#and i couldnt even get a word in bc i keep trying to tell him that im not under that service or im not on the meds

[subskz]

omg thinking ab making felix, lino, or chan squirt.. i'm not okay

what a fun trio hehe each of their reactions would be so cute in its own way 💓

channie always tries to take everything you give him like a good boy no matter how worn out he might be, so if you decide to keep going for multiple rounds, he’ll be more than eager for you to use him to your heart’s content <3 even when he’s sweaty and panting and spent he still nods obediently when u ask if he’s ready to go again…but what he doesnt anticipate is how after countless orgasms, the next one u draw out of him is the strongest yet…no matter how willing his mind is, his poor body just cant keep up now that youve milked him dry </3 he would be absolutely mortified once his foggy mind realizes why he feels like he’s cumming more than usual and why it feels so weirdly intense. the moment he processes it, he’s burying his burning face in his palms, squeezing his legs together in a useless attempt control himself, half-moaning, half-wailing in embarrassment…he apologizes like crazy afterwards, pouting when u wont let him help clean up his mess bc he’s completely exhausted and needs to rest after you pushed his body to its limit like that 💔 he definitely wouldnt be able to look you in the eye for a few days after without going completely red hehe but it turns him on all over again to remember it

i think of the three, lix would be the one who actually hopes to make it happen on purpose…curious lil kitty wants to know what it feels like, even if it’s a lil embarrassing <3 he’d beg you to keep going once you’ve made him cum, even when his body is writhing around from hypersensitivity he’d keep pleading w the cutest, high-pitched whimpers for you to overstimulate him right into another climax. it hits him hard and fast and before he knows it he’s spraying everywhere and letting out sounds you’ve never heard him make before…he’d definitely get a lil shy once he sees the aftermath but mostly you’ve got a giggly ditzy blissed out baby to take care of now bc it took a lot out of him, but felt so good that he’s just floating on cloud nine! i think he’d be especially clingy afterwards, gazing up at you w the biggest hearts in his eyes bc of the ways you’re able to work his body n bring him pleasure that he couldnt even dream of bringing himself~

lino is getting edged bc…of course he is 🙏 poor kitty is extra huffy and impatient today bc he didnt even do anything this time for u to be so mean to him. the only way to ever get him to do any work is when you deny his orgasm, n before he even realizes it he’s grinding down on your strap out of frustration, whining for you to just let him cum already. but you just shush him and pin his hips to the mattress, promising that it’ll feel even better for him if he bears w it <3 he’d definitely try to get his way by mouthing off but the more you bring him to the brink of his climax the more difficult it gets for him to do anything but babble desperately for you…the moment he finally gives in and whimpers the magic word so sweetly, you rub ur thumb in quick circles over the head of his dick and tell him to let it all out like a good girl 🥰 suddenly lino is cumming harder than he ever has in his life and even as he squirts all over his tummy he doesnt process what happened until well after he’s come down from his high…he would be humiliated out of his mind, even moreso than channie bc not only is he embarrassed abt his body reacting like that, he’s also embarrassed that he was so into it. he brushes off all your teasing w a huff but he definitely spends a long time thinking abt it afterwards and tries to figure out how he can ask u to do it again without looking too desperate

[strwberri-milk]

Hallos!

Would you please write Diluc or Kaeya. They see their lover dance in the rain, and their lover finally sees them. Their lover offers them to dance with them if they'd like.

TYSM. Btw your writing is so smooth, the words just seem to flow.

thank you!! the writing flows probablyl bc i black out when i write LMAO jkjk but i do try to enter a flow state to just get everything out which is why. i have weird errors i never catch lol also where i work i gotta go outside a lot and the other day there was a massive storm and me and my friend decided to just go fuck it and walked back in the storm bc here there's no guaruntee the rain will lighten up and we didnt wanna get trapped on the island where we were at the time and came back up to the main store just. soaked. it was awful i couldnt even wear my shirt anymore

Diluc, as per usual was caught up inside with some work. With the heavy rain he knew his work as the Darknight Hero would be severely impeded so he wasn't planning on going for a patrol this evening, leaving him more time to spend with you. He was just trying to finish his paperwork at this point for the day so he could spend the rest of the evening with you without worrying about anything else.

You had found a way to entertain yourself without Diluc, hearing the slight roll of thunder in the distance and preoccupying yourself with a small impromptu picnic on the steps to the manor while you waited for the rain to come down.

In about an hour Diluc heard the sound of raindrops hitting against the ground. The rain was slight and barely coming in so he decided to keep his window open for the fresh air to come through, almost missing the sound of your laughter on the ground.

He stuck his head out, trying to look for you when he saw you just happily dancing around in the rain. You were singing to a song in your head, swaying to the beat you imagined as the rain comes down. It didn't drown you out with how soft it was coming down, but he was getting worried that you'd get cold from being outside and wet.

Diluc was about to call out to you when you looked up and met his eyes with a huge smile. He couldn't tell you no now with how happy you looked. Instead, he comes down and opens the door, watching from the doorway as you skip around.

He should have expected you to march right up to him, pulling him under the rain and making his already unruly locks even worse. He sees the curling up as you pull him around to the number you've made up, sighing good-naturedly before pulling you into his arms.

You're a little surprised until you feel the heat of his body get a little warmer, the slight glow of his vision telling you that he was using it to keep you warm. His arms wrap around your waist, making you slow down to the rhythm of a smooth waltz and keeping you there, nice and cozy. Now, the two of you can dance as much as you want to without Diluc having to worry about you freezing.

Kaeya was inside trying to make some dinner. You were supposed to be running some errands for him when he discovered some of the ingredients he wanted to use were missing. Thankfully they weren't anything too major but he was hoping that he could have them in a timely manner to ensure everything tasted as perfect as he wanted it to.

He didn't expect to hear the door open for just a split second, groceries getting plopped onto the ground before you run out of the house again. He goes to investigate what you're trying to do, seeing you laying in the grass for a bit as the rain just starts to come down.

Curiously, he continues to watch what you'll do as the rain comes down harder, cringing a little as he realises it's taking you a while to get up. Hopefully, you don't track too much mud into the house later, but if this is how you want to have fun he's not going to stop you.

When the rain starts to pour a little you finally get up, practically frolicking around the yard as he recognises you dancing around. He smiles to himself, still watching from the safety of the inside of the house as he hears the sound of your muffled laughter.

it takes you a while but you finally notice that he's just been watching you for the last little bit. When he doesn't make a move to come outside with you you pout a little, gesturing for him to open the door. When he finally does, you continue to motion for him to come outside, Kaeya doing so a little hesitantly. He just doesn't like the feeling of wet clothes if he can help it, at least able to slip on some waterproof boots.

You try to get him to dance with you, taking his hands in yours as he follows your slightly erratic movements. He's just trying not to accidentally use his vision, thinking that accidentally giving you hypothermia would not be fun in the least.

After his initial reservations are assuaged, he pulls the most romantic moves. He kisses you softly in the rain, twirling you around before pushing your body into a deep bend. You swear if he weren't there to catch you you'd just fall onto the ground.

His strong hold keeps your body afloat as the two of you dance, Kaeya whispering the sweetest things he can muster as you keep each other warm in the chill of the rain.

[veryinnovative]

hi my beloved <3 sliding into ur inbox with flowers and puckered lips.. giving u a lil kiss..

can i have number 67 for the drabble thing?? pretty please?? i don't care much about the ship, so it's ur choice !! i just know im gonna eat it up <3

(and them doing the devils tango is . also up to u . if it happens then it happens i definitely won't complain MWAH)

<3333 kissy you. also @static-radio-ao3 also sent me 67 but for jeggy so ur both getting it. i wasn't feeling devils tango for this one. also Oh my god I am so bad. I lost muse towards the end I’m so sorry so it just. Stops Abruptly. Anyone who is reading this…Forgive me…It was supposed 2 be short. Anyways Regulus was moody bc James didn’t kiss him during breakfast which is Very routine and then James forgot smth important, I cant come up with what he couldv forgotten to make reg mad, and bc I couldnt figure it out I immediately lost the will to write but I was alrdy at 500 words and didnt wanna start over

“Of all the people I could’ve gotten stuck in an elevator with,” Regulus starts, sounding almost petulant when his attempt to come across vicious falls flat—feebly—in the space between them, “and it just had to be you.”

“Calm down there, don’t sound too excited about it,” the voice just an arm’s length away from him snorts, belonging to none other but his boyfriend of three years.

Regulus shoots him a scathing glare, one which is received with a lazy, taunting, almost self-complacent ‘you-will-get-over-this-fairly-soon’ brand of James Potter smiles. The very one that never fails to drive to the brink of madness. Interpret that however you’d like.

He doesn’t dignify the remark with a response. Instead, he keeps pressing the button, persistent even after the kind, soft-spoken Anette assured them that the issue would be resolved soon no longer than five minutes ago. Despite this, Regulus continues to repeatedly jam his thumb into the first level button, as if perseverance alone could rescue him from his predicament.

“That’s not going to do anything,” James huffs.

Regulus ignores him. Keeps pressing.

“Maybe if you press it a hundred more times?”

Regulus. Keeps. Pressing.

“Fine, a thousand?”

Regulus. Keeps. Fucking. Pressing.

“Oh, are we playing the ignore game?”

“I’d rather play the ‘who can be quiet the longest’ game. You should try it sometime,” Regulus grits out, now keeping his thumb pressed to the button.

That is, until a sudden weight leans against him, pressing him against the wall, face smothered by a broad chest (very unsexily) and the faint smell of their shared fabric softener. 

“James—” Regulus garbles.

“You’re grumpy and won’t tell me why. So now, I’ve gotta guess.”

It’s a futile attempt, but Regulus still tries to free himself. He should’ve seen this coming, truly. Their current position is not any different from when James sprawls himself over Regulus, effectively caging him in when he’s hellbent on delivering the silent treatment.

“Let’s see,” James murmurs. “Is this because I hogged the blankets at night?”

You always hog them, Regulus thinks.

“So that’s a no,” James confirms. “Is this because I didn’t squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom?”

Again, a common occurrence.

“Is it because I didn’t manage a Sunny-Side Up and—” the words stagger off into a sudden silence, disrupted by none other than Regulus’ stifled grumble.

“Hm?” James hums. “What was that, baby?”

“Before,” Regulus begrudgingly admits, face still swallowed by James’ sweater. “It was before that.”

“Before,” James repeats. Regulus can feel the calloused skin of James’ fingertips following the curve of his ear shells, undoubtedly dusted pink from the sheer embarrassment. “Was it also before the bathroom?”

