#been kinda going back and forth using a different brush too

[a-little-monotonous]

been kinda stressed over how i stylize them so im trying to draw them different but idkkk

[raiiny-bay]

got a tablet recently so now i can draw on the go >:-)

[spitdrunken]

Your Mr. Scarletella dear lord that was delicious!! I’m kinda obsessed w the concept of not knowing what you’re doing is bringing someone pleasure or at least not until they’ve cum from it. I praise you and I hope for more fics of that kind in the future <3

You're not sure why Mr. Scarletella has seen a bit more fidgety than usually lately. None of his behaviours present in typical, human ways. So, whereas you might have fiddled with your fingers, paced back and forth or talked too much, he's been eerily quiet and constantly distoring the space around him. Colours warp and twist. Sometimes, you'll blink and he'll be beside you. Then, you blink again, and he'll be in front of you. Before you know it, he's behind you again.

You simply can't shake the feeling something's going on. You stop walking. (Where had you been going again...?)

"You hurt?" You ask. "Upset? Troubled? Many quick... Move." Mr. Scarletella, usually eager to respond in his own way, remains quiet. He does appear right besides of you. You reach out for him, the brush of your fingers hovering right above his non-existent body. "Me want help you. You understand?"

"Me understand," he says. His voice is accompanied by more static than usual. The whole air around him seems to hum. Beyond that, his face looks a little different too, but you can't quite put your finger on it. "Me like you. Me want touch. Me want give you [...]... Happy. Enjoyable." He lowers his head a little, averting his face from yours. "You understand?"

You don't know one of the words he used. You try to repeat it. "[...]... Me not understand."

Mr. Scarletella tilts his umbrella a little towards you. "My body. ...Container. You want?" He shifts his hand so he is holding the handle of the umbrella out towards you. He wants you to hold it, it seems. If that'll make him happy, you're happy to oblige, though you don't quite see the significance. You smile at him.

"Me want. Give me." When you take it from him, you catch a glimpse of his face. It becomes obvious now what had been unclear to you before. A reddish flush has settled on his face, wide eyes only staring at your face for a moment before darting away. That should've been your first warning sign.

Even though he'd told you the umbrella could be touched, it's still a surprise that your hand doesn't go straight through it. There's a weight to the object that you hadn't expected. The handle seems to hum and vibrate in your hand with some kind of unseen power.

You twirl the handle in your hand, gliding your hands over the material. It's squishier than you would've thought. It's like holding an approximation of an umbrella made by someone who had only ever seen the object, rather than touched it themselves. You search and fiddle for the button to shut the top, just to make it a bit easier to carry, but you can't seem to find it. Static teases the edge of your hearing. You only see Mr. Scarletella out of the corner of your eye.

You twirl the handle in your hand, gliding your hands over the material. It's squishier than you would've thought. It's like holding an approximation of an umbrella made by someone who had only ever seen the object, rather than touched it themselves. You search and fiddle for the button to shut the top, just to make it a bit easier to carry, but you can't seem to find it. Static teases the edge of your hearing. You only see Mr. Scarletella out of the corner of your eye.

You sigh a little, your hands fiddling with the material before groping up and down the main body. Maybe it's unable to be closed? That would suck. Brow furrowed in thought about your silly little task, you extend your arm and press down on the outer canopy, trying to get it to fold in with no luck. When you push it in, it just pops back out again. Your arm is starting to ache from the weight. You squeeze the handle a bit tighter.

Then, Mr. Scarletella whines. Or, at least, you think he does. The noise is fragmented with so much static and garbled noise that it's hard to entirely tell. You whip around to face him, finding him in an entirely different position than before. He's slumped against the wall, feet facing outward, with an even deeper flush on his face as his fingernails scratch at his cheeks. His eyes are wide and his shoulders shake.

He looks downright loopy. He's lost control of his form, back having sunk several inches into the concrete wall behind him. Behind his fingers, he's grinning, eyes half-lidded and gaze unfocused. The sight sends an immediate, unmistakable shot of arousal through your body.

You're immediately overwhelmed with the desire to ruin him even more. If you had been able to touch him, you would've practically pounced on him, pulling his hand away and pressing your lips against his. Since that isn't possible, you lift up the umbrella and kiss it instead, intent on finding out how many more noises you can pull out of him now that you know what you're doing.

[stvrnioloslvt-inactive]

the estes method - Matt Sturniolo

bf!matt × gf!reader

PART TWO HERE

disclaimer: the following content might not be suitable for everyone. please, read the triggers list before reading this story. also, english is not my first language, but i hope you enjoy it nevertheless!

triggers: ghosts, shadow figures, the estes method, kinda scary? (not a lot though, i'm the first scaredy cat out there)

inspired by the trailer of this week's episode of hell week. and yes, sam and colby make an appearance in the story. enjoy!

「 ★ ★ ★ 」

i knew it was a bad idea. i mean, as much as i loved haunted places and acting like a ghosthunter, i knew it had complications that i was not prepared for.

but when the triplets were invited by sam and colby for their new episode of hell week they had no problem in tagging me along. and, frankly speaking, i was excited. the last time i filmed with them nothing much had happened, so i was curious to discover what would happen this time. however, nothing could have prepared me for what awaited ahead of me.

1:30 a.m.

"guys, can i do the estes method?"

"you really love that method, don't you?" the cam that sam was holding went straight to my face, startling me. i chuckled as colby gave me the ok to perform it.

"by the way, am i the only one that has been seeing things since i stepped foot in this place?"

five heads turned towards me, eyes wide open.

"what did you just say?" asked nick, turning pale.

"like, shadows that aren't ours moving on the walls, figures running from one room to another...is it only me?" at that point i felt like i was going crazy: the boys didn't have that much of a different reaction, and the camera was still in my face.

"so basically what you're saying is that you have been seeing things for over an hour and you haven't said anything?" sam and colby exchanged knowing stares, probably making a mental annotation to check the footage to see if they caught anything.

"i mean, even when i saw those shadow figures right in front of you, you didn't say anything, so i thought that i was hallucinating. but like...now it's worse" i ended the sentence with a whisper, as the camera panned to the triplets' faces.

"are they touching you? talking?" at this point chris just went back and forth, watching out in case he missed something.

"no, nothing, just circling us...or me. i'm not sure. hey, do you think it might be because i drew like tons of protective sigils on me?"

"YOU WHAT?" screamed sam and colby. i stumbled back, not expecting such a strong reaction.

"yeah, i figured that it could have been dangerous to come here without some sort of protection. i drew them on the triplets too, one per each, but no one is seeing what i am seeing. do you think that they're messing with me because they cannot touch me or whatsoever?"

"could be. messing with your mind instead of directly attacking you on a physical level is definitely an option. just...let us know if something happens, ok?"

i nodded. and, as we moved through the building, i prayed to whatever existed above us to keep us safe.

i turned towards matt, who was looking at me with a worried gaze.

"baby, are you sure you are ok? we can step outside if you need to"

i smiled and tiptoed to kiss him on the cheek. our hands brushed together as matt grabbed it to keep me close to him.

"eww disgusting"

"fuck off, nick"

"you too, bitch"

2:17 a.m.

"ok guys, now that the triplets have done the estes method it is y/n's turn" as colby spoke to the camera, matt put the blindfold on my eyes. he bent down to whisper in my ear a shy "i love you", then he put the headphones around my neck.

"y/n, are you ready?"

there was something heavy in the air. something wrong, something scary. i could feel the ways the boys were tensing up, anticipating something, anything. i felt my heart beating faster, my hands cold and sweaty as i saw pitch black in front of me.

with a raspy voice i replied to sam "yeah, i'm ready."

and so it begun.

the estes method

"chris is sitting next to you. if anything happens, tap on his leg"

i took a big breath in as the headphones fell snugly on my ears.

immediately i was hit with a multitude of noises: radio interferences, tv static noise, every once in a while i caught on the voice of a woman. she sounded like she was hurting.

"one"

the thing i hated the most about this method was that from the moment in which the headphones started blasting sounds it was as if you were alone in a parallel world. no matter how hard i squinted my eyes, or how much i tried to block out those noises, i just couldn't see or hear the people that were all around me.

"no"

"pain"

"hurt"

that voice, that woman...she was scared for her life. every time she spoke i could hear her whimper, almost crying.

"guys i think it is a woman speaking and she sounds like she is in pain. i don't know if it is related to what you've been asking but i thought you would want to know it"

the noise in my ears started getting stronger, higher. i put my head in my hands that were resting on my knees, then gripped the headphones so i could hear the woman better. there was something sinister about the new noise, it seemed like it was trying to cancel out the spirit in pain.

the best way i could describe it is as if a war had started and none of the two opponents could prevail on the other. i felt my head aching in an attempt to just focus on something, anything. but as soon as i tried to do so, the noises would get even stronger, leaving me panting as if i just ran a marathon. i felt someone's hand grab my thigh and shake it hard enough for me to feel it. somebody else tried to take the headphones out of my grip, but i held them in place.

finally, i managed to hear something.

"help!" screamed the woman.

and as soon as that word left my mouth, all the noise stopped, except for the tv static noise. my breath slowed down, and i loosened up the grip on the headphones. just as i was about to ask the boys if they unplugged the device, a growling, low voice screamed in my ears "go away!"

i screamed, terrified, as i ripped the headphones away from my ears and fell on the ground in front of me. i remember calling out matt's name, and he rushed to take me in his embrace as i cried terrified of what just happened.

chaos ensured: the boys scrumbled all around me to understand what i heard, but as soon as they did that colby called out a figure standing on the doorway.

