#imma just put this in the tag for later

[rvlyrik]

Saw these pendants in Tallinn and I was reminded of AuraStone, so yeah haha

oooh these pendants look noice...

i might have to save these for referencing later if i manage to get back to the AuraStone grind!

[reraen]

was thinking abt putting what I'm cooking in the main tags but my brain tased me going 'bish don't push ur luck'

[dawnleaf37]

Look . The Cracks form further apart . Do you not get it ? Every Positive Interaction Will Be Countered By A Negative One , In Time. No Life Swings So Joyously and then Lives. These things will end some day . this will end on some day . look at me

[azzibueckers5]

um so i’ve read iwkpa like 4 separate times do u have any recs so i don’t lose my mind while waiting for u to drop smth else

ohhhhhh yes lemme put a quck list tg off the top of my head!! i am prob forgetting some but i'll come back and add to this later. going to #complain for a sec but reading fics on tumblr makes them really hard to keep track of (if only there was a website specifically designed to tag and bookmark fics!!! 😶) so i knowww there's ones i'm missing but i did my best:

for completed fics & oneshots! literally everything by all of these authors:

@loeysoi especiallyyy thinking of you (i reread it too often ngl) oh wait and imma link who's calling that shit bc its perfect and lyra won't put in on her master list even though she absolutely should <3

@luvergirl-535 like seriously. all of it. but my favorites are that's so true and don't need to breathe

@hcneymooners every time i read something of hers i have to take a second to absorb all of her words because every single one is chosen so carefully and beautifully (her wnba!pazzi is my favorite)

@azzibuckets i don't even know what to link because all of it is perfect but i most recently read this and it was a delight, obviously

@imaginespazzi ugh, again, all of it, but in between shades of blue is my absolute favorite. love besties who engage in psychological warfare bc they're in love <3 also golden hour bc of course.

@basketball-lesbians literally the smut goat. ummm just read stiff and ease. thank me later

@pbaz7 duhhhh! really loved heat check and drunk confession

okay and then i don't often read wips but here are the one's i've broken that rule for:

@loeysoi's weren't we the salt in the sea? (lyra if you're reading this i will pay you to update it) @luvergirl-535's something like love (it's on hiatus but it's so good im linking it anyways) @pbaz7's soft spot @azzibuckets's worth the wait

ok that's all i can think of off the top of my head but i'm sureeeee i'm missing some so i will add to this!

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

just discovered ur no doubt series and fell in love!! I LOVE the way you write 🙂‍↕️ are we going to see him propose?

HIII thank youuuu i'm so glad you're enjoying it 🥺🫶🏻 and ...do we WANT TO SEE HIM PROPOSE??? i meannn your wish is my command hehe..and plus no doubt!jakey is ALWAYS talking about marrying yn soooo...here's how i see it lolol imma take this casually :)

──── NO DOUBT!JAKE PROPOSAL 💍🤍🕊️ ↳ requested // part of the no doubt series !

- literally out of panic, no plan, no set up - it's soo jakeyn though, just you two─ - it would definitely be a lot later in their relationship..like at least two /three years in? idk what's 'average' nowadays but knowing jake and his simp™ ways, it'd probably be as early as he can (in still a realistic, timely manner, ofc) he just wants to LOCK YOU IN. ASAP. - you two are probably sitting on the living room floor folding laundry. - you both have face sheet masks on, your hair is still damp, all wrapped up in a towel - there's leftover take out on the coffee table and some variety tv show playing on the tv that you're laughing hysterically like an insane person at - and jake is just . - in awe. - and out of no where─ - 'marry me.' - and you look at him with that face you make everytime he says this - (because it's a lot of times) - and he would usually say it like 'i can't wait to marry you' or 'i'm gonna marry you one day' or 'you know i'm gonna marry you, right?' - but never straight up, 'marry me.' - that's new. - so you put down the sock in your hand and lift a brow and you're like 'is this one of those times you're saying you want to marry me again? like this morning because i made you those breakfast pancakes you like?' - and jake is just─first of all, shocked that he said it in the first place because . it just slipped out without thinking - and second of all, he figures─well screw it. i guess there's no better timing than the present right? - so without a word, he just stares at you, wide-eyed, then shakes his head violently, scrambles onto his feet, and sticks his arm right into the deep depth of your couch cushions. - and pulls out a ring box. - and your jaw drops. - your eyes match his own wide ones. - you too are scrambling up to your feet and you look at the ring box in his hand. - then at him. - then at the ring box. - then at him but this time─ - he's on one knee. - 'oh my god.' - 'oh my god, i can't believe im doing this now.' - 'i cant believe you've been hiding a ring inside our couch.' - 'yeah, i didn't know where else to put it, you're kinda really good at ruining all my surpri─okay wait. im getting distracted.' - you're giggling, crouching down to meet the love of your life, one hand cupping his cheek, the other gently going to help him open the box. - you look and the ring, then back at him, and─ - 'wait i havent' even said anything yet, are you already crying?' - 'oh my god, jake hurry up or i'm gonna sob through this entire proposal.' - a couple cracked voices, sobs, & face sheets fallen off your faces later... - you say yes - of course .

no doubt m. list

tag list pt 1!:

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[writing-mlm]

DR ROBBY FLUFF W A SWAGGY TBOY READER ,,, PLs ?! (im not sure if ur down w tboy but just straight up male reader is also good too!!! ))

Six more weeks

Summary: You’re set to work again but a certain bee issue adds to your medical leave— according to Dr Robby. You have a different opinion. Pairing: Dr. Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch x Transmale!Reader Word Count: 2.2k Warnings/Tags: medical terms that I probably got wrong, reader gets hurt but not majorly, s1 spoilers, sexual talks, old man yaoi, I wrote this in one night, not explicitly said to be trans but reader is coming off of medical leave after having top surgery A/N: trans!readers are always welcome, fork found in kitchen fr

You hate bees, you hate the way they buzz around, and how your skin gets prickly when they’re around. There’s just something about bees that you can’t bring yourself to like— but it’s still save the motherfucking bees. 

It’s nearly the last day of your medical leave, you still haven’t been cleared by your doctor to lift items above your head or carry anything heavy… but you don’t know any cruelty free Pittsburg Bee removers and Google said it was safe to remove them if you found the queen and moved her to a different spot. Preferably off of the parking lot's ceiling. 

You ought to be ashamed of yourself, after criticizing Google disciples at work just to become one, as you prop up a step stool so you could reach the panel the bees had made into their hive. Leave it to the experts, that’s your motto, and yet, the irony wasn’t beyond you as you crashed down and fell on your arm. 

