt loops on your jeans. As he guided the roll of your hips your eyes fluttered, feeling your cunt clench around nothing.

“I think you’ve gone too long without me.” He whispered, voice husky as his right hand moved to the buttons of your jeans, the other hand still guiding your rocking motions against his lap. “You get all testy whenever you haven’t been fucked.”

“Dallas-“ You started, head falling back right after as a moan erupted from you at the feeling of his hand sliding into your jeans, fingers finding home against your slick cunt. “So- so crude.”

“Yeah?” He asked through a laugh, thumb circling your clit as his middle and ring finger buried themselves in your cunt, a low grunt leaving him as you clamped down around his fingers. “Feels like you love it when I’m crude, doll.”

You couldn’t argue with him, not when his fingers were buried to the knuckle inside your cunt, brushing against a spot he knew better than you did yourself. You rode down against his palm, looping your arms around his neck, allowing yourself to whine against his throat as he pumped his fingers inside of you.

“Cum on my fingers, doll.” He murmured against your hair, hand tightening its hold on your hip as he moved his fingers within you. “Let me take care of you.”

Your brows furrowed together, hips stuttering in their movement against his palm. You could hear the soft rumble of laughter in his chest as he helped you regain your pace, muttering something incoherent as your whines turned into keens, your lips parted against his throat as you clutched onto the back of his shirt for purchase.

“Good girl.”

That was all it took for you to come undone, crying out his name against his neck as your cunt spasmed around his fingers. He pressed kisses to your forehead as you rode his fingers through your orgasm, his thumb never stopping its circling of your clit until you whined through breathless words for a moment to breathe.

You could audibly hear the sound of your arousal as he removed his fingers from your cunt, both digits coated in a thin veneer of your cum. He looked at you, smiling wickedly as he pressed the fingers to your lips. You quickly opened your mouth, tasting yourself as he pushed his fingers into your mouth, nearly touching the back of your throat in the process. You noticed his breath deepening, pupils blown as he watched you suck his fingers clean.

“Missed that mouth.” He hushed out, words breathless as he withdrew his fingers from your mouth. You leaned up then, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pressed your lips to his. His tongue sought yours, the kiss full of hunger and need, teeth clashing, and moans swallowed. You could feel his hard cock straining against the denim of his jeans, each shift of your hips on his lap causing him to all but whine into the kiss.

His hands moved to the waistband of your jeans, trying his damnedest to tug them off you as you straddled him, only for him to pull away with a frustrated, “Help me take these off of you before I rip them off.”

You laughed, lifting yourself as your hands moved over his, removing your jeans moments later along with your underwear, both items of clothing falling to the floor with a soft thud. Neither of you had the patience to get him undressed as well, so he sufficed with allowing you to unbutton his jeans, almost breaking the zipper in the process. Your hand curled gently around his cock, lazily pumping it as you returned to kissing him.

He moaned into your mouth, brows furrowing together as your thumb swiped over his tip. It wasn’t long until his touch on your hips grew needy, thumbs pushing into your hip bones in a silent plea for you to get on with it already. You’d half a mind to make him wait, but you needed him just as badly as he needed you. With a short lift of your hips, you guided him to your entrance, sinking onto his thick cock seconds later.

The stretch had you whining against his lips, slick sounds pooling from between your thighs as you slowly rocked down against him, each movement of your hips bumping your clit against his lower stomach. You could feel his thighs tensing beneath you, muscles flexing in tandem with each canter upward of his hips, pushing him deeper within you.

His hands guided your hips, breaths coming out as short grunts whenever you’d squeeze around him. You could feel his cock dragging inside of you, brushing against that spot that had your thighs twitching under his hold. He trailed his lips from yours to your jaw, breath hitching against your skin in between open-mouthed kisses to your throat.

It was slow, passionate - everything you’d missed in the months he’d been absent. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers threading through the back of his hair as you rode him. He kissed down your throat and onto your chest, free hand moving up to cup your breast. You tightened your hold on him, head falling back as he bent his legs, planting his feet against the mattress as he fucked himself up into you.

The new angle and urgency had your cunt squeezing around him, legs giving out beneath you as he continued fucking you. He let out a breathless laugh, hands moving to your hips, essentially pushing you forward to rest against his chest as he rutted up into you, each thrust of his cock brushing against your g-spot in an almost blinding sense of pleasure.

Your hands blindly grasped at his shoulders for purchase, uttering pleas for him, words soon turning into incomprehensible sobs as the pleasure left you unable to do anything other than whine out his name against his chest. You could feel your cunt fluttering around him with each thrust of his hips, the movement causing you to rock forward, clit brushing against his lower stomach.

“You hear that?” He grunted out lowly, grasp on your hips tightening to an almost painful degree. “Hear how desperate you sound for me?”

With a strangled cry of his name, you came undone, cunt spasming around his cock as he pumped into you. You went limp against him, eyes squeezed shut as he fucked you through your orgasm, whispering words of praise against the shell of your ear as he chased his release inside of you.

“So fucking good.“ He grunted, words followed by a sharp thrust upward, tip pushing against your cervix as he flooded you full of his cum. You whined against his chest, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. As he caught his breath he lifted his hand, gently cupping your jaw to tilt your head back, eyes searching yours to ensure you were alright.

“‘M okay.” You whispered, voice barely audible. He nodded, sighing out a lungful of air as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. You rested back against him then, shifting your hips slightly to make yourself comfortable - or as comfortable as you could be with him still nestled inside of your cunt.

“Just-“ He started, wrapping his arms around you to ensure you stayed put. “Just stay there, I’ll carry you to the shower later.”

A faint laugh left you as you allowed him to hold you close, knowing neither of you had the strength to move from the bed anytime soon. You’d have to call the front desk and get clean sheets once you did, but for now, you were content resting against him, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat echoing within his chest.

“I love you.” You whispered, moving your head to press a kiss over his heart, earning you an affectionate hum as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“I love you too, doll.”

A/N: Did you guys miss my Dallas writing? I hope you did. I got three more cookin’ along with other characters. I felt like including him working at the rodeo tied into the canon well, it’s one of my favorite things about his character. Anyways, thank you all so so much for the love you’ve shown my work and all the requests you’ve sent my way! I appreciate it all more than you know! As always you can find all my works over on my AO3 under the user, “Unscriptural.”

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[fyodior]

FLORA please . . . thinking abt dazai n fedya locked up together makes mi think of a threesome w them 🤭 how rough do u think they would be :O r they fighting over who gets to fuck ur pretty cunny ! ! giv mi all da deets teheheh :3

coco!! hmmmm ok i've been thinking a lot abt this hehehe sorry for how long it got 🤭

okey this could go so many different ways i could write an actual dissertation but. im going to come at this as if u are fyodor's lover hehehe

so. fedya is typically very gentle and sweet with his lover, esp in bed (unless you ask for otherwise) but... he hates dazai, and would rather die than let him have anything of his, especially u. so if u somehow stumbled into a threesome with them, it would be a lot djfjsjdj the way i see it happening is dazai purposely pushing all of fyodor's buttons abt how beautiful and sexy you are and how bad he wants you, probably taunts fyodor and says that he doesn't satisfy you ,,, and usually fedya can ignore dazai easily but when it comes to u and saying some shit like that he absolutely loses his SHIT and is like you're gonna watch and see how good i fuck her, how she falls apart over my cock

and he's very right!!! u do you def do. plus you've always thought dazai was kinda sexy so u agree to go along with their stupid game

so it starts out as just u and fedya while dazai watches, likely starting out w just missionary/ nearly mating press. he immediately jumps to what he knows makes you whine and moan the most, like fucking u right at the angle he knows feels the best, not too slow but not too fast, hips meeting flush with yours as he massages your clit and presses sweet kisses all over your face and lips. bc to him, this isn't just abt showing dazai how good the sex is, anyone can make sex feel good, he wants to rub it in his face too how much u just fucking love him and want him to be inside u not just cuz of how heavenly it feels, but bc u need to be that close to him. dazai fists his angry red cock, massaging himself to the sounds of your whimpers and cries and just how hot u look getting fucked.