"let's go outside, we can't stay here anymore!" someone screamed, and just like that matt picked me up bridal style and ran out with the others.

"nick, open the fucking car door so i can place her inside"

"on it"

the car

"baby, are you okay?"

"fuck, she's terrified. y/n. y/n! nod if you can hear us"

i nodded. just lightly, but enough for them to notice.

"baby, can you tell us what happened? what did you hear?"

i pulled matt inside the car so he could hold me while i tried to explain in the best way possible everything without being hindered by the fear that was running through my veins.

"that's crazy. guys, i've never seen anything like that before" said colby.

"for sure. it seemed like she was in a trance. y/n, did you feel us try to take those headphones off of you ears? you had a death grip on them, seriously"

"yeah, i felt it" i whispered, still shaking in matt's embrace. the poor boy could do nothing but hold me and caress my hair in hopes that it might help me to cool down.

"there was like...noise. a lot. at first i heard the woman speaking, then something else came up and started to try cancel out the woman. the last thing she said was help, and then..."

"and then what, baby?"

"and then there was silence. no noise at all, but i still couldn't hear you guys. i was going to ask if you had unplugged the headphones but..."

was i shaking again?

chills ran down my spine at the memory of that awful, awful voice.

"c'mon baby you can do it. say it"

"all of a sudden something growled in my ear. i don't even know how to explain it, it seemed like it didn't come from the headphones. he growled go away but i heard it so fucking clearly and strong that it felt like a scream right in my ears. i'm so sorry, i didn't want to scare you, i swear"

a heavy silence doomed upon us as the boys exchanged worried looks. matt held me tighter, in an attempt to protect me from my own memories.

"we believe you, y/n, we're just shocked that this happened...have we ever lived something like this before, sam?"

"no, never. i had chills, that was fucking terrifying"

"guys i think we should wrap it up here and go home"

"yeah. matt, do you want me to drive you guys home? so you can stay in the back with y/n"

"yes, please. let's go, i really don't want to spend another second in this place."

「 ★ ★ ★ 」

would you guys like a part 2? just pure fluff, matt taking care of y/n. let me know in the comments <3

all pictures were taken from pinterest. credits to the owners!

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃/𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓

[pupyuj]

Omg the recent liz fic one was so good but what about Rei keeps trying (unsuccessfully) to breed reader . They get so fed up that they pin reader down and fuck their brains out, successfully impregnating them.

YET ANOTHER AWESOME REI ASK you guys are on a roll omg?? 😭 i think i had too much fun with the non-smut part so this is going to be a bit longer than my usual drabbles :] (the next one is too!)

[cw: g!p rei, breeding.]

aww precious wifey reibear who wants you to have her kids so, so badly :(( you’ve been trying for a while but nothing seems to be working… even going as far as to visit a doctor to see if there was some kind of complication on either your or rei’s end but hell, even the doctor made a (strange) comment about how you and rei should be “at the prime state to have a platoon of babies” but it always seemed like no matter how much you tried, having a kid didn’t seem all too likely 💔 you’ve never let it get you down ofc but rei was… a different story!

it made her really sad! ☹️ it was so disheartening to see her suddenly just become to quiet and… private 😞 ever since that doctor’s visit, she has been discouraged from even having sex with you bcs in her mind, she thinks that every time she failed to give you a baby, you feel disappointed at her but that couldn’t be more far from the truth—you loved rei so much, with or without a kid.

now 😭 what kinda sets her off is something as innocent as getting a baby shower invitation from one of your guys’ friends 💀 you’d watch her walk back in forth in a frustrated manner right in front of you as you sat on the bed, “i mean, is that not a little insensitive considering we talked about how our situation is going over dinner with them a few weeks ago?! that’s like, me coming up to you when you’ve just lost a family member and celebrating that my dad has woken up from his ten-year long comatose or something!” and you would laugh at the comparison… if you didn’t think your wife was sounding a bit absurd 😭😭

“honey, i think they’re just… trying to help get some things off our minds.”

“yeah because waving the fact that they can have babies totally helps,” she’d snap at you but she’ll immediately feel bad about it :(( “…i’m sorry. i’m yelling.”

“it’s okay, just come sit with me,” you pat the empty space beside you and rei was more than willing to be close to your warmth, letting you brush her hair away from her face and everything 🥺 “i’m sure our friends didn’t mean to offend us—they wouldn’t. they probably didn’t think it would be a big deal since they’re just so excited for us to be there.”

“i just wish… we’d have this too. baby showers, parties, posting an off-putting but ultimately adorable ultrasound video of our kid in our instagram stories and… so much more.” poor reibear just wants to have a family :(( with you! the most amazing woman she has ever met and it kills her so much that she can’t just . fucking give you one!

“i know, hon… and i understand,” you wanted nothing more than a family with her too, but it really hurts to see the love of your life so dismayed about your persistent inability to have a kid :(( but you can’t let her believe that she can’t at all! “but just because it’s not happening now doesn’t mean it never will, okay? it’s going to happen, we’ll be ready, and everything will be perfect. just like you.” giving her a little boop on the nose just to see her beautiful smile and just like that, your lovely wife was back to being her cheerful, energetic self 🥺🫠

rei feeling the need to just touch you after all of that :(( hands all over you while you kiss her, and she's so hasty that she doesn't even bother to undress you or herself all the way before she lays you down on your shared bed 🥺 the moment she hears you moan feeling her throbbing cock rubbing against your soaked panties is the moment rei loses all self-control and her greed just takes over 😵‍💫 ofc she's careful not to rough you up too much, even tho there's something in the back of her head that's telling her that you like it when she does that... but today she's making love! 🫣🥰

she's taking care of you so well :(( face buried in your neck, moaning so sweetly in your ear at every thrust of her hips, her hands holding your waist so tightly... reibear is not much of a chatterbox when she's quite literally fucking into you (whiner rei agenda RISE!) but she lovesss to tell you how much she loves you 🥰 and she thinks it's not enough to express just how much and that's why she says it a lot :(( she's just . a true lovergirl 😍😍

obsessed with how you hold onto her shirt so tightly, and she can never get enough of the way you leave kisses on her neck... all of this just makes her want to fuck you harder 🫢 fully holding onto your thighs and slightly lifting you up bcs she's so close and it all feels too good to stop now 😵‍💫

you'd cum long before rei does so for the remainder of the time, you'd just lay there—praising her, flirting, making all of the sounds she needs to hear to get to that edge that she longs for 😵‍💫😵‍💫

“cum, rei-yah... inside me. now.” and there it was! rei does exactly that 🫣 ugh, she'd pull out after she finishes but seeing her seed seep out of you just makes her dick hard all over again... and reibear doesn't like a mess, and it looks like she's on clean-up duty! 🤭 she'll definitely fuck her cum back inside you, and thankfully you were all in for it too! 😋 neither of you have felt so fucking good... and it shows when weeks later, you pee on a stick not once, not twice, but three times and the stupid thing(s) finally showed that you are now indeed carrying naoi rei's baby 🎉

[incoherentmorals]

soft! joel miller x fem reader

warnings ? fluff, slightly angsty, outbreak au, joel and reader just want to live in a nice house and adopt ellie, they're just soft parents tbh, no smut, henry and sam are here !! but just briefly mentioned, joel opens up kinda

the remnants of today settle in your bones as you lay on the cold floor, using your backpack as a pillow. in the distance you can hear joel and henry doing the same, probably feeling as exhausted as you are. the hope within you isn't entirely gone; henry says he knows a way and ellie is happy to currently have a new friend— sam’s a great kid.

you can feel your eyelids growing heavy while you think about the previous days and what needs to be done in the ones that will soon come. find supplies to keep the trip going, reach the desired destination and hand ellie over ... that last task is what keeps you up most nights but not tonight.

before you know it, sleep wins over you and you fall fast asleep.

joel’s eyes are on you from where he's supposedly sleeping. he stares at your back, the way your body moves as you breathe and he sits up.

it hasn't been smooth these past few days, not at all, and your last conversation wasn't peachy either. you would always argue about ellie’s situation and how dangerous it was to hand her over to some complete strangers — and before he used the we're strangers too card, you would tell him to fuck off. you were right of course; the three of you had been travelling together for months so he'd be a big hypocrite to say that he didn't feel that familial bond tugging at his gut.

he checks around making sure that henry is fast asleep and the door to the kids’ room is properly shut. after that he proceeds to drop his backpack next to yours before laying by your side.

you're not exactly a light sleeper but nonetheless you can feel the shift behind you, the sudden change that you're not alone anymore.

“hm?” you turn around slowly until you're facing joel in a proper manner.

joel doesn't reply, doesn't even bother to be vocal at that moment. he simply stares at you and although his face is peaceful, you can tell his mind is at war. all it takes is for you to raise your hand and cup his cheek softly for the fight in joel’s mind to cease.

you watch as his eyes close and you wait, your fingers brushing back and forth over his cheek.

when joel opens his eyes again, they're glassy, and the realization that he trusts you enough to cry in front of you finally dawns.

“I don't want to let this go.” you hear him whisper and you shuffle closer to him, just enough to hear better.

your fingers slide from his jaw up to the back of his ear and you repeat the motion often. it is soothing for him, you realize.

