#and sorry if I came to this late

[kiwisandpearls]

sorry to hear how negative the community has been :( I don’t consider myself proship/profiction but I had to leave selfship community too since I have moral ocd and seeing death wishes and violent threats constantly was uhhhhh not good. I don’t know why people can’t just be straightforward and polite with dnis and such, why do they have to be so mean?

Hey anon! Your my first ever anon I’ve gotten so hi

but anyways yeah it’s really bad and it sucks that you had to leave the community because of it. I don’t know why they do that either, it doesn’t help anyone, and it just makes the community seem more unwelcoming. It just kinda taints the selfship communtiy with how comfortable some of them are with making those violent threats.

[stripeyworm]

your manic pixie dream girl and nightmare bad boy all in one I love binggeyuan sooo much. If I'm MIA, it's because I've fallen into quite the rabbit hole lately and going into hibernation!!

[excali8ur]

Weird dream.

[hansoeii]

I might be currently watching gravity falls and I might have fallen in love

[housewifebuck]

4x05 -> 4x14

[ruporas]

feast (ID in alt)

[brighteuphony]

A moment of mourning for Sakura for words she would have once given anything to hear from Sasuke....

Kind of followup to THIS comic.

But she and Saeko have had their revenge for Enji, and Sakura has had time to heal and find closure. She won't be any good to Sasuke because she's already left that path, and she won't abandon her coven/responsibilities either.

She's learned alot about Konoha over the past few years, and has to a big degree, deprogrammed herself from the Leaf's propaganda thanks to all her teachers and some brutal life experience, so she doesn't actually care if Sasuke were to raze the entire council/kages to the ground- but there ARE people (ino, Kakashi, lee, naruto etc-) who she loves and wants to protect, so she'll stay, for them.

Sasuke, for his part, is happy to have someone just verbalize that they empathize with his pain and that his desire for revenge is justified, though he's doesn't have the bandwidth to really understand where Sakura is right now, emotionally.

In this AU I kind of had an end for Sasuke where he is pardoned, but never returns to the village, though he does pass by once in a blue moon. When he does, Sakura (who doesn't end up living IN the village as much as in the forests of Konoha like their own little witch of the woods) is there to help with healing/supplies and they do end up as good, yet distant friends.

Once again, thank you so much for all the support and really nice questions/kind words for this AU!!! <3 <3

[hiccuppop]

A SILLY SNAKE!!!

I thought @kitakami-kid gorgon kiki idea was super cute!!!! so i decided to draw it :))) (btw i hope you like it srry if i got some colors wrong lmao)

[auxwired]

HAPPY PORTAL 2 DAY!!!! 13 YEARS

alt vers under cut

[froggtogs]

breakfast!

[baltharino]

Nijiyon Animation | 2x03 "The School Idol Club and Hanpen"

[myokk]

babies🥹

[kikker-oma]

[tojisun]

(holiday special - christmas eve)

simon ghost riley x fem reader - in multiple aus ^v^

star dividers by @/plutism <33

biker!simon who gifts you your own bike and takes you around the bloc to ride it. it doesn’t go well at first – you keep stumbling and the sputtering engine of your own bike scares you, but simon’s there, ready to catch you and to switch off the ignition before you can topple.

you two spend hours just familiarizing yourself with the bike before you finally manage a one-minute run without tipping over, simon shadowing you from the back with his own. laughter spills from your lips and simon grins, feeding off of your giddiness.

(you don’t know it but simon’s been filming your progress, sending updates to the group chat when he can.

ghost: peanut’s learning

ghost: [video attachment]

soap: today of all days? ok weirdo. anyways, what time are you both gonna be here for the party then????

gaz: LMAO JOHNNY)

the sky’s stretching into darkness (it’s just four in the afternoon) when you wheel your bike back to his garage.

“y’had fun?” simon asks, tapping your visor lightly with his gloved hand, his eyes crinkled in happiness.

you nod, placing your palms on either side of your helmet to tether it from all of simon’s jostling.

“i did!” you cheer, beaming up at him. “thank you so much, baby.”

simon smiles before he bumps his helmet on yours, his palm closing around your wrist where his thumb begins to rub soothing nothings.

