#i am just getting color back into my face. i am mad as hell because i gave up my youth for someone who couldn't care less at the end.

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✧ summary there’s no better way for renji to celebrate a big win than to spend the night with y/n.

✧ content warnings reader described as a black woman who uses she/pronouns. feisty!reader, chubby!reader x undergroundfighter!renji. modern au — no bleach verse. told in first POV — renji’s. mentions of stitches and bruises. usage of profanity, praise kink, cowgirl position, nipple play, facefucking — renji will finish in reader’s, squirting. terms of endearment — baby, sweetheart, angel, etc. reader and renji are in their late twenties.

✧ author’s note hello, hello. i am here with a fic that’s not jjk for once in my life, lmfao. this idea has been in my drafts since january 2023, and it was just sitting there collecting dusts on my old tumblr. but i said i was going to do more bleach characters, so here we go. first time writing renji, so if this ain’t how you see him, oops. still enjoy. also didn't really focus on the underground!fighter portion as much. but maybe i will if there's a next time. support me by liking, commenting, and reblogging this post. i would greatly appreciate it. AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS AND MINORS— DO NOT INTERACT.

I know she told me not to come by after the fight, but I needed to. 

 I won.

 I fucking won, and there’s no other way for me to celebrate winning ten thousand dollars than to be with Y/N.

 Well, that’s if she’s still not mad at me.

 Before I left for my match, we got into an argument. A huge one. She doesn’t like that I fight for a living, let alone illegal underground fighting. I mean—I get it. Seeing someone you care about constantly getting his ass beat isn’t a sight worth seeing. 

 But fighting is all I know. 

 I had a shitty childhood. Didn’t know who the hell my parents were since they gave me up at birth for adoption. Jump around in foster care homes until the mothers got sick of me and kicked me out in the streets. Survival was basically forced on me.

 Fighting is what kept me alive. For food. Clothes. A place to lay my head. Whether I lost or won, I know the reason why I’m alive today is because I’m a fighter. 

 It wasn’t until I was eighteen when I found out about the world of underground fighting. Ten years deep and I know nothing else. 

 Y/N knows this about me. She understands I didn’t have it easy and never judged me. But that doesn’t mean she agrees with my lifestyle. 

 She came to a few fights in the beginning. Eventually, she got tired of seeing me stitched up almost every weekend. 

 Shit, me too. 

 However, after tonight, I feel good about my future wins. I busted my ass in training, so now I don’t have to hear shit about anymore losses. 

 Even if right now I’m stitched up and have a black eye. I feel good.

 Great.

 Better if Y/N opens the door after keeping me waiting out in the cold for the past ten minutes. 

 I know she’s awake. She has a habit of staying up late, studying for med school. And plus, I haven’t messaged or called her yet. Despite her not showing up to my fights, she still wants an update afterwards that I made it out alive.

 “Y/N, let me in,” I say, knocking loudly on her apartment door. “You know I don’t care about making a scene.”

 After a few more obnoxious knocks, the door finally swings open and I am met with deep russet skin, tight curls, and chocolate-colored eyes that pierce an annoyed look in my direction.

 “What do you want?” She bites out. “I’m busy.”

 I smirk and hold the bag of money in the air. “I won.”

 “Congrats.” Her tone is flat and she tries to slam the door in my face, but I placed my foot to stop it from closing. “Seriously?”

 “Yes, seriously. Are you really still mad at me?” I teasingly ask. 

 “You won. I said congrats. What more do you want?”

 I shrugged. “I’m locked out of my apartment.”

 She arches a brow at me, already recognizing my bullshit ass excuse of being locked out of my apartment. 

 Y/N knows me. She knows I would do anything to be in her presence, so going back and forth in forty degree weather is pointless. 

 Her pretty brown hues travels across my face and body, examining the stitches and bruises that probably has her wondering, who the fuck treated him? 

 Me. But that’s besides the point.

 A deep sign escapes her mouth when she realizes I’m not going anywhere until she lets me in, so she opens her door wider and turns her back to me to walk further inside her apartment. 

 “Sit,” she orders, which I happily do so while chuckling to myself. 

 While Y/N goes to the bathroom (assuming she’s getting a med kit to fix my shitty patch job), I take advantage of staring at her round ass that’s barely covered in those tiny boy shorts. Every step she takes it jiggles, creating an ocean of waves I’m eager to swim in.

 I get comfortable while I wait, taking off my skully, sweater, and any other form of heavy clothing that would cause me to sweat in her heated apartment. 

 “I’m going to start charging you if you keep fucking coming to my apartment like this, Renji,” Y/N snapped, walking with the kit in her hand as expected. 

 “Outside of paying for your tuition, I can think of other ways to repay you.”

 She rolls her eyes at my suggestive comment. “Get over yourself, Abarai.”

 I let out a snort before she stands in front of me and tilt up my chin to start making work on my face. 

 She’s cute when she’s mad. Huffing and puffing while whispering slick comments under breath. But how she’s handling my face by moving it around with force rushes blood straight to my groin.

 I’m getting hard.

 Hard as shit, and it’s not helping that I’m in close proximity with her. 

 That jasmine lavender scent that circulates through my senses. Looking up at her full lips that’s coated with gloss. Then, lowering my gaze to her tits that’s big, naturally saggy, and pretty. My mouth is watering at the sight of her nipples hardening.

 And I don’t know if it’s because she feels that I’m checking her out or the coldness outside is affecting her. 

 Either way, I’ll act on it.

 Taking it upon myself, I grab the back of her thighs to pull her on my lap. As if she’s used to my antics, it doesn’t catch her off guard and she continues to clean up my wounds. 

 “You’re all bloody up with a black eye and somehow you still have the energy to be a pervert,” she retorts.

 I move one of hands to her ass, massaging comforting circles. “For you? Yeah.”

 The quiet between us was comfortable until she opted to speak again. “So… who’d you fight?”

 “Some huge motherfucker. I thought I was going to die.”

 She leans back to grab more alcohol and dabs it above my brow. “Maybe that’s what needed to have you stop fucking fighting.”

 I throw my head back to laugh, but she grabs my chin to bring my face forward. “Like you want me dead.” My hands creep beneath her cheeks to pull her closer to me and apply more pressure to my cock. “That’s what you want?”

 “That came out my mouth, Abarai?”

 “Why are you still mad at me?” 

 She scoffs. “Why am I mad that you’re practically coming to me everyday with a busted face and broken ribs?” That’s one thing I love about Y/N—her feisty personality. It turns me on so fucking much because I know when I fuck her, it’ll be a different story. 

 Continuing, she says, “I think I would be a little more satisfied if you did this professionally as opposed to underground. Underground doesn’t come with insurance, Ren.”

 “Aw, you care about me that much?” My question was supposed to be posed as a joke, but the look on her pretty face says otherwise. 

 “Fucking asshole. I don’t know why I still deal with your ass.”

 “Probably because you love me.”

 “Probably not.”

  Gripping her hips, I pull her with me and lean back into the headrest of the couch. We’re inches away from our mouths cooling and I take advantage of this proximity by basking in her sweet smelling breath and beauty. 

 Simply because Y/N exists, my cocks hardens for her. Holding her in my arms. Feeling her pussy against my erection and breasts suffocating pressed on my chest. Girlfriend or not, she’s mine.  

 And she knows it. 

 I can see how she looks at me, even when mad, that she cares and loves me. Y/N is a tough girl. I can only imagine what she’s been through. Still, she manages to soften up just for me. 

 We never made it official since she doesn’t approve of the underground shit, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop asking. 

 “So when are you going to say yes to being my girlfriend?” I whisper.

 She tries breaking from my embrace, but I tighten my grip. “Renji…”

 “You feel my dick pressed against you, right? It only makes it harder when you say my name like that, Y/N.”

 “Be real with me… will you keep doing this shit forever?” Her eyes waver as she awaits my answer and I can’t help the guilt from pinging my chest. 

 “If it lessens my chance of being with you, no.”

 She searches my face for hesitance or deceit, however, she finds nothing because I meant what I said. Y/N is the only person that looks at me like I’m a human, and I wouldn’t let my obsession with fighting get in the way of our future together. 

 How she tucks her coil behind her ear and nips down on her lower lip shows me the bit of vulnerability she reserves for me.

 So—I take advantage of it. 

 In less than three seconds my lips were on hers. I take my time relishing those sweet, plump and plush, strawberry flavored lips.

 I can feel the skepticism from Y/N while kissing her, maybe because she’s trying to put on this show that she’s still mad at me. But soon, her rigid body melts into mine and returns the kiss. 

 Our heavy breaths mingle, increasing in speed the more aggressive we lock lips. She begins rolling her hips onto my cock and I let out a grunt, feeling the moisture of her pussy liquefying on me. 

 The slaps I leave on her ass are harsh, causing her to bite my bottom lip and suck it into her mouth. Y/N is so fucking aggressive it drives me nuts. She gives me a high and adrenaline not even a fight could give. 

 “Pull your dick out, Ren,” she orders through muffled moans and our kiss. 

 “Fucking bossing me around to give you cock? Not mad at me anymore?” Y/N ignores my taunt and works her hands between us to untie my sweats. I hiss at the feel of her cool hands engulfing my dick to give it a few pumps.

 She must not know what her touch does to me. She handles my cock like she owns it, and gosh, I fucking love that shit. My fingers gently tangle into her coils to deepen our kiss, but she soon gets up to strip her clothes.

 Fuck… Fuck, she’s so goddamn sexy. I’ll never get tired of her thick body, filled with soft dips and curves. I look at her, observe her like she’s an expensive piece of art hung up at a museum because that’s what I see her as. 

 Pretty pussy leaking arousal and I smirk to myself, thinking how she had all that attitude earlier while being wet for me like she didn’t want me inside of her.

 “You’re fucking beautiful. You know that?” I ask, massaging her tits and looking up at her. “You still have that attitude or are you going to come ride my cock like a good girl?”

 She gently pushes me back against the couch with her lips on mine and straddles my lap. “Depends on if you’re going to be a good boy and take this pussy.”

 “Shit, angel. I will.”

 Y/N hums while reaching around to align my cock with her sex. Two seconds later, she slowly sinks down my length until I’m buried into the hilt. That soft lingering fuck that slips past her pretty lips sounds sexy as hell and has my dick twitching in response.

 I can’t bust now. Not yet. Even if the tightness and heat of her pussy pushes me off the edge of a mountain. Her pussy is so warm, so fucking warm, fat, and wet. Gosh, I don’t ever think I can be without this pussy. 

 I throw my head back and savor this feeling, but Y/N had other plans for me. 

 “Remember to look at me when I’m riding you, Ren,” she coos. “Eyes on me, baby. I want you to see how much I love this dick inside my pussy.”

 Fucking Christ. “Tell me how much you love it while bouncing on me.”

 And she does just that. Telling me how big and girthy I am, that she’s sorry for giving me attitude and admits that she just wanted dick. But no. I want her to fuck me like she’s mad. I need that type of energy pumping through my veins after this win tonight. 

 I reassure Y/N and tell her to fuck me harder. Her pace quickens and slaps her ass fervently against my cock. I can’t stop moaning her name. The wet slippery noises coming from her pussy increases in volume and it creates a mess between us. 

 This is where I belong, deep in her pussy and feeling her walls squeeze the hell out of me. I don’t even hold her hips or waist. I relax comfortably with my arms sprawl over the top of her couch, watching how gorgeous she looks while fucking what’s hers. 

 “Oh, fuck, Renji,” she moans, tugging her lips inwards and lolling her head to the side in complete pleasure.

 Those perfect, full tits bounces in my face and I can’t help but stare and become mesmerized. Light marks that resemble tiger stripes decorated the valley of breasts. Her nipples, pebbled and straining underneath my gaze, look desperate for my touch.

 I take it upon myself to pinch them between my fingers and a soft shriek escapes her mouth, further arching her back. 

 Y/N keeps getting wetter by the second, every bounce she makes. And hearing her sticky arousal, I know and see how she’s creaming my cock.  Purposely, I sit myself on the couch, thrusting up in her a bit to feel my head hit her g spot.

 “Ren, help me little,” she begs through a whimper. “Fuck me back.”

 I caress her cheeks with the back of my head. “Yeah? You want me to help you, sweetheart?”

 “Please.”

 God, I love it when she’s needy for me like this. 

 In no time, my hands are at her waist and my thrusts meet with her jumping movements. Y/N isn't loud when it comes to her sounds of pleasure. Vocal, yes. But right now, her moans and whimpers are louder than usual. 

 It’s like she needed my dick inside of pussy just as much as I needed it. 

 I see the desire in her brown hues. I feel the heat radiating off Y/N’s skin while my fingers dig into her flesh, holding her in place to pound upwards into her pussy. 

 This is what I wanted—to fuck my girl after a well deserved win. And she’s going to congratulate me how I want. 

 My lips are at her neck leaving wet kisses and sucking her flesh until purple specks form. “Coming home to this good fucking pussy. Gosh, I love how you feel, angel. Going to fucking mean it now when you say congrats?”