“me neither.” you mumble and you can tell that he appreciates how thoughtful you're being with the distance — you just *know* he needs enough space to breathe. to not feel confined.

“joel.” your voice grounds him to reality, to light. he keeps his eyes on you as you speak and tries to focus on the sound of your gentle voice. “whatever happens in the end, whatever you choose to do...I will follow you.” his heart clenches a little at your loyalty — it's been a while since he felt this way. probably since tess.

“I promised her.” he says with saddened eyes.

“You can't save everyone.” you reply.

“But ellie can.” joel’s answer silences you both for a moment until those selfish words leave your lips.

“Maybe they don't deserve to be saved.” and while tess would beg to differ, joel wholeheartedly agrees with you. not everyone deserves to be saved.

the night is spent with silent eye contact and the soft brush of your fingers against joel’s face. he eventually places his hand over yours and compares the sizes of your palms — his is simply gigantic compared to yours, or anyone's you've known for that matter.

“What’s that about people telling you your fortune through your veins?” joel asks randomly and you will yourself not to laugh.

“You mean the palm of your hand, old man?” both of you grin and it suddenly feels like another fun pre-apocalyptic thursday.

it is probably an hour later when joel manages to fall asleep with your hand in his, your fingers tightly intertwined.

you've never seen him so peaceful; never witnessed him sleep the way he does now since forever. your heart and mind race because joel’s expression,when he's around you, starts giving off a single feeling. comfort.

you think about stuff again; joel’s and ellie’s dreams after the apocalypse, your dreams, a better world. your mind wanders a million miles but it always comes back to one thing only. the image of a humble house filled with yourself and two other people. that gruff voice and that ashy wave of hair, and then that brownish spark with the most adorable eyes.

it’s a silly thought to want to be a mother to a kid that isn't your own, you think while staring towards the door where sam and ellie are probably sleeping.

it's as silly to consider filling that void in your heart by the side of a worn out man, you think again and your eyes trace joel's face this time. you bring your intertwined hands to your lips and you mindlessly kiss his knuckles, watching as he doesn't stir at all.

despite the sadness tugging at your heartstrings and the bittersweet feeling of ‘dreams just being dreams’ you close your eyes and allow yourself a moment of clarity and of hope.

because maybe things will change, maybe you will not have to wait for the next life to have the family that you want.

[weebsinstash]

In case it wasn't obvious by my complete LACK of screaming, I actually wound up hanging out with family and walking away from the TV before fully completing Hazbin's fourth episode, AKA The One I Know Is Gonna Drive Me Wild 😩❤️ so speaking of poison, time to get drunk again and finish that last episode!

I really gotta say though, as someone who has been chatting with a few other people... laughing howling barking at the amount of people straight up, "yeah Valentino is sexy but now that we know more about him, VOX THOUGH" like the amount of autistic girl pussy this man could pull is WILD

in episode two during the scene introducing VoxTech they make it VERY clear that Vox also straight up has fucking hypnosis powers??? It's when his left eye gets all... woobly? And then when Vox was calming down Val, that same effect was used TWICE, so, lowkey implying Vox tries to "lull" Valentino into a calmer state

"What are you doing, Val"

"You're not going over there."

Also the delivery on that line was hot 😩 imagine Vox saying something to you like "don't leave the studio :)" and he can tell you're not gonna listen to him or you're only half listening and he just repeats himself like THIS, the register of his voice lowers firmly, "You're NOT leaving the studio" and suddenly your head feels kinda fuzzy as he starts telling you all the different reasons it's too crazy outside for you to leave his sight... yeah... guess he's right... better... trust him...

Vox is composed, calculating, cunning, he's the SALESMAN, the sweet-talker, the schemer. Val's yelling and screaming that you ran off and aren't answering his calls and being manic, throwing things, tearing people apart, and meanwhile here's Vox, "calm down Valentino I can just activate the tracker I put on the phone I gave them :)"

remember in the past where I talked about Val getting Reader their first phone down in Hell. I can still see that because Val is fawning over you so much he gives you a phone so he can contact you whenever he wants, like LMAO imagine Val calling texting calling texting and everyone's watching him go fucking crazy "WHY AREN'T THEY RESPONDING fucking BITCH" and here's Angel "Boss they dont even have a phone???? Whose number are you even calling????", BUT I also see Vox doing this because he's the actual one who can do some shit like "oh yeah here's just a little something I threw together, it's the new VPhone 27, it's whatever" and later you find out he gave you the equivalent of like a $3000 iPhone and it has like special features on it that he very clearly put on there just for you but you have no frame of reference so you don't even realize how nice your phone is until someone else comments on it

Also. Valentino snatching Reader's phone and chucking it and completely shattering it and it sends you into a rage, "THAT WAS A GIFT FROM VOX YOU TEMPERAMENTAL PRICK!" and Vox returns from the bathroom or some shit to you yelling and screaming at each other, "You're lucky I don't put something in that smart mouth of yours to teach you some respect you ungrateful whore!!" "well YOU'RE LUCKY I don't sit on your face until you fucking suffocate and die a second time!!" and Vox feels himself getting kinda. Hot watching you two go back and forth, "I should fuckin tie you up until you're begging for me to stop whipping that fat ass of yours RAW!" "Cocky stuck up men like you always cry and whimper the loudest when they get restrained and FUCKED UP THE ASS"

Vox just in shock as you're able to TEAR INTO THIS MAN and walk away completely unscathed, all you guys really do is scream at each other and then 20 minutes later after you've walked away, always YOU to disengage or else he'll just keep going, Val's texting you shortly thereafter, "heeeeeeey baaaaabe, come back 🥺 I miss you ❤️" and then the second you fall for it and come back, "took you long enough, fucking brat" and you're getting pulled into his lap to forcibly cuddle him and be made to brush his chest fur while he makes calls for drug deals and shit

[herofics]

Hii! I saw your requests were open so I started SPEEDING!! Anyway, I was wondering if I could request a little drabble with Megumi and Gojo with a GN s/o that gets sent on a hard mission and is forced to use their domain (you come up with it since I have no brainpower) and after using it their eyes become pitch black with no sclera (the white part of your eyes) so I’m just wondering what their reaction would be the first time they saw it😭

A/N: I’ve got a few WIPs I need to finish, but they’re scenarios. I wanted to do HCs, because they’re much easier to write, so I picked this request for that. I didn’t really know what kind of domain to do either, so I just didn’t specify it. THe HCs for each character ended up very different, because I kinda wanted to do two different angles

~Gojo Satoru~

•Gojo got to you just as you fell out of the domain, that had been floating high up in the air

•You’d won your fight, and you’d released your technique, but you were too exhausted to break your fall

•Gojo of course caught you midair and teleported to the ground with you

•You were breathing quite shallowly, and you were covered in wounds of different severity, but nothing life threatening

•When you opened your eyes, Gojo was shocked to see they were totally black

•You were starting to panic, because you couldn’t see anything

•Gojo tried to calm you down, since getting agitated would only worsen your injuries and would not help the situation

•Hearing you cry out “I can’t see! I can’t see!” was heart-wrenching, and he decided to get you back to Jujutsu High for treatment as fast as he could

•Of course that was his intention all along, but now he was really in a hurry

•Gojo was reassuring you the whole time as he carried you back to Jujutsu High

•”It’s gonna be okay doll, I’m sure this is temporary” he said, trying to calm himself at the same time

•In his head he was more like “Wtf, wtf, what the hell am I gonna do?”

•Gojo wanted to be there for your treatment, but Shoko kicked him out of the room, because she needed to focus

•Gojo was just pacing back and forth behind the door, impatient as usual

•After a while, Shoko came out of the room, and just told Gojo to get in there

•You were sitting on the bed, and when you raised your head, your eyes were almost back to normal, just a little bit of blackness left on the edges

•Gojo was really relieved and so were you, it’s a pretty scary experience to go blind and not know if it’s temporary or not

•He knelt down in front of you and put his hands on your cheeks, brushing his thumbs under your eyes

•He just stared at you straight in the eye for a while, until your eyes were back to normal

•Gojo doesn’t really get scared for himself, like ever, but seeing someone he loves in such a panicked and scared state, really rattled him

•He asks if you’re okay, and you just nod, placing your hand on top of his on your cheek

•You’re just really tired and Shoko said you should stay at the infirmary for the night, just to make sure you’re okay

•So you decide to go sleep, your eyes still hurt and you can feel a headache coming on

•Gojo makes sure you’re okay, before he has to leave for another mission

•You’re okay the next day, but Shoko told you that whole after effect thing was probably going to happen again, which you didn’t tell Gojo, you didn’t want him to worry

•He of course finds out eventually, and he’s kinda pissy about you not telling him

~Fushiguro Megumi~

•You and Megumi got separated during a fight and when he finally found you, you were unconscious on the floor

•He’s of course worried, but he keeps a cool head and checks on you

•You seem to be fine, minimal injuries, but even when you wake up a moment later, you’re pretty out of it

•When you open your eyes, Megumi is visibly shocked, because your eyes have turned pitch black

•He asks if you’re okay and if you can see, which you find to be a bit of an odd question, because you can see just fine

•You question why he’s even asking you that and he tells you your eyes are totally black

•”WHAT?!” you exclaim and scramble to get your phone out of your pocket

•You turn on the front camera and you can see that your eyes are in fact totally black

•You’re not in pain, at least not any more than you’d expect to be with your injuries

•Megumi doesn’t really know what to do, because you don’t really seem to be any serious pain nor does the darkening of your eyes seem to impair your sight

•He just helps you up and the two of you start walking back to where you’re supposed to get picked up

•He does occasionally ask you if there’s any change in how you feel, but there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with your eyes

•Your eyes start clearing up after a few hours and are completely back to normal in about 24 hours

•Megumi thought it was kind of weird, but nothing more, a domain can have some weird effects on a person’s body, so he feels like it’s not that out of the ordinary

•He does kind of keep hovering around you more than normal, because he just wants to make sure you’re okay, and that you don’t suddenly go blind or something

[yoyomomiko]

Bebe Steven’s with a tall fem reader (headcanons)

Let’s just say reader is the same age and grade as the characters but she has a massive growth spurt at age 6!

