#How'd I Forget That Tag?

[stupidvillainousposts]

Idea: Dipper and Mabel visit Gravity Falls for the summer following Weirdmageddon and start arguing about something or other, then knock over a weird device by accident that makes Stan, Ford, and McGucket return to their early/mid thirties

Long story short, the Chaos Trio need to make a device to turn themselves back to normal but keep getting distracted by the greatest weapon of all: Love. Basically everybody starts noticing that Stan and Fidds are crushing on each other... Everyone except Stan and Fidds

Ford, accusingly: You're romantically interested in my brother.

Fidds: What?! I- No- What could possibly make you think that?!

Ford, whilst glaring at Fidds: Stanley, how long did you say it takes the earth to revolve around the sun?

Stan: Oh, come on! This, again, Pointdexter??? The answer is obviously 12 hours! Why else would we only get sunlight for half a day every day?

Ford, sarcastically: Yes, obviously.

Fidds: *Smitten but Denying It* Y'know, his logic is fairly sound-

Ford, absolutely pissed: HIS LOGIC ISN'T SOUND AT ALL!

[interoteme]

jacktober 10

[post-punk-revival]

🝎

This is not just an essay on my cryptid kintype, but also a description of a species with, as far as I know, only one member (which is me, hello).

I will be clear to start that throughout this I’ll be referring to the kintype as “it,” which seems like a separation from myself, but this is me in the traditional way a kintype is, I’m merely describing the “species,” even though I’m by technicality the only “member” of it. Words like cryptid, spirit, demon or entity sometimes put across a general idea of what this kintype is when trying to explain it, but each is incomplete on its own. This is a complicated kind of being, not quite organic, but also not entirely conceptual, theoretically animalistic yet mere physically manifestive of an idea. Cryptid or demon can work under the context of my kintype as a literal being, an individual predator with behavior, regardless of where it sits on the scale from flesh to illusion or beast to strategist. Spirit or entity can work under the context of it as an explicit embodiment of natural phenomena.

Before I can keep explaining the details I probably have to mention the most important part of this kintype, and the main catalyst for confirming it, why I sometimes refer to it and myself as conceptkin: this is autumn. Not as in it’s closely associated with the season; this being is fall, manifest: the earlier dusk and longer nights, strangely bright skies, harvest and hunter’s moons, loom of winter on the wind and rain, from the last cricket chorus to the first frost, and the season of the haunting of vivid memory. That’s what I am. That’s what this kintype is if you were to give that a form and intentions. That’s why I called it a spirit or demon. It’s an embodiment of a force of nature, like a grim reaper. To use the analogy, if someone had a grim reaper as a kintype, they might identify simultaneously as the cloaked skull figure, and the concept of death itself. I am both the lurking cryptid, and the concept of fall itself, and these are (to me) the same thing.

Sometimes I call it an audiophage, a word that pre-existing language allows for immediate comprehension of, especially when introducing the idea of it to people, because of (one of) its (in my mind) most defining traits: This is a creature that eats sound, literally. Not the object or being that produced the sound; the sound itself. For sustenance, it physically consumes noise—environmental noise, music, speech—absorbing it, leaving silence and sometimes rendering the source of the sound incapable of making the same one again. This is how it “eats,” and it consumes nothing else, but it is also a process with an intentional benefit: any sound it consumes, it is able to then mimic, including the qualities of a person’s voice.

I’ve related this kintype (and associated feelings, before I came to understand it) to the Thing ever since I saw the film, and I was never quite sure why. By nature, its body is illusory at most, and not exactly a very fleshy beast, so the supposed body horror aspect of its mimicry confused me. It’s a being I’ve more often described as being made of darkness, mist, fear, night and sound than flesh—flesh and bone and blood would be sixth or lower on that list. I related to the music video for The Wolf by Siamés too, as well as the monsters from the series Gemini Home Entertainment, No-Face, and the grotesques invented by the artist Trevor Henderson. I’ve eventually realized that the body horror part of this kintype is not immediately connected to its vocal mimicry. I don’t pretend to be another person or try to convince others that I am; the copying seems more automatic, without a true strategic understanding of what it is I’m actually doing even when under personal interpretations that this is a creature that knows the moves it’s making.

The body horror aspect comes only as a result of the fact itself that I am a being not by default made of organic material, rather by shadow, fog and constellations: a visually uncomfortable convergence when an attempt is made to be so. Imagine a being normally not organic and alive trying to appear or even become so by pulling into itself shade from the dusk, flickering embers from extinguished bonfires, the scent of cold rain, and the image of arrangements of stars from the night sky. Forming it into a shape and beginning to breathe, then to follow your footsteps exactly in the woods, in derelict ruins, in cemeteries, in your window at night. Tapetum lucidum glowing cruelly as a solar eclipse. Teeth a little bit differently shaped each time. Talk if you want to donate your voice. Do not talk if you want to keep it. It will hear you either way.

I also really like Over the Garden Wall :3

[9ine9ine9ine6ix]

shit i should permanently write on myself so maybe if i make a list publicly ill actually do it

-i don't need your reasons anymore

-the spring day cake throwing scene but it's just their outlines

-boyfriend who looks like a girlfriend

-everybodyjustthinksthati'mfallingapartattheseamsandicantbelieve that they're all wrOng about me e e e e e e e

-stupid fucking broken heart skull bat logo from a stupid fucking brand owned by a stupid fucking emo guy

-poet|artist written twice, one in light blue and one in orange

-a drawing of a plastic bag that says thank you or smth but inside you can see other plastic bags

feel free to copy xx

[agriponperfection]

I can finally blow this fag up this took me 3 hours cause pixel studio is a bitch!!

[snazum]

I hope I did him justice, the design is so cool Design by and DTIYS for @alephnol !

[lunicho]

currently thinking abt euijoo wanting to be a father...and him having a breeding kink...just a thought 😊 but also i was wondering if i could be your 🍎 anon? i love ur blog so much (i sent the asks abt &t's sizes and sounds in the bedroom btw 😁) everything abt your account makes me so happy and i hope it makes u happy too 🩷🩷

the way he'd beg u to let him breed u,, he'd come to u letting u know how bad he wants to be a father,, how bad he wants to fuck u full,, he'd be so so desperate and almost in tears abt it bc he wants it sooo bad,, he would be so so gentle tho and he'd make it such an intimate situation, he takes his time with u and he'd treat u with sm care, every thrust would mean smth as he holds ur hand in his ughh and he'd make sure nothing spills out when he's done <3

also yes ofc u can be an anon!! ur so so sweet :(( im glad ur enjoying my blog and that it makes u happy,, it makes me pretty happy as well so im so so grateful!! also ur an icon for the other asks <3

[unreasonablerobin]

PUCKER UP!

Damian Alg Ghul x Girly!Reader

Synopsis: It's hard to believe this cold, ruthless assassin would let someone even think of putting eyeshadow on him... not after they found out about you.

W.C: 3.0k

Tags: Fluff ♡, some brief mentions of blood/injury, smau

"Damian, are you wearing," Stephanie paused. "Polish?"

Tim looked up from the computer in record speed at the question. His brother, demon child, wearing nail polish? Whatever direction this conversation was about to go he needed to be involved.

"Don't be ridiculous Brown." Damian spat back.

"Very defensive for a supposedly innocent man." Tim quirked a teasing brow. Damian's scowl deepened at the sight

"And the questions have only begun!" Stephanie added with a clasp of her hands. Damian's tormentors took a deep breath in preparation.

"What's with you smelling so good recently?"

"Why do you have specks of glitter on your face?"

"How are your hands soooo soft?"

"I really need you to be honest with me on this one Damian," Stephanie said rather sternly. A serious expression on her face and a finger pointed at Damian.

Okay, that made him a tad nervous. Is something wrong with Stephanie? Did he upset her in some way?

"How are you glowing?"

What.

"You're a vigilante! You barely sleep and spend your days *a"Damian, are you wearing," Stepahine paused. "*Polish?*"

Tim looked up from the batcomputer in record speed at the question. His brother, demon child, wearing nail polish? Whatever direction thus conversation was about to go he *needed* to be involved.

"Don't be ridiculous Brown." Damian spat back.

"Very defensive for a supposedly innocent man." Tim quirked a teasing brow. Damian's scowl deepened at the sight

"And the questions have only begun!" Stephanie added with a clasp of her hands.

"What's with you smelling so good recently?"

"Why do you have specks of glitter on your face?"

"How are your hands *soooo* soft?"

"I really need you to be honest with me on this one Damian." Stephanie said rather sternly. A serious expression on her face and a finger pointed at Damian.

Okay, that made him a tad nervous. Is something wrong with Stephanie? Did je upset her someway?

"How are you glowing?"

What.

"You're a vigilante! You barely sleep and spend your days and nights sparring! You're skin should be awful, you should reak of sweat!"

"Wow, thank you." Damian deadpanned and Tim chuckled.