Your neighbors, two elderly women on their morning walk, happen to walk by at the same time as the crash. Hearing the unmistakable sound of your shoulder dislocating, followed by the painful sound of skull meeting concrete, they rush to call 911. You know the older one, Gale, is no stranger to their number. It’s the reason why she loves having you as her neighbor, you’re a built-in hospital. 

With minimal pushback, you’re put in the back of the ambulance thirty minutes later. 

Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center isn’t your first option for a hospital to take care of you, but the EMT is worried you’ve gotten a concussion or fractured some bone, so you’re sent there. You know better than to argue with them and let yourself get wheeled inside. 

Closing your eyes as you pass by the sliding doors, you can already see the nurses snickering at the sight of you. 

“Male, thirty-seven, fell off of a ladder and dislocated his shoulder and hit his head. He was bleeding, but it stopped,” The EMT says as you’re greeted by Collin’s and some new kids. This is one hell of a first impression. 

“If you wanted to come back to work so soon, you could’ve just called.” Langdon muses as he joins Collin’s side, he’s not missing the chance to mess with you, and you’re so going to give him horrible shifts once this is over. 

“Shut up,” You whine, swatting his hand away. “You’re gonna get a negative patient review.” He replies with a dry laugh.

“Hopefully, I’ll get a good one?” Smiling, you turn your head to look at Robby as he walks over, putting a pair of gloves on. 

“Oh, baby, you’ll get all five stars. Wouldn’t recommend you to anyone else though,” You wink and he shakes his head, helping the residents park the gurney. “Imma need you all to myself.”

“Ignore them,” Collins warns the residents as she’s walking away. “He’s going to flirt Robby’s head off before you can take his blood.”

“And I really don’t need my blood drawn,” You tell them. “Minor fall, glenohumeral joint dislocation— posterior dislocation at that. I scratched my head on the concrete, disinfected it in the ambulance, and it hardly touched my dermis. I’m not—“

“So, this is Doctor (Y/n) (L/n),” Robby cuts you off with a pointed look as he touches your shoulder. You wince and jerk away, eyeing him. “He’s another attending that you’ll follow. You were supposed to meet him tomorrow, but I guess this is fine too. This is Whitaker MS4, Santos R2, and Javadi MS3.” Each one of them waves as their names are said.

“Nice to meet you guys,” You grin at them. “I’ll just pop my shoulder into place and see you guys tomorrow. Open up a bed, the Pitt is already crowded.” Sitting up, you’re pushed back down, and Robby has Whitaker put a cuff on your good arm. 

“Don’t let Gloria hear you say that,” He sings before turning to the resident and interns. “He’s a prime example of why doctors are our worst patients. Start the questioning and then head up to get CT, I bumped you to next in line. I’ll be back to help you put the shoulder back in place. Do not let him do it himself,” He pushes the door open and walks a step out before looking back inside. “And someone needs to keep an eye on him. He’s sneaky,”

“You’re acting like I’m a criminal!” You shout after him. Dropping your head back down to the pillow, you watch Javadi as she stumbles over the required questions. “Ugh, you guys are adorable. Giving me palpitations— not literally,” You quickly say when Whitaker goes to note that in your chart. 

—

“Who do you think is the top?” Santos grins as she and Whitaker watch Robby head back into your room for the third time in an hour. She’s helping him with his nail after it got flattened by one of the elderly patients. 

“The what?” He blinks over from the TV, showing the patients to her. She groans as she grabs a needle. 

“Y’know, the top? The one who puts it in the other,” She whispers and gives him a look when she’s still confused. “With Dr. Robby and Dr. (L/n)?” 

“Oh,” He looks over at your room and inhales. “I uh… should we be discussing this about our bosses?” He whispers, eyes darting around the room as if someone was going to talk up to them and fire them. That would be humiliating, though. Fired on day one. 

“You’re so boring, Huckleberry,” She stabs his nail with enough force to scare him, but not enough that she would go past the nail bed. “I think it’s Dr. (L/n),”

“Really?” McKay props her elbows up on the counter, startling the two of them. “I always thought it was Robby. You should’ve seen them when (L/n) had to leave for his surgery. He was a wreck.” Santos chuckles and shakes her head, looking back at the room. The curtain is still open, so they can see Robby laughing as you continue to flirt with him. He pushes your head before turning around, catching their eyes almost immediately. The three quickly turn around, sharing startled glances. 

“Busted,” Princess giggles into her coffee cup. 

—

“Mhmm, and were you cleared to be lifting your arms that high?” Robby asks as he has you sit forward. Your shirt is off, and his fingers are gently finding the bone and the socket. You mess with your borrowed pajamas, he’s yet to comment on, holding back the urge to shrug. 

“I took my professional opinion and cleared myself,” You offer up. Robby takes a step back to give you a disapproving look, and you chuckle. Looking at Mel, you see her eyes keep dipping towards your scars. They’re freshly healed, so they look a little raw. Not to mention, these bright lights are not working wonders on you. 

“And why don’t we do that, Dr. King?” He steps back, placing one of his hands on your shoulder and the other on your back. She goes to answer, but you shake your head, letting her know it was a rhetorical question.

“You can’t, I ca— mother fucker!” You shout as he pushes your arm back into place. He chuckles as you glare up at him. “I’m gonna need a kiss to make it feel better.” Pursing your lips, you gasp as he pushes your face away. 

“That’s highly inappropriate, you’re my patient.” He shakes his head before looking at the embarrassed Mel. “Why don’t you check to see if Langdon needs help?” She nods and quickly leaves, gently shutting the door behind her. Robby looks down at you and quickly leans down. 

With your good arm, you hold his face and trace his beard as he kisses you. It’s a short one, he’s still at work, and it’s nearly that time when there’s a small rush of nursing home patients getting sent in. 

“And I trust that you do know the proper care for your shoulder?” He asks as he pulls away, slowly opening his eyes. They flicker between your lips and your eyes as you nod, still chasing his lips. 

“No strenuous activity, no exercises like pull-ups, rows, or arm raises, no lifting heavy objects— basically what I've been doing for the past six weeks already.”

“Yup,” He nods, removing his gloves. “Now add another six weeks because you didn’t want to call a professional.” Carefully, he helps you put your arm into a navy blue sling. 

“I am a professional,” Leaning up, you move your legs off of the bed. “Have I ever told you that you look hot with those glasses?”

“You’re a medical professional, not a beekeeper. And stay seated. We’re still waiting on your CTs.” He pushes you down. “And you have.”

“So, I should wait in the waiting area?” You offer, pointing your thumb behind you. 

“You kidding me?” He laughs, crossing his arms. “You’ll just leave, no, your ass is staying parked in that bed—“

“It could be parked on your—“

“Dr. Robby?” Mohan enters the room before you can finish. “Oh, hello, Dr. (L/n),” She smiles. Of course, she heard you were here, but it hadn’t clicked that Robby is breaking his rule of keeping his talks with patients to a minimum for you. 