Taller than you...

Pairings: Bebe x F!reader

Summary: The request >⁠.⁠<

Warnings: None!! ^⁠_⁠^

(A/N): So I just noticed this laying around in my drafts😀 I'M SO SORRY I JUST NOTICED IT AND I CONTINUED IT😭 This was made in like May or something it's been months I'm soooo sorry I feel so bad now😭 -> m.list

- First off, before your growth spurt, you were the SHORTEST, and pretty much everybody used to pick on you. But Bebe came to the rescue and shut them off >:)

- Summer started, and you finally turned six.

- You did NOT expect to just grow like that, you were growing all summer, and you reached a tall height, way above average for a six year old...

- You weren't complaining, that meant nobody would pick on you anymore!! You felt cooler like that.

- Once you went back to school, EVERYONE who used to pick on you just stood there in shock. You were now taller than them? No more "short stuff"? No more "I could accidentally step on you"?

- You stood at a tall height, wich intimidated some. Actually, some kids even apologized for what they've done before, afraid that they'd get their ass run over.

- Bebe was SHOCKED.

- "Since when?" "How did you do it?" "How does that even work?"

- She bombarded you with questions. I guess that's just kinda what happens when nobody sees you for the whole summer break, and then you come back to school on the first day, looking like a street pole to the rest of the kids.

- To any adult, they'd just brush it off, but to the rest?? NO WAY.

- Cartman still picked on you though, now teasing with "How's the weather up there?" and all that annoying stuff.

- Bebe still came to your rescue >:)

- She loved loved LOVED the way you were taller, the hugs just hit different.

- Hugging you was the best part of the whole day to her.

- She loved it when she'd struggle to get something that was placed a little too high for her, and then you came and helped her reach it.

- Bebe kinda likes it way more that way, although she could care less about your height or appearance. She loved you, and to her, that's what matters.

- But still, the height was a nice bonus!!

- Would sometimes PRETEND she can't reach stuff on the top shelf, when all she had to do was get on her tip toes. She just wanted you to help her (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

- But then Wendy would sigh, reach the top shelf for her and give her the item, to wich Bebe quickly put back up on the top shelf, narrowing her eyes at her.

- "WENDY, go away!" She would shoo the poor girl away as she'd just chuckle at Bebe's desperation to get your attention again.

- Wendy shipped you two the most, she thought you two were adorable.

★★★

Bebe was 'trying her best' to reach the glue from the top shelf. The classroom was pretty much empty except for Wendy, you, her and Stan. She was 'struggling', pretending that the glue was just out of reach. She kept turning her head around, trying to catch a glimpse of you to see if you were coming to help her. Fortunately for her, you walked up to her and offered your help. She tried to hide her smirk, and just nodded at you.

You easily reached and gave her the glue, to wich she smiled and batted her eyelashes at you. "Thanks, [nickname]." She gave you a quick peck on the cheek, as a gesture of gratitude and appreciation for helping her. You blushed, only nodding in response. "What would I do without you?" She batted her eyelashes up at you again, tilting her head up, overdramatizing the whole situation. It was straight out of a 2000's rom-com. You didn't complain, you thought she was cute when she joked like that.

Wendy chuckled at Bebe, glancing back and forth from the two of you. Stan just had his face burried into his arms, wich were resting on his desk. He groaned into them, trying to avoid looking at the two of you. He's acting like he and Wendy aren't worse...

★yoyomiko ★miko

[suiana]

So to give to a little context first. I have a friend whom I met from my old online school. We have a enemies dynamic. We've each other for 2 years now. When we first met I was the one who talked the most, which he used to see as "annoying". Ever since I left the online school and became busy with my new irl school, I started messaging him less and when I do, he acts more and more nicer and chill than before. To the point he stared flirting with me but I always brushed it off as I also flirt with everybody. Did I forget to mention we are the complete opposite of each other. He's extremely introverted online while I'm literally just putting out my phone number for everyone to see. Irl tho I'm introverted and scared of people unlike him who suddenly has the ultimate rizz and getting into fights with other boys.

One time he messaged me while putting on his just as he got out if the shower. Lemme tell you I was dense af back then. He literally asked for shampoo recommendations. I didn't know anything about men's hygiene so I told him to use a flower scented shampoo. He left for 15mins which I thought was because he was drying his hair. No he was running to the store. He asked for which shampoo brand I use. I didn't want him to know that much about me so I said any sakura scented one.

Another time was when we were talking about a game we like and he thought about cosplaying the character I liked and I thought of it as just some teasing between friends and went along with it by saying I prefer the female characters.

I'm always questioning my sexuality so I'm always joking around that I'm gay and I think that's the reason why he hasn't been straight forward.

He started his own irl school last week and a girl kept looking back and forth at him and when he was about to go home she stopped him saying he could always ask her for help about studies and the school.

And again with a different girl but this time is his deskmate. Apparently every single girl he has met had asked him if he has a gf to which he responded with "not ur business" and I already knew something wasn't right at this point because I have seen his face before and he is mid. Sure ig some girls r into tall boys but he's a freaking emo.

And did I tell you about my suspicion about his deskmate not even being a real girl because the Coincidences if them being neighbors and having way too much in common is too suspicious. Did I also mention "her" personality is completely unreal. She says she's "not like the other girls" and HE him out of all people fricking agreed

And his description of her sounds exactly like me. Short wolfcut, gets mistaken as a boy, kinda tall. Even her behavior is like mine, Just randomly zoning out. And the last thing that completely threw me off guard was her grades. She's the Top of the class. I'm literally part of the student council.

But then I wanted to meet her too if she was comfortable with it but y know what he said.

Idk I can

He thinks I might accidentally hurt her feelings. He has known me for nearly 3 years.

And his response to me was

"Didnt mean it but since she has many mental issues and tried to suicide her self because of got bullied and mocked,i just don't want to makes her feel bad and depressed"

I relate to her so now im always telling him to protect her even if her stories might be worse than mine.

But now that I'm rethinking about it

I think he's lying to me

I heard getting advice from random strangers on the internet is better than getting actual help /j

I actually really like him and I don't have the courage to confront him directly about it

There's a very high chance I'm just being delusional and should continue being some wingman

But I don't have any other friends to tell this and I really need to get it off my chest and get other ppls opinions so I hoped I didn't make too many Grammer mistakes

don't worry about making grammar mistakes it's totally ok

u should subtly try to egg him on for answers

like asking what's Ur ideal type, what would u do if u date me, do u think we'll be more than just friends etc

if he hints that he does like u maybe u can shoot your shot lol haha, and don't be disheartened if he rejects u, there's plenty of fish in the sea :3

imo u probably have a good chance of getting that because he probably likes you ++ no guy I've seen would do such things for someone they just call a friend :)

I hope everything goes well for you bae and all the best

[septnanis]

“That’s funny,” Sora says. It’s the first time they’ve been alone since Destiny Islands, before the Mark, before all this.

Riku looks at him. “What’s funny?”

“Your eyes,” Sora says, moving closer to him.

It aches a little, because Riku knows for sure now after what happened on the beach. When Riku saw Kairi try to hide the fruit behind her back, he knew it was over. He excused himself and Kairi let him.

“They’re a different color,” Sora says and points at Riku’s eye. “They used to be blue right?”

Like the water on a clear day, his mother had always said. Blue with a hint of green. Sora has given him pretty stones when they were little the exact same color. They still sit under his bed.

“Huh, that’s weird,” Riku says. “What color are they? Red? Purple?” He almost jokingly says yellow but it catches in his throat.

“Green!” Sora says. “They’re darker than they used to be. That’s kinda weird.”

“You’re kinda weird,” Riku replies with a smirk.

His fingers twitch. He’ll look later.

—-

Later feels like a different life.

The dust has barely settled after Sora disappeared off the Paopu tree. Riku keeps up the smiles until everyone has left. Kairi won’t even look at him.

Shame and failure. He doesn’t blame her.

Later feels like a different life so when Mickey insists he go with him to Castle Disney, it doesn’t occur to him to say no.

Minnie is kindness itself, steering him to a room that she leaves him to without urging him to speak.

He takes his clothes off and folds them neatly, showers and finds clothes that fit him perfectly in their place. The blatant show of the castle’s magic makes him smile.

Finally, he turns to the mirror.

And there they are. No longer blue like the water on a clear day. They don’t look like the stones underneath Riku’s bed.

His eyes are green. A dusty green, like the roots of grass. Like the leaves on a tree at nighttime.

