#pls be ugly and wrong and hateful in your living room

[ohwolfling]

The existence of an afterlife in BG3 has fuck all to do with whether or not Gale's feelings and actions around Mystra are valid or not. I saw an anon somewhere else and lost them but I want to be very clear. Arguing lore is secondary (and beyond) to me, behind being bare minimum trauma informed, empathetic, and GOD HELP Y'ALL, LITERATE...

When you are groomed and abused, inside or outside of institutions, always within some system that has enabled (intentionally or otherwise) that abuse, your abuser is at least psychologically to you omnipotent. They are judge, jury, and executioner. The weight of their displeasure or contentment, the fear of their ire, replaces your conscience.

It does not matter whether or not you personally believe Mystra has a certain level of power, Gale's connection to magic is or isn't threatened, the surrounding academic and religious structures are or aren't directly involved in grooming people. That has squat to do with the reality of abuse.

If you are trying to find loopholes in Dungeons and Dragons lore to spend your time arguing that people should hate a character you hate for processing his abuse & talking about his abuser in the Confront Your Abuser game, you are a dickhead.

[potatoplace]

We Can Fix This

Poly!Feysand x Reader

We Can Do This (part 1) | We Can Do This Together (part 3)

Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist

Story Summary: You get a bad haircut. You're four months pregnant. It's a rough day. But with Feyre and Rhys around? It's not so tough.

Warnings: none I don't think? Just a baaad haircut

Words: ~1.7k

Author's Note: It's heeeere the fic inspired by my own horrible haircut. Of course, I wasn't given micro bangs... I hope you all like it! Also I've been so happy to hear other peoples bad haircut stories, it's made me feel less alone in hating my own. Love you guys! Enjoy! 🫶

18+ only pls

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You couldn't stop crying.

Not even with your phone buzzing non-stop for the past half hour, calls and texts pouring in from two different numbers.

You hadn't been able to move yourself from where you'd collapsed on the couch, your face buried in a pillow as you sobbed, a hand clenched in your hair and the other on the small bump of your stomach.

You weren't sure exactly how long you'd been laying there when knocks landed on your front door, gentle the first time, but growing more and more frantic by the second.

"Y/N?" A voice called through the door. "Y/N, are you in there?" They waited for a moment, likely hoping for a reply, but all you could manage was more sobs spilling from your lips. "I'm going to unlock the door."

You heard the lock turn and the slight squeak of the hinges, but didn't move an inch.

"Y/N?" Feyre asked, and you heard a quiet gasp. "Y/N are you okay?!" She asked frantically, her heels clicking quickly on the floor as she crossed the living room and rounded the couch to stand in front of you. You only cried harder, pressing your face further into the pillow.

You didn't want her to see you like this.

"Love, I need you to tell me if something is wrong. Are you hurt?" Feyre's gentle hands were smoothing over your back, one of them carding through your hair.

Your short, shoulder length hair.

The action only renewed your tears, your breath hitching in your throat.

"Please, Y/N, just tell me if you need me to take you to the hospital," Feyre begged, her hands now attempting to roll you onto your side, so she could see your face. You pushed against her, unwilling to move your face from where it was covered. She sighed heavily, and stopped trying to move you. "Just nod for me, love, yes or no. Do you need to see a doctor?"

You shook your head.

Not a doctor doctor. Maybe a psychiatrist, seeing as you were having a breakdown.

A breakdown over something as simple as a haircut...

You sobbed again, absolutely distraught at the state of your hair. You couldn't believe that your beautiful, long hair was now chopped to your shoulders. Already, you felt ugly and unfeminine, and you'd had the cut for less than a day.

"Okay, that's good at least..." Feyre said, her voice sad and quiet. "Will you let me hug you?" You shook your head again. "Hmm... I'll be back in just a second, love."

You heard her get up, the noise of a zipper, and a hushed conversation. It was likely that Feyre had called Rhys, which only made your tears pour out more quickly.

No one should see your hair like this, especially not them. They'd been so perfect with you, with everything surrounding the pregnancy. Taking you to doctor's appointments weekly, bringing you fresh groceries twice a week and cooking for you, making sure to text or call you to remind you to take your vitamins if they couldn't see you that day.

No, they didn't deserve to see how hideous you were, when they'd been so lovely. And they both had such gorgeous hair...

"Love, can you look at me?" Feyre asked softly in your ear when she returned to your side. You shook your head- the worst of it was your face. She sighed, and placed a gentle kiss to the back of your head. "Okay."

Feyre pulled the pillow out from under your face, and you made a discontented noise, your hands grasping for the fabric before it was taken from you. You pressed your face down into the couch, but a moment later, Feyre had lifted it up and slid onto the couch, laying your head in her lap.

"You don't have to explain anything, darling, just lay here, okay? Cry as much as you need," Feyre cooed, her left hand stroking gently over your back, her right carding through your hair. "I'll be here as long as you need."

You nuzzled your face into her lap, cheek brushing against the smooth, silky fabric.

Oh.

"Don't you..." The first words came out like a croak, and you paused to clear your throat. "Don't you still have the charity gala to get to?"

"They'll be just fine without me, sweetness, I'm perfect right where I am."

You sniffled. Maybe... If she was going to miss the event because of you... Maybe you could show her, so she wouldn't be wasting her time...

You gave yourself a few more minutes to let the tears pour out before you took a few deep breaths, then pushed yourself up, so you could rest your head on Feyre's shoulder.

"Hi, pretty girl," Feyre said shortly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, brushing the bangs on your head. Tears leaked from your eyes again at the remind of how your hair had been butchered. "Is this what's bothering you?" Feyre asked, a finger brushing against the tiny hairs covering part of your forehead. You managed a twitch of your head up and down before burying your face in her shoulder. "Oh, sweetness, I'm so sorry. Come here." Feyre pulled you onto her lap, her arms wrapping tightly around you.

You cried into her neck, tears falling onto her skin with each passing minute that you stayed there. Her hand continued to stroke your back and arm, so gentle and soft.

You'd nearly stopped crying entirely by the time your front door swung open again, a concerned Rhysand bursting through it.

"What's happened?" He asked, his tone carrying an underlying panic as he rounded the couch, taking in the sight of you curled into Feyre's body, her arms holding you against her while you buried your face further into her neck. "Are you alright, darling?"

Feyre tried for a moment to pull your face from her neck, with no luck. Instead, she pressed a kiss to the side of your head before mouthing something at Rhys, her free hand playing in your hair for a moment.

"Ah," Rhys said quietly before sitting down, angling his body so he was covering your back, his arms wrapping around you and Feyre. "I'm sorry, little love," he murmured into your hair, pressing gentle kisses along the back of your skull.

The three of you stayed there for a while, their soothing touches calming you down and nearly causing you to drift off, relaxing into their holds completely.

You were brought back to awareness by Rhys's large hand rubbing soft circles against your belly, and Feyre pressing her lips to your cheeks.

"Hey there, love," Feyre smiled at you, her eyes gentle. "Do you feel like telling us what happened?"

You sniffled but nodded your head. "I uhm... I wanted to cut a haircut for the gala tonight, so I'd booked with my usual hairstylist, but uhm..." You sniffed again, trying to hold back your tears, focusing on the feel of Rhys's hand. "She was out sick, so they gave me to another stylist. And she uhm... She... She butchered my hair," you cried, the tears trickling down your cheeks once more. "I told her I just wanted a trim and curtain bangs and..." You buried your face in Feyre's neck again.

"Oh, little love," Rhys cooed softly in your ear. "I'm so sorry, I know how much you love your hair."

And you did. Your beautiful, silky hair that had passed your waist this morning was your favorite feature you possessed, and haircare was of the few things you splurged on for yourself.

"Can I take a look, darling?" Rhys asked carefully from behind you, his hands poised on your shoulders to peel you away from Feyre, but you knew he wouldn't try unless you said yes.

"I don't want you to..." You whined into Feyre's skin, and she let out a soft chuckle.

"He's going to see at some point, love, and really, you're still absolutely gorgeous. I promise," Feyre reassured you, her soft hands running through your hair.

... She had a point, you supposed. So you let Rhys pull you away from Feyre a bit, albeit reluctantly.

Getting you to look at him was another story, and after a moment Rhys simply got in his knees in front of you and Feyre, capturing your face in his hands.

"Feyre's right, darling, you're absolutely flawless," he said with a charming smile, the one that sent butterflies through you, even now, four months after you'd first met them. "But, if you're up for it... I think we can fix this," he offered. Your face scrunched up at the idea of anyone touching your hair ever again. "Now, now. It won't be what you initially wanted, but I can give you some longer bangs to cover the ones you have now. And try to get you closer to the style you had before. How does that sound?" Rhys asked softly, his eyes sparkling.

You pouted at him while you considered it, and he put a thumb on your lower lip, tugging lightly on it. "Do you know how to cut hair?" You finally asked, giggling when he didn't relinquish his grip on your lip.

"My mother was a fantastic hairdresser, she taught me how to cut her hair when I was a child. Including bangs," he added.

You looked away poutily for a moment before meeting his violet gaze once more. "Okay..."

Rhys smiled at you, and your heart skipped a beat. "Good. I'll just need to buy some scissors or-" he paused, reaching into his pocket for his phone. "I'll have them delivered. That way I can keep making you feel better."

"We can keep making her feel better," Feyre added, and when you turned to look at her, you saw her glaring playfully at Rhys. "Now, do you have any food you want? Any cravings or desires? We can make it a fun night in, after all, those charity galas are such a bore. The only fun part of it was going to be seeing you in the gown we'd picked out," Feyre said, squeezing you against her again.

Now that she mentioned it...

"Funyuns sound really good... And cheesecake. And- Oh! Orange chicken!"

Feyre giggled against your neck. "Rhys? You get all that?"

"Of course, darling. Is there anything else you'd like, little love?" Rhys asked you patiently as he found everything you'd listed.

"Mm... Can we watch cheesy romcoms too?"

"For you? Anything."

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General Taglist: @daughterofthemoons-stuff @lilah-asteria @meritxellao

[advid-vibe-stealer]

Some incorrect quotes with Will, Nico, and others

Will : So my therapist was talking to me and she said that I really just need to break down my walls and let people in.

Will : So I’ve decided to break the fourth wall.

Will : *looks at camera* Hi there. I use humor as a coping mechanism.

Cecil, tearing up the room: Where are they?

Cecil, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?

Cecil: Somebody moved my skittles, and now I am going to start killing.

Cecil: Thanks for opening my message and not responding.

Nico : All good bro, any time.

Cecil: Fuck you.

Austin : Stressed

Nico : Depressed

Lou Ellen : Possessed

Kayla: Obsessed

Will : Impressed

Cecil: Chicken breast

Everyone: ...What

Cecil: I just wanted to join in

Will: Live, laugh, love!

Nico: Die, cry, hate.

Will : I love cooking breakfast. It makes the whole house smell like bacon.

Cecil: That’s true, but it also smells like fire and panic.

Will : You and the smoke detector need to get off my case.

Nico : The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died.

Nico : I will not yield.

Will : I am going to cry. I’m going to cry until I can no longer physically cry anymore because all the water in my body is gone and I die from dehydration.

Austin : Are you okay?

Kayla: Did you actually just ask him that? Like, you need that to be answered otherwise you won’t know?

Lou Ellen : I'm going the fight the next person who insults Will .

Will : I hate myself.

Lou Ellen : Alright, square up.

Nico : Without ugly, there would be no beauty in this world.

Will : Thank you for your sacrifice, Cecil

*after discussing a plan*

Cecil: Does anyone have any questions?

Will : Is this legal?

Cecil: Does anyone have any relevant questions?

Lou Ellen , in the groupchat: So you guys robbed Will

Will: Yeah, all of them.

Austin: Lies.

Nico : Slander.

Kayla: That’s bullshit.

Cecil : And we’d do it again.

Cecil: Yeah, I'll smoke a joint tonight, but let's not get too crazy.

*The gang proceeds to get arrested for blocking the road in large traffic cone costumes*

Will : What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Will is such a nice person, Will is so happy-go-lucky! Will can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? Will CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, Will IS be in a bad mood.

Cecil: Am I going to far?

Will : No, no, no. You went too far about 7 hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.

Kayla: It’s the gift that keeps giving!

Cecil: It’s the flower that keeps blooming!

Lou Ellen : It’s the boat that keeps sailing!

Nico di angelo : It’s the serial killer that keeps stabbing!

Will : PLEASE EXPLAIN WHAT UPSEXY IS!

Cecil: Could you rephrase the question, in like, two words maybe?

Austin , texting Will : Will there’s a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?

Austin : Pls hurry because I’m going to cry

Austin : Will

Austin : Will

Will : Will is dead. You’re next. Love, Moth.

reactions to being called straight:

Austin : The fuck, no I'm not.

Lou Ellen : Excuse the hell out of you?

Cecil: Ding dong, you are wrong!

Will : Who told you that? And why did they lie?

Kayla: Rude.

Nico di angelo : *punches the person*

Nico di angelo : Did you ever have like a pet run away and find it or anything?

Cecil: I had a lizard that I burnt.

Kayla, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

Cecil: Gray.

Lou Ellen : Grey.

Kayla, turning to Nico di angelo : Now tell them what color you think it is.

Nico di angelo : Dark white.

Austin : I'm not that stupid!

Nico: Austin , you literally ate the wax from a babybel.

Austin : WILL TOLD ME IT WAS EDIBLE!

Kayla: What's the worst thing you guys have done?

Cecil : Rickrolled my teacher in 4th grade.

Will : I kicked Austin in the shin-

Austin : -So I kicked Will between the legs.

Nico: I burned a town down.

Kayla: What?!

Austin : What the hell is wrong with you?!?

Nico: A lot of things.

Will : No shit.

Lou Ellen : Wanna hear some dark humor.

Nico di angelo : Yeah, I love dark humor.

Lou Ellen : Alright.

Lou Ellen : *Turns off the lights*

Lou Ellen : Knock knock.

Nico di angelo : Turn the damn lights back on.

Nico di angelo : I have issues.

Cecil: Finally, you admit it! The first step to redemption is accept-

Nico di angelo : With you.

I have some Cecil crumbs for you @ethan-the-weirdo

I hope you all like this I thought they were pretty funny let me know if you want me to do another one with specific people

[written-with-blue-ink]

Lyney and Kazuha separately (or just Lyney) with a reader who is beginning to get stretch marks and is deathly afraid that he will think she is ugly pls? Any pronouns are okay ofc ofc she/her is just preferred qwq I'm starting to get some and I'm feeling even more self conscious than I was before😭🙏🙏🙏 Stay safe and hydrated!💫💫💫

I just did Lyney if that's alright. I remember crying when I first got stretch marks so I completely get it. I hope this helps <3

Lyney X Fem! Reader Contains: Kitten as a nickname, Lyney is a cat-boy like Lynette, stretchmarks, undergarments, etc

Ivy on the Tower

Tonight was such a big night for Lyney and Lynette. The first time since Fontaine’s most recent flood that they got to perform once again at the Opera Epiclese. With this revelation, Lyney’s partner, (Y/N), offered their apartment for lunch and a space for the twins to get ready for the big night. 

The day was going great, Lyney assumed. The sandwiches and snacks that were catered were soft and comforting and the conversations between his siblings and his lover seemed to be going well. 

That was till they were getting ready. Freminet stayed in the living room while Lynette took the spare bedroom and Lyney took (Y/N)’s ensuite. Makeup was done and in the middle of tucking his shirt into his pants when he heard faint whimpering on the other side of the door.