“Hi, Dr. Mohan. Tell Robby I should be free to go,” 

“I…uh…” Her eyes quickly dart to Robby, who shakes his head, his arms still crossed. “You’re needed, Otis is crashing.” He leaves, and you whistle as he walks away. 

“Love watching you leave!” You call, smiling as the chorus of laughter fills the area. 

“He should file a complaint against you,” Langdon laughs as he walks past your room. 

“You’re gonna be on bedpan duty when I get back, Langdon!” You shout, and he groans while the others laugh again.

—

“Alright, you’re cleared to go,” Robby explains, pulling up a seat next to you. “Fill out your discharge paperwork and go home.” Taking the clipboard and pen, you make it a point to pretend it’s a strenuous task with exaggerated groans and dropping your arm to the side. 

“If only there was a sexy, amazing, wonderful doctor who could help me fill out my discharge paperwork.” You sigh, dramatically turning your head away from him. Hearing him inhale, you flip over and watch as he leans in closer and holds the clipboard for you. 

“You’re ridiculous,” He mutters, looking over at you. Glancing at him, you lean in for a quick kiss on his beard before finishing up. He checks over the paperwork before nodding. Silently, he is thankful that you’re here. It’s been a… not so great shift. 

“I’m the most serious doctor here, just ask Abbott.” Standing up, you grab your shirt and then look at him. “Doc, I need help putting my shirt on.” He laughs and stands up, grabbing the fabric from your hands, and turns you to face him. “I think you’re right, I gotta me extra careful,” 

“I’m always right,” He nods, slipping your bad arm into your shirt before putting the rest of it on you. Turning around, he taps your butt to hurry you along. 

“Squeeze it next time, Mich. Imma leave through the ambulance bay,”

“I’ll see you out,” He offers, and you nod, the two of you walking in tandem. 

“Hope you’re better at security,” Dana tells the security guard as she’s having a smoke break. 

“Hey, now you’re just being mean,” 

“You realize that this is the second person to accuse you of that today,” Robby tells her. “You starting to see a pattern?”

“No. But I am starting to see why Gloria’s unhappy with your patient-satisfaction scores.” Sitting on the edge of the plants, you watch the two of them as they talk. You’ve been acutely aware that things have been going on throughout the day, but you notice the black eye on her and realize she’s gotten punched. You’d assumed she got spit on, maybe peed, but, yeah, you’d need a smoke break too. 

Their phones start buzzing at the same time— never a good sign, so you lean forward. 

“Code triage. Multiple GSWs. There’s an active shooter at Pittfest.” Dana relays. 

“Jake and his girlfriend are there,” 

Standing up, they head back inside with Robby telling you to go home. Once they’re inside, you follow and grab ahold of Donnie. She helps you change into your scrubs, and you grab a stethoscope and wash your hands before heading back to the main area.  

“Except the worst,” He tells McKay as you head back out. He looks over the group before his eyes land on you. “No, absolutely not, go home.” He demands. 

“No, we’re already understaffed.” Shaking your head, he sharply inhales. “I won’t lift my arm, and I’ll keep to stable patients.”

“Fine—fine,” Shaking his head, Robby explains protocol before he pulls you to the side. 

“Baby, I’m fine.” You quickly say. 

“Your shoulder was just dislocated. Your pain meds are about to wear off. This isn’t the place for you to be.” 

“Langdon is gone, Collin’s is gone. I’m taking at least five patients off of everyone’s hands. That’s leaving room for more urgent people. I am staying,” Grabbing your face, he inhales before kissing your forehead. “Thank you, Michael.”

“I want you on Primary Triage and then non-critical.”

“Okay, I can do that.” You nod. 

“I know you can. Let’s go.”

[bengals-barnesbabe]

California Love

A Tee Higgins Social Media AU

☀️: Coco Jones FC, Offseason Training, Car Shows, & Pool Dates

TW: 18+| language. (Don’t like it, don’t read it)

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Thursday, Feb 20th

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influencerbabe 💭 bout to go see my man😆 how’s the fit lookin’

21.2k comments ✎

bengalsfan01: ohhh to be tee rn🥵

babefan03: ur stunningggg babe

bengals: gorg❤️

teehiggins: stop takin pics and bring yo fine ass outside😉

⇢ influencerbabe replied: okayyyy🤭

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Friday, Feb 21st

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teehiggins 💭 work hard no matter where

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bengals: elite mentality

trainer: same time tmr?

⇢ teehiggins replied: HELL nah

influencerbabe: hey trainer, don't tire him out too much 😇

⇢ teehiggins replied: who said i was tired 😉

bengalsfan23: why can't i catch my breath

⇢ influencerbabe replied: you and me both, we should sue😤

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influencerbabe updated their story!

put me in coach😘 | 85.9k views

teehiggins commented: you aint coming out til I'm done with you 😈

Sunday, Feb 23rd

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teehiggins 💭 date night with the one that matters most

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influencerbabe: butter me up like some biscuits fine ass🥰

⇢ teehiggins replied: yk i like to eat🧈 😁

⇢ bengalsfan04 replied: oh that’s hot

bengals: a man with priorities 🔥

hisfriends: we get next😎

lacarguy: looking forward to meeting you 🐅

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Tuesday, Feb 25th

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influencerbabe 💭 this is not what i meant when I said I wanted be like fast n furious😒

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teehiggins: whatchu meannnn😁

urfriend: you should’ve specified the boring parts of the movies

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bengalsfan63: I don’t think teehiggins thought about where this was going influencerbabe

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teehiggins commented: WHERE'D YOU GO

teehiggins commented: SHIT AINT FUNNY BAE ♥︎ you liked

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teehiggins 💭 got me drivin in circles

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influencerbabe: 🍱🤐

⇢ teehiggins replied: baby istg🤦🏾‍♂️

friend: man forgot to feed his girl, major L

⇢ teehiggins replied: stfu at least I got a girl

bengalsfan29: I feel like a drive with you could cure depression

⇢ influencerbabe replied: more like cause boredom

⇢ teehiggins replied: it was one time😒

bengalsfan05: not him pissing off his girl multiple times in one post😂

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teehiggins commented: raw fish aint worth all that, not that I'm complaining

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Wednesday, Feb 26

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teehiggins 💭 my beautiful cali gurl

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influencerbabe: I knew you'd pick the one pic I wasn't ready for smh

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bengalsfan98: FAV COUPLE

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A/N: dividers made by @saradika-graphics and fic style inspired by @burreauxsss ngl this is much more effort than using my app, kudos to you, L😅

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

so many thoughts about mirror stan from another ask

cause like when bill shatters the mirror stan is, there is a non 0 chance that in some universe its NOT a way to break curses...