“‘s good to hear,” he says, his voice a touch quiet. “i’m so proud of you, lovie.”

you are still shy, avoiding his eyes as your cheeks continue to thrum with heat at simon’s reverence, when you and simon rev away towards johnny’s place.

-

baker!simon who is knocking on your apartment door at 3 am and, when that fails, is calling you consecutively until you answer.

“fuckin’ what?”

you’re groggy from sleep, voice still scratchy from having just been woken up. simon can practically see your eye bags from the other line but he doesn’t have it in him to be sorry. you did ask to be picked up for the day’s long haul.

“wakey wakey,” simon greets with a straight face. “time for cake…y.”

there’s silence from your end, stretching into uncomfortable minutes, before the door is ripped open and there came you, squinting up at him.

“what?” you ask again, this time less angry. simon realizes the call’s been dropped so he pockets his phone back.

“good mornin’ love,” is what he says instead because it is. because every morning with you is good. “y’still wanna help out with the shop today?”

you blink your squinted eyes for a while, processing, then, “ah! oh-em-jee, yeah, of course.”

it’s kind of comical how your face eases up with the dawning realization before you scramble back inside to your place. there’s a pause, shuffling of feet, and the door swinging open again. you shoot him a sheepish smile. “come in?”

he chuckles and steps forward to finally crowd you, his lips cool as they brush against your warm cheek. you burrow in his warmth and you two breathe each other in before you amble back to prepare for the day.

(simon stares at the bloody ceiling.

“mactavish,” he barks out. “how did you fuckin’ launch the batter up there?”

it’s only your loud laughter that saves johnny from being fired – “you can’t fire a friend! bro-code!” – and simon stops glaring at him to turn and watch as you try to stop the giggles.

there’s a stray peppering of flour on your face and on your hair, your apron a whole wet mess of egg and batter, and your hands sticky with cookie dough. but even then, you still look so beautiful, so perfect, as you stand there amidst the mess.

“keep starin’ and lassie’ll melt.”

simon elbows johnny in the stomach hard.)

-

bimbo!reader who worryingly calls simon because something is wrong with the mashed potatoes you’re preparing. simon answers the call within the first ring, leaving the towel that he’s been using to dry his hair to fall limply on the floor.

“hey, sweets,” he says. “how-”

“simmy!” you cry out, cutting him off. “they’re ugly!”

“oh? what is, sweet pea?” simon asks, not even batting an eye.

he gets a facetime call and eagerly answers it. simon almost lets out a croon at how gorgeous you are, all dolled up for the night out with your friends – and even when you aren’t dolled up, even when you’re only in his ratty old shirts, you are still so beautiful – and wishes he can see you in person already.

simon’s not really a patient man when it comes to being away from you.

“hi, my sweet girl,” he says, his eyes crinkling as he smiles.

the worry in your face melts just a bit, your eyes flicking down shyly.

see? his sweet girl, indeed.

“uhm, i,” you begin, clearing your throat when it cracks. “they’re ugly.”

“who is?”

simon doesn’t expect you to flip the camera to show him a pot of… chowder?

“i fucked up my mashed potatoes!”

a heartbeat passes before simon’s peeling laughter comes through. he disguises it as a cough, thumping his chest when the chuckles refuse to be smothered.

it’s just- he can’t look away from the fucked up potatoes, not even knowing where to begin to tell you how you screwed them up. did you add more milk than needed? why’s it so wet? did you add water to it too?

what-

simon’s thoughts stutter to a halt, his giddy laughter petering into quiet puffs.

“sweetheart?” he asks and simon’s blessed with the sight of your beautiful face again. “aren’t you supposed to be out with your friends tonight? why’re you making food?”

your lips jut out in a pout, your nose scrunching as you look away. it takes a heartbeat before you reply, your words chewed on as though you don’t want him to hear.

but simon did. and his heart is left to melt in the weight of his love for you.

“i asked if we could reschedule because you just came back and i wanted to, you know, have dinner with you.”

“oh,” simon whispers.

you sniff.

simon doesn’t hide his smile. “i’ll be there in ten, yeah?”

he catches you nod before simon’s off, running to his room to dress up, before snagging his car keys and the wrapped gift he prepared for you.

he swears that he carefully managed to go past the speed limit as he drives to your place. very carefully.

