#why’d i write this? just cus.
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contains ; sfw. budding romance. fem!farmer. a bit of ooc!maru. unestablished feelings. maru just wants to stir the pot 😁!
note ; i don’t even know where this came from.
lmfao i’m just thinking abt maru that definitely knows somethings going on between you and harvey just because she works at the front desk of the clinic.
aside from the first few times you came in to say hello, acquaint yourself with the two during the first couple weeks you were in town—it started to stand out much more that you weren’t just stopping in to greet her as well.
in fact, she’s seen you walk into the clinic even on her days off. she knows you’re not coming to see her.
it started off brief, she’d raise her head to the chime of the glass door opening, seeing you walking in with a smile. “is it an emergency?” she’d ask, scanning you while you quickly shook your head, “ah, no. i’m just here to say…hi.”
you were always polite about it; when she was behind the counter, you’d ask her questions about her day if it wasn’t busy. you at least pretended like she was the reason you came in.
but when you’d disappear in the back for a good while, she’d hear the laughter come from your throat and the shy hum of her boss’ voice through the thin walls.
she wasn’t naive. in fact, it became one of the highlights of her day.
by this point, she was already well aware of what was going on. so why not make it enjoyable for herself as well?
here you are again—she’s lost count of how many times it’s been. for a while she just started telling you how it is; “he’s in the back,” or when she’s feeling particularly bored, “you already know where he is,” just to see your eyes widen and your lips purse coyly.
however, this time it happened to be a very slow day. she’s been sitting behind the counter twiddling her pen for an hour now. she already finished up any extra work she could occupy herself with; now it was just a waiting game.
until you walked in, and she perked up a little.
“hey farmer, how’s it going?” she asks, slapping on a smile and tilting her head.
“i’m good, maru. how’re you? how’s that robot you were working on?” you’re sweet, but she can tell from the way your gaze darts to the door that you weren’t expecting to stop and chat.
“really good! and how’s the farm doing?” she leans in, propping her chin in her palm.
you let out a light laugh, “wonderful. just picked up some extra seeds, actually.” you gesture towards your bag, making it seem like coming into the clinic was only just because you were nearby; yet you both know that isn’t the case.
“oo, what kinds?” maru chirps, feigning much more interest then she actually cares for.
you lick your lips, once again your gaze fixing towards the door, before you plant your feet on the wrong side of the counter since the conversation doesn’t appear to be ending.
“y’know, just some seasonal ones. radish seeds, and i was low on wheat.” you recap, easily a little awkwardly.
“ahh,” she nods in understanding, hardly though.
you sit in silence for a moment. to you, it’s stiffening, it makes your eyes wander anywhere else besides her. but to maru, it’s the most interesting thing that has happened to her all day. seeing your lips purse, and looking down when she hears you softly crack your knuckle.
“so, uh… is—i’m gonna…” you mumble, taking an awaiting step towards the door, before she grins.
“oh! duh. give me a minute, he’s been busy with a couple patients all day so let me see if he’s free.” she straightens up, warm grin on her cheeks.
which isn’t something she’s ever had to do, and that was for a reason—because she’s never needed to. but what’s the harm in allowing her in on a little fun, right?
she hardly stifles her laugh when she turns away, pushing against the door just across the hall where she knows he sits patient-less—just like he always is when you come in. it’s clear you’ve discussed his schedule before, which is why you’re probably raising your eyebrows out in the lobby.
“harvey, the farmer’s here for you. like usual.” she feels inclined to add, leaning against the handle of the door.
“oh!” he turns in his chair, eyes flicking to the clock on the wall before he looks at her. “is she hurt?” it’s impossible to miss the instant worry in his tone.
obviously he’d assume so, maru has never come in to let him know of your presence.
“nope!” she smiles, “want me to send her in?”
he blinks for a moment or two, so amusing, before he nods with a hum.
and just before she closes the door she gets to see him take a quick peek in the mirror, reaching up to ruffle his hair.
“alright, he’s free. ‘round the corner, you know where he is.” maru chaffs, nodding her head in the direction.
you briefly laugh, still dripping in awkwardness that only makes her entire evening.
but, if there’s one thing about maru, it’s that she’s quite nosy. it’s unbelievable how badly she wants to ask about it.
it’s clear from the way you’re always together, seen in public, and even sometimes at festivals she’ll look over to see you talking his ear off—that you’re into him.
and from all the times she’d mention your name just to see his eyes flicker, his posture straighten, and his hands slightly tremble—he’s into you.
hell, even the times when she’d be standing in the same room as you two, watching the overly expressive eye contact, the fleeting touches; it felt like she was watching a live rom-com.
whether you both realize it or not; she does. which only makes it so much more enjoyable on her end.
#✎ drabbles !#why’d i write this? just cus.#she constantly watches the farmer run to the back w coffee#she’s gotta know…#harvey x farmer#sdv harvey#sdv harvey x farmer#sdv harvey x reader#sdv bachelor hcs#sdv bachelors#sdv harvey hcs#harvey sdv
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Soft launching with a song | instagram au | lando Norris x femreader | Face claim Sabrina Carpenter
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Idk y but I think Artem may be a switch. Uh what if he shows his rough side?
anons yall got me thinking about how Artem will finally stop being so vanilla because you got him so sexually frustrated that all he wants to do is fuck you. a bit ooc (but also not cus maybe he IS a switch 👀) but damn do i really wanna see this side of him. i’m combining these three requests cus that’s the only way i’ll write them all at this point, i’ve been so busy with work lately it’s insane. anyways i wrote this one on my phone again (cus for some reason write better on my phone idk why). so i’ll format this properly tomorrow morning but anyways, here’s food. a short one but food nevertheless
ps. idk which prompt 50 is from so i just did 22 from prompt #1 cus it fits the writing <3
Pairing: Artem Wing x afab!reader
Words: 786 words
Tags: office sex, dirty talking, window sex, dom!artem, daddy kink, creampie
Artem tries so hard to ignore it. He has to finish these goddamn paperwork but you’re not helping by coming to his office every night to ‘check in on him.’ You usually just sit across him and watch him work, your feet rubbing against his cock under the desk, teasing him all while talking about the case he’s working on. And he entertains your conversations so casually, as if he doesn’t have a raging hard on behind those pants. And for 3 straight days, he tries to ignore this. But 3 days was enough.
One night, he just loses it. It is hard not to when you come in his office in a trench coat with nothing else underneath. You remove it and let it pool around your ankles and take your usual position across him. You expect him to just ignore you and continue working again, but tonight is different.
“Stand up. Go and stand near the window. Now.”
His stern voice makes you nervous but you obey him anyway, leaving your seat to stand next to the window. You feel exposed like this, completely naked while he’s still fully dressed in his suit.
Artem closes in the distance between you two and grabs onto your small hand before placing it against his erection. You can feel it twitch even with all the layers of clothing. “Can you see what you’re doing to me—fuck.” And slams your back against the window, kissing you, invading your mouth with his tongue — his kisses rough and desperate leaving you both breathless.
“Guess the only way I’m finishing this case is by fucking you first.” He turns you around and shoves his hand between your thighs, forcing your legs open so he can touch your cunt through your soaked panties. His hot breath brushes against your ear and you moan at the sudden intrusion of his fingers inside your wet heat.
“Damnit you drive me crazy…beg for it or I’ll stop.” He says, his fingers now lodged inside you but remain unmoving. You whine and roll your hips against him, desperate for the friction. “I’ve been waiting for this, Mr. Wing. Please…want you to fuck me.”
And goddamn does he fuck you. He fucks you right then and there, against the glass window of his office, the door ajar and forgotten—anyone could walk right in at any moment. He’s not stopping any time soon, not when he has finally gotten a taste of that cunt that he’s been missing for so long now.
“Fuck me, daddy…” You moan, his fucking has turned your brain into mush, causing the words to leave your lips so carelessly. Hearing you call him that made him freeze for a second and you whine at the sudden lack of movement. “Why’d you stop—“
“…say that again.”
“…say what?” you ask, turning your head back to look at him. He pushes your face against the glass and leans in, his breathing hot and heavy. “Call me daddy…” and he thrusts back into you, his cock stretching you wide once again.
“Ah—fuck daddy. Please fuck me…daddy…please!” Your voice getting louder at every thrust, his pace increasing, each slam inside your cunt harder than before.
“Should I cum inside you, you dirty slut? Tell me.”
“Yes…please inside me…please.” Your pleas desperate and it’s music to his ears.
“Please, what?”
Your brain rattles at the particular hard thrust of his cock inside you, yet it amazes you that you know exactly what he’s asking for.
“PLEASE DADDY!”
That’s all he needed to hear and it sends him immediately over the edge, his hips bucking violently against you, pushing you harder against the wall as he erupts inside you. A string of curses leave his lips, his head thrown back in sheer pleasure as he shoots his cum inside your spasming walls.
The feeling of his hot semen inside you makes you cum around him and you moan against the glass, fogging up the window with your hot breath. Artem fucks you through your orgasm, his last few thrusts slow and gentle before pulling out, leaving your thoroughly fucked body slump against the glass.
Artem gathers you in his arms and carries you towards the couch, placing you gently on it. He proceeds to clean you up, wiping the combined fluids from your thighs before draping the trench coat over your body.
“No funny business until I finish this case, okay?” He smiles at you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before making his way back to his desk. You watch him from the distance, admiring how quickly he regains the focus he needs for his work as you drift slowly into your slumber.