Creaking it open, he saw his dear (Y/N) sitting on her bed in her undergarments, twisting and glancing at her skin and fingers running over it gently. Tears formed in her eyes as she couldn’t take her eyes off of her figure.

Feet silently tapped the floor as he crept closer but (Y/N) didn’t realize until he sat on the bed, scooching himself closer as he rested his head on her left shoulder. Their eyes met through the mirror’s reflection and the look of disgust and fear filled (Y/N)’s eyes along with tears.

“Kitten, what’s the matter,” he purred, curling his body closer and wrapping his arm around her body only for her to pull away. His tail wrapped around her hand and pulled her back, “Please tell me what’s wrong, (Y/N).”

His sharp eyes caught her cupping the sides of her body with her hands and he slowly moved his hands to hers. With effort, his fingers wrapped around hers and he was able to glimpse at what she was hiding. 

Faint white and purple lines rested on her hips and thighs and that only made him raise a brow, “Kitten, do you hate your stretchmarks?”

Knowing the jig was up, she let go of her sides and nodded. Pulling away with tears falling down her face as she sobbed, “I-it’s ugly, it’s hideous but I just have to live with it… You don’t…”

His periwinkle eyes melted as he pulled her back, fingers interlocking. “I would never find you ugly or hideous or leave you for something as simple as something natural your body does because I love it all.”

Grazing his finger over the stripes, he drew little five-petal flowers as he said, “It’s like ivy on a tower. It doesn’t take beauty away, it only adds to it as the tower ages and changes over time.”

His eyes looked back up and saw the soft smile and tears appearing on (Y/N)’s face. She moved, kissing his hair between the fluffy cat ears. “You are the sweetest,” she mumbled into his sleek blonde locks. 

The smirk he was known for grew back onto his face, “If it makes you feel any better, I have concealer in the bathroom if you really need to cover them up.”

Leaning into his arms, their backs hit the mattress and she curled into his chest for warmth and comfort. “No, your words were more than enough…”

[mayuichi]

“Darling, I'm home.„

Kazuha Kaedehara x Reader. Warnings: somehow angst, mention of self harm and suicide

Do not read if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll post more fics in the future without those!

Note: the few next posts will be repost and rework over the fictions i first wrote on wattpad (around a year or two ago), and i felt bad to not bring them here. but i need to rework on some first bc theyre cringe now... and i can only focus on that and not create new one since my health isnt getting any better for now

Official art from Hoyoverse.

It's a bright and sunny day. You're at the Kamisato Estate. You're used to come here now, especially whenever you aren't feeling too well. The scenery is so peaceful it calms even your noisy mind. And today? It's one of these days.

Unfortunately for you, Thoma is away with Ayaka, and Ayato is busy inside. You wouldn't believe the Kamisato siblings would be avalaible for you, after all, would you?

Sitting on the bench, you look up to the sky. You sigh, pulling up your sleeves. When did it all started? And why did you even started it ? Do you remember? All you know is you've done it too much by now. And it isn't the soft cuts anymore.

They're so deep. Even if it ends up healing, if you ever succeed in not opening them again, you'll always have their marks on your arms. But who can you share your burdens to?

Everyone in town loves you, yes, thanks to your business. You're nice and sweet, you wouldn't even hurt a fly. You always seem so confident and sure of yourself. No one could believe you need help.

Whenever you'd see your body, you only feel ugliness. Who wouldn't? It's decorated with scars. On your arms, legs, even on your hips.

Yes, you do have some friends. First, the Kamisato siblings. Even in the nations you already visited. You even managed to have a somehow beginning of friendship with Scaramouche.

So why can't you at least be truly happy? Why can't you be normal once again? Something within you hate to see them hanging together, getting along so well. Is it jealousy perhaps?

“Of course not. I can't be jealous over something so stupid.„ yet, why can't you believe your own words? You sigh. You know since the beginning in what you engaged yourself. She's just your boyfriend's boss. It's thank to her he can live the life he wants and be able to come back every once in a while with you.

Your eyes become teary as the doubts fill your mind. Does he love you? His life is one of sailing, so why did he returned your feelings if he can't be here?

Just this morning, your short blade grazed against your skin, making new scratches. And you just hide them under your sleeves once more. It's time for you to head home.

On your way home, you're lost in your thoughts. Doubts and self loathe fill your mind to the point you don't even notice Ayaka and Thoma coming back from their business. They had to stop you to be able to strike a conversation.

“Oh, dear... Are you alright? You seem pale...„ Ayaka reaches out to brush her fingers against your cheek, her eyes filled with worry. “Oh no.. It's alright. I just need some rest.„ you fake a faint smile.

“If you need, I'm sure my lords wouldn't mind lending you a room for tonight.„ Thoma's gaze softens. He knows that as long as you don't bother neither of them, you would be able to stay. But you dismiss his words. “I appreciate it but... He comes home today..„

You feel your heart pounding at your words. It's true. That's also one of the reason for your emotional distress. After a month, he finally comes back. And your stress couldn't be higher.

Muttering an apology, you hurry home. It isn't luxurious or too spacious, but it's alright. It's more than enough for you.

When you thought your anxiety couldn't become worst, is when it proves you were wrong. You expected him to be already home, but he isn't. You're there, alone. Walking to the calendar, you sigh. “He said he'd come back today...„

You know it's probably just the ship taking more time than what was planned. But your self destructive thoughts never take rest. The voice in your head keeps the same old speech as always. That he's with her, and he's going to leave you.

What could you do now? Beside wait, nothing could be done. Your shoulders dropping in defeat, you silently sit on the couch, staring at the floor.

Three hours passed. Three hours doing nothing more than staring around and overthinking. In the end, you believe he just left without warning you. And just as you're about to give in your despair, you hear a door, and that familiar voice.

“Darling, I'm home.„ you want to get up and jump in his arms, but your body doesn't answer your command. You're so happy he's here, and yet... Tears sting in your eyes. Why are you crying now? He's here, with you. Do you even know if it's tears of joy or not?

His footsteps creep closer, until his head peeks through the doorframe. “Are you home?„ his eyes land on you. He stares at you. Seeing your shoulders shuddering, hearing broken sobs, he's quick to come next to you.

“Love... Are you crying?„ you don't answer. How could you when your voice doesn't want to come out of your throat? He sits down next to you, carefully slipping an arm around your shoulders, his other hand resting on your thigh to caress it in a comforting gesture.

He doesn't pressure you. He knows better than to force you. So he waits until you speak by yourself. “Why... Why am I so hideous..?„ he doesn't say anything. He lets you go on hating yourself for now. He doesn't even know what to do or say exactly, but if just listening can help you, he'd do it.

You rent about everything, not even caring about anything. Your insecurities, your fears, your doubts, even your self harm. He doesn't mention any of that. It's when you finish speaking that he says one thing.

“... Can you let me treat your wounds?„ he doesn't even wait for your answer. He stands up to get some bandages and alcohol to disinfect. You wince at the slight pain, and he tells you to hang in there.

He clearly has no idea how to comfort you, so he then places down the alcohol and bandages, gently wrapping his arms around you.

“I know I sail a lot. That worries you too, but I promise you there isn't a single day I do not think of you. You know that Beidou is nothing more than a friend, and you're the only one in my eyes. I'd never trade you for anyone better, because no one can be better.„

His words make your eyes light up slightly. It's stupid, but just that makes you feel better. Knowing he looks at you so highly. You lean against him, head resting against his chest. His hand caresses your back in gentle stroke.

“As for your... self harm issues. We can work through it together. You can tell me anything, I'd never judge. Just, don't keep it for yourself. You can lean on me whenever you need.„

He chuckles as your eyes stay on him. He kisses your forehead, taking the blanket on the other side of the couch to place it over you.

“You'll get better, and I'll be here along the way for you. We're going to overcome that together. Perhaps I could make you join me for the next sailing with Beidou?„

And just this way, you stayed in his arms for the rest of the evening, and night. What a great way to finish a stressful day.

/ᐠ - ˕ •マ Ⳋ mayuichi's property. do not copy, repost or translate without permission.

[onyourmarkks]

insecurities s.coups

-fem implied reader, plus sized reader.

-cw: mentions of body image, slightly suggestive, (lmk if i missed something!!!)

Today, sungcheol and you had decided to go on a date, since it had been forever you guys had time together because of your opposing schedules. 

you guys had decided to go to a popular restaurant you had found on instagram, and cheol was up for anything you wanted to do. 

You stood in front your full length mirror, staring at your outfit. not quite sure what was wrong, but something looked off, could it have been the stomach pudge being accentuated by the dress? or could it have been the wide shoulders ? the more you stood there the more you could point out flaws and hate it even more. 

sungcheol sat in the living room waiting for you to be done, it was 2 minutes past your reservation time, and he liked being on time, so he headed upstairs to check on you. 

“pretty, you almost done? we’re gonna miss reservations..” he said leaning on the door frame admiring how pretty you looked in the dress, “just give me a minute. does this look okay?” you say turning to him, “i think you look gorgeous baby” he said softly walking up to you. 

“i think i just look really…ugly. i feel insecure right now” you say in defeat, sungcheol turns you to the mirror, his hands coming around your waist to rest infront of you, “i think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, the prettiest, the sweetest, the loveliest” he said making you giggle, “but seriously, you look beautiful, and you may not see it but i see it, you are always gorgeous in my eyes, and i’ll remind you of that every day.” he said lovingly giving your cheek a light peck. 

you were over the moon knowing your boyfriend loved and appreciated you so much, you had no words but all you could have did was smile. “how about i show you how beautiful i think you are? hm?” he said kissing your neck, “wait our reservations..” you said while not pulling away from him, “what about them?” he said pulling you to the bed with a smile…

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🌷woooooo i’ve been gone for so long 🥲 how was it? should i make a 18+ part 2 ? my inbox is open pls send requests !! im happy to write anything 🤗🤗

[fuwushiguro]

No Room To Breathe

part two | masterlist

Tomura Shigaraki x Dabi x cow hybrid f!Reader x mystery guest hehe

Genre: Smut Notes: If u read this and immediately ask for part four I will vomit pls give me a BREAK Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, foursome, pseudocest, use of nii-san, cow hybrid reader, lactation kink, creampie, pussyjob, vaginal penetration, accidental cock biting, nipple play, spit roast, cucking, praise, degradation, bullying, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, spanking, slight choking, possessiveness, jealousy, shig gives her an premature facial oop. She calls AFO her daddy. Words: 5.3k

As much as you’ve missed your daddy, and it’s nice knowing he’s home, he may as well still be on his business trip. He spends so many hours of the day cooped up in his office. And what’s worse, he doesn’t even let you in anymore. Gone are the days of you being his good pretty girl who he let sit on his cock as he worked. No, now, you are lonelier than ever and at the complete mercy of your elder brother, Tomura. He has been so worried about your father returning home from his trip. How could he live without consuming everything your perfect milky tits had to offer if you were stolen away?

Luckily for him, he doesn’t need to worry about it.

You aren’t sure why your ears prick whenever the elevator to your penthouse dings on your floor. It’s never for you, because you have no friends to speak of. It will only ever be a business associate of your daddy’s, or worse, a friend of Tomura’s.

Jin hasn’t been around for an awfully long time. It’s a little embarrassing to admit; but for some reason, you miss him. He is without a doubt the nicest one of Tomura’s friends. He is the only one who has ever tried to be kind to you. You wonder if he got cold feet about you. It seemed like he was into you passed the basic surface level his other friends were. Your face warms as you recollect the time he told you that your cow parts makes you beautiful.

Your door is ajar, listening in for whoever has decided to enter your home. As soon as he speaks, a familiar warmth rushes between your legs.

“Tomura? Where the fuck are you?”

It’s Touya.

Tomura is popular, but Touya is cool. Way too cool to be friends with your nerdy brother. You hate yourself for thinking it, but whenever thoughts of Touya enter your mind the only phrase you can conjure up to describe him is ‘fuck machine’. It’s very apparent that he has the most experience out of Tomura’s friendship group, and it was made even clearer by how he was with you when your father was away. He knew exactly what he was doing and how to touch you.

It still has your mind spiralling into the unknown whenever you relive it.

“Right here asshole,” your brother speaks scratchily as he assumedly reveals his presence to Touya. “What was so damn important that you couldn’t tell me over the phone?” he asks, a flare of irritation clear in his speech.

There is a silence, and you can’t gauge what is going on downstairs. But you find yourself leaning further out of your room, hoping to hear whatever is so important. What you are unable to see during the silence is Touya scanning his surroundings. He’s looking for something. Looking for you.

“Where’s milk jugs hidin’?” he asks, a serious tone. This is what you are now. What you’ve been reduced to thanks to your awful brother. Milk jugs. Fantastic. You hear the sound of a loud pat. You use your brain to decipher it was Tomura smacking Touya on his chest for speaking out of turn. It’s very unlike Tomura to defend your honour; but you find yourself smiling regardless. Who knew he had a soft spot for you after all?

“Watch it, Touya. My ugly sister and her milky tits are no concern of yours.” he answers. Well, there goes your soft spot theory. Touya laughs at that, he can’t help but loathe Tomura as he recalls what a reprehensible little freak he is. “Why are you asking, anyway? I hope you don’t think you can fuck her whenever you please.”

“Don’t get me wrong, if I want to fuck her cow cunt there’s nothing you could do to stop me, but that’s not what this is.” Touya tells him, cockily with an arrogant smile and sleepy eyes.

“Oh?”

“I made a new friend. Different school from us. A fucking hybrid.” Touya laughs as he announces what brought him to Tomura’s doorstep today. Shigaraki’s eyes light up at the prospect of another hybrid girl to sink his fat cock into. But unless he can milk their tits too, he doubts anyone will come close to you.

“What is she?”

“He, I’ll introduce you today. He’s waiting for us. But, uh, he wants to meet your sister.” Touya explains, hesitantly, knowing his friend is quick to temper and unsure how he will respond to the announcement.

“Fuck off, Touya. I don’t care about meeting a hybrid with a cock. Why did you think this was relevant?” Tomura queries. His eyes narrow as he considers what Touya has said to him for a moment, jumping to a new conclusion. “I hope you haven’t been promising my pussy to random people, Touya.”

“Nothin’ like that. He’s popular at his school, I heard. But he feels like an outcast because he’s the only hybrid. Ringing any bells?”

“Since when do you do anything out of the goodness of your heart, Touya. What’s in it for you?”

“You’re right. Drugs, first of all. He’s got a good hook up. Secondly, pussy. Rumour has it he’s drowning in girls and he’s a bit of a scumbag. And I’m not above taking sloppy seconds or even sharing. As long as my cocks wet, ‘m happy.”

“What does this—”

“Think about it. If we keep him happy, we will be happy. All the drugs and skirt we can sniff.”

Tomura thinks about everything for a minute before his face can change. He is almost like a hollow husk. If there’s anything he loves more than your cunt, it’s drugs. But he doesn’t think he loves anything more than those milky teats of yours. It’s more addictive than any drug he’s ever taken. But still, he isn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. A good supply of drugs and a sea of pussy for him to sail through. Touya is right. He’s thought about it. This is a fucking amazing idea.

“Hey, ugly!”

The use of your lifelong nickname has you trembling as you hear him yell up the stairs. You aren’t sure whether to run or hide. Two sets of heavy footsteps get louder and louder as they ascend the staircase and get closer to your room. Your daddy will be so mad, but you can’t find it in you to care as you run down the hallway and stand outside of his office. You beat your fists against the door, desperate for him to save you. He’s taking too long, too fucking long. And before you know it, they’re here. Touya looks so hot. You can smell his cologne from where you’re standing. He’s so dreamy and you hate it. A carnal look in his eye that tells you how bad he wants you and will have you. And that is regardless of whether you admit you feel the same. You do.