Regulus shakes his head.

“So during breakfast?”

A nod. 

There’s a brief stretch of silence, filled with nothing but the mechanic sounds of their breathing and the distant clamor of what Regulus assumes to be the handymen working away with a control panel located on one of the odd floors.

Finally, “Okay, something I said or did?”

“Both,” comes the immediate reply.

[burnedwriter]

‘’i will show you the difference between me and the military’’

warnings:!afab reader,rough bj,eating out,making out,floor s*x,mild bondage,cursing,teasing,edging,blindfolded,enemies to lovers,subtle flirting,knifeplay?,fingering,petnames,mild interrogation.

backstory:the reader and philip hate eachother due to some things that happened in the past,but what will happen now that they finally meet face to face after the incident

A/n:had to censor some words bc i dont want my fic to get community labeled again,im not responsible for what people read.

'‘dont fucking touch me!’‘ you yelled at the guard pushing you.

‘‘then move’‘one of the guards yelled back at you,continuing pushing you with brute force.

You hear what seem to be a door opening as you are getting dragged into the room,the guards forcing you to sit on the chair,removing the bag that was keeping you blindfolded,you saw one of the guards tie your hands behind you while the other one tied your legs on the legs of the chair,before both of them exited the room,leaving you alone in the small room,you were able to to take a look around trying to find a way to escape

When suddenly you see the door swing open and to your unpleasant suprise there he was commander philip graves.

‘‘hello sweetheart’‘ he said with a sly smile on his face.

You felt your body get taken over by anger,you hated his guts with a burning passion,his fake charm that made millions fall for,even your superiors fell for it,you had a bad feeling from the start that something like this was going to happen from the start but it was already too late,when you realized his betrayal

‘‘so you are choosing to stay silent’‘he said pressing his lips together in frustration

‘‘i see how its going to be’‘

he moved closer to you now standing infront of you,before reaching for his knife that was resing inside the holster,pulling it out and toying with it giving you small threatening hints. he was good with his hands you stared at them when he played with the blade,making you wandered how his finger will feel inside of you,sadly you got rudly awakened from your little daydream by the cold blade on touching your neck,while you were caught up  on your daydreaming you didnt notice that he changed his position.

‘‘if you dont start talking right now, i will show you the difference between me and the military’‘pressing the knife against the tender skin of your neck,threatening you to talk

‘‘fuck you graves,im not telling you shit,not after what you did and do you really think a knife is going to scare me ’‘you spat out,taking some glimpses of his face from behind you from time to time

he was an attractive man you couldnt lie to yourself that you fantasized about him fucking you mercilessly before,afterall you had to worked together for a long time before he betrayed you.It wasnt the first time you eyed him like that

‘‘dont let me do this sweetheart, i dont want to kill you’‘ his voice low and raspy,did he really felt bad about hurting you,did he really hate you? or did he actually like the little game you two had going,all those question circling around your mind but they were quickly answered when he capped your face turning it to the right as he connecting his soft lips with yours,while still keeping the knife with his left hand showing you who is in charge.

The kiss depend between the two of you turning into a small make out session as a small warm feeling started to grow in your lower abdoment,leaving you wanting more,but removing his lips abraptly from yours to catch your breaths,moving in front of you,you could visibly see that you werent the only one that got excited ,his hard cock showing through his cargo pants,his size making you lick your lips.

‘‘you see what are you doing to me’‘he purred without breaking eye contact with you,as he started to unbuckle his belt,freeing his cock.

‘’you know what to do ‘’Slapping your cheek with his cock,you pressed your lips on the head of his cock as you slowly started taking him deeper into your mouth making you gag a bit

‘‘hmmm’‘ he let out a low groan at the warm sensation of your mouth,as you started to slowly bop your head back and forth,looking up at graves.

Trying to tease him a little bit you swirling your tongue at the head of his cock,making him jolt his hips.Getting impatient from your painfully slow pace his hand snaked at the back of your head,making the pace to a faster one,now fully facefucking you.Your eyes started to tear as you chocked on his cock,afterawhile you started to feel him getting close to his argasm as his cock throbed in your mouth but before he could finish,he pulled you away,denying his own orgasm,you tried to catch your breath,whilst putting himself back in his pants for the moment.

‘‘i didnt know you liked it rough’‘he remarked,looking down at your pants he could see a wet spot that has formed.

‘‘ think i should leave you like this’‘he teased

‘‘graves please’‘you begged desperetly

‘‘fine...but if i see you doing anything stupid i wont hesitate to kill you’‘he said cutting the ropes,freeing you from the restrains and putting the knife back to the holter

You moved yourself closer to the edge of the chair and unbuckled your own pants,you lifted your hips so he could help you slide them off completly,he wrapped his arms around your hips as you place your legs over his shoulder to balance yourself,with him between your legs you felt his hot breath against your cunt teasing you giving, you a taste of your own medicine.

‘‘come on philip~’‘ you whined

‘‘what happened i thought you like teasing’‘he said poking fun at your begging.

Finally placing his tongue on your clit,he drew slow circle around it,teasing you more

‘‘philip~’‘begging him to stop his teasing

‘‘whatever you say sweetheart’‘

He moved his tongue up and down ,from your hole to your clit,sending goosebumbs down your spine

‘‘ah~’‘biting your lip not wanting him to hear your moans

‘‘dont hide your pretty voice away from me’‘

Picking up your juices with his middle finger and slowly inserting it inside you,you jolted forward feeling your walls being parted as you desperatly grippping the head of the chair. inserting another one,he started fingering you at a slow and steady pace to later becoming a faster and rougher one

‘‘Ah~ngh~’‘you moan unable to contain yourself anymore from the pleasure he was giving you

‘‘thats what i like to hear’‘philip cooed,sucking on your neglected clit,while his fingers never slowing down,you felt yourself closer and closer to your climax but before you could finish,philip removed his mouth away from your cunt,edging you

‘‘f-fuck~’‘you groaned in frustration

‘‘you didnt think i will let you finish this quickly,did you,sweetheart’‘he taunted,wiping his chin

‘‘lay down on the floor for me ,sadly our clothes will have to do for now’‘he commanded both of you placing your clothes on the floor trying to make a makeshift bedding so you could lay down.

Getting on top of you,he started to rub the tip of his cock on your cunt coating it with your wetness before entering you with one slow thrust all at once,making your back arch in the sensation.He waited for you to get adjusted to his size before starting to roll his hips in a lazy pace

‘‘stop teasing me already for fuck sake’‘you hissed and with that,he changed his lazy pace to a brutal one at your complain,mercilessly fucking your hole

‘‘i wanted to fuck you for so long,ever since i saw you’’he panted, mercilessly fucking your hole

‘‘bet you would’‘you breathed out

Both of you chasing your climax,the room was filled with your moans and the sound of skin slapping,you hope that there werent any guards outside unfortunate enough to hear them

‘‘Philip~i-im close,d-dont you dare e-dge me’‘ you pleaded,with the last bit of breath you had not wanting him to edge you once again

‘‘come on baby come on’‘he praised,as he fucked into you

one last thrust and your walls flattered around his cock,cumming all over him

Trying to catch your breathes Gravespulled out of you and helped you get up from the ground as the two of you started to get dressed

‘‘I didnt know you liked me to the point were you wanted fuck me,i thought you hated my guts as much as i did your’‘you commented with a smirk

‘‘i guess afterall,it was bound to happen’‘he replied

‘‘but dont think that i will be easy on you,you are in my base now’‘it sounded like a promise more than a threat but until then only time will tell

[thatdeadaquarius]

*casually slides into asks*

The Creator having to be taught the language of Teyvat, except they don't realise that each country has their own seperate language and so they are just mixing and matching phrases from each of the languages and no one has any idea what they are saying

*slides back out of asks*

Hello hello my regular customer 💃

Before u slide out, have a cookie for the road! 🤲🍪

Ok but this would actually happen to me

Im partial to the headcanon that theres a trade language in Teyvat, but each country has their own native language, w/sub-dialects too (i think thats the word?)

Just like what u said basically, bc like what if they dont have the trade one 💀 it rlly is just diff languages and im just over here like 😃🗨👋

(Gif is u in the center trying to talk to other people on the sides lol)

Srry if uncreative or kinda a flop i am not a fountain of ideas as much as i wish to be😔🙏

This may be only funny to me...

But i did my bestest for you beloved regular <3

Also u didnt ask for this but u got it anyway LMAO <3

(sorry if i accidentally start callin u xiao pfp i couldnt find a name to call u by)

Ok but like?? Was anybody gonna tell you???

Or like r u so incomprehensible now bc youve mashed all their lingos together that they dont even recognize any of their languages anymore 😭😭???

Yall ever heard that meme sound that has like music playing in the background and its just a loop of a guy saying "..HuH?..HuH?...HuH?"

^^^Everyone else trying to understand you

..

...

.....?

WAIT A MINUTE ?!%

OH GOD OH NO PLEASEEDA@!?

I HAD THE WORST THOUGHTTT!!!!

DO U JUST SOUND LIKE A SIM TO THEM??!!!

😰😰😰😰🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲💀💀💀

CRYINGSOBBING

I CANNOT ESCAPE THIS INTRUSIVE THOUGHT PLEASE NOOOOO JDIOOALLFJSLAFQ

IM ACTUALLY LAUGHING ANDBCRINGING PLEASE -> GOD WALKS AROUND SOUNDING LIKE A SIM TO THE REST OF TEYVAT STOP

♧

Ok but so many people r trying so hard to teach u their language more fully so u can commit to one at least

(Off the top of head, Thoma, Tighnari but if u keep mixing them more and more even on accident he gets too frustrated and accepts it lmao, Amber, Ningguang she wants ur first teyvat lang. to be Liyuean so bad, Kazuha just wants to genuinely understand u and you understand them aw what a sweetheart, Ei once again a person who wants u to learn Inazuman first lol, Zhongli, Jean, Ganyu, Alhaitham but he'd be a terrible teacher i can see it now, Ayato, Ayaka, Gorou, Yae Miko just so u can actually read her novels abt you + have bragging right lol)

..

...Its not really working

Which makes sense tbh, at least to me, bc i sure as fuck couldnt initially hear a big difference between Portugese v. Spanish, Korean v. Japanese etc.

Until i like, kept hearing it over and over and finally got it

(it was easier to differentiate between them on paper than auditorily?? auditorally?!? aUDITORIALLY??!! GODAMMIT IS THAT EVEN A WORD)

.

But I could totally see their languages just all sounding really similar to you, or like, theres some bits and pieces from each lang. that mimic others (pantalones Spanish = pants English for example, and its like all u catch are the "pant" sound so ur like?? Ok so same language right? Hence the mix and match)

♤

So this happens on the daily these days,

U r still going and seeing people,

But nobody has managed to communicate to you that its all different languages lol 🤭

Like this below, happens all the time ⬇️

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Ur having dinner w/ Kamisato clan bc ofc they wanna welcome u!! :D

And Thoma's there, and yall r at the Teahouse, Thoma just got out the hotpot (oh god🤢 ...wait is that you now, r u just like Venti saying oh Barbatos...?)

And they just started dinner but its already a problem w/ur ass LMAO

.

Thoma: "What do you want to drink Our God?"

You: "Ahfs kal aldsplease give me ahdhai?"

Thomas face just like "...😶🙁 oh no" HAHA

Ayaka trying to help him,

"Please repeat that Your Grace?" 😅

You, again lol: "I would dhkaied that aifjwe please :)"

U sound like a SIMMM TO THEMM 😭😭

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Utter fail poor Ayaka is at a loss for once,

they're trying so hard to be polite and you havent even gotten a drink yet let alone the meal lmao,

Poor Thoma is struggling, hes just like,

"Um, uh, this one??" All worried bc now hes gotta point to the pitchers one by one until u either point or nod

AND THE REST OF THE DINNER IS JUST THAT SITUATION OVER AND OVER

U give up and just start nodding or pointing for food or napkins or drinks all like, "Oh wow my accent must be heavy today 😀🤷‍♂️"

Absolutely clueless, and they cant even figure out how to tell u lol

...

Oh god i dont wanna think about the chaos if ur also only understanding the basics of every language so not only do they not get all ur words, u dont get theirs 💀

Reminder :D = I have a ✨️poll for 100 follower celebration!✨️Yall get to choose what u wanna see me write about,✨️ Check it out!! :) ♡✨️

Cheers,

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

♡the beloveds:

@karmawonders

(Feel free to tell me if u ever dont wanna be tagged anymore i wont be mad/offended :] !! )

[canonmisogynyvictimstournament]

PROPAGANDA

IS (KAMEN RIDER 01)

1.) You know it's bad when the main female character is both an android built to serve humans and a secretary for the CEO of the android company. That girl is going to spend her entire life justifying the actions of a 20-something year old male CEO as he makes questionable decisions. Like that one movie where the androids become sentient and go "hey, wait, we'd like to be paid a fair wage for our labour!" and she comes out to convince them that no. No they don't. You see, 20-something year old CEO says you should LIKE doing labour for free and whatever he says goes. So she's just going to. Help him convince her race to go back to doing unpaid labour. For bosses that have been shown throughout the show to be abusive. Sometimes even killing their androids. Because a guy wants her to do that. Anyway, SPOILERS; at the end of the show she sacrifices herself for the Good Of Everyone. What does the CEO do? He replaces her with a new one. Just. Makes another android exactly like her. It's meant to be this emotional scene where he tells her about the previous Is but. That's not her. He just. He replaced her. This woman literally just got replaced.

AMBER VOLAKIS (HOUSE MD)

1.) Holy shit thank you for reminding me about Amber. Her nickname that almost everyone calls her to her face every day is Cutthroat Bitch. When she & Wilson start dating there are so so so many jokes about her keeping his balls in her purse & having him whipped & etc etc just bc she’s assertive & confident. & then the whole two-part episode where they fridge her (which is. not quite house’s fault directly but he definitely contributed to it) they make it completely about house & wilson & maybe 2% about HER. I’m still mad forever

2.) After being fridged, she does show up in later seasons! As a hallucination. She shows back up to be the devil on House’s shoulder when he is hurtling towards a vicodin-induced breakdown. Literally only shows up to steer him into making bad decisions (including almost killing Chase (allergic to strawberries) by inviting him to a party where the stripper is wearing strawberry scented lotion that sends him into anaphylaxis)

3.) im so glad someone else submitted amber because she fits so well for this poll but i couldnt get my words out right but im going to try again anyway. i think an important aspect of how ambers character is treated and written for the audience has to do with if a man did what she did, hed be opportunistic and ambitious, if not a bit of an ass, but because shes doing it it makes her 'bitchy'. "cutthroat bitch" "coldhearted bitch" etc is practically her canon alias at this point by how much she is referred to that way rather than her name. she is probably the most humanized out of wilson's canon relationships and its mostly because theyre paralleling her to house. she deserved so much better she deserved the world and more

[fruityumbrella]

hello i'm here for the wip game and i'm picking scraps!!! 👀 👀 👀

yay scraps!!! thats the one ive been working on the most lately, started off as a random snippet of a scene (the doc is called scraps bc ive got two other fic ideas there just so i dont forget them if i ever wanna explore them later. 12.75/13k of the words are for this story now 😭)

looking for an excerpt but its 90% nsfw and every sequence is very long winded, but i love robin and sanji, so here's a little scene w them that also reveals a little of what the fics about..

He’d run into her while lingering in a clothing shop a few islands ago, so fucking guilty and ashamed, and entirely caught out, that he hadn’t even gotten five words into an excuse before giving up. And really, there was no point. It was Robin. She’s smart enough to put two and two together even if most others would have chalked it up to some weird girl-crazy antic of his.

She was, as always, good enough not to pry, but she didn’t pretend not to see him and leave either. Maybe she knew that would have sent Sanji into a spiral. Instead, she ran a critical eye over the racks and pulled out a black, knee length skirt, neither flowy nor skintight, and held it up for him to examine. He had stared blankly for a minute, still trying to reorient himself to the situation but eventually calmed by her warm expression. He nodded slowly, and she smiled in that sweet way that was reserved for nakama. She added the skirt to the items neatly slung over her arm, and he accompanied her while she finished browsing. When he tried to pay she laughed him off, telling him he shouldn’t waste his budget before he’d seen the island delicacies in the market.

and ok i couldnt resist adding another short bit that's way more indicative of the overall tone here but i put it under the cut so this post isnt crazy long + its a little suggestive ig and im shy

“If I took you every time I wanted you, Cook…” he rakes his eye over Sanji with that familiar feral look, only this time it's unbridled. There's almost no Zoro left beneath the beast. He trails off with a harsh bark of laughter that makes Sanji shudder. He can’t get his thoughts together, everything spinning wildly out of his control; Zoro’s anger and frustration, the harsh reality he’s just painted, so different from how Sanji remembers things; the obvious, overwhelming desire that matches the fire in Sanji’s belly. It’s all too much to process. All he can focus on right now is keeping Zoro with him, on him, making him stay. “Then take,” he rasps. He has a hard grip on Zoro's arm, nails digging in to stop him leaving. “I'm right here. Take me.” He still has that mean glint. “Right here?”  Sanji pulls until Zoro is pressing him into the mast. “Yes. Here.”

[idealspawn]

tbh now that i think of it i kind of needed him not for himself but for myself too. so that is fucked up a bit maybe from my side too. like that i needed someone secure enough to kind of mm trust them and be truly honest and transparent and loving and giving but not because i so very much loved them and wanted to give TO THEM but to see if i can trust myself to let myself be giving. if that makes sense. to let myself try be securely attached. but not necessarily because im madly in love. but like train my vulnerability. he said he read my poem and it was nice, cheesy at times but with good parallels and metaphores. i explained one part to him more in detail too bc it was pretty open to interpretation. he said he will write it down but i dont think he will. but it also feels so cringe because he was meant to read it when he still had feelings for me. also a good um.. stepping stone for me i guess. to admit i have feelings for someone still when they dont, although im acc not too sure myself how much i was truly madly attached either. feels good to swallow my pride though. i also tend to lose feelings when ppl arent attracted to me which is good. i dont have a problem w chasing him. im attracted to ppl being attracted to me which in a way, from me, is also a bit fucked up. he also didnt become a part of my real immediate daily routine as i didnt really text w him too much. we just were together irl a lot and really present in those times. and i also made sure i didnt abandon my friends this time so i still massively have my support system w me. but it sucks a bit bc i literally talked abt him to so many of my friends but its okay like i dont owe anyone anything to last just bc i talked abt it. and shit changes. just bc i said sth true in one moment doesnt mean i has to stay true forever or that now that it isnt true anymore that it couldnt have been immensely true at one point. one thing that was pretty fucked up tho is that he told me he wanted to have sex w me just bc he was looking for certainty and answers abt his feelings from there not bc he acc felt connected to me. like i usually.. want to be intimate when i feel love not disconnect..... and now he said he didnt find it from there. but like.. we were literally both so high and it was such a bad situation. no wonder you cant feel a spark bc i was literally numb like a vegetable. he said he knows it was a bad decision but like why do you take this situation to tell you clues abt what next then. and like. the same way with all our previous hangouts when i felt sth off. like the reason it was off was bc he was off and not fully honest abt it. it felt like such a relief when he said all the words out so rawly at last and i felt i could come out of this weird anxious shell of a performance i had on w him the past few times bc of the way i felt sth was weird but i couldnt tell what it was so i couldnt fully be normal myself either. so like the last times he gave me "chances" couldnt have been proper chances to show him anything true bc it didnt feel like... normal. there was an elephant in the room that was standing right between us. but he refused to address it when i tried to. i guess i got my answer that its not that im weird that i keep getting into these awk situations but that the other person feels weird and that is the thing affecting me. im fucking normal. i cried a bit too like its not that i am not affected by it at all but i think im kind of fine. i anyway didnt see him for 2 weeks now. its just weird bc we had plans which made us be together daily for like 2 weeks straight and um. i dont know if i can do that. even if we are friends bc i dont usually do that w my friends really. its weird. but like. fuck idk.