Darkness takes physiological shape first by yellow eyes. He knows that better than anyone. He’d spent his year alone terrified he’d look in the mirror and see them turned.

But green?

Riku puts his hands over his eyes.

“I’m not afraid of the darkness,” he whispers and lifts his hands.

The color of his eyes remains the same.

—-

“It’s been awhile,” Naminé says. She’s up to her elbows in paint.

“Yeah…” Riku says. No one really knows what went on during that year of unfortunate cooperation, except for Lea. “How have you been?”

Her smile is pretty and enigmatic, and Riku doesn’t really smile back. The walls are lined with paintings, from abstract to the same childish doodles she made with her magic.

The little portrait that hangs seperatelty that should be him but isn’t looks at him with bright turquoise eyes.

“Fine,” Naminé says. “I’m sorry we haven’t been able to help you with finding Sora.”

Riku shakes his head. “I’m grateful for anything you do,” he says and means it. “It’s because of Sora isn’t it? Your magic?”

Naminé smiles a little wider. “How long have you been wondering that?”

He thinks about lying and changes his mind. “Took me awhile but it just made sense,” Riku says. “Sora smells like magic. Powerful magic.”

She dips her fingers into a jar of blue paint and brushes her fingers over the canvas in front of her. “It’s true,” Naminé says. “More than he knows.”

“Knows?” Riku asks, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“That’s right,” she says and beckons him over. “But that’s not why you’re here.” Riku joins her with a crease in his brow and watches her dip her fingers into another jar of paint - yellow.

“I may not be able to sense it the way you can,” Naminé says. Her tone is genuine kindness but there’s an underlying feeling of danger. “But I sense things. Light…” she points at the blue on the canvas.

“And darkness,” she rubs the yellow paint over the blue. Gently moving back and forth until the color start to change. “On and on we go, until one day we’re something else. Something new, made up of everything we’ve ever been.”

And there it is. Dusty green, grass on a misty day, not blue like he had as a child, not yellow as he should have had when he fell from grace.

Riku reaches out and touches the canvas. The color stains his fingertips.

—-

“I never know if this is considered really late,” Sora says, ambling into their bathroom at four in the morning. “Or really early. Can’t sleep?”

Riku nods. It was a nightmare but he’s old hat at those, so he decided to splash some water on his face to shake himself out of it.

“Had a bad dream,” Riku explains as he watches Sora hoist himself onto their bathroom counter. “The Graveyard.”

“The storm?” Sora asks.

Riku knows what he means by that even if he has no actual recollection of what happened. “You leaving. By yourself.”

Sora looks immediately apologetic and puts his hand on Riku’s jaw. “Sorry…”

“You’re not apologising for something that happened almost twenty years ago,” Riku says, moving to stand between Sora’s legs, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“If it makes you sad, I will,” Sora says.

He puts his other hand on Riku’s face, runs his fingers over his cheeks and his jaw, his calluses catching minutely on the barely there stubble on Riku’s face.

Riku leans down and kisses him, soft and slow. Deepens it when Sora moves his hands from Riku’s face to cup his neck and jaw. When he pulls away, Sora doesn’t let go.

“Ahh,” Sora sighs. “So pretty.”

“What’s that?”

“Your eyes,” Sora says. “They’re so pretty and green. Green and pretty.” He chuckles because he’s clearly sleepy.

Riku smirks and lays his forehead on Sora’s. “You’re an enormous sap,” he says. “They used to be blue.”

Sora opens his own eyes wide and stares into Riku’s. The angle is odd but Riku can see how blue Sora’s eyes are.

Sora leans back as if to admire him.

“I like them better this way,” Sora says.

Riku blinks. He catches his eyes, blue and yellow equals green, in the mirror.

He looks at Sora.

“So do I,” he says.

[lunarticxenia]

Moon Signs Pt. 2

Hi guys here’s part 2 of the moon sign series! After I post this, I’m going to be focusing more on answering your questions, I have a lot to answer. Thanks so much for all the support! Without further ado, here’s Libra through Pisces moons! 

🌵Libra Moon: You guys LOVE attention, and you don’t even try to hide it LMAO. One of my good friends is a Libra moon and he literally loves to say outlandish things just to get a reaction from us and to get attention from us if we’re not talking to him enough in a conversation. Libra moons also love relationships and if underdeveloped they may feel incomplete without one. They can also be very dependent on their partner for happiness as well. However, they are romantic and in love with love. They’re also extremely sensitive and are very feminine. Even in men, it gives them a more feminine touch to their personality. They also hold their morals in very high regard. They have their set morals and won’t change them for anything or anyone. They also tend to hate conflict and usually shy away from confrontation. They’re also too nice, WAYYYYYY too nice. You guys need to be more assertive LMAO. They’re also extremely optimistic and if they don’t believe in that particular way they at least try to be optimistic with others. They’re always reminding you the glass is half full. Also, Libra moons are mad clingy. Even with those they’re not dating LMAO. My Libra moon friend whenever I try to leave the FaceTime Call, he’s like “Don’t go... :(”. They just love to be around the ones they love. They’re also in love with beauty, and all things beautiful in the world. They’re lovers of music, art, film, and literature. Libra moons also have a softness in their eyes, I can’t describe it. This girl I used to like has a Libra moon and her eyes were just so soft. They’re also extremely indecisive, they tend to flip flop between who they wanna be and what they wanna do. They also aren’t shy when it comes to compliments, they will compliment TF out of you. They’re the best hype man. They also put others before themselves a lot, and can be very shy upon first meeting them. However once they feel comfortable around you they open up. One last thing, I feel like they tend to like anyone who’s nice to them...don’t attack me. LMAO.  

🌵Scorpio Moon: I feel like Scorpio moons have about ten different playlists relating to their emotions and still won’t open up to anyone about how they feel. Scorpio moons I feel have such intense emotions that they just don’t deal with them and they tend to implode after a while. I relate to them a lot in that respect tbh with my Sun square Moon, because that’s how I am. You guys are also super passionate and super creative. Every Scorpio moon I’ve met has been really creative in some way whether it be makeup, fashion style, or artwork. I’ve also noticed that this is a very alluring placement, there’s this intriguing way about them, and like Aries Moons, they have a fire in their eyes. Their gaze is INTENSE. They’re also very selective with who they let close to them, they don’t let just anybody in. They’re also very good at reading other people and seeing people’s true intentions. They have an extremely good intuition. If underdeveloped this can be used to manipulate other people, as well as being compulsive liars. Scorpio moons are also very protective over the ones they love. If you mess with anyone they care about, they will kill you. End of story. Also I feel like every Scorpio moon I’ve met has been through the wringer, like they’ve really had some hard experiences, it’s so sad to me. Scorpio moons are also extremely stubborn, remember this is a fixed sign. Scorpio moons ain’t playing, once they’ve settled on something, they’re not budging. Also, can we just say, masters at investigating people. These are the friends you want stalking your ex’s social media. They will find out everything. They’re also really good psychologists as well, almost all the Scorpio moons I’ve met are actually Psychology majors LMAO. They’re very good at finding the root causes of people’s issues. I also feel like Scorpio moons undergo a lot of transformations in their lives. I’ve known a Scorpio moon for about 10 years now and he’s undergone so many different transformations in his life. Mentally and physically. They’re also extremely sarcastic and have a tendency to be pessimistic. They’re also mad scary when angry. I’ve seen them angry before, as an Aries moon, even I get a little scared.... love y’all tho. 

🌵Sagittarius Moon: The funniest people ever. Sagittarius moons always have me laughing my ass off. Their sense of humor is very diverse. They tend to stick with sarcasm and like to say outlandish things to make people laugh. Also, I feel like Sagittarius moons tend to go for science/math oriented careers or at least have an interest in those subjects. I know four Sag moons, and they’re all in STEM it’s actually crazy. They’re also extremely blunt and honest, especially when it comes to people they don’t like LMAO. They make it very clear when they don’t like someone, it’s so funny. They’re also just so much fun, like they’re genuinely so much fun to hang out with. I feel like I’ve never not had a good time hanging out with a Sagittarius moon. I feel like Sag moons however tend to struggle with asserting themselves a lot of times, until they get really fed up.  They’re very much go with the flow kinda people, and this can be to their detriment especially with the ones they love, they don’t wanna rock the boat. However, they also make really good mediators and are good at settling arguments. They also really like to travel, and likely have traveled a lot. All the Sagittarius moons I know have traveled to at least 4+ countries. They love traveling the world, and I’ve also noticed move or want to move far away from their childhood home. They wanna explore everything the world has to offer. My cousin who’s a Sag moon left her parents’ house to move a few states away and my other friend who’s a Sag moon wants to move to the other side of the country. These individuals also tend to like foreign culture as well. I’ve noticed Sagittarius moons tend to like foreign music or foreign tv shows. I feel like they also tend to ignore their emotions when they get sad and just don’t like to deal with their emotions. They also don’t like to talk about how they feel and will brush sad things off because it’s just too upsetting for them. However, once the emotions boil over, just like their anger, they will blow up LMAO. I’ve also noticed that they’re really good at teaching people things? Like my Sag moon friend explained this Chemistry equation to me I couldn’t understand and I got it after 10 minutes. Natural teachers. 