Just as your brother edges closer to grab your wrist, the office door to your daddy’s study swings open. He looks down at you furiously, softening only slightly when he sees those watery, doe eyes he adores so much.

“Daddy! Daddy, I—”

“I’ve just had to put a very important client on hold, you know. What was all the banging for?” he asks you, looking between you and Tomura. He doesn’t pay any mind to how roughly your brother is holding your wrist, too irritated with his business meeting being disturbed.

“He’s being- being mean! He’s tryna make me go, I don’t wanna go!” you sniffle and sputter as you try and speak coherently and convey your point clearly.

“Why don’t you want to go, sweetheart?”

“He’s mean! And he has m-mean friends! Calls me ugly and I don’t wanna—!”

“Touya and I made a new friend who really wants to meet her. You always say we should spend more time together, I don’t know why she’s being so difficult when I’m finally making the effort, father.” Tomura lies, smarmily. You could slap him for being so cocksure and God damn false. He’s a great actor, you’ll give him that. As much as your daddy loves you, his son, his heir, will always take priority.

“Go with your brother. It’s good for you both to spend some time together. Don’t be difficult for him,” he agrees. He’s won. Tomura has won. Your father fishes around in his inner breast pocket of his suit jacket. Finally, he pulls out his wallet, shoving a fat wad of cash in Tomura’s direction. “Here. She usually settles when you buy her something pretty. Behave, the pair of you. Have a good time.”

“But—”

The door shuts lightly in your face. You turn to see Tomura smiling evilly down at you. Touya is doing the same, but from a distance. Soon enough, you’re sandwiched between them as they drag you out of the hallway and down the stairs. It’s getting too much, being their little cum pet whenever they please. Doing whatever they want whenever they want. It’s taking a toll on your body and your mind. But what good will telling them do? They just don’t care.

“Tomura-nii? Where are we goin’?”

“Gonna meet Touya’s new friend.”

You found yourself in the same motel where Tomura demanded that you take his virginity. Tomura paces back and forth in front of the teeny, boxy television. He has never been patient. He’s eagerly awaiting the arrival of Touya’s new friend. You and Touya are sitting on the springy mattress together. His back is against the headboard, and he instructed that you sit on his lap. Tomura tried to object to it, of course, but Touya rarely listens to his blue-haired friend. Each time your nii-san tried to pull you away, Touya didn’t hesitate to kick him as a warning to keep his distance. Touya’s fingers tickled playfully on the bare flesh of your upper arm. He held his phone to his ear with his opposite hand, trying to get through to his new friend.

“Where the fuck is he? I’m gettin’ antsy.”

“Quit bitchin’. I told him the room number, he’ll be here.”

Touya tosses his phone aside, deciding he has no chance of getting an answer from whoever you’re all waiting for. His hands begin to explore your body, carefully, with purpose. The hand that he’d been using to tickle your arm is now firmly holding the back of your head in place. He sticks his tongue out and tilts his head, wanting to use the wet pink muscle to explore the inside of your mouth. The fingers on his free hand softly graze down from your neck, to your collarbone, to your pebbled nipples. You wish you’d been wearing a bra before they decided to drag you here. You moan into his mouth as the pads of his fingers swipe over your raised nipples.

“Oh? Like that, babe? So sensitive…” he teases, smiling against your lips as he talks.

“Stop touching her or I’ll kill you.”

“Bite me, incel.” he hisses as he breaks away from you to talk to your brother. “In fact, eat shit. She loves it when I touch her. Don’t you baby? Tell your nii-san you like it when I touch your naughty parts.”

“I—”

“Even think it and I’ll rip your disgusting tail off your ass.” Tomura warns.

Touya cackles raucously as he rolls you onto your back. He seems unable to hold back anymore, grinding his jean clad crotch into your panty covered mound. He lords above you so that he can watch your face change with each rut of his hips. Soon, he buries his head into your neck and begins to suck. You can’t help but look over to your nii-san, furious red rubies glowering at you with utter hatred. You can barely focus on Touya as all of your concentration goes to Tomura silently vowing to make you pay for this.

You jolt, at the sound of knocking on the door.

“It’s open!” Shigaraki rasps.

Touya can’t pull himself away from you to greet his friend. It’s fine, he thinks, he’ll be able to see you for what you are. A whore. Stupid cow whore. He enters, the pearliest white smile you’ve ever seen. A look of confidence and pride dripping from his head to his toes. His appearance falters a little when he sees what is happening in the room with clarity. What the fuck has he just walked into?

“What’s your name?” Tomura demands to know, and you’re glad, because your interest is piqued too.

“Keigo, Takami. What’s, uh, fuck. Touya?” he stutters as he waits for the raven-haired man humping you to welcome him into the room. He rolls off you, letting him get a good eyeful of you. He smiles, looking at each and every cow part he can possibly see on your body. And you even wear a little bell! Could you be any more adorable?

“Show her, Keigo.”

The blonde hands Tomura a carrier bag filled with cans of beer and baggies of weed and rollies. He unzips his jacket, tossing it aside quickly. He makes quick work of his black t-shirt too, instantly pulling it over his head and revealing his sculpted body. You gasp, taken aback as a huge wingspan of red darts out from his sides, revealing what he really is. Plumes of crimson fall from him, decorating the motel room floor.

“O-Oh. You’re like��� you’re like m-me?” you question, almost afraid to speak without being told to. He nods, getting closer to you. He drops down and rests on the balls of his feet as he stares into your eyes and carefully brushes your hair out of your face.

“Just like you, angel.” he smiles. “I wanna try the pretty cow pussy I’ve been hearin’ so much about.”

Touya was captivated as he watched Keigo soar through the skies on his way home from a drug pick up one evening. He landed, confidently, flirting with some girls who had obviously been waiting for him and admiring his flight pattern. They were fawning over him like he was from a boyband. Once he waved the girls goodbye, his eyes found Touya’s. His demeanour had changed when he was alone. It was fleeting, but Touya picked up on it immediately. He tried to walk away, hiding himself from Touya, but the black-haired menace had other plans.

“Hey.” he called to him. And he was actually a little surprised that he turned to face him. He held his joint up to Keigo. Fuck it, Keigo thought. He sat on a nearby bench, holding his fingers up to Touya ready to accept it from him. He took a puff, coughing and choking and pulling an utterly disgusted face at what he’d just inhaled.

“This is shit.” he told him.

“Oh. I suppose a pretty boy like you can get better?”

“I can, actually.” Keigo sniped back.

Touya sat beside him, taking the joint back to smoke himself. He leaned backwards into the bench, looking up to the sky above. Keigo’s body language was a little different. It was obvious his guard was up. He was judging a book by it’s cover as he thought about what predicament he’d gotten himself into with Touya. Cheap weed probably wasn’t helping his case. But he took one look at his tattoos and his scars, and considered him a scummy, poor delinquent. He would never have guessed he too, was a member of high society.

“My father is Enji Todoroki.” Touya announced as he smoked. Keigo’s eyes bulged as he rotated his body to face Touya, mouth ajar in surprise.

“You’re shittin’ me?”

“Don’t wanna talk about him. Just told you so you stop bein’ scared of me.” he informed him. Keigo nodded, accepting his words. “I wanna know about you.”

“What about me, hah?”

Touya laughed, shaking his head as he passed the joint back to Keigo. As much as he couldn’t stand how shit the quality was, it was the first time he’d felt he was in tolerable company in a long fucking time.

“Don’t see many of your kind in the city, s’all. Hybrids, I mean.”

“So?” Keigo answered, defensively. Touya raised a casual eyebrow at him, hoping to incentivise him to continue. He huffed, smoking some more and spreading his legs wider as he got comfier on the bench. “Never met another hybrid. My own parents aren’t even… Whatever. Gets a little lonely, though. But I’ve never gotten any shit for it.”

“I know one.”

“Yeah?”

“Take it you like girls? After that little show you put on for ‘em. You fuck a lot?” Touya asked. Keigo nodded.

“More than most, probably. Feels less lonely to be balls deep in pussy.” he joked, Touya nodded in agreement. He knows that feeling all too well. Who would have thought he’d have so much in common with a hybrid?

“My, uh, friend. He’s adopted. He’s got an adopted little sister, too. She’s a cow hybrid.” Touya explained. Keigo raised his eyebrow in question as he passed the blunt back to Touya. He nodded as he inhaled. “He hates her, for some reason. But he fucks her. Real sick fuck.”

“Christ. That’s a little—”

“He shares her though.” Touya interrupted. “Chicks are holes, ‘n she’s no different. But him sharing his own sister is… fucked. But, uh, hah, it won’t stop me from givin’ her one.” Touya laughed at his admission. Maybe he is a sick fuck, too.

“So, you’ve fucked her?”

“Nah. I will, though. He thinks she’s a freak but… the hybrid thing it really… you know. Gets me goin’. More than regular pussy, makes me hard as a rock when I see her little tail swish and her ears flicker.”

“Why are you telling me?” Keigo wondered. Shaking Touya out of his fantasies of fucking you and keeping you all to himself.

“Oh, shit.” he giggled, puffing once more on his blunt. “Feel sorry for you, I guess. But I can… I’ll introduce you. If you wanna meet another hybrid. She’s nice… sweet.”

“I don’t know… It’s kinda…”

“Trust me,” he puffed, “You won’t believe the cool shit she does with her tits.”

The three men knew what was about to happen, but Tomura had zero intention of sharing you with new meat. The second the notion of him trying out your pussy left his mouth, Tomura got defensive. He made it very clear that Keigo wasn’t to touch you. He’d have to earn that right.

Tomura didn’t mind letting Touya touch you so that you’d get in the mood quicker. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t deny that Touya had a million times more experience than he could ever hope to. Of course he’d be able to get you ready for them better. He pulled your panties down from under your skirt before pulling your back against his chest. You straddled him, your pussy lips hugging his fat veiny cock as he encouraged you to hump him. You looked so pathetic and desperate as his fat tip nudged your clit again and again. You angled your head backwards so that you could kiss him, sensually, too.

Your nii-san didn’t like it. Not one bit. But despite that, he couldn’t help but palm himself through his jeans. Keigo glanced over to him, cringing at how perfectly Touya had described him the prior evening. Real sick fuck.

“Move!” Tomura demanded. And for once, Touya obliged. He began chatting with Keigo as he opened a can of beer for himself. He watched Keigo do his best to roll a joint for all of you to share. The pair of them laughed as he tried and failed to do it. It was annoying Tomura, putting him off his rhythm. You did your best to keep your complaints to yourself as he roughly fucked into you and squeezed your nipples.

“O-Ow! Tomura-nii! Too rough!” you tell him. “Ah—!”

“Shut your fucking mouth. Take what your nii-san gives you and be grateful.” he insists. His frustration grows and grows as he gets closer to his high, knowing you haven’t came yet and you won’t be able to leak milk until you do. He squeezes and squeezes to no avail, blood vessels stabbing across the whites of his eyes as he becomes more enraged. “You’re a stupid, ugly little cunt. What’s wrong with your tits?”

“Fuckin’ incel,” Touya huffs. He keeps the joint latched between his lips as he gets closer to you. He tilts his head at Keigo in your direction. He kicks Tomura harshly enough that he rolls dramatically off the bed. Keigo holds you bridal style in his arms as he waits for Touya to deal with your nii-san. He looks down at you like you’re the first woman he’s ever seen. You’re so pretty and so adorable. Touya was right. You’re sweet.

“What the fuck are you doing, Touya? And you, get the fuck off her!” Tomura yells. Touya kicks him in the chest, forcing him further into the ground.

“You’ll get your milk, freak. We’re gonna show you how it’s done because you’re a fucking useless virgin. Don’t try and fight about it, either. Keigo is a meat-headed jock and you know I’ll kick your ass in a fight any day of the week.” Touya tells him. Tomura huffs his hair out of his face as he helps himself up. He leans against the dressing table, teasing himself, he’s smart enough to know he’s met his match. “That’s it, tug yourself off while we fuck your sister. A day in the life of Tomura Shigaraki.” Touya torments. Keigo snickers before settling you down on the bed. Touya moves you so that you’re on all fours.

“Finally getting what you want,” Keigo reminds him. Touya nods.

“Fuck her throat while I ruin her pretty pussy,” he leans down so that his mouth is level with your flickering ears, “’m gonna breed you nice ‘n full baby. Been dyin’ to cream this cute little cow cunt.” he tells you. He holds the globes of your ass as he spreads them apart. The sticky sound of your pussy parting rushes straight to his shaft. “Mmmpf, pretty baby. So cute ‘n tight.”

Keigo taps the tip of his member against your lips, leaving you no choice but to open wide for him. He grunts showing no restraint as shoves himself down your throat as far as he can. He grinds himself slowly inside of you, admiring how your eyelashes flutter and do all they can to bat away the tears welling on your water line. So gorgeous. Where’ve you been all of his life?

Touya sinks into your pink cunt inch by agonising inch. Keigo snickers as he watches Touya’s eyes roll over white. He laughs, too, because he knows how fucking pussy whipped he must look right about now. He’s been waiting so damn long. As if you couldn’t feel any more humiliated, with each snap of Touya’s hips against yours, the bell around your neck began to ring.

“Oh-ho-ho fuuuuuck! You’re kidding me…” Keigo laughs as he throws his head back in ecstasy. “The bell! Oh my God. That is fucking adorable, sweetheart.” you yelp, accidentally biting into his cock as Touya yanks your tail for leverage. “Hey, hey. Watch it baby, ‘m sensitive y’know?”

Touya slaps your ass hard enough that you know there will be an ugly red handprint blooming as you think. Your tears spill over, and he tugs harder on your tail.

“Be a good little cocksucker, no bitin’ it.”

“She’s bein’ so good for me. Such a hot little mouth, takin’ me so well…” Keigo praises you. The conflict in speech from the two has your head spinning. Keigo being so kind to you is somewhat reminiscent of Jin. But you’re not stupid enough to think you’ll be any less emotionally traumatised from this encounter as opposed to the rest. Keigo pulls his cock out of your mouth so that he can kiss you. He bends over, jerking himself off as your lips lock heatedly. It’s wet, disgusting. So much tongue and you’re drunk from it. As much as you’d like to say you hate it, you can’t. Touya could expose the lie in an instant, because he can feel your walls clamping and slick gushing from you.

“Baby, baby, pretty baby.” Touya starts. You turn back and stand on your knees so that you can do your best to face him. Keigo takes the opportunity to worship your body. Kissing down your neck and suckling on your breasts. His fingers rub circles into your clit while Touya carries on pounding into your g-spot. “Y’know how your nii-san isn’t your real nii-san?” he asks.

“Touya.” Tomura speaks. Your eyes snap to him, fearful for what is to come next.

“Shut it.” he snips at his friend, “How about you call me nii-san, hm? Gon on, baby. Call me Touya-nii.”

“Dude…” Keigo sighs, pulling away to look at him. But it goes ignored by Touya, who is layering kiss after kiss into your exposed shoulder.

“Try it. One little Touya-nii, go on.”

“T-Touya… T-Touya… nii…” you struggle for breath. A combination of the overwhelming pleasure as well as the reluctance to do as your told interweaves with your speech.

“Fuuuuuck. Tha’s a good girl, fuck. Again. Tell Touya-nii how much you love his cock.”

“S-So good. Love Touya-nii fucking me, l-like this. ‘m so close. Love Touya-nii’s big- big cock!” you moan, overstimulated from the two men pleasuring you at once.