#brainrotdump#zuo ran#artem wing smut#artem x reader#prompt request#smut prompts#anon asks#xtotx-ask#totnsfw#tears of themis smut
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home workout | bokuto koutarou x gn!reader
“i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”
warnings: 18+, sub!bokuto, jealous!reader (i mean who wouldn’t be when bokuto, your goddamn boyfriend, is perceived by other people the fuck), also lowkey possessive!reader, lotsa licking and sucking, nipple play, some praise (from reader) and some begging, brief mention of dacryphilia, kinda soft at the end
w/c: 1.5k sheesh
a/n: bokuto brainrot has me in literal tears. him being completely clueless to people flirting w him cus he doesn’t recognize romance from anyone but you has me so soft. i luv this man w my whole heart !!!!! ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE BAKUGO FIC I JUST ABOUT SHIT MY PANTS WOOWWOWO
you weren’t an idiot. you knew that your boyfriend was attractive in literally every aspect of the word. he was sweet, patient, and kind, and what he lacked in academic smarts was made up tenfold in his emotional maturity and ability to read people. big and beefy, bokuto was all yours and all you wanted to stay trapped within his arms forever. unfortunately, to maintain the figure you adored so much and stay in shape for the volleyball season, he had to leave the four walls of your shared bedroom far more than you liked, having a daily obligation to spend a few hours at the gym.
once again, you weren’t an idiot. the few times that your work schedule and his training schedule aligned, you’d been able to work out together. and despite your knowledge of just how good-looking bokuto was and the fact that other people could perceive him (much to your chagrin) you were shocked at just how much people shamelessly flirted with him.
cute girls with matching leggings and sports bras practically clung to his biceps, gushing about how strong he was and how he could probably pick them up with just one hand. their incessant giggling, mesmerizing hair twirling, and teasing touches pissed you off to no end, and you’d tug your boyfriend away before their breasts got too close to him for your liking.
something else you noticed was that, no matter how blatantly obvious the girls seemed to be, the guys were somehow worse, flirting through terms you couldn’t even understand. they compared deadlift weights, bicep curls, hip thrusts; you gritted your teeth thinking about whether they’d ever compared cock sizes in the locker room—you wouldn’t put it past those thirsty gym rats. sneaky bastards.
and bokuto, of course, was oblivious to it all. how could you blame him—he was so used to being adored! you knew that, to him, all of their praises paled in comparison to yours, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. he was all yours—should be all yours—and you hated sharing him with the world.
you woke up saturday morning with a ringing in your ears, hand smacking the nightstand trying to turn off that god-awful alarm noise, bleary eyes barely able to focus on the text notification from your boyfriend.
[5:33 AM] kou: gm babe!!!! i didnt wanna wake u up cus u looked so peaceful! im heading to the gym rn. text me when ur up! love uu
[5:34 AM] kou: should be home around 9!! gym bud wants to show me something so i might be a little late for breakfast.
just to reiterate, you weren’t an idiot. for all the annoying flirting you noticed when you were with bokuto, there was no doubt in your mind that there must be a lot more when he was at the gym alone, which, unluckily for you, was most of the time since he was a freakin’ pro athlete and all.
you couldn’t prevent the pool of envy from swirling in your gut. gym bud? are you serious? who could that be? the girl with the arm tat or the dude with the dreads? no, maybe its that yoga instructor with the ass—
you shook your head, clearing your brain. you’d be here for hours if you went through everyone at that stupid gym that had ever shown interest in bokuto. the clock read 9:53 AM and the green flame in your body only burned brighter. just as you were about to call him and ask where he was, the front door slammed open.
“babe! i’m home!”
you silently put your phone down, teeth still clenching in jealousy. for some reason, hearing his voice only exacerbated the tension in your shoulders. you needed him. now.
“babe?” his voice creeped closer as he tread through the hallway towards the room. “you up?”
you peeked your head out of the doorframe, cheery voice masking your devilish intentions, “kou!"
his eyes brightened as he made eye contact with you and flashed his trademark smile. “hey! what’s u-” he took in the mischievous glint in your eyes “-p?”
you grabbed his burly forearm, yanking him behind you and walking towards him, forcing him to stumble and fall back on the bed. “wait! i’m all gross and sweaty,” he said, “gym showers were broke-”
“i don’t care. take off your shirt.”
“wow, someone’s eager. missed me that much?”
“watch it,” you glared. “i’m not in the mood, kou.”
he gulped at the dominance radiating from your voice, scrambling to take off the t-shirt that stretched between his pecs perfectly. with the fabric off and throw haphazardly to the side, he looked to you expectantly, the epitome of innocence.
your eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, the remnants of a soft sheen of sweat from his workout making it shine in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. your heart stuttered in your chest—he looked like an angel. coupled with the way with his bottom lip was tucked under his front teeth and the wide, anticipating look in his eyes, fuck. you almost smiled how blessed you felt in that moment, to see him in such a raw, alluring position, before a jarring thought caused your lips to twitch back into a frown.
everyone else can see him, too.
your eyes hardened. maybe they can see him all big and strong, you thought, but they’ll never get to see him like this: submissive.
and so fucking sensitive.
within an instant, your lips were latched on the soft spot above his collarbone, causing him to whimper in pleasure. you continued to travel along his throat, slowly working your way to the other side of his neck and crossing back to nibble at his adam’s apple.
you unexpectedly pulled away, drawing a short whine from him, before repositioning yourself so that you were straddling his outstretched legs. slowly, starting from the hem of his shorts, you dragged your tongue between the ridges of his abs, moving up towards his pecs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling the muscles tense underneath.
“fuck,” he groaned. as your lips puckered around one of his peaked nipples, he uncontrollably jerked his hips up, inadvertently rubbing his sensitive cock between your legs. overwhelmed by the sensation, he moaned. “fuck.”
“you taste good,” you muttered, grazing your teeth over his other nipple. “just wanna taste you all the time. you’d let me, right?”
thoughts muddled by just how good everything felt, he nodded mindlessly. “i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”
you paused. raising your head from his chest, you made eye contact with him, so intense he almost closed his eyes to shield himself from the blaze burning in your dilated pupils. “why’d you stop,” he begged, “i want more. feels so good and i wan’ mor-”
“say it again,” you demanded. “tell me that you’re mine.”
his eyes, glossed over and prickled with tears precariously close to falling, squeezed tightly as he spoke, unable to control the growing volume of his voice. “’m all yours. always. all yo- yours.” he gasped as you resumed your movements, pinching the sensitive skin around his v-line while fervently leaving sloppy kisses on his chest.
“good boy.”
he keened at your praise. another light touch to his cock combined with the passage of your mouth had him trembling, and his breath hitched as he cried out in warning, tears now flowing freely over his flushed cheeks. “m’ gonna cum, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”
“yeah?” you whispered, lips brushing against his strained abs. “go ahead then.”
“fuck!” he whined, blabbering as you sat back and watched in awe of the beauty before you, a big strong man like him reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess. “fuck, fuck—you always make me feel so, s-so go-od, fuck i love you.”
with soaked shorts and an exhausted sigh, he dropped his head back onto the plush comforter of the bed. you flattened your palms on his quivering body, reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he panted, running his fingers through your hair before nudging your face to look at him, staring at you with an expression of pure bliss and adoration. he studied you for a bit before declaring with a soft smile, “you’re the best. so fuckin’ happy that i’m yours.”
driven by affection, he sat up and reached his arms around your waist, snuggling his chin over your shoulder and mashing your chests, yours clothed and his naked, together. “kou wait!” you shrieked. “you’re all sweaty again! it’s gross!”
he chuckled. as if you hadn’t been spoiling him by licking it up just a few minutes ago. “you’re right. i‘m probably sweating more now than i was after my workout.”
at that, your ears perked up. “well maybe you should do home workouts more often then,” you teased.
“you’re right,” he repeated with a grin, “maybe i should.” if it meant more mornings like these, he’d forego the gym in a heartbeat.
that night, he canceled his gym membership. after all, he reasoned, it’s offseason anyway.
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#i jus wanna lick him clean#sue me#kinky.inky#haikyuu smut#hq smut#haikyuu bokuto#bokuto smut#bokuto x reader#koutarou x reader#bokuto
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Do you have any headcanons or drabbles for Silco enjoying hyper-feminine fashion and makeup? I’ve always thought of him wearing a full face of makeup and getting hot/bothered when he sees his reflection. He’d look amazing in a mini skirt and heels! ❤️ love your work! Cheers!
Lolll it’s kinda funny to think of Silco all dolled up 💅🏾 ✨
It actually really makes me think about something - now, Silco is one of the bosses or kingpins of the undercity - a place where it’s completely normal to see someone scarred or looking like they’ve been through some serious ish. A place where’d you’d probably be respected for those scars cus it shows “dang that guys been through it, and he’s still kicking”
But Silco wears makeup to cover his scars (he even bothers to draw his eyebrow on which I literally didn’t even notice until someone else pointed it out) But what I’m trying to get at is, Silco really doesn’t need to wear makeup but he does anyway. Why?
Could be a couple reasons:
1) maybe he’s actually self conscious about the scars considering how he got them, so he’d rather keep them hidden, or
2) he genuinely enjoys the process of doing his makeup or
3) literally both
I can honestly see him and Jinx bonding over doing makeup together. I mean, he completely trusts her do his eye injection thing, so why not his makeup routine as well (well maybe doesn’t want her to doodle on his face which she totally would)
“You’re writing something on my face, aren’t you?”
“No I’m not!”
“I can feel you writing something.”
“Then why’d you ask if you already knew?”
“Take it off.”
Fine …can you guess what i wrote though?”
“…Ka-boom.”
“Wow you’re good!”
“Erase it, Jinx”
“Ugh, fine…your no fun.”
But anyways LOL yeah I can totally see himself getting all full of himself when he has a particularly good makeup day. Will take an extra few minutes admiring himself in his mirror while Sevika is just like: 🤨
But don’t you dare interrupt or even think about judging him while he’s feeling himself unless you want to face his wrath.
~meme time~
No one:
Silco when he’s alone:
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Easy - Eren Jaeger
Eren Jaeger x Reader - fluff, college!au
AN - If you saw me post this before, no you didn’t. But in actuality it is a repost I just changed it to second person oops. But anyway, hopefully anyone who sees it for the second time likes it again lol.
(A part 2 and/or prequel does exist for this in my brain if anyone was ever interested!)
Song vibes: Easy by Troye Sivan ft. Kasey Musgraves
Summary - Just a pair of friends that definitely do not like each other. But leave their rooms at midnight for each other with no hesitation, and know each other’s food orders, and are low-key affectionate with each other. A pair of friends.
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Y/N: Hey :)
Eren drags his head out of his textbook as his phone goes off. Pushing stray hairs back off his forehead and out of his eyes. His tired eyes lit slightly at the sight of your name. His fingers quickly replying
Eren: Hey u
He glances at the time, 12.03 am, he frowns, worried whyyou were awake so late. Three bubbles appear on his screen as he waits for your reply to arrive.
Y/N: U up?
Eren: I’m texting u back aren’t I?
Her reply takes slightly longer this time, and his mouth crooks up at the side, picturing the eye roll you were most definitely doing.
Y/N: Shut up
You know what I mean
Eren: Yeah I’m up
Last minute studying
He pulls the phone from its charger and leans back in his chair, one foot against the desk leg and swinging back slightly. You take a little longer to reply and his eyes drift to the top of the screen where your contact picture is. His mouth betrays him again and a smile ghosts over it.
The picture is simple. A candid of you sat proudly in front of a sandcastle you were making at the beach during spring break. Your legs splayed either side of it, covered in sand. You were smiling up at someone, probably Sasha, your hair a wavy, salty mess, blowing in the sea breeze.
Your reply finally comes, vibrating the phone in his hand and dragging him from his thoughts. He rolls his eyes at your message.
Y/N: Midnight Taco Bell run? :)
Eren: Have you been smoking?
