#once everyone realizes he's just using it to get his bf days off

[strawberrysturniolo]

gaming // bf!chris

summary: you’re desperate for attention while your bf is playing a game with his brothers on twitch, and you distract him with a blowjob

My day has been filled with nothing but phone calls and stress. Work felt never ending, and when I finally clocked out, I had endless calls to make. 

I could feel my anxiety dripping out of my skin with every bead of sweat that fell. I hate letting things have this power over me, but how can I stop it? At some point it just builds up and I have no choice but to let it take control. Right now, I’m fully checked out of everything for the day. 

For some sort of break from life, I use my spare key to enter my boyfriend’s house. I would have given him a heads up and let him know I was on my way, but my phone was occupied with everyone else in the world, when all I wanted was to vent to Chris about my day so he could cheer me up like he always is able to. 

I lock the door behind me and head to his room, knocking once on the door before letting myself in. He pokes his head out, his eyes wide in surprise, and I notice when I hear Matt and Nick talking to him through his headset that he had no idea who could have been coming into his room.

“Oh, hi,” he says, finally smiling and relaxing a bit when he realizes it’s me. 

I toss my bag on his bed and kick my shoes off. “Hi.”

He nods his head to the monitor in front of him, and it’s at this moment that I realize that not only is he playing a game with his brothers, but he’s also streaming it in front of god knows how many viewers, who can all see me now. It’s a miracle I stopped myself from saying something vulgar before everyone heard. 

I whisper a “Sorry” before stepping out of the frame. 

When my back is turned, I hear Matt and Nick through the stream going, “Oooooo”

“Guys, shut up,” Chris says. 

“Who could that be?” Matt asks although he knows it’s me. They’re just trying to tease Chris for my unannounced appearance during the stream.

He turns around in his chair, moving his headphones so one ear is out. “You wanna say hi?”

I let out an annoyed sigh, already wishing I could take it back, and this only grows when Chris’ face falls, thinking I was reacting that way to him. That’s not the case at all, I’m just mentally and physically tired, and the last thing I want is to be interrogated with questions in the stream’s chat, or feel like I need to entertain people. 

“I’m not really in the mood,” I finally say.

Chris gives me a soft smile, noticing something is wrong. He always does. “That’s okay.”

He turns back to the screen, and it’s at this moment that I realize I’ve probably made myself look like a complete cunt in front of tens of thousands of people.. 

I walk behind Chris, bending over his shoulder a bit so I can see the screen better, scanning my eyes over the chat. “Hi guys, I’m sorry if I sound bitchy. I just had a bad day.”

Chris looks over to me and asks, “Wanna get ice cream later and we can chill?”

As silly as it sounds, one thing me and Chris have to do when we have a bad day is treat the other person to ice cream. It’s such a simple and somewhat foolish activity, but that’s the best part. When we have our days of stress, anxiety, and misery, we always make an effort to get ice cream to forget about our issues. 

“When is later?” I ask, getting excited for our plan. 

“In like an hour,” he guesses. “We’re still streaming.”

I nod, planning to designate this next hour to getting myself unready and trying to relax for the first time today.

As I undress myself, I can feel my boyfriend staring at me. I make sure I’m far from the camera, but my first thought when he stares is that I have just flashed our audience. 

I turn back around to double check, only finding my boyfriend with red cheeks and a stupid smile. He quickly turns back around. 

With my shirt and pants off, I purposefully let myself take more time to dress in something comfier, teasing him in front of a crowd of people online. I peek over my shoulder at him, finding him shifting uncomfortably. It’s relentless, like he can’t stop himself even if he tried. 

He has a full shot of my ass when I bend over and dig for a pair of Chris’ sweatpants, finally opting for his blue Fresh Love set. 

“Chris! Come on!” Nick shouts at him, noticing how distracted his brother has become. 

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he mutters before the sound of him clicking on his controller. 

I laugh to myself at the idea of him becoming distracted, a sense of confidence growing inside of me knowing that I was the one who made him that way. 

I stand next to him, staying out of the frame of the camera. I smirk at his boner, which only grows by the second. It’s prominent through his gray sweatpants. 

He notices me staring. “Stop it,” he warns through gritted teeth. 

I lower myself to the floor next to his gaming chair. My fingers take over, tracing over his thighs. He sucks in a sharp breath that is luckily mistaken as a missed shot on his opponent. 

He quickly reaches up to his headset, muting his microphone before he says, “You better be careful,” in his normal volume. 

“You better be careful,” I tell him. “You’re the one being watched by…” I peek at the monitor. “Seventy-five thousand people.” 

His eyes dart between the screen and me. “Are you just going to tease me and try to embarrass me in front of everyone.”

I pout a bit, insulted that he would think so lowly of me. “Of course not,” I assure him. “I’m going to suck you off, and you’re gonna behave and make sure no one knows.” 

He licks his lips, trying to act nonchalant. He does nothing but nod and sink a bit in his chair, making sure I will be completely out of the frame below him. 

He returns to his game, spitting out insults at his brothers and trying to seem invested in their game as they continue to play. 

My hands tug at the string of his sweatpants, loosening them before tugging them down to his thighs. He lifts his hips a little bit, helping me out without making anything too obvious. 

His black briefs hug his dick. His erection is so clear and tight against his underwear, I can see him leaking out onto the fabric. My pussy clenches at the sight. 

I trace my finger over where I know his tip is, following the pathetic splotch of pre-cum. His hips shift, and I squeeze his thigh as a warning. 

I press soft kisses to his clothed dick, peering up at him and watching his expressions change, trying not to laugh at his attempts of playing off his outward reactions to my touch to him as reactions to the game. 

I pull the last layer of clothing out of the way watching his cock smack his stomach before his pre-cum continues to leak, now onto the trail of hair between his belly button and his pelvis. 

I wrap a hand around him, stroking him lightly, spitting down on his tip and rubbing it on him through every stroke. His stomach starts to heave, already desperate for more. 

I poke my tongue out, licking over his slit and tasting what he’s been leaking for minutes now. I continue to spit on his dick, making a mess on him before taking him in my mouth. He rolls his lips into his mouth, trying his hardest not to make a sound. 

I swirl my tongue around his tip through every motion, taking him deeper over time. The sight of him struggling above me is enough to make me wet. 

“Alright we’re gonna take a little five minute break,” Nick’s voice echos. My eyes widen, and I find myself pulling Chris out of my mouth at the sound. “We’ll be back so just sit tight.” 

Chris quickly turns off his camera, pressing the mute button on his headset and tosses it onto the bed behind him. 

Then, his hands find my face, holding my cheeks as I take him into my mouth again. “Fuck, baby that’s so good.” His face contorts now that he can take advantage of the camera being off. “Oh my god, just like that.”

I continue to bob my head on him, his tip reaching the back of my throat each time. His stomach heaves harder now, his hand raking through my hair before thrusting himself deeper. 

My eyes widen before gaining a comfortable rhythm, drool beginning to drip down my chin as my mouth hangs open, getting sloppily fucked by my needy boyfriend. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he whines. “Fuck– Please don’t stop. Please, baby.” 

I nod, not wanting to take my mouth off of him and risk us losing time before the stream starts again. I lower a hand to his balls, rubbing and squeezing them until I can feel them tighten in my hold. His moans become strained, trying not to let his brothers hear us. Any other time he really wouldn’t care, but I know he’s worried about getting teased in front of fans, and the last thing we want is attention being brought to what we’re clearly doing. 

His thrusts become erratic, my eyes watering as he fucks my throat. I have to mentally encourage myself to keep going. 

“Ohhhhh, shit,” he groans. His eyes are screwed shut, opening when he feels my lips close around his cock as he releases his cum into my mouth. He watches me take it, his jaw slack. 

I pull his underwear up delicately, knowing he’s overly sensitive at the moment, before doing the same with his underwear.

I press a soft kiss to his lips, earning a pleased hum from him in response. 

“You look so pretty in my set,” he compliments me, his voice low as he presses a kiss to my shoulder. 

“Compliments to the CEO,” I grin.

He smiles back at me, hugging me tightly as we bask in the last few moments of silence before he jumps back on the game. 

#christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader

[cranberryjuice-posts]

Hi!! I love your Clarisse fan fics so much <3! I was wondering if you could right one with very very sweet reader being in a straight toxic/abusive relationship and she just takes it but never tells anyone. Her and Clarisse where enemy’s but secretly loved each other. Than one day reader was walking around with a bruise on her face horribly covered in concealer but if you were looking for something you could still see and Clarisse did, but not at first, she was coming up to you to bully you but than she saw the bruise and she got all upset and reader was confused because Clarisse always bullied her. Reader just brushed it aside and walked away but left her dagger at the table, so when Clarisse returned it she saw your boyfriend through the window smacking you in the face and she lost it. She didn’t even knock on the door she just bursted in and she didn’t want to make you upset so she grabbed you boyfriends arm and dragged him out to the forest and beat the living shit out of him. She ran back to see reader and comforted her and it ended up with both of them confessing their love for each other and maybe some fluff or smut towards the end, you choose! 💕💕

Thank you!!

Not talking bout boys

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Daughter of Aphrodite! Fem! Reader

An - yes reader has a bf them being a lesbian in the fic is important side note I have a smutty Abby fic and a cute fic for clarisse coming out on Valentine’s Day so look out for those two

CW - abusive relationships, dyke is used, religous trauma

Everyone knew who you were. You were a beautiful charming daughter of Aphrodite as well as the vice councilor for the Aphrodite cabin.

You were a sweet heart, always being the first to show the new kids around camp, ready to help settle disagreements and you were well known for being someone anybody could come to for relationship advice.

Ironic.

People would often tell you how much they wished they had a relationship like yours. Your boyfriend Logan a son of Athena. Brains and beauty that’s what everyone said about you.

Funny thing about people is that they never saw what happened behind closed doors. You tried not to blame him but it was hard not to.

Laying on the floor of the empty Aphrodite cabin your held yourself up with your hands, your tears dropping on the floor after he hit you, why? It could be for anything today however it was because you wore a too revealing top that attracted attention, attention that Logan didn’t like.

“Really?! How many times do I have to tell you to get it through your dumb fucking head huh?” Logan yelled at you, kneeling down he forced your head up. He glared at you for a moment before letting you go, grabbing you softly and hugging you. “I’m sorry baby” he kissed your shoulder.

“I’m sorry baby you know I don’t like hitting you but sometimes it’s the only thing I can do to get messages across” he frowned gently holding your face, his personality doing a complete 360 from before.

“I know” you whispered. Leaning into his touch you couldn’t help it. Something felt off however, his touch made you feel dirty and guilty, the furthest thing from love yet… yet you still forgave him and felt as though you needed him.

——

Days normally blured together, with mornings going normally with you slowly doing your makeup mainly because you wanted to look your best but also because you needed the extra time to cover the bruises — dozing off you hadn’t realized you used to little yellow concealer to hide the purple of the deep mark.

After about an hour you walked out of your cabin, walking towards the dining pavilion for breakfast. Being shoved to the side you watched as Clarisse softly laughed with her siblings clearly mocking you. “It’s impolite to not say excuse me” you softly spoke fixing yourself shirt.

Turning around she looked you up and down. You felt her gaze linger for a moment before turning more serious. “Go get your share I’ll catch up” she ordered at her siblings. Once they started to leave she harshly grabbed your chin turning it so your cheek was In direct sunlight. “The hell is this” she carefully examined the mark

“Nothing” confused you looked over at her slightly offended by the circumstances. “Besides why would you even care”

“Because I can— How the fuck did you get that bruise on your cheek? Someone deck you or something” she sarcastically laughed. Immediately you shook your head denying it. “No no I uh, I fell”

Clarisse looked down at you for a moment, taking her thumb she caressed the sensitive bruise. “Whatever… just be more careful” she let you go before leaving you alone, irritated and.. flustered?

——

You laid in bed looking up at the ceiling not able to think.

Reaching up to your chest you softly took the cross necklace, something your father had given you before you arrived at camp.

Thinking about your dad always brought bad memories, how he forced you into the church. The snobby kids and the religion forced down your throat. Not allowed to ask questions or question anything. But the thing that stuck with you the most was the treatment of gay people.

You personally had no problem with them, the gods themselves seem to be fine with homosexual relationships but… why did it always feel so weird to you. You knew things were different about you but this time you didn’t mean being a demigod.

The way you viewed your boyfriend vrs well.. clarisse of all people made you confused. When you were with Logan you didn’t feel the same butterflys as silena would constantly brag about getting with Charlie. When you kissed it felt forced, how his hands touched you it make you want to rip your skin out.

But..

How clarisse had grabbed your chin today… you rolled over and silently groaned into your pillow.

Clarisse the same girl that would shove you. The same girl that made fun of your archery skills and called you weak for being kind. The same girl that would gently run a hand around your waist when you were in line for food… clarisse the same girl, who looked at you differently from everyone.

Why did you feel like this, why did she out of everyone make you feel like an idiot, a love sick idiot at that.

You groaned once more into your pillow, not realize how loud you were until one of your sisters threw a throw pillow at your head telling you to sleep.

Laying back down on your back You Just looked back up at the soft pink ceiling. Sure you had always thought women were pretty, and while it was true you found yourself thinking about them how you should think about Logan— there was no way you were gay.. you had a boyfriend you were straight.

A straight girl

A… straight girl

——

A few days had passed.

You had been sitting inside the armory looking around as you waited for your daggers sheath to be repaired. Walking back you bumped into someone.

Before you could fall you felt a strong hand grab your waist, looking up you saw the curly haired girl who haunted your dreams.

“Watch where your going” she pushed you up helping you regain your balance.

You felt your cheeks turn red, “uh thank you” tucked some hair behind your ear embarrassed. Clarisse nodded taking note of your outfit of a camp shirt and shorts. She rolled her eyes. “Yeah whatever”

Charlie had decided to walk over finally “hey, sorry look were a little backed up but I can Promise your sheath will be fixed tonight alright?” He asked, You nodded before you could speak however clarisse scoffed “That’s bullshit, fix her sheath now”

“I just said i couldn’t”

“Whatever we both know it’ll take you five minutes—“

“It’s Fine Clarisse i don’t mind waiting” You looked up at her placing a hand on her forearm.

You smiled at Charlie as you walked out the armory. You left embarrassed by how clarisse had stood up for you, but also how you had touched her and how she allowed it.

Once you were gone Clarisse looked over noticing your dagger laying on the table. She swore you would loose your head if it wasn’t attached to your neck. “Fix her sheath now”

“Cl—“

“Did I stutter?”

——

You found yourself inside the Athena cabin with Logan while everyone else was at the bondfire, his siblings making teasing remarks as they left. He just shook his head before looking back at you. “Hey there sexy” he grinned, you stood between his legs with his hand on your thigh.

You cringed slightly but smiled. “Hey” playing with one of his blonde curls you felt his hand travel towards your ass. You grabbed his hand pulling it away “not today.. please I just really am not in the mood for it”

Logan rolled his eyes dramatically taking his hands off you and turning to face the books on his desk. “Of course” he complained.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked confused crossing your arms. “You know what it means— every-time we’re alone you don’t want to do shit I’m fucking over it, what’s the point of having a girlfriend if she doesn’t even want to make out with you”

“I’m just not that good of a kisser I—“

“Your a daughter of Aphrodite your good at everything love related, know what can you just stop with this bullshit” he stood up aggressively making you flinch back some. “Stop what” you looked down to afraid to meet his eyes.

Logan grabbed your chin harshly forcing you to look at him, it made you think back to clarisse how when she grabbed you it was almost gentle. You looked to the side and for a moment it was quiet, thinking he was done you heard Logan let out a scoff like laugh.

He pushed your head away. “Fuck you”

“What?”

“You know what you fucking slut.” He stepped towards you. “Can’t believe i didn’t realize it sooner” Logan continued to shake his head in disbelief. You tried to stand up for yourself but all you felt was a harsh slap met your cheek not even a moment later.

“Your disgusting, I see how you look at the other girls at camp— clarisse fucking la rue to be specific, I notice how you let your eyes wander on her, I bet you wish she was with you now huh?! I bet you wish she was the one who was kissing you huh?!” Logan tightly grabbed your face once again, tears brimming around your eyes. Trying to shake your head he just continued. “You disgust me- what would your dad think huh? To know his previous daughter was a fucking dyke

Logan jerked your head up forcing you to look at him before he hatefully kissed you.