"But you're not! You're..." She swished her hands around trying to find the word

"Radiant!"

"How'd you do it?" She plopped herself into a desk chair. It skid across the floor a little closer to Tim's from force of impact. She stared in awe waiting fir her answers. Damian sighed, really not wanting to tell them about probably your most common date; spa and makeup nights. Self care nights as you called them.

This morning...

Frantic footsteps echoed through the walls of your home as you scurried around trying to get everything you needed. Picking up makeup products just to drop them remembering that you already had it over at the manor. Your hair was somewhat done, you were dressed and had all your jewelry on. So at the very least you looked presentable.

'What else do I need?' Your eyes scanned the now messy bedroom, you'd have to clean it when you get back. A ring from the doorbell had you rushing down the stairs.

'Doesn't matter haven't the time for anything else." You flopped down onto the bench by the front door and grabbed your favourite shoes, chucking them on as quick as possible. After taking a deep breath you slipped out the door.

"Hello Alfred!"

"Good morning Ms. Y/n," Alfred greeted with a smile. "May I take your bag?"

"Oh, thank you!" He took your bag from you and opened the car door. You always forget that Alfred actually does butler things and isn't just a member of the Wayne family.

The seat belt clicked and you gave it a quick tug to make sure it was secure. Can't risk having anything happen to this pretty face!

The car came to a slow stop at the tall, metal gates leading to the Wayne Manor. You'll never get over how beautiful Damian's home is. The gates opened slowly. The grande and detailed architecture loomed before you as you stepped out at the steps to the front door. Alfred handed you your bag and headed up the steps to open the manor door.

It was a magical feeling everything you came here. The manor always smelt so clean, but rich, and yet cosy.

"Y/n!" A voice boomed from around the corner of the entrance. It was Dick.

"It's nice to see you again." He leaned in a gave you side hug.

"It's nice to see you too!" You reciprocated. "How are you?"

"I've been good, what about yourself?"

"Eh, alright. School has me busy."

"Yeah I imagine. Damian's been swamped with assignments."

"Beloved." Damian called from the top of the stairs before he made his way down. You met him at the last step. He took your bag from you and turned away.

"Come on." He began to head back up the stairs and to his bedroom.

"You're a real romantic, you know that Damian." Dick deadpanned at his little brother's actions. You laughed to yourself as you followed Damian.

Damian sat on his bed, scribbling some notes down, whilst you took up the space at his desk. He has a perfectly good bathroom with a mirror, but you choose to use his desk and your compact mirror. Simply so you can stay in the same room as him. If you hadn't already set yourself and your products up he would've offered to do his work in the bathroom, on the floor beside you. It's inefficient but it's with you.

He looked up and realised you were almost done. You were finishing up your mascara. All that was left was your lips. Remembering he was in possession of one of your lip glosses he reached into his bedside locker.

"You're lips gloss, beloved." He called and stretched his hand out with the clear and silver container rested in his palm.

"Thank you!" You shuffled over in his desk chair. After snatching your lip gloss you took a moment to stare.

"You have very nice lashes." Damian stared back in confused silence for a second before responding.

"Thank you."

"I should do your makeup!" You gasped.

"Absolutely not."

"Oh come on!"

"No."

"Babe please!" You begged as you hopped onto the bed beside him with a pout. He quietly examined your face. Several beats of silence passing before he spoke with a sigh. He was going to regret this.

"Fine."

He just couldn't say no. I mean, how could anyone say no to a smile like yours? That gorgeous toothy, smile that makes him weak in the knees. You could be dripping head to toe in blood and he still wouldn't be able to deny your heart of what it desires. So here he was, hands settled on your thighs, occasionally leaving to grab some sort of product for you. You were working your magic, eyes locked onto his tanned face. One hand was settled under his jaw, hoping his face up and your dominant hand held a small brush coated in concealer. He had learnt that this was possibly your least favourite step, after eyeliner, carving eyebrows. No matter what they just never seemed to be even.

You leaned back and held his face infront of you like it was your newest oil painting.

"Damn, I'm cooking so hard right now." You smirked at the sight. Symmetrical eyebrows.

"You're not cooking beloved, we are not even on the kitchen."

"No! I mean," you cut yourself off laughing. Damian didn't spend much time on social media. He just didn't find any entrainment in it. "It's slang for doing something really well."

You stretched your back and took another moment to simply look at him. My god was he beautiful. You don't know how you managed to bag someone so handsome and so repulsed by everybody.

"Beloved?"

"Hm?"

"You're staring." Warmth rushed to your face at the comment. To be fair, you were staring, hard. It's not your fault though! He's just so gorgeous!

...

"It's not fair!" You suddenly shouted.

"What do you need such nice brows and lashes for?" Your hands wildly gestured towards his face. He didn't flinch at any of your antics. Just quirked the corner of his lips up.

"For you to admire, I suppose."

"You better not get them seared off during some misson." You warned.

"I'll cry!"

"Please don't cry over something so miniscule." Damian pleaded with some concern. You actually crying at the sight of him with his eyebrows and lashes seared off is not an impossible scenario.

He sighed in contentment as your train of thoughts slowed and you picked the makeup brush back up. Your hands cupped his face again and he subconsciously leaned into it. He remembers the gallery of texts that had been exchanged that eventually led to these spa and makeup dates.

1 month ago...

He lazily held his phone above his face. His costume was torn up and discarded on the floor of his bedroom. He was lying to you again. Patrol was not fine. He was not fine. A concerningly deep gash was hidden under some already bloody wrapped bandages on his upper left arm. He had not gotten a wink of sleep in two days. He was exhausted, in every possible way. But you sending pictures of your cat in hopes it would cheer him up, really did work. You couldn't make the physical pain of his injury and exhaustion go away but you could always take it off his mind.

The morning sunlight shined through your open window. You squinted reading the texts from your boyfriend. Sighing, you got up to get ready for the day. You didn't know what to do. Damian was always drained from his vigilante activities and there's no way you can persuade him to take more days off than Bruce already forces him to take. The big mirror on the bathroom wall reflected you thinking face, that was also covered in toothpaste. As you spat it out an idea came to mind. Skincare, snacks, and time together. That's what makes you relax, surely it would help Damian out too. You're a genius.

The summer air was warm against your skin. You opted to walk to the corner store since the weather was so nice. You'll grab some of his favourite snacks and some face masks for you both.

Upon entering the shop, a cool breeze from the air-con and the refrigerated section hit you. It was refreshing. You headed for the snack section picking up some crisps and sweets for you both to share. After scanning the whole shelf of food you nodded in satisfaction at the collection in your arms and made your way to the hygiene section. You nabbed some deodorant and two green tea face masks before going to the counter.

$19.50, the economy's gone crazy.

The handles of the paper bag crumpled in your grasp. Damian would've given out to you for texting while walking, but he wasn't here so it was fine. You pulled out your phone, it's charming swinging about, and sent him a text, inviting him over for the night.

That evening...

You forgot to mention that the snacks you got earlier included face masks. He needed a break. A moment to relax. What better way than a night with his amazing girlfriend, a cool and hydrating face mask, surrounded by tasty snacks? That sounds like a dream to you. You had all your usual skincare set out on your bathroom countertop. You swayed back and forward awaiting Damian's arrival. You couldn't exactly continue you're routine without your toner. As you plugged your phone in to charge, the sweet chime of your doorbell rang through your home. You padded down the stairs, nearly slipping in your fluffy slippers. The lock was undone and the door was sung open quickly, like it held the cure to all you're problems on the other side. You'd say it did.

"Hi!" Damian had the bag of shopping tucked to the side before the door was even open. He knew you'd jump straight into his arms. It was routine at this point.

"Hello beloved." His greeting was muffled by your shoulder. Damian stepped inside and gently kicked the door shut. A quiet wince escaped him as he dropped you back onto your feet. Unfortunately for him, the noise didn't escape you, but you held your tongue for the moment.

"I got what you asked for and some popcorn," He handed the bag to you and knelt to remove his shoes. "I know you always forget it."

"I knew I forgot something!" You looked down into the bag to see your favourite popcorn. As much as you love it you never remember to buy it.

"Thank you!" A loving peck was place upon Damian's cheek. He gazed down at you as you took his hand, leading him up the stairs and to your bedroom.

He sat himself down on your plushie-infested bed. The pink duvet dipped beneath him. You hummed to yourself as you continued your skincare routine now that you had your toner.

Damian subtly shifted his arm. That gash from last night (this morning?) still hurt like hell. Alfred had stitched and wrapped it up for him. He removed his hoodie to see the bandages had been soaked through with blood. They really needed to be changed.

'I should've done this before I came here.' He internally groaned as he grabbed a box of bandage wraps from his bag.

'Need to be quick.' Damian used a blade he always carried to slice off the dead bandages. He shoved them into the bandage box and made a mental reminder to toss them out later. He didn't like lying to you but he hated seeing you worried more. As time went on Damian found that wrapping a wound is a lot more difficult with one hand.