Y/N: No I just also happen to be doing midnight work and have a craving
His fingers move to reply before another message comes through, very quickly, and he pauses.
Y/N: And I miss your dumb face
Eren: You mean my pretty face?
Y/N: I change my mind I’m asking Jean
Eren: Shut up I’m getting ready now
Y/N: :))
Eren chucks the phone over to his bed, staring at his textbook for a second. He knows he should keep studying, or better yet, go to bed. But he misses you too. He stands from the seat and shuffles around his room, quietly as possible. Armin was definitely asleep and would definitely make a dumb comment about Eren being whipped for someone he wasn’t even dating.
Eren brushes off the thought and pulls his sneakers on, swaps his gym shorts for sweatpants and scrapes his hair back into the best bun he can manage.
After wandering out of his room he grabs his keys and wallet from by the door and shuts it over with the quietest click he can manage.
On his walk to his car he sends one more text.
Eren: Getting in the car now
Eren: I’ll be like 10 mins
Y/N: I’ll be the cute one in pyjamas ;)
He laughs at the flirtatious message before switching on his car and driving off.
His mind doubles back to what would be Armin’s comments on the situation. They weren’t dating, but flirting between friends was entirely normal. He shakes off feeling the need to justify his relationship with you. You were friends, best friends. That almost hooked up once. The first time you met. But now you were just friends.
Before he even realises it he’s pulling up at the kerb by your building, his eyes glancing up to the door and watching a shadowy figure emerge. His head leans back against the headrest when her form comes into the dim street lights.
You’re dressed the same as him, sweatpants hugging your hips and an oversized hoodie drowning your top half. He squints for a second, was that his hoodie? Nah, it probably wasn’t, you had similar taste in hoodies anyway. You push the hood back when you reach the car, a mess of hair tumbling out around your face. It resembled a bedhead, but he knew you well enough to conclude you’d been sleepily running hands through it all night to make the mess. Tugging at the roots in efforts to stay focused on whatever it was you were working on.
You tug the door open and pull yourself into the seat. Situating yourself before turning to him and pushing your glasses up her nose, foregoing contacts at this hour, ‘Hi.’
He smiles down at your smaller form, ‘Hey you.’
‘Let’s get going.’
He raises an eyebrow at you, watching you slide down in the seat. Your eyes are wide as you stare back, ‘What?’
‘Seatbelt.’
You roll your eyes and push yourself back up, reaching for the seatbelt, ‘Yes, mother.’
Hearing the belt click in place he pulls off, satisfied with your safety being secured.
You grab his phone from the cupholder, and push it under his face slightly, not obstructing his view but close enough for him to give it a quick glance and unlock his face ID for you. You start scrolling spotify and find your combined playlist, made with midnight food runs in mind. RnB starts flowing out of his speakers.
Dropping the phone back in the cupholder you turn to look at his profile, ‘So what you been studying for?’
‘Psychology final, not until next week but after I kinda bombed the midterm I don’t wanna be caught off guard. You?’
‘Final project is due in two weeks. I’ve kinda got it finished but I’m not sure.’
He smiles, knowing you were just being a perfectionist about it.
‘Am I gonna get to read it?’
‘Why do you want to?’ You laugh at him, looking over at his profile that was focused on the road ahead, but seeing his lip was pulled up in a smirk.
‘Cause you haven’t shut up about it all year, I wanna know if all the support snacks I’ve bought you have been worth it.’
You scrunch up your face and shove it down into the hoodie you were adorned in. It smelt like Eren. Wait, was this his hoodie?
‘Huh, nothing to say back?’ His grin is too smug as he steals a look at you. You glare up at him, ‘Shut up.’
Silence settles over you in the last minutes before you approach the destination. You push yourself up to sit when the glowing sign comes into view, your eyes lighting up again.
‘Drive thru or sit in?’ Eren questions, approaching slowly as he waits for an answer.
‘Sit in, please.’ He nods before swinging into a parking spot.
You both jump out and Eren rounds the car to your side, bumping you with his hip in greeting now you were out of the car. His hands are stuffed in his pockets but you grab hold of his sweatshirt sleeve gently as you start joking about how you had to sneak out without setting off Sasha’s food radar.
Inside you bounce ahead of him slightly, up to one of the self serve screens and start ordering. He smiles softly at how you had to shuffle the too-long hoodie sleeve up to let your hand emerge.
He comes behind you and places his chin on top of your head, watching as you confidently tapped at the different items.
‘You haven’t asked what I wanted yet.’
‘I know your Taco Bell order, idiot.’
‘Maybe I want something different this time.’
‘No you don’t.’
The screen goes black for a second while loading the checkout and he glances at your reflection. You push your glasses up your nose, looking up and sticking your tongue out at him when you see his eyes already on you.
He smiles before ruffling at your already messy hair and standing back to pull out his wallet. Glancing up, he catches you doing the same and suddenly moves quicker, as do you. Whipping out his bank card and reaching around you to tap it on the terminal, the familiar beep of a successful transaction going off before you can push your card in the bottom slot.
Eren grins in triumph while you stuff your wallet back in the hoodie and grumble, ‘Stupid contactless card.’
You pull the receipt from the machine while he walks over towards a booth, dropping into the seat and stretching his legs out while watching you.
Your hands are shoved into the hoodie, you sway and shuffle around on you feet. Standing still was never one of your strong suits.
A smile takes over Eren’s face as you yawn and rubs at your eyes, pulling the hood up over your head and pulling at the strings slightly. He chuckles at the image of your head being swallowed. You turn at the sound and frown at him, mouthing out ‘don’t laugh at me.’ Prompting his laughter to continue on.
He settles back in the booth when their number is called and you wander up to accept the tray of food.
Dropping yourself down across from him, the two of you automatically begin splitting out their food, almost instinctively knowing which packages were for who; Eren always had the nachos, you never deviated from fries.
You ate in silence for just a moment before you pick up conversation again, ‘Are you gonna go to Jean’s party after finals?’
‘So bold of you to assume Jean could pull off a decent party without me.’ He smiled, stuffing a bite of his burrito in his mouth as you giggle. ‘What about you?’
‘I mean yeah probably, if everyone else is going.’
‘Well, Jean has got me and Connie roped in to help with set up, so Connie will make Sasha go, and Sasha will make Mikasa go, who will make Armin go, who will make sure I don’t flake off early and I’ll make sure you stay.’
‘Connie and I.’ You correct, reaching for your drink.
‘Shut up.’
‘Also, Eren Jaeger flaking early from a party is wholeheartedly unheard of.’
‘I left the last one early because someone needed to be walked home after throwing up.’
You pause with the straw at your mouth, eyes narrowing in a glare.
‘You can’t get too messy this time anyway. Bertolt is gonna be there.’
You scrunch up your face in confusion, ‘Why’d you say his name like that.’
‘Because, you haven’t got laid since spring break, he’s cute and you said you guys have gotten super close from your fiction writing class.’
You roll your eyes at the tall boy’s explanation and shrug, ‘He’s kinda cute. I guess. And we haven’t gotten super close, we barely knew each other before the class.’
‘Exactly, he’s at perfect arm’s length for a hook up. You deserve it after all the stressing you’ve done this semester.’
You shrug again. Setting your drink back on the table and leaning back, your feet stretching out to bump against Eren’s, you think about it.
Eren watches you, yourr eyes staring out into space. Bertolt was cute, he didn’t get around that much from what Eren had heard of the boy, but he was sweet enough that he knew he could trust him with you, even just for a night.
But even as he looked you over, dark circles beginning to shadow under your eyes, figure swamped in your loungewear and hot sauce staining one edge of your mouth. You were way out of Bertolt’s league.
‘You’re probably way too good for him anyway.’
‘Even just for a hookup?’ Your eyes meet his green ones, your mouth showing a teasing smile starting to form.
He stuffs more burrito in his mouth and nods.
‘You think I’m too good for everyone.’
He swallows and reaches for his drink, ‘cause you are.’
‘Was I too good for you, is that why you didn’t have sex with me?’ You start grinning and laughing as he chokes on his drink. He leans an elbow on the table as he coughs, glaring at you through his lashes.
Eren sticks a hand out at you and gestures for you to cough it up. You pull a dollar from your wallet and stuffs it in his hand.
He imagines it’s the same dollar he gave you last week after he joked about your almost hook up. The metaphorical ‘don’t talk about the time we almost had sex’ jar was essentially the same dollar passed back and forth.
‘Was that one worth it?’ He raises an eyebrow at your giggling face as you reaches to open your crunchwrap, nodding in a satisfied manner.
You hold the hexagonal taco in your small hands and Eren chuckles. You eye him, taking your first bite and speaking out a muffled, ‘What?’
‘Your tiny hands always make those things look huge.’
‘Maybe your meaty boy’s hands just make it look small.’
He sticks a hand out in front of you, palm spread out to show the full size, ‘My hands are not meaty. And they’re no bigger than average.’
‘What are you talking about?’ You mirror him, lifting your hand to press a palm against his, the tips of your fingers just brushing above the second knuckle.
‘Your hands are just tiny.’
‘No, they only look small because yours are huge.’
You both fall silent, two sets of eyes trained on your pressed together hands. Eren ignores the feel of his heart pounding up against his chest.
What was wrong? They’d held hands before?
The ring of your phone blaring out an alarm drew both of them from the trance. Eren slid his fingers to interlock with your’s, playfully pushing your hand back towards your body.
‘Who’s calling you at this hour?’
‘No one, I, uh, I set an alarm for one thirty am. Otherwise we’d sit here all night, knowing the two of us.’
He lets out a small laugh, nods in agreement and starts to gather up your trash. His eyes run over your face just before standing, choosing not to make fun of the blush gracing your cheeks.
You stand and fall in stride next to him, bumping his hips with your own and poking his side, ‘What about you?’
‘What about me?’
‘Got your eye on anyone for Jean’s party?’
‘Nah, I’d rather just chill. I’ll probably spend half the night making sure Jean stays relatively sober for his own party.’ You laugh at the idea, nodding your head fervently. Jean usually ended up the messiest of the bunch.
The exit into the cold night air, and your body is immediately taken over with shivers. Eren rolls his eyes but loops an arm around your shoulder, his own body a constant furnace. You hum in appreciation, leaning into his side as he rubs at your arm.
Climbing into the car, he blasts the heat. This time you pull on your seatbelt with no need for prompting, your head turning to stare up at him, the raise of her eyebrows translating to You happy?
He stays quiet, pulling on a cheesy grin that answers back, Very.
You flop back into your seat, a yawn overtaking you and the heat of the car soothing you The effort to keep your eyes open immediately doubled.
‘You can close your eyes. I’ll wake you when we get to your building.’