-

(extra)

dbf!simon who watches as the minutes go by as his message remains unanswered.

> you free?

he sees the notification that it’s been read. he waits to see if you will type up anything but the chat box remains an empty slate and the seconds of waiting turn to minutes.

to hours.

simon’s fist tightens around the box in his hand.

(johnny sees the diamonds and snorts. “tryna win her back with a rock, really?”

simon glares at him and johnny raises his hands in mock surrender.

he sighs and pushes the gift to johnny. “just take it. i’ve got no use for it.”

“anymore, you mean,” johnny adds, snickering even when he pockets the ring.

simon grunts and turns away, ignoring johnny as he tries to drown out the yawning in his heart.)

: this was supposed to be posted yesterday ahhh im sorry for the delay :(( merry christmas to those who are celebrating it!! happy winter break to those who arent ^v^ i love u guys soooo much <33

[rafeandonlyrafe]

iou

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control), friends to lovers, college!au (briefly), kind of nerdy reader but like more studious, partying, drinking

“seriously, y/n. anything. id pay-shit, id do anything. please.”

the final word out of rafes mouth is finally what breaks you as you slump against your seat. “fine!”

“thank you, thank you.” rafe says, hand gripping yours.

“you know how much extra work i have already rafe.” you whine. it's your fault truly for being an overachiever in college. everyone knows getting paired with you means you immediately take over all the work, having to do double or triple what the other students deal with.

“and that's why ill do anything for you. tell me whatever you want.” rafe pulls his wallet out, thinking you'd ask for money.

in your twelve years of being friends, you've never really shown an interest in money, especially when your parents have enough to send you to the best university, just like the cameron family.

“i don't want your money, rafe.” you roll your eyes. “you just… you just owe me, okay? ill figure it out later, i need to get to work on your assignment now.”

thankfully it's just an essay for a subject you already know a decent bit about, and you don't want to make it too good to make people suspicious of rafe submitting work clearly not done by him, but at the same time you want to save him from failing the class.

“thank you.” rafe says again. “you're actually the coolest girl here.”

you roll your eyes. if only rafe actually saw you that way. he's turned out to be a great friend, especially now that you're away from the outer banks, but he's still the life of every party, the guy all the girls look to. 

it's lead to some uncomfortable moments of trying to figure out if the new friends you were making were just using you to get close to him. 

you realized long before college that rafe didn't see you like other girls. you were his friend first, and a girl his age second. he never once tried to hit on you, even though you desperately wished things would change when you both decided on the same college.

--

“you know, i still owe you.” rafe says, setting a glass of lemonade down in front of you. “never would have passed that class without your essay.”

you smile, taking a sip. “oh, i haven't forgotten.”

you're home for the summer, back in the outer banks with no stress of classes, able to truly relax and unwind.

“seriously, ask for anything, anytime.” rafe says, taking a sip of his beer, the bottle already dripping with condensation.

“ten million dollars?” you smile and tilt your head to the side, making rafe roll his eyes before laughing.

you've only grown closer to rafe since coming home. you thought he'd be excited to see his friends who stayed on the island, but hes more interested in hanging out with you now that you're not busy.

“you're coming to the party this saturday right?” rafe asks. “topper told you about it?”

“yup.” you nod. “he texted me.”

“oh…” rafe hums, suddenly feeling a bite of jealousy he didn't expect. 

“wanna help me pick out a dress to wear?” you ask rafe. you have girl friends that you could talk to, but honestly, the more time you spend with rafe, the more open he becomes, and the less you want to see anyone else.

“absolutely.” 

--

rafe admires his choice as you bring back a drink for him, having just emptied your own glass. 

“here ya go.” you hand him the glass of whiskey before setting your drink down on the table in front of you. you tuck the skirt under your bum as you sit down. of course rafe had to go for the smallest and tightest dress you own, claiming he just really liked the color.

“you're the best.” rafe smiles at you, a soft, slightly drunk, twinkle in his eye.