“Yeah? Good fuckin’ girl. Keep goin’. Wanna cream on nii-san’s cock, don’tcha?”

“Y-Yes! ‘m gonna- gonna cum soon. Touya-nii ‘m gonna cum! Can I?”

“Suck Keigo off again,” he demands, shoving you back onto your hands so that Keigo can insert himself between your sticky, swollen lips once again. “You’re so disgusting. Wanting to get fucked by your own brother, huh? Sick little bitch.” he torments. You hum around Keigo’s cock, earning a hearty grunt from the blonde. From the sounds of things, he isn’t gonna last long, either.

“Her mouth is fucking insane.” Keigo explains, wiping away the sweat from his hairline with the back of his hand. “Next time I’ll breed your little pussy, angel. Gonna make some lil’ flyin’ cow babies with ya.” he laughs, almost as if he’s joking. But unfortunately for you, he is more serious than he can admit right now. Touya slaps your ass, grinning at your real nii-san. He is positively seething and it’s all because he knows there isn’t a single God damn thing he can do.

“Ah baby, baby. It’s okay though, promise. Touya-nii is gonna take real good care of his nasty little sister.”

“mm hmmumm!” you murmur around Keigo’s cock. It’s enough to have him spilling down your throat. You can barely breathe as he holds your head down against his abdomen with the full length of his cock rammed down your throat.

“Go on, cum. Cum for nii-san.”

You’d be screaming if you weren’t harbouring Keigo’s shaft in your windpipe. You clenched and clung embarrassingly to Touya’s cock. And he couldn’t help shooting his sticky seed into your gummy walls. He fucked you until he had nothing left. Until he was completely soft and drained from pleasuring your greedy cow cunt.

“Surprised you managed to edge yourself this long, Shig.” Touya grins, earning a scowl from your nii-san. “She’s all yours.” he informs him, flopping backwards onto the bed and sharing the rest of his joint with Keigo as they wait for the ‘grand’ finale.

They burst into hysterics as Tomura rushes over to you, eager to follow Keigo’s lead and coat your throat with his sperm. But true to his insulting nickname from Touya, he can’t last a second longer. Spurting his searing cum all over your innocent face. Poor thing.

“Fuck!” Tomura yells, forcing you to stand on your knees with an iron tight grip of your throat. He begins tweaking and twisting your nipples brutally as he awaits the sweet release he’s been craving the entire time. “Touya, make her do it. Fucking make her do it!” he yells.

“Useless.” he replies. He pulls you back against himself again. He’s on his knees, too, but you’re standing a little taller than him. Your ass sitting comfortably on his cock as he tenderly massages your breasts. “Close, baby?”

“Mhmmn!” you tell him, “Oh, ah—!” you moan. He pulls your arm behind his neck so that your hand settles nicely on his shoulder, he can access your nipple perfectly from this angle. As much as he hates to admit he has something so freakish in common with Tomura, he can’t deny that he simply cannot get enough of your milky release. Tomura climbs onto the bed to join you, but Keigo kicks him away in a similar fashion to Touya so he can try first.

He stands, waiting, patiently. They suckle and slurp on your tender tits, making you moan and writhe petulantly. You just can’t take it anymore.

“Did so good for us, didn’t she Kei?” Touya asks his friend. The blonde kisses you again, so messily you think you might be able to get drunk from his lips alone.

“So perfect baby, ‘n your tits are so tasty.” he compliments you.

Tomura shoves Keigo away, finally it’s his turn. He sucks on your tits; only to be greeted to a horrifying discovery. You’re dry. Those selfish fuckers milked you dry!

“There’s none left, Touya, make her do it again!” he commands. But Touya shakes his head.

“Nah. We’ve had our fun, do it yourself.” he laughs, passing the blunt to Keigo.

“FUCK!” Tomura yells, pulling you by your wrist into the bathroom. He tells you furiously to wipe his cum from your face and get your fucking clothes on. You do, everything he says, as quick as you can. The two boys on the bed wave goodbye to you sweetly, and you’re a fool for waving back just as nicely. Are you trying to make your nii-san even angrier with you?

He drags you out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He doesn’t say a word as his fingers bruise into your wrist. Not a single sentence uttered as he drags you through the lobby and out to his car. He can’t even stand to look at you, honestly. But you can’t stop staring at him. Urging him, willing him to say something. Anything.

“You are a filthy whore. I fucking hate you.”

“B-But, Tomu—”

“’m gonna tell dad.”

“No! No, please don’t do that!” you beg, panicking at the thought of infuriating your daddy or making him think you’ve betrayed him.

“You are my ugly cow cunt to fuck with. No one else’s. Got it?”

“Y-Yes, but, Tomura-nii… you are the one—”

“You need to stop being such an easy slut. If I say someone can’t touch you, they don’t touch you. Don’t fucking defy me.”

It’s completely lost on him that he is the one who let things get to this point. In hindsight, you were happier letting him hate you and call you names. Things have only gotten worse between you since he showed a special interest in you. And he is the one who keeps deciding to share you with his friends! He was too much of a chicken to stand up to Touya and Keigo. So now, he expects you to do it. As if he isn’t the one who put you in this situation in the first place. But, what can you do? He’ll never listen to you. He’ll never respect you. He’ll never like you. All you can do now, is take it.

“I… won’t let it happen again, nii-san.”

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would it be possible for you to write something about bakugo, pining incredibly hard for fem!reader and initially hating how strongly he feels about her? because they're not even friends, they only exchange few words occasionally and she doesn't even glance at his way whereas he slowly finds himself unable to divert his eyes from her during classes? shes always with damn deku and his friends and doesn't even seem interested in him at all but his heart can't ignore the way she looks at him proudly whenever they spar together, the way she sends him small confident smiles as they fight each other with all they have; so he thinks that maybe, maybe he might have a chance. basically bakugo liking reader so much he's completely lost in self-hatred because he always thought feelings were for weak romantics and not great people like him, but everytime he sees reader doing some badass things (again, like sparring with him and basically matching his skills etc...) he's reminded of how badly he likes reader? but when he finally accepts he's fallen for reader, after ignoring and trying to forget about how she makes him feel, he masters up the courage to confess? and it's a very clumsy confession because he's awkward and has no idea how to deal with those feelings? and he tries so hard to make reader realise he's never been more serious than now? and reader is startled and speechless before rejecting him? and at that point he's just completely humiliated, so he nods and walks away.

it might be a little dramatic but I've always been into unrequited love and one-sided pining. thank you, its okay if you don't want to write about this, i'll understand <33

𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader (my hero academia) 

reblogs are greatly appreciated! 

a/n: AHHHHH this is so cute <33 honestly this is super exciting for me and this ask made me so happy, lovey. i’m fairly new to tumblr, i’m usually just a reader but i wanted to migrate here from wattpad so this made me so happy. here u are my love <33 i hope this lives up to what u wanted !! :)) a bit lengthy, but i had a lot of fun writing it !!! 

summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you. 

genre: fluffy, fluffier than the clouds istg, however the clouds are sprinking a little teeny weeny droplet of angst. 

warnings: cursing (bakugou, duhh), one-sided pining (on bakugou’s part) second hand embarrassment (on bakugou’s part bc we can all agree he’s a complete idiot when it comes to trying to get someone’s attention), just bakugou being a jackass, i gave the reader a quirk 

word count: 3,859 

(pls excuse any typos or mistakes, i edited to the best of my ability but i miss some things sometimes !) 

- - - 

part 2 is here my loves <3

brutal. it was utterly ruthless. he couldn’t focus, couldn’t think right. his hands were already exceptionally sweaty, but gosh when he saw your damn face, he was ready to explode. literally. 

what the hell was it about you? was it your stupid smile? or the way you just seemed to carry every battle on your back? was it all the undeniably sweet things you do for others ‘just because’? 

it made him angry that he thought about you, but gosh he couldn’t wait to see you every day. 

just like any other day, bakugou found himself staring at the large door to the classroom, awaiting the moment you would bounce into his day, skirt shifting around your legs, bag slung loosely around your shoulders. 

his leg was bouncing eagerly. 

bakugou didn’t know when the feelings came. his cheeks just started flaring up all of a sudden and one day you just looked...different. you hadn’t done anything different to yourself. it was just him. not that he would ever admit that, to you or anybody else. 

you were insufferable. you were stupid and obnoxious and so...so damn... 

“y/n! come look at this!” 

you’d come walking into class just as expected, and as soon as you did, that stupid nerd had called you over. 

it didn’t help that deku sat right behind him, either. the two of you had recently gotten closer. bakugou noticed it last month when he yelled at the two of you to shut up about all might and get to work. he’d turned around to find you leaning over deku, hands resting on his shoulders while you peered at his phone. 

“sorry, bakugou,” you’d said, barely acknowledging him. you had waved him off like an annoying fly. is that all you were to him? some nuisance that got in the way of your oh-so-entertaining conversations with deku? 

all he heard nearly every day was your chipper voice talking to deku. always, “oh my gosh, midoriya, did you see the fight edgeshot was in last night?” or “midoriya! i have something to add to our quirk analysis book!” 

that was the one that took the cake. you two dorks shared a notebook, occasionally passed between one another, and filled it with junk about quirks and pro heroes. but no matter how much he tried to tune you out, no matter how he tried to zone off and think about something else, you were always there. it made him want to vomit how much he thought about you. 

you were doing an adorable shuffle over to midoriya’s desk and leaned over the table as you usually did while he angled his phone your way. “did you see this hero report?” 

deku let you slip the phone out of his grasp to get a better look. 

“no,” you breathed. “was this just recent?” 

“yeah,” deku said, taking the phone back. “last night.” 

“holy—” 

“can you guys shut up over there?” bakugou said, his voice quaking. 

“sorry, kacchan.” deku scrolled through the article. 

dammit, bakugou thought. “i wasn’t talking to you, nerd. i was talking to shitface over here.” he jerked his head towards you. his eyes flared in anger when he saw you were looking down at your phone, now focused in on the article yourself. “i was talking to you, asshat!” 

your eyes flicked up to his. you looked around for a moment before slowly pointing to yourself as if to say, “me?” 

his face scrunched. “yeah, you. you’re so damn loud.” gosh, he hated how his voice was cracking, how he could feel his ears and cheeks lighting up in a swollen, cherry red. his stomach flipped. 

she’s looking at you, gosh i’m sweating. i’m going to throw up. she’s so gorgeous. what the hell? they’re ugly as shit, i don’t think anything of them. 

his eyes bore into yours. 

“did you...need something?” 

your voice broke his trance. 

“kacchan, are you okay? you dozed off there for a second. you look like you’re burning up.” 

bakugou looked to deku who was currently stretching out of his seat, arm extended. he pressed the back of his hand to bakugou’s forehead. “you’re really warm, kacchan. should we call recovery girl?” 

it took him a moment to realize what was happening. his vision got blurry every time he was with you. bakugou smacked deku’s hand away. “i’m fine!” his voice lifted at the end, cracking. “i’m not sick. don’t you think i’d take better care of myself?” 

“i don’t doubt you take good care of yourself, kacchan, but everyone gets sick once in a while. there’s nothing wrong with that.” 

“i never get sick!” besides, if i got sick, i wouldn’t want you to be the one taking care of me. 

he was still pissed. he was always in a bad mood, however, more so right now because you’d gone straight back to your phone and that stupid hero article that was supposedly so damn interesting. 

soon enough, the bell rang, and you were seated at your desk. it was jirou’s old spot, however, after much convincing, you two had switched spots so you could be closer to deku. just a few months of getting close to the idiot and you two are suddenly best friends. jirou hadn’t minded one tiny bit, claiming she needed a break from how loud that section of the room was. 

late as always, aizawa came trudging into your room. thankfully, his entire body wasn’t obscured by a yellow sleeping bag that smelled of something unwashed and coffee and gasoline. (for some reason, aizawa’s clothes always smelled of it.) 

“lucky for you,” he began while shuffling papers on his desk, “all of you are doing training for these first periods.”

the class cheered in perfect unison, followed by their individual chatter. you had erupted with glee along with them, and bakugou was sure he felt his heart clench and then explode. just a tiny bit. but he shoved the feeling down just as quickly as it had come up. 

“go out to the field and wait for further instructions. don’t make a sound in the halls otherwise, i’ll expel all of you.” 

this shut everyone up in almost a second, the sound draining out just as water does. the first years trailed out into the hall, single-file mimicking the positions baby ducklings would take when following their mother. 

bakugou found himself walking faster when he saw you take up your spot in the line, hoping to land his spot right behind you. 

unfortunately, this idiot who considered himself bakugou’s friend tugged him back. “bakugou!” a familiar voice rasped. 

“shitty hair, let go of me.” 

“hey man, chill out. wanna partner up if we’re doing training in pairs?” 

bakugou glanced at the line, the spot that should have been reserved for him now taken up by sato. 

bakugou tugged his sleeve from kirishima’s hand. “whatever,” he snapped. 

“sounds good!” kirishima flashed him a toothy grin and a thumbs-up. the bubbly feeling in bakugou’s chest died down as he stood behind sato, the overwhelming scent of sugar filling his nose, various candies that would go straight to your arteries. 

“you smell like ass, damn,” bakugou remarked, squeezing his nostrils together. 

luckily, sato was tall enough to not hear the insult, as he towered over bakugou by just another head. the line began moving like a sloppy train down to the change rooms. 

bakugou scoffed as he listened to your giggle. he should be making you laugh. 

- 

“you’ll be given partners randomly from this box.” aizawa held up a familiar red box. “inside are all your names. i’ll select one, then that person will come up and pick another name from the box. that will be your assigned partner for today. as soon as you have your assigned partner, i want you guys to get straight to work.” 

denki raised a hand, speaking before being called on. “sensei, why are we getting random partners? we’re always allowed to choose.” 

“in the real world, you’re going to come across different villains every day. you’ll never improve your skills or your quirks if you keep fighting the same person.” 

denki sighed, slumping back. 

dammit, bakugou thought, gritting his teeth together. there wasn’t any way he wanted to be partners with you. it’s obvious he’d win the fight in the first few seconds. 

yes! exactly right! bakugou internally grinned. his fluctuating feelings had finally soothed themselves. you were just another extra, and he had no room for you in his head. 

aizawa took a moment to fiddle with the slips of paper inside the box. soon enough, he pulled out a name. “todoroki.” 

todoroki walked up, digging his hand into the box when aizawa held it out for him. he pulled out a name, delicately unraveling the slip. “uraraka, you’re my partner.” he deadpanned. 

the brunette grinned. “great!” 

the two found their own spot on the field, and the class’s attention was once again diverted to their grouchy teacher as he pulled out another name. 

“bakugou.” 

bakugou strutted up without a worry in his mind. he pulled a name to find... 

“y/n,” he said, voice a low growl. instead of the annoying fluttering in his chest, his eyes met yours, and they were filled with a different, new ferocity. he crumpled the paper in one hand, letting it twirl to the ground. 

you looked at him, unsmiling. your eyes gave away nothing, and to bakugou’s knowledge, all you saw in him was another opponent. 

it took him a moment to realize you had both locked eyes for about a minute. perhaps the two of you would have stayed as you were if aizawa hadn’t snapped at the two of you to get moving as yaomomo’s name was called. 

bakugou was on his way to the back of the field, you followed close behind. while there was plenty of room still, he chose a secluded area. while it was still open enough to view everything going on so nobody got hurt, it was often nobody chose to train here. for whatever reason, you weren’t sure. 

“wait up, bakugou,” you said. after a bit, you caught up to him. 

“if you can’t keep up, then...” then what? he looked at you from the side of his eye. “then don’t keep up...” gosh, here came the embarrassing, disgusting feeling of redness in his cheeks. 

you laughed. “what?” 

“shut up.” 

“you’re an idiot, bakugou.” 

“i said shut the hell up!”

“what, so you can call me shitface in front of the entire class but you get all pissed when i call you an idiot?” 

so you had heard him! 

he tongued his cheek, curling his hands around an invisible ball, explosions sparking in the centers of his palms. “don’t expect me to hold back, dumbass.” 

“i wouldn’t dream of it.” 

gosh he loved that about you. 

bakugou caught his thought in the air. 

ahem...gosh he hated that about you. 

you both charged in at the same time. his cry was louder than yours, but you struck first. 

he admired your quirk. while he’d overhead you explaining all the drawbacks it had, it was strong, and you were strong because you knew how to control it. 

purple arrows flew from your arms, going in your desired directions. if you lost focus for one moment, they’d vanish and weaken. if you focused too hard or long, you’d be plagued by a splitting headache. 

he’d spent too much time obsessing over your strengths and weaknesses.  

your arrows were weightless, however they were solid objects capable of carrying any mass, any thing, and worked as extensions of your body. 

the violet arrow had shot out at him, twisting around his right gauntlet and crushing inwards. it’d snaked around him without him noticing, slithering along his back. 

bakugou struggled to get the air-light arrow off his wrist, but it was no use. he glared back, only to see your focused, furrowed brows. he’d expected to see your cocky ass smiling. it was nice to see you weren’t. 

that was one thing that had also caught his eye. you never underestimate your opponent, but you never underestimate yourself, either. 

you conjured a larger arrow. it snaked around your right arm as you hurled bakugou into the air, releasing your grasp on him. you shot your other arrow into the air, and it raced into the sky. 

it swerved. bakugou’s eyes went wide as the tip of the arrow came down on his chest. if they weren’t intangible things, he would have been bleeding out. 

another drawback: the arrows, while they could solidify, they couldn’t do any actual damage. you had to use your surroundings to inflict harm on your opponent. 

he coughed out as the arrow shot him into the ground. he hadn’t even touched you, and here he was, vulnerable and so...so... 

you stood over him, hands on your hips. 

vulnerable and so lost in that adorable, winning smile. 

“get away from me, idiot,” he grunted and turned onto his side, his back crying out in pain. 

“i think i won this fight, bakugou,” you chirped, rocking on your heels. 

“don’t get arrogant, shithead. you won’t be winning against me anymore.” 

you grinned, arrows shooting out behind your back. 

- 

the dorms were exceptionally quiet. you were typing away in the common room, bakugou on the couch reading. everyone was off doing something else. it was the weekend, luckily. he’d expected you to go bounding out with everyone else, however you’d stayed back, claiming you had some homework to catch up on. 

bakugou being classic bakugou had stayed back. he was excited to have the dorm to himself, but your dumbass was stuck here with him. couldn’t you have done your typing in your room? 

you were so aggressive on that poor keyboard. 

“oi, quiet down with your shit typing.” 

you barely grunted in response. 

“don’t ignore me.” 

“i heard you, mom.” 

“the hell did you call me?” 

no response. only your aggressive typing is a bit less aggressive. 

“i can still hear it,” bakugou remarked, eyes fixed on your back. 

“‘kay,” you said. your typing slowed a tad, and your pressure on the keys lessened. 

it was quiet now. bakugou should go back to his book. he shouldn’t still be looking for a reason to talk to you. 

the pages crinkled in his fingers. he bit his tongue, keeping his snarky comments in. 

“you’re a fucking idiot, you know that? doing your damn homework. it’s due tomorrow.” 

you turned, pursing your lips. “and how would you know what i’m working on? are you stalking me?” 

“i- what? no. you’re such an idiot, of course i’m not—” 

“i’m messing with you,” you breathed, face un-moving. 

“o-oh,” bakugou stuttered out. he blinked awkwardly. 

“gosh, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?” 

“you’re annoying.” 

“you’re a jackass.” you returned to your work. bakugou settled with reading in his room. reading consisted of jumping onto his bed just as the stereotypical high school girl would in an eighties movie. he buried his face in his pillow, face burning bright red. he cursed you for making him feel this way, and hated himself even more for how much he enjoyed it. 

- 

the next day came swiftly. you’d left early to go train with midoriya. there were many improvements needed to be made, but you weren’t doing too bad.

you propelled yourself forwards with an arrow, and your green-haired friend shot back, lightning flickering around his body. 

landing back on the ground, you panted and swiped the sweat from your brow. from the corner of your eye, you could make out both kirishima and bakugou coming to the training grounds. 

bakugou stopped in his tracks, frowning at the sight of you. 

it was evident he hated you a bit more than everyone else. he was always making his annoying comments, he was always snubbing you. you saw no reason to talk to him, so you didn’t. either way, even if you tried, he would still get angry for no reason. 

it’d taken you quite some time to get used to his obnoxious attitude. tuning him out had been the best course of action, in your opinion. 

the way you and midoriya had bonded was through bakugou, in a way. the first day of school, bakugou had snapped at you for tripping over your laces and nearly crashing into him. later that day, midoriya had stepped up and apologized for his old friend’s actions. 

you two had never been too close until now. the recent incidents going on with the league of villains had snagged your attention, and it seemed you were the only person who didn’t mind listening to him ramble on about heroes. 

you were just as passionate and just as dorky, but midoriya could talk your ear off. you never minded, and he always took the hint when you didn’t want to listen. 

you brought your leg up, twirling in the air with ease and watched your heel collide with midoriya’s face. he grunted, stumbling back. 

you were about to charge in again when a hand landed on your shoulder, big and rough. you turned to see bakugou standing behind you, a scowl on his face. 

“fight me again,” he demanded. 

“excuse me?” 

“don’t act like you didn’t hear me.” 

“i’m in the middle of fighting midoriya right now.” 

“so?”

“so if you think that i’m just going to ditch my friend because you want to fight, i won’t.” 

“you’re being stubborn.” 

“i’m being reasonable. back off.” 

“y/n?” midoriya rubbed his jaw—right where you had struck him. “what’s going on?” he jogged up to you and bakugou. 

“he wants to fight me in the middle of our fight. it’s nothing serious. don’t worry about it, midoriya. let’s just ignore him.” 

bakugou made a sound someone would only make if they were choking. “the hell did you just say?” 

“we’re ignoring you!” you waved him off and placed your hand on midoriya’s shoulder, wandering away. 

-

it was new to him, not getting what he wanted. and what he wanted right now was to be around you. again, it wasn’t like he would ever admit that to himself. 

“dude? you good? i thought you went off to fight y/n. i was so ready to cheer you on, dude,” kirishima’s chipper voice piped in. “she’s not fighting with you? why not?” 

“the dumbass was just probably scared of getting her ass beat by me.” 

“dude...that sounds really weird.” 

“whatever, shitty hair. let’s go.” 

- 

the clock ticked. his ears were on fire. again. 

gosh, it was happening again. it was all you. his face scrunched up, his voice would surely crack if someone were to ask him what was wrong. 

bakugou was once again stuffing his face in his pillow, hiding his expression from no one. why did you have to go train with that shitty nerd? why were you always around deku? deku, of all people. what did he have? why was he so great? 

bakugou was a man of many insecurities, but losing to deku? that was possibly his biggest fear. 

perhaps he wasn’t the nicest, or the most soft person out there. bakugou could admit that, at least. but he was smarter than deku. he was stronger and he was better and people liked him more. right? 

what was so...amazing about deku? 

it was often bakugou would find himself obsessing over little, insignificant things such as these. 

you were what he was thinking of most of the time. just yesterday, he’d gotten a test returned. he was expecting an eighty at the lowest, but more so expecting a high ninety. it’d come back exactly sixty percent. 

sixty. percent.

bakugou vividly remembered staring at your face. he also remembered not being able to focus because of it. his grades were dropping because of you. 

you were the only person to be able to do this to him. 

his heart grew quiet, but the pounding of his didn’t cease. he lifted his head. 

“alright, fine,” he said aloud. “you win, y/n. you win.” 

he settled with getting over his feelings the way he’d read them in his collection of romance manga. 

bakugou left his room and knocked on your door. (he was banging on it, but it was his nice way of knocking.) 

you answered, looking around awkwardly. “yes?” 

his hands shook. how was this supposed to go? sure, he’d seen it in romance movies and read it in books but it was always easy to tell whether the guy would get the girl or not. 

in this instance, bakugou was clueless. for once in his life, he was clueless. you stood, tapping your foot with a hand on your hip, waiting expectantly for him to tell you why he was here. 

“um.” he scratched behind his neck. “you uh- i uh...i’m sorry i called you a, um...a shitface.” 

“okay? is that it?” 

what? come on! it was already unlike him to apologize. what else did you want from him? 

“did you...i’ve been thinking, maybe? maybe we could..train together as...friends?”  

“...what?” 

gosh dammit, as friends? 

“whatever, um...the uh...” oh gosh, what did the boys do in all the books he’d read? right! bakugou stretched out his arm, resting his forearm on the door, leaning to the side. 

although he didn’t, really, because like the clumsy jackass he was, bakugou missed completely and nearly toppled to the floor. 

this earned a snicker from you. 

his stomach flipped and churned, and bakugou found himself unable to reach your eyes. “uh, would you maybe..? okay, um. do you want to go on a date with me? you absolute fucking dumbass.” 

your eyes flew wide. “...what?” 

“no, that’s not what i— i mean i didn’t mean the last part. um, i meant the first part. the first two parts. the part where i was asking you if you wanted to go on a date with me and then before that when i said maybe because it’s still a maybe until you say yes. or...or no because that’s an option too.” 

he swallowed. 

you resisted the urge to mock him, just a little bit. “um, bakugou, listen.” 

he leaned closer. “yes?” 

“it’s going to be a no. i’m sorry, but i’m just not interested in you like that.” 

it took him a moment to register everything. his shoulders sagged. gosh that was brutal. 

“oh, alright.” 

“yeah, uh, sorry about that.” you offered him a weak smile, still a bit shocked yourself. he did his best to return it, and when you closed the door, his face was ready to explode. 

it was so damn difficult to deal with these feelings, but maybe it was better this way. knowing where you stood on your end, he knew he wouldn’t miss out on anything. 

perhaps it was alright to admire from afar. things could happen in the future, right? 

right now, he’d just wait. for a long, long time. bakugou pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. maybe it was alright to not have you right now. perhaps he could better himself for you. just for you. 

[bvnnyjo]

can i get 9 w reiner pls?🤕🫶

no. <3 just kidding bff of course you can

pairing: reiner braun x reader

warnings: reiner n y/n run a couples tiktok acc, hate comments (being mean to y/n), y/n talking bad abt themself but nothing too extreme. very mild. happy ending!

wc: 520

9. "You can't keep it bottled up forever."

You tried to stay strong. To never let anything hurt you, but god it was so hard sometimes. It felt like people only said nice things about Reiner and never about you. That’s one thing that sucks about being so public online, you never really knew what people would say.

The two of you ran one of those cringey couple tiktok pages. You knew it was cringe, but you both found it incredibly fun at times. And you’d gathered quite the following somehow, other people taking enjoyment in your gross couple content. It had its drawbacks, but also was incredibly rewarding.

It was another day of reading the comments and only seeing the negative things.

userxx: reiner is wayy to good for them lol wtf

userxy: reiner break up w them they’re ugly lol!

useryz: why did y/n think this was ok to post…they look awful

Today had already been bad, and the comments were only making it worse. Maybe they were right. Maybe Reiner is too good for you. Maybe you should stop holding him bad and let him go be with other people.

Reiner had been reading the comments too. Blocking people and deleting comments that said anything mean about you. He tried doing it before you could see, but he wasn’t always quick enough to it. He’d try to like the nice comments and reply to them so they’d be at the top, less of a chance for you to see the bad ones. But knowing you, you’d doom scroll through the comments until seeing the ones that made you cry.

He was right, of course. But you’d never admit it.

“Hey, y/n,” Reiner walked into the living room where you sat on the couch, “What’s up? I saw a dumb couple challenge earlier I thought we could do.” He sat next to you, and that’s when he saw the look on your face. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

All you did was shake your head, afraid that if you opened your mouth you may start crying. But he saw right through you, much to your dismay.

“Y’know, you can’t keep it bottled up forever. Eventually you gotta let it out, y/n.” As soon as he placed his hand on your shoulder, the tears started. And they didn’t stop. Not for fifteen minutes, at least.

“People have just been so, so mean lately! I mean why do they have to say that stuff? Do they really believe I’m not good enough for you, or that I’m too ugly?” You sniffed, trying to get your emotions back under control. You hated this, you hated crying and feeling weak.

“y/n, you are more than good enough for me. And if I ever hear the words ‘I’m’ and ‘ugly’ leave your mouth in the same sentence again I think I’ll go crazy,” Reiner put his hand on your cheek to wipe away some of the tears, “I love you. No matter what those stupid commenters say. You’re amazing, and the best partner I could ever ask for.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

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[axekissed]

the way life goes 🦋

I know you're sad and tired You've got nothing left to give You'll find another life to live I know that you'll get over it

THE WAY LIFE GOES - LIL UZI VERT

after a tough breakup and a fight that left you scarred, you reflect on some things.

pairing: bakugo x black!fem!reader warnings: bakugo, cussing, fighting/arguments, mentions of scars and hospitals, characters are 3rd years word count: 1.4k author note: really needed to practice angst! excuse any mistakes. i dont really like this since i feel like it's rushed pls enjoy tho <3

you laid in your bed, staring at the ceiling. the sun was peeking through, slowly making it's way into your bedroom. another sleepless night. you were thinking about him again. you were still in disbelief, you didn't want to believe it, but it happened.

he left you when you needed him the most.

you took in a deep breath. every time you thought about it, it always came to that conclusion. you would retrace your steps to see where you went wrong, how this could've been avoided but no, he truly left you when you needed him most.

you shook your head, tears slowly starting to pour out your eyes. you couldn't face reality. you were still stuck in your fantasy world. where everything was peachy and so sweet you could get cavities.

where did you go wrong? all you wanted to do was protect him.

you closed your eyes. trying to escape deeper into your world of sweet lies. you didn't want to think about it anymore but no matter how much you dug into your mind to slip back into your happy place, you kept hitting that steel wall.

it towered over you, a list of your insecurities and flaws plastered all over it. it was engraved in perfect writing. even the blind could read what was written in that wall.

you shook your head again. trying to loosen the steel wall, but all that did was cause the steel wall to tilt over and crush you. you felt the weight, you felt the cold steel pressed against your scars that covered your once smooth skin. you felt your tears pouring out at an alarming rate.

you were completely crushed. no one was there to help you escape this wall. you didn't want to see anyone. you couldn't bare to face his friends.

"he cares...he just has a way of showing it."

you squeezed your eyes shut. "then why leave me alone..." you choked out, your voice was so weak and tiny compared to the usual upbeat tone. you sounded like a broken record.

"why...why...why"

you brought your hands to your face, only to stop when you saw the remains of what was once so beautiful.

your hands were everything to him. they were soft and delicate, he loved to hold them, kiss them, and press them against his face. you could still feel his surprisingly soft skin against your hands. it was almost as if that was the ONLY thing you could feel now.

your hands were now scarred and battered, as if someone held them and balled them up into pathetic little balls of flesh. a hideous pattern of scars was layered on top of your hands. each scar was ugly and asymmetrical. nothing was pleasing. it didn't make you look cool or confident, it made you look and feel like a an abomination.

you threw your hands away from your sight...but you knew that wasn't enough.

you knew exactly how you ended up here. you were reckless.

everyone was fighting trying to protect each other. that's when you saw him, he was cornered, he told you to stay back and never interfere with his battles but you didn't listen.

you saw his eyes, they were clouded with fear and worry. your reflexes kicked in, you were so stupid.

you shouted out for him, bringing attention to yourself. something you were told multiple times to never do.

you heard multiple voices call out to you, before a flash of light and sudden darkness.

you remember waking up in the hospital. everyone, including him, was hovering over you. you couldn't remember their faces, it was all a blur, all you remember was his. he looked so disappointed and worried. you were not used to seeing that look in his face, he looked as if he didn't sleep in days, his hair was a mess, his eyes were droopy and had terrible bags under them.

the way his eyes lit up when you made eye contact. there was a brief moment of happiness between you both. until his facial features morphed into that angry expression you loved.

but there was no love behind his eyes this time. there was only venom and hatred. if looks could kill, you would've been dead.

it soon became a screaming match between you both, with everyone in the room.

you remember every phrase and every insult he threw your way.

"I TOLD YOU TO FUCKIN STAY BACK!"

"WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE?"

you relived this moment multiple times at this point. those blurry faces from before slowly started to come back, each detail in everyone's face becoming clear. you started to remember how everyone had to hold him back at one point due to how heated he was getting.

"YOU'RE JUST SO..." he trailed off. he looked away from you, a few tears dripped down his face onto his shoes. he wiped them quickly.

the room was silent and tense. his maroon colored eyes met with your (e/c) eyes.

"i can't do this anymore. you're a burden to me."

a sharp ping went throughout your chest.

"you couldn't listen to me just this once. now you're battered and useless. you may as well be quirkless at this point."

you felt your heart beat faster. your sobs were getting louder by the moment.

"you wasted your potential all because you didn't want to listen to me. you're just so stubborn and it almost cost you, your life." his eyes were so stern and...mean.

"i just can't put up with you anymore. goodbye." he turned and walked away after that and he never came back.

you waited days and days for him to visit. everyone reassured you he would be back, but you all knew, he wouldn't come anywhere near you.

you weren't the same to him anymore.

your beautiful face was now marked with a large scar that went from your chin up to your left eye, as if you were todoroki's twin. you lost so much hair you were practically balding at this point. your arms were mangled and a dull shade of your once perfect skin. your legs were still healing, thank god nothing too horrible happened to them. they were the only thing keeping you positive during this time.

it was your body that was making everything worst. you couldn't get into the details. just various stitches and scars that look as if a kid took a marker and went crazy on you.

flawless, perfect, smooth, radiant brown skin ruined. hair that took you YEARS to grow out and care for ruined. your relationship...ruined.

you were soon excused from U.A. you were too battered and useless.

the sun was still creeping up your window. you would've been up at this hour, getting ready for a day at school. you would've taken a few photos to show off your beauty.

you would've been on the phone with mina, planning out your day.

you would've been there earlier than everyone else, you lived so far away and it was the only way to make sure you never get a tardy. bakugo hated when you were late.

you would've met up with bakugo as well, and planned out your 3rd year anniversary. he would get flustered and tell you to quiet down

you would've sat with him at lunch trying to sneak a piece of his food. his cooking was so good, you loved when he brought you a bento. the spices he used, the ingredients everything was just so perfect.

you would've been training with the girls gossiping about uraraka's obvious crush on deku. seeing her pale face turn the brightest shade of red was the funniest thing.

at the end of the day, you would've walked up to bakugo a huge smile on your face as you both walked to the dorms. you would've told him all about your training, and how you were finally coming up with a hero name.

bakugo would only listen, a very small smile on his face.

you would've sat in the common area, braiding mina's hair and talking to everyone about their day and plans for tomorrow.

at the end of the night, you would've walked over to your boyfriend, wrap your arms around his neck and give him a kiss, feeling his much larger hands wrap around your waist.

you would say "I love you."

and he would say "I love you too."

you stared at the torn hero suit that hang in your closet.

you would've.

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[howisavedtheworld]

there is no feeling better than this | tsukishima kei

genre: VERY FLUFFY, like hk tooth-rotting fluff, tsukishima kei x fem!reader, established relationship

warnings: curse words scattered in there somewhere, kei being a total simp for you and helping you bleach (dye??) your hair, other than that i cant think of much! just a really cute late nite moment

a/n: i havent posted in a while so hi its me again heres some fluff <3 fun fact: when i first watched haikyuu in like 2016, tsukki was my favorite character. also pls send requests im running out of scenarios to write abt with my pea brain 

wc: 844

“fuck it, i’m dyeing it.” you announce to kei while soft sounds of morning birds travel through the living room window.

it was an impulse decision: granted, you were running on nothing but adrenaline, having spent the entire night surveying diy hair dye videos with your boyfriend by your side.

he stares at you, eyes skeptical before shaking his head.

“you know, you’ve said that a hundred times.”

“well, this time, i’m serious! and i’ll do it by myself!” you exclaim, walking over the bathroom where the various bottles of store-bought hair dye, bleach and developer are scattered. “in a little bit, you might not even recognize me. mark my words.”

he snorts from the living room couch. “well, if it looks ugly, i’m leaving you.”

you roll your eyes, sliding on a pair of latex gloves to mix the ammonia-scented chemicals together to lather on your head.

you’ll prove him wrong.

at least you thought you would.

20 minutes later, you sprint into the living room, eyes welling with tears of frustration. “kei, i need your help. i can’t see if i’m getting the bleach in the right spots in the back and it’s stressing me out. can you do it, please?”

“oh?” he blinks and pushes his frames up to the bridge of his nose, eyes narrowing.

“what happened to ‘i can do it by myself’?” he mocks you, although getting up to follow you back to the bathroom.

truth be told, tsukishima hates seeing you upset, especially if he can easily salvage the situation. whether it was helping you find the word that was on the tip of your tongue, or zipping up a dress that’d been frustrating you to no end, even if you ask him to fill in the unbleached spots in the back of your head after you previously claimed you could do it without him, he always obliges.

he may never admit it, but he loves the way you praise him afterwards, your lips curving upwards and uttering admiration, your eyes softening while you throw your arms around him in gratitude. he loves every second of it, and does everything he can to see you do it over and over again.

“well, i could do it by myself,” you jokingly lied. “but since you’re here and everything, you might as well give it a shot.”

he huffs, slipping on a pair of latex gloves and dipping the brush into the bowl of bleach.

“whatever.”

you bend your head to offer him better access, and he got a glimpse of you in the mirror.

you’re tapping your foot anxiously with your lip caught in your teeth, and his chest warms at the sight of you, all the nervous habits of yours that he’s familiar with, and all the trust you put in him to make things right again.

“this stuff smells like shit, y’know?” his nose scrunches before he applies the brush on a section.

“ugh, i know, right?” you laugh knowingly, your body slightly shaking under him. “but i’m gonna wash my hair after this.”

he lets out a hum, having always been obsessed with the scent of your shampoo, shoving his face into your hair whenever you hug him or lay on his chest.

“does it hurt?” he pauses, looking down at you. like he expected, your eyes are warm and the biggest smile appears on your face.

“no, no, i’m okay!” you quickly reassure him, pressing a soft hand on his thigh. 

these are the moments tsukishima can never forget: the version of yourself only he gets to see. how your eyes crinkle at the sides and you couldn’t even wipe the grin off your face if you wanted to. to know that he is the only one who can make you feel that way makes him love you all the more.

“done.” tsukishima quickly pulls the latex gloves off his fingers, disposing them in the garbage. his eyes follow you as you carefully wrap a plastic shower cap on your head to seal the bleach.

“alright, 30 minutes and i’ll put the color in.” you turn to face him, a loving smile on your face.

he raises an eyebrow. “what?”

“hmmm…nothing. just thinking about how i have the best boyfriend in the world.”

his cheeks turn a unmistakable shade of pink before he covers them with his lanky fingers, pushing up his frames again.

“oh, shutup.”

you grin, tugging on the fabric of his shirt to pull him towards you.

he almost gives in before he remembers and steps back. “you’re gonna get your bleach on my shirt.”

“shit, i forgot.” you nod before slightly pouting. “..so i can’t touch you for 30 minutes?”

he furrows his brows before slouching to meet your eyes. your eyes widen and he chuckles at the way you bashfully respond to him even after months of dating. 

“nah. i think i can fix that.” he says before pressing his lips on yours softly, feeling you smile against him.

he’s sure that there is no feeling better than this. 

[officialscaramouche]

Can I request an Angst to fluff for Scara? With a hint of jealousy pls.

I’m sorry, Mona for always making u the other woman 😭 I love her I promise but I also love to hate her

pairing: gn!reader x scaramouche (I hope ur not tall bc he isn’t yikes)

word count: 1,382

tw: jealousy, angst, themes of infedelity

You woke up once again to a cold, empty bed. Rolling over to stare at Scaramouche’s side of the bed, you wondered why you still sleep on one side. It’s not like he’d come home to sleep with you anyway, so what would it matter?

Getting up to brush your teeth, his side of the counter looked untouched as usual. This shared bathroom, shared house, was starting to feel more like you lived here by yourself.

No notes as usual, not a reminder that he’d be coming home today or any update on how much longer he’d be working on this project. You understood that Scaramouche’s job was important, and you knew that there would be times when you wouldn’t see him for weeks or months. But whenever the two of you were apart, he was usually in another country. Mondstadt, Liyue, Fontaine, somewhere else. Not like now, when he was here in the same city.

He had warned you that he’d get busier. He told you one night over dinner that the Tsaritsa had given him a big project— planning the capture of the traveler. He complained, saying that he also had to negotiate terms with an outside party about assistance, and how the Tsaritsa double booked him with work. He always hated getting important roles, but he never half-assed his job. His title as the Balladeer came before anyone and anything. He was a hard worker, if nothing else. But you knew this, and you told him that you would make it work but knowing he’s maybe thirty minutes away from you in the same city made it more painful that he didn’t come home.

Was he avoiding you? Did you do something wrong? Did he meet someone else, and simply not bother to break up with you? Maybe he was hoping you’d break up with him and he wouldn’t have to deal with confronting you. Whatever the case, you wished you knew the truth and if he was going to break your heart, you at least want to know the full story.

You packed him a lunch, hoping that he’d have time to step away and share a meal with you. If he hadn’t been coming home, he also wasn’t eating well. He would rather skip a meal or two than fall behind on work, but hopefully he’d make an exception.

When you got there, the agents already knew who you were. Hardly anyone stopped to say hello out of respect, knowing who you were dating. When you got to his office, the agent guarding the room stepped in front of the door— something he didn’t do before.

“Hello, Javert. I’m dropping off Scara’s lunch. Is there a problem?”

“I’m sorry, [Y/N], he’s not taking guests right now. Please see him at another time.”

You stepped forward, reaching for the door. “No, I’d like to see him now.”

Javert put a firm hand on your shoulder and pushed you back. “Please, this is an order from him directly, I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“I don’t care!” You spat, shoving him aside and quickly throwing open the door. “Scara, we need to talk—”

Your eyes met his, along with someone else’s. He sat on the outside edge of his desk, his hand on a woman’s chin— someone you had never seen before. His nose was not even an inch away from hers, a smile on both of their faces. “[Y/N],” he said in surprise, letting go of her chin and gently pushing her aside. “What are you…”

You drop the lunchbox onto the floor. “So this is what you’ve been so busy with, huh?” You bit your lip as it began to quiver, your fists shaking with rage. “This is why you couldn’t be bothered to come home?” Your heart pounded against your chest, the stinging pain too much to bear.

“[Y/N], wait. She’s—”

“No, fuck you! I’ve been waiting for you like a puppy, and you’re fucking around on me? We’re done!”

Kicking the lunchbox across the room, you turn and slam the door closed, Javert looking away to avoid making eye contact with you. You stomp down the halls, agents stopping to look at you. With the way you shouted, you didn’t doubt that everyone here heard you. Some people looked at you then quickly looked away behind you. Others tried to stop you from leaving, as if to beg you to stop and calm down.

It wasn’t until your fingers wrapped around the doorknob did you realize they weren’t looking at you or trying to stop you because not far behind, Scaramouche was stalking down the halls with an ugly scowl on his face. He grabbed your shoulder and spun you around, pressing you into the door. “Do you not hear me calling you, [Y/N]?” He hissed, holding your stare. “This is my workplace, you can’t just come in here and make a scene! Mikhail,” he snapped at one of the passing-by agents. “Open a conference room and escort the astrologist out of my office, please.” You pushed at his wrist holding you still against the door. “Please behave and come with me to my office.”

Back in his office he relieved Javert of duty to try and give the two of you some privacy. You stand by the door, refusing to move closer to his desk where they probably fucked every night, her sweat and come coating the surface. It made you angrier to think about it.

Scaramouche crouched down by one of the shelves as he picked up the contents of the lunchbox. “Thank you for making me lunch,” he said with a chuckle. “Even though I won’t be eating it now.” You didn’t say anything. You just stood there with your arms crossed, tapping your foot angrily. “Baby, please stop being mad. I already told you about her.”

“No you didn’t?! You didn’t tell me shit about some skank!”

He tossed the lunchbox on his desk, pulling his hat off and hanging it on the back of his chair. “Yes, I did. The assistance? She’s an astrologist, she can read the future.”

“So?! Why did you have to put your hands on her then?!”

Scaramouche made his way toward you slowly and deliberately. He extended his arms out to gesture for a hug. “Scare tactics, honey. She knows not to pick a fight in one of our bases. Look, she’s friends with the traveler. I have to make sure she won’t betray us.”

He stood in front of you, arms open and waiting for you to reach out to him. “I don’t like you touching her,” you spit, eyeing him up and down.

“Okay, baby. I won’t touch her again.”

“And I don’t want her alone with you in your office anymore.”

“Fine, you wanna start coming with me to work?”

“Are you actually going to come home?”

Scaramouche raised a brow at you. “What do you mean? I’ve been coming home.”

“No you haven’t! Your side of the bed is always untouched! And your sink, too!”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes and leans into you anyway, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tight. “You do know I only get, like, three hours of sleep right? Because I get home so late and I leave so early.” He cups your cheek, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips. “I can’t sleep without you, [Y/N]. Don’t be silly, you think I like being in this office? I’d much rather be at home, napping all day and getting lectured about the trash.”

You finally relax into the hug and hang your arms over his shoulders, letting him pepper your face and neck with kisses. “You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“Lying is a waste of time. You’d only find out the truth eventually.”

“I guess,” you pout, knowing he’s never been one for lying. “If I ever found out you’ve been having sex in this office behind my back, I’ll—”

“You’ll kill me, I know. Trust me, the papers on my desk are more important than pussy.” He pulled back to look at you, your blush heavy from embarrassment and pout prevalent on your lips. “But if you want to—”

“No!!”

“Okay! Geez, just saying!”

[skycollides]

Okay I’m bombarding you with these😂😂 pls ignore any if you don’t like them and absolutely no preshure or rush, and this isn’t necessarily a plot but maybe just some fluff with ez where he keeps teasing her for how short she is? Idk you can take it wherever you want, i just love the tall short dynamic!!🤗💖💖 thank you so much for having your requests open!!😊

Sorry it took me so long love! I started writing this so often but was never really satisfied.

I hope you enjoy this one. 🧡🧡

Hey Shorty

EZ x Reader

Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes

English isn’t my native language.

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Requests are still open. Feel free to send them in!

Warning: swearing , heartbreak, insecure reader, happy end

Words: 1.417

Being short is not alway easy for you. Everyone keeps teasing you for it since you were a teenager. And when I say everyone I mean everyone - your family, your friends, your colleagues. You always wished to be a little taller. It has been going on for so many years and it still bothers you. It even bothers you when your boyfriend Ez jokes about it or teases you. 

Today was another party at the clubhouse and you didn’t feel like going but you know how much Ez would love to send time with and his brothers you you decide to show up there for some time.

When you reach the scrap yard you see its already packed with people. Your first destination is Ez`s trailer but no luck its locked. So he must be inside the clubhouse you think. Once your inside you look around but don’t see him. Instead you see Angel and make your way over hoping he would know where to find your man.

You tap his shoulder and he turns around.

’’Hey shorty! What are you doing here?’’ he greets you before pulling you in his arms. There it is again the reference to your height.

’’Hey Angel’’ you reply and wrap your arms around him returning the hug.

’’You looking for Ez?’’ he asks you and you nod and let go of him.

’’He left about 20 minutes ago saying he’s heading to your place. Said you don’t feel too well. He wanted to check up on you.’’

’’I guess I’ll be leaving then.’’ you say and and around ready to leave when Angel grabs your wrist.

’’C’mon shorty I’ll walk you out.’’ he says and you look at him annoyed because of the reference to your height and also confused why he would think you weren’t able to walk to your car on your own.

’’I may be short but I’m not a fucking child Angel. I know how to walk on my own.’’ you say a bit harsher then you wanted. Angel stares at you with wide eyes.

’’I’m sorry hermana. I know you’re a grown woman but I’m allowed to be worried. There are other charters here too and not everyone knows who you are I’m just looking out for you u know?’’ he says and you kind of feel sorry for your little outburst.

’’I’m sorry too Angel’’ you say and hug him.

’’Thank you for looking out for me - You’re the annoying brother I always wanted but never had.’’

you say and smile at him. He returns the smile.

’’I feel the same about you little one. Will you tell me what is really going on?’’ he asks you after you let go of him.

’’Would you please stop referring to my hight all the time. I know you don’t think that there is nothing wrong with those nicknames but I don’t like it’’ you say and try to hold back the tears.

Angel stares at you and walks you out not knowing what to say right now. Once you both reached your car he speaks up.

’’Whats wrong with your hight hermana? I think it cute.’’

’’Well I don’t I hate it and I hate that everyone make fun of me all the time and teases me it hurts Angel.’’ your voice breaks during the last part.

’’Why didn’t you just say something - huh? If I had known that before I would have stopped. You’re my brothers fiancé and I love you okay? I don’t wanna see you upset. I didn’t know it would hurt you like this. I apologize. Please tell me the next time something bothers you okay? or someone. I know where to hide a body or two’’ he say and you wipe away the tears.

’’I love you too. Its good to have a brother in law like you - well soon to be. I just didn’t know how to approach it. I’ll keep it mind with the bodies.’’ you say and laugh.

’’Get home to your man now’’ he says and kisses your head before leaving you there.

30 minutes later you reach your house.

Once your inside you see Ez already waiting you in the living room.

’’Where have you been?’’ he asks you since you didn’t reply to his texts.

’’Having a great time with your brother’’ you say and smirk

’’Huh?’’

’’I was at the scrap yard looking for you - Angel told me you had already left. Looks like we both had the same thought here. You hungry babe?’’

’’I could eat.’’ he relies and you decide to prepare dinner for the two of you.

Once you start cooking you see that you forgot one of the spices. Once you find it you get a little frustrated since you can’t reach it. Thats when Ez walks into the kitchen.

’’Need some help shorty?’’ he say while leaning on the doorframe watching your attempts to reach the little box with amusement. He thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world. Little did he know how much it really bothers you.

’’Well not everyone can be a fucking giant you know.’’ is all you say in reply and turn away from him. That’s when Ez knows that something is wrong. He walks over grabs the box with your spices and hands it to you and leaves the kitchen after that. Once you’re done you get two plates and that’s when Ez makes a second appearing in the kitchen.

’’Let the food in the pot I don’t want it to get cold.’’

’’Why would it get cold?’’ you ask him.

’’Because you and me need to talk Y/n. C’mon.’’ he answers you before leaving the kitchen.

Once the both of you sit down Ez speaks up.

’’What’s up baby?’’

’’What do you mean?’’ you ask him.

’’You know exactly what I mean. The little outburst in the kitchen when I called you shorty. Whats up with that?’’

Since you told Angel it looks like it is know time to explain to your fiancé.

’’Well i hate - I truly do hate how short I am and it bothers me that everyone reminds me of it with the nicknames. It bothers me that everyone teases me all the time. I hurts in way.’’ you end your speech shrugging your shoulders and look ant your fiancé waiting for his reply.

’’You should have told me baby. Seriously you should have. I’m your fiancé my main priority is your happiness Y/n.

I love how short you are it’s my favorite thing about you right after your beautiful eyes and your incredible smile.

I love that you can’t reach the things on your own that you need me for that. I love the way I can lay my head on top of yours when we hug. I love the way my shirts and hoodies look on you like a dress. Don’t see it as such a terrible thing. This what what I love about you. Think about that when someone calls you little or short or whatever reference they make about your hight. Let this be a reminder of tonight - a reminder of my love for you and everything about you Y/n.

Ugly weeds grow fast and tall but beautiful lovers don’t remember that my love.’’ he says with a smile on his face and you have tears in your eyes because of what Ez just said.

You get up from the sofa and sit down on his lap looking into his eyes.

’’I never saw it that way. I always connected it to something negative. Thank you for being you Ez.

Thank you for being an amazing fiancé. Thank you for loving me and getting my head straight again when I need it. I love you Ezekiel I love you so much it sometimes scares me. I never thought I could feel so much love for a person but you’re living proof that its possible.’’ you end your speech with wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a long kiss.

’’I’m glad I cloud help my love’’ he says and kisses your nose.

’’I’m really up for the food you promised me darling’’

’’Looks like I gotta feed my man’’ you smile and get up to get the plates for the both of you.

The rest of the night you lay in Ez’s arms and couldn’t be happier to have someone as amazing as Ez in your life.

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[annabethy]

Can you do prompts 2 and/or 7 pls

#2/#7,, morning percabeth snuggles

Percy blinks slowly, his hand coming up to rub at his eyes until his vision began to unblur. The room was still dark, and there was thunder booming outside, nearly lulling Percy back into another sleep.

He shifts slightly, reaching an arm out to curl around Annabeth and pull her closer so that her back rests against him. Even in her sleep, she sinks into him, and she’s so warm that it makes Percy’s heart melt.

He’s almost back to sleep when there’s a particularly loud strike of lightning that shakes their entire apartment. He jerks awake, Annabeth only stirring a little bit before drifting back to sleep. Percy sighs and presses his face into the crook of her neck, knowing that he’s not going to be able to fall back asleep now.

He lifts his head to look at Annabeth’s sleeping form, and as he trails over her peaceful face, as he focuses on the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathes, he falls in love with her all over again. He loves moments like this when he gets to see her in a way that no one else did. He doesn’t just mean getting to see her more often than others, or during sex — he means getting to see her when she first wakes up, and she’s at her softest. It’s getting to see her lazy smile as her eyes blink open and he’s the first person she sees. It’s getting to see her late at night and treasure the way she curls around him, resting her head against his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

Just as Percy runs his hand down her side, kissing her neck, she lets out a long sigh. He can tell she’s awake now from the way her breathing is less even. Her eyes are still closed as she stretches her legs before settling her feet comfortably back between his.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Percy whispers, trailing his lips over her ear, featherlight.

She smiles softly, turning around in his arms, and her face falls a few inches from his. He kisses her nose lightly as his hands spread open over her back now.

“Sleepy?” he asks.

Annabeth nods, opening her eyes for the first time that morning. His breath catches as her eyes lock with his. Five years with her and she never ceases to take his breath away.

“Want to go back to sleep?”

She stretches again, this time extending his arms over his torso for a few seconds before dropping them back between their bodies. She’s really warm and cute, and he can’t help it when he kisses one cheek and then the other.

“No,” she says lightly. “Then I wouldn’t be able to look at your pretty face.”

“You’ve got it all wrong,” he says. “You’re the one with a pretty face.”

“Am I?”

“For sure.” Percy’s lips find their way to hers, catching her in a breathtaking kiss. When he pulls away, he groans, dropping his face back into the crook of her neck. “God, you’re so warm. I could stay here forever.”

“Why don’t we?”

He nudges her with his nose. “That sounds like something I could live with.”

She closes her eyes again, and Percy’s future flashes in front of his eyes. He wants nothing more than to see this view every single morning for the rest of his life. He swears he’s going to marry her one day.

Percy looks her up and down. She’s wearing a pair of plain black leggings, but what catches his eyes is the grey sweater that he has on. It’s one that he’d recognize anywhere. A grin splays across his face as he realizes that she’s wearing his sweater. He contemplates whether or not he should tease her for it. He’d hate to disrupt this delicate scene in front of him, but she looks so cute that he can’t help it.

“Hey,” he says, fingers ticking her back. “I love the sweater.”

Annabeth isn’t even fazed. “This ugly thing?”

“Ouch.”

She looks at him just to fondly roll her eyes. “I found it in the laundry, and I couldn’t resist throwing it on.”

“Well,” Percy says, whistling. “I must say you should wear it more often. It looks good on you.”

“It looks good on me because it’s yours, right?”

“I can see how it would look biased, but you also are just ridiculously hot and look good in everything.”

Annabeth’s cheeks flush subtly. “I look good in everything, huh?”

Percy hums in agreement, grabbing her by the waist to hold her in place as he rolls on top of her. He supports himself by his elbows as he finds her lips again, kissing her deeply until he gets a familiar sigh out of her. “You look good in nothing too,” he says between kisses.

“I already know that,” she teases, but the way she’s breathless weakens the blow.

Percy worships her body with his lips. He presses a kiss to every inch of her face before trailing down to her neck, using his fingers to move the oversized sweater from her shoulder, giving him access to more skin. She squirms under him as he nips at her collarbone, shoving his head away from her roughly. Percy just laughs before moving back up to her face.

“Leave me alone,” she says. “But I love you.”

“You’re annoying.”

Percy stops and stares at her. Laying underneath him, her hair is splayed out on the pillow. The thunder has faded into the background, and nothing existed except the two of them. He needed this moment to never end. “I’m going to marry you someday.”

Annabeth blinks at him for a second before she’s laughing, the most beautiful sound in the world. “Are you?”

“For sure.” He settles back beside her and pulls her into his arms. “You’re gonna be my wife, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“I mean. I could always say no.”  

Percy pouts.

“I won’t though,” she assures. “I love wearing your sweaters too much. They smell like you.”

“You like them because they smell like me? That’s embarrassing.”

She flicks his nose. “Oh, shut up.”

“Do they at least smell good?”

“Eh.”

He blows a raspberry against her neck until she’s squirming.

“I’m kidding,” she says, shoving him away. “They smell like fairies and rainbows.”

He grins, and he kisses her one last time. “You know what doesn’t smell like fairies and rainbows?”

“What?”

“Your breath,” he whispers against her. It earns him a smack upside the head, but he’s still smiling.

“You kissed me!”

“Go brush your teeth, woman.”

Annabeth purposely breathes in his face, and as Percy struggles to get away, he just knows that this is the woman he is meant to spend the rest of his life with.

He has never been more ready.

[toukenramblings]

Nightmares: Yagen Toushirou, Fudou Yukimitsu, Taikogane Sadamune

This is actually very interesting, digging into Sada-chan’s mind like this.

Warnings: Suicide, burns, blood, bodily harm, trauma because Yagen and Fudou have so much. Sada-chan being a sad baby pls hug all of the tantous.

Yagen Toushirou

Yagen’s dreams are full of fire. They’re not of him burning like Honebami’s, but more so of the burning of people he cares for, the people he tries to protect the most. Ichigo, brothers, friends, you his master. Watching them waste away in a fire and there is nothing he can do to save them.

Oh but the ones that hurt Yagen the most are when he can feel himself cutting open the stomach of someone he is meant to protect, organs and blood spilling out on to the ground below. Nobunaga had done so with him once. Gods forbid himself from hurting another like that.

Honnouji haunts him yes, of course it would. The fires, the screams, the pain, the sorrow, the lives he had to end. He awakens with a silent scream whenever that happens, tears budding at the corner of his eyes. He would like to wake up his brother but he is asleep, he won’t want to disturb him.

Then there are the nightmares that center around you, his master. If you and Yagen are particularly close during this time, he imagines himself driving his own blade into your form. His hands against yours, almost leading you into doing the dastardly deed. It is when he is waking up from that nightmare does he come to visit you, making sure that you are alive and breathing. He doesn’t mean to wake you if it happens, but when you do, Yagen will hesitate for a moment.

“Can...I come in?” he would question, and when you do, you two sit in silence for a moment. Yagen doesn’t know what to say, his lips tightened into a straight line, fangs chewing on his lower lip. You can see the bags under his eyes and when you ask what is wrong, it takes a moment for him to answer. “Nightmare.” his words are soft and simple. He won’t ask for much comfort, but your presence is good enough. Maybe he’ll hold your hand and feel your pulse, to confirm that you’re alive. Maybe he doesn’t need words to tell you what is going on through is mind, perhaps a touch is enough.

Maybe in the morning and in the following days, he’ll hesitate to touch you. Maybe he’ll keep an eye out for you, almost terrified whenever something sharp was in your line or vision. Yagen will watch you like a hawk but he wouldn’t want to overstep his boundaries. You know that he is doing this because of his nightmare and when you two talk it out, it’ll be fine in the end. He’ll worry but he knows you can take care of yourself.

Alternatively, Yagen will take a walk to clear his mind. Sometimes he will talk with Ichi-nii, telling him of his worries and his fears. Of his hands against the hilt of his own blade, dragging it oh so slow across the skin of his family, as they scream in horror and terror. 

His shoulders will shake, tears held back, Ichi-nii or one of his other brothers will hold him close, running a hand through is hair and telling him it’s okay to cry.

His sobs are soft as he is, quiet as the morning dew. Shoulders shaking, his heart stopping for a moment. He lets out his cries, his shudders, his fears, hoping that they will be lighter.

Yagen will be fine in the end, sure the nightmares are just that. Nightmares. They won’t hurt him, they are not physical beings that could rend him apart. But it does not change the fact even he fears them.

Fudou Yukimitsu

Fudou doesn’t know if the alcohol he drinks helps bring on the damn things or makes them go away or whatever the hell. He just knows that whenever those damn nightmares come, he wakes up with the most horrendous of screams in his solo room, the scent of alcohol replacing the scent of burning flesh and wood. He’ll immediately reach for the bottle again, hoping to drown out his worries and sorrows.

It’s a cycle. Drinking to forget the nightmares and day-mares that haunt him, of the failure that he is. Those screams and the patronizing chide of Hasebe or other swords, it eats away at him.

If you and Fudou are close, he will wander his way into your room or office, reeking of alcohol but for once not at all super drunk? His head is pounding as you look him in the eyes, red and puffy from crying. Fudou doesn’t know why the hell he’s here, but he just wanted someone to...talk to?

He collapses in front of you, tears fully falling down his face now. It’s heart wrenching to say the least. It’s ugly sobbing, loud and snot everywhere. He clings on to you, to the point fabric may rip. THe only thing you can do right now is to hug his shaking body, rub circles into his back and shush him, comfort him as best as you can. He doesn’t know where to go, who to turn to. Sure Odagumi are an idea but if you two are close, the first person he thinks of is you. 