It felt like forever, until you were suddenly dragged out the cabin. Looking up you saw clarisse having a tight hold on you.

It came back to you slowly, clarisse kicking open the door, shoving Logan into his bunk making him hit his head and now here where she started to take you across the camp

Her firm hold on your hand made you blush. It hurt how much you liked her and how much you knew you shouldn’t.

You watched as she yelled for everyone out of the ares cabin, letting out a string of offensives if anyone had something to say. Once they were gone it was quiet.

Clarisse led you to her bed setting you down gently before taking your face in her hands while examining the condition of you. “How Long” she mumbled.

“2 months after we got together” you quietly replied looking down. Clarisse pulled you into a hug, keeping a loving hold around you.

“I’m going to kill him” she tightened her grasp slightly, pulling away you shook your head “no, please I don’t want anyone knowing”

“Knowing how he treated you like shit”

“Knowing that I’m a fucking hypocrite clarisse!”You yelled, Clarisse kept quiet as this was the first time she’s heard you cuss. “Don’t you get it! How am I supposed to act if people find out that my entire relationship was toxic when im the one person most all people go to for love advice huh?! I’m a daughter of Aphrodite I’m supposed to be the person people admire! Imagine how embarrassing it’ll be to have people know I let my boyfriend hit me! And how the hell am I supposed to face anyone even my own father if they know im..” You choked on your tears leaning Into clarisse crying. She held you close not wanting to let go.

At this point you didn’t want to be anywhere else but in clarisses arms, where you didn’t feel forced or threatened you just simply felt loved.

——

You silently laid beside clarisse, just looking quietly into each-others eyes. Calmed down from your breakdown, You watched as she reached out fixing a piece of hair from your face. “..can I ask a question” she whispered. You nodded leaning some into her touch. “Are you.. are you gay”

After sone silence you nodded once again. “Yeah.. im not sure what I would be but.. I know for a fact I don’t like men” you admitted, a sense of anxiety washed over you. Clarisse continued to hold your face with an unreadable expression. “So a lesbian?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I guess so, I don’t really know much about queer identities anyways..”

“If You don’t like men Why did you bother to date Logan?” Her tone was sweet but confused. You couldn’t help but smile at the well known angry girl was now holding you with such care it made you feel butterflys. “I’m ashamed to be like this.. I’m not supposed to be a lesbian but I… am”

Before you noticed it, clarisse had leaned in kissing you. It was a quick kiss with her pulling away after a second. She muttered an apology while trying to leave, you however grabbed her before you could think bringing clarisse into another kiss, however this time it was longer and loving.

Sitting on your knees with your he daughter of ares fit in an awkward position you still continued to kiss her. Everything from before left your mind, how disgusting it felt up even kiss your boyfriend or now ex boyfriend, all you could think was how much you loved this girl.

Pulling away you kept your face close to clafisse. “I don’t understand.. I thought you hated me”

“Hated you.. really?!” She pushed back fixing her pose to be more comfortable. “I’ve been flirting with you this entire time”

“You Call shoving me around and calling me names flirting?”

“Yeah I—.. Look i don’t know shit about flirting but i thought it clear i liked you”

“No clafisse not at all” You laughed before moving to sit on the girls lap to kiss her. “Whatever it still worked Didnt it! Your here in my bed kissing me”

You lightly hit her with a smile. “I hate you”

“No you don’t” she laughed back kissing your cheek before looking at you, almost like she was trying to prove how much she loved you through just her eyes alone.

———

The following morning you had learned that Logan was currently in the infirmary with a long list of injuries you couldn’t even Name and your new girlfriend clarisse who was now being punished by Chiron. Aswell as the Ares cabin having a new found protective stance on the Aphrodite cabin

——

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[bealovesmarauders]

Heyyy! You said you were writing for Gilmore Girls, are you writing for Jess? If so, could you please write headcanons for him or anything you want to write really. If you don’t want it its okay ofc💕

grumpy x sunshine / jess mariano

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jess mariano x reader (headcanons)

wc: 700

a/n: thank you so much for requesting!! yes i do write for jess!! one of my fave bfs other than james potter and gilbert blythe. they’re all so<33  i’m absolutely obsessed with the grumpy x sunshine trope rn and jess with that seems perfect so that’s what im gonna write about if thats ok!!

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jess has always been the bad boy of stars hollow since he moved. that is a fact. and when he meets you it completely throws him off because how can someone be so happy and sweet, and so beautiful at the same time?

obviously he’s not known for being optimistic… so when you meet him while working at luke’s, you try to make it your personal mission to have jess smile at least once a shift

luke thinks it’s great that you two have to work together because jess badly needs a good influence, and you’ve known luke since you were young so you’re completely and entirely trusted with the shop when luke goes fishing and whatever

jess is astounded

and then the way you treat the customers

even kirk likes you- he thinks you’re a wonderful break from whatever the hell luke’s attitude is

you’ve memorized everyone’s regular orders and never fail to serve someone without a smile on your face

at first it kinda pissed jess off tbh because he thinks it’s an act and not genuine

but as he gets to know you better he realizes that you’re just a really lovely sunshiney person no matter what, and hey, maybe you’re rubbing off on him a bit after all

one time he leaves his book at the counter while he’s on a break and you run up to the apartment to give it to him, even though there’s a backlog of customers

“you forgot your book downstairs”

he kind of stares at you, a smile creeping up 

“thanks”

“you’re welcome”

more awkward pauses

“you should really use a bookmark, you know, it’s bad for the pages if you bend them like that”

“you read?”

“yeah. you should really start a new book, though. that one had a super unsatisfying ending”

“oh yeah?”

that’s when everything changes for him

the next shift he comes to work on your day off and you’ve left him a small package beside the coffee machine with his name in cursive on it

it’s a book

your handwriting is inside the front cover with a little note to him

‘for jess, this is my favorite book, don’t bend the pages please :)’

and then there’s a homemade bookmark

from then on you guys start trading books 

and he starts smiling at you more

you guys get closer and more attached, working perfectly in sync at the diner- you’ll have the fries done at the same time he’s grilled a burger, so that everything stays warm for the customers

jess also starts doing more little things for you: wiping down the counter, helping clean up so you can go home earlier, giving you all the tips in the tip jar even though technically he deserves half

until one day you come into work late, eyes rimmed with red, furiously blinking tears away

he’s never seen you like this, so obviously he has to fix it

because you’re y/n l/n. you’re the sunshine of stars hollow

lorelai and rory are there, and so he asks lorelai to help man the coffee 

jess takes you upstairs to his room, away from prying eyes, and asks you what’s wrong, cause he can tell

you just burst into tears

“hey hey hey, you’re okay, what’s wrong?”

cue protective jess.

through the tears you tell him how you’re overwhelmed with school, homework, the pressure to get into a good university, and how you feel like you’re supposed to handle it all by yourself

jess knows it’s not the time for wisecracks

so he wipes away the tears from your cheeks and listens as you talk

when you’ve calmed down, you hug him as a thank you

jess has never really been hugged before. luke and his mom aren’t very affectionate, especially physically

when you finally pull away, his touch lingers

and you kiss him on the cheek very quickly

that’s when jess knows you’re the one

you’ll always be his sunshine, even through both of your worst moments

and he knows he’s going to spend the rest of his life with you, and devote his days to hearing you laugh

but that’s a story for another time

i hope you like this!! thanks so much for requesting, sorry if this got a bit long or if it’s not what you're looking for. likes and reblogs are appreciated! <33

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[luvring]

bf headcanons for tsukki pls?

TSUKISHIMA RELATIONSHIP HCS

gn!reader | happy birthday tsukki...🫶🫶

king of saying "no" when you ask for a favour while doing it. you'll ask him to pass your glass of water and he'll say no but, without even looking, slide it to you

(risky) umbrella holder. like he Will hold it for the both of you, but he'll move away from and taunt you if you try to annoy him sometimes

^ likes it when you help dry his hair once you both get inside but he doesn't say that. though he doesn't really have to when he's falling asleep while you comb your hands through his hair

remembers if you have meds to take, an appointment coming up, etc. usually won't just bring it up to check with you, but will mention it while planning for things or if he notices you feel off

"guys will take the ugliest photos of you and think they're amazing" no he definitely knows which ones are objectively just like, not good. to be fair he Does find some of them pretty cute Despite how blurry/bad you might look

flips between an awful and good photo of you for your contact photo. you think it's Just the awful one until you check his phone one day and find out he does in fact have good photos of you which is crazy i know!

the guy who keeps getting all the upgrades and tools while gaming except he doesn't share with people. one of his only exceptions is you (sometimes you do have to threaten him though /lh)

also helps You study if no one else. kei is actually pretty good at figuring out the study methods best for you, and manages to quiz you on things you might have overlooked

wordlessly walks up behind you and waits for you to notice. will stand there in silence for like 10 seconds then makes fun of you for not realizing or laughs when you get scared

kei isn't really one to initiate pda, but if he sees his teammates (jealously) looking at you guys, he might put his arm around your shoulder, or talk about date plans just to be annoying. lol.

goes red if you come to watch his game and cheer, but uses it as motivation. < the rest of the team Will keep teasing him and Also using it to motivate him like "better look extra cool today, huh?" "you better not mess up today, tsukishima!"

! teaming up with everyone to tease him. give him a taste of his own medicine fr. and if he tries to throw anything back one of them can just go "tsukishima, is that how you treat your partner?" As if he's said something any more insulting than usual

of course he makes height jokes if you're shorter and not super bothered by them. Of course. at the very least, you can make it his responsibility to look above crowds, reach things for the both of you, etc in return

assumes he'd be the bigger spoon and is surprised if you pat the bed for him to be hugged instead. he finds it a little awkward, but to be fair he's awkward around all physical affection/cuddling in the first place. it takes time, but kei comes to appreciate being taken care of/held, though if anyone were to find out he'd want to poof out of existence for a bit

i think one cute trend that would really work on him is the one where you pretend your sweater smells weird, and when they bend down to smell too, you kiss their forehead. kei is about to tease you and ask if you made sure to throw it into the laundry, and immediately freezes when he feels your lips on his skin. he sits up and looks away and says you're annoying or whatever, but his cheeks are so so red

if you're one to wear one of his sweaters, or maybe just hold it while you're at his house, he either teases you for being needy or goes "is that my sweater?" and then does nothing about it. sometimes he won't even say anything. if you pay attention he'll be wearing whatever it was the next time you see him, and makes it a habit to leave something on his bed for you to grab

if kei sees you talking to his brother he Will try to drag you away or try (fail) to stare discretely. who knows what stories akiteru will tell you, or what you're both scheming.

anytime akiteru asks him about his relationship or how you're doing and does the whole older brother "you're growing up so fast" spiel, he wishes he could melt into a puddle

big quality time fan. if you're one to not be comfortable with physical affection, kei totally understands and is great with that. there's a lot of days where you guys just hang out in one of your rooms, go out to eat or see a performance, etc and as long as you guys are enjoying yourselves, that's all you need

....bad at flirting. like flirting that isn't you guys teasing/insulting each other back and forth. one time the guys were trying to "help him with his game" while texting you and he physically struggled to type their suggestions so he just turned off his phone and said he should block all of them. the most you'll usually get from him is energy of like, "you want me so bad it makes you look stupid" LOL

he tells you that celebrating his birthday isn't a big deal, and that you really really do not,, should not,, make it one. but if you're dating, it means you know him well enough to realize he Does appreciate gifts, and people caring about him.

he gets embarrassed and awkward when people sing happy birthday but who doesn't really. he stares at the cake you custom ordered or made yourself, and tries to ignore how loud everyone is singing. his eyes widen when you explain how much thought you put into your gift(s), and though he struggles with words, he thanks you and takes care to put it somewhere safe until he can appreciate it alone.

#haikyuu x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima fluff #i feel like ive done hcs for tsuki but. no idea where they are. if they even exist #scratches head looks around. well #Sorry taglist. im sleepy and supposed to be writing about adam smith / reading marx rightnow. godddd #x reader

[devildomwriter]

Hey...Do you think the brothers ever has gf/bf or maybe "patner" before In celestial realm or even in devildom. I mean people too afraid make a move on lucifer (busy and intimidating too) , levi too shy, belphie always asleep and beel....(?) Since asmo canon have a gf, satan knows a lot of people and mamon was a model (probably they have)

Do you think mc secretly have a fanclub in devildom? People too afraid to talk to mc since the bro's always glued to mc..

Thank you..... and sorry for my bad english

* First I just want to say you don’t ever need to apologize for not being fluent in a language. It’s very respectable just trying to learn another one, especially English because it’s a very difficult language if it’s not your first. Most English speakers still have trouble with grammar, myself included, and I go to college for it, so don’t ever feel like you need to apologize because you’re doing awesome ;)

For your first question did they ever have a partner? Besides Asmodeus canonically having one, no one else has had it confirmed in the game. However I have my own thoughts on this.

Lucifer is very intimidating and the people he doesn’t scare away may have ulterior motives so he may quietly try out a date or two to sniff out any motives. Even though he teases MC in season one about having many lovers in the past I feel like he’s never had a girlfriend/boyfriend/partner, but he may have had a one night stand here and there.

Mammon has definitely has partners in the past but not for long. This is mentioned in the game in chapter 1-3 that when Mammon takes a liking to someone they find themselves a wash in money until Mammon breaks it off. I believe Mammon has had a lot of flings in the past.

Leviathan has definitely never had a partner or even tried to.

Satan has probably had a few one night stands but I don’t think any relationships got very serious. He doesn’t seem like the kind to spend a lot of time away from his books and hobbies and wouldn’t originally have made time for a partner.

Asmodeus has had a million flings and thousands of partners but I don’t think he really considered these partners to be serious and saw them more as a fun time. After all, until he met MC he never cared for anyone above himself.

Beelzebub probably had a partner on accident in the past. He probably unknowingly said yes to someone when they gave him food and just went along with it until they stopped providing food or someone gave him better food. I believe people eventually realized he was just saying yes to the food and didn’t hold it against him. As for one night stands, he’s really shy but he may have tried it in the past.

Belphegor has definitely never had a serious partner but he may have had a few friends with benefits or flings in the past just to try it out.

I’d also like everyone to remember that Leviathan is the only brother confirmed and consistently stated to be a virgin.

Barbatos had definitely never had a serious partner but he used to be young and full of power once too so he may have slept around a few times though it seems to have been so long since then that even small interactions with MC make him blush wildly.

Diavolo has never had a partner. He’s had many friends but MC is the first time he decides to act on his feelings.

Simeon had stated in game that he’s never had someone like that in his life so he defeats hasn’t and Raphael having flings is out of the question. That angel only cared about his job and getting better at his job.

Solomon canonically has had many partners in the past. Since our Solomon and the biblical king Solomon are meant to be the same person, he had hundreds of wives and concubines in the past but those days are long gone and he’s likely not done much in the way of Love since then.

Mephistopheles states in Nightbringer that he’s not in a relationship and that talks of marriage are far away (although this is the past) and he firmly believes in a politically arranged marriage.

Thirteen doesn’t seem like she much cares for anything romantic but she may have had a fling once or twice in the distant past.

As for the second question. MC definitely has a fan club as they have received fan mail before and had a Devilpedis article written on them. They were also an urban legend in the sorcerer’s society, and are a huge public figure in the Devildom and crucial in connecting the three realms. It’s impossible that MC doesn’t have two or more fan clubs.

#obey me shall we date #obey me ask #obey me request #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me mammon #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles #obey me thirteen #obey me beelzebub

[sgnjimmy]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝔂'𝓼 𝓪 𝓛𝓲𝓪𝓻

joker x gn! reader

a/n: @thisyeargoodyear asked for this, and i shall deliver as i am here to serve to u guys🫡.

warning (s): none! only lovely sappy shit <3. (Not Proofread).

Bf!Joker does not express his love with words, and you, after some time together with him have learned to read his actions as words.

Bf!Joker like when he does this thing in where he holds your hand when you're about to drift off to sleep. A silent ‘i love you’, you came to realize. He holds it tightly but still gently, fearing he'll wake you up with his tough hands.

Bf!Joker is always holding your things for you. He will not let you trouble yourself around him, the taller man just wants to be used and abused by you, it makes him feel needed, useful. And not like when Wooin needs him, those are just jobs - jobs that he's not so happy about, to begin with-, but for you? Oh, god, he's running to get you whatever you need in a instant.