 “Congratulations, baby,” she purrs, slamming harder on my cock. “You did good… so damn good, Ren.”

 I hum, dragging my tongue along her neck. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

 Y/N continues to gasps out her pleas for me to fuck harder. I comply… I comply in helping my pretty girl come and savor the look when she washes over me. My grips are firm on her waist, betting that’ll leave marks when she wakes up the next poor, and drive my cock deeper into her pussy.

 I’m in pure awe. I feel my own releasing catching up to me the more I watch her take me. This is my woman. My fucking girl. I come home to this every night after every fight to hold her in my arms and fuck her. 

 Her name from my mouth sounds like a broken record when I moan her name. This fat, gushy, slick and tight pussy has this power over me. She won’t stop fucking squeezing me, I can’t prevent my face from growing hot. It’s intense how I feel right now, and it’s all because of Y/N.

 “Good, good fucking pussy. God, you’re so fucking good to me, angel face,” I rasp, pecking her lips. “You’re going to come for me?”

 “Yes, Renji, baby. I’m going to come. Keep giving me that dick. Please don’t stop, please.”

 “Put your fingers in my mouth.” She does quick with my command. I suck on her digits and coat them well with saliva before pushing them out of my mouth. “Now rub your clit, pretty girl. I wanna see you squirt everywhere.”

 Because she’s overwhelmed with arousal, Y/N stops bouncing on my cock and allows me to fuck her while she plays with clit. Her mouth hangs gape, drool slightly coating the side of her mouth and breathing heavily. 

 My balls slap her ass. My head kisses her soft cushion repeatedly. Her velvet walls transfer warmth to my cock and the bubble that rests in the pit of my stomach is on the verge of explosion.

 I’m about to come. Hard.

 But I need her to come first.

 “Fucking come for me, Y/N. Keep playing with that pretty pussy and moan my name,” I grit out, pushing past all my thrusts. 

 “Right there, Renji. Keep fucking me right there… I’m–oh, fuck–I’m coming.”

 She’s so pretty when she comes. Dark brown porcelain complexion, slick with sweat. Eyes rolling to the back of her head. Pussy clenching and unclenching around my cock. Moaning, whimpering my name back to back. 

She’s breathless. Flawless. I have this image of her painted perfectly in my mind. Watching Y/N come, makes me come, so I make quick work to pull her off my lap. And she knows exactly what I want–to fuck my release down her throat.

 Her mouth is as warm as her pussy, and I let out hitched breaths and harsh grunts when she swallows me whole. I’m relentless when forcing her head down on my cock as I facefuck her. The gurgling noises she makes are obscene. Pornogrpahic, even. 

 And what caused my come to shoot through her mouth is seeing that she’s still massaging her clit, eventually squirting all over her wooden floors. 

 My hips stutter and I throw my head back to moan into the air. “Fuck, Y/N! That’s my fucking girl. Look at you making a mess while choking on my cock and swallowing my come.”

 Y/N takes it upon herself to wrap her lips tighter around my cock and massage my balls, ensuring every single last of my nut has released in her mouth. I take it for a while, but I soon become sensitive, practically feeling my skin being sucked off.

 “Easy now, angel,” I say through an airy chuckle. I pull my cock out and her mouth echoes a pop sound. 

 She whines a little because I’m no longer in her mouth and it causes me to smirk because it wasn’t too long ago where she acted like she hated me. 

 My hand grasps her chin and guides it upwards to meet with my eyes. “You swallowed for me, Y/N? Open up.” She nods, sticking her tongue out. “Perfect.”

 “You’re going to fuck me again?” She asks, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.”

 Gosh, this woman will be the death of me.

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If You Were Serious (Secret Admirer pt 7)

Okay, so there will be more than seven chapters. For now, please enjoy Steve on painkillers and creative mix tape shenanigans.

(The crossed out thing after the first "Dear" is the first line of an E.)

wc: 3226 / rated: T / set end of/after season 3 / also on ao3

Dear I

Dear Secret Amdirer,

Sorry, painkillers kicking in. I got pretty banged up in the mall, in the fire. Well, less the fire and more getting hit by stuff. Mall fell down. I have ribs and eye and nose, and concussion this time so I had to stay over at Robin’s because someone had to keep an eye on me sleeping and my parents are still out of town. Dustin said I won at upper body injury bingo but I didn’t even know I was playing, that sounds like really a shitty game. 

Anyway, I haven’t been home so I don’t know if you tried to call. If you did, don’t worry!!! I’m not mad. I don’t not like you anymore just because you’re you. And this isn’t the durg drugs talking because I read your letter first before they kicked in, but I have to write this ASAP so it can get to you faster. 

You could’ve called back that night but if you needed some time to breathe I get it, it’s cool. And I kinda had a feeling after that you might be a guy? Like, shit, man, they’d eat you alive in this town. Not me, I learned my lesson after Jonathan wrecked my face after I called him and his family some bad things. I deserved that. Kinda funny how the next year he stole my girlfriend and now I like you. If you could still be interested in somebody who used to be like that. 

I know I like you because when you hung up I was really worried, you sounded like you were breathing really fast, maybe a panic attack? I have those after nightmares now. Robin too. (Don’t worry, we bonded and she’s like my sister now, she says we’re playdoh soulmates

“Oh my god, I knew explaining who Plato was was a bad idea. It’s platonic, Steve, not Play-Doh.”

“Stop reading over my shoulder! … How do you spell that?”

“P-L-A-T-O-N-I-C.”

“Thanks Robbie.”

she says we’re playdoh soulmates platonic soulmates.) I was worried about you and thought maybe you might be a guy but, that wasn’t as important as wanting you to be okay, you know? You still wrote me all those nice letters. You’ve made me feel really good about myself, why does it have to be different just because you’re not a girl? I can’t tell you why Robin knows about this stuff but she says I might be bysix bisexual. Not sure why I need a big fancy word for it when I didn’t have one for liking girls, I just know I care about you a lot and want you to like me. 

And you’re not a coward, you’re very very brave. You reached out first, you went for what you wanted even when I didn’t get it and tried to ask for too much too soon. And then you kept coming back to try again, even though I kept doing that. That’s so brave. 

I’m not feeling so awake anymore so I’m going to stop and have Robin mail this for me. (No way am I going out dressed like this. Her dad wears grandpa shorts dude, it’s pretty bad.) I’ll write more when I’m feeling better. Are you okay? Hope you weren’t anywhere near the mall the other night. Thanks for the rainbow song I will look for it.

Love Steve 

~

Once Eddie is done reading, he screams into his pillow for a different reason. Several, actually. 

First, he’s been so sure for the past week or so that he would never hear from Steve ever again. The only reason he’d checked his mail today was because he should have another zine coming in soon. He didn’t, but there was a yellow envelope with familiar, if slightly messier than usual handwriting on it. And inside that, stationary with colorful geometric shapes along the edges that Eddie now surmises is Robin’s. 

Second, Steve isn’t even writing to tell him to fuck off right to hell. Because yes, Eddie had heard the rumors about Steve calling Jonathan Byers a queer. The irony does send a seam of semi-hysterical laughter through his screams. It’s fine. It’s fine!

Third, Steve hasn’t been avoiding his calls. He just hasn’t been home. He’s hurt, and it sounds like his head and torso took quite a beating. Eddie remembers seeing him around school both times after the other concussions and that had looked bad enough, and that had just been his face. This sounds worse. 

Fourth, Steve is… still interested? Has talked to someone about this and might be bisexual?! Eddie’s never had anyone talk to someone else about him, has always been completely anonymous with a possible option of becoming a dirty little secret. And then the letter ends with ‘Love Steve.’ Love? Love Steve?!

Fifth, Robin knows he sent Steve that ice cream. Eddie doesn’t know what all “platonic soulmates” entails, but what if she tells him? What if she already has?!

Sixth, despite being injured, and having panic attacks apparently, Steve is still asking if he is okay. 

Seventh, beneath his name Steve had also doodled a lopsided happy face with what he can only guess is an ice pack balanced on top. Or… maybe it’s hair. Or some kind of hat. 

Any of these would be enough to make his head spin on their own, but it’s all happening at once and he doesn’t know what to do. So he screams into his pillow for a while longer, kicking his feet for good measure. 

He wants to rush out and find Steve, wherever he is. Wants to call him, but doesn’t know what he would say even if he did know the number to reach him right now. What he could say. Wants to wrap both arms around him and kiss his poor head better. Hell, if he’s turned Steve gay he doesn’t just want, he deserves to make that guy the little spoon for the first time in his life probably and just. Hold him. 

Except… he’s not sure he’s ready for face to face yet. He will be! Soon. Once all the emotions bubbling in his chest have settled a little. And after he’s pinched himself a few million more times just to make sure. But until then…

A thought occurs to him, and Eddie rolls over to frown consideringly up at the ceiling. He’s sent Steve words to comfort and reassure him before, right? Maybe there’s something else he can send, a different way of offering a part of himself to Steve until he works up the nerve to face him for real. 

It’s just going to take him a little time, and some recording equipment. 

~

Dearest Steve,

I hope this address is still okay to write to you while you stay with your friend, but I don’t know where she lives. 

You have no idea 

Holy shit man. Holy shit. Are you serious? No, strike that, you’ve been nothing but genuine in these letters and I trust you, I do. Holy shit though. It’s you. Clearly I never thought I’d actually have a chance, from the way I approached this whole thing, so you must forgive me for how utterly poleaxed, completely flabbergasted, and genuinely gobsmacked I am. 

And shit, I’m still sorry for hanging up on you. That golden years line—and this heavy secret of the most basic fact of who I am weighing on my shoulders, pressing down so hard I couldn’t breathe. I wish I’d just said something. But you’re right, I needed… space? And a push, to work up to writing the last letter I sent you. I got yours the day I put that in the mail, by the way, and that spun me even more because what if you read mine and took it all back?

But you didn’t. You didn’t, sweetheart. I’m still reeling in the best possible way. Again, axed like a pole, flabbers gasted, and gob thoroughly smacked.

Enough about me. More than enough about me. You’re concussed; I ought to wrap that gorgeous head of yours in bubble wrap and offer to fight all your battles henceforth, even against falling buildings. I’m glad you have someone out there who’s looking out for you though. I guess… you’ve told Robin about some things? Maybe these letters? Which is absolutely fine, by the way. It’s great! Fuck knows it wouldn’t have occurred to me to explain what bisexuality is, since I hardly dared to dream so big and only swing the one way myself. You’re an amazingly open-minded person by the way, Steve; I hope you know how rare that is, especially in a place like Hawkins. And Robin too, apparently. Please give her my highest regards, she is an angel among mortals and an inadvertent champion of this sad wet rag of a human being (me). 

At any rate, wishing you the speediest of recoveries and I hope you’re already feeling at least a little better. My condolences on the grandpa shorts, although personally I’m convinced you could wear a trash bag and still look like an Adonis. 

It’s taken me a little longer than I’d like to send this because I made something for you. Enclosed is a tape with some of the songs from our call that you said you liked, played acoustically by yours truly. Rainbow In The Dark is one of them. You mentioned having nightmares, and whenever I had bad dreams as a kid my mom would play for me until I calmed down. She’d hum instead of doing the words, to make it more like a lullaby. I hope it’s at least a decent distraction, sweetheart. 

Let me know if you like it? I can make one of your favorite songs too, just you let me know what they are. In the meantime, I remain, as always—

Your Secret Admirer

~

“You should tell him that you know,” Robin whispers, at some point during the fourth night in a row they’ve ended up crashed on the same bed listening to the Anti-Panic Attack Metal Mix. 

Her dad sleeps like the dead and her mom sleeps with earplugs in because he snores, so they get away with it, but Steve always insists on laying on top of the covers anyway. The friendship is still new, for all that they’re trauma bonded, and he wants to make sure she knows he’s not getting any funny ideas, that he gets the whole lesbian thing, that even though he’s new to being into a dude he’s committed to it and not wishy-washy or greedy or whatever.

He fiddles with a loose string on the blanket for a minute before answering. “No… I don’t want to freak him out again. It’s all going to be on his terms from here on out, no more pushing.”

“Well you’ve got to do something. Come on Steve, I’m invested now. Ask to meet him.”

He rolls his eyes. “What did I just say?” 

Immediately he gives an inward wince, because that came out bitchy. But Robin just snorts and murmurs “Fine,” sounding amused rather than offended, so he relaxes. 

They exist in silence for a while, side by side. Just close enough to not feel alone, drifting on the soft notes and low, rich hum. It’s soothing. 

“What if,” Robin starts, and ignores Steve’s huff. “What if you go somewhere you know he might show, and then give him the opportunity to talk to you?”

“Oh yeah,” he scoffs, “like what?”

“Summer house party.” Her whisper picks up a little in excitement as she warms to her own idea. “I bet we can find one that’s coming up soon. Everyone knows that Munson sells, it’s one of those never invited but always welcome things. Then if he doesn’t come to you, just buy some weed and see if he says anything.”