🌵 Capricorn Moon: Guys, it’s okay to open up. You don’t have to pretend to be so strong all the time, you’re not weak for showing your emotions. Anyway, Cap moons have high expectations for people, and will not tolerate any bs from people. I seriously commend them for that. I feel like Cap moons struggle with how their points are being expressed, they can say one thing, but it’s seen as something else. While Capricorn moons may struggle with expressing their emotions, I haven’t found them to be closed off or cold when meeting them. Every Capricorn moon I’ve met has warmed up to me very quickly and have been super nice. I feel like they’re very friendly and once they have a conversation with you they’re really warm and kind. Also, they’re not afraid of anything?? Except for showing their feelings maybe. But like, they’re so open to trying new things like scary rollercoasters and aren’t afraid to fight for themselves if they have to. Also, super fucking ambitious. I wish I could be ambitious. These people will really have like three jobs, be in school, and tend to household responsibilities. I don’t know how you guys do it. Now everyone says Capricorn moons are just analytical and systematic when confronted with conflict, and I personally haven’t found that to be true. If they feel wronged?? Nah. They’re not going to be systematic or logical or anything. They will go off. As for personal challenges, yes they’ll be more analytical. But I feel like everyone boils down Cap moons to emotionless and machine-like nerds, which I find to be very untrue. Capricorn moons are very soft once they’re vulnerable with you, and genuinely feel like they’re bothering people when they show their emotions and feel weak for showing them. Also I’ve noticed that their mom is a big motivator for their success. Their moms always push them to do their best in work and school. If poorly aspected, they could feel too pressured by their moms to do well. Also, they’re so underrated for being funny. They have a really dry sense of humor and it’s well developed. I also feel like they get overlooked for putting others before themselves, when it comes to the people they love they’ll do anything for them. Brb gonna go give my Cap moon friends a hug. 

🌵Aquarius Moon: You guys are just so unique. There’s something unique about each and every Aquarius moon, whether it’s a quirk or a hobby. These people are literally the best to talk to. It’s so easy to have a conversation with them, they really can talk about anything. I’ve also noticed that Aquarius moons tend to be interested in astrology and tarot and things of that kind. Every Aquarius moon I’ve met has been really interested in it, and even involved in it. I feel like they also have big dreams, and have big plans for themselves. Aquarius moons also love to get lost in their music and tend to use it as an escape. This can be a problem because they tend to avoid dealing with their feelings. They also go between reacting to things really heavily vs not reacting at all. It just seems like it goes back and forth. They speak up with things are unjust however only to their friends or online. They just don’t like to deal with face to face conflict in that regard. They also give really great advice. My best friend is an Aquarius moon and she always gives me the best advice. She knows me better than I know myself tbh. I feel like Aquarius moons relish in being unique LMAO. I’m 99% sure they had an “I’m not like other girls” phase. I feel like this placement always tends to space out and daydream a lot. They also aren’t the types to just lash out at people, their anger is more subtle (unless they have other placements of course). I feel like Aquarius moons also have a lot of friends but they tend to have a small group of friends that they tend to be super super close with. They’re also...really charming? I don’t know what it is, but like every single one I’ve met has been really charming and likable. They also have a really goofy sense of humor and love to do wild shit to make people laugh. I feel like some downsides of Aquarius moons are that they tend to be too analytical and rationalize things too much, and they inadvertently invalidate other people’s feelings. Aquarius moons are also super open minded to all opinions. I have a friend who I tend to disagree with on certain issues but they’ve always been open to hearing my opinion. They also love to travel too. I’ve noticed that as well. 

🌵Pisces Moon: To think, I was almost one of you guys. No seriously I almost was, if I were born four hours earlier I would’ve been a Pisces moon LMAO. Anyhoo, Pisces moons are just so sweet. I don’t know how else to start, they literally are the sweetest people and give off this mystical type of aura. They’re very otherworldly. Also, these people daydream 24/7. They put Aquarius moons to shame in daydreaming. This girl I like is a Pisces moon and I always catch her daydreaming LMAO. They’re also extremely sensitive too and feel things so deeply. They try to hide how they feel from people, but you can see it in their eyes. I can always tell when my Pisces moon friend is upset just by the look in her eyes. They also tend to be introverted and it takes a while for them to warm up to someone. My co-worker is a Pisces moon and it took 2 weeks for her to finally start talking to me LMAO. They also have really vivid and wild dreams too. I feel like my Pisces moon friend is always telling me about some wild dream they had like that they were in a castle or in an ocean. They also can be really moody, they can be fine one second and then get really sad out of nowhere. Their emotions are like the ocean. I feel like another downside of Pisces Moons are that they can be very manipulative however this is really with any underdeveloped water moon/sun placement. I also feel like they tend to be escapists a lot. They don’t like to deal with reality a lot, and they see the best in everything and everyone even if it’s to their demise. They’re also super friendly and are nice to everyone they meet, even if they’re reserved they’re still very sweet. They’re also extremely creative too, I feel like every Pisces moon I’ve ever met has some sort of creative hobby. My co-worker who’s a Pisces moon is working on becoming a photographer and her stuff is AMAZING. I think that’s because they see the best in the world and the beauty in everything; and they know how to show that in their work so others can see the world like they do. They’re also super empathetic and are really good listeners. You can talk to them about anything and feel understood. :) 

So this wraps up my moon sign series! I hope you guys liked it! Again, don’t take offense these are just my opinions on each moon sign! Hope you guys enjoyed, and if you don’t see your moon sign here it’s likely in part one. 

[hiimkay]

Keep Talking (Imagine)

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x reader

Word Count: 1.2k words

Summary: I got the idea from a post made by @joshkiszkas about Sammy always listening to Josh, so credit to them for the idea! I really liked the concept, so I replaced Sammy with a reader's perspective!

WARNINGS: Fluff, familial bullying(?)/being brushed off as a kid.

I'm sorry I disappeared for a little while! I had a bit of a writer's block moment conveniently during all of this awful twitter/instagram drama. I'm not going to say anything else about it, it's not my place and the issue has been resolved so there's no use in fighting about it anymore. We are the PEACEFUL Army after all :) it's time to start acting like it! I hope you enjoy my little comeback imagine!

crying, he's just so perfect <3

Josh was never known to let silence fill a room for too long. He'd dive deep into his mind if he had to, just to get something out into the space. Obviously, his family had been the ones to witness it most often, so it was understandable for them to get sick of him constantly talking. You'd known the Kiszka's for almost your entire life, and you knew what each member of the family was like. You knew who had patience and who didn't, but as the years passed it seemed like it got harder for them to deal with Josh's outgoing nature.

You were ten years old the first time you heard someone tell Josh to stop talking. You, Jake, Ronnie, and Josh had all been playing in the backyard together, taking turns on their old rickety, probably hazardous, swing set and trying to catch the butterflies that dared to land within a few feet of the four of you. The day had started out fine, you all had been playing different games and making dirt potions in a small mud puddle left from an early summer rain, making the most out of your summer break.

It had been a few hours when Josh started to sense the atmosphere dying. The energy of when you'd all first went outside to play had started to dwindle under the June heat, so he did what he knew how to do best.

"Did you know that butterflies don't live very long?" He asked, holding his hand out in an attempt to catch a bright yellow one fluttering by.

"Yeah, Josh. Our teacher told us that," Jake replied, swinging back and forth on the higher of the two swings. Ronnie was beside him, hanging from the lower swing on her stomach, drawing shapes in the dirt. You were tying pieces of grass into knots, but you'd devoted your attention to Josh as soon as he started speaking.

"My teacher didn't tell me that. How long do they live?" You asked, twirling a blade of grass between your fingers. Josh dropped his hand back to his side, turning to face you.

"Our teacher said they only live for two or three weeks, and then they die. Which is sad because they're so pretty. Maybe if we fed them more fruit-"

"Do you ever shut up?" Jake blurted, stopping his swing. Josh's mouth closed almost immediately and Ronnie looked up from her dirt drawings. "You talk so much, I don't wanna play anymore." He stood up from his swing and started walking toward the house. You looked back at Ronnie and noticed the confusion on her face, but after a few seconds she followed Jake. Josh watched them walk back up to the house, and you could tell he was trying to hide the hurt on his face.

"Josh?" You called.

"Do I really talk too much?" He asked quietly, kicking his foot into the grass. "Does Jake not like me anymore?" You shook your head. You didn't know what it was like to be a twin, you imagined it was probably stressful or tiring sometimes, but you could be certain that Jake still loved his brother. You heard him trying to hide a sniffle and knew you had to act.

"No Josh, you don't talk too much. Jake's just jealous that you know so much about butterflies. I'm kinda jealous too, I wish I knew more about butterflies." Josh's wild brown eyes found yours for a moment before he smiled. He raised his hands and wiped his eyes, letting out one last sniffle.

"If you think butterflies are cool, wait until you hear about dragonflies." You'd heard about dragonflies before, but you had absolutely no issues letting Josh tell you everything he knew about dragonflies, then about bumblebees, then about all of the flowers in his mom's garden, and anything else he had something to say about.

There was also the time, while he was running over some of his lines for an upcoming play that the school's drama department was putting on, he had managed to accidentally run off on a tangent about the production value of the play and how he'd have been a much better director. That had escalated into how he'd produce a full-budget movie, and how he'd completely recast everyone. He had trapped his mom in the kitchen while she was doing dishes, and she had powered through quite a bit of his rambling before she turned to him and said "Josh, honey, why don't you give your voice a rest? God knows my ears could use one, too." She meant no harm by it, but it hadn't taken long for Josh to get the hint and gather his things. He'd shown up at your door, eyes glossy and script clutched in his fist.