“yeah, yeah, yeah.” you roll your eyes, tipping your feet to the side to get some weight off your heels. it's been too long since you've worn anything other than sneakers and crocs.

“seriously.” rafe moves his chin to his knuckles, elbow resting on the side of the couch. “you helped me with my essay and so much more when we were at college and you're not even sick of me and telling me to fuck off now that we're back home.”

“id never tell you to fuck off.” you shake your head, taking a large sip of your drink, feeling it immediately add to your buzz.

“we should dance.” you suggest, looking at the crowd of bodies all twisting together in time with the music.

“is that you using the iou?” rafe asks.

you stand up, looking down at rafe. “i need to use an iou to have you dance with me?”

“nope.” rafe stands suddenly, making you aware of how close you are, chests practically touching, mouths hovering not far apart.

you hesitate, just as rafe seems to freeze, before you both move in, rafes lips smashing against yours as you kiss wildly, hands not shy despite all the people around as rafes large palms squeeze your ass, while yours dive underneath his shirt, feeling his muscles.

“fuck, upstairs.” you gasp, rafes lips moving to allow you to catch your breath, but only to kissing your jaw.

rafe doesn't speak, simply lifts you up and allows you to wrap your legs around his waist. you don't care that your dress bunches up and makes your underwear clearly visible to everyone passing by, now when your lips are on rafes neck while he carries you.

as he bounds up the stairs, moving as quickly as he can, you take a moment to suck a hickey into his tanned skin. no way you're going to let this moment go without claiming him for yourself.

rafe pushes into a random guest bedroom. the bed is stripped down to just a sheet, but it'll do as he locks the door behind him, hands fumbling briefly at the doorknob before securing it.

rafe lays you back on the bed, glad to have his lips reconnect with yours as you begin to kiss again, both completely unencumbered by what the kiss means with the alcohol flowing through your bodies.

rafe held himself back for so long, not wanting to ruin his friendship, that he has to force himself to not go wild and immediately tear your dress off.

“baby-” rafe gasps out. 

“if you want to stop, im using my iou to get you to fuck me.” 

“no.” rafe laughs and shakes his head. “save it for when we are arguing over where to eat or what we want to name our future child. im going to fuck you.”

you feel your cheeks flare up, clearly rafe is thinking of this as the start of a relationship, not just a one time hookup, and you couldn't be more happy and relieved.

“fuck me then.” it's all you need to say to get rafe moving again, hands pawing at your dress as you work it off your body, leaving you in nothing but a strapless bra and a tiny thong you put on hoping rafe would see it.

you pull at rafes shirt, a pout on your lips, asking him to take it off without using words.

rafe is quick to oblige you, tossing his shirt somewhere in the room as your lips reconnect, rafes hands gripping at your chest while you feel the muscles along his arms and shoulders.

“i-i need you so bad. i don't have a condom though.” rafe would go down to the party half naked begging for one if you really wanted him to.

“it's okay, im on birth control.” you take rafes hand and press it to your arm, allowing him to feel your implant. “and im clean.”

rafe nods, a smile breaking out on his face just at the thought of getting to have you bare. “im clean too.”

“what are you waiting for then?”

rafe is quick to finish undressing you, practically drooling when he sees your tits, teased so long by only getting to see them underneath sweaters and tshirts, teased by sneaking peeks while you were busy studying or deep in thought.

he takes a moment to press a kiss to each of your nipples, watching them bloom underneath the touch, but he will have all the time in the world to focus on them later as he moves to undressing himself, pushing his shorts and underwear down in one quick movement.

“oh.” your eyes widen when you see rafes cock for the first time.

“ill be gentle.” rafe says, pulling your thong down your thighs. “promise.”

“okay.” you nod, allowing yourself to relax as you rest against against the bed, feeling the way rafe positions himself until your eyes blink open and see his face hovering above yours.

“what?” you ask, suddenly feeling shy as you blush.

“nothing. you're just beautiful.” rafe bends down to kiss you at the same moment his cock presses against your entrance, his lips keeping you distracted from tensing up as he slowly pushes in, being as gentle as he possibly can with his length until he's seated fully inside of you.

“you're so-” rafe gasps out. “warm and wet.”