You re-emerged from the bathroom to see Damian trying to wrap his arm back up as quickly as possible. Old, bloody bandages discarded somewhere he hoped you wouldn't find. He knew if you saw the quantity of blood he'd lost you freak out. More than you were about to.

"Oh my god, Damian!" You yelped. "You said your patrol went fine!" The face masks were abandoned onto your vanity as you bolted over to him.

"This is no big deal Habibti," He groaned as he accidentally grazed his nails across the gash. "I've dealt with worse."

"Just cause you've dealt with worse doesn't mean this is fine!" Damian didn't have the opportunity to rebuttal. His injured arm was being gently cradled in your hand as you gripped the other and dragged him into the bathroom.

"Sit here." You gestured at the closed toilet seat. You began rummaging through your drawers. A bottle of saline solution was in your grasp. You picked up some cotton pads you typically use to clean off your makeup.

"I use this to clean my piercings when they're new. It should be fine to clean around your stitches." You informed him as you poured some onto the cotton pad and leaned forward.

"This'll sting."

"I'll be fine." His body tensed up at the contact of the cold liquid. It did in fact sting, but he was too busy focusing on the smell of your perfume. As you clean his wound he distracts himself from the irritating feeling by gazing at your perfume collection and trying to figure out which one you were wearing. The bang of your small trash can against the wall as you discarded the cotton pads brought him back. You threw out the bandages that he had begun to wrap around the wound a moment ago and grabbed a box of fresh ones. He watched as you carefully wrapped his arm up. You certainly weren't as familiar with the task as he was, thankfully, but you were doing a better job since you had two hands to work with instead of one.

"And, all done!" You sang with pride as you stuck the end of the bandage with a Sanrio plaster.

"Really?"

"It's my personal touch," you placed your hands on your hips. "A reminder of who's always here to take care of you." You finished softly. He couldn't help but let a little small find its way onto his face.

"Thank you, beloved." Damian stood up and glanced at his left arm. If any of his family saw this he wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Wait here!" You scurried out of the room and returned with two packets of face masks in your hands.

"No."

"Oh come on!" You pleaded.

"It'll feel nice, and it'll be fun!" He stared at you slightly displeased.

"I'll give you a kiss?"

"You'd do that anyway, you are my partner."

"I'll give you a lot of kisses." He took in your swaying figure and tight-lipped smile. You desperately him to relax and have a bit of fun with you.

He sighed, "fine."

You hugged him, leaning into his good arm.

"No pictures though."

"Ugh, fine!" You pushed away and propped yourself onto the sink countertop. You giggled to yourself as you opened one of the packs.

"C'mere!" He situated himself between your legs, his hands holding the edge of the counter.

"Put this on." A colourful headband was shoved into his hands as you put your own on. He glanced at you to see if you were serious. All he saw was your giddy face. Reluctantly he put the headband on, pushing his dark hair out of his face.

"You can't touch your face once this is on, okay?" You held his face as a brush covered in green rubbed along his skin. What has his life come to?

Here you were sitting on a countertop with your boyfriend between your legs. Both are sporting green face masks. You couldn't help but laugh at Damian's serious expression. He was counting down the seconds until he could take the concoction off his face.

"When do you plan on fulfilling your end of the deal?" He asked very seriously. Did I mention he's very serious about this?

"When we take these off."

He exhaled roughly through his nose, like a fire breathing dragon.

"You'll live until then!" Your arms were thrown over his shoulders and your fingers fidgeted with the hair on the nape of his neck.

"Maybe."

"You're lucky I didn't make you wear cucumbers on your eyes." Damian huffed from beside you. The two of you were snuggled under the covers of your bed and surrounded by snacks. It was basically heaven. An action movie Damian had heard Dick talk about with high praise played in the background. He turned to face you, you were rested on his right side, his good arm loosely around your waist.

"What?" You questioned as he stared at you.

"The deal." As interesting as the movie was he had some other priorities. He watched as a grin spread across your face.

"What deal?"

"Oh come on."

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" You shrugged your shoulders theatrically.

"Tch." He clicked his tongue and brought you closer by the arm around your waist. You braced one hand on his chest and the other on the mattress. The bags beneath his eyes were so much more visible from this distance. They made you remember why Damian was here to begin with. So you leaned him and pressed your lips to his.

A/N: So happy I got back the motivation to feed the Girly!Reader fans. Idk what to do cause I've got so many other ideas and fuck all Girly!Reader ideas... I'm not stopping Girly!Reader series, but I don't think I'll be posting any Girly!Reader stuff for a while. Especially since I want to try to write for some non DC characters. (Tim Drake x Slasher!Reader is burning in the background.)

[the-kr8tor]

Ekko's Birthday

Pairing: Ekko x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Synopsis: You decide to surprise Ekko for his birthday.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, reader has nicknames, reader has unnamed family members, noxian! Reader, established relationship, set in my series ink and bedrock, s2 spoilers, cw food mentions, one suggestive joke, lovestruck! Ekko, fluff!

A/N: this is a few days late but happy birthday to the boy saviour! 🎂🎉 Special thanks to @pleaktale

Ekko Masterlist

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“Ekko.”

He stirs in his sleep, feeling a warm palm gently tracing his jawline. The touch is as light as a feather, pinky running along his skin like summer raindrops raining down upon him.

“Ekko, come on, firefly, wake up.” Your voice whispers in his ear, breath fanning along his cheek. “Please? This is the only time today that I’ll have you all to myself. Ekko.” You say with a lilt, singing his name like it's a ballad.

Turning towards you, bed dipping down slightly, he nudges his way onto your lap, head resting comfortably atop your thighs and face flushed against your stomach as if he's attuned to your warmth. He feels your hand carefully move away strands of his platinum twists, then you slither towards his scruff, kneading along the back of his head. He could get used to this, perhaps he already has when you keep spoiling him rotten. He always wakes up to your soft voice and even softer touch, to him that's paradise.

Humming against you, face pressed into the plush of your stomach, he wraps an arm around you, clinging onto you in his half asleep state.

“How long have you been awake?” He tiredly asks, fighting a yawn.

“A while.” Chuckling, you place an affectionate kiss right atop his temple even though you might get a knot on the small of your back from the twisted position. “Did you forget what day it is today?”

Ekko inhales the morning air, body clock telling him that you let him oversleep. The fact that he could even afford to sleep more when no explosions wrack him awake, or alarms in his head that are constantly going off— It's pure bliss for him. He can do that now, rest, now that the undercity is doing a lot better than three years ago. Even the air smells crisp and fresher, unlike before when he would take a deep inhale, he gets a lung full of smoke and gunpowder. Zaun and its people are better, there’s still a lot more work to be done, but it’s beginning to look and feel like the Zaun he saw once upon a lifetime ago.

And then there’s you, patient and kind towards his people. You who have made a name for yourself with just your pen and gentle words. Even managed to change the two cities for the better with your work. In their eyes, you're no longer the volatile Noxian they thought you were. You could still be explosive, yes, but you never act without thinking twice, without thinking how it would impact the people around you, and your new found home. You've managed to slink your way into his stone clad heart, chiseled your way inside, and he let you stay there, made a home for yourself in there, painted the walls for you, made furniture for you to rest on— and he wouldn't have it any other way.

All those years of surviving is worth it to see the day that he could just�� live.

“Is it…” Ekko croaks out, throat heavy with sleep as he bunches your blouse in his grip. “...Is it soup day in the canteen?”

“Soup day?” Leaning down and giggling, you kiss every inch of the side of his face, making sure that there’s no skin left unkissed. “No,” you tamp down your bout of giggles as you kiss the corner of his sleep ridden eye. “Even better.”

Ekko cracks one eye open, honeyed brown eyes staring half lidded at you. It’s as if the prospect of the day not being about soup intrigued him. “I give up, what day is it?”

Your fond smile slowly stretches into a grin. “It's your birthday.”

He's taken aback, leaning slightly away from you as his eyes narrow suspiciously. “How'd you know that?”

You clearly find him adorable when you nudge your nose atop his own. “I asked…around.”

“Scar told you, didn't he?”

“Maybeee.” Your giggles waft over him.

“And you bribed him for it?” His eyes shine with amusement whilst you try to act innocent by rubbing off the crust gathered in the corner of his eye.

“He may or may not have a whole box of cookies all to himself.” You beam down at Ekko, hand kneading at his skin fondly, trying to flatten the knots in his tired muscles. He looks at you so sweetly that it could rival any type of sweets you made as a bargaining chip. “Happy birthday, Ekko.”