You didn't understand it then, but you became Josh's person that day in the backyard. As you grew into teenagers and young adults, Josh never lost his talkative personality. His family grew less patient with him, and of course they still loved him, but sometimes they needed a moment without Josh's incessant talking. That's when he'd come to you.

You were never super busy, so you'd gladly give your full attention to whatever subject Josh had managed to cling to that day. He would come over, barely through the front door of your house before he was filling you in on what had occupied his mind in that particular moment. You'd fill in the role of whatever he needed, whether that was just an ear for him to talk into or if he wanted someone to engage in the conversation with him. A topic you two could go back and forth on for hours was movies. Movies never bored either of you, and you'd often argue about what movies were works of art and which ones should have never been produced. You and Josh had an entire debate one time over the cinematic value of Cars. You still think it's one of the best animated movies ever made.

Josh didn't know that you also appreciated his company. It's not like you didn't talk to your family members or other friends, but conversation was just so easy with Josh. He always had a new and interesting topic to talk about, and he would always let you cut in if you had something to add. You were also the only person that knew how to calm him down kindly. Instead of the "shut up" and "be quiet" nonsense he was used to with his siblings, you were able to break it to him gently.

"Josh, Josh, I don't mean to interrupt you, but you've started three whole conversations and I can't quite keep up."

"Should I stop?" He asked.

"No! Please, keep talking!" He'd laughed and apologized, and you'd reminded him where he'd left off. He did a good job of slowing himself down… for about ten minutes. You gave up trying to stop him, because you loved listening to him talk so passionately even if you weren't exactly sure what he was talking about. You'd watch the way his eyes lit up and the way the corners of his mouth quirked when he hit a subject that was really dear to him. It made your heart feel whole, and you were glad that Josh loved talking your ear off because you'd never turn him away.

[akaashisbabygirl]

threesome

a/n: anyways, i added glitter to the image because i was in an “ooo glitter mood” this wasnt this best i could write a i didn’t take days to write it and when i was writing i was really sleepy but i wanted to post something different. i hope you enjoy <3 thank you or 9.2k!!

pairings: akaashi x reader x suna (all characters are aged up)

warnings: NSFW - threesome, high sex, use of weed, alcohol consumption, oral (giving and receiving) anal, double penetration, female and male masturbation, finger sucking, hair pulling, kinda face fucking, degradation, spanking, reader is on birth control

suna’s fingertips held onto the blunt as he brought it back to sit in between his soft pink lips. akaashi’s back rested against the headboard of the bed, his legs spread as your small body rested against his chest, fingers tugging with the ends of your skirt as you waited for suna to pass the blunt to you. 

both suna and akaashi had gotten high, deciding to tease you by passing the blunt back and forth with each other, not handing it once to you. it didn’t help either that both boys were much bigger than you were, and with the way your body rested in akaashi’s arms, you weren’t getting up from your comfortable position to grab the blunt from their hands.

“rinnn, keiii...” you whined, hand slapping akaashi’s thigh softly as he grabbed hold of the blunt from suna. 

“what is it, babygirl? do you want it?” keiji teased, his left hand moving up to your thigh, letting his warm hand sit on your exposed skin.

“want some,” you pouted.

suna chuckled, “c’mon kei, she wants some too.”

akaashi moved the blunt down to your lips, holding it there for you, waiting for you to take a hit.

“i can take it myself you know! i’m not a baby!” you whined.

akaashi chuckled, “sure.”

it was the everyday friday night, where you, your boyfriend akaashi and suna all met up at suna’s apartment to smoke, get high together and possibly have sex. it was something that happened one night, and before the three of you knew it, having sex and getting high had been something the three of you regularly did.

the boys watched as your mind slowly became consumed by the weed. suna smirked, kneeling down onto the bed as akaashi held the blunt to your lips. his hands tugged your skirt down your legs, following with the lace panties you wore. akaashi pulled your thighs to sit over his own, as suna’s tongue met with your dripping folds. he started to move his tongue along your slit, collecting your wetness on his tongue. 

akaashi grabbed the blunt from your hands as moans began to erupt from your lips. his grip tightened around your waist as suna’s hands held your thighs open. he only teased you, licking up your dripping arousal which had leaked down your cunt, not actually giving you what you desperately wanted. 

suna pulled away from your cunt, a whine falling from your lips. akaashi slapped your thigh softly, telling you to shut up.

“let’s play a game!” suna announced.

“what one?” akaashi asked.

“truth or dare, except there’s a twist. akaashi and i take turns to ask y/n truth or dare.” suna smirked, bringing the bottle of alcohol to his lips, letting the cool liquid slide down his throat.

“i like the sound of that!” said akaashi. you also agreed.

“babygirl, truth or dare?” suna asked.

“dare!” you said, sounding confident.

“take a shot of alcohol,” suna said, handing you the bottle, keeping his dares easy for now. 

you took the bottle from his hands, your mouth wrapping around the bottle as you let the alcohol pour down your throat.

“your lips would look so good wrapped around our cocks baby,” akaashi mumbled into your ear. his breath was hot against your skin, a blush spreading across your soft cheeks.

you handed the bottle from suna, waiting for akaashi to ask you.

“truth or dare baby?”

“dare!”

“i dare you to kiss suna, sweetheart,” akaashi commanded.

suna leaned forward, as you tugged on his shirt, pulling him close. your lips sloppily attacked each other’s, as akaashi watched. he couldn’t wait to feel what your lips would feel like around his cock. he loved how gorgeous you looked all high and needy.

you removed your lips from suna’s, your back moving back against akaashi’s chest.

“truth or dare, brat?” suna asked.

“truth!” you said, wanting to change up the game a bit.

“who do you want to fuck you cunt tonight,” suna asked, as akaashi’s fingertips brushed against your hair.

“want keiji in my cunny.”

suna smirked, “go suck keiji’s cock. make him feel good.”

you obeyed, moving yourself onto your knees and crawling in between akaashi’s legs. your hands greedily pulled down his sweat pants, your ass sticking up, feeling suna latch onto your hips, shoving your skirt up so it bunches at your waist.

“can i fuck your ass baby?” suna asked.

“yes!”

your lips wrapped around akaashi’s cock as suna grabbed the bottle of lube from the drawer next to his bed.

akaashi’s hands grabbed onto your hair, his hands holding onto your hair, shoving your head down to take more of him into your mouth. akaashi’s hands in your hair helped you take as much of him into your mouth as you could. akaashi slowly fucked your face, his cock making you choke and moan around his mouth as suna stretched out your other hole. it hadn’t been the first time you had taken both boys at once, it was something the three of you had done before.

your ass tightened around the toy suna had placed to help stretch you out, your head bobbing up and down as you maintained eye contact with akaashi.

“look so fucking beautiful,” akaashi smirked.

you removed your head from around akaashi’s cock, looking up at him into his turquoise coloured eyes. a moan erupted from your lips as suna fucked your ass with the toy.

“keiji, want you, need you, dripping...”

“touch yourself for me baby,” akaashi stated.

akaashi’s hands removed your shirt, your fingers dipping underneath you skirt, rubbing harsh circles on your clit. you threw your head back as you felt like you were going to cum. suna thrusted the toy into your ass, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt your climax approaching. a sharp moan fell from your lips as you came all over your own hand, eyes watching as akaashi pumped his own cock in his hands at the sight of you. quickly, he came all over your chest, his cum dripping down your beautiful tits.

akaashi grabbed onto your hips, setting you down on top of his cock. his cock thrusted into your walls as suna removed the toy from your ass, undressing himself and lining his cock up with your ass. a moan fell from your lips as akaashi bottomed out inside of you, the tip of his cock slightly kissing your cervix.

suna slowly began to fuck your ass, his fingers moving to shove them down your throat, loving how you obediently began sucking on his fingers.

suna waited until you said that you were ready, before he and akaashi started thrusting at the same time. suna removed his fingers from your lips, hearing how your loud moans fell from your lips and started to fill the four corners of the room.

akaashi’s hands moved down to rub against your clit, your head being thrown back as you rode akaashi and suna fucked your ass. his hands pressed your tummy, feeling where he cock sat inside of you while suna slapped your ass. akaashi thrusted his hips up into you, suna grabbing your hair and pulling on it slightly, having you arch your back.

“your so fucking tight baby,” akaashi groaned.

“i bet you like having both your holes filled you fucking slut,” suna muttered, grabbing a new blunt and lighting it, bringing it to his own lips.

“gonna fucking cum... oh fuck fuck gonna cum,” you moaned.

your vision went white as you climaxed, your cunt clenching and ass tightening. a cry of their names fell from your lips as both boys desperately picked up their pace in need to cum.

akaashi released his load with a loud moan of your name, his seed filling your cunt and painting your insides white.

suna climaxed next inside your ass, his hands grabbing onto your tits as he did so.

both boys pulled out, watching how their cum leaked from your body. your eyes were tired and you began to feel sleepy. suna grabbed a spare shirt for you as akaashi got some wet towels, ready to clean you up.

“it’s late baby, go to sleep,” akaashi stroked your cheek softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you fell asleep while suna was dressing you.