what happens then? does stan get his soul shattered? or does he get stuck in a crammed mirror shard? if he "dies" or something like that, how long will it take for ford to find out?

he'd probably learn from the mailbox, and then by then what? would it be complicated frankenstan or like adventure to rescue stan or complicated spell crafting or just endless guilt? cause there is additional guilt of it, he had the mirror guy around forever, trapped him in a mirror for a while too, and not once tried to help. even if it wasnt stan it was cruel, and also he SHOULD have known its stan, what brother doesnt recognize his brother when he is turned in a shadow mirror creature that is in no way recognizable. shouldve locked in or soemthing

and on recovery, cauae i didnt miss them tags, rip to stan cause now in adition to fear of heights and small spaces, bro got fear of darkness too

lmao imma stop but like you get me its interesting

In a world where Bill shattering the mirror doesn't break the curse then Stan is for sure stuck in one of the mirror fragments. If Bill managed to break the mirror to the point where none of it could be used as a reflection and Stan's not able to jump to another reflective surface he's not so much 'dead' as 'lost in the mirror realm forever', stuck in the dark as his window to the 'real' world was destroyed.

Its worse than being covered, because at least then there was the possibility of one day being uncovered, now he's just in pitch black, reflecting nothing and so nowhere.

In which case Ford wakes up, is devastated at the loss of another 'person' he hurt, and gets more determined to combat Bill. Then gets slammed with the mail box telling him Stan's stuck in the mirror dimension because he was stuck in a mirror when it got broken. Doesn't take a genius to put two and two together, and now its magic ritual time to try and find Stan and pull him out or at least put him in a reflective surface for later retrieval.

And the entire time Ford is just wracked with guilt. He should have known the shadow that talked with garbled speech and didn't look like anyone was his brother! How could he have missed it (even though Stan had no defining features and was talking backwards)! And he let Bill and Fiddleford talk him into trapping Stan in a mirror! Another failure on Fords part, not trusting himself and this time there's no one to blame but him if Stan's lost forever.

Then Ford figures out a way to get into the area Stan was at when the mirror he was in was broken, puts a new mirror there, then does some mirror dimension summoning ritual that under normal circumstances would summon some kind of horrible mirror monster but instead get Stan since Stan was still there, just not reflected.

Now Stan's even more terrified of the dark! Huzzah! Probably somewhat catatonic from the whole experience and definitely not in any kind of state to take a book anywhere. Just needs a hot cocoa and a blanket and a window to look out at everything while every door is open and he can marvel at looking at other places without having to jump into other mirrors to get to them.

[pyozha]

I must apologise - yuji x f!reader

chapter two - base down low

masterlist

Yuji pov:

“Hey man Imma head out for a bit. Gotta catch a game with Inumaki so I would appreciate if you took out the trash this time” Yuji stands in the doorway of Megumis room while holding his playstation controller, wearing just the most comfortable ‘staying at home’ outfit you can think of.

Megumi, laying on his bed while reading some existential literature, rolls his eyes already irritated by those two sentences coming from Yuji. “I took out the trash for you two times in a row you can’t keep using fortnite as an excuse-“ Megumi didn’t have the chance to finish before Yuji chimed in“thanks dude I’ll see you later now, love ya!” He gives him a thumbs up and a dorky smile making his way out of their apartment. He didn’t even listen to a word Megumi was trying to tell him. You can say that Yuji loves to tick off Megumi just because he can.

Making his way from down the 3rd floors hallway, just after 6 apartments he reaches his destination. He stands right in front of his friends door and knocks 3 times just fast enough. Right as the door was opening Yuji was in the midway of saying something diabolical but froze when he saw it wasn’t his friend Toge who opened the door.

“Yeah?” y/n stood with half of her body visible behind the door. For just a moment Yuji thought he approached the wrong apartment, but through the girls messy hair covering her face just slightly, he recognised it was y/n.

“Oh uh hi! Is Inumaki home?” Yuji asks a bit flustered as he didn’t even listen not expect to see her of all people greet him while he was dressed like a dumpster bag.

“Yeah, he’s in his room. You want me to go get him?” She opens the door wider revealing a bit more of her small frame.

Yuji shook his head. “No it’s okay, I’m just coming over to play some fortnite…” he mumbled the last part. Yuji was never good when talking to girls. Not pretty ones to be exact.

“Oh you’re Itadori right?” y/n spoke up comfortably opening the door now, more comfortable that the man standing infront of her door wasn’t some freak about to beg to be stepped on by bare feet. (happened twice to her in the last 3 months).

“Uh yeah. We’re classmates” Yuji sounded unsure. He felt like an idiot for being so awkward and the conversation has only started.

“Yeah I know. You’re Nobaras roommate” y/n spoke with a slight grin. Yuji could only respond with an uncomfortable chuckle. Nobara had a big mouth and god knows what she has shared with y/n.

Right then Toge appeared behind y/n shoving her to the side a tad bit too rough. “Hey man she isn’t interested in your nasty fantasies-“ Toge cut himself off as the sight over y/ns back becomes clear. Indeed it wasn’t the mysterious lunatic instead it was his unhinged friend with an indescribable face expression, almost looking offended yet more confused.

“Ah Yuji! Get in I just set up the game” Toge points to his room nonchalantly completely disregarding what he said earlier.

Yuji was a bit lost looking at y/n for some sort of context while following Toge slowly to his room but she just smiled like she had no idea.

☆ I hope you understood that the messages are from Yujis pov 🙈

☆ y/n thinks Yuji is such a loser but in a cute way lmao

☆ even if she has seen him shove down 10 shots at once down his throat at a party last semester her mind can’t put two and two together

☆she literally thought he had a twin brother or something for the longest time

☆nobara has definitely shared everything to the last detail to y/n about yuji

☆nobara is a shit talker 24/7 its a ‘I yap and you yap with me’ type of friendship

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get it together | s.sikoa

summary ⇢ emelie wants to work it out, she love's sefa too much to give up, but he needs to meet her hallway. word count ⇢ 2.1k tags ⇢ minors, do not interact. angst(kinda) and explicit language. author’s corner ⇢ thank u for the request, @bratzzzdoll this was an absolute thrill to write and hope you like it! x "i don't really wanna stay, i don't really wanna go."

Emelie brushes her hair into a neat ponytail. She stares into her vanity for a long moment, takes in her facial features then gently brushes under her eyes and takes a deep breath. Emelie feels tired, she looks tired, but she presents a front to the world where everything is perfect. There was a time when everything felt perfect, but perfect doesn’t exist in this life.

Downstairs, Emelie stands in the kitchen, prepping dinner. Cooking is her safe space and anytime she needs a moment to herself, she can’t help but cook a random meal she found online or bake so many sweets she’d have to ask her friends to come over and take them before she eats it all.