Bf!Joker can get very cranky when he doesn't see you. He understands that you're busy - or sometimes him - but he can't help, he's gotta see you at least once a day, or else his mood is thrown out the window.

Bf!Joker is a fan of hot showers but only if you're with him. He's not the type to take much time showing z he grew up poor so showers were just to take dirt off and never for the fun of it, they couldn't afford it. But now he does, he can, and loves too. He takes all the time in the world listening to you talks about whatever been or is on your mind.

Holding you in his arms while the two of you are sat on the bathtub, he plays with some bubbles in his hand in front of you.

“She's being such a pain in my ass. I did the assignment just like she told me to, but nooo, she also wanted this and that. Which she never wrote on the text. I'm not a fucking mind reader, for fuck's sake!” He can't help laugh at that.

“Hey, don't laugh, I'm pissed!”

“You right, ’m sorry.” Although he's sincere you can hear him smiling behind you.

“Sure, sure. But what about you, how was your day?”

“Normal.”

“Whoa, stop giving me so much details or we'll be here till mid night.” You can't help the sarcasm. You love him but he's always like this. Is funny but kind of frustrating at the same time.

“But it was normal. Nothing too exciting happened for me today, not like your story 'bout the ‘witch’.”

“Alright, stop mocking me.” You play and he tries to defend himself saying ‘I'm not!’. “I just feel a bit bad making you listen to me and my bullshit all the time.”

“But i like it.” He lays a kiss on your shoulder. “Didn't see you all day, makes me miss you. I love your voice, y'know. Can listen to you ramble all day long and 's like heaven.” Another kiss right on the same spot.

He can be so romantic sometimes, and you know he's not even trying, which just makes him so much better at it. He, like everyone else had his flaws, but you don't mind them att all when he's like this. Or when you know he's trying his best for you, all of the time.

Bf!Joker never fails in making you feel loved.

#joker windbreaker #joker x reader #joker wind breaker #wind breaker x reader #sabbath crew #windbreaker webtoon #x reader #gn! reader #✓ sgnjimmy's works

[arcadian-litterateur]

sick of kissing you in my head (when can it be real instead?) | modern au!gally x fem!reader

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summary: your boyfriend, gally, is across the country, and despite the struggles a long distance relationship can bring, your love is strong enough to carry you through the long distance season of your relationship. but spending your birthday without him is different than spending normal days separated, and you know deep down that nothing will make you happy on your birthday when he’s all you need.

word count: 8k holy—i really didn’t even realize how long this was till i checked the wc omg

warnings: emotional meltdown, mention of anxiety and anxiety meds, brief mention of panic attacks

a/n: hey guys! i love love love the song this is based off of: all i need (the distance song) by avery lynch. it's such a good song. this was supposed to just be fluff about visiting your bf gally, and then it turned into a whole thing lol. so yeah, i hope you guys enjoy this long ass one shot. i really really enjoyed writing it.

“𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦. 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥. 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥.”

𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 onto my side, legs brushing against my sheets, I smile at the FaceTime call on my phone, but it's bittersweet. On the other end of the video call sits my boyfriend, the soft smile on his face mirroring my own. From where he sits, I can see the San Francisco skyline out his hotel window, highlighted by the rising sun.

“I miss you,” I mumble, studying the lines and contours of his face and wondering if they've changed since the last time I saw him in person. If I've missed any change; any detail while we've been separated. If anything has changed or tipped the balance since we've been apart. 

I'm not insecure in my relationship with Gally, but be long distance for enough time and everyone gets in their head about it. Catches themselves wondering; doubting.

“I miss you more every time we have to part,” I add, watching the bitter take over the sweet in my boyfriend's eyes for a few seconds before he replies.

“I know, baby, I know.” His gaze wanders into the space between the atoms, his mind leaping forward into the future as he assures both me and himself, “Once my contract with WCKD Enterprises is up, I'll be able to move back to Denver. We'll be back in the same city.”

My smile is tired, only half there, and Gally knows it. It's been months since I've held him in my arms. This long distance routine is wearing us both out. We're both running out of steam—not for each other; not for our relationship, but for the complexity that being long distance has brought to our relationship. Conflicting schedules, spotty internet, the deprivation of physical contact with the person we crave it from the most…it's all beginning to pile up, and we both know it.

In an attempt to change the subject, I ask, “When is your flight back to Chicago again?” I already know, but I'm not sure what else to say, and besides, it's always good to check.

“Your birthday,” comes the cheeky reply, my eyes rolling of their own accord as I secretly admire the handsome grin on my boyfriend's face. But all too soon, his grin fades.

“I'm sorry I can't be there for your birthday,” he says gently. I wave him off, assuring him that I'll be just fine.

“Bren, Tes, and Sony are planning something. Won't tell me what, though.” I sigh before admitting, “It won't be the same without you. But your work's important.” Gally smiles gratefully, but there's cracks in the smile, and my stomach sinks. Guilt over my last comment settles in my digestive tract. “Sorry,” I mumble.

“No, no, don't apologize,’’ Gally says quickly. “You're allowed to be sad that I can't be there.” His amiable grin morphs into a scowl, “Tried to get Janson to give me the time off, I really did. But that rat wouldn't do it.” I give Gally what I hope is a reassuring smile.

“It's okay, babe.” We fall into silence, not necessarily comfortable, but not bad either, before Gally interjects,

“It'll be nice to be in my own apartment, though. I'm getting sick of all these Californian hotels. I'll be glad to be home, smog and noisy L-trains galore.” I chuckle, knowing that Gally loves Chicago because of its quirks, not in spite of them.

Still, Denver has always been home to me. But Gally and I've decided to cross that bridge when we get to it. We've got enough to think about as it is.

I'm trying to come up with another conversation topic, since I don't have work until later today, but unfortunately, Gally isn't so lucky. It’s the perks of working from home as a crisis hotline counselor, I guess. The hours aren’t as demanding, since the work itself is.

“Shoot, I have to go,” he hisses. “I'm sorry, princess. I'll call you tonight?” I nod, forcing myself to look forward to tonight's call, rather than be sad that this one is ending. “Alright, good that,” Gally grins. “I love you, babe!”

“I love you, Gal,” I smile and wave goodbye. The half-baked grin melts right off my face once he's hung up. Gosh, I miss him so much. 

There's only so much comfort a video call can give.

Teresa calls me soon after Gally hangs up, blabbering on and on about a date she'd had with some guy named Ben, but I can't focus on her stories like I normally would. Usually, I'm all in to hear my friend's tales, but my mind is still fixated on the miles separating Gally and I. Something in me wonders how much longer we'll be able to go without holding each other. How much longer we can stand to be separated.

When we first started dating, I could have gone months, as long as we were still interacting. But as my love for Gally increased, the length of time I could stand to be without him decreased. 

I'm fully, unashamedly in love with Gally now, and part of me wonders what I would do to be living in the same place as him. To be in his arms for good. The easy answer—the most raw answer—is anything. I'd do anything for him.

“(Y/N)?” Teresa's voice brings me out of my thoughts, her suspicious tone confirming that she's noticed my lack of focus today. “You weren't listening, were you?” To an outsider, her tone might sound harsh; reproachful, even, but I know her too well. She's not mad. Just annoyed she'll have to repeat her story if she wants me to hear it.

“I'm sorry,” I mumble, and it's sincere. I am sorry that I lost focus. But I don't apologize for pining after my faraway boyfriend. There's no reason to, for one, and two, I won't ever apologize for thinking of him. For missing him. 

Teresa is grinning at my distracted tone, I can tell. Even through the phone, I can tell. “You're good. Dreaming about your bae, aren't you?” 

I don't hesitate to admit, “Yes. I miss him more than I thought was even possible.” I hear Teresa's hum from the other end of the phone.

“You need to see him,” she declares. I scoff.

“Believe me, I know, and we're trying to figure out when he can next visit, but we're both just so busy.” Teresa clucks her tongue, the sound distorting oddly through the phone speaker. I imagine it running across the telephone poles, through the wires, twisting and bending and knotting out of shape as it flies all the way to me.

“I didn't mean like that, (Y/N). You need to go see him.” I chuckle, I wish I could.

“He's busy, Tes. Besides, he isn't even in Chicago right now,” I reason. This doesn't deter her.

“Well, when will he next be in Chicago?”

“His flight's on my birthday.” 

“That's perfect!” Teresa squeals. 

“How is that perfect?” I huff.

“You can fly out and spend your birthday with him! Surprise him!” 

I actually laugh at this. “Um, no, I can't. I don't have the kind of money to just throw down for plane tickets. Besides, weren't you, Brenda, and Sonya planning something?” 

“Well, yeah, but we could always change plans if we needed to,” Teresa says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. On any other day, I would entertain this kind of silly daydreaming, but today, I already felt lonely enough.

“Sorry, Tes. Those spontaneous decisions are not my cup of tea,” I sigh, and I think she can tell I'm shutting the conversation down. She lets it go, and I thank her silently, forcing the ache in my heart left by Gally's absence to venture to the back of my mind. If I waste the day away, it'll be evening again, and then he'll call, just like he said. 

And so despite the fact that I know wasting the days away is bad for me, I do it anyway. Just today, I tell myself. Just today.

Of course, I know I'll do it again tomorrow, and the next day, and all the hours in between my calls with Gally. It's ridiculous, how they all say having space helps one think clearer, when having space just distracts me by making me miss him that much more.

When he's gone, I'm reminded that much more that he's all I need.

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𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 p.m. by the time Gally calls, his eyes lighting up when he sees me despite the exhausted, burnt out look on his face. I'm equally as ecstatic as he is to revel in the gaze of my lover, both of us simply brushing every inch of each other's faces with our eyes, memorizing each other for the millionth time. It won't be the last time, either. I could never get tired of scanning my gaze across his skin, memorizing every inch of his beautiful face. 

In our current situation, it's the closest I can get to kissing every inch of his beautiful face.

Gally is the first to break the silence, and I'm okay with it. He's the one who's had a long day. He knows what he needs to talk or not talk about. I just love hearing his voice. 

“How was your day, baby?” he asks, a tired sort of happiness seeping into his voice. Like I'm giving him some kind of rest just by smiling at him.

“It was good. Uneventful.” I shrug, knowing that I'd barely moved from the chair I occupied now. “The real question is, how was your day, my love?” 

Gally grins at the pet name. He always does. It's the same reaction that I have whenever he uses terms of endearment on me. It's our own personal love language of sorts. How many different ways can I call you mine?

“My day was okay,” Gally says quietly, sighing when he sees the look on my face. The one that tells him to lay it on me; rant if it'll make him sleep better tonight. “Well, it was…mediocre,” he amends, running a hand through his short hair. “Tim was being an ass. As always.” I nod sympathetically, understanding the deep hatred he harbors for his coworker.

Why Gally doesn't like Tim, I'm not exactly sure, but I know it has something to do with taking credit for a project that Gally did all the work on. It resulted in a harsh lecture from their boss for Gally, who was presumed to have slacked off, and a promotion for Tim. 

Anyone who knows Gally knows that he would never slack off. He takes duty and work seriously; more seriously than anyone else I've met, in fact. I know my boy. He wouldn't hurt his company's productivity, even if his boss is an asshole like Janson.

“I'm sorry Tim was giving you trouble, baby,” I croon, watching the aches and tension of the day seeping out of his stiff shoulders at the sound of my voice. His smile weaves its way back onto his face. It's a soft, vulnerable smile, the one that makes me want to take him in my arms and just hold him like the precious treasure he is.

“I wish I could hug you,” Gally groans, rubbing his chin with his fingers before trying to regain his composure. “Sorry…I don't mean to bring everything up again. I just…I just miss you.” My comforting smile wobbles, knowing that those same thoughts are eating away at me inside, but I bring the happy thoughts back to the surface and my grin rights itself.

“Soon, love, soon,” I murmur, knowing I can't truly promise anything with how busy our lives have become. But soon doesn't have a time slot or expiration date. I can promise soon and define it later. All I know is that it brings a smile to my boy's face, and that's what I need right now. 

We spend the rest of the night talking, lifted by the promise of Soon, love, soon, knowing that it could very well mean a long, long time. 

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𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗦 in my bedroom window, blinding me when my eyes flicker open. But once I blink away the black spots in my vision, I see that the sunlight isn't the only reason I was pulled from the comforting arms of sleep. 

Brenda, Teresa, and Sonya are standing at my bedside, my sheets in a bunched up ball in Sonya's hands. I groan, trying to roll away, but Bren, ever the fearless one, grabs my shoulder and pulls me back to face them.

“Get up, (Y/N). No spending the day moping,” she orders. I heave out an exaggerated sigh, making my body intentionally limp as Brenda and Teresa each grab one of my arms, pulling me upright until I have to support my own weight. 

“Sometimes I really regret giving you guys my apartment passcode,” I comment, leading Sonya to pinch my arm. I yelp, rubbing the red mark as I get manhandled out of my pajamas and into a new outfit by my best friends. “What—what are you crazies doing?” I splutter, quickly taking the pair of jeans from Teresa's hands before she can try to shove them on my legs, opting to put them on myself. 

“We aren't letting you mope around until Gally visits. Who knows how long that would be? It's not healthy,” Sonya explains, linking an arm through mine as the three girls drag me to the bathroom. Brenda shoves my toothpaste-loaded toothbrush into my hand as Tes starts pulling my hair brush through my hair.

“Ow,” I complain around a mouthful of toothpaste suds, pulling away from Teresa's assault on my tender scalp momentarily to spit. She and Sonya make quick work of my slightly frizzy hair, tag teaming it to create a fun yet elegant braid. 

“Beautiful,” Sonya sighs, leaning back to admire her handiwork. Brenda, on the other hand, seems to have some kind of mental checklist, full of all the tasks she must see me complete.

“Breakfast is next,” she commands, and I find myself being pulled into my kitchen, watching helplessly as my friends dive into making us a scrumptious, sugary feast.

I have to admit, the fluffy blueberry pancakes filling my stomach certainly make venturing out into the world much easier than I expected. I only feel the need to text Gally three times before leaving my apartment with my friends, rather than the usual five to ten. Whether these texts are to let him know I'm fine or to make sure he's fine, I've never been able to figure out. Maybe they're both. Either way, it's a good thing Brenda shoved my meds into my hand before breakfast. 

When I'm here alone, I don't take them. Sometimes I skip them on purpose, sometimes I just forget. But either way, I don't take my anxiety meds unless Brenda is there to shove them down my throat. Thinking about it, I'm grateful she's here to force me to take them today. With all of these mixed up feelings about being separated from Gally for so long, having more control over my anxiety will be good.

A day shopping with my best friends is a good distraction from the painful loneliness I've been feeling without Gally. It's not exactly a cure, but it's close. My friends know this; know their own limitations, and so they do the best they can.

And I'm so grateful that they've put in the time. Put in the effort. All for me.

“Thank you,” I whisper to them as we sit in our favorite coffee shop, sipping oat milk lattes. 

“Of course,” Brenda immediately responds.

“We love you,” Sonya adds.

“We know we aren't your boy,” Teresa chimes in, “but we're your best friends, and that means we stick by you. No matter what.” She leans over to rub my arm. “When you're down, I'm down. We wanted to help pick you back up.”

The smile on my face is genuine for the first time in a long time, knowing that my friends love me enough to support me despite having the knowledge that they can't give me everything I need. They give what they can, and accept me when it doesn't fix everything.

I haven't always had friends this good, and I look up at the sky, thanking the heavens that I've been blessed with such good friends now.

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𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 before my birthday, I can’t get Teresa’s half-joking, hare-brained idea out of my head. Realistically, I know that the likelihood that I could find a flight on my birthday to Chicago that isn’t full (or way too expensive) is slim. Realistically, I know that I don’t have the money for plane tickets right now. Realistically, I know that flying halfway across the country on a whim to see my boyfriend is ridiculous. 

But when Gally sends me his flight information, knowing I like to watch his progress and get confirmation when he lands safely, I find myself checking flights from Denver to Chicago, telling myself it’s just out of curiosity. Because what if there is a flight to Denver from Chicago on my birthday? What if there is a possibility that I could see Gally on my birthday? What if there is a chance that I could have this gift; the only one I truly want?

If there’s even a chance to see Gally on my birthday, I want to know. 