For the first time in a long time, he really thinks that the occasion is a happy one. And not something he feels guilty from, guilty that he got to live and they didn't, guilty that he's older than them now. The reason isn't solely because of you and your love for him, but it’s because the world around him feels brighter now, lighter, that it doesn't weigh over his shoulder like a boulder. His firelights are happier, some even deciding to settle down because of how better the world has become for them, something that they only dreamed of that they can now give their children— A future, Ekko looks forward to the future rather than trying to escape from it, delay it and sometimes even fear it. Now he looks forward to it, wanting to see what his city would look like, desiring to see where you and him would be in the future. The mystery of it all excites him rather than something to be feared. It's no longer bleak in his warm eyes. All he knows is that waking up to you every morning is guaranteed in the future. And he can't wait for the rest.

“Thank you,” hand reaching up to cup your cheek, he tugs you down for a quick yet loving kiss. “Does this mean I get something?”

Scrunching your nose, you pretend to think. “Hm, you tell me.”

Ekko knows you enough that this is one of your teasing games. He decides to play along, but this time, he doesn't flirt back to get you flustered enough that you soon admit defeat, no, he’ll play his cards right, and in his hand is the birthday card that he knows you'll fall for immediately.

“But it’s my birthday...” His tone turns small, broken, as if you punched his precious hoverboard and threw it into the river. To add salt to your wound, Ekko frowns, eyes downturned.

“Ekko…” you coo, mirroring his frown, but in your case, it’s real. “I do have something for you.” You say the words like you're trying to placate him by giving him a consolation prize. “I'm sorry, I did prepare something for you.” Kissing his cheek, you feel his growing grin under your puckered lips. As you move away, he smiles victoriously. “You little shit!”

“You can't call me that, it's my birthday.”

“Birthday or not, you still played me.” Poking his chest, he chuckles and grabs your finger before taking your palm in his and sewing his hand around your own lovingly. “You’re trying to be sweet on me.” It’s your turn to look at him suspiciously.

“Is it working?” Bringing the intertwined hands to his lips, he kisses your knuckles, pecking gently whilst he gazes at you through half lidded eyes.

You know that he's always been a charmer, under the leader side he always shows, and the almost permanent frown on his lips, his sweetness goes beyond anyone you could compare it to. Not even you managed to fight it whenever he gives you his best smile or when he touches the small of your back whenever he passes by you with his firelights, leaving you frozen in place even if it's such a simple action. But it's enough to have you, a tough Noxian, to melt into a puddle.

Shaking your head, you tug at the hem of his shirt. “Don’t test me, Ekko.” Despite your words, the way you gaze at him defeats the purpose of your so-called threat.

“So it's working then?” He raises a brow, palm splayed on the small of your back, thumb drawing circles around where your shirt lifted up slightly.

“Do you want your present or not?”

“I don't see a box anywhere, red, are you the present?” His lips curl into a knowing smirk, eyes glinting with mirth.

Biting your lip with a tamped down flustered chuckle, you pinch his side lightly. “Maybe for later, but for now…” taking the box you've hidden beneath the bed, you finally show it to him with hidden shyness. “For you, firefly.”

Ekko sits up, his hand never leaving the expanse of your skin as he eyes the neatly wrapped gift. The box is in deep forest green, all wrapped together with a crimson ribbon. The symbolism isn't lost to him, it makes his heart sing for a moment.

“Shit, I was just joking, you know?” He only reaches for the gift, and it takes for you to place it in his hand rather than wait for him to take it. The box is small, it fits right in his palm perfectly.

“It's your birthday, of course I got you something.”

“You shouldn't have, you being here is enough.”

Grinning, the warmth from your smile is enough to rival the morning sun. “Well you should've told me that before I went out of my way to get you that.” Joking, you tap the gift nervously as he chuckles. “Please open it before I burst a vein.”

“Can I guess?” He delays the moment so that he could savour your rare bout of bashfulness.

“It’s not food.”

“I wasn't going to guess that.” As he gently unties the ribbon, you watch with a wobbly grin.

“Yes, you were.” Your words fade out as he unboxes the gift, revealing the present you've been preparing for weeks.

His eyes blink at the metal work, it's a clockface intended for his stop watch. The circular metal is laid upon a piece of silky cloth, and its intricate etching of a map of Zaun faces him. He's too afraid to touch it, as if it'll crumble in his hand.

“Shit, you don't like it.” You take his silence as something negative. “I knew I should've gotten you a—” His lips silences you, kissing along the curve of your mouth, nose nudging together, and a hand cupping your chin.

His lips part just a smidge, and you take his invitation, kissing deeper and deeper until you're tugged atop his lap, head tilted so he could kiss you properly. If not for your need for air, you'd kiss him for hours.

As you reluctantly pull away, you look into his brown eyes, and briefly glance down at his kiss bitten lips. “I don't think you got your point across, Ekko. Tell me more about how much you like it.”

Chuckling, he runs his thumb across your lips to wipe away the sheen left by him. “I could, but maybe later.” Teasing to keep you on your toes, you roll your eyes and drop your head atop his shoulder like you're disappointed so you could hide your obvious giddyness. “Stop being a baby, I love your gift.”

“I know.” You peck the side of his neck briefly before returning to face him. “But that's just half of it though.”

Ekko gazes at you through tender eyes that's slightly glazed over by a fog of deep affection for you. “There's more?”

“Mm-hmm, flip it over.”

He does what you've instructed him to do, with his free hand on the small of your back, keeping you in place and the other gingerly flipping the gift over, he sees a small yet intricate carving of a portrait of you and him smiling together. If that's not enough to have his heart squeezing in place, the small message above it would.

“‘I’m always just four seconds away from you, firefly.’” He reads, each word uttered fills his whole body with warmth. He's loved, he knows that, but not up to this degree. You revere him, love him through and through, and the thought of you being by his side— thinking of him, even when you're miles away from him, has tears almost falling from his eyes.

“It clips right on top of your watch, to protect it.” You whisper, hand resting on his nape. “I love you, happy birthday.”

Ekko falls right atop your chest, inhaling deeply, arms wrapped around you as his cheek presses on your clavicle. He utters the same three words with softness and with so much love that you could feel it through your skin and under your bones.

With your eyes closed, you start to sing him a Noxian birthday song in an unknown language to him. All the while you cradle him in place, gently swaying to your song. To you, the song fills you with comfort, it reminds you of peace back home and of your childhood.

To him, it reminds him of you. The hauntingly beautiful song will forever be etched in his mind as yours.

As you finish the quick song, you smile against his temple, and you feel him softly smile back.

“What was that?” Ekko asks, eyes shining as he peers through his lashes to gaze at you.

“A song from my country, my mother used to sing that to me and my brother during our birthdays.” You smile fondly at the memory. “It's basically just a happy birthday song.”

“It's beautiful.” He sighs out, thumb running across your cheek.

Smiling, your cheeks run warmer at his compliment. “And here I thought a big cake would be enough.” You mumble as he mindlessly runs his index across your clavicle, tracing small circles around your skin.

“You got me cake?” He asks, hand still grasping the watch cover as he smiles at the tiny portrait.

“Of course, what am I, an idiot?”

“Only sometimes.” He jokingly says as you snort.

“I'll let that slide since it's your birthday.” Leaning away, hands cupping his cheek, you gaze at his blissful face. “Do you want to put that on your watch now?” You gesture towards the gift that's safely tucked in his hand.

“Yeah,” nodding, you take his stopwatch from the bedside table. Ekko tinkers with them for a minute, until there's a metallic click as the present secures in place. The map of Zaun faces him, but when he opens the watch, it's you and him that greets him along with the ticking watch. “It's perfect.”

“Yeah?” You sigh in relief, and he nods again, this time with a grin. “That’s good.” Chuckling with unshed tears in your eyes, you peck his jaw. “There's more to this though.”

“I'm guessing that's the cake?”

“Yes, but you have to get dressed for it.”

His nose scrunches. “But that's the opposite of what you usually ask for?”

A loud guffaw echoes around the room. “Not always! You make me sound like I'm a fiend!” Ekko tilts his head and raises a brow. “...fine, I am but not today! Please, I promised them that you'll be down in a minute. And it's been…” you glance at the clock. “...More than a minute.”

“Who's them?”

—

“Surprise!”

The firelights and members of the commune yell out simultaneously the moment Ekko steps off his hoverboard. They throw colourful confetti at him, pieces of paper sticking to his hair as they smile happily at them.

He can't help but match their expressions.

“Happy birthday, boss.” Scar says, giving him a curt nod as he clasps his shoulder.

“Yeah, happy birthday, boss!” Scar’s kid echoes his father's words, trying to clasp him on his shoulder with his shorter arm while he's in his father's arms.

“Thank you.” Ekko's heart swells at the sight. There are streamers hanging above the string lights, it flutters with the wind and the fallen gingko leaves.

The crowd parts for him, and the sun shines on a long table spread out with tons of food, most of them are sweets, probably a courtesy of you. And there are benches all around it, waiting for him and the firelights.

Eyes shining under the sun, he looks for you behind him. He didn't know the day could get any better than this, but it has when you're carrying the biggest cake he has ever seen. He's more entranced by the one holding it though, but the cake is a bonus.

“Come on and make a wish.”

Stepping closer, hands holding on top of yours, the two of you hold the cake as a single lit candle is placed right in the middle of the fluffy light viridescent cake.

“I already have my wish right here.” He whispers only to you before blowing out his candle.

The round of applause and ecstatic cheers echo around the clearing. If he could turn back time further, he would tell his younger self that it's worth it, that one day all the fighting and surviving would be worth it. Just for this moment, his family are finally happy, and the air smells sweet but the smile on his love is even sweeter.

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[dilftaroooo]

hii new anon🎀

ex-boyfriend gojo who has an obsession over you and has been following you around. you’ve “moved on” and invite a man to hookup but he just couldn’t make u cum. as soon as the guy leaves gojo comes over and fucks you dumb.

>.<

gojo being on the sidelines before coming in to finish the job is kinda crazy. i can imagine he followed u from the bar you were in before leaning near the door to your apartment. waiting for your hookup to leave.

★tags/tw: stalking + toxicity + bathtub sex + he fucks u with his clothes on while ur bathing + fem!reader w she/her pronouns + nipple play + unprotected sex + unsatisfied sex (with ur hookup) + ummm home invasion but not, really?? + idfk I'm not a judge + gojo kinda comes in unannounced + attempt at proofread bc im sleepy so some shit might look janky.

The small dicked fucker left as soon as he spurted over your abdomen, the runny substance cascades through the crease between the start of your thighs and the edge of your pussy, which, hasn't released a drop of arousal the whole night.

The man you hooked up with had to blow a glob of spit onto your folds before he'd rub a finger on your make-believe clit, 'Yeah, know you like that. You came to the right person, sweet thing'. Why did you even bring him over? He's not even doing this shit properly. You're sure he wouldn't know where your clit laid even if you made a map and pointed it out for him. If you're gonna be cocky at least do it right.

Your hot bath gave you more pleasure since it was the perfect ratio of water to bubbles. The white foam didn't completely submerge you and you took the time to let the liquid stray you from your mind while listening to the sound of bubbles crunching from around.

Apparently, smelling the medicinal aroma of eucalyptus must've blurred the taps of footsteps making their way into your apartment and into your master bathroom.

"There she is. Taking a bath already? Your one-time fling came here, what, not over ten minutes ago and left? I'm sure you had the night of your life." The mockery in the intruder's tone was evident with each word he spoke.

His hair was still the absence of color, resembling the white sheets stacked high at the corner of your room. His skin was pale and somewhat glossy with expensive moisturizer. Aqua spheres were decorated with flecks of adorable baby blue. He's buff, perhaps buffer than the last time you saw him. But most of everything was unchanged.

He squats next to your incredulous as well as vulnerable figure in the ivory porcelain of your bathtub.

"How'd you get in here?" You inquiry.

"It's no good to leave the keys to your apartment under that more than obvious vase next to your front door. It's corny and you can get robbed that way too." He takes a peek at nipples covered by a translucent blanket. The bubbles had disintegrated leaving you exposed from the lack of foam.

You forgot he knows about the key underneath your grandmother's vase. You're the one who told him about it and you silently wish you hadn't.

"Well, congratulations on committing a federal crime. Now leave, Satoru."

"Oh, but darling you trusted me enough to tell me about those keys so I'm doing nothing wrong. Now, enlighten me, did that guy make you come so hard that he had you seeing stars?"

The lukewarm water kisses your pores in an attempt to soothe your beating heart. The scent of your ex was still riddled with that same lustful scent of mint and cinnamon, a cologne that you remember gifting him for the sole reason of how arousing it was paired with taut muscles and blue eyes.

You felt like a needy omega, shaking in the comfort of your den as your eyes water at the sight of your alpha and cowering at the pheromones leaking off his body and into your awaiting nostrils. He smells so fucking good.

"I know you heard me, sugar plum." You won't forget how much he loved to jeer at you. He wanted to hear you admit how much of a bad fuck your hookup was and how he didn't even get you to come. How you wished it was Satoru that took his place and filled your achy cunt til his balls smack your ass.

You adjust your seating when a warm palm engulfs your cheek whole. Not a trace of your skin color reveals itself under Satoru's hand. He's big even when squatting down to your size. The scowl on your face juxtaposes the grin on Satoru's.

"That's none of your business. We're not together anymore. Stop riding my dick."

"Though I do love a good ride, I think it's you who wants to do the riding, sweetheart."

Fingers crawl over your neck, down to the tops of your breasts, and onto your perky nipples. He continues to tease you by drawing circles around them making you tremble with unadulterated desire.

"Am I wrong? You can't even look me in my eyes. Bet you're not even aware of how heavy you're breathing. Poor girl. He didn't give you what you wanted. Say it." It almost sounded commanding if not for the lithe of his voice

"Fuck, hah, fuck you, Satoru..." The man cheeses.

"Right now?"

"Shit, yes."

"Knew you’d come around."

His patience must've ran thin because he didn't even bother taking his clothes off. Only unzipping his flyer to pull out his aroused dick and fleshy balls before joining you in the now cold water.

You were still his pretty princess as you took him in deep into your cavern, the bath water that surrounded you sloshed with every dominant thrust Satoru pounded you with and you did nothing but moan the name of your supposed ex like a vintage record player.

"Was he able to reach that spot that you liked hit, baby?"

"Mm-mm." You muffled.

"And why is that, huh?" His cock has that cute upturn that repeatedly nudges at your slimy walls which encourages your arousal to spill and combine with the bath water. You were better off taking a shower.

"Because he wasn't you." Your words came out in increments as he beats your pussy raw. The sound of almost every syllable slurred like a drunken man's tongue.

"That's it. You got it now, darling. You still missed me, didn’t you?" The fabric of his clothes is now soaked due to his stubbornness but there was no room for complaints when cotton and denim cling to jutting muscles. The pink of his areolas revealed itself under wet clothes. His nipples were as hard as yours. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

[echoesintheravyne]

fic recs, but with fangirling ('cause i can't stfu) (thg, part one) .ᐟ

short message to the authors i'm about to tag: if you somehow recognize my rambling from the tags in my other reading account ,, let's just not mention any of it pls and thanks ( ily all have a good day )

@joluvsfinnick - "what was never mine (part 1)" , "the role i played (part 2)" , "before i forget you (part 3)" , "sandcastles and second chances (part 4)"

the latest fic series that made me bawl at 2 AM in the morning ... but also has one of the most beautiful and heartbreaking writing that i've ever encountered. every emotion was framed beautifully to the point that you don't even have to experience what happened to reader just to relate, you just can, and it's an example of such wonderful language use that results in drawing out both the emotions of the characters and readers (also scared the shit out of me when you followed back .. UHM! HI)

2. @ssweeterthanfiction - "orbit (series)" ; whole masterlist

ORBIT IS ONE OF MY PERSONAL FAVES EVER! one of my favorite tropes is the estranged childhood best friends and oh my goddd, they delivered! it's so cute (admittedly, i have yet to read chapter 5 because i saw "angst" in all caps and i got scared so now i've been putting it off HAHAHA) also, also, on one of the many authors in the finnick tag whose masterlist i binge-read because their au's are so good.

3. @humaling - "two victors, one closet (discontinued for now)" ; "mother's day special" ; whole masterlist

oh god, where do i even start? angst-wise, humaling is my best bet when it comes to that. she's really amazing with words and one of my inspos in coming back to writing. love her use of figurative language, similar to how i liked joluvsfinnick's. "two victors, one closet" is just seared into my brain because it was the first fic i read from her, and "mother's day special" is so cute because finnick would be such a cute manliligaw. and also another author whose masterlist i binged.

4. @ivymirrorball768 - "hey, little songbird"

I JUST FOUND OUT THE AUTHOR OF MY FAVORITE FINNICK FIC IN AO3 IS HERE ... i don't know if this tag is still alive, but i'm gonnna ramble either way ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i love the fic sm enough to talk about it again. every character and the arena is so fleshed out to the point that you can actually tell me that this was in the books and i'd believe you. i'm a sucker for slowburn, so i'm invested in this fic fr fr. ADDITIONALLY, "hadestown" references ... as a musical nerd that spoke to me it called my name like a siren REAL

5. @ellecdc - "allies and torment" ; "blood rain" ; "still? always." ; whole finnick masterlist

girl atp i'm out of words because all i'm going to say is she's another amazing writer. i also read her other fics besides the finnick ones, and they're really good. part of the reason why i like her writing so much is that the flow is really smooth and natural, and an example is "allies and torment" because as a shy person - how'd you take my mind and describe it exactly the way i would react? "blood rain" is also really good dialogue work because you can hear them as in-character conversations that could actually happen. "still? always" need i say more? a wonderful take on the hijacked!reader prompt.

note : i'll post part two either tomorrow or ... next week :3c i have more authors that i really like here. maybe i can rec some ao3 fics if anybody wants, i'll see ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[the-lazyyy-artist]

crush yukimiya kenyu x fem!reader

Summary: it seemed so distant, yet seeing him now, you get reminded of your pathetic pining towards him years ago.

Tags and Themes: cringe and awkward, high school setting, reader has a big fat crush, yukki being who he is, loosely based on a true story, mentions of other blue lock boys, reo being your bf lmao

Author's note: this happened to me personally. high school crush and s/o are currently friends, and I'm surprised he knows me lmao wtf. anyway, enjoy the story! reblogs, likes, and comments are much appreciated!

@fishii28 @x3nafix ✨

Crazy how it's been years since you met him.

You stood awkwardly in the restaurant where your boyfriend and his friends decided to meet for a little get-together. You knew it was someone's birthday, but you forgot who it was. However, everyone was familiar; there was Nagi, then Karasu, then that guy with a streak on his hair that you always forget his name and Rin. Most of all, there he was, your high school crush who you never thought you'd meet again at this age.

God, how long has it been?

Yukimiya Kenyu. Once you hear that name, expect a trail of girls squealing at his presence. He was not only good-looking; he was gentlemanly, kind, very intelligent, and an athlete. He was your school's most treasured player, a master at beating opponents 1-v-1. The girls in your school would try to catch his attention, and he would politely smile and wave at them. An angel, some would call him. The cherry on top is he's a model at a young age.

You transferred to his school in your 2nd year of High School. Typical, but it was for the best, your mother said once. It was pathetic. You skipped the first period two days in a row because you forgot where your class was. You could've asked, you knew that, but it took a lot of guts to approach someone and try not to look like a total idiot while doing it. Luckily, you found friends in your class: the prettiest girls to ever exist in your section. Chizu and Kimiko. You thought these two lovely, kind, and smart girls couldn't befriend a shy, simple, and awkward girl like you, but it worked. You ate lunch with them, laughed with them, and did your homework with them. They even helped you with math, which was great!

How'd you meet Yukimiya?

For context, you didn't know who the hell he was.

Every afternoon during the first months of the beginning of that school year, the football team would be training on the school's football field. The girls would spend too much time gawking at the athletes, calling their names, and squealing. It was a sad sight for you. You know the appeal of athletes. Heck, you had a few crushes of your own growing up because of your aunt and mom watching sports on TV, gushing over players they found attractive, and in return, you did too. Walking past the field, Chizu pulled you to the fence near the bleachers. "I need you to do me a favor," she said sweetly. "Sure, what is it?" You asked, smiling at her. You watched her smile back at her, then she turned you around, so you'd face the field. "Do you see that guy in purple?" she pointed, and you did. The guy in purple on the other side of the field, looking around at the players. I nodded and focused on him. "He's one of our friends; his name is Yukki. Can you call him for us so we could meet him?"

"Eh? Couldn't we just go around the fence and catch his attention there?" you asked, frowning. It was embarrassing to yell across the field, especially with the guys taking their break on the bleachers. "We can't," Chizu reasoned, "practice is ongoing. We need to call for him from here."

"Don't you guys have his phone number?" you asked again, now looking at Kimiko, hoping she'd find the logic in all of this. Sadly, they both shook their heads. You sighed and agreed with what Chizu asked you, earning small yays from them. With a deep breath, you held your hands around your mouth and yelled, "YUUUKKI!"

The guy in purple did not turn his head in your direction.

"YUKKI! HEY!"

Nothing.

"YUKKI! YUUUUKI!!! YUKKIIIIIII!!"

You got a little frustrated as you turned to look at both your friends, who were already snickering. "You're doing great! He might've not heard you. He has bad hearing, you see," Chizu said with a smile on her face. Kimiko beside her was having trouble holding her laughter. You felt a little embarrassed now, but you still called for Yukki several more times, and the guy across the field didn't budge.

"This is stupid, let's just go to him," you said, walking away. You heard Chizu and Kimiko burst into laughter as they pulled back, stopping you in your tracks. "I'm so sorry," Chizu said, "We're so sorry to play you like that! The guy Yukki you've been calling for the past 3 minutes now..."

She lifts her hand to point at the guy in the bleachers, looking confused. Him with his orange goggles and his messy brown hair. He was looking at your direction... no, at you, specifically.

"... It's him on the football team!"

You felt your knees buckle as you blushed widely, realizing that this prank ruined your reputation as the new girl. Now, everyone's gonna know you as the weird girl who screamed Yukimiya's name furiously on the field. You met Yukimiya's confused gaze, and you smiled at him awkwardly. You then took your leave, never turning back despite Chizu and Kimiko's calls.

The next month was horrible as you would avoid seeing Yukimiya in the halls or anywhere at school. You'd take a quick u-turn whenever you see his hair in the hallways, hear his voice ringing in the cafeteria, or hear girls calling his name because that meant he was nearby. Chizu and Kimiko teasing you about it for weeks didn't help, imitating your yells whenever you guys hung out or scaring you about Yukki being around. It was overbearing!

And in a turn of events, your avoidance turned into admiration. Crazy.

You began to watch him play, see how he moved on the field. He was amazing, crippling the other team with his footwork. Hearing more about him being a model and always being in the 1st section since 1st year amazed you, too. An intelligent and sporty guy sounds perfect at that time. The more you heard about how kind he was too, how he said hello to every girl who looked his way, and how he looked so clean and neat every day deepened your admiration towards him. Honestly, your friends already knew you'd like him eventually. Who wouldn't?

However, even though they pushed you to say hello to him, you never dared to. All you can do is look at him from afar as he laughed with his friends or as he practiced football on the field. You felt like there was no chance. You two were worlds apart. You were a nobody, and he was somebody everyone knew and admired. Heck, even the teachers liked him! They favored him for his courtesy and politeness, making him the role model for everyone at school.

3rd year came, and your pining increased as Yukimiya ran for the student body. It was a surprise when you received a letter on your desk with your name on it, your heart pounding in your chest as you opened the letter, and it was the most heartwarming letter you've read... though it was written in Microsoft Word. It was a little thank you letter for supporting him in everything he did and now as he ran for the student body. The best part is that he knew you. He knew your name. It made your whole day!

Until you found out how everyone in class received the same letter.

And that your class president submitted a list of your names to him for the campaign letter.

What a bummer.

The way it ruined your whole day was pathetic because you really had your hopes up. You thought that it was finally that moment where you could say there's a chance. You pined for Yukimiya for so long and all you can do is to watch him walk by, watch him laugh, and watch him...

Watch him give his second button to the prettiest girl in his class during graduation.

After leaving high school, you left your admiration for Yukimiya, no longer learning about his whereabouts.

Until tonight.

"Y/n, right?" Yukimiya asked, approaching where you stood. You must've looked stupid when he asked because he smiled widely at you and said, "Yeah, I know you."

"Oh, you do now?" You asked awkwardly. Yukimiya nodded and chuckled softly. "You were pretty memorable."

You laughed at him and shook my head, suddenly remembering the scream fest you held that day on the field. "Please," you said, "let's not talk about that. It was so embarrassing. I hated it." Yukimiya laughed as he cradled his glass. You both fell quiet for a moment, watching his teammates talk from afar. "I really wanted to be friends with you back then," he spoke softly. It was stupid how your heart was pounding so hard in your chest. Never in your life have you expected this to happen; to finally talk to him like a normal person and not as an awkward teen that you were before.

"I don't think we'd gel well, Yukki," you replied as you looked up at him. It's crazy how he still looked so beautiful. His orange eyes were still so soft as he gazed at you. His hair was still styled neatly and still kept his circular specs. It makes him look prettier.

"Who knows? You never knew how much of a weirdo I was in high school."

"Well, I never knew that."

"Weirdly, you're in a relationship with Reo," he said, nodding at Reo's way who was busy talking to Nagi. "Did you know we were teammates?"

"No," you lied. Then you heard him scoff jokingly. "Alright. I knew. I've been avoiding his invites to your get-togethers since everyone's girlfriends also join, and he feels like he's being left out because I don't come with him."

"Is it because of me?" Yukki asked. You nodded, and said, "I couldn't face you after my hopeless pining at you for two years before."

Yukki was about to respond when Reo jogged in your direction. "Baby!" Reo chimed, kissing your cheek. "I want to introduce you to Nagi. Remember Nagi?"

"Of course, I do!" You giggled, pulling him closer to you. "Thanks for keeping her company, Yukimiya," Reo said as he pulled you away from the brunette. You looked back at Yukki, and you saw him raise his glass to you, to which you smiled.

[homestylehughes]

But Daddy I Love Him

instagram au.

♥︎ luke hughes x zegras! sister

♥︎ face claim: marsai martin

"i forget how the west was won"

yn.zegras

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yn.zegras the west coast, and my brother...

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↳ yn.zegras I ONLY CAME TO SEE YOU!!!!

↳ trevorzegras this is why you're adopted.

↳ yn.zegras OH WOW OKAY. CALLING MOM NOW.

yn.bsf HOTTTTTT WOOFFFFFFFFF

↳ yn.zegras I MISS YOU POOKIIEEEEEEEE

yn.bsf bestie takes over the west coast, with her...hot older brother!

↳ yn.zegras HOT OLDER BROTHER HELLLOOO??

↳ yn.bsf you heard me!

↳ trevorzegras hi :)

↳ yn.zegras TREVOR NO.

jamie.drysdale i love how you come to the west coast when i'm now on the east...

↳ yn.zegras JAMIE IM COMING TO SEE YOU NEXT WEEK SHUSH.

↳ jamie.drysdale I KNOW.

lhughes_06 please come back i miss you.

↳ yn.zegras omw!!! i miss you more

↳ lhughes_06 good.

↳ trevorzegras jack do you see this??

↳ jackhughes yeah i do.

_quinnhughes hit trevor for me yn :)

↳ yn.zegras yes captain!

↳ trevorzegras quinn why do you hate me so much?

↳ _quinnhughes nothing personal bud just, your face

↳ yn.zegras QUINN HAHAHA

↳ trevorzegras she just hit me. thanks quinn.

↳ _quinnhughes you're welcome bud!

yn.bsf BIG TREESSSSS

↳ yn.zegras BIGGGG TREESSSSS (i wanted to climb one soooo bad)

trevorfanpage everyone say thank you to yn for blessing us with a new back picture of trevor

↳ yn.zegras IT'S AN HONOUR I'LL KEEP THEM COMING FOR YOU GUY'S

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an: hiiiii!!! im down here this time LOL!!! first chapter doneeee!!! it kinda took a while but it was soooo much fun to make!! i hope you guys enjoy it! i'm sorry it's a little short and boring, i wanted to start it off simple and easy. getting into more of luke and yn story later on the upcoming chapters!!

hopefully you guys got the connection between the lyric and the west coast! i was going to put the the lyrics in every chapter, but i kinda find that annoying to do that for every chapter, but i will do it for a few!!!

longer chapters will be coming soon though!! like and reblog if you enjoyed!!! much love as always <33333

tags🎀: @lukey-pookie-hughes43

[yanderedrabbles]

congrats! Ur work has rlly paid off

If ur not uncomfortable(if u r pls ignore), how'd u do it? I've started out at the same time and dont even have quarter the amount u have which rlly bums me out and makes me want to stop posting

One totally simple secret- I post a TON. Like almost every day.

The only month I didn't post almost every day was January, and while I don't have a screenshot of my activity, my notes absolutely plummeted. From about 2000/day to about 400/day. It took the whole of February and most of March to get them back to my pre-hiatus levels.

Let's look at the stats:

I didn't post a new fic yesterday or today and you can see how my notes tanked from around 2000 to about 1000 in just a day.

POSTING FREQUENTLY IS THE BEST WAY TO GROW!

I'm sorry to yell at you gorgeous, but it's true. While I put a ton of work into variety and into improving my craft, the biggest factor has been posting frequency. It keeps me on top of common tags and recommendations, so new readers are a lot more likely to stumble on my stuff. It keeps my current readers engaged. It's the main way I've gained followers.

Okay, we got that out of the way? Let's get into some of the more nuanced practices that boost reach.

You can see that my fic length varies a lot. There are plenty of posts under a thousand words, but also a few topping ten thousand.

I think that having variety keeps things interesting for my readers. Most of us don't have time to sit down and read a 10k word fic every day, but we still want to have our yandere fix. That's where my shorter stuff comes in.

I think having variety in length also draws in new readers. You might be skeptical about reading a 12k word smut if it pops up on your dash and you have no clue who the author is, but you're probably down to read the quick 600 to a 1000 word drabble. And if you like it, you might just check out more of my stuff! Yippee!

I also aim for variety in style. Let's look at some of my more popular posts:

Yandere Best Friend

Yandere Greek Champion

Yandere Yakuza

Yandere Fairytale

Did ya notice anything? All four are pretty popular fics on my blog, and they're all VERY different. In length, in formatting, in the approach to storytelling.

Variety is the spice of life! Have fun with your writing, experiment, take risks. If it doesn't work, then at least you took the chance and learnt something. Your readers are not going to complain, I promise.

Editing is also a must. You're almost always going to miss a typo or two - they're like mosquitoes in summer, they somehow always manage to slip through the cracks - but a fic should be pleasant to read. If I see five typos in the first paragraph, it's a bit of a turn-off. Most apps have a built-in spell check, and I've recently been experimenting with Grammarly. Even just doing a final comb-over before you post makes a huge difference.

Tag your stuff too! I have my go-to set of tags that I usually use on my posts, but I'm always on the lookout for new tags that are applicable to my posts. How else are people going to see your stuff? How else will Tumblr know to recommend you? Use tags babe, I promise they don't bite.

Oh, and don't forget to ask for feedback either. Beta readers and writing groups are the backbone behind so many famous real-world authors. Your Tumblr moots will be happy to skim over your stuff and give you some pointers. We're all in this together, and that means striving to get better together.

And finally, I'm always trying to learn more about writing. All the tips and tricks behind it. All the ways I can make my stuff just a little better - my dialogue a bit more snappy, my prose a bit easier to read.

My go-to writing guy is James Scott Bell. Especially Voice - the secret power behind great writing. James is funny and easy to read, so I HIGHLY recommend his books on writing. Currently, I'm reading How to Write Pulp Fiction and it's soooo helpful. Am I actually getting better as a writer? That's debatable, but I'm constantly putting in the effort and I think my readers can sense that.

"But Val, I can't write every day! I've got obligations, work, school, a hundred different things to get done! Hitting 2k words daily just isn't possible for me!"

I hear ya kid. But guess what? I couldn't clock 2000 words a day at the beginning either. But I forced myself to sit down and write as much as I could between all my other obligations. Over time, you'll learn to write faster. You'll learn to push through all the small worries holding you back. You'll learn to optimise your workflow so that you clock an easy 1k in an hour.

Every little bit counts. Even if all you can spare is 300 words a day or half an hour of editing, it adds up. By the end of the week, that's already a 2.1k fic ready to go.

I used to think writers were just insanely talented and naturally creative. And I have no doubt so many are. But it takes practice and patience to improve.

We all get those moments when we ask ourselves if we should even bother. What if I'm a total hack? What if I'm the worst person to put paper to pen since the author of My Immortal? What if what if what if -

Stop. Just keep writing.

Don't listen to those voices. If you do, you won't write anything at all, and how are supposed to improve if there's nothing to improve upon?

Sometimes, it's like a kick to the jaw to see another writer doing well. Why isn't that me? What are they doing that I'm not? I deserve it just as much as they do, so why am I not getting the same amount of notes?

Don't even bother entertaining thoughts like those. Take a deep breath and then keep writing. You have your own voice and style that your fans love. Your only competition is with yourself.

There you have it. Simple as it gets.

I promise you, you're an author worth reading. You have fans who love you, who can't help but scream when you post a new fic. Just keep putting in the hours and it WILL pay off.

[socksdoeswrites]

omg super cool idea, here me out… mha boys x reader with avatar (atla) quirk

I feel like that’s the quirk I would want, 4 in 1 is so undefeated. shoto 2.0 really loll

an: gosh, i don't remember the last time i watched that! i know i used to be a huge nerd over it though! i wanna apologize for just now seeing this! i had class supppper early, and i've barely looked at my phone today! alsooo, what i did with this is more of a story-type deal. i didn't know if you wanted an smau! so please forgive me. i hope you still enjoy this though, and thank you so much for asking!! also, for people waiting on their requests, i am working on them right now!! should be done shortly! i didn't forget i promise.

participants: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, eijiro kirishima, shoto todoroki, and yooooou ofc ;)

tags/warnings: you have atla quirk (duh), quirk au, GUYS IDK WHY I FORGOT TO ADD DENKI AND SEROO BUT PLEEEEASE FORGIVE ME, lil humor, maybe a little bit of praising, gn!reader, slightly mysterious, flufffff. i think that is all!!

ENJOOOOOY

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izuku midoriya was surprised, to say the least. he had always been so interested in others' quirks and blabbed on and on about them. but you? you were a little different. sure he still loved learning about new things, but it's more of the way the two of you met that made him so interested.

he had been on his regular patrol when he saw you, running away from something. he saw the two men following you shortly after and quickly understood what was happening. jumping down from the building he had been sitting on the entire night, he was ready to come to rescue you... only to find out you didn't really need his help.

the crash from what looked to be a boulder rang in his ears, and he couldn't help but gulp at the ground as it cracked and broke under your feet. okay... so your quirk was something involving earth... until it wasn't.

fire flew at the men who at this point wondered if it was even worth it. your body moved and contorted in ways that mesmerized izuku. he couldn't help but watch you. you seemed so focused and entranced with every movement, your eyes somewhat glowing in the moonlight.

it wasn't long after the two men gave up.