The house is quieter than usual, deciding against playing music tonight so she can be fully alone with her thoughts.

Sefa should’ve been home by now, but as of late, he’s come home later and later.

What has become of their relationship? There used to be a time when he’d be home the second he was done with training or with work. He’d burst through the door and wrap his arms around her and smother her in kisses then they’d eat dinner on the couch. Yet, now, he’d stay out late with his friends and she’d barely get a kiss.

They’re complacent.

Several years down in their relationship, nothing is progressing past the point of being boyfriend and girlfriend. They don’t officially live together, there’s no talk about the future and what’s to come.

Emelie gets it, truly, she gets it. WWE is demanding and he has relationships to foster through that tight schedule, but she’s taken the back seat in his life — on the totem pole, she’s found herself at the bottom.

How do they reconcile this?

“Emz?” His voice reverberates through the house.

“In the kitchen,” Emelie shouts as she moves to a different sauce pan. She hears the kitchen door open. “Hey, baby.”

Sefa peeks over her shoulder at the food, “I’ve had a long day.” He groans.

“Oh? What happened?” Emilie focuses on the fish she’s cooking.

Without a kiss, or acknowledging her, Sefa goes on to complain about his training and the myriad of other issues with his upcoming storyline. There’s a point where Emilie zones out, looking up and out of the window at the sink.

“I’m sorry it was so bad,” Emelie rubs his shoulder and sets his dinner in front of him. “Want a drink?”

“Nah, actually, Imma go shower and put the game on.”

Emelie watched him stand from the table with his plate and walk away. She takes a step forward then immediately stops. For a moment a pang hits her chest and she wants to say something, but instead she goes to finish the dishes in the sink. Her hands work roughly on the pans as her breathing quickens. She wants to kick, scream, and cry for him to see how she feels.

The simplest route is the hardest one and it rings in her ear: Emelie just leave.

She loves Sefa more than anything. They’ve gone through so much together, they’ve been through rough patches and those were easier than the pain she’s suffering now. This isn’t the love they’ve grown through the years. It makes her question whether or not there’s someone else.

“There’s no one else.” Emelie says aloud and drops the pan in the sick. The thought shocks her. It wasn’t a safe or healthy thing to ponder. She knows deep down in her heart that Sefa wouldn’t do that.

After setting the pans to dry and cleaning up, Emelie walks into the living room to see him in front of the TV. Sefa glances back at her then goes back to the TV. She stops behind the sofa and clocks the plate still filled with food.

“You not hungry, Sefa?” Emelie questions softly.

“Nah, I had dinner with the twins earlier.”

Emelie waits for a moment, waits to see if he’ll say anything else, but continues up towards the stairs where her purse sits in the first step. If she didn’t go home tonight, she’d lose her mind. Emelie ponders on it but goes up the stairs. She doesn’t want to leave, but she needs to leave… no, she doesn’t want to leave.

In the bedroom, she stares into the mirror and decides she needs to make a point. If she doesn’t go home, Sefa will think this is okay.

“Emelie?” Sefa clears his throat as he watches her put her jacket on downstairs. “Where you goin’?”

“I’m going home.” She speaks softly while tying her shoelaces. “I need to go home.”

Sefa stands up, “Emz, what’s going on?”

Emelie whips towards him, “Get it together, Sefa, I need to go and if it’s forever is up to you.”

A quick escape is nearly impossible when he rushes in front of her. Emelie stares at him, but it’s not a look filled with anger, it’s one of sadness. She doesn’t want to do this, but her back is against a wall.

“Emelie, baby, talk to me.” Sefa holds her cheeks in the palms of his hand. “What’s going”

“Why do you treat me the way that you, Sefa, we’ve been dating for almost five years and you treat me like I’m a house lady that takes over your space when you’re here. You don’t even come home and kiss me and spend time with me anymore.” Emelie looks down to keep the tears at bay. “And now I’m begging you—”

Sefa wipes a tear off her cheek, “Baby, I’m so sorry that I’ve made you feel like that.” He whispers softly and pulls her against his chest. “Please don’t leave, Emz.”

Emelie shuts her eyes for a second, “I just need to go home for the night, Sefa, I need a second.”

“i’m fed up with you not being here with me”

Her house feels colder. Emelie, for the past three years, spent most of her time at Sefa’s house. It was just easier for them to be there. She lived almost an hour away and her job was the midpoint. It was a convenient thing —but he never truly asked her to move it, so much so that she had to pack her bags for weeks at a time. Yet, the past three hours in her own home makes her slightly uncomfortable.

Emelie sits on the edge of her bed on her phone. She sighs at a text message from Sefa. She’s not going to break up with, she loves him too much for that, but Emelie just wants him to understand that there needs to be something more.

The text message makes her smile softly.

sefa: emz, i love you so much and im sorry i haven’t made you feel like i do. but baby, you the love of my life and i promise you’ll never question it ever it again. okay? can you please come home?

Emelie sighs. A second message makes her get out of bed.

sefa: emelie, will you come home? come open the door.

A silly look passes on her face as she makes her way to her front door. She opens it slowly. Sefa stands there with a bowl. He opens it slowly and Emelie can’t help but laugh softly. In the bowl is what looks like some semblance of food, but she’s not sure what.

“I cooked you dinner, and I’m hopin’ we can eat it at home together.” Sefa gives her a sincere grin. “Emelie, forgive me baby and I’ll never take you for granted ever again.”

Emelie stares at him for a second and nods. “I forgive you, baby,”

Sefa sets the bowl down then pulls Emelie into him and plants a soft kiss on her lips. She melts into him and smiles until they pull away.

“I know this is a couple years overdue, but Emz, I want you to move in. I want you to feel comfortable. It’s always been our home and you should feel like it is.” Sefa moves her hair out of her face. “Is it a yes?”

“I just want us to have better communication,” Emelie searches his eyes. “But yes, I’ll move in with you, baby.” She smiles brightly, jumping into his arms.

“You know love is all I need”

Emelie stares into the mirror as she nitpicks her outfit. She spent over an hour trying to figure out what to wear until she landed on a little red dress Sefa bought for her years ago, she paired it with the highest heels she owns, and allowed her curls to fan out over her shoulder. Emelie smiles into the mirror. In all honesty, Sefa hinted at wanting to see her in the outfit tonight, so she obliged.

“Good enough to fuck,” she laughs at herself.

Since moving in, things have been… a work in progress. Things don’t change overnight, but Sefa is better at his communication and it’s made things easier to work on. Most days are easier than others, but five years makes you immune sometimes.

Tonight, Emelie decided to surprise him. In her sexiest outfit, she made his favorite meal, his second favorite dessert and kept his favorite dessert (her), ready to go.