Gally’s flight information is pulled up on my phone, which is next to me on my desk as I scroll through flights on my laptop. My right thumbnail is between my teeth, bitten down to the quick and then some. It seems that flying is a popular travel option right now, as flights are filled even into places like Dawson County, Montana. Every flight I find from Denver to Chicago is either full or too expensive for someone just out of college, like me. The cheapest is $374, and I know rationally that blowing through that much money would be devastating for my finances. 

I swear under my breath, angry at myself for even getting my hopes up. It was a stupid idea to check the flights, and I find myself wishing I could go back in time to stop myself from looking. The disappointment grows even larger knowing that there would be a way to get to him if I wasn’t a broke post-college student making minimum wage in the Mile-High City. Then the disappointment and anger melt away, leaving me with a heart wrenching sadness that feels so empty and yet so all-consuming that I can’t help but break down into tears.

I don’t want to let myself cry about a silly daydream that was unlikely to happen anyway, but I’d let myself entertain the thought of seeing Gally soon; of holding him close and kissing him until we couldn’t breathe, and now everything else seemed pale in comparison. It wasn’t that my life had no purpose outside of him—I’d made it very clear when we started dating that the two of us needed to make sure we had lives outside of our relationship, too. But Gally had become a part of me; my favorite part of me, in fact. I was perfectly happy with the life I had, but Gally made it even sweeter. And knowing that sweetness was mine but was inaccessible made the absence of it even more palpable. Even more unbearable.

Crumpled into a heap on my floor with tears slowly leaking from my eyes is how Teresa finds me when she opens my door fifteen minutes later. “Hey, girl—” she calls before seeing me, rushing to my side with a worried, “Oh, my gosh, what’s wrong, (Y/N)?” I just shake my head, the waterworks turning back up to full blast.

“I miss him so much,” I sob as she gathers me in her arms, unable to care that I sound pathetic. 

“Oh, I know, darling, I know,” Teresa coos, rocking back and forth with my shaking body, whispering comforting words into my ears just like she always does when I get so worked up. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, hand flying up to wipe the snot from my nose, but of course, the minute it’s gone, more replaces it. I’m past the point of an easy calm-down, instead finding myself close to the edge of hyperventilating. Thankfully, Teresa isn’t a stranger to my emotional meltdowns, and she isn’t afraid of them, either. Instead, she’s the kind of friend who will take my hand and guide me through it.

“Did you take your meds this morning?” she asks cautiously, to which I shake my head in embarrassment. Tears are still pooling in the corners of my eyes as I manage to get out,

“I’m sorry.” 

Teresa just shushes me calmly. “Don’t apologize. It’s in the past now. I just wanted to know.” I nod shakily, the soothing pressure of her hand rubbing my arm helping me steady my breaths slightly. “What set you off?” she queries, squeezing me a bit tighter when the tears speed up again.

“I—I decided to check the flights for my birthday,” I answer, sniffling as my best friend strokes my hair lovingly. “It was stupid, because it just made me upset. They’re all too expensive, and I knew they would be, and it just made me miss him so much more.” Admitting it out loud makes me feel even dumber, the guilt creeping into my stomach. “I did this to myself,” I mumble. Subconsciously, my nails find their way to my arms, digging into the delicate skin and leaving pink crescents behind. Teresa pulls my hands away from my arms quickly.

“Stop blaming yourself. You did nothing wrong. I would’ve done the same, (Y/N).” I know she’s trying to comfort me, but I just squeeze my eyes shut.

“Yeah, and it wouldn’t have caused you to end up on the floor like a pathetic child.”

“(Y/N)! Stop!” Teresa scolds me. “Stop with the negative self-talk.” I try to protest, but she fixes me with that no-nonsense look that can get anyone to agree to anything, and I find myself nodding meekly. “None of this is your fault. You’re in a difficult situation, being separated from your boyfriend, and your heart isn’t sure how to handle it. That’s okay. You don’t have to know how to handle it perfectly yet.” I sigh, leaning into my best friend’s shoulder, feeling slightly calmer now. She always knows the right words to say when I’m in too deep to think straight. 

Teresa coaxes me into the kitchen to drink hot chocolate once my breathing has steadied somewhat. She’s looking at me with an odd look that I can’t quite place, as if she’s…proud of me?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask warily over the top of my steaming mug. My best friend grins, staring at me for a couple more seconds before replying,

“You’re just, like, the strongest person I know.” My face turns what I assume is beet red at the compliment, not expecting such high praise from the woman who just held me in her arms as I sobbed like a baby. But then again, Teresa is special. She doesn’t judge based on outward appearances or impressions. She can see right into the heart of people, as if she can sense their goodness; their potential, and then she nudges them down that path. Helping them choose the sunshine. The good side. The light.

Knowing her compliment is slightly overwhelming, Teresa shrugs and changes the subject so fast I think I get whiplash. “You should call Gally,” she suggests. “Tell him that you were missing him and ask him for some love.” I cringe, turning away from her.

“I don’t want to make him feel bad that he isn’t here. I think I’ve already done that too much this week.” 

Teresa scoffs, “That’s nonsense. He’ll be happy that you reached out to him after your meltdown. He’ll be touched that you wanted to let him know how you’re doing. He’ll feel honored that you’re willing to be vulnerable with him.” I know deep down that she’s right; that the only thing he’d do is make me feel better. Never after calling Gally do I feel worse. I know I’m just scared to hurt him, but he always assures me that I don’t need to harbor that fear. I don’t need to hold onto that anxious voice in my head that whispers, You don’t deserve him.

I can even imagine him next to me if I try hard enough, murmuring, “You’re perfect, baby,” when I grow insecure. Whispering, “I’m so lucky to have you” in my ear when I doubt myself.

“Okay,” I agree, letting Teresa take my phone and FaceTime him. Despite the fact that it’s the middle of the work day, Gally picks up on the first ring, a concerned look decorating his handsome face.

“Teresa? Wha—” 

“She’s fine!” Teresa rushes to assure him, motioning for me to join her on the couch. I pop my head into the frame, wincing as I see how swollen and puffy my face is. Gally’s forehead immediately creases upon seeing me, obviously still worried when he sees the tear stains on my cheeks.

“Babe, are you okay?” he asks. Teresa silently asks if I want to take the phone, but I shake my head. My hands are still slightly shaky, and holding the phone is an added stressor. Teresa understands and angles the phone towards me.

“Yeah, I’m okay, don’t worry,” I whisper, my boyfriend’s shoulders relaxing only slightly. “I just had a bit of a meltdown. Teresa found me and helped me calm down.” Gally’s eyebrows soften, his mouth tilting down in a sympathetic frown.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “What happened?”

“I just miss you,” I mumble sheepishly after a second’s pause. It seems kind of silly once I admit it out loud, and I start to duck my face away when Gally gets my attention.

“Hey, (Y/N), (Y/N),” he says, waiting until I’ve turned back to him before continuing, “You don’t need to feel embarrassed. I miss you, too, okay? I miss you so much. You don’t need to feel ashamed for struggling.” He waits for me to respond, and I nod slightly. Truth be told, just hearing his voice has made me feel better; stronger. There’s something about his comforting, strong tone that soothes me. Just his voice can make me truly believe in myself. I swear, this man could make me believe anything as long as he says it aloud. 

“Thank you for picking up,” I smile, finding my mood lightening as a grin finds its way back onto his face. “Seeing you helped.” Gally blushes slightly, rubbing a hand along his chin.

“I’m glad I could help, baby.” Offscreen, someone gruffly commands him to get back to work, and he mutters an apology before turning back to the screen. “I’m sorry, but I have to go. But call me if you need anything, okay?” I nod, trailing my eyes over his freckles one more time as he thanks Teresa for taking care of me and then hangs up.

“It helped?” she asks, as if double-checking to make sure I truly am feeling better.

“Yeah,” I grin sheepishly. “You know what you’re talking about.” With a roll of my eyes, I joke, “You should be a counselor for a living. At this rate, you’re better than me at my own job!” Teresa just laughs.

“Well, now that you’ve cracked a joke, I know you’re feeling better.” She pulls me into a hug, and I gladly return it, silently wondering how I got blessed with such an amazing best friend.

“Hey, I’m here for you,” she reminds me one more time as she leaves, her meticulous check-ins a promise for the next few days.

“I know,” I assure her. “I promise I’ll call if I need to.”

“Good,” she says, smiling as she waves. “I love you, babes!” 

“I love you, too, Tes!” Feeling a bit lighter, I wave back as I close my front door.

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“𝗜 𝗖𝗔𝗡’𝗧—I can’t take this,” I stutter the next day, wide-eyed at the wad of cash Teresa is currently shoving into my hands. Brenda and Sonya are flanking her on either side with looks that imply they’re attempting to telepathically convince me to take the money. 

“Yes, you can,” Teresa sighs exasperatedly. “Like I already told you, it’s the money we were going to spend on your celebration pooled together. But we all know you’d rather spend your birthday with Gally, and we want you to be able to, so we’re giving you the money for that plane ticket you couldn’t afford. It would be a waste to throw you a party you don’t want to be at. Helping you see your boyfriend is a much better use of that money. We all agreed.” Brenda and Sonya both nod, Teresa shoving the cash even further into my palms. I take it shakily, counting silently as I gape at them. “But—but this is nine hundred bucks! I can’t—I can’t take this, I’m sorry!” 

“Don’t be sorry!” Brenda sighs. “Just take the money! It’s our birthday present for you!” I look back and forth between my three best friends, realizing that there is no way they’re letting me reject the money. But it feels so weird having this many fifties weighing heavily in my grasp. 

“Please take it,” Sonya says softly, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. “We want you to be able to go see Gally. We want you to enjoy this birthday. You’ll be giving a gift to us by making this impulsive choice to do what makes you happy.” My resistance gets melted away by her words, knowing that this was their tactic all along. Get (Y/N) all toughened up to the ‘just take it’ ruse and then let Sonya slip under her defenses when she least expects it. But I’m not annoyed by it. Instead, I let Teresa close my fist over the cash.

Immediately, the three start cheering, but before I can even blink, they’ve moved on from celebrating and are pushing me towards my laptop where, just as I’m sure Teresa suspected, the flights from Denver to Chicago are still pulled up. Teresa obviously asked Gally to share his flight information with her, because she seems to have it memorized as she scans the flights. 

“Alright, here’s the best one,” she announces after a few minutes of looking. “United, nonstop, leaving at 9:30 a.m. MT and arriving at 12:56 p.m. CT. It’s in the same terminal as Gally’s flight, and he lands at 2:23 p.m. CT, so that gives you a little over an hour to get to his gate and wait for him. Sounds good?” I nod wordlessly, still slightly in shock over the way my best friends have handled this so nonchalantly, as if their friend flying across the country on a day’s notice is just a normal part of their lives. 

Sonya pulls me towards my room as Brenda takes the stack of cash back from me, mumbling that Teresa insisted they have it for show but was just planning on Venmoing the cash to me. I laugh at our friend’s antics before following an impatient Sonya, who grabs my suitcase from my closet and starts making a list of what I should pack.

“We’re not buying you a return flight,” she explains, “because we didn’t know how long you’d want to stay, and we figured you didn’t know either. Just bring your work stuff and you can work from Gally’s apartment, and use the rest of the money to buy a return ticket when you decide to come back.” I shake my head in awe at the schemes of my friends, who have obviously thought of every single anxiety I could have because of this plan and have set out to refute them. 

With Sonya helping me pack, a task that would usually take me at least three hours, two cups of coffee, and a panic attack is done in under one hour, no coffee or panic attacks in sight. While I wouldn’t have minded the coffee, the no panic attack part is nice, and I decide I can live without those two cups of coffee if it means my peace of mind is intact. 

And the next morning when Teresa drops me off at the airport, my medicine taken and an ample breakfast eaten, the nervous butterflies in my stomach don’t feel scary. In fact, they feel almost…exciting. And I feel crazy for doing this; for flying halfway across the country to surprise my boyfriend so I can kiss him on my birthday, but I also feel so alive.

And today, the idea of living doesn’t seem as scary anymore.

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𝗔𝗦 𝗜 wait at my gate and sip my Starbucks latte, I answer the countless birthday texts I have already received, smiling at the overflow of love from people I talk to everyday and people I barely even know. It’s funny, knowing that there are people out there who remember my birthday but don’t talk to me otherwise. Some might feel disheartened at the idea, but I just giggle quietly to myself, wondering if I’m going crazy for feeling so lighthearted. 

Maybe it’s the adrenaline, I think to myself. The adrenaline from doing something so stupid and yet so exciting. Shrugging to myself, I take another large gulp of coffee, finally getting to the text from Gally. I saved it for last, knowing it would be the best one. And sure enough, as I read the message, I feel happy tears pricking my eyes. As always, he’s sweet; sappy, even, but his message also holds the serious intensity that he always has around him. It’s like an aura, telling those around him that he does everything fully and completely, never giving only half of his effort. That intensity is probably why I love reading texts from him over and over. Even if it’s a simple good morning, his texts always seem to scream I love you from between the lines.

I text Gally back, thanking him for the love he’s sent zipping along telephone lines, across the country and all the way to me. I suck the last dregs of liquid from my Starbucks cup, finally accepting that the beverage is gone as the gate attendant calls for Boarding Group 1. I find myself bouncing from foot to foot, realizing once again that I’m really doing this. I can’t bring myself to sit down as I wait for my group to be called, instead standing by the gate’s charging station, fidgeting like I’m about to run the 100 meter dash. By the time I’m boarding, I’m breathing heavily like I just sprinted up Pikes Peak. Whether from nerves or excitement, I can’t really tell, but it’s enough that the flight attendant touches my arm as she checks the cabin. 

“Ma’am, are you okay?” I look up in surprise before giving her a quick grin. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just nervous.” 

She smiles empathetically. “Is it your first time flying?”

“No. I’m flying out to surprise my boyfriend, and I guess I’m just hoping it all works out like I planned,” I explain. 

At this, I receive an even bigger grin from the flight attendant, who thinks that is just—“the most adorable thing ever!” I nod along, unsure whether I’m actually smiling or just masking my anxiety. Either one is a plausible explanation, and I’m pumped so full of adrenaline that all of my emotions currently feel interchangeable. 

I spend the entirety of take-off nervously fiddling with the little screen in front of me, trying to distract myself. Once we’re at a constant altitude, the flight attendants offer drinks, and I ask for a ginger ale, my go-to drink on airplanes. It calms me down, the comforting security of it helping me stay rational. Unfortunately, the ginger ale combined with my anxious thoughts cause my bladder to reach its limit quite quickly. 

I hate the little bathrooms on airplanes. So loud, so claustrophobic, so turbulent. It’s like trying to pee while in the middle of an earthquake. But my bladder isn’t playing games today, and the last thing I want to do is ignore it and then pee myself. The intrusive thoughts fight to take over as I rush through the motions, washing my hands as quickly as possible, but I stave them off and make it back to my seat in one piece.

The remaining hour until landing is the longest hour of my life.

When we finally touch down and taxi to our gate, all of the tension that has built up inside me feels ready to explode, but I hold it in, knowing that I can let it all out once I see Gally. It’s barely even occurred to me that I’m a year older now—that it’s my birthday—because all I can think about is getting to hold my boy. 

I almost trip getting off the plane, too busy checking his flight’s progress and landing gate. His flight is still an hour and thirty minutes out, giving me more than enough time to go to the bathroom, get some food, and wait for him. I pull my suitcase behind me, so glad I decided to take everything in my carry-on, as I’m now realizing that baggage claim is outside the secure area of the airport. I break free from the flow of traffic heading in that direction, redirecting towards the bathroom.

One bathroom trip, makeup refresher, and food court scavenger hunt later, I’m standing against a column at Gally’s gate, drinking my second Starbucks latte of the day. Normally, I wouldn’t let myself indulge like this, but it’s my birthday, so I feel justified. I even treat myself to a slice of sweet bread, too. I’m too anxious to eat a full lunch. Besides, I’m sure Gally will be happy to get lunch on our way back to his apartment. He’s always willing to eat, no matter the time of day.

I’m trying my best not to look suspicious. There’s a flight leaving from this gate after Gally’s flight arrives, so I blend in, but my leg is bouncing nervously and my hands are shaking slightly. I’m a naturally energetic person, but the fidgeting increases exponentially when I’m either excited or nervous. Right now, I’m both.

Thankfully, no one seems to notice me or think I’m behaving weirdly. I’m simply overthinking, like I often do. At least it passes the time. I only have thirty minutes left to wait.