Fudou would begin to apologize once he had calmed down, apologizing for being so weak, so useless of a sword to you. He would say those through his tears, laughing at himself and his shortcomings. You have to gently wipe them away, assuring him that those are not true. Fudou is Fudou, he is not and will never be useless.

If Fudou does not go to you, the first thing that comes to his mind is the rest of the Odagumi. He’ll stumble into one of their rooms (most likely Hasebe as he has a solo room and he doesn’t wanna disturb the rest of the Toushirous and Samonjis) and will wake him up, sobbing all the while. Hasebe will freeze for a moment, before bringing Fudou into a strange sideways hug. 

Fudou doesn’t know how long he can keep this up. These nightmares of a fire, or of failing the people around him. He wants to be stronger because of this, it hurts him so much that he wants to shrivel up and die like Nobunaga had. A part of him wants to join them, to throw himself into a fire and be with the master he loves - unable to ever return the favor.

The next morning, Fudou is a lot more quiet than normal. If you two are close, Fudou will be almost rivaling Hasebe in staying by your side. Yes Fudou will still be drinking to chase away the nightmares but it’s not as much as he normally drinks. HAsebe will find it odd that Fudou is hovering around you, silently yes, and somewhat still at a distance but Fudou is watching out for you more and he cannot complain.

Fudou will talk about his nightmares to you, or Hasebe, or whomever, but they’re jumbled through is sobs and cries. Give him a minute to compose himself, he’ll be alright in the end but patience is key.

When Fudou has had enough of these damn nightmares, the first thing he will do is barge into your office, a confident yet terrified sort of look on his face, courage in his eyes. “Uh.... Well... You'see, there's something....” pls cherish him im so proud of my baby boi

Taikogane Sadamune

Sada-chan’s nightmares don’t come as often as like Yagen or Fudou. While those two will have them much more frequently, and they are beyond violent, Sada-chan’s creep up on him. They start off fine and then creep into unsettling and terrifying. Yes Sada-chan does wake up with a start and sometimes a scream, with tears streaming down his eyes, but he won’t hesitate to seek someone out.

Like Yagen, he will try not to disturb the rest of the Dategumi sleeping in his room. If you and Taikogane are close during this time, he won’t hesitate to see you out, running into your room or office where you are, knocking on the door - quiet and reserved, different from the norm. When he does enter the room, there is a forced smile to his lips, big and proud - yet not reaching his eyes.

He will plop himself down beside you, silent for a moment, unable to look you in the eye before leaning against you. He will begin shaking lightly during this time, trying to keep his tears in, it won’t look cool if he starts to cry! “Master...am I annoying?”

One of Taikogane’s biggest fears (other than to be forgotten like Micchan) is more or less being a burden to everyone. He is hyper-active, a showstopper, proud of himself, but sometimes he wonder if that’s too much for the people around him. Yes he fears the rest of the Dategumi dying or hurt but Gods forbid the dreams where he thinks everyone hates him. Perhaps it’s a childish fear, but he cannot help but worry about it.

Hug him during this time, gently assure him that you love him dearly (platonic or familial) soothe his worries as much as you can dear Saniwa.

If Sada-chan does end up waking the Dategumi from his screams, they jolt awake immediately. It is Micchan is is awake first then Tsurumaru with Ookurikara very close behind. They will ask what is wrong and though Taikogane will try to play it off, smiling all the while - it is Tsurumaru who brings Sada-chan into his arms first. In a way, they all take turns hugging the boy, calming him down. Kara-chan will give him soft sideways hugs, no teasing for Kuri today, Taikogane more importante. 

Those dreams where everyone leaves him, tells him to his face that he should not be here, or snide comments, they hurt Sada-chan’s pride. He can only bounce back so much after all. His energy is finite despite how boundlessly adorably bouncing he is. He worries that he may be forgotten like Micchan one day, but he worries the most about if he’s annoying or not.

Those are the nights when each of the Dategumi will also take turns cuddling him, rocking him to sleep. Most of the time the duty falls on to Micchan and Tsurumaru, sometimes Ookurikara will do so in his own way - taking Sada-chan out for a walk to clear his eyes and give him some choice words about his worries.

In the morning after and maybe a couple of days after that, Taikogane will be much more subdued. He will be a lil bit more quiet than normal, preferring to stay near you or the Dategumi instead of interacting with everyone else.

But slowly does Sada-chan come outta his shell, the boundless energy he’s known for coming back. He’s doing his best because of the people he loves and the people that love him back!

[bisluthq]

Hey! I'm fairly new here and I have a pretty uncommon take on Kaylor. But I just wanna start off by saying I try my best to be as supportive of LGBT people as possible and if they're both bisexual, then I would be 100% okay with that! I'm not trying to "defend their heterosexuality" or anything, I think that's really weird

Okay, so my personal theory is that Kaylor did happen, but that Taylor and Karlie are both straight. I know that might sound contradictory, but I say this based on my own personal experiences based on how I am with my best friend. I think Karlie and Taylor's relationship might have been similar in some ways to ours

Right, so I'm straight and I'm not into women in the gay kind of way (but it's completely cool that some girls are), and I have this roommate who's gorgeous. Really gorgeous, she's like a 10/10 "I would sell my kidney to look like you" kind of girl. She's very attractive, she has like tan skin and long legs and gorgeous brown hair and pretty eyes and nice lips and just like… she's just very good looking. I'm definitely jealous of her body, I won't even pretend I'm not 😪 I lowkey hate her because of it (jk)

We've been living together since not long before COVID started, and we're very good friends. There were three of us before, but our other roommate went back home to stay with her parents until in person classes are back on and we agreed to it and worked something out because she has really bad anxiety so we understood her reasoning for it

Anyway so it's just been us two and because we've been at home a lot during this time instead of out for most of the day like before, we've gotten to know each other a lot better and have become a lot closer. We were already friends from before, but now we're like super close besties, we've been hanging out a lot together and playing board games, watching movies, helping each other with essays, just having long conversations about anything and everything, etc

Like it's been so nice having a best friend that I can be this close to now because I haven't had a best friend since I was a kid

So my friend and I were having like a conversation last year about how hard it's been in quarantine not being able to go on dates and how we miss kissing people, and so we decided to just like, make out for fun you know. I mean, there's not really anything that's inherently romantic or sexual about making out, that's just society that says that. But tbh I think making out with your friends if you want to should be normalized, it's fun and it can even be emotional sometimes. It's not that different from hugging people

After a couple of weeks or so, I think we got bored of just making out with each other and decided to like, fully hook up. It started off because we were modelling lingerie for each other for banter and were pretending we were each other's runway judges and then I think we just decided to hook up with each other as like part of the whole "game". I can't remember who initiated it now, I think it might have been me as a joke lol

Like just in a platonic way for fun, as a kind of substitute until we can go back into society

And tbh I always expected hooking up with a woman to be like mediocre and boring and awkward, but although it was a bit hard to get the hang of at first and there was a learning curve, it's actually very enjoyable. Like I was very surprised actually at how hot it can be, I think I can maybe see why bisexual women and lesbians like doing it

Anyway we both liked it and we just carried on hooking up on the regular and it's been like 8 months now and tbh I just think it's very sweet and heartwarming, like it actually makes me feel a little emotional how we're close enough and care about each other enough that we can even help each other out with the physical intimacy side of things so that we don't get sexually frustrated while we're stuck in lockdown

I just think it's really cool and we even sleep in the same bed most of the time now because tbh what's the point in sleeping alone when you can sleep in the same bed as someone else? It's nicer, like you can cuddle and stuff

Anyway, I think that maybe Kaylor's relationship might have been similar. I think they're both straight but they became really close friends in a short space of time, and that their friendship was so intense that it became physical but in a platonic way

I think lesbians and bisexual women are amazing and I have so much respect for you guys for accepting yourselves in a society that tries to erase you, and I think there definitely needs to be more wlw representation on TV and in movies

But at the same time, I would also like there to be more close female friendships like the one that me and my friend have where you can just talk about everything together and do things that society usually reserves for romantic partners, but in a platonic way. Because female friendship is really important and beautiful, whether that's between straight women like me and my friend who I think is probably straight too, or between queer women because one thing I've learnt during my short time on this blog is how queer women can have very close platonic friendships with other queer women too

I think society just has overly strict ideas of "straight" and "gay". Like for some people, they would hear about two women sleeping together and think "Oh that's gay", but not necessarily because straight women can enjoy sleeping with other women too, like it's normal 🤷‍♀️

I think it's just a result of women being a lot more physically beautiful than men are, like straight women really got the short end of the stick tbh compared to straight men

I also think it's because women are so oversexualized in the media, and obviously straight girls see that too and so we sort of internalize that attraction to women because we're so used to seeing women being presented in a sexual way? Except it's not real attraction with us like how it is for queer girls

Like I'm very much "attracted" to my friend, she's genuinely stunning and just very hot tbh. But I still identify as straight because it's just a case of what I mentioned above, it's a "fake" attraction. And also because men are afraid to compliment other men because it's seen as "gay", but women can be fully confident in their sexuality and still recognize other women's beauty and sex appeal. You see it all the time in instagram comments, and I really love how we're all so supportive of each other like that

Like I can be fully confident in my sexuality and yet still say that some women like my friend are gorgeous as hell and also 100 times better looking than most men I've seen. I'm very much obsessed with some women's appearances but in a platonic way

And I just love the concept of "girl crushes" and I think that from a feminism viewpoint, it's beautiful that we're focusing on other girls and showing love towards other girls too, instead of just to men who, let's be real, don't even fully appreciate it half of the time

I am going to be sad when we all have to return to life as usual and my friend and I won't be able to spend as much time together anymore. I'm dreading it tbh, I don't want it to end yet. And it really sucks that the physical side of our friendship will probably have to stop too once our other roommate comes back because I think she'd definitely misunderstand the situation and think it's something different than it actually is if she ever saw us kissing or something. I really am going to miss it a lot though, I really like how things currently are and it's just really really nice and I don't want it to change :/

Btw I'm sorry if I sounded fetishistic or offensive with any of this, I just get a bit jealous sometimes that you guys get to date girls and we're just stuck with men. Honestly if it wasn't for all of the homophobia and the struggles that you all have to face and the fact that it would feel disrespectful to the LGBT community, I would probably really wish I could change my sexuality to be bisexual or gay instead because I just think women are better. Sometimes I really do wish I was into women in that way because dating girls just sounds so much more appealing to me (in a non fetishizing weird way) but unfortunately I'm stuck with dating men 🤦‍♀️ But I also know I'm lucky and privileged to be straight even though most men are mediocre and kinda gross and I don't mean to be disrespectful because I know you all have to face homophobia and other LGBT difficulties and it really sucks, people are awful. There's nothing wrong with women dating women or men dating men at all, society is just ugly and bigoted

Anyway, does anybody else have a similar sort of take on Kaylor where they think they could have both been straight and just had a very close friendship with a physical side to it? I think it would explain a lot. But like I said, this is just a theory of mine based on my own situation, and I'm also open to the idea that it was an actual relationship and that they're both into women for real, not just fake "into women" like I am.

Also pls feel free to call me out if I accidentally said anything offensive towards LGBT people, I tried my best but if I made a mistake anywhere pls let me know and I'll avoid it next time!

You’re not offensive. Please stop apologizing. And we’re gonna come back to the Kaylor stuff another time because... Honey. You and I need to have a conversation for a bit.

So firstly, I’m not trying to like “diagnose” you and at the end of the day it’s your choice what you want to call yourself but... tbh you might not be straight. Sexuality is fluid not static and exists on a spectrum not in absolutes. It’s not like it’s straight, 50/50 bi, gay and you’re born knowing and there’s no room for anything else. That’s not true. There’s a lot of room in between all of these and labels can change over time. We’re people, not cereal brands, and sometimes we don’t even KNOW the word for what we might be. I’m tagging a tag for you from when we asked people to share their label journeys for you to see. It’s not simple or easy and it’s not just because of external stuff - it’s because figuring this out internally is HARD. If you found yourself having such an intense friendship it became physical, repeatedly, you liked it a lot, you still sleep in the same bed and continue to share all your thoughts and you don’t want any of that to end... I’m not sure you’re Kinsey 0. And I think you might lowkey have a girlfriend dude. 

You can obviously prefer men but like... hun I reaaallly don’t think you’re completely straight.

Also: it’s okay to say “I see myself winding up with a man and this is a situationship for right now!” but that doesn’t make you straight because again, sexuality is a spectrum and you can manifest a particular kind of endgame while experiencing other things along the way.

But here’s where you really got me: “most men are mediocre and kinda gross” and “women being a lot more physically beautiful than men are, like straight women really got the short end of the stick tbh compared to straight men” because that’s the kind of thing I used to say in my Bi 1.0 era before I ID’d as a lesbian for a bit and before Harry Styles (KING 🥺) made me bi for real. Hun, no. Straight women like men. Tbh BI women like men. I genuinely, unironically, find Harry and Timmy and Matt Smith to be sexy beasts and I would do dirty things to the former two but maybe not the latter irl in 2021 but yes also him if I could be on that Spain trip with him and Karen where they got sloshed and which I think of often. These men are genuinely fucking beautiful to me in the same way Taylor is and Di Silvers is (okay she’s prettier than all of them but like same ~vibe) and like Megan Thee Stallion is and Indira Varma in everything but especially GOT and Gillian Anderson and Keira Knightley. Like those women are HOT to me and SO. ARE. THE. MEN. 

Straight women find SO MANY DUDES hot. So many. Starting from objectively pretty options I just cannot personally understand like Chris Evans all the way through to bitches who are outchea simping for wrestlers and Cole Sprouse. Do I understand? No. But like... that’s straight girl culture and ours is not to judge. 

If you’re struggling to find men hot then... you might be gay.

Also, I’m not sure what you mean by “fake attraction”. Like queer women - especially femme women which I assume you very much are - experience the same kinds of feelings straight girls do. We have women we want to be like and look like and find enviable (me and Oenone Forbat) and women we find aesthetically gorgeous (me and Anya Taylor Joy) and we have extremely close female friends who we can spend hours on end spilling our guts to - as you say female friendships are truly special - and without going into personal people that you don’t know, that’s me and Cam and Sim right? I literally talk to them for hours. Like those are not gay feelings. And yes we can chat about those kinds of feelings with straight girls and call them “girl crushes” and not immediately get “caught out” because they experience this exact shit too.

But here’s the thing. They never do and I don’t want in the cases above to fuck these women. It’s not sexual.

The moment I can actually imagine fucking the women in question that’s... gay. 

Like it’s not “fake attraction” it’s literally just gay. That’s how we desire women. We want to fuck them. Not all women. Not always. But sometimes we want to get under or on top of one and just really truly fucking make each other moan with pleasure.

I have no idea if Karlie or Taylor are into women. They could both literally be straight. I have no idea.

But I have a better idea about you.

Hun, you’re fucking your roommate/best friend and don’t want to stop.

You’re not “into women”.

You’re into this woman.

And possibly into women more generally.

So I know it’s weird to have to be the one to tell you this, and if you want to keep chatting via anon or in my DMs or if you want me to try collate resources for you from around the web but...

Like.

Dude.

You’re a whole ass part of the rainbow.

Welcome to the community you thought you weren’t a part of earlier today 🌈 ❤️

It’s nice here, sure there’s homophobia, but at least we get to fuck girls and man is it good.