Yet, the clock reads 10 and Emelie finds herself sitting alone at the dinner table. She looks down at her phone with a deep breath. She opens her text messages and sends him one message.

Emelie: hey baby, you coming home soon?

… then another fifteen minutes later.

Emelie: hey, are you okay?

… and another.

Emelie: Sefa. Just let me know you’re alive and safe.

Once the clock reads 11:45, Emelie is past the point of anger. He was supposed to be home at 8:30. She glances at her phone when he finally texts back and her jaw drops.

Sefa: damn emzzz, im otw

A ticking time bomb activates inside of her. She pushes her chair back and grabs the plates of food from the table. Emelie practically kicks down the door of the kitchen and marches to the trash can. Through the anger, she drops the food and the plates into the trash.

“He really must have me fucked up.” She grits.

Emelie paces the kitchen in hopes to calm herself down. Finally, she takes a massive breath and exits the kitchen in time to see Sefa walk through the door. Her eyes zeros in on him and he can see the anger in them.

“Baby, please, just come here.” He immediately runs towards and takes her hand. “Emz, lemme explain and I swear it’ll make sense.”

She doesn’t respond. Emelie can’t find a word to describe her anger nor her disappointment. Everything has been going so good and he goes and fucks it up like this.

“First of all, I’m sorry I ain’t text back or called before.” He cups her face. “I’m sorry about the dinner I know you cooked for us.” Sefa glances back at the table.

Emelie pouts softly as she feels the tears coming, “Sefa, what the fuck is up with you?”

“Baby, just come with me and I’ll show you.”

As hesitant as Emelie was, she followed him out to his car. It wasn’t too long of a drive and confusion knits on her face when they pull into a neighborhood. The houses are extravagant, not that Sefa’s house wasn’t already insane, but these were just insane!

Sefa opens the passenger side door and helps Emelie out.

“What are we doin’ here?” Emelie looks at him. “Whose fucking house is this?”

A look passes on Sefa’s face. He stares at Emelie then smiles, “This our house, baby.”

Emelie doesn’t move and she doesn’t say a word. Her mouth hangs open as she turns to look at it. It’s a house out of her pinterest board dreams.

“You’re fucking lying,” Emelie gasps and walks up to him. “You’re lying, is the bitch you’re fucking living here?” She jokes.

“Baby, the only person I’m fucking is you, and we live here.”

It was all too much. Emelie pulls him closer and crashes her lips onto his. The tears that were at bay earlier fall like a waterfall onto her cheek. Sefa hugs her waist tightly and hums.

“I know I’m not the easiest to love, Emelie, but you deserve this and more.” He peers into her eyes whilst holding her up. “I love you.”

Emelie rubs her nose against his, “I’ll always love, Sefa, no matter what.”

“Wanna go see inside?” Sefa whispers against her lips. “I think you gonna like the bedroom.”

Emelie bites her lip, “Of course.”

this was very fun to write, hope you all enjoyed it x

send your request, as usual, and i'll try to get them done!

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What abt a

e42 miles x spiteful blk fem spider reader

so what if miles (1610) cheated on reader with gwen (😒..) and to get revenge on him for cheating on reader with.. gwendolyn.., we get with his earth 42 self!

(if you could make this a series i would literally cry of joy.)

Angst for 1610 Miles (IM SORRY I LOVE YOU POOKIE😭☹️☹️🩷)

Fluff and Romance for 42 Miles (🤭🩷)

DONT HIT MY LINE! ...

1610!MILES & 42!MILES X READER!

WARNINGS: vulgar laguage (cursing), ✦ CONTAINS: 1610!miles being a bitch!!

a/n: imma be honest, i am such a gwen slander after the movie (still love her tho) 😒 but i so love this idea !!

layout inspo/creds: @hiimayee the best miles fic writer!! :3

NOW PLAYING: I HATE U - SZA

part one. ✦ part two ✦ part three

your boyfriend 1610!miles had been acting strange since he saw gwen after all these years, but you just shrugged it off as him being happy his friend was back in his dimension.

you never thought that your suspensions were true when you found your now ex with his "friend" behind your back.

you looked around the predominantly empty library in search of your boyfriend miles, who was nowhere to be seen. it was highly unlikely for him to be late to anything.

maybe something was last-minute? you would go ask his mother, rio, since you go to her for everything in the more frequent months since miles had been acting — odd — but you doubt she would know since her and her husband were out of town.

grabbing the pile of books you and miles you used to study for the test you knew you were going to fail, you scurried your way you the hushed library.

the sky was temperate, the perfect temperature for the park you thought, smelling the fresh, cool air — but focus! miles has to be somewhere around campus. you stuffed your books it your bag and made your way to his dorm, maybe he was still asleep?

you made your way to his dorm and softly knocked on his door, careful not to wake him. there was no answer. "miles?" you called to the door. again, no answer.

you pulled out your phone from your bag and went to his contacts. maybe he was sick or just skipped school? you had fussed at him the week prior to get more sleep, since he always came knocking at your window to late at night.

wait, should you call him? he's probably busy. and with that thought, you put your phone back in your bag and made your way to the morales house. it wasn't far from the school you two attended, so getting there wasn't a problem.

you knocked on the front door, once, twice. where is he? "miles!! you home??" you heard footsteps from the other side and the door opened to see miles who looked like he was in a rush. his hair everywhere and shirt backwards.

"hey! you okay?" you asked, your voice laced with concern for the boy.

"yeah." he said, his voice coming out hoarse. he cleared his throught. "m'fine, wassup?"

"you were s'posed to meet up with me at the library." you meant to sound playful, but your words came out more of a scoff. "look," he started. "i just forgot."

"forgot?? miles, you could have texted me! i was fuckin' worried about you!" you were furious, crossing your arms with a frown. "you done?" he asked with an eyebrow raised — you could see the twinge on annoyance in his eyes and you could hear it in his tone. "am i done?" you scoffed "are you done running off and not checking up on people??"

he didnt know how to answer that. "look, i'm hella busy right now, we can do the study thing or whateva later." he pinched the bridge of his nose. "fine." you muttered as you walked out the door.

a/n: how we feelin' about the first chapter?? i might have gone all out but part two is otw!

TAGS: @kazustqrzz, @kxllanxtdoor ( the tags are being annoying 😒)

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It me again and this time imma come attacha with a Roy Kent request.

Between the Ditches; 14 And you are unforgettable I need to get you alone.

It just reads Roy. Many thanks!

Tagging: @kmc1989 @issieruby @sisinever @eryberry109 @thump31

Companion piece to:

A Perfect Night - Roy spends a completely perfect night with you.