"that was absolutely incredible! how'd you do all that?"

he had spooked you, causing a gush of wind sending him back into the wall... noted. you could control the air as well. as you ran to him apologizing to no end. izuku smiled. this was definitely the most interesting thing he'd seen that night.

katsuki bakugo was never one to be impressed easily. he'd shrug off anyone and would blow up at anyone trying to outdo him. shocker. you were no different. you clutched your hood close to your body as he flung his body at you. to which you nearly dodged. you tried your hardest to de-escalate the situation, but has being rational ever worked on him?

"c'mon! pick a quirk and stick to it!"

you had ignored his screaming, as you moved to touch the ground beneath you. it shook and rumbled, as you somehow moved your body with the stones and rocks. your eyes glowing as the concrete flew at him, as you used the wind around you more in tune with yourself. it wasn't until you had finally struck a blow that he finally let up... only to wipe his mouth, a crooked smile plastered on his lips.

"that all you got?"

eijiro kirishima had known you since childhood and was always intrigued by what all you could do. as the two of you sat on the sand near the beach he picked at you for controlling the water.

"you can do just about anything can't you?"

you had just shrugged your shoulders, laying your head on your knees. water was probably your favorite. it had always calmed you down. it was also always so gentle with you.

"i think you're pretty awesome, y/n. you and all four of your elemental bullshit quirks."

you scoffed as he teased at you, pulling you into a headlock.

shoto todoroki probably felt the most comfortable with you. the both of you could sort of relate on different topics. sure, your background wasn't anything like his, but the way both of you had more than one thing to worry about seemed almost homey. the two of you would use your fire abilities together.

and although he only had one other quirk. that didn't stop him from admiring you for what you had and did.

(sorry if this seemed a little rushed!! i hope you still liked it!!)

[the-kr8tor]

Other request! Because hehe second request;

Garlic clove in a ⭐ bottle 🫰

Vampire Hobie x absolutely oblivious reader (or maybe just neurodivergent who doesn't know how to read social clues)

Vampire Hobie who for the past THREE years has been trying to flirt with the reader and is starting to absolutely lose it. And all this to add to the mix, he hasn't eaten in too long equating to a whole emotional mess between the both of them.

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Vampire hobie my loveeee 😍😍 I realised just now that this was supposed to be hurt/comfort 😆 I hope you still like it!!

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, established relationship, vampire AU, friends to lovers speed run edition, cw food mentions, blood mention, fluff!

One year celebration 🎉

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The light knock on the door almost made you jump in your seat. The book you were reading falls from your grasp, tumbling over the carpeted floors, the fall was almost silent, but to the vampire waiting by the door, it's as loud as a plane taking off.

“Love?! You alright?” Hobie’s knocking grows louder, worried and more frantic.

“I'm fine!” You yell back, standing and picking the book up on your way up. “You just surprised me is all.”

His sigh of relief is muffled thanks to the door. “Right, sorry ‘bout that. Can you open the door? I've got ice cream for you.”

You're already unlocking the deadbolt from the mere mention of ice cream. “Hi.” Leaning against the door, cheek pressed on the wood, you smile at your vampire friend.

Hobie's shoulders visibly sag, wine red eyes turning soft, almost amber as he smiles back. Fangs and all. “Hello, love. I've got our favourites. Strawberry and coconut.” He lifts the plastic bag over his head, showing you the pints. “Let me in?”

Your heart grows fonder after he remembered your favourite ice cream flavour. “I'm still thinking if I should.” Biting your lip, you act like you're contemplating.

With a roll of his eyes, the plastic bag thumps against his leg. “C’mon, you know I can't get inside without your permission.”

“I know.” You say with a lilt, eyes shining with playfulness. “I’d let you in if you also got ice cream cones.”

Twisting the bag around, he shows you the other side with the box of waffle cones tucked behind the ice cream pints. “‘course I did, ‘m not an idiot.”

Chuckling, you bite the inside of your cheek from the sudden bashfulness. “Fine, you can go in.”

Stepping aside, he toes off his shoes and greets the stone frog by the door with a pat on its rough head. You said it guards your home that's why you bought it from the thrift store. Hobie knows that you're fond of the tiny guy, and he loves all your little quirks, even if the frog's beady eyes unnerve him sometimes. And for a vampire, that's saying something.

“Thanks, lovie.” He flicks your forehead like always, it's been his way of greeting you, and his way of resisting the urge to kiss your cheeks. Especially when you look at him so gently that he forgets that he's supposed to be a bloodsucking vampire. “Have you changed the batteries on your carbon monoxide detector yet?” The last time he visited you, which was just last night, he remembered the awful annoying beeping that you thought was coming from the neighbour’s. “I'll do it if you haven't.”

“I already did, Hobie.” You smile sweetly, taking the plastic bag from him, and fixing his windswept brows with a gentle thumb. “Rough flight out there?”

His stomach flips from your casual touch. “Yeah, they said it's goin’ to storm. How'd you manage to change the batteries?”

Shrugging, you walk towards the small kitchen in your flat. “Maybe you're not the only one that can fly.”

Snorting, he closes the distance, immediately appearing by your side within a beat and sitting on the island's stool. “Really? Who turned you? So I can give them a stern talkin’ to with my hands.” Chin on his palm, he's starting to feel the lack of ‘nutrition’ in his body.

“Or maybe I'm actually a pixie.” Looking at him through your lashes, your hand pauses around the pint’s plastic lid. “You okay? You look really tired.”

“Still fit though, right?” Your concern only grows as you smile gently. Hobie takes a deep breath, and he thought he was hiding it well. “Yeah, ‘m jus’ a bit hungry.”

You reach for his cheek, a gentle caress upon his cool skin. And moving closer until you're in between his legs, you don't seem to notice it as you're more worried about him. “Do you want me to help?”

But Hobie does notice it, and he gulps down, eyes widening. He's sure that you don't know about his obvious pining for you, in truth he thinks you're quite oblivious since he has been trying to tell you that he's absolutely smitten with you for three years now. He thinks it's more than being smitten when all he thinks about from the moment he wakes from his coffin is you.

Your simple yet innocent words have him almost bursting into flames like the sun beamed down upon him. With your concern, he almost nods at your offer, but he doesn't want you to think that he's only there for you because of your blood. No, you're more than that to him. You're not some blood bag to him, you've been a good friend, but perhaps it's time to end that and turn it into something more. Or maybe he'll regret his decision after and blame his starving self for making it.

“Why?” Hobie asks, hands hovering over your hips. The ice creams are melting but he's sweating more than the pints. “You're always woozy after.”

“Obviously I do it because of the free cookies and juice box you give me.” You say sarcastically, hands fully cradling his face. “You're my friend, of course I'd help you even if your diet is…weird.”

“And your diet of grapes and salted caramel bars are any better.” A smile spreads across his cheeks.

“Hey, I only eat that for breakfast.” Chuckling, you gaze upon him like he’s not someone that could cut you down in one fell swoop. “Are you sure? I'll wait for you here while you hunt, I've got a new book I'd like to show you.”

“You're not bothered by me? At all?” Hobie finally rests his hands upon your waist, the soft pajama pants he gifted to you as a joke with its flying bats and fangs printed on it has him smiling.

“No, it's just you. If I was like you and you're like me, would you be? Bothered by it I mean.”

Shaking his head, he takes a deep breath in, eyes steadily focused on your breathing and the sound of your heartbeat. It's now or never.

“No, I'd be in love with you jus’ like now.”

“Yeah, right.” Rolling your eyes, you giggle in disbelief, hands moving away from his jaw. Before you could fully lean away, Hobie takes your hands and sews his fingers around your own, all the while gazing upon you with such gentleness that your heart skips a beat. He heard that too. “I thought—”

He squeezes your hands three times, for now, he'll settle for that. “Thought what?”

“That…” throwing your arms around his neck, you knead at his nape as he holds you in place with his hands on your hips. Anchoring you, telling you that you're not dreaming. “...nothing, that doesn't matter now. Are you, really?”

Nodding, it's his turn to cup your face, thumb running under your eye gently to wipe away an escaped tear. “Really, been tryin' to show you for years now, lovie.”

You wince, and he chuckles. “Have I been that oblivious? I'm an idiot.”

“Nah, that doesn't matter now.” Pulling you close until you're settled on his lap, he places his forehead atop yours. “You are, but nevermind that now.”

Giggling, you kiss the tip of his nose, “Maybe you're just as oblivious as me because I'm in love with you too.”

“We're jus' a couple of idiots then.” Hobie says softly, breath fanning your cheeks. For the first time in decades, he feels his heart beat again in his chest.

“Maybe we are.”

“C’mon, the ice cream’s meltin’” he pats your thigh but you only lay yourself against him, embracing him fully, your warmth ebbing through him. “Who are you and what have you done to my lovie?”

“Just a few more minutes like this.” You mumble against his neck.

“We've got all the time in the world.”