when fyodor spills his cum inside you is when he decides its ok for dazai to take u next, smirking bc now he has to deal with the fact that he'll be fucking fyodor's cum right into you. u cant lie tho, dazai is really fucking talented. he's taking you from the back, ass high in the air as he shoves his desperate, needy, neglected cock so deep inside you it kisses your cervix and makes ur eyes roll back in your head. dazai is kinda losing it himself, absolutely mesmerized by the way ur cunt stretches and pulls with each thrust of his cock, the cream that's dripping down ur thighs and gathering onto his length. fyodor's the one watching now, irked that dazai's making you moan but is confident enough to know he could never be as good. he can't stay away for too long tho, sidles up next to u as dazai continues to fuck u as he sticks his hand in between ur thighs to rub your clit and suck on your nipples, and to say you were overstimulated was an understatement. your senses were so overloaded and on fire as they both had their way with you, but goddamn did it feel fucking amazing. it was the best orgasm you had had in a long time.

one of the hard and fast rules fyodor set was that dazai was by NO means allowed to cum inside u, and if he did it would result in very unsightly consequences. dazai doesn't rly listen to rules but he knew fyodor did not fuck around when it came to u. so he settles for flipping you over so he can cum all over ur tummy, using his fingertips to spread the seed all over you and squeeze your breasts. fyodor slaps his hands away. ur incredibly out of breath and fucked out at this point, a tiny bit of drool pooling at the edge of your mouth as you tried to catch ur breath, but things weren't over yet.

dazai wanted to know what ur mouth felt like, and weirdly, fyodor was ok with that. let him experience how good you suck dick and have to live knowing that fyodor is the only one who'll ever get to experience that. sat on fyodor's lap with your back to his chest now, his cock buried deep inside you as a reminder of who u rly belong to, dazai is sat on his knees next to you so you can suck him off. now he's the one whimpering and moaning as you take him into your mouth and skillfully use your lips and tongue to give him the best head of his life, and fyodor only smirks as he watches and feels u very slowly rising and falling on his own cock, subconsciously chasing the familiar feeling. and with a good massage of dazai's balls, he's cumming down your throat with a hearty groan -- he almost immediately gets hard again when he watches u swallow every single drop easily, licking ur lips afterwards with a smile.

in the end, fedya is right. dazai would forever be jealous that fyodor is the only one who ever got to have you. and that's how i think a threesome would go :)

#sorry it took me so long to get to this :( #also i didnt kno if u meant actually taking place in prison so i didnt do that fkdjjfdfj #hope u like :) #voices in my head #lover: coco 🎀 #dazai x reader #fyodor x reader #bsd x reader

[h4rring1on]

hi i love ur writing! i was wondering if u could do something where reader is acting all sketchy and stuff and steddie notice so they plead for her to tell them and it turns out she’s hiding bruises from abusive ex?? thank uuu !!

𝘦𝘹 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

warnings: swearing, abusive ex (obvi), reader is bruised and is weak when around ex, steddie being all caring and jshshdnwoenhfne

pairing: steddie x reader, abusive!ex x reader

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eddie and steve have never been this worried about you. you always loved to be around them and joke around and all

but for a bit, you’ve been a little distant. you haven’t been yourself much, like some guilt is eating you up.

not to mention, you haven’t been accepting their advances recently. everytime they’d try to get you in the mood, you’d just wave them off and tell them you don’t feel like it and that they should just enjoy each other on their own.

they of course completely understand, but it’s been way too much, as in to the point where something has got to be going on.

you walked inside the trailer, being met with steve and eddie who were sat on the couch, as if they’d been waiting for you.

“hey” you said in a low voice

“hey sweetheart” eddie said, “don’t you wanna take that off?” he motioned to your hoodie

“don’t feel like it” you said, that was a complete lie. you were sweating. it was almost summer, so it was quite hot.

“baby…why don’t you have a seat?” steve asked, you paused for a bit and muttered a small okay and sat, the two made space so you could sit between them.

“you know we love you, right?” eddie said

“and you know we care about you—a lot, right?” steve said

“what’s going on?” you said, a little concerned. were they gonna break up with you?

“we’re supposed to be asking that” eddie said

“what?”

“you don’t have to lie to us, peach” steve said, “don’t think we haven’t noticed how you’re acting”

“you can tell us anything” eddie said, holding your hand, “what’s going on, love? what’s got you all distant?”

you then realized what they meant, you looked down and let go of eddie’s hand (who noticed and felt a little bit hurt)

“you can talk to us, baby, please—tell us what’s wrong” steve said

your eyes teared up as you tried to find the words, what were they gonna think of you? they’re gonna think you’re so weak for not defending yourself. they’re gonna hate you. they’re gonna think you’re cheating on them

“sweetheart?” eddie snapped you back to reality, you then noticed that you were now crying

“i’m sorry” you whispered, eddie and steve looked at each other for a second then back to you

“sorry for what, peach?” steve asked

“something happened” you said, “and i was too weak” you cried out

“what happened, love?” eddie asked

“a few days ago…i was leaving school to get to your car and—“ you held back a sob, steve rubbed your back to try and calm you, “adam was there—he grabbed me and told me he wanted me back” eddie and steve tensed at your words, “i told him to go away and that i have you guys—but then he kept his grip on me a-and—“ you stuttered, you pulled up your sleeves to show a bunch of bruises scattered around your arms

eddie and steve just stared, unable to form any words. you grabbed a tissue and the water bottle that was on the table, you used it to wet the tissue, you then wiped your face to reveal a bruise near your eye

that was what really set them off. eddie’s eyes widened and he grabbed your face to examine it

“motherfucker” he muttered

“i’m sorry” you whispered

“sorry? baby you have nothing to be sorry for” steve reassured, his eyes trailed down to your arms and his jaw clenched

steve and eddie shared a look

“let’s take care of these, okay sweetheart?” eddie said and you nodded

eddie guided you to his bedroom, you laid in his bed while steve got some ice to help

“you’ll tell us if something else like this happens, right?” steve asked and you nodded again

“it’s gonna be okay, love” eddie smiled at you, stroking your hair while steve iced your bruises

during that moment, you truly felt loved. they didn’t think you were weak. they didn’t hate you, they didn’t think you were cheating or lying. instead, they took care of you.

once you were sound asleep, the two left with one rule. never tell you what ended up happening to adam, it wasn’t pretty.

a/n: hello anon! i hope i wrote it the way you wanted, i feel like it sucked :(((

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things 4 #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #steve harrington fluff #steddie x reader #steddie fluff #steddie x reader fluff #steddie x reader angst #eddie x reader x steve

[iloveslllycatss]

noya relationship hcs

𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙝𝙘𝙨

𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴/𝘢𝘯: 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 🙄, 𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥

✯ at the beginning of the relationship, it was great tbh

✯ you two were already good friends beforehand so you two were great together

✯ it was a secret relationship because your little brother was no other then kei tsukishima. and u didn’t want him to find out.

✯ noya was good with this (obviously)

✯ but the team knew something was up as soon as noya stopped gushing over kiyoko.

✯ so they wanted answers. 

✯ suga was the first one to ask about it, he went up to noya and the first thing he said was “explain.” 

✯ noya was trying his absolute BEST to lie and say he just moved on but we all know how bad of a liar noya is 😐 

✯ so he ended up accidentally letting it slip out that you two were dating 

✯ when he told u that he slipped up, he felt so guilty fr but u said it was okay and it doesn’t have to be a secret anymore

✯ guess what he does the next day.

✯ during lunch, this mf STANDS ON THE MF TABLE AND STARTS TALKING 

✯ “MAY I HAVE EVERYONES ATTENTION. IF YOU HEAR MY VOICE CLAP ONCE, IF U HEAR MY VOICE CLAP TWICE.”

✯ and then the cafeteria got silent, all eyes on him

✯ “thank you. i would just like to say that Y/N IS MY GIRLFRIEND. I TOLD U GUYS THAT I PULL. CANT BELIEVE I BAGGED THE PRETTIEST GIRL.”