I run back to Starbucks and buy another latte. It’s gone within ten minutes, my anxious energy prompting me to gulp it down like I’m dying of thirst. Then I’m running to the bathroom again, bladder shouting angrily at me for the caffeine abuse I’ve been subjecting it to. It’s unpleasant, but it kills more time. 

Ten minutes to go. I’m staring at my phone, Gally’s flight details pulled up, reloading the page over and over in hopes that magically, they’ll teleport and be here instantly. With anyone else, I wouldn’t be this obsessive; impatient, but it’s Gally. I could obsess over Gally for days on end with all the love overflowing from my heart. So I pass three minutes refreshing the page persistently, watching the minutes countdown.

I let out a quiet, barely there gasp when my phone screen tells me he’s landed. I can barely contain my excitement, nervous energy causing me to wiggle my hips like a rhythmically challenged dancer. His plane is on the ground, taxiing over, right to where I’m waiting. He’s going to walk through that gate, and I’m going to see his beautiful face, and I’m going to run and jump into my boyfriend’s arms.

All of a sudden, doubt crashes into me like a fucking tidal wave. What if he doesn’t want to see me? What if this is weird, and he’s going to be all awkward about it? What if this was one huge fuck-up? I can feel myself starting to spiral, starting to lose touch with the confidence I’ve been channeling all day. The panic has started to grow, and it surges through my veins, reaching to the tip-top of the cliff that is followed by a plunge off the deep end. Thankfully, though, with only a few minutes to spare before my boyfriend gets off his plane, a little girl in a princess dress bumps into me, hard, causing my knees to buckle and my head to snap out of the spiral it’s in. 

I catch myself against the trusty column I’m leaning against, looking down to find a young girl, maybe six, wearing an Elena of Avalor dress-up costume with a stuffed animal that looks like some kind of leopard with bird wings. 

“Amity!” her mother scolds her, ordering her to apologize for bumping into me. Amity looks up at me with big, brown doe eyes and a huge, genuine grin.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am,” she chirps. I smile back, making eye contact with her mom, before crouching down to her level and holding out a hand to shake.

“I forgive you. I’m (Y/N). Want to know something?” Amity shakes my hand, grinning widely, before looking at her mom as if to make sure it’s okay to talk to me. Her mom gives a gentle nod, a kindness in her eyes as they meet mine. “Well, Amity, you actually helped me just now. I was feeling super duper nervous and it was making me get shaky and worried. But then you bumped into me, and I saw your smile, and it made me feel a lot better!” 

I can tell Amity’s mother is touched, and I make sure to assure her that I’m doing better. That Amity’s little scuffle with my legs was truly helpful. And then Amity and her mom are on their way, Amity’s tight hug and whisper of “You look like a princess” giving me the last boost of confidence I need.

Right as I finish waving goodbye to the adorable little girl, I hear the sounds of passengers starting to come down the jetway. I suck in a sharp breath, making sure my small suitcase and jacket are safe by the column before stepping closer to the junction between gate and jetway, watching passengers closely as they start to trickle into the airport. 

It’s no surprise that I can pick Gally out of the crowd immediately after he walks out of the jetway, his head easily peeking over every other passenger. He doesn’t see me at first, focused on trying not to trample the small toddler whose family is trying desperately to get him to behave as they walk in front of my boyfriend.

I wait until he’s right there, just the toddler’s family in front of him, to call his name. “Gally!” His head snaps up, eyes scanning the surrounding area before settling on me, his jaw going slack, falling open in surprise as the toddler’s family quickly moves out of the way. 

It’s like we’re living in slow motion, the way I watch Gally’s backpack slide out of his hand and hit the floor with a thump, his look of shock morphing into a state of joyous disbelief, as if he’s not sure he’s truly seeing me. He looks frozen in this state, unable to move towards me, but I don’t care. I’m already running up to him, happy tears gathering in my eyes as I jump into Gally’s arms, my head burying itself in his neck before I lean up to kiss him with all the pent-up love, tension, and nerves that have been coursing through my body all day.

His lips are warm just like they always are, soft and full and inviting as we kiss passionately; shamelessly, right in front of everyone waiting to board their flight. I can’t bring myself to care, anxiety nowhere to be found now that I’m here. In his arms. Held tightly, kept safe, flooded with warmth, just like I’m supposed to be. 

He pulls away first, still in shock as he scans my face, as if expecting to find some imperfection that reveals me as a doppelganger. “Baby—” he chokes out, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes, my own tears rolling down my cheeks. “Baby, you’re here.” He lets out a giddy, confused laugh, cupping my cheek with his hand as he wipes the remnant saltwater away with his thumb. 

“You’re—you’re here. In Chicago,” he repeats, putting my feet back on the floor so I can stand there with my arms around his neck, his other hand coming up to cup my other cheek. “You’re—it’s your birthday!” he says, and I can’t tell if it’s another reason he’s confused I’m here, or if it’s just an observation. Well, probably both, so I just giggle.

“Yes, Gally, it’s my birthday.” 

“But—did you—when did you get here?” he asked, bewildered, a lovestruck, excited smile lighting up his whole face. I run my hands through his hair, admiring his gentleness as he cradles my face in his palms.

“An hour and a half ago, I think. I’m not sure the exact timing,” I shrug. He gasps.

“You flew on your birthday?” I give him an odd look. 

“Yes…why? Is that illegal or something?” Gally chuckles through the joy-filled tears still drifting down his face every once in a while.

“No, baby. I just thought—most people wouldn’t be willing to fly or even be at an airport on their birthdays. Don’t you have cool stuff to do? Fun people to see?” I shake my head, pulling him as close as I can, our lips hovering inches apart. 

“You’re the only person I wanted to see. This is my birthday present.”

Gally’s eyes water even more as he presses his forehead to mine, running his hands through my hair. “Baby, I—” He pulls away to wipe a tear from his eye and then leans back down, pressing a gentle peck to my forehead, “I love you so much.” 

“I love you even more, Gally,” I whisper back, staring into his teary eyes with my watery own. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Not possible.”

“It is, too,” I giggle, still whispering as I press a kiss to his lips, “and I’m the birthday girl, so you have to let me win the arguments today.” 

“Oh, that’s how that works,” Gally laughed, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Well, I suppose I can let you win this one, since you did fly all the way to Chicago on your birthday.”

“Oh, but that was selfish,” I smiled. “I wanted to see you. I needed to see you. It was purely selfish.” Gally just hugged me tighter, pressing kisses to the top of my hair as he admitted quietly,

“Well, I needed to see you, too. I needed to have you in my arms.” I relax into the warmth of my boyfriend’s chest, the material of his hoodie tickling my nose. I endure it because it smells like him, and that makes it the most calming aroma in the world. 

“Being in your arms is all I need. You are all I need,” I whisper. 

I kiss him again, a loving, sweet kiss, reveling in the presence and taste of my boyfriend, a sense of peace and safety wrapping its warm arms around me. 

Nothing else matters in this moment. Not my job, or my life in Denver, or my birthday. All that matters is that I am here, in my boyfriend’s arms. In Gally’s arms.

Right where I’m supposed to be.

the end

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Game of death~M.R x !fem! reader

not proof read so sorry for any mistakes!

Warnings: obsessive ex bf mattheo, mentions of death (murder), smut towards the end, fowl language, slight arguing, manipulative mattheo i think? uses of a knife and mentions of blood, bitting, rough mattheo,all acts are consensual. i think that’s all, don’t like it don’t read it, it’s sorta dark, so there for if it makes you uncomfortable don’t read it.

A/N: ahhhh, now that i have the warnings done with, i wanna say a big thanks to everyone who supported me on my first 2 mattheo stories, it really gave me a confidence boost to write more and that means a lot to me thank you so much<3 thank you for reading this, much love <3 ——————————————————————————

I had been avoiding him since this morning not wanting to see him after the heated argument we had, the words that were said are raising through my mind, as i sat on the cold stone floor of the astronomy tower, lighting a cigarette placing it in between my lips, it only reminding me of him since this is exactly where i smoked my first cigarette, with him to be exact.

“fuck you mattheo i’m done, we’re done.”

i heard that on repeat in my head, did i really break up with him? i wonder what he’s doing right now, probably already shagging some other girl.

i sighed and put my cigarette out on the ground and then began walking down the stairs, making my way to the halls of the huge school. once i entered them, the chatter of the first years filled my ears making smile, remembering my first year when i first met fred, my best friend before i started dating mattheo in fourth year.

that’s when everything changed, i was so happy at first, it was like any other cute relationship, we were so infatuated with each other, that we couldn’t leave each other alone, we were always together, always touching each other in some way, if it was his hand on the small of my back, the subtle circles he would rub on my thighs during class, the hand holding under the tables at breakfast and dinner, the subtle touches in the hall way, the sneaking to his dorm every night, to sleep. that’s when it hit me, i haven’t went three years without sleeping in his embrace, without sitting next to him during breakfast and dinner, not studying in the library with him which normally just turned into us acting like complete idiots.

as soon as i walked into the great hall i could feel my vision getting blurry, singling tears were about to fall, but i took a deep breath and blinked the tears away, walking with my head held high, walking right past the slytherin table where mattheo sat with draco and adrian talking, i felt all three of there eyes on me, when i walked past them walking to the gryffindor table.

walking up behind fred putting my hands over his eyes saying “guess who?” which he laughed and pulled my hands off his eyes turning around seeing me, standing up hugging me, he’s grown tons since the last time we talked he used to be my height, but now he was almost like 6’3 having tons of inches on me.

“someone’s staring” he whispered in my ear before he pulled away

i turned around seeing mattheo with a clenched jaw making it blatantly obvious he was staring, i rolled my eyes and turned back around to fred when he patted the spot in between him and george making me giggle and sit down.

breakfast went by faster than usual, due to all the talking amongst me and the twins, that’s when dumbledore announced that breakfast was over and to head to our first classes of the day, fred groaned standing up putting his hand out to help me get off the bench, which he always used to do before, making me realize he hasn’t changed as much as i thought he would.

“god y/n you reek of cigarettes, do you wanna come to mine and freddie’s dorm and put our cologne on or something” george said walking on my other side

“yeah y/n have you been smoking or something?” fred asked

“yeah that dimwit over there got me started and i haven’t been able to stop since” i said pointing towards mattheo looking up at fred who was smirking down at me

“ wanna make him jealous georgie?” fred said smirking at george

“oh definitely” george smirked

fred reached his arm around my waist possessively, and george grabbed my hand walking a little further in front of me saying loud enough for most of the  slytherin table to hear “come back to our dorm darling we will take good care of you” smirking and looking over at draco and winking, causing draco’s lips to fall apart and lean over to whisper something to mattheo, who muttered something to draco and clenched his jaw tighter if that was possible.

once we walked out of the great hall, we all laughed, george leaning down to put his arm on my shoulders, when we heard the great hall for open causing us to turn around to draco walking behind us, which we just shrugged off and kept walking to the gryffindor common room.

which we arrived draco was still following us which just made it funnier, fred said the password opening the door allowing me to walk in first the twins after, the door closing loudly after.

we walked up the stairs to the boys dormitory, and made it to the twins dorm, george opening the door for me this time, allowing me to walk in, the twins following after again, fred walked over to his dresser and through me a bottle of cologne which i sprayed on my body fast.

“no need to rush y/n you can be late” george laughed

“mattheos gonna think we had a threesome if i am late, plus ferret boys probably waiting for me outside” i laughed

“i mean we could make him think that” fred said

“only if you wanted to tho” george added

“fuck it cmon make me look like i just had a threesum” i said causing fred to look at george and then walk over to me.

fred loosened my tie, while george messed up my makeup a tad bit, smearing my lip stick a little only noticeable if you’re really staring which i knew he would be, smudging my mascara under my eyes a bit, and then fred fluffed my hair up and made it a little messes.

they looked at me and then at each other and then fred said “yeah you look fucked out” and george nodded in agreement making me giggle, and pull a back of cigarettes out of my bag.

“can i?” i asked softly

“yeah just open the window, and blow it out” fred nodded sitting down on his bed

i walked over to there window seal and sat down, sliding the window open, and then lighting the cigarette taking a big puff and then blowing it out the window, then i heard a knock at the door followed with “fred and george weasley are you smoking in there, oh moms gonna love to hear about this” i guessed it was genny and then the door swung open and i was correct.

she looked around seeing fred laying on his bed while george was sitting at the foot and then me sitting on the window seal.

“oh um am i interrup- im just gonna go” she said quickly shutting the door, making me laugh and george said “totally looks fucked out”.

i looked at my watch and saw it was 8:20 i was 20 minutes late to class, and i have been in here for about 30 minutes saying how i got here at 7:50.

i sighed and put my cigarette out putting it back in the box, and the jumping off the window seal, only for the back of my tights to get caught on a nail, and then rip, ripping the whole back open.

“fuck” i muttered feeling at the back of my thighs

“it’s okay y/n it adds to the look” fred said smirking and i just smiled at him, grabbing his cologne again and spraying more on me, i probably reeked of it now, but then i gathered all my things and took a deep breath standing in front of the twins saying “how do i look”.

“great” they said at the same time

“okay i’m gonna go, bye guys” i said walking towards the door

“here let me walk you to the common room door” fred said to me

he got up off the bed, and walked towards his dorm door opening it for me once again, and then walking down the stairs into the common room, seeing ron and genny on the couch looking at me wide eyed meaning george and fred were right, i did look fucked out.

fred opened the common room door hugging me and then kissing my cheek saying “later y/n” which i replied with a simple “bye” and walked out seeing draco leaned up against the wall just seeing the whole thing.

“took you long enough y/n exactly thirty five minutes” he said walking beside me

“yeah and? what are you my body guard” i snarled

“the point is you’re thirty minutes late to class and a certain someone isn’t gonna be happy” he said whispering the last part

i didn’t say anything, which caused him to continue saying “and he’s not gonna be happy how you look, look like a dirty little slut” he said annoyed.

“like i care” i said

“oh you will” he said smirking

“no i won’t, plus this is my class bye draco” i said grabbing the door handle rolling my eyes walking into the class room, causing all eyes to go to me, which caused everyone to look at me wide eyed.

“Miss y/ln you’re forty minutes late” professor lupin said

“yes i know i’m so sorry i got caught up in my dorm doing work for snapes class” i lied

“i’ll let it slide this time because i know how strict he can be, please take your sit by mr riddle and began working” he said looking back down at the papers he was grading, i sighed and walked to my seat by mattheo.

once i sat down i felt his eyes on me i turned and looked at him, and locked eyes with him, and then rolled my eyes looking back down rummaging through my bag, trying to find my quill getting interrupted by his deep voice.

“where the fuck were you y/n” he asked

“why don’t you ask your pet ferret i bet he could tell you” i snapped back

“just tell me” he said

“oh yeah and you should probably keep him on a shorter leash he told me i looked like a dirty little slut and i know how that makes you feel” i said sending him a fake smile

“he said what” he said raising his eye brows at me

“he said “he’s not gonna be happy, with how you look like a dirty little slut” so yeah he basically called me a dirty slut” i said mocking draco

“ you do look like a slut but he has no place to tell you that” mattheo said clenching his fist

“and you do” i asked rolling my eyes

“i do saying how you’re my girlfriend” he said calmly

“ex girlfriend mattheo we’re done i’m serious” i said making lowly chuckle

“alright y/n well come to my door later and get your things then” he said looking back down at his paper

i chuckled lowly, getting to work on my paper, until i felt a thigh on my hand, and when i looked down, i saw his cut up and bruised knuckles, immediately remembering how he smashed a mirror during this morning’s argument.

i just shrugged it off continuing to work on my paper, as i felt his hand rise, stopping as soon as he felt the ripped part of my tights, looking up at me, examining my face then pressing the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“did you fuck them” he asked angrily

“i dont know ask draco” i said not looking up from my paper

“okay let me rephrase that who did you fuck y/n” he said sternly

“i don’t know mattheo, it could have been fred, maybe george fuck it could have been both of them, or maybe even draco” i said glancing over at him

“tell me y/n” he said tightly grabbing my arm

“you’re hurting me” i said looking over at him

“who was it y/n” he said tightening his grip even more cutting off the circulation in my lower arm

“you’re hurting me theo” i said my voice cracking

“tell me who and ill stop” he said leaning towards me

“no body, i didn’t sleep with anyone, i smoked a cigarette and talked with the twins, i didn’t do anything now please let me go” i said looking up at him, a bit freighted because i’ve never seen him like this before.

he let go roughly and looked back down at his paper working again i rubbed my arm gently until i heard “stop acting like it hurt you bitch, you know i’d never fucking hurt you”.

“yeah well you just did” i said lifting my sleeve to see the red mark, and to no surprise there was, bright crimson red, showing every outline of his fingers, he glanced over at it and rolled his eyes.

then lupin stood up, dismissing class, which i just decided to go my dorm not wanting to deal with mattheo anymore.

once i made it in more dorm, i changed into a tank top and pajama shorts and cuddled into my bed, closing my eyes.

right when i was about to fall asleep, i heard a sharp knock at my door, i sighed and stood up walking over to my door opening it and seeing him standing there.

he pushed through me and walked into my dorm.

“yeah come in” i said sarcastically

“y/n you’re mine, you made that clear after the three years we spent together” he mumbled

“no mattheo i broke up with you, things are over, im tired of you lashing out at me and then breaking things” i said which made him sigh and walk over to me

“see y/n, i fear of losing you, because if i do i will tear the world apart trying to get you back, leaving a trail of bodies behind me, just so you know i’m coming darling.” he said lowly

in all honesty that shouldn’t have been as hot as it was but i pushed that feeling away and said “mattheo no” and with that he smashed his lips into mine, i pulled away from him, but then went right back in, he was right earlier when he said “you’ll be back my love”.

he was also right when he said i was his, because i was, i was always going to be his.

the kiss immediately got very heated, it was filled with anger and desperation, clothes were quickly disagreed, leaving both of us in our undergarments, that’s when he began kissing down my jaw.

“you. are. fucking. mine.” he said in between kisses

 i didn’t say anything, instead just threw my head back, giving him more access, and at the same time the scent of fred’s cologne filled his nose.

which made him pull away from my neck and roughly wrapped his fingers around it squeezed cutting off my airway, then he roughly pulled my face towards his, close enough our noses were touching.

“you’re a whore you know that baby?” he snarled

when i didn’t answer he tightened his grip and said “use the manners i taught you”.

“yes i’m a whore” i said barley audible

“what was that?” he said loosing his grip

“i’m a whore” i said in between deep breaths

“good girl” he sad lightly tapping the side of my face

he then shoved me roughly backwards, causing me to fall on my bed, at this moment he took the opportunity to remove my panties, and threw them somewhere behind him, and then he hovered over my body, kissing me roughly, and began moving down my body, then when he reached my stomach, he bit down, hard.

which made me gasp because of the sudden pain, which quickly turned to pleasure, and he continued doing this, leaving bite marks down my stomach, some purple and red, and others had little drops of crimson blood coming out of them.

he then moved to my inner thighs bitting them, insanely hard, causing a lot more blood to come out them before, then he kissed where i needed him most, which made me throw my head back and moan lightly, he worked his tongue up and down my slit, and then sucked harshly on my clit, pushing two fingers into my hole, scissoring, and curling them.

just as the coil in my lower stomach was about to snap, he pulled away smirking at me, which made me whine and close my legs, rubbing my thighs together to get some sort of friction.

then he began walking towards my desk, getting into the top left drawer, is when i immediately knew what he was getting, my knife.

“care to open your legs again for me darling?” he asked turning around that’s when i saw it in his hand and i knew, and when i didn’t open my legs for him he walked over to me roughly parting them, saying “okay then i’ll do it for you”.

he flipped open the blade, and pushed it on my inner thigh and then began dragging it up to my hip, and looked up and me and i nodded and that’s when he started pushing, forming a M and then an R into my skin, not deep enough to really hurt me, but deep enough to scar, for a while.

i looked down and saw M.R carved into my hip dripping blood down onto my black bed sheets. i looked up at him and shook my head.

he gripped my jaw and then pulled my face close to his and said “mine forever now” and then kissed me roughly.

then i felt him enter me, with one harsh thrust, he didn’t give me any time to adjust, instead just started roughly pounding into me, in which i slammed my hip down into his matching his thrust, magnifying the pleasure.

the coil quickly formed in my stomach, threatening to snap, which made me clench around him which caused him to groan loudly and say “fuck squeezing me just like a vice baby” between his teeth.

and that’s when i felt his member twitch and then the coil snapped causing me to squeeze him more if that was even possibly, which was mattheos breaking point, he bottomed out, shooting his seed deep inside of me.

“i love you” i said quietly

“i love you too darling” he said pulling out of me and then kissed my forehead before walking into my dorm bathroom.

mattheo walked back into the room, with a wet washcloth in his hand, he gently cleaned my sensitive cunt, and then cleaned his initials, and then the few bite marks that broke then skin.

he then threw the washcloth onto the floor and climbed into bed behind me, pulling my body close to his, and wrapping his arms around my waist, snuggling into the crook of my neck.

“i’m sorry for hurting you in class” he said kissing my collar bone

“it’s okay” i said tired

“go to sleep my love i’ll be here when you wake up i promise” he said and with that i let my body drift off into a deep sleep

#harry potter #draco malfoy #hogwarts #imagine #smut #blaise zabini #smut imagine #harry potter imagine #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle smut #tom riddle #fred weasley #george weasley #weasley twins #tom riddle smut

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꒰crossteaming !꒱

genshin characters as your streamer bf/gf !

character x gn!reader

includes albedo, childe, kaeya, xiao, and hu tao!

warnings : none.

a/n : these ended up being longer than i expected, so im splitting up the post a bit <3 hope you enjoy :D

ALBEDO - THE MINECRAFT YOUTUBER

albedo gives me wilbur soot vibes, minus the height.

if anyone in genshin were to join a minecraft smp just to reenact hamilton and be a jason dean kinnie, itd be albedo and im absolutely right about this.

teaches klee how to play too, his most popular stream was when they beat the ender dragon together :)

he also seems like the type to strictly use minecraft education edition, which is also totally valid because some of the recipes in there are literally so cool ???

pulls a dantdm and has his own minecraft lab and everything, doing all his silly little experiments!

“surcose, we need to sell drugs out of a van RIGHT NOW.”

when chat found out you and albedo were dating, there were two reactions.

one side was really happy for you both, the other was albedos parasocial fangirls who immediately put you on a hitlist.

seriously, if you had a dollar for everytime you were @ed in tweets about writing your name in a death note, youd have enough money to pay for every single persons therapy appointments.

youre always there to cheer him on when hes in mcc, his own little personal cheerleader :)

you show up at his office and just.. stand in front of the door, staring at him through the window. it sounds weird yes, but the shocked expression on his face is worth the wait for him to notice.

CHILDE - THE GRAND THEFT AUTO ONLINE ROLEPLAYER

“no chat i have not gone red. im just startled, thats all.”

childe is the type of fella to participate in the most wacky roleplays on gta online, and i am sticking by this headcannon.

hes done everything from a drug empire to owning his own country, nothing is off limits.

surprisingly hes a really good actor? when youre watching his streams you dont get the cringey second hand embarrassment, its just fun entertainment :D

it took his chat wayyy to long to realize how fine he is, although to be fair he did have mostly men watching him. (not like thats an excuse or anything.)

i feel hes definitely been nominated for a streamy before! whether or not you think he deserves to win is up to you though LMAO

“only a small percentage of my viewers are actually subscribed-”

childe leaked your relationship by accident once by having a tab open of your instagram while he was streaming.

when chat confronted him, he kind of just… ended stream. (real smooth.)

fans went to your instagram afterwards and saw pictures of you two together and started posting them to twitter, and childe ended up on trending because of it.

you felt indifferent to the whole thing, but childe was panicking. he didnt want to let his viewers into that part of his life just yet, but he was, scientifically speaking, caught lacking.

you dont appear on streams much, and childe still avoids allegations about your relationship entirely. its not that he doesnt want to show you off, he does! he just doesnt like having less differentiation between his online persona and his private life.

“whos instagram are you stalking…? thats gonna be all from me chat goodnight!”

KAEYA - THE VALORANT STREAMER

kaeya doesnt play valorant because hes good at it, but because its fun to mess with the fanbase.

you know THOSE vtubers who are.. weirdly sexual? kaeya is like that but he does it in a satirical way. 

likes messing with the homophobes too, but everyone still debates on what his sexuality is (kind of like jschlatt.)

definitely is problematic on twitter on purpose just to get people to talk about him, hes a little bit of an attention whore but we love him anyways <3

has never apologized for anything hes said or done EVER, and doesnt plan on it either.

“what do you mean i got canceled on twitter AGAIN? its only been 3 days!”

chat didnt believe him when he said he was in a relationship. so be dragged your ass into his room to show them.

it didnt work though, they thought you were a paid actor for the next 2 months LMAO

it got to a point where kaeya was doing literally anything on stream to convince chat, and finally you had enough.

you told him to take a break from streaming, he was way too obsessed with trying to prove something that doest matter to anybody but the two of you.

something finally clicked in his head, and after that you dont appear on camera as much anymore. for the most part people believe that you two are together, but hell still get donations joking around that they dont think youre a couple, simply because its funny.

“thank you for 200 bits! ….i am retracting my thank you.”

XIAO - THE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS PLAYER

i dont have any reason for this connection, other than it feels right.

if xiao werent a league player i would suggest smite, he just seems like hed be more into team games like that rather than overwatch or valorant.

just because hes my favorite doesnt mean im letting him off easily, league players get no rights <3 and xiao is no exception.

unironically listens to k/da as well, knows all the choreography but will literally never admit to it.

everyone in his chat has channel points stacked up to tell him to hydrate, he tends to forget when he gets really into the match.

“stream more by k/da for clear skin. no i will NOT be giving you a demo, i dont want a dmca.”

youre xiaos number one bully, and chat is always there to back you up.

when i played lol i was an ahri main, so stick with me here, its about to get real self indulgent.

youre a cosplayer, and one of your favorite ways to mess with your boyfriend is to dress up as his favorite characters. (peak s/o behavior right there.)

chat teased him heavily for his reaction, you could hear my chemical romance being blasted from the bedroom that night.

something about the cosplayer x gamer trope is just sooo <3

“you have no respect for league of legends players.” (duh - an ex league player)

HU TAO - THE DEAD BY DAYLIGHT PLAYER

when hu tao first heard about dbd i imagine she thought it would be an easy way to gain new clients, now she sticks around because its fun to terrorize people as killer, and be an absolute menace as survivor.

i think shed be a nurse main, but one of those that are insanely good at playing nurse. she wins the game in no time because her teleports are perfect. 

i can only imagine how many people have rage quit because of her.

along with dead by daylight, i see her just overall being a horror game player. lots of five nights at freddys, resident evil, etc.

shes never gotten scared on camera before, chat has tried but shes always one step ahead.

“i lied, i dont actually like sex. put your clothes back on i need to explain to you the entirety of the five nights at freddys timeline.”

hu taos favorite pastime is scaring you, she stays on top of the newest horror content specifically because of that. (oh, and its also kind of her brand. but she puts you first <3)

shed sacrifice herself in a heartbeat if youre playing dead by daylight together. she always says if at least you survive its good enough of a victory for her too.

she also has gone on record to say yall are playing the security breach dlc the day it drops. run while you still have the chance.

youve tried to convince her to tweet at shayne and ryan about being on an episode of ghost files but everytime she just suggests to play phasmophobia instead. like cmon girl those are two different things.

even thought shes trying to scare you on purpose, you know shes always got your back if something happens.

“ha look at your face! …okay okay im sorry! come here, youre fine, ive got you.”

#✧;;↬ my work.❞┊🍓 #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #albedo x reader #kaeya x reader #childe x reader #xiao x reader #hu tao x reader

[uraniumnm333]

dropping more tsukasa kanade lore guys >>>

i think that after kanade has the initial tsukasa jumpscare they start to get along well but like. kanade talks to think man because even though she goes to the same school as mizuki GUESS WHO NEVER FUCKING ATTENDS !!! and once she talks to tsukasa long enough she's introduced to rui and nene by being invited to ★★★ SUPER COOL EAT-LUNCH-ON-THE-ROOF TIME [kool kats only ★★] ★★★ and kanade sits down like "okay. these people seem calm. theyre probably normal. i think. i can do this :]" and then emu. climbs onto the roof. and kanade thinks "OHFUCKOHSHIT NEVERMIND NEVERMINDNEVERMIND"

so they eat lunch and kanade is introduced to tsukasa's not boyfriend, tsukasa's not girlfriend and tsukasa's not girlfriend. and they have a good time !!! kanade gets along well with nene, but also doesn't because i think the two of them are the equivalent of the "shy people vs introverts" meme. rui is fun but kanade cannot understand that man for the life of herself. and. emu. so ironically tsukasa is the one she gets along with most.

so they hang out and also i think that kanade has tsukasa look over her compositions and has probably gotten him to play an actual piano bit for one of nightcord's songs. idk which you just gotta trust me. and one day kanade comes to their daily meet up thing which happens in the park because silly and tsukasa isn't doing his usual thing. bc when she usually comes tsukasa is happy and smiling like :D :D :D and helping out little kids on the playground equipment but this time nobody's here and he's just. off. and kanade can feel The Vibes but she goes over anyways. and she sees him and he sees her and suddenly he's happy again but this time it's all wrong. and she leaves and goes back home and she thinks back and realizes how Wrong all their interactions had felt. but at the same time it didn't. and she's trying to make sense of all this and talks to nightcord about it because who else would she talk to ??? and general consensus is "make discord server with him" so that's what she does. yes this results in silly tsukasa uses discord for the first time shenanigans. and they all start talking !!! ofc she introduces mizuki as mizuki but mafuyu and ena are left as "my online friends enanan and yuki"

tsukasa ends up inviting rui nene and emu because WHO ELSE ??? and rui dms kanade like "okay i know why you did this but we. are getting nothing out of this. also is yuki mafuyu from the all girls school that emu goes to ???" also SIDE PLOT with emu not feeling creeped out around yuki like she is mafuyu. just wanted to mention. anyways rui is like "i know who you are" and kanade is like "help me help you help your bf (boy best friend)" and idk how but eventually tsukasa just. breaks down.

it's not even anything special he's just in a discord vc w everyone and they start talking about fun things they did as children and tsukasa realizes he can't even remember talking to his parents unless it was over the phone and he just. goes quiet !!! and that's not normal because tsukasa is never quiet so everyone is just a teeny weeny bit worried. and then they hear this man. CRYING ???

so of COURSIES they all meet up in the empty sekai bc we love sekai mashups !!! and idk from there tbh im just bein silly atp

#ran thoughts :thumbs up: #project sekai #pjsekai #wonderlands x showtime #rant #vocaloid #nene kusanagi #tsukasa tenma #emu otori #rui kamishiro #mafuyu asahina #kanade yoisaki #ena shinonome #mizuki akiyama

[calicojun]

[wonder]

pairing: bf!beomgyu x gender-neutral reader

wordcount: 668 words (so close)

summary: you and beomgyu take a quick train ride back home, letting each other’s warmth hug you two to sleep.

!not proofread!

a/n: i was inspired by beomgyu’s wonder cover he posted on his birthday bc his voice is just wonderful and i love him sm. this is not my usual writing style but i wanted to give a more simple, feel more than speak typa vibe. hope you enjoy!

the soft chugging of the train as it runs on its tracks fills your left ear. the soft song humming quietly in your right ear is all you could hear as well.

it was 5:50 by now. the sun had taken its rest from the world and slowly sunk under its blankets, leaving behind a strong golden glow. it hits beomgyus side sharp profile, but he doesn’t care. not when he’s looking at you.

you’re people watching, seeing the older couple by the front of the train cart holding hands, the gold band on their hands shining slightly in the setting sun. they’re talking. the husband looks at his wife with stars in his eyes. she’s his world. old love is something so rare to come by these days, you think, so you find yourself smiling at that. you took the time to look down at your own lap where your hands were held by your boyfriend’s.

you could feel his stare on your face, but you didn’t mind, letting your hair fall past your ears as you continuously rub your thumb softly against your boyfriend’s hand. he, in turn, uses his free hand to tuck your hair back behind, making sure not to move too much to take out your shared earbuds.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you ask him quietly, moving your eyes from your held hands to look at his face. his soft eyelashes sitting against his slightly reddened cheeks, his sharp nose, his slightly chapped lips from the cold winter air. his brown hair glows with the light outside, making him more angel-like than he already was.

“i don’t know,” he responded, looking at you straight in the eyes, stars dancing within them. “you’re just beautiful.”

you felt your face heat up before erupting into small giggles, letting your forehead lean against his padded shoulders, your body racking with more laughter.

“why are u laughing?” he chuckled, lightly banging his forehead on top of your mop of hair.

“you’re so cheesy,” you let out, small laughs still leaving your lips. he lifts up his head, looking down on you once again. he adores you. you’re happy in that moment, and you know that he knows that.

your laughter slowly dies down, and you readjust your head onto beomgyu’s shoulder in a more comfortable position. a light silence falls over you two with only your music playing between you and him as the train conductor lets everyone know that their destination will arrive shortly.

the train continued to sound its horn to announce pedestrians and drivers that it was approaching. it was loud, but you found the sound comforting nonetheless. you just wanted to come home quickly so you and beomgyu can continue your date with your planned movie marathon.

you didn’t realize how tired you were before feeling heaviness fall over your eyelids. beomgyu was warm. you let his warmth surround you before finding yourself drift into a light sleep.

beomgyu let out a small hum once he noticed your breathing slowed, adjusting your shared earbuds again and lowering the music slightly. he looked out the window to the blanket-covered earth quickly passing him and let his head rest against yours once again, feeling his eyes close.

your hands were still intertwined, and the music still played, but you two were comfortable in each other’s presence either way.

the train continued to run on its tracks, and the older couple just a few seats ahead of you two got up, ready to get off at their station.

“look honey,” the older woman told her husband, tapping his shoulder before pointing at you and beomgyu’s direction. “young love is so precious, isn’t it, my dear?” the older man responded.

“indeed it is,” she replied, picking up her puffed coat from her seat. her husband took his time to adjust his own before fixing his wife’s scarf. he extended his hand for her to take before they walked out.

their hands interlocked once more.

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#calicojun #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt fic #txt fluff #txt beomgyu #tomorrow x together fluff #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow x together scenarios #tomorrow x together fic #tomorrow x together #beomgyu #tomorrow x together beomgyu

[starified-lizzy]

I really don’t want to do my Psych essay, so here’s a list of all the FNF AUs I have made since coming up with the OG, extensive au.

Edit: I should mention, if you want to use any of these ideas (EXCEPT FOR MY OG AU) for your own fanfic/plot, go ahead! All I ask is you credit me and even ping me so I can see your take on it! 👀

Starting off; OG au, Just because I can. Started off as Corruption mod brainrot, turned into a whole ass au with a fully functional plot line that I am SEVERELY procrastinating on because ✨frighten✨

I want you to keep in mind that a lot of my au’s after actually spiral from my main OG au.

Then we have an Avatar: The Last Airbender au. I basically said “fuck Korra, she don’t exist” and made Blue(BF) the water bending avatar. The plot line is changing from what I originally had it, but here’s everyone and their bending skill that I have come up with so far: (also more airbenders exist because yeah)

Blue(BF); water bender. Also the avatar

Sophie(GF); fire bender (and so are her parents).

Pico; earth bender, with an affinity for metal bending

Nene; air bending. She gives me gymnast/acrobatic vibes so yeah.

Darnell; Fire bender with blue flame and access to lightning bending.

Cass; combustion. Idk, I don’t care for Cassandra or her goons much, but it felt right.

Cyclops; earth bender, affinity for metal bending

Hanzo; non-bender but is a Chi blocker.

Alucard; air bender. He feels like an air bender to me.

Spirit; water bender

Soul; is Blue’s little animal guardian thing. Whatever the fuck Korra’s polar-bear-dog thing is is what Soul is. Melanistic with little white freckles down his back and pale blue eyes, but still the polar-bear-dog thing.

C; a black cat with a missing eye. Yes, I shit you not. Just a genuine fucking black cat with an attitude problem. Blue saw him and went “he’s mine now.”

- then is my FNAF security breach au. The story for it is a bit all over the place, but Blue is 12, and got lost and the Plex. Everyone else are robos lol

- next one is actually based off of the game Lethal Company. THATS RIGHT, A LETHAL COMPANY AU- but it’s almost nothing like how the game functions. Basically, Blue is a child when he gets trapped on a moon (fuck if I can decide which one-) and it’s basically like- he’s human but, he gets raised by the monsters (some monsters being Soph, Pico, Ne, and Darnell, among the actual game-monsters) so he’s liek- a monster by association.

- a Day of Dragons au. Because yes. I like dragons; and I like the funky beep boop game so, immediately mashing them together once I realized I can create shit from it lmfao

-this one is actually inspired by another take on FNF and Hazbin Hotel. Because I love the show. Alastor is surprisingly goofy. ANYWAYS- the reference it has to the other take on FNF(idk who’s take it is, but I love it plz lemme know who’s au/take it is so I can credit them) is that GF(Soph, in my case), is an Angel, and BF(Blue) is a demon. Pico and the others are thrown around at random depending on how I end up deciding they fit so they’re kinda unknown rn, but those two for sure.

-last au i recently came up with and kinda adore, is an apocalypse au, but instead of zombies, it’s just monsters. Like- each monster is different from another, but they all have a basic element that determines their overall design. Like the basic Fire, water, air, and earth, but it also includes ice, metal, life, necrotic(death), shadow and light. And when a human gets bit by one of these monsters, they too become a monster. I already have a general beginning plot laid out for this it’s kinda sad lmfao

Anyways have these memes from PhantomFear’s server. IYKYK

#fnf au #au dump #infodump #the brainrot is real #au things #Just me talking bout my aus #au talk #dragon au #angel demon au #apocalypse au #atla au

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takuma/kaito marriage headcanons oh great one?

Oh goodness when's the last time I used the cute braincell instead of the cursed braincell

Like with previous marriage-related asks I'm gonna backtrack all the way to the proposal stage. Which means I have to backtrack even further to a general ship hc I've always had but don't think I've shared??? That being that I am convinced that Kaito and Takuma's mom would get along really well. You know cuz she's like kind of an overbearing mom and Kaito is Kaito.

I feel like I use "Kaito is Kaito" as an explanation for whatever the hell Kaito's got going on a lot but I really don't have a better way of describing him you know like he's just very very Kaito.

Anyways the idea Takuma's mom being overly worried about Takuma, and Takuma insisting that she's worried over nothing and trying to get Kaito to back him up, only for Kaito to side with his mom instead lives in my brain rent free. Just...Mrs. Momozuka deciding "this boy is my son now" from the day she meets him lol.

All this to say, I love the idea of her, over the years, getting to a point of "when are you finally going to marry him?" @ Takuma. Like Takuma somehow simultaneously already having planned on being with Kaito forever yet never having considered that marriage is a thing and also you have to propose before you can get married.

AND LIKE FROM THERE I HAVE THREE DIFFERENT HCS

#1 is the funniest but least likely one and is more of a meme than an actual hc but...Mrs. Momozuka straight up going "will you be my son in law?" @ Kaito and Takuma being like ???? did you just propose to him for me?????

#2 is the most likely one which is that once Takuma realizes that, hey maybe I should ask my bf to marry me, he just goes all out trying to plan a perfect romance-movie proposal because Takuma is a freaking sap. He's got a speech and everything that his mom and Agumon helped him rehearse. When he finally puts the plan into action, Kaito is anxious the entire time because he's been forced to watch enough romcoms that he knows what a set up to a proposal looks like but also doesn't want to assume anything and then get disappointed. His immediate response to "will you marry me" is "oh thank fuck" because he's relieved that he wasn't reading the situation wrong. Dumbass completely forgets to actually answer the question until Takuma asks if that was supposed to be a yes.

#3 is medium likely and medium funny which is Kaito asking first but in like the most blunt and casual way. It's not that he doesn't care as much he's just kind of a dork and isn't one for grand gestures, so one day they're spending time together and it crosses his mind that it would be kinda nice to be married so he just...says it. Like "hey do you wanna get married?" And Takuma is caught off guard and asks does he just mean at some indeterminate point in the future and he's like no I mean soon like do you wanna start planning a wedding now. The answer is yes but my god do their friends make fun of him for giving the least romantic proposal of all time. Takuma isn't disappointed at all, he thinks it was cute, but everyone else is jokingly like "if I were you I would've dumped his ass wtf"

THIS POST GOT LONG AND I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN TO THE MARRIED PART YET JESUS CHRIST

Small ceremony in the red spider lily forest? Small ceremony in the red spider lily forest.

Disgustingly sappy couple. Annoying as hell. Yes Takuma we know you think you have the cutest husband in the world yes we know you're luckiest man on the planet YOU CAN SHUT UP NOW. How many years does it take for Kaito to stop getting flustered by literally everything Takuma does? The world may never know.

Kaito and Dracmon cook, the other two clean. Personal hc #500: Kaito learned how to cook from Ryo so he could make all of Miu's favorites when they were younger, and now he's just kind of good at it. (He would've asked Aoi but she was pretty strict and scared him a little bit at the time. He will never tell her this.) Agumon is not allowed in the kitchen because he eats every single ingredient before it can be used properly.

Miu will bring up the time Takuma said he'd like to have a sister like her and jokingly accuse him of planning to marry her brother all along.

Kaito never fully unlearns to be on high alert at all times, so he's a light sleeper. Takuma tries his best to be quiet if he ever needs to get up in the middle of the night or goes to bed late but he ends up accidentally waking him up 100% of the time. Kaito will pretend to still be asleep because he doesn't want Takuma to feel bad about it, but he's not very good at it.

Kaito will wake Takuma up in the middle of the night sometimes too like "hey do you like me?" "I literally married you, go back to sleep." He's fine most of the time but is occasionally prone to the sudden anxiety that Takuma will wake up one day and realize choosing him was a mistake. He can't sleep when that happens.

On that note, not forever, but for like the first year at most, Takuma constantly doing cute romantic things like planning spontaneous dates or just outright gushing about how much he loves him stresses Kaito the hell out because he's afraid that Takuma does too much for him while he does nothing in return, which would make him The Worst Ever and oh god oh shit Takuma deserves better. Which is STUPID because he's the one who spent hours learning how to make all of Takuma's favorite dishes from his mom and is constantly bringing home little things that "just reminded me of you," what do you MEAN you do NoThInG iN rEtUrN? Like admittedly if you were a total stranger on the outside looking it, it would kinda seem like Takuma loves Kaito a lot more than Kaito loves him, but their friends and family know that's not true. They're both equally obnoxiously and embarrassingly in love, actually.

They work it out eventually ofc but Takuma has to accept that he married an insecure doofus who sometimes needs to be reminded that he is NOT, in fact, The Worst Ever.

Ironically, while Kaito's in his own little idiot corner thinking Takuma's out of his league, Takuma thinks Kaito is out of his league. He's not insecure about it though he's more like "yeah that's right the perfect man agreed to marry me" yknow what I mean like he's just proud of it.

WHO LET ME WRITE ABOUT THEM AGAIN WHY IS THIS POST SO LONG? YOU WANNA KNOW HOW MANY WORDS THAT WAS? ONE THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED FIFTY SIX. I HAVE WRITTEN FICS SHORTER THAN THIS POST.

TLDR: they're idiot losers and they like each other a lot

#digimon survive #kaito shinonome #takuma momozuka #you guys keep asking me for hcs and I don't think you realize what you're unleashing upon the world when you do that #'oh great one' made me smile btw sldkfa I am neither great nor particularly creative I am just mentally ill and really like kaito

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Kinnporsche: A rant.

I am going to say this once, this is my opinion on the show. I understand that to some people Kinnporsche is the best show and my criticism might ruffle feathers, if you are like that please do not let me ruin your enjoyment of the show. I can like the show and still criticize it. Now that's out of the way let's jump in 💃💃

If there is one thing I hate about Kinnporsche, it is their use of comedy. I understand the show is in part a comedy and they have been serious moments that are handled well but the tonal shift from serious to slapstick comedy often gives me whiplash.

I am going to use episode 8 as a case study of sorts to highlight what I find so annoying about this device.

Episode 8 is one of the more divisive episodes in Kinnporsche series, its divisiveness was made apparent in the split that occurred in the fandom after it aired. Some people thought it was amazing others thought it was horrible and a waste of time. I am stuck somewhere in the middle. I think the episode started out great, it brought out the sweet and escapist nature of the Kinnporsche relationship, the dates, sneaking around and Porsche's conversation with Yok and his friends were all 👩‍🍳😘 for me. My problem with the episode only begins with the latter part.

I hated the jokey and senseless way Tawan's character was introduced. It was stupid and achieved next to nothing. Before anyone points out that it made Kinnporsche to have a conversation, that is something that could have been achieved in a different way. But no, for the sake of comedy we must have Porsche being haunted by Zombie Tawan.

The show changed novel canon by making it be that Kinn supposedly shoots Tawan instead of him being in London. And I understand why the story was changed that way, it shows the danger of their world and if Tawan betrayed Kinn just letting him go off to London would seem weird. But the show doesn't make use of this premise, we have Tawan stalking Kinn being made into a ghost joke that while funny simply eats up screen time that could have been used to achieve better things.

A way I would change that entire half and achieve the same plot development is have someone, maybe Pete drop the Tawan bomb to Porsche without knowing its significance to Porsche or have Porsche find Tawan's picture among Kinn's stuff and realizing that he isn't the first person Kinn has been happy with, cue conversation, and then we have Kinn flashback to the day he was supposed to kill Tawan and being unable to do it.

We can even use the whole Tawan haunting Porsche thing but take out the over the top comedy and have Kinn be alerted that something might be wrong because while everyone else thinks Tawan is dead Kinn knows he is alive and Porsche suddenly seeing him means he is back despite Kinn asking him to disappear. But instead we get Kinn who is just super calm and goes off to make merits, like it's just another day on the job when your current bf is seeing your supposed to be dead bf despite never actually meeting him.

Also, why is no one talking about the fact that Tawan is still alive when Kinn was supposed to kill him. A short scene of Papa Korn digging at Kinn for not having the guts to finish the job would have been appreciated but nope, we just get Kinn saying 'so you are still alive' to Tawan and everything is fine and dandy.

I am not even going to go into the absurdity of Kinn believing Tawan (lying, betraying ass.) over Porsche because there is a possibility that there is more to the story and I don't want to be forced to eat my own words. The thing I just want to say is I won't get my hopes up because I don't trust Kinn as a character, I don't trust his perception and intellect because the show doesn't seem to want us to. In a show like The Devil Judge, I learned to trust Kang Yohan, I learned to believe that he would always have a plan because that's the kind of smart character he was.

Too much in this show is been chucked up to plot convenience and it is getting so absurd that my bullshit meter and suspension of disbelief is reaching max point. Tawan is poisoned and no one tries to investigate how it happened. We just sail past that, Vegas is allowed to walk around the main family house like it's his and no one seems to be telling the heads of the family. There are many more that I can't even remember now. I would like to believe that the show will clear up some of these stuff but my expectations are low because I know better than to trust the writers of shows in general, you tell yourself they are too smart to write something so absurd and senseless but they just go forward and prove you wrong.

To put an end to an over long post, I want to say that Kinnporsche is doing its best but as a consumer I have the right to point out this parts I see as flaws. I have come to learn that lowering my expectations and expecting nothing has allowed me to enjoy the show better. In a way, it is pioneering a new type in thai BL world and I hope if season 2 does come some of these things will be rectified. Comedy isn't bad but you have to decide if you want your show to be a complete slapstick show or something to be taken seriously, I don't want it to be all gloom and doom, the jokes are nice but can be too much at times. The plot is also not as realized as I would like it to be but like I said before, my expectations are now lowered because what I wanted is not what I am getting and I am grateful that we are getting anything at all.

#kinnporsche #vegaspete #kinnporsche the series #mimikris9 #ask me stuff #kinn theerapanyakul

[kyracanwrite]

You hurt me, And I said sorry. Part 1.

Class 1 a x Fem! Reader

Summary; Y/n stays with a boy who is un loyal to her. She keeps going back and she can’t stop. It’s like he’s an addiction. Her fellow classmates soon realize this and try to break her from the toxic cycle.

Pronouns; She/Her

WARNINGS; Cussing, Domestic abuse/Violence, gaslighting, mental abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse, toxic relationship, mentions of sex, cheating/adultery, oral; m-receiving, threesome, peer pressuring, manipulation.

Now playing----------- Leni by Crystal Castles

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UP NEXT;

My kind of woman

Swing lynn

Space song

Ykwim?

Crimewave

☾☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☹︎☽

As Y/n lied in her bed, the image of her boyfriend having sex with another woman played on repeat in her head.

Tears rolled down her rosy cheeks,

𝘼𝙢 𝙄 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝? 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙. 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩, 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙’𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨. 𝙄’𝙢 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙. 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

She thought. She hoped what he did meant nothing and he was just very needy.

She finally got up from her bed and decided to go to school. She was confronted by Mina about her relationship and she got upset and stopped going to school for a few days. Her relationship was happy and healthy. Everything was ok. Nothing was wrong. She was happy, he was happy, everyone was happy.

She walked her way to school, more like dragged her way, but that’s besides the point. Entering the gate she got a few concerned gazes but she brushed them off.

She took her time walking to her classroom, and tried avoiding anyone even remotely concerned for her. She hated to make them worry on such a useless thing. It was nothing. She was safe. He loved her. She loved him.

With her head hung low in thought, she had reached her class room. She walked through the door and everyone stared at her. She felt uncomfortable with all the eyes on her and walked to her desk in the back corner.

She started sketching a drawing of a happy couple and tears pricked at her E/c orbs.

She shook her head, reminding herself she was at school and that her problems aren’t even that bad. There’s people out there going through a lot more than her and she shouldn’t be so selfish. Plus she was happy with her boyfriend. She couldn’t ask for a better one.

Right?

W̶R̶O̶N̶G̶

Aizawa walked in and glanced at Y/n with concern, his eyes asking why she was gone.

She gave him a fake reassuring smile, showing him that she was okay, and he shouldn’t be worried. He furrowed his brows but nodded, figuring she would come to him if she was in danger or anything.

She lied her head on the desk and stayed like that for the rest of class, getting concerned gazes every once in a while.

When it was lunch time, the class made up a plan to confront you, but you were gone.

“She shouldn’t hide her feelings like this. It’s unmanly.” Kirishima frowned.

“She knows she can trust us! We’re her closest friends.” Mina teared up.

“Don’t cry, raccoon eyes, we’ll get the dumbass to confess.” Bakugo rolled his eyes.

Meanwhile Y/n was on her phone, texting her boyfriend.

Y/n;

‘hi baby! I’m so sorry I didn’t meet your needs last night. Is there anything I can do for you right now? 💋’

Bf;

‘Meet me in the boys bathroom’

Y/n;

‘I’ll be right there! 🌹❤️’

She stopped texting him and made her way to the bathroom as requested.

Once she made it she looked around for any watchful eyes, not seeing any, she walked in.

She saw her boyfriend kissing another girl again, and her stomach dropped.

“Wanna join?” The other girl asked, smirking while pulling his pants down.

“O-Oh… ummm I’m kinda busy actually hah….” She turned to walk away but then heard her boyfriend speak.

“Come on, don’t be so boring! You always do this and it’s so annoying. You’re so- Ugh. A-Annoying.” He moaned as the nameless girl started sucking him off.

Y/n frowned deeply, but started taking her clothes off as-well, locking the door to the bathroom.

She really didn’t want to, but she felt as if her boyfriend would leave her for being so- for being so boring? She felt as if she had to.

(Pov change?)

The two left you in the bathroom as you pulled all your clothes back on. Tears burned your eyes and you let them fall.

’𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮!’

The voice always comes back to make you feel even more shitty.

Mascara filled tears ran down your beautiful features as you wrapped your arms around your knees and cradled yourself for comfort. You stayed like that for a while.

You sighed, getting up and not bothering to look in the mirror at the monstrosity that would look back at you.

You left the bathroom with mascara still all over your face and walked back to class, feeling sore from what had just taken place in the boys bathroom. It was way against the rules, but anything to keep your boyfriend at your side.

You limped back to your class room, aggressively wiping at your face to rid it of any mascara.

Entering the classroom, you kept your head down to avoid any eyes and walked to your seat.

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Resting your head in your hand, you doodled away on your paper, not being fully aware of what was happening around you. Everything around you was blurry and out of focus.

Hearing your name, you were pulled out of your trance.

“Y/n!? Earth to Y/n?” The teacher called out. All of your classmates were staring right at you.

Your face flushed red and you sunk into your seat.

“Y-Yes..?” You mumbled, not daring to look at your classmates or your teacher in the eyes.

“What’s the formula for 7?”

“I’m sorry the what what for number what..?”

The teacher sighed. “Can you stay after class? We need to have a chat.”

Your stomach tightened with anxiety, and you shrugged.

“Sure, whatever.”

And then class continued like normal.

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Kaneda Shotaro BF Scenarios (Request from a lovely Anon<3)

.We all know Kaneda is a natural flirt, especially in the presence of others, however when it comes to intimate moments with you, he acts distant at times. Almost as if he’s too manly to cuddle you, but the truth is he’s just a busybody, a man that dosent sit still, after all he has a gang to run. But part of it is because he’s kind of insecure around you. He sees you as this gorgeous being that shouldn’t be dating scum like him. Not just that, but he knows he moved too fast in past relationships and realized he truly wasn’t in love back then. Hell he didn’t even realize what true love felt like until he met you

.When you and Kaneda first got together, you weren’t fooled by his smooth moves. You could tell that he was used to women falling for his charm, so you really made him work for it. You didn’t get flustered by his remarks nor his actions. You gave him a run for his money and he loved it. 

However you were a rather interesting pair. When you first met Kaneda you were new to the school and you weren’t entirely fond of your situation. You came from a more upper class family and we’re moved to the city for your fathers work. 

Thankfully everyone at your new school seemed to have their own issues going for them, so you weren’t much hot gossip. Here and there a few girls would try to start shit but you personally didn’t care, it didn’t really bother you what a bunch of washed up chics thought of you. However you weren’t weak, nor one to be messed with. You were academically smart but not a suck up and mostly kept to yourself. One day in the restroom some bitch tried to gang up on you for some drama to see if you could fight. Let’s just say you beat her pretty hard and with ease. That’s what got you involved with Kaneda.

. Hearing about your big fight and new reputation as the mysterious new girl that could kick some serious ass, Kaneda and his gang sought you out. Kaneda was asking you questions about your skills while trying to get with you as well. To his shocked ego, you just shrugged him off and responded to him in a rather bored tone. You weren’t swooning over him, nor afraid. You were certainly something new to him. Kaneda was used to the girls that swore, hooked up, and drank too much. But you were different.. You had class but we’re badass, you stood on your own as an independent women, and for coming from a higher class family acted as though your money didn’t matter. This all inspired Kaneda to follow you around more. You were a mystery, and one that he was going to solve.

. It started out by Kaneda chasing you down to speak with you after classes, then his girl friends seemed to open up to you and invite you into their little squad. You remained pretty neutral but it was nice to have people who wanted to hang out with you. Then you were eating lunch with the gang, and even walking home with them. You weren’t a fan of their antics so you didn’t really hang with them much outside of school besides walking the streets occasionally. When you would all walk home you all went in the same direction till eventually everyone broke off down their little side streets. You and Kaneda were always the last two to still be together once everyone else had gone their separate ways. And that’s how he really got to know you. At first it was just him talking and flirting, but then you noticed something change within him. He started to act more casual, cut back on the flirting, and even ask you questions about your day or life. 

. Soon everyone in the gang was catching on to you and Kaneda’s growing fondness for one another. The way you two always walked together in the back of the group, how Kaneda seemed more tame, and how you seemed to always be laughing at something he said and playfully shoving him around. Sure there would be times when both your stubborn personalities got in the way, but you both always overcame the issue. It was almost like you were Kaneda’s sign to wake up and start focusing more on his future. The pressure from the gang kept coming though. In private the boys would tease Kaneda’s about his lovesick attitude towards you and how he needed to stop being a pussy and ask you out. Whereas the girls would playfully joke about how you and Kaneda would have cute looking kids or be a great couple. When the group hung out all together you and Kaneda were practically pushed into every situation together, both teams of friends trying to play matchmaker. Both you and Kaneda secretly knew what was going on but refused to talk about it as it would make things awkward and possibly ruin what you two had. That was something Kaneda couldn’t risk. He had never met someone like you, and it changed him and made him feel things inside that he had never felt before, and it felt.. good.

. One day after class when Kaneda was walking home with you he offered to walk you the extra few minutes with you instead of turning his separate way and going to his own home. You insisted it wasn’t necessary and Kaneda knew you weren’t no damsel in distress and could handle your own extremely well, which he voiced. So you eventually gave in and he walked you home. When you reached your house you invited him inside, you could something was off… He seemed nervous? In truth, Kaneda was embarrassed for himself. Here he was standing with the most gorgeous person he ever met, hoping they would take a chance on trash like him infront of their fancy up-kept house while he was simply nothing and didn’t belong in their world of lavish things. You sensed that something like this must be the case, so you gently grabbed him by his arm and pulled him up the front porch and inside. Your parents were home much to Kaneda’s embarrassment. Your parents knew you were friends with a group of kids that would walk home together, they just never met any of them. You introduced Kaneda to your parents because he was too awkward to make a conversation, you were afraid he’d try making one of his terrible jokes that often end with someone being offended so you rushed through introductions. (I mean c’mon the man can sweet talk his way to police officers but not your parents..) Obviously your parents weren’t involved with too many details because they were too involved in their own pristine lives. It was a pretty old fashioned guy meets girls family. Your father kept asking him questions about his education and work life (Kaneda technically told the truth but phrased his words differently as if to sound like the stuff he was doing was actually good) and of course your mother offered for him to stay for dinner. Even though Kaneda was still a little frazzled his appetite wouldn’t let him pass up a free home cooked meal and he eventually started to ease up and chat at the dinner table. Hell, you barely had a chance to speak with him yourself he was so busy telling stories to your amused parents. In the end it was time for Kaneda to leave and your parents both agreed he was wonderful company and was welcome again. You took it upon yourself to walk Kaneda out and say goodnight. You both stood there laughing on the porch at the nights odd events, you teasing him about how he was nervous and clearly flustered to meet your parents. Kaneda gave you a playful scowl, there was no denying his previous actions as it was plain as day. Once the conversation dies down you and Kaneda both stood there leaning on the railing of your front porch. The cool night air brushing past your faces, and the sounds of cicadas and croaking frogs filled your ears. “I should probably go..” Kaneda said, walking down the steps. Before he could say another word you cut him off by pulling him back by his collar and planting a quick peck on his cheek. And let me tell you, this man turned like 50 shades of red. From there you left him standing there speechless as you turned around and headed back inside. A smirk on your face as you had beaten Kaneda at his own flirtatious game. 

. The next day after class on your way to lunch you were swiftly intercepted by Kaneda. You felt his hand gently grab at your wrist as he tugged you to the empty side hallway. “Kaneda-! What the hell?” You whisper-shouted, almost having a heart attack when you felt someone touch you out of nowhere. “We need to talk about last night.” Kaneda said, crossing his arms as you stood opposed to him leaning against the lockers. “What about it?” You asked, clearly acting stubborn yourself. “Ohhh just the fact that you totally are into me..” Kaneda said casually, giving you that cocky-ass smirk that you had a love/hate relationship with. You shot him back a scowl, showing that you weren’t into his “manly” ego. One of these days you were seriously going to have to humble this boy…

“And what if I was..? Doesn’t mean I want anything from you.” You responded, your arms crossed but your cheeks flushed. There was just something about this damn boy that you couldn’t help but be charmed by. “Well good because if you did like me and my feelings were the same, I’d have to do this-“ He said, gently pressing up against you, his arm around your waist as his lips met yours. You found yourself kissing back, your hands pressed against his chest. You could feel his rapid heartbeat, proof of his feelings. The two of you stood there captivated by your own kiss, until the bell signaling The beginning of lunch rang out. Both of you broke apart slightly breathless, your faces a cherry blush. “Will you be my girlfriend?” Kaneda rushed out, a lopsided grin on his face as he nervously scratched the back of his neck. A smirk broke out across your face as you quipped back “Are you into me or something?” Mocking Kaneda’s earlier attitude and adding in that cringey deep boy voice for full effect. “Shut the hell up..” Kaneda chuckled, still waiting for an answer. He didn’t like how nervous he felt, he had never really felt this way or acted this much about any one’s opinion or approval. That’s why you were special. That’s how he knew he truly loved you. “I’d love to go out with you!” You smiled, intertwining his fingers with your own. Telling your friends would be an entirely different story..

. The gang had obviously picked up on the change in you and Kaneda’s behavior. After all, they had been placing bets of when the two of you would get together from the start. But now there was no denying it. At first it was always Kaneda being a lost puppy dog and a helpless flirt, but now he seemed more kind and the flirting was a two way street. You guys tried to be discreet but your friends knew you better and it wasn’t until Tetsuo pointed out the obvious one day and basically forced you guys to admit you were dating.

. Since most of your friends suspected you and Kaneda were a thing long before you both confessed, nothing really changed between the group. However they did make a little less trouble because you would have to occasionally pull Kaneda by his ear and scold him for going to far on something. The gang actually enjoyed seeing Kaneda get humbled at times, and honestly Kaneda found it pretty hot when you did. The only time it could ever get scary was if both you and Kaneda were annoyed with one another, then everyone would have to hold their breath the entire day and pray things blew over (they usually did). You and Kaneda weren’t a perfect couple and you were both stubborn minded individuals, so it was natural for small fights to occur. However if something major was to ever happen it would end up being the guys vs the girls in this situation (the girls backing you up and the boys rooting for Kaneda) However the boys knew that you women were not a force to be reckoned with (they had seen how you all treated the other girls that seemed to have a bone to pick with you) and none desired to be on the opposing end of that fight, so nothing bad ever really happened. After an argument Kaneda would probably go sulk or burn off steam by fighting or going for a ride. He wasn’t really a man of comfort naturally and normally wouldn’t apologize until you sought him out. He was the type of guy that needed space after an argument but at the same time wanted to hold you and comfort you from the things he said. You could see in Kaneda’s eyes the look of shame and embarrassment in himself after yelling at you for an unreasonable reason, so after you gave him some time alone you would go find him and talk things out. You tended to keep your cool more than Kaneda but the same events took place even if you were the one to shout first. 

On the days things weren’t so good for Kaneda you would find him deep in thought and sulking on your back porch, debating weather to bother you about his problems. You understood that showing vulnerability was hard for him (being the leader of a gang and stuff) so you never pressured him to talk. Some days you would just sit beside him in silence staring up at the stars. Your head in his lap as you curled up against him and played with the hem of his shirt. Kaneda felt comfort in holding you, and it grounded him and made him realize just how lucky he was to have you and it allowed him to be more vulnerable at times. Some days Kaneda would explain what the issue was and ask for your advice, other times he didnt want to worry you or get you involved so he kept silent.

One the days you were upset Kaneda would try every little thing he could to see you smile. He’d make jokes, point out things he found funny, and try to spend more time with you. One night he stopped over at your house to check in on you because you had been acting off all day. Your parents had answered the door and let him up into your room (you were rich and your parents weren’t strict assholes like mine). With a soft knock he opened your door to see you seemingly upset and scrolling on your phone. He of course came to you asking what was up and if everything was alright. This of course caused you to break and start crying. You felt Kaneda pull you into his lap as he held you, letting you sob into his shoulder. When the tears slowed to a stop he’d ask you to look at him and tell him what was wrong. It was just a bad day for you, so there wasn’t a huge problem to discuss so you and Kaneda flipped on the tv and cuddled. Kaneda holding you in his lap, fingers gently playing with your hair as you fidgeted with his fingers, enjoying one another’s company. Sometimes he’d stay with you until you drifted off to sleep, and once you were asleep he’d carefully tuck you in and then head downstairs to say goodbye and thanks to your parents.

.You and Kaneda didn’t really spend too much one on one time together in school because you were both apart of the same friend group (not that he ever passed up the chance to have you on his arm and brag how he was lucky enough to have you as girlfriend), but outside of school you guys would do all sorts of things. Some days he’d take you for rides on his bike, other days you could convince him to stay in and play video games with you. One time he even let you drive his bike, however the whole time he was a helicopter parent but acted like everything was fine. Turns out he had nothing to worry about, you were a great driver and the only other person he trusted with his bike (which at times pissed Tetsuo off). Each day he made sure to walk you to your street, and sometimes your mom would invite him in for dinner which he gladly agrees too. Soon Kaneda practically became an extension to your family, and he was even invited to your lake house for a weekend. Your parents still didn’t know the whole truth about him but he treated well and respected them so he passed their requirements as a good boyfriend for their child.

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