“of course im wet.” you giggle. “wanted this for so long.”

“wish i would have stopped trying to be the perfect friend and just did this earlier.” rafe shakes his head with a slight laugh. “you- you feel amazing.”

“you can move.” you nod to rafe.

he keeps his movements slow and steady, watching your face as he does, fully focused on just your pleasure.

“faster, it's okay.” you tell rafe, hands gripping his shoulders as he begins to move, hips swinging in faster, meeting yours in a loud slap until it's clear to everyone outside of the room exactly what is happening.

your moans grow as well until you're making constant noises, drowned out past the door by the music pumping through the speakers. rafe swears the way you sound right now is better than any other song.

he drops a hand to your pussy, shifting his weight onto one elbow as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing over it as he learns what you like, watching the way your face twists and contorts in pleasure.

“gonna-gonna cum.” you warn.

“im close too.” rafe says. he could have cum the moment he pushes inside you, but he's been waiting for you to be ready to release, wanting to meet your highs at the same time.

“inside me, rafe.” you don't want him to pull out, you want to feel what it's like to have him release inside of you.

he nods rapidly, breathing deeply as he focuses on your clit, ignoring the swelling of his cock until your head tips back and pussy tightens, and then he crumbles.

--

you never end up using your iou. not when you go back to college and you rope him into helping you study late at night. 

not even when planning your wedding where rafe jokes about you using it to have your first dance song be to taylor swift, but he concedes and agrees without you needing to use it.

not when you're raising your child together and you want to dress your daughter up in a pink bunny costume for easter, while rafe wants her in a more traditional dress.

you never need to use it when you want rafe to kiss you, to hold you, to make love to you, because that's exactly what he wants to be doing anyways.

[oh-katsuki]

i love putting characters through hurt and im thinking right now about the "one that got away" trope, particularly in the context of the katy perry song....

katsuki sitting alone in his kitchen. it's well lit, beautiful really. everything a successful pro-hero could ever hope to have, but he can't help but think about the person he'd originally intended to share it with.

all those years ago on his shitty couch in his shitty apartment, you tucked under his arm with a glass of shitty chardonnay that sloshes every time you laugh with your belly. fantasizing about having the type of open living room that would let you see into the kitchen. about an archway with crown-molding, peering into a warmly lit kitchen. no more renting. talking with you about the type of furniture you'd fill the space with. warm dark wood, an antique dining table, bookshelves and not needing to worry about just how much space they take up.

he can't help but think about how he'd decorated it the way you'd talked about. it was unconsciously done, of course and he only really notices it on late nights like these. when he's alone with a cup of steaming tea and takes a moment to remember where he is. katsuki can't help but feel that you'd like the way he decorated his house. like somehow, on some level, he'd done it for you.

of course, that was years ago. 10 maybe? yeah, 10 sounds right. it may be longer, but if it is, katsuki doesn't really want to think about it. just more wasted time.

he tries to be positive about it, about his good standing in life. fame, wealth, power even. he tries to be grateful for the blessings, for the job he loves, the home he finds beautiful, the friends who pulled him out when you left. katsuki tries to move on, to continue forward. but nights like these make the wound fresh. they cut him open a little bit.

it could have been really good, he thinks. if he'd been a little smarter or a little wiser. if he'd ponied up his courage to... be more. pride's a bitch though and it really only leaves you when what matters most already has. but it could have been good. this house could have been good. you could have sat with him, worried about him. he could have taken care of you.

there have been other people. katsuki has tried, he really has. but he's still a bit too stubborn. it only gets worse with age. everyone has a little bit of you in them. something that reminds him of the way things could have been. snippets of someone too far away to reach. yeah, they all have a little bit of you, but they're not you. that's where katuski thinks he's gone wrong.

he has people that never really leave him. that's just who he is. you're one of them, he supposes. in another life, you wouldn't be the one that got away. he'd look in the mirror at his premature gray hairs and instead of being alone, you'd come up next to him and tell him that you've always liked a silver fox. yeah, that sounds about right, like something you would say.

you're probably married now. katsuki can't really bring himself to check, doesn't really want to. no point in mulling it over, he thinks. his tea's getting cold.