Roy’s first night with you is unforgettable. It’s teasing fingertips that chase all over his body, it’s sinful kisses that leave him begging for more, it’s that first exhale when he enters you, your thighs tightening around his hips drawing him deeper.

It’s the most sensual experience of his fucking life.

It’s a couple hours later that he wakes up to find you putting on your dress. That’s the deal after all, neither of you are looking for anything serious. You travel too much and Roy, he just doesn’t have the emotional availability.

“I had a great time.” You tell him before you lean over the bed and kiss his mouth in that filthy way of yours. “Good luck with the match.”

It isn’t until he hears the front door click shut that he realises he didn’t even get your number.

You’re all he thinks about over the next few days. The way you felt underneath him as he hitched your thighs just that little bit higher, the taste of you on his lips, that sound you made as you climaxed against his mouth and then on his cock.

The next time he runs into you is a couple of weeks later at the BBC’s Children In Need Charity Event. You’re wearing a dress that looks like it’s been crafted right out of the night sky, and Roy wants to strip it from your shoulders, to guide it down your waist, until it’s in a pool at your feet. He can tell you want it too from the look you give him when your eyes finally meet.

It’s maddening how long it takes to get you alone. You’re constantly surrounded by people congratulating you about the latest episode of your podcast and Roy, he’s just itching to get his hands on you. It’s when you slip out to take a breather that you find him waiting for you in the hallway, those dark heated eyes of his drink you in and before you know it, your fingers are running through his unruly curls as he kisses you into oblivion.

You’ve never met a man who loves you the way that he does, passionate but tender, firm but intense. It’s intoxicating knowing just how much he needs you, you can feel him pressed right against you core as he pins you to the wall, his hips rutting up against you.

“Come home with me tonight, let me fuck you again.” He murmurs, his lips ghosting along the curve of your jaw.

“Say please.” You murmur and you can tell that does a little something for him because Roy Kent, he’s used to being in control and in this moment he wants so desperately to lose it.

“Please.” He whispers into the hollow of your throat. “Please let me get on my fucking knees and worship you the way you deserve.”

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Umiko Milaya

-Boston , Massachusetts -

"Maamm I have work tomorrow and today is my day off and I'm not tryna go to no type of party" I said arguing with my best friend Bianca

“You always cooped up in this house, Like take trip to the wild side for once like seriously " She sighed taking a seat next to me on the couch. " Nah I'm good" I said

"Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee" She begged pulling on my arm. "If you come to this one party with me I promise I'll never bother you again" She pouted looking me dead in the eyes

"Bruh fine" I groaned giving in. "AYEEE YESS BITCH" She squealed jumping up from the couch. "But what am I going to wear" I asked glancing up from my phone

"Glad you ask" She smirked running upstairs. "Annoying" I mumbled hearing her coming back down

"Here you go" She smiled as she ran over laying the outfit down on the couch. " Girl I'm not wearing that" I shook my head as I looked down at the outfit

"This is like a damn fairy suit," I smacked my lips as she busted out laughing. "Girl it's cute tho, try it on first and we'll see" She said

Who gonna be there? " I asked grabbing my outfit as I headed upstairs. " People" She said as she followed behind me into my room “Is people I know gon be there" I asked. "man girl yes" She nodded, I could tell she was lying but I'm not gon say nun until we get there

"When we get there please socialize a little and don't be word miss attitude " She said. " B don't tell me what to do" I smacked my teeth going into my bathroom

Also I want you to meet my boo and his friend" She said smiling ear to ear. "That toxic ass nigga

Joe ?" I asked and she nodded her head

"I don't like him" I shook my head. "You haven't even met him how you not like him" She complained.

"The way you be talking about him make me hate him" I said being honest

"Whatever. But his cousin is fine as fuck and he's a wrestler" She said. " Okay ?" I mugged her as I fluffed out my curls .

"I want you to meet him" She said. "Mmcht no" I said

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ohumiko: baddest thing .

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8:00pm

"Were hereeeee" Bianca squealed. "Hurry up and park this car white boyyy I'm ready to get drunk and go see my man" Cody chuckled at Bianca actions

yes Cody is one of our boy bestfriends we’re very close with .

once we pulled up to this party I was ready to go home

There was hella people outside smoking and drinking while there was music blasting inside the bnb .

I have anxiety bad when I'm in big crowds, I try not to let it get to me but I truly can't handle it

We got out the car and started making our way inside

"Damn lil bit what's ya name" Dominik said as he smirked grabbing me by my hand.

"Please get the fuck out my face" I threw attitude as I snatched my hand back

"Don't be touching my friend like that ever again lil boy and worry bout yo daddy problems" Bianca basically crashed out grabbing my hand as we walked off

okay girl let's go get some drinks" Biancasaid to me.

"Imma see y'all later I just spotted my girl bye" Cody chuckled running off somewhere"

cmon" she pulled my hand bringing me over to the bar. " hell no" I shook my head. "gir- take this" she forcefully said handing me a shot, I hesitantly took a sip before putting the cup down

“You need to loosen up lil stick up girl" She snickered. "Cmonnn cmon" She grabbed my hand as we walked through the bnb heading outside to the backyard

"There yo bigheaded ass go" Some buff dude said pulling Bianca into a hug. "mm this your friend?" The dude asked looking me up and down as he licked his lips I should’ve balled his lips up..

"Yo lips dry or sum? , you need some chapstick" I asked digging inside my purse tryna find my chapstick.

"Joe stop" Bianca chuckled hitting him in the chest "My bad, what's your name?" He asked.

"Umiko" I said with a lil attitude.

" Anyways. Roman this is Umiko and Miko this Roman" Bianca said introducing us I do not care for this man whatsoever .

"Ohhhh so this the cheating ass muhfucka you told me about?" I busted out laughing.

" I don't like you" I bluntly said. "I don't like how you be treating my best friend" I said

But yo best friend keep coming back tho" He smirked shrugging. "Whatever" I rolled my eyes pulling out my phone

I hate manipulative and narcissistic ass men

"Aye Ro , Who you talking to" I heard a deep voice say causing me to look up to see a big guy appear from behind Roman

Once the guy looked up I instantly sighed, I know damn well this ain't Zilla the city hoe....

"Oh wassam B" The guy said side hugging Bianca. "This yo friend" He asked pointing to me.

"Yea this is Umiko the girl I told you about" Lola said

"Hi Umiko" He said holding out his hand. "She mad right now lil mad ass" Roman said. "Hi" I waved. "You not gon shake my hand" He said looking offended

"Nah I'm good, Ion know where yo hands been" I brushed him off looking back down at my phone

“Well I'm Isayah but you can call me Zilla . Whatever floats your boat" He said looking me up and down. "mhm" I nodded my head

I soon began to feel nervous and just got back on my phone

You look good" He said complimenting me. "Tell her again because she think the outfit don't look good" Bianca said nudging me

In my opinion you look good as fuck ma" He smirked causing me to blush. "Look at her blushing and shit" Roman said. "I'm not blushing" I lied

"Mhm" Bianca said as her face formed into a smile

"I'm finna go back in" I said turning around making my way inside the house not letting them reply , I soon found an empty seat far away from everybody else and sat in it because I don’t like people.