You look at him with a sorry expression, ‘But I dragged you out I shouldn’t-’
‘Sleep, idiot,’ he cuts you off, lifting a hand from the steering wheel to run over your hair, long fingers running through it. Always a surefire way to make you sleepy.
You drift off quickly, a smile softly laid on your cheeks.
Eren feels his heart beating hard once again. He swallows it down. Focuses on the road. Just friends was easier.
#eren x reader#eren jaeger x reader#eren yaeger x reader#aot x reader#eren fluff#eren jaeger fluff#snk x reader#snk imagines#eren fic#eren jeager fluff#eren jeager x reader#eren jaeger fic#eren jeager fic
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November Bet
@hollandlover19 asked:
Can you write something where peter is dating the reader and she’s an avenger with similar powers to Wanda meaning she can read his mind and for the past two weeks peter has been horny as fuck and it’s driving him nuts cus he made a bet with Sam and Bucky to see who could survive the longest during no nut November so he’s trying to resist the urge to jack off but the only thing that will calm him down is y/n but she had to go on an emergency mission and won’t be back till later so he just lays in his room crying cuz everything hurts sorry if this is too specific you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to 🖤
Hey there hun! Hope you enjoy! Thank you for sending this in. Just a note: I have no idea how boners feel after a certain amount of time, but I’m assuming it’s really painful since it’s a muscle straining itself?? (i think lmao) But this was interesting to write since I usually put more humor in my writing, and this one turned out sort of sad! Everyone is over the legal age in this piece.
Masterlist is linked in my bio, tags in reblog.
Peter Parker x Reader [Angst with sort of happy ending]
Warnings: boner, pain and swearing
Word Count: 1.6k
Peter regretted the bet so much now.
It happened back on the 31st of October, when everyone was resting about, eating junk food and candy. Sam and Bucky had been teasing Peter for almost two weeks now after catching you and Peter getting a bit steamy in one of the weaponry rooms, and he wanted pay back. Peter thought he could control himself for a month because obviously he was able to do it before he reached puberty, so it should be fine! But fuck, did he regret it now, making a bet with Sam and Bucky to see who could survive the longest following the No Nut November challenge.
Day one was normal, he had so much confidence. He only let himself kiss your cheek though, and glance over to you when you would dress during the morning.
But now, two weeks in, he couldn’t fucking handle it. You were too hot. Tonight, was a gala event for Pepper and Tony starting a charity for children with heart problems which would start funding research into heart disease, and funding families who couldn’t afford treatments. You were wrapped in a silky flowing dress that Peter wanted to drool over. The small peaks he’d see over you twirling around, dancing to the classical music, and the fabric would outline your ass perfectly. Fuck, it was too much for him.
He had too many thoughts about it though. He wanted to reach out and squeeze you, spank you, trace every part of your body with his tongue. He wanted to devour you tonight; he wanted to fuck you out of your mind only to bring you back to another orgasm after the last.
Yes, the boner was showing very much.
It didn’t help when you’d look over to him worriedly, and he knew you could hear every single thought of his. It was your power, but you called it a curse. You spoke to him a few days before about how you heard his pleas to make love to you once again, but you reminded him of the bet and what he would have to do if he lost.
The loser had to streak and run across the outdoor gardens of the Compound at any time the winner felt like it; only once though. Peter thought about losing constantly, wishing he could lose, but he knew he shouldn’t. He couldn’t let Bucky and Sam win like that, after them teasing him for so long. It would be humiliating, sure, Peter didn’t care much about that. But he cared about it humiliating you as well, he didn’t want them to tease you about it too.
“Baby, want to leave?” You mumbled to Peter, causing him to flinch out of his trance. Peter gazed down at your body for a moment, and cleared his throat, flushing immensely while he looked away. Your curves… he was so in love with everything about you.
“Mm, yeah sorry about this.” Peter signaled down to his boner and he could just imagine how some people had already saw it and started speaking about him, but he just needed to leave. You nodded sympathetically back to him, reaching out and grasping his shoulder to comfort him.
He shrugged your hand off after a shiver went through his body, breathing heavily as another wave of lust flushed through him, “I’m sorry. I- I don’t mean to, it’s just…” He trailed off, glancing back up to your face and seeing you nodding understandably back to him.
“I know, I hear it too. Text Tony and Pepper in an hour and tell them something came up. They’ll be okay with it.” You responded, almost wanting to stay behind to talk with the two more. They were one of the funniest but loveliest couples you met. You felt close to them, almost as if they had a parental authority over you.
“I will, thank you.” Peter whispered back, gulping nervously as he tried to adjust his forming hard on. He just needed to go take a cold shower as soon as possible, and he already started thinking of strange things.
Deformed candles. Cheetos in beans on someone’s head. Evil cartoon characters. A dictionary with misspelled words.
You giggled, shaking your head at the things he comes up with in his thinking. You walked out of the ballroom with him, distancing yourself and opting to take an uber home instead, so he didn’t feel trapped. You worried about him during this month, realizing how bad it would feel to not nut for a guy.
You wished you could help him, but he wanted to keep the bet going.
When you got back to the Compound, your alarm instantly went off and your eyes widened, realizing you had to leave now. It was an emergency mission, you quickly read through the report, seeing that one of your contacts was revealed and gave up some information that needed to stay private. You rushed as fast as you can, barely sending a text to Peter who just got back to the Compound, saying you needed to leave.
Peter finally opened the text when he fell back on his bed, still struggling. He groaned, feeling his boner build up again, just imagining you out in the field, looking so sweaty and ready for anything. “Fuck…” He whimpered, quickly sitting up. He was worried for you being out there by yourself, but he knew he shouldn’t doubt your abilities. At the same time, he was trying to stop his feelings, because it just furthered his pain.
He cupped his boner, stumbling up and thinking to himself, how long has it been now? He couldn’t help it, thinking about sex. Fuck, it was crazy he wanted to just touch you again, how much he missed touching you was driving him insane. He couldn’t masturbate, he would lose the bet.
The winner also had the benefit of getting the title, “Greatest Person of the Year”, which included perks of people not teasing him and you, and many more. It would be great to have Bucky and Sam off your backs.
He set his phone down while he turned the shower on cold, needing to get in there as soon as possible. Maybe it would work now, but he couldn’t tell if it was too late to help. He still needed you by his side. Whether it was sexual or not, he loved you and needed to be by you.
“Ouch – oh shit.” He whined, coughing as the cold water hit his bare back. He stripped himself as quick as possible, now realizing he kept his socks on. He criticized himself, why’d you leave your socks on? Why are you doing this now?
The shower didn’t help at all. Once his body got used to the temperature, he got flashes of visions of you, from missing you. He groaned out of anger at himself for doing it, and he had to stop himself from palming his boner.
He got out of the shower, rushing to his phone and dialing your mission phone, that was connected to the earpiece you wore. When it connected, he could hear you grunting as you punched one of the people that attacked you.
“P-Peter? What’s up?” You stuttered, breathing heavily as you ran down to the other room, trying to get away for a few seconds to just get your mind together to focus.
“Oh shit- I’m sorry!” Peter rambled, forgetting you were busy. He hit his head and groaned to himself, hearing you on the other side of the phone.
Stop thinking like that idiot! He reminded himself, and you responded to him after a moment of shuffling around in the corner. “It’s okay! Is everything good? You alright, babe?” You whispered, glancing around and picking up one of the objects in the room with one of your powers, focusing it by the doorway to protect yourself.
“Yeah…uh, I’ll get you go. Please be safe. I love you.” Peter sighed out, scratching his hair as he sat by the edge of the bed, hoping you were okay.
You quickly responded to him, “Love you. I’ll be back in a few hours I think, maybe 12 hours tops?” You randomly guessed the time, knowing there was a lot to do. You hung up when you heard someone’s footsteps.
Peter gazed down at his boner, now fully erect and he frowned. The blood hurt so much in his cock; he couldn’t do anything though. He laid back on the bed, his head on his pillow, still naked, knowing any clothing would hurt to put on.
He tried to focus his thinking on something else again, anything. It barely helped, and he ended up squeezing his eyes shut as the pain rumbled through his body, the soreness was too much. He felt a few tears form and start to leak down his face, and he had to remind himself everything would be okay soon.
He rolled over, doing breathing techniques, trying to calm down. The tears wouldn’t stop coming though and he bit his lip, holding back his cries. It must have been ten or twenty minutes later when he pushed the pillow over his head, now having a headache from crying and the pain.
He held the pillow close, trying to block any light from the devices in the room, crying himself to sleep as the pain worsened.
When you got back, you quickly paced over to the room, needing to check Peter. You could tell he was struggling when he spoke to you and you pouted when you opened the door, seeing him laying on the bed. It was upsetting to see him with dried tear stains on the pillows, and you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.
His boner was gone now, but you could tell he was probably in pain still. You laid down next to him, holding his arm softly, just hoping this dumb bet would be over soon so he wouldn’t struggle like that again.
#peter parker#peter parker x reader#peter parker x you#peter parker x y/n#peter parker fanfiction#avengers x reader#avengers fanfiction#thank you for sending this in!#love y'all!#kidney9-9
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when the rain comes
— where you and suna have to cancel your date due to the rain
pairing— suna rintaro x fem!reader
genre— fluff >_<
word count— 1.88k words (sorry if there are any mistakes, only briefly proofread)
notes— got this prompt after having to cancel and remake plans because of the rain lol, sorry if the characters seem so uwu 🥺 cus idk how else to write fluff
disclaimer— apologies if y/n might not act or have the same qualities/features/personality as everyone. it would be impossible if i were to write her in order to fit everyone’s ideals. tdlr, please don’t send hate or complain about the way i write y/n (or suna). enjoy!!
you pout as you slump down in your bed, hugging a stuffed animal.
today was the day where you and suna were supposed to go on a date. you planned out almost everything and was very excited to go, but too bad you guys didn’t check the weather before deciding on a day.
now you’re stuck at home, with nothing to do. and hearing the rain continuously hitting your window was not helping at all.
“come on, it’s not that bad.” you glance over at your phone to look at the fox eyed boy. you were currently on facetime with him so you could rant about all your life problems.
“but i miss you!! i was so excited for today tooooooo” you frowned.
rin leaned forward to rest his head on his desk and smiled. “we can always just reschedule, i’d be happy to be with you anyday.”
despite your sad mood, you couldn’t help but smile after hearing him say those words. you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks yet you didn’t mind it, because you really liked the way he made you feel
“since when were you so cheesy? i still remember the days where you would refuse to even look at me.” you teased, wanting to be able to get a reaction from him.
suna hummed in response. he shifted back to rest his head in his palm and turned away to hide his face. “guess i was just a stupid kid back then. was in the stage of denial.”