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[flareish]

Anxiety

kuroo x reader

summary: you hide your anxiety from basically everyone including your boyfriend, until he finds out for himself

genre: hurt/comfort

warnings: Emetophobia Warning! description of nausea/vomit, anxiety, bit of angst but ends in fluff

word count: 2.0k

a/n: I tried to make this as close to my anxiety since I hadn’t known anyone with my kind of anxiety(symptom wise) until I was seventeen, which was a good ways into when I realized I had anxiety. So here is some nausea anxiety representation!

masterlist

You tap your fingers in a mindless rhythm. Alternating the fingers and repeating them back and forth, trying to make it a game, a challenge. You did this over and over again to distract yourself from that all too familiar sinking feeling. That feeling like your stomach has managed to twist and knot itself a million times. Each bump of the bus made acid crawl up your throat. You crunched a mint in your mouth hoping the peppermint would soothe some of the nausea. It didn’t, but the thought was there. You just will yourself not to throw up on the bus, anything but that. The thought in itself makes you even more nervous, and in turn even sicker.

You don’t even know why you are anxious. Today is Kuroo’s big game, but it isn’t yours. You’ve been to a hundred of his games before but never before did you feel like this. Normally you get cute little butterflies, not an angry swarm of bees. The worst part is, there is Kuroo sat next to you happy as can be, completely oblivious. He keeps trying to drag you into conversations but you fear if you open your mouth for too long, all that will come up is vomit. So you keep your mouth firmly closed only smiling tightly or shaking your head at his prompts.

It's not exactly his fault though. He doesn’t actually know you have anxiety. It’s not something you really like to talk about. You are all for promoting the acceptance of mental health but you just find every time you tell someone the dynamic changes. Either they flat out don’t believe you since you “don’t seem like the type with anxiety”. Well duh, I don’t have social anxiety, I have situational anxiety. Like here in this situation. That or they suddenly treat me like I am incapable of handling myself. That whenever a slightly stressful event comes up, I am going to melt into a puddle of pure anxiety. Sorry but I’ve made it this far, I may have to throw up a few times on the way but I am still making it. 

So you just haven’t told Kuroo. You're just nervous that it will change the dynamic. You also don’t want to steal his spotlight. Today is supposed to be all about him. It's his big game. To suddenly speak up and tell him that his game is giving you anxiety would be selfish. So like you always have, you put a brave face on and face it head-on.

“Hey, are you okay?” Kuroo asks you, now facing you, “You look a little pale.”

“Hmm?,” You also turn to look at him, “Oh I am just a bit tired that’s all. I will be fine in an hour or so.” You hope at least. He nods relieved it's not something worse. 

You finally pull into the stadium and everyone is pushing their way off the bus. Luckily Kuroo is right by you to make sure you don't get accidentally pushed down the bus stairs and trampled. The team makes it’s to the bulletin board where they are given their matchups. Nekoma is paired with a pretty hard team. Suddenly, out of nowhere, you dry heave. You knew at the point you were going to throw up and within the next few minutes. 

“Hey I think I left something in the bus I’ll be right back.” You say to Kuroo before dashing off. He goes to reply but you are already gone. 

You make it around the back of the building before you throw up. At this point you’re kinda out of it, your mind is occupied on emptying your already empty stomach. Then you feel someone pull your hair back and gently rub your back. You don’t even have to look up to know it’s Kuroo. When you finish he hands you his water bottle.  You waterfall it and rinse your mouth out of that acidic taste. 

“What’s going on are you okay?” Kuroo asks full of concern. You hesitate for a moment, thinking of telling the truth. Then you remember this is supposed to be his day. 

“Sorry I must have caught a stomach bug.” He doesn’t completely buy it so you quickly add to it.

“I didn't feel great on the bus but I just thought it was because I was tired.” You feel bad lying, “I also don’t want to distract you before your game.” At that Kuroo quickly pulls you into a hug, “Your not a distraction, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Your cheek is pressed against his chest and your hands grip the front of his shirt. 

“We should probably head back.” You mumble.

“Yeah.” He leans down to kiss you but you duck away. He looks incredibly offended and hurt at this.

“Dude I just threw up I don’t know if you want to do that.” 

“…Point.”

The two of you head back inside to the team, you feeling much better after throwing up. Before you know it, the competition has begun and Nekoma has won. You run down and celebrate with the team and it’s a happy day.

On the bus ride home Kuroo has a strange energy about him. Not like he’s mad more just like he’s just realized something. You nudge him and smile hoping to break him out of his little funk. He immediately smiles back and goes back to celebrating with the team. His reaction was almost like putting a mask on. You watch him for a moment before slipping into a conversation of your own.

When you make it back to school you go your separate ways. Him going to shower, and you to get home before it gets too late. A big hug before pushing away. You still refusing to kiss him after throwing up earlier in the day. 

You are laying on your bed, exhausted. Anxiety really takes a toll on your energy. Your thoughts are broken when your phone chimes with a text.  Leaning over to grab your phone off your bedside table you see it is from Kuroo. 

“Can you come over? I want to talk.”

No cute pet names. No slowly easing into it. Actually using proper grammar. Nothing in that message was a good sign. Just “I want to talk” was enough to make the acid begin to crawl again. You knew it had to be about today. Especially after you saw him zoning out on the bus. It had to be your anxiety episode. You knew he wouldn’t be happy you lied but going to this extent. Like he just found out you have anxiety and this is what he hits you with? The world’s most nerve-wracking text message. The only worse place than this would be “we need to talk”. That’s when you have really screwed up. So maybe you’ve only minorly screwed up since he said want not need. Does that mean you have the choice to say no? That was kind of tempting but you knew you would be tossing and turning all night thinking about what might be wrong. 

“Okay.” You reply to the text. Short and sweet. Putting on some shoes and grabbing a hoodie, you quietly slip out of your house. Kuroo’s house wasn’t too far but it was far enough. Enough to continue to stir in your intrusive and unstoppable thoughts. You eventually make it to his house and head in going straight for his room. Before you reach the door you hesitate and gather yourself. Preparing for whatever was about to come. 

When you go in you find Kuroo sat on the floor of his bedroom, back pressed against the bed. He jerkily looks up and you and gives you a tight smile. None of this is giving good signs. Something is very heavy on his mind. You sit down across from him, your back against the wall your feet almost touching. 

“So what was it you wanting to talk about.” You break the silence. He doesn’t respond for a moment. Just as you are about to try again he speaks up.

“Do you still love me?” Your face drops into confusion.

“Why wouldn’t I love you anymore?” You ask, suddenly realizing this wasn’t the conversation you were prepping yourself for. 

“You’ve been distant lately. You don’t tell me things like when you don’t feel good. I thought about it when I got home and I was wondering if you weren’t actually sick but just making the excuse because you got caught.” He’s very serious at the moment and his words hold a cold edge. 

“What do you mean get caught?” You match his tone. You weren’t planning on fighting but something about how he said it just set something off in you.

“You didn’t want to be there. Ever since this morning you were quiet and reserved. Even after the game, you wouldn’t even kiss me-”

“Yeah, cause I threw up! And how could I be faking it when I literally threw up.” You snap.

“You’ve been like this before though! Like last year’s big tournament you would barely talk to me.”

“That’s not true!” Although it kind of was just not the reason he thought.

“Oh yeah? What about at training camp you wouldn’t talk to me then either, you didn’t even eat with us you just sat on your own.” He threw back.

“Yeah, cause I have anxiety!” The words left your mouth before you knew it. Kuroo looked taken back.

“What?” His brow furrows, “Since when?” He’s not sure what to believe. You’re not surprised since you have worked very hard to hide it from everyone, accidentally sabotaging your own relationship without even knowing it. 

“Since forever. I just never told anyone.” You quietly say, ducking your head down.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You didn’t even need to look up to see the hurt on his face, it was apparent in his voice. You start playing with your finger, tapping them in rhythms.

“I wanted to,” You mumble, “But whenever I do stuff changes and I didn’t want anything to change.” He shifts forward and you think he’s going to leave. Instead, he grabs your hands, stopping the pattern you had going. You look up.

“Did you think I would judge you?” He was staring straight into you, willing the truth to come out.

“Whenever I tell people they either don’t believe me and brush it off or treat me like I’m incapable of handling any amount of stress. I’ve never seen anyone react any differently so I was scared you would fall into one of those reactions and I didn’t know how I could handle that. I didn’t want my anxiety to be the thing to tear us apart. But I guess it still was.” By the end of your speech, your gaze has returned back to the floor, unable to hold eye contact for that long with him staring at you so strongly. You hear him sigh then you are pulled forward and into his arms. 

“I want to be your pillar of support. I want to be that third reaction that is one of acceptance, one that doesn’t drive you crazy.” He strokes your hair soothingly, his words making you tear up, “When you are ready I want you to tell me everything. From when you first noticed it, to where it is now, to how you deal with it, everything.” By now you are fully crying, absolutely collapsed into his chest. “I love you so much.” It gets muffled in his shirt but he hears it.

“I know, and I love you.”

It would take some time for Kuroo to get used to this change but slowly but surely he will be different from the rest and he will support you no matter what. Although he also respects your strength and knows you can handle your anxiety on your own, he is always there when you need it. He becomes the third unexpected and unheard-of reaction; acceptance.

[misora-msby]

embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together. 

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying! 

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!” 

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better 

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u 

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO 

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?” 

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie 

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he 

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side. 

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.” 

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit 

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.” 

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.” 

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording