#i feel very useless and like im waisting away

[mylittlesyn]

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[sh1-n0bu]

Congrats!!! You're my new fav scara writer, anyways. I want to fuck scaramouche so hard he's mf SCREAMING, imagine he was being very naughty and needy in public acting like a lil bitch in heat, AND WE PUNISH HIM 😈😈😈

♡︎ 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙩 ♡︎

characters: sub!scaramouche x nb!dom!reader

warnings: overstimulation, dacryphillia, degrading, praise, marking, creampie, rough sex, of course cock can be interpreted as a strap on

notes: this one was less kinkier than my other smuts but that doesn’t mean it’s gonna be soft👍

also woziehrjsbbzbxjsbbs IM UR NEW FAV SCARA WRITER😭😭 NOBODY TOUCH ME IM SOFT RN

poor little scaramouche, tasting the consequences of his own action yet still trying to run away from it. his small, pristine body trembling and twitching, dark love bites and teeth mark blemishing his perfect skin - but he didn’t mind.

he was so sensitive, even a small breath of air being blown into the crook of his neck would cause him to jolt and whimper like a useless whore. your precious whore.

trying to catch his breath and to get his bearings back, scaramouche laid there on the bed, all red and cum dripping from his hole and down his shaking thighs. that wasn’t good. your sweet boy can’t go wasting the cum you filled him up to the brim with!

“[NAM-]!!” suddenly feeling you start to move again, scaramouche tried to get away. whining and writhing under you, clawing at the sheets, choking on his own moans and screams of pleasure.

“we’re not done yet baby boy. it’s not over until i’m satisfied with filling you up and until you learn your lesson” scaramouche felt like his mind was gonna blank. he came way too times already to the point his cum is now nothing but a translucent color! you even fucked him raw, he can’t take it!

pinning his hands down to the bed and continuing to ram into his sloppy hole, creating more squishy, wet and filthy noises you leaned down to bite at the small juncture between his neck and shoulder.

“[name]! n-nO NO NOT THER-!! MFFGH GYAAAFH♡︎♡︎!!” silly little slut. cumming from just a single bite like that. but it’s okay. you’re a patient lover and you will be sure to teach scara his lesson.

rutting into the soft spot in him that makes him scream, your hand reached down between scaramouche’s shaking bite covered thighs, teasing the slit of his small cock.

“you sound so good precious. again. cum for me again” you demanded. jerking him off while fucking into his sweet spot causing scara to sob loudly with his pretty blue eyes rolled to the back of his skull. mouth hanging open with drool slipping down his chin, face so flushed to the point it even reached his shoulders and globs of fat tears rushing down his cheeks.

ah he was so pretty like this. so perfectly ruined and fucked stupid.

scaramouche sobbed out. whining about who knows what, words of “good — feelssh sho good♡︎♡︎“ slurring out of his mouth. soon his legs gave out from under him but you can't have him giving up now.

ruthlessly pulling his waist back up again, you held scaramouche’s waist, sure to leave a bruise with how hard you’re gripping the flesh, continuing to thrust into him.

scaramouche soon came over the sheets with a sudden loud wail, small hands clawing at the pillows, hips twitching, thighs shaking. he was just so cute like this♡︎. surely your darling whore can go a few more rounds?

[truetogaia]

Gimme some jake teaching na'vi reader naughty human things please bae I beg 😩😩

Im actually going crazy, feral, wild, ferocious, insane, crazed, deranged, mental, loco

pairing: dilf!dom!jake x fem!na'vi!reader

genre: smut, 18+

notes: honestly, I don't have anything to say. This one lowk sucks ass LMAO. anyway: Dilf Jake teaching his mate some kinky human things.

warnings: explicit and mature content, like partner drunkenness, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, bondage, mommy kink , daddy kink, lewd and vulgar language, praise kink, spanking.

word count: ab 1k words

!NOT PROOFREAD BC ITS 4 AM!

It wasn’t unusual for Jake to fall into some sort of depressing state of mind. The feeling of being incredibly different and left out of his surroundings, gnawing at his confidence and at his heart. His bearing, his language, his skills, his personality; they didn’t fit in there. Didn’t go well with the way of the people, the forest. 

He had felt so utterly useless, not being able to help the clan in any way other than as a jester for the rest of the na’vi to laugh at and ridicule. That was until he met you. You were so eager to learn his ways, almost completely abandoning the omaticaya way. 

He adored you so much, loved everything about you. And when he let you know, spilled his tender heart out to you, you soon became a pair, connecting the tendrils of your kuru as soon as the words left his mouth. 

Your mating had been so good, love radiating off of the two of you as you made love so innocently, producing the most loving family. And ever since then, sex became almost a daily occurrence. Jake simply couldn’t keep his hands off of you, always holding you or caressing your soft skin in some way. Gripping and groping at your hips, resting his chin on the top of your head, wrapping his long, strong arms around your middle to feel you against him. Anything.

And then, one day, when your kids were under your grandparents supervision, he suggested something. It made your heart flutter, knowing you would get to see more of his culture. A growing arousal settled between your plush thighs as he whispered into your ear the things he’d do to you. These were very unfamiliar things, things you had never heard of, or even thought about. His husky voice sent a shiver up your spine as he traced the outline of your waist with his hands, his hot breath fanning against your warm, blushing neck.  

The warmth of his hands left a trail of goosebumps on your pretty, blue skin as he ran them up your body. He peppered your warm neck with kisses, occasionally nipping at your skin, marking you. He was pressed up against your back, making you suddenly aware of his prominent bulge pressing into your ass. The warmth disappeared from your form when Jake pulled away from you, leaving you disoriented and dazed. You turned around, confusedly watching him walk back into the room with a rope in his hands.

You were sprawled out on the ground now, on the hard surface of your wooden mat, hands tied together by a loose knot behind your back. Your stifled moans and mewls filled your shared hut, alarming unlucky passerbyers of your business. Jake’s long, slender fingers were knuckles deep into your squelching cunt, making gentle scissoring motions as they delved deeper, hot tongue sucking on your neglected bundle of nerves. Your hands instinctively fought against your restraints, desperate to grab Jake’s hair. 

Your second orgasm of that night came crashing down on you as your hips rolled against your mate’s hand, a hot white blocking your vision as you came around his thick digits. 

“That’s it, mama. Knew you could do it.” His praise made your head spin, ears perking at the nickname. “Yeah? Y'like being called mama?” A deep purple spread across your navy skin. “Now, I have something even better. Y’ready baby?” you answered him with a groggy nod, too busy recovering from your intense orgasm.

 You squealed when he suddenly hoisted you up, turning you around so your back was facing him. Your pointy ears twitched as they picked up the sound heavy fabric falling to the ground. The sensation of Jake’s tip running through your soaked folds made you jolt, failing to suppress a moan you weren’t even aware of. It hadn’t been too long since the two of you had made love, but this was different, you had never been taken from.. behind before. It simply was not a thing na’vi did, because it wasn’t necessary, it wasn’t even a thing. 

“Damn,” his voice was deep as he whispered, almost to himself, “you’re so wet, sweetie. All of this, just for me?” He teased, chuckling lightly before sinking his cock into your tight heat, entering you in one swift movement. Your loud moans were enough to get Jake to move. He grabbed the rope binding your wrists together for stability as he pounded into you, setting a ruthless pace from the start. He knew you could handle it, and based on the volume of your moans, he knew you absolutely loved it. 

“Such a good girl. Y’enjoying yourself, mama?” He couldn’t see your face, but based on your lack of words, he could imagine exactly what you looked like. Eyes rolled back, mouth agape, a drooling, panting mess. “Yeahhh.. I bet you are.” His large hand dealt a smack to your ass, skin turning red at the sudden contact. Another new experience. He relished in how you screamed his name beneath him, how you were too fucked out to do anything but chant his name.  

His cock felt heavy inside you, balls slapping repeatedly at your swollen clit as he pumped his thick length into your pussy. “Shit, mama, grippin’ me like a vice.. Y’close? Hm?” He tugged at the rope, forcefully pulling your hips back to meet with his. 

“Cum for me whenever you’re ready, baby.” Jake angled his hips slightly, his fat tip now grazing your g-spot with each pound of his cock. He hunched over your arching form, gently kissing your neck. His ears perked up as an unexpected word rolled off of your tongue.

“Fhuuck, daddy right there-” You cried out, not being able to stop yourself. You hadn’t thought about it, saying it before your hazy mind could even register the word. Your hand gripped your mate’s wrist, a signal for him to keep going. His cock twitched inside your throbbing heat.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on daddy’s fat cock? Go on.” And you did. You came hard around his girth, body convulsing beneath his large body. Heat spread through your abdomen as Jake followed suit, pumping his seed deep inside your pulsing cunt. 

As you both came down from your highs, sweaty bodies sticking to each other, Jake gently undid the knot on the rope, placing a kiss to your shoulder. 

“I’m curious… Where did you learn that word?”

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[murdrdocs]

ares fucks you in the most sloppy way ever. like the man is nasty. first of all, yall are probably coming back from some sports bar or a pub, possibly in an alley or something. best believe he's rawdogging it. that man— no, sorry, that GOD, will stick two fingers down your throat, have you gagging, and then with no warning will shove them up your pussy, spit string still attached. he wont just fuck you til your eyes are rolling back but until your drooling all over your own tits. your both covered in sweat (do gods sweat?). you nails r clawing down his back? good. mark him up. they'll be gone by morning anyway. not that the same can be said for you, with all the bruises and hickeys hes littering your skin with. and im not just talking soots, im talking full on handprints... on your hips, your inner thighs, your neck...

also, he will def slap u in the face and grab your cheeks for eye contact. and if yall r in doggy he will have a fistful of your hair pulling ur head back while he chokes you and slams into you.

-ares anon

thats it 4 tonight, i swear celeste <3

i was gonna go to sleep but …. i don’t even know how to add onto this ???

cw impact play/slapping; choking; major degradation; MDNI 18+

i feel like he makes you wait. ares smokes, just because he can, really. so he’s standing outside of the bar with you, back leaned against the brick while he takes his precious time inhaling the tobacco and letting the smoke out into the air. you stand a little bit away from him on his direction, wearing his jacket because he got tired of hearing you whine and complain about being cold. he’s this close to slipping a few dollars (don’t ask how he got them) into your hand and telling you to go play some arcade game like you’re nothing but a nuisance. but luckily it’s then that he reaches the filter and he has the cigarette stomped under the bottom of his shoe.

and then he’s fucking your mouth with his tongue. he won’t let you get close to the smoke (he doesn’t want his fuck toy to have the horrible smokers cough mortals get), but he’ll let you taste it from him. he’s holding you close by the back of your head, palming your skull which fits perfectly within it, nestled between the callouses.

he pulls away with just enough room to tell you to spread your legs, and as soon as you do as told he shoves his fingers into your mouth, stares you down with an eyebrow quirked in challenge as he flattens his fingers out along the very back of your tongue. when you’re starting to choke around them, useless hands wrapping around his wrist for security, he’ll remove his hand and shove it right up into your cunt, mocking you for not wearing any panties like a “desperate slut”.

then he’ll fuck you nasty. he’s trained you for this. he’s made sure you could handle at least half of his potential.

his hips painfully snapping up into yours. the palms of your hands scraping against the rough and dirty brick of the outside of the bar. the straps of your dress pulled down but you’re still wearing his jacket. and every time it slips off of your shoulders he threatens you, telling you that maybe he should let someone stumble upon you two. or maybe he’ll take you out in the street and deface you there. or maybe he’ll just ignore you. if you let his jacket fall he’ll just pretend you don’t exist and leave you to your weak fingers or even weaker mortal men.

and god does he love to bruise. handprints on your ass cheeks are his favorite. he’s taken to wearing a ring on his pinkie just so he can see where it’s cut into your skin.

at one point he’ll give you a little reprieve, blessing you by turning you around and wrapping your legs around his waist. your hands will find their place under his black tee. his hand will find its place around your neck. and you’ll both leave your mark. only his will be gone by the time you wake up next to him while you’ll be forced to wear a scarf or something for a while.

and in the morning, when you’re whining about hurting and needing a break, ares will snicker in your face. he’ll tell you “okay” and grab his shit and get ready to leave, but then you’re pouting and telling him you didn’t mean it. you’re spreading your legs and throwing the sheet off of your body and letting him use you again. and if you dare look away when he’s fucking you in missionary—something he does for you, mind you, he knows how sappy and sentimental you get and how you ‘need’ to see him—then he’s slapping your cheek and digging his fingers into your skin, pursuing your lips and making you look as dumb as he thinks you are while he forces you to stare up at him.

“eyes on me. right here,” he’ll tell you, maybe going as far as to snap his fingers right above his head to gather your attention. like you’re nothing but an inattentive animal.

[tojisun]

the way you write toji just makes me feel so warm n fuzzy inside:(( like cuddling a teddy bear:(( waaaahhhhh wanna give him smooches:((

omg thank you sm!! 🥹🫶🏼 this is such a huge compliment <33

no because i just want to make toji gentle even with his ragged edges and sharp corners; open even with his built walls; loving even when he himself grew up loveless.

he deserves to be loved, yes. but he deserves to love too. he deserves a healthy and loving relationship, and many kind things!!!

(also, im absolutely smitten with him so i always end up projecting my desire for overflowing affection on him 😭)

like:

ღ latching yourself to toji’s side like an octopus whenever you two lay on the bed. it always makes him laugh, his shoulders shaking and the laughter spilling from his throat like deep rumbles, and you press your face on his shoulder to hide your growing smile. it’s useless though because toji can feel your lips stretching over his skin and he can feel the faint tremors of your stifled laughter, and his heart swells because wow. wow. toji never thought that he’d get to enjoy a quiet and domestic afternoon like this. but here he is, with you, letting the hours crawl by. and toji would not like it any other way.

ღ picking flowers with toji :((( when you told him that you wanted to “get flowers,” he didn’t think that you meant physically plucking them from the soil at the local flower farm. so there he is, using a crumpled take-out bag as a substitute for a basket to hold the flowers that you’ve plucked while you weave past strangers, casting fleeting looks behind you to check if toji’s still on your tail. he is. it’s not like toji would ever let you stray away from his eyes.

“having fun, kid?” toji asks when you finally amble back beside him, sagging in exhaustion and using his side to prop yourself up. toji’s arm wraps around your waist to support you, gently coaxing you to rest your head on his shoulder.

“yeah,” you reply, peering up at him. “thanks again, toji.”

toji bends down and kisses your forehead. “of course.”

ღ going out for breakfast with toji in the corner diner, at 05 am, because you two were having a terrible night — you two have had your arguments here and there, and every one of them always left toji feeling unsure all of a sudden; always had him asking himself, “would they leave me now?” even though he himself knows that you are not cruel like that — and neither of you two were able to sleep well so a very early morning breakfast it is.

the silence officially breaks when toji slides his cup of coffee to you. “want a sip, baby?”

you nod, softly sniffling. “yeah,” you say, your voice wavering.

toji’s heart clenches, and so he decides: to hell with it, and he stands up from his seat to slide beside you. your shoulders tense ever so slightly, and toji murmurs an apology before slowly pulling you into his arms.

“i’m sorry,” toji repeats. “i’m really sorry.”

you shake your head, your arms coming up to wrap around toji as well. “i’m sorry too,” you whisper.

you two hug each other tighter for a few more moments before slowly straightening back up and returning to picking at your breakfast. toji watches as you sip on his coffee and softly smiles at you when you slide the cup to him again.

you two will spend the rest of the day making up to each other, and, like always, it shuts up the gnawing turmoil in toji’s heart.

(and in yours too.)

[gaoau]

devil worship (lesson number one)

theory of the two demons warnings — very explicit puppy murder word count — 1.2k note — its not necessary to read this ch if youre uncomfortable cause im really pulling some weird shit (read this and my sachiro vet fic side by side lmfao). this is only to fill the space between chuuya seeing mc with the puppies and then finding the puppies dead the next day. you can totally skip this for the sake of your sanity. thanks for putting up with me thumbs up emoji

prev. — next.

the last person [Name] expects to see in this familiar alleyway is Dazai. perhaps that is why they mistake him for another stain on the ground. he blends in with the darkness, melting into a dense shadow, never to be found by anyone with abnormal thoughts. but [Name]'s mind is so painfully normal, with ideas so painfully normal and anger so painfully normal. however dark and darker the shadows might grow, with everything they have both come to learn, they know just how deep it all cuts. it takes a second, but [Name] finds him among the endless abyss where the moonlight doesn't reach.

they stop dead in their tracks. empty eyes glowing with wrath, hands twitching as if they knew what will come. Dazai standing over a box of three innocent puppies is a death threat.

"you know, [Name]," he starts, voice airy and gentle. there's a sweet smile twisting his lips as he meets his mentee's eyes. he bends down at the waist, a lazy arm reaching to brush his hand over one of the puppies. it wags its tail and pants excitedly as Dazai continues with a darkened tone, "i'm not very fond of dogs." his fingers latch tightly onto its scruff. when he straightens up again, he holds the puppy away from him as if it were trash. "how long have you been keeping these?"

"only a few days."

"why?"

"i didn't want 'em to—Dazai-san, you're hurting it."

"am i?"

instantly, Dazai lets go. he opens his palm and watches the puppy slam against the floor, uninterested. it cries out in a shrill squeal of pain. [Name]'s shoulders jolt at the sound, grimacing and cringing at noises they would normally not bat an eye at. their legs move on impulse as they rush towards the dog. before their hands can reach, Dazai steps on its frail body. [Name] hovers by his shoes helplessly on their knees, staring with fear they've never felt before. it clogs their throat. the puppy tries to wiggle its way out of danger, but Dazai's weight overwhelms it.

"Dazai-san, please stop, you're hurting it." their voice trembles. their fingers tremble. they tremble. they have trembled before—with anger, never with such fright.

"i know."

relief lasts a brief instance when Dazai lifts his foot. [Name] isn't enough to beat Dazai at anything. the puppy's cries echo in the alleyway while he mercilessly stomps on it like it's a persistent cockroach. its siblings whine in fear and try to seek refuge further inside a shallow box. [Name] feels bile crawl up their throat. bones snap and blood splatters and their heart pounds in their ears. it's not long before the puppy can't complain anymore.

the glow of their ability is useless when they scramble to shield the dog. "stop!" comes their choked plea, fumbling to grasp Dazai's ankle. he sees right through their sacrifice and kicks them square in the forehead. their skin splits open, but they stand their ground. it's too late, though. the puppy twitches with its last breaths on a puddle of its own blood.

Dazai shakes his shoe clean of stains. he lazily pulls out his gun and points it at [Name]'s fresh wound. "why do you want them to live? for what?" he spits out, a voice they struggle to recognize. it's shaken and furious. it's sick of alienation. he cocks the gun. "they can't do anything for themselves. they'll just starve, attack others, they'll get kicked around like you. they'll suffer the cold and the hunger and the sickness. that's what you want them to live for?"

his pulse doesn't tremble when he pulls the trigger. the bullet flies past [Name]'s side, barely missing their ear. but Dazai's shots never miss. it hits the corpse of the puppy.

"or are you doing this for yourself?" however hateful [Name]'s eyes may glow, Dazai glares back with the same intensity. "there's no value in your life, so you pretend there's some in others'. you think if you save them, you'll save yourself, don't you?"

they grit their teeth to hold themself back. this is a battle they can't win. "i don't want to be saved, Dazai-san." the line is blurred between who they think of and who they want to save. maybe they only think of themself. but if so, what? maybe they don't think at all.

Dazai sighs with exaggerated irritation, "of course you don't." he points the gun again to shoot at the cowering puppies. [Name] reacts just as the bullet darts out. they snatch the box to their chest, eyes squeezed shut, flinching at the burning pain of lead slicing their skin open. "listen, i'll give you some advice for once, like a proper mentor. if you can't guarantee prosperity, you're better off cutting the line early. otherwise you're just prolonging their suffering."

he doesn't wait for his wise words to sink into his mentee's brain. with one swift kick, the cardboard box disappears from their grasp and the puppies tumble out with squeals of fear. he chooses not to waste bullets on a pair of frail dogs, returning the gun to his waistband. the scent of blood grows stronger with every thrust of his leg. even when [Name] throws themself as a shield again, they're just another puppy in his eyes. eventually, the puppies stop whining. the scars on [Name]'s arms multiply. (he's already told them to not rely on their ability alone.) one puppy is left twitching, silent.

another sigh tumbles from Dazai's tongue, as if he were finished with strenuous training after a long day of hard work. he bends at the waist again, using one hand to lift [Name] to their feet by the collar of their bloodied shirt. "if you want to help, put it out of its misery, yeah?" with his other hand, he lifts a mangled puppy by its scruff. then he forces its spasming body into [Name]'s hands. "you did this with Q as well, didn't you? how'd that turn out?"

they don't answer. they stare with wide, hollow eyes at the mess of fur and blood on their palms.

"listen to me," Dazai hisses like poison. he harshly pats them on the shoulder. "you don't get to decide value in other lives."

[Name] feels the puppy struggle in their hands. its tiny, innocent body twitches, its head lolls weakly from side to side. it's not blinking. it's staring right at them with a dead gaze. they close their own eyes and breathe in shakily. the pungent scent of blood—both theirs and the puppies'—pierces their nose as a reminder of their own mistakes. Dazai digs his fingers into their shoulder. they have never been afraid of death before. they wish they could use Mirror Mirage. they tremble with fear.

hesitantly, they snap the puppy's neck and put it out of its misery. they let its limp body drop next to the other two corpses.

"don't do this again," is all Dazai leaves them with. his hand disappears from their shoulder and his footsteps fade into silence.

"i won't do it again… i won't do it again… i won't do it again… i won't do it again… i won't do it again…"

note — okay but listen. hear me out. i know people regularly love dazai, and dont get me wrong, i like him too a normal amount. hes a great character. but. port mafia dazai is a thing. and i think this dazai, specifically dark era dazai, after he becomes an exec (which we're getting into), was a piece of shit. sure, maybe having him kill puppies isnt the best idea ive had, but i dont think its too far fetched. he was an asshole, cruel and abusive (ie. akutagawa) and we should talk about it. he canonically doesnt like dogs for whatever reason and hes got this very particular attitude towards mc, so mix the two together, and it really doesnt matter to him if he murders a bunch of tiny little puppies in cold blood (fun fact: i got this idea while watching ep 5 of bsd wan haha) im saying, think fifteen light novel when he puts that dude out of his misery and keep shooting and shooting and shooting. think the day i picked up dazai light novel side b and the dude he tortures for info. think every crime we dont know of that the hunting dogs arrest him for. i cant be too off i know this fic may seem like its dazai slander and i hate the guy, but if anything, the fact that im willing to reach my gloveless fingers into his amygdala and pull apart his chemicals is a testament to how i actually do like him. i just want to tear him into pieces and do his character justice, cause who the fuck knows whats up with him. ive read the manga, ive watched the anime, ive read every light novel under the sun, from beast to fifteen to the day i picked up dazai, ive done it all. its not enough to understand how his brain is shaped exactly, but i have enough of a vague idea to manipulate it and have a take on him. this is my take on dazai thank you for reading. im coming for akutagawas throat finally lets go. drink water have day

[lucio-morgasson-husband]

"Danse macabre" Edward hyde X reader

Warnings:blood, bad guy ,light obscenity

The afternoon was quite nice the roses and my face were blown by the gentle breeze of fresh air.Ti utterson said he wouldn't be all night I went out with a glass of wine to the garden, it was so beautiful to see the roses.

" What a quiet night" I watched as the dim glow of the moon revealed almost total darkness, I heard a noise in the thorny bushes . "¿Is it some animal that was trapped?" Put the cup aside , taking my dress so it would not get dirty with mud and I approached cautiously to avoid pricking myself with the thorns , too bad I was not careful "ouch, im such a fool! "I cursed bringing my finger to my mouth."It hurts ..."

"Of course it was going to hurt... Did you want me to caress the thorns of the roses?"I heard a hoarse voice that gave me chills it was like the thick fog of London, I looked everywhere looking for the owner of that disturbing voice .

"Who's there ?"I turned around looking for him until something moved in the bushes I backed away scared starting to pray

"I'm not a demon, calm down " And someone came out of there unconcerned that his clothes would be ripped by the thorns he didn't care, he was a little short, with hair darker than coal, a disturbing face if I can say that...Hard to describe how it was ,His action made me defensive. I was scared but I had to stay calm."I told you, I'm not a demon"

"Worse than that you're a Monster!'I threw something at him, I don't remember what it was but it made him really mad, he wasn't a human, I knew that.

"Have more respect, you will not mock " He grabbed my wrist so hard, it was like the strength of a hundred men ,I struggled with him but it was very useless doing that on my part.

"Let go of me!" He released me, I breathed relieved rubbing my wrist "Hey, respect the ladies! He is a man who has no respect or chivalry."

"Ha! Respect? Look who's saying it..."He looked me up and down, then smiled.It sent chills down my spine ." give me your hand "

"Because I should ? Can't you see that it hurts and it won't stop bleeding"He rolled his eyes and took my hand by force he took my finger starting to suck and lick the blood, that caused me to shiver.

"What are you doing ?!" He let go of my hand to leave me.

"I'm edward, edward hyde" I mention, walking slowly in circles looking at the garden "Nice garden by the way"

"You haven't told me what is the reason for your strange visit?" I asked, I've never seen him in my life, I once heard Utterson talk about him with Enfield but I never knew who he was until now.

"I was curious to know about that little girl that Gabriel utterson was talking about, I had never heard someone say wonders about a young girl "He cupped my cheek, his hand was cold... colder than snow or like he was dead. "Something happens?"

"no nothing happens"Take my hand away, that man gave me chills, it was terrifying his face caused me something that was not fear ... it was more than terror.

"Well pretty woman, why don't we enjoy the night, you and I are...alone" what?! What did he mean by that ?! , That man named Edward gave me a bad feeling, he approached where he had left my glass, played with the glass moving it in circles p Taking a drink of that wine he was drinking."You have very good taste with wine dear"He gave a hesitant laugh to take another sip from my glass,Suddenly he was on the steps leading inside and he extended his hand to me.

"Come, the night is young"I took his hand and he ran inside I followed him, we reached the hall How did he know where each part of the house was? It was weird .

I saw him approach the turntable, he looked excited, what was he planning to do?

"Would you like to dance with me until you drop?I ask, I looked at him for a few seconds but I couldn't keep my eyes on his red eyes, he terrified me.

"With all pleasure, Mr. Hyde"I leaned down to bow gently lifting my dress, I approached him, I took my waist I held onto his shoulder, we held hands and so the waltz began .His movements were elegant and smooth, it made me nostalgic, as if he was dancing with someone else, it was as if I already knew him, Everything about him seemed familiar to me, even that aroma...almonds And a touch of cognac no, red wine "I'll apologize for what I'm going to say, Mr. Hyde, but you look familiar."

He just smiled quietly...

"I can't tell you for sure if you know me from somewhere but I can say that we have a very common acquaintance between the two of us"

"What does it mean?"I felt how he stopped abruptly still holding my waist and his hand was still connected with mine "If you know me, you know that aroma of almonds... I won't tell you who I am, it's just a facade of absolute goodness "I cupped my cheek, I still maintained the position that it was cold, her touch made me shiver. "I always wanted you, I saw you in those meetings... but I never had the courage to approach"His lips were inches from mine, he put his thumb on my lips "You have beautiful lips, that red color makes you look... special"

"What did you mean you want me? ...he had never seen him, the only meetings he went to were doctor jekyll's"

"Yes, we are on the same page, you are like an angel, a beautiful lady"God, it was quite strange... I had never seen it before, I never saw it.At one point he began to kiss me, my heart was beating fast. I admit it, it's scary and strange but he was very gentlemanly and courteous he knew how to treat me, I put my hands behind his neck caressing His soft, coal-black hair was a quiet kiss, minutes later they turned to languid kisses, he was on top of me on the couch. He pulled away from my lips, gasping for oxygen.

"I always wanted you, and I proved it to you" That smell was still familiar to me, its smell of almonds combined with a perfume and red wine. He approached me again kissing me more fiercely, I felt like touching the sky, I ran a hand behind my back looking for the knot of my corset, I put my hands on his chest to remove the Vest and shirt, he was quite cooperative with me, his body was slim but he looked very good, messy hair obstructing his face.He pulled my dress up taking my thigh, proceeding to kiss me on the neck and clavicle, I did not avoid the fact of that pleasure caused by that strange boy.He intoxicated me with his elegant movements and his aroma, but something in me clicked.

"Wait...this isn't right..."I took him by the shoulders staring at him

"Why not? We are enjoying our carnal passion, let yourself go, I know that deep down you want me..."

"It's a misunderstanding. I...I don't want you. I love...."

"Henry Jekyll? Or am I wrong?" That ? How did she know? She hadn't told him anything about him."That's why...I want you...I know who you are my dear...You don't know who I am because this is the real me, isn't my scent familiar to you? Doesn't it remind you of... henry?"

"Henry... is that you henry?" Sure, why hadn't I thought of that? There was only one who could have smelled so sweet "But how is it possible?"I took his cheeks, before he could say anything I heard the front door click, at the speed of light we got up and dressed again edward helped me with my corset, the problem was My very well combed hair was made a bird's nest, I untied it leaving it loose.

"See you soon my love.." He kissed me one last time before he went out the window, he was quite agile ,I still couldn't believe it was Henry Jekyll, it was very different...

[thegreencanary]

Just Hold On

Based on this request!!

Disclaimer: I did my best to incorporate seizures but I have never had one. I’m sorry if any of my descriptions are offensive, that is not my intention. I’d be happy to edit/change anything that is incorrect. Please just let me know!!

Paring: Billy x Fem! Reader. (Established relationship)

SORRY ITS LATE WORK HAS BEEN CRAZY

TW: Seizes, cursing,

A/N: This is my work. I give no permission to post it elsewhere or for anyone to claim it as their own

Im sorry this is a short one!

Running was never your favorite activity, especially when you could feel the burning in your lungs from each step. No matter how fast you went, you couldn’t get away from the black cloud that was barreling down the hallway at you. The heavy weight of a ringing clock hit you like a bullet each time. Screams would have been a good way to get help but the sounds dried up in your throat like water in a desert. Clawing, scratching and fighting you tried to get out of the hallway but it was useless, he was here.

 Groggy, you trudged down the stairs, the nightmares had been getting worse even though you knew Eleven had taken out Vecna for good. You mumbled a good morning to your parents as you went to their bathroom to get your medication. They had to keep your pills so they could monitor how much you took and when you took them. The seizures had been decreasing which was beneficial because you could actually start enjoying things without worrying if you were gonna get set off. The phone ringing pulled you out of your daze, and a smile grew on you when you heard your mother say “Billy! How are you?” Downing your pills you ran out of the bathroom like a cartoon character and snatched the phone from you mom. Billy had been in California for a little vacation; in reality he wanted to get Max away from all things Vecna until it was finished.

“Billy??”

“Hey baby.”

It had been so long since you heard his voice, no dobut Max was already over at Lucas’s house, so you kind wondered why he wasn’t just knocking on your door.

“Where are you?”

“Home...dealing with Neil.”

Oh. That would be a really good reason. You were silent for a moment before Billy could tell you were uneasy. He knew about your condition but had never really seen you have any episodes, yet he was still very cautious.

“Don’t worry, I’m okay I promise. He’s just going out of town for a few days and he’s pissed I took so long bringing Max back.” “When c-”

“I’ll pick you up tonight after he leaves and we can talk all about it.”

A blush crept across your face as he read your mind. Your own mother laughed and you remembered where you were.

“Okay...I’ll see you then...I’ve missed you.”

“I know.”

You could practically hear Billy’s wink and laugh as he hung up the phone. You rolled your eyes, but the smile stayed plastered on. He was coming tonight, you needed to shop, shower and shave.

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Adjusting the AC/DC shirt you fidgeted a bit while waiting for Billy to come pick you up. Makeup was hard enough; changing looks to match your shoes, then your pants, then finally your shirt. A pair of hands wrapped around your waist as a familiar blonde mullets appeared in your mirror. The hug was warm and long, just what you were missing.

“Mmm. Hello:..can I help you?”

You felt a soft chuckle come from the California boy behind you.

“You definitely can.”

He pushed his hips into your backside as you squealed. Turning around your arms rested on his shoulders as the two of you just looked at each other for a few moments. This kiss that came next was one that could be written about for decades, but you pulled away when his hands traveled down your backside.

“Billy!”

He smirked and kissed you briefly.

“What? I can’t help myself.”

Someone must have let him in while you were changing, and you didn’t care. He damn near carried you to his car as you two left your house. The car ride to his place was full of laughter and him teasing you about how much he “didn’t” miss you. His hand gently squeezing your thigh was a soft reminder that he was only joking.

The laughter died down when Billy pulled into his driveway and Neil’s Truck was there.

“Stay in the car.”

His voice was demanding and irritated but you knew it was more concerned than mad at you. Your heart rate definitely sped up, but you reminded yourself to remain calm. It was hard to keep that in your mind as Neil stumbled out of the garage. Billy moved to try and hide you, but it was too late. They were shouting and you heard Billy take a punch. Trying to stay hidden, crawling into the back seat seemed like the best idea. The world started to spin when the shouting got closer and you heard someone yanking on the locked car door. Your breathing has become shallow and your vision was getting narrow.

“Billy…”

Closing your eyes you tried to just focus on keeping your heart rate down but the stress and tension around you was too much. The tensing of your muscles started and your eyes rolled into then back of your head.

“Y/N!!”

Billy was yanking on the car door. Neil passed out after their fight and Billy saw you hide in the back seat. When he looked in the window, he saw you shaking. Billy had done a lot of research just in case you ever had an episode around him. He faltered with his keys but opened the door and managed to get his Jean jacket under your head to act as a pillow. He made sure you were laid out as safely as possible. Billy was too worried that he would hurt you if he moved you, but once the convulsions stopped, he gently put you on your side. Slowly you came to, feeling his hand on your arm, gently rubbing.

“Billy?”

“Hey there gorgeous.”

“…are you okay?”

He laughed. “I should be asking that to you babe.”

There was a bit of silence and you took a deep breath.

“I’m…I’m okay. I was just…overwhelmed and I didn’t know what to do or where to go…”

Billy nodded and stayed quiet.

“I should take you home.”

“But…”

“I don’t know why Neil is still here. I don’t want you to get more stressed out. “

“…but I’ve missed you.”

You started to get really upset. You haven’t had an episode in ages and all of a sudden Neil’s dumb drunk ass brought one on. Rage built up inside you, but a calloused hand calmed you down.

“Hey. I’ve missed you too. More than I’ll ever admit. But it’s not safe here.”

He got into the drivers seat and started the car. You cried softly in the back on the way home. It was silent as Billy drove, he didn’t want to take you home either, but it was for the best. The next time the door opened it was in your driveway.

“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll be the sappy lovey-dovey boyfriend tomorrow. I’ll do the romantic things and tell you everything you want to hear as we spend the whole day together. I’ll be so mushy and gross that you’ll be begging for me to be an asshole again. Okay?”

That made you laugh. That didn’t sound too bad.

“You have to buy me at least 3 things.”

“One and a nice dinner.”

“Two and a cheap dinner?”

“None and all the food you want.”

“Deal!”

You got out and hugged him tightly. There was a desperation in his arms that you wanted to comfort but you knew it wasn’t time.

“Tomorrow.”

He rolled his eyes and kissed you.

“I’ll see you then.”

And boy did he deliver.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.

The end! I’m so sorry this one took me so long. I’m still fighting my depression but I knew I had to get this out. I’ve got more to work on so hopefully I can get him out soon.

A/N: I’m so so so sorry if I missed medical things or said the wrong stuff when it comes to seizures. I will correct and edit if I must. Please help me if I am wrong! Thank you!! ❤️🖤❤️

[mguvmii]

Hello again!!! I love your writing so much!!

Can I request Amane (maybe Mitsuba too??) with a s/o who tends to overwork themselves

Like they need to be doing something productive and if they don’t then they will feel like a failure

They also get little sleep because of it and would rather stay up and do something productive then actually get sleep

Oneshot?? However im fine with headcanons too!! I really don’t mind ether one!

Take care of yourself!!<3

HI WELCOME BACK! I decided to do a oneshot for Amane. His took up a lot of space and I love writing for him. Take care! I hope you enjoy! Lots of love from Beth ♡!

ALSO I will be trying to get the six asks done today since I'm leaving tomorrow and will be gone for all of next week.

characters ; Amane ,, gn!reader

pronouns used: you/your ,,

Warnings; parents calling you lazy? useless?  feeling like a failure! 

     𓏲࣪ 𓆤  ˒˒  ๑  amane yugi ﹏  . 🥡 ੭

“You’re still busy?” 

Amane poked his head into the now empty classroom where you were sitting down at a desk. 

Stacks of paper were piled on both sides of you, waiting to be done before you could go home for the day. 

You were, to simply put, up to your ears in getting these registrations done. 

“I have a lot to do Amane. I’m the student president after all. The responsibility falls on me,” You replied, not even looking up at the boy. 

If people could describe it, it was hard working. There wasn’t a time where one of your classmates didn’t see you doing something productive. 

You always had to keep yourself busy. 

You missed the frown on Amane’s face at your statement. The boy knew you tended to overwork yourself.

 It was very common for his s/o to be seen doing anything but resting. You would think that Amane would be used to it by now and move on with his day.

 He couldn’t. In fact, all of this overworking was starting to worry him. 

“Y/n that’s gonna take you all night! Isn’t there someone to help you?” He asked, his tone showing a hint of desperation. 

All he wanted was to walk you home and spend time with his beloved s/o. 

“Everyone’s gone home for the day. The school fair is coming up and these need to be registered,” You replied, staring down at the paper as you scribbled away. 

You looked exhausted. Your posture was horrible and you looked ready to collapse. 

Amane finally walked into the classroom the rest of the way and grabbed one of the stacks beside you. 

It was then that you finally looked up at your boyfriend, a curious look in your expression. 

“You’re not sleeping Y/n. You’re always doing something and it’s wearing you out! As your boyfriend I’m worried,” He stressed, his features scrunched up in sadness. 

“You need to take better care of yourself..” 

Well, when he put it like that, you felt ashamed. He was right, you were disregarding your health all to just stay busy. 

you knew Amane was just wanting the best for you. Instead of talking, you stopped writing and glanced the other way. 

Amane sighed in response and set down the small stack of papers. He just wanted you to see that you were overworking yourself. 

You heard footsteps coming over to your side, followed by your chair being pushed back. 

“Hey what’s-” 

You stopped just as Amane kneeled down in front of you, placing his head on your lap. His arms embraced your waist and legs. 

“Sorry,” The boy mumbled. “I don’t want to make you feel guilty. Just be okay and don’t overwork yourself.” 

Why was he apologizing? It was YOU who was supposed to be apologizing. You frowned, realizing you could never be mad at Amane. You just loved him too much. 

“I’m the one who should be apologizing,” you replied, your fingers going up to run through his choppy brown hair. 

HIs hair was always soft and fun to play with. It also made Amane happy. 

“You’re right I’m not sleeping enough, and I do tend to overwork myself. It’s because...I feel like if I don’t, I’ll be considered lazy and useless...and a failure. My parents used to tell me that all the time, so I developed a habit of overworking.”  

Finally you revealed the real reason for your workaholic tendencies. It was something you didn’t want to feel, but you did. 

Amane picked his head up from your lap to stare into your e/c eyes. Hurt was written all over his face, causing you to frown more. 

“You’re not lazy or a failure. You’re one of the most hardworking people I know! Taking time for yourself isn’t being lazy or useless.” 

It was obvious that he was right. However, you spent a good three years developing this habit. It wouldn’t be easy to break overnight. 

As if Amane could read your thoughts, he grabbed your hands and gently placed a kiss against your fingers. 

You stared at his bandaged hands, causing your mood to drop even more. Here he was patched up again,  and yet he was worrying about you. 

“We’ll work on it together okay?” 

“Amane..” You called out weakly, wondering how the hell you managed to grab him? “Okay.” 

As you said that, you fought back a yawn. You were so focused on your work that you neglected the fact that you were tired. 

The boy smirked in response. “See I was right. Isn’t your boyfriend so smart and handsome?” 

Of course there he was again with his teasing. 

“Shut up,” You replied, feeling your face grow warm. You huffed and turned around, collecting the piles of papers. 

They’d be here tomorrow and you had until the end of the week to get them done. You’d just pace yourself. 

“You’re not denying it,” Amane spoke, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “Y/n~ say I’m handsome and smart or I’ll never let you go.” 

You knew better. You knew that if you did, Amane wouldn’t let you live it down. He was a really big tease when it came to these types of things. 

“Let’s just go home already okay?” 

Your tone was final. Amane pouted. 

“Fine.” 

You collected your things and stood up, grabbing Amane’s hand in the process.

 Before you two left the classroom to head home for the night, you looked at him, taking in all of his features. 

He was handsome and smart, very cute. 

“You are handsome and smart,” You mumbled quietly, though Amane heard you. That big grin on his face made you roll your eyes. 

“One word and I’m leaving you here.” 

Amane chucked in response, his cheeks flushed from the compliments as you two left. 

[thecoddaughter]

QSMP Characters as O My Heart by Mother Mother

Im back with another album breakdown. I really love this album and hope y’all enjoy the comparisons.

*disclaimer: I wrote this like a week ago and I don’t watch all these povs

O My Heart: Maximus

He has mentioned recently how he feels like he has lost everything and this song seems to me like a song about a heart that can never heal

Burning Pile: Foolish

“All my troubles on a burning pile, all lit up and I start to smile. If I catch fire then I’ll change my aim,” is very “The only problem going this route right now is that it could end up being a lonely road, and I'll just simply have too hold all the pain of it deep within me. But that's okay. Cause eventually it'll all pay off... I just have to be very.. very.. patient. Like we've always been,” coded.

Body of Years: Cellbit

I know next to nothing about Cellbit’s past and implied lore but the things I do know make me think of this song. A man of many horrors.

Try to Change: Quackity

At least at one point, he would say he has changed, but he is relatively consistently heartless toward the eggs, trying to get an egg as his own, pulling a stunt of some sort…

Wisdom: Slime

Vibes… also the line “And I feel useless. Don’t think I know how to do this. Once I was told but I like to fidget and miss out on good advice.”

Body: Leonarda

I feel like little explanation is needed outside of this quote “I want to become a robot so that I will never die and can always take care of my parents.”

Ghosting: Jaiden

This song feels like her relationship with Roier after the loss of Bobby. Come on, “This is why I have decided to leave your house and home unhaunted. You don’t need poltergeists for sidekicks.” She loved him (platonically) but felt like a burden and the only reason she stayed as long as she did was their child.

Hayloft: Roier and Leonarda

Am I saying this because this song is literally just “My daddy’s got a gun” repeated and Foolish loves his gun? Literally, none of the rest of the song is relevant.

Wrecking Ball: Slime (again)

Slime in his murder arc was very wreckless, poor thing. Pay attention to lines such as “You gotta wanna break the hearts of all those pretty porcelain dolls” (eggs) and “I make a fist and not a plan.” But also the ending being sweet and soft feels like JuanaFlippa resting a hand on his shoulder or something.

Arms Tonite: Tilin / JuanaFlippa

SWEEPING EDGE BUG KIDDOS! Aka this song songs like the eggs haunting Slime and Mariana. Especially with Flippa and the line “tried to escape the afterlife” cause miss girl got a second chance and died at the hand of the same person. (Added after reading liveblogs! SLIME BEING HAUNTED BY FLIPPA AGAIN EXCEPT ITS CODE AND IM GOING TO CRY THIS SONG IS SO THEM CODED!)

Miles: Vegetta

IDK guys… His house is the only one you really have to cross a desert to get to. Plus he has his family with Foolish now is pretty calmed down since the beginning of the season ‘drama’.

Sleep Awake: The Order

Baghera (aka miss extremely careful with evidence): “I throw the evidence into a trunk and drop it in the sea”

Roier (I feel like he has paranoid Cell is gonna be taken away): “I sleep with one eye on the bedroom door, the other on the cake”

Maxo (Sir is terrified of losing anyone else): “Carving away our fingerprints out of our fingertips until they're smooth”

Cellbit (enigma = royal flush in my mind, the next big break): “I sleep with one eye on my royal flush, the other on the take”

Foolish (aka mr gun): “I sleep with one hand on my 45, the other 'round my baby's waist”

Bad (Grim Reaper himself can’t let himself get sucked up into the darkness now, can he?): “I go to bed with all my lights turned on, so I don't slip away”

Forever (idk it was the last line and bro goes on solo missions it seems): “Out on the street, I keep a started car who only waits for me conveniently.”

[serxeinxx]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍/𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃!!

⁰⁰¹.pairings: various x gn!reader | ft. gojo, megumi, yuuji, nanami, yuuta

⁰⁰².warnings: gojo <33 + sukuna bc he's sometimes a party-pooper + some errors </33

⁰⁰³.genre: fluff, crack + sfw !!

⁰⁰⁴.notes: a lil headcanon bc i'll be disappearing in a week HAHAHAH + imagine having gojo as a warning 🤩

⁰⁰⁵.other links: navigation ; gen.masterlist ; jjk.masterlist ; taglist form

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

— this man is literally a menace. if he finds out that you're in your period, he would totally and utterly piss you off. he never fears death, but deaths do.

he saw you hugging the pillow and gripping the bedsheets due to the pain you're experiencing at the moment, he went near you abd comforted you. the moment he has his hands on your waist, he laughed, "if i squeeze you like this," he squeezed your waist, "you're like a human ketchup," his voice was so normal, no laughing, just a normal voice.

you slammed the pillow on his face, "if you're here to piss me off, go sleep in the couch! i ain't sleeping with a useless boyfriend." You said in an angry tone.

But in the end, he took care of you, and cuddled you when you were asleep.

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

— he may be not affectione in the outside due to the endless teasing he got from both of your peers, megumi doesn't want to be disturbed whenever you two had an alone time. To his luck, your period started on both your your day off from missions. He really takes care of you. It was his duty after all as your loving boyfriend.

"'gumi.." you lowly said in a soft tone.

he shited his eyes in you, "did tge pain go away?" He asked. You shook your head slowly, "i need cuddles."

"But the pain y/n-"

"pretty please?"

from the cute voice you had, made him closed his book and cuddled you, "is this better?"

"better than ever, thanks 'gumi.."

"hmm, you're welcome."

𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈

— we love life and life is yuuji. he's realkya sweet boyfriend despite getting ruined because if sukuna in him. but besides taht, he really did his best! the time you got your monthly period, he was right there with you, he even cooked you his meatball recipe just make you feel better.

"Mhmm! this really tastes good!" You said while muching the meatball. You took another bite, bht instead, you choked. yuuji immediately grabbed the water bottle and gave it to you.

'i was hoping you could choke and die.'

a dark voice popped ot right under his eye, yuuji slapped it but instead, he was too late and ended up slapping himself. Youblet out a giggle, "sukuna is so bitter, did he have a past lover when he was a human?"

'shut your mouth you lowly human, i have no time when i will slash your head off.'

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

— no questions needed for him. he was already a husband material what can we say. For the rarest time of his life, he took a day off. knowing him, he was a very hard-working mab who follows the rules and hates overtime. Just like megumi, he has his responsibility as a boyfriend to take care of his lover.

he prepared everything: heat bag, blankets, pillows, favorite snack, and himself. he would massage you scalp until you have fallen asleep. and sometimes, you and him will watch sonething on netflix, whether its your favorite show or the show that you both planned to watch together. even though no words were exchanged throughout the time, his actions are enough to tell you that he really cares for you.

"i love you, kento.

"i love you too."

𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐓𝐀

— being in a long distance, was quite hard for the both of you. he craves your touch, your whispers, and you overall. but things may have a problem when you had your perioid. he kelt call you, texting you constanly if you're any feeling better.

He called you many times that you lost count.

"y/n! Make sure to take your vitamins and pain killers okay?"

"I will yuuta, trust me, i'll be fi— crap crap cramps."

and that's whenhe get started to worry about you. "are you okay? Take a rest y/n, oh ny god, sleep, take a rest!"

"Im okay yuuta, don't worry about me. this literally happens every month," you reassured him. It was cute of him, worrying about you. Even though you can see him, but he was pouting, "i jut want you yo be safe that's all", he replied.

"When you comeback here, we'll go on dates. promise?"

"Promise."

Reblogs are highly appreciated !

© 2022 serxeinxx. All Rights Reserved. Do not repost. Do not plagiarize.

[takalzuoom]

I know I just sent one in, but I couldn’t help but send another, but you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to. How about Viktor and Silco and Jinx with a very short s/o who’s insecure about their height?? And hates to be made to feel small? Thanks for your time 😊

OMG IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE 😭

I WENT TO UPLOAD IT BUT REALIZED I DID THE REQUEST WRONG- I'M SO SORRY 😭😭

Okay okay okay- part 2

Hey! Thank you for waiting for requesting! And I’m so sorry for the wait as well!

Originally in my post, I said I write only for Viktor, but since I’m not doing your other ask ( i have no idea how to write it, I’m so sorry😭) So I’ll also include Slico this time!

im so sorry if this sucks i’m literally writing this at 3 am💀

highkey don’t like how this came out 😐

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫

HE’S A LITTLE SHIT OH MY GOD

NO CAUSE PEOPLE THINK HE’S SOME SOFT BOY WHEN HE’D LITERALLY LAUGH AS YOU REALIZE HE PLACED SOMETHING ABOVE YOUR REACH

“Viktor..”

“Yes my love”

“Did you do this?” You pointed to your lost object, that sat upon a shelf- all other objects pushed aside as a golden beacon shone through and on it.

Will use his cane to keep things away from you- he’s not helpless after all

But he pretends to be🙀

“Y/n, my leg is hurting, can you get me my blueprints?”

“… no. “

“But darling-“ 😿

“I know you're leg ain’t hurting because you went on a coffee trip five. minutes. ago!” You glare at him

“… carrying coffee is well- lots of work for someone like me”

GUILT TRIPS YOU 🤥

OKAY OKAY- I have no idea how tall he is, as there's no official measurement of his height. But lots of people say 5’10 so I agree. Almost 6’0 king 😻

But due to his cane, he’s slouched over a bit so it saves you some grief. But when he really wants to piss you off he’ll stand at full height.

Sees you reaching for something, goes to grab it but at the last minute, he grabs the item next to it.

“Oh I’m sorry, did you need something?”

🧍🏻

You like to compare him to a tree. He calls you his little mushroom. Very cute. Very domestic, he thinks. Sometimes ignoring your glowering face and sometimes telling you ‘he was just joking and didn't mean it’

When you're both at work, you both dance around each other so easily? You usually deal with the bottom stuff while he does the higher things, and when one of you has to grab something the other moves precisely, mindlessly at that that Jayce would just wonder if you two were somehow telepathic

though sometimes you’ll try to reach the higher parts, proving him that you’re not useless and that you can do it yourself

You don't even notice it until Jayce comments about it, which you immediately give him a face of disgust as you detach yourself from the situation immediately

As I’m writing this part I’m thinking of the scene in monster university, the one with mike and sully in their dorm room after they become friends

I do see you getting pissed off enough to tell him off, having a one-sided argument as you storm away from

He tones down on the teasing once you tell him you hate it.

And now that Viktor knows about your distaste for the height difference. So he refrains from giving you back hugs at full height, opting to instead pull you by his cane and hug your waist whilst sitting down

Though you take notice of his longing looks, over time pricing 4 and 4 together as you feel slightly guilty- yet thankful for giving you space

But on a practically hard day, you decide, just this once, you’ll indulge him. Dragging him up by his hands, pulling him up. You hug him first, as his arms slowly wrap around yours.

He feels the soft smile in his skin, as he sighs, feeling the day catch up on him as he relaxes into your hold. His hand in your hair, keeping you in place as he relishes your company

𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐨

I see him as someone who’d purposely put things on the highest shelf just to see you jump for it 😭

Like it makes his day- a deal went bad? Suddenly an object you’ve been looking for is on the top shelf in his office-

Won't help you- even if you give him glances- pride too much to outright ask him for help, he’ll just ask if you need something.

MOFO SNICKERS WHEN YOU JUMP PLEASE

“Slico… I’m going to kill you the most painful way i can think of”

“Darling you make me blush’

Uses you as an armrest 😭 though you have to constantly smack him off as you tell him to go fuck himself

He laughs, doing it again just to get a reaction out of you

He’s not the tallest nor the shortest standing at 5’9 but he’s taller than you so that’s all that matters 😎

If you tell him about your distaste about all the nagging and teasing- he’ll only tease you some more, egg you on as he gets some joy out of your frustrated look

Though when you start flinching away from him, ignoring him he’ll start to consider it

Well, more like he's forced to as:

1. He's gonna need more men

2. You don't like how Jinx is looking at you 😟

So like what he does best, he makes a deal with you- stops teasing you… a bit, but, only if you sit in his lap… when people are there 🧍 especially Finn

Just saying It’s easy for you to fit in his lap so pest to be there when he either wants your company and has too much paperwork- or wants to pull a power move on the annoying bugger

Doesn’t appreciate your grumbles and fidgeting self. The way you were trying to get out of his lap was annoying him as he didn't like Finn’s snickers

For that, he’ll tease you extra hard, which results in an argument. Which resorts in explosions and mass destruction caused by jinx cause seeing you two fight is… stressful 😺

He will have you on his lap, though sometimes listening to your annoying complaints, rolling his eyes as you stormed away

Though sometimes you’d humor him when he asks for injections. Slico musing that the only good place to do it ‘properly’ is in his lap

“Stop smirking, you're pissing me off”

You can only do this when Jinx is away- cause if she walks into you stealing her job, she’ll lose her shit 😻

HE TRAPS YOU AGAINST WALLS- THERE- I SAID IT

Doesn’t care if you flick him or curse him out, he’ll eat it up, making some shameless comment about the whole situation.

Please go into his office, draped in covers as he’s burning the midnight oil. Ask him in sleep riddled voice to ‘join you in bed for some cuddles’ and (if you’ve been a thing long enough) he’ll melt and either cave in, or tell you to sit (on his lap)

He knows that you only pull that card once in a blue moon, so he’ll either finish up that last of his paperwork or stop what he's doing and save it for tomorrow

[lolibles]

playing video games with them| anemo boys <3

characters: kazuha, xiao and venti

very fluffy, a little suggestive in kazuha’s part, slight slight angst for xiao, crack

synopsis: what games you play with them, how they act with you!

not proofread please don’t sue me this is also very random :)

kazuha

playing stardew valley and animal crossing with kazuha is my life goal that will never be fulfilled please cry with me. anyway, just imagine cuddling on the sofa under a thick blanket on a cold rainy day with cups of hot chocolate or tea whilst playing stardew valley. the both of you work through the first year slowly as little farmers doing cute little farm things. also if you ever chose to get into a relationship with any of the npcs in the game kazuha will not be happy, he’d definitely not talk to that particular npc because he is now kazuha’s “sworn enemy”. he will also be a pouty baby, so please apologise and give him kisses. and if you REALLY want to make it up to him, ask him to marry you in animal crossing and this man will be on his knees in a split second. he’d prepare EVERYTHING, from the venue, the guests, he’d even attempt to design his own tux for his little character to wear. and you guys would have such an adorable animal crossing wedding. also because kissing in game is not enough, he’d probably kiss you irl when the wedding officiant says you may now kiss the xx. honestly i see kazuha even going out spontaneously to buy you a promise ring with a little maple leaf engraved in it for you. yes it was an animal crossing wedding, but it was a wedding non the less. playing minecraft with kazuha please, its so fucking wholesome- he’s so good at the game and he doesn’t even try. he knows all the tricks and he’s so sexy with redstone you cant convince me otherwise. he’s also an amazing builder pls wtf. AND OH MY GOD, imagine playing the sims4 with kazuha, he’d literally cry inside. you both would sit next to each other in front of the computer screen for hours just designing your characters. and you would have a little cat too. everytime kazuha’s character flirted with yours, he will definitely shoot you one of his romantic haikus. also the first time your characters woohoo’ed, he most likely would have teased you and said “its unfair that only they get to woohoo you know.” anyway i think playing wholesome games with kazuha is 10 bells out of 10 bells.

xiao

now this one is kinda scary. i think its pretty obvious that xiao plays shooter games honestly. or anything that has to do with fighting. it wasn’t unusual to hear him literally SCREAM randomly throughout the day because of a game. if you ever play shooter games with this aggressive boy, please proceed with caution. i honestly feel like he would be so caught up in the heat of the moment he’d actually forget he was playing with you. so if he ends up getting angry, please bare with him- he honestly doesn’t mean to call you bad, or useless, or trash… I SWEAR. xiao will immediately regret his words and he’d feel so bad. especially after he notices how your mood just instantly dies. he’d feel so bad, even after he apologised and you forgave him, he can’t accept the fact that he just called you- the love of his life something so vulgar. and since he’s so awkward and bad with people he’d literally feel like crying on the spot. he wouldn’t know what to do to make it up to you. the next few days, xiao was so cautious around you- even if you didn’t think much about the incident anymore. in the end even xiao was unable to stay away from you for too long, and he’d ask you to watch him play games instead- which you happily agreed to. he loves it when you straddle him while he sits in his chair while gaming though he’d never admit it. but whenever you felt him get tense, all you had to do was give him a kiss and you just knew he’d calm down. you literally work magic on him. also occasionally you’d hear some idiots in his party talking shit about him, you wouldn’t think twice before speaking into the microphone and start standing up for him, and your grip around his waist would definitely tighten a lot more. “if i ever hear you talking shit about MY boyfriend one more time, i will literally come in game and beat the absolute fuck out of you.” yassss girlboss! xiao’s heart would explode and his face would be beat red, he thinks he doesn’t deserve you. also he thinks your so sexy standing up for him like that, please don’t tease him about it. i rate him a “please dont scold me im trying my best” out of “FUCK YOU SUCKKKKKK”

venti

oh my god, horror games. he hates them but he can’t stop. playing phasmophobia with him would be incredibly fun, but he would make you do all the work literally. he’d be too scared to do anything- and if you ever got caught with the ghost you’d be stupid to think he’d try to save you. he would be the first one out the door and running away. he’s also so loud, your honestly more likely to get jump scared by his screaming than the actual game. other than that i think venti likes to play the sims4 too, except he’s so chaotic about it. he wants to do challenges and he also wants to make like 10 babies with you even if your sims can’t afford them- cries when they are taken away. has all the packs and just enjoys fucking around with everything- also makes bets with you, like whether your baby is going to be a boy or girl, and if you lose you owe him a kiss or he asks you to do something for him. when he plays with you, he needs to be touching your body at all times. he says it makes him feel safe, and warm. so you just let him. venti also wants to play karaoke games with you, he loves your voice so much- whether you can sing or not he loves it. but he will tease you if you cant. he loves duetting with you, to him it’s something very intimate and close to home. he wants to hold your hand and give them a squeeze as an encouragement when you sing with him. and yes you guys probably have played just dance a few times, but venti gets incredibly tired after one round- so please bare with his annoying ass. i think venti is a solid 8 red bulls out of “ive already drank 15”

guys i was supposed to include aether but his part disappeared and i- </3 i’ll have to rewrite and upload it in a second part!! heh sorry for being gone for so long, anyway i have my presentations tomorrow, a test on thursday and another presentation on friday ;-; wish me luck! ill be back writing in a few days while i suffer rn sghshshsh

also @truegaypotat my love here is some xiao content <3

[sleepy-dreamers-inc]

Going to School with Ranboo!|| 📌

[i was going to answer this but i was a big dummy dum dum and accidentally deleted the ask bUT I REMEMBERED YOU DEAR ANON]

irl / in-game

Genre| fluff and (minor) angst

h e a d-c a n n o n s||

Sypnosis|

You and Ranboo go to school together, so have some scenarios and thoughts about it!!

Artist| grapeichie on twitter!!

warnings| bullying, stress, swearing

Note: you are a streamer in this!! You are also in the SMP!

optional platonic or romantic!!

- so going to school with Ranboo is both amazing and weird. You two have tons of stories of the dumb shit that happened there.

- Nobody will ever find Y/N and Ranboo far apart, even if you guys dont share classes one of you will randomly appear and at this point no one questions it

- Both of you meeting up at eachothers classroom/locker to walk together to your next destination

- Both of you helping eachother with schoolwork, Ranboo would totally tutor you in any subject you struggle with. Both of you go to his house but you two end up getting bored, so he does a Facecam stream with you in the background vibing. (It was so much fun)

- You guys are both the teacher’s favorites and least favorites. You both add so much life to the school but thats the exact problem.

- Y/N: haha look at that high waisted man he got feminine hips!!

Ranboo: NOOOO THATS THE THING HE’S SENSITIVE ABOUT

That Poor Teacher:

- I can totally imagine some kids in your school being invested in the SMP and both of you just nervously sweat in the background. Bonus points if ya’ll’s friends are into it so its just absolute panic

- You trying to help him not be awkward, especially when it comes to talking to new people. I can totally see like a new girl trying to talk to him and he just panics, so you have to step in and explain and help the poor boy out.

- You two are like,, inseparable. Like literally rarely does anyone see you guys apart. So this kinda urks some people who have crushes on him, or literally just your stereotypical bully.

- So one day while you we’re grabbing things for your next class, someone slammed against the locker next to yours, slamming yours shut in the process.

“Well well well, if it isnt the clingy one. Im surprised your not with that dork, you two practically don’t function without the other.” The guy snickered, leaning forward directly in Y/N’s face.

“And how is that any of your concern? And why does it matter?” Y/N said, standing straight up staring at the guy. “Because your fucking pathetic, thats why. Your useless without him and both of us know it.” He spat, pushing Y/N to the floor with a thud, they’re books crashing to the ground around them. Snickers could be heard from around them, as well as gasps and ‘oh-no’s’.

“Awww whatcha gonna do now, freak? You gonna go cry to that loser? Because i have a better idea. Your gonna shut up, and if not, he gets hurt.” The boy said, picking Y/N up by the collar of they’re shirt, and soon slamming them back into the lockers. All he did was laugh and walk away, muttering “pathetic, good for nothing freak.”

- You went home by yourself that day, usually Ranboo walks you home so you two can hangout, but you were nowhere to be seen. This went on for 2 weeks, and you practically avoided him at all costs, not wanting him to get hurt.

- But when he walked into school one day and saw Y/N being harassed by a group of people, he surely wasn’t the one hurt.

“Awww, cant move?” One said, twisting Y/N’s wrist even more, bruising they’re arm as they whimpered in pain. “Awww i think they’re gonna cry!!” Someone else chimmed in, one girl quickly said “better take a picture of this before the moments gone.” As she giggled, snapping a photo of you in the middle of being bullied.

“Delete it, and leave.” Ranboo said, looking down at the three who were currently tormenting you. You looked so sad yet happy, but you knew what was about to happen. “I thought i fucking told you not to tell him, guess your getting it.” The guy said, kicking your stomach and slamming you against the lockers.

You never in your wildest dreams expected Ranboo to punch someone, he was so sweet and charismatic, very passive and neutral. But now, your bully laid on the floor, a bloody nose, and Ranboo towering over him. “Dont. Touch. Them.” Ranboo snarled, leaning down and looking at the bully directly in the eyes.

- A fight soon broke out, leaving one guy with a black eye, bloody nose and a bruised arm and shoulder. Ranboo got suspended, but you left with him, not wanting to be at school and instead with him.

- While walking home he stopped, pulled off his white and black hoodie, put it on you, and soon enveloped you in a hug. Y/N return the favor, and all he said shakily was ‘i love you’

- God no one ever fucked with Y/N again everyone was scared spineless

- The entire SMP had a ‘bruh’ moment when you two told them. Of course Techno was very happy about Ranboo beating some kids up.

- But like back to happy stuff,,

- Kahoot? Idk if you guys play it in school but i do, and both you and Ranboo are such a power duo in Kahoot games

- Trading each others lunch because thats what duo’s like you two do, share with the homies

- Both of you being referees in sports because if other wise someone is going to accidentally get hurt

- You having to walk Ranboo to the nurses office after he got hit in the face with a basketball.

- The librarian does not like the fact you two cannot be quiet. You both are constantly cracking up and can never keep it down

- I know for a FACT one of you got your hands on the teacher’s computer, and i know one of you are playing memes during class while your Teacher is screeching

- All your teachers think both of you are cheating because you have synced brains and get every single answer the exact. same.

- Pulling some kind of huge end of the year prank

- Both of you speaking in zoomer language and not even your classmates have any idea what your saying

- I can see both of you accidentally writing/typing ‘pog’ into a essay/class assignment and your teacher being VERY confused

- Blasting fan-made songs about both of your guys characters and everyone liking them, and both of you are just giggling and smiling because they dont know

- Your friend group see you two doing something and they’re just like “ah shit, here we go again”

- Both of you going to school events only to ensue chaos and be idiots

- On the first day one of you getting lost and the other having to go fetch the other one

- Both of you crashing at the others house to study but it probably didnt go well

- You two are honestly just encased in your own little shared bubble, just vibing and being yourselves

- i feel like this is going on forever and most of it was just angst so I’ll go ahead and cut this off lol

a/n: TWO UPLOADS IN ONE DAY??? CALL ME GO-

Okay but in all seriousness i hope this was not total shit and actually pleasant to read. Idk i just feel like this bad

Anyways I promise I’ll get to working on pt. 2 of dad wilbur but i have some other requests i need to work on. But in the meantime simp for Ranboo and Wilbur okay bye

[erenisms]

strawberries on my wrist || yandere! mafia!shigaraki tomura (f!reader)

A WORK IN PROGRESS

trigger warnings:

depression, anxiety, mentions of suicide and self-harm, obsessive behavior – mental issues in general, violence, & swearing (possible smut, too, if you guys want ig)

description:

you are a shut-in degenerate who wants to die so bad but is too much of a coward to kill yourself. you’re also a useless daughter, a horrible sister, and an unreliable friend. just simply a toxic human being in general who projects your insecurities by somehow thinking that you’re better than everyone else but can’t showcase any proper skill because you have none. you’re a vile person, you know that. he knows that. so why is it that he came to love you so much?

short preview:

“Don’t you see that I can make everything better for you? I can make all the pain go away. I can save you, [Name]. All you have to do is trust me, be with me, be mine.”

Suddenly, you have no idea what he’s on about, or rather, you don’t care. Still, his offer, even though disturbing, was very appealing. It made you feel guilty that you’re considering such heinous proposal from a heinous man. Part of you wants to agree and go with him— to just leave everything and restart. After all, isn’t that what you’ve been wishing for ever since you felt as though the world is against you?

However, the sensible part of you where sanity still surprisingly lingers knows that this is absolutely wrong and morally unacceptable for obvious reasons. Then again, when have you done anything right? When have you ever been a good person?

You stared at him with a sorrowful expression— a look that he wants to erase. Forever. You didn't want to give in. Really, you didn't want to surrender yourself which is funny because when did you ever start fighting for yourself? Didn't you lost who you are already a long time ago? You took a step towards Shigaraki and almost immediately, he slid an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“Take me, Tomura.”

He smiled.

“Call me Tenko.”

other notes:

do you guys want me to add an nsfw? im not sure how well it will turn out though since ive never written one before but im down to try so let me know, please! if ever, i plan on putting it on the end as an extra bit so people who don’t like smut can still read without missing anything :)

work in progress, i can tag you in the finished work if you want!

title was derived from the song, ‘mango from the wrist’ by takayan!

[starfinss]

Wingman — Akaashi Keiji

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Summary: Bokuto heard you like Akaashi and decides to be your wingman. It goes about as well as it sounds.

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Rating: Fluff, humor (SFW)

Word Count: 1,779

“Do you like Akaashi?”

You choked on your rice at Bokuto’s sudden question, sending you into a violent coughing fit as you pounded on your chest in an attempt to clear your throat.

“I’m sorry, what?!” You said once you could speak, taking a large swallow of water from your bottle.

Bokuto looked blankly at you, owlishly, which was sort of his default expression. “I asked if you liked Akaashi.”

You sent a glance to Yukie, who seemed to be trying her best to look innocent.

“Who,” you said pointedly, and you watched Yukie’s facade break, just a smidge, “told you something like that?”

Bokuto inclined his head in said girl’s direction. “Her.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Yukie, I told you not to tell anyone. And you told him of all people?”

A pause, then offense flashed across Bokuto’s face. “Hey!”

Yukie made a pained noise. “I’m sorry! It kind of just… slipped out. We were talking about how Akaashi never seems to date anyone, and I remembered what you told me and I just… I couldn’t stop talking!”

“No offense, Yukie, but Bokuto isn’t the best at keeping secrets.”

“Hey hey, I can keep secrets!”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, hands flattened against your temples.

“Okay, prove it by keeping this one. I haven’t told Akaashi because I’ve never seen him ever show me any sign that he feels the same.”

Bokuto took a large bite of his sandwich. “Just tell ‘im anyway. What’s the worst that could happen?”

You sighed. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s disgusting. And I dunno, he could reject me?”

Bokuto swallowed loudly, a splitting grin growing on his face.

“Well, what about this, (L/N). How about I be your wingman? Ey?”

Your mind flooded with all the ways that idea could go wrong, and the bad outweighed the good.

“No. No, Bokuto—“

“Come on, (L/N), let me help! I know Akaashi better than anyone, we’re best friends! I wanna do this for you, come on, let me!”

Bokuto was relentless on and off the court, and he was hard to argue with. He did know Akaashi the best, you’d give him that, even while you were friends with the quiet setter as well. Being team manager with Yukie really did have its perks.

And Akaashi really was too pretty for his own good.

You could benefit from Bokuto’s help, even if something would undoubtedly go terribly wrong in the process.

“Fine,” you relented, resulting in loud cheers, the sounds drawing the attention of the people eating lunch around you.

You exchanged a weary look with Yukie.

“I hate you,” you said, and she smiled.

“I know.”

Your eyes flicked back to Bokuto, who was bouncing in his seat.

“I have a plan.”

You put another bite of rice in your mouth. If this was going to be as insane as you thought it was going to be, you’d need a full stomach.

“Tell me.”

————————

Bokuto’s plan was horrible.

The first one he gave you involved you just walking up and kissing Akaashi, but your use of some choice language in response to that made Bokuto change tactics.

“Go into a closet—“

“No.”

“I could lock—“

“Bo!”

He groaned. “Let me talk!”

“Then stop giving me plans that could result in me being utterly humiliated!”

“Fine! Then try this. Just get him alone after practice and ask him to walk you home.”

You frowned. “We do that every day anyway. We live two houses apart.”

“Toss him some sets!”

Yukie made a frustrated noise. “I’m going to lock you in the club room.”

You gave her a fearful look. “Me?”

“No. Bokuto. But maybe you if we can’t come up with something.”

You closed your now empty lunch box. “So you’re in on this too, now?”

She grinned. “I’ve always been in on this.”

Anger simmered in the pit of your stomach. “Did you tell him on purpose?”

“What?” Yukie said, then paled. “No. That really was an accident. All I’m saying is I support you.”

“Well,” you sighed, “that’s something, I guess.”

“Lock you in the club room!” Bokuto cried, and the expression on his face coupled with the triumphant tone in his voice made it seem very much like he’d struck gold.

You paused. “What?”

“I was joking, Bo,” said Yukie.

“No, but it could work!”

It could. But you were pretty sure Akaashi had a key, so it would be kind of useless to put him in a situation he could easily get out of. And, to further this, you also had a key. Bokuto pouted when you relayed this to him.

“Come on, (L/N), let me be your wingman!”

You rolled your eyes. “Isn’t that what I’m doing? All you’re giving me is stuff like ‘lock yourself in a closet.’”

“It could work!”

The bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period, and you stood up, stretching your arms above your head.

“I’ll see you guys at practice,” you said, “text me if you get any new ideas.”

————————

Practice was somewhat of a nightmare. Of course, it went as well as it usually did, the gym full of Bokuto’s victorious shouts and Akaashi and the other club member’s sarcastic quips. But that wasn’t the problem. Every time something needed to be fetched or the water needed to be refilled, either Yukie or Bokuto, usually with matching grins, suggested you go with Akaashi. Akaashi, of course, shut this down fairly quickly since he had no need to assist you with such menial tasks.

But Bokuto didn’t stop there, no. It was too much to hope a hurricane would stop in its path.

Because during a break, Akaashi approached you.

“Is there any reason why Bokuto is constantly asking me to compliment you?”  He said as he dried his face with a towel.

You furrowed your eyebrows, dread sinking into the pit of your stomach. “He’s doing what?!”

“Asking me to-“

“No, I heard you. I just can’t believe he’s doing that.”

Akaashi blinked, oblivious to the situation. “Is there a problem, (L/N)?”

You sighed. “Yeah. No, I don’t know. This is a mess.”

From what Akaashi told you, Bokuto had started showering you with random compliments, then asked Akaashi if he agreed.

“I just want to know why he’s doing that. Do you think he has a crush on you?”

You shook your head. “No. This is… It’s something else. I don’t really want to talk about it, sorry Akaashi.”

He looked worried all of a sudden. “Is there something wrong?”

Your eyes went wide. “No! I’m fine, really. I just— I can’t talk about it.”

“Why?” Bokuto said, strolling over, and you deflated, “do you not trust him?”

“Bo,” you warned, speaking between gritted teeth, “not. Now.”

“Isn’t this what winging is?”

Akaashi looked deeply confused. “Winging? What is that supposed to mean? Did you make up a word for spiking?”

Bokuto seemed affronted. “No! I’m her… Her man wing—“

“It’s called wingman, Bo,” you muttered.

He was going to give you away.

“Tell him, (L/N), he thinks you’re pretty, smart-“

Akaashi blinked. “You asked me what I thought about that, Bokuto.”

Bokuto faked shock. “So you don’t really think those things?”

“I never said I didn’t.”

Bokuto gave a squawk you could only assume was a cry of victory. “See? See, (L/N) Akaashi thinks you’re pretty! You gotta tell him, tell him now!”

You looked at Bokuto with pure murder in your eyes, and he seemed to falter.

“Tell me what?!”

“Akaashi!” You cried, “talk to me outside, would you?”

You looked sharply at Bokuto.

You buried your head in your hands once you were outside. “ I might as well just come out and say it, because we both know Bokuto isn’t about to quit. That massive meathead is trying to be my wingman because he found out I like you today.”

You sent Yukie a murderous look as she passed the open door, raising your voice a bit as you spoke. “Because someone told him.”

She looked sheepish.

You closed the door, only breaking eye contact with her when you couldn’t keep in anymore due to the new barrier between you.

“Well, that’s fine,” Akaashi said, “I like you, too.”

You worried your lip between your teeth. “I understand if— Wait what?”

Akaashi looked at you blankly. “I like you too, (L/N).”

You were at a loss for words. “You never gave me any signs that you liked me too.”

Akaashi leaned against the door. “I walk you home every night.”

You frowned. “We’re literally neighbors.”

“That’s beside the point. Why do you think I bring you breakfast to eat while we walk to school?”

You blushed. “I thought you were being nice.”

“No,” Akaashi stepped forward, letting his hands fall to your shoulders, “no, (L/N). I like you. You’re an incredible person, and I thought I was making myself clear with my advances.”

Well, you decided, you were a dumbass.

“Wanna… Go get something to eat sometime?” You asked, voice quiet, and Akaashi nodded.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He kissed you, and you swear you forgot how to breathe, that you forgot your own name. You sighed softly, reaching up to thread your fingers into his hair. Akaashi was an intense young man, and kissing him, even if it was simple and innocent, was just as intense. You felt him wrap his arms around your waist with a heartbreaking tenderness, nose brushing yours as his lips pressed and ghosted against your own.

It was cold outside, but you didn’t care, not when his lips were so soft and gentle.

The door opened abruptly and you heard a shout that could only have belonged to Bokuto. You felt Akaashi smile against your mouth before he pulled back.

“I am the best wingman!” He cried, “Hey, hey, hey!”

You laughed. It felt good to laugh, especially when Akaashi was still holding you so close.

“You are, Bo,” you confirmed, resulting in more cheering.

“Akaashi got a girlfriend!” He shouted as he ran inside, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Is that what you want to be?” Akaashi asked, and you nodded.

“Yes.” You were unable to hide your grin.

“Then it’s official.” Akaashi kissed your nose, then stepped back.

“I will hold your hand when we walk home.”

You blushed at his bluntness. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“Nice pun!” You heard Yukie shout, and you groaned.

“I hate both of you!”

You didn’t. But the smile that ghosted Akaashi’s lips as you said the words was worth it.

So was the burning kiss he gave you after practice, and the feeling of his hand in yours as you walked home.

Maybe having Bokuto’s help, as disastrous as it had been, wasn’t so bad after all.