“awee, have i made you all soft”
“yes. yes you have.”
you giggled at his blunt response.
you and rin have been in a relationship for a little over 2 years, and he still never fails to make you happy.
“y/n!!! come down and help me with the laundry!!” you heard your mother yell for you
“ah, sorry. i’ll be right back” you told him beforehand
“yea no worries, i won’t be going anywhere.”
you have him a small smile before heading off to assist your dear mother
a few minutes later, you came back holding a big stack of clothes. your figure was barely visible and you struggled to navigate your way around due to the clothes blocking your vision
you looked kinda cute actually, sort of like a child, and the boy on the phone couldn’t help but stare at you in awe.
you heard a faint chuckle and turned around from the pile of clothes you were folding to see soft green eyes staring at you (YES I SAID SOFT HES SOFT FOR U 😩)
you gave him a puzzled ( ? _ ? ) expression, curious to see what he was laughing about earlier
he moved back a bit and gave you like a… ╮(•▽•"")╭ expression in return
“why’d you stop?” he asked, sounding like a child who just got their favourite toy taken away from them
you pouted. “what were you laughing about?”
“you looked so cute earlier, i couldn’t help it. it was like… watching a lost cat trying to find its way home”
“whaaat, that’s a strange analogy. am i just a cute animal on display to you or something ??”
“yes….”
“is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“yes.”
you were about to open your mouth to say something but instead tilted your head down so he could avoid seeing your face since you probably looked as red as a tomato by now.
“rinrin,” you looked back up to try and study his facial expression but unfortunately he wasn’t staring at you at the moment. well, at least he didn’t see your flushed face.
the boy in question hummed in response. you shuffled over to your phone and picked it up from where it was propped at.
“i’ll be right back.”
“wh-“
you cut him off by hanging up on the call. because of his teasing, you honestly couldn’t handle how much you missed him, so you decided to hurry up and finish folding your clothes, in order to run over to his house and give him a big fat hug. it didn’t even matter if it was still raining, you would run through it if it meant you could see your beloved boyfriend.
“i’ll be heading out now!!” you shouted, hoping your mom would hear
“are you seriously going out in this weather? make sure to wash your own clothes if they get all wet…. oh and bring an umbrella with you!” your mom replied drowsily, due to just have woken up from a nap.
“yes yes i know.” you laughed at her response.
you glance down at your watch. 2:39pm. knowing both you and suna, you probably wouldn’t be home for dinner so you decided to let your mom know too.
(lol i’m not writing smut u_u but you can imagine what they do 😏)
she hummed in response and smiled at you. “you know, your father and i-“
“moooooommmm, i have a train to catch! i’ll listen to your stories another timeee, because right now, i need to be living my own high school love story.” you giggled. your mom would go on and on about her life stories and you couldn’t lie, they were honestly pretty interesting. but for real, they’ll be here for another time.
“alright alright. have fun and don’t do anything dangerous.” she waved from where she was standing near the top of the stairs before yawning and slowly walking back into her bedroom.
you quickly put on your shoes and opened the door, taking in the sight before your eyes.
rain. a bunch of rain. the roads were filled with puddles and small rivers of rain.
you took out your umbrella and began to walk to the train station.
taking a stroll in the rain was honestly kinda calming. the city seemed a bit empty and the sky was gloomy, but you were still able to admire nature in the midst of it. and before you knew it, you arrived at the door of the house of mr. suna rintarou.
it was a thursday afternoon and his parents were at work, so you casually rang the doorbell. you were pretty close to his family actually so even if they were home, they probably wouldn’t mind having you over anyways.
you heard some shuffling from inside the house before the door opened.
“ooh! y/n-neesan, what are you doing here?”rinako, rintaro’s younger sister, chirped.
(a/n: suna has an unnamed sister so i just gave her a name lolol yea her name isn’t actually rinako but i thought it sounded nice. tbh she’s kinda like an oc here but issok n_n)
“hi ‘nako-chan! i’m here to visit for the day!” you smiled at the younger girl.
she grinned before shuffling backwards to welcome you into their house. you thanked her before taking off your shoes and making your way in.
rinako was the opposite of her brother, being loud and outgoing. because you came over to their house quite often, you would interact with rinako frequently aswell. you were an only child, so you really enjoyed her company too.
“ah,” rinako recalled. “you and nii-san were supposed to go out today! is that why you came over here instead?”
“that’s right,” you laughed, bringing a hand to pat her head. “speaking of your brother, where is he right now?”
“i think he went upstairs to his room actually.” rinako turned around and pointed up to the second floor. “he was downstairs earlier eating food while mumbling something and walked into a wall before going back up”
“yeah, that definitely sounds like something ‘taro would do.” you giggled at his childish antics. he probably was deep in thought and forgot to use his eyes.
rinako snickered briefly with you before frowning and clinging onto your right arm.
“hey, do you have to hang out with nii-san? why can’t you just come play games with me, i’m also so much cooler.” ‘nako questioned, giving you the best puppy eyes she could.
“that sounds fun!!” you clapped your hands together, almost going along with her before remembering what you came here for in the first place. “ah sorry, maybe later though. i wanted to surprise your brother first”
rinako pouted for a second, but she did understand. “tch, you guys are so clingy. promise you’ll play with me later?” she held out her pinky.
“promise.” you took your pinky out and intertwined it with hers.
“alright, have fun! don’t be too loud” the younger girl smirked at you.
“hey-“
“i’m actually going to go take a nap so wake me up whenever you’re ready.” she cut you off and waved as she ran up the stairs to her room to avoid getting tackled by you.
you laughed at her antics before following her up the stairs and heading over to rin’s room.
you slowly opened the door while trying to be as quiet as possible.
he was curled up in his bed, sleeping, and you just stood there for a minute or so, admiring this peaceful side of him.
“mmmmm…” the boy mumbled…. “what are you staring at?” he smirked. “i know you’re there, come in already.”
your eyes widen at his words. had he been awake this entire time?
“what’s that face for? you and my sister were being so loud downstairs” he stated firmly as he sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. “also, you ending the call abruptly was kinda suspicious too, because i knew you didn’t have anything else to do today.”
“so much for wanting to surprise you…” you sighed. “well uh, hi! i’m here.” you smiled and waved whilst walking into his room, remembering to close the door after.
suna hummed in response and opened his arms, hinting for you to come over to him.
you flashed him a teasing smile before skipping over to be engulfed by his embrace.
despite rin being 6’1, he still acted like a baby around you. he leaned against you and rested his head in your chest.
“hey.” he murmured as he looked up at you with that signature deadpan expression
“hi.” you responded, curious to see what he wanted to say.
“i missed you too.”
you smiled as red washed over your cheeks. you felt your heart beating faster and rin’s lips turned upwards into a grin.
“hah, i can hear your heartbeat.” he chuckled. “you’re so easy to tease.”
you huffed as you looked away from the brunette, observing the items on his desk to avoid his gaze. “only because you’re the one teasing me.”
but your attention was quickly drawn to rin changing his position. he moved his head off your chest and sat up properly. the latter hummed once again and lightly tugged on your shirt, motioning for you to look at him.
as soon as you turned your head over, you felt him lean towards you to brush his lips against yours softly. it was a sweet and delicate kiss, to show that he really cared and appreciated you. not too short to make you crave for more, but not too long to suffocate you. the perfect kiss, and the one that people dream about.
it wasn’t the first time he kissed you, but the passion you could feel from it was enough to make your heart flutter and feel like you were floating.
“i love you.”
“you’re so cheesy.” you broke out in a cheeky grin and rolled your eyes playfully before shifting your gaze to make eye contact with rintaro. “but i love you too.”
perhaps rainy days aren’t so bad after all.
#suna rintarou#suna rintaro imagine#suna headcanons#suna rintarō#suna x y/n#haikyuu suna#suna fluff#hq suna#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff#haikyu x reader#suna rintaro fluff#suna rintaro x y/n#suna rintaro scenarios#suna rintaro fic#inarizaki
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Why’d you skip zou and wci?
I have seen Zou and half of WCI now but I'm not a fan of anyone enough to write them still.
I skipped because they didn't interest me much, I am not super into Sanji so I was like 'I'm sure bad things happen' and carried on. I wanted to see Wano flashbacks with Marco, Roger, Buggy, Shanks, Rayleigh etc, etc and rushed to those and to be caught up.
I had a break at Dressrosa cus the entire arc exhausted me cus I was watching it as it came out and some bits were a strain to get through and just wanted to move ahead faster I guess?
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WHAT IF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BREAK UO THERES A THUNDER STORM AND NO ONE THERE TO COMFORT HER 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Or like he does end up going over even though they are fighting and when he gets there she has tears in her eyes cus she thought she was gonna have to be alone all night and he just pulls her into him immediately and she’s like “…why’d you still come? I thought we broke up” and he’s like “just because we broke up doesn’t mean I don’t still care about you”
*me to my interns* WRITE THAT DOWN!!!!!! no but in all seriousness i truly i have no idea yet i am just toying with the idea!! i’ve been rewriting the story for the last little while except making it about lesbians FJDOFNDKFKDK but i do miss them a lot so…..idk!!!
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Idk what you call the au where Karl sends Dream back to the past but I had to write this. Everything in the present is going great, there's peace and Schlatt isn’t a tyrant. It’s Karl, Sapnap and Quackity wedding. Somehow everyone’s memories of Dream are kinda restored. Karl goes back in time and restores Dream memories cus he wants him to walk Sapnap down the aisle. Dream’s a little reluctant but encouragement from Corpse and Robin he agrees cus he misses everyone and he can’t say no to Sapnap.
Anon, if I’m honest I don’t even know what it’s called lol. But you can absolutely write it!!
It’s not peaceful, persay. There’s still prideful fights and people getting ‘mugged’ every day but it’s more of a peaceful week. Karl had begged everyone to just relax, play it cool this time, it is their Wedding after all.
Philza (still in his own World, examining another piece of the iron farm he’s working on) made his sons promise to stay on their best behavior and even sends over his old friend to make sure of it.
It isn’t the memories, but the vaguest sense of something being wrong. George whispers something into Quackity’s ear (Karl can’t hear it) and Quackity goes into the back. “What’s wrong?” Karl asks Bad who looks worried.
“Sap’s not coming out,” Bad says quietly. “He says that we’re missing something.”
“Everything’s perfect.” Karl says. “What could be missing?”
And there’s a quiet moment, before Bad shrugs. “I think it’s Dream.”
And Karl’s heart stops. His face drops, and he asks how Bad knows. They saw a picture and a letter, weeks ago; it explained nothing and everything. George and Sap were jumping on top of a masked man, while Bad was running into frame and the writing underneath it said: When you finally win a Manhunt.
And Karl sets down the rings, and goes to find Sapnap.
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“Tell me the truth,” Sapnap said. “What was he to us?”
Karl swallows. “Your best friend,” he said softly. “He did a lot of bad things, though, and he had to go.”
“What did he do?”
“You don’t want to know.” Karl said.
“Why’d you take him away from us?” Sap’s not coming out from where he’s hiding. He just sounds sad, and Karl’s mind wanders to his own memories of Dream.
They’re tinted, the edges faded and Karl can barely remember what they talked about or played around with. His memories faded slower than the others around him, a concept of being the only member of the Second Original Timeline.
“He didn’t belong here,” Karl says simply. There’s two people in the past that needed him, that Karl had forced to play their hands. And Sapnap laughs.
“Then why do we miss him so much?”
“Because he was part of our lives,” Quackity says. “And it hurt without him, even if he did do bad things.”
“If you took him back, he can come here right?”
Karl swallows. The past is a fragile thing, and entering it twice hurts the timeline more than ever. “Sap—“ he starts.
“I want him to walk me down the aisle. If this is the last time I see him... I want him here.”
Karl takes a moment, takes a deep breath. “Okay. But only for you, Sap.”
(And he does. He brings Cornelius back into the present, and he’s different too. But he fits right into the scene like he was always meant to be; fitting right into the Mufinteers like he was always meant to be. He walks Sapnap down the aisle, joking around and tossing his own wedding ring in his hands
They toss the bouquet and Tubbo catches it; Cornelius pushed Tommy into a fountain, and then when Quackity started a food fight he joined in with enthusiasm.
And when it’s time for him to go home, Karl wait until Quackity and Sapnap are both asleep and then he carefully extracts Cornelius from the cuddle pile he’s seemed to find himself in, and send him home. The memories will be gone by the end of the week, but Karl knows that his husbands and his friend will always feel like something is missing.)
#dreamwastaken#sapnap#Karl#Quackity#dream SMP#rain’s writing#asks#anoynmous#I guess we can call it#What Could Have Been#the town that went mad
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Member: *at the point of writing this i haven’t yet decided but i went out today and this song started playing and my heart just starting beATInG SO faST
*update: ended up settling for san
A/N: I won’t write smut/anything aggressive for jongho (or any ‘00 liner for that matter) so until they turn 21 internationally, i’ll refrain from writing anything nasty. this goes for other idols who are ‘00 liners and younger.
Genre: shitty-ass angst, aggressive shoving lol idk, what’s a desire-inspired fic if there’s no smut heh (lowkey fifty shades vibes irdk what im doing at this point of time) *kind reminder that it’s been too fucking long since i’ve written some smexy smut so please bear with me ;_;
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you could almost smell the money that everybody in the room collectively have under their belts. everybody was fitted in suits and extravagant gowns and blazers and dresses-- it was difficult to believe that these people would ever wear anything else besides whatever they were wearing now.
your parents had gone off to greet the older, more important people of the organisation, or bureau, or whatever group that coordinated this event was called. you were stuck staring at your glass of champagne while your fiance picks at the little nuts in the tray that was sitting in the middle of the small table.
fiance, more like annoying family friend you’ve been actual friends with for nearly ten years.
“do me a favour and cut it out, would you?” you glare at him through your long, false lashes, bringing the champagne glass to your lips and taking a sip. mingi looks at you and pouts, quickly throwing a nut into his mouth before he wipes the crumbs away on his shit-expensive Saint Laurent blazer.
you groan under your breath, rolling your eyes so hard that you could see the insides of your head.
“who picked out the gown? i know you have a thing against gowns so why’d you let them fit you in this one?” mingi munches on the nut and nods towards your fit. you don’t bother to look down at yourself, because you couldn’t stand the sight of it.
the v-neck cutting was so low down your chest that if you pulled it aside with any considerable amount of strength, your chest would’ve been exposed.
it didn’t help that the gown was red, and on top of that, there was a long, ridiculous slit up the dress by your left leg.
it’s like you were a walking target.
“does it look like i had much of a choice?” you eye him with an annoyed look, finishing whatever was left of the champagne. “in fact, i don’t even remember the last time i made a decision for myself. fun.”
mingi gives you a pathetic smile and wraps his arm around your shoulders, the soft material of his blazer grazing against your skin.
someone pushes the door open to the function room, and everybody around starts making their way in. your heels would’ve been caught stepping on your gown, so mingi offers you and arm to hold while you grab a bunch of material with your free hand to make walking easier.
your fiance helps you settle into your seat before sitting down next to you. the function room starts filling up, every now and then some ceo or businessman or someone walks by your table and you have no choice but to stand up to greet them.
but all you wanted to do was to go home to the comfort of your bed and binge watch your favourite series.
not stand here, in the middle of a function room in the country’s most expensive hotel, and let these middle-aged, possibly married-with-children, men caress your hands like they didn’t already know you had a fiance.
“you seem to have a way around men, don’t you?” mingi teases quietly, helping you push the chair in as you sat down from shaking some stranger’s hand.
“it’s the dress, and the hair and the make up. otherwise, i’m pretty sure they don’t give a fuck.”
mingi sucks on his teeth at your straightforward statement, noting that your parents were coming round the table. you look up to search for them upon mingi’s announcement, and you notice they were talking to another couple with their children trailing closely behind them.
“oh god, another one--” you spit under your breath. mingi elbows you a little, standing up and cuing you to do the same as your parents come by with the other couple and their clearly-uninterested son and overly-enthusiastic daughter.
“mingi, y/n, this is mr and mrs choi, and this is choi haneul and choi san,” your mother gestures to them as the couple reaches out for a handshake. you and mingi take turns to shake their hands, including the two children.
you were so used to faking a smile that you were sure nobody could’ve been able to tell you absolutely hated being here.
but your ‘service’ smile struggles to remain loyal to your need to be the perfect chaebol when you catch their son staring at you, with eyes that could kill.
you reach your palm out to him, and he takes your hand with a firm grip.
you almost feel something similar to static, but you shake it off by giving him a bright smile.
he reciprocates, offering you a wide grin that exposes his dimples and folded his eyes into long, slits.
that 180 degree switch... psycho.
you pull away, and you feel his reluctance to let go for a split second.
a frown appears on your forehead in that instant, but he releases your hand quickly, as if noticing the change of expression on your face.
your parents wave them off as they make their way to another table. you return to your seat, now sitting between mingi and your mother who just wouldn’t shut up about the choi family.
something about splitting the company into two so each their children gets an equal half.
something about them being very capable.
blah blah blah...
the function hall gets filled up and every table was fully occupied. name tags were placed on tables by the seats the guests were allocated, and your eyes run through the many names and titles. you couldn’t find a single one that didn’t have a big company name attached to them.
mingi humors you the entire dinner, and being your only source of entertainment, you couldn’t help but still feel lucky that he was chosen to be your fiance.
there were so many things about being a chaebol that was so wrong and so pathetic, and mingi knew very well how much you hated it. both of you grew up as childhood friends, for the sole reason that both your parents were partners in an important project.
so big, rich people gatherings? your weekend plans for almost ten years straight.
when you were told that a marriage was in plan for you though, you remember threatening to run away from home unless your fiance was mingi.
and since mingi was a chaebol himself, your parents were more than happy to let the both of you get engaged, even if the two of you didn’t actually love one another.
there was some dumb auction going on with the mc yelling into the damn mic every ten minutes, not even giving you the peace of day to eat your food that took forever to come. mingi tries to get you involved by raising your name tag, helping you offer three million for a premium yacht.
you hiss at him, nearly giving him a slap across the face when you won it.
your mother reminds you not to have too much wine and champagne, but you didn’t even want to be here in the first place. you were going to get married into the song family anyway, so it gave you the courage and liberty to do whatever the hell you wanted.
you were so used to drinking champagne and wine that mingi doesn’t stop you until your face finally flushed bright red, and you were beginning to smile and giggle at the mc.
an unfamiliar sight for your fiance.
“do you need to go to the washroom to get yourself together? you look tipsy,” mingi leans into your ear and asks with concern. his question pulls out an ugly look on your face, and you reach for your champagne glass, only to realise that it was empty.
you huff in disappointment. mingi gives you a blank look, knowing that you weren’t done with whatever attitude you had up your sleeve tonight.
“i’m gonna hurl out all that fucking champagne and you better have my glass refilled when i get back,” you try to whisper to mingi, but you belch out all the gas that was in your stomach.
“disgusting--” mingi winces at the scent of the alcohol. you laugh, pushing yourself out of the seat and grabbing your purse, leaning over to your parents to inform them you were heading for the washroom.
it was a good thing you weren’t drunk, but you definitely would be if you had returned for more champagne had you not stuffed your finger down your throat. you wretched loudly, knowing that you deliberately searched for the most out-of-the-way washroom in the building, and there was nobody around to hear those inhumane noises. expensive liquid flushes out your throat and you choke on the sight. the burning sensation wasn’t a good experience, but you couldn’t be any less bothered.
you lick your lips, still cautious that you had lipstick on. turning around, you struggle to your feet and head over to the sink, head hanging low and palms pressed flat against the marble surface.
you gather the tap water in your hand, slurping it up to try and get rid of the taste of stomach acid and alcohol in your mouth.
didn’t help.
you mutter some curse words under your breath, looking back up at the mirror to fix your hair and your lipstick, pulling your shoulders back so you were standing with the posture your mother spent most of your life scolding you about.
you take a step out of the washroom, and your eyes were so occupied with mentally berating the hell out of your obscene dress that you physically ram yourself into someone’s shoulder.
the impact throws your balance off completely, but you feel an arm snake around your waist just moments before you got fall flat on the ground.
“oh, you.”
you fidget with uneasiness, anxiously getting your balance back in check and shoving him off you. you look down at yourself, making sure your boobs were still under the material and your slit didn’t get any higher up your thighs.
“you’re welcome, by the way.”
you return your attention to choi san, who now had a sneaky smirk drawn across his lips. he was in an all white fit, with small black details like his cuff links and black gemstone accentuating his entire look.
“sorry.”
you clear your throat, feeling your face flush from the realisation that you could’ve been completely fucked over by your parents if they saw the way you responded.
‘that’s no way of thanking someone,” they’d say.
“what are you doing here anyway? it’s such a far walk from the function hall.”
you raise a cocky brow, tongue looking for small bits of food stuck in the crevices of your teeth. you couldn’t be bothered to maintain your image now that you’ve already acted like he was molesting you.
“me? i could ask you the same,” you tilt your head to the side, hands looking for the slit of your dress to push aside. you wouldn’t want to trip on your walk away from him.