✯ you were embarrassed, flustered and flattered all at the same time.

✯ 2 days have passed since you guys weren’t w secret anymore and suddenly the WHOLE SCHOOL AND THEIR MOTHERS knew ab u two 😞

✯ hes always touching u in some way. if ur walking, he’s holding your hand or has a arm around ur shoulder, if you guys are sitting down, his hand is right on your thigh

✯ there were these two girls who were hating on ur relationship one time, and all he said was “sthu u just mad u can’t pull a beauty like y/n 🙄” 

✯ sticks up for you if your ever being picked on or something 

✯ when kiyoko found out she was beaming (not actually), she was happy for you two but on the other hand she was just happy noya left her alone finally 😭 

✯ when he’s playing volleyball, he dedicates receives to you

✯ “i’m gonna get this one for y/n” 

✯ gets u flowers every 2 weeks 😨💐

✯ when tsukishima tries to tease you two he always says the same thing

✯ it’s always something along the lines of “you wouldn’t understand, your single 🙄” or “that’s why y/ns better than you”

✯ always protective of you

✯ he LOVES LOVES LOVES when you wear his clothes

✯ his family loves you and treats you like a daughter

✯ he always makes sure you feel loved, doesn’t go one day without showering you with praises and saying he loves you

✯ sometimes he gets insecure he’s not good enough and that you deserve better, just reassure him and praise him w cuddles and you’ll b good

✯ hes a walking green flag tbh

✯ 10/10 boyfriend

this is actually a request from @junkrcat and they also helped me w the ideas for what to add and stuff

@/ilovesillycats

plz don’t copy my work 😞

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[neteyamsoare]

Are You Ashamed of Me?

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Lo’ak Sully x Fem! Na'vi! Omatikaya! Reader.

༉‧₊˚. Request From [@neteyamslovrr]. 11 "are you ashamed of me " with Lo'ak for ur sleepover bae also CONGRATS ON 500 BAE u deserve it ur writing is amazing.

༉‧₊˚. Summary. Lo’ak is ready to take the relationship to the next level but what happens when he finds out the secret you’ve been hiding?

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Angst.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Aged up! Lo'ak, cursing, infidelity, crying, and no happy ending!

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 698.

༉‧₊˚. Index. Sa’nok — [mother], and Sempul — [father].

༉‧₊˚. Notes. Omg, thanks boo! I hope you like this. This is probably bad so sorry in advance. 😅 Thank you for participating and ilysm! ☺️

༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍

༉‧₊˚. Starred Links. Navigation + Masterlist + Prompts + Taglist + Part Two

"I don't understand, why can't I meet them?" Lo’ak looks down at you with an annoyed expression as you try to avoid his gaze, biting down on your lip as you feel your chest tighten.

Lo’ak was once again asking to meet your parents, the same parents who you have been telling him all week that they already love him but the truth was they didn’t even know you were dating him. 

You felt bad for lying but you were afraid that if you told them, they would take you away from him.

You didn’t think they would love to hear that you have been going out with the boy who had a reckless reputation to his name, so you never said anything to them and that meant you had to do the one thing you hate and that was to lie. ‘Oh, they can’t wait to meet you.’ ‘My sa’nok will love you.’ ‘It’s not a good time right now, my sempul is sick.’ But of course, all the lies you spread came back to bite you in the ass. 

���Please don’t push it, Lo’ak, you’ll meet them soon…” you say as you start to walk away but he stops you from going any further with his eyebrows now furrowed with anger. “You say that all the time but it never happens, are you hiding something from me?” You swallow hard as you try to think of any lie you can say to him but Lo’ak already knew that by the way you were avoiding eye contact, you were hiding something and he wasn’t going to let you go until you told him the truth. 

“That’s what you always say but every time you make up some excuse of why I can’t,” he lets out an annoyed sigh as he looks down at you, his gaze softens. “I… I mean I thought you said they would love to meet me. So why can’t I meet them already, you already met my parents so why…” You look down at your feet and let out a breath you had been holding in. 

“I lied..” you mumble hoping he wouldn’t hear you but he hears it perfectly, letting your hand go. “What?” You meet his confused gaze and take a deep breath. “I lied okay, my parents don’t know that we’re dating… I never told them…” He takes a step back at your confession. 

“I thought they wouldn’t approve of our relationship because… because…” you bite your lip not wanting to make it even more worse but he hisses, your tail wagging low as your ears are pinned back against your skull.

“Are you ashamed of me?” you shook your head quickly as tears start to build up in your eyes trying to come up with something to say that would make this situation you got yourself in any better but Lo’ak continued on, “Because I’m not the clan’s golden boy, because I do things differently than everybody else?” you try to step close to him but he takes another step back.

“I thought you understood but you have been playing with me this whole time, are you fucking kidding me?!” Tears start to roll down your cheeks as you walk closer to him taking his hand in yours. 

“No… I love you Lo’ak, I didn’t want to lose you,” a sob escapes your mouth as tears well up in Lo’aks eyes as he yanks his hand away from you. “How did that go for you, huh?” he looks down at the necklace he had gifted you and meets your teary gaze. “You can keep that to remember me by because… I don’t ever want to speak to you again, we’re done,” he turns around and walks away as you go to your knees.

You had yourself to blame for this mess, you could’ve fought for him, instead of just making assumptions, maybe your parents would’ve actually loved him but it’s all too late for the maybes and what-ifs, you lost him, you can’t turn back time, all you can do now is pray to eywa that he can forgive you and maybe just maybe… give you a second chance.

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[genyal0ver]

🖤Genya x reader💜

~Rainy day/thunderstorm headcannons

(⚠️Some spoilers ⚠️)

Okay so since he is a slayer, you guys don't have that much time tp spend with each other anyways exept for when u are on a mission together or the butterfly estate.

So that leads us on these 2 situations on a Rainy day:

1st one :

If you are on a mission, after killing demon and waiting for ur next mission, most likely be forced to spend time and take shealter at some old house ( and if ur lucky to be close to Wistera house/estate its a bonus). Lying on old tatami mat he would pull u closer in hope to keep u warm and protected. You would just lie there close to eachother while listening to raindrops fall from and hit the rooftop above you 2,with a few comforting sounds of thunders in the back ( tho if you are scared of thunders he would pull you just closer while trying to comfort u, saying that whatever happeneds, he will be there for you, hugging you close trying to hide his flustered face)

2nd one : If you are at home, since u are home, it wouldn't ve that big of a deal about keeping eachother warm.. He would just lie in bed next to you as you read, looking at you w so much love, thinking about how lucky he is to have such a kind, beautiful/handsome s/o, who loves him no matter what, who is always there for him and he is always there for them, who knows just right how to comfort him, who makes him weak in kneens whenever they show him even a bit of affection, someone who never jugded him based of his looks , someone who he will love for the rest of his life as he keeps thinking about all the things he loves about you, tho will never be able to tell u w/o almost passing out, you look at him and laugh a bit, knowing very well what he wants, wich is to put his head and ur lap and play with his hair ( i think his hair is so fluffy, change my mind.). He loves your voice, and he would love if yous start reading to him, tell him about your day or any kind of story from ur life, tho don't be surprised if you notice this big baby fell asleep on ur lap. Same as the previus headcannon, if you are scared of thunders, he would comfort u best he can. Spoiler⚠️ / / because ever since his mom died and Sanemi stopped talking w him, baby didn't get much comfort, he would just bottle everything up till he blows, he dosn't want you 2 feel the same way he did before he met you, so he would try his very best to make you feel safe and comforted⚠️ end of spoiler

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A/n :Okay so i think this is it, I will be taking rq's for any character ( I Probably won't be doing smut), i personaly love fluff a lot and I hate that there are not many fics/ headcannons about Genya, altho I will be making more of these for sure.

#demon slayer #genya shinazugawa #shinazugawa genya #kimetsu no yaiba #genya shinazugawa x reader #genya fluff #genya headcanons #kny x reader #kny headcanons #kny x y/n

[slu7formen]

HEY HEHEGE IK I JUST SENT IN A REQUEST but can i pretty please have another slytherin reader x ced sickfic😭😭😭😔😔😔 this cold is kicking my ass rn i need ced to take care of me🤞 how bout if the reader is like stubborn denying she’s sick but ced is a casual dom taking care of her and reader just complies when he gives her the stern look😫😫 and he’s worried sick not letting her out of bed n stuff omg i want someone to scold me for being sick ffs im lonely as hell. also thank you sm for the last request i made you r a godsend🥰🥰

also can i know what to call you pls i feel rather awkward calling you, well, you. love you tho 💋💋 i’m confident im ur biggest fan if there’s no appreciater of ur work then im probably dead in a ditch somewhere

you’re always requesting and I think that’s just so sweet 🥹 thank u ! also, had so much fun writing this.

Cedric taking care of you when you’re sick <3

slu7formen’s masterlist | cedric diggory masterlist

Sometimes Cedric hated how stubborn you were. Like, really, he truly felt that you behaved like a child that tried to get everything their own way and everything else was just wrong.

He noticed. It was not fucking hard to notice that you were about to catch the worst flu of your life; you looked so sick you could easily be mistaken for someone who was dragon pox. Your sore throat, the pain in your chest, the phlegm in your chest when you coughed, and the sneezing. And still, you were bold enough to lie to his face.

“I’m fine” you affirmed, followed by a small sneeze. Cedric raised his eyebrows at you, you rolled your eyes. “Seriously, it’s nothing”

“It’s nothing?” Cedric raised his voice, looking at you in disbelief. “Honey, you can’t even talk without choking in your own phlegm”

“Don’t overreact” you bit back. “I said I’m fine”

He didn’t want to fight. Whenever you did, it was because most of the time, you behaved like the most stubborn person ever… but he just relaxed. Maybe you could get better, maybe you were right this time.

Of course you weren’t right. Do you really believe that you’re ever gonna prove Cedric wrong?

The next morning your body was hurting, swollen and sore everywhere and constantly groaning as you sat down in chairs during classes. Cedric noticed every single time.

“Can you please let me take you to the Emergency Wing?” he had whispered to you once Snape had walked past you two.

“No” you argued.

“You’re not even writing there” he pointed to your hand, where the ink had dropped a few drops since you just lifted your wrist in the air, without writing anything.

“Cedric” you called. You rarely called him by his name, it was always ‘Ced’ to him, unless you were mad. “I’m fine. Stop it”

He let it pass just one more day, but when you didn’t even show up to your first class the next morning, he truly started to get mad.

You woke up with him sitting at the edge of your bed. You gasped as you sat on the bed, desperate and confused. “What time is it?” you asked, already trying to get out of bed.

“Don’t worry, you’ve missed classes already” he interrupted. You sat on the bed, angry.

“I what!?” you yelled, as painful as it was for you to do so.

“You’re staying in bed” he demanded, big arms crossed over his chest as he stood up, standing in front of your weak body like a giant statue, demanding you to stay where you are.

But of course, you had to complain.

“How many times do I have to tell you?” you stood up and pushed his shoulder, walking past him. “I’m f-…” before you could reach the door, an invisible force bounced you back into your place. You scoffed in disbelief, and Cedric grinned, satisfied. You tried to walk again, but the same bouncy feeling hit your body, much harder this time.

“Imperturbable Charm” he explained. “You’re not getting out of this room”

“Imperturbable-, where’s my wand?” you walked towards him, almost hitting your chest to his, even though the scene was not threatening at all. To Cedric’s eyes, it looked quite funny. You, all red nose and sore throat, smaller than him, trying to act angry at him. Yeah, as if he would let you win this time.

“I’m not giving you your wand. You’re staying inside this room, so do as I say, and go to bed”

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “No”

“Oh?” he dared, raising both eyebrows and lowering his head. He studied your facial expressions for a moment before speaking again. “Baby, that wasn’t a question. Let me take care of you, and go to bed”

You bit the inside of your cheek. His grey eyes were working their way inside your brain; you fucking hated it and loved it at the same time. You groaned when you slowly saw his satisfied smirk grow on his face, he knew he already won.

Once you got yourself covered in bed again, he walked to the nightstand next to your bed. On top of it, there was a small ceramic bowl with a brown liquid inside, it smelled good. He grabbed it carefully and handed it to you. “It’s chicken and pumpkin soup” he explained. He slowly placed it over your lap, instantly feeling the heat grow over your thighs, it was still hot.

He then squat down and took his leather bag, the one you gifted him just a few months ago. He opened it, and took one small glass bottle, placing it at your small nightstand bed. “And this,” he pointed to the horrible red liquid “is Pepperup Potion. You have to drink it. Madame Pomfrey said it’s just a common cold that you have, but since you’ve been like this for days, if you’re not better by tomorrow morning, you’ll have to stay at the Emergency Wing”

You gulped, looked down at the hot soup, and then back at him. “Okay” you said in a small voice. Cedric sighed heavily before taking a spoon and sitting in front of you at the bed, next to your thighs. You tried to take it, but he quickly backed it up. He served some soup on the spoon, making sure that a small piece of chicken stayed there, he knew how much you loved to have in the first bite… or drink.

“Open” he demanded. You did so, and the warm and salty taste of the soup felt good against your tongue, already satisfied with your food for the first time in three days. You didn’t say anything, just letting your boyfriend put food into your mouth as he placed his free hand over your thigh, squeezing and soothing up and down.

“Thank you” you said after taking one particular big spoon of soup. “And, I’m sorry for being stubborn… and for not letting you take care of me”

He snorted. “It’s okay, angel” he replied. He knew how much you loved it when he called you that. “I know how hard that skull of yours can be sometimes”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up” you laughed. He forced you into taking more of your food before it gets cold. “You shouldn’t be doing this. I can take care of myself”

“No one takes cares of you better than I do” he took the bowl out of your legs and placed it over the table.

“It’s not like I have a choice. You locked me up here”

He moved closer to you. “And don’t you like it?” he asked. “You and me, locked inside your dorm-…”

“Ced!” you gasped in disbelief before he bursted out laughing. “You’re supposed to be taking care of me, remember?”

“Excuse me, am I not doing it?”

You placed a hand at the back of his neck, slightly running your fingers through his scalp. “No. I would say you’re more of a distraction”

His face got closer to yours. “Am I?” he leaned in, but you backed up, surprise.

“Aren’t you afraid you’ll get sick too?”

“I really don’t care” he said before softly placing your lips over yours. Kissing Cedric always felt like kissing the smoothest and plushiest cloud. His lips were warm, and the way he captured your lips between yours was always the hardest thing to separate from whenever you broke the kiss. If you could, you’d kiss him forever.

He leaned back and placed his forehead on yours. “Want me to give you a massage?” he asked.

“Yes, please” you groaned. He laughed.

“Okay, okay” he stood up “But before that… your medicine” he took the glass bottle and shook it in his hand.

“Nooo” you whined, hiding under the covers.

“You have to drink it, honey” he tried to uncover you, which was already hard enough since your hands gripped onto the sheets with amazing strength.

“No!”

“You won’t get better unless you drink it”

“I already feel better” you lied.

Cedric found your head hidden under the blanket and gave it a light smack. “Liar” he panted.

After fighting for some time, Cedric promised you a chocolate frog after the medicine. He stayed with you for the rest of the day, only going to his own room when your roommates came back to your dorm to sleep, not leaving without kissing you first, and getting rid of the charm he had put around your bed.

It still felt weird when Cedric took care of you like this. You knew he was someone that cared for the people he loved, but you never thought it would go as far as staying with you in bed for a whole day, missing classes and risking himself on getting sick too.

But the truth was, Cedric loved you more than anything in this world. Taking care of you was the least thing he could do after you agreed in giving your heart and soul to him.

Is it a bad time for me to ask you to go check on my new ethan landry one shot ? 🥹

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory x fem!reader #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x y/n #cedric diggory x you #cedric x y/n #cedric #cedric diggory x female reader #cedric x you #cedric x fem!reader #cedric diggory blurb #cedric diggory imagine #cedric deserved better #cedric x reader #cedric x oc

[sunlightandsuffering]

Whenever Feminist Mikasa pictured herself falling in love, she always imagined she would fall for a nice, respectful guy who's a feminist just like herself. Instead, here she is, on a Wednesday night, anxiously looking at her phone waiting for a 'u up?' text from this asshole she can't get out of her mind💀💀

isn't that how it is FOR SO MANY WOMEN!!! LMFAO UR DESCRIBING LIFE AND THAT'S WHAT'S ROUGH BUT IT'S EREN SO WE'LL ACCEPT IT !!

She hates it, she can't stand it at all, actually just contemplates throwing her phone against the wall.

Because why the fuck is she still awake, it's 1 am, she has class tomorrow at noon, with the very object of her ire actually. And because as of right now he hasn't texted her, she should really be going to sleep, because the very fact that he hasn't texted her means that tomorrow she'll be taking the bus to class, which means she'll have to leave at 9 am, at the earliest, instead of rolling out of Eren's bed at 11:30 and rushing to wake him up in time for class.

She should be happy, she'll go to class refreshed, if not a little windblown from the air outside and switching buses twice, but she'll be wearing clean clothes, freshly showered, and smell like lavender and not Eren's body wash.

It'll be nice. So why the fuck can't she fall asleep, pacing around her room irritably, glancing at her phone every few seconds, her watch to see if a delayed notification has come in. This has been their routine for weeks now, text her at an unseasonably late hour of night, order her an uber to his place, they fuck, too loudly and for far too long, but god is it ever good, and then the next morning, she wakes up at 11:00 on the dot, freaks out, tries to get herself ready and when she inevitably realizes it's 11:45 and Eren is her ride, she wakes him up too. And they both arrive to their gender women's studies class in a haphazard heap of unwashed clothes, smelling vaguely of sex and body wash, and they both go their seperate ways down the aisle of the lecture hall, Mikasa to Sasha and Eren to Jean.

Where the awkward conversations will progress, and Mikasa will lie through her teeth and say she just had a 'rough morning', that her alarm clock didn't go off, and she'll vaguely overhear Eren touting some similar bullshit, but with a lot more chuckles, and suggestive remarks about 'the babe' he'd had over last night. It's an exhausting practice, so why does she want it to continue ?

And yet, even as she falls into bed, teeth brushed, hair combed, skin care complete she can't sleep. It's like she's had an energy drink, a shot of caffeine, 150 mg at 1 am, and she's revving to go with energy.

At 2 am, just as she's about to slip up and take a melatonin she is rewarded for her hard work. It's embarassing how fast she snatches her phone.

Eren Yeager, 2:05 am

u up?

She has never been more relieved in her life. She resists the urge to text back right away, she can't let him know she was waiting, physically aches, pouring over with affection for those two little words. It's a game, how long can she wait before she replies, and how long until he falls asleep, too tired to stay up for her response. Mikasa makes it a whopping five minutes.

Mikasa, 2:10 am

no.

Eren Yeager, 2:11 am

i'm sending ur uber, be ready, i'm fucking tired.

Mikasa, 2:12 am

I hate you.

Eren Yeager, 2:13

👅👅🍆🍆

God why does even his pathetic string of emojis give her the shivers, she's so fucking frat-boy coded now it's ridiculous.

Nonetheless, she gets in the uber anyway.

#fratboy and feminist au #lys's drabbles

[six-eyed-samurai]

HEHEHEHEHEHEH OK DIFFERENT REQUEST THIS TIME AND I THINK YOU'LL LIKE THIS ONE MAYBE I DREW THE TR BOYS REALLY BAD AND ALSO AS HORRORS BEYOND HUMAN COMPREHENSION SO UHH DO WHAT U WANT WITH THEM, HERE ARE SOME PROMPTS BUT UHHH YOU CAN HONESTLY DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. LMAO YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT IT U CAN JUST HAVE THEM

prompt 1: friend gives really short amount of time to draw someone and this is what happens prompt 2: "i felt silly" *sends you a picture of a drawing depicting you as a horrifying being(ran & sanzu) /in pain (koko)/ literal insanity (rindou) ok looveee u and ur work n i hope i made your day again!!!!

Happy to see you again girl!!! But with no offense intended when I opened that drawing I nearly dropped my phone (TR men Eldritch Horror version). Sadly my iFake doesn't support images so I had to manually type

Y'all I based this crack off typical convos with my friends in art (hating on Kafka so bad with my girl Hina) 🤣🤣🤣

MAD DOG: I felt silly

MAD DOG: I know y'all love it don't lie

RIN RIN: This is why I keep the chat muted

MAD DOG: You wound me, I worked so hard!

MIKEY KING: I've seen kindergartens do better

MAD DOG: Not you too Mikey!!!!

SUGAR KOKO: What just happened

All I see are exclamation marks and that's not good

RIN RIN: Scroll up for yet another disaster by Sanzu

SUGAR KOKO: Wtf

I wish I didn't

Wait my eyes aren't that small

RIN RIN: Are you even sure you want my eyes

SUGAR KOKO: Can I not be in the drawing at all

MIKEY KING: Agreed

If I see that again there go all of your taiyaki rights

MAD DOG: Oh look who's being a kindergartener now

SUGAR KOKO: Mikey you never gave a single taiyaki before

RIN RIN: Fr

No difference

MIKEY KING: How do you know I wasn't planning to???

MAD DOG: Not even for me you wouldn't

MIKEY KING: Sanzu after that drawing you can't even say even because no way

MAD DOG: Bullying is no no

RIN RIN: Wym bullying

SUGAR KOKO: Yeah it's truth

I literally look so in pain and after seeing it I am

RIN RIN: I look like a literal insane psychopathic murderer from a max security prison

SUGAR KOKO: Sounds familiar

I know!

Sanzu Haruchiyo

RIN RIN: Sanzu Haruchiyo

MIKEY KING: Sanzu Haruchiyo

MAD DOG: WHY ARE ALL OF YOU GANGING UP ON ME

DON'T ACT LIKE YOU GUYS AREN'T PSYCHOTIC MURDERERS

RIN RIN: Just you actually

MAD DOG: RAN WHERE ARE YOU BACK ME UP RN IM SOBBING

SUGAR KOKO: you're on your own pal

RIN RIN: he's asleep again

HOTTER HAITANI: now I'm awake and ready to bless all of you with my presence!

RIN RIN: I just cringed so hard

SUGAR KOKO: Ew what the actual hell

Ykw go back to sleep

MAD DOG: RAN MY FRIEND

Does my drawing flatter us all or what

RIN RIN: Ran I will mess up your dye job so bad

MAD DOG: Don't listen to the unbelievers!

HOTTER HAITANI: Of course not

Lemme see lemme see

SUGAR KOKO: oh god

MIKEY KING: I'm leaving

MAD DOG: you're still here?

HOTTER HAITANI: SANZU MY FRIEND

IT'S ABSOLUTELY MARVELLOUS

I LOVE RINDOU

I'M FRAMING IT ON THE FRIDGE

MAD DOG: I KNEW IT

I ALWAYS KNEW I WAS SPECIAL

I KNEW I WAS THE NEXT PICASSO

RIN RIN: the both of you

SUGAR KOKO: stfu Annabelle

You too Pinky

MIKEY KING: you are now my number two Koko

#sanzuyaps #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #bonten #crack fic #sanzu Haruchiyo #ran haitani #mikey sano #rindou haitani #hajime kokonoi

[eris-snow]

HII I LOVE ALL UR FICS SO SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️ COULD U MAYBE WRITE A PART 2 TO THE AIZAWA AND HIS DAUGHTER FIC? IT WAS AMAZING ❤️ IF NOT THEN THANKS ANYWAYS ❤️❤️

Ask and you shall receive (Even if it is two months late)

The first part of it is here

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“Y/n,” Monoma enunciated, smirk ready on his face as he walked up to your table. “Did you see the number of failures Class A got in comparison to ours? Pathetic, right?”

It is almost too easy to gossip about Class A. Whenever Monoma cackles to you about them, you engage him with snarky, poisonous words that part of you is ashamed of. You know they are good people. They’re all trying to be heroes, you are too, but their good-naturedness makes the words you spew more venomous as you try to get rid of the suffocating feeling squeezing your throat.

“They are,” You agree readily. “Can’t say I’m surprised, considering the ruckus they make every day. They try to get the limelight so badly, they don’t know how bad it looks on the surface.”

It feels good, you can’t lie, but part of you is also guilty for saying the things you did.

Your father means well, you know that. And it’s exactly because of it that it hurts.

Is it selfish? To want a father when every second he’s not there for you, he’s saving the world and touching the hearts of so many of his students who talk fondly of him?

You bite your lip, already regretting your fight with him the other day. There was no repairing this bridge now.

—

“Y/n?” Aizawa stops by your class when you’re on your way out. “Can I speak to you?”

Aizawa wants to kick himself in the gut.

He’s replayed your fight with him over a dozen times, sifting through his memories and alternate conversation lines he could have used to justify his defences.

Instead, he’s made more and more aware of how rarely he sees or actually talks with you after you’ve entered U.A. It’s jarring and frightening just how little he knows about your life.

He’s been a terrible father.

You cock an eyebrow at him, eyes empty and guarded. It’s defensive, he realises. As if you are expecting him to hurt you. Something inside Aizawa crumbled. Some hero he was.

“What do you want from me?” You mumble, frozen to the floor. His eyes are scary, they pin you there like nails to a board.

Your father’s eyes dilated a fraction, and it has you curling into yourself instinctively. Shit. You should have phrased it nicer, you should have kept your mouth shut or—

“Y/n, I’m not mad.” He reassures you, touching your hand. You don’t move an inch.

“Come on,” Aizawa pulls you along, and you wish you had the strength to pull away, but you pathetically allow him to drag you down the corridors to his Class’s dorm without resistance.

—

Silence engulfs the room when Aizawa closes the door to his room in Class A’s dorm.

He turns back to you, opens his mouth before watching you flinch back. He hates it. Hates that even without doing anything, you look like you’re on the verge of tears like a rabbit that’s trapped by his words. He never meant to do that to you.

“Are you hungry?” He asks instead, trying to cool the edge of his voice by the slightest bit. “You haven’t had lunch yet, so I can order something in if you want.”

You pause, careful and tense. “It’s fine. I can eat later.”

“Do you want to talk about school? What you did today?” He prompts, raising an eyebrow.

You have that look again. The look that shows that you do want to tell him something, but you’re holding yourself back. Your head shakes. “No.” You reply quietly.

“You can sit down here. I think I have—”

“What is wrong with you?” You snap, raising your voice and breaking the tense peace.

“Are you trying to make up for the past 5 years? Because I get it, okay? I get that you feel bad!”

“Y/n,” Aizawa tries to think through the fog of emotions, tries to find the right words to say but nothing comes to mind. “It’s not just that—”

“What else is there?” Your voice is hoarse, and he’s made you cry—again. He’s always making you cry. “I finally know my place, alright? I know that I’m not I’m not up there on your priority list, hell, I don’t even know if I’m on it. You know, for a time, I actually tried, really, really hard. I tried to initiate conversations and guise my feelings just to see you smile.” You sniffle, shaking your head.

Unlike the previous time, when your voice was a concoction of anger and pent-up word vomit, this time, you’re putting yourself down with a mixture of self-hate and sorrow. With words as sharp as knives, you belittle yourself. Aizawa hates that he’s the one who made you think of yourself like that.

“Stop trying to sugarcoat it! You don’t love me—!”

This time, Aizawa refuses to react to late. His body moves, and before you know it he has his arms wrapped around yours. You’re bigger now, around his shoulder level. He hasn’t hugged you in a long time.

“Of course I love you,” Aizawa whispered, pressing your head tight against his shoulder. His face is wet and, oh look, he’s crying too. “I haven’t shown it, I haven’t done a lot of things, but don’t ever think I don’t love you, Firefly.”

He can feel you stiffen against his body. He hasn’t called you that since your mother passed, and you didn't think you would ever hear him call you that ever again. The sobs that wrench themselves out of your lips are heartbreaking.

“I’m sorry,” He mutters, hugging you tighter. “I didn’t mean to neglect you in the way that I did, so please…” He says, voice wrecked with guilt. “Give me another chance.”

He wants to try. Try to make it up to you because he’s already missed most of your life by dwelling too much on someone who was already gone.

He needs to make it up to you. What kind of hero would he be if he couldn’t?

You crumble like a house of cards, sobs consuming your being a whole as he desperately holds you together with his two bare hands.

You don’t say anything to him, and he doesn’t anymore to you, but you cling onto him tight like you’re afraid he’s going to let go.

And he clutches you back, knowing that this is exactly what you need.

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I know quite a few people have been requesting for this even though it was written quite a while back, so thank you for requesting for this! I hope you enjoyed this and have a beautiful day/afternoon/night ❤️

#mha #mha fanfiction #aizawa sensei #dadzawa #aizawa shouta #angst #aizawa angst #mha aizawa #boku no hero academia #mha angst #my hero academia #bnha

[anzynai]

Hey! I’m so happy to see that a tkl writer is into TWST! There are barley any fics and hcs on here and I’m STARVING! If you’re taking requests can you please write some hcs for the dorm leaders? Thanks!

Housewarden Tk Headcanons (Twisted Wonderland)

HELLO!!!! my requests are closed so normally i would have to decline this ask.. but i guess it’s ur lucky day anon because i’m actually obsessed with twst and this is my first request from this fandom so… enjoy! i love all these losers so there’s gonna be a good amount of hcs in this post LOL i’ll count it when i’m finished!! HELP MEEE THERE ARE 63 HEADCANONS. um, you’re welcome i guess this took 4ever!

also it sometimes makes me laugh when i put really serious and cool photos for my headcanons and then it’s just silly little tickling but uh. yes.

Riddle Rosehearts

hello so goldfishie is at least like a 7 on the scale. his worst spots: uhhh his neck (IDK I THINK IT SUITS HIM) and his sides!!

who tickles him the most? let’s see. floyd and trey are tied. but occasionally, if duece and ace see trey tickling riddle, they’ll join in as well.

it’s kinda funny when he’s tickled bc he gets angry (even when he’s enjoying it) so he’ll be like “let go of me this instant” and be disappointed when they actually do. however, he has too much pride to admit he didn’t actually want them to stop.

though he doesn’t always like being tickled. like, floyd has a habit of just tickling people whenever he feels like it no matter the time and place, which sometimes puts riddle into incredibly awkward and embarrassing situations.

he bites his lip to conceal his laughter but it’s like a river cuz the second a giggle slips out and it will, it’s over. he’s dead, he’s dying.

u know those people who want to retaliate so so bad, but they don’t dare think of it because they KNOW that they would receive it back tenfold?? well maybe that’s a little specific so u might not know people like that BUT RIDDLE IS LIKE THAT

but bro just needs more confidence bc the times he has tickled someone, he becomes an absolutely menace. he somehow has some kind of instinct for the best spots.

he can’t really tease all that well unless he’s really in the mood cuz he gets flustered hshghshs

Leona Kingscholar

sometimes this dude is like too lazy for tickles????? so this doesn’t happen too too often (but it does)

I GIVE HIM A 6!!!! his worst spots: hips and ribs (more hips thooo)

ruggie likes to tickle him to get him to wake up basically bc this dude will not get up for ANYTHING and most people don’t tickle him besides ruggie because who would dare??? anyways, once ruggie gets to his hips, he’s gone.

IDKKK I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD GET SOOO EMBARRASSED by tickling like that’s one of the only times u will see his face bright red, though he tries to hide it like he will look anywhere but at u lol

kinda scary if he gets u back tho cuz bro has no shame. all he cares about if that u are thoroughly wrecked. (this fact does not work well in ruggie’s favor, but how else is he supposed to get leona to wake up?)

he is a bit on the tougher side when tickling but never enough to actually hurt you

and somehow he’s a deadly teaser and knows how to hit it where it hurts?? flusters???? IDK sometimes it feels like he can read ur mind and know exactly what will incite the best reactions out of u and uses that to his advantage while he’s tickling u to death

his favorite thing about tickling is honestly getting to see the reactions on his victims face LOLLLL

Azul Ashengrotto

hi azul ashengrotto is my fav ever and that’s irrevelevanf but u should know anyway also he’s an 8 tbh on the ticklishness scale. (if i had my way, it would be 11/10 but i just can’t lie to myself)

his worst spot: HIS TUMMY AND HIS SIDES??? generic, i know. he hates it, because it’s the go-to spot and so right off the bat EVERYONE who ever tickles him knows his worst spot

he lowkey hates this laugh (no he doesn’t, he’s just embarrassed) cuz he snorts and like??? this sly, cunning businessman.. don’t tell me he… snorts when tickled..? wait he’s ticklish? YES HE IS AND YES HE DOES and he is so embarrassed by it

i feel like he probably would write a contract to keep someone from revealing his secret. that would be funny.

floyd and jade know and they’re ALWAYS using it against him. it’s like their main method of annoying him cuz what better way to mess with their boss than tickling?? well, they also use it for cheer up tickles mostly when he’s feeling self-conscious.

bros the type to like.. cover his mouth to try and hide his laugh. he’s not fooling anyone, everyone can hear his concealed laughter. it’s really easy to get his hands to move anyway, because if u get his worst spots, or occasionally armpits, he will be too busy trying to pry ur hands away lol but his face gets pretty red

he’s a sweet ler tbh i feel like he gives gentle tickles and never pushes the lee too far yk? like since i imagine him being really good at reading people, he will be observing their reactions the whole time so he can tell when they’re nearing their limit

that said, he’s a pretty mean teaser. he builds it up so u think it’s not bad at first but somewhere along the lines, he manages to say the most embarrassing things with no shame. “i guess it’s fitting for someone so adorable to be so ticklish.”

he tickles floyd and jade sometimes. sometimes when he’s in a bad mood, he takes it out on them by tickling them. again, never going too far tho.

he’s also the type to like gently and quickly scribble someone on their back or neck.. or poke them in the side as he’s walking by or if he’s trying to get their attention? ofc he only does this with close friends (and jamil bc my azujami heart can’t help it)

ANOTHER AZUJAMI HC BUT TICKLE HUGS AS THEY CUDDLE

Kalim Al-Asim

bros def a 9… 9.5??? SOMEHWEEE ALONG THOSE LINES. anyways, he’s very ticklish.

worst spots: def his chin and his thighs.

ALSO IDK I FEEL LIKE EVERYONE CAN TELL BUT HE DEF LOVES TICKLING. he likes being tickled, he likes to tickle, just he’s like “it’s a fun way to bond with friends”

if only jamil could agree. kalim jumps him and ambushed him with tickles. but it’s fine, because jamil absolutely wrecks him when kalim isn’t behaving or is being lazy. (why are kalim and leona so similar aka don’t wanna do shit sorry that’s mean but am i wrong)

kalim has a really loud laugh but it’s very distinct compared to his regular laugh, which is also very loud. many times, his laugh can be heard throughout the dorm and the students just sigh cuz they know what’s going on.

also i feel like kalim would be the type where after being absolutely destroyed, he’d be breathless and struggling to catch his breath and still be super energetic and all like “wow you got me good!!!”

can i say kalim sneak attacks???? like esp with jamil, but all of his friends always fear the wrath of kalim because they could be doing literally ANYTHING but he just pounces and tickles them whenever they least expect it

while most times he is pretty caring when tickling someone, there are times he gets to wrapped up in it and goes a bit overboard and someone has to stop him. afterwards, he feels super guilty so he will shower u with aftercare, hugging you and apologizing nonstop, offering snacks, you name it.

his tickles tend to be on the rougher side but not enough up hurt. it used to, but after realizing that some people don’t like it like that, he eases up a bit. since i said before that he sees tickling as a bonding activity, he wants to make sure that everyone’s having fun.

Vil Schoenheit

sorry i love vil he is so so pretty UHH BUT I THINK IM GONNA GIVE HIM A 4. idk i just can’t see him as all that ticklish.

unless….. UNLESS U GET HIS RIBS. the shrieks he lets out if u get him there are actually insane

rook is actually the most devious and feared tickle monster in all of NRC (REAL, NOT LYING) and unfortunately, vil is one of the people who suffers the most from his tickly endeavors. and sometimes it’s a bad thing and sometimes it’s a good thing.

first of all, vil isn’t all that embarrassed about being ticklish. now, that doesn’t mean he wants the whole world to know. he’s alright with being tickled or tickling someone as long as it’s in a private space.

he still blushes like a hyena tho (i don’t think that’s an actual simile but for some reason it was the first thing that popped up in my mind so it’s staying) but he will still be like “if you’re going to do it, just get it over with…” meanwhile his heart is pounding

expectantly, i mean who would have ever guessed, vil has the most graceful, beautiful, angelic, harmonic laughter anyone who’s tickled him has had the honor of hearing. it’s like a reward, not to mention the fact that sometimes it can be difficult to find spots that make him laugh. after all, most generic spots like his sides, can only incite a huff maybe?

he is like scarily good at keeping still while being tickled (the other housewardens could never). umm so any “keep your arms up” games that go on, he’s probably going to win LOL

pretty good ler but doesn’t do it too often. really only rook and epel, sometimes he thinks it’s a bit childish (even if he enjoys it)

BUT BUT BUT when he was training epel with etiquette, he would like scribble on epels back to get him to stand straight or yk just things along those lines. and for rook, he just goes crazy. (somehow he still manages to look gorgeous while doing it)

surprisingly gentle tickler, honestly it’s crazy. sometimes it feels like he isn’t even touching u with how light it is, which honestly just makes it worse because he makes u anticipating (i have no idea how to word this) yet still giggling and laughing lol

Idia Shroud

oh shit, this man. he’s so. 10.

he’s so extremely ticklish. like everywhere. except for his feet and neck. yay, the two spots people barely go for when he’s being attacked. like yeah, for the neck maybe a little scratch or scribble here and there but when he’s being wrecked, that’s not where people tend to tickle him.. how lucky.

blushy boy. his hair is red his face is red his ears are red. he wouldn’t even be as flustered if he was.. A LITTLE LESS SENSITIVE??? but when he’s laughing like a hyena (is this where i got the simile for the other one) he can’t help but feel ashamed

he loves it tho like i can tell u idia shroud loves being tickled and while he would never say it, everyone and i mean everyone knows. well, everyone who’s tickled him. i mean, he never tells them to stop. of course, it can’t go on for too long or he will start feeling uncomfortable but just the right amount will have him eating it up EVERY TIME.

bro def squeals tbh while like curling up

who’s that btw? the people who tickle him? let’s see: ortho (ofc, little bro always loves seeing his brother happy) and azul on occasion (when he’s feeling like a sore loser after a game he lost).. well this doesn’t make everyone a lot of people now taht i think about it. BUT MY POINT STILL STANDS

how could someone live being so flustered by tickling. yk those ppl in the community who struggle to say the word tickle? that’s him. idia shroud reads tickle fics!!…. okay maybe not, but he definitely blushes at the word “tickle”

he gets embarrassed tickling people back. unlike vil who rarely does because it’s “undignified”, he doesn’t it too because he’s too embarrassed. he’s never tickled azul (he wants to tho i swear) and he can’t tickle ortho because when programming ortho, he didn’t really have tickling in mind so obviously, he didn’t add anything like that in (he should tho and give ortho have a taste of his own medicine)

i feel like he would be an awkward tickler who slowly turns sadistic the more confident he gets, esp with the teasing. “hehehe, you’re a lot more ticklish than i thought. this is nice.” with a somewhat terrifying grin on his face

Malleus Draconia

i think i’d like to give him a 2 but when lilia is tickling him, it’s a 5? idk he’s not super ticklish and doesn’t get tickled often. also lilia has some kinda power that makes his ticklishness switch.. not really. he doesn’t know how it works either.

LILIA STILL LOVES TICKLING HIM THO and occasionally silver will join in if he’s not sleeping lol and sebek wouldn’t dare (even tho he wants to so so badly)

i think malleus has these super breathy buffs and giggles that are honestly so. just… damn. just wow. idk while they’re not the giggles most people would expect, it’s the kind of laugh that makes u want to keep doing it.

he lets u tickle him (as long as ur not some rando like y’all gotta be friends obv) but he doesn’t mind when lilia decides to tickle him

teases aren’t all that flustering to him either i feel like he would be the type to agree tbh. like lilia says “ur quite the ticklish boy aren’t you” and malleus is like “haha you’re right”

sweet ler, thinks it’s fun. he thinks u think it’s fun too. idk he just wants to have fun and he likes hearing people laugh and seeing them smile, but stops if they’re not enjoying it. also he is a gentle tickler.

honestly i feel like he wants to be in a tickle fight so bad but doesn’t because people are scared of him and that’s silly. idk lilia provides him with a lot of tickles and lilia lets him tickle him too if he’s feeling it, so he’s not all too down about it. he’s occasionally tickled even silver and sebek too (much to their embarrassment)

he doesn’t really tease he just smiles and it’s really cute and it makes u want to let him keep tickling u cuz he looks so happy which is just contagious and yes.

#tickling #headcanons #tickle headcanons #twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #twst tickling #ticklish #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #jai’s headcanons #kalim al asim #BRO I ALMOST FORGOT AB HIM IM SO SORRY???? #like how could i forget scarabia #i didn’t tho 😋 #more tags could definitely be added but i don’t feel like it?

[popponn]

popon my loveliest "grandma", here is my submission for ur event—which is as cute as u 😽:

one. my chosen fandom is blue lock, and my favourite is ofc, mikage reo <33

two. yes to au, and i choose high school au !

three. my chosen tropes are childhood friends to lovers and mutual pining

four. my name is saki, and i am a cancer and infj ! i'd like to add emphasis to my mbti bc i am super introverted irl, and i come off as a rly shy individual at first. but once i've gotten comfortable w u, i am rly talkative, and quite loud too ! i'm also super honest, but at the same time, i can filter the things i say in order to "people please". i'm also pretty sensitive when it comes to the things others say—for example, if someone accidentally insults me, i do think ab it for the rest of the day and do feel pretty hurt. i'm also an overthinker, and i tend to overanalyse certain situations. i think i am pretty caring, since i act like the "therapist" and "mother" of my friendship group, and i'm a realist.

i like and love hanging out w my friends, and i also love shopping (for my own things lol). i also like dressing up for special events (like a fancy dinner party or smth), and i like reading/writing. drawing and painting is also a fun activity for me, but i don't do it as much anymore bc i don't have the time to do so 😞 other things i like are letters written to me by my friends, cute stationery (motivates me to study hehe), pretty hair accessories, rice (i am a true asian), dark chocolate and iced lattes <3

things i don't like include onions (MAJOR EW), some fish, narcissists, selfish people, pick-me people🧍🏻‍♀️, wet humid weather, school-assigned texts (legit hating the one i have to read rn), insects, cramped spaces, people who like to show off (like bro actually stfu 💀)

i don't rly have favourite movies so i'll list my favourite k-dramas and anime hehe: 18 again, twenty-five twenty-one, twinkling watermelon, shooting stars, fruits basket, kimi ni todoke, attack on titan (☹️) and your lie in april <33

my love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch !! i tend to be v affectionate w those i'm close to, and i would wanna receive love in the same ways plus acts of service hehe

five. yes yes !! any language is fine, as long as if u can also incorporate some english songs too 🤍

six. GIRL THIS IS LWKY A HARD CHOICE but i choose fluff <3 unless u can do a combo of both but if not i choose full fluff (thanks !!)

optional question. i love reo's looks. literally i love his hair and ik u don't like it 😭 BUT I LOVE IT and i also love how reo is so charismatic and affectionate hehe <3 he's also so ambitious and hard-working and that is smth that i admire,, AND HE'S SMART ?!?!! smart men are so hot omfg !!!! his wealth is a good bonus but idrc ab these things <3 😸

i hope that's everything u need popon <33 lmk if i need to add more details !! I LOVE U SO SO MUCH and good luck w the event 🫂 MWAH MWAH thank u saur saur much 😽😽

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“so?” seeing his friend raising an eyebrow in challenge, or in question, reo uncharacteristically rubs the back of his neck. this topic has always been an odd one for him—it’s one that brings everything into a halt and makes it feel heavy to breathe, yet perhaps because it has to do with you, reo could never think of it as unpleasant. “you know i can’t just…” reo glances towards your direction, talking happily with your friends on the other side of the classroom, “…you know. it’s kind of complicated.” chigiri makes a face that would get him the role of a disappointed mother in a tv drama. “it’s not. you do realize the two of you got more matching things than my sister and her boyfriend, right? and those two are shameless. what the hell are you afraid of?” reo honestly could give chigiri a list there and then. but, with a part of his brain focusing solely on your smile, he merely leans against the window frame and sighs, “…yeah. i wonder.” it’s so simple that it has become the furthest thing from one—reo, unreasonably and consciously, tries to reason.

you peer toward reo discreetly. sitting across him just like this for the nth time, even after so so many years, you still find your heart skipping a beat and three each time you see him. it’s not hard to like reo. he has good looks, smart, talented, friendly, bright, and is still very much a hard worker despite his family upbringing. it truly makes so much sense why he is so well-liked and popular. you could give your own testament to that, after all.  from the very first day when he offered his hand and name to you, you have known that reo has a brilliance that only few could rival–and even then you would confidently say that no one could ever truly outshine reo in your eyes. you have shared many years with him, growing up with him almost like a confidant to a prince. you have seen many parts of reo and–at moments where he laughs victoriously and at moments where frustration gnaws at him–to every single piece of those, your eyes could only gaze at them fondly. and you are more than aware that being so close to reo, being able to see all of those, is not a privilege given to anyone. it’s because you stand behind the line called ‘a childhood friend’, never stepping on them even out of your selfish feelings, that you could have that privilege. and if, by any means, you could stay beside reo for a long, long time, by keeping those feelings silenced then– “hey,” a pen taps your book lightly, reo’s voice following along with a question, “did you find a question you’re stuck on?”

“i know you don't want to see me,” reo says to the phone—to you, still panting heavily as he leans against your door, “but at least—please listen to me.” you sit quietly on the other side of the door. your eyes still sting and you know you still don’t really want to see his face. you know you should just hang up. “okay, so,” reo begins, pausing for a moment, taking a deep breath. loudly and confidently he says, “i like you too.” you blink at that. not knowing how to react as your eyes widened. “what—” “i know you probably think i am a pathetic piece of turd right now but at least, i want to say this before everything else,” he continues on, fully relying on his heart and his teammates’ advice—going against every principle of calm businessman hammered into his brain. “i like it whenever we do something together, since long ago. i like it when we talk, i like listening to you, i like being listened to by you, i like it when we walk to school together—actually, can we keep all those even after this? i might actually go bald if we don’t. you still like my hair right—” “reo—” “i…” as if just realizing that he can no longer turn back, reo takes in a deep and sharp breath. after a loud embarrassed gulp, he repeats “…i like you. really like you. as a lover. please go out with me.” for someone who has been on the receiving end of many confessions, reo feels like a newborn baby fish. after all these years, it surely takes a lot of guts and courage—also a fucking stupid fight with you that he should immediately apologize for after this—just for him to spit all those words.

notes: @yoisami sakiii!! i hope u like this. i tried to potray it in a familiar, soft way that is kind of shoujo esque, i hope i succeeded. also purple and yellow because it's the color of the dawn, and hey reo's hair is purple which contrasts nicely with yellow haha .if it's just a bit entertaining for you it will be more than enough! :> i hope the angst is enough darling even tho it's only implied lolol thank you so much for joining my lil event babe, also happy new year! i wish u many many happiness ahead ₊˚⊹♡

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