[goth-oatmilk-latte]

is there a story behind meeting new Mr oatmilk that you want to share w the class?<3 (ps he sounds like a well deserved upgrade)

sure!! so btw he took the photos of me at the cemetery/my current pfp!!

him and i have actually known each other for probably like 6 years or so. when we first met, he was married and we didnt really talk we just had a lot of mutual friends bc we like the same music and go to a lot of the same shows and we would just see each other in passing. he ended up telling me he was intrigued by me bc i had done a photoshoot and my pfp when we met was me holding a butcher knife in a wednesday addams outfit, and he said he knew i had to be an interesting person from that alone. he is quite shy though. we would also see each other places but never really said more than hi to one another. he got divorced in 2020, we talked a little then, but not really. then he dated his now most current ex, more or less bc she basically cornered him into a relationship while he was just getting over his divorce and homegirl needed a place to stay. hes told me he regrets it and said he literally should have kept trying with me bc being shy with me would have been a hell of a lot better than how things worked out for the 2.5 years of abuse she put him through. (his words)

last year we started talking a lot bc he was posting a lot of concerning stuff to his insta private story and so i kind of talked him thru his abusive relationship he was currently in and he mentioned he really needed a close friend. we ended up becoming gym partners for a bit before both our now exs went batshit over it and our friendship as a whole. and we stopped talking for a bit...and then we would talk a little here and there. and we both mutually agreed we were both in shit relationships.

around may, he texted me and told me him and his ex finally broke it off after months of him trying (long story) but he still wanted to at least be my friend again bc he missed me a lot. and i told him i was also dealing with more or less trying to leave my fiance. this is actually around the time i found the flashdrive full of nudes from other women ex mr oatmilk was keeping from me. and i finally left mr oatmilk after he tried to go thru my phone while i was in the shower, which prompted an argument about why it didnt matter who i was friends with bc he couldnt stop entertaining other women and i even pulled out the flashdrive and was like yeah im done.

so me and new mr oatmilk started hanging out more. he would go on walks with me after work. or we would go back to being gym buddies. or we would grab dinner. go to a bookstore. i helped him pick out stuff for his new apartment.

i asked him if he wanted to go see the cure with me at the end of last month and he surprised me by paying for a 2 night hotel stay for us instead of us just driving 2 hrs. and thats also when we went to the cemetery to walk around bc he knew id like it. thats pretty much when we decided we were actually an item.

i helped him move into a new apartment last weekend. and tonight im surprising him with making him dinner. ive pretty much stayed over since he moved in, which is funny bc he got a smaller bed than he would normally get bc he originally told me he didnt wanna feel lonely since it's just him...but he has only spent like one night alone since living there lol.

whats really fucked up tho is his ex is always trying to instigate with me...from doxing me in a bar bathroom, to literally driving by his new place to see if i am there. and shes friends with my ex now too. she's harassed me via text and social media, too. but it's fine, i dont usually engage. which pisses her off.

him and i are happy 🥰 hes honestly lovely.

[powerosewaterpuff]

Dean and Sam AU with a bigger age gap between the brothers

Warning, if you are a freak wincest shipper get away from me and this blog I do not want you here and I never will! Bye!

  anyways these are a few headcanons that came into my head instead of studying for my midterm which is a common theme. once again they are brothers and they also have a poignant parent-child relationship but in this little AU they have a bigger age gap like 7 years in-between them. anyways heres some random ideas enjoy and yes the grammar is awful its alright 

     dean remembers when his father backhanded him when he was 15, he had done it so many times before that dean didn't even react, not even a flinch. but sam was watching, sam was fucking watching. john had never hurt dean in front of sam, because dean begged him not to, that sam would not have to see it and dean wouldn't make a single noise and he wouldn't misbehave again. this time john was to blearily drunk out of his mind with tequila running through his veins when he knocked dean to the floor. dean cant look at sam, he cant. he wants to scream out of rage when sam runs over to him and fucking shields him, this tiny little brother, who still has rosy cheeks and tiny arms curled around dean's head pressing him against sams little chest that is heaving in panic. dean was useless, a useless sack of shit who couldnt protect his baby whose trying to protect him from the man looming over them. sam, who has tears running down his face (dean is convinced he’s dying, he has never felt a pressing pain like this in his chest before from the second he saw sam’s eyes glisten with tears), turns to their father and silently stares at him. john moves, ever so slightly and dean snaps out of the shocked haze he was in and grabs sam, pulling him down to his chest and curling around him. he presses his face into sams hair, roughly pressing a kiss to his head trying in his pathetic state to comfort his baby. dean's eyes still turn up and glare at his father. not in front of sam not in front of fucking sam we had a deal and this was not fucking it.

john stumbles back, hastily trudging out of the motel room. they stay in this position, curled around each other, holding on tightly trying to hold the other together in a misaligned attempt to protect. it wasn’t until the growling of the impala began to fade into the distance did sam shift in deans hold. he whispers in this little soft voice that is trying so hard not to cry it makes dean tear up; dean r you ok? do u want ice dee? dean cant stand it, he cant. he scoops sam up and situates him on the bed them kisses both of his cheeks, his slip of a nose and his forehead. he presses his face into sam’s little pudgy stomach and holds him, holds his baby close to him. he wants to say hes fine, the words gurgling in his throat but somehow unable to come out. the only thing able to crawl out his tightening throat was sammy. sammy sammy im so sorry sammy

eventually he pulls away and pushes sam's fringes out of his face and wants to break the lamp to his left when he sees the worry shining so brazenly in sam’s eyes. he whispers that hes okay, that he doesnt have to be scared. dad will never do that to him, do you understand that? its ok sammy. sam possibly looks even MORE distraught and begins babbling abt how hes worried abt dean what if daddy does it to you again dean? does ur cheek hurt u didnt answer me dee, im sorry.

dean pulls his kid up, and stumbles over to the kitchenette to bring a pack of frozen peas that ached when they came into contact with his now swollen bruise. he presses another kiss to sams thankfully untouched cheek. he keeps reassuring sam, that dean is fine his cheek is fine, everything is okay. do u know why im okay sammy? bc ur here with me. I have my little buddy here and thats all I need, isnt it. but sammy, sweetheart, if daddy ever does this to you and im not here, you tell me? do u understand me bud? you have to tell me. sam huffs asking why its ok for dean to get hit but its a big deal if he does. dean scoffs softly, (sam doesnt know the extent dean would kill himself for him.)

dean mumbles that sam is like a little angel and sam rolls his eyes but dean urges him to listen. he says the day sam was born it was to bless dean with an angel, and now he has it and his job is to protect this little angel. sam doesnt believe him for one minute but feels so so warm and protected with dean speaking to him like this, softly without a hint of teasing but all this honey tenderness that felt like it had sam cocooned in its eternal glow. sam leans forward gently, and gave the most gentle kiss to deans bruised cheek and said dean always does that when he gets hurt. dean cant help but cuddle closer to his brother while he scoots onto the counter, curling his whole body around sam, and not for the first time wishing he could just hide him in his aortas and vena cava's so nothing could hurt him.

dean cheers like crazy at sammy's soccer games. he cant help it bc look at his fucking boy go! sam has always been fast, able to out run and flip through anything. he’s the smallest one on the soccer team but he weaves and ducks through everyone, scoring three goals consecutively and absolutely pissing everyone off. dean would whoop and cheer while sammy danced around after scoring a goal. that’s my boy did you see my boy?

when sam was around 3 and dean was 10, sam became obsessed with sumo wrestling bc it was the only thing playing on the sports channel at 12 am and sam thought it was the absolutely coolest thing he had ever witnessed in his three years of living. he would beg and prod at dean to wrestle with him and dean took it as an opportunity to show his little brother a little well needed big brother humility. dean never lets sam win, he doesnt want it to go to his head! it becomes an ironic ritual even when sam is 10 and dean is 17 and their wrestling on the ratty couch of their rented apartment, or when sam is 12 and dean is 19 with sam pouncing on deans back and declaring a sumo wrestle in which dean calls him a little goddamn cheater and they wrestle throughout bobby's living room. it wans and ebbs and flows throughout the years but once a sumo wrestle was declared one cannot back down.

they were always very cuddly growing up. deans chick flick shit really only applied to others, not exactly sammy (no matter how much dean insisted upon it). when sammy was a baby all dean wanted to do was cuddle and coo at how cute sam was, to just feel his warmth like a soft quilt on his own small chest. a lot of times in motels they had to sleep on the same bed, which always ended up in their limbs tangled together in a warbled mess sam becoming dean and dean becoming sam. an endless continuum of a person split in two yet somehow still a conjoined whole. an infinity sign. two loops forever intertwined by a single crossing that could thin and stretch but was forever unbreakable. touch was always a crucial part of their brotherly relationship as children, a critical reassurance of existence. sam’s baby hand curled around firmly in deans own. dean sprinkling sam’s face in kisses, his little nose and on his eyes lids, on top of his downy hair and over his brow then twice on each cheek, each rose coloured cherub cheek that made dean want to cry bc that was his baby (dean was sams motherfatherbrother after all). he would tickle sammys armpits and press kisses into his cheeks while sam giggled and laughed. im going to eat these cheeks, im gonna eat it im gonna eat it! deanieee deannn! the world could rise and set, but dean was happy.

dean remembers the time they got kidnapped by a cultist group when they were younger. dean--a wild bull of an 18 year old and sam a little 11-12 year old and he’s too young and too small and dean hates his father for doing this to them sometimes, for doing this to sam. 

they approach sam and dean is screaming his voice hoarse, because they cannot touch his brother, dean would rather fucking die, he takes the beatings but firmly stays in front of sam, crawling back when he is thrown against the wall, bc that fear in his brothers eyes is so much worse than the broken ribs grating from the inside of his chest. that fear has him in a chokehold bc if his brother isnt okay then dean isnt okay and his brother has to be okay. if he isnt okay then what is the worth of being okay, what is the worth of fucking being if sam isnt okay. john manages to reach them and dean is barely breathing but he sees a bruises forming on sam and he feels like crying, hes in the back, deliriously slurring that sam needs to be taken care of while their father grips the wheel, jaw locked with eyes numbingly focused on the road. sam is quietly crying and reassuring him that HE is okay but dean isnt and dean needs the help, then dean murmurs that sam is bruised, that his little baby brother is bruised and he needs an icepack, that sammy, kiddo, please dont cry, you know how much it hurts me when you cry. 

dean, with shaky arms that arent quite working pulls his brother into a hug, trying to soothe him while he coughs up blood and sam begins to get into hysterics and john just keeps driving and driving.

john leaves them at bobby’s, and bobby whose face goes pale and feels the irresistible urge to lunge forward and snuff the life out of john winchester’s lungs. to watch that fucking man feel the suffocating hell that he feels when he sees dean keeping his brother close, insisting that bobby check him first, that he will not get checked if sam isn’t. 

bobby tries his fucking best to reason with dean but even through delusional and delirious pain he is insisting with this dazed but somehow steely gleam in his gaze that sam needs to be taken care of first. sam even tries to reason but dean shushes him quietly, running a battered hand through his unruly hair and keeps his eyes on bobby who rues the day he got to know the winchesters. he comes back with a few icepacks and band-aids galore for sam who insists he can do it on his own. dean visibly relaxes, tension releasing ever so slightly from his shoulders and finally lets bobby help him but his eyes are focused on sam, quietly and hoarsely instructing him on how to place the icepack properly, that he needs to wipe that cut with alcohol. at one point he tries (fails) to get up to help sam apply to alcohol but bobby pushes him firmly back against the bed, and sam considers leaving the room so dean doesnt have to focus on him. dean practically yelps a hoarse no, that he'll shut the fuck up fine but sammy please stay in the room ok? sam huffs but nods. jaw tight and eyes drilling holes into the wooden floor beneath him.

when dean is bandaged and laying down in the bed, he stretches a hand out, waving for sam to come over when he sees sammy’s little head pop into the room. sam approaches the bed gingerly, a vengeful anger at those people that hurt his brother searing his eyes. dean insists on sitting up despite the needless and stupid protests from sam, letting his tightly wrapped hand cup his little brothers face decorated with little band-aids. dean pulls his brother into a half hug, with sams forehead pressed against his chest. sam snakes his arms around his brother, gently as to not agitate the wounds. sam doesnt even realize until a few seconds into the hug that dean is shaking, his head shoots up fearing the worst but deans face is twisted in rueful disdain, regret and anger. he places a kiss onto sams springy curls, whispering that if this happens again, do not argue with dean abt getting taken care of first. sam’s chest puffs up and he spits out in an incredulous tone that what dean just said was the stupidest thing he’s ever heard. dean does not rise to the bait, simply stating that this will not happen again, but if it does, sam gets help first for himself and there is no debate. do you understand sammy? no fucking debate.

sam stays quiet, and dean doesnt push for an answer, just holds him brother to him as he reassures himself that he’s alivealivealive and life is still worth living. next day, dean hovers around sam even though he needs rest but what he thinks he needs is reassurance that his brother is ok, alive and well. sam keeps trying to tell him that hes fine but dean just shakes his head and quietly watches him. john comes back in five days and says its time to go, bobby raises hell but its hard to raise hell against a man who thrived in it. john just tells his boys to get in the back of the impala and that they were going, okay? sam wants to argue and fire is swirling in his tongue, dean gives a yessir and tells sam to go grab deans stuff from upstairs. the look dean gives him is undebatable, one that means sam has to stand down, for dean. once they sit in the back of the impala, their dad says in this quiet voice that sam does not like one bit that they are going to stay in north carolina for a while so get comfortable. dean grabs an old blanket from bellow his seat and wraps it around sam wordlessly, pulling him closer to dean. he asks if sam wants some music to sleep. sam, who just wants to light this stupid impala on fire and watch this life he hates burn into the ashes of the night, nods. he nods and curls up next to dean who places the old headphones on his head attached to the beat up barely working walkman that can only play a loop of three songs. everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fear. africa by toto. and black dog by led zeppelin. sam starts to fall asleep to everybody wants to rule to world with dean turning up the volume while john works up a rabid rant abt the stupidity of their misstep in getting caught. dean can take it, he would prefer sam stay peacefully sleeping for this part though.

sometimes - no all the time, sam is the only thing that keeps dean going. when hes tired down to the essence of his bones, sam will walk in from school, and gush over a book he was reading or insistent they play basketball out in the courtyard bc jeremy showed me some moves i can fucking beat you dean! or when sammy was so little and young and used to give deans drawings and sloppily made bracelets with tight hugs and a whisper of how much he loved dean. he once told dean when he was five and dean was around 12 that he didnt need john, not as long as he had dean. dean gave him a pat and a big smile but cried himself hoarse in the bathroom after that, then came out and saw sam sleepily trying to keep his eyes open whilst reading a childrens book and crushed him into a hug. 

when sam openly with no conditions or accusations told him that he loved dean, that dean was the best big brother in the world, dean knew that only sam could ever love him unconditionally, that sam deserved everything in this world and he would ensure that sam had everything he could have even if he wanted to keep him close to his chest at all times. sammy doesnt complain and dean hates it, he hates that sammy isnt complaining abt the shit he has to go through. when they get older and sammy does start to bitch and complain its never towards dean, its always towards their father. sammy could be a little pain in the ass, complaining abt mundane shit like fucking boredom and how he deserved to go on hunts or how hunts were awful whatever he decided that day or year). but never once did he complain abt the food he had to eat, or the clothing he had to wear or the shoes that were tearing at the seams. sam would always thank dean, even if the only thing he had breakfast lunch and dinner was fucking coco puffs. 

dean would then take matters into his own hands (he had always been a natural pickpocket) and would watch as sam got proper food the next day. he didnt care that his stomach was aching from the hunger, it would just have to be satisfied with sammy being able to stay healthy. sam would quietly say that dean should eat too, and when dean started to spill out hastily made fucking lies sam would start to beg that dean eat, dean assured him that he'll eat after dont worry sammy. (sam intentionally left stuff on his plate bc dean would not go get smth to eat and he knew dean ate sams leftovers). dean continues to make sure sammy survives, but he worries. he worries so much because dad didnt leave enough money and the motel doesnt have heating and sammy is so skinny, so fucking skinny that the wind would blow him over if he stood outside too long enough. they dont have money for haircuts so dean will always do sammy's hair, and sam did whine and moan and they’d get into little petty fights bc you cut too much u ass, but sam would always thank dean at the end of it, giving his brothe hug. sam didnt know what dean would do so that sam would just happily hug him like that for the rest of his days, the things dean would endure if that was what he had to do to gain that.

(Again this is just a random smattering of headcanons i wrote late at night with nothing better to do so enjoy! I’m arab and I tend to project our family customs and affection habits onto others. we are incredibly affectionate with family with constant touch and words of reassurance being prominent so i tried to show that with the boys here esp bc they have a bigger age gap meaning dean feels even more like a parent. this is NOT gencest or wincest or incest they are brothers. point blank do not argue with me. just bc u ppl arent used to close family dynamics where love is affectionate and that affection not weird and disgusting doesnt mean the rest of us are like that. on a lighter note again the grammar is ass idc this isnt one of my uni essays)

[paintedtragedy59]

Like am i just faking it? Am i fraud? I feel like im constantly trying to claw my way up out of a fucking well. I think, i can do this, and then i end up right back where i started, or worse, while everyone around me insists that these things shouldnt be that hard.

Just do it.

Just fucking do it.

And every fucking time i try it starts again.

And everytime i keep think why cant i just do it? Why am I struggling with so many things that other people do every single day?

I fucking flunked out of college three times bc i couldnt get out of bed, or spend more then ten minuets on an assignment without losing focus, or my head pounding.

I still struggle getting out of bed. I try to do things around the house and sometimes it works for a day, maybe two, and then theres the fucking crash that feels like hell.

I only fucking shower regularly bc I can sh there and its easier to clean and hide- but i couldnt tell you the last time i showered and actually took the time to fully wash my hair. I stopped shaving, i havent had a haircut in years, my clothes no longer fit me and i cant afford or be bothered to replace them.

Ive stopped seeing my family. I only talk to them when they speak to me. Only my mom and my brother still ask me how i am, and my brother is when he wants to ask me for somerhing i usually cant give him.

I feel like a burden. And yet, i cant. I cant get behind thebwheel of a car without shutting down and freezing out and spiraling internally. I can hardly talk to my roommates or friends without second, triple, guessing my words, and get caught up anyways, lose my thoughts, fuck it all up.

I struggle just to brush my teeth, just to fucking eat actual food and wear clean clothes. I feel repulsive, i feel broken and inhuman and hardly fucking alive.

Am i faking it? Why cant i fucking do anything?

I cant even fucking kms right. I cant even drag myself to try again. If all the other times never worked why fucking bother again.

How long do i have to exist like this?

How long do i have to fucking suffer

[midnightmisadventures]

Pt 2 Liam Dream

Here's what I got...

We um, we were in our dream settings as usual. Fancy cruise dinner but not necessarily on a cruise, state college, huge manison, is it christmas? and most importantly.

The biggest up and comer. That park/camping/venue/camp that sometimes day is performing at outdoor festival style or there is a very cheap and country carnival. Looong "road"or driveway going to the park.

Theres also the dream town? And we were at one of those restaurants in one of those plazas if that makes sense.

And we were talking about various things while getting ready to go somewhere together.

There were other relevant guys what we knew or who were interested in me in the dream?? And I started talking about them casually not in a way where im praising them or calling them attractive. But in my head i felt myself talking too much. Like i had a feeling bringing them up would make Liam upset, but it was like I couldnt stop myself or like word vomit.

So then he tensed up or whatever and asked "who's more attrative "insert guy we know" or a famous basketball player" "Compare him to a famous basketball player you think is hot"

and as he was going i was like "no no no, im not doing that" and he was like "cmon, just do it" as if it was all good fun and not something he was upset about. I was like Liam no, im not gonna talk to you about guys and tell you whos hotter thats crazy, why would i do that." And something along the lines of....i love YOU and thats all that matters. But also not that bc i couldnt define our relationship exactly

He kept pushing, and i said i dont even know any basketball players by name except the famous ones. I only know the people my dad talks about anyway. And because he wouldnt let go, i even tried to name ACTIVE basketball players at the top of my head and i was struggling just to prove it to him, but i was hoping he believed me.

We then started talking about going to events, and like upscale things, not the grammys or something so big but potentially an award show. And he made a comment along the lines of "you get a girl who lives/works in new york and she'll start talking about stuff like this" Like oh so fancy, uhuh this checks out since you work at a fancy job in the city now and you do fancy things.

Lmaooo. I was just like what?? But we moved past it.

This comes off like he was being an insecure dick. But he wasnt.... lol. Insecure? okay yea probably but he wasnt being a dick it was very playful vibes but only significant cause i could see through it and tell this things were bothering him a little.

But it never felt like at my expense. He was always just trying to measure himself to feel good enough for what i was experiencing and who i was around.

Then.... time goes on. Its just us we're talking the same. And I tell a story about how one time i didnt pay a parking meter? And didnt get a ticket but i parked illegally. Idk a super harmless RANDOM story.

And after I told it he got quiet. And weird. Emphasis though on not mean. He was sweet and gentle the whole time. But his deameanor changed. And i tried to keep talking but now he was SO down. So I was wondering if I should bring it up, should I wait till we leave and say something in the car....

But i just said "im sorry, is it something I said? What's wrong"

And he looked up from tying his shoes and was like....."uh its just that (lets say "not paying the parking meter?") is really dangerous and I wouldnt want anything to happen to you. One time something happened with me and my dad and it was really bad"

And i felt horrible I was like "oh im so sorry Liam, I would have never brought it up, if I knew you had trauma attached to it" and he quietly was just like "its okay" And i was about to go over to him and hug him or rub his back but I asked "do you wanna talk about it"

And he just shook his head. So i was like...okay, he wasnt mad at me. He was just in a bad mood becaus of whatever bad memory.

But i....to fill the silence i guess kept saying sorry. Even though i didnt need to apologize anymore lol, I didnt know it would trigger him. And i asked him if he wanted to talk about, AND i said i wouldnt park illegally again. (Even though whatever my random story was about wasnt that bad)

My point was i did everything i could so i need to learn not to put it on myself to make him feel better. He's allowed to be sad. People can be in bad moods. Its not my fault!!

Which maybe explains why, then i said "Im sorry if now im talking too much, or saying the wrong thing i-, just sometimes don't know when to stop or if im doing to much"

And he said something in a cheeky way like "yea....you coulda stopped already. You don't have to keep talking"

And in the dream i took offense to that (silently). And got insecure about yapping too much.

But thinking it through now I think he was just saying "its okay you don't have to overcorrect or fix something that you didnt do" (or even that you did). You apologized. And he wasnt upset cause i told a random story about a parking meter. He was upset becuase he was reliving whatever trauma with his dad.

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[krispiecake]

i cannot believe this

[soulwillower]

semi-charming •  bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

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warnings: drinking, mentions of weed, dorm living, almost-strangers hooking up, smut, choking (light), light spitting, a tiny bit of dirty talk, switch!bill, its kinda fluffy smut tbh, enemies-to-lovers but its so lowkey, kinda cute guys, neighbor-ish au, 

(losers + reader are 19+.)

4.1k words

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the first time it happened, you wrote it off as unintentional. 

it's happened to everyone: you're joking around with your roommate, or reaching over to grab your laptop, and you fall off your bed to the floor. you knock over your lamp or someone knocks over the handle that was sitting half-empty on the mini-fridge. the tile on the ground of the dorm rooms are hard and cold and don't do much to quiet the noise of anything, so you get that. 

but whatever the hell was going on in the room above you was not that. it was three in the morning, and your head was spinning in that sickening way that only happens when you take too many drinks in a short time and find your way to bed for a few hours before being startled awake. 

a loud thump made you jump in your bed, heart racing as you woke in surprise. 

it was around twenty more loud thuds from your ceiling (in a span of barely two minutes) that you gathered the energy to slide out of your bed, sliding on your dorm slides and throwing on a shirt to cover your near naked body before storming into the hallway to climb the most challenging single story of stairs in your life, right to your upstairs neighbors' door. 

your hand was banging on the door for a mere five seconds before the door swung open and a terribly confusing sight fell onto your eyes. 

three boys who you've only ever seen in passing before in your dorm, all shirtless and heaving breaths. the one who answered the door, possibly bill or mike (judging by the stupid name tags on their door), has bright eyes and dark auburn hair that reflects in the dim light of the hall, backlit by the neon purple from inside the room. his sweaty bare abdomen made your eyes twitch as you glared at him, suddenly more irritated because he's kind of really hot and stupid and annoying, and you needed to sleep.

"hi.” he said casually, and you could tell he wasn’t entirely sober, either. 

“so what is your fucking problem?" you said in lieu of a greeting, half-asleep and pissed beyond belief (also still drunk). the boy who answered the door raised his brows, head turning with a brow raised, as if to ask his buddies 'are they for real?' before turning back with a large, cocky smile, "pardon you? we already turned down the music." 

you blinked, knowing you must have seemed so rude and looked insane but it was a weeknight and you had class in the morning, "wh- what, no- i'm not here about music. it's like three, you're slamming on the floor and i can hear it like i'm in a fucking tornado in my room below you so you need to knock it off." 

then the other boy, further back with foggy glasses, started laughing. the other one laughed too, rubbing his neck sheepishly, still breathing heavy. "what the hell are you guys even doing in there?" you added, running a hand through your hair in exasperation. 

"they were trying to bench press me. but then bill decided to start doing squat jumps onto his bed." the boy with glasses explained as he rubbed his chest, still concealed by the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the stupid LED neon lights that every single person in the dorms had lining their rooms. that explained the thudding. 

"why." you'd deadpanned. you were too tired for this, but you'd wanted them to understand that it was keeping people up. "richie got us kicked out of Pike for stealing their doorknobs and pledge class photos." the third boy says, elbowing the boy, richie. "we felt like working out, but then richie said we couldnt press him, so..." he trails off at the look you give. 

"you want my workout routine or something?" richie asks you. you sharply inhale and bill smiles, "well, if that's all, we'll be going. i've got one more rep to get in." 

your eyes widened, jaw dropping at his words. he'd laughed, then, and your eyes couldn't stop as you stared at his sculpted abs flex in the light. god damn it. 

"chill out, neighbor. sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep." he said as he noticed your look, and you wanted to fucking hit him. 

you rolled your eyes, picking up on his facetious tone. "whatever. just knock it off. thanks," you'd griped, sarcastically smiling at them before trudging away towards the stairwell. and you'd caught it when bill muttered, "is now a bad time to assemble my ikea desk with my drill?" 

you'd run into bill once again a few days after when you'd gone to use the bathroom on the floor above you where your friend lived, washing out the bowl you'd used for lunch. a 'shh!' had made your brows furrow as you'd walked in, not paying attention as you'd heard a shower stop and a girl laugh from the other side of the bathrooms. 

but a deep voice grunting 'ow, fuck' made you freeze and then feel hot, wondering what kind of luck you have to be in the bathroom when some people were hooking up in the shower. but you're reminded that you had the worst luck when you go to leave the bathroom and two figures round the corner, hair soaking wet and hoods pulled over their heads. making eye contact with him, he must've seen how flustered and irritated you were, because he cracked a grin, "good to see you again, neighbor. you sleeping well these days?" 

that was only a few days ago. you'd seen him in passing at a party at one of the frats, but had avoided any interaction with him after you saw him and his friend with the glasses snickering to themselves after sneaking looks to you. god, you didn't want to face them again - they were so mocking, so cocky.... so rude, and they made you feel like you were being insane just for wanting to have peaceful sleep. bill was not your favorite person. 

but as bad as the first two experiences were, the third time you had the misfortune of interacting with bill, it was the worst. 

your roommate was out for the weekend, and you'd found yourself stuck with your leg and ankle pinned between your heavy file cabinet under your bed and your bedframe, unable to scoot it over on your own to free your leg. 

you were planning on relaxing tonight, after being stood up from a booty call hook up. you’re mad, frustrated, horny, and close to tears now that you’ve gotten yourself stuck pinned to your bed.

it’s nearly one in the morning, and nobody’s in the hall. 

but then, bill walked past your open door as you struggled, and desperately you called, "hey!" 

his double-take into your room, his head poking in, would have been charming if the face was anybody but him. 

"what?" he asks, suddenly noticing it’s you. his voice is not charming and calm as you've seen him be with other peers, but in your stubborn mind, you convince yourself it’s fine; you don’t like him, either. 

"i'm stuck, can you help?" you say despite your thoughts. 

he sighs, dropping his backpack next to your bed and then tugging to try and move the cabinet. 

"how did you do this?" he mutters as he pulls as hard as he can to pull it, but your shoe is too wedged diagonally against the floor, cabinet and frame. you sigh, "thought i could nudge it to the side with my toes, i dropped my dab through the crack." 

he chuckles, trying to instead shove it backwards instead; to no avail. "smart girl." he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, trying to help him shove it. "what was the point of you keeping me up all fucking night if you aren't strong enough to move this shit?" you say, exasperated because it's starting to dig into your calf. 

he stops, rolling his eyes at you. "has anyone ever told you that you can be a bit rude?" he asks, moving closer to you to try and push it away. you look down at him from where you stand, elbows on your mattress. "no. you're just a dick. fight fire with fire, or whatever." you mutter, face feeling hot. 

you can't stop staring at his shoulders, his arms - they're so hot, the veins popping out of his hands and forearms, the smell of his aftershave wafting into your nose from where he kneels next to you. 

he just hums. "i'm going to try to push your leg forward and then push the cabinet away." he states, and you nod, just wanted this nightmare to be over. you're still terribly embarrassed and the proximity to such a hot and confusingly irritating boy is making you lose your grip. 

it takes a lot in you to not jolt when his warm hand wraps around your bare leg and starts to pull you, his strong hold on you making you tingle. "what's your name?" he asks, and you almost laugh as his grip on your thigh tightens, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your skin making you hot. this is insane.  "y/n." you struggle out, throat feeling dry - there's no reason his hand needs to be so high up on your leg, but some part of you really wants it. "it says that on my door." you say breathlessly. 

whatever he was going to reply with is cut off as he tries to readjust his grip on you and the cabinet, but his hand slides up and grazes the skin near the apex of your thigh, coaxing a sharp gasp to fall from your mouth. 

he turns red, looking up at you, "god, sorry." he mutters, and you bite your lip, unable to look away. 

you kind of forget to say anything, stuck staring at him, heart thumping as wetness pools between your legs just from this boy's touch. god, you've got to get laid. 

his arm is wrapped around the onside of your leg, thumb reaching higher on your thigh than his other fingers, and for a moment you hesitate before deciding to go for it: you drop your hand hand to his hair, pulling lightly as you 'steady yourself,' smirking as you feel his shaky breath against your thigh. 

you don't even care about getting unstuck now, all you can think about is being fucked into the mattress by this asshole boy from the fourth floor. you’re not sure where this feeling came from. 

when he finally pushes the cabinet away, causing you to stumble to catch your ground. he helps you get the cart and then push the cabinet back, awkward small talk making you want to die. "why were you down here anyways?" you ask, rubbing your leg. "mike kicked me out to be with a girl and all my friends are out for tonight." he sighs, rubbing his neck. "i have to do homework tonight, just going to find somewhere quiet to get it done." 

"that's surprisingly responsible." you say, looking at him wearily. he gives you an annoyed look, "what's that supposed to mean?" you roll your eyes, "you don't seem particularly academically motivated." you state, unsure if you're coming across as flirtatious or just a dick. he gives you a look as he moves to grab his things from next to your bed. "you seem more pleasure motivated." 

you catch your mistake immediately - and he does, too, smirking. you stutter to fix it, "don't be gross." you defend weakly. 

he's biting his lip and something rumbles in your chest, flames in your abdomen. it's hard to gauge if you don't like him or if you do. maybe you're just horny.

"i thought you were cute, you know, until you showed up at three in the morning to chew me out." he mutters, eyebrows raised, "i get that that was annoying, but it was a saturday. everyone was drunk, i don't get why you are still being a bitch." his face drops when he says that, as if he didn't mean to say it at all, but he doesn't take it back. you shrug, not too offended. he kind of has a point, "i don't get why you have to make everything so much harder than it has to be. doesn't matter how hot you are,  i don't have to like you, you know." you say, crossing your arms with a smirk. 

"believe me, i'd rather you not like me." he says, smile on his face troubling. you look at him, trying to gauge why you're feeling so flustered, why you want to jump his bones right now no matter how annoying he is. "then why haven't you left yet?" you challenge. you figure if you're reading his actions wrong, this gives him an out. 

"because i kind of want to fuck you now." he says boldly. you just smirk, walking towards where he sits on your desk chair, lowering yourself to straddle him. he looks up at you, eyes large and mischievous as he pulls you down on him all the way, your hips grinding lightly. "i think you want to fuck me always." you whisper, lips hovering above his, teasing. you're eating up all his attention, soaking it up and savoring the way he watches you. 

you boldly snake your hand down between the two of you, lips still refusing to touch his, your hand starting to tease his clothed cock as it hardens under your palm. you stroke him as you lean, almost kissing him before pulling away. he glares at you. 

then you move your hips, the tension in your room killing you. he lets out a half-moan, causing you to buck your hips again, relishing in the pleasure it gives you. he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, but your hand catches his chest, your lips just centimeters from his own.  "fuck you, y/n." he says, fed up with your teasing as his hands squeeze your ass, moving to the bottom of your thighs and then rising with surprising ease, holding you against him and making your heart thump in shock. he takes four long strides towards your bed, tossing you on it. you grin, expecting for him to climb onto you, but instead he's walking towards your door, making your heart quicken. is he leaving? 

he slams your door shut, though, and it makes you smirk as he clicks the lock. you're on your back, the sight of him upside down making you bite your lip, eyes nearly even with the bulge in his sweatpants. 

he walks up to you, and you eye him as he bends forward, hand catching your chin, holding your head forward with a strength you didn't expect. "look at me." he says suddenly. you blink, feeling hot as you stare into his eyes. 

"don't tease me." he says, and you swallow, heart racing in excitement. "okay." you croak, and it seems to satisfy him because he tilts your neck from here he holds your neck and chin, kissing you soundly on your lips. you feel on fire at his touch, squirming as you slip your hands into his hair - it's making you so needy that he's holding you, almost trapped on the mattress, kissing him upside down. 

he pulls away and you flip around, allowing for him to climb onto the bed, barely enough time before you pull him in for another kiss, this one heated and desperate. 

he bites marks on your neck as your hands palm him, pushing your own thighs together in need. slowly, you push him down against your mattress and sling a leg over his hip, moving to straddle him. his hands find your hips easily, looking at you like you're the only thing ever worth looking at; your breath leaves your lungs and you steady yourself, the reality of how fucking beautiful bill is hitting you at once. 

you pull his shirt off, yours coming off, leaving you in just your shorts and underwear. he palms your tits, pinching your nipple as you grind down against his cock, whimpering at the feeling of his pants against your clothed clit. "if only you'd come up to my room like this." he says, and you snap your eyes to his, seeing the teasing grin but glaring at him. "maybe you would've been nicer to me if you knew how good i'd make you feel." he whispers as you resume your hip's movement, "shut up, bill." you hiss. he laughs, his thumb making contact with your clit takes you by surprise and you jump a bit, moaning quietly as your eyes close in pleasure. 

"take these off." he mutters into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip. you take off your shorts, quickly resuming your spot straddling him, his lips trailing from your breasts to your throat and then your mouth again, grinding against him in need. he toys with your slit over your panties before he pulls them slowly to the side, spreading your juices on his long fingers, humming as he brings his fingers to his lips, watching you as he licks his fingers. you nearly moan, impatient enough that you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips faintly; "do you want me?" you whisper against his lips.

"i wish i didn't," he says, "but yes. do you want to do this?" 

you're breathless, beside yourself with need, "yes." you say quickly, tugging his sweats off and tossing them to the floor. "fuck you, by the way." you spit, flipping him off. he grins and it's fucking beautiful, his smirk, his red cheeks, heaving chest. budding hickeys bloom over his neck and chest as he catches your hand, tugging you forward over him, whispering, "you're about to." 

you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your chest, hand falling over his as he pumps himself. your thumb swipes over his tip, spreading his precum before opening the condom he'd pulled out of his pocket (you don't even want to know why he brought one with him to study) and roll it onto his cock. 

and then you’re pushing aside your panties and stabilizing yourself on bill’s chest. you line yourself up on him and look to him for one last confirmation. he nods, “quick fucking around, babe.” he says, but his voice sounds desperate and his cheeks are flushed and you let out a strangled moan as you sink onto him, the nickname making your stomach flutter. you have to stay and give yourself time to adjust to his size, his moans swallowed by your own mouth as your tongue swipes his. his hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, your breasts and then rising to cup your neck and back. 

“shit, bill.” you whimper as you slowly start to move up and down. his eyes fall shut in pleasure and his head tilts back, exposing the entire expanse of his throat for you to claim, his hands falling to your hips. your eyes watch his thin necklace shine in the faint light from your lamp and he's filling you up perfectly. 

he looks like fucking heaven.

you kiss his neck lightly as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him steadily as his fingers grip the sides of your thighs.

“fuck, y/n.” he whispers, staring at you with his lips caught between his teeth. the feeling of him stretching inside you and hitting the perfect spot has your legs shaking already, breathing heavily. he’s soon surging up, kissing you deeply as groans fall from his lips, his arms rising to your waist to hold you as you move.

"you're much better when you're not talking." you mutter as you fuck yourself on him, moving your hips as you bounce. he rolls his eyes, "i'd fuck you every day if it meant you wouldn't come ruin my fun every night." he quips back, eyes challenging. and your hand rises to squeeze around his throat, at first as a joke, but then he smiles brightly, a smirk that stirs something in you and you squeeze ever so slightly, the feeling of his pulse making you moan. 

his smirk sends butterflies through your stomach, pleasure swirling in your core. but then his own hand rises to your own throat, squeezing lightly.

you moan, unable to keep it together. "you think two can't play this game, y/n? it's like you don't know me." he tuts, seemingly pleased as you're flushing, gasping as your legs stutter, his hips moving up to meet yours, strokes hitting you deep. “i don’t,” you whisper, and he hums. 

your legs stutter after one particularly satisfying thrust and he grabs your hips, lifting slightly and biting his lip as he starts to thrust up into you. “oh, my god,” you moan as he hits your g spot and he curses under his breath.

your hand comes up to rest on the wall behind him as you meet each other half way, hitting a spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name loud enough for anyone to hear. you hope to god your next door neighbors are out. 

he presses his lips to yours and you know its to get you to stop being so loud - it makes your toes curl in pleasure. then his thumb snakes its way to your lips, his grin widening when your lips immediately part and suck on the finger, humming around it as your hand rests on his neck, the other over his abs as you bounce. 

"so pretty like this, y/n." he leans up, then, sitting up more and changing the angle, making you gasp with a moan as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his face with the hand on your face. he pulls his thumb from your mouth with a light pop, your legs barely riding him at your proximity, instead steady on his hips, his cock warm and stretching you. "do you think you'd look pretty under me?" he asks. you swallow, moving your hips again and sliding on his cock, movements making you stare at him, pleasure building. 

"i think you would." he whispers, hand still on your neck. you whimper a bit, sliding off of him, allowing him to climb over you, kissing you soundly before pulling you to the edge of your bed, legs hanging off as he stands in front of you. lifting one leg, he kisses your knee and holds it up as he teases your slit with his cock before sliding into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan, his own melding with yours. 

your eyes roll back at the new angle, legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thigh. “wanna see your f-face when i make you cum.“ he mutters, hand rising to thumb your lip, dragging your bottom lip down.

 "you think you're gonna make me cum?" you bite, knowing no man you've been with has been able to. 

you watch as his eyes admire the half-lids of your eyes, the blissed, fucked-out look on your face. your chest is littered in blossoming hickes, varying from pink to dark red and slightly purple already. 

he says nothing in response to you, but pulls your leg further open, spitting down onto your cunt, making you moan lightly, the action being terribly sexy. his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub perfectly in counteraction to his thrusts, his lips finding your nipple. 

you gasp in pleasure, panting as you start to wonder if he really is going to make you cum. then his thumb rubs circles on your clit and as he presses lightly, you can’t hold off any longer. “fuck,” you hiss as you hit your peak, your orgasm making your legs shake. you can’t help it, gasping and bucking your hips as you clench against his cock in bliss, your orgasm causing you to tug his hair in ecstasy. “so pretty.” he mutters against your neck, pressing kisses to it as you’re moaning and arching your back. "so good, cumming for me." he says cockily. you're panting as you whisper, "shut up," his hips still pounding into yours. 

“god, you're such a sweet talker.” he mutters sarcastically as you look at him desperately, his eyes fall shut in bliss, a deep groan leaving his lips, you can tell he's close. 

"and you're such a gentleman." you jest back, pulling him closer by his shoulders, eyes shutting in bliss. he hums, strokes getting sloppier, "i let you cum first, didn't i?" he counters. 

you huff a laugh, something in your heart twinging in affection. you kiss him so you don't say something stupid, moving your hips with his. a few strokes and he's pulling you closer to him by your back, whimpering into your mouth, “y/n, fuck.” beautiful moans fall from his cherry colored lips as he cums, and you just stare at him in awe, surprised by how hot it is as he says your name. he rides his high and then falls off of you, onto the mattress between you and the wall. 

"hey," he says after a few moments of you both catching your breaths, your hands overlapping on your stomach but not nearly holding hands. it makes you feel warm in a weird way. excited, nervous. 

"what?" you ask, turning to stare into his eyes. he smirks, "you think we woke up the downstairs neighbors?" he whispers, eyes alight with tease. 

you shove him, smothering him with a pillow while he laughs, pulling you onto him. 

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[sonianvmd]

thh characters with a crush on you

warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major

oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much

a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)

also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*

edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY

spoilers under the cut!!