“i don’t like these functions. i like meeting people but i definitely don’t like watching them spend their money on ridiculous items.”
you sigh, wondering how long you were going to be stuck in this meaningless conversation with him.
“you do realise the proceeds all go to charity anyway, don’t you?”
“is that why you bought the premium yacht for three million?”
“no, my fiance used my name.”
“so you’re saying you didn’t want to provide the financial assistance to charity?”
your eyes harden at his accusation, and you couldn’t be more frustrated. if you weren’t in your obscene v-neck gown with that useless slit up your thighs, you would’ve already gotten your heels off to whack him on the head.
all your emotions must’ve been put up for display all across your face, because choi san flashes you a devilish grin, eradicating any hint of his dimple-smile from before.
the same 180 change.
“my family and i do enough charity every year. this three million doesn’t mean shit,” you take a step forward, not letting his demonic presence faze you. he was just about a few inches taller than you, so confronting him like this was nothing compared to mingi.
“so, mr choi,” you hiss under your breath, your nose just right under his. “if you’ve got nothing else constructive to say, then do excuse me. i have an event to be at.”
you gave it a few moments for him to flinch or react, but he fails. you smirk to yourself, convinced that you’ve won this showdown. you turn, ready to walk away from him, but he grabs your arm just as you walk past him and wraps his arm around your waist. if he had invested more effort into the act, he would’ve easily picked you up.
“what the fuck-- let me go!” you try thrashing yourself out of his grip, but he only pulls you harder into the hidden lift around the corner. you try to make a run for the door before it closes, but he holds you back as he hits a button on the lift panel.
he shoves you up against the wall, your rear resting against the bar that lined the walls where people could hold. he rests his palms on the bar on either sides of your hips, and he pushes his face dangerously close to yours.
you were fuming at this psycho, but deep down in your heart, you knew you were the one to blame for inciting it.
“you know...” he drags a finger down your earlobe and your jawline. it takes you awhile to realise that you were slowly turning away from him, gradually becoming unable to continue this power play with him. “you haven’t said ‘thank you’.”
you scoff, eyes shifting to meet his without turning your head. you wipe your canine teeth with your tongue, trying your best to read his face.
but all you could see was that devilish grin you don’t think you were ever going to forget.
you try to hold back from saying anything, knowing that every word you said from this moment on was going to decide his next move. but you were angry with this piece of shit, and your temper invites you to spit out the words you had on the tip of your tongue.
“or what?”
i should not have said that.
“that’s completely up to you.”
choi san smirks again, and you’ve never seen someone look so lustfully challenged before. the look in his eyes was enough to rile you up to it as well. though your head was screaming at you, telling you to stop, but your heart and body say otherwise.
he sucks in a deep breath as he takes a step back, letting the lift doors open to the hallway where all the suites were.
you expected him to grab your wrist and pull you along, but he doesn’t. confusion wasn’t the right word to describe the overwhelming feeling that ate you up, and you hated yourself for it.
you watch in dissatisfaction as he calmly walks out of the lift and walks down about four doors. he stops right outside the cream colored door, his white fit contrasting the brown hallways, and turns to look at you.
that devilish smile was gone, replaced with a look you couldn’t begin to describe.
you feel your stomach churn as he reaches up to his neck and starts to undo the top few buttons, exposing his collarbone. his free hand pulls out a card from the inside of his blazer, and he gets the door open.
your hands were balled up into fists, and you could still feel his trace on your jaw as you watched him walk into the room.
don’t do it.
you suck in a deep breath, frozen in place.
don’t fucking do it. he knows exactly what he’s doing.
the lift doors begin to shut.
don’t. do. it.
your needs and desires engulf you like flames in a burning building, and you found yourself storming straight into the suite, eyes only searching for him. before you could even notice the size of the room, you were shoved backwards against the carpeted wall.
hands were hungrily searching your body for any crevice for him to dig into, and you could already feel your lipstick getting smudged between both your lips.
his fingers find the material of your dress that goes over your shoulders instead, and he doesn’t hesitate to pull them down your arms. you struggle to get his white blazer off, completely ignoring the rare gem that was pinned above his breast pocket.
you were already running out of breath, teeth clashing and your tongues messily swirling around each other as his hands find the zip on your back. by the time your dress pools around your feet, you get the buttons on his shirt undone.
you run your hands down his chest and toned stomach, but was interrupted by him picking you up against the wall. he doesn’t hesitate to attach his lips to your breasts like a hungry kitten, and the heat between the two of you becomes nearly impossible to contain.
his hair gets tangled in your fingers, desperately trying to find something to grip while lewd sounds escape your lips.
“you must not like losing,” he pulls you away from the wall, eyes looking up at you as he walks elsewhere in the room. you expected yourself to be thrown on a bed, but instead you find yourself pressed up against the window panel of the room, with the city right below your feet.
“don’t you fucking dare,” you threaten with a low voice. but you hear him scoff, arm wrapped around your waist as he positions himself so that you were pressed flat against his chest and your breasts against the cold surface of the window.
“but i already did.”
he whispers into your ear, somehow finding both your wrists and holding them in one hand while the other snakes down your stomach and under the only piece of clothing you were wearing.
you bite on your bottom lip, shutting your eyes tightly upon the contact of his fingers on your sensitive spot. you hear him chuckle and he realises that you had absolutely no control over what your body needed - or wanted.
“aren’t you going to tell me that you have a fiance?” his voice was low, and almost threatening. he hooks your underwear by the side and pulls it off the curve of your rear, letting it pool around the heels you were still wearing.
you gulp and huff heavily, listening to him undo his belt while your wrists were still trapped in his left hand.
“answer the question, mrs song.” he presses his already hardened manhood against your core, and the contact sends chills up your spine to your head. you could feel yourself slowly losing all sense of control by the second, and him psychologically pushing you into a corner to make you submit to him wasn’t helping.
“we could always stop now, and you could go back to the function hall like nothing happened.”
now you don’t feel the material of his underwear, but the bare skin of his manhood rubbing against your naked core. the sensation finally pushes you over the edge, and you choose your desires over the fucking obligations you were born with.
“please don’t stop.”
you brace yourself as he pushes himself into you, and he doesn’t give you much time to process the explosive feelings of need in your abdomen. picking up his pace, you feel his grip on your wrists tightening as the excessive thrusting pushes you nearer and nearer against the glass.
you hear nothing but the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, and the combination of the mewls and groans the both of you were offering one another.
his free hand finds your sensitive nub, and the combination of his ramming into you with the circles drawn with pressure pushes you closer to your climax. your legs tremble under the overwhelming feeling, and he finally releases your wrists. he wraps his arm around your waist, holding you up while he continues fucking you against the window.
you feel the weight in your abdomen get heavier after every thrust, and your irregular moans tell him that you were reaching your high.
something inside you snaps, and you raise your head to look at the window, water vapour already collected in messy patterns on the surface.
he pulls out and you feel his load landing on your lower back, the only sounds you could hear now was the panting from the both of you.
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you take your seat between mingi and your mother again, legs still shaking ever so slightly, and you were hoping nobody was going to notice that your hair didn’t look at neat as it was before.
“i thought you got lost in the bathroom,” mingi looks at you while you down a whole cup of water before attacking the champagne.
“well,” you shrug, eyes catching a glance of choi san returning to his seat. “i’m here now, aren’t i?”
#timetohajima#timetohajima playlist feels#san#choi san#san smut#i fucking finally wrote a smut#ateez smut#ateez san#san imagine#san scenario#san fanfic#ateez imagines#ateez scenarios#san one shot#ateez one shot
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I love coming undone! I have to say from reading that I thought sirimione was your otp and when I went to your other stories was surprised to see dramione. Thought from how you wrote them in CU you weren’t a fan. I’m not a dramione fan at all so kind of disappointed. Why’d you show them not being good for each other if you actually like them?
I love Dramione, it's actually what drew me into writing fics, and I slowly started to explore other pairings which led me to Sirmione. There are a lot of pairings I really enjoy and I can't say that I won't explore more.
I don't think I really have an OTP, though, unless we're talking story-by-story. Coming Undone is Sirmione endgame, which means Hermione's not going to be compatible with anyone other than Sirius. But it's just that: a story. In that particular world, Hermione and Draco aren't meant to be. He's a bit of a prat and she doesn't know what she wants and that's that.
I feel like I can write both pairings well enough that it's believable in different scenarios. And I enjoy writing both pairings!
It's totally OK with me if you have an OTP and I will continue writing Sirmione stories, but I'll also write others.
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High Rise invasion hot takes😇🤞
SPOILERS!!!SPOILERS!!!I REPEAT SPOILERS!!
•glad that everyone I know who watched/watches high rise thinks sniper mask is hot cus he is
• don’t u ever ship him w kuon or I’ll beat ur ass lolz (not to say I hate her but I j do it’s not my fault she’s j a lot even 4 me & it’s a fucking case idc what y’all try to justify this with SNIPER IS IN HIS 20s!!!)
•anyways yuri is a boss bitch w her gf(they arent best friends bite me)
•maid mask is mommy
•yuri saying sniper mask is hot is the second hottest thing in the show(after sniper mask)
•for Netflix making this tho I cant compare it to the manga it was really good
•hear me out….yuris brother…
•HRI stans that write fics were basically spoon fed writing prompts and I love that
•hot mommy mask(y’all know who I’m talking ab don’t play dumb) being a teen mom and her kid being there too absolutely broke my heart
•rika(yuris brother forgot his name lolz) and sniper mask r the two hot friends
•I’m down bad for the girl sniper mask I have to say it
•aikwawa can smd😘(why’d is he so cute tho ugh)
•this show was so much i srsly don’t remember if I cried
•the concep/plot/meaning ig was really cool too like it wasnt just some shitty action anime
•plus so much hot ppl omfg i love this show and if u love it you have my heart(if you don’t sucks 4 you lolz)
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date scenarios w/ yamaguchi tadashi
i just love him a lot, oki? this post is dedicated to him and him only and yes, i'm back, kinda sorta maybe probably
this is for all the fellow yamaguchi simps out there mwah
also this is gn! reader insert uwu
okay so, yamaguchi has so many ideas for dates before he even asked you out
he likes to make a lot of scenarios in his head because he's a hopeless romantic
honestly, same
but he's not so hopeless anymore because you like him too
onto the dates
festival date
this would probably be the first date that yamaguchi would choose
he'll get really giddy and excited cus he can't wait to see you all dressed up and stuff
it'll be crowded which will be a really good excuse to hold hands
he almost faints from the idea of skinship
+ a lot of stalls and a bunch of stuff yamaguchi could buy for you
++ fireworks!!
"(y/n)? (y/n), where are you?" yamaguchi calls out for you, trying to find you in the sea of strangers. he sees a familiar mop of hair and finally sees you. he grabs your arm and leads you away from the crowd and to a quieter place.
you look at the freckled boy and at his hand which was still holding onto your arm. yamaguchi notices and lets go of your hand, bowing his head profusely. "i-i'm sorry, i, uh, did that on... instinct."
"i... i don't mind." you say and yamaguchi looks at you in shock, the good kind of shock. he smiles and slowly takes your hand in his, quite shakily, "is this okay, then?" you chuckle and nod.
yamaguchi smiles proudly and leads you to the next stall, talking about the cute teddy bear he saw that he could win for you.
dinner date
really common, cliché, but really good for conversations, yamaguchi would avoid this for a first date
why? because he's awkward as hell and words just dont come out of his mouth when he's around you
he'd choose this as the 3rd or 4th date, when he knows you're comfortable with him
he'd choose a pretty modern restaurant (because fries) but he'd be careful not to choose something too popular or fancy
he just wants to have a good time with you, listen and talk with you, all the lovey dovey stuff
"yamaguchi?" you look at the freckled boy in front of you, who seems to be sweating despite the air conditioners being at full blast.
"i'm sorry, (y/n). it's just... i really can't process all of this at once. i mean, how? how'd i get so lucky?" yamaguchi explains, avoiding eye contact with you as his face heats up with every second that passes by.
you laugh softly at the sight, wondering how it was possible for someone to look even more adorable than usual. you place your hand on top of his and rub assuring circles on his palm.
"tadashi,"—yamaguchi perks up from the use of his given name—"all the dates we've been on have been great. tonight isn't an exception. just being with you is great, dashi." you smile at him, and the freckled boy swears he'll faint at that moment.
"yeah... being with you is great— amazing, actually. i'm— i'm really happy." yamaguchi smiles at you, with a really genuine smile.
zoo date
yesss!!! animals!!!!
yamaguchi would probably only take you to the zoo once in a blue moon
and when he does take you there, he's in it for a ride
because you freaking love animals and you love feeding them and taking pictures of them and you just like the zoo because it's fun
(also you get to hold turtles for a little bit)
you and yamaguchi both agree that the giraffes look like tsukki
yes tsukki wants to oust the both of you from existence when you point that out
"dashi! dashiiii! look at the red pandas! i've only ever seen one in pictures! they look so cute- dashi look it's eating!" you excitedly tug at your boyfriend's sleeves, a little too harshly, but yamaguchi doesn't mind since he gets to see you smile like that.
"oh my kami-sama, look at that one sleeping... it's so cute." you quickly take out your phone and take a picture of the creature. yamaguchi chuckles, "anything they do, you'll find it cute, (y/n)."
you pout at that but shrug after because it is true. yamaguchi doesn't bother looking at the red pandas since he was too distracted by you looking so excited and happy. sneakily, he takes a picture while you're entranced, and smiles to himself.
"dashiii!!! they're letting people feed the giraffes, come on let's make fun of tsukishima!!"
damn, he really is lucky.
sleepover date
shut up i dont know what else to name this
okay so yams is reaaaaallly nervous about this date because
1) you're going to his house
2) you're going to be sleeping in his bedroom
coolcoolcoolnodoubtnodoubtnodoubt
*insert really awkward but cute moments where yamaguchi sits next to u and proceeds to panic*
“i bought this one recently ‘cause i couldn’t resist. besides, it was on sale!” you show off your shiba inu one-sie to yamaguchi, who was sitting comfortably (and somewhat tensely if you squint) on a bean bag beside his bed.
“why’d you get a shiba inu one, though? i thought you wanted that unicorn one.” yamaguchi says, changing his sitting position to he’s facing you properly. you laugh softly and walk over to him and pounce on him gently, to which he grunts at softly and then cue his internal panic.
“(y/n)! don’t- don’t do that... warn me next time.” yamaguchi says, trying to find a comfortable position for the both of you. you pout and laugh right after. “i bought the shiba inu one because it reminds me of you.” you explain, yamaguchi tilts his head in question.
“because your name means loyalty, and you almost share the same name as hachiko.” “the dog?” yamaguhi asks. you nod against his chest and close your eyes.
“do i look like a dog to you, (y/n)?”
“well, you are very cute.”
yey i ran out of ideas for dates
anyways, i hope u like this as much as i liked writing it xD if u don’t like it das okay
i might make one with shinsuke kita because i also love him a lot uwu
(i didn’t proofread so there might be some mistakes)
#yamaguchi tadashi#yamaguchi tadashi x reader#yamaguchitadashi#hq#haikyu!!#haikyuu#hq yamaguchi#haikyuu yamaguchi#karasuno#hq karasuno#hq reader insert#haikyuu reader insert#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#hq headcanons#haikyuu headcanons#yamaguchi tadashi headcanons
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Time Ticks By
Part One: What's Love Got To Do With It?
A/n: AA the first part is out!! This is a six part fiction! I have it all planned out I hope you enjoy it!! I know my writing sucks but here you go!!
words: 1123
summary: Patton only had so much time. He had to get this list done. Only six things, how hard could it be?
pairings: Logicality, Prinxiety, Demus
Warnings: Mentions of death and hospital.
Ao3 Link
Patton already knew the outcome. Of course, he did, why wouldn’t he. He had known his entire life, this was the way it was going to be. However, now that the time was here, it stung, just a bit. The tug in his chest as his friends all piled into the room made his eyes sting.
He actually missed the months that had passed so quickly. He shook his head, they were memories for a reason. He took a breath, clutching the blankets, and smiled. His brightest smile.
It hadn’t been like this, he thinks back to the farmers market. The start of it all.
“I can’t believe you actually dragged me out of bed to this” Virgil groaned as Patton happily looked over the fresh peaches. “And you didn’t even have to use the guilt card”
“I would never!” Patton giggled through his teeth. Delicately placing the fruits chosen into his basket after paying the vendor.
“Except with Logan,” Virgil said hovering closer to his friend, Patton laughed linking their arms.
“He wouldn't give me a kiss! I think it was completely justified” Patton walked them out, the morning was chilly and had only been getting colder as time went on. Shoot, was all Patton could think. He had prepared for this specifically but the weather was working against him. “Hey let’s go to the cafe just nearby here!” He chirped thanking his backup plans.
“Coffee?” Virgil perked, Patton booped his nose nodding.
“Coffee Virge” Patton confirmed. They settled by the warmth of the fireplace just inside, it was small but hell was it good. It had begun drizzle as they sat down. “Oh look!” Patton exclaimed pointing to the tiny cherry blossom tree on the windowsill.
“Oh yeah, your favorite right?” Virgil remembered, going back to his phone. Patton bit his inner cheek, he didn’t want to say anything, he enjoyed Virgil's company and it had been nice to seem him grow by his side. “I want a hot chocolate Pat” Virgil whined, hoping he would come by his way.
“When do you not?” Patton gave him a sly smile.
“Shut up!” Virgil laughed, shocked by the sudden implication.
“I haven't said a thing” Patton winked. “But you know I think it’s really cute” he remembers why Hot chocolate was the go-to drink. “Have you hung out lately?”
“He’s out of town but he’s coming home soon, says we can get dinner when he lands” Virgil rubbed the nape of his neck. He was excited for it and hadn’t been able to talk about it. “Honestly I’m really excited, he’s such a dork but he makes me feel...I don’t know euphoric”
“That’s a dangerous feeling V…” Patton set his softest smile. He listened for thirty minutes while Virgil gushed about the boy. “You should ask him out...on a real date”
“Me and Roman? On an actual date? No way, he’s not commitment material” Virgil shook his head. “Feelings are fatal Pat”
“I know..” he smiled as his phone buzzed, the photo of him and Logan popped up. “But don't waste the time. The way you talk of him, the way he looks at you? That's love!” Patton grins. “I know shit happened Virge, and you take as much fucking time as you need to breathe, recover and be who you are” Patton sighed, leaning forward he took Virgil’s hands. “I want you to be happy, do what you need to be happy… it’s just...Roman seems to make you happy.” Patton squeezed his friend’s hand. “I don’t get to tell you what to do, and neither does he, not anymore.” Virgil winced at the mention of “him”. “Only you get to dictate your life, but don’t let that bastard ruin something you held so deep Virgil.” He sniffled “Do you remember?”
“Remember…?” Virgil hitched.
“When we were six. We ran out after school, you said you had something to show me” Patton reminded, something clicked in Virgil and he let out a soft laugh. “So you dragged me to the nearby park and found this spot, somehow...somehow it wasn’t damp, I asked you how this was possible”
“I have powers” Virgil whispered, in the exact tone he did all those years ago.
“Exactly! Then you showed me something from your pocket” Patton continued
“The flower” Virgil breathed. “God it was so crumpled”
Patton giggled leaning back, he retrieved something from his pocket, his wallet Virgil recognized. He opened showing its contents to Virgil. There in the clear plastic was the most wilted looking flower. Virgil felt a sting in his heart. He scoffed back what seem to be fresh tears.
“So stupid… why’d you keep it” He tried not to sniffle.
“Because you told me it resembled love for you. You said...and I quote-”
“Taking care of plants is really hard, you need to show them lots of love and care so they can grow big and strong. It takes time and patience, and sometimes it can be really hard, but just like my mommy loved me so I could grow strong, I’m gonna do the same for my plant.” Virgil recited perfectly. “I’m giving you this cus I loved this flower a lot and I love you too...you take care of it ok?” He finished.
“I tried but I don’t think flowers can last that long”
“I was just a stupid kid Patton, why did you listen to me” Virgil wiped his eyes.
“Because I love you. Because through everything this flower was the one reminder of what love truly was. Even if the world was cruel, parents or peers were cruel, this flower wasn’t” Patton bit his lower lip, he felt it quiver. “He was cruel. But please don’t let him ruin the beauty of love. I wouldn't be with Logan without you! You know Janus would be nowhere without you. If anyone on this stupid planet deserves that dangerous euphoric feeling, it’s you. Please don’t wait, don’t let them eat you up, if this is what you want then go for it ok? I wanna know you’re happy. And goddamn he makes you happy”
“Shit pat...you're not dying yet, can you not act like you’re saying goodbye and making me cry yet” Virgil took a napkin wiping away the hot tears from his cheeks. “He makes me really fucking happy”
“I’m so happy” Patton remained but he could feel the tears swell. Virgil rolled his eyes but smiled. He checked his watch and stood quickly.
“Come on, time to get you back for your check-up” He reminded. Patton nodded standing with him. As they left the cafe and fading rain Patton made a mental note.
One down, five to go.
#goodbyes au#patton sanders#sanders sides#write#virgil sanders#writing#my writing#ao3#archive of our own#angst#ts patton#ts morality#morality sanders
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