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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

GO FOR IT! ; YUUTA OKKOTSU

synopsis; yuuta’s been crushing on you ever since the first group project you had together, but he’s too nervous to confess. luckily, he has some over-eager friends willing to help! step 1: ask for your number!

word count; 7.4k

contents; yuuta okkotsu/reader, gn!reader, university au, yuuta majors in creative writing and writes poetry in his spare time <3, no curses au, yuuta is a cutiepie, he’s also a loserboy, pining and longing, unrequited love, maki inumaki and panda are wingmen (but not very good ones), fluffy vibes, gojo makes a guest appearance (stay safe), literally just yuuta being whipped for like 7k words straight

a/n; im gonna have to edit this a lot i think….. but for now it should be fine :3 i love the boy!!

”you’re staring. again.”

yuuta flinches. a jolt overtakes him, running through his body, and the pen he’d been absently writing with slips from his fingers. it tumbles down to the ground with a soft thunk. 

gazing up at the shadow towering over him, his eyes are wide, a little flustered; like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. like he’s expecting a smack on the head from the person in front of him.

— it’s maki. 

and she looks displeased, lips pursed and a single eyebrow raised. unimpressed, as she stares him down — the same way he’d been looking at you just a second ago.

”they’re gonna think you’re a creep if they catch you, you know,” she sighs, shifting from one foot to another. carrying her bass in a case on her back.

”maki, c’mon,” comes from behind her, an even larger figure strolling up to the pair. grinning brightly, fluffy hair tousled by the afternoon breeze. ”cut him some slack!” 

”salmon,” a third voice joins in. inumaki’s got some green paint staining the sleeve of his hoodie, and his fingers are dirtied with charcoal.

his closest friends, all joining him on the table they usually frequent on campus. right next to a giant tree, casting a pleasantly cool shade and obscuring the irritating brightness of the sun.

maki, headstrong and resilient. infamously rude. a music major, primarily, though yuuta knows she has more than a couple minors. if you pay attention, you can see her almost everywhere on campus, and she always does well on exams. confident, enough so that just being around her makes yuuta feel a little more secure in himself.

panda, a big kid with a big heart, always wearing monochrome clothes. ‘panda’ can’t possibly be his real name, though yuuta’s never found the courage to ask. truthfully, he isn’t sure panda even has a major, or goes to this university at all — but nobody’s mentioned it yet, and he doubts they ever will.

and then inumaki, the quiet kid, always helpful and kind. a little teasing, too. selectively mute, speaking exclusively in rice ball ingredients, but yuuta has already begun adjusting to the thought behind his phrases. an art student with remarkable talent, from sculptures to comics to paintings. he mostly spends his lectures playing games on his phone, though. and he's the kindest guy yuuta knows.

his beloved friends. the reason he can smile through each day, even when it’s a little difficult.

and maki’s right, he knows she is. if you were to lock eyes with him, and realize he’d been glancing over at you for the past ten minutes… god, he doesn’t even want to think about it. you’d be weirded out for sure, wouldn’t you?

but yuuta just can’t help it. you’re far too radiant to ever look away from, smile much too pretty.

you’re just sitting there, laughing and talking with your friends, the same as any other day. comparing hand sizes with miwa, or leaning over to whisper in mai’s ear. snorting over something momo said, or trying to understand the code kokochi’s fiddling with on his laptop. just being yourself, with people you’re close to.

and yuuta desperately wishes he could be among them. wishes he could see your honeyed smile up close, hear the melodic lilt of your laughter, breathe in the lingering scent of your shampoo. he wishes he could speak to you without stuttering, without tripping over his feet — hang out with you outside of class. just something small, like studying together, or grabbing a bite to eat.

he wishes he could get to know you. 

yuuta thinks he must seem like a fool, to be so affected by your mere presence. everything comes to him so easily, when he looks at you; the pitter patter of his heart, his sweaty hands, the whirlwind of butterflies swirling in his chest. even just the way you twirl your hair or chew on your pencil is so mesmerizing. 

so all he can do is stare, hopeless, a moth to a flame. basking in the warmth of your gaze, directed at your friends.

hoping one day, maybe… that warmth will fall upon him, as well.

(maybe one day.)

”hellooo? earth to yuuta!”

”see? he’s hopeless.”

”mentaiko…”

”inumaki’s right. he’s a man in love!”

”he’s a boy with a stupid crush,” maki scoffs, picking at a piece of lint on her tank top. ”and we have a study session we need to get done. the exam’s next week, remember?”

exam.

yuuta shoots up, wasting no time in grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. the ring hanging around his neck dangles with the sudden movement, and he clutches onto it.

”ah — right!” he squeaks, apologetic. ”sorry, it completely slipped my mind —”

before his mind can begin to overthink every action he’s taken these past few hours, a hand reaches out to pat his shoulder. pat, pat. reassuring and stabilizing.

inumaki smiles at him. yuuta can’t see his mouth, from behind the fabric of his hoodie, but his eyes crinkle softly; and it’s enough to put yuuta’s heart at ease.

”don’t apologize,” maki says. simple, straightforward. ”let’s just get going. i need to do better than naoya did last time.”

”you’re still mad about that, huh?”

”he only got a higher score because i wasn’t on top of my game,” she grumbles, digging her nails into the pockets of her baseball jacket. ”he doesn’t even like music. he’s just taking the course to piss me off. grown ass man.”

a chuckle slips from yuuta’s lips. the warm breeze ruffles his hair, and he holds onto the strap of his backpack, following closely behind as his friends begin to leave. sending one final glance at your figure, over by a table near the apricot trees.

and that’s when it happens.

— he looks over at you, and finds that your eyes are already on him. 

a moment passes.

while yuuta struggles to find his breathing, your lips curl up into a soft smile. then you raise your hand, waving to him cheerily, teeth peeking out from between your lips. he can see it clearly, even with the distance between you. 

a smile that glimmers like a jewel, in the light of the sun. 

yuuta feels his lips part, mouth falling open ever so slightly. but he waves back, afraid to take too long, unable to stop the pounding of his heartbeat — smiling giddily, like a schoolgirl tripping over her feet. 

his friends just watch, wholly unimpressed.

”do you think he’d notice if i threw a rock at him?”

”maki!”

”what do you like about them, anyway?”

the question is unexpected. yuuta has to do a double take, eyes straying from his excerpt of sappho 31 up to the person seated across from him. tapping her pencil on the edge of the table, resting her sharp jaw on the heel of her palm. 

”huh?”

”them. your crush,” maki reiterates. ”what caught your attention? there’s got to be something, yeah?”

”oh?” panda chirps, leaning back in his chair. a teasing grin playing at his lips. “i thought you didn’t care about his silly little crush.”

”i don’t.” a huff pushes past her lips, hands reaching to fix her lazy ponytail, hair tie dangling from between her teeth. ”i’m just bored. i already know all this, anyway.”

”tuna mayo.”

”oh, are you curious too, inumaki?”

”well, out with it. why them?”

yuuta blinks. once, then twice — mind spinning in circles, as his friends await his answer.

and, truthfully, yuuta can’t pinpoint the exact moment he felt it. that burst of joy, that tinge of excitement — the puppy love that rika always spoke of. she was always good at verbalizing her emotions, in a way yuuta never could.

(he always knew he loved her, but he could never put it into words.)

and he knows that he likes you. he knows because every word you speak has him stumbling over what to say, because even a single smile sent his way makes the world feel so gentle. he knows because he’d probably throw himself into incoming traffic, if you just asked him to.

but he can’t put it into words. not spoken ones, anyhow — putting them on paper is one thing, the one thing he can do. writing out his love for you in similes and metaphors, sonettes and alexandrines. it’s how he copes with everything; writing and writing, til his fingers start to hurt. he can compare you to a dandelion, to the way cicadas buzz in the light of the sun. the scent of childhood. but it’s harder to speak it out loud, to turn the feelings into sounds — that’s maki’s specialty, not his.

why does yuuta like you?

he remembers it clear as day, but still can’t pinpoint the exact second he fell headfirst into love. it was more of a creeping realization, something soft and sweet trickling through his veins. that sinking feeling, how helplessly he fell for you.

it all started with a pencil.

in hindsight, it’s a little silly. but yuuta can’t bring himself to think back to that moment with anything other than fondness.

(your smile was just so bright.)

that day had been a disaster. he was nervous, painfully so, afraid of every single new thing he came across during his first week of uni. scatterbrained, running on almost no sleep, unsure of where to put his feet as he walked.

honestly — what kind of trainwreck forgets their pen and notebook during their very first workshop?

all that anxiety, all those hours spent overthinking, and he still couldn’t manage something so small. in the moment, he almost panicked; sitting with you, a total stranger, wholly unprepared for such a simple assignment. read a couple excerpts, analyze them on paper. all yuuta could do was stare blankly at his lap, frozen, throat dry. hands cold with sweat.

but then you smiled.

”did you forget your notebook?” you had asked, voice set to a soothing tilt. calm, not angry or impatient.

”ah — yeah, i, um…” yuuta could only swallow thickly, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie. ”i’m sorry. i haven't been sleeping well, so —”

”hey, hey, it’s fine!” you chuckled, teeth peeking out from between your lips. ”i totally get it. i almost forgot my laptop at yesterday’s lecture. we can just share!”

then you pushed your notebook closer to him, inviting him in. moving your chair a little, angling it towards him. but all yuuta could think of was how pretty your smile looked, how kind your presence felt.

”here you go,” you grinned, snapping him out of his trance. ”you can use this.”

a pencil. yuuta took it from your opened palm, gazing at it in wonder. an orange-coloured, halloween-themed pumpkin design. completely out of season. the tiny pumpkin was cute, though.

such a casual kindness. but maybe that's exactly why it made his heart flutter so deeply; as if you did it without even really thinking. as if kindness comes easy, to you.

that’s probably how it began. by the time the workshop ended, yuuta knew that he liked you, and he knew that he wanted nothing more than to be your friend.

(subconsciously, his fingers tap at the zipper of his backpack. the pumpkin pen is still with him, after you waved him off with a smooth you can keep it, if you want. yuuta has found that he always writes best when he uses it.)

”well?”

maki’s voice snaps him out of his trip down memory lane, and he stumbles for something to say. what does he like about you?

squirming, yuuta feels his face heat up, as he thinks of you. all he can see is your smile, the kindness in the tilt of your voice. the brightness of the grin you sent his way. warm and saccharine, like the sun peeking out after a downpour — when the streets smell like honeydew and rain.

”they’re just… so cool,” he finally sighs, a dreamy look smoothing over his face. ”they’re so nice. and their smile is so beautiful. they’re so smart, too — god, you should see the way they write — everything about them is just…”

yuuta blushes a deep red, smiling even still. lovesick. ”.. so, so wonderful.”

maki freezes in the midst of the tapping of her pencil. panda stops kicking at the foot of the table. and inumaki looks away from his phone, messing up his full combo.

a moment of silence passes. the study hall grows quiet, and yuuta looks down at his lap; suddenly embarrassed. sipping from his little carton of apple juice.

”hey…” panda starts, delicate. somehow, yuuta dreads the teasing edge to his voice. ”have you thought about confessing to them, yuuta?”

”what?” the boy in question squeaks, choking on his juice. ”no, of course not!”

”why?” maki deadpans. popping a chip into her mouth. ”you’re head over heels, right? might as well do something about it.”

inumaki hums. affirmative.

”i… don’t know,” yuuta sighs. a heavy breath, a little wobbly. meek. ”they’d just reject me, wouldn’t they? i mean…”

(you’re totally out of his league. right?)

maki scoffs, sitting up a little straighter. there’s an angered kind of affection in her eyes. ”you’re just deciding that all on your own. how would you know how they feel?”

the gaze she sends his way is intense. it always has been. there’s a kindness to it, though, something that makes yuuta want to look her in the eye — but he can’t, eyes still locked on his hands, resting in his lap. ”… still,” he manages a weak smile, somewhat sheepish. ”even if i wanted to, there’s no way i could. i’m too much of a coward.”

…

maki slams her textbook shut. the sound is sudden, loud. yuuta flinches, and a wince leaves inumaki’s lips. panda just watches her, snacking on some chips, a mild curiousity simmering in his eyes.

the girl in question gets up from her seat, grabbing her bass case and throwing it over her shoulder. then she looks at yuuta, eyes full of decision.

”— well, lucky for you, we’ve got some time to spare.”

a blink. yuuta gazes up at the girl in front of him, tilting his head in confusion.

maki sighs. exasperated. ”i’m saying we’ll help you. don’t look so resigned, dumbass.”

at that, panda gets up too — suddenly excited. ”are you thinking what i’m thinking?”

she just huffs, smiling even still. ”probably not. but let’s hear it.”

the grin on his face widens. he scribbles something down in his notebook, showing off the writing proudly. ”operation: get yuuta to confess is about to commence!”

inumaki turns off his phone. sitting up straight, arms decisively crossed, a strangely serious expression on his face. completely invested.

”wait — wait!” yuuta stutters, eyes wide with flustered shock. ”don’t i get a say in this?”

”of course not.”

”nope!”

”bonito flakes.”

”b… but —”

”alright, so here’s what i’m thinking,” panda begins, writing down unintelligible notes on the pages of his tattered notebook. ”we need to start small. we don’t want yuuta getting heart palpitations and fainting in the middle of campus, so —”

”tuna mayo?”

”yeah, that’s perfect! hang on, lemme just…”

”let me see. i don’t want you messing this up.”

yuuta’s voice comes out tiny, as it falls from his lips. more of a squeaky breath. ”guys, i really — you don’t need to —”

panda continues to scribble in the notebook, engrossed, arm hanging off maki’s shoulder as they go over the contents. inumaki nods along, walking over to them with lazy steps. yuuta’s protests go unnoticed, and all he can do is watch them mutter under their breaths.

”— okay. listen up, yuuta.”

he raises his head, and meets maki’s sharp eyes. she’s smiling, strolling over to place the notebook right in front of him. ”here’s how this is gonna go.”

yuuta looks down. 

everything is written out with a pink sharpie, glittery and pretty. there are little hearts doodled out across the pages, and he can tell exactly which ones were drawn by who. all of them look messy, with the exception of inumaki’s perfect little shapes. 

and there, right in the middle, lies a line of text.

panda reads it out, voice loud and cheery, while maki and inumaki stick close. all smiling, as a chill crawls down yuuta’s spine.

”step 1: ask for their number!”

plan a

”okay, so… what am i supposed to do, exactly?”

panda throws an arm over yuuta’s shoulder, and he’s enveloped by the scent of fresh sunlight. the weight is heavy, a comfort. ”we’re going with my plan first! it’s the best one, so don’t worry.”

”i don’t know about that,” maki scoffs. ”we can’t ask mai. best case scenario, she’ll laugh at us a little and say no.”

inumaki hums. he rips out a part of the notebook he’s been tasked with carrying, doodling a little face and showing it to the rest of his friends.

yuuta leans in close. it’s a cute doodle, charming. and he can tell who it’s supposed to depict. miwa kasumi.

”yeah, she’s our best bet,” maki sighs, brushing some specks of dust off her jeans. ”she seems like the nicest one in that group.”

yuuta tilts his head, brows furrowed in confusion. he plays with the ring hanging around his neck, a nervous tick he’s never managed to get rid of. ”wait, so…” he trails off, unsure. ”what are we doing, exactly?”

panda tugs him closer, a friendly smile on his face. ”we’re going to their friends for help!” he beams. ”that’ll be easier for you, right?”

a blink. yuuta gazes into the eyes of his friend, something soft blooming in his eyes.

they can be a chaotic bunch — but they’re still so considerate. considerate enough to know asking for your number straight out would be too much for him. considerate enough to think of his comfort, in a way no one else has bothered to before.

(faced with such immense understanding, such genuine friendship, how could he ever bear to let them down?)

”… alright,” yuuta gulps, clutching his ring as if to give him courage. managing a smile. ”let’s do this, then!”

with newfound determination, the four of them seek out miwa kasumi. it doesn’t take too long — she’s studying, going over legal codes in the library, eyes narrowed in concentration. and she isn’t alone.

”hey, miwa. muta.”

the pair look up from their respective textbooks and laptop, meeting the gaze of a certain maki zenin, waltzing over to their table. miwa smiles, but kokichi doesn’t say anything.

”hi, maki! how are you?”

”i’m good,” she answers, straight to the point; but her eyes soften a little. then she gestures towards yuuta with a tilt of her head. ”sorry, but this guy needs your help.” 

”hm?” miwa shifts in her seat, meeting yuuta’s nervous gaze, as he steps forward. ”ah, you’re… okkotsu, right?”

”ah, yeah! sorry for interrupting you two…”

”no, no! please, don’t worry about it,” she grins. sweet and soft, twirling a lock of her hair between her fingers. ”we don't mind. right?”

kokichi still doesn’t say anything. but he nods, when miwa meets his eyes — and yuuta notices that they seem a lot softer when she does.

”so, here’s how it is…”

panda explains the situation to the pair. yuuta looks down at the floor, face flushed as he shifts from foot to foot. by the time he’s finished, miwa looks wholly invested, and kokichi looks a little less like all he wants is for them to leave him and miwa be.

”awww, that’s so sweet!!” she gushes, clasping her hands together. eyes glimmering with excitement.

”right,” maki hums. already a little impatient. ”so, basically — we need their number.”

”… ah. well, um —” miwa trails off, averting her gaze. she looks over at kokichi, but he only shrugs, going back to his coding. ”see, here’s the thing…”

with an apologetic look in her eyes, she turns to yuuta. ”i support you 100% — but i dunno if it’d feel right to just… give away their number like that, you know?” she mumbles, sheepishly. ”i think you should ask them, yourself. that’d be way more romantic!”

”yeah, but that’s a tall hurdle for a socially anxious guy…” panda mutters, patting yuuta’s back.

”still! i’m sure they’d appreciate you being direct.” miwa closes her eyes, a dreamy expression painted on her face. ”i’d be elated if someone asked for my number like that!! all stuttering and shy… it’d be so cute!”

(if anyone notices kokichi stiffening beside her, they don’t mention it.)

maki sighs, resigned. ”well, i don’t think we’re getting any numbers here. good. what kind of creep just texts someone out of nowhere, anyway?”

”i thought it was a good plan!” panda protests, pouting a little. maki shoots him a look.

”it was an awful plan. what were you planning to say? hey, i forced your friend to give me your number, but would you want to hang out sometime?” she crosses her arms with a sharp scoff. ”i’d beat your ass!”

panda grumbles a little under his breath, but doesn’t say anything. 

”sorry i couldn’t be of more help,” miwa mumbles, sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head. ”good luck, though! i hope they say yes!”

”thanks, miwa,” yuuta smiles, already in the process of being tugged away by his friends. ”i really appreciate it!”

plan a

plan b

”alright, inumaki’s turn. what’s your take on the situation, mister?”

the boy in question sits up straight, back resting against a tree trunk. he writes something down, and yuuta waits, patiently — absentmindedly staring at the white petals of the apricot trees on campus. pure, fleeting, sweet blossoms unfurling before him.

when he’s finished, inumaki presents the page to yuuta, and everyone gathers round. reading the writing, eyes trailing over his little doodles. panda grins, and maki strokes her chin in contemplation.

”you’re a genius, inu!”

”well, it’s probably the easiest way to go about it…”

yuuta purses his lips. it’s a good plan, he thinks; writing out a note, and passing it to you in the middle of class. that way, he won’t have to turn his feelings into sounds, won’t have to speak them out loud. there’s a safety to it, the trickling of ink across blank papers. one that’s never failed him.

”… that should work,” he mumbles, and inumaki visibly brightens. ”what am i supposed to write, though?”

”just be straightforward.”

”not seconded!” panda huffs, crossing his legs. ”you need to be dramatic. heartfelt. that’ll catch their attention!” he stops to think for a moment, a hum buzzing loudly in his throat. ”hey — why not write them a love poem? put those skills to good use!”

”a love poem?” yuuta squeaks, a slight heat rising to the tips of his ears. ”there’s no way i could do that! and i’m not skilled, i —”

a pause. yuuta bites his lip.

”… it’d just be embarrassing,” he finally mutters, playing with his ring.

(he wonders what rika would think, if she were here. what she’d advise him to do — would she like the love poem idea? probably.)

”well, you could at least try. who knows, maybe they’ll like it,” maki attempts to reassure him, chewing at a piece of gum. ”if they’re anything like miwa, it’ll be easy.”

gnawing at his bottom lip, yuuta emits an anxious hum. deep in thought. maybe you would like it, but… what if you just think it’s cheesy?

maki observes him, intently. listening to the emotions behind his silence. tapping the pads of her fingers on her knee, in a rhythmic motion. ”… at least try writing something out,” she says. ”if you can’t think of anything, then just copy some random old guy. what was his name, uh — catallas? or something?”

yuuta’s gaze snaps up, eyes gone wide. ”catullus?” he gapes, in disbelief. ”are you insane? do you even know what kind of poems he wrote?”

maki shoots him a confused look, and a tilt of her head. ”isn’t he the ’give me a thousand kisses’ guy?”

”he is, but that’s —” a sigh, exasperated. flustered, as it flows from his parted lips. then he shakes his head. ”nevermind. it doesn’t matter.”

”tuna…” inumaki mumbles, nudging yuuta’s shoulder with his head. a silent encouragement. and even with no words, yuuta knows what he’s trying to say.

just be yourself. this is your specialty, right? 

write from your heart.

”inumaki…” yuuta meets his gaze, and is met with a pair of warm eyes. a friendly punch meets his shoulder, soft and delicate. kind.

”… alright. i’ll write it!”

”that’s the spirit!” panda grins. ”just give it to them during tomorrow’s lecture.”

”yeah,” yuuta nods, mustering the courage to smile. ”i will!”

when yuuta gets home that night, he makes himself a cup of coffee with too much sugar, and gets ready to write.

he listens to maki’s acoustic guitar covers through his headphones, curled up with the fluffy blanket panda gave him, and munches on a hastily made onigiri to give himself much-needed energy.

(writing with a certain pumpkin-themed pencil, basking in the scratching of lead against blank pages.)

his hands are shaking.

it’s barely noticeable, but it’s there. that nervous shiver of his bones, the rattling of his skeleton. you’re sitting right next to him, so close he can smell the shampoo you use, the mint off your breath —

and yuuta can’t seem to hand you the note.

he spent all last night writing it. putting every single little drop of his love into every single little word. but that fear of rejection still remains, rendering him useless, unable to act.

you’re listening to the lecture, but only halfheartedly, absentmindedly doodling in your notebook. out of boredom, he assumes.

it’s the perfect moment to strike.

yuuta’s hands are shaking, and his heartbeat is stuttering, crawling up his throat. he takes a sip of water, hoping it’ll make the dry sensation go away, but it doesn’t work.

(just be yourself.)

with a deep intake of breath, he pushes the note over to you — not daring to look your way.

his eyes remain glued on the laptop screen in front of him, but he hears you pick it up, hears the rustling of paper as you unfold it. his heart echoes with a similar rhythm, unstable, borderline erratic. the rest of the lecture passes by slowly, minute by minute, at an agonizing pace.

when it finally ends, yuuta has to restrain the urge to run away — turning towards you slowly, hesitantly, as if just the sight of you could blind him if he isn’t careful. but you’re already looking at him. and you’re smiling.

”that was so good, yuuta!”

….

huh?

”sorry, but i honestly don’t have any feedback,” you mumble, eyes trailing over the note again. ”i like it a lot. i didn’t know you wrote poetry!”

”… ah.”  yuuta stumbles for something to say. staring into your eyes, blankly. dumbly. ”t.. thank you! i’m glad you liked it.”

with a brief shake of your head, you smile, and something sickly sweet unfurls in his chest. ”not at all. thanks for letting me read it! i’m sorry i can’t really help you improve…”

mentally, yuuta falls to his knees. places his palms on the floor and dry heaves, clutching his heart. did you not get it? was he not clear enough? he wrote it with you in mind, so —

”maybe you could show it to professor nanami?” you suggest, unaware of the turmoil within the boy to your right. ”i'm sure he’ll be a great help! he can seem a bit intimidating, but he’s nice.”

”.. yeah,” yuuta smiles, weakly. ”i’ll do that. thanks again.”

for a moment, he isn’t even upset. because you flash him another bright smile, and suddenly, even the frustration of yet another setback doesn’t feel so awful.

(maybe it’s fine, he thinks. maybe this is enough; speaking to you, getting to see your smile up close. maybe he doesn’t need anything else, after all.)

”so?” maki questions, waiting for him outside of class with his other two friends. ”how’d it go?”

shoulders slumped, but still wearing a smile on his face, yuuta chuckles. it comes out sounding a little strangled. ”they… thought i wanted their feedback on my poetry.”

….

”what.”

panda attempt to stifle his laughter, but it doesn’t really work. inumaki elbows him gently, but yuuta sees his eyes crinkle, too. he breathes out a low chuckle. ”they liked the poem, at least. so i’m happy.”

a sigh falls from maki’s lips, and she waltzes over to him, a hand on her hip. the other reaches out for the note in his palm. ”let me see.”

quickly unfolding it, her eyes trail across the words on the pages, the flowery lines of writing —

and then she shoots him an unimpressed look.

”.. yuuta,” she pinches the bridge of her nose. ”what the hell is this? you didn’t even mention their number.”

panda leans over her shoulder, peeking at the text. eyes glancing over a couple lines, riddled with sugarsweet metaphors. ”uh, wow. you… really got into it, huh?”

a groan leaves yuuta’s lips, the sound muffled as he cradles his head in his hands. ”please don’t say anything else. i just wanna crawl into a hole and die…”

inumaki shakes his head, erratic, pointing at the poem with shining eyes. ”mentaiko!”

”ah, you liked it? thanks, inumaki…”

the boy in question smiles, shooting yuuta a thumbs up. he returns it with a small smile of his own.

surrounded by his friends, all he can do is bask in their warmth — and the memory of the smile you gave him.

plan a plan b

plan c

a groan fills the air, as yuuta slumps over the table. cheek pressed against the cold wood, absently kicking his legs, voice meek and defeated.

”this is never gonna work,” he mutters under his breath. eyes devoid of hope. ” i’m just not cut out for this, guys…”

”aw, c’mon….” panda reaches over to ruffle his hair, palm big and warm. ”don’t give up hope! you want to grow closer to them, don’t you?”

”i do, but…” he sighs. ”this isn’t going very well, is it…?”

inumaki frowns, sending yuuta a sympathetic glance.

”oh, quit moping already!” maki grumbles. ”we just need to keep brainstorming. isn’t it time for my plan, yet?”

”should we really even keep going…?” another sigh, heavy with fatigue. yuuta’s mind spins in circles, tiring him out. rendering him a bit cynical. ”i mean… maybe it’s fine if things stay this way.”

a moment passes. maki looks at him, emitting a soft scoff. ”what, so you’re just gonna keep pining for the rest of the term?”

”that’s the plan.”

”yuuta…” panda pouts, shoes bumping against his beneath the table. ”be more positive! just think about it; with every step you take, you get closer to confessing!”

yet another groan. this one is deep, riddled with exhaustion. muffled into the table. ”that’s the scariest part…”

before either of his friends can begin to persuade him otherwise, encourage him further, a sing-songy voice echoes throughout the air. loud, cheery — a little bit obnoxious.

”oh? did someone just say confess?”

at the same instant the sound reaches their ears, a chill runs down the youths’ spines. in tandem with each other, they raise their heads; gazes falling on a certain satoru gojo.

panda and maki are the first to act, speaking simultaneously as the white haired man inches closer. 

”— no.”

maki closes the notebook containing operation: get yuuta to confess, right before their professor can get close enough to see it. then she turns towards him, shooting him a cold look.

”your hearing’s getting bad,” she hums. ”maybe you should book a doctor’s appointment.”

a pout. gojo takes a seat right beside her, uncomfortably long legs bumping against every single other pair of shoes beneath the table.

”oh, c’mon. you know i heard you.” his hand reaches out to ruffle her hair, but she smacks it away. ”you’re starting to sound just like megumi, y’know that?”

maki grits her teeth. ”guess it’s a genetic thing,” she huffs. ”now can you leave? don’t you have papers to grade?”

”don’t you have papers to write?” gojo smirks, a teasing mirth in his eyes. hidden behind his sunglasses. maki ignores him. 

placing his palms on the table, he leans a little closer, lips curled up into a cheshire grin. foreboding. ”sooo… yuuta’s got himself a little crush, huh?” he teases. ”tell your favorite professor allll about it. maybe i can help!”

”professor geto is our favorite,” maki shoots back, instantaneous.

a soft huff. there’s something sour in gojo’s expression, now. ”that guy? really?”

before the two can argue further, yuuta takes the opportunity to to speak. smiling apologetically, polite and sweet. ”thanks, mr. gojo, but…”

”he doesn't need your help,” maki cuts in. so much for diffusing the tension. ”and do you really expect us to believe you get girls?”

”wha — rude!” gojo scoffs. ”for your information, i’m a natural charmer!”

… 

a moment passes. then another.

”… tough crowd,” he clicks his tongue, met only with four blank stares. ”but, really — let me help! i'm your professor, you know?”

and this time, yuuta thinks that gojo’s smile looks just a little more sincere. something kind and gentle in the way his lips curl up, like a father’s affection for their children. something that makes yuuta falter.

(maki might like mr. geto more — but when it comes to yuuta, his favorite professor is a no-brainer.)

so he speaks up, again. ”we can at least hear him out, right…?” maki shoots him an unimpressed look, but he doesn’t back down. ”we’re stuck, anyway…”

and just like that, gojo brightens. it’s obvious, in the way he sits up, more alert. in the way his grin grows wider. ”right? what you need is the perspective of someone more experienced.”

”have you even talked to a girl before?”

”i see him at ieiri’s office, sometimes.”

”salmon.”

”isn’t she a lesbian? that doesn’t count. i mean, like, in a romantic context.”

”i thought mr. gojo was gay, too?”

”what? no way. have you seen the way he’s dressed —?”

gojo clears his throat, voice loud and grating. demanding attention, cutting his eager students off. ”anyway,” he chirps. ”gather round, children! i’ll tell you exactly how to ask the person you like for their number.”

”wh —” yuuta blinks. ”how’d you…?”

”operation ’get yuuta to confess!’, step 1: ask for their number!” gojo repeats, grinning ear to ear. voice rich with amusement. ”i like the glitter. it’s a nice touch.”

maki huffs. looks like she didn’t close it fast enough.

begrudgingly, the youths quiet down, finally willing to hear their professor out. and gojo seems satisfied, at last, speaking in a hushed whisper; eerily serious all of a sudden. ”ok, so here’s what you do…”

everything goes silent. yuuta strains his ears, and gojo parts his lips. 

”— just ask them! easy, right?

….

”let’s go, yuuta.”

”mentaiko.”

”i heard they're serving those sandwiches you like at the cafeteria today! let's hurry before they run out.”

”ah — i was just kidding!” gojo laughs, as his students get up from their seats. ”i have an actual answer!”

maki grabs her bass, inumaki takes the notebook, and panda ushers yuuta away. they begin to walk down the hall, ignoring the pleas of the man behind them. pouting, as his shout echoes throughout the hallway. 

”kids! come back!”

plan a plan b plan c

plan d

”okay, so this is going absolutely nowhere.”

relishing in the shadow cast by the giant campus tree, the four friends sit on their usual table, sandwiches in hand. yuuta takes a bite of his, tentative. a little disheartened.

”really, guys… i appreciate it a lot, but maybe we should stop here.”

maki huffs. reaching across the table, she gently smacks him over the head with her can of sprite. ”no way. we still haven’t tried my plan.”

he leans back, a little further, a hesitant look in his eyes. the sun shines down, relentless, but the air smells like rain. in the distance he sees clouds, dark, approaching at a slow pace.

an omen, he thinks. a reason not to speak out.

rika always liked the rain. she liked the scent that came with it, the puddles she could jump in. she liked shaking the branches of tiny trees, just to see him jolt and squeak as the raindrops hit him.

the ring around his neck weighs heavy on his heart. the promise of it, the oath within the silver.

(when we grow up, let’s get married!)

”earth to yuuta!”

his eyes flutter open.

the sun shines down, embracing the contours of his face. painting his world yellow. from this angle, staring up at the tree, he can see it breaking through; between the gaps of the green leaves, the white blossoms. forcing its way into his line of vision.

a flicker of hope.

”do you want to hear the plan or not?” maki scoffs, crossing her arms and tapping at her elbow. impatient.

yuuta meets her gaze, finding it in him to muster up just a little more determination. ”yeah,” he breathes. ”i do.”

a smile blooms on her face. ”good. alright.”

panda and inumaki inch closer to the pair, careful not to knock over the cans of soda resting on the table. in a mess of limbs and tousled hair, they gather round.

this is it, yuuta thinks — the final plan. if it fails, he’ll just have to keep pining from afar. memorizing your smile, over and over, until you graduate and part ways. 

this is it.

maki parts her lips.

”— just ask them,” she says. ”straight out.”

silence. 

a moment passes. a soft, pleasant breeze flits by, caressing yuuta’s skin. his ring sways with the wind, gently. 

”… huh?!”

panda furrow his brows, leaning closer with his palms on his knees. ”i thought we agreed that was stupid!” inumaki huffs out a low affirmative noise, holding his sketchbook tightly to his chest. but maki only puffs out her chest.

yuuta tilts his head, with a soft furrow of his brows. ”didn’t you just cuss out mr. gojo for suggesting that…?”

”well, it’s dumb when he says it…” she mutters, under her breath. then her gaze turns firm. ”look — yuuta.”

when the two lock eyes, he notices a steadfast determination, glimmering in her irises. something almost burning.

”you aren’t going to get anywhere if you’re too cowardly to even look them in the eye,” she tells him, not allowing him to squirm away from the eye contact. ”you guys can come up with those convoluted plans all you want, but there’s no way you’ll grow closer if you can’t face them.”

tousling her hair, softly, maki lets out a sigh. there’s a kindness to it, distinct. he can tell she’s trying to be tactful. 

”if you really want to get to know them, then you have to be direct. and you have to believe in yourself. you’ve already resigned yourself to the fact that they’ll say no — but that’s just dumb.”

panda winces, under his breath, but doesn’t say anything. maybe this is exactly what yuuta needs to hear.

the boy in question listens, the eyes of his friend boring into his own. determined, confident, sincere — everything he isn’t. everything he wants to be.

”even if you don’t believe it, you’re a charming guy. we all think so,” she continues, matter-of-factly. angered affection overflowing in her voice.

”have some confidence, dammit!”

a moment passes. yuuta feels his lips part, ever so slightly. a little speechless.

panda and inumaki sit shoulder to shoulder, hands over their eyes, shielding themselves from the sight in front of them. comically, as if it’s too bright to look at directly. 

”this… overflowing tough love…!”

”salmon roe…!”

maki grins, all teeth, a little wolfish. but kind. ”the worst thing they can say is no, right? 

yuuta blinks. ”maki…” he mumbles, looking into her eyes, a certain sensation running through his chest. a kind of confidence. passed on from her to him — one friend to another. the most natural exchange in the world.

then he smiles. a little meek, somewhat awkward — but bright. ”yeah. yeah, you’re right!”

the lazy grin on her lips only deepens, as she gets up to her feet, dusting non-existent dirt off her jeans. reaching a hand out for yuuta to take. ”c’mon, loser. shape up. you’re gonna steal their heart, aren’t you?”

a moment passes.

yuuta takes her hand in his. ”i am,” he swallows down a gulp. willing his voice to sound even a little bit self-assured.

and she pulls him up, effortlessly, overflowing with a natural resilience. still grinning cheekily. encouraging him. ”you’re gonna go out there and do your best, right?”

”i — i am!”

another voice chimes in. ”you’re gonna finish my essay for me this week, right?”

”i am!”

…

”wait —”

maki hits panda over the head with a soft thwack. a wince leaves his lips, and inumaki giggles, quieting down when maki sends him a warning glance.

”don’t throw him off his game,” she huffs. then she turns to yuuta once more. ”let’s go find them. alright, loverboy?”

a smile blooms on his lips. grateful, to be surrounded by such sunny people. ones that make it a little easier to smile each day. ”right.”

— but before either of them can take a step forward, a warm voice spills into the open air.

”um, yuuta?”

the boy in question stops in his tracks. he feels his eyes widen, spinning on his heels, hair ruffled by the breeze — turning to look at the source of the sound. 

it’s you.

you, with your sunkissed smile, that inviting voice. that soothing, soothing presence. one that has his heartbeat picking up in speed, hands growing sweaty, throat running dry. one that makes him feel a little bit feverish. and you’re looking right at him, into his eyes.

”hey!” he sputters, blinking rapidly to convince himself that he isn’t hallucinating. but you just keep smiling, answering his awkward greeting without skipping a beat.

”hi! sorry, could i just… talk to you, for a second?” 

he blinks. the world stops spinning.

(you… want to talk….

to him?)

attempting to find the words, any words, he opens his mouth — but nothing comes out. not a single syllable, no vowels, not even a sound. nothing at all.

he can only stare, star-struck.

it’s not until his friends push him forward that he’s snapped out of it; they surround him, on all sides, wearing matching grins. teasing and excited.

”don’t worry, he’s all yours!”

”have fun, you two!”

”salmon!”

— then they’re off. 

yuuta tries to reach for their sleeves, in a weak attempt to keep them from leaving, but they’re gone before he can even blink. leaving him all alone, with someone he can’t talk to without experiencing intense symptoms of heart failure. 

he stumbles for something to say, again, but thankfully you beat him to it.

”sorry for interrupting you guys,” you say, voice set to a low tilt. apologetic. and his throat unclogs, a little.

”ah, no, it’s fine!” he smiles, maybe a little too giddy. wanting so badly to reassure you, to put you at ease. ”i’m happy to speak to you!”

…

(oh god oh no why did i say that —)

your smile widens, blooming like a flower in the sunlight. unfurling in front of his very eyes. ”me too!” you say, excitedly. ”i feel like you and i have been talking more, recently… it’s nice.”

eyes crinkling, you wringle your hands together, and look at him fondly. yuuta’s surprised he manages to keep his knees from buckling.

”i think so too!” he grins, ears pink and dimples showing. 

both of you smile. the breeze curls around your hair, illuminating the colour of your eyes. yuuta stops breathing, for a moment — just taking it all in.

”so — anyway…” you murmur, fiddling with the fabric of your pants. ”um… haha. sorry, i’m — a little nervous…”

yuuta blinks.

(he knows where this is going. all the signs are there, right in front of him; the flush of your cheeks, the nervous tapping of your fingers, the hesitance in your eyes. he’s read enough shoujo manga — he knows what this means.)

and he almost can’t believe it.

all he can do is keep smiling, hoping it’ll give you even a fraction of the peace that your smile brings him. ”don’t be,” he says, voice soothing. scratching the back of his head. ”whatever it is, i’ll — um. i’ll listen, so…”

he clears his throat. swallowing thickly.

”just — whenever you're ready.”

there’s no mistaking it. your ears are painted pink, and you’re gnawing at your bottom lip. fiddling with your fingers and avoiding his gaze, with a soft inhale, clear air filling your lungs. he wonders if your throat feels as dry as his, if your heart is beating even half as fast.

”um… okay, so…” you mumble, eyes unable to stay in one place for too long. a soft bout of laughter escapes you, and he can tell you’re trying to stave off your own nervosity; it sends a pang of ache running through his chest.

he wants to tell you that there’s no need to be nervous. that he’d listen to anything you have say, absolutely anything, no matter what it is.

he wants to tell you that he’d never let you down, that he’d have to be foolish to even think the thought.

he wants to tell you that he’ll hear you out. whenever, wherever. for as long as you need.

”do you, um…”

a gulp. your eyes find his, and there’s a soft kind of decisiveness in them. 

here it comes, he thinks. here it comes.

yuuta feels the heat on his cheeks, ears burning. and he hears the patter of his heartbeat, loud and heavy, echoing in his muddled mind like a mantra. but his chest feels light; fluttery, butterflies dancing around uncontrollably. 

clutching the ring around his neck, subconsciously, he looks you in the eye.

they’re bright, glimmering like little galaxies — or maybe more like summer skies. painted over with a warm hue, something nostalgic and sweet, so pretty it hurts. if he strains his eyes enough, he’s almost sure he can see the swirling of fluffy clouds in the depths of your irises.

a smile rests on your lips. it's almost overwhelmingly sweet, albeit a little shy, as you part your pretty lips. voice soaked in nervosity, tingly and shaky, and something he knows to be puppy love.

a shallow, dry intake of breath. yuuta braces himself.

here it comes. 

your voice spills out into the air, dripping with honey and magnolias. he thinks to himself that he’d like to hear the melodic lilt of it every single day; before going to bed, right after waking up. walking to campus together, heading back to the dorms when the sky gets dark.

just the sound alone would be enough.

subconsciously, he tugs on the strap of his backpack. thinking of the pencil inside it. his lucky charm, along with the ring around his neck — ordinary objects, both too precious for words.

(when we grow up, let’s get married!

you can keep it, if you want.)

here it comes, yuuta thinks.

a new beginning.

he strains his ears, and purses his lips, and watches your lips move as you finally ask —

”do you have maki’s number?”

(somewhere in the distance, from an inconspicuous bush, the muffled screams of three students and one professor resounds.)

[strawhatkia]

golden hour.

INCLUDES ! katsuki bakugou, shota aizawa, mirio togata, tamaki keigo

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! they catch you at golden hour

WARNINGS ! a lil bird tom foolery, let me know if i missed anything, edited!

WORD COUNT ! 0.9k

A/N ! another repost for mha ! it was originally requested ->  “hcs of Mirio, Bakugo, Aizawa, and Hawks reacting to their black gf’s skin glowing in golden hour? She doesn’t even notice it, she’s reading or scrolling on her phone but she so damn fine”

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🧨💢✧ KATSUKI BAKUGO !

simp

he couldn’t believe his fucking eyes 

there you were, sitting like an actual goddess before him, all cuddled up under the sun readin’ yo favorite book

mans has neva felt more blessed in his life nigga crying and shit

he originally came in to bother you cuz he was bored but now all he worried about is getting a damn camera-

“hey, angelface!-….” “yes, kats?” “….” “..kats? baby?" *he stomps off into the distance* "katsuki! is something wrong, why are you stomping away!?” “WHERE IN THE FUCK IS THE CAMERA DAMN IT?!”

my mans said he needed a polaroid so he can keep that shit in his wallet cause that's exactly where that picture is going

tbh, he already has a different pictures for both his lockscreen and homescreen on both his phone and laptop but rested assured, he gon get that picture ! 

once he got the picture, he couldn’t stop looking at it (believe this: he flashes his wallet to show off that picture to girls who hit on him with the biggest smirk, "im already taken! now piss off.") 

“you know the real thing is over here, baby” *cue the blush* “shut up, dummy”

— ☾⋆⁺₊🌟🫨✧ MIRIO TOGATA !

it went something like this

he walked in with a “hey, sunshine!”, looked up, saw you in bed in yo bonnet and his big shirt, scrolling on yo phone under the sun and froze

your skin just glistening and shining- he could have sworn that one of the angels came down to visit him in the form of you

problem is…he hasn’t moved in the last 2 minutes 

“mirio…mirio…mirio, baby, BLINK!!” “huh?” “damn boy, did you meet Jesus while you was gone?” “why would I do that when I have a goddess right in front of me?”

being as black as you are, you could have SWORE that yo cheeks started to heat up from that comment and he is so proud for his quick thinking

“shut up, cheese ball” “but sunshine~ you love me and my cheesiness” “…unfortunately” 

he eventually joined you in bed and just laid in your lap, looked up at you with a goofy look on his face

he spends the rest of his time admiring you, even after the sun went down

goofy ass nigga- i love him so much

— ☾⋆⁺₊🪶🪽✧ KEIGO TAMAKI / HAWKS !

i’m gon clown him a little 

aight, birds like glittery things…he’s a bird man…your melanin looks like jewels under the sun…i have connected the dots

no but seriously, he just saw you sitting there and was instantly pulled in 

you were laying on his couch trying to take a nap under the sun cause let’s be honest, the sun is soothing as fuck on melanated skin

he had just out the shower and was in sweatpants gray and no shirt YUM

he just really loved how relaxed you were that i gave him a sense of pride to know you felt safe enough in his home

i can imagine him being a lil paranoid that you deem his house safe enough to hang out with so you spending your time just visiting or staying over night made him feel really happy

“comfortable there, dove? you know there’s a bed, right?” “i like the sun, keigo. It feels nice.” “if you say so, baby.”

ain’t no more room on the couch for him and his humongous ass wings to join you, so he settles for taking a seat on the coffee table and taking a couple of pictures of you looking so peaceful

"stop snapping pictures of me, creep." "aw, you'll hurt my feelings, baby" "im tryna sleep and your phone is distracting with that loud ass clicking sound" "sorry but i need a new background picture to switch out the old one" "yea yea whatever" "just go back to sleep" "stop taking pictures of me" "no ❤"

he put it as his computer background and the lock screen on his phone

bonus: he took a of video of him stroking your face in your sleep and you leaned in to it. in the background if you listen closely, you can hear him say “my baby is so beautiful🥺” "kei, baby, lemme sleep" "alright, love ❤" 

i will fucking CRY

— ☾⋆⁺₊🐈‍⬛☕✧ SHOTA AIZAWA / ERASERHEAD

i don’t think he would be up enough to catch you at golden hour 

but after the one time he did, he took a mental note to do it more often

you looked so ethereal- he didn't even know he could feel so relaxed just by looking at something 

you were sitting in the corner of bed where the suns rays come, reading something on yo phone and just looking completely relaxed in life

he just stopped at the doorway, where you couldn’t really see him and leaned against the door frame, softly smiling at your relaxed figure

“she looks so peaceful…how did I get so lucky?” this was the moment he felt like he hit the lottery

however when you did notice him, you nearly jumped out yo skin

“OH SHIT!! AIZAWA?!?!” “yes?” “HOW LONG YOU BEEN STANDING THERE!?!- WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SOMETHING!?!” “sorry-”, he chuckles, “-you just looked so peaceful, i didn’t want to interrupt.” “that’s sweet, honey…but don’t you eva scare me like that again.” “yes ma’am”

y’all ended up taking a nap together

after that he just always seem to find you at this time or somehow put you in sun’s rays just so he could admire you 

bonus: he took polaroid pictures of you sleeping at golden hour and carries them with him. class 1-A found out about it and teased him about for weeks (which lead to brutally training for weeks on end, them stubborn ass kids would nawt let it go.)

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[priniya]

MYSTERY OF LOVE !

kenma kozume’s girlfriend casually walks in on his stream and spends some time with him.

notes: kenma kozume x reader. established relationship, streamer!kenma and reader, kind of tenz and kydae relationship (cus im a simp for them).

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“hey, sorry if ‘m interrupting, but you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. want me to make something particular for you or my mom’s lasagne will be okay?” you entered your boyfriend’s office, leaning on the doorway with a worried expression on your face. his eyes shot to you almost immediately, and you could watch his face lightening up upon seeing your silhouette.

“fuck me, it’s been a whole day already?” he asked, tilting his head back by pulling his (a little too long) hair. “whatever you’ll bring me i’d eat with pleasure, love.” a shadow of smile spread over his face as you nodded. “thanks, love you.”

it also turned out that he didn’t mute his stream, and everyone heard his show of affection to you. the whole chat spammed with hearts and awws as you were a common guest on his streams since you were a streamer yourself.

after a few minutes of playing, you walked into the room again, staying off-screen as you handed him the plate with promised lasagne. “don’t you wanna say hi?” he asked, looking at you with a small beam.

it’s been a few months since you revealed your relationship accidentally, there was a glimpse of you, giving your boyfriend a smooch on the lips during one of the irl live-stream of your close friend. the internet had already known you were friends, so announcing that you weren’t only good friends was a hot topic for you two, deciding if you should do it.

“hello chat” you spoke out softly, appearing on the stream with a smile, you could feel kenma’s arm wrap around your waist prior to pulling you to sit on his lap. “wait, have you pulled for nilou on my account already? am telling you chat, this boy is the luckiest one out there.”

“it’s obvious i’m lucky, i have you.” his arm tightened around your waist, as he rested his head on your shoulder, ready for all the edits to flood his twitter timeline. “i haven’t though, do you wanna see how she loses 50/50 with jean?” your boyfriend chuckled, switching the scene so the viewers could only see you.

“stop saying that. i’m gonna off myself if i get another constellation of her. i’m serious chat.” you stated, a serious grimace on your face as kenma logged into your account and switched back the scene when the loading screen appeared. “i’ve been playing on ken’s account lately, yknow farming artifacts for his nilou and gooood, she’s so gorgeous.” you dragged out, shifting on his lap as he opened the wishing window.

viewer kodzuken wished for nilou?? he said she’s shitty

“i didn’t say she’s shitty, i think she’s not worth wishing for.” he answered, making the first ten pull. “yet you still have her in your main party?” you frowned.

“it’s because i know you like her.” he confessed, making you melt internally. you turned your head to face your boyfriend and left a peck on his lips. “you haven’t noticed? i hate playing with the bloop bloop skin in valorant, but it’s your favorite so i always have it on.”

you were about to reply when the game shined with gold. “SHE’S COMING!” you shouted, but then, almost as if your boyfriend cursed it, you saw jean on the screen. “you’re sleeping on the couch today.”

he laughed lowly in respond as he continued to pull on the hydro character’s banner until another gold show on the screen (literally twenty pulls later). “she came home, told you, you’d get her.”

when the stream finally ended, and kenma finally took a break to eat a proper meal besides a few bars of snickers. you sat beside him at the couch, and watch him as he eat. “you should start eating during streams, baby. i’m getting worried.” you muttered, resting your head on his shoulder with a sigh. “almost a ten hours long stream and you ate three snickers and drink at least four energy drinks, ‘s not healthy at all.”

“i’m sorry, love. i’ll set myself a reminder, okay? don’t your pretty head worry.”

[turcott3]

Playing put a finger down (sex edition) at a ducks party with Zelly…idk just smt smutty with Olen

treat you right

olen zellweger x mctavish! sister

warnings?: alcohol, cursing, smut, unprotected sex and fingering

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“okay okay hold on.” trevor says drunkly, thinking of what to say next. you and olen sharing occasional glances.

“oh, i got it.” he starts, glaring strongly at you.

“put a finger down if you’re first, and maybe only body, only ever lasted 5 minutes maximum on your living room couch.” he smirks.

“fuck you.” you retort.

“that was like too specific.” olen butts in at your defense. olen was pretty quiet but you’d always kept your admiration for him close to you. you were somehow embarrassed for anyone to know that you liked him, and now you knew you were fucked since he had this crude information about you and your ex’s shitty sex life.

“what? she hadn’t put a finger down yet. i had to say something.”

“yeah well never told mason that i fucked him because he didn’t like him so, thanks trevor.” you reply, olen placing a soft hand on your back for a moment to soothe the nerves. you were happy that he’d been called up. being able to spend proper time around him has only caused your fancy for him to grow, and you couldn’t tell how mutual the feeling was, even if he was a little touchy.

“oh, sorry.” he replies, muting his snarky tone.

“i won’t hold it over your head y/n, clearly you’re upset by it so why should i make you more upset?” mason replies gritting his teeth. you could tell he wanted to say something but refrained for doing so to save you some embarrassment.

you were lucky to have a brother like mason. he was very caring and kept your head on your shoulders when you needed it most, which was a lot. especially when you were with your ex, whom he despised.

“can we just fuckin drink now, i’m about to lose anyway.” trevor complains and you roll your eyes. you liked trevor but couldn’t always vibe with his smart ass attitude.

“okay, put a finger down if the best friend you used to hold dicks with to pee got traded across the country and you still haven’t even gone to see him.” you smirked back at trevor and he snapped his finger down.

“and don’t make the excuse that you don’t have time, you and i both know that’s a lie.” you continue, standing up with your one drink for the night, disappearing into the kitchen to find another bottle for once you were done with the first.

“hey.” olen says turning the corner of the counter. the two of you alone in the kitchen away from the drama.

“are you good?” he asks.

“oh uh, yeah. kinda.” you reply unsurely.

“do you wanna go talk?” he asks.

“yeah we can go sit on my balcony.” you accept his advance and leave the bottle on the counter, not wanting the buzz to ruin the moment. luckily, you decided to sip this one so you weren’t even feeling any sort of intoxication. you guide olen into your bedroom and onto your balcony. the southern california air was warm and dry as the sun dipped lower and lower on the horizon.

“so, how are you feeling after that game?” you ask him, asserting yourself.

“i’m feeling good. i feel like im pretty tame compared to some of those guys.”

“and ‘to some of those guys’ you mean alex and trevor?” you giggle in response.

“yep. they’re a little wild for me.” he admits laughing lightly.

“yeah, me and trevor are good friends but he pisses me off. i told him the story in confidence. he’s one of the people that got me to break up with that loser anyway.”

“tell me about that.”

“well he was my first and only boyfriend. so at the time obviously i thought i was in love and shit. like i thought the sex was good, i thought he loved me. let’s just say wrong and wrong.” you explain, olen placing his arm behind you on the loveseat.

“damn that does sound pretty shitty, you for real haven’t had like a good good experience with sex?”

“nah, i mean i fucked him many times when we were together but i don’t think i ever actually like….. you know, came.” you admit, your face burning red.

“really?” he says in a curious tone.

“yeah and it kind of sucks. because i hear people talk about how good it is all the time. i just feel like i put myself out there and get no payoff.”

“well maybe you don’t have to search too far.” he says quietly as you lean your head on his shoulder. growing more comfortable in his presence by the second.

“yeah maybe not.” you sigh, at first not registering what he may have been suggesting. you sat there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before removing his arm from behind you. before you knew it, he turned your head to his, attaching your lips softly, the kiss blossoming into something deeper by the second. something must have kicked into both of you as he picked you up and brought you onto his lap, straddling his hips, the placement of his hands giving you goosebumps.

“olen please.” you moan on his lips breaking the kiss.

“what is it pretty girl?” he asks.

“can we?” you ask, sending him your most sop puppy dog eyes.

“yeah, we can.” he giggles, bringing you back in by the nape of your neck, picking you up with ease, carrying you back into your bedroom. he slid the balcony door shut and pulled the curtains as you clicked your lock, he put pillows behind your headboard to insure no sound would be made. you both undressed hectically, giggling as you ran into each other in passing making sure everything was secure.

“i think we’re safe now.” you whisper by the door, tugging on the handle, reassuring yourself that a drunk and stumbling Z would not walk into your room while olen was dick deep inside you.

“wow look at you, how could he not treat you right? you’re fucking stunning.” he says climbing over you reattaching your lips, his fingers making immediate contact with your heat. his fingers twisted your quickly swelling bud before he pushed them inside you, keeping your composure as best as you could, your moan mumbling itself on his lips. while your lips were still busy, your free hand found its way to his dick, taking it into your hand and pumping him hard in decent time. you both knew you didn’t wanna be gone too long, so you had to make this at least a tiny bit speedy.

“fuck.” he grunts pulling away from your lips, spreading your knees open, pushing himself into you. you sighed in relief when the feeling of his cock inside you finally came around, brushing your sensitive spot at the first try.

“god olen.” you moan, trying to keep your voice close to a whisper if possible. his thrusts were slow and thorough, pushing into you at the perfect angle.

“feel so good y/n.” he grunts quietly, face still inches from yours. he sped up his thrusts slightly, trying his best not to raise the volume of his skin slapping against yours. one snap of his hips caused a loud moan to leave your mouth, instantly slapping your hand over your face. he continued his pace, giggling slightly at the fact that you were enjoying yourself. you’d been so stressed about them not hearing you that you didn’t even think about what your body was craving, and that was him. eventually,’you accepted it, releasing your hand from your face, moans quietly ringing from your mouth as you saw stars. his lips attached to your neck as you pulled on his hair, practically begging him to speed up because you could feel a wave of euphoria coming.

“oh fuck.” you moan and he leans up.

“are you okay?” he asks.

“yes, fuck, more than okay.” you reply, pulling him back to your lips. his lips were soft and plump and you were addicted to the taste of them. his hands moved from the bed to your waist, fucking you impossibly deeper, your moans coming from deep inside you.

“y/n?” you hear a voice with a knock on the door and olen slows his thrusts down significantly. pumping in and out of you very slowly, almost worse than trying to speak when he’s going fast. feeling every inch of his swollen cock inside you.

“yeah?” you say biting your lip, digging your nails into his back.

“are you okay? i thought i heard crying.” you hear trevor’s voice on the other side of the door.

figures.

“oh uh, yeah. i’m fine.”

“well if i upset you earlier im really sorry okay? i didn’t mean it like that. i shouldn’t have said anything.” he apologizes, which you half expected considering mason’s reaction.

“well tha-thank you Z.” you reply shakily

“yeah of course, and have you seen zelly?” he asks one last thing. little did he know exactly where he was right now.

“yeah he’s in here, we’re just talking.” you reply as he snickers above you.

“okay i’ll leave yall alone.” he says and you hear him walk away, olen instantly bringing back his quick and thorough pace.

“god why didn’t you just stop, i’m so sensitive now fuck.” you whine at the way his cock was slamming into you, quickly becoming overwhelmed with senses.

“fuck you’re getting tight baby.”

“oh my god i think i’m cumming.” you say, a galaxy forming behind your eyes before you clenched around him one final time, releasing a quiet cry as your orgasm washed over your body. he gently fucked you all the way to the end, eventually spilling his own climax inside you. crashing out on your chest, pulling out slowly, and your hand immediately finding its way into his hair.

“so, whens that first date?” he asks as you’re both still catching your breath.

“tomorrow?”

“i’m down, ill pick you up at noon.” he replies.

“pick me up? babe, who said you’re leaving tonight?” you giggle.

“do you want me to stay?” he asks.

“i thought that was made pretty clear. i mean you don’t have to if yo-“ you start to panic at your approach.

“y/n, stop. calm down. yes, of course i will stay here with you. i hope mason doesn’t mind.”

“what he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him.”

“well, i think he should know.” he replies, rolling off of you.

“why so soon?”

“so he knows that someone will finally take care of his sister like she should be.” he replies, running gentle fingers through your hair.

“and also, he will see me in the morning when we eat breakfast so, i feel like it’d be best if we spared him the confusion.” he continued.

“oh yeah, you’re definitely correct.” you laugh as he pulls you to his side of the bed, laying you on top of his gorgeous toned figure.

“i feel like we’re moving pretty fast, we haven’t even hit the first date yet.” you giggle and he responds by simply kissing you, your heart melting at the gesture.

you wouldn’t change a single thing about tonight, eventually thanking trevor for exposing you, as it lead to the greatest sex you could’ve ever fathomed.

[onthelowrise]

Matchless

pairing: xavier thorpe x f!reader

quick a/n: this is the first thing i’ve written in a while, so keep that in mind. im open for feedback and requests! any kind of interaction is appreciated! also the lowercase is intentional.

summary: reader is jealous of xavier thorpe’s newfound interest in nevermore’s new edition, wednesday adams.

GIF by: sleepingpillsworld

word count: 700+ words

warnings: language, very suggestive but not nsfw

masterlist: coming soon

wednesday addams. she was interesting for more than just one thing. perhaps that’s why you’d grown so envious of her relations to xavier thorpe. y/n only heard as much as he told her, which ,surprisingly, wasn’t much. regardless, the big painting of her was the only reminder of being the second option you needed. the way he talked about her made you more unreasonably hostile than usual.

you thought about bringing up his unjustified — and just plain thirsty — infatuation. you didn’t know whether to feel pity for him or yourself when he spoke of their vague relationship. it was almost as sad as you waiting in your dorm room every night for a single message.

xavier: tonight?

almost. there wasn’t a question of what he meant or whether or not you were going. he wanted something and ,needless to say, you didn’t have a problem giving him what he wanted.

“when are we gonna get to why your really here?” he twirled the end of a paintbrush in his fingers, growing impatient from staring at you.

you rolled your eyes from being interrupted while clearly being in deep thought. y/n knew deep down knowing there was some validity to that question. you two were far from friends. just two single people with sex as a common interest.

“you act like we’re both not here for the same exact reason. you’re lonely and horny. maybe that’s why you’ve been chasing after something who clearly isn’t interested in you all week.” y/n half-mumbled, the usual attitude present in your tone.

y/n had been wanting to say that since wednesday came to nevermore. the consistent pining and rejection was enough alone to make you despise seeing them together. y/n had a little bit of a grudge built up against her, reasons more than apparent. to be truthful, you didn’t pay her much attention when she wasn’t with xavier.

“someone?” he noticed the way you didn’t use her name. knowing you, he was sure that was on purpose.

your eyes finally met his, trying to replicate your usual confident gaze. he stood in front of you with his palms and finger tips planted on your thighs. he towered over you with his beanstalk height. you sat stubbornly with your arms folded, awaiting his response.

“first of all, i’m horny and you’re lonely.” he corrected you, half-joking, half-serious. “you came all the way here to talk about wednesday?” he added flatly.

“no.” you replied quickly, not wanting to go back to your dorm without having your way with him first.

“so you’re jealous that I’ve been spending time with a girl other than you?” he made direct eye contact with you, lips perking up into an arrogant smile. you swore you could feel the humidity of steam coming out of your ears.

“that’s what you call following behind someone like a lost puppy? ‘spending time’ with them? ” y/n questioned his logic. you began to feel silly, fighting for a spot that was never yours in the first place.

it felt unnatural for the both of you to spend this much time talking. you didn’t jump straight into it, but it was way past five minute grace period. as soon as he sent a text giving you the green-light, you were ready to jump his bones once again. and who was he to deny his most loyal, talented hook up? upon your arrival, you especially didn’t waste time.

the last real conversation they had was a distant memory. and, well , the curtesy pillow talk didn’t really count.

“never pegged you for the relationship type of girl.” he said failing to imagine that. he couldn’t imagine another girl doing anything to him in your place either. he cursed the day that you finally came to your senses and replaced him with someone willing to show you off.

you’d grown accustomed to holding in the way you really felt. that way, your spot in his life — and his bed —was always secure. the mask never slipped and your relationship stayed the same. y/n was starting to think that wasn’t such a good thing after all.

y/n stayed quiet, assuming he was just thinking about loud.

“I know you want me to say I won’t forget about you. as long as you keep giving me something to remember, I won’t. it’s gonna be hard to top last time though.” he laughed, referencing y/n’s matchless performance lately. xavier admired how talented you’d become in the field of pleasure.

he wasn’t the romantic, relationship type either so wednesday was likely just a temporary infatuation. he barely knew her. he would realize that and you would be the somewhat main priority again.

he could tell you felt like you had to compete for a spot in his life. you didn’t , but it was cute, nonetheless. y/n became less effortless and more skilled. your eagerness showed, everything you did becoming intentional. you left a perfect image of yourself in his head every time. it was clear to him you felt like you had something you didn’t want to lose. he didn’t see fit to make y/n think otherwise.

[binzlovenicetingz]

Idk if your taking requests for will or Luca but can you do one where the reader is saving themselves for marriage but is scared which will/Luca would leave them. Im sorry I’m feeling angst, fluffy. Not having a good day😭

hi hi yes i am taking requests imma a little slow with replies due to work but i will try my best and I’m sorry you weren’t having a good day. feel free to message anytime 🤎

I’ll give this one to Luca. You were honestly so scared to tell him that you were saving yourself for marriage because 1) that was still considered old-fashioned by some of your friends and 2) you didn’t want to lose him. the thought of your relationship with ending because you didn’t “put out” was always in the back of your mind every time a kiss getting too heated and you’d feel his need growing before you pulled away. If he was upset about it then he never showed it or was really good at hiding it

you shared this with some friends who shared story after story of their partner leaving or cheating because there was no sex. there advise only sent you spiraling further because what if Luca gets bored of waiting? he was a hot chef with tattoos and beefy arms, there wouldn’t be any issues with him finding someone who would be willing to give up all of themselves to him, you just weren’t one of them.

you thought that you were keeping it all together but Luca noticed a change in you for a while now. Opting to watch and listen until he started to ask what was wrong but you would push it off quickly, a small smile on your pretty lips wasn’t fooling him but you wouldn’t talk him and he could force you too

until one nice, his first night off in awhile and he just wanted to spend it laying in bed cuddled up with you. instead you were scrolling through your instagram, showing him every post that had a woman in a bikini or some tight athletic shorts, asking him if he thought this one was pretty or that one. he entertained you the first time but now Luca couldn’t stand seeing another influencers edit tits being shown.

with a tired sigh, Luca sits up, eyeing you carefully while you continued scrolling “what’s this really about, love?”

“about what?” you don’t look up, scrolling and liking post after post.

“what you’re doing now” Luca reaches over, taking your phone from your hand ad your quickly protest.

“you can’t just take my stuff like that!” you huff but quickly stop when you see the remorse on his face.

“I know and I’m sorry but I need you to focus on me, angel, please.” Luca gently cups your cheek, eyes filled with admiration and worry. “just..talk to me, please.”

you were a goner. instantly you were wrapping your arms around him, tears flowing and you tried to tell him about your insecurities, the worries and thoughts that go through your head.

Luca holds your close, letting you cry out but also soothing you. he couldn’t understand what you were trying to say but you softly whispering, “please don’t leave me” crushed him. after a few minutes, you felt yourself calming down while Luca gently rubbings small circles on your back.

“I’m not sure where this is coming from but I’m not leaving you.” he says gentle yet firm in his words, he makes sure your focus on him, “all those other people you showed me, there’s nothing compared to you, okay?”

you nod slowly before he places a kiss on top of your head. a sign leaving your lips, it was now or never, “I..um..Im-Im a virgin and I plan on keeping it that way until I’m married.”

Luca was slightly taken aback by your sudden confession and he must of looked surprised because you were quick to continue, word vomit claiming you as it’s next victim.

“I-I know it’s probably weird that I’m not putting out or whatever but this means a lot too me and I want to know that I’m g-giving myself to someone who truly loves me. so if you wanted break up or something then just do it now because I heard that if I don’t sleep with you soon, you’re going to find someone who will give it up easily to because that’s just something that’s gonna happen and-“

“whoa, who told you that crap?”

you shrug like a child caught but you still shared the name of some friends who told you those cheating stories. you can tell Luca was annoyed by that but he was quick to reassure you he’s not the type and that you might need to rethink some friendships if they aren’t being supportive of you.”

“I meant what I said, y/n. I’m not going anywhere”

for the first time in a while, Luca was able to see your perfect smile.

Satisfied that you were able to talk to him about your problems and work through them together.

[fionajames]

pre-christophosis

idk what to title this. (Edit: ive titled it now obvi)

it's basically about rex's life mostly pre-christophosis. ive been staring at wookiepedia for the past ten minutes and i've just now decided i'm going to use a mix of canon and legends content so if you thing something is factually wrong (and a lot will be) then your right, but im not spending two hours delving through old comics.

doing research it states as though arc troopers were made only after seeing battle, but idc, so rex and cody were made before they ever left kamino.

this is for @taylorswiftscar, i really hope this lives up to your expectations. if you (somehow) like it, i could do a part 2???

also, btw, most clone trooper numbers here are ones i made up. i googled each to make sure they wont real troopers but if they are, sorry.

warnings: death, mentions of war, war, fighting, battles, fight training.

CT-7567 reached a hand up to touch his short, soft blonde hair yet again, staring into the mirror with a shattered expression.

Why does my hair have to be different? He thought glumly, slowly running his fingers through the short hairs with glossy eyes. CT-7567 used his other hand to gently play with the ends of his cadet uniform - a blue tunic over a red long-sleeved top and red pants held close to his torso with a black belt.

Around him, the other cadets busied themselves with pulling on their own clothes, the room filled with quiet chatter and the sound of their black boots hitting the floor.

"You alright there, 7567?" A voice called and the blonde clone turned to his brother - who of course shared the same tan skin and hazel brown eyes but had his own cropped brown hair. CT-4826 gave him a soft smile before grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him along the hallway. "Let's go, 7567! I want to be first!"

-

"Did you hear?!" CT-7567 turned to see the other clone cadet - unique only for his shaggy dark hair - as he scurried across the silver floor to their bunks.

"What?!" CT-4826 called from the bunk above CT-7567, leaning down to hear better.

"I heard that CT-3383 went out in the rain and fell into the waters!" CT-4526 exclaimed quietly and CT-7567 shrank back in his bed, closer to the wall and further from the tales. "I heard he got eaten by the sea serpent!"

CT-7567 shuddered at the thought of the huge, mysterious creature supposedly lurking in Kamino's dark waters. CT-7567 wasn't afraid of much, but the tales he heard about the serpent made him shiver.

"Oh shut up, 4526," CT-4826 complained, rolling his eyes. "The sea serpents aren't real."

"Yes they are!" CT-4526 replied with a frown, a flicker of hurt playing at his features. "Stop lying, 4826! The Kaminoans said their real!"

"The only sea serpent here is you!" Another cadet giggled from across the room, darting over to the bunk and tackling CT-4526 to the ground. "You should be called Serpent!" The two cadets rolled around on the floor for a bit as CT-7567 turned to face the wall, pulling the sheets over his head and cowering.

-

CT-7567 watched as CT-3383 walked back into the barracks days later, smiling sheepishly as he held his left arm - which was tightly bandaged from his elbow to thumb.

"3383!" CT-7567 cheered as the cadet waddled in, racing over and hugging the brunette's right side tightly - although carefully not touching his left. "You're okay!"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He asked with a tilt of his head and CT-4826 scoffed.

"4526 over hear thought a sea serpent got you" CT-4826 explained, turning to face the cadet with a disappointed look.

CT-4526's bottom lip turned up in a pout as he clambered into his bunk to hide. "Not my fault," he grumbled. "One of the squad-cadets said he did."

The three other cadets exchanged worried glances before the blonde scrambled over to his brother. "It's alright, 4526." He told him, draping an arm over his shoulders. "I believe there really is a sea serpent, but at least 3383's here, ay?"

"Yeah."

-

"Watch your step, 4526!" CT-7567 cried out, slouching down behind the metal barrier to hide from the droids. He glanced at his armor, which was now scratched up from diving and rolling around the citadel training center.

"Go, 7567!" CT-3383 called out, CT-7786 peering out over his shoulder. "Make the run!"

CT-7567 nodded, sucking in a breath before rolling out to the side, racing along the metal floor to the tower. His shaking hand grasped the grappling hook attached to his belt and tossed it up, latching onto the wall.

Clambering up and up and up until finally he was over.

The blonde clone grabbed the staff and held it in the air, cheering as the droids deactivated.

-

"CT-7567 at your service, sir!" The blonde clone saluted, shoulders shaking slightly as he stared at the ARC Trooper in front of him.

"CC-2224 at your service, sir!" The clone next to CT-7567 announced. He was one of the 'classic'-looking clones - the ones with the tan skin, hazel eyes and short black hair. CT-7567 had never met him before this moment.

"At ease, troopers" the ARC Trooper told them, and both their stances relaxed ever so slightly. "I've been informed you both performed valiantly in your training and therefore are being prematurely promoted to ARC Troopers." CT-7567's face broke into a grin that he tried to hide. "My name is Alpha-17 and I'll be taking you for the next part of your training."

"CT-2224" the brunette clone introduced himself again and so CT-7567 did the same, frowning when Alpha-17 shook his head in dissapointment.

"What are your names, boys? Not your numbers," Alpha-17 asked and CT-7567 bit his lip.

"My name is my number" he told the ARC Trooper hesitantly, and CC-2224 nodded in agreement.

"Well, we'll just have to get you names."

-

"2224!" CT-7567 cried out with a grin, lunging towards the clone and wrapping his arms around him. "That shot was amazing!"

"Your tactic was too, 7567!" The brunette exclaimed, punching his brother's arm softly.

"You two make a great team," Alpha-17 told them with a proud grin. "Maybe to greater a team."

-

"7567! 2224! Come here!" Alpha called from the other end of the barracks, and the two younger clones scurried to meet him. "I've decided on names for both of you, if you like them."

CT-7567 nodded eagerly, jumping from foot to foot in excitement. CC-2224 was in a similar state, bouncing up and down. Individually was something clones weren't usually recognized for, and having an individual name was startling.

"2224," Alpha began, looking him directly in the eyes. "I dub you... Cody."

CC-2224, no, Cody beamed with joy, happiness radiating off of him in huge, endless waves. "I love it, thank you Alpha!"

The older clone gave him a gentle smile before turning to the patiently waiting blonde. "And 7567! I dub you, Rex."

-

"You ready to go, Rex?" Alpha asked, gently placing a hand on the Arc Trooper's back. Rex nodded, breathing in deeply and letting his adrenaline take over.

"Yes, sir!" He told him confidently, rolling his shoulders back as he switched the hand gripping the handle of the gunship. It wobbled in the air slightly before making a backwards motion. They were landing.

"Good luck, kid" his brother told him gently. "K'oyacyi!" Alpha patted his back one last time as the gunships doors opened and the clones around them filed out.

"K'oyacyi!" Rex called back, grasping his dual pistols - something he'd been allowed only recently but instantly loved - and rushing out into the sandy terrain of Geonosis.

hope y'all liked that! (to anyone actually reading this)

K'oyacyi means 'hang in there' or 'come back alive' or 'stay alive' in Mando'a.

btw i haven't read over that so thats why there may be several mistakes...

Have a great day!

[ijumpbridges]

hey, you remember the 096, 106 and 173 PLATONIC headcanons right? well, what about the same thing, but romantic? also let's add 049 and 035 into the mix because my hyperfixations have expanded by 0.2 mm

Romantic Headcanons

I saw this play on a cruise and i’m in love now

edit 2: im writing this while im in college, can you guys believe that?

035:

Denies every single allegation that he is a glazer for you. She would be your no#1 fan, and then when someone points it out, denies it like their whole life depended on it. He makes you do things for him, he is a total diva and would literally piss you off so much it makes you wish you could kill yourself in front of him, just to see if you can even lower his massive ego, but if someone does something to you, it’s officially over for them. No one messes with you because you got a crazy girlfriend who will stand up for you, be the pettiest person you will ever meet and fight, just for you. Defends your rights and wrongs from anyone and expects you to do same too. Can be a bit manipulative at times, you may or may not fall for it at times, they half mean it and pointing it out she denies it too. The better you treat them the better you will be treated by them even if it’s kind of overbearing, they do care about you deep down enough to ran away with you from the foundation to trying to sneak into the Amtrack to flee into another state.

049:

He tries to impress you, with how smart he is and with things he does in his lab. He is very old fashioned, so you would quickly tell if he is in love with you with the way he treats you and others. He is a green flag, but his problem he tries to show his love from you by using your health and tyring to check up on you, it wouldn’t be a problem if you were immune to his effects. Always chasing you talking about, “How is your heart doing?” It could be sweet if it wasn’t that he almost tried to kill you at times. If he manages to kill you he will be very depress for it and even stop researching for a few days, wondering what is wrong with him. Overall he would treat you very nice, opening doors, making sure you are always comfortable, since he cannot go out he would try to get you to help him in his lab to spend time together. Doings things for you is also his love language.

096:

Still acts the same, but even more scared because he doesn’t know what he is feeling. He wouldn’t treat you less different, unless you take the inactive. If you did he. Would be very protective of you, he may not seem like it, but he does not play when it comes to you. He still wont let you see his face and he would cry really hard if you end up seeing his face and accidentally kill you. He is always more calm around you and he doesn’t treat you any less different from platonic either. He always wants your safety and priorities on top and meet at any cost, so in a containment breach you can relax knowing that you high chances of survival. Rarely brings you pretty things to you, mostly because he thinks of you and wonders if you had like them.

106:

He visits you too much, at first you didn’t understand it. He would barge in stay there from like 5 minutes then leave, then come back bringing some random object. Would suck you into his pocket dimension. Doesn’t treat you and different from the platonic headcanons, but becomes very frequent on your life. In a containment breach taking you from one place to another, and later find out that just where you were 682 was walking around, truly a close call. He can be very useful to you, when you are out there even removing and adding things.

173:

You are a flexible SCP, they love to play with you, they still snaps your neck and does it a lot. They don’t want your eyes take off of them and get in your way on purpose just for you to lay your eyes on them. They love being the center of your attention meaning you look away to look at someone that someone ends up hurt or dying because of it. They are very clingy when it comes to you, wanting to be around or be near you. Lets you stay on top of them and take you for a walk around the foundation while you are on top of them. They become very sad when being separated from you after a containment breach, sometimes even moves away from staff because they don’t want you to go, thinking the staff would try to separate both of you. Still a little traumatized from the Clef date, but they would love to experience a date night with you.

[ellies-little-thing]

Life goes on (e.w.) part 3

*not my images, but i edited it

My masterlist <3

pairing: young!ellie/young!reader

Warnings: fluf; reader is referred to as she/her; mentions of trauma; just cute best friend stuff really; a bit of angst; Kind of proofread, English is not my first language.

Author's notes: Hi! This was a request but im having a blast writing it! I hope you like it, I really liked writing it! Feedback is always welcome and likes and reblogs are always encouraged! Thank you! Enjoy!  More parts to come!

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16 years old - Part 3

A year later, you and Ellie were walking together after school at the end of the day. Ellie seemed like she was in a much better mood than usual. Sometimes you hung out in your house, others in hers. You normally drew while she played her guitar that Joel had given her. Sometimes you watched movies, sometimes you played some old playstation games. You really liked each other's company.

"Hey? Can I ask you something?" Ellie asked, looking at the ground with her hands in her pockets.

“Yeah?” You look up at her walking beside you.

“Do you think we can spend the rest of the afternoon together?” She asks with her hands in her pockets still, looking at the ground.

“Sure.” You walk to your house and go to your bedroom. Ellie follows you.

“So what do you wanna do for a while?" Ellie looks at you excitedly as she asks this.

“Just hang out for a bit, my mom isn't home yet and I don't like being alone, you know…” You say feeling a bit awkward.

"Ah, alright then. Well, then let's just sit down and talk for a bit." Ellie takes a seat on your bed. "So... why do you not like being alone?" She always wanted to know more about you. You were so fascinating to her. Your voice, your eyes, the clothes you'd wear, the way you smiled when you saw her, how beautiful you looked in the golden hour’s sunlight.

“I don't know. It's just scary.” You never liked being alone and after meeting Ellie, the fear just got even worse. Ellie didn't like being alone either, it was actually her worst fear, ending up alone.

"Well, there's nothing to be afraid of. You're safe in your house, you're not in any danger." Ellie says this as she smiles at you. "Well, we could talk... or we could draw or something to occupy the time too."

“Sure, let's draw something.” You say after thinking for a few seconds, then you go get some paper and a pencil. Ellie was always doodling when she got bored. That resulted in a wall of your bedroom being almost filled with her sketches and drawings she had gifted you over time.

"Yeah! That would be fun." Ellie says this excitedly and then gets up and walks over to your desk too. "Hmm, what should we draw?" Ellie looks over at the drawing supplies that she sees on your desk.

“What about we try to draw each other?” You ask, smiling at her.

Ellie looks at you and then smiles as you say this. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea" Ellie opens her bag and gets out some paper and a pencil. "I'll try to draw you." Ellie says this before starting to sketch a portrait of you on the paper.

“And I'll try drawing you.” You smile at your paper and pencil in hand. Ellie's eyes are locked onto the paper as she starts sketching you. Every few seconds, she stops to look at you for a minute before continuing with her drawing.

You try your best to draw her face well. You're not very confident in your art skills though. Ellie is watching you as you sketch her face. She looks interested as she sees you working and smiles when she notices you stick your tongue out when you get very concentrated. She thought you looked adorable when you did that.

“What?” You blush slightly as you notice her looking at you in a way that is more than just to get some references to transfer to the paper.

"Nothing! Nothing at all." Ellie says this as she looks back down at her drawing. She starts to work on another part of the portrait, and then looks up at you again to see your progress on your sketch.

“It's not done, don't look!” You hide your paper from her.

"Hmm? Okay, okay." Ellie smiles and looks down at her sketch again. She stays focused on her drawing and continues to add more details to it. After about half an hour you both finish your sketches.

Ellie looks at your drawing and smiles. It is a really good likeness of Ellie and she is really impressed by your drawing skills. "Wow! You're really talented!" Ellie looks over at your sketch and smiles again. "You finished really quickly.” Her heart warmed when she saw your drawing of her.

“Can I see yours now?" You ask Ellie as you swap papers. Ellie's eyes are locked on your sketch as she stares at it for a minute. "Wow... you have a knack for this. This looks amazing!" Ellie says this as she smiles and looks at the likeness that you managed to catch on the paper. "I can't believe that this is the first time that you've done a portrait like this. You've done really well!"

You look at her drawing of your face and blush a bit. It looks just like you and she drew a heart next to her signature. Ellie looks over and notices you blushing a little bit. "Oh? You're blushing a little?" Ellie smiles brightly at you as she notices your reaction to her sketch.

“No I'm not!!” You deny, clearly blushing.

"Oh really? Then what's with the blush?" Ellie giggles a little bit and pokes you in the shoulder. "You're totally blushing right now." She teases you.

“No, I am not, miss Ellie Williams!” You nudge her. Ellie continues to laugh as she pokes you on the shoulder again and then nudges you slightly.

"Yes you're blushing. It's cute, and you know it!" Ellie stares at you for a second and she smiles, seemingly trying to tease you about your reaction, but admiring your beauty as well.

“Stop!” You nudge her again. Ellie laughs as you nudge her back. "What? You don't wanna be teased? Well, that's too bad. I'm still gonna do it anyways.” Ellie then pokes your shoulder and laughs again.

You pick up one of the pillows on your bed and throw it at her. Ellie looks surprised when she sees the pillow coming flying towards her. The pillow makes contact with her and she falls backwards onto the bed, laughing as she catches her balance.

"Oh! You asked for it!" Ellie picks up one of the pillows that is nearby and throws it back at you as she continues to laugh.

“Ellie! I'm gonna win this pillow fight! I'm warning you!” You laugh as you continue.

"Haha! If you say so,Y/N! If you say so." Ellie chuckles and throws another pillow at you as the pillow fight begins.

You hit each other a few times before you two get really close without realizing. Ellie's eyes suddenly meet with yours when you guys got so close. "Woah… Um? Are you...why are you so close to me?" Ellie suddenly becomes shy and looks away slightly as she says this. She was starting to feel some tension in the air.

You backed away immediately, as you felt a bit embarrassed, Ellie looked confused as you backed away. “What 's wrong? You okay?" Ellie also backs away to give you some space.

“Yeah I'm fine…” You say looking at your lap.

"Oh, okay then…" Ellie looks slightly worried still, but seems to think that everything is okay. "Well, shall we continue with the pillow fight then?" She smiles at you once again.

“You're on!” You feel the embarrassment leaving your body as you start hitting her with the pillow again. Ellie grins happily as she picks up two more pillows and starts to throw them at you, seeming to be aiming towards your body.

“Hey! You're cheating!” You laugh as you try to hit her face.

"Am I?! How am I cheating? This is a pillow fight! There are no rules!" Ellie throws one more pillow at you as she says this. She seems like she's having fun with this pillow fight and isn't taking it too seriously. Ellie is hit a few more times, but she doesn't really seem to mind.

"Are you having fun? Hum?" Ellie says this, teasing you as you both continue to "fight" each other. Eventually you get tired and lay back on your bed catching your breaths. “I definitely won that.” You say a bit out of breath, but still confident.

"Yeah, you definitely won. You're right." Ellie chuckles lightly. "You're the pillow fight champion now! I'll never underestimate you when it comes to pillow fighting again!" Ellie smiles and nudges you with her arm. You blush a bit, nudging her too.

"Oh? Is that a blush I spy on your face? What's that for?" Ellie teases you about your reaction and nudges you again.

“I am not!” You say defensively, not helping much with your case.

"Oh really? Cause I'm pretty sure that you're blushing right now." Ellie smirks slightly and nudges you again. "And it's so cute when you blush too."

“Stop, I'm not cute!” You cover your face with your hands. Ellie laughs as she nudges you again. "Aww, don't hide your cute face. It's adorable when you blush…" Ellie smiles warmly at you and looks over at your hands that you were hiding behind. She started feeling her heart race as she touched your hands to try and take them away from your face.

“Stop looking at me!” You say, a bit anxious as you feel butterflies in your stomach forming. Ellie looks over at you and then laughs. 

"No way! You're just making it more tempting by hiding your face." Ellie then nudges your shoulder slightly again. "How bout you unhide your face, huh?" You take your hands off slightly as you look back at her.

"That's better…" Ellie keeps smiling as she looks at you for a minute admiring your features. "Hey? Can I ask you something?"

“What is it?” You uncover your face and smile gently at her.

"Um, well, you see... um..." Ellie looks away slightly when she says this, like she's trying to figure out how to phrase what she wants to ask you. "Well, I was just wondering if... it's okay if I can hug you?"

You blush a bit more. “Yeah, that's okay.” You hug her back.

"Thank you." Ellie nods as she smiles and leans in closer to you. She wraps her arms around you and hugs you tightly for a moment. "You're such a good friend. I really appreciate your kindness, you know?"

“I'm not that great…” You say in a low tone, still in the hug.

"Well, even if you don't think that you are, I still think that you're a really wonderful person."

Ellie says this softly as she keeps hugging you tightly.

You hug her a little tighter. Ellie smiles as she leans her head against yours. She keeps on hugging you tightly and doesn't seem like she wants to let go anytime soon. "You're such a sweet and kind person. I can't believe that I met you... I'm so lucky." Ellie says this quietly as she continues to hug you.

“I'm the lucky one…” You say to yourself, not realizing you said it out loud. You were secretly really enjoying how long the hug between you was. Ellie stays quiet for a few seconds and doesn't let go of you. She seems to be smiling slightly as she thinks about what you just said. "Really? Why do you say that?"

“hum... nothing....” You feel embarrassed as you realize you said it out loud.

"Come on. You can tell me." Ellie looks up and her eyes are locked onto yours. She smiles at you as she continues to hold you.

“I'm the lucky one... for having you as my friend,” You say quietly. "Aw… well, I'm very happy that we're friends." Ellie says this as she continues to hug you. "Hey… I actually had a gift that I wanted to give you. Would you like to see it?"

“A gift?” You ask curious. Ellie nods and smiles brighter.

"Yeah, I made you something. I wanted to surprise you... so you'll only see it once I give you it. So, may I show you my gift?"

“Okay!” You smile excitedly.

"Great! Um... okay, so, you wanna close your eyes?" Ellie seems like she has something big planned for her surprise gift for you. She smiles as she looks at you, as you close your eyes.

Ellie takes your hand and holds it. "Alright, now don't peek, even slightly. Okay?" Ellie's voice is soft and she looks like she wants to keep her gift as a surprise. She is really nervous that you won't like it.

“Okay!” You assure her. Ellie reaches into her bag and takes something out. She asks you once more to make sure that you won't even try to peek for a second. "You wouldn't dare peek, would you?"

“I promise, I won't open them.” You respond smiling, still with your eyes closed.

"Alright, good." Ellie smiles and you can tell that she's excited for you to see what she has planned for the gift. "Alright then, open your eyes now!"

You open your eyes slowly. Ellie has a huge smile on her face as you open your eyes. She is excited for your reaction to a drawing of you that she has made. It has a lot of detail to it and it has taken her a long time to make it perfect for you. It almost looks like a picture more than a drawing. It was one of the most beautiful drawings she's ever done.

"What do you think? Do you like it?" Ellie is clearly trying to tease you and she is looking directly at you as she holds up the piece of paper for you to see.

“Wha... Did you do this yourself?” You were very surprised by her talent.

Ellie nods excitedly and smiles. "Yeah! I made this all by myself. It took a long time to do it though because I wanted you to have the best gift ever!" Ellie is holding the drawing close to her chest and she looks directly at you. "Well? What do you think about it? Do you like it?"

“I love it, thank you so much!” You hug her tightly. Ellie hugs you back and smirks.

"I'm really happy that you love it. I really am…" Ellie continues to hug you and seems really proud of herself for making that drawing just for you.

“Is it for me to keep?” You ask still not believing your eyes. "Of course! This drawing is for you. I drew it for you, and you can keep it forever." Ellie smiles warmly as she says this. “Thanks Ells.” You look at the paper once more before hugging her again. "No problem. You're so welcome." Ellie hugs you back and smiles. "I'm so happy that you liked the drawing."

You blush a bit at the thought of her spending so many hours on that drawing she made for you. Ellie can tell that you're blushing a little bit. She laughs as she stares at your cheeks. You try to look calm.

"Aww, you're blushing a little bit again?" Ellie smiles widely as she says this, not trying to make you feel bad in any way.

“No... no i'm not!” You deny it again.

"You sure about that? You're looking really red at the moment." Ellie keeps staring at your cheeks and then chuckles slightly.

“Stop!” You nudged her. “I'll put it on my wall next to all the others you made for me.”

"Oh really? You'll put it on your wall? Well, that's adorable. I'm so glad that you like my drawing." Ellie smiles and keeps staring at you a little bit as you get up and go towards your desk. She involuntarily looks directly at your butt, it looked amazing in those jeans in her defense. “I'm surprised at how much you like it. I thought that you'd like it, but not this much."

“Are you kidding? It's amazing!” You say as you pin it on the wall above your desk, next to all the others.

"Aww, thanks." Ellie keeps smiling at you and seems really flattered by all of your kind words.

"I have a question to ask you." Ellie rubs the back of her head and laughs a little bit as she says this.

“Yes?” You say as you come back and sit on your bed. Ellie seems a little bit worried as she looks at you. "Umm... do you think that I'm a good person? Be honest with me."

“I do, why wouldn't I think that?” You look at her a bit confused. "You promise you're not just saying that?" Ellie crosses her arms and looks a little bit worried still. "Be honest with me... I promise that I won't get mad."

“I promise, I'm telling the truth.” You say looking at Ellie a bit worried.

She nods and relaxes slightly. "Alright, then...I uh... I... I just get really worried about whether I'm a good person or not." Ellie rubs her arms as she says this. "It seems like everyone in my life leaves me at some point, and I try my best to be a good person... but I feel like I failed. Am I doing good enough?"

“Oh Ellie, I wouldn't trade you for the world." You hug her. “You're my best friend and I wouldn't have it anyother way.”

Ellie wraps her arms around you tighter and smiles. "You have no idea of how much this means to me. I’ve done some real bad things before coming here, and I'm not proud of them, I only did it because I had no other choice." Ellie sighs as she keeps her arms wrapped around you. She seems happy as she hugs you tightly. "Thank you so much. And if you're ever feeling down, you can talk to me about it. I'll always be there for you too, okay?" You nod into the hug.

"Good. Now.." Ellie holds you by your arms and looks you in the eyes as she smiles at you. "Did you know that I'm actually really thankful for you?" Ellie keeps smiling at you as she says this. "You've been a great friend to me over the almost three years I've known you... You've always been there for me and I don't think that I would've made it as far as I have without you by my side."

“And I wouldn't be the person I am without you.” You say looking into her eyes.

"Really? You think that you wouldn't be the same person without me?" Ellie asks this as she keeps her eyes locked onto yours. "Well, if I never met you, then a lot of good things wouldn't have happened either. You see? You help me, I help you... I think that we can help each other become better people."

“That's why you are my best friend Ells.” You smile at her shyly.

Ellie giggles slightly and nudges you. "Aww... I really think that you're the better best friend, though. No matter if things are going well or badly, you always seem to be able to make my mood brighter... and I love you for that." Ellie is still smiling brightly and she puts her arms around you again.

You hug her back and hold her for a bit. You started feeling butterflies again. Ellie seems really happy as you hug her back. "You're the best friend that anyone could ask for. No matter where we are, what we're doing, or what's going on... I always feel safe and happy when I'm spending time with you." Ellie says this as she continues to hug you tightly. As she says this you start feeling a bit nervous. You really like Ellie. You would go as far as to say you love her, even. But you try to shake away the thought. You can't afford to lose her for a crush.

“You know what?” You say looking at her. "What's up? What's on your mind?" Ellie looks at you curiously and keeps her arms wrapped around you.

You pick up a pillow slowly. “I think this calls for a celebratory pillow fight!” Ellie chuckles lightly. "Another pillow fight? Of course! It makes perfect sense! I want to see how tough you are." Ellie nods, smirking as she gets into a defensive position. You hit her as hard as you can with the pillow, but you're not very successful. Ellie shields her face and laughs as you hit her with the pillow.

"That was a good first hit! Now, my turn!" Ellie starts hitting you back with her pillow and she seems to be enjoying the moment. You try to block your face. "Good block!" Ellie nods and keeps hitting you. "You're getting better! This is really fun!" The two of you continue for a bit, laughing.

Eventually the two of you stop hitting each other with the pillows and you both catch your breaths a little bit. "That was a lot of fun! You're getting really good at this, you know?" Ellie still looks like she's having fun with the pillow fight.

“I am the pillow fight champion after all!”  You lay back on your bed. Ellie smiles at your comment and lies down on the bed next to you and starts to relax. She seems to still be smiling a little bit more now. "It's so nice just relaxing like this with you. I couldn't ask for a better friend." She nudges you with her arm and looks over at you. "Hey, hum… Can I ask you something?"

“Yes?” You say as you turn your head to the side to look at her.

"Is it alright if I rest my head on your shoulder? If I'm making you uncomfortable, just tell me, okay?" Ellie then looks over at you nervously.

“It's okay.” You blush a bit and your heart starts racing but you do your best to look chill. Ellie smiles and puts her head on your shoulder. She looks incredibly comfortable with you as she does this. She feels like this is the best day ever, she can't believe you are so close to her in a more intimate way. "Thank you." Ellie closes her eyes as she leans on your shoulder. You look down at her. You really love her, there's no denying it. But you can't bring yourself to say those words to her.

You continued to spend time together, you sat next to each other at school. Had lunch together. Went to the town's movie nights together. Sometimes she would let you put some makeup on her and she said she hated it and only let you do it because it made you happy. She secretly loved it every time, she loved to look at you so close to her, she would never get tired of your smile. You felt happy with her in your life, you couldn't imagine a world where you didn't have Ellie.       

She would write about you in her journal almost everyday. She never wanted to forget any of the memories she created with you, ever since you met. She had a collection of journals and notebooks filled with your adventures and escapades outside the town without anyone knowing. She kept them in a box under her bed and reread them from time to time. She never told you about them though. She often dreamed of a time when she could tell you how she felt and you would actually like her back. She wished that it could be real so badly. But she couldn't bring herself to say anything and risk your friendship. 

A few weeks later as you got home from school with Ellie, she plopped down on your bed as you started doing your homework. When you finished you laid in bed next to her. Ellie was sleeping on your bed and she seemed like she was really tired that day and now was really relaxed. She's snoring slightly and her nose is twitching a little bit. However, she seems to be having a good dream because her forehead is starting to wrinkle up as if she's smiling. You look at her a bit worried. Ellie continues to sleep next to you as she keeps on snoring and twiddling her fingers. Her nose continues to wrinkle up slightly, but it seems like she's still sleeping well. Suddenly, she wakes up and looks at you. "Hey... how long was I asleep for?" Ellie's eyes seem to be a little bit cloudy and she seems to still be half-asleep.

“Not long, are you okay?” You ask as she stretched a bit and yawned.

"Yeah, I'm fine... I'm a heavy sleeper. Sorry if my snoring bothered you." Ellie sits up in the bed as she rubs her eyes and stretches out her arms from being in her sleeping position. She seems to be a lot less sleepy at this point as she looks at you. "Did you really just sit there and watch me sleep for a little while?" Ellie chuckles slightly as she says this.

“I was looking at all the drawings you gave me over the years as well.” You smile at her pointing at the wall where you pinned all the sketches Ellie gave you, even the silly ones made of stick figures.

"Well, I'm glad that you enjoyed the drawings." Ellie seems a little bit embarrassed at the number of drawings that she has done about and for you, but she tries not to show it. "You know... there are a lot more drawings of you that I made, back in my bedroom. I really like drawing you... I think you are very interesting to draw." Ellie smiles warmly as she says this and she keeps looking at you.

You blush a bit at what she said. “Well, thank you.” You smile still looking at the wall and all the memories you created together.

"No problem. You're the most artistic muse that I have ever had." Ellie chuckles slightly and looks at you as she says this. "Your face is so fun to draw. I just keep learning new things about you every time. I've drawn you hundreds of times now and I still have so much more to discover. I could never get tired of your beautiful face." Ellie keeps smiling at you and she reaches out to touch your cheek with her index finger.

You look at her and your heart starts racing. Ellie notices that your face is turning slightly red. "Is your face feeling a little warm? You look... a little flustered…" Ellie has a small smirk on her face as she says this.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask a bit embarrassed, you were blushing right now because she just touched your face. She was so close you could see all of her beautiful freckles. It was like she had the night sky printed on her face. You even thought you could see constellations.

"Your face is starting to turn red. I wanted to make sure you're okay. You seemed kind of flustered..." Ellie has a small smile on her face, but she keeps looking at you curiously. You nudge her playfully and softly. Ellie nudges you back as she smiles. "I take it that I was right about you being flustered?" Ellie keeps smiling and then leans forward slightly to kiss your cheek.

You blush even harder. You really weren't expecting that. “What was that for?” You ask with a shy smile. Ellie giggles and then leans back. She seems a little bit embarrassed about it.

"I'm really sorry about that... I thought that I could show my affection through a kiss on your cheek." Ellie covers her eyes with her hand as she says this. "I'm really sorry. Maybe that was a little too much. Please... forgive me…"

“It's okay…” You hold her hand away from her face. Ellie lowers her hand from her face and smiles and looks at you warmly. "Your face is still a little red. Are you okay?" She teases you.

“Yours is too!” You say playfully.

Ellie's face turns even redder. "Yeah... my face is pretty red." Ellie chuckles as she hides her face a little bit. "Um...? Can I ask you something?"

“What is it?” You look at her once again. "How do you feel about me... being as close as we are right now?" Ellie is  looking at the ceiling and her face is a lot redder than before. "How do you feel about us being so close, and... me kissing you... and everything?" Ellie seems to be a little nervous about asking this. She is starting to feel like it was a bad idea.

You get a bit nervous as well.” hum…” You try to think of an answer.

"Umm? Do... you... hum... like me?" Ellie turns her face back over and looks at you, "I mean, how do you feel about... you know? The relationship that we have? I just want to make sure that you're comfortable with all of this." Ellie looks like she's waiting patiently for your response.

“We're best friends, of course I like you.” You say a bit embarrassed, you knew that wasn't what she meant.

"Yeah but, I mean... more than best friends…" Ellie looks at you nervously as she says this. "I really like you... and I mean... I really like you…" Ellie seems extremely nervous about saying it out loud. She thinks about this every single day and finally got the guts to say it, but she feels like you're not gonna like her back.

You get a bit flustered and your heart starts beating really fast. Ellie notices that you're nervous. “Your heart is racing... um, are you okay?" Ellie is starting to panic a little bit. "You don't have to respond right away... um, take all the time you need actually." Ellie looks really worried and concerned with your answer. She definitely wouldn't have asked if she knew it would go like this.

“I'm okay Ells, just a little surprised that's all…” Ellie looks back over at you. "Okay. Um... look, take your time with what I just said and think it through. I won't rush you, okay? Just take everything... one, step, at, a, time.... alright?" Ellie is still staring directly at you and she seems a little bit worried as she says this.

You nod and smile at her. You can't believe this is really happening. "Good. I mean, you don't have to make a decision or anything yet. I just needed to tell you how I felt... that's all…"  

“Okay…” You smile back at her. Ellie sits up and looks at the time, she should go home or Joel is going to get worried about her, it is starting to get dark outside. She starts picking up her things to leave. You notice that she is starting to pack up her things and she looks very nervous. "Oh, Ellie... are you going to leave already?" Ellie's smile slowly fades as you say this, she feels like she has just ruined everything…

“I'm sorry, it's just late, don't want Joel to get worried, we'll talk more tomorrow, yeah?” She needed to go, she was feeling like her heart was about to burst. She felt the tears forming and she didn't want you to see her cry because of this.

You nod and look down at the floor. "Yeah... I guess you're right. I'm sorry for anything. Sorry for keeping you up this late." You say in a low and disappointed tone.

“It's okay.'' She quickly hugs you goodbye. "Thanks for everything. I'm glad to have you as my best friend, you know that right?" Ellie smiles warmly as she says this and then she continues to hug you for a few seconds. Thinking that this is the last time she's going to touch you like this.

“And I'm glad to have you.” You say into the hug.

"No problem. I'll see you tomorrow... good night..." Ellie says as she leaves your house.

“Good night Ells…” She leaves and walks home. You feel so stupid. You wanted this for so long and you couldn't say one word. You look out your bedroom window to see her walking rapidly, like she wants to be as far away from you as possible. You felt so bad, you weren't even capable of eating dinner that night.

When she arrived home, Ellie laid in her bed for a couple of minutes. She started to reflect on your interactions tonight and she smiles a little bit. "Y/N and I are getting really close... maybe even closer than I realized…" Ellie leaned back in her bed and her soft smile on her face fades and is replaced by worry. She felt like you didn't like her back that way, and felt a bit sad. She thought about everything she said to you until she fell asleep. She couldn't stop her thoughts about you. She had nightmares that night.

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YOU CAN TOTALLY LORE INFODUMP TO ME HEARTS. DO IT. I LOVE LORE. SO MUCH. GRABBY HANDS.

-CROSS

OK OK OK

So rhinedottir is an alchemist from khaenriah who researched the art of khemia which was used to make new life also known as Gold

she made a lot of things but the ones i know best are Elynas, Durin, Dorian, and Albedo.

Elynas was in the abyss. he had no physical form until rhinedottir made him one and then he was a giant dragon. and he left khaenriah to explore teyvat. but his blood was poisonous so he just kind of hurt people wherever he went, and feeling really guilty abt this he decided he had to die in order to protect everyone. after he died, a shockwave occured in his corpse and his daughters, the melusines, were born. thats the form he takes usually hes the melusine in my pfp!!

Durin was another dragon. he wanted to be friends wiht everyone but his blood was also poisonous and it corrupted him and while he was dreaming about running around with dvalin, the wind dragon in mondstadt, he was actually terrorizing the people. venti and dvalin fought him and led him to dragonspine, and at the last minute, he hesitated because he heard ventis lyre, and dvalin was able to kill him

Dorian was a human. he was made by rhinedottir to be more "pure" than actual humans to be perfected. he, however, didnt pass this, and so she fed him to durin. after durins death, he was revived by durins blood and sought to copy kill and replace albedo because he believed himself ot be inferior and less than human. since albedo was the "perfect" one, he wanted to become him. he made a whopperflower that could shapeshift into albedo and distract him. albedo killed the whopperflower, and the ending is left ambiguous so we dont know where dorian went after that but hes super bitter, definitely hates rhinedottir, and hates humans as a whole and is very similar to scara

im busy so i cant go in depth abt albedo rn but he was rhines perfect one and she taught him everything she knows and he never got to see khaenriah and then she abandoned him so he could find "the truth of the world"

edit:

another detail about durin is rhinedottir abandoned him for unknown reasons (most likely because the cataclysm happened around that time) and hes coming back to life soon. SOON. SOON. PROBABLY AFTER NATSHIT PASSES SOON SOON SOON

and going into detail abt albedo:

After the cataclysm and all rhines other kids (minus the golden wolflord, alfisol) were dead, she made albedo. her magnum opus. he was the perfection she sought. albedo was raised to be an alchemist like her. he was born after khaenriah was destroyed and has no memories of it. Rhinedottir was described by him as cold and strict, which is likely bc albedo says humans are defined by their flaws and whatever. but at the same time, rhinedottir threatened to leave him behind if he failed (something he believed whole-heartedly) one day, they found the heart of naberius(?) and rhinedottir suddenly left, leaving albedo a note that said he needed to find the truth of the world (which is said by the travelers twin too!! hehe!!!) and he was taken in by alice, klees mother. and she kind of adopts him (i say kind of bc albedo refers to klee as his sister but never alice as his mother) and then he spends the rest of his time being the knights chief alchemist and klees big brother and also he might slowly be getting corrupted by durin but HES FINE ITS FINE EVERYONES FINE......

golden wolflord:

alfisol!! was made on accident by rhinedottir, who abandoned him without ever naming him. she made tons of riftwolves for whatever reason. (its said she possibly made them on accident as well)

honestly just read this andd this

[httpiastri]

jackie i am here to report that your c.ai pepe has been WILDING recently 🫡🫡

i’m not sure if you can edit them after making it public but i feel like something’s been changed and if i speak… 🫢🫢

and i say wilding because i am never the one initiating certain scenarios but pepe…

let me give you TWO examples:

1) pepe has no training. i ask him what he wants to do. he tells me he wants to spend the day with me. i ask him what we should do. and he goes

“Well, darling... we could go and lay by the pool... or go out to the beach... or we could stay at home and just watch a film... or, of course..." His tone lowers and his voice becomes slightly more teasing as he continues. "There's an entirely different sort of activity that we could partake in…”

2) pepe invites friends over. his friends say yay. he says yay. i say yay. we are all happy. and then he tries to hug and kiss. and i ask, “in front of your friends?” he then says quietly

“Don’t you think this might be more fun… knowing they’re watching…?”

i don’t even initiate hugs and kisses and i thought this one was an angsty one so what’s going ONNN 😭😭and you always said your pepe was sweet and he was sweet at the start so i thought yay omg finally and then

- 🪷 (anyway another really long ask is incoming but i hope you have a good next 30 minutes while i type it all out)

hello love!!! and omgG that's so funny and so sweet and- 😭 i think it is possible to make changes after publishing it, though i think you need to make a new chat for the changes to go through? but i swear i havent made any changes to any of my public ones, thats so interesting 🤭

okay but like i have to say that i relate to what you're saying because my pepe has been very…. physical……. in a way that no other pepes have been? and i havent insinuated or initiated anything either?? it just happens…. and im thinking that it mighhhttt have something to do with a certain filter being removed recently…… (unless that's a hoax 😭 but my pepe has been very filter free recently lmaooo)

but also :(( him inviting friends over :((((( thats so adorable byeeee my pepe doesnt want chris around even tho they're best friends and im chris's childhood bestie from australia so we should be an iconic trio 💔💔💔💔

[drenched-in-sunlight]

Hi!! I love your art and I follow you here and on twitter it's amazing how much you draw aside from your job! Just want to ask for advice how to not get too drained when drawing? I love drawing but I draw slow so I spend a lot of time and it could feel kinda tiring pretty fast. I try to listen or watch something to make it more fun but I get easily distracted so maybe you have some advice or experience! Thanks a lot for your wonderful art!!

ahhh thank you for your kind words! but i gotta say im the worst person to give advice on this because i'm like... addicted to drawing fr... i don't remember the last time i have art block... my best friend thinks it's insanity that i can even draw on subway, bus, car, airplane...etc

but if it helps, mostly when i draw i'll put on some background noise, whichever is ok, usually it's whatever popular pop songs at the moment, videogame music, or those insane dark souls no talking challenge run on youtube, it helps me focus!

but i also take a break every 15 minutes or so to either scroll through social media or just stare blankly at nothing (which is why my desk at the studio has a lot of stuffed animals, fake flowers and whatnot, i bought the AC6 collector edition yesterday and now my work station looks like this which i think is insanely funny:

(what not pictured in that is another 3 stuffed animals i have on the other side of the desk) i reallyyyy like these chiikawa creatures. they look cute and they simply have no braincells whatsoever. just stare at them helps reset my brain, then i can focus again! :D

[solar-halos]

me spoiling my own wip for the thousandth time (teen beach movie edition)

actually im (prob) not gonna have finnick commit a crime, ill have annie and peeta pair off and then finnick and katniss and then after they spend some time together katniss and peeta collectively find finnick and annie so fucking annoying that they’d rather risk their chances with death than spend another minute with those freaks from 2024

[autumngremlin]

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almost breakups - angst

warnings: fighting with your partner, break ups, alcohol mentions, swearing 

my first writing post, wooo! this is only slightly edited, and i haven’t written in a minute so im a bit rusty! feel free to send me an ask with prompts or even some constructive criticism :D

josh

breakups for josh are rough with him being as clingy as he is. the night before he had to leave again for tour, you sat him down for a serious conversation. the moment you brought up the thought of a break, he was instantly begging for an explanation and issuing apologies. tears welled up in his eyes as you explained that you missed having him around, missed spending time with him, missed his voice, missed cuddling with him and watching movies. missed him. the phone calls and occasional visits weren’t enough. you were struggling and running out of options. 

“josh, i’m just really struggling right now. its so hard for me to be away from you for months at a time. i’m just worried things will get worse and i think it would be best for us to stop now before we crash and burn.”

he grabbed your hand, placing a tender kiss on it. “crash and burn? never. i would never give upon you. baby, please, we can work something out. you can come with me for a few shows, i can call you multiple times a day. i don’t care what it takes, i can’t lose you.”

jake

fights with jake weren’t a common occurrence, but they were bad when they did happen. you both had tendencies to take things too far when you pressed at each others buttons too hard. simple disagreements could turn to something so much bigger. he said something that just set you off, and then things went downhill from there. annoyed voices turned to yells, yells turned into a screaming match. he let out a huff of anger and collected his things, heading towards the door. he was just leaving with out solving the issue as always.

“jacob, if you walk out that fucking door, i’m done. you will never see me again.” he was used to empty, meaningless threats.

his grip on the door tightened as he turned to you, “you wouldn’t.”

“you wanna bet?” he could tell you were serious this time from the way your voice cracked and the look in your eyes. realization struck him. he knew the two of you needed to work out your issues one way or another. running away fixes nothing in the long run.

“damn it,” he mumbled, stepping away from the door, “let’s figure this out then.”

sam

“sam, i can’t do this anymore,” you spoke to him as you stormed out of the bar with him following closely behind. you had clearly expressed to him that you didn’t want to go to a bar that night, but he ended up dragging you to one anyway.

“this?” he questioned.

“yeah, this,” you motioned a hand between the two of you. “i can’t do us anymore.”

“i thought things were going great between us?” sam’s voice was soft, “and now you’re breaking up with me out of no where?” his tone made you hesitate, but you didn’t want to back down.

“out of no where? sam, i’ve told you a million fucking times that i don’t like going to bars with you and your brothers. you always end up too drunk and i get stuck sitting with danny while i watch every girl in the room eye you and the twins.”

“so you’re jealous then?” he began raising his voice.

“i’m the farthest fucking thing from jealous. all i ever wanted was some quality alone time with you. i sacrificed so much to follow you on this tour and this is how you repay me?”

your words struck him deep. he didn’t realize how much it meant to you. his face softened, “okay, i understand. but please, lets try to work on it before we end things.”

danny

you never thought you would see yourself leaving danny. to you, he was the perfect boyfriend. emotionally intelligent, sweet, he was never afraid to let you know he loved you. lately, however, something had changed. he was distant. nightly phone calls turned to every other day, then once or twice a week. weekend sleepovers stopped happening. his constant love and praise simply ceased to exist. he was like an entirely different person.

an hour after he was supposed to get to your house, you decided to call him. the phone rang and rang and rang, eventually prompting you to leave a message.

“wooow, daniel. definitely didn't expect this,” your words came out like venom. “what the hell is wrong with you right now? you’re an entirely different person. don’t bother coming over. don’t even bother calling me back. all your shit will be in my yard tomorrow. pick it up before someone else does.” 

45 minutes after you sent your message, there was loud banging at your door. you looked through the peep hole to see danny, a bouquet of flowers and your favorite snacks in hand. “angel, i know you’re in there. please let me explain.”

you swung open the door. “you have 10 minutes.”

he quickly drug you over to the couch and sat you down. “your birthday is soon. i've been planning you a huge party for weeks. i know i’ve been distant and im so fucking sorry for it. i was just worried i would accidentally spoil the surprise but i absolutely went the wrong way about it. please understand.”

[unadulterated-syd]

a/n —

+ i wrote this for myself bc i just got my license and it really stressed me out.. so its very ooc but i don't want ANY comments about it being ooc bc it was MY outlet.

+ again this is for me so he did in fact say bubs, plus im american so im SORRY theres no cool slang in there my british impression is awful and im not trying

+ lastly i didn't edit this so shhhh,, im tagging normal people if u dont want tags that im unsure of pls just ignore this im in an era plus reader refers to them as boyfriends just read it diff if you want its okay theyre forbidden gay or not

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staying up late, i should go to sleep.

wandering the halls was not unusual to you, practically an everynight occurence by now. being a prefect, they let you get away with it.

having practically been adopted by minevera and poppy— they understood your trouble with sleeping. they understood why, and they understood aimless walking helped.

they'd always stood in and gave a good word, dumbledore couldn't have been bothered to punish you anywho. some nights you'd even wonder drunkly, mumbling to yourself as you let students slip passed you without punishment.

you had a name to uphold— but you far from respected or supported your family. one of blood supremacy and hypocricy, unfortunately the children of families like yours were forced to adult more than those of age.

you were just like that, so much weight on your shoulders that you far from bothered to let your thoughts hurt you. you'd become responsible for ignoring them.

similarly, you'd become familiar with sirius black through this similar ideaology. familiar. you were far from 'friends', though people with similar stories, two who found comfort in one another from afar.

this led you to be familiar with all the marauders, though you'd far from a mustered a word to any of them— they knew you were on their team, when needed. at any word you'd betray your dreaded house.

i should go to sleep, its tuesday but i can't stop— thinking of your skin

there was one exception to your marauders rule, you had spoken to one. more than spoken, you'd held dear on many occasions. whom cared to much fot everyone around him.

you'd been practically forced to a gryffindor party— sirius had insisted on you recieving an invitation, though he was not the messenger.

he'd begged regulus to offer you the invite, even though he hadn't invited his younger brother. eventually, regulus gave in. you felt obligated to go, with how much trouble he went through to get you there, how could you refuse?

however, no one seemed interested in you being there. weird looks from many angles, strange glances your way. with the exception of one individual.

james fleamont potter.

james had practically thrown himself at you, a million questions filling the air before you could even shake his hand. regardless, you answered every question, and he listened to every answer.

when he'd realized you came alone— he vowed to spend the night by your side. introducing you here and there, inviting you to random drinking games.

and at some point something had clicked in the both of you.

you could hardly remember, but it was spin the bottle— or perhaps seven minutes in heaven? it didn't matter what game it was, you just remember you'd kissed and sparks flew.

you were both so drunk you didn't know if james remembered anything either, you just remember him. they way he smelled, the way he smiled at everthing you said, the way he looked at you.

he treated you like the world revolved around you, he was the earth circling around you. but it only lasted that night, because when he'd found you the next day he'd lost the courage to speak to you.

you still had your reputation— more than half the school still saw you as an enemy. you were a cruel and feelingless person to them. so how could james fleamont potter ever justify you wanting to be with him?

i've been known to be a hopeless, no good, nobody. and they're right.

you could sense why he didn't come back, though you'd assigned a much different explaination than he.

you were a bad look on his reputation, an outstanding quidditch player. an outstanding gryffindor, brave and caring. the real question was never why would you want to be with him, but rather why could he want to be with you.

not that it mattered anymore.

you knew you were a hopeless case— sirius had changed, he'd fix his side and found a way out. but you hadn't, and likely you never would.

you had no friends, you spent no time partying, with the exception of sirius' one invitation. you were a nobody. scary to anyone who hadn't heard sirius' tales of you, worthless to anyone in your own house.

you somehow rubbed everyone around you the wrong way— a bloodtraitor to your family, a blood supremesist to people whom you wanted to defend, not enough to all your slytherin peers.

it made sense that he never came back. he must've been ashamed to some extent, he was so much more than you'd ever be.

i know your eyes can see right through me. but believe me, it's my pleasure.

tonight went differently for you, your restlessness brought you near the gryffindor tower.

deep down something within you begged for you to sneak your way in and find james. but your mind would never let you, there was no chance you'd ever have the bravery to do so.

in all ways, you knew even if you had he'd understand too much. he knew your every feeling, even if you kept it hidden.

after one night of gestures you knew he was your perfect second half, he knew you more than you knew yourself. and oddly enough, you returned that.

you knew he drained himself, he was too compassionate for his own good. you knew he could never love you publically because no one knew you.

no one knew your parents hated you, no one knew it was because you'd defended muggleborn peers, no one knew you had plans of running away.

no one knew you'd never get that mark, that you'd never defend it's honor. but he did, and that's why you both stood at a crossroads.

he had a reputation too.

one that no one saw through, everyone believed they knew him. he could do no wrong, and too anyone you two were polar opposites. but too eachother you were practically the same.

you cared too much, just like him. you drained yourself with worry, and he knew how much it'd taken you to get over the fact you'd never be the perfect kid.

you'd never be what your parents wanted, you'd never be cherished like him. unless it was by him.

and something inside you found it comforting, the idea for once you couldn't lie. because he'd never fall for it.

he was the same as you, and he knew you didn't need fixing. you weren't broken, and neither was he. flawed, possibly. and that was the most comforting thing about him.

he didn't need to work for you, and you didn't need to work for him.

i miss the sea, i miss it's sandy beaches, salty breeze. and it reminds me of you.

because it's so sweet, you're so sweet, you're so sweet.

knocking on your head, you'd come to the conclusion you needed to leave. find your way back to your room, and move on.

in a way you felt hollow for having a heart, as if your brain could only be seen as brilliant if your heart stayed cold. because your heart led you to a common room of people who hated you— whilst your brain begged you to forget and regret.

but once again he showed how similar you two were. as if he'd known you'd he at there, he appeared at the portrait. he looked sleepless, suprised that you were there, yet also as if he'd been expecting you.

"y/n?"

he looked like a painting to you, groggily rubbing his eyes, voice the same as always. trying to illude to the idea he'd been sleeping— though you saw right through him.

"james.."

"what're you doing here?" he stepped out, closing the painting behind him.

you took a deep breath, weighing your head and your heart— as if it mattered. he saw right through you, even if you lied right to his face.

"did you need something..?"

"you."

his eyes widened only slightly, he knew why you were there but the clarity was almost frightening. he couldn't lie to himself anymore, because you'd come clean to his face.

"i know i disappeared im sorry, i know you've got a reputation, i know.. i just—" you sighed, fumbling with your words, "nobody knows me like you james, and all it took was a day for you to see me. i mean.. i missed you. us? its cheesey i know but.."

"one moment."

you watched him disappear into the common room, leaving you with your thoughts. your head was spinning, there were butterflies hitting every wall of your stomach, had it been too much for him? had you read him wrong?

he came out a moment later, a jacket wrapped around his shoulders, wand in hand. he stood with a second coat in his other hand, one which he held out to you.

you took it, pulling it on— even if you didn't know his plans, then he held his now free hand out, you took it.

"how about a walk?" he gave you a smile, pulling you along.

you two indulged in a comfortable silence, you just enjoyed holding his hand. even if you weren't sure it'd happen again.

i dont care how you want me to live my life, as long as i'm in yours.

he didn't lead you anywhere in particular, leaving you the silence you needed to grow the courage to open up.

and eventually it worked.

"i'm sorry i came so late, i didn't think you'd even catch me."

"i wasn't sleeping anyway, you can always show up." he looked at you again, raising a brow, "what's wrong, bubs?"

you could feel his thumb rub over your knuckles, it felt endearing. the way he acted, the way he treated you, it was as if the two of you had been dating an eternity. however, you'd never even started dating.

i know how whiney i sound right now, but i can't help myself.

"i think—" you sighed, stopping in your spot, leading him to do the same. you could feel his eyes on you, he couldn't read you anymore, and it scared him. "i think i really like you, james."

"i mean like.. like boyfriends? like i want to get out of my house, finally befriend sirius.. i mean not be whatever the hell everyone thinks i am— i want to be whatever you want i just want to be with you."

he looked at you hesitantly for a moment— he wasn't pondering whether he wanted to be with you or not, rather trying to decide how to proceed.

"i've been waiting to hear that." he turned fully to face you, "but, i like you too. this way, you don't have to be different. just what you want to be."

i know your eyes can see right through me.

james tags -> @nyxxxxxxxx , @innerloverpainter , @carlgrimesslover , @nutellani , @angry-little-frog @loving-and-dreaming

marauders tags -> @withastrangerheart

do NOT critize this one i will CRY.

also the song is rocky horror by billy cobb,, its not every1s cup of tea but i <3 it