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makoto naegi

when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous

nervous around you, that is

y’all saw how he was with sayaka

if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it

he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes

he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says

you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents

he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually

let’s hope his luck comes through 😁

byakuya togami

now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐

he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you

but it was hard not to

the way you preferred to get to the point

the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him

he's ruthless

anyways

you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources

he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself

and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐

he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials

he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you

but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well

yeah they on his ass LMFAOO

kyoko kirigiri

kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious

she’ll probably just hang around you more

she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly

“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”

hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways

she finds you respectable

if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor

when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO

she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk

take her hand

pls

toko fukawa

y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick

yeah so 😁😁😁😁

no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾‍♀️ tendencies

she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast

but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya

i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational

the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again

if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids

you’ll most likely put two and two together

unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways

if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao

she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)

expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift

and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol

calls u a baka 😍😍

aoi asahina

i know y’all all see how she is with sakura

yeah.

aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them

she values you and your friendship very much

bring her donuts

just trust me bring her donuts

she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time

and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it

uh oh looks like we goin for a swim

sakura ogami

similar to kyoko, she’s very calm

despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl

she cares for you and your well-being very much

will indeed go on x games mode for you

the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken

kith her

naow

im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔

leon kuwata

flirtatious ass mf

and he’s lightskin

so this just cannot go well

y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder

yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO

he’s very confident

he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️

but

you feel.. different than usual ??

those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win

but you

he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time

he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance

he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all

he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you

he doesn't tell you in a grand way

probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin

he's chillin

mondo owada

you know

for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader

or just for being in a biker gang period

mondo’s a huge softie lol

yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends

so mfs need to be nice to you

or they gettin whooped

when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO

he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go

“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”

real smooth mondo i think you got em good job

please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny

he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it

but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾

also mondo would call his s/o doll

that is all

chihiro fujisaki

my fav dude in a dress <3

chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there

he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are

he cares about you v much

the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar

and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings

he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you

not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO

sweet lil boy

i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot

and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”

sobbing i miss him

kiyotaka ishimaru

okay here’s the thing

if taka were to like someone

i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)

or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO

so imma write a lil bit for both

in the case that he was even stricter:

he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place

of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well

if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY

but in the case he let up:

he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students

if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself

if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj

either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands

sayaka maizono

she will tell you

idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol

she’d make sure she’s sincere

she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything

ok bc

while i do think she’d tell you

i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel

like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile

and naturally, you're like :o

and of course you come to support her

and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out

for real this time

she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO

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i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾

fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁

and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*

bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever

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edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍

[tendouluvr]

aizawa calling you clingy - gn reader

- [attempt at] angst to fluff

- warnings: being called clingy, aizawa gets annoyed with reader and berates them, one use of the word ‘shit’

- wc: 1.9k

a/n: this wasnt......as sad as i wanted... i cant tell if im just not so good at writing angst or immune to it T_T

once again, not edited!

#! aizawa!!!! eee

#! hes a levelheaded man so arguments are rare

#! u both trust one another so theres no reason to have doubts in ur relationship

#! being his s/o, he tells u things thats not so easy to tell others over time, and you’re patient enough to let him take however much time he needs to let u in

#! however, years of keeping to himself most of the time doesnt just disappear even if you’re his s/o

#! so aizawa does have this tendency to close off and distance himself from u bc of his stress and insecurities

walking through the spacious halls of ua, you were headed towards your lovely boyfriend. aizawas been pretty busy lately with teaching his class, making sure no one is being left behind progress wise, doing his job as a pro-hero, and then spending his free time training with shinsou.

you knew showing up at school unexpectedly was something aizawa found irky, that’s why you made sure to tell him the night before that you would be coming during lunch time to bring him some yummy homemade food.

humming softly to yourself, you finally reached the door opening to class 1-A and walked in. the classroom was empty, but there at the front was no one other than mr. aizawa shouta. you quickly greeted him with a smile and he turned to look at you.

“what are you doing here?” he slowly asked with a look of confusion.

“i brought you some food! did you eat yet? i hope not, i made-,” you quickly stopped talking once you noticed the look he was giving you.

“why are you here? i already told you, you shouldnt be showing up without letting me know first. our relationship is quiet, if the students see they’ll get noisy and ask questions, i’ll get bombarded by my colleagues, and it’ll put you in danger if words get out. did anyone see you coming here? can you listen to me for once instead of continuing to always be near me? you’re so damn clingy and need to start thinking about the consequences your action will bring. i already ate, just go home before anything happens.”

your jaw dropped a little after hearing what he just said to you. did he not remember what you told him last night?

worst of all, you couldnt believe he just called you clingy. you just wanted to do something nice for him by making his favorite food hoping that it’ll relieve some of the stress thats been building up, but he just thought of you as clingy.

fine, if clingy is what you are then you’ll stop bothering him. you quickly whispered an apology, not sure if he could hear or not, and began making your way back home as fast as possible. the food you made for him was still tightly grasped in your hand.

due to the new dormitories, aizawa stays at ua majority of the time. he comes home to your shared apartment whenever he can to spend time with you. unfortunately, those time aren’t usually much because as soon as he’s free, he’s quick to do something else.

once you’ve made it home, you packed the food away and put it in the fridge. you felt your phone buzzing repeatedly, already guessing who it could possibly be, you took it out to see it was your boyfriend.

shou <3: im sorry

shou <3: honey, im so sorry. pls text me back when u can

shou <3: i know what i said hurted u, but i promise u i dont mean it. pls just call me or text me so we can talk about this

shou <3: i have to go back now. but i love u. so much.

staring at your screen, you contemplated texting him back.

letting out a sigh, you decided not to.

putting your phone to the side, you walked to the bedroom and changed out of your clothes into the comfy pjs you were wearing right before you left.

seeing that there was nothing for you to do other than wallow in your insecurities and let out a few tears, you got into bed and made yourself comfortable for an afternoon nap.

aizawa on the other hand was at school and distracted. his own words kept replaying over and over in his head and all he wants to do is smack himself a few times (after comforting u ofc).

his students could tell he was in a badder mood than usual so they collectively agreed to not worsen it (one particular student does not care. can u guess?). aizawa just wanted the day to pass so he can apologize to you directly and make it up with some cuddling.

despite being distracted with planning his apology and thinking about you, he was still teaching as he should and constantly telling his students to be quiet because he’s intimidating like that.

a few hours passed, the students are back in their dorms and some of the teachers are still in school finishing up some work. the hallways were empty and silent, and the weather outside was nice and calm - not too sunny with just the right amount of wind.

however, if you were to peek your head inside of class 1-A at the moment, the environment is an exact 180. aizawa is quickly trying to grade the remaining stack of papers he has on his desk so he can leave as soon as he can. there’s papers everywhere, he’s not so sure where the answer key went off to but to hell with the answer key. he just needs to go home.

his hair is messily tied up and his lips have probably been gnawed off by now. as soon as school ended, he got out his phone to see if you replied and sadly you didn’t. he doesn’t blame you though, considering all of the shit he said to you earlier. 

finally writing down the fat score in red pen onto the final paper, he gathers everything and put to the side of his desk and packed up his stuff. his stuff being his yellow sleeping bag and that’s it.

he went to his room first to clean himself up a bit, and then grabbed a taxi to go to your shared apartment. arriving at the front door, he takes out his copy of the key and entered.

first thing he noticed while entering and taking off his shoes was that the apartment was dark and quiet. he made his way to the kitchen first and turned on its lights to check the fridge. in the fridge laid the food you made for him earlier today. he took it out to start heating it up in the microwave then he walks away from the food and to your bedroom.

quietly opening the door, he poked his head in to see you laying on your side with your back facing the door. he assumed you were asleep and gently closed the door to not wake you up. he made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. 

you, feeling the bed dip, slowly opened your eyes to be greeted with the sight of your boyfriend gingerly brushing his fingertips across your cheekbones. he notices that you’re awake and looks up to meet your eyes.

making eye contact with him, you quietly grunted and brought the blanket up to cover your face while turning your entire body to the other side to ignore him. aizawa sighed and brought his hand down to rest on your waist as he begins talking.

“yn... i know you’re.. mad at me for the things i said to you earlier, but i’m truly sorry. i know saying i didn’t mean it isn’t good enough for you to forgive me, but i want you to know i’m really really sorry. i’ve been so busy for the past few days, my head is all over the place, seeing you at school just got me overthinking and worried that i ended up saying things about you that’s not true at all. i love you so much, hun. you’re the best thing to happen to me. you don’t have to forgive me now, i understand if you want some space.”

it was silent for some time after he finished his apology. the echoing silence was slowly making aizawa worried that you’ll leave him, but he won’t tell you that. thinking that you wanted space, he lifted his shaky hand off of your waist and moved to get off of the bed when you suddenly grabbed onto his hand to keep him there.

“i...i told you the day before that i was going to be visiting you during lunch time. did you not remember? or even hear me tell you?”

aizawa situated himself back down onto the bed before replying. “if i’m being honest, i don’t really remember much of that day at all. my brain was occupied with work and rest, so i was practically drained by the end of the night. i’m sorry i took it out on you, it’s my fault for overworking when i know you’ve been trying to help.”

letting out a soft sigh, you turned your body back towards him. still holding onto his hand, you carefully slotted your fingers in between his and pulled him down to lay with you. he immediately found comfort in this and placed his head into your neck. you could feel his facial hair against your skin making you let out a quiet giggle.

“i love you. i know you have a habit to overwork since that’s all you did before we dated, but please shou, take care of yourself. im not talking physically, cuz you’re already so damn fine, but mentally. i hate seeing you bury yourself in work and training that it even makes me tired just watching you.”

he grumbled something against your neck - his usual reaction to you complimenting him - and held onto you tighter while putting light kisses on your collarbone.

“i know. i will. please bear with me, i know i’m a pain but i’ll always try to be my best for you. i’m never letting you go, love you too much for that.”

“hmm? who said i’m going? you’re stuck with me forever just so you know,” you laughed and patted his head before rising from the bed.

“i heard you heating up the food earlier. get up and come eat,” you tugged aizawa to get him off the bed.

he grumbled once again because he was being forced to leave the warm comfort of your shared bed, but followed you out anyway holding onto your hand.

“wait. you heard me entering? so you were pretending to sleep when i got here?! not funny, babe. not funny. -also don’t take sleep for granted. i did and look where that got me. stop laughing!”

bonus:

it was the next day and aizawa just finished passing out the grades he rushed grading yesterday. even though it was rushed, he was confident that there wasn’t any mistakes-

“aizawa sensei, you marked this question wrong when it’s right. this one too. and this other one on the last page. are you trying to fail me?!” denki dramatically wailed as he showed aizawa his papers.

guess he did make mistakes after all.