“No,” Steve whispers back. 

She rolls over to squint at him in the dark. “Just think about it, okay? You wouldn’t be forcing him to do anything, just… providing an opportunity. Come on, Stevie-evie, this is my chance to see a gay love story go right.”

“Vetoing that nickname.” With a sigh, he rolls onto his side too, facing her. “My face still looks like raw hamburger meat, Robs. I have like zero charm right now.”

The swelling has gone down, at least to where he can open his eye again but the bruising remains spectacular. It looks like a sunset exploded across the side of his face, and not in a good way. 

Robin rolls her eyes. “You’re more than just your face, dingus. It wasn’t your rugged jawline, sculpted cheekbones, or pimple-free forehead that wrote those letters, it was you. Steve.”

He goes to wrinkle his nose at the descriptions, but quickly remembers that’s still a bad idea with a swallowed grunt. “Please, never describe me again.”

“I make no promises. And anyway, if you’re willing to try makeup I think we could get most of it covered so no one’ll ever notice. Not at night, anyway.”

That gives him pause. He rolls onto his back again to think about it, staring up at the ceiling of Robin’s bedroom and tracing imaginary constellation lines between the glow in the dark stars she has up there. Beside him, he feels her settling on her back too without having to look. 

It’s not like when he’d found a little brother in Dustin—who has visited pretty much every day during Steve’s convalescence, sometimes with Erica or Mike, Lucas, and Max in tow, spouting off things he’s read in books about the various still-healing injuries. As annoying as it is, Steve appreciates that the little dork took the time to study what’s wrong with him enough to provide armchair diagnoses and give him advice about things that he already knows. 

Robin is… more of a twin than a sister. (Which, yeah, twin sister, whatever. That’s not the point.) They’re on the same wavelength in a way he’s never experienced before, not with Tommy or Carol or even Nancy. The closest thing Steve has ever had to this was during basketball games, in the heat of a play where everyone on the team knew where everyone was and where they’d be and how to work together as a unit, perfectly in sync. Only with Robin, it’s all the time. Sometimes they can even finish each other’s sentences—though they try not to do that around her parents, in the interest of not wanting them to think they’re a couple. 

They’re more like a pair of bonded kittens at the pound, Robin says. Must be adopted together. (“Okay, but why can’t we be dogs? Dogs are cooler.” “Because, dingus, you have a one-hundred-and-twenty-seven step hair and skin routine and you’re incredibly aloof when you want to be. I could go either way, but you’re one hundred percent cat.”)

“Maybe,” he whispers finally. 

He’s not sure she’s still awake—he’s not sure he’s still awake, with the soothing music lulling him back to a calm he hadn’t felt even before he’d gone to bed the first time. But he wants to think she hears it, just like he wants to think that he’ll run into Eddie and find out what it’s like to hold his hand, maybe even kiss him, all in the same night. He’s worn lip gloss, he can deal with a little makeup. 

“Maybe I’ll go.”

~

Dear Secret Admirer,

Thank you for the tape, it’s perfect. It helps me get back to sleep because it feels like you’re there, watching over me. Like nothing bad can happen. Sometimes the nightmares still come back after but I think it’s getting better. It takes a while, you know? Last time, after the after Billy after my last concussion it took a while to stop having bad dreams. I guess the mind needs time to heal too, even if the stuff that happens to it isn’t as “real” as breaking a nose or a rib. Who knew?

I really am serious, yeah. Even though I’m me. Whatever that means. I don’t really know what to do with myself or what I want right now. (Except you. Kind of cheesy, but maybe you like that about me? I guess it’s something I always tried to hide before because the guys would’ve made fun of me, fuck knows Tommy did all of junior year, but I kind of like the idea that maybe you saw it anyway.) Once my face heals up me and Robin are going to try and get jobs together somewhere else because we’re cats that have to stick together or we’ll get stressed out and claw all the furniture. Other than that I don’t know what I want to do except leave Hawkins someday. But stick around to make sure it’s to see the kids graduate. Dustin’s starting high school in the fall, maybe you could keep an eye out for him? Curly hair, no collarbones, ego bigger than the whole state, total nerd but in a good way, even if he’s sometimes a butthead about it. He plays that game with dragons and those weird looking dice, do you know it? Him and his friends Mike and Lucas are kind of bully magnets. (Max is starting freshman year too but she can take care of herself in that department.) They’ve all been pretty down after the mall and with Will and moving away and everything. Erica, Lucas’ little sister, I guess I’m her “babysitter” now too, is still in middle school but I don’t know if she’d be glad or insulted if I waited around to see her graduate. She can take care of herself too. She and Dustin were with us for most of the Starcourt burning down and it was a lot, but kids are resilient. I don’t think she gets nightmares, not that she would ever admit to anyone if she did even though in her own words “we’ve bled together.” She’s getting into the nerdy dice game too and is planning her campaign for President of the USA as soon as she turns, what, 40? 50? Whatever age you have to be before you can do that. I’ll probably still be in a town like Hawkins with another lame retail job by then, but she’s got my vote. She’d do a hell of a lot better job than Regan, that’s for sure. 

Is your mom My mom never sang to

Also, you are really good at guitar, man. I still think about your hands, I bet you have long fingers. Really… What’s a word for ‘good with his fingers’? I think about that sometimes. I don’t really know what kind of stuff two guys can do together except the obvious but I think about that a lot. I want you to play me like your guitar. I’d let you fight my battles too, at least until my ribs get back to normal and then we can both fight both of our battles. You know I’d do that for you, right? If you ever need me. I really like these letters. I really like you.

Love, Steve

P.S. If you were serious about making me another tape (which you really don’t have to, this was already going above and beyond), my favorite songs are…

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[grapejuicestyless]

So Long, London

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Summery: Years and years of love and affection couldn’t amount to the floods of tears that flooded the once prosperous city you danced through.

From a young age I’ve always wondered what death feels like. Those who have experienced it aren’t here to tell us their stories. Would it hurt, could I feel it clenching my heart in its dark grasp or would I sigh in my sleep and let the darkness take me with no sense of slipping away.

As I walk down the old roads I used to dance on, I understand the concept of it better now that my heals hit the concrete like bullet shells falling to the floor. The vibrant red brick seemed duller nowadays, moss covering the once new white concrete holding all these places I often visited together.

To me, death wasn’t the last breath of air in my lungs escaping, it wasn’t the melodic beeping of the machines beside me in a hospital room, but something that drowned me from the inside out.

His smell is stuck to all my clothes, his smile carved into the back of my phone case from the polaroids of us I kept for keepsakes for years. I can still hear his voice, it’s all around me in the people passing by on the street, the same accent fresh in my mind, his last words knives in my heart.

He swore that he loved me, but where were the clues? I died at the alter waiting for the proof. His green eyes flashing with mischief as he lied to my heart to keep me close, his bluest days tainting my mind, my endless sympathy forcing me to stay even with the gun stuck against the back of my head.

I don’t remember the end, only the feeling of my spine splitting under the weight of his body as I pulled him in closer each time he slipped out of reach. Only the fading of his smile as I gave up trying to make him laugh after so many failed attempts. The heart was dead, I stopped CPR after all, there was no use. Our love was long dead, lying buried with our faltering spirits. He killed me when he killed our relationship, two graves dug with one gun.

He swore that he loved me, and his face looked just like the man who said it to me and meant it, so I believed him as he led me down the street with his hands in his pockets.

For so long, I loved london. My clothes out of place, made for the states and carried across to my home where he laid in the dimming light of our sunroom. For so long, I held him and guided his heart to mine, I let him take parts of me I’ll never be able to rebuild. And I’m angry that I gave him all that youth for free, but I’m just mad as hell because I loved this place.

And he claims I abandoned the ship, he writes it in the songs on his albums and sends the troops to my front door, breaking down the home I just rebuilt but they’ll never know how I was going down with it, my white knuckle dying grip holding onto his quiet resentment.

But truly how much sad did he think I had left in me to give? How much tragedy? Just how low did he believe I could before I would self-implode, waiting for his grays and blacks to turn back into the vibrancy I fell so deeply in love with.

And as I walk these streets, his scent fading from my clothes, I can feel the color coming back to my face, and I feel bad for anyone who stops me on the streets and asks me to grab a coffee, because the hole in my heart is black and it’s pulling in anything in it’s path, it’s destructive and dangerous and it acts a lot like him.

He’ll find someone, my stitches will come undone and my heart will die as I lay silently on the empty floor of the apartment I never thought I would see again.

I have to leave, I know it even in this post-death mist. I am a ghost walking down these once euphoric streets we walked hand in hand across. I can’t let myself rot like he did, I won’t let myself get left behind like he intended.

And I’m just mad as hell because I once loved this place.

But for now, it’s so long, london.

[harusaki-hugo]

Siblings HCs: Hanagaki Edition

Fandom; Tokyo Revengers

Hcs; What's it's like to be Tokyo Revengers younger/older siblings .

Note; I'm bored and I really want a siblings so I can bully them but here I am , the youngest sibling.

Being Takemichi twin sister:-

The smartest, responsible, and strongest twin. Even though you are the youngest, by two minutes but takemichi is always proud of that.

Identical twins despite being a different gender. Like the same hair, height, body type, and face, just like looking at a mirror.

Always mistaken for Takemichi before he dyes his hair. you decide to keep the black hair while he dyes his hair blond for delinquent ✨authentic✨ which you bluntly said, he looks mad ugly.

The only ones who know your existence are Mizo middle gang, well, Takuya at first because he's Takemichi's childhood friend, and automatically he is also your friend.

Yamagishi calls you Takemichi doppelganger and Makoto calls you the ✨cooler✨ Hanagaki, Akkun having a crisis because he thinks you are hot and it's calling Takemichi hot too.

The original Mizo middle leader but you thought it was a waste of time and gave it to Akkun because he's the second most responsible boy, first Takuya but you didn't trust him leading the gang, because of his health.

When Takemichi joins Toman, let's just say when he's first coming back home beaten up, the next day you decide to meet with Toman's president.

Imagine the shock when they see black hair takemichi with a really rare piss-off expression. Like they were confused as hell.

Just before anyone can register what happens, you back fist Mikey in the face.

"oi, takemitchy! you heal pretty fast!"

The original inventor of Hanagaki's infamous ✨ back fist ✨

Shock. Silence. Pure confusion.

Mikey seems pretty stunned at first before he smirk and clenches his fist but before he can throw a punch at you, takemichi appears with Mizo middle and yells;

"That's a girl version of Takemichi!!"-"Dumbass!!! it's called twin sister!!"

You can guess who yell that.

Another silence before chaos interrupts.

Baji is like, "That thing is takemitchy twin?!"

Chifuyu like; "this is like manga I read..where the second male lead falls in love with their love interest twin after being rejected by love interest."

Mitsuya like; "Takemitchy original hair color is black?"

And lastly Draken who look between the twin and said; "Are we going to ignore the fact she hit Mikey?"

"ken-chin, it's hurt." Mikey who looks at you with sparkling eyes because damn that's backfist is hurting like hell, you can see the bruises on his cheek.

Long story short: you are now part of Toman, not an official member but as Hina and Emma and the gang members girlfriends guardian angel.

Because the last time someone tried to kidnap Peh-yan's girlfriend, you appeared with a metal pipe and everyone could hear a doom soundtrack while you swung that pipe.

The news:- a group of delinquents gets sent to the hospital after being beaten up by an unknown individual. three still unconscious and the remaining still in the emergency room. Unfortunately, no death.

Nickname; Take-chi, nii-chan, take-nii (child ver), crybaby bitch (lovingly), cornbread head (as joke) , simp (when he around Hina)

His nickname; Lil' sis, my sister, ototo-chan, the better twin (around Hina) , brother abuser , sometimes just your name.

I'm bored okay. and I want to write fanfic about takemichi gremlin's twin that the infamous delinquent but he the one gets the ✨fame✨

[darkchocoboo]

Car | Javier Peña

part 1

pairing: Javier Peña x F! reader.

summary: Javier is mad about you leaving his house. 

cw: EXPLICIT CONTENT MINOR DNI!  p in v sex, thigh riding, public sex, car sex, uprotected sex, angst to fluff, Javi is kind of a dick, he takes you to the woods to talk, no Y/N

“What the hell agent? Are there anything else that you hide from me?” You jumped in scare as your office’s room slammed open.

“What? What’re you talking about Peña?”  He closed the door behind him, leaving towards your desk.

“That you’re the daughter of the ambassador? How long you’re gonna hide that?” You were genuinely confused about why he was so angry.  You tried to keep it cool as he hovered over you, face inches away from you. 

“Was it related in any kind, boss? Why are you so angry about it?” He was shocked about how calm you were against his anger. 

“Why does it bother you, Peña? Do you think that I’m here because of him. Do you think that he ordered them to send me down here?” Now it was you who was angry. You got up on your feet, slamming your hands on table. 

“Do you really think I’m standing where I am because my old man is the fucking ambassador? No, Peña. I’m here because I worked my ass of to be here.  I. WORKED. MY. ASS. OFF.  Did you know he’s trying to send me back to US? In every chance he gets. With every power he puts his hands on, he’s trying to send me back! But no, I’m not gonna let him. I’m not gonna let his power wash over what I did to become who I am today. And no I’m not gonna take your shit. If you have anything real to be angry about, about our jobs in DEA, you can yell as long as you want. But I’m not gonna listen your bullshit. Now, if you let me I have things to do.” You fell on your chair, knees shaking from anger. He turned his back to you, lit a cigarette. Took two steps to the door. He couldn’t take another. 

“Why did you left, without saying a word?” So that was the real reason.

“I found a place. I don’t have any reason to crush at your place anymore.” 

“Where is it?” 

“Where is what? Oh, across the street from yours.” 

Look at that little coincidence, Javi thought to himself. And left the room without saying another word.

**

Javi pushed the drapes to side for a better view. Watching you dancing around on your balcony with a bottle in your hand. Laughing to someone he doesn't know. Saying things that he can't hear with a smile on your face. He was jealous. Blood boiling in his veins in anger. He wanted to punch that guy on his fucking face. He squeezed the glass in his right hand. Sending the amber colored drink down his throat.

It was already midnight, street lights luminating the street.  That guy was still in your home, who know what he was doing to you. Did he made you feel as good as Javi did? Did he made you moan as loud?

Javi didn't sleep that night. Drowning himself on whiskey, lighting a cigarette right after another.  He was confused why he felt that way. He was confused about the feeling that burned him from inside. It was just one week, for one week you lived with him. Every morning he woke up from his sleep he saw you, sleeping on his couch. So peaceful almost looking like an angel. Your mouth slightly open, locks of hair stuck on your face and neck.  Your eyes twitching from the dream you're having. The way your eyelashes bat around your eyes as you wake up, little yawn you let out. Streching your body as you sit on the same couch, the pillow mark on your face. The way you blush when you realize his eyes all over you. Your fake-angry grunts.  He was just getting used to it. You being around him. When this was his morning routine, he almost felt happy for the first time in years. But it was all  gone one morning. He woke up a little late, walked into the living room expecting to see you, but everything was gone. Every little thing to prove your existance was gone. Like you were never there.  It was dissapointment, what he felt at that moment.  He forced himself to go to work. When he got there, he overheard other agents talking about you, being the only daughter of the ambassador. He wasn't angry about that. He was angry about you leaving without saying a word. But it was a good reason to yell at you.

 He got up, took a quick shower, got dressed. Walked out of the building and started to wait for you as he lit another cigarette. The man from your balcony appeared on the door first, then you walking behind him. You smiled at his ugly face, hugged him your goodbye and took steps to your SUV. Javier stopped you from opening the door.

"Who was he?" 

"Good morning to you too, Boss." You took his cigarette that was hanging from his beautiful lips to put between yours. You took a deep breath, exhaling the smoke to his face.

"Who was he?" His fingers digging into your wrist.

"A friend. If it's any of your business."

"A friend,huh. A friend who stays over night." You let out a sigh. Throw the cigarette bud off to the street.  

"Can I go now? My boss is gonna be angry."

" Your boss needs you somewhere else. Get in."  You drove as he gave directions. The air was tense, there was no small talk nor little sarcasms like he always does.  It was a small hill with no trees, in middle of nowhere.

"What are we doing here, Boss?"

"Why did you left without saying a word?"

"Thank you for the couch, Javi. But I really have no idea why you acting like this. I know it was mean of me to leave like that but,"

"Why did you left like that?"

"Like what Javi, like what?" Now you were yelling.

"Like nothing happened."

"I thought it was one time thing and didn't mean anything. As you always do. What did you expected?" You turned your face to him.  He stuttered under his breath you couldn't catch on. His hands find your face. His thumb caressing your face. Sweeping your locks from your face. His face getting closer to yours as he kept looking directly in your eyes. His soft lips find yours quickly. His hand lowered to your throat giving a light squeeze to make you open your mouth. His tongue searching for an opening on your lips. You let him into your mouth as your tongues meet in hunger. Tongues clashing like the feelings inside you. You didn't mind any of that. Just wanting to taste him. His touch on your bare skin. His arms covering you as he gave you a taste of heaven. Moans he gave you on that very night. You would give your life to hear those again.  He breaks the kiss suddenly.

"It meant something. I waited for that night for a long time. It fucking meant something."

"Is that so, Javi? Then  why did you act like I was some prostitute? You didn't even say good morning. You just left me in your bed with taxi money on bedside table. Was that what it meant to you?"

"I-" You raised your hand in dissapointment.

"Shut up, it's my turn. You came into my office rampaging about unrelated things. Acting like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Those were the first things that you said to me that week. Now you come to me asking about who was in my house and why I act like this. Without thinking how you acted first. Who are you to question me Javier Peña?"

Tear were running down your face as you slammed your forehead on the stirring wheel. Your body burning up with anger.

"You don't know shit Peña. A shit. You're so used to being every women's favorite that you forgot how to act normal. You don't even know how to talk to a woman without seducing them. You catched me in a vulnerable time and used it. That's what happened. And me, being the stupid bitch I am, let you do that."

Now you were calm, crying on the wheel, sobbing as your chest moves up and down slowly.

"I haven't felt that way in years. It was my happiest week." He confessed in a slow tone.

"I was scared that I would ruin it with my words. Now I see I ruined it by not saying anything. I don't know how to be happy, Agent. I was never happy. Before you. I acted like a jerk, I know. And I'm gonna make it up for it. I didn't do any of that to make you feel bad." 

"You're old. But you know nothing." His hand find your shoulder pulling you to his chest.

"Then teach this old man." He kissed your hair, he kissed your forehead that was on his chest, he kissed your nose, he kissed your wet eyes. He kissed your lips last. In a way he never kissed anyone before. With love, with fondness. You could taste your salty tears on his lips.

You climbed on him on passenger seat. Your denim tight around your thighs. Kiss turned into a more passionate one. His hands trailing your curves like wants to memorize everything. Running his hands under your band tee to find you without a bra.

"Nasty. This is how you come to work, baby?"

"Nah, only on Wednesdays."  You mocked him, lips brushing against his.  You grind against him under your jeans. He raised his hips in need on your touch.

“Oh, baby.” Lips found your neck, leaving sloppy kisses on your sensitive skin. Your hands walked down on his mustard colored button-ups. Feeling his muscles tensing under your touch. His metal buckle belt hit your fingers. You started undoing his buttons. Slowly, you took your time, you made him whimper with your slow movements.

His patience was running out, you wanted to take your time, torturing him made you more wet between your legs. Hands left your back for a moment. He ripped his shirt, buttons spreading all over your car.

“You can’t wait to have me, can you?”

“I’m gonna make you mine, bonita. When you walk into the office everybody is gonna know that I fucked you minutes ago. Everybody is gonna know that you’re my girl and my girl only.” You licked your lips with his words. Giving him the doe-eyes. You know that works on everybody. He took of your band tee in one slick motion, lips found one of your nipples. Teeth on your sensitive bud make you moan.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” His cold fingers started toying your other one. You undid his belt buckle fastly. You needed to feel him, feel that burning sensation deep inside your pussy. Grinding him harder know.  You fished his already wet thick cock out of his boxers. Squeezing him a little. Your hand moving up and down on his lenght, feeling every vein on it.

“Not yet.” He stopped ypu by wrapping his long fingers to your wrist. He unbuttoned your jeans, signaling you to take them off. Taking off your jeans was a pain in the ass, considering your position. But you made it work, leaving yourself with only your lace panties.

“Ride me, my thigh. Ride my thigh.”  You started riding his jeans eyes closed, mouth half open. Your lace panties and his denim fabric making your clit ache with friction.

“Javi-“  Your juices left wet marks on his blue denim. He grabbed your waist and pressed you more to his leg. Nails digging to your skin.  He squeezed one of your boobs with hand making you want him more.

“Javi, please.”

“You can’t wait to have me, can you babygirl?”

“No please.” He kept grinding you to his jeans as he slowly moved his leg up and down, jumping you with him.

“You gonna cum on my leg, then I will think about fucking you.” His hard cock was resting on his lower belly, leaving pre-cum stains on his open button-ups.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that. Ride me, make yourself cum. So good Agent. You look beautiful when you’re horny.” You were at the edge of a cliff and his praising wasn’t helping about maintaining your sanity.

“Javier, I can’t, please.” He chuckled with your words.

“You can, baby. Cum on my thigh. I know you can give it to me.” Your legs started shaking with his, mind got all blurry when your juices started to wet his jean.

“Just like that. I knew you could do it.” Your head fell on his shoulder as you felt the warmth spreading all over your body. His hand caressing your back as you rest on his shoulder.

He opened the door, grabbed your ass as he stepped out of the car.

“Javi, someone can see.”

“That’s the point, cariño. Let’em see.” He dropped you on the ground. Lowered his jeans to his ankles. He bent you over your car, peppering your back with small kisses. So light you couldn’t even felt his lips on your back. He stroked him self a little to spread his pre-cum. His red throbbing tip found your hole.

“Do it, please. I need you Javier.” He slammed his hips to you. A gasp escaped your mouth. Air inside your lungs was all göne with his harsh movement. You lost control of your own body. Your knees started shaking as your hand found his ass to press him to your core deeper.

“So, you like it rough, right Agent?” You couldn’t find your words as he kept pushing himself deeper to your core. He left you speechless.

“You’re taking me so well, babygirl. Like you’re made for me. Never saw anyone take it s’good.”

You’re mouth watered as his long fingers grabbed you by hair. Moans scratching  your throat, leaving you breathless. Your high was coming to get you any second. He never slowed down, never changed his pace. He just kept hammering you to your car.

“Javi, I’m”

“Me too baby.” He pulled you to his chest by your hair. Hugging you with one arms other find your clit. Rubbing it with his thumb. This was way too much. You could lose your mind over his actions. Your walls started clenching around him, your orgasm hit you hard as he pulled out. Your knees wasn’t keeping you standing at that moment. You hold on to your car. Your juice streaming between your legs as he jerked himself between your thighs. His thick ropes painting inside your legs, dripping down to your knees and the grass under you.

“You never not surprise me, bonita. I love that about you.” He kissed you slowly. Your breaths slowed down as he kept you in his arms. His head resting on the crook of your neck. Hot breath hitting your skin, giving you goosebumps.

“I’m never gonna let anyone upset you. Not anymore. You understand? Not me, not your father. No one ever gonna upset you.” He kissed you again, with love.

[winterflowersftw]

Blue Lock characters as Taylor Swift songs + explanation

Notes: Hi guys, so this was another random idea I so...here I am, I guess? But yea do tell me if you guys disagree with any of the song choices here lmao. Would love to hear from you guys

ISAGI YOICHI

"I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork

The dominoes cascaded in a line

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?"

And

"If you fail to plan, you plan to fail

Strategy sets the scene for the tale"

And

"Of a chain reaction of countermoves

To assess the equation of you

Checkmate, I couldn't lose."

My boy Isagi came into the Blue Lock system as the second last player and crept his way to the top. He's literally the mastermind pulling the pieces together and winning matches. It's really amazing how he had no ability tha made him stand out much except his brain and that was enough for him.

So yea this is HIS song.

BACHIRA MEGURU

"I never miss a beat

I'm lightnin' on my feet"

And

"I'm dancin' on my own (dancin' on my own)

I make the moves up as I go (moves up as I go)

But I keep cruisin'

Can't stop, won't stop groovin'

It's like I got this music in my mind

Sayin' it's gonna be alright"

The song 100% represents Bachira' childish, carefree and happy-to-go personality and some of the lyrics (which I put above) totally show his abilities like cmon. 😭

Okay so the first two lines are like about his dribbling ability, right? And even in the next para the top lines are like how he's not following a rhythm and is doing whatever he wants to and THAT IS SOMETHING HE DOES IN THE NEL. (Sorry got too excited)

And the last two lines are about the "monster" he had, which existed in his mind. It was very relevant in the first selection.

NAGI SEISHIRO

"And I'm just getting color back into my face

I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place

For so long, London

Had a good run

A moment of warm sun"

This is VERY specific but I do think this fits really well during the second selection when Nagi chooses to go with Isagi and leaves Reo. Nagi actually stops being the lazy-genius he had been until episode 10 of the anime which has the match between Team V and Team Z where has an awakening (hence the "getting color back into his face" lyric) and he is gaining a passion for football which he never thought someone like him could even have. In Episode Nagi, even Reo acknowledges that the one who made Nagi put in actual efforts in a football match (which he had never done before) was Isagi and not him. Isagi was the reason of Nagi's awakening. And Reo was so sad that he was not the reason.

And right after his awakening, he decides to leave Reo because now he actually wants to improve and has a goal: To beat Isagi. And for that he has to leave Reo. So...yeah.

ITOSHI RIN

"And you call me up again just to break me like a promise

So casually cruel in the name of being honest"

And

"Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it

I'd like to be my old self again

But I'm still trying to find it"

And

"You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath"

Okay again this one is also very specific just like Nagi's but i think this song completely represents Rin's relationship with his brother, Sae. Beating Sae is the only reason we have been given for whatever he does.

When we first see Rin at the start of the second selection, one of the first things he says is how he has to beat his brother and that's basically the bane of his existence.

And in between the confrontation between the brothers when Sae comes home from Spain and thenU20 VS Blue Lock Eleven match; a year has passed and Rin's feeling fir his brother is EXACTLY the same. (Hence the second para)

Also we can notice this during the Itoshi brothers' flashback, Sae had always been the way he is at this point since childhood. But Rin was different, he was a happy and naive kid. But that's gone now. Also how after the U20 VS the Blue Lock Eleven match when Sae comes to Rin, and Rin (and us, the audience) think that Sae is going to praise Rin who had just been in his berserk mode before; the expression change on Rin's face is so evident and heartbreaking. His expression is almost the same one he had when he was a little kid. So yeah, its very heartbreaking when Sae praises Isagi and not him when Rin has been craving for his validation for a longggg time.

Notes part 2: This took me a lot of time to wrote so please don't let this flop 😭🤞

[boydepartment]

boyfriend- jay park x reader oneshot

a/n: i honestly just wrote this on a whim 🫠🫠

warnings- jealous jay, he’s kinda an ass but not rlly??? just like an annoyance, other than that there’s no other warnings, IG HES A LITTLE NONCOMMITTAL TOO⁉️

MASTERLIST

wc- maybe like 500 or 700 idk

song- boyfriend by ariana grande and social house

you don’t know when this started with jay…

you didn’t really want that question answered either, for a few months now he’d bump into you at work, compliment you, then just leave you hanging.

it was severely messing with you head, i mean… you knew you were just staff, you weren’t an idol, and you truly didn’t see yourself as anything special. it was practically torture that he was messing with you. it was unfair and it made your career harder.

but lord

when the park jongseong would compliment you and smile at you, it made you week in the knees. the way his hair would fall in front of his face as he would smirk down at you drove you mad.

or when he wore his glasses to work and you’d catch him looking at you.

or… when he’d kiss you and act like it was nothing.

in reality he wasn’t intentionally messing with you(you’d hope), you were just a hopeless romantic and any kind of attention from him made your heart spin.

what really messed with you, was when he’d get irritated when your coworkers would talk with you.

“hey, y/n!” you looked up and saw one of their managers walk up to you, you remember everyone calling him lee.

“hi what’s up?” you asked, organizing the now cleaned makeup brushes.

lee leaned against the wall near you, “do you think you can incorporate green into the next makeup looks?”

your brows furrowed, “green? we’ve never used green?”

lee sighed and chuckled lightly, “riki accidentally smacked his face on the floor this morning and the side of his face is-“

“red. color theory. got it.” you smiled at him, lee nodded before walking off. when you turned around you ran right into jay.

“was he hitting on you?”

once again confusion overtook your features, “what? no? he’s my coworker.”

jay’s brow rose, “okay and? i am too.” you pushed past him and went to the bag of makeup supplies

“he was telling me to incorporate green into the next makeup look because-“

“yeah- because color theory i heard you.” jay sat down on the counter next to the clean brushes.

you turned around from the bag of makeup and looked at him, “did you hit your face on the floor too? is that why you’re irritated?”

“no but maybe i should so you’d give me more attention.” jay leaned back. you rolled your eyes.

“last time i checked, we are not boyfriend and girlfriend.” you dug through the bag so you could find the green equalizer.

you heard jay scoff and it made your ears perk up, “does that matter y/n?”

“okay and now i can’t talk to my coworkers?” you grabbed the makeup and headed back to pick up your brushes. jay noticed this and knocked the brushes over on the floor.

“what the hell!? i’m going to have to clean those-“

your voice was cut off when he got off the counter and pulled you closer to him.

“m’sorry for starting an argument.”

your eyes narrowed at him, this was another thing jay would do. he’d start random arguments to get your attention and then whatever mess he made, he’d clean it up. you patted his chest and the grip he had on your waist tightened.

“i’ll clean them for you.” jay said before you could speak. you sighed and went to walk to your bag to get the backup set. before you could pull away he yanked you back into him.

“i haven’t complimented you yet today.” he frowned, you looked up at him. he wasn’t usually this touchy or clingy in this much of a public area. once again- messing with your head. you wanted to fawn over him but the setting was wrong. you were at work, your livelihood. you can fawn over him later.

“okay and? you’re not my boyfriend you don’t have to compliment me.”

“that doesn’t matter.” he played with the hem of your shirt, not looking at your eyes.

your jaw dropped slightly, “what is up with you today? you know you have a performance in like an hour, i have to do my job and get to riki. his face is all bruised…”

jay looked up at you, putting his hands up and backing away slowly, “fine. just stop fawning over lee.”

“what are you jealous?” you rolled your eyes and looked away, not expecting the answer you were about to get.

“yeah.”

this made you stop talking immediately, “why? again, you aren’t my boy-“

to shut you up he kissed you. this definitely was not like your kisses before, during a couple of the company dinners or after-parties he’d sneak you both away to ignore all outside responsibility.

you were taken aback and your hand fell on his collared shirt. he was driving you insane, especially since his cologne was the only thing you could smell.

when he pulled away from you, keeping his grip tight on your waist he finally spoke, “i don’t want anyone else to have you? got it?”

[bloomed-night-flower]

DO YOU REMEMBER THE TIME, WHEN WE FELL IN LOVE?

DO YOU REMEMBER THE TIME ,THAT WE FIRST MET?

Twst :A. Ashengrotto

Tr: S. Sano

Reader: G/n!

Note:

Personal Note: Guess who’s back 😝😝😝My once in a year resurrection has come. I was originally gonna do mitsuya to but I knew in the end I wouldn’t + its 2 am when I’m finishing this up

For twst Y/n is not Mc in the game 👍 Also they might be reckless as hell💀🫡 I did not have my info notes on Azul’s personality so uhhh out of character probably but every fictional character is out of character most of the timing so hey🤷‍♀️

For TR you’re Keisuke’s sibling for shin’s part 😝

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Character: Azul Ashengrotto

When we first met

Such a nice normal day, the sun is slowly setting, people picking up their stuff to take back home from the beach. Some people are cleaning up trash. Kids running around, and a kid trying to eat a fistful of sand with some shells in them. Yep, the typical shit here.

You’re the kid who’s eating sand here. You tried putting the sand into your mouth before someone stopped you. It was one of the adults here with you. She was a supervisor for your class who was on a trip to the beach just looking at the sea animals and playing. I mean she it's your Kindergarten’s graduation to the Grade School… Your sibling has told you about it before and you weren’t going to enjoy it for sure.

The supervisor walks away from you to take care of some kids and focuses on the ocean. Suddenly you see about a few human bodies in the water. One of the bodies seemed to be more of a purplish tint than the others which seemed to have more natural colors. The natural colored ones kept pushing the purplish tinted one towards the shore. You observe them quietly till you pick up a rock and go into the water a bit to get a better aim. You aim the rock towards one of the kids bullying the other. You managed to hit one of the kids in the side which made the kid flinch in response.

The other kids quickly disappeared into the water leaving the kid they were bullying alone and frightened. You motion the purple tinted kid to come over to you but he seems too scared. You sigh and take off the jacket you had worn over your swimming outfit and try paddling your little feet over to him while keeping your jacket above you knowing your mother would be mad if it came back wet.

The boy seemed not to move, still probably shaken up but once you reached him you could kind of notice something about him. His lower half seemed to be fading into black and once you reached closer to him you could feel something slimy and squishy around your legs.He seemed a bit chubby, but you kinda found that nice though. If you’re chubby then there’s more of you to love. It seemed the boy snapped out of his shocked state because he suddenly yelped from your guy's sudden contact.

“AH! Don’t hurt me please!”

“Huh? Why would I hurt you, I don’t get it?”

“D-Don’t humans hate merfolks?”

The water around you seemed to darken a bit into a fainter black color now

“Huh? Why would we, I mean I know some people do but I don’t really mind. OH! If you’re a sea folk, what kind are you?”

“W-What do you mean”

The kid seemed to fumble with his chubby fingers a bit

“I mean what type are you? Are you those normal cool ones that have cool sea animal features?!”

The boy seemed a bit startled from your enthusiasm but answered none the less.

“I guess I’m the ones with sea animal features?”

“Oooo, what animal?”

“O-Oh an octopus”

The boy started to worry thinking you’d judge him but oh to his surprise your face lit up even more with excitement.

“WOAH! That’s so cool! So do you have tentacles? Can I see them? Oh wait! Show me what you can do please!”

The boy felt surprised from the amount of questions you asked and just simply nodded and showed you one of his tentacles.

“Can I touch it?”

He nods and to use one hand to poke at it.

“It feels so squishy, is that normal?”

“Yes, if it's out of water it gets dry and I can’t really move it around till it's back in water.”

The boy seemed to be getting comfortable with you, he even told you his name, Azul. You two continued to talk until yellings was heard.

“HEY! Y/N its time to go home with the other kids!”

You start to swim a bit away until the boy grabs you arm

“Wait, can we meet again, please. You’re the only person I can consider a friend.”

“Hmm? Sure, I’ll try to visit next week.”

“You promise?”

“I promise”

When we fell in love

Tenth grade is your literal personal hell. Well you hate school in general. But hey the upside is that it’s near the last day of school. And well hell wouldn’t you have guessed you’re going on a field trip again to the beach. You walk with your group that the teachers have assigned you but you’re a bit further away from them since well you don’t know them personally and don’t want to interrupt their little group talk.

Then the supervisor of your guys group taps your shoulder.

“Y/n, do you mind trying to at least talk with the group a bit?”

You shrug slightly and all the supervisor could do was sigh.

“Just stay close to them, okay?”

“Yeah”

You follow the group slightly but then slightly distracted when you spot something in the sand. You squat down and dig the sand off it. You had found what seemed to be a coin. It wasn’t a coin you’ve seen around before so there was no telling its worth.

‘Maybe I should give this to Azul. Oh wait, can’t I visit him right now? Wait but the supervisor said not to split away from the group.’

You pondered for a bit and finally thought it’d be fine for you to go. You look around and see that the group you were assigned with was busy getting some souvenirs so you took this time to get up and go to your usual meet up spot with him, which was surprisingly the same beach you’re at right now.

You go into a somewhat secluded cave though going deeper into the cave there’s a medium sized hole filled with the ocean’s water with a faint blue light shining underneath. Moss is slightly covered around the hole. You’ve been learning a bit of animal language so you’ve been putting thay to use for your and Azul’s communication. You called out for a fish to notify Azul to meet up with you.

As you waited a couple of minutes suddenly a lump of little purple hair was seeable.

“Azul!”

“Y/n, why’d you ask for me to come to our spot?

“Look what I found.”

You show him the coin that was slightly dirty. The coin had a beautiful design with vines circling a beautiful flower that had four petals on it. It looked as if the flower was planted in the sand and the flowers flowed up looking as if it was supposed to be underwater.

“It’s for your collection!”

Azul’s eyes widen in joy, but tries to hide it by grunting a bit, as he takes the coin from your hand, holds it underwater and starts trying to rub off the dirt on the coin. Not all of the dirt rubbed off but you can see the flower more clearly now.

“You like it?”

“Yes, I like it Y/n”

Azul slightly smirks as he fiddles with the coin a bit. Azul’s mind starts to drift off a bit with how you had thought about him and what he would like. His mind starts to think about ever since you both had first secretly met you’ve been one of those few people who genuinely care or find interest in. He starts to feel his heartbeat slightly faster when he keeps thinking about you, the way you keep yourself composed to the way you express yourself. He feels his cheeks slightly heat it up.

“Hey Azul~? You okay, you spaced out”

“Oh! Uhh, yes I’m just thinking about some contracts I made.”

“Really? Can you-“

“Y/n! Where are you!”

The supervisor’s voice was recognizable as ever as they called out for you. Their voice filled with worry.

“Oh, looks like it's my cue to go, see you soon Azul!”

You waved by quickly as you stood up hastily as you left the cave. Azul slowly sinks back into the water as you leave and holds the coin close to his chest as his heart beats faster. He stares at it in awe as a soft smile spreads. He lets out a giddy giggle as his tentacles wave around happily.

He swam back into the deeper parts of the water (Probably to tell his mother) as the sunshine slowly left as the sunset died down and the sky was covered in a blanket of stars and a crescent moon.

Character: Shinchiro Sano

When we first met

The sun shone brightly through your blinds as you still lay in your bed sleeping your ass off. Your door slams open, it’s your younger brother Keisuke. He runs over to you and belly flops on you. You’re quickly awoken from the sudden weight put on you.

“MOM! Keisuke belly-flopping me again!”

“Mom isn’t home, she went to work already (P/T) [Preferred title, Ex:Sib], so you have to take me to Sano's Dojo. Mom said so!”

You let out a groan of exhaustion as you hug your brother and roll him to the other side of the bed as you get out of it.

“Okay, let me get ready.”

You hear your little brother breath out a huff as you went to do your morning routine. You had grabbed a change of clothes before you had left and changed in the bathroom. You grab your phone and wallet and place them in your pockets.

“Keisuke, come on, let's go.”

You hear your brother's feet coming towards the door in his uniform as he puts on his shoes with you in front of the door. You grab the keys placed in a bowl as you left the apartment with him holding your hand because he’s just a ball of trouble.

“Keisuke, you want something from the convenience store before I drop you off?”

Your brother seemed to perk up at the gesture and nods his head, so you two made a pit stop at the local convenience store. Keisuke grabs a basket as he runs off to the snack section. You sigh and grab your own basket as you grab some items that you’ve noticed you’ve been running out inside the apartment. Soon Keisuke comes up to you and hands his basket towards you, inside the basket was filled to the brim with snacks, dorayaki, tayaki, rice crackers, and some daifuku.

“Really Keisuke? Eat all of this and you’ll get chubby.”

“Hey! These aren’t all for me, I'm sharing some with Mikey.”

You grab Keisuke’s basket as you went over to the cashier to pay, you hand the cashier money as you hand Keisuke’s bag of snacks to him. Keisuke happily takes the bag as he takes out a rice cracker and starts munching on it. Now you two silently walk towards the Dojo.

As you two arrive at the dojo someone suddenly bumps into your shoulder that had the groceries in your hand in it and the groceries fell out of your hand and onto the road where a car that was backing up crushed all the groceries inside the bag. The person who had bumped into you started to apologize profusely as he helped you stand up.

“I’m sorry, I had-”

“My groceries…”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“My groceries got ran over…”

You point towards the bag that was now crushed from the car that had already left. The man’s eyes slightly widened as he bowed in apology.

“I’m so sorry! I- uhh I can help you get your groceries again, I’ll pay of course.”

You nod as your mind still dwelled on the fact your money was just wasted away.

“Uhh, I’m gonna go inside now (P/T)”

The man suddenly turned his head towards Keisuke,

“Wait Keisuke? This is your sibling?”

The man then looked stunned again as he pointed at you, and Keisuke nodded.

“Shinchiro-kun I think you should comfort my (p/t) before you two leave.”

Shinchiro nods as he pats your back to try to comfort you, you want to get a better look at him so you slowly face your head at him to gather his appearance in your mind. His hair seemed to be gelled into a pompadour, there seemed to be a coat on his back, it was all black with some Japanese kanji symbols on the coat that were outlined in gold. He wore a white shirt underneath with baggy pants.

“Do you feel better?”

You nod solemnly

“Uhh, I’ll pay for all your groceries that got crushed if that can help you feel better?”

You quickly turn your head towards him hearing that you'd be able to get free groceries.

“Ya for real?”

“Yeah?”

You quickly take his hand and drag him to the closest grocery store, you grab everything you had bought earlier while also getting some personal snacks for later. Shinchiro could only chuckle a bit at your sudden eruption of energy. He follows you towards the cashier as he pays for you and you leave happily content.

When we fell in love

“No way! Like I’d ever go out on a date with a gang leader!”

The female quickly slapped his cheek and turned around angrily. Shinchiro felt heartbroken, he’s been rejected but I wasn’t brutal enough to be slapped.

20th rejection ....It didn’t make him feel any better that he's been declined 20 different times by 20 different genders.

A sad sigh was all that he could muster out as he sat on the old wooden bench in the calm park. The yelling of a few kids could be heard, and a few highschool students passed by him (probably in his school). Shinchiro knew that his friends would tease him relentlessly for this.

Shinchiro was so drowned in his own damn pile of depression he didn’t hear footsteps approaching him. You pull out a deliciously wrapped popsicle and place it against his cheek. Shinchiro was startled as he let out a yelp of surprise, a small chuckle was audible from your mouth.

“Calm down there, get rejected again?”

He only nods, you gently wave the popsicle in front of his face.

“You gonna take it or what?”

He takes the popsicle from you and starts eating away with it, biting off pieces with his mouth and letting the flavor sink into his tongue.

“Man, I don’t get why I keep being rejected. It's not like I have a bad personality, and personally I think I look decent”

“…You’re kidding, right Shinchiro?”

You could only stare at him in disbelief

“I’m sorry but the whole gangster vibe is not it, with the pompadour and shit I don’t think it’ll work out”

Shinchiro’s face only holds disbelief as you criticize him, his demeanor only lowers down. He gives out a sigh as he bites the popsicle.

“Maybe you’re right Y/n, maybe I might be unlovable…”

You can only give out a sigh as you start feeling guilty

“Shit, I’m not trying to bring you down. Look, think of it as this, maybe you keep being rejected because you haven’t found the right person yet. There is a right timing to finding the right person for you. You can’t just confess to every person you see and expect it to work out well. I’m sure you’ll find your other half one day”

You give him a small pat on the back as you nudge his side. Shinchiro’s mind takens in your tiny speech, maybe you are right. He just needs time to find the right person for him. He can feel himself smile a bit, you really know how to be meaningful when needed to.

“Cmon cheer up, I’ll help you fix that hair of yours if it makes you feel better”

Shinchiro can only chuckle as his heart beats faster a bit.

“I’ll take up on that offer, thanks Y/N”

You give him a small smile as you push his head down

“Man you’re such a dork”

Shinchiro chuckles, his cheeks heat up a bit. He looks at your smile, you pretty smile. When did he find it pretty, 1 minute ago. Though he knows he’ll be dedicated to liking you, but then loving you in the future. If you even would accept his flawed self.

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Word Count:2753

[fernshawart]

Prompts to develop a cane user character

Hey there ! You may know me for this post, how to write a cane user character :

Over the past year, this post has gathered quite a lot of traction and people seemed to really enjoy it, and I thought I could do more to help all of my writer friends out there ! This time, I decided to give you a bunch of situations a cane user may face to give you some directions to go with your story, and a few exemples to add-on to the idea !

These are overall very focused on young cane users because that's what I am, but I feel like they can mostly be used for characters of all ages.

The character just got their cane. How do they react to it ? The way someone first reacts to getting a cane can say a lot about them. Exemples :

- They don't see it as a big deal, mostly like yet another test to see if something may work. It's kinda like swallowing a pill when you're sick and thinking "here goes nothing". After that, you can also develop on them being very pleasantly surprised that it worked or to stay with the nonchalant style, make them think "oh. It actually worked. Guess I'll be using that from now on"

- They get uncomfortable. They don't want to be seen as weak and look at them using a cane as a kind of failure to be normal. They may even refuse to use it despite clearly needing it out of pride.

- They get extremely excited and immediately try to make it THEIR cane. If it's a metal cane, they play around with the sliding part and move it around a bunch to see how it works. They may try to play with it like a sword to get used to having it in hand (and may even accidentally break stuff with it). If they like colorful outfits, they may doodle on it or add a bunch of stickers/charms to it.

- They take it in front of a mirror and try to pose with it to fully comprehend that this is them now. They can struggle with their vision of themselves because seeing this weird stick always with them now is really weird. But on the other hand, you can also make them try a bunch of poses and have them think "wait ... This is actually really cool. I love how I look now"

See how they react to other people's looks. If a character has a cane, especially when they're young, they're bound to get weird looks. There's always someone looking at you obviously thinking "Why the hell are they using a cane, they probably don't need it" or "Oh no, poor them, they don't deserve to be in so much pain..." What's their reaction to it ? Exemples :

- They get angry. They confront the people staring at them with a "what are you lookin' at, fucker ?!" or just glare at them. They do NOT want to be pitied.

- They get playful and try to act as if these people are only interested in them by their physique. "Oh, I know I'm good looking, but you can stop staring at me darling~" if your character is kind of a classy cane user, it gets really fun to play around it and after a while, their confidence may get a real characteristic of theirs.

- They feel miserable. They don't want to be pitied just because they exist. They're walking outside for five minutes to get groceries and people are pitying them, and that hurts.

- They really don't care. They've seen it all, and don't let the stares affect them anymore. If they did, it would probably drive them mad.

One thing that happens ALL THE TIME with canes is that they fall. And overall, it's really funny to watch. Watching a cane fall down five times in a row is an embarrassing situation and can make some fun interactions ! Exemples :

- The cane user is trying to have very serious talk with someone else. They walk towards them, sits down in a chair, glares at them, puts their cane down against the wall and ... It falls. They put it back. And it falls. They can stay as serious as they want, the other person in front of them is no longer afraid of them.

- The cane user is taking someone on a date at a fun restaurant. They try to sit down on their chair and put their cane away and it falls repeatedly and they start panicking to make it stay up. Their date is very amused by the situation and finds it cute and/or charming.

- The cane user puts their cane against the wall and it falls. Their friend immediately goes to pick it up, but they stop them from doing so by saying something along the lines of "Don't bother. It won't stay up." Or "Heh, it can't fall any lower now."

Oh no, someone is trying to steal your character's cane for some reason ! Maybe it's because they think it was left behind by someone else ? Maybe it has a high market value because it's made of gold ? Any way, they will have to do something about it. Exemples :

- they grab the cane back and just beats the crap out of the thief. You know, it's not rare to see stories where grandpas use their cane to hit people as a joke. But it works ! It's a heavy stick, and often made of metal. You're bound to get some good hits with that.

- They immediately panic and/or cry. Canes can be extremely precious to someone, often because of emotional value. It's something you wear every day, you can easily get attached to it. A lot of people even decorate it, so loosing something you crafted yourself hurts.

- They heavily play the victim to either make the thief regret their action, or people get on their side. It can stem from a genuine emotion, but also from acting if they want to just use the situation to their advantage. Either way, if someone has the audacity to steal from a poor "defenseless" disabled person, the crowd will most likely help them.

- They can just ... Not care much. I mean yeah it was stolen and it sucks but you know, most canes cost what. 12$ ? They're annoyed but they won't make too much of a fuss about it, and running to catch the thief may not be worth it if their legs aren't really healthy.

You know, if your cane user is a little young, some people are bound to think that they are "too young to be disabled". How do they react to that ? Exemples :

- They heavily mock the person who said that. What, just because you think someone is too young to be disabled, they're no longer disabled ? Ha, I wish it could work like that !

- They reply with a good old "If I break your legs, I guess you'll still be able to walk ? Cuz you look too young to be disabled too."

- They get doubts and question if they're really disabled enough to wield a cane. Usually, people only use it when they have big problems or when they're old ... Maybe that person's right ... (No they're not, of course)

- They get extremely serious and explain their situation is nothing to be discussed by people won't don't know them personally.

And that's it for today ! I hope you enjoyed this little guide <3 if this gets a bit of traction as well, I may write more in the future ! Good luck to all of the writers ~

Oh and one more thing ! Feel free to link your stories down below for everyone to look, will it be a Tumblr post, an AO3 link, a google doc ... I love to see your creations, and I think sharing ideas with people is a GREAT way to develop more varied representation.

And if you want to thank me in a way or another, you can always take a look at my art on Twitter (@FernShawArt) !

[whataboutthefish]

While you were sleeping

Omegaverse, Steddie, mpreg

Words 900

Also on Ao3

Whirring noise… click

Dear Eddie,

Where do I start? Dustin has given me this tape recorder so I can keep a diary of sorts for you. I guess we have some pretty big news to share. 

We’re pregnant.

So I found out today. I’ve been feeling a bit shit, tired and achy and Robin and her big mouth joked that I could be pregnant. I think the way all the color left my face concerned her a little, so she held my hand and we did the test. 

I don't want you to miss out on a single moment so here I am probably 6 weeks pregnant, taking a polaroid in profile to show you with this recording.

Any bump you see is more to do with the box of twinkies I stress ate this morning than the tiny bundle of cells making themselves at home in my womb. 

I’m so scared, Eddie, I know you’ll wake up soon and laugh; we’ve been to hell, fought demons and survived, what’s scary about one little pup. 

Please wake up soon. 

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Nine Weeks

Morning sickness is the worst, especially at 3pm. Why do they even call it morning sickness? It's stupid and I hate it. I can’t stand the smell of tobacco, Hopper stopped by the hospital and I vomited on his shoes.

Oh yeah Hopper’s alive, he’s different, you can tell he’s been through it. 8 months is a long time to rot in a Russian jail. You don’t need to beat him by the way, we’d be happy to see you open those eyes any day. 

It doesn’t feel real yet, the seedling is still just a bean, and besides the nausea and back ache I don’t feel any different. 

I miss you.

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Twelve Weeks

Doctor asked if we wanted to know the sex, I said no. I don’t want to find out without you, I want you there when we first meet our seedling. You can almost see the bump now, Robin says I’m just getting fat, maybe she’s right. 

I love the way my body is changing, I’m going soft everywhere, not just my stomach, my chest, my face everything is getting soft. Nancy says I have the pregnancy glow, and my hair is the healthiest it’s ever looked. I guess pregnancy looks good on me. 

Wake up soon, Eds, I don’t want you to miss this. 

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Sixteen Weeks 

I had to get elastic waisted pants. You better not laugh when you hear this because this is all your fault! 

Robin is going to birthing classes with me, I'm pretty sure half the group think we are a couple. I’m not in a rush to change their minds, the sad looks are getting to me. When you tell someone your partner is in hospital and you don’t know when they will come home, well, people look at you with pity and a sense of panic in their eyes. Seems people are uncomfortable with the prospect of death, and me an unmated omega, the shame.

No, I think I'll just be the turkey baster lesbian couple instead for now. 

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Twenty Two Weeks 

Felt her kick today, at first I thought it was just gas but then she really got going, it’s like butterflies in your stomach. I know we decided to keep the sex a surprise but I just have a feeling. Dustin did some old wives tale trick with a pendulum and agrees with me, god knows where he dug that bit of information from. 

We are past the point of fitting into elastic waists and I am officially in maternity wear. I am not happy about this. The clothes are obscenely cutesy, with a wide variety of moo moos and oversized sweaters to choose from. 

I’m afraid your hellfire shirt is now completely stretched out and no longer yours. I’m not giving it back. 

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Twenty Five Weeks

Robin is on at me about picking a name, at least a short list, but I can’t. Seedling will suffice for now, you’ll wake up soon and we can argue about all the silly names you’ll choose. I’ve already vetoed Frodo so you can forget about that suggestion.

The nurses helped me lay beside you today. I was so tired and seedling was very active, they helped me lay your hand over my stomach and she played with you for over an hour. I would have been mad, she was really going for my kidneys but I swear I saw your eyes open, just for a moment. The doctors think I'm over tired, seeing things that aren’t there, but I know you’re still in there. 

You just have to follow my voice, just follow my voice and come back to us.

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Twenty Eight Weeks

Seedlings' favorite time of day is when we are with you, she can’t seem to sit still when she’s with her daddy. I don’t know what you’ll want to be called when she arrives, but I’ve decided on Oma. I know it’s old fashioned but it feels right. 

We are so close now, my back aches and my ankles are swollen and all I want is for you to hold me in your arms and tell me it’s all going to be alright. 

We might stay a little longer tonight, seedling wants to feel you close and so do I.

Eddie? 

Oh my god, Eddie…

Nurse, come quick he’s opened his eyes… 

[dragonciphering]

Okay so I’ve been having brain rot over MP100 ageswap!au but with Reigen and Mogami as friends. Here’s some of my headcannons so far.

Reigen has known Mogami sense he was 5yrs and can kinda sense his aura. But thinks that he’s just associating certain smells/colors with him.

Mogami’s aura feels more ‘friendly’ or ‘not as dangerous’ to Reigen then it might for others. (This fic describes how I would imagine Mogami’s aura)

Reigen either knows that Mogami is a psychic or is told by Mogami that he is one and they figure out/test out his abilities together.

The first time that Mogami astral-projects it gives Reigen a heart attack. And that causes Reigen to repeatedly poke his deadweight body with a stick ‘As revenge.’ until Mogami can find his way back into his body.

Mogami despite being a spirit (he’s not dead, but his spirit is out of his body) whacks him upside the head for that.

‘Hey! I’ll have you know that my reaction was justified! The way your body just….ragdolled was freaky’

‘So you poked my body multiple times without knowing what might of happened?’

‘Would you rather I had tried to get you to respond by pouring water on you or something?’

‘…I should’ve hit you harder…’

I love the idea of Ritsu, a grown ass adult, having beef with Reigen….But can you imagine the hilarity of Mogami having beef with Teru?

Like the first time they meet Teru, Mogami immediately tries to either exercise or de-curse him because:

‘There is no way in hell that someone made a conscious decision to wear that. I refuse to believe it.’ 

Reigen doesn’t try to stop him. He’s too busy trying to get his eyes to work again from seeing, in his words,

‘The ugliest, biggest, and most hurtful fashion disaster since Cat in the Hat, Barney and Chuck E Cheeze.’

Teru is frozen. He sheds a single tear while his remaining pride is verbally demolished by two 14 year olds. Shou, Dimple, and Tome can be heard cackling in the background. Even Ritsu let’s out a laugh.

‘Like your one to laugh Ritsu—”

‘What did you just say to me you child!?’

Ritsu had to be stopped from throwing hands by Dimple. Shou and Tome were to busy wheezing on the floor to do anything, while Teri was still having a crisis.

Mogami knows a lot of oddly terrifying knowledge about birds and bugs. No one know where he gets this information.

Reigen likes asking him questions/listening to him talking about them because it’s one one of the few times that he is the listener, but also because it’s only of the few times that Mogami outwardly looks genuinely passionate and happy.

They both have influenced each other’s mannerisms.

Mogami’s one is when he’s exasperated he copy’s Reigen hand gesture and does this. Or this.

Reigen’s one is his deadpan stare/unaffected look that he is almost always seen having on his face. Except when, y’know, he doesn’t.

Reigen still is unbeatable at rock, paper, scissors. And yes, Mogami will die mad about that. It one of the few things that he will put aside his grudges against someone for.

‘Listen up Teruki Hanazawa, because I will only say this once. DO. NOT. CHALLENGE. ARATAKA. TO. A. ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS. GAME.’

‘Wha—’

‘I am only telling you this for your own sake….and so you can’t say I didn’t warn you.’

Mogami then walked away without saying anything else with a murder of crows deciding that, that specific moment was the time to caw ominously. And leaving a confused and slightly terrified Teru behind.

@choogoo

@mp100days

@mobofficial

@modmad

@phantomrose96

@sandflakedraws

@ohwwhuv

@idl3nova

(Thought you guys might want to be @‘d :D)

[armeenix]

Fuck your insecurities Connie x !Black!fem! Reader

!Fluff! Slight suggestive language

As a black person I always love seeing drabbles and fanfics that are made for people with darker skintones in mind so I thought why not write one myself. I'll admit this isn't gonna be super good considering this is my first time writing something so long for a character but I still hope it's somewhat enjoyable!

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it all started when you and Connie had taken a late night drive and were laying on the roof of his car. The two of you were looking up at the stars that littered the night sky and just having one of those deep conversations. You had just asked Connie what his biggest dream was and he of course answered with, "my biggest dream was to be dating you and look at me now, I get to kiss you, hug you, love you, fuck-"

"Ok Connie that's enough I get it, just ask the next question." You rolled your eyes at his answer but still, your heart couldn't help but skip a beat or two. "You're so boring y/n you could have at least let me finish Damm. Finee ok my question is, uhhmmm" He continued to annoyingly hum in thought until he thought of a question. "Ok I got one! What's your biggest insecurity?" You took a moment to think before answering. "Probably my stomach. What about you?"

He went dead silent. You turned your head to see him looking at you with pursed lips and slightly furrowed eyebrows. "Why the fuck are you looking at me like that..?" He didn't respond again. He just stared at you with the same face. It lowkey made you uncomfortable so you sat up and scootched away from him.

"Why would you say that?" You looked at him mad confused. "Why would I say what?" He sat up and continued to look at you weirdly, you were feeling very concerned for his health. "Why the fuck would you say that you don't like your tummy."

Y: "NIGGA YOU ASKED!"

C: "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT YOU DONT HAVE ANY"

Y: "AM I NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE INSECURITIES??"

C: "FUCK NO"

Y: "CONNIE THAT DOESNT MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE HOW AM I NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE INSECURITIES-"

The two of you continued to argue until somehow you ended up passionately making out💀

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Over the next few days any time Connie would hear you say something bad about yourself even if you didn't mean it, he would walk behind you, give you a hicky and a pissed look, then go back to what he was doing💀. You did not understand why this man was so pressed about you having insecurities, it's a completely normal thing! That part didn't really bother you it was the HICKIES that did. Everytime you go out you have to put color correcter and concealer on your neck to hide any new marks that were darker and old marks that were starting to fade.

One morning you had gotten up and got dressed because you were going out to have lunch with sasha, mikasa, ymir, historia, and annie. You still hed some old hickies that needed to be covered but fortunately you didnt have any new ones. After you got done using your color corrector you grabbed your concealer only to realise the bottle was completely fucking empty. That bottle was supposed to last you a good while especially considering the fact that you only got it 3 MONTHS AGO

"Oh hell no, this is stopping TODAY."

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That evening after you came home and put on your bed clothes, you sat down on the couch and pretended to be on the phone with one of your friends. you began speaking loudly to make sure the Connie would be able to hear you from the kitchen.

"Yeah I know, I just felt like I didn't look good today, like my outfit just wasn't fitting the right way, maybe I should-"

"OH HELL NO"

Connie jumped onto the couch, grabbed your phone, rolled off the couch onto the floor, before stumbling onto his feet and running into yalls room.💀 you ran after him yelling for him to give you your phone back but he slammed the bedroom door and locked it.

"CONSTANCE SPRINGER GIVE ME MY SHIT BACK"

"ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT, NOT WHILE YOU TALKING SHIT ABOUT YOURSELF LIKE THAT"

"CONNIE OPEN THE DOOR"

"MAKE ME"

"..."

"Baby...I ain't mean that I promise!"

"Nah, nah its ok connie, it's cool its good yea."

You turned around and walked to the kitchen, quickly grabbing a credit card. When you got back to the door you stuck the card in the little opening of the door and unlocked it from the outside. The minute you walked in connie started screaming. "Connie if you dont shut the fuck up imma make you sleep on the couch."

"Y/nnnnn whyy don't be like that" he whined as he walked over and pulled you close to him. "No I will be like that because for the past few weeks you've been acting like a menace and I don't appreciate it. He gasped and put a hand over his heart mellow dramatically. "How could you say that! Im just a poor man that's worried about his beautiful, hot, sexy, girlfriend." "You're allowed to be worried about me but that doesn't mean that you need to be so extreme!" His expression changed from mock sadness to genuine concern and slight shame. He brought his hand up and caressed your cheek slowly. His thumb began moving back and forth against your bottom lip softly as he continued to look down into your eyes. "Y/n i,I just worry about you. And I fucking hate that you have these insecurities. I know that people say it's normal but that's fucking bullshit... It shouldn't be normal, and i hate the it is considered that... You're fucking beautiful and I love you, all of you. I love your hair, you eyes, your nose, your neck." As he named some of the things he loved on your body he gently kissed them. "those are just a few of the things that I love about you y/n."

"Connie..."

He hugs wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight embrace. He rests his head in the crook of your neck and sways your bodies from left to right. You both swayed silently until Connie spoke up. He couldn't handle all of the silence. "You know y/n if me telling you how amazing you are doesn't help silence those insecurities of yours I can always beat them up?"

"Connie, you're gonna beat my insecurities up..?"

"Hell yeah I am, you're insecurities aren't shit! imma beat the fuck out of em!" He said with a broad grin spread across his face

"First of all, that doesn't make sense because you can't actually beat up something that's mental, and second of all because my insecurities is something mental that means in order to beat up my insecurities you would have to beat me up. So basically you are saying that if I start feeling insecure you're gonna beat the fuck out of me??"

His face changed from one of pride to one of pure unamusement and horror.

"Y/N DONT JOKE LIKE THAT, YOU KNOW THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT

"Really? Cause it sure does seem like that's what you meant, i mean you said that you wanted to beat the fuck out of my insecurities so-

"Y/N STOP IT"

His reaction was just too funny. You couldn't help but continue to mess with him until eventually he started balling all over dramatically. You dint know how he did it but on command big alligator tears spilled down his cheeks as he over dramatically sniffled just to make you feel bad.

"Are you seriously crying right now..? Connie come on it wasnt the mean."

"...."

"Connie come on I'm sorry, I guess it was a little mean."

"......"

"If you stop crying like that I'll give you a kiss."

Immediately the tears stopped and he was no longer sniffling💀 instead his look at you expectantly waiting for his "much deserved" kiss. You rolled you eyes before reluctantly giving him a little peck on the lips and both of his cheeks.

"There, better?"

"Nah, it's not better, imma need a few more of those."

The rest of your evening was filled with you giving Connie kisses and him claiming that he still wasn't feeling better just so you would have to give him more💀 he's a fucking menace sometimes but you love him.

[daydream-the-demon]

my 10 year old friend told me I’m useless for not playing with her at the park, I was drawing and she said “ no one’s seeing it, you don’t post it, you don’t sell it so what’s the point” and she’s right I do post my “art” and not sees it cus it doesn’t look good, I have to except that I am talentless 🫠

No girlypop, you do have talent.

Many can't even draw like you. Many don't even dare to do perspectives. Many aren't good at lines or colors like you. You try hard and you put emotion and soul into your work which is better than some. (*AHEM-* AI "ART"-) Sure you have your weaknesses here and there, but many do. I see you're a beginner who has potential.

I am now a, I don't mean to brag, but I'm decent at art.

Look at my old pieces though, way back from 2022:

Uneven lines and no sense of space. But the colors are good, the concepts are good, the backgrounds aren't bad. You just have to be a little optimistic to find the good.

Now look at where I am now:

I still messed up. The first one? I didn't even care to draw the background, the hairline was wrong, the hands were weird, the hat has perspective problems. The second one has 3 dimensionality problems with the clothes, the hand is bent wrong, the face is disproportionate, I held the pencil too tightly.

Look at the progress. Mistakes happen, yes, but look. Did I ever back down? No. When I was insulted did I stop? No. Now look. I have more to go, much more, but the progress is there.

Also, you don't have to make art for anyone. That's why you have private sketchbooks, that's why you doodle on the homework you know you'll probably lose or never get back, and you do it for fun. You put in and let out feelings and vibes you have. It can wash away like your emotions at the time, but it never leaves your mind. You felt things and wanted to express them.

I remember I made a book cover for something I was writing. I have no idea where it is, or where it went. I think it ended up getting corrupted. Am I a bit sad? Of course. I'm not mad, though. I remember about it. It was a demon x angel romance, it was one of my sparks into having my obsession with demons and angels.

Now look at me, many of my OCs are angels and demons. Hell, I like Hazbin Hotel!

Art always has an influence. It's yours after all.

One last note. Give this to your "friend":

🖕

It's not their job, or anyone's, to put you down like that.

Keep going, I believe in you. Look at what I did, you can also do it. 💋💋💋

You don't need talent either. I have a friend who literally could not write anything without it looking like scribbles. Their art was the same. After practice for months though, their anatomy improved.

There is a reason people say "Practice makes perfect", because it really does. I learned much of my skills from Pinterest, and some from my art tutor. It's possible, I promise.

Make art for yourself, and most importantly have fun with it. It doesn't have to be good. It's just a hobby after all.

[haileymorelikestupid]

Curiosity Killed the Bat

Pairing: Max Phillips x reader

Summary: Max thought he was prepared to finally tell you the truth about what he is. He was dreading it, but he knew it had to be done. He expected the worst. He didn’t expect this.

Warnings/Tags: language, no use of Y/N, soft and not-at-all-cocky Max Phillips

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Nothing says October to me like writing about a vampire while watching college football to procrastinate doing my actual homework. Enjoy the product of my musings about how tf vampires even work. P.S. This should be gender-neutral and non-descriptive but let me know if there’s anything non-inclusive in here and I’ll make the necessary edits :)

“You’re a what?”

This is precisely why Max didn’t want to tell you. He is a selfish son of a bitch and you are too good for him and he was just trying to hang onto you for as long as he could.

He knew it would come to an end; he couldn’t hide it from you forever, and you’re too good to stay once you know what he is. But he was enjoying the delusion. He was enjoying the illusion that you would actually want anything to do with him. You were the best thing that had ever happened in his miserable life slash not-life. Was it so bad to want to hang onto that?

“Baby, please, I know you might be shocked—”

“Oh shocked is not a big enough word for what I’m feeling, Max Phillips.” And you sound so angry, a tinge of hurt coloring your tone, and Max doesn’t think he can handle this. He’d rather you stake him right now.

“Okay, yes, you’re angry, and you have every right to be—”

“Well I am so glad I have your permission.”

Now he’s panicking. He’s been stressed out since he decided to start this conversation but now he’s really panicking because now he’s being condescending and he wasn’t trying to, seriously, and this is all going even worse than he thought.

Slick, suave Max Phillips is at a total loss.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry. Please believe me. I know I should have told you sooner, but I knew this would happen and I’m a shitty, selfish, monster of a being and I wanted to have you for as long as I could.”

Here it comes, he thinks. Here’s the breakup you expected but never wanted and it’s going to hurt more than you could have possibly imagined. Have fun living with this for a literal eternity.

“Yeah, Max, you should have told me sooner, and I’m not happy that you didn’t.” And now your tone is more disappointed than before and fuck, he’s changed his mind, he’ll take the anger back. Anything but the disappointment.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, okay?!” It’s a desperate exclamation and the Max Phillips of a few months ago would be embarrassed at the lack of control in his words. “I knew this would happen when I told you, I knew you would leave me, and I wanted to put it off for as long as possible!”

There. It’s out. Vulnerability that Max has always struggled with showing itself when it’s too late. Maybe he should have told you how much you mean to him sooner. Maybe it would help him now. He’ll never know, though. Within the next five minutes, you’ll probably be out the door and he’ll be left thinking about what he should have, could have, would have done.

“Leave you? Who the hell said anything about leaving you?”

If snapping necks worked on vampires, he would have just unintentionally ended his own existence with how quickly he turned to look at you. He is utterly baffled, and after multiple attempts the only thing he can get out is a meek, “Isn’t that what’s about to happen?”

“Um, no? Why would I leave you when I have so many questions?” you ask, brow furrowed with genuine confusion etched across your face.

Okay… so you’re not leaving yet? Is that what’s happening? You’ll ask him a series of cliché questions, decide you don’t like his answers or his existence in general, and then you’ll leave?

It gets him a few more minutes with you, right? Better than nothing, he supposes.

“Questions?”

“Yes, Max, questions.”

“I thought you were mad at me.”

“Oh, I’m livid.”

His answering wince must be more obvious than he meant for it to be. Your brows lift just a tad, your shoulders drop, and your voice has lost part of its edge when you speak again. “I’m not mad at you for being a vampire, babe.”

Okay, he seriously has no idea what the hell is going on. Your words are equally as confusing as the use of the pet name.

“Then why are you mad?” He knows it’s a stupid question, yes, but he can’t help but ask it.

You sigh, a small sound, and it’s not even that frustrated. Maybe just… exasperated? Almost fondly so? Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking. “I’m mad that you didn’t tell me sooner. There’s so much we could have already talked about!”

And he doesn’t even want to ask, honestly. He knows that you’ll want to know all the gruesome details: how he was turned, does he kill people, all the things that he’ll answer even though he knows it only heightens the chances of you leaving, even if you said you weren’t. “Like what?” he asks, and it’s already so defeated.

“Um, where do I even start?”

And he sighs as you think a little bit, but before he can open his mouth to start telling his story or whatever, you speak again.

“I mean, first of all, just off the top of my head, do you digest blood?”

What.

The.

Fuck.

“I’m sorry?” is the only thing that he can get out.

“Well, it obviously has some nutritional value to you, but how does that work with organ function and all? You’re like, technically dead, right? Except you still have some organ functioning, so… which ones?”

“Which… ones?”

“Yeah, which organs work? I mean the consensus of vampire lore is that your heart doesn’t beat but your brain obviously works. If you need blood as sustenance, is your digestive system functioning, too? Do you have to breathe? What determines which organs you need to stay – well, maybe not alive, but existing? I guess?”

“I am so confused right now.”

“Uh, yeah, me too, Max! Why do you think I’m asking you?!”

His brain is so stuck that he can’t figure out any other response except, “So, you’re not leaving me?”

You do some sort of half-sigh, half-scoff and throw your hands up before letting out an emphatic, “No, Max, I already told you I’m not leaving you.”

“But you’re mad at me?”

“Yes, I’m mad! I could have already been picking your brain about all this stuff and you’ve prevented me from experiencing that joy until now!”

The two of you have just been a few feet apart in his living room this whole time, but now he needs to sit down. He crosses to his couch and collapses on it before burying his face in his palms. He doesn’t need the deep breath that he takes, but the motion makes him feel better. More stable.

The warmth of your body close to his just precedes your careful hand on his shoulder. Your voice is soft and concerned when you say his name.

He knows he should pick his head up and look at you, but he doesn’t feel ready to just yet. He needs just another moment to reorient himself in this conversation before he can face it.

You speak again before he can muster up the courage to say something. “I’m not really mad. I wish you had told me sooner, but I’m not mad at you. I’m just nosy and want to know everything all the time. And I have a lot of questions that the internet isn’t really able to answer.”

He chuckles softly, just a couple of quick exhales through his nose, and he finally feels able to look up and meet your eyes. When he does, he notices the soft smile gracing the corners of your lips and the way your brows aren’t furrowed anymore.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“I know.”

“You’re just so good. Too good for me. And I figured that once you knew what I really was, you’d never want to be with me. I didn’t want to let you go yet.”

“Oh, my love. I’m sorry if I did something to make you think that. You’re everything to me. It might take a minute for me to fully comprehend that you’re a vampire, but I know you, and I have no intention of leaving you.”

God, you’re perfect. It’s the only explanation. You are the most perfect person ever created and he is wretched, but somehow the universe has decided to give him the best thing it has to offer.

He lets his hand float up to your face, lets the backs of his fingers brush over your chin and up until he’s smoothing his fingers over your cheek. His thumb rubs gently over the space just below your eye, and he revels in the warmth he feels below the skin.

What’s two bombshells in one day, he decides.

“I love you.”

Your smile loosens in favor of your lips opening on an exhale, and your eyebrows raise. Your eyes are round and open and gleaming, and if he weren’t already immortal, the way his reflection in them is outlined in fondness would be enough to make him so.

He doesn’t have time to think about whether he should add some sort of qualifier, some sort of statement that you don’t have to feel the same, because he feels the breath of your response against his wrist when you say, “I love you, too.”

A few gentle kisses later, you pull away and your face changes, a slight smirk and a hint of mirth in your eyes as you say, “Okay, so can you answer my questions now? Digesting blood, yes or no?”

His answering laugh echoes through the room, and his non-beating heart swears to always answer whatever you ask.

[football-and-fanfics]

Argument - John Stones

Who: John Stones Request: The one with you and John having an argument over something like he ignored you (which he didn't mean to, kinda Taylor's all to well vibe?) and the argue goes crazy until he sees you're crying and all of sudden he stops that and become a big softy and all suff? already luv ya 💋 Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of having a fight, crying A/N: I changed the request up a little bit (🙄), but it fit a little better with the idea I had for this. Hope you don't mind....

"Come on, you know I don’t want shoes on the carpet, love." You complained to John as you walked back into your living room. He sat on the sofa with his sneakers firmly planted on the cream-colored carpet. "Why is that always an issue with you?" He responded curtly. You knew he was in a bad mood over the lost match of the day before, but his response still pushed all the wrong buttons with you. "You’re not the one cleaning it," you retorted, equally curt. "Like you have much else to do," John replied angrily.

"Excuse me?!" Your anger was instantly reaching boiling point. You had moved to Manchester from London just a few months ago, after maintaining a long-distance relationship for a while. It was quickly decided among the two of you that you would settle in here properly first, before starting looking for a suitable job. "Come on, don’t start a scene now." John looked up at you with an irritated frown plastered on his face. "No, I am making a scene!" You yelled. "Why the hell would you say something like that to me?!" "Because you’re getting on my nerves with this." John's voice was raised now, too. "Oh, really?" You fumed, tears burning in your eyes. "Well, then you wouldn’t mind it if I left." You grabbed your jacket and hand bag, and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind you. ---- You wandered around the city for hours, crying silently over the fight you and John had had. His words had seriously hurt and upset you, and you needed some time alone to process what had happened. About an hour ago, your phone started buzzing in your pocket and had continued to do so with regular intervals. You ignored it, not wanting to talk to anyone right now. After a while, you finally took your phone out of your pocket and looked at the screen. There were 35 missed calls from John, but what shocked you the most was the time: 10.15 pm. You realized you had wandered around the city for over five hours. Even though you were still mad at John, you decided to go home. You had barely opened the door, before John came running to you and hugged you tightly. "I was so worried," he nearly sobbed, "I called everyone we know, and you weren't at any of their places. I feared something might have happened to you." "I'm fine." You pushed him away. "And I’m still mad at you." "I know," John said softly, his lower lip trembling slightly. "And I deserve that. I’ve been an absolute jerk." You folded your arms across your chest, and glared at him. "I should never have said any of those things," John continued, "I don’t mean them. I love you… so, so much. I'm sorry for all of it. This lost match has got me on edge, but I should never have taken it out on you, and now I've hurt you...." John fell silent, gasping for breath through tears spilling from his eyes. You knew he couldn’t be more sincere with this apology. "Please, babe, say something," John stammered after a short silence. His shoulders rocked with suppressed sobs. You cried now, too. Seeing the man you loved with all your heart breaking down into a sobbing mess over hurting you, was all the proof you needed of his love for you. "I forgive you," you whispered, but he had heard you. "Oh, thank god!" John hurried back over to you, and hugged you tightly again. "You’re the love of my life," he said softly, never breaking his embrace around you. "I wouldn't know what to do with myself if you ever left me." You giggled softly through the last of your tears. "I know," you whispered back, gently kissing his neck. "Neither would I."

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