10:45pm

It's been an hour and I've been sitting here on my phone just scrolling through tiktok and Instagram

"Umiko" I heard a Zilla’s voice causing me to get up and grab my purse and charger.

"Umiko!" I heard him yell my name as I rolled my eyes making my way to front entrance of the house

Sorry" I apologized as I almost bumped into this nigga. "you straight" he said walking in the opposite direction

youn hear me calling you? " I heard him say as I felt a pair of hands grab onto my arm. "yes I do Isayah" I groaned turning around

"Where you going" He asked. "um to the place I wash my ass at" I said. "Already?, you just got here miko" He said.

"Okay and? I got work tomorrow" I said showing him the time on my phone

"Well I was thinking we could kick it some time and get to know each other" He said. "boy fuck no " I said as I mugging him.

"I'm not one of these lil hoes who just pop it, go find someone else to fuck wid " I smacked my lips turning around leaving without hearing his reply .

I got outside and called myself an Uber, I wanted to leave up outta here i don’t care .

Someone To Call My Lover .

A/N : thank you for reading loves ! do yall think Umiko was harsh on Zilla ?? Also excuse any mistakes ! .

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Solo Sikoa In Bed

Headcanons for Solo Sikoa

The most silent out of the bloodline but the mouthiest in bed depending on the day.

He’s dynamic, he can get rough with you, but also be gentle.

After a long day, he loves putting you in doggy and making you whine and cry into the sheets.

Handsy for sure. Always grabbing at your tits, hips or ass whenever he can.

Will always pamper you with amazing head. Eats you out like it's his last meal on earth, making sure your thighs are on each side of his head and holds you in place so you have nowhere to go.

Definitely a grunter when he’s fucking you, but a moaner when you’re sucking his dick.

“Damn baby, that shit feels good.”

“Ugh shit just like that!”

“Ohh- shit! I’m nuttin baby!”

Loves letting you ride him as well, just so he can encourage you until your legs are weak.

“Come on baby, you can do it.”

“Get that nut baby, work for that nut.”

“That pussy feels so good~”

Much more conservative with sexual acts in public. The most you'll get from him is a warning telling you to act right.

“Just wait until we're home baby, imma give you what you're asking for.”

And don't think he’s not gonna whip you into shape when you catch an attitude in public. 

“Lose the fucking attitude right now.” You huffed and rolled your eyes, standing in line to pay for your clothes. “I don’t have a fucking attitude.” Solo hums at your words and says, “Alright.”

Later that evening

“You ain’t got no attitude no more do you?” You were ass up face down with your moans bouncing off the walls. “N-no Solo!” His hands massaged your hips as he pounded into you with no mercy, making your body jerk forward with each thrust. “That’s what I thought. But don't worry, Imma make sure you don't catch an attitude again.”

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[cloversplace]

Excerpt from a fic im writing rn (ponyboy's perspective):

"I bolted, I needed to get to the payphone. Not even bothering to put in a coin, I picked up the phone and just dialed. 

Four-four-four, eight-eight-eight. 

I did that until my breath slowed and I could think again. I don't know why I do that, something's just telling me that if I do, maybe things'll be okay. I just bought Curly some time, time to live. I'd had, (what I had dubbed "the thoughts") for as long as I could remember. I never ignored them. The one time I did, Mom and Dad left and never came back. That's how I knew, it was my fault. I was cursed, the only way to stop it was to listen to the thoughts. To keep me from killing anyone else."

So I generally hc pony to have OCD, which combines with another hc of mine where he blames himself for every death around him. So he essentially thinks he's cursed and whatnot but js doesn't tell anyone (imma write a fic elaborating on this later prolly)

But I don't have OCD, and I do wanna make sure I write it at least semi-accurately.

So if any of y'all (even ppl I didn't tag) have OCD/know a lot abt it and feel comfortable talking abt it, pls share ur experiences/lmk if this is accurately depicted. Ty!

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[kairiscorner]

what are you... wearing? — miles 42 x reader

request: reader wearing the I ❤️ my bf shirt she wears it w pride too ‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️

a/n: HIIII omg ok, since you didn't give me any specific character to work with, imma do it for multiple characters !! I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE THIS 💖💖💖

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

as soon as miles opened the door, his eyes landed on you, your pretty, smiling face that looked a little too mischievous and sly that day, and... that shirt of yours that you were donning on that appeared a little too eye-catching. despite being in only three colors, it was pretty conspicuous and made miles' eyebrows furrow together as he looked at you in confusion and surprise. "cielo, uh, what's that?" he asked you as he pointed down to your shirt, with you tilting your head slightly at him in mock confusion. "it's a shirt, babe." you tell him as he looks at you with a flustered expression, what with having read and reread the words on the shirt, he felt pretty self-conscious and embarrassed in all kinds of ways.

heat had crept up in his cheeks and made him feel a little at a loss for words as he just involuntarily kept nodding and staring at the shirt you were wearing. a few of miles' neighbors at the apartment greeted you two and complimented your shirt, with some of them staring at you and miles with knowing looks and giggling to themselves as they gave you two thumbs ups. miles got even more embarrassed at that and leaned against the door frame as he kept staring at you, both out of embarrassment and flattery.

he sighed as he gently took your fingers and rubbed over them, tugging at you slightly and beckoning for you to come in. "...it is a nice shirt." he said as he closed the door with his back turned to you, his face completely flustered now and his hazel eyes practically having hearts in them. your arms were wrapped around his waist, which caught him by surprise, and you pulled him closer to you as you giggled while you nuzzled your face on his back--the hums of your giggles sending vibrations up his spine and... warming him all over at your utter affection. "it is, isn't it? what if we get you one, would you wear it?" you asked him as he finally let out a shy chuckle and turned his head to look at you over his shoulder. "we... we could look for some my size later. but right now..." he said as he turned around and wrapped you in his arms and lifted you up, with you giving slight gasps at how little effort he needed to carry you.

you faced him and saw the ends of his pretty brown eyes crinkle and the corners of his mouth curve upwards into a loving grin. "it's cuddle time." he said as he took you to the couch and held you in his arms as you giggled out in defiance, laughing as you told him to put you down, with him obliging as he put you down close to him on the couch and embraced you for a cuddle. "i do love my partner, too, okay... i don't need a shirt to speak my mind for me, mi